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Who do you belong to?

Steven Grant x Fem!Reader

Summary; it has been a week since your obsession with Moon Knight started and Steven have had enough, it's time that he showed you and Marc who you really belong to.

Tags; established relationship, smut, 18+ content, swearing, fingering, cunnilingus, piv, unprotected sex, breeding kink and dry humping if you squint, doggy style, dacryphilia, a mix of mean and soft dom!Steven, jealous Steven is a menace and I love it, slutty y/n, exhibitionist, y/n discovering new kinks, a bit of angst and fluff, it's kinda toxic, I'm making Donna an official warning from now on

Word count; 5,1k

A/n; the smut scene is inspired by a wet dream of mine, what can I say? I'm a whore.

Also a special thank you for my beloved, @friendlyneighbourhood-parker for beta reading this! <3

Hope you guys enjoyed this!

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"So, I've searched the internet and look at what I found."

Steven sigh softly, forcing a smile to his lip as he watched you pulled out your phone and showed him the screen with a giddy smile, too excited to notice how his face was lanced with annoyance.

"This is him, moon knight!" you exclaimed excitedly, "I've finally found some pictures of him with a good quality."

You flipped your phone, looking at the picture of Moon Knight that was caught on one of the random streets of london.

"I wonder why didn't he joined the Avengers?"

You wondered out loud, that question has always been on your mind, the Avengers were the good guy, always saving people and now the planet left and right, why didn't moon knight joined them if he did the very same thing as them?

"Well," Steven started, picking up yet another item before turning his back to placed them on the shelf, "maybe, just maybe, he wanted to work alone? Free from all of those rules that binds him?" his tried to hard to act casual but there's just something about how excited you were about his alter that annoyed him.

Shrugging your shoulders at his answer, you swiped your screen showing yet another picture of Marc in his suit. "Look at this one though!"

Steven looked back at you, secretly rolling his eyes when you weren't paying attention, what's so special of Marc's suit anyway? His was so much better.

"You think so Steven?" his alter's face suddenly appeared behind you, smirking smugly as he stared at your excited face, humming slightly. "she didn't seem to agree. No?"

Steven threw him a glare, flickering his gaze towards you, slightly frowning when he saw your smiling face that was the evident that you do think that Marc's suit is cool, but that's just because he's a hero, right? You've also never seen his full suit.

He blinked, the realization finally hits him. That's right, you've never seen him in action before! That's why you're so hooked on Marc's suit.

Smirking lightly at his alter when the thought pass his mind, you didn't know that Steven is also a superhero, he's sure that you'll think his suit is cooler than Marc's if you knew.

"Oh?" his alter's voice snapped him out of his trance, "and how would you tell her?" he continued, smirking down at him as he took a step closer. "by telling her you're also moon knight?" he teased and let out a fake gasp while covering his smirking lips. "Oh, I'm sorry. I mean Mr. Knight."

Steven clenched his fist, seeing his reaction only made the smirk on Marc's face grew wider, he knew he didn't have to be such an asshole towards his alter but he's just so pissed off by the fact that he couldn't have you.

He didn't want to admit it but deep down he knew that he's jealous of Steven. His life, his personality and most importantly his lover, you.

What could he do except teased Steven? It all started as a joke when you were telling Steven, who is your boyfriend about the night you've had with him, you were smiling so brightly and the light in your eyes gave him a reason to love his role as Khonshu's fist of vengeance.

It didn't stopped there, no, he really thought this 'phase' of your fan girling would maybe lasted three days max so he didn't really put any mind to it, but you kept on going and it has been a week since that day.

He felt the hope slowly rooted inside his heart, budding like a seed that has slowly taking it's roots and bloomed into something much more stronger than he could ever imagined.

How could it not? Imagine a week full of your constant excitement, when everytime his alias left your lips, he felt the goosebumps on his skin, sometimes he imagined how his name would rolled on your pretty tongue.

Marc was never a selfish man, but now that you've come to the picture, he really thought he had changed.

He had always wondered how would you reacted if you knew who he is, if you knew about his and Steven's condition and he couldn't help but let his mind wondered further.

Would he have a chance with you if you knew? Are you open to the idea of having two boyfriends? You would, wouldn't you? after all, he is your hero.

Steven suddenly stood up, startling not only Marc but also you.

"Steven? What's wrong?" you questioned your boyfriend, your voice was lanced with worry when you saw how deep he had furrowed his eyebrows, not at you but behind you.

You bit your lip. Suddenly the thought of his manager passed your mind. Fuck, Is Donna there?

You looked back, finding that nobody is there, not even a tourist in sight.

Furrowing your eyebrows before looking back at your boyfriend who's already staring down at you. He still didn't answer your question, that's not like him at all.

Steven is someone who always, you mean always put you up first before anything and this isn't like him to just ignore your question. Sure you've seen him out of character way even before you've even dated, is this one of those moments? Or are you overreacting?

"Baby, what's-" Steven didn't even let you finished your sentence. He stood up, turning his back before walking away, leaving you with your mouth still opened.

Now you're sure that you're not overreacting, he's definitely ignoring you. Oh no, what did you do? Did you made some sort of mistake? Did you offended him? The negative thoughts keep piling inside your mind the longer he kept his mouth shut.

You gulped, gluing your eyes to his broad back, you saw that he went to the back and opened a door. Is that a secret door? How come the Egypt section have so much interesting stuff going on, why is your section so boring?

He looked back at you, his frown never leaving his face. He gestured his head to the side as if to tell you to come inside making you shifted your eyes to your surroundings, scanning for anyone that is near, you didn't know but you felt like nobody should see you walked inside there.

"Come here." he said- no, that was an order. You gulped once again, nodding your head before standing up on your feet and hurriedly walked towards him, eyes never leaving his chocolate colored one as you stepped inside the small room.

You looked around, there wasn't really anything there, just some old and out of date items that were either broken or dirty, there's also an old wooden wardrobe inside with a very dirty mirror.

The room was very small and it had a lone table in the middle of it with a bulb that flickered once in a while, it's not that bright either.

Too busy with your observations, you didn't even realized that Steven had already closed the door, looking intensely at your backside before he swiftly locked the wooden door behind him with a loud 'click' sound. That's when you realized your situation.

"Steven, what's going on?" you turned your body to his direction, nervously laughing, you unconsciously took a step back when he strode closer to you.

You didn't know why you're intimidated by him, he's your boyfriend, your sweet sweet Steven he couldn't harm you, right?

Your back hit the side of the table and you gripped them hard in response, gulping down as his larger figure loomed over yours. Has he always been this big? How could you have not realized this before?

He shook his head, gently leaning closer making your breath hitched in your throat, you uncounciously leaned backwards, trying to maintain the distance between you. This is making you more nervous, why is he so quiet?

"Do you really like Moon Knight that much?" he finally asked, you let out a breath that you didn't knew you're holding, all the nervousness washed away with a single sentence from him.

You opened your mouth and let out a weak laugh, "did you really pulled me to the side because you're jealous?" shaking your head to the side at his behavior. You finally took a step closer, the feeling of nervousness that has reside in your chest washing away and was replaced with a warm feeling instead, you brought your hand to the sides of his face, "hm?" tilting your head with a big smile plastered on your face, "That's really cute."

He gripped both of your hand that rested on his cheeks, nodding his head with an even deeper frown.

"Right, I'm jealous." he admitted, chocolate eyes never leaving yours when he said that, "you're mine, aren't you?"

"You already know the answer."

"Then why are you always talking about some guy with a suit?"

Once the words left his mouth, he mentally cringed at his own behavior. He lowered his head, he decided to look at your shoe instead of your face. He's embarrassed, how could he said that to your face? That was really childish of him. Now, you'll think he's some man-baby that needed attention. No, what if you suddenly left him because of it?!

You saw the look on his face, you knew that look, he always had that look when his mind started to wondered away into the dark little corner inside his brain.

You Don't want that, you lifted his face so that he could meet your eyes, you softly smiled at him. "Steven, you know that you own me, right?"

Slowly he looked up, boring his eyes into yours and you saw it, the doubt that clouded his beautiful chocolate eyes that you adore so much.

"Do I?" he asked after a second of hesitation, his voice was barely above whispers. He gulped, letting out a breath as he repeated the question, louder this time, "Do I truly own you just like you said?"

You hurriedly answer him, "Of course." not even wasting a second. You leaned closer, rubbing the skin on his cheek as you let your eyes wondered down to his lips for a moment before drifting back to his eyes.

"Nothing, I mean nothing, could change that fact." you smiled brightly at him, he couldn't even stop the words that escaped his lips afterwards.

"Then prove it to me," he demanded, leaning closer to you, "right here," he looked down at your lips as he continued his sentence. "right now." you gulped, "can you do that?" unconsciously biting your bottom lip while he bit his own.

You wasted no time and pulled him closer, in a hurry to taste the lips of your sweet lover. There's just something different about Steven today. The way he kissed you was different, it wasn't slow and sensual like he usually does but rough and passionate instead, as if he's trying to proof a point and to be honest, you loved the new pace that he set.

You were moaning through the kiss, a surprised gasp escaped your lips once he suddenly grasped both of your hips, squeezing them softly, humming lowly he gave another lick into the kiss and pulled away.

You whined when he did that, opening your eyes, you stared at his lips as you desperately chases after them.

He lowly chuckled and lifted you up easily as if you weight nothing, placing you on the lone little table in the middle of the small room, he put his hand between your thighs, "open." he whispered beside your ears, his hot breath was fanning your skin, making the hair on your skin stood up.

You obeyed, but when you didn't do it fast enough he gripped both of your thighs and pried them open himself, gesturing his head forward to let you know he wanted you to lay down flat on the table.

You couldn't say or do anything, not that you wanted too, Steven has never been this mesmerizing and demanding before and you felt like you were hypnotized by this change of him, so you obeyed him without any question asked.

"Aren't you a good girl?" he taunted, lifting your skirts up slowly, letting his fingertips teased your skin, you could felt the goosebumps when he did that.

He gently pulled your panties down, eyes never left yours in an intense eye contact, you unconsciously nodded, agreeing to his words earlier.

"I want you to be quiet, can you do that for me?" his voice sounded calm but at the same time very demanding. Before you could answer him, his hand was already spreading your pussy open, chuckling as you let out a surprised gasp when he put one of his thick fingers in.

If he wanted he could ruin you with just one of his finger and he knew that. You were trying your best to stay calm and quiet, but how could you when the only thing that you could felt and heard was the way that his fingers were deliciously pumping in and out of you as your pussy let out the most embarrassingly wet sound that you've ever heard in your life.

"Steven-" you accidentally let out a loud moan, making him shook his head with a disappointed expression painted his gorgeous face.

"Shush now, we don't want the people outside to," he put another finger in, fastening his pace as the smirk on his face widened when you bit the back of your hand to muffled the moan. "hear anything."

You eagerly nodded, gulping the saliva that polled on the back of your throat. He purposely pushed his fingers deeper inside and leaned down, eyes boring deep into your already stained with tears one.

He looked down to your parted and bruised lips, feeling his own dried up by the sight, opening your legs wider, he stood between them, gripping your inner thigh hard as he leaned down to meet your lips in the middle.

He shallowed your moans while tightening the grip on your inner thighs again, you're sure it'll leave a mark but you couldn't careless, not with the way his fingers fucked into you making your head spins and the thought of him is the only thing that is in your muddled brain right now.

His half hooded eyes only stared and focused on your full on desperate expression, eagerly watching every twitch of changes your face made.

he pulled away far enough to speak, "You close, love?" he teasingly murmured, brushing his lips against yours with every word, cocking one of his eyebrows at you. You let out a quiet "yes" that followed with a moan right after.

Suddenly there's a voice behind the locked door, halting his movement all together. He looked back while you bit the back of your hand, mentally cursing whoever that's behind that old wooden door.

Your mind was racing with thousands of scenarios and the rapid heartbeat in your chest didn't help either.

Who's that? Is that Donna? Please, don't let it be that nosy Walmart Adele.

"Stevie?" fuck, it really is Donna. It looked like the fun time is over, you groaned in annoyance, placing both of your elbows on the either sides of your body to support your upper body.

Suddenly Steven began to move his fingers again, slowly teasing your clit this time, you caught yourself hissing at the contact.

You threw a confused look at your boyfriend, he looked back and leaned towards you, brushing his lips with yours. "I need to taste you, love." he murmured, you tried to protest but he put his index finger on your lips in a shushing manner instead, "all you have to do is be a good girl, just as you were earlier." he picked up his pace, rubbing your clit faster.

"Steven, please-" you choked a sob, trying your hardest to maintained the voices from spilling out of your lips but the sound of your wet slick underneath was making you self conscious, it's so loud and sounded so lewd, what if Donna hears them?

"Stevie!" Donna's voice sirened loud in your ears, you gripped Steven's shoulders as he stared deep into yours not even flinching when he heard her voice calling his name.

"Are you my good girl, sweetheart?" your slowly nodded your head, does he not care about his manager outside? "then act like it." your breath hitched when the words left his lips, feeling your stomach stirs with lust, you gripped his shoulders harder, your hair falling down and covered your face.

Steven panicked slightly, how could he said that to you? It just spilled out of his lips without a thought, did that offended you? No, he didn't mean that.

"Love, I'm sorry, I didn't-" he brushed your hair aside, placing them behind your ears, finally catching the blush on your cheeks that you've tried to hide behind your locks.

He gulped, feeling something inside him stirs widely, biting his lower lip he tried his hardest to held himself back from ravaging you.

"Did you like that?" he questioned, tilting his head to see your expression better, "Do you like it when I'm mean to you, darling?" he repeated when you didn't answer him.

You stay silent, only opting to nodded your head without another word, shutting your mouth tightly as you felt the embarrassment seeping through, did you really just discovered a new kink right now?

"Look at me." your heart felt heavy with embarrassment, but you forced yourself to shifted your gaze to meet his.

"Say it."

"What?"

"Say that you like it."

You gulped, biting your lower lip softly before bracing yourself, "I-" you kept telling yourself that it's not like you to shy away but how could you not when the look Steven's giving you right now made you felt small and God he's just so hot that you felt even more nervous.

"I like it," you started, wetting your lip while his chocolate colored eyes followed your every move, "I like it when you're mean to me, Steven." he let out a low groan when you finally admitted it. He couldn't take it anymore.

"Lay down." you blinked your eyes in confusion, "I said," he lowered his voice but his voice was as demanding as before, "lay. down." it came out as a whisper but it was enough to make the hair on your skin stood up.

You obeyed, nervously letting your eyes wondered on his face while he focused his gaze on your glistening cunt.

His breathing started to get heavy just by the sight of it, "such a pretty little cunt," he breathes, softly trailing his fingers down, barely gracing your clit before leaning his whole body down, using his fingers to spread you open so lewdly. "And it's all mine." he lowly growled, glancing upwards to the small glass on the old wardrobe behind you, meeting his alter's eyes with a slight glare where Marc was throwing his own glare st him.

Steven shifted his gaze when he felt the touch on his cheek, you were looking at him needily while biting your lip as you slowly lift your hips up to met his lips, he couldn't fight the smile on his face from forming.

He cooed at you, lifting one of your thighs and kissing the inner part of it before biting them hard, leaving his own teeth mark, you hissed in response while he continued to kiss his way down to the place that you so desperately needed him to be.

"Steven, baby, please." you begged him, all the shyness and nervousness was thrown out of the window and he finally gave you what you want, placing his tongue flat on your already dripping cunt, sucking your clit softly before he picked up his pace, sucking them like a thirsty man who had just been given water.

You uncounciously rutted your hips forward to meet his tongue, as if he isn't close enough to satisfy you.

You wanted more, you needed more of him. More, more, more.

Nothing else mattered, not where you are right now, not even Donna who you didn't even knew if she's still out there or not. None of that.

The only thing that mattered right now is the way that his tongue danced between your wet lower lips as he gripped and mounted both of your thighs that rested between his head.

"Baby, fuck." you breathe, gripping his hair hard and tugging them closer to you making him let out a low groan that send vibrations to your sensitive pussy.

You felt him lick lower, entering your hole with his tongue and moved them inside making you clenched around them immediately.

"G-god, keep doing that." you looked down, staring at his blissed out expression as he ravaged your pussy, he made it looked like your taste was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted in his whole life.

You furrowed your eyebrows, how can he be from a sweet boyfriend to a sex god in mere seconds? How could he eat pussy this good? It was hard to believe that he was a virgin until recently.

He gripped your thighs tighter, snapping you out of your trace, he shook his head to the side, letting his nose rubbed your sensitive bundle of nerves all while he worked his tongue in and out of you, you rolled your eyes back, gripping his hair tighter in response.

He finally opened his eyes, chocolate colored one looking straight at your own while he worked his tongue wonders inside you, you let out a broken sob when he particularly pushed his nose hard to your clit.

"'m close, 'm close, baby!" you bit your bottom lip hard, trying your hardest to keep your voice down. Gripping his hair tighter making him let out yet another low groan that vibrates through his mouth to you and that does it.

You placed you palm in front of your mouth, rolling your eyes and hips towards his tongue as you creamed all over his mouth, riding your high as he let you set your own pace, sighing dreamily as he leapt all the juices that you've just let out, not even leaving a single drop.

You hissed, your pussy were becoming oversensitive and Steven was not helping with the way he's still hungrily devouring your pussy.

"Baby, baby, need you, need you so bad-" you groaned, repeating the words over and over again as you tried to pull him away from your cunt, he looked at you for a moment before licking your clit for the last time and stood up.

"You're so good, baby." you panted, opening your arms wide for him to indulge himself in your embrace, "So good for me," you whispered beside his ears, softly licking the soft spot on his ears as he groaned and rutted his hard clothed cock into you.

He's rutting into you heavily until you can almost feel every inch of his cock through the heavy fabric separating you both.

"Are you satisfied with just this, Steven?" you tempted, "we don't have much time left." once again licking his earlobe making him let out a soft moan, he abruptly held your hips, pulling away before he hurriedly unzipped his jeans and whipped his cock out.

It was already so hard, it even looked angry. The tip was swollen and leaking with pre-cum, you followed the pre-cum down his length, down to his popping veins and you clenched your thighs at the sight of it.

You opened your legs wide, his gaze fell down as your fingers spread open your pussy lips and watched his cock twitched by the sight of it, he couldn't look away.

You smirked, it would be fun to tease him a little, right? Slowly you let your fingers dipped down, circling your clit as you breathlessly moaned his name, dipping your already wet fingers inside.

"This isn't enough, Steven." you whined, pumping your fingers in and out as your half lidded eyes stared at his lustful expression. "I need you, I need your cock in me."

Suddenly you felt him gripped your waist and turned you around, you didn't even had enough time to reacted except gasping in surprised when he plunged right into you without warning, you let out a strained groan and he did the same.

"Oh, oh, love." he gasped, feeling your walls tightened around him perfectly, as if it was molded to the shape of his cock. "You feel so good."

You only responded with a moan, but it was louder than expected so he quickly leaned down, laying his chest on your back and place his palm in front of your mouth.

"Shhh, don't be so loud." he whispered beside your ears, snapping into you with a hard pace, you gripped the table, fuck, why is he so hot?

He lowly chuckled, feeling your walls clenched around him. "We're discovering quiet a lot today, yeah?" he kissed your ear as he spoke, once he's sure you gets it, he let your mouth go and gripped the both of your waist and started to thrusted his hips forward.

"Steven, baby, baby, please!"

You groaned lowly, placing a hand in front of your mouth again, while one of your hand gripped the table harder as he mercilessly pound into you.

He gritted his teeth and threw his head back, gulping as he looked down and stared at the place where you were both connected, with his cock filling you up and how wet it was smeared with your juices.

It was such a lewd sight and he couldn't take his eyes off of it. "I know, love." he plunged into you particularly hard when he saw the way your body shook, he found the spot. "I know."

He looked up and caught the glimpse of his frowning alter. Oh? Steven raised an eyebrow at him, but Marc's gaze were solely focused on your blissed, drunken expression.

So, he wanted to watch? Fine, Steven would put up a special show just for his alter to see.

He lowered himself and put a hand on your clit, "that's it, love." he whispered, eyes still glued to the glass where his alter stood. "does this feel good?" he continued, circling your clit and pressing them with his fingertips.

You gasped, letting out a small breathless, "yes!" to him. "Nobody fucks this cunt like I do, yeah?" you nodded and closed your eyes, feeling the tears seeping right through your eyelids by how good he's fucking you right now. "Who's pussy is this?" he questioned, you tried so hard to hold the feeling on your stomach from snapping, you want to cum with him. "y-yours." you let out a chocked sobbed.

Marc furrowed his eyebrows at his alter's behavior, finally looking at his face before glaring daggers at him, Steven is doing this on purpose, Steven is showing him this because he wanted him to watch how Steven is owning you right in front of him.

"Who do you belong to?"

"You! Only you, Steven!"

That line was like a bullet that plunged right into his chest, leaving a bloody wound that couldn't be seen by the naked eye. Marc finally looked away, disappearing from the reflection of the glass and Steven couldn't feel his presence in the headspace either.

Steven smirked, he had won.

He looked away and kissed your ears, "let go, love." he said softly and just like that you snapped, he placed a hand on your nape, tilting your head to face him and kissed you hard, shallowing the scream that you're about to let out.

You let yourself go by the guide of his voice, he could felt himself getting closer too, he had been holding himself back and now that Marc's gone he don't think he could last long, not when your pussy was cleching around him so delicious, as if you're greedily milking everything that he had to offer.

With a few more sloppy thrust he came, pushing his hips deep into yours as he spilled all of his hot cum inside of you, "oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!" moaning into your mouth.

Both of your breathing is heavy, you closed your eyes, feeling his hot and sweaty skin on yours as you tried to calm yourself from the high.

He looked at you, smiling lovingly before whispering a small, "I love you." You couldn't even fight the smile from forming, "I love you more, Steven." you whispered back, leaning in to kiss your lover again.

It started light and soft but Steven slowly started to move his hips again, pumping into you slowly while you moaned to the kiss.

Suddenly Donna's voice rang behind the old wooden door, snapping you both out of your blissed state.

"Stevie! Where in the bloody hell are you?!"

You and Steven stared at each other, placing your index finger in a shushing manner before giggling to each other not even caring on how sweaty and tired you guys are.

"This was fun," you said, "but we have to stop now." he nodded, forcing himself to pull out of you and helped you on your feet, placing you on top of the table while you get yourself comfortable.

"We should do it again sometimes,"

He laughed, shaking his head as he fixed his pants and shirt. "Should we?"

You raised your eyebrows teasingly at his response, pulling him by his waistband and tried to brushed the wrinkles away from his shirt. "Yeah, yeah. Now, where's my panties?"

You looked down but Steven had already picked the piece of underwear, tracing your skin softly he pried your thighs open again, looking deep into your eyes as he put on your panties for you, but not before using his fingers to pushed his cum inside.

"Don't let it dripped out," you gasped at his action, gripping his shoulders yet again. "people would get suspicious." He whispered before tidying your skirts for you.

"You cheeky bastard."

You playfully glared at him, while he smiled giddily in response, kissing your forehead lovingly.

"Your cheeky bastard, love."

You laughed, wrapping your hands around his neck and pecked his lips.

"That's right, mine."

You and him giggled into the kiss when you heard Donna's voice once again complaining from your spot.

"We really should get going."

He said that but he's still pecking your lips repeatedly, "Steven," you whined at him, he sniffled a laugh, "Alright, alright."

You threw a playfull glare at him and tried to stand but you almost fell because you can't feel your legs. Steven of course caught you before you fell down, looking down at you worriedly, did he tire you out?

"Steven?"

"Yes love?"

"I don't think I could walk."

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7ndipity · 7 months

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Serendipity pt.2: 8months, 2 weeks, 6 days ago

Namjoon x Reader

Summary: A recap of how Joon and Y/n met.

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: swearing,

A/N: Yay, we finally got part 2! I don’t have a ton to say yet as we’re still just getting started, but I hope you like it!

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8 months, 2 weeks, 6 days ago

(Namjoon)

May

Namjoon eased his way carefully through the cramped aisles of the little book shop, the faint scent of worn paperbacks and hardcovers and quiet 90s music a comforting escape from the buzz of the streets outside.

He had wandered in while trying to find a gift for a friend’s birthday, but had quickly gotten distracted as he scanned the titles, lured into adding a few more volumes to his ever expanding to be read shelf at home.

Stepping back to get a better view of one of the higher shelves, he startled as he accidentally collided with another person, stepping on their foot and making them drop the books they were holding.

“Shit, I am so sorry! Are you okay?!” He asked, catching hold of the stand of art prints he nearly sent toppling over as he staggered back.

“I’m fine.” You said with a laugh, quieting as you caught the disapproving eye of the older woman behind the counter. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m good.” He replied, finally stilling long enough to take in your features, staring for slightly too long before catching himself. “Uh, here, let me help you with those”

He quickly knelt to gather up the items you’d dropped, trying to shake himself out of his sudden flustered state.

“Oh,” He frowned as he gingerly lifted a particularly tattered volume, the spine nearly split down the center. “I think I owe you a new book.” He said apologetically.

“It was already kinda like that, that’s why I wanted it.” You said taking it from him.

“Really?”

“Yeah, I like finding old books that need a little love and patching them up, gives ‘em character.” You explained, adding it back to your stack.

He glanced at the cover again. “Jane Eyre?”

“Mhm, It’s one of my favorites.” You said.

“I’ve never read it.” He admitted.

“Really? Well then, here.” You handed the worn copy to him.

“But I thought you wanted it?” He asked, looking at you.

“I was just getting it because it looked like it needed a home, but I think I found it one with you.” You said grinning at him.

He returned your smile. “Thank you.”

“No problem.” You replied, turning to make your way to the counter.

“Wait!” He said, struck with a sudden idea, ducking back around one of the shelves before returning with another book in hand, passing it to you. “Here.”

“Murakami?” You asked, glancing up at him curiously.

“Mhm.” He nodded. “You gave me one of your favorites, let me return the favor.”

“Cute, I like that.” You grinned. “Thank you.”

“Namjoon.” He offered.

“Thank you, Namjoon.”

The two of you made your way to the counter together, reluctant to let your conversation end.

“So, what are you doing after this?” He asked.

“Nothing, why?”

“I was just wondering if you might wanna get a coffee or something?” He offered, hopeful.

You glanced at him, contemplating for a second before nodding. “Okay.”

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“Wait so, what’s your name?” He asked as you walked along.

“Hmm,” You thought, locking him in with a mischievous smirk. “Guess.”

“What?” He laughed. “Why?”

“I don’t know, just guess.” You replied, biting back a chuckle of your own at his bemused expression.

“Okay, fine.” He turned to face you, studying you for a long moment before drawing a blank.

“Cass?” He offered weakly.

You couldn’t hold in the snort of laughter that slipped out. “Cass?!”

“What? I’m not good at these kinds of games!” He laughed as well.

“Nope, we’re going with Cass, I like it.”

...

“Okay, let me try again.” He sat back, studying you for a moment. Your eyes follow him curiously, a small grin playing at your lips.

You had been sitting together in the corner of the tiny coffee shop for the better part of two hours now, conversation flowing easily between the two of you, talking about everything from work to family to dreams, repeatedly returning to the little guessing game you had created.

“Well?” You asked, shaking him out of his trance.

“Oh, um, I think you have at least one sister?”

“Nope.” You shook your head, making him sigh in defeat. “But people say my roommate and I look like sisters, so I’ll give you half a point.”

“Agh, why am I so bad at this?” He complained, letting his hands fall onto the table with a thud.

“You’re overthinking it.” You chuckled. “You gotta go with your gut feeling and not question it.”

“I don’t know if that’s such a good idea.” He admitted.

“Why?”

“Because I would've kissed you like three times by now.”

You leaned back in your seat, brows raised in surprise at his sudden forwardness.

“Alright, my turn. You said, redirecting the conversation. “I think… you’re in a relationship.”

He shrugged. “Kinda.”

“What is kinda?”

He sighed. “She moved out, took all of her stuff back to her old place, but I’m still her date for her parents anniversary party.”

“Sounds like a soft breakup.”

“It’s happened before, a couple times. I leave, she leaves, but somehow we always just…?”

“Keep coming back?” You finish for him.

“Yeah.” He nodded.

You shrugged. “Could be fate?”

“I don’t believe in that kind of stuff.” He shook his head.

“Why not?”

“Because doesn’t it kinda defeat the purpose of life?” He asked. “If everything is predestined, then what’s the point of trying?”

“I don’t think that’s how it works.” You stirred your drink as you tried to explain. “I think the universe gives us little signs or signals towards things that can be helpful or useful to us, but how we follow those clues is totally up to us.”

He nodded, but didn’t comment, thinking.

You studied him for a moment before speaking again “I think you’re a good boyfriend.” You said kindly.

“I’m not so sure about that.” He responded quietly.

“I am.”

“Why?”

“Because you would’ve kissed me like three times by now.” You said plainly, making him flush red. “Alright, Favorite word?”

…

It was dark by the time you stepped back out onto the now artificially lit streets, having stayed at the cafe until it had emptied and the staff had to tell you it was near closing time.

“You know, maybe you should give me your number, just in case?” Namjoon said as you walked.

“In case of what?” You looked at him quizzically.

“I don’t know, life.” He said. “I had a really great time with you, I don’t want to leave it up to fate to find you again.”

“That’s not a bad idea actually.” You said.

“What is?”

“Letting fate help figure out if we’re supposed to meet again.”

He gaped at you. “You can’t be serious.”

“Why not?” You asked. “I said earlier that you needed to trust your gut more, this will be a good exercise!”

“You’re insane.” He said, shaking his head at you in disbelief.

“How about this,” You said, fishing into your shopping bag from earlier. “We take the books we picked for each other, and once we’ve read them, we’ll write our names and info in them, and then sell them to a used bookstore and see if we can find them.”

“Which store?”

You grinned.

“You’re not gonna tell me, this is ridiculous!” He exclaimed. “I just had one of the best evenings of my life and you want to leave it up to chance?!”

“Yes.” You chuckled. “If it’s fate, we’ll find each other again.”

“That’s not how it works though!” He insisted. “You’re not even living here full time yet, you think fate’s just gonna drop you in my lap again like today?”

“Yes, you just have to trust it.” You said. “Besides, I think the chances of us running into each other again are pretty high.”

Namjoon wanted to argue with you more, but he could see that you wouldn’t move on this.

“Fine.” He said reluctantly.

“Okay.” You smiled at him. “Then we’ll say bye for now?”

He nodded, still not believing he was going along with this.

You turned to walk away, only going a few yards before turning back to him.

“By the way,” You called, making his head whip back up quickly. “My name’s Y/n, not Cass.” You said, turning and ducking across the busy street, quickly getting lost from his sight in the crowd.

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January

8 months, 2 weeks, 6 days.

That’s how long it’d been since he made what he fears was the biggest mistake of his life, letting you walk away.

He stared out the window of the cafe, at the same table that you’d shared that evening, the January chill seeming to color the air a faint gray-blue, hoping against his own previous skepticism that fate might give second chances.

#namjoon drabble #namjoon x y/n #namjoon x reader #namjoon fluff #namjoon scenario #namjoon series #bts series #bts x y/n #bts x reader #bts fluff #bts fanfic #serendipity series #7ndipity

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Chicken and Conversation - Part 7 of Serendipity

Part 7 of the Serendipity series

Title: Chicken and Conversation Rating: PG Fandom: John Wick Warnings: None really for this chapter. Summary: Toni and John make dinner. Also on ao3 and ffn

It’s not hard to follow her home.

John watches as she greets everyone on her way. She stops to talk to the homeless, offering leftovers from her bakery and knows more people by name than he would have guessed. He waits until she’s at her door before moving closer. She stops though before she opens it.

“You can come in,” she calls out. For a moment, he thinks she’s talking to someone else. She waits and when he moves forward, into the light, it takes her a moment before her eyes find him. She smiles when she sees him. “I thought that was you. Come on in.”

“That you Toni?”

He turns, hand reaching for his gun. Toni places her hand on his arm, halting the action as she grins at the woman looking out the door next to hers.

“Delores! How are you?”

The older woman peers at John before she turns her attention back to Toni. “Good. Our place is flourishing. Delilah and Isabel asked me to invite you this weekend. We’re planning the fundraiser for the home. Will you be there?”

“Of course. I’ll bring something to eat.”

“Dear, you bring yourself. You spoil us.”

“You’re taking care of children who need you, Delores. The least I can do is bring some snacks.”

Delores waves her hand, seemingly frustrated at losing an argument she knew she wasn’t going to win.

“Goodnight, Delores,” Toni calls out, teasingly.

“Goodnight Antonia.”

Toni ushers John into the house. “That was my neighbour,” she tells him. “Delores.”

“So I heard,” he says.

“She runs a group home for kids. Her daughters, Delilah and Isabel help. They’ve welcomed children of all ages from all backgrounds. It’s wonderful.”

“You protect them too?”

“Of course. You hungry? I’ll make dinner.” She hangs up her stuff, places the basket she’s carrying down and heads further in. “Take a look around. You can join me when you’re ready.”

She leaves him there.

John looks around. It’s not a large house, but it feels welcoming. It feels like a home. Pictures line the walls of people he’s never seen before. There is an older couple featured in many of them. She shares some of their traits.

The living room he passes is a mass of colour and comfort. John has been many places over the years but few come close to this place. It’s not the appearance, it’s the one living here.

He goes to find Toni.

“Good, come grab a knife. You can be my sous chef.”

He takes off his jacket, rolling up his sleeves before he joins her. She motions for him to pick a knife of his choice out of the block.

“It’s just a simple stir fry. I already got the rice cooking, but you can start with the carrots and broccoli. They tend to go in first.”

“You often invite guests to cook?”

“Only if I know they’ll be helpful,” she grins. She moves about the kitchen, pulling out more vegetables from her fridge and a pack of chicken.

John glances at the door, still wary if someone followed him, but the reminder of the man that broke into her shop, and what she did with him, is still fresh as is the news he’s heard about who’s been in her shop. “Heard you had a visitor.”

“The Adjudicator? Yeah, they stopped by.”

John stops cutting and turns to her. “What did they say?”

“A warning,” she offers. She pauses and looks at him. “I’ve already declared myself, John. I picked my side, planted my flag, however you want to say it. Don’t tell me not to.”

“It’s not safe.”

“I am perfectly safe, as are you. John, you have to decide if you’re okay with it. If I’m too much of a freak to be your friend, tell me. If you want me to rescind my protection, you need to let me know, but I hope you don’t.”

“It’s strange,” he says after a moment. “But I decided I better stick around.”

“Yeah?” she grins at him, hope clear across her face.

“Sure,” he nods. “Otherwise I’ll never have coffee as good as yours again.”

She laughs. “It’s always the coffee.” She moves back to what she was doing, pulling the chicken out and cutting it on a separate board.

“You have to explain the rules,” he tells her. “I’m in enough trouble as it is. Don’t want to make more enemies, ones that can make the floor eat me or pull my bones out from across the room.”

Toni laughs again. “I can do that,” she tells him. “But don’t worry. There aren’t too many out there that can make the floor eat you.”

“And the bones?”

“Well, there are more who can do that. As long as you don’t threaten or attack anyone unprovoked you’ll be fine. Others like me can sense the Blessings you have.”

“How many are there?”

“Others like me? Or blessings?”

“Both.”

She takes the carrots he’s been cutting and drops them in the pan she has heating. The oil pops but she doesn’t flinch. He brings her the broccoli. “Thanks.” She drops it in and stirs it before reaching for something else. “Can you cut the peppers?”

He turns away, going back to the cutting board. He shifts slightly so that she’s not completely at his back.

“I can’t say how many Witches there are. I don’t know for certain. Some bloodlines, like those with the same abilities I have, are not at all common. As you have a High Table, we have our Council. They work to protect and educate Witches around the world.” She moves and takes the chicken from where she was cutting it. “As for the Blessings, you had one on you when we met. I don’t know who did it, it doesn’t work like that. It’s been too long since it was last placed, but it was done by a Bone-Witch. Likely helped keep you alive all this time. I placed protection on your clothing that you sent out for cleaning. I also placed a Blessing on you the last time we met. Just for you to be safe from harm.”

“Why?”

Toni shrugs. “It felt right. I follow my instincts, John. They haven’t steered me wrong yet.”

They fall into silence. Toni doesn’t press for conversation as John thinks.

As they sit at the table, food plated and in front of each of them, John speaks again.

“Of all the…magic users out there, which ones are in the city? What am I most likely to run into here?”

“There are a couple like me but my sister is at school and my mother is not as active anymore. You have a few like my friend Fiona who can control and use the bones of people. If you meet a Bone-Witch, don’t lie to them. They know and you will get far more respect saying the truth they do not like instead of a well-meaning lie. Respect goes a long way.” She takes a bite before she continues. “It is far more common to meet a hedge witch. They use plants. Nothing as extreme as what I am capable of. They focus on healing.”

“Would they…could a hedge witch have healed my wife?”

Toni gives him a small smile. “There are many things we can do but death can only be delayed. At most they could have helped ease her passing. I’m sorry.”

He nods but does not press to continue the line of conversation. “Are there any Witches with the High Table?”

Toni gives a small laugh. “No. They would never.”

“Ok.”

“Makes things easier, doesn’t it?” she teases.

“A bit.”

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Leo the Lop (1978)

Story: Stephen Cosgrove -- Art: Robin James

#leo the lop #serendipity series #stephen cosgrove #robin james #1970s #70s #rabbits #animals #picture books #kid books #children's books #children's literature #kidlit

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Book Review: Seducing Fortune by Brinda Berry

This review was originally published on my website: www.hitchhikerbooks.com

Seducing Fortune by Brinda Berry reads like a high school showcase of improv theatre. It is comical in its clumsiness and lacks any continuity. In short, I would rather stick a pine cone up my arse than read another word of this drivel.

This book found its way onto my kindle when it was offered as a free download. Seducing Fortune is the third and final book in Berry’s Serendipity series. The story follows Emerson, an ex-stripper, who is attempting to navigate handling multiple jobs, attending college, falling for Dylan (her boss), as well as traversing the problems that come with having a father convicted of treason and the subsequent FBI investigation into her life. There is also a sister to look after and a stalker in the mix. (I swear I did not make up this synopsis).

I initially attempted to read this back in 2017 and it ended up on my DNF shelf. Then in 2020, I decided to try again as I had no recollection as to why I never finished it. I really wish I hadn’t. Berry’s characters are hollow to the point where this book is neither character nor plot-driven, but author-driven. Assuming I didn’t miss a section where everyone ingested psychedelics and suffered psychotic-breaks, the absence of character motivation has the protagonists making delusional decisions that have no foundation in reality; so you want to commit espionage? Was Saturn not in your stars? Did a rhinoceros fart and cause an earthquake in Azerbaijan? Or maybe it was Wednesday and someone didn’t wear pink?

***Spoiler*** Case in point: the FBI investigation sub-plot. A storyline that is so incredible that it has Dylan attempting to convince his close friend to commit treason just so that the leading lady isn’t mildly inconvenienced. A few pages later it is revealed that Toby (the third point in a poorly constructed love triangle) was planted into Emerson’s life as part of the investigation. Emerson’s response to this comes in the form of flirting and sarcastic quips. ***End Spoiler***

Having never read any of Berry’s previous works, I cannot attest to her integrity as a romance author, but this book reads as though she wanted to write a book that spanned multiple romance sub-genres but lacked the conviction to do so due to an impending deadline. The pacing of this book stalls at multiple points and relies entirely on the author to chopper-drop new elements or characters into the story to keep it going.

Furthermore, the book’s overall tension (and I use the word tension quite wrongly) is held together on the assumption that the characters never speak to each other for longer than 10 minutes, which is precisely what happens. Had the two leading characters sat down to talk in length at any point, the single strand of hair holding this story together would have disintegrated.

Reading this book is like being on the edge of group gossip; the story that you make up in your head with the information available to you is much better than the truth. So, if you enjoy never really knowing what is going on, being nauseated by character action, and continually asking questions like “Who the Fuck is Bailey?”, then this book just may be for you.

#book #book blog #book review #bookish #brinda berrry #serendipity series #seducing fortune

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‘Serendipity’

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“WHO COULD LOVE ME?” 🥺

#hpi #morgane alvaro #morgadec #adam karadec #morgane and karadec #karadec and morgane #morgane x karadec #karadec x morgane #haut potentiel intellectuel #hpi serie #hpi edit #hpi season 2 #2x08 #serendipity #morgadecedit

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todayisafridaynight · 2 years

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thinking about the rgg plushie announcement

#rgg #ryu ga gotoku #ryu ga gotoku 3 #yakuza series #yakuza 3 #yoshitaka mine #daigo dojima #minedai #snap sketches #im delusional theyd never make mine and/or daigo plushies but i can dream #the A design is winning by a whole year and im hoping its cause of the 3rd A design cause thats the only one worth it #the D designs (these) are so cute and appeal to me specifically so I Am Biased #either way if i eve stop being lazy ill just make my own plushies with the D design 😷 theyre just so cute #plus i was literally just talking about making my own mine plush for giggles so. Serendipity thanks rgg lmaoo

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So In my many rereads of the Home series, both by myself and with friends, I have noticed a lot of certain personality traits and little quirks that all have added up to one question that has been on my mind for a hot minute. I just gotta ask, is Mari written to be autistic??

Like as someone with autism, I have pieced together so many little autism coded things that Mari does (the first, and only thing really this late at night,coming to my head right now is the many infodumps, for example the one about plushies he gives Natalie in CGHA) but I never have been able to figure out if that was something done on purpose or just a happy little accident. I mean, I ain’t complaining as i do like that I can see myself in these traits and reading about em, but I just gonna know if it was intentional or not.

You know, you're not actually the first person to ask me this! And honestly, looking at some of his interests and behaviors, it could definitely line up with.

Though, I will confess that Mari wasn’t written with autism in mind. Mari’s behaviors, from his regression to his attachments, were based off of the results of childhood trauma. It’s peculiar to say, but some folks with childhood trauma or undiagnosed PTSD may display symptoms very similar to being on the spectrum. Of course, someone may be on the spectrum and receive ill treatment because of it, leading to trauma. Or someone may have autism and trauma and both are entirely unconnected.

I have no issue with anyone headcanoning that Mari is on the spectrum though. In fact, I think it’s great if someone can relate through that! But I don’t want to claim intention when I didn’t. That would feel cheap for me to do that, y’know?

So, happy accident! Just because I wasn't thinking about it when I was writing him doesn't discredit those connections. ^_^ I'm just so glad that you felt a connection with him!

#Marionette #The Puppet #Marion Afton #Home Series #Fnaf #Autism #Happy Accidents and Serendipity

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i was looking at the antivan map for reasons and i saw that they have a city called treviso and it was so funny. yeah, I'm gonna create this fantasy world full of fantasy countries and im gonna call it....[check notes]....boston? did i get a good grade in fantasy names?

#.dao #to be clear idgaf its just so fucking funny to me. likeeeee a google check beforehand maybe king?#also serendipity bc cassandra clare decided to use the venetian dialect in her fantasy series so its like ostrega!!!! all over again #v funny

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Serendipity

chapter six

summary: it was only meant to be a purely transactional relationship. he would help her strengthen her abilities in return for her getting his friends out of his father's nasty path. he didn't mean to fall for her, but loving her was the easiest thing in his dark world.

no use of y/n, but your general nickname is Meadow. all characters are aged up to be over 18.

pairings: mattheo riddle x fem!ravenclaw reader; platonic!slytherins x fem!reader; platonic!golden trio x fem!reader

warning(s): 18+ content, light smut, oral (fem receiving), fingering, mentions of curses and dark magic

series masterlist; previous part; next part

You both silently stared at eachother, surrounded by the knickknacks in the Room of Requirement.

"You look like you're thinking awfully hard." you say in a teasing whisper.

"I'm trying to figure out if that really just happened, or if the weed has fogged up my brain." he replies in with a huffed laugh. You laugh and step a little closer to him so that you're chest to chest and you stare up into his eyes as you smile. Gods, he was so fucking tall.

I can assure you, it was very real.

He smirked.

So you wouldn't mind if I did it again?

He kissed you with fervour. You felt insatiable; you felt like an addict, longing for more of his touch.

Mattheo. He groaned when you mentally whined his name.

You sound so pretty, sweetheart.

His hands trailed from your hips to your shoulders, until they cradled your face, bringing you even closer so he could deepen the kiss. Then, almost as if he didn't know where to settle them, his hands trailed back down, past your hips to the curve of your bum, cupping the underside of your thighs.

"Jump for me." he mumbles as his grip tightens. You do as he says and he brings your face to his level, causing your arms to briefly squeeze at his shoulders before you loosen them and bring your palms to cradle his face, angling your's to a better position. He groans, moving his lips to the long column of your neck; you tilt your head to the side to give him more access.

You drive me mad, sweetheart. Gods I don't think I'll ever be able to stop.

Then don't. You whimper as his teeth graze a particularly sensitive spot on your neck.

"Tell me you want this." he mumbles, licking and sucking at your sensitive skin.

"I want this- Gods I want you so badly." your reply is delayed as you lose yourself in the euphoric feeling of him. Suddenly you're spun around and dropped, rather unceremoniously, on the plush velvet cushions of the chaise lounge that Mattheo was utilising before you came in; he was towering over you, leaning on his strong forearms that were positioned on either side of your head.

He presses forward and kisses your lips softly, gently trailing them down your chin, to your neck, his body moving to hover over your's so that his hands could toy with the fabric of your blue and bronze tie. Silently asking if he can remove the obstacle in the form of your school uniform and you happily oblige, shoving away at your robe sleeves as he meticulously undoes the knot of your tie. You repeat the same motion with the emerald and silver tie donning his collar and fight to remove the buttons from the holes of his shirt which leaves an open view of his stunningly sculpted abdominals that ripple against supple, tanned skin.

Patience, sweetheart. He says, his voice echoing in every crevice of your mind. Smooth and silky like honey.

He kisses you again before his mouth travels south, his fingers deftly removing your arms from the sleeves of your shirt once he got the buttons undone.

"Gods. You're a criminal for hiding all of this from me, sweetheart." He mumbles into the skin of your collarbone, onyx eyes staring up at you under his long lashes, desire deepening steadily.

You furrow your brows. "What?"

He sucks a deep mark into your skin before soothing it with his tongue.

"Your body is divine, Meadow." he groans as he kisses along the strap of your bra, one hand travelling behind your back and lifting your body up, with your help, so that he can unclip it, with unsurprisingly accurate precision.

Mattheo moves even further down your body, hands beginning to massage the sensitive skin of your thighs as he spreads them apart, flipping the fabric of your skirt up. He's pressing kisses at your naval now, following a path from the bottom of your belly button to the edge of your panties. He huffs a laugh at the fact that you had coincidentally decided on wearing a lacy dark green pair that day.

Piss off. Your voice is a low grumble in the forefront of his mind, which only makes him laugh more. But he sobers quickly, pressing a kiss to where your clit sits under the cover of your panties. He teases you like that for a long minute: presses kisses to and massages the sensitive area, watching you with hawk-like eyes as you squirm under his hold.

Your whines and moans spurred him on, so he continued until you were practically begging for him to do something...anything more.

"What's the magic word, sweetheart?" he teases, his voice a low, taunting rasp.

"Please." you mumble with a whimper. Matt-"

That's seemingly all it takes for his resolve to crack and he practically tears the underwear from your body, throwing up somewhere behind him. Immediately, he buries his face in your core, using his tongue to lap up the wetness that had begun to pool there, thumb brushing sensually against your clit.

Gods. You're so wet. 'S this all for me? You can't see his expression from where he's devouring you whole, but you can feel and hear the smirk in his voice.

"Yes!" He was so good. So effortlessly good that you didn't know if you'd exclaimed out loud or in your head. It was so overwhelmingly good.

He lapped at your centre like you were the first meal he'd had in days, and when you felt a familiar tightening in your core, he seemed to become more feral, transcending from a man starved, to something entirely more alluring.

When he used two of his fingers to scissor you open while his thumb nimbly rubbed fast circles on your clit, you came with a shout, curling over his body, and yanking at the mop of unruly black curls atop his head. He groaned and you keened from the overstimulation as he carried on, speed increasing in fervour as he kissed, sucked and licked at your most sensitive parts.

"Matt- Théo, please! T-too much! Ah!" you were reduced to a babbling and whining mess as he took his fill from you, hands tracing soothing circles against your thighs as he brought you through your climax.

When he finally relented, you were panting from exhaustion, eyes glazed with lust and skin shiny with sweat. When you looked at him, you all but melted into a puddle of desire: his mouth and chin was slick with your cum and he was slowly sucking the fingers he'd had inside you, not thirty seconds ago. Gods he was so fucking attractive.

You weren't even ashamed to be openly oggling him as he used his discarded wand to summon a couple flannels to clean you both up.

"You taste heavenly, sweetheart." he mumbles as he presses another kiss to your lips. You moan when you taste yourself on his tongue. You want more. You want him.

"No. The first time I fuck you will be in a bed, sweetheart. Not some old chaise lounge in the middle of a room that anyone can walk into." he says with a smirk as you narrow your eyes at him, but your face only holds a sort of satiated amusement.

"Get out of my head, you dick." you let out an airy giggle as he flicks your forehead lightly.

It all feels so...domestic. Completely flipping what you thought you knew about him. But you suppose you'd learnt more about him in the weeks you'd spent in his presence than you had in the entire almost six years you'd been at Hogwarts.

You'd never seen this side of him before, however.

"If you tell a soul, I'll have to do unspeakable things to you." he says, smirking as he unapologetically rifles through your recent thoughts, but you find that you really don't care.

"What sort of unspeakable things?" you ask, a teasing lilt to your tone.

He only chuckles, that wicked smirk gracing his features.

"One day, you'll find out, but not today. We need to talk." The serious tone of his voice washes away any of the warm, bubbly feelings you had garnered at his response to a possible repeat of whatever had just transpired. Sobering you up from your lust-driven state immediately.

~∞~

As you both go through the motions of sorting yourselves out properly, you're relieved that the atmosphere, at the very least, isn't an awkward one. Once you're in your uniform once again, creases smoothed out, tie neat and pristine, arms folded across your chest, Mattheo guides you through the meandering trails that littered the Room of Requirement, until you come across something akin to a library – towering bookshelves and a cosy looking sofa, complete with an old mahogany coffee table.

"Sit down, Princess." he says softly, and you do as he says, watching as he walks to the nearest bookshelf and reaches for a book on a particularly high shelf, titled A History of Curses and Dark Magic, Volume Three.

"What are we going to read eachother post-coital stories now too?" you scoff with an unsatisfied scowl on your face.

"Not quite." he chuckles at your put-out expression. "I've spent the last week researching different curses and forms of detecting dark magic." He sits beside you, thigh brushing against your's. "And I think I've found out what's happening to you."

Curiously you take the book from his hand. It was old, heavy. The pages were beginning to brown and tear at the edges, the spine cracked insurmountably.

"What did you find out?" you ask, turning to look at him, to find him staring at the column of your neck, where he'd left a mirage of love bites and hickeys. You smirk as he mumbles a basic healing charm, watching the way his face sours when the marks magically fade away.

"Can you show me what happened when Dumbledore gave you the ring you told me about?" he questions, bumping his thigh to your's. "Open your your mind to that memory, like I taught you."

You do as he says, closing your eyes and allowing the vivid memory to take ahold in your mind, your own voice a distorted echo as you feel Mattheo's presence permeating the memory.

"Interesting." Dumbledore says as he pulls an old signet ring from his deep robe pocket, holding it out for you to take. You watch imperceptibly as Mattheo narrows his eyes on the ring, his ring.

"Can you tell me what you feel when you touch this, please?" Dumbledore's voice echoes in your mind. You do as he says and take the ring into your hands. Twisting it around your fingers, allowing your magic to swirl around it before it burns your fingers. You drop it in an instant. That same cold, tingling feeling you felt when Blaise rotated the necklace washed over you right afterward.

"It's cursed?" you asked, looking up at the Headmaster for confirmation, who is staring at you with knowing, inquisitive eyes.

"Something like that, yes." he says, his decaying hand twitches in response. You watch as the ring seems to vibrate in your lap, something that was amiss to you in the original moment.

You suck in a breathe when you're both forced from the memory. Mattheo is looking between you and the book curiously.

"The way your magic surrounded the ring. It's beautiful." he says. "It's one of seven, you know. I have one and the other five are in the manor."

The signet ring on his hand, that you never seemed to notice before, glints in the dim light of the room, the insignia is identical to the one in Dumbledore's possession.

"Seven rings?"

"No, seven heirlooms. Two rings and five other things that I've never been allowed to touch. They're all quite ugly actually, never had any use for them."

"I don't think the ring is ugly." you say, taking ahold of his hand to bring the ring closer to your face. "It's weird. I felt the energy in the one Dumbledore gave me the second he walked into the room, as well as in the memory itself. This one feels....lifeless."

"The book says it has something to do with different magical cores." Mattheo explains and you nod in understanding.

"You can do wandless magic just as well as you can do non-verbal magic." a statement, not a question. as if he already knows the answer and just wants to hear proof. "But wandless magic takes even the greatest witch or wizard years to master." he continues. "I've seen your development. It took you mere months to master that skill."

"Stalking me now, Riddle?" you tease, but when he doesn't entertain your jokes, your smirk drops. "What are you insinuating?"

"Where do you draw your magic from when you perform wandless magic?"

It's a bit of a taboo in the wizarding world. If you told your friends about the source of power you use, you'd surely be looked at like you were insane, specifically by Hermione who would've surely come across this sort of thing in her mountains of extracurricular reading. But you had grown frustrated when the only progress you'd made upon teaching yourself the throes of wandless magic, was lifting a quill an inch into the air for less than a second. The magic you utilised instead is highly unstable when used incorrectly, and it's borderline illegal in the minds of few people, namely those in the Ministry who specialised in Magical Cores. It teetered on the edge of unassailable power – something most people wouldn't dare mess with.

"I draw it from the air." you mumble, turning away from him, ashamed. "I know it's unconventional. I tried using my own magical core, but it never seemed to work. I did it on accident the first time, but I was successful. Then when I tried again the conventional way, it didn't work. I don't abuse the power, only borrow."

He tilts his head as realisation seems to seep into his features.

"Show me?" he asks, squeezes softly your hand with his large one that you're still holding, unconsciously.

You nod, hesitantly shifting your gaze to the book in his lap. You focus on drawing from the energy surrounding the old hardback, watching as the swirls of your magic, invisible to the boy beside you, intertwined with with potent magic supplied by the Room's core. You felt a rush of power surge through you as the book begin to levitate from Mattheo's lap, only to fly into your awaiting palm. You inhaled sharply at the prickly feeling the magic left coarsing through your veins.

"Incredible." he mumbles as he stares between his lap and the book that you now had in your grip. "And you did that using the magic in the air, not your own?"

You nod. "It always leaves a minute lasting effect afterwards, sort of like a consequence of using another magical source. There has to be a balance. If I do it too much I begin to feel a little dizzy, but I've never fainted like I did in the Wing last week."

"I was right." he mutters to himself, nodding his head, his lips quirking. You raise a brow at him.

"Care to share with the rest of the class?" you question, sarcastically.

"You're a syphon, love."

You sit there for a moment, silently contemplating his words. A syphon. A rare ability among few witches over the centuries; even rarer than a seer.

"How'd you come to that conclusion?"

"I wasn't sure until you showed me how you draw power from the air around you."

When your face drops to a confused frown he draws your body into his, lifting you so that you're sat on his lap, facing him.

"Listen. This isn't a bad thing. It's far from a bad thing. Trust me, sweetheart." he reassures. It's obvious to you that he knows something that you don't.

"What aren't you telling me?" you mumble, hands reaching to mess with the curls at the nape of his neck.

"When its safe for you to know, I'll tell you I promise. But for the sake of saving my friends-"

"And you." you interrupt, but he only shakes his head.

"For the sake of my friends, I can't tell you until the time is right."

"And when will that be? After you ghost me for another week? A month?" you sigh. "Is that what you're going to do when we walk out of here?"

He sighs deeply, his hold on your hips tightening ever so slightly as he brings you closer to him.

"That was a mistake on my part, sweetheart. You make me feel things that I was certain I wouldn't ever feel. I'm truely sorry."

He seals the apology with a long, breathtaking kiss, which momentarily leaves you unable to speak.

~∞~

Some hours later, you're sat beside Hermione at the Gryffindor table for dinner, Harry sat opposite you both. Ron was further down the table with Lavender Brown practically in his lap, the former of your friends sending poorly hidden glares his way.

"How's befriending Professor Slughorn going, Harold?" you ask, taking a sip out of your bronze goblet. After Dumbledore's visit last week, you sought out your three friends and demanded answers regarding Slughorn and Harry. But much like you, Dumbledore wasn't being as straightforward with the Chosen One as he thought he would be, especially after the miscommunication of last year, which inadvertently got Harry's Godfather killed.

"Not brilliantly." Harry mumbled as he stabbed his fork into his chicken.

Hermione scoffed.

"He's completely understating." she said. "It's going abysmally."

"Well, what methods have you used to get the information?" you ask, incredulously. How difficult was it to get information out of a man who spent his free time in the pub drinking away his sobriety?

Harry stammered as he tried to think of a reply and you balked at him.

"You didn't just outright ask him did you? Harry are you an idiot?" He gaped at you as Hermione snickered behind her goblet.

"Dumbledore showed me the half-memory that Slughorn gave him. There's a vital piece of information missing." he cringed as your face morphed into further disbelief. He knew that you knew he'd done the complete opposite of the logical thing to do.

"Don't tell me you tried to play out the memory with him, when Voldemort's own son could have been eavesdropping from fifty feet away?" you snapped, feeling entirely not guilty for dragging Mattheo's name into it. What does that say about the person you've began transitioning into?

"I'm not an idiot." he ignored your deadpan look, shaking his head he rambled on. "I sought him out after our last potions lesson, when everyone had left."

He stopped abruptly, turning to Hermione who, in turn, swivelled to face you.

"Speaking of Riddle," she started. "You weren't in the library earlier when I went to find you. Actually, I haven't seen you since after Ancient Runes after lunch."

"You're name wasn't on the map." Harry accused, eyes narrowing behind his thin wire glasses. "Riddle's wasn't either."

"Why were you in the Room of Requirement with him?" Hermione asked gently, as if she were trying to coax a misbehaving child to fess up information.

Internally, you were beginning to panic; the lies and excuses you'd been sporting for Mattheo's sake fizzling out by the seams. Your heart was irratic and you would've confessed there and then, had it not been for the calming presence of Mattheo's magical core in your mind.

What's wrong sweetheart, you look like you're going to pop a blood vessell.

Charming, Matt truly. You snark and he chuckles in your mind before his presence washes a feeling of seriousness over you.

What's wrong? He's insistent.

They're suspicious of us. Of why we were in the Come and Go room together.

How did they know about that?

That isn't important. You weren't stupid enough to give away one of Harry's best assets. What do I tell them without having to lie. I can't bare to lie again.

He's silent for a moment and you internally curse him as Harry and Hermione seem to be berating you, but you hear none of it, focusing on the pulsing of Mattheo's magic as he takes his sweet time to respond.

Tell them what you were doing. Say that you were annoyed by my avoidance; that it interrupted your schedule; that I was taking advantage of your time.

Harry was in the middle of a they-are-all-Death-Eaters spiel when you interrupted him to finally answer after what had only been a few moments.

"I don't know what you want me to say, Harry. I've been tutoring him since the start of the year. Which you both already knew." you send a look towards Hermione, who shrinks away. "He's been avoiding me all week – Rowena knows why – so I made Theo tell me where he was."

You stifled a laugh when Theo dropped his fork under the deathly glare that Mattheo sent his way.

Behave. You mentally slap him.

He smirked wickedly at you.

"He was probably doing his father's bidding." Harry spat.

"Maybe. But he needs a stellar Ancient Runes grade if he wants Theo to keep him on the Quidditch team. I'm doing Teddy a favour, nothing more." you reassure, and while it was only a half-lie, the guilt ate away at you all the same.

The pair seemed to sigh in tandem before Hermione turned to you, apology written all over her face. The guilt seemed to intensify.

"Just–" she paused, glancing over at the Slytherin table momentarily. "Just be careful will you? I don't want you to get hurt."

"I am being careful Mione, don't worry about me." you smile, but your pretty sure that, and judging by her unconvincing glance shared with your friend, she doesn't believe a word you say.

And after what happened in the Room that could grant you whatever you wished for, you weren't so believing in your resolve either.

~∞~

wasn't actually planning on writing smut this early but it kind of just happened lol this ones quite a long one, but i had a lot of things to add for the plot

sidenote; ive finally started reading acotar after its been on my tiktok fyp for time and low-key i see why i dnf'd the first time i tried reading it😭 but im speeding through it actually - im on like chapter 20 i think

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Steven Grant x Fem!Reader x Marc Spector

Warnings; 18+ content, violent act, masturbation, imaginary throat fucking, dacryphilia, slight breeding kink, Steven being horny and desperate while Marc encourages him.

Summary; You've send him a pic and Steven sends one back.

Word count; 1,2k

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It was a normal day for steven. He woke up at his usual time, have breakfast while conversing with Marc and after that he got ready, excited to go to work.

It was all mundane until he saw you, the new manager of the Greece section. You were extremely different from Dona, you were kind, passionate and understanding, did he also mentioned that you're gorgeous?

The first time he saw you was weeks ago, maybe almost a month but you were shining that day, laughing with your co-workers as you walk passed him.

You didn't knew him but he was already whipped with the way you comfort a child that was lost that day. Your calm voice is comforting as you wiped the tears away from the child's face, comforting them with kind words of reassurance.

Then one thing lead to another, either it was fated or not but you accidentally bumped into him one day and find his interest in Egyptian history so fascinating that you wanted to hear more.

So you gave him your number and since that day you've became friends, friends who shared mutual interest on the same things. You've learned a lot from him as he did from you.

He frontend with a groan, looking at the unconscious body underneath him, "Seriously, Marc?" he shifted his gaze towards the puddle besides the body, looking straight at Marc.

"Yeah, well, I don't know what happened either, Steven."

Steven sighed, he bent down to search the man's pocket, finally finding his phone and unlocking it.

He saw a message of you saying that you went clubbing and smile softly, you didn't have to update him on everything in your life but you did and that makes him strangely giddy.

Before he can typed a reply, the 'unconscious' man tackle him making him accidentally pressed the call button.

Steven was quick to grip his collar and punched him hard, hard enough to make him truly unconscious this time before shoving him aside.

He panicked when he picked up his phone and hurriedly cancelled it. His heart is pumping loudly inside his chest as he typed.

Steven

I'm sorry, Y/n! I misclicked it.

Marc laughed at him, "don't worry Steven, she already said that she's going to the club right? She probably had her phone silenced so-"

He was cut off by a loud ding! from Steven's phone, both of them looked at the phone with a small smile, "she's so nice, isn't she, Marc?"

Marc nodded his head with a small smile, he always finds you attractive and you're so adorable in his eyes. Steven and him were undoubtedly attracted to you from the first conversation that you guys had.

Before Steven could write a reply he froze on the spot, eyes wide and he unconsciously unwrapped his mask. He gripped his phone tightly, so tight it could break at any moment.

"Steven, what- oh, fuck."

You send him a few pictures, Steven was expecting you laughing or just you having fun in the club, he was not expecting this type of pictures from you.

He gulped, his eyes wondered on your body, he can feel his breath starting to feel heavy. Fuck, he wouldn't say that he never imagined how you looked underneath all that clothes but you looked even better than his fantasy.

"Steven, send one back." Marc's voice snapped him out of his trace, he furrowed his eyebrow at his reflection.

"What?"

"Send one back."

"No, I heard you the first time but what?"

Marc shakes his head, "you don't get it do you? She send it expecting something, so we'll give her exactly that maybe even more."

Steven shifted his gaze back to your pictures, you look so good, so sexily tempting and you take this pic just to send it to him? Isn't that too good to be true? What if he misunderstand? That you simply misclicked?

"Steven. Are you really letting this chance go? You, no, we've had the biggest crush on her, come on. Take the risk."

Steven bit his lips, Marc's right, he always had a big crush on you after all this time and now he finally had a chance to do something about it. What's the worst thing that could happen?

"Alright, how do I took one?"

"Huh?"

"This type of pictures, how do I pose for it?"

That's right, Marc has forgotten that Steven has never done something like this ever. So he looked around, trying to find a decent place with enough lighting.

He finally found a set of stairs that lead to the roof and in front of it is a big window that reflects his reflection just perfect, not too clear but not that clear either.

"Go sit on that stair and take your suit off but keep your vest on," Steven do as he told, "roll up your sleeves," he rolled them up, making his veins visible.

"Lean back a little and spread your legs, let her see what she does to us."

He took the pic with a deep breath, he felt the sudden confident spread through him because he does look good in his Mr Moon suit, the bulge in his pants were clear and he also look pretty big.

"Send it." Steven took one last deep breath before pressing the send button. "Done."

"Now, we start the waiting game." Steven nod, his eyes kept wondering back to your pictures, he bit his lips, focusing on the lacy thong that were struggling to cover your private area.

He let out a breathless sigh, gulping as he let his mind started to wonder, he bit his bottom lip hard. "fuck it." He stated lowly.

He unzipped his pants, whipping it out and started to pump his cock with a small grunt.

He opened his eyes slowly and imagine you taking his cock into your mouth, greedily and deeply sucking him, he throw his head back.

Gulping his saliva as he imagined he'd gripped your hair and slammed your head down to take his cock deeper, you'd gag in response but that'll just turn him on even more.

He groan and cursed underneath his breath, he imagined how he'd grip your hair harder, holding it up for you so he can clearly see your face with your mouth full with his cock and tears falling from those beautiful eyes of yours as he use your mouth the way he pleases.

He imagined you would sit on his lap and started to grind on his cock as you slowly press your body to his, teasing your own entrance with his tip before slowly putting it in. He threw his head as he pumped faster.

He imaged how you would look while bouncing on his cock, how your breasts would bounce with every thrust and he would watch you move on top of him, you'd hold him tight with your chest pressed to his and staring straight into his chocolate ones with lidded eyes.

He gripped his cock harder, trying to imagine how warm and tight your cunt is. His breathing became heavier as he imagined you bending down and kissing him deeply, all tongue and teeth, whining and begging to be filled with his cum.

It's weird that he feel so fucking turned on with the thought of filling you up with his cum, claiming you as his.

His breath hitched as he feel himself near, he gripped his cock tighter, imagining that he's gripping your waist and slammed upward into you. His hips unconsciously do that.

"Y/n, y/n, y/n- fuck!" he hiss your name as he came, white thick cum spurted out as he breathes heavily taking a moment to calm himself before fixing his pants.

He covered his eyes with his arm before muttering a quiet, "I want to hold her..."

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