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ozarkthedog · 9 months ago

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐃

summary: while doing a deal with Marc, Joel comes to collect your debt.

pairing: (mob enforcer!Joel Miller x afab!reader) x dealer!Marc Spector.

warnings: 18+ mdni. dub con -> read responsibly. alt universe. soft!dark. no physical descriptors of reader. power imbalance. threats. debt to the mob. weed. no m/m. oral sex (f&m). rough sex. dirty talk. spit roasting. shotgunning. aftercare. w.c. 4.2k

author's note: honestly, this started out as pure filth/pwp, then it turned into so much more. there is potential for multiple parts, mostly revolving around Joel x reader. don't hold me to it, but like i said, this took on a life of its own, and now i'm madly in love with mob enforcer!Joel.

huge thank you to @ghotifishreads for beta-ing and being such a wonderful, supportive friend.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 ♁ 𝐎𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲

The carpet in your tiny living room was slowly developing a hole from your pacing back and forth. You love this apartment. Sure, the faucets drip, and the dingy wallpaper started peeling the day you moved in, but it was all yours.

Since you moved to the big city after leaving home, you took any job you could find. You knew starting out on your own would be tough, but you could grin and bear it. Anything was better than small-town life. You wanted adventure, to see what the world had to offer.

What you didn’t plan on was getting involved with the wrong kind of people.

When you fell months behind on rent, a co-worker mentioned she knew someone who could help.

It was too good to be true, you thought, as you slowly walked into a smokey nightclub around midnight. Uptempo Spanish music played in the background as patrons drank at the bar, loudly singing and chattering. You tread deeper into the club, entering a VIP section where multiple gorgeous women sat on the laps of intimidating, finely dressed men in expensive suits.

Various sets of eyes spot you the moment you cross the threshold, but only one set feels like they’re burning into your soul.

An unnerving man with piercing brown eyes holds your wary gaze. He’s draped in a long, brown leather coat, and streaks of gray pepper his temples. He stands to the side, leaning against the wall, and watches with intrigue as you shift nervously on your feet.

His arms are crossed. A mustache tops his lips, which are etched in a permanent scowl as if he’s a dog that’s been kicked too many times. Still, he’s among the most handsome men you’ve seen since coming to the city.

He pushed off the wall with his broad shoulders, finally breaking his stare, and leaned down to whisper in the ear of a younger man seated at the head of the table, presumably his boss.

“You need a little help, Sugar?” the younger man asked.

His dark hair is a mess of curls, and his cheekbones look like they could cut glass. “I could use some help around the club. There’s always a gentleman in need of some company.” His fingers traced along a woman's nylon thigh as he looked you up and down. His coy lips tugged into a smirk as the group quietly laughed.

The brown-eyed man's face grimaced at the younger man's tone. You want to curl in on yourself. The smoke in the air makes it hard to breathe. “Uh, no,” you start, tonguing your dry lips. “I just need to borrow some money.”

The younger man purses his lips and nods. “That can be arranged. Joel here will take care of you.” He motioned to the older man on his right and looked you over with a curious gaze before waving you away.

Joel, the mob boss's right-hand man, meets you in the dingy alley behind the club. Water drips off the corner of the rooftop from the storm that blew through earlier in the day. A gust of cool fall air blows through, and you hug yourself to keep warm.

You learn that Joel was a no-nonsense man, straight to the point. Clear and precise.

He thrusts a heavy bag into your hands, and the leather handle creaks under the weight. “You sure you know what you’re getting yourself into?” he asks, lighting a cigarette. Orange hues lit his features sinisterly as if he were a demon or creature from hell's depths.

You stood your ground, but the tremble in your voice gave you away. “Yeah, I know what I’m doing.”

Joel’s eyes go soft. It’s the first time he looks human since you first saw him. “That’s what I thought,” he muttered, shaking his head. He blows a long gust of smoke from his nose. “He expects to be paid, with interest, by the end of the month.”

You teethe your bottom lip with a nod as nauseous worry swarms your belly.

“I’ll be keeping an eye on you,” he states, thumbing at his lips. “Just so we know you haven’t run off with our money.”

Your eyes widen, and your knees slightly buckle. “No! I don’t plan on taking off. You don’t have to worry about that.” You trip over your words, frantically making sure he knows you won’t rip them off.

He chuckles at the sight. It’s a deep, dark rumble from years of smoking and drinking, and it makes your cunt throb. “We don’t think you will, but it’s part of the job. Besides, having to keep track of such a pretty face ain’t so bad.” he muses, a light smirk tugs at the corner of his lips.

An anxious, breathy laugh puffs from your chest. You hesitantly wring the leather handle as your eyes fall to the wet pavement.

A horn blares in the distance. Angry drivers yell into the night, breaking the perilous spell between you and the enforcer.

“If you ever need help with anythin', let me know, okay?” he offers before turning on his heel and returning to the club.

“How will I contact you? With a bat signal or something?” You asked quizzically.

He chuckled again, and it set your heart on fire. “Just call the club and ask for me, sweetheart.”

You were truly and utterly fucked.

It was the end of the month. Joel would arrive at 5pm to collect, and you had $50 measly dollars left in your bank account.

You’d squared up with your landlord and then some, paying for a few months in advance to show how grateful you were that he didn’t kick you out on the streets. What you didn’t plan on was getting fired from your job. You desperately tried to find another one, but you knew it was pointless as the end of the month slowly crept.

A knock on the door jars you from your thoughts. You scramble to open it, thankful your dealer was around today. You badly needed a smoke to curb your anxiety and impending doom.

Marc stands on your doorstep, beaming with his classic lopsided smile. “How’s it going?” He asks, making the short trip over to your couch, unbuttoning his long, black, and gray tweed coat before plopping down with a sigh.

“Uh, fine,” you reply quickly. “You know. Same old.”

“Same shit, different day, as I like to say.” He scratches his trimmed beard with a coy grin. He looks really good today. Dark gray hair gelled and tousled.

Nerves tug at your belly. You can taste the bitter doubt in the back of your throat.

Marc was a decent dealer. He let you start a tab when funds were low and gave you extra lighters and papers when needed. You knew to avoid crossing him, so what you had to do was extra tricky.

You sit on the floor across from him as he chucks a bag filled with joints onto the coffee table. Your body itches to feel the smoke burn your lungs.

“Wanna hang for a bit? Smoke with me?” you offer, already reaching for the joint with a timid smile.

Marc quirks a brow. He digs his phone out of his tweed jacket and checks the time. “Uh, yeah, sure. I can hang for a bit.”

You try to light the joint, but the lighter won’t spark.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Marc asks, taking the lighter from your shaky hands.

You silently nod and press the joint between your lips. Just as he lights the spliff, a knock sounds on your door.

You curse under your breath and hand the unlit joint to Marc. “Sorry. I’ll give whoever that is the boot.” He nods and sparks the joint, taking a long drag as you cross the distance to the door.

You yank open the door without thinking. “I don’t want anything you’re selli-”

“Hey there, Sweetheart,” a familiar, deep voice drawls.

You stand like a deer in headlights before the intimidating mob enforcer.

He wasn’t supposed to be here so early. That’s the last time you open your door without checking the peephole.

“What’re you doing here, Joel?” you inquire, leaning in close so Marc doesn’t hear. "I have until tonight to give you the money."

The older man's leather jacket is pulled tight around his rugged shoulders as he leans in your doorway. His salt and pepper curls look damp as if you were his first stop after he got out of the shower.

“The boss has plans later and wants to ensure you're paid up.”

You wanted to scream.

“This isn’t fair.” Your fists clench at your sides.

“That’s life, Sweetheart’.” Joel shrugs. “So, where’s the money?"

It takes every ounce of courage you have to stand your ground.

“No. The boss said I had until 5pm, so I won’t give you anything until then. Now kindly, leave.”

You slam the door, but not quickly enough. A worn boot slides between the frame and the door, halting your escape.

“God dammit,” Joel fumes, shoving the door open, sending you flying back into your living room.

You catch yourself before you fall and watch as the enforcer makes his way into your sacred space. Now you know what it feels like to be on his wrong side. He kicks the door shut with his foot, ready to pounce, but freezes when he sees Marc.

“Miller.” Marc acknowledges from his laid-back position on the couch, joint pinched between his fingers.

Joel’s jaw twitches. “Spector.”

“So, what’s going on here?” Marc asks, gesturing with a curious wave. He then blows a lungful of smoke into the room and flicks bits of burning embers into an ashtray.

“None of your business,” Joel grits before focusing his attention back on you.

You do your best not to cower in front of the large man as he stalks closer. “You don’t want to make the boss angry.” He says, in an eerily calm voice, one that makes your hair stand on end. “Where’s the money?”

“I don’t have it.” You admit, barely louder than a whisper.

His jaw clenches hard. He shakes his head in disbelief, hands perched on his hips. His eyes grow scarily dark. "That’s not what I want to hear.”

“I don’t know what to say. I have a few dollars left in my account,” Your voice wavers.

Joel drags a heavy palm over his face and sighs. “What were you thinking? How were you going to pay him?” He hooks a thumb over his shoulder to your dealer.

“I, uh, I had a plan.” Your fingers wring at the seam of your shirt, and nausea swarms your belly.

Marc stands and finally joins the conversation. “Yeah, I’d like to know how you intended to pay me.”

You shift on your feet, eyes darting between the two more prominent and influential men.

“I was going to offer to blow you.” The words tumble out so quickly that you wonder if they even heard you.

You wish the floor would open up and suck you in. It was bad enough that you had to resort to blowing your dealer, but now Joel was here to witness everything and most likely drag you to a certain death.

“For fucks sake,” the older man groans.

Marc’s brow shoots into his hairline. He whistles as his eyes drag down your body. “You sure got yourself into a real jam here, huh?” He licks his bottom lip and steps closer. “I think something could be arranged, at least on my end. What about you?” He claps a hand on Joel's back, barely moving the powerhouse of a man. He was an enforcer, after all. This job wasn’t just for anyone.

Joel shakes his head in dismay. His leather jacket creaks as he moves, lightning fast, quickly pinching your chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Here’s what’s gonna happen, Sweetheart.” He informs, “Since I’ve taken a likin’ to you, I’d hate to see you get hurt. I’ll pay off your debt.”

The heavy weight you’d dragged around for the last week falls from your shoulders. You didn’t realize you’d stop breathing until the sweet air rushed into your lungs.

“But,” he continues, rubbing his thumb across your bottom lip, “you’re going to pay me back in kind.”

The heaviness returns, except now you’re afraid the extreme weight will crush you.

Joel notices your racing thoughts. “Shh. No need to think,” he murmurs, letting his hand fall to your hip and making himself comfortable. “Just be grateful you’ve got to deal with only me and Spector.”

His eyes are solemn and tender, lost in his thoughts; his gaze travels across your face. You raise a cautious hand to his chest, feeling his heartbeat under the smooth leather. That magnetic pull you felt the first time you met him pulsed through your veins again, and you think he felt it, too.

Then, his features twisted with remorse. "This wasn't what I had in mind, but you've left me no choice, Sweetheart."

In a flash, Joel drags you across the worn floorboards and carelessly tosses you over the back of your couch. The air knocks from your lungs. Your ribs flash bright with pain. He moves too fast for you to protest and tugs your leggings off, throwing them across the small room.

“Best get to work, Spector, if you plan on getting your end of the deal,” Joel threatens the dealer as he crouches down, giving himself a front-row view of your exposed cunt.

“Let’s get a look at the goods.” His large, warm hands roughly spread your cheeks apart. “Fuck me. That’s a sweet looking pussy.” He drags a thumb up the slice of you, making your spine bow as your hands press into the cushions. “Already wet, too. My kinda girl.”

Unconsciously, you strike an elbow back, but an imposing figure grabs your flailing limb, halting your retaliation.

You forgot about the other man in the room.

“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t ever wonder how you’d look with my cock in your mouth,” Marc admits while fisting his length out.

He’s half-hard and already intimidating. You stare up at him incredulously while he grasps his veiny girth and traces your tightly closed mouth with the weeping, dusky pink tip. He smears his pre-cum on your skin, marking you before he begins his corruption.

Joel smacks your ass hard, making you yelp and shoving you onto the dealer’s awaiting cock. You instantly gag as Marc's hips pitch forward once he feels your warm, wet mouth. He curses under his breath, cages your head between his hands, and begins sawing his cock back and forth over your tongue.

His brute thrusts make you gag and spring tears to your eyes. “Come on now. Why the waterworks? This was your plan, after all,” Marc teases, patting your damp cheek.

Without warning, Joel’s tongue dives into your heat. A blazing heat erupts in your belly as he licks from end to end, wild and ferocious, not stopping until he tastes every inch of you.

You instinctively moan from the blissful arousal that begins to pulse from his treatment. He laves at your taint and tickles your untouched rosebud for a beat forcing your mind to somersault before traveling south to circle his tongue around your clit.

“Could eat this cunt all damn day,” he slurs against your throbbing core like he's drunk off you. “God damn, s’fuckin’ delicious.”

Joel sucks the tiny button into his mouth, earning a whole body shiver as you writhe against the couch. He rubs his nose against your soaked folds, making sure to take deep breaths while he eats you alive.

Marc leans to his left while he works his cock ruthlessly down your throat, making you sputter as the bulbous head prods your tonsils.

You hear a click. The sound of paper igniting and then a long, deep breath.

Marc leers down at you while holding the smoke in his lungs. He curls a hand around the back of your head and presses until the auburn wiry strands littering his girthy base tickle your nose. Then, he exhales, blowing a long, winding breath like a dragon down into your face.

Your vision blurs from the vapor. The trapped oxygen burns your lungs, and your body quivers from your helpless position while you gag sickly around his cock. Joel winds his arms under your belly, keeping you steady as you thrash anxiously.

When Marc finally lets you free, you sputter and suck down as much air as you can. A glossy strand of drool connects your lips to his throbbing cock. You sniff and wipe your mouth with the back of your hand as his fat length bounces in your view. “You look fuckin’ wasted, Kitten.” He quips with a languid laugh and takes another hit.

Joel stands behind you, knees cracking as he towers over your vulnerable body. You warily look over your shoulder when he grinds his against the soft skin of your ass.

You’re caught in his wretched stare like a deer in headlights. “Best hope this pussy fucks as good as it tastes,” he threatens, tapping his bulbous, weeping crown on your sticky folds.

Joel gives no warning before he steadily pushes his obscene length into your heat. Your jaw drops with a raspy wail, allowing Marc to fill your mouth again and mute your frantic moans. You feel every vein and girthy inch of Joel’s cock splitting you open, as well as Marc's, as he glides his thickness over your tongue.

It seems to go on forever until they bottom out harmoniously. Joel presses his hips against your ass, and his plush lips pull into a sneer as your core stretches to accommodate him. “Oh, Sweetheart. This cunt is practically chokin’ me.” He provokes with a ragged groan, rubbing his thumb along the glistening, excessively stretched skin that embraces his cock.

A high-pitched whine slithers from your throat before it’s quickly cut off by Marc snapping his pelvis. Joel licks his creamy thumb with a dark chuckle before caging your hips in his steely grasp. He sets a steady rhythm, entirely withdrawing before shoving his cock back in, giving you no reprieve as Marc continuously thrusts his dripping length between your spit-coated lips.

Your body burns. Your mind is warped. Joel's cock keeps brushing against that spongy spot behind your clit. It's all too much. You feel yourself losing strength, giving in. Either from lack of oxygen to your brain or your greedy cunt that's feeding off their wretched pleasure.

"You gonna come, Sweetheart? Can feel her milkin' me real good. Shit-" Joel hisses as your velvet walls squeeze him tight.

Both your holes lock around their cocks as you come. Your eyes roll back, your spine bending like a bow as the harsh wave of desire ripples through you.

Both men curse at the sight and feel of you.

It shouldn’t feel this good being used and tossed around like a toy, but a thick, syrupy heat steadily gathers in your belly. With your head in the drug-induced clouds, every illicit touch sends you higher into a euphoric atmosphere.

“Wanna hit?” Marc offers, holding the joint between his fingers to the enforcer.

Joel finally tears his eyes away from where he’s spearing you open. He nods, stilling his hips, and extends a hand before pressing the joint between his lips. He takes a long drag before splaying his broad body over yours.

You notice him in your peripheral as he watches you choke down Marc’s cock. “What a fuckin’ sight,” he drawls, joint bouncing between his lips. “Swallowin’ his cock like your life depends on it.” He roughly drives his hips forward, his leaky crown cruelly kissing your cervix, making you gag from the agonizing bliss. “Kinda ironic that it does.”

You feel their cocks pulse in unison when you start writhing at Joel’s threat. You knew they wouldn’t hurt you, but the thought was too much to bear in your current state. They quickly make work of your flailing limbs; Joel grabs the back of your neck with a heavy paw, and Marc traps both your hands in his own, caging them against his stout stomach.

They set a brutal pace. You no longer feel in control of your body as they use you to get off. The room echoes with the sounds of gluttony, like feral animals staking their rightful claim on lowly prey.

Marc comes with a growl, caging your head between his hands as you push against his abdomen, and fucks his salty release into your mouth. He collapses onto the couch with a ragged sigh, his engorged cock a shiny mess as he catches his breath.

“Gotta get used to this, sweetheart,” Joel gloats in your ear, working an arm around your collarbone to pull you back onto his cock, forcing you to meet every one of his brutal shoves. “Your pretty pussy is gonna be ruined by the time your debt is paid in full.”

Marc cups your jaw in one of his hands and takes a puff of his joint. He slides a thumb between your sticky, come coated lips and blows the smoke into your mouth. You gladly inhale, letting the drug work its magic. Joel grabs your hips and picks up his speed, greedy for his pleasure.

He comes with a gruff, dark groan, snapping his hips hard against your ass until he's buried to the hilt and pumping his sticky load into your fluttering core.

You collapsed onto the cushions once Joel let go of your hips, your body too weak and drugged to care to move despite your vulnerable state.

“We’re square, Kitten.” Marc grazes your cheek with his knuckles, and a sly grin tugs at the corner of his lips. “But anytime you want a hit and can’t pay, I’ll be more than happy to help you out,” Marc quips before silently nodding at Joel and leaves with a bounce in his step.

"Come're, Sweetheart." Large hands slide under your belly and help you stand on your feet. His eyes soften as he looks over your puffy eyes and swollen, slick coated lips. He cups your cheek and sighs through his nose. "Let's get you cleaned up, yeah?"

A rush of water hits your ears as Joel turns the shower faucet. You stand behind him like a child waiting for their next instruction before he turns back to you with a slight smile.

"Up and over. That's it," Joel says, ensuring you don't bump your elbows as he removes your shirt, folds it, and places it on your vanity. He helps you step into the shower before he sits on the toilet lid and watches you through the clear plastic curtain.

Silence falls over the tiny bathroom as he lets you take solace under the stream.

You melt in the warmth. It eases your aches and dulls your overwrought senses. You stay there until your skin prunes and icy cold water pours from the tap.

He helps you step out of the tub, ensuring you're on solid ground before grabbing a towel hanging on the wall and wrapping you in the soft cotton.

"You'll stay with me until your debt is paid," he said, resting his hands on your shoulders; the weight keeps you grounded as your world turns upside down.

"You won't have to worry about anythin'," he continues, carefully drying your body with a tenderness you didn't expect. "I'll pay your rent, so you still have this place when our transaction is complete."

You know you should be upset. A screaming, raging mess but seeing such a dangerous man on his knees drying water droplets from your body makes you lightheaded with alarming power.

He stands when you don't outwardly react. His lips are pressed into a worried, hard line, his hands are perched on his hips, and a sharp brow wrinkles his forehead. "Okay?"

The vexation that laces his tone snaps you out of the dumbstruck fog. You knew there was only one right answer.

“Yes,” you rasp, defeated.

He smirks, softly chuckling under his breath at your submission.

"I'll be back in a few hours," he says, cupping your jaw like he's drinking from a stream; God knows what brutality those hands have dealt out. "I trust you'll still be here when I get back."

You nod quickly under his grave stare.

He plants a searing kiss on your lips, making you gasp. It's dominating and possessive, like he's christening the start of your new life together by licking into your mouth and claiming you.

He breaks the kiss with a grunt and nudges your nose with his own. "Thatta girl."

He holds your gaze as he slowly walks backward out of the room. "Pack enough for the next week. I'll swing by later to get the rest," he instructs before turning and walking out your door.

You're left standing in your tiny bathroom, panting like a newborn fawn. Your legs wobble as you move to sit on the toilet lid and clutch the towel tighter to your chest; heart smashing against your ribs.

Joel was right. You had no idea what you were getting yourself into.

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gigglinggoddess · 9 months ago

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What kind of beauty do the Sinclair brothers like? GN READER.

This a headcanon, not meant to insult or make anyone insecure! Everyone is beautiful in their own way!

I'm so sorry if the writing is terrible, on mobile AND WRITERS BLOCK!!

Vincent Sinclair

Classic beauty.

- Growing up, Vincent loved movies. He was starstruck by the people on the television.

-He used to draw old movie stars, and his fashion taste for his wax figures is old-timey. (If he chooses to dress them)

- He loves plaid dresses and dress shirts. He loves slicked-back hair and big curls (either natural or from hair rollers.)

- If he had a S/O that had a classic beauty, a timeless thing, he’d used them as a muse for everything. (Regardless, he'd use his S/O as a muse no matter what.)

- He loves radio voices, smooth-sounding voices, and sweet. He’d adore a S/O with a voice like that and would want to lay his head on their lap as they talked.

Bo Sinclair

Modern Beauty.

- This man loves SLUTS!!!(jk) He is a traditional man, but when he sees victims wearing skimpy stuff and modern fashion, he's lovin’ it.

-He likes the breath of youthfulness, which makes it more interesting for him.

-Loves tight clothing, dyed hair, and all that. He's intrigued by it; it's unique to him even though, in the real world, it's normal.

-Will watch you do your makeup, in confusion.

-He likes modern people, because he's not and he (secretly) wishes he was.

Lester Sinclair

Natural beauty.

-This man loves the forest, he loves nature a lot. So when he looks at you, raw beauty, it reminds him on nature.

-He would never want you to wear makeup; he thinks you're so beautiful how you are (he would still shower you with compliments if you put it on, though.)

-Loves flaws: wonky teeth? Loves them. Spilt ends? Loves them. Acne? Loves it. Scars? Loves them. STRECH MARKS?? IS OBSESSED!! You'll never have to be embarrassed about your body, face, or any of it with him because he wants you just how you are.

-He knows he ain't the best-looking so it truly shocked him when someone like you, naturally perfect (to him), loves him! He also knows you appreciate his natural beauty too, or so he hopes.

-Will compare you to plants and animals, in A LOVING WAY!!!

☆

A/N: Lester, my love. If anyone has any fanfics of Lester, I am begging, SEND THEM MY WAY PLEASE!!

Anyway, please tell me what you think. I KNOW THE WRITING IS BAD; I write fanfics much better ong. Which is your favorite Sinclair brother? I'm a huge Lester fan (obviously); he's my husband.

#lester sinclair #lester sinclair x reader #bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair #house of wax #house of wax 2005 #slashers #slashers x reader #slashers x you #gn reader #fluff #headcanon #sinclair brothers #i need them #slashers x y/n

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cakexblankett · 10 months ago

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Lap dance

Character

Larissa Weems

Rating

Red

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1.804

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It was a chill sunday evening when you received a message from Possum.

Possum:

Wish you could be here with me, mommy is feeling very naughty tonight.

10:30 PM

You bit your lip, reading the message again and again.

You had been texting this misterious woman, who called herself Possum, for a couple of months now. It all started innocently, she found you on Tumblr and sent you a message. You remained intrigued by her, her way of texting was sweet and passionate, especially when she talked about what she liked- fashion shows and fashion in general, she could go hours telling you about it.

You stalked her account; she reposted pictures of cats, and, obviously, fashion related posts. She seemed innocent but refined. Soon enough, you found out she wasn't that innocent after all.

She started asking you personal questions, at first normal one, like what was your colour or your favourit dish, then getting more insidious, like what was your favourite position in bed or if you liked to be toped.

You didn't mind, you took a liking to her, so you replied truthfully, knowing she would do the same. And before you knew it, she started wanting you to call her mommy and even asked you if you would be willing recording you touch yourself. You declined, but not because you didn't trust her or because you were ashamed or shy about it, but you would have prefered leaving this kind of things for when you would meet in real life.

You:

Then maybed I should come over and make mommy feel good.

10:35 PM

It was time to get things in motion and see who you were talking to. You imagined she was a beautiful woman, she said she was in her forties, and you loved middle aged women, so that was surely a point in her favour- and in yours. You imagined she was a freak in bed- all those messages she sent you, about how she would have liked to try different positions with you, made you certain she was a beast in making love.

You waited for her reply, while your thoughts filled with fantasies of her touching you. You didn't even know how she looked but that didn't stop you from dreaming.

Possum:

I'll send you my location. Don't make mommy wait.

10:40 PM

You jumped off your bed and ran towards your wardrobe. You were wearing your pajama, so it was evident that you needed to change. What to wear, though, was a dilemma. You wanted something that would have caught her eye, something luxurious, sexy, but easy to be undressed from.

After a while, you opted for a tight skirt and a blouse- you left the first three buttons unbottuned. You wore a choker with the word "pet" spelled on it.

You smiled, calling a taxi and giving the driver the adress. The ride there was torture, you nimbled on your bottom lip, thinking of all the ways she would make you come undone. You were already feeling the ache, the need to feel her touch all over you.

Once arrived, you paid the taxi driver and texted Possum.

You:

I'm here.

11:19

You looked around you. The neighborhood was quiet and you could tell from the villas and expensive houses that she was rich like everybody else there.

You glanced at your phone, seeing that she read your text. You waited for a second, before the door in front of you opened and your breath itched in your throat.

Before you stood the most beautiful woman you had ever layed eyes upon. Her white hair was in an introcate updo, her plump lips were painted a sinful shade of red. Her blue eyes were watching you curiously and hungryly. She was tall, very tall and she wore a tight, beige dress, that accentuated her curves in a delicious way. You imagined she was beautiful, but she was divine, she was more than you could have ever dreamed of.

"Please, do come in."

You smiled, making your way into her house. It was huge and well decorated. She wasn't lying when she said she liked fashion. Everything was curated meyiculously, every detail added to the perfection of the interior.

"This is nice. You are nice."

She raised an eyebrow, smiling. You were so nervous, you felt your cheeks flush red.

"Am I just "nice" or do I make you feel something more... carnal?"

You gulped. You had just met her and yet you were ready feeling inebriated by her. It made you feel dizzy, like you were dreaming, but you hoped it was really real, that she wasn't just a fantasy born from your imagination.

"You make me feel everything at once."

She hummed and you had to close your eyes, the sound going straight to your core. Her voice was something otherworldly. Her english accent made her sound refined, and her voice was sweet and low, making you feel like a sailor at sea, called by a siren. You were doomed, you could have easily fell for a woman like her. Maybe you already did.

You opened your eyes at the feeling of her hand on your throat. You gasped, her fingers tracing the letters on your choker. She giggled, an exquisite sound that you wanted to hear more of.

"My little pet."

You watched her lips move whilst she said that, feeling the need to know how soft they were. Her hand closed gently around your neck, squeezing gently. You let out a moan, watching as Larissa's eyes grew darker. Then her lips clashed on yours, it was so fast you could have missed it if it wasn't that now you two were kissing, and her lips were soft as feathers, your wanted to stay like that forever.

Her tongue swept on your bottom lip, asking for entrance, and you gave it to her. Her tongue didn't have to battle with yours for dominance, because you were more than alright being the one seduced and dominated. The fact that a woman like her wanted you made your ego reach up the stars.

"Come."

She took her hand and led you up the stairs, to her bedroom. The room was spacious but almost empty. There was a huge painting on one wall depicting two women having sex. It was beautifully made, it almost looked like a photograph. There was a kingsized bed, who screamed for you to use it.

She kissed you again, more gently than before, and started unbottuning your blouse.

"If you're not feeling comfortable, tell me to stop and I will."

You shook your head, helping her undress you.

"I want this, I want you."

She gave you a quick peck on the lips before taking off your blouse. The skirt followed it on the floor. She took two steps back, glancing at you.

"Hm beautiful."

You blushed, her compliment meant the world to you. She made you sit on the side of the bed, then she slowly started taking off her dress. Her legs were long and toned, almost in contrast with her pale complexion that made her look like she made out of porcelain. When she remained in her undergarments, she sat on your lap and began moving on you, giving you a lap dance. It was funny, her, the tall and mature one, giving you, the small and young one, the lap dance. But you didn't complain.

She knew what she was doing, roaming her hands on your body, her hot breath on your ear. You clasped your hands on her butt, helping her move easily on you.

"Tell me what you need."

Her whisper made you shiver.

"Fuck me."

She stopped her motions and got off you. She kneeled and opened your legs. You moaned at the sight. She looked at you with doe eyes while she took off your panties. The fresh air hit your wet center and you whimpered. She stroked your folders with two fingers, feeling just how ready you were to be taken.

"Is this the effect mommy has on you?"

You nodded frantically, seeing her on her kneew, between your legs, made you horny like nothing else could.

"Do you want mommy to make you feel good?"

You nodded again, letting out a small moan. She was so hot, so seductive, you wondered if she was ever like this or if she learned to be.

"Say it."

"I want mommy to make me feel good."

"Hm good pet."

She licked your slit, latching on your clitoris, sucking at it and swirling her tongue around it. Waves of pleasure washed over you, you felt euphoric. She swept her tongue one last time on your bundle of nerves before entering you with two fingers. You let out a whimper, grasping the sheet under you. She curled her fingers inside you, making you see stars.

"Good girl, taking me so well."

You were a moaning mess, soon you felt the orgams wash over you. She helped you ride it, still moving gently inside you.

"Such a good pet, did mommy make you feel good?"

"You made me feel more than good."

She smirked, taking out her fingers. She put them in her mouth, looking at you straight in the eyes. She moaned, tasting you on her digits. Your pupils dilated, feeling yourself grow needy once more.

"Do you want to make mommy feel good too?"

She took off her undergarments, and positioned herself between your legs. Her clitoris touched yours, and you felt a jolt of electricity run in your veins. She started slowly moving her hips, the friction making you whimper. Your clitoris was still sensitive, but it felt good to feel her moving on top of you.

"Hm you're going to make mommy come."

She started riding you faster, her hips swaying up and down quickly. In a matter of minutes, you two were pn the edge.

"Come with me, make me hear you scream my name."

You only needed a few more movements and you both came.

"Larissa!"

She layed beside you, giving you a quick kiss on the forehead. You hugged her, feeling her warm skin touch yours. You could get used to this.

"It was awesome."

She laughed.

"You had doubts?"

You smiled, shaking your head. She cupped your cheek. You tried to take a picture of her in your mind. Her lipstick smeared, her updo slowly falling apart. She somehow looked better than before.

"If you want to, you can stay the night."

"I would love to."

You both smiled. You felt incredibly lucky to have met her, and you knew that night was the start of something far bigger and marvelous than you could have predicted.

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chokememaximoff · 1 year ago

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Fainted into your arms

Wanda Maximoff x reader

Abstract: As Y/N navigates the demands of college and her family responsibilities, she forms a deep and unexpected connection with Wanda Maximoff

TW: none

Y/N Y/L/N's life had become a whirlwind of responsibilities. Her days were a relentless cycle of attending veterinary classes, completing clinical rotations, and serving coffee at the cafe until the early morning hours. Sleep had become a luxury she couldn't afford. But beyond her studies and work, she shouldered the weight of her family's needs. Her hometown visits meant taking care of her niece and her ailing mother, who required constant attention. Yet, Y/N somehow found the strength to study amidst the chaos.

As the finals loomed closer, spring swept in, bringing with it warmer days that only added to her exhaustion. One evening, on her way back home from the cafe, Y/N felt a wave of dizziness hit her. She stumbled and clutched onto a nearby tree for support, her body aching, her stomach churning. The combination of exhaustion, hunger, and dehydration had finally taken its toll.

Out of nowhere, a voice cut through the haze, "Are you okay, darling?" Startled, Y/N turned to see a striking older woman standing there. Dressed impeccably in a tailored suit, the woman exuded an air of elegance that left Y/N momentarily breathless. Concern etched on her face, the woman's presence was both comforting and bewildering.

Trying to steady herself, Y/N managed to stammer, "I'm... I'm okay, just... exhausted." But as the woman spoke, a sudden ringing overwhelmed her senses. She strained to hear, but the sound grew deafening, and darkness swallowed her whole.

When consciousness returned, Y/N was met with a throbbing headache. As she gingerly sat up, she realized a cold cloth had been placed on her forehead. Blinking, she looked around, disoriented by the opulent surroundings. Confusion gnawed at her, and an involuntary "What the fuck..." escaped her lips.

Footsteps approached, and the older woman entered the room, holding a tray of food that looked incredibly tempting. Warmth radiated from her smile as she noticed Y/N awake. Settling into a chair across from Y/N, she asked with genuine concern, "How are you feeling?"

Managing a weak chuckle, Y/N admitted, "Honestly, like shit." The woman's laughter danced in response. "You had me quite worried. Fainting into my arms was a bit unexpected. I brought you here so you could rest," she explained, her eyes conveying kindness.

A mixture of embarrassment and gratitude washed over Y/N. "Thank you. I... I appreciate it," she murmured, her cheeks flushing slightly. When the woman's hand landed on her knee, an electric current seemed to surge through Y/N, leaving her both surprised and intrigued. She attempted to shake off the sensation, not quite understanding it.

"You must have pushed yourself too hard," the woman, Wanda Maximoff, offered softly. Y/N nodded, feeling a strange connection forming between them. Despite the circumstances, a comfortable silence settled as they exchanged glances, understanding passing between them.

"I'm Y/N Y/L/N," Y/N finally introduced herself, extending her hand. Wanda's grip was warm and reassuring, and as their fingers touched, an undeniable spark coursed through Y/N. "Wanda Maximoff," the woman replied, her voice carrying a richness that resonated deep within Y/N.

...

Y/N savored each bite of the delicious food Wanda had prepared. The flavors danced on her taste buds, and she couldn't help but let out a satisfied moan. "This is the best food I've had all week!" she exclaimed, looking at Wanda with genuine appreciation.

Wanda's cheeks tinted with a faint blush. "Oh, it's nothing really. I just quickly put it together for you," she replied modestly.

Y/N playfully rolled her eyes. "Trust me, this is like Gordon Ramsay-level stuff. It's a huge shift after the cafeteria food... not that I eat that very much either. Most days, I forget to eat anything at all."

A shadow of concern flickered across Wanda's face. "That's not good, honey. You should take better care of yourself."

Y/N blushed at the endearing term of address. She looked down, a bit bashful. "I know, but there's so much on my plate. I don't want to burden you with my problems. Besides, you've already done so much by bringing me here."

Leaning in with a playful glint in her eyes, Wanda asked, "Now you've intrigued me. What caused you to faint dramatically into my arms?"

Y/N let out a sigh and began to open up, sharing the overwhelming challenges she faced daily. Wanda's concern was palpable as she listened intently to Y/N's story.

"Honey," Wanda said softly when Y/N finished, "you need to consider dropping that job. You're already managing so much."

Y/N arched an eyebrow skeptically. "And how am I supposed to pay for my dorm then?"

Wanda hesitated, a thoughtful look crossing her face. But then she changed the subject, asking if Y/N wanted a drink. Y/N, feeling flustered, declined, mumbling about overstaying her welcome.

Wanda shook her head, a warm smile on her lips. "You're not overstaying. You're welcome to stay, even overnight if you'd like."

Standing up, Y/N felt a mix of embarrassment and gratitude. "I appreciate that, but I wouldn't want to cause any trouble if someone else comes over."

Wanda chuckled softly. "I don't have a partner to worry about, whether husband or wife. Being 34 doesn't mean I have to be married, right, darling?"

Y/N's cheeks flushed as she stammered, "I didn't mean it like that." The proximity of Wanda's hand on her arm sent a shiver down her spine, igniting a spark of connection she couldn't ignore.

Leaning in even closer, Wanda's voice dropped. "And who said anything about marriage? I like to keep my options open."

Before Y/N could react, Wanda had retrieved her car keys. "Well, whether you're staying or not, I'll at least drive you to your dorm."

Y/N opened her mouth to protest, but the stern determination in Wanda's gaze silenced her. They walked down to Wanda's sleek Dodge Hellcat, chatting amiably during the drive. As they pulled up to Y/N's dorm, Wanda smiled warmly.

"Would you mind if I had your number?" Wanda inquired, a mischievous grin playing on her lips.

Y/N's blush deepened, but she nodded. Wanda handed her the phone, and Y/N typed in her number. Wanda saved the contact, and then she exited the car, opening the door for Y/N.

"Thank you," Y/N said, her voice a bit shaky as she stepped out.

Wanda's tone was affectionate as she said, "Take care of yourself, okay?" Then, in a surprising move, Wanda leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to Y/N's cheek.

"Bye, Y/N," Wanda said with a grin, before driving away, leaving Y/N standing there, her heart racing and her mind reeling from the unexpected whirlwind of emotions and connections that had unfolded between them.

...

As Y/N stepped into the dorm room, her roommate Kate Bishop sat up groggily, rubbing her eyes. "Where have you been?" Kate asked, her voice half-awake yet curious.

Y/N winced sheepishly, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up. I felt weak, so I stopped."

Kate raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "And then what happened? You woke me up by entering the room like you were being chased by a ghost."

A flush spread across Y/N's cheeks as she recounted the story. "Well, this incredibly hot 34-year-old woman came up to me and asked if I was okay. I, uh, totally embarrassed myself by fainting into her arms."

Kate's eyes widened in disbelief. "Wait, what? You fainted into the arms of a hot woman? Damn, Y/N, that's one way to make an impression."

Y/N rolled her eyes, flustered. "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. She was really nice though. She even offered for me to stay over at her place, but I was too... flustered to accept. I gave her my number instead."

Kate chuckled, leaning back against her pillows. "Sounds like you've had quite the night. Maybe you'll actually get some rest now."

Y/N sighed, dropping dramatically onto her bed. Just as she was about to say something, her phone dinged with a message. She practically leaped off her bed to grab it, excitement bubbling within her.

Kate observed the scene with amusement. "Wow, you're like a kid on Christmas morning."

Y/N's face lit up as she read the message from the unknown number. "Hope you're getting rest, darling."

In her excitement, Y/N threw her phone at Kate, who caught it with a bemused expression. "Okay, what's got you this excited?" Kate asked.

Y/N bounced up and down, a wide grin on her face. "It's her! It's a message from Wanda! She actually texted me!"

Kate glanced at the message, then back at Y/N, and without hesitation, she playfully slapped Y/N's shoulder. "Damn, Y/N, you're gonna score an older woman. I'm so jealous!"

Y/N's blush deepened as she reclaimed her phone, practically beaming. "I can't believe this is happening."

Kate smirked. "Well, Miss Y/N Y/L/N, looks like you're in for an interesting ride. Now, lay down and sleep before I have to call Wanda to bend you over her knee for not resting."

Y/N laughed, finally settling onto her bed. As she closed her eyes, thoughts of Wanda and their unexpected connection filled her mind, and she couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement, nervousness, and anticipation for what lay ahead.

...

As the week progressed, Y/N Y/L/N found herself engaged in lively text conversations with Wanda Maximoff. Their exchanges became a bright spot in her demanding schedule, a source of comfort and excitement amidst her overwhelming commitments. Yet, despite Wanda's gentle reminders to take care of herself and rest, Y/N struggled to break free from her relentless routine.

Friday evening descended, and Y/N stumbled out of the cafe, weariness etched into her features. In her sleep-deprived state, she collided with someone just outside the door. Her murmured apology was met with a chuckle, and as Y/N looked up, her gaze locked onto Wanda's concerned expression.

"Honey, you told me you were resting more," Wanda remarked softly, concern etched in her voice. "You look like a zombie."

Y/N's cheeks flushed, her exhaustion becoming more evident. Attempting to inject some humor, she teased, "Am I a hot zombie, at least?"

A playful grin tugged at the corners of Wanda's lips. "The hottest zombie, I'd say. But this particular zombie is now coming with me to my apartment. It seems I can't trust you to rest properly on your own."

Y/N opened her mouth to object, but Wanda's hand was already wrapping around hers, leading her to Wanda's car. The sensation of Wanda's warm touch sent shivers down Y/N's spine, igniting a series of emotions she couldn't quite comprehend. The ride to Wanda's apartment was marked by a comfortable silence, a palpable connection existing between them.

Once they arrived, Y/N expressed her hesitations. "I really don't want to impose."

Wanda dismissed her concerns with a casual wave. "Darling, you're an intelligent woman. If someone invites you to their house, are you really intruding?"

Blushing deeply, Y/N murmured, "Okay, Maximoff. I'm guessing you want me here."

Wanda's grin was infectious. "Smart guess. Now, have you eaten, darling?"

Avoiding Wanda's gaze, Y/N admitted softly, "I haven't had the time."

Wanda's expression turned incredulous. "It's 11 PM. You should have at least eaten something."

Sighing, Y/N nodded. "Okay."

"Go on, make yourself comfortable on the couch," Wanda directed. "I'll whip up something delicious for you."

Following Wanda's guidance, Y/N settled onto the couch, pulling out her phone to send a quick text to Kate, updating her on the change of plans. Kate's response made her chuckle, and after stowing her phone away, she took a moment to appreciate the elegance of Wanda's apartment.

Heading into the kitchen, Y/N found Wanda with her hair in a bun, orchestrating a culinary masterpiece. The tantalizing aroma of the cooking filled the space, making Y/N's stomach rumble. However, her attention shifted from the food to Wanda, who was humming a catchy tune and swaying her hips to the rhythm. The sight was mesmerizing, and Y/N was caught off-guard when Wanda's voice interrupted her thoughts, "Enjoying the view, darling?"

Flustered, Y/N stammered, "I just... uh, wanted to check if you needed any assistance."

Wanda turned to face Y/N with a knowing smirk. "Darling, just sit there and look pretty. That's all the assistance I require from you."

Y/N felt her cheeks heat up as she obeyed, taking a seat in the kitchen. Wanda's smile was warm and inviting as she continued to prepare the meal. Y/N found herself captivated by Wanda's presence, a growing connection forming between them that seemed to transcend words.

As Wanda hummed a tune, Y/N recognized the song and pulled it up on her phone. Wanda's grin grew wider. "Ah, so you appreciate good music too?"

Embarrassed but sincere, Y/N replied, "Well, it's a classic..."

With the song playing softly in the background, their interaction continued to flow seamlessly, building a sense of familiarity and intimacy. Y/N couldn't help but feel drawn to Wanda's energy, and with every passing moment, she found herself sinking deeper into the unexpected connection that had bloomed between them.

After a satisfying meal, a pleasant drowsiness began to envelop Y/N Y/L/N. Wanda Maximoff noticed the telltale signs and smiled gently. "Well, it looks like it's time to head to bed, darling."

Y/N nodded, stifling a yawn. "Yeah, I guess it is."

Standing up, Wanda gestured for Y/N to follow her. Y/N complied, trailing behind Wanda as they entered a room that appeared to be Wanda's. Y/N's heart raced at the prospect of spending the night in the same room as Wanda.

Wanda pulled out some comfortable clothes from her closet and handed them to Y/N. "I wasn't going to let you sleep in jeans," she said with a chuckle. "There's a brand new toothbrush in the cabinet in the bathroom for you."

As Wanda retrieved a blanket and pillow, Y/N hesitated, glancing around the room. "Wait, where are you going? This is your bed."

Wanda smiled warmly, her eyes holding a reassuring glint. "I'm going to take the couch so that you can rest in a comfortable bed."

Y/N's expression turned into one of concern. "No, no, I can't let you sleep on the couch because of me. I'll take the couch or something."

Wanda shook her head, her tone firm but caring. "Darling, you need quality rest. The couch won't give you that."

Y/N sighed, feeling torn. "Well, you need quality rest too. Just stay in the bed. I don't mind sleeping with you."

Wanda's eyebrows raised, a blush tinting her cheeks. Y/N's words seemed to hang in the air, charged with unintended implications. Y/N quickly stumbled over her words, flustered. "I mean, I didn't mean it like that. I just don't want you to be tired tomorrow. I mean, look, I don't want you to think that I wouldn't... Oh god, just sleep in the bed and don't comment on it, please."

Wanda chuckled, her fingers lightly pinching Y/N's cheek. "I make you quite nervous, don't I? But that's okay. You're adorable when you're nervous."

Y/N blushed even deeper, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and fondness for Wanda's teasing. She quickly excused herself, retreating to the bathroom. Changing into the shorts and t-shirt Wanda had given her, Y/N couldn't help but smile when she realized the clothes carried Wanda's scent.

After brushing her teeth and washing her face, Y/N took a deep breath and looked at her reflection in the mirror. This was it—a chance to sleep in the same bed as the woman she had developed a crush on, a bit too intensely.

As Y/N emerged from the bathroom after changing, her eyes widened at the sight of Wanda Maximoff, now clad in shorts and a tank top. The subtle curve of Wanda's figure caught her attention, and she quickly averted her gaze, feeling her cheeks heat up.

Wanda's chuckle rippled through the air. "You're easy to impress, darling."

Y/N shushed her, her embarrassment evident. Walking over to the bed, she slipped under the covers, her heart racing. Just a moment later, Wanda returned from the bathroom, her presence making Y/N's heart skip a beat. Climbing into the bed as well, Wanda settled beside her.

Y/N fumbled for her phone, trying to steady her nerves. She turned on an alarm, prompting Wanda to raise an eyebrow. "Why set an alarm? You don't have any classes tomorrow."

Y/N hesitated for a moment before answering, "I have to catch the bus to my hometown for the weekend. You know, my mom and niece—I have to help out."

Wanda gently took Y/N's phone from her hands and turned off the alarm. Handing it back, she declared, "We're sleeping in tomorrow. I'm driving you to your parents' place."

Y/N shook her head, protest forming on her lips. "No, no, I can't have you do that."

Rolling her eyes playfully, Wanda insisted, "Honey, consider it done."

Y/N let out a resigned sigh, still feeling overwhelmed by Wanda's kindness. "I don't understand why you're being so nice to me."

There was a brief pause, a sense of vulnerability hanging in the air. Wanda's usual confidence seemed to waver for the first time that night. But then, she brushed off the moment, a smile gracing her lips. "Rest now, darling. We'll talk tomorrow, okay?"

Y/N nodded, her heart fluttering as Wanda leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on her cheek. "Good night, Y/N."

Flustered, Y/N managed to reply, "Good night, Wanda," as she watched Wanda's retreating figure. Alone in the dimly lit room, Y/N couldn't help but replay the events of the evening, the weight of Wanda's presence, and the gentle kiss on her cheek, making it difficult for her to fall asleep.

...

As the morning sun began to filter through the curtains, Y/N's phone rang, stirring her from her slumber. With a groan, she moved to reach for it, only to realize that she was met with resistance. Blinking in confusion, she realized that her arms were wrapped around someone, and she was on top of them. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight of Wanda Maximoff, peacefully sleeping beneath her, arms wrapped securely around Y/N.

For a moment, Y/N couldn't help but admire the tranquility of Wanda's sleeping form. The soft rise and fall of her chest, the delicate curve of her lips, and the way her hair cascaded across the pillow—it was a sight to behold.

As Y/N's phone continued to ring, she decided to answer it before it woke Wanda. Her mother's voice greeted her from the other side, a mix of concern and scolding evident. "Y/N, why weren't you answering? Did you get on the bus safely?"

Y/N winced, feeling slightly guilty. "I'm sorry, Mom. I'm fine, really. I just...slept in."

Wanda stirred slightly at the sound of Y/N's voice, letting out a soft groan. Y/N's mother continued, oblivious to Wanda's presence. "Did you wake Kate up?"

Y/N quickly shook her head, forgetting that her mom couldn't see her. "No, it's not Kate. Uh, a friend will be driving me to your house, so I just slept in a bit."

Y/N's mother sounded puzzled. "Well, if it's not Kate, then who is it?"

Blushing, Y/N stammered, "Uh, it's someone... Anyway, see ya, love you, bye, Mom."

As she hung up the phone, she became aware of Wanda's amused gaze upon her. Wanda's voice, tinged with a playful tone, broke the silence. "A friend, huh?"

Y/N playfully slapped Wanda's shoulder. "My mom won't let me live this down now."

Wanda laughed, rubbing Y/N's back gently. "Well, at least you're awake now. By the way, who's Kate?"

Raising her eyebrows, Y/N teased, "Jealous?"

Wanda rolled her eyes. "Just tell me."

Y/N chuckled, explaining, "Kate is my roommate."

Satisfied with the response, Wanda gestured towards the bathroom. "Alright, time to get up. I'm making breakfast."

Y/N nodded, finally mustering the will to extricate herself from Wanda's embrace. The warmth of Wanda's presence lingered, leaving Y/N with a mixture of emotions that she wasn't quite sure how to process. As she headed to the bathroom, she couldn't help but feel grateful for the unexpected turn of events that had brought her into Wanda's orbit.

As they sat down to enjoy breakfast, the morning sunlight painted the room with a warm glow. Y/N took a deep breath, mustering the courage to ask the question that had been lingering in her mind. "Wanda, can you tell me why you've been so nice to me?"

Wanda's expression shifted, a mixture of nervousness and vulnerability crossing her features. She cleared her throat, her gaze fixed on her plate. "Look, I don't want you to find this weird, and I really don't want it to ruin anything between us, even if you don't feel the same way."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat, her curiosity piqued. "Wanda, you can tell me. I promise I won't judge."

Wanda took a deep breath, her voice wavering slightly. "From the moment I laid my eyes on you, even though you were fainting, I couldn't help but feel drawn to you and your beauty. The more we talked, the more I got to know you, the more I realized I liked you."

Y/N's eyes widened, the realization hitting her like a wave. She listened intently as Wanda continued, her voice soft but filled with sincerity. "I'm nice to you because, honestly, I like you in way more than just a friend way. I would like to take care of you because you obviously need someone to. I know this might be too forward, and I don't want you to feel uncomfortable, but I have a crush on you, you could say."

Y/N was at a loss for words, her mind racing to process what she had just heard. She cleared her throat, her voice shaky as she repeated, "Take care of me?"

Wanda nodded, a determined look in her eyes. "Yes. I would offer you to stay at my place so you don't have to go to work, and you can rest more and just focus on your studies and your family. I really don't want anything in return. I just... I have more than enough money to take you under my wing and help you out."

Y/N's mind was a whirlwind of emotions as she tried to absorb everything. She chuckled nervously, looking up at Wanda. "Wait, you really think I don't like you back?"

Wanda's brows furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean?"

Y/N's chuckle turned into a genuine smile. "Wanda, I get flustered when you so much as breathe my way. I like you a bit too much if I'm honest."

Wanda's face broke into a wide grin, her eyes lighting up. "You do?"

Y/N nodded, her cheeks flushed but her gaze unwavering. "But I didn't want to push anything because I didn't know if you wanted anything with me. I mean, I'm younger..."

Wanda's grin remained, and she leaned in closer. "You know what they say, darling. Age is just a number."

As their eyes locked, the weight of their unspoken feelings hung in the air. The breakfast table was forgotten, the world around them fading as they shared a moment filled with possibility and newfound understanding.

...

Wanda followed through on her promise. She drove Y/N to her family's house, the journey filled with casual conversation and stolen glances that held a world of unspoken emotions. As they reached their destination, Wanda pulled the car to a stop. Turning to Y/N, she leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on her cheek. "Have a good time, Y/N. Take care."

Y/N blushed, her heart fluttering at the touch of Wanda's lips against her skin. "Thank you, Wanda," she replied, her voice soft.

Wanda offered a warm smile before retracting and exiting the car. She waved at Y/N and watched as Y/N walked towards her family's home. Once Y/N was safely inside, Wanda turned back to her car and drove away, her thoughts consumed by the woman she had come to care for.

Inside her family's home, Y/N's grin was practically infectious as she greeted her niece with open arms. The little girl's small arms wrapped around Y/N's knees, and Y/N scooped her up, showering her with kisses and affection. After greeting her niece, she moved on to her mother, kissing her cheek and exchanging warm greetings. Her brother and his wife received the same treatment, and soon the entire family was caught up in laughter and conversation.

As they settled in, Y/N's mother couldn't help but notice the newfound glow in her daughter's demeanor. With a curious smile, she leaned in and whispered, "Who was that woman you were with this morning? And who was in that expensive car that drove you here?"

Y/N blushed, glancing down at her plate momentarily before looking up. "Well, Mom, I met a woman named Wanda. She's pretty amazing. She's a bit older, but she's really good to me and helps me out a lot."

Her brother couldn't resist chiming in with a teasing grin. "And what does she ask for in return?"

Y/N shook her head, a soft smile on her lips. "Nothing, actually. She's taking things as I want to."

Her brother exchanged a knowing glance with his wife before both of them requested to see a picture of this "amazing" woman. Y/N obliged, showing them a photo of Wanda on her phone. Their jaws dropped slightly, and her brother whistled, exclaiming, "Damn, sis."

Y/N laughed, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and pride. The weekend was spent helping out around the house, catching up with family, and exchanging stories of their lives.

Finally, Sunday night arrived, and Y/N's phone buzzed with a message from Wanda, indicating her arrival. Y/N said her goodbyes to her family, embracing each of them in turn. With a smile on her lips and thoughts of Wanda swirling in her mind, Y/N left her family's house and headed toward the waiting car.

As Y/N stepped into the car, the air was charged with a mix of excitement and nervousness. She couldn't hold back the surge of emotions that had built up over the weekend. Before she could overthink it, she reached out and gently cupped Wanda's cheeks, drawing her in for a tender kiss on the lips.

Wanda's surprise was evident, but she quickly responded to the kiss, her lips meeting Y/N's with a mixture of passion and softness. The moment was fleeting yet filled with an undeniable connection that spoke volumes beyond words.

As they pulled away, Wanda's eyes held a mixture of surprise and curiosity. "What was that for?"

Y/N's cheeks were tinted pink, but her smile was genuine. "Just missed you."

Wanda chuckled, her own blush evident. "If that's how you're always gonna greet me, I will be more than happy to drive you to your family every weekend."

Y/N laughed, her heart fluttering at Wanda's response. "Well, I guess you'll just have to find out."

The car started moving, carrying them down the road, away from Y/N's family home and toward the uncertain yet exciting path that lay ahead. With each passing moment, their bond grew stronger, and the connection they shared became more profound. As they journeyed together, they were both aware that their lives had taken an unexpected turn, but it was a turn that they were more than willing to explore.

...

On a typical afternoon, Y/N found herself in Wanda's apartment, engrossed in her studies after a long day of classes. Wanda was still at work, and Y/N appreciated the quiet atmosphere that allowed her to focus. However, her concentration was interrupted by a knock on the door.

Assuming it was Wanda returning earlier than expected, Y/N got up and walked over to the door. But when she opened it, she was met with the sight of an unfamiliar woman with striking ginger hair. Their eyes met, both puzzled by the unexpected encounter.

The woman spoke first, her voice carrying a hint of uncertainty. "Um, do I have the wrong apartment?"

Y/N leaned against the door frame, her brow furrowing. "Well, who are you looking for?"

The woman hesitated for a moment before responding, "I'm looking for Wanda Maximoff."

Y/N's expression cleared as she realized the situation. "No, you have the right apartment. Wanda isn't home yet."

The woman offered a faint smile. "May I come in then?"

Y/N stepped aside, welcoming her guest. Once inside, the woman introduced herself as Natasha Romanoff, a close friend of Wanda's. Y/N's curiosity piqued, and she looked at Natasha with interest.

Natasha's gaze was quizzical as she observed Y/N. "And who might you be?"

Y/N extended her hand with a friendly smile. "I'm Y/N, Wanda's girlfriend."

Natasha's eyebrows raised, a playful smirk forming on her lips. "Oh, Wanda keeps you a secret, huh?"

Y/N chuckled, feeling a mixture of flattery and awkwardness. "It's all very sudden."

Natasha leaned against a nearby surface, her posture relaxed. She shot Y/N a teasing glance. "Well, Y/N, it's nice to finally meet the elusive girlfriend."

Y/N blushed, not entirely sure how to respond to Natasha's playful demeanor. "Nice to meet you too, Natasha."

The teasing took an unexpected turn as Natasha leaned in slightly, a flirtatious glint in her eye. "You know, Y/N, if Wanda's keeping secrets, maybe you deserve a little fun too."

Y/N chuckled nervously, her cheeks pink. "Natasha, I don't think that's a smart idea. I'm with Wanda."

Before Natasha could continue the flirtatious banter, the door swung open, and Wanda walked in, her voice cutting through the moment. "Give her a break, Nat."

Wanda's presence instantly changed the atmosphere, and Natasha straightened up, her demeanor shifting to a more composed one. Y/N let out a relieved breath as Wanda entered the room, her eyes meeting Y/N's with warmth and familiarity.

"Well, Wands, I just had to check if she was loyal to you," Natasha quipped, her tone light. "I gotta make sure my friend is happy, you know."

Y/N's cheeks heated up, and she playfully hid her face against Wanda's neck, letting out a nervous laugh. Wanda chuckled and wrapped an arm around Y/N's waist, looking at Natasha with an amused expression. "You have a funny way of looking out for me, Nat."

Natasha grinned mischievously, raising an eyebrow. "Hey, I take my job as a friend seriously."

The tension eased as they all burst into laughter, the awkwardness of the situation dissipating into shared amusement. Wanda's gaze landed on Y/N again, a playful glint in her eyes. "So, Y/N, did you pass the loyalty test?"

Y/N peeked out from her hiding spot, still blushing but more at ease. "I think so?"

Natasha gave a mock-exasperated sigh. "Yes, she did. I mean, who could resist me?"

Wanda chuckled, giving Y/N's waist a gentle squeeze. "Well, I managed to."

The camaraderie between the three of them was palpable as they exchanged playful banter. Natasha's curiosity shifted toward a more serious topic as she asked, "So, how come Y/N is already living here?"

Wanda looked at Y/N with a fond smile before turning back to Natasha. "Y/N is working really hard, juggling studies, a part-time job, and taking care of her family. I wanted to help her out, make things a bit easier."

Natasha's smile softened, her eyes conveying a mix of respect and admiration. "You've always had a heart of gold, Wands."

Y/N chimed in, her voice filled with gratitude. "It's true. Wanda's been amazing, Natasha. She's been there for me when I needed someone the most."

Natasha nodded appreciatively. "Well, you're lucky to have her. I've been trying to score this one for a while, but I'm guessing now she was just waiting for a young, hot one."

Y/N burst into laughter, the tension fully lifted now. "Maybe she was."

The atmosphere was easy and light, a testament to the bond between the three of them. As the conversation continued, Y/N realized that Wanda's friendships were as unique and genuine as the woman herself, and she couldn't help but feel grateful for having been welcomed into this circle of care and camaraderie.

...

The weeks that followed were a whirlwind of studying, hard work, and determination. Y/N was relentless in her pursuit of success, and her dedication paid off as she passed all her finals with amazing grades. With her accomplishments in hand, she decided to celebrate with her roommate Kate and Kate's girlfriend Yelena. Y/N extended an invitation to Wanda and Natasha as well, eager to share her joy with those who had become so important to her.

As they arrived at the club for their celebratory night out, Y/N's excitement was palpable. The atmosphere was charged with music and energy, setting the stage for a memorable evening. Natasha's presence, however, sparked a surprised reaction.

Natasha raised an eyebrow, looking at Yelena with a mixture of amusement and confusion. "What are you doing here?"

The others exchanged curious glances, wondering about the unexpected connection. Yelena rolled her eyes playfully. "She's my sister."

Laughter erupted, the coincidental meeting of sisters in such a vast city adding a layer of camaraderie to the group. As they settled into the night, the drinks flowed, and inhibitions slowly faded away. Y/N found herself dancing energetically, her body moving to the rhythm of the music.

In the midst of the pulsating lights and music, Y/N felt Wanda's presence beside her. Their bodies moved in sync, and Y/N couldn't resist leaning in closer, feeling the magnetic pull that had drawn them together. As the night progressed, the alcohol added a layer of courage, and Y/N found herself becoming bolder.

Kate, with her playful nature, teased Y/N about Wanda, causing a blush to spread across Y/N's cheeks. Just as Y/N was about to stammer a response, Wanda's hand cupped her cheek, and their lips met in a soft yet passionate kiss.

Y/N's heart raced, the world around them fading as Wanda's touch enveloped her. As they broke apart, Wanda's eyes held an affectionate gaze, and her words were whispered with tenderness. "You're adorable."

The music and laughter continued to fill the air, the night a tapestry of joy and connection. Y/N had found herself surrounded by people who cared for her deeply, who had become a part of her journey and her heart. As they danced and laughed together, Y/N realized that life had taken her on an unexpected yet beautiful path, one filled with love, friendship, and unforgettable moments.

...

In the days that followed Y/N's graduation, a sense of accomplishment and relief washed over her. She had worked tirelessly to excel in her studies, and now that she had successfully passed all her finals with remarkable grades, a new chapter of life awaited. As she basked in the glow of her achievement, she couldn't help but appreciate the support and love she had received from her friends and loved ones.

Among those who had been a constant presence was Wanda Maximoff. Ever since their chance encounter and the subsequent connection they had formed, Wanda had become an integral part of Y/N's life. They had shared moments of vulnerability, laughter, and genuine companionship. Y/N was grateful for Wanda's unwavering encouragement and support throughout her academic journey.

Yet, as graduation day approached, Y/N noticed a curious change in Wanda's behavior. She seemed to take a keen interest in cars, a topic that Y/N hadn't seen Wanda express much enthusiasm about before. Wanda would often ask Y/N about her preferences, the type of cars she liked, and even her dream car.

One evening, as they were sitting in a cozy corner of their favorite café, Y/N couldn't help but voice her curiosity. "Wanda, you seem really interested in cars lately. Is there a reason for that?"

Wanda looked at Y/N, a playful glint in her eyes. "You can tell a lot about a person by which car is their dream car."

Y/N chuckled, intrigued by the enigmatic response but not thinking too deeply about it. They shifted the conversation to other topics, enjoying the comfort of each other's company. Graduation day came and went, filled with the joy of accomplishment and the anticipation of new beginnings.

On a warm evening, after a celebratory dinner with her family, Y/N returned home with a contented smile. The apartment was dimly lit, and the air was charged with an air of mystery. Wanda's eyes twinkled as she approached Y/N, a blindfold in her hand.

"Close your eyes," Wanda instructed, her voice gentle.

Y/N complied, feeling a mixture of excitement and curiosity. The blindfold was carefully placed over her eyes, and Wanda's fingers brushed against her skin as she tied it securely. Y/N's heart raced as she wondered what surprise awaited her.

Wanda took Y/N's hand and led her carefully, their steps measured and deliberate. Y/N's mind raced with possibilities, trying to guess where they were headed. The sound of footsteps echoed through the hallways, and Y/N felt a rush of anticipation.

Finally, Wanda's voice broke through the silence. "Okay, open your eyes."

Y/N removed the blindfold, and her eyes widened in astonishment. Before her stood a sleek and elegant Tesla, bathed in the soft glow of the evening lights. Y/N's breath caught in her throat, her heart skipping a beat. She turned to Wanda, her expression a mix of surprise and confusion.

"Wanda, what is this?"

Wanda's smile was warm and genuine as she took out a set of keys and placed them in Y/N's hand. "This is a graduation gift from me."

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes, her emotions overwhelming her. "Wanda, I can't accept this. It's too much."

Wanda's expression was gentle yet resolute. "You deserve it, Y/N. To me, it's nothing, and seeing you happy makes me happy."

Y/N tried to find the right words, to express her gratitude and disbelief, but they eluded her. Instead, she reached out and pulled Wanda into a tight embrace, her heart overflowing with emotions. They stood there for a moment, wrapped in each other's arms, celebrating an achievement that felt even more special because it was shared.

As they pulled apart, Y/N's gaze fell on a neatly wrapped box placed on the driver's seat. She looked at Wanda, her curiosity piqued. Wanda's playful expression and a subtle raise of her eyebrows indicated that there was more to come.

With trembling fingers, Y/N carefully unwrapped the box, revealing a stethoscope of exquisite craftsmanship. The instrument was beautifully designed, with Y/N's name elegantly engraved on it. Y/N's eyes widened in astonishment, her hand touching the stethoscope as if it were a precious artifact.

She looked at Wanda, her voice filled with awe. "This is amazing, thank you so much."

Wanda's fingers brushed against Y/N's cheek, her gaze soft and affectionate. "You're welcome, darling. You've worked so hard, and I wanted to mark this moment for you."

Y/N's heart swelled with gratitude, her emotions swirling within her. She cupped Wanda's cheeks, a mixture of tenderness and adoration in her eyes. Without another word, she leaned in and pressed her lips against Wanda's, a kiss filled with a depth of emotion words could never convey.

As the kiss deepened, the world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them and the shared bond that had grown between them. It was a kiss that spoke of gratitude, love, and the promise of a future filled with shared moments and cherished memories.

When they finally broke apart, Y/N's gaze fell upon the Tesla once more. With newfound determination, she unlocked the car and opened the passenger door for Wanda. Wanda smiled appreciatively, leaning in to place a soft kiss on Y/N's cheek.

"Thank you," Y/N whispered, her voice filled with sincerity.

Wanda winked playfully. "Now, are you going to drive me around, or what?"

Y/N grinned, the excitement bubbling within her. She entered the driver's seat, the car's interior a blend of sleek design and cutting-edge technology. Wanda settled into the passenger seat, her smile warm and her eyes filled with affection.

As they drove off into the night, the city's lights illuminating their path, Y/N couldn't help but gush about the car's features. Wanda listened with a fond smile, her heart full as she watched Y/N's animated expressions and heard the excitement in her voice.

The wind tousled their hair, carrying with it a sense of freedom and possibility. Y/N glanced at Wanda, her heart swelling with gratitude for the woman who had not only gifted her a remarkable car but had also filled her life with love, support, and moments that would forever be etched in her heart.

...

Years had flowed by since that pivotal graduation day, where Y/N's life had taken an unforeseen turn. Her world had been forever altered by the chance encounter with Wanda Maximoff, and their love had grown in strength and depth.

In the intervening years, Y/N's veterinary career had soared to greater heights. Her clinic had become a beacon of excellence in animal care, drawing clients from near and far. The walls of her office were adorned with framed degrees and accolades, a testament to her dedication and skill.

But it wasn't just professional success that had filled Y/N's life. It was the unwavering support and boundless love of Wanda that had truly enriched her existence. Wanda had been her anchor, her confidante, and her biggest cheerleader. Their love had evolved into an unbreakable bond, a love story that had touched the hearts of all who knew them.

Wanda's own journey had continued to impress. Her law firm had flourished under her expert guidance, and she had become a formidable presence in the legal world. Yet, her true fulfillment came from the positive impact she had on her community. Wanda was known for her philanthropic endeavors, her commitment to justice, and her kindness to those in need.

Their shared life was a vibrant tapestry woven with love and laughter. Their home, once just a place to reside, had transformed into a sanctuary of warmth and comfort. It was a place where the aroma of Wanda's delicious cooking filled the air, where playful banter echoed through the halls, and where their love story was etched into every corner.

One thing that had remained unchanged was Wanda's knack for surprising Y/N. Special occasions were marked with grand gestures, such as romantic getaways to exotic destinations or extravagant celebrations with friends and family. But it was the everyday surprises that often meant the most—a heartfelt note left on a pillow or a spontaneous dance in the living room to their favorite song.

Their love story was a living testament to the power of connection, resilience, and unwavering support. Through trials and triumphs, they had weathered life's challenges hand in hand, growing closer with each obstacle they overcame. Their love had deepened, matured, and become a source of strength for them both.

As they continued to walk the winding path of life, Y/N and Wanda knew that whatever the future held, they would face it together. Their love was a testament to the enduring power of two souls united by destiny, a love story that would continue to inspire and enchant for years to come.

#marvel mcu #mcu #marvel #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff

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eavesdrop part I

kim chaewon x fem!soloist!reader

you were badmouthing chaewon and unbeknownst to you, the kim chaewon heard what you said. now, you are baffled as to why chaewon seem to hate you when you literally just met.

! : swearing, angst, chaewon wtf

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read part II here.

The hall was filled with people hurrying, trying to do their jobs, making sure that they would be able to do so without any delays. Panic was evident in some of their eyes while the others seem like they are used to this kind of day.

Kim Chaewon loses her balance for a bit as she was accidentally bumped by one of the stylists of a boy group that was about to go into their dressing room. Her eyes enlarged as she saw who she bumped into and Chaewon felt uneasy with it, "It's really not that big of a deal," she thought.

"Don't worry, I'm okay," Chaewon said with a smile that was professionally plastered on her face. The stylist nodded and uttered another apology before hurrying into the group's room.

Chaewon just finished performing on stage with Le Sserafim and was roaming to see if she would see any of her friends that were also promoting.

"She's so annoying, I swear to god," Chaewon heard a familiar voice as she was about to pass by a room with a door that was partly open. "Like that face that she makes? Chaewon seriously gets on my nerves every single time."

She froze on the spot. First of all, she found it absurd that an idol would shamelessly talk crap about her where she could easily get caught. Secondly, she couldn't fathom how a sweet and charming idol like you could do that when you don't even know each other.

Chaewon didn't want to accuse you of badmouthing her, so she decided to sneak a little peak just to be sure and there you were talking to The Boyz's Kim Sunwoo, a frown was very evident on your sickeningly beautiful face.

With her fists clenched, she went back to her dressing room, and when she arrived, her members were simply concerned why their leader seemed to be in such a foul mood.

You woke up to your phone ringing beside you. The obnoxiously loud volume of your ringtone pissed you off in the early hours of the day, so you immediately picked up the phone and answered the call from your manager.

"Y/N, are you up?" She asked, knowing that she most likely woke you up. Stretching your limbs out and groaning at the sensation, you answered, "Yeah, I'm up now."

"Okay, good. I've got some news for you."

Chaewon's eyes faltered as her manager relayed the news to her. She refused to believe that it was real.

"Are you sure that it has to be me?" Chaewon clarified, "I mean, Kkura unnie is funny and great with variety shows, she's also the best at cooking among us, I think she would be a better fit for the show," she tried to negotiate.

"Chaewon," their manager started, maintaining eye contact with her, "You know that Sakura already has other schedules with Fearless Kkura."

The leader had no choice but to nod in agreement. Although she wanted to say that Yunjin would be a good candidate because the girl is absolutely hilarious, she decided to go with it. Deep down, she was also intrigued and curious about what could possibly happen while working with you.

You couldn't help but feel excited and panicked at the same time. The fact that you were about to work with Le Sserafim's Kim Chaewon still hasn't sunk in with you yet. You closely followed IZ*ONE when they were still active as a group, and you were a hundred percent aware that Kim Chaewon is an intimidating individual who seems to get upset easily and would sometimes bless her fansites with death glares. There's literally nothing to be afraid of.

Checking yourself out in the mirror for the last time, you tried to calm your nerves and took a sip from your cup of iced tea with a shot of espresso before releasing a huge sigh, "Sooyoung unnie seriously have a weird taste," you thought looking at the drink your friend ordered for you.

You put the cup down and left the dressing room, making your way to the studio. On your way there, you could feel your heart pounding, and you had no idea if it was because of the espresso or because you were finally about to meet Kim Chaewon.

When you entered the studio, you noticed that she wasn't there yet so you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. Smiling at all the staff that were present, you greeted them one by one.

Chaewon arrived at the scene and saw you laughing with the staffs. The sight was truly adorable but it made her seethe with anger, remembering what you said. However, before anyone could notice, she immediately changed her demeanor, and started greeting the staff as well.

After hearing some commotion behind you, you felt yourself momentarily freeze on the spot before hearing a sweet voice call for you. "Y/N?"

Turning to face the owner of the voice, you were met with a beautiful idol with a smile on her face, "Hi, I'm looking forward to working with you," Chaewon said before bowing.

You mirrored her actions and looked into her eyes. She seemed so lovely but there was definitely something off about her but you couldn't point your finger on it. Deciding to ignore it, you smiled at her and said, "It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Chaewon sunbaenim."

The both of you were getting ready to shoot a short show where you have to bake some pastries and sell it in a local cafe. In all honesty, you were confident in baking; it was your forte. What you're not confident with is baking with Chaewon.

Although being the same age as her, there's no denying that she's got more experience than you. You also noticed how stiff she was when she's around you; you were worried that you wouldn't vibe with each other and the viewers might notice it as well.

Trying to diminish the doubts that were currently clouding your head, you tried taking a deep breath before stealing a glance at Chaewon, only to see her already looking at you.

To be more accurate, you saw her glaring at you. The sight was a total shock. "Is there something wrong?" You thought to yourself. Not long after, a production crew member approached the both of you and Chaewon immediately averted her eyes and smiled at the staff.

"We will be starting in 5, make sure that everything is good to go, and if you have any concerns, don't hesitate to call us," he said before approaching the camera.

You faced your coworker for the day, "Good luck to us," you muttered unsurely, forcing up a smile despite the nerves eating you up.

Chaewon studied your features, immediately taking notice of your fake smile before crafting a professional smile as well, "Let's do well today so we could go home early."

She could see your face falter and it took everything in her not to roll her eyes and shove you. "This is work," she reminded herself, "You have to be the bigger person."

The shoot started and little by little, the tension between the both of you disappeared. Mostly because Chaewon kept struggling while baking some of the pastries.

"I should just use this mixer for the cream right?" Chaewon asked. You looked up from where you were piping the macaron batter onto the parchment paper.

You found it absolutely adorable how Chaewon looked so clueless but obviously you wouldn't tell her that. She looked at you expectantly and you realized that you haven't answered her question.

"Yes, just be careful with it," you said as you felt the warmth on your cheeks and immediately broke eye contact, pretending to be very focused on your task when in reality you could practically do it with your eyes closed.

Chaewon nodded, turning the hand mixer on and using it on the cream. Unfortunately for her, the cream splattered onto her and as a response, she screamed. This immediately caught your attention and rushed to her side, worried that she might've gotten hurt. "Are you okay?" you asked, holding onto her wrist that was on the mixer.

Chaewon nodded, avoiding your eyes, "Yeah, but I'm covered in cream," she said in a cute voice, knowing that the both of you are still filming a content for the fans. Yes, it was for the fans and for the fans only.

You grinned subconsciously, getting a piece of tissue to wipe off the cream on her face. You started wiping the cream on her nose as it was the most visible, and proceeded to wipe the ones that were on her forehead.

"Good thing we're wearing an apron," you joked, and Chaewon couldn't help but blush at her sudden awareness of your close distance.

After wiping the cream off of her forehead, you took a new piece of tissue and wiped the cream off her lips. You were very focused on cleaning her up to notice the flustered state that the short-haired girl was in. That was until she reached for your wrist and you looked at her in question. Seeing her eyes so close to yours made you rapidly blink before taking a step back.

Chaewon gave a small smile of appreciation before holding onto the mixer once again. "Oh wait," you said.

She looked at you in question before you added, "Do you want to switch? I can mix the cream and you can pipe the macarons."

Nodding in agreement, she said with an awkward laugh, "Yeah, I think that would be better."

After putting the macarons inside the oven, you decided to initiate a conversation to make the atmosphere less awkward, "Have you already decided who you're giving these to?"

Chaewon thought of an answer, "I'll most likely give it to my members," she said with a grin forming, "I think our maknae would love it."

You nodded, smiling at her answer, "Oh Manchae? You should also give her some of the cookies that we baked earlier," you looked through the small window of the kitchen to the counter that displays the pastries, "There's still a lot left from the batch that we made."

Chaewon agreed with a smile, but it slowly faltered, remembering that you aren't as kind as you act. "If she could say all those things about me, what's stopping her from bashing our maknae?" She thought, and immediately felt protective of her member.

"How about you?" You looked at her in question before she added, "Do you have anyone in mind who would be interested in receiving pastries from the most charming Y/N?"

Chaewon was being sarcastic but you were pretty oblivious and blushed at her words, "Uh, I might give them to my friend, Jung— KimLip from LOONA," you said before adding, "She celebrated her birthday recently and I could give this as a gift."

The short-haired girl nodded, not really caring about your answer. Yeah, she definitely didn't feel anything when you mentioned that you were giving your pastries to a very pretty idol. No, that would be absurd.

After wrapping up the shoot, the both of you thanked all of the staff for their hard work and you immediately grabbed a bag of some pastries that you personally baked earlier while Chaewon was in charge of manning the counter.

You looked around to find her but she had already left the studio. You went to look for her and saw her inside her dressing room alone. "Chaewon," you said with a smile, remembering how she told you to talk to her comfortably earlier during the shoot, "Here, you should take this home for your members, I'm sure they'll like it."

The girl smiled at you and took the bag from your grasp, "Thank you," she said sweetly, but suddenly the facade wore off. Chaewon dropped her smile as well as the bag and the pastries scattered on the floor, "But no thanks."

You stood there in shock. You didn't know how to respond; her whole demeanor changed and it felt like the Chaewon you just worked with was gone. "I—"

"Y/N," Chaewon started calmly but the venom in her tone was more than evident and it made you uncomfortable, "The camera is gone, we don't have to act like we like each other anymore so I suggest you take your trash and leave."

Chaewon felt so powerful as she let those words out, she wanted to pat herself on the shoulder for telling you off which she wanted to do ever since she overheard you talking crap about her. But after seeing the look on your face, she felt a pit on her stomach and she found it weird. Shouldn't she be relieved? Why was she feeling more upset? She convinced herself that it's because you looked upset when clearly she had every right to be upset at you.

You remained unmoving as Chaewon grabbed her stuff and left. You could feel the tears welling up as you looked at the scattered pastries on the floor, including the brownies that Chaewon stepped on when she was leaving.

It was absolutely humiliating. You felt so helpless. During the shoot, you thought that the both of you vibed with each other but it turns out that you didn't. Kim Chaewon was such a fake.

You went out of the room and went into yours to grab your stuff before leaving. You took out the phone from your pocket before texting your friend.

Unnie, I have something for you :) Are you free rn?

Not a minute later, she replied.

Yeah, I'm at Heejin's apartment with Hyunjin. Come over, the girls miss you

You went straight to Heejin's apartment and as you arrived at her door, it swung open even before ringing the bell. "Y/N! You're here!" Heejin greeted you, engulfing you in a hug.

Jungeun approached the both of you and said, "You made it." You went to wrap the girl in an embrace before saying, "Happy Birthday, unnie. I got you some of your favorites."

The three of you went to the dining area where Hyunjin was waiting, "You brought food?" she asked cheekily before Jungeun answered her, "Yes but it's for me!"

"Don't worry, Hyunjin," You said with a smile, "I got you some bread that I baked." Hyunjin perked up and approached you to grab the bag from your hold. Heejin studied your face as she noticed something different.

"Did something happen?" She asked suddenly and the two LOONA members looked at her in question. "I had a schedule earlier where I had to bake some pastries."

"Yeah, but that doesn't explain your puffy eyes," Heejin replied, the girls then looked at you and that's when they realized that Heejin was right.

You were just about to reply to her when her doorbell rang again. Hyunjin looked at Heejin before asking, "Are you expecting anyone else?"

She shook her head, "No." Heejin stood from her seat and approached the front door. Suddenly excited screams were heard and you immediately recognized the surprise guest before she even arrived at the dining area.

"Hi everyone!" Yena said with a grin that reached her eyes. Everyone greeted her back and they all engaged in small talks. You thought that you finally escaped the previous interrogation until Jungeun brought it up.

"Now Yena is going to hear about it too," you thought. You took a deep breath before telling your side of the story.

To say that Yena was surprised was an understatement. The LOONA members weren't close with Chaewon so they didn't have a say on the issue but Yena worked closely with her; they were literally roommates back when IZ*ONE was active. Chaewon was definitely not that kind of person. She looked at you sympathetically, because she knew that you couldn't have made that story up. Yena knew Chaewon but she knows you too; you trained with her in Pledis with Heejin and Hyunjin. Yena knew that something was wrong so she decided that she will ask Chaewon about it later.

A week later, Chaewon was practicing with her members when a sudden loud voice was heard inside the practice room, "Le Sserafim what's up?!" Yena greeted each of the members, almost tackling Sakura to the ground with a hug. Chaewon smiled at her former member and went to hug her as well.

"Unnie! What are you doing here?" Chaewon asked Yena as they separated from each other. Suddenly Yena smacked the back of the leader's head before replying, "To talk to you! I needed information from the source."

When their instructor gave them an hour break, Chaewon led Yena to the cafe in HYBE. They both took a seat and Chaewon looked at Yena expectantly, "So, what did you want to know?"

Yena took a sip from her cup before taking Chaewon off guard, "What's the problem between you and Y/N?" The short-haired girl almost choked on her drink when Yena mentioned you.

"Y/N?" Chaewon looked at Yena in surprise, "How did you know that we have a problem?"

Yena shrugged and said, "She was about to open it up to some of our LOONA friends when I arrived, so I heard about it."

"It shocked me a lot because I know you wouldn't do something like that, but I also know that Y/N wouldn't make up stories to ruin your image." Chaewon laughed sarcastically before saying, "She wouldn't make up stories to ruin my image but she'll definitely talk shit about me to her friends."

Yena was confused by what her friend said so she inquired, "Did she lie about what happened after the shoot?" Chaewon shook her head, "No, it's true. But I only did it in retaliation."

"What do you mean?" Yena was more lost than ever. Chaewon sighed before answering, "I overheard Y/N talking shit about me when I was about to pass by her dressing room in Inkigayo."

"I wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt that maybe it wasn't her but when I checked inside, she was there talking to her friend from The Boyz." Yena looked at her with creased brows, "Who? Sunwoo?" Chaewon nodded and the older girl asked, "What did she say?"

Chaewon tried to remember the things that you said, "She told him about how the face that I make annoys her." Yena facepalmed herself, "So she said that 'Chaewon is annoying' is that right?"

The younger girl nodded and Yena wanted to smack her friend so badly, "Chaewon," she started, "You do realize that you're not the only Chaewon in the world, right?"

The short-haired girl rolled her eyes before answering, "I know, but who else would she be referring to? Our group just finished performing and I was even one of the ending fairies."

"Chaewon," Yena made sure to explain this to her friend calmly because she doesn't know how she would react to it, "Y/N's best friends are TBZ's Sunwoo and LOONA's Gowon," she said, studying the girl's face, but it seems like Chaewon still didn't understand what she was implying.

"The three of them are almost always present during each other's promotions," Chaewon looked at her friend in question, "What does that have to do with anything?"

"Gowon's birth name is Chaewon."

Then everything crumbled at once. Chaewon's stomach dropped and the bad feeling she felt that never went away since she confronted you a week ago just got worse. Her thoughts were spiraling in her head.

She remembered the show you shot together, how you took care of her, how you made sure that she didn't do any of the challenging tasks, how you made sure to clean her up when she splattered the cream all over herself, how you were so close to her that it made her heart beat ten times faster, how you smiled at her when you gave her the bag of pastries that you worked hard on only for her to drop it on the floor and stepped on some of them, she remembered the look on your face when she acted like a total bitch to you, thinking that her actions were reasonable and that it was all your fault.

Yena could see the look of utter defeat on her friend's face, and she knew that she couldn't do anything at the moment to help her friend feel better. No, Chaewon will beat herself up knowing that she acted the way she did when you didn't do anything wrong.

And she's right. Chaewon felt like absolute shit because she remembered everything that you did for her and how she repaid your kindness. She fucked everything up.

: should i write a part 2 for this?

#kim chaewon #kim chaewon x reader #fem reader #chaewon #iz*one #le sserafim x reader #le sserafim scenarios #le sserafim imagines #le sserafim #angst #le sserafim angst #chaewon x reader #huhjxn #kim chaewon angst #chaewon angst #kim chaewon imagines #chaewon scenarios

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momotorin · 1 year ago

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momos recent post has me thinking… gp ceo momo x ceo sana being like rivals in their industry and hate fucking each other

like sana invites momo over to a huge party she’s hosting in celebration for winning a big award for their company that momo IS PISSED she didn’t get and sana is soooo petty while telling her about how proud she is in her team

so momo ofc being momo brings sana to some bathroom, no one noticing the hostesses sudden leave because hello there are so many people there and momo fucking the shit out of sana while muffling her moans w her hand ;((

i want them both sooooo bad

you're so right for this omg....

stocks!

gp!ceo!momo x ceo!sana

MEN DNI!!

it's the 27th annual kansai tech gala, and the biggest names in japanese and worldwide technologies were in attendance. one of which, minatozaki sana— the president of minatozaki industries, an established technology provider under a new ruling.

speculations say that the minatozaki empire has a new challenger: hirai tech, a start up in kyoto, owned by the hirais and anchored by the ceo— hirai momo.

sana doesn't really understand the weight of the governor's award, since she has a couple of it on the desk alongside national awards that the company has been winning in the past years.

momo, as an aspirant in the tech and business, looks at the award as something significant and a first for her company. if she wins, it'll be something monumental for her as finally, she could bring something at the family dinner table.

with pride and name up on the gamble for the gala tonight, sana can't miss the way that momo's eyes glisten in awe knowing recent tech inventions from other companies.

she should hate her, but why does she need to look that damn attractive with the coat and dress set she's wearing. damn.

as the night deepens, the gala brings out each event, which doesn't really pique sana's interest that much.

what intrigues her was the way momo held her martini.

"lonely night, superstar?" sana greets, teasing the woman as she sits by her side.

"hello, minatozaki," momo feigns a smile. "what brings you here?"

"wanted a breather from all the talk," sana sighed, signaling the bartender to get tequila. "why haven't you been around?"

"dunno, really didn't feel it with everyone," momo shifts her attention to the laughing men at her table. "it's awful and they smell like my dad."

sana laughs, finding momo genuinely adorable at this moment.

"saw that you haven't looked around too," momo mentions, taking another sip from her drink. "what's up with you, minatozaki?"

"didn't feel like it, either," sana chuckles. "can't really fit in with the chatter."

it's always going to be 'oh! the new minatozaki!' and 'oh! the hirai... is that the youngest, with the startup? not doing pretty well, i see..'. comments from these men who talk like their mouth is on their ass.

to say the least, it's suffocating. momo, as much as she hates being in the same room with minatozaki sana, wanted to stay in this bubble of tequila and martini side by side.

sana smiles at her, "you know, you're not so bad yourself."

"why do you say so?" momo chuckled at sana's randomness.

"i mean, this event is limited to tech pioneers only, like look... japan's finest are here," sana teases. "so being here is great already."

"well, that's a good point," momo just sighs. "but you know damn well why i'm here, right?"

"i know that very well, sweetheart," sana, in her head, flusters at the little slip. "but i bet it's me again this year, don't you think so too?"

turns out, she was right.

although momo's sales in record were reaching highs, and her startup gaining Invertors by the day, she still wasn't chosen by the judges at the kansai tech gala.

it was quite the disappointment.

later in the same week, momo accepts an invitation from her assistant to go to minatozaki sana's party with one thing in mind: hatred.

but blame the heavens for making sana much more attractive than any individual to walk on planet earth.

it was a real, full house, with a dj and smashing drinks type of party. momo, alongside her other executives, get drunk on free drinks. momo's head was fucking spinning and she's getting crazy at the fact that she hasn't seen sana yet.

the music stops for a moment, and sana, in all her dramatic glory, enters the stage with a cocktail in hand.

"hope you're having a nice night, everyone!" she was beaming, momo seeing her in that sparkling dress was like the second coming of christ. she can't believe she's saying those words in her head, but momo is already going crazy at the fact that she couldn't even hold sana. "this party," sana sighs, getting herself in a more comfortable position as she stands at the middle of the stage. "we need to have fun and reward ourselves because once again we've won! thank you everyone, thank you to my co-executives, the board, the managers, the staff, and everyone who makes our company great— this night is for you so, enjoy!"

sana gives out a toast to everyone in attendance, and momo just stares at her. not of ill intent, but with some want that only sana can satisfy.

and fuck, the way that dress fitted on sana made momo's stomach churn.

"hey, having a nice night too?" sana greets, teasing her again by tapping her shoulder. "you're smashed, aren't you?"

"probably?" momo says, half drunk and half conscious. "congratulations on the.. everything."

"aw, thanks," sana nudges at her. "glad you're not mad."

"you know what?" momo's tone suddenly deepens as she dismisses the glass off of her hand. "maybe i am mad. i'm mad at the way that you won and you just party. meanwhile, i have other things to worry about because i built my own ground without my parents and now they're shaming me because i didn't get your useless award," momo chuckled lowly, her disappointment in herself, her parents, and everyone was so evident that it broke sana. "so yeah! maybe we do have a problem!"

and fuck, the way momo raises her voice made sana almost wet her dress. she can't deny it, the woman is fucking hot.

"mo-"

before sana even continues her sentence, she gets dragged by the wrist by momo to the club's spacious bathroom, and now, she's pinned against the door, with momo's hands on the sides of her waist, and their breaths just an inch away.

"god," momo smirks, seeing sana's flustered state. "what would they think if they saw you like this, hm?"

"momo, ple-"

"what?" momo teases, running her hands along the exposed back of sana's dress. "look at you," she says, dragging them carefully to make sana look at herself in the mirror. "you wanted this, didn't you?"

"fuck," sana mutters under her breath. "yes, you don't know how much." sana doesn't know what she's talking about anymore. what matters is that she feels momo's hands trail to clasp her hand, interlocking it with hers as she faced momo's eyes.

momo's breath stilled as she kisses sana, hands tightening on her waist to pull her closer and raise her to the marble countertop.

it's all so intoxicating, all so overwhelming; momo doesn't know if she's drunk or she just wants to get drunk on sana and her undeniably delectable vanilla perfume.

"hmm," momo hums, feeling sana arch her back as she leaves marks on her collarbone. "i should've done this during that award night."

"y-you should've," sana stutters as momo slips off the almost non existent strap of her dress from her shoulders, revealing her supple breasts. "oh, fuck, baby." she moans, throwing her head back as momo kneads her other breast and her lips sucks on her nipple.

momo continues to hum, playing with sana's tits to tease her more. sana was so sensitive under momo's touch and that amused her.

"shit," momo sighs as she parts her lips away from sana's breast, seeing sana's blushed out form. "ah, i'm so hard," she laughs, pulling her pants down to reveal her boxers, her 10 inch cock printing on the fabric. sana licks her lips. "want it?"

"yes," sana fidgets with her fingers, but momo took her hand to palm on her length. momo's breath staggered as sana removed her boxers, her hardness springing to her clothed lower stomach. "hmm, so hard for me," sana began to wrap her hand around momo's length, feeling the girth of it, the veins, and momo's budding precum. she swipes her finger above momo's tip, and momo shudders. sana places her finger to her tongue, tasting momo. "you're fucking delicious, baby."

"don-"

"shh," sana says, just pulling momo closer by a kiss as she removes the rest of her dress, revealing her black lace panties. she guided momo's hand above her wetness. "feel how ready i am for you."

momo feels the wet cloth on her hands, and hooks her fingers to remove it from sana. "fuck, you're so wet," momo spreads sana's soaked pussy lips. "you dreamt of this, didn't you?" she kisses sana once more as she slides her length along her wetness, feeling it spread on her cock.

"i-inside please," sana pleads, her arms wrapping around momo's shoulder as momo inserts her length inside her hole. "fuck!" she screamed, feeling momo sink inside of her. "you're going to break me."

"fuck," momo says, pulling her length out of her pussy. "so fucking tight," momo enters again, burying her cock to the deepest part of her walls as sana moaned loudly. "going to fucking break you."

momo held sana by the waist, her thrusts gradually speeding as she felt sana tighten her pussy walls around her. sana was full on screaming that she was sure people could hear them.

"so loud," momo stops for a while as she flips sana over the counter, her ass now facing her as they see each other in the big mirror of the bathroom. "you're so fucked out already," momo teases, holding sana's hair up to relieve her a little. "should i stop, sweetheart?"

"no, fuck," sana sighs, pulling momo closer by tapping her thighs. "fuck me more."

"hmm," momo chuckled lowly, putting her length inside sana's wetness once more. "fuck." she thrusts, feeling sana pulse her walls against her cock. "are you g'nna cum, baby?"

"yes!" sana shouts, and momo pulls on the makeshift ponytail she made for her, making sana arch her back. sana continued to let out screams, as momo pounded her cock inside of her, hitting every spot she hasn't even known before. "fuck, fuck," sana moans, her grip on the marble was tight because of the pleasure. "more!"

"fuck yeah, baby," momo says, pulling sana up for her to be held by the waist. "you're going to make a mess on my cock, hm?" she whispered on sana's ear as she continued to thrust. "look at your pretty face," she says, making sana look at the mirror. fuck. it was so hot; momo's cock going in and out of her, her smudged lipstick, her messy hair, the marks... sana thinks she's never been better. "shit, you're getting tighter, baby? you like that?"

sana just hums, biting her lip down to at least suppress some of her moans because she knows that she has been so fucking loud. it was useless still.

there was a slam from the door, "sana? you there?"

"shit," momo immediately puts her hand on sana's mouth to muffle her moans as she continues to thrust inside of her. "keep quiet, pretty." momo whispered as her other hand made its way to part her pussy and rub her clit. sana screams on momo's hand.

"no," momo loudly answers, her cock still buried inside of sana's tight pussy. "she's not here!"

the person shouts from the outside, "oh, okay."

momo thrusted faster, with the thrill of knowing that someone was outside. sana's grip on the counter was so tight, and her pussy was literally closing up on momo's length.

"you'll like it even when someone catches us, don't you?" momo teases, whispering again as her fingers rub tight circles on her clit, urging her to cum. "fuck, cum."

sana screams on her hand, her cream spreading on momo's cock as momo continues to thrust inside of her, chasing her own high.

"mmgh," sana moans in the sensitivity as momo removes her hand to put on her waist, thrusting inside her pulsing pussy further. "shit- ah," sana reached out for momo's hand, holding it tight for some sort of support. "i'm fucking sensitive, baby, st-"

momo slaps sana's ass, a red mark leaving on her as she trusted, "i don't fucking care," momo growls, her cock already so wet and soaked with sana's juices. "i need to cum inside of you."

"fuck, yes please!" sana screamed as momo's thrusts stuttered, now focusing on hitting her g-spot. sana comes once more, and momo's cock pulsed, white ropes of cum shooting inside of her.

"haah," momo sighs, holding sana close as she feels sana lose balance. she removes her length away from sana's pussy, so wet and trickling with both of their bodily juices. she held sana once more, helping her to get on the marble countertop, making her sit. "wait, fuck," she said, getting a couple of tissues from the tissue box and helping sana clean up their mess. "we made a mess."

"thanks," sana stares at momo, who was cleaning up the inside of her thighs and slipping her panties back on. "you're not as bad as i think you would."

"you really thought that i suck at fucking?" momo laughs, also cleaning her soaked dick before tucking it away inside her boxers.

"you look like a loser, can't help to think that you fuck like one too," sana teases, kissing momo's cheek. "what about... taking this to my place?"

"good offer, champ," momo chuckles, helping sana zip up her dress once more and fix her hair. "but you've got a night to finish."

"oh shit," sana curses at the realization. "how long were we out?"

"like," momo looks down at her watch. "i dunno, 45 minutes? someone was finding you by the door a little while ago."

"ah, alright, they probably wouldn't mind..." sana chuckles, her arms wrapping around momo's shoulders as they kiss once more. "see you next time, loser."

"sure," momo laughs. "g'nna fuck you 'till you break, next time, baby."

#twice #twice smut #momo smut #sana smut #momo imagines #sana imagines

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thetorturedwriterdepartment · 2 months ago

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s.h. | there goes the strangest girl Hawkins has ever seen (one shot)

a/n: soooo, yeah. i came back to writing fanfics. i haven't done this in years so I hope i'm not rusty. you'll let me know if that's the case.

warnings: halloween themes, language, femicide. english is not my first language. some stuff may not be accurate. i wrote this at night. please don't blame me.

summary: while steve is working at family video, a mysterious girl comes to the store and he can't help to be intrigued by her so he asks her out.

steve harrington x occ.

Steve knew Hawkins was not a normal place to live in. Understatement of the century. Much to his dismay, he found out about the existence of demogorgons, the Mind Flyer and Vecna as well as the crazy scientist who used little kids for wicked experiments in a secret laboratory.

Although…he would be lying to himself if he didn’t admit that deep deep deep down a part of himself somehow enjoyed fighting against those monsters, and also the unusual excitement that they brought to the small boring town.

He had been working at Family Video for a couple of months now, waiting for “shit to hit the fan” as the kids said, but he had seen nothing out of the ordinary. He was secretly wishing that Vecna would have given up on destroying the world. As if, Steve thought, rolling his eyes. He didn’t want to get too into his head on that matter. We’ll cross that bridge when we get there.

One warm afternoon in the last week of October while he was at work, the doorbell rang and when he turned his head to look at the person entering the shop, he couldn’t believe what his eyes were seeing. There was a blond girl around his age and slightly shorter than him. She was wearing a white summer dress that had little flowers in different shades of pink on it and white sandals on her feet. She looked beautifully angelic.

“Good afternoon, my name’s Steve. How can I help you?”, he introduced himself as he got closer to her.

“Hi, Steve”, she greeted him with a sweet shy voice and gave him a little smile. “I’m looking for a horror film. My family and I have this tradition of watching horror films during the Halloween week nights and for once they are letting me choose”, she mentioned while shaking her head and then smiling again.

“We shall not disappoint them then”, Steve retorted. Shall? Who on Earth says shall nowadays, you idiot? He pushed that thought into the back of his brain and directed her towards the ‘Horror and Thrillers’ section. “So, what type of horror are you looking for? Monsters, psychological, supernatural or ghosts?” he asked, looking at the different rows of shelves.

“Oh, no ghost stories, please. I know them all too well”, she replied while clearing her throat. He looked up to him. “Which one would you recommend?”

“Well, I’d suggest ‘Rosemary’s baby’ or ‘Evil Dead’”, he said, turning his head to look at her as well.

“Have you seen those?”

“Nah, I’ve got enough horror in my life”, he answered without letting his brain process first what his mouth has just blurted out.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, long story.” He raised his eyebrows, and scratched the back of his neck, fully ready to avoid that topic. “But a lot of clients said they were both really good so…”

“Ok, then I’ll take ‘Evil Dead’. It looks interesting but kinda gross as well’”, she grabbed the film from the shelf and gave it to Steve. Their hands accidentally touched and they both felt a rush of electricity. They looked at each other with surprise mixed with curiosity.

“How much do I owe you?”, she asked rather quickly, wanting to ignore what just happened, but also screaming inside.

Steve directed her to the register counter to tell her the price and the date of return of the film and while she was looking for her wallet on her bag, he couldn’t help noticing a subtle mark around her neck. It looked like a birthmark. It was subtle but the natural light coming from the huge windows allowed him to see it.

“Goodbye Steve, thank you for the recommendation”, she uttered after paying him and grabbing the bag with the film inside.

“My pleasure.”, he said as he watched her exit the store.

Later in the afternoon, Robin joined him at work. She had noticed the lovey dovey look he had on his face. The reason was a mystery to her, so she decided to question him about it while they were organizing the piles of films that people had rented and brought back during the last couple of weeks.

“What’s that look on your face, dingus?”

“You know? I’m still not fond of that nickname”

“But you know I won’t stop calling you that, don’t you?” Robin retorted and Steve moved his mouth, mocking Robin. “Now, talk.”.

“It’s nothing really”

Robin looked at him with her eyebrows raised so he had no more excuses to keep dodging the question.

“A really cute girl came earlier to the store to rent a film.”

“A lot of cute girls come here to rent films, Steve.”

“Yeah, but she was different, I don’t know. She had this really chill vibe and she was really beautiful.” The images of this girl came back to his head and he sighed.

“You should ask her out when she comes back to return the film”, Robin suggested.

“I’m not doing that. Keith said we shouldn’t hit on clients”

“Steve, come on! Are you really obeying Keith’s rule on that? You? King Steve?”

“I’m not King Steve anymore.”

“He makes little appearances sometimes though”.

“Shut up, Buckley.”

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Steve certainly wasn’t expecting to see that girl the next day. What’s more, he wasn’t waiting to see her every day that week leading up to the actual Halloween day. She rented a different film – all horror films of course – every day to watch with her family and came back to the store to give it back the following day. She wore similar cute dresses every time and Steve couldn’t be more smitten.

On October 31st, while she was paying for the film, he felt a sudden rush of adrenaline and decided to ask her out. He didn’t like proving Robin right but he felt he couldn’t miss the opportunity of getting to know her. He only knew her name because he saw it on the credit card she gave him multiple times to rent the film. Olivia Anderson.

“Uhm, Olivia”, he shyly called her attention while she was looking for her wallet inside her purse.

“Yeah?”, she looked at him with curiosity. “And you can call me Liv, by the way.”

“Well, Liv, I don’t want this to sound creepy, but I’d like to get to know you better. You seem really nice and I think you’re beautiful. Would you like to go out for some drinks tonight?” Steve could feel his whole body trembling. Robin’s voice popped into his brain: Since when King Steve gets this nervous while asking a girl out?

“Steve…”, she replied and he could notice some nervousness in her voice too. “I’d love that, but my parents have a very strict curfew. I have to be at home before it gets dark. I’m sorry”

“Oh, all right. We could have a coffee then? My shift is about to end and my coworker must be arriving. I won't keep you long.” In fact, he did wish to do that. A lot.

Olivia thought about it for a minute. She could hear his father’s voice in her head saying she couldn’t interact with anyone, let alone a boy, but her heart said otherwise. Especially because it was Steve asking. And she wasn’t coming to this video store and probably getting into a lot of trouble for nothing. She was really attracted to him.

“Ok, let’s go for coffee”, she finally said with a smirk on her face.

Steve could truly jump on one foot out of the happiness he was feeling but he refrained. He also telepathically urged Robin to get here so he could finally go with Liv to their coffee date. He handed her a chair so she could sit while they waited and he took the time to organize the counter.

Robin arrived 10 minutes later and greeted both of them. She wasn’t expecting to see Steve’s mysterious girl.

“So this is the girl you haven’t shut up about?”, she remarked looking at Steve. He could feel all his blood rush to his cheeks. Liv let out a laugh. She was screaming inside at the thought of Steve talking about her to his friend.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Liv.”

“Same thing. I’m Robin.”

“And Liv and I have to go.” Steve wanted to get out of there as soon as possible so Robin wouldn’t keep embarrassing him in front of his date anymore. He couldn’t stop thinking about the fact she was going on a date with him. He waved Robin goodbye and rushed Liv to the door of Family Video.

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Once they were seated at the coffee shop, they ordered two espressos. Steve couldn’t wait to grill her with questions about her life. She seemed like the type of person that has a lot of interesting stories. However, he didn’t want to come off as desperate or nosey, so he started with a simple question.

“So, do you live nearby?”

“Uhm, yeah.. I live a couple of blocks away from here”, she replied as she toyed with her hair. She didn’t want to give away too many details about her place. “What about you?”

“My house is a bit further but I have a car so it doesn’t take me much time to get to work.”

And just like that, the afternoon has passed by, with conversations about various topics. Olivia learned a lot about Steve. Before working at Family Video, he worked at Scoops Ahoy, where he met Robin and before that, he befriended a group of kids because apparently “they needed someone to take care of them when their parents were not watching.” He also dated one of the boy’s sister, but that didn’t end up well, sadly. He didn’t have a good relationship with his parents since they were never home. And now that he has finished high school, he’s trying to figure out what to do for the rest of his life. She could tell that Steve was really sweet and that he truly wanted to take care of the people he loved.

Disobeying her parents to get closer to this boy was totally worth it.

Oh no.

My parents.

It was getting dark and Olivia needed to get home immediately.

“Uh, Steve, I’m really sorry but I have to go. My parents are going to kill me if I don’t get home before it gets dark.” she uttered quickly as she rose from her seat.

“Oh, yeah, sure. Do you need a ride?” He couldn’t help feeling a bit disappointed that she had to leave.

“No, no, that’s all right. Thank you for everything!�� She practically screamed since she was already at the coffee shop’s door.

Just as he was about to ask the waiter for the check, he realized that Olivia had left her bag on her chair. So he hurriedly paid the bill and rushed to the door to see if he had any chance of spotting her.

And he did. He saw her around the corner so he followed her and called her name a few times but she seemed not to hear him. Steve started getting suspicious about the amount of blocks she was walking. She said she lived nearby.

Where is she going?

Wait, why is she entering the woods?

Steve stopped himself on his tracks. Should he follow her? He did have her bag and had to return it but was that a valid reason to follow her to something that seemed private? He also could take the bag with him and wait for her to come back to Family Video to get it back. That would be the right thing to do.

But you know how the saying goes: curiosity killed the cat.

He decided to go after her. He continued walking the same straight line as she had done and came to a stop when he saw the place he arrived at.

The cemetery?

Maybe she’s visiting someone that passed away.

Steve couldn’t deny that his heart skipped a beat as he was entering the rundown place. There weren’t many people that kept burying their beloved here nowadays. A new cemetery was built nearer the center of the town so this one started to decay.

He started looking for her around the cemetery but he couldn’t see her anywhere. In fact, it seemed that the only two people in the cemetery were the caretaker that he encountered at the entrance and himself.

This is too weird, even for a town like Hawkins.

Steve gave up looking for Liv after trying for a couple of more minutes. Well, she’ll have to return to the video store. He started walking towards the front entrance, but he stopped quite abruptively as one of the names on the graves called his attention.

Olivia Anderson.

This has to be a coincidence, right?

There has to be a lot of Olivia Andersons in the world.

The girl he met at the beginning of the week couldn’t be the same. She was pretty much alive. Robin had seen her as well. He hasn’t been imagining her.

This is definitely a coincidence.

However, curiosity killed the cat twice this afternoon. Steve decided to ask the cemetery caretaker about that.

“Good evening, sir”

“Hi, kid”, the man greeted him with a smile. “Are you visiting someone?”

“Yeah, kinda. Do you know what happened to Olivia Anderson? She’s right there. I knew her from primary school but then we fell out of touch. I didn’t know she passed away.” Of course Steve had to twist the truth a bit in order to get answers. He didn’t want to seem weird.

“Yeah, I was already working here when she was brought. It was about 5 years ago.”

What. The. Fuck?!

“She died so young… Do you know what happened to her?”

“She was strangled by one of her old male neighbors. Apparently he had an obsession with her. He had been watching her every move." Steve looked at the man with fear in his eyes. The man interpreted his look as fear of how he knew about all this… Little did he know…

“My wife was friends with her aunt”, the man continued talking. “Olivia was living with her because her parents had died when she was a little girl because of an accident."

“Oh, what a tragedy. I’m really sorry for her.”

“Yeah, me too. She seemed nice.”

“Well, uh, I have to get going. Thank you, man. Take care.”

“You too, kid”

Steve started walking slowly but in reality he wanted to run away as fast as he could.

What the fuck happened today?

I met a girl ghost and had a date with her? It?

Certainly none of the weirdest shit that has happened to him before would ever compare to this.

He would also have to lie to Robin when she asks him about his date. Steve knew Robin loved him, but she would definitely make fun of him until the end of his days.

He got to his car that was left parked around the corner of Family Video and went home. When he arrived, he removed his clothes and went to sleep. He didn’t even bother to make dinner for himself. His parents weren’t home (shocker, right?) and the events that occurred during the day left him exhausted. Surprisingly, he slept like a log that night, better than he had been sleeping regularly.

He woke up the next day due to the sunlight hitting his face. He had forgotten to close the blinds last night. He checked the clock. 9 am. He felt lucky that he didn’t have to rush to work just like most mornings. He took a quick shower and after getting dressed, he went down the stairs to the kitchen in order to make himself some coffee.

He saw a box on the table with a note by its side. What could that be? Maybe his parents left him something to eat. He could feel grateful at the gesture but the fact that they didn’t even say hello or goodbye tasted bitter in his mouth. He decided to read the note. This handwriting didn’t seem like his mom’s let alone his dad’s.

Steve,

I’m sorry if I scared you off yesterday. I couldn’t give away my little secret, but on the other hand, I was dying to meet you (pun intended). I mean the following in the least creepy way possible: I’ve been watching you for some time and saw how sweet and caring you are. Could you blame me for wanting to confirm it myself?

I guess you must be wondering how I did it. Well, you’re not foreign to the fact that Hawkins is a special town, right? And also, you must know the origins of Halloween, but in case you don’t, here it is: During the last week of October, the boundaries between life and death get blurrier and blurrier so us the dead can visit our loved ones in the land of the living and make sure they are okay. We spend the night chatting and dancing. On my visit last year, I saw you. I couldn’t help being curious about you and your life, so I started observing you, even after I returned to my world. I saw how you defended your friends and ‘your little nuggets’ as you like to call them and even how you risked your life for Hawkins. So, I knew that I had to meet you on my next visit.

Again, I’m sorry if I scared you. I know this situation is abnormal, but it’s real. I promise. You’re not being delusional. I truly hope you’re not mad at me or too frightened because I hope that next year we can meet again and catch up. I will completely understand if you don’t. I’ll keep looking after you from here regardless.

Please take care.

Lots of love,

Liv.

Ps. I bought you some chocolate-chip cookies from my favorite place when I was a kid. Kinda like an apology gift for any disturbances I may have caused and also as a thank you for the coffee and for making me feel like a normal breathing girl again even if it was for only one day.

Steve sighed when he finished reading the letter. He didn’t have any other choice than to believe all that had happened.

Once the coffee was ready, he sat at the kitchen table and opened the box of cookies. They looked amazing and they were warm as well.

“I also look forward to seeing you again, Liv”, he said as if she was right there with him. He gave the cookie a bite. “Till next year.”

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the end!!! were you expecting all that? this is loosely based on a myth that goes around my town, about a famous cementery.

i hope you had enjoyed it ♡

i'd highly appreciate it if you could reblog it or leave a comment saying if you liked it and what's your favorite part! :)

love,

nina.

#steve harrington #stranger things #oc character #steve harrington fic #fanfic #fantasy #joe keery #horror #happy halloweeeeeeen #halloween #steve harrington x reader #stranger things fic #stranger things fan

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weemsfreak · 2 years ago

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Happy Ending - NSFW

I'm so happy to have collaborated on this with @v3nusxsky

I came up with an idea for a happy ending massage with Larissa and Mars made it wayy better with her amazing smut writing skills! Hope you all love it :)

Larissa x fReader

Warnings: smuttt, dom Larissa sub reader, shifting, praise k!nk, thigh riding

"Good afternoon, I was wondering if my friend could get a massage, um, with a 'happy ending'." You heard a women talking to the secretary, she whispered that last part. This made you chuckle. You were intrigued by her voice, oh her voice, it was angelic. You peaked out of the side room over to the secretary desk and saw a woman standing there, a red headed woman a few feet away reading some brochures. The woman at the desk was tall, pale, and adorned a red lip. Her hair was pinned up so intricately and she wore a green dress with a long matching coat. Despite her height, she wore kitten heels, and she had gold jewellery that looked really expensive. Your jaw dropped, you had never seen anyone quite like her before.

"Marilyn, you have to sign this form" she gestured for the red head to go over to the desk with her. You went back into the room and looked at your colleague Jen, wide eyed and a huge grin on your face. She was preparing some hot towels and refilling the oil for the rooms. "What's wrong with you?" "Oh my god Jen, look at that woman out there." She peeked out of the room and turned back to you smiling. "Holy, I've never seen anyone like her before, what is she getting?" You frowned, "I think her friend is getting something, not her." Jen stared at you, a sly smile on her face. "Well, I'll take her friend, I think you should try to convince her to get something." You laughed, that wouldn't be happening. "Why would she want a massage from me? Look at her!" "Look at you!" Jen quipped. "You're charming, you're hot, if anyone could convince her to get one it would be you." You blushed, deciding that you should shoot your shot. "Ugh okay, I'll try." Jen left the room and you could hear her talking with the women.

"Y/N" the secretary called to you. "I got this one" Jen said to the secretary, she was a lifesaver. "I'll be out in a minute" you called, quickly warming some oil and tidying up. You went over to the desk as Jen and Marilyn were venturing to a room. "What can I do for you?" you said to the tall woman. "Oh nothing for me thanks, I'm just here with my friend." You looked her up and down and tilted your head to the side. "You don't get massages?" you questioned, trying to get her to give in. "Yes I- actually, no, I don't" the tall women suddenly sounded unsure. "Well I'm sure you could use one. You have very good posture, but something is telling me that you have a desk job" you smiled at her wiggling your eyebrows. "Yes I do, how did you know that?" "Just a good guess." You paused for a moment, "So, a massage then?" She pondered before asking quietly, "Do you do uh, normal massages?" You smiled at her question, "Of course, we do it all here, whatever you are comfortable with." She nodded her head "Okay." You turned to the secretary, "Put her down for a massage, plus compliments, those are free" you winked at the woman. You lead her to a room and told her to change into a robe before you went to retrieve some hot towels and oil. You noticed that she smelled of roses and thought maybe she'd appreciate some rose oil. Knocking on the door, she let you in and you turned on some relaxing music.

"Alright, lay down on your back or front, doesn't matter which first." She laid down on her front and you lowered her robe enough to get at her back. "So, to whom do I owe the pleasure today?" She giggled as she replied "Larissa Weems, and your name?" She wanted to hold out her hand for you to shake, but she couldn't from this position. "Y/N. So Larissa Weems, what do you do for a living?" "I'm a headmistress" she said confidently. Hot, you thought. "Ooh highly educated, so do you sit all day?" "Half of the day" she answered as you massaged her shoulders. You went lower down her back massaging her pale skin. She let out a groan when you rubbed between her shoulders and her neck. "You have a lot of tension here" you giggled. "Yes, apparently I do" she chuckled back at you. "What school do you work at?" She didn't answer for a moment, but then she mumbled "Nevermore." You stopped your hands to think about why you knew that name, oh yes, the school for outcasts. "The outcast school?" She nodded her head. "Interesting, I mean I guess I'm not surprised that someone as elegant and put together as you is running it" you chuckled. "Okay, flip." She flipped so she was now lying on her back and you pulled the robe down her shoulders slightly. "Oh right, you're not wearing a bra." "Oh god, am I supposed to keep it on?" You laughed at this, she was clueless and cute. "No, no, it's easier to take it off, just that some people aren't comfortable with it." You massaged her traps and her shoulders before moving down her arms. "Can I just say you have such nice skin, soft and pale, you look ethereal. And you smell so good, like roses." You looked at her as she blushed and you were glad that she appreciated your compliments. "Thank you darling, it's my perfume." "It's lovely."

You both went silent as you worked your way up to her neck, messaging the sides and the back of her head. She looked at you with wondering eyes, and it was hard for you not to stare into hers. "Can I ask you about your job?" she asked quietly, like your job was a secret or something. "Of course" She pondered for a minute. "Do you all do happy endings here?" You smiled, you could tell she was quite reserved, but she sounded rather curious. She seemed like she would be the dominant type. "Not all of us. We are all certified in massage, but some of us choose to do that as well, it's better money." She shook her head in understanding. "So do you get to choose if you do that with a client?" "Yes, we can choose. I don't do it much as I prefer women, and we don't get too many women in here. My friend Jen who is with your friend gets more clients because she goes for women and men." You moved your hands up just under her jaw and under her ears. She had such an adorable face, you wanted to cup her cheeks in your hands. Her hair looked so soft and her makeup was still perfect, despite laying on her stomach a few minutes ago. Her lips were so full and that red looked ravishing on her. You gave her a little side smile and scrunched your nose up subconsciously as you were admiring her, and she caught it before you realized the face you were making. "What?" she questioned, which pulled you away from your staring. "Oh sorry, it's nothing" you looked away. "Why were you staring at me?" You thought she didn't like your staring, you knew she was rather professional, and you should be too. "Sorry I just, you're gorgeous" you said shyly, not looking her way. She bit her bottom lip as her hand grabbed at your uniform top, pulling you closer to her face, your hands still on her neck. "What does a happy ending include?" she whispered in your ear. "Um, whatever you want it to" you whispered back. She looked in your eyes and you froze for a second, your lips were almost brushing against hers. "Is kissing allowed, if I want it?" You thought for a minute, usually it wasn't. "For you, anything." She let go of your shirt and stood up next to the massage bench, looking at you as she slowly untied the waist of her robe, letting it fall open.

“You’re beautiful” you murmured as your eyes uncontrollably roamed over her naked form. “Can I kiss you” the blonde murmured cupping your cheeks. “Please” was all you could whimper before she crashed her lips to yours. She tasted even better than she smelled, you couldn’t help but moan into her mouth as she begged for entrance. The fact you hardly ever did anything as reckless as this was turning you on. The woman tugged at your pants letting them fall to the floor as you happily submitted to Larissa as she walked you both back to the bench where she previously lay. “God you’re gorgeous” the headmistress mumbled settling on the bench and seating you on her toned thigh. Your lips met again as your tongues danced in an innate rhythm as if they were made for one another. A perfect fit. You didn’t even realize when your hips began to rut against her thigh, smothering her thigh in your arousal. “Oh fuck Larissa” you mewled tilting your head backwards while she guided your movements and attached her lips to the expanse of your throat. “Oh that’s one hell of a kiss” you mumbled slightly losing control of yourself now, her lips on your throat and the way your clit dragged over her thigh with just enough pressure was dizzying.

You felt it before Larissa pulled away from your body as much as she could with you straddled over her thigh. “Oh god I’m sorry! I’m so sorry” she whispered her cheeks almost fire truck red. “Ris? Is that a, uh?” You stumbled over your own words as your body tried to come back from the previous pleasure. “This wasn’t how I wanted you to find out, I’m sorry. I know you said you only do this with women. And I mean I am, but I guess I got carried away and accidentally shifted when thinking of bending you over and pounding into your heat with my strap” she murmured embarrassed, looking away from you and waiting for the comments on how disgusting she is or who you wanted her to shift into. “You’re so beautiful Larissa Weems. I’d very much like you to fuck me with your little friend here. Will you feel everything?” Your reaction shocked the headmistress but she quickly gained her confidence back. “I will feel everything darling. And I assure you he’s not little love” the last few words caused your eyes to flicker down to her very girthy seven inch cock that was proudly standing to attention, almost painfully. You reached to the table to get some warm oil and tentatively, you brought your hand down to wrap around her shaft and slowly moved your hand up and down the veiny cock. You looked up through your eyelashes to see the older woman biting her bottom lip so hard you feared it would bleed. “Oh fuck baby! Feels so good” she whimpered, “want to fuck you!”

“Daddy?” You mumbled hesitantly not expecting Larissa to pull her cock from your hand and hurriedly bend you over the bench. “Say it again” she growled, teasing your with the swollen head of her shaft, mixing your arousal and her precum together. “Daddy please don’t tease” you whined pushing your hips back in an attempt to get her to enter your cunt. “Oh fuck sweetheart okay, daddy’s gonna fuck your sweet pussy so good” she muttered before slipping into your tight little hole. “Oh fuck daddy you’re so big” you mewled feeling her stretching your walls out. “Oh fuck me you’re so fucking tight angel, you’re practically suffocating my cock” Larissa whimpered trying to give you a few moments to process the intrusion. “Please god please, god move” you mewled only to be cut off by your own cry. Thank god for soundproofed walls. Larissa was extremely talented with her newly shifted anatomy, so good in fact, you were losing your touch on everything but her. The speed, the strength and how she hit that very spot inside your velvety fluttering walls causing you to whine and mewl taking everything she was giving like a common whore. “Such a pretty little thing for me aren’t you sweetheart, fuck daddy’s gonna cum”

"Oh god please Ris, please fuck fill me” you mewled, clenching your pelvic muscles to tighten your walls around her shaft. That was all it took for Larissa to paint your fluttering walls with her seed causing you to cum around her cock with a cry of pleasure. By the time you both came down from your highs you were very flushed and both gasping for air. “That was a very happy ending sweetheart, exactly what I needed, thank you” she murmured pressing a sweet kiss to your lips and starting to help you redress before going to redress herself. After a few breaths to calm yourself you mumbled to Larissa to find you at the counter when she was ready before slipping out of the room.

“So either that room is really hot or you convinced miss beautiful tall goddess to have a happy ending” Jen teased seeing your flushed face. “Oh shush you, how was Marilyn?” you muttered nudging your co worker, hoping to distract her from Larissa and you. “Mari is great, got her number and stuff” she murmured to you before nudging you to alert you to Larissa and Marilyn’s presence. “So ladies that’s all the payments sorted, would you like your receipt” you murmured after taking Larissa’s payment. “Please” was all Larissa offered to you while not taking her eyes off of you. You quickly scribbled your number down on the receipt before handing it to her with a subtle wink. Truly, you would never have thought that your job would bring you someone as magnificent as Larissa Weems.

#larissa weems smut #principal larissa weems #larissa weems x reader #larissa weems #larissa x reader #larissa weems fic

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theoneandonlyneonleon · 9 months ago

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Rottmnt Royal AU

Fem!Reader

CHAPTER ONE

(please reblog, I would like people to see my writing. And receiving comments and reblogs gives me motivation to write more.)

Your ears are filled with noise. The chatter of guests, clinking of glasses, and music from the orchestra playing in the corner.

Normally, you wouldn't be at one of these events, but thanks to your new job, you're thrown headfirst into your very first royal ball. You spent hours beforehand, making sure you looked you very best for all the fancy rich people. You borrowed a lavender floor length off the shoulder dress from your boss, Madame O'Neil. Your hair is swept over your shoulder, decorated with a golden amethyst clip. A delicate gold pendant with your initial hangs around your neck, resting just above your chest.

"Could you grab me a drink?" Your attention is pulled from the various guests, to you boss. She's dressed in a silk chartreuse dress that clings ever so nicely to her curves. A dress she designed of course.

You nod, worming your way through the crowd of people towards the refreshments table at the back of the elegant Ballroom. You grab a flute of champagne and turn to head back, when you see Madame O'Neil talking to none other than the Prince Donatello. Your idol.

You grab an extra glass and make your way back, handing one to Miss O'Neil. You give a small bow to the Prince, handing him the second flute.

"Your Highness, it's a pleasure. I'm a huge fan of yours." You suppress the urge to completely fan girl over him, trying to keep calm and professional.

"Oh? What work of mine are you a fan of? Since you work with April I'm assuming you're interested in my design work?" You nod, spinning the ring on your finger. "I quite like the line you did in collaboration with Madame O'Neil. Your designs are a huge inspiration to me and my career."

Donatello perks up a little.

"May I see some of your designs? Id love to see the work I inspire."

Holy shit. Donatello Hamato, Prince Donatello Hamato the fashion designer, wanted to see your designs. Keep it together. Stay calm.

"Oh uh- I would, but I left my sketchbook at home. Apologies, your Highness." You bow your head, disappointed you couldn't show off your work.

"Thats quite all right, I wouldn't expect you to have it with you right now. Perhaps you could join me for lunch sometime?" Youre surprised your jaw doesn't drop to the floor at that. Lunch? With a prince? You must be the luckiest girl in the entire world.

"Yes!" You reply, A little too quickly and a little too enthusiastically. "I mean- that sounds nice. I would love to join you for lunch."

He chuckles lightly at you enthusiasm. "Superb! I shall schedule you into my calendar. What did you say your name was?" You tell him your name and he calls over a drone by the name of S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N, and adds you to his schedule.

He leaves after getting called away by a member of staff, and you decide to grab yourself some champagne to celebrate this new major victory in your career as a designer. You stand in the corner, bringing the delicate glass flute to your lips and sipping the sweet bubbly drink. You notice the guests lining up out the door as the four princes take their places on their thrones.

You set the glass down, confused and intrigued. You've never been to a royal event like such, so you aren't quite sure what's happening. But seeing how everyone else, including April is lining up, you decide its in your best interest to do the same.

(what I imagine april and readers dresses to look like)

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aakaneeee · 4 months ago

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ALIEN STAGE CONTESTANT PROFILE: ELIANA

chapter 1. The adoption

Her eyes looked around: she was closed in a veritable glass cage. "I want to get out of here." She's been watching the other pets get adopted the whole day; no one even approached her. Was she not fit for it? No. She was. She knew she was. She just.. had to show them. Her lips parted in a sigh, then she began humming a soft melody. It was something she did for entertainment. Her eyes closed. Yet, she was very rudely interrupted by muttering in a language alien to her. (Literally and figuratively.) There were a lot of them around her. They looked at her. She looked back at them. Some looked mildly interested. Before all of them stopped and made way. An alien dressed in a big, puffy dress walked through. Needless to say, she was adopted by a huge influencer.

chapter 2. "Home"

She learned that her guardian's name was Pado. They named her 'Eliana', she didn't have an already selected one from the adoption center, like the others.

She learned the language. It was very annoying, but Pado would pull on her hair if she didn't study. When she was done with that, they insisted to get her into vocal training. She didn't mind: she enjoyed singing. Atleast, her teacher was human.

After a few months, she started getting a lot of praise for her voice. She didn't see the difference.

And she was told:

"Youre ready for ALIEN STAGE."

Diary entry 1:

I was told I was fit for ALIEN STAGE. I heard it's a singing competition. I got glasses because I saw all blurry.

chapter 3: 40th ANAKT GARDEN

Diary entry 2:

ANAKT GARDEN is a place where we practice for ALIEN STAGE. I think it's unnecessary. I already practiced at home. I wonder if here, there's any punishment when I mess up.

Eliana looked around. There were many others. She wasn't used to having so much company. At home, it was only her, Pado and her coach. She missed neither. She noticed a river in the corner of her eye. It intrigued her, so she walked up to it, and began singing softly to the small fish that reminded her of a more vulnerable version of Pado. Snapping out of her trance, she saw a brown haired figure next to her, singing togheter with her. She turned her head, watching the new apparition from under her glasses, not saying anything.

Diary entry 3:

I met someone by the river. She seems nice.

diary entry threeee

How many hours has it been?

I counted atleast 5.

My voice is tired.

If I open my mouth, the sound will come out broken.

I look pleadingly at my coach. "Dont tell mom."

She calls out "Pado".

Bitch.

She came in, seething. Miss coach told her I refused to sing.

I knew what would follow.

Pado grabbed my hair. I screamed. Of course I did. Anyone would. She let me fall to the ground and laughed. My glasses were next to me, cracked.

She tells me in that disgusting languange that I hate: "If you could scream, your voice still works."

I looked up at her: I barely even saw her, since my lenses were now in pieces.

I wanted to spit in her face. I didn't.

That wasn't the first time this happened, nor was it the last.

Fun Facts:

1). Eliana: About her branding.

My branding is on my lower back. I don't know much about it. It's just a name.. what? Did it hurt? I don't know.. I was under anesthesia.

(visual representation)

2). Eliana: About the muttering.

I learned much later they were saying I'm perfect for ALIEN STAGE. Because of my voice. I'll have to believe them.

3). Eliana: About her voice.

Singing is my way of escaping. I like doing it and others like listening to it. I'm glad it makes them happy. They say it's smooth and calm. I think the same.

( @junebluues IS THIS OKAY? :3)

#I really like Eliana :3 #idk I got attached to her while making her #alien stage #alnst #art #digital art #artists on tumblr #vivinos #alnst oc #alien stage fan season #alnst fan season #alien stage ocs #alnst ocs #alnst season 40 #doomed yuri #alnst oc: eliana

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daceydeath · 2 years ago

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A Work Proposal (Part 7)

Pairing: Lee Know x Reader Word Count: 3.9K Genre: Smut, Soft Lee Know Warnings: 18+, minors DNI, unprotected sex (don't be stupid), fingering, swearing, pet names, praise kink

You had been working with Stray Kids for a while now and after a long day at work turns into a very unexpected but intriguing proposal. Will this change your world or end your career?

You were prepared for all of them to tease you relentlessly after Seungmin had let the kids know you were staying in the dorm overnight. He had taken you into his bedroom to wrap you in a jacket while you waited for the bath to fill, leaving you sitting on the bed while you heard him call Chan, his words were muffled by the running water and the fact that he was walking between rooms before he returned to you smiling and insisted on helping you to the tub.

"I'm alright Seung, really, this isn't necessary" you protested albeit sleepily as the adrenaline from the sex faded and the long day prior to that seemed to be closing in on you.

"I know it isn't necessary but I want to do this we all want to spoil and pamper you for what you do for us" he spoke so gently as he stroked your hair while you sat in the blissfully warm water "But you are special to us, to me and you need to know that".

"Is this how you guys always are?" you sighed leaning your head against the lip of the bath looking at him as he shifted to sitting at the other end so he could reach the snack and water he had brought in for you.

"No, it's never been like this before, like I said you are important to me and to all of us" he tried his best to make it look like he was getting you things to hide the dusting of pink that dusted his perfect cheekbones making you grin and purposely ignore it.

"Doll, what is that mark? did I hurt you?" he yelped looking over the mark on your shoulder making your face burn with embarrassment.

"No that's been there a few days but its fading don't worry about it" you muttered putting your hand up to cover it although it was still a pinky purple splotch it had been much darker.

"How did you hurt yourself to bruise like that?" he was still in a slight panic so completely missed the look on your face.

"I got it when I was with Jeongin" you whispered hoping he would drop it which he did but he was still eyeing it suspiciously.

The noise of the others getting back was obvious despite the late time of night trying, and failing, to quietly make their way around the dorm made you giggle as Seungmin carefully helped you stand from the water and step onto the fluffy mat wrapping you in a towel which he seemed to be insistent was for him to dry you with and not yourself.

"I'm not incapacitated Seung" you pouted as he wrapped the jacket back around you and led you from the bathroom towards the lounge instead of the bedrooms where the others were still failing to be quiet. You had only been expecting to find Jeongin, Felix and Minho since they lived in the dorm but that was not the case when Chan instantly stood cupping your cheeks and checking you over, you tilted your head allowing him to which made that far too big jacket slip of your shoulder.

"Seungmin! what the fuck is this?" Chan snapped, his fingers running over your now exposed shoulder.

"Can I please get dressed while you all talk this out, it's cold in a towel" you interrupted as Hyunjin stood up and brought a bag over to you.

"I packed you clean clothes but I didn't know what you wore to bed so I just grabbed the clothes on your bed" he smiled kissing your cheek softly and looking at the mark they were all talking about.

"Thank you Hyunjin" you smiled gratefully taking the bag and walking back to Seungmin's room since he had let you in there before to wait. You could hear the start of the arguing as you closed the door quiet and hissed voices overlapping each other. You knew it would be an easy thing to explain and you didn't see what the huge deal was anyway you could always lie about where the bruise had come from if anyone else ever asked what it was. Opening the bag you pulled out what you expected to be your pajamas, pausing when you realized that your baggy sleep shirt was replaced with pretty silk ones that were actually another gift from Hyunjin, eyes misting you got dressed before returning to the lounge.

"She didn't even tell me I left a mark on her" Jeongin was arguing throwing his hands up.

"You shouldn't be so rough you leave a mark like that dumbass" Han groaned shaking his head you remained silent slipping through the boys to wrap your arms around Hyunjin's waist which made them all stop.

"Thank you Hyunjin, but you don't need to give me such extravagant gifts, I thought you realized this after the handbag" you murmured letting him smile dazzlingly in response.

"Gift?" Chan queried eyebrows raised.

"Valentino" Felix mumbled while gesturing to the navy blue pajamas you were in.

"You are worth every extravagance" Hyunjin continued smiling lifting your chin and placing a sweet soft kiss against your lips.

"Back to the issue on hand, although you do look gorgeous baby" Chan smirked at you as you unwound yourself from Hyunjin's arms and sat down still looking slightly dazed and very tired.

"Jeongin is truly sorry if he hurt you princess you know that right? none of us want to do anything that will hurt you" Hyunjin squeezed the hand he was still gripping.

"No he's not" you giggled looking up at them all and winking at Jeongin "I'm not even sure he knew he bit me actually there were other things on both our minds". You hadn't realized how worried Jeongin had looked until his face relaxed at your words knowing you were fine with his rough treatment.

"Besides I already have said a bunch of times now I will tell you to stop if I don't want to do certain things, aren't comfortable or just don't want you to touch me at that point" you could see the protectiveness that shone in Chan's eyes but still he nodded which made you breathe a sigh of relief yourself.

"All good right? I'm taking her to bed now Min just about knocked her out by the looks of it" Felix interrupted helping you to your feet and back into the hallway holding you tightly from behind making the trip more like a slow waddle than a walk to the end of the hall passed Seungmin's room and opposite another bedroom letting you pick which side you of the bed you wanted to sleep on. Felix carefully brought the blankets up around you both snuggling next to you and taking you back into his arms, his breath was warm on your face as he began to kiss your forehead down to your nose and cheeks peppering you affectionately with feather light touches to relax you further, finally making his way to your lips he lazily kissed you his tongue sliding against yours and you sighed against his lips.

"Goodnight Jagi" He mumbled against your lips slowly moving you so your head was nestled against him neck as your eyes slowly fell closed.

You awoke to an empty bed, with a glass of water and an apple beside your phone and several voice notes from Felix telling you he had gone with Jeongin and Seungmin on a pre-planned day of shopping but the Minho was still home but might be sleeping. Since it was a weekend and not a workday you didn't need to rush anywhere and lazily got up to shower and get ready for the day.

"Morning kitten" Minho called as you started down the hallway back into the lounge.

"Morning Minho, did you sleep alright?" you asked sitting at the dining table where he gestured you to as he placed a coffee down in front of you.

"I did thanks" he smiled "did you have plans today? Do I need to get you anywhere?".

"No, But I can leave as soon as I'm ready if you want me out of your hair" you smiled nervously realizing that you were probably interrupting his plans for the weekend.

"Oh...I thought you might like to spend some time here we could watch a movie and grab some lunch or something" he mumbled scratching the back of his neck nervously.

"I would love that Minho" you beamed genuinely pleased at his offer to spend time with you even if he didn't seem interested in anything physical. If you were truthful you enjoyed being with the boys as much as you were enjoying the physical aspect of the agreement, you felt a strong attachment to all of them which you also knew was very stupid on your part as they would end the agreement once they were no longer interested or wanted to pursue someone else.

"Let's start with breakfast then" he smiled widely "how do you prefer your eggs?"

You shared a delicious breakfast and went to get changed into a more comfortable outfit sweats were far more comfortable than jeans after all, while Minho made some popcorn and snacks for you both. Minho assured you he would rather stay in than go anywhere since that meant so much more cloak and dagger from the both of you. Getting comfortable on the couch Minho plopped himself down at the other end looking vaguely nervous about how he should actually be acting around you so you proceeded to just pretend you didn't notice his expression instead looking at the snacks that he had placed on the coffee table in front of you.

"What should we watch kitten? you don't like horror films so what do you like?" Minho asked logging into the streaming service.

"I really don't mind action, adventure, fantasy, thrillers are all good just pick something you would like to watch and I'm sure I'll like it" you shrugged casually trying to get him to relax again.

"Ok I'll just pick at random then" he quipped cheekily pressing play before getting himself comfortable and pulling the bowl of popcorn between you both. The first ten or so minutes of the film you both sat in silence, occasionally popping pieces of popcorn in your mouths until your hands collided trying to get another handful and Minho jumped making you laugh loudly.

"Yah!" he squawked pouting at your reaction.

"I'm sorry I couldn't help it you jumped so much its just my hand Minho it won't hurt you" you continued to giggle as his ears flushed dark pink.

"Maybe you could sit here so you don't have to punch me to get popcorn?" he mumbled so softly you could barely hear it over the movie dialog, you smiled as he paused the movie and you got rearranged him leaning against he couch and you cuddled into his side with your legs across his, the popcorn balanced in your lap.

"Much better" he whispered stroking the hair at the back of your head making you shiver at his touch.

"Yes much" you nodded as he turned to movie back on. You spent the next two hours cuddled together both of you getting more comfortable with each others presence as time wore on. When the credits finally began rolling you were almost sad to leave his embrace but as usual Minho didn't let you go instead wrapping his arms around you and unlocking his phone.

"What would you like for lunch kitten?" he murmured into your ear.

"What would you like? Any cravings for something you shouldn't have" you teased knowing he was being extra strict on himself lately he had been building muscle like the others to keep himself strong but in doing so they were always trying to restrict their diets.

"Are you trying to get me in trouble with my trainer" he snickered as he scrolled through his options.

"You could always just blame me, your horrible artist manager made you eat bad food" you faux pouted using your best whining voice.

"Ok, ok how about we just get food from the café on the corner they do good food" He hummed still scrolling.

"I thought you didn't want to go out?" you squeaked looking down at your clothes knowing you would need to change.

"I didn't, but I want to take you out" he muttered as he put his phone away helping you off his lap "you don't need to change either. It's better if we both go super casual less change of being noticed that way and you look beautiful in anything".

"Flatterer" you giggled feeling your face heat up at the look he was giving you "If you want to lets do that then".

"I do kitten, I just want you to enjoy your time with me, not feel any pressure to do anything or be anything for me" He blushed again and started scratching his arm and you realized this it was the third blush you had seen on him that day.

"Minho, is today just us hanging out or is this something more?" you pushed softly you were getting so many soft and sweet vibes from him that you were a little lost, he was always so teasing and confident this was very different to the man you saw when the others were around.

"umm... it totally is yeah... why did you want to cut it short because we can" he rambled making it click to you what was happening, he was nervous because this was more than he was used to. Smiling sweetly you stepped closer to him reaching up to cup his face before pressing a chaste kiss to his lips, pulling back enough that you could talk but that your hands could remain on him.

"I would like getting lunch with you very much" you continued smiling as you saw him begin to calm back down "but why are you so nervous with me?"

"The others have all told me how amazing you are, how much I'm going to love ruining you, but I don't want to ruin you kitten I want to worship you and I want to feel like you aren't just some casual thing that means nothing" he admitted slowly and shyly.

"Minho all of this means a lot to me, you guys were friends with me long enough to be comfortable to float this agreement with me so trust me there is feeling behind this from me at least" you confessed right back making his face light up with a gorgeous smile.

"You have no idea how much I wanted you to say something like that" he sighed in relief relaxing his shoulders "Now please let me take you to lunch" making you nod once more.

He had been right no one recognized him it just looked like what could just be two students grabbing lunch in between classes, both of you looking like you could be in sweatpants, baggy hoodies and hats. It had been fun letting Minho order what ever he wanted for the both of you and laughing at stories of events before you joined the team, you enjoyed Minho's company immensely he was sweet telling you about his family and cats. You told him about yours and how you started with JYP as a simple side job that you had no intent to continue with since the entertainment industry had held no interest to you. Once you finished and he had insisted on paying much to your slight annoyance he walked you back to the dorm, holding you hand his fingers entwined with yours until you reached the dorm building when he let you go to avoid any unwanted attention.

"Minho" you breathed as you stepped into the elevator "I've really enjoyed myself today".

"I hoped you would kitten" he smiled seductively the Minho you were more used to peaking through as he stepped forward pining you against the wall of the small space "Can I kiss you?".

"Always" you whispered back moments before he pressed his perfectly soft lips against yours in a slow almost romantic kiss which he ended as soon as the elevator chimed that you had reached the floor.

"C'mon kitten lets finish this date by having some fun" he smirked at your slightly dazed expression, you had definitely heard him use the word date and it sparked a rush of warmth in your stomach. You weren't even focused as he pulled you straight into his room closing the door behind you both and pressing you against it.

"Can I?" he whispered eyes flicking between your eyes and your lips, chest pressed tightly against yours pinning you to the wood behind you. You stared at him lips and nodded wanting nothing more than them to press against yours again which he obliged his lips softly gliding against yours making you melt against him your hands sliding up his chest you wind around the back of his neck.

Softly kissing and nibbling down your jaw and back to your lips had you floating before you knew it, mewling softly against his as he cupped your hips pressing them against his so you could feel him through your clothes. Pulling you away from his door he slowly and slightly clumsily backed you both up to the bed breaking his kiss for only a moment as he lowered you to his mattress laying attaching himself back to your lips after settling himself between your legs. Minho's hands wandered your skin under the hoodie you wore his gentle touch heating you up even further as wetness began to pool between your legs aching for him to touch you more.

"Should I take some of this off?" you whimpered as his kissed his way across your throat towards your neck.

"I thought you would never ask" he smiled against your skin helping you to sit back up and shed yourself of everything except you underwear "leave them please, I want to take them off myself" he whispered looking at you adoringly. Reaching for him he immediately pulled his own hoodie and shirt off throwing them over his shoulder to the flood before obliging you and returning to your arms, his hot skin sending a thrill through you as he pressed himself against you.

You ran your fingers through his hair anchoring him to you and he began kissing down your chest and between your breasts, fingers teasing your nipples as he passed them on his way down towards your center. Sitting back on his haunches he teasingly dragged his fingers along the wet fabric between your thighs making you gasp as he passed your clit with each pass.

"You are so fucking beautiful kitten" he purred looking at you so intensely you almost hid yourself away from his eyes "all swollen lips, and dark eyes looking at me like you want me" he smiled lopsidedly his fingers still dragging slowly across your entrance.

"I do want you Minho, I want you so much" you gasped as he added more pressure to his movements your legs spreading even further apart for him.

"Will you let me have you? love you until you want no one else?" he asked sultrily licking his lips as your hips chased his fingers.

"Gods yes Minho" you groaned as he finally gave you what you wanted his fingers slipping inside the fabric and rubbing you clit firmly "Please Minho" you cried softly. He grinned pulling your underwear off of you easily as you were willing to do anything to have him touch you again.

"So wet and ready for me aren't you, so pretty and wet and mine" he hissed as your walls clenched around the fingers he slid into you "Fucking hell".

"Want you Minho" you mewled again intoxicated with the way he was making you feel. He shed the rest of his clothing placing himself back between your thighs and sinking his cock into you.

You though you would take him easily with how wet he had gotten you but you couldn't help the loud lewd moan that fell from your lips as his girth stretched you almost to your limits your fingers gripping his arms tightly. He gave you a moment to adjust before slowly pulling himself almost all the way out of you and thrusting back in his cock massaging your walls perfectly with each slow but deep stroke.

"So pretty, so perfect, so good" he murmured into your ear with each movement of his hips sending you towards you high before you were even aware of it.

"Minho" you cried "I'm...I'm" you couldn't speak with how deep you could feel him inside you his length almost kissing your cervix with each thrust.

"Fuck kitten cum for me" he moaned prettily in your ear kissing your neck as your walls pulsed around him as you reached your orgasm crying out his name. Slowing his pace he waited for you to come back down before he continued with his pace his cock dragging heavily against you. "Do you need me to stop?"

"No, no please keep going" you gasped panting slightly making him pleased with your answer. Pulling his lips back to yours you kissed him again swallowing the soft sighs he was making as he continued to make love to you. His thrusts began to lose tempo as you felt him near his own orgasm "Please cum inside me Minho, I want to feel you" you whimpered.

"You might just kill me" he groaned as his started pumping himself harder into you chasing his pleasure until you felt his stiffen further inside you and his warm seed filled you. A couple more shallow thrusts and he returned to kissing you not pulling out of you yet.

"Can you go another round?" he smiled lazily as your realized he was still hard inside you and carefully fucking his cum deeper into you.

"Yes" you whispered through hazy eyes as you took in how beautiful he looked in that moment. He pulled himself out of you and helped you to roll onto your stomach hands groping your arse as he spread your thighs again positioning himself at your entrance again.

"I think I'm in love with this pussy kitten" he murmured plunging his cock back inside you while you moaned his name over and over unable to form any other words. Kissing his way across your shoulders and intertwining his fingers with yours he loved you gently his cock feeling like it was even deeper inside your than it hade been the first time.

"Minho" you sighed lost in the pleasure he was giving you.

"Good girl kitten, so good" he mouthed against your skin feeling your walls flutter around him once again as your orgasm approached "Let me feel you". Your cried out as your high washed over you far more intense than the last making you writhe beneath him.

"Fuck good girl, my precious girl" he groaned beside your ear filling you to the brim before pulling out of you and pulling you into his arms to recover your breath.

"Rest kitten, we can clean you up in a little while" he cooed kissing your lips languidly as he held you tightly.

A/N: Thanks again for all the love you have given me on this series. It's not the end yet so you have more to read if you are still interested and like always and reblogs, comments and likes are appreciated always xx

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