#but now I’m just stressed about being able to pay rent

[violettaskies]

Of Books & Beasts

Prompt: virginity

Paring: best friend!steve harrington x f!reader

Genre: romance, slow burn, friends to lovers, one bed trope

Notes: wc 9.1k // my first kinktober story (one of five) // hope everyone enjoys it // it’s very soft // a little scary movie night sleep over // reader falls asleep next to steve and things get a little steamy // i wrote everything to have as much consent as possible // steve is a bit of a perv lol

Warnings: MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY, NSFW // slight somnophilia, dry humping, virginity loss, vaginal fingering // masturbation // smut // 'just the tip' is used once or twice // please let me know if there is anymore that need to be added!

ao3 // kinktober masterlist // full masterlist // lazy ghoul’s kinktober prompts

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The night was meant to be a simple one. After weeks of assignments, exams, quizzes, and extracurricular activities at college, all you wanted to do was relax. Well, you still had one more assignment left to do, but maybe you were able to kill two birds with one stone, right? 

Luckily, this assignment was one that you could easily ask for help with from your friend. Someone who always stole movies for you to borrow on many weekends anyways. With your class being based on books which turned into film adaptations, it means a lot of time spent reading and watching. In truth, you felt bad for your classmates who had to rent out the tapes for extended periods just to finish analysis for assignments; all while you didn’t even need to bat an eyelash in Steve’s direction for him to hide movies in your backpack while his manager wasn’t looking. 

With the theme of this particular assignment matching the season and going with horror films, a movie night was something that you craved. Thick sweaters, even thicker blankets, a bit of hot chocolate, and candy from the grocery store that had the orange and black packaging — they were all of the aspects to the marathon you proposed when you walked into Family Video on a Friday afternoon after you got off the bus. Despite all of your convincing tactics, your friend already had his answer long before you began to ask.

“Anything for you, dove. I’ll get everything on this list for us,” Steve smiled at you, after looking at the assignment rubric, as you stood on the other side of the cash register. 

“Alright, maybe I should place a pizza order now so that we don’t starve during the Friday dinner rush tonight,” you said sweetly as you nervously thought about what to order. 

“Don’t you worry about it, it’s on me. Let me treat you a little.” 

“I’m the one who asked you to have a movie marathon with me, I should really be the one paying,” you insisted while you brought your hand closer to the telephone. 

But, quickly, the man was able to grasp it lightly to stop you from moving towards the numbers. You could never admit just how much your skin tingled at the touch. “I’m serious. This shift finishes in twenty minutes, then I can drive us home and I’m all yours. Do whatever you want with me, dove. I can even help out with your stress relief later. Maybe I’ll bend —” 

“Please don’t continue that sentence,” you cut him off easily. Steve always loved to tease you and any eavesdroppers who may be listening in and theorizing if you two were dating or not. The town is full of gossip fiends. “Any louder and people will start to believe you.” 

The younger Harrington chuckled as he got out from behind the counter to stand fully in front of you. He adored to see the way you outwardly pretended you hated the fake moves he would pull. From him putting his arm around your shoulder whilst walking around town, whistling every other time he picked you up from the city bus stop, to intimidating every guy who looked in your direction for too long. However, both of you never knew the other wished for it all to be real. 

“Fine, fine, I’ll be good and stop teasing you,” he chuckled lowly. 

“Thank you,” you smiled to yourself before looking up at Steve with wide eyes. “So will you also be buying garlic knots tonight too?” 

“Yes, as long as you promise to stay awake until the final movie, sleepy girl.” 

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You, in fact, did not stay awake the whole movie night. It wasn’t Tim Curry’s fault either. Normally, it was tradition for you two to end off every evening like this with one musical or something more lighthearted to offset the mood. But the day just exhausted you from every angle, that once you finally got to relax and watch a movie for leisure — you relaxed a little too hard. Adding the components of the cold pizza and Steve putting a blanket on you while continuously keeping a grasp on your knee, you were bound to knock out before the movie ended. Later, it was Steve who woke you up with a whisper in your ear. The sound shocked you at first, and then when you opened your eyes to see the man kneeling in front of you, it did cause a slightly loud gasp to escape your lips. After some groaning on your end about not wanting to intrude, you finally gave in to the invitation Steve gave to let you sleep over tonight. The main contributing factor had to be the fact that the man had a really nice blanket and pillow set that felt like it came from a hotel. 

However, as you both ended off the night in your room, it was Steve who began to groan — although, it was due to pure frustration.

“I don’t have any clean clothes,” your host said as he rummaged through his drawers. 

“How about any sweater and some of those long johns your mother always buys you?” you giggled as you sat on the bed now, reading a book you recently checked out from the library. 

“Or you could always sleep naked, I heard it’s really healthy for you. Plus, I would not mind at — ow,” Steve was on his little sarcastic joke before you threw an old pair of socks at his head. 

“Maybe I should just head home, this feels like such a nuisance to you,” you smiled and whispered shyly. 

Steve really was trying hard to find you something to sleep in. So much so that it caused some sweat to drop on his forehead. But, truly, the man was standing there trying to work up the courage to ask you to put on one of his old swim team sweaters and a cotton pair of shorts he knew would hug your body beautifully. 

Yes, you have slept over before when you were younger. However, those were all planned out with you bringing something from home. Well, there was one emergency where you stayed the night due to a horrific snow storm; but, Mrs. Harrington was there to give you your Christmas present a few weeks early and allow you to sleep in some pyjamas which were covered in cute bunnies. This was the first time you would be here spontaneously alone with Steve — and god, did he feel like all of his prayers were answered. The amount of times he has imagined you laying on his bed, committing the most sinful acts, in various positions and scenarios, could be seen as absolutely perverted. So to have the opportunity to have you on his bed, wearing his clothes, covered in his blanket; it all seemed unfathomable to the man. 

“Here,” Steve exclaimed quickly so that you would actually stay. “Maybe you would be alright with this sweatshirt and some shorts?” 

“This is more than alright. Thank you, Steve,” You skipped off to the washroom to finally get ready for bed and let your friend change into his own pyjamas. 

However, when you got the clothing on, it was so embarrassing to stare into the mirror. Everything fits fine — and on a normal day at home, you would probably wear something similar. But remembering the fact that you would be sleeping next to your best friend was so nerve wracking. It was just a lot shorter than what you would usually wear around him if you did wear a skirt or shorts. You just thanked the heavens that the blanket would be covering your legs so that you didn’t feel as exposed. 

Not that you believed Steve would try anything; not that you didn’t want him to try anything either. But, you were scared of getting so cold and cuddling too close to him like you did last December during the winter storm. Waking up in Steve’s arms caused your heart to flutter so harshly that your heart rate didn’t go down for days. It made you think about how badly you wished you could wake up to his handsome face everyday. Most especially, it made you think about how nicely his leg felt right in between your thighs, and the way it massaged your — 

No. 

This was an innocent sleepover like the thousands that other best friends have had over the years. All you had to do was sleep next to him with a pillow between your bodies and hope you didn’t accidentally roll your way into his arms again. You weren’t sure if you were ready for the heartbreak of knowing that being entwined in each other’s arms would not last forever. 

“Do you want the left or right side of the bed?” Steve called out from the other side of the door, startling you out of your thoughts. 

“Anything is fine,” you replied whilst opening the door. Seeing that Steve was laying in the middle, ready to roll over to whichever side you preferred. The image of him with arms and legs spread out made you giggle. 

“The left side is closer to the lamp if you’d like to read a bit before sleeping,” he said as he shifted over to the ride side of the bed and patted to your new spot. 

“Are you a mind reader or something?” you chuckled between steps.

Steve put the book in the air as you tucked yourself into bed, a nice distance away from him. Once he saw you were comfortable, he placed the book gently in your lap and said: “no, but I could tell your little nap will probably have you staying awake for the next hour or so.” 

“Oh, if the light is gonna bother you then I can turn it off and head to sleep too.” 

The concern in your eyes was absolutely beautiful. As you started up at him with the lamp glowing behind you, you looked like a nymph in the night. And oh how Steve knew he would be the luckiest man alive to sleep next to you. 

“Go ahead, dove. I can sleep through anything,” he whispered lowly whilst rubbing your thigh that was covered by the thick blanket. “What’s it about anyways?” 

You took a deep breath to calm down before speaking. Steve’s touch caused you to feel warm, even more so when he squeezed your thigh every few moments. “Not too sure about the entire plot since I’m only on chapter two. But it’s about a prince and his beast companion. They’ve been best friends for a long time and are going on adventures. This was in the romance section so I’m guessing the best friends fall in love,” you rambled, getting quieter with the last few words. 

What a dream. 

“Is it dirty?” Steve teased as he sunk further underneath the blanket. 

“No, I-I’ve never read a story like that before,” you said sternly. 

“Oh, I believe you,” his voice got deeper and slower with each word, only indicating that he was bound to fall asleep any second. “Have fun reading.” 

They were the last words he said before drifting off to sleep peacefully next to you. Luckily, that meant it was a lot easier to read the rest of the book until you felt your own eyes start closing and the words on the page started to become blurry. 

It was a beautiful story, full of lore and love, a mix of historical fiction and mythology. After reading and watching stories based on the horror genre for a few weeks now, it was nice to have a little bit of a break and just read about love. Your heart started to feel warm and giddy as each page passed — even going as far as quietly giggling when you felt your cheeks feel warm as a result of the prince’s romantic actions throughout the book. You didn’t even notice that you were sinking further and further into the blanket because you were so engrossed in the imaginary world. It didn’t even matter that the angle made your back hurt a little. 

Well, not really. Once you started to feel stiff, you moved into a straighter position. However, you were interrupted by a low and groggy voice. 

“You want to get under here?” Steve asked you through half-lidded eyes and his arm moving to invite you to move even closer into his body. 

Wordlessly, you accepted the offer and went right up to Steve’s body. The book was on his chest while your cheek was at his side. Everything felt so comfortable and domestic — a part of you wished this could last forever. 

But right then, the storyline of the book went on a different path, to say the least. 

You see, the prince got hurt whilst fighting off some evil spirits. He was bleeding everywhere and in so much pain. But the companion, a beautiful wolf-demon, was able to heal his wounds to the point where it wouldn’t be so life threatening. It was so simple, to use a little magic and bandages in hopes of survival, but the author was able to portray it wonderfully. To thank the woman, the prince moved his arms around her to hold her a warm embrace. It was so sweet, just like the position you were in now. However, it took a turn for the romantics. A little too romantic. An activity you definitely were not currently doing with Steve. 

The man kissed her sweetly: from her shoulders, up to her neck, then finally landed on her plump lips. It was beautiful, so serene, accompanied by a drawing of the two in bed with locked lips and legs. Slowly, she started to rock against his leg, adoring the pressure against the place no one had touched before. As she gasped into each kiss, the prince smiled in tandem. Even moving his hips to help the lady feel more pleasure. You wondered how that felt, it was only a slight movement of the hips — there was no way it could feel that good.

But you were so wrong. 

Just as you tried to move positions, Steve moved his leg upwards, moving his thigh right against your heat. It felt so good, to the point where you bit your lip to suppress the whimper that was about to escape your lips. The man next to you, tried to find a better position to sleep in too, moving his legs some more until it found solace as it intertwined with your own legs. 

Fuck, it felt really good. You tried so hard not to move your hips in tandem so that you could amp up the pleasure. So instead, you continued to read, trying to focus on the writing techniques and nothing else. However, you only began noting the things the characters did with one another. How they whispered sweet nothings as they continued their game to see how long it would take the lady to climax. And you noticed the way you felt warm between your legs, a slight throbbing to seal the deal. 

Maybe in another world you would wake up Steve and ask him to let you out of his embrace so that you could excuse yourself to the washroom and down. But not in this one. In this world, you were at peace in his arms. In this world, you really didn’t care about the throbbing ache between your legs because you were extremely sleepy. In this world, you would convince yourself that it would pass. In this world, the sound of both your hearts beating as one was enough of a lullaby to cause even the most stubborn of characters to sleep. Just as you did now, with the book still on Steve’s chest, and your bodies squeezing closer together. 

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Steve was an extremely heavy sleeper when he was with you. Most of the time, you would be awake first during these little sleepovers and do something before he even pried his eyes open and then decided to keep them shut because of the sun seeping through the windows. It wouldn’t surprise Steve to see you reading at your desk or braiding friendship bracelets when you had that arts n’ crafts phase a couple years ago. This time, however, he was the one who awoke in the middle of the night to movement from beside him. Maybe it was due to some level of paranoia he has gained over the past few years regarding a life that he wishes you would never need to experience. It’s funny that you were reading books with monsters the world has nightmares about, while he was one of the people who was facing them. He wishes so badly to protect you from all of it. So when you started moving in your sleep, something you never do, Steve felt his body wake up in an instant. 

His eyes were having trouble fully opening themselves as he could hear faint whimpering sounds coming from you and slight movements near his thigh. It was enough to turn his head to the left to see what was wrong. But nothing was wrong per se. If anything this was right out of a perverted fantasy he has had millions of times before. 

As his eyes finally came into focus at what was in front of him, Steve could only smile and thank the heavens. You were laying in the same position you initially fell asleep in: book held in your hand, it being face down on Steve’s chest on a particular page, while your own face was on the side of his chest. But, the thing that surprised him the most was the grip your thighs had around his own. Slowly, your hips were thrusting back and forth against his leg, humping over and over. Whenever your body hit the perfect spot against your clit, you would mewl against his chest, sending a vibration through his body. Your hard nipples would poke Steve’s stomach once in a while too. 

Good Lord, he was so distracted by the vision of you thrusting against his thigh, that he didn’t realize just how hard he had become. He only noticed it when your leg tensed up and moved towards his crotch, touching the underside and head in the process. 

You were about to become the death of him tonight. 

Curiously, he picked up the book you were reading to put it on the bedside table, when the words jumped out at him. 

“And then the prince lifted the dress of the maiden beast. How scary she was to the eyes of the kingdom, but how beautiful she looked with swollen lips and lust-filled eyes. She was wet, so wet that it seeped through the layers of clothing.”

Just then, Steve looked down to notice how your wetness was doing the same thing. Your arousal had gone past your shorts and went onto the cotton bottoms he was wearing. But he wouldn’t have it any other way.

The man skipped a few paragraphs to see just exactly what the prince and his lady were up to. Words of biting, screaming, thrusting harshly against the wall, even scratches along one another’s backs. It was pornographic, it was beautiful, and Steve was shocked that your virgin eyes read through some of this before falling asleep. 

If only he could recreate it with you. Seeing you moan and move to your lust-filled slumber was more than enough of a dream come true to the man. But this was wrong. So wrong. You both were best friends. He loved you, wished he could be more with you. But he believed that wasn’t worthy of you. You were the princess this whole town adored while he was just a former playboy many people seemed to dislike sometimes. There was a part of him that wanted to see how long it would take for you to come against his leg. However, his guilt took over quickly. 

“Wake up, my dove. It’s getting hot in here.” It wasn’t exactly a lie. The mixture of blankets and his arousal made Steve sweat through his clothes easily. 

“Hm? What?” You rolled more onto his chest, your weight atop his body nicely. It would have been the world’s most comfortable position, one that would start off most of his perverted fantasies about you; however, he had to stop himself from thrusting against your thigh that was now perfectly on top of his hardness. “Feels so nice, Stevie,” you murmured, still half-asleep. 

“Fuck — you really like that, huh?” The man whispered as you looked up at him with glazed eyes. You were still not cognizant that what you were doing was not in a dream. 

“I feel so warm down there, your leg is massaging me nicely,” you moaned whilst humping some more. “Kiss me, please.” 

Every move you were doing, every word you were saying, every whimper that came out of your throat — the man has imagined it all before. You were all of his greatest fantasies come to life. He wished so badly to ravish you on the spot and satiate all of the pent-up pleasure your body needed to release. Your lips were swollen now from all of the biting you’ve been doing to quiet down your moans; but, good god, the man was going to memorize it all for the sake of his future sessions with his right hand. 

Steve really needed to stop this, and fully wake you up as soon as possible. This wasn’t the normal you, you didn’t even realize exactly what you were doing. “Pretty girl, no matter how much I want to continue this, we can’t.” The words fell from his lips painfully. 

“Why not? You don’t feel good?” You whimpered as you reached up and put your arms around Steve’s neck, stopping your hips’ movements all together. 

“Feels so good, baby,” Steve moaned loudly this time as he thrusted against your leg like he imagined a million times before. It wasn't helping that you thought your face closer to his in order to hear his breathy moans easier. The man was so close to leaning forward and kissing your plump lips. “But, this isn’t a dream, and you’re not fully awake. I don’t want you to regret this—”

The man was going to ramble on and continue to comfort you into waking up fully. However, you got the message loud and clear. So much so, that your heart dropped and you gasped. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry, I’ll move over t-there — ah.” The moan coming out of your mouth was completely involuntary as you lifted your body up and intended on moving down and away from Steve’s figure. 

“Did that feel good?” Steve teased, now that you were both fully cognizant of your sleeping status. 

“I don’t know why I did that, I’m sorry.” If only you could apologize a million times, because you would; your guilty conscience would make sure of it. 

“You probably had some sweet dreams, huh?” 

Just as you were separated from the man, you heard his words and looked over at his figure. Through the dim lighting of the lamp, you could see that he was holding up the novel you were reading before bed, and it was open to the very scene that inspired any of your hormone-induced movements tonight. 

“Oh no,” you whispered. Looking down, there was a wet spot on Steve’s thigh where your heat was pressed against. He was admiring it as if he were memorizing just how it looks. And he was. “This is so embarrassing,” you though out loud

“It’s no big deal, dove. Guys have nudie magazines and a video here and there. I would never judge you for a little novel,” Steve chuckled as he sat up to the headboard to mirror your actions. 

“I didn’t know it was going to be like that in the story,” you whispered. 

“Did you like it?” Your friend was genuinely curious. Throughout your history as friends, you had never even asked him for advice about relationships — this erotic chapter of the novel must have been a shocking first exposure to it all. 

You thought about the question for a few moments. Remembering the emotions and fire you felt in different parts of your body, you could really only tell him the truth. “Y-yeah, I suppose so.”  

“Then don’t feel embarrassed or bad about it,” Steve nudged your shoulder sweetly to make you feel less embarrassed over the situation. “Never thought you were into reading it in front of other people though.”

“Don’t tease,” you pouted, putting your head under the blanket to hide from the embarrassment. 

“I’ll stop, I promise. But, you did give me a wonderful way to wake up,” you could hear him smiling just by the sound of his voice. 

Those words made you slowly peek your way out of the thick blanket to see Steve looming over you with a smirk that teased your soul. The lamp in the room made him glow, while the moon’s beams that were seeping through the blinds made him look like one of the many drawings of the prince in the book you were just reading. It took all the strength within you, not to squeeze your thighs together and satiate the throbbing between them. 

“Let’s never talk about this again,” you whispered, the blanket still covering your mouth. 

“If that’s what you would be comfortable with,” Steve chuckled as he laid back in his spot. 

“Y-yes, I would be.” 

After a moment of awkward silence, you both in regular sleeping positions, Steve wanted to break the ice a bit. “It is a well-written book. Maybe I could borrow it sometime.” 

“You’re so annoying,” you giggled, grabbing a small pillow on the bed and lightly hitting his chest with it.

“Learn anything while reading? You could use me as a practice dummy.” The man laid on his side now, looking at you as he put on a seductive tone. 

“You’re just a dummy, Steve,” you playfully scoffed with a giggle. 

“That was the last one, promise. Sweet dreams, dove.” 

In truth, Steve wanted you to sleep as quickly as possible so that he could make his way to the washroom and get rid of his hard problem. It was hurting now, even as he tried to think about anything else that would possibly subside his arousal. Your movements and moans will never be erased from his mind. Steve’s imagination was running wild with how you actually sounded as you were feeling pleasure. 

No one has ever thanked a book more in the history of mankind. 

“Is that what sex is like?” You whispered into the night, cutting off the man’s thoughts. 

“What do you mean?” Steve replied as he turned to his side to look at you staring up to the ceiling.  

“In the book, they talk about it like it happens so fast and hard,” you said the words with a concerned tone while turning your body towards his to face him. 

“Well, it can be fast and hard if the couple wants it that way. But, taking it slow is nice too,” the man next to you chuckled sweetly. 

You felt dumb asking the question. For years, you have known that Steve was a lot more experienced than you in the department of relations with the opposite sex. There have been countless times where Steve would tell you about any dates that he has gone on, or imply lewd acts he committed with his girlfriend of the week. And all you would do is nod out of pure curiosity. However, this was the first time you outright spoke about sex with him. 

“Right, right, that makes sense. It must feel really nice,” you continued your thoughts. 

“It does. Everything is so warm and wet. The noises too are something you’ll never forget. My hand and imagination does not do it justice sometimes.” Right then, Steve’s mind went through flashbacks of times he has laid in bed with the image of you stuck as his muse. He has imagined the way you would react and moan to things he would do with you. Would you bite your lip whilst looking down between your bodies? Would you whimper in the same way you do when you beg Steve to drive you somewhere and he just had a long day at work? Anything you would do would be erotic, and enough fire for him to reach the happiest of endings. However, by the end, he would pray for the day he could experience the real thing with you.  

“I wonder what it will be like for me,” you giggled, bringing the blanket close to your face again. 

“You got a good idea a few minutes ago,” Steve teased as he looked you up and down. 

All you could do was hit his shoulder then hide your face into it as he leaned back onto the bed. “It did feel really, really nice, Steve. I’m so sorry.” 

“There’s nothing to be sorry about. You liked it, didn’t you?” he said, trying to soothe your embarrassment of it all. As he squeezed his arm around you tighter to have you closer to his chest, Steve realized that your bare thighs had found their way around his again. You looked so beautiful cuddling next to him, tightening your legs slowly. “Then, maybe I can help. You didn’t get to finish, sweet girl.” 

The deepness of Steve’s voice resonated through your entire body as you looked up at him with desperate eyes. His proposal sounded so good. You felt this constant throbbing between your legs that only increased ten-fold every time you and Steve accidentally breathed too close together. As you gripped his chest with your hands, and his thigh with your own — you really craved to continue the pleasure you were feeling moments before. 

“I didn’t even know that I started,” you pouted. 

“Oh, but finishing is one of the best parts,” he teased whilst moving his thigh upwards to massage your cunt slowly. 

“Steve—” you moaned like music to his ears.

Your friend began to move his thigh up and down to stroke your pussy, hitting your clit from the right angle to make you bite your lip in between whimpers. He held your face sweetly, making sure that he could see how every movement affected you. Steve was sure that the image of your pupils getting darker would be engraved in his mind forever. 

“My best friend needs help, and you know I would do anything for you,” he whispered, hovering his lips above yours. 

“More, please.” 

“So polite,” Steve teased, quickening his pace and moving one hand to your breasts. “Doing such a dirty thing and now you’re being so nice.” 

“I feel so — I feel like I need more,” you said quietly as if it were a desperate plea. 

Steve squeezed your right breast sweetly, pinching your hardened nipple through the thick sweater fabric. He noted how you thrusted yourself against his thigh and nearly fell onto his lips as you moaned. 

“Is your body on fire? You feel nice, dove,” he smiled, kissing your cheek to tease you. 

“So good. Kiss me, Steve, please.” You weren’t sure what took over your body in that moment, but you gripped onto his hair and leaned your lips towards his. Yet, he was the one who kissed you first. It was a kiss that made the angels sing above you, one that you both have been imagining for years and years. Hearing all of the stories of girls in school raving about his talents with his mouth and tongue — a part of you could never believe that he would be that amazing.

But, you were wrong, so wrong. 

As he kissed you deeply, poking his tongue through to taste you more, you couldn’t help but whimper loudly into the kiss. Steve adored it, promising himself to try everything he could to hear every variation of your beautiful sounds. Just when he brought a hand down to your back, urging your hips to move forwards on his leg, you swear you were about to see stars. This is what all the magazines were talking about. This is what all the whispered conversations during girl talk were giggling about. This is what the novel you were just reading was writing about when it came to the pleasures of the flesh. You remembered what the lady did in the book, and decided to emulate her actions. Although you were slowing down your kisses, your hand found its way to Steve’s clothed hardness. It was nearly peeking out of the sweatpant elastic by now which made you gasp in surprise. 

“God, what did you learn in that book?” Steve moaned as he felt your delicate hand on him. 

“The characters in the story were really good friends too. She was always tempted to be the one who helped him out when he was really stressed out.” You smiled into the kiss, noticing how teasing him only made you wetter. 

You hand gripped his hardness some more, focusing on the large head that could be felt through the fabric.

“Here I thought that was going to be my job tonight,” Steve’s voice was low now as he kissed you down your neck and moved the hand that was previously on your back, to your front. The shorts you were wearing rode up to tighten upon your cunt. The fabric squeezed your clit, and caused your arousal to get all over the place where your thighs met. 

Steve pushed the fabric to the side, noticing how you didn’t wear panties to sleep, and started to lightly massage your clit. “Oh God,” you moaned into his mouth while arching your back. 

The movement made Steve want to lay you down on your back to have easier access between your legs. Although you whimpered in slight disappointment when you didn’t feel the pressure of his thigh, that all went away when the man teased your wet entrance with his fingers before going up to your clit again. 

“No panties, huh? You’re bound to be the death of me.” 

“I normally don’t wear any to bed if I’m wearing shorts,” you whispered, moving yourself to feel his fingers more against your nub. 

“Is it alright if I take these off?” He barely got the question out before you began to nod. 

Looking at you in all your glory was absolutely mind blowing to Steve. He swears that he felt his cock twitch in excitement when he saw your arousal dripping on his sheets. The light from the lamp made you look like you were glowing, and the man was so tempted to taste what he has been craving for so long. But, he took it slow, circling your clit faster and faster as he leaned down to kiss you deeply. As every moan was swallowed by him, Steve began to thrust himself upon the side of your hip to satiate his arousal. 

The moment he stopped kissing you for a moment, he wordlessly looked you in the eye, teasing your entrance now with his fingers. With a nod and smile through bitten lips, you gave him full permission to fill your hole that has been desperately throbbing around nothingness.  

“Feels so good, Stevie. Keep doing that, please,” you groaned as he fingered you deeper and deeper. 

“Are you close, dove? Are you gonna come? You’re so tight, can barely fit these two fingers,” Steve teased as he kissed your neck to make you moan louder. 

“More — need more.” The grip you had on his hair became tighter as you pushed yourself down on his hand, nearly fucking yourself on his fingers. Feeling so stretched out was a brand new experience. You were never one to masturbate, even when everyone mentioned it was so much fun. Everything from seeing a hot guy at the mall, a rockstar who was shirtless on the cover of a magazine, or the angle of a showerhead accidentally focusing on a sweet spot — none of those experiences ever happened in your life. In truth, nothing ever made you curious enough to even try to see if other things would have a similar effect. But something about this night made you want to experience it all with Steve. 

The man quickened his pace with his fingers, using one hand to thrust into you while the other massaged your clit sweetly. Your moans echoed through the room as you arch your back in ecstasy. The feeling of Steve’s lips on your throat made you want to thrust against his hand harder, but you were too overwhelmed to move your hips in tandem. Instead, you lifted up your shirt and started to squeeze your lonely nipples. 

You aren’t sure what took over — all you knew was that everything felt so good. 

“Fuck, you really do have the most perfect tits,” Steve whispered to himself when he got up from your neck. He felt your movements and thought something was wrong. Instead, he was greeted by the sight of your swollen nipples, eager for some sort of touch. When he saw your fingers squeeze your right nipple, he could not handle it anymore and dove down to suck on them, leaving marks on your smooth skin. 

“Steve, everything you’re doing feels so good,” you moaned. 

“Are you gonna come for me, baby? I know you can do it.” 

And you did. Loudly. Just those words, working in tandem with his fingers and mouth, were more than enough to make you orgasm into oblivion. Steve had two fingers inside of you whilst his thumb was massaging your clit in small circles. You barely had the strength to tell him how good it felt since you were shaking below him in pleasure. All you could do was grasp Steve’s hair as he kissed one nipple of yours to the next. It was your very first orgasm, and you were welcoming it with open arms. 

“So nice —” you whimpered incoherently. 

Steve kissed you, swallowing in your moans of ecstasy. “I’m never gonna get tired of that sound,” he teased as he took out his fingers from inside of you and just massaged your clit as you got down from your high. 

“So much better than reading a book,” you giggled as your body calmed down. 

“Maybe we gotta find you crazier books then,” Steve smiled with you while kissing your soft lips. 

The kiss became deeper as you embraced one another. Your friend found his way on top of you which felt so surreal. Throughout your friendship, you never believed that some of your naughty dreams that you pushed to the side, would ever come true. Steve was having the same thoughts; however, he never pushed those dreams to the side. More likely, he would take care of any hard problem that was in between his legs. But, kissing you only made him throb harder. Especially now that he knows what your pussy felt like on his fingertips, 

“Again — I can take more,” you whispered between kisses. 

“Needy girl, you really want to?” Steve asked, making sure this wasn’t a dream for him now. 

“Mhm, yes, what if we slipped it in?” your hand moved down his body and to the waistband of his pants. Without even stretching the fabric, you looked up at him with sweet eyes. “Would it feel good too? Maybe just the tip?” 

Fuck. 

Steve needed to calm himself down. He was already on the verge of cumming in his pants, watching you orgasm on his sheets. Even now, as the remnants of your arousal covered his fingers, he wondered how it would feel against his hardness. But, Steve couldn’t do that to you now. Especially knowing the fact that it would be your first time. However, the lust that clouded your eyes as you pouted up at him, was convincing him slowly. 

The conflict on Steve’s face was so apparent that you whispered: “oh, we don’t need to—”

“Fuck, I want to,” Steve kissed you sweetly. “Are you sure, baby? Sure that you can take it all?”

“Yes, yes, I promise you that I can,” you smiled up at him and then bit your lips out of a mixture of excitement and nervousness. 

You kissed one another again, not being to stand the time your lips were apart from each other’s. As you did so, Steve brought his hands under your sweater to nearly rip it off of you — leaving you beautifully naked on his plaid sheets. His hands were calling to him, telling him that one day he needed to take a picture of you like this. But, there is going to be another time, surely. Right now, he wanted to satiate your body’s cravings. As you stared up at him and squeezed your thighs together, Steve was truly about to combust. 

“It’s kinda cold,” you giggled as you stared down at your hardened nipples. Then, you sat up slightly to meet his lips again, but not without whispering close to his mouth. “Can I take off your clothes too?” 

With those words, Steve helped you take off his tight shirt and sweatpants. You’ve been teasingly touching it throughout tonight’s escapades; however, seeing his hardness in all its glory, stunned you. It was a lot thicker and longer than you initially believed. In truth, there were countless moments where you had gotten a glimpse of his size. Like the times he invited you to his backyard to swim, and he always seemed to choose tighter swim shorts every week. Or the one time he forgot to bring a towel into the shower so you brought one to him, thinking that he was going to keep the shower curtain atop his body for some modesty; however, when you were on your way out the room, he let go of the plastic curtain a bit too early and you saw a definite outline from the side of your eyes. Every single time, no matter how crazy the situation may be, you felt warm all over your body. This time, however, seeing the way it hung and the precum leaking out of it, you were hypnotized to say the least. 

“One sec, dove,” Steve whispered as he saw that you were about to touch it. You looked to see that he bent his body to reach his nightstand and take out a little clear bottle. 

“What is that?” You asked innocently as you began to stroke him while he wasn’t looking. 

“I-it’s — fuck — it’s lube. We could use a little if you wanted to,” Steve said seriously before bringing a hand to your arousal and massaging your clit sweetly. “Not sure if we will need much,” he teased. 

Steve kissed you again, having you lay down on the bed fully. He thrusted his hardness against your pussy a few times, seeing how you reacted to the feeling. You adored it, mewling every time the head of his cock coincided with your clit. In truth, you both could have been doing this for the rest of the night until you two came; however, you were throbbing around nothing and you craved to feel more stretched out than with Steve’s fingers. 

You broke away from the kiss, eyeing the bottle of lube curiously, before Steve grabbed it and put it in your hands to look at closer. There were times you saw a similar bottle in the drug store and noticed they were next to the condoms and pregnancy tests. You saw that there were big bold letters on the front: ‘for her pleasure,’ which confused you slightly. But, you decided to give it a try anyways — it must be something good, you guessed. 

“Let's use a little, Steve.” 

“Yeah, sure. You want me to put it on?” He asked sweetly as he outstretched his hand. 

“N-no, I wanna try something,” you smiled up at him before putting a dollop of the gel in your right hand. “You’re so big, Stevie. You’re gonna stretch me out so good.” 

Your words were hypnotizing the man above you as you circled your hand over his cock and stroked a few times. And to think that he believed that he was to be taking the lead tonight. 

“F-fuck, dove. Your hands are so soft.” Steve’s moans were making you wetter by the second. You felt your heat throb harshly around nothing, before you moved your hips upwards a little and guided his cock into you. 

Just the tip — you said the words before. 

But, fuck, it felt so nice that you both needed so much more. Steve stayed still above you as he watched the way you move your hips to bounce on his cock from below. Inch by inch, you thrusted yourself upon his lube-covered hardness, causing moans to echo through the room as you got stretched out. 

This was so much better than you both could have ever dreamed of. 

“So hard,” you whispered as you got in the last inch and took all of Steve’s cock in. 

“You’re taking me so well, dove. So fucking wet,” he said as he kissed you and let you get used to the large size. 

“Feels nice.”  

“Tell me if you don’t like it,” Steve whispered as he kissed your lips one last time before moving his mouth down your neck and finally thrusting his hips into you. 

Everything seemed to amplify ten-fold. All of the pleasure, moans, tingling, stretching — it all felt so nice. It was if you two were the only people in the world, with the sky changing from a navy blue to a bright orange. Sweet nothings were whispered into the air as you both wanted to give each other the poetic justice you deserved. 

Steve kissed you every time he heard your moans get louder and louder, wanting to taste your ecstasy. He moved back and forth from kissing your lips, to your neck, to your breasts. It all made you grip his hair tightly no matter where he was focusing on your body. 

“Keep going please, Steve. Everything feels so full,” you screamed incoherently.  

“God, you're throbbing around me. I don’t think I can take it.” The man above you was thrusting into you at an increasingly faster pace, missing the feeling of your warm pussy every time he was even an inch out of you. 

“Steve, I wanna feel you cum,” you whispered before grabbing his hair to have him stop sucking on your nipples in order to look at you. 

He adored how needy you were. “Dirty little mouth, Princess.” 

“Need more — need you to go faster.”

“You know I've been dreaming about this moment time and time again. Who knew all it would take is a dirty novel, isn’t that right?” Steve teased as he reached town and pinched your clit playfully. 

“You’ll never regret driving me to the bookstore from now on,” you giggled in between whimpers.

In truth, you didn’t notice the way you were moving yourself upwards to meet his thrusts. It made Steve bite his lip to stop himself from cumming inside of you prematurely.  “Dove, you're taking me so well — fuck — better than I’ve ever imagined,” he moaned. 

“What have you imagined? What were we doing?” you asked it so innocently, stroking his chest as he continued to thrust into you. 

Where did you learn how to do that? — was what he really wanted to ask. Instead, his mind started to blurt out his fantasies. 

“Sometimes I’d have you like this: fucked out and cock drunk in the middle of the night. Other times it would be me bending you over while you’re studying. Always wearing those tiny skirts with the slit.” 

“For you, I wear it for you. I know the yellow skirt is your favourite, isn’t it?” You teased him now. 

You always noticed the way he would ask you pick things up from the floor, mention that your shoes were untied while he was standing behind you, or the way he would always take off a piece of lint from the back of your skirt — even if you had just used a lint roller on it a few moments before. He loved the way the fabric would sway, and you loved the way he looked at you. It made you feel so warm even on the windiest and coldest of days. 

One thing was for certain, it definitely felt like such a tease in comparison to how your heart and body felt right now.  

“You little minx,” Steve moaned as he thrusted into you faster. 

“Do you think I don’t imagine you ripping my skirt into a million pieces every time you stare at me?” the words fell from your lips breathily while Steve’s pace increased more and more. “You’re not so good at recognizing mirrors in front of you when you’re staring at the back of my tiny skirt, huh?”

“God, you like it when I’m being your perv, naughty girl,” Steve stated.

“Makes me feel nice. Just like this.” 

Just then, Steve made sure that his thrusts and massages on your clit were working in tandem with the way your pussy was throbbing on his cock. He could tell with the way you were arching your back more and closing your eyes, that you were bound to orgasm soon. “You’re so beautiful, dove. So beautiful and taking me so well.”  

“Oh my—” your voice sounded so sweet as you looked up at him with desperation in your eyes. 

“That’s it, let it happen,” Steve grunted, making sure to stop himself from cumming so that he could time it with yours.  

“Faster, please,” you nearly screamed now as everything was hitting you in all the perfect spots. 

Steve took that as his sign to move faster: from his hands to his hips. He loved to see the way you were reaching your climax on his cock — an image he would never get out of his mind for the rest of his life. You were squeezing his hardness tighter and tighter, with your moans getting louder in tandem. And so, Steve angled his cock upwards to try and hit your sweetest spot inside of you. 

And he did. 

Good god, he did. 

“That’s it, that’s my dove.” He chanted over and over as you were shaking beneath him, orgasming harder than you did previously. 

“S-Steve, fuck.” You rarely swear, but to know that he was the one to cause this little word to fall from lips with such grace — it was the final straw for Steve. 

He began to cum inside of you, your pussy milking him with each thrust. All of his arousal was filling you up to the point where it started to spill out and glisten all over your thighs. “So tight,” he whimpered above you. 

For a few moments, you both came down from your highs. With a few thrusts and kisses, you allowed your bodies and heart rates to calm down as one. It was beautiful and so bewitching to experience it all. You weren’t so sure what it would be like now. Being friends for so long meant that you both knew so much about each other. However, now, you two seemed to see a lot of each other too. There was no turning back to what it was before. Not after everything felt so good in this way. 

You both looked into each other’s eyes before kissing sweetly, enveloping each other in one last kiss before breaking apart under the morning sun’s rays. 

“You are so beautiful,” Steve whispered as he moved to lay next to you. 

“So are you,” you smiled while cuddling close to him. 

“Are you alright?” He asked sweetly, kissing your forehead in the process. 

“Yeah, I guess I feel a little sore,” you giggled as you moved your head upwards to feel your lips on his again. 

Steve gasped into the kiss, breaking it apart to get some tissues from his nightstand. “Do you need a bath, some water, or food?” He asked whilst wiping the remnants of his climax away on your thighs. 

“I’m fine, Steve, I promise.” You smiled as he looked at you with the biggest hazel gaze. 

Truthfully, you looked like a goddess glowing next to him with the dawn reflecting on your skin. He wasn’t sure if there were enough words in any dictionary to describe your beauty. Maybe not even from the book you were reading before bed. “How about you sleep for a bit and then when you wake up, I’ll have all your favourite breakfast foods on the kitchen table?” The offer was so tempting coming from Steve’s lips. 

“Hmm, what if I want to help you?” You giggled. You weren’t sure if you wanted to be separate from him for too long. The place in between your thighs was begging for his touch again. “There is a scene in that book where the prince and the lady were eating breakfast and then—”

You stopped speaking when you saw Steve reach behind him to find the novel on his nightstand, before flipping pages in the book to see what you were talking about. “Maybe you should read this story to me another day and I can help you every time you get really excited during a scene,” he winked. 

“Another day?” 

“Yes, for now, we could get started on writing the beginning of our newest story, dove. If you would like to, of course.” Steve whispered the words as he hovered his lips above yours, teasing you with each breath that tickled your skin. 

“I’d really, really love that,” you smiled up at him, bringing your arms around his neck in the process. 

If one thing was for certain after tonight: both of you found comfort and love in each other’s arms — and later on in a few different sections of the book store too. 

-:-:-:-:-

[starkeysprincess]

meeting college roommate!rafe when you move into your friend, Barry’s apartment, only to meet his roommate, Rafe, whom you recognize from a one-night stand

warnings: mention of one night stand, flashback in italics & indented, “first time” meeting rafe

a/n: this is supposed to be more of them "meeting" for the first time hence why i left it open + in case anyone wanted more to this

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His large, calloused hands gripped your hips, guiding your movements while his face is buried in the crook of your neck, “Yeah, that’s it…doing so good f’me” he muttered against your skin, his lips leaving a trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses in his wake. He pulls away from your neck, silent groans escaping his mouth as he takes in the sight of your pleasure-ridden face, “god…you’re so fuckin’ beautiful when you come”.

When you woke up the next morning, you were met with a vacant spot in your bed and you couldn’t tell if you were more disappointed that he left without saying anything or the fact that you’d never see him again.

It’s been weeks and although it was nothing more than a meaningless one-night stand, you haven’t been able to stop thinking about that night. But, you had more important things to worry about, such as trying to figure out your living situation due to being screwed over by your apartment leasing manager.

You could say that it’s been a very stressful few weeks, you even posted it on your close friend’s story, hoping that someone you knew needed a roommate. Thankfully, your friend, Barry, swiped on your story, telling you that he and his roommate were looking for another roommate and even asked if you wanted to come over to check the apartment out before you made a decision.

As soon as you got to his apartment, he showed you around. You were immediately in love with the apartment and after the tour, he asked if you needed time to think about your answer. Even though you didn’t know who his mysterious roommate was, you needed a roof over your head and you knew you could afford the rent. But what ultimately made you say yes was that you’ve known Barry for as long as you could remember and knew you could trust him.

All Barry told you about his roommate was he had girls over often and that you “may want to invest in some earplugs”. 

“Speaking of��� when am I going to meet my other roommate?” you question. Before Barry can answer, you hear the lock turning on the front door, “I’d say now” Barry chuckles, “C’mon, I gotta introduce the two of you”.

“Hey, pretty boy! Got someone I need you to meet, she’s our new roommate!” Barry shouted as the two of you walked into the living area.  You could hear his roommate hanging up his keys, groaning, “Jesus, man, I’m comin’ just give me a sec”.

Your ears perk at the familiar voice but you shrug it off as you hear his footsteps approaching the two of you. “Don’t mind his grumpy ass, the little shit is always grumpy” Barry nudged you.

“Come talk to me when you start wakin’ up early every day for work” Rafe scoffs. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever” Barry snorted, “Hurry up, man. I don’t have all day”.

“Holy shit” the two of you muttered as soon as Rafe entered the living room, your breath hitches in your throat as he froze in his spot.

“Rafe, meet my friend, who’s officially our new roommate” Barry introduced, barely paying attention to how you and Rafe are gawking at each other.

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[hotpinkstars]

AHHH LOVED THE AL HAITHAM FIC SMM but if you dont mind what was going through al haithams head when he realized she left??

-> the house will never be the same again pt. 2

synopsis -> after being incredibly disrespected by your husband, alhaitham, you moved to liyue. what is going through his mind when you leave?

a/n -> AHHH i'm so happy you liked it!!! and i don't mind making a pt. 2 at all sorry this has been sitting here for a while but i hope you enjoy! here is part 1.

warnings -> all hurt no comfort, reader never turns up lol

w/c -> 1.2k

it’s been about a week now, and you’re already settled into liyue. you’ve caught the eye of a bunch of passersby in the city- a sumeru vision wielder living in liyue harbor? 

thankfully, you had the traveler and a kind woman from the qixing named ganyu able to assist you with questions about the city. the first day you got there, she noticed your vision, and asked you all about it. it soon led to the two of you hitting off the start of a friendship in a nice restaurant- with ganyu telling you all of the things to do in liyue, the jobs that can be taken, and how magical the lantern rite especially is. you mentioned to her that you had a passion for the arts, and she immediately helped you look for a side job to make a little bit of mora to pay rent in your nice abode in the middle of the harbor.

“so, were your travels from sumeru alright? i’ve heard trudging through desert is not a very enjoyable experience..” ganyu questioned, a slight grin to be found on her face. “though, i have heard that the city down there is very nice. i would love to visit for myself one day, but with work and adeptal business it makes my days a little tight.”

you nod before replying. “the city is beautiful, especially at night. theres a gorgeous stage down there too, where a young woman named nilou always performs on special events. it’s always been the most majestic part of the city, or at least in my opinion.” 

ganyu lets out a noise of fascination, before giggling a little. “i would love to watch her dance. nilou is a familiar name, some people here strictly go to sumeru just to see her. i bet she’s as wonderful as everyone makes her out to be.” ganyu sighs. “i wonder if she travels? we have nice performing places here, too.”

you nod. “occasionally. it mostly has to be a big event for her to arrive, though.” you take another bite of your food. “but i bet if i asked her, she’d come out for at least a few days.”

that made ganyu smile once more, before she asked another question. “well, this may be an odd question, but do you have any romantic relationships?” 

“well, that's the reason i decided to move here,” now it is your turn to sigh, making ganyu have a confused look dancing across her face. “my partner and i got into an argument. he wouldn’t stop overworking himself, and i simply just wanted him to come to bed. but he’s so stubborn, and he took his work stress out on me. there was… certainly a lot of name calling.”

ganyus look of confusion immediately switches to an apologetic one. “ah, you made the right choice. that’s no way to treat your spouse.” 

you nod in agreement, before finishing your dish and pushing it slightly out in front of you. 

“well, i’m going to head back to my apartment now. this was very nice, we should do it again sometime!” you smile before standing and putting some money on the table. “here, this should be half. have a good night, ganyu!”

“goodnight to you too, y/n! i’ll see you soon.” 

now, back on alhaithams end..

he hasn’t been home in about a week and a half, due to his work causing his presence nearly 24/7. that pretty much means he hasn’t realized you’ve left yet. 

as he walks home, he doesn’t know how he would approach you. does he pretend the issue doesn’t exist? does he keep ignoring you? does he apologize? he thought his mind would split open.

as he walks through the door, he notices that the house is a little… emptier, from when the two of you lived together. he walked through the whole place, looking into the bathrooms to see your products gone. looking at the laundry room, met with no clothes that are yours hanging from the clothesline. and now, when he went to your bedroom…

your pillowcases have been stripped from the bed, and your pillow thrown into the closet. there were only a stack of two pillows, right in the middle of the bed. now his heart was thumping, and really hard. he looked through the dressers. the left side was barren, leaving only his side full. the thing that brought tears to the mans eyes was seeing your wedding ring on your side of the table. 

so you really left him. he stands there, shocked, unknowing of what to do. does he try to find you, or does he let you go? oh, how he regrets ever talking to you the way he did. if he just took your advice, you would be in bed, waiting for his arrival. likely bringing him into a hug, shaking all his worries and stress away as you whispered questions along about how his day was. 

the next few days felt like someone kept coming over to his desk and stabbing his back with blades like his. he felt so regretful, doing everything he can to stay composed while at the same time trying to find where you’ve gone. dehya won’t give him anything besides “somewhere close to sumeru that’s not sumeru.” that could mean you’ve gone to fontaine, liyue, or monstadt. how would he ever find you?

he’d ask the gaurds, and they all told him you went in the direction of the chasm. getting somewhere, but not close enough. he could walk all that way and come up empty handed. he doesn’t have an exact pinpoint on you yet. 

he’d ask nilou. she’d just shrug and say something along the lines of “i heard what happened, but i do not know fully where they went.” 

he walked the paths of the city, lost deep in thought. everyone thought it was a little out of character for someone such as him to look and feel as lost as he is. as much as people wondered what happened, they kept their mouths shut.

and for the people who noticed your absence, too, they’d ask different people who would likely have knowledge. but alhaitham didn’t know where to go now. he could walk the whole chasm and still not have you turn up. he could check every apartment complex in liyue harbor, and knock on every door on the outskirts. he could sail the seas to inazuma, and walk every separate island to see who may be housing you, or what commission you may have been taken in by. he could fall down the very waterfall that leads an entrance to the enchanting location called enkanomiya. he could go to fontaine, dive under the waters, walk every rocky mountain, and even visit the fortress of meropide. he could fight every monster near the city of monstadt, looking upon every rooftop for signs of your art, blown through the city of wind. but he still wouldn’t find you.

now what he doesn’t know is that you’re in liyue harbor, and nobody frets to tell him that anytime soon. for now, they’re just going to let him suffer, the same way he let you.

[honeykaes]

a renter's deal

pairing: renter!kaveh x afab!reader II 2.2k

warning: smut, 18+ content, minors do not interact, afab!reader with no set pronouns, cunnilingus, fingering, reader had a previous crush on kaveh, unambiguous if kaveh knew, reader is a landlord, unedited

synopsis: your old college-friend (and crush) Kaveh hadn’t paid rent yet. Just as you draft an email to inform him of the consequences, you hear a knock at the door wish a kaveh desperate to pay you back in other ways.

Cicadas loud chirping echoing from outside as your a/c continuously blast to avoid the hot temperatures of the summer from creeping into your apartment complex. It was the end of the month as the next loomed over in a couple of days. As the landlord, this was one of your busiest times. From working on paperwork moving people out of apartments to finalizing paperwork and credit scores to move people into the apartment, you had your work cut out for you—especially when it came to residents paying their dues for their apartments.

A fan blew past you, causing your body  to shiver as you shake your head trying to focus again on the laptop in front of you. An excel sheet on the screen greeted you back, tracking everyone’s payments. Apartment 125, Tighnari, paid in full. So did apartment 243, Aether and Lumine,  before they moved out.

As you scrolled down, you noticed only a few people had not paid you for rent yet despite today being the last day of the month—including your old college friend, Kaveh.

You and Kaveh were once friends in college before losing contact after graduating. He was always very popular and friendly, a heart of gold that always managed to get hurt by one situation or another. He was now a pretty-well known architect trying to start his own firm. 

You helped him through his breakups, his tests—his ups and downs, as he did the same for you. You wanted to reconnect when you first worked with him, moving in to his complex but things weren’t the same. The two of you aren’t the same 18, 19 year olds staying up late and going to a midnight movie showing before an exam like you used to—you both were in your late twenties, different responsibilities and interests pulling you.

And that scared you, so you gave him space.

Since the economy had slowed and businesses and organizations were interesting in building more projects anymore, Kaveh suffered immensely, scrapping anything he could to try to pay rent at the last minute to you. You felt bad but you didn’t want to pry either. 

You let out a sigh, clicking on your emails as you began to draft. Since he was late on payment, a meeting needed to be scheduled and fees processed to strategize a plan. You didn’t want to evict the poor man; or anyone for that matter.

Just as you finished drafting the email, you turned your head hearing a knock at the door. Placing your laptop on your coffee table and rising from the couch, you expected a resident to inform you about something breaking or not working. Your lips parted in shock to see Kaveh at the door. 

Kaveh seemed completely disheveled, long blond ombre hair, a mess unlike its usually tidy self. His clothes were wrinkled and unfastened as if he had just woken up and immediately ran here. He leans along the wall near your door, chest heaving loudly as he struggles to catch his breath.

“Kaveh?! Are you alright?!” you stammered out. Kaveh puts a finger out to signal to give him a second before he finally catches his breath.

“N-No. I’m so sorry I’m late on rent,” he groaned. “I am working with this school to create a playground but they won’t be able to pay me until next week. I’m a bit short with rent with my current funds.”

Your lips curled downwards before lifting your head to to nurse the headache threatening to form from the stress of the situation.

“This isn’t the first time you’ve been late, Kaveh. I can’t grant you a grace period. I really need that money in full,” you murmured. Kaveh turned to face you, scarlet eyes misty in desperation. Your heart withered seeing him in this state, but you feared bugging would put you on a tight spot with your boss.

“Please (Y/n)! You got to understand, I really tried this time. I can give you what I have and give you the remaining next week! Then I’ll be good to go for next month,” Kaveh yelled out. 

“Kaveh, let’s continue this inside, okay? I’ll get you a glass of water or some tea to calm your nerves,” you beckoned, as your own anxiety began to creep in your stomach, you open your door beckoning Kaveh to come inside without a potential audience watching the two of you.

As he nervously entered, stifly sitting himself at the couch as you leave to enter your adjacent kitchen.

“I am only short 500 out of the 1500 dollars for rent and utilities. I can surely give that to you next week,” Kaveh called out as you prepare some glasses of water for you two. You sigh once more, leaning yourself against the fridge trying to figure out what to say without hurting your old friend’s feelings anymore.

“Kaveh, technically it wouldn’t be 500 but 1000. 100 for the late fee and 400 because this is the second time, along with the 500. I don’t make these policies, my bosses do,” you replied solemnly, guilt beginning to eat at you.

“Then what can I do to prevent the late fees from occurring!” he asked.

In college, whenever he was in a bad situation, to make him feel better you always started off with a ridiculous joke to catch him off guard before giving some sound advice with a smile. Oftentimes, he’d be smiling back, hopeful and taking your feedback and lighthearted jokes for the better.

Grabbing the glasses of water, you walked back into the living room placing the waters on the coffee table and closing your laptop.

“I don’t know, fuck me or something,” you idly murmured out before chuckling. Just as you were about to give him actual advice, Kaveh fell to his knees in front of you, wrapping his arms around your legs. You gasped, flustered,  body shifting in embarrassment feeling his close contact.

“Kaveh! What are you doing! It was a joke! Y’know like I used to do in college!” you stammered out. Kaveh lifted his head up, eyebrows slightly furrowed in determination.

“Well, I’m not! I wouldn’t mind it at all. If this makes those pesky late fees go away, I’d be more than happy to do this and more!” Kaveh replied. You tried forming words from your quivering lips but your mind seemed to be malfunctioning, feeling his lips beginning to trail along your thighs, placing soft kisses along the skin.

“...Please (Y/n). For old times sake?” he whispered. 

Your heart tugged remembering the big crush you had on him before and the drunken kisses you shared with him as you attending parties together leaving you longing for more—the memories were flooding you like a tidal wave.

“...Okay, Kaveh…”

With a small smile gracing his sun-kissed face, Kaveh hands trailed up as his fingers hook on their shorts and the waistband of your underwear and gilded them down. He leaned his face in, puffs of his hot breath causing your body to shiver from the sensation as your clit began throbbing in anticipation.

His face tilts closer, darting his tongue out as he trailed a long swipe between your folds. The muscles curled up to brush against your clit, jolts of pleasure rooting through you from the sudden touch. He swirled along the bud of nerves, hands squeezing at your thighs. Your hands reached over to his hair, playing with the soft curls and losing yourself to pleasure.

He flicked his tongue along the nub, feeling your hips beginning to rock along his face. A low groan emitted from you as you ground yourself against him, his lips circling around your clit before beginning to suck. He continued to switch from sucking to rapidly flicking and circling his tongue on your clit while his hand crept up to squeeze your ass so he could keep up with your movements.

As he continued, one hand eventually left the globe letting two of his fingers sink into your dribbling cunt, coated with your arousal and his saliva. He pumped them deliberately slowly, your legs shaking from his delicate touch, wanting more.

“Kaveh,” you whimpered out, hearing him slurp continuously as your slick graced his mouth. He nuzzled his face deeper into your cunt, as his fingers pumped inside your pulsating walls, curling and massaging themselves to get you closer to your high.

Shutting your eyes, your hands traveled to your chest and squeezed it tightly as your voice began to rise, feeling Kaveh’s tongue press harder against the button. You throw your head back, as your high finally reached you. Kaveh struggled to keep up with your movements as he continued to thrust his fingers inside of you, nursing your high before it fell down. 

With slight jitters, Kaveh finally leaned away, lower mouth completely coated in your slick. His tongue was parted out, strings of your arousal still connecting the muscle with your cunt. Your tired eyes stared down in embarrassment, cheeks warm in shame as Kaveh wipes his mouth in content.

You could see the bulge poking out from his pants.

“W-Well! You’ve done your part! So—”

You're interrupted by Kaveh rising from his knees on the floor and connecting his lips with your own in a passionate kiss. You can’t help but moan, feeling his tongue, stained in your juices, roam inside your own mouth as he pulled you closer. He momentarily broke the kiss, both of you trying to catch your breaths, lips hovering by your own.

“I want to ensure that you don’t go back on your word though. So please, let me ensure your pleasure…” Kaveh breathlessly begged, claiming your lips once more. His hands wandered to your waist as pinned you against the wall—paintings knocking roughly from the sudden movement. 

Breaking the kiss once more, he zipped his pants down, revealing his throbbing erection. His cock was flushed, shivering as he took a hold of it as precum budded at its tip, dripping down to the rest of his length. He pumped it a few times with a shaky moan erupting from his lips before using another hand to slightly light your leg up near his small waist.

Your lips trembled as the tip of his cock spread past your folds trying to find your entrance, gathering up the abundant slick drooling from you. As Kaveh lined himself up, he placed his lips by your ear and with a low groan, sank himself inside of you. 

He grunted loudly when he finally bottomed out, cock nestled deep inside of you. He pecked at your neck before snapping his hips back, thrusting himself inside of you. The paintings hit the wall rowdily to the pace of his thrusts. 

“I hope you’re enjoying my end of the d-deal…” Kaveh grunted out, pressing his lips against your ear so you could hear all of his little noises. You moaned in response as Kaveh reached over to press tight circles along your overstimulated clit. 

“Y-You made me so sensitive,” you admitted, as you chirped, feeling Kaveh shifting his angle pistoning inside of you so he was not hitting that spot he desperately wanted to find.

“T-That’s the point. I want to make you cum so hard. I know you can…you're so close aren’t you, eshgham,” he whispered, nibbling on your neck. Kaveh could feel your walls beginning to cave in and spasm, signaling your end was close. 

“K-Kav—” Kaveh captured your lips as you reached your second climax, your body shivering pinned against him. Hips sloppily faltered as he furrowed his eyebrows to try to control his own temptations and guide you down your high once more.

As glossy lips part from your own, Kaveh slipped his cock out, pumping it rapidly before a desperate groan emitted from his lips before biting down to try to be quieter. Ropes of cum shot from his tip, smearing themselves on your thighs. 

He watched as his cum glided down the curves of your wobbling leg. He let your other leg down before supported your weight on your body with a small smile.

“Easy there…you’re probably very overstimulated. Let’s get you all cleaned up in your bathroom. Where is that,” he asked. You tiredly pointed into the direction of your bedroom as he guided you toward it. As he opened the door, he gently set you down on the rim of the porcelain bathtub before reaching to grab a rag on your towel rack.

“I’m sorry for going a little overboard. I just wanted to ensure I had done my part. Keeping my end of the deal is important to me,” he murmured, wetting the towel up with some soap before wiping it down to clean your legs. As he wiped over your cunt, you whined at the burn of overstimulation getting to you.

“...So, please, please please don’t go back on your word, (Y/n),” he begged, with large  pleading eyes. You sighed once more, but to his surprise it was a lot lighter in tone than earlier.

“...You don’t have to pay rent at all for this month, okay? I’ll cover it…just focus on getting the money for the next month,” you whispered. Kaveh lit up as a grin curled on his face. He leaned in placing a tender kiss on your forehead as your cheeks fought against a blush.

“...I missed you Kaveh…” you admitted. Kaveh brushed part of your hair away.

“I missed you too.”

[turcott3]

come home

adam fantilli x fem! reader

warnings?: angst, light cursing, fluff on fluff, kissing, crying, did i mention fluff

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“hello?” you hear your boyfriend groan through the phone.

“oh, i just realized what time it was. did i wake you?” you ask biting your lip, fighting back your threatening tears.

“yeah.”

“i’m sorry.”

“no no it’s okay baby, is everything okay?” he asks sweetly, in sleepy tone.

“not really,,, just miss you.” you say, letting a tear slip.

“i know, i miss you too.” he replies.

“come home, please adam.” you say softly, voice cracking lightly.

“my flight is in the morning, i promise ill be at your doorstep as soon as i can okay?”

“okay.” you pause, leading to a few long moments of silence.

“baby i can’t sleep.” you finally admit.

“do you want me to stay on the phone with you?” he asks and you quickly reply with a yes.

“just go to sleep my love, i promise i’ll be home soon.” he says lowly, as soothingly as he can.

“okay goodnight adam.”

“g’night. i love you.”

“i love you too.” you reply, heart warming at finally hearing the sound of his voice. you hadn’t called him his entire trip, trying to give him his alone time with his family uninterrupted. even though he said you could call every evening. after a while of tossing and turning, just knowing adam was a word away was enough to send you off into slumber, before you know it, waking up to see adam still on the line.

“hello?” you grumble opening your eyes.

“morning y/n, our flight takes off soon, im glad you woke up because i was gonna have to hang up and i didn’t want you to wake up and i wasn’t there.”

“it’s okay babe, you could’ve hung up.” you say, eyes welling up.

“i just wanted to make sure you were okay.” he replies.

“i know.” you smile to yourself.

“okay i gotta turn my phone off, ill text you when we land.”

“okay, be safe adam.”

“always.” he replies before hanging up the line, texting you a simple red heart on imessage.

truth be told you just wanted adam home because you were struggling, just barely getting by. not making enough money, struggling in your summer class, and not being able to afford gas and groceries. you were overwhelmed. you hated that your parents were paying majority of your rent. you couldn’t believe this is what it’s come to. your roommates have no issue making money but when it came to you, you didn’t have a clue. you just wanted adam there so that all of those problems could disappear for a few hours. burying your stress temporarily so you could love on the one guy that has ever made you feel like you mattered.

you practically watched the hours tick by waiting for the text saying he’d landed. you knew tomorrow morning, or maybe tonight he’d be on the front step of your apartment and that held a little peace in your heart.

“i’ve entered this problem three different ways, what the fuck do you mean it’s not right still?” you yell angrily at your computer as you worked on your summer math class. every few minutes you flipped over your phone, waiting for “adam🤍” to be displayed on your lockscreen.

“fine you win.” you groan, slamming your laptop shut, a tear slipping from your eye. ever since you moved in, you felt insignificant. you weren’t a wimp, so you didn’t understand how people were still able to disrespect you. it almost felt purposeful, yet you didn’t know what you did to deserve it. tears pricked your eyes before streaming down your cheeks at a quick pace. you flipped your phone over and you finally saw the notification you had been waiting, a sigh of relief washing over your stressed body. you felt at ease for a moment knowing adam was a short drive away.

-

“hello.” you said quietly through the phone, sniffling your tears away.

“i’m on my way home, do you want me to come over tonight or tomorrow?”

“now. please.” you reply as your lip quivered.

“is everything okay hun? i’m worried about you.” he asks.

“no, but i don’t wanna talk about it over the phone.” you respond.

“i’ll be there as soon as i can, i promise.” he replies confidently.

“okay.” you sigh lightly.

“an hour tops.” he adds.

“i’ll see you soon adam.”

“very soon my love,” he replies, hanging up the phone. you sat on your couch staring into space an anxious and crying mess, waiting for his familiar knocks on your front door. you’d eventually stopped crying, the light taps coming just less than an hour after he promised.

“he-“ he starts and is cut off by you latching onto him.

“hi y/n.” he finishes, wrapping his arms snuggly around you, dropping his head into the crook of your neck. soon enough your cries returned, this time tears of relief mixed with your overwhelming sea of emotions.

“what’s wrong baby? what’s going on in that little mind of yours?” he asks gently, pulling away, keeping his hands on your waist.

“it’s everything. not our relationship of course but literally everything else.” you preface.

“okay,” he replies, urging you to continue.

“adam, i am struggling right now. with everything. i can barely afford to pay a portion of my rent because i don’t get paid enough and i don’t work enough hours. my parents are all but paying the entire thing. i can’t afford to get gas and groceries, i have to pick one or the other and even still the budget is so slim. my math class is kicking my ass. everything is just so stressful. and when you were gone i was all alone and didn’t know what to do.” you sob to him before he pulled you in for another hug.

“how long has this been going on angel? how long have you been letting your struggles build up?” he asks.

“at least a month.” you reply.

“why didn’t you tell me?” he coos, pulling away from you slightly.

“i didn’t wanna burden you. i didn’t think it would end up digging me a hole like this. i feel so stuck. i can’t even raise any kind of savings.”

“baby, nothing you could ever do would burden me. i’m here to help you, i’m here to catch you if you fall, i’m here to love you. i love you so much. i don’t ever wanna see you this torn up over anything.” he says softly, taking your face into his hands sweetly.

“i know, im sorry.”

“no don’t apologize, you’re struggling. i’m always here for you my love, i’ll take care of everything okay?” he says, looking deeper into your eyes than ever before.

“what do you mean?” you reply.

“the rent, the gas, the groceries. everything y/n. i’ll take care of it, i’ll take care of you. i’ll do whatever it takes to help you get on your feet. i don’t wanna see my girl struggling.” he finishes, running a gentle thumb over your cheek bone.

“i promise ill make it up to you.” you reply.

“no, you don’t need to do that. i’m doing this because i want to and because i love you, okay? it will make me feel better knowing that you’re completely taken care of and comfortable.”

“i love you.” you smile, adam kissing away the last few tears on your cheeks before finally pressing his lips to yours. the feeling of warmth spreading through your whole body. you missed his kisses and the way they made you feel like floating, butterflies flying through your stomach.

“since you’re paying can you at least….. move in with me?” you ask hesitantly after pulling away.

“if that’s what you want.” he replies.

“more than anything.” you smile back.

“there’s that gorgeous smile. god, i missed you so much.” he states, picking you up. your legs wrapped around him quickly, a giggle exiting your mouth.

“you can never leave again.” you stated as he sat down on the edge of your bed, your hips plopping in his lap.

“you’re coming with me next time baby, i wanna show you italy. i wanna show you the whole world if i can.”

“sounds like a dream.” you reply as he kisses you sweetly, bringing you the comfort you’d been longing for, for over a month.

you knew your struggles were long from over, but you knew you were protected and that he would never let you sink.

he truly loved you and that is one thing you would never change. never in a million years.

[kaitsawamura]

-> somebody come get her (she's dancing like a stripper)

-> SUMMARY

You have bills to pay. That's the only thing on your mind when you go in for your shift at the strip club. The only thing on your mind until you see Daichi.

Daichi doesn't expect to find you, the girl of his dreams, at the strip club. In fact, he's 99% certain he shouldn't be here. But now he can't stop thinking of all the things he'd let you do to him.

Will your mutual attraction pay off for the both of you?

-> STATS

Pairing: Daichi Sawamura x Stripper!Reader (get that bread!)

Rating: M for Mature, MDNI

Warnings: My take on a corruption kink except Daichi's the one getting corrupted

Tags: Corruption, strangers to lovers, smut I tell you, filthy filthy smut with my husband, strip club au, oral (m receiving), p in v, creampie, a bit of choking (like a tiny bit), hair pulling, nasty nasty f*cking with my husband, sex in public (sorta, it's in a public restroom), a little dominant confident Reader (if I missed anything y'all can let me know in the DM's)

Word Count: 6.3K

Author's Note: I knew the moment I saw Mint's post . : HERE : . that I had to write something about it. They obligingly gave me the go ahead to be inspired so off I went a-writing. Obviously, this might be considered mild corruption by some but to me? This was like I went into a blackout and woke up not knowing what year it was. So, here you go, enjoy some nasty filthy smut with my love!

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“Rent’s due on Monday,” your roommate reminds you, concern masked with sympathy clear on her face. She’s not trying to be mean or overbearing but damn it, the stress of the situation makes you want to snark back. But you don’t.

“Do you have your half?” She nods. You nod back decisively. “I’m working tonight. Fridays are good days to work. It’s my first one without shadowing anyone. I’ll have the rest of my half in tips, don’t worry.” Her face brightens as she pours herself a glass of orange juice, sunlight streaming in the kitchen window of the tiny two-bedroom apartment you share with her.

“Thank god. The landlord’s being an ass again. We’ve been late one time. I have half a mind to give him a list of all the things wrong in this shithole instead of the check.” You roll your eyes conspiratorially but in reality, you don’t know if you’ll make your half in tips or not. Maybe your boss will give you an advance. You’ll talk to him tonight. He was surprisingly reasonable so the odds were at least in your favor.

Either way, you’ll get the money. You just hope you’ll be able to put the nervous energy thrumming through your veins to good use.

Daichi Sawamura should not have come here tonight. The guys in the office had convinced him, said there was a new pretty girl who was exactly his type. But this place was not the sort he was used to coming to. It wasn’t that this establishment was a bad one or that he had any problem with it; people had to make money how they could. Empowerment and autonomy and all that. It was more that he felt a little inadequate if he was being completely honest with himself. He wouldn’t know what to do with someone from here. He was used to good girls, the ones who had a routine and didn’t like anything too kinky. Which was also fine. But there were things he wanted to try, had a suspicion he would like that he just couldn’t ask of anyone he’d been with. He scrubbed a hand over his face, realizing the conversation he was having completely in his head was stressing him out.

“Dai, bro, just relax. She’s pretty. You better tip her good but you don’t have to talk to anyone but me and the bartender if you don’t want to. Just enjoy the show.” Kuroo smirks at his friend; it has been a long week. It’s not like he doesn’t deserve to wind down. Part of him just wishes he was doing it in the comfort of his home, with his favorite ramen from around the corner and a good movie. But who knows, maybe he’s getting complacent.

So he sits in the seat Kuroo has pulled out for him, a front-row spot directly in the middle of the runway. Right in front of the center pole. The seats are comfortable and he’s got a whiskey neat in his hands. He can feel a little of the stress release from the muscles in his traps, can feel his jaw unclench just in the slightest as the first warm sip of whiskey flows down his throat.

This is fine, he reassures himself, pushing work from his brain. Kuroo takes a sip from his own drink, a fruity one that he insists is the most delicious ever but is just a little too sweet for Daichi. The place is in a lull right now, preparing for the next act. But soon there’s a growing murmur from the back. Someone whistles, and a few others catcall. Daichi bristles just a bit, but he can’t even see anything until you hit the steps and it’s then that Kuroo elbows him.

“That’s her,” he says, raising his voice so Daichi can hear over the now thrumming bass. He feels it in his toes, in his chest, in his head. But your steps, the bounce of your tits in a skimpy bright blue bikini top, he feels in his dick. It barely covers anything, just like the matching bottoms. Cute little bows keep them on your hips and your heels are a deep black. As you get closer, your walk slow and sensuous, he can see the peep toe and your fresh French manicure poking through. He tries to adjust his navy suit pants with little success. He’s in so much fucking trouble.

You strut up the steps, the blinking LED strips embedded into the floor blinking in rhythm with the bass and the rhythm of your hips. You put a little bit of extra attitude into the sway tonight, praying to any higher power that will listen that tonight will be a good one for tips, even though it’s your first show without any supporting performers. Part of you gets it; you’re new. The owner has to make sure you know how to use those doe eyes and amazing tits properly. The other part of you, the one that knows you’re hot and knows exactly what you’re doing, wanted to smirk a little when your boss had said you wouldn’t get a Friday on your own until you’d completed two weeks of bartending and shadowing.

Your hard work has paid off though, and when you take your place at the center of the runway, you know you have your audience hooked even before dancing. There’s one guy in particular, right below you. He got arguably the best seat in the house along with his friend. You’ve seen the friend before, all confidence, slicked-back black hair, and a steamy attractive smile. Your coworkers say he’s pretty regular and always tips well. Thank god. The one next to him though, you don’t know anything about him except for the fact that the five stages of something flow across his face as you make eye contact with him. The low lighting does nothing to hide the blush flushing from the open neck of his crisp white button up to his cheeks and over the bridge of his nose. He’s got a wad of cash already set casually on the bar top in front of him.

You smile, bright and unguarded, knowing. You’ll have the rest of Monday’s rent if he’s an indication of the rest of the customers that will be coming in tonight. He turns away, uncomfortable. Aw, how sweet. So unlike some of the slimy patrons you’re used to. Something you don’t like trips low in your belly. The biggest rule was no sex with any of the customers. It was in place for a reason and a majority of the time was a good one. You remind yourself of it as the song for your first dance starts playing over the speakers.

Buss it, buss it, buss it, buss it

Is you fuckin’? Two shots, fuck it

You take a deep breath, hands on the shiny silver pole, and wrap one leg around it. The metal is cold to the touch but something else has goosebumps crawling up your bare skin. When you spin, turning in the new guy’s direction, your suspicions are confirmed that the feeling is not the rest of the eyes on you but his. And his are suddenly, somehow, the only eyes you want to perform for. So you do.

Daichi can feel Kuroo snap to attention next to him; he can’t blame him. You’re stunning and you know it. You look like maybe you shouldn’t know how to do this so well, but none of that matters as all coherent thoughts leave Daichi’s head when you spin and drop, rolling your hips so your ass faces him. You turn and look at him as you rise slowly, a deliciously naughty smile still all over that pretty little mouth. He rushes to take a sip of his drink, drums his fingers on the bartop, runs them through his hair, anything to occupy his hands. Because he knows the only place they really should be is all over you. Oh, the things he would let you do to him. He’d do anything for you. He takes another gulp of whiskey, disappointed when he drains the heavy glass.

Oh, shit. Oh, shit. He knew you were making eye contact with him but when you get on all fours and crawl to him like some lethal jungle cat, the end of the song nearing, he knows he’s in for it. And he’s okay with that. Any doubts he had, about being here at least, have vanished completely. He doesn’t know what’s gotten into him but he leans forward to meet you where you are at the edge of the stage. The crowd is roaring around him, the cheers only growing louder at the chemistry shooting like electricity through the air between the two of you. They’re jealous cheers he thinks, although he’s sure as hell not looking away long enough to check anyone’s expressions to confirm.

“Got anything good for me, pretty boy?” Your voice is pitched low as you blink big eyes at him, a smirk playing on your lips. Because, goddammit, he is pretty. Prettier than any other patrons you’d ever catered to. You would not mind if he came to be one of your regulars, regardless of any funds that might be exchanged. You would not mind if he came regularly—in your cunt, on your ass, on your tongue… A girl could take her pick with a man like him. Thick dark hair, glittering brown eyes, full lips. A barrel chest and wide shoulders to boot. No sex with the customers, no sex with the customers, no sex with the customers…

You watch, heat pooling low in your belly, as he unbinds the cash you had noticed earlier. You can’t quite figure him out. Because he’s making eye contact with you as he spreads the folded bills, licks his thumb, and pulls out two crisp Benjamins but there is a nervous tremor in his large hands as he passes the bills to you. Your eyes widen, the act dropping momentarily before you catch yourself and push out your bottom lip in a pout.

“Hm, a girl should get a little more than that for such a good performance, don’t you think?” You are completely used to this, the schpeel. You’ve done it thousands of times at the last place you worked and hundreds more at this club. It’s part of the persona within these walls. Mystery man is apparently not used to acting this way. You can see the war within him as you take the bills and he leans back, trying to be casual but every line of him is taught like a rubber band about to break.

“You here all night?” Don’t give anyone your schedule. If they like you enough, they’ll figure it out on their own by being a regular paying customer. You nod, liking this new game. Toeing around something you would normally consider dangerous, if only for all the variables far out of your control. But that makes it all the more fun, especially when he clicks his tongue behind his teeth and replies “Good, then so am I. I have more where that came from. Do you?”

Kuroo is watching the interaction with a gaping mouth. Daichi doesn’t have a clue where this new side of him is coming from. Except. Except he does. And it feels damn good. Despite being sure it is glaringly obvious that he is leaping so far out of his comfort zone, you seem to be very receptive. He shouldn’t be entertaining the idea of staying all night. He could use some sleep. But he could also use that mouth around his cock. You probably have rules, rules that should be followed, for your safety. Daichi knows he’s safe, but you don’t. He most definitely should not ask for your number or give you his or ask what time you’re off. You shouldn’t answer him.

But you do, nodding earnestly when he asks if you’ll be here all night. He has no choice. There’s something about you that he can’t shake off. The extra cash is of no consequence to him, and maybe, just maybe… No, he won’t let that thought go further. He won’t imagine how you’d look on your knees, or bouncing on his cock. He won’t imagine you writhing beneath him or securing him to his headboard with those cuffs he’d bought but never gotten to use. He won’t imagine you breathily calling him pretty boy again even though, fuck, he wishes you would so, so bad.

“What’s your name,” you ask before you can stop yourself, before you rise to your feet. The rules here are good ones, meant to keep both the patrons and performers safe.  You’d worked at other establishments before that didn’t care so much about safety so much as they cared about money.  Your radar has never been off in the past and maybe that shouldn’t be enough for you but everything about Mystery Man makes you want to break every rule ever set before you.  There’s something about him that makes you want to risk it all.  You want to hear him whimper and you’d place bets that you could get him to do it in record time.  Even now, his breathing is shallow and he seems unable to answer you.  His friend leans over, elbowing him into action.

“His name’s Daichi.  And mine’s Kuroo.  Ya know, in case you wanted to know.”  His smile is genuine, not creepy at all.  You return the grin as you stand before turning back to Daichi.  He straightens a little, snapped back to reality by his friend.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you say to Kuroo.  He is attractive, just not who you have your eyes set on.  But it’s good information to pass along to your coworkers.  Judging by his tailored suit that fits just as good as Daichi’s, you’d wager his job pays like his friend’s.  The music swells again, the DJ cueing to your next song.  “Kuroo, make sure your friend doesn’t go anywhere.  Tonight’s for him.”  Kuroo scoffs in friendly disbelief at Daichi’s luck.

“I’m hauling you to the club more often,” he says to Daichi, who flashes a quick small smile.  Oh god, that smile could bring anyone you know to their knees.  It could certainly do it to you.  That smile alone could get you to do anything Daichi would ask.  You point at Kuroo as you take your place at the center pole again.

“I’m holding you to that, Kuroo.”  You brace your hands one over the other on the pole, and shake your ass for all it’s worth.

Body crazy, curvy, wavy, big titties, little waist.

Daichi’s going to have a stroke, he just knows it.  He can feel the veins in his forehead and neck bulging.  The blood has flowed elsewhere too.  His cock is so hard it feels painful.  There are several different ways he could get relief, most of which he should not be considering seeking in a public area.  But it’s unbearable and there’s no way he’s going to let himself come in front of all these other people.  He waits for the end of your current number and then he’s standing so fast his chair screeches out behind him; a couple of people look his way but for the most part, you’ve got everyone’s attention.  Kuroo glances sideways at his friend; he doesn’t say anything, just smirks as Daichi tosses another hundred on the bar top, telling Kuroo to give it to you before rushing to the bathroom.

He makes his way down the hall and notices there are several doors marked RESTROOM in bold capital letters.  Thank god there are single-person stalls.  He stumbles into one, shutting the door and locking it with shaking hands.  The music is still audible, even here; it seems to have dropped to a low steady hum.  Intermission.  Perfect.  Daichi turns to the sink and splashes cold water on his face, one last attempt to snap himself out of this fucking trance.  Because that’s what this has to be.  He’s getting all hot and bothered over someone who he doesn’t even know.  And god, he wants to think that you like him but he knows he’s tipping good and he’s not one of those creeps that can’t recognize it’s your fucking job.

The image in the mirror is one that almost shocks him; his eyes are glazed, and his hair’s a mess.  Just once, he just needs to come once and then he can stay here until the end of the night like he said he would.  He’ll tip you like a good customer would.  Then he’ll leave and he’ll never come back.  Because this?  This is Daichi out of control and he’s not sure that’s a good thing.  Maybe he should go back to making love to nice girls in his king-sized bed.  Yes, that’s what he’ll do.  He’ll leave here and he won’t come back and he’ll never think of you again.

Daichi unbuckles his belt, the metal of the buckle clanking as he yanks his zipper down.  He lets out a pained breath, his cock straining against his underwear.  He slips his hand into the elastic band, taking it into his hand and bringing it out into the air.  He backs up to the wall, the cool air offering little comfort for the engorged head, and closes his fist around himself.  A breath comes fast and heavy out of his mouth as he starts jacking himself off slowly, trying to make the moment last.

You watch as Daichi stands abruptly, so quickly and sharply that he almost topples his chair over.  You watch as he tosses another bill on the bar top, leaning in to say something to Kuroo.  You watch as he throws one last glance your way before beelining to the bathrooms.  Idiot.  Absolute idiot is what you are because you’re making your way off the runway, ignoring the audience as a low boo goes through the crowd.  Your boss catches your eye from the end of the bar and waves you over.

“What the hell is going on?”  It’s not said unkindly but more with an air of annoyance.  This is your first Friday night on your own and you might be blowing it.  But you don’t care.  You put on a fake wince and point at your head, trying to look as contrite and imploring as possible.

“I’m so sorry, I know it’s my first Friday and I’m so grateful.  But I’ve really gotta pee and I’ve got this horrible headache starting.  Can I take ten?  Just ten minutes, enough time for an ibuprofen to set in while I go to the bathroom, and then I’ll be back out.  Please.”  You put those big eyes back to use, blinking slow and tilting your head slightly like you’re trying to relieve the pain of your fake headache.  Your boss squints his eyes but doesn’t protest as he pulls a bottle of Advil from behind the bar.  He hands you a couple with a glass of water.

“Ten minutes.  Go to the bathroom.  Take a breather.  Then get your ass back out there.  I’ve seen the business you’re encouraging after two sets.  You’ll be back up there as one of my main performers if you keep up the good work.”  You smile as you throw the pills back with the water and hurry in the direction of the restroom, pulling on one of the extra robes from the bar.  Now to find Daichi.

A couple is making out in the hallway; you brush past them and knock quietly on the first door.  A voice answers quickly that the stall is occupied but it’s not Daichi’s voice.  You knock on two more doors before getting to the last one.  You suppose he could have gone into the multi-stall restroom but you’d seen the look on his face when he’d stood and you’d bet all the cash he’d given you so far that he wasn’t coming back here to take a piss.  You rap your knuckles on the last single-person stall.  You’re rewarded with his voice coming from the other side.

“There’s someone-ha-there’s someone in here!”  He can barely get the words out; you know what’s going on in that stall and you want to help.  You rub your thighs together, realizing you’re already getting wet.

“Daichi, it’s me.”  This is stupid.  Maybe he doesn’t even like you that much.  Maybe you’re just some stripper at a strip club.  There’s a heavy silence now, almost solid enough that you could cut it with a knife.  Another pause and you’re getting ready to leave, cursing your confidence for all that it’s getting you, but then you hear the click of the door unlocking.  He opens it but only just so.  Still, it’s an invitation and one you are eager to accept.  You open the door just wide enough to slip through to shield yourself from any potential wandering eyes in the hall.  The scene inside the stall nearly wrecks you.

Daichi has backed up against the wall, as far away from you as humanly possible.  It’s so obvious that he’s been jacking himself off. His hair is messy, his eyes wild like he was already on the brink. He’s desperately trying to cover his cock with his hands and even though they’re large, they can’t cover it completely. You meet his gaze, which he tries to avoid, his eyes fluttering left then right with shame, before finally settling on you. Something trips across your skin.

“Babe, let me help you with that,” you whisper as you direct your line of sight to his cock. It twitches as you move closer, slowly, as if you’re approaching a cornered animal. Daichi groans a little when you reach him, one hand steadying on his shoulder and the other reaching up to touch his face.

“This is—this is not what it looks like, I swear. I promise I’m not some creep, I just—” You put a single finger softly to his lips, making sure he’s got his eyes on you. They widen just a bit. In the brighter light of the bathroom, you can see how rich the color of his irises are, golden brown like sunlight streaming through an autumn wood, or espresso, or something corny like that. Fuck the rules.

“Daichi, can I kiss you?” The question is out of your mouth before you can stop yourself. His mouth drops open but his eyes rove from yours down to your lips, then your covered chest, and back up. Finally, he nods so you guide his face down to yours and kiss him. His lips are soft and warm and pliable. He makes a little sound in the back of his throat, so unlike the image he’d put out walking in this place with his fine, tailored suit and stack of cash. Your hand slips from his shoulder and moves down the ridge of his pectoral, then lower still to the hard planes of his stomach. You trail your fingers over the now wrinkled fabric, close to his undone belt and open pants. His cock jumps against your abdomen past his hands and he gasps. “Is this okay?” You ask the question, certain that Daichi just needs the chance to give in. He nods again so you smooth your hand lower until it wraps around his cock.

Daichi’s head thunks against the wall of the bathroom as another sharp breath explodes from his open mouth. “Oh, fuck,” he growls quietly. You move your hand experimentally, softly, swiping your thumb across the head, gathering the bit of precome at the tip and smearing it about. You can’t decide what you want to look at more: the red bleeding over Daichi’s skin from the neck up, his heaving chest, or how his cock looks in your hands. He’s so… responsive. Each turn of your wrist has him shuddering beneath you. More. You need more. You want to see him beg. And part of you also realizes that he needs this too. You drop to your knees and his eyes snap back open as he watches you. “What’re you doing?”

“Only what you want me to do, Daichi. Unless you don’t want me to?” You don’t even finish your sentence before he’s shaking his head. He wraps his hand around yours, enveloping it, and moves it once, twice, over himself. A thought occurs to you, one you���re denying even as you ask him “Daichi, have you ever come down anyone’s throat?” The answer is obvious but you still feel incredulous as he tells you no. The veins in his hands are bulging and he’s still, like the calm before the storm. You lean in, maintaining eye contact, as you blow a breath over his cock. “Do you want to?”

It’s like you flipped a switch. Daichi, slowly now so you have time to pull away if you want to, curls his fingers in your hair, stroking them along your scalp. “Yes, please.” He whispers it, certain this is a dream. This has to be a fucking dream. He’s had a blow job before but never has he ever asked to come in someone’s mouth. He’s a clean guy but he’s not clueless; he just assumed most people thought it was gross and never had a problem with the fact that no one wanted to do that. At least not anyone he had been with. But, oh, he’d thought about it, lots of times. Most of those times in one night.

His pupils are blown wide as you lick your lips and take just the tip, swirling your tongue over the head. His skin is smooth, molten hot. The way your eyes never leave his is something else entirely and when you hollow out your cheeks and relax your throat to take all of him, he thinks he might die. He’s trying to maintain some semblance of control but it is already dwindling to nothing. There’s a coil building in his abdomen. Not yet he thinks viciously. Not yet. You take a few more pulls before releasing him with a pop. Frantic, he feels frantic. Maybe you decided you didn’t want to do this and he’d have to be okay with that, he couldn’t blame you but god damn—

“Daichi, eyes on me.” The man’s Adam’s apple bobs as he locks in on you again. “Let go, babe. Show me how you want it. Pull my hair. Set the pace. And when you’re gonna come, you come down my throat. Nowhere else, you got it? I’ve got five more minutes. Think we can get you there, pretty boy?” He nearly blacks out when you say those words he needed to hear again. Oh, yes, yes he’s sure you can. His eyes search yours once more before fisting his hand in your hair, tightening experimentally. You smile around his cock, deep-throating him once more, but waiting expectantly. He’s not going to come back from this. You’ve ruined anyone else for him. And he’s accepted his fate.

The moment he lets go, the moment he breaks down whatever wall is holding him in place, you can sense it. You place your hands on his thighs as he pulls you nearly all the way off before shoving you back down. Your eyes water just a bit but you feel the slick gather between your thighs. Yes, the girl inside of you that wants to see him to the end hisses. He sets the pace, a strong and quick one, but somehow still gentle. If you said you needed to stop now, you somehow know he’d do so immediately. He twists a little more, angling your head just how he wants it. You set your teeth down ever so lightly just to see….

Daichi whimpers and gasps, the sound nearly a sob on his lips. You swirl your tongue again and suck. “Ha—shit. Just. Just like that,” he grits out as he grips tighter. It hurts a little, your hair and your knees, but the pain swirls with the pleasure in a delicious slide of skin against skin. Your nails dig into his thighs again before he takes one of your hands and closes it around the base of his cock. You grip, working your wrist along with your mouth. He bucks against you, a jerky movement. “I’m close, fuckfuckfuck I’m close. I’m gonna come.” His voice lies somewhere between a bark and a whine. He can’t decide if he wants you closer, or farther, to stop or keep going. His brain is short-circuiting. He tries to pull back just a little bit, but you won’t let him in the best way possible.

You quirk your wrist and tilt your head in just a certain way… Daichi cries out, long and broken, as he curls in over you, his orgasm washing over him in waves so intense his vision goes black. His entire body shudders with his release, his form towering over you as he spurts ropes of come all the way down your throat. You milk him for all he’s worth. Not a single drop is getting away from you, no way in hell. Next time, you want him to come in your pussy. Next time? God, you want there to be a next time. He’s still leaning over you when his breathing slows and steadies; his hands are bracing themselves on your back rubbing soothing circles there with his thumbs. He helps you to your legs and steadies you for a moment.

The silence stretches on as you look at each other, both a little shocked at what just conspired. Daichi slowly puts himself back into his pants and you help him buckle his belt. You’re both on the verge of saying something either extremely brave or extremely stupid with each moment that passes. You’re about to make the first move again when he reaches up and takes your jaw in his hand, running a thumb along the corner of your mouth to gently push the last of his spend into your mouth. You lean into the touch and welcome his finger, sucking it clean just like his dick. He thinks he might be in love with you.

A breathless giggle comes out of you as you back away just a fraction, trying to give yourself space from the startling sensation fluttering in your stomach like butterflies. Your boss is gonna kick your ass if you don’t get back out on the floor. “I would invite you to my place to continue this after I’m off but it’s a little crowded and the walls are thin,” you say, hoping against hope that he wants more just as much as you do. There’s no room for doubt when he leans in and kisses you, deep and slow, tasting himself in your mouth.

“That’s no problem, princess. If you’re still feeling this when you’re off, I’ve got a penthouse all to myself.” Oh, there it is—the swagger you expected him to have. Your eyes glitter as you smooth out your hair, knowing it still looks good enough to perform. If anything, the smell of sex and the appearance of your swollen lips will get you better money, as long as your boss doesn’t catch on. You don’t think he will. “I’ll find you at the end of the night.” You nod, suddenly the bashful one.

Somehow, everything that just transpired did so all in your ten-minute break. In fact, you have one minute to spare as you strut back to the runway, giving your boss a wink and blowing a kiss to the stupefied audience.

“Harder, Daichi, harder.” You can barely get the words out as he thrusts inside of your aching cunt. Your face is pushed into the pillows on Daichi’s king-sized bed, your ass in the air. The sound of skin slapping on skin in the quiet of his room is pornographic but you can’t waste any thoughts on being even remotely embarrassed. Tears stream down your face as he continually hits that spot inside of you that you’ve only been able to hit with a dildo and even then it never came close to this. Daichi’s a machine, the way he keeps going. After you sucked him off and he came so quickly earlier in the night, he was determined to make this one last longer. One of his hands is gripping tightly into the plush of where your hip meets your ass cheek, the other is splayed over your back, even now caressing the skin, alighting it with goosebumps. “Oh, fuuuuuck,” you whine as that same hand snakes around to your neck to pull you up.

His fingers and palm ghost over the skin as he thrusts up into you and it’s all you can do to hold to his thighs for dear life, your nails digging in so hard you’ll know they’ll leave a mark. “Are you close, princess?” He whispers it labored into your ear, his breath hot, his mouth even hotter as he leans in to nip at your pulse point from behind. You nod frantically, almost unable to answer. “Can I come inside, baby? Will you let me? Will you let me be a good boy for you?” His hand moves from your throat to your clit, stroking one slow circle over the oversensitive nub. Thank god for birth control.

“Yes, Daichi, yes, come in my pussy. Oh, god, yes be a good boy for me.” You squeal as he thrusts hard, once, twice, swiping his fingers over your clit again in a more concentrated pattern and you feel your first orgasm of the night sweep over you as Daichi finds his own release with a mangled, animalistic groan.  You think he’s done, especially when he pulls out leaving you feeling way too empty.  But you’re wrong, so, so wrong.  He proceeds to flip you over and push back in, a ring of white forming around where he’s begun thrusting inside of you again.  

“I thought about this all fucking night.”  He surges up over you, grabbing your wrists and pulling them above you.  “I thought about that pretty little cunt around my cock.  I thought about how pretty you’d look laying in my bed.”  One thrust, slow and teasing.  You roll your hips up to meet him, even though your thighs are weak and shaking.  “I’ve never–I’ve never fucked anyone like this before, it’s,” he leans in to suck on your pulse again, runs his tongue over the salty skin there, “magical.”  You whimper beneath him when you feel the familiar coil tightening once more in your belly.  

“Do you think I can make you come again, Daichi?  Can you come for me one more time?”  He groans, sealing his lips over yours as he releases your hands so that can pull him closer into you.  You scrape your nails from the nape of his neck into his hair, and grip, breathless, as his rhythm becomes choppy again.  God, you don’t know how he’s still going.  The two of you are so frenzied, the blood in your veins hotter than a blue flame.  “Look at me when you come, baby, look at me,” you whisper, bringing your hands to his cheeks.  His eyes are glazed, his face strained but still beautiful.  “I’m going to touch myself now, okay?”  His mouth pops open again as he nods, before watching as you wrap one arm around his shoulder and bring your other hand to your clit.  You swipe around his cock, collecting some of the mess you’ve both made there.  You know how to pleasure yourself and with Daichi’s expert stroke, it doesn’t take long before it snaps over you, the walls of your pussy squeezing around him forcing spend from him one more time.  It’s not as explosive as the first time but still enough that you can feel the wet leaking out onto his sheets.  “So good for me, Daichi, look how good you are for me,” you chant as you wring the last of the pleasure from each other.

When it’s over, he stills, pulling out of you and collapsing onto the bed beside you.  There’s a sheen of sweat covering you both.  The cool early morning air coming in Daichi’s open window creates the perfect juxtaposition of sensations.  He reaches over to trace patterns into your palm.  “Can I hold you?”  The question is so sweet, it makes you huff out a laugh.  The man just blew your back out and he asks if he can hold you.  But you are more than willing to oblige him so you roll into his open arm and lay your head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart.  You wait a moment before looking up at him, relishing the feeling of his fingers now tracing patterns into your arm and shoulder.

“Didn’t you mention something about handcuffs earlier?”  He looks down at you jerkily, a sheepish grin on his face.  You smile mischievously.  You’re going to ruin him.  He’s going to let you.  And he’s going to love it.

“Let me make you breakfast first, yeah?”  You nod and breathe in the smell of him, all sex and musk and expensive cologne.  Neither one of you knows where this is going to go but right now, it doesn’t matter.  You yawn and snuggle closer.

“Just so you know,” you intone sleepily, “I like French toast.”  He laughs softly, his own body relaxing into a lazy slumber.

“Hm, French toast?  I pinned you as a pancake kinda girl.  Good thing I also like French toast and always keep the supplies in to make it.”  His breathing is slow and shallow, matching the rhythm of yours.  The sun peeks over the cityscape around you as the two of you go under, cradled in each other’s arms.

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Broke

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: ~8.8k

Summary: Your first introduction to the serious drawbacks of a relationship with Wanda.

A/N: This three-anon-requests in one drabble turned into a long one. ENJOY

Warnings: angst, comfort, violence and confessions

You frown as you continue to stare at your computer screen like you have been for the last five minutes. You don’t want to do this at all, but you don’t have much of a choice. You have to pay for rent and groceries, and your car needs to be fixed soon… You sigh in defeat as you click the accept button and commit to being even more in debt to the government. The thought makes your skin crawl, but you have no choice unless you want to lose your apartment and not eat for the next few months.

You’d initially tried to take out as few loans as possible because you hated the idea of being in debt. However, given your limited scholarship money and the fact that you were supporting yourself with a part time job and no help from family, you couldn’t help but borrow some. You’d underestimated how expensive this semester would be; however, and given it was your first of vet school you figured it would only get more expensive as time went on. You tried not to stress about this now, but as you borrowed another $10,000 for the rest of the year, you close your computer and bang your head on the table.

“Ow.”

Your shift at the vet clinic starts soon and you look back to your textbooks with a frown. You’re not sure how you’re going to keep this up. Vet school is a lot more than you thought it would be. It’s not just hard, but there’s just so much new information covered every day and the turnaround time for exams is extraordinarily short. You are still suffering whiplash from your first anatomy practical that you failed because it just hadn’t been what you expected. You briefly wonder how long you’ll be able to keep working this semester as you arrive to the parking lot to head to work.

“Hey there.”

You look up in surprise when you hear Wanda’s voice. You hadn’t expected her to be here and it clearly shows because the brunette laughs slightly. She’s waiting in her car for something, maybe you, and your car’s not anywhere in sight. You look around briefly in confusion before walking toward your girlfriend with a smile.

“Hey Wands. What are you doing here?”

You mostly are asking why Wanda’s not at work. She’s rarely free during the days, and she’d told you when you saw her the other night that she probably wouldn’t be able to stop by until the weekend. It was only Thursday. She adjusts her sunglasses slightly as she shrugs and mentions that she’s here to drive you to work. You are only a little surprised by this, but you start to walk around the car to the passenger side to get in. You’re going to be late if you don’t leave now.

“That’s sweet of you, but I could have driven myself. Not that I’m unhappy to see you.”

Wanda smiles as you get into the car, and she quickly leans over to kiss you. You two have been dating for almost 8 months, and Wanda can’t help but hope that the thrill of seeing you will never wear off. She’s had a change of plans today and there was barely any work to do, so she figured she’d try to enjoy her day as much as possible. Even if it meant only taking you to work now and maybe hanging out later, she was glad for a chance to see you. She realizes she needs to take you to work soon or you’ll be late, and she knows all too well how much you hate being late. With this in mind, she pulls away from you with a sigh and shakes her head as soon as she registers what you’d said.

“Actually, detka you couldn’t. I borrowed your car.”

You’re trying to focus on breathing so you miss what she says initially as you look outside the window to see that you’ve started moving. It’s not until you’re almost out of the parking lot that you turn to Wanda in confusion.

“Wait, what? You borrowed it?”

Wanda just nods as she reaches out for your hand and squeezes it with a smile. She hopes you won’t get mad at her for what she did, but it occurred to her the last time you’d gone out that you weren’t driving your car. She’d asked about it and you’d dodged the question before finally admitting that there was something wrong with it. You hadn’t gone into detail, but it was enough for Wanda to realize that it needed addressing. So she’d taken the liberty of having someone she trusted look at it and fix it up. They’d only just taken it and hopefully it would be done by the time that you got off from work.

“I have someone looking at it, so they can get it fixed up for you.”

You can’t help but melt at Wanda’s almost nonchalant statement about helping you out. You know that Wanda has money, and you’d been tempted multiple times to ask for some, but you didn’t want to take advantage. That said, having Wanda surprise you like this makes you feel like you’re the luckiest person in the world.

“Wands, you didn’t have to do that, but thank you.”

You kiss Wanda’s hand as you feel a weight lift from your shoulders at the news that your car is going to be fixed. That’s at least a few hundred dollars you won’t have to spend, and if Wanda weren’t driving almost 40 mph, you’d kiss her right now. You consider kissing her cheek, but you’re afraid you’ll still surprise her and cause her to swerve. This road is far too narrow for that, and you're not in the mood for a swim right now.

Your girlfriend might be absent often and unpredictably, but she cares about you and takes really good care of you. She did subtle things here and there to let you know that she cared. Checking to see if you ate, or making sure you’ve taken study breaks, and that you slept your full 8 hours are all things she's gotten in the habit of doing. You wonder how living with her would be, and you’re still thinking about this when Wanda drops you off at work a little bit later. You’re right on time and you do lean over and kiss her cheek before hopping out of the car.

“Thank you for the ride, Wands. Will I see you later?”

Wanda smiles as she tells you that she’ll be back to pick you up after your shift. You smile widely at this and lean back into the car to kiss her quickly before you near run inside. You’re sure that your shift will fly by now that you know you’ll be seeing Wanda later too. You walk into the clinic with a smile despite knowing how hectic it’s going to be today. It doesn’t matter. Nothing can bring down your mood now.

Halfway through your shift you get scratched by a cat during a nail trim, and you think you freak out your coworkers. When it happens you barely notice, and you’re still smiling as you put the cat, Jonesy back into his carrier. You clean up your arm and resume your day as if nothing happened.

Wanda texts you around 5 to let you know that your car is fixed and you send her almost 7 virtual hugs and kisses. She’s your favorite person today and maybe ever, and by the time Wanda comes to pick you up you’re nearly vibrating in excitement.

“Thank you, thank you! You’re the best!”

Wanda laughs as you near tackle her as you get into the car. You’re hugging her so tightly that you’re sure it’s near painful, and you force yourself to let up as you sit back in your seat and get buckled.

“Of course, Y/n. I was happy to help.”

You remind yourself not to cry again as you immediately grab her hand as she pulls out of the lot and onto the road. You wonder where you’re going now, but you figure you’ll wait until you ask about Wanda’s day.

“What was wrong with it?”

Wanda frowns slightly as she thinks about what she’d been told this afternoon. Apparently, your car was in pretty rough shape, but it wasn’t too unexpected considering how old it was. She’d almost considered buying you a new one when she heard what was wrong, but she’d been assured that it could be fixed. She also figured she needed to check with you before she did something like that. Not only was it a big gesture, but she wasn’t sure if you had any sort of sentimentality toward your car that would result in you being upset if she had it hauled to the junkyard.

“The alternator and transmission needed to be replaced.”

You cringe at this news and at how you would have handled it if you’d been financially responsible for it. That’s thousands of dollars and you definitely didn’t have the budget for that. If it hadn’t been for Wanda, you’re sure you would have gone home without a car. You’d have had to buy a bus pass or a new bicycle to get to class and work.

“Oh shit. That’s major.”

Wanda nods at this as she considers the fact that you’d been driving this car for who knows how long while it’s been acting up. You’d only told her that it ‘rides rough occasionally’ or is ‘slow to start’, and she hadn’t realized what this meant. She had been unaware of what was wrong and therefore oblivious to how dangerous it had been for you to drive this multiple times a week for work. She hates to think that you could have been hurt because you hadn’t been able to get your car fixed.

“It was. I’m glad nothing seriously failed while you were driving it, detka. That wouldn’t have been good.”

You nod at this because it had occurred to you that you shouldn’t drive the car until it was fixed. An unreliable car wasn’t just dangerous, but very stressful for you to drive. You’re eternally grateful to your girlfriend for having it fixed.

“I’m definitely lucky. For multiple reasons. Thank you again, I promise I’ll pay you back.”

Wanda’s already shaking her head before you're even finished speaking. Despite money being plentiful and never having any worries about having enough to live off of, Wanda isn’t frivolous with it. She spends a lot of money, but she tries to keep the larger expenses limited to essential things. She doesn’t mind spending money on you, particularly when its something like this; something you need, and she won’t hesitate to do so. She knows that you’re always worried about money. You’re a student in debt and your family isn’t alive to help support you. You’re doing it on your own with loans from the government and she hates how stressed that makes you.

If she can use her money to help alleviate this stress, and make sure you’re driving a safe car, she’ll do it. She would never hold your lack of money against you, and she doesn’t want you to feel indebted to her in anyway. She won’t accept your money and she wants you to know this.

“Don’t worry about it, Y/n. I’m happy to do this for you, okay?”

You just nod with a dopey smile because honestly Wanda taking care of you like this is something you could get used to. You’re afraid you’ll get used to it if and when it continues, and you sigh as Wanda gets on the interstate.

“So how was your day, Wands?”

As Wanda tells you about her surprisingly normal day, you think about how you can possibly repay Wanda for what she did today. Despite her insisting that you don’t have to pay her back, you still want to do something nice for her. Maybe you can take her out.

“What’s on your mind, Y/n?”

You and Wanda had arrived to your apartment a couple of hours ago. After a quick dinner, you’d started studying on the couch with Wanda by your side. She was free all night and as much as you loved this, you hated that you had to study tonight. She luckily didn’t hold it against you, and she seemed content to just lie beside you and watch as you worked harder than most people she knows. You skip between anatomy, physiology, and a disease course in the span of two hours. You cover a lot of ground and she almost falls asleep with her head against your leg when you sigh heavily.

She looks up at you with a curious frown as she sees that you seem distracted. You just shake your head in response to her question as you look to the clock. It’s nearly 10pm.

“I’m just tired, and I hate that I’m spending my time with you studying.”

Wanda sits up as she shakes her head with a small smile. She doesn’t want you to feel guilty for having to study. You’re going to be working hard for the next 4 years, and Wanda only hopes that she’ll be by your side through it to support you.

“I just want to be with you. It doesn’t matter to me what we’re doing.”

You can’t help but smile at this as you set your study materials aside and shoot Wanda a look. You are done for the night, and you want to do something fun now. Whatever Wanda wants honestly. You’ll just go along for the ride.

“Are you sure about that, Wands? There’s nothing else you’d rather be doing?”

Wanda rolls her eyes and fights a blush at your tone and the teasing smile on your lips. She leans in to kiss it away before she slides closer to you now that your lap is clear. You reach out for your girlfriend and pull her on top of you with a laugh. You kiss her again before she sighs in faux annoyance at your constantly dirty mind.

“You know what I mean, detka. I just like to spend time with you.”

You wrap your arms around Wanda’s waist and hold her close with another sigh. You’re tired but you wouldn’t mind going out tonight. You hadn’t seen Wanda for a while before today and you would love the chance to get out of your apartment. You were getting sick of these walls.

“Would you want to go out?”

Wanda blames her desire to make you happy for her decision to go out to a club with you. It’s almost 11 by the time they arrive and given that it’s dark and loud she feels almost incognito. This is more important to Wanda than you, but you do your best to keep her mostly behind you until you’re among the masses.

“Do you want to get a drink?”

Wanda nods as she follows you to the bar where she has a feeling you’ll be ordering a mocktail. You didn’t like to get drunk at all, but you especially didn’t drink on weekdays. Wanda smiles as you look to her to confirm her order. She usually likes something stronger, and she accepts her bourbon with a smile a minute later.

You two find a table and you sit across from each other despite your desire to hold her close. You sigh happily as you glance around at the other patrons who are dancing, drinking and mulling around with their friends. You’ll consider dancing later, but for now you want to just sit here with Wanda.

“I hope you know how much I appreciate you, Wanda.”

Wanda just smiles at you in admiration before she considers all of the reasons why she appreciates you. You’re smart, you’re dedicated, and you challenge her in ways that she’s not used to. You give her an opportunity to escape her long held role of mobster and become a typical woman in her mid-twenties. She was able to relax with you, laugh, and try new things that mostly went well. She now knows for certain that she hates camping and this is something that she’ll only ever try again with you.

“I hope you know I more than appreciate you too.”

She shoots you a cheeky smile despite the sincerity of her words and you can’t help but roll your eyes. You reach out for her free hand and play with the rings on her fingers before frowning slightly in thought. You’re not sure how to communicate this without sounding ridiculously sappy, but you figure honesty is the most important thing. You just hope Wanda won’t think poorly of you for it, but if history is any indicator, you don’t expect her to do anything other than flush prettily and return a similar sentiment.

“I mean more than just what you did for me today. That meant more than I can possibly say, but I mean the constant support and positive reinforcement.”

You smile when Wanda hides a laugh behind her glass as she looks at you like you’re the only one in the room. In this entire club. You’re the only one she truly cares to take notice of. You drink your mocktail and slide your chair closer to the table so you can be closer to Wanda. It’s not too noisy in here, but you also don’t want to shout what you say next.

“I feel safe with you, Wanda Maximoff.”

Wanda takes your hand and kisses it before she downs the rest of her drink. She doesn’t know how to tell you that you’ve come to mean the world to her. She enjoys a break from her work, sure, but being with you means more than that. She’s found someone who can weather her unpredictability and see past her high-strung nature and understand the anxiety that sometimes overwhelmed her. She wishes she could tell you more about what she does, but she’s afraid of putting you at risk. She’s only slightly less worried about you being scared off, regardless of it still being a possibility. Despite knowing that she’s not on the legal side of things, she can’t be sure that you’d accept that she embodies the illegal side.

Wanda only says a fraction of what she really feels, but she figures it’s enough for now when you smile brightly at her before dragging her toward the dance floor.

“I love that I can be myself with you. There aren’t many people I can say that about.”

Wanda tries to forget her paranoia and just enjoy her time with you as you lead her on the dance floor. You’re trying to get her to relax, but you can tell it’s going to take a little work to get her to this point. You are more than up for the challenge and you pull her closer to you as the music changes to a song that you haven’t heard in years.

“You know the last time I heard this song I was at prom.”

You remember that night not very fondly because you hadn’t really wanted to go. You were only out to a few of your friends so you didn’t feel comfortable skipping prom when you were asked in a very public way. You remember the dread, the horror, you’d felt and you doubt you hid it very well. Nevertheless, you’d gone to prom with him and he turned out to be a nice guy that you spent most of the time talking to about Disney movies and his job in a hardware store. You weren’t compatible, and you’d actually told him the next day that you weren’t interested in him.

You’re pulled from your thoughts by Wanda bringing her hands to your face. You turn toward her and see her questioning look.

“You went to prom? I hope you had more fun than I did.”

This immediately piques your interest because Wanda’s told you very little about her personal life beyond the superficial. She’s mentioned that she has a brother, but that her parents are dead and she has a lot of close friends who are like family to her. She’d mentioned things here and there about her childhood, but nothing very revealing. You didn’t mind but sometimes you wondered why Wanda was still holding back.

You hold her close and sway a little but mostly focus on telling her about your experience. It wasn’t horrible, but you certainly didn’t enjoy it. You never felt comfortable, and you are far more comfortable here with Wanda than you think you’ve been in a long time. You lean in and sigh as Wanda holds you tightly and laughs at your question.

“What about you? Did you enjoy yours?”

Wanda sighs as she thinks back to the somewhat anticlimactic day. She’d only been dreaming about the traditional prom experience since she’d learned it was a thing. She had imagined the type of dress she’d wear and how she’d do her hair. She wondered about her date and her first dance with them. She’d imagined the whole night vividly, and by the time it rolled around she wasn’t prepared at all.

“It was pretty tame. I ended up spending most of the night as a third wheel because my date wanted to hang out with his friends.”

You roll your eyes at the predictable stupidity of a high school aged boy before you kiss your girlfriend’s cheek. She turns to meet your lips for a kiss before your expression turns serious.

“What a dumbass. I would have loved to spend your prom with you. The highlight of mine was walking in and getting to leave.”

As the music changes, you and Wanda are joined by more people on the dance floor and as the crowd grew, you felt Wanda grow tense again. You do your best to distract her, and you even get her another drink that you hold for her as she clings to your waist. You don’t mind as she finishes her drink slowly, and it’s after midnight before you feel her relax again. You kiss her temple before running your fingers through her hair.

“How are you feeling?”

You wait as Wanda smiles slightly before nodding in answer to your unasked question. She learned early on that she couldn’t hide much from you when it came to her feelings. She’d actually worried that she was just terribly transparent and panicked about it for a while before you’d told her that you were just really good at reading people. Mostly because you paid attention to body language. As an introvert you really just spend a lot of your time watching and listening to people, and over the years that’s turned into a very important skill.

You hadn’t truly realized how much this skill would pay off until you started dating Wanda. She was secretive, to an extreme and it usually would have turned you off and made you suspicious of her. You didn’t like secrets, and although you somewhat vaguely understood why they were necessary in this case, you didn’t know how long you could live in the dark about it all. You ignore these thoughts for now as you watch Wanda wrestle with her decision to tell the truth. Even after months of being together, you hate that she struggles with being completely honest with you.

“More relaxed, thanks, but it’s getting more crowded.”

You nod at this because a quick glance around you confirms this. It’s gotten later and people are more drunk and rowdy which you don’t mind too much. You know that Wanda’s never comfortable in public and her coming out with you tonight was to make you happy. You’ll admit it was nice to be out with her, but you won’t complain about however you spend time with her tonight.

“We can leave soon if you’d like. I know it’s getting late.”

You were tired earlier, but you’d gotten your second wind as soon as you walked in here. Being with Wanda in public did that to you because not only did it happen so infrequently that you were always excited, but you knew you always had to be on alert. Wanda was always so observant and careful about everything that you figured it wouldn’t hurt for you to do the same.

She smiles slightly and nods as she looks behind her briefly. She wants to go back to your apartment and fall asleep on the couch watching old sitcoms or a cooking show. She wants to be able to show her affection for you openly without having to worry about anyone seeing. The only places this really happens are the privacy of your apartment or rarely one of your cars.

“I need to pee first, then we’ll go.”

You laugh at this and prepare to accompany her when she stops you. You frown in confusion because usually she encourages traveling together but she just smiles at you and shakes her head as she gestures to the DJ across the room.

“Stay. You can’t leave now; they’re playing your song.  I’ll be quick.”

You want to argue, but then you realize exactly what song is playing and you don’t even bother. You shoot her a questioning look though as she walks away laughing as you’ve already started to dance.

 “Are you sure? Okay, be quick!”

Wanda disappears quickly hoping not to leave you for more than a couple of minutes. If she gets her way she’ll return before your all-time favorite song is over. She does need to run to the bathroom, but she’s more concerned about dealing with the man who’s following her.

She noticed him as soon as you two sat down at a table with drinks. She hadn’t given him much thought, he seemed like a fairly typical, run-of-the-mill guy she’d expect to see here. She hadn’t spared him a second glance until he appeared again, still watching her, as you dragged her to dance before popping up two more times. She didn’t recognize him, and she was already texting Steve as she walked down the dimly lit hallway to the bathrooms. Steve stuck close by her whether she liked it or not, so she wasn’t surprised to hear that he was right outside and on his way in.

“I admit that I didn’t expect to see you here, Ms. Maximoff.”

Wanda stops short as she turns to see exactly who she was expecting. She frowns as she gives him another once over to confirm that she doesn’t know who he is. The more important thing though is that he clearly knows her, and for some reason he’s decided to follow her tonight.

“Cut to the chase, why are you following me?”

Wanda walks toward him slowly as she glares at him expectantly. She doesn’t see a gun on him, but she’s not foolish enough to believe he’s unarmed. She’s not even unarmed, and her clothes are a lot tighter than his.

The brunette shrugs as he moves out of the way for a couple that walk past him. He waits until they’re gone before he responds with a smile that makes Wanda’s skin crawl.

“I was asked to tail you because my employer is looking to exploit your weaknesses.”

Wanda feels her anxiety spike immediately, and she’s kicking herself for leaving you alone. She’s about to walk past him and go find you, but she doesn’t make it very far.

“I’m looking forward to telling her that we found one.”

Wanda doesn’t think twice as she stomps on his foot before punching him in the nose. He curses loudly and tries to grab her, but she dodges him before she kicks him onto his knees. She sees someone rush by the hallway before doubling back a few seconds later. She’s glad that Steve’s here because she really needs to go check on you.

“Here, watch him. I need to go.”

Steve just nods and doesn’t get a chance to speak before Wanda’s gone. He’d told Bucky to come by too since he was already around on business, and hopefully he’d be arriving soon if he hasn’t already.

You were only alone for about 30 seconds after Wanda left. You’d been dancing to your favorite song and not paying any attention to anyone around you. You were happy. You were spending time with your girlfriend, it was the weekend, and you had ice cream at home. You were doing pretty well.

Your eyes open and land on someone standing in front of you. This wasn’t odd because it was still crowded and you almost bumped into people every few seconds. The odd thing about this person though was that he seemed interested in nothing but staring at you which made you frown without realizing it. You open your mouth to ask what his deal is, but he speaks up first and doesn’t make you feel any better about his intentions.

“You must be Y/n. We’ve heard a lot about you.”

Your frown deepens as you stop moving completely and shoot the blonde a look. This better not be one of Wanda’s friends again. You’d already told her that you wanted to be introduced to them like normal people did it, and you wouldn’t tolerate anyone creeping on you. She’d agreed to this, especially after Bucky upset you so much, so you have a feeling this person’s gone rogue, or they’re someone you don’t want to talk to.

Figuring that Wanda should be back soon you decide to buy yourself some time. You look the taller man up and down before deciding that you could probably out run him if you had to. You hadn’t worn your heels tonight and you had very little athletic ability, but running was your thing.

“All good things, I hope."

You’re mostly kidding but when he just laughs at you, you realize you probably should have said something else. You sigh in defeat as you try not to show your nerves. You’re in a public, only kinda dark place, and Wanda’s nearby. You’ll be fine regardless of what this person wants from you.

“Definitely. More than enough to know that you’re exactly who we need.”

There’s very little chance you could have prepared for what happened next. The lights make it difficult for you to see him move until he’s right on top of you, and the music changes just in time to cover up your curse. He grabs your arms and covers your mouth as he hauls you off in no particular direction. You struggle to break free, but only manage to get an arm loose. You elbow him in the back of the head once and he barely even flinches, but as you're about to do it a second time someone grabs you and yanks you backwards.

“What the fuck?”

You shout in annoyance as you're basically thrown to the ground, but you don’t have time to recover before you hear a familiar voice.

“Y/n!”

You look up to see Bucky first, and you figure he must have grabbed you because he’s carting off the now unconscious blonde with barely a look back. You’re so confused and this only worsens when Wanda comes to kneel beside you where you’re still on the floor.

“Y/n, are you okay? Did he hurt you?”

You are too stunned to answer but you’re able to climb to your feet with Wanda’s help. You try to regain your bearings but the strobe lights are not helping at all. You’re looking around frantically before you seem to realize that you’re still in the club and that Wanda’s with you. You’re safe, or at least safer than you were before, and you decide you want to leave right now.

“What the hell just happened?”

You and Wanda are sitting in her car waiting until you’re calm enough to tell her what happened. Apparently her friends had shown up in the nick of time to save you from being abducted, and you still have no idea what to think about this.

Wanda shifts nervously as she tries to figure out how to explain this to you in a way that won’t freak you out even more. She’s tried to keep you in the dark about her work, but something like this hasn’t happened before. No one has been bold enough to follow her and target you all at once. It honestly terrifies her and she doesn’t know how to handle it.

Her anxiety definitely makes explaining this to you more difficult and she eventually shakes her head before she starts the car. She makes sure the doors are locked again before she puts on her seatbelt with a sigh.

“Can I tell you back at your place?”

You don’t respond immediately because your brain is running all the different ways that tonight could have played out. You are stuck on an extreme example, but the idea of you being kidnapped and beaten is hard to shake. You look to Wanda with a frown as you try to take a second to figure out what she’s feeling. You can tell how panicked she is, and you’re sure you look it too, but when you set your own fear and confusion aside you realize that Wanda knows what happened.

The fact that it’s already handled and no cops or even employees from the club were involved proves this. She had it covered meaning she must know what they wanted. You don’t understand how this is possible and you definitely want to know. You’re just afraid that Wanda isn’t willing to tell you tonight.

Wanda’s started the car and is about to put it in gear when you speak up. She hesitates because she honestly hadn’t expected you to ask this, and she doesn’t think she has an answer you’ll like. Regardless of her decision to tell you the truth.

“Are you just buying time to lie to me?”

Wanda immediately shakes her head before turning to you with a pleading look. She sighs as she reaches out for you and you just let her squeeze your hand as she tries to explain.

“No, I’m not. I promise. I just…I need to figure out how to tell you this. How to tell you more about what I do.”

You hadn’t been expecting this answer and you don’t hide it well. You eventually just nod before muttering an ‘ok’ and Wanda focuses on getting you home. She struggles with the best way to break the news to you, but in the end she has to be truthful. You should know that you were in danger tonight. You deserve to know the danger you’ll be in if you continue to see her, and that’s what makes Wanda the most anxious. Not only could you want to stop seeing her which would break her heart, but you knowing that you’ll be at risk of something like this happening again—it could be too much.

You have a normal life. You’re in school. You’re going to be a vet in a few years, and after that she’s sure you want a relatively normal life. She always knew that wasn’t in the cards for her, but in the time she’s been with you she’s started to think that maybe it didn’t matter. She could still be happy with someone and not worry about divulging too much of the truth to you. However, tonight proved her wrong and she knows that it was only a matter of time before something like this happened. This is why she was so insistent on not being seen with you. She’d hate for someone who was following her to realize who you were and try to hurt you because of it.

She has a feeling that tonight’s going to be an important decision point in your relationship. You need to have enough information to understand the risks, and Wanda needs to give it to you regardless of her own feelings.

She’s terrified because she knows that no matter what decision you make tonight, things will never be the same.

You’ve poured both you and Wanda another drink that you bring to the couch so you both can sit. You can tell Wanda’s on edge like you and you know that this won’t go well if you can’t manage to calm her down. You sigh as you sit and you gesture for her to join you before taking a deep breath.

“Okay, Wands. Let’s just start with what happened tonight?”

Wanda nods as she sits beside you awkwardly. On the way home she figured that the best thing to do is be upfront. You’re going to be worried no matter what, but she could still do her best to manage how you worried. Luckily she could tell you that these two men wouldn’t bother you ever again.

“Someone sent two men to follow us tonight. One was supposed to distract me while the other took you.”

The blunt words confirm your fears and despite wanting to ask a dozen questions you just nod. You take a large sip of your drink before rolling the glass between your hands.

“Okay.”

Wanda takes a sip as well before she tries to steel herself for what she’s about to say. This is the moment she’s been dreading for nearly 9 months. Since she met you and dared to consider a future with you, she’d been terrified of having to tell you the truth about what she does for a living. She knew it was inevitable, and that she honestly should have told you sooner but she was scared. She couldn’t lose you, but now she no longer had a choice in the matter. If she wanted to do her best to keep you safe, she had to make you aware of what you were up against.

 “This will probably make more sense once I tell you what I really do.”

You can’t hide your surprise when Wanda says this and you unconsciously sit up as you look at your girlfriend with wide eyes. Is she really going to abandon the vague references to illegal activities and come clean? You’d be lying if you said you haven’t been waiting for this moment for months. You wanted to know what Wanda did, but you’d also learned to be comfortable in your denial. Sometimes the less you knew the better. At least you thought so before tonight when you almost got kidnapped.

That was still setting in, and you’re sure when you go to bed tonight, you’ll think about it more and freak out. You hoped that Wanda still planned on spending the night because you don’t think you’re going to want to be alone.

“I know I told you I run the family business with my brother, and that’s true. However, it’s more than just shipping and manufacturing things. It’s um…we’re criminals.”

You watch as Wanda downs the rest of her drink before you take a moment to repeat what she said.

Wanda is a criminal. She and her brother are criminals. You’re dating a criminal. That has to be why Wanda hates being seen in public or why she has so much money that she doesn’t hesitate to spend it on you. She’s loaded and it’s from a lot more than what she’s told you, and more than what you’ll ever understand.

You follow her lead and drink the rest of your whiskey before sitting the glass down on the table. You feel your head start to swim, but you don’t think it’s because of the alcohol.

“Okay. So you’re a criminal?”

Wanda just nods slowly as she waits for your brain to catch up and for you to really react to what she’s said. She’d expected you to be a little more upset than this, but she supposes there’s still time for that. She decides to get back to tonight before she gets too ahead of herself.

“Yes. Those men work for one of my competitors, and needless to say she’s not the most ethical person.”

Neither am I.

Wanda realizes this goes without saying when you nod thoughtfully. You try to imagine an organized group of criminals that live and operate in a large city such as this one. You can’t really understand how they all interact without drawing from television or movie portrayals, but little did you know that this is mostly accurate. It’s just a little more complicated than you’d think.

You try to come up with a way to describe Wanda’s dealing so that you can better compartmentalize and start to understand it in the most basic of terms.

“And you’re in charge of other criminals…so you run a gang?”

Wanda can’t help but cringe slightly at this but she nods because you’re mostly right. At the end of the day she knows that the terminology doesn’t really matter. You just need to understand the concept.

“A mob, yes. I have employees who do various things for me, but most of them live at the compound.”

You suddenly realize why all of your two visits to the compound were as short as they were. You only went there twice to meet Wanda before immediately leaving. She hadn’t wanted you to be there and you’d been a little hurt by it, but now it made sense. If her employees were there, they could see you and you could only imagine how fast word spread about the boss dating someone. That would have put you at risk, and something like what happened tonight could have happened a lot sooner.

“Does...wait, so why did someone try to come after me?”

This is the question that Wanda had been waiting for you to ask. She won't disrespect you by lying, and she thought that given how you were handling everything so far, that this wouldn’t be too different. That said, hearing that your girlfriend of 8 months is a mobster and then being told that you were almost taken for ransom are two slightly different things. Wanda knows you're smart enough to come to this conclusion on your own, but you likely just want her confirmation so you can start to put everything in perspective.

“Likely to use you against me. If someone were to take you, they could negotiate some sort of ransom for your safe return.”

Wanda watches as realization of what almost happened to you tonight sets in, and she swears she sees you shiver where you’re propped up against the couch. You shake your head with a frown as you try to figure out how you feel about all of this. Besides the initial terror, you suppose that it makes sense. That someone who followed you and Wanda would realize that she cares for you, and can potentially be swayed to do as they say.

“Why would they use me? Just out of convenience?” 

It’s not until you ask this question that you remember what Wanda’s told you. She doesn’t have many close friends who aren’t also involved in her work. It’s safer that way and the fact that you’re in her life now puts a huge target on your back. Her friends are trained and capable of taking care of themselves. You’re a vet student who’s thrown maybe two punches in your life, and neither of them landed.

It’s not until you look back up at Wanda and see her staring at her hands that you realize how unfair your question was.

Wanda clears her throat as she contemplates giving you an honest answer or the most honest answer. She’s not brave, or drunk enough to do the latter so she just shakes her head before looking up to meet your gaze.

“It’s because I—they know I would give them a lot to get you back.”

You can’t help but smile when Wanda says this, and you slide closer to her so you can grab her hand. You sigh in an attempt to calm down before you kiss her knuckles with a small smile.

“Despite how terrifying all of this is to think about, I’m touched.”

Wanda offers you a shy smile before she waits for your next question. You know the basics at this point. Mobster, competitors, and danger. That said, she’s certain you have a lot more questions, and she’s willing to answer a few tonight. Her anxiety however is starting to steadily climb toward an unbearable level, so she needs to stop thinking about this soon.

You only have one more question to ask before you don’t want to think about this anymore. You need a break and this includes mindless television and cuddles. You swallow the lump in your throat before asking the question you already know the answer to.

“This is why you don’t like going out in public. Any glimpse of us together…in the future could cause something like this to happen again?”

Wanda can hear the hesitation and fear in your voice and she hates that she’s giving it credence. She's aware that even though she stopped this attempt by killing those two men, there's very little stopping other people from trying the same thing. She knows she’s going to have to do a better job of protecting you. She’ll need to assign someone she trusts to tail you and make sure you’re safe. That however is an issue for another night, if it even comes to that.

Wanda’s main concern right now is just seeing if you’re going to say this is too much for you.

You don’t say anything immediately when Wanda nods and tells you that something like this or worse could happen. You try to consider how you can continue to live your life knowing that you run the risk of being nabbed or worse because of your relationship with Wanda. You wonder how you’ll be able to cope with only hanging out in private or not at all in the future. How will you manage a relationship with a damn mobster when you’re going to be a doctor? How can you reconcile this? Better yet, are you okay with everything that Wanda must do to make the money she does?

You’re not naïve enough to believe that Wanda doesn’t hurt people. She probably has to hurt or kill people who get in her way. If she’s really as infamous as you believe, there’s no way to establish dominance in a large city like this without making a name for yourself. This requires money, skill and support from employees. You’re getting a headache just trying to consider how large and intricate Wanda’s mob is, so you just shake your head and go back to the pertinent question.

Are you okay with this?

Do you want to continue seeing Wanda? Yes. You enjoy your time with Wanda and you’ve come to think of her as a permanent in your life. Regardless of how much this changes things, you’re not sure you can end things and say goodbye at this point. You’re too committed and you really do trust her when she says that she can keep you safe. You’re not worried about that, and this is certainly foolish or ignorant, but you can’t help it. You’ve always felt safe with Wanda and you don’t think that this could change. You suppose the issue though is that Wanda won’t always be with you. Like tonight, she left for 30 seconds and someone tried to come after you.

“Y/n?”

You look up from where you’d started to stare off in space to see Wanda shooting you a worried look. You hadn’t realized how long you’d been silent until you’re pulled from your thoughts. Wanda fidgets anxiously with one of the rings on her fingers before she takes a deep settling breath. She needs to say her piece and let you make your own decision. She tries not to cry as she lets you know that the decision is yours to make.

“I promise that I’ll protect you, and that I’ll do everything I can to make sure this doesn’t happen again.”

When you see tears start to blur your vision you move so you’re almost in Wanda’s lap before you pull her in for a hug. You let out a breathy laugh before you shake your head. You wonder what you’ve done to deserve this type of dedication. You’re a broke student who has very little to offer someone like Wanda.

“You-you’re so sweet. I don’t even know why you’d go to all of this trouble for me.”

Wanda hugs you tightly before she frowns at your words. In some ways you’re so confident that it’s astounding and Wanda’s envious, but in others you’re just like her and your image of your self-worth is less than ideal. She’s not sure if it’s just been learned over time or you just happen to think this way, but when Wanda first realized how you saw yourself at times, she made it her goal to change your perspective. She promised herself that she’d show you how remarkable you are. How worthy you are of praise, love and happiness.

She speaks before she can stop herself and she feels you stiffen in her arms before you pull away.

“Because I love you, and I would do just about anything for you, detka.”

Wanda’s words make you start in surprise and you have to bite your lip to keep from sobbing. You’ve only felt this way about Wanda for months, but you’d been too afraid to say anything. You always fear that you feel more strongly than other people, and you don’t want to scare them off with your potentially overbearing emotions. However, when Wanda frowns as she sees you crying, you realize that maybe you should have told her sooner.

“God, I love you too. I really do.”

You kiss your girlfriend and feel relief wash over you as she holds you close and you practically melt. You know that there’s a lot to discuss and figure out, but for now you’d like to just bask in the fact that the person you’re in love with loves you too. You can’t remember the last time you’ve been this happy.

“I love you, Wands, an-and I don’t want to leave, but I can’t lie. It scares me to think about something like this happening again.”

Wanda can completely understand this and despite hating herself for it, she can’t guarantee anything. She won’t lie to you and say that she’ll keep you safe and no one will ever bother you again. She’ll tell you the truth and hope that you can put enough trust in her to keep her word. She’ll do her damnedest and if that’s not enough she’ll figure something out.  She reaches out to wipe the tears away before smiling at you softly. You look so beautiful, and she hates that she’s made you cry.

“I understand, but Y/n, know that I’ll do everything I can to keep you as safe as possible.”

She squeezes your hand before kissing your forehead with a sigh. She rests her head against yours as she tries to get used to the idea of taking care of you. If you commit to this, Wanda’s never going to let you go.

“Do you trust me to do this?”

This probably isn’t a fair question because you still only know the bare bones of everything involved, but right now that doesn’t matter to you. You don’t need to know about Wanda’s infinite resources to believe that she’ll do all she can to make sure you’re taken care of. You kiss her one more time before nodding in agreement. You’ll figure out the details later, but right now you’re about to pass out from the flurry of emotions that you’ve gone through. You know Wanda feels the same because when you pull her towards you as you lie back on the couch, she doesn’t protest. She lies down beside you and simply kisses your cheek before closing her eyes. She’ll wake up later and make arrangements then. For now, she just wants to hold you.

“I do.”

Masterlist

[schizopositivity]

My uncle was schizophrenic, and in their childhood my mom spent a lot of time taking care of him. She loved him so much, but it caused her a lot of stress and patience. My uncle ended up living with his mom (my grandma) into his old age.

Now, my symptoms are getting more severe. I’m not yet diagnosed, but there’s no use denying it, given I’ve exhibited all the symptoms needed for a diagnosis for four years (and milder/less symptoms for almost a decade). And given how my symptoms are progressing, despite being very smart in school, I don’t know if I’ll be able to hold down a job and pay rent and take care of myself. Likely, I’ll have to live with my mom the way he did. And I feel so, so guilty about this because my mom has had the stress of taking care of a schizophrenic in her childhood and now she’ll have to do it for the rest of her adulthood too (I am a teenager still).

I’ve been considering checking into a mental ward so she doesn’t have to do all the work of taking care of me, but all the ones nearby are very abusive.

Is there anything I can do? Can a schizophrenic like me really hold down a job? Is there any way I can reassure my mom and not make her feel sad when I get my diagnosis (im being checked soon…)?

It's not your fault that you are possibly schizophrenic, you didn't choose to have your symptoms. I know guilt is a feeling you can't control, but I want you to know you have done nothing wrong. And people who need to live with a relative or have other forms of long term care are not burdens, and if that is you one day, you will not be the exception.

Also not all schizophrenic people will have the same outcomes in life. People with schizophrenia can and do hold down jobs, can and do live independently, can and do have a great quality of life. Everyone's experience will be different but there is hope.

I thought I wouldn't be able to work or live without my mom after my diagnosis but I do both! I have a full time manual labor job that I've been at for over 3 years now. And I live with my partner, we both work and take care of the home and take care of each other in an equal way. I could compare myself to my schizophrenic grandpa who is in full time care now in his 70's, but to be honest we aren't alike at all besides our diagnosis.

I can't promise anything, I just want to let you know that living independently and caring for yourself is possible for people with schizophrenia. And I hope your mom can understand that a schizophrenia diagnosis doesn't always equal long term care. A diagnosis is just a new understanding of a person's life, and that person's life can go in so many possible directions just like anyone else's. You are not destined to live the life of your uncle.

[void-galaxy-shenanigans]

So I did an important, but with some frustrating strings attached and at a financial cost.

I asked for accommodations at work.

It is day six. I am brand new. But I guess I’ve made enough of a good impression because they were willing to ask questions and discuss.

We have sensory processing disorder (auDHD). They used to play music on a Bluetooth speaker, but since then they now don’t let us have music after we open (10:45a).

So the day before yesterday I decided fuck it and had an earbud in the whole shift. It made me functional, kept us grounded, and actually made me faster and more effective. No major burns, only dropped one thing instead of multiple...overall a better shift.

The shift lead that day just...didn’t care, because I was working & I was getting faster & more effective as the day went on.

I came in to work today already overstimmed, so I used an earbud again.

(I intentionally used an earbud in our right ear, which has about 10% hearing remaining after trauma (both blasted music and physical-harm trauma). I can’t really hear out of it anyway. And these are entirely wireless (Bluetooth), small earbuds, so not super obvious and customers won’t notice (and didn’t notice yesterday). It’s not a matter of the earbud being too obvious or physically dangerous.)

But this shift lead told me to take my earbud out, and that I wasn’t allowed to have music due to safety concerns.

I work in a kitchen on a hot grill, and need to hear safety announcements (hot, cold, corner, behind you, etc.) as well as line alerts (for food when they run low/out). I understand that I need to hear that, & it could be a safety concern for some people. But I noticed yesterday I heard them better and processed way easier with music. So I protested, told her I worked better with it, but she kept arguing & telling me to take it out.

I pulled her into the back so I could hear better (quieter) and think/talk easier, and explained that it’s for a disability (not ‘just because’), and that when I had it yesterday, music made me way more effective and faster—and also able to process better what people said to me, which improves my safety. I also admitted I was already overstimmed and don’t think I can work today without it.

She said they don’t allow earbuds/headphones due to safety concerns, but also said she’d talk to higher-up managers (inbetween/corporate) about making an exception, which...is more than I expected after having to argue for 10mins.

She checked the handbook but it said nothing, so she told me to sit out in the lobby and that she’d let our lower tier/closest corporate person call her back to discuss more. Luckily she didn’t make me clock out at this point, so I just sat down to wait.

15mins later she came back and said that the higher ups talked to their disability advocate (¿they have one??) and agreed to send me the paperwork to accommodate music on the line.

But that also means I was sent home and I can’t work the rest of this week...cutting me down to 13½ hours instead of 28¾, making this paycheck around 31½ hours instead of 47 total (I don’t get a full 2 week paycheck yet because pay period is next Friday and I just started). That cuts my paycheck by ~$250, when I’m already struggling to get by and desperately need to replace multiple things, feed myself, and feed my cat...and pay rent too.

I’ll give them a little credit: this is fast food, and this is the first job who even escalated questions and decided to send me paperwork to allow an accommodation, let alone on day 6.

But I am so stressed about the money loss and the process of getting this done.

However,,, this is also the first time I got the courage to ask for an exception/accommodation of any kind. Normally I let myself suffer and let my performance tank until they inevitably fire me or cut my hours to make me quit. So I did a good this time. It just...sucks that it basically has consequences. I’m not allowed to work until the paperwork is filed and approved.

This is all a part of the journey I guess. I finally have the self-respect to ask. But that also means waiting to be sent paperwork and to hear back whether they’re gonna make an exception or not (AKA whether I’m gonna collapse out of this job in 3 to 6 months or not, because this accommodation would make or break my ability to sustain/maintain working fast food again).

I am disabled. This body is disabled. I can’t really accommodate the physical disabilities as well (struggling to stand for long periods of time / chronic pain), but if I can at least accommodate the mental ones...that’s something.

(before anyone asks, explicitly stating these— referenced & implied disabilities here: D.I.D., ADHD + bipolar, autism, sensory processing disorder, POTS, & chronic pain // disabilities I’m asking for accommodations for: ADHD/autism (sensory processing delays/overstim), & probably also PTSD because I already had to tell them yesterday about that (not sure about D.I.D. yet; bipolar is medicated; physical stuff is nigh impossible in fast food).)

(I won’t/can’t say which corporation I now work for; I don’t want to get in trouble for posting about them on social media or have them accuse me of acting as a spokesperson when I’m not. Too risky.)

~Nico

[butteredfrogs]

i literally feel like screaming

not even about the election just about how my life has been shit for the past few months and it just hasn’t been getting any better. i hate my job and i’ve been looking for another job but i’ve been rejected from every single one i’ve applied to. i’m constantly anxious and stressed and worried about my future and the fact i literally feel like i haven’t achieved anything despite only being in my early 20s i still feel like i should have done so much fucking more with my life and i’m so behind. i hate my house, it’s really toxic and is just adding to my constant stress, but i literally have no where else to go and i want to leave so bad and i’m trying to save up but my job is shit and literally pays me barely anything (defiantly not enough to live off of) and with the cost of living right now and just everything i feel like i’m never going to find a place to live for a reasonable price or be able to afford both food and rent. and i just always feel so on edge and anxious and just i feel like everything sucks and i know other people have bigger problems and i know there’s a lot going on in the world which is fucking terrifying and scary that’s obviously a lot bigger and a lot more important than me and me complaining that my life sucks, but i honestly just feel so overwhelmed by everything right now i’m so fucking done.

[sammyluvr]

okay but what would sam do for work when he’s left the life? me personally I’m thinking him & his s/o struggle for a while and sam’s defeat CHUCK so he’s not crying or anything but he’s still a little anxious because he wants the best for you and he loves you but he’s never held onto a job in his life and as of now you’re the only one working and you’re paying rent for an apartment that you asked him to move into because he was staying at a hotel and he kind of panics here because he can’t afford to pay half the rent.

he’d maybe get a job somewhere like coffee shop or library but he knows in unsustainable with the both of you wanting to live the rest of your life together (one day he knows he’ll want to marry you and he can’t do that working minimum wage) but he does nothing about it yet. still grieving his brother and all that.

but you look for jobs at LAW FIRMS and he maybe falls in love with you a little harder and it was four years of his life he didn’t magically forget all his work in school so he probably gets a job at one of the lesser known firms and starts studying again to refresh his mind and he’s actually genuinely healing. because with him and dean stanford was a big no no shut up we can’t talk about it but with you you always celebrate him like ‘you got a 174 I’m pretty sure any firm will take you no matter how long it’s been’.

and he’s in love with you and he works his way up the ladder and gets to work at a very big law firm and you help him heal from his trauma (not the supernatural drama, more like the repressed family trauma) and you gush live happily ever after.

did I go a little overboard? possibly, but the truth of the matter is, sam deserves to be healed. but with lots of angst first where he’s scared you guys are gonna go broke and that you won’t love him because he can’t provide.

— kiss

UGH I LOVE THISSSS NO SUCH THINK AS GOING OVERBOARD ABOUT SAM IN THIS HOUSEHOLD !!! <333

he absolutely deserves healing and peace and kindess and gentleness and stability and a house and someone who loves him unconditionally T_T

he's a lot better on the toxic masculinity front than lots of characters, but he is still the protector type and might feel stressed/bad about not being able to provide for you right away. but you're understanding and don't care about that! you just care about him and holding him and loving him and having him be yours.

personally i imagine him going back to law school! he's definitely smart enough to get back into school with some studying and i love the idea of supporting him so lovingly and enthusiastically. this stresses him out too because it's so expensive!! but you say it's worth a shot to see what scholarships he can get and like. he really is sososo incredibly smart and i think he'd be able to get good scholarships that really help him out. plus, he'd be smart enough to be such a great lawyer that he climbs up the chain pretty quickly to making more money. it's pretty unconventional for him to start so late i assume, but i feel like there's no reason for him not to!

and maybe he doesn't want to be a lawyer anymore, so he goes to get a masters in something else! maybe he decides to be a professor or teacher of some sort! i think he'd love that too <33

wagh i love thim so much <33

[hauntingcryptids]

Work Hard, Rest Hard

O x Reader ( Dhawan!Master x Reader)

Summary - Your roommate O is incredibly kind; he is very willing to help you calm down in any way he can.

Based On This Request - Anonymous requested - “Hi! May I ask for a soft fic with The Master where they hypnotise The Reader?”

Warnings - the reader is incredibly stressed, anxiety, hypnotism, hypnotism without consent

Word Count - 947

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Requested by this lovely anon! I will link the other fics inspired by this request HERE, if you would like to read them. I hope that you enjoy!

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You had been living with O for a couple of weeks now. Your last roommate moved out randomly and you had been scrambling every day to find a new roommate at such short notice. Thankfully, O moved in pretty soon after and was able to pay for half of the rent, which you had been struggling to pay in full on your own.

O was very willing to pay for the next couple of weeks' rent in full to make up for when you had to pay the rent in full. But you refused. You didn’t want your new roommate to be forced into doing something like that. But O did that anyway. He wanted to relieve some stress from your shoulders. He could see that you were tense, and he wanted to help you without being too intrusive about your personal life.

With O’s help, a lot of stressors were removed from your plate, but you still had so many things to do. The thing that kept you up most nights, however, was your work. You were a bit behind on things and were given a notice to have everything completed by the upcoming Monday, but you also had to complete this week's work, as well. You would have to stay up late to finish it all in time. 

You were currently pacing around the kitchen, waiting for the kettle to boil, when O walked into the kitchen.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, everything’s great.” You mumbled insecurely while tapping your foot wildly.

“You seem a little stressed.”

“No, I’m perfectly fine.” O walked up to you as you were preparing your tea.

“You can tell me anything. Just so you know.”

“You don’t mean that.” You huffed. To you, O was still a stranger and why would a stranger care about you and your health?

“I do.” O tentatively placed a hand on your shoulder causing you to finally look into your roommate's eyes. He did look to be incredibly sincere, so you broke down and told O the truth.

“Things are just a bit complicated with work. I’m struggling to stay on top of things.”

“I have some work to do. We could maybe just work together. Make sure that we through everything.” You nodded, relieved, to O. 

You and O worked together for a while. O seemed to be flying through all of his work, but you, on the other hand, were still struggling immensely. You looked over at O typing away on his laptop then returned to stare at your own computer; barely a sentence was written on the open document. You switched to writing some notes in a notebook; you hoped that physical handwriting would make your brain flow better. But unfortunately for you, that did not help. You slammed your notebook down on the table and groaned in mental agony.

“I can’t do this O! It's just too stressful! And I’m not good enough!”

“Don’t say stuff like that. I know that you can do this.”

“No! No, I can’t. I should just quit because I’m such a failure!” You stood up and began pacing as you had before in the kitchen. You felt yourself begin to start heaving breaths. Air didn’t seem to fill your lungs fast enough. You then began to flap your hands back and forth in an attempt to call yourself down. But nothing worked and now you felt like your head was spinning.

“Shh shh, look at me.” O was suddenly in front of you, holding you by your shoulders.

“O?”

“Just look at me. You can do that right?” You nodded as O cradled your face in his hands. O’s soft thumbs were resting on your temples, rubbing circles into your flesh every so often.

“Now take some deep breaths with me.” O instructed and you did as you were told.

“Better?” O asked after a few minutes of the two of you breathing deeply together and you nodded in response. How did you suddenly feel so much better? 

“Do you want me to make you some food?” O’s hands returned to your shoulders and continued to hold you tightly.

“You don’t have to.” 

“Look at me.” O said sternly, but with a lace of warmth; that mix of emotions you had never been on the receiving end of before. You locked eyes with your roommate and felt that feeling again, that feeling of calm and reassurance you had after O had helped you relax.

“Do you want food?” O asked again and you nodded.

“Okay, I’ll make you your favourite. Why don’t you take a nap while I prepare it?” You nodded again as an intense wave of tiredness washed over you. You felt like you had nothing to say even though many responses were rippling around your mind. But before you could question anything that had happened you were fast asleep on the couch.

You woke up to O stroking your arm and muttering something that you couldn’t understand. 

“Hello, sleepy head. Have a nice rest?” O crooked his head to the side to look at your fully.

“Yeah, surprisingly I did.”

“The food’s ready and I planned out a system to best complete everything.”

“O, you didn’t have to do any of this.” You said as you fully sat up.

“Of course I did! Now, let’s get through this together, shall we?” O held out his hand for you and you took it, happily, excited for the evening with O. You didn’t know why, but you just had this gut feeling that O would do anything to help you, and that feeling calmed you down more than anything else in your life had.

[callmewrinkles3]

16 & 20?

Hugs with big squeezes.

What is your problem? & We have a contract!

September 2019

Em stared at her laptop screen, glaring at her bank balance and imagining that maybe if she stared at it hard enough it’d jump up four figures. Five would be even nicer. But no, she was staring at just enough money to cover rent for next month. Fuck.

She wasn’t supposed to be travelling but after Spa she couldn’t say no, she had to do it. She couldn’t take the risk that anything would happen. And Dan was paying for her flights and hotels and most of her food, she barely needed to pay for anything. But her savings hadn’t gone back up since she’d bought that last minute flight to China and this was the result. She was broke and had to work more. It was her own fault, she’d cut back on clients while travelling, content to help Blake and Michael out when they needed something. But that wasn’t payment, it wasn’t her job, and now she was suffering.

The transcription site she freelanced for had some available work so she got stuck in as Dan was at a pre media day event, headphones on as she typed and double checked what she’d written. Every little helped.

Em didn’t realise she’d fallen asleep, but she woke up to Dan shaking her arm, her head on the keyboard. She’d at least submitted her work, but she shot up and glared at Dan.

“Huh? What’s going on?”

“I’m just back, I thought you were coming to the sponsor gala tonight? You able to get ready?”

“Yeah, sure.”

It was easy to smile as she stood on Dan’s arm and listened to weird Russians talk to her. But he kept a solid grasp as she nodded towards Egle Hulkenberg, the two women commiserating silently about being there. All she could think was the wealth in this room could fix all her issues, could pay her rent for a year. Dan would do it if she asked but her pride wouldn’t let her. He was her friend. She couldn’t ask him to do that. So she smiled and nodded and ignored the shiver going up her spine as shots of vodka were handed to her, a polite “cheers” as she took the first one, swapping the rest for water. Finally they could go back and curl up before Dan had to do media day the next morning.

She was up ahead of him, one of her long term clients reaching out with some extra work. The timezone difference from the US meant that she received it after she’d gone to bed so she sat at the desk in Dan’s suite while she got to work. An arm on her shoulder scared her, making her jump.

“What is your problem?!” Dan looked like he’d been stung. “I’m sorry, sorry. Just stressed. That’s all. What’re you up to?”

“Seeing if you were getting ready for the paddock, I’m getting a shower. Want one after me?”

“Yeah, please.”

Before Dan came out she checked her bank balance yet again, wishing there was extra cash in there. The numbers were unchanged, Em swapping her tab back before going to shower. The paddock probably wasn’t where she was going, but she’d be clean and get through this work quicker if she felt better. When she came back out with her hair wrapped up, Dan was at her seat and her bank webpage was up.

“What the fuck Dan? What’re you doing looking at my bank?” The idea that he could see how much stress she was under was humiliating. She’d always been able to look after herself. Always.

“Why haven’t you been paid? We have a contract. I know Blake gets paid the fifteenth and the last, you’re missing two pay cheques. Why didn’t he pay you?”

“What are you talking about?” She tried to calm down, pulling her underwear on and not caring that Dan was watching.

“The amount of work you do, why haven’t you been paid? I thought Blake brought you on staff?”

“I’m a freelancer, Dan. A freelancer who hasn’t worked in four weeks and didn’t have enough savings as it was. I don’t work for you or Blake.” She watched his face change, for the first time in a year not able to read him immediately.

“Emmy…no. Blake was…fuck. You’ve been working with him, working with Michael. You’ve been planning my schedules. Of course you need to be paid.” Dan was genuinely upset, pulling her into a hug and pressing a kiss to her shoulder. “I honestly thought you were. I’m gonna fix it.”

“I don’t want to come in between you and the boys.” It was her biggest fear. That she’d arrive and be friends and her and Dan would stop sleeping together and she’d lose everything. That it would all be broken. She was content to be on the outside if that was what could happen.

“I’ll talk to them. But you’re getting paid for everything you’ve done already. Whatever your rates are, you tell me. And you’re getting extra for not getting paid sooner.”

She held onto Dan, wanting to just stay in that little world of the two of them. Working officially for Dan was terrifying. She was putting all her eggs in his basket. But just maybe this could work out for her.

[usertiff]

TLDR: no rent money, last time i was late w rent by 2 days i got an eviction notice, my cat needs urgent medical help, i’m out of work due to severely debilitating pain. extremely disabled, indigenous lesbian desperately in need of help. also a paragraph about how much i am sorry

my friend said, “nah bestie asking for help isn't shameful in any way. there's strength in knowing what you need,” but i still feel like crud

i am literally sobbing as i post this because i just feel... i feel like a loser, i feel worthless, i feel so many emotions right now because i’m so terrified and tired of asking for help. i’m terrified of people just being sick of me because i’ve needed help before, and i don’t know. i would never shame anyone else for needing help, and i know realistically it shouldn’t be shameful, but i personally feel shame because i feel like a failure. i feel like a loser/worthless/failure because of something that’s completely out of my control, and yet, the feeling is still there. i’m exhausted. i’m exhausted from being in this stressful, urgent situation. so i’m sorry. i’m so sorry i’m asking for help again, i’m so sorry. i feel horrible, i really do. i feel guilty for needing help. i feel sick. i’m trying not to, and i’m trying not to cry, but i’m typing this through very blurry vision rn.

as i’ve mentioned on my blog, i’ve been out of work due to severe chronic pain. i was able to work through my other disabilities. narcolepsy, my shitty mental health auDHD/bipolar, etc. but this chronic pain has been completely fucking debilitating. medical fatphobia tw incoming: i saw a neurosurgeon today and they won’t give me surgery because of “my weight being a risk for post-op complications, such as stitch rips”, so i just have to deal with the pain until i can lose enough they’ll operate on me ????????? i dont know what the hell i’m going to do........... this sucks so fucking bad i just wanna go back to work i hate living like this

my fiance needs her wisdom teeth removed really badly, but we had to cancel her appointment because the money we saved for it had to go to our cat.

possible animal death tw: my cat has bladder stones now................................. last time he had stones it costed almost $1k in surgery. the bladder stones will kill him if not treated, because toxins build up in the body and if he cannot pee... just sldfksldfkj i don’t wanna talk about it. he’s miserable. 

i’m going to have to dip in to our rent money, which was actually our tax money because i’ve not been working so tax money was our saving grace this past month, to keep taking him to the vet. however, last time i was late on rent just 2 days, they gave us an eviction notice and only 7 days to come up with rent. that was a fucking disaster. so i’m TERRIFIED!!!!!!!

i need help so bad. with just surviving being out of work, and now my cat... i’m super annoyed because i was desperate to get my baby sister a doll for her birthday but there’s no way that’s happening now. 

anyway, i’m sorry. i’m sorry for everything. i’m sorry i need help. i’m sorry if you’re sick of seeing me on your dash for like the 3rd time needing major help.

i have set up a gofundme here https://www.gofundme.com/f/uwkhj-help-my-family-survive?utm_source=customer&utm_medium=copy_link&utm_campaign=p_cf+share-flow-1

however, if you’d prefer to donate directly, due to the fact that gofundme takes a big portion of funds, here are my accts:

pypl: selinaaakyle@gmail.com, v: @oraclelauren (3177), ca: $selinaaakyle

every donation is going to be greatly appreciated, and i promise to pay the kindness forward in every little way that i can

please don’t put yourself out to help, but if you can help, my heart goes out to you with forever gratefulness 

[foxwayart]

State of personal affairs (IMPORTANT)

(TL;DR will be towards the bottom for those who don’t wanna read my ramblings, but I’d prefer you did since this is important.) Hey everyone, hope you’re all doing well, I’ll cut to the point by saying that I am not. For the past… We’ll say couple of months I’ve been on something of a mental health spiral, and it hasn’t really gotten any better save for my time at the Con. Which was a nice, but very brief reprieve. The whys of this dip in my well being are pretty varied, and some of it I’m not really able to talk about, whether for personal reasons or respect for others. But to put it broadly, work has been stressful, home has been stressful, my health has been stressful, everything has been stressful, and as it stands I don’t think I can keep up with things right now. So I’m taking a small break from working on commissions, and allowing myself a bit more breathing room when it comes to my streams (which is to say the next few streams may be much smaller scale, more chill chatting streams.)  

Now before any of you who commissioned me recently panic: With my current comms I will still be updating you guys, just at a slower rate than normal, I don’t intend to leave you guys in the lurch. But if by the time I’m done with them I still feel this bad, I probably won’t reopen my queue like I’ve been doing nonstop for the past while now. At least if I can financially help it… Streams like I said are gonna be a bit more lax. I’ll probably finish Pinkie Tower, but after that? I dunno, chatting and maybe some light doodling. Dunno how this will affect Sinner’s Saturday since some kind of income would be nice, but this week we’re definitely doing something different, just have to figure out what.  And yes, I still owe you guys that Discord movie night, we’ll be doing that soon. As for how long this time off is gonna be? No clue, it might only be a few days honestly, but the longest I’m giving myself is two weeks cause I just can’t afford any longer than that. And speaking of “affording”, it’s time for literally my least favourite part of the job. The shilling™️. I probably won’t really be making much if any money during this period, so if you ever wanted to support my work with a nice tip. Now would be the time. You have no idea how much even a small tip of a few dollars can help.https://ko-fi.com/foxweyman I’m not gonna sugar coat this folks. I make peanuts on my work. That’s no one’s fault, it's just the nature of being both a small artist and streamer, it’s something I’ve come to peace with as a fact of my career choices. But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t stress me out. Part of why I can never usually take breaks at all is because I literally can’t afford to.

I have rent to pay, phone bills, internet, electricity bills, hormone pills, pet expenses including; food, potential vet visits, toys, poo bags, cat litter, etc. I have to have money saved up incase of an emergency whether personal or work related (computer parts need replacing, tablet needs replacing etc), then there's house expenses; food, toilet paper, cleaning supplies; replacing anything we need etc. It’s a lot, even with our packed house.

The only reason I'm able to go to Furnal Equinox or Canfurence is because I start saving up money month after month after month as a treat to myself, and even when there I tend to bring my work so I can get my commission queue done faster and reopen them again as soon as the con is done.

I’ve been told to raise my prices but let’s be honest, I’m not at the level where I can charge hundreds upon hundreds of dollars for pieces, and while this may be a pessimistic view of my work, I probably won’t be able to any time soon. Same with stream goals, I don’t feel like there’s much I can offer right now that would be worth $500 goals or something.

I’d open a merch shop or something but that would be even more stressful upkeep, and again let’s be real. My reach isn’t big enough for that and you can only sell the same merch to the same customer base for so long.

I apologize if it seems like I’m ragging on about the money, but of all the things I’m dealing with it’s the easiest to talk about because it’s something I think at least a few of you can relate to. That and the more personal troubles cut a bit deeper and I’m not sure I even really wanna talk about them because I don’t like dragging you guys down with me. We’ve made an awesome little community and I don’t need to be hurting you with my problems. Is that the healthiest way of looking at it? No probably not but there it is.

Above all that though I just want some more time to myself and the people I care about, not fretting every second that “I could be working” or “I could be monetizing this”, instead of focusing on improving my mental health so I can be a better creator for you guys, and a better person for me. I wanna draw for myself again,even if it’s just low stakes doodles or barely cohesive comic pages, or hell even just to work on my poor draftwomanship .I wanna let myself play some games and not think “Oh I have to stream this”,  every time I do. I wanna be able to go out with my loved ones and not constantly be thinking “WHY AM I NOT WORKING ON COMMISSIONS???”

So TL;DR taking a light break, not sure how long exactly, will keep current customers in the loop, streams aren’t going anywhere but may be a bit different, please tip to the ko-fi so I can stay afloat during this time https://ko-fi.com/foxweyman

For those that read through, thank you so much, it means the world that you care enough about my mental health to drudge through my ravings. You’re truly the best part of this job. A wonderful community that I can just chat and be honest with, I can laugh and joke with you all without fear or anxiety. That’s exceedingly rare these days and I couldn’t be more appreciative of you lot.

That in mind, this took awhile to write, my hands are hurting, and I wanna go lie down, maybe allow myself a good cry. Thanks everyone. <3

- Blaire,“Drfoxweyman” 

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Fade into you 🌠

Prologue

Loki x female reader

“Going to the chapel and we’re gonna get maaaried.” You sang against Asher’s lips before he kissed you again, moving you onto his lap to straddle him. “We’ve got like a hundred things to do today, we don’t have time for round two.” You giggled, rolling your hips against his nonetheless.

“And yet you continue to tease me.” He answered, hands placed firmly on your hips.

“Maybe I just like watching you squirm.” You grinned, leaning down to kiss him again before the door knocked causing you to quickly get off of him as his mother entered with a bright smile. That was the thing about saving for a wedding, it meant both of you moving into Asher’s parents estate leaving all of the money that could have been spent on rent now being spent on a dress. Despite Asher clearly coming from wealth, which was evident in the thirteen bedroom manor you were currently occupying, he didn’t want to ask his parents to pay for the wedding which you understood but meant that Asher’s mum was able to just barge into his room as if he was a teenager again. This meant that sex was strictly reserved for nighttime and really, really early in the morning and sometimes in the shower; anywhere you both wouldn’t be caught which was definitely not his bedroom at 7.30AM.

“Y/n, I thought you’d be in your own room” Rita spoke, stepping further inside “you know this room has little to no light first thing.”

“I was just stopping by.” You lied, kicking your underwear underneath the bed; you knew your shorts felt a little drafty.

“If you leave now you’ll probably catch the rest of the sunrise, I know how much you like it dear” She smiled “besides, this one’s got to sort out a little business for his father before you can both go out today.” She added causing Asher to stiffen. He didn’t talk about his dad much, whenever you both got onto the subject of his childhood, he’d go shy, reserved. From what you gathered, everything had a price and it wasn’t always physical. Yes Asher grew up wealthy but he lacked emotional availability from both his parents, especially his father.

“I’ll see you later honey.” Asher said, sitting up to peck your cheek before you left, making your way towards the bedroom which was currently labelled as yours.

“I’m getting married ma, I can’t keep doing this.” Asher spoke in a hushed tone once you were out of earshot.

“He’s your father Ash, this is business.” Rita stressed, sitting on the bed.

“Just business” he scoffed “he wants me to sleep with his competitors daughter so they can form some sort of treaty, how messed up is that?”

“It’s not like you haven’t done it before.” Rita cut in causing the atmosphere to shift, Asher’s eyes narrowing.

“It’s different this time.” He finally murmured.

“Because you’re engaged?” Rita huffed.

“I love her.” Asher stressed, standing to his feet.

“Just like you loved her the time before and the time before that, what’s one more?” Rita shrugged.

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“I’ll be back before you know it.” Asher assured, quickly kissing you as he held your waist.

“Be quick, we have a cake tasting at one.” You instructed, standing on your tiptoes to kiss him again.

“Will do honey.” He insisted, pulling away from you before he left.

Entering his car, he sighed when he thought about what it was he was leaving to do. He imagined how devastated you’d be if you found out, how it’d break you but this was business he kept reminding himself. Just business. This was the price of being a Birchwood, compromising yourself in the name of family, of business. Swallowing down the bile that rose in his throat remembering all the things this so called family had put him through, he checked the glove box, closing it when he saw his gun. That was another thing about doing this type of business, it was dangerous. He wanted to shield you from this, all of this and yet now you were both in the middle of it and here he was breaking your heart for something as insignificant as his dads approval. Pathetic, that’s what the old fool would say seeing Asher’s reluctance.

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“Asher, you need to get out of there now! It’s a set up.”

Those were the last words he heard his dad frantically shouting down the phone before his vision blurred, a high pitch whirring drowning out all other noise. He saw her standing there, gun in hand before he felt the wound, felt the blood trickling down his face. It was one moment stretched out into micro moments of pure agony, torment and regret. He felt himself unable to stand, crashing towards the floor as the splitting of his skull came into focus. The pain was unbearable. His head hit the floor as he did before his vision darkened. He was dead, he was sure of it.

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“Y/n, somethings happened.” Rita spoke urgently, scrambling into your room.

“W-what?” You stuttered, having never seen her like this before.

“I-it’s A-Asher, there’s been an-an accident.”

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“Ugh.” You woke up, switching your alarm off as you tried to forget your dream or nightmare rather when you recalled the nausea that consumed you when you first heard what had happened to Asher. You remember it all so clearly, Rita’s voice, how your lip trembled, how you felt like a part of you had died when you went to the hospital, when they gave you the news. This nightmare often plagued you. Turning your head, the framed picture of you and Asher stood proudly on your nightstand, taunting you as you thought of the life that had escaped you. “Never say never.” You whispered to yourself knowing that there was still a slim chance it could be yours.

Getting out of bed, you headed to the bathroom to brush your teeth and shower before coming back to your room and picking out something to wear. Asher’s favourite colour was yellow so you always made sure to wear something that signified that just incase today was the day. Strangely you had a good feeling about today so instead of warring a yellow scrunchie, you decided on a yellow jumper. You ate a quick breakfast as you packed a big lunch to take with you knowing that you’d enjoy the sun in one of the nice gardens today as opposed to eating in the canteen or with Asher. You smiled at yourself in the mirror before you left, you really did have a good feeling about today.

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“Hey, it’s me.” You spoke, kissing Asher’s forehead before sitting on the chair next to his bed. Looking over at the flowers on the bedside table, it was clear his mother had visited recently. You didn’t talk to Rita much anymore which was weird considering she was weeks away from becoming your mother in law. It had been just over a year since Asher’s accident which meant it had been just over a year since he fell into a coma and in that time, the Birchwoods did little to soothe your worries. Rita stayed close at first but later stopped calling you, as for Asher’s dad, you could count on one hand the amount of times you had caught him visiting his son. “I’m wearing your favourite jumper.” You smiled, running your hands over it before looking back at Asher’s non wavering stillness. It was like he was sleeping, simply sleeping. The doctors weren’t sure whether or not he could hear you but you insisted on speaking to him anyways. Sometimes you’d tell him about your day or when life was extremely uneventful, you’d read him a book. So far you had read him four long ones. You hoped he liked them.

Sitting down, you began telling him about everything you had done yesterday, laughing at your own jokes as he lay, sleeping. Blinking away a tear, you decided you’d get a coffee in the hopes that there’d be some sort of reaction to your eventful Wednesday story by the time you got back or at least a compliment on your jumper.

“Stupid stupid stupid machine.” You cursed, practically kicking the coffee machine as it wirred to life for a moment before dying again.

“Woah, three kicks, you must be in a bad mood.”

Quickly spinning on your heels, you were met by a familiar looking man with a small smile on his face as he looked down at you. You recognised the inky black locs which were tied back out of his face. You had definitely seen him before.

“I mean usually you just go with two and then storm off” he added “I only notice because there isn’t much else going on around here.” He tried to joke, gesturing to the rest of the quiet coma ward you both found yourselves in.

“Sorry, do I know you?” You questioned.

“I’m Loki” he introduced himself, offering his hand “I see you around here a lot.”

“Y/n” you replied, shaking his hand.

“I thought I’d let you know there’s a coffee shop just down the road.”

“Thanks” you smiled curtly “well, I guess I’ll get a coffee later then.” You excused yourself from the half stranger.

“Nice jumper by the way” he complimented “suits you, like sunshine, honey, lem—” he began to list as he scratched the back of his head awkwardly.

“Thank you.” You smiled a little wider, your eyes staring into his green ones for a moment before you broke eye contact and turned away, heading back towards Asher.

As much as you had hoped he’d be sitting up, thankful to be awake, you weren’t surprised to return and see him laying still.

A/N: it’s not really a prologue but it kind of is right? Right!!???!? 😂 anyways should I carry this on? Should we see where things go? - I’m happy to just start something else- no worries if you’re not really feeling it 💓

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