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bbokicidal · 3 months ago
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greedy, greedy boys. | [SKZ]
have you been waiting? oh, i'm so sorry.~
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warnings: spit kink (jeongin) (the crowd cheers), possessive behavior, jealousy, car sex, fem terms used.
messy, messy boys. | sneaky, sneaky boys. | NSFW Masterlist
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Possessive!Chan who hates when people make comments towards you at galas or shows; People who question if you're a manager or makeup artist even when you're holding his hand and wearing a three hundred thousand dollar dress. It makes you feel down about yourself, but Chan's always eager to show you just why you're perfect for him - by bending you over in the restroom and making you submit to him of course; Pulling your dress up, tugging your panties aside and barely even pulling his cock out to slip into your gummy walls. Already so wet for him, too. You must really love to see him in suits, hm? "See? Look at how pretty you are for me; How you take care of me so well and let me fuck you wherever I want. You're my perfect, pretty girl."
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Possessive!Minho who get not wary, but jealous every time he spots a guy looking your way. On one hand, he doesn't blame them, but on the other he hates every second of it. He always ends up pulling you out of the mall and to the company car so he can fuck you in the backseat - and when you whine out "mmmh -- why are you - doing this now?~" he'll just huff out a laugh. "Why? Everyone in there was looking at you like you were a piece of meat. Just wanna make sure they know who you belong to." He'll groan, his lips parted as he ruts into you so quick that the leather crinkles and whines under his knees. When he's done, he makes sure to keep your panties so you have to walk through the mall with his cum dripping down your thighs. Now everyone knows who owns you.
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Possessive!Changbin who litters your neck with bite marks so bright that you can't even think of covering them with makeup. He just loves doing it when you can't protest, not that you would anyways. He'll catch you off guard by sneaking up behind you, littering your neck with kisses while you do your makeup before clamping down and making you moan so loud he's sure your apartment neighbors heard it. He does it right before events, too - does it before going out to dinner with the boys because he's noticed Jisung ogling you in the past. Changbin says it's just for fun but it's most definitely a way of claiming you in front of everyone. He'll also make a show of touching you under the table, pinching your thighs and giggling at your reactions. He wants everyone to know he's the only one you want.
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Possessive!Hyunjin who gets jealous just seeing other guys on your phone. He knows you won't cheat but seeing you like other guys' posts - even if it's just Felix or Chan on Instagram - makes his blood bubble with need to show you he's better than them. He's instantly all over you, crawling between your legs and shoving your phone out of your hands, pinning your wrist to the mattress under his own and lazily grinding his hips down into yours as he whispers about how you should be giving him attention instead. Don't you want him? Don't you want to feel his huge, heavy cock dragging against your walls and making you feel so good? He can give that to you, you know; All you have to do is beg him for it. ~
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Possessive!Jisung who itches for attention any time he's with you. He doesn't mind you wearing whatever you want but he knows you'll get looks in that pretty black dress so before you go out, he has to find a way to make sure everyone you interact with knows you're taken. He's simple about it; He'll fuck you good and hard up against the entryway wall right before you head out, pushing his cock as deep as he can into you so you've got that cute post-sex wobble the rest of the evening. He just thinks it's so cute when you can't walk because of him and every time he notices it as the night goes on, it makes him think back to the way you were gasping and whining in his ear about how big he is. Which, for a while, boosts his ego and pushes any jealous away.
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Possessive!Felix who gets this dark, brooding look in his eyes when he gets jealous. On one hand he knows he's hot shit and doesn't need to worry, but on another - he saw that guy grab your hip earlier. Where other members might growl about how bad they need you or want you, Felix will wait until you get home before pushing himself onto you - pinning you against the kitchen island, lifting you up onto it and standing between your thighs while he whimpers into your ear and begs you to tell him he's everything you'll ever need. He'll shove his tongue into your pussy until you're trembling and in tears, pulling his hair tight and gasping about how he's the best you've ever had; And he knows. He just loves the feeling of you stroking his ego after five hours of fueled but silent jealousy.
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Possessive!Seungmin who is far more subtle with his feelings. He realized early on in the relationship that you were eye candy for everyone in the world, so he took to holding your hand every time you go out. A subtle way to show that you're together. Though, the others caught onto what irks him - and Minho and Jisung have taken to flirting with you (playfully, of course) just to rile him up. It ends up being taken out on you instead of them, the tip of his cock kissing at your cervix every time he pounds into you and makes the poor bed squeak - and the next day when you show up to support them at rehearsals, he's giving you a piggyback ride. He'll sit you down and when Changbin prods at why you can't get up, Seungmin will answer for you. "She can't walk right now." His eyes turn to you, "She was being naughty yesterday." Even if Jisung and Minho were technically at fault.
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Possessive!Jeongin who knows that you like it when he's riled up. He sits back and watches you play wrestle with Felix, letting you do it as much as you want, before he corners you in the bathroom nearly an hour later when practice gets over with. He'll pin you to the counter with his hands on either side of your hips, only lifting one to grab you by the chin and angle your face up towards him. He watches you giggle and grin up at him, tongue sliding out when you comply as he tells you to "Open your Goddamn mouth." before he spits right in it. If you're really irking him that day, before he leaves he'll give you a little slap on the cheek. Maybe he'll even leave you with a, "Be a good girl and behave."
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maskedbyghost · 2 months ago
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possessive reader but somehow johnny gets involved 👀👀 take that how Ever you will
cw: smut, jealousy, possessive!reader, bondage? Well, there was only one way this could play out—because let's be real, the reader’s not sharing Simon with anyone. Hope you enjoyed the madness. Let me know what you think!
It was a normal night. You went out with Simon and his team for drinks, nothing crazy. Johnny was being his usual loud, flirty self, the way he was with everyone, but something about the way his eyes lingered a little too long on Simon’s smile, the way he leaned in when he talked to him, that smug little grin—yeah, it got under your skin fast.
And sure, maybe Simon didn’t notice, or maybe he did and didn’t care, but you were watching the whole time, sipping your drink and fuming quietly, feeling that tight little burn coil up in your chest every time Johnny laughed at something Simon said like it was the funniest shit he’d ever heard.
And Simon just smiled, just sat there looking so fucking good it made your stomach flip, leaning back in his seat with that relaxed, warm look on his face that made everyone want a piece of him. But he was yours. Yours. And you weren’t in the mood to play it cool.
Then, like salt in the wound, on the way out, Simon had the audacity to say, “Johnny should crash with us—it's closer than base, and he's had a few.”
You just nodded, didn’t say much, but your jaw was clenched so tight your teeth hurt. Johnny, of course, was all, “Cheers, mate,” like he didn’t just spend the last three hours flirting with your man.
Oblivious. Fucking oblivious. You were already planning your next move. Because no one—not even one of Simon’s closest friends—was gonna walk into your home, into your space, and forget who the hell Simon belonged to.
You didn’t say much when you got home. Just followed them inside, waited until Johnny was in the shower, and then grabbed Simon by the arm and pulled him aside.
“You okay?” he asked, looking down at you with concern that almost made you forget you were pissed.
You nodded. “Fine. Just wondering if your friend has a habit of flirting with guys in relationships or if that was just a special show for tonight.”
He blinked. “Johnny? Babe, he’s not—”
“Don’t,” you said. “I know what I saw. I know what he wants.”
Simon raised his hands. “Alright. Then what do you wanna do about it?”
And maybe you smiled too fast. Maybe your eyes were a little too bright when you said, “Make it real clear who you belong to.”
Which is how you all ended up in the bedroom—Johnny on a chair in the corner, his hands loosely tied behind his back with one of Simon’s shirts, looking half-confused and half-curious, and you on the bed with Simon already under you, flushed and breathless and looking like he’d never say no to you even if he wanted to.
You slid your hands down Simon’s chest, straddling him, eyes flicking back to Johnny just long enough to make sure he was watching.
“You see this?” you said, voice low, possessive in a way that made Simon’s jaw tighten and his breath hitch. “This is mine. Every inch. Every sound. Every fucking part of him.”
Simon groaned as your hands dipped lower, as you leaned in and bit at his neck, leaving a mark that you knew would last. He didn’t even try to stop you—just held your hips tighter, let you move however you wanted, completely content to be owned by you.
You kissed him hard, full of teeth and tongue, not pulling back until he was dizzy, until his hands were gripping you like he couldn’t handle being away for even a second.
“You’re gonna sit there and watch,” you said to Johnny, not looking at him this time, too busy tugging Simon’s clothes off. “And you’re gonna see exactly what you’ll never have.”
“You’re mine, yeah?” You asked Simon when the last piece of your clothes hit the floor. “Say it.”
Simon nodded, voice low and strained. “Yours.”
“You come home to me.”
“Always.”
“No one else gets you.” You looked right at Johnny as your fingers wrapped around Simon’s cock, stroking him slowly. “Not your friends, not your teammates, not anyone.”
Johnny was quiet, stiff in the chair, trying to figure out what the hell was happening while you climbed onto Simon’s lap and sank down on him with a low groan that made Simon’s eyes roll back. “Fuck,” he hissed, hands gripping your hips.
You started riding him slow, dragging it out, keeping your eyes on Johnny as you moaned and rocked your hips. “This is mine,” you said, fingers digging into Simon’s chest. “Only I get his cock. Only I get to make him cum.”
Simon’s hands slid up your back, holding you like he was holding on for dear life, trying not to lose it already because the way you were moving, the way your voice dropped into that husky, dark tone—it had him dizzy. “Jesus,” he muttered, breath shaky.
You leaned in, kissed his jaw, biting just a little, grinding down harder. “Tell him who owns you, baby.”
Simon groaned, his head falling back against the mattress. “You do. All yours.”
You turned to Johnny, who was shifting in the chair now, not even hiding the flush creeping up his neck. “You hear that? All mine. You don’t get his hands, or his mouth, or his fucking moans. He fucks me. He fills me. He begs for me.”
Simon was panting, one hand tangled in your hair, the other gripping your thigh, hips jerking up into you, and you grinned down at him, dragging your nails down his chest. “Gonna cum for me?”
He nodded, eyes glassy. “Can’t hold it—fuck, you feel too good—”
You came first—hard, loud, and proud, nails digging into his chest like you were staking your claim. And the second your high started to come down, you grabbed Simon’s face, forced him to look you dead in the eyes as you breathed, “Do it,” you whispered, bouncing harder. “Give it to me. Right in front of him, baby.”
He came with a rough, broken sound, face pressed against your neck, breath catching hard in his chest as his whole body tightened up. His hands gripped whatever they could find, his fingers digging in as he needed to hold onto something, and his hips jerked deep a few more times, and he couldn’t stop even if he tried.
He was swearing under his breath, his voice low and wrecked; the pleasure hit him all at once, and he didn’t know what to do with it, just riding it out with little shudders as it all poured out of him.
You didn’t even look at Johnny as you slumped against Simon’s chest, both of you a mess of sweat and heaving breaths. “You alright there?” you said lazily over your shoulder.
And Johnny? The poor guy had gone quiet halfway through, jaw slack, eyes wide, and by the end of it, he was shifting uncomfortably in his seat, obviously trying to hide the fact that he’d gotten way too into it.
You turned your head and gave him a smirk. “Still think he’s up for grabs?”
He didn’t say anything right away. He just blinked, cheeks flushed, hands still tied, and when he finally opened his mouth, it wasn’t what you expected.
“I need to find someone that crazy about me.”
“Good luck,” Simon laughed, dragging you down for another kiss. “There’s only one of her.”
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milessunflowers · 4 months ago
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welcome back to bear does role reversals!!
twitch streamer!lando norris x f1 driver!reader :P
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twitch streamer!lando makes me so happy omg
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twitch streamer!lando norris x f1 driver!gn!reader
synopsis: nobody realizes that their favorite twitch streamer is dating their favorite f1 driver until they show up in one of lando's streams
author's note: guys i actually wrote something other than headcannons?? holy shit?? i feel like a small blurb or whatever it is called (can't remember for the life of me) fit this vibe more than anything so yeah! hope you guys like it
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finally, it was winter break. you had had a long season, ending it in third overall for the world championship. sure, it wasn't ideal, per say, but you were incredibly proud, and so was lando. in fact, the two of you went out on a last-minute date, sharing a nice burger before heading back to the hotel.
with the season finally over, you now had all the time you could wish for and more to spend with your boyfriend. most of the time, you and lando attempted to make dinner, had movie nights, and oftentimes played whatever games lando wanted with each other. it was a nice break from the high stress of driving cars at upwards of 375 kilometers an hour. plus, you had gone pretty much off the grid to detox from the heavy drama and rumors swirling around your career.
with lando, you could just be you without the stress of pr or the looming presence of your contract. lando was a breath of fresh air, even if he was a bit intense and chaotic at times. you loved him more than anything.
tonight was more or less normal. you were sitting on the couch, waiting for your food to arrive, and watching the tele. lando was in the home office, streaming like he usually did on friday nights. he was screaming and laughing, chatting with max while they shot insults back and forth at each other. you found it hilarious, especially since you teased them for acting like an old married couple.
behind lando was your collection of helmets and trophies. of course, people knew you lived together and somehow never put together all the puzzle pieces. you thought it was quite funny as it was blatantly obvious. you never hid your relationship from public view, nor did you ever want to. your fans and his just never seemed to connect the dots.
you hadn't minded, though. it was nice having a more private relationship, even if it wasn't exactly private. lando, and you were always openly affectionate with each other in public. especially lando, who is constantly hanging off your arm and kissing you.
you are snapped out of your thoughts when the doorbell rings, signaling your take out has arrived. you thank the delivery woman, tip her extra for being so kind, and enter the apartment once more. you set everything up before calling your boyfriend.
"lando! babe, dinner's here!" you call to him, hoping he can hear you over his high-pitched giggling. you wait a spell, seeing if he will come out of his cave as you have come to call the office. "babe!" you shout again before sighing and heading towards the office door.
you open it to find lando bright red from laughing. "lando, babe!" you say, approaching him, in view of the camera, and pull his headset off. "dinner's here." he looks up at you, annoyed before he smiles.
"why didn't you call me?" he asks, turning to see the chat blowing up eith question marks. he giggles again before looking back st your half annoyed expression.
"i called you at least three times, baby," you tell him, rolling your eyes at the cheeky look he was giving you. you gently shove his face away and laugh. "c'mon, love. gotta eat before it gets cold."
"can you pretty please bring me a plate? today's the longer stream, and i can't end it," he tells you, giving you his best puppy dog eyes. you close your eyes, throw your head back, and sigh heavily.
"fine, but only if i can eat in here with you too," you respond, leaning down to give him a short kiss before going to grab him a plate of food. lando cackles when you leave as his chat is absolutely shocked with your relationship.
"chat, don't be so surprised. i've been with them for years," he tells his chat, rolling his eyes. "and yes, i have been to their races. it literally says 'twitch streamer and y/n l/n's partner' when i'm shown on the tele. are you guys actually that dumb?!"
"well if they watch you, mate-" max starts before lando is yelling again, causing max to cackle as well. you barely step back into the room before you are met with the hynea sounds that assault your ears.
"what the hell?" you announce, handing your boyfriend his plate, your reaction unfortunately making him cackle louder. "never mind, just eat." and he does. he eats and chats and laughs with you and max. that stream later goes completely viral, and finally, after years together, the world has finally pieced it together how insanely in love you guys are.
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lovemepartly · 4 months ago
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bf!sang-woo ✩ headcanons
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read part 2 here!
warnings: 18+, smut
a/n: this is for me and the three other sang-woo girlies. i see you guys fr 😔✊
sfw ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊
• sang-woo buys gifts as a way of showing his love for you. it doesn’t matter if he’s in debt or not, any extra money he has, he wants to spend on you so you feel special. sometimes it’ll just be something as simple as your favorite snack or drink, but on other times he saves for an expensive piece of jewelry, especially if it’s a special occasion.
• he usually likes to be the bigger spoon when you guys are cuddling, but if work gets especially stressful he’ll quietly lay down in your arms and let you play with his hair and stroke his back. don’t say anything about it though, or he’ll get embarrassed.
• your fights mostly stem from his long nights at work that make you feel neglected, but the two of you are pretty good at talking about a situation before it gets into a full-blown fight. when the fight gets bad, he’ll cool down and go smoke on the balcony or will literally get on his knees and kiss your hands because he feels so bad. (ik you guys know which squid game scene i'm referencing here teehee)
• sang-woo might be genuinely obsessed with you. not anything creepy ofc, but once you guys are in a committed relationship he just can’t help but be so enthralled by you. he will listen to you talk about nonsense for hours. he loves to watch you do the most mundane tasks, just studying your features.
• he definitely has a picture of you in his wallet and it always makes him smile. i feel like he would keep the default wallpaper for his phone, but if you changed his wallpaper to a picture of the two of you, he wouldn’t change it back.
• he is such a gentleman. if it’s cold out, he’ll always take off his coat and give it to you - it doesn’t matter if he’s cold or how much you protest. when your feet begin to hurt from heels, he’ll carry you home or lend you his shoes. he opens all the doors for you - even the car door. speaking of, when he drives, his hand always holds yours on the center console or rests on your thigh.
• he secretly loves it when you kiss him and your lipstick stains his lips or cheek. unless he’s going to work, he won’t wipe off the subtle mark. he sees it as a small way of telling the world he’s yours.
• this man just definitely loves you so much. you are the most important thing in his life.
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• sang-woo definitely likes to take his time with you, working slowly and savoring every moment with you. on some mornings where he’s particularly stressed about the day of work ahead, he’ll wake you up by planting kisses all over your face and the next thing you know you’re face down on the bed while he quickly thrusts inside you.
• he likes to make you beg sometimes. not all the time, but he finds it endearing when you use your words to tell him exactly what you want, your cheeks flushed from shyness.
• in general, i think he would enjoy showering with you in a non-sexual way as he sees it as just an intimate way to spend time together. although sometimes, he’ll place kisses down your neck and turn you around, lifting up your leg and entering you slowly.
• he definitely gets jealous easily when he sees you talking to another guy but will never do anything about it in the moment or even say anything to you about it afterwards. it’s not until you get home that he initiates sex, roughly crashing his lips into yours and carrying you to the bedroom. in the morning, you’ll wake up covered in hickeys, but only in intimate places (like your chest and thighs)- i don’t think he would mark your neck tbh.
• he definitely praises you. i don’t even think he does intentionally, just little comments like “good girl” and “you take it so well” slip out quietly. his voice becomes softer and lower.
• when sangwoo goes down on you it might be the best feeling in the whole world. he knows your body so well, and will start slow, lapping at your folds, before he begins sucking on your clit and inserting a finger in you. he would definitely keep going even after you’ve orgasmed, just because he likes your taste that much. (GOD CAN YOU GUYS IMAGINE HIM EATING YOU OUT WITH THOSE FUCKASS GLASSES)
• he’ll never ask you to give him head, but when you do, he loves it. he holds your hair back every single time. you don’t even have to ask him to. he loves to see you choke on his cock, tears forming in your eyes as you try to take all of him, drooling all over him. just the sight of you on your knees, taking him in, is enough to make him finish.
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plutosillywrites · 5 months ago
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part 2 of plus sized! reader who gets swooped up by the boys in the bar..
CW: oralf!receiving, themes of sex, 5some basically lol, 18+!
after successfully slotting you thigh to thigh against Gaz and John, across the booth sits Johnny, and Simon. you can’t help but feel a little squirmy being squeezed between two muscular men.
Gaz is a cheeky shit, hand placed daringly on your thigh, rubbing back and forth. “so,” Gaz starts turning his focus to you— as does the rest of them. “can i get the honor of knowing your name?” you say your name to the group, and hear an echo of their names back.
“you guys have such handsome names..” you smile, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “that’s awful sweet coming from you, love.” says john, and ohhh fuck—
your daddy issues have never been more apparent than now when you look at him, greying and gruff in all the right places. you look away— your face heating up so quick that you’re just a tad embarrassed.
“haha.. thank you..” you say, nervousness dripping in your words, you look towards simon and johnny, and you’re taken aback—
simon’s eyes are piercing, gorgeous, and completely focused on you and you alone. “you are a fuckin’ stunning lass.” johnny says, his eyes also trained on you.
you smile, sheepish— and you closely resemble charlie browns wobbly smile, “thank you.. you’re all making me blush.” you say, like they don’t already know—
the smirk they’re all wearing tells you it all.
“can’t blame us for thinking a bird like you is just so pretty…” simon trails off, and you feel gaz’s hand slide farther up your thigh, until you feel it stop right before your core..
“if you don’t want me to do this— tell me now,” you don’t move to say no, in fact you position your legs for him to have better access. “..want it— but i wanna lay on a comfy bed.. please.” this earns a laugh from the group, and gaz (much to your dismay) removes his hand and fixes your dress.
one by one you all slid out from the booth, before you can ask whose place we’re going to the boys are already tugging you towards their car, john in the drivers seat, gaz in the passenger. in the back it consists of johnny, you, and then simon. and they take full advantage of having you to themselves.
johnny leans over, after buckling all three of you, his lips dusting over the shell of your ear. “aye, lass.. you might drive me fuckin’ crazy..” before leaving soft kisses down your throat.
and simon leaves no time to waste, sucking hard on the other side of your neck— which is sure to leave marks in the morning, (are you really complaining though.. no.) his hand making its way to push up your dress.
his hand falters, only waiting obediently for your approval— and you can’t barely think with two hot men kissing and sucking on your neck. “please— please touch me—“ you rasp out, pants and quiet moans leaving your lips as johnny continue his ruthless attack on your neck.
“are you guys leaving us out?” gaz says from the front— but you can tell from his voice that he doesn’t feel offended at all, in fact, you can see him looking from the corner of his eye.
tilting your head back and grinding into simon’s hand, as he’s slipped it into your pretty black lace panties, rubbing softly at your bud, tight circles that leave you almost breathless.
johnny makes quick work too, tilting your head towards him so he can capture your lips in a kiss that has your head spinning and your hand trapping at his jacket. his jungles against your lips “you taste so good bonnie.”
the car stops, and you only realize it has when johnny breaks away and simon’s pulls away from your neck and underwear, you let out a whine of protest but get silence with a light pat to your thigh. “patience— you’ll get what you want, lovie.” simon’s whispers out, restraint evident in his voice.
the boys usher you out of the car and into their shared home, and as soon as that door closes you can bet your ass they’re hands are all over you, john is kissing you with such passion you can’t even tell whose hands are whose that are touching you.
your moans against john’s lips as he leads you to the bed room, pulling away with a grin— “you are so needy.. poor thing needs to be fucked real good, doesn’t she?” and you nod your head, quickly— it’s been far too long since anyone good had touched you, let alone 4 fucking men.
simon lays down and tugs you down on top of him, you with your dress on partly unzipped, you try to reach behind you but simon stops you, slowly unzipping your dress, sliding your sleek black dress of your body.
simon’s hands travel up your chest, grabbing your pretty tits in your lacy black bra in the palms of his hands, “so fucking gorgeous..” his whispers in your ear, and when your readjust in his lap— you can feel just how attracted he his to you too with his hard on. “i.. ah- could say the exact same to you..” and you can feel his smile on your skin.
your trance is broken when you feel hand nudging your knees apart, and you see johnny knelt between your legs, behind him gaz and john are in a heated kiss, and you feel a tingling sensation in your stomach, “wait- wait, are you sure?” you ask johnny.
the last couple guys you were with were barely men clearly, not wanting to go anywhere near your pussy unless it meant getting their dick wet— but johnny? johnny is different, (a real man) and he is insulted you’d assume such a thing.
“am i sure? darlin’.. is the sky blue?” he says, nipping and kissing at your thighs, before looking up at you with the eyes of a beggar. “please, wanna taste you bonnie.. wanna make you feel so good.” you breath gets caught in your throat, and you feel simon reach and grab your legs— holding them apart perfectly for johnny. “cmon, love.. let ‘im have a taste. i know i want one too..”
you sigh blissfully, before nodding, your lips parted in a euphoric expression. “please johnny.. want you to—“ and he cuts you off with a long lick with his tongue bottom to top across your clothed pussy, causing a sharp gasp from you at the feeling. he smiles and latches his lips to your bud through your panties, sucking and licking at it.
you squirm and pitchy, sweet whines leave your throat as simon tilts your head down, making you watch johnny, gaz and john slide on either side of you.
you grind against johnnys tongue until you feel him remove himself, you moan and whimper, “why— why’d you stop? so close— wanna cum..” you whine, rolling your hips in a circle which causes johnny to grab your love handles. “the boys want a turn too.. would be so mean of you to deny them your tasty cunt, lassie…” johnny murmurs, sliding from your legs and letting gaz take his place.
“yeah, baby, i wanna make you moan for me too.. so unfair.” gaz says with a faux pout, but you know it’s just a facade, your eyes are watery and you’re still trying to move your hips. “please- please, touch me again!” gaz laughs, his head ducking to your cunt, grappling the hem of your panties with his teeth and pulling them down and off, tossing them somewhere in the room.
his tongue gives soft kitten licks at your bud, finger teasing softly at your hole, slick and sticky from how wet you are, you let out a whimper, your hips rolling in a circle on his tongue and fingers.
he tuts at your whines before giving in and sliding his fingers inside, one at first and adding more as he goes, each thrust hitting that spot deep inside which has your brain turning to mush, soft gasp turn to erratic moans leaving your pretty parted lips.
“don’t stop— please, almost there..” your voice trails off into a long whine, but gaz removes his lips and his fingers regretfully from your core, leaving a trail of kisses on your thighs. “wouldn’t be fair if i let you cum before john and simon got to try..” he sits up and you see john towering behind him, his eyes greedy and hungry.
you let your hand travel down your body, resting right before your core. your eyes lidded, with a dark look. “john.. wanna feel you.. please?” you say, your voice soft like silk to him, he crawls up to you a laugh escaping his throat.
“how could i say no to you, love?” he says, his tongue gently playing at your hole, teasing, taunting.. you lean your head back against simon’s shoulder, moans and mewls leaving your lips as your hands go towards johns hair, you feel another hand slowly inching down towards your core.
you look down and realizes it’s simon’s, his fingers rubbing soft but tight circles on your clit, pressing soft kisses to your crown. “so pretty, love.” simon mumbles.
your moans and erratic breathes quicken, your hand reaching out for simon’s thigh. “oh- oh fuck, so close, please.. please!” you roll your hips on simon’s fingers and johns tongue.
you feel john groan against your core, his tongue going quicker and hitting that spot deep inside, simon’s fingers work at your bud rapidly, “c’mon, lovie.. doin’ so good for us, cum for us.”
your rolling hips come to a stop, your breathe hitches and that tight rope in your core snaps, cumming on their tongue and fingers, you slump into simon’s body. clenching pathetically on john’s tongue when he tries to pull away.
when you look around you notice johnny and gaz are somewhere else— and they come back with new clothes and a wet clothe to wipe you down, and you smile meekly at them.
“thank you..” you say, a tiredness overcoming you as you try to blink it away. they laugh breathlessly and wipe you down, johnny sliding on some boxers onto you after. “anythin’ love. you name it, we’ll get it.” they say, putting a shirt on you and curling up at your sides.
you look at them questionably, “don’t you want me to pay you all back?” some frown at your comment, before johnny pipes up. “we wanted to make you feel good— you were our focus. c’mon.. wanna cuddle n sleep now. m’kay?” he says, voice drawing off into a yawn. simon’s voice catches your attention, “because, you’re ours now— we’ve got all the time in the world to have you.. properly.” he whispers.
you smile, and a blush dusts your cheeks, before sliding off simon and onto your side. you lay curled between all these men, who seemed to care for you and have a deep fondness too. you’re in paradise.. and frankly never want to leave.
pt 1 https://www.tumblr.com/plutosillywrites/775042858040311808/imagine-plus-sizereader-going-to-the-bar-for-a
(an// hi !! i hope you guys enjoyed and this lives up to your expectations:3 )
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mylovesstuffs · 2 months ago
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13 LIVES
@mylovesstuffs | svt 10th anniversary; a reincarnation love anthology
13 lives, 13 versions of you, and the stars found you each time. a reincarnation-inspired fic series for seventeen’s 10th anniversary—where each member meets you in a different lifetime. different settings. different versions of love, but always, you.
updates begin may 26.
the timeline resets. the ache returns. fate begins again.
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❝ altitude and apathy ❞ || pilot!seungcheol
outline. on your first turbulent flight as a junior attendant, you meet a calm, gorgeous pilot who slips his number into your schedule card, but you never call. years later after leaving the skies behind, you cross paths again.—“you don’t fly much,” he says. “scared of crashing.” he smiles. “then let’s land this right.”
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❝ what we lost in the light ❞ || fallen angel!jeonghan
outline. he wears pain like silk, smiles like he’s already written your ending. he used to be divine until he chose something [someone] too much. now he watches you pray and flinches, like the memory stings. “you remind me of who i was. and i don’t know if that’s cruel or kind.” but he carries an old locket with your face inside; from a lifetime you never lived… yet.
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❝ even hell had a heart ❞ || lucifer!joshua — [read now]
outline. you prayed every night not to fall in love with the wrong person, until—he showed up. he says your name like a forbidden prayer. “even your god can’t hate me more than i hate myself for wanting you.” you don’t kiss; just stare, and that feels holier than sin.
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❝ obsessive. compulsive. yours ❞ || psycho!jun
outline. he finds patterns in chaos and comfort in destruction. nothing rattles him—until you. one smile, and he decides you’re his. obsession comes easy to him; love never did. but you see through him. “you’re terrifying,” you whisper. “we know,” he smirks. “and yet, you're staying.” you kiss him anyway—right after he bloodies his knuckles on the poor guy who touched your arm in the crowd.
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❝ if that night meant anything ❞ || highschool almost sweetheart!soonyoung
outline. you were both cowards. almost kissed at prom, almost dated, almost tried. now he runs the dance studio next to your office, and he still wears that hoodie from senior year. “you still talk in your sleep?” he teases. “you still love me?” you shoot back. he doesn't answer, but he shows up at your door the next night.
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❝ line 23: i want you ❞ || actor!wonwoo
outline. you’re a production assistant on your first major film—efficient, invisible, and never one to cross the lines between crew and cast. he’s the star: aloof, cold, never breaking character until the cameras are off. you don’t talk much, just stolen glances, assistance, a brush of hands when you pass him a marked-up script. but when the set clears one night, he catches you alone. his eyes are different than that you knew of—“you make it hard to stay in character.” from that night on, he only breaks character when he’s looking at you; when it’s just the two of you, and the world doesn’t exist beyond the set.
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❝ left on read since sixteen ❞ || first love!jihoon
outline. you confessed when you were sixteen. he didn't say a word. years passed, and he became a celebrated songwriter; you built a quiet life writing poems no one read. now you’ve been hired to help him write lyrics. he still has your old note, folded, soft-edged, memorized. “you don’t remember writing it?” “no,” is your answer. he smiles, bittersweet. “then let me remind you why you did.”
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❝ you were never just a blur ❞ || photographer!minghao
outline. he’s quiet, a little rude, and brilliant. you keep bumping into him—train stations, bookstores, markets. then you see his gallery, and you’re in every photo; a blur in every stills. “you’ve been following me,” you say, surprised. he doesn’t look away from the photo. “i was waiting for you to notice.”
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❝ overruled by heart ❞ || lawyer!mingyu
outline. you’re his client. he's your lawyer; six feet of flirt wrapped in a three-piece suit, too charming, too much. but he fights for you like you're already his. “this isn't professional,” you warn, cornered between his desk and that look in his eyes. he smirks, and leans in, “then sue me.”
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❝ shared space? shared heart ❞ || roommate!dokyeom
outline. you needed a place. he had a spare room. simple. except it’s not. he makes pancakes when your deadlines wreck you. you leave sticky notes on his guitar case. it’s comfortable, maybe too much so. then one night, you fall asleep on his bed while waiting for laundry. he doesn’t wake you, just tucks you in and sleeps on the floor. “i like living with you,” he whispers the next morning, eyes still closed. and suddenly, your shared space doesn’t feel so temporary anymore, because now you know what to do.
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❝ haters to lovers ❞ || show host!seungkwan
outline. you roast him on live tv. he throws it right back. the internet goes wild, shipping you both. though behind the scenes, you fight like cats. “you always talk back,” you snap, rolling your eyes. “you never shut up,” he retorts. the banter is relentless, until one certain night, he pulls you behind the curtain. “just kiss me once,” he says, “so i know if i really hate you.”
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❝ for the record ❞ || police officer!vernon
outline. you call the station about hearing strange noises at night. he shows up, half-interested. it becomes a routine: your call, his knock. “you lonely or just like uniforms?” you smile, “you’re the only sound that doesn’t scare me.” the next time you call, he doesn’t ask what you heard; he asks if he can stay.
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❝ this isn't academic ❞ || professor!chan
outline. you’re younger, and a little too sharp for your own good. he challenges you in every lecture and you match him word for word. but still, you’re his brightest student—and his most dangerous temptation. “i only argue with people i respect,” you say as the room empties. he leans against the desk, “then keep talking.” he locks the door, the air shifts. you're not just a student anymore; you’re the exception he’s about to break all his rules for.
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THIS WAS NEVER SUPPOSED TO BE THIS DEEP!!! this idea has been haunting me for months — a love that reincarnates 13 times? i mean come on. this was bound to be written at some point. this series is stitched from the part of me that believes in fate, in missed connections that circle back, in the idea that sometimes we meet the same souls over and over—just to learn how to love them better. every version of you meets a different version of seventeen. sometimes it’s holy. sometimes it's filthy. sometimes it hurts. sometimes it’s healing. all the time, it’s fate. it started with a snippet reaction. yk, 100 words, but then i got curious and suddenly i’m elbows-deep in thirteen versions of love, loss, and the way fate likes to play god. now every reaction [story] is a life.
posting begins may 26 [SVT’s debut day!] and continues beyond. each fic will be added here. i’m writing with no fixed order, see you in lifetime #4 or #9 or maybe even #13.
to be added to the taglist, comment under!
— from celeste, with all 13 of my lives <3
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peachesofteal · 6 months ago
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Through Me (The Flood) - secret baby fic Simon Riley/female reader This is the last part before the epilogue
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“Where are we going?”
“It’s a surprise honey, remember?” You nod, but your eyes stay glued to the windshield, tracking the raindrops sliding on and off the glass. “Hey,” he reaches for your hand, pulling it into his grasp, “it’s okay. You’re safe.”
“I’m with you.” You repeat the mantra, the one you repeat in the shower, in bed, in the living room. I’m safe. I’m with you. 
He wants to look away from the road so badly long enough to see your eyes, really see them. It’s how he knows where you are, if you’re there, or here, or somewhere else. Just in case, he reminds you. “The kids are with Gaz and Cami. Soap is sleeping in the guest room. They’re all together, and they’re safe.” You nod again, but answer as a robot.
“They’re safe.” He can’t do it. He pulls the car over and you turn in alarm, watching as he steps around to the passenger side door and pulls it wide, dropping to his knee.
“Look at me-“
“You’re getting wet!” You sputter, grabbing at his jacket, but he stills you.
“Look at me, mama.” Your eyes are full of tears, and he cups your cheek. “Where are you?” Your lip wobbles.
“That room.” He pries your fingers open and places your palm over his chest.
“What’s that?”
“Your heart.”
“Your heart, sweet girl. It’s yours. Count them for me.” You shake your head, clenching your eyes shut, and he squeezes your knee. “Deep breath. Count them.”
“O-one, two, thr-we, four…” he does it with you, quietly, supporting, but not coaching. Not leading. You have to do it, you have to bring yourself back. “F-ive… five, six, seven, eight, nine…” each beat steadies your voice until you’re sitting a little straighter, breathing a little deeper.
“There she is. There’s my girl.” He wipes a tear from your cheek, “that’s it.”
“Ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen…” you reach twenty five, and then give him a nod. He is thoroughly soaked now, but who cares. It’s not even close to what matters.
“Where are you?” He presses a slow kiss to your forehead.
“I’m here, with you.” You meet his gaze, clear and focused, and he nods.
“Okay.”
“You could have told me.”
“Not as fun, mama, I wanted it to be a surprise.” You’re standing in the middle of the room, looking around, smiling. It’s the same room he brought you to years ago. The room where he put the ring on your finger, the room you told him you’d spend the rest of your life, his life, together. The curtains are the same, the decor, even the bedspread.
“Si,” your voice wavers, and he pulls you into his arms, holding you against his chest.
“Are you happy?”
“Yes.”
You're surprisingly not nervous at all, though he's not that shocked. You have a few tattoos, medium sized, black and grey like his. No sleeves or anything that extensive, but you picked up a small collection during your travels. 
"Wait... are you serious?" You squeak, eyeing the chair and then the guy sitting beside it, Mark, the same guy that's done almost all of Simon's work. Simon's still not sure how he convinced him to come out here and do this, but he suspects the sentimental piece of this occasion had a lot to do with it. "What... what is it?" Simon glances at him, and then nods, holding his breath as he pulls the stencil out of the binder to lay it flat in front of you. 
It's a ring. Black and grey to match your other tattoos, but the same shape, band, everything, as the one you lost. Except- 
The stone frames three constellations. Orion, Phoenix and... "Lyra." You whisper, tracing the line work. You look up at him with tears in your eyes. "Orpheus and Eurydice." 
"Everyone says it's a tragedy, y'know? That he failed. But those people have never felt the way I feel about you." His throat is unbearably tight, and he swallows to keep it together. "They don't know how I'd go to hell to bring you home, they don't know how desperate I'd be to look back and and make sure you're still there with me," he breathes deep through his nose, chasing away the tidal wave rising in his chest. Mark, thankfully, has decided to pretend to be busy with something else. "They don't know how I'd let myself be ripped apart just to see you again. To spend eternity with you." 
"Simon..." 
"You don't have to do it," he rushes out, squeezing your hand, "just say so, and we'll leave. I won't be mad." You reach for him, tugging him close by his wrist and standing up on your tiptoes, trying to bury your face in his neck, seeking you safe space. 
"I love you. I love... I love you." He brushes your tears away. "I want it. Yes, of course. I want it." 
"You sure?" You cast one last look at the drawing, and nod. 
"Eternity with you." He smiles. 
"Eternity." 
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hoshigray · 1 year ago
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hmmmm, chosuki both "marking their territory" after one of reader's friends gets a little too touchy?
Love your work <3333333
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𝐚. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: when i tell you i was grinning once i saw this in my inbox, lol, finally chosuki yessss!! ty for loving my stuff ☆
⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Choso + Yuki x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - threesome - oral (m! + f! receiving) - fingering (f! receiving) - anal (f! receiving) - anal fingering (f! receiving) - cowgirl 69 + missionary positions - breast fondling + nipple play + sucking - biting/marking - unprotected sex (psa: wrap it up or get tf up) - pet names (baby, cutie, honey, sweetie, sweet pea) - mild possessive behavior.
⊹ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.2k
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“Damn, Y/n, you’re so lucky to have such eye-catchers fawning over you!”
“Pfffthaha, oh, stop it! You’re drunk; stop swinging around!”
There’s one thing in this world that both Yuki and Choso don’t play about — you.
You are the sweetest and most prized treasure they cherish with their very hands. Being in a poly relationship tends to be a hard thing to manage for Yuki and Choso. The two lovers were never in luck to find the right person who didn’t match their vibe or wanted to change the dynamic they were going for. But with every dark tunnel, there’s a light on the other side. And thanks to the blonde and dark brunette’s stars, you were their saving grace.
God, they adored you very much — the best partner they could ever have. The way you’d wake up to them and give them a kiss with a soft ‘good morning,’ how you make lunch for Choso before he goes on his way to work, or texting sweet messages to Yuki to check how she’s doing or telling her about this new place that opened around the area for all three of you to explore. Blind by your smile and caring charm, Yuki and Choso live in eternal bliss and happiness, knowing you have blessed them with your presence to return home to.
Their love for you is mutual and genuine, authentic in that they wish to spend their days — no, their entire lives! — being with you. They see you as their muse, as theirs. So, it’s predictable that they’d be secretly jealous when they’d have to share their piece of heaven with others.
Especially now when all three of you had been dragged by some of your old college buddies for a night out at the pub. Figuring this would be a perfect opportunity to introduce your friends to your lovers, Yuki and Choso were invited over to enjoy the merits of this occasion. What the two partners hadn’t expected was how close you all were — albeit a little too close for their liking. 
You all sat at one big round booth table, Yuki and Choso being separated from you as your friends wanted to have you by them for just the night. Again, it made the two lovers feel uneasy. Even when a girl friend grabs your hand and intertwines your fingers with hers enthusiastically, the blonde can’t fight the twitch of her ruby eyes. The friend goes on to say, “Nah, are you kidding? I think those two are the ones who are lucky to have Y/n! They’re such an angel; anyone would feel like they’ve won a million dollars if they got with someone like them.”
Then, a guy who was visibly buzzed joined the praise fest. “You’re so right! I’d do backflips every day if I scored someone so gracious and sweet as Y/n,” the drunk man brings a hand on your shoulder and nestles his cheek to your shoulder. Choso attempts to keep a neutral expression, but caramel eyes carry a tiny hostile aura. “I’d make sure to love on them every single day, kiss their feet when they walk, wash their hair when they ask—“
“Okay, lover boy,” you stop him before your drunken friend digs his foolish grave even further, and it’s hard to hide your giggles. “I think that’s enough Crowne and tequila for one night.”
You and your friends laugh and continue to strike up a conversation to catch up on material. However, you’re so engrossed in the others’ talk that you can’t sense the tension that’s brewing from the other side where your lovers sit. The two survey the scene with silent eyes, with Choso hitting his leg to stop the bounce of his knee and Yuki tapping her fingernails on the table surface.
All they could do was watch you, their treasured partner, share your attention with those who cherish you. Although, internally, they wanted you all to themselves. Yes, it was selfish; however, you can’t blame your lovers for being a little protective of you. Specifically when it seems your friends don’t appear to respect your boundaries when in their company.
So for that, it’s no surprise they instantly pull you into the bedroom once you three return home. Hungry kisses are exchanged between three pairs of lips, lustful hands stripping you of your clothes and throwing you onto the bed, where they meet in seconds to feast upon you.
“Hahhh, fuck…Hmmm, yeah, lick right there, honey.”
“Mmmm…Mmahh!! Choso, your tongue—Ohh! Feels so good…”
The brunette man is lying down on his back with you straddling above him, his face and mouth buried into our folds, licking around your labia and sucking your essence that seeps out from the pleasurable motions. His hands knead the flesh of your inner thighs as you hum along to the touch. Simultaneously, you use your tongue and mouth to give pleasure to Yuki’s slit, the blonde releasing shaky moans as she rides on Choso’s length with her ass.
The tall woman peers down to watch you orally please her. She strokes your head with a pleasant hand and sends praises. “There you go, cutie,” she bites her lip. “Lick it real good.”
Her commands egg you on to keep going, using the motion of her hips to your advantage to predict how far in you can keep lapping her chasm. Your hands crawl to her waist to massage, using the leverage to keep your lips on her at all times. And to your effort, she is sighing happily at the gratification you give her. It has her rock her hips ever harder, taking in Choso’s long shaft with hunger.
The man below you grunts at the motion, stuffing his face more into your cunt to suck harshly. And you can’t help but jolt, muffled squeals vibrating to Yuki’s core — and she relishes the feeling.
“Look at you, baby,” Choso slowly licks your chasm, sending shivers up to your shoulders. “You’re all wet and ready for us, huh? So good for us,” He kisses your clit and places lazy licks, and you fight to lose your balance.
“Hmmm, yeah, so good for us…Although—mmahh,” Yuki throws her head back at Choso’s dick scraping her insides at the right places. “Can’t say you were good when we were…Hohhh..at the pub.” You bat your eyes towards her in confusion, yet your tongue and lips remain busy. “Letting those people touch you in front of us; what were you thinking?”
You remove your mouth from Yuki to explain, her slick connected to your bottom lip. But before you could utter a word, your body jerked to the sharp instance of pain on your inner thigh. Choso had bit you, licking the place his teeth sank in before throwing in another nibble. You shriek, turning to plead to the man to be easy; however, the woman grabs your head and brings it back to where it’s supposed to be. “Don’t forget about me, sweet pea,” she chuckles at your feverish laps on her wet folds. “Give me my attention…”
She moans to your work, satisfying her with the flick of your tongue on her delicate clit. She rocks her hips even faster, prompting Choso to groan and buck his pelvis to her puckered hole, and his mouth remains glued to your chasm. He then sneaks a finger to toy around your asshole, and a sharp gasp erupts from your figure when he inserts the digit inside. 
“—Khhaaa, oooohmy fuckin’—Gaaahh!” Flicks to your clitoris tag along with the push of his finger inside your ass, playing with the texture by scraping the walls. And when his tongue goes inside your vagina, you clamp onto him with vigor. Fuck, I’m so close…! “Yukiiii, pleaseee, can I cumm?”
“Aww, why should I let you,” her sweet tone distracted you from the sneaking bit of the man’s teeth on your thigh once more. “Do you deserve to cum? After letting other people touch you like you forgot you had your lovers present?” 
“Hahhhnn, I’m sorry; I—shit… didn’t mean to upset you both…Ooof!” Choso switches his finger with his thumb, pushing it to and fro inside your tight entrance. Your eyes screw shut, “Please forgive me, you two are the only ones I love…”
“You swear on that, honey?” A glint shines in her magenta orbs. 
You nod hurriedly before placing kisses on Yuki’s thighs and trailing them back to her vagina, “Yessss, I love you both so much, no one knows how to love me as you do…” Your hips sway involuntarily — not a problem for Choso, who sticks to you no matter what. “Mmmm, only you two know my mind and body, and I wouldn’t want it any other way…”
Blonde brows eyebrows screw together; fuck, you knew what to say to make Yuki fall for you all over again. Her cunt clenching on nothing but the love your words carry. Jesus, you were too much. Without a word, she gently withdraws your body from her body so she can lift her body off of Choso. She then flips you over; now you’re the one lying on your back, with the tall woman stationed behind to snake her hands to your breasts.
Choso’s pigtails have long been drawn down for his hair to fall to his nape, and strands of his walnut-colored hair stick to his forehead. Maneuvering to his knees, he examines your anticipated expression, shaky wails coming out your puffy lips as Yuki places soft kisses on your neck. She also places bites wherever her mouth can reach, her hands busy cupping your mounds, groping the mounds, and tweezing your nipples. With how hard she was sucking your skin, you’re sure there’d be hickeys when you wake up in the morning. The man strokes his dick at the sight before him, inching closer to be between your legs.
“Choso…” The way you said his name made him feel warm; the mark across his nose exuded streaks of his blood that threatened to fall. His ears and shoulders get pinker, and your breath hitches when he slaps the tip onto your saliva-coated slit. 
“Who do you belong to, Y/n?” He says it low to your ear, and you chew on your lip when he licks your lobe. His mouth travels down, leaving harsh sucks on your neck and clavicle along with Yuki. Two mouths on your body have you whimpering like a fool, so sensitive to their touch that you could wither away. “Hmm? Who loves you most, sweetie?” He comes down to your chest that’s occupied by Yuki’s worshipping hands, popping a nipple into his mouth to suck with care.
“Hahhh, you, Choso, my darling…” you sigh into the sense of his mouth licking diligently around your bud. Your face turns in Yuki’s direction, smiling at the golden-haired woman before claiming her lips. “And Yuki, my love…”
The two of you kiss slowly yet maintain the same passion you have for each other, noses brushing against each other and tongues swirling before smacking lips together. The brunette lifts his head from your chest, straightening his posture to insert his cockhead inside your vagina. You mewl into Yuki at the insertion, and it doesn’t stop as the woman slithers a hand to your clit to swipe. You break the kiss in a huff, making the blonde snicker. 
“Mmmph…Jesus Christ,” Choso trembles at the warm snug of your cunt as it accepts his length, pushing in for every inch of him to be swallowed in. When his base meets your southern lips, you hiss at how full you feel from his size. “You know how much we love you, right, baby?”
You nod to him, Yuki placing another hickey-worth kiss on your shoulder. “Your love makes me full, honey…Ohooo…!”
“And don’t forget that…” Choso snaps his hips, drilling his long dick into you and making precise hits to the walls of your chasm. You squeak beneath him, the tip of his cock poking your sweet spots with ease, and you’re gripping the sheets to keep you steady along with Yuki’s hold on you.
The blonde woman flickers her ruby eyes to Choso and beams, “You know you’re hot as hell when you’re all possessive, right?”
“Shut up,” he shushes her with a kiss, humming to her lips that reciprocate his feelings as lovers. The only noise that fills the room is your whines and wails from the hands fondling your body and the shaft plunging so far inside you that you can’t contain the ecstatic screams originating from your inner being. Good God, this felt so fucking good; being wanted and loved by these two is a sensation incomparable to anything. You want to drown in it, be immersed within it, have your senses be robbed of their very being until you fall deep into sleep in their embrace. This feels so worth it, so satisfying…
…Until you look at yourself in the mirror and find so many fucking hickeys all over your body, all the way from your neck to the grave of your thighs. This was not a sight to see after waking up, especially on the morning your friends from last night invited you over for brunch. 
Needless to say, you pulled your lovers aside and gave them an earful. The two nodded to your words, saying “Sorry…” throughout your rant as you tried to find an adequate outfit to conceal their markings, feeling a little bad that they got carried away with you last night.
All is good, in any case. Because now they know that you are theirs both in mind and body.
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gyeomsweetgyeom · 3 months ago
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[6:03 pm]
(cw: f!reader, beer is mentioned)
a/n: we're jumping a little ahead in the timeline to when Johnny and his girl are official for this one :)
The summer chapter barbecue at Nu Chi Theta was always something that the guys looked forward to. It was something that was rather intimate, brothers and close friends only. The guys would all spend a good chunk of the afternoon drinking beers, eating grilled meat and good food, while they enjoyed some of their last moments with brothers who were graduating.
Per tradition over the last few years, fratboy!Johnny was in charge of the grill, Taeyong and Doyoung were in charge of side dishes, Yuta was in charge of mixed drinks, and Jungwoo was in charge of getting drinks and plates. Those less... adept in the kitchen were put in charge of the playlist, water slide, and guest list.
Everything had been pretty laid back, good music, better conversation and an overall good time. Johnny flipped another burger and then placed another two hot dogs on the tray. From his position he could see Mark and Haechan wrestling at the end of the water slide, Jungwoo recording the two idiots, and you inside with Taeyong, Doyoung, and Sweets preparing vegetables that very likely wouldn't be touched by anyone.
Johnny smiled to himself at the sight of you so casual and so comfortable in an environment like this. If you had told him his first semester ever that the girl he had a crush on in his political science class would some day be his girlfriend, well— he'd have believed it but he wouldn't have imagined just how happy and accomplished he felt. Even six months ago he wouldn't have believed how comfortable you were in the frat house. Gone were the days of cautious steps and wide eyes as you moved through the house. Now, you probably even knew some areas of the house better than some of the brothers themselves.
He was too lost in his happy thoughts of you to even notice that you had come out the sliding glass doors. Until of course, you were pressing a kiss to his cheek and placing a tray of vegetable skewers on the table beside the grill.
Your narrowed your eyes, before you yelled, "Mark and Haechan, I will not be the one to remind you where the first aid kit is when one of you bites the other too hard! Knock it off!"
Johnny laughed, tugging you into his side as he playfully shook his head, "I tried to tell them, but you know how they are."
"Worse than animals, I swear," you tsked as you shook your head, "how's it going over here? Do you need anything? Another beer? Water?"
"No, thank you, Honeybee. You good?" Johnny asks as he presses his lips to the crown of your head.
"Mmm, a little hungry, but overall good. This is fun," he hears you reply.
Johnny starts placing the skewers onto the grill while everyone else in the house starts to come out bearing various trays and bowls of food. "I'll only be about 10 more minutes and we can start eating, will you survive that long, Honey?" Johnny asks playfully.
You shake your head with an exaggerated pout as you pop a piece of pineapple between your lips, "I don't think so."
"Oh my poor, Honey," Johnny coos as he cups your face and kisses your pouted lips.
"Not in front of the food! Come on!" You can both hear Mark yell.
"This kid," Johnny grumbles against your lips.
This year, the line for food is far more orderly and organized. Everyone gets their main dish and goes down the line to get the rest of their food. Of course, it's Mark and Haechan who go down the line first, taking two hamburgers, three hot dogs, and a fistful of chips each before trying to scramble back to the tables with their cheeks already filled with food.
You snap your fingers at them, "get over here and get something healthy on your plates. There are fruits and vegetables you need to get on your plates."
"Potato is a vegetable," Mark mumbles out through his mouthful of hot dog.
You glare at him and point at each option, "Taeyong made salad, there are vegetable skewers, there's a fruit tray, or Doyoung also made a hummus. Pick two."
"I don't wanna," Haechan pouts.
"I wasn't asking, pick two. Let's go, everyone is waiting on you guys," you state with an arched brow.
"But-" Mark tries to argue only to be interrupted by a chorus of, "Listen to Bee."
Johnny finds it hilarious that everyone after the two rascals takes a serving of something you listed, but it's even more funny when neither Mark or Haechan complain when you come around with another skewer and another serving of salad. They don't even seem to notice the extra food on their plates and continue to argue with one another, eating the food without blinking an eye.
You find your spot beside your boyfriend once more and eye him suspiciously, "I don't know why you're smiling like that, you've barely touched the grilled veggies on your plate."
He makes a big deal of taking a mouthful of said grilled vegetables and chewing them dramatically, "wow, Bee! Delicious!"
You roll your eyes but your gaze is all warmth and love as you press a kiss to his cheek, "you're annoying."
He kisses your cheek right back with a laugh. Somewhere in the back of his mind a voice asks if it's too early to wife you up... probably.
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extra a/n: I'm trying out a nickname for our fratboy!Johnny girl. Do we like Bee/Honey/Honeybee? I have also been recommended, Petal, Mom, Dream Girl, what do you guys think? help a girl out pls
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moonstruckme · 9 months ago
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hello mae! all your spooky drabbles have been amazing, you’re so talented! i was wondering if i can request a poly!marauders spooky drabble where they have a horror/slasher marathon and both reader and sirius are being insufferable trying to predict who’s the killer and remus is just being the voice of reason to all their theories and james just enabling them, asking them questions and its all fluffy?? thank you! hope you’re having a great spooky season 🎃🫶
Thank you lovely!!
cw: suggestive content
poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 821 words
“It’s that actress,” Sirius muses, voice softened the way it always gets when you play with his hair. “What’s her name?” 
“That one?” 
“Yeah.” 
“Mia Goth.” 
Sirius adjusts his head on your chest. “Right, her. She never really plays the innocent, does she?” 
“Mm, you don’t think they’re trying to trick us?” 
A door opens down the hall, and you jump a little. Sirius chuckles, giving you a squeeze where his arms are wound underneath your jumper. “Chicken.” 
James waltzes into the living room looking properly rumpled. He’d dragged Remus away as soon as your workerbee boyfriend had gotten home, sequestering him in your bedroom. 
“Our entertainment wasn’t good enough for you?” Sirius asks as he sits down. 
James lifts Sirius’ legs, shuffling underneath so he’s closer to both of you. “Remus was gone all day,” he says simply. “I missed him.” 
“I can see that,” you laugh, poking at a red mark on his neck. “Jamie, what happened here?”
“Shh.” James nestles in close to kiss the skin by your ear. “You should see the other guy.”
Remus walks in, nimble fingers buttoning his shirt, but not before you spot the half dozen hickeys scattered about his chest.
“You deviants,” Sirius gripes. You suspect he’s a tiny bit wounded at being left out of the lovefest. “Movie night is supposed to be for all of us, and now you’ve missed half the middle.” 
“The middle’s always the most predictable part anyway,” says Remus, sitting down and putting his feet on the coffee table. 
Sirius kicks at him vengefully. Remus catches his foot, casting him an unimpressed look while he presses his thumb into the ticklish spot in Sirius’ arch. Your boyfriend yelps and yanks his foot back. His fingers tighten around your middle. 
“Who are we thinking the killer is?” James picks up the bowl of kettle corn he’d abandoned on the coffee table earlier, scooping up a handful. Remus silently collects the pieces that fall onto the couch. 
One of Sirius’ hands comes out of your sweatshirt to take a piece. “Maybe Mia Goth.” 
“Ahh, I see. Who’s that?” 
“The blonde one there,” you say. 
“Oh, her.” James murmurs to Remus, “Have we seen her before?”
“Yeah, Jamie.” 
“I don’t know, I kind of wonder if it could be the mom,” you say. “You don’t usually see any real adults in these. It seems like the setup for something.” 
Remus hums. “Have any of her kids been killed?” 
You frown. “Well, yeah.” 
“I wouldn’t put my money on her, then.” 
You and Sirius exchange a look. Remus has a pretty stellar track record when it comes to guessing the killer in these films. You both want him to be wrong, but he’s likely right. 
“You never know,” says Sirius. He’s begun tracing patterns into your skin with his fingertips, phantom tattoos over your ribs. “They always have a partner in these things. Her partner could have betrayed her by killing one of the kids. Or she could be a psychopath that wants to escape the constraints of her domestic life, and this whole thing is just a way to kill off her kids without anybody suspecting her.” 
“Diabolical,” James mutters, shoving more kettle corn in his mouth. Three pieces tumble to the couch, which Remus picks up. 
“You guys always get caught up in the tropes,” Remus says. “It keeps you from seeing the logical choice.” 
Sirius frowns up at you. You pet his head. “You’re no fun,” he says to Remus.
“Oi,” Remus laughs, “I’m only trying to help you.” 
“They don’t want to know who the killer is, love,” says James, leaning his head on his boyfriend’s shoulder consolingly. “They want to shoot off theories and then be surprised by the end.” 
You and Sirius gawp. “That’s not true!” you say. 
James looks genuinely confused. “It’s not?” 
“No! Obviously we want to know who it is.” 
“That’s it.” Sirius waves them away with a sweep of his hand. “Go back to your debauchery, leave us to enjoy our film.” He snuggles close to you, leaning up to kiss the underside of your jaw. “We won’t let them spoil it for us, sweetness.” 
“Wait, no,” James laughs. “We’re sorry.”
“We won’t spoil anything,” Remus vows. He leans around James to give you a soft look, and you feel your lips tilt up unwillingly. 
Sirius regards them both coolly. “You’ll be good for the rest of the film?” 
Remus’ eyes flash with amusement, and he grabs Sirius’ foot again, the threat potent. 
“We’ll be good,” James agrees. 
You and Sirius look at each other, both pretending to deliberate whilst suppressing your grins. He’s much better at it than you are.
“All right,” he says magnanimously. “You can stay.” 
“Good. It is our flat, too, you know.” James grabs a heaping fistful of kettle corn, bringing it to his mouth. 
Several pieces overflow, falling to the couch. Remus sighs. “Honestly, James.” 
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midnightshindig · 4 months ago
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Hey👀👀 could we get some first kiss rex hc that are just emotional as hell?? Not necessarily angsty hes just feeling feelings😞🙏
Rex Splode x Reader: First Kiss
ughhhh i'm not over rex
also what the HELL Rudy
gonna deadname him forever sorry guys, not a biggot just a hater </3
hcs under the cut!
Rex is a nervous bitch
he hasnt really had a first kiss he's cared that much about since he was fourteen with Eve
and even then he was fourteen so he didn't really know how big of a deal it was
BUT this is post-lobotomy Rex
and he really likes you
and he can't mess this up
he can't "Rex it up" as Amanda lovingly put it when he begged her for help
"Pleaaase Amanda- you're a woman- kinda- you know about this romance junk!" he pressed his palms into prayer and knelt at her, shuffling towards her comedically as she rolled her eyes
"First-!" she shoved a pointed finger into his face "Don't call romance 'junk', it's annoying."
Amanda sighed a long, heavy sigh, and pinched her temple
"And two, I'm calling in reinforcements."
two hours later Rex is in his room with Mark, Eve, William, Amanda, and Rudy all piled in
Rex isn't sure why William OR Rudy are there, but he figures more the merrier
"ooookay." William starts, leaning onto his propped up knee "You've been seeing this person for how long?"
Rex swallowed his spit nervously "uhm... we've been like talking and going on dates and shit for a few weeks- uhhh..." he starts counting on his fingers before Rudy cuts him off
"Rex and Y/n have been mutually exclusive for two months and three days."
Eve's jaw goes slack "Two months?! Rex what the hell?" her scolding is teasing yet bewildered, a playful hand gesturing from its place around Mark's shoulder "Just kiss them already, why are you being a wuss?"
Rex buries his head in his hands, overwhelmed by the overlapping conversation and criticism as the room erupts into dialogue
"I JUST-" he calls out, quieting the room
"I want to make it memorable. And... special."
His face is on fire
he's blushing so hard it hurts
Okay now they HAVE to help him figure this out
so three hours of brainstorming and meticulous planning-- some light lunch and snacking-- later, Rex has a game plan
Everyone shuffles out of his room as quietly as they can, except for Eve, who tells Mark she'll catch up in just a minute
The door closes them into the same space, alone
"Oh, uh... what's up, Eve?" Rex's shoulders tensed as he took in Eve's serious expression and folded arms
She broke out in a small smile "Do you really like this person, Rex? Like you're not going to cheat and be a dick?"
He nodded a small, but intentional nod. Intimidated as fuck by his ex-girlfriend.
She responded by rushing forward and pulling him into a bone crushing hug
"oOoooo I'm so excited for you" she pulled him closer, as he slowly wrapped his arms around her in return
"Ha- Thanks, Eve. I appreciate it."
Eve pulled back and stared into his eyes intensely "Don't freak out, just be yourself, okay? I'm so happy for you, Rex."
As they separated and Eve made her way out, Rex flopped back onto his bed
He'd just received the blessing of his only true friend, this couldn't possibly go wrong.
A few days later, and you're reading in your room
a slip of paper came under the door
"Hm?" you set your book down and went to retrieve it
It was a crude drawing of the two of you-- yourself and Rex-- in the mountains?
It was hard to tell
he was not a good artist.
Regardless, you opened the door to find another piece of paper
and another
and another
all littered with doodle of the two of you, tracing through the GotG HQ to the "back door" so to speak
"Rex?" You inquired cautiously, fearful it may be a trap
"Hey!"
you flung around and caught Rex's nose in a high kick, before realizing your mistake and covering your mouth in surprise
"Ah!! Rex!! fuck- I'm so sorry!"
Rex hit the snowy floor like a crumbled piece of paper, holding his bruised nose and trying to shake it off
"iiiii'm good! I'm fine! Wuh-uhh... fuuuuck." He steadied himself by leaning onto you a little, wrapping an arm around you
You assessed the situation, thankfully not having broken his nose
"Oh Rex, I'm so sorry... and after all your hard work with those drawings.... is there anything I can do to help?"
"You can kiss it better."
The silence was thick with romantic tension, and you stared at him wide eyed while he stared back in abject horror-- at himself, not you
"No-NO! FUck- this wasn't- Ugh! Stupid- Stupid0" he groaned, sitting in the snow and leaning against the GHQ
You looked down at him, confused
He just held his bruised face in his hands "That's not how it was supposed to go."
Carefully, you sat next to him in the thick, powdery snow.
"How what was supposed to go?" you placed a loving hand on his upper arm
Rex leaned into your touch, eventually leaning his head onto your shoulder "I wanted to say all this shit about how much you mean to me- and how much of a better person I want to be for you, and all this stuff..." he pulled out snow-soggied crumpled notecards, passing the ball of paper to you as you deciphered key phrases and bullet points
He sighed again, nuzzling into your shoulder "Iwanted our firstkiss tobe special, yknow?" he looked up at you with the saddest eyes, obviously welling with tears "You deserve that much."
Now it was your turn to blush so hard it hurt
or maybe it was the cold.
"R-Rex- I don't... I mean..."
the longer you trailed off the louder the thumping in Rex's chest got
eventually, though, you spit it out
With a warm affect "Rex, you're so perfect."
and you leaned down, kissing his lips gently
He reacted swiftly, bringing his hand to your cheek, warmth bringing solace and comfort to the bitter cold threatening to permeate your layers the longer the two of you sat in the snow.
The kiss lasted what felt like forever
but in reality it was maybe three minutes
You noticed Rex opening and closing his eyes, to check if you were still there
When you finally had to part lips, Rex sifted himself up to be level with you, allowing him to wrap an arm around your shoulder and pull your head to his chest
"I really like you, Y/n. And I want to be a good guy for you."
"You are a good guy, you're the best guy I could ask for."
"No. I'm not. But don't worry, babe." his humorous tone crept back into the serious situation, easing the tension a little
"I'm going to be."
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zoswriting · 2 months ago
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✦ kisses.
⤷ synopsis : that one trend where the guys have lipstick marks all over them, but shoto encourages it.
⤷ a/n : hell season, aka exam season, is finally over (it’s been over for a month). you’d think that in my newfound free time, i’d be writing more. cue the incorrect buzzer noise. i’ve been writing this for literally three weeks.
⤷ warnings : fluff, something short (it’s never short when it comes to me) just because i haven’t posted in two months (insanity, i know), cute lil pet names, all in all, it’s just really domestic.
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despite being a 24 year old man with a massive public appeal, shoto almost never uses social media. in fact, he barely even knew of tiktok before high school, and even then, he didn’t download it.
and then you came along and convinced him to download tiktok, instagram, snapchat, the lot, and how can he refuse when you even gave him a kiss to persuade him further?
so he caved.
and it wasn’t the worst decision he’s made, either. he downloaded every social media app known to man, keeping all his usernames somewhat inconspicuous. he knows how social media works, he’s not that dense, and he knows he’ll probably be flooded with follow requests and all sorts. he’s seen it first hand with you.
now, he actually understands what people are saying half the time, and he now understands that they’re all references to certain videos, and not complete nonsense. he’s even caught up on a lot of trends. but there’s one in particular that he really, really wants to recreate.
the video on his phone starts playing, showing a girl putting on lipstick when it stops following the path of her lips, and ends up on the corner of her mouth. a hand comes into frame, gently wiping it away, and then the camera pans to the girl’s significant other, covered in kiss marks and looking at her so sweetly it could give someone diabetes.
“you wanna do that?” you ask, honestly a little surprised. shoto’s never really been someone to actually want to do trends, but the minute you ask the question, he’s already nodding his head vigorously. he takes his phone back and puts it on the nightstand, sitting a little closer to you.
“can we? please?” he pleads, acting like a little puppy. you laugh, far too amused and nod, gesturing over to your vanity on the other side of your bedroom.
“go get my lipstick, then,” you sigh, having officially given in—how could you not when he’s quite literally begging?—and he’s quick to get off the bed and immediately make his way over to your vanity, looking around to find your lipstick. you don’t really wear it often, you’re more of a lip gloss or oil kind of girl, but he loves when you wear lipstick, mainly because it leaves a mark on him when you kiss him. that’s really the only reason he wants to do this trend. he comes back with said lipstick in hand and gives it to you. you uncap it, rolling your eyes at his eagerness, and then start applying it to your lips.
“you’re just using this as an excuse to get me to kiss you,” you muse, and he doesn’t deny it.
“and if i am?” he raises an eyebrow.
“hey, i didn’t say there was anything wrong with that.”
“so stop stalling and kiss me.”
so you do. you kiss his cheek first, in a few different places so there’s kiss marks all over. you reapply the lipstick every so often so the colour is still visible, and then you move onto his other cheek. and then his forehead. and then his nose. and then his lips, which he grins at almost immediately, like he was waiting for your lips to be on his.
you pull back, looking at your piece of art, and there’s a couple of areas that you feel are a little too sparse for your liking. you add a couple more kisses here and there, and then you kiss his scar, just under his eye. you go over that particular kiss a little with your lipstick, just to highlight it, because to you, that’s your favourite part of him. you also kiss his hand, just because he’s gonna be wiping lipstick away from your lip for the trend, and you think it’ll just look better.
“good?” you ask, and he takes his phone and opens the camera to look at what you’ve done. he smiles instantly when he sees the sight of your little creation, and within seconds he’s already flushed, not just from the pinkish shade of your lipstick.
“perfect,” he mumbles, turning to you and he just kind of stares at you for a moment, caught in a lovestruck daze. you are too, and there’s a part of you that feels far too satisfied than you should be to see evidence of your lips on his. he opens his phone again and goes back to the video, tapping on the sound to start recording without him having to find it again. he hands his phone to you, planning to have you hold it in your free hand whilst you put on the lipstick.
you start recording, applying your lipstick just like you normally would before you deliberately have it go off track from your lips. you put it down, and then his hand—that you covered in kisses—comes into frame to gently wipe away the corner of your mouth. you pan the camera over to him to reveal the kiss-struck mess he’s transformed into, the world’s softest, prettiest, dazed smile on his lips. his hand wiping your mouth snakes around to the back of your head, pulling you in. this was not planned, and for a second you’re about to ask him what he’s doing, but then you’re pulled into a kiss. it’s soft, sweet, gentle, everything you love with his kisses. soon enough, the recording stops and the finished video is just playing over and over again on repeat, but neither of you notice, too lost in the moment to even care.
you find out later that he ended up posting it—surprising, because he was adamant on making sure his account is kept a secret. that same account now has hundreds of thousands of followers in less than a day, with only one video posted; the video that proved to everyone you’re his, and he’s yours, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
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ambiguous-avery · 6 months ago
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When He Slides In...
Dean Winchester x fem!Reader/You | WC: 2768
Summary: ...And says “Fuck, I missed you.” After a hookup with the (in)famous Dean Winchester, you figured that would be the end of it. Too bad you could never seem to get him out of your mind. People always told you that you got attached too easily. And they were right. You were just another notch in his belt. He couldn’t possibly remember you...
Tags/Warnings: Smut 18+ MDNI, no use of Y/N, she/her pronouns, femme nicknames (sweetheart, pretty girl), reader is AFAB, oral (f receiving), P in V sex, PWP (Plot? What plot?), pining, pure filth because I have no chill, no beta we die like men
A/N: This has been sitting in my drafts for far too long. This was the title of an audio I listened to, and the line lives in my head rent-free. Plus I figured this would be a great birthday gift for our one and only boy!
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The first time you met the Winchesters – and subsequently ended up beneath the eldest – was when you had called for some back up with a vampire nest you had found in a rural town in South Dakota. It was a routine hunt, but the nest had taken up residence on a farm with far too many places to be ambushed from. Thankfully, there was enough practiced experience between the three of you that the hunt only left you with several bruised ribs, Dean with a too-close-for-comfort almost bite, and Sam with a bloody gash cutting across his cheek. All in all, it could’ve been much worse. You had joined the two of them at a bar in town, eager to take a well-deserved moment of reprieve. And you left the bar with Dean. Just Dean.
After you parted ways, you fully accepted that it would be a one night stand, and your paths would never cross again.
Fate had different plans for you.
It was a standard haunted house case that pulled you to a small town in the middle of bumfuck, Iowa. Something something father killed his family when he was discovered having an affair before turning the weapon onto himself. And now he was killing other cheaters in the town. You’d have been tempted to leave him be – was he really doing harm by getting rid of those kinds of people? – if it weren’t for the fact that he would go after the affair partner as well who wasn’t always aware of just who they had gotten in bed with. It was a cut and dry case. Except you couldn’t find where the damn body had been buried, so you were having a hell of a time salting and burning the bones. The extended family had been so ashamed of what their son had done that they had buried him in an unmarked grave on the outskirts of town. 
You had just about hit the end of your rope when two very familiar Winchester boys rolled into town in a sleek Impala that purred like a kitten. And there he was. The one and only Dean Winchester, all swagger and bravado, and fuck, had he gotten hotter? Seriously, God hadn’t played around when chiseling him from marble.
“Hey, sweetheart, long time no see.” He grinned at you, his voice rumbling. 
Leave it to the grave-desecration-brothers to pinpoint where the cheater had been buried. It took several hours in the library pouring over a convoluted family tree before the three of you eventually found a living descendant and another hour talking with her and convincing her to let you guys go through old family books she had stored in her attic. Cheater’s sister happened to jot down which grave was his in her diary. Bleeding heart saved the day. You had ‘cheers’ed to that before knocking back your beer and excusing yourself from the bar with Dean in tow. 
Despite the long span of time you had spent apart, Dean was still familiar to you. The way his lips felt as he kissed you. The way your body seemed to slot against his just right. You couldn’t forget how he felt. Not when every touch of his had seared your skin and left imprints in its wake. Dean had ruined you for anyone else. Because he didn’t just leave his marks on your body. He had carved out a piece of your heart and taken it, leaving a hole in it that ached with every beat. Dean was a heartbreaker, and you were just another name on a long list of casualties. But you were on that list, and you lied to yourself, convinced yourself that it was good enough for you. 
“Dean,” you sighed against his lips, looking up at him through half-lidded eyes.
“Glad you didn’t forget me, sweetheart,” he said quietly, kissing you again. You could never forget him. Could never forget the way his hands felt as they teased at the hem of your shirt before sliding up your side. Could never forget the scent of leather and bourbon and cedar that encompassed him. Could never forget the way he looked at you and you let yourself believe just for a fleeting moment that maybe, maybe, you were something more than a hookup in his eyes. Dean’s touch was a flame, and he was going to kindle your entire world to ashes. And as long as he kept looking at you like that, you would let him. Over and over and over again. 
He trailed kisses along your cheek, across your jaw, and further down the side of your neck. His lips left your skin just long enough to slide your shirt over your head and make quick work of the clasp of your bra. He sucked a bruise just below your collarbone then soothed it with his tongue before dipping lower. Dean was attentive, leaving no part of you physically untouched but all of you still wanting. His nose dragged between the valley of your breasts, leaving another mark there. 
“You’re gorgeous; I hope you know that, sweetheart,” he murmured, and your response died in your throat as he sucked a nipple into his mouth, toying with it with his tongue.
There was so much you couldn’t say. Couldn’t tell him how much more you wanted from him. It was silly. You barely knew him in the bedroom and even less outside of it. But there was an undeniable spark between the two of you that you couldn’t shake. An unspoken pull. Something that kept the two of you in the other’s orbit. You were doubtful Dean felt it. It was just you and your silly little heart looking for anything to quell the loneliness that threatened to consume you. 
Dean moved lower, deftly ridding you of the last of your clothing so you were bare for him. And then his mouth was on you, stubble scratching lightly, and all thoughts were wiped from your mind in an instant. His fingers dug into your thighs, all lips and tongue on your clit and folds and fu-uck. You carded your fingers in his short hair, nails scratching against his scalp. He groaned, a low and guttural sound that sent vibrations through your core, and your answering cry was breathless, fingers scrabbling for purchase on his head or the bed sheets or anywhere. The sigh you let out when he slid a finger in you must’ve unraveled some of his self control because a second one joined it none too soon. He curled them, and your back arched.
 If you could form coherent thoughts, you might have had the wherewithal to wonder about when or where or how he learned his talents. But such wasn’t the case as everything tightened. Your tension collapsed into a litany of moans and gasps, and Dean was a solid presence between your legs. He was a maestro, and you were his instrument. He plucked at your strings until you came shuddering around his fingers, your nails biting into his skin. He coaxed you through your release, gently sucking and keeping a steadying hand on your leg. Your head fell back against the pillow, chest heaving. There were too many words that threatened to be the next to spill from you, so instead, you pulled Dean up by the hair and put every word you wanted to say to him in a kiss. It was deep and longing and you tried so hard to tell him just how lucky you felt that you got him for the night with it. If that’s all you ever got of him, it would be enough. It wouldn’t really, but you could delude yourself long enough to convince him.
He met your passion, one hand tangling in your locks and the other slipping beneath you to press against your lower back to provide counterpressure as he rolled his hips against yours. Your jaw went slack as you felt the length of him pressed against you, hot and heavy and hard beneath his jeans. You tugged at his shirt, desperate to get more skin to skin contact. Gasoline coursed through your veins, and if Dean didn’t set you ablaze this very instant, you were sure you would spontaneously combust. Thankfully, Dean was a smart man. He picked up on your desperate plea and stripped out of his shirt before briefly standing up to strip out of the rest of his clothes. 
As he looked down at you, his green eyes met yours, and you could see him searching for something. Acceptance? Approval? Adoration? All three? You’d give him all of those. Whatever it was, you could only hope that he found it as you looked up at him, sprawled out on the bed and propped up on your elbows. You took your time taking him in. The cut of his jaw. The broad expanse of his shoulders. The tattoo that sat just above his left pec. Your gaze dropped lower, and you couldn’t help but bite your lower lip before dragging your eyes back up to his again.
“Are you waiting for an invitation?” you ask, a sly smile tugging at the edge of your lips.
Dean pounced. He yanked you into a kiss, messy and primal, crushing you into the bed with his weight. You responded in kind by dragging your nails down the length of his back, needing to leave a mark of your own on him so maybe he’d remember you for more than a fleeting night. Dean groaned low in his throat, the sound ringing in your ears. There were no barriers left between you two, and you arched your body up into his, looking for all the contact you could possibly find. His hand dropped down to your ass and pulled you against him, his cock frotting against the junction of your hip. You raked your fingers in his hair and pulled it, pressing your mouth to the side of his neck and biting and sucking there until Dean was cursing under his breath.
“Hold on, sweetheart,” Dean bit out. You released him, eyes locked onto the angry red mark you had left. He fumbled with his discarded pants for a brief moment before pulling a condom from the pocket. 
“Smart man... smarter than me." 
It was good that he had his wits about him because you were more than ready to throw caution to the wind. You were a hunter. You risked your life every day. What was one more risk? You knew you’d be thankful when your brain wasn’t drowning in lust, though. He rolled the condom over himself before kneeling between your legs again. He grabbed the backs of your knees and spread your legs wide, lifting your ass off the bed before settling it on his thighs. Dean took a moment to guide his cock into place. His gaze met yours again, waiting and pleading. You gave him a subtle nod.
Dean rolled his hips, sinking into you with slow thrusts. You audibly sighed as he bottomed out.
“Fuck, I missed you.” He said your name, reverent and sincere. He said your name. Not sweetheart. Not baby. Not some nickname he probably used to mask the fact that he forgot the name of the woman under him. Your name. You whimpered.
“Dean... I missed you too,” you admitted. But he didn’t understand the depths of your words. He couldn’t. He kept a hand on your knee, keeping you splayed open for him. You braced a hand on the headboard and turned your face aside, biting the knuckle of one of your fingers and panting into it.
“No, no, pretty girl. Keep your eyes on me,” he said, leaning forward to grab your chin and guide your eyes back to him. The shift caused him to sink just a little deeper into you. You squeaked when your eyes met green ones. There, behind the lust and desire, there was Dean. And for a moment, you could see the vulnerability there. The lonely man who wanted to be needed. Needed to be wanted. 
“Move, Dean. I need you.”
And that’s all it took. Dean surrendered to what felt good and snapped his hips, pounding into you, thrilling at the way you moaned and moved with him and accepted every aggressive stroke like you were made for it. He lowered his body and leaned forward onto his hands so he could drive himself deeper into you. His hands found yours, and you entwined your fingers with his. He pinned you to the mattress, caging you beneath him. You shouted in response, your legs clenching against Dean’s sides and the drag of his cock setting every nerve alight. 
“There you go, pretty girl. You can take it. You can take me. I know you can.” His words were fuel for the inferno that threatened to devour you. You were trembling. Aching. He was the musician; your body was the instrument. You were a violin string. You were tuned too tight. You were breaking.
Your groans and cries turned to fervent whimpers, and you fought against his hold as your release danced just beyond your reach. Your eyes fluttered shut, and Dean clicked his tongue, commanding your attention. You stared up at him, eyes wide and bright, drinking in the sight of him as though it would be your last.
“Please,” you begged. Your voice sounded so utterly wrecked in your own ears, but you didn’t care. You had abandoned your dignity long ago. “Dean, please. Need more.”
“I’ve got you, sweetheart.” He let go of one of your hands, and his thumb found your clit, drawing tight circles around it. “Come on, pretty girl. Need you to come on my cock.” His breaths mingled with yours, and your answering cry was high and thready as you lost yourself in him. Your voice, so needy and desperate, must’ve been enough to be Dean’s undoing because the hand holding yours tightened as he rutted into you until he came in hot, throbbing pulses that sucked the energy out of the rest of his body. You clenched around him, and he let out a strangled groan as his whole body shuddered above you.
He pressed his forehead against yours, brushing stray hairs out of your face with his free hand. His other still clasped yours tightly, fingers still laced together. You leaned up to kiss him, and your lips met in a tender way. An unburdened, unhurried kiss. A kiss for the sake of kissing.  You could’ve stayed like that forever, but all too soon, Dean broke the kiss and peeled himself off of you, his hand leaving yours. He stood, moving to discard the condom before grabbing a towel from the bathroom. You sat up, watching his retreating back and taking pride in the red lines your nails had left in their wake. You could only hope he would remember you.
When he returned with a damp washcloth, he coaxed you back against the pillow as he wiped the sweat from your brow, muttering sweet nothings all the while. There was silence between you for a long while, and you realized too late that your time with him was coming to an end. He had set you aflame, and now you would have to find a way to rebuild. But you’d do it all again if Dean asked it of you. But when he spoke, you hadn’t expected the words that came out of his mouth.
“Do you maybe wanna... you know... stay?” he asked quietly. “For the night,” he added. You swallowed.
“Um... isn’t Sam due back sometime... soon?” Why were you making excuses? This opportunity didn’t even show up in your dreams. Dean wet his lips, not quite meeting your gaze.
“Well... not to be presumptuous or anything... but I might have told him to get his own room for the night.”
“Oh.” Oh. He had planned on you staying with him? You were done for. 
“Yeah... Uh, nevermind. You don’t have to. You’ve probably got somewhere better–”
“I’d love to stay,” you blurted out. “With you,” you clarified, as if it weren’t obvious. The smile that split across Dean’s face was blinding, and it became your new life’s mission to do whatever it took to see it directed your way time and time again.
“How about I order us some food? We can watch a movie and cuddle?” And really, you were only human. A request like that from Dean Winchester was as easy to fulfill as breathing.
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⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪mark lee, ever the stickler, has set himself a list of rules to follow until he obtains his degree and he’s had no problem sticking to it. but alas, rules are meant to be broken and mark isn’t as disciplined as he prides himself in being. especially when you smile at him like that.
pairing: student!mark x fem!reader genre: college au, fluff, very light angst, kinda slice of life, strangers to lovers word count: 11k hehe warnings: swearing, not proofread, mark is a little insufferable, reader is referred to as she/her, small food mention, they kiss but its nothing spicy, reader cries but its nothing too angsty, i'm projecting my feelings for mark here, i wrote this in 5 days
mani's notes: thank you @1ntaks for beta reading and encouraging mark delulu hours. you'll be the witness at our wedding
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Ah, yes. The university library where it reeks of dread and stale paper. You thought you were the only idiot who would step foot in this place on a Friday, but you’re quickly surprised by the lack of empty tables on all three floors. Shouldn’t these people be at home preparing for the absolute ragers someone must have planned for the night? Nerds. 
You’re about to call it quits and kiss your research paper goodbye until you spot him. On the very top floor of this god forsaken library, sits a boy at one of the tables near the window. Black framed glasses are perched on his nose bridge and his equally black hair sticking up in all sorts of places. Notebooks, textbooks, and loose papers lay spread across the table as the boy goes to absolute town on writing whatever he’s working on on a piece of paper. You know that face. Of course you know that face – it’s fucking Mark Lee. 
Well, you kinda know him through the giggles and whispers that bubble up from others as they spot him on campus. He’s a total hit with the babes, but you’ve never seen Mark react to any of it. The boy is always power walking to his next destination with his lips pursed and dumb, wired earphones in. Even when someone shouts his name, loud enough to pierce through whatever song he had blasted, he’ll just look up at the source and give a nod. Never one to stop and chit-chat. Pretty interesting guy, you think. 
Knowing all this, you can tell just exactly how focused he is and start to feel bad for what you’re about to do, but he’s the only one with a table to himself, meaning he’s got extra space. “Hey,” you start off once you’re close enough. The boy's head snaps up quickly to the sound, eyes widening at the intruder (you). “I’m sorry to bother you, but you’re the only one with space at a table right now… Is it okay if I sit here with you?”
He looks around, scanning his surroundings to find that you weren’t lying. Groups of 3-4 students were huddled at each table, leaving him all alone at a place meant to seat five. “Oh, uh…” he mumbles, moving his things to create some space for you. “Sure, no problem.” 
You smile at him in thanks, pulling out a chair and taking a seat diagonal to him. He’s quick to go back to whatever he was doing, looking back down at his notes and continuing to write. “I’m Y/N,” you introduce yourself, unzipping your bag to pull out your own notes. He tries his absolute best to hold back a groan, but he just lost his whole flow so he has no choice but to deadpan back at you. 
“Mark” he states simply and you’re still beaming at him despite the sour look on his face. 
The loud sound of your laptop turning on causes his eye to twitch, but you pay no mind. “Thanks for letting me sit here, Mark! I promise I won’t bother you too much.” Mark gives you nothing but a grimace in response, hoping you stick to your word. He was just on a roll before you arrived, nearly ripping his pen through his notebook paper with how intensely he was writing and now he feels like he has to take 20 deep breaths before getting back into it. And surely enough, he does.
Only a handful of minutes go by before he starts to catch your movements out of the corner of his eye. You really haven’t said a word to him, but you’re the type of student who’ll work for maybe 15 minutes, then take an even longer break. He wants to bang his head against the wall everytime you begin to fidget with your phone or click your pen over and over, or lean back in your chair and sigh, but he doesn’t. Even if Mark has a whole system for studying and you just ruined it, he’s not a bitch! 
It’s not until your 3rd break in the hour do you speak up. “I’ll be right back,” you tell him. Moving to stand up, Mark's eyes follow your movements. “Don’t move!” 
Tell that to yourself, he wants to reply. Instead, he opts for a nod of the head and an “okay.” Taking it as a sign, Mark gets back to work quickly. If he’s lucky, he’ll get through at least three modules before you come back and disturb the peace again. Now, that’s a little mean. You’re not even doing that much to bother him, but remember Mark Lee’s got his own system and rules to follow in order to keep himself on track. He’s so self-disciplined that it’s never failed him and he’d like to keep it that way, even if today kind of threw a wrench in his plans. Mark is normally always studying alone with no one even daring to approach him. His own friends are always welcomed, of course, but they never last long at Mark’s table with the way he stares them down whenever they start non-academic discussions. He doesn’t mind, though. Actually, he likes the fact that his friends respect him and his ways enough to know their limits. 
He doesn’t hear you come back, until you slide a pack of crackers towards him. You say nothing as you move the snack across the table, giving him a sweet smile that he just can’t return. “There’s no eating in the library, Y/N.” 
“So,” you shrug, plopping back into your seat. “No offense Mark, but you’re telling me you won’t break the rules for some ol’ processed fuel for the brain?” The crinkling sound of the package opening causes Mark’s eyes to blow wide once again. He turns his head fast to look around, making sure that no one bears witness to you munching on a contraband that could lead him to getting kicked out. Or worse – BANNED. 
“There’s rules for a reason,” he chides at you, whispering so others don’t hear you breaking the law. 
You roll your eyes at how frigid he’s being and turn back to your essay in front of you. The snack was just what you needed to go on. “Whatever, but I’m just saying” you wave a hand at the boy. “I spent a dollar fifty on you because I heard your stomach screaming from across the table.” Mark’s mouth opens to counter your remark, but is silenced by the rumbling feeling in his stomach. You heard it too, of course. Having heard it the whole time you’ve been sat here. 
The way his body has betrayed him leaves Mark no choice but to silently open the snack under the table. Out of the corner of your eye, you catch him looking around frantically before shoving a cracker in his mouth. 
Mark Lee’s guide to being better than everyone: rule #4 I know you’re a broke college student, but stay away from processed food as much as you can. 
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You run into Mark again a few times after that day in the library. Just in passing on campus and at the coffee shop nearby, but there was never enough time for you to have a chat with him. Whenever you lock eyes with the dark haired boy, you give him your best smile and a big wave hello. Mark returns every single greeting with his own tight lipped smile and a raise of a hand before quickly looking away and continuing his business. A few passerby’s give you two a look, because no way Mark Lee just acknowledged someone. The reality is that Mark thinks you’re causing a scene with the way you’re obnoxiously waving at him and he just wants you to stop. You were hoping to see him again with enough time to actually talk to the guy. The only interaction you have with him can’t be him scolding you for buying him a snack and eating it in the library. 
That moment finally comes when you spot Mark sitting right in the middle of the quad. He’s sat criss crossed on the grass, posture straight as he stares ahead almost as if he’s meditating in the middle of campus? What an odd dude. 
You make your way over to him anyway, deciding that he needs a buddy to meditate with. “Hi Mark,” you greet, sitting cross legged next to him. He barely moves to see who has infiltrated his space, knowing only one person who’d do such a thing. “How’s it going?”
“It’s going alright,” Mark lets out a long sigh, rubbing a hand over his face. Everything he had been trying to let go in the middle of this field starts to bubble up in a rant and it catches you off guard with the way this is the most you’ve ever heard Mark speak, but you listen intently anyway. “I swear, I swear! I packed my bag the night before like I always do, but when I got to my first class I couldn’t find my damn highlighters anywhere! Like who the freak forgets a whole 10 pack of mildliner highlighters?” You can’t help the grin that forms on your face as the boy continues to ramble on and on, some you can’t even make out because he’s drifting off to mumble to himself under his breath. “And it’s not like I could go back home to get them either, like I’m the idiot who decided to live off campus so I have like NO TIME to go and get them. I just had to sit in 3 back to back classes with no highlighters.” 
Mark Lee’s guide to being better than everyone: rule #6 make sure everything you need for the next day is packed the night before.
Mark could have gone and gotten them during this break of his, but he felt so utterly defeated. And when Mark feels like this, he just doesn’t know what to do with himself other than sit someplace and stare – which is exactly what he was doing before you showed up. “I just can’t continue my day like this,” he sighs dramatically. “But I have 2 more classes before I can call it a day.” 
He’s so weird and so dramatic for no reason. But you decide to put him out of his misery anyway, given recent events you just had (your last class). “Mildliner you say?” you hint, pulling out a yellow and a green highlighter from your pocket before handing it out to him. “It’s not a whole 10 pack, but it’s something to talk you off the ledge.” 
You watch as Mark eyes fleet between the pens in your hands and your face with a confused, yet suspicious look on his face. “I can’t take these from you. Don’t you have classes, too?” 
“Nope! I’m done for the day,” you shake your head, happily. “And they’re not mine, either. I found them on an empty desk in my last lecture so I just took them.” Mark continues to stare, deadpanning at you just like he did in the library a week before. 
“First you eat in the library when you’re not supposed to,” he counts his fingers, scoffing. “Then you take someone’s highlighters? So you’re a criminal…” 
It’s your turn to scoff, shoving the pens in the breast pocket of Mark’s jacket with a frown on your face. “I didn’t steal anything because nobody was there, Mark! Imagine how lonely they felt just being left there?!” 
Mark can’t help the way the corners of his lip turn up at the sight of you pouting and spewing ridiculous nonsense about inanimate objects, but still points a finger at you. “I’ve had two whole conversations with you starting now and both times it’s you convincing me that rules don’t exist.” 
“That’s not how you say ‘thank you’, Mark Lee,” swatting his finger out of your face, you cross your arms over your chest and cock an eyebrow. 
“I’m not thanking a thief,” he tsks, then lets out a light breath. “But considering how you saved those two lonely pens, thank you.” The small smile on the boy's face is enough to have you gushing. Standing up from your spot on the grass, you brush off any remnants from your pants and stick out a hand for him to take. 
“Come on, get up” you smile at him. He takes your hand in his and you help to lift him off the ground with a groan, to which Mark scowls at. “When’s your next class? I’ll walk you!” 
Checking the time on his watch, he informs you that his next class is pretty soon and you give him a tug to start moving. “Why are you gonna walk me? You don’t have to.” 
You ignore him and he seems to be ignoring himself too with the way he’s following at your side. He rolls his head back to loosen his neck and shoves his hands in his jacket pockets as he walks with you. “Because that’s what friends are for, Mark!” you sing. “I don’t just give away free pens or spend a dollar fifty on vending machine crackers for just anyone, you know.” 
“One, they’re not yours” he corrects, giving you a side eye. “Two, I never asked you to feed me. And three, no offense, but we don’t even know each other.” 
“Hmm, true!” you hum in agreement, turning to look at his side profile. He turns his head slightly to look at you too and he can’t help but feel a little scared with the way a fire burns behind your eyes. “But I would like to get to know you more! You seem like a cool guy with your head screwed on kinda straight and I like how you’re always so focused. I need more hardworking friends like you.” 
Seeing his lecture building come into view, Mark lets out a little sigh of relief. This moment is about to get awkward and he’s thankful that he’s reached the end of your walk together. “Look, Y/N” he starts, and if he wasn’t such a Leo – so headstrong, the way you’re looking at him with hope filled eyes and chest swelled with pride almost had the words die in his throat. “I-I don’t know if you know this about me, but I’m really trying hard to work towards graduation.” 
“Oh, I know” you cut him off. The interruption stops him for a little, giving you a look before continuing on. 
“And while you seem like a nice girl, I don’t have time for a relationship right now.” 
Tilting you head to the side a little, you wear a confused smile on your face. “I’m not looking to date you either, Mark. I just wanna be your friend.” He shuffles on his feet slightly in front of you, adjusting the straps of his backpack higher on his shoulders. 
“I’m sorry, but the friends I have now are good enough for me” he gives you a smile, an awkward one that lets you know that he just wants this conversation to be over. “I barely have time to see them and when I do, they already keep me on my toes as it is.” 
“Oh…” With the way Mark is fidgeting in front of you, looking around at literally anything but you, you decide to let the protests die down. “Okay, Mark. I’m sorry if I stepped over a line.” You give Mark your best smile, like you always do, and gesture for him to enter his lecture building. “But thank you for letting me walk you. I won’t bother you anymore.” 
“Thank you, Y/N” he replies, looking down at his feet before walking into the building.
Settling in his unassigned, assigned seat at the front of the lecture hall, Mark plucks the two highlighters you had given him earlier out of his jacket pocket and places them gently on his desk. It definitely isn’t his 10 pack, but it’s the most at peace he’s felt all day. Mark is brought back to that day in the library. Those same words, “I won’t bother you” that you had promised to him, only for you to in fact, bother him. He has a feeling that it will happen again, but can’t dwell on it for long because he’s picturing him leaving you there by yourself as you wave goodbye to him. Not above and in the air like you had done before in passing, but a small, almost shy one with a meek expression on your face. 
He decides not to think about it. 
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Mark hasn’t seen you in four days. 
It really doesn’t bother him, like, it really doesn’t even if he’s been going about his days wondering if you’ll greet him as you always do from across the way. He just REALLY needs to return the highlighters to you as he’s been reunited with his full 10 pack ever since that day, swearing to never forget them again. 
Okay, honestly, Mark thinks he was really mean to you after you walked him to class and he wants to say sorry. Also, thanks to Chenle who scolded the boy after he spilled his guts to his friend about his day with a sour look on his face. 
“She bought you a snack, gave you highlighters for free, and walked you to class and you don’t even wanna be her friend?!” he had shrieked, standing to his full height with hands on his hips. “You are SO rude, I can’t even – who raised you?!” 
Safe to say that Mark’s day did not get better after that, walking around with a permanent pout on his face as he thought about it. If he were to be so real right now, Mark would actually be the first one to spot you before you see him. After that first day in the library, for some reason, whenever he’d lift his gaze from the ground in front of him, they’d automatically zero in on your form. Those bright eyes weren’t hard to miss at all. Anyways, you had always been by yourself during those times. I mean, who would wanna be around someone who talks to the birds with a serious look on her face? Whether you were sitting somewhere in silence, staring off into space, or standing a full five minutes in front of the coffee shop menu in deep contemplation before pulling out your phone to ask Siri to flip a coin before you ordered, you were alone. 
Mark was weird, but so were you. Not that he cared as a very self aware man. He knew he had odd tendencies, he knew he could be difficult to talk to or be around, but it was all the more special when someone took the time to actually try. Might as well be weird together, right? As desperate as he was to find you, he wasn’t going to try that hard. You’ll pop up eventually. But by the fourth day, Mark had started to grow agitated. Eyes flicking around the campus a lot more than usual and taking different routes to his classes in hopes of spotting you, only to fail. Until he decided to relax his nerves with some good ol’ study time because nothing like using your brain on max power! 
Just like you had first found him before, there you were, sitting in the crowded library at a table by yourself. Your whole demeanor was opposite of Mark as you leaned back in your chair, legs outstretched under the table as you typed away on your laptop with huge headphones over your ears. Despite how fast your fingers flew across your keyboard, you looked so relaxed with your lips turned up in a small smile. He wonders what you’re thinking about. 
“Oh well,” Haechan sighs, a sarcastic tone laced in his voice. Mark decided to drag Haechan with him to the library today to basically force and beg the boy to finish his seven late assignments. “We really tried our best, Markie. Let’s go get a sweet treat to reward our efforts!” 
All Mark can do is roll his eyes at his best friend, knowing how hard he fought to not come here with him. Literally whined and complained the whole time while dragging his feet on the way to success. Mark really did try his best, giving Haechan a motivational speech about how he could do it and he was there to help him, but seeing you right there when he needed to, Haechan can go fail for all he cares. “Actually, I’m gonna stay,” he declares, turning to look at Haechan with a shrug. “I see someone I know so I’m gonna go sit with them.” 
“You know people?” Haechan gasps, bringing a hand up to his mouth in surprise. Mark shoves him by the shoulder in response, groaning. 
“Shut up!” he chides, using force to physically turn Haechan’s body towards the library exit. “I was gonna invite you to join us, but you can leave, like actually.” Haechan lets Mark manhandle him, complying with taking his happy ass out of the library as he laughs. As Mark watches Haechan wave goodbye to him, he exhales deeply, cheeks puffed to calm himself before turning back towards your direction. With each step he takes closer to you, he gives himself a little pep talk in his head and goes over everything he needs to do. First, ask to sit with you. Second, give you back your highlighters. Third, apologize for how mean he was to you four days ago. Fourth, calculus homework. Light work.
Seeing his form loom over you, you look up in surprise with your eyes wide. You quickly straighten your back and lift one side of your headphones off your ears. When you smile at Mark, even with confusion knitted between your brows, he feels a sense of ease wash over him. “Hi,” he breathes. “Is it okay if I sit with you?” Step one: CLEARED!
You say nothing, nodding at the boy with that smile on your face still. After gesturing at the seat in front of you for him to take, you avert your eyes back to your screen and adjust your headphones back into its place. Mark gladly pulls out his chair, taking his backpack off to unpack his things. Even with all the bustling movements in front of you, not once do you look up or attempt to make conversation as he settles in and Mark doesn’t know what to do next. You’re like, actually locked in, a big difference compared to when you two were first sat in this library. He guesses he could move step 4 to step 2 and complete some of his assignments before resuming with the plan. Wake his brain up a little bit, you know?
Ten minutes in and you still haven’t said a word. Still haven’t even taken a glance at him and Mark is officially bothered. He’s been working on the same problem this whole time, unable to move past the third step to solve it. He taps the end of his pencil against his notebook a few times, leg bouncing frantically, before ultimately letting the stick fall out of his hand with a sigh. Leaning back in his seat, Mark stretches his neck from side to side to relieve some tension before letting it completely fall slack, chin against his chest with his arms crossed. Back to the tapping, his pointed finger beats against his arm as he thinks about how to break the ice. When he lifts his gaze to discreetly look at you, you’re still not paying any attention to him in clear agony. His bag sits in the chair next to him, the front pockets zipper open and he sees the two highlighters you had given him. He could just slide them across the table to you in order to get your attention, but would that be enough to start a conversation? What if you just don’t accept them or throw them back in his face? Well, you let him sit here with you so he couldn’t have messed up that bad… Okay, but what if– 
Marks inner monologue was cut short when he catches your movements out of the corner of his eye. You’ve finally taken your headphones off and stretched your arms above your head. Now’s his chance, get the plan back on track. “I wanna be friends!” he blurts out, stopping you mid stretch. His outburst was pretty loud for the quiet atmosphere of the library, catching the attention of a few students nearby. Mortified, Mark feels his whole face heat up and slouches lower in his seat. He scolds himself under his breath as he places both hands on his head, lowering the brim of the hat he was sporting over his eyes. You can’t help but giggle at the blushing boy in front of you, extending your foot to give his leg a tap from under the table. He uncovers his face slightly to look at you and you grin at the expression he wears. 
“If this is about the other day, it’s really okay” you assure him, propping your elbow on the table to rest your chin in your hand. “I understand and I’m not mad at you.” 
“You’re not?” he wonders, a little surprised. When you shake your head in reply, he sits up fully and leans in a little closer to you from across the table. Mark does not need anyone hearing any more of this conversation. “I-I just wanna say sorry, Y/N. I was pretty rude to you that day when you’ve been nothing but nice to me.” 
“Is that why you’ve been sitting here in distress this whole time?” you laugh, quietly. “You really don’t need to feel bad, Mark but I accept your apology anyway.” Marks smile mirrors your own, admiring the way you’ve been so accepting of the situation when he was clearly in the wrong. “But still, we don’t have to be friends if you don’t want to.” 
“I want to!” he interjects, nearly jumping up in his seat. “You really are a nice person and I wouldn’t mind getting to know you more, too. I shouldn’t have treated you like that when you basically saved my life that day.” Mark moves to grab the pens from his bag, laying them out on the table for you to take. “Which reminds me, I’ve been meaning to give these back to you.” 
Reaching your hand out, you scoot the pens back in Marks direction. “You can keep them as backups or something,” you wave off. “You’d probably use them more than I would anyway. I take all my notes electronically.” Pulling out your fancy tablet from your bag, you wave it around for him to see and Mark’s just in disbelief. 
“How can you retain any information that way?” he gapes, eyes popping out of their sockets. “Connecting your pen to paper helps you process your thoughts better, you know.” 
“This is better for the environment!” you argue, rolling your eyes and Mark shakes his head in disapproval. He starts going on a whole tangent about the benefits of physical note taking and you just sit there and take it. But the conversation flows easily with you and Mark talking to each other back and forth. Neither of you get back to your studies for the remainder of the afternoon. 
Mark Lee’s guide to being better than everyone: rule #7 study time is quiet time (friends allowed but they need to shut up).
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Heavy footsteps trudge through the halls of the lecture building, but Mark has never felt so light. Even if his shirt is wrinkled, hair all over the place, and eyes about a second away from shutting, he walks to his 8 am class with a tiny smile on his face. 
It’s been weeks since you and Mark had bloomed a friendship. Weeks filled with studying late in the library, fighting over who gets to pay for the sweet treat of the day, and gallivanting around campus as conversation fills the silence between you two. Mark had honestly thought that he’d take a while to warm up to you, but he finds it incredibly easy to open up and be himself in your presence. He likes that he can talk to you about anything and everything, and you listen to him with your full attention. Mark Lee prides himself in how strong his walls are built and how dedicated he is to his craft (being a student), but it’s like his whole resolve crumbles with the more you’re near. Ask him if he cares, because he doesn’t. 
From the moment he had entered the education system at the young age of five, he never stopped. Mark immediately enrolled in college after graduating high school, barely having time to explore the woes of life. So now in his third year of his undergrad, it felt nice to finally feel alive – do everything boys his age are supposed to do. Like last night, Mark had stayed up until midnight on the phone with you, giggling over the drama you two had started watching together during your study breaks. Even after you both had hung up the call, you two had continued to send messages to one another. By the time Mark had fallen asleep, it really wasn’t that late to the normal person, but Mark Lee has a bedtime that he did not follow. Hence, his appearance today. 
Mark Lee’s guide to being better than everyone: rule #2 get a full 8 hours of sleep every night – nothing more, nothing less.
His body feels like dead weight and he can’t stop yawning, but Mark’s heart is soaring. Not that he knows it. As smart as he is, he’s also a big idiot atoning these fluttering feelings to the excitement of having a new friend around. He doesn’t think much about the fact that his favorite part of the day isn’t putting in his earphones while sat in front of a pile of textbooks anymore, but going to meet you in between classes. 
Fueled by caffeine from his second iced tea of the day (coffee makes him feel sick), Mark is basically skipping towards you sat on a bench under the tree. He can’t wait to gush to you about the new topic he’s learning about in his lit class, but the words die down in his throat when he sees the look on your face. 
You’re sat stiff on the bench, hands balled into fists as you struggle to catch your breath. Instead of greeting him with that glowing smile of yours, he’s met with a solemn Y/N. It’s like a dark rain cloud was brewing a storm over your head and when Mark approaches with a soft call of your name, he sees the tears brimming your eyes, only to fall free when he asks what’s wrong. Your lip quivers as you struggle to find the words to answer your friend and Mark feels like his whole world is falling apart. 
He moves quickly to sit next to you, arms moving to wrap around your shaking figure, but he doesn’t quite make it all the way. Everyone knows Mark is not a physically affectionate person and he’s never done anything more than shove your shoulder when you made a joke he didn’t like. This was new territory for him, to comfort a crying friend, which is why he’s sat frozen with his torso turned towards you, arms in the air, looming above your form and not making contact. Mark’s mouth gapes open and closed like a fish, thinking about what he can say to comfort you, but you take matters into your own hands and fully lean into the boy. Your face buries itself into his shirt as you wail like a baby and Mark has no choice but to finally engulf you in his arms when he feels your tears seep through the fabric. 
“Remember that project I was working on all last week?” you muffle into his chest. Mark hums in response because of course he remembers. He remembers how hard you had slaved over your project, doing your best to ensure that it was perfect. But he also remembers how excited you were to have this as your assignment, how bright your eyes had shone when you told Mark how confident you were in the topic to execute it well. This class of yours wasn’t the easiest for you, so it was like a breath of fresh air for you to finally understand something being presented. “My professor kept me after class and tore me to fucking shreds. Told me everything I had written was wrong and the whole thing was crap a-and basically said I should drop the class because I’m clearly not understanding anything!” 
All Mark does is wrap his arms tighter around you, resting his cheek atop your head. “I’m so sorry, Y/N,” he mumbles into your hair and you pull back abruptly, gripping his shirt in your hands. 
“Am I really that stupid?” you hiccup, screwing your eyes shut. “That my professor tells me to drop out of his class?” 
“Hey hey hey,” Mark scolds you, gripping your shoulders tight, basically shaking sense into you. “You’re not stupid, he’s stupid! You try so hard, Y/N and you shouldn’t discredit yourself like that.” 
Sniffling, you give Mark a small, yet sad smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes and he’s grown furious now. “I don’t think I’m trying hard, I’m just trying my best.” 
“Then that’s all that matters,” he affirms, raising a hand to pat your hair. “Being a student isn’t easy, but you’re doing it! Don’t let one lousy professor tell you otherwise – I say you stick it to him and not drop.” 
“I don’t know…” you laugh, trailing off in thought. “There’s a lot I have to think about. If I stay, he’ll probably give me hell, but if I actually drop, I’d be saving my GPA but my pride would be hurt.” 
Mark purses his lips, then snakes his hands down to yours and pulls you up from the bench with him. “Tell you what,” he starts, tugging you to walk with him. “You don’t have to think about it right now, but how about we clear our heads and go do something?” 
You’re struggling to keep up with Mark’s quick steps, the strap of your bag slipping off your shoulder. “Do what? Don’t you have class?” you interrogate him, pulling at his arm. “And can you slow down a little?” 
He complies, slowing his walk to a normal pace and turns to you with a grunt. “What’s with all the questions? Just trust me,” he rolls his eyes and moves to stand behind you. Mark nudges you forward in the direction he wants despite your protests. “And don’t worry about my classes, I’ll take a sick day or something. I can’t just leave you by yourself after seeing you cry like that!” 
“I’m fine, Mark” shrieking, you reach behind you to make him let go of you. “It’s really okay! You don’t have to break your perfect attendance record for me.” He finally stops forcing you to come with him, stepping to the side to walk alongside you with a light hand on your back to keep you from running. 
“I don’t have to, but I want to” he smiles down at you, which you return with an unimpressed look. “What are friends for, right?” You finally give up, letting Mark take you to wherever he had in mind to do whatever. 
“Fiiine,” you relent and take a step closer to his side. “But you’re paying!” Mark smiles at you again, wrapping his arm fully around you for the second time that day in a side hug before dropping it to hang in between your bodies. 
Mark Lee’s guide to being better than everyone: rule #5 DO NOT SKIP CLASS (unless you’re sick and I mean dying).
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From bike riding to ice cream in the park, Mark kept you busy all afternoon. You have to applaud his efforts with the way he was constantly cracking lame jokes just to pull your face up and encouraging you (peer pressure) to let him buy you a second cup of ice cream. If you could give Mark Lee his flowers for making you feel better right now, you totally would, but instead you settled for treating him to the little Lego figurines he had been eyeing in the trinket store you visited. 
“Uhhh,” the boy basically moans in delight. “Since we didn’t go to class, this is perfect to stimulate our brains!” 
You chuckle at how ridiculous he is and how silly he looks. The two of you are sat on a picnic table in a random park, unboxing your figurines to build. Mark had picked a hippo and a penguin while you just chose to build a cat. The excitement is basically rolling off his body as he vibrates in his seat, tearing into the box and plastic bag containing the pieces. “You that excited?”
Mark makes a face at you from across the table, almost as if he’s offended. “Of course I am! For ages 8 and up, easy work dude” he basically brags, chest puffing up. “Thank you for getting these, Y/N. I didn’t mean to linger on them long enough for you to feel like you had to get them.”
“I wanted to,” you chirp, shaking your head. “It’s the least I could do for you after all you’ve done for me today.” He says nothing, glancing at you for a moment before continuing to build his penguin. A grin slips onto his face as he watches you struggle with the tiny pieces, eyebrows furrowed in frustration. 
You both continue to build in silence, enjoying each others company as the sun starts its journey to dreamland. The sky is painted in hues of gold, pinks, and blues, the warmth starting to settle between you two. Mark notices the rays coming down on his skin at looks up at the beautiful sight, quickly pulling his phone out to snap a picture. 
“I have to send this to my friend, Renjun” he hums, satisfied look on his face. “He’s gonna love this.” 
You coo at Mark and he ignores you, finishing up his penguin. “You send your friend pictures of the sunset often?” 
“Yeah,” he shrugs, busying his fingers with the pieces. “Renjun’s an artist so I like to send him stuff I think looks pretty. Maybe he’d draw it or something, but he never asked me to stop so I just keep doing it.” 
Biting down on your lip, you have to contain your smile and squeals at how endearing this guy was. “I hope he’s drawn at least one of them” you voice. “I know if someone sent me pictures of every sunset, I’d cherish it.” 
Mark laughs in response, but trails off as he starts to think. He’s finished his penguin now, rolling the figure between his fingers. It’s only the size of his palm, but he doesn’t think he’ll get to finish the hippo as this took him nearly an hour. It’ll be dark soon. 
“Y/N,” he starts somewhat sheepish. “Why don’t you have any friends?” 
His question freezes you in your seat and you eye him from under your lashes. “I have friends,” you utter. “I’m friends with my roommate.” 
“I-I’m sorry,” he stutters. With the way the air has shifted, Mark feels as if he hit a nerve. “It’s just t-that everytime I see you on campus, you’re alone! I don’t really see you talking to anyone else…” 
Also finished with your cat figure, you fold your hands into your lap and stare it down. “Is that a bad thing?” 
He shakes his head furiously, reaching a hand across the table to tap on it and get your attention. “No, no! Not at all” he insists and takes your cat to stand next to his penguin. “I was just curious, I’m sorry if I made you upset.” 
Looking back up at the boy across of you, the corners of your mouth turn up to give him a small grin. “It’s okay, Mark. There’s nothing wrong with asking questions” you explain. “It’s not like I don’t want friends, I just don’t really know how to make them? I’m not the type of person to strike up a conversation out of the blue… Even with group projects, it’s a little hard for me to open up.” 
“You?” Mark scoffs. “Not the type of person to make conversation with strangers? Then how do you explain how we became friends.” To prove his point, Mark inches your Lego figures closer together. 
“I guess you’re right,” you laugh, throwing your hands in the air. “I don’t really know what’s up with me then. But at least I have you now, right?” 
“Yeah,” he breathes, chuckling to himself too. “Yeah, you got me now. So don’t you worry, Y/N. I’ll send you pictures of every sunset I capture.”
You bring your hands together, clasping them against your cheek as you look out into the horizon. Watching the bright sky paint itself in an array of different colors before it says goodbye for the day, you’ve never felt more content. And Mark does the same, eyes following the rays of gold bleed into pink, but he doesn’t think he can enjoy it as much as you do right now.
He just can’t believe that he’s here with you in a random park in the city. Instead of sitting in class, he’s sitting at a table building animals out of extremely tiny Lego pieces. Mark didn’t even send his professors a courtesy email that he wasn’t going to be present today, too focused on helping you feel better. He’ll never admit it out loud, but he was also busy trying to forget that gloomy look on your face. It was the first time Mark had ever seen you cry, and he hopes it will be the last. 
A part of him also understands you. The overwhelming pressure of having to do well and not wanting to wave a white flag for the sake of your confidence in yourself. Mark knows it all too well. He also knows how hard it can be to make friends here. No one ever attempts to get to know Mark, only approaching to ask if he’d accompany them on a romantic date or help them pass their classes. It took him a while to learn how to say no, and thank God he did. He’s content in his little bubble with the good friends he has, but sometimes he wonders what life would be like if he just gave in. Who would Mark Lee be if he wasn’t so stubborn in his ways?
“Y/N,” he begins again. “Do you think I’m difficult?” 
Turning your gaze away from the darkening sky, you give Mark a puzzled look. “What do you mean?” 
“Like,” he sighs, crossing his arms across his chest. He looks down at the table in front of him, chewing on his lip. “Do you think I’m hard to deal with? Am I too stubborn to talk to?” 
His explanation doesn’t fix your confusion, continuing to look at him funny. “No, Mark. It’s very easy for me to be around you,” you correct him, moving a hand to gesture between both your bodies. “I’m sat here with you— our first time hanging out off campus, by the way, after you comforted me while I cried into your shirt earlier today.”
“This was the most fun I’ve had in a while!” you continue, gushing when Mark doesn’t respond. “I’m not sure what’s going on in that big head of yours, but I enjoy your company. Heck, I asked you to be my friend during our second meeting! You are anything but difficult.” 
Mark looks up, taking in the sight of you sat across of him. The sky has turned into a pretty pink as the sun has started it’s descent closer to the horizon and it’s casted over you beautifully. There must be a magic in the air that has sparked a look in your eyes that is so comforting. He’s been wary of the elation he’s felt since the day he met you. He can’t quite put his finger on it, but in that moment, Mark has never been so sure in his life about going against everything he set himself up for.
“Come on,” Mark smiles and nods his head towards the path. “Let’s go home.” 
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Johnny hears shuffling from Marks room and decided to peak in. Cracking the bedroom door open, he’s met with the boy pacing back and forth, combing his hand through his hair frantically. He can hear Mark mumbling to himself, using his hands to express whatever he was feeling to himself. “Dude,” Johnny calls out and Mark snaps his head towards the sound so fast, he thinks he’s got whiplash. “What’s wrong with you?” 
“Fuck if I know!” he roars, placing both hands on his head. “If anyone can tell me what’s wrong with me, PLEASE DO.” 
The older boy sighs, stepping through the threshold as he prepares himself for what’s about to come. He’s used to Mark being on edge, but this is the guy who apologizes whenever he swears. “Come here, buddy” Sat on Marks’ bed, Johnny pats the seat beside him and Mark obliges. His head is hung low and lips set into a deep pout. “Tell Johnny what’s wrong.” 
Mark lets out a sigh of his own, whining as he falls back onto his bed and stares at the ceiling. He had just woken up from his 3pm nap he takes every other day that lasts precisely an hour and a half. Two hours if he feels like treating himself, but today, Mark had woken up in a cold sweat just a little after 8pm. 
Mark Lee’s guide to being better than everyone: rule #3 if you need a nap, only nap on MWF when you end classes early (only nap for 2 hours MAX).
As soon as he sat up, eyes blown wide, he let out a hushed “oh fuck.” He’s usually so tired that he never dreams. Ever. But this time, all he could see in his slumber was you. You, who he had seen just a few days ago after ditching classes. Forget everything he felt and thought that day because it was starting to feel a little too real.
It came to him in flashes, like he was in some sort of stupid movie. From walking down the street together, to banging on rigged claw machines, to simply sitting across of you at the picnic table in the park, Mark dreamt of every moment you had spent with him. Except, whenever he laid eyes on you, the whole world had slowed down to a serene still and tints of light illuminated around your entire being. And when you smiled like you always did, little bells started chiming. 
Oh, the bells. That dream was straight out of those romance movies Haechan likes to watch regularly. What kind of sick world is this? 
“I’m so screwed, man” he voices, rubbing a hand over his face. “I-I think I like Y/N. Whatever that means…” 
“It doesn’t mean anything,” Johnny muses. “If you like her, then you like her. Y/N’s that girl you’ve been hanging around with a lot?” 
Mark sits up fully, head still hanging low. He can’t believe he’s having this conversation right now, even if he lowkey knew it was coming. “Yeah, that’s her” he mumbles. “I swear she hexed me or something! I skipped class the other day to hangout with her, been eating way too many vending machine snacks, and haven’t been getting my full 8 hours of sleep, bro! That’s so not like me.” 
“First of all, you’re an idiot. Girls aren’t witches, they’re just celestial beings” Johnny scoffs, rolling his eyes at his young friend. “Second of all, did she force you to do all those things?” 
“What? No,” Mark protests. “I wanted to do all those things, with her.” 
“Okayyy,” Johnny rolls. “Are your grades slipping from ditching or not sleeping?” 
Mark blinks at the boy sitting next to him. “No, I’m a week ahead in all my classes.”
“Then what’s the problem here, man?” Johnny belts, standing to his full height. “Cause I’m not seeing it!” 
Still sat on his bed, Mark stomps his feet a little as he whines. “Johnny” he complains. “The problem is I’ve broken every single rule I made for myself. For just one person! Like I said, this isn’t like me and I’m not sure how to handle it.” 
“Look Mark,” Johnny chastises, moving to sit next to him again on the bed. “I love you, dude. I really do and I admire how hard you’re working towards your education, but I wish you would just let yourself breathe a little.” Mark sits in silence, taking in every word. “I’m so glad that you’ve been following these rules you set for yourself and it’s been working, but why are you stopping yourself from experiencing something everyone dreams of? Why are you so scared?” 
Great question that he doesn’t really know the answer to. He’s not scared of you, exactly. Marks more scared of the feelings you give him. You’re not trying to change his ways or who he is, in fact, you’ve been trying your damn hardest to fit yourself into Marks usual routine. You don’t make fun of him for his little quirks and comments and he likes how comfortable you make him feel. He likes how you just go with the flow of things, making it a breeze to just enjoy himself in that moment with you. Mark likes how he no longer feels the weight of the world when he’s around you. 
Mark likes you. But he’s never felt this way before about anyone. Not even Jessica Alba in Fantastic Four while all his friends were drooling over their TV screens. 
With pursed lips, Mark looks up to his friend with pleading eyes. “What do I have to do?” 
“That’s not the question you should be asking,” Johnny smiles at him, shaking his head lightly. “You’re the most hardworking guy I know, no matter what you’re doing. Are you willing to put in that same effort with Y/N?” 
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Later that night, Mark lays awake and stares at his ceiling in the dark. He’s got one arm folded under his head and the other laid across his chest, deep in thought about the conversation he had with Johnny. He took way too long of a nap, so now he can’t fall asleep. Not to mention how his phone had been pinging with messages from you, but they remained unanswered as he contemplated. 
What was he to do with you? 
He could just pretend that he never had this groundbreaking realization. He could continue to remain the way he is with you, just friends. Mark doesn’t even know how you’d react to his feelings, but he can’t say he’s afraid to find out. Even if you were to turn him down, tell him he’s got no chance at romance, he doesn’t think he’d mind. Like yeah, he’d be pretty devastated, but who wouldn’t be? After talking with Johnny some more earlier today, he realizes how sure he is with the way his heart feels. He’s dumbfounded that this is happening to him, but he’s not embarrassed at all. Who knew that you, who had wanted to be his friend after only meeting for the second time, would be the one to change his entire view? Mark didn’t even want to be your friend at first, but here he is, possibly wanting something more. 
You probably would think the switch was so sudden and Mark wouldn’t be able to tell you anything else. He doesn’t think you’re the type to completely cut him out if you don’t feel the same way, but there’s always that small chance in anything. He doesn’t know what to do with you, but he also has no clue what he would do without you. Groaning into the night air, Mark turns over to his side. He’s face to face with the bright numbers on his alarm clock that read 1:27 AM. Deciding to leave this problem to tomorrows Mark, he screws his eyes shut and tries to force himself to sleep. But he just lays there, staring at the dark behind his eyes still completely awake and tries to think of something that will put him to bed. And oh of course, all Mark can see is you. 
He lets you consume him, taking every glimpse of you in and god damn Y/N, you are doing nothing to help! Marks leg starts to shake under the covers, twitching himself awake til he starts tossing and turning. Eventually, Mark gives up. He can’t get comfortable at all. Ripping his comforter off his body, Mark moves quickly to stand up and shoulder on a flannel that draped over his desk chair. Hasty fingers grab for his glasses and his phone before he books it out the door to God knows where.
No, Mark knows where he’s going in the dead of night. After walking you home the other day, he realized just how close you two were, living just a 10 minute walk away. But with the way Mark is moving, he finds himself standing outside of your apartment building in just 7 minutes. He’d move to enter, but he doesn’t actually know which unit you live in. So like the completely sane person he is, Mark starts shouting into the night, disturbing the peace. 
“Y/N!” he howls, hands cupped over his mouth. There’s a few lights he can see on through the windows, but none of them show movement. “Y/N, it’s Mark!” 
There’s only one window that’s open, and Mark sees the curtains tear open. There you stand, looking down at him from the fourth floor with disbelief all over your face. “Mark!” you whisper shout. This boy must have lost his damn mind to disturb you and your neighbors at this time, after ignoring your messages all night. “Are you insane?” 
“Just come down, please” he brings his hands together, in a begging and pleading gesture. “I have to talk to you.” 
Sighing, you move away from your window and start to make your way down to the front of your building. You’re praying to whoever’s listening that you don’t get any complaints in the morning from Mark screaming in the courtyard. Like seriously, he could have just called you quietly on his phone. You can see it hanging out of his pocket, but you assume he really is out of his mind when you take in his form. 
He’s pacing again, fidgeting as you approach him closer and only snaps out of it when he sees you in the glow of the dim street lamps. “Hi,” he exhales and you just continue to eye him suspiciously. 
“Hi,” you pout, crossing your arms over your chest. “What’s going on, Mark? It’s nearly 2 AM, you could have just called me.” 
Mark smiles sheepishly at you, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sorry,” he mumbles, kicking the ground underneath him. “I wasn’t really thinking…” 
“Clearly,” you muse, grinning at him. This is the most casual you have ever seen Mark, who never leaves the house unless he’s in a pair of jeans or nice pants. You can tell how much of a hurry he was in, dressed in old basketball shorts and slippers on his feet. The flannel he was wearing over his white tee was also inside out, but you don’t point it out to him. “But you’re thinking about something to come all the way here. What did you wanna tell me?” 
“Uhhh,” he stutters, eyes darting around the dark, avoiding your gaze. “I didn’t wake you, right? I’m really sorry for not calling first.”
You shake your head no, waving him off. You were already awake, but it’s the weekend tomorrow so you have nothing to be up early for. The only important thing you were doing was doom scrolling on your feed. Mark would have known you were still awake if he had just checked his damn phone. Even if he wasn’t interrupting anything important, you still wish that Mark would spit it out. He just nods at your explanation, still not meeting your eyes and says nothing. 
“Hey,” you call out, poking his middle with your finger. He caved into it, swatting your hand away because Mark Lee is ticklish. “Take your time, find the words. I’ll be here when you’re ready.” 
Mark finally looks into your eyes, softening at the way they’re pouring into his. Your lips are curled into the prettiest smile and Mark thinks you have really nice teeth. It’s all enough to squeeze at his heart, causing his blood to pump furiously in his chest. He feels it tighten and tighten, until it finally explodes.
“I’m all bent outta shape, dude” he rants, staring right at you. “And it’s all because of you!” 
You frown at his confession, wondering if he really came all the way over here just to call you out. “What did I do to you, dude?“ 
His shoulders slump and he rubs at his eyes. Sleep is finally getting to him now that he’s here, but Mark has always been way too good and getting what he wants to give up. “Everything,” he basically whines like a child. “And I can’t stop thinking about it.”
Mark looks to the sky, eyes screwed shut as he lets out a long exhale. You’re still confused as to what he’s trying to get at, but seeing him so perplexed himself has you concerned. 
“Mark,” you coax, touching his arm lightly to bring him back down to Earth. “If I did something to upset you, I’m really sorry. But could you please tell me exactly what happened so I can fix it?” 
Eyeing when your hand meets his skin, he smirks lightly at the tingling waves that shot up his arm. He taps the hand that connects him in a reassuring manner before completely engulfing it in his own. “I’m just being dramatic, it’s not that bad” he offers, stroking a thumb over your knuckles. Goosebumps peak through your skin at the gesture. “You did nothing wrong. It’s just…” 
He trails off, looking down at your intertwined hands. “I have these rules for myself, called ‘Mark Lee’s guide to being better than everyone’ and I’m not trying to one up everyone I meet with this. It’s all just to help me succeed and be my best self as a student” he’s nervous as he wears his heart on his sleeve for you when he hears you laugh, but it quickly dissipates when you give his hand a squeeze in reassurance. Come on, it was a funny name! “And I’ve been really good at following them! It’s definitely helped me to stay on track, but from that first day we met in the library, I’ve just been breaking all of them.”
“Oh,” you gasp, quickly letting go of him to shy into yourself. “I’m sorry, Mark. Really, I never meant for you to go off track.” 
“No, it’s okay!” he assures you, grabbing his hand back into his. In the middle of 70 degree weather, Mark felt cold for the split second you let go. “It’s not your fault and I don’t mind it at all. My point is, it’s just not like me at all to do this and I didn’t realize why until now.” 
“I’m so used to being strict in my ways because it’s been working well for me, but here you come along, making it so unbelievably easy to forget it all,” you’re still not sure what he’s hinting at, but you continue to let him talk. “Forget it and realize that it’s not so bad as long as I’m with you, Y/N. I like that I can still be myself without all these rules or barriers, I can still sit in the library all night with you sleeping across of me.”
Mark can’t help the smile on his face at how wide your eyes have blown, almost as if you couldn’t believe what he was alluding to. He also can’t believe it, but the more he speaks, the more it feels right. Even if he feels like he’s saying a whole lotta nothing. But it’s something alright and you feel your heart start to beat a little quicker. You hope Mark can’t tell how your hands have started to clam up and tremble in his hold. 
“I like the feeling you give me, that everything’s gonna be okay and I have nothing to worry about” he beams at you, steadying your shakiness with a tight grip. “I like you, Y/N.” 
You say nothing, taking it all in. Mark starts to shuffle on his feet, loosening his hold on your hand but not fully letting go so you can’t book it inside. He should speak up and add that you don’t have to respond to him right now, because it really is sudden. It just felt like a good time to tell you, even though 2 AM is never a good time for anyone. But you cut him off before you get the chance, grinning like a Cheshire Cat at the nervous boy in front of you.
“You didn’t even wanna be my friend at first,” you point out, tapping your chin in thought with your free hand. “Now here you are, holding my hand and confessing to me in the dead of night?” You’re teasing him and he knows it. 
“Ugh, I know” he exclaims, looking like a kicked puppy. “I’m just a stupid, dumb, idiot boy and I really felt bad for how I treated you that day.” You giggle quietly, stopping him from dropping to his knees in front of you to beg for forgiveness. “I know this all came so fast and I know I have a lot to learn. A lot of things to grow into, but I feel like I can do that as long as I’m planted next to you.”
The taunting coo you let out does nothing to cover the blush rushing to your cheeks. You move your arms to wrap fully around his neck, standing on your tip toes to hide your flushed face in his shoulder. Mark reciprocates, encircling you in his hold completely as he pulls you closer to him. “You’re so cute” you squeal, nuzzling your face closer and inhaling his scent. “You’re so sweet, Mark. I will gladly plant myself next to you.” 
You pull away slightly, still face to face with the boy who is also blushing. He’s fighting back a smile, the apples of his cheeks making a prominent appearance. “Does this mean you’re my girlfriend now?” he’s so clueless with the way he asks you the question, causing you to laugh again. If anyone were overlooking the two of you right now, all smiles and blushing messes, they’d think you’re insane. 
“Do you want me to be?” you press further and Mark nods his head vigorously. His hold tightens around you for the nth time that night.
“Can I be honest real quick?” he utters, staring deep into your eyes. He’s been honest this whole time, you don’t know why he needs to ask. “I’m kinda scared…”
You pat his shoulder reassuringly, standing further on your toes to press a chaste kiss to his cheek. “We can go as slow as you’d like, Mark. I’ll be here all the way.” Mark feels a wave of warmth wash over him, suddenly feeling bold and straightens his back. 
“I think you missed,” he states. You’re back to wondering what the hell he was talking about until you feel his lips on yours. 
The kiss is soft, short, but sweet. It’s enough to unleash a cage of butterflies in the pit of your stomach. It’s enough for Mark to know exactly how you feel, even if you never said it. 
Pulling away, you two share a shy smile as you lean your forehead against his. You play with the hair on the nape of his neck as you lean back in for another. So much for going slow, Mark thinks as he’s basically clawing at your sides to pull you unbelievably closer to him. He breaks away first this time, leaning into your neck as if he can’t get enough of you. 
“Go home, Mark” you laugh at the tickling feeling against your skin. “I’ll see you after we’ve both had some rest, okay?” 
He only sighs loudly and dramatically before pulling back, reluctant to release his hold on you. His feet step away from you slowly, towards the direction of his own apartment building. Mark doesn’t want to go. Mark wants to spend all his time with you, even in the middle of the night, but he listens to your request anyway. You’ve gotten him wrapped around your finger, after all. He knows you’ll have all the time in the world, starting now and he can’t wait for the days to come. 
Mark Lee’s guide to being better than everyone: rule #1 no dating of any kind to prevent distraction (90 and above or no love).
Spoiler: Mark keeps his 3.9 GPA until graduation and graduating with honors is literally nothing compared to the love you shower him in.
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mani's notes: i hope you enjoyed reading this! yk true cloudykyu fashion is no real plot lines and whiplash time skips lol it's my first long fic since coming back so i would appreciate any feedback :D please let me know your thoughts in the tags or my ask box!! <3 happy valentines day unless you're mark lee
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unhappy ending - 7dream
wc: 2.2k
summary: 7dream as angst tropes/plotlines (a.k.a. the dreamies as things that make me sad)
warnings: not proofread, extreme angst, hurt/no comfort (mark: cheating, manipulation, toxicity) (renjun: hospitals, depictions of illness and having an unwell appearance) (jeno: depression, depression related habits) (donghyuck: enlistment, death, murder?) (jaemin: this one kinda has comfort? dystopia, implied death, suggestive/after sex) (chenle: a lot of toxicity, being used) (jisung: getting played, heartbreak, ghosting)
an: who let me do this. i am hurting so bad and im the one that wrote it ?!?! this is why i hate angst guys im never doing this again. gonna write the fluffiest of fluff now
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cheating!mark texts you every morning and night, sending sweet messages with the occasional song lyric or spider man quote, be it motivational or romantic. it’s arguably your favorite part of the day, looking forward to the message of the day and the next. it’s quite confusing however, when he texts you one day saying “goodnight angel, sleep well! gonna be in the studio tomorrow, i’ll pick u up on the way <3 love you gorgeous, see you tomorrow minjeong”… when you ask him about it, questioning who this minjeong is, he immediately shuts down any idea of cheating immediately. when you sit in the studio with him the following day, he’s in the booth recording some chords on his guitar when you look at his phone. unsurprisingly, there’s messages from a “minjeong <3”. upon opening them, you see texts and texts that go on for months. of course, you immediately start screaming at mark, sobbing and punching him with frustration at his unfaithfulness. with a big pout and gifts ready, he kisses your tears away, rocking you back and forth in his arms so sweetly, cooing as he convinces you it’s no one, bringing you to stay with him and ignore the many “i knew it” texts from your friends.
memory loss!renjun sits in the hospital bed, skin pale and sickly as he draws in a sketchbook with shaky hands. there’s countless cords and tubes attached to his body, the abundance of technology being the only thing keeping him alive. the nurse standing next to you places a hand on your shoulder, startling you and forcing you to turn away from the hospital door’s window.
“if you’d like, you can try again today. he’s been pretty stable recently.” her smile doesn’t even attempt to reach her eyes, and you know she’s only doing it to try (terribly) to comfort you.
you nod gently, reaching for the door handle. “mm. thank you, i’ll do that.”
when you open the door, he looks up, eyebrows furrowing as he looks at you. “who are you? what are you doing here?”
you sit next to him, reaching for his hand, but he flinches and pulls it to his chest. “renjun… i- i’m sorry. i should have asked. i’m your girlfriend, we’ve been dating for three years, can you remember?”
he looks you up and down judgmentally, though it isn’t too intimidating when he’s as skinny as a twig. “no, i’m sorry, you must be mistaken. i’m very much single.”
just like that, your skin heats up with frustration and you have to fight back tears. turning on your phone, you turn it to him, showing your lock screen of the two of you. he only looks more confused, so you unlock it and begin scrolling through your gallery, swiping through photos upon photos of the memories between you two.
“do you really not remember any of this..? we’ve been dating for the past three years, we met in high school, donghyuck introduced us.. please tell me you remember, any of it.” your voice quivers, the tears falling freely now.
he shakes his head, albeit weakly. “no, i’m sorry i don’t remember any of this. are you sure you know what you’re talking about?”
from your bag, you pull out a small framed piece of canvas paper. on it is a bouquet of your favorite flowers, renjun’s signature in the bottom corner. “junnie, do you remember painting this?” he nods gently. “you made this for me. it’s my favorite flowers, and you gave it to me on my birthday.”
“that.. doesn’t sound right. i create art for myself, not to gift to other people. i wouldn’t do that. how did you get that.”
you can’t even see what’s in front of you, heaps and heaps of tears falling from your eyes. this is the third week in a row, trying to help renjun regain his memories, and the third week it failed. no matter what you say, what you show him, it’s like you never existed. the nurse opens the door, suggesting you leave, and as she helps you out you leave the painting with him, hoping and praying he’ll be able to remember you and all the love you had for each other.
overwhelmed!jeno was the sweetest to you, always being there for you when you needed it. no matter what he was always a call away, if you needed him he was there. he paid attention to your every need, and kept tabs on just about everything relating to you. favorite color, movie, flower, clothing style, everything. he was genuinely the best boyfriend you think you’d ever encounter. he treated you so, so good, rubbing your feet when you were tired, taking care of you when sick, and buying you the cutest of gifts ‘just because’. you were the same way with him too, y’know. whenever he felt overwhelmed, whether it be from the attention of his peers or even his own thoughts, you always knew how to calm him down. he found a home in your arms, as did you with him. everyone around you could see how perfect you two were, saying that love was real because of you. it was like everything was perfect as long as jeno was by your side. however, every couple has a rocky patch, and it just seems that you guys couldn’t make it through. sometimes, jeno got too burnt out taking care of you, despite it being something he enjoyed, and fell into habits of not taking care of himself. he grew eye bags, sleeping all day and didn’t look or act anything like himself. the outside world along with all his responsibilities at home, and his own, nagging, overwhelming, intrusive thoughts became too much, and he found it a struggle to love himself, let alone another person. with all the love in your heart, you had no choice but to part ways with him in hopes of him getting better and finding himself again. you hoped that his future had you in it, but you doubt you can be in the picture when he enters the right state of mind.
bf!donghyuck who spent the past year living his best life with you, taking you out on extravagant dates and vacations to make as many memories as possible before his enlistment. he bought so many gifts, took so many photos, and left so many marks in your shared home to make sure you’d never miss him. despite joking about it all the time, he was scared and upset about it as well. whole writing a letter for every month he was gone, more than half ended up having tear stains on them. tucking the final one into the box and leaving it somewhere for you to find, he grabbed his bags and ran to the car, sitting in the passenger seat while you drove him to the site. the whole ride was filled with tears and pointless arguments, the dread consuming you both. a whole year and a half without your soulmate, the love of your life was something you truly couldn’t bare. once you arrived, you helped him grab his stuff and make his way to the place where you would depart. right before he made his way to the hundreds of other men he would be going with, he dropped his stuff and held you tightly in his arms, kissing all your tears away and blending them with his own, promising that it would go by quickly, like he was never gone. for the first couple months you believed it, uncovering pranks and hidden gifts from him throughout the time he was gone. however, the third month came, and his gift this time wasn’t funny, or cute at all. when you opened your tv that morning, the news channel popped up, the reporter giving a solemn expression as he relayed the news that your lover’s base, the place donghyuck was stationed at, had been attacked, majority of the soldiers there being killed. a list of names was revealed, and with your heart beating out of your chest and nausea waving through you, your eyes trailed down the list until it stopped. lee donghyuck, age 24, was in the list of soldiers who had died. your entire lifeline, the one who owned your entire heart, the man who reminded you of the warm sun, had lied to you. he was gone, and wasn’t coming back.
dystopian bf!jaemin is someone who you admittedly don’t know too well. the world is overheating, on the verge of ending, and the sky is bright orange, air smoky in the mid-day when you meet him. with 30 minutes left on earth, the announcement ringing through all devices and televisions in the world. laying on the hood of his car, watching smoke billow through the sky in the distance, he turns to you with a smile.
“y’know, i’m really happy i met you, girlfriend.” his skin is bare, a dirty blanket covering both of your exposed bodies. at this point, you couldn’t care less about your skin being dirty.. there’s thirty minutes until you die, and with your boyfriend of about five hours, the only thing you’re concerned about is getting all your firsts checked off before everything ends.
you smile back, resting your head on your arm. “me too, boyfriend. this couldn’t have gone any better.” he pulls you in ever so gently, kissing you once again. it’s quite embarrassing, being in your twenties and having never experienced anything romantic, but you and jaemin are in the same boat and you both can agree that it’s really nice.
“touché. say, why don’t we get to know each other with what time we have left, hm?” his hand caresses your hair, putting a strand behind your ear. you can feel his hands shaking against your skin, and you try not to let it but it makes you all the more nervous about what’s to come.
“of course, shoot.” pulling your shirt on, you sit up and he follows suit.
with your last thirty minutes on earth, you share the stories of your parents who succumbed to the wrath of the decaying planet and all the other funny stories of your lives. the end felt so lonely this past month, and as your phone alerts you of there being a minute left, you feel whole again despite your sadness and fear. finding someone so similar to you, relating to him and connecting with him in such terrifying moments makes you feel a lot less empty. as you count down, saying goodbye to your short life, you watch the world around you, including yourself, burn while in the arms of someone you never thought you’d have.
toxic!chenle who always kept you on his arm, yet that’s all he ever did for you. he never addressed you or looked your way, but he never let you create any distance between you and him. if anyone asked, you were “his lovely, beautiful girlfriend”, but as soon as heads turned you were nothing but an annoying pest who kept clinging to him. you asked to be loved, to feel appreciated, and he’d look at you, an unconvincing pout on his face as he held yours lovingly and convinced you he’d change and give you the love you deserve. he’d take you out on a date, spoiling you with every penny just to make a post about it and then kick you to the curb. he didn’t love you, you knew that, but his attention was everything to you. he treated you so well when eyes were on you two that it was all you needed to stick around, giving him all your love when to him you were nothing but a shiny new toy to parade around to his friends.
heartbreaker!jisung who reached out to you one day, saying he was a friend of a friend who wanted to get to know you. you’ve never had that happen to you before, being wanted, so you began talking to him. he was so sweet, a cute, shy boy who’s fails at flirting and romantic gestures were extremely charming. he swept you off your feet quickly, taking you on many dates and buying many gifts for you. this dragged on for a long time, and you were so happy to have someone by your side that you didn’t even think of the fact that he never asked to make it official until your friend brought it up. thinking things were going well, you called him and suggested giving your relationship a title. immediately his line went silent, giving you no response, only being able to hear his hyperventilating, before he hung up. you texted him and called many times, begging him to tell you what was up, but it all fell on deaf ears as he eventually blocked you on everything. you were left heartbroken without closure, only hearing what happened when a friend of his reached out, apologizing on his behalf. allegedly, he said he was too scared to have a real relationship and couldn’t be a boyfriend to you. you couldn’t believe your ears, or, eyes. he made you feel so loved, so seen, all for him to back out because he was too scared to love, too unready.
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omniphilic · 25 days ago
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Oh my god I am so interested in milf readers’ dynamic with amber after she finds out abt the affair . If you’re taking requests i would love to see this, esp if reader has a child w Mark . Lord the teaa
Y’all are so locked in to MILF reader ruining her relationship with Amber so bad it makes me laugh 😭😭
She forgot something in the kitchen. Must’ve been about fifteen seconds since she reached the end of the hall before she remembered and doubled back.
But fifteen seconds? Mark can do a lot in that kind of time.
In fifteen seconds he’s slotted himself behind you at the counter, hands on your hips and groin pressed to you as he whispers something in your ear he certainly doesn’t need to be all up on you to say. You’re not stopping him either, coming to greet the hand on his waist with a palm just as eager. She can’t believe her eyes.
Truly gut wrenching, really, seeing Mark so comfortable with you in that moment. Light conversation dots the air that feels more natural than any she’s ever had with Mark, to the point where she almost feels like she’s intruding.
It’s honestly terrible. There’s nothing you can do or say because by the time you turn around she’s already gone. She isn’t going to argue with Mark about anything—his betrayal doesn’t hurt a fraction as bad as yours does, and there would probably be a screaming match shortly after she takes off. It’s mostly her tearing you a new asshole. You’re a home wrecking slut and Amber really thinks you should know that.
Mark is a piece of shit but that’s a donkey for another day, I feel like she is more okay with letting him go but would probably dress him down, maybe. Not the night she finds you two, but some time after she’s had time to gather her thoughts.
Mark knows a war’s coming cause Amber doesn’t talk to him for three days straight.
It’s not an argument, not really. I don't know if anyone gets a dressing down worse than you—I'm sure she'd have a very tear-eyed conversation with Mark lambasting him, but the betrayal between the two of you is more real and more tangible than anything.
Amber would go low to no contact with reader if her and Mark got openly romantically involved. It’s good Amber's already gone upstate and met her new boyfriend, who she’d likely confide in about the whole situation with Mark.
I think the relationship is incredibly dividing. Like Amber lowkey gets ostracized because William would see where she’s coming from but still wanna shoot the shit with Mark; Eve would be more likely to hold Mark accountable but probably still talk to him here and there. She’d be open to reconciliation MAYBE but only because she expects your little ‘fling’ to crash and burn sooner rather than later.
It doesn’t help that you are kind of fucking awesome—that makes the whole thing way more complicated, but still, everyone agrees it was super fucked up.
But you two seem so happy together, too. Amber has you and Mark blocked on every social platform known to man because she cannot stand seeing you two kissing over anniversary cakes, or about your breakfast in Paris that ended with dinner in Rome. She wouldn't care about what you guys were doing, but if you two ended up having a kid together I don't think she'd be in contact with it.
Amber is just gone from you. I don't think you'd be the type to raise her entirely emotionally dependent on you, and once the situation comes to this point it's just kind of... over?
I can't see Amber really wanting to go see her sibling, unless the sibling has grown sentient enough to know what Mark and Reader did to Amber—to which the little one is going to revile you or... get over it, because without you two it's not like they'd be alive! So...
It's a whole thing, I think.
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