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yeoslattes · 5 months ago

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Lowkey

Genre: smut

Wc: 7.6k

Pairings: bodyguard!Yunho, rich girl college student!reader, chauffeur!Mingi

Summary: Yunho desperately needs someone to put you in your place

Warnings: smut, threesome, dom/sub themes, late 20s Yunho/Mingi, early to mid twenties reader, mild dumbification, Yunho is lowkey patronizing, fingering, oral both fem and male receiving, orgasm denial, ruined orgasm, cream pie, cum shots, clothed sex, backshots, mild choking, use of pet names (doll, slut, tiny), mentions of size difference, spoiled reader, no use of YN, unprotected sex, alcohol use, reader is a party girl

A/N: my Yungi fic is finally out!!! I had so much fun writing this! While I edited I realized how Yunho goes from really shy to suddenly getting fed up and wanting to put her in her place (character development 😭). Also Mingi is really mostly a side character here, most of the readers interactions are with Yunho but don’t fret I have stuff planned for Mingi in the future. I hope you guys enjoy and ofc any feedback is appreciated just be nice about it🫶🏼

The sun beams through your sheer curtains smacking you right in the face. Your tired warm body is snuggled under the cream white fluffy duvets that your mom had purchased for you in Italy. Cracking an eye open you stretch your limbs and groan softly, sitting up on the bed. A shiver shakes through you, the AC causing goosebumps to erupt on your soft skin.

With only one class in your schedule for today you took on the task of getting ready for university. Fashion was an art to you, it was a sole representation of who you were and how you liked to express yourself. And what exactly was that self expression? Well, clothes from the most expensive designers of course. Your parents owned one of the top marketing companies in all of New York and were currently in the works of expanding worldwide, to say you got everything and anything you wanted was an understatement; the fact that you were an only child only ever added to just how much your parents spoiled you.

“Darling! Yunho is up front waiting for you, don’t be late, traffic in the city is only going to get worse.” Your mother’s voice reverberates through the tall walls of the grand mansion.

“I'll be on my way soon!” You respond back, quickly spraying your sweet perfume and heading downstairs. You may have been perfect in your parent’s eyes, or maybe they just liked to act oblivious but behind that perfect daughter act you put up was something more. You loved to shop till you dropped, that was a known fact but what many didn’t know was the absolute party animal you had developed into over the course of your college career.

There wasn’t a club in New York that you hadn’t graced with your presence. Even when you traveled outside the country for an already expensive vacation, you'd still find a way to get into the most renowned clubs wherever you were on the map. You’d always come up with an excuse to go out, perhaps an important dinner, or sometimes a friend of a friend’s birthday party; your parents would always believe you. Your friends were no saints either, rolling in money themselves they were always there to join you in any escapade you had. You were living the ultimate college student life and no one was ever there to say no to you.

You adjust your bag on your shoulder and slide into the sleek black Escalade. Yunho sits on his phone in the driver’s seat, immediately dropping the device into the cup holder when he hears you settle into the back.

“Good morning Yuyu.” You beam, “good morning miss,” he says, voice barely above a whisper, he sends you a smile through the rear view mirror which you return. Yunho’s heart flutters slightly as he steals glances of you. Your fingers type away on your phone, updating your friends with the latest gossip you have. Yunho’s gaze keeps flicking to you in the mirror, his admiration suddenly turning into pure irritation at the constant ticking of your phone’s keyboard. He’s so annoyed he almost misses the turn to your best friend's house. He slams on the breaks, sending you flying into the back of the passenger seat. You groan loudly while holding your forehead.

“What the fuck Yunho, ugh.” You exclaim tossing your phone on the seat. “Can you be more careful?” His gaze hardens as he peers at you through the mirror for the umpteenth time this morning. He gulps and sucks in a deep breath. Your voice only adding to his irritation. “Don’t forget to pick up Cassie and Yeri.” You say typing away on your phone again. Yunho can only sit in silence, his mind going to the fat paycheck he’d get at the end of this week for driving a CEO’s daughter around. You were such a joy to drive except when you weren’t, but he’d endure anything if it meant he got to work for you; his boy crush only growing by the day.

He’d been picking up your little group of friends every morning since you started your freshman year at NYU, while also driving you around town and picking you up from clubs while being drunk off your mind. It was taking a toll on him, he rarely got any sleep before he had to be up at the ass crack of dawn again, but the pay was good so maybe that’s why he didn’t mind it as much. At least that’s what he liked to tell himself whenever he felt his feelings for you bubbling up. “My daughter is off limits. I trust you understand that right?” He vividly remembers your father saying as he signed the contract. He’d been employed by your dad right before you started college, you had ended up totaling your first car, and with your father’s company status on the rise he decided it’d be best to keep you safe by hiring a chauffeur. You were now halfway through your 3rd year of college with Yunho still as your driver.

He didn’t talk much but when he did he would only ever say the most encouraging things. After you had been stood up on a date you had cried your eyes out in the car, it had upset him seeing you that way so on the ride back home he pulled over and gave you a pep talk of just how much you deserved; since then you had grown fond of him. But it was only ever friendly, until recently. He was tall and extremely handsome, always looking better when you had too many drinks for your own good as he hauled you out of an A list New York club. While he had his good moments with you, there were times where you grinded his gears, like this morning’s drive to school or when you were too “tired” to carry all your shopping bags and just shoved them in his hands without saying please or thank you. As smitten as he was with you, you were his boss’ daughter and that was a zone he did not want to enter.

As he pulls up close to the curb in front of the main area of campus, he sits in silence like always and listens to the loud chatter between you and your friends.

“Alright girlies! Shopping after school? Let's meet up here, Yunho will be driving us!” You say loudly smacking your peppermint gum, your girlfriends all speak loudly, agreeing between giggles. You were the last one to step out of the black Escalade, “bye Yuyu see you soon mwah!” You blow him a kiss and he smiles at you, only shaking his head with a breathy laugh after the door closes.

With a couple of hours of free time, Yunho decides to kill time at a nearby coffee shop, the tired chauffeur sits in the corner of the rather empty cafe. His face lights up mid sip when Mingi walks in. He greets his long time friend, the equally tall man sitting adjacent to him.

“Man, it's like I barely see you nowadays.” Mingi sighs, relaxing into the chair. Yunho checks his watch, your class was short and he’d be expecting a text in about an hour.

“Yea…work is work. It's been kicking my ass recently.” He groans, “do you at least get a vacation?” Mingi asks curiously, Yunho shrugs, “Maybe I would if I asked for it, but I’m trying to rack up at least 3 more checks before I take time off. Besides, taking care of the SMB Enterprises future successor isn’t so bad; she has her bad days but her and her friends make it worth a while.” Mingi chuckles at his friend, “ah really? How so?” Yunho shrugs yet again, “lets just say free reality TV but in person.” Mingi playfully scoffs, his hand coming up to run through his hair. However, there was something more that Yunho wasn’t saying, being friends since childhood had its perks as he knew Yunho better than anyone else and could read him like a book..

“There’s something more though that makes it worth your while right?” Mingi asks curiously and Yunho’s cheeks flush red. Mingi nods trying to suppress a smile, “you like her.” Yunho mentally curses, he chuckles nervously and shakes his head. “Well yes…but I could never. Her father would have my head; I have to keep things strictly professional.”

While Yunho said one thing, Mingi would be thinking the opposite. He was a carefree soul, he didn’t care about anything, “you should-” he starts but Yunho cuts him off, “I can’t that’d be violating my contract.”

The pair talked for a few hours just until around the time your class ended. Yunho is about to check his phone when he sees you walking through the cafe doors, his brows shoot up in confusion, awkwardness filling him when you suddenly walk up to the table he and Mingi were sitting at.

“Oh I'm so sorry, I didn’t know you'd be out 30 minutes early.” He says swallowing thickly and standing up. He could only hope you wouldn’t tell your dad about his cafe date with Mingi.

“Yea my professor let us out a bit early and I wanted a coffee.” You say, texting away on your phone yet again, Yunho suppresses an eyeroll. “But don’t worry I wont tell daddy about your little…date.” You say taking a peek at Mingi. He sends you a tight lipped smile. “Okay well, are you ready to go miss?” You shake your head. “Mm mm, I gotta wait for Cassie and Yeri, and after can you take us to Soho? I need to pick up a few things.” Yunho nods, “for sure. I’ll go bring the car.” You take his seat, not sparing a glance at Mingi, who still remains in his spot after waving goodbye to Yunho.

“So…” he starts,

“Not interested.” Sending him a smile, you walk over to grab your coffee from the mobile order area, “See you around! Yunho’s friend.” You shout walking out of the cafe. Mingi sits back dumbfounded, “unbelievable that he fell for a bitch.” He mutters silently.

***

You had over 5 bags up to the brim with the latest fashion trends. You were sure you’d bought at least one mini dress for every weekend of the month. Your feet ached and you were drained from carrying the bags all through the streets of Soho. Yunho remained inside the car, parked in the designated parking area waiting for your text.

You step out of Neiman Marcus and wait for your ride to pull up in front of the doors. When your driver sees you struggling to the car he immediately hops out to put your and your friend’s bags all in the trunk.

“Good shopping day miss?” He asks, and you nod, stretching your back deliciously against the leather seats of the Escalade once you’re finally inside. The rest of the ride is abnormally quiet, even Cassie and Yeri lay against the headrests with their eyes closed, the day's exhaustion catching up to you three. Before you know it Yunho is pulling up the long curved driveway, stopping right in front of your front doors.

“Thank you for driving us around today Yunho, I know it can be a bit much.” You sheepishly thank him, a soft blush covering your cheeks. “Of course miss, I’m only doing my job.” He gives you a smile and you retreat into your house with him following close behind. This was one of those moments where he absolutely adored you.

***

Friday morning something shifts when your father calls you into his office. You stand barefoot, sporting sleeping shorts and an oversized t-shirt, feeling slightly awkward as Yunho is also standing there. You can feel him eyeing you, clearly not used to seeing you in your lounging attire.

“Darling, due to current articles and the uprising of the company I have decided to promote Yunho to your bodyguard.” Your father says, his hands resting politely atop of his desk. You can't help but stare at him dumbfounded, it was the calm before the storm. Yunho could see your gears turning, he could almost calculate when your outburst was going to happen.

“What do you mean you’re assigning me a bodyguard? Absolutely not! I do not need a babysitter.” Your father’s demeanor changes.

“I will not tolerate your attitude.” He says raising his hand up.

“But dad, I am in college! Actually, I'm about to graduate college. I don’t need someone to look after me!” You state, close to stomping your feet in a tantrum.

“It’s not that you need it dear, it's just for safety precautions. SMD is gaining popularity and I cannot have you walking around without any protection.” He reiterates. You look at Yunho and he can only look down at his feet. “But why him?” At your words his head pops up to look in your direction, his eyes gleaming with mild offense.

“Why not Yunho? He’s perfect for the role. He’s worked with us for 3 years now, knows all your friends and is very familiar with your lifestyle.” Your father defends.

“Well yes but I like him as my chauffeur…I am not here for this dad.” You argue, pointing aggressively at him as you try to prove your point.

“I hired a new chauffeur, per Yunho’s recommendation. He will be here tonight for whatever dinner you have going on this time.” Immediately you knew who he was talking about.

“That loser from the coffee shop!?” You say looking at Yunho this time. Your father brings a hand up to massage his temples, Yunho is about to respond but is cut off.

“Yunho is your bodyguard, and Mingi is your new driver. So either put up with it or stay home tonight. End of discussion!”

You pressed your lips shut, suddenly feeling defeated by your father. You knew discussing the matter further with him was a lost cause, there was no budging him when he set his mind on something. Finally you drop your head in defeat and nod. “Now go, I have to finish some work here. Yunho my apologies for that, you are dismissed.”

You spent the rest of your afternoon laying in bed just staring at the ceiling, then scrolling on your phone and switching between apps. Nightfall approaches and it's time to get ready for a night in the city. You start with a long shower, exfoliating, shaving and moisturizing. You pick a dress from the countless different ones you’d bought earlier in the week. Delicately pulling the tag off, you slip it on. Your phone startles you as it vibrates aggressively on your vanity table, blindly you answer and are met with Cassie’s face.

“I love you but you have to hurry, our VIP reservation is at 11.” Cassie urges, you nod at her through the camera. “Yes yes I'll be there soon, there were new arrangements made today. I’ll tell you all about it.” You hang up the phone and hurry down, where Yunho waits for you by the door. You don't notice the way his eyes rake over your frame and he suppresses a little smirk. He opens the car door for you and when you slip onto the leather seats you are met by the same guy from the cafe. You’ve got to be kidding me, you think to yourself. He’s dressed in a suit just like Yunho, he doesn't say anything else besides a small hello. You only watch the way he smirks at Yunho when he slips into the passenger seat. A smirk that makes you wonder if you had been a topic of discussion between them. The car ride is silent and soon you are pulling into the valet of the night club.

“Mingi right?” Your voice breaks the silence and he nods, “nice to meet you miss. I look forward to tending to whatever you need.” Mingi replies and you almost roll your eyes at the automated response.

“Nice to meet you once again Mingi, welcome to your first day on the job.” You scoff hopping out of the car, the entire debacle between you and your father clearly still filling you up with annoyance.

***

The night starts off slow, you sip on a cocktail while Cassie leans into your ear. “So who's the new one?” Your eyes shift to Mingi who stands next to Yunho, his big hands crossed at his pelvis. He sports a dark pair of shades making it impossible to see where he was looking, yet you can sense his gaze is on you and your best friend.

“Mingi, he’s friends with Yunho. My dad decided that I suddenly needed a bodyguard and promoted Yunho, then hired Mingi per Yunho’s recommendation.” You mock your father’s tone.

“Hmm,” she hums, her teeth digging into her glossy lips, “can I have one?” Looking over to Mingi, you can see his attention is now fully on Cassie despite the dark lenses covering his irises. She waves at him and he sends her a smile. Your friend almost melts into the couch at the subtle advances of your driver.

“No.” Your voice is flat, “I fear they’re both mine.” You joke, except you're not sure how much of it is a joke. The more the alcohol kicks in, the more appealing the pair looks to you.

Your party of friends grows bigger by the hour and more regular club goers fill the space, the bass of the music pounds on your chest, it’s not long before you start feeling the slight fogginess of the alcohol clouding your judgement. Shot after shot kept coming, bottles of the most expensive liquor being served to your table. You’re up now dancing freely with your friends, Yunho standing within close proximity, he’s had to stabilize you on your feet twice now. He points to his watch when Mingi looks at him. “We have to bring her home in about an hour. Her dad’s rules.” He informs his counterpart through their ear piece. Time flew by and by the time that hour hits its 3 a.m.

Yunho sucks in a deep breath and leans down to your level. “It’s time to go.” He says loudly, and you shake your head, “it’s only 3 Yuyu. I don’t wanna go.” You pout holding your stance. It’d only get more difficult from this point on, “I understand that miss but your father’s rules were clear.” You ignore his words and try to tread through the crowd but a heavy hand pulls you back.

“Stop it!” you say twisting your arm from his grip, “I don’t wanna go! You two and my dad can go kiss my ass!” Yunho sent a nod to Mingi. Suddenly your feet are no longer on the ground. Mingi clears up space as Yunho walks with you over his shoulder through the crowd. His large hand holds the bottom of your dress down. Your small fists pound on his back, as you try to flail yourself all over the place.

“Put me down Yunho!” But your bodyguard refuses. Back in valet Yunho waits for the car, while apologetically smiling at a few other employees as you yell every profanity under the sun. Mingi stands beside Yunho and you manage to catch the edge of his sunglasses with your fist, smacking them off his face and scratching him in the process. Mingi winces, holding the raised skin of his face as he picks up his glasses. Yunho shoves you in the car and soon you’re all on your merry way home with you passed out in the backseat.

“I’m regretting this job.” Mingi mutters, running his finger over the scratch on his face. “She’s usually not like this, I guess daddy’s new rules are getting to her.” Yunho responds, sending a pitied look to his best friend. “Usually?” Mingi asks, shaking his head in annoyance.

***

“Mom, did dad give me a curfew?” You ask your mother the next morning, you did your best to ignore the pounding in your head. You can see her eyes shift as she tries to put up a front.

“No baby, what do you mean? Or at least I don’t know of any curfew.” She replies, folding her laundry neatly.

“Because last night that I was out with my friends…at the dinner I told you about. I left at a specific time and that's not how Yunho and I usually operate.” With crossed arms you stare at your mother waiting for whatever excuse she’s come up with.

Instead she gives you a pointed look, “and how do you usually operate?” She smirks, you can’t help but roll your eyes. “Uh, I let him know when I'm ready to go.” You state as if it were an obvious fact. Your words hang in the air and she shrugs.

“I’d ask your father directly honey, I wouldn't know.” You huff in annoyance and head back to your room to freshen up and dispute this with your father.

The door to his office echoes loudly when you swing it open, startling Mingi and Yunho who currently sit in the seats facing the desk.

“Pumpkin I'm discussing busine-”

“Did you give me a curfew?” You ask cutting him off. Your father sighs in defeat, he knew that you’d come to him with questions sooner or later.

“Not necessarily a curfew hon, just a set time to have you home.”

“That’s literally the definition of a curfew! Dad, what is going on? Are you trying to ruin my life?” Your father, clearly on the edge already, is having none of it.

“Is 3 a.m not enough for your clubbing activities?” Your eyes suddenly widen at your fathers words. How'd he know? Then your eyes shift to Yunho who now stands besides Mingi against the wall. Both men stoic in the face as if the entire debacle isn’t going on in front of them.

“Did you think I wouldn’t find out? You keep telling your mom and I that you are going out to important dinners, come to find out you're out at clubs getting absolutely wasted with those trashy friends of yours.” You shake your head, “You don’t underst-”

“What I don’t understand is why my daughter is acting like this. Look at the gash you gave Mingi last night, all because he wanted to ensure your safety back home and you just can’t help but act a fool! Do what you like, you are an adult, but under my house you’ll be home when I say!” He yells, his voice booming through the office.

“But-” You try to argue, and he shakes his head.

“Don't you get it? With our status you cannot be acting like this; it’ll end up in the tabloids and what does that mean for SMD?” Your father searches your face for some type of answer, but you hide by crossing your arms and looking down at the wooden floor.

“You swipe my Amex like it's nothing, you buy what you want, you go where you want, what more do you want? So no, the curfew isn't going anywhere. End of discussion. Now please leave so I can finish business.” Your words are caught in your throat.

You stare at your father before your eyes shift to the two men dressed in black on the side, Yunho sporting a very sly smirk as he watches your eyes sparkle with tears. He was enjoying this little meltdown, he enjoyed the fact that someone had finally said no; after all you were a spoiled brat and while he loved that about you, it was time for a reality check. You stomp out of the office slamming the mahogany door behind you causing you father to flinch and apologize to the pair.

“Don’t have daughters.” Your father sighs.

***

The next week you spent going to your scheduled classes and swimming. The weekend had been the opposite of relaxing between your fathers argument and the raging hangover, you decided to reconnect with nature, touch some grass if you will. Every single time, Yunho was out there with you, and there was nothing he could do about the skanky bikinis you sported every time you sat out in the sun. In his head he cursed Mingi for being able to take a break, after all he was your only real bodyguard.

He sat in a chair in the shade, his eyes drinking in every area of uncovered skin behind his sunglasses. His mind went places and he couldn't help but readjust himself multiple times. Your demeanor with him had also changed, you were more talkative than before, asking him about himself, offering him lemonade made with your own secret recipe. You were sweet talking him and he knew it was your way of trying to get him to break the rules for you next time you went out. But if there was one thing about Yunho it was that he wasn't a people pleaser, and he wasn't one to give in easily especially not to brats like you.

The week flew by for him and like usual, here he was on his way with you and Mingi to another top club in New York city. You were dressed in a two piece set this time, the skirt so short your underwear peeked through every time you sat down. With wandering eyes everywhere, in order to shield you Yunho’s big frame stood in front of you. He takes your hand and you smile up at him with big eyes, but he averts his focus to his job at hand which was protecting you.

***

By midnight you're drunk out of your mind, so drunk that you ended up booking a hotel room in the building where the said club was at. You told yourself you deserved to get wasted and spoil yourself in a luxurious hotel after the hell week you’d had.

“I-i don’t wanna go home, just take me up to my room whenever. I forwarded you the reservation email.” You told Yunho. It wouldn’t align with your father’s rules but Yunho was sure you'd twist up some pretty lie to get out of being asked too many questions. “Tell my parents I'm crashing at Cassie’s.” Yunho could only agree, because what else could he do in this situation? Would it put his job in jeopardy? Yes, was he annoyed with you? Also yes, but he'd rather deal with your father later than have you cause another scene for him and Mingi yet again.

“One more drink Yuyu please?” You ask, your eyes big and glassy as you stare up at him. He shakes his head, “I don’t think it's a good idea to keep drinking miss. At least take a break.” He suggests, your lips form a pout but you were too tired to fight him. Eventually you manage to slip through the crowd and to the bar. Mingi and Yunho search for you but their panic is short lived when you reappear with another martini in hand.

“Do you want some?” You ask, there you go again with that suggestive gaze that has him reeling. He shakes his head and as you're about to take another sip he pulls the glass away from you. “I said no more.” You pout at his harsh tone.

“Fine, take me to the bathroom then.” You say crossing your arms. Yunho sighs internally, deciding that having you use the restroom alone was too risky he convinces Cassie to take you. The blonde holds on to your arm as Yunho clears space for you to walk through. He stands outside the door and motions Cassie to bring you in.

Yunho waits outside for what feels like an eternity; after 20 minutes he knocks on the door. Cassie opens and without a word pulls him in. “what-” but Cassie shakes her head, “she threw up about half of the drinks she drank. I fed her some water, she should be sobering up.” You sit against the wall of the fancy bathroom with your eyes closed. You feel a hand going around your bicep to hoist you up and you shake your head.

“Don’t move me, I’d rather wait it out here. Just get me some water please.” Not daring to have your eyes obliterated by the harsh light you keep them closed. You hear the bathroom door open, letting the noise of the club in for a second before it muffles out again.

A full bottle and a half of water later, you had sobered up almost entirely. You rinse your mouth in the sink and pat some cold water on your chest to freshen up and head back out where Yunho stands.

You walk through the crowd heading straight for the bar, ready for at least another round of drinks but Yunho pulls you back. “No more drinks.” He states flatly. Your brows draw together, sending him a confused look. “Um, who says I can’t? Cause as far as I can remember you’re just my bodyguard not my dad.” Now you have taken it upon yourself to mess with him. You were tired of being bossed around. Your eyes bore into his, his gaze has shifted in a way you had never seen before; he was pissed. Sucking in a deep breath he leans down to your ear, “you are done for the night.” You swallow thickly and shrug trying to play off the sudden ache in the bottom half of your body. You take the lead, both men following close behind you.

Despite sobering up, the exhaustion after drinking is catching up to you and the little alcohol you have left in your system still keeps you a bit unstable on your feet. The elevator ride up to the room is tension filled. You can feel both men’s gazes on you, and out of the corner of your eye you see the way Yunho and Mingi exchange glances.

As soon as you step through the door Yunho breaks the silence, “I need you to sit down and drink some water.” Taking the water bottle from his grip, you sit down purposefully taking small sips. Both men watch you carefully, pulling their blazers off and draping them over a chair, leaving them both in their white button ups.

“I don’t really want any more water.” Your hoarse voice says, pushing the bottle away from you. You go to stand up but Yunho stops you.

“Sit the fuck down.” He points at the seat as soon as you rise to your feet.

“Excu-”

“Now.” You plop back down on the soft chair in defeat.

“You’ve been a real fucking pain the ass you know that right?” At that you giggle, biting your lip a little too hard at his frustration.

“She thinks it's funny Min.” A low hum rumbles through Mingi’s chest.

“Do you want me to blow you as a thank you for being the best bodyguard ever and putting up with me? Because I will.” Your body is now burning hot, just the mere thought of Yunho having you on your knees in front of his best friend who is also your chauffeur excites you. You slowly rise to your feet, stepping carefully towards Yunho as if testing the waters. Your bare feet on the carpet showcasing the sheer size difference between you and the dark blue haired man. Without second thought his hands cup your face and pull you into him for a kiss. Everything goes fast, your hands grip his wrists as he still has a hold of your face as he kisses you with pure fervor.

“Fucking brat.” Yunho pulls you away and redirects you towards Mingi who is now standing by the bed. Your arms stretch out to reach for the Mingi, he pulls you into him and you meet his lips as Yunho manhandles your skirt. Mingi wastes no time laying you down, the skirt of your two piece set now resting on your waist from the vigorous movement, your panty clad cunt on full display. Yunho presses you down into bed by your chest, his opposite hand coming down to play with you. His fingers rub over the fabric of your now soiled underwear.

“Such a good girl huh Yunho?” Mingi says chuckling at your writhing form. Yunho smirks,

“Sit behind her, why don't you.” Yunho pulls you up and Mingi slots himself between you and the plush pillows, your back now resting flush against his chest. His arms encircle themselves around your waist as Yunho tugs your panties down. He holds the fabric up by his finger, “We’ve been getting peeks of this slutty thong all night, how cute.” Yunho chuckles.

His fingers toys with you before slipping two slender digits inside. Immediately your back arches against your chauffeur’s chest, his grip only tightening on you. His eyes are focused on his fingers splitting you open, his hand coming down to rest right above your pelvis. He starts with languid strokes, and the way you only spread your legs further for him eggs him on to pick up speed.

“Look at you, spreading your legs open like a slut.” There’s a condescending look on Yunho’s face when he speaks to you. The veins on his arms slightly bulged out from the excretion. You could only whine and attempt to buck your hips on his fingers. Between the haze of the alcohol and the duo's cologne invading your senses you feel yourself spiraling. A knot forming in the pit of your tummy builds up fast. Your lower body begins to shake as your legs threaten to close, that's when Mingi reaches for one of your legs and he hooks his hand behind your knee pulling you open for Yunho.

“Open up pretty.” He murmurs in your ear.

“Im gon-na, Yuyu.” You squirm in Mingi’s grip, your whines picking up in volume. You can barely keep your eyes open and then your orgasm hits you. Your body shudders heavily under the two men. Yunho sends you encouraging words as you cum all over his fingers. Mingi leans down to press feathered kisses on your cheek, his lips inching slowly towards your now messy glossy lips. He kisses you hard, his hand unhooking from your leg and coming down hard against your pussy. Your whole body jolts at the action you can only cry out and take what they give you.

“Come here baby,” Yunho says, pulling you up swiftly. Your legs are shaky as you stand close to him, his hands on your face again, this time you lean to kiss him, glossy lips working desperately against his. But Yunho wasn’t about to let you do what you wanted, not this time. He pulls away, his large hand wrapping around your throat as he squeezes lightly, only enough to take your breath away momentarily.

“Watch it slut, you want something you have to work for it.” He spits, backing you into Mingi. “Who goes first? Me or you?” The driver chuckles and pulls your arms behind your back bending you into the bed. “I’ll break her in for you, how about that?” Yunho smiles at him, “don't let her cum. Tiny has to learn to work for things, she can’t just swipe daddy’s Amex here.” Yunho mocks.

You climb onto the bed face down, ass up, with your hands resting behind your back. Mingi’s belt buckle resonates loudly in the room, echoing in the haze of your brain. Yunho suddenly comes into your line of vision, his pants also unbuckled.

“Are you ready baby?” He asks, feigning a pout at the tears lining your eyes. You lift your head, your hands coming to support you as you push yourself up. You nod vigorously,

“Please Yuyu, I want it so bad.” You whine. Yunho shakes his head and points at Mingi, “why don’t you ask Mingi nicely baby.”

You pant softly and crane your neck to look at the man behind you. “Please Mingi, I want it so bad.” Your hips wiggle back towards him. Mingi’s mushroom tip prods at your entrance

“You want it?” he teases and you nod, taking your lip between your teeth, his large hands grip your waist as he gently pushes in. His girth alone splitting you open slowly. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, at the intrusion.

“Hands behind your back girlie.” Yunho whispers, your arms reach back and Mingi holds on to them as he pulls you onto him, his entire length buried in you. His warm skin comes in contact with your ass and suddenly he’s set a delicious pace that has you reeling. Your breath gets caught in your throat and you're sure you've now gone dumb. Yunho is talking to you but you can barely hear him, until he taps your cheek, his hand cupping your chin and gently lifting your face up. His leaking tip pokes your lips, you open your mouth, wide eyes looking up at him. Yunho bites lip, his hands caressing your face.

“Good fucking girl baby.” You hum around his cock and he gently moves further in until he hits the back of your throat. You gag slightly, tears now rolling down your cheeks freely.

“Being used from both ends, baby. Look at you.” Mingi moans, his thrust now becoming erratic, he eventually resorts to barely pulling out, his hips jutting hard against you just bullying his tip against your cervix. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, your orgasm fast approaching. Yunho takes notice of the way, you're going limp on the bed, your whole body twitching.

“She's about to cum, don't let her finish. She doesn't deserve it yet Min.” He grunts, pulling out of your mouth and cupping your chin once again. He watches with an amused smile as Mingi struggles to slow down and pull out, just as you're about to fall over the brink it all stops. Your tired body collapses on the bed, writhing in discomfort at your fading high.

“Yun-ho, please.” You whine, rubbing your legs together.

“I'm pretty sure I gave myself blue balls man,” Mingi shudders, his hand running up and down his cock, trying to keep the stimulation going. Yunho ignores his friend's comment and takes his place instead, he looms over you now. He pulls you on your back, tugging on the top you still wore, which was now soiled with spit and tears. He tugs at the stretchy material until it sits comfortably under your chest. Your tits spilling over, nipples perky and waiting for attention. He toys with your tits, fondling them and laying a flat smack that irritates the skin. You're panting like a dog, legs open waiting for him to do whatever he wanted to you.

“Are you ready to work for it?” He asks, once again in a condescending tone. You nod, your hands reaching around the bed feeling for Mingi. Yunho leans down pressing a sloppy kiss to your lips, his tongue swipes over your lip, your mouth drops open as he slips inside, instantly buried to the hilt. He gives you one last kiss and pulls away, instantly setting a brutal pace. Pleasure spreads all over your abdomen, as his cock hits that spongy spot deep within you. You're a moaning mess, legs trying to cage him in and hips lifting to meet him but he doesn't let you.

“You're acting like a bitch in heat baby, you wanna cum?” He asks, and you nod, letting out a strangled cry. “Ye-yes yuyu please.” Mingi’s hand works heavy on his cock, trying to match the grip your cunt had around him.

“I said work for it, remember? So why don’t you be a doll and help Mingi.” He motions over to the man beside your head. You do the best you can to replace his hand, your pace is shaky, barely consistent, he leans a bit closer and you are able to get his red tip in your mouth. His hand coming down to cup the back of your head, helping you lift up without causing much strain. Mingi lowers his hips, lodging himself deeper in your mouth. You can barely focus anymore, your headspace far from reality.

“She's going dumb look at her,” Yunho grunts, Mingi breathes heavily above you. And you suck gently and somehow that's enough to push him over the edge. His cum spills into your mouth at the same time your high is building up. You pull from him, his tip still leaking, now spilling all over your lips and chin. Yunho hold your hips and your hands come down to grip his forearms as he fucks you into the bed.

“You earned it tiny, go ahead and fucking c-cum.” Yunho strangles out, your orgasm builds up until you're falling over the edge. Your body locks up, legs shaking as you ride your high, loud whines falling from your lips. You relax into the bed and Yunho who ruts against you suddenly stills and spills into your gummy walls. He sucks in a deep breath as the pulsing in his cock comes to a slow halt. He pulls out and his seed is spilling out from you, running down between your lips and onto the bed creating a wet patch.

Your eyes are closed, lungs still trying to suck in air from the heavy exertion. You feel yourself getting moved around, a warm towel wiping your face and then between your legs. Someone pulls you out of the matching set that was still bunched around your waist.

You feel a tap on your cheek and you open your eyes to be met by Mingi and a water bottle. “Here's some water doll.” You sit up and gently sip from the bottle, humming at the cool liquid running down your scratched throat. Yunho slips on the white button he sported on you. Mingi looks at him as he puts the blazer back on.

“I’ll stop somewhere for a button up in the morning.” Yunho says when he feels Mingi’s judgemental gaze on him. “Get some rest doll, Mingi and I will be back for you in the morning.” you pout as they tuck you into the plush bed. “You can't stay?” You ask but you knew the answer. Yunho shakes his head, “gotta report that you are safe. It'll also look suspicious if we stay, you know you got eyes on you everywhere now.” You nod and nuzzle into the bed.

The door clicks softly behind them as they walk towards the elevators. “I can tell she really likes you.” Mingi informs his best friend. Yunho shrugs, “That's rocky territory, I couldn't imagine what her father would do if he ever found out.” In a way it hurt his chest the thought of never seeing you again if your father found out. After pining over you for the past 3 years in secrecy, and it coming down to tonight's activities he was happy, but it was also bittersweet that nothing further than this could ever happen; he could never call you fully his out of fear.

Yunho rests against the elevator wall, anxiety creeping up on him at the thought of trying to play this all off in the future. He avoids the front desk personnel’s gaze as she gives him a questioning look on his attire as his bare chest peeked through the expensive blazer. When they're both back in the car he reports to your father through text that you'd insisted on crashing at Cassie’s place and that they’d be back for you early in the morning.

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The following weeks were a blur at least for Yunho, he couldn't concentrate on anything other than you, all he ever saw was you. He caught himself admiring more than ever before; so much so Mingi had to often snap him back to reality. Aside from that, there was nothing he could do besides stay quiet and do his job. He had Mingi to vent to but that ended when the man resigned after he got a job opportunity as a producer. He was shortly replaced by Hongjoong, he was cool and all but he couldn’t have deep conversations with him like he did with his best friend.

The lewd activities from that night replayed in his mind and he just couldn’t help how much his feelings for you kept growing since then; he was sure he was now in love. He envied Mingi and how easily he relaxed in situations where Yunho was conflicted.

“Why are you stressing, man? We all had a good time, it doesn't need to be brought up again.” His friend would say, but that was easy for him to say when he wasn't in love with you.

You on the other hand had developed a full blown crush on your bodyguard, you liked the way he handled you, that was all you needed in your life. Not being able to hold back any longer you’d began to sneak out into the greenhouse that sat in a quiet corner of your grand backyard. Yunho would meet you for quickies, which would eventually lead to the two of you talking till the late hours of the night all while your parents remained clueless inside. You knew how much Yunho feared losing his job and being faced by your father, but of one thing you were sure; you always got what you wanted, and Yunho would be yours one way or another.

#ateez smut #hongjoong smut #seonghwa smut #mingi smut #jongho smut #san smut #smut #wooyoung smut #yeosang smut #yunho smut #yungi smut #yungi

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pazziiiiiiii · 3 months ago

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Hey guys so I’m gonna make this a series that may be long but that depends if you guys like it or not so could you guys keep telling me your opinions please!!

I don't really know if I like this I kinda rushed it out very very quickly and didn't really edit is so yeah idk lmk. It's starting to get to the actual stuff in the story not just background I guess but thanks for the feedback keep it coming please.

Word count: Like 1.7k

PART 2

2020 Quarantine

Paige knew she shouldn’t have pushed Azzi away. She knows it messes with her head even more than she does herself. But what was she supposed to do? Tell Azzi how she fought with her dad because she’s gay? Tell her that it’s because she likes Azzi and her dad knows? Obviously not! So keeping it to herself was the better thing to do in that situation.

But after being on the roof for hours, Paige finally calmed herself down. However because she was up there for so long, she was running on about 2 hours of sleep while hopping on a flight.

Leaving the house was not very difficult at all. Her dad wasn’t awake so all she had to do was pack a suitcase full of sweats and basketball gear (literally nothing else was needed) and catch an Uber. Regardless of whether her dad was awake or not, it wouldn’t have made a difference if Paige stayed or not.

The flight was only about 4 hours and Paige spent the entirety of it sleeping. Too tired to worry about how Azzi and her haven’t texted the whole morning, something they haven’t done since they met each other.

Once the plane was landed in Washington, Paige texted Katie to let her know she was ready to be picked up. As soon as she got a reply telling Paige they were on their way, the nerves began to settle in again.

She didn’t know what to expect. She loved the Fudd’s they were the best family she has ever been apart of. But the thought of actually spending every second of everyday with the girl she was quickly falling in love with, but having to hide it from everyone around her. Yeah that did not sound as exciting.

Paige was forced to put all of this aside as her phone buzzed, Katie letting her know Tim and her were outside. She had to bury her emotions deep inside her like always, as she walked towards the exit.

As soon as Katie saw Paige, she was pulled into a long, warm hug that Paige never wanted to let go of. It felt safe, comforting. Like she would never leave her.

“Ahh Paige we have missed you so much! How was your flight?” Katie asked, finally letting go so Paige could switch to hugging Tim instead.

“It was good, I was knocked out the whole time so I don’t really remember much.” Paige replied as they all slid into the car, putting her suitcase in the trunk.

“That’s good. I know when we get home Azzi and the boys will be so excited to see you!” Tim said while they began the short drive home.

“Yeah it’s gonna be so good staying here. Thankyou so much for letting me stay here.” Paige replied warmly, her nerves settling as she became more comfortable in the car.

“Of course! You are welcome anytime, we love having you here. And I know Azzi would love you to stay for ever!” Katie said, making the whole car laugh.

Although Paige and Azzi ended their call last night on rocky terms, Paige knew that wouldn’t last long once they saw each other in real life.

The car ride went quickly, the conversation continuing with life updates about basketball and everything else. The talking only stopping when they pulled into the driveway, all three stepping out of the car, eager to see the reactions of the people inside.

All three of them has agreed to unlock the door quietly and sneak Paige in to jump out and surprise Azzi. So that is what they did.

When the door unlocked they walked in slowly, noticing Azzi sitting on the living room couch. They were out of view from her, so they made their way in to the kitchen.

“Ok, we will call Azzi in and then you jump out when she gets here.” Tim said in a hushed tone, careful not to get the attention of the younger girl on the couch on the other side of the wall. Paige nodded her head, ducking behind the door into the kitchen Azzi would enter from.

“Azzi can you come in here really quick!” Katie called out.

“Yep, coming,” she said making her way in while she added, “I’m just tryna figure out why Paige isn’t texting me.” Saying this in a worried voice Paige knew all too well, making Paige silently chuckle behind the door.

Just as she entered through the door frame and Paige caught sight of her brown curls pulled into a high bun, she launched onto her, wrapping her arms around her in a tight hug.

Azzi gasped at the surprising contact. But when she turned around and saw who it was, she immediately gave the hug back, shocked at who was next to her.

“OH MY GOSH PAIGE!” She screamed, squeezing her tighter as if she may disappear in her arms. “You’re here! You’re actually here!” She added taking a step back to look her in the eye.

“Yes I’m really here. And I’m gonna be for the whole of quarantine.” Paige replied.

As soon as Azzi heard these words she wrapped her back in a hug, even tighter then the one before.

The next few hours when by quickly. Paige catching up with the Fudd’s and unpacking her stuff in Azzi’s room. Katie and offered for Paige to stay in the guest room, however, she knew the answer would be no, considering how Paige stayed with Azzi every time she visited.

The night had come around and Paige and Azzi were in their room. They had obviously been hovering around the topic of what happened the night before, and Azzi had had enough. Paige was acting weird around her whenever they got too close, and, of course, Azzi noticed it straight away.

She saw how Paige tensed up when Azzi hugged her at the start of the day. How her jaw tightened as soon as one of her family members asked how her dad was. How she avoided eye contact with Azzi like her eyes were poison. How she was sitting in their room right now, playing with the little string on the bottom of her hoodie (pretending to be busy), not speaking to Azzi.

"Ok bro, what is up with you. Seriously." Azzi said, the sentence coming out a little harsher than she wanted it to be.

Paige looked up for her hands, shocked to here Azzi speaking so suddenly, but still not quite making eye contact. She opened her mouth to reply but Azzi got there before she could.

"Don't just say your fine. I know you, I know when somethings wrong. You have to tell me, it's not good for you to keep it bottled up inside." Azzi added, her tone still firm.

Paige didn't know how to explain what she was feeling, how to tell her best friend in front of her what happened with her dad. But for the first time that day, she looked into the brown eyes staring back at her.

After a couple minutes Paige started.

"I just had a fight with my dad. He just..." She paused, unsure how to continue on with this sentence.

Azzi waited for her, knowing that Paige just needed to gather her thoughts, she would say something eventually. She just needed silence to think over, so that is was she gave to her. Until Paige began again.

"He just said some things that...that hurt. He doesn't understand me and that's the problem. He doesn't know how to accept things that he disagrees with. So he told me they were wrong, that I can't live with him if I decide to do something about them. And they are wrong, I know." Paige picked up her pace every word she said, struggling to think clearly as her eyes pricked with tears that were fighting to get out.

She looked down at her hands again, unable to hold eye contact anymore. Azzi knew this meant Paige was done and she wouldn't say anything else unless forced. So she reached over and placed a hand over Paige's.

"You need to tell me what happened P, I'm sure they are not what he is saying they are." Azzi said softly, much different compared to her forcing tone not long ago.

"No Azzi, they are. He is right, so please just stop. I am fine."

She knew all the words she was saying were lies. Her dad wasn't right. She was not fine. But she couldn't let Azzi know any of it. Even if she knew Azzi could see right through her. Which she did.

But she didn't push Paige. She knew she wouldn't let up, so she had to accept what she had been told.

"Ok P. But please just tell me if you need me, I am always right here. And I will be for a while cause your living with me," she said lightly before squeezing her hand and adding, "I'm gonna have a shower, it's getting a little late, I'll be quick," before heading into the bathroom, leaving Paige on her bed.

Paige didn't get much sleep that night. Her mind would not stop racing with thoughts on how she was going to fix the situation she was in (also the fact that she was lying right next to her the girl she now was in love with).

But she only knew one thing. That she was going to get rid of this little crush on Azzi. Even if it meant being weird around her for a couple weeks.

#paige bueckers #azzi fudd #pazzi fics #pazzi

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viperify · 9 months ago

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Kinktober 2024 | 𝗼𝗰𝘁 𝟮𝟬: ᴛᴏᴍ ʀɪᴅᴅʟᴇ X ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Still too vanilla for you?

Short summary: It was just a simple question to spice up your sex life. Tom though took it personal, which resulted in you now running from your boyfriend, deep into the Forbidden Forest. You knew, if he caught you – he would fuck you. And it wouldn’t be vanilla.

Warnings: 18+ only! knifeplay, fear play, degradation, hunter and prey, cnc, unprotected p in v, creampie, cumplay, dom!Tom

A/N: Well, I didn’t intend on posting today. In fact, I had a fic ready for Tuesday, but then I got this idea and well… I just finished this in like 3h lol. Feedback is as always appreciated <3

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You were hiding behind a tree, trying to escape your boyfriend who was currently chasing you through the forest. It all started when you asked him whether you two could try out some spicier stuff. The regular missionary sex you two had was great, no doubt about that, though you felt like something was missing in your intimate moments. “Tom,” you asked him, laying in bed beside him after you two just had sex, “could we try a spicing up our sex life?”

He turned to face you, raising an eyebrow. “Is this too boring for you? Is that what you are saying? You need more than what I am giving you?” You sighed. Of course his ego was hurt. You should have just kept your mouth shut.

“No Tom, I love it! But I thought-“

“I don’t want to hear it. Tomorrow, 8pm, Forbidden Forest. Better hide yourself well, because if I catch you, I will do bad things to you, love.”

“Tom please-“

“Do what I say.”

You only nodded in return, knowing better than to talk back to him.

The next day at 8, you entered the forest. It was October, and it had been raining all day, making the ground extra dirty, mud covering your shoes. Sun had set already, only a few more rays of sunshine hitting the wet grass. Crows were cawing loudly as you continued looking for a place to hide, an eerie feeling rising in your chest. You shrieked as you heard a branch crack and turned around. Yet, nobody was there. You must have imagined it.

As the night fell, you found a big tree, allowing you to hide behind its broad trunk. For the next hour or so, nothing happened and you were regretting your decision to come. He was playing with you as a punishment for your request, you were sure of it. He knew you were afraid of the dark, especially when you were all alone. Not to mention the Forbidden Forest itself, where bloodthirsty creatures of all sorts were looking for an easy prey.

You decided it would be best to just leave, but as you were about to get up, you heard something. Someone was humming in the distance, coming from the other side.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Your heart was beating in your throat, and you tried to be as silent as possible.

“Doll, I can hear your breathing. I know where you are.” His voice called out to you, steps advancing into your direction.

Shit shit shit.

Your vision was near zero, heavily impacted by the lack of sunlight, as you heard him come closer. You decided to run, but strong arms stopped you, pulling you flush against his body. You wanted to scream, however his big hands covered your mouth, muffling any sound you were trying to make. Kicking, biting, scratching, it all didn’t help. He didn’t let you go. “Isn’t this exactly what you wanted? Spice things up? And now you are all scared. Poor thing.” He taunted, gripping your hair in one of his fists, laying you down on the dirty forest floor, one knee on your back to keep you in place. “Going to show you what I am capable of, you greedy slut.”

You winced at the name he called you, sobbing apology after apology. It all was no use, your apologies falling on deaf ears.

Tom then reached into his pocket, and soon you felt a cold, sharp metal object press onto your throat. It must have been a knife from his collection, which was very dear to him. Your breaths came out shaky, hot tears rolling down your damp cheeks.

“Don’t you fucking make a sound, slut. Understood?” He hissed, applying more pressure on your poor skin.

“Y-yes!” You shrieked, obeying immediately.

At that, he ripped your shirt apart, not caring it was one of your favourites. You tried really hard to stay silent, yet small sobs escaped your lips. With the help of his knife he made quick work of your bra, cutting it in the back. He lifted you by your hair, holding your back flush against his chest. The lace material dropped to the ground, your nipples perking from the cold autumn air hitting your skin. He softly grazed his knife over your breasts as you tried your best to not make a sound. “My gorgeous tits. So pretty.” He whispered in your ear. “All mine, aren’t they?” You nodded frantically, and he huffed.

Smack.

Your head turned to the other side at the impact, and you hissed at the sting on your cheek. “Answer me properly when I ask something!” Tom demanded, knife back on your throat as a warning.

“Yes! All yours! I am sorry!” You cried out, making him scoff. “Pathetic.”

The brunette pushed your body back down into the muddy floor, sitting down on your lower back. He cut through your skirt, practically tearing the fabric from your body. All you could do was silently sob and take whatever your boyfriend was giving you. You had to admit, it may have scared you at first, but now you couldn’t help yourself but feel yourself grow wet at how he was treating you. Like a hunter that had found its prey, devouring and breaking you with all the power he had.

There you were, under him, while he inspected the thong you had put on. It was quite provocative. Red lace, barely covering anything. A hard smack turned you back to reality.

“Such a slut… wearing panties that cover nothing more than your pussy.” His firm grip also tore those apart, the sound of the ripping material making you whine. He then let his fingers slip between your folds, inspecting your cunt. “So damn wet and I haven’t even touched you properly. Absolutely pathetic, getting off on someone chasing you through the forest. Filthy girl.” He slipped two fingers inside of your welcoming heat, not giving you any time to adjust to the stretch. They curled inside of you, stroking your g-spot. Moans left your mouth as he ruthlessly thrusted his thick fingers inside of your glistening core, feeling a familiar knot form in your lower stomach. “Feel you clenching me, slut. Don’t you dare cum. Bad girls have to earn orgasms.”

You couldn’t. Not with how expertly his fingers worked the spongey spot deep inside of you, not with the dirty things he was telling you. “Please let me come, Tom! Please!” You screamed, frantically kicking your legs onto the ground.

“No.” He said, never halting any of his movements.

You couldn’t hold it any longer. His body was pressing down onto yours, not allowing you to move even the slightest bit. With a pained cry, you came around his digits. “What did I tell you? To go on and cum?” He hissed, removing his fingers from your dripping pussy as soon as your orgasm hit, ruining it.

“I am sorry!” You sobbed, scared of what he was going to do with you now.

“Greedy cunt can’t even wait a few minutes, huh? Head down, ass up.” Tom lifted himself from you, arm around your throat to make you arch your back as he positioned himself behind you, unbuckling his belt.

You cried, gasping for air as he was restricting your breathing.

“Stop fucking crying. This is what you wanted isn’t it? Treat you like the worthless slut you are?” He growled, smacking your ass repeatedly.

“Yes!” You sniffled, Tom’s words making your mind go fuzzy.

Without any warning he thrusted into you, slamming his thick length in and out, burying himself in your glistening core. He stretched you out completely, and you felt as though he was splitting you apart on his cock, a burning sensation erupting every time his tip hit your sensitive cervix. As you couldn’t help but both moan and sob uncontrollably, he fetched his knife and held it flush against your throat once more, shutting you up.

“You were fucking made for this cock, slut. This is your purpose. Pleasing me. You better take it.” His cock matched the tone of his voice, mercilessly abusing your tight cunt.

It was rough. Yet, you enjoyed every second of it. Your walls clenched around him again, milking him as you chased your second high.

“Gripping me so tight. Fuck.” He groaned, reaching under you to draw circles on your clit.

“Tom please-“ you moaned, your high about to wash over you.

“Cum, cum with me!” Tom growled, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, thighs trembling as you tumbled over the edge. Your boyfriend was quick to follow, your tightness milking him dry. “Take my cum. I am going to make your greedy cunt swallow every last drop of it.”

He stayed like this for a few seconds, catching his breath. As soon as his length had softened, he pulled it out of your sore walls, eliciting small whimpers from you.

He was still kneeling behind you, now spreading your slick folds with his fingers. “Push it all out for me, darling. All out.” Thick ropes of his hot cum soon dripped down your cunt, as he collected it with his tip, pushing it back inside of your abused center. You hissed, oversensitive from how roughly he treated you.

Your breath was still shaky, small sobs escaping your soft lips. “You okay, baby?” His demeanour had completed a 180-degree turn, now gently soothing your sore body.

“Y-yes Tom. I really liked that.” You croaked, the brunette cleaning you up and replacing your clothes with just a quick swirl of his wand. He then took you in his arms, kissing your forehead. “Did so well for me, doll. I am proud of you.”

He swooped you into his arms, returning to your shared home. He ran you a bath, which resulted in you two having a round two. He wanted you on top this time, slowly sinking up and down on his length, the warm water soothing the sting of his thick cock stretching you out yet again.

“I love you, Tommy.” You murmured, cuddling up into his side on your shared bed.

“I love you too, doll.”

You drifted off to sleep, certain that you would repeat today’s adventure soon.

#tom riddle #tom riddle smut #tom riddle x reader #slytherin boys #slytherin #kinktober #ᯓᢉ𐭩 ᴍᴀʀ’ꜱ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ✎ᝰ.ᐟ

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aloysiavirgata · 3 months ago

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Title: Nine Crimes

Author: Aloysia Virgata

Rating: Explicit

Category: MSR

Timeline: Pilot

Summary: For the anon prompt “Pilot Sex”

Notes: Thanks to @slippinmickeys for the feedback

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It's the wrong time

She's pulling me through

It's a small crime

And I got no excuse

Damien Rice, 9 Crimes

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A shabby motel, shabbier than the one that went up in flames. It’s made of concrete and third mortgage paperwork and the abandoned dreams of a better life.

Mulder paid the hundred bucks in quiet cash, the same way he’d bought them new clothes and toiletries at WalMart. Let Dr. Scully think he’d get reimbursed. Let Dr. Scully take her little notes.

***

His new partner looks frayed around the edges, even with her square shoulders and her Stanford pedigree. She’s filled with potential, but incomplete and unsure of her place in the world, even rewriting Einstein. Even with her serious brown-washed hair and her serious oversized suits and her serious Thom McAn heels, she’s green as it gets. He knows about the freckles under her drugstore foundation, that she’s a second daughter. A third child.

He knows about Jack Willis. He knows about Daniel Waterston.

He knows she has a body like Collier’s Godiva.

“An orangutan,” she’d said, prim. Laughed openly at his ideas even though he’s still something of a legend at the Academy.

Mulder has a type and Dana Scully’s nowhere near it, but damn if he doesn’t like her mettle.

***

It’s two by the village clock, storming again, branches scraping against the windows. He’s awake and restless and what was going on in the woods, what was-

A knock at the door. He says “Scully” as he opens it without even checking. Pajama pants and nothing else but he opens it without checking.

She’s in his room all at once, lush as a Frederic Leighton painting even in tacky WalMart sleepwear.

The cheap hollow-paneled door slams behind her and she says “Mulder, I-“

Scully blinks.

“I’m sorry. I knew you were awake, I knew somehow, but do you want to get dressed or-”

“Turnabout is fair play.”

She blushes hot at that, but doesn’t leave.

Mulder slouches against the wall, arms crossed. “So. What’s up, buttercup?”

Scully looks around for a chair, but there’s only the sagging full sized bed. Is there a chair in her room? Should they move there? He decides not to ask. He likes her on his turf.

“Can I sit?”

He gestures at the bed. “Mi dump es tu dump. However, I must remind you, this goes against the Bureau's policy of male and female agents consorting in the same motel room while on assignment.”

Scully looks mortified, then realizes he’s joking. She perches on the edge of the bed, hands splayed across her narrow thighs. She isn’t wearing a bra.

“Is it always like this?” Scully asks, looking up at him. “Is this my life now? Stolen corpses and hotel fires?”

Mulder sighs. He crosses the small room to sit next to her. He can feel the heat of her red-gold body against his bare skin. Outside, the rattle of hail.

“That’s the fun part. I mean, it’s not always like any one thing. It’s stolen corpses and hotel fires until it’s missing children and government facilities and…” he trails off, weary.

“Little green men?” Scully asks, with perfect innocence.

Mulder looks at her fully for a moment, then laughs. He’s not unaware of his own mythos, and full marks to little Dr. Scully for clearly not being intimidated by it.

“Yeah,” he says. “That would be an example. Hey, they still saying I caught Monty Props with a ouija board?”

She tilts her head. “I’ve heard ouija board, I’ve heard Bigfoot.”

Mulder can’t help himself. “What else? Since you’re a spy.”

A smirk. “Agent Mulder, are you asking me to gossip?”

“Shamelessly.”

She smiles wide then, eyes crinkled at the corners and brightly blue as St. Elmo’s Fire, the perfect eyes for a sailor’s daughter.

“Well. Reckless of course. Brilliant. Problems with authority. Crazy, despite your assertions otherwise.”

“Boring. What’s the good stuff?”

A little shy now, her eyes dropping. “Obsessive. Paranoid. Self destructive.”

“All fair.”

“Womanizer.” Something in her eyes when she says it, a little heavy.

Mulder’s surprised she owned up to that one. Wants to know which particular women she’s heard about but decides to leave it alone for now. “Intriguing. And am I living up to expectations, broadly speaking?”

“Well, you’re obviously crazy.”

He chuckles. “Obviously. Paranoid?”

“Jury’s still out, but the fire is in your favor.”

“Womanizer?” he asks, a little purr in it, because she’s in a playful mood and because he’d like to hear her squirm out of it.

She just scoffs. “After I showed up in my underwear and then lounged chastely, unseduced? Alas, Mulder. I’m going to have a lot to debunk.”

“I’d hate to-”

Lightning so bright it feels audible, simultaneous thunder that shakes the building. The room goes black.

Scully yelps and he feels static between them; the strike must have been just feet away from the building.

He reaches for her and she’s covered in gooseflesh. “You okay?”

“Yeah, Jesus, I just…that was close.” Bit breathless.

Lightning again and a roar of thunder. Hail.

The dark is so complete it has a weight to it. “You want me to help you back to your room? You're two doors down, right?”

Silence.

“Scully, are you-“

“Can I stay?” she asks, just above a whisper. “Because of the storm, I just…”

Lightning. Thunder.

His hand cupped protectively - unconsciously- at the back of her neck and he says, “Of course.”

A tree just outside is struck, and for a fraction of a heartbeat he sees her white face, her big eyes, and-

Knew about Jack, Daniel, and still never expected her to make the first move. But she swivels under his palm, turns up to kiss him in the dark and he doesn’t protest.

Her mouth is hot and firm, tongue shifting wet sand at high tide. Scully’s thighs straddled over his suddenly, Scully’s tight ass in his hands under that pink polyester. God she’s little, she’s-

They cannot see in the felty dark, but he feels her pull that awful top off and her breasts are against his bare chest as she grinds herself against him.

Hail, wind, rain. Mulder bites at her tongue and she sighs.

He’s rock hard, fumbling at her nipples, her throat, her drawstring. Heat between her thighs, even with them both half-dressed. He breathes in the hot saltwater scent of her cunt.

Mulder wants to fuck her with his mouth, wants to suck her like boardwalk taffy in July until she’s melted and pliant but this isn’t that kind of night.

Lighting, thunder. Storm moving away.

Dr. Scully’s sharp claws at his back, Dr, Scully’s knees bruising his ribs.

The dark, the dark….

He raises his hips from the awful bed, scrapes his pants down his ass, his thighs. Cock painful as a fresh bruise.

She reaches down and it’s okay because they cannot see one another, okay because the hail and the winds swallow the noises they’re making.

His new partner, this is so fucked up even for him, but there isn’t any light so he groans again when she rubs herself against his cock.

“Mulder,” she hisses, nimble fingers wrapped around his shaft. “God.”

The storm a mile off now and his partner rises up so he can pull her bottoms off. Rises, her hard thighs and her impossible waist and her raspberry nipple in his mouth.

She wriggles free from her own pajamas, legs smooth and muscular and tight against him. The heady scent of her makes him twitch. Jack, Daniel.

Ethan.

He knows, too, about Ethan.

Drenched, in the bottomless night of the storm. Hot wet anonymous curls because there is no light and Agent Dr. Scully is gone and it’s just this lithe body against his and he bites her nipples hard again; left then right and she moans. Arches.

Lightning farther now and what the hell, he pushes two fingers between her thighs and into the sweet, melting nexus of her body. Dripping, slick, frictionless, his partner, this is so fucked up, this is -

She cries out, Agent Scully, with her good hard belly against his and her nipple in his mouth and her intoxicating scent soaking into his fingers.

The storm now five miles off.

“Please,” she begs. Her voice is cinnamon and silk.

He pushes his wet fingers into her mouth to silence her and thank god it’s dark still. She sucks at him without evident shame. His balls tighten.

“Possibly a womanizer,” Mulder mumbles into her fragrant neck. Working his other hand into the melting hot depths of her. “But clean. However, I don’t have a condom.”

“Pill,” she mumbles, clit rolling against his knuckle. “Please.”

Thank her forgiving god.

Graceless, groaning, Mulder pushes his cock into her waiting body. He cannot see her face but he can imagine it; those cheekbones and her blown-rose mouth. She is tight and searing and soaked and -

Scully makes a low noise, starts riding him like a dressage pony. Fucks him. Begs to no one particular and fucks him with her kidskin body.

The storm at six miles.

Scully, crying out. She arcs her back and he can only imagine her breasts now, swollen and rosy and sweet and so sensitive and -

“Mulder, Christ. Please…”

Mulder lets go. His sister and Ray and Peggy and Billy forgotten and he thrusts into her, into the black hole at the center of the Milky Way and the unknown and the nothingness. He comes into her with a fierce desperation and Scully sucks his earlobes and his mouth and his throat and she drenches him in her hot slip.

Low, flickering light. A distant rumble.

Nine miles.

They fuck again, urgent and silent, at the gray light of four AM. He comes into her like Uranus, making the world.

She goes to her room after that, never looking back.

They do not speak of it for years.

#xf fanfic #xfiles fanfic #msr #my fic #prompt #inbox #pilot

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 10 months ago

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childhood friend turned celebrity headcanons

DON'T ASK WHY OR HOW COME, JUST CONSUME THESE QUIETLY AND MOVE ON 🤡

Curiouser and Curiouser...

You never thought you'd see the day where your bestie makes it big in the world of entertainment. Ace had always been bright-eyed whenever he talked about those ambitions—to dance among the stars, to shine like them, to be gazed at by tons of adoring fans. He’s been training really hard to make it here, and you’ve been cheering him at every milestone.

He'd show you his latest routine (he's been practicing hard to be noticed at the upcoming auditions!), finishing with a flourish--breathless--as he looks at your expectantly for your feedback. "Well?" Ace would demand with a smirk. "Did that make your heart skip a beat?" It's been so long since then, and he still makes every movement look so effortless, like he’s not even trying.

He's currently known in the entertainment industry as a jack of all trades, a man of many talents. Besides the singing and dancing, Ace does some VA work on the side (you're not surprised; he's always been good at doing vocal impressions). On variety shows, he even pulls out a deck of cards to do magic tricks—tricks he has practiced with you time and time again. The nostalgic memories well up inside of you every time you're flicking through the channels and catch Ace doing a trick or pulling a voice he has tested on you no less than twenty times.

You heard his latest song playing in a store the other day. His voice had floated over to you as you perused the items on display, some cheeky pop song (Fitting for him, you think), the lyrics telling of distant love. Listening to it makes your heart ache with longing. If you close your eyes, it feels as though Ace is right there beside you, serenading, as he did all those years ago.

He still has your number, still texts you whenever he has a few minutes of break on set or backstage. Ace is hot shit and he knows it. He tends to brag about his latest projects ("I'm in high demand, you know!") or asks you've seen that one film or music video he starred in. If you have, he'll fish for compliments ("Sooo, what'd you think? Was I cool or what?"). If you haven't, he'll goad you to give it a shot. ("Who knows~ You might come out of it appreciating a whole new side of me!”)

He enjoys using his connections in the fashion world to dress well daily; Ace will send you selfies of new stuff he’s wearing for a music video shoot or whatever he got gifted from a fashion brand he worked with. He demands to know your opinion—he wants to hear you tell him how cool and handsome he is!

Ace will frequently tell you about his fans and how dedicated they are to him. It's not that he cares about them any more deeply than their relationship as an idol and a fan, he just does it to observe your reactions and to see if you get jealous when he mentions them.

Sometimes he'll play coy when you initiate the texts; he'll leave you on read and then respond veeery late into the day with a joking "Didja miss me? Desperate for my attention? Don’t worry, I know you’ll always be my biggest fan.”

He shamelessly saves you VIP tickets to his live shows (though he’ll claim he just “happens to have it” on hand). While he’s performing, Ace makes extra effort to throw fanservice your way—and while the fans around you squeal and insist he’s looking at them, you know deep in your heart that his heated gaze is reserved for you and you alone.

After those shows, he’ll of course insist that you come see him backstage. You’ll sit on the couch and wait for him to change into his plainclothes—complete with a baseball cap, sunglasses, and mask to hide his identity—then he’ll walk you home, an arm wrapped around your shoulder. “We could take my private car,” he mutters, “but I think I like having you all to myself, without the chauffeur butting in.”

You worry that someone might spot you, that there will be a massive scandal—but Ace takes it all in stride. “Yeah? Well, if it happens, it happens. Wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world to have you as my partner in crime~”

This wasn’t the career path Deuce thought he’d end up in, but life works in strange and mysterious ways. You were out chilling with him one day when a recruiter came up to Deuce and offered his card. He wasn’t going to entertain it until you encouraged him, and well… from there, it snowballed into unexpected stardom.

A lot of his work comes in modeling, just because it’s simpler for him to not overthink about answers to give or how to act on set. Often you’ll be browsing a fashion magazine and stumble across a full page or even a spread of Deuce in a bomber jacket posed against a vehicle—a magical wheel, a car. Sometimes he’s staring wistfully at the scenario, his profile cutting a sharp figure, and other times his gaze is right on you, intense as the sun on the ocean blue. When did he become so manly? you wonder. It must be the professional lighting and styling.

Deuce has had to work twice as hard as his peers to get to where he is. He isn’t super coordinated, and he’s pretty slow at learning new things—but it’s his passion and his willingness to get back up again and again that’s admirable. You stay up late with him, clapping to the beat of the music and calling out numbers to help out, but really Deuce thinks it’s your company that’s motivating him to keep going.

His public image is that of a cool and tough beauty with a vulnerable side. In interviews, he tends to bring up being raised by a single mom and how tight he is with her, as well as his love of eggs and baby chicks—all things you already knew about him well before his era of popularity, That always gets the audience tearing up or cooing about how cute he is. When he trips over his words or stumbles, that only adds to his appeal. That clumsiness contrasts well with his coolness, and you’re just glad that the rest of the world can appreciate that about him.

His mom, Dylla, still chats with you! You remember her hosting you as a kid, offering cute little hard boiled eggs cut up into little white rabbits and gushing about how cute her son looks in the fuzzy bunny onesie she got for him with her savings. These days, Dylla doesn’t want for much but still keeps in touch. You’ve noticed that she’s been asking a lot about her son and what you think about him. You reassure her that you’re close, which makes her laugh in a boisterous way.

In one of the talk shows he’s on, Deuce is asked what his “type” is. He takes a long time to mull it over, taking the question very seriously, then settles on… “Truth be told, there’s someone I’ve had a crush on for the longest time. They’ve been with me since the start of my career, and I don’t think I’d even be where I am now without them. They’re always so kind and supportive, but… I worry about things changing between us. Every time I think about telling them how I feel, I chicken out.” The crowd awwwws and the host asks the viewers to hype Deuce up, turning the atmosphere in the studio electric.

He’s not totally sure how to deal with fans quite yet. He has confided in you that he doesn’t think he will ever truly get the hang of it. At meet-and-greets, Deuce will shake their hands, smile, bow at a 90 degree angle to thank everyone for their support. But then his face lights up when you make it to the front of the line, and his posture completely relaxes. “You came to see me,” he whispers in disbelief. “I wanted to surprise you,” you say, taking his hand. And suddenly, he feels warm and safe, right at home with you.

He gets so embarrassed when he sees that you own his merch and even save magazines with his image on them. “I gotta archive your journey to higher and higher heights,” you joke. “Hey, remember how I’d always tell you to remember me when you’re rich and famous? You stuck to your word.” But Deuce says he’s nothing special, that he only got lucky because you’re by his side. Of course he wouldn’t forget you. “To me, you are…” but his words hang there, not knowing how to finish.

Deuce is still careless at times when he hangs out with you. He will usually forget to wear a disguise, so you have to tut and help him sort out something on the fly. You lend him your jacket (wrong size), your hat (oof, it’s going to smell like your shampoo), even comb your fingers through his hair to try and get it to look different. Deuce accepts the items and swears he’ll wash them and return them to you when next you meet.

Despite it all, Deuce stays humble. The same old Deuce you’ve known since you were kids, the guy promises to beat up the schoolyard bully that made you cry and carries your stuff when your arms are full. He promptly replies to your texts and calls—and once, he left on his magical wheel in the middle of a gig when you said you needed him. (His manager wasn’t too happy about that, but Deuce gladly took the scolding.)

You tease him about how he presents in public versus in private. He comes off as so stoic in those glossy high fashion mags, but he’s always so earnest and open with you. He flushes and turns away, muttering, “I-I guess I feel comfortable around you. I don’t feel like I have to pretend to be someone I’m not.”

#twst x reader #twst #twisted wonderland #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland headcanons #Ace Trappola x Reader #Deuce Spade x Reader #Reader #self insert #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #curiouser and curiouser #Ace Trappola #Deuce Spade #Dylla Spade

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live-laugh-lenney · 1 month ago

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LOCKED IN | ARTHUR FREDERICK

chapter seven is yours! i've got lots going on, at the moment, hence the very small hiatus i took for a couple of weeks. work has been a bitch and there's some stuff going on in my personal life that has kept me from being here. but we're back with the series! lots going on in my drafts, at the moment, too. and i'm hoping to get them all finished and out after this series has been completed... including a new chaptered arthurtv fic. feedback is always welcomed and my inbox is always open so please, please, please don’t hesitate to let me know your thoughts on the story. enjoy! x

- C H A P T E R S E V E N -

Breakfast.

It was always a chaotic start to any day when it came to making the first meal of the day. Those that were up and dressed, and ready with far too much energy coursing their body at the start of the day, would congregate in the kitchen to make breakfast for the rest of the house to feast upon. And this morning, Darkest and YN were the first ones ready. And, with the help of Jemel shouting orders from the other room and Spuddz speaking in sign language because he’d set himself a challenge on not speaking for the day, they got to work on making omelettes for the house.

Omelettes with cheese, omelettes with ham, omelettes with both cheese and ham… because the ingredient list was lacking and they could only do so much with what they had in the fridge and in the cupboards.

Where Darkest was on egg duty, and had done expertly well in cracking the shells and emptying the contents into the measuring jug in front of him, YN was on chopping and prepping duty. Grating cheese and slicing the ham, ready to tip into the pan when the eggs were partially done on one side, prepping each one individually for people to come and grab as they walked by.

Everyone’s mugs were out on the kitchen island and waiting for them to be filled with either orange juice, a cup of tea or a cup of coffee. A box of teabags placed alongside a jar of coffee, the orange juice kept in the fridge to keep it chilled, spoons set alongside their mugs in case they needed them.

All YN could think about was consuming another good, warm and ‘perfected to the taste’ cup of tea that morning - which was something she definitely couldn’t live without. Her day would always start with a cup of tea, whether it be with her breakfast or to take back to bed on a Sunday morning where she would recuperate and take things slow, and her day would always end with a cup of tea (decaf, of course, she wouldn’t consider herself a lunatic who drank caffeine before bed), whether it be one she took to bed when reading a good book or whilst she took a seat and caught up on the television she had missed over the course of the last few evenings when she’d been hunched over her laptop in her office and editing and scheduling videos to post on her Youtube the following day.

When she’d woken up that morning, after feeling a soft nudge to her shoulder, the first thing she was greeted with was two steaming cups of tea in Arthur’s hands. One for himself and one for her, which she found adorably sweet and she couldn’t believe it when she realised he had remembered what she told him on the first day they entered. “You’ll always find me with a cup of tea in the morning.” She vividly remembered saying it to him, with every single morning to follow being started with a cup of warm liquid that she savoured till the last drop. A kiss to her cheek that came with it after he had sat down on her bed and passed it over to her, surprisingly good for his first time making her one

Her day never felt complete without one.

“I have a weird feeling about today, you know?”

YN looked up from the chopping board and glanced at Darkest, “how so?”

“I don’t know. There hasn’t been a major twist yet. No shock factor to the show,” he explained, using a spatula to flip over the seventh omelette he had sizzling in the pan on the hob, “something’s coming. We’re at day seven of this season now. There has to be something that’ll change the dynamic of what’s going on here.”

And YN, too, had a weird feeling.

Everything seemed to be going almost too well in the house; the morale was high, there seemed to be no tension in the house, everyone was laughing with everyone, there were no arguments and everyone was feeling a lot more comfortable now that a week had passed. They were sharing stories about the most personal moments in their lives, throwing banter between themselves, feeling as if they were the only people still alive on earth. And it was evidently clear that things were deepening between her and Arthur and they were slowly making progress with one another… so, it was almost like she knew that something was going to come along and ruin the peace they had going.

It was never going to be easy-breezy, straight through to the final day, without a single bump in the road.

She didn’t want to agree verbally with Darkest, and she chose to keep her feelings private, but she was very much sitting in the same boat as him.

“Let’s not manifest it,” YN laughed softly, “if you don’t speak it into existence, it’ll never happen.”

Once omelette number eleven had been made to perfection, which was going to be YN’s omelette because she was kind enough to let everyone go ahead of her, and once all the utensils were soaking in hot water in the kitchen soak, she took a seat next to Arthur and reached for the tomato sauce sitting beside the salt and pepper grinders in the middle of the table.

“What do you think?” She asked him, looking at his half finished omelette and watching as he took food off of the fork in his hand, a grin on her face when he chewed and swallowed, “good? What one did you get?”

“Really good,” he smiled, placing his knife and fork down on the tabletop, “I think I got cheese and ham. There’s definitely some ham in there and I can taste some cheese sprinkled in there. Well done, you.”

“Not me you need to thank. You can’t fault Darkest and his culinary skills today. I just prepped the fillings, he did the rest,” YN grinned widely and looked over at Darkest, a tea-towel draped around his neck and hanging over his shoulders, “think he did amazingly, considering he’s never cooked a meal before in his life. So he says.”

“I haven’t,” he clarified, his ears pricking up once he realised he was being spoken about, and nodded, “I think we make good chefs, YN. Gordon Ramsey will be quaking in his boots.”

“We’ll be seeing you on Celebrity Masterchef soon,” YN teased and his eyes widened, pointing at her in amazement, “I can see that. Gone from barely cooking himself a meal to winning Masterchef. I’ll be your number one supporter.”

Laughter filled the room and she felt Arthur’s hand resting upon her thigh underneath the table, the warm pads of his fingertips squeezing at the flesh of her leg, a tingle sitting in her belly. And it amazed her at how his arm fell so casually to her thigh, like it was something that happened so frequently and happened to be a common movement he made around her, no thought behind it yet it was something she thought about all the time.

And in that moment, she was gone. Butterflies erupting in her belly and it wasn’t because of the omelette she was enjoying. Her legs wobbling like jelly underneath his touch because it was delicate and soft and the feeling, alone, had her wanting to feel it just a little bit more. Heart-eyes bulging, metaphorically, from their sockets as she settled her mind on just what was happening.

Smitten, was the word she would describe herself as.

Absolutely smitten for him.

There was no way that what was happening between them, from the cheeky glances she could feel when she was going about her day in the house to how she would make eye contact with him when she found herself looking for him to how he was the first face she saw when she woke up in the mornings and how he was always looking at her when she woke from her night’s slumber with a sleepy smile on his lips.

And, really?

She was looking forward to pursuing her feelings just a little further and testing the waters on just what the future held for the both of them.

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“Housemates, please report to the Challenge Area.”

For the sixth time that week, and like clockwork, the whole group of them rushed and bundled their way into the four grey, empty walls of the so-called Challenge Area. No one had any idea about what was about to happen once the door closed, without an inkling of a hint all but a screen to explain what they were about to be challenged with, and they situated themselves down in their given teams as they awaited the rules of the next game.

“In teams, housemates will go head to head in answering the same questions,” Anastasia read from the screen, “if the teams give the correct answer, they will all be given one point,” she concluded.

This one felt easy, YN thought to herself, and she knew she just had to follow her gut instinct when answering because it was a 50-50 win, either way.

There was no way she was letting the other team come out on top of this challenge - she needed those points to gain a little more leverage on the leaderboard and lift herself from the bottom and back to the middle of the table. And part of her wanted to beat Arthur, the competitive streak in her finding an outlet because as happy as she was when he won, she wanted to experience the feeling of being a winner.

“Mr Beast has seventy-three point eight million subscribers. Are Ed Sheeran’s monthly listeners on Spotify higher or lower?”

YN read the question from the screen before everyone, almost immediately turning to her team - Jamie, Jemel, Anastasia, Johnny and Darkest - with an answer she was pretty confident on.

“I’m pretty sure it’s higher,” she whispered to her team, “fairly certain I saw something similar to this on Twitter before I came in here.”

“Are you sure?” Jamie asked, crouching down, with the rest of the boys, to a level where they could all whisper and still hear one another, “seventy-three point eight is a massive number.”

“It’s not a huge gap between the two numbers but he’s got about another half a million more listeners than Mr Beast has subscribers. At least, that is what I read,” YN confirmed, nodding alongside her answer, “I’m confident enough.”

“We’re trusting you,” Jemel teased, standing back up straight and resting his hands on YN’s shoulders, squeezing them gently before raising an arm up to signify their answer, “we’re saying higher, locked in.”

The waiting killed her.

Her knee was bouncing up and down with nerves, her stomach felt like it had dropped to the floor and she could feel the shaking of her hands as she prayed she was correct and didn’t make herself look like a fool in front of her team. She was confident enough, she hoped.

When the room flashed green and she read the word ‘higher’, she cheered and pushed her arms into the air. Congratulations and well done’s were said above her, a squeeze of her shoulder from the guys behind her, and she exchanged a little cuddle into Anastasia’s side as they revelled in their win and their prize of one point.

“Anastasia has one point three million subscribers,” Steph read, cheering and pointing at the girl on the opposite bench to her, “is the population of Birmingham higher or lower?”

Both teams hushed up and they conferred with each other.

“Lower, locked in,” Arthur spoke into the room, bringing YN’s team out of their discussion, his fingers pointing down.

“Higher, locked in,” Jemel spoke for the blue team, pointing towards the ceiling above them.

This one had their brains racking. Neither of them on YN’s team knew what the answer was going to be, throwing around different thoughts but barely settling on a definitive answer, this one being a throw away answer and one that they didn’t care if they got wrong because they weren’t sure to begin with.

But when they saw ‘lower’ on the screen, their heads rolled back in annoyance.

“I wish I had more subscribers than the city of Birmingham,” Anastasia murmured jokingly, feigning sadness before she cracked a smile, “but one million is still crazy to me. I can’t lie about that.”

Hearing his name being called when he was at his most comfiest - almost asleep as he laid flat out on his bed with his pillow squashed up between his cheek and the mattress beneath him, arms folded beneath it, with YN sat beside him as she held a gentle conversation with Jemel about his life outside the house - felt like a kick in the teeth. His eyes were sore, stinging from the lack of sleep and the desire to close his eyes for just a moment to give him a break from the bright lights around him, and it took a lot of willpower to tear himself from the warmth of her side and down the hallway to the tiny room set up for the one-to-one interviews in front of the camera.

“This better be worth it,” Arthur grumbled as he slipped through the door, digging his fingers into his eyes to rid the sleep that was clinging to his eyelids, “I’m so tired, my god.”

He situated himself down in the chair, adjusting the hoodie over his head and pulling the sleeves over his hands, crossing a leg over his other.

“Good afternoon, ArthurTV.”

“I don’t even know what time is anymore,” he informed the camera, “time is non-existent here. I was about to go to sleep and you’re telling me it’s only the afternoon?”

“Only the afternoon,” Sugarlips clarified, “how are you enjoying your time here?”

“It’s been a lot of fun, yeah. We’re all a lot more comfortable with each other, too, so we’re delving into conversations that are a lot deeper than we’d have thought we’d go when we first met,” Arthur said, nodding alongside his words, “although, there are moments where we’re clashing and almost butting heads. We’re tired, we're bored, we’re getting on each others’ nerves because we’re around each other twenty-four seven so it’s bound to happen. We work things out though.”

“Who are you closest to in the house?”

Arthur cackled hoarsely and leant back in his chair.

“I’m probably closest to Jokeman, you know? I-”

There was a robotic cough that came from the camera before him, a choked out ‘bullshit’ that followed, and his eyes widened. Taken aback, pink forming on his cheeks, and he laughed nervously whilst bringing his hand to the nape of his neck, rubbing his skin up and down in a way to keep his emotions at bay.

Of course, he wanted to scream about how he was feeling from the rooftop. Because he was bursting at the seams to relieve his inner-most thoughts about the situation he was in, wanting to express what the hell was going on in his mind because he’d never experienced such a scenario before and he never expected something like this to happen when he signed up for the show… he just wanted a little boost into his career as a Youtuber, he wasn’t hoping to find someone of the opposite sex whom he gelled so well with and had hopes for better things to happen when they walked out the front door when their time on the show came to an end.

But he was more respectful because he knew YN was reserved in what was happening. She was worried about what people were going to say, scared to hear what the outside world thought of them, and he didn’t want to feed into that. He understood her feelings, understood she wanted to take it slow because, deep down, so did he.

“Okay, you got me there,” he covered his face with his palms and rubbed his eyes with his fingertips, “Jokeman is up there though. But, it’s YN, isn’t it? You want me to say YN.”

“We’re not forcing your hand into saying anything, Arthur Television,” Sugarlips clarified but Arthur cocked an eyebrow up in the direction of the camera, a smirk toying at the corner of his lips, “but you can’t lie when there are cameras in almost every room.”

“I’m not denying anything,” he chewed on the inside of his cheek nervously and held his hands up in defence, “if you know the answer then why did you ask the question?”

“You got us there,” the robotic voice retorted back to him in a mimicking tone and he wondered, in the depths of his brain, why on earth he was biting back at someone who was clearly fishing for content for the show on the other end of the microphone, “we’re expecting a thank-you for this.”

“Oh, you’ll be invited to the wedding,” Arthur smiled widely, his cheeks pinking up at the curve of his cheekbones, “but, yes. YN is the one I’m closest to in this house. I’m always looking for her when I’m bored. I feel better around her, a lot more comfortable when she’s in the room. And I think we bring out the best in each other.”

“Everyone on the outside is really loving the chemistry between the two of you, a lot of people rooting for a good outcome,” Sugarlips explained, “how does that make you feel?”

“It makes me feel good. Really good,” Arthur nodded, “I never came looking for such a connection with someone else in here. I told myself that the friends I made along the way were just a bonus to the situation I’ve been thrown into, but YN’s really become something special. I think we’d have met in the future, with the jobs we have, but the opportunity now has been eye-opening for me. I’m going to tell her what the outsiders are saying. She needs her mind to be put at ease.”

“If everyone could just,” she stretched her arms out to prevent anyone from walking passed her and carried on walking, ushering people back into the kitchen area and out of sight from the lounge area, “if you could all stay in here and not come out until we say so, that would lovely, thank you.”

“Why?”

“We’re planning something,” Darkest grinned, rubbing his hands together in a mocking and evil way and stepped backwards out of the room with his eyes wildly diverting between everyone to warn them not to even think about following him, “don’t come in, don’t even think about looking. Just stay in here. We won’t be long.”

The door closed for a moment and the nine of them were left wondering, discussing, throwing around what one earth the two of them could be doing that required a room to themselves and all of them not to take a peek at what they were doing. Someone suggested a dance that they were making up to entertain the rest of them. Someone suggested a made-up story that they were planning on telling everyone. Someone assumed it was for a challenge they’d been given and suggested that they had to do something stupid before the whole group to grab themselves three points. Someone even joked around and said they just wanted some time to themselves without being interrupted but they knew that was nonsense… god bless her boyfriend on the outside.

So when Steph opened the door and revealed the secret that her and Darkest had planned, YN didn’t know what to say.

Before the ten of them, the lounge room had been given a makeover.

Two of the three sofas had been pushed together, to form a square-shaped and makeshift bed, with a white sheet tucked across the seat cushions. A few Haribo love hearts had been placed in sporadic positions, almost like they’d been thrown from across the room, and there were glasses of an almost-pink fizz that was bubbling away in champagne flutes.

Anisa stood behind YN and gave her elbows a squeeze, a cheeky grin on her face as she urged her to keep stepping forward into the room, Anastasia glancing over every so often to grab looks at just how in awe the girl was of the space before her. Arthur cautiously followed close behind and stepped into the room, practically beside YN, and he felt his cheeks flushing pink at the effort they’d gone through to create a space so cosy and romantic looking.

“What’s this?”

Steph pushed a glass full of drink into YN’s hand, claiming it was ‘lady’s first’ and she smiled as YN took it from her hand to take a quick sip of the fizzy liquid, passing the second glass over to Arthur who took it from her hand and took a swig.

“Well, you two seemed to spend a lot of time together recently,” Darkest started, stretching out his arms in a fashion that showed off the room before them, “and we know that we’ve been taking the piss out of it and teasing you both about liking one another which, by the way, is very obvious and you should do something about that,” he continued, a smirk on his lips as he watched the two of them try to shy away from the conversation, “we made this room all romantic for you so that we could actually force something to happen between the two of you.”

“Stop it,” Arthur whispered under his breath, looking at YN as she looked back at him, “can you believe-”

“Don’t deny it, Mister Television,” Steph laughed at him, “we’ve seen you guys all day today. The little looks you give each other, the gentle touches, the hugs. Heck, I even saw you kiss her cheek at breakfast when you gave her a cup of tea. You might as well just smooch and make it official for us to celebrate.”

“You guys are so fixated on this right now. We’re not an episode of Eastenders,” YN informed them, shaking her head and taking another sip of the drink in her hand and she popped a smile on her lips, “but this is cute. Real cute.”

“Plus, we all need a pick-me-up since Jemel left so,” Steph shrugged her shoulders and began ushering people out of the room, “this is keeping us all distracted. We’ll be thinking, all night, about you both and whether you’re enjoying our set up, and not how we’ve just lost someone from the house.”

“This really is actually so sweet of them,” YN whispered softly, adjusting her position on the two sofas pushed together and laying her head back against the pillow, watching as Arthur took off his cap and set it on the side. His hair was tousled, and he had a bad case of hat-hair, but YN found it endearing. His fringe being messed by the peak of his cap, sticking in all directions, and it made him ten times more irresistible to her than before. “I guess we can’t keep denying it now.”

“I guess not,” he laughed, “were we that obvious to people?”

“Clearly,” YN snorted, “I guess they saw through all of the constant denial.”

“I tried so hard to make it less obvious that I had a little something more than just liking you as a friend,” he admitted shyly, “I was just hoping we could get by in here, become good friends, and then maybe try something more on the outside but-”

“But here we are,” she smiled, sitting up and twisting in her place to face him, crossing her legs and clasping her hands in her lap, “we might as well entertain it for them here. Not that I want us to be exploited for humour and content but we can always do something more private on the outside.”

“I was ready to go to bed,” he said, leaning back against his pillow and resting his arms behind his head, “I’m so tired, my eyes are stinging.”

“You’re telling me,” she snickered, “I’m not struggling to sleep at all but, at the same time, I am struggling. It’s like my brain is blocking me from getting too comfortable in this place. Like, I’m such a slob at home and I’ll just chuck my clothes anywhere in my bedroom and leave dirty pants and socks on the floor and such and I feel like I just can’t be myself outside of my front door.”

“Oh, my god,” he scoffed and shook his head with a smile on his lips, “I’m the complete opposite. I’m a clean freak so everything has to be in order before I even think of going to sleep. I’m struggling to sleep in here because of the people. The ones that snore and the ones that sleep talk. God, I’m such a light sleeper and it’s such a curse.”

“I don’t snore, do I?”

He shook his head.

“No, you’re quite silent. And you’re very pretty when you sleep,” he admitted shyly, “not that I watch you or anything but it’s kind of hard not to when you have the bed next to me and- that still makes me sound weird-”

“You just keep digging the hole that makes you look even more creepy,” YN joked and he groaned and covered his face with his hands, “I’m just kidding, you donut. If it helps and makes us even, you’re quite pretty when you sleep, too.”

“I wish they gave us some notice or something,” Arthur hummed, bringing his hands down from his face yet there was still some discolouration in his cheeks from their usual pale look with a deep pink taking its place across the stretch across his nose, “I could have been more prepared.”

“Yeah, I could have topped up my make-up, done my hair. Made an effort,” she claimed, “could have dressed up instead of appearing in shorts and a jumper.”

“You look lovely, regardless,” he smiled softly, “I don’t think they were planning on telling us their scheming plans for our secret ‘date’.”

He used his fingers to indicate quotation marks around the word and her head dropped down to look at her lap, a grin bursting to appear on her lips.

A date.

Even if it was just something of a joke to the rest of the house, it felt (almost) real to her.

And she would have considered it a real date, their first date, had it not been for the cameras recording and collecting content for those on the outside and the listening ears of the nine other housemates waiting to hear the gossip and the juicy details of what had happened without them.

She felt comfortable around him.

And if it wasn’t for the cameras around them, and the listening ears of those housemates waiting outside the room to have insider knowledge, she would have opened up a lot more to him than she had done. Being around Arthur made time pass by in the blink of an eye. What felt like half an hour had been a good two hours and it brought great annoyance to the two of them when they were interrupted by the ping of a comment appearing on the screen - that time had come again and YN wasn’t sure what she was expecting this time around - and a bombardment of people flocking through the door as their little ‘date’ had been interrupted at the worst possible time.

The small space where the sofas had been pushed together were now full of people slouching over the cushions, squashing YN’s legs as the girls laid across her space and making the large room feel small to her, the boys leaning against the backs of the furniture but some seemingly finding comfort in the corners.

‘FootAsylum, can you send Arthur and YN on a date’

“Already happened thanks to us,” Steph grinned at the camera and wrapped her arm around Darkest’s neck, pulling him close and offering his fist for a fistbump, the two of them glaring into the camera with prideful looks upon their faces, “you’re welcome, YN and Arthur lovers. Giving you what you wanted.”

‘Loving the bromance between Jokeman and Arthur-’

“Yes, my brother,” Jokeman cheered and walked towards Arthur who was laid upon the sofa, leaning over the back and squeezing his shoulders, “although, it’s starting to get a little crowded in this little circle so I’m willing to step back for my lovely girl to have you all to herself…” He gave YN’s hair and ruffle and she pushed him away, playfully, “unless-”

“No, Jokeman,” YN laughed and reached for his hand, “as much as I adore you, two is company and three’s a crowd. Definitely a crowd.”

“Understood,” he smiled and gave her a wink to which she reciprocated, “I’ll have him at weekends. You can have him on weekdays.”

‘Make Johnny take stephtoms on a date I’m sensing the chemistry 👅😂’

“Yes!” YN cheered, thrusting her arms into the air and grinning widely at Johnny before smirking at Steph, “I can repay the favour for this glorious date night that you set up here. We can fixate on you two rather than me and Arthur then. The house’s hottest new couple.”

“Yeah, nope,” Johnny shook his head and stood to his feet, “no offence, Steph.”

“None taken,” she smiled as he walked out the room and YN frowned playfully, “guess we’re living vicariously through you and Arthur when it comes to dates and romance in this house.”

It wasn’t long before everyone was saying goodnight and it wasn’t long before Arthur and YN were left alone, again, in the living room.

Sofas still pushed together and the sheet had been exchanged for the duvet from Arthur’s bed so that they could sleep a little warmer in the lower level of the house, something that Anisa had brought down after everyone had settled down for the night. The lights had been switched off in the entirety of the house, and the lounge room had succumbed to darkness, apart from the tiny red power lights coming from the cameras in the corners of the room. Arthur was standing on the other side of the sofa as the lights had gone out, his t-shirt being chucked onto the floor and his legs shimmying out of his trousers, leaving his clothes in a heap on the floor that he would sort out in the morning. There was no way he was rummaging around in the dark when all he wanted was to climb back onto the sofas and crawl under the duvet with the girl he was rather infatuated with.

“Can you see where you’re going?”

“Not at all,” he claimed and as he tried to find the edges of the sofa and attempted to climb over, as his unlucky fate would have it, he stubbed his toe on the foot of the sofa with enough force to give the piece of furniture a jolt and make YN jump as she cosied down beneath his comforter, “fuck.”

A soft giggle escaped her lips as she tried to find him in the dark.

“Are you okay?”

“Mm-hm,” he hummed out tensely and she could hear the pain in the sound that came from within his chest, “that hurt.”

“I would offer to kiss it better but I’m not into that kind of thing,” she teased and he tutted jokingly, “sorry, lovie.”

She felt the weight of his body fall beside her on the sofa cushions and she groaned as he leant on her hair in an attempt to get comfortable in the dark, something he profusely apologised for until he got himself comfortable under the covers, his leg brushing against hers as he stretched out across the expanse of the sofa. And YN couldn’t lie, it felt weird to have someone in such close proximity to her when it was something she’d not experienced in a long while. His body radiating enough heat to keep her warm and she was thankful for the duvet as it trapped it and kept the two of them snug.

She couldn’t lie about how she felt when there were butterflies in her belly from what was happening.

Here they were, in a makeshift bed together after finally coming to terms with how their feelings for each other were just as strong as they both felt for the other, cuddling up under the covers. Her hand fell upon his bare chest, she felt more comfortable on her side and found she had a leg draped over his hips, his arm wrapped tightly around her as he held her close, her head falling perfectly into the space underneath his jawline. He still smelled divine with the lingering scent of an aftershave still clinging to his skin, and she could feel every muscle, every ab, every inhale and exhale of breath that he took rhythmically.

She couldn’t lie about how thankful she was for Steph and Darkest for actually forcing them into initiating something because she realised she made herself look like a fool in her head over heels state for the boy beside her.

“Goodnight,” she whispered, giving him a soft squeeze.

“Goodnight,” he responded, giving her forehead a quick and gentle kiss, “see you in the morning.”

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endearng · 4 months ago

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Pairing: Spencer Reid x reader Summary: You pull the trigger, sick of never having enough from him, just as he stops struggling to navigate in your sea. WC: 1.5k Warnings: mentions of the dilaudid arch, alcohol consumption, miscommunication, right person/wrong time trope, sorta unrequited love. A/N: hi hi hi! This one is based on 'Skinny Love', which was on repeat this week, so I decided to give this a go. Feedbacks are highly appreciated! <3 Masterlist

One day at a time.

Tonight, the walk home is excruciatingly long, even though it usually takes you less than five minutes to get there from the building you work at. As you stroll through the otherwise busy crowd, droplets of rain fall from the sky. It is not enough to make you want to run to shield yourself from it. It's bearable. It's welcome. It's around 7, which should give you a while to get home just in time to feel the creeping lonely silence of the apartment. You know there won't be anyone there, you know he won't be there. There will only be fragments of what you once were, or what you thought you would become.

Walking through the door, you drop your purse to the floor and pad around the space, not really knowing what to do. You have made up your mind, of course; this emotional distance and physical absence has never been worse from both sides. It's time to accept it for what it is and come to terms that, no matter how much you wish for it, things can never be different. You sit on the couch, turning on the TV, only for it to be static, producing a stable noise that doesn't quite have a meaning — at least, not like the one you would expect from the device.

You can't help it. Your entire day, the day of sheer and pure realization, is revolving around metaphors, signs, hints that that is over. The image, made out of white and black small dots, that fills the screen is a bitter, annoying reminder of the gaps that are missing, two immiscible parts not quite meeting, one simply covering some parts of the other, never meeting, never mixing, never being.

Eventually, you don't know how longer, Spencer knocks at your door. You know it's him because besides no one else looking for you, it's like you have an entirely unique sense for his presence, for his existence. It's all that you've held onto for the last months — nine, to be honest. For some, it isn't that long of a time, but you've always thought of it as enough to generate life, the complex, ongoing and steady process so different from what you were allowed to have with him. Time is complex and relative, in the sense that you have experienced so much in such a short amount of time that it was painful. There isn't a life before him—at least, you don't remember it.

Since you can't find it in yourself to stand up, he opens the door himself. The spare key you have nonchalantly left on his nightstand after one of your trysts held an immense amount of meaning, one you weren't ready to access just then. Upon the sight of him, you feel the need to run to his arms, to cling to him and never let go, to ask him to heal and care for your own fragile being, but you don't. You know he's been through his own stuff, and he can't seem to stop going back for more. Dilaudid, the trauma he's exposed to on a daily basis, the never ending heartbreak that surrounds his existence. He knows no life besides those. You know no life besides him.

“I can't do this anymore.”

Your words are lethal. They are short, and they convey the meaning needed, but despite its clear significance, he can't find it in himself to acknowledge them as real. You have said things like that a million times before. It's just another one of those breakdowns, when you got too alone and too much in your head, when he wasn't there to soothe your fears instead of caring for himself. Spencer knows he would drop everything in a heartbeat if you asked him to. Problem is, you don't. You don't talk, you don't ask, you just wait and accept anything he gives you, because it's way easier than to demand, to put in the work in a relationship—at least that's how he accesses the situation. Plus, he would. As in, a conditional. There are still thoughts plaguing his head constantly that stop him from getting what he truly wants.

Spencer approaches, sitting by your side. You don't flinch, barely blinking at the hypnotizing dots dancing on the screen of your TV. Right under the TV, there is a small notebook in which lies all your thoughts. Amidst them, there is the need to escape. To not let him get any closer. You forget it as he gets closer and gently turns your head to meet his gaze.

“What happened?”

“I can't do this anymore.” You repeat, as if he hasn't heard you the first time. Firmer, sureness creeping from your every syllable.

“We talked about this," he tries.

“We did. It wasn't enough—it isn't enough!”

He looks at you softly. The same look that he gives you when he wants you to think he understands you better than anyone else in this world. The same look he has in his eyes when you get impossibly close on either of your beds, the one that makes you think that perhaps something else lies underneath your weird relationship. “Angel, what are you saying?”

Your gaze is piercing, and he can't look away. “You're always coming, but always leaving. I can't spend a life waiting for you.”

“I thought you were okay with that,” he argues, hands dropping to squeeze yours. Your reaction is to almost bashfully retreat them from his touch. To deprive him from your warmth.

“I was. I'm not anymore. And it goes against our arrangement. But I'm so tired of feeling like I'm waiting for something that will never happen, something I will never be to you.”

Spencer frowns softly, hands trembling as he balls them into fists. “It was your idea.”

“To which you agreed. It was what you wanted from me and back then, it was what I wanted from you, too. It's not. Not anymore.”

“So… is this over?”

“Yes.”

The feelings brewing inside him were confusing and, ironically, too much for his brain to process. Your words were stabs to his heart, and for a moment, such was the difficulty to grasp them, that he thought you were speaking a foreign language. One he couldn't begin to understand while you had the fluency, the eloquence of a native. He feels as if he's been following you into the rabbit's hole all the time, only to find out that only you belong there. Not him. The dull yet annoying pain inside his chest that made him feel as if his heart was being squeezed by a hand made of steel, so much was the unbearable sensation of you letting go.

Spencer couldn't keep the resentment from his tone, as he looked at you with the deepest resentment. “You won't even consider what I want? You won't even ask?”

“It's clear enough.”

“How is it clear if you don't talk to me?”

“It's clear because you leave. You come back, that's true. But it's not because you love me. It's because you know I'll be here to distract you from whatever.”

He opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. Despite being sitting next to you, your knees almost touching, he feels as if there's an ocean between you. Speaking of which, the revelation comes out in a whisper, “it takes an ocean not to break every night you're not here. It's an unbearable effort to get out of bed when you're not here and I don't hear from you.”

“I can—I can do it…” he whispers, rushed, as if his words could convince you to let him in again. To let him stay.

“You can't,” you retorted with a small, sad smile. “I know you can't. I wanted you to stay.”

It seems he wanted even more.

“You don't want me to? Not anymore?”

You nod, softly, avoiding his gaze. “I don't blame you for the way you're living,” you say, placing your hand on his shoulder. “I just don't want to be part of it anymore.”

“I'm sorry.”

“I know. I'm sorry too.”

You stand up, and it's the worst view in his entire world. Even though it is your apartment, your space, you leave — a silent conclusion of your painful words to him just a few minutes earlier. Leaving him in the country he had invaded, where he and his army had taken everything away for themselves, leaving you with just enough to get by. It was never an exchange.

Spencer sits there, mind reeling, almost meditating about what had happened. He thought he would come over tonight to talk to you about the trivial aspects of his days, like he was getting accustomed to. He even thought you two would end up in bed, limbs tangled as you tried to catch your breath. Instead, what he gets is a silent apartment, filled with memories of you, your existence, your senses and your things. Something that will soon become nothing but a painful memory of what he had lost right before putting his hands—his heart—on.

Outside, you wait for him to come out. He never does.

Tonight, you would drown in different substances.

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dannielricciardo · 1 month ago

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was telling my mom how embarrassing it is that max lapped his teammate and how every driver since daniel ricc has sucked, and she asked why red bull/f1 got rid of him … Why Did They? was it just that they thought he wasn't performing well?

an opportunity? to infodump about my special interest? for me??? thank you. you do not need to read this at all - i just got extremely emotional about it. of course, this is my recollection of what happened and why he was dropped. we will likely never know. here follows 1500 words on daniels exit from the sport.

it's 2018 and things in red bull are looking dire. the car they made was extremely unreliable going into 2018, but it was a clear issue that was carried over from 2017 and it only got worse. significantly worse. what a lot of people seem to miss is that in 2018, daniel had something going wrong for him IN EVERY RACE (but spain). be it loss of power or bad strategy or gearbox issues in quali, daniel was absolutely shafted in 2018. there's a good write up about this on reddit. at the same time, it was feeling like........... daniel was no longer the favourite child. like, perhaps, more often than not they were starting to bet on max.

so daniel booked it out of there. to renault and then to mclaren. i'll skip some stuff and get you straight at the scene of the crime.

"why red bull/f1 got rid of him … Why Did They? was it just that they thought he wasn't performing well?" so at the end of his stint with mclaren, daniel was not a hot commodity anymore. sure, he was their first winner in 10 years, but it seemed like he had peaked and that was it, so it was time for him to either go to a below midfield team (haas was extremely interested) or simply wait out the contracts that were up in 2023. daniel picked the option to wait it out and see what opportunities might arise, also taking the made up tHiRd driver title which is hilarious because red bull literally came up with it for him. like they just decided they wanted a third driver in a two driver series. and they had him around alllll the time. he wasnt a driver but they were like "thank you max and daniel. also present: checo", it was obviously going to lead into something RIGHT

and lead it did, into a test for red bull and pirelli, at silverstone. and would you believe it, this man did not randomly forget how to drive. they put him in the rb19, which was so good, and he was so familiar with it because he was tag teaming the sim with his former race engineer at milton keynes. so they put him in a fast car, that was being developed with his feedback in mind and GUESS WHAT. he was fast as fuck. he was so fast, in fact, that if the pervious weekend he was on the grid, he would literally be next to max. mind you, this is the same car that max was winning nearly every race with; checo, on the other hand, was p15 on that same weekend.

it was obvious, right? that ricciardo is so fast. so red bull, in their infinite wisdom, did the sensible thing and........ stuck him the alpha tauri?? that was so fucking bad it was a miracle it could finish a race weekend.

important, but unmentioned character so far is the ever present sponsor that checo has - mr. carlos slim, a mexican billionaire. checo, of course, being the son of a politican, has a nice sponsor who just so wants to have a mexican driver on grid that he will shell out nearly an infinite amount of money to keep him there. daniel, on the other hand, comes from a middle class working people family that, unfortunately, does not have any billionaire friends.

anyway, what happened next was we all expected that daniel would be in the red bull in 2024, right? of course the alpha stint was to see how he copes with the team, ease him back to work, right? just give him something to ensure red bull's commitment for 2024, right? WRONG daniel was going to drive for vcarb in 2024 haha cool cool cool im being extremely normal about it.

SURELY they wouldn't bring him back for nothing......?

all that follows here is full on gossip and ALLEDGED so take it with a massive grain of salt. we will likely never know.

throughout the year we were hearing rumors that ~sponsors were told to expect an imminent announcement~, that ~vcarb was told to expect a mid season swap~, that ~red bull and daniel's camp were working on marketing and strategy - thats why it was constantly max and daniel in promo for the main team~. everyone was convinced that daniel was coming back, it was not a question of if, but when.

the when, seemingly, was spa. video of daniel talking to mekies and horner leaks. they have a long talk, then daniel smiles and shakes hands with christian, leaving with a massive smile on his face. he has a fine race. then another video hits the timeline - daniel and max leave the track together, one carrying a bottle of wine, the other carrying both their helmets. believe it or not, a THIRD video hits the timeline, this time posted by max verstappen himself, a man who notoriously does not run his instagram, of them in a helicopter all smiles and thumb ups. marko is saying "we will be looking into our driver line up next week" post race in media. all seems poised to happen in the next few days, right? rumours are swirling that the verstappen camp is fully expecting to have daniel back and are happy about it.

and then it doesn't happen. insiders are absolutely baffled. people who have been hearing rumours for MONTHS are completely flabbergasted why it didn't happen - all signs and leaks were pointing towards daniel, right? except. except.

except.

rumours emerge liam lawson has a clause in his contract that's according to some "use me or lose me" OR guaranteed 6 races this season. which is fine, when you consider that the plan was to use the performance clauses in checo's contract to drop him, move daniel to RB, give liam the vcarb seat for a year/two, give daniel a good final year or two.

suddenly, allegedly some calls are made. some pressure is put on red bull. a certain billionaire wants a mexican driver on the grid. after all, if he brings 30-40 million to the team per year, "then there is no better pay driver in formula 1" :).

daniel does not have a billionaire backing him. daniel does not have 6 races promised to him before the end of the year. daniel does not have honda paying for his seat.

daniel unfortunately only has his pure god given talent and his endless charm. but he does not have the money in a sport that increasingly has stopped caring about racing ability and has moved on towards being pay to play.

the narrative shifts overnight. daniel has not beat yuki convincingly (daniel was averaging p13 to yuki's p12. to this day no one in vcarb has matched daniel's peaks there). daniel was washed and talentless, he needed to make way for younger, hungrier drivers, like liam lawson, the next max verstappen. he needed to move aside so that people who paid their dues can get their time in the main team before their national sponsor leaves the team fully. marko suddenly starts claiming it was never in the cards.

what ended up transpiring in singapore is one of the most shameful events ive ever seen in my life and everyone involved should be haunted by it until the end of time. daniel arrives all smiles. the rumour mill starts running, set off by ralf. everyone is asking about it. daniel is denying it. everyone else is dancing around the topic. you can tell, in real time, that it's beginning to dawn on daniel that this might be it over the weekend. max glues himself to daniel in a show of clear support. blake the manager is seen running around the paddock on sunday.

daniel gets in the car. he has an abysmal drive due to the car being completely unstable and fully loose on the rear, many people commenting that he is more fighting it than driving it. mind you, this is not the oversteer he prefers - this is a fairly balanced car that has a set up so bad the rear end looseness is not controllable. he also has another abysmal strategy, which was a reoccurring theme during his time at vcarb. he was always put on the worse strategy. he got undercut, stuck in traffic and chewed his tyres. on the last lap, he pits for fastest lap and sets the lap record for the track. he exits the car and an honor guard welcomes him to vcarb hospitality, organized by meikes.

according to reuters, horner informs daniel in there that he is likely jobless by the time he leaves.

daniel ricciardo left the paddock at 1:46 am. he has not been on an f1 track since.

#formula 1 #f1 #daniel ricciardo

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suguae · 2 years ago

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Never lose me.

Toji Fushiguro x f!reader

Warnings: Creampie, Virginity loss, Choking, Squirting, erm more probably idunno. Not proofread.

Also my first time writing this stuff so give feedback please!!

Toji was the last person to be in a relationship. He's tried way too many times, but he just wasn't amused by the women he met.

He was giving one last time tonight. "Thanks again Shiu." He says fixing his hair up in a mirror near the front entrance of his home.

"No problem man, I got you every time." Shiu says stuffing his mouth with popcorn as Megumi was deeply focused in the movie that had been playing in the back.

Toji checks his outfit one more time, a black tight long sleeve paired with black slacks. He knew it was basic but after all he doesn't plan on staying out long.

Here he sat bored out of his mind as this women had been doing nothing but blabbering about herself. She was beautiful, but god she would not shut up. Toji got at least four words and it's already been half an hour.

He looked around trying to entertain himself another way, till his eyes landed on you. You were one of his first dates. He vividly remembers you, everything about you was so fucking perfect. Till he found out you were too young for him.

The pink strapless dress you had on tonight, how it hugged your peachy ass perfectly. Your hair was so silky and longer than last time he saw you. Your laugh echoing into his ears.

He still remembers the disappointed look in your face when he told you how it just couldn't work out. But he didn't hesitate to jerk off that night, thinking about you.

His thoughts were interrupted by the cold liquid poured onto his head. "Why the hell are you eyeing that fucking women when we're on a date?" The women says catching the attention of many around the restaurant. Even you.

Fuck.

"You're fucking crazy." He scoffed getting out of his seat leaving her there all alone. He walked passed you before exiting the restaurant.

He sat in his car taking off his shirt. 'I'm definitely done.' He said quietly talking to himself.

He heard a small tap on his window. He turned his head making eye contact with you. Slowly rolling the window down. "So this is where you take all your dates huh?" You chuckled.

Just at the sound of your sweet laugh he felt his heart skip a beat. "What do ya want kid?" He sighs flipping his damp hair back.

You rolled your eyes, "I'm not even that much younger than you." You say leaning on the car door to have a better look at him.

"Y/n, 15 years apart is not a lot?" He asked while his eyes kept floating to your peachy lips. He would fuck that little mouth of yours and love it.

You smiled, "Nope."

That smile had him in a chokehold.

"Get in." Toji unlocks the doors to the car, he noticed that pretty little smirk draw on your face as you slowly back up from his door to walk to the passenger side.

Your ass moving like jello when you walked past the front of his car giving him a perfect view. Just at the sight of you made his blood move straight to his dick.

Next thing you know, all that was heard in the car was the rustling and sloppy wet kisses in Toji's car . You tauntingly pull away from this kiss. You felt Toji's grip around your waist tighten.

It hurt so fucking good. His big arms, how little you looked sitting on top on him. "Fuck...why'd you pull away?" He whispered.

You looked at him with those pleading big doe eyes, "Did you ever miss me Toji?"

"Of course I did." His hands roamed to the fat meaty part of your ass to grab the hem of your dress, sliding it over your head.

No bra, just that slutty bright pink thong. He noticed the tattoo of a butterfly between your breast. How it made your plump tits pop out more.

Toji admired the beauty in front of him. Was it desperate to say this was how he wanted that night to end? That night when he first met you.

You leaned in giving him wet lazy kisses all over his neck. Sucking a little harder in some places to leave marks. "Toji I need you." You whispered in his ear causing his body to shudder.

Toji wanted to fuck you hard.

"Get in the back." He says guiding you to the back of his car. He gets out of the car to go to the back to meet you there.

His dick was throbbing at he sight of you laying in the back patiently like the good little girl you were.

This was gonna be hard for Toji, He was such a big man in such a small little car. But he was gonna make it worth it.

His hands slowly roaming your body making his way to hover on top of you. Planting kisses on your soft tender breast. Sucking one and squeezing the other to give it the same amount of attention.

As you were panting wanting more from Toji, you could feel your hot core crying for Toji. "I wan u." You say breathlessly.

His hand that was massaging your breast was now on your neck, squeezing tightly but not too tight. "You need me that bad?"

You whimper, "Yes."

You were driving Toji crazy.

His dick was aching more than anything. Wanting to fuck that wet little cunt of yours.

'Fuck..' He makes you sit on top of him. Pulling out his fat veiny cock. His tip drooling with pre-cum. You look up and gulp.

"Toji..." You stuttered.

He moves your thong to the side, slowly moving his index and middle finger inside your gushy wet cunt.

You gasp with pleasure. "T-Toji."

You lean in as he was focused on your cunt. Increasing the speed of the thrusting. You planted a wet kiss on his red plump lips. Bitting his bottom lip as you whine to the pleasure.

"Fuck, Toji fas..ter" You stutter. You could feel his long big fingers constantly hitting that rubbery gushy flesh in your pussy. You felt as if knots were forming in your stomach.

You slowly slide your hand down to Toji's girth. Rubbing your thumb on his wet tip. Toji hissed. You smiled.

"Fuck me already." you breathlessly moan, as your hand slowly slides down Tojis shaft, delicately pumping his dick.

You felt close as Toji kept thrusting his fingers deep into your pussy. He teasingly slides his hands out as he hears your moans getting louder.

His fingers making its way up to your empty mouth. Sliding his fingers deep in your mouth. "Beautiful baby, don't you taste so good?"

You nod. Unable to verbally answer.

"Good girl." He smirks, slowly moving his fingers out of your mouth. He looks down at his shaft as your hand was still wrapped around it.

He guides your hand up and down his cock. Earning low grunts from Toji. "You like that?" you softly whisper.

"C'mere." He huffs with pleasure. Guiding his cock to the entrance of your wet cunt.

"T-Toji, be gentle...it's my first time." You whispered the last part. You hide your face to embarrassed at the sudden confession.

Oh but he loved the idea of having your little pussy all to himself. Touched by no one other than you and him.

"It's alright darling...put it in f'me, will ya?" He says grabbing your hands guiding them down to his cock.

Slowly you grab his lengthy fat cock, twitching in your hands as you slowly guide it in. You wince in pain as his cock stretches your pussy.

"Fuck yer so tight f'me baby." Toji hisses as he grabs both ass cheeks guiding you.

"Ahh Toji, hurts m..me." You say wrapping your arms around his neck, hands intertwining with his hair.

" Ts'okay yer gonna feel better." He grunts as he throws his head back. Guiding your hips to move faster.

"F..Fuck Toji." You sob with pain and pleasure.

Toji knew it hurt, but he fucking loved the tightness around him. How he could feel every inch of you. He wanted this ever since his eyes first landed on you. "Fuck y/n." He moaned.

The pleasure was now taking over. Your whole body feeling euphoric as you hop on Toji's dick like a bunny. You pant out a chuckle.

"Uhh f-fuck doll, i love your fucking pussy." He whimpers. Toji

Toji Fushiguro whimpering. How you had him fucking wrapped around your little finger.

He lifts you up a bit as he bucks his hips into you harder and way more faster. "T-Toji I'm gonna...Im close." You cry out as you feel that knotting sensation in your stomach again.

"Cum f'me baby.." He hissed as his pace fastened.

And you did.

The warm feeling overcoming your body as you limp onto Toji's chest as he's still balls deep. The loud moan that escapes your body causes Toji's cock to twitch inside you.

"This pussy is all mine yknow that?" He grunts as he thrust getting ready to cum.

"t-Toji sta-" You were overstimmulated as you felt Toji's hand roam down to your pearly clit, softly rubbing it.

"Tell me your pussy is all mine." You could feel your body beginning to shake. You bit Toji's shoulder. His pace in thrusting hasn't changed but he was rubbing your clit like their was tomorrow.

You bite harder as you feel an odd feeling as if you need to pee. "Toji...ah baby pee..i need t-"

He grabbed your neck basically choking you. "I fucking said tell me!" He says as your arm wraps around his hand that had been choking you.

"Mmmf..fu..Daddy's pussy...only..Toji I'm gonna pe.." You felt the warm liquid running down your legs as Toji lets his load out inside you.

"Fuck…baby you squirted.” he throws his head back and you plop onto his chest. Both panting.

You lazily chuckled a bit embarrassed.

He grabs your face, planting soft kisses onto your swollen red lips. "How was it for ya first time, baby?"

Your hands wrap around his neck as you lay your head down on his chest. Lazily smiling at him. "I could do it every night." You mumbled.

"I'd like that.." He kisses the top of your head as your eyes slowly closed.

He took you home that night after fucking you dumb, giving you the best after care. Ending the night with him asking you to be his girlfriend. And of course you said yes.

#jjk smut #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #jjk toji #toji smut #toji x you #fushiguro toji #fushiguro #smut #jjk #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #rosipuree

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stupidlittlespirit · 4 months ago

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glad you’re feeling better!

would you be comfortable sharing a sneak peek of the next chapter 👀

if not I totally understand please prioritize your well being!

Listen, I don't have a chapter sneak peak for you BUT..... because I'm making you all wait so long for this next chapter and I feel bad, I'm gonna give you a small snack.

This is an unpublished thingy that I posted on a little discord server that I'm in and people liked it there so I figured you might enjoy it here. It is just a very short warm-up drabble that I did ages ago and never used again. It's a bit messy and stuff, but whatever. It's set during MtB but it isn't really anything to do with the series. Just a little snippet of life within it:

I Got It Bad (and that ain't good) Rating: NSFW (only slightly) Type: Drabble Tags: Kissing, implied sexual stuff. Very, very tiny inference to muses but meant in no certain way. No pronouns/body described. Word count: 1233

When he's feeling contemplative, Ford likes to play the piano.

He is, like so many other things he turns his attention to, wonderful at it.

Ford likes jazz. He pretends he's a classical purist but you've found the record sleeves on the shelves near his desk, you’ve done a little snooping, and you know they rarely correspond to the vinyl inside. They're just for show. He plays it mainly in the evenings when he's treating himself to a glass of scotch; he'll listen to a particular artist (this week it's been an awful lot of Duke Ellington) and then recreate it on his own instrument.

He'll start small. Just a slow, leisurely tinkling of the ivories as he finds his rhythm, and then he'll settle into his groove and flex yet another of his many skills as you listen from another room while you tidy up.

If you're especially lucky, he'll ask you to join him and give him feedback on it.

He doesn't care about the feedback, of course, because he knows he's good and so does everyone else, and you're sure he's just using it as an opportunity to show off but you never mind.

He has, in typical Ford fashion, always refuted your accusation: “I assure you, I certainly am not,” he'd said one evening with a knowing smile, as you'd watched from your seat beside him. “I merely know that you like jazz and I play because you listen,” and you'd felt such an intensely affectionate warmth bloom in your chest that you'd dropped the point immediately.

(And when he had added on a quiet: “Plus, I like the way you look at me when I do it,” and you'd made him hit a bum note when you’d leant up to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, then, well, who can blame you?)

Your favourite thing to do, beyond simply enjoying the melodies, is to watch his hands and fingers as he works.

He'd been a little apprehensive at first, once he had noticed, but you had been quick to reassure him that your interest was appreciative, if perhaps salacious, and not even close to judgemental.

“Would you be uncomfortable if I took a video?” You ask one dark winter's evening, leaning against the piano’s top while you observe him. “Just for myself, I mean.”

“Whatever for?” Ford responds without missing a beat of his metronome.

He's going away soon. He and Stan set sail in two days time and it’s a long trip this time, which means for four months, four long, agonising months, you’ll be without him. It’s almost too much to bear and your heart feels like lead at the thought.

“Because I’m going to miss you and I’d like to have something to remind me of you when I feel like shit,” you say.

The corner of Ford’s mouth curls upward a fraction and he spares you a thinly veiled, heated glance, his cheeks turning pink. “I thought our plan was to give you plenty of reminders the night before….?”

Your stomach flutters.

“I’d like more than bruises, if you wouldn’t mind,” you say, biting down on a smile.

Ford laughs under his breath and after a moment, says: “And it’s just for you? The video?”

“Of course,” you reassure him. “I don’t have to, I just…. Your hands are my favourite part of you and I think about them, often.”

Too often, some might say.

Ford laughs again, a little louder this time. “Not my dashing good looks?” he teases. “Or my dazzling personality? You wound me, my dear.”

You grin. “All of the above,” you say with a shrug. “But especially your hands.”

“Is that so?” Ford says, taking one hand from the keys to pat the empty space beside him. “And what, pray tell, do you think about them?”

You go where he asks, taking up a seat at his side obediently. “Lots of things.”

“Such as….?”

He’s fishing for compliments, you both know it, but does sound genuinely curious, too.

“I think they’re the most beautiful hands I’ve ever seen,” you say, giving him exactly what he wants. “And I think about how they fit in mine. I think about how they feel, how your thumb rubs over my knuckles when we hold hands and how your little finger does the same on the sides, you know, just because you can do that….”

“Anything else?” Ford asks, voice warm.

You smile, eyes transfixed on the way his fingers tick across the ivory. “And…. I like to think about how you hold my thighs when you have your head between them. The way you hold onto my hips. How your fingers taste when you put them in my mouth.”

Ford makes a soft sound, somewhere between a contented sigh and an aroused groan, and his hands falter momentarily before he restarts his playing.

“Is that so?” he says, hoarse.

“Mm,” you hum absentmindedly. Your head is full of those same thoughts right now, your mind’s eye blurred with the memories of Ford’s fingers climbing underneath your jeans and inching past your underwear. Of touching you so intimately that you have to press your thighs together slightly to sate the longing.

Ford catches it.

“You’re thinking about it right now,” he mutters, and his tone holds no question.

He’s stopped playing. His hands are frozen over the keys.

“Aren’t you?” you answer, eyes still on them.

Ford exhales slowly through his nose, shaky, restrained. “I’m always thinking of you,” he says simply.

You tear your eyes away to look up at him, only to find that his gaze is already on you.

Ford’s eyes are molten, half-lidded and hot, and they flick down to your mouth and back up to your own.

“You’re terrible,” he says, in such a way that it’s obvious he means it in the most complimentary context possible. “A terrible, terrible influence on an old man like me.”

A smirk creeps onto your face. It’s always satisfying to see the effect you have on him. “I can leave, if you’d like me to. I have plenty to do and I-!”

Ford pushes the stool back with one leg, your combined weights little more than a minor inconvenience to him, and he hauls you into his lap before you can even finish the thought.

You laugh, loud and bright, and fling your arms around his neck to hold on tightly to him and avoid sending you both to the floor in a heap. “Or not,” you concede.

“Never,” agrees Ford, and then he’s kissing you.

It’s slow and tender and white hot as always.

You can feel his arousal press between your legs and it’s enough to make you smile against his mouth.

“What a dirty old man you’ve become,” you say dramatically, nudging your nose against his.

“I'm only what my muse makes of me,” Ford says raggedly. “And you are an awfully seductive force, you know….”

“So I've been told,” you smile, one hand wandering below to palm him gently through his slacks.

Ford groans, low and deep, and tilts his head back. “I'll make a deal with you,” he says quietly. “I swore off them a long time ago but just for you, just this once: if you keep doing that, I'll let you take footage of any fucking thing you like….”

You grin.

“Deal.”

#i have a few of these lying around so you may as well get some enjoyment out of them #and the idea of him playing is piano is sooooooo ugh #anyways #hope you like it #asks #anon #ford asks #ford pines x reader #stanford pines x reader #nsfwsls

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httpsminsgirl · 5 months ago

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opinions on stalker bnd?

stalker bonedo? yessss gawdddd!!!! I don't know if you want me to do the same I did with perv bonedo but i'll do it still cause I love them sm !!! messy scribble

ʚ✩ɞ bonedo as stalkers ʚ✩ɞ

pairings: non idol!bonedo, stalker!bonedo, perv!bonedo x gn! reader contains: stalking, obssessive love, toxic behaviors, possessiveness, aggression, idk a/n: YES!!! Leehan's inspired on him actually knowing how to pick locks... Please leave feedback or make requests!! english is not my first language and I have a bit of dyslexia so I'm sorry if there's any grammar mistakes or missing punctuation!

Jaehyun:

Jaehyun would keep a distance when stalking you wanting to play it safe

he'd be the type to use his extrovert skills to get close to your friends or classmates to get information about you

he'd follow you sometimes but not always

he'd make sure to have at least one direct interaction with you, planning a little accidental crash in the streets, meeting at a coffee shop, supermarket, harmless stuff that you would think were coincidences but he just knew you and your patterns well

Sungho:

Sungho would also be one to play it safe but not as much, he'd get a job at the coffee shop he's seen you spend hours in just to be able to spend time looking at you and getting closer to you harmlessly

you might think he was just the cute barista, but he's gotten a hold of your laptop and all it's information hacking into it when you left to the bathroom once and asked him to watch your things

as he hacked into your laptop he'd get a hold of your webcam and just stare at you for hours admiring your beauty

he'd most definitely touch himself as he watches you study through the webcam

Riwoo:

Riwoo stalker IMO would be a bit more risky than people expect him to. not so passive, he's smart and he knows how to calculate things well, he sees the outcomes before it happens and reads people well, so he'll play push and pull with you, making you think all of your interactions are harmless and a coincidence, but of course not, getting exactly what he wants from you as you start to get curious about him

he'd take pictures of you from afar, he'd write down addresses you've visited and the frequency keeping track of you and your schedule

Riwoo would be the type of stalker that would actually want more than just admiring you from the distance so he carefully planned those 'coincidential' meetings.Those crashes in the street, sudden encounters at the coffee shop warming you up to him until you made the first step, he knew you, and he planned it all perfectly for you to fall in his trap and be with him without him needing to do much, only stalk you for months ofc

Taesan:

Taesan is the type of stalker that would keep a big distance at first, testing the waters and slowly getting closer and closer.

Taesan would most definitely take pictures of you and hang them in his room, also pin down locations and keep track of you

Taesan would follow you everywhere to make sure you're fine, more specifically to make sure no one gets close to you

Taesan's the possessive toxic stalker, he followed you even though he knew he shouldn't, he knew it was risky but it made his blood boil seeing other men get close to you, whether it was at parties or a coffee shop, if anyone ever dared to get close to you he would most definitely take care of them, and not in a pretty way... but he enjoyed seeing the guys opened cheekbones and kicking them as he dared them to get close to you again

Leehan:

Leehan was obsessed since the start, he started following you everywhere until one time he almost got caught late at night and that's where he learned to keep his distance at times

he also took pictures of you from far away, but just your face, not the from the back or just you walking, no, he only wanted to take pictures of your beautiful face

he'd slowly creep his way into your group of friends too, making sure you knew about him, trying to have some direct interactions with you, trying to get you to look at him without him doing anything and of course he got it, he always caught your eye

he'd probably take advantage of you not being home one day and pick your lock easily just so that he could install a camera in your room, and of course wouldn't waste the trip and take some of your used panties with him as also one of your shirts.

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harringtonstilinski · 2 years ago

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..Ready For It? (Steve's Version) - Steve Harrington (Smut)

Author: @harringtonstilinski Characters: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader Word Count: 6,219 Warnings: fluff, use your imagination for the lingerie Requested: no | yes; i hope it meets your expectations, @fandom-princess-forevermore!! Smut: no | yes; oral (f receiving), protected p in v, first name kink is that even a thing?, A/N: Hi, friends! Surprise, surprise, another smut piece! If you like this chapter, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

Steve Harrington. Your assignment partner turned best friend… turned crush. It all started sophomore year when you two were assigned to be partners in math class. Your teacher claimed that the lesson was going to be a hard one and that two heads would be better than one. So, he decided to partner the students up in order to see if his claims were true.

They weren’t true… for you at least. You found the harder stuff a little bit more easier than the easier materials. Steve, of course, struggled a little, but once he got the hang of it, you flew through the lesson, finishing in three days rather than the four your teacher said it’d take.

When Steve had come to you the following Monday, handing you the math test you’d taken the previous Friday with a smile that he was trying so hard to contain, you knew he passed with at least a low C.

A smile had crossed your face at seeing the 80/B on his paper, your eyes landing on his before he excitedly picked you up and spun you around in the middle of the hallway, not caring that there were other students walking around that you almost kicked.

From then on, the two of you were inseparable. That was, of course, was after the youngest Byers boy went missing, only to be found a week later in some place called the Upside Down, titled that by your little brother Dustin and his friends, that called themselves the Party.

Steve had protected you, your brother and his friends during the events of Dart, as well as the latest event; The Mind Flayer, that apparently hadn’t gone away like you all had thought. Steve and Robin, both of your best friend, had lost their jobs at Scoops that was located in Starcourt Mall before it burned down… from all the fireworks that you all had thrown at the nasty creature.

Now, you were sitting on a stool at the counter of Family Video, Steve and Robin’s newest job, reading your book. You were completely lost in the words on the pages, you didn’t register what Steve and Robin were talking about.

“I mean, it’s not that I don’t want to try and be with someone long term,” Steve said. “It’s just that I haven’t met anyone that I would want to be with long term.”

“Aside from one girl that’s sitting at our checkout/return counter reading a book?” Robin bemused, gesturing her head towards you, gaining Steve’s attention.

As he looked at you, he watched as you smiled at something in your book before you chuckled at the pages, your head shaking as you turned the page, a gasp sounding from you not a moment later before you exclaimed “Traitor!” at the page.

Looking up from your book, your face dropped as you saw the smirks on Steve and Robin’s faces. “This fucker is a damn traitor. Tristan promised Carmen a date and that he wasn’t in love with any other woman, but he lied! He’s going on a date with a woman that’s not– oh, wait.” You had looked back down to get more details, but realized you hadn’t read onto the next paragraph for an explanation. “Nevermind. It was his fucking sister.”

Groaning, you placed your bookmark into your book, closing it and looking up. “Hey, is Keith here?”

“Yeah, why?” Robin asked.

“What do you say to the three of us,” you said, pointing to yourself, as well as Steve and Robin. “Going to get some lunch. I’m starving.”

When your eyes landed on Steve’s, he shrugged and looked towards Robin, who had a knowing look on her face. “You two go ahead and go,” she said, patting Steve on the shoulder. “Someone needs to be here to hold down the fort.”

“Perfect! Well, I mean, not–”

Steve chuckled, turning his body towards the back rooms. “I’m gonna go let Keith know I’m taking my break. I’ll be right back.”

You nodded before grabbing your book, shoving it into your purse before standing up and walking to the Rom-Com section, skimming through the movies you might want to rent for your movie night with Max, since her mom wasn’t being much of a mom these days since Neil took off after Billy had died.

“Oh, Max the store before you got here,” Robin said. “She said she has to cancel tonight. Lucas wants to hang out with her.”

Sighing, you moved from the Rom-Com’s over to the Crime section, spotting a movie that had been one of your favorites for a couple of years. Smiling to yourself, you picked it up and walked over to the counter, Robin already waiting for you.

She looked at the cover before looking up at you through your lashes. “The Outsiders?”

“Again?” Steve asked, grabbing something from under the counter.

“Yes, Steven, again,” you deadpanned. “It’s a good movie.”

“How many times have you-” he started, only to face Robin to ask her, “How many times has she checked it out?”

Clicking through the computer, Robin’s eyes stayed on the screen. When she got to your information, she sighed and said, “Four.”

“Seriously?” Steve asked, looking at you through his lashes.

Shrugging, you said, “I can’t help it! Rob Lowe is just- mmm.”

Steve and Robin chuckled as Keith came out from the back, your eyes going wide before you ducked behind the counter, trying to hide from the store manager.

“I saw you, Henderson,” Keith said.

As you stood, you smiled shyly, resting an arm on the counter. “Heeeeey, Keith. Haven’t I told you that–”

“You’re not checking it out again,” he said.

“Oh, come on!” you whined. “Why not?”

“We have a three rent rule. You can only rent a movie three times.”

“What?! That’s not a rule!”

“That’s my rule.”

Narrowing your eyes, you asked quietly, “Is this because I wouldn’t go on a date with you when you were manager of the arcade?”

All he did was munch on a Cheeto Puff before he turned and walked back into the back of the store, leaving you to groan and toss your head back. “He’s such a dick.”

Chuckling, Steve typed something on the computer before walking around the counter to you. “Come on. Let’s go get some lunch and then after my shift, you and I can hang out. Have our own little movie night.”

You pretended to think about it for a moment before locking your eyes with Steve’s, chuckling when you saw the deadpan expression on his face. “Okay, okay. We can do that. I’ll have to go get some popcorn and candy.”

“Why don’t you guys start early?” Robin said. “Steve, I’ll tell Keith some lame excuse so that you and this fine lady here can enjoy each other’s company.”

“That’s okay, Robin,” you said. “I have some things to take care of at home first before his shift ends.”

“Are you sure?” they asked.

Chuckling, you replied, “Yes, twins, I’m sure.” Looking at Steve, you looped your arm through his, smiling. “Let’s go, Harrington!”

~~~

After you and Steve had lunch, he took you both back to Family Video, where your car was. You told him that you had to go home for a little while but that you’d be at his house after getting the popcorn and candy for your impromptu movie night.

As you were folding your laundry that you washed earlier in the day, your landline rang. Without looking away from the shirt you had grabbed from your laundry basket, you picked the receiver up, putting it in between your ear and shoulder. “You’ve reached the best looking Henderson, what’s up?” A chuckle on the other end had you sighing. “What do you want, Munson?”

“Just wondering if Dustin is coming to Hellfire tonight, princess. That’s all.”

“I play one freaking time and you all refer to me as princess since.”

“It’s adorable.”

“You’re adorable,” you deadpan. “Uhm, I’m not sure. Why not call the house and ask?”

Eddie sighed on his end. “I did, but he told me to call you and ask if you could bring him.”

Looking off the side, you scrunched your brows, pausing your motions of putting the shirt on a hanger. “He couldn’t have just asked me to bring him, or you for that matter?”

“Eh, it’s more fun to annoy you.” You could hear the smugness in his voice as you closed your eyes and sighed heavily. “I already know what you’re going to say, so thank you, princess.”

“You’re fucking welcome,” you gritted through clenched teeth. “I have to run a couple of errands before I drop him off, but it’s your responsibility to bring him home, Munson!”

“Don’t worry, m’lady. He will be home, safe and sound after Hellfire.”

A small smile crossed your face. “Thanks, Munson.” As the two of you hung up, you sighed, thanking the stars above that Dustin had another older male figure in his life other than Steve, who worked a lot and barely had time for Dustin.

The thought made you sad as you put another shirt on another hanger before your phone rang again. A groan fell from your lips, your head tilting back in frustration before you picked the receiver back up, answering with “Henderson.”

“Should I come pick you up?”

“Steve-”

“I know you said you needed to run-”

“I have to take Dustin to Hellfire tonight, but I’ll get the stuff and be over right after. I promise!”

“Okay,” Steve chuckled. “Don’t forget the stuff!”

“What makes you think I’m gonna forget?”

~~~

“I forgot the stuff,” you said after Steve opened his door, a sheepish smile on your face.

All Steve could do was chuckle and shake his head, Standing to the side, he let you walk in as you rambled.

“I took Dustin to Hellfire, and I was gonna go before I took him, but he was super insistent-” Stealing a glance at him through your lashes, you muttered, “You know how he can be-” Going back to taking off your coat and shoes. “So, when we got to the school, the Club was outside and they wanted me to hang out for a minute, so I did and then one minute led to another and next thing I knew-” You started walking into the kitchen. “I had lost track of the time and when it hit me that I had actual plans with you, I was rushing out of the school, trying not to break any road ru-” You turned around, not seeing Steve standing behind you. “Steve?”

“Living room,” he chuckled.

Walking into the living room with the drinks you had grabbed from the fridge during your rant, you sighed. Setting the drinks down, you sat on the couch, propping your feet up on the table in front of you, crossing your ankles. “So, what movie is going to be gracing our eyes tonight, dear Steven?”

Steve slightly stiffened at you calling him by his full first name. He didn’t know why, but he loved you calling him that. It made his cock twitch in his pants. Sighing to himself, that didn’t go unnoticed by you, he messed with the VCR before standing from his squatting position. “You’ll see,” he replied, walking over to sit next to you.

“Is it Fast Times? I swear to shit, Steve, if it’s Fast Times again–”

“You. Will. See,” he said, poking your leg with two words before poking your side with the last word.

“Okay, don’t tickle me or else we’ll be rolling on the floor having a tickle fight.”

While the previews played, you got comfortable against Steve, resting your head against his shoulder as his arm came to wrap around you. As he lightly rubbed up and down your arm, he asked, “Did you finish your book today?”

“Almost,” you sighed. “I have a few pages left, but when I went to go start on the last chapter, Dustin almost got my door stuck in the wall with how hard he opened it.”

Steve chuckled, continuing the motions on your arm. “I forget you guys have pocket doors.”

“It’s a blessing and a curse sometimes.” Your eyes lit up as you looked at the tv screen, seeing The Outsiders title card. Sitting straight up, your eyes widened in excitement and happiness before you turned to look at Steve. “You rented it?!”

Nodding his head, Steve smiled softly. “You wanted to watch it, so I- oh, shit!” He laughed as you launched yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” You pressed a kiss to his cheek, causing him to laugh.

“You’re welcome. Now, sit down so we can watch it.”

About halfway through the movie, you started to yawn, moving your head to get more comfortable on Steve’s shoulder.

Steve chuckled, trying to look down at you. “you tired?”

Yawning again, you nodded. “A little. I cleaned and did laundry today. That normally makes me really tired once I’ve-” Yawn. “-had some time to relax.”

“Do you want to go to bed?”

You looked up at him, smiling a little. “Sure.” As you were getting up, you notice Steve hesitate for a moment. scrunching your brows, you placed a hand on his forearm, asking, “are you okay?”

He looked at you before sitting up to face you some. “Yeah, I'm fine. there’s just… there’s just something I wanna do before we head to bed.”

“What’s-” your words were cut off by Steve gently placing his lips on yours, waiting to see what your reaction would be.

You were shocked, to say the least, and he didn’t move not one muscle, letting you take the lead on the kiss.

After a moment, he went to pull back, but stopped when your hands cupped either side of his neck, pressing your lips against his.

Your lips moved in sync for a moment, the two of you in kissing bliss… before a throat being cleared had you two breaking apart.

“No funny business, son,” his father said. “Either go up stairs and show her the guest room or take her home.” Mr. Harrington walked away towards his own bedroom as Steve took your hand in his to lead you upstairs.

“Don’t take me to the guest room,” you whispered. “Take me to yours. I wanna finish what we started.” You had a sly smile on your lips as you followed Steve up to his room.

Once inside his little safe haven, he closed the door and grabbed your waist, pulling you toward him before he guided you back to his mattress.

When your back hit the mattress, you started to get nervous. hearing all the girls at school talk about steve and what he did right before sex had you wondering what they were talking about back then. Now that you were seeing first hand, your nerves were starting to show.

He crawled on top of you, a small smile adorning his features before he kissed you again. He went to kiss your neck, not missing the light gasp that came from your mouth.

“Mmm, Steve?”

“Yeah, baby?” he whispered.

“M-maybe we should, uhm… should take things a little slow,” you said, it coming out more as a question than a statement.

He looked at you, cupping your cheek. “We can go at whatever pace you want.”

“Okay,” you breathed, smiling. “ ‘cause I've, uhm… I’ve never-”

Realization dawned on him as you stammered out your words before he quietly asked, “Are you a virgin?”

Looking down at his shirt, you messed with a spot on it, hesitantly nodding your head. When you looked back up at him, he was softly smiling back at you.

“That's okay, baby. I'm glad you told me. Like I said, we can go at whatever pace you want.”

With tears starting to shine in your eyes, you just looked at him, thanking the stars above that they put Steve Harrington into your life. “Thank you,” you whispered.

He kissed you again before getting up off the bed to retrieve some pajama pants for himself, and one of his sleeping shirts for you.

That night, you had the best sleep since November 1983. you almost forgot what it felt like to sleep that good! and it was all thanks to Steve Harrington.

~~~

After that night, you and Steve were practically joined at the hip for the next month! By Christmas, he was calling you his girlfriend, which you didn’t mind not one bit.

You found yourself ready for intimacy with Steve. You’d been hinting at it while Christmas shopping for your friends and families. Deciding to hint at it one more time to see if he would catch on while the two of you shopped, you stopped at the Victoria’s Secret storefront for a moment before walking inside the store.

“Hey, Steve?” you called after a few minutes of looking around. “What do you think about this?”

Steve walked over towards you, seeing a very sexy piece of lingerie in your hands. “F-for what?” he asked, putting his hands in his pockets. His nervous tick you had noticed way back in high school.

“For me?” you questioned, looking at him with your brows scrunched. “I mean, it’s cute, right?” You went back to looking at the material in your hands. “It’d be cute on, sure, but… wouldn’t it be cute-” You turned to look at him, running your finger up and down his jacket, seductively. “-on your bedroom floor?”

You watched as Steve’s Adam's apple bobbed up and down. Cheering internally, you were so proud of yourself for taking a step out of your comfort zone. What you didn’t know was that Steve’s cock twitched again when you said it.

Sighing, you looked at the rack and put the piece of lingerie back, looking at it almost longingly. You knew you were putting on an act, but Steve didn’t. It’s what made it fun for you, despite your inexperience.

Steve had inkling that you were probably getting to give him what you both really wanted, but he ended up shooting that idea down when you told him you didn’t want to talk about it a couple of weeks back.

It’s not that you didn’t want to talk about. It’s that if you did talk about it, you’d want to jump his bones right then and there… when you weren’t ready. And now that you were ready, it seemed like Steve went radio silent on talking about sex.

When Steve had told you that he was gonna go look for one more person to buy a Christmas gift for, your eyes went sad before you nodded and agreed to meet him in the food court. Once he walked away, you smirked slyly to yourself, picking the piece of lingerie back up and walking to the counter, purchasing the material for yourself, deciding that tonight… was going to be the night.

~~~

After you and Steve had met in the food court, you both agreed it was time to go back to his house since your parents were having a Christmas party with all of their friends, something you definitely were not interested in doing at the moment.

When you two made it back to Steve’s house, you told him you needed to do something before you sat down on the couch to enjoy a quiet movie night together. With a smile on your face, you ran up the stairs and to his room, shutting the door before moving to his attached bathroom.

Taking the lingerie out of the bag, your smile fell into a satisfied one as you looked at it. With a contented sigh, you nodded your head, placing it onto the counter part of the sink, removing your clothes and undergarments from the day to put the lingerie on. Deciding to put on some of Steve’s favorite pajamas that you wore, you went to the drawer that housed your pajamas, grabbing the ones you needed out.

After you got dressed, you went back down the stairs, smelling the popcorn that Steve had apparently made. If you hadn’t had sexy underwear on, you’d be more excited about the popcorn.

You wrapped your arms around his middle once you made it to the kitchen, resting your cheek on his back, faintly hearing his heartbeat through his back.

“Well, hello,” Steve said, smiling. He turned around, your head tilting back a little to look at him better as his hands came to your cheeks. “You ready for our movie?”

“Is it-”

“A Christmas Story? Yes. I know you love to watch it during this time of the year.”

All you could do was smile at your boyfriend. You hadn’t been together long, but you could feel the love you had for each other. You also decided that tonight was the night you’d tell him those three words.

Reaching around Steve, you grabbed the popcorn, popping a piece into your mouth while turning and walking into the living room, giving your hips little more swing than normal.

Steve gulped, resting his hands on the counter behind him. “Fuck. I’m in trouble,” he whispered to himself. He grabbed the two water bottles he retrieved from the refrigerator as the popcorn was popping before going into the living with you, stopping dead in his tracks at seeing what you were wearing.

Trying to be as seductive as ever, you put a piece of popcorn into your mouth, asking, “See what you like, Steve?”

He didn’t hesitate to nod as he walked closer to you. After he set the water bottles down, he grabbed the bowl from you, setting it on the table before placing his lips on yours in a searing kiss.

You squealed in surprise before closing your eyes to wrap your arms around Steve’s neck, kissing him back with the same amount of fervor he was kissing you with. Your body moved before you could even think about it, sliding down the couch so that the two of you could get more comfortable.

Steve slotted himself in between your legs, propping himself up on his arms to not crush you. He moved his lips in sync with yours for what felt like forever before he moved his lips from yours to your cheek down to your jaw and neck, where he found your sweet spot, lightly sucking when he heard your gasp of pleasure.

Your fingers carded through the back of his hair, keeping him in place while he worked on your skin. A moan that had escaped had him laughing and kissing that spot he was attacking before looking you in the eyes.

“You like that?” he asked.

With your bottom lip in between your teeth, you nodded before kissing him again, your lips moving in sync before his tongue asked for entrance to your mouth, which you granted. Groaning at the feel on your tongue on his, Steve brought a hand to your outer thigh, hiking your leg up on his hip.

“Steve,” you quietly moaned. “I have,-” His lips on the juncture of your neck and shoulder had you gasping. “I have something,-” Your teeth went in between your teeth as you groaned. “I have-,” Steve moved to your shoulder, pulling the top of your sleeve down before stopping at what he saw. When you looked at his eyes, you giggled. “I was trying to tell you that I have something to show you.”

Lightly pushing Steve off of you, you sat up and stood by the couch, a playful smirk on your face before you turned and ran away from him, laughing. He lightly chuckled as he looked down before taking a deep breath in and getting up from the couch, chasing after you.

He found you in his room, and he almost fell at the sight before him. You, in the lingerie you had shown him at the mall just a few hours before. “You-you bought it in r-red?” he stuttered.

When your eyes met, you nodded shyly, feeling a tad insecure just standing in some sexy underwear in front of him. This was way out of your comfort zone. Excitement burst through you as you watched Steve take his shirt off as he walked towards you, his hands going to your cheeks after he discarded the item to the floor, crashing his lips against yours in a kiss that could only be described as heated and hungry.

You moaned into the kiss as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He picked you up, your legs going around his middle as he turned you both around to lay you down onto his bed, your bodies bouncing with the action.

Detaching his lips from yours, Steve sat back on his legs, running his hands up your thighs to the top of your panites. “Can I take these off?” he asked.

With your teeth between your lips, you nodded.

He gave you a questioning look, asking, “Are you sure? Because once these come off, there’s no going back.”

“I’m sure,” you whispered. “I’m ready. I want you to take me. Deflower me, as they would say.” Sitting up, you placed your hands on his chest, fingers lightly scratching at the hair that was there. “You’re it for me, Steve. Take it… because I want you to be the one who takes my virginity. Because…” It’s now or never. “...because I love you.”

“Fuck, I love you, too,” he breathed, moving to press his lips against yours before gently laying you back. Slowly pulling the panties down your legs, Steve kept his eyes on you, not wanting to make you feel uncomfortable in the slightest.

When he pulled the item off, he dropped them to the ground before looking at your knees that were tightly shut. Gently, he pried them apart, not taking his eyes off of you for a second. “Don’t be scared,” he whispered, leaning down to hover over you. “You have not a damn thing to hide from me.”

You nodded before situating yourself up the mattress more, resting your head on his pillow before releasing a deep breath and looking down at Steve, who was already laying on his stomach, looking at your core in awe.

“You’re so wet,” he muttered. Looking up at you, he asked, “This all for me?”

Tentatively, you nodded, doing your best to relax your knees. “All for you, Stevie.” At his look of disapproval, your anxiety started to spike.

He placed his hands on your thighs as you tried to close your legs. “Not Stevie. Not tonight.”

“S-Steve?” you asked, to which he shook his head. “Steven?”

He all but growled as he looked at your wet heat, licking a strip from your entrance up to your clit, your head tossing back into the pillows as you gasped, your hands coming up to rest beside your head.

“Oh, my god,” you breathed. “Steven!”

“That’s right, baby,” he said. “Say my name. Screeeeeam my name.”

“Steve,” you whispered, feeling his tongue attack your clit. You gripped the underside of his pillow for some sort of support as he licked another stripe up your core, stopping on your clit. His attention on your bud was almost like he was licking an ice cream cone on a hot summer day.

Moving one of your hands to your thigh, your fingers laced with Steve’s as you felt your orgasm building. “Oh, my god!” you whined. Looking down at Steve, you breathed, “Holy shit.”

Looking up at you, Steve asked, “It okay if I finger you?”

Quickly nodding your head, you said, “Yes,” before another whine left your throat at the feel of two of Steve’s fingers sliding into you with ease from all the slick that you and Steve had built up.

Your moans came out as pants as you squeezed Steve’s hand, feeling him squeeze yours back. “St-Steve… I’m gonna cum.” A frustrated groan sounded from you when you felt Steve stop all movements. Glaring down at him, you narrowed your eyes, saying, “I swear to god, Steven-.” Your words were cut when he dove back into your core, a moan of his name falling from your lips as you came all over his fingers.

Steve helped you ride out your high, giving you sweet praises as he kissed your inner thigh. “That’s it, baby. You did so good.” Crawling back over you, he smiled before placing his lips on yours, your lips moving in sync as you worked on unbuckling his belt, removing it from its loops on his jeans.

Standing from the bed, Steve slid jeans and boxers down as you propped up on your elbows, teeth right back in between your teeth. He chuckled at you as your eyes went from his eyes, to his chest, his abdomen, and then finally, on his cock.

Nerves started to creep back in as you trailed your eyes back up his body. “Is… it’s gonna fit, right?” you asked, watching as he slid the condom onto his length before crawling back over you.

He nodded, running a finger through your folds. “It’ll fit.” Grabbing his shaft, he gathered as much wetness from your entrance as he could before going still, letting out a breath. Looking at you, he asked, “It’s gonna hurt. Are you ready for it?”

You let out your own breath, closing your eyes to ready yourself. When you opened your eyes, you looked into the hazel orbs that you loved so much. Threading your hands through the sides of his hair, you nodded, whispering, “I’m ready.”

Steve looked at you for a moment before kissing you, gently, while pushing himself inside of you.

A pained gasp sounded from you, tears springing to your eyes at the intrusion as you squeezed them shut while Steve rested his forehead on your shoulder, grunting. Kissing your shoulder all the way up to the side of your mouth, he voiced his apologies, bringing his arms up to cage in your head, wiping your tears away.

The head of his cock was the only thing inside of you, so when he tried to move in a little more, you whimpered.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” he whispered, kissing your cheek.

You shook your head, swallowing the next whimper that wanted to escape. “It’s okay, it’s fine. Just… gimme a second. You’re fucking huge.”

Sighing, he said, “You’re so fucking tight.” He looked at you, moving hair from your forehead, saying, “Baby, look at me.”

Opening your eyes, you felt two tears fall from the corners down to your ears. He watched as they fell, catching them before they could fall to your ears.

“I gotta try some more or else I’m gonna explode.”

Your chuckle turned into a whimper, almost forgetting that his dick was partially inside you. You took a deep breath, releasing it as you said, “Okay.” Nodding you repeated the word, adding, “Kiss me while you do. It might help the small amount of p-”

He kissed you before you could finish your sentence, pushing inside until he was fully sheathed.

Breaking the kiss, your head pressed further into the pillow as you loudly exclaimed, “Fuck! That hurts.”

Ever the gentleman that he was, Steve let you adjust to his size as he pressed light kisses all over your cheek, feeling your quick breaths as you adjusted, the pain turning into pleasure.

You sighed, taking the sides of his neck in your hands to bring his face level with yours. “You-you can move now. I think I’m good.”

Steve didn’t say anything as he kissed you, pulling out almost all the way before sliding back in, the both of you hissing. He set a slow pace to help you get acquainted with the feel of his cock sliding in and out.

“More,” you gasped. “Steven… more.”

“Fuck,” he muttered, going at a faster pace, whines of pleasure meeting his ears. “You feel incredible, baby girl.”

You moaned, arching your back at the use of the nickname before whining in pleasure as Steve bucked a little harder than he intended. “Fuck, Steve. Do that again.”

He looked at you, stopping his movements. “You sure?”

“I swear to fuck, Steve, if you don’t move-” Your words were cut off by a gasp in pleasure at the feel of Steve’s hips snapping into yours. “Ho-ly shit,” you said with each thrust of his hips.

“Goddamn, you feel incredible,” Steve grunted.

“You might’ve mentioned that,” you said, a smile on your face.

Gasping, you carded your fingers through the back of his head, gripping onto his locks gently as he brought his fingers to your clit, circling the sensitive nub. “Mmm!” you half moaned, half whined, your bottom lip between your teeth. “Steven! I’m gonna-” Your words were once again cut off as your release hit you before you could voice it.

“Shit, baby girl. I’m gonna cum,” Steve breathed, his thrusts growing sloppy. One, two, three, four, five more thrusts and he was spent, his seed spilling into the condom.

You could feel him pulsing inside of you, which was a weird feeling in and of itself

The two of you stayed like that for a moment, trying to catch your breaths… before you started giggling, which turned into full on laughter.

Steve looked at you with concern. “Baby?”

“Oh, my god,” you laughed. You looked at him, trying to control your laughter. “I’ve never cum that hard in my life.”

Steve chuckled, resting his forehead on your shoulder. With a soft groan, he lifted himself up to rest on his hands, looking at you with so much love and adoration. “I have pull out now ‘cause I’m starting to get soft.”

You nodded, ready for that small amount of sting that everyone talks about. Hissing came from both of you as he pulled out. But what you felt wasn’t pain, it was the feeling of the tiniest bit of overstimulation, your body jolting a little.

“You okay?” Steve asked, sitting back on his knees, rubbing your calf.

Your answer came as a nod, a sigh falling from your lips as he nodded to himself, bending over to kiss your knee before getting up off the bed to clean himself up. Not knowing what to do, you sat up on your elbows, looking around his room.

When you turned over to look at his nightstand, you noticed the picture frame sitting next to his lamp. Inside was a picture of the two of you after one of Steve’s basketball games.You both were smiling big, but as you were looking at the camera, Steve was looking at you. That was a happy day for the two of you.

The Hawkins High Tigers had won that game, and you both were elated, high on adrenaline. That was the night the two of you realized that you liked each other more than friends, but never voiced anything to each other, not knowing you both felt the same.

When Steve came out of his bathroom sighing, he looked up at you, seeing the frame in your hand that you had picked while thinking about that night. “What’cha doing?” Steve asked, crawling on the bed behind you, kissing your shoulder.

“Thinking about the night this picture was taken,” you said, hissing at the end from the feel of something warm on your sore core. Taking a deep breath, you released it as you turned to lay on your back, picture frame still in your hand above your face. “That night…-” you whispered. “...was the night I realized I liked you as more than a friend.”

Steve laid next to you, kissing your shoulder again as he put his arm around your middle. He looked at the picture, smiling to himself as he also thought about that night. When he saw in the crowd, cheering him on while wearing his number on your face, he knew. He knew that you were the one for him.

He played his heart out that night, only taking a couple breaks to catch his breath. When he turned to see if you were looking at him or watching the game, he would smile to himself, seeing you angry at something the other team did to the Hawkins players.

When you placed the picture back on his nightstand, he sighed softly, closing his eyes before opening them up again at feeling you move under his arm. Laying on your side, you looked at him, staring into those hazel eyes that you fell in love with all those years ago.

“Thank you,” you whispered, bringing your arm up between the two of you, placing your fingertips on his jaw.

“For what?” he asked, softly.

“Giving me the best night of my life.” Smiling, you cupped his face the best you could, lifting your head from the pillow the slightest bit to press a kiss to his lips.

“You’re welcome,” he replied, pressing his lips back on yours.

Before the two of you feel asleep just as you were, your asses bare for the world to see, you both said those three words that were confessed earlier in the night.

“I love you.”

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Posted on January 13, 2024

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mirapril · 2 years ago

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Hi, I would like some Castlevania headcanons please! About Alucard having a younger sibling but the sibling is still a child :D

OMGGG MY FIRST REQUEST!!! Ty sm for the request <3

so sorry I didn't see it until now 😭

since gender wasn't specified ill make reader gn

also this is my first time writing headcanons so I hope this is good enough😭

Feel free to give me any feedback or constructive criticism <3

Alucard x child!sibling!gn!reader Headcanons

fluffy brother/little sibling stuff

word count: 557

warnings: none, a little bit angsty at the end

When BigBrother!Alucard met you for the first time he swore on his life that he'd always protect you no matter what. no man nor beast will ever be able to harm you. not while he was around

While your mother was treating people of the village and your father was down in his lab researching, your big brother would play with you to keep you from causing any trouble

You’d play things like hide and seek together, which wasn’t really fair since he was as way more experienced with his powers than you are at your young age :(

"Adrian, this isn't fair! you're way older and faster than me!"

"You're the one who said you wanted to have a race y/n. You'll never get faster if you don't try you know."

When I say he’d do anything for you I mean it

He’d especially get into trouble with his father for you

On one occasion he had taken one of your fathers “pretty” science tubes but ended up knocking something important onto some also very important blueprints

Your father kept a very close eye on you both when you were around his lab after that

BigBrother!Alucard is also in charge of making sure you don’t get yourself lost in the woods around your home

You’d purposefully leave the house without telling anyone just so your older brother would have to find you

You loved when he had to chase you around big trees and across wide ponds with rocks surrounding them

Of course, he could easily catch you but usually he’d let you have your fun

He did have mini heart attacks whenever you’d run too fast around the steep and slippery rocks

His main worry was you falling and hitting your head on a rock or falling into the river

"Y/n! Watch where you're running! You don't want to run into another tree do you?"

Also BigBrother!Alucard is basically your tutor

Your parents taught you too, but you preferred your brother's teachings because he made lessons more fun for you

There was a time when your whole family went on one of your fathers' trips since he loved to travel so much

You got to see all sorts of sights together :)

For obvious reasons, your family didn't get out much, so it was a nice change of scenery for the four of you

After the death of your mother and father Alucard was the only one you had left

Alucard was worried about how your little brain was going to process such a loss, but he did his best to comfort you

It was hard for him to act like not only a brother, but a mother and father for you

You were very much brighter than most children at your age so you saw how much it was taking a toll on your brother

You tried to comfort him the best you could

"Don't worry Adrian. I don't feel so lonely because you look so much like mama! It's like I have you and her in one person :)"

He usually just laughed it off when you said strange things like that

He was also sad that you were literally growing up way faster than regular children should

He missed when you were small enough for him to cradle you in one arm

i got sad at the end cuz i was listening to music and i thought about reader and alucard growing up together :(

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Merry and Bright

Day 9 of 12 Days of Ficmas

Pairing: Tim Bradford x fem!reader (The Rookie)

Summary: You invite Tim over on Christmas Eve, but he says he's working. A Christmas miracle occurs and Tim knocks on your door, presents in tow.

Word Count: 1.4k+ words

Warnings: so much fluff. How the Grinch Stole Christmas references. Tim is probably OOC. I made up some stuff about Tim and his sister.

A/N: I haven't written for Tim Bradford yet, so please feel free to leave feedback and let me know what you think! I'd like to keep writing for him and try to capture his amazing character better so please feel free to send requests if you have any!

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Since you inserted yourself into Tim’s life, barging your way in with a basket of goodies after moving in next door, he has quickly become one of your best friends. If he’s undeniably handsome and one of the most caring men you’ve ever met despite his grumpy exterior, so what? You asked yourself that the first time you invited him over for dinner, but now it’s a weekly occurrence, and it is your week to cook.

Your favorite one-pan dish is in the oven, and the game is queued on your television, but all that’s missing is Tim Bradford. As you decorated for Christmas this year, you thought about him and how his sister isn’t coming to LA for the holidays, leaving him alone. You’ve since decided to do something about that.

“Anyone home?” Tim asks as he opens your door. “Because I know I’ve told you more times than I can count to lock your door.”

You look around the corner and smile at him as you argue, “My neighbor’s a cop, it’ll be fine.”

“Sergeant, not a cop.”

“My apologies, Sergeant Bradford.”

He smiles at you, less rare than it used to be, but a moment you take the time to appreciate, never knowing when he will grace you with another one.

“So, I know your sister isn’t visiting,” you begin, “and I was wondering if you’d be interested in spending Christmas here?”

Tim glances at your Christmas tree before answering. “I would love to, and I can’t thank you enough for thinking of me and offering, but I’m working Christmas Eve.”

“Okay,” you say, nodding as you smile. “I just wanted to extend the invitation.”

You turn around to remove dinner from the oven, and Tim places a hand on your arm, stopping you.

“Thank you,” he repeats quietly and bordering on reverent. “I really appreciate it.”

“Of course. You’re always welcome here.”

“I’m sorry. I would come if I could.”

“Tim, it’s fine. I’ll just have to give you your giant stack of gifts later,” you tease.

Tim nods, removing his hand from your arm and watching you turn away, his heart trying to decide whether it wants to shrink or grow.

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“Bradford, are you good?” Wade asks as he leaves the station.

“Fantastic,” he mumbles. Wade looks at him, unconvinced, and he sighs before saying, “I just wish I could be somewhere else. I’m glad I could help out the officers with families, with kids, and give them the night off, but…”

“You’re regretting it?” Wade finishes.

“Not exactly.”

“Well, if you want to come over when you get off, we’ll leave the lights on,” Wade offers.

“Thanks,” Tim says. He doesn’t add: I’ve got somewhere else I’d rather be.

Someone walks up behind Tim and places a Santa hat on his head.

“Cheer up, Grinchy,” Angela calls, walking out of the station. “Merry Christmas, Tim!”

“Yeah,” Tim says, more to himself than her.

“Dude, we need to find you a K9 named Max, finish off the Grinch look,” Aaron teases, sitting next to Tim as his shift begins. He’s working tonight for the same reason Tim is: to let the officers with families spend Christmas with their loved ones.

“Oh, should we get him a little heart pin, too, and try to make it grow?” Nolan chimes in.

“Sorry, Bradford, but you’re just so… Grinchy,” Aaron says.

Tim laughs, shaking his head as the Santa hat shifts with his movement. Nolan and Aaron look at each other in horror and amusement at the fact that Tim Bradford, who is wearing a Santa hat, just laughed. Tim, however, is only thinking of you and how you’d absolutely agree with them. Although, if you were here, or if he was with you, he wouldn’t be quite so Grinchy.

“Merry Christmas, LAPD!” Officer Jan announces, entering the station in a full Santa costume. “I have come to relieve one lucky soul of Christmas Eve duty.”

“Bradford!” Aaron and Nolan yell. “He has somewhere to be.”

“How do you-?” Tim asks.

“It’s all over your face,” Aaron says as Nolan answers, “Go get her… whoever she is.”

Tim looks at Jan, who nods encouragingly. Tim jumps to his feet and runs to his locker. He’s heading home for Christmas, but he has one stop. As he changes before climbing in his truck, he makes a mental list of everything he needs. Merry Christmas to all, Tim thinks.

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You smile at the ending of the Christmas movie on your television, your thoughts drifting to Tim as you wonder what it would be like to have him here. As you try to focus on the movie again, someone knocks on your door.

When you open it, you don’t expect to see Tim in a Santa hat and holding several gift bags. Your eyes widen, and your smile returns as you let him in, closing the door behind him. He opens his mouth to say something, but you wrap your arms around his shoulders and hug him tightly before he gets the chance. His arms wrap around you, loosely at first, before tightening when a Christmas song begins playing through your speakers as the credits roll.

“I brought gifts,” he says against your shoulder.

“You didn’t have to. I just wanted to see you,” you reply.

He squeezes you once more, and you slowly step back, pulling out of the hug and looking up into Tim’s eyes.

“You brought hot chocolate?” you ask, stealing a peek into one of the bags.

“It’s Christmas,” he answers, as if it’s obvious.

“Didn’t take you for the sentimental type.”

“I’m not always.”

You smile and gesture for him to follow you, leading him into the kitchen and pulling two Christmas-themed mugs from your cupboard.

“Thank you for coming,” you tell him.

“Thanks for inviting me.”

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After making the hot chocolate, you return to the couch and turn on A Charlie Brown Christmas as you resist leaning into Tim’s side.

“This is one of my favorites,” he says quietly, “my sister and I watched it every time it was on cable growing up.”

“It’s a classic,” you agree.

“We would watch it, drink hot cocoa or cider, whatever was in the kitchen, and exchange one gift on Christmas Eve,” Tim adds.

“Do you want to open a gift?” you ask, facing him. “There’s only a few hours until Christmas anyway.”

Tim thinks for a moment and then smiles at you. “Just one.”

You stand, retrieving a small box from under the tree while he pulls a gift from one of the bags. When you sit back down, you sit a little closer than before. He opens his present first, smiling and leaning in to hug you as he thanks you. When you open yours, you see a gift you’ve wanted for years but no one ever remembered. You start to thank him, but something happens along the way, and instead, your lips land on his. His hand raises to your arm as he reciprocates, but you realise your mistake (was it really a mistake? you ask yourself) and pull back.

“I’m sorry,” you say.

His hand slides up your arm to rest at the back of your neck. You see a new smile as he pulls you back in. Pressing your hand against his chest, you stop yourself.

“Are you sure?” you whisper.

“Have you ever seen me so merry and bright?” he asks, his smile the widest you’ve ever seen.

You pick up the pompom at the end of his Santa hat and chuckle. “You are pretty cuddly,” you reply, noticing his other arm has wrapped around your waist.

He rolls his eyes, still smiling as he kisses you again. You shift backward, your hand landing on the remote and resuming the movie. Tim laughs as he pulls back, pulling you against him.

“How’d you get off work?” you ask.

“Jan came in and offered to cover for one of us, and I was volunteered because I was being too ‘Grinchy.’”

You gasp in faux surprise. “Tim Bradford? You? Grinchy? I can’t imagine it.”

He smiles, and you lean in to kiss him again, your new favorite pastime.

“Thank you for coming. This is the best Christmas ever,” you say against his lips.

“Until next year?” Tim asks.

“What happens next year?”

“We’ll see.”

“And for now we’re merry and bright?” you respond.

“The merriest and the brightest,” Tim jokes, pulling you against his side as Charlie Brown appears on screen.

Merry and Bright, indeed.

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