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heestoleurgirl · 2 days ago

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sim jaeyun 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚

₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ in which riki broke up with you, leaving you devastated and depressed. that is, until you get drunk on a night out, and somehow find yourself in his best friend's bed.

genre: angst, smut (pwp) pairing: ex's best friend!jake x fem!reader warnings: smut, MDNI!! wc: 5k

A/N: why am i writing jake smut, im not even jake biased

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21 days. 21 days since your boyfriend, riki, broke up with you. everyone said it would get easier to deal with over time, and you knew they were right, but you still felt like shit every hour of every single day.

anywhere you looked, you'd just get reminded of him and have flashes of unwanted memories in your mind. it felt like absolute torture. yes, this had been your first serious relationship and you loved him so much, of course you were upset (to say the least).

the worst part was that you still saw him every now and then on campus, which only made your heart ache more. especially when he happened to be around his girl friends. you knew it was just irrational jealousy but that didn't stop you from getting nauseous at the sight.

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one thing was for certain: you couldn't keep going like this, you were extremely exhausted from feeling so miserable 24/7. crying all the time was getting old, and rotting in bed forever didn't seem like a good long term solution. so, you had a totally mature and genius idea that would definitely not make things worse in any way. there was a house party being hosted by someone you knew, it would be the perfect place to get drunk and forget about your ex. even if it's just for one night.

your friends had already been nagging you to go, knowing your current state and how you barely left your house unless it was absolutely necessary. they were worried for you and missed your radiant aura. minhee was convinced she'd find you a hot guy that would help you move on. yeah, you knew that wouldn't work as simple as that, it wasn't easy to simply forget someone you loved with your whole heart and dated for quite a while. but at least you could give it a try, right?

♡

fast forward to friday, you sat on the carpet in front of the body length mirror in your room, attempting to do your makeup. truth be told, it's been a while since you made yourself look so glamorous, which made it all the more difficult to get ready. every fibre of your being was screaming at you to just stay home and cry yourself to sleep while watching rom coms. but you pushed through, forcing yourself to stay on track with your plans and also not let down your friends who were there for you.

the faint sound of a honk broke you out of your thoughts, causing you to grab your belongings and waddle down the stairs in a dress that was shorter than you were comfortable with. your friend karina had gotten it for you a while ago, and you felt bad for never wearing it since then.

"looking good y/nnie!" minhee smirked and jokingly whistled as you managed to navigate yourself in to the passenger seat of her car.

all you could do was roll your eyes and playfully nudge her shoulder. "shut up"

she wiggled her brows in response before shifting gears and taking off to pick the other girls up too. you'd be lying if you said you weren't nervous about tonight, and feeling some form of regret. you could only pray and hope that riki wouldn't be there, or you'd definitely drown yourself in the pool without a second thought.

following your excited and chatty friends up the stairs felt strangely like walking towards your impending doom. you stuck close to minhee, who unsurprisingly immediately made her way to the drinks. not like you minded, because there was no way you were surviving this night without any alcohol.

the unknown mix of drinks burned your throat as you swallowed it, not really bothering to be sensible. before you knew it, you were on the dance floor with your friends, laughing and singing along to the songs blasting from the speakers. even if it was due to the alcohol, finally having a smile on your face was really refreshing. karina seemed to notice, who flashed you a grin and tugged you closer as the two of you were dancing like there was no tomorrow.

as the night went on, you gradually lost yourself to the alcohol that was now buzzing in your veins. you didn't feel like yourself at all, but in the best way possible. anyone would be able to tell that you were completely out of it by now.

you had no idea where your friends had disappeared off to, and somehow you found yourself not caring. while you were busy pushing past people with no particular destination in mind, you accidentally bumped into someone.

"woopsies, silly me!" you giggled drunkenly, looking up to see who it was. your heart did a backflip when you managed to recognize the face staring back at you.

"no worries darling." you knew that aussie accent way too well. standing right in front of you was jake, riki's best friend. honestly you were just relieved that it wasn't riki himself.

"oh, hi jake." you stumbled a bit and grabbed onto his arm for support. he merely looked down at you in amusement, finding the blush on your cheek quite cute. his eyebrow shot up subtly, eyeing the revealing dress that was definitely out of chatacter for you. despite that, you looked undeniably gorgeous like always.

jake's hand moved to your waist casually, acting as a stabilizer so you wouldn't fall over. normally, you would've felt awkward in a situation like this, but now you weren't even phased.

"you look like you've had one too many drinks, hm?" he leaned closer to speak, so you'd hear him over the loud music. your hands instinctively tightened around his arm.

"i-i'm fine..." you mumbled stubbornly, even though it was obvious you were close to collapsing right there on the spot.

"are you here alone? where are your friends?" if you were sober, you definitely wouldn't have missed the slight concern laced with his voice.

"uhmm... i dunno!" you grinned sheepishly at him, still pressed against his arm. "i think they ditched me"

you had no idea when or how you lost them, so his guess was as good as yours. "i was just about to leave anyway. can't leave a pretty thing like you drunk and alone"

before you knew it, jake was dragging you out of the party along with him. you weren't exactly sure what was going on, but even in your state you knew that you trusted him. after all, he was your ex's best friend, you'd known him for a while.

♡

jake guided you into his bedroom, sitting you down on his bed and looking down at you, as if contemplating something. now that you were actually here, in his apartment, he wasn't sure if this was the right decision. but what else could he do, leave you at the party when you were completely shitfaced? absolutely not.

he kneeled down in front of you and carefully took one of your legs in his hand, removing your heel with the upmost precision. the other one was discarded too, letting your feet feel relieved from being squished together all night.

you were quiet now, past your drunken giggling and just zoning out, having no clue where you were. he almost laughed at the sight. he'd never seen you so vulnerable and adorable.

"stay here, i'll bring you some water" he stood up and disappeared into the bathroom for a few minutes. true to his words, he returned with the water in one hand, and a pill in the other.

you watched with glossy eyes as he sat down next to you and gently guided the glass to your lips. you obeyed, feeling refreshed by the cold liquid. he gave you the pill next, urging you to swallow it. "this will make your headache more bearable tomorrow"

a quiet hum left your lips as you followed his instructions, then set the glass aside on his nightstand. your movements were still uncoordinated and messy, making him chuckle.

"you tired, pretty?" jake examined your droopy eyes, you looked so cute he had to hold himself back from smothering you in affection.

the first time jake saw you, he had felt starstruck. if he could go back in time, he definitely wouldn't have fumbled you so bad. he was a coward, he waited too long and suddenly you were dating his best friend. despite all his attempts to get rid of his attraction towards you, nothing seemed to work in his favour. you were quite literally the only girl he couldn't have, and ironically enough also the only one he wanted. but of course, he was respectful of your relationship with riki and was good at hiding his feelings towards you, he'd never let his jealousy be the reason he fell out with his best friend.

so here you were, sitting in his bed, drunk off your ass and it wouldn't take a genius to figure out why you'd drink so much. he wasn't sure how riki would react if he knew the situation he was in right now. he chose to push that thought aside and focus on you.

when you didn't answer his question, he spoke again, "you can sleep in my clothes, yeah?"

you nodded and stood up, letting him help you make your way to the bathroom. As he was closing the door, he added one more thing. "if you need any help, just shout for me."

it was quite difficult to get your dress off, but you managed somehow. all your limbs felt weak and heavy, and you were still disoriented, though you were able to change without falling over or breaking anything. jake's shirt swallowed your small frame comfortably, and you smiled faintly at the smell of his cologne lingering on the fabric. your mind was a jumbled mess of feelings as you returned, seeing him scrolling his phone, also in a more comfortable set of clothes.

he looked up and smirked at you, his eyes shamelessly travelling down your body as he took in the sight of you. to him, you'd never looked hotter. the combination of your messy hair and his shirt stopping by your mid-thighs was enough to make his head spin. he had to remind himself that you were drunk, and no matter how badly he wanted you he couldn't take advantage of you in this state.

seeing him pat a spot on the bed, you didn't need much convincing to climb under the covers and rest your head on a pillow. once again, you were welcomed with his scent, causing you to feel strangely comforted.

jake stood up and gave you one last look, making sure you were laid on your side so you wouldn't accidentally hurt yourself by choking on your tongue.

"where are you going?" you asked tiredly, opening your eyes to see him by the door of his bedroom.

"i'm sleeping on the couch." he raised a brow, surprised to see you sit up in the bed after just getting comfortable. your next words made him wonder if he was hallucinating.

"come back, i don't want to be alone"

your quiet, pleading voice was simply impossible to resist. how could he say no, when you were looking at him with literal puppy eyes? he sighed, and following a moment of hesitation he climbed into bed next to you. it's not like he didn't want to sleep next to you, god he would give anything to experience this. but he wasn't sure how long he could control himself when you were in his bed, looking like an angel.

for a few minutes, the room was filled with heavy silence as the two of you simply stared at each other. you admired his face, the dim lighting only adding to the tension slowly filling the air. you'd never really noticed just how pretty he was before. his round, brown eyes seemed so welcoming.

"jake..." you almost whispered his name, with nothing specific in mind. you just wanted to end the silence between you, it felt too tense.

"hm?" his eyes never left yours, studying your face as if you were the most interesting thing in the world. the longer you looked at him, the more your heart seemed to race.

"i... i don't know"

"what's wrong?" jake studied your glossy eyes, wondering why you were suddenly acting so emotional. his heart clenched at the sight of you nearly crying. he longed to pull you close and kiss you until you were smiling again.

"i don't know, i just..." you struggled to find words to express how you felt, especially with the alcohol still lingering in your system. there was so much you wanted to say, but you knew better than to break down in his bed when he'd been kind enough to bring you home with him safely. "...i don't wanna be alone. i hate the silence, i hate feeling everything and nothing at the same time i-"

suddenly you felt his finger wiping a stray tear from your cheek, one you haven't even noticed falling. there it was, that familiar heavy feeling in your heart. the one you were so sick of feeling, all you wanted was for it to go away.

you didn't really think before scooting over and hugging jake's larger frame. your face was buried in his neck, a good way to hide your tears as well as your embarrassment. his warmth felt intoxicating and you clutched his shirt like you were afraid he'd disappear.

jake didn't hesitate to welcome your hug and return it, he was more than happy to be your shoulder to cry on. seeing you in such a state made him realize just how emotionally drained you'd been since the breakup happened, he silently cursed riki for not taking care of you properly.

you felt like this was the first time someone had properly hugged you in weeks, which didn't help the overflowing emotions you were already experiencing. you clinged to him as if he was your lifeline, your only hope. there was no way you could explain the way his entire presence and embrace was more comforting than anything you'd felt in a while.

maybe you were delusional, but being in his arms like this made you feel all the more attracted to him. letting your guard down was something you rarely ever did, even with your most trusted friends. yet here you were, silently crying in jake's bed and confessing how lonely you felt as of late. it felt so intimate to be vulnerable around him.

"it's okay, you're not alone. i'm here, yeah?" he murmured against your hair, rubbing your back gently in an attempt to calm you down. if he wasn't paying attention, he would've missed the subtle nod of your head.

"i'm sorry. please don't leave." you whispered, sliding your hands under his shirt to feel the bare skin of his back that was practically radiating heat.

your touch caught him off guard and he almost hissed at the contact, his arms tightened around your waist. "i'm not going anywhere darling, and you have nothing to be sorry for. you've been through a lot and you just need some love"

yeah, you did need love. you felt guilty, a part of you still yearned for it to be riki who gave you the love you wanted so badly. but he was gone now, no matter how much you cried over it the past won't change. the more rational part of your brain was constantly urging you to move on and accept the fact that riki doesn't love you anymore. you swore the mixed emotions were going to drive you insane, if they haven't already.

but right now, even if it wasn't what you wanted, jake was what you needed. if only you knew the true extent of how much he cared for you.

jake's hands paused against your back when he felt the soft press of your lips against his neck. it surprised him so much that he couldn't help but wonder if he was imagining things. but no, he felt it yet again. "fuck, angel... don't do that" he struggled to speak properly.

"why not?" you pulled away a bit to examine his face, searching for signs of any discomfort, or maybe disgust. you just wanted to shower him in affection to show him how grateful you felt to be here with him right now. to be able to sleep in his bed and cry in his arms to your heart's extent.

he wasn't sure how to explain the reason he didn't want you to kiss him right now, and you were completely oblivious to his internal struggle.

"you're still tipsy, and emotional..." jake brushed a strand of hair away from your cheek, "i'm not going to take advantage of your state." he was being so sweet to you, it was almost annoying. yes, you were still not entirely sober but you couldn't deny the overwhelming urge to be... close to him.

so instead of replying, you leaned closer and pecked his cheek, causing jake to groan aloud. how could he possibly restrain himself when the girl he was whipped for was acting like this? he cupped your jaw with one hand and pulled your face closer, placing his lips onto yours with one swift motion.

your eyes fluttered shut and you kissed back as if you had done this a million times before. it felt so natural, and you were becoming lightheaded from how perfectly your lips felt against each other. previously you'd been worried that kissing someone would feel wrong, and you thought you'd imagine you were kissing riki instead, but right now there wasn't a single thought about him in your mind. all you could focus on was how good it was.

jake felt like he was losing his mind more every second he continued to kiss you. he didn't care how needy he might be coming off, cause fuck he'd wanted to this for months. never in a million years did he anticipate it would actually happen, in this context no less.

the kiss grew more heated as you moved your hands from his back to feel up his defined abs, relishing how supple and warm his skin was. at the same time, jake had a hand cupping your cheek, while the other one slid down to your waist, dipping under the shirt you were wearing. the feeling of your bare skin under his fingertips was absolutely euphoric. safe to say, neither of you were thinking about how right or wrong this might be at the moment. all your thoughts were out the window and you were entirely immersed in his company.

he didn't hesitate for a second when he realized you were tugging at the hem of his shirt, silently demanding its removal. the t-shirt was tossed aside, landing somewhere on the floor of his bedroom. your eyes widened as you were met with the sight of his bare upper body, you had to hold yourself back from practically drooling at the view. jake noticed your lustful gaze and couldn't help but smirk to himself. he pulled you closer and kissed you briefly before whispering in your ear lowly, "your turn."

he didn't leave you time to respond, tugging your shirt over your head. the action made you blush a bit, but you lifted your arms to help him remove the item of clothing. faint goosebumps littered your skin due to the sudden loss of heat, mixed with the tension in the air.

your hands landed on his chest, you took a moment to look into his eyes before inching closer and placing your lips on his for the nth time. the passion was halted for a moment, leaving room for the kiss to be more timid and soft. it didn't last for long though, soon enough it turned needy once again.

jake sat up without warning and pulled you into his lap snugly by your waist. your legs landed on either side of his thighs as you made yourself comfortable and wrapped your arms around his neck. his half lidded eyes and lazy grin made your heart skip a beat. for a second you felt stunned, an overwhelming sense of need filled you. he didn't miss the way your gaze travelled down his bare body once again, it sent a strange kind of satisfaction through him.

his lips found their way down from your jaw to your neck, peppering it with soft kisses. a quiet groan left his throat as you thread your fingers through his dark brown hair. the playful kisses turned into gentle nips and bites, jake couldn't resist leaving a few pretty marks along your porcelain skin.

your hushed gasp was a contrast to the mostly quiet atmosphere as his hands had somehow ended up squeezing your backside. the action caused you to arch your back instinctively, making you grind against him.

"fuck." he whispered, gently guiding your hips in his lap. the slight friction was intoxicating.

"jake..." his name left your mouth in a quiet whisper as you leaned your forehead on his shoulder, letting your urges get the best of you.

"i know, baby" his hands slid lower to caress your inner thighs tenderly. he tried not to moan as his hips pushed upward involuntary, amplifying the friction between you, while his boxers were becoming increasingly tight as his arousal strained against the fabric.

your lips found his once more, you were getting more desperate by the second and your mind was consumed purely with need for him. the material of his sweatpants felt soft under your fingers as you tugged subtly.

jake's breath hitched and his resolve crumbled almost immediately. he was a gone man, there was no going back now. breaking the kiss and muttering a quiet curse, he shoved his sweats and boxers down his hips in one swift motion. the rest was kicked off carelessly, leaving him completely bare under you. his hard length stood heavy against his stomach, flushed and leaking.

the sight made you want to faint on the spot, you had been so caught up chasing your lust and now it all felt real. you were still hovering on your knees, having lifted your hips to let him remove his remaining clothes.

but jake didn't plan on waiting around while you admired his erection, in a quick motion he flipped you over, pushing you against the pillows as he hovered above you. the view he had right now was almost enough to make him cum on the spot: you laid beneath him, sprawled out with messy hair and slightly swollen lips. not to mention some red marks he's left on your neck earlier (they definitely weren't the last either).

"you're so gorgeous, it's unfair."

before you knew it, he was kissing your shoulder, distracting you from the way his hand slid under your lacy panties. the gasp that left your lips was enough to let him know that you were surprised to feel his finger trail along your folds. god you were so wet he groaned out loud, opting to suck on your neck to keep himself quiet.

your arms darted to wrap around his neck once more as you felt him slide a finger into you. a broken moan left your lips, you bucked your hips into his hand, wanting to feel more of him.

"fuck, pretty, you're soaked" he murmured, his voice somewhat strained as he held himself back from shoving himself in fully and fucking you until you passed out.

"jake-" you couldn't speak properly even if you tried, especially not when another finger was pushed into you with ease. it was completely out of your control how your walls clenched around his diligently working fingers. "please..."

he could tell you were growing impatient and he knew exactly what you were asking for. as much as he longed to tease you and make you squirm under him as much as possible, his own arousal was consuming him whole.

after a few more pumps of his fingers, he pulled them out, earning a quiet whimper from you. he couldn't hold back a smirk, there was nothing that turned him on more than seeing you all desperate and needy for him, like you'd die if he didn't fill you up immediately. jake was pretty sure he'd never been as hard as he was right now in his entire life.

your panties were practically ripped off, not that you minded because that was the least of your concerns at the moment. you were completely focused on how jake grabbed your thighs and nudged them apart to position himself at your entrance.

he rubbed his tip against your aching clit, coating himself in your wetness and teasing you at the same time. "is this what you need doll? want me to fill you up?" he asked, his voice was low and laced with desire even with the obvious rhetorical question. he nudged inside, not giving you the full length yet as he moved his hands all over your body.

"yes! please jake, i need you" you whined shamelessly in response, tugging him closer with your hands on his back. there was no room for embarrassment, especially when you knew how much he was getting off from your begging.

he grunted in satisfaction at your response, pushing inside slowly until his hips pressed against yours. your gummy walls were tight and inviting, sucking him in with no effort. if jake thought he was close to losing it completely earlier, he was not ready for this moment. his entire body was tingling, senses heightened yet his brain completely gone, unable to form coherent thoughts.

"so good for me, i knew you could take it" he soothed your faint whimpers with a kiss on your forehead.

your eyes were glossy from the immense pleasure you felt with him just being buried to the hilt. the stretch was perfect, he filled you up perfectly without causing any pain.

after a moment of panting and moans, jake started to rock his hips, thrusting into you slowly. he wasn't sure how long he'd last with you being so perfect for him in every way.

"holy fuck..." he closed his eyes for a moment, desperate to keep himself together in favour of your pleasure and comfort. your soft moans and gasps didn't help his case one bit.

you couldn't stay quiet even if you tried, he was bringing you so much euphoria you swore you would explode. your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as he sped up his movements, pushing as deep as possible. "fuck, jake..."

"so vocal for me" he hummed against your ear, his breath tickling your skin and giving you goosebumps yet again, only heightening the growing pleasure. as he continued to thrust into you, his hand left your waist to grap one or your hands and hold it down against the mattress, fingers intertwining naturally.

a sudden pain shot through his body in result of your nails digging into the skin of his back, altering between scratching and holding on. but the feeling only turned him on more, urging him to pound into you even faster.

"you're doing so well angel, shit" jake knew he wouldn't last much longer, so he was very relieved to feel you squirm and clench around his dick.

"it's so much..." you muttered between moans, your senses were flooded and overwhelmed by now. you swore you could see stars every time you felt his tip push against your cervix, his movements were painfully precise. "i'm close, jake"

you calling his name out so sweetly was music to his ears. he kissed your cheek and spoke in a strained voice yet again, "me too, you gonna come for me princess? hm?"

it was a miracle that you even lasted this long, your adamant nods were only seconds prior to you clamping down on him hard. a mix of a moan and grunt was heard from jake as he let go of your hand to wrap his arms around your waist instead.

with a few more sloppy thrusts, his climax was just behind yours. his hair was tugged and you squeezed your legs tightly as his hips jerked. you were filled up by ropes of his thick seed, making your eyes roll back from the pleasure completely and moan his name like a prayer.

both your bodies were moulded against each other, only disrupted occasionally with your light squirms. jake stroked your hair gently, holding onto you like he was afraid you would disappear. after a few peaceful moments, he carefully pulled out and grabbed a clean tissue to help you clean up.

once you were both under the cover again, he didn't waste any time to pull you against his chest. "i'm here, i won't leave." he whispered sweet reassurances to you, caressing any part of you he could reach. you practically melted into his arms completely, his presence was beyond comforting for your exhausted self.

you muttered against his warm skin quietly, "thank you"

"for what?" he smiled sweetly, even though you couldn't see his face. here you were, thanking him when you had been the one to give him the best experience he could ever ask for.

"taking care of me."

"i would never neglect my baby."

his words were enough to paint a soft smile onto your tired face. it didn't take long for you to drift into a peaceful sleep, especially when you were cuddled up to him so snugly. jake's heart swelled at how cute you looked in his arms. he couldn't ask for more, all he'd wanted was to take care of you and he finally got the chance, he wasn't going to hesitate or be a coward with you ever again.

a/n: so. i just wanted to try out writing smut but this is gonna be my first and last time because WTFF IS THIS LMAO

i'm sticking to smaus i can't write for the life of me

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dirtyvulture · 2 days ago

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The Maid - Part 2

Socialite!Wanda Maximoff x Beefy!Rich!Reader*

Maid!Natasha Romanoff x Beefy!Rich!Reader*

18+ only, read at your own risk

Word count: 4705

Summary: You are married to a wealthy socialite, but your newly hired housemaid doesn’t approve of the marriage.

AN: Thank you so much for the response to part 1! And thank you to everyone who was so patient and understanding for this part taking a while to write. I hope you all like it.

*Reader has a penis, no pronouns used.

Wanda seems to be in a better mood lately, Natasha notices, probably because the two of you rekindled whatever complicated romance you had going on. And as sad and lonely as it had made Natasha feel, at least Wanda was being less rude to her, and that would always be a win in her book.

The grocery trips and errands she sends Natasha on are less demanding, although Natasha’s unsure if she’s becoming more comfortable or Wanda’s gotten less picky. Wanda still requests Natasha’s help for her weekly meetings, and Natasha cannot understand why someone who is unemployed goes so out of her way to find the most mundane, meaningless things to participate in. But it keeps Natasha paid and busy, and she still gets to see you a few times a week.

“What are you doing this weekend, Natasha?” Wanda asks while the two of them are in the kitchen. Wanda is on her laptop while Natasha stands at the counter, cutting vegetables for dinner.

“Um…” Natasha knows better than to tell Wanda the truth, which is that she’ll be sitting alone in her apartment for the next two days and eating ice cream on her couch. “Some friends invited me to go shopping with them at the mall,” she lies. She doesn’t have friends and she certainly doesn’t have the budget to shop at a mall after all the debt she still owes.

“I’ll be gone all weekend with some girlfriends,” Wanda says, not even acknowledging Natasha’s plans, which makes her wonder why she had even bothered to ask in the first place. “I’m not into wine tasting much, but the girls go nuts for it. I’m just going for the spa at the resort, between you and me.”

Natasha has no idea what to do with this information. But she’s spared from answering when the garage door rumbles open.

Wanda slams her laptop shut. “Oh, Y/N is home early.” She gets up to greet you. Natasha can hear your voices carry through the hall.

“You’re early tonight,” Wanda says. “I was just telling Natasha about my weekend plans to Vermont with the girls–”

“Your weekend plans?” you interrupt. “Since when did you have plans to go to Vermont?” Natasha has never heard you sound genuinely angry before. She stops cutting the carrots to focus on eavesdropping.

“Carol wanted to go for her birthday!” your wife says.

“Wanda,” you say, your voice lowering. “Our anniversary is this weekend. I booked us a stay at the Ritz and got us tickets to see Wicked–”

“Well, just ask for a refund!” Wanda hisses. Natasha is stunned that this is her first response to forgetting about her entire anniversary with you. “And we can celebrate when I get back–”

“‘Get back?’” you repeat. “That’s not the point, Wanda. Why don’t you ask for a refund for your trip–”

“I can’t do that to the girls,” Wanda says. “Carol’s been looking forward to this for months!”

You mumble something that Natasha can’t hear. She feels awful for you. Clearly, you had spent a lot of money and time planning a nice outing, and your wife didn’t seem to care one bit. In fact, she tried to put the blame on you for intruding on her plans. Natasha felt herself shaking with rage for you. You deserved so much better.

The two of you trudge into the kitchen and Natasha hastily goes back to cutting the carrots. Wanda is hanging onto your arm, tiptoeing to whisper into your ear but you shake her off and walk through the kitchen to the staircase. Natasha knows that Wanda is glaring at the back of her head, probably upset that she had overheard, but for once she doesn’t say anything and disappears after you.

The mood is particularly subdued when Natasha serves up roasted salmon with a colorful vegetable medley and mashed potatoes.

“Thank you, Natasha,” you say as she hands you a loaded plate.

Wanda doesn’t say anything when Natasha gives her a plate.

While the two of you eat in awkward silence, Natasha cleans up the kitchen, her final task of the day. She grabs her purse and heads towards the door, when she hears footsteps behind her.

It’s you.

“Can I walk you out to your car?” you ask. “I know it’s a safe neighborhood, but I don’t want you walking out in the dark by yourself.”

Natasha is so flattered by your offer she doesn’t stop to consider how Wanda might feel about this.

“Sure, I really appreciate that. Thank you.” She leads the way out of your house.

“Sorry you always have to park around the corner,” you add, maintaining a respectful distance from her on the sidewalk. “I’ve told Wanda the whole neighborhood knows you work for us. But she’s…” you trail off, clearly not wanting to speak ill of your wife.

“I’m sorry she forgot your anniversary,” Natasha blurts out.

You seem startled that Natasha had been eavesdropping, but quickly recover. “Well, it’s…it’s not the first time she’s done it,” you admit in a soft voice. “I don’t know why I bother trying to do anything special anymore. It’s just another day to her. And it seems like she’d rather spend it with anyone but me.”

“She’s missing out,” Natasha says, surprised by her own confidence. “You’re a wonderful person and you deserve someone who will appreciate the efforts you go to celebrate important milestones like that.” She stops before she can offer herself up.

“Oh. Well, thank you. That’s very kind of you to say.”

The two of you stop at Natasha’s beat-up Nissan.

“Thanks for walking me to my car–” she starts.

“Are you busy this weekend?” you ask suddenly, in a rushed whisper as if Wanda is around the corner listening. “If you’re not, would you like to see Wicked with me at the Gershwin Theater? I told Wanda I could probably get a credit with the Ritz, but I don’t want to deal with the hassle of exchanging the tickets, too. You can come over Saturday night and I’ll drive us?”

Natasha is so shocked by your proposal she doesn’t even have the words to agree at first. Growing up, she had loved watching musical movies until the VHS tapes wore out, but she had never had the opportunity to see a live performance. Even now as an adult, she still didn’t have the time nor the budget to see a show. To hear you ask that you wanted her to join you, when you had bought the tickets for you and your wife to enjoy on your anniversary she had forgotten, sounded almost too good to be true.

But if Wanda found out you had taken Natasha instead of her…Natasha shuddered at the thought. Maybe this was stepping over the line of professionalism. Natasha wanted to keep her job (and her head), and as much as the opportunity was a dream come true for her, she didn’t want to take advantage of your kindness or weakness.

“Um, I’m supposed to go shopping at the mall with some friends on Saturday,” Natasha says, cringing at the patheticness of her life. “But really–thank you for inviting me. I’m sure you have friends you’d rather take over your maid.”

“I don’t have any friends,” you say, so deadpan that Natasha almost laughs but quickly turns it into a cough when she realizes you’re being serious. While you seemed more reserved than your wife, Natasha refused to believe you didn’t have a strong social network. You were in charge of your own company and clearly doing well if you lived in this neighborhood and could afford a personal housemaid like her.

“Good evening!” The two of you startle when a cheery voice comes out of nowhere.

“Hello, Mr. Vision,” Natasha says, spotting the eccentric man first as he walks by at a rapid pace.

“Late night walk, Vis?” you call out, and he nods with a wave, pumping his arms faster and milling away. The only thing Natasha knew about Vision was that he lived by himself at the end of the street. He had no wife or kids that she knew of, not even a job as he was constantly seen walking around the neighborhood at odd hours. But he never approached Natasha or made her feel uncomfortable, which was more than she could say for most of the people living here, so she was happy to ignore him.

When Vision moves out of sight, you say, “Well, if your plans happen to change…” You fumble in your pockets awkwardly, pulling out a bent business card and handing it to Natasha. “My cell number is on there. Text me before Saturday if you’re still interested.”

“Okay.” Natasha doesn’t want to get your hopes (or hers) up, but she still isn’t convinced this is a good idea. “Have a good night, Y/N.”

“Good night, Natasha.”

She loves the way her name sounds coming out of your mouth.

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Natasha is still unsure she made the right decision to turn down your offer to see Wicked. She even called her only friend, Clint, to ask if she should’ve said yes.

“Well, you’re just seeing a show together. Think of it like a work bonus or something. Bosses give their employees nice stuff like that all the time,” Clint says as Natasha picks at a box of takeout in front of the television. Cooking at home was not her favorite chore after doing it all day for her clients.

“Yes, but it’s just the two of us,” Natasha stresses. “Y/N got the tickets to celebrate an anniversary and Wanda already hates me as it is–”

“Nah, she doesn’t hate you,” Clint says.

“You haven’t met her! You don’t see the way she treats me.”

“Exactly. Maybe this is Y/N’s way of apologizing for her behavior,” Clint says.

“I don’t know…” It was already Friday night. Natasha didn’t have much time now to change her mind if she was going to.

“Be nice to yourself, Nat. Let someone do something for you,” Clint goes on. “You work so hard for these people all the time. And I know how much you’ve always wanted to see a live performance.” Natasha feels tears well up in her eyes. She wishes Clint was here in person so she could give him a hug. “Nothing bad will happen. Just tell Y/N you want to go before someone else takes your spot.”

Natasha takes a steely breath. Clint is right. It wasn’t a date. It just was her nice boss treating her out to a Broadway show. Never mind the fact that you had intended to take your wife initially. Wanda would never have to know, right?

“Okay. Thanks, Clint.”

“Enjoy!”

As soon as she hangs up, Natasha goes into her texts. She already created a contact for you the night you gave her your business card. Her anxiety is through the roof as she types out a message to you, then deletes it and starts over. She gets more and more frustrated trying to find the right words, before she finally throws in the towel and clicks “Send.”

Less than a minute later, you respond.

Happiness explodes inside of Natasha. She can hardly believe her luck. Not only does she get to see her first Broadway show, but she gets to see it with you, and have dinner on top of it. She darts over to her closet, looking for the nicest dress she owns.

Wanda be damned. Natasha was going to have a great night with you.

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“Table for two, please.”

“Did you have a reservation?” the blonde woman at the podium asks.

“No,” you respond.

“Oh, well, I’m so sorry, but we’re all booked out for the evening,” she apologizes.

Natasha stands behind you meekly. She can’t even pronounce the name of the restaurant and doesn’t know what kind of food they serve, but it’s probably far beyond anything she could ever afford. She’s wearing a dark green dress that almost reaches her ankles and is conservative in protecting her assets, and spent over an hour doing her makeup, and she wonders if strangers will look at the two of you and assume you’re a couple. She wouldn’t go out of her way to correct them.

“That’s okay. This was a last-minute plan for us,” you explain. “If Tony is working tonight, can you please tell him Y/N stopped by to say hello?”

“Wait, you know Mr. Stark?” the woman pales. “Don’t go anywhere. You said your name is Y/N?”

You smile and nod. The woman steps down from her podium and dashes into the back.

“I thought you said you didn’t have any friends,” Natasha boldly teases.

You turn and wink at her.

“Tony and I went to college together,” you explain, although this implies you shared a friendship of some kind. “And clearly, his business is doing better than mine–”

The woman quickly returns with a short bearded man wearing a gray suit with red-tinted glasses that match his tie.

“Y/N!” Tony shouts, embracing you in a dramatic hug. “You should’ve told me you were coming tonight! I could’ve put together a private booth in the back–”

“It was last-minute,” you say. “This is Natasha, by the way. She’s a friend.” Natasha is thrilled at the way you associate her with you.

“Hello, Natasha, I’m Tony.” He takes her hand and gently kisses her knuckles. He doesn’t seem surprised you haven’t brought Wanda along instead. “I take it you haven’t been here before, Miss Natasha? You won’t need a menu, I’ll have the chef bring out the best dishes we have tonight.”

“That’s very kind of you,” you say.

“Follow me! You can have a table in our east wing. Where’s Wanda?” Tony says rapid-fire, turning around and leading them deeper into the restaurant. You step out of the way and motion to let Natasha go first, and she feels your hand graze her back as she walks past you.

“She’s out with her girlfriends for the weekend,” you answer from behind Natasha.

“Your anniversary is coming up, right?” Tony asks.

“Yes,” you respond, your voice suddenly tense.

The restaurant is packed, every visible table filled with customers, until they turn around a corner to a quiet, completely empty area.

“Pick any table. I’ll have a waiter come out with some drinks shortly,” Tony says.

“Thanks, Tony.”

“Thank you, Tony,” Natasha echoes, unsure if she likes this special treatment. You pick a table near the corner and pull her chair out for her. As soon as the two of you are seated, a waiter in a vested suit appears with a few bottles of wine, making suggestions and pouring samples into the glasses. Natasha doesn’t have enough knowledge to understand what he’s saying or differentiate the tastes, but she enjoys the experience. It feels strange to have someone serve her, when she’s normally the one waiting on people’s every demand.

The two of you share several appetizers together. Natasha feels like she’s floating in a dream. You have been nothing but generous and respectful to her, but every time your left hand reaches across the table for the caviar, the wedding ring on your finger taunts her.

The dinner itself is a four-course affair, including a rich chocolate cake that Natasha devours faster than she can fully enjoy. When the bill arrives (which Tony has already chopped in half), Natasha still asks if she can chip in (despite knowing full well she doesn’t have the money to cover even her portion), but you push her card away and give the waiter your black card.

The theater is three blocks from Tony’s restaurant, so you leave your car in valet parking and ask Natasha if she’s okay walking. She had not planned ahead very well, so she only has a thin cardigan to cover her shoulders. You notice her shivering and offer her your heavy black jacket that completely engulfs her frame. Your scent completely surrounds her now and Natasha swears she won’t wash this dress ever again.

The line into the theater moves quickly and Natasha follows you all the way down to the front, where your seats are perfectly center to the stage. She crawls over a few people, feeling a little smug about getting some of the best seats in the house. You had truly spoiled her tonight and she was never going to forget this.

She leans over to whisper to you before the show begins. “Thank you for everything tonight. I’ve already had so much fun and the dinner was amazing.”

“You’re very welcome. Thank you for joining me, and thank you for all the hard work you do for my family,” you say and Natasha beams. “Me and Wanda really appreciate it.” Natasha deflates a little at the mention of your wife, but she pushes her out of her mind to focus on her time with you.

As they wait, Natasha props her arm up on the armrest between you two so she can hold the playbill at a comfortable angle to read. Suddenly, your arm drops heavily on hers and she looks at you in confusion. You’re reading your own playbill and don’t seem to notice that your massive arm is practically crushing hers.

“Um, Y/N?” she prompts, clearing her throat.

“Hmm? Oh!” You quickly move your arm off hers. “I’m so sorry, I thought that was Wanda’s arm,” you explain with a nervous chuckle. Natasha laughs too, although she isn’t sure if she should be happy or worried that she reminds you of your wife. She’d be happy to take Wanda’s place any day, though.

The musical is amazing, impressive beyond anything Natasha had ever expected. She cries when Elphaba defies gravity, and after the whirlwind of the second act, she is among the first to give a standing ovation. She’s floating on cloud nine as she walks with you out of the theater back to the car.

The drive back to your home is quick at the late hour. Just as you're about to pull into the driveway, you slam hard on the brakes, jolting everyone forward. Vision power walks past the beams of your headlights, only breaking the pump of his arms to wave in thanks.

“What is he doing out so late?” you ask, and Natasha is relieved to know she’s not the only one who thinks his habits are a bit odd.

“No idea,” she mumbles, watching you pull onto the driveway and stop.

“Thank you so much, Y/N,” Natasha says, still giddy with excitement.“This was the best night of my life. I’ve always wanted to see a Broadway show, ever since I was a little girl. I never thought I’d get the chance, even after I moved here–”

“You’re very welcome,” you interrupt, seeming almost shy with the praise.

“I’m sorry Wanda wasn’t able to join you for your own anniversary,” she adds, although she’s not sure why.

You shrug. “Nothing we can do about it now. Besides, I’m glad you were able to join me and had such a fun night. I don’t think this would have been nearly as fun by myself.”

There is a pause and Natasha has to force herself to stop looking at your lips. If she had no self-restraint, it wouldn’t have taken much for her to lean over the center console and kiss you.

“Have a good night, Natasha. Drive home safely,” you say as the two of you get out of the car.

“Thank you again!” Natasha doesn’t even listen to music on her way home, riding out the high of what was easily one of the most memorable nights of her life in over a decade.

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A few weeks later, Natasha is working a double shift: the first one at Steve’s house, and the second at yours. You’re away at work, as usual, but she knows you’ll be home before she leaves for the day, and she never takes any glimpse of you for granted. Wanda is also back to being demanding and cranky, and Natasha has no idea if you told her about the night the two of you had together. She had felt the silent instruction from you not to blab about her taking Wanda’s place and was happy to keep the memories to herself.

She’s in the front hall, mopping while quietly humming “Defying Gravity” to herself, when Wanda clacks by in high-heels.

“Natasha!” she hisses. “Didn’t I tell you to start in the kitchen? If I slip out here because the floor is wet–”

“So sorry!” Natasha apologizes, hoping that she doesn’t finish her sentence. “I’ll put a fan on.” She rests her mop against the wall and darts off for the $300 Dyson fan in the closet. After pointing it towards the gleaming floor, she pushes her cart into the kitchen and continues mopping. She makes sure to open the window to air out the smell, and notices Steve across the street mowing his lawn.

She stares at him, wondering if he can see her, and her question is quickly answered when Steve waves to her. She returns his wave with a smile, then goes back to her task before Wanda can complain she isn’t working hard enough. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees him back away from his lawn mower and answer his phone; he disappears into his house hurriedly.

“Natasha! Always make sure you open a window when you mop!” Wanda’s screech comes out of nowhere. “The chemicals you use give me a headache!”

“Oh, but the window is open–” Natasha tries to explain, but Wanda silences her with a wave of her hand.

“I’m on the phone!” she says, pointing to the cell phone held up to her ear. Natasha bites her lip, but holds her tongue. “Sorry, honey, what was that? No, I was talking to the maid,” she says. Natasha perks up despite the way Wanda titles her. You’re clearly on the other line, and maybe you’ll be home sooner than expected.

But Wanda disappears into a guest room (your house had so many of those), and Natasha can no longer hear her conversation. She dutifully continues to mop the floor, careful to fan the mop in a semi-circle pattern so as not to trap herself in a corner. She moves the chairs to the hallway one at a time, cursing their awkward shape that makes them difficult to carry and taking special care not to scrape the feet along the floor.

Wanda’s shrill voice carries through the house again, this time covering a topic that makes Natasha’s cheeks heat up.

“Oh my God, yes, I’m still thinking about last night,” Wanda says. “When you had my legs behind my head–”

Natasha tries not to picture Wanda folded up like a pretzel while you plow into her. But she can imagine herself in a similar position (she’s not so confident in her own flexibility, but she’d make it work for you). Your hands could probably fit around her whole thighs as you push her legs apart wider, thrusting your hips in long strokes to fit your big dick into her. Natasha is embarrassed to admit that the last time she had masturbated, she had thought of you the whole time.

How much more you’d fill her compared to the flimsy toy she was using. How you would feel throbbing inside her, your body pressed hot and heavy against hers as you beg for her permission to finish. Imagining having you like that, with that kind of control, brought Natasha to the most amazing orgasm of her life. If only you had been there to share it with her.

“I didn’t know if you’d be able to go another round, but you proved me wrong,” Wanda continues, and Natasha picks up on how breathless she sounds. She wonders if she’s touching herself right now, with Natasha mopping in the kitchen. Somehow, that wouldn’t be shocking to her. “You were still so hard when I put you down my throat.”

A lightning bolt of arousal strikes Natasha’s core. She can’t focus on mopping anymore, staring blankly out the kitchen window, lost in the new filthy fantasy playing in her head, guided by Wanda’s narration.

Natasha lies between your legs, her lips barely brushing your hips as she takes your cock down her throat. She prays her gag reflex doesn’t protest at the obstruction in her airway, but despite the slight discomfort, she wants to do this all day. Your pants and moans are like music in her ears, urging her on to suck harder and take you deeper.

“Please Nat,” your voice wavers. The muscle fibers in your thighs are visibly tensed and your back arches off the bed when Natasha pushes your hips down, trying to maintain some kind of control over you. But your body seems to have a mind of its own, with only one goal in mind.

“It’s almost like I can still taste you.”

You poke at the back of her throat and Natasha can feel the hot throbbing of your cock in her mouth. She’s so eager to swallow anything you’ll give her, she’s almost embarrassed in her desperation, but when your hands cup the back of her head, pushing her down so she can fit the last inch down her throat, she knows the two of you are on equal planes of passion.

Your entire body flexes and the anticipation for Natasha is overwhelming. You finally inhale sharply as the first hot spurt lands on her tongue.

“Being on your knees for me is a good look for you.”

Natasha tips her head back against the wall, her fingers tangling in your hair. One of her legs rests on your shoulder while the other is spread far apart so you can kneel between them, your mouth pressed against her heat. Your tongue swirls around her clit and Natasha fears she won’t be able to stay standing much longer.

“Y/N,” she pants, clutching your head tighter and rocking her hips forward. “I need you.”

Your fingernails dig harder into her thigh to still her. You look up into her eyes and Natasha thinks she’s going to finish right there. “You have me, baby. I’m all yours.”

“But there’s really only one place you belong.”

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” you grunt, almost sending Natasha headfirst into the headboard with every one of your thrusts. “I could stay inside you forever.”

Natasha hums at the praise. She’s holding on the bedsheets for life, spasming and clenching around you, trying to pull you in deeper. You fill her so perfectly, she’s convinced her body was made for yours.

“Tell me I’m better than her,” Natasha gasps, fighting to delay her own release.

“Fuck Wanda,” you grunt, pulling back on Natasha’s hips at the same time you thrust forward, burying your entire length into her. “I love you, Natasha. You’re the only one I ever want to be with.”

A noisy car engine pulls Natasha out of her head. Her face feels flushed with arousal, and she knows what she’s doing the second she goes home. Your green car suddenly pulls into the driveway but stops. You get out and walk to the street, grabbing one of the trash bins and pulling it towards the house.

“I can’t wait for you to fuck me again,” Wanda says in the background.

The realization crashes down on Natasha’s head like a cold shower. She watches you grab the second bin with both hands, carefully walking backwards with it.

You’re not on the phone and you’re standing 30 feet away from Natasha. If Wanda’s not on the phone with you, then who is she talking to?

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roanniom · 2 days ago

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Couldn't Wait

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, NSFW, piv

When you come home from your girls night out, you had expected to find your boyfriend on the couch watching a horror movie or reading a comic book. You hadn't expected to find him waiting to pounce the minute you walked in the door.

"What has gotten into you, Eddie Bear?" you ask with a laugh, kicking off your heels so he can pull you down onto the couch with him.

"I need you, baby. Need you right now." His voice is rough between kisses delivered to your neck and cheeks and collar bone.

"Ok just let me change out of these clothes real quick -,"

“C’mon honey please, ‘m so fucking hard, jus’ look.”

He’s right. His cock is standing at attention in his sweatpants, clearly aching and reaching out for you. He drops a hand to his lap and palms himself slowly.

“Fuck, baby. Please. Need that tight little pussy. Let me have it.”

Your eyes widen taking in the state of him.

"Eddie Munson, what has gotten you so worked up that you could barely wait for me to get back?"

Eddie's gaze shifts away from you sheepishly over to the coffee table. Before he can stop you, you reach for the thing he'd glanced at - a polaroid of you. On your back in your shared bed. Naked and blissed out with a tattooed arm reaching in from the bottom of frame to rest a hand in the space between your legs.

"Oh," you say simply, a small smile forming on your lips.

"Baby, I'm fucking aching for you."

You play with one of his curls and pretend to consider it.

"Why didn't you just take care of yourself while I was gone?" you ask. "I wouldn't have minded."

"You think I would deprive myself of a goddess in favor of my own shitty hand? Babe. Be serious."

Eddie's eyelids are heavy and his chest rises and falls a little more rapidly the more he gets worked up. You drop your palm to it and let it slide down the plane of his torso, down his abdomen, and into his lap.

"Alright. We can be serious." You wrap your hand around his length through his pants in earnest. Eddie intakes breath sharply.

"Yes. Yes yes yes."

Your clothes on the floor in a matter of seconds, Eddie replacing the cups of your bra with his hands.

"Ahhh finally," Eddie says with the gusto of a man having his first drink of water after a long thirst. All you're doing is grinding down on him, working yourself up to reach his level. But the look on Eddie's face implies he's reached nirvana.

"You wanted me that bad, huh?" you tease, a bit more breathlessly.

"More than a blind man wants to see the sun," Eddie says reverently into your cleavage.

"Well that's an exaggeration," you chuckle. You can't press it, however, because Eddie begins pressing his finger on your clit through your underwear. After a few minutes you find yourself writhing above him.

After a particularly loud moan from you, Eddie grins.

"Speaking of exaggeration..."

"Oh shut up and fuck me, Munson," you smack his shoulder and climb off him to divest yourself of your final scrap of clothing.

"With pleasure. princess." Eddie gives you a salute before chucking off the rest of his clothes as well.

Before you can ask him how he wants you, however, you're twirled around to face away from him, his hand on the back of your neck, guiding you to kneel on the couch.

"That's it, baby," Eddie practically purrs. He lines his tip up with your dripping center, but instead of immediately sheathing himself inside of you, he swipes from your core down to your clit.

"Fucking tease," you complain, wiggling your hips to entice him forward. After all of his pleading and cajoling he was still making you wait. A swift slap to your ass makes you squeal.

"Takes one to know one."

When he finally does slide inside of you, you realize he's right. You'd rather this - a quick fuck in the dark of night with your lover - than seeing the sun.

~*~

I hope you enjoyed!

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my-castles-crumbling · 2 days ago

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hair - jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 396

There it was again. Regulus spotted it as he watched the older boy walk by him in the hall, laughing and chattering incessantly: that one infuriating lock of hair.

It had been bothering him for weeks. Infiltrating his dreams, taking over his every thought. The one little tendril of messy, dark hair that curled over the left side of Potter’s forehead, drawing the eye from his hairline down over his piercing hazel eyes and ridiculous circle frames, over to his mind-melting grin.

Regulus wanted to tear that piece of hair from Potter’s scalp. He wanted to use a severing charm, or grab it between his fingers and yank. He wanted to pull until Potter cried out, until the other boy was coming closer, until their lips met, until-

Well, he wanted the stupid lock of hair gone.

Grumbling, he vaulted forward, calling out, “Oi! Potter,” just getting more agitated when the other boy turned with a grin on his face, waving Lupin to go ahead.

“Hey, Reg. How’re-?”

He cut him off. “Fix your hair,” he ordered, air shooting from his nostrils. “Now.”

“I-what?” the Gryffindor stammered.

“Your hair. That little piece. Fix it.” Regulus repeated, wanting to scream.

But it seemed Potter had no intelligence to speak of, because he just swatted blindly at his head, eyes wide with confusion.

So, without thinking, Regulus reached out, half-intending to rip the whole thing from Potter’s head. But as soon as his fingertips touched the silky strands and their eyes locked together, he froze.

The air grew thick. Heat flared between them, and Regulus watched, entranced, as the older boy swallowed almost nervously. His whole body was thrumming with the build up of something heavy in his chest, and suddenly he couldn’t remember where he was or what he was doing. Mind gloriously blank, he slowly, carefully, tucked the dark lock behind Potter’s ear, not daring to take a breath and break the spell between them. Still, he didn’t step backward.

After a moment that may have been a lifetime, a yell from down the hall made both boys jump, and Regulus snatched his hand away. He swore he could see regret and longing in Potter’s eyes, but it could have been the light.

Questioning what on Earth had gotten into him, he cleared his throat and muttered, “There. It’s fixed,” and walked away without another word.

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precupid · 2 days ago

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─── b2b

WC ─── eight hundred twenty-seven

GENRE ─── fluff, just fluff, idk kinda angsty though, established relationship

SYNOPSIS ─── sleeping with you is hard, but sleeping without you is even harder for jake.

MARI NOTES ─── not proofread bc i literally just finished writing this </3 very very self indulgent, i literally could not stop thinking of sleepy and cuddly jake and that one quote “not when it’s you” m(_ _)m please enjoy and leave feedback if you’d like <3

Jake is not used to noisy sleepers. He is not used to people who are constantly moving in their sleep. And he sure as hell isn’t used to being punched in the face during slumber.

However, that doesn’t mean he won’t sleep with you. In fact, because you’re you, Jake willingly allows you to torture him in your sleep. That’s how much he adores you. He’ll take every punch, every slap, and every kick just to hold you close when you’re away in dreamland.

Yes, he does lose a lot of sleep. Yes, he does have large dark circles. And yes, he falls asleep during his classes. But that doesn’t mean he’ll stop sleeping with you.

“Jake. I’m sleeping on the couch tonight.”

The statement is enough to send Jake’s heart and mind into a frenzy. Are you mad at him? Did he do something wrong? How does he not know?

His puppy dog eyes are enough to give away that something is amiss and you pout at him, “I’m not mad. Just so you know.”

His voice is wobbly when he replies, “Then why? Do you hate me?”

Well. He wasn’t supposed to say that, but it comes out anyways.

You laugh, patting his cheek, “No, of course not! I just think you deserve a good night’s rest. I know how hard it is to sleep within my general vicinity, so I want you to have the bed tonight.”

Jake’s eyes go big and he grabs the hand that rests on his cheek, his thumb softly rubbing against your skin. “Thank you, my love. You’re so sweet.”

Truth be told, Jake is not looking forward to sleeping alone. Despite how difficult it is to sleep with you, he’s gotten used to the disarray that comes with sharing a bed every night. He’s used to falling off the bed, being whacked in the face, and your random murmurs every so often. He doesn’t know how he’ll cope without your warmth radiating from your side of the bed.

The night goes on, and suddenly, the night sky is draped with clouds and stars, the moon hung low in the sky. Jake pouts at you from his spot on the bed, pillow in his arms, as he watches you do your skincare routine, “Are you sure you don’t want to sleep with me? Like a thousand percent sure?”

A chuckle leaves your lips, “Yes. You should sleep for more than four hours. You deserve to.”

His heart hurts at that statement. He wants to sleep so badly, but not without you. Eight hours of sleep without you is nothing compared to the four hours he gets with you.

Jake follows you to the couch, which has been pulled out into a bed, and stands in front of it. His arms are spread out like a starfish, preventing you from going any closer. “Please. I’m desperate. I want to sleep with you.”

“Jake, but you should have a night to yourself where you can sleep soundly,” the way you sound almost sad makes Jake rethink his begging. “Just one night, Jake. Then I’m all yours.”

His arms drop to his sides and he holds out a pinky, “Promise?”

“Promise,” you smile, intertwining your little fingers.

Two hours after you’ve gone to bed, Jake lays limply and alone in the dark. His eyes are glued to the ceiling, his ears glued to the snoring coming from outside the bedroom. He hasn’t slept a wink at all and all he can think about is how much he misses you and your sleeping form.

Huffing, he pushes himself off the bed, and walks to the living room. You sound like a hacksaw, sprawled out along the couch. The comforter is on the floor and your pillows have been tossed to the side.

Jake picks up a pillow, dusting it off quickly, and places it under your head. He takes the other pillow and places it next to yours. Slipping into the spot beside you, he sighs as your warmth envelopes him and the back of your hand whacks him softly on the cheek.

Feeling the impact, you open one eye and whisper, “Jake? What are you doing here? I thought you were sleeping already?”

“I couldn’t sleep without you,” he mumbles. You shift so Jake can position you in his arms.

“I thought my sleeping bothered you, so I wanted you to sleep alone for once. Y’know, sleep peacefully,” you admit. The grogginess in your voice makes Jake’s heart flutter, but your confession makes him feel like he’s sinking.

“You could never bother me. I love you,” Jake replies. He digs his nose in your neck and leaves a chaste kiss. “Nothing about you could bother me. I adore everything about you.”

Sniffling, you turn in Jake’s hold so you can look into his eyes. “I love you,” you say, trying to kiss Jake’s lips. Your brows furrow as he dodges your kiss. “What?”

“Sorry, babe,” Jake laughs breathlessly. “You got sleepy breath.”

“Whatever,” you pout.

Jake runs a hand through your hair and kisses your forehead, “Let’s just go back to bed.”

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littlelamy · 2 days ago

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Can you do prince Rafe getting jealous of servant reader. Maybe another staff was flirting w her and he got pissed (you could add smut if you want idk)

lamy’s note: i’m definitely enjoying writing more prince rafe requests 🤭 hope you like it!

the grand halls of the palace hummed with life as servants scurried to and fro, their hurried steps echoing off marble floors. golden light filtered through tall, arched windows, casting long shadows over the opulence of the royal residence. you moved with practiced grace, a tray of freshly cut roses balanced in your hands as you navigated through the maze of corridors, your heart beating just a little faster than usual.

not because of the task at hand, no. it was because of him—prince rafe. his lingering glances, the way his fingers had brushed yours when he'd handed you a goblet the other evening, the intensity in his gaze when he thought no one was looking. it was a dangerous game, the one you played in the quiet corners of the palace. you, a servant, and he, a prince. but oh, the way he looked at you… it made your blood sing.

yet, today, something else stirred the air.

you’d been arranging the roses in the main hall when one of the stable hands, a tall, broad-shouldered man named tobias, sauntered over. his easy grin and sparkling eyes had always made the other servants swoon, but you hadn’t paid him much attention—until now.

“beautiful flowers, for a beautiful lady,” tobias said, leaning casually against the pillar beside you. his fingers grazed one of the petals, but his eyes were fixed on you. “bet a lady like you could use some fresh air. what do you say? a walk in the gardens later?”

you opened your mouth to decline, the words barely forming on your tongue when a familiar presence loomed behind you. the air shifted, cold and crackling with tension, as prince rafe’s voice, low and dangerously smooth, cut through the space between you and tobias.

“i believe the lady is occupied.”

you turned, heart thudding in your chest as rafe stepped forward, his dark eyes locked on tobias, a muscle ticking in his jaw. the prince’s usual calm demeanor was gone, replaced with something darker, something territorial.

tobias straightened, clearly caught off guard. “your highness, i didn’t mean—”

rafe held up a hand, silencing him with a look that could turn blood to ice. “i’m sure you have other duties to attend to,” he said, his voice clipped, cold.

tobias glanced between the two of you, lingering just long enough to let his gaze sweep over you once more before bowing slightly and retreating down the hall. the moment he was gone, the tension in rafe’s body did not ease. if anything, it intensified.

he turned to you, his eyes boring into yours with a heat that made your skin tingle. "come with me," he ordered softly, the command leaving no room for refusal.

without a word, you followed, your steps quickening to keep up as he led you through the winding corridors, away from prying eyes. his hand brushed against yours as you walked, a subtle touch that sent a jolt of anticipation through your veins. he pushed open a door to one of the smaller, private sitting rooms, stepping inside before turning to face you, closing the door behind him with a quiet click.

the room was dimly lit, the heavy drapes drawn against the afternoon sun, casting the space in a soft, golden glow. the moment the door shut, rafe advanced on you, backing you up against the wall, his hands bracing on either side of your head. his breath was warm against your skin, his proximity making your heart race.

"what was that?" he asked, his voice low, dangerous. "him, flirting with you?"

"he wasn't—" you started, but rafe silenced you with a look, his eyes flashing with jealousy.

"don’t lie to me," he growled, his hand cupping your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. "i saw the way he looked at you. the way you let him get close."

your breath hitched as his thumb brushed over your bottom lip, his touch possessive, his gaze dark with something you couldn’t quite name—something wild and unrestrained.

"i didn’t... i wasn’t encouraging him," you whispered, your voice trembling under the weight of his scrutiny. "i swear, rafe."

his name on your lips seemed to ignite something in him. his grip on your chin softened, his hand sliding down to your neck, his thumb tracing the delicate line of your collarbone.

"do you have any idea what it does to me," he murmured, his lips grazing the shell of your ear, "to see another man look at you? to think of him touching you?"

you shook your head, the heat in your cheeks rising as your knees grew weak. his hands slipped down your sides, gripping your hips, pulling you flush against him, his arousal hard and insistent against your belly.

"i can’t stand it," he confessed, his voice raw, desperate. "i need you to know you’re mine. that no one else can have you."

before you could respond, his mouth claimed yours, his kiss fierce and demanding, his hands gripping you as if afraid you might disappear. you melted into him, your fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer, your body arching into his.

"rafe," you gasped against his lips, your mind spinning as his hands slid beneath the fabric of your dress, hiking it up over your hips. his touch was fire against your skin, every brush of his fingers making you ache for more.

"you belong to me," he murmured, his lips trailing down your neck, his teeth grazing your shoulder. "say it."

"i’m yours," you whispered, the admission leaving you breathless, your body trembling with need.

"good," he growled, his hands slipping between your thighs, finding you wet and ready for him. "because i’m about to remind you who you belong to."

his mouth captured yours again, his fingers working you with a skill that left you gasping, your hands clutching at his shoulders as he drove you to the brink, his name a prayer on your lips. and as he sank to his knees before you, his tongue tracing the puffiness he’d just teased with his hands, you knew you’d never belong to anyone but him.

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revelboo · 2 days ago

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Hi! Would you think of adding Chromedome and Rewind together to the "human gets blipped onto the Lost Light" stories?

Yep, they’re on my request list!

Circles

Chromedome x Reader x Rewind

• “But you don’t feel just a bit bad about it?” Rewind asks, setting down another energon cube on the tray a bit more forcefully than necessary. But Domey’s ‘not our problem’ has rubbed him the wrong way. Can’t help but feel bad for the little humans getting yanked painfully onto the ship. And can’t help but imagine how terrified and confused he’d be. Sure, they had nothing to do with Brainstorm’s stupidity, but as more and more of them show up in the weirdest places, he feels like somebody should have been keeping a closer watch on what Brainstorm was doing. “Domey?” Ignoring him now? Turning, he nearly drops the tray.

• What the ever loving frag? One minute he’s listening to Rewind worrying over the little organics and the next there’s one just popping into existence between them like Rewind summoned it, staggering around and dazed. “You see it, too, right?” He asks Rewind as you lifts your head, grimacing. And just stare at him. Leaning forward, arms draped across his knees, he waits for the reaction. Because these things all react the very same way to Cybertronians.

• Clapping a hand over your mouth, your eyes go wide. Staring up at a giant, mecha. A real, giant mecha robot. Right there and yeah, the pain of getting ripped wherever here is was excruciating. Still aching sickly, but it’s not as important as real, giant robots. Squealing, you do a little excited bounce. Forget Narnia, this so much better! “What are you? What’s your name? I bet it something super cool like Apocalypse Bringer!”

• What? Staring from Domey to the excited human babbling away, Rewind tries to walk past you with the tray and you round on him, grinning. “There’s two of you?!” And oh. Little hands touch his arm, just jabbering away about how warm he is. That they’re both so cool and he has no idea what to make of you. The other humans are mostly skittish and timid, not so grabby. Helplessly looking up at Domey for rescue when you try to touch his face and he fumbles with the tray.

• Reaching to snag you around the middle, because as funny as Rewind’s floundering is, you have no sense of personal space. And your attention is fully on him again. Excitedly yapping as he leans forward holding you just barely off the floor to keep you from pawing Rewind. Except now you’re pawing him, little soft fingers tracing the joints of his servos to make him shiver. “See what you did?” Chromedome grumbles as Rewind just stares at the wiggling organic in mute horror. “Jinxed us.”

#transformers x reader #mtmte rewind #mtmte chromedome #chromedome x reader #rewind x reader

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luigilore · 2 days ago

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[10:50 PM]

“is this okay?” luigi asks gently as he turns on the shower, immediately switching it to a warmer temperature.

“yes,” you whisper hoarsely, eyes closed as you feel his fingers begin to comb through your hair, wetting the strands as you stand in the shower together.

ever since you broke your arm, luigi has been extremely determined and stubbornly intent on doing every simple task that you now found difficult— which included effectively showering.

you lost track of the books and articles he’s read or sent to you about bone regenerative and nerve damage and he was always ready and willing to come to any doctor appointments. you think that he likes this, taking care of you for a change; not that you feel that burden ever. but he does, and you know he likes- needs, to feel useful, and he most certainly is.

luigi grabs the bottle of your mango scented shampoo and soothingly lathers your hair as he whispers for you to relax, silently observing how tense you are.

you obviously appreciate your boyfriend helping you but you are also stubborn and hate feeling like you need constant help and supervision, especially with such trivial and typically ordinary tasks.

luigi is very aware of this, being nothing but gentle and patient as he carefully washes your hair with soft touches and the occasionally sneaky kiss to your neck.

he gets out first and grabs a warm towel for you. “here,” he carefully helps you out and tightly wraps the towel around you, helping to take off the sleeve you have on your cast so you don't get it wet.

you sit on the bathroom countertop as you and luigi finish getting ready for bed. he also insists on applying your skincare routine for you, into it because you’re into it. “should i carry you to bed?” he asks, grinning while standing in between your legs and rubbing moisturizer into your skin.

“i hurt my arm, not my legs. i can still walk,” you laugh as luigi looks at you unimpressed with furrowed brows.

“fine,” he relents eventually. "i like taking care of you,” he murmurs after a few moments of silence.

you look up at luigi, his face is so close that you can see the stubble dotting his jawline and the individual curls of his hair. he looks back in a way he often does where you feel like he can see all of you, it floods you with overwhelming affection. you only have to lean forward slightly for your hand to cup his jawline softly, the way you know he likes, and lean in for a quick kiss, “i like it too."

#is this too niche idk srry #luigi mangione x reader #luigi mangione thoughts #luigi mangione fluff #luigi mangione fanfiction #luigi mangione imagine

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juyeoz · 10 hours ago

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APPLE CIDER — HAN TAESAN ‧₊˚✩彡

SYNOPSIS — Seven minutes in heaven with your enemy is more like seven minutes in hell.

PAIRING — enemy!taesan x gn!reader ( enemies with tension )

CONTAINS — taesan teases y/n, swearing, an almost kiss, and some suggestiveness as well as fluff.

WORDCOUNT — 772 words ( after trial and error with pftbz )

“Why are you so flustered?” Taesan questions, confused. The two of you are in a tight space, yes, but you are also with someone you swore to hate all your life.

He walks over to the door your supposed ‘friends’ locked you both behind and inspects the doorknob.

It is indeed locked, leaving both of you stuck inside until the timer is up.

You take a seat with your back resting against the wall of the closet and knees at your chest while Taesan does his own stuff — cussing at the door under his breath.

“Shit, do they actually expect us to do something within these seven minutes?” He says with a sigh when walking back to his spot in front of you. You look down, avoiding any possible eye contact with him.

You feel your cheeks flush, hoping he can’t see the obvious change in your emotions under the dim lighting.

“What?” Questions Taesan after noticing the way you are avoiding eye contact with him.

“Don’t tell me you’re actually flustered right now.”

The boy chortles in disbelief as he takes a seat on the floor as well. He lowers his head to get a better look at your hidden face all while placing his hands on top of your knees.

“(Last Name), look at me.” He says and unfortunately, you follow through with his request. His gaze is overwhelming and only makes you feel smaller and even more flustered than you felt before.

Taesan’s eyes search yours for any signs of emotions, however, there is nothing. Instead, you stare at him innocently.

A sight he has never seen before. It is captivating, truly, and almost feels as if a switch flips off inside of him. It’s different from the look you usually gave him — a scowl with knitted brows, or even worse, a glare at anything he did. However, he would be lying if he said he didn’t look forward to such a sight at your lockers every morning.

“If we kiss…” Taesan begins. “What are you going to do?”

Your brows raise at his sudden question. The sudden question that he himself thought about, but is completely unaware of the fact it slipped out.

“I mean, that’s what they want, no?” He says, quick to make up an excuse. An excuse to shield away his true thoughts.

An awkward silence falls over you both as you stare into each other’s eyes. Luckily because of the dim lighting, he isn’t able to clearly see your flustered expression and you aren’t able to see the way he nips at his bottom lip.

Despite that, the cramped space isn’t any help to the both of you. You’re 100% sure he can hear your beating heart and he is 100% sure you can hear his.

If you kiss Taesan, what would that mean for the two of you? You hate him and he hates you, however, who knew such a moment could make both of you rethink how you truly feel about one another.

Your gaze moves between his eyes and his lips and he watches with a glint from the terrible lightbulb evident in your eyes. Due to this, he bites back a smile before leaning and slightly tilting his head in the process.

You, on the other hand, brace yourself for what is to come — but spoiler alert; it never came. Instead, a sudden weight is felt on your right shoulder. Taesan sighs and nuzzles his head further into the crevice between your neck and shoulder.

Taesan whispers something, but it isn’t audible on your end, leaving you confused. Your head turns to look at him who continues to hide his own face in the same spot from before.

There are many possible things Taesan could have said, starting with a simple yet irritating ‘I’m kidding’. The amount of embarrassment and hatred you’d feel after hearing those words is almost unbearable, but then again, it is expected from a boy that ‘hates’ you as much as you ‘hate’ him.

“What did you say?” You ask, hoping it isn’t what you thought it to be. If it is, you wouldn’t waste any time getting up and asking to be let out immediately. And if that doesn’t work, you wouldn’t mind sitting alone in a corner on the opposite side of Taesan for the remaining minutes.

Seven minutes in heaven, more like seven minutes in hell.

“(Last Name),” Taesan says, repeating himself as he raises his head to look at you. Once again, his eyes search yours as you fight back the urge to avoid his intense eye contact.

“I like you.”

Oh.

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multi-fandom-imagine · 1 day ago

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꧂ 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓨𝓾𝓵𝓮 𝓑𝓪𝓵𝓵 || With Fred & George Weasley ||

• Fred Weasley•

Fred Weasley leaned casually against the stone wall in the corridor, waiting for you to finish speaking with your friends. His twin, George, had teased him mercilessly about his sudden interest in making a grand gesture, but Fred had waved him off with a grin. This was his moment, and he was going to make it memorable.

As you turned and spotted him, Fred straightened, a mischievous sparkle lighting up his brown eyes. “Ah, just the person I was looking for!” he said, stepping forward with his signature grin.

You raised an eyebrow, used to his antics but curious nonetheless. “What are you up to, Weasley?” Your head tilting to the side as a smile tugged that the corner of your lips.

“Me? Up to something? Never,” he said, feigning innocence, though the corner of his mouth twitched. “Actually, I came to ask you something important. Very serious business.”

"Is that so?"

Fred pulled a small, glittering box out of his pocket and held it up dramatically. “I’ve been pondering this for ages—well, alright, a few days, but who’s counting?” He winked as he flicked the lid open to reveal a miniature dancing figure of the two of you, twirling to music only it could hear.

Your eyes widened, a laugh escaping before you could help it. “What is this?” It was cute, something you weren't expecting from the prankster and you were honesty curious on how he even made something like this.

“This,” Fred said with a flourish, “is me asking if you’d like to go to the Yule Ball with me. Because, you know, I could ask anyone, but you’re the only one who actually makes me nervous enough to think I need to bribe you with tiny enchanted figurines.”

Biting your lip, you couldn’t help but smile as you looked up at him, his usual bravado softened by a flicker of hope in his eyes. “And if I say yes, do I get to keep this?” You asked stepping closer to the tall redhead.

Fred smirked. “Say yes, and I’ll throw in free dances all night. But if you’re not impressed, I’ll just have to figure out a bigger way to win you over.”

Holding back your laughter you pretending to think it over. “Well, I suppose I could do worse than free dances and enchanted figurines. Alright, Weasley, you’ve got yourself a date.”

His grin widened as he slipped the box into your hand. “Brilliant! I promise, you won’t regret it. Unless, of course, I step on your toes. But in that case, I’ll make it up to you with snacks—courtesy of the kitchens....and I do know the best way to get into the kitchens”

Fred offered you an exaggerated bow before walking backward down the corridor, still grinning. “See you at the Ball, partner!”

As he turned the corner, you couldn’t help but shake your head, laughing to yourself. Leave it to Fred Weasley to make something as simple as an invitation into a moment you’d never forget.

•George Weasley•

George Weasley had never been one to back down from a challenge, but this was different. As he leaned casually against the cool stone wall of the dungeon corridor, his usual confidence faltered. His eyes darted toward the approaching figure—a Slytherin girl who had caught his attention far more than he cared to admit.

“Alright, Weasley, you’ve got this,” he muttered under his breath, though his palms felt clammy, betraying his nerves.

As you approached, your head tipped to the side,your sharp green and silver tie standing out against your robes, George straightened up. You were used to the Weasley twins’ antics, but George’s nervous energy was unmistakable today. He ran a hand through his unruly hair, his usual grin not quite reaching his eyes.

“Hey! Fancy running into you here,” he began, his voice slightly higher-pitched than usual. “Though I suppose it’s not that surprising, what with this being…you know, the Slytherin common room corridor and all.”

You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms. “You’re not lost, are you, Weasley?”

“Me? Lost? Nah.” He chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. “Well, maybe a little. Not geographically, of course. Just, uh, trying to find the courage for something.”

Your curiosity piqued, your lips twitching into a smile watching him. “Go on.”

George cleared his throat and finally looked you in the eyes, his freckled cheeks faintly pink. “So, the Yule Ball is coming up. Big fancy event, lots of music, dancing, snogging under enchanted mistletoe—” He stopped himself, realizing he was rambling. “Anyway, I thought… well, I was wondering if you’d want to go with me?”

Your lips then curved into a smirk, enjoying his rare moment of vulnerability, it was cute, seeing someone who's usually so confidant become a stuttering mess. “You, a Gryffindor, want to take a Slytherin to the Yule Ball? What would your brother say?”

“Oh, Fred would love it. He’s already got bets going about whether I’d manage to ask you,” George admitted with a sheepish grin, the tension easing slightly.

You considered him for a moment, letting the silence stretch just long enough to make him sweat. Then, finally, you smiled—genuinely this time. “Alright, Weasley. I’ll go with you. But don’t expect me to let you off easy if you step on my toes while dancing.”

His face lit up, his grin wide and relieved. “Deal. Just be prepared for the best dance of your life.” He gave you a wink though his body stiffened when you placed your lips against his cheek.

"See you around Weasley." Giving him your own wink you waved him off as you walked away and as you turned toward the entrance to the Slytherin House, George let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. He might have been nervous, but at least now he had something to look forward to—showing the whole school just how well a Gryffindor and a Slytherin could dance together.

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ineffableaddiction · 2 days ago

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Mirroring

I know, mirroring is not anything new in Good Omens. I highly appreciate the nuance it takes to build on the same theme through two (or more) seemingly (and sometimes actually) different stories.

There is one that has been stuck in my brain for awhile though.

Let me share….

The Final 15

This has been analyzed from millions of angles, so I’ll be brief. Crowley cleans the bookshop and plans to take Aziraphale to the Ritz. He attempts confession of some sort, only to be interrupted by the angel bringing him good tidings of great joy while looking like The Them when Adam made them smile. The two awkwardly talk, each thinking they’re making grand gestures (and they really are, in their own ways). Things go… not as either of them would have liked. And then… the kiss and aftermath that broke a billion hearts.

This scene has always seemed very Crowley to me. Bold. Grand gestures. Blatantly emotional. (My evil demon drama queen). This scene has an in-your-face impact. There is a reason that almost everyone that saw this had a visceral reaction to it.

NOT the Final 15

But if we pull back, we see a parallel story. A grand gesture. A declaration of love. A missed opportunity to work together.

And…

One of them choosing to go to Heaven.

Think about it. Aziraphale plans a ball in the bookshop, one he’s quite excited about. But, in true Aziraphale fashion, he hides his emotions away and lets the Nina and Maggie coupling attempt to explain away his excitement.

I could always rely on you. You could always rely on me.

Our favorite angel has plans. Is he going to declare his love? Possibly, but maybe not. Will Crowley be invited to live at the bookshop? This seems likely, given the previous “our car” and “our bookshop” banter. Whatever it is, it’s a step forward.

I would like to spend…

Just look at Aziraphale’s excitement as he asks Crowley to dance.

But…

Hell decides to bust up the party. Not Crowley’s fault, but disappointing.

This is where some things seem to get overlooked.

A group of the two of us

At one point, before Crowley escorts the humans out, Aziraphale asks Crowley to hear his idea. He didn’t say plan - he wanted Crowley’s input. After all, it worked so well when they put their heads together when they were trying to protect Jim.

You can’t leave this bookshop

But Crowley doesn’t listen.

He moves the humans to safety, basically just walking them across the road.

And he doesn’t come back. Instead, he goes to Heaven. Because he thinks it is the way to help everyone.

During the time Crowley was in Heaven, Aziraphale didn’t know where he was. There were demons outside the bookshop. The human-shaped being he loves might be discorporated. Maybe even erased. And he had two humans and an amnesiac archangel to help him protect his and Crowley’s home.

That makes this scene tug violently at my heart:

So, to recap….

1. Heart eyes plans something special

2. This is ruined by occult (or ethereal) beings

3. Heart eyes tries to get their object of affection to stay at the bookshop and work together

4. Object of affection leaves the bookshop anyway

5. Object of affection goes to Heaven because they think it will solve/protect something

Then….

6. Object of affection comes back. They always come back.

We have Aziraphale’s quiet, understated version. We have Crowley’s flash bastard version.

Season 3 will hopefully bring us their version. For them, together is beautifully better.

#good omens #crowley #aziraphale #good omens meta #good omens final fifteen #not the final 15 #strange mirrors #can these two just let everyone know they’ve actually been married for millennia #ineffable spouses #fly from heaven and into my arms

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melodyofalba · 3 days ago

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I come home after a long day of work. As I close the main door behind me I hear water running from our bathroom, I can’t help but get excited. I thought of you all the drive back home. I go to our room and dispose of all of my clothing except my briefs, I go to open the bathroom, but I change my mind at the last second. I open it slowly and silently, only enough so I could spy on you. The transparent glass is covered in water and steam, but still, I can see your perfect figure through it.

I almost envy the water, how it can caress your whole body at the same time. I just enjoy the view, your body glistens under the light, it's mesmerizing; we’ve been together for quite some time, and I still get surprised by how beautiful you look. I stare intently now, focusing on getting a glimpse of your beautiful pussy. I find myself touching myself, I’m already hard. I look at your boobs, your perfect ass. Water runs down your outlines, and you exhale in pleasure, and throw back your hair, letting the water fall on your face, I just can’t wait to join you.

You turn around slowly, unknowingly; giving me a glimpse of your most treasured possession, after letting the warm water run on your back for a while. You face the shower again. By now I have seen your complete sculptural body. I can’t wait anymore. I slide open the door, enter the bathroom, and close the door behind me.

You looked at me, surprised. “What…?” You started off; but then saw I walked over to the glass door of the shower and I pulled down my briefs, my boner came free, bouncing around a little. You looked at it when it did. You giggled. You turned to look at me. Your most natural and beautiful smile illuminated your beautiful face. “Is that because of me?” You inquired timidly.

I allowed an awkward silence to fall upon us. As I stayed silent, I opened the glass door, warm vapor escaped the shower, and small warm drops of water fell upon my naked skin. I motioned you to make space for me and you turned your back on me, taking a step towards the shower head. As I entered the shower I felt more water fall upon me, and I closed the shower door.

I could feel you were slightly upset about my now long silence. You crossed your arms over your chest, that was your typical body move to indicate something was up. I hugged you from behind, allowing the water to fall on both of us. I placed my mouth right next to your ear, and I whispered. “You are MY reason.” "I thought about you all the drive back home, and I spied on you for a while before I entered the bathroom.”

Your body relaxed, and I could tell you overflowed with love and happiness, my honest answer was what you expected, maybe; just a little sooner. “Jerk.” You replied playfully, turning around. I held you in my arms, as yours warped around me; “I love you.” I said. You leaned into me, and our lips met. I lost track of time as soon as our lips met. All I wanted, all I needed was there. In that small crystal box filled with warm water and vapor.

Our kissing turned deeper, more desperate, and naughtier. I felt myself grow, my tip brushed against your leg in the heat, and you placed your leg against my groin, feeling me get harder against it. You softly bit, sucked, and pulled on my lower lip. As our lips parted you turned around, placing both of your hands against the wall, you leaned forward; sticking your butt out just slightly. I went to you, placed my boner between your ass cheeks, and started playing with your amazing boobs as I made love with my mouth to your neck.

You started rocking your hips, grinding my hard-on on your ass. You moaned softly. I made you stand up straight, your hands reached for my dick and slid it, between your legs, and pressed them together. As you caressed my body with your hands, you kept moving your hips back and forth; masturbating my member with your movement. Grinding it against your labia, and the innermost part of your thighs. You squeezed your legs as tight as you could.

“Shit.” I moaned. I reached with my left hand to your pussy, rubbing your clit, while my right hand played with your boobs. You let out a short moan. I pulled back, and kissed your back, following your column; as I reached the beginning of your butt crack, I pulled away; I forced you to spread your legs, reaching with my hands I bent you over. Sticking your pussy out a little.

I licked it, from bottom to top, sinking my face into it. Your hand reached for my hair and pulled me deeper inside you. I obeyed, my tongue found your fuck hole and I used my tongue to fuck it. You moaned. I pulled back up, “Fuck me already.” You desperately commanded. I was to obey, you have; always will be, my queen.

I placed the tip of my throbbing member on your pussy, and slowly, slid into you. When my whole being was inside you, I bit your neck softly; and we both moaned. I kept moving my hips, slowly; feeling your labia warp around my dick. I felt the resistance in your tissues, start to give in. As your skin loosened up, I picked up my pace; going slightly faster. Even through the noise of the falling water, I could clearly make out the sound your wet pussy made with my dick inside you.

You pulled me out of you, turning around; you tugged at me from my dick, pulling me closer to you; “Argghhhh!” I yelled. I launched into you. As you were standing, you pushed your pelvis out forward, just as a guy would do to fuck a girl, but you kept it there. I shoved my swollen member back inside you. You moaned, throwing your head back. I kept fucking you, with a nice medium pace. I loved the feeling of your lips hugging me. “Do you like it, baby?” I asked. “I fucking love it!” You yelled back.

You turned me on even more, I threw your legs up, wrapping them around my waist, and I supported both of our weights. I managed to throw you up and down, your pussy slamming hard against me. Our moans, filled in the silence created by our bodies catching most of the water. You leaned forward kissing me. We moaned into each other's mouths. Muffling our noises, you started letting them all out, screams, they were no longer moans.

I placed your calves on my shoulders, giving me better access to get deeper inside you, I groped your butt and with a push/drop motion I made your body move; sliding my dick all the way into you, and almost out of you, enjoying every millimeter, of me inside you. I sped up, faster and faster this time, “Don’t stop babe! Don’t stop!” You yelled. Now, I pushed/pulled you using your hips, as fast and as hard as I possibly could; “I’m cumming!” You yelled. Your whole body trembled and shook. Your arms, hugged around my neck for support loosened; I had to throw you against a wall so I didn’t drop you.

You closed your eyes as your back laid against the wall, you screamed, louder than ever. I felt your pussy throb and move around my dick. It pushed me out. I looked at you. You opened your eyes and looked at me with my favorite look of yours. Oh My God. Your whole body declared. Your legs shook and failed under your weight.

You sat there, in front of me, panting. “I’m not done.” I reminded you. Your hand slapped the floor in front of you several times, softly, asking me to sit down. I did. You spread your legs. I spread mine, passing them under yours, I grabbed your ankles and pulled you onto me. You saddle me, slipping my rock-hard member into you, yet once more. “Cum baby.” You tell me. “I won’t last longer.” I admit.

You rock your hips back and forth, kissing me. I start moving too, we both move as one, making as much space between us as we can manage without me leaving your body. “Fuck.” You whisper. “Yes, it feels, amazing.” I reply. We speed our pace up a bit. I can feel my dick throb harder, I’m going to cum. I look at you and bite my lip, trying to hold myself in. “I’m going to cum again.” You confess.

Yes. I think to myself. “Let’s cum together.” I suggest. We both speed up even further now, our moans fill the bathroom, then turn into screams. Your hand runs to your clit and you rub it frantically. I hug you close to me, feeling your body shake. I feel my dick throb as I cum inside you. Throbbing intensely. We cum at the same time.

I pull you close and hug you; your arms warp me too. We sit there, panting, catching our breath, under the warm water, I'm still inside you. I kiss your neck tenderly. “I love you.” I remind you. “I love you too.” You answer. I find your lips with mine and kiss them tenderly. After about a minute of sitting there in each other's arms, I stand up and help you up.

I soap and wash and rinse your beautiful body and hair. I lay kisses on your body every now and then while doing it. I washed myself while doing it for you. I turn off the shower and open the glass door just enough to get my hand out, I reach for your towel. Pulling it open, I cover your shoulders and help you step out. I put my towel on and help you dry up.

I dry myself up and follow you out. I help you put on your pajamas, tenderly. I put on mine and lay in bed, under our sheets and covers with you. Pulling you close to me, I cuddle you up. Your back on my chest, my left arm hugging you; my right arm under our pillow giving your head extra support. “Goodnight, my everything.” I whisper. You kiss my lips. “Goodnight, my love.” You answer. We both close our eyes.

I slowly drift off to sleep, feeling your breathing, smelling your scent, hearing our heartbeats. I wouldn’t change a thing.

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tales-of-wocdes · 2 days ago

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Because of their past, MC developed huge pain tolerance. If everything suddenly felt colder than usual, MC didn't feel it. If their stomach kinda hurt, MC just ignored it. Then it stunned MC when they suddenly couldn't move their body or fainted. Harvard and Lexia had to schedule the medical check-up more often.

Hmm, you feel a bit odd. There is this odd twisty thing happening in your stomach. Why is the world so foggy? Why is it spinning?

Oh well. You dash off, there is a cookie jar to raid.

Reaching the kitchens you reach out to open the door. Why is your hand shaking so much? It's even harder to open the door than usual. You still manage it, you have lots of practice with your bad hands.

Soon you are inside the kitchen, and head for your goal. The cookie jar is just there. So close.

So close, yet so far. Why is it getting farther? Why are you seeing the floor? Did your legs fail again? Why is it so foggy?

"Kid?"

Is that Lexia. Darn, you are caught... again. Maybe she will let you have a cookie. Why is she up there? Was she waiting for you clinging to the roof? That's not fair...

"Kid?!"

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Lexia dashed forwards to catch MC as they went down. The kid was burning up.

"Kid?" She asked, and got no real reaction "Kid?!" She asked again.

Instead of answering, MC's eyes closed and the child went limp. "Fuck". Lexia grabbed MC and went running towards the healing baths, grasping her communication pin.

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"Havard, the kid's out cold and burning hot. Meet you in the baths." Lexia's voice ran through Havard's head and the Head Custodian stood from his desk.

Soon he was running towards the healing baths.

"What happened?" He thought into the pin.

"Passed out while trying to steal cookies." Lexia's thoughts came quickly.

Havard pursed his lips. Of course MC told no one, or perhaps did not notice, when something hurt or something was wrong. Still, sickness again? So soon. It was not that long ago when MC had had that whole rabies episode.

He was worried, so he made a decision. He focused on the his communicator pin and thought. "This is Head Custodian Havard. I would like a healer from the spire to visit the orphanage."

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It's wet when you open your eyes. Ah... you are in the baths again, floating. Why do you spend so much time here? It is so odd.

"Stay still, tiny human." Says a voice you have never heard before.

You blearily look about but only feel something hold your head steady, gently but firmly.

"Stay still." The voice repeated... and you stayed still. It was not that you did not try to move, just that some force did not let you to. It made you panic, as you remember hands holding you down, knives carving into you.

You already dreaded the first cut, tensing as you waited for it. How? Why? How are you back here?.... It took you a good while to notice there was no pain. It was a gentle force, like a heavy blanket on top of you.

"Do not panic, adjusting for that will be annoying with those hands being so sensitive." The voice said.

"MC, please stay still."

Havard. That second voice was Havard, and this was the orphanage.

"I am done." The voice said and only now you noticed something retreating from you. A slight warm feeling that was all over you, except your hands. "The tiny human is fine but regular visits into the bath will help."

You hear a splash and try to turn to look but Havard is suddenly there, covering your vision and picking you up from the bath.

"Thank you, Lo...." Havard starts, but is cut off.

"Leaving now. Try to teach the tiny human to tell you if they feel pain."

You look up at Havard and notice that he is not looking at the person either. Looking around around, you note Lexia is standing outside the bath and pointedly staring at the wall instead of the the figure walking out of the bath.

All you see is the steam off their clothes as they suddenly dry outside of the bath, and the long luxurious black hair reaching down to their waist.

The figure walks out and you never see their face. As soon as the figure is out of the room, both Lexia and Havard exhale in relief.

Lexia smiles at you and glares at Havard. "What did you say when you contacted the spire?"

"That we needed a healer." Havard says, looking a bit shaken.

"Then why did the fu..." She glances at you. "Freaking Archmage of the Ancients show up?"

Archmage? Who's that? You peer at the two... and in a rather Lexia like display of nonchalance, Havard shrugs.

"Maybe he was bored?" He offers.

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Exchange student: Berlin, Germany

October 01, 2024

Brad had come to Berlin as an exchange student because it was supposed to be the party capital of Europe. He was looking forward to a semester of spring break. But he quickly became disillusioned. There was hardly anyone walking around at the Technical University who looked anything like Spring Break. Most of them were dressed in black, with short hair and pale faces. Brad stood out like a sore thumb. And apart from that, Berlin was very different from what he had imagined. He had been told that Germany was so incredibly clean. Berlin was dirty and run-down. The people were unfriendly. The weather was terrible. By the time he moved into his room in the run-down student dormitory, which had probably last been renovated in the 1980s, he was homesick for Providence.

Tonight was a faculty welcome party. The building was an old factory hall, a ruin. The music was just one thing: deafeningly loud. The people at the party were all stoned or high on pills. It stank of sweat, cigarette smoke and sweet energy drinks. Brad wondered whether he could still change universities. Munich was supposed to be much more civilized than Berlin. Someone gave him a funny-looking pill. It was about 02:00 when Brad left the party. His sweater had disappeared. But it had been better than he had feared.

November 05, 2024

Monday was the day Brad recovered. There weren't usually any really good parties on Mondays. And if there were, he could make an exception. In fact, Brad was the go-to person for many of his fellow students when it came to where to go anyway. Brad was usually extremely well informed. Not necessarily about life at university… He had let his attendance at lectures slip a little in the first month. But hey, there was still ages until exams. Tonight was encore.une.fois at the OX! Of course Brad was on the guest list. From 21:00 he was in the gym, pumping up his muscles. And from 01:00 he was on the dance floor. Shit, he had expected something like Springbreak. How boring Springbreak was! Real life was raging here. All it took was a few pills, Red Bull and the right beats. And that was definitely the case today!

At 05:00 the music went off and the cleaning light came on. Brad checked his messages to find out where the best after-hours party was. There were no important lectures on Wednesdays anyway. And he was still far too wound up to sleep.

December 20, 2024

Uni was over until the new year. Actually, he should have been back in Connecticut by now. But Brad wanted to take at least this weekend to Berghain. Moritz had become his friend and business partner. The two were the shooting stars of Berlin's party organizers. Brad had collected 39K followers in the last four weeks alone. His party outfits defined what bouncers wanted to see in the clubs. Normally, DJs had groupies. Or musicians. Moritz and Brad always had a whole cluster of guys and girls hanging around them, basking in their presence and hoping to get shagged by one of them. Particularly lucky ones claimed to have been fucked by both at the same time. Whether this was true was debatable. But as a legend, it was certainly a cool story.

Their gas masks were elaborate custom-made masks that gave off a well-dosed mixture of poppers and laughing gas. Not that the two of them needed it. But it made the intoxication of a party night perfect. There were always two spare masks and the necessary cartridges in their rucksacks. To recharge their gas masks. Or to let very privileged fans share in their intoxication. It was 03:00. Too early to decide whether anyone would get that privilege tonight. Now it was time to dance. The way they only danced at Berghain.

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Hello can i get one where Mark and the reader (also a famous singer) meet at the Australian Open 🎾? They get shipped by both fandoms…pls thanks 🫶🏼

my first request oh my god!!! Thanks so much for asking!! I hope this will meet up your expectations <3

p.s : super excited for Mark's fit!!!

non-boyfriend!mark x reader , famous singer! reader , first meeting ,

Fluff - 2,297 words

COURTSIDE CHEMISTRY

The Australian Open buzzed with life, a perfect balance of elegance and excitement. You had been looking forward to this moment for weeks, not just because of the event itself but because Ralph Lauren had chosen you as one of their featured guests.

Your stylist had made sure you’d turn heads. You were dressed in a stunning ivory jumpsuit with a halter neckline that framed your shoulders perfectly. It hugged your figure at the waist before flowing gracefully down your legs, giving you an effortlessly elegant look. Gold earrings dangled lightly below your jawline, catching the light with each movement, while your hair was styled into a sleek bun with a few soft strands framing your face. Comfortable but chic nude heels completed the look, paired with a matching clutch. You felt poised, confident, but still a little nervous as you stepped out of the car.

Flashes went off immediately as you posed on the blue carpet. The cameras clicked incessantly, capturing your every angle. You gave them a practiced smile, careful not to linger too long—you didn’t want to be the center of attention for too long.

Inside the venue, you were ushered into the VIP lounge. The atmosphere was sophisticated, the crowd a mix of celebrities, athletes, and other high-profile guests. You sipped on a sparkling drink, glancing around the room when you saw him—Mark Lee.

He was dressed immaculately in Ralph Lauren, of course: a navy blazer paired with a striped shirt and beige chinos. He looked every bit the polished, easy-going star you’d seen in countless interviews and performances. But seeing him in person was different. He had this natural warmth to him, the kind that could make anyone feel comfortable.

You weren’t sure if you were imagining it, but you thought he might have noticed you, too. His eyes lingered for a moment before one of the event coordinators approached him.

A few minutes later, the same coordinator was walking toward you. “Y/N,” she began with a polite smile, “this is Mark Lee. You’ll be taking a few promotional photos together later for Ralph Lauren.”

You felt your breath catch slightly but composed yourself quickly. “Hi,” you said, holding out your hand.

“Hi,” Mark replied, his smile soft and genuine as he shook your hand. His voice was calm, but there was a spark of curiosity in his eyes. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too,” you said, feeling the corners of your lips curl upward. There was something disarming about him—he wasn’t just polite, he was genuinely kind.

The small talk that followed felt natural, but you couldn’t ignore how your heart picked up pace every time he smiled. He asked about your music, mentioning how much he enjoyed your recent performance at an award show. You thanked him, feeling a little shy under his gaze but flattered nonetheless.

Soon, the photographer approached with a clipboard, gently interrupting. “Mark, Y/N, we’re going to need you both over here for the promotional shots.”

“Okay, let’s start simple,” the photographer said, clapping his hands together. “Mark, stand to Y/N’s right. A little closer… closer… perfect.”

You shifted slightly as Mark stepped nearer, your shoulders almost brushing. The photographer tilted his head, studying the frame. “Y/N, can you angle your body a bit toward him? Yes, just like that.”

You turned slightly, catching Mark’s eye for a split second. His expression was calm, but there was a flicker of nervousness, almost as if he was worried about making you uncomfortable.

“Great,” the photographer said. “Now, Mark, let’s have you rest your hand lightly on your jacket lapel. Y/N, bring your arm down naturally. Perfect. Hold that!”

The first flash went off, and you focused on keeping a relaxed expression. But then Mark, in his subtle way, broke the ice.

“Are these as awkward for you as they are for me?” he whispered out of the corner of his mouth.

You couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh, your gaze dropping for a moment before meeting his again. “A little. I’m just trying not to look stiff.”

“You’re doing great,” he said, his voice gentle and reassuring.

After a few more shots, the photographer wanted something different. “Okay, let’s go for something more casual. Mark, lean slightly toward Y/N—like you’re mid-conversation. Y/N, relax your posture a little. Yes, perfect.”

Mark leaned in just enough that you could feel the warmth of his presence. “What should we talk about?” he murmured, just loud enough for you to hear.

“Anything,” you replied with a teasing smile. “But don’t make me laugh. I’ll ruin the shot.”

“Noted,” he said, but you swore he was trying to make you laugh on purpose, with the way his lips twitched like he was holding back a joke.

The camera clicked a few more times before the photographer lowered it with a satisfied grin. “That’s the one. You two look amazing together.”

Mark turned to you, his smile softer now. “Not bad for a first meeting, huh?”

“Not bad at all,” you replied, your tone light but genuine.

The chemistry was undeniable. Mark’s relaxed demeanor put you at ease, and you couldn’t help but laugh softly at his occasional jokes between shots. At one point, he turned to look at you as you adjusted your hair, a fond smile crossing his face—and, unbeknownst to you, the camera caught the moment.

As you walked back to the lounge, the tension from before had melted away. Mark was as easy to talk to as he was charming, and you found yourself feeling more comfortable around him than you’d expected.

The second the photos dropped , the internet was on fire. The official Ralph Lauren Instagram account posted the photos first, captioning them simply: “Effortless elegance at the Australian Open. Featuring Y/N and Mark Lee.” The post already had hundreds of thousands of likes within hours, but it was the fan reactions that turned the situation viral.

The most popular picture was the one where Mark was leaning toward you mid-conversation, a fond smile on his face as you looked down shyly. Fans zoomed in, cropped it, and paired it with captions like:

• “WHY DOES THIS LOOK LIKE A PRE-WEDDING SHOOT??”

• “Mark smiling at her like that? WE SEE YOU.”

• “This is NOT a Ralph Lauren ad. This is the start of a love story.”

It didn’t stop there. A short behind-the-scenes video from the shoot began circulating, posted by a staff member who had innocently captured a few moments on their phone. In it, you and Mark were adjusting your poses, and Mark had whispered something that made you laugh. The video ended with the two of you holding your positions, but Mark’s smile lingered on you just a little too long.

Fans took the clip and ran with it. Edits flooded TikTok and Instagram

• Someone set the video to a romantic ballad, captioning it: “And THIS is how soulmates meet.”

• Another fan zoomed in on Mark’s expression and added the text: “He’s down BAD.”

A slow-motion edit paired with a love song racked up millions of views, with fans commenting things like:

• “How is this not a K-drama?”

• “This is better chemistry than 90% of Netflix rom-coms.

Your fans were just as enthusiastic:

• “Y/N looked so shy around him. She never acts like that! What’s going on???”

• “Mark was literally smiling like she hung the stars. Someone explain???”

• “Ralph Lauren needs to drop a Part 2 immediately. WE NEED MORE.”

One user compiled a side-by-side of Mark from the photoshoot and his past interviews where he talked about his ideal type, captioning it: “Tell me Y/N isn’t his type. I’ll wait.”

On Twitter, the hashtag #RalphLaurenCouple trended worldwide.

The buzz wasn’t just online. Paparazzi had captured the two of you chatting during a match break, Mark leaning in slightly while you gestured animatedly. The candid shots only added fuel to the fire.

Some of your mutual fans were already deep into shipping mode:

• “Do you think they exchanged numbers? Because I NEED this to happen.”

• “The chemistry is so natural. Like, you can’t fake that.”

Within 24 hours, your photoshoot wasn’t just a promotional campaign anymore—it was a full-blown internet phenomenon. And somewhere in all the chaos, you couldn’t help but wonder what Mark thought of it all.

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