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A/N: yesss this is pure smut👀 I mean it. It’s mostly pwp. I really hope you’ll like it! I really enjoyed writing this even though I have no idea about bdsm, all I write is fiction and just…what my mind comes up with🤣😋 please leave some feedback and don’t forget to reblog!!!

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Summary: Steve loses his virginity.👀

Pairing: sub!Steve x dom!reader

Warnings: virginity loss, virgin Steve, inexperienced Steve, p in v, protected sex, bondage, whip, taking photos during sex, oral f receiving, fingering, multiple orgasms, squinting , Dom reader, sub Steve

When Steve leaned over you, you pulled him into a bruising kiss, dominating him within seconds, till he was a panting mess against you. You could feel his hardness rub against your core in irregular thrusts, while one of his hands grabbed your ass tightly, the other one slowly sliding up to your breasts. Only then did you remember to talk to him about what exactly would happen-and if he was ready to really be with you.

“Steve-Steve wait, baby”, you whispered, wrapping your legs tighter around him, till he couldn’t move anymore-but he definitely tried for a while longer, before you grabbed onto his hair, pulling his head back so he’d be looking at you. “I need you to listen to me, okay? Come on, sit up”, he didn’t seem happy about it but did as you said, sitting up against the headboard. You definitely wanted to see him more often in this position; in the middle of your bed, resting against the headboard, preferably naked and with his hands bound behind his back or over his head. Maybe he’d allow you to cover his pretty eyes, even though you loved looking into them….His pouty lips would look beautiful with a gagball…oh god, maybe a collar-fuck, you were going way to far ahead.

“Do you know what BDSM is?”, you asked, standing up from the bed and walking to the walk in closed that was standing right in front of your bed. The doors have full length mirrors. You couldn’t stop yourself from smirking when you looked at your reflection. It took you a few years to finally buy everything for your bedroom. It’s your playroom, just…hidden. Steve hasn’t even noticed the hidden chains at the bed spots or even over his head. He’d soon find out what everything was for. If he wanted to, of course.

You saw Steve shake his head in the reflection, making you look back at him, noticing how his palm was rubbing over his dick. “Stop that”, he dropped it, immediately grabbing the comforter instead. Hm. He did listen, that was…good. Very good. You felt a warmth spreading in your chest, slightly proud at how good he was without even knowing it.

“BDSM”, you started, opening the doors, walking into the closet and opening a drawer. “Bondage.” You took out a rope, a pretty baby blue color. It would look good with his eye color. “Discipline.” You grabbed a whip hanging at the wall, not a big one, just something to start with. “Sadism and Masochism”, with that you turned around, caressing your own palm with the whip, dropping the rope onto the bed.

Steve looked at the rope and then at the whip in your hand. His widened eyes jumped from one thing to the other, before once again finding your lips. His own mouth agape. You couldn’t tell if he was mesmerized, horrified or just curious. You would be amused by his nervous restlessness, the grabby hands, and the curious, hungry look, if the circumstances were any different. But you felt pretty much as excited as him. “I like sex. And I have a lot of sex but…I have my preferences. I like to be in control, I love having my partner to be tied up. Dominating my sweet boy…A bit of pain here and there…but I know it’s a lot for someone who never had sex.” You looked back at him, straight in his hungry eyes. The iris was fully swallowed by the black of his pupils.

“A dom takes on the responsibility of leading, guiding, disciplining, and protecting its sub. If you’d like, you could be my sub, which means the receiver of my control, influence, and discipline. I don’t need a decision now. You can think it through, I can give you as much time as you need and even if you wouldn’t want it, we could think about a different solution. There are also certain rules a Dom should always discuss with them, for example a safe word and limits.” Putting the whip aside you brushed over Steve’s thigh with your hand, feeling how much he was trembling.

You kissed his jaw gently, but when he tried to capture your lips with his own you pulled away again. “Do you have any questions for now?” Steve shook his head, making the corners of your mouth twitch. “Use your big boy words, Stevie. I need more than head shaking.” He nodded again, a blush creeping across his cheeks, disappearing behind his button down. “No questions-I don’t have any questions”, he whispered, squirming a bit, pushing his thigh against your palm.

“Okay, sweetheart. Do you still want to have sex with me to-“ “yes. I want you. I want to have sex with you, please-I just-“ “Okay, okay, that’s definitely a very sure answer”, you couldn’t stop the giggle leaving you mouth, once again kissing his jaw. He was really making your heart race.

You sat down closer to him, taking his hand and squeezing gently. “Then I need to discuss with you two more things tonight, a safe word and your limits-at least for now.” Steve gulped, pulling his eyebrows together. A little wrinkle appearing between them. “I don’t want to hityouwithawhip”, it was nearly impossible to understand his words, but you quickly shook your head.

“No Steve, that’s not for you-at least you wouldn’t be the one using it. And it’s not there to hurt. It’s to…make you feel good. But if you don’t want it, I can put it aside, yeah?”, Steve thought for a moment, before slowly shaking his head. He really had no idea what was coming, but he trusted you. Somehow your voice calmed him down. Well, at least part of him, because his dick was still throbbing in his pants, ready to burst.

Steve took the whip in his hand, for a moment looking at you. For approval maybe? So you nodded. He pulled his sleeve up, tracing pale skin. “Can I try it on my arm?”, before you could answer he already swung the whip, definitely way too strong. Without thinking you put your hand on his soft skin, feeling the sting in your whole hand. Thank god he didn’t hit himself, it would’ve make him hate BDSM before he even fully tried it. For a moment you closed your eyes, exhaling quietly. It’s not the worst thing you had felt. “Oh god-I’m so sorry-I-“ “It’s okay sweetheart. It’s not that bad”, you reassured him quickly, cupping his face with your other hand. “That’s my job. Making sure you don’t get hurt, okay? But from now on please listen to me and before you do something; wait for an answer, are we clear?”, your voice was gentle, but firm, more similar to the one you’d use during a scene.

You watched as Steve’s cheeks blushed furiously, even reaching his ears. “Yes, I’m sorry. It won’t happen again”, you smiled, giving him a gentle kiss on the lips. “My sweet boy. You’re learning so fast, aren’t you? The best student I could’ve asked for”, you whispered against his lips, making him whine nearly inaudible.

“You remember when I told you about saying ‘red’ when I do something you don’t enjoy?” The memory of your lips around his cock made his dick leak even more pre-cum in his boxers, but he nodded mumbling an answer. “That’s the Traffic Light Safe Words system. It’s there to communicate how you are doing in a scene. Red means you want everything to stop-it doesn’t matter for that reason, if you’re uncomfortable or in pain or anything else-if you want me to stop immediately, you’ll say red. If you want to slow dowm, maybe need a breather or just need to get used to everything…just say yellow and I’ll give you a bit of time or change the scene. Green means everything is alright. Do you understand?” “Yes.” There was still something missing…

Oh right.

You bit your bottom lip, before slowly sitting onto his lap. “And I like being called mommy or mistress, can you do that for me? Call me that during a scene”, you asked quietly against his lips, making him nod. You could feel the heat radiating from him and it made your whole body vibrate. God, he had no idea how much he affected you. “Yes, I can do that” “yes, I can do that, who?” “Yes, I can do that, Mistress”, he whispered back. “My sweet boy.” The purr in your voice is delightful, lyrical.

With that you pressed your lips hard against his, not being able to stop yourself from grinding down hard onto his bulge. He was trembling, grabbing onto your hips and ass strong enough to leave bruises. His quiet cursing surprised you, while he seemed like not knowing if he should stop rubbing against you or continuing-but then you understood why. Warm wetness touched your slip, while you were still moving against him. “I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to-“ “Fuck sweetheart did you get all worked up from hearing me talk? Did you imagine what I’d do to you?”, you asked quietly, kissing his neck. Steve nodded, whining as you rolled your hips harder against his sensitive dick, still filling his pants.

“Wait-I’m-fuck-fuck-so sensitive-too much”, he mumbled, trying to move his hips away. You stilled your movements, looking at his pretty glassy eyes. “Are you saying you need a bit of time? Yellow?” If you had been honest with yourself, you had already suspected he’d be sensitive now after coming, but you wanted him to try to use his safe words-making sure he knew you’d listen and also, that he had the chance to say them whenever he needed to. You just wanted him to remember. He was a virgin and definitely needed to learn how everything worked. Even his own body-you needed to do that too. You’ve never had a virgin. “Yes…yellow…I’m too sensitive, I’m so-“ “never be sorry for using one of your words, okay sweetheart? I’m happy when you’re comfortable enough to let me know if you need a bit time” A soft smile slipped onto his lips. “Yes mistress”, with that you gave him a quick kiss before standing up and stepping away from the bed. “My perfect boy. Learning so fast”, you whispered, reaching behind you and pulling the zipper of your dress down.

Steve watched you with an open mouth, as your dress slowly fell to the floor. The expression he made was priceless. His eyes are trying to linger on a part of you for as long as possible, but also trying to watch more. You were wearing black underwear, it wasn’t anything too revealing, but probably more than he had ever seen-unless while watching porn, because you just knew your boy watched porn, needing something while he touched his pretty cock.

“You’re so beautiful…Mistress”, he whispered gently, grazing his hand along your thigh. You let him. It was his first time, you didn’t want to make it too hard for him. He should enjoy touching you while he still could. “Thank you, babyboy, but you haven’t seen me naked yet”, you grinned as his eyes widened in surprise. A soft laugh escaped your chest.

“Have you ever thought we finished? Just because you finished, doesn’t mean it's over”, you couldn’t stop yourself from slipping a bit of humiliation in today's scene. Maybe you could already find some of his secret kinks? You hoped so.

His cheeks reddened, while he bit on his bottom lip and squirming a bit. “Could I-could I…use my…mouth on you?”, he asked, sitting on the edge of the bed right before you. He was looking up at you, his hands on your thighs, for a moment just admiring the work of art you had on your skin. The many tattoos normally hidden by clothes. He wanted to trace them all with his fingers. Or even better with his tongue. Especially the ones on your inner thighs.

“You want to eat my pussy, sweetheart?” Your question made his face even redder than before, but he nodded. “Yes, I want to…eat your pussy. Want to taste you, mistress”, Steve whispered, gently letting his hands slide a bit higher up to your panties. You watched as he slowly pulled them down, stopping before he could reveal anything more. Once again he lifted his gaze. “May I take off your underwear?”, he asked, surprising you.

Smirking, you brushed your hand over his hair. “Yes, you don’t have to ask today. Today is your day, baby. Enjoy your birthday”, you whispered against his lips, before straightening your back again. The happy smile that appeared on his lips made your heart flutter.

He was so fucking cute.

“Wait, could you take off your bra?”, he asked quickly, as if you’d deny him that. Without saying a word you reach behind you. Within seconds your bra fell down onto his hands, which were still holding your hips. A gasp escaped his lips.

Oh right. He probably hadn’t expected that.

“You-your nipples are pierced?”, his question was hushed and quiet, just like if it was a secret. You took his hand from your hip, sliding it over your stomach up to your breast, letting his fingers rub over your nipple, especially the metal ring. Steve couldn’t stop himself pinching your nipple lightly, making you moan. Even he moaned, not knowing why. It was just so….wow. He felt like his brain was turning to mush. The only thing he could think about was pleasure. And to please. He wanted to please you. Wanted to hear the pretty moans again.

He felt his dick twitch in his messy pants, wincing slightly at the uncomfortable feeling.

So attentive how you were, you noticed it immediately, stepping a bit away from him. “Come on, take off your filthy clothes, my filthy boy”, you opened two buttons revealing more of his beautiful pale skin, marked with a few freckles.

You’ve never felt so attracted to someone.

Ungracefully Steve took off his clothes, throwing them on the floor. Normally you’d make him fold them. Maybe pick up with his mouth…but not today. They stayed right on the floor where he left them.

Out of habit Steve covered himself with his hands, making you click your tongue. Your beautiful boy wouldn’t be ashamed of himself. You’d make sure of that. “Don’t hide that gorgeous cock, baby. I’ve already seen it…even had it in my mouth. Made Mistress so happy. The thickest cock she had”, you whispered pushing him once again to a sitting position. He dropped his hands to the side, grabbing the comforter to hold onto something.

His dick was already half hard and twitching. Fuck, just gorgeous. He’s uncut and you’d definitely play with his skin more the next time you’d suck his cock. The last time you had him in your mouth was rushed and you hadn’t probably taken care of him. Not like you’d normally do it. “Can’t wait to have you back in my mouth”, you grinned, stepping even closer, till you were standing right in front of him.

Steve bit his bottom lip, looking at his messy from cum hardness for a moment, before finding your slip again. His hands grabbed onto it, pulling it immediately down, revealing your freshly waxed pussy and- He gasped again seeing the little tattoo right over your lips. ‘Bon appetit.’ He definitely felt like he could pass out at this point.

“Should-should you lay down or something?”, he asked you, but you only laughed quietly, shaking your head. Not saying anything you lifted your leg and putting your foot on the bed, revealing your glistening folds to him. You were already wet and throbbing-and he could see it. At this point he was hard as a rock again.

Steve gulped, slowly leaning to your core and licking flat over your pussy. A gasp escaped your lips feeling his wet tongue glide along your folds, collecting your juices. His tongue dipped into your channel, before licking you once again. If accidentally or not, he found your clit, circling it a few times, before repeating it all a few times. You moaned his name pleasurably, grabbing his hair and pulling him even closer, while he ate your cunt out like it was his last meal. Or his first. You couldn’t tell. But he was desperate.

For Steve being a virgin, he used his tongue pretty good, truly surprising you. His hand inched slowly over your inner thigh to your core, stoking over your folds before carefully pushing one finger in. The feeling of your soft muscle made him quietly gasp against your core. “Don’t worry, babyboy, I’m not made of sugar”, you felt Steve grin against you pulling away for a moment. “You sure taste so”, his comment made you giggle. Literally giggle. Even he seemed to cackle a bit, before continuing licking your clit and moving his hand in you. “My sweetheart, so good to me”, you whispered, gently running your nails up the back of his scalp, taking handfuls of his hair and tugging, eliciting a moan from him that you could feel vibrate against your core.

“Use a second finger, baby. And curl them-fuck, yes just like that-oh god, Steve”, you gasped when he hit your g-spot dead on, making more wetness gush around his fingers. “Making Mo-Mistress feel so good”, you moaned, nearly not noticing the wrong name slipping from your mouth, just being overwhelmed by pleasure. Even though you usually had many orgasms and great scenes, it never felt like this. Never have you felt such intense pleasure.

Was it because you really liked Steve?

Just as if Steve heard your thoughts he looked up at you, still lapping at your core but you could feel a smile forming on his lips. His bright sparkling eyes find yours, making it impossible to look anywhere else. He was beautiful. Tousled hair sticking out in all directions from your hard grip. His cheeks still coated with a soft blush.

“Wanna make a girl come for the first time? Because you’re about to, baby”, you moaned, moving your hips slightly against his tongue, his fingers fucking you much quicker at this point, always curling into your sensitive spot. It’s like he

When the hot pleasure rushed over you, you had to grab onto Steve’s shoulder otherwise your knees would’ve given out. “Fuck-Baby-“, moaning you threw your head back. Your velvet walls clenched around his thick digits, sucking him in, while the throbbing made Steve imagine how you’d feel around his cock.

Still moving his fingers, drawing out your orgasm, Steve watched as your release and his spit cover his hand, slowly dripping down onto the floor beneath. He had always imagined how it would be to finally please a woman, but he had never imagined it like that. Not wanting to stop pleasuring you, he latched onto your clit again, ripping a loud moan out of your throat. „Oh my god, Steve, you’re amazing, baby-fuck, do you want to make your mistress come again? Fuck-“, you praised on a groan, gripping his hair even rougher, pulling his face right to your pulsing cunt.

While he wasn’t able to speak, he did nod against you, pushing himself even more into you, his fingers moving in a face pace, licking around them before suckling at your bud. Steve had you trembling in no time, feeling how much your leg shook under his palm. You hadn’t actually expected him to bring you to a second orgasm within only a few minutes, but he surprised you-and himself, judging by the look on his face, when some more of your release coated his hand, running down to his wrist.

Panting you let go of his hair, putting down your leg. Steve’s breathing was as irregular as yours, a sparkle in his eyes that showed hunger. Need.

Your lips twitched to a smirk, pushing him back onto the bed and telling him to sit at the headboard. The good boy he was, he quickly obeyed, looking curiously as you grabbed the rope and sat onto his lap.

Before using it you pushed your hips to his, gliding your drenched folds against his shaft. Steve’s gasp that followed sounded like relief. Relief finally feeling something against his own sex.

Watching his open mouth for a moment you leaned down, capturing his lips in a hungry kiss. Your own taste on his tongue made you hum, chasing it even more by deepening the kiss. Your teeth clang together, tongues filling each other's mouths. It was hot, messy and fierce.

Until it wasn’t.

The kiss became gentler, slower…soulful.

A soft kiss between lovers.

You kissed for a while, until you two were smiling too much to properly kiss, so you had to part. Steve looked at you with love written all over his face. His eyes never left your face, even though you were fully naked, with your breasts on eye level. The part he mostly enjoyed looking at were your eyes. Not your body.

And this made you feel something you hadn’t felt in a long time.

It scared you, to feel this.

So you took your eyes off him, trapping the whip from before. His gaze followed your movements curiously. “Give me your palm, sweetheart”, you said. After holding out his palm up you took Steve hand and slapped it gently with the whip. He jerked, but you could tell it was just from surprise, since his breath hitched excitedly. “How does that feel?” “It’s…it’s tingling”, he answered, still looking at your hand holding his.

“Good tingling or bad?” There was silence for a moment. “Good…very good tingling. I liked it”, his words were much quieter this time, only a whisper for you to hear.

A smile crept onto your lips, before giving him a quick peck on the mouth. “It won’t be harder than this, I promise. Would you let me tie your arms up?”, you asked. This time he answered much quicker, nodding wildly. “Yes-yes mistress, tie me up, please.”

Grabbing the robe again you pulled out the eyebolt from the headboard, where it was hidden. Steve noticed this, his eyes widening slightly, curiously. There was so much to learn about you and he wanted to know everything. Every little detail. Not only in the bedroom, but also just the whole you.

“Give me your arms, Pretty”, you wrapped the rope around his forearms, smiling at the color so similar to his eyes. Just a soft baby blue. You’ll love this color forever, always reminding you of him.

Pulling gently at the knots you checked if it was too tight for his circulations, making sure his wrists weren’t too tightly bound, before securing the rope through the eyebolt. “Are you comfortable? Is it too tight?”, you slid down from his lap, watching him move his hands a bit and pulling at the restraints. “No- I mean-yes-I-yhm…I’m comfortable, yes and no, it’s not too tight”, he blushed, ducking his head for a second.

A soft laugh rose from your chest, while you grabbed the whip again, shaking your head slightly about his adorable stuttering. “Colour?” “Green, Mistress. Green…”, Steve bit his bottom lip.

“Perfect…then Mistress will make you feel good, yeah? Close your pretty eyes for me, sweetheart. Good boy, making Mistress so proud. You're a great student, have I told you that?”, a whine followed from Steve, squirming against the restraints. His leaking cock bobbed with every movement, leaving pre-cum all over his lower stomach.

You bit onto your lip, just watching him for a bit. You could tell he was waiting for you to do something, but never once did he peek.

What a good boy, indeed.

Slowly dragging the whip over his calf you caressed over his leg, till you stopped at his thigh. For a second you let it rest against his skin, before hitting his skin and making him jump in surprise. A moan leaving his lips. He opened his eyes, looking back at you, a deep blush rising over his chest, before he closed his eyes again. “I won’t do it again, promise”, he said, making you hum quietly.

It was incredibly alluring to test his words, but not today.

Once again you swapped him gently with the whip on the inner side of his thigh, making his legs tense for a moment, before a quiet gasp escaped him. This time his eyes remained closed. “Good boy, keeping your promise…making me so proud”, you watched as the blush rose over his chest to his face with every word.

The next few hits were all meant for his thighs, after you slowly caressed his abs with the tip of the crop, gently brushing to his nipples. Steve’s breath hitched and you noticed how he pushed his chest out against the feeling around his nipples. “Please…”, his quiet begging made the corners of your mouth twitch. He was beautiful. A masterpiece-your masterpiece. Just for your eyes. And you wanted to see more of him. More of his reactions, hear more gasps and moans…have him coming apart under your hands.

Swatting his nipples made him moan loudly, pulling at the ropes, while his whole body twitched. You could see how much pre-cum was leaking from his tip, coating him with a glistening layer. “My beautiful boy…want more, hmm?”, you purred, not needing to wait long for an answer. “Yes please-yes please mistress-I need more”, he whined.

You clicked your tongue at his words, pulling the whip away. “I know what you need, sweetheart. You only may ask for more”, a grin crept over your lips when he nodded. “Yes, Mistress…I..please give me more…please”, he begged prettily.

“What exactly do you want, sweetheart?”, you asked, your tone mockingly unknowing. Steve’s next grumble was using, while he held onto the ropes. “Please…hit me with the whip-please” “where? Where do you want your mistress to use the whip on you? Come on, tell me, tell M-” “My cock! Fuck, use it on my cock”, he moaned, fidgeting with his hands, not being able to fully hold onto them from being tied up. “Please, Mistress, please use it”, his abdomen was wet from all the mess he was making. His dick angry red and pulsing, throbbing hungry. Neglanced. You’d love to just take a picture of him and hang it up so you’d be able to admire your work whenever you needed. Steve was magnificent. His body on full display, his beautiful pecks and thighs slightly red from the slaps and especially the strong blush. His hair was a total mess, only adding to this aphrodisiac picture.

Biting down on your bottom lip you grabbed your phone, using the other hand to brush the whip over his abdomen, pushing his cock away from his abdomen, before letting it slap back against his skin, leaving a trail of precum behind. “You’re so beautiful, Steve…Mistress would like to take a few pictures, are you okay with that baby? Give me a color”, Steve nodded immediately. “Yes-yes, yes, Green. So Green.”

You couldn’t stop the grin forming on your lips, letting the crop glide over his skin, while taking a picture of his messy cock and beautiful body. His pouty lips, swollen from biting down on them all the time.

When the crop strikes over his shaft more juices run down his length, even coating your whip with it. You took a picture then, too and swatted his tight balls with the tip, making him moan loudly. “Mistress-please-“, he didn’t even know what he was begging for, but when you repeated this action he knew that was exactly what he needed. You knew what he needed. The click of another photo being taken made his chest flutter. He never thought about making nude pictures, never having taken any and now here he was; tied up and starving for anything you wanted to give him and he really couldn’t wait to see the pictures in the end. Wanted to know if he looked as desperate as he felt.

He heard you putting down your phone, but the crop never left his body, brushing softly over his skin. Especially his sensitive cock.

The next slap came unexpectedly and was harsher than the ones before, right against his tip. “Color?” “Green! Green, so green-more-please-“, he moaned, getting exactly what he asked for when you hit his balls harshly. Then his shaft. His tip, again. And again….and again…

At some point you noticed tears streaming down his face and after asking about his color he gave once again a very enthusiastic ‘green’. His mess was running down his cock, over his balls and onto the comforter beneath him. The red mushroom head of his dick was leaking constantly, looking angry for attention. And while Steve enjoyed the whip against his skin, you couldn’t wait anymore, needing to feel him fill you.

After such a long time of teasing him you could feel your own slick running down your tattooed thighs. Steve would probably wait as long as you’d make him but you couldn’t wait yourself anymore.

You needed him.

“You can open your eyes. Yeah baby, you’ve such pretty eyes, did you know that? Love looking into those bright blues”, you leaned down kissing his lips gently. Steve smiled at you when you pulled away, finding a condom in your drawer. His eyes were teary and slightly bloodshot. So beautiful…

When you sat over his lap, his legs were already trembling, shaking from overstimulation. “Are you ready baby?”, you asked softly, while putting on the condom over his thick cock. Steve nodded and watched as you took him in hand and rubbed against your wet fold. He could already feel the warmth of your cunt, making him whine quietly.

“Already feels so good, baby…can’t wait to have you fill me up. Stretch my pussy around you”, you moaned against his ear, while he felt you slowly lowered yourself, letting him sink deeper into you.

His heart was pounding, chest raising uncontrollably, breathing hard. It was happening. He’d have sex for the first time. With you. Right now. He was feeling how your cunt was swallowing him whole, sucking him into your heat.

The feeling of your warm velvet walls is so welcoming. He never thought this would feel this good. So incredible. When he was fully seated in your channel, you stopped moving, even needing to adjust to his girth. Your hands slowly stroked over his chest, grabbing his peck with one hand, brushing the other one to his neck and into his hair.

When you slowly started moving, Steve’s moans filled the air, when you too couldn’t keep yourself from gasping pleasantly. “Oh god, baby, you feel so good. Can’t believe what an amazing dick you have-and only for me. My babyboy”, you moaned bouncing on him quickly-and Steve also started fucking into you by lifting his hips, making him hit your g-spot unexpectedly.

Steve felt how you clenched around him, trying to move his hips to hit the spot more often. And fuck did he manage to do that. Everytime he touched your sensitive spot, you felt blinded by pleasure. “Mistress-fuck I-I’m not gonna last long”, he whispered against your neck, his lips trailing down to your chest and latching onto your pierced nipples, licking around the ring.

“It’s okay baby-come for me-I’m close too”, you moaned brushing with one hand between your bodies to circle your sensitive clit. His suckling at your nipple, the hard pounding against your g-spot and also now adding the stimulation at your clit was enough for your orgasm to rush unexpectedly over you, nearly making you blackout from how intense your orgasm was.

Squirting all over his dick, you started to move your hips even faster, wanting for him to orgasm, too. And feeling your muscles tighten around him, he was thrown over the edge with one last trust, moaning your name into your ear, kissing and sucking at your neck. “Oh my god”, he whined, his whole body jerking against you while he filled the condom.

His head dropped against your shoulder and you slowly released the rope from the eyebolt, before starting to untie his wrists. Steve let you do whatever you wanted, while just letting his face rest against your skin, feeling completely exhausted. “Feeling okay, sweetheart?”, you asked into his hair, massaging his sore arms.

Steve giggled into your shoulder, slowly lifting his head, his arms wrapping around you, “Feelin’ amazing…made you squirt”, he grinned cheekily, pulling you a bit closer, forgetting he was still in you, which made the two of you gasp. “Yes baby, you did. You’re amazing, like I said, a perfect student…learning so quick…learning how to please your mistress already at the first time”, you grinned, kissing his cheek softly. His cheeks blushed lightly, while you kissed along your jaw, too. You stroked over his hair, enjoying the sweet cuddles.

“Happy birthday, baby.” The words were in a hushed voice, but loud enough for him to hear. “Thank you, love”, he sighed softly.

Steve’s fingertips brushed gently over your waist, making you squirm against him. He immediately stopped the kisses, grinning at you. “You’re ticklish”, he whispered, the words so quiet like a dark secret between you. You bit your bottom lip and nodded, feeling his fingers once again caress your skin.

“Let’s get cleaned up, we’re filthy”, you laughed, as he only again pressed his fingers into your sides.

Showering with Steve was a great feeling, soft touches, washing each other, while Steve also couldn’t stop admiring your beauty. Before that he wasn't really able to do that, too excited about what was happening. But now? He had all the time he needed to memorize your ink, your soft curves and small scars. Anything, really. He loved everything he saw. You were beautiful.

“Come on Stevie, let’s get to bed”, you whispered against his wet chest, while you two just stood there in each other's arms. Steve may be younger, but he made you feel safe in his embrace, in his strong arms.

He grumbled slightly, but let go of you and stepped out of the shower. After drying off you walked back to the bedroom, where you pulled off the messy comforter, thankfully not making it any worse, before throwing it in the laundry basket. You were glad to have bought waterproof comforters for your bed, especially useful in moments like these.

Steve just stood at the edge of the bed, covering himself with his hands, making you laugh quietly because of that. He was still blushing but this would probably change soon, he’d probably start being comfortable in his nudity in no time. His gaze flickered around, curiously looking for what else he hadn’t noticed before.

“When did you start with the..the BDSM…stuff?”, he asked after you two laid down, with your head against his chest. You couldn’t remember the last time you had cuddles with someone. One of your hands slowly stroked over his chest, over the redness left behind from the whip and your nails.

“Really started experimenting when I was…twenty, I think. At first I had to Learn a lot about myself…what I like…what my limits are…it was easier after meeting a few people. For example Natasha, she’s my best friend and we often attend a bdsm club-which you don’t have to, of course. And I don’t need to either if you wouldn’t want me to”, you mumbled, feeling Steve shake his head. “No, I don’t mind that. Especially when it’s something you really enjoy. Maybe I’d go with you one day there…but not yet. I’m not ready I think…” “no, you’re not, baby. It’ll take a while”, you kissed his chest gently.

Steve’s fingers brushed over your back, still not believing he was really laying with you in your bed. You had sex. You two were dating, at least that’s what he hoped and you’d go on a real date soon.

He was the luckiest guy in the universe.

“Did you have many sex partners?” This question made you just lift your head, looking at him with raised eyebrows. “Do you really want to know the answer?” He laughed quietly, shaking his head, but still grinning cheekily. “Maybe not but…like, serious partners? Relationships?”

You thought for a moment. “Serious relationships…only two. My first boyfriend, we met when we were sixteen and we've been together for two years. And the second one…we broke up two years ago. We were a couple for three years. He had proposed on our second anniversary but…I’m glad It didn’t work out in the end.”

You talked for a while, not wanting to stop, but exhaustion finally took over you.

And so you two slowly fell asleep. Happily.

Not knowing what would interrupt your happiness and peace in the morning.

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wildbornsiren · 2 years ago

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12 Days of Fluffmas!: Snowed In || Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw/F!Reader

Snowed In. Summary: Bradley takes you on a weekend trip to a cabin. 916 words Female/AFAB reader (established relationship.) Warnings: Non-explicit sex, fluff, established relationship. Notes: Day nine of the 12 days of Fluffmas! Comments and reblogs fuel my writing, likes are appreciated. Thank you so much for reading, it’s appreciated and means the most. **Tag list is done. Please follow and turn on notifications for @wbslibrary **

A weekend getaway in a cabin. That’s what Bradley had offered as an apology for the early morning shenanigans of a hike that had ended up with the two of you covered in snow and warming up in the bronco the only way to people desperately in love could. It was Hangman’s property and he had loaned the keys to Bradley, under the condition that it be left in the same condition it was found. Not quite reassured by Bradley’s snickering, Hangman only released his grip on the keys when you stepped in, promising that you would keep your boyfriend in line.

The drive was nice, a few hours out of San Diego, but still within the time limit of travel if Bradley was called in. You stare in awe through the windshield at the cabin at the end of a winding dirt road. A two-story log cabin with a wrap around porch, nestled in the midst of towering pine trees covered in snow. “Bradley,” you turn away from the view, to look at your boyfriend. “It’s beautiful. Our own little winter wonderland.” You’re unbuckling your seatbelt, bounding out of the bronco. The snow is up powdery and soft, flurries cascading from the gray sky. “If you grab the bag, I’ll bring in the supplies.” Bradley wraps around you from behind, placing a kiss to the crown of your head. “Then you can explore to your heart’s content.” Instead, the two of you end up tangled together in the kitchen. Bradley is gentle, hands wandering, mouth pressing soft kisses to heated skin as you unwrap each other, shedding winter clothes. When he presses you against the kitchen island, you hop up onto it, his hands steadying you, pulling you closer to the edge. You’ve often teased that Bradley’s built to fuck, but when he’s got it in mind to show you how gently he can love you, it’s overwhelming. And so, so good. You stay perched on the countertop afterward, watching him put away the groceries, shirtless, gray sweats riding low on tanned hips. A cup of coffee is cradled in your hands, and when those deep brown eyes meet yours, you can’t help but hide your smile behind the rim of your mug. “Shower then unpack?” He asks, easily lifting the mug from your hands and taking a sip. You nod, and Bradley helps you down from the counter, scooping up the bag and following you to the bedroom. Shower abandoned in lieu of getting tangled up again, this time under a down comforter and high thread count sheets. Once more, he’s slow and gentle, making love—making up for lost time from trainings and mission briefings. You’ve been in love before, but the way Bradley loves you is different. Every kiss, every brush of fingers against your skin, the way he murmurs your name in post-orgasm bliss, you don’t want to let it go. It's well past midnight when you wake up. Bradley’s sprawled out on his stomach, one arm draped over you as he snores softly. You sit up, watching the sleeping man. The moonlight on the snow illuminates the room, casting his face into soft shadows. Fingertips graze along his cheek, the edge of his mustache, thumb brushing his lower lip. His breathing eases, deepening, leveling out. He looks so relaxed, peaceful. When he’s awake, he’s all angles and sharp edges, coiled tight ready to spring into action at a moment’s notice. But right now? He's soft. It’s one of the most beautiful things you’ve ever seen. It’s been so easy to love him, be with him. Six months was all it took for him to have your heart in his hands. Six months for you to trust him with it. Six months to realize that there’s nothing you can’t do without this man by your side. And how fiercely you’d protect this peace he keeps hidden away. Your stomach has other plans, and it rumbles loudly. Untangling yourself from Bradley and the blankets you pull on a pair of pj pants and a sweatshirt, padding barefoot to the kitchen. You make yourself a sandwich and knowing Bradley won’t be long behind you (the man cannot sleep in a bed alone), you make a second, putting both on a plate. You curl up on the couch that’s in front of a wall of windows overlooking the woods, pulling another heavy blanket over your lap. It’s snowing again, fat white flakes dropping rapidly from the sky. It’s quiet, peaceful and beautiful. “Really coming down, isn’t it?” Bradley asks, lounging in the doorway of the bedroom, watching you. “We might get snowed in.” You pat the couch next to you. “Made you a sandwich.” He chuckles, settling next to you under the blankets. “Snowed in huh? Whatever shall we do.” He takes the sandwich and kisses your cheek. “I don’t know Bradshaw,” you say dryly, teasing him. “I bet you could come up with a few ideas to occupy our time.” “Parcheesi.” Bradley responds. “I packed it.” “I’m more of a Yahtzee girl.” “I’ll have you screaming, honey, but it won’t be Yahtzee.” Bradley chuckles softly, taking the plate from your lap, putting it on the coffee table. “Should I show you now or later, the plans I have for us.” His mouth drags softly against your neck, your fingers coming up to tangle in his hair, toying with the curls. “Sleep now, flyboy.” You pull him closer, taking his weight and warmth happily. /end

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yourmidnightlover · 4 years ago

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never go back

Summary: spencer notices how your boyfriend takes advantage of you and finally does something about it.

TW: titty sucking, oral (female receiving), cheating, dom!spencer, scratching, slapping (only one), cursing, choking, spencer dirty talk lol, penetrative sex, creampie. *let me know if i missed anything*

WC: 3,724

A/N - i'm using noah as the 'other man' schtick in probably all of my future one shots bc i can't find it within myself to create a new character each and every time. so your douche of a bf will always be noah miller. if you ever get a nice bf i'll be sure to change his name but for now this is what we're working with. got it? got it.

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there are many things that people should go back to. schooling, maybe an old job, an old vacation spot.

your boyfriend was not one of those things.

mostly because your boyfriend sucked.

it was now a fact that spencer reid himself had come to believe quite a while ago and now, well now he had reason.

he had always felt as though you were too good for noah, similar for practically anyone in existence (himself included). he was always a complete ass to you no matter the circumstance.

there was one time the entire team had been back really late from a case that took a toll on all of you. it was emotionally and physically draining. the flight back had been delayed because of weather issues in the state you had been in, meaning you couldn't leave until days after it was solved.

any time you had gone to answer the phone, spencer would be able to see your stance and body language through the glass window. you had been apologizing for something you couldn't even control. you would narrow your brows the way you only did when you were being yelled at. you bit your lip the way you did when you were being made to feel guilty.

he was guilt tripping you for something you couldn't even control.

when you had gotten back it wasn't any better. noah had been giving you the cold shoulder. he was defensive when you asked what was wrong.

and that was only 3 weeks into the relationship.

after being together for 2 months, you had gotten flowers delivered on your desk. you assumed they were from your boyfriend, reasonably so, and went to go thank him. spencer saw the shock in your eyes when you saw your boyfriend huddled in the corner with some new intern. spencer saw the look in your eye change from sadness to anger in the blink of his own.

you took a deep breath, and walked away from the situation, completely missing the way he tucked the intern's hair behind her ear as he leaned in to whisper something to make her giggle. when you got back to your desk you threw the flowers in the garbage can, not even bothering to read the note.

it was pretty indirect, but looking into it he realized it was an issue that should've been addressed. every time the team would go out together, everyone was clearly invited. you would always decline because 'noah wanted to take me out tonight' or 'noah said he needs me, so i'll have to rain check'.

it wasn't because you were a bad person, the opposite actually. it was because noah was taking advantage of your kindness.

because any time you needed him, 'noah's out with the boys' or 'noah had to work late' or, here's a kicker, 'noah had a hard time at work'. as if you don't have a hard time looking at dead bodies while he just has to write up reports.

even when you got injured during a case, shot in the shoulder, noah seemed as though he couldn't have cared less. he wouldn't even go to your apartment to visit you while you were in recovery because 'noah didn't have time to visit'.

spencer could even recall when you went out with the girls one night, spencer being the designated driver, that you had told them how 'noah didn't want you to dress too provocatively so you had to wear something more modest'.

now, spencer doesn't care all to much about what you wear because, frankly, it's none of his business. but now that he heard how noah cared oh-so-much, he decided to wrack his brain for the 'provocative' outfits you've worn. there was not a single one that anyone should make a comment about. you looked stunning no matter what you wore, so you'd grab any man's attention no matter the clothing on your body.

but spencer? he made sure to never be that much of an asshole to you. he made sure to make up for him being an asshole.

he would grab you some morning coffee like you always had before you had a boyfriend. he would make sure to tell you that you looked lovely when you were able to go out with the team. he would visit you when you injured yourself and were lonely, he even stayed back for a few days with you to help you get through it.

hell, he was the one to get you the flowers. you had been having a rough week and spencer thought it might cheer you up. he had gifted you a bouquet of 12, blue chiffon flowers because those were your favorite.

but this was his breaking point. you had come to his apartment, once again in the middle of the night, talking about noah fucking miller cheating on you.

he had done it once before when he was 'out with the boys' you decided to stop by when he said he'd be back, wanting to just be the amazing girlfriend that you are. so when you walk in and hear your boyfriend moaning along with another woman that isn't you, you immediately run back out. you run back out and drive all the way to spencer's.

and here you are again. spencer wasn't mad at you, it was noah he was mad at. he couldn't believe what he was hearing.

spencer had always liked you, no, he's always loved you. everything about you. how could he not? you're perfect.

but loving you how he does and seeing you being used as a toy to fuck for a certain noah miller not only made his heart ache but also made his blood boil.

spencer wasn't an idiot. he had heard the way the old morgan had referred to women. the thing is, noah is way more of a fuckboy than the old morgan ever was. and that scared spencer to pieces. he knew that you would only be missing out on team outings just to get fucked by a douchebag. he knew that the only reason said douchebag wouldn't visit you was because you couldn't fuck. he knew that the reason said douchebag was cornering that intern was to fuck her, too.

so when you arrived at spencer's place, this time you weren't crying. you were furious. you were angry and upset, as was spencer.

"he did it again, spence," you breathed out as you paced across his living room floor. "i was supposed to meet him in a few hours but i was going to surprise him and i caught him with another tramp! i didn't even confront him. i just- i just left!"

"cheated? noah?" he asked as if he didn't believe it at first, not wanting to seem like as much of a dick as noah.

"yes! cheated. god! i am so ANGRY!" you ran your hand through your hair, a grunt leaving your mouth. "and... and frustrated! and... UGH!" you sighed aggressively.

"and what?" spencer asked as he stood up, slowly making his way to you. "what else?" he said, his hand now brushing that stubborn strand of hair behind your ear.

"i-i'm..." you trailed off, getting lost in his beautiful eyes.

if you were honest with yourself, you'd admit how much you loved spencer. but you thought he'd never love you like that. not since you helped him through jj getting married. he really thought she was it for him, at least that's what you'd come to think he believed. over the years you had grown so much closer and grown such an attraction for each other that the other person knew about. it was ironic, truly.

"say it, y/n," spencer leaned over you, his lips ghosting over yours. "i need to hear you say it."

"god, just kiss me," you said, your hands flying to the back of his hair to push his mouth to yours.

there was no hesitation from spencer to give you everything he had. his hand on the side of your face remained there as his other hand drifted to your waist to pull you closer to his body. your tongues met fervently with covetous, passion, and longing yet with just gentle firmness that felt protecting and as if it was how everything was supposed to be.

"please, spencer," you quietly whispered once you unlatched from one another.

"please what, princess," he asked, his hand running through your hair.

"i just... i need you," she pleaded with him, her hands still tugging gently on his hair. "please," you put your foreheads together, breathing in each others air as you silently begged him to help you in any way that he could.

"i'd do anything for you," he whispered so delicately as if the entire team were standing right beside you. "you know i'd do anything for you."

"then do something," you demanded.

spencer took action by kissing you just as intensely as before, this time his hands went to your ass. he grabbed your thighs to signal for you to jump, once you did you wrapped your legs around his torso as he carried you into his bedroom. he set you down just in front of the bed before you began to undo his shirt, him returning the favor by undoing yours.

"god, i've wanted you for so long," he growled, nipping gently at your earlobe as he laid you back on the bed. "lift your hips," he ordered, you obeyed his every command. you always would. "good girl," he praised as he ran his hands down your now bare waist.

"please," you begged, your hips bucking up to get any source of friction. "spencer..." you trailed off.

"i know, princess. i know," he said before climbing on top of you, connecting your lips with his once again, this time much more eager than before if that were possible.

as you arched your back, he took the opportunity to unclasp the hook on your bra. you shrugged it off your shoulders to allow him to throw the bra somewhere else in his room. he finally took a breath, removing his lips from yours to admire the view in front of him.

"god, you're so beautiful," he growled before placing gentle but eager kisses along the tops of your breasts, massaging the one his mouth wasn't on.

he pressed his knee between your legs, allowing you to buck your hips up to get that release you wanted so bad. you whined as he took your nipple in his mouth, his tongue flicking past it rapidly as he occasionally nibbled on it gently.

"spen-spencer," you ran your hands through his hair, tugging gently on the roots.

"mmm," he sat his head up, trailed kisses up your throat. "god, i love you so much."

"i-i love you," you moaned, pulling his head up to connect your lips together. "i love you so so much."

"i'm so glad to hear that," he huffed a sigh of relief. "because otherwise it'd be awkward when i did this," he began trailing kisses down your body, leading down towards your center. "i'll show you what it's like to be with a man that actually loves and respects you, yea? show you what it feels like to actually be pleased by a man? what it's like to be with a real man?" he teased.

his fingers trailed around your entrance, gathering your arousal that'd been building for what felt like ages. he pressed gentle kisses around your pussy before finally connecting his lips with your clit, a low groan emitting from your body because of the contact.

"yes, please," you shot your head back, relishing in the feeling of the direct skin contact.

"hey," spencer slapped your thigh, your head shot back up to see him between your legs, a truly beautiful sight that you'd never get tired of. "eyes on me," he demanded before going back down on you, not breaking eye contact as he brought out sounds from you that you weren't even sure you could make. "talk to me, princess. let me know how it feels."

"fe-feels so good," you sighed, taking your breasts in your hands and massaging them. "i-i can-can't even think," you stuttered out, too caught up in the pleasure to form a coherent sentence.

you had felt so good as he sucked on your clit, succeeding in bringing you closer to the edge than noah ever has, but when he inserted two fingers into your entrance...

"oh my fuck!" your hands shot down to grab onto his locks, pushing him further into your body, a low groan leaving him.

his fingers didn't stop their work. he curled them at just the right spot, sending you flying over the edge. spencer used his free hand to grab onto your thigh to keep them from closing in completely on his head, still working you through your high. he placed a kiss on your clit once more before he brought his head up to you, connecting your lips passionately.

"could noah ever make you come like that? huh? could he make you feel so good you could barely even think?" he grabbed your chin in his hands, holding it in place to look at him as you shook your head the best you could. "no?"

"mm-mm," you tried to shake your head 'no' once more.

"did you think of him while i was going down on you? were you thinking about how he fucked that little tramp?" he asked harshly, you shook your head 'no' again. "oh, what were you thinking, princess?" he finally released your face so you could speak.

"ab-about how well you know my body. about how, how good you looked between my legs. about how much i love you," you replied quickly, knowing exactly what to say.

"right answer," he connected your lips once more. "what do you want, love?" he asked, peppering soft kisses along your jaw where his hands once held your throat firmly.

"you. i-i want you in-inside me," you swallowed, your hand finding his and pulling it up to your lips to press a kiss to it, then another, then another, then another. "please, doctor?" you used your best puppy dog eyes you knew he couldn't resist.

"god, call me that again," he rasped lowly.

"what... doctor?" you took his hand and started sucking on his fingers, letting them slip in and out slowly and then moving onto the next.

"fuck, yes," he growled as he pressed another kiss to your lips before lining himself up at your center. "are you sure, princess?" he traced your jaw with the fingers you were previously sucking on.

"yes, sir," you nodded. "i'm sure."

you felt him slowly push inside of you slowly to allow you to adjust to his size. you had your suspicions of how big he was, but feeling him inside of you made it all much more real.

"fuck, you're so tight," he moaned into your ear quietly as he slowly pulled back out, going in just as slow.

"sp-spence-"

"wrong," he slapped your face gently, a whimper leaving your lips before he grasped your face to make you look him in the eyes.

"doc-doctor," you corrected yourself.

"good girl," he said, feeling your pussy clench from the praise. "oh you like that?" he felt it again. "maybe you just like hearing me talk, yea?" his pace began picking up slowly. "you like hearing how this pussy makes me feel? how tight... and warm... and wet it is?"

"u--uh huh," you nodded your head the best you could as he began thrusting much more rapid, hitting that special spot inside of you with each movement.

"it seems like you haven't felt this good in a long time huh? haven't had your pussy pounded like this in a while?" he asked as he was catching his breath.

"ne-never, doctor," you confirmed, hands reaching around his back and dragging your nails down, surely leaving scratch marks all down them.

"fuck," he growled. "noah never made you feel this good princess? never made you forget how to speak in sentences? never knew how to get you going like this?"

"n-no, no! never! god, never!" you cried as you pulled his body even closer to you. "i-i'm close, please!"

"you wanna come all over my dick, yea? you want to show me how much your pussy loves it when a real man fucks it?"

that was it to let that spring burst inside of you, parts flying everywhere. you cried his name as he worked you through your orgasm, holding onto his shoulders and hair to keep you grounded.

"cum inside me, please," you begged. "fi-fill me up."

"fuck, whatever you want, princess," he kept pounding into you at a rapid pace. "god, i'm gonna come inside you, and send you back to that scumbag of a boyfriend so he can see that you're mine now. so he can see what happens when his girlfriend is mistreated and fucked by someone who knows what they're doing, yea?"

"yea, yea!" you whined, nails digging back into his skin as he released his load into you, thrusting it gently back inside after.

"god, i love you so much," he moaned into your ear, pressing a kiss to your cheek by your ear.

"i love you," you replied, stroking his hair to help him come down, him still inside of you. he began thrusting inside of you once again.

"don't want any of it to spill out before you get to him," he felt you clench around him one more time. "you're very responsive, princess. i like that about you."

"it-it's just you, spence. it's always been you," you pulled him in for another kiss.

this one was full of passion but not the kind of eagerness. it was full of desire and longing, pent up emotions flowing out into one another fluidly.

"now let me go see my soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend," you huffed as he pulled out of you, wincing from the overstimulation. "i'll see you later?"

"i'll see you later," he pressed a kiss to your forehead before helping you gather your clothes.

driving back to his apartment, you felt rather giddy with yourself. should you have felt bad? absolutely not. he's a manipulative asshole who's used you for sex on numerous occasions, so he deserved the bittersweet irony of what was coming to him.

*get it, coming to him? lol i'm sorry i had to :)*

you knocked on the door softly, greeted by a rather chipper noah who grabbed your face as soon as he saw you, connecting your lips. his kiss was nothing like spencer's. his lips weren't as soft and tentative. they weren't plump and round, they were harsh and rough and unpleasant.

he quickly led you to the bedroom, not to your surprise. he sat down on the bed, you straddled his hips, acting as if it were spencer instead - which was pretty hard to do after knowing what he was like in the sack.

you felt his boner through his pants quickly after you got on top of him. then when he flipped you over and pulled your pants and underwear down, he was met with a surprise.

"someone's excited to see me," he chuckled before licking a thick stripe from your slit to clit, very aggressive to where it almost hurt to have the pressure. "god you taste so good, doll."

he continued at this for a while, inserting his tongue to your hole very once in a while and licking up yours and spencer's arousal with it. you faked your moans and whimpers as his ministrations became more eager, not really getting you anywhere.

after he was finished with your turn - no, he didn't even make you cum - he laid back on the bed as if he were waiting for you to get on top of him again.

"actually," you stood up from the bed, pulling up your clothes with you. "i'm done with this. we're over."

you watched his face as he took in the information just released to him. it changed from surprised and shocked, to confused, to disgusted, to angry and frustrated.

"what the fuck?" he sat up from the bed, a disgruntled look on his face. "you wait until after you cum to tell me this?" he walked over to you, arms flailing in the air.

"yea. i did. and by the way, i didn't cum," you informed him. "that's something you've never really been good at making me do. although i'm not sure how you've been able to convince me to do anything with the way you treat me."

"what do you mean? i'm a good gu-"

"shut up for one second, please," you rolled your eyes, running your hand through your hair. "i know you've cheated on me numerable times. i stayed because i thought that maybe there was a reason, but i've come to realize that i was just... settling with you," you shrugged.

"you've treated me like crap since this 'relationship' started and i'm tired of it. i know someone who not only treats me with respect and kindness, but can also actually make me cum. shocker," you chuckled.

"who is this asshole? what the hell-"

"i wasn't finished, sweetie," you spat out viciously. "he's not an asshole. you're the asshole. you're the one that's getting dumped. so this is goodbye," you turned around to walk out of his room before leaving him with one more thought. "how did his cum taste with mine?" you tilted your head innocently, smiling at his shocked face as he realized what you meant before walking out.

and you were never more glad that you didn't have to go back to him anymore.

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rebelwrites · 4 years ago

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Let’s Get Out Of Here (NSFW)

Clay Spenser x Reader

A/N REBEL SMUT IS BACK 😜

Warnings: I think it’s just unprotected sex

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He knew what he was doing when he came strolling into the pub, straight from hitting the gym, wearing that tight shirt. He was playing a game and you were falling for it. Just like you did every single time but things never happened because one or both of you got far too drunk and ended up staggering back home. But not tonight, you were determined to get the taste of the golden boy.

So here you were leaning against the bar chatting to Jase, but got completely distracted as Clay walked in, with that god damn smirk on his face that always made you weak at the knees. And the bastard had the audacity to wink at you, sending your brain into a frenzy.

“Earth to Y/N” Jason laughed waving his hand in front of your face bringing you back to reality. “You back with us, we lost you there for a moment kiddo”

“Yeah, yeah I’m back” you nodded as you looked away from Clay and back to Jase.

That was another reason nothing had happened between you and Clay, you were deemed off limits. The first day you hung around with the guys he made it very clear you were off limits. Which sucked but you knew he was just following your dads wishes and protecting you, but it was a bit of a buzzkill with someone who you saw as an Uncle basically cock blocked you from the start.

“What were you staring at anyway?” He asked standing next to you following your gaze to a certain blonde. “Oh should have known, anything I should be worried about?”

“Nah” you laughed knocking the shot back “Well not yet anyway, just close your eyes, don’t watch me tonight or something. I’m done playing games.

“Wondered when you’d grow some balls kiddo” Jase laughed as he kissed the top of your head “Knew something would happen between you two, I’ve seen it bubbling away for the last few months now”

“So you aren’t gonna go into protective dad mode?” You asked, raising your brow at him.

“Like you said, I just won’t look, can’t do anything if I can’t see” he laughed “Go get him tiger”

You couldn’t help but laugh to yourself as you grabbed the tray of shots and your beer before heading over to the pool table where the rest of the guys were.

“Fear not the life of the party has landed” you grinned, placing the shots down on the pool table.

“But I’m already here Princess” Clay smirked, winking at you again as he reached for his shot.

“Fuck you Blondie” you grinned, knocking the shot back.

“I mean you could but I don’t think you could handle me” he laughed making you roll your eyes.

“More like you couldn’t handle me pretty boy” you winked, slapping his chest before wandering over to Sonny.

You had a plan and it was going to work this time, you were going to tease the fuck out of him until he caved. So you purposely position yourself on the pool table as you racked the balls up, your ass in his eyeline. A small smirk appeared on your face as you heard Brock say something about him staring and having a death wish.

Looking up Sonny shook his head at you laughing. He knew what you were doing, he always knew and loved watching things play out as it meant he had more ammo to throw at Clay.

As the night went on, Clay didn’t take the bait anymore and it was starting to annoy you now so you upped your game as you learn forward to take your shot, looking up from the pool cue, you locked eyes with him, slowly running your tongue over your bottoms lip before pulling it between your teeth. You didn’t know if your eyes were playing tricks on you but you swore his eyes darkened with lust and he gulped but you couldn’t say for sure.

But you weren't giving up, all you had to do was keep giving him the look whilst biting your lip and he would be putty in your hands. It also helped the dirty thoughts you were thinking as you ran your eyes over his body.

Just like you thought, it didn’t take long for him to cave as the moment you had finished the game of pool, he grabbed your wrist pulling you into his body, backing you into the wall behind you. The moment your back hit the wall you heard Sonny wolf whistle but you blocked him out only focusing on the feeling of Clay’s body pressed against you making you bite your lip again.

Your whole body was tingling and felt like it was on fire as he pinned your arms above your head, dropping his face so his lips were only inches away from yours, he was so close you could smell the beer on his breath.

“You’ve been giving me bedroom eyes for the past half an hour, time to tell me what exactly, was on your mind.” He said slowly whilst maintaining eye contact.

“Maybe you will never find out” you giggled.

“You and I both know that I will find out” he hummed as he moved his hips, slowly grinding against you, you couldn’t help but moan at the feeling, making him smirk.

Everything happened so fast, his hands moved from your wrists, running down your body until he was cupping your ass, you got the message loud and clear as you jumped up, wrapping your arms around his neck and legs around his waist, allowing him to get closer to you, his lips connected with yours as he pressed you against the wall.

The kiss was hot, heavy and full of lust. You know you were screwed as just one kiss left you feeling like you were floating so you had a feeling anything more would kill you off but it was a price you were willing to play, especially when he depended the kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth as you said the unspoken words you both had, right there in the pub pinned against the wall.

If you could you would have ripped his clothes off him right then and there but unfortunately that wasn’t an option and neither was taking this any further, especially with Sonny around.

“Oooooh shit” he shouted slamming his hands on the pool table making you and Clay pull away from each other, but maintaining eye contact. “Some babies are being made tonight ladies and gentlemen”

Resting your forehead against Clay’s you let out a breathless laugh. You couldn’t help yourself as you got lost in his eyes. There was no going back now, the line had been crossed.

“Let’s get out of here” he whispered against your lips before stealing another kiss. “Before either of us get to drunk to carry this on”

“Your place is closer” you giggled as he gently set you down on the ground, the moment your feet touched the ground you stole his cap, it just had to be done, something you always did, placing the cap backwards on your head you ran your hand down his chest, linking your fingers with his, guiding him through the crowd with everyone whistling behind you.

The walk to his place didn’t take long but the air around you was different, the banter had turned a lot more flirty and you were both itching to get behind closed doors to finish what you had started.

The moment you walked into his apartment and the door was locked you were dragged to the bedroom, and pushed down onto the bed, and a topless Clay pinned you down with his body, you felt so happy to finally be able to roam his sculpted body with yours hands.

No words were spoken as Clay dipped his head down, brushing your hair off your shoulder, placing hot kisses down your neck, instantly making you feel weak especially when he nipped at your skin. You were under his spell and was loving it, soft moans left your lips as you bucked your hips up against him trying to get some friction.

“You don’t know how many times I’ve dreamt of this moment” you breathed as he repositioned so he could get your shirt off.

“I think I can guess” he hummed as his eyes ran down your body. “Tell me something Y/N did you ever think of me whilst you got yourself off”

“All the damn time” you whispered as you fumbled with the button of his jeans. “I just hope you live up to dream Clay”

“Oh baby it’s gonna be so much better” he smirked as he unfastened your bra, throwing it across the room, taking one of your nipples in his mouth, his tongue moving slowly making you moan.

“Please no more teasing Clay” you moaned “I need you, I need to feel you”

“Mmm now that I can do” he hummed against your skin before gently biting your nipple sending shockwaves through your body. “God you know how to drive me insane” he smirked as he undid your jeans, pulling them down your body before doing the same with your thong.

“Fuck why haven’t we done this sooner” he whispered against your skin, placing soft kisses over your body. “You know this won’t just be a one night thing, I know I’m going to get addicted to feeling you around my cock, hearing you moan my name”

“Oh god Clay please” you whimpered as he ran his finger over your core.

Within seconds he was now naked, and hovering over you, the tip of his cock rubbing against your clit making you dig your nails into his shoulders.

“Tell me if I’m too rough okay” he whispered against your lips before softly kissing you as he pushed himself inside.

A gasp left your lips as the feeling of his stretching you out, you knew he was packing but didn’t know it would feel this good, he started off slow letting you get used to him but soon got the hint by your moans and started to move his hips.

“Fuck Princess” he grunted in your ear “so fucking tight”

You knew you weren't going to last long, as your moans got louder with every thrust, every move sent shockwaves through your body making you claw at Clay’s back, no doubt leaving marks but in the heat of the moment neither of you cared.

“Clay fuck” you moaned burying your face in the crook of his neck as his thumb found your clit, finding the same pace as his hips and that familiar feeling was getting stronger in the pit of your stomach, you were close and knew he knew as he thrusted harder making you bite into his shoulder from the pleasure. “Shit, shit, shit” you panted as he pushed you over the edge of climax.

But he didn’t let off, he was chasing his own high, but he was close as his thrusts were getting slower and he pulled you as close to him as physically possible, you had no time to come down from your first high as another was building, his lips connected with yours as he pushed you down into the bed, both moaning into the kiss as you fell over the edge of ecstasy.

The feeling of him laying on top of you whilst you both came down from your high was one of the best feelings in the world.

“I normally last longer than that” he laughed, nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck.

“I have no doubt in that” you giggled as you stared at the ceiling, “I mean if that was just a quickie then you are gonna put me in an early grave”

“Is that right?” He laughed, propping himself up on his elbow “wanna see how many more rounds we can go?”

“Is that a bet Clay Spenser?” You smirked wrapping yours around around his neck “because if so game on baby”

@chibsytelford @mrsmarvelous1995 @supervalcsi

@everyhowlmarksthedead @talicat713

#Clay Spenser #clay spenser x reader #clay spenser imagine #clay spenser oneshot #seal team #seal team x reader #seal team imagine #seal team oneshot

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raph-and-spike · 4 years ago

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First Time - Leo x Reader (fem!reader)

request? yes/no

a/n: I need some holy water after writing this and y’all are gonna need some too O_O

warnings: NSFW, aka smut. For the case of this being smut, both the reader and Leo will be 18 years old in this imagine. Also swearing.

You and Leo had been dating for about a year at this point. Since you had been his first girlfriend and he had no prior experience whatsoever, the two of you wanted to take things slowly. It was not helping with how thick the sexual tension had gotten in the past few months, though.

You shared your first kiss about two months after dating, and started making out about six months into the relationship. It wasn’t until when the two of you had gotten the hang of making out and creating your own rhythm, when your makeout sessions began getting heated. You’d be in his bedroom watching Space Heroes, of course, when you’d cuddle close and feel his hot breath against your skin. Or maybe your leg would be too close to his crotch, causing his dick to stand at the sudden stimulation. You’d begin to slowly makeout, which would progress into grinding against each other and dry humping.

The more you two did this, the more and more confident he got. He’d begin grabbing your ass, pushing your clothed pussy against his dick. He’d grab at your breasts, kissing the exposed valleys of skin that weren’t concealed by your bra. You’d gently palm him, not enough to make him finish though. He’d do the same, especially when you wore thin leggings, making it easy for him to tease you through the thin fabric.

It was this day in particular that things were different.

Splinter had grounded the turtles, which meant they couldn’t leave for patrol. Courtesy of your kindness, you came over and decided to keep Leo company.

As you entered the lair, you were met with Splinter standing in the main living area, to keep an eye on the guys. He sent you a cautious look

“Don’t worry, Master Splinter,” you assured their father, “I’m just here to keep them some company, if that’s alright; I heard about their grounding.”

He smiled slightly. “My sons are both a blessing and a curse at times, Y/n. They do not entirely understand how much their lives are at stake; I only mean to protect them.”

“Of course, Sensai,” you nodded. “Trust me, Leo already received my wrath for that last night on the phone.”

He chuckled. “I trust that he did,” he nodded his head toward Leo’s bedroom door. “Leonardo just finished his meditation for the morning.”

You nodded, thanking him, before knocking on his bedroom door. Leo opened it, a grin spreading across his lips at the sight of you.

“I was just about to put on an episode of Space Heroes,” he admitted, shutting the door behind you.

You pecked his cheek as the two of you got situated, the television show beginning. You weren’t sure if it was the air in the bedroom that was different or what, but something certainly felt unique this afternoon. You weren’t exactly sure what it was, and you could tell that Leo felt it too; his attention had drifted from the infamous Captain Ryan to one of his walls. You fought the urge to chew on your nails as you wondered what was up. Instead, you decided to think nothing of it and cuddle into your boyfriend’s chest.

Startled by the sudden physical attention, he nearly jumped before wrapping an arm around you. You brought one of your knees up to his thigh, draping yourself over him as your arm slung across his plastron and your head nuzzled into the crook of his neck. You could feel his steady breathing as he kept his arm draped over you, holding you close to him whilst his cheek leant against your hair. Hearing the shitty laser beam noises sound from the television as Captain Ryan and the other space heroes disintegrated aliens had somehow began to lull you to sleep, your boyfriend’s heartbeat and slow breathing having the same effect.

Before you could drift off though, you felt Leo’s arm loosen slowly as his hand went to your spine, gently going lower until he cupped your ass. His hand grazed up and down smoothly, squeezing. You couldn’t help the moan that escaped your lips at the feeling. You didn’t have to look up to see that he was smirking. With your one leg hiked up nearly to his crotch, he pulled it up further to his stomach before moving his hand back down to your ass, his fingers going to your exposed clothed pussy between your thighs. You squeaked as you felt his thick fingers gently rub back and forth on the sensitive area. You pushed yourself against his fingers, grinding against his thick digits through the thin fabric of your leggings. You gripped his plastron, biting back moans.

Suddenly, he moved his hand back up to your ass before using his other one to move your face to meet his own. You crashed your lips against each other’s, lips and tongues blissfully dancing with one another as he eventually rolled himself over you. You immediately opened your legs to him, causing him to roll his hips into yours. You moaned against his lips as he continued to grind his cock against your clothed pussy, one hand moving up your hoodie to explore your breasts. To his surprise, you hadn’t been wearing a bra, causing him to groan against your lips as his hand cupped your breast, fingers clasping around your pebbled nipple.

This caused you to gasp at the sudden contact with your sensitive skin. He quickly pulled his lips from yours, grabbing his television remote and turning the volume up louder to cover the noises the two of you had been making. He tossed the remote before returning his attention back to you.

“D-do you wanna take this off?” he asked, his voice cracking and breathy as he motioned to your hoodie.

You nodded, slipping it off and over your head with his help. His pupils dilated at the sight of your bare breasts, nearly drooling as he attached his lips onto a nipple. Your jaw went slack as his tongue lapped at the bud, his teeth ever so gently nibbling at the pebble before doing the same to the other. Your hands went to play with the ends of his mask, twirling the fabric around your fingers as his mouth placed open-mouthed kisses over your stomach, pausing at your leggings. He looked up at you, his innocent big blue’s staring into your own e/c orbs. You didn’t have to communicate; you knew what he was asking. You nodded, bucking your hips up as he pulled your leggings down.

“T-these too, please,” you breathed, pulling at your panties.

He nearly drooled at this, doing as you commanded. He pulled the fabrics off of your ankles, tossing them to the floor. There you lay, completely bare and naked for him. His hands rested on your thighs, pushing them open, his eyes entranced by your pussy. Your juices were nearly leaking onto the insides of your thighs, so wet for him. He couldn’t believe it; all of this was for him, you were so turned on by him no matter what he was. He pressed kisses to the insides of your thighs, then to the top of your mound, working his way to press kisses to each lip of your pussy.

Then, without warning, he flattened his tongue as he licked one strip up your cunt. You nearly screamed at the feeling, something so foreign, yet so fucking good. His tongue switched from swirling and sucking on the sensitive bead of your clit and swirling around your entrance. He drew wondrous shapes with his tongue, focusing on every movement he could muster with his tongue to make you feel good. And once he found a rhythm, he noticed your legs begin to shake and nearly close in on his head.

As your nerves built up, you realized that you didn’t want to cum on his tongue for the first time–you wanted to cum with him inside you.

“S-stop,” you panted.

He immediately pulled his head away from your sex, concern flooding his eyes.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his lips glistening with your juices. You nearly moaned at the sight.

His invisible eyebrows knitted together, fearing that he’d hurt you or made you uncomfortable. You noticed this, putting a hand on his shoulder.

“I almost finished,” you admitted with a blush, “I don’t wanna cum until you’re inside me.”

His jaw nearly dropped at your confession. He was going to have sex tonight.

“Baby, a-are you sure?” he asked, his eyebrows raised.

You nodded, “Leo, I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

He let out a tiny whine as he pulled you in for a needy kiss, your lips sloppily moving together as his body moved back onto yours, propping himself onto one elbow as his other hand positioned himself at your entrance.

He looked up at you one last time, as if he was giving you your last chance to back out of this. You gave him a small nod of consent before he slowly pushed himself into you. He let out a moan as your tight walls hugged his dick. Once his entire length had been sheathed within you, he allowed you to adjust to his length.

“You okay?” he asked softly, nosing at your cheek before giving it a gentle kiss.

You winced, nodding. You felt so full, as if he was meant to be there. He filled you up completely, he fit perfectly inside of you like a puzzle piece.

“Start moving,” you grunted, grasping onto his shell as he slowly thrusted.

His thrusts were slow, though you could feel him twitching inside of you.

“I-I don’t k-know how long,” he panted, “don’t know how long I can l-last,” he admitted.

“It’s okay,” you reassured, your voice weak and pained as his thrusts added more and more pressure to your core. “You can cum, Leo.”

His head rested in the crook of your neck as he thrusted harshly, hips stilling as you felt him spurt inside of you. His body fell weak before his lips pressed gentle kisses against your neck.

“Maybe next time, I–” you started.

“No, I’m not done yet,” your blue masked boyfriend interrupted.

He pulled out of you carefully, before rolling you on top of him.

“Remember when,” he began, your lips colliding with each other’s, “you told me about that dream that you had?”

You knew exactly what he was talking about. Just a week ago before a grinding sesh, you told him about a wet dream that you’d had, grinding your pussy against his shaft until he came onto his plastron.

“Mhm,” you hummed against his lips.

He pulled away. “What if we tried that for a little?”

You nodded, pupils dilated as you stared down at his already hard again cock. You positioned your hips over his shaft before gliding your wet pussy against it. Your jaw fell at the feeling, holding onto his shoulders for support as you glided your cunt back and forth. He moved his hands to grab your bare ass as you straddled him, helping your movements. As you felt yourself getting closer to the edge, he grabbed your hips, stopping you. Before you could say anything, he pulled you up enough for him to reenter you. You gasped, the familiar pain coming back as he pushed the rest of his length inside of you. Though after his first few slow thrusts, the pain slowly began to melt into pleasure.

You moved your lips against his, breasts flush against his chest, letting him know that it had begun to feel good for you.

“Faster,” you whined against his lips.

He grabbed your ass, thrusting faster and deeper. Your lips gaped against his, foreheads resting against one another’s as your climax came near once again.

“Leo, I’m–” you panted, before he thrusted even faster, sending you over the edge.

As your walls clenched around him, he found himself cumming again, spurting inside of you as you rode out your high. Both of you a breathing mess, he pulled out of you as you fell weak onto him, nuzzling into him once you gained enough strength.

He moved your face to face his, peppering you with kisses. You blushed, butterflies in your stomach as his lips finally landed on yours.

“I love you,” you whispered, forehead against his.

“I love you,” he stated, giving you another gentle kiss, “always.”

#tmnt #TMNT 2012 #tmnt 2k12 #TMNT x reader #tmnt leo x reader #tmnt 2012 x reader #tmnt 2k12 x reader #x reader #smut #teenage mutant ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtles x reader #leonardo hamato

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thatoneitaliangirl · 4 years ago

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Obey Me! Soulmate AU Lucifer 2

Sorry, I kind of dropped off the face of the earth for a hot minute there. I’m just going through some stuff, don’t mind me!~ I really hope you like this. I was planning on making it longer, but I felt like I left it off at a good place. I think I may finish off each story one by one, since I’m on a roll with Lucifer’s story, but it depends on my mood. I may start on Mammon’s part 2 soon, so you never know! Next part is either Lucifer part 3 or Mammon part 2 lol. I really hope you like it!!!

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When I was a little girl, scary movies always excited me. I would get on my hands and knees to beg my mother to let me watch them, even if I knew I'd have nightmares. There was just something about being scared but not being in danger that really made me happy. As I got older, it became an obsession. Horror movie posters littered my walls, and all other kinds of merchandise, some even rare items, surrounded me in my day to day life. But what always made my day was ghost stories. Some classic bumps in the night, others intense cases of demonic possession. Eventually, movies weren't enough of a thrill. I needed the real thing.

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"Are you sure about this, _____? I mean, I know you're into that freaky shit, but this is getting a little too real for me." _____'s best friend Monica says, holding herself in her arms.

"Oh please, Monny! It's just a little ghost hunt. Nothing to be worried about!" Her golden eyes widen as she gawks at her friend.

"Nothing to worry about? Girly, you know damn well I don't do ghost shit. That's all you, my friend, and honestly, I don't feel like dying before graduating high school!" _____ rolls her eyes, but this doesn't stop her friend's ramblings.

"You're following the information given to you by some rando on the internet you only met last week- he's probably leading you into a trap! This is one of those cases you see on HLN where the young, unexpecting girls get taken to be sex trafficked."

"We're not gonna die. And it's not even confirmed that there are ghosts here," _____ lifts up the broken chain-link fence and motions for her friend to enter.

"Wait, we're going through all this trouble and you’re not even sure if it's actually haunted?! Are you kidding me?"

"Look, if you're that much of a scaredy-cat, you can wait outside. I just want to snap a few pictures to post on my blog." Biting her lip and shifting from side to side, Monica weighs her options.

"Okay, fine. Just don't take forever. My mom wants us back before dark," Monica says, pouting.

"And don't call me a scaredy-cat!" _____ smirks.

"Okay, okay . . . Scaredy-cat!" She laughs, lightly jogging away from her friend and towards the abandoned building. With her flashlight in hand, _____ sneaks around the back under some fallen tree-limbs and clicks her tongue.

"If I remember right, the guy said it would be about . . . Here!" Finding the boarded window she was looking for, _____ slides the board up and enters the hole. She drops down into a dark room, the only light seeping in through the cracks in the worn wood covering the window. Quickly turning on her flashlight, the young girl takes a look around what appears to be the basement of the run-down house.

"He seemed to have left out the fact that my little 'tour' would start in the basement, but I can work with this." _____ takes a deep breath and scans the area. Besides some creepy old toys, nothing really interests her here.

So, she finds the door leading upstairs and slowly makes her way up the creaking wood. The leaky pipes and several rainstorms since the abandonment of the house have not been kind to the drywall and wood structuring. Reaching the top, _____ shines her flashlight around, taking in the once white walls of the family room, now covered in mold.

"A little Damp-rid would do this house some wonders, I'm sure." Her camera flashes as she takes her first shot, making sure to get in the ripped couch and fallen portraits. Had vandals and old age not did their thing, this house would have been in perfect condition.

"The people living here just up and abandoned it with no warning. Seems . . . Suss if you ask me.” She scrunches her face and shrugs.

"Alright, let's do some exploring." Shaking off her shakes of anticipation, _____ ascends the stairs leading to the second floor with caution. Despite her lack of fear for the paranormal, she still fears falling through the dampened wood flooring and having to explain to her mother why she's in the hospital getting tested for tetanus. A sudden sound above her makes her stop for a moment, halting the loud creaking of the stairs.

"What the Hell . . . ?" What sounds like a light tapping across the floor above slowly moves forward toward the stairs and ending at the door at the end of the hall. She shines her flashlight there, but it begins to flicker and dim.

"Shit! I just changed these batteries!" She bats it with her palm, but it does nothing as it fades away. The hinges of the door screech as it slowly begins to open, so slow that it's barely visible. What little light is streaming through the cracks of the boarded windows seems to almost be absorbed by the darkness inside the bedroom. _____ gets closer to the door, feeling an immense pull to open it and go inside. Her goal of capturing pictures long gone from her mind as she reaches out and touches the handle.

"_____! Are you done yet?!" Her friend yelling to her from outside startles her and she removes her hand. She releases a breath she didn't know she was holding and tilts her head to yell back.

"Uh, Yeah, almost! Be right out!" Her feet tap against the wood flooring as she descends the stairs, but pauses and takes a look back at the door all the way at the end of the hall.

"It'll only take a second . . . " She says to herself, never removing her eyes from the darkness within.

"Come on, _____! We're losing daylight!" Biting her lip, she lifts her camera and snaps a few photos before running back to the basement and out of the small window. Just as her friend said, the sun is almost below the horizon.

"Oh shit."

"Oh, shit is right! Let's get out of here!"

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Growing up the way I did, I never really thought too much about what that day meant. Though every once in a while, I find myself thinking about that house. Monica and I left that town not long after we graduated, but the longing I have to go back has nothing to do with homesickness.

"Hey, look! I never thought I'd be seeing these pictures again!" Monica laughs, holding up the small box filled with photos from _____'s old camera.

"Is that prom?" She asks, making her way over to Monica with curiosity.

"I think so," She holds up more photos of the two girls in dresses holding hands with a boy and another girl.

"It has to be. Look, there's Jonah!" _____ rolls her eyes and groans.

"God, I hoped I would never have to see his face again. Burn the pictures!"

"No!" Monica holds the photos to her chest protectively.

"Just because you hated your date, doesn't mean I hated mine!" _____ laughs.

"True. Okay, you can keep 'em! I have all these on a hard drive somewhere, so I'll have plenty of memories!" The smile on Monica's face slowly begins to fall at _____'s words.

"Do you really have to go? I know I've said this like a thousand times, but how do you know you can trust this man?" It's understandable that Monica is concerned. I mean, most people would be if their best friend meets a guy and less than a month later moves out with them.

"I'll be fine. I promise. And I'll write all the time!" Monica groans.

"Exactly, you'll write! I mean, where even is this place that you're going, huh? No cell service, no internet? It's like this guy is taking you completely off the grid, and that's what worries me. He's not forcing you to do this, is he? Cause if he is-!" _____ grabs Monica's shoulders and looks her in the eye.

"Nobody's forcing me to do anything! I love him . . . Perhaps it's a little fast for most people, but I know for a fact that we're meant to be together. Please, trust me on this." The brunette's shoulders sink as if finally accepting _____'s answer.

"Fine. But just know that I don't like him!" A smile makes its way onto _____'s face and pulls her hands back.

"I guess if you don't like him then you won't want to be here tomorrow." Her head snaps up making her brown curls bounce around her head.

"Why?" The ghost hunter smirks and checks her nails.

"Well, my boyfriend and a few of his brothers are coming over to take most of the boxes. I wouldn't want you to be upset, so it's probably best if you stay away."

"Are you kidding me?! Of course, I'm gonna be there! I'm gonna give this bastard a piece of my mind! First, he takes my best friend away, and then he thinks he can just walk up in here and not even ask for your hand in dating from the one person that counts?! Oh, I'll show him! And his brothers too!" Fuming, Monica starts to pace, her arms flailing animatedly.

"Are you gonna give them all a stern talking to, mother dearest?" She stops in her rambling to glare at _____.

"Keep giving me backtalk, and I might just give you a stern talking to. With my fist!" _____ retaliates by throwing a couch pillow.

"Oh, it's on, girly!"

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"_____, are you awake?" The young woman shifts in her sleep, stretching before opening her eyes.

"I am now. When did you get here?" Lucifer smiles, moving some hair from _____'s face.

"Only a moment ago. I didn't mean to wake you, I had just thought you'd be up." _____ takes a look at the clock on her nightstand, her eyes widening.

"Holy shit! It's almost two?" The tender moment is lost as she jumps out of her bed and runs to her adjoined bathroom. A smirk makes its way onto the demon's face, watching her frantically trying to brush her teeth and hair at the same time.

"There's no need to rush, my love. Although the sight before me is breathtaking, I'll go keep my brothers' busy loading boxes into the portal. Wouldn't want them stumbling in here and seeing something only I should see." The cheeky bastard leaves the room, and _____ looks down at her bedtime apparel consisting of panties and a large shirt.

"Well, that's not embarrassing or anything."

She quickly finishes getting ready and heads down the stairs to an argument.

"It's your fault!" Levi yells, gesturing to a box at his feet.

"Me?! What did I do?!" Mammon yells back, defensive.

"You made me drop it with your stupidity! If you hadn't been acting like a big baby, we would have most of this done by now!" The box in question happens to be the small box filled with photographs.

"Hey guys, don't worry about it! It's just some pictures. I'll clean it up, no biggie!" The two demons blush and look away, a bit ashamed to be yelling in front of the girl.

"Sorry, _____. If Mammon actually did his job, we'd be out of here by now."

"I'm helping!" Levi rolls his eyes.

"If by helping you mean complaining, then yeah, you've been a big help!" Mammon crosses his arms and glares.

"Oh, like you're any better? Just two minutes ago you were complaining about how you're arms hurt! These boxes should weigh nothing to you!" As the fight continues, Lucifer comes up next to her and sighs. I'm sorry about my brothers, _____. Would you believe me if I told you they actually volunteered to help?" _____ laughs.

Over the course of knowing Lucifer, the young woman has grown close to his brother's as well, mainly the two standing in front of her. Mammon likes her ghost adventure stories, and Levi just likes the fact _____ is willing to listen to his rants. Even Satan has enjoyed a few human books recommended to him by the lovable ghost hunter, and they often discuss murder mysteries together over text. It's no surprise to Lucifer that his soulmate gets along so well with his brothers. He cares dearly for his younger siblings, and _____ provides the care his pride prevents him from showing.

"I believe it. But, you know, brothers will be brothers," She smiles up at him, unknowingly making his heartbeat just a bit faster. Her eyes widen a bit and a small gasp leaves her lips as she takes another look at the clock.

"I forgot to tell you, but Monica is-"

"Where is he?!" The front door slams open, halting the never-ending argument and making _____ pout.

"Monica, any damage left gets taken out of my deposit. Could you be a bit more careful?" The brunette crosses her arms and scans the room, reading all three men, and assessing the situation. Her eyes narrow at Levi, making him whimper slightly and shrink under her gaze. Next, Mammon, who just crosses his arms back and raises a brow under his sunglasses. Her eyes land on Lucifer and her glare turns to a scowl. Target acquired. She dramatically raises her hand and points at the demon.

"You." Confused, he points to himself.

"Me . . . ?"

"You're the one that's stealing my sister from me!" _____ sighs and puts her head in her hand.

"Here we go." Monica walks over, practically chest to chest with Lucifer, though there's a notable height difference. Lucifer coughs awkwardly, looking down at the female.

"Is there a problem?"

"I don't know, is there?" _____ sighs again.

"Monica-"

"Don't 'Monica' me! I don't care how big and muscular he appears to be, he better square up, cause he's not taking you without a fight, sis!"

"This is ridiculous, Monica. You can't fight him." Her glare deepens, never breaking eye contact with Lucifer.

"Watch me." She raises her fist.

"I don't think you want to do that," Lucifer speaks up, temporarily halting her actions.

"There's nothing you can say to me that'll- Put me down!" Lucifer picks up Monica by her shoulders and gently holds the kicking and screaming girl until she gives up trying to escape.

"Are you done?" Huffing and puffing, she nods and he places her back on her feet.

"You are a truly worthy opponent. I'll be more prepared next time. Until then, you have earned my blessing. For now!" _____ rolls her eyes, and Lucifer smiles at her.

"Thank you. I apologize for not meeting you sooner. My work prevents me from leaving, and what little free time I have I use to talk to _____. It was wrong of me to not speak with you before arranging this." Monica looks at Lucifer, still skeptical.

"Hm, wise words and a wise decision, trying to butter me up. But I won't give up that easily!"

"Is she always like this?" Mammon asks, leaning up against the wall.

"Always like what? Amazing, beautiful, cautious, careful, caring, concerned??"

"Woah, slow down 'C for Catastrophe', I think you just come off as a little strong sometimes, Monny. Maybe tone it down for the newcomers, alright?" Pouting, Monica agrees.

"Okay, maybe I can be a bit overbearing." _____ raises an eyebrow, but doesn't say anything.

"That's an understatement," Leviathan says under his breath earning a death glare from the brunette.

"I hate to cut this short, but we should really be going." _____'s head snaps up to look at Lucifer.

"What? Why? You just got here?" His face saddens as he looks down at her, holding her hand in his.

"I know, but I need to head back. Certain duties require my attention," He pulls _____ close in a hug and puts his lips to her ear.

"And Lord Diavolo was only able to keep the portal open for a certain amount of time." His warm breath on her neck sends a shiver down her spine and a blush to her cheeks. She hugs him closer and nods before letting go.

"Alright, I hope you guys have a safe journey back!" She waves to them, Lucifer giving her a quick peck on the cheek, not really one for PDA, and they head out of sight through the front door. Monica clears her throat and looks down at the ground.

"Sorry." Genuinely surprised, _____ turns to her friend.

"For what? You were just being a good friend!"

"Not that," She sighs, and wrings her hands together.

"I didn't know his time here was limited. I didn't mean to keep you from him." _____ smiles and pats her friend on the head, which earns her an annoyed scowl.

"It's okay, Monny, don't worry about it! How about we make some tea and chill for a bit? I still have some packing to do before next week." The shorter female smiles and nods.

"Definitely! I'll start the water!" She rushes off to the kitchen, leaving _____ in the living room. It's true that she's upset she didn't get to be with Lucifer for very long, but she doesn't blame her friend. Magic is something she still doesn't understand but knows there are certain limitations.

Maybe if she had gotten up earlier, she could have talked with her soulmate a bit more, but she was just so tired. Her dreams kept her up tossing and turning most of the night, much to her displeasure. She doesn't remember exactly what they were about, but they weren't pleasant, and she's not sure if she actually wants to remember them.

Monica working to heat up the water, _____ decides to clean up the scattered pictures from the fallen box. There's no particular order they should go in since they were pretty much haphazardly thrown in there to begin with, but she tries to start from the bottom, attempting to keep some sort of linear timeframe of when she put the pictures in there.

"Eventually I gotta go through these and get rid of the junk. I don't think I want Lucifer seeing me at fourteen with braces, pigtails, and eyeliner up to my temples." She gently shuffles through the pictures, tossing them in as she goes, until she reaches the last group.

Undoubtedly the darkest of them, they immediately stand out from the family beach days and the cringe selfies. _____ picks them up, and examines them. The first few are of crumbling walls and boarded up windows, no doubt an abandoned house she's been to, but that's not what strikes her as odd. She never kept her hunting photos with her normal ones, especially back then.

Her mother would have killed her if she found out, so she would always develop them and put them in a lockbox under her bed. The last few photos in the bunch show a dark hall, and it's as if all the heat rushes from her body. A cold chill replaces any warmth she may have had as she looks from one picture to the other, the hallway becoming darker and darker before it goes completely black, the door at the end the only thing visible.

While she remembers taking the pictures, she doesn't remember ever actually developing them. It was her first abandoned house- thinking back it would have been weird for her not to take a look at them. But the more she tries to remember, the more she can't. It's as if she's blocked it out somehow.

"You okay, girly?" Monica places her hand on _____'s shoulder, breaking her from her thoughts.

"Uh, yeah, sorry. Got a little distracted is all," She places the pictures at the top of the box, closes it, and puts it to the side.

"Now, how about tea?"

The two girls spend the rest of the night packing and chatting, almost making _____ forget about the pictures. Almost. It isn’t long after Monica leaves that _____ finds herself drawn to the small box, knowing that the pictures are just a few feet away. A ringing from her pocket startles her, and she pulls out her DDD. The caller ID says Lucifer, and she smiles knowing how late it is. This is most likely his first break since he got back.

"Hey, are you okay?" Her smile drops a bit at the urgency in his voice.

"Yes, why? Is everything alright?" He sighs on the other end of the phone sounding relieved.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to worry you. I felt that you were in danger, and the pact was calling to me." Sure enough, the pact mark on her arm is glowing a beautiful blue, bright enough to shine through her shirt sleeve. She lightly rubs it, willing it to stop, and the glow slowly fades.

"Sorry, I didn't even realize I was doing it. It's just . . . " _____ bites her lip, looking over at the box.

"_____, what's wrong? Are you in danger?"

"No," Sighing, _____ turns away from the box and heads to her bedroom, attempting to put it out of her mind.

"I was just anxious . . . I miss you." He chuckles a little, making her heart race.

"I miss you too. I'm sorry I had to cut our afternoon short, but Lord Diavolo needed me. The higher demons are still . . . Skeptical about our father's decision. They've become nervous, and there have been talks of a coup."

"Oh, wow," She never really thought about it, but it makes sense why people would be skeptical especially demons. To them, it may seem like some plot to take over the Devildom.

"How's Lord Diavolo handling this news?" She's spoken to Lord Diavolo a few times, and he's always seemed like such a nice and positive guy that really cares about his kingdom and its citizens.

"He's upset, but not surprised. But he knows my brothers and I are on his side, so if a coup were to take place, they wouldn't get very far."

"I'm glad. How are you handling this? Want to talk about it?" She's concerned for him, despite knowing how powerful he is. His workload before was intense, but now she's sure it's even worse. He barely gets to sleep, and she can hear it sometimes when he's on the phone with her. He's even fallen asleep on the phone, much to her disappointment. She feels guilty every time that happens, because he's clearly tired but still staying up late to talk to her.

"I would love to, but unfortunately, there's not much I can say . . . "

"You never know who's listening, right?" He laughs.

"Yes, I'm sorry. But I can tell you that all of this will be sorted before next week. I'll make sure of it." The determination in his voice was enough to know he was telling the truth. Once Lucifer makes his mind up about something, it gets done.

"I believe you! But even so, I'm sure my presence might stir up the higher demons. Maybe it's best if I and the other girls stay here until the Devildom calms down." She's heard of his brother's soulmates before, though she's never actually talked to them. But it's not hard to assume that they are going through the same things she is, feeling the same things, and wondering how their lives are going to change.

"At the moment, any plans for you or the others to come here are still on track. But, I'm afraid you may have a point . . . "

"Well, if it makes you feel any better, I know no matter what you decide, it'll be the right choice. I have the utmost confidence in you, hun." Lucifer clears his throat, flustered.

"I'm glad you do. Your safety is my top priority. One of them."

"I can only imagine the work you have right now. I'll let you go." _____ glances at the time. It's pretty late for her, and the time difference isn't too far off from her own.

"I'll call you tomorrow as soon as I can. Sleep well, my love." For him not to protest hanging up the phone, he must really be swamped with work.

"Sleep well." Laying down, _____ can feel her eyelids falling heavy and pulls the covers over her shoulders. Despite her pleasant thoughts of her love, her dreams are anything but.

To be continued ------

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freakie-deakie · 4 years ago

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Lucas // How To: Hurt My Feelings

tumblr only allows 10 images per post so i had to use my transition images sparingly, i hope it doesn’t make the scene changes too awkward. hope you’re all doing well, sending lots of love!

Warnings: there’s nothing too serious, but there’s a mention of toxic family relations and insecurities about friendships

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Read Part 2 Here: How To: Kill an Idea

Lucas x Reader (angst // 9.6k words); ft. stepbrother!Johnny

You were a being made up of words. You lived to think words, to write words, to read words, and to speak words. You were jack of all things debate and a master of sounding like a charming smartass. Your words were always chosen carefully, and because of this, your persuasive skills were deadly.

Lucas was a being of action. He moved as his spirit listed, and was often caught indulging in whatever sins his internal chaos prompted him that day. He built the world around him with his own two hands and lived for the sake of creating his own experiences within his own days. He hadn't an interest in the events of the world, nor the stories in it. You don't think he'd ever read a story in his life. Actually, you don't think he'd ever read.

Perhaps that was why the two of you fit together oh-so-well. He was the Yang to your Yin, the left to your right. Your relationship was a perfectly balanced chemical equation. He made a mess, and you cleaned up after him. You were a mess, and he cleaned you up.

Oh, but you can always get messier, can't you?

"Seriously, Y/N? When was the last time you ate?" Lucas folded his arms over his chest and leaned against your doorframe.

"I ate breakfast," you quipped softly, folding your legs up into your rolly chair. You'd been there for almost two days straight, but your project was finally starting to take shape.

"Oh yeah? And what did you eat?" You bit the inside of your cheek, giving him a guilty smile as you twidled your thumbs. "You can't live off of those damn health bars. Christ- Put your shoes on, we're going out."

"Wait, Yukhei, it's okay, I can just-"

"You have ten minutes to get ready before I carry you out of here on my shoulder," he warned before excusing himself to sit in your living room and wait for you.

Groaning, you moved the blanket from your lap and threw on a pair of sweats. You washed your face and brushed out your hair, and with two minutes to spare, you were slipping into your jogging shoes. "Lucas, are you ready?" you asked, stepping out of your bedroom. Oddly enough, he wasn't on that ugly black couch that he loved so much, nor was he in the kitchenette that fit so snuggly in the corner of the room. He wasn't by the window, nor with the plants on your fire escape. You stepped back to check the bathroom. Empty. "Yukhei?" you called out for him again.

Your heart jumped out of your chest at the sudden jolt of your door, followed by three sharp knocks.

"Y/N? I locked myself out..." Breathing out a steadying breath, you placed a hand over your heart. "Y/N?"

"Hang on a second, you big baby." You rolled your eyes and opened the door for him. "I thought you'd been abducted."

"Sorry babe, I had a call. But don't worry, nobody can abduct me when I carry around guns like these," he grinned, flexing his arms.

"I think I liked you better when you were missing." He scoffed. "But you have to promise me to never leave me without any answers. I'd have to hunt you down if you did."

"I'll never leave you, ever," he gleams, throwing an arm over your shoulder and guiding you out the door. You hummed, wrapping an arm around his waist and syncing your steps with his. "Besides, if I ever tried, you'd lock me in your apartment building's basement and I don't really wanna know what else is down there."

"You'd better not try to escape then," you snorted.

You weren't quite sure how you always managed to end up in such ungodly positions, but as long as you were both comfortable, you couldn't complain. However, at the moment, you were very uncomfortable, and the boy laying on top of you was getting an ear-full.

He'd simply barged into your bedroom, saw you laying on your stomach, and decided that you were the most comfortable matress around.

"Lucas, I have to pee."

"Do it, I dare you."

"Lucas, I can't breathe!"

"Then die."

"You are the-"

"Most wonderful person you ever could have hoped to even end up dating? I know. What do you want for dinner tonight? I'm thinking chicken. Thoughts?"

"I'll buy if you get off me," you groaned.

He perked up at that, finally rolling off of you and bouncing over to your closet. "We're gonna match," he said certainly, plucking a black T-shirt and skinny jeans off of their respective hangers and throwing them at you before going back to fish out the jean jacket and belt he'd bought you specifically for occasions such as these.

He rushed you along, ushering you out of your building quickly, excited to go to his favorite marketplace restaurant. Boarding the transit, he took your hand in his much larger one and turned to you to quietly ask if he could spend the night at your place to watch movies and "get frisky," earning a light slap on the wrist which only made him laugh.

You and Lucas were puzzle pieces that fit together. So for the life of you, you couldn't begin to understand why everything seemed to be falling apart.

"I just can't win against you, can I? You have too many debate trophies shoved up your ass!"

"I just-"

"Stop, Y/N. If you won't try to understand my side, we're done here."

"Lucas, I do understand, I just don't agree. And that's okay because we don't have to agree on everything."

"Yeah?" he huffed. "Well on this, we do."

"What do you want me to do? Fly home to (country) and tell my family that their daughter who managed to escape their victimized mindsets and emotional neglect and finally cut ties with them has a boyfriend who wants to meet them? I don't want you to meet them! I don't want you anywhere around them," your composure finally snapped, letting a tear roll down your cheek. You roughly wiped it away with the back of your sleeve.

"Oh, cut the shit, Y/N. You didn't want to introduce me to your 'toxic' best friend either, or your 'overly protective' brother; they turned out to be completely fucking normal. Maybe it's you that's the problem."

"You mean the beautiful best friend, Soomin, that cut me off after I wouldn't give you her number? Oh, and my brother, Johnny, who slept on my couch for a week after meeting you to make sure you weren't staying the night?"

"So I'm the one causing problems? Maybe if you were less insecure-"

"Insecure? Fine, I'll call Soomin and give her your number. And while I'm at it, I'll just ask Johnny to give my number out to all your frat brothers, since that's no big deal."

Lucas slammed his hand down on your island countertop. "Like hell you will. Look, I just want to meet your family. I'm not gonna ask them to move to Korea."

"Lucas, I'm thrilled that your family likes me so much because you're very close with them and that's important to you, but please don't make me contact my family. I don't want them in my life."

He stepped out that night without another word and remained silent for the rest of the week.

You felt like a vase that held flowers but had no water to give them; you were, on your own, too much of some things and not enough of others. Lucas's silent treatment felt like he tipped the scale by hopping off of his side and leaving you to fall.

"Y/N, listen to me," you whispered to yourself as you opened the refrigerator door. "You are a strong, independent woman and your life does not revolve around a boy." You reached for the fruit drawer and pulled out a peach. Fruit was a large part of your diet when you were sad; it was convenient because there was no meal prep. Uni-students like you didn't have time to cook anyways.

A buzzing sound from your counter pulled you from your thoughts. You wiped the peach juice off your chin with your sleeve and put the phone to your ear.

"Y/N? Do you have a minute?"

"Johnny? What's up tree-child?" You hear a soft chuckle over the line.

"Your overgrown boyfriend hasn't left his room since your little fight-"

"Johnny, you know what it was like for me back home. Your mom and my dad- you don't want to go back either, right? You know how bad it was. I shouldn't have to apologise for not wanting to go back."

Johnny sighed loudly over the line. "I'm not saying you have to apologise to him. I'm on your side, but neither of you are trying to fix the situation. So come to our frat, talk, make out, have angry make-up sex; I don't care what floats your boat, just come see him. You're the only person who I know has the ability to convince him to shower."

"See, dearest Johnny, that would mean I would have to shower. And right now, I'm not really feeling up to the task. So if that's all, then I'll be going-"

"Y/N, please? I'll make you dinner, and I'll pay for two- no, three of your textbooks next semester!"

"What do you get out of this, Seo? What bidding of yours will I be doing if I agree?"

"Can't I just reunite one of my best friends with my sister for the- yeah okay, I can't do this. There's a party next week and he's my wingman."

"Goodbye, Johnny."

You didn't know what to expect if you were to text Lucas first. Perhaps he was waiting on you to, or perhaps not, instead opting not to talk to you. However, you were a being of words, and you were desperately trying to sort through all of the Korean vocabulary that you knew in order to find the best words to give to him. You knew he deserved that, the best of you.

Y/N: Hey, can we talk?

You waited and waited, and thought yourself into hours of self torment. Was that text a mistake? Should you not have sent it? Could you have said something better?

After about an hour of stressing over the message and his lack of reply, you manage to pull yourself off of your couch, take yourself into the shower and sulk in its hot, suffocating water and steam.

And then you, naturally, went crawling back to your phone.

"Johnny, is your offer still up? Dinner and textbooks and shit?" Damn your unusually shaky voice, underused in the time you'd spent away from your significant other.

"Y/N? You sound distressed, is everything okay?"

"I don't know how to take care of myself," you admitted without an ounce of emotion in your tone, only growing your stepbrother's concerns. "You know, you're the only person that has checked in on me since our fight? I'm the one in the wrong, and everyone knows it... I need him, I need to apologise."

You hear something clatter over the line. "Now, hold on Y/N. You don't sound like you're thinking straight. I'm all for you guys patching things up, but not to get back into our good graces."

"Johnny, I'm alone. He's the only person that's ever made an effort to distract me from that."

"Hey, wait, you aren't alone. You have all of us. We're all here whenever you need us, not just him."

"John, I'm either your sister or his girlfriend. The guys in your frat don't want to be friends with me, and that's okay. But I want to hang on to what I've got so I'm coming over to fix-"

Your brother cuts you off with a groan. You don't see it, but he sets his afternoon bowl of cereal to the side and runs his hand through his hair. "Hang on a damn minute. I'll be to your apartment in ten minutes. Please, stay there."

"But John-"

"Stay there."

He cursed as soon as he hung up the call, finally noticing the stares he'd been receiving from the others in the kitchen. They'd watched you slowly unravel his composure until he was rushing to pour the rest of his precious Captain Crunch down the garbage disposal. All for his endearing concern for his stepsister.

"Who was that?" his closest friend, a broad shouldered boy by the name of Jaehyun asked.

Johnny paused, looking back at his friends. "My sister doesn't sound like she's feeling very well. She's pretty torn up about- well, you know."

"Can we help? I haven't seen Y/N in ages," Haechan commented, thinking back to the last time he'd had a chance to hang out with you. It must've been the night you joined them for a Smash competition. He remembered that you were really bad at it- or rather, not as experienced as his fraternity brothers who maybe spent a little too much time practicing.

"I honestly don't really know what's going on, so maybe it's best if I go alone."

Haechan and Jaehyun share a look. "Can you tell her to drop by to see us sometime?"

"Sure will," he agrees before slipping into his shoes and heading out the door. He was quick to get to the bus stop, knowing it'd be leaving within minutes.

When the doors to the bus opened, he took note of only one person stepping off. A pretty little girl with features that told any onlooker that she was Japanese. Her hair was lighter than his by a few shades, locks of caramel resting gently on her shoulders, the top layers collected in a little white bow and the back of her head which matched the flowy white v-neck she was dressed in; jeans and white tennis shoes paired to match.

She was a figure of beauty and grace. She offered him a small smile which would haunt him in his dreams that night. Had he not had prior engagements, he would have spent more time drinking her in as she walked down the sidewalk in the direction from which he had come. The gleam off of her pearl earrings blinded him momentarily, and suddenly he remembered that he was on a mission: a mission to get to you and remind you of your self worth.

When you cracked your door, an arm poked through, attached to a bag of goodies.

"When's the last time you ate?" Johnny asked, still not pushing his way into your space. "I brought ramen and cookie dough. I figured we could do with a night in."

You opened the door wider and lead him into the living room. It was a mess, to say the least. A nice collage of wrappers and tissues lay across the floor, the occasional soda can making things interesting. The dishes in your sink were stacked as high as they could go, and unopened letters lay strewn across your coffee table. Your home had become a perfect embodiment of how you felt.

"Y/N..." he said, looking around at the state of things.

"I know, I'll clean up later," you answered, tucking yourself back in to your spot on the couch.

"I'll help you tonight," he reassures you, setting the plastic bag on your counter and taking out two styrofoam cups filled with dry noodles.

"You didn't need to come, Johnny." The look in your eyes told him otherwise. Maybe he wasn't the best older brother in the world, but he could tell that you needed someone right now and he'd be damned if he wasn't going to do his best to help you.

"I know," he soothes. "I came for me. You were scaring me with some of the things you said and I needed to make sure that you were okay for my own sanity. Do you want beef or chicken?"

Episodes of Sword Gai play lowly in the background, a low hum of a language that neither of you understood. He helped you pick up around your house and clean up your living space. He helped you make cookies, and he ate his fair share of them. Your brother, your closest companion since you were young, sat with you all night and talked. The weight of your words though, it was heavy on his chest.

"Y/N, we've always only had each other. We practically fled a country together. You know that you and I are the first and last people on this planet, right? I took care of you back in (country) and I'll take care of you here."

You sighed, rubbing your temples. "I was your scared little sister who came chasing after you. You deserved to have your own life and live it the way that you wanted. I followed you to Korea, and once again I'm your burden."

"Y/N, you're not a burden. I'm glad you came to my University. The closer you are, the easier I can protect you."

"You shouldn't have to protect me though. You introduced me to your friends because I couldn't make any on my own. Then I met Lucas, and you helped him get into NCT and now everyone there has to deal with me-"

"Y/N, they aren't 'dealing' with you. They actually like you. Not because they have to, but because you're fun to be around."

"I don't know..." You didn't want to outright complain that you hadn't even received a text from any of the members of NCT since your fight with the Chinese boy. You didn't want to admit how badly if hurt to realize that they were his friends before they were yours. Now, not only was there a hole in your heart from your boyfriend ripping himself away, but also the growing cavity from the quiet abandonment of your friends. And now, your brother who'd done so much for you your whole life had to take care of you once again.

"What're you thinking about?" He watches your gaze flicker from the TV to his eyes and back.

"I'm willing to admit that Lucas was right-"

"I don't think he was. And neither do you. He has to respect that family is a taboo subject for some of us. Hell, he knows that I don't like it whenever he brings it up. You can work things out without taking all the blame for this, which would be outright unjust."

"I shouldn't have been so sensitive though," you respond honestly.

"You know I hate taking sides-"

"You do not, Seo," you giggle. His face visibly brightens at the sound.

"Yeah, your right, I love taking sides. I'm definitely on your side about the argument. But maybe he's thought about it too. Maybe you should let him explain how he feels about it now. And of course, I'll be sure to give you my opinions afterwards."

"I guess," you offer him an unsure smile. "I want him back in my life. I want everyone else back in my life too. I guess losing him and then losing touch with my- your friends made me realize that maybe I'm rather expendable." Your chuckle was dry, barely making it out of your throat.

In Johnny's eyes, not only Lucas, but his friends as well had been the ones lacking; yet somehow, you thought it was your own lacking that had let them slip away. How dare they hurt you like this? How dare they make you feel unworthy of them?

"I've always known," you continued, "that they were his friends- and yours. I guess I should start trying to make friends in class if we don't get this worked out, huh?"

"Maybe you should talk to them about that before you go trying to replace your friend group. But you're gonna work it out. No one's leaving you. You should see how desperate he looks right now, waiting for you to come marching into our house and demand to see him. He's got too much love in that big heart of his and now that he can't shower you in it, he looks like his purpose in life has been taken away."

Johnny was always there to take care of you, and you felt you could never repay him for that. His advice and soothing words were invaluable to you. Your brother's compassion was the most precious thing in the world to you, especially in your moments of need.

Of course you made an attempt to call Lucas before you showed up on the fraternity doorstep, but if you wanted something to change, for once you were going to have to do something yourself. You had to be able to move your own two feet without him.

Your three sharp knocks were answered by the only Thai resident in the household, a slender boy with cropped bangs and sharp features. Ten was quick to pull you inside, wrapping his arms around your torso and resting his head on your shoulder.

"Buddha has sent us an Angel; we're saved!"

"That bad, huh?"

Ten let you out of his bear hug and looked you in the eye with a look of (semi-) mock disgust. "Y/N, it's been fourteen days since he came home crying and he's showered like twice since then. Mark and I have been trying to coax him out of his room for days. Please, you've got to do something!"

"Challenge accepted," you said, smiling at the boy in front of you. He always knew how to make your day a little bit brighter.

Your heart grew heavy when you remembered that his concerns weren't for you. They were for his real friend, and you could appreciate that.

You tried to shove those thoughts down in your chest as you stepped around him and started on the long trek to your boyfriend's room.

The couch at the end of his bed was a sacred place for videogames and movie nights, a large flat screen just in front of it. His desk was often messy and usually your problem to clean. His chair was a space for studying and the occasional newcomer into his room, a comfortable space to be welcomed. The carpet was a place you liked to lay when you began to think that mattresses were just a little bit too mundane; then suddenly, you'd think the most interesting thing in the world was the orange peel texture on the white ceiling. On the nightstand was an alarm clock, a charger, and a picture of you - and in it was a bottle of lotion and a stash of jewelry you'd given him over time. Even his dresser meant something to you. You'd picked it out with him at a flea market and agreed to split the cost because it was just too beautiful to pass up. The bottom drawer was full of your clothes and he always reminded you that the dresser would one day live in a space with the two of you, together.

His room was a box of memories, and his bed held the most prized of them all. It's where you laid and let yourself be vulnerable with Lucas. It's where your lives came together, and your stories intertwined, slipping from your lips and knotting together like your limbs under the ceiling fan. Promises of the future, swears of the past, and a comforting and cozy present.

You didn't think before you opened the door; it was practically an instinct now. It wasn't necessarily a shared space, but it's a space that's always been offered to you. You'd never imagined that there would be a time when you weren't welcomed there.

It caught you off guard, the body underneath his. A petite girl with Carmel colored hair that was stuck to her damp skin. Your boyfriend moved on top of her, rocking back and forth against her body, eyes trained on hers.

You quietly shut the door and slipped back down the hallway. Doyoung, exiting his room, stopped your frantic attempt at escape from the house, taking in your wide eyes and seemingly disorganized composition.

"Y/N? What's wrong? Wh-"

"I'm okay," you swore, stepping around him. "I'm just not feeling well, I'm gonna step out for a bit."

"Oh," he says, watching you scamper down the steps. "We have medicine if you need it."

You didn't answer. Your priority was to get out of the front door as quickly and as quietly as possible, not even sparing a glance at the boys in the living room who had greeted you earlier.

You walked like a woman with a purpose, fast and in a straight line, away from the house. You didn't bother waiting on the bus, instead you walked right past the bus stop and started towards your home where you would let your composure fall.

Lucas moved one of the light colored strands of hair from Yuri's face. He was propped up on an elbow, admiring the beautiful girl in front of him. She was someone he'd know for a while, having been in his Sociology class the year prior. He'd seen her every now and again, met with her, fucked her, and left her in the morning. The girl with almost orange hair who always wore white was illusive to all but him. Wanted was the girl who always wore her graduation gift from her grandmother proudly, a pair of pearl earrings.

Normally, he wouldn't have allowed the sweet Japanese girl to stay with him after sex, cuddled to his chest, her bare skin against his. It hurt him too much to think that she wasn't the one who was supposed to be in his arms, and as a constant reminder he was always burned by the temperature of her skin. She was hot, a fire that lit in his stomach and yet left his heart cold.

Yuri blinked up at him, stirring from her soft slumber. "Is it nighttime?" she yawned out. He nodded and shushed her, rubbing his thumb over the soft skin of her cheek. He brought their lips together for a kiss that felt so wrong yet so right. Part of him didn't want to pull away and crash back down to reality, the other part of him knew that the girl needed to leave while no one was awake, lest his relationship with you be damaged.

He pulled away first, standing to dress himself in the sweats and Tee that he'd discarded some time ago. He helped Yuri sit up then dress herself. He placed a chaste kiss her forehead and lead her to his bedroom door, expecting her to find her own way out of the house. But before the door closed, he locked eyes with the last person he wanted to see him sending off his rendezvous into the night.

Johnny did not hesitate to put his hands on the door (rather loudly) to prevent it from closing.

"What's a girl doing in your room so late, Lucas?"

Lucas tried to meet Johnny's eyes, but he couldn't hold your brother's fierce gaze. "Studying?"

"Oh yeah? How'd you two get so sweaty while you were studying. You must've been cramming pretty hard." Johnny fold his arms over his chest just as the color of pink on Lucas's bed catches his attention. He stared at it for a moment before the shape registered in his mind. "And how did leaving her thong with you help either of you read a fucking textbook?"

At this point, Johnny has a fist full of Lucas's shirt and is backing him against a wall. Lucas tries to remove Johnny's hand, but only gets shoved harder into the hard surface, pictures rattling on both sides of his head, the picture of your joint trip to the fair the year prior falls to the ground and shatters.

Taeyong comes rushing in from his room, roughly awoken by his neighbor's commotion.

"Johnny? Yukhei? It's one in the morning, what the hell is going on?"

The intense gaze between the two doesn't falter for a moment. "Yeah, Yukhei, what the hell is going on?" When he doesn't receive an answer, he lifts him off the wall and pushes him back against in with one harsh movement. "Don't ever talk to my sister again." Johnny releases his shirt and Lucas's eyes widen.

"Y/N-" Lucas breathes out, grabbing for your brother's arm and stumbling over his words. "Please don't tell Y/N."

"Ya know, Lucas, she just recently told me that she felt like no one cared about her. Her friends were yours, and while you were out of her reach, so we're they. How could you leave her with nobody?"

Taeyong gasped at that. He considered you a rather close friend and cherished the bond he had with you. He understood where you were coming from but it still hurt that you would misread his intentions as befriending a friend of a friend.

Lucas pulled harder at Johnny's arm, keeping him in place as he tried to turn away. Taeyong took this as his que to step between the two and separate them.

"Please don't tell her," Lucas tried. "Please, let me be the one to tell her. She deserves that much."

Your phone had been dead for two days and you hadn't bothered to even look for a charger. You focus your energy on your Korean history essays and devote your time to working on your computer.

Little did you know, this was sparking panic at the NCT dorms. No one, not even your brother, had been able to contact you. Finally, Johnny decided that he had to check on you (along with the ever persistent presence of his younger friend, Haechan, who demanded that he be taken to see you), taking the public transit to your apartment on the northwest border of the campus.

His knocking earned a prompt "fuck off" from your living room, so at the very least they were sure you were still alive.

"Y/N, open the damn door." You didn't even bother moving from your cozy place on the couch. "For fuck's sake- do you know how long we've all been trying to contact you. Let me fucking in or I'll break the door down."

"I'd like to see you try," you mumbled before a solid 'thud' sounded from your entrance. "John, what the fuck?"

"I said let me in. I gotta make sure you're okay so don't make this difficult."

"For the love of fuck, I'm fine, go away."

Thud.

"Let me in."

Thud.

"Okay, okay stop! You're gonna make my neighbors hate me."

You threw your door open to be greeted by, not one, but two friendly faces with murderous intentions in their eyes.

"You can't just drop off the fucking radar, you had everyone scared shitless that something had happened to you," Haechan snapped before bringing you into a warm embrace.

"I'm sorry," you sighed, wrapping your arms back around him. It felt nice to be in someone's arms again, even if it wasn't the touch you longed for. "I've just had a hard few days."

Johnny, who had already pushed his way past you, was beginning to calm himself down like a passing storm.

"What happened, Princess?" Haechan tried. You cringed and he shrugged, still holding you to his chest.

"Lucas and a girl-" Your eyes teared up and the words lodged themselves in your throat. "He's cheating on me."

Haechan's eyes widen and he presses your head to his chest rather forcefully so that he could discreetly pass Johnny a look of sheer confusion. It'd been the hot topic as the frat, but as no one had been able to contact you since they'd made the discovery themselves, he assumed no one had been able to tell you yet. "Y/N, Princess, what do you mean?" he spoke slowly, unsure of how he wanted to frame his question.

"I went to," you hiccupped, "went to see him and there," you hiccupped again, "there was a girl," and again, "underneath him." Haechan's grip tightens around you. The look he's giving Johnny now is one that would've scared armies away from battle. The look on his face was nothing in comparison to the emotion written on Johnny's own features. The storm had returned, the haze of anger clouding both his eyes and his judgements.

Johnny moved towards the door much slower than he'd come barging through it. Like a man marching off to war, he kept his eyes straight ahead and left the same way he'd came. "Both of you, stay here." The door slams shut behind him, mimicking the sound of a gunshot.

Haechan keeps you in his embrace for a few minutes, rocking you back and forth after the tensions in his muscles began to dissipate. He shushed you until you stopped crying, urging you to get your breathing back under control.

"I'm so sorry you had to see that," the silver haired boy mumbled into your hair before sperating himself from you. "Come sit down. Let's talk about this for a minute."

"That's okay, Haechan. I appreciate it but-" you sniffle.

"Y/N, this is an important talk we're about to have, okay? Listen to me very carefully, and after we talk this out, I'm going to order food from any place in this district that you want." You shook your head but did nothing to interrupt him. "We all just found out a couple of days ago. That's part of the reason everyone has been trying to reach you. Johnny caught him, but he agreed to let Lucas tell you. But because no one has been able to get to you, those two have been raising hell at the frat. That's why it is very important that we can get in contact with you, do you understand? If we have things we really need to tell you, your phone needs to be on so we can get to you. We were all worried that something really, really bad had happened to you."

"So it's true? I'm not being dramatic? Lucas really..."

Haechan nodded, pulling you down to sit with him on the couch and tuck you under his arm. "But listen, I know it's aweful. Johnny is probably going to put Lucas in his place right now. So you and I are going to stay here for now, and talk and eat dinner, and get out everything that you're feeling right now. And soon, that boy isn't going to mean anything to you because he doesn't deserve to take up your precious time or energy. Okay? Now what do you want to eat?" He rubbed your back, patiently waiting for your answer. He would move at your pace for the rest of the night.

"Where is he?" Mark and Taeyong are quick to intercept Johnny's trail, desperately trying to avoid whatever chaos was sure to ensue this hour.

"Don't you think it's a little early to start throwing punches this evening?" Taeyong tries.

Ten enters from the kitchen, a bowl of cheap ramen in his hands, Lucas trailing behind him, rocking the college boy couture: no shirt and sweatpants. Ten had by no means forgiven him within the short span of two days, especially not when he picked plenty of the recent fights with Johnny which promised a rather annoying thrill of excitement every night, but Ten knew that in the depths of his heart he felt sympathy and compassion for Lucas. As frustrated as he was with the younger boys, he couldn't abandon him when he had so few people left on his side anymore. Who else would take care of him if not Ten?

Lucas stopped in his tracks when he saw Johnny, slowly handing off his bowl to Ten to be sat on the coffee table. There was a feral beast inside Johnny that Lucas could see right now, and he was afraid that any sudden movements would invoke a violent response.

"I thought you'd be gone longer," Lucas admits. He had avoided the living room recently, especially when he knew Johnny would be home.

"I felt suddenly compelled to come right back and have a nice long chat with you."

Lucas tensed, subconsciously preparing to be thrown into a fight at any second.

"Wait, where's Haechan?" Mark ask, noting that the younger boy did not come in with him.

"He's comforting my sister. He's doing what I should be doing. But I trust him to handle her with care. I trust him to take care of her tonight while you and I have that little chat." He eyes Lucas, reading every sign that Lucas's body is posting, watching as he takes in those words and deflates a bit.

"You guys told her?"

"Didn't have to. She walked in on you screwing another girl." The room falls silent until Ten begins to choke on his ramen. Everyone looks at him as he turns away to hide his wide-eyed expression.

"Ten?" Taeyong asks. "Do you know something?"

Ten slowly turns around to face the group. "Do you remember that night when we were sitting here when she came over, and then she went running out the door a few minutes later?"

Taeyong's face falls. "Oh my God. Is that really the last time any of us saw her?"

"Fuck, and we didn't even know she needed help."

"Doyoung said she wasn't feeling well; he tried to stop her."

"That was almost a week ago, though," Ten thinks aloud. Everyone's eyes fall on Lucas, the boy they'd momentarily forgotten. His eyes are glassy, his composure fallen. There's a beat before anyone dares to ask about the elephant in the room. "How many times did it happen?"

Lucas opens and closes his mouth like a fish. "Did she really see? She saw me with Yuri?"

"Lucas, how many times did it happen?" Johnny's shoulders are squared. He steps towards the boy but is stopped my Taeyong's firm grasp on his arm.

"A lot," he admits as the first tear makes its dash for his chin. "A lot more than I should have. A lot more than I ever wanted to." As wet as his entire face was becoming, he dare not move to wipe away the shame. "I love her. Oh my God, I love her and she'll never want to see me again."

Mark looks between his two best friends seeing nothing but desperation and fury - two ample types of passion for you. "Why'd you do it then?" His words were soft. He didn't want to stir the pot anymore, but he wanted to know.

"I don't know. I love her. Why would I do that to her?" Johnny's composure cracks but doesn't break. He doesn't take off his armor. He was still there, at his own frat, in his own living room to challenge his former mate.

"She was the reason you got into this house in the first place. If she didn't care about you, I would have never helped you get in."

"Johnny stop." Taeyong pulls back on Johnny's arm, reigning him in and telling him to stand down.

"Why? That's how she feels. She feels like she's less than you. I think it should be the other way around. She think everyone only cares about her because they care about you. I think she should realize that you wouldn't even be here without her. How do you even have the balls to cheat on her after what she's done for you?"

"I didn't want to!" Lucas defends.

"Then why did you do it?"

"I don't know! I don't know! I don't know if it was because I was bored, or if I was mad at her one day. I don't know how it started. When I started to see Yuri, it just felt like a small break but then we started to mess around more often. I don't know how it started, but I wish it never had. I never wanted Y/N to have to see that."

In one swift movement, Johnny yanked himself out of Taeyong's grasp and nailed one shot right below Lucas's eye before the other three men in the room jumped in to separate the two as much as the could.

"You wish you hadn't done it because you got caught?"

Lucas holds on to his face but managed to stand up straight. "I wish I hadn't done it because I regret hurting her. It would break my heart to see her with anyone else - I can't imagine how it must've felt for her to see that. So yes, I regret her finding out."

Johnny struggles against the restraint of his friends. "Do you regret doing it? Did you ever question yourself while you were screwing around behind her back?"

Lucas didn't answer, instead he walked away. He gather up the few shards of his dignity that he had left, and locked himself in the first story bathroom for the rest of the night.

Haechan made you put your phone on the charger. He warned you that there would be messages from just about everyone in his frat but that you didn't have to open them all immediately. He stayed up with you that night to help you with both your assignments and your heartache, sending you to bed at a decent time (before two in the morning). He sat in your living room, waiting for any news from the dorms before he went back. He ended up falling asleep on your couch.

When morning came, he was abruptly awoke from a sweet dream by the rattle of the door and three sharp knocks. Annoyed, he pushed himself up and went to check who could possibly be so irritating this early in the morning.

He cracked the door to find a not-so-hot Wong Lucas on the doorstep.

"Haechan?" Lucas asked, sniffling quietly. Haechan shut the door, ready to turn back and resume his slumber on the couch before three more knocks stopped him.

He cracked the door again. "She's sleeping, knock it off."

"Haechanie?" You ask yawning as you wonder to his side. You didn't know that he'd been there all night and came to check the door, not expecting anyone to beat you to it. "Who's at the door?"

"No one, Princess. Go back to sleep."

"Princess?" Lucas questioned, clearly uncomfortable with the younger boy calling you by a pet name.

"Lucas?" Your mind wakes up a bit when you register his voice.

"Y/N," he sighs in relief.

"Haechan," Haechan blurts before shutting the door and promptly turning to you. "Y/N, don't let him in. He's probably here to convince you to take him back and you need to remember what we talked about last night. He made you feel like a small person, don't go crawling back to him-"

"I'm not letting him in, don't worry." You wrap your blanket tighter around yourself. "Why are you still here anyways?"

"I never got the all clear to go home," he mumbled, pulling you back into your bedroom. Three sharp knocks sounded once again at your door. Neither of you moved to answer it, instead you let Haechan lay you down in your bed and tuck you into your comforter before he crawled on top of your covers and dozed back off at the foot of your bed.

Lucas left the flowers and food in front of your door, sending Haechan a text to let him know that they were there (just in case you'd already blocked his number). Pulling his jacked tighter around him, he left the building in search of something to make himself feel better after a night of high emotions.

He found himself at the coffee house down the street from your residence. As he waited on his order, he sat at a booth and pondered ways to get you to, if nothing else, accept his apology. With everything in him, he wanted you back. He wanted to forget the stupid fight, he wanted to forget the other girl - he wanted you. That wasn't fair though, and he knew it. It especially wasn't fair that while you were with him, you felt small compared to him. It wasn't fair that he made you feel like nobody cared about you more than they did him. It wasn't fair that your stepbrother had to be the one to voice your concerns for you; you had never felt comfortable telling Lucas about your deepest insecurities when he was supposed to be the one to get you past them. He was only beginning to realize that he hadn't been there for you the way that you needed him to be - the way that you had been for him.

"Johnny is it true that Y/N thinks we don't like her?" Jungwoo asks, placing himself between both Johnny and Jaehyun on the couch.

Johnny sighed. "She thinks that you guys don't like her, but that you're all too nice to say anything. She thinks that because she's my sister, you guys are forced to spend time with her."

"But I like spending time with her," the younger whines.

"I know," Johnny answers simply. "She just," he inhales through his teeth, "doesn't have a lot of super close relationships. Actually, it was really only me and..." He eyes the staircase. "Can you blame her for having trust issues, though?" he asks rhetorically, more towards himself than anybody else.

"How can we show her we care about her? Like, genuinely?" Jungwoo asks, his simple yet quick thought process spitting out one debacle after another.

"I dunno, Woo. I really don't know. Maybe try to text her more? Maybe check on her every now and again?" Johnny thinks to a moment how much of his private conversation with you he wants to share. He determines that no true friendship deals in lies. "She wanted to apologise to Lucas for the fight they had a few weeks ago. She was willing to be wrong in her principles if it meant she could have that one deep connection back. She said no one had really contacted her since they'd started fighting. She said she felt alone."

Jungwoo's eyes swelled up to the size of saucers. Had he really been so neglectful? Had they all?

"I'm not telling you this to make you feel guilty. She'll never be honest about her emotions, though. She told me that if things didn't work out with Lucas, she would have to start trying to make new friends in class."

"Would she really replace us like that?"

"To her, it's not replacing something if you never really had it."

"She wouldn't even try to talk to us?"

Johnny shook his head. "That's what I'm saying. I wasn't going to tell you that, I don't want you guys to feel bad about it. But if I didn't say something, you'd never know how she felt."

Jaehyun, who'd kept his quiet so far, finally spoke up. "Well I hope she's accepting visitors. We've clearly left her to deal with her problems alone for too long."

"Let's go after breakfast," Johnny suggests, nearly being cut off by the ring of his phone. He excuses himself from the living room to answer it. "Hello? Y/N? What's up? We were just talking about you."

He doesn't see it, but you cringe a little at that. "Uh, hey, are you busy right now? Should I call you back another time?"

As off put as Johnny is by your tone, he doesn't question it. "For my adoring sister? I'm never to busy for you."

You wonder if he was genuinely not doing anything or not. "Really, we can talk later if-"

"Y/N, I'm not doing anything, what's going on?" The line is quiet for a moment. A sickening moment.

"I think I'm gonna transfer back home." Your brother feels his stomach drop. "I've been thinking about it for a while now. I just think it might be the better option for me. I don't know many people here on campus, I struggle to keep up with my Korean classes. I just think it's time I stop following you around like a lost puppy, ya know?" The line goes silent as you wait for his response. "Hello?" You wait. "John?"

"No." His answer is simple and definite.

"What do you mean 'no?'"

"I mean you're not leaving just because you're insecure. You and I both know you're doing wonderfully in your classes this semester. Why would you leave that behind? Because a boy cheated on you? Because you think no one wants to care about you? You're not leaving Korea."

"I wasn't asking. I was just letting you know." Johnny feels his heart break for you.

"On purpose! I care about you on purpose. We all care about you on purpose. Why do you keep trying to take yourself away from us?"

"You shouldn't have to care-"

"You think it's up to you if I care about you or not? That's not your decision. And it's not your decision whether or not the rest of NCT cares for you either. Why are you so hard headed?" Johnny groans loudly into the mic.

"I'm not enough of anything to be cared about."

"Shut up." He promptly hung up and grabbed his jacket.

Your tiny apartment wasn't really made to accommodate many people at once, but the five overgrown boys standing on your doorstep pushed their way into your apartment and made it work.

"Let's take a vote," is the first thing out of your stepbrother's mouth as soon as he crosses the threshold. "All in favor of Y/N transferring say 'aye.'" A silence falls over the boys. "All opposed say no."

"No," Jungwoo is the first to speak.

"No," Jaehyun is quick to follow.

"No," Ten says sternly.

"No," Taeyong adds.

"You have been unanimously voted to keep your ass in Korea and the court rules in favor of putting a bounty on you if you try to escape."

"Wait, wait, wait," you finally get out. "This isn't a democracy; your vote is irrelevant."

"Y/N, why do you want to leave so badly?" Ten asks, crossing his arms and leaning against your island.

"I have to learn to take care of myself. I can't depend on Johnny or Lucas to do that for me anymore."

"Is this really what you think is best for you?" Jaehyun asks, a tinge of guilt in his words.

"I don't know, I guess we'll find out in five weeks when the semester ends in December."

Lucas pressed his palms into his eyes, temporarily making himself see stars. It was cold, a thin layer of snow covering the ground and buildings outside. There was a blanket thrown over his shoulders but it did nothing for the morbid freeze that so deeply effected his mood.

It was midnight when he woke up. Really, he no longer had a desire to eat, and he couldn't make himself sleep anymore lest he grow physically sick. He was left to wallow in his thoughts as he stared out his window, watching the snow fall so peacefully.

"Did I do this?" He asks himself. "She's leaving because of me? Was it me who made her feel so small compared to everyone else? Was it me who made her feel so small compared to Yuri?"

He'd stopped seeing her, his fling. He came to realize that there was a hole in his heart that she could never fill. When he had you, perhaps Yuri was a fun toy to play with on the side. When you were stripped away from him and his sense of comfort was taken from him, he no longer wanted to play with her.

He tried not to contact you. He didn't deserve your time - but he wanted it.

He found himself standing outside of your apartment at one in the morning on a freezing December night. Public transport, if it even ran in this weather, had been closed for the night. There were no students wondering the campus either. He braved the elements alone.

Three sharp knocks. They weren't particularly loud. If you were asleep, he wanted you to remain asleep. But if you weren't, he needed to see you. He wanted to hold you, and kiss you, and love you; he needed to see you. You weren't his toy, you weren't his game - you were his survival, his comfort, his energy, his breath.

"Lucas? What are you wearing? It's snowing out there, are you crazy?"

"Please don't leave."

"Isn't it a little late in the night to be talking about college transfers?"

"Please don't leave me."

You'd seen Lucas cry about a lot of things. For such a physically built man, he was very emotional. He cries when he stubs his toe. He cries when he sees a dead animal on the road. He cries when he laughs to hard. He cries when he's drunk and misses you, no matter how close you might be. He cries over a plethora of movies from sad romcoms to cheesey action movies. Never have you ever seen Lucas sob. He was hysterical and unfiltered, and still in the middle of the hallway.

"Come in, Lucas. It's okay, come in." He steps inside, wiping his runny nose of his sleeve.

"Please don't leave me," he repeats. "I'll be better, I'll do better. I know you deserve so much more than me but please let me be selfish and keep you."

"You'll be better without me," you reassure.

Lucas out himself on his knees in front of you, his hand reaching out unsteadily to hold yours. "Please, Y/N. Please. I'm sorry. God, I'm so sorry. If I could take it all back, I would. I swear I would. I hate myself for ruining what we had."

"It's okay, Lucas." You cradled his head to your waist and shushed him, letting his arms wrap around your legs. "It's okay. I wasn't enough and that's okay. You needed something else, that's okay. I wish I would have know, sure. I wish maybe you would have told me that I wasn't enough, but I understand why you did it."

"No, no, Y/N. No, that's not right at all. You were perfect - too perfect, and I wasn't enough of a man to cherish that. I'm not a man without you. I'm a scared little boy. Y/N, please, I love you."

You shush him and run your fingers through his hair until he calms down a bit.

"Lucas?" You ask softly. He hums in response. "Did we ever break up?" You feel his entire body tighten around you as he tensed. He pressed his face harder against your abdomen and cries harder."I'm not going to end it with you," you sigh, "I can't live on my own, you know that better than anyone. I'm so tired of being alone. I need you too."

"I don't have the words to describe you. I'm trying, but I don't know how to tell you what I feel right now."

"Then don't tell me in words."

"You know, I have really hated your life decisions lately." Johnny quips from the driver's seat. "I hate that you're studying abroad for an entire semester. I detest that you got back with your ex, and I am repulsed by the fact that you're wearing sandals in December. Your decisions just suck."

"But I'm making them," you smile at him. "It's only a few months, I'll be back from Bordeaux before you know it."

"I'm glad you're going to France instead of going home. For a minute there, I thought you'd really gone off the deep end."

"Thank you for talking me down from that."

"I really wouldn't have let you go, you know. I would not be driving you to the airport if I wasn't one hundred percent sure that you're going to France."

"Thank you."

"We're going to miss you, Y/N. All of us, we really are." You thank him and offer a warm smile.

"Are you sure you can take care of Lucas while I'm gone? Without killing him?"

Something serious flashes in Johnny's eyes for a second. "I will never see him the same. I hate that you forgave him. But it's your life, and I support you."

"He and I both had to change a lot over the last couple of months. He had to learn to cherish someone that he so often took for granted. He knows now what he did to me, he's made effort to change and I've forgiven him. I had to learn to cherish the people in my life too. I had to learn how to accept that I'm cared for. No body is perfect, but both of us are trying to be good."

"If you've both changed so much, are you still both the perfect opposites?"

"I don't know. I don't think so. I don't think I'm the same person I was before the fight."

"Oh yeah? What about him?"

"Hardly." Johnny hummed in acknowledgement. "I think maybe, he's the word now. He's an idea, an emotion. It's my turn to be the action. I get to live my life for me, now."

"You've always been strong," Johnny adds, pulling into the airport parking garage. "I'm glad you finally realized it."

"I'll be back in June," you remind. "I'll come back stronger than I've ever been before. I'll be able to do things for myself."

"We'll all be waiting for you. Six months?"

"Six months."

"I can't wait to meet you again in six months."

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Odin’s Ward ~ Chapter 9

Link to previous part: https://bonjour-rainycity.tumblr.com/post/637789805440368640/odins-ward-chapter-8

Pairing: Loki x female reader

Word count: 5473 (wow I’m so sorry)

Warnings: None

Y/n: 18 // Loki: 20 // Thor: 24

Y/n’s POV

Loki and I do our best to make the remaining days count. He does as promised and keeps me in his bed as much as he can. When we are absolutely required to be somewhere, we attend together if possible and rush through our events if we must be separated. Every moment we spend together only does more to convince me that leaving him could be my undoing. I just can’t fathom seeing my best friend every day for half my life only to suddenly have him ripped away from me.

The sun is just beginning to rise. Normally, I would enjoy the sunrise, as it is a thing of beauty, but today, it may as well be an axe swinging to sever my head; today is the day I leave.

Loki’s arm pulls tighter around my waist. I wonder if he slept. I barely did, and not for sexy reasons. The dread kept us up most of the night, leaving very little energy for intimacy. Still, it was wonderful to spend my last night here in his arms. I know even at this early point in my life, that I will cherish him forever.

As long as I live, I will never love another as much as I love him.

Sighing, I turn to look into his eyes. We can ignore the day no longer. After a moment, Loki leans forward to kiss my forehead.

“Let’s get dressed. There’s something I want to show you.”

Confused but willing, I am soon dressed in what I wore yesterday. I’ll have to change into something more formal before I go to meet Father, I remind myself, doing my best not to cringe at the quickly approaching reunion.

I expect Loki to reach for me so we can teleport to wherever he wants to go, but instead, he offers his arm and we begin a slow and silent walk through the castle. The world is still asleep, save for a handful of servants rushing to get the palace ready for the day. They bow quickly to Loki as they go along but otherwise avoid eye contact, knowing better than to stare at the prince escorting a woman so early in the morning.

“Does it bother you that they don’t bow to you as well?” Loki’s sudden question breaks the heavy silence.

“No,” I answer honestly, having considered this before today. “I haven’t done anything to earn their respect. I don’t employ them, I don’t protect them, and I don’t command them. Why should they show deference to me?”

Loki lets out an odd sound, halfway between a scoff and a growl. “They should. You are the chosen of an Asgardian Prince.”

I stop walking and turn to give him a soft smile, doing my best to keep the sadness out of my eyes. “Not officially.”

He places a hand on my cheek sweetly, but there is regret in his voice. “Would that I could, Darling.”

“I don’t doubt you. I never have, and I never will.” The words leave my mouth without thought. For some reason, I just know he needs to hear this. And besides, it’s true.

A strange mixture of relief, love, and pain colors his face, although he is quick to mask it with a pleasant expression and a kiss on my hand.

We resume walking and are soon in a sort of attic located in one of the castle’s turrets. Loki releases my arm in favor of grabbing my hand and pulls me deep into what seems to be a storage room. He stops before an unassuming object hidden amongst the clutter.

“An old painting?” Surely he must understand my confusion. It’s just a shabby painting of a dusty blue door.

Loki grins with a hint of that trademark mischief and my stomach flutters. Not taking his eyes from mine, he reaches straight into the painting and pulls on the handle of the door.

“An old, magic painting,” I smile, catching on.

Loki’s grin does not last long, and apprehension gnaws at me. Why is he showing me this?

“Loki?”

He exhales loudly, running a hand over his face, and it becomes apparent that he does not wish to say what he has planned.

But he does.

“Y/n, you know I love you, but I—” he falters, giving me time to register the shop pain I feel stab in my chest. With a tightly clenched jaw, he gets the rest of the words out. “I cannot continue to be in contact with you once we are separated.” He looks me in the eye then, the hurt clear on his face. Loki so rarely openly shows his emotions, so I know how deeply he must be feeling right now.

I try to plaster my expression into something resembling an impassive calm. “I understand.” Despite my efforts, tears prick at my eyes and soon run down my cheeks.

Loki pulls me into a hug, tucking me securely under his chin.

“I understand, I promise,” I cry into his chest. “As terribly as it will hurt to never see you again, I think it would be somehow worse to hold on.”

“Yes,” he breathes, unable to put any strength behind the word. “However.” He clears his throat and pulls back slightly to look at me, his voice sounding somewhat stronger. “This painting is connected to you. Should you experience an emergency, write a letter and picture it appearing inside this door. I have a simple spell surrounding the painting that will alert me whenever something is placed inside the doorway, such as a letter from you.” His previously formal tone softens, and he looks me earnestly in the eye. “I shall check it straight away.”

I squeeze his hand in thanks, touched that he would prepare this and offer his eternal aid. I lean against him in silence.

The tolling of bells alerts us, and I squeeze my arms around him once before pulling away.

“We should get back so we can get ready.” I chuckle, though no humor lies within me. “Can’t have the whole castle know we’re screwing, right?”

His snort matches mine in terms of gaiety, but I appreciate the gesture nonetheless. “The way you were shouting last night, I’m sure they at least have their suspicions.”

A surprised scoff bubbles from my throat and I lightly smack my lover on the arm.

He smirks, true mischief in his eyes once more. “Not that I’m complaining. No, I adore every noise that comes from your mouth, especially when it’s wrapped around my—”

“Oh-kay! I cut him off, actually laughing now. “We get it, we get it. You’re a sounds guy.”

He scrunches up his face in confusion as we begin our descent down the staircase. “A ‘sounds guy’? Whatever does that mean?”

I shrug one shoulder. “You know. The noises your partner makes during sex turn you on.”

HE shakes his head in fond exasperation. “Dearest Y/n, wherever do you learn all these terms?”

“Books.” Duh.

He scoffs. “You and I must favor entirely different literature.”

I grin, stepping backwards off the last stair so I can tug on his hands. “That’s what makes us so fun.”

And, for just a few moments, we’ve forgotten what lies ahead.

{***}

“Lady Y/n, I am here to escort you out of the castle.” The guard’s voice is gruff and uninterested as he speaks through my door.

“Just a moment,” I call, stalling for time. “Dagmar, are you sure this dress is right?” I turn to my maid, who surveys my appearance with a careful eye. “Yes, My Lady. All of my research shows that this is the appropriate dress for a woman of your status in Alfheim.”

I wear a long, pale white dress that sweeps to the floor. Think golden ropes criss-cross the bodice and encircle my arms, the sleeves are long and elegant. The dress is entirely impractical and much too light for my complexion, but I suppose it doesn’t really matter. I’m not exactly focused on impressing anyone at the moment.

The guard knocks again impatiently.

“I’m coming,” I huff, annoyed.

Aware that I am unable to delay the inevitable any longer, I turn to Dagmar. “Thank you. I mean it.”

She curtsies deeply. “You’re welcome, My Lady. I wish you the best of luck and all the happiness you may find in Alfheim.”

With that, I steel myself and stride to my bedroom door.

{***}

The walk to the horses feels like a death march.

Nobles and prominent Asgardians line the path, doing their duty of seeing off the King’s Ward. Some look uninterested, others gaze at me with hostility, some with fondness. I can’t focus on more than my breathing. If I lose focus, I worry it will become erratic with nerves.

At the end of the long, straight path lies the Royal Family. Thor, Odin, and Frigga look pleased. Loki sports complete indifference and keeps his eyes from mine.

When I reach the King, Odin begins to speak. His speech is loud and meant for the Asgardians making up his Court, not for me. “Lady Y/n, it was with open arms many years ago that I welcomed you into my home and family. I am happy to have provided you with an exceptional upbringing and the finest amenities Asgard has to offer. It is with great pride and a touch of sadness that I now send you back to your father, as I have come to have much fondness for you.” Lie. Several Asgardians dab handkerchiefs at their eyes in showy fashion. “Still, I know you are off to your home and you will be well cared for. My family and I hope to meet you again in the future, and encourage you to remember how Asgard has helped you when you one day sit in a position of power.”

I curtsey low as protocol dictates, though because I have ever-dwindling respect for Odin, the action is an empty one. “Of course, Your Highness. I extend my deepest gratitudes to you and your family for taking such wonderful care of me all these years and for sharing what you have. I, of course, will always keep Asgard and its people close to my heart.”

Speeches done, a servant arrives to help me onto my horse. On the way, Queen Frigga takes my hands and squeezes, looking kindly into my eyes. “I have complete faith in you, my dear. Please know that I have thought of you much like a daughter all these years, and although it breaks my heart to see you go, I know you are off to greater things.” She pulls me towards her conspiratorially. “You will be magnificent.”

My breath hitches and tears prick at my eyes. I’m touched. “Your Majesty, I have always had the highest respect for you and truly appreciate every way you guided and helped me through these years. You’ve been a wonderful mother figure, and I do hope to see you again.”

Tears appear in her own eyes, though she hides them well. She squeezes my hand once more before releasing me to the servant who fulfills his duty of getting me safely onto the horse.

I ride with Thor on my left and Loki on my right. As we leave, the people cheer and wave, though I don’t hear much over the ringing in my ears.

“Look, Lady Y/n, commoners have come to see you off! They adore you.” Thor’s comment piques my interest enough for me to crane my head around his tall form. I’m shocked to see that the spaces behind the lines of nobles are packed with Asgardians from the villages, all waving and smiling. Hesitantly, I wave back, and their cheers increase. Huh, who knew?

Thor encourages his horse to pick up speed, and Loki and I do the same, careful not to look at each other. We race from the castle and across the Bifrost. The wind whips my face, but Dagmar’s intricate braid ensures my hair remains neat and presentable.

All too quickly, we arrive at the end of the bridge. Thor moves to help me off the horse, but Loki huffs and steps in front of his brother, lightly gripping my waist. He still doesn’t look me in the eye, but his fingers linger on the soft fabric of my dress.

Thor grits his teeth, crossing his arms irritably. “Come now, brother, this is no time for possessiveness. You know Lady Y/n belongs to you no more now than she did back in the palace. It is time to let all this silliness go.”

Both Loki and I ignore him, but I can see the anger brewing beneath Loki’s surface.

The three of us enter the golden dome, and the closer we get to Heimdall, the faster my heart beats. I throw my braid over my shoulder and square my shoulders, doing my best to put on a confident air. Fake it till you make it.

Heimdall greets us with respect and instructs us on where to stand. I have only traveled by Bifrost once before, and that was when I was very young. Fear of the unknown brings a shake to my hands. Discreetly, Loki takes my hand in his, and I let out a breath, grateful for him even if our time together is shrinking down to seconds.

Without warning, light encapsulates our figures, threatening to burn my closed eyes. In the next breath, my feet his solid ground. The impact jolts through my bones and I stumble, unprepared for the force of it. Both Thor and Loki reach for me, having anticipated me being unbalanced. Again, Loki shoots his brother a withering glance. Once steadied, I take in the room. It’s not near as grand as the room in which Heimdall resides, but I can tell that this space holds great importance.

The boxy room is a pale, silvery white, much like the color of my dress. The podium we landed on is adorned with light-colored jewels that glow faintly. Eight guards in decorated silver armor stand in front of the exit, blocking our path. Immediately, they drop into low bows, their attention clearly focused on the two princes on either side of me.

“Rise, valued allies,” Thor speaks, and I can feel Loki’s annoyance at Thor delivering the command. Thor releasing the guards from their bow shows his rank to be superior to his brother’s when in fact, neither is yet a crowned prince.

A man clad in ornate silver robes steps forward. In taking in the room, I hadn’t noticed him before.

“Exalted Princes of Asgard, we are humbled to be in your presence.”

I do my best to hold in a huff. I’m right here! Isn’t anyone excited to see me? After all, this is my home…supposedly. I do my best to shake the bitterness off, but am largely unsuccessful.

“And we are here to complete a task.” Loki’s voice is cool, detached, and my heart begins to ache. A task, am I?

“Of course.” The man in robes snaps to attention. “If you will follow me, I will escort you tot he Chief Diplomat.”

The man, who still hasn’t introduced himself, turns and begins to lead us down what seems to be a very long and very wide tree branch. The guards follow behind.

With each step, I hear the blood rush in my ears. My stomach feels unsteady, and I must keep blinking in order to hold my focus. Get it together, Y/n. You cannot seem as frightened as you are. Hold your head high like you were taught and walk with all the confidence you can muster. You need to make a good impression on these people. I do my best to take the advice I just gave myself, and begin to feel slightly better.

That optimism disappears the moment we enter the castle.

The tall spiral stretches into the sky, its silver color looking rather dull in comparison to the sun. Based on its color and shine, I guess that it’s built to look grand in the moonlight, not the harshness of day. I can’t help but compare the building to Asgard, which feels much more like home to me than this place. The man leads us on a path to what I assume is the throne room, but no true monarch reigns here; Odin and his family rule all nine realms, but they have a stronger hold on some than others. And although he is not a ruler, he is the highest ranking official in Alfheim, so it is my father who occupies the throne.

I gulp.

He looks like me, I suppose. But he is of much taller stature and his eyes are a deep brown. Marks and wrinkles line his face, showing his age, his years of battle, and the stress of his job. As Chief Diplomat, he wears not armor but sweeping, heavily decorated robes. They are the palest, purest white one can imagine and adorned in shining braided gold ropes, much like the ones on my dress.

He stands and begins to walk forward.

“It is customary, I believe, to kneel when addressing Princes of Asgard.” Loki surprises me by being the first to speak, his voice a calculated mixture of cool authority and apathy.

A flash of hardness enters my father’s eyes before he breaks into a bright smile. “Of course. Please accept my apologies, Your Highnesses.” He kneels, bowing his head in deference to the men at my sides.

I have yet to be acknowledged by anyone.

Unable to stand it any longer, I clear my throat.

My father looks at me for the first time. Once Thor gives him the okay to rise, he puts his hands on my shoulders and looks me over. “Hello, my child. Welcome home. You hardly look as I remember.”

“That’s what happens when you don’t see someone for many years.” I’m a bit disconcerted by the resentment in my voice, and I can see that it makes everyone else uncomfortable too.

“Yes, well…” My father clears his throat and looks away, removing his hands from my shoulders as he takes a step back. “I am glad to see you now.” I can see the truth in his eyes, and my heart softens slightly towards him. I don’t have many memories of my time in Alfheim, but I know that my father was kind towards me…when he was around.

“Your Majesties,” my father steps back so he can see both princes once more. “I extend my deepest gratitude for you seeing my daughter safely to my home.”

“We do it gladly,” Thor answers, smiling at me with fondness. “Although I am saddened to have her leave Asgard, I know this is her home and she will have a wonderful life here.”

Loki says nothing, his mouth set into a hard line. My father seems uncomfortable under Loki’s gaze and turns his full attention to Thor.

“She will. I have a most prestigious marriage lined up for her, and once a wedding has been planned, I will be sure to extend an invitation to her gracious hosts.”

They’re talking about me like I’m not even here. Anger wells within me, shouting for attention. I take a deep breath in the hopes of calming myself. At the noise, Loki’s eyes dart to mine, the first time he’s truly looked at me since the early hours of this morning. Now, panic seizes my body and desperation strains my chest. Our time is almost out.

“My family will be thrilled to attend if we are able. But now, I’m afraid, my brother and I must return to Asgard.” Thor’s words show a clear intention of leaving, and my eyes go wide. Just as my father dips into a bow, I hear a strangled voice call out a single word:

“Wait!”

I’m shocked when the echo tells me the voice was mine.

All eyes are on me, with clear confusion and annoyance emanating from my father.

I swallow, hurrying to think on my feet. “It is customary, I believe,” I accidentally repeat Loki’s words from earlier, and I can see the twinge of pride in his eyes, “to extend an invitation of supper to my escorts.”

The hard line of his mouth tells me that my father is not pleased, whether with my habit of speaking freely or the possibility of continued scrutiny from his rulers, I don’t know. He quickly schools his expression though and enthusiastically agrees.

He certainly is a diplomat.

“My people and I would be honored to host you.”

Thor beams, amiable as always. “We are delighted to accept! Forgive our armor, we were not prepared to dine.”

Loki smirks and, with a flash of green light, is dressed in proper Asgardian dinner attire.

Father stares on in shock. “Well,” his voice is dry, and I can hear his fear. “The rumors are true. A sorcerer stands before me.”

Loki’s smirk deepens, and he clasps his hands behind his back in a false show of humility. Really, the stance just makes him look all the more powerful.

With clear effort, Father returns his tone to lightness. “If it pleases Your Highnesses, I will have my servants escort you to rooms so you can prepare for supper as you like. It will not take long for the food and hall to be ready.”

“Yes, that would be nice,” Thor agrees, offering Father a kind smile.

I can tell Father readily accepts this after Loki’s thinly-veiled hostility. “Wonderful! Y/n,” he is the first person aside from Loki to use my familiar name, and it momentarily strikes me. “Your handmaiden, Ragna, will escort you to your chambers and ready you for dinner.”

Ragna, a sweet-looking girl in her middle teens, steps forward and curtsies first to the princes, and then to me.

The first time someone has bowed to me. While it makes me a little uncomfortable, it also gives me a faint thrill of power. I immediately understand why Loki likes it so much.

Ragna sets off, and I realize that I am meant to follow her. I do so, forcing my feet to take action. From behind me, my father assigns groups of servants to Thor and Loki, and they are led down a parallel hall. I feel a jolt of panic at being separated from Loki. What if this is simply a distraction so they can leave without my knowledge? But I force myself to calm with deep breaths, trying to convince myself that that outcome is unlikely.

My handmaiden and I do not speak as I am led through the intricate, winding hallways. We climb many sets of stairs, telling me that we are heading up the spiral of the castle. Finally, on a floor high above the ground, we reach my chambers. She holds the door open for me and I step in, observing my new living space.

My chambers extend over a series of five rooms: a bedroom, bathing room, sitting area, tea/dining room, and what seems to be a personal library. Each room is long and narrow, most likely to accommodate for the height of this part of the castle. The room itself is that same pale, silvery white that Alfheim seems to favor. My bedding and couches are green, just enough to remind me of Loki and his chosen color, but it is completely the wrong shade. It’s much too light and like the green found in grass, not Loki’s ornate and deep emerald. It’s all wrong. My chambers are beautiful, and certainly more decorated than my room in Asgard, but I find myself missing my previous chambers with their warm, welcoming oak walls and deep purple accents. My eyes catch a table in the sitting room, and my heart sinks upon realizing that my magical flowers are not there. But why would they be, I question bitterly. Those belong on Asgard, along with everything else I treasure.

“Are your chambers to your liking?” Ragna has a high-pitched, timid voice, and I can tell that she fears me. I wish she wouldn’t.

“They’re lovely,” I breathe, trying to keep the pain out of my voice. This is your home now, Y/n. Better get used to it and just let Asgard go.

But it hurts.

Ragna can sense my displeasure. “The Chief Diplomat did not know what you favored, so he ordered the room to be decorated grandly, but in Alfheim’s neutral colors. If something is more to your taste, let me know and I will have it changed immediately.”

I think on this. Of course, redecoration is pointless depending on the date of my wedding. After that, I shall share chambers with my husband. “Will I be in this room long?”

Ragna nods. “Even when you are married, you will keep these chambers. You husband to-be has his own as well, and you will meet him in his chambers when he calls for you.”

It is not only her phrasing that makes my stomach twist. “He’s here in the castle now?”

“Of course. He must work closely with your father to learn all he can so he is prepared when the time comes for him to take over as Chief Diplomat.”

I scowl. “And he did not think it polite to greet me?”

Ragna shrinks under the harshness of my tone, and immediately, I feel bad. When she speaks, it’s through a wavering bottom lip. “I am sorry, My Lady.”

I sigh. “No, it is I who must apologize. My day has been long and the nerves from returning home seem to have gotten the best of me.”

Ragna smiles, and the beginning of trust shines hesitantly on her face. “All is forgiven, My Lady.” She pauses, then seems to overcome her nerves. “Would you allow me to re-do your hair? It is lovely, but wrong for our traditional style.”

I nod and follow her to the dressing table, doing my best to not seem attached to the Asgardian braid.

Ragna allows me to stay in the dress, praising my previous maid for ‘nailing’ Alfheim attire. “It shows your rank,” she explains, smoothing my dress out from below me. “The higher in status you are, the lighter your clothes.” I take notice of her light brown dress. Seeing my gaze, she nods. “I am a servant, so my dress is brown. But,” I hear pride color her voice. “I am a handmaiden to one of the highest figures in Alfheim, so that elevates my rank. If I worked in the kitchens scrubbing dishes, my dress would be dark brown. The kitchens are one of the lowest places you can go.” I hear resentment in her voice, and wonder if she once occupied a position there.

As Ragna continues talking to me, her voice becomes more confident and chipper. I can tell she is pleased to be here and will become even warmer to me with time. Perhaps one day, when my resentment and fear fades, I will have a friend in her.

A bell rings; Ragna straightens in response. “That signals dinner. I will escort you there and remain standing a few feet behind your chair. Should you need anything at all, simply wave your hand, and I’ll come to you.”

“Alright, thank you.”

She beams at my thanks. Perhaps servants aren’t treated as well here as they are in Asgard.

I follow Ragna down countless flights of stairs before she takes a hallway on our right. After a left, we enter a large dining hall, comparable in size to the one in Asgard. Due to my long descent, I am the last to arrive, and the men all wait standing behind their chairs. As they are higher in rank than my father, Thor and Loki take the heads of the table, my father and I are meant to occupy seats in the middle. Once Ragna pulls out my chair and I am seated, the men sit as well.

Interesting, I think. In Asgard, you just sit and eat, regardless of who is there. Yes, you stand for royalty, but you don’t wait for everyone to be in attendance. Just one of many new customs I’ll have to get used to.

The table is fairly long and feels much too big for the four of us, but soon the food is brought out and I wonder if the table is long enough. Roasted boar and hens and something else I don’t recognize are the main dishes, with countless varieties of fruits, vegetables, and breads surrounding them.

Thor grins and begins an easy conversation about how our friend Volstagg would adore the meal. Father extends an empty invitation of hosting him sometime, and Thor gives a pleased response that holds as little meaning as did Father’s invitation.

I take advantage of their distraction and glance at Loki. He wears a mask of apathy, but I know him well enough to see past it. His hand grips his knife too tightly and he stares blankly at his food, not eating. It is plain that he is in as much distress as I am. But we cannot allow it to show, because if Father finds out that I have been sleeping with Loki, all will be ruined, including me.

But would that be so bad, a rebellious voice within me questions. You wouldn’t have to marry that guy—my face scrunches as I realize I don’t even know his name—and you would be sent back to Asgard.

Inwardly, I sigh. No. Your duty is to your family and your realm, not to your heart and desires. Besides, it’s unlikely that Asgard would take you back. In hopes of covering my quickly tanking mood, I drink from my water.

Dinner is filled with casual conversation that holds no real meaning. I don’t know why I forced the invitation, as this is no true time with Loki. Still, I just can’t bear to see him go and will stall for as long as I can.

But time moves on and runs out all too quickly.

Before I can prepare myself, Thor is standing, and the rest of us must follow.

“I wish not to worry our parents any longer. Brother, we must return to Asgard.”

“Of course, I apologize for having kept you so long,” my father begins politely. But I don’t hear the rest of the conversation.

He’s leaving. He’s really going, he’s going to leave me here. My breathing picks up as panic sets in. I try to swallow, but can’t get around the huge lump in my throat. A white-hot feeling burns in my stomach, and I bite my lip, begging myself to calm down.

My footsteps drag as I follow Father, Thor, and Loki to the entrance of the castle. The same group of guards and the man in the ornate robe wait to escort the princes back to the Bifrost Room.

Thor turns to me, smiling kindly. “Lady Y/n, I am so glad to have met you. I wish you all the happiness in the world.” He bends to kiss my hand and then steps aside, allowing Loki the opportunity to do the same.

He doesn’t.

Instead, he nods curtly and turns on his heel, striding towards the exit.

I know why he did this. I saw the pain in his eyes and the strain in his shoulders as he fights the urge to run to me.

That doesn’t mean it hurts any less.

Without another word or glance my way, the princes leave.

A sense of numbness takes over. He’s truly gone.

And although Loki has completely faded from view, I do not take my eyes off the horizon as I speak. “When will I meet him?”

“Your fiancé?” Father’s voice is gruff and disinterested. “Sometime soon. He is a very busy man, you know.”

“Of course.” My words are polite but my tone is dead.

Father looks at me worriedly, unsure of what to do. “Perhaps sleep will do you well, my child. You have had a long day.” He gestures to Ragna, who flits to my side and carefully leads me to my chambers.

I keep it together as she helps me out of my dress and into my night clothes. My expression is blank as she brushes my hair and removes the makeup from my face. I mutter a polite, “thank you,” as her dismissal. She curtsies and leaves.

It’s the feeling of the cold, empty bed, so foreign from the warm embrace of Loki in his own bed, that breaks me.

I sob well into the night.

A/n There ya have it! Sorry it was sad :( Let me know what you thought and if you would like to be added to the tag list!

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Wearing Your Clothes

Summary: You are feeling a bit down because of the realization that you couldn’t wear your boyfriend’s clothes like other girls do, since you are bigger than him. But then your boyfriend Jimin comes home wearing a t-shirt of yours that you thought you had lost for a while now.

Warnings: SMUT! This piece will include: swearing, erotic body touching, handjob, fingering, mutual receiving/giving pleasure (not sure how to word this, guess this will have to do), protected sex (yes, for once, I’m writing about protection!)

Requested: YES. Anon requested a fic with this premise, hope you enjoyed it!

Word Count: 2423

Unsure of how you even got there, you find yourself getting a bit bitter as you scroll through the website you ended up at. All you wanted was some new clothes, since you seemed to have lost a few of your favorite shirts somehow. Trying to find something while online shipping that would catch your eye, you somehow ended up at this fashion website, seeing these cute girls wearing boyfriend jeans or boyfriend blazers, oversized shirts…

Looking at the wardrobe you and Jimin shared, you sighed saddened. You could never do that, wear something of Jimin’s. He liked things fitted to his body, which was much slimmer than yours. You would probably ruin his clothes if you tried to wear them. It hurt a bit, thinking you couldn’t really wear any of your boyfriend’s clothes like other girls did, because you were that much bigger than him. You would never have the chance to surprise him one night by wearing nothing but one of his shirts, for instance.

Discouraged by where your thoughts ended up at, you closed your laptop and gave up on online shopping for today. It would only make you feel worse to see the beautiful clothes on model’s bodies.

Getting up, you get out of the bedroom and move to the living room, where you turn on the television and lazily switch through the channels in search of something to watch. After a few moments, you hear the jiggling of keys and you perk up, meaning Jimin was home for the rest of the day.

“Jimin! Are you home so soon?” you happily ask, rounding the corner to see him close the door, drop his backpack and go into the kitchen.

“Yeah, practice ended early today. I’m so thirsty!” he complains, opening the fridge and getting one of the water bottles, drinking directly from the bottle.

As he did so, you got closer and couldn’t help but notice something. Having come home directly from practice, he was still in his workout clothes. And you recognized the t-shirt he was wearing. One of your favorites that had gone missing.

“Is… Is that my t-shirt?” you casually ask, folding your arms and leaning against the kitchen table as he finished the water on the bottle.

“Hum? Oh, yeah. I like wearing something like this to practice. Smells like you and makes me work harder, like you’re there watching me” he explained, cleaning the liquid off his scrumptious lips and smiling sweetly at you.

You felt a flare of heat rushing to your cheeks and a tingling stomach at his words. It was a weird feeling, a mix of validation and proudness, of feeling cared for and loved. It pleased you to no end, to know that Jimin wanted to wear your clothes as much as you wished you could use his. And, strangely, he looked so damn hot while wearing them.

With sweaty disheveled hair, knee-length black baggy shorts and sneakers, your oversize white t-shirt with a cool print in the front. His muscular physique was almost swallowed by the clothes, and still he never looked quite that sexy to you before.

“By the looks of it…” he started saying, catching your attention as he grew closer with his small eyes squinting and a smirk on his plump lips. “I’m not the only one thirsty, now am I?”

You swallowed hard as Jimin placed his hands on either side of you at the table, enclosing you in between his arms. He was leaning down slightly, so your faces were a few inches away as he took in your expression. You felt the room grow warmer.

“What do you mean?” you asked, eyes jumping between his thin ones and his lips.

“Do you like seeing me wearing your clothes that much?” he persisted, head descending ever so slightly so he could scrape the skin of your neck with the softness of his bottom lip. “To think I’ve been hiding it when you look so turned on right now…”

He chuckled as he pecked bellow your left ear and you jumped at the contact. It send sparks down your spine. The familiar scent of his body odor, a mixture of pine and soft cologne, and the way his voice dropped lower as he spoke, had your heart beating madly inside your ribcage.

“How about…” he kisses at your jaw. “We imprint…” he kisses at your chin. “Your scent on this shirt even further?”

Claiming your mouth fully, you offer no resistance as he clashes your bodies together, one hand on your back and another squeezing at your ample rear, smacking his silk lips repeatedly with yours. You throw your arms around his middle, pulling him by his back closer, hands fisting the fabric of your shirt.

Wanting nothing more than to taste the familiar sweetness of his mouth, you open your lips at the first feathered touch of his tongue on them, moans and whimpers swallowed by the deep kisses that followed. Guided down the hallway of the house, you almost trip a number of times at the unwillingness of parting from his addictive lips.

Jimin’s demanding hands find themselves underneath the top you were wearing, warm soft skin beneath for him to feel up. His fingers splayed in the ripples of flesh at your sides, keeping you ever so close to his lean body as he tried to get you to bed. But your own digits had sneaked under his – your – shirt and were scratching at his masculine back, grunts escaping him at your own urgency.

Finally entering the bedroom, Jimin backs away from you only to grab your top and pull it over your head, breath getting caught in his throat when he realized you weren’t wearing a bra. His small eyes grow ever darker with lust, that naughty tongue of his darting out to wet his lips at the sight.

Blood rushing through your veins and empowered by the hungry way he looked at your voluptuous body, you hook your thumbs on your leggings and slide them off your thick legs, kicking them behind you and leaving you only in your panties. Jimin feels himself growing hard and twitching with need. Your body had curves for days, all the soft edges his fingers yearned to trace.

Mimicking your motions, Jimin took off his sneakers and pulled down his shorts, leaving him in his boxers. Just as he grabbed the hem of the t-shirt he had, your hands covered his suddenly to stop him, your eyes veiled with want as you stared up at him.

“Leave it on” you pleaded, the fingers you had around his hands sliding up his strong arms and hooking behind his neck, pulling him in for another kiss. You could feel his presumptuous smile against your moving lips, so you pulled at his bottom lip with your teeth, something you knew he liked and would distract him.

As intended, he groaned into the kiss and pushed you to the bed urgently, following you smoothly and attaching his mouth to the skin of your neck and shoulders, hands roaming between your wide hips, upper thighs and all the way up to your chest. You cried out when he inhospitably pinched your puckered globes, only to soothe them after with loving brushes of his thumbs. Jimin kneaded the flesh of your breasts at the same time he sucked on your pulse point, enticing pleasurable sighs and low moans form you.

Your strong need kicked in and, lust driven, your grab him by the shoulders and flip you both on the mattress, so he was now on his back and you on top. After a moment of surprise, Jimin chuckled.

“Y/N, if I knew you liked me wearing your clothes this much, I would have worn them mo- Ahh…”

His speech was interrupted by the joining of your lips on his neck, sucking at the skin and lapping your tongue over it, feeling the blood rushing underneath. Jimin’s hands grabbed your hips with iron strength, the most delectable moans escaping him as your hands rode up the shirt and started to play with his sensitive nipples, a retaliation for his teasing on you.

Feeling his hips buck up as your tongue circled around his skin, your hands slowly made their way down his perfect muscular abs, adoring the way they clenched as your fingers touched them, and you grabbed the hem of his boxers, lifting your head from his neck in order to pull them off his body.

Springing up from underneath the fabric, his stiff girth pulsated with need, the smallest of an upward curve, head swollen and flushed. Your insides scrunched with the desire to feel him inside. Jimin’s body jolted at the first contact of your hand around him, your chubby fingers gripping him tightly and starting to stroke him. Each pump of your hand had the foreskin of his cock stretching, sending heat to the moist head and driving him closer and closer to the edge.

Suddenly, you gasped when Jimin sat up on the bed, crashing his lips with yours in a violent joining of mouths, tongue plunging in with no hesitation and swirling around yours. You tried to respond to the kiss as your hand kept moving on his length, but then his hand found itself inside your panties, fingers rubbing between your folds and tapping at your sensitive clit. You squeaked and wailed, the movement of your hand freezing as your body shook with the pleasure his fingers were instigating.

“Keep going, baby. You’re making me feel so good, baby girl” Jimin whispers hotly on your ear that he proceeds to kiss and nib and the lobe.

Nodding, your hand resumes its pace at the same time his fingers slid within, pumping themselves in and out of you at the same rhythm of your hand on him. Hot breaths mingled together as your kept pleasuring each other, Jimin sited on the bed and you on your knees in front of him, his full lips never more than a breath away from your skin or your soft lips, leaving them only to grunt or whimper when your thumb skimmed over his leaking crown.

Fingers stroking in a systematic fluid motion your inner walls, thumb jiggling against the little pearl of nerves at the same time, you could feel the coil inside your lower abdomen getting tighter and tighter, the precipice of pleasure getting closer and closer as he kept going.

Unconsciously, your hand grows tighter around him and gets faster, making Jimin hiss and curse under his breath as he feels he can’t hold on much longer. He leans back and it’s such an erotic sight, your chubby hand around him, your scrumptious body bouncing against his hand that disappeared inside your panties, flesh jiggling at your movements.

“F-Fuck… Y/N, baby, are you… Ahh… You still on the pill, yeah?” he asks with difficulty, his free hand coming up to cradle your face to capture your attention.

“Hum, yeah…” your sigh back in response, a bit frustrated that his hand has slowed down the tempo when you were already so close.

But then he stops your hand on him, removes his fingers from within you and pulls your panties all the way off, all in a frenzied movement, before pulling you to his lap and aligning himself with your entrance.

Your eyes roll at the back of your head as he enters you, the stretch on your already sensitive insides originating an almost orgasmic pleasure. But then he leans back on the mattress, hands grasping at your plushy hips, and begins to thrust his hips up into your mound, fast and dirty like his fingers once were. It makes you scream in pleasure as his shaft reaches depth his fingers just couldn’t, tapping repeatedly against a deep spot that has dark spot appear at the corner of your eyes and all your muscles tense up before the coil breaks and everything spills out.

Jimin feels your walls fluttering around him and your juices gush around his member, the sight of you coming undone on top of him as he kept bucking his pelvis up into yours being all he needed to finish himself. Blood roaring against his ears, his eyes exploded black with lust as he twitched inside and release flowed through him like a river, spilling himself into you.

Muscles going almost limp, you fall on top of Jimin and only come back to reality at the fear that you might be hurting him with your weight. Trying to slide off to his side, you felt one of Jimin’s arms coming around your back and pulling you close to his chest, him still on his back trying to catch his breath.

“We should… definitely… do this again” Jimin decides, turning his head to the side to smile sweetly at you. You giggle back at him, resting your head on his chest as he keeps his arm around your shoulders.

“Yeah. You can wear my clothes all you want Jimin, no need to sneakily steal them from me. Too bad I can’t use yours” you complain sadly.

“You can’t? Why not? I would love to see you in my clothes” Jimin shares, completely oblivious as to why you said that.

“You wear mostly fitting clothes, Jimin. I would stretch and ruin them if I used them” you explained, head hidden on his chest so he couldn’t see your sad eyes.

Jimin stays quiet for a moment before rolling to his side and down, so he is face to face with you, his usually small eyes larger as he regards you expectantly.

“Should we go shopping? I’ll buy all oversized clothes, wear them for like a month straight and give them to you, how about it?”

“Eww, that’s gross, Jimin!” you chuckle and hit his chest, albeit moved by his intentions.

“What? That’s the only way they’ll smell like me. And then it’ll be like we’re with each other even when we’re apart.” He smiles lovingly at that, making you heart swell with adoration.

“Oh, Jimin… That’s so sweet” you say, one of your hands coming up to brush the skin of his cheeks, moving away some of the hairs sticking to it.

But then his smile turn devious and his eyes glint with mischievous thoughts.

“And think of how damn sexy it would be to fuck in each other’s clothes.”

“Jimin!” And you hit him again on the chest, this time more forcefully.

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eddiesquinnsworld · 4 years ago

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Walk The Red Carpet

So this is my first fanfic! So please be kind as I was so nervous to upload this. I haven’t seen any fanfiction that represented us disabled gals so I took the job on as a disabled gal myself. I’m by no means a writer and this is probably terrible. Also I do have dyslexia so I might have missed out a word here or there.

There’s a bit of swearing in this and mentions of a panic attack but apart from that it’s pure fluff! Enjoy!

Today was one of those days, one where your mind was so chaotic and busy with pointless thoughts. One where your mind was frantically telling you the same unhelpful things constantly. That you were never enough and you’ll never be enough, this was all thanks to your mother because from a young age you were always the last thought, the inconvenience and the girl who fault it was for everything.. you just weren’t enough. You’d been through therapy and counselling multiple times, and it seemed to help calm those intrusive thoughts and you started to become an independent woman who didn’t need no one else.

But the reality was you were a young woman with multiple disabilities which meant you needed more help than you’d actually admit, your dreams had been dashed when your consultant said you were too ill to continue with education. This meant that you spend a lot of time at home with your dysfunctional family constantly checking on you, blood pressure checks, medication to be taken at certain times, physiotherapy to complete and regular hospital and doctors appointments to attend.

Also being a full time wheelchair user meant all your friends ditched you, because you ‘couldn’t be fun’ as you always had to plan ahead. As somehow not every location is wheelchair accessible, this did piss you off but it not like you chose this life so you just accepted it. Basically you were alone in this world, however you found solace in filming videos and uploading them to YouTube weekly, because it was something you had complete control over and meant you could share your experiences to others.

You also had gotten to a point in your life where you wanted to start dating again after a 3 year break because up until then the guys you’d talked to took one look at the wheelchair, and either started acting distant or ran a million miles. You couldn’t keep count of how many times a guy had asked you if you could have sex and after that shit show experience you decided to quit the dating game, believing you’d never find your ‘Prince Charming’.

But you thought surely not all guys were pricks, so you started hanging out in bars again to see if Mr Right would walk in. Then if by luck after 3 months of waiting for a miracle, he did.

It was his ocean blue eyes you saw first glancing at you, that made you blush because he was quite possibly the most beautiful man you had ever seen. Within seconds, he was besides you. “What’s a beautiful girl like you doing alone in a place like this” he said grinning like the Cheshire Cat. “oh you know just waiting for my prince charming” you replied with a hint of sarcasm in your voice. He held out his (rather large) hand for you to shake “Well my name’s Henry and I hope I’ll do for now”

That was 2 years ago, now you’re in the middle of a global pandemic with the love of your life in a cottage in the English countryside. You’d both been together 24/7 for the past 4 months and it had been bliss, waking up together in the morning, baking together, watching Henry play his favourite games and snuggling on the sofa in the evening. However you knew it would come to an end eventually, today was that day.

Henry had been called back to work on the Witcher, you’d visit the set occasionally but you didn’t want to get in the way too much. So you stayed at home and made yourself busy. However this was when your anxiety took over and that one thought crept in your mind again.

‘You’ll never be enough for him’

Tears started to escape your eyes and your breathing started to quicken. A panic attack. You didn’t want to bother Henry on his first day back so you got on the bed and curled in a ball and let the panic attack take over your body, until you heard the front door close and a familiar deep voice “hello darling I’m home”

Henry looked everywhere for you and called you several times but he got no response, he knew something was wrong instantly. Once he made it to the bedroom door and saw you on the bed, curled up and shaking.

“Oh sweetheart what’s happened?” He realised straightaway that you were having a panic attack and he also knew exactly what you needed. He laid on the bed next to you moving your head onto his chest and securing you into tight embrace. He learnt from previous attacks that you needed to feel safe and protected, also having seen many of your panic attacks over the last 2 years, he also understood the implications they had on your health. “Darling I need you to steady your breathing or you’re going to pass out on me”

After 10 minutes your breathing became calmer and slower so you could finally tell him what happened. “I’m so sorry Hen, I’m such a mess. I don’t know what you see in me? Surely you want more than this… more than me” You gestured down your body whilst trying to stop tears falling from your eyes.

He pulled away from you so he could look into your eyes. “I see the most beautiful, intelligent, strong and caring woman I ever met. I watch the way you deal with pain everyday, without complaining and it astonishes me. I see how strong you are by getting out of bed everyday when somedays your body really doesn’t want you too or how you get on with your day making sure everyone else is ok and forgetting about your own needs.”

You process his words for a minute feeling how they warm your heart but your brain takes over again. “But don’t you want a woman that can actually walk the red carpet with you without all the pity looks and stares. How can I ever be enough for you, ‘the great actor Henry Cavill’, you see what they write about me, they act as if you need a medal because you decided to love someone who’s disabled”

He seems generally hurt by your words and you can instantly tell you’ve hit a nerve “I’m not the one needing a medal, you are! You are so inspirational to me, I honestly feel ashamed for all the times I moaned when I pulled a muscle when I know you deal with far worst pain than me everyday.” He pauses for a moment, thinking of the best way to say his next sentence.

“Plus I decided to love you not because you’re disabled but because you wanted to know the real Henry, the man away from the cameras. You fell in love with me as a person not as an actor and you have made me feel love like I have never felt before, I love waking up to your beautiful face every morning knowing that you chose to love me… so if anyone needs the medal it’s you”

“Also just because your legs don’t work properly doesn’t make you any less of a woman to me. Anyone who decides to defines you by your chair, the thing gets you around is shallow and isn’t worth worrying about so let them write what they like, because all that matters is that we love one another… in sickness and in health. Anyway, I’d rather have you by my side on that carpet in your wheelchair with all the looks and stares than some woman who can walk and doesn’t love me and support me like you. They’re only staring because you’re so damn beautiful and they’re jealous that you chose me as your date” You stare at him in awe wondering how you got so lucky.

“That’s how you see me? You know I’m not as strong as you make out right? I love you so much because you’re the first man to see me as person and not as my disability.”

“Plus what do I need a medal for, loving you is easy, I mean one look at you and two no one has made me feel the love you do. With you I feel ‘normal’ and like I could conquer the world. You know I love supporting you, walking that carpet with you knowing my boyfriend is so talented at what he does, but I just worry, I sometimes take the spotlight because the tabloids seem to focus on ‘Henry Cavill’s disabled girlfriend’. That’s why I thought maybe you’d like to have someone that could actually walk” You look down as your eyes well up again. You can feel your anxiety bubbling up inside you. Henry places his finger under your chin to lift your head up.

“I mean I think walking can be a bit over-rated anyways. Plus as I said most of the women I’ve been with who could walk don’t have your massive heart and kindness, so I think I’d rather show you off as my girlfriend” You both chuckle as he wipes your tears away. You grab his hand bringing it to your lips as you look into those ocean blue eyes you fell in love with.

“You really think the world of me don’t you and that makes you the most amazing man I’ve met. I’m glad I met you in that bar 2 years ago because you’re the best thing to happen to me”

“Yes I do because to me you are ENOUGH”

Insomnia

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itsunclebucky · 5 years ago

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Angel [Bucky Barnes]

Pairing(s): Brock Rumlow x Y/N Rumlow x Bucky Barnes Prompt: "My Brother's Best Friend" Summary: Bucky is in an horrendous marriage when his wife starts to abuse him both physically and mentally. One night at a party your brother is hosting, he meets you - an angel to guide him, his best friend’s sister and he quickly finds a friend in you. Things escalate, and soon enough you begin a steady relationship, assuring him of safety and heaven at the same time. Warning(s): Bucky is in an abusive marriage, his wife hits him and degrades him, mentions of abuse, hint of an affair, sex implied, angst, but it has a happy ending for our Bucko. AN: This is for @simsadventures writing challenge, thank you so much for allowing me to join!

Word Count: 1,502 || Masterlist

They say that it's luck when someone stumbles into your life at the right moment, but for Bucky, you had become an angel. An affair was never on Bucky's agenda when he made a vow to his wife Holly that day at their wedding four years ago.

Bucky and Holly's marriage was strong at the beginning, they loved each other very much and spent many months in the honeymoon phase. It wasn't until the second year anniversary came around that Bucky notices his wife's mood change drastically. Holly had become mean with her words, labeling him as nothing more than useless, worthless, reminding him he didn't deserve love. And Bucky, bless his sweet-heart, sat there and took her mental abuse like he already knew these things. He never once said anything back. He tried all ways to please his wife, to prove to her he was worthy and useful, by doing odd jobs around their shared home to buying anything Holly needed.

He tried his best but it wasn't good enough. By the third year into their marriage, Holly not only continued to belittle him and break him down like a whimpering little boy she took the pleasure of laughing at as he sat there crying and begging for her to believe in him, but she had started to slap him across his face for absolutely no reason. If Bucky so much even looked at her in the wrong way, it earned him a hard punch to his face. One particular time earned him a nasty black and blue eye, and it was unfortunate this was the time he had met you at the party your brother Brock was throwing for his friends.

You noticed how timid Bucky was, how tense his shoulders were and if he was talking to anyone his eyes remained past their heads into the distance.

You grabbed a beer from the case and walked over to him. His elbows were leaning on his knees and his hands clasped together as the grass below him looked so interesting.

"Hey." Your voice rang out, causing his head to shoot up. You held the beer out for him and he hesitantly accepted it with a small smile.

"Thanks...but uh I uh shouldn't...drink." his voice was quiet and his eyes looked sad. You noticed the horrendous bruise on his face.

"It'll help you relax. I'm Y/N. Brock's sister."

"Bucky. Brock's best friend." He smiled.

"Aha. My brother's best friend. That's sweet. What happened to your face Bucky?" You asked curiously, noticing his shoulders tensed up by the question.

"I uh..." he chuckles nervously. "I walked into a door." He avoids your eyes and you know there's more to that story, your intuition tells you that much but you decide not to press for now.

And for the evening, you sat next to him gently pressing him to open up to you. And that's when he hints about his marriage life but spares the details.

Before you part, you make a promise to him. "I don't know what's going on with your marriage and that's not my business but if you need me for anything, anything at all please don't be scared to talk to me." You smile reassuringly and he thanks you for your kindness, the first kindness he's experienced from a woman since this with his wife went in a different direction. Your number is slipped into his phone as the two of you exchange numbers, assuring him for a final time you're there if he needs you as you stroke his cheek lovingly. His eyes are closed and your heart breaks as his eyes well up with tears threatening to spill down his cheeks.

To say his home life didn't get any better would be a huge understatement. Holly only hurt him more, depriving him of his phone and constantly checking for messages, his social media accounts and check up on who he has been calling. He couldn't take it anymore, he needed a way out. And as Holly slept peacefully on the couch, he grabbed his phone off the side table next to her sleeping figure and bolted out the door, heading towards his safe haven he knew you would protect him in.

It was pretty late - around 10 PM and you were just finishing off the end of your movie in your bed when a knock rang through your apartment. You originally opted to ignore it, but when you checked your phone you saw you had many messages from Bucky and you jumped out of bed, sprinting towards the door, pulling it back and taking in his appearance. He looked broken and you stepped aside, inviting him into your home.

"I'm sorry for just springing this on you I had nowhere else to go.," he says nervously.

"Hey, it's okay." You stroke his bearded cheek with a smile. "Take a seat. Make yourself comfortable, I'll make you something to drink." You offer, choosing to make him some tea to calm his nerves. You watched him from your little kitchen as he fidgeted in the chair, his eyes constantly flying towards the door as though he's expecting someone to barge in at any moment.

"Here you go, honey." You put the cup gently beside him. The pet name you didn't mean to use, you just wanted to make him feel more comfortable and safe. He smiled and thanked you for the tea.

"What's going on?" You ask as you take a seat on the couch opposite him.

He tenses up and you take it as your cue to scoot closer to him, reaching over and resting a hand on top of his to comfort him. And for a moment, it works.

"It's my wife. I don't know what I did but..." and this is it. He speaks and doesn't stop telling you everything his wife Holly has done to him, said to him and it makes you so angry. You've opened up his dam, and you're there comforting him, reminding him he's safe and she Holly can't hurt him.

"Bucky listen to me." You kneel down between his thighs, cupping his beautiful face with your hands and you lock eyes with his. "You didn't do anything to deserve this. I can already see you're a beautiful man, a beautiful human and you deserve happiness. If you were my husband I would feel so damn privileged and lucky to have you!" You admit, and it takes him by surprise. "I'm not tryna scare you away I'm just being candid." He remains quiet as he appears to let your words sink in, and when he doesn't answer you take that as your cue to remove your hands but his hands grip your wrist. Before you register what's happening, his lips lock firmly on yours, angling his head to kiss you deeper and his hair tickles your skin. Your tongues battle against each other like knights, fighting for that dominance which he ultimately wins. He stands abruptly and lifts you with him, your legs wrap around his waist as he walks the two of you to your bedroom.

An affair wasn't intended, as much as Holly hurt him he didn't want to be that man who slept with other women.

Bucky spent the majority of his time in your apartment with you. The more time you spent together, the more you were falling in love with each other.

Within just a couple of weeks, his bruises faded and he started to become a wise-ass with his witty jokes and sense of humor. Bucky started laughing and smiling a lot more and he also spent a lot of time with Brock, which was something he wasn't allowed to do.

And the first thing you noticed in Bucky besides his happier mood was his appearance. He had grown his hair just above his shoulders, and he had a full beard. He changed his wardrobe completely and as a gift, you bought him his first black leather jacket and he LOVED it. He wore it every time you went out over a black shirt and his blue-tinted sunglasses.

One night as you were cuddled up in his arms he asked you to accompany him to his lawyer's office, and you promised you would stand by him every step of the way. There was no way Holly would ever hurt him again. And true to your word, she never did lay a finger on him.

He may have been Holly's husband. He might be your brother's best friend. But he was your soul mate, best friend and now officially your boyfriend, he asked you to be his once he signed the dotted lines of the divorce papers and took his wedding band off.

And as his girlfriend, you promised to protect him. To catch him up on the four years he missed out on, to go traveling to wherever he wanted, to show him how a real woman treats her man.

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motleyfuckingcruee · 5 years ago

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Hey Jealousy (Vince Neil x reader)

Cool ! 😂😂 ok so this is the plot I hope you'll like it

You're Vince's girlfriend and you go with him on tour and Guns N Roses are the first part of their show. On the tour, Axl and you became closer which actually turned Vince jealous. Axl and him fought on the tour because of you and once you and Vince came home, you fight and try desperately to explain that you're in love with him and not with Axl. He gets jealous and says how much he loves you and will die if you love someone else. You kiss him and show him how much you love him

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Hey Jealousy

*GIF IS NOT MINE*

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You smile as you watch your boyfriend run and jump all over the stage. He’s certainly got a lot of energy tonight. You hold your breath as Vince seems to almost trip over a chord for one of the amps, but he plays it off cool. You giggle to yourself. You’ve been with Vince for about a year now. You two are still inseparable.

“Hey (Y/N)!” You hear a cheery voice yell. You turn to the backstage area to see Steven, the drummer of Guns N’ Roses, sitting on one of the couches. “Come and join the fun! He’ll be off in a bit!”

You’re hesitant to leave your place. You know that Vince will have a cow if he can’t see you from the stage. He’s very protective and freaks when you leave his sight for even a moment. Once you went to the bathroom without telling him and he was screaming and yelling at everyone. It’s like he thought you were kidnapped or something. You decide to go join Guns, mostly because you’ve seen Mötley Crüe perform the same set so many times. You needed a change of pace. You walk over to the nearest couch, sitting down with a smile on your face. It just so happened that you sat next to Axl Rose.

Vince definitely was going to have hissy fit now. You and Axl grew rather close over the few months they’ve been on tour with the Crüe. You got tired of being by yourself when Vince would run off to party with Tommy and Nikki, so you made friends with Guns. They were rather quiet with it being their first tour and all. You don’t think they know how to act. Instead of going off to the nearest strip club or party, they stayed at the hotel in their little group. You and Axl just immediately clicked. Vince wasn’t happy about that. One day, Axl just said ‘Hi’ to you and Vince about beat him to a pulp!

You love Vince with all your heart, but his jealousy is getting out of hand.

“Hey, darlin’,” Axl greets you happily.

You smile at him. “Hey, Ax.” You look around to see what the other boys are doing. Your smile fades as a look of disgust covers your face. Steven, Duff, Slash, and Izzy are all snorting blow without any thought. Lots of it too. “Ugh,” You groan. You’d seen enough of this with the Crüe and it hurt to see your new friends to be doing it as well. Your eyes land back on Axl who’s smirking at you.

“You don’t like drugs, do you?” Axl asks, taking a drag from his cigarette.

You shake your head, “Not at all. I hate it. It hurts me to see you guys kill yourselves on purpose.”

“That’s an interesting way to put it,” Axl says thoughtfully. “It must be the ‘rockstar’ way.”

You shrug, frowning. “I guess, but I hate it. Once I tried to get Vince to get clean and he hated me for a good month.”

“How could he hate someone as beautiful as you?”

You blush, looking down at your lap. It’s no secret that Axl is very attractive. What with his sexy singing voice, gorgeous red hair, and pretty green eyes, how could a girl ever refuse him? The only downside to him is his temper.

You’d date him in another world. But in this one, Vince held your heart.

In a lot of ways, him and Vince are a lot alike. They both have tempers, really pretty hair and eyes, and are both the lead singers of their bands.

But you love Vince. You have since you met him three years ago.

“I think he was just really mad,” You respond, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “He got over it and was wanting to be around me again.”

“You know,” Axl says, leaning in really close. “If you were with me you wouldn’t have to worry about that.”

You smile kindly at him. “I love Vince. Nothing will change that. Axl, you’re a great guy and everything but-.”

Within a second, Axl is no longer beside me on the couch. I look behind me to see Vince beating the shit out of him.

“Oh God!” You yell, getting up. “Vinny, please stop! I’m begging you, stop!”

I try to go and pull Vince off of Axl, but a pair of strong arms hold me back. I look to see Nikki who has a smile on his face. No doubt he’s enjoying the fight. It’s been a while since there’s been drama on tour. And tonight’s the last night of the entire tour.

“Nikki, please let me go!” You scream over the other yelling going on. “Goddammit, let me go!”

“I’m sorry sweetheart,” Nikki says into my ear. “But, Vince told me to never let you get in the middle of one of his fights.”

You watch in horror as Axl finally gains the upper ground. Axl punches Vince multiple times and you pray to whoever is above that you don’t hear a crunch. Vince would be even more pissed if Axl broke his nose. Vince manages to get back on top, punching Axl in the jaw multiple times. Finally Tommy and Mick are able to get a good hold on Vince. They pull him off of a beaten down Axl Rose. Vince doesn’t seem to have many injuries. Only a busted lip and black eye.

“Alright,” Doc says, not looking surprised at what just took place. “I think it’s time for all of us to head home.”

Everyone nods in agreement. Thank God you’re already in Los Angeles. A plane ride home with a pissed Vince would be agonizing. A drive home is torture enough.

You collect Vince and go outside to hail a taxi. The way home was agonizingly silent. The cab driver kept trying to make conversation, but Vince would snap at him. He seemed like a decent enough guy. We arrive home, neither you speaking a word as Vince unlocked the house to let you both inside.

You go up and take a shower, deciding that Vince just wanted some time alone. You can��t believe that Vince lost his shit like he did. Well, actually, never mind that thought. You can completely believe that he lost his shit. You hope that Axl was okay. Vince got multiple good hits on him.

Once you finish your shower and got dressed, you head down to the living room. You find Vince sitting on the couch with only the lamp on. Normally, he’d already have the television on. You sit down next to him, not sure what to say.

“Why the fuck would you even talk to him!” Vince snaps, his gaze on you.

You hate how much anger is in his eyes. You really didn’t mean any harm. You just wanted friends. “Because he’s my friend,” You answer quietly.

“He only wants to get into your fucking pants! God, you can be so fucking stupid sometimes. I bet you’ve already had sex with him, haven’t you!” Vince yells.

You flinch. “No. Why would you think that?”

“Well you two are just so fucking close! I wouldn’t be surprised!”

You sigh. “I just wanted people to hang out with while you were out doing God knows what with Nikki and Tommy.”

“Then you should’ve fucking went to Mick!”

“He was with Emi.”

“So? You could’ve kicked that bitch out! No one gives a shit about her!”

You frown. “If that’s how you talk about women, I’d hate to hear what you say about me.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

You glare at him. “You obviously hate me at this point, Vince! Ever since I tried to help you get clean, you’ve hated me! I’ve done everything I fucking could to make you happy and yet you still pull this shit with me! Why don’t you just ask me to fucking leave already? That’s obviously what you want!”

Vince is speechless, his eyes wide. After a few moments, he recovers. “I don’t want you to leave.”

“Then why do you treat me like you do? You act like an overprotective boyfriend in front of everyone, but as soon as we’re alone you blame it all on me,” You say. You feel a few tears fall down your cheeks.

“Oh, babygirl,” Vince says, scooting over to where you are. He envelopes you in a hug. You cry into his chest, feeling helpless. “I don’t want you to leave. I’d be lost without you. I’ve just been on edge lately. I promise I’ll be better, okay?” He pulls back to look into your eyes. He wipes some tears off of your cheeks. He smiles gently. “I love you.”

You smile, the tears still falling. “I love you too,” You choke out.

“You better,” He winks. That’s the Vince you know and love. “Now, come on. I’m ready to sleep for three days.”

And with that he carried you to the bedroom.

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80s-roger · 5 years ago

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before you leave - 70s!Roger Taylor x Virgin!Fem Reader

summary: you’re roger’s gf for almost a year and due to personal issues (self-esteem, shyness) you haven’t had sex with him nor with any other guy in the past. they all ran away from the third week but the blond drummer of newly formed queen stayed with you all this time, regardless of how much he wanted to have sex with you. he didn’t know that things would be THIS slow but somehow your attitude attracted him and still stayed with you. now it’s all about time before he leaves UK for touring with his bandmates.

inspired by @cams-writing-dump smut prompt.

words: 2,548

warning: this is so fluff omg, oral (f receiving), virgin fem reader, proof etc

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Roger is leaving tomorrow for the US. Their tour begins there and you do know how much you're going to miss him. However, him being with you was just all about fluff, cuddles and kisses. He's becoming a rock star, he wouldn't stay with you if you do take things really slow. And this is what you're doing for a year. You both agreed it would be slow but now the time is pushing you. You have to make the decision that's been pressuring you for weeks.

Roger avoids staying over at your home the last weeks because he knows you wouldn't do anything more than just kissing. He is a man. You do know what his needs are. He can't wait forever. Today you finally made that decision: having sex with him for the first time in your life. You knew you were feeling ready for it when just fantasizing it wasn't enough. You were craving for the real one and you knew Roger would make it all about you.

He would come here to greet you but also stay over, he'd bring his suitcases so he'd leave the next morning. You were crying thinking of the distance you'll both have but also him not being loyal to you and he would sleep with groupies. Your best friend though said that if you let him wait all this time now he'd be like a volcano ready to explode due to anticipation. He'll only crave your body. That's what will make it special. But he was keeping it all back, not trying to press you neither get you out of your comfort zone despite of how much he wanted it.

He's here now. You opened the door and kissed him before letting him in. You helped him place his suitcases next to the door and now it's all about you.

"This is our last time together, before leaving for three months..." his palms wrapped your cheeks and stared at your eyes for a long until he kissed you. You could read his thoughts: we've been together for a year and we never got to do something more than just kissing.

"You know I'm going to miss you..." you looked him back at his eyes and he just hugged you, really tight. You could even feel his boner at your lower stomach.

"And I'll miss you too." He let you out of his arms and took off his jacket while going to the living room.

You couldn't say what you wanted to say. You couldn't say Roger sex me up or fuck my brains out before you leave. You're romantic it's not that way.

As he sat at the couch ready to fire a cigarette you gently placed your hand against his wrist, gently stopping him from what he was doing. He looked at you confused and put it down.

"I've been thinking about it a lot and I um..." you stared at the ground. "I think it's time we should finally do that." you finally locked your gaze with his. He was looking at you surprised but then you could see how relieved he was after telling him it's about time to do it. He would be your first one and that makes him feel special.

"You think?" He asks as he stands up.

"I-I mean... It's about time to happen, you wanted it for so long and I've been imagining it since the night I met you and you're leaving tomorrow and I know I'll regret it if it doesn't happen tonight." You said with no breaths within.

"Easy love, it's okay..." he reasurred you as he placed his hands on your shoulders. "Listen I'm not pressuring you all this time, I respect you but now it's a time issue." He stated and you nodded. "Do you really want me to do the things I wanted to do on you for a year?" he asked as he looked deep in your eyes. His dirty words gave you chills and hell, you liked having his hands squeezing your butt gently.

"Oh my God, yes..." You whispered and he kissed you.

"Follow me, love." he grabbed your hand, leading you to the bedroom you both shared a lot of times sleeping together and cuddling. Now it's about time to make you feel all grown up.

You were standing at the edge of your bed and right there he began kissing your lips smoothly while his hands reached your shirt and with one move, he vanished it from your body, now staying with your bra and your sweatpants. You were so impatient, so your hands unbuttoned his semi-unbuttoned suit, now he was shirtless and you could see his chest area and giving him soft kiss es. "Lay down my love, this is all about you." He kissed your neck and gently laid you on top of your bed. Your head was where your pillows are and that was a comfortable position

Roger was going lower, at your legs and he took off your sweatpants, now staying only on your underwears. He was staring at your untouched body and felt so hyped as he saw you ready just for him.. He took off his jeans and now you had a clear view of his boner under the only fabric he had on. You liked the effect you had on him. Him waiting for you really made the effort. He was so impatient now, you could touch him and he'd melt. He laid between your legs, slightly removing your panties from your private area. He could notice a wave of nervousness hitting you as your body shivered. And then he stops removing your panties, placing them back to their place.

"Hey, baby, you alright?" He asked as his eyes met yours.

"Just feeling a little nervous." You honestly answered.

"We can stop if you want." He said, caressing your legs.

"No, please no. Continue, I want you to make me love..." You said beneath your breath, removing your bra from your body, now staying almost naked in front of him. At the sign of your confidence, he lost it, watching you now getting into the warm atmosphere, ready to lose that piece of innocence.

"Alright, let me taste you, is it fine?" He asked, asking for your permission.

"Just get on with it..." Your hands grabbed the headboard, ready to feel his mouth against your area.

His hands removed your cute cotton fabric from your legs and now you were fully exposed to him. You didn't mind. The night you are sharing is going to be stuck in his mind for the entire tour. His big palms, spread your legs and now he can have clear access right there. His mouth touched your labia and you knew it was really happening.

"You're so wet already, you do help me right here, baby girl..." He bit his lip and looked you into your eyes before turning back to your pussy. His tongue against you, sent shivers in every inch of your body. He started licking you and then eating you out, now, feeling more comfortable with his actions. "Babe, oh my God, where were you hiding all this? I'm so thankful I'm the first who tastes you." He gently kissed your thighs and now his long fingers attempted an entrance inside you. His one finger got in you, feeling your world collapsing already.

"F-fuck me Rog..." You moaned with your eyes closed, enjoying it a lot.

"You want more babe?" He asked and you nodded. You could barely talk. The pleasure he was giving you was indescribable. "I want to see how'll you react with one more finger inside you. You have to get used to them." He teased and got on top of you, as his fingers filled you. He was kissing your lips, then giving you small neck kisses. That feeling was addicting and hell, you liked it a lot.

"Roger, I'm gonna c-" You tried saying but he stopped you.

"You can't cum, love. You haven't felt the real one yet." he took off his fingers from you. "Wanna know how you taste like? Or do you know already?" He winked, referring to one of your masturbations in which he heard you moaning his name.

"Oh God, don't turn me off like that!" You laughed, feeling now comfortable and confident. He knows how to enlighten your mood. He laughed too and then he was surprised as you grabbed his palm, sucking the fingers he used to help you with your orgasm. "You like your taste hm? You so dirty..." He moaned and kissed you passionately, now your taste within your kiss.

"Go on babe..." You said after interrupting the kiss. He attempted standing up, but you stopped him. "I know you always carry condoms with you but don't leave the bed." You kind of begged him not to leave your side.

"But we have to take precautions." He looked at you confused.

"I bought a pack, it's in the bottom drawer." You looked at him as you pointed your nightstand.

He gave you a crooked smile before placing his left hand at your nightstand's drawer.

"You knew all this time, didn't you?" He asked after grabbing the condom.

"I would feel more secure If I bought them, you know..." you smiled and he couldn't smile back after seeing how cute and protective you are of yourself. "But yeah, I felt like tonight's the right time," you stated and he nodded incomprehensively.

"Anything that makes you feel safe, is good to me." He kissed your cheek and took off his underwear. It was about to happen. He wore the condom you bought for him and now he prepared you. He made small circles around your clit, getting wet again and he looked you deeply in your eyes. "Are you ready about it?" He asked while caressing your cheek and then your hair.

"Yeah." You whispered and grabbed your hands, around his arms, feeling now his body on yours.

His penis came closer to your vagina. You could feel he wanted entrance in there so he raised your leg so you could be more stretched. As he was finally inside you, he tried making smooth moves, making it easy for you to adjust on his size. A soft moan of you slipped from your mouth and felt pain as he was moving a little bit faster than before. "Want me to stop?" He asked after seeing you aching a bit.

"N-no, just keep up with it, I like it." You moaned and he kissed your chest, then your neck and then your lips, keeping you occupied and distracted.

His moves were now smooth as you got adjusted to his size, pain disappeared and all you could feel was pleasure and what you could hear was Roger's soft moans and your bodies tribbing against each other. You closed your eyes and opened them again, staring at the ceiling.

"Look deep into my eyes, sweetheart." His voice made you focus on him again, doing what he says, feeling even more sensitive towards him. His arms wrapping your body, feeling super safe with him.

"That feels so good Roger..." You said with your remaining stamina.

"I want to watch you fall apart." he moaned as his thrusts reached your G-point.

"Ah fuck, Rog..." You loudly moaned, leaving nail scratches at his back and his arms. "I-I can't." You said ready to finally cum.

"Come for me y/n, do it for me." He said as his last few thrusts were the ones which sent you. "Fuck." He moaned as he came around the used condom, now out of you.

"Ah fuck Rog, that was amazing." You closed your legs after him kissing you and standing up to clean himself.

"I know right love. Allow me to say that this is the best sex I've ever had. All thanks to waiting for a bloody year." He laughed after going to the bathroom.

You moved side but you noticed small stains of blood at the size you were a couple of minutes ago. "Aww fuck." You whimpered and checked yourself after seeing the blood at the sheets. "I have to wash them." You said to yourself after wearing your underwears again. Roger came back to your bedroom and saw you removing the sheets from your bed. He guessed what you were doing so he didn't ask. "I've got to put them in the laundry and get clean ones." You said to him and he came closer to you.

"No babe, go get them in the laundry, clean yourself and I will make the bed, don't worry." He kissed you before heading to the closet.

"Honestly, you'll make me sleep on the same sheets until you're coming back home again." you joked and he laughed at your compliment.

After all this tiny mess, you came back to the bed you shared for that night. He was smoking his cigarette before you came. You could feel nicotine in the air but you didn't matter. You only wanted him. "Roger I love you." You looked at him and he did the same after hearing these precious four words. He kissed your lips again, his hand at your neck, keeping you warm.

"I love you too y/n. Honestly, I find our relationship the most important thing in the world." He said back and all these worries you had about him cheating on you while on tour disappeared within a few seconds.

"Please don't hurt my trust." You looked him deeply in his eyes and you noticed a sign of confusion. "I gave you everything I had, don't make me regret it." You said feeling now insecure he'd hurt you.

"You won't regret it. Don't blow your head with nonsense!" he smiled and hugged you before turning the light off.

Airport

"Can I come with you to the airport tomorrow morning? I want to say you a last goodbye." You said as your head was placed at his chest, feeling his heart beating steadily.

"Of course my love." He kissed your head and then you slept on each other's arms. Probably the best thing you've ever done with Roger.

There were so many people there, saying goodbye to Queen and asking for autographs too. Roger noticed how upset you were so he grabbed your hand walking with you until their flight gate. You felt so broken he was leaving you but also happy you both completed your relationship. The rest of his bandmates were leaving, going inside the gate but the manager was still there, waiting for Roger.

"I'm gonna miss you." He said to you while wrapping your hands with his. The paps couldn't stop taking photos but both of you nearly gave a shit.

"I'll miss you so much Roger." You were ready to cry but kept it for later. You didn't want him to see you so fragile.

"I'll keep calling you every day. I'll call you when we land." He kissed your hands and you hugged him tightly.

"Roger, the plain is leaving in a few." The manager said, interrupting your cute moment.

"I love you y/n." He kissed you and then you could hear the cameras burning from the flash. "Yesterday night was the best time of my life." he whispered in your ear so nobody could hear it.

"I love you!" You whimpered and kissed you again before leaving. His figure disappeared as the gate finally closed. His rock-star life was about to begin.

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illfoandillfie · 5 years ago

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Curtains

Pairing: Roger x Fem Reader

Summery: There’s a problem with your curtains...you don’t have any.

Warning: Smut (18+), Exhibitionism, masturbating, public fingering, unprotected sex, dom!roger, little bit of choking.

Words: 2305

A/N: No one asked for this and I didn’t intend to write it but 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ Inspired by THIS ask I sent to @idontbelievethiss (who also very kindly beta read it for me) about living with a big ol glass door in my bedroom that doesn’t have any curtains on it (true story). This fic is an ode to exhibitionism and uhhhhhh I need to get me a neighbour as cute as Roger.

Taglist: @somekindof-cheese @dtfrogertaylor @ezmina98 @vee-ndetta @atomic-watermelon @kellypenac @labessieisallama @deakyclicks @jennyggggrrr

The flat you’d rented was small – amounting to barely more than a bedroom, bathroom and kitchen-slash-living-slash-dining area – and needed a little work. Nothing huge, just small cosmetic stuff that even the poorest student could fix themselves without too much trouble. Which was okay since you and everyone else on the street were students, and none of you were particularly well off. It gave you something to bond with your neighbours over. Or it would if you could pluck up the courage to talk to any of them. You’d waved at the boys in the place next door once but the blonde one was too much your type for you to talk to without feeling flustered and you were already nervous enough just moving in. So you focused on settling in and imagined the conversations you’d have about the broken lightbulbs and loose taps.

The most annoying thing you’d had to fix was the curtains. Not the curtains themselves, though they were worn and faded and musty enough to warrant replacing. No, it was the brackets that screwed into the wall and held the whole curtain rod up. They were splintered and chipped like someone had once tried to swing from the curtain rod and found it couldn’t quite hold up the extra weight. Someone probably had. Drunk most likely. Either way it felt like one harsh tug on a curtain would bring the whole thing down on your head. Which meant you’d had to spend an afternoon trying to find a screwdriver that fit so you could remove them and then you’d had to go to the hardware store to buy new brackets and screws. Of course, now it was a full month later and the new curtains you’d picked up still weren’t hanging. Your fault, obviously. The brackets you’d picked first were much too small to hold the rod you already had. Then you’d realised you need different screws and a new screwdriver since none of yours were the right size. And then between classes and adjusting to your new life it had kind of slipped your mind.

It possibly should have bothered you more that the door that led from your bedroom into the back garden was left curtain-less, especially since it was a glass door. It had bothered you at first. You’d cursed yourself for a week straight for not fixing the damn thing, staring out into the dark garden as you tried to sleep, feeling like a good hard orgasm would help send you off but also feeling uneasy at doing it with no protection from the outside world. But then there’d come a night when you were just so overwhelmingly horny you couldn’t ignore it. A week of rushed orgasms in the shower and on the couch had left you desperate for something better, where you could take your time and really enjoy it. And you couldn’t shake the image of the blonde from next door. It was dark outside, you’d reasoned, and it wasn’t like you were facing the main road – just the back garden where no one was likely to go, especially not at quarter to midnight. And besides, you were safely hidden away under your covers in your dark room so there was no reason to believe anyone would see you. You slept better that night than you had since you moved in.

A few nights later you did the same thing, after your cute blonde neighbour smiled at you. And then again the next night after he waved hello. And then the next day, because at nine in the morning on a Saturday you could almost guarantee you were the only one awake so really there was no risk and what else could you do when the only thing in your head was the neighbour’s laugh. You’d stayed tucked up that time, carefully watching for any sign of movement out the back door, but gradually you let the covers drop little by little. Before you knew it, you were regularly getting off in full view of the back garden. You knew that the chances of someone actually seeing you were tiny but something about the mere possibility of it happening had you reaching for the vibrator again.

Which was the only explanation you had as to why you were yet again spread out on your bed, at two in the afternoon, skirt and underpants thrown to the side, shirt in a crumpled heap next to you. You held the vibrator against your clit once more, moaning as your orgasm began its approach again. You’d been going for twenty minutes or so with the vibe on the lowest setting, pressing it to your clit on and off, teasing yourself with it. Part of you wanted to flick it onto a higher setting now and just let yourself cum but part of you wanted to hold out, let it build a bit slower. You closed your eyes and let out a needy whine as you pulled the vibrator away again. After a few calming breaths you pressed it back to your clit. You could already feel your orgasm, picking up almost where you’d left it. Right as you were considering switching to a faster speed your eyes drifted to the door. A familiar figure was out there, in your back garden, casually looking into your room, blue eyes watching you intently. Your heart constricted with shock as your eyes met and you came, moaning loudly. By the time you’d got yourself back together he was gone.

The fact that the cute blonde from next door that you may have a slight crush on saw you like that was enough to have you blushing for the rest of the day. Even the slightest sign of his long golden tresses had you ducking for cover. By the evening you were desperate for a drink so, after checking the coast was clear, you headed down to the local pub. Within minutes you were stationed at the bar, two empty shotglasses beside you and a full pint in your hands, trying to drown out the memory of those eyes through your door, and the small voice that was telling you to see if it could happen again. It was going as well as you could hope it would when you saw those same eyes fix on you in the mirror above the bar. Cheeks already burning, you watched as he downed his drink and walked in your direction. “I knew I was good but I didn’t realise I could make a girl cum just by lookin’ at her” You turned to look at your neighbour, his back was to the bar and he leaned back on both elbows as he looked you over. “That- that’s not what happened. It wasn’t you,” you managed to stutter out. He pushed himself to his full height, turning toward you, “But I think it did have something to do with me, even if it was just by virtue of my impeccable timing. See, I think you like knowing people are watching you. Innocent shy little thing like you doesn’t have curtains in her bedroom? Has to mean something. And I think it means I could have you cumming on my fingers right here in a matter of minutes because you like the danger and you like being naughty where anyone could see you. You struggled not to whimper as you listened to him, heart rate increasing with every word. And by the way he laughed he could tell just what an effect he was having on you. “I’m Roger.” “You’re my neighbour yeah?” “One of. And what should I call you?” “Y/N” “Well Y/N,” his fingers tickled your knee, “shall we test my theory?” You were already uncrossing your legs, letting them fall open so he could trail his fingers up the inside of your thigh. His touch crept higher and higher up your leg as he finally slipped into your underwear. “Already soaked.” You breathing was heavier than it had been a moment ago, eyes darting around the crowd on the search for anyone who might suspect what was happening. “Look at me, love. Eyes stay on me while my fingers are in your tight little cunt.” All you could do was nod as he slowly worked two fingers deep into you, terrified that if you tried to speak you’d alert someone and everything would grind to a halt. And then he leaned into your ear, speaking softly despite the surrounding noise. “God you’re fucking filthy aren’t you. Have to be to get off like this. Y’know I was coming over to introduce myself properly this afternoon. Seen you around enough, thought I should. No answer when I knocked at the front so I decide to try round the back in case you couldn’t hear me. And wasn’t I glad I did. Didn’t expect to see the shy new girl being such a slut, practically inviting everyone to watch her. Guess it was my lucky day.” You couldn’t hold in a whimper as Roger increased the pace of his fingers. “Haven’t stopped thinking about you since. About the way you came when you saw me. How your eyes went wide and how your cunt looked clenching around nothing. All the ways I want to fuck you in front of that door.” You came with a gasp, shuddering quietly as he pulled his fingers free and wiped them on your skirt. “Looks like I was right. Should I take you home now?” You knew he was being cocky and presumptive but all you could manage was a small, half begged, “Please.”

The moment he was in your room his lips were on your neck, sending pulses of electricity through your body as he unzipped your skirt. He detached himself briefly to yank your shirt over your head and then he was back, sucking at your skin as you tilted your head to encourage him. His hands were warm as they ran over your body and yours trembled slightly as they tried to unfasten his pants. You managed to push them down past his hips, setting his cock free, before he spun you round and pushed you towards the bed. “Hands and knees facing the door,” he ordered as he wiggled the rest of the way out of his jeans. You paused to pull your underwear off and then hurried to obey. You watched from your position as Roger pulled his own shirt off and then he disappeared behind you. The bed dipped and your heart pounded against your chest. “Being such a good slut for me,” he said as he grasped your hip, “wanna hear you moaning like you were this afternoon.” The ‘yes’ you were about to give was lost in a whine as he eased into you. He gave you a moment to adjust, kneading your arse, and then his fingers were digging into you as he began fucking you in earnest. It was rough and deep and there wasn’t much more you could do than clutch at the sheets and whine his name. You dropped your head forward but almost straight away his hand was around your throat forcing you to look up again. “Gotta keep looking at that door. Never know when someone could come by. And you wanna be seen don’t you.” You didn’t respond, too focused on how good he felt, but you did squeal when he pulled you backwards onto your knees, his hand squeezing your throat, his cock buried deep inside you. “Maybe I should call my bandmates over, let them see how slutty the new girl is.” You shook your head as much as you could under his grip but Roger just laughed in your ear. “Your head says no but by the way your cunt just clenched around me I’d say you quite like the idea.” You shook your head again, “Please move Roger, please fuck me.” “No,” He wrapped his free arm around your stomach, holding you still against him, “not till you admit you like the idea of people watching you like this,” You bit your lip, trying to wiggle out of his hold but it was too tight. You gave in, “fine Roger you win. I like it.” “Like what?” “Roger, fuck, I like the idea of being watched. I came when you saw me because you saw me and I kinda want someone to come over and see me now.” “Was that so hard to admit? Silly little slut.” You couldn’t respond because both his hands were gripping your hips, setting you to bouncing on his cock and the only coherent words you could form were ‘oh’ and ‘fuck’. You grabbed onto one of his wrists for support as you brought your other hand to your clit, furiously chasing your release. “Christ,” Roger groaned. You were sure you’d find bruises in the morning from how hard he was holding you but as your orgasm hit nothing could have convinced you it wasn’t worth it. You chanted his name, each separate “Roger” growing louder and overlapping until it sounded like one continuous word. He came with a grunt, followed by a gruff, “fuck” as you collapsed to the mattress together.

He stayed long enough to catch his breath and get redressed, talking to you while you lay where you’d landed when he’d lifted you off himself. “Next time I’ll fuck you up against the door shall I? Or maybe I’ll open it and let the rest of the street hear you.” You laughed softly without really understanding, watching as he pulled his shirt back on and made to leave. He paused in the doorway, “And hey, welcome to the street.” And then he was disappearing into the darkness.

#my writing #roger taylor smut #roger taylor x reader #roger taylor imagine #i started this at like 4pm yesterday and over the course of the evening and today i got it finished #i know its not the next part of SR but if its any consolation #im hoping to get 3 things posted this week #this is 1 #the anatf gift is due up on the 9th so that's a definite #and #if i have enough time then also SR p2 #just depends on how quickly things come together lmao #but i have absolutely nothing planned for this weekend #besides spending a couple hours setting up my bulletjournal #so i should be able to get a fair bit of writing done

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