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doobea · 10 months

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I CAN MAKE YOUR BED ROCK - RIN ITOSHI

synopsis: You're a famous online smut author, married to an international superstar athlete, and everyone around you thinks you have the perfect sex life. What they don't realize is Rin sleeps in the guest room and you're still very much a virgin.

contents: fem!reader, arranged marriage, suggestive themes but nothing too explicit (read with caution), characters are all in their mid/late-20s, reader has a small supportive friend group of other smut authors, mentions of alcohol, sex toys, and lots of failed attempts to seduce an oblivious (?) husband, mdni word count: 2.4k a/n: you guys already know that this is gonna be a wild one. is this my debut attempt to write smut but make it a romcom? maybe. this is gonna be a four-part series!!

一 : Oh baby, I be stuck to you like glue ->next.

To say that you’re infamous on the internet isn’t an exaggeration but a truth. No, you haven’t posted anything controversial regarding your marital status and haven’t gotten yourself into a crazy D-List influencer scandal; you’re infamous solely because of your erotica literature and, surprisingly, your in-laws were fine with it.

“Whatever brings home the money.” Your father-in-law would always chime.

You weren't ashamed of your career, and it practically all started in college when you wanted to pass the time writing for your favorite fandom. In a short amount of time, you had gained a small devoted following on your blog that made a lightbulb switch go off in your head - what if I could do this for a living? And so you did. Fast forward three years, now you are making a comfortable living working from anywhere with a wifi signal available and have over 950k followers on your socials, all under your alias 'YN Finalis'. With that many followers, most people would feel worried about their personal life being breached, but you're not dumb; you like to keep your personal life on, what you like to call, "low battery" mode.

Here's what your near million followers do know about: you’re 24 pushing on 25, you've come from a rather wealthy background, you’re married to an athlete, you’ve written well over 40 original explicit stories, and you have a plethora of sex toys and contraptions in your master bedroom.

What they don't know is: you're in an arranged marriage with Rin Itoshi for the past year, he only sleeps in the guest bedroom, and you're a virgin with a really creative mind.

Crazy, right?

But it's not like you're alone in your thoughts, today was the day when you decided to finally vent to your close fellow internet authors about your sexual frustrations.

"My in-laws keep asking me the same thing every time they call," Your voice reaches your laptop where your weekly meeting was set up on the kitchen counter. "I mean just how do they expect us to have a kid when my own husband doesn't even touch me?" You finish the remaining wine in your glass in dismay as sudden gasps were heard from the laptop's speakers.

"He hasn't initiated sex with you in these last few months?" Chigiri gasps.

"More like in the entirety of our relationship." You cry as you pour out another glass. You pick up your laptop, frowning seeing everyone's solemn looks, and make your way to your living room couch. "I'm still a virgin for crying out loud, like who's still a virgin at 24?"

Probably a lot of people but this is about you, not them!

"Oh my god," Hiori looks like he was going to cry for you. "Maybe your husband's just shy? Could it be he hasn't found the right time for it?"

"But a whole year?" Bachira is next to speak. "No wonder your stories have been popping off, you've been super horny."

You try to hold back your drunken sniffles. "I just don't understand! It's not like I'm ugly or anything, plenty of people wanted to date me back in college! He comes home to a clean house, I make fantastic meals that aren't just a ham and turkey sandwich, and for his past birthday I even gifted him an all-paid trip to Okinawa!"

"Shit," Shidou whistles, "I'd fuck you if you made me a ham and turkey sandwich."

"Not now for jokes." Hiori scolds and his tone softens when he speaks to you, "Outside of sex, has your husband been good to you?"

You pinch the bridge of your nose in frustration. "God, yes. He's so good to me you have no idea."

It wasn't like Rin was neglecting you in other forms of intimacy. Hugs and brief kisses were frequent both in and outside of the house. He loves holding your hands, shopping for clothes with you, giving you forehead kisses, and kissing you 'good morning' and 'good night' every day. There was absolutely nothing wrong with him, other than the occasional 'I'm irritated and I need my space' phase that required a whole evening to himself - but that was beside the point.

"Have you guys even talked about it?" Hiori continues.

"Oh god, absolutely no, it's an arranged marriage for fuck sake. What if I come off too strong and he doesn't even see me like that? Then the whole marriage will just be awkward!"

"But he's willing to do all those other things you listed down, maybe he is just shy." Bachira retorts.

"You think maybe he swings the other way?" Shidou asks but it's genuine this time.

A long period of silence falls over everyone as they try to figure out what they could help you with. But ultimately this was your husband to figure out, Rin wasn't married to them and they don't even know who Rin Itoshi was.

“Ah, whatever!” You swirl the wine in your glass around, frowning at your sullen reflection. “Maybe we’ll just end up adopting a baby instead of having one, maybe his parents won’t be able to tell the difference. And maybe I’ll just have to resort to reading other smut to satisfy my lack of intimacy. Chigiri, when is that next chapter coming out?”

A few clicks are heard from the other side of the screen before he says, “You’re in luck, I’m about to have my friend beta read this and it should be up by tonight.”

Perfect, you thought.

Chigiri, whose online username is RedPanther, has the third most followers on the adult website that everyone in the group was a part of. He's known for his works centering around the tropes 'forced proximity' and 'enemies to lovers', often the smut he writes will include a steamy threesome that has some sort of pegging involved - but that's always towards the second to last chapter.

"Oh!" Bachira calls out your name with a smile, "Aren't you working on a new story yourself?"

“Remind me again,” Shidou leans forward, "what's this one about?"

You find yourself feeling slightly lighter now that you've vented and the topic has shifted to something you're more confident speaking about. After a few seconds of rummaging through your Word documents, you drag the file labeled "I CAN MAKE YOUR BED ROCK - rough outlines & ideas.doc" to the group chat. Rarely do you ever share your creativity flow with other people but, after your unwarranted trauma dump, you figure it was better than nothing.

"Funny enough, it's loosely based on my marriage." You confess sheepishly, "This is my way of coping with it, I guess."

"Nothing wrong with that." Hiori chimes in, "It's free compared to having a shitty therapist!"

"Damn woman," Shidou's pink eyes dart back and forth from the screen, eyebrows furrowing up and down as he makes his way through your well-detailed outline. "you need to get laid, ASAP."

You click open your story file to follow along. In the tags section, you listed: Arranged marriage, unrequited love/one-sided, brat tamer, BDSM, choking, spanking, spitting, breeding kink, cum slu–

Okay, maybe Shidou is right (which is a surprise), you do need to get laid. But it's also okay to get slightly defensive for the sake of your ego, right?

You playfully roll your eyes at your group mate. "Ok ok, no need to judge that hard coming from the person who literally writes degradation kinks for a living!"

"Well, I think this story will be your best one yet!" Chigiri and Bachira both flip you a thumbs up over on their end of the call.

After a few more exchanges of small story updates in everyone's life, you all decided to end the call since it was getting rather late in the afternoon and you have yet to get started on dinner. You briefly thank Chigiri for his upcoming update and hop off, just in time before you hear the familiar sounds of the front door opening.

"I'm back."

"Welcome back, Rin!"

You can't help but feel slightly embarrassed and guilty that you were essentially gossiping about your husband's lack of sex drive to your friend group, which he hardly knows about, when he comes home with a large bag of takeout and your favorite coffee order. Rin is dressed in his typical workout outfit, which consists of a black form-fitting t-shirt and grey sweatpants that were just loose enough that you can still make an outline of his 'magic jewels', as Bachira likes to write.

"Baby, you didn't have to." You quickly grab the items from his hands so he can set down his gym bag.

He hums in response, briefly kissing your forehead before making his way into the kitchen to fetch a tall glass of water. "You've been cooking all week so I wanted you to take a small break," Rin says with a smile.

Your ears go warm and mimic the smile back, “Thanks, how was practice today?”

He sighs through his nose and wipes away the remaining sweat-covered bangs sticking to his forehead. “Rougher than usual but nothing too crazy. Isagi was more annoying compared to yesterday.” Rin says with a small pout.

“Boo,” You stick your tongue out in agreement, “how dare he annoys my one and only husband?”

“Oh, shut up.” He flicks a finger to your cheek and lets out the slightest fake scoff.

After hydrating, Rin announces quietly that he’ll come back to eat as soon as he takes a shower and darts to the guest bedroom. And with that, you’re reminded of your odd predicament.

He is a good husband and knows that you care for him and vice versa. When both sets of parents first introduced you two, it was awkward and you knew from reading his background that he wasn’t the most sociable of people but you were, and still are, patient. This arranged marriage was more or less a business deal between fathers; your father held the CEO title at a top entertainment company in the nation and Rin’s father wanted to secure the spotlight for the growing star athlete. Rin didn’t say much during that meeting, and neither did you.

Your first kiss with him was also on your first date. It was at his apartment, both of you shared the same hobby of playing horror games, and you were sitting thigh to thigh on his two-seater couch. You were dying multiple rounds in, fingers bruised from button-mashing and mind-busied with inappropriate thoughts as you kept stealing glances at your painfully attractive fiance. It didn’t take long for Rin to notice because it was stupidly obvious. He sat his controller down, took one look at you, and asked, “Do you want me to kiss you?” with a weird little smile that was seemingly almost out of character from what you knew of him. And the kiss was … awkward to say the least. You remembered him leaning down and you were leaning up, mashing lips and a little bit of teeth together. No amount of research that you had done days prior could’ve prepped for that. And it was almost as if it was his first time kissing too, but you fixated on your inexperience than pay any mind to his mysterious relationship track record.

One year later and you’re still stuck at first base.

As if on cue, you feel your phone give out a series of buzzes in your back pocket, already knowing that it’s from your online penpals. You break out from your thoughts and scroll to the top of the messages:

Bachira M. [BluntBangs] “You should try seducing him tonight!” Hiori Y. [ChoppyCyan] “You remember reading Chigiri’s fan favorite short story - “Till Death Do Us Part”? There was this one scene where the characters had to share one bed because the other bedroom got ruined by a leak! Maybe you can “accidentally” make that happen too?” Chigiri H. [RedPanther] “I remember I had a fun time writing that scene. You should definitely try and flirt with him, y/n.” Shidou R. [HornyDemon] “And if your husband won’t fuck you then I will /jk” Hiori Y. [ChoppyCyan] “Shut up you’ll fuck anything that has a pulse”

They weren’t necessarily wrong. You didn’t want this dynamic to potentially go on for another year or even for the rest of your life - trying wouldn’t hurt anyone, right?

You quickly fill up a pitcher of water then peer into the spare guest room and notice warm lighting bleeding through the cracks coming from the bathroom door and the sounds of running water. With Rin still busy washing up, you take the liberty to start messing around for your impromptu operation. You weren’t exactly sure when or who suggested sleeping in separate bedrooms to start but, to your knowledge, this is the first time that you’ve actually sneaked around in his room.

You start with the closet, opening its double doors and seeing his clothes all hung in order and by color. His sneakers and cleats were all stored in separate clear cases in the bottom corner while there is a small center shelf in the middle that holds his cologne, deodorant, and moisturizer. He’s neat, you think to yourself before deciding that it’s probably best to leave his belongings alone and focus on ruining something in the room that was less personal. Next is the carefully made bed with extra fluffed pillows, then the freshly well-kept plants on the window sill, followed by the small framed photo of your wedding day on the bedside table. Guilt immediately rushes over your consciousness.

“No, this won’t do either.” You groan, suddenly feeling like this is the dumbest thing on earth now. “I should just give up.”

“y/n?” Rin’s voice calls out and you snap your head towards his direction, soon to be met with a series of incoherent sputtering from the male as you realize that he’s completely wet and naked.

“Oh my god!” Hands and pitcher fly to your redden face as you try to come up with an excuse but nothing comes out the way you want it to, “I-I uh–water! I thought you needed more water–I’m sorry!”

You hear him scrambling around the room, most likely searching for a towel to cover up his impressive lower half. “You’re fine,” Rin’s voice sounds flustered and unusually high pitched, “just give me a second–”

“N-No I’m sorry! I don’t even know why I’m standing here I should just go and–” Closing your eyes might’ve been the worst choice all day because soon your body meets the wall and soon the floor, spilling the pitcher’s contents all over you in the process.

Your phone vibrates again, text reading:

Bachira M. [BluntBangs] “Did it work?!”

#blue lock #bllk #bllk x reader #blue lock imagines #blue lock x reader #doobea writing #itoshi rin #rin itoshi #rin itoshi x reader #itoshi rin x reader #blue lock smut #itoshi rin smut #rin itoshi smut #bllk smut #idk how slow but like slowish #they are not gonna fk until like the last chapter i think #but will do everything else in between #i can make your bed rock - rin itoshi #mdni

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skybluewritings · 5 months

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Last Summer: Felix Catton x fem!reader Part 1

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Word count: 1.3K

Note: This will be a slight diversion to the plot of the film!

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She'd never had as good a friend as Felix. There was something seriously human about him, he was the kind of person to look you in the eye when you spoke. He made you feel like there was no one else in the world he would rather be speaking to. She had been friends with him since their first year and like the rest of Oxford had become infatuated with him.

It had hit her one day just why he made her feel so giddy and nervous throughout their nearly three year friendship. They had been studying hard in his bedroom for upcoming exams, when she had looked up from her notebook.

She had been sat on his floor, back against the mattress, with him behind her up on the bed legs crossed. She had shifted herself to look up at him, his brows furrowed in concentration. Then his brown eyes gently met hers and her stomach had flipped.

He grinned at her. "What?"

"Oh nothing." She said with a laugh. "I think I'm just a little tired."

Except it wasn't nothing, she was all too aware of what it was she was feeling.

He sighed in agreement. "God me too! Let's take a break in a minute before my eyes slide out my head."

They had gone back to their respective studying although hers was now plagued by just how she was going to hide her newly realised feelings?

He had never given her any reason to suggest he felt the same. He was kind and respectful to her but he was like that with everyone. Despite their obvious close friendship their circle of friends seemed to sometimes suspect they were secretly hooking up. Sly looks and nudges were exchanged whenever the two left the room together. And this was particularly bought to light at one of the very last parties their final year of university.

They were all sat in the kitchen of some random person's house. The conversation up until then had been normal, the discussion being a reflection of their time spent at University.

Her friend sat opposite her, swirled her drink. "There's something that I-well we have always wondered."

(Name) intrigued leant forward a little. "Yeah what would that be?"

Her friend continued. "Why you and Felix never got off with eachother?"

"What sort of question is that?" (Name) asked laughing lightly.

"Yes exactly what sort of question is that, when they obviously have gotten off with eachother." Farleigh interjected with a smirk, the rest of the group snickered at his comment like school children.

She choked a little on her glass wine. She wiped at her chin with the sleeve of her cardigan, her face feeling very hot.

"There is no way that two people with that much chemistry have never once even kissed I don't believe it!" Another member of the group added.

Before she had a chance to defend herself, the worst possible thing happened. She felt slight pressure on the back of her chair, she glanced behind her to see Felix stood behind her both hand resting on the top of the chair. She wanted the fucking floor to open up and consume her whole.

"Who's never kissed?" Felix asked the group.

"You tell us." Farleigh told him giving his cousin a knowing look. "Or maybe (Name) can tell you."

(Name) felt her body turn rigid, she didn't look at Felix completely. "It was just a shit joke about a couple of our old lecturers." She blatantly lied.

Farleigh looked ready to pipe up again but before he could she rose from her seat.

"Felix do you fancy going for a cig?" She asked her best friend.

"Yes sure-" She quickly grabbed his wrist. "Oh okay."

The table burst out laughing, Felix gave her a confused look she chose to ignore. She steered them away from the table as he followed behind her slightly bewildered.

Once they were safely outside they lent against the wall, various students were littered across the back garden. She reached into her bag and realised she'd forgotten her cigarettes.

"Can I steal one of yours, I forgot mine." She apologised with a sigh.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack, taking one for himself and her. He lit his with ease before handing the lighter to her. She repeatedly tried to light the cigarette but the summer breeze stopped her.

"Here let me." He said, covering his hands over hers, forming a barrier against the air.

She tried to ignore the spark that ran through her hands as his own rested on hers. The cigarette was finally lit, she took a drag and rested her head against the wall with closed eyes.

There was silence for a few moments before he spoke. "Is everything alright with you?"

"Yeah I'm fine, just needed a break from all the people." She admitted, opening her eyes.

"Am I not also people?" He said jokingly.

"No you don't count." She replied.

He pretended to gasp. "So you don't see me as a person? Ouch."

She playfully rolled her eyes. "We both know that's not what I meant."

"Yeah I know." He told her with a soft smile that she returned.

He looked stunning in the golden evening light, chosing to wear a thin linen shirt the top few buttons undone. She smoothed out a crease in her short floral dress, somehow it helped distract her wandering mind.

"I can't believe it's all just over." She said waving her hand.

"Yeah me either. Soon you'll be abroad with your masters degree and I'll be here.." His voice seemed to trail off.

"You do know you can come visit me right?"

"Yes of course I do, which I'll definitely take you up on. But it doesn't mean I won't miss you."

Her chest tightened. "I'm-I'm not leaving for a month, plenty of time still left for us to hangout."

He nodded. "Definitely."

They both fell silent again. An international masters degree would be just what she needed to forget her feelings for him, this would be good for her!

"I have a bit of an idea." He told her.

"What would that be?" She asked carefully.

An excited glimmer appeared in his eyes. "Why don't you come spend your last month with me at my family home, we've been friends for so long that it's ridiculous you've never visited!"

She let out a surprised laugh. "Felix I would love to but are you sure that wouldn't be imposing on your family? I mean a month is a longtime."

He shook his head. "You wouldn't be imposing at all! You would actually be doing me a favour if anything, it'd be nice to finally have good memories of my summer at home."

She wondered what he meant by that, but chose to not press for answers just yet. Should she do this? She'd heard pleasant stories about his family and once even met his sister who was nice enough. And whilst she adored her own family and hometown friends it might be cool to spend a month in a huge country estate!

"You know what sure I'll come with you!" She agreed, hopeing she'd made the right choice his grin giving her some proof of that.

#friends to lovers #felix catton #saltburn #felix catton x reader #Felix catton x fem!reader

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yanderecrazysie · 8 days

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Begonia (Yandere Leona)

Part 1 of the Flower Language Series

I got these meanings from the internet, so some may be wrong. Sorry if that is the case, but please ignore my mistakes.

Please do not request the Flower Language Series.

Title: Begonia

Pairings: Leona Kingscholar x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes

Flower meaning: Beware

Summary: Leona has always scared you. Turns out, that was for a good reason.

To be honest, all of the dorm heads intimidated you.

Riddle, as you had come to know through Deuce and Ace, was probably the strictest person you had ever met. He had hundreds of rules, most of which were oddly specific, and he collared anyone who broke them, making them lose their magic until he saw fit.

Even as someone with no magic to your name, it still scared you.

Azul was a scheming bastard, tricking people into making contracts that put them at a severe disadvantage, then stealing something from them when they inevitably failed.

Then, there was the floating tablet. The device was supposedly controlled by a housewarden back in his dorm, but it was strange enough to creep you out a little.

Malleus was absolutely terrifying, with his horns that looked like they could skewer you and an expression on his face like he just might do that if you looked at him wrong. Plus the rumors of his power made you tremble in his presence.

Kalim and Vil, you had to admit, didn’t seem too bad from what you’d seen. You would still have to get to know them to make a final judgment.

But the one who scared you most was Leona Kingscholar.

His face was twisted into a menacing frown, his green eyes glaring at everyone around him like they personally annoyed him. He was muscular and stood at a daunting 6 feet tall. He had a scar down one eye- an injury that made you wonder how he got it.

You had to admit, he was handsome, but he also terrified you. You knew from the moment you saw him that he wasn’t someone to mess with.

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You liked to walk through the botanical gardens. There were all kinds of beautiful trees and flowers, some the same as the ones in your homeworld, and others that you were sure were unique to the world you had found yourself in.

Your eyes moved from each plant, never looking down at your feet. Why would you, when there was so much to see and smell?

You should have looked down.

Suddenly, you pitched forward, your foot catching on something. You tried in vain to keep your balance, but you ended up on your hands and knees anyway. Your knees and palms felt like they were on fire and, when you lifted your right hand, you found that you were bleeding.

A growl sounded from behind you- one that sounded dangerously like a lion’s. Slowly, you turned your head.

Leona’s tail was lying in the walkway. The walkway you had just been walking down.

Oh my God, I tripped on his tail!

“I am so sorry!” you spluttered, standing up as quickly as possible, “I wasn’t paying attention!”

“Clearly,” Leona snarled, baring his teeth. You couldn’t help but notice that his canines ended in sharp fangs. He got to his feet and you cowered as his shadow fell over your figure. He was even taller up close.

“I’m sorry,” you squeaked.

“You should be,” Leona snapped, “I was taking a nap and you disturbed my sleep.”

You trembled under his gaze. He looked down at you like a predator sizes up its prey.

The warm garden seemed to drop 50 degrees. The shadows of the tall trees seemed to stretch into the shapes of clawing hands. Your nose no longer smelled the sweet scents of the flowers.

Leona looked you up and down and a smirk spread across his lips. You didn’t know that he could smile, but somehow, it was worse than his frown.

“You’re that magicless girl with no home to go back to, aren’t you?” he asked.

You nodded meekly, then changed your mind “I do have a home to go to, the mirror just couldn’t find-” you fell silent at the glare he sent your way. A scowl that clearly told you to shut up.

Leona took a few steps forward and leaned in toward your neck. You froze, unable to move if you tried. He took a deep inhale and, finally, leaned back to look you over once again.

“I can’t smell a speck of magic on you,” he said condescendingly, “You really don’t belong here, do you?”

You weren’t sure what to say, so you stayed quiet. Leona took a step forward and you took a step back in response. Leona's predatory gaze followed your every move, a wicked smile playing on his lips.

“I- I have to go,” you stuttered, mouth feeling as dry as the desert.

“I’m not stopping you,” Leona replied, his voice a deep rumble, as though he thought you were amusing.

The only problem was, you had to get past him to leave the botanical garden. You trembled from head to toe as you squeezed by him. You swore you could hear him take another sniff of you as you passed him.

You walked robotically to the exit, your mind on autopilot as you left the frightening housewarden behind. As you left, Leona called out to you one last time.

“I’ll have you make it up to me, little mouse.”

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You didn’t return to the botanical garden after that incident. However, Leona seemed to pop up wherever you went.

You weren’t in the same classes, yet he appeared in the hallways outside each of your classrooms. He had to have been skipping class for some of these occurrences.

He didn’t do anything to you, but you knew that he was there for you by the way his green eyes locked onto your form, boring holes into the back of your head as you hurried away from him.

The first time he showed up at your dorm scared you to death.

You had just been hanging out with Deuce and Ace at the Heartslabyul dorm, goofing around while getting a small amount of homework done. Grim raced ahead of you, his small figure disappearing in the darkness before suddenly reappearing, running toward you with a worried expression on his face.

“Did you invite that Savanaclaw Housewarden over?” Grim asked hesitantly.

“What?” it felt like you had been doused with cold water, spreading down your back and making you shiver, “No, of course not! Please tell me he’s not…”

“He’s there,” Grim jumped up and down, “What are we supposed to do? Do we fight him?”

“No!” you said quickly, “We’ll just have to ask him what he wants.”

Your feet felt like lead, dread weighing you down as you headed back to Ramshackle Dorm. Sure enough, Leona Kingscholar’s himself came into sight. The intimidating lion prince stood on your doorstep, facing you and Grim as you helplessly made your way toward him.

“L-Leona,” you stuttered, your heart speeding up in fear, “What are you doing here?”

The man looked at the broken down house you lived in, “I came to see what the excitement was about your dorm. I wanted to know why Azul was so interested in getting his tentacles all over this place.”

You nodded, not really understanding what he meant, but wanting to agree with him nonetheless. You really didn’t want to upset him.

Leona looked down at you, a bored expression on his face.

There was something wrong with him, you decided. It took you a few seconds to find out just why he put you on edge so much.

It was his eyes. They were clouded with an emotion you couldn’t decipher and locked on you. The gaze was purely predatory, making you feel small and helpless compared to him.

“I really don’t see what the excitement is about,” Leona said, condescending once more, “It looks like any old shack to me.”

Grim shook a clenched paw at him, “Hey! We’re working on fixing it up! You should see the bedroom- we totally remodeled it!”

Leona gave Grim a disdainful frown, “Ah, I see you still have the raccoon with you.”

“I’m not a raccoon!” Grim yelled.

You grabbed Grim’s shoulder as he attempted to advance on Leona, shrieking, “Lemme at him! Lemme at him! We’ll see who’s a raccoon!”

To your surprise, Leona laughed. Then, as if nothing had happened, his face resumed its familiar frown. His eyes locked onto yours, the hungry gaze making you tremble in fear once more.

He didn’t say a word as he slunk away from Ramshackle dorm, merely staring you down, even as he disappeared into the darkness.

You opened the door to your dorm and you and Grim made a beeline for the bedroom. You each got in your respective beds without you even changing into your pajamas. You stared up at the ceiling, fully awake. Hours ticked by and still sleep evaded you.

Why did you still feel as if you were being watched?

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That day you didn’t see Leona after any of your classes. It should have put you at ease, but instead it put you on edge. Had he grown bored of you?

Somehow you didn’t think that was the case.

Since it was a Friday, the teachers decided to assign a mountain of homework to do. You struggled to fit all of your textbooks in your backpack, but the struggle to carry them all was even harder.

Grim and you split ways; you deciding to get an early start on your homework while Grim went to goof off and put it off to the last minute.

You trudged all the way to Ramshackle dorm and struggled up the stairs. As soon as you had gotten to your room, you let the backpack drop, panting for breath after all the labor you had endured.

When you opened the door, time itself seemed to stop.

There, on your bed, lay Leona, a sharp-toothed smirk playing across his face. He cocked his head at you in an almost-cute way, but you weren’t deceived. Not when his heavy gaze was so predatory.

“You sure took your time getting back,” he drawled, his smirk turning sly.

You stumbled backward, “Leona? How did-”

“Ah, the perks of being a cat,” he yawned, stretching out on your bed as if he owned it, “I can easily slip in undetected.”

Dread coursed through your veins, “Why are you here?”

“I wanted to be here when you returned,” he purred.

“Stop acting like this is normal! This isn’t-”

“Normal is boring, little mouse,” Leona sighed, pushing his body into a sitting position, “You should be thankful that I’ve been guaranteeing your protection.”

“What?” you were struck dumb by his words.

“Night Raven College has its dangers,” Leona drawled, “You’re the only girl in an all boys’ school, after all.”

“I can handle myself thanks,” you said coldly.

Leona’s laugh echoed across the room, booming in your ears. Your cheeks heated up, feeling as though you were being looked down upon.

“You have no idea what could happen to you,” in a flash, Leona was right in front of you. You recoiled in shock, but one of his hands gripped your chin before you could get too far, “Someone could lock you away forever, and you wouldn’t be able to do a thing.”

He leaned forward until his hot breath played across your face, “Do you understand?”

You managed to nod, knowing there was only one answer he would accept.

“Don’t worry, little mouse,” Leona purred once more, “You’re under my protection. No one would dare hurt you as long as I watch over you.”

The way Leona looked down at you made you feel like you were an insignificant, helpless little bit of prey playing right into his hands.

And to Leona, you probably were.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere one shot #one shot #yandere twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #yandere leona #leona kingscholar

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For What It's Worth - Chapter 1

Chapter 1: You, Max, a bouquet of flowers and a missing name.

Max Verstappen x Reader

Chapter Summary: You receive a bouquet of flowers and it turns Max’s life upside down.

Warnings: Swearing, having a drink.

Word Count: 4193

Author's note: So this is the first legit long series I have ever written. Chapters will go up when they go up but I will try and make them as regular as possible. I really hope you like it and yeah, it’s meant to just be a fun read. Hopefully you enjoy the boys antics as the story progresses and I am super excited to hear what you guys think :D Thank you so so so much to @0-atmilk-latte for all of your help and listening to me talking about this for too long <3

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“Yes, that’s correct, perfect. First thing tomorrow morning. Please, please don’t forget the note. Oh, I think you’d need to drop it off by 7am? Is that okay? Can you do that? To the hotel room? You guys are life savers, thank you so much. Have a good one.” Max hung up the phone after the florist had said their final goodbyes and began closing every tab he had opened on google immediately after. He swiped through too many, showing either florists or the meanings of flowers. One he closed faster than the rest, even in his isolation, embarrassed by his need to look up some passionate words to put on a note, but in his defence it wasn’t like you were confessing your feelings to the love of your life every day.

No, this was a once in a lifetime moment. One that some don’t ever even get to experience.

Max was about to experience his moment and soon.

In just less than 24 hours, the woman he considered his one true love would know exactly how he felt about her.

He knew he would experience some nerves, but for reasons beyond what he understood, they were minimal. No, what Max was feeling was an overwhelming sense of calm. It was as if he knew that after this moment, everything in his life would somehow be better, he’d be truly content and at peace.

For the first time, everything in Max’s life made sense.

With Google finally closed, only the time was left glaring back at him and for once, he didn’t care about the fact that he was going to have to sit through media duties for the day. What he did care about though was that he was definitely going to be late and if he was late again, you might actually just kill him. At the very least, give him that stern look you think is scary which somehow makes him feel giddy. The cock of your head, eyebrows lifted, eyes daring him to challenge you, the small smile on your lips giving you away, it all left him making a deal with whatever god existed that even if that was the only look you’d ever give him again, he’d take it, as long as he could still have your eyes on him.

As if it was like you could feel him thinking about you, a notification bearing your name popped up, just below the time, both warning him that he was about to be late. He quickly grabbed his bag, it felt lighter, everything felt lighter, Max was lighter. He slammed the door, the sound jarring him, a quick apology was whispered to it, more out of habit than anything else and then he was running down the hallway passage. He could see the elevator doors closing and before he could shout out a request to keep the doors open, he watched your hand curl around the edges of the door, the elevator opening back up and as the doors parted, there you stood, with his favourite look on your face. God he loved that smile. You could never be mad at him.

He slid through the doors and came to halt next to you, shrugging the strap of his bag back onto his shoulder from where it had fallen.

“You’re late Mr. Verstappen.” you reached forward to push the button for the ground floor, the elevator doors closing for the second time for you now.

“Good Morning to you too.” He glanced towards you out of the corner of his eye, before staring back straight ahead. He didn’t miss the smile you were attempting to hide. He was doing a poor job of hiding his own.

“Are you going to give me an explanation or?” You’d turned to look at him this time, faux stern look still directed at him, your attempt at keeping things professional. So unlike Max.

“Would you believe me if I said it was because I hated media duties?” You rolled your eyes and Max crinkled his own as his smile grew wide.

“It’s the only reason I’d believe. It’s not like you had a raucous night where you’re sneaking a woman out the next morning.” The elevator doors slid open and you seamlessly slid out, quickly making your way towards the hotel entrance with Max following after you, significantly less grateful than yourself.

“How do you know I wasn’t having a raucous night that required me to sneak a lady out this morning?” He hooked his thumbs under the straps of his bag as he fell in step with you. Only increasing his steps slightly to get to the main door before you, swinging it open to allow you through first.

You stopped in the doorway, the softest smile shining at Max. He couldn’t help but notice how the apples of your cheeks got just that much more plump as you did. He couldn’t stop the thought of finally being able to kiss your cheeks the second you were his floating into his mind. From tomorrow he’d be able to.

“Well, if you were, I feel sorry for her, because it couldn’t have been that raucous if you were messaging your assistant at 10pm asking what movie we’re watching for movie night.” Your hand came up to pat his chest as you continued through the doorway, Max hot on your heels ready to defend himself.

“Firstly, I wasn’t messaging you as my assistant, I was messaging you as my best friend,” Max’s arm swiftly moved past your body to reach the car door before you could. Your small step backwards to move for the opening door pushed your body further into his. Max didn’t move. The feeling of you in his space was always welcomed. It had been a growing constant in your friendship. Almost as if the two of you needed to share the same space to physically exist. “Secondly, it’s an important question.”

“Movie night is next week Max, let’s first get through this race weekend before you start stressing that pretty little head of yours about what movie we’re going to be watching for movie night.” You shifted across the seat to make room for Max as he began climbing in. It is as if your bodies worked in tandem.

“Listen, it's important.” He’d never tell you it was so important because it would be your first movie night as an official couple. The car merged into traffic and made its way towards the track, the hum of the car engine now filling the space as both you and Max got into the race weekend mindset. An unspoken need for both of you that the other always seemed to understand without an explanation

“How to lose a guy in 10 days.” You continued to stare out the window as Max pulled out his phone, opening up the note app labelled with your name. He scrolled past all the lists of your favourites - food, restaurants, colours, flowers, baked treats - and at the bottom he wrote:

1st Couple Movie Night Movie - How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days.

He’d chat to Daniel at the track about what may be too much for it, because in his need to make it the best couple night for the two of you, he’d already been looking up where to rent a slush puppie machine just so you could indulge in your favourite drink, the rum slushie, it was one of the first things he had put on his list of your favourites.

He couldn’t find where to rent one, but as of monday at around 2pm he would own one.

He debated making a comment about you wanting to watch a rom-com with him, but he kept it to himself, a small chuckle leaving him instead as he pictured you huddled under a blanket on his couch, his arm slung around your shoulders, as he definitely ends up watching you more than he could ever watch the movie.

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“What’s got you in such a good mood?” Daniel whispered as he sat next to Max in the drivers conference, both content to ignore the journalists until the absolute last moment they could.

“I’m finally making my move.” Max whispered back, expressing a mixture of excitement and approval. Not approval of you, no, he knew Daniel adored you and had been pressing Max to make a move now for months, approval of the fact that he was actually finally doing it.

“Glad to see you finally grew a pair.” Daniel clapped Max on the shoulder before discreetly covering his mouth, “What’s the plan?”

Max mimicked this move, eyes darting to the media before continuing the conversation with Daniel, “Got her a little gift, cute note and everything.” Max sounded giddy with excitement.

Daniel laughed at his friend's enthusiasm. “Wow, you really are aiming to win everything this weekend aren't you?”

“Only one thing worth winning,” he was then interrupted as the conference was signalled to start, the onslaught of cameras and people now solely focused on them, and normally he would have hated it, a fake smile present, if he could muster it, but today, everything was genuine,

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“A quick drink.” A comment you knew held no weight when directed at the australian landed on deaf ears as you sat down at the table, Max taking the seat beside you, his usual and rightful place, before casually draping his arm over the back of your chair after greeting had been made around the table.

“It’s the start of the season, we have to have a drink to celebrate,” Daniel attempted to defend the invitation he had sent out shortly after their work obligations had concluded, a nodding Max beside him agreeing that it was something worth celebrating.

“And what’s got you so excited about the start of the season? We already know you’re set to win the WDC?” You laughed as the table was filled with complaints and groans.

“Awfully confident about your boy winning there.” Alex shouted down the table.

“The Williams are about to give those Redbulls a run for their money.” Lily piped up alongside him, laughter once again taking over the table, Lily herself even unable to suppress her own giggles.

“The only reason that Williams would ever look even close to good is because Alex is the one driving the car.” Charles had elicited a round of “Awwww’s” interspersed with more laughter with the comment of his good friends skill, always the one to make sure everyone was feeling good, even if his own nerves for the season were boarding on unhealthy at this point.

As the laughter died down, you turned slightly in your seat to redirect your gaze to Max, only to find him already looking at you, almost as if he could read your mind, still wanting to know what had him so excited for the new year ahead.

“This year feels different,” all eyes were now on you two, listening to what could be so special to the driver about this year, “I just have a good feeling that this year is going to be the start of something amazing.” Max mimicked you as you tilted your head in confusion, while every other person at the table simply nodded in acknowledgement of Max’s statement. You had assumed it was because they agreed he was going to be breaking records and changing the world of Formula One, but they were acknowledging something else instead. Something that you had completely missed. Instead, they were all acknowledging the inevitability of you and him. Not as best friends. Not as you as his assistant and him as your boss. No, they were acknowledging the inevitability of you together, as a couple. As the two people who were so desperately in love, always only moments away from admitting it to each other. How it had not happened yet was beyond anyone sitting at the table, beyond anyone in the world of F1 itself, but it existed as one of the great mysteries of life. What no one else but two people at that table knew though was that tomorrow, the inevitable was going to happen. Tomorrow, you and Max would walk into that Paddock as assistant and boss, as best friends and as a couple. Max was sure the second the crowds found out, they’d be cheering for you two more than anything else the entire weekend.

He’d once heard in a movie you’d made him watch, another one of your rom-coms, that when you were in love, it felt like the whole world was on your side and Max was sure, considering who he was, that there was no way he could ever feel like that and then came the day that he realised he was in love with you.

The whole world truly was on his side when it came to loving you.

It was the natural order of things. Max didn’t really believe in fate or destiny or much like that, except when it came to you. Max was sure, without a shadow of a doubt he was destined to fall in love with you. His fate was always and ever only you.

Suddenly Max was broken from his trance and pulled back into the conversation as the waiter's arm passed between the two of you, placing your drink in front of you, a Malibu sunset if he recalls, his beer shortly following. And so the evening continued, conversation flowed, laughter poured out of you all and Max could not be more thankful that this was his life. He was constantly drifting in and out of the different conversations, but always drawn back to you. Always utterly distracted by you and the second you distracted him, well then his mind began to wonder and it was filled with nothing but thoughts of you, and him, and tomorrow morning and how his entire life was about to change in the greatest way he could ever imagine.

Until everything he was so sure of came crashing down around him.

“Sorry, what was that?” he leaned forward, closer to you, inserting himself in the conversation between you and Lily. He had briefly taken note that you were discussing something about dating, it was another one of those moments where he got distracted, daydreaming about finally dating you, when his brain had caught on to what you had just said.

“Oh, we’re just talking about which situations are creepy or not when you’re being hit on, because there are very distinct differences.” Lily caught him up on what exactly you two were discussing, you nod along before turning back to Lily to continue.

“No, no I got that, sorry, I just, what did you say?” he gently tapped your shoulder, indicating that he wanted you to repeat what you had just said.

“Oh, no I was just saying that the creepiest situation is when your boss hits on you. Like, there is nothing worse,” your face scrunched up in disgust as Lily laughed along with you and a few others that had now joined in the conversation.

Fuck.

Max let out a forced laugh before dropping his arm from around your chair and abruptly standing and grabbing his phone off of the table, all eyes being drawn to him. “Sorry, sorry, I just remembered, I have to go sort something out, sorry.” He stumbled over the leg of his chair as he quickly tried to get as far away from the table as possible.

Fuck.

The second he was out of sight of the table he was frantically searching for the florist's number, still moving towards the exit of the restaurant. All it did was ring. Again and again and again. And when it stopped ringing, Max simply dialled the number again. And with each new ring, his breath grew more ragged.

And this is how Daniel found him, back against the wall, eyes closed, phone to his ear, breathing so shallow he was sure he was going to pass out any minute and a slew of curses streaming from him in between the aforementioned breaths.

“Mate, you okay? What’s going on?” Max snapped his eyes open and swung his head round to Daniel, clearly searching behind him for someone that was clearly not Daniel.

“I fucked up, oh my god I fucked up so bad.” The panic seeped off of him as he began dialling the number again.

“Okay, calm down, we can fix it, it’s okay, just, what’s happening?” The phone only ever left Max’s ear so he could redial before it went straight back.

“She said it was creepy when a boss hit on their employee!” Redial.

“Mate, I’m sure she didn’t mean like, your guy's situation?” Daniel was almost 100% sure you hadn’t meant you and Max. You two were meant to be. There was no way you meant you two, “I mean, we all know how you guys feel about each other.”

“Has she said anything to you?” Redial. “Because I know I haven't shut up about her, but has anyone heard anything about how she feels about me?”

“No, she has not.” All that could be heard between either Max or Daniel was that stupid ringing that Max was sure would haunt his dreams for all eternity.

“Who the FUCK does a romantic gesture without knowing how she feels about him?” Daniel took the phone from Max before it landed in the middle of the road, screen smashed.

“Listen just because she hasn’t said anything doesn’t mean we can’t all see it.” Max was now slumped back against the wall, hands in his hair, nearly ripping it out by the root he was so stressed, “What did you get her anyway?”

“Flowers, and a note.” It had all been so perfect and then he had to ruin it all by making an assumption.

“Oh, that’s not too bad?”

“The note pretty much told her I am in love with her. Like, I want to marry her one day, called her my soul mate kind of note.”

“This is slightly less good.” Max looked like he was on the verge of tears, “but again, you guys are best friends and I am sure she is just as in love with you as you are with her.”

“And I am her boss. I am her boss and I am about to lose my best friend and the love of my love. Oh I am so fucked.” During the lament of his life, Max had ended up face first, plastered to the wall, cheek squished up against it as it left indentations in his skin.

“Hey, what's going on? You okay?” Both boys swung round to face you, as only two children who had been caught doing something they definitely shouldn’t would react.

“Yeah, no, we’re good.”

“It's all fine.”

It was all too fast and the deep indentations in Max’s face were leaving you more concerned, but you barely had any time to respond before both boys were making their way towards you. Daniel placing his hand on your lower back to guide you back inside. Not Max. Your chair was pulled out for you again. Not Max again. And there was an arm missing from the back of your chair for the rest of the evening.

Most importantly though, there was a pair of eyes on you for the rest of the night too, not Max though. He could barely look at you for the remainder of the time there. Eyes avoided. Physical touch avoided. Conversation avoided.

It was far too noticeable for you to let go and you turned to Daniel, his eyes already on you, and you gave him a questioning look. The shake of Daniels head doing nothing to placate your concerns.

“You can talk to me if you need? It’s my job as your assistant to deal with you 24/7 you know?” It was your attempt at a light hearted joke, but as you whispered to him, it did nothing but break his heart. This had solidified it for him. He was your boss and he was about to become your creepy boss.

“No, I’m just, social battery ran out, I think I’m going to head out.” He got up before you could protest anymore, and bid his farewells, “I’ll see you tomorrow.” You missed the ‘hopefully’ he whispered after he was out of earshot.

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Max had the first free practice of the season tomorrow and here he was, 2am, wide awake, doing everything he can to avoid looking at his phone, well aware of the messages you’d sent him.

He was such a fucking coward.

It was meant to be perfect. It was all meant to be perfect. You were meant to get the flowers and read the note and run down to breakfast and hug him and be his girlfriend and you two were meant to live happily ever after.And he had made an assumption. He had just assumed you’d felt the same.

Now all he’d be was your creepy boss.

This is what he drifted off to sleep to. Thoughts of you quitting and him never seeing you again.

He felt that this year was going to be different, that it was going to be great. He didn’t realise it was the year of the great fuck up that as his life.

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“Has she said anything?” Daniel stood next to Max as he dished up from the buffet in front of them. God Max hated buffets. You’d once mentioned off hand the amount of bacteria that they had, open food and all. He couldn’t look at them the same after.

“Nope, but she’s definitely received them. Got the message from the florist this morning.” The second his phone pinged with the notification he felt sick. It was his own personal warning that his life was now ruined.

He was thankful Daniel hadn’t followed him to the table, clearly realising he needed to be alone. Throughout breakfast all Max could do was pick at the measly amount of food on his plate and glance up at the entrance to the dining room. Waiting for the moment you walked through the door and he’d have to face his failures.

He tried to get a mouthful in, but as he glanced up, there you were, standing at the buffet, same look he was sure he had on his own as he stood there. He couldn't take his eyes off of you and suddenly you were looking directly at him.

Scratch that, you were making your way directly over to him.

Shit, this was going to happen. Right now. In a dining room full of people.

He could feel Daniels eyes on the two of you as you pulled your chair out to take a seat next to him.

“Hey, are you feeling better today?” God that was like you, always, always making sure that everyone around you was okay, it was one of the first things that made him fall for you, how deeply you cared and god, he really needed to stop talking about this.

“Yeah, uhm, listen, I really am so sorry.” You cut him off with a wave of your hand, yoghurt covered spoon waving in his direction.

“For what? For having an off night? There’s nothing to be sorry for. Everyones allowed.” You placed the next spoonful of your breakfast in your mouth. You were carrying on eating and Max could barely breathe.

“And you? Are you doing okay?” It was a tentative question, both preparing himself for the inevitable conversation and shying away from it.

“Yeah, well, I mean, something weird happened this morning, but I’m good.” There was a blush. There was a blush and a small smile. This may be good. Max could feel air slightly enter his lungs again.

“Weird how?” An attempt to sound nonchalant. A poor one, but clearly you hadn’t picked up on it.

“Well, I got flowers and a note delivered to my room this morning,” you played with the food in your bowl, the blush deepening, “my favourite flowers and the cutest note.”

“And why is that weird?” Here it comes.

“Well, there was no name on the note, so I have no idea who sent it.”

“There was no name?”

“Nope, but I’m pretty sure he’s from the grid, just like, there were some references that makes me think it’s a driver,” Max’s wide eyes surprised you, “Do you know who sent them? Did any of them talk to you?”

“Wait, there was no name?” You only nodded in return, curious to see where this was headed.

He forgot. Holy shit. He had forgotten to sign his name on the note. He wasn’t your creepy boss. He was still your best friend. In his excitement, he had forgotten the most important part of the entire thing, his name, and it had indirectly saved him.

“Do you think you could help me figure out who it was?”

Well, it had saved him until that.

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A Losing Game - Professor Aaron Hotchner (Profiling 101 Series, Part 8/?)

Chapter eight, here we go. I hope you enjoy the way this moves into, I can't wait to hear your thoughts on this! Thank y'all for the love on the past chapters! Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: The reader enrolls in professor Hotchner's class "Profiling 101", a man she has always looked up to, a man who treats her like an asshole from day one. Will her need for academic validation manage to push the two closer together? Will her bright mind push her into the world of Aaron Hotchner and the BAU team? Will he manage to keep his distance before the world he tries to protect her from can get its grasp on her?

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected piv, shower sex, some angst due to the kidnapping, regular CM stuff

Pairing: Professor!Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader (2k words)

Profiling 101 Series Masterlist

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Nine

It took her a while to wake, forcing her eyes to stay shut, not daring to give away her awakened mind should she not be alone. With a quiet exhale leaving (y/n), she tried to focus on her other senses, on what she could feel, smell, and hear. But she was surrounded by complete silence, nothing could be heard, no cars, no beeping sounds that could indicate any machines, not even the sound of somebody breathing.

She felt the hard chair she was sitting on pressing against her aching back, her wrists unable to move due to the tape that was burning into her skin, keeping her glued to the chair. Fuck, panic arose in her system, not being able to move made the whole thing even more complicated, unable to fight off whoever had taken her.

It had been too dark inside the SUV to make out the features of her stalker, only his unfamiliar, deep voice had rang in her ears before he had knocked her out. She hadn’t even gotten any time to struggle, face falling forwards against the dark console, swallowed by the darkness within seconds before Aaron could come rescue her.

Aaron – oh god, Aaron. (Y/n) knew that he’d blame himself for letting her out of his sight, leaving her side for just a minute too long. Had he seen her stalker drive the car away from the BAU? Or had he thought that she had driven off on her own? No, he knew what had happened, they were already looking for her – they had to be.

Chills ran down her spine, a sensation so strong, (y/n) could no longer keep her eyes closed. She had to blink a few times to adjust to her dark surroundings. The room was small, looking like a prison cell, with only her chair, a table, and a small lamp that barely managed to alight even half of the room.

Where the hell was she?

Her gaze flickered down to the black tape that had been wrapped around her wrists, glueing her to the chair. With a huff breaking through (y/n), she tried to tug on her restraints, knowing that she’d eventually be able to break free if she’d get enough time to find her strength. Her body felt weak, leaving her to wonder how long it had been since her stalker had gotten his hands on her.

Fuck, she had been careless, in retrospect she should have been all too aware of the dangers lurking outside. She couldn’t help but curse herself for leaving Aaron’s side, for declining Derek’s offer, she would have been safe with them around. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

(Y/n) didn’t get any more time to curse her stupid actions, eyes flickering to the door which was pushed open. The man who stared at her looked unfamiliar, a stranger she hadn’t ever crossed paths with before – at least not willingly. She wasn’t sure if she should feel relieved that he was a stranger, or scared, unable to tell what he’d do to her.

“Well, finally, sweetheart, you had me worried.” He wasn’t much taller than she was, with brown hair slicked back, and dark eyes hidden behind round glasses. The guy must have been in his mid-twenties, a lanky figure she could take down in a fight if she’d only get the chance to. “Now, don’t look at me like that, I warned you, didn’t I? You should have been a good girl, should have listened to my warnings, to the rules, but you’ve never been good at doing that, huh? Of course not, you’re sleeping with your professor after all.

A humourless laugh left the man, dripping with jealousy and hatred. Fear thumped through her veins as he took a step closer, forcing her to part her lips to flush some water down her throat. Perhaps she could use his anger to her advantage, perhaps she could try to rile him up just enough to force him to cut her restraints – she’d only need one chance to fight her way out of this.

“Who are you?” Her voice was monotone, not dripping with anything that could give away her fear, the uneasiness she was held hostage by. She kept her eyes on him, not daring to look away even for one second.

“That’s not important right now, darling. What counts is that I’ve got you here with me, and well, I’ll need to thank the lovely Penelope Garcia for that. She helped me get you after all.”

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“Hotch, c’mon man, at least sit down for a few minutes. We’ll get your girl.” Aaron’s coffee-coloured eyes met Derek’s wide ones, letting go of an exhausted huff as he slowly sat down on the chair. It has been over six hours since (y/n) had been taken, forced to watch the video over and over again, watching how a masked figure had broken into the SUV, how (y/n) had stepped into the car all too obliviously, and how the SUV had hastily left the parking lot moments later.

“Alright, so we can rule out Lorey, we can rule out her family,” Emily repeated what they had put together hours ago, letting go of a defeated huff.

“So, we have nothing.” Aaron let go of another sigh, eyes momentarily squeezed shut to try and collect himself. This is what he had been fearing all this time, after losing Haley Aaron had known that he needed to be even more careful, that he couldn’t take any risks, for his sake and Jack’s.

“Garcia, anything you could pick up on the CCTV feed?” His dark eyes snapped towards Penelope, studying her tired features, not used to seeing her this quiet. She kept her teary eyes focused on the screen, not replying verbally, only shaking her head. With Derek’s hand placed on Peleope’s shoulder, they found themselves engulfed by silence. A silence that left their insides churning, knowing that time was working against them.

……

She helped me get you after all. She helped me get you after all. She helped me get you after all.

Bile rose in (y/n)’s throat as his words kept ringing in her ears. Penelope? It couldn’t be, not the one she had instantly clicked with. It couldn’t be, not the sunshine that had brightened the darkness she had been trapped in. It couldn’t be, it simply couldn’t be.

She needed to distract herself, needed to get a grip before she’d spiral. Her thoughts brought her back to Aaron, how he had touched her only hours ago, in the early morning, pressed against the dark shower tiles.

“Hold on to me, I’ve got you, baby.” Aaron’s raspy voice left her gasping, choking on the moans he forced from her. He had her pinned against the wall, hands holding her up as she slung her legs around his waist. With their eyes holding contact, he pushed into her, making them moan in unison.

Their hearts were racing, minds silenced by the intense sensations washing through them. She wondered if she’d ever get used to feeling him this close, deep inside of her, pressing against her stomach.

Aaron fucked her without holding back, his thrusts were fast, rough, and calculated, knowing that they couldn’t waste any time in the morning. The open-mouthed kiss they shared managed to swallow some of their sounds, leaving them clinging to one another.

“Fuck, Aaron, I can’t.” Her pulsing bundle was overstimulated from the two orgasms he had pushed through her only minutes ago, pressed to the mattress with his face buried between her thighs. No man had ever managed to make her cum this fast, this hard, an insatiable need that guided the two of them on.

“You can, and you will, baby.” His voice dropped with possessiveness, a dark touch that left her toes curling. Fuck, (y/n) knew that she was close already, once again letting go with a moan clawing through her without another warning.

Aaron kept fucking her, chasing his own high with his eyebrows furrowed together and his fingers digging into the flesh of her ass. She could tell that he was about to cum, pulling out of her at the last second, watching his cum paint her lower stomach.

Fuck, she needed to get back to Aaron, to touch him again, to feel him again, to speak to him again. She had waited too long to finally be with him, and nobody could take that from her, and especially not her stalker.

As if the man had heard her thoughts, he waltzed back into the room with a smug grin glued to his lips. He wore a suit, trying to come off as sophisticated, as if he was just another normal guy, not the sick and twisted bastard who was holding her hostage. Only as he placed her breakfast down for her did (y/n)'s eyes focus on the badge dangling from his neck, clearly stating that he was working for the FBI.

The FBI? Had he been that close the whole time?

“It’s time for me to go to work, I was called in earlier because the oh-so-valuable assistant team member of the BAU is missing. Of course, they won’t find her, especially not since I’ll be the one supporting them.” The smirk he wore on his thin lips left (y/n) choking on her angry gasps, trying to keep quiet. He wanted to get a reaction out of her, wanted to rile her up – but (y/n) wouldn’t give in, she couldn’t. “You should eat something while I’m gone. And there’s a bucket for you, I’m sure you’ll eventually need the toilet.”

“Cut me loose, asshole, otherwise I won’t be able to reach the food or the bucket.” A raspy laugh left the guy, slowly stalking closer to (y/n). His breath fanned her skin, leaving her covered in goosebumps, torn between disgust and fear.

“You’re a smart girl, (y/n), I’m sure you’ll figure something out. I’ll see you tonight, babe.”

……

“Guys, this is Kacey, he’s from the Tech Department, he’s one of the best down there, I thought it’d be good for Penelope to have some extra help.” JJ’s voice echoed through the room, she shot Kacey a grateful smile as he pushed his glasses up his nose.

“Hi guys, it’s good to finally meet the rest of you, Penelope always speaks so highly of you. I’ll do anything to help you find her, I promise.” He nodded at the team before he was pulled in for a tight hug by Penelope. She and Kacey had crossed paths a while ago, spending some time in her office together as they talked about shared interests, making plans to go out with their friends together, and building a friendship she deeply cherished.

“Thank you, we’ve got no time to lose, it’s been over twelve hours by now.” Aaron’s voice was emotionless, no longer dripping with the fear he had shown his team, no longer appearing vulnerable in front of a man who was a stranger to him. “Garcia, you two will keep on following the unsub on the feed, the rest of us will go back to (y/n)’s apartment, we’ll comb through it again, and see if we missed something.”

“You found him on the feed?” Neither Penelope nor the others seemed to pick up on the surprise filling every word that rolled off Kacey’s tongue, eyebrows furrowed.

“I did! He thought he was sneaky, but he missed a few cameras, it’s not much, but maybe we can eventually trace him back to his work, his car, or even his home." Penelope shot Aaron a hopeful smile, clinging to the smallest detail. "Thank you for helping us, really, I know if somebody can push us in the right direction, it’ll be you, Kacey.”

.……

Sweat was pooling on (y/n)’s forehead, lips bloody from the way she had pierced her teeth into the thin skin. She had lost count of the amount of tries she had used to free her aching wrists, without any luck so far.

“Fuck, c’mon!" Tears dripped down her cheeks and a deep, shaky exhale left her, trying to keep herself somewhat collected. With another breath inhaled into her burning lungs, (y/n) collected all her strength to try and rip her wrists free. One last try. It took her a second to realise that she had managed to break through the layers of tape on her left wrist, having to shake her numb fingers a few times before she could free her other wrist.

She’d get out of here, for the sake of herself, for the sake of Aaron.

#Aaron Hotchner imagine #profiling 101 #Aaron Hotchner x reader #Aaron Hotchner smut #criminal minds imagine

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sugar-plum-writer · 1 month

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A Heian Era Affair

Parings: GojoSatrou!ModernEra x FemReader!HeianEra! Tags: Fem!Reader; Gojo!imagines; slight!mention of violence; Chaos; 18+ as more chapters come; slow burn [I want to have a good build up~ just like my Sukuna series fic~]; An ancient Japan romance through time with reader A/n: Sorry for not putting out any updates or fics for almost a month! T~T I was busy with college and sem exams! but they are finally over so yay!!!!

[If you all like it, please heart and reblog the post! to know you want to read more~ and follow for chapter updates! or leave a comment to tag you when I put out new chapters~ I will do my best to roll out UPDATES ASAP!]

@elernity @derpykirb here is the update! ^-^

CHAPTER - 3

The sunlight basked in the small wooden house, the morning dew shimmered as the birds chirped in a lovely tune, a better alarm clock than what Gojo was used to

"Don't wash clothes like that! if you use too much strength it will rip apart!"

"I am trying god damn it!"

Wiping the sweat from his forehead he scrubbed the clothes, you guided him as you sat beside him, your hair tied up in a bun sweating yourself.

"How did humans survive this!?" he groaned

As he and you continued washing the clothes you heard a scream from him

"Ah shit!-", he bit his lip

"Oh lord what happened!?", hurriedly you took his hand and your eyes widened as blood dripped from his wrist

"This is bad wait let me get medicine!"

"Wait-"

Before he could say anything you had already left

"I can use RCT…" he whispered words barely audible as he watched you running

After some seconds he saw you holding a wooden box

"You truly are useless and cannot even wash clothes properly! How can you even call yourself the strongest!?" you nagged him as you cleaned up his wounds and bandaged him up

"Oh sorry I am not used to washing clothes using ancient methods near rivers am I?!", he argued back as the yelling continued

Unknown to you the moment you bandaged him up he had used RCT to heal it within seconds

"Phew that should do it…let's just hope you don't get an infection if you do even I cannot save your life"

Hearing your words he has never been happier to be able to use RCT

x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x

"Y/n!" a lady rushed screaming your name, causing both you and Gojo to finally stop nagging each other

"Who is she?" he whispered

"Just my neighbor, an aunty my mother knew"

"I see... I guess aunts are the same every era..."

"Oh my god, you did not tell me you got married!?" she yelped as she saw Gojo beside you

"I am not married okay!?" freaking out you tried your best to refuse her words

"What do you mean not married!? oh~ he is your boyfriend~" She nudged you and smirked as she walked towards Gojo who was screaming internally looking at you desperately for help

"He is n-!"

"Greetings! My name is Sumi Tachibana, I am Y/n's neighbor!"

Cutting you off she looked at Gojo smiling brightly

"My name is Gojo Satoru it's nice to meet you too", he smiled putting his hand out to shake her hands

"Oh~ how bold to flirt with me in front of your future wife! I am married so sorry~" she chuckled bashfully

"Huh…?", he looked at her then at you confused

"Aunty! What brought you here?" you stood between her and Gojo shielding him

"Oh right! I came to tell you the village has decided to host a festival next week so be sure to come!" she smiled warmly and left after chatting a little longer

"Flirting…what crazy conclusion is that!?" Gojo looked at you dumbstruck

"See I don't know what you knew previously but to put your hand forward to a lady after just meeting her gives the wrong signals alright" You looked at him and sighed

"Ancient times sure are crazy…"

"Oh god…" groaning you lowered your head

"What's the matter?" he looked at you

"She is now gonna tell everyone in the village that we are in a relationship"

He looked at you even more stunned than before, things were progressing too fast his brain felt fried. He realized just how big of a deal it was for him and you to be together in ancient times

"I guess…we gotta pretend to be in one"

"Do you know the significance of what you are saying!?" you looked at him shocked

"What? it's just a relationship~ I have been in many! my experience is over the charts dear" he smirked playfully as he looked at you

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Our Stupid Smart Kids

Summary: Y/N’s interview didn’t exactly go as planned, but don’t worry John and Alfred have got it all figured out. [B (23) & Y/N (21)] [Eventual slow burn with Bruce]

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x fem!reader

a/n: Well hello there. If you liked this story, it’s a part of my “Out of My League” series. There will be more to come ;)

Alfred had known John a long time. He’d known him since Bruce’s Gotham Academy graduation gala, which he pleaded not to attend. The florist had a mishap, and John and his wife Dorthie picked up the slack and had several arrangements sent over to the manor for free as a way to introduce their new business. Alfred reimbursed them, of course, but he also highly respected them.

They’d often catch up during lunch or get coffee. They’d been meeting up more frequently since Dorthie passed away, and Alfred was happy he could be there for John. Currently, they sit at The Little Cafe, a French-styled coffee emporium only a block away from his Flower Shop. Alfred's choice, of course.

“I just don’t get it, Pennyworth,” John started, mouth half full of a chocolate croissant. “She’s so god damn smart, and I’m not kidding either, but she just can’t - ugh, I don’t know.”

“I don’t know what to do with these bloody kids either,” Alfred shook his head, sipping his tea. They’d often do this, talk about the respective people in their lives. Alfred would pick John’s brain now and then about what to do with Bruce without going into too much detail, and John would do the same about Y/N and Carrie.

John swallowed hard and went in for another bite, "She is stubborn as hell. I know something's up, but it's like she would rather die than tell me. She's such a pill. It's ridiculous."

He inhaled deeply, shaking his head as he looked out the window.

"Don't get me started on stubborn," Alfred rolled his eyes. "Trying to get Bruce into the office is like playing a game you can never win. He'd rather faff around."

They sat in silence for a moment. John finished the rest of his croissant and didn't take his eyes off the road. Alfred could tell John was in deep thought. He appeared to be doing some sort of mental calculation. Eventually, John sat his coffee down in a serious manner, leaning back into his chair. He finally looked over at Alfred.

"How long have we known each other?"

"Does it matter?" Alfred leaned forward and chuckled.

"I know, but let's say it's been about seven years, give or take," he grinned, "In all that time, I've grown to trust you as you have to me."

"What is this about-"

"Now," he interrupted. "I know we have a silent agreement not to pry, but I think we could help each other here."

“What do you have in mind?”

"Well, Y/N has way too much on her plate to be worrying about bills, and she's great at bossing people around," he smiled. "Your Bruce clearly needs someone to tell him what to do and has more money than he knows what to do with. You see where I'm going with this?"

"You want me to give her the assistant's job," Alfred grinned. "If she needs help with money, I could always cut her a check-"

"Oh god no," he laughed. "She's too stubborn for that, but she would get him working."

"You would think," Alfred looked tiredly down at his tea. "They all end up quitting eventually."

“You don’t understand,” John smiled. “After Dorthie died, I was a mess. Didn’t eat. Didn’t sleep. The store was in shambles. Then, Y/N came back from school. She put my ass into gear. She a fixer.”

Alfred looked hesitant, “I’m not sure, John. Master Bruce can be persistent, to say the least.”

“Alfred, all I’m saying is if the Mister Wayne needs to get his shit together,” he grinned confidently, “she can do it.”

#bruce wayne x reader #alfred pennyworth #bruce wayne #batboys x reader #batmom #batman #batfam #slow burn

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melswifeasf · 11 months

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Safest in your arms pt 5

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Pairing: Georgia miller x fem!oc

Summary: sophomore sleepover isn’t as lame as Georgia and Samantha thought.

Warnings: (18+) MDNI cursing, drug use, underage drinking, age gap relationships (18 and 30) grooming, sexual themes.

THE THREE GIRLS walked into school whilst Maxine ranted about how she could maybe go to the dance if she did a couple of chores, all thanks to Georgia. hurray. Georgia is just fucking amazing. hint the sarcasm.

she understood the sentiment of the blonde being an amazing and cool mom but she was still feeling the freshness of their kiss, the aftermath which really wasn't anything other than them avoiding one another but even then, she couldn't hear that name without feeling her chest tighten.

as soon as they were past the doors Samantha broke away from the two teens and walked to the 'blue' hallway where her friends would be. before she could reach them a muscular arm was thrown over her shoulder whilst a more feminine hand was wrapped around her right arm. she didn't have to look to see who they were, Nias strong perfume filling her space mixed with Matthews cologne was answer enough.

"so can we talk about how we're gonna get alcohol" Matthew said leaning his body forward so he can talk lowly without anyone hearing.

"i can get it," Samantha said. she and the rest of them had fake IDs but they always tried to take turns when buying so that they wouldn't get suspicious, although at a certain point the guy who works at the gas station they always went to just stopped carding them at one point. regardless they still made sure to be careful just in case.

"sweet" Matthew said with a huge grin, he pulled his arm off of his best friend and walked up to the bean bags where the other three friends were sitting.

"what are we talking about?" Natalie asked once Samantha and Nia were also there. she was sitting on Oliver's lap on one of the beanbags whilst Jade was sitting on the other, the raven haired girl shot Samantha a smile to which she recuperated happily.

"sophomore sleepover" Nia said.

Matthew looked at them with furrowed eyebrows, "you guys are going to that?"

Samantha nodded, "it's extra credit"

Natalie laughed loudly, "why would they ask you, didn't you guys hotbox Mr Johnson's classroom?"

Nia scoffed, "actually that was your boyfriend and it's probably why they didn't offer either of you it" she said looking between the couple.

Oliver's hand rested on his chin as he looked at the them deep in thought. finally he spoke "that's.. true. huh, i forgot about that"

Samantha nodded, "perks of being quarterback, your pretty much untouchable" she said making Nia chuckle.

Oliver smiled widely, "god you're so right. kind of getting the whole white rich man in america vibes"

"oh my god, don't even" Nia grimaced along with Samantha and Jade. Oliver shrugged with a grin making his girlfriend roll her eyes and lean in to kiss his cheek softly. it was cute how the boy immediately started blushing pink.

"so what are you guys gonna do now?" Matthew asked. the boy was sitting next to - or more like squishing Jade who kept throwing glares at him whilst trying to push him away from the beanbag. clearly there wasn't enough room for two but that didn't seem to effect him.

Natalie smiled brightly, "Jade and i are going shopping" she said glancing at the girl who was paying her no mind, still too focused on the boy practically squishing her.

"and i'm going too.." Matthew said making both Samantha and Nia turn to look at him with furrowed brows. they both knew he hated shopping, even for himself which usually means Nia would pick out his clothes. in all honesty it was the reason the boy didn't dress like all the other basic jocks at the school. "yay" he said smiling forcefully with his hands up in the air as he shakes them dramatically.

the four girls laughed loudly, including Matthew. "fuck dude, who willingly goes shopping with these two?" he said pointing at Natalie and Jade who both turned to glare at him. even Samantha and Nia agreed with him, Natalie never had enough and Jade always had to try on every piece of clothes she bought.

"because if i don't Nat is gonna withhold-"

before he could even finish his last thought Nia immediately held her hand up "don't even finish that sentence"

Oliver raised a brow at her "what?" he said, "i was gonna say movie nights" he shrugged as if her thinking had nothing to do with what he was gonna say.

Nia sighed in relief "oh. okay"

"yeah," Oliver nodded, "that usually always leads to sex so"

the other four teens laughed loudly whilst Nia grimaced "you are disgusting, im disgusted. goodbye" she said not letting him get a word out as she began to walk away. Samantha looked back at her before looking back at her friends.

"looks like i gotta go" she said pointing at her, she short Jade one final smile before turning around and rushing after her friend. she knew for a fact Matthew was following behind without her having to look back to confirm that. pretty soon they fell into a matching step, Samantha in between Matthew and Nia as they all walked to their next class.

Samantha couldn't help but think about the conversation she had earlier. she really wanted her time with her friends to be chill, maybe they could get a bit drunk and bother all the horny teens that would most likely be trying to hook up. instead of that she'd have to be trying to spend most of her night trying to avoid the blonde woman, making sure they wouldn't end up on the same shift or in the same room.

"so i have news," she said not able to contain herself from talking about it anymore, she needed to tell someone desperately.

"what happened?" Nia asked turning her head to look at Samantha. the raven haired girl had her eyes trained in front of her, watching as some teens huddled in groups whilst other couples were walking to class hand in hand.

Samantha didn't seem to be talking fast enough in Matthews opinion causing him to start talking for her. "did you text her? did you guys fuck? are you guys gonna run away together and live your cottage core lesbian life?" he rushed out earning a questioning look from Samantha and a 'what the fuck' look from Nia. he shrugged at the twin.

"uh.. no." Samantha said hesitantly and very confused on why the boy would assume all of that by a simple sentence that didn't even involve the blonde in it. "she's going to be chaperoning at the sleepover"

"damn," Matthew sighed out, "the universe really wants you together"

Samantha rolled her eyes, "she's the one who offered which is so fucking stupid. why would she want to spend her saturday night with horny teens?" she asked annoyed.

"probably cause she's looking for her horny teen" Matthew smirked throwing her a wink.

she rolled her eyes, "oh my god shut up." she groaned. "i'm serious"

"maybe he's right"

"see?" he said pointing at her.

"about the wanting to talk to you, not the horny teen thing. that makes her sound like a perv" Nia clarified.

Matthew made a small noise to show his disagreement. "i mean.. she did technically kiss you the night you turned eighteen"

"really?" Samantha looked at him with a serious expression.

"i'm not saying that's horrible, i'm just pointing out the evidence." he shrugged.

"youre so weird"

"maybe you should talk to her" Nia said.

"i don't think so." Samantha shook her head. "anyway i won't be able to hang today cause Joe wants me to train a newbie"

"really, who?" Matthew asked.

"why can't he do it?"

"i don't know and i offered. he said he'd pay me double if i did" Samantha shrugged glancing at both of her friends.

"damn, he must really hate interacting with his employees" Matthew said.

"he's just not really good with new people. i've been working for him for the past four years and he's still kind of awkward" Samantha said earning a nod from Nia.

"he's cute though" she commented.

"honestly? i'm gay and all but if i weren't, he'd be my turning point" Samantha agreed.

Matthew shook his head immediately. "yeah, i'm out." he said and parted ways from the two giggling girls.

Bad bunny's voice was filling the room from Samanthas television, she was laying stomach down on her bed with her feet in the air behind her. her phone was in her hand as she texted Jade. she was dressed in pajamas, her hair wet from the shower she had just taken. after school she had gone to work where she trained the new girl who resulted to be Ginny. it was awkward to say the least. Samantha was used to making conversation easily with people, almost everyone she met always went from feeling awkward to comfortable in a matter of seconds. that didn't seem to be the case with Ginny.

technically she knew she was slightly at fault, she still had the whole Georgia thing lingering in the back of her head making it extremely difficult for her to talk to Ginny without her wanting to ask about her mom. it was horrible. even then Ginny didn't help much either, she was extremely awkward and Samantha wasn't sure if that's how she was with everyone or just around her. regardless she tried to make it work, she showed Ginny the basic things and anything else Joe had instructed her to do. although things took a weird turn when Marcus came in, Ginny was hostile and cold and even though Marcus was his usual self - trying to get a reaction out of the girl Samantha still saw something weird between them. she wasn't entirely sure what it meant but she did know that she did not want to be informed or a part of it.

after work Samantha had gone to the gym with the twins and Matthew, they spent almost three hours - they did more laughing and talking then actually getting anything done but it was a good distraction.

when she got home she saw Maxine doing laundry, a sight she never thought she'd see to which Ellen explained that it was her way of trying to earn the right to go to sophomore sleepover. smart.

a loud ding got Samanthas attention, she exited out of tiktok and went to the message chain between Nia, Matthew and her.

Sams wingwoMan

Matty

wyd

Sammy

watching videos on how to hide a body

Nia<3

omg, i love that. can i be included?

Sammy

sure, better watch out Matty poo

Matty

okay gross never call me that again.

Matty

and why am i always the victim?

Nia<3

cus u make urself a victim LMAO

Matty

wtv

Matty

what's up with the booze sitch?

Sammy

im gonna pick it up tm, have to get some cash

Nia<3

ur parents still check ur bank statements?

Sammy

unfortunately. at least i'm trusted though:)

Nia<3

ig, are we taking my car, or..?

Sammy

idk, i think i have to take Maxine

and her friends tm

Matty

lmao that's ass

Nia<3

wait, why? don't we have to help set up?

Sammy

nah, my mom said they'd handle it

Sammy

plus i'd rather endure that then have to set up

Nia<3

true

Matty

what are you gonna buy?

Sammy

i was thinking just vodka tbh

Matty

smart

Nia<3

can u pick up rillos?

Sammy

for there? isn't that like a horrible idea?

Nia<3

we could open a window?

Matty

or i can just buy a pen

Nia<3

they always give me a bad high

Matty

sucks for u ig

Sammy

idk. maybe. im not smoking though

Matty

why? u wanna keep tabs on bootylicious?

Sammy

ew wtf, we are not calling her that

Nia<3

better then hot milf neighbor

Sammy

or we can just call her Georgia?

Matty

nah, bootylicious is catchy

Sammy

i hate u

Matty

omg i love u more

Sammy

ha, like you'd ever hear those words from someone

Matty

damn, why u gotta do me like that

Sammy

i like watching u suffer<3

Matty

awe u added a heart🤭

Sammy

gross gtfo and never use that emoji again

Sammy had removed Matty from the chat

Nia<3

LMAO

Nia<3 has added Matty to the chat

Matty

wtf u are so hateful

Sammy

yeah yeah, anyway. what should i wear?

Matty

dressing to impress bootylicious?

Nia<3

idk i might wear pajama pants and like

a crop top or something

Sammy

okay same then

Sammy

and no

Matty

u sure?

Sammy

wtv

Matty

i knew ittt, don't worry, she's prob

already in love with u

Sammy

i wish

Sammy

gn dont text me anymore

the girl felt her phone vibrate three more times but she didn't go back into the text chain anymore and instead stood from her bed and walked out of the room. she took her time walking to her sisters room, when she was met with her closed door she knocked twice. a second later she heard a 'what' causing her to open the door to reveal her sister laying on her bed whilst holding her phone up in the air.

"mom said i'm taking you and your friends to school tomorrow" she said and walked inside the room, she closed the door behind her and then threw her body onto the bed and beside her sister.

"it's mang" Maxine said making Samantha snort out a laugh.

"no. it's not"

Max rolled her eyes, "yeah, i guess. your friends won't fit tough"

"Matthew is taking his car" she explained to her sister who nodded and went back to her phone. Samantha moved her body closer to the brunette to see what she was doing, Max didn't seem to care as she kept her phone on the screen with the group chat between her and the other three girls.

"oh wait," Max said turning her head again to look at Samantha. "can you get us alcohol?" she asked bluntly making Samantha laugh.

"seriously?"

"what? you know we're just gonna get it either way" Max shrugged.

Samantha looked at her sister, thinking over her options. she had a point, if she didn't get the alcohol then Brody or Press would. she rolled her eyes, "fine. i expect the cash on my nightstand tomorrow morning though" she said and Max smiled brightly.

"yay, okay" she said happily and went back to her phone.

Samantha chuckled silently and shook her head.

Taylor swift played on through the speakers of the car as the four girls practically screamed along to the lyrics. it was Saturday evening, meaning they were on their way to sophomore sleepover. Samantha spent most of her morning helping her mom set up some things for it before she went to go pick up the things her sister and Nia wanted from the gas station. the girl sighed softly and continued to drive, she now remembered why she stopped driving 'man' around during the summer. they were so loud and don't even get her started on their need to gossip about every single person they knew.

she had never let Max take over the radio - the two didn't exactly have the same taste in music but four girls against one wasnt exactly ideal and they ended up annoying her into saying yes. by the second song she was beyond annoyed. when they finally pulled inside the school parking lot a breath of relief left the girls lips and she reached to the radio to turn it down. all girls groaned in annoyance but didn't say anything knowing the screaming and loud music wasn't helping the older girl park correctly.

the door slammed behind her followed by the other three and the four girls walked into the school happily. Samantha sighed looking at the sky, fucking hell now she was regretting having accepted to chaperone in the first place. dealing with four teens gave her a headache now having to deal with over a hundred more? yeah, she'd need some alcohol for the night.

the girl had her tote bag hanging from her right shoulder as she followed the girls into the school, she didn't stop to chat with her mom like the others did and instead walked straight inside the school in search for her friends. they had texted her as soon as they got there, saying Ellen put them on gym duty meaning it wasn't hard for her to find them. brown eyes searched the room then they landed on Matthew and Nia who were standing at the popcorn station whilst talking to each other with smiles on their faces.

Samantha's lips quirked up at the sight. she'd never tell either of them so but she always thought theyd be a cute couple. she had seen first hand how Matthew always seemed to have a soft spot for Nia, whether that meant he'd pitch in for gas when no one else did, the way he'd walk her to class whenever Samantha wouldn't, how he'd make sure to take his time when rolling her blunt or the way he'd make sure to always buy her favorite candy when they'd go to the gas station. she just knew that Nia would never see that, not that she blamed her, it didn't matter how sweet Matthew was with them, he'd always just the the typical jock who slept around and then ditched them as soon as he'd find someone hotter or more attention grabbing.

"what's up losers" she said once she was near them causing them both to look away from each other and at her instead.

"thank god your here, i was getting tired of him" Nia said practically squealing as she brought her friend into a tight hug. Samantha laughed throwing her head back as she hugged her friend back.

"youre so dramatic" she shook her head, "and im pretty sure you made Matthew cry" she said pulling away from the girl so she could see the boy who was looking at them with a dramatic frown.

"i always feel like im the third wheel between you two" he commented with an eye roll.

Samantha chuckled and walked up to him to pat his back in support, "that's because you are. Nia and i are married, im not sure why you're here"

Matthew rolled is eyes, "yeah yeah, whatever. did you get the stuff?" he asked looking at her bag. she nodded.

"yeah, i had to buy shit for Maxine too so remind me to give it to her" she sighed out in annoyance.

Matthew chuckled, "why?"

"because i know that if i didn't she would just be bugging me all night about how i get you guys stuff but never her" she said.

"you coddle her too much" Nia said.

"i coddle everyone too much so i don't wanna hear it" she said holding her pointer finger up to point at each of them. Matthew held his hands up in surrender whilst Nia simply rolled her eyes with a chuckle. she had a point and arguing would just be a waste breath.

the three soon stood behind the popcorn stand, occasionally having to give some to students. Samantha watched as her sister and friends danced from afar. she swallowed dryly as the red head began to dance against her sister playfully - she knew by now that both Nora and her liked to kiss or dance on one another for 'fun' which in her opinion was stupid and insensitive in a way. especially when she heard about how they'd sometimes kiss at parties to get guys attention.

a low whistle made the girl look away from her sister and at the source of it, "what?" she asked confused.

Matthew smirked his eyes trained on someone in the room, "bootylicious is looking oh so delicious" he said in a slight sing song voice causing Samanthas nose to scrunch and her hand to fly down on his shoulder harshly.

"watch your mouth" she warned. Matthew groaned loudly and held the freshly hit spot.

"ouch" he said loudly, "you have jealousy problems" he followed up in a slight murmur as he shook his head.

Nia laughed, "don't hit me but he's kind of right, she's looking as milf as ever" she said looking at the blonde in a slightly dreamily manner.

Samantha rolled her eyes at both of them. "i hate both of you"

"oh, come on. just admit she looks hot" Matthew said bumping her shoulder softly. she didn't respond, just looked at the blonde in question. she did look hot, of course she did, when did she not? every time she saw her she'd be wearing a different outfit and looking like the prettiest girl Samantha had ever seen. god she was getting far too sappy for her liking.

"yeah, she looks hot or whatever" Samantha rushed out and pried her eyes away from the blonde, afraid if she looked any longer the blonde would catch her in the act.

"told you so" Matthew responded.

the raven haired girl didn't say anything in response, simply went back to watching her sister and her friends but the group had seemingly left.

"go talk to her" Nia said grabbing onto her best friends arm. Samantha let out a sarcastic chuckle and shook her head.

"absolutely not"

"why not?" Matthew asked.

"what would i even say?"

"that you want to kiss her again" he said raising his eyebrows suggestively. she rolled her eyes once more, trying her damn hardest to not punch him again.

"i don't" she snapped.

Matthew and Nia glanced at each other, an uncontrollable smile overtaking their features before they bursted out laughing at the same time. Samantha looked at them both confused then it sunk in.

she groaned, "you guys are so fucking annoying. i should've never told you anything" she said with an eye roll.

the two quickly settled down knowing if they dragged it out any longer they would get the attention of the topic of their conversation.

"okay, okay." Nia said putting her arm around her friends waist, "why don't you just talk to her? just to clear the air. Ginny and Max are like besties now and don't even get me started on your mom so it's not like you can just avoid her like the rest of your one night stands" she said.

she had a point, yes, but that didn't change the fact that being rejected sounded a lot worse than simply having to endure a couple awkward encounters a couple days a week.

she shrugged, "i don't know. maybe" she said laying her head on the girls shoulder. Nia smiled at her friend and pulled her in closer.

the three ended up serving popcorn for another hour before Ellen told them they could take a break and look in the classrooms to make sure no one was doing any drugs. Samantha knew Ellen had assigned that to them and not another actual adult because shed rather turn a blind eyes than have to deal with what came after. Ellen knew for a fact her daughter would look for a couple of minutes before giving up and just hanging out in an empty classroom instead.

and that was exactly what happened. Matthew was sitting on a yoga ball that one of their math teachers had in the room, Nia was sitting on one of the desks and Samantha was sitting on the teachers chair. by now she had given Brody the alcohol, not entirely sure where 'mang' was and not interested enough to go look for them.

"i need to get high" Nia sighed out dramatically.

"same" Matthew nodded.

Samantha smirked, "it's a good thing i brought some weed then" she said and held up the small baggy that held three blunts already rolled and ready for them to smoke. as soon as their eyes landed on it, the two teens eyes lit up.

"oh my god, i love you" Nia practically moaned as she reached over the desk and grabbed the bag from Samantha's hand. the raven haired girl smiled in amusement and watched as Matthew and Nia opened the bag and took the three blunts out.

"want one?" Nia asked holding the third one up with her free hand. Samantha shook her head.

"nah, im just gonna drink for now" she said earning a nod from the curly haired girl.

"liquid courage?" Matthew asked with a slight smirk.

Samantha rolled her eyes at him, "im gonna have to update my mother in an hour or so and id rather her not see me high off my ass"

"doesn't that work if your drunk too?" Nia questioned.

"yeah but she's drinking too so i can just say the smell is just her. plus last time i got high at school i had a panic attack and thought i was going to die" she said earning laughs from both teens.

"oh my god, i remember that. you know Mrs Jones almost called an ambulance" Nia said still laughing.

Samantha rolled her eyes with a slight laugh, "whatever. it's not my fault your brother made me smoke two whole blunts"

"why would you say yes in the first place?" Matthew asked with furrowed brows.

"i don't know!" Samantha exclaimed with a laugh.

Nia chuckled at her friend before bringing the blunt up to her lips, once it was securely held she looked at Samantha with her hand in front of her. when Samantha looked at her confused she sighed and took the blunt away from her lips so she could talk.

"lighter?" she said and motioned her hand so that she'd hurry. the raven haired girl groaned loudly and threw her head back against the chair.

"fuck"

"what?" Matthew asked.

"i forgot the fucking lighter" she groaned loudly pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration.

Matthew laughed, "how the fuck do you forget a lighter dude?"

"i don't know" Samantha shrugged exasperated. "Maxine and her stupid friends were being obnoxious the whole ride here and i just wanted to get out of there. i must've left it in the cup holder" she sighed.

"can you get it?" Nia asked earning a head shake from her friend.

"my mom won't let me out without asking a shit load of questions that i don't have the answer to"

"great" Nia said lowly.

the raven haired girl thought about what she could do. if she did go out to her car then she'd have to deal with a bunch of questions from her mom but if she didn't she'd have her friends grumbling about it for the rest of the night. she was the only one from the three that preferred to get drunk rather than get high but that had to do with her anxiety more than anything else. she couldn't think of anything else, maybe Marcus had one but that wasn't likely considering he didn't even want to go to the thing in the first place and him carrying weed with him sounded like something he'd do but also not something she'd ever want him to know that she also did.

nothing else came to mind except maybe, "i got it" she said suddenly jumping up from the seat. "the principles office" she said.

both Matthew and Nia looked at her as confused as ever, "what?"

"come on, there has to be a confiscated lighter somewhere in there" she elaborated and a look of realization flashed through both their eyes.

"damn you're kind of a genius" Matthew said.

"genius - desperate, same thing, right?" she shrugged. the girl quickly fixed herself up and went to the door. "i'll be right back" she said.

"want us to go with you?" Nia asked.

"and lose our spot? no thanks" Samantha shook her head and left the classroom without another word.

Samantha walked down the mostly empty hallways occasionally lecturing a teen or two about being too close. she was a chaperone and had to make her doing the job at least a little bit believable. the girl had on a pink crop top that exposed most of her chest and stomach, she was going to wear pajama pants like Nia but decided not to when she realized 'mang' had the same idea. instead the two best friends wore black cargo pants and matching pink jordan 1's. even Matthew was matching with his shoes.

a low hum rumbled from the girls throat as she approached the principles office. it was dark and as she opened the door she expected the office be empty but instead she was met with the one person she had been trying to avoid the whole. what was Georgia doing there? she couldn't think of any reason.. oh shit.

the blonde turned around quickly but not quick enough because Samantha had seen her pocketing a couple twenties from the cash box. Samantha's eyebrows furrowed as she approached the woman. was she seeing correctly or was she just imagining this?

a thousand different thoughts were running through her head as the sight. Georgia Miller was stealing? why? didn't she have a job at the mayors office and aside from that lived in a huge ass house? she had even heard from her mom at one point that she had been married to a rich man but he had died and Samantha wasn't dumb, she knew that meant she'd most likely received most of his inheritance.

"sorry," Samantha finally mumbled snapping her eyes away from the box and to the blonde. "im gonna go" she said and began to turn around but that damn voice stopped her before she could get far.

"shouldn't i be the one avoiding you?" the woman said with a light chuckle. she was nervous. Samantha could tell by the way her voice broke slightly at the end of her sentence. that also means her making conversation now was just so she made sure Samantha hadn't seen anything which essentially she had. she knew that means Georgia would try to come up with some excuse - one that she didn't need.

"i won't tell anyone" Samantha said, completely ignoring the woman's statement. Georgias smile faltered for a second before it went be to normal, she chuckled softly.

"what do you mean?" she asked still trying to convey confusion and amusement at the same time.

Samantha sighed, "i didn't see anything" she said motioning the blondes hand that was still in her back pocket. "Nia is in charge of the funding, i'll just make it seem like less people came then what we had counted, i don't know" she shrugged hoping that would make the blonde stop worrying as much as she was in that moment.

Georgias amusement fell from her face and was replaced by confusion, "why?" she asked her country accent bleeding through strongly.

Samantha shrugged, "i don't know, why you need that is none of my business but it must be pretty big for you to be doing this" she said.

the blonde shook her head, "but-"

"it's cool" Samantha cut her off. "seriously, Georgia. do you know how much funding we get from the state every year? we seriously don't need any more money at this school, have you seen the budget our drama class has? it's more than most people's monthly salaries" she said making the blonde chuckle softly.

a thick silence fell over them and Samantha could tell Georgia was processing everything. she didn't need to know why, she was curious, sure, like any other person would be but she didn't need to know why she felt compelled to take the money. it wasn't any of her business.

"but why?" she blonde repeated with furrowed brows, still not able to understand why the teen would do this just to protect her.

Samantha chuckled softly, "i don't know" she shrugged, "but what i do know is that im privileged and i've never had to grow up worrying about money which is not something a lot of other people can say. this money won't be missed, not here so just take it" she said firmly.

a dozen different emotions flashed through Georgias eyes, confusion.. amusement.. amongst other things until finally realization. the raven haired girl was trying her best to reassure the blonde, even smiling softly to show how genuine she was being about keeping it a secret. she expected a lot of different reactions, maybe a thank you, not to tell anyone what they just talked about or maybe even anger but what she didn't expect - not in a million fucking years was for the blonde to push herself off from the desk and pull her into a kiss.

if she had paid attention closely enough she would've seen the way Georgias eyes would glance down at her lips as she talked or the way she'd looked at her with pure and utter need when she finished talking. if she had paid enough attention she would've have been surprised when she felt a pair of soft lips on hers.

Samantha gasped softly in surprise, she felt one of Georgias hands circle her waist whilst the other gripped onto her jaw softly. her shock passed as soon as it came, not wanting to miss this when she had been craving it since the last kiss they had shared. instead she brought her own hands up to the woman's arms where she gripped for support.

wet lips clashed against against on another, teeth hitting from the neediness of the kiss and their tongues gliding against another roughly. Samantha was beginning to feel light headed, her hands only gripped the woman's arms tighter. in a swift motion the blonde had turned them around so that Samantha was being pressed onto the principles desk. she whimpered softly at the rough contact against her buttocks but continued to move her lips roughly against the blondes.

the raven haired girl trailed her right hand up until she was met with the back of the blondes neck where she gripped it softly. Georgia smiled into the kiss causing their teeth to clash and the kiss to stop. she was breathing a bit unevenly, a lot better than Samantha was though. the shorter girls chest was heaving and she was trying her best to breathe in and out lowly so that the blonde couldn't hear how much the kiss had affected her.

"why'd you come here in the first place?" she asked lowly, her face still extremely close to the hispanic girl. Samantha glanced down at Georgias lips wanting nothing more than to feel them on her own once more.

"wanted a lighter" she responded making the blonde chuckle softly.

"you thought you'd find that here?" she asked with a raised brow. Samantha shrugged.

"hoped so"

the blonde hummed then leaned back in for another kiss erasing any thoughts that had formed in Samanthas head. she kissed back just as hurriedly and she felt the blonde push her hips up so that she would sit on the desk. the raven haired girl complied, even opened her legs to feel the blonde closer to her. Georgia took a step closer and grabbed one of the girls legs to wrap it around her waist, her mouth still moving hotly against the girls. Samantha could only think about how she'd probably have a bruise after from now hard she was being kissed. not that she was complaining.

that thought exited her brain almost a second later as the door opening earned girls attention. Samantha quickly shoved Georgia off and ducked down under the desk before anyone could see her. the blonde looked at the person who walked in and then glanced at Samantha slyly who was shaking her head rapidly.

Georgia took a step back, "Max?" she asked confused, the sight of the twin with teary eyes grabbing her attention.

Samantha's eyes widened and she cursed silently, of course wit had to be Max. it couldn't have been a completely random person. the girl looked up at Georgia who was trying her hardest not to bring the brunettes attention to her sister who was currently ducked down and hidden in the principals office because they had just made out.

"oh.." Samantha heard Max say lowly. "im sorry, i didn't mean to-" at her tone Samanthas brows furrowed in worry. she sounded like she had been crying. why the hell was she crying? god, if she and Georgia hadn't been in such a compromising position she would've already jumped up and out of her spot to demand answers.

"oh, honey" Georgia said softly and walked up to Max to pull her into a hug. "what happened?" she asked genuinely worried.

"i kissed a girl and .. she didn't like it" Max answered her voice breaking at the end of her sentence.

"oh" Georgia said lowly. she pulled away quickly after, "come on. come on." she said and helped the girl walk to the door. before the blonde could fully leave she glanced back at Samantha who was peaking through door way, she shot her a thumbs up before leaving her alone.

a breath of relief tumbled out of the girl as she leaned back against the desk. fuck. she'd deal with Maxine later but at the moment she had to find a lighter and go to her friends before they killed her.

when morning came and everyone was leaving the school Samantha was walking along with her friends. after her little run in with Georgia she went back to the classroom to her two friends that were a little buzzed. they smoke the three blunts between the two whilst Samantha paced herself feeling the need to be sober in case the two did something stupid. thankfully she did since her mom asked her to help make sure no one was fucking up the classrooms during the middle of the night.

Nia and Matthew both groaned at the light, the two were mixed between still drunk and hung over. they were both wearing sunglasses to shield themselves from the light whilst complaining every once in a while which would earn a lot of confused eyes. Samantha just laughed with a head shake as she led them to where Joe and Georgia were handing out burritos.

she had yet to tell them about the kiss, first they were both too drunk and then too high and now they were far too annoyed and would probably just end up over reacting and getting more attention than they already had. "hey" Joe smiled at the girl who smiled back. she knew Joe would never admit it but she always thought she was his favorite, not only had she been working with him since freshman year but she was also the kind of employee that he could joke around with and yet still wouldn't act as if they were friends outside of work or ask personal question during work hours

"hey, can i get two extra for the celebrities in the back?" she asked pointing at Matthew and Nia who were shielding themselves from the noise and the sun. he chuckled.

"sure" he said giving her two extras. she had tried her best to avoid Georgias eye but she could feel the blonde staring and it was impossible for her to not acknowledge her. Samantha turned to the blonde and shot her a small smile.

she didn't get the chance to see the way the blondes smile widened as she walked away to her friends and handed them each a burrito to which they immediately started praising her.

#georgia miller smut #georgia miller x fem!reader #georgia miller x reader #georgia miller #ginny and georgia #marcus baker #maxine baker #ginny miller

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totally-bogus-timelady · 1 year

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18+ only!! Oneshot fwb!Steve Harrington x Fem!reader

A/N this is my first fic on tumblr. Had a concept so I thought I'd give it a whirl. I'm hoping to make this into a series at some point, but I'll see how it's received first. Comments and reblogs are appreciated, I'd love to know what you guys think.

Warnings: Pure smut, filth but kinda sweet. It's fwb!Steve what'd you expect 🤷🏼‍♀️

P.s: If I have used your gif and you'd like me to either take it down or give credit, please let me know as I have so many Steve/Eddie gifs saved and I have no idea where they originally came from 😅💕

Your hand runs slowly up his abdomen, feeling the taught muscles there tensing up in anticipation of what you're about to do. You scratch lightly through his chest hair as he pushes you slightly deeper into the mattress. His mattress that you've been on now more times than you can count. He buries his head into your neck, lightly kissing a path up to your jaw and then lifts his head, big brown eyes deeply searching yours as he hikes your leg higher on his hip and gently squeezes your thigh.

"You ready for me?" Steve asks. In a second your other leg grips over his hip and you push, flipping you both over. You smirk, Steve now under you gawking up in surprise, mouth ajar and lashes fluttering in that beautifully dumbstruck expression that only Steve could make look so pretty.

"Question is pretty boy, are you ready for me?" You tease your hips, grinding ever so gently against his hardening erection.

Steve makes a small gasping sound before quickly recovering from your ministrations. "You think I'm pretty?" He smirks coyly at you and starts to cant up into your gentle grinding, filling you both with pleasure and anticipation. You lean forward and start to mouth at his chest, sucking and kissing, leaving marks that only you get to see. A deep, loud groan resounds from deep within his chest. You move up to that spot between his shoulder and his neck and start to suckle at it, nipping and licking to soothe your hard work as Steve moans in utter bliss, the sound hitting your ear and wetting between your own legs even more.

Your hand slides down through the hair on his chest, teasing along the trail, past his bellybutton and finally reaches his firm cock. You palm at it as Steve's moans climb higher up the rungs of pleasure. You sit back a little, still palming at him and look at his half lidded, blissed out eye's.

"Now I do," You snicker.

"Oh god... Please... y/n, please."

You kiss up his chest again til you reach his jaw, giving it a small peck before you look into the dark, lust-filled hazel of his eyes. Your free hand threads itself into Steve's hair, other hand now moving faster over his pulsing cock. You tug gently at his thick, dark locks. Steve breathes your name against your lips as his hands travel underneath the shirt you slept in. He realises now that it's actually one of his shirts. He's not sure why but this makes him smile into your kiss.

"What're you grinning about Dingus?"

Steve looks up at you, your hand slowing slightly over his boxers. "Nothing, I'm just... I'm glad that we do this. You know, it's nice to have someone to just... blow off some steam with. Someone that you trust and... Well, you know what I mean."

You smile sweetly at your friend. Steve Harrington. The guy who you now struggle to think of not being in your life like this. Steve who you've now been under, on top of, wrapped around in the most intimate of ways. All the ways that you never got to be with Eddie.

Eddie.

Your heart stutters for a moment as you realise you haven't thought about Eddie much lately. A surge of guilt pulses through you as your smile drops, just a little. Eddie's not here anymore. Steve is. Steve's here, hot and all consuming and gazing into your eyes waiting for some kind of response. You decide that you won't let your grief ruin this moment for either of you.

"I'm glad that we do this too," You whisper. "Your a good friend Steve."

Steve's smile falters, unsure as to why those words bother him. But then your hand quickens it's pace again and the moments gone.

Steve becomes a moaning mess, grinding into your hand, hushed praises falling from his lips.

It's then that you hear footsteps through the open window of Steve's bedroom. Deciding to ignore it you pull at the band of his boxers and delicately slide your hand in, using the precum dribbling out of his angry tip to lube up the rest of his shaft. You stroke up and down, twisting your hand a little as you go. The only sounds in the room now being the 'shlick' of your hand on his cock and Steve's pathetic whimpers.

"Oh," He pants. "Oh, god. Y/N! Ugh."

His hands grip your hips again as you begin kissing and sucking at his chest.

Suddenly a loud 'Bang, Bang Bang' sounds against Steve's front door followed by the sound of Robin's voice.

"Hey, Steve! You almost ready to go?"

It's then that you look across at the clock on Steve's bedside table and realise that the three of you have thirty minutes to get to your Saturday morning shift at Family Video.

Steve's eyes widen as he looks down at you in panic after hearing Robin's voice.

"Oh Shit," You whisper against Steve's chest. "Sorry big boy, looks like it's gonna have to just be a quickie for now."

"Wha- OH! OH FUCK YES!" His fingers bruise into your side as his grip on you tightens. Your hand griping him tighter, working faster, harder on his leaking shaft.

"Shhh! Do you want Robin to hear you?" You whisper, now back at his lips.

"Hey Dingus! You coming or what!" Robin shouts again. You and Steve share a small chuckle at the pun your friend has unwittingly made.

Steve turns his head and calls out, "I'll be there in a minute Robin!" Then he turns back to you, his hips now thrusting into your hand, chasing his high now that he has to be quick anyway.

You brush his hair back with the hand not already occupied with his throbbing, hot cock. You can tell he's getting close, his movements getting sloppier. You lean in to kiss him, tongues tangling together. Hand still running softly through his hair, you lean back and whisper to him.

"Well Harrington? You heard her, you Cumming or what?"

His hips stutter as his load spills over into your hand. Steve's jaw clenches as his mouth is screwed shut tight. Aware that he can't make too much noise, Steve let's out a series of the most beautifully pathetic whimpers you think you've ever heard.

You stare at the pure euphoria in his eyes, his lips parted and realise that he's still cumming. You look down to see his cock still spurting out thick loads of white hot cum. Pouring out of the tip and making a creamy lake on his belly. It continues to throb and leak until finally, he goes soft in your hand and Steve, thoroughly spent, sighs in relief, sits up a little and looks down at the mess you've made of him.

His eyes go wide.

"Oh my god, was that all me?"

You laugh, "Yup," You look at his belly, "Well, I haven't had breakfast yet."

Steve looks at you puzzled, "Wha-" he's stopped by the sight of you licking and slurping up his cum and he whimpers again. You lick your tongue up his cock and fit the whole shaft into your mouth, cleansing him of his own cum. His cock jolts in your mouth in overstimulation and leaks a tiny bead as you pop off of him with one last lick at the salty droplet.

"STEVE! We have twenty-three minutes til work, what's taking you so long!" Robin shouts from outside again.

"Oh shit, I forgot she was there," Steve sighs.

You laugh at his expression, "Look, you go and clean yourself up, I'll get dressed, tell Robin your in the shower and that you'll meet us in the car."

"But what about-"

"If anyone asks, we watched a movie last night and I fell asleep before you could drive me home okay?"

Steve breathes a sigh of relief at your brief but not unusual explanation as to why you would've spent the night here.

"Okay, I'll meet you guys in the car in ten. Its a good job FV isn't a long drive," Steve huffs out a laugh. He looks over at you, now standing up from his bed, still wearing his shirt, your hair tousled from last nights and this mornings activities. "Hey," He leans into you, "I'll pay you back for this morning later, don't think I didn't notice that you didn't get yours."

Steve winks, gives you a short kiss on the lips and sends a quick slap to your arse as he heads towards his en-suite.

You stand there, heart thumping in your chest and slightly stunned at how quickly Steve had managed to have you blushing after the mess you'd made of him only minutes ago. But before you could dwell on it much longer you hear Robin hollering again.

"Seriously Steve! Are you masturbating or something! What's taking you so long?!"

Slipping on your own clothes over one of Steve's tighter fitted pairs of boxers, you go downstairs and prepare yourself to face Robin.

#stranger things #steve harrington #steve harrington masterlist #fwb steve harrington #fwb steve #family video steve #st4 #post season 4 #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fic #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #smut

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ravixen · 10 months

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svt + meeting at a blind date

➔ reaction || not requested

➔ warnings: none || 743 words ➔ notes: fluff ; in other words, someone tried to play matchmaker haha. i love the idea of this a lot. something about...forced meetings in this context is so amusing. some people thrive, and some people (me) do not. happy monday again :) please reblog if you liked this! and check out my carrd for my ko-fi or info about commissions

JOSHUA: unironically, he is the perfect gentleman. "oh, hey, are you a friend of jeonghan's, too? i'm joshua." he shakes your hand with a polite smile and gives you the opportunity to introduce yourself, but if it gets quiet, he immediately launches into a conversation about anything. your mutual friend is an easy target, and it only takes a few stories for you to roll your eyes and offer your own experiences with yoon jeonghan. I feel like he thrives in these kinds of situations, making strangers fall for him with some thoughtful questions. he's also an engaged audience, leaning forward with those bright eyes and hanging onto your every word. when you ask him questions back, he gives mild answers. things that paint him as perfectly ordinary when you know that he's anything but. "oh, is that so?" you raise an eyebrow. "jeonghan said you're wild and unpredictable, but you like to go cloud watching on your free time?" he grins. if you already know that about him, let's see how much more of his personality he can reveal.

JUNHUI: he is the king of awkward small talk...and not in a good way. he knew that this was happening, but he didn't expect minghao to just drop him off and leave. even a short introduction would've been better than this: bouts of uneasy laughter and continuous bowing at each other until you finally sit and gesture for him to do the same. his thoughts are running on overdrive, spiraling without a hint on his face. he gets so in his head that he misses what you say at first, and it's kind of embarrassing to ask you to repeat because it looks like he's uninterested, but you do it with a patient smile. "oh, i'm junhui," he says, ending with another laugh. "how long have you known minghao?" he hopes that his answering smile is just as warm. underneath the table, he keeps wiping his palms on his pants and wondering if he should order a pastry to go with his drink. knowing him, though, he'll take a big bite right when you ask a question. probably best to avoid that.

MINGYU: he breaks the ice quickly but at the cost of his own dignity. when he finds out that you're already at the cafe, he walks in all suave, trying to slide his sunglasses onto his hair, but he doesn't see the uneven doormat right in front of him and ends up tripping. "oh my god. mingyu?" that must be you. if the ground could swallow him now, that'd be great, thanks. you help him to his feet and into a chair, and he wishes that that wasn't your first impression of him. "seungkwan said you were clumsy, but that was..." you shake your head, a ghost of a laugh on your lips. "wow. are you okay?" he's perfectly fine. the only thing bruised is his ego, and all he wants is to go into his car and nurse his wounded heart. "i'm okay," he says, trying to brush it off, but there's a pout in his tone. this is not going how he thought it would. luckily, though, you find him funny instead of pathetic. maybe he can turn this around. (also the perfect pics came out after I wrote/queued this so here, have this.)

VERNON: he comes across as cold and disinterested, even to his own ears, but when he meets new people, it takes energy to be engaging and he's so tired. it's not your fault. he's been having a series of late nights, and when he's on camera, he can only pull through because of his members' energy and antics. sitting here by himself, expected to carry on small talk, he can't help the way he gives monotone haha's to your attempts. it seems like his bluntness is rubbing off on you, too, because you lean back in your seat with a subtle sigh that curls your spine. he knows jihoon meant well when he set this up. vernon just wishes it was a different day. suddenly, the speakers transition from justin bieber to an extremely familiar intro, and he perks up, watching as you do the same. "what a throwback," you say with a wide smile. "did you listen to avril lavigne, too? she was my childhood." "yeah, i listen to her a lot. she's still one of my inspirations. do you...have any?"

#caratwritersclub #seventeen scenarios #seventeen fluff #svt fluff #joshua scenarios #junhui scenarios #jun scenarios #mingyu scenarios #vernon scenarios #g: svt #m: jisoo #m: junhui #m: mingyu #m: hansol #t: reaction #s: notrequested #ravixen

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behoright · 1 year

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let us feel (love countdown series) l a. svechnikov

touching your face / how'd it take a long, long time to be here

summary: part 9! our couple spends their first night together as bf n gf!

wordcount: 4.3k

song: jupiter - donna missal

warnings: 18+! minors dni! contains smut n sexual situations!

a/n: much awaited! thank u for your patience! this is garbage but I'm doing my best! enjoy! love u! @ryanpulock aids w these fantasies so much sorry not sorry. @thejoeburrow @hoesforthecanes you guys have a special place in my heart.

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Andrei had officially turned into mush.

Or, at least, that’s what he felt like.

He had stopped you both around 15 times on the way back to the restaurant just to kiss you more. He felt that he had to pinch himself every couple of steps. Having his arm around you just wasn’t enough; he wanted to feel your mouth on his again and again. So every couple steps, you were met with a goofy grin, slowly making its way towards your lips again.

“I can finally do this, oh my god.”

He didn’t really have a plan on what to do when they got back with the group, but he didn’t care. He was too elated and giddy to bother entertaining anyone’s chirps or comments.

Truly, all he really wanted was to be with you. Regardless of who or what was around you both. As long as he had the freedom to kiss you whenever he wanted, now that you were his.

You were able to sneak back into the restaurant mostly unseen, Andrei’s hand flat on your exposed lower back, guiding you to your seat.

“Oh, there you are. Where did you guys go?” Jordan questioned as you adjusted yourself to into your seat.

“Uh, just needed some air. All good.” he said, sitting down. Thankfully, the dark lighting covered up how flustered you both were.

Neci kicked Andrei under the table as soon as you got distracted by a very curious Jarvy, who had some very poignant questions for you.

Andrei looked up at his friend, who gave him a subtle questioning look. The Russian couldn’t help but blush; he couldn’t even face his friend as a quiet chuckle escaped him, looking down at his lap.

“Oh, man, really?” Martin whispered, dramatically leaning forward.

“Yeah, brother.” he said, a smirk plastered on his face.

“Let’s fucking go.” Neci bounced in his seat, extending his hand over to his friend to congratulate him.

“What happened?” you asked, all the disarray calling your attention to them.

“Uh, what?” Andrei scrambled. As much as he tried, he knew he couldn’t get rid of the smile. “Nothing, nothing, baby. I tell you later.”

The two teammates were surprised at how quickly you were satisfied with that answer as you turned back to Jarvy.

“Baby?” Martin mouthed at Andrei, before making kissy noises toward him.

“Shut up!” he hissed, embarrassed.

Before the two could cause any more ruckus, the ringing of Rod’s knife against his wine glass quieted the whole team.

“Okay, everyone. So what I want to do, is each player can introduce who they brought, and why they’re so special. Who wants to start?”

Andrei’s heart flipped in his chest. This whole trip everyone had chirped him, mortified him in front of you. He didn’t know if you actually didn’t care or if you were just being polite by shrugging all the comments off. Now that he had you, he couldn’t let this happen again. He had to take control of it, he thought. Andrei hyped himself up so much so that his body seemed to move on its own. He wasted no time in grabbing your hand as he stood up so drastically that he had to turn around and grab the chair to prevent it from falling backward. “Uh, okay, it seems like Svech wants to go first. Take it away, Andrei.”

Seeing you wrap your arm around his waist so naturally made his heart beat even faster, so much that he thought he was going to explode, causing his introduction to come out a little too hurried.

“Uh, this is my girlfriend Y/N and she’s my best friend and she’s amazing and I love her so much!”

Andrei had crossed the line of a normal tone for a restaurant, basically shouting. He was lucky his voice didn’t crack as he formally presented you to everyone. The cheers that came subsequently became muffled in his ears as he swiftly turned around and brought his face, now burning hot, close to yours. It was almost comical the way his hands grabbed your face so intently, surprising you with the most grandiose kiss. He only let go to raise his fist in the air, leading his teammates to whistle and cheer even louder.

He had never been so embarrassed in his life. The butterflies had taken over his whole system, throwing logic and any type of inhibitions out of the window. You looked up at him, your eyes gleaming back into his. He ran his thumbs over your rosy cheeks before hiding your face in his chest. You felt everyone’s eyes still on you as he helped you back down to your seats, planting a kiss on your forehead.

“Okay, okay, thank you. Thank you, Andrei, for that wonderful introduction. Who’s next?” Rod shouted from his seat, shaking his head.

Andrei didn’t hear anyone else’s speech, too close to you to even attempt to care. It happened, and he felt like his big secret was out.

The nervousness immediately turned into excitement.

You liked him.

You actually liked him back.

He could kiss you, touch you, and not worry about anything else.

As most people around you were focused on the various introductions, Andrei didn’t waste one second, his eyes burning into you constantly. Whenever you’d turn to look at him, it would take him less than a second to bring his lips to yours.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you for so fucking long.” he whispered, his fingers intertwined in your hair.

Your lipstick now a thing of the past, he was becoming addicted to the softness of your lips on his. He craved to be closer, to have his touch on you more. He didn’t hesitate to slip his tongue inside your mouth, even while surrounded by everyone.

Thankfully for his teammates, there was an ice cream shop not too far away.

They all opted for that instead of dessert - at this point, they all hoped to see Andrei’s lips focus on something that wasn’t you.

“I’m sorry” he chuckled while waiting for his cone. “I don’t know, I just, I can’t stop.”

“Don’t apologize. This is all I want, Drei.” you whispered against his lips.

The graze of your mouth against his and the tone of your voice caused a stir in Andrei’s pants.

Immediately.

It didn’t help that you went back to kissing him, your tongue finding his once again.

“You taste like strawberries.” he chuckled, feeling flustered.

He facepalmed in his head.

You taste like strawberries?

Idiot.

“Yeah? What flavor did you get, my love?” you said, still focused on his lips.

The more pet names you called him, the more you ran your fingers through his hair, the harder it became to hide how hard he was becoming for you.

The only thing that saved him from making a fool of himself again, or to be honest, from sliding his thighs in between your legs, was Tripp yelling at him.

“Svech! Your cone, brother!”

He realized then how little he had actually interacted with anyone else that night. He didn’t want to be rude, but there was something about having you there with him as his girl that kept him attached to you. He found himself struggling to grab his cone just because he didn’t want to let go of your waist.

“Maybe we should go talk to some people, Svech.” you said. Like clockwork. It’s like you knew what he needed, what he was thinking about at all times.

“Yeah, I was thinking that.” he chuckled, placing another series of pecks on your lips. “I can’t kiss you that much with ice cream.”

His laugh came out a little too loud, his friends close by turning slightly, yanked from their conversations.

“What can you do, eh?” Tripp exclaimed to Rod. “Young love.”

“Hey, lovebirds. Come sit here, come. Come socialize.” Burns waived over from his seat, his brother pulling up some chairs.

“We got caught, Drei.” you said, walking over to his friends with Andrei’s arm never leaving your shoulder.

Not for that second, or for the rest of the night.

It wasn’t until you were in the hotel room that he moved his touch to your waist, keeping you steady as he kept you on his mouth.

He didn’t know the time, or how long you stood there. It was hard to let you go.

You basically had to peel each other off to get ready for bed, the craziness of the day starting to grow on you more.

“So, did you have a good night?” you asked, coming out of the bathroom in your pajamas.

Andrei was laying in bed already, splayed out with just a pair of sweatpants on. He couldn’t be happier that he could do this now; somehow, he felt even more comfortable now.

“You are kidding, right?” he laughed. “Come. I want to finally cuddle you.”

You bounced over to the bed, finding his embrace once more.

You laid there, dumbfounded, sharing kisses and laughs and stories for god knows how long.

It felt like you were making up lost time.

All those times you had both held back, in fear of losing your friendships.

It was all culminating now.

He slowly rubbed your back, and yes, his hand was reaching lower and lower every time But it was still the first night, he thought, so eventually, it settled on your low (low) back.

Now that he thought about it, all of Andrei’s past relationships had always begun with sex, except for that one girlfriend he had for 3 months in high school. The rest, he had fucked on the first night, every single time. Eventually, they all ended poorly. He knew you were going to be different, obviously, but he wasn’t going to push his luck either. He wanted you, badly, but he decided to wait until you were more comfortable.

“Movie time?”

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Andrei watched the numbers change on the luminescent alarm that sat on the table. It had been long since the movie had ended, another random one now playing on the tv; long since you had drifted off in his arms, now sound asleep by his side.

It was funny, he thought, that he had gotten used to staying up late, his mind clouded by all the what-ifs that surrounded your then friendship. And now that he had you, finally resting peacefully in his embrace, he lay there in disbelief.

It was all he had wanted, for a while.

The missing puzzle piece.

He had naively thought that when he finally confronted you with the truth, he’d feel better. But now he found himself wide awake, his body filled up with butterflies that he couldn’t settle down. The touch of your hair tickling his bicep, your smell, your touch. How easily you seemed to relax around him; all these little moments and things he kept running through in his head didn’t help him settle down one bit.

He didn’t care.

He had a game to get back to the next day, and he was sure that he could have sustained himself just on this euphoric feeling.

So he stayed up, just for a little longer, reminiscing on all the times you had spent together. And tonight.

The most special night.

He would only come back to earth to peer over, toss and turn to take another peek at you, adjust your hair so it wouldn’t tickle your nose, or position your cheek more on his shoulder so you were cozier, snug against him.

“Drei?”

Your quiet muttering yanked him out of his daydreams.

“Shh, all okay, baby. Go to sleep.”

Perhaps he had moved a little too much.

He watched you scooch closer, resting more of you on his bare torso.

“You awake?” you said, abruptly sitting up.

“It’s all okay, baby. You need sleep.” he said, his hand finding the back of your head.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, your eyelids struggling to open.

Unfortunately, no answer followed, apart from a soft caress through your hair.

“Andrei.”

“I don’t want to bother you, baby. Rest now.”

“Andrei. What is it?”

“Oh, I, I just can’t sleep.”

“No?”

“I’m just.” he said, staring off into space. “I’m so happy, Y/N. This is what I was missing.”

You smiled as he tucked your hair behind your ear. Now that your eyes were open, you noticed the way he looked surrounded by soft pillows and sheets was driving you insane.

“I never thought this would happen.” you said, leaning over to peck him.

“Oh, you say that? I didn’t even know you liked me!” he laughed. “You are very good at hiding it.”

“I didn’t think you would like me. Not like that.”

“Why you say that, baby?”

“I don’t know! It’s just…me, I guess.”

“That’s why I like you, Y/N. I don’t have to fake anything when I’m with you. I can just be…”

“Me.” you both said, in unison, before bursting out in a chuckle in each others’ arms before kissing, for the millionth time tonight.

“This actually has been happening a lot lately, you know?” he said, raising an eyebrow at you. “I go sleep so late. Because of you. I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“Well, what do you usually do to fall asleep then?” you blushed.

“Nothing.” he shrugged.

“Nothing? At all?”

Andrei threw his head back into the pillows with a loud laugh. He looked down at you, his cheeks showing a thin veil of redness.

“Agh, baby.” he muttered, his grip tightening around your shoulders. “I would, uh, usually jerk off.”

He had become so beet red that Andrei couldn’t dare to look at you.

“Baby, why are you so embarrassed about it?”

His eyes rolled, sporting a huge smile.

Baby.

He thought he’d never get used to it.

“I don’t know! I, don’t, uh, want to make you feel uncomfortable. Maybe it’s too early to talk about this, I don’t know.”

“What? No, no, I’m not uncomfortable. You don’t think I masturbate too?” you said, quietly.

“Oh, baby. Don’t say that to me right now.” Andrei almost moaned at the thought.

“Why not?”

“God, baby. If you make me think about that I-,I-. I don’t think I can take it.” he said.

Andrei noticed the energy in the room change, your eyes now burning into him differently.

He knew it was too late. All of a sudden, he realized how close your bodies actually were.

He couldn’t hide it. His desire poking through his sweatpants and inevitably the sheets.

Silence fell in the room, now filled only with the murmuring of the AC.

“Do you need a hand, babe?” you asked, tentatively.

“Uh, oh, I mean, baby, if, if you want.” Andrei could only mutter.

The lust and embarrassment caused his chest to flush as usual, only this time it felt ten times as sheepish than usual. He began pulling the sheet up higher to hide it, but he was quickly stopped by your hand.

“You don’t want to? We don’t have to, babe.”

“No, no, I really, really want to.” he reassured.

“You don’t have to be nervous, you know? It’s just me.”

Andrei nodded. He was so flustered he literally wanted to hide under the covers like a kid.

Yeah, it was just you.

The only girl that had ever made him feel like this.

You had no clue just how many nights he tossed and turned, wondering if you felt lonely in your bed too. On how many outings with you he had to tuck his erection away when he was around you.

How many times he sat in his bed at night, mindlessly scrolling through porn videos, incognito and frustrated when nothing kept him hard; striving to think about another girl or any crazy night he had before.

But the only thing that brought him to the edge was you. Just you.

Your warm hands reached over to the sheet, uncovering him again.

You gently grazed his chest, almost ias f he was too precious to fully touch.

As soon as you came in contact with him, he noticed your breathing change, causing his cock to jolt against his sweats. You took your time moving each finger, with feather pressure, on his abdomen, one by one. Each one of your digits, slowly trickled down from his pecs, all the way down, touching each one of his abs. Your pinky shook as it was the last one to stay on his bare skin, your index now at the elastic bands of his pants. You turned to face him one more time, waiting for approval. Andrei’s gaze was fixated on your hands, almost hypnotized, his chest heaving strongly already. He gulped as you sat up on your knees, tilting your head at him.

There it was again.

Those big, sparkling eyes.

Only this time, your hands were waiting to take his clothes off.

Finally.

Andrei nodded slowly, in a feeble attempt to keep himself from exploding already.

“Oh, Andrei.”

Andrei’s cock sprung out as soon as his sweatpants were past his hips. You tried your best not to stare, but it felt near impossible. His length exceeded way past his belly button, sitting swollen on top of his torso.

Oh.

You couldn’t take your eyes off of him, doing your best at taking it all in. His head, now leaking on top of him as he slowly moved his hips up, his gaze never leaving yours.

“You do this to me. A lot.” he said, his breathing deepening as you took your finger to the underside of his cock.

You gave him a shy look, almost asking for consent, before Andrei nodded again.

You found the slit at the tip of his dick, gently rubbing and gathering precum and spreading it over him, feeling the veins that covered his cock.

“Baby, you’re driving me crazy.”

You bent over, taking your mouth to his length, which was now firmly in your grasp. Just as quickly as the wetness of your tongue enclosed the tip of his dick, Andrei quickly sat up, almost bolting. This didn’t stop you from applying more pressure with your lips as you slid down, the burst of salt from the precum that was covering him hitting the back of your throat almost immediately. Unfortunately, after maybe two or three bobs of your head, Andrei’s hand nudged at your shoulder.

“Mmm, baby, I-”

“Did I do something wrong?” you asked, staring at the man sitting in front of you, who couldn’t even look at you, with his bottom lip tightly under his teeth. Was that a bead of sweat on his forehead?

“No, no, no.” he said, hurriedly. “I, fuck, I won’t last.”

He reached towards your hand, wrapping his thick fingers around yours. He was so big that his hand ended up completely enveloping yours as he moved you up and down his cock.

“Like that. Fuck, yes.”

You kept the motion going when he let go to balance himself again, your grip slowly getting tighter.

Andrei’s eyes trailed over you. Your red lips, agape, staring, mesmerized by how his cock was reacting to your touch. He noticed your chest respiring harder now, accompanied by a delicious thigh squeeze every now and then.

“Can, can I touch you?”

“Please, Drei.”

His rough fingers felt like heaven as they started to rub over your pussy, still unfortunately covered by your shorts. It didn’t take long for his impatience, which was only being invigorated by your strokes, to take over.

Andrei’s calloused fingertips slid past your shorts and panties, coming in touch with your damp folds.

“God, you are so fucking wet. It’s so hot, baby.”

“I’ve dreamed about this so long, Andrei.” you moaned, his digits rubbing you up and down.

“It-, it turned you on to do this?”

“Yeah, Drei. You turn me on, baby. You did this to me.”

He buckled his hips into your palm, letting a moan escape him. The last thing he wanted to do was to scare you off, or freak you out, but it was becoming hard to keep his pleasure under wraps when you were rubbing the head of his cock like that.

“I can’t believe this is happening.” he said.

You lunged towards him as his index dipped inside you gently, slipping your tongue past him and muffling your moans into his mouth.

“You’re being a tease.” you chuckled against his mouth.

“Yeah?” he said, with a smirk. “Like that?”

He began to swirl his finger around your entrance, feeling the texture of your folds but never going inside you, making you shudder.

“Andrei.”

“Moan my name again, baby. Sound so amazing.”

“Andrei.” you moaned, dipping his fingertip just slightly, right at the edge.

“Again.”

“Drei.”

You slowed your actions, letting your thumb do most of the work on the underside of his cock while your fingers trailed around his head. Delightfully, this pulled another moan from Andrei, his abs contracting.

“I can play this game too, you know?” you whispered, lips still in contact with his.

“Oh, fuck.” he said, his pelvis twitching. “It feels s-, so good like that.”

Andrei's eyelids were squeezed shut, completely overwhelmed with the sensations in the room. Your panting and whimpering at his lips, the slow and torturing movements on his cock, swirling your hand in circles slowly; your juices dampening his fingers had his eyes completely shut in concentration.

He had to give in. He brought his other finger that was on your clit down and gently inserted them, finally getting to feel the warmth of your pussy wrapped around him.

“Oh my god, Drei.”

“Yes, my love. Like that, yeah?”

You nodded, your head lolling forward until your foreheads touched.

“Keep going, yeah.” he coaxed.

Regardless of the AC, the room was getting damper and warmer with every single, painfully slow stroke you both applied to each other.

“A little faster, baby? You want?” he asked.

You both picked up the pace, your slick hand gripping his shaft tight as it went all the way down; at the same time, his thick fingers curled inside you and bega hitting your G-spot faster.

Moaning in each other’s mouths, Andrei tried to scooch closer to you, as if you weren’t face to face already. He dared to move his free hand to your chest, feeling the tender flesh of your clothed breast in his hands.

“Oh, fuck. I’ve, shit, dreamed about this so many times, baby.” he groaned, unable to keep quiet as you encouraged each others’ pace to quicken.

The faster both your hands moved, the closer Andrei would get, only moving his hand to push you closer to him, right before fondling your tits again. The relentless eye contact, unbroken this whole time, grew the desire building in Andrei’s chest, as well as his hips. Apart from your touch, your tongue dipping in his mouth in between moans, messily swapping spit, it was the idea of the whole situation that had his hips gravitating up to meet your thrusts. You were both wriggling uncontrollably, the sound of the sheets and the wetness of your contact harmonizing with the moans you were both failing at holding back.

Andrei felt himself become more desperate as you moaned louder, more needy for him. He managed to finger you steadily, releasing more and more of you with every single touch, but at the same time apply toe-curling pleasure when he sped up. You could tell he was trying to control himself to a certain extent, giving himself away when he would groan or moan a little too loud after a kiss, or turn his grip on your breast into an accidental squeeze.

“Let go, babe.” you moaned right after he let your bottom lip go after another, countless heated kisses. The wet noises and rustling were loud enough to fill the room by now.

“Please don’t stop, please, please.” he almost begged, his voice now down a register.

“Right there, baby, please, Andrei.”

“Please cum with me. Can you do that?”

Your breaths hitched at the same time, right as you both crashed onto each other, bodies sweaty and crumbling in the extasis of your orgasm; Andrei’s load landing on his glistening chest and sheets just as you clenched and twitched around his fingers. You exchanged exhales and moans, Andrei’s groans reverbing on your trembling lips. Just like you came together, you came down together, in a feverish kiss.

Andrei pulled back from you, letting his eyes stay shut before snapping them open to find yours sparkling into him.

“Holy shit, baby.”

You kept your hands on each other for longer, as you breathed deeply right in front of each other, trying to decelerate your pace.

You gave him one more kiss before hiding your face in his neck.

“You’re beautiful. You don’t ever need to hide.” he said, his lips caressing your earlobe.

“That was…” you muttered, placing kisses on his neck.

“...amazing, baby.” he finished. “Should we go clean up?”

Before you could say anything, he picked you up, taking you to the bathroom.

He had just cum, and still seeing you undress in front of him had him jolting immediately. As the shower warmed up, he towered over you, just as naked as you were, his tongue finding the newfound familiarity of your mouth again. He let his hands caress you all over, finally feel the warmth of your skin under his touch.

You felt and held each other in the most nonsexual way possible, despite all the lust that you held inside.

All good things in due time.

It wasn’t until he laid down in bed, with you at his side again, that Andrei felt a nonfamiliar feeling fill up his chest. He was now sleepy, yes, but it wasn’t that.

Something had shifted within him. A fire, burning hard inside his belly.

But not like usual.

A fire that he would soon come to realize had started to burn harder, hotter, and much longer than he had ever experienced before.

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Tiger Inside

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Stray Kids Mafia (ongoing)

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Pairing: Lee Know x reader

Genre: Series, Enemies to lovers, non-idol AU, Mafia AU

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, drinking, swearing, violence, weapons

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Two days.

Two days was all we had for preparations.

After my conversation with Chan yesterday, it was agreed upon that time was of the essence, especially with Jiho breathing down our necks. The time and place had been confirmed after a secondary call with Big Bang, the plan was set in motion, all we had to do was execute.

Seongho was quick in befriending each of the members last night. And if I didn’t know any better, I’d start to think they might actually like him better than me.

When the sun had risen, Seongho wasted no time bounding over to my room from his guest bed, laying across me and groaning until I finally had stirred awake.

"Get offffff" I choked out into my pillow, squirming under his body weight. With a chuckle he splayed his arms out to his side like a starfish, dispersing his weight farther across my body.

"Maybe if you weren't lazy we wouldn't be having this problem."

"So help me god if you don't get off right now you're going to suffocate me, have fun explaining that to Chan." My legs flailed beneath him, feet kicking backward in an attempt to kick him.

Seongho finally rolled off of me, settling into the space beside me in bed with a groan. I hoisted myself onto my elbows, finally allowing myself to breathe.

"You're way too energetic this early in the morning." My head dropped forward, hair draping across my face as I closed my eyes, wishing I could let sleep take over once more.

"And you sleep in too much, come to the gym with me."

"I can't, Seungmin still hasn't cleared me for physical activity." I fell forward back into my pillow, my body melting into the warm sheets as I pulled the blanket up over my head. "Just go down there yourself, let me sleep."

"Com'on, it's no fun down there by myself, at least come tell me if I'm doing stuff right."

"Oh jesus christ. Fine."

I originally had a full day of relaxation planned, letting myself to do little to nothing until nightfall when Seongho, Felix and I would head to Blossom after closing. But alas, relaxation was far from Seongho’s mind, the gusto almost literally dripping off of him.

He felt like a kid on Christmas, far too eager to experience everything all at once. I had assured him that if he wanted me involved in any of his early morning shenanigans he would have to patiently wait for me to consume my morning coffee, preferably in silence after my rude awakening.

By the grace of the heavens, Changbin and Jeongin had made their way into the kitchen while Seongho mindlessly swung side to side in his stool, watching as I leaned back against the counter with my warm mug in hand. The two were clearly about to head down to the gym, filling their water bottles with shared jokes.

"What amazing timing you two have" Changbin and Jeongin both directed their attention to me, causing Jeongin to slightly spill some water in the process of his distraction. "Seongho needs a training buddy and I can't assist with that quite yet, care to take him under your wing?"

Changbin's smile grew as he stepped over and gave Seongho a soft punch to the arm, before nodding back to the stairwell.

"Yes! Come join Dwaekki gym!"

My brows furrowed in confusion as I looked at Jeongin, mouthing a silent question to him with the single word dwaekki?

He shrugged, clearly just accepting cluelessness to Changbin's naming scheme, not quite sure of an answer for me.

Before I knew it, the three were shuffling from the room, their laughter carrying down the hall as they slipped from my sight.

I let out a slow sigh in the new peace and quiet that was surrounding me, turning to gaze out the window and observing the crisp snow blanketing the ground.

"Winter sure snuck up on us fast, didn't it?" I turned my head to see Chan sneaking up behind me and refilling his freshly emptied mug of coffee.

"It sure did." Outside produced the familiar, comforting silence of fresh snow, the sun sparkling off each flake as they fell.

"Where's Seongho?" Chan settled into a stool on the opposite side of the island, leaning forward onto his arms with his mug settled snugly between his hands.

"I sent him off with Changbin and Jeongin to get out some of his energy in the gym.." I let out a chuckle as I turned to face Chan, leaning back onto the counter as I brought my mug to my lips.

"He’s sure had no problem fitting in. How was it being back at your own place for a bit?"

I hummed in response, smiling down into the dark liquid in my hand with a nod.

"It felt nice, almost like a little vacation."

“Well, good. I hope that it did you both some good”

“I think so. At least for me, I can’t speak for Mr. Lee Minho.”

"You two didn’t have too much fun did you?"

In an instant I can feel all the blood rush to my face, a heat quickly forming in my cheeks as I stumbled across my words.

"I-what? Who…no, of course not! Just a normal, reasonable amount of adult fun. Wait, no, just normal fun…of the non-adult variety.”

His brow slowly rose, lips parting as he let out a breathy chuckle with a smirk.

“Well you clearly don’t do well under pressure, remind me to keep you away from interrogation situations.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

"Of course you don't.” He rose from his seat, lightly tapping the counter before turning to leave. “I'm just glad to hear there's finally progress between you two."

"The hell is that supposed to mean!? Chan!" I hustled to the hallway after him, watching as he hopped up each step of the staircase. "Yah! What does that mean!?"

His giggles faded as he rounded the corner, giddy like a child. I blinked as his words replayed in my mind, stunned as I processed them.

I quickly dropped my mug into the sink, deciding that it was time to distract myself from what occurred within the walls of my apartment.

Skipping down the stairs, I turned towards the gym door, slowly pushing it open to the noisy commotion.

"Oh com'on! I know you're not letting yourself get your ass handed to you by the newbie right now!" Jeongin heckled out from the bench, watching in amusement as Changbin and Seongho had a sparring match in the middle of the room.

He gave me a wide grin as I plopped down next to him, back resting against the cold mirror behind me.

"You shit talking from the sidelines right now?"

"Oh yeah, egging them on is my favorite past-time." His eyes glanced back to the two, letting out a humored scoff. "You seriously couldn't block that?"

I'll admit I was quite surprised seeing Seongho in this environment. Throughout my time of knowing him, I never took him to have the skills of a trained fighter, yet here he was proving me wrong as he held his own against the Seo Changbin.

"Where have you been hiding this from me Seongho?" I crossed my arms with my head cocked to the side, observing each of his movements.

"Guess you weren't the only one holding secrets." Seongho quickly ducked away from one of Changbin's blows with a panting grin, clearly leaving Changbin disgruntled.

"Sure took me by surprise." Changbin hopped back with a dodge, steadying himself back on his feet.

"TAKE HIM OUUUUUT!" Jeongin cheered with a fist pounding the air, laughing at his own instigation.

I nudged him in the side with a grin, laughing off the maknae's enthusiasm.

"What? I wanna take the winner, and I want that to be Seongho."

Sure enough Jeongin did get his turn up against the mighty Seongho, and I quickly realized I hadn't truly got to witness Jeongin in action yet either.

He was a bit quicker than Changbin, who was now a sweaty mess sitting beside me and downing his water. Jeongin's smaller stature gave him the ability to dodge Seongho's bulky frame faster, giving him the advantage over Seongho's more balanced opponent of Changbin.

Changbin on the other hand chose a different approach to Jeongin's heckling, instead giving pointers to each of their moves, using the sparring session as an opportunity for growth.

It was reassuring to watch Seongho blend into the group like he had been here through it all, SKZ had welcomed him with warm open arms and immediately treated him as one of their own. In just under two weeks he’d established himself in their ranks and they’d given him his own room. Everything seemed to be working out perfectly.

I watched with a smile as the two danced around each other, Changbin's instructions becoming muffled background noise beside me. As I admired the scene before me my muscles began to itch, aching to join the action.

Before I knew it I was starting to approach the mat, tapping Jeongin on the shoulder to signal a swap out. He hesitated as he stepped back, giving me a worried glance.

"Are you sure you should be doing that?"

"It's fine, Seungmin will probably be clearing me for light work any day now. Seongho just has to go easy on me." I held my fists up before me, looking at Seongho with my brow raised.

"I'm not sure if this is smart…" Seongho dropped his fists as he looked at me with concern, Changbin behind me finally speaking up.

"If I feel like you're going too hard and I tell you to stop, you need to listen, okay?"

"Yeah yeah, whatever you say boss." I groaned over my shoulder, before turning back to Seongho. "Now come at me." I landed a soft punch to his stomach, giving him a laugh as he shook his head with a grin.

"Oh now you're gonna get it." We moved much slower than he did with his previous opponents, letting my favor my good arm and only occasionally trying to land a hit with my injured side.

I tried to stay mindful of being careful, but there was something about being active again that gave me new life, letting myself get a bit too carried away with my hits. The occasional sharp pain in my shoulder was ignored, letting myself just focus on where I was at the moment.

"YAH!" In my distraction I failed to notice the door to the gym opening, a disgruntled Minho quickly stepping between the two of us and staring me down. "What do you think you're doing?"

I threw my head back with a groan, making sure to look away from Minho as I lowered my chin.

"I'm being careful, Binnie's even watching over us to make sure I don't overdo it!" I motioned back to Changbin on the bench with my hand, turning back to Minho with a glare.

"The hell you are, I could quite literally see you wincing. Seungmin. Now." He pointed to the door, voice stern as he nudged me forward with his other hand.

"Oh com'on! I'm not gonna get better if I just sit here doing nothing!"

"That's exactly how you're going to get better, now go see Seungmin." With a huff I left the room, Minho close on my tail. He stopped in the doorway, looking back at the three men left behind. "Please resume where you were-" He quickly pointed a finger at Changbin "-and no more encouraging her."

I stopped in my tracks, turning around right as Minho shut the door behind him and came face to face with me.

"If we've got Big Bang coming in, how do you expect me to be ready when shit hits the fan?"

"By actually taking care of yourself, now can you please stop being so stubborn?"

"I'm not being stubborn, I'm being realistic. I can't sit back and let this injury prevent me from helping."

"I think both Chan and Seungmin would beg to differ." He placed his hand on my back, gently leading me towards the staircase.

As we neared the medical room my steps grew smaller, our walk in silence breaking as Minho stopped in front of me and turned with a brow raised in question.

"What if I just promise not to do it again? I'll admit you're right."

"Oh no, you're not getting yourself out of this." His fingers gently wrapped around my bicep, pulling me forward as he left two knocks on the door before swinging it open and pulling me inside.

"You know, the knocks don't do much if you just let yourself in." Seungmin slowly turned in his chair, glasses perched on the tip of his nose and book in hand. His eyes stopped on the two of us, before glancing to me and back to Minho.

With a reluctant sigh, he closed his book and set it on the desk behind him, turning back to us and interlocking his fingers in his lap as he leaned back.

"Now what brings the two of you in?"

"Why don't you explain why we're here?" Minho side eyed me with a blank expression, waiting for me to finally speak up.

I bit my lip as I avoided each of their stares, a metaphorical spotlight shining and blinding me as both of their eyes drilled holes into my skin.

"I take it she was doing something she wasn't supposed to?" Seungmin looked toward Minho with a quizzical stare, the direction of his question being taken off me.

"What gave it away?" Minho’s head tilted to the side with a sigh.

"I was being careful!"

“Hush dear, we’ll deal with you in a moment” Minho’s hand flicked toward me, head turning to me with a brow raised in a silent challenge.

My eyes fell on Seungmin, slumped in his chair as his face dropped into disappointment, glancing from Minho to me. With an exasperated groan he placed his hands on the arm rests, pushing himself to stand and sulking over to the bed in the middle of the room.

“Sit.” His hand flicked toward the bed in instruction, before he turned and began to fiddle with the light to the side. My shoulders drooped as I groaned towards the ceiling, before being startled by Minho’s hand finding placement on my lower back, ushering me forward into the room.

“I really think you guys are making this a bigger deal than it is.” I shimmied up onto the bed in front of Seungmin, my legs dangling over the side and hands gripping the edge.

Seungmin chose to blissfully ignore my comment, instead clicking on the light with it angled a bit too precisely to leave me squinting and flinching away from the bright light in my eyes.

“Have you been doing your exercises?” He glanced up through his lashes, face heavy with irritation. Clearly he was going to waste no time starting the interrogation, light blinding me as though I was a criminal on trial.

I reached up and tried to angle the light away from my eyes, but Seungmin’s reaction was quicker, hand gripping my wrist and setting it back at my side.

“By the lack of response, I’m taking that as a no?” His brow raised, clearly unhappy with my choice to stay silent.

“I’m starting to think she just enjoys the pain.” Minho crossed to a chair on the side of the room, pulling the pillow from it before plopping down with it in his lap and feet crossed on the ottoman in front of him.

“Oh and the secret comes out. Geez what did you two get up to while you were gone?” Seungmin said with a chuckle, eyes carefully zeroed in on my shoulder.

“Literally nothing, he’s just being Minho and making stupid comments.” My gaze sharpened in Minho’s direction with a glare, bringing a snicker out of him. “Now can you just tell me I’m fine and let me go on my way?” Seungmin’s eyes pointed up to me as he gazed through his lashes, emotion flat as he slowly blinked.

“I’m sorry, but who’s the doctor here?” He tapped my elbow, demonstrating with his own arm the movements he wanted to see me replicate. I kept my face steady to not show any signs of discomfort as I rotated the joint, pleased to at least show my full range of motion having returned.

“Neither of you. Your license was revoked.” Minho snickered as Seungmin’s head snapped in his direction, earning a glare as he attempted to brush off the comment before turning back to me.

“You’re lucky.” Seungmin stepped back, letting himself fall back into his seat. “You seem to have your movements back, but you still need to be keeping it easy.”

“Oh com’on, I’m sick of babying this.”

“You can do light work. No weights. No sparring. You’re still in your physical therapy stage. And you’ll never get out of it if you don’t take it seriously.”

“Wow no sparring, what a concept.” Minho piped up from the side, his condescending tone dripping from the words as they left his mouth.

My eyes stayed focused on Seungmin, hoping that if I ignored Minho he might have the ability to vanish into thin air.

“I was taking it easy, Minho’s making this out to be a lot bigger than it is.”

“I’m about ready to tie that arm down so you can’t use it.” He heckled again, trying to interject over me.

“Better yet just tie her to a chair, that’ll keep her on track.” Seungmin’s head tilted toward Minho with a grin.

“Seungmin! Don’t encourage him!”

“Don’t be doing stuff I’ve explicitly told you not to do.” He shrugged before spinning his chair around, settling back comfortably and pulling his book back to him. “Now let me be, I was busy.”

“Oh please, all you were doing was reading.”

“Yes. Reading, alone, without a troublesome little masochist and her tattle-tale of a babysitter ruining my immersion. So if you would kindly, get out.” Seungmin shooed us with his hand, trying to ignore us as we shuffled out of the room in silence.

For the rest of the day, I tried my hardest to distract myself from the ticking clock. It felt like night couldn’t come fast enough, and no amount of movies or egging Felix on in his video games could make the time pass faster.

As the sun finally started to set, Felix stored his equipment away into his backpack, triple ensuring every piece needed was there. As we finally made our way downstairs, Seongho was already waiting in the foyer, informing us that Hyunjin was already outside warming up the car.

I skipped down the front steps of the home, nearing closer to the dark car with the engine humming, leaving Seongho and Felix to catch up behind me.

“Shotgun!” with a giggle I flung open the passenger door, sliding in beside Hyunjin with a grin. He returned my smile before his head leaned back, watching behind us as Seongho and Felix slipped into the back seat and fastened their seatbelts. As Hyunjin put the car in reverse, I watched as Chan stood in the front doorway, sending a small wave our way before turning back into the house and shutting the door behind him.

Chan had expressed a bit of worry about just Seongho, Felix and I making the trek to Blossom, instead asking if Hyunjin could join us for an extra line of security. Putting the original four back together in familiar territory.

The drive there was a noisy one, Seongho and Felix’s cackling laughter from the back seat echoing through the car at another joke, one that didn’t quite seem to make it to the punchline before they were breaking out into laughter again as if they could read each other’s minds.

Thankfully the noise levels provided a distraction, making the ride go by in what felt like a blink of an eye before Hyunjin was putting the car into park. Felix slung his backpack of equipment over his shoulder as we made our way down the dark alley.

“Hey, here’s your stop.” I nudged Hyunjin and pointed to a dark, smaller alley that branched off the main one, the same spot he hid in waiting the night Felix spoke to me outside. With a small smile and roll of the eyes he tried to ignore me, continuing forward to the door.

“Felix made me, he said I was too abrasive to get you to come with us.”

“Well, I can’t particularly say he was wrong.” I stepped to the side with a chuckle as I watched Seongho unlock the front door, before holding it open and letting each of us file in.

“You were scaring her, I told you leaving the note wasn’t the right decision.” Felix stepped in after Hyunjin, with me following closely behind.

“Yeah what the hell was that!? It was so ominous!” I hopped up onto one of the stools as Felix flung the backpack up onto the counter beside me.

“I just figured it was the easiest way to get the message to you.”

“Wait, what did they do?” Seongho slowly broke his gaze from Felix, staring back at me with confusion.

“Okay, do you remember the last night I was there, and Felix was by himself?”

“I think so?”

“Well the night prior to that, they slipped a note under my apartment door that literally just said we need to have a talk with my birth name on it. And when I finally came back to work for my next shift, this little shit-” my finger wiggled in Hyunjin’s direction as he let out a defensive Hey! “-was hiding outside in the alleyway the whole time.” I reached across the counter of the bar, grabbing one of the clean glasses and pointed to a bottle on the shelf as Seongho circled behind the bar.

I watched as he poured the liquid for me, before I graciously took the glass and took my first sip as the realization hit me.

“Wait a second, you guys totally followed me home the night you left the note, didn’t you?”

“Oh yeah.” Hyunjin laughed as he nodded, almost surprised it took me this long to notice.

“I fucking knew I was getting trailed!” I smacked my fist onto the counter with a huff of frustration. “I seriously couldn’t spot you guys anywhere, but the pit of my stomach wouldn’t let me rest until I made it home.”

“I told you it was a bad idea!” Felix punched Hyunjin’s arm, before turning back to Seongho. “Before we get too off track, wanna show me where the office is so I can get into these cameras?”

With a nod, Seongho gestured toward the back hallway, walking Felix back towards the employee rooms.

“Would you like your usual?” I started to stand, circling around the bar and offering Hyunjin’s regular.

“I actually kind of hate whiskey to be honest, so does Felix. He always made me finish his for him.” Hyunjin leaned back in his stool, crossing his legs and settling his hands in his lap.

“Then why the hell did you guys order them every time?” I rested my hands on the bar top, eyes squinting in confusion.

“Well I would have killed for a Carménère, but I highly doubted you guys had that in stock. I guess I just panicked and it was the first thing that came out of my mouth.” ~~ “It always sounded cool when Changbin ordered them.”

“Ah, of course you’re a wine snob.” I bent down to peek into the wine fridge, taking stock of the options now unfamiliar to me. “Closest I have is a Bordeaux, will that appease you Mr.Sommelier?”

“I would love that, thank you.” With a quiet laugh Hyunjin gladly took the glass from my hand, taking a soft sip with a smile.

"So have you always had expensive tastes or is that a consequence of the job?" I brought my glass back up to my lips, letting the alcohol burn on its way down.

“Oh I was born with taste, Hon. The job just made me enjoy the finer things every chance I get.” He swirled the liquid in the glass for a moment before holding it up with a smile. Hyunjin reclined back in his seat once more as Seongho came out to the main room, resting on his forearms against the end of the bar.

“So, if neither of you like whiskey, what does Felix like then? Seongho could whip something up for him.” I gestured over to Seongho with my thumb, who leans up from the bar to his full height, with a look of indignation.

“Oh so you’re volunteering me then? Why don’t you make something for him?”

“Because I’m rubbish. And who wouldn’t want the world’s greatest bartender to mix their perfect drink?”

Seongho sighs and take his place behind bar, grabbing a tumbler from the dish rack

“So what’ll it be then?” he asked

“Something sweet, maybe fruity? He seems to like things like that.”.”

I reached out and slightly smacked the back of Hyunjin’s hand, watching as he quickly pulled it back and held it to his chest in surprise.

“How dare you make that poor boy drink whiskey when he’s a fruity drinker!”

“Oh that’s dirty.” Seongho laughed as he studied the bottles on the wall, trying to decide on what to make for Felix. The finalized drink was poured into a tall glass, a blended ombré of orange to yellow stretching up the glass as he topped it with an orange wedge, patiently waiting for Felix to complete his mission.

Before long, Felix had returned to the group. The act of connecting his system to the CCTV seemed like child’s play at this point for him, being able to clearly have a layout of the building stored away for Chan’s viewing.

I had gladly snuck to the side, bringing the sound system to life and letting the four of us have a night with the lounge to ourselves before making the trek back to the house.

A thought that hadn’t seemed to cross our minds was the actual act of returning to the house. Seongho, Felix and I were now pleasantly inebriated and shushing each other as we made our way up the steps. Felix and I had our arms slung over each other’s shoulders, trying to silence our giggling before slowly creaking the door open and sliding in.

With a roll of the eyes, Hyunjin pushed past the three of us and sat on a bench in the foyer, untying his shoes. I tried to steady Seongho as he swayed with his attempt to remove his own shoes, opting for no support from actually sitting.

Felix and I struggled to shush each other through our muffled giggling, him falling into me slightly before going rigid at a sight behind me.

I slowly turned to see Minho exiting from a room down the hall, head slowly rising to see us with a brow arched.

“Youuu should be asleep sir.” I said with a wiggling finger, his eyes growing wide as he stood slightly taken aback.

“I was asleep, until someone woke me up by fumbling in the door giggling late at night.”

“Why are you always insisting that I’m fumbling everywhere?” I groaned, head falling back in annoyance.

Minho slowly crossed over to me, face studying my own closely as a small grin grew on his cheeks.

“God, you’re plastered, aren’t you?” He chuckled, before turning to Hyunjin. “I thought Chan was sending you to keep these three in line, not let them drink themselves silly.”

“Listen, they did what they were sent to do. I wasn’t gonna stop them from having some fun afterwards.” He shrugged as he stood from his seat, waving off Minho and us as he started up the stairs. “They’re your problem now, have fun with that.”

Hyunjin’s chuckle echoed down the stairs as he turned down the hall towards his room, Minho slowly turning back to me with an amused smirk.

“I’m starting to think you may be a bad influence.” Minho’s hand rested on Seongho’s shoulder with a squeeze as he let out a lighthearted laugh.

“Bitch, she’s always been a handful.” Seongho slurred his words as his head lolled towards Minho, a considerable emphasis on the term of endearment.

“WELL, don’t mind me while I FUMBLE my way upstairs now. GOODNIGHT!” I pushed past him with an arm in the air in declaration. Seongho and Felix followed suit, leaving Minho as he walked off toward the kitchen.

I face planted into my mattress at the sight of the soft blankets, the plush fabric enveloping me as I tried to steady my spinning head. I smiled as I pulled a pillow close to me, hugging it as my eyes started to grow heavy.

As sleep started to quickly take hold of me, a knock on the door quickly pulled me away from dreamland.

“Whaaat, was I fumbling too hard?” I grumbled into the fabric, turning back just enough to see Minho poking his head into the room.

“Here.” He set a glass of water down on the nightstand, a couple of pills sitting next to it. He watched for a moment as I let myself melt back into the sheets, before he let out a humored scoff and crossed to my dresser. He tossed a t-shirt and shorts onto the bed beside me, switching off the main light in lieu of the softer one on my nightstand. “Drink the water, I’m not taking care of you when you’re hungover.”

“I’m not taking care of you when you’re hungover.” I mocked back, my head lifting just enough to spew out the words before collapsing back into the pillow with a thud.

“Goodnight y/n.” He said with one final chuckle before the door latched behind him, leaving me in a peaceful silence once more.

I propped myself up with a groan, studying the clothes Minho had thrown out for me. With another puff of effort I willed myself to undress and struggled my way into them. Once I had, I threw myself back on the bed and buried myself underneath my waiting comforter.

Turning to my side, the glass of water stared me down from the nightstand. A looming demand that my foggy brain took as a challenge. With a huff I flipped over to the other side, the deepest of desires to have the glass of liquid far from my line of sight.

I tried to nestle my face into the sheets, trying to quiet the barrage of thoughts that hit me all at once.

In such a short amount of time, I would be face to face with G-Dragon and the guys again. Thus the start of our support team for what was to come with Ateez, and as much as I hated to admit it, Tiger JK.

It truly felt like it was just yesterday I was arriving at the house for the first time, sitting around the table as each of the boys happily introduced themselves. I had the ability to sit in blissful ignorance of what was truly to come, and what secrets were going to unearth themselves.

I pulled the comforter over my eyes, blocking out any of the moonlight that poured into my room in pursuit of the welcoming embrace of sleep. This was all very real. Too real. And my head spun as I finally tried to make sense of everything that had occurred in such a short span of time.

I wasn’t quite sure when I had truly dozed off into slumber. All I knew was that as my eyes opened, I was aggressively squinting towards the morning light, hand shielding my face before burying myself under the covers.

If the pounding headache was here to tell me anything, it was definitely that I should have drank the damn water.

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secret notes part 8: send me the moon

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Summary: It's your final live show as The Lonely Avenger and the whole team is there to finally see the one behind the voice. Including Loki.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: 2 curse words; other than that, nothing…this is a fluffy story with a fluffy ending [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: the last scene's a little hot…like 0.5/5 spicy

"Could you two drop me off near Groove instead of at the Tower?" you asked Clint as you were on your way back to New York, the mission going off without much complication, or bloodshed. You left those guards still breathing, after all, so really there were no casualties on this mission, and as far as you were concerned, that was an absolute win.

"Does this have something to do with the invite that was forwarded to me while you were in their base?" he asked you, a smirk playing on his face. "You wanna get the jump on everyone else, finding out who Laufeyson's bird is before we even get there? Vet the girl, make sure that she's good enough for Mr Horns?"

"Not exactly," you answered with a smirk of your own. "More like I have to do sound checks. For my live show." That made him slam his hand on the Autopilot button and stare at you with eyes as wide as saucers, making Natasha laugh from her co-pilot seat. "Surprise, Hawkeye. It's me. I'm the bird. Caw caw."

"How did I not see that coming?" He eyed Natasha, who you had no doubt was smirking and snickering to herself. "I'm assuming you already knew about this, Tasha?"

"I've known for months," she said casually. "Wanda and I watched her first live show. Morgan knows, too."

"Hold on how'd you get Morgan to not tell Tony?!" You mumbled Natasha's promise to the tiny Stark that kept her from spilling your secret. "Sorry, birdy, what was that?"

"Nat promised her that she'd be the flower girl at the wedding," you enunciated every syllable, making him chuckle. "Oh, and by the way. Thor knows, too." She turned her now wide eyed gaze towards you. "He baited me with a singing meme and I was caught off guard. I suppose by now he knows that I intend to tell everyone anyway so I'm trusting that he's keeping his mouth shut around Mischief."

"Aww, babes, it's really happening, huh?" She grabbed your hand and lightly swung it. "It's like the end of an era."

"Yeah. By the end of the day there'll be egg on my face because Loki's finally gonna know how stupid in love I am with him, and that's it. That's the end of me."

"At the risk of you stabbing me, Y/N, I gotta say it. I think you're an idiot if you actually believe that things would end badly if Horns knows how you feel about him. I saw you two before you boarded the Quinjet; that's a man in love. God. That's a god in love. Whatever happens in the live show, I'd put money on all this ending with you singing a whole new set of notes in his apartment that none of us ever want to hear. I don't think even Tony has the money to cover the therapy we'd need if we hear that."

You smacked him upside the back of his head. "Dork." He gave you a shrug as if to say eh, you're not wrong, which made you chuckle. "Just drop me off near Groove, please." You placed a hand on Nat's shoulder. "And please make sure that he actually goes to the live show? If I'm going to rip off a bandaid, I'd prefer to rip it all the way off in one move."

"I'll have Thor drag him out if I have to," she promised, placing her hand over yours. "Don't look so nervous, babes. Everything's gonna be fine. More than fine." She tilted her head to address Clint. "We should probably all stay out of the tower for a few hours once they exit the bar. You know, so we don't have to charge Stark's account for therapy."

By the time that Natasha and Clint returned to the Tower, the team was already buzzing with bets on who it could be, most of them already gathered around the common area clearly dressed for a party. The Russian spy made a beeline for Wanda, looking like a Christmas ornament in her sparkly red dress.

"Anyone on to our girl?" she whispered to the sorceress.

"Just Thor…he's been hinting at it since Tony found the invite."

"That's because Thor knows. Baited Y/N with a meme the morning before we left. Anyone else?"

"I think Rhodey knows, too. But he's been suspicious since before the first live show, so I can't be too sure. You two should go get changed, we're just waiting for--"

"Ah, there he is! Brother! Are you excited to finally know the identity of your lark?"

Natasha looked at the stairs, her eyes widening once she'd seen the effort that Loki put into his look for your show, wearing a form-fitting dress shirt set in his "old faithful" shade of green tucked into tight slacks that had her questioning if he would be able to even sit down without ripping open a seam, and a pair of black Oxfords. It was obvious that he spent a considerable amount of time on his hair, too, styled in a half bun that had a few loose tendrils framing his face, trying to look effortless but anyone who knew how much effort that really took knew that he spent at least 20 minutes trying to get that down right, even with his magic.

He looked over to where she and Clint were standing, his gaze searching for someone clearly absent. "Where's Y/N?"

Natasha defaulted to her classic excuse for you. "Had to run an errand." He nodded at the answer, a small smile tugging at the side of his mouth. "Said she'll meet us at Groove instead."

Another twenty minutes later and they were on their way to the bar, already filled to the brim with people buzzing about your identity as the unmistakable sound of your voice overflowed out of the bar and well into the queue of people hoping to be let inside.

Once Natasha and Wanda walked up to the door, the guards let them through, along with the rest of the team, and they were all escorted toward the front of the stage, where they waved at the sight of you on stage, wearing an off-shoulder little black dress that fell just short of mid-thigh and strappy gold heels.

"WOOOO LET'S GO Y/N!!" Sam shouted as he made his way through the crowd, making you chuckle in the middle of your song. "That's my friend right there!" he hollered as he clapped his hands, causing the rest of the crowd to clap along with him.

"I'll wait for the day when we finally say now or never Until then I'll be here wanting more as I settle for atmosphere"

As you began the final chorus of Send Me the Moon by Sara Bareilles, you noticed that nearly all of the team already sat in the area you had reserved for them, noting some of them trying to covertly pass around the money that they lost when they were placing bets on your identity all those months ago.

Surprisingly, the money was split between Sam and Bucky.

You shook your head slightly at their antics and returned your focus to the rest of the crowd, your roaming gaze stopping short at the sight of Loki two feet away from the stage, looking up at you with such a venerational relief in his eyes it nearly made your knees buckle.

As you finished the song, and you took in the applause, and the standing ovation from your team along with the wolf whistles from your girl friends, a smile began to grace his features as he mouthed, "It's you."

You could feel a tugging at your heart, as if your world was about to crumble, but you no longer cared. Whatever happened, even if everything were to fall apart at your feet today, you'd be fine. You'd rebuild from whatever you had left. Your experiment was done, the resolution from the beginning of the year a hilarious failure. And yet, you knew in your heart that you could recover from this.

It was that resolve that had you returning his smile with one of your own, a bit more somber, as if you'd come to make peace with an impending loss. "It's me," you mouthed back.

As the applause faded, you looked into the audience once more and spoke into the mic. "Hi. I'm Y/N Y/L/N. And this will be the last song I sing as The Lonely Avenger."

"What's gonna happen to your channel?" Sam's voice boomed from the crowd.

You shrugged in your team's direction. "I suppose I'm just gonna change it to my name. Can't exactly be anonymous anymore," you answered with a chuckle. "Maybe I'll do some drunk challenges with Nat and Wanda."

"THAT'S OUR GIRL!!" Wanda chirped up from her seat, making you giggle at her enthusiasm.

"Anyways…" You raised your iced tea perched on a stool nearby toward the crowd. "To The Lonely Avenger."

Most of the crowd raised their glasses and repeated your sentiment. You heard Tony shout "to jellybean", while the rest of the team shouted "to Y/N". What had you confused was Thor's sentiment, as his distinct voice rang louder than the buzzing of the audience. "To my sister."

You turned your gaze to the band and they began to play out your final song: "Tell Me" by He Is We.

"Take a video, Wan. We'll wanna go back to this moment one day," Natasha instructed the sorceress. She quickly took out her phone and began recording you singing your final song as the anonymous Lonely Avenger, switching the camera's focus back and forth between you on the mic and Loki's reactions to your performance.

"Eyes can only see so far Tired of wishing on Northern Stars So I close my eyes and pray Nothing comes to mind so I let my heart say Tell me don't give up…"

As you finished the song, Wanda made a motion to turn off the video but Nat's whispered "not yet" made her keep recording, and she watched with wide eyes and a slacked jaw as Loki walked up to the stage, his hand outstretched up toward you.

"Take his hand, babes!" Nat hollered, cheering as you walked over to the edge of the stage, placing your hand in his. She and Wanda where all out squealing the second her brought your hand to his lips and kissed your knuckles.

"For fuck's sake, Bambi, kiss her!" Tony spoke through cupped hands.

Thor started clapping thunderously as you placed your hands on Loki's shoulders and he placed his hands on your hips and lifted you from the stage, setting you back down in front of him. On a whim, Wanda used her magic to point the mic toward you.

"My lark. My Y/N." Wanda held back her squeals as he brought his hands up to frame your face. "My love."

The whole bar erupted into cheers as he leaned down and laid his lips on yours, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you close to him and causing you to place your arms on his shoulders.

"Ladies and gentlemen, The Lonely Avenger!!" a new voice announced as a man walked up the stage, encouraging a fresh round of applause from the crowd. "I for one am glad to see this turn of events. Who isn't a sucker for a good happy beginning?"

A murmured voice escorting you backstage to the green room was heard through the speakers, giving Wanda the cue to stop recording. Although she immediately regretted turning the camera off once she saw the unmistakably mischievous grin on the god's face as he wrapped his arm around your waist and lifted you off your feet, walking you both towards the aforementioned room with a little twirl of your dress.

"Dammit this means I owe Morgan a hundred bucks," Tony muttered, making the sorceress turn an incredulous gaze toward him.

"Tony, Morgan knows," Natasha told him, making the billionaire's eyes widen in pure disbelief. "Since before Y/N's first show. She's the one who told Wanda."

"Duped by my own daughter," he muttered. "Is it weird that I'm proud of her?" The team shook their heads as he turned to look at the blonde Asgardian. "And why did you forfeit, Point Break? You would've won."

"I found out before Lady Y/N left for her mission with the assassins."

"WHAT?!" the remainder of the team all but yelled in unison, proceeding to ask the god about the hows of it all.

The moment the door to the green room closed, Loki cradled your head with one hand and had your body trapped between him and the door, his other hand now resting on your side, thumb gently stroking your stomach. "My darling," he said softly, the brilliant smile on his face never fading as he leaned in and pressed his lips to your exposed neck.

He proceeded to trail his lips down to the base of your throat and across your collarbone, humming a sound of contentment against your skin as he kept on murmuring your name between kisses. Your breathing became erratic as you gasped for air, your heaving chest pressing your skin even more against his lips.

You let out a hybrid between a squeak and a moan as he placed his hands on the back of your thighs, adjusting his hold on you and making you wrap your legs around him, giving you a flashback to earlier this year when he did the exact same motion to help you reach your mug at the top shelf. He trailed his kisses up to your lips once more, claiming your mouth with his at a languid, decadent pace. As if you had all the time in the world. You couldn't help but to sigh against him, allowing yourself for just a moment to be content with what was happening.

"I love you," he mumbled against your lips, pressing one more tender kiss upon them before pulling away, his grin one of obvious repletion, before spotting the look of consternation on your face and his expression quickly faded into one of concern. "What's wrong, dear heart?"

"Do…do you love me or…"

"Oh, my darling mortal," he whispered as he cupped your face and pressed a frantic kiss to your lips. "I love you, Y/N. I've loved you long before you first sang under that moniker. Long before Stark's party." He pressed his lips against yours once more and you could feel your body physically weaken the moment both felt and heard him moan against your mouth. "I will tell you in the plainest words I can find, my love. I am maddeningly in love with you, Y/N. And I wish for you to be mine."

"I'm yours," you said in a breathy exhale, unable to breathe as you felt his lips latch on to a particularly sensitive spot between your neck and shoulder and proceeded to lightly suck on the skin. "I've--fuck--I've always been yours." He had you arching into his kiss once his lips moved lower, playing at the neckline of your dress, just above your heart. "Please…please, Loki, I need--"

"I know, my darling," he cut you off, pressing his body harder against yours, muffling your moans with another kiss to your lips. "I know. But I do not wish for our first time together to be in the back room of a bar. You deserve more than that." He once again peppered kisses up the column of your neck. "You deserve to be worshipped. Savored. For hours. Days, even." Your breath hitched at the very thought of being at his mercy for hours, let alone days. "Just say the words, my love. Say them and I will make it so. You would be mine to do with as I please, and I yours."

He pulled away from you with a final kiss to your jaw, making you arch toward him again, silently begging him to resume his attentions. He didn't. Instead he simply stroked your cheek with his thumb, causing you to lean in to his touch.

"I won't kiss you again until you say them, darling," he teased. "So say them and allow us both our rapture."

"I love you," you all but shouted, the evident desperation in your voice making him bite his lip as he smirked at you. You took a breath, trying to calm yourself. "I love you, Loki." He smiled, leaning in until your lips were barely touching. "Make me yours."

"With pleasure, my darling Y/N," he said with a soft kiss to your lips. "You must know, my love. You've never been alone. You have me. You've always had me." His next kiss felt like a promise, as if he was casting a spell that sealed your fates together in that single kiss. "Shall we?"

"Just lemme get my things," you said breathlessly. With a wave of his hand, your bag disappeared from the table in a flash of green. "We should at least tell the team we're leaving."

"I believe they're aware. Or they should have surmised by now that we do not intend to return to their company for a while," he answered with a smirk. "I'm sure by now my brother's told the staff that we've most likely disappeared from this room and it's safe to enter once more, so I believe our next move is to do precisely that."

"You have to put me down, you know," you said with a giggle. "You can't just lug me around like a weird captive koala."

"I won't lug you around anywhere like a small furry animal. I intend to hold the woman I love in my arms; I will put you down only once there is a bed in our vicinity. Not a moment sooner." He pulled your body closer to his, securing his hold on you before pressing a tender kiss to your cheek. "Close your eyes, my love," he whispered in your ear. You did exactly that.

When he told you to open them you were no longer in the green room; rather you were in an opulent bedroom with a central motif of marble and a faded shade of gold. Looking at the view from the balcony you could tell that you were still within New York, but this was definitely not the Tower. "Mischief? Where are we?" You looked at his face and your breath hitched at the simpering look on his face.

"I took the liberty of acquiring us some accommodations for the week." The week? Your breathing thinned as he walked over to the bed, gently laying you down upon it. "Did you truly think I would bring you back to my chambers? Where my brother could so easily barge in like the brutish oaf he often is? That I would have my fill of you after one night?" He kissed his way down to your clothed stomach, before lightly grasping one of your legs and pressing a searing kiss to the back of your knee. "My darling, if you did, you've sorely underestimated how desperately I have longed for you."

You had no words left in you except, "A week?"

"Only because that is all I could manage without starting a war with our dear Captain over monopolizing your time, and leaving our team short of two resources at once," he answered you simply. "So, my lark…" He kissed the back of your knee once more before slowly crawling up your body. "My darling Y/N…" He kissed the exposed skin of your chest, just above your heart. "My love…" He captured your lips in a slow, sensual kiss that left you breathless. "Shall we begin?"

A/N: I can't believe the series is already over, but that's it. That's the end of the main story of 'secret notes'! I hope y'all enjoyed going on this ride with me and in true 'me' fashion, this isn't really the end. Outtakes will come…I don't know when but I know they are happening.

But more importantly…it means that I have my schedule all clear for the collab series I've been talking about, and I can finally reveal that my fellow writer for this is none other than @mochie85!!

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