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sinfullyrosey · 11 months

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TWST Lamia!Reader Thoughts

I forgot I had typed up this little idea a while back and never finished it. Not one of my better works given how it was written, but eh. Fandom could always need more fics where the Reader isn’t human.

Kalim Al-Asim X GN!Lamia!Reader X Jamil Viper (can be read as either platonic or romantic)

Warnings: Reader does eat somebody, but nothing too graphic is described (it’s not sexual in nature, more so dark tbh)

All Characters are 18+

The Scarabia dormleader hasn’t been as chipper as he usually is. He seems much more distracted, isn’t as excited during parties, and all around just doesn’t seem like himself. Some of the other Scarabia students had taken notice and became concerned, asking if maybe another party would cheer him up or if he should go on a magic carpet ride around the dorm? But any and all suggestions were sadly shot down as the young Asim sighs heavily.

Kalim laments on how he’s homesick and misses his family, but especially misses his “pet snake” that he got as a birthday gift a few years back. He hasn’t seen them since attending Night Raven and has only ever been able to talk to them through the phone. The last bit about talking to the snake confused a few students, but they just chalked it up to something Kalim would do.

So, it was suggested that the snake just be sent over to stay in the Scarabia Dorm by some of the students.

Jamil immediately objected, saying they’re too big and would require a whole dorm room to themselves, along with a strict feeding schedule and he’s already got enough on his plate to deal with and- he’s forced to relent after the Asims agree to send his snake over after Kalim commented on it in their last phone call.

After all, they’ve been rather fussy lately without Kalim around and the servants are scared tired of dealing with the Asim heir’s “pet.”

So, everybody (excluding Kalim and Jamil) was expecting some rare, exotic snake like a python or viper hybrid or other.

What they weren’t expecting was an actual, full-sized lamia nestled comfortably in a bed of pillows and fine silks, decorated in jewelry and gold, their eyes scanning the room and tongue flickering out in contentment.

While the rest of the dorm was gawking and sending questionable looks Jamil’s way, Kalim was vibrating in excitement and blabbing away next to his “pet,” asking them if they were comfortable, if they needed anything, if they were hungry perhaps?

The last comment made the others stiffen and slowly inch their way towards the exit, not wanting to be a possibly hungry lamia’s next meal.

Seizing the opportunity, Jamil grinned and commented, “If any of you cause trouble, you’ll be the next one on their plate.”

The number of incidents that typically happened around the dorm seemed to decrease that first week.

Once things had settled in and the dorm got used to the reptilian dormmate, everything basically went on as usual. Kalim was back to his old self and Jamil now had another thing to add to his daily tasks (though Kalim insisted he could do most of the lamia’s chores on his own). Plus, now Jamil had somebody he could properly vent to who’d listen and act as a second bodyguard to the young heir.

Speaking of which…

One night, Kalim begged to be allowed to have you sleep with him in his bed, just this once! He had cried about how he just really missed you and that he’d be fine considering he used to do the same thing back when they were all kids, which Jamil countered with a, “You weren’t supposed to do it back then either.” No matter the begging and pleading, Jamil said no and that was that. You’d remain in your own room, in your own bed, and Kalim will do the same.

Kalim was sad, but relented, heading off to get ready for bed, you slithering close behind to wish him a goodnight before returning to your own room for the night.

The night was particularly cold, prompting Kalim to sleep with a few extra pillows and sheets. He was curled up peacefully, snuggling a pillow close to him, completely unaware of the danger slowly creeping up and through the open balcony. The stranger, oh-so quietly and cautiously, made their way into the dormroom, scanning the room to make sure the coast was clear.

The room was dark, with only the Moon illuminating the bed where the Asim heir lied, exposed, and unprotected, his usual retainer nowhere in sight. The assassin made sure that everybody else was fast asleep, including Jamil, before making their move. They knew about past assassination attempts and studied them to see where they failed.

Everything had fallen into place and now was the perfect time to strike!

The assassin crouched as to stay stealthy and slowly began to tiptoe towards the canopy, dagger in hand. With each step, Kalim came more into view, still snoozing away. He was surrounded by pillows and blankets, wrapping around him like a warm, secure hug. Too bad it wouldn’t be enough to protect him from the dagger that was now raised and at the ready.

Sudden movement made the assassin halt for a second, shifting their attention away from the sleeping face of the Asim, and towards one of the blankets at his side. The assassin listened and waited in case it was their target that made the movement and was waking up.

Another small movement, this time from the other side of the heir, caught their attention. Something was shifting around the Asim, but the assassin didn’t know quite what it was. They didn’t recall Kalim sharing a bed with anyone or anything, not human or animal.

They tried to follow the movements, but it was hard to see in the dark and seemed to be coming from multiple points on the bed, causing the pillows and sheets to tumble and shift from the odd movements. They followed along around the sleeping boy before, eventually, their gaze stopped towards the end of the bed, a little bit away from Kalim’s position.

What they saw made them stop dead in their tracks.

Through the darkness, the figure of another human was gazing right at them, eyes gleaming at them in a soft, yet menacing glow. They didn’t look like any normal human eyes, the pupils were sharpened into thin slits, resembling some sort of unknown beastman species the assassin was not sure of.

But before the stranger could formulate a plan to off you first before moving onto their real target, more movement on the bed briefly caught their attention. And what they saw made their blood run cold.

They realized all too late it wasn’t just pillows and blankets that surrounded the still sleeping heir. It was the scaly, smooth coils of a reptile that had weaved its way around Kalim and the bed, offering a protective circle around him. Their gaze trailed back down to the other person in the bed whose watchful eyes were still trained on the intruder.

The realization was too late. The lamia had already sat up in bed and in that split second of distracted regret, they striked.

The next morning, Kalim wakes up to see you, his precious lamia friend, with a full belly.

A very full belly.

“Oh, did you get a midnight snack?”

You crack open a single eye, tongue flickering at him sleepily. He beams at your simple response and shuffles out of bed.

“That’s okay, I’ll let Jamil know that you won’t be needing breakfast! I’ll be back later to rub your belly if you want!”

And with that, the excited boy ran out of the room to get something to eat and tell all about the little “sleepover” he had with you, forgetting that Jamil had even forbade it.

Later, Jamil enters the room where you’re still sleeping off the meal and approaches you. He doesn’t say anything, just sizes you up and down before examining further by carefully pressing on your stomach, where the noticeable lump was. You didn’t mind, used to his prodding by this point.

Once he was done checking for whatever he was checking for (not like you cared all that much), Jamil looked at you with an unimpressed expression, crossing his arms.

“You weren’t supposed to be in here.”

You flick your tongue at him.

“But it looks like that was a good thing, if the body in your stomach says anything.”

You respond with another flick, stomach gurgling loudly as if confirming his suspicions.

He could only sigh at your antics.

“Fine, whatever, what’s done is done. I need to get to work before Kalim gets into trouble…”

He turns to leave, only to almost trip in place when something grabs one of his ankles. He looks down to see your tail slowly inching its way up his leg and to his waist. He was about to scold you when you pulled him towards you with your tail.

“Y/N, let go.”

You did not. Instead, curling your tail around him more and pulling him in for cuddles.

“Y/N, no. I’m not Kalim, so no cuddles.”

You nonchalantly stare back at him, readjusting both you and him on the bed to get more comfortable, softly hissing in the process.

“Y/N.”

You yawn.

Now, Jamil was still able to use his hands and magic to get free. If he really wanted to, he could use Snake Whisper to make you let go. But he knew doing so would only irritate you and lead Kalim to try and keep the peace, which would most likely end with all three of you in a cuddle pile.

He can deal with Kalim’s antics, and your antics, but not both of your antics.

The tired student let out a groan, slumping against your coils. He could afford to spend a few minutes or so humoring you until returning back to the stress that is his life. Kalim’s probably too caught up with breakfast and talking the other dorm students’ ear off to notice his absence. So, accepting his fate, Jamil shuffled in his spot to get more comfortable. You allowed him to adjust your coils, but still kept them wrapped around his waist, soaking up his heat just like you had with Kalim last night.

Once settled in, you laid your head back down on the pillow while he used the end of your tail as a makeshift one. He’d never admit it, but he appreciated the attention the lamia was giving him, knowing you were only doing it to give him a break. And besides, Jamil deserved some peace and quite for once.

Bonus

“So much for getting some alone time.”

Jamil sighed, watching as Kalim excitedly rubbed your still full stomach, both hands soothing the restlessness of your belly. It gurgled and growled under his touch. Your underbelly scales were smooth and cold, acting as a stim for Kalim who happily indulged both of you.

“You must have eaten a lot last night, huh Y/N?”

Jamil rolled his eyes at Kalim’s ignorance but wasn’t about to tell him the truth and possibly upset him. Maybe some day he’ll connect the dots on his own, but for now, you’re just his innocent little snake and it will stay that way.

“Yeah, one could say I was hungry enough to eat a whole person.“ You lazily smirked, much to the shock of Jamil and naïve confusion of Kalim.

Welp, maybe those dots will be connected much sooner than anticipated.

#Twisted Wonderland #TWST #Kalim Al Asim #Jamil Viper #Kalim Al Asim X Reader #Jamil Viper X Reader #GN!Reader

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generallysapphic · 1 year

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say it more often +18 (riri williams x reader)

you and riri are dating and everything has been going well. but after that first time you two hadn’t had sex like that again, and you know why, but it’s too embarrassing to admit. riri, of course, what’s you to tell her what you want, no matter how embarrassing you think it may be. so, you try to swallow your pride, you can tell her, right?

i need riri williams next to me right fucking now. in my bed holding my hand, NEOOWWW!!

anyways this is the same reader and established relationship from playing dumb, so go read that first to have some context, and since it’s the same the description still stands

warnings; overstim, crying, soft bullying, dom! riri, sweet sub! reader, squirting, multiple orgasms, strap on sex, name calling, slight breeding kink, embarrassment kink, semi public sex, public teasing, jealous! riri, orgasm denial

song inspo: hold on by the internet

DT: thank you loves; @verachii @dejaonline @shuri-my-love @sokkasbae255 @placeoffreedom @szalipcombo @widowmakker @blackgcomica @mocha-aya @dayjlovesromance @rxcently @letitias-fav @malltake12 @bluejay2503 @suhni @imshurisbabymama @fetchyourlife @lifewitquinn @letitias-wife

“haaa, fuck, fuck,” you moan quietly, trying to keep it down as you knew it was after hours and you didn’t want to wake anyone up. your vibrator wasn’t even at its maximum speed but you were so spent up, any pressure on your clit was going to tip you over.

and of course there was no reason for you to masturbating like this, you had a wonderful, sexy, amazing girlfriend who you could talk to about anything but this… this was just something you needed to wait for.

after your first time with riri, you started dating officially; meeting in your dorms, kissing in hallways, walking each other to class, going on dates and staying over, all the cute shit you always wanted to do when you got a girlfriend, but youve been sexually frustrated for the last couple of weeks or so. and of course, again, you could tell riri, but, god after the first time you don’t know how much more embarrassment you could take knowing she’d see you that greedy and desperate again.

you whine and toss your head back, thinking of riri any way possible. you had on one of her hoodies and you could feel the hickey she left on your neck still itching at your skin, fuck, she was all around you.

but i need her inside me, you think desperately, small tears forming as you feel your orgasm approaching. “ahhhh, riri, please,” you whisper to no one, wanting her to read your mind, burst through your door and fuck you senseless.

but it’s too late now, your legs clamp up, your thighs begin to shake, and you feel yourself twitch, fuck, you’re cumming—

“mhhh… ahhh, fuck, fuck, fuck, riri!” you shout softly, your clit pulsing lowly under the vibrations and your legs shaking slightly. you sigh out the rest of your moans as your pussy clenches around nothing and you catch your breath.

fuck, you really need riri. you sigh out and but your vibrator back in your nightstand and turn off the music you had been listening to. you pull out your phone, 11:47 pm. she’s probably still awake.

you: hi my love are you up? 11:48 pm

she doesn’t even take a minute,

riri bby <3: for you, course i am, what’s wrong? 11:48 pm

you smile softly as you head to the bathroom, still a bit jelly legged.

you: nothing, i just miss you, whatre you doing? 11:48 pm

riri bby <3: thinking of you, i was hoping you’d text me 11:49 pm

fuck, even over text shes a smooth talker. you sigh as your pussy gets just as excited as you do, and you decide to leave it alone and put some pants on and lay back down in bed

you: yeah? what were you thinking about? 11:49 pm

riri bby <3: fucking you in front of our chem class so daniel can stop staring at you. 11:50 pm

you toss your phone with a shout, fuck! why would she text you that knowing you want to jump all the way in your bones? you take a deep breath, riri was still so bold even after you’ve guys been dating for nearly a couple of months now. and even though it shouldn’t take you by surprise anymore, it still turns you on an embarrassing amount.

you reread the text and decide to focus on the latter part of it:

you: i feel like i’ve assured you enough times for you to know that i don’t want daniel and i’m fairly confident he doesn’t want me either 11:51 pm

riri bby <3: yeah you have but i don’t like the way he stares at you. i could blow him up, yknow? 11:51 pm

you did know. yes, i know, 11:52 pm

riri bby <3: mhmm, whatre you doing awake, you have culinary tomorrow right? get some sleep, baby 11:53 pm

you smile at your phone, so considerate, so sweet, god you want — no, need — to fuck her again so bad. you want to text her that, your fingers hovering over the keyboard slightly, the words ‘please fuck me’ are already in the message box but instead you backspace and type a simple, okay <3 11:55 pm

riri bby <3: goodnight, love 11:55pm

you sigh and put your phone on the charger and put on your bonnet.

she deserves to know, you think, or at least i deserve to blow all this steam off, i don’t think getting horny over a text will cut it for too long.

you sigh, maybe tomorrow.

you don’t tell her the next day.

riri doesn’t seem to pick up on you acting weird either, she’s holding your hand and telling you all about her and shuri’s lastest new project and how many improvements they’ve both made to the ironheart suit and you just listen as she rambles. riri had this cute side to her that no one ever really saw, she really only got this way with you, all nerdy and excitedly talking about tech you had never heard of and you always enjoyed it.

you two were in the quad, eating lunch— well you were eating riri’s lunch and she was mostly talking. you watch her closely, she’s so cute, so pretty, fuck i need her so bad, god look at her hands, fuck—

“hey, y/n, you with me?” she asked waving her hands in your face and you blink, “y-yeah, i’m here, sorry daydreaming,” you laugh out and shove another fry in your mouth and avoid her gaze.

she exhaled through her nose, and picks up your chin with her hand, “what is it?” she asks, looking deeply into your eyes. god, her eyes, her mouth, her lips—

fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, i need you, i need everything, you said you’d give it to me read my mind, please — you shrug, “nothing, it’s just.. just macro again,” you laugh a bit.

she raises her eyebrows, the look you’ve come to mean, “really? that’s it?” and you nod again and she releases your chin and you release the breath you were holding, happy she took your answer.

she scoots closer to you as you continue writing your homework and you feel her hand slide between your thighs and you gasp, “riri, what—”

“shhhh, just write baby,” she whispers in your ear as she palms your underwear from underneath your dress. you squirm trying to close your thighs and stop yourself from moaning, “ri.. riri what’re you doing, we’re in public—”

“i know so be quiet, okay? i just wanna feel you for a second,” god, fuck, you do too, you want to open your legs and give her everything, moan aloud and kiss her passionately and you can feel yourself start to drip down your thighs and riri continues to palm you through the small wall of cotton keeping her from your clit.

you gasp out, fuck fuck yes touch me, please, i need it— and then suddenly her hand and its pressure is gone, riri sighing and picking up her textbooks. you gape at her and start, “i-i thought—”

“you thought i was gonna fuck you in the quad?” she smirks and you stammer and she continues, “you should know by now i only do what you ask for, baby. so if you want me to fuck you in the quad and we both get expelled okay, sure. but ask. if you want something, ask me. i feel like we had this conversation before, yeah?”

you swallow, “yea, yeah we have,” and she nods, holding eye contact. “so, what do you want?”

you sigh, fuck this is so repetitive, but before you can even say anything your alarm goes off, letting you know your culinary class was about to begin. you look at your phone and back at her, “i want… to get to culinary on time,” you say instead and kiss her on her flabbergasted cheek and collect your books.

she’s still sitting down when you start to stand and she smiles and says, “im pretty sure i have a higher stamina than you, yknow. so if you wanna play this game, sure, we can, but when you lose, don’t cry,” riri says, all too confident, and you huff.

“i won’t. lose nor cry,” you say, but your voice falters when you see her smirk.

fuck, yeah, you were going to lose.

for the next week, you and riri have just been teasing each other to see which one gives up before the other.

she’ll palm you occasionally, keeping her hands on your ass at all times and always whispering things in your ear and kissing your neck. she’s always rubbing the inside of your thigh, always two steps from your pussy. she’ll text you late at night that she misses the way your pussy clenches around her fingers, that she misses your noises, how pretty you sound for her; she’ll practically harass you throughout the night with those messages.

you were try your best to keep up; you wore skirts that got shorter and shorter, you’re always sitting on her lap and moving slightly every now and again, once you leaned over and let out a small moan in her ear and she kicked the table you were at in the fucking library to draw attention to you both and make you stop. you had even once sent her a semi nude after getting out of the shower and she didn’t text you back until an hour later and your mind couldn’t help but reel at the thought, wondering what she could’ve been doing for that hour.

after receiving a fairly long and explicit paragraph about much she couldn’t wait to fuck you, you walk into biochem with a short dress on and your hair up. you walk right passed riri to get to your assigned seat but not before daniel, fucking prick, comes up and stops you and makes you turn around to see him.

“hey, y/n, how have you been?” god, he’s so awkward, you cringe but you see just past him, right at the rim of your glasses, you see her,

riri. your girlfriend. fuming.

she looks like she really is about to blow him up.

you exhale, “i’ve been okay, daniel how are you?” you say just to be polite. you sigh still not making eye contact, watching riri watch you and your every move. “good, i’ve been good. so yeah, uhh i was just wondering if you wanted to go out some time, you seem pretty chill, so like i was just—”

you can barely hear him. all of you’re attention is in riri fucking williams, who looks like she’s about kill a man in front of you. you want to go up to her, reassure her like you normally do and promise that you’re not interested in daniel but you know it’s not that, she’s not worried about you, you think she’s just realized people don’t know you’re all hers.

your phone goes off during daniels monologue about how cool you are. you know it’s riri, because by now she’s turned around, her faux locs are the only things you can see and your entire body is hot. you stop daniel, “daniel. i’m a lesbian, i have a girlfriend, and i don’t want to go out with you, okay?”

and he looks crushed, of course he does, but you could care less. professor haymore walks in and you sit in your seat and check your phone,

riri bby <3: i lose. come to my dorm after class. 3:52 pm

you sigh, happy it isn’t a promised death threat or grave for daniel and text back:

of course, all you had to do was ask. 3:56 pm

and once more, class is the longest it’s been in a while. luckily it’s just review so your notes are choppy and barely understandable but you accept once more this is just a lesson you’ll have to miss. the next hour are 30 minutes are spent thinking about riri williams; how she’ll fuck you tonight, how much you’ll be limping tomorrow, what classes you have just in case you can’t come in, how much you can’t wait to have her again.

class ends, fucking finally, and you pack yourself up before you see riri already next to you, waiting. you smile that innocent smile even though you know she’s gonna fuck everything out of you, “hi,”

she smiles, “i like your dress,” she lies through her teeth. you know she hates this dress, and not for the reasons you’d think. when you’re in this dress all she can think about is bending you over and not letting you up, it hugs you just right in the most perfect places and your ass looks amazing in it and it drives riri insane. you play just as coy, “do you? i thought you hated it,”

riri extends her hand and you take it and she pulls you close, “i only hate when i can’t take it off, is all,”

and you laugh, “well i appreciate the clarification,” and she nods, hand on your waist as you walk down the lecture hall and take the long journey to her dorm across campus. shes eerily silent so you start, “i hope you’re not too sorry about losing, yknow. you held out for a very long time,” you say sweetly and she laughs,

“oh i take that back, i’m not losing i just needed something to grab your attention and make you listen to me,” riri scoffs out and you’re at her dorm already, mouth gaping.

“you can’t take back your loss, you admitted it!” you scold her and she laughs, “but i set up the game so i change the rules, cmon you know that,”

you exhale as you both enter her room and she puts some music on, “no, i didn’t know that. you admitted it, that you lost, so now—” you huff shutting the door behind you.

“yeah, so now what? i just get to fuck you right?” riri says taking off her bookbag and her shoes and hoodie, fuck, you see her arms flex around her shirt, dammit, you’re getting distracted, “n-now you.. ugh i don’t know! we didn’t discuss actually prizes, or establish rules so i don’t know what happens now,” you huff out and she walks over to you and pulls your chin down to kiss her and you completely fall over and unravel just from her mouth alone. you wrap your arms around her just like you always do and feel her hands around your hips and you moan in her mouth.

she releases you and you both pant, “i’ll fuck you, mami, i lost fair and square, okay?” and you smile, triumph at last. then she adds, “but i still like it when you ask me, so can you? please for me, baby?”

and she sounds so needy, much like you do sometimes, and you can’t help but wonder, “why?”

riri smiles shyly and shakes her head, “i honestly don’t know, i think it’s a kink, maybe. like i like seeing you get all flustered and embarrassed, i really couldn’t tell you,” she admits, rubbing all over your back and butt.

you laugh, “really? that’s it? i can do that,” you say sweetly and she puts her forehead against yours, “yeah? for me?”

you kiss her nose, “just for you. please fuck me, riri,”

you see her smile, true and big, “yeah, yeah, i will,” and she kisses you again. you gasp, her tongue taking it as an invitation to invade your mouth and you mouth once you start to taste her. she slides her hands against your dress and begins to unzip it and you start to slip out of it as well.

she laughs, “i really do like this dress, baby,” she says and you laugh once it’s over your head completely, “yeah, now that’s it off right?” and she laughs with you as you both kiss and walk back to the bed and she eases you down.

you sigh feeling her mouth attach to your neck and start kissing your ear as she presses against your underwear and holds your leg open with the other hand. you’ve been waiting for this for so fucking long, god you feel like you’re gonna cum the minute she actually touches you.

your bra and underwear come off at the same time you feel her immediately press against your clit with her ring and middle fingers. you arch up, not expecting such sudden contact and moan, “hahhh, ohhh riri, right there,” you whisper out and spread your legs wider so she can access your pussy better.

she kisses against you and murmurs, “so pretty for me, baby,” in your ear and bites against your skin and your nipples. you whine, already overstimulated from not being touched for so long.

it only takes a few moments and few circular motions of her fingers for you to reach to reach your orgasm, you twist your head, “ahhh, mhmm i’m cumming riri, i’m gonna cum—” you moan out, hand grabbing for the sheets and pulling as riri encourages you, “that’s it mami, cum for me, go ahead, i wanna see,” and you let go, you mouth falling open and your legs clenching around her as your clit pulses and your pussy twitches, cum leaking out as you ride your orgasm.

you whine out, all high pitched until riri removes her fingers and kisses your face all over, whispering praises and affection. you sigh and pull her down for a proper kiss, sitting up slightly. riri smiles against you, and pulls away, “you wanna try it today?”

you blink, still high from your orgasm, before you realize what she’s talking about. it being the strap you two had decided to buy when you were both high after finals. you had talked about it, wanting to use a strap on, and riri admitted to having done so already (and you tried not to get jealous or find the girl’s address) and that she thinks you’d like it.

always down to try new things (and always down to spend money that isn’t yours) riri clicks purchase that fateful night and ever since then it’s stayed in her dorm closet, still not been used.

riri kisses your hands, bringing you back, “you okay, honey?” she asks looking into your eyes, “we don’t have to try it now if you don’t want to, it’s okay,” she says but the images of riri fucking you, pounding into you like there’s no tomorrow, her folding you like a pretzel and moving inside you, makes you ache in ways you’ve never ached before.

“no!” you say a little too loudly, “no, umm, i want to. try it i mean. we- we can,” you finally get out and riri smiles and she jumps up from the bed and whispers, “okay wait here,” as she goes to her closet in the bathroom

when she comes back, it’s in her hand, presuming she just cleaned it, and she’s got on boxers and her shirt is gone leaving her sports bra on. you smiled nervously, and she soothed over you thighs, kissing your cheeks, “imma have to finger you to open you up okay?” fuck, she’s so much, you nod, speechless, and she looks at you with those eyes and you say it aloud, “yes that’s okay,” you whisper and she sneaks a kiss to your lips, “good girl,”

fuck you could’ve moaned aloud if you weren’t already embarrassed. she lays you back down and kisses your lower half as she squirts lube on her right hand, her left still rubbing circles and patterns into your thighs. you whimper and toss your head back, you’re not going to be able to hold eye contact like you want to. you love seeing riri finger you, her skilled hand flexing inside you always drives you over the edge but knowing what’s coming next has you whining and hiding.

the cold lube is the first thing you feel before you feel her warm middle finger move inside your walls, making you gasp and close your eyes. you feel her kisses against your thighs and hear the small praises, “good girl, open up for me mami, okay?”

you moan feeling the second finger, “yeah, i will, hhaaa, feels so good riri—” you slur out, already feeling drunk on her two fingers alone. she laughs a bit before moving her fingers back and forth and you whine and move your legs, fuck, fuck, her fingers feel so fucking amazing. you sit up a bit, because you know the angle you like the most and you look at riri with hooded eyes, and she’s so focused, looking deeply into your pussy as she moves slowly in and out of you and holds your stomach down to give some added pressure to your pelvis. she adds a third and fuck, fuck—

you throw your head back once you feel her graze your g-spot, “hahh, yeah yeah, right there baby, please,” and she sighs, “yeah i feel it baby, that feel good?” and you moan and nod in agreement and she kisses your mouth and makes you lean back a bit more so she can hit it just right —

“ANNHHH, yeahhhh, yes please right there, right there riri, don’t fucking stop, pleaseeee,” you whimper out and she nods, hiding her face in your neck and kissing you there as her thumb finds and circles your clit, oh fuck, it’s too much.

you feel your pussy starting to pulse with her fingers and you know riri can feel it too, “i’m..! im about to cum, haaahhh! riri let me cum, please,” you whine out against her mouth and she whispers back, “yeah cum for me mami, lemme feel it, cum on my fingers, baby,” you toss your head back, disconnecting your kiss momentarily as you pulse around her, your pussy bucking against her hand and pulling on her fingers as you start to cum, squirting slightly as you moan out her name slurred and delirious.

riri’s encouraging you all the way, whispering small ‘good girl’s in your ear and she shakes her fingers inside you to prolong your orgasm; you grab her wrist from overstimulation and buck, “haa, i’m done, riri fuck, i came..” and she kisses you and pulls her fingers out, and you can vaguely hear how wet you’ve gotten.

you continue to kiss as your body calms down and riri rubs all over your skin and lightly touches your pussy, trying to get you relaxed again. you sigh once she releases your mouth and ask you, breathless, “where you want me, mami?”

your face heats up and you close your eyes, sighing, right. she’s about to literally fuck you, and even though you feel your pussy aching you from your last orgasm, you’re so excited for it you feel it twitch once the question leaves riri’s mouth. you try to remember all the times you and riri have tribbed before and where you liked her best and you sigh out, “on top, please,”

she nods, kissing you sweetly, and she holds your face to look at her, “hey,” she says quietly, and you open your eyes, nervous, but you see riri looking just as nervous as you, “thank you, y/n. i know this is a lot and it’s new, so imma try my best to make you feel good, okay?”

so so sweet, so considerate, fuck, riri williams is literally a fucking drug the way she has you wrapped around her finger,

you moan a bit, not expecting the sincerity and nod, “thank you, too.” you want to add an ‘i love you,’ but decided to hold off and she nods once more before moving around and grabbing the strap and adjusting her boxers. she takes the dildo and attaches it to her boxers and you hear her curse slightly, “fuck, i haven’t done this in a minute,” she whispers mostly to herself but you lean up and stroke her face encouragingly.

she looks at you with her pretty eyes and she leans into your hand and kisses it slightly, reaching for the lube and putting some on.

riri leans down, mostly to distract you with a kiss, because she knows how embarrassed you’d get if you see her like this, and you gladly accept because the thought of riri fucking williams — your girlfriend — stroking herself right now before she enters and fucks you would drive you up the wall. you hear it though, the soft sound of lube against the silicone and it makes you whimper in riri’s mouth, knowing what was about to happen.

once riri deems herself coated enough, she rubs her palms against your thighs and you feel her slowly slide the strap against you, and you gasp, breaking the kiss, and moan a bit, still nervous. she kisses down your neck and whispers how sweet you are and some thank you’s and such and you close your eyes, fuck, fuck it’s a lot.

she guides herself against you and slowly moves inside, the strap opening you up in a way her fingers couldn’t. you moan aloud, gasping, “holy fuck, riri,” you sigh and she whispers, “i know baby, it’s okay, hold on to me,” and you do just that, grabbing her forearms with your hands and sighing as her pelvis touches yours.

fuck.

she inside you. fuckkkk.

you can feel it, the plastic, right before your g-spot and you’re catching your breath softly, keeping your eyes closed as you try to collect yourself. riri is huffing in your ear too, obviously trying to control herself and let you adjust. she had told you that once, while you both were high and talking about sex, that she loves strapping. it’s her favorite part because how much she loves making her partner feel good, and that sometimes she can’t control herself when she does.

you remember hearing that, and how excited you were in the moment and now here you are, actually experiencing it. you moan softly again and pull her face from your neck and kiss her deeply, and riri gladly accepts, kissing back and rubbing her hands over your thighs and legs. when you part you whisper, “you can move,” is the smallest voice your body allows and riri looks at you and back down at your pussy and back, “sure?” and you nod.

she kisses you again and pulls out slightly, then pushes back in, rocking against you, holy fucking shit, you moan, loudly, feeling the tip of the strap barely touch your g-spot.

“fuck—” you let out softly and riri does it again, pulling out a little more this time and thrusting back in and knocking the wind from your lungs. you toss your head back, nails digging into her arms as she starts thrusting steadily into you, a slow pace to get you acclimated.

and what a wonderful fucking pace it is. you’re moaning loudly, head back and legs tightly wrapped around her body as riri looks at you in complete awe, you could fucking feel her eyes all over you. before you even adjust, your body is already craving more, and you groan aloud, and riri leans down still fucking into, “what, baby, you want more?”

her voice sounds so fucking different, your thighs close a bit, and you nod, you didn’t even know what you wanted more of, you just needed something else, the feeling of your orgasm pooling in your lower belly but not moving. you huff as she thrusts the same, “then ask me, mami,”

and you tilt back and moan, fuck, you’d forgotten all about that, her little embarrassment kink and you squeeze your eyes closed to avoid eye contact and you moan, “riri please fuck me harder,” and she sighs “yeah? say it again, baby let me hear you,”

you want to hit her, she’s so mean, keeping this slow pace and making you beg like this but your brain is fogged, completely unraveling at riri’s dick so you don’t care, “please, please, baby fuck me fuck be harder i need it fuck— i, i need you,”

and it’s all she needs.

maybe it’s the ‘i need you,’ but riri goes into overdrive, picking up your thighs and fucking into you deeper and harder, pulling out more and pushing back in at full force and you toss your head back and shout out, “YES, fuck, fuck, right there, right there, unhhhh please please please—” the strap is completely on top of your g-spot now, abusing it and rubbing against it with every thrust.

and you can hear riri cursing slightly above you, enjoying watching you squirm and she takes her right hand and starts toying with your clit, adding more pressure to your lower stomach with her left and you buck and shout, the sting of overstimulation in your veins. your orgasm sneaks up on you and your pitch in your moans change and riri catches it before you even say anything,

“you gonna cum, baby?” and you nod, breathless, about to let go and she’s suddenly at your ear, whispering,

“don’t you dare fucking cum,”

and you twitch, what? your mouth hangs to retort and she continues, “you think,” her thrusts get harsher as she talks, “you can just fuck with me like that for a week and i’m gonna let you cum?”

you moan again, fuck, fuck she had told you this last time, that she’s into obedience and when you had asked her to clarify, she just laughed and said “you’ll see, it’s kind of obvious,”

you feel some tears leave your eyes and you look up at her pleading and moaning, “ha, uhnn riri please let me cum, please,” it’s all you can do really, because the pressure on your pussy is making you speechless, your words already slurring together.

she chuckles a little and kisses your mouth, still keeping up with her intense pace, your pussy feels like it might fucking explode. you pull away from the kiss, bucking and moaning, tears still flowing steadily down your face, “please, please, i wanna cum,” you cry out, trying so bad to hold it in.

riri moves away from your face and kisses your chest, “i know baby, i know, just hold out for me okay, be my good girl, make up for how bad you were, yeah?” she grunts out and you nod, loving the thought of riri praising you again and being called good girl is all you wanted. it doesn’t help, though, because your orgasm is still approaching too fast for you to control and you try to warn her,

“riri, riri, baby, i — i can’t, uhhhh fuck fuck! please please im cumming — please let me cum, it feels so good,” and it’s nothing but music to riri’s ears and she’s grunting too, you feel her thighs shake against yours, “okay baby, cum with me okay? can you do that for me, mami?” and you nod, agreeing to anything if it means release.

she lasts for a few more thrusts before you start cumming first, yelling out a loud moan of her name along with slews of curses as your whole body pulses. riri’s right behind you, gasping softly and moaning quietly as she bucks softly into you and her legs shake. your thighs twitch and she takes her hand away from your clit once she feels it swelling up against her thumb. shes gasping some more before she falls over on you and you both stay, still breathless.

well, fuck.

you’re still gasping when you laugh welty and riri laughs too, now giddy and high after cumming so hard. you lift her face and pull her in for a kiss and murmur against her mouth, “i love you,” and she gasps and kisses you deeply, rubbing your legs and thighs up and down, “i love you too, baby,” she says back quietly and you smile and kiss all over her face.

riri sighs lowly and begins to pull out, and you moan slightly, pussy pulses almost like it’s begging for riri to come back inside. she takes off her boxers and lays next to you as you both catch your breaths and calm down.

you’re looking into her eyes and you smile, “that was good,” and she laughs a bit, “yeah, it was,” and you lean over and kiss her again, still feeling like you too should be connected in some way.

she rubs up and down your arms and massages your lips and clit a bit to calm them down. you sigh into your mouth and you buck a bit, knowing you couldn’t give her another even if you tried. she whispers against your mouth once you pull away, “thank you, love,” and you nod, “of course. and thank you,” and she repeats you and sits up to kiss you properly. riri gets up to go to the bathroom and grab you both warm towels and some fresh pajamas. you look at the time, fuck it was 9:30.

“i think we need to come up with a code word or something,” you start once you catch your breath and she sits next to you again, holding your hand and rubbing her thumb against it. she raises an eyebrow, “for?”

you smirk a bit, “for when we both get to proud or embarrassed to say what we want. because you clearly needed that like i did,” and riri laughs, and puts her hands up in defense.

“okay, how about, umm… ‘i need help with macro’.” you snort at her and shove her a bit,

“oh my god, you’re never gonna let me live that down!” you laugh and she laughs with you, “what, i mean it’s a big staple in our relationship! you did that instead of telling me what you wanted, right?” she smiles and holds your face and you smile back, “yeah yeah, i guess.” you huff still smiling.

and she leans in again and whispers another “i love you,” right against you lips.

about a week later, riri and you are in the quad again, and the memory of what she had tried to do here floods your mind the minute you sit down.

she’s working diligently and looking so focused and so sexy you bite your lip and lean over into her ear and whisper, “i think i need help with macro again,” and she laughs back,

“i was just about to say the same thing,”

riri come home the kids miss you

okay guys whewwww that took me out a bit i hope you enjoyed! leave some requests for who or what you want next!!

byee don’t forget to reblog and leave comments!! 🤎🤎

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anananass · 6 months

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Wriothesley x Fem! Reader ~ Weakness

warning: none, maybe a little suggestive at the end of it

Tags: Wrio being a mess, so much love, feelings of being undeserving, slightly angsty?? But just really affectionate, him being showered with love, seeing a different side of the Duke, weaknesses

note: i love how he is such a mess, a bold mess of a man (i kinda wanna write a spicy continuation, dear god) also this stayed in my drafts for far too long

wc: 2,2k

“You look tired. It’s getting late, maybe you should call it a night.” you pointed out in a soft whisper that seemed to snatch his attention almost immediately.

Wriothesley lifted his eyes from the stack of papers he had been buried in for the past few hours. Just how much did he stay like that? He swore his preparations began not too long ago, but given the circumstances of your interruption and the dripping saliva running down his jaw, things seemed far clearer.

Curious but unresponsive, he checked the time only to see that it had been 7 hours since he started working. 7 hours? World record, he told himself as heavy eyes followed each scattered page until finally deciding to lift back onto yours.

“Awh, fuck.” the scoff vibrated from within his throat, coming out sounding more guttural than anything else. You watched him lean back against his chair, and couldn't help but wonder how tense his muscles must feel after sitting in that position for so long.

Truth be told, he almost fell asleep on the desk right before you came. If it weren’t for you, god knows how much time he would have wasted dozing off instead of finishing his tasks. But would he be able to finish everything without another sleep accident? For some reason, he felt more exhausted than usual, yet he couldn’t just leave everything piled up into a mess, although it wasn’t.

Despite all these cues, his train of thought persisted, as if he wasn’t allowing himself to catch a breath even for a second. That didn’t mean you had to follow in his steps. Your own need mattered more than his, thus he had to ensure you'd fulfill this necessity of getting rested.

Oh, how he wished to be able to stay by your side though. How much he wished to be able to embrace you from behind and feel your warmth surge through his nerves until his boiling blood would match yours. Nothing but a desire.

“If you need to go to bed, it’s fine. Go ahead.” Wrio replied with an equally soft voice to yours, but as soon as he finished, a wide grin rose on his face. Icy eyes watched you longingly. “Unless you can’t fall asleep without me by your side.” The yearning in his voice sent bits of shivers down your spine, but the whiff his words gave off was something different. You couldn't read his motions, but no matter what, you just wanted to push him to come with you even more.

His tentative comment amused you a little, he wasn’t wrong, but the exhaustion he held in his gaze only drove you to pursue him into resting. You approached him at a steady pace, sitting right beside him. Wriothesley eyed you intently, a little excited to see just what you were about to do but as soon as you placed your hand on his chin and held him tightly, his eyes weakened with pleasant surprise. He could barely process the emotions flowing down his throbbing heart. Just… Why does he feel this way?

“Maybe I do, but also maybe you’re in too deep and need a break.” your mouthed words seemed to have mesmerized him momentarily. Maybe it was also the fact that your loving embrace placed his heart in such a tough spot that at this point he couldn’t just say no. It was an odd feeling not even he could understand. “Do you really think you can finish this whole thing without a few hours of sleep?”

You were right, of course you were. If he were to push himself any further, he would only end up putting in more work later on, so maybe a little pause wouldn’t be that bad. But, things couldn't be left like that. He had to carry his job just for a little longer.

In response to you, you had to watch his grace slowly reach for your hand to hold it firmly. Heavy eyes looked up at you, weighing a mass of desire to give up and just follow your lead. Wriothesley slowly narrowed the distancing gap between his partly open lips and your hand. Yet, as soon as there was nothing to divide them, you felt his lips run down against your skin, dragging soft kisses behind each touch. This action made you wonder just how much his heart fluttered, but it was so obvious with the way he just wouldn't stop.

What a romantic he is, nothing but a sweet man who enjoys the sensation of being loved and cared for. One so desperate for something but the only obstacle in front of him is he himself.

“Whatever shall I do with you, Y/N?” the Duke spoke at last, sounding like he was dying to just give up on it and come follow your sweet scent. You saw his eyes thin in discontent and his throat shake upon letting out a displeased sigh, signaling that he wanted it so badly but just wouldn't crack. And you meant to say something more, to convince him, but he seemingly continued his idea. “I feel like it’d be better to finish these now, I don’t know. But I promise I’ll come lay next to you as soon as possible.”

What could you possibly do to break his composure? You still held an ace under your sleeve but… no, it was the case for it.

You allowed him to watch you let out a muffled hum, after which you spared no time to lean down and kiss him on his lips. You made sure to apply enough pressure to get out a hoarse gasp outta that pretty mouth of his, and as soon as you deemed your action to suffice, you parted away and gazed deeply into his cold eyes.

“Why can’t you just be a good boy and listen? It’ll do you and your work so much good, I promise.” your voice slipped barely above a whisper, filling the air with an odd fragrance that drew him in closer.

You… what did you just do? The question repeated over and over again inside his head.

Why did those two words, that pair of words, make his heart skip a beat? Why does he feel his chest tightening the more he thinks about the way you pronounced them? And more importantly, why is there a glimmer in his eyes?

Why does he feel this way, like his blood is boiling and his chest could be exploding at any time? The complexity of figuring out this behavior you brought up was too much to withstand for him. So much so that he just kept silent for a little while, doing nothing but watching that gentle smile of yours appear to grow larger.

‘Good boy’ he repeated it again… and again… until he felt nothing but a need for submission. His body melted against the rigid chair that once served to bring him even more discomfort, but at this point, he just didn't feel a thing, not an ounce of physical pain.

He couldn’t allow himself to keep you in the shadows for any longer. As such, in an attempt to collect all his shattered pieces, he frowned and smiled at you. You even heard him chuckle faintly, which he often did when you hit a weak spot of his.

“Alright, but I’ll have to tend to it in the morning.” He finally agreed and, with a nod, lifted his rigid body, which felt far heavier than usual. It felt terrible, far worse than he imagined, but he chose to ignore it and instead found comfort in kissing you once more, not that you made him long for more.

“No worries, I’ll make sure you wake up.” in some way, your reassurance melted his icy heart.

What did he even do to deserve someone so caring for his needs? He wasn’t special in any way, and his duties didn’t make him as incredible as everyone considered him to be. Nonetheless, he simply couldn’t grasp why he was given so much credit for fulfilling his job. He was nothing but a man who lived every day like it would be the last, yet with you… he felt like he gained so much more meaning than that. It was inexplicable. But now was not the time to surrender himself to his own battles, not when you were there by his side.

You took his hand into yours and patiently led him to his dorm, and the moment you both made your way, you took off your jacket fast enough to tend to him. Wriothesley on the other hand, took off his boots, followed by bits of his clothes after which you came along to help him. It took him off guard just how fast you reached and he meant to assure you that he got it, but the tentative smile you held on your face persuaded him to let you spoil him a little longer.

He didn’t feel deserving of something so little, but if you wanted to help him prepare himself for a comforting night, he had no chance of making you change your mind. Instead, it filled him with a feeling of odd security, something he hardly ever felt before. It was infatuating.

Feeling your hands wrap around his frame with a swift touch, one that hardly pressed against his sensitive bundles of nerves, caused him to flinch. It felt lightweight really, but in some way, the heaviness of your means caused your embrace to inflict a sense of deeper love within his walls and the more you ran your hands down his sides, the more these feelings intensified to the point where he froze in place.

Of course, you were quick to take notice of how much such a miniature gesture caused such a big fuss for him, but instead of considering dropping it down, you just felt even more courageous to do it.

Yet when you finally unbuttoned his vest, took it off, and got to his shirt, you felt the sensation of his eyes following every single motion you exerted. Instead of being overwhelmed by it, it enforced your desire to pamper him, so you nonchalantly began taking off the textile bound around his toned muscles.

Each inch of exposed skin made you wonder how much effort he put in all his life to get this chiseled, but now was not the time to froth after how good-looking he was. He did observe your vast interest in his body though, and chuckled mischievously. It was adorable to see you squirm so cutely at the sight of his beefy build, so much that it distracted him momentarily from all the tension you put into him.

“You really like what you’re seeing, ehh?” The duke chuckled in amusement mixed with slight confidence. “I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart. You got me all for you, don’t worry. Take your time.” You could feel the boldness in his boisterous words, and had to get back at him.

“Funny how moments ago you were but a puddle of weakness.” You responded equally, if not more amused, so much that he stared at you for a few seconds to take in what you just said. To make things worse, you lifted your eyes to look intently into his as smugness slowly grew all over your face.

“Of course I was.” Wriothesley paused for a second just to come closer to you. His towering figure accompanied by the enlargement of his curling lips had you feeling a little on the edge. It made you feel as if you wanted to jump on him. “You always make me weak, it’s a common thing at this point.” Upon finishing, he leaned lower to press a kiss against your forehead, to which you replied with a surprised gasp.

The Duke chuckled once more and allowed you to finish your business, holding an innocent smile to show off. He sure was feeling almighty after everything you did to him.

In the meantime, you quickly finished taking off his shirt so all that was left for him was to take off his garments. You on the other hand? You just needed to put on your nightgown, something that’d be done in a matter of seconds. But honestly, you kind of just wanted to finish getting prepared so you could keep watching him finish.

After a little more time, you were finally able to direct your attention his way once more, but when you peeked at him… you were greeted by the view of him unbuttoning his trousers. His digits were so delicate and paid so much focus to taking the texture off, was he doing this intentionally, or was he so exhausted that his motions got slower? You couldn't figure it out, but it was enjoyable.

Upon seeing him be finished, his grace flashed you a gentle glimpse and reached for your hand. He stood behind, waiting for you to lead him toward the bed frame so you two could rest together.

His eyes frayed a tint of intrigue mixed with suggestions. Regardless, you brushed it off since you didn't want him to remain awake any longer, although this temptation surging down your spine kind of made you feel some way for sure. It frustrated you a little, but his health was more of a priority than anything else.

#genshin impact #wrio x reader #wriothesley #genshin imagines #wrio fluff #wriothesley fluff #genshin impact hcs #wriothesley hcs #suggestive

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eyeslikewatercoolers · 3 months

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“When was the last time you slept?” For sashnetra please?

Sorry this took so long for me to get out!! D: The only idea that I had for this prompt was within the Wedding Planner AU, which has been on my mind SO MUCH lately. But here's some college-age Sashnetra for a change!

(Also I barely proofread this lmao)

"When was the last time you slept?"

"It's been, uh- It's been a while, I think."

"That didn't answer my question. When was the last time you slept?"

"...I don't remember."

The fun part of sleep deprivation was long gone for Anetra. When you pull an all-nighter and stay up throughout the day. Everything is hilarious and you can't stop laughing at the simplest things.

Then after a good night of sleep, you felt great again, no energy drink needed. It was fine to deal with every once in a while, but not day after day for the entirety of fall break.

Sasha was still standing in the entryway of their apartment, her suitcase still had the paper tag attached from the airline. Anetra knew her girlfriend was excited to go on the study abroad trip to Thailand for the whole semester. Sasha's school breaks usually consisted of studying and crashing on friends' couches.

"I left on Wednesday before classes got out. Have you not actually had real sleep since then?" Sasha asked, arms crossed but held concern in her eyes.

Anetra felt like a small child in trouble. Her short-term memory felt like it was shot from her lack of sleep. She may have passed out on the couch for a few minutes at a time, but sleeping the whole night in her bed?

That hadn't happened since she last saw Sasha.

Anetra shook her head, feeling like tears were threatening behind her eyes. "I can't sleep. I've tried everything, but I can't,"

She never felt so over-dramatic. Her girlfriend was just on a plane for several hours, stuffed in an economy seat and dealing with exhaustion and jet lag.

And here Anetra was, whining about not being able to function like a normal human when she was at home all week.

Sasha left her suitcase and tote bag she used as a carry-on for the flight by the door as she rushed to sit next to Anetra. She wrapped both arms around her waist and held tight, "What's the matter, baby?"

Anetra felt like she could melt when Sasha held her like that. All the stress from the past week was about to wash away and she could just enjoy her time again with her girlfriend. She opened her mouth to start to explain why she couldn't sleep, but the ringtone from her cell phone chirped instead.

Tears started leaking out of Anetra's eyes, she knew exactly who was calling her. "She won't leave me alone. I didn't go spend Thanksgiving at her house and now she's blowing up my phone."

"Can I? I won't answer it, I promise." Sasha asked permission for Anetra's phone, glancing at it on the table. Anetra nodded, her cell phone felt like it was mocking her last bit of sanity.

Sasha already knew the passcode, unfortunately, this wasn't the first time this had happened. She scrolled through the call log history and the long thread of text messages, most unanswered. The messages read in tone anywhere from kind and caring to horribly malicious.

"She's been doing this since Monday?" Sasha asked in surprise.

Anetra nodded, wiping her tears with the back of her hand, "I can't deal with her anymore. I told her so many times that I was done, but she keeps using the 'But we're family!' excuse" she said in a mocking voice.

Sasha sighed, putting the phone face down. "I think it's time to block her number."

"But she's-" Anetra started, but Sasha was quick to interrupt.

"I know it's your mom, but she's pushing way past your boundaries," Sasha said as Anetra's face fell more. "Listen, I know it's going to be hard, but you can't let her keep doing this to you."

Anetra stared at her phone, seeing it vibrate with a new text message. "I don't know if I'm ready," she said in a small voice.

Sasha thought for a moment, "What about you turn off your phone, and try to get some sleep. Then you can decide if you're ready," Sasha suggested.

The younger woman pursed her lips but nodded, "I can do that," she pressed the power button until the black screen took over the cell phone.

"Come on, I'm jet-lagged as hell. We could probably both use a good nap." Sasha stood up and held out her hand for Anetra to follow her to the bedroom.

Anetra didn't realize that she was grateful for Sasha to guide her to the bedroom until the room was spinning and there were two doors in front of her. She walked slowly as she held tight to Sasha's hand, without her, Anetra was pretty sure she'd be on the floor by now.

Pretty soon, they were both under the duvet, and Anetra's head was nestled on Sasha's chest. She felt long fingers run from the top of her scalp, all the way to her split ends. Anetra drifted off to sleep with the sound of the cars outside and Sasha's steady heartbeat.

She didn't have to face anything she wasn't ready for. Whatever she would have to deal with whenever she woke up, it was all going to be for the better.

#sashnetra #my drabbles #rpdr s15 #rpdr fanfiction #asks #my writing

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oftenderweapons · 1 year

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Alone With You | KNJ

Pairing: Namjoon x reader (nicknamed Vixen)

Wordcount: 1.9k

Genre: angst, fluff, hurt to comfort

Rating: 16+

Warnings: none, except maybe some swearing and some spicy thoughts. One very involuntary suggestion of phone sex.

Synopsis: Namjoon and Vixen have a late night-early morning phone call regarding their relationship and the release of Indigo.

A/N: sorry, I’m late but I’ve been obsessing over beta reading this fic over and over, then I was doubting some stuff about it and I was on the verge of not publishing it (because I’ve been feeling extremely insecure about my writing in the last six months or so) Anyways, here it is. Done is better than perfect, so please love it as it is 💜🥺

Enjoy 💜✨

“Hey.”

“Hey.” Namjoon takes in your sleepy voice. His first album is dropping in an hour. And you’re awake at four am for him.

“How are you feeling?”

You feel him breathe, pausing at the other end of the line. “Lonely.”

It’s like a punch in the gut for you. You couldn’t choose. You had to be at the other end of the world on such a meaningful day.

“I’m sorry.”

“I mean it in the good way, right now.” He exhales. “I’m excited but also… I don’t feel safe, somehow.”

You roll onto your side. He hears the shuffling of the sheets. It’s somehow so intimate.

“You’re still in bed?”

“My alarm just went off. I wish I’d stayed up with you all night. Talk this out like we do. Like you need to.”

“I wanna see you,” he complained softly. “I miss you.”

“Miss you too.” Your voice got mellow, more tender, soothing. “I’m alone too.”

“We’re alone with each other. Across the world, you and I.”

“God bless technology. So we can be alone together.”

He gave his most gentle chuckle. This renewed tenderness, this way of being delicate and fragile with each other. It was all somehow new over the phone, in this moment, so early in the morning. Maybe if you’d been in the same room, him here in your bed, you curled up next to him on the sofa, maybe you would have been making love, the way you do when all his layers are laying on the floor and he’s so innocently and vulnerably bare before you, his heart beating, bleeding in your hands.

“I love talking to you like this.” An exhale. He followed it with his ear, straining it till sound stumbled into silence. Longing, quintessential and obliterating, he was nothing but wanting, out of a sudden. You had this effect on him, of shutting up everything but the moment, with you. He was one with you and it was as if the statics on the call could tell everything he cannot say, as if the very vibrations of particles carrying this call, from you to him, and him to you, could embody the bond between the two of you.

He kept thinking of you, of this.

“I love listening.” Could he creep into those particles? Could he use those words to get inside your head, crawling backwards, your lips, your teeth, your tongue, all the way to your vocal cords, and there find the electricity that carried your thought to your throat from your brain, and there find the exact place he occupied.

He wanted to see the shape of it, see if it’s shaped like the home you made together. See if it’s more precious. If it’s tapestried in moments of the two of you together, if it’s soft, if there are any hard edges, or if it’s all smoothed, rounded corners where one wall flows in the other, just like you and him join at the borders of each other.

“Where are you?” He asked, tears welling up in his eyes.

You knew somehow he didn’t mean literally, still you gave him the easy answer. “I’m laying in an empty bed. In Paris. And I miss you like crazy.”

“It’s not what—” He knew you knew what he meant, and suddenly he also knew why you’d chosen that answer.

“I know it’s not.” You bit your lip. “I’m in Bali.”

He inhaled. Exhaled. All the nights there, all the promises. All the sweet, sweet nothings he’d melted into. “I’m seeing you, in the pool. In my shirt.”

“You’re on the balcony. I smile at you.”

“I’m hiding your engagement ring in my pocket.” He sniffled, not even trying to hold back a sob.

“I’m gonna say yes,” you remind him. “I’ll say yes every day for the rest of my life.”

He nods. “I’ll work hard to earn it.” He tries to conceal his sob this time. He knows the last thing you need is hear him like this. “Come back soon.”

“Just one more week. Not one day more than that. I promise.”

Silence stretches comfortably. “I’m sitting with my feet in the pool. In Bali.”

“My head’s in your lap. I’m floating. I’ve never felt so happy. So in love with myself and life and the universe. And you.” It’s your voice that breaks this time. “We’re dancing in the dark. You smell of coconut oil and sun and happiness and home.”

“We’re barefoot in the kitchen, you’re climbing up on me. I’m trying to make you a midnight snack.” His voice lowers. “You’re wearing my shirt, again. It’s funny cause I made love to you and forgot to take off one of your socks, so you pulled on one of mine and now your socks are mismatched. You rushed your way to the kitchen without realising it.”

“I just wanted to be around you,” you admit. “I was falling for you.”

He arched an eyebrow. “Back then? You never told me, I guess.”

“You knew I was already falling when we had that tragic dinner. When we told ourselves to calm down.”

“The night I got to your place by bike at like, two in the morning?” He remembered that night. He remembered how you’d clung to him when he’d arrived, how you’d tugged his jacket off him, how you seemed restless, relentless in your getting closer. He remembered how guarded he’d felt, how he’d forced himself to toughen up and allow you under his skin, but not in his heart. He had woken up in your bed and he remembered how grumpy he’d felt about having body parts restraining his movements, and then he’d seen your face. And he’d smiled so, so bad.

“That night. I woke up and I knew I was gone.”

“I remember you mentioned the time you got cold feet when you were staying at my place, that first weekend.” He laid down onto his side, drawing up a blanket — precisely your gray fleece one. He searched for a sniff of your perfume on it, but most likely it was still drenched in his cologne from when he’d left for the US, right before you’d headed off to Paris. “You said you didn’t want to fall.”

“I did. I had just realised how easy I could make my home out of you.”

“That night, the one of the dinner, it was like… Three weeks after our first weekend?” He tried to remember the timing.

“It was. That night I understood how much I needed you all the time already. That platonic wasn’t enough.” You exhaled.

He followed the sound, again. And again. It was disturbing, not feeling the small gust of air against his neck, like he always does when you’re breathing so close to him. “Where are we now?”

He wanted to keep digging in that moment, as if he could see it from your point of view. “We’re still there, that night. When you got cold feet.”

“What about that night?”

“You were under me.” He smiled, remembering his fingers in your mouth, your eyes slowly rolling closed. “You called me daddy for the first time, while we’re making love. Cause we both agreed that that night we made love.”

You laughed. “Jury’s still out on that one.”

“No way.” He laughed too and it was there, scorching, all this love for you. What would he do with it if you ever left? “Where are we now?”

You paused for a long time. “On the sofa.”

“At home?”

“At my old place.”

He knew this memory. He knew this place, he knew it best. The game had started there, this game of going back to memories of the two of you, places where he had felt normal, where he’d buried a splinter of his heart. He stayed silent.

“It’s our second kiss.” You continue. “You want to calm down, but I want to have you so, so bad. We’re spooned up on the sofa.” Your voice gets breathy and hot. “We’re watching a film.”

This is a new direction. You've played several scenarios, and he still expects you to head back to a familiar one when you add, “You’re watching the film and I’m playing one thousand ways to take you down. I’m planning how I’m going to have you.”

He bites his lip. “While I was focusing on the movie?”

“Focusing on the movie? You were totally feeling me up.” At some point you’d even turned around, staring at his jaw, kissing it before he stopped you. “Focus,” he’d told you.

“I was. Feeling you up, I mean,” He hummed, cleared his voice. “How did you take me down, fox?”

“We did it once, actually. When I rode your thigh, on that weekend.”

“That weekend? The first weekend?”

You hummed in confirmation.

“Wow. Could have avoided two weeks of blue balls like that?” He shook his head and giggled. “Amazing.”

“But the wait was worth it.”

He laughed fondly. “Totally.”

“Are you feeling better?” You asked, enjoying the way your chat had lightened his mood.

“Absolutely,” he replied.

“Did you listen to the song I sent you?” You asked.

He gritted his teeth guiltily and hoped you didn’t know—

“You didn’t.” You chuckled. “I know. Very romantic of you.”

“Dammit if I had you here… Sleepy, early in the morning, still warm and tender from sleep.” He shook his head.

“We wouldn’t be talking by now.” You both laughed.

“What are you wearing, love?” He was trying to imagine you. Unfamiliar bed, with unfamiliar white sheets. Maybe one of those fancy comforters filled with feathers.

“A very unsexy mix.” The sheets ruffled again through the line. “Fuzzy socks, old knickers. The one with the lips emoji printed all over. And your sweater, the one with the bear, from our trip to Patagonia.”

He snorted with that kind of disappointment that comes from the fondest, most loving spot in his heart. “Unsexy, you said?”

“Since the socks aren’t mismatched, you know.” You both giggled at your inside joke.

“You mean to tell me you’re all ruffled up from sleep, and your cheeks have that special puffed look you have when it’s still too early in the morning, and you’re dressed like that and I could just… You know, slip those knickers to the side and have my sweet, sweet way with you, while you’re still too sleepy to check how you moan for me?”

“Don’t make me want things I can’t have, you demon,” you whined.

His cackling echoed through the line, then it slipped into silence gently. “Thank you for sticking around, my love. Even when I’m in a shitty mood.”

You shrugged, following him through all his mood swings, all his thoughts from lighthearted flirting to deep analysis. “It’s a pleasure, Joonie.”

“Thank you for being there, through all the writing, producing, all the polishing up.” Sweetness washed over him. “Thank you for all the love we made.”

“That was mostly my pleasure, I assure you.” You tried to make his tone lighter, mostly because you didn’t want him to feel like he was crawling in the dark without you.

“Thank you for not letting me go. For taking me back when I made you feel not enough.” He bit his lip, holding back emotion. This is a happy moment, he asserted in his mind. “Thank you for loving me. I wish I could watch us fall in love all over again. Like a movie. Watching you love me helped me fall for myself, and—”

“I know.”

And he knows you know. You somehow have always known. The universe pulled you through the tides so that every storm, every wave, every raindrop, every moonbeam could mold you into his perfect lover. A partner, a soulmate, a mentor, a protector, a scientist, a friend, his best friend.

You smiled. “I know.”

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the-blind-assassin-12 · 2 years

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Happiness Looks Good On You

Writers’ Iron Chef #10 June Drabbles Day 21 - Karaoke

A/N: Thank you so much to @littleferal for putting together this prompt challenge! This week’s prompt really helped me start to get out of the funk I’ve been in with my writing. Its the only thing I’ve managed to write in days, and while it definitely needs a follow up (you’ll see what I mean) an isn’t really finished... I’m pretty happy with how it turned out so I hope you guys enjoy it, too! This takes place in the Third Time’s the Charm universe - very early on in Reader and Marcus’ relationship.

Word Count: 1,889

Warnings: BIG ‘OL NOTHIN.

Summary: You get to meet someone very important to Marcus - someone who you’re both nervous and excited to be introduced to.

Prompt: Half of the names have already been crossed off.

It was Wednesday night when Marcus’ phone vibrated against the cupholder in the center console, a text alert popping up as he drove you home from your dinner date. His eyes shifted down at the name on the screen, and then immediately back up to the road. “It’s Linda. Can you read that for me?”

You felt your face grow warm as you reached for the phone, his level of trust in you only adding to the overall happiness that being with him gave you. “Sure.” Using the four digit code he’d given you - for his personal device only, the one that he used for work unknown to you, which was more than fine considering what he did for a living - you unlocked the screen and swiped open his texts, finding Linda’s and opening it. I wonder what she’s… Scanning the words, your eyes widened as they sunk in. Oh.

Marcus! I’m gonna be staying 20 minutes away from you this weekend for Gabi’s shower on Saturday. Drinks Friday night?? Maybe I can meet your new girlfriend??

Blinking at the screen, your mouth dropped open, a quick breath escaping as your heartbeat quickened. That means he told his family about me. Or at least his sister.

“Everything okay?” Marcus turned momentarily towards you.

Clearing your throat, you nodded, tongue slipping out to wet your lips. “Yeah, it’s fine, everything’s okay.” She just… “She said she’s gonna be in town this weekend and then asked if you want to get drinks on Friday. And um… she-” You swallowed. “She mentioned meeting me.”

Without flinching, he titled his head in your direction. “Are you free? Friday?”

This is… this is a step. A big one. But it wasn’t as drastic a step as meeting his parents, joining him for some big family milestone event, being introduced to cousins and step uncles and so on. Marcus had told you that he and his siblings were close, so it made sense to you that he would have told them about his relationship with you. Even though we’re taking things slow. You’d been together for a month and a half, known one another for only a few weeks longer than that. But it’s not his whole family, so it’s… and it’s not like she lives right around the corner. She’s only in town for a few days and-

“Yeah,” you nodded, smiling as you stuck the phone back in place. Marcus turned onto your street, the headlights shining on the Jacobson’s bushes and then spilling over the dark asphalt. “I’m free. And I’m looking forward to meeting your sister.” I hope she likes me.

– – –

Twenty minutes after you were supposed to be meeting Linda at the bar she’d invited the two of you to, you sat staring at the brake lights ahead of you instead. Shit. We’re already late. You checked your face in the visor mirror, pressing your lips together before closing the sliding cover and flipping the hinged piece back up. She’s probably there already and-

“Hey.”

Marcus’ voice was accompanied by the weight of his right hand on your thigh, fingers squeezing gently to stop your leg from bouncing. You looked over to find him glancing sideways, a soft smile warming his eyes. Hey, yourself.

“Are you nervous? It’s gonna be fine, just relax.” He kept his hand where it was until the light that you’d been stuck at turned green, and then he brought it back to the wheel. “She’s gonna love you.”

You let out a sigh. “I hope so.”

He nodded, eyes forward as he concentrated on the road in front of him. Rain fell hard and heavy to slide down the windshield in sheets, the wiper blades set to the quickest speed. “She will. Trust me.”

“You know I do.” I trust you completely. You felt some of the anxious jitters dissipate at the way he was so certain that his sister would accept you and that the two of you would get along. “I just know how close the two of you are, and I…” I want this to go well. Because I think you’re it for me, Marcus.

The GPS app instructed him to turn left, and as he did he spoke your name. “It’s going to be fine. Linda and I are close, you’re right about that.” He flicked the turn signal off and lowered the speed on the wipers, the rain suddenly lighter and less aggressive than it had been seconds before. “But that’s exactly why she’s going to like you. Because she’s going to see how damn happy I am with you.”

At that your chest warmed and even though you were still slightly nervous about meeting such an important person in his life, you let Marcus’ assurances be enough. He means it. He wouldn’t just say that. “You think she’ll be able to see that in just a few hours at a crowded bar?”

Marcus blew out an exaggerated breath and narrowed his eyes. “Absolutely.” The automated voice on the app chimed in to alert him that the destination was approaching in a quarter mile on the right. “It would be pretty hard for her to miss.”

Oh, I think I’m… You hadn’t said it yet, and he hadn’t either. But I am. I’m falling in love with him. I… You knew that he wanted to take things slowly, and you knew - and understood - why. But I love him. Not wanting to say it too soon and ruin things, you opted for another full truth in its place as he pulled into the small lot. “You make me really damn happy, too, Marcus.”

Putting the car in park, he leaned in and pressed his smile to the corner of your mouth, leaving a small kiss there. “That-” He moved his lips to the center of yours and kissed you more fully. “-is great news.” The tip of his nose bumped against yours and then he sat back in his seat. “Now c’mon, Linda’s probably already got a table, and if I know my sister, she’s at least one beer into a pitcher.” He winked. “Let’s go catch up.”

Hand in hand, you let him lead you inside.

But within seconds, the slightly off key sound of someone’s rendition of Love Shack made you question whether or not you were in the right place. What the hell? A quick cursory glance around the bar area revealed a makeshift performance area, a small D.J. setup, and a screen that the singer was reading lyrics from.

Oh, it’s…

“Karaoke night.” Marcus’ hand tightened around yours as his unsure chuckle slid into a groan. It sure is. “Oh…kay. So, here’s the thing.” He tugged you closer, a sheepish, almost apologetic look in his eyes as he trained them on you. “We had this stupid old karaoke machine in our basement growing up and, Linda and I used it… kind of a lot. So we-” He shrugged. “We started this tradition of going to a karaoke night together whenever we’re both home or in the same city.” Shaking his head, he gave you a slight wince. “I had no idea that she was playing that card tonight. I thought since she was meeting you that… Is this… Are you okay with this? We can go somewhere else, or-”

“Marcus.” You pressed your free hand to the center of his chest, his expression relaxing as your thumb swept over his shirt. “Now who’s nervous, hmm?” His unoccupied hand found its way to your waist and you smiled. “This is fine.” You tilted your head to the side. “I’m not a good singer. At all. But…” Bouncing your head from side to side, you spread your fingers out where you touched him. “Get a beer or two in me? I’m not a good singer, but I can be a fun singer.”

At that he laughed, dropping your hand and letting his newly freed one join the other at your waist. “Well that’s a relief. If you were a good singer, I’d be worried that you’d judge me for my terrible singing.”

You scrunched your nose at him. “Weren’t you in a band?”

He held up one finger, features setting seriously. “I am a bassist, not a vocalist, okay? I’m-”

You cut him off then, unable to keep yourself from kissing away the rest of his explanation. We’re both going to make fools of ourselves and that’s fine with me. When you broke apart a few seconds later, he was wearing a slightly lopsided grin, one stubbled cheek rising higher than the other. Just like the first time you saw that look on his face - and every time since - your heart spun inside your chest. Any lingering nerves that either of you were feeling had disappeared, so you grabbed his hand again, lacing your fingers with his. “Let’s go find your sister.”

It wasn’t hard to spot her, the woman that you’d only seen glimpses of in passing when she was on a FaceTime call with Marcus standing on the rungs of her barstool to wave at the two of you as you walked deeper into the bar. “Hey! Marcus! Over here!”

You watched as she poured two pints from the pitcher that Marcus had correctly guessed she’d already ordered. He lifted his hand in greeting, letting her know that he saw her, and then he leaned over to brush his lips across your cheek before moving them closer to your ear. “Thank you for coming with me tonight.” The bar broke out in a round of overly generous applause for the singer that had just finished, the room loud around you, but as you pulled back your focus was entirely on him. “Means a lot to me. I know it’s… sooner than we said we’d do the whole meeting the families thing but-”

“As long as your sister doesn’t mercilessly mock me after this?” He chuckled and you winked. “I’m glad we’re here tonight too, Marcus.”

“Marcus!” Linda called again, both of you snapping your heads back up at her. “Hurry up! Half of the names on the list have already been crossed off.” She pointed to the board that the D.J. was using to keep track of who was singing next. Sure enough, Marcus’ name was up there along with hers… and yours. “You’re gonna be up before you know it! I signed you up for your song.”

“Your song?” You raised an eyebrow, one side of your mouth following in an amused smirk. “You have a designated karaoke song, Agent Pike?” You asked, nudging his elbow with yours. He groaned as the two of you got closer to the table she’d saved, and all you could do was laugh.

Oh this is going to be an interesting night.

– – –

On the way home from the bar, Marcus’ phone buzzed twice. “Can you check that for me?” He asked, his voice hinting at how tired he was even though there was still a touch of laughter left in it.

“Yeah,” you reached for it, a yawn breaking through your smile as you opened the message. “It’s Linda.”

He hummed. “What’s it say?”

Your chest swelled as you read the words, the screen glowing up at you as Marcus made the turn into your neighborhood.

Happiness looks good on you, big brother.

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See You At Seven? Steve Harrington x Reader

See You At Seven?

I do not allow my writing to be republished anywhere other than my own blog without my consent

Summary: Losing your virginity to Steve doesn’t go how you thought it would.

18 + IF YOU ARE NOT 18 OR OLDER DO NOT READ OR INTERACT WITH MY WRITING. IT IS NOT INTENDED FOR MINORS. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE MEDIA YOU CONSUME.

Word count: 4667

WARNINGS: loss of virginity, f orgasm, fingering, dirty talk, blood, painful penetration, Dom!Steve if you squint, aftercare, supportive Steve.

It was one of those summer days where nothing seemed to cure my boredom. I tried reading, watching a movie, sun tanning, even cleaning my room. Laying flat on my back on my bed I stared at the popcorn ceiling above me trying to think of anything that could help pass the time. I was waiting for Steve to finish his shift at Family Video so we could hang out. He had booked the weekend off for us to spend some time together. Both of us working too much that we weren't making enough time for each other so we decided to change that. It was strange being in a relationship with someone who was actually mature enough to discuss things like that, and even though Steve is well, Steve, he's smarter than he looks.

Glancing at the small pink clock on my bedside table, I figured 4:30 was a good time to phone Family Video and harass Steve on the other end. It was usually dead in the store so we talked often when we could, helped both of us pass the time quicker. Dialling the number I now knew off by heart Robin picked up on the third ring. "Family Video this is Robin!" Her perky voice ringing in my ears and bringing a smile to my face. "Hey Robs it's me" I said leaning against the wall next to the phone. "Oh my god (Y/N) Steve is being so annoying and mopey, all he's doing is leaning on the counter complaining about when he can see you, and I'm pretty sure I caught him laying on the floor at one point just in full despair, I don't know what you've done to him, but I love it and hate it all at the same time-" I stifled a laugh as she rambled on before I heard Steves voice. "Robin give me the phone"

"No I'm talking to her, she likes me more, stop it, Steve don't STEVE!" The clatter of the phone was loud and I had to pull the receiver away from my ear for a moment. A distant "You're disgusting!" was heard and then Steves chuckle vibrated through the phone.

"Babe?" He said still laughing

"What did you do to her this time?" I asked.

"Wet willy" he said proudly. I scrunched my nose up in response.

"So childish" I fake mocked.

"It's the only way to fight back with her, and it works like a charm" I could still hear robin mumbling on the other end and I knew Steve was going to get an ear full (no pun intended) after we hung up. "So as per usual the parents are away, and I was thinking you'd come stay over for the weekend? We can just swim, and watch movies, and eat take out until were both uncomfortably full"

A small blush rising to my cheeks made me thankful for the fact Steve couldn't see me through the phone. "That sounds perfect, I could use some time away from my parents" I sighed.

"Everything okay?" He asked quickly.

"Oh yeah nothing crazy, just parents being parents" I rolled my eyes. My parents truly weren't that bad, and we got along quite well, it was just those normal parent things that were getting on my nerves lately. "Maybe I'm pmsing or something and I'm just getting irritated over nothing" I said thinking out loud.

"That could definitely be it- Hey did you have any movies in mind you wanted to see? Please don't make me watch Dirty Dancing again"

"Don't act like you don't like it Harrington, you stay awake through it more than I do" I teased. "But I suppose I won't make you watch that again" I bit the inside of my cheek thinking of movie titles I've seen in the past. "What about that one" I said snapping my fingers trying to get the name out. "The one with the kid from The Goonies?"

"The Lost Boys?"

"Yes! That's the one!" I said excitedly. "Robin said it was pretty good"

"It's a vampire one though are you okay with that?"

"I'm not afraid of vampires if that's what you're asking Steve" I said laughing. "I'm not a scaredy cat like you" I teased and I heard him scoff in response.

"I'm not a scaredy cat!" He protested. "You're the one who couldn't handle The shinning" He shot back, an audible smile across his face.

"Because it was just so ominous! I still have nightmares about that bloody elevator" I shuddered at the thought.

"Yeah that movie was a bit weird huh? I mean the bits we actually watched" He said trailing off.

The last time we had a so called movie night, Steve and I barely paid attention to the films we kept putting on. The facade of us actually watching them while I straddled his lap, his face buried in my neck as we rocked against each other. Steve and I hadn't had sex yet. I was too nervous being a virgin, and seeing as his dick could barely fit in my mouth I was afraid of having it between my legs. We did almost everything else, so I wasn't shy with being sexual with him, but going all the way seemed so daunting. People made it seem like such a big deal, and I guess it was, but I don't think having a dick in you should or would change you all that much as a person. Steve never rushed me on anything, and not a single word out of his mouth after I said 'stop' was negative or condescending. I had been with a few people before him, and being younger back then sex wasn't really something I wanted, I had barely explored myself let alone to let someone else explore me first, that didn't feel right. But eventually after figuring my own body out and what I liked it was easier to let myself feel good with someone else.

Now knowing I was going to stay with Steve for the whole weekend something in me told me that I was ready, and that I wanted to try. Butterflies flitted in my stomach and I had gotten so lost in my own thoughts I didn't realize that Steve had started speaking again. "So I figured that one, and then like, The Labyrinth, and maybe A Nightmare On Elm Street cause you still haven't seen that"

"You just want to get a scary movie so I'll hide into your chest"

"Yeah, yeah maybe I do"

"Oh and baby?" I said sweetly. Taking a deep breath I closed my eyes. This was it.

"Yeah?"

"You have condoms right?"

He choked, the phone clattered, and I could hear robin laughing in the background. "Steve?"

"Hmm yeah? Hi I uh, yeah, I do, um yeah" He said breathlessly.

"Good" My heart was beating so hard I thought I might throw up. "See you at seven?"

"Seven yeah, s-should be good"

"Bye Stevie" I said hanging up the phone. I leaned my forehead against the cool wall of the kitchen, my hand still holding onto the phone as I attempted to control my breathing. "It'll be fine" I said out loud to myself. "And if it's shit, that's okay, everyones first time is different" I reminded myself. Pushing myself off and away from the wall I made my way upstairs to shower and pack my bag for the weekend.

The showering part was easy. I never felt like any body part had to be baby smooth to feel comfortable around Steve, he never minded a little hair, in fact he encouraged it. "If hair wasn't supposed to be there, it wouldn't be there" he had said to me the first time I showed a small bit of insecurity about it. It even drove him crazy when it peaked out of the sides of my bathing suit bottoms when I didn't have time to sharpen up my bikini line. What stressed me out today, was what I was going to wear and what I was going to bring. I had slept over at Steves countless of times, and he was over here just as often, but we had never spent the whole weekend together. Deciding to pack some basics, I shoved a pair of pj pants and shorts into my bag. Figured I'd give myself another option just incase. Not bothering to add a sleep shirt knowing I would just steal one of Steves. Hands lingering over my folded clothes I played with the strap of this very tight tank top I thought about bringing. It made my boobs look really good and I knew Steve would love it as much as I did. A small smile playing on my lips I slid the top over my head deciding to wear it with a pair of shorts. Steve and I weren't planning on going out anywhere after he picked me up, so the short walk from my front door to his car in this would be totally fine. Shoving an extra pair of underwear into my bag I zipped it up and dropped it at the end of my bed. Now all I had to do was wait.

Almost on the dot exactly I heard Steve lightly honk his horn to signal he was here. Bounding down the stairs and out the front door I threw my backpack in the direction of the car as I ran and jumped into Steves open arms, my arms wrapping tightly around his neck. Bending slightly at the knees he scooped me up bringing my thighs to his was it and holding me in place against him. His balance wobbling slightly, his back hitting the side of his car. "Hey princess" He said a little breathlessly.

"Hi baby" I said releasing the grip of my thighs signalling Steve to put me back down but never letting go of me. "I missed you" I said honestly, my hands tugging at the hair at the base of the back of his neck.

"I missed you more" He said leaning down to press a light kiss to my lips.

"I don't think so" I said sighing dreamily as I looked up at him. His hands traveling to my shoulders he flicked at the thin strap of the tank top I wore.

"I've never seen this one before" head tilting to the side as he continued to slid his finger up and down my shoulder, still under the strap.

"Figure I would save it for a special occasion" I said leaning back from him and reaching for my bag.

"Special occasion huh?" He said turning to open the car door for me.

"Maybe" I said shrugging and slipping into the passenger seat.

The drive to Steves was always short and sweet, giving me no time to continue over thinking which is what I was already doing.

"Alright, I'm gunna hop in the shower real quick, you go get comfy in bed" Steve said placing a small kiss to my temple before heading towards his bathroom.

Falling onto his bed I smiled. Taking a deep breath and reviling in his familiar smell that littered his sheets. I unbuttoned my jean shorts and tugged them off, throwing them onto the floor before crawling under Steves blanket, nestling into his pillow. I hummed in content. How was his bed so much comfier than mine? Settling deeper into his bed I let my eyes close, the soft echo of the shower lulling me into sleep.

"Baby?" Steves hand ran through my hair, moving it away from my face and neck.

"Hmm?" I opened my eyes, squinting at the light of his room. His hair was still damp, a few darkened spots on the shoulders of his t-shirt from lingering drips from his hair.

"You wanna keep sleeping or do you wanna get up?"

I stretched my arms above my head, and sat up slowly, licking my lips to get the moisture back into my dry mouth. "I didn't mean to fall asleep" I said rubbing my eyes. "Is it late? How long was I out for?"

"Not long, bout thirty minutes or so, however long I was in the shower for"

"I missed you" I said reaching my hands out towards him, opening and closing them in grabby hand motion.

He laughed before shifting further up the bed so I could wrap my arms around him. Crawling out of his blanket and into his lap I straddled him and wrapped my arms around his neck. "You didn't dream of me?" He asked quietly, his hands running up and down my back.

"Not this time" I sighed. I could hear his heart beat begin to quicken as I rested my head against his chest. Sitting back up I ran my hands along his shoulders, to his forearms, down to his wrist to where his hands settled on my waist. I looked up at him with a shy smile.

"Oh I know that look" He said with a chuckle.

"What look?" I said tilting my head to the side.

"That's the, 'I want you to ruin me' look" His hands shifting from my waist to hold my face with both hands. The warmth from them spreading across my cheeks and down my neck igniting the heat that sat in the pit of my stomach.

"I don't know what you're talking about Harrington" I said trying to play it off, avoiding his eyes.

"Oh really?" His voice low, one hand moving from my cheek down to the base of my throat. "If I slid my hand into your panties right now, how wet would you already be hm?" He mocked playfully. My hips twitched slightly at the change of tone in his voice. "Bet you've already ruined those cute little pink panties huh? Just being this close to me gets you all wound up doesn't it?" his thumb grazing the divot between my collarbones and throat. Shifting slightly his hard erection bumped against my crotch and I had to hold back the small whimper threatening to leave my mouth. "Don't hide those noises from me pretty girl"

"Steveeee" I whined, grinding my hips ever so slightly in attempts for some relief. His hands back at my waist, guiding my hips to continue rolling them against him.

"What is it baby?"

"Don't tease me" I whimpered with a pout.

"But you're so pretty when you get all desperate"

"I'm already desperate" I admitted, my eyes flicking up back to his for a moment. "I've been thinking about you all day" I rolled my hips a little harder agaisnt him, my head falling into this crook of his neck. I kissed softly at the exposed skin I could reach without moving the fabric of his shirt. I was too focus on my movements to try anything else.

"What did you think about?" Steve said, his breath hitching slightly.

"Your hands"

"What about them?" He encouraged.

"How they feel when they touch me. When they touch me everywhere" My words coming out almost as whispers, the coil in my stomach slowly growing, but not fast enough. "Please Steve" I said leaning back to press my forehead against his. Small moans falling out of my mouth and into his.

"Please what baby?"

"Touch me?" I leaned back again to look at him, his pupils blown out; only the smallest sliver of his honey brown eyes visible.

Shifting so he was now hovering me, he pressed his lips to mine. Sloppy kisses, our mouths and cheeks covered in each others saliva as our hands chased each others bodies. Feeling them like it was the first and only time we'd get to be this close. Steve made quick work, his hands tugging at the sides of my underwear until I lifted my hips slightly for him to pull them off the rest of the way. He didn't hesitate before sliding his fingers between my folds, groaning at the wet slick that instantly covered his fingers.

"Oh my god" I hummed, my head rolling to the side.

"I was right" He chuckled. "Look at you, so pretty like this. Soaking and desperate for me to touch you" Fingers circling my clit his lips came back down, attaching themselves to me, and absorbing my moans. He teased my hole slightly with his middle finger, but never going in. I whined.

"Steve, please"

"What do you want?"

"Touch me" I said quickly.

"I am touching you princess" he smirked.

"Finger me" I said in a huff, no shame in how audible the desperation was in my voice. "I wanna cum"

"Well you don't need me for that" He threatened.

I shook my head back and forth. "No I want you to make me cum"

Please with my response his finger slid into me a second later. My back arching every so slightly.

"My pretty pretty girl" He cooed while leaning down to kiss my neck. Nipping and sucking lightly until he reached the top of my breasts, that were almost spilling from the tight fabric of my tank top. "Take this off for me yeah?" He asked. I sat up quickly, grabbing the bottom of my top and flung it over my head and off to the side. He continued kissing my chest, his mouth leaving wet kisses a long the doughy skin until taking one of my nipples into his mouth, licking and sucking at it lightly. He added a second finger and I clenched around him instantly. Pulling up away from my chest he began curling his fingers up into me, and brought his other hand down to continue rubbing circles on my clit.

"F-fuck Steve" I spat.

"Feels good?" He asked.

"So fucking good baby, you always m-make me feel s-so good"

"Awe my poor baby can barely get her words out" He teased, pumping his fingers a little faster, and I knew I wouldn't be able to last much longer. Taking all of my strength to reach my hands down and into Steves to pull them from me, on the brink of my orgasm.

"What, what's wrong?" Steve said searching my face.

"N-Nothing, I wanna cum, um, on your cock" I said shyly.

Steves face reddened and he leaned forward to give me a quick soft kiss. "Not yet, I want you to cum on my fingers first, and then we can try okay?"

I nodded, my breath still rapid as he placed his fingers back into me. His fingers slipping into me almost easier this time. "Fuck look at the way you take my fingers baby" he said watching his movements, his fingers pumping in and out of me, curling up into my g-spot. "C'mon baby, I know you're close, cum on my fingers like you wanna cum on my cock" His movements never faltering as the coil in my stomach began to tighten, until my back arched off of his bed.

"Oh my god, just like that, please don't stop, please, please, don't stop" I begged, my hands fisting the fabric of his sheets beneath me.

"I won't baby, cum for me, you're right there"

Tingling heat soared through my body, through my stomach until that coil snapped and I was cumming around Steves fingers just like he wanted. Lewd whimpers and moans escaping me as Steve continued his moments until the high of my orgasm slowed. Sitting up I leaned forward until I reached the him of Steves sweatpants. My hands fumbling as I tried to free him from the restraints of the fabric. He grabbed my hands. "Hey, hey, slow down" He said softly.

"I still want" I swallowed, glancing slightly at his bedside table where I knew he kept his condoms. "I still want to try"

"You sure? We don't have to"

"I want to, I'm ready"

"Tell me to stop at any point okay?" He said holding my face in his hands.

I nodded. "I promise"

Leaning over to the table, he opened the small drawer and pulled out the box of condoms, ripping the cardboard open and taking one of the foil packages out and placing it next to us. He got up and walked towards the bathroom bringing back two towels. I raised my eyebrow.

"Just incase there's a little blood" He said reassuringly. Folding one in half, he placed it on his bed and tapped it so I would sit on it.

Removing his sweat pants and boxers and shirt he pumped his length a few times before tearing the foil packaging and removed the slippery condom from it. He rolled it onto himself and I watched intently, for when I was able to do it for him. He situated himself between my legs, rubbing the tip of his dick against my wet folds. "Here gimme one of your hands" He said reaching forward. Taking my hand into his he interlocked our fingers as he kneeled between my legs, his other hand directing his dick against me. "Ready?" he asked.

And I nodded.

"Verbal confirmation please" He said with a pleading look.

"Yes Steve, I'm ready"

He lined himself up and began to push into me slightly. Instantly I let out a hiss, my hand coming out to press against his abdomen. "F-fuck" I stuttered. It hurt. Way more than I thought it was going to.

"Want me to stop?"

"No, no, just" I took a deep breath and closing my eyes. "Just go slow"

He continued ever so slightly, pushing in by millimetres, stopping with each hiss and hitch of my breath. Pushing a little more I felt the rest of his tip slip into me and I tipped my head up slightly with a "Fuck" muttered through my teeth. My hand tight around Steves, and I knew I would leave him with tiny crescent shaped nail imprints in his skin.

"Just keep breathing baby, you're doing so well" His breath was ragged and I could tell it was difficult for him to be so slow, but I appreciated it so much.

My forehead scrunched and my eyes closed tightly I focused on my breathing until Steve tapped my head lightly. "How we doing in there?" I could hear the smile in his voice. I was afraid to open my eyes, knowing if I did tears would roll down from the pain. "Okay" I said quietly. "Keep going" and he did. So slowly, it felt like time had slowed with each push of his cock, stretching me painfully. I started breathing through my nose and out through my mouth.

"Do you want to stop?" Steve asked again.

"No? Yes? I don't know"

Steve sat up slightly, not removing himself just yet from me. "Look at me baby"

Reluctantly I opened my eyes, and the tears that were held behind my closed lids slipped out and down my temples with ease. "Talk to me" He said rubbing his thumb against the skin on my hip in soothing circles.

"It hurts" I choked. "I-I thought it would be better" A small sob bubbled in my chest.

"I'm gunna pull out okay?"

"No no, don't" I said whimpering, trying to pull him back to me but hissed when I made him move a little deeper into me.

"Baby please? We can try again, this was good for a first try, I don't want you crying in pain under me"

"Just... Is it okay if you put it all in? Then we can stop"

"Are you absolutely sure?"

"Yeah, please? Just that"

"Okay" he removed his hand from my tight grasp and moved so he was leaning down more towards me. "Hold onto me if you need to okay?"

I nodded, my hands resting on his shoulders. He began again, slowly pushing himself into me, small whimpers from my mouth echoing into his skin. "So close baby, you're doing so good" he praised. With a slight grunt I felt him bottom out, his rough pubic hair rubbed against mine. "Fuuuuuck, you feel so good baby, you did so good, look how well you're hugging onto my cock baby"

We stayed like that for a moment, his head now tucked into my shoulder and my arms firmly wrapped around his neck.

"No more, I'm done" I whispered.

"Okay baby" he said giving me small kisses as he leaned back up. "Just keep breathing for me okay?" He slowly pulled back out, and it still hurt, but not as much as it did going in. When he was fully out I glanced down at him, the condom slightly pink with blood. My bottom lip quivered as I tried to hold back my tears.

"Baby it's okay" Steve said. "Lemme get this off, and I'll clean you up okay?" He made quick with his movements, discarding the condom into the trash, and slipping his boxers and sweat pants back on. I curled up into a ball, sobbing into my hands. "C'mere" Steve said quietly after tugging his shirt back over his head, pulling me into his chest. I held onto him, the fabric of his t-shirt tucked tightly into the balls of my fists as I cried into him. He pulled his blanket back up over me and traced his finger tips against my bare back soothing me. "You're okay" he repeated.

After a few quiet moments, the grip I had on his shirt loosened and my breathing relaxed. Tilting my head I looked up at Steve. His eyes were closed and maybe he sensed me already looking at him because his eyes opened and immediately met mine. He smiled.

"I'm sorry" I said, new tears threatening to fall.

"You have nothing to be sorry for"

"But, you didn't get to finish, and it was shit, it wasn't even sex"

"When has me finishing ever been a priority? Cumming is just a bonus, as long as we're both having fun, and getting some sort of pleasure out of whatever we're doing, then I'm happy babe" he said tucking a bit of hair behind my ear. "What's got you so upset about it?"

"I thought it would have been better, I knew it wouldn't be great, but everyone makes it seem like it's this insane thing, and it was just shit" Angry tears fell down my cheeks as I sat back up, crossing my legs in front of me. "I had it all planned out in my head, and for it to just be the complete opposite sucks"

"You know my first time wasn't that great either"

"Really? I don't think we've ever talked about it"

"I don't think it ever came up, but it was weird" He laughed a little. "All the motions of sex were there, but I had no idea what I was doing, and this older girl just took full control, and I think I blacked out at one point cause then it was over and I was putting my clothes back on and I never saw her again"

"How old were you?"

"Uh like 14 I think? Too young that's for sure, I didn't even really know what happened until I got older" He sighed. "Sex didn't really get good until the end of high school, but then I met you and I realized I liked making you cum more than even the thought of sex" He toothy smile spreading across his face. "Although I will tell you, your pussy felt amazing"

I rolled my eyes and smacked his arm. "So much for that nice little moment" I sniffled lightly, wiping away the last remnants of my tears.

"Wanna hop in the shower with me? I'll get you all cleaned up and we can order pizza and start our little movie marathon"

I blushed. Steve really was amazing, he went into caregiver mode so effortlessly and it made my heart squeeze.

"Yeah, that would be nice" I said quietly.

"And baby?" He said. "Everyones first time is different, and they're not all perfect like they are in the movies, it sometimes takes time and practice, but we'll get there okay?"

I pouted, looking down at my hands.

"Hey, no pouting, it's all a learning process" He tilted my chin up to look at him. "It'll get better" he gave me a light kiss on the lips. "I Promise"

#Steve Harrington #Stranger Things #Stranger Things Fic #Steve Harrington fic #Steve Harrington smut #Stranger Things smut #Steve Harrington x reader #Stranger Things x reader #hellfiremunsonn

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Bokuto is exhausted by the time he arrives at Akaashi’s house.

He bends over, bracing his upper body on his thighs, and tries catching his breath. Puffs of vapor escape from his mouth, and he already feels the sweat on his skin turning icy in the late February chill.

But he’s smiling—so much so that his face is hurting from more than just the cold air. He clutches the piece of paper he’s holding tighter as he finally straightens and treks the rest of the way up the front stoop.

He rings the doorbell. Waits. Anticipation builds as he hears soft footsteps approach. The front lock clicks and the door swings open.

“Bokuto-san?” Akaashi's looks surprised. “What are you doing h—?”

“I have something to show you!” Bokuto grins. “And no, I can’t wait until Monday morning! Please, ‘kaashi, can I come in?”

Akaashi’s browse raise. But his shoulders immediately lose their tension and he sighs, stepping back to let Bokuto in.

“Pardon the intrusion!”

“It’s okay, Bokuto-san, my parents are across town visiting family. So, um … it’s just us.” Bokuto doesn’t miss the furtive glance his boyfriend gives him, and for a moment, Bokuto forgets why he’s there.

Akaashi looks extra pretty today. He’s wearing a knit sweater and rumpled pajama bottoms, and his hair is tousled in the cutest way. Sleep still lingers in his eyes. Everything about him looks so soft…

Bokuto shakes himself out of it. Now is not the time to be distracted. He has important news to break!

“Did you run here?” Akaashi frowns as his eyes rove over Bokuto’s form. “You’re shivering. You don’t even have a jacket on! Do you really want to be sick for your last month at Fukurodani?”

Bokuto’s grin turns sheepish. “Oh, um, sorry. I forgot! I was just so excited! Akaashi, please, just look at this letter!” He shoves the sheet of paper into his boyfriend’s face.

Akaashi leans down to read the page. He’s squinting badly at the words, and Bokuto reminds himself to ask Akaashi later if he’d finally called the optometrist.

“Is this a…” Akaashi grabs the paper, bringing it closer. His eyes scan it from top to bottom for a second time. “Bokuto, oh my god! Y-you got in!”

“Yeah!” Bokuto is practicing vibrating in place. “And it’s my first choice school, too! I did it ‘kaashi!”

Akaashi’s expression warms as he meet Bokuto’s gaze once again. “Of course you did. I always knew you could.”

Bokuto shrugs. “I mean, I was never that sure of my chances. Not like you were.” Akaashi’s cheeks redden a bit as Bokuto continues: “You always had so much faith in me! All those times you helped me study, being my vice captain, hanging out with me when no one else would. I, um, I couldn’t have done it without you.”

For a moment it’s silent. And then, a delighted laugh tumbles out of Akaashi as he launches forward, throwing his arms around Bokuto’s neck.

Bokuto nearly pitches backward from the force before finding his footing and wrapping his own arms around Akaashi’s waist.

“I am so proud of you,” Akaashi breaths, planting a quick kiss on his cheek. “You’re amazing.”

Bokuto puffs out his chest slightly. “Yeah! I am, aren’t I?” He grins, and leans down to capture his boyfriend’s lips.

However, it’s not long before Akaashi is pushing back with a frown on his face. “Wait, have you not even told your mom, or sisters yet?”

Bokuto chuckles, blushing slightly. “Um, no. I was just too excited, so I had to run here immediately.”

Sighing, Akaashi shakes his head. “You’re ridiculous.”

They make their way to the living room, cuddling up on the couch with cups of tea. The weather outside has worsened, dark clouds now streaking over the city, and Akaashi suggests that Bokuto stay until it clears up. Of course Bokuto agrees. They’ve only been dating for a month, and Bokuto doesn’t have long until graduation, so any time they can spend together is precious.

They’re halfway through an episode of an anime when Bokuto remembers something else.

“Oh!” He gasps, turning to his boyfriend in a thrill. “Did I tell you that Kuroo got into the school too?”

Akaashi’s eyes narrow suspiciously. “Yes. Kenma told me last week. Hang on, so that means…”

“The pact is in effect!” Bokuto exclaims, punching his fist towards the ceiling. “We promised we’d room together if we ended up at the same school! The prophecy has been fulfilled!”

“Oh my god,” Akaashi says, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You guys are going to get into so many shenanigans.”

“Yeah! Wait, what’s ‘shenanigans’ again, ‘kaashi?”

“Mischief. Misbehavior. General mayhem.”

“Aww, c’mon! We won’t be that bad. I promise we won’t set a fire or anything like that, okay?”

“That is NOT encouraging.”

And then bokuaka make out for three hours until Akaashi’s parents come home and they have to scramble apart awkwardly 😆 THE END

Thank you for reading! Please comment and reblog if you enjoyed. And thanks Furudate for telling us about college graduate Bokuto Koutarou 🥰

#bokuaka #bokuto koutarou #akaashi keiji #haikyuu!!#fanfiction #drabble #my writing

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shut-up256 · 4 months

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Understood?

genre: smut.

warnings: SMUTTTT!!!!! fingering (f!rec.), bondage, blindfolding, v*brat*r is used, unprotected shmex (PLEASE wrap b4 u tap 😭) cursing, felix teases reader

a/n: GIRLLLLL it’s has been A WHILE. i haven’t been doing good lately. got a random boost of motivation so here’s this, if anyone even reads 🤭🤭 THIS IS THE FINAL PART OF Understood? !! find the other 3 on my page 🫡

‼️this story in no way portrays any members of Stray Kids, or Stray Kids as a whole. the name Felix is used as a name of a fictional character.‼️

“Shit, y/n. You’re gonna take it, you don’t have a choice. Understood?”

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“Slut.” He said, mocking you. Felix’s fingers curled into your spot, over and over and over again. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, no thoughts able to be formed.

“C-Cum,” you gasped out. “G-Gonna cum!”

“Yeah? Y’gonna cum for me? How cute.”

He teased and taunted you, as his fingers pushed harder against your gummy walls. You started clenching, silently but powerfully telling him that you were literally on the edge. He curls his fingers into your sweet spot once more, and you fall —no—jump off the edge and spill onto his fingers. He slows the pace significantly, and watches your face as you come down.

“Mmmh~.. Fuck..” you whisper. He relishes in your fucked-out state. His fingers stop, and the hand that was harshly gripping your hip is now massaging your waist. You look up at him, and he pulls his fingers out of you, making you twitch and tense up.

“Relax, relax. And don’t get to comfortable, we aren’t done.”

You gulp in anticipation. Suddenly, he picks up your half-naked body, and hauls you over his shoulder, like you weigh nothing. Again, you underestimate his strength.

“Felix.?! Where are you taking me?”

“Where do you think i’m taking you? Where do people fuck?”

‘Fuck? FUCK? He’s going to fuck me???’ you think to yourself, feeling a nervous but excited feeling bubble up in your stomach, just under your belly button. You make it back to his bedroom, where he places you down with a soft bounce. He takes off your—his—shirt, then the shirt he’s wearing, and so on… soon you are both completely naked. Every second that passes, is another nerve being plucked from you. You don’t think you’ve ever been more nervous in your life. He stands over you, and stares down at you.

Then, he rounds the bed, making his way to his bedside table.

“W-What are you getting?” Your stutter was completely accidental, and you cringe after hearing yourself. He notices, but stays silent. He reaches into the drawer, and pulls out a three things.

A bullet vibrator, a blindfold, and a matching silk rope.

Your eyes widen, a mix of emotions and a thunder cloud of thoughts.

He approaches you, then gets in the bed, on his knees. He climbs over you, and bonds your hands to the headboard. Then, he blindfolds you. The last thing you see are his dark eyes, an evil smirk, and his rock-hard cock slapping against his abdomen.

Then everything goes black.

An enticing fear fills your body. You have never felt so exposed in your life. So sensitive. It feels as if every nerve is exposed for him to do whatever he wishes with.

You hear him crawl back down the bed, and then he spreads your legs.

Wide.

He smirks up at you again, not that you can see it, and flicks his tongue at your clit.

Your entire body jumps up, not expecting it. A choked moan involuntarily leaves your lips.

You hear him laugh. A low, teasing chuckle.

He spits on your cunt, and watches his spit mix with your slit. “Beautiful,” he whispers. Then, a switch is flipped and a low hum can be heard. He holds the vibrator on your clit with one hand, while the other holds your hips down.

A loud, pornographic slur of moans erupt from your throat. Your hips try and fail to buck up, so they squirm instead. Your legs scrunch up and try to get away from the intense stimulation. he presses down harder on your hips, and keeps the vibrator pressed to your puffy clit.

“F-Felix! Can’t- please!”

You beg, not even sure what you’re begging for. He watches your face, capturing every single reaction. He flips the switch to a higher setting, then turns it off completely.

You’re already out of breath.

He drops the vibrator and lets go of your hips, bringing both hands down to massage your inner thighs. He kisses you there, trying to relax you and bring you back down to him. “You’re okay, it’s not that bad.”

You relax a bit, thinking it’s done.

God, are you wrong.

This goes on for 20 more minutes, teasing you with the vibrator until you physically cannot take it anymore, then turning it off and shushing you.

Messy tears and loud moans fill the room, accompanied by an occasional chuckle or “shh” from Felix.

“Pl-Please.. Can’t-Can’t take anymore..!” Your brains are scrambled. Finally, he decides he’s had enough. He switches the vibrator off, stands, and grabs your legs, putting them on his shoulders. He sinks his—what must be—painfully erect dick into your sopping hole, slowly and agonizingly.

“Shit, y/n. You’re gonna take it, you don’t have a choice. Understood?”

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round up // AUGUST 23

Well, it’s been a month. In August, I…

Quit a job

Started a new job

Went to the emergency room for two unplanned surgeries to remove my gallbladder

Celebrated a birthday

Yeesh, I’m exhausted just thinking about it, though not nearly as exhausted as I was just after surgery. My recovery has been steady, but it’s also been slow, which means little victories have included eating solid food and going a full day without napping. With that energy level, you can bet how I spent my short waking hours: watching a lot of movies! (I also read two books—I had some time!) My viewing in the two weeks at the hospital and recovering at home was a combo of Turner Classic Movies’ annual Summer Under the Stars celebration (with 24 hours of programming dedicated to classic movie stars like Stella Stevens, Jackie Cooper, and Greer Garson) and of comfort food faves (including ‘90s action flicks, ��00s rom-coms, and…Mary Kate and Ashley movies). You can see everything I watched in those two weeks on Letterboxd because between the sleepiness and pain meds, I needed a way to remember what was going on. I’m not sure what it says about me, but the idea of staying overnight in the hospital for the first time became a lot easier once I realized their cable packaged included TCM…

It’s also been four years. Yes, August marks both my birthday and the birthday of these Round Ups. In the last four years, I’ve rounded up…

6 stage shows

10 museums

14 concerts and events

15 series of Saturday Night Live sketches

20 podcasts

21 books

46 musical selections

49 TV shows

52 collections of articles, social media fun, and new movie trailers

421 movies

Yes, I’m excited just thinking about all those Crowd and Critic selections, though my pace going forward will slow some. Going through so many life events in just a few weeks makes you take stock of how you’re spending your time and energy, and my motto is becoming, “If it ain’t easy, it better be worth it.” If I hate cooking, why do I make myself do it every week? And if writing a Round Up with 20 picks is challenging to squeeze in every month, then it’s time to make adjustments. Author Ingrid Fetell Lee summarized this philosophy well (and provided some practical suggestions) in her blog post “12 Ways to Be Gentle With Yourself” this month. In that spirit, Round Ups are becoming more exclusive as two Top Fives. Keep reading to see which movies, concert, book, album, and articles earned coveted this month's coveted spots...

August Crowd-Pleasers

1. Meg 2: The Trench (2023)

I could summarize the plot of this big dumb shark movie, but Bill Hader said it best on SNL:

Since the trailer surprisingly didn’t give most of the best moments away, I’ll remain coy and just say I spent a lot of Jason Statham’s newest charisma-fest laughing out loud. Crowd: 9/10 // Critic: 6.5/10

2. Jonas Brothers: The Tour

68 songs! 5 albums! 1 night! As I have recommended Jonas content no fewer than four times in the last 4 years of these Round Ups, you should not be surprised to see this here. Like in 2019, I turned into an embarrassing fangirl freak at this show, singing along with every single song (though finding I really need to beef up on few Happiness Begins tracks) and shaking my sister with excitement every 15 minutes. (I think she was vibrating at the same energy? It's also possible she's just learned it's better to smile and nod when I'm like this.) The boys’ showmanship and knack for shelling out bops do not disappoint.

3. Romantic Comedy by Curtis Sittenfeld (2023)

A jaded comedy writer (basically Tina Fey) for a late night sketch show (basically Saturday Night Live) discovers a spark with a singer-songwriter rock star hosting an episode (basically John Mayer). So yes…this is an extreme overlap of my interests. Like SNL, this novel does at times lean into saucier and cruder content than I prefer, but the descriptions of the TV show’s behind-the-scenes process and of the relationship between a celebrity and a normie felt so authentic I had to Google Sittenfeld to see if these were based on her own experiences. The best part? A third of the book is a series of email exchanges in the style of You’ve Got Mail. Again, I told you it’s an extreme Venn diagram of my interests!

4. You Are So Not Invited to My Bat Mitzvah (2023)

I mostly avoided Adam Sandler until 2020—somehow I’d only seen Happy Gilmore and Bedtime Stories before the pandemic. But since May of that year, I’ve watched 17 of them, and it’s time I finally just admit I’m an unironic fan of his, and now of his daughters, too! Bat Mitzvah is the update to Sixteen Candles we didn’t know we needed, and one of its pleasant surprises is Sandler is happy to stand back and watch his daughters shine (as Taylor Swift would say). His supporting role is the perfect choice for a comedy designed to launch his daughters’ Sunny and Sadie’s careers as leads, and Alison Peck’s sincere, funny script describes the pre-teen girl experience honestly. While there’s plenty of overlap with Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret., it’s not a rehash, which makes the pair a perfect double feature. Crowd: 8.5/10 // Critic: 7/10

5. The Rocketeer (1991)

This action-adventure lives in the world we only imagine 1940s Hollywood to be, one where you could date an Errol Flynn-esque movie star (Timothy Dalton) after he notices you on set, one where you could accidentally find a rocket designed by Howard Hughes, and one where Bonnie and Clyde-style drive-by shoot-outs are everyday occurrences. With Billy Campbell, Jennifer Connelly, Alan Arkin, and a dash of the spirit of Indiana Jones, my only regret is I didn’t watch this years ago. Crowd: 10/10 // Critic: 8/10

More August Crowd-Pleasers: Elvis goes gaga in Hawaii for Girls! Girls! Girls! (1962), a musical comedy both corny and winning; Arnold Schwarzenegger goes ham on militants who kidnap his daughter in Commando (1985), an action flick both corny and thrilling; Michael J. Fox is a former child star who discovers a future child star in the comedy Life With Mikey (1993), the kind of family movie we don’t get enough of today; Sally Hawkins tells the true story of an amateur historian who discovered the remains of The Lost King (2022) Richard III in a drama with a fantastical twist; Paramount+ continues to abuse my nostalgia, but I continue to let them because Carly and Freddie are finally together in the third (and best) season of the iCarly reboot; like every Muny production, Sister Act was a blast on stage

August Critic Picks

1. Carole-thon!

Fun fact: Every Carole Lombard movie I’ve watched since starting this Round Up has become a monthly recommendation—why stop now? Lombard was TCM’s star of the day on August 18th, and it only took one viewing to realize I wanted to marathon everything on my DVR. Most of these titles are short and sweet screwball rom-coms, which means you can knock out quite a few of these in just an afternoon:

No Man of Her Own (1932) - Lombard falls for a con man (real-life future husband Clark Gable)—could she be the one to set him straight?

The Gay Bride (1934) - Lombard marries a gangster for his money, but her true love might be his second-in-command

Lady by Choice (1934) - Burlesque dancer Lombard “adopts” a mother for some positive PR, but she ends up getting more than she bargained for

Hands Across the Table (1935) - Lombard is a manicurist seeking a rich husband, but Manic Pixie Dream Boy Fred MacMurray throws a wrench in that plan

The Princess Comes Across (1936) - Lombard is a con woman pretending to be a princess on an ocean liner, but her plans get tangled with another person's secrets (MacMurray)

True Confession (1937) - Lombard is a compulsive liar married to a compulsive truth-telling lawyer (MacMurray again) defending her for a murder she didn’t commit

Swing High, Swing Low (1937) - Lombard and MacMurry (for the last time) are musicians caught in a romantic, bi-continental melodrama

Fools for Scandal (1938) - The cutest little rom-com about a hotheaded American actress falling in love with an affable European fellow this side of Notting Hill!

In Name Only (1939) - Lombard and Cary Grant fight for their relationship even though his bitter wife won’t allow for a divorce

2. Executive Suite (1954)

1950s��Glengarry Glen Ross! William Holden, Barbara Stanwyck, June Allyson, Fredric March, Walter Pidgeon, and Shelley Winters vie for the seat at the head of the executive table when the president suddenly dies, and together they create a summum bonum of character dramas. Crowd: 8.5/10 // Critic: 9/10

3. No Secrets by Carly Simon (1972)

I know I’m the actual last person on Earth to realize the greatness of this album from a career that, among many accomplishments, paved the way for songwriters like Taylor Swift and Olivia Rodrigo. “You’re So Vain” is a banger with no less bite than 50 years ago, and the record is filled with gems start-to-finish.

4. Edge of Darkness (1943)

TCM’s August 5th star Errol Flynn and their August 28th star Ann Sheridan are fighting for their small fishing village, their families, and their love against brutal Nazi occupiers. I couldn't find comprehensive resources to clarify how much of this action-thriller is historically accurate (the novel it’s based on doesn’t even have a Wikipedia page!), but this gritty story of Norwegian resistance captures a similar spirit to some of the best World War II films, equal parts Indiana Jones and Casablanca. Crowd: 8.5/10 // Critic: 9/10

5. Good Reads

#BillionGirlSummer:

"It's #BillionGirlSummer: Taylor, Beyoncé and Barbie Made for One Epic Trifecta,” NPR.com (2023)

“Talking With ‘Swiftie Dads’ at a Taylor Swift Concert,” GQ.com (2023)

“Nearly 1 Out of 4 of ‘Barbie’ Viewers Hadn’t Gone to the Movies Since COVID,” IndieWire.com (2023)

Hollywood appears to be meeting a long-overdue reckoning:

“The Binge Purge,” vulture.com (2023)

"Anonymous Strike Diary: ‘Our Souls Were Cracking … but Then the AMPTP F***ed Up,’” HollywoodReporter.com (2023)

“Orange Is the New Black Signalled the Rot Inside the Streaming Economy,” NewYorker.com (2023)

“Mandy Moore Says She Once Got a Check for a Penny for This Is Us Streaming Residuals,” HollywoodReporter.com (2023)

“David Zaslav, Hollywood Antihero,” NewYorker.com (2023)

Film history and criticism:

“The 100 Best Movies of the Past 10 Decades,” TIME.com (2023)

“The Fate of the Critic in the Clickbait Age,” NewYorker.com (2017)

“The Instrumentalist,” NYBooks.com (2022)

“The Bradley Cooper “Jewface” Controversy Isn’t Really About That Nose,” slate.com (2023)

And a grab bag of worthwhile thoughts, interviews, and news:

“Reese Witherspoon Is Starting a New Chapter,” HarpersBazaar.com (2023)

“To Help Cool a Hot Planet, the Whitest of White Coats,” NYTimes.com (2023)

“Beyoncé, Tumblr, and ‘Harlem Shake’: Revisiting Pop’s Most Pivotal Year,” TheDailyBeast.com (2023)

“Elon Musk’s Shadow Rule,” NewYorker.com (2023)

“Why You Rarely Believe Celebrity Apologies on Social Media,” BBC.com (2023)

More August Critic Picks: The kid-and-his-dog dramedy about one of the goodest doggos who ever did live, Tough Guy (1936), hits you right in the heart; Errol Flynn thrills again in a search for sunken treasure that might claim his soul in Mara Maru (1952)

Also in August…

The world’s slowest Best Picture Project continues with 1942’s Mrs. Miniver, a genuinely moving piece of war propaganda. Read my Crowd and Critic reviews.

Until September wraps, you can follow what I’m watching creating lists for on Letterboxd. In August, I updated my rankings of 2023 product movie rankings and Christopher Nolan films by Dead Wife Energy, and I also found some weird overlaps between the August releases Blue Beetle and Meg 2 (warning: spoilers!).

Photo credits: Jonas Brothers, Romantic Comedy, Carly Simon, Good Reads. All others IMDb.com.

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After a long, jam-packed project day at work, Anakin slowly shuffles home, feeling like he can barely stand up on his own. Watto had asked the previous day if he could come early, so he did. He just… didn’t expect to also have to stay late. So what is usually an eight or nine hour work day for him had suddenly become ten… pushing eleven… until he was able to go home.

“Ani?” Shmi stands as he approaches, pulling her cover over herself tighter, “Ani I was worried to death-“

“I’m sorry ma,” he says softly. “Watto needed me to stay. We’re a bit behind.” He shuffles inside with her. “You shouldn’t have waited up… it’s late and very cold- and dangerous.”

“I know,” Shmi nods a little. “But… but something came from Lili today. And I was too excited to sleep without you seeing it.”

Anakin straightens, a sudden burst of energy zapping through him. “Lili sent something?”

“Yes- it’s here on the kitchen table.” She hurriedly brings him over, patting the large box. “It is very heavy…”

“Oh my gods…” he grabs a box cutter and carefully cuts the box open, his eyes widening at how packed it is. “I- I thought- maybe she found someone else,” he murmurs, grabbing the letter addressed to him.

He quickly starts to read, tearing up even at your very first sentence.

“She- she wants to come get me,” he whispers, “to free me. She sent presents for all of us- even for you, ma. Look.” He digs through the box until he finds hers, grinning as they open it together. “Oh it’ll look beautiful on you. Oh it’s two things! A shawl and a dress!”

Shmi holds the dress against her body, positively beaming. “It is beautiful Ani… what a wonderful, thoughtful gift- we must write back to her when we’re done giving everything away. Have the boys over tomorrow, we can give them their things!”

Anakin nods his agreement, politely excusing himself to his room with all of the items and your letter to finish reading it in privacy.

You didn’t forget him. You didn’t move on. He was worried about that for so long. He’d never tell you, of course, but that’s the biggest relief of his entire life.

After a week of enjoying the presents with his friends and taking photo after photo with Voran’s gorgeous new camera, he manages to send you a letter back, on the pretty stationary, the envelope stuffed with photos.

Lili,

I am sorry about my bad handwriting. It’s been a long week and my hands are cramped so often now. I think I will need Voran to help me relieve the aches, he’s the only one who knows how.

You’ve written to me again… it’s been so long. I’m terribly excited to hear from you, my love. Congratulations on your promotion. It sounds like a big job but I know you can handle it. You are strong and smart and so brave.

Thank you for our gifts. I don’t know where to even start. Mom wore her dress several nights ago to our little bonfire, the boys all made her feel really good about it. She looked beautiful. I added a picture in this thing. An envelope, I think it’s called. Mom and I weren’t sure but Voran said envelope so we took his word for it.

I still work on droids. But I have also had to work on lots of ships lately. There was some sort of fight over the planet a month ago and every one of them who lived wants us to fix their ships. Watto bragged about me and so they chose me. I am… thankful, and the extra money will be nice. But I am very tired. Droids are still my favorites.

My birthday was last week, which I’m sure you know because you sent the cake mix and torch candle things. We had a very fun party and the cake was delicious. Voran got a sugar rush and was vibrating the whole evening. Haha. I got a picture of him grinning very big and his pupils were really crazy because of the sugar.

Voran and Kit insisted on doing a photo shoot with me because you did not have many pictures… so there are a lot of me in here, I think. I hope you like them. And yea, I did grow my hair out a little more. I think the curls look really nice, the only problem is I use more shampoo which costs more. But mom says it is worth it.

She has met someone. I think she may like him. Or love him even. I don’t know how I feel about him yet but he seems kind. He is a moisture farmer and has a son. The son is quiet. Sort of grumpy sometimes. But he is kind too.

Please know I love and miss you so much. I wish I could have hugged you when I got your package.

I am always thinking of you.

I am always yours. Even when the suns burn out and the galaxy starts to crumble. I am yours.

I love you endlessly. Please write to me again.

- Your Ani

A week after he sends the letter, Ben comes home from his Temple duties, having grabbed the mail on his way.

“Darling?” He calls, “there’s a letter for you. Looks like it’s from Tatooine.”

I straighten a little and hurry over, quickly plucking it out of his hands, “thank you for grabbing it. How was your classes?” I put my letter in my robe.

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Bring Me Back

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Filming “Cherry” had its ups and downs for Tom. When filming finally takes its toll on him, you’re there to instantly bring him back from the world of Cherry.

Warnings: Mentions of drug abuse, PTSD, murder. A smidge of smut.

A/n: In honor of the Cherry🍒 trailer dropping, I decided to write this!

(GIF creds: @atealiers )

Any kind of project was a blessing to Tom. He loved being an actor. He was fond of telling stories through the big screen and got a kick from portraying many different characters. Acting was something he felt passionate about, it was his craft and he was very dedicated when it came to becoming his roles. Cherry was quite different from the other movies he’s been in. It was dark and contained many subjects like drug addiction, PTSD, and crime. The world of Cherry was something Tom was not used to; it was twisted. He hasn’t been exposed to things like drugs or the events that Nico Walker had been through. Which was why he was hesitant to take on the role of Cherry.

When the Russo Brothers approached him with the idea, he was excited. He was getting the opportunity to tell another story and would explore the world of a new character. Though the more he looked into it, he realized that maybe he wasn’t up for the role. Was he really ready to dive into the dark and traumatizing life of Nico Walker? As an actor, he was willing to take the job, it would give him an opportunity to expand his career and would possibly be one of his best work. As Tom, he wasn’t sure if he could handle learning or re-enacting the events that occurred in Cherry. But Tom did like a challenge, which was why he ended up agreeing to become Cherry.

He prepared himself mentally and physically pre- production. For research, he interviewed army veterans and former drug addicts to get an idea of what it was like to be in those positions. To get the look of Cherry, he did a variety of things. For example, going on a diet and losing weight, then gaining said weight again once they had to shoot the army scenes. Another thing he did was shave off the gorgeous brown curls that adorned his head. At first you weren’t too happy with his change in hairstyle, but later on you found yourself running your hands along the short strands of hair, loving the fuzzy feeling it gave your palms.

After the interviews and hearing others’ experience, Tom felt a level of responsibility to tell the story of millions of people around the world. Not only was it telling the story of Nico, but of other army veterans who suffered from PTSD and people who’ve had drug addictions. He was fully on board now and there was no looking back. He was going to push himself to the limit and to places he’s never been before.

Filming was tough. There were scenes he had to do that were so unlike him, that felt wrong, and sometimes he just had to take a step back. They didn’t feel right, but it was nothing he couldn’t handle. This was his job, if he wanted this movie to be the best that it can, he was going to commit. Thankfully, he was working with the Russos, who he’s known for a while now. He was familiar with the two and they were patient with him, giving him the time to regain himself before shooting an intense scene. The cast and crew were very understanding as well, creating a safe space for him on set. Having Harry along with him helped as well, the familiarity of his brother kept him grounded and avoided him from falling into the void of Cherry. Though he had all these supportive people around him, there was only one person who could calm him down when things got suffocating on set. The only person he wanted to be in Cleveland with him but wasn’t. You. Since you had your own life and job, you were unable to fly out to Cleveland with him. Instead you stayed at your shared home with Tessa as company. All he needed was you when he felt the affects of Cherry caging in on him. Just the sound of your comforting voice over the phone could clear his head and make him breath again.

He had his bad days on set, where he would have to take a moment and hide in his trailer for a few minutes. During those few minutes he liked to be alone as he waited for you to answer your phone. The line would ring, it’d stop, then the sound of your sweet voice would be the only thing he’d hear. Sometimes you didn’t answer the first time, but nonetheless you answered eventually. It wasn’t the same as having you with him in person, you had your responsibilities, and he understood that. He just wished that one day you’d come to Cleveland. He wanted to be in your arms, stuff his face into your neck, breath in your familiar scent, he just wanted to feel you. You were his home. His safe haven. And it was all he wanted right now.

•

Glancing at your phone, you wondered why Tom hasn’t texted you yet. Not that you were itching for him to text you, but because around this time he would be blowing up your phone telling you things that happened during filming or how his day was going. You decided that filming probably went into overtime making him busy during his break. You shrug to yourself and continue working on your laptop.

You hear the sound of Tessa’s nails clicking against the floors as she enters the office of your home. You greet her with a smile as she settles herself beside your legs.

“Is it dinner time already, Tess?” You scratch her head as you glance at the time on your screen. It was currently nine at night, a bit late for dinner, but you haven’t noticed.

“Just give me five more minutes and I’ll get us dinner. How does that sound, love?” A somewhat sound of approval emits from Tessa. You get back to work, fingers typing away as you finish off the last of your work.

You finish in four minutes, finally satisfied with your work. You let out a content sigh and turn your laptop off. When you get up you stretch and let your bones crack after being in the same position for hours. Tessa joins you, stretching out her front paws then shaking her body out. You chuckle as you lead the way to the kitchen. Taking the scoop for Tessa’s kibble, you fill her bowl up, causing the dog to look up in curiosity. Once you placed the bowl down, her tail wagged wildly as she stuffed her face into her food.

You decided on going for something simple, ramen noodles. You were too tired too cook anything and ramen noodles were the quickest thing to cook in your pantry. While you waited for the noodles to heat up you checked your phone. You went through your notifications, but there were still no texts from Tom. Though you were concerned, you assumed that they had a long shooting day, making him too busy to text.

Hi love! I hope you’re doing well in Cleveland. I know you’re probably busy, but hopefully filming isn’t tiring you out too much. Have an amazing day! Don’t forget to drink some water from time to time and eat :) Tess and I miss you and love you so much! Talk soon xxx

You send the text with a smile. He won’t read it till he was free or done with filming, but you knew he’d see the message while you were asleep.

The microwave beeps, letting you know that your food was done. You end your night catching up on episodes of New Girl and eating soup. When you were done you did your nightly routine and settled in bed. You turn the lights off and snuggled under the warm sheets.

“Night Tessa.” You whisper to her. A huff comes out of her as she makes herself comfortable on the foot of your bed. When the both of you were settled, you slowly drifted off to sleep.

Buzz

The harsh vibrations of your phone shook you awake. Desperate for sleep, you blindly grab your phone and turn it off. Silence fills the room again as you turn around to stuff your face into Tom’s pillow. You were slowly drifting back to sleep when your phone began to vibrate again. With a groan you stretch back and snatch for phone off the night stand. You don’t bother looking at the caller id.

“Hello?” Your voice rasps out.

“Thank God you answered.” The person on the other line said. “I know you’re busy, but how soon can you visit Cleveland?” The deep voice was belonged to Harry.

“Uh—I’m not too sure, I’ll need to check in with my boss.” You reply. When you start feeling more awake you become curious as to why Harry can be calling you. “Why? Is everything ok? How’s Tom? I haven’t heard from him all day.”

The younger Holland sighs. He takes a moment to answer your questions making you suffer in silence, wondering what could have happened to your boyfriend. “Um, they’ve been shooting some intense scenes lately. Tom’s been trying his best but everyone’s noticed that he’s been a bit different.”

You sit up in bed feeling more awake. “What do you mean by different, Haz?”

“Well he’s snapped at the Russos quite a few times. There was this one scene, that they shot multiple times, and Tom would just break down after every one. (Y/n), I’m concerned for my brother, I don’t know what else to do. He’s locked himself in his room after every shoot. A—and I don’t know. I’ve tried to tell him that he can talk to me but he wouldn’t.” Harry explained, his voice croaked. You heart felt heavy for him. Harry was always there for his older brother, so to see him feel so helpless made you feel sorry.

“Haz, calm down, you know how your brother can get. How long has this been happening?”

Harry sniffed over the phone, “About a few weeks now. It’s only started becoming worse last week and now.”

The concern you felt for Tom grew. From what he’s been texting you, filming had been going great. He appeared happy on your FaceTime calls and sounded like his usual self. But maybe he actually wasn’t.

“Harry everything’s gonna be fine, alright?” You assure him. “I’ll call my boss first thing in the morning and when I get the ‘ok’ to leave I’ll get the first flight out to Cleveland. How’s that sound?”

“It sounds good. Can you tell me if you can make it? I’ll have someone come with me to pick you up at the airport.” His voice is quiet, almost muffled.

“Yeah I will, don’t worry.”

“Ok, thank you (y/n).” A small smile forms on your lips. You rub the sleep out your eyes as you glance at your closet. “Alright Haz, I’m gonna go now. But if there’s anything else, just text me or call.”

“I know, stay safe (y/n).” You bid him goodbye and place your phone on the empty space beside your side of the bed. Tom’s side of the bed. You bite your lip in thought as you worry about your boyfriend. You knew he was doing almost everything he can to make sure the movie came out perfect. If that meant shredding himself emotionally and physically, he was going to do it. Tom was dedicated to his work, but he’s never done anything close to Cherry, making you worried about the thoughts that could possibly be going through your lover’s head.

Tessa, who’s now woken up, waddles closer to you, sensing your uneasiness. You appreciate the dog’s gesture and pull her into your side, resting your chin on her head. You were basically sleepless the whole night. Although you haven’t emailed your boss yet, you already had a suitcase packed of your clothes. Your passport and other important belongings were already in a bag, ready to leave London.

The morning had been hectic. You’ve managed to get two hours of sleep, waking up at six in the morning. Still in bed, you sent your boss an email about a family emergency and how you needed to be out of the country for at least a week. As if the gods above knew of your situation, your boss willingly let you go, no questions asked and gave you well wishes. With that out the way, you scowered the Internet for flights to Cleveland. Luck was on your side that morning because you’ve booked a flight that took off in the afternoon. With your bags packed, you drove to Nikki and Dom’s to drop off Tessa.

Now all checked in, you were at Heathrow Airport waiting to be called for your flight. You were sat at your gate, with an iced coffee and a croissant from Starbucks, texting Harry. The two of you were discussing the time you’d arrive and how he’d pick you up. When you were both in agreement, you two decided to catch up. He had been in Tom’s trailer eating his breakfast. An hour passes and you were being called to board the plane.

You settle in your seat, but your leg bounced in anticipation. After the things Harry told you, you just wanted to have your boyfriend in your arms. You knew everything was probably getting to his head, all you wanted to do was hold him and tell him that he was going to be ok. As the plane began to take off, your lack of sleep caught up on you. Throughout the whole flight, you slept soundly, the worries of Tom subsiding for the time being.

~🛬~

The plane lands in Cleveland safely. It was night when you arrived. With your bags, you looked around the airport for a familiar curly haired boy. Harry waves wildly at you before running and pulling you into a tight hug. You laugh wrapping your arms around the slender boy.

“How’s your day been, Haz?” You ruffle his hair as he rolls your suitcase to the parking lot. He shrugs, “The usual. Was on set with Tom, ran around and got things for him, nothing much happened honestly. But you’re here now, so this is the highlight of my night.”

The two of you approach a black car with a driver inside, Harry motions for him to unlock the trunk. He lifts your case in before the two of you get into the backseat.

“How was your flight?” Harry asks you. The car began to move, exiting the airport and entering the highway.

“I slept through all of it, I don’t remember a thing about the flight besides getting on and off it.” You chuckle, leaning your head back against the headrest.

Harry nudges your shoulder, “Thanks for coming out with such short notice.” You wave him off. “It’s no worries, anything for my boys.”

The car is quiet, the only sounds that could be heard is the car’s wheels against the pavement. You turn to Harry, “How was he today?”

“He was pretty good in the morning.” Harry started. “Then filming started and he would grow frustrated after a few scenes. His temper’s been short. He snapped at me during lunch, which is normal, but I just asked him if he wanted some water. He broke down after a certain scene today, I tried talking to him but he still wouldn’t open up about it.” Tom wasn’t too open about his feelings sometimes. He struggled to voice them at times making all his frustrations and feelings bottled up in his head.

Half an hour later and you guys arrive at Tom’s rented home in Atlanta. As soon as you opened the door, you felt the heavy atmosphere. It was somber and tense, the chilliness of the weather also felt inside the house. Harry gestures up the stairs, “Don’t worry, go see him. His room is the first door on the left.”

You quietly thank him and climb up the stairs. You find his door, taking a deep breath before knocking. You hear some shuffling behind the door, “Harry I’m fine! Leave me alone!” His voice was deep, a bit scratchy. You frown at the door.

“Tom?” The room falls quiet. Suddenly you hear fumbling and the sound of heavy footsteps behind the door. The door opens and you finally see him. He was dressed in a large shirt with sweatpants. He looked tired, dark circles under his eyes, eyes glassy, and chapped lips.

“(Y/n)? You’re here?” He asks you in disbelief. A tight lipped grin forms on your lips.

“Yeah, Har—“ You were going to explain how you got there but he immediately threw himself at you. His arms wrap tightly around your figure, his head dipped into your neck, pulling your closer into him. One of your arms go around his neck while the other rubs his back soothingly. A whimper bubbles out of him, his shoulders beginning to shake. You managed to shuffle the both of you back into his room, closing the door behind you.

“You’re ok.” You whisper into his ear, pressing a kiss to the side of his neck. His grip around you never falters. Though he was much taller than you, he seemed so small at the moment. His body drowned in the shirt he wore, making him look thinner. You feel tears soaking into your shirt, making your heart clench in pain. You rest your forehead against his shoulder, holding and whispering sweet nothings into his ear until he was ready to speak.

A few minutes pass until his removes his head from your neck. You frown at his tear stained face, his eyes and cheeks red from quietly sobbing into your shoulder. Your hands cup his face, wiping the trails of tears on his cheeks. Tom leans closer to your touch, his eyes shut while his lips kiss your palm.

“I’m sorry, you’re probably tired from the flight.” He apologizes but you shake your head. You lead him to his bed and sit against the headboard. Tom follows in suit, desperately trying to get closer to you. His arms wrap around your torso, his head rests on your chest, while your legs tangle themselves together.

“I’ve had plenty of sleep on the flight, how are you?” Your lips are against his short hair from holding him so close. You nails scratch softly at his hair, calming him down.

“I don’t know if I could finish it.” He quietly admits. He shakes his head at himself.

“Why’s that, Tom?” Your boyfriend takes a deep breath as he sits up, removing himself from your touch. He sits across from you with legs crossed as he holds his head in his hands.

“I—I, it’s too much. There’s so much fucked up things he’s done. And all the things he’s seen. I just—sometimes I feel like it’s me who’s committed all of those things. When we shoot the scenes in the war and when I had to do drugs and rob banks, I felt like I lost myself—“ He cries interrupting himself to take a breath in. Compared to your fingers that ran gently through his hair, his clawed at his head. His palms rub harshly at his face, turning his skin a bright tint of red. To see Tom in such pain made you sad. You hated seeing him like this.

You gently remove his hands from scratching at his face and hold them in his lap. He stares down at your hands, clinging onto them as if his life depended on it. “I get lost in the character sometimes and I have to pull myself out of it to bring me back. But it keeps on happening over and over again. Then the Russos kept telling me to reshoot the scene more like Cherry, and I lost it and yelled at them.” You feel his tears fall to your your hands, making tears well up in your own eyes. You shuffle closer to him and kiss his forehead before pulling him into you. You stay quiet, letting him get whatever he wanted to get out.

Tom’s face is against your shoulder again. He sniffs before continuing, “It’s like everyday I find something he and I have in common. Then I think that maybe I’m turning into him. I don’t want him to be part of me. (Y/n), I don’t want to be him, I don’t want to do the things he’s done.” He sobs into your shoulder. Your heart breaks at how broken he sounded. His shoulders shook again, his back burning up with tension. A few tears made it’s way down your cheeks as you pulled his face away from you.

“Look at me.” You urged him. His jaw clenched, still looking down at his lap. He shook his head in response. “Tom, please. Look at me.” Your voice cracks. He slowly tilts his head up, your eyes connecting. He didn’t have that twinkle in his eyes, it’s like they’ve lost the light in them. Instead they were dark, like there was no life behind them. There was a mix of sadness, confusion, and even fear in his eyes.

You sadly smiled at him, cupping his face with your hands. “You’re not going to be him. You never will. You’re Tom. You are nothing close to Nico or Cherry. You are the sweetest man I have known in the world, you wouldn’t even hurt a damn fly. You’re not him. I know you aren’t. You wouldn’t do the things he’s ever done even if you were forced to. I know you Tom, I assure you, you’re nothing like him.” Tom hiccups, gripping onto your wrists.

“When this is all over and you’re done filming, we can forget about him. We won’t even mention him.” You assure him, stroking his cheeks.

“What if—,” You cut him off.

“No, there’s no what if’s. You’re going to be fine Tom. You’re surrounded by people who love you and will make you realize that you’re nothing even near him. You are the kindest man ever, you love your family, you care about your fans, and your brothers. You’re busy always taking care of everyone else, I think it’s time you take care of yourself, love.” You tell him. A small smile is on your face but it falters, “You don’t have to go through this alone, Tom.”

Tom takes a shaky breath in. “You’ll be there right?” He asks like a child making sure his mother will be there when he wakes up. “You’ll be there with me to bring me back?”

Your thumb smooths the crinkle between his brows, “I always will. I promise.” He nods and pulls you into him. You climb onto his lap and settle on his legs. He stares up at you, one of his his hands supporting your back, the other pressed against your cheek. “Thank you. I missed you so much. I’m sorry for not texting, everything’s just been so taxing mentally and physically.”

“No, don’t worry I get it.” You turn your face to press a light kiss on his palm. For the first time since you’ve seen him, Tom managed to crack a smile on his lips. He moves some strands of hair away from your face before resting his large hand on the back of your head. “I love you. I love you so much, (y/n).”

“I love you too, Tom.” You whisper against his lips. He takes that as a sign to finally crash your lips together. After months being apart, the feeling of his lips against yours felt like coming home. The kiss was desperate, like it was the air you both breathed. Tom had been longing for your touch, he craved you every second of the day, whether it be sexually or just missing you. The kiss grew rough, your teeth clashing, tongues poking and gliding against each other.

Tom lays you down on the bed, hovering over you. His hands grab and stroke at your body, trying to pull off your clothes to get close to your skin. He suddenly pulls away from your lips. “I need you. Please, I need you.” He almost begs you. Panting, you nod and push him to lay on his back. “Ok, let me take care of you, Tommy.”

He yanks his shirt off, throwing it to the side. You do the same, leaning down to meet his lips again. You kiss your way along his jaw and down to his neck. When you find that certain spot, he lets out a throaty groan, head falling back against the pillows. You run your nails along his chiseled abs and slightly roll your hips against his growing length. Tom grunts, hands instantly connecting to your ass and gripping onto your cheeks. He helps you roll your hips more, deeper with more friction against you two.

“Mm, Tom. I missed you.” You moan against his neck. You bite down and soothe the spot with your tongue after.

Tom looks down at you, lifting his hips to meet your clothes pussy. “Fucking miss you so much. You have no idea how much I’ve been dreaming of being buried in you again.” You kiss your way down his chest, but Tom stops you. His hands grab onto your leggings and slide them off.

“N-no foreplay. I need to feel you.” He stutters out, mouth agape. You nod in agreement and take his sweatpants off along with his boxers. You spit in your hand, running your hand along his dick to give it some wetness. Tom helps you lift yourself over him and guides your hips down his erected cock. You let out a combination of a sigh and moan as your walls envelop and stretch around him. Tom slightly sits up against the headboard, your tightness wrapping around him. He lets out a cry of relief, your walls around him feeding his cravings. You use his shoulders as leverage to pull yourself up but Tom stops you.

“What’s wrong?” You eye him cautiously. Tom shakes his head, “Nothing’s wrong. I just—can we stay like this for a while? I just want to feel you, please?”

“Yeah, we can do that.” You send him a reassuring smile as you settle back down on him. His hands make themselves comfortable around your waist. You maneuver your arms under his and wrap them around his back. Tom smiles at you, rubbing your back and guiding you into his chest. Before you can nuzzle your face into his neck, he presses a kiss to your temple and lets his fingers get tangled in your hair.

With his eyes closed in bliss, he whispers, “Thank you for bringing me back. I love you.”

You kiss his collarbone basking in the feeling him being so close to you. “I’ll always be here. I love you too.”

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The Scarlet Witch Prophecy - The Second Year

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Summary: As the youngest daughter of Howard Stark, you have ordinary expectations for your years at Hogwarts. Little do you know what adventures await you when your destiny is intertwined with the legendary Scarlet Witch.

Warnings: +16. Adaptation of the Harry Potter Saga, Magical Thematic, Prophecies, Mentions of Violence, Torture and dark magic, Language (swearing and minor/major offenses), manipulation of will, Underage kissing, insinuation of smut with minors, Smut (overage), descriptions of death, aggression, obscurity, angst, fluffy, soulmates analogies.

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//-//

You missed the train in your second year.

You and Tony overslept after staying up late watching a television series, and Jarvis mentioned that he had to pick up some packages from your father at the Ministry of Magic, so he wasn't home to wake you up or take you two to the station.

It was already half past eleven when you both woke up.

"You lost your mind." You said to your brother as you watched him put your school luggage into the trunk of the muggle car your father had bewitched. Tony laughed, ignoring your protests.

"We can drive there, and then I'll charm the car to come back. No one will know."

"We could wait for Jarvis to come back too." You retort but Tony denies it.

"Jarvis will be at Mystery all day, you know how bureaucratic these orders from daddy are." He argues. "Come on, it'll be all right."

Things were not all right.

Tony couldn't control the car after you guys arrived on the Hogwarts grounds, since the magical barrier destabilized the entire muggle structure of the vehicle.

"That shouldn't happen." He grumbled as the car began to vibrate and its image became almost frosted before it returned to normal.

"Tony, we're falling." You said, and your brother tried to pull the steering up, but the car did not obey.

A loud noise later, and you two landed hard against a tall tree. The Whomping Willow.

"I should have known that the Starks would think they can do anything in this school." Said Professor Erik Lehnsherr as soon as you were rescued from the top of the Willow, and taken to Principal Harkness' office.

"We're sorry, Professor Lehnsherr" You asked while your brother just clenched his jaw at the provocation. You nudged him in the ribs and he crossed his arms, apologizing afterwards.

"Sorry I'm late Erik, we're having some problems in the greenhouses" Principal Harkness said as she entered the room, she smiled at you and your brother, her posture was friendly and good humored, very different from the other man in front of you. "What was the immeasurable problem that you mentioned?" she scoffed lightly and Erik cleared his throat before speaking.

"The Stark siblings arrived at the castle in a magically enchanted muggle car, Headmistress." He narrated and Agatha blinked in surprise. "They broke at least three hundred laws of the institute of International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy, and on top of that, they caused the damage to the Whomping Willow, which has been at the school since before they were born!"

"Wow, that's pretty serious." Commented the teacher, and Erik frowns in surprise at her tone. "Tell me, what spell did you use?"

Tony blinked in confusion, the principal was not angry. She was just curious. Before he could answer, however, Professor Erik let out an exclamation.

"Agatha, they broke the law and..."

"Are you the principal, Erik?"

"I... No, but..."

"That's what I thought." She interrupts with a sharp smile. "Give them some punishment, I don't know, a month's detention, those things we do here."

"Agatha, I think..."

"That's all, Erik, thank you."

Professor Lehnsherr looked as shocked as you. The principal waved with a smile at you as you left the room in company with the professor.

"Starting tomorrow, boy, you will be in detention with me every day." Announced Erik sternly to his brother. "And you, girl, I will discuss the conditions of your punishment with the head of your house and you can be sure I will tell him everything that happened in that garden."

You and Tony swallowed dryly, intimidated by the menacing posture of the adult in front of you.

"To your dorms immediately." He ordered, and you walked side by side to the stairwell.

//-//

"I can't believe you did that!" Gamora impressedly remarked as soon as you joined her at the Slytherin table the next day, Nebula and Mantis by her side.

"Everyone is talking about it now." Nebula added as she ate some cereal. You felt your cheeks heat up as you looked around. There really were curious looks being cast at you.

"It was an accident." You said. "The car wasn't supposed to break down."

"It was dangerous and irresponsible." Rebutted Nebula without looking at you. "Typically Gryffindor, so my opinion is that you are walking around with Quill too much."

You rolled your eyes, laughing lightly.

"Hey, soon I'm going to start thinking you're from Slytherin, punk." Announced Tony as he approached the table, Steve and Bucky behind them.

"You wish." You teased lightly. Noticing the quidditch uniforms, you bit the inside of your cheek. "Do you have practice now?"

"No, we' re just going to play a little bit." He says. "There's really nothing to improve here."

Steve and Bucky laugh at Tony's cocky statement, and you roll your eyes, smiling a little.

"You're so full of yourself, aren't you, Tony?" Steve says afterwards.

" That''s just facts." He retorts, reaching out to steal one of your toasts. "See you later, kid."

After they leave, Gamora looks at you.

"Did you tell him you're going to try out for the team?"

"No." You reply with a chuckle. "I want it to be a surprise."

//-//

The following week, tryouts for the quidditch team were being held at the stadium, and all the team captains, including the Flight teacher, James Rhodes, were present.

He arranged the students in rows, and when Steve Rogers saw you he smiled encouragingly, waving. Tony walked over to you, equally excited.

"Pesty, why didn't you tell me you were going to take the test?" He asked as he hugged you quickly, and you felt your cheeks heat up as your classmates looked at you two with curiosity.

"It was a surprise." You retorted smiling and Tony messed up your hair before walking back with the other captains.

"We'll start with trios among everyone, and then separate you by houses." Announced Professor Rhodes with a smile. "Good luck everyone."

Your first trio were two students from Gryffindor that you didn't know. You would have liked to have taken the test with Peter, but he took the test with Pietro Maximoff, who had a wicked grin on his face, and almost knocked Peter off his broomstick when they were flying together. You grimaced angrily, and Wanda Maximoff glared back at you, as if daring you to do something against her brother. You rolled your eyes, and tried to pay attention to your own test.

"Hey, could you try to stop that bludger for me to throw?" Asked the short boy who was from the trio you were facing. He was from Hufflepuff, and his name was Peter Parker, but you actually never met him, and you only knew his name because the blond Ravenclaw girl in the stands was cheering him on.

"Sure, i got it." You said waiting for the bludger to arrive. You blinked in surprise when the object changed course in the air. The bludger wasn't going to mess up your test, or hit any of your friends, but on that course, it was going to hit Pietro right in the back. You sighed, hesitating. Then you shouted, "Yoy, Maximoff, look out!"

Pietro blinked in surprise at your warning, and managed to duck at the last second. You didn't look at him again.

Next, your partner was Peter Quill, thank goodness. He smiled charmingly at you riding beside him, and you nudged him slightly.

You were going up against two other students who looked older, but neither you nor Peter were intimidated.

"Come on brat, you don't want to embarrass your brother, do you?" taunted one of the boys as you prepared to hit back the bludger coming from Pietro's direction. You barely thought about it, and shot back, hitting the boy who had provoked you right in the chest.

He let out a sharp exclamation of pain, and fell backward. You blinked in fright, and dove in with the broom, grabbing him by the cape just moments before he hit the ground. You let go of him next, the boy had a pained expression as he massaged your chest. But he looked annoyed at you next.

"Pay attention to your surroundings." Said someone next to you. You looked up to notice Professor Rhodes looking at the two of you seriously. You swallowed dryly, flying away afterwards.

You made it to the Hufflepuff team. Your brother smiled contentedly, waving to you as he greeted Wanda, who also made the Slytherin team.

After the Quidditch tryouts, you had a few classes, and then your first detention.

You were going to help the elves with the castle services, and were almost glad to know that you didn't get the same detention as Tony: cleaning the greenhouse.

In the second week, one of the elves asked you to seek a special concoction from Professor Lehnsherr, so you walked to the potions room.

"I am so disappointed with you, girl." You heard a male voice say from inside the room, the door ajar. For some reason, you hesitated to enter. "I told you before, you can't lose control. That puts everything at risk."

"I'm sorry, papa." Mumbled a female voice, almost tearful. "It won't happen again."

You raised your hand to knock, not wanting to be nosy. But the door opened in front of you. Professor Erik Lehnsherr had his hand outstretched in the air, and you swallowed dryly, feeling your cheeks flush.

"What do you want?" he asked angrily and you shifted your weight between your feet, recognizing Wanda in the room.

"S-sorry to interrupt professor." You said. "I am looking for the cleansing potion for the elves. You know, for my detention."

Erik let out an impatient sigh.

"Maximoff, you can go." He said to Wanda. She nodded, ducking her head as she turned around. She glanced quickly at you as she left, but looked away when you stared back at her.

You left the room several minutes later. A package with several potions in it lay on your arm.

Whistling softly, you tried not to be intimidated by the dank, dimly lit corridors of the dungeon, but you were quite disturbed when you heard a noise.

You bit your lip, deciding if it was worth investigating. Leaving the package in the corner of the hallway, you drew your wand, walking toward the metallic sound.

As you turned the corner, you froze. A few meters ahead of you in the hallway was a troll. Metal chains on its hands and feet, the sound of them echoing down the hall.

But he was quiet, practically motionless. His reddened eyes sent shivers through your body.

You looked down and gasped.

Wanda had her arms raised in the air, and you saw her standing behind the creature, red magic escaping from her hands.

"W-what?" you found yourself whispering in confusion and then the monster's eyes flashed and he roared, the sound echoing loudly in the halls.

Wanda fell to her knees next, her hands returning to normal. You moved as the monster reacted again, enraged.

He was slow, so you dodged his attack easily, turning around. Before you could cast any spells however, there was a magic field around the monster.

"Return to your dormitories immediately, girls." Ordered Professor Lehnsherr with his wand raised. "I will control the creature." He was facing the troll, focused on his containment spell. You were annoyed because he didn't even look at his daughter.

You ran to Wanda, helping her to her feet. She blushed at the gesture, then thanked you. You took one last look at the monster before walking out into the hall.

"Hey, are you okay?" You asked once you and Wanda were alone.

"Yes, I... "She started and then widened her eyes, turning to you and pushing you by the shoulders. "You can't tell anyone what you saw!"

You frowned in confusion.

"Easy, there!" You exclaimed pushing her hands away, "You don't have to hit me."

Wanda sighed, running her hands through her hair.

"Just...please don't say anything to anyone." She ordered, in a much calmer tone now.

"Merlin, it's okay." You retorted putting your hands in your pockets. "I don't understand why you don't want to tell something this cool, but okay."

Wanda blinks in surprise.

"Cool?"

You smile shrugging your shoulders.

"Sure. You did magic without a wand, that's amazing."

Wanda looks after you for a moment, her cheeks reddening.

"Don't you think it's scary?" She asks and you frown.

"What, of course not!" you assure her. "You can make as many pranks as you want and no one will ever prove you did it."

Wanda smiles shyly at your joke, and then looks away.

"I promise I won't say anything, Wanda." You tell her and she sighs, nodding.

"Do you have any idea where the troll came from?

"No." She says. "I was walking back to my dorm, and I ran into him. There was no one else in the hallway."

You make an understanding noise with your mouth, not quite understanding how the creature escaped from the castle dungeons.

You walk in silence to the corridor leading to the Slytherin dormitory.

"Well, here we are... I'll see you tomorrow" You say half-heartedly. Wanda smiles as she waves goodbye and you walk back to your common room.

None of you notice the figure hidden between the shadows and the purple light around the walls.

//-//

You begin to notice new things after your short conversation with Wanda.

The way the students at school talk about her is one of these things.

In a single day, you hear at least ten cruel comments about how quiet, mysterious and scary Wanda was. A lot of people at school thought that she and Pietro were some kind of evil twins, because nobody ever saw their mother, and there were rumors that maybe Professor Erik Lehnsherr had made them in one of his cauldrons.

You didn't tell your friends what you saw that day, but you tried to bring up on the rumors you heard, and Gamora let out a giggle.

"People make a lot of things up here" she said while you were in pairs in Herbology class. "As far as I know, the Maximoff's mother is a muggle and that's why so many people in our house treat her that way."

You couldn't tell why these things were bothering you, since Wanda wasn't even your friend, but you guessed it was because you had always learned to hate the whole blood purity thing, since your father was a pureblood, but he married a muggle, and suffered a lot of hatred from the witch community that called him a blood traitor for years. You had a certain natural sympathy for Wanda now.

When Halloween came around, you ate too much candy, and your stomach hurt. All your friends were the same, and you decided to bet on a ghost race, a mixture of catch one, catch all and hide-and-seek through the castles.

You were being the ghost when you saw Peter Quill sneaking down one of the corridors, and you rushed to follow him, but then you heard a whistle, and you stumbled to hide quickly, and ended up falling on someone.

"Sor-Wanda!" You started to apologize but when you realized who you had bumped into, you exclaimed the witch's name awkwardly. "S- sorry" You hurried to say, feeling your face flush when you noticed her gaze on you. You stood up quickly, reaching out your hand to help her up. "Everything okay?"

"S-sure." She said smiling, and then she looked down. Your hands were still together and you quickly let go as soon as you noticed, feeling your face heat up.

"Err... you didn't see a Gryffindor boy walking by here did you?" You asked trying to lighten the mood, and looking around."I'm playing Ghost Race."

"This is a children game." She teased with a smile and you looked at her in surprise, blushing even more.

"I... I’m...."

"I'm just messing with you."

"Oh, right." You sigh laughing lightly as Wanda follows you. The sound of her laughter makes your stomach turn, and you don't understand why, so you clear your throat and say you needed to get back to your friends.

"See you around, Hufflepuff." She says as she says goodbye. You try to focus on finding Peter after that.

//-//

Quidditch is as fun as it is stressful.

You eventually discover that Steve Rogers was extremely competitive when playing against your brother.

Slytherin's game with Hufflepuff was scheduled in three weeks, and he was already making the whole team practice the rehearsed plays daily.

After another exhausting practice, you sighed as you flew toward the empty bleachers, four seats occupied only by your friends.

"Do you have to chew so loudly?" Complained Nebula to Peter Quill as he ate a piece of apple pie that he probably saved from lunch. The boy made a face, shrugging.

"I can't wait until we can go to Hogsmeade." Gamora commented a moment later. "We saw the third year kids go out last weekend, when you were playing explosive snap with all those older gang."

You smiled as you took off your Quidditch gloves.

"That "gang" are Tony's friends, Gamora." You explained and the girl shrugged, looking almost jealous that you had other friends, making you smile.

"That Romanoff is scary." Mantis added and your friends nodded, making you laugh.

"Natasha may seem threatening when you first meet her, but I assure you she is a sweetheart." You hit back and then steal one of the mini apple pies that Quill brought. "By the way, I wanted to invite you guys over for Christmas. Tony is calling all his friends."

Mantis and Quill seem excited about the invitation, but Nebula and Gamora exchange a look.

"Look, I'm happy with the invitation, I really am." Gamora began. "But we can't accept it."

You look at them with confusion, finding it amusing in the seriousness.

"Why not, girls?"

"It's just... Your family..." Gamora mumbles trying to find the right words.

"They are blood traitors." Nebula adds seriously. Quill and Mantis both widen their eyes, and Gamora lowers her gaze in shame. You feel your stomach turn in irritation.

"I beg your pardon?" you retort angrily, but Gamora puts her hand on her sister's forearm, asking her to shut up.

"We like you, Y/N, you are our friend." She says. "But our father, he would never allow us to go to Howard Stark's house, not after what he did."

You let out a short laugh.

"And what exactly he did?" you retort, already gathering your gloves and broom from the bench. "What a horrible crime to fall in love with someone isn't it?"

"Please, we didn't mean to upset you..." Gamora starts but you huff in irritation, riding the broom.

"I can't believe you were thinking that about me and my family all this time." You interrupted angrily, shaking your head in disbelief. You flew away the next moment, toward the ground, intending to return to the castle.

//-//

You hadn't talked to Gamora and Nebula for a week. It was weird eating at the Hufflepuff table again, but at least Mantis and Groot kept you company. Quill seemed torn about choosing a side, but you teased him that he could stay with his girlfriend without thinking that you would no longer be friends, and he turned red as he walked over to the Slytherin table for coffee.

At the weekend, the quarterfinal game of the Quidditch championship took place, and you could barely eat properly at breakfast in anticipation.

Mantis wasn't much into quidditch, but she dressed in your house colors and knitted a little yellow sweater for Groot as well.

"Ready to play with me, kid?" Teased Tony as soon as you stepped onto the field, the Slytherin team on the opposite side. You smiled confidently, nodding.

"Attention, players, I want a fair game." Warned Professor Rhodes, who was also the judge of the match. "Mount your brooms and ascend into the air please."

In the air, your gaze met Wanda's, and you smiled slightly, but she just glanced away, appearing upset. You didn't understand why, but you didn't really have time to ask.

And then the whistle for the start of the match sounded.

Being a beater was especially tricky on cloudy days, because you couldn't see the ball clearly with the dark background of the sky, but you had enchanted your glasses before you set up, so you were doing a decent job.

It was during the second half match that you almost died.

Loki Odinson was the seeker, and he was almost reaching for the golden snitch when you looked at him. Your job as a beater was to keep the bludger away from your teammates, and to precisely prevent Loki from catching the snitch. You aimed the bludger at Loki's broomstick, to destabilize him, and it worked. But he didn't take it very well.

Flying toward Erik Killmonger, the Slytherin beater, he grabbed the stick out of the boy's hand, and glared at you angrily before firing the incoming bludger right at you.

You managed to dodge it for a second, frowning as you looked back at Loki. But he had a mean look on his face, and before you could understand what happened, something hit you hard in the head, and you fell off the broom.

As you fell, your eyes grew heavy, and the last thing you saw were emerald eyes, accompanied by Tony's scream.

//-//

Your head hurt a lot when you woke up in the nurse's office.

Healer Cho smiled gently at you when she gave you some water as soon as she noticed that you had woken up.

And then you noticed the other curious faces around you.

"Will she get a cool scar?" Quill asked excitedly only for Gamora to slap his arm next.

You fiddled uncomfortably with the bandage on your head. Tony looked at you worriedly.

"Damn it, don't ever do something like that again." He complained and you looked at him with confusion.

"It was your mate who shot the ball at me." You retorted and he sighed.

"Yeah, Loki is an idiot." He retorted angrily. "If Thor hadn't interfered, I would have broken his nose."

Then you found out that as soon as you fell, the game was stopped and everyone went down to the field. Tony tried to fight with Loki, but Thor stopped him, and all the teams almost started beating each other. You were taken to the nurse, and Professor Rhodes disqualified the Slytherin because Loki used non-verbal magic to bewitch the bludger to attack you. Even though you were angry, you were impressed that a twelve year old boy could do such advanced magic.

"Good thing Wanda reached you before you fell." Tony added after telling all. You felt your face heat up, and Gamora noticed and looked at you curiously. You decided to change the subject quickly.

"What are you two doing here anyway?" You asked snidely looking at them. "Since when do the health of blood traitors matter to you?"

Tony blinks in confusion, but Gamora takes a step to the side of your bed.

"We wanted to apologize for that." She says. "Our father is the one who thinks those things, okay? You're our friend, and we don't think that of you. Or your family"

You looked away from Gamora to her sister. Nebula nodded in agreement a moment later, and you bit one inside cheek before sighing.

"Right." You said trying to smile. "Can I go back to eating with you two then?"

Gamora laughed, agreeing. When you tried to laugh, your head hurt and your exclamation of pain attracted Tony's attention.

"You know what, I forbid you to play Quidditch forever."

"Shut up, you idiot." You retort, smiling.

//-//

Thanos won't let Gamora and Nebula spend Christmas with you, but that's okay. You ask Iron to deliver the gifts to her house with the pseudonym "Apple Pie" in the name, and received their response in thanks a few days later.

All of Tony's friends come to your house during the holiday.

Bucky goes on a joke saying that his brother spread all those mistletoes around to get some action, but you don't understand what he means.

There is a new kid named Sam Wilson in your brother's group of friends, and he becomes one of your favorite people quickly. He is very funny, and makes everyone laugh during dinner.

Quill almost knocks the tree to the ground when Bucky agrees to charm his shoes to fly, and everyone laughs when he gets hung up on the decorations.

Your father arrives just before you cut up the turkey.

He is covered in soot, and looks exhausted. But he smiles and kisses you and Tony on the forehead, saying he will clean himself up before joining you.

"Can the little guy eat food?" Howard asks when Groot walks around the table. Mantis seems shy about explaining anything to your father, making you chuckle.

During the gift exchange, you giggle when Tony and Bucky start playing wrestling and Bucky miscalculates the punch time and hits your brother in the nose, who behaves like a crying baby, even though he has no mark on his face.

You fall asleep with a smile on your face on the carpet in the living room next to all your friends.

Without having any clue about the worried look your father exchanges with Jarvis a moment after everyone falls asleep in the living room.

//-//

When you return to Hogwarts, there are many new announcements on the bulletin board that catch your attention.

You are not sure if you will really have the time, but decide to sign up for the dueling club with your friends.

This is how you end up in the main hall after the last potions period. The wooden tables had disappeared, and in the center you would find a large golden stage. Professor Stephen Strange was beckoning students to spread out across the room when you arrived.

"Come on dear, come closer" Professor Stephen asked the crowd, standing on the stage. "Can you all see and hear me? Good."

Professor Stephen spent the next five minutes explaining that the club was back in activity after some teachers had talked with Principal Harkness, and also spoke about the basic rules for participating and dueling correctly. Soon the students were all divided into pairs. As the crowd organized itself, you noticed the Maximoff brothers in the back of the room, and you looked away quickly when Gamora, who was your partner, caught you staring.

"Let's practice the disarm spell." Announced Stephen next.

It was easy because you already knew. Your father, in the few moments he was home, taught defensive magic to you and Tony. Spells were not your brother's strong suit, but he didn't mind helping you practice.

Gamora smiled impressed when you approached her to demonstrate correctly how to make the movement with the wand.

Your colleagues, however, didn't seem to be making much progress, so the teacher interrupted their practice with a whistle.

"I will demonstrate how to use the disarm spell correctly." He says as he takes the stage again. You exchange a look with Gamora when by your proximity, you hear him mutter that if the students paid attention to his lessons they would know how to duel correctly. "Please, Erik, could you assist me with this lesson?"

Professor Lehnsherr had been quiet throughout the practice, watching the students from afar. He did not smile as he walked on stage, his silver wand in his hand.

"Pay attention, please." Strange asked noticing the buzz that arose as soon as Erik took the stage. "Thank you, Erik."

The two professors got into a dueling position, and then Professor Stephen made a motion with his wand. A white glow escaped through the air towards the other man, but Erik made a quick movement with his own wand, and it was as if he absorbed the spell. You recognized the blocking spell easily.

"It is important that you know how to defend spells during a duel." Professor Stephen then spoke, smiling quickly at Erik, who did not reciprocate. "That could save your lives in a situation where you don't know which spell has been cast on you.

"It might be wise to teach the students some counter attack spells, Professor Strange." Added Erik with a slight challenge in his voice. Professor Strange didn't seem to mind however, smiling at the crowd.

"Great idea, Erik!" he said putting away his wand. "I need two volunteers, please."

A lot of people raised their hands, making Strange give a chuckle.

"I think it's best to choose students who won't turn the other one into a frog during the duel, professor." Lehnsherr commented bitterly, and Stephen sighed, running his gaze around. He smiled when he looked at you.

"Stark, would you like to join in?" He asked gently, and you felt your cheeks flush as all eyes in the room went to you. Nodding shyly, you stepped onto the stage. "Who could your opponent be..."

"May I suggest someone from my own house, professor?" Interrupted Erik next, and without waiting for an answer, he turned around, "Wanda, come up here please."

The crowd erupted in hubbub as soon as the words echoed in the hall. But Wanda didn't hesitate, rushing to obey. You swallowed dryly, stepping forward.

"Great girls, let's start then." Said Professor Stephen smiling standing between you and Wanda. You didn't understand why she was looking at you so seriously. "Let's try the finite Incantatem, shall we?"

You and Wanda nod in agreement and the professor smiles, patting you two on the back to get you moving.

When you reach the dueling position, you raise your wand and wait for the teacher's order.

Wanda attacks first when he signals. And you just defend, which makes Professor Stephen give a little smile.

"Stark, remember to counter attack instead of defend, okay?" He asks and you nod, ignoring the stares at you. Wanda has a neutral expression as you get into a dueling position again.

A bright red spell comes at you as Wanda attacks again, and you have a second to think about fighting back, but hesitate, blocking it again. The crowd lets out a chorus of disappointment.

Professor Stephen looks ready to say something, but it is Erik's voice that fills the room.

"The Stark girl is clearly hesitating to fight back the spell, Professor Strange." He says, and you feel your cheeks heat up, looking down at the floor. "Perhaps she should try to attack Wanda first instead."

Stephen exchanges a look with the other professor, and then turns his head toward you.

"Is it okay if we do it this way, Stark?"

You glance at Wanda quickly before nodding, feeling very nervous all of a sudden. "Let's get started then."

Raising your wand again, you take a deep breath. Wanda also gets into a dueling position, her eyes watching your movements. You swallow dryly, and think of the least offensive spell you know. And you say the words.

Nothing happens.

Your wand lets out a small golden sparkle, and you frown in confusion. Some of your classmates laugh, believing that you have failed to cast a simple spell, and you feel your face heat up.

"I..." You start to say, wanting to apologize.

Professor Lehnsherr steps forward next to his daughter, looking at you curiously, but his tone is severe when he says.

"Again."

You ignore the stares and try again. It doesn't work. Your wand simply doesn't obey you. Feeling frustrated, you repeat the spell again. And again, louder this time. Your classmates seem as curious as you are.

Professor Erik moves around the stage, stopping a few feet in front of you.

"Try it against me now."

"Professor, I don't..."

"Now."

You swallow dryly, and aim in his direction. Ignoring the tremor in your hands, you repeat the same incantation. The magic immediately escapes, the golden glow rushes forward. Erik blocks it masterfully. A mixed look of curiosity and displeasure.

You immediately lower your wand when he takes two steps toward you.

"I don't know what happened, professor." You begin to explain quickly. "I don't..."

"Erik." Warns Professor Strange placing himself in front of you. All eyes on the three of you. Professor Lehnsherr forces a smile, which brings chills down your entire spine.

"I'm just curious, Stephen." Said the other man, putting his wand away and raising his hand to smooth the professor's cloak in front of him. "Just innocent curiosity."

"Let's continue tomorrow night, please. " Professor Stephen announces in a loud voice afterwards. The students begin to move quickly in the hall. You want to ignore the feeling that everyone is talking about you as you come down from the stage. Your gaze immediately seeks Wanda, but she has her head down as she joins her brother, leaving the room quickly.

Gamora is very impressed when you join her.

//-//

"And then nothing came out of her wand!" Gamora told your friends impressed as soon as you were all together at breakfast.

You woke up feeling especially tired that morning, and were eating your cereal lazily.

"That's so weird." Nebula commented. "Do you have any idea why you can't bewitch Wanda?"

You deny it, eating a little. You got a lot of looks this morning, and you were getting pretty upset about the whole thing.

"Maybe it's because you like her." Gamora suggested a moment later, and you choked on your cereal.

After Mantis helped you, you took a deep breath, your cheeks flushed.

"Where did you get that from?" You asked annoyed.

"I just meant that you seem to like her." She said with an insinuating smile. "Like a friend."

Gamora's tone clearly suggested something more, and you grumbled, turning your attention back to your cereal.

When your friends began to theorize about what the whole thing could possibly mean again, you stopped paying attention.

//-//

Tony laughed when you told him.

"I've never heard of anything like that, kid." He said as he took the scarf off his neck and threw himself on the couch in common room.

Technically, you couldn't be here. But it wasn't like people respected those rules anyway.

You didn't come to the Slytherin common room much, because it was cold and empty, and Slytherin students weren't very welcoming to visitors.

But Tony had many different classes than you, so you would only find him in the commons room by the end of the day. After you dismissed a free-flying session with Quill, you went to tell him what had happened at that morning.

"If you had joined the club, you would have seen it." You said straightening your position on the leather couch. Tony laughed.

"As if I was going to be a part of that." He scoffs. "I hate charms, you know that."

"You know it's one of the most important subjects, right?" you retort wryly, and Tony shrugs.

"I won't need that when I study Magic Mechanics with Dad."

You sigh, not wanting to talk about it again. Tony wanted to be like your father. A respected mechanical witch inventor. You didn't like the idea because it meant that Tony would be as absent as your father.

"Hey, why don't you try to figure something out in the reserved session?" He suggested next and you looked at him wryly.

"You're an example of a brother, you know that?" you teased making him laugh.

"Hey, if you're careful, no one will know you were there." He retorted and you sighed thoughtfully. "If you get caught, I'll say I dared you to do it."

"I doubt it." You retorted with a smile.

Tony invites you to a game of wizard chess, but you tell him you need to get back to your dorm before some prefect comes to question you.

On the way out, you bump into someone who shouldn't be there either.

"Sorry." You say immediately, and Pietro looks at you curiously.

"Are you here to talk to Wanda?" He asks snidely, but although his tone is accusatory, his eyes are warm.

"What?" you reply confused, "No, I...I came to see my brother."

Pietro doesn't seem to believe you, crossing his arms.

"What's your deal with my sister, anyway?"

You frown in confusion.

"I don't know what you are talking about." You say uncomfortable with the conversation.

Pietro stares at you for a few seconds, and then his expression lightens quickly and he smiles amiably.

"I'm just messing with you, kiddo." He mocks. "By the way, I never thanked you for that day at the Quidditch test. If you hadn't warned me, I wouldn't have made it as a seeker."

You blink in confusion and then smile awkwardly.

"No problem, Maximoff."

You nod in farewell, walking back toward the Hufflepuff dormitory, not noticing that Pietro continues to stare at you until you turn the corner.

//-//

The next morning, after your spell class is over, you tell Mantis to go ahead, because you want to talk to the professor.

"This is about the dueling club, isn't it Stark?" Professor Strange asks abruptly still with his back to you as he fiddles with his desk before you say anything. He turns around then, his expression slightly concerned.

"I was just wondering if you have any idea why my magic didn't work, sir?" You say with your hands in your pockets. "Everyone at school is talking about it."

Stephen sighs, and he seems to hesitate about something. But then his expression softens, and he smiles.

"Don't worry about it so much, okay?" He says. "Maybe it's just the similarity of the core of your wands. If the material is the same, maybe your wands are sisters and won't harm each other."

You believe this for the first two seconds, but then frown.

"But Wanda was able to cast spells on me sir." You say and Stephen widens his eyes slightly, as if he has been caught lying. He clears his throat quickly, amiably smiling at you as he nudges you out of the room with him.

"I'm sure there's a good explanation for this, but I don't have the answers right now, Miss Stark." He says and you have a frown as he is turning around, walking away down the hallway. "See you next class!"

You sigh, realizing that maybe your best chance to know what happened is Professor Erik.

//-//

Your next potions class isn't until midweek, so you try to do a little research in the library as Tony recommended you to do.

There is almost no material on magic connections in the library's common session, and you figure it's because it's an advanced and dangerous kind of magic.

"You know you could end up expelled if you try to take anything from the restricted session, right?" Gamora comments as you are sitting in the library, dozens of books around you as she helps you investigate.

"I'll try for a permit first." You say with your face propped up in your hands. "If no teacher is going to tell me why this is happening, I'm going to have to figure it out on my own."

No teacher allows you into the restricted session. They justify that a second-year student has no reason to read such advanced magic, but you just feel that they all seem willing to stop you from finding out what is going on.

You plan to sneak in then. After the last period on Tuesday, and as soon as the library is empty, you ask Gamora to help you distract the librarian, and while she does so, you sneak between the shelves.

You look back to check that everything was all right as you enter, and almost fall backwards in fright when you bump into someone. Your heart races with fear when you observe Principal Harkness right in front of you, a curious look on your face.

"P-professor?" You exclaim. "I'm sorry! I was just..."

"Sneaking in." She completes with a smile. You feel your stomach sink, but the woman makes room for you to enter. "Come on honey, you don't need that. Make yourself at home."

You hesitate for a second, but then step forward, your curiosity for answers getting the best of you.

Following in the way the head master points, you end up deep in the library, many books you've never seen around you, their covers dark, and mystical, some of them moving on the shelves as if they were trying to break free.

"I heard about your little accomplishment at the dueling club." The principal comments beside you as you run your fingers through the covers. You shrug.

"Nobody wants to tell me what's going on."

"Does that make you angry, dear?"

You blink in confusion, looking at the woman behind you. She looks back as if she was evaluating you.

"N-no, professor." You say putting your hands in your pockets. "I'd just like to know what's happening."

Harkness blinks and then looks away. She makes a flick with her fingers, and there is a book flying toward you. It has a dark, medieval cover, and there is a magical shadow shrouding the entire book. It 's mainly scary.

"I found a lot of information about magic connection incantations, dear." She counters. "But it's nothing a second grade girl could understand, you know? Advanced magic for even the most experienced witches."

You frown, wanting to say that if she explained it properly, you could understand it perfectly, but being the director, you thought it best to just add:

"Please, professor. I just want to know what's going on."

Agatha smiles, and then puts the book back on the shelf, her eyes have a purple glow that makes your body chilly.

"Don't you understand, dear?" She starts by stooping down to your height, her hand caressing your cheek lightly. "You came in here, and flipped through the books. So many words you didn't know. You found nothing." She says and you see flashes in your head, her words taking shape like a memory. "And when you left, it just stopped being important."

Agatha smiles at you as she rests her hand on your shoulder for a moment, and you face her back. Giving her one last look, you walk in the direction you came from.

When you leave, you only remember what you have been allowed to.

//-//

In potions class, you feel a tingling behind your eyes when you see Professor Erik.

You have the feeling that you want to ask him something, but can't remember what it is.

Gamora mentions that maybe you wanted to know about what happened at the dueling club, but you smile as you deny it with your head, telling her that that story wasn't really that big of a deal.

She frowns slightly, but doesn't insist, believing that you had lost interest in the subject as well as the rest of the school.

//-//

You don't do very well on your Transfiguration test.

If you had to find an excuse, you would say that you haven't felt very well since the dueling club. Your magic has been difficult to shape and control. You don't want to think about it, though, so you just study until everything is back to normal again.

Professor Rocket gives you an "Acceptable" though, and you grumble slightly when the results arrive at your house during the vacations.

You write to your friends over the summer, sharing the results of your assessments. Gamora did well in everything, her grades as perfect as Nebula's. Mantis failed in Charms, but got Brilliant in Herbology, and surprised no one by that. Peter had at least three "troll" grades, and Gamora sent him a chocolate cake to make him feel better.

The week before last, there was a big commotion at the Ministry of Magic, and your father was away from home for three days.

Jarvis didn't let you and Tony run to hug him when he arrived, and before you could protest, you noticed that he had apparated in the house garden accompanied by two other wizards you didn't know.

No one seemed willing to tell you what was happening, and when the wizards left, your father locked himself in his office for the night.

Tony was very upset, and said he wanted to be alone in his room.

"Jarvis, will you tell me what's going on?" You asked the butler when he put you to bed, worried that you were going to stay up waiting for your father. Jarvis sighed, sitting up with you.

"Miss Y/N, there are many things that are not concerns for children." He begins, and you sigh impatiently. The man smiles gently at you. "It may not seem fair, but innocence is a privilege of the few."

"I just want to know why dad and Tony are upset." You complain with your arms crossed, not understanding the man's previous words. Jarvis fluffs your pillows, pulling the blanket to waist height. "Please, Jarvis, tell me."

The butler sighs.

"Just know that there are people in our world who don't have the best of intentions." He explains mysteriously, causing you to frown. "But that's not something for you to worry about, because the adults have taken care of everything. Now, go to sleep miss."

Jarvis reaches out to turn off your lamp next and stands up. You sit in the dark for many minutes before you decide to fall asleep.

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Lee Donghyuck/Haechan X Reader | Smut, Fluff | 5k | Idol AU

Summary: Donghyuck has been busy promoting his new album and no matter how much he misses you, he can’t see you in person due to his schedules. Desperate for your touch, he begins to call you late at night.

Warnings: Phone sex, masturbation (male and female), dirty talk (but is it still called ‘dirty talk’ if Donghyuck is just being honest and saying whatever that comes to his mind?), no plot with a lot of dialogues

The vibration of your iPhone wakes you up from your dream. Being thrown back so suddenly to reality makes you feel slightly lightheaded but it’s all worth it the second you see his name written on your screen. Rubbing your eyes away from sleep, you answer his call, “Hyuck?”

“Hey, Noona.” The airiness of his honeyed voice sounds familiar and pleasant in your ears that it instantly paints a smile on your face. “Did I wake you?”

You refrain yourself from yawning. “Yeah, I fell asleep reading.” Narrowing your eyes irritatedly at the brightness of the fluorescent light hanging on your ceiling, you decide to switch it off and uses the dim glow of the bedside lamp instead.

“What time is it?” He gasps when he notices the time on his screen. “Three AM?! Shit, I didn’t realize it was this late. Sorry.”

“It’s fine, I shouldn’t be sleeping anyway. I still have to work on my papers, so it’s actually good that you woke me up.” You nuzzle close to the pillow, holding your phone to your ear with one hand, blinking sleepily. “Did you just get back from schedule?”

“Yeah.” He sighs wearily. “I’m dead tired right now. I wish I could just take a day off, you know? I mean, performing is fun, but promoting a new album can be so hectic. I’ve only been sleeping for, like, two hours per day since last week.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” You bring the teddy bear he’d given you on your birthday close to your chest, pretending like you were embracing him. “I wish you could take some days off, too.”

“Yeah?” Somehow, he sounds like he’s smiling. “Then do what?”

“I don’t know, play games, I guess? Or just lie around in bed, doing nothing.”

“I’d rather be doing something, actually.” He chuckles softly, a hint of teasing in his voice. “Or someone.”

“Gross,” you retort but you can feel your lips curving upwards. “It’s okay if you want to rest, Hyuck. You don’t have to force yourself to call me every day. Your health should be your number one priority.”

“What, you don’t want me to call you?”

You freeze. “Of course I want you to call me. I just—”

“I thought you’d be excited to hear my voice.”

The sudden bitterness in his tone makes you sit up from the bed, eyebrows adjoined in confusion. “What—Hyuck—”

“You know what?” He exhales loudly. “You’re right, I shouldn’t have called. It’s late anyway.“

“Can you please just listen—”

“I’m tired. Let’s just talk tomorrow.”

“But—”

“I’m hanging up.”

“Hyuck—” But you’re only answered by silence when the line gets disconnected. You stare at your phone, eyes wide in disbelief.

What the hell just happened?

Upset and vexed, you dial his number. You wait with your jaw clenched until he picks up on the fourth ring. “Can’t you listen to me for one second?!” Not sure if it’s because of the drowsiness or exhaustion, but you find yourself shouting even before he says anything. “Of course, I want you to call me, you idiot! It’s the only thing I’ve been waiting all day. Every day, Hyuck, I wait for your call every day. I keep catching myself checking on my phone every ten minutes, waiting for your texts, wanting to call you. I miss you, of course, I miss you—you’re—” You turn stiff when you hear him cackling from the other side of the phone. “Are you laughing?”

“I’m sorry.” His laughter is contagious but you put up your best effort not to get infected. “You’re so cute when you get all riled up. Isn’t it obvious that I was just joking?”

“Right. I’m hanging up.”

“Wait, Noona—” You listen to him with your eyes throwing ice daggers to the wall. “I’m sorry. I won’t do it again, I promise.” There’s a small pause where you’re too irritated to talk and he’s too unsure to start but he tries. “So, like… you miss me?”

“Not right now.”

“Aaw, come on, I was just messing around.” You can imagine him puckering his lips, batting his eyelashes for forgiveness. “Please, tell me. Tell me how much you miss me.”

You throw yourself back to the bed, huffing. “I don’t think I want to.”

“You get cuter when you’re angry, you know that?” He sighs to the air. “Aaah… I miss you. I miss you so much, Noona, you don’t even know. Probably more than you miss me.”

I don’t think that’s possible. “Of course,” you reply, holding back a smile from breaking on your face. “Since I only miss you a little bit.”

“A little bit?”

“A tiny, tiny bit. On second thought, maybe I don’t miss you at all.”

“Is that so?” You can tell he’s exhausted by the way he lets out his chuckle, but it doesn’t mean it’s less sincere. “It really has been a while since we last saw each other, hasn’t it?”

You nod to yourself. “Four months.”

“You keep count, huh?” His teasing tone makes you flushed. “Love me that much, do you?”

“Around four months,” you correct him, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible when the truth is, you can practically hear your heart hammering against your ribcages. “Or maybe three? Five? I don’t know.”

“Why are you so cute? Seriously, how can you be this cute?” Donghyuck sits on the edge of his bed, lips forming so widely that it nearly splits his face in half. When his chuckles have receded, his eyes begin to soften. “I love you, Noona. You know that, right?”

People might be thinking about how lucky you are to have a member of one of the most prestigious boybands in the world confessing his love for you at 3 AM, but honestly? You’re just so grateful for the fact that Lee Donghyuck, a boy who stole your heart nearly a decade ago when you were too young to even understand the word love, finally realized that your entire relationship with him was deeper than a mere friendship. It took years for both of you to finally gain enough bravery to act out your feelings, especially when he managed to shine brighter than you could ever imagine being. You were afraid of it—afraid that you would be burnt by his fame, afraid that he would discard you for he had everything and you only had him. But Donghyuck didn’t want anything. He only wanted you.

You love him. You’ve been loving him for as long as you can remember so hearing him say the words, no matter how often he has mentioned it already, still sparks fire through your veins. You’ll never admit that out loud, though.

“I’ve been thinking about you a lot these days,” he sheepishly adds.

“More than you think about yourself?” You snort. “I’m shocked.”

“Eeyyy, I’m serious.” The sound of your giggle makes him sigh, longing to hear it in person. “I wish I could be with you right now. I thought about you a lot during today’s photoshoot too.” He lies down on the bed, running a hand through his hair. “I thought about our last date. About that red dress you wore. Man, you looked so cute in that dress.”

You half-buried your face in the pillow, heat blossoming on your cheeks. “Now this is the topic I like to talk about.”

Donghyuck scrunches up his nose. “Aren’t you gonna say I looked nice too that day?”

Even the slightest thought of him—any version of him, whether it was him dressing handsomely on a date or him waking up in the morning with a bird’s nest on his head—never fails to send butterflies swirling in your stomach, but again, you’ll never admit that out loud. “Meh,” you jeer, even adding a shrug when you know he won’t be able to see. “Could’ve dressed better. I mean, ripped jeans? Really?”

“Yah, yah, yah. You said I looked good wearing those jeans!”

“We were going to a fancy restaurant and I wore a semi-formal dress, Hyuck. They just didn’t match my outfit. They didn’t match anyone’s outfit there, really.”

“Really? You’re gonna say that? Even after you spent the whole night stealing glances at me with drool on your face?”

You wish you could say he was lying, but you indeed spent the entire night drooling at him over the sight of his black leather jacket and the way his jeans just wrapped his thighs so perfectly. “I have lost interest in this topic.” It’s for the best before you combust into flames. “Where are you right now?”

“Back at the dorm.” He softly yawns. “In my room.”

“Alone?”

“Yep, since Johnny-hyung is filming out of town.” When you stay quiet, unsure of what to say, Donghyuck grins mischievously. “Why, do you wanna sneak in? I think I can afford to lose some sleep tonight, if you know what I mean.”

Flustered, you retort, “After Johnny caught us cuddling last time? No way.”

“Yeah, about that,” Donghyuck says a little awkwardly, “After you went home he said to me that he heard the whole thing—”

“What do you mean the whole thing?” The horror in your face and your voice is clear.

“I meant, the whole thing. Us having sex and stuff.”

You could practically feel the exact moment when your soul is leaving your body, but Donghyuck continues as if he’s simply talking about getting caught cheating during a test. “But it’s okay, he’s cool. He’s got my back.”

“Oh my God.” You nearly faint. “I will never show my face in front of your roommate, ever again.”

“Yeah, about that—“

“Are you fucking kidding me, Hyuck—”

“Jaehyun-hyung heard us too.”

“What?!”

“And he told Mark-hyung about it later on, and that’s the reason why I had this bump on my head for three days.” Donghyuck pouts, rubbing the back of his head, lean fingers carding through soft brown locks. “He hit me with a book, lecturing me about bringing you to the dorm as if he never did that himself.”

Not trying to overreact about it, but you’re suffocating by this point. “Why are you so chill about this?!”

“They heard us having sex, not murdering the innocents.” He rolls his eyes but seems amused at your reaction. “To be honest, I hear a lot of stuff happening in our dorm that I’m sure you don’t wanna know. Like, a lot a lot. Way worse than what I did with you.”

“And does Taeyong know about this?”

“Taeyong-hyung needs his beauty sleep so we agreed not to tell him stuff.”

“I feel sorry for him.”

“I just feel sorry he’s not part of our antics.” Donghyuck shrugs, kicking off his shoes and socks before he leans against the headboard. “How about you? Are you alone?”

“Yeah.” You heavily sigh, still feeling quite dizzy after hearing the truth he just blurted out. “My roommate’s gone for the weekend.”

“Oh…” He taps his fingers against his stomach, a weird feeling swirling inside his chest as a thought begins to form. “That’s… great…”

Donghyuck’s tongue lays heavy in his mouth, suddenly loses the ability to form a simple conversation as his mind begins to focus entirely on something else. It all started that one night when he pretended to be asleep, when in fact, he was listening to his roommate, Johnny, speaking to his girlfriend in hushed whispers. The way the older man was chuckling to his phone was suspicious, and the more he tried to listen intently, the more he realized that Johnny wasn’t conversing. He was giving orders with a voice thick with seduction. The sensual words Johnny used made Donghyuck’s ears turn scarlet, and he buried his face deeper behind his blanket. Since then, the curiosity within him has been rising more and more, nearly suffocating him sometimes when he desperately yearned for your touch but his schedule never let him take a goddamn break.

Not knowing the dirty thoughts that flit across his mind, you carry on your conversation like usual. “I guess, but it does get lonely sometimes when she’s not around. I actually like having a roommate.” The sandalwood aroma from your diffuser, combined with his velvety voice, comforts you and you’re finally able to relax. “Have you been eating well? I’ve been craving for strawberry—”

“What are you wearing?”

“—pancakes—what?”

“I…” Donghyuck heaves out a heavy breath, biting the corner of his lip, unsure yet not ready to give up on his desire. “I just… I was wondering—Are you wearing pajamas?”

“Umm…” The way he asks about it sends heat rising to your cheeks. He doesn’t sound as innocent as the words he uses. You look down, fingers curling at the hemline of your clothes. “I’m wearing one of your shirts, actually.”

Donghyuck throws his head back, eyes tightly shut as he curses silently into the air, his phone pressed against his chest. The sight of you wearing his oversized shirt has been one of his most recurring fantasies and not being able to see you, but knowing that you are wearing his shirt, kills him.

“Hyuck?”

Donghyuck brings his phone back to his ear. “Sorry, there was a… Mark.” He mentally slaps himself on the head.

“There was a Mark?”

“I mean, Mark-hyung was here—but he just left so—"

“Are you drunk again?”

“No!” Donghyuck rubs his temple. This is not going well, he shouts in his mind. “Why—” He winces when he hears his voice crack. Clearing his throat, he tries again. “Why are you wearing my shirt?”

Because it smells like you and it helps me sleep better. “Just because,” you quietly mumble, eyes locked to the ceiling. “Why are you asking me this exactly?”

“Just because,” he mimics. His breathing sounds more prominent as if he’s in the same room, only a few inches away from your ear. It’s the reason why you enjoy talking to him this way instead of taking video calls. You can focus solely on his honeyed voice, almost like a lullaby to your ears. “Can you tell me…” he continues, laced with both hesitation and anticipation, “What else you're wearing?”

“Umm…” You take a deep breath, trying to keep yourself composed. “I don’t think I want to say.”

“Please, Noona.” The sudden desperation in his plead startles you as if he’s losing control of himself, little by little. He seems to notice that too because when he speaks again, it’s steadier, almost formal. “I just… I want to know. If that’s okay.”

“Well…” You curl your toes. “Aside from your shirt, I’m…” Just say it, for God’s sake. He’s your boyfriend. He’s seen you naked. “I’m only wearing my panties.”

There’s a pause that makes your heart thump. “Not, uhh…” Donghyuck wets his lip. “Not even a bra?”

You fiddle with your fingers. “N-no.”

“Fuck.”

You nearly drop your phone. The guttural groan he just emitted from the back of his throat catches you off guard. “Hyuck..?”

“Noona, there’s—” Donghyuck sits up straight, nails nearly sinking to his jean-clad thigh. “There’s something I want to try.” There’s a sense of urgency mixed with minimum self-control. “I-if you don’t mind…”

You know where this is going. “What is it?”

“Just—Just follow my lead, okay?”

You shakily nod your head. When he calls out your name again, you remember that you have to say it in words. “Okay.”

“Can you…” Donghyuck’s heart is beating out of control. His mind desperately tries to answer how the fuck do I start this?! “Can you, umm, lie down on the bed for me?”

You can tell he’s nervous and it’s both reassuring and endearing to know that he’s never done this with anyone else before and probably not mentally ready to do it with you, but tries to go all the way because he knows both of you need to find a way to release all of these pent-up emotions.

You follow his order. “I’m…” You take a deep breath so your voice won’t tremble too much. “I’m lying on my bed.”

Donghyuck always takes a few seconds before answering, as if he’s battling inside his head as he tries to sort out his thoughts. “Is your light turned on?”

“Yes.”

“Turn it off.”

You switch off the button on your bedside lamp. “Okay, it’s off.”

“Okay, mine too.” Then all you can hear is his slightly ragged breathing. “It’s… a bit awkward, isn’t it?” He chuckles nervously, followed by an inaudible, “Fuck, why am I so nervous,” as he’s straying away from the phone.

A smile paints your lips. “You’re adorable.”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

When silence strikes, Donghyuck scratches his cheek. “Do you… want to know what I’m wearing?”

You gulp. “S-sure.”

“Well…” Donghyuck takes a look at himself. “I’m wearing a denim jacket, a white shirt, a pair of jeans—I just got back from a photoshoot so—”

So he must look good. “Take them off.”

He’s probably as startled as you are when you hear the words tumbling down your mouth. But even if he is as embarrassed as you are, he doesn’t make it as obvious. “Sure.” A rustling sound can be heard, and you let your imagination wander. You can tell he’s taking off his jacket and soon, his shirt will follow. Donghyuck would always take his shirt off by grabbing the fabric from the back and yank it over his head, instead of crossing his arms at his waist. There’s something masculine about it, but you tend to get more distracted at the way his muscles would contract in his lean stomach. His silver necklace would dangle around his neck, and he’d smirk whenever he caught you staring at him for a second too long.

“My shirt’s off,” he quietly states, snapping you out of your reverie. “Now take yours off—wait! Wait. Leave it on. I want to imagine you wearing my shirt. Just take off your panties.”

“I’m—” It’s so damn hard to focus when you feel so ashamed just by hearing his instructions. “Okay…” Your fingers are quivering when they slide down your stomach, thumb hooking around the hem before you pull your lingerie down to the middle of your thighs.

“Lie down,” he whispers, “Prop a pillow behind your back. Are you comfortable?”

“Y-yeah, just…” You sigh, head going dizzy. “Embarrassed.”

The airy laughter that flows from his mouth is too innocent to be heard in this kind of situation. “So cute. Me too, actually. I’ve never done this before.” When his chuckles have receded, the nervousness grows vivid in his voice once again. “Do you, umm... Do you want to stop?”

You’re supposed to say yes, or at least a bit conflicted about it, so it shocks you when you immediately answer, “No,” without hesitation.

“Thank God.” Donghyuck sighs, smiling softly against the phone. “‘Cause I wouldn’t know what to do if you said yes.” He unbuckles his belt with one hand, taking it off as his heartbeat soars through the roof. “Then, umm… can you spread your legs? As wide as you can.”

You feel so exposed even when no one is looking. Following his guidance, you question, “What about you? What are you doing?”

“I’m…” Donghyuck swallows hard, looking down at the way his hand is pressing against his semi-hardness. “I’m rubbing myself over my pants.”

Fuck, you mentally groan. “Why aren’t you touching yourself directly?”

“Cause I want to wait for you.” He has his eyes closed, hand slipping under the hemline of his jeans, stroking himself over his boxer. “I want to picture you rubbing your fingers on your clit. I want to hear you moan my name when you do.”

Oh my God. “Then guide me,” you plead. There’s something so irresistibly sexy about him touching himself while picturing you pleasuring yourself with your fingers. “Tell me what to do, Hyuck.”

He runs his tongue over his lower lip. The excitement of being able to act as a puppeteer, tugging on your strings, sends all blood rushing south. “Can you push your shirt up? Don’t take it off, just—” He exhales, taking a moment to collect himself after a certain obscene thought of you touching yourself entered his mind. “Just make sure it’s not in the way.”

“Okay.” You grip the hemline of your shirt, pulling it up until it pools above your chest. “Now, what?”

“I want you to touch your breasts.” You’re more aroused by his breathy voice and lustful tone than embarrassed at this point. “Imagine me, Noona,” Donghyuck whispers, and he sounds so close, as if he’s lying down next to you. “Imagine me with my hands on you, caressing your breasts. Can you do that?”

You squeeze your breast, mumbling out a weak, “Yes…” The memory of Donghyuck, embracing you from behind, his naked chest pressed against your spine, hot mouth lazily pressing wet kisses against your nape suddenly comes alive in your mind. You still remember how sexy he sounded moaning out your name as he rocked his hips forward, his fingers exploring around your chest, rubbing and pinching at a certain spot to make you press closer to him in desperation for more of his touch.

“Suck on your fingers, make them wet, then bring them back down.” Donghyuck’s hips are bucking against his hand, his fingers tugging his zipper down. “Imagine my mouth latching on your nipple, sucking it the way I always do. The way you like me to do.”

You bring your fingers to your mouth, coating two of them with saliva before you bring them back down to pinch your sensitive bud. With your eyes closed and his heavy breathing in your ear, the wet sensation of your fingers gives you a clear image of his tongue flicking against your nub.

“Tell me how you feel.”

“It’s not enough,” you croak out, “I want to feel you directly on my skin.”

Donghyuck takes a sharp breath. “You don’t even know how much I want to be there and touch you.” The way his voice suddenly becomes deep sends shivers down your spine. “I want to suck bruises on your skin. I want to mark you everywhere, again and again, so the bruises will last for days. I want you to remember me every time you see yourself in the mirror.”

You sheepishly smile, though your heart is still racing. “I always remember you even without that, Haechannie.”

The sudden change of his name warms his heart. “I wish you’re the only one who calls me that. You make my stage name sounds better, special. I could have thousands of people screaming my name but none of them makes me feel the way you do.” As he slides his hand under his boxer, finally making direct contact with his skin, Donghyuck becomes desperate once again. “Bring your other hand down. I want you to touch yourself, Noona, please.”

You slide your hand between your legs, tentatively rubbing yourself between your folds. “Hyuck…”

“Does it feel good?”

You nod, eyes shut, and your mind wanders. “Yes…”

“Rub your clit for me. And imagine I’m doing that with my tongue.”

You can picture him with his head between your legs so perfectly behind your closed eyelids. He has done it several times and you remember how he would always start slow, placing open-mouthed kisses on the inner part of your thigh before dipping his head down and swipe his tongue along your folds—all the while never breaking eye-contact. He would press a kiss against your clit, and lick you slowly because he’d want you to beg for it. He never directly told you but you could tell he liked being in control because the second you whispered “Please, Hyuck,” he would immediately indulge you with everything you wanted and more.

Donghyuck would suck hard on your clit, doing it so suddenly that you’d nearly crush him by wrapping your legs too tightly around his head. Amazed and delighted by your reaction, he would break into a smile with his tongue still darting out to taste you, mouth pressing harder against your skin until he plunged his tongue inside your heat.

You moan out his name at the memory, directly to the phone.

“Fuck, baby, you sound so perfect…” Donghyuck nearly whimpers and the word baby stirs something within you as he never called you that before.

“Call me like that again…” You rub yourself harder on the spot you like the most. “Please, Hyuck…”

“Baby…” Donghyuck’s fingers are curling harder around his length, pumping himself in accordance to every gasp and moan you’re emitting. “I wish I could see you—I wish I could lock my eyes with yours as I eat you up. I want to see your face, every single expression you make—I bet you look so cute, so goddamn... erotic.”

Your hold around your phone loosens but fortunately for you, the pillow pressing against it keeps it close to your ear. “Touch yourself,” you breathily murmurs, “I want you to touch yourself too.”

“I am, baby,” Donghyuck softly moans, his fingers tightening around his length. “What else do you want me to do?”

“I want you to stroke yourself harder and run your thumb over your slit.” Donghyuck zealously follows, cursing under his breath at the pleasure. “And I want you to keep doing it until my name escapes your lips.”

“God, I want you.” He repeats your name over and over again, as ordered, with him stroking himself faster each time. “Noona, I want your mouth on me. I want to see you hollow your cheeks around me—like how you did to me when we were backstage, that time after the concert. You looked so pretty that night, so eager—so desperate for me—”

“Me too. I want to make you feel good too. I—” You nip at your bottom lip, feeling goosebumps creeping up your skin when he moans out your name. You’ve always loved his voice, loved it more than anything else in the world, and the sounds he makes when he’s in bed with you is the sexiest thing that even your poor mind can’t even begin to imagine. And now, focusing solely on his voice, listening to his filthy, sinful words, he’s driving you to the edge of your sanity.

“I’ve touched myself before at the thought of you,” he confesses breathlessly, “Several times, even way before we started dating.”

You’re trembling at the thought. “Haechannie—”

“You don’t know just how much—” The sound of him trying to stifle down a moan only makes you crave for him more. “—how much I wanted you back then. How much I want you now. Even during high school, I just—I wanted you—wanted to touch you—wanted—ah fuck,” a whine slipped out his lips, “Wanted to hold you so bad, to make love to you until—”

At the rustling sounds, him whimpering at his touches, and you rubbing yourself on the perfect spot, you know you won’t last long. “H-Hyuck, are you close?”

“Just a little bit more, Noona, ah—” He thrashes his head against the pillow, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he swallows hard. “Fuck, I need to be inside you. I need to feel you clenching your walls around me.” At the memory of you gazing at him with anticipation building inside your seductive, half-lidded eyes, as you parted your legs to give him permission to ravish you the way he wanted, Donghyuck quickens the pace, thrusting vigorously into his hand. “Fuck yourself with your fingers, baby, please.”

You’re more than keen to follow, inserting one digit inside your heat with another one following soon after. You can visualize him bringing your legs in the air until they dangle over his shoulders, his hips slamming hard against yours with each thrust. “Hyuck—”

“If you were here right now,” he nearly growls, “I would fuck you so hard until you’re mewling my name against the sheets. And I won’t stop, I won’t stop even if you beg me to. I won’t stop until I’m done with you.”

Donghyuck doesn’t sound like he’s trying to dirty talk which only makes it even more arousing to your ear. It’s as if he’s losing control of his mouth, just saying anything that comes to mind. The honesty, the urgency, his breathy, desperate calls of your name between lewd words—

You choke out a sob. “Hyuck—I’m close—”

“Me too—N-noona—Kiss me—”

It’s one of the most intense orgasms you’ve ever felt and it’s funny because you never really enjoyed touching yourself before. Donghyuck follows a few seconds after, moaning your name so erotically that will probably give you a hard time falling asleep for days at the thought of it. You’re left dazed, staring at the ceiling with half-lidded eyes. Your phone lays forgotten on the pillow next to you. Mustering all the strength you have left, you reach out for it. “Hyuck…?”

You can hear him breathing heavily. “I’m here,” he says. “Are you okay? Did you get to come?”

“Y-yes.” Now that it’s over, you begin to feel self-conscious again and the heat that blooms on your cheeks nearly wash every bit of your orgasm away in an instant. “Did you?”

“I made a huge mess.” He chuckles, sounding just as embarrassed as you are. “Fuck, didn’t realize it was going to be this good when we started. What would’ve happened if we had Face-Timed each other instead?”

Your head nearly explodes at the thought. “One step at a time, Hyuck. I’m practically dying from shame right now.”

He laughs a little at that. “So, you don’t really oppose the idea? Man, I have something to look forward to then.”

“Shut up, you’re gross. Is this the reason you called me?”

“No,” he hastily says, “I swear, I called because I missed hearing your voice.” Then he thinks about it again. “Well, I mean, I have been thinking about doing, uhh, these kinds of things with you but trust me, it wasn’t the reason why I called.”

“Sure,” you flatly reply, teasing him.

“Yah, yah, yah, it’s your fault for saying that you were wearing nothing but my shirt!”

“It’s your fault for asking me what I was wearing!”

It’s always like this with him. You’re bickering at one point, having sex at another time, then goes back to bickering once again. But it’s endearing, you suppose, because after this, you’ll be murmuring loving words, and just when you begin to think about it, Donghyuck whispers into the phone.

“I love you, Noona. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

And you smile. “I love you too, Haechannie. You’re the second best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“What the hell is the first one?”

“Chicken nuggets.”

“You’re so dead.”

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