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mangoshorthand · 9 months

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I just saw your little post, I'm sorry I didn't clarify. Yes, I am a cis woman and I have more of a swimmer's body (I've been a swimmer for years so it's partially natural and partially conditioned) with wider hips and broad shoulders (typical swimmer long legs too). I hope this helps and sorry for such an inconvenience 😅

- birthday anon 🎂🎉

Original request, (paraphrased):

It's my birthday today and I was wondering if I could get a happy birthday from Five. I guess my prompt would be that throughout my life a lot of people forget my birthday (even my family) and often don't show up so if Five just remembered and decided to be soft and sensual and caring, that would make me the happiest person ever.

No problem Birthday Anon. Sorry this took a couple of days. Happy belated birthday! Also I made you a barista sooo...enjoy that I guess.

The Birthday Girl | Five Hargreeves/ F Reader 2.8k words, Rated E

Being born at the start of the year was always a harsh reminder of the fact that you weren’t the main character of all existence, something which it took most people much longer to realize. It was worse when you were a kid, with Christmas and birthday presents amalgamated into one by relatives already stressed out from gift-buying, but it still kind of stung now. Yeah, people had lives and it was a tricky time of year, but you surely didn’t need to be the main character of all existence to have people simply show up for your birthday.

It was a nice place, you thought, glumly as you popped the olive from your martini into your mouth and chewed it thoughtfully. Not too crowded, the music loud enough to dance to without prohibiting conversation. The drinks were cheap and good quality. It would have been the perfect place for a birthday get together.

You sighed and rested your elbows on the bar. You should have got the picture by now. You were a full grown adult, you knew how it went, and yet you still foolishly invited all your friends and even some family out.

You’d never imagined that all of them would come, but you thought that at least a few would turn up. Over the past week, as you’d expected, they’d nearly all messaged their excuses and apologies and dropped out. For some, it was too close to going back to work after their christmas break, some were still away, while others were still recovering from New Year and unable to face the idea of partying again so soon.

You didn’t really blame those guys, (at least they had the decency to inform you that they weren’t coming), but you couldn’t help feeling angry at the no-shows who hadn’t even bothered to inform you, leading to you sitting alone in this bar, all dressed up for nothing.

“Hey.”

You turned your head, surprised to hear any voice addressing you.

“Five,” you said, smiling nervously in greeting.

This was not what you’d planned. He was your favorite customer, yes, he said you made the best coffee in the city, but could you call him your friend? Did two years of late-night coffee twice a week count as a friendship?

He usually came in on one of your late shifts, looking immaculately dressed but gray with exhaustion. At first, he hadn’t talked, just drinking his coffee in silence and leaving with a murmur of thanks and a generous tip, but over time he’d been more receptive to your gentle offers of conversation, and gradually he’d shown up primarily to talk, sitting at the counter as you worked, sipping endless cups of coffee and keeping you company.

What he hadn’t told you himself, you’d put together from snippets of conversation. You knew about the Umbrella Academy and the apocalypse, but it didn’t really factor into your picture of him. To you, he was just Five: the amusing mix of pessimism, wit, and an old man’s nostalgia for times past incongruous with the body in its twenties.

Over the time you’d known him, he’d grown into your life easily. He had you looking forward to your late shifts and spending the time between them making mental notes of things to tell him next time you saw him. Your conversations with him were easy and intimate (you’d told him a few things you wouldn’t tell your diary on your deathbed), but the relationship was still this weird, context-bound thing. He was the customer, you were the server.

He’d surprised you into inviting him to this little get-together a couple of days before new year. It was your first late shift after Christmas, and when he’d arrived and taken up his usual perch at the counter, one of his first remarks was:

“It’s your birthday coming up in a day or two, right?”

“Uh,” you faltered, “Um - yeah.”

He looked at you doubtfully.

“You don’t sound very sure.”

“No, it is. I’m just surprised, is all. People always forget.”

Five shrugged.

“You told me last year. You swapped shifts to go out for dinner.”

“And you remembered that?”

“Yeah.”

It touched you, the way he spoke so casually, as if he couldn’t possibly do anything but remember this about you. So you invited him to come tonight, hoping he’d say yes but not read too much into it. For months, maybe longer, you’d been wondering, and his attitude then was the thing that pushed you to find out once and for all.

You had to know for sure whether this was something: whether you and he would be the same in a different environment, or whether this thing would just crumble to nothing outside of the diner’s soft-lighting. It would be a good test, you thought, and having other people there would act as a buffer in case of any awkwardness.

In this, you had been thwarted, because now he stood beside you, looking more smart-casual than you’d ever seen him, frowning in a gray blazer over a dark tee.

“Well…happy birthday,” he said, dumping a giftbag on the bar with a clunk that signaled a bottle inside, “it’s rum. You said you liked mojitos.”

“Thanks,” you said, nodding, as he sat on the barstool beside you.

He took a quick glance around, intelligent green eyes taking stock of the bar.

“Is it just us?” he asked, raising a quizzical eyebrow in a way that made you chuckle.

“Yup,” you smiled, ruefully, “most people canceled, but there were three who just haven’t remembered to show up. I told them to meet me an hour ago, but no word.”

He frowned again, so you offered a little explanation:

“People forget when your birthday’s just after the holidays.” and then, with a smile at him, added, “Except you, of course.”

“Hm,” he said, with an air of contemplation, perhaps reflecting on why you’d told him to meet you later than everyone else. Seeming to dismiss it, however, he turned back to you:

“So you’re stuck with me?”

You looked back over at him, and a smirk developed on his face, one corner of his mouth turning up to complement his cocked eyebrow.

And in that moment, you made a decision, one that was two years in the making. Why play these games? Why experiment with him? Worst case scenario, he finds another diner.

“It’s stupid to be here with only two of us. Do you want to come back to mine? Maybe we crack open that rum and help me drown my birthday sorrows? I only live on the next street.”

***

The rum was never opened, because on the street outside your apartment, he stopped you with a hand on your arm.

He’d been silent ever since he agreed to come with you, and when you turned to face him outside your door, he fixed you with such a serious look that you took in a shallow breath.

“Sorry if I make this awkward, but I gotta know. Is this just a drink?”

You looked back at him, studying the earnest slope of his brow and his tense mouth; how the two freckles on his cheek disappeared into a small cleft in his cheek. It was a face that surrendered smiles reluctantly, but you could nearly always tease several out before the end of any shift.

You shook your head wordlessly.

His adam's apple bobbed in his throat. His eyes, so often scowling, scathing or sardonic, fixed you now with a look of pure, open adoration. His thick lashes did nothing to shade you from the intensity of that look, from the opalescent green of his pupils that pulled at you with such fascination.

When he spoke, his voice was very low.

“I’ve wanted this for a long time.”

You felt your cheeks heat up, unable to keep your eyes on his face, choosing to study the neckline of his tee, beneath which a hint of sturdy collarbone was visible.

He reached out and gently ghosted his fingers down your cheek.

“How could anyone forget your birthday?” he murmured.

Then, he leaned forward and kissed you.

The chill January breeze momentarily played about your neck. A shiver ran through you, but not from cold: from his gentle lips against yours; from the feel of his soft hair between your fingers; from his body close to yours.

Sweet, chaste and cherishing, it might have seemed platonic, that kiss, but for the way his tongue slipped briefly into the fray, though pulling back quickly: showing you that he had more should you wish to take it.

And you did. You wanted it to the point that you chased his lips when he tried to pull away. He smiled at this and let you catch him, letting your lips part his and your tongue enter his mouth.

Finally, he succeeded in breaking the embrace, though leaving his hands softly on your hips.

“Take me upstairs?” he asked, huskily.

***

His mouth beside your ear, he held you on his lap like a beautiful fragile thing. He ran his fingers reverently up and down your thighs, like a servant privileged to touch precious silverware with kid gloves.

He kissed you again, soft and syrupy, as if he was eating fruit perfectly sweetened on the vine, trailing his lips down your shoulder, humming with satisfaction.

“God,” he whispered, “I could kiss you all day.”

The tender hunger in his tone sent a tingle straight to your core.

It was a shame to have your back to him. When he’d thrown off his shirt as if it was nothing, your eyes drank him in: the softly defined muscles that were outlined by his movements and the trail of sparse, dark hair disappearing below his waistband. All this time, under those sharply cut suits, there was this.

But you couldn’t focus on the regret too much, not with his strong forearms wrapped around your naked body, his smell of antiperspirant and aftershave, and not with the heat of his hard arousal against your ass and lower back.

His fingers clearly stated their intent against your inner thigh, pausing an inch away from where you needed him most.

“May I?” he asked, breath tickling your ear.

You could hear a little hint of mischief in his voice; the ironic move of his eyebrows.

“Yes please,” you breathed.

“Anything for the birthday girl,” he whispered, nuzzling briefly at your neck.

And he stroked your outer lips with gentle fingers, his index trailing back up your slit, the tip skimming slickness that had already gathered there.

He made an appreciative sound at his discovery, and you moaned at the throb of pleasure from just this teasing movement, bucking against him and momentarily pressing his cock against you more firmly.

“You’re so pretty,” he rasped into your ear, fingers parting your outer lips to reach your excited nub and stroking it in smooth, luxuriant circles, “look at you. So perfect.”

You whimpered and tossed your head helplessly against his shoulder. Heat was already building in your sex, your toes curling against your sheets. The foundations for your orgasm were laid from his very first touch of your aching pussy, your body crying out for him from the moment he kissed you. Now, you were helpless to his fingers: as confident and efficient in rubbing your needy clit as in all his other movements.

“You deserve to be treated special.” he whispered, “This good?”

“Five.”

“Yes?”

“Five.”

You could hardly say more, brain scrambling like beaten eggs until no vocabulary remained but the name of the man whose fingers were making come slowly drool down your thighs.

“Want me to stop?” he whispered, tenderly.

You shook your head fiercely.

“Fi-ive!” you whined again, becoming completely inarticulate now as his ankles hooked around yours, holding your legs open gently. He could sense you beginning to ride your edge, could surely sense the heat burning and coiling and tightening in your stomach until -

You cried out when you came, feeling more come gush from you, soaking his fingers and your thighs alike. He spoke softly to you as the waves of pleasure broke on you one by one, each bringing a fierce buck of your hips backwards against his hard, hot cock, sandwiched between you.

“That’s it.” he encouraged, “There you go. Feel good, sweetie?”

You could do nothing but whimper and let yourself be carried by the rapture, surges exploding down each limb again and again.

“God, you’re so beautiful.”

Your orgasm subsided, leaving you panting against him.

Through your recovery, he whispered more tender affirmations and praise into your ear, kissing and nosing at the side of your neck as he tried to distract himself from the tingles going up and down his length and the precome still leaking from his tip as your movements against him teased his excited cock.

After you’d caught your breath, you became aware of the needy way he was kissing you; of the barely-there grinding of his pelvis; of his dick rubbing against you.

“Can I -?” came the desperate, half-articulated whisper.

“Yes please,” you replied.

He laid you down as if you were fragile, like an injured dove held in cupped hands. His gentle movements offered a stark contrast to the state of his gorgeous, curved cock. The tip was an angry pink, his balls high and tight with arousal. Intrigued, you began to caress that heated, swollen part of him. He hissed as you weighed and massaged his balls in one hand, the other closing around his shaft, already slick with precome.

“Don’t judge my stamina based on this, okay?” he said, voice cracking as his neck arched along with your strokes, “How about you stop that and we can try for quality over quantity?”

It was spoken with self-consciousness that seemed unnecessary to you, given that he’d just rubbed your clit to a thigh-trembling orgasm quicker and more effectively than anyone you’d ever been with. You let his cock go and kissed him on the mouth as he lowered himself towards you.

When he entered you, his mouth was still on yours, and you felt his sigh or relief against your lips.

He filled you perfectly, your plush walls immediately gripping him, surrendering him reluctantly as he withdrew. You could see the tight pinch between his eyebrows. His eyes were already screwed shut.

“Oh.”

The whisper was small and strung out, and you kissed his cheek and lips to encourage him as he let out a few, trembling breaths.

“That feel good?”

“Yeah,” you gasped, “it feels good, Five.

His strokes were slow, but skillful, his hips rutting with gentle fluidity.

“I want to make you feel good,” he whispered, stroking your cheek, “I want to show you how special you are.”

From the movement of his body alone, you would have imagined him in complete control, not even close to his edge, but his increasingly fevered whispers and messy kisses to your lips and neck told a different story.

“Your pussy is so good. It’s so fucking wet.”

You kissed him back, nodding and moaning in affirmative as that perfect curve rubbed you just right inside, the low tempo building an ache as sweet and gentle as his thrusts. You gasped, pulsing around him, and his hips stuttered for the first time.

“F-fuck.” he breathed, “So hot. So perfect.”

He tensed.

“I’m close.”

You smiled against his ear. You were on birth control and you knew enough about Five to know that he didn’t raw-dog every barista who made him a good cup of coffee. It wasn’t logical or sensible but it was the only thing that seemed right after two years of illogical, foolish denial.

“Come inside me.”

“You sure?”

You barely had time to confirm it to him before he let out an inarticulate cry. His dick pumped hard inside you, coating your walls with his load with his head buried in your neck, still keeping you gasping throughout with controlled, gentle, sensuous pumps of his pelvis.

***

“You want coffee?”

You lay, bare-breasted on his chest as Five combed his fingers through your hair, feeling warm, content, and glowing from his tenderness.

“Let me get it for a change.” he said.

“Wow, it really is my birthday,” you teased.

You heard a short exhale of laughter as he extracted himself gently from the bedsheets.

“Sure is.”

And, with as little care for his nakedness as if this was his own apartment, he headed across the bedroom, turning back at the door with a wry smile.

“And it’s not over yet.”

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haveyouanytime · 4 months

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hi there! can i request college!au with vincent renzi, in which he is law professor and he has this responsable and smart student (legal age ofc) who steals his attention? can it have dacryphilia too?, if you’re comfortable writing that 😅 please

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You were an all-star student. You were on top of everything, steadily making a name for yourself as a reliable, outstanding student and future lawyer. Some of your peers liked to call you Elle Woods, majorly for your beauty being a major asset of yours. But part of your exceeding academics was dedicating time to go to your professor’s office hours.

Some more so than others.

Mr. Renzi was the professor for your criminal justice course, and you had expected to stop by his office once in a while to have him look over your essay and work to see what you can improve on.

What you hadn’t expected was for him to be so… beautiful.

The first time you saw him in class, you forgot to take notes. You simply watched him as he taught, his intelligence was so seductive, and it just so happened to be paired with a voice like velvet and eyes that made your heart speed up when they met yours.

Unbeknownst to you, Vincent felt the same. Ever since that alluring first day of you simply watching him in your second-row seat, he always found his gaze gravitating towards you as your pen scratched along your paper, as you chewed gum, sipped from your water bottle, tucked your hair behind your ear, or made eye contact with him.

You went and visited him the first time about two weeks into the semester, wanting him to look over your first essay. There was an undeniable spark, but you simply brushed it off as a mutual educational acknowledgment. Anything you could do to not linger much on how much the simple brush of his hand against yours send electricity through your body.

Vincent once was going to ask you if you wanted to join him on his walk to his office, but that was the first time he saw him. You walked out of class, beelining with a large smile towards the open arms of some boy. Your laugh was bubbly and bright as he kissed your cheek, calling out his name. When his lips met yours, Vincent simply turned and walked away, cursing himself for not thinking about how obviously you wouldn’t be single-- you were pretty, smart, kind, and many more qualities that would have a line of boys waiting for a chance. He ran his fingers through his hair, internally kicking himself for letting himself get so unprofessional and daydreaming of his younger student, for being one of the men in line for a chance.

Well into the semester and after plenty of visits, you were more than a familiar face in Vincent’s office, instead one he looked forward to seeing. The visits had long stemmed past the looking over essays and now were small talking sessions between you and your professor.

This particular day, Vincent had you in his office, noticing how frazzled you seemed.

“You have a lot on your plate?” He asked, rolling his dress shirt’s sleeves up to his elbows. His suit jacket was hanging from the back of his seat, the comfort of his office and your presence giving him the leisure of being a little less work-appropriate with his attire.

You softly laugh, joking through the truth of your overwhelming schedule and workload, “More like it’s flowing off the table.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” Vincent nodded, his brows furrowing as he gave a small chuckle to your light joke. “Especially since I’m partly the cause of that.”

“No, no, I love your class, and being here with you is like a dream. It’s an escape.” You softly smile, shaking your head. “I have no need to mourn or worry when I’m here.”

His ears perked at your word choice. You were meticulous, so the choice in wording wasn’t a simple passing phrase. “Mourn? What is there to mourn?”

You hesitate, quietly sighing as you run your fingers through your hair. “My boyfriend broke up with me.”

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear.” He cooed,

Saying it aloud seemed to make you think of all the things you had to handle at once-- two different final group presentations, four different essays, processing your breakup, feeding yourself, feeding your cat, working part-time, endless research…

You didn’t even realize you were crying until you felt warm tears land on your hands that rested atop your lap. You let out a shaky breath, more tears falling before you could compose yourself. A quiet whimper slipped out, and you hid your face in your hands as you couldn’t help but softly sob.

“Shh, shh, mon biquet.” He shushed, standing from his desk and walking over to your seat. He knelt in front of you, reaching to move your hands away from your face and wipe away your tears with his thumbs. He whispered, his brows furrowing at the sight of you crying in front of him. “My lamb.”

He watched as the warm tears slipped from your eyes, his hands cupping your face as your gentle eyes met his. Putain, he thought, you’re even pretty when you cry. A soft noise slipped past your lips as you softly cried, sending an electric jolt through Vincent. The tears on his face made him want to comfort you, but also imagine how those noises would sound if you were underneath him. Would your soft whimpers sound the same as he felt the warmth of your skin? Would your tears encourage him to draw more and more pleasure from your body? He felt his heart race as he leaned in, kissing the teardrops that were caught on the apples of your cheeks.

Your breath hitched, unknowingly sending more of the electric feelings through Vincent’s bloodstream. The pecks on your cheek were only a whiff, but you were like a drug he was already fixed on.

“Shh, mon biquet,” He whispered, his kisses traveling from the tears on the apples of your cheeks down to your jawline. “Let me make you feel better.”

“Professor…” You whispered, your tears still rolling as your heart began to race. You instinctively rested your hands on his chest, your hands trembling at the immoral act occurring between you and your professor.

“Tell me if you don’t want me to,” He softly spoke, pulling away and placing his hands over yours that rested atop his chest. His eyes met yours as his brows furrowed slightly, a moment of vulnerability from your usually stoic professor. You held his livelihood in your gentle hands-- both occupationally, but also just as a man kneeling before a woman.

“Please,” You whisper, your eyes fluttering shut as your lip trembles, “Make me feel better.”

He couldn’t help but groan at your words, leaning in and connecting his lips to yours. He kissed you in a way that made you dizzy, a way no boy your age would be able to accomplish. It was feverish and hot, but also gentle and caring. He pulled away to lead you to your feet, your soft lips ghosting over his as you leaned in, wanting more of his unmatched kisses.

He smiled, giving you more kisses as he held onto your hips, pushing away his papers as he lead you to sit atop his desk. You softly gasp into his mouth, registering that he’s slowly pushing up your skirt. You blush as he kisses along your jawline, remembering you didn’t wear undershorts today, settling on just black underwear.

Vincent didn’t mind, adjusting you so you sat on the desk so he could pull your underwear down your legs. He settled between your legs, kissing to the top of your blouse before kneeling down to begin kissing down your pubic bone. You blushed and bit your bottom lip, trying not to squeeze your thighs shut out of embarrassment and smother your handsome criminal justice professor.

He settled as he finally reached your cunt, his fingers spreading you open to see the wetness that had formed just from his kisses. He smirked to himself, leaning in and placing soft kisses onto your clit. Just a little stimulation like that, and he heard soft moans of pleasure from above. They were a little muffled, and he looked up to see you hiding your mouth behind your hand.

Taking it as a challenge, he wrapped his arms around your thighs, fully allowing himself to dwell in your warm cunt and give you enough pleasure to be unable to hide your noises.

His age showed in his experience, bringing you to your orgasm after barely two minutes into the affair. “Proff- oh, God-- Professor…!” You gasped, feeling your climax forming in your abdomen.

“Let it happen, my lamb.” He murmured against your clit, coaxing you even closer. Just as you cried out, practically biting down onto your hand to try and stay quiet, he slipped two of his fingers into your warmth. You couldn’t silence the moan that slipped past your lips, your legs pressing lightly against his head as the overstimulation made the pleasure reach a peak in your body.

You quickly learned, however, Vincent was not a one-and-done type of man. He kept you on that high as long as he could, even going as far to push the peak higher and higher as he coaxed a few more orgasms out of you, all while chuckling and murmuring praises against your skin. Your lip trembled as your legs tensed on either side of his head, your breath shaky as the overstimulation brought back the warm tears in your eyes. You mewled, tugging at his hair to wordlessly plead with him, sniffling as a few warm tears slipped from your eyes.

“Just like that, mon biquet,” He groaned, his hands tightening their hold on your soft thighs as he watched you cry, “One more, I promise.”

You whimpered and moaned as he lead you towards another orgasm, this one being the farthest you’d traveled in terms of pleasure. His fingers worked at massaging your walls, his mouth suckling and placing kitten licks onto your clit. He worked you farther and farther until he felt the familiar tense around his fingers, your will giving up as your thighs trapped him between the plush muscles.

You writhed against the desk as you clenched your thighs together, his promise a stretch of truth as he worked you through your last climax. Your thighs relaxed and he gently pulled away, both of you panting as the room was hot with sex and rounds of overstimulation.

“Thank you, professor.” You softly spoke, feeling shy as you pushed down your skirt to hide your exposed pussy. “I… I wasn’t expecting that.”

“I should thank you.” He grinned, standing from where he knelt between your legs. He straightened his clothes, trying to be subtle in the way he fixed his erection. He wiped his mouth with his hand, “I, er… haven’t had a meal like that in a while.”

You shyly smiled, standing from the desk and placing a quick peck onto his cheek. He grinned, his hands moving to hold your waist again. “We should plan another… ahem, one-on-one tutoring session again. Come again on Thursday, the same time, if you would like another lesson.”

“Of course, professor.” You smiled, blushing at the idea of another sexual endeavor with your handsome criminal justice professor.

“Please, call me Vincent.” He grinned, reaching into his pocket. He pulled out the little black fabric, handing you back your underwear. “Anything for my best student.”

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sunnylands-world · 1 year

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Neon green

Pairing: draco x fem reader

Summary: you and the rest of the students have graduated from Hogwarts but when you come back things change for you and your enemy...

Word count: 823

Warning: p in v, talks of Dead people, enemies to lovers in my very bad style of writing 😬

Universe: Harry Potter

A/n: I hope you like this. I'm extremely sorry for the wait. I hate making my requesters wait weeks for a fanfiction but I hope I make it worth the wait for you guys. Love you all 💗

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You never were sure how you hated him; and you were even less sure as you heavily inhaled his scent, trying to grasp onto something in this reality as he buried himself inside you. None of it would be fitting as you think back to days where you chewed your lip in frustration and your fist balled at your side. A part of your heart was set ablaze looking into his eyes. Not from love but from sadness.

He'd been so ugly to others and yet he had moments that put a twist in your chest like a sad movie. The sad blonde boy was a bully. He was beautiful though, intelligent and loyal to those he was actually close to. You friends so suffered from his torture would be disgusted and you wanted to say sorry but the only thing leaving your mouth was cries of pleasure.

Can someone's good qualities really weigh more than their bad ones?

Your eyes glazed with tears of endearment and your body shook in the intense intimacy of it all. His breath was shallow like he'd pass out. All those years of pain and yet he still managed to make you feel like you needed to hold him, care for him.

"I've wanted you for so long" he sighed, hands beside your head gently holding him above you. You were trapped, not only with this position but inside. A piece of you always fighting for him even after he hurt people.

When you saw him across the lot his blue eyes gleamed by the tree he used to sit in and his hand rested on the old bark. You couldn't stop yourself from walking his way. You did so stubbornly, walking slowly like being near him made your blood boil but when he saw you he looked guilty.

you chewed the inside of your cheek to fight your curiosity, the burn to care. Remember what he did, remember he hurt your friends, your thoughts repeated and soon you were biting your cheek enough to fill your mouth with the coin taste of blood. How could you be near him after what he did? How could you walk over here like he wasn't responsible for deaths? How could you even breathe his air?

Breathe his air

"I'm sorry" he moaned softly, seeing the tears in your eyes and you only whined in response. You were dancing in flames and ice. It felt so good but made you burn with guilt as he slammed harder. If he could bring you pleasure and make you forget he'd do so until he was the only thing buried in your thoughts. Your hands moved to his back and hissed. It took you a while to realize you were breaking the skin.

Were you pulling him deeper inside your sensitive walls or trying to hurt him?

The tears falling from your eyes could have been from pleasure or sadness for your friends who will never breathe again. He didn't stop you as drew blood from his pale skin he only leaned in closer to your neck. His wet tongue touches you lightly along with his Breath. He kissed you softly, whispering about how he hoped you'd forgive him but he'd cuss every now and then as clenched around him or when his tip, just as sensitive as you, hit the soft spot inside you.

Your head falls back giving him more access to your neck as you soft moans fill the air. You were stung like a trader as you called out to him wrapping your legs around his waist. It was like swimming in a pond of lust. Cold water felt heated, the deepest, dirtiest things said out loud and did as god watched from above. Part of you knew you should stop and beg for forgiveness but it felt so good and so intense as it rushed through your veins.

You floated in the river hunger for more, dripping for anyone willing to offer you touch and in walks Draco Malfoy making you weaker with every whisper and touch of his finger tip. His blonde hair was sweaty like his skin and you know the cuts you made would burn. He was so beautiful like this, desperate for you and groaning and grunting as he went deeper. It was almost evil how he ruined you, chasing his end.

In this moment you loved him with the burn in your belly and hated him with your thoughts. This was the start of a wildfire, so much trouble would be caused but this is why they called bad boys troublemakers. Once you get a taste of the sweet heaven, lord knows he'd never hear you ask for him again unless you were screaming his name while committing a sin.

Everyone wants to go to heaven but you experienced it on earth and you hated how good it felt Cumming for the enemy…

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unique-high · 4 months

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NCT 127 X S/O With locs

REQUESTED: NCT127 x S/O with locs

a/n: God, I'm sorry I'm just now getting to this. It's been on my to do list. But I'm finally here with it. But side note, each members s/o comes with a different shade of blue. I don't know the members well this is my first time writing a NCT 127 ot9 request so my reaction may not be as accurate to them.

side note: wasn't really sure how to write this without it being repetitive and boring but I still hope it's somewhat good.

another side note: I don't have locs so what I'm writing is based on YouTube videos I've watched and drawn inspiration from and also Pinterest.

ANOTHER SIDE NOTE, DAMN: I finished this around 6:35 am. The imagine went different ways, nevertheless, I hope the requester enjoys the brief moments between reader and ot9.

NOT PROOF READ MAY BE SOME GRAMMATICAL MISTAKES BUT STILL READABLE.

JOHNNY: you have been doing your retwist for a couple of hours in between sessions you'd watch Netflix, FaceTime johnny when he was on break from dance practice, ordered something to eat because you were too tired to even try to fix something to eat. And by the time Johnny came home you were just about done with your retwist.

“Oh wow.” Johnny said when he see's the color of your locs. “That color looks good on you.”

“You think so?”

“Oh yeah. It compliments you.”

The color you dyed your locs was a pretty Cerulean blue. After your locs were done, you added some cute hair jewelry some locs.

Johnny was checking out his hair in the mirror. “Do you want to dye mine so we can match?”

“Your stylist won't chew you out, will they?”

“If they I don't care. I want to match with my baby.”

MARK: he's seen you do your retwist before and knows how time consuming it can be. Mark would feed you and make sure you have plenty of water and when your arms get tired, he gives little massages. Your locs were bleached and ready for color.

“I have two different blues,” you tell your boyfriend. “Which one is your favorite, Indigo blue or baby blue?”

“Baby blue.”

“I'm feeling baby blue too.”

“Do you need any help?” Mark just wants to make things a little easier for you.

You happily nodded with a smile. Mark knew a little something about locs since you taught him. Plus, he saw this as quality time and another way of bonding with you.

DOYOUNG: “You don't gotta stay with me baby, it's gonna take some hours for her to get me colored, retwisted, and styled.” You tell Doyoung.

This was his first time going with you to a hair appointment. It was his day off and he didn't have anything better to do than drive you to your loctician and wait for you.

“But I want to stay,” he said, slightly pouting.

The salon was filled with other women getting their hair done too. One woman who was getting a wig installed gushed over you and Doyoung.

Your loctician gets you right and now it was deciding on the color. You decided to do the back of your locs sapphire blue and the front locs ocean blue.

Doyoung was on his phone most of the time, but he would check on you making sure you were good. He ran out to get you your favorite food since you would be sitting under the hair dryer for some hours.

“Do you think the colors look good on me?”

“They do. The colors just add to your beauty.”

“Boy, stop.” you laughed.

Doyoung playfully rolled his eyes saying, “I can't help it that my girlfriend's beauty is something magnificent.”

JAEHYUN: When he hears the 90s R&B music playing from the living room, he knows what today is. Retwist day. You spent a good three days preparing for this day. Giving yourself a prep talk because doing your own retwist wasn't for the weak.

“Tell me I got this, baby,” you whined to Jaehyun.

He kissed your forehead. “You got this. Just think about the end results. You know you're going to feeling yourself.”

You laughed saying, “You right. You right.”

Jaehyun kisses your lips this time and tells you bye since he is going to play basketball with the guys at the gym.

From morning until noon, you were still at your hair. You hadn't planned on styling it. Just a color and retwist. But you saw this cute style on Pinterest and decided why the hell not.

“Y/n I'm home.” Jaehyun yelled when he seen you weren't in the living room.

“Bathroom!”

He goes to the bathroom,leaning on the door door frame.

“What do you think?” You asked eagerly.

You had your locs in two space buns. With two locs in the front out with gold hair jewelry. Your locs were powder blue.

“I love it. You look so freaking cute.” Jaehyun reaches out and gently tugged you to him. “But it's a shame it'll only get messed up.”

You give your boyfriend a look. “And what does that mean, jae?”

He smirks pulling you to the bedroom.

“Oh no.” you protest. “Not when I spent hours on this!”

TAEYONG: he helps you on the days you did your retwist. He took a class on locs so he could be able to help you. That's how dedicated he was to helping you. After you bleached your locs. You sat in the chair while Taeyong prepared you for the color. You were dying your locs luxe blue.

“So, do you have a boyfriend?” Taeyong jokes with you.

“Um, actually I do.”

“Can he fight?”

“You tryna fight my man, sir?”

“If it means taking you out on a date. Then yeah beautiful.”

He always joked with you like this while doing your hair. After the color and the wash. You talked about what kind of style you wanted to do. It was just something simple. A half up/half down. It was giving “New Me”

And your boyfriend had to take pictures to post on his IG. He made sure you looked good in the pictures because he knew you hated it when he took the most outlandish pictures of you and posted them. But to him, he thought you looked good in all the photos.

He takes a picture of you with the caption: GUESS WHO ATE?🤪

TAEIL: Like Mark, Taeil likes the quality time he gets to spend with you while you're doing your hair. He's curious though. He asks a lot of questions like “Why do you have crotch hooks sometimes?” or “How come you don't do a retwist all the time?” and you're always more than glad to answer your boyfriend's questions and explain things to him.

“Have you thought about what color you're going to dye your hair?” Taeil asks you.

“I was thinking Sky blue or Cool blue.”

“Sky blue would look lovely.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah! But anything on you looks lovely.”

Your face grew warm at his words. Dang, this man really knew how to make you feel good about yourself.

“Want to help with the color?”

“Sure. Just show me what I need to do.”

These were the little moments that Taeil enjoyed with you. Just standing in the bathroom applying color to your hair while you asked him about how he was feeling. You always made it a point to ask him about his mental because you know how draining his job can be.

YUTA: he was gone most of the day while you were busy with your hair. You would send him pictures letting him know how the progress was going and taking slight breaks when needed. You decided to surprise your boyfriend when he got home. Yuta once had a style where he had white hair with blue streaks and you wanted to recreate that.

You styled your locs in this cute little style with two ponytails and a side bang.

When you hear Yuta come into the apartment, you call for him to come to the bathroom. You were in the middle of doing your baby hairs.

“Oh wow.” he said. “Blue and white? Reminds of a color I had.”

“You were my inspo boy.”

“Really?”

“Yes.” you turned fully to look at Yuta.

He was busy checking out your new style. “This style is cute,” he said. “My hair is sort of long enough. Let's match styles.”

“You for real?”

“I want to look cute too, girl.” Yuta winks at you.

HAECHAN: “Just say you want to be my twin, y/n.” he teases you, poking you in your side while you're trying to apply dye to your locs.

“I really don't haechan.”

“Then why are you dying your hair blue like mine.”

“first off, my blue is a different shade than yours.”

“Still blue, y/n.”

“Electric blue.”

“Okay?” he poked you again. “Like I said, still blue.”

“Why are you annoying me while I'm trying to do my hair?”

“Cause I'm bored and If I don't annoy you I'll die.”

“Go die in the corner.”

“Y/n if I did die you'll be sobbing your pretty little eyes out.”

“Nah. Now go die.”

“No.” he poked you repeatedly until you burst out laughing getting hair dye on you and him. “Are you going to style the locs?”

“I was thinking of doing a simple, classic back ponytail.”

“Mmm.”

“What?”

“Oh, nothing.” he smirks.

“Nah, I hear it in your voice there is something.”

“You're gonna have your locs pulled back. Maybe we can do something.”

“Something like what, Haechan?”

“It has job in it.”

“Oh, boy hell nah.”

JUNGWOO: You were sitting between Jungwoo legs as he helped you style your locs. You wanted a side ponytail and jungwoo was oddly good at doing them, he even could lay your baby hairs too. Your locs were midnight blue. Your boyfriend helped with picking the color since you really couldn't decide between sea foam green or midnight blue. Midnight blue was the winner.

“Okay, all done!” Jungwoo gives you the hand mirror.

“The retwist and style got me feeling fresh.” you turned your side to side in the mirror. “You did your thang. The color is so pretty on me too!”

Jungwoo smiles feeling proud of himself. “Yeah, I did that!” he pulls out his phone. “Here, let me take pictures. I have to show you off to the guys.”

“Don't. They may fall in love with my beauty.” you say all dramatically making your boyfriend laugh.

“How many times can a person fall in love with the same person? Cause honestly I've fallen in love you with you so many times.”

“Oh, really?” you tilt your head back to look at Jungwoo.

He smiles at you, bringing his face down closer to yours. “Really.” jungwoo softly whispered. “I never want to stop falling in love with you, y/n.”

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If You Love Me | pt.2

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

~ The Next Morning

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

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

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

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

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

"Hey," you smiled back.

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

"Not sorry," you gave a devilish grin.

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

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

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

"You're so dramatic," He chuckled.

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

Mark's adorable laugh filled the kitchen.

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

"Now can we eat?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Like what?" You asked innocently.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Shit!!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Destination: LAX - SKG

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

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

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

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

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

You blushed. "This is romantic, Markie."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Mark, this is incredible."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Which side of the bed you want?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"And…why would you be stopping yourself?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

What?

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

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

"I love you too."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You blushed and pressed your cheek against his warm palms.

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

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

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

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

"Ready to watch the show?" Mark stared out at the sea, his face outlined by the glow of the setting sun.

"Let's go," You squeezed Mark's hand.

The two of you walked back out of town, back towards the intimate comfort of your rented villa. Together, you followed a cobblestone walkway carved into the back of the house and led down to the beach. Your breath hitched when the water came into sight as it glittered a brilliant gold in the evening light. The surface was still and you could almost see each grain of sand beneath the reflection.

As you both reached the last few cobblestones, you set your shoes aside. Mark let go of your hand and looked you in the eyes. His gaze was intense, unyielding, and sent your pulse racing.

"Don't get mad at me," Mark's gaze didn't falter, "But I'm gonna give you your surprise now."

"Another one??" You rolled your eyes, secretly enjoying the ongoing spoiling. "You spoiling me a lot, babe." Mark approached you and wrapped an arm around you, leading you down the next couple of steps towards the ground floor.

"All worth it," Mark reassured. "Close your eyes." Mark chuckled, playing the guide. You obeyed and covered your eyes with both hands. Mark placed a hand on your back, leading you down onto the soft, fine, and warm sands.

You giggled lightly at the contrast of the warm sand to your skin. It felt so different to you as you savored each texture under your feet as they dug into the sand with each step. You loved the sounds and how it felt to be walking on sand.

"Where are we going?" A cool sea breeze blew around Mark and yourself, kissing your bare shoulders as it gently sent your sundress ruffling against your skin. Mark gently nudged you to stand still in one area.

"Okay open your eyes," Mark removed your hands from over your eyes.

You opened your eyes to see the beautiful view in front of you: an elegant setting on the cove, with a bottle of champagne on the white-clothed table, along with candles all around. Mark had even decorated the area with strings of fairy lights that hung around the poles for privacy, illuminating the table underneath the orange sky. You covered your mouth.

"Surprised?" Mark chuckled, gently nudging you. You spun to face him with wide, sparkling eyes and threw yourself into Mark's chest, hugging him tightly.

"Mark... this is... so beautiful". Tears began to well in your eyes.

Mark chuckled again. His chest rumbled as he wrapped an arm around your back in a comfortable snug.

Mark cleared his throat, pulling your attention back. "Okay, okay, don't go crying on me yet". His smile never faded as his arm left your shoulders and then gestured towards the table, allowing you to take a closer look. You slowly made your way over with Mark following behind. A silver bucket filled halfway with ice held a bottle of wine. The label read Dom Perignon Rose Champagne Gold Label Rosé- a famous champagne from Champagne, France. Your hands cupped over your mouth.

"Mark.. How much was this bottle of wine..?? It's super expensive".

"Nah, the label alone is expensive but the wine is like... I'm not gonna tell you the price. Knowing you, You're gonna scold me even more".

You slapped Mark gently on his shoulders a few times for spoiling you as Mark caught your wrists in his hand. "Hey, we got to celebrate". Mark silenced your scolding by planting a kiss on the back of your palm. Mark motioned for you to take a seat, which you gladly obeyed. The sun began to sink further into the ocean, painting the sky with its final shades.

Mark popped open the bottle poured a glass of sparkling rosé liquid into the two crystal glasses and handed it over to you before seating himself next to you.

Mark chuckled "Okay before I do the toast, stop. Just stare at that sky over there first."

You lifted your head to where Mark was referring to. Your lips slightly parted as you stared, mesmerized by how it glimmered a bright orange color in the sunset. A golden sparkle came off of each wave that crashed on the shore as the salty winds whipped through the atmosphere.

"The sunset is pretty."

"Yeah. Sure is pretty" Mark stared at you intensely, "The prettiest sight ever." Mark gazed upon your face, glowing in the evening light as his eyes took in every inch of your beauty. His eyes danced around every feature of your face; your eyes, lips, your cheekbones. He stared intently at your beautiful pink lips with a gleam of want and neediness in his eye as you snapped back to Mark. You realized that he was gazing upon you instead of the sunset.

You took another sip of the champagne, its bubbles tickling your nose. "This feels like a fairy tale..." You continued, "I'm having such a wonderful time with you. Thank you for this."

Mark looked thoughtful. "Don't thank me yet." You scrunched your face at Mark.

"You mean.. there's something else? Mark- How much did you prep-"

"Shhh," Mark shushed you by gently placing two fingers over your lips as you giggled. You were met with silence as you looked at Mark. He smiled softly and tipped his wine glass against his lips. "Remember when we first met?"

You raised an eyebrow at Mark, confused as to where Mark was heading.

Mark continued. "Remember that time... when we talked for the first time. It was during Jackson's birthday party in LA. You went as a plus one to one of his friends."

Mark took a quick breath before continuing, "I couldn't keep my eyes off you..." His words were filled with admiration, as his hand traveled to yours, rubbing soothing circles as your heartbeat raced at Mark's next words.

"And after the party, Jackson introduced me to you for the first time, you said my name with such... shyness, I wanted you so badly." Mark blushed heavily at his confession and squeezed your hand. "I'll never forget the way you stared at me... your beautiful eyes..."

His eyes met yours as your mouth parted, taking in what Mark confessed. Mark squeezed your hand tighter with both hands before continuing. "After the party ended, Jackson left but not before giving me the chance to be alone with you." Mark smiled wider. "And I drove you back to your friend's apartment."

You started to put the pieces of this long story together and smiled. Mark smiled back shyly and took another gulp before setting down the glass, reaching to play with the cuff of his sleeve.

"That car ride...we were both awkward at first, but we made good conversation and I thought you were so charming and funny. The more I got to know you, the more I wanted to hold you, to touch you-" Mark smiled warmly before blushing even more. "But I held it all in." Mark finally spilled, releasing the breath that he was holding back from a rush of excitement.

His words made your heart melt at his words, causing a rush of adrenaline to shoot through your chest. You bit down on your bottom lip and glanced down.

Mark gently took your palm into his, bringing you back to look into his deep brown eyes. "I had to be patient until I made my girl." Mark spoke slowly with a meaningful stare. “But I haven't quite made you my girl yet, huh?" Mark gazed into the sky with his deep brown pools while tightening his grasp around your palm, leaving no space between the two of you, now sitting side by side.

Mark shuffled in his pocket, met your gaze, his gaze intense, with want and love behind his eyes. His face, contorted with shyness and vulnerability as he parted his lips and uttered, "Will you marry me?"

Mark flipped open the black box to reveal a beautiful sparkling gold ring, with your birthstone resting in the middle. The sunset caught the reflection of Mark's face in the ocean waves as Mark anxiously awaited your answer.

You covered your lips again as happy, sweet tears began to cascade your cheeks. With a tremble, you managed out,

"... yes, I will". Mark let out a deep breath he had been holding in as you cried tears of joy. Mark quickly stood and threw his arms over your shoulders. Mark rested his hand on the back of your head, embracing you tightly in a firm, warm hug as tears began to flow as well. He quickly peppered loving, soft kisses around your ear and jaw as you both sniffed and chuckled. Mark quickly and gently lifted you in the air, spinning your body around as your toes left the sand below your feet.

"I was worried for a sec," Mark whispers before resting his forehead against yours after gliding the ring on your finger. "I thought I wouldn't be able to get the words out. You still make me nervous." Mark closed his eyes and wrapped both his arms around the back of your waist while staring longingly and passionately at your face, relishing your features as tears cascaded your skin.

"You were amazing, I loved it!" You lifted your finger admiring your ring in the light. "And, Mark, my ring, it's so beautiful.. I can't believe you remembered my birthstone." Mark blushed at your flattering remarks, bashfully lowering his head as you began to caress his cheek. You placed your nose under his as he intertwined his arms under your arms. With tears streaming down your cheeks, you whispered, "Mark..." He felt goosebumps instantly all over his body as he savored the sound of his name leaving your mouth.

Click!

Mark quickly turned his head with a sharp jerk toward where he thought he heard a familiar sound. Mark quickly shielded your face with his palm as he heard the constant snapping of what sounded like several pictures being taken. The once peaceful beach setting was suddenly disrupted by the presence of strangers taking candid pictures. They hid behind bushes as the clicking of their cameras began to ring in Mark's ear like a relentless pest.

"Shit…" Mark exclaimed and wrapped his arms tightly around you. "Cameras...".

"Hey," You placed your hands on his chest. "Don't worry about them." You briefly glanced over Mark's shoulders.

"But, our proposal pictures are going to be online..." Mark sighed. "This isn't how I pictured this at all". Mark pressed his forehead to yours.

"Mark," You tilted his chin so that your gazes met and lifted yourself to reach his height by tip-toeing. You kissed his cheek and planted soft kisses around the crook of his ear. "Let them," You whispered into his ear softly. "The love of my life just asked me to be his wife. Nothing can ruin this."

You ran your fingers up his nape and teased Mark by leaning in closer to his face, planting a soft, teasing kiss in between Mark's puffed lips as both of your eyes slowly shut. Mark smirked against your lips and let out a soft hum before pressing his lips forward for a brief moment. "C'mere wifey."

Without a second thought, Mark bent down and lifted you with two firm hands supporting the backs of your thighs; the soft sea breeze softly ruffled Mark's hair as he carried your body effortlessly toward the water. You squealed excitedly as you felt the cool water creep up to your waist as Mark held you in the water. His arms pulled you close enough that you could feel his racing heartbeat. You wrapped your arms around Mark's neck.

"I can't believe we're getting married..."

You blushed while resting your head against Mark's neck and wrapping your legs around Mark's torso under the waves, causing his neck to tense underneath your lips. Mark smiled, looking upward with glossy eyes as he cherished the sounds of your giggles. Mark felt the tightness in his chest grow more evident as the sun faded below the horizon. Your fingers ran themselves through the back of Mark's hair as the moonlight shone around your silhouettes. You felt your fingertips slightly brushing against the back of Mark's neck in a feather-like motion while feeling his shoulders rise and fall. You both waded in the water for a while, watching the last rays of sunshine disappear over the horizon. The clicks of the cameras faded out, neither of you even noticing they were there anymore. Mark looked down at you, his brown eyes sparkling in the last beams of light that were left.

"So are you going to stare at me all night?" You teased him.

"I can stare at my fiance all I want," Mark whispered into your neck as he continued embracing you, sending shivers down your spine. "Especially when she's this beautiful." Hearing the word 'fiance' coming out of his lips felt so surreal, and it left your heart hammering in your chest. Mark's words were accompanied by kisses trailing up your neck, tickling your cheek, and finally reaching the corner of your mouth, causing you to gasp. He pressed his mouth onto yours, kissing you deeply, pulling you as close to him as possible. His touch was no longer shy or hesitant but it became daring and confident. He kissed you gently, but passionately as if savoring the kiss. When you felt his tongue graze your lower lip, you parted your lips to invite him in. Your own eagerness stunned you.

You pulled away, flustered. A soft whimper of disappointment escaped your lips. It felt like you couldn't control your actions. He was slowly losing control too, and that was the thought driving you wild. You searched his eyes for confirmation and were greeted with a smile and a nod. You brushed your fingers across his face, tracing the outline of his jaw. Your body pressed flush against his. It was Mark's turn to moan now. The sound escaped him in a sexy husky whisper. "You're really pushing it, babe."

You felt him shift under you, tightening the hold on your body, as his hands slid further up your thighs in the water. Your own hands found his nape, allowing Mark to easily take control of the kiss. Your breath hitched for a second when his mouth began to descend across your cheek, to your neck again, placing heated, wet kisses behind your ear.

With Mark's arms snaked around your waist, he lifts you effortlessly out of the water and carries you back to the villa, away from prying eyes and the cool breeze of the beach, and back into the warmth of the house. You wrapped your legs around his waist, afraid to slip down. Mark's lips never left your neck and you buried your hands in his hair, drinking in his scent. He closed the distance between the beach and the front door quickly, holding you with one arm and gently pushing the door with his free hand. Clumsily he turned the doorknob and pressed on the wood with his shoulder. As soon as you were inside, the kiss grew hungry and eager. Mark slammed the door with his back, barely managing to keep you steady with one arm.

You both burst into the bedroom, still locked in a deep, passionate kiss. Mark lowers you onto the bed and pulls back slowly, breaking your kiss. You moan softly into his mouth at the sudden separation. With your breath quickened you scan your fiancé's face and take note of the fire in his eyes as he takes in your disheveled appearance. He wants you, that much is obvious, but this was different.

"Baby?" You breathed. "You okay?"

He looked at you with such reverence and then took a few breaths in and out before speaking. "I love you so much." His gaze meets yours as he places his index finger under your chin and strokes your cheek with his thumb, holding his hand in the place where it previously resided, before he breaks out in a breathtaking grin. "And now that you're finally my fiance, I can't stop thinking about making absolute love to you." His voice drops an octave and you swear you see his irises darken, before they slide up and down your body, stopping briefly at certain points to commit to memory. He crawls over you to wrap an arm around your waist, pressing your body against his.

"I don't wanna just fuck you tonight," You shivered at his breath against your sensitive ear. "Tonight, I'm gonna love on every part of you," Your toes curled at his words, as you clung to his shirt for support. His words are warm and you feel a gush of wetness spread across your already soaking underwear.

"I'm not gonna stop until you tell me to."

You shuddered.

Mark gently places his other hand against your cheek and draws closer until the warmth of his soft lips were mere inches away. He traced kisses down your jawline before pressing his mouth firmly against your lips. He was thorough and sensual, but there was also a hint of something deeper. It took a moment before it clicked - hunger, ravenous hunger.

"It was so hard looking at you in this dress," Mark said huskily, brushing his lips on your shoulder. "I almost didn't wanna leave the house after seeing you in it." Mark pushed your shoulder strap off your shoulders while eyeing you lustfully, holding your gaze.

"Take it off me then."

Mark complied without missing a beat; his soft fingers slowly pulled them down your shoulders, leaving goosebumps wherever he touched.

His mouth opened slightly while admiring what was in front of his eyes. His gaze was focused on your breasts while he bit his lip; the sight was enough to get you hot and bothered.

You laid there, on the bed, wearing nothing more than your panties, as his gaze devoured every part of you. His eyes settled for the moment on your breasts. The wide smirk on his face was apparent. He pressed himself down and buried his face between your chest and taking a moment to inhale the scent.

He couldn't control himself. The smell was so intoxicating that Mark attacked the underside of your breasts, trailing kisses across their sensitive flesh until his hot mouth reached your already hardened nubs and took them into his mouth one at a time. Your nipples were between his soft, wet lips, and every second spent pleasuring them got more intense by the minute.

His right hand reached for the other mound and gave it a light squeeze before taking it into his hand.

"Mmm...Mark..." you whimpered softly at his actions.

You writhe beneath him as your hips unconsciously thrust upwards, seeking some sort of contact. Mark gave one final kiss to the underside of each breast, leaving your hardened nubs swollen and coated with a sheen of saliva before turning back to your face. He hovered above you while holding himself up by his hands so his body wouldn't put all its weight down on you. He ran the tip of his tongue across his upper lip while savoring the look in your eyes - lust and need.

"Mm. Mm. Mm." He smirked, shaking his head a bit as he continued holding eye contact with you.

"Tease..." You glared, pursing your lips before you ran one of your fingers down his clothed chest, tracing the toned stomach that his thin white button- up did nothing to conceal.

He smiled lovingly at your reaction before removing his shirt by slowly inching it up his abdomen and pulling it over his head without breaking eye contact once during the entire process. You glanced downwards once it was discarded to one side. Mark lowered his hips down and pressed his toned body against you, placing one elbow on the mattress to support his weight.

"I haven't even started teasing you yet." He leaned into your ear, sending goosebumps down your neck. Mark shifted until his erection pressed against your heated core, and you couldn't help but close your eyes, inhaling sharply and clutching at Mark's bicep. His lips found yours for a passionate kiss while simultaneously grinding himself against your clothed center.

You moaned softly while throwing your arms around his backside, pulling him closer. The friction was almost unbearable; all this teasing made you feel as though you might explode.

Mark released your bottom lip and proceeded downwards while pressing butterfly kisses against every available patch of skin he could get a hold of. His soft lips traveled across your throat leaving a trail of fire burning everywhere they touched. You threw your head back onto the pillows as soon as they left. Your fingers dug deeply into the mattress with clenched fists.

His hand dipped underneath the thin fabric to cup your heated center. You instinctively bucked your hips upwards into Mark's hand as he brushed his fingers across your hot folds. You moaned softly, turning your face sideways as he pressed two fingers deeper into your sopping opening and began tracing circular patterns across your slit. Mark parted your slick lips with deft, slender fingers and pushed further until it was at the entrance to your tight core.

His index and middle fingers teasing your aching passage were driving you mad; a bit more than he already did with how sexy he looked. You leaned forward, trying to sink his fingers into your yearning core, only to have Mark remove his hand immediately and deny you further pleasure. He chuckled lightly.

"Not yet."

You whined, as his hand went up your side, up to your jawline. Mark grabbed your chin between his thumb and forefinger and forced your mouth open just enough for his tongue to enter. Mark dominated you easily with the way his tongue worked its way around yours. It was just like a dance that he knew by heart. As the kiss grew heavier, and more passionate by the minute, you felt his bulging hard-on throb in the confines of his pants, pressing against your leg, needing to be touched. Mark growled into your mouth as his hands traveled all over your body until they stopped at the thin, delicate band that sat on your waist.

"I wonder...just how wet you are for me." His hands circled around and hooked their way around the thin piece of fabric that separated your wet pussy from his bare hand and pulled, tearing it right off you before tossing it on the floor behind him with a smirk.

Your hands gripped Mark's muscular arms as your nails dug into the skin of his forearms, leaving marks behind in their wake.

Mark took advantage of the new freedom and pushed your legs apart and found your wetness once more. This time however, Mark plunged his middle and ring fingers inside, eliciting a sharp cry of pleasure escaping your mouth which was muffled by another searing kiss. You threw back your head against the pillows in response as Mark quickly moved his hand back and forth to increase stimulation while hitting the most sensitive points possible. His fingers drove you closer to your climax with each thrust before he removed them.

"Ah!" You cried out at his retreat, disappointed when his warmth was absent. You lifted your head off the sheets to see his face grinning evilly, his body looming over yours as he brought both soaked digits close enough for his tongue to brush against the tips. Mark pushed both fingers between his lips and slowly, sensually lapped up your juices in slow circular motions while maintaining eye contact with you until he was finished. You heard the clink of his belt being unbuckled, then he kicked his pants off and your eyes grew wide at what was in front of your eyes.

He took hold of your thighs and spread your legs, completely exposing you before his erection came into view, hanging over you. Mark traced his length, gripping it gently and gave a few, teasing strokes from the base to the tip until his cock glistened. Mark smiled smugly after noticing your face was flushed and eyes widened in anticipation. Mark stroked the tip against your folds, parting them and got some pleasure from the friction and he teased your entrance with slow, slow strokes. He knew how it turned you on. You bit on your lower lip to stop yourself from moaning, and Mark couldn't hold himself back. You whimpered again when Mark continued sliding up and down, over and over, without inserting it once, eliciting whines of frustration coming out of his fiancé's mouth as you looked at Mark through hooded eyes. Your expression gave way to desperation and want as you couldn't bear the ache any longer.

You thrashed wildly trying to get him to slip. You couldn't take it anymore.

"Mark please..."

He could tell, and Mark had mercy on you, pressing harder on your entrance and using his thumb to rub on the bundle of nerves that stood erect above you, making your body tremble.

Without warning, he slid inside, inch by inch slowly filling your walls and stretching them out till every little space had been stuffed with his length and you gripped him tightly, resulting in him letting out a gasp that turned into a deep, feral groan when he felt how tight you were around him. Mark watched carefully at his actions, trying to savor each moment of how his manhood disappeared into your core, seeing the juices squirting out whenever he pulled out slightly. His pace increased drastically the instant he sensed a familiar warmth coursing through every vein.

"Fuckkkkk," Mark exclaimed through gritted teeth after he was fully enveloped within your heat until you could feel his tip kissing at the entrance of your cervix. Once you were full and stretched open wide, you lay on the bed completely blissed out while you ached from the sudden intrusion. "Damn…babe" Mark said with labored breaths before his face buried itself on top of your neck so that both sides of it were smothered into your skin as he whispered, "Do you know…how much it drives me crazy…hearing those sounds you make?" His breath made you shudder, causing vibrations through his shaft.

"M-Mark...I.." You whimpered softly as his shaft grazed the delicate bundle of nerves on the way out and Mark dug his nails deeper into the smooth skin of your hips before slowly drilling all of his shaft back into you until he was hilt deep. Your legs were lifted over the crook of his arms and held in place against Mark's broad shoulders to provide more leverage while Mark continued thrusting you deeply. He bent his head down until his warm breath tingled against your skin and nibbled at the delicate skin of your collarbone between pants. Mark closed his eyes tightly every time you gripped tightly onto him. Your walls clung around him like he didn't have to withdraw. You continued clinging on tightly, relishing how big and delicious Mark was. It felt so amazing and breathtaking, that you couldn't control yourself anymore and you pulled him in closer by wrapping an arm around the nape of his neck. You pressed your face into the crook of his, your breath hot and fast on his skin.

"You feel so amazing, baby," He panted. "I don't know if I can keep going this slow…You feel too fucking good, " He grunted before breaking into another groan after thrusting roughly into your slick entrance. You held each other with one arm and clawed at Mark's muscular arm while your head pressed further into the crook of his neck, both savoring the feeling. Your other hand squeezed Mark's tight, muscular back as if he could go even further, while your legs stayed in place over his shoulders. Mark hissed when he felt your nails claw at his back which only made him snap his hip and start pounding into you ruthlessly, causing you to yelp with every thrust. A sense of fulfillment overwhelmed you as if your body had finally been deprived of what it desired for months and it felt as though his thick rod was enough to push you over the edge already.

Mark noticed your rapid breathing as his lips continued ghosting the sensitive skin behind your ears and his thrusts grew faster, much faster. His pace had become unstoppable. A new wave of adrenaline seemed to have taken over. He leaned in close and started suckling on the tip of your right nipple before taking the entire nub between his teeth while his large hand palmed your left mound. Your back arched off the bed once Mark's wet tongue grazed against the hardened nub and the new wave of pleasure washed over you; each bite, every touch seemed to cause you to gasp from immense pleasure.

Your body was on the verge of overcoming your senses and you dug your fingernails deeper, leaving a long trail of red marks down the muscular flesh of his back.

"M-Mark-" were all the words you could bring yourself to form before a string of moans and whimpers left your parted lips.

Mark closed his eyes tightly after he felt you tighten and grip onto him like never before and you instinctively rolled your hips slightly upwards, meeting Mark with every thrust.

He bucked his hip and continued pounding into you vigorously. Mark kissed down your neck until his plump lips reached the lower section of your jawline, suckling on it greedily until you cried out loud; each suck only caused Mark to moan loudly every time he felt the walls around his shaft pulsed along with your heartbeat while he continued pistoning into you and hitting deep inside you.

"Baby..." You begged. "Can we switch positions?" Your voice barely came out as more than a whimper. You wanted him closer. Mark responded with a chuckle that came out shakily, just like his arms. He was feeling weak. His rhythmic thrusting came to a halt and he pulled out slowly, earning a long sigh of regret coming from your lips while you witnessed a single strand of his hot seed leaked out and dripped onto the bed after he withdrew completely.

"Anything you want."

With Mark's aid, you turned onto your stomach and propped yourself up on both elbows before he placed both hands on your hips and pulled you into a kneeling position with your perked backside facing him. He guided you, holding onto your hips, lifting them to just the right height. Mark placed a single hand at the small of your back before delivering a string of kisses along your spine, causing your upper body to relax against the mattress. Mark moved closer until both of his knees brushed against the smooth skin of your inner thigh. Your hot center and swollen nubs pressed against the cool silk sheets, while you panted for breath after taking a few seconds to inhale a mouthful of oxygen. Your heart began racing wildly inside your chest when you realized that Mark Tuan stood right behind your naked body and had complete control over your well-being. With his right hand pressed down gently at the center of your back, Mark started rocking his hip slowly back and forth, forcing each thick inch through your tightened walls until his hilt met your dripping entrance. Mark groaned, the walls of your sex instantly clenched around him as they tried to accommodate his size which was not an easy task. You whimpered underneath him while fisting handfuls of silk sheets after you felt Mark's frame leaning down so that both sides of the crook of your neck and shoulders were covered with his warm lips.

"Look at you..." He squeezed and palmed one side of your ass which caused you to grip tightly onto his throbbing shaft once Mark hit a particular spot which felt as though electricity was shooting throughout your body every time the head of his dick rubbed against it. He pressed deeper and buried himself fully within your tight sheath while tracing circles along the ridges of your folds with his thumb before resting it on your swollen clit. Sounds of wet slaps filled the room. The sound mixed with Mark's heavy and breathy breathing drove you to the brink of losing yourself, completely letting go of all common sense while you trembled below. His balls slapped against your sex each time he delivered a thrust, causing you to gasp every time Mark pounded his length deeply inside with vigor.

"This is how I've always wanted to fuck my future wife," Mark pressed his shaft deeper, hitting your core perfectly. "Nice...and slow...and deep." He let out another loud and sharp growl of satisfaction after he had started rolling and swirling his hip at a constant rhythm until his thrusting became more desperate. Almost instinctively, your hips started to buck back eagerly against him as soon as you heard him groan loudly, panting while he squeezed your ass a little tighter between his fingertips before sliding a hand around to the front, gliding his palm past your dripping slit. Mark started slowly massaging the bud between his fingers which caused an unbearable wave of ecstasy to wash over your entire being like a hurricane.

"Oh god..." You clenched around his length when his shaft throbbed.

"Bounce that ass on me." You placed both forearms firmly on the mattress and lifted your ass off the bed. Mark withdrew slightly. After taking the necessary breaths, you began bobbing up and down onto Mark which only pushed him over the edge while his fingers clutched tighter onto one side of your hips and his teeth sank down painfully onto your left shoulder, trying to hold back from reaching his climax.

Mark groaned as he couldn't stop himself anymore, you knew the look. You felt him reaching climax which wasn't long after. The tension increased and increased every second as Mark fucked harder until your muscles shook uncontrollably and you sobbed at his soft pounding. Your walls clenched tight around Mark which caused him to inhale deeply before thrusting hard one last time and the room quickly filled with screams as you cried out loud each other's names in unison. His warm seed gushed inside you and his entire body went rigid, giving another sharp and deep thrust until there was not an inch missing. His warmth filled you and flowed inside, deep to the point where you were aching. He continued filling and spurting until it started oozing down the back of your inner thigh. Mark was coming a lot, and that felt amazing. Your mind was going blank every passing minute while your hips shook before his load trickled down your slit and dripped onto the bed around from where Mark remained sheathed inside you.

A stream of warm cum followed his shaft every time he tried to remove it and his breathing was erratic as Mark tried catching his breath. His arms wrapped around your midsection tightly before Mark collapsed next to you, chest heaving and sweat glistening from head to toe as Mark's panting was completely unstoppable while your limp body laid sprawled out completely blissed out underneath him before a smirk tugged at the corner of his plump lips at the sight. Mark laughed breathlessly and pulled himself up slightly until his weight pressed on top of you.

"Wow." He murmured while kissing the nape of your neck while pulling out and rolling over to lie on the mattress next to your exhausted self. "That was...wow." Mark continued trailing small kisses down your vertebra which sent goosebumps down your spine while you struggled to sit up which resulted in more streams of his seed still slowly seeping from between your legs.

"Baby-" You moaned with heavy breaths escaping through parted lips while Mark ran both hands down from the small of your back along the slick skin until he rested them against your thighs and pulled both legs over to straddle his hips.

"Shhh..." He whispered teasingly. "Let's get you cleaned up, Mrs. Tuan."

With that, your fiance swiftly lifted you up and carried you bridal style toward the bathroom.

🌹The final part, the epilogue, will be released after 20 notes~

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mammons-lover · 1 year

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Short story of belphie being creepy little kid

Satan, Belphie, Mammon, Levi, Lucifer, Asmo, Beel

Belphie was a quiet kid but he was also was kinda creepy. For instance he used to watch his brothers sleep. It didn’t start off in a creepy it started with him going into satan’s room and finding him asleep but it looked like he wasn’t breathing. As Belphie slowly walked towards his brother he held onto his cow print pillow tightly, as he got closer he still looked dead. Once belphie got up to Satan’s face he just put his hand over his nose to see if air comes out but nothing did. So he just stood there watching waiting for him to do something. As he saw satans eyes widen he just stood there. “Belphie what. Are. You. Doing!?” “You don’t breathe when you sleep.” “ yes I do, get out of my room.” As belphie got pushed out the room he started thinking about what his other brother are like.

Next was mammon, belphie watched him toss and turn for awhile till belphie started to see how Mammon’s face turned uncomfortable like when he saw beel have a nightmare. So he slapped him awake. “ WHAT THE FUCK” “ what? I was helping you” “Helping? Ya coulda just shook me or somethin’” After that conversation belphie just walked out like nothing happened.

The next victim was Levi, but with Levi he can never catch him sleeping. But he did sit down with Levi and play games with him till he fell asleep on Levi’s lap, so Levi tucked belphie into his tub. But also bought a sleeping bag for belphie if he ever came back, which he did. When belphie couldn’t sleep he would go to Levi’s room and watch him play while he laid in his sleeping back till he knocked out.

Next was Lucifer, belphie sat at the edge of Luci’s bed staring. He realized that Lucifer sleeps very still in almost like he wasn’t real. So Belphie crawlers closer to his face, and starts to slowly fall asleep himself. When Lucifer’s eyes open and he feels breath fanning his face, when he turns his head he sees belphie curling his body into him. Lucifer thinks for a while why belphie is in his room since when ever he has a nightmare he sleeps with beel. Instead of taking belphie back to his room he pulls him under the blankets and goes back to sleep. (I love this one)

Now it’s Asmo’s turn, with him belphie couldn’t make out his face since he wears a face mask to sleep. But he can tell that Asmo cuddles with his pillows a lot in his sleep. Belphie wanted to mess with Asmo a little so he tried to take the face mask off. While he started lifting the mask off Asmo grabbed him and started cuddling him. Belphie was stuck like this for a while which didn’t matter to him since Asmo had high quality pillows and fluffy blankets so he just went to bed. But when Asmo woke up he was confused as to why belphie was there not that he was complaining since belphie looked so cute. So instead of waking him up he started doing his nails and make up. Belphie did not wake up happy.

With Beel, belphie knew how he slept but he still went to watch beel. What he didn’t know was how much Beel chewed on his pillows. Belphie tried pulling the pillows away from him but beel’s bite was too strong, so strong that while belphie was pulling beel woke up and let the pillow go which ended up with Belphie falling. “ BELPHIE IM SO SORRY, are you okay?” “I’m fine beel calm down” “ what were you doing?” “ I was trying to stop you from eating our furniture” “oh sorry” “ wanna go get a snack?” “ of course, don’t tell Lucifer tho” and with that they ran to the kitchen ate and went back to bed.

I love soft Lucifer and Mammon’s😭😭.

#lucifer obey me #mammonobeyme #leviathan obey me #satan obey me #asmodeus obey me #beelzebub obey me #belphegor obey me #obey me #obey me imagines #obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer

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nbkuhn · 4 months

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The Siren's Lover Ch. 1

The day Matty met his husband started like any other. He took a picture of the sunrise and sent it to Ruby, even though he knew she’d never look at it. Instead of dwelling on that, he started his lap timer and took off running. Once he came back to the same place he started, he finally glanced at his phone. He’d gotten better at drawing this out. No notifications besides a smiley face from the app tracking his workouts. His personal best time.

Matty’s hand tightened on his phone; he wanted to throw it against the ground and grind it into dust beneath his foot.

"You know, I'm starting to get curious what you see each morning," said a voice from behind him. Matty jumped.

The speaker came into view—a male siren, clad only in black trunks and a white towel draped around his neck. He was soaked, droplets of water tracing patterns down teal skin, freckled with dark blue. A swimmer's lean muscle marked every inch, and his long, fluked tail wrapped around one leg, defining the curves of his strong thigh and calf.

Matty met his eyes—pure black, like a lake without a bottom—and his heart stuttered a beat in his chest. Until this moment, he believed such a feeling was only an expression. "Sorry, what?"

The siren flashed him a cool smile, barely friendly enough to be polite, and took the towel from around his neck to wipe off his arms. As he dried himself, the gills at his neck disappeared, along with the tail and the webbing between his fingers, leaving him almost an ordinary human in teal body paint. Except he wasn't. Matty always knew another beast when he saw one.

"I'm sorry—I shouldn't have startled you.” The siren’s voice was deep, low and resonant in his chest. “I've seen you run this way every day for a week. Every time you finish, you take out your phone and stare like it's breaking your heart. I don't believe it's your mile time, since you keep speeding up. I barely had time to get in the water before you came by this morning."

Chewing on his lower lip, Matty slipped his phone into the back pocket of his running shorts. "It's not my mile time.”

"Mm, I didn't really think so. Unless you were trying to slow down. Now there would be a story I'd like to hear." He laid a finger alongside his nose. "Not that you'd probably tell me, considering we're strangers. But sometimes I find anonymity appealing. We’ll likely never see each other again, so you can say anything you want, and I could do the same.”

Had his alarm had gone off this morning, or was he having a very strange dream?

Yet he wasn't walking away, and not because he was wiped out. The siren had a point. This wasn't Lugosi Falls, where everyone and their mother had known him since he was a chick fresh from the nest. He could be anyone he wanted. Maybe somebody who wasn't so bogged down in bullshit. Or somebody who took weird questions at face value instead of walking off. "Well, what would you tell me? You first."

The siren slid his finger down to tap the side of his cheek. "Excellent answer. Let me see." Matty found himself staring at his own reflection in those fathomless eyes. "Ah. How about my worst quality? If we remain strangers, I can be unburdened of my guilt, and if we don't, you'll already know the most terrible thing about me."

Matty had twined his own tail around his leg; he made himself relax. Why was a simple conversation leaving him so on edge? Sure, the siren was—intense, to put it lightly, but Matty was trying to learn to chill the fuck out around new people. Even hot ones. Though he wasn’t sure he had ever met a hot person who skipped so quickly to the weird shit. "Sure. And I'll tell you what's pissing me off."

"Come sit, then. There's a bench over here with the most glorious view of the sunrise." The siren led him down a path to the edge of the beach. Here, they had a perfect view of the ocean, and this early in the morning, no one else was around. The waves crashing against the beach, gleaming gold and red in the early morning sunshine, drowned every other sound.

The siren sat down on one side of the bench, and Matty took the other.

"See, look there." The siren pointed to the first true rays of dawn poking over the waves. More beauty than Matty had seen lately, but the light creeping into the sky was not what held his eyes. The faint lines of pink light shimmered over the siren’s skin, highlighting his dark freckles.

"Anyway." The siren put his backpack on his lap and laced his fingers over top of it. "I could tell you what others believe my worst quality is, but I would be cheating. Here's what I know about myself. I like the work I do better than the people I love."

Matty blinked, but the siren was still watching the sunrise, his expression unreadable. "That was... heavy.”

“I told you it was the worst thing about me.”

“Where do you work?"

"I'm the artist in residence at the local university.” Now the siren glanced at him, his regard a physical weight on Matty’s shoulders, making him want to cringe away. Or maybe stare back with equal intensity. “I've believe I’ve seen you around campus. Not a lot of beasts in a small town like this. Especially not a griffin running around in his human skin.”

Matty's tail twitched. He tucked it behind him where it wouldn't cause any trouble. Technically, he could disguise nearly all his unique parts. After moving to a city full of humans instead of beasts, he'd done that for a while, when he was still trying to know what was and wasn't safe, but it was worse than holding his breath, since he would never get to inhale again. And his eyes, the bright gold of a new wedding ring, always told on him anyway. "My dad would say I’m a human who puts on a griffin skin, but yeah, I'm a grad student. Physical therapy."

"Ah. Hence the running."

Matty nodded, still chewing over what the siren had said. He soaked in the cold salt air and the sound of the tide advancing and retreating, and the words slipped out: "Is liking your work so much really a bad thing?"

The siren blinked once, both regular eyelids and the nictitating membrane. As if Matty had said something interesting instead of blurting the first thing that came to mind. He cupped his chin in one hand. "Another new one for me, though I've never told anyone that particular detail. What makes you say so?"

Matty bit back a comment about the professor voice the siren had suddenly slipped into. He’d never told anyone this before; the answer was too personal.

Then again, sometimes it felt like he could scream at the top of his lungs and no one in his life would ever hear. In that case, why not talk to a stranger?

"Well... I don't do art for a living, but I play music in my off time. My dad used to get on my case about it, ask me why I spent so much time messing around with a guitar when I couldn’t make a living that way. The answer is I never wanted to. My music is for me. If somebody else likes it, fine, but I need that time for myself, or I’d go even crazier than I already am." His mouth twisted down. "Some people might think it's selfish, but... I don't think being selfish is a bad thing, not all the time. Not about protecting something important to you."

He cut himself off before more nonsense came out, but the siren turned sideways, resting his elbow on the bench, the better to study him.

No one ever looked at him with such fascination when he went and blurted out an essay. (Well. One person. But he wasn't thinking about her.) For a second, Matty saw himself the way this siren might see him—someone cool, mysterious, athletic, not a nervous bundle of feathers only running because flying would get him in trouble. Someone who sat on park benches and watched the sunrise over the ocean and had deep conversations with complete strangers.

The siren's lips curled in a more personable smile. He had dark blue freckles, six on each cheek.

Matty's heart stuttered in his chest again. He must have pushed himself too hard running this morning.

"Well. I'll have to think on your thesis. I don't know if I agree or if I'm simply looking for an excuse to dismiss my own faults." The siren propped his cheek on his hand. "Your turn." He spoke with so much emphasis, like he had considered each word for hours.

Matty found himself staring at the siren's mouth and quickly looked back at the sunrise. "My turn—my phone." He rubbed his jaw, the frown creeping back onto his face.

When had it even disappeared? Sometime during this talk, he'd calmed down, maybe because this was so fucking weird. Now his shoulders tensed up again, right at the place where his wings would sprout if he could wear them out.

Then again, showing off his wings would mean prancing around shirtless in front of this handsome stranger. Oof.

"It's my best friend." He resisted the urge to glance back at the siren. "Are you one of those people who say women and men can't be friends without sexual tension? Because I don't want to tell you what's going on and then get the same shit I've been hearing since I hit puberty."

The siren tilted his head. "My species is ninety-nine percent female. If I didn't think women and men could be friends, I'd either have very few friends or be attracted to a lot of people." He paused. "The last part is true anyway, but it has nothing to do with friendship."

Matty's stomach lurched, as if his wings had given out on him halfway through a dive. "Sorry. I knew that about sirens. Bad question."

"Bad questions don't exist. I strongly dislike it when anyone says otherwise in front of me. Now, you were saying?"

Usually, that phrase was a cliché, but the siren's tone was so firm even Matty couldn't argue. "Uh. Well. My best friend is a woman—a human. I don't know if that's relevant, but everyone around here assumes I've never met one before."

The siren's lips quirked with familiarity, both reassuring and deeply annoying. Matty could shrug off those little irritations; he didn’t like to think of the siren dealing with the same bullshit. "Or that you know every beast in existence?"

Matty nodded. "I don't know which I hate more. Anyway, we've been best friends since we were kids—our parents went to college together." He rubbed the small white tuft of fur on the end of his tail, but this time, he couldn't make himself stop. Even the echo of the waves didn’t help him calm down. "I moved out here for graduate school last semester. And ever since then, she's been—ignoring me."

"Do you text her every day?" From someone else, that would have been judgmental, the response Matty was expecting. But the siren’s tone was totally neutral.

Matty's hand tightened on his tail, hard enough to hurt. He unclenched, slowly, and rested his palm flat on his thigh. "Yes. She's—she's in a really bad relationship, and a lot of our other friends have... stopped talking to her. Because they don't like her girlfriend."

He never knew how to explain exactly how much life Ruby’s girlfriend Tansy had robbed from her without sounding like he was jealous. He was, but only because Tansy was hoarding Ruby for herself. "I don't want Ruby to think I'm going to give up on her too. But she never answers. She probably deletes them—her girlfriend hates me."

"That does sound difficult." Matty hated to hear that from his friends or his dad. The phrase only meant they hadn’t been listening, or that he hadn't managed to make himself clear.

The siren’s voice, though, was so heavy and sad Matty couldn’t help but trust his sympathy. "All the same, I think it's good of you to keep reaching out to her. Even when a decision is clearly the right path, you cannot force another person to choose it. You must simply make it known you will be waiting when they do."

Matty's heart stuttered a third time—now not because the siren was disarming or handsome or even because of his deep voice, raising goose bumps on Matty's skin, but because...

He swallowed against a sudden tightness in his throat. "Thanks. I—I think I really needed somebody to say it's okay to keep giving a shit. Everybody else in my life is waiting for me to move on. But she never gave up on me, and I'm not giving up on her. A text is the least I can do."

The siren nodded, considering this. "I don't think it's ever wrong to care, or to show someone that caring," he said, after so long a pause Matty's knee joggled from nerves, from the intensity of his dark, reflective eyes, shining with the arc of the rising sun. Here he hadn’t thought anything could possibly make a sunrise more beautiful. "As long as it’s truly a free choice, I would rather lose myself trying to do good than live forever doing nothing. I think it can be powerful, to know love has teeth and place yourself willingly into its jaws all the same."

"Do you always talk like that?" Matty blurted.

The siren's hand came up to cover his mouth, eyes crinkled in a smile. He didn't appear embarrassed, exactly, but his tone turned less serious. "I'm sorry. It is very early in the morning, and I sleep little when I'm in the middle of a project. I'm probably speaking complete nonsense."

"No, I didn't mean—" Matty shook his head. "I like it. I was trying to ask—do you read random people for filth every day of your life?"

At this, the siren actually laughed, and Matty felt a strong, surprising surge of pride for breaking his grave demeanor. "No, absolutely not. I far prefer to listen. But there's something about you."

He propped his cheek on his hand again, dropping his voice to a low murmur like he was whispering in Matty's ear. (Matty thought of lush teal lips hovering near his cheek, soft breath ruffling his hair, and bit back a shiver.) "This is the part where I admit I've been watching you run for, oh, a week at least? You always take the path past my favorite area for a morning swim."

"I mean, I'm the one who runs in public, so..." He shrugged, the movement of his shoulders reminding him of his wings hiding beneath his skin. It felt like an inadequate answer, but he could hardly say, I don't mind the idea of you watching me do anything.

A small smile crossed the siren's face. Matty desperately wanted to be let in on the secret hiding behind those lips. "So forgiving. How kind of you. Nevertheless."

He straightened. Now the secret hid in his eyes instead of behind his lips, even more enticing. "I've been watching you for a week, and we have both shared something complicated and troubling. I believe we should be introduced, don't you?"

He held out his hand, each finger topped with short black nails carefully ground down from sharp points. "Land dwellers can't pronounce my name, but you can call me Finch."

Matty opened his mouth to give his nickname—but did he really want this handsome stranger to call him that? Someone who took him seriously, someone who asked him difficult questions and listened when he responded?

"Matthias." He took the offered hand. Finch's palms were cool, smooth and lineless. "Matthias Beckett."

"Well. I am glad to finally meet you properly, Matthias Beckett." Finch withdrew his hand. Matty had to flex his before he put it back on his thigh, the texture of Finch’s skin lingering. "I'm not certain this was what I was expecting, but you won't find me complaining."

"What were you expecting?"

"You to ignore me, not play along. I did ask a complete stranger a personal question in the strangest way possible. Though even when I try to make small talk, land dwellers find me off-putting. I may as well lean into it instead of away. I'm an artist. I'm not supposed to be easily understood."

"If it works for you, it works." Matty glanced at his watch and swore. "Shit, I've got to get back to my place so I can change." He jerked to his feet, then hesitated. "Uh—"

But Finch only stretched his arms out on the back of the bench, his lips curved in another enigmatic smile. "Well. I'll be here tomorrow."

"Same." For once, Matty didn't regret spitting out the first thing on his mind. "See you around, I guess." He jogged off before he could blurt out something stupider. As he ran, Finch started whistling a tune Matty didn’t recognize.

Usually, meeting new people left him feeling flat-footed. He wasn't cool and collected like Ruby or commanding and sure of himself like his father. But with Finch’s tune echoing in his ears, he didn't feel bad at all. He felt like someone else, but in a good way.

Matthias, not Matty.

The song Finch had been humming followed Matty his whole walk home, echoing in his head like the crash of the waves against the beach. Even that small snippet intoxicated him as much as Finch’s dark, gleaming eyes. He needed to get it down on paper.

Trying desperately not to forget the notes, Matty didn't think anything of walking into his apartment and barged in on his roommates having breakfast. He had three: all white, all brunet, all human, and, most importantly, all named Josh. They weren't related, but they were best friends.

Medium Josh looked up from his eggs. "Oh, hey, Matt."

Matty froze for a couple reasons. Hearing Matt after Matthias was disconcerting, especially since nobody ever called him Matt at home. It was always Matty with a Y, the same way it was always Matty and Ruby.

For another, part of him wasn't here in the room—he was flipping through his sheet music, trying to think of anything even vaguely like Finch's song.

And also he'd forgotten his roommates would still be home. After his run, he usually headed straight to campus.

If Medium Josh noticed his awkwardness, he was nice enough not to show it. He was chill, one of the reasons Matty moved in with a strange group of humans he'd never met. (His dad was less okay with this idea, but his dad didn't get to drive his life anymore.) "You want some eggs? I can make more."

Matty's tail twitched as he consulted his careful tally of how many times he said no to social events. He always accepted study groups so he could always turn down nights at the bar or clubs. Where did breakfast fall on that scale? He wasn’t looking for friends, but he also couldn’t offend people he would be seeing in class for the next few years.

But if he said yes, he would forget the song. The idea of letting anything from his morning with Finch slip through his fingers decided him. "No, that's okay. Thanks, though."

"You sure? I know these two chuckleheads finished everything off, but we've still got two hours before class. I can make you more." He gestured at the other Joshes, who had both politely been pretending their eggs were the most interesting things in the world. Small and Tall Josh both seemed a little more unsure about Matty, both as a stranger and a beast, so he hadn't tried to push it with them.

"Nah, I had trouble sleeping last night, so I want to crash while I can." He ducked in his room before Medium Josh could keep going. His roommate would gladly talk until the four lords of fairy returned from wherever they’d gone.

Once his bedroom door was safely closed behind him, Matty rushed to plug in his headphones and his guitar, sketching out the basic notes on paper, then trying them on the strings.

Matty brought his guitars with him out of habit more than anything; he hadn't touched them since high school, not with any real intent. The feeling of his fingers moving across the frets was too tied to other memories: Ruby's hand on top of his, correcting his form. Her singing voice, low and rich like honey made thick by the cold. Her laughter, raspy and raucous as the caw of a crow.

He wanted to hate those memories. They should have upset him. But instead of frustrating him the way they would have even this morning, he heard Finch's voice instead, his gentle admonition to care. And then he remembered the song again, and he was back to the loop, the burning need for his guitar.

He worked until Medium Josh banged on his door, reminding him they all had class to walk to. When he picked up his phone, he realized he hadn’t checked it in hours.

Chapter two?

#mermay #monster romance #the siren's lover #lugosi falls #queer romance

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naivesilver · 8 months

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I'M LATE TO THIS BECAUSE I WAS PLAYING ONLINE MINI GOLF SORRY

Anyway, an ask that allows me to gush about your fic????? sign me the FUCK up <3

My favourite fic of yours:

WHERE do I even begin with this, seriously??? I think that, technically speaking, your 25k Lampwick fic is your best fic (or, at least, your best pinocchio-adjacent fic, because sadly I do not read anything that isn't related to him in some capacity, but I have no doubt that your other works are just as high quality 💕). The premise...the pacing... the care taken to properly explore him as a character........fuck, it's SO good.

Two Stars will also obviously hold a very special place in my heart (SO so beloved).

However, I still think that 'to love (with little to your name)' is, well, unbeatable here. It truly is one of your best works. Eugene's chapter within this fic had me bouncing off the walls and gnawing at table legs. (It was also THEE chapter that really re-wired my brain when it came to Eugene and I have been Not Normal about the square boy ever since, as you're well aware.

BUT not ONLY does it have a Eugene chapter, it also has the Scalawags (THEE first chapter of the fic and I KNEW it was gonna be good when we started with that, holy shit) and Leona?? Leona my BELOVED HELLO???? This fic just means so much to me. It's made me laugh pretty hard from time to time (thank you Pierrot and Mignon in particular for that (ALSO I NEARLY FORGOT THAT THE CHAT FIC WAS PART OF THIS???? BELOVED HELLO?????) and it's also made me want to chew my own arm off (affectionate).

What I'm saying is, thank you for this verse in general, but particularly for this fic within the thousand problems series 💖 It has affected my brain permanently.

3. The best character you've written for:

SO, I would argue that the Scalawags (yes, all three) could take this crown. Because?? how the HELL do you take something as awful (for a multitude of reasons) as EotN and transform these characters into such likeable and three dimensional people with these incredibly well thought out backstories. It blows my mind!!!!!

I also love the way you write Lampwick. And also Eugene but DUH I could talk all day about the way you write Eugene because I am mentally unwell about him.

If we're talking about characters that aren't technically OCs? Then I've gotta say that I love the way you write Regina 💖 You do a fabulous job with her, truly.

6. Something I remember vividly from reading one of your fics:

A lot of your imagery in your fic has stuck with me (things like the green description of the chapel in eyeteeth), but I guess that there are just loads of general little details and snippets from various fics here and there that still cross my mind without warning. I still remember the opening scene of choice on the beach really well for some reason. The patchwork quilt. The little handstand that Igor did to make Twinkle laugh. Pierrot's 'nun of my business' joke. idk I've told you this a million times before but....It's the little character details that fuck me up the most and that make your fics so damned enjoyable to read.

7. What made me the most emotional after reading

'when you know the makers hand'. That fic fUCKS ME UP, okay???? Because of course it does!!!! Also, spell of shattered sight fic fucks me up in a similar way (it's about.......August and his relationship with his father........). Lose my mind every time I read either of them.

13. If i've ever shared/talked about your fic to someone else

well DUH. I'm abnormal about your little guys ofc I have to talk to other people about them every now and then <3

💗💗💗💕💕💕

LIBBY SHUT UP 😭😭😭💓💓💓 I saw you play golf but really, you could have stayed playing - I wouldn't even have been bad, you're already too good to me during normal chats, you COULD have skipped that. But since you're here now!!!! Let's go 😏😏😏

Fanfic Asks (For The Askers)

1.My favourite fic of yours

Did I expect this? Yes. Did it STILL make me emotional? ALSO YES!!!! The big Lampwick fic started an avalanche of content that to this day fills me with EXTREME joy, and Two Stars is the one thing I was still shy about gifting to you (because WOW COOL WRITER IS GOING BRRRR WITH ME WHAT DO I DO), but the kids! The kids!!!!!! I'm so happy about this world that has blossomed to life and expanded into something ginormous, and it was a blessing to plant the seed with you 💖

3.The best character you've written for

You think my Regina is good? 🥺🥺🥺I will melt jsyk

Also you know what motivates me? Anger and spite. EOTN made me so fucking mad I couldn't NOT make it better (and it wasn't that hard to do, ngl). Justice for the weird little kids! They're so much more than love interests!!!!!

6.Something I remember vividly from reading one of your fics

Not much to say here, just that a lot of those scenes get rolled around my brain like a pinball marble for ages before AND after I write them, and it means the world to me that they stuck with you too 🥰🥰🥰

7.What made me the most emotional after reading

MAKER'S HAND!!!! Wow we never talk about that anymore - we do love making that man sad, don't we? Sopping wet puppet guy smh

Spell of Shattered Sight moment will be brought up again btw so don't get mad at me when it happens I warNED YOU

13.If i've ever shared/talked about your fic to someone else

YOU STOP IT RIGHT NOW!!!! And you freak out when I go on rants about your Lampwick 😡😡😡💗💗💗

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The Summer Camp - AU Bucky Barnes x OC

warnings: murder, blood, oral (m receiving), friday the 13th vibes, Minors DNI

word count: 9.7k

WP: https://www.wattpad.com/1271991584-the-summer-camp-willow

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“I promise sweetheart, you’re going to love this place.” Willows's mother excitedly tapped on the steering wheel after rambling through the only five perks Howling Woods Summer Camp had to offer.

“I went here when I was your age and it’s how—“

“You met dad… I know mom.” Willow finished for her mother. A nervous pit of anxiety filled her stomach. At 18 the last thing she wanted to do this summer was babysit a bunch of snot-nosed kids but her mother promised that if she at least went one year, Willow could pick the out-of-state college she had her eye on.

“It’s gonna be a great sweetie.” her mother beamed from the driver's seat.

Willow had her doubts about the extreme promises of newfound friendships and bonding activities. She’d rather be at home or at her spot by the beach reading or listening to her records before she inevitably left her small town for bigger and better things. This was her unfortunate last hurrah and it would take a lot for her to change her mind that this summer wasn’t going to blow. After what felt like a lifetime, her mother's car pulled into the gravel lot past the Howling Woods Summer Camp sign.

They parked and Willow collected her things from the car and gave her mother one final goodbye before turning towards the camp. Her only sound of freedom was her mother's tires on the gravel behind her, fleeting off into the distance. The camp seemed normal, with a large mess hall to greet the campers and a row of cabins to the right tucked just along the tree line.

Willow could already hear whooping and laughter followed by the unmistakable sounds of splashing as her feet carried her towards the lake. She tutted along with her duffel bag hanging off of her shoulder until a petite redhead came into view. The girl was sitting at the edge of one of the picnic tables watching over a group of kids playing with horse shoes.

“Excuse me?” Willow’s voice cracked slightly. An awkward smile spread across her features as the girl turned. “I’m uh... I’m Willow. I’m supposed to check in with James?”

The girl's brow furrowed for a moment before her eyes went wide, snapping her fingers. “Oh! You mean Bucky! Are you one of the new counselors?” She asked, standing up and clapping her hands together.

Willow sighed with a soft nod. “Yeah, I am.”

“Well, Willow, it’s nice to meet you! I’m Wanda! Come on, I’ll take you to see him.” Her voice was bubbly with a smoky quality to it that made Willow smile. Wanda snaked her arm with Willows and began leading her towards the lake. “Knowing him he’ll be down here with Stevie, pretending that they’re actually lifeguards.”

She nodded, taking note of another name to remember. They reached the lake and saw two young men jumping off a floating platform. “Boys! Come meet Willow!” Wanda called from the edge of the water.

Willow adjusted her duffel bag on her shoulder and nervously chewed on her lip, and then she saw a man with long, dark hair and piercing blue eyes that she could see from afar emerge from the lake.

Water dripped down his sculpted torso, his blue short shorts just barely clinging to his hips and muscular thighs. He had gorgeous, sharp cheekbones and full lips that curled in a smile the second he laid eyes on her. His friend was just as gorgeous and muscular with long blonde hair, large biceps, and a pair of bright red short shorts.

"They like to think they're hot shit-- You left your whistles in the office, you goons!" Wanda called as she shook two yellow whistles in her hand. The dark-haired one flashed Willow a smile that made her knees knock together as he approached and stuck his hand out.

"Sorry, Wands. Hi, I'm Bucky. This is Steve."

Willow stared, mouth open, for way longer than she should have done. It was only when Bucky raised his eyebrow at her that she realized and she shook her head slightly, putting her hand in his. “W-Willow” she managed, flushing pink.

Bucky‘s toothy grin was plastered to his face as he shook her hand, his thumb rubbing gently against her skin. Willow felt goosebumps on her thighs and a solid flutter from the butterflies in her stomach. “Well, hey there,” Steve drawled as he squeezed excess lake water from his incredibly red, impossibly short shorts.

Willow cleared her throat and dropped her hand from Buckys extending it to Steve. “Nice to meet you both” she swallowed thickly.

Steve brought her knuckles up and pressed his lips to them, “We are very happy to have you, Willow”. Bucky shoved Steve’s shoulder, causing a booming laugh to leave his chest.

“Will you boys behave?! You're gonna scare the poor girl away” Wanda rolled her eyes. “Sorry about them...”

"I promise we’ll behave now." Steve said, apologizing in a fake sickly sweet tone. His hair, a dark brown from being wet, fell into his stormy blue eyes.

"Stevie, we all know y'all will not behave." Wanda said with an eye roll.

“You wound me.” Steve scoffed, a delicious smile forming on his lips as he slapped his huge hands against his bare chest.

“If you're done screwing the new girl with your eyes, can one of you take her up to her cabin?” Wanda tilted her head to the side and snapped her gum at both men before slapping her hand flat against Bucky’s chest. The whistles rattled together as he took them and both men lifted them over their heads.

“Come on then, new girl. With me.” Bucky grinned, wiggling his eyebrows and unhooking Willow’s duffel from her arm. “I’ll take that, it’s a bit of a hike.”

“Stick to the trail, Bucky! Don’t confuse her with your stupid shortcuts!” Wanda called after them and Bucky replied with a dismissive wave of his arm.

"So," Willow starts as they begin going up the trail, trying to ignore the chill that runs through her body at the sight of the towering trees closing off the trail on both sides,

"What are we doing first?" She sees the ghost of a smirk cross his face before it's replaced with a serious face when he turns to her, "Training. You're not working with the kids on your own today."

Willow couldn't help but be surprised at his expression. She didn't think someone here actually took their job that seriously? She looked down at her feet for a second before Bucky leaned into her line of sight with a broad smile.

His hand caught her arm and Willow felt like she was shocked. "I'm kidding. You think this place has fuckin' training?" he giggled as he continued walking, Willow rolling her eyes.

“Does this trail ever end?” She laughed softly as they headed further into the tree line. Bucky smirked, turning back to her.

“Why? You afraid to be alone with little ole me?” He said mocking a pout. Slight irritation licked at her as that knee-knocking grin spread across his face again.

“Maybe you should be the one afraid of me.” She smirked.

“I’m shaking.” Bucky laughed lightly, hand bumping Willow’s as they walked, sending a flare of heat down her spine.

He grinned at her and she felt butterflies in her stomach. God, he's cute.

"Nice to know someone around here has some bite. You're gonna need it, these kids are little fuckin' monsters."

Willow laughed as Bucky raised an eyebrow.

"I doubt they're that bad."

"Yeah? I caught two of them eating Elmer's glue right out of the tub like it was cake batter, another one got his head stuck in the railings of one of the cabin staircases and his friends covered his head in Crisco to try and get him out. And another duct taped his friend to a fucking tree and left him there during a storm. They're demons, and they'll eat you alive if you let them." He paused and looked her up and down. "But you look like you can handle 'em, darlin'."

“Sounds like a typical weekend in my hometown.” Willow deadpanned.

Bucky stopped and turned to face her before letting out a giant belly laugh.

“Yeah, New Girl, you’re gonna do fine,” he said, slinging his arm over her shoulders and continuing their journey. “Cabin’s just up here.”

They followed a small dirt path up to a large, log cabin. Willow stared up at the cobwebs and dust that adorned the porch. Some lawn chairs were scattered near the door and there were partially crushed beer cans littered across the entryway.

Howling Woods was advertised as rustic and rugged, but this is not what Willow was expecting. Bucky ushered her up the stairs, giving a half bow as she giggled.

“After you” he announced proudly, as he quickly swept an empty condom wrapper off the stairs and onto the ground.

Well, she thought as her feet creaked against the wooden steps, at least the counselors seem to have fun here.

The two of them entered the cabin and Willow took in her surroundings. Messy bunk beds lined the wooden walls, with clothes trailing out of different suitcases and bags. “It’s …. nice” she commented, her brows furrowed as she walked further in. A floorboard creaked from a room beside her and just as she was about to open the door, a tall blonde leaped from behind in and wailed, his tongue hanging down his chin. Willow screeched and stumbled backward as her hand went flying into him.

“Walker what the fuck!” Bucky pushed him back as the blonde howled with laughter.

"You dipshit." Bucky boomed at the blonde, looking like was about to beat him up.

"Woah, back up, Barnes. I was just joking around." The blonde kid named John Walker, walked off before Bucky could sucker-punch him.

"You should be careful scaring people" Willow hummed just loud enough for him to hear.

"And why is that sweetheart?" Walker turned around as he bounded down the creaky steps to look at her.

"We're all alone out here in the woods, you don't know what's out there that might be bigger than you" she smirked and watched the color drain from his expression.

"That was dark," Bucky laughed over her shoulder as he tossed her duffle bag onto the bed. "should I be worried about you getting cabin fever out here?"

“Don’t worry, Bucky.” She turned back and smiled sweetly, “you’ll be safe if I go crazy, you’re too cute to die.”

He held his hand over his heart and sighed dramatically, “Thank God! I knew my dashing looks would get me more than just a good lay one day, too bad Johnny boy!”

John gave them both a dirty look, lingering more on Willow's face as she tried to hold back a giggle before he walked away. "He's fun" Willow stated with a deadpan face as she eyed the bunk beds to try and pick a clean looking one, Bucky laughing behind her, "Yup, Johnny boy is a hoot." He added sarcastically.

Willow plopped down on the twin mattress, a small puff of dust rising from the movement. She pulled her braid of long blonde hair over her shoulder. "So...which one is yours?" she asked, "I might want a tour sometime...since you did such a great job of walking me here, I mean."

She watched as Bucky's eyes went wide for a moment before taking a step towards her, "You definitely aren't shy." he started as he leaned down to her, "Are you, sweetheart?"

“I don’t know handsome,” Willow said, standing up, pressing Bucky backward a step. “I’d say I’m just, good at getting what I want.” She glanced down at his shorts, the outline of his dick prominent, before looking back up at Bucky and winking.

His eyes went wide and she watched his Adam's apple bob up and down in his throat. He definitely wasn't expecting that. Willow has always been a little disarming, guys never expected her to be as bold as she was. Bucky blushed and stammered, water still dripping from his hair down his chest.

"I-- you--"

"Don't dish it out if you can't take it, sweetheart," she whispered as she gently tugged on the whistle around his neck, watching his cock get hard. Those shorts really didn't conceal anything.

Leaning in even closer, she traced one of the water droplets with her finger down his chest, stopping as she reached his stomach. Bucky couldn’t help but tense his abs as he sucked in a shaky breath. Willow dropped her eyes again and then dragged them back up to his.

“Down boy,” she whispered, lifting the corner of her mouth in a smirk.

"Fuck." he whispered before he hungrily pushed her against the wall and engulfed her lips in a hungry kiss, so carnal and raw that it shocked her a little bit. Willow leaned into him, indulging his quick, hot tempered need to have her but she wanted to have some fun with the handsome camp supervisor first.

Willow pushed against his chest with her hand as she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, "So eager." she giggled and wrapped her fingers into the rope of his whistle. "Get on the bed," she ordered.

His wet brown hair fell into his face as she pushed him back gently with the palm of her hand. He dropped to the bed using his hands to brace himself and leaned back so he could look at her. His blue eyes were bright and wide with excitement as she stood over him. "Atta boy," she smiled, "such a good listener."

Willow tilted her head, curling a piece of hair around her finger as her gaze traveled over his body, all toned and wet and laid out just for her. Not even an hour into her camp experience and she had the hottest counselor wrapped around her little finger. God, she was good.

“Where to start…” she hummed, eyes falling to Bucky’s cock as he eagerly tugged at the waistband of his shorts. “Uh, uh, uh. Are you gonna be good for me, Bucky?”

A whine escaped his pink lips, nodding his head as his tongue ran over them. Willow shook her head unsatisfied, "Words, baby. So let's try it again; are you gonna be good?" She whispered as she leaned over him, a single finger trailing from the dip in his throat all the way up to under his dimpled chin as she looked into his beautiful, blown-out eyes.

"So good," Bucky whispered, long lashes fluttering closed as he tilted his head down. He pressed his soft lips to the palm of her hand and butterflies erupted under Willow's skin.

She gripped his chin, pulling him up to her mouth. The kiss was all tongue and teeth again, soft whines coming from both of them. Willow wasn't sure what was happening, but she wanted to fuck him bad.

Willow felt the warmth of his large hands wrap around her, his touch setting fire to her already burning skin as he pulled her into his lap. She could feel just how painfully hard he was with every slight movement of her hips, eliciting a soft moan to escape her lips. Bucky's body writhed beneath her, no doubt searching for any form of release. Willow nipped at his bottom lip, tugging gently as she pulled away.

"Now, that's not behaving is it?" She asked breathlessly.

“Sorry, sorry,” Bucky gasped, stilling his hips as Willow buried her hands in his hair, twisting in the strands. “Buck! You in there?” came Steve’s voice from outside, just before he burst through the door. They turned to look at him, Willow still in Bucky’s lap, his hands on her waist.

Willow jumped out of Bucky’s lap and he stood up, running his hand through his hair as Steve stumbled through the door. His eyebrows shot up and he grinned. “What’s goin’ on in here?”

“Nothing,” Willow and Bucky replied in unison.

“Uh-huuuuhh. Sure. Buck, we gotta prep for the campfire session tonight.” He turned to Willow and wiggled his eyebrows. “You wanna see Buckaroo chop some wood for the fire? Or did you guys wanna save the wood for after hours if you know what I’m talkin’ about?”

“ROGERS!” Bucky shouted. He lunged at his friend as he ran out of the room giggling while Bucky sighed.

“That punk has a sixth sense, I swear,” Bucky laughed a little awkwardly.

“Well, his timing’s not the best, I’ll give you that,” Willow grinned, “but if I get to watch you put those muscles of yours to work I guess I can take a rain check.” She stepped up to him and kissed him again, short but full of fire. “We’re gonna finish this later,” she whispered against his mouth before turning and heading out of the cabin, leaving him slack-jawed and breathless.

Willow smiled to herself as she jogged back down the path, hearing splashing and laughter in the distance. She needed a second to cool off after that little moment in the cabin. It was a warm day anyway, and the slight breeze felt good against her skin. Bucky was wrapped around her little finger, and she was excited to see exactly what he was packing in those short shorts after the campfire.

She walked out by the water and looked down at the pier, watching the rest of the counselors splash around. As she stood watching, she heard a branch snap from the woods beside her, causing her to spin quickly and peer into the dark trees. “Bucky? Is that you?” Willow called.

Her breath accelerated as she looked around to see if she could see who was there. She started shaking, more branches cracking, the sounds becoming louder.

Walker stepped out from behind a tree, a smug grin on his face. Willow rolled her eyes and shook free of the creeping feeling that crawled up her spine.

"You look disappointed I'm still alive." He laughed. "I come in peace," he held his hands in the air and joined her on the dock. "You know I thought I recognized that pretty blonde hair," he tugged on her braid as his breath made her skin hot. "You're that Voorhees weirdo. My dad knew your mom in high school. Heard she was a…" Walker's eyes turned down, trailing over her body, "freak. Are you like your momma?"

“You know nothing, John,” Willow replied through gritted teeth, taking a step back. “And I suggest you keep your hands to yourself.”

John laughed, leaning against a wooden post as he crossed his arms over his chest, “Or what? You’ll set out your little lapdog Bucky on me? I heard she was a feisty one too, your mom, had a temper.” He taunts.

If only you knew... She thought as flashes of her mom's flaring temper around their house crossed her mind. Rolling her eyes, Willow shook those thoughts out and pushed on her hands to get up and leave, looking down at John, "I don't need to set someone on you, I can easily do what I want on my own, use that temper. So stay the fuck away from me, Walker!" She sneered at him before walking away from his smug face, hiding her shaking hands.

"You know," he yelled to her back as she crossed the dock. "They still tell stories about what they did to her back then." Willow stopped, straightening up. She had heard the stories too. They said it's why her mom wouldn't let her go out, no going to parties. The only thing she could do was sneak in and out her bedroom window every night. She was surprised when her mom offered to bring her here, no, nearly demanded it.

Anger flared in her chest as Walker chuckled from behind her. Her hands balled into fists as she spun back around and stomped toward him. Walker just grinned, arms crossed over his chest. “My dad said your mom had a real pretty mouth on her despite her being a freak.” He sneered. “Lookin’ at you now, I can see he was right. Like mother, like daughter.” Willow’s sneakers thudded against the old wood as she paced at him, throwing up her hands and shoving him back into the lake with every ounce of strength and rage in her.

“Willow!” Bucky’s voice echoed against the trees behind her, “What are you doing!?”

“Taking out the trash- sorry for polluting the lake,” she said, glaring down at Walker who was standing waist-deep in the lake.

“Fuck you, Voorhees, you’re a bigger freak than your mom!” Walker sneered. Willow took a step towards him but felt a hand on her arm, holding her back.

"Hey," Bucky whispered, "he's just a prick. Don't worry about him." Willow turned around and sniffled, tears misting her eyes. Bucky smiled and wiped them away, his thumb brushing her cheekbone softly. "He's gonna get canned at the end of the summer anyway."

"WHAT?!" Walker shouted.

"I SAID GARGLE MY BALLSACK, WALKER!" Bucky shouted. Willow laughed and Bucky blushed, gesturing toward the area where they were setting up the campfire. "C'mon. You can supervise me, give me tips on how to chop campfire wood."

He grabbed her hand and laced their fingers together as he led them towards the others. “What was he saying to get you so wound up, New Girl?” He asked softly.

“Just stupid shit about…ghosts” she muttered in return, frowning darkly before turning a beaming smile towards him. “Anyway, enough of that dick. If you get the biggest wood pile I’ll give you a reward. Maybe s’mores, or maybe something more…” she teased.

Bucky cocked an eyebrow at her as they joined the other counselors in a small clearing. Steve gave them both a nod and a wink and Willow introduced herself to some of the others - Kate, Peter, Sam, Yelena, Scott, and Hope. Everyone was really friendly and welcoming as they planned the campfire activities. As Willow listened to Peter excitedly ramble about his favorite campfire songs, her eyes wandered to Bucky as his pile of wood grew taller. The veins in his hands bulged as they flexed around the handle of the axe. Her eyes ran up his muscular forearms, to his bulging biceps, and finally- his incredibly lean shoulders. She practically drooled as beads of sweat ran down his chiseled abs. He made eye contact with her and gave her a shit-eating grin before he wound up and brought a powerful strike down against the block of wood. A deafening crack sang through the clearing as she imagined him splitting her open, in an entirely different way. Peter nudged an elbow into Willow’s side, hurtling her consciousness back to Earth.

“Can you even hear me? Seems like the two of you have really bonded” he said with a wink.

Willow blushed hard. “Yeah well, we got interrupted before we could really bond if you know what I mean.” she sighed.

Yelena’s eyes widened as she nudged Willow, “Damn new girl, you’re settling in just fine!” She commented, sending Kate and Wanda into a fit of giggles.

“Well, he can’t seem to stop staring at you. So it looks like you’ve got yourself something fun to do for the summer.” Hope replied with a wink.

Willow chuckled and her smile widened as she thought about the prospect of spending time with Bucky. And her thoughts were fucking filthy.

She barely had the mind to see Steve wandering over. He shooed Peter away with his hand, flicking his lighter on and plunking himself down next to her. His legs straddled the massive log with ease as he stuffed his lighter away and rocked in closer so that his face was nearly touching the side of hers. "Whatcha thinking about?" He whispered, taking a puff of his cigarette.

She turned, their eyes meeting, and gave him a wicked grin, "I'm thinking about all the ways I'm going to finish what you rudely interrupted earlier."

Steve buckled down with laughter, his hand clutching his chest and his smoke hanging loosely from his lips, "I really fucking love this girl!" he boomed into the clearing.

She laughed along with him, her cheeks flushing from the attention his words drew to her, she felt his gaze on her body, making it prickle with goosebumps on her skin. Taking a deep breath, Willow's eyes involuntarily wandered back to Bucky as he finished stacking up the wood, making his way over to sit on her other side, they were almost caging her small frame in between them.

"How's that for wood chopping, eh?" He leaned to whisper in her ear, a proud grin taking over his face as she turned to him, pretending to be in thought just to tease him, "I don't know," and his smile began to drop before she continued, "pretty impressive, I guess." She finished reaching her hand to wrap around his bicep, squeezing it lightly. Bucky was about to reply when all heads turned to the approaching figure, effectively silencing everyone.

Twigs snapped as a man emerged and Willow had to bite her lip to keep from laughing. Steve turned his head and she could see his shoulders shake from across the fire pit. The man was wearing shorts so small it made Steve’s shorts look like capri pants. A white crop top hung loosely on his torso, adorned with not one, not two, but three whistles. "Not getting started without me, are we?" the man asked, an eyebrow cocking up as his tongue darted out to wet his mustache. Steve full-on snorted and Wanda slapped his shoulder as he wiped away a tear.

"Uh--Zemo..." Peter started with a wince, "I think you grabbed one of the girls' shorts..." The man glanced down, running long thin fingers across the dead animal currently adorning his upper lip. "No, no Parker. These are mine." Steve howled with laughter as he fell backward into the dirt, his hand across his chest while Wanda buried her face into her hands. Willow turned her head slightly to hide her own laughter into Bucky's arm. She could feel his own shoulders shaking against her skin which only made it difficult for her to stop.

“Alright, someone get this fire going, it’s time you all heard about the one they called, The Ghost,” Zemo said, clapping his hands together. Steve and Bucky set up some logs, sparking a flame with Steve’s lighter and getting a roaring fire going. “The Ghost was a regular man once, they say. Before he became what he did…” Zemo trailed off, fire crackling, everyone entranced. “He was the best of the best, no one could catch him, no one ever saw him coming, and those who didn’t live long.” Willow shuddered, despite the heat from the fire and being huddled closer to Bucky.

It was starting to get darker and Willow heard a twig snap in the distance as Zemo kept telling the story. Her heart started to race and she reached out to hold Bucky's arm as she looked around the quickly darkening forest behind them. John flashed her a shit-eating grin from the other end of the campfire. "Scared, Voorhees?"

"Fuck off, Walker. Dumb shitbag," Steve quipped. He reached down and threw a rock, laughing as it bounced off of John's thick skull.

"His stories are all bullshit anyway, sugar," Bucky whispered. He grinned and pulled her close to him, his hand resting on her thigh. Willow could feel the cool metal from his silver skull rings against her warm skin. Zemo blew one of his whistles and everyone around the campfire jumped.

"Ow! Zemo, what the hell?!" Bucky shouted as everyone covered their ears.

Zemo glared at him. "Don't be rude, Barnes."

Bucky made a scoffing noise in the back of his throat and flipped Zemo off low enough that he didn’t see but Willow and Steve did, making them both snicker. Bucky moved his hand further up her thigh squeezing gently, and she shuddered again but this time it wasn’t because of Zemo’s story. She turned her face into his neck and pressed a gentle kiss against the soft skin there and she felt the vibration of his hum on her lips.

Zemo cleared his throat, giving them a pointed look. “As I was saying…”

Zemo continued with his story, his voice booming. The man obviously had a passion for the theatrical. The fire crackled and threw a gentle glow against everyone’s faces, captivated by the story of The Ghost. Except Willow, who was captivated by Bucky’s fingers, tracing circles against her thigh. He ducked his head down and pressed his lips ever so lightly against the side of her neck, nipping at her pulse with his teeth. She felt wetness pool in her panties and took her bottom lip between her teeth. “Zemo’s ghost stories are always a crock of shit,” he whispered in the shell of her ear. His tongue flicked against it and she stifled a moan. He squeezed her thigh again. “Why don’t we go get some more firewood?” He pushed his nose against her soft, blonde hair, inhaling deeply. “I think I know a piece of wood you’ll really like,” he growled.

Willow's breath caught in her throat, as she nodded once and almost jumped off the log they were sitting on pulling Bucky with her. She cleared her throat, “We’re uh, gonna get more firewood” she mumbled quickly.

They made their way out into the woods, Bucky gripped her waist causing a loud giggle to escape her lips, as she spun around and pressed into a tree. “Shh angel.. no interruptions this time” Bucky hummed, capturing her lips with his.

"You promised me a piece of wood, Barnes. Now, let’s see." Willow lowered herself onto her knees. "Yes, I did." He swallowed hard as Willow made a quick way of his shorts and briefs, his cock standing to attention just for her.

"I don't know if you won the contest," she giggled, stroking the length of his shaft with the back of her forefinger. "Back at the campfire, Steve was making a compelling argument that he-"

Bucky pulled her up and stopped her talking with a slow, hungry kiss. Taking her bottom lip between his and took his time savoring her.

"Naughty," she huffed breathlessly and pulled her hand from his erection. "I want to hear you beg."

"Willow," he pressed his lips to her neck in a fury, panicked and needy they stopped just below her ear. "Beg, Bucky." She whispered against his hair, wrapping her hand around the back of his neck so she could pull on the small strands around his nape.

He groaned as she pulled his head back by his hair, hissing at the sting of her pull.

She started placing small chaste kisses to his cheeks, jawline and down his neck while she taunted him with her other hand tracing figures around his hip bones. Bucky's breathing was ragged and shallow, his body twitching under her touch.

Licking a hot stripe up to his ear, Willow bit down gently before teasing him, "Come on, baby. Let me hear you."

Bucky's breath was hot on her shoulder as he huffed sharply, his body pressing her further into the bark. Willow placed a kiss on his clenched jaw as her nails raked against his cock, the swollen head now obvious against her hip. His head fell forward against the tree trunk.

"Please,' he groaned. "Please, let me feel your mouth. Fuck I want you so bad."

Her hand reached down between his legs, stroking him as little whines escaped his lips. His eyes were completely rolled back as he rutted his hips against her hand.

Releasing him, she slid back down to her knees.

"Maybe if you stay still enough, I'll let you finish," Willow whispered, looking up at his flushed face.

"Please..." He begged into the bark.

She smiled at the melting puddle of a man standing in front of her. Twice now, Willow had reduced him down to a whimpering mess and it only made the fire in her own stomach burn brighter.

Willow wrapped her hand around the base of his length, stroking gently as small moans slipped from his plush pink lips, his forehead still pressed against the tree. She positioned herself, raising up slightly before licking the bead of precum that had gathered on his tip. Bucky hissed at the contact which only encouraged her more as she wrapped her lips around him and began bobbing her head slowly.

Bucky was shaking, holding still as Willow swirled her tongue around the head of his dick.

“Darlin’ please, let me come,” Bucky pleaded, voice cracking. Willow looked up at him, humming and watching his eyes roll back into his head. She pulled back, a string of saliva connecting her lips and his dick before breaking.

“I suppose you’ve been good,” she murmured, stroking his cock. “Okay, baby, you can come, whenever you’re ready.”

Willow wrapped her lips around him and sucked on him until her cheeks hollowed out. Bucky groaned, tangling his fingers in her hair. His hips snapped and forced his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. She dug her fingernails into his thighs, hearing him groan above her. His rings clinked together as his fingers bumped into each other. Bucky began to whine, desperate and aching for her.

"Fuck, princess, that's so good. Fuck, you're gonna make me come--"

A scream echoed through the air and Willow pulled back, gasping.

"What the fuck?!"

"Nonononono!" Bucky begged, biting down on his lip. "No, please, baby, I was so close! It's just Steve fucking around out there!"

A twig snapped, echoing through the woods. Willow got to her feet and looked into the darkness, her eyes wide and frantic.

"Bucky, there's someone out there."

He tugged on her shirt gently and whimpered.

"Come on, Willow, there's nobody! Nothing happened! It's just Rogers-- HEY, STEVE! FUCK OUTTA HERE, WILL YA?"

They both paused and all Willow heard was a thick, eerie silence that seemed to fill the forest around them with dread.

A bloodcurdling scream cut through the air. High pitched, filled with fear and grief. The hair on the back of Willow’s neck immediately rose. It was coming from the campfire- and it was one of the girls. “What the fuck is happening?” she whispered, feeling a sudden chill in the air.

“Willow- wait- maybe you could-“ Bucky pleaded as Willow grabbed his hand and ran back towards the group. Another scream as they got closer, this time from one of the guys. She hoped to God that, somewhere along the way, he’d tucked his cock back into his shorts.

Willow stopped dead in her tracks and Bucky ran directly into her back. The entire group was gathered by the fire, all shaking and crying. Zemo was crying the hardest. She followed their eyes to find Walker’s body slumped over a bench about 10 feet away, near the s’mores ingredients. His throat had been slit, and there was a hunting knife sticking out of his back.

“What the fuck is going on?” Scott shrieked, kicking the ever-loving shit out of a nearby log.

"Walker was killed." Bucky swallowed hard, toughening his stance. Surrounding him, people screamed, and loud cries echoed through the air.

"He said he was going to the bathroom," Wanda whimpered from where Yelena held her an arm's length away from Walker's dead body. "And then he stumbled back out of the forest like that."

"Where's Rogers?" Bucky asked his hand around Willow's in a vice grip. Peter shrugged, just trying to console a hysterical Zemo.

"I'm right fucking here," He barked. He walked into the light of the raging campfire, a hot pink bandana tied into his long blonde hair, and war paint smudged across his cheeks. He pumped a shotgun with one hand as he stomped toward the axe and pulled it from the wood effortlessly. "Here, take this. There's something, or someone hunting us," he tossed the axe in Bucky's direction before kneeling next to the dead body.

It nearly smacked the camp supervisor in the face but Willow caught it in her palm and twirled it in her hands.

"That was really hot," Steve paused to look at her with playful consideration as he gripped Walkers hair and yanked his lifeless head up. "Definitely a someone," He said looking at the rough knife cut across John's pale throat. Peter puked at the sight of the blood to the left of Zemo, every marshmallow in his body tumbling to the ground violently.

Scrunching up her face in disgust, Willow slapped his hand off of Walker's head, "Stop that! I don't know what's more disgusting; the blood or the vomit." She yelled at Steve as her eyes traveled across everyone's scared faces.

Bucky had collected himself enough that he was now ushering the kids away from the sight of John's body with Wanda helping him.

"Look," Willow called out to get everyone's attention, "We need to know what the hell is going on here!" As a few people nodded their agreement.

"Just get everyone inside and then we can re-group and maybe search for whoever did this" Willow ordered her fellow counselors as she glanced back at the dead body, the sight of blood trailing down the pale skin making her skin crawl.

Willow turned away from the sight of John's limp body on the ground and back to the group of counsellors that were still huddled together. Bucky made his way back to her, following her eyeline.

"Hey! You heard her! Get the kids inside the mess hall!" His voice boomed through the thick night air, his hands now on his hips. They watched Peter usher Zemo inside while Wanda and Kate gathered the rest of the kids.

She turned to him, "We need to find out if anyone else went missing besides us and John during Zemo's story."

Bucky's brows furrowed, bright blue eyes meeting his. "You think someone here at Camp did this?" He asked, pointing to John.

Steve huffed as he stood, "Bucky's right... John was an asshole but no one here hated him that much."

She ran a hand over her face with a shrug. "The camp is pretty secluded though. Whoever did this is either here or some psycho hunting down teenagers in the woods for fun.”

“Ain’t that a happy thought,” Bucky muttered, swiping a hand through his hair.

“Well, you and Buck were the only ones I saw leave, so I’m betting on the psycho. Let’s get inside and break into teams, search the camp until we find them,” Steve said firmly, grip shifting on his shotgun.

“As long as no one is alone and someone stays to watch the kids,” Willow added, Bucky nodding along.

Willow, Steve, and Bucky headed into the camp counselor office.

Steve grabbed a baseball bat from the corner and tossed it to Bucky, who caught it with ease. Willow glanced over at him and he grinned, despite the fear in his eyes.

A knock at the door startled the three of them. Bucky jumped the highest, a loud squeak spilling from his mouth. They could see the shadow of feet underneath the door. Willow gripped her axe tightly, and Bucky held his bat up even higher over his head, ready to strike as Steve inched toward the door.

"Whoever that is, better be ready to answer me or I'm gonna blow your fuckin' head off!" Steve shouted.

"It's me and Scott!" Peter shouted. "Zemo and the girls are with the kids, we came to help!"

The three of them sighed and Steve wrenched open the door. Bucky and Steve yanked Peter and Scott inside by their collars.

"Are you fucking crazy?! There's a psycho out there!" Bucky hissed. He looked down at Scott. "What the hell is that?"

"A wiffle bat," Scott replied.

"It's fucking plastic, dude!" Bucky sighed.

"WELL, WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO ABOUT THAT?!"

"Hang on," Steve mumbled as he searched in a closet.

He tossed Scott a crowbar. Peter had a large kitchen knife in his hand.

"We'll go left near the woods, and you guys go the other way near the beach," Steve told them.

They nodded and the five of them burst out of the camp counselor office. Peter and Scott sprinted toward the beach. They heard another branch crack near the forest and Steve sprinted toward it, going full Rambo as he cocked the shotgun.

"ROGERS!" Bucky called. "Fuck, I'm going after him."

He sprinted off toward his friend.

"BUCKY!" Willow screamed and Bucky grinned as he jogged backward.

"I'LL BE RIGHT BACK!"

“For fuck sakes.. HAVE NEITHER OF YOU SEEN A HORROR MOVIE!?” Willow called after them, clear frustration and fear coming through in her voice.

Willow groaned and stood there for a moment, before jogging slowly in their direction. There was no way she was standing there in the dark woods by herself. Not like this.

When she finally spied them in the trees again, she slowed to a fast walk throwing her arms in the air.

“What the hell was that abo-…” her words were cut off as she tripped over what she assumed was a log and fell to the ground. “Ow fuck!” She groaned, Bucky and Steve jogging over to help her up.

Willow rolled to the side and managed to pull herself to her knees as she wiped her hands together, feeling something wet and sticky covering them.

Bucky knelt in front of her, "are you ok?" he asked. "Oh fuck," he swore before she had time to tell him that her ankle was sore and knees scraped.

"What is that?" She whispered.

"Who..." Steve huffed, "it's Hope."

Willow sat up on her knees, forcing the nausea down when she realized that she was covered in the dead girl's blood. Her shirt was hanging ripped from her bloody body and her chest was cleaved open with a large, rib splitting wound down the center.

"What the hell could have done that?" Bucky helped Willow from the ground, sweeping the leaves and moss from her body.

Steve lifted his shot gun as another twig snapped in the distance, "I don't fucking know man but whatever it is, whoever it is. They're stalking us."

Willow's whole body was shaking uncontrollably, for all the bravado she had, being covered in someone else's blood was enough to make her scared.

She held onto the boys as they checked her over, halting their movements as she grabbed their hands.

"We can't split up, it's not safe" she tugged on Steve's arm as he was about to head off in a random direction in the dark, he was shaking too, his eyes wide.

"But we need to find whoever is doing this," Bucky started, not willing to give up and wait to be killed off too. Willow nodded, looking determintally at him, blood was covering most of his arms due to him helping her up.

"And we will.. we will jus-" she was abruptly cut off by a scream sounding somewhere around them, making them instantly rush back towards the camp, armed and hoping to all they're on the right trail.

"STICK TOGETHER!" Willow screamed at them.

The boys ran slightly ahead of her as she tried everything to ignore the stinging sensation her ankle was currently shooting up her leg.

Bucky and Steve both came to a halt in the center of the clearing. Steve promptly raised his shotgun as Bucky turned back, reaching his hand out for Willow as she caught up to them. "What is it?" She asked, stepping from around the two towering men.

"Zemo?" Steve's voice cut through the deafening silence. A gasp left Willow's lips as Zemo turned to them, Scott's limp body falling to the grass below his feet.

"Welcome back kids!" Zemo's voice sang through the air, his crop top completely covered in blood and the kitchen knife Peter had was hanging in his right hand. His toothy grin glistened in the moonlight, sending a chill over Willow's body as she gripped the axe tighter. "Did you like my scavenger hunt?"

“What the fuck? You killed them for a- for a fucking game?” Willow asked, taking a step forwards in anger, Bucky trying to pull her back.

“You think I killed them?” Zemo laughed, it turning hysterical as he stared at Willow. “Wait’ll you see-“

Zemo stopped talking suddenly, and a trail of blood formed at the corner of his mouth before his body slumped to the ground, a hatchet sticking out of his back.

The moon came out from behind the clouds, illuminating the person behind Zemo.

Willow shook and Steve pointed the gun at the figure who stepped into the light, a large knife in one hand. Wind rustled through the trees and Willow kept waiting for someone else to step out of the shadows. They were wearing a burlap sac over their head and turned to face Willow. Her heart leapt into her throat and Bucky stepped forward to protect her.

"Hello, dear," an extremely familiar voice rang out through the dead silence. "I just couldn't stay away from here after all these years!"

Willow's eyes went wide as the killer ripped off the mask to reveal her mother's smiling face staring at her, eyes black like a shark's, and hollow.

"What the fuck..." Steve whispered.

A sinister cackle came from her mothers lips, as she tossed Peter's severed head to the ground. “Willow dear, I have to thank you. If it wasn’t for you getting this job, none of this would have been possible”

Willow stood, frozen as she stared, unsure if she was going to vomit or burst into tears. This couldn’t be her mother. No, this was some imposter or shapeshifting monster. Her mother could never.

“No…” was all she managed to whisper.

“What the fuck…” Steve spoke a little louder.

Bucky ripped the gun from Steve’s hand and cocked it as he took a few steps forward and pointed it at the killer.

“Bucky no!!” Willow begged “please.. give her a chance to explain.. there has to be something.. I can’t just let you..”

“I knew you’d always protect me, kitten” her mother smirked as she twirled the knife around.

Bucky turned the shotgun on Willow, "are you in on this?"

She couldn't even think let alone process what Bucky was accusing her off. Why was her mother here? What connections to this camp could she possibly have that would drive her to murder teenagers?

"Drop the weapon pretty boy," her mother laughed. "Willow has no idea, look at her. I didn't raise an idiot," her mother snapped and came to stand over Zemo's lifeless body. "I came to make things right. This camp used to be the only safe place in my life," she swung the knife around in the air wildly as she spoke.

Willow didn't recognize this person, whoever her mother had become in the shadows was sick and tormented. This was not her mother.

Bucky spun the gun back on her mother, unsure where to point in the chaos. "What the hell are you talking about?" he snapped at her.

"The handsome ones are always the most dangerous," her mother rolled her eyes.

"Bucky isn't like that," Willow argued, stepping forward with her axe still gripped in her shaky hands.

"Bucky isn't like that," her mother mocked. "What, you sucked his dick and now you're an expert on his personality? I'm doing this for us."

"What do you mean for us?! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS MOM?" Willow questioned the woman standing in front of her, trying to steady the axe in her hand as she tried to step closer to her. Tears were filling her eyes and making her vision blurry.

Bucky's arm shot out to stop her, the shot gun trained on her mom and his eyes too while Steve shouted at her, "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?!" his eyes running from Willow's face to her mom's. Anger and betrayal written all over his face.

"I'M GETTING TO YOU!" Her mother screeched, pointing the knife at Steve. "All of you boys are the same. Just like your Fathers," Her mother seethed. "Stupid, arrogant and only looking for pussy and the moment you don't get it, you turn mean and cruel."

Willow pushed against Bucky's hand, against his own protests. "What are you talking about!" Her voice shaky.

"John Walker Senior and his band of assholes including your father," She moved the knife towards Bucky, who raised the shotgun a little bit higher, "and your father." Her mother trained the knife back onto Steve. "They ruined this place for me. Got me fired all because I refused--'' Her voice cut off from the anger seeping from her pores. Even in the dim moonlight, Willow was losing sight of the woman standing in front of her. It wasn't her mother, it was something much darker.

“They all think they’re so safe, so comfortable in the power they hold over others. Who’d have ever suspected that their children would die gruesome, horrible deaths.” Willow’s mom took a step towards them and Steve hefted the gun at her head.

“Don’t fucking move,” he growled, and Willow’s mom sighed, looking to her.

“Don’t you ever get tired of being around assholes like this?” she asked, and Willow shook her head in disbelief.

"Mom, you're not thinking clearly--"

Her mother cut her off with a cackle that echoed through the air and made the three of them shudder. She smiled, taking a step toward Steve as she looked him up and down.

"Oh, don't you worry about me, sweetheart. I'm thinking just fine." She paused and trained those black, empty eyes that Willow no longer recognized on Steve's face. "I'll tell you what, Rogers. I'll let you choose how you die."

Steve's gun was trembling in his hands and Willow's mother took another step toward him, a psychotic and malicious grin spreading across her face.

"What's the matter, Rogers? Scared?"

“Of you?” He scoffed, and swallowed thickly, trying to put on a brave face. “Only cowards kill for reve-…”

Willow's mother lunged forward, slamming the knife between Steve’s ribs and twisting upwards, a wide smirk on her face as she watched the tall, broad man gurgle blood before his knees collapsed below him.

In the heat of the moment, Bucky pulled the trigger, hitting Willows mother throw the eye socket. Her limp body fell into the dirt, as Bucky threw the gun and collapsed on the ground, cradling Steve’s head in his hands.

“Hey, hey, hey … look at me Rogers, you’re okay” Bucky pleaded. “You have to be okay..”

Steve brought his hand up to Bucky's chest and smiled weakly at him, “… til the end of the line, pal” He whispered, as his head fell backwards and his body went limp.

A sob tore from Bucky's throat as Willow stood frozen in place, "Buck," she whispered through her tears.

His head snapped to where her mother had collapsed in the dirt, only her body was gone and only a thick pool of blood was left in her absence. "The lake," Bucky looked back to her, his eyes red and jaw tense. "There's canoes on the shore we can reach help."

"The kids, they're in the dining hall," Willow wasn't even sure how she was speaking, time felt sluggish and weird. Her mother had killed so many people. She looked down at the blood on her hands and blinked the tears from her sore eyes. The blood of your friends drawn from the blood of your kin she thought as her eyes drifted to the pool of blood left from her mother.

Bucky was standing now, tying Steve's bloody bandana around his wrist and checking his pockets for shotgun ammo. He marched over to her, covered in so much blood, streaks from where he had wiped the tears from his bloodshot eyes left on his cheeks. He pressed a hand to her face and forced her to look at him, "she's not after the kids, she's after you and me. We have to get to the lake."

Willow instinctively leaned into his touch, closing her eyes to take a steadying deep breath. She could feel Bucky's thumb rubbing gently across her cheekbone and as she opened her eyes he tilted his head down, to catch her gaze. "We're gonna get out of this...okay? Come on." He said and she knew that he was mustering up any ounce of courage he had left in him.

"Okay." She whispered as his hand dropped from her cheek, grasping hers and leading her towards the lakeshore.

They grabbed a canoe, dragging it into the water, hopping in and picking up the paddles. Bucky was in the back of the canoe, steering them away from the dock, deeper into the lake. When they were far enough away from shore, Willow stopped paddling, carefully turning around to face Bucky.

They sat for a moment in the stillness, then Willow said, “Did that really just happen? Tell me I’m wrong and my mother didn’t just go psychotic and kill nearly everyone. Tell me it’s gonna be okay, tell me- tell me…” Willow was getting more worked up by the minute.

“Hey, shh, it’s okay, we’re okay, we’ll be okay,” Bucky murmured, leaning forwards and cradling Willow’s face in his hands.

"I feel like I should be comforting you," she breathed.

Her eyes welled up with tears, mixing with the sweat, blood and dirt that had gathered on her face.

"You must hate me, Bucky."

Bucky shook his head.

"You didn't know, Willow. It's not your fault that your mom was a total psycho."

She began to cry and Bucky put his canoe paddle inside, next to him, grabbing hers to keep it from slipping into the water. He cupped her face in his hands again and smiled.

"We made it, right? That's all that matters."

She let out a broken sob, unable to control it anymore.

"I'm so sorry."

Bucky stared at her, his bright eyes searching hers. He was on the verge of tears. He just lost everyone, and he was still trying to be brave for her. He cleared his throat.

"You don't have to be sorry. Just kiss me."

Willow sniffled and moved forward, rocking the canoe, but they didn’t seem to care. She captured his lips hard and desperate, combing her bloodied hands into Buckys hair.

He moaned against her lips and placed his hands on her ribs, gripping her skin to keep her steady.

Her lips parted and their tongues jammed together, a mess of saliva, sweat and others blood mixing between them.

“Fuck Bucky..” Willowed whined, tugging on his hair and making him groan against her lips.

"We're gonna be okay," he pulled away from her and peppered her bloody face with rabid kisses. His hands gripped her tightly and slid her to the edge of her wooden seat until she was completely wrapped in his legs. "I'm going to get you out of this," he tangled his hands into her hair and pulled her against his lips.

Willow whined, kissing him back as her fingers tangled into the hair at the nape of his neck. The kiss was messy and this was definitely not how she wanted to spend the start of her summer but being in this canoe with her lips locked to his, the feeling of safety began to wash over her.

She pulled away, pressing her forehead to his, their chests heaving, "Please don't leave me." Willow whispered, her voice still shaky and her confidence and bravado completely gone at this point.

“I’m not going anywhere, I told you, we’re making it out of this,” Bucky said, pressing his lips to hers again before pulling away. “We’re safe out here, I promise.”

As the words left his lips, a body popped out of the water and a haunting howl echoed through the night, piercing their ears. Willow and Bucky screamed as a hand reached out and tried to pull the canoe over.

It took Willow a few seconds to realize that it was her mother with a large bloody bullet wound in her eye and her mouth agape in a desperate, furious cry. Bucky grabbed a paddle in both hands and held it like a spear.

"GO TO HELL!" He roared as he jammed the canoe handle into her mother's eye socket.

Another howl, but this time it was one of pain. She kept trying to grasp onto the edge of the canoe and Bucky snarled as Willow picked up her own paddle. They had to end this. As terrified as she was in that moment, she knew what they had to do.

Willow began to slam the paddle against her mother's skull, watching blood and bone fly into the water. Bucky pulled the paddle from her eye socket. Her fingers were still holding on to the edge.

"THIS IS FOR STEVE, YOU FUCKING BITCH!"

He turned the handle around and jammed it into her neck. Willow watched in horror as her mother's head was severed from her body, sinking into the water. The pruny fingers that gripped the canoe slid off of the wood and the body disappeared into the black water below.

Bucky and Willow stared into the water, breathing hard, their paddles and faces covered in blood. It was all over the canoe, too.

"We have to get the fuck out of here," he whispered. He grabbed Willow's hand. "I'm not gonna leave you. Okay? I promise."

She nodded and Bucky kissed her again before they plunked themselves down and began to paddle as hard as they could until they reached the other side of the lake. She could see police lights, and she knew they were going to make it out of here together.

It was over.

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