#girls who can only give head or finger somebody comfortably and are finally gonna be able to have normal enjoyable sex..

[moodr1ng]

less than 40 days until phalloplasty.. impatient ofc but also ik its gonna suck as all surgeries do lol..

[mypoisonedvine]

The Kind of Girl You Take Home to Mom (part 3 - FINALE) | Andy Barber x reader

(part 1) (part 2)

summary: andy knows how to take what he wants, and he wants you.

word count: 5.6k 

warnings: SMUT, subtle dubcon elements, loss of virginity, infidelity (obviously), wedding ring kink (shocking!!! jk), 

a/n: wow, after all this time I FINALLY finished this series.  sorry it took so long.  I still have an alternate ending that I want to write... but I wanted to go ahead and get this out first.  thank you everyone for your patience!  I kind of expect this to flop despite being the most requested thing ever, but idgaf.

“Honestly?  I always had this weird fear that he was going to try to seduce one of my girlfriends.”

For the second time that day, you choked.

“Wh— are you okay?” Jacob gasped, running over to you as you coughed up water.

Your attempt to respond was useless as you could only sputter and cough, trying to communicate that you were fine with a casual wave, but only managing to flail your arm wildly.

“Was it something I said?” he pressed.

“No, I just—” you wheezed, but interrupted yourself with another coughing fit as your eyes watered from the lack of air.

He slapped your back to try to help you along but it wasn’t very effective, just adding one new source of pain to your predicament.  I always had this weird fear that he was going to try to seduce one of my girlfriends, that was what he’d said.  What does that even mean?  Did he mean it like “I always had this fear, for no good reason,” or did he mean it like “I was always afraid of this, and now it’s come true”?

The way Jacob was looking at you— kind, concerned, patient— it didn’t seem like he suspected you of anything.  He probably would’ve led with that if he knew something, right?

When your airways finally cleared and you were able to start catching your breath, you finished getting ready for bed quickly and hopped into bed.  You couldn’t handle any long conversations with Jacob, though you tolerated some cuddling before you fell asleep.

You dreamt that night that you were drowning.  Andy was holding you, his arms wrapped around you from behind as he pulled you to shore.  Or was he pulling you under?  Either way, you figured you’d had enough water in your lungs for one day.

~

You probably should’ve let them win at Scrabble… you just couldn’t help yourself.

“I have…” Jacob trailed off as he counted in his head, “177 points.”

“209,” Laurie announced, reaching over to rub Jacob on the shoulder sympathetically.  “Sorry, honey.”

“384,” Andy grinned, setting down his pen and pad triumphantly and looking to you for your score.

“Um,” you stalled, almost embarrassed to say now.  “I got, uh, 559.”

Laurie and Jacob erupted into sputters of confusion, demanding that you recount your points as if they hadn’t all seen you play ‘quixotic’ on a triple word space.

“Good game,” Andy murmured with a soft smirk as he stood up and left the table.  You smiled back at him quickly, the other two too busy recounting the numbers on your pad to even notice.

So, that was the end of board games for the night.  Jacob suggested a movie but you just knew that would just be you and him cuddling under one blanket… while Laurie and Andy cuddled under another.  You weren’t sure you could take that.  Instead, you decided to read your book outside— even though you figured Laurie was disappointed you didn’t want to do anything more social.  Complimenting her beautifully landscaped backyard eased the blow, though.

It was hard to get comfortable on the patio couch, not because of the couch itself but because you knew it wouldn’t be long until somebody bothered you.  When you heard the door open, you were a little disappointed to see Jacob approaching you.

“Hey,” he smiled, sliding in next to you on the couch and wrapping an arm around you.  

“Hey,” you greeted in reply, slightly flat in your affect as you immediately dove back into your book.

“You’re feeling okay, right?  We could go for a drive if you need some space,” he offered, rubbing your shoulder gently.

“No, I’m alright,” you mumbled.  “You know me, I like my peace and quiet when I can get it.”

“You… like them, don’t you?”  He must’ve sensed that you didn’t understand what he was referring to at first.  “My family, I mean.”

“Oh!  Yeah, that’s not the issue, really.  I know we’re going back home tomorrow but I still need to decompress a little bit.  I’ll be more social tonight, promise.”

When you looked up at him, his face was closer than you’d anticipated.  It reminded you of when you two met, at a party where the music was so loud that you’d had to stand about this close to be able to carry a conversation.  Well, technically that wasn’t the first time you met, because you had him in one of your classes that semester, but it was the first time you’d talked.  He was fun, he was new, he was friendly.  I can’t stay long, I’ve got a test in the morning, you’d yelled your explanation.  You’re gonna ace it anyway, he had dismissed at the time, so you should stay and have fun!  You deserve to have fun.

Maybe that was what had made you attracted to him: you couldn’t think of anyone else who had been so worried about what you deserved.  But now, Andy was added to that list.  You hated to imagine that Jacob had inherited that nature from his father.  Is he treating you right? Andy has asked you that night, and you really weren’t sure even now what the answer was.  He certainly wasn’t treating you poorly, but was that enough?  

Back in reality (and not in your whizzing, anxiety-ridden thoughts), Jacob leaned in and kissed you softly.  The kiss was just like him: patient, gentle, but also somehow energetic.  It was… nice.  Comfortable.  Feeling a surge of boldness, you set your book aside and leaned into him, pushing the kiss a little deeper.

He let out a tiny little noise, nearly a moan, as your tongues began to slide together.  His hand reached up to cradle the back of your head— you remembered that he did that a lot when you were making out, but all those times felt so foreign now.  Your hands reached up to rub against his chest through his t-shirt; that dark maroon one he wore all the time, so much that it was forming a few holes at the hem.  His hand slid down to your back and—

“Am I interrupting something?” Andy’s voice tore you both from the moment and from each other’s arms.

“Dad!” Jacob protested, sounding particularly immature with the way his voice rose to a shrill yelp of shock.

“I was just coming out here to let you know that your mother wants your help with dinner,” Andy explained, “but I wasn’t going to let an opportunity to embarrass you like that go by.”

“You never do,” Jacob sighed, giving you a quick kiss to the cheek as a goodbye as he stood up and walked inside.  You felt Andy’s eyes on you as you looked to the ground awkwardly, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.  A few seconds after the door was shut, he spoke again.

“I couldn’t let you two get too hot and heavy, and besmirch this innocent patio couch.”

“You’d better not be mad at me for kissing my boyfriend,” you frowned as you stood up.  “That’s the most normal thing that’s happened all weekend.”

“I’m not,” he assured, beginning to step closer to you.  “Jealous?  Slightly.  Not that I see him as competition or anything.”

“Uh, you probably should,” you disagreed, raising your eyebrow in a mix of confusion and challenge.  

“Honey, I saw you kissing.  It was nothing to write home about,” he laughed.  “He doesn’t seem to realize that, since he brought you here.  Can’t blame him—-” he stepped closer to you and ever-so-delicately brushed his fingers against your arm— “but you know you can do better.  You know nobody can make you feel like I do.”

“Andy,” you murmured, trying to step back as you glanced to the window by the backdoor, through which the both of you were clearly visible to anyone who sat in the living room.  It was empty now, but it was too close for comfort.  “Someone could see…”

“They’re in the kitchen, don’t worry,” he soothed, leaning down to ghost his lips over your cheek and neck, “nobody’s gonna see us, angel, s’just you and me…”

You didn’t want to, but you melted into his touch anyway.  Just those little circles that his fingers drew on your back made your entire body erupt in shivers.  “Andy,” you found yourself whispering as if you needed to remember who was doing this to you.

“I’m gonna fuck you tonight,” he whispered against your ear.  

Your breath caught in your throat.  

“Are you scared?” he teased.  “Afraid my cock’ll split you in half?”

Embarrassed, you nodded.

He grinned, pulling back from your neck to force you into a deep, dominating kiss.  You wrapped your arms around his neck and clung to his shoulders, eagerly allowing his tongue access as it pressed into yours.  A little moan escaped you, causing him to pull your body even closer.  You had worried that kissing the two of them in a row like this would lead to an inevitable comparison, which would be beyond disgusting.  But nope, this kiss made you forget that you’d kissed Jacob at all.  Not that that exactly stopped it from being disgusting.

You knew if you didn’t stop yourself now, you wouldn’t be able to soon… and you really needed this kiss to end before you two got caught.  Pushing on his chest, you pulled back with a sigh.

“We shouldn’t—” you began.

“No, you’re right,” he agreed with a reluctant nod.  Still, you missed his touch now that it was gone.  “We’ll have plenty of time for that later.  It’s just hard to keep putting on a happy face when all I want is to grab you and bend you over the table and—”

“Oh god, you can’t talk like that,” you laughed nervously.  “You’re gonna drive me crazy, I swear.”

“Haven’t I already?” he smirked.

You nodded, because he was completely right.  With a quick wave, you opened the door to step into the house.  He called your name, getting your attention as you turned around.  In his hand, arm outstretched, was your book.  “Almost forgot this,” he smiled.

“Right, thanks,” you nodded, taking it and going back inside.

~

You spent the rest of the day reaching new heights of anxiousness.  Shaking your leg, chewing your lip, scratching your wrist— how could you relax after what Andy had said, how could you act casual?  You were just waiting for the other shoe to drop, for the obvious opportunity to arise and for Andy to be inevitable like he always was.

You weren’t sure how he did it, but he did.  He got Laurie and Jacob to leave you two alone in the house.  With his influential career, he was probably used to getting what he wanted, but you hadn’t anticipated that he was so good at the hard work it took to get those things.

He got you, though.  Not that that took all too much hard work.

“Enjoy the movie you guys!” you told them as they were making their way out the door.  Jacob leaned in for a goodbye kiss, and softly asked one last time if you wanted to come.  

He pulled your shirt up over your head, and you hadn’t even gotten it all the way off before he undid your bra with a quick motion.  You hated to think about Jacob in that moment, but those few times you’d fooled around with him to this extreme, that part of the process had taken quite a bit longer.

When your breasts were free his hands latched onto them instantly; the rough pads of his fingers felt good against the sensitive skin, and his hands were so damn big.  You felt your back arching into his touch.

“Can’t wait to get my mouth on these,” he purred, “but I need to see all of you first.”

You yelped as he picked you up and tossed you back onto the bed.  He took off your socks first, which made you feel a little hot for some reason, and then reached down to pull at your shorts.  You lifted your hips to make it easier, looking up at him and gnawing on your bottom lip nervously.

As he tossed your shorts and underwear aside, you suddenly felt very naked compared to his clothedness.  Probably because you were completely naked and he was completely clothed.  He smiled down at you before grabbing your ankles and resting them on his shoulders, starting to kiss up your leg slowly while never breaking eye contact.

You whined impatiently.  “Andy, please, need you…”

“Shh,” he soothed, “we’ve got time baby, I finally got you all to myself and I’m gonna savor it.”

His lips moved up your calf and thigh, but irritatingly skipped anywhere salacious to get straight to your hips and belly.  “Hnng, Andy—” 

You choked on your words when he licked over your nipple, swirling his tongue around it before sucking it into his mouth.  It instantly hardened between his lips and he smiled.  “Baby, you’re so sensitive,” he cooed against your skin as he kissed his way to the other and did the same.

Your hips bucked up and made contact with his clothed thigh; you let out a high-pitched moan and did it again, rubbing yourself against his suit pants.  The rough material sent shocks of pleasure through you as Andy smiled and left little love bites along your neck.

"Look at you, such a needy little girl," he tsked.  "Rubbing your cunt on me like a whore.  You're gonna make a mess, baby."

"'m sorry I just— oh, fuck," you sighed, your head falling back onto the pillow with a soft thud.

"It's only fair," he shrugged.  "I don't mind spending the rest of the night with your come on my slacks.  So long as you spend it with my come still in your cunt."

You gasped, trying to imagine how you would hide that from Laurie and Jacob…

But you couldn’t keep on that train of thought for very long as he started to kiss down your stomach again.

“Please, Andy, need— fuck, I need you to— um, taste me, please,” you whimpered.

“Hmm, beg a little more,” he smirked.

It was a long line of nonsense after that; some barely-intelligible string of ‘please’ and ‘Andy’ with a little flair of embarrassing whining.  He laughed a little before he finally did what you’d asked, latching his lips onto your swollen clit.  Your back arched instantly as your hands clenched at the comforter beneath you.

It wasn’t at all like you’d imagined it would be— it was so warm, and he alternated between surrounding you with his mouth and teasing you with the tip of his tongue.  You let out a long, deep moan when his tongue slipped inside you, twisting and massaging your walls so perfectly.  Your hands carded through his hair, accidentally tightening and pulling when he licked right over your clit.  He didn’t seem to mind, though, just moaning against you and doing it again and again and again until your legs were quivering. 

Just as you were about to tell him that you were close, he instantly pulled away to speak.  “I can tell you’re close,” he purred as if he’d read your mind.  

“Please, don’t stop,” you begged, but he continued to sit up and started to open his belt.

“It’s not time to come yet, honey.  It’s gonna feel so much better when you come while I’m inside you— for both of us,” he grinned.

As his sweater was discarded and his trousers were pushed down, you bit your lip.  You weren’t sure you would ever get used to seeing his cock, especially when it had leaked enough pre-cum to leave a wet patch on his boxer briefs.

He was on you the second he’d finished stripping, caging in your body with his, growling as he started to kiss your neck.  You whined and arched your back, your heart racing as you tried to cope with the fact that this was happening, this was really happening.  It was surreal, or maybe it was more than real— you were going to lose your virginity.  To Andy fucking Barber.

“I think you’re ready for me, don’t you?” he asked teasingly, his hips moving forward to press his cock against your inner thigh.  You nodded as you swallowed thickly, gasping as he reached down and started to rub his swollen head through your folds.

“Please…” you sighed, even as your chest tightened with distant fear.

You had wondered if what he'd said about his marriage to Laurie being sexless was true.  It certainly would be a convenient lie to garner your sympathy and make him look better.  But you had no doubts it was the truth when he pushed his cock into you; he moaned like a man who had dreamed of this moment for years, who had been so deprived of affection for so long.  

It hurt less than you’d expected, although it was certainly overwhelming.

“Oh fuck, Andy,” you moaned,

“Say my name again, baby,” he demanded with a groan.

“Andy!” you repeated, a little louder right as the tip of his cock hit so deep inside you that it hurt— and for some reason, you wanted him to do it again.

“Fuck, you need to be quiet, or the neighbors’ll hear you,” he hissed as he pumped into you deeper and faster.  “Can you do that or do I need to choke you to shut you up?”

You whimpered from fear at that idea and he laughed a little.  

“Don’t act so innocent, baby, I know who you really are: you’re my dirty little slut.”

“No I’m—” you began to disagree.  A quick slap to the face, not too hard but stinging nonetheless, shut you up.

“You know you are,” he hissed, “so say it.”

You could barely carry this conversation, his cock filling you so completely that you couldn’t think about anything else.  “Andy, I—”

“Say it.”

You gulped but managed to pant between heavy breaths, “I’m…  I’m your dirty little slut, Andy…”

He grinned and began to move faster, deeper, somehow.  You clutched at his shoulders, kissing him and groaning into his mouth.  When his hips slammed into yours, you moaned louder than maybe you ever had before.  "You want it rough, honey?” he taunted.  “Want me to fuck you hard?"

"Yes, please!" you sobbed, your voice hoarse and desperate now.

He grabbed your hips and made good on his offer of brutality, and then some, making you nearly scream.  He kissed you again, perhaps in an attempt to keep you quiet, although it didn’t work that well, as you mouth fell open with every cry.  His teeth captured your lip as he growled above you, holding your hips up so the angle was perfect to send his cock right into the end of you, so deep— too deep, in the most perfect way.

His cock stroking against your walls was indescribable; each thrust made your entire body erupt in shivers.  The stretch was difficult but you loved it, you loved the way his body pushed yours to its limits.  

"Gonna come inside you, honey," he moaned, "gonna fill you up so good, gonna mark your body with my come and make you mine."

"Oh god, Andy, please," you sobbed.

"You gonna come for me, pretty girl?” he encouraged.

“Yes, so close—” you cut yourself off as you choked on nothing, you entire body beginning to tighten and seize up as pleasure spiralled higher and higher.

“Just like that, come on my cock,” he demanded, but you couldn’t do anything else even if you tried— the coil snapped as your vision went spotty.  Just as you started to close your eyes, he held your neck and stared down at you.  “Look at me when I make you come.”

You struggled to keep your eyes open with the intensity of sensation washing over you, but you didn’t want to know what would happen if you disobeyed.  Those blue eyes pierced through you as you shivered underneath him, and with your walls constricting his cock just felt even thicker inside you.  “Andy,” you whimpered, your fingers and toes erupting into pins and needles as you felt him flexing inside you— and he must have been coming in you in that moment, with the way he sighed and his thrusts pumped deeper yet more erratically.

Warmth spilled inside you as numbness decorated your extremities and fogginess clouded your mind.  You lost focus as he collapsed beside you— even when he pulled out, you still felt full, due in part to his come inside you and in part to being ruined so thoroughly by him.  Maybe you’d feel normal again tomorrow, or next week, but right now it was impossible to forget that you were fucked, in every sense of the word, by Andy Barber.

He pulled you into his arms and kissed your neck slowly, his breathing slowly returning to a stable pace as his chest pressed against your back.  He was mumbling something about how you were his girl, how you did so good for him, but you were already drifting into sleep even though it was barely nine o’clock.

You woke up the next morning in the guest room with Jacob beside you, who informed you that he’d found you already asleep when he got back from the movie he’d gone to see with his mom.

You left just a few hours later, waving goodbye to Mr. and Mrs. Barber as Jacob pulled the car out of the driveway.

three months later...

The sun was just starting to set as you made your way home after your last class of the night.  Campus was gorgeous at this time of day, but you weren’t really taking the time to notice it as you focused instead on how wonderful it would feel to kick your shoes off, slip off your bra and slide into bed.  What you didn’t anticipate when you unlocked your dorm room’s door was to find Andy sitting on your bed as he waited for you.  You shut the door quickly so none of the girls mulling about the hall would see him.

He looked so out of place in your dorm.  He was so… adult, and yes, everyone there was an adult, but he was a whole new level of adulthood compared to the other residents of the honors dorm.

“You shouldn’t be here,” you reminded him.

“Why shouldn’t I be?” he questioned casually.

“Because your son is on the other side of the hall,” you explained, unamused.  “What if he sees you here?  What if he sees your car in the garage?”

“You worry too much.  I don’t give a fuck if my son lives nearby, if I wanna visit my girlfriend then I’m gonna do it.”

He’d never used that word for you before— or at least, not in front of you.  It made you feel nervous, glancing to the floor as he stepped closer towards you.  "I think I'm too young to be your girlfriend,” you decided.

"Perfect age for a mistress, though."

You stammered as you tried to balance the way that word made you feel sick with the way it made you feel aroused.  He lifted your chin with a finger, his other hand pulling you closer at the waist.  "Are you trying to act innocent, honey?” he smirked.  “Do you think I didn't realize that it turns you on?"

"Wh-what turns me on?"

"The sneaking around.  The secrets, the lies; the fact that it's wrong, forbidden, taboo.  It's why you haven't broken up with my son yet and it's why you stare at my ring all the time— yes, I noticed."

You frowned, crossing your arms impatiently.  “I haven’t broken up with Jacob because my relationship with him makes a great cover for my relationship with you… I’m doing that for us.  And do you think I like the ring?  I hate that stupid chunk of silver, seeing it on your hand makes me so livid because it just reminds me that I don’t have you all to myself and—”

“Baby, you know I’m all yours,” he purred, kissing down your neck as your back began to arch.  “Meanwhile, I have to share you with him.”

You were amazed that he could refer to his own son with such disdain, but then again, you knew how jealous he could get.  

“If you’re mine then take the ring off,” you suggested between panting breaths.

“If you’re mine then take it off for me,” he countered.  His left hand was travelling up your neck and you grabbed it by the wrist.  He pulled back to look at you as you brought his fingers to your mouth, kissing the tips of them before sucking on his ring finger, deeper and deeper, until it was poking down your throat and the ring was at your lips.  Lubricating it with your spit and spinning it with your tongue, you used your teeth to pull the ring slowly off of his finger.  He gasped a little as you opened your mouth and displayed it for him on your tongue, before spitting it out and across the room; it made a tiny little clinking noise as it hit your floor.

“Fuck,” he growled, the sound deep in his throat and dripping with desperation.

It felt like his hand never left your neck that night, like he was trying to claim you in every way he could all at once.  He was so possessive over you, ironically.  It was hard not to feel like your whole life was waiting.  Waiting for the semester to end so the next one could begin.  Waiting to graduate and get a job and finally begin your real adult life.  Waiting for the marks Andy left on your skin to fade so you didn’t have to wear a turtleneck in June.

Waiting for Jacob to find out, like he inevitably would.

Waiting for Andy to leave Laurie, or at least do something to make it seem like this was going somewhere.  

The thing about Andy was that he had this magical ability to make you stop worrying, in a way nobody and nothing else could.  When you were apart, reality would set in again and you’d decide you needed to confront him the next time you saw him.  It wasn’t even that you needed him to commit to you, specifically, you just needed to know what was going on— because how could he stay married through all this?  He needed to leave her, not for you but for himself.  You would get yourself all worked up and then he’d show up and soothe you until you forgot what you wanted to say in the first place.  When you were together, the future didn’t matter anymore, and neither did everything that was wrong about what you were doing.

It was like living in a dream, a really strange dream.  You were drowning in him, just like you’d known you would, but you didn’t want to stop.  You didn’t want to stop the secret dates when you gave your friends and boyfriend some excuse about having to study, the rendezvous in the back of his car, the midnight phone calls where he was whispering so his wife wouldn’t hear.

You figured that after all this time of being a good girl— the perfect daughter, the perfect student, the perfect girlfriend, the kind of girl you’d take home to mom— you deserved to let go.  You deserved to have fun.

[hyogonokitsune]

hi love!!! I would please like to request something so jdneoe please I'm all blushy while thinking but imagine iwaizumi fucking you in front of the mirror in the locker room after hearing the Japan team talking about you, his precious girlfriend, how they would use you as some fucktoy, he knows you deserve way more than that

hajime knows all the players were watching by the door how you were almost breaking from the pleasure he was giving you, too lost in it you didn't even know they were there

pls this is basically mirror sex and unknown voyeurism for the reader 😭😭😭😭

ofc if you don feel comfortable you don't have to do it!! thanks a lot

this is my first-ever request, so as a prize you win a kissaroo from me to u 😘 this was a very fun idea anon, so thank you for sending it in! I was also blushing while writing it ksjdksdduhjd          

actual locker room talk, (semi-nonconsensual) voyeurism, mirror sex, overstimulation, creampie

2200 words

watching -- iwaizumi hajime x reader

He knew it wasn’t your fault; after all, you couldn’t help how cute you were. You couldn’t help the way the fabric of your skirt clung to your hips, the way the neckline of your blouse dipped down when you bent forward, revealing just a little too much skin. You certainly couldn’t help yourself from gazing at your boyfriend with those cute little bedroom eyes each time you visited him at work; it was a look that he learned early on was unintentional, it was simply your natural reaction to seeing him, and it was one of the little things he loved about you. That gaze was reserved for him and him alone, and it only appeared on your face when you thought no one else was watching.

But someone was always watching you; they just couldn’t help themselves, not when somebody as cute as you was wandering around the gym, trailing after Iwaizumi like a lost puppy, your sweet laughter echoing around the room. The looks they caught you giving to your boyfriend, a small indicator of what you were like behind closed doors, made it difficult for them to not fantasize about you.

Iwaizumi knew this, and to some extent he didn’t mind. Having a gorgeous girlfriend inevitably meant that other guys were going to think about her a little too much, but it didn’t matter what they thought to themselves, because at the end of the day it was him that you went home to.

What he did mind, however, was the way they talked about you. Crowded into the locker room after practice, unaware that he was just outside the open door, the team didn’t hold anything back.

“Did ya see what Y/n was wearing today?” Atsumu asked no one in particular. “That dress didn’t leave much to the imagination, huh?”

“Pretty sure she wasn’t wearing anything underneath,” Hinata said.

“Yeah, I saw the way you were starin’ at her,” Atsumu laughed.

“Can you blame me? When she bent over to pick up that ball….”

Someone whistled then, a low, long note. Several other voices murmured their agreement.

“If she’s looking for some balls to hold, I wouldn’t mind helping her out.” More laughter sounded out; Iwaizumi’s jaw clenched. He was frozen on the spot, unable to tear himself away from the disgusting conversation.

“Yeah? Why don’t you tell her that next time she comes around.”

“Bet she gives crazy good head.”

“Girls like that always do.”

“Fuck, I wouldn’t mind hitting that.”

“She’d probably just lie there and take it, too.”

“Not like I’d want anything else outta her, though.”

Their laughter rang out. Iwaizumi had finally had enough, forcing himself to turn and walk away; it probably wouldn’t have been a good look if the team’s athletic trainer wound up putting them in the hospital.

He definitely knew it wasn’t your fault; not you, his lovely girlfriend who had never asked for any of that attention. The fact that you just existing could elicit such disrespectful comments made him feel more frustration than he knew what to do with. More than the knowledge that other guys were thinking about fucking his girlfriend, he was more bothered by the way they had spoken about you, as if you were just a piece of meat, something interesting for them to play with. He knew better, knew that you were someone to cherish and take care of, someone he had gone out of his way to make feel good countless times.

But he also knew that their comments were, in the end, harmless. He certainly was never going to relay them to you, and as long as you could stay happy, blissfully unaware of what was being said about you, Iwaizumi could shoulder the burden of knowing the team’s true thoughts. He had managed to calm himself down by the next time he saw them, and was successfully managing to ignore what he had overheard.

Up until the next time you stopped by the gym.

When he spotted you across the court, chatting innocently to Ushijima and Atsumu, something in him snapped. He was hyperaware of the lustful way Atsumu was looking down at you, the way the muscles in Ushijima’s arm tensed when you playfully shoved him on the shoulder, laughing at something he had said. It was one thing to listen to the team talk about wanting to fuck you; actually seeing it so plainly on their faces was something else entirely.

Before he was aware of his own intentions, Iwaizumi was making his way over to you, putting a protective arm around your shoulders and tugging you away from the others.

“Y/n,” he said, his voice sounding oddly clipped. “Can you come with me for a second?” He was already leading you away before you could respond.

“Hajime? Is something wrong?” you asked, looking up at him. You could see the muscles in his cheek tensing as he clenched his jaw.

“No, baby,” he said, but you weren’t entirely convinced.

“Okay, because it seems like something’s bothering you,” you pressed as he led you into the team’s locker room.

“Nothing’s bothering me.” He pushed your back up against the row of sinks, large hands firmly gripping your waist. “Just wanted to touch you,” he said, head bending down to press hot kisses into your neck.

“Hajime, not here!” you said, but you made no effort to push him away. You sighed, melting into his touch, hands grasping at the fabric of his shirt as his mouth moved up to your ear, teeth nipping at the soft skin.

“Why not, princess?” he asked, voice low and husky. “Don’t you wanna see how cute you are?”

Turning you around, he pressed his chest up against your spine, hand weaving into your hair to tilt your head back so that he could kiss down your throat. You stared at your reflection in the mirror with wide eyes, gasping as his teeth sank into your skin.

“Don’t you wanna see what you look like when I’m fucking you?”

Your heart was pounding, legs trembling as his hands roamed over your body, lifting up your shirt and tugging down your bra to reveal your breasts. Your nipples hardened when the cold air hit them; Iwaizumi’s fingers brushed over them, pinching and rolling, making you moan softly.

“P-please, Hajime,” you said breathlessly, feeling his cock pressing into your ass. You grinded back against him, desperate for more contact. The wetness was growing between your thighs, soaking through your panties.

“Hmm?” he hummed in your ear. One of his hands moved under your skirt, tugging your panties down and letting them fall to your knees. “What do you want, princess?” he asked, sliding a finger along your pussy, making you squirm.

“Want your cock, please, baby, need it so badly,” you begged. In the mirror, you saw him grin over your shoulder. He tugged down his shorts and boxers just enough to free his cock, before flipping your skirt up over your hips to get a better view of you. He dragged the head of his cock between the folds of your pussy, his touch teasing.

“This what you want?” he asked, the tone of his voice making you shiver. You nodded, biting your bottom lip in anticipation. He pressed into you, groaning at the sight of your eyes fluttering shut as his thick cock stretched you out. His hands gripped your hips firmly as he bottomed out; you clenched around him, drawing another low groan from his lips. “Fuck, baby, you’re so tight.”

Iwaizumi loved the look on your face in the mirror, with your head thrown back and eyes squeezed tight, breath coming out in shallow pants as he started thrusting into you. It was clear that you had no thoughts other than how good he felt inside you, desperately wanting him to make you cum; but a part of his mind was thinking of something else. He was thinking about the fact that practice was almost over, and any minute now the team would be heading back to the locker room to find you there, shamelessly moaning from the way that he was fucking you.

“Open your eyes, princess,” he told you. “I want you to look at yourself while I fuck you.” You immediately obeyed, staring, mesmerized, at your boyfriend’s face in the mirror, his dark green eyes boring into you.

His cock was hitting that spot deep inside your cunt, making your whole body tremble. He dug his fingers into your hips, gripping you harshly as he fucked into you. Your pussy was tightening around him, letting him know how close you were getting.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he groaned, mouth sucking on the skin of your neck again. “Who’re you so wet for, baby?”

“Y-you, Hajime—oh, fuck—only you,” you gasped out, surprised by how much you were loving being able to watch yourself getting fucked. Your cheeks were flushed, hot breath fogging up the mirror as you came closer and closer to your release. “F-fuck, please don’t stop, baby, I’m g-gonna cum—god!” You had barely gotten the last word out before your orgasm washed over you, eyes closing again at the intense pleasure.

You were too wrapped up in your own world to notice the sound of footsteps getting closer, but Iwaizumi was all too aware of them. He was looking at the door in the mirror when the team appeared there, grinning to himself at the stunned expressions on their faces. He put a hand on your back, pressing you down until your chest was lying flat on the counter.

“You want more, baby?” he asked you, just loud enough for the others to hear.

“Yes,” you moaned, head nodding against the cool surface of the counter. “Feels so good…”

Iwaizumi started thrusting into you harder, the sound of his balls slapping against your cunt echoing throughout the room. You were quickly coming undone, breathing shallow and fast as your nails grasped at the surface beneath you. His name left your lips over and over, begging him to go harder, faster, to give you more.

He loved the way you felt around him, loved how easy it was for him to completely wreck you. Your cunt was clenching so hard around his cock, drawing him back in each time his hips pulled away from you.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he murmured into your ear as one of his hands reached around to play with your clit, the added sensation making your spine arch. “You wanna cum again, princess?”

“Mm hmm,” you whimpered, unable to say much else. You could hardly catch your breath with the relentless pace he set, the feeling of his cock so deep in your pussy making your mind go blank. He was rubbing tight circles over your clit, the friction sending you over the edge again.

With one cheek pressed into the counter, Iwaizumi could see half your face as you were cumming. He smiled at the way your mouth fell open, no sound coming out as he continued to rock his hips into you, not giving you a break for a second. He glanced up at the mirror again to find the whole team still standing in the doorway, watching intently as he fucked you better than they ever could. Several of them were palming themselves through their shorts, desire plain on their faces.

He increased his pace even more, fingers still playing with your clit, making you cry out. Your whole body was shaking underneath him; the sight of it drove him mad.

“T-too much, Hajime!” you wailed, but the look in your eyes as you gazed up at his face pleaded for him to keep going. The overstimulation was electrifying every part of your body, a tingling sensation running up and down your limbs as his cock slammed into you relentlessly.

“One more, princess,” he said, never stopping his movements. “You’re gonna cum for me one more time.” It wasn’t a question or a request, but a clear order. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from his, even as they watered from the intense pleasure, your vision blurring, body shaking uncontrollably.

“Fuck, fuck! Hajime!” you screamed out as your pussy clenched around him again, eyes rolling back. A string of curses and moans flew past your lips, dissolving into unintelligible babbling. If he hadn’t been gripping your hip so tightly, you would have collapsed from the intensity of your orgasm, knees trembling wildly.

Iwaizumi couldn’t hold back anymore. He leaned down over you, chest pressing into your back and lips latching onto your throat as he came, spilling his load inside of you. “You’re so amazing, baby,” he whispered, his words intended only for your ears.

Panting hard, he pulled out of you, fixing your clothes into place before tucking himself back into his shorts. Pressing one last kiss into the back of your neck, he looked up at the mirror. The hard look he gave the guys still standing in the open doorway was more than clear; without needing a word from him, they all turned to leave before you could sit up and notice them.

Iwaizumi wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you in close to plant a kiss on your temple. He led you out of the locker room, grinning at the way the team stared at you in the hallway, their eyes moving to look at his cum slowly dripping down your inner thigh.

--

➣ masterlist

[chelleztjs18]

Lost in Assistance - Ch. 10

Elizabeth Olsen x Fem!Reader.

GIF: I do not own this GIF.

Summary: Y/n is a professional celebrity's personal assistant in Hollywood got hired with two years contract to be the assistant of the famous and talented Elizabeth Olsen / Lizzie by her manager. Both Y/n and Lizzie hate each other since day one, and they have mutual friend. One is as stubborn as the other, will Y/n stay when Lizzie gives attitudes and tries her best to make her quit before the contract ends?

Warning: fluff, angst, smut (in future chapters), swearing words ( +18 only)

I do not own any pictures, name, brand, song titles or anything that I used in this story.

All chapters

The three of you are finally back at the hotel. As soon as you got there, you went to your room to get ready. So is Lizzie in hers. When you are ready, you go right away to the girls’ room. You knocked on the door, and for some reason you slightly wish that Lizzie’s face would slowly show up as the door is opening but like usual it was Aubrey’s smile the first thing you see. “Hey.” Aubrey moves to the side as she opens the door wider for you to come in. “Hey Aubrey.” You unconsciously smiled in slight disappointment.

You do not mind at all that it's always Aubrey who opens the door for you. She is your good friend, really. You just start to think why is it always Aubrey? Is it just a coincidence or not really? Does she hate you so much that she is avoiding you at all cost? Oh well, why does it matter anyway? Why did you wish it was Lizzie who opens the door for you just now? There’s nothing special to it. The hatred is mutual. You were probably just concerned about her anyway after seeing her cry, you think it’s just a normal nice gesture if you are wondering how she was doing.  but again it’s none of your business. Your mind juggling all of those thoughts in such a short time triggers a quick rush in your mind.

Your eyes secretly look for Lizzie. You try to do it in the most subtle way so Aubrey won’t notice while both of you walk to the living room and sit down on the couch. “She is inside, still getting ready, Y/n.” Aubrey told you as if she can read your mind. “Huh?” Surprised with her statement just now, you got caught off guard and that was all you can say. You curse yourself in your mind for being too obvious.

“I know those eyes,y/n. You can’t lie to me. Your eyes’ movement. You were searching for her.” Aubrey teased with a knowing smile. “No, I wasn’t!” You denied instantly. “Yes you were, Y/n.” She convinced you in a playful tone. “No,I wasn’t!” You shout in a whisper. You feel warm on your cheeks and ears. “Okay, y/n. You were not.” She agreed in a playful sarcasm. “Tell that to your blushing cheeks.” She mumbles under her breath and rolls her eyes at the same time.

“What Aubrey?” You asked. “Oh nothing.” She smiled.

Aubrey slouch on the couch yet you sit next to her awkwardly straight up with your hands keep tapping your knees like they are a set of percussion. “So, how is she doing? Do you think she already feels better?” Your voice is almost like a whisper when you ask her as you don’t want Lizzie to hear it.

“Hmm. Care much, are you Ms. Y/L/N?” Once again, She always finds the chance to tease you about Lizzie. “Seriously? I asked just because that’s the right thing to do as a human being towards another.” You lifted an eyebrow as you tackled her tease once more. “You know what? Just forget I asked.” You added with a discomfort tone.

Aubrey giggled. “Geez, I was just joking. I think she’s feeling better but she still hates you.” She answered as she tried to hold a laugh teasing you. “Well, that, I don’t need to ask you, I already know. The whole world knows how much she hates me.” You shook your head. She giggles.

“So you are coming with us right?” You asked the girl next to you. “Nuh-uh. I’m not coming. I need to take a break from both of you and your arguments.” the brunette answers while her eyes locked on the TV. “Ouch. Are we that annoying?” You put your hand on your chest and act like you are hurt by what she said. “You guys are not annoying, I love both of you. You guys are just too funny for me to watch but I can’t say anything yet because both of you are too stubborn to listen to me and that’s annoying.” She said nonchalantly with a small smirk.

“What’s too funny about it? And what can’t you say yet? Tell me.” You jokingly push her shoulder. “Oh nothing. I have my own theory, you’ll know it next time.” She patched a meaningful smile. “Oh yeah? Probably a stupid theory?” You jokingly make fun of her. “Whatever y/n.” She giggles.

“Hey, y/n. I just want to say sorry. Honestly, I was the one who gave Lizzie the idea of giving you hell when you are working with her but I didn’t know it was you until she told me your name. Please don’t hate me.” Aubrey’s face showed remorse. “So, you are the one that makes my life a hell? Wow Aubrey. Thanks.” You said it in a playful tone.

“So you are not mad at me?” Aubrey looks relieved. “Nah,it’s okay. I figured anyway. You are forgiven.” You winked at her. “Gosh, y/n I thought you were serious.” She giggles. 

Lizzie comes out to the living room. “What are you giggling about Aubrey?” Then she notices you are there. “Oh.” That was all she said before she went back into the bedroom. A few minutes later, you notice that both of you need to leave not to be late. “Ms. Olsen, we have to go now. We can’t be late.” You told her from the living room. “Gosh y/n, Okay! Okay!.” She let out a harsh breath as she came out. “Bye Aubrey, I’ll see you later.” Lizzie yells as she walks out the suite room. You stand up, wave goodbye at Aubrey, and follow her .

_____

Both sitting on each side of the back seat, the car ride without Aubrey was silent. Just pure silence but you both taking turns on getting caught stealing glances at each other. You really don’t know why you have the urge to ask how she is doing while you know she for sure is not comfortable if you ask her that. You are just her assistant and her personal life is definitely none of your business.  Luckily, you both finally arrived at the location.

The photoshoot starts right away after her make up and wardrobe is ready. Everything is going well with the photoshoot until the last session with the last wardrobe, Sophie who is incharge of makeup and wardrobe had to leave early for a family emergency. Thank goodness, it is the last session, Lizzie just has to change to the last dress, do some shots and they can call it a day. Sophie asked if you can help with the last dress as she showed you which one and said you can just hang the dress once Lizzie’s done and you have no problem with it.

You wait for Lizzie outside the changing room to make sure everything is okay. You heard her softly grunts and curse under her breath. “Ms. Olsen, are you okay?” You heard other soft grunts. “I’m okay. Can you call Sophie please?” Lizzie asked, not knowing that the french lady already left. “Um, she left. She’s not here. Do you need help?”

“What do you mean she left?” She asked in surprise and confusion. “Yeah, she has a family emergency.” You explained. “I need help with the dress.” She asked from the other side of the wall. “I can help you.”

“No, not you. Is there somebody else who can help me?” She asked in a slightly irritated tone. “Yes, there’s Stefan, Andre, Antoine, Oh and there’s Claude.” You named all the crews that’s there who happen to be all males. “I meant a female one, y/n.” She opened the door a little, peek through the small open space and asked in annoyance.

“Yes, Her name is y/n. The only female here besides you.” You answered in a flat sarcastic tone, in emotionless face expression. “Like it or not, I'm the only one to help you.” You shrugged your shoulders. “Fine.” She groans and lets you in while trying her best to cover her body shyly. 

“Y/n, look the other way. Don't look over here.” She demanded. “How am I gonna help you if I have to look away?” You furrowed your eyebrows. She is in this red see-through sheer dress with some floral laces on some body parts that need to be covered with it but on the upper body part it looks like a beautiful corset. She turned around, her back facing you with the dress unzipped leaving her bareback exposed. You can see from the mirror in front of her, both of her hands crossed in front of her dress covered breast to hold the dress so as not to fall. She lowered her head, her face facing down.

The curve line from the back of her neck to her bareback with no bra straps whatsoever yet slightly covered with some strains of her long blonde hair was visible to you, the zipper slider body was way low on her lowest back, almost to her natural perfect size buttocks with the line of her g-string peeking out a little bit. Her peach-cream with a light hint of tanned skin colors look so flawless. Too perfect that no pores are visible.

You swallow your nervous feeling down, try hard to stop staring before she pulls her head up. No, you definitely don’t want her to notice that. “Okay,so you just need me to zip this up right?” You clear your throat. “Uh y-yeah.” You notice that she sounds nervous. 

“Okay. I’ll zip it up. Just pull the rest of your hair up so it won’t get caught in the zipper.” “She nodded, and her right hand grabbed the rest of her hair. The dress is slim-fitted, perfectly designed for her heavenly figure. You tried to pull the zip up by the pull tab but it was a little difficult to do, so you pulled it by the slider body. You tried to get a grip of it, your index finger is between her body and the dress. The tightness of the dress makes the tip of your finger slightly touch her skin. Both of you were surprised by it. You noticed her body jolted even in the very slightest movements when she felt the tip of your finger touch her skin.

You try to ignore the awkward feelings in the air, and you pull the zipper up slowly because you are afraid to ruin the dress. The room fell silent. The silence breaks down all barriers and makes you able to hear her breath hitch softly right when the tip of your finger lands on her bareskin slowly brushes her skin from the lowest part of her back slide up to the bottom of her back neck between her shoulders along her spine. Your eyes follow the zipper up and you lift your head higher to find her reflection in the mirror, her eyes closed and her lips slightly open as she slowly exhales.

“Uh-It’s all zipped up now.” You see her in the mirror standing there beautifully in the dress. She lifts up her head but as soon as her gaze locks with yours, she awkwardly turns her head sideways instantly. Meanwhile you are still hypnotized with the beauty in front of you.

“Take a picture. It will last longer.” Her voice brought you back to your consciousness. “I’m sorry?” You asked as you tried to recall what she was saying, unfortunately you didn’t pay attention at all. “I said, take a picture. It will last longer.” She repeated in annoyance.

“Oh. Uh, N-No, thank you. I’m good.” You answered quickly to hide your nervousness then you realized you picked the worst answer. You internally screamed at yourself for choosing such an answer but oh well, it is what it is. She was chagrined when you answered nonchalantly. She then walked out of the changing room and continued with the photoshoot.

As luck would have it, someone came to cover Sophie and help with the rest so both of you won’t have to deal with another insanely awkward encounter like earlier in the changing room.

______

Both of you are on the way back to the hotel now. After what happened in the changing room, it’s even more awkward to sit with her in the back seat even though there’s enough space in the middle space between you two. You tried to get busy to distract yourself, checking out work related things in your phone or notes and also answered a work call. You are talking french on the phone, Lizzie figured it’s from the magazine company. Lizzie took the chance that was laid in front of her to give yet another glance at you while you weren’t paying attention. 

Every single glance she threw seems to move up slowly. From your crossed leg then to your thigh and she noticed you are wearing ripped distressed jeans that show some part of your skin with your right hand on it. She glances again at your slender fingers with your polished short but not too short nails. She then realized she might glance too long (or more like staring). Mercifully, you still don’t notice what she’s doing.

She finally regains control of herself and stops herself from stealing glances at you then turns her head to watch the street of Paris through the window but that doesn’t stop her wondering what is happening with her at this moment. The more she wonders the more she gets irritated because she can’t figure it out.

Ch. 11

Taglist: @madamevirgo , @musicinourlips​ (Let me know if you want to be added in the tag list.)

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

PROVE ME WRONG

Prompt: Requested by my sister from another mister @ziasaph I hope I made you proud, babe 😉

Word Count: Long-ish

Pairings: Roman Reigns x Reader (ft. A flirtatious Damien Priest)

Warnings: +18, smut, angst, power play, brat taming, cursing, fingering, blood, jealousy

Editor: @thenightmareismyreality

Tag: @marlananicole , @akiko-tanaka , @waywardwrestlewritingwaif , @sassymox , @nicolewoo , @saccreigns , @wickedsunfire @mindofasagittaruis , @reigns-5sos , @auawdo , @lustyromantic , @yungbludjazz360 , @babydee17 , @drewmcintyrekoccsrocbwdgfan

Notes: *places suitcase down on the floor* Ah, it feels good to be home (aka Roman Reings) 😂 If you’d like to check out my previous works, you can find them on my Masterlist 😉

“Are you looking for someone?” A male voice asked from behind me

I turned around to find Damien Priest staring at me

“Oh no, but thanks for asking” I smiled

“Are you waiting for somebody?” He asked

“Not really” I tilted my head to the side

I wasn’t waiting per say - since Roman didn’t know I was here, it was more of a surprise visit. We hadn’t been able to see each other in two months and I couldn’t stand the distance anymore.

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

“No” I answered and he smiled widely as he scooted closer “But I do have a husband” I laughed

“You’re mean” He joked “But so gorgeous”

“My husband thinks so too”

“He’s a very lucky man” He said, as he leaned into the wall in front of me

“And who’s the lucky gal?” I asked

“I was hoping it would be you” He smirked

“That was smooth” I chuckled “Nice try, though”

“What is it, huh? I’m not your type?” He teased

“You’re a very handsome man. So I’m afraid your looks aren’t the problem” I giggled

“So what is it?” He asked

“She’s taken, that’s the problem” Roman spoke from behind him

“Hi, Ro-“ I began

“What are you doing here?” He spat

“I wanted to see you-“

“Couldn’t you have called first, to let me know you were coming?” He asked abruptly

“Hey man, you don’t need to talk to her like that”

“And who the fuck do you think you are to tell me how am I supposed to talk to my wife?” He stared at Damien “Oh yeah, you were signing up for the lovely ‘new husband’ post a few minutes ago, right?” He smiled coldly

“Keep your fucking dick away from my wife, if you want to keep your manhood intact” Roman pulled me by my arm and made me walk in front of him

“Go to the parking lot” He said

“But the locker rooms are over there” I pointed to my left

“Are you deaf? I said go to the fucking parking lot, Sapphire” He almost screamed

“You better watch your tone with me, Roman-“

“YOU better shut your fucking mouth, go to the parking lot and wait for me there because I’ve had enough of you and Priest for today” He snarled and stormed off

He didn’t utter a single word the entire trip back to the hotel, not even in the elevator

It was only when we were inside the bedroom that he finally said something

“Do you wanna split up?”

“What?” I asked, confused

“Do you want the divorce? Do you want to be single again? Do you want to move on with your life?”

“Of course not! Why would I-“

“Then what was that little flirting scene with Damien back at the arena, huh?”

“Roman, I wasn’t flirting with anyone”

“You’re a very handsome man. So I’m afraid your looks aren't the problem” He mocked me “If that wasn’t flirting, then what is it Sapphire? Please, enlighten me” He stated bitterly

“He asked if I was looking for someone, then he flirted a bit, I told him I was married, he still tried his luck and asked if he ‘wasn’t my type’ I said he was a handsome guy and end of story! There was nothing else”

“Do I really look that dumb to you?” Roman laughed hysterically

“I’m telling the truth!” I answered, completely in disbelief by his lack of trust

“And that was it?” He asked, drying up his tears of laughter

“Of course that was fucking it!” I crossed my arms in front of my chest “What the fuck did you think happened?”

“Do you expect me to believe that nothing happened?” He asked, cynically

“What are you implying? That I fucked him in some dark hallway?”

“Or maybe it was in some empty locker room” Roman tilted his head to the side

“Fuck you!” I spat “I drove eight hours today just to see you, because I miss you! And when I get here I’m kicked to the curb like a sick dying dog? I don’t need this bullshit!” I made my way towards the door but Roman grabbed me by the arm

“I’m not done talking to you”

“But I am!” I tried to pull my arm away from his grip, but he didn’t let go “Let me go”

“No” He said, nonchalantly

“Roman, I’m serious, let.me.go”

“You’re gonna pull out some attitude with me now? Cute” He smiled

“I’m not playing, Roman. I don’t want to talk to you right now” I huffed

He pulled me towards the bed, and shoved me on it. When I tried to stand up and leave, he pushed me down again.

“We can do this all night if you want to” He said, when I tried to leave again

“Fuck off!” I snarled

Roman quickly pulled me by my ankles towards him and straddled my hips, holding my wrists down on the mattress and placing them by the side of my head.

“Sharp tongue today, huh?” He sucked my on bottom lip “I can fix that”

“Screw you!” I screamed

Roman growled and secured my wrists on top of my head with one hand, while the other squeezed my neck

“You’re going down a very dangerous path, baby” He squeezed harder “So you might want to be a little bit wiser with your choice of words”

“How fucking dare you doubt me?” I tried to release myself from his grip “Doubt my fidelity” My knees tried to hit him “Doubt my love and respect for you”

Roman released my wrists and went back to sitting down

“You fucker” I use this new freedom to hit his torso “Get off of me! I want to go back to my house, grab my stuff and leave you alone”

“You won’t do that” He calmly said, as I continued to hit him

“Yes I will! And don’t you worry, when you come back from the road, you will have the house all to yourself! So feel free to bring one of the many road whores with you!”

Roman chuckled “Why would I bring a whore from the road when I already have one waiting for me back home?”

When my attack against him was getting weak from tiredness, he secured my wrists on top of my head once again

“Aren’t you, Saph? My good little whore, so filthy, and all for me” He leaned down and kissed my lips roughly and I took the opportunity to bite his lip harshly, until I felt the taste of blood on my tongue

“Oh, my feisty little bitch!” He smiled at me, with blood staining his teeth “I missed you so fucking much”

Dipping his free hand inside my pants, Roman didn’t waste any time and slid two fingers in me

“My dirty girl is so fucking wet” He began to wiggle his fingers inside of me “You drive me crazy” He growled, biting the top of my breasts through my shirt

“Fuck me, fuck me right now!” I moaned

Roman removed his hand from my pants and shared the juices on his finger between my tongue and his, right after kissing me aggressively as he yanked my pants down, followed by his own.

Holding his length by the base, he slid it in between my folds and teased my clit with his cock’s head

“You want it? Beg for it!”

“Please fuck me, daddy! Destroy me, use me, ruin me, please?”

“That’s more like it” He grinned, before harshly entering me

“Got even tighter without daddy, baby?” He moaned, pounding forcefully “Don’t worry, I’ll fix that for you” He smiled, grabbing my hips and thrusting himself deeper and harder into me

When I was reaching my orgasm, he stopped his actions, which made me look at him confused

“You thought it would be that easy?” He laughed, turning me onto my stomach “No, baby” He slid in me again “I’m very far from being done with you” Roman pulled my hair back, until I was staring at him “You’ll take what I will give you like a good girl”

When I opened my mouth to talk back, he said

“And remember: bad girls don’t get to cum” He chuckled when I kept my mouth shut

And so he began a level of torture that would last all night long...

Please, if you’re comfortable with it, let me know your thoughts on this? Feedbacks are always appreciated 🥰😘

[the-superior-stark]

Neighbor!Steve Rogers x Reader

Neighbor!Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: AU, Neighbor!Steve Rogers, Married (Y/N), Cheating, Smut, Breeding Kink, Marking, Oral (f receiving), Edging. Fingering, Choking

You can request HERE!

Prompt list can be found HERE and HERE!

****

As I pulled into my driveway in the pouring rain I noticed my new neighbor struggling to get his front door opened. I rolled my window down and yelled, “Hey Steve, do you need any help?” He looked up from the frustrating door lock to my car, “I think Sam has my set of keys and I have his,” he offered in explanation.

I knew of Sam seeing as how he occasionally popped by to Steve’s house and I had a few encounters with him. Steve and him had just been out together this morning, probably when the mix up happened.

“You can come in to my house for a little while and wait for Sam to bring you your house key,” I offered, with little hesitance. Steve looked unsure but willing to get out of the relentless rain. 

“If it’s no problem to you, ma’am. I would greatly appreciate it.” The soaking wet man said with a gentle smile. “No problem at all, just let me get a few things from my car.” 

Steve walked over to my car and offered to grab my few bags from the grocery store. I wanted to protest but my cheeks were growing hot and my eyes were glued to his chest and the water droplets falling off of his blonde hair in waves. 

Me and him walked up to my front door and he stood back as I unlocked the door. I could feel his presence behind me and it was slightly intimidating but nice nonetheless.

I opened the front door and said, “Excuse the mess, I haven’t exactly had time for a deep clean with work and all and my husband sure as hell doesn't clean.” He gave me a questioning glance and I felt the need to explain myself with a short, “Late work at the office and all.”

He give a curt nod and followed me as I shuffled into the kitchen. “Can I just place these on the counter.” He asked. “Yeah, sure that’s fine.” I agreed and gave him a soft smile.

I had always thought about having this man in my house but now my fantasies just made me feel awkward. I had always had some type a thought about him that I shouldn’t. I mean who wouldn't? He is literally a perfectly created science experiment. Everything about him screams perfect.

“I’ll go and fetch you some of my husband’s lounge clothes and a towel. You’ve got to be cold in those clothes.” 

I heard him thank me as I walked briskly to the bedroom I shared with my husband. I almost felt like I needed a break from the handsome man sitting in my living room. It felt as though looking at him made me feel intoxicated. Every little thing he did made my breath hitch in the back of my throat. 

I grabbed a thin white t-shirt and a pair of joggers. Both were probably too small for Steve but they were the best I could offer him at the time. My husband definitely had a smaller stature than Steve so we had no clothes around the house to accommodate a man his size.

After I grabbed his clothes out of the drawers, I crossed the hall into the bathroom and quickly grabbed a towel and made my way back into my kitchen. I found Steve standing in the same place I left him, looking mostly nervous. I assumed it was because he was in a house of a girl he barely knew.

I handed him the clothes and towel I had grabbed. “Thank you for these, (Y/N). Can you point me to your bathroom so I can change?” I nodded and pointed down the hall and said, “First door on your left. If you need an extra towel there are some under the right side of the sink. Just holler if you need anything.” He nodded and made his way to the bathroom.

The house was decently sized but still small enough that I could hear every cluttered sound coming from the bathroom. Every little noise Steve made. It almost felt comforting to have someone in the house after all this time. When I was home my husband wasn't and when he was home I was at work. Hearing somebody making noise brought me a great sense of happiness as I made busy work by putting away the few groceries.

I heard the bathroom door open and Steve come out. He walked into the kitchen with his wet clothes. I could see every muscle ripple and felt like if he took a big enough breath the shirt would rip into. There was a greek god standing in my kitchen and I looked like a deer in the headlights as I drank in his appearance.

I grabbed his previous clothes from him and dropped them into one of my plastic grocery bags and placed it on the counter. 

Any nervousness of his seemingly disappeared as he let out a sigh and said “Like what you see, doll.” I gulped and turned back around to what I was doing. “Guess that was a yes.” Steve chuckled out.

“It wasn’t a yes or a no, Steve.” I said, slight grimace in my tone as I wanted to say yes, but knew it wouldn't be right due to circumstances. “(Y/N), I know it’s a yes. You act like I can’t see the way you gawk at me when I do yard work or check the mail or leave for work. I see the way you look at me. Don’t try and hide that from me, doll.”

As he said what he had wanted to say, he had gotten increasingly closer to me. It felt like he was cornering me and the only thing I could do was stammer out incoherent words. Stumbling over everything I wanted to say.

“You look so pretty, all nervous over my words. You’re beautiful, doll.” Any regard I had over keeping my composure flew out of the window the moment I heard those words. I wanted him. A part of me had always wanted him since we moved into this neighborhood. 

I always had my eyes on him any chance I got. He was like a drug to me. I needed him, in anyway he would possibly give me.

“Okay, maybe I do find you extremely attractive but I have a husband.” I said trying to remind myself more so than him. “Baby, I see that relationship of yours. You spend no time together. If you’re home, he's not, and vice versa. Just let it happen. He has a girlfriend anyways.”

I went slack jawed at the mention of my husbands so called ‘girlfriend’. I mean I knew, it was just the fact that even Steve knew. I’m sure everyone knew the marriage was a sham if even he could see it. 

“Don’t worry, darling. I don’t think everyone knows. I just happen to be quite observant of you and your little life.” Suddenly relief washed over me but that didn’t last long. 

Steve had snaked his hand up to my face to wipe away a stray tear I didn't even know was running down my face. I guess it’s the sheer anticipation and stress this situation was giving me.

On one hand, I had once loved my husband and he loved me. Now the marriage was more viewed as a partnership. I cooked and bought groceries and he kept the bills paid with occasional help from me. We both spent our own money and rarely slept in the same house together, more or less the same bed. 

On the other hand, it had been so long since I had any attention. Physically or emotionally. My husband gave me nothing but a home to keep my things in. There was no love, passion, or connection. I longed for something like that. Something like that from one person only. That person being, Steve.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head?” Steve questioned. “I want to know everything and more about you. But first I want to explore you.”

When he got no response from me, he took matters into his own hands, stating “If you want me to stop, say the word. I leave you alone and we can never talk about it again, but something tells me you don't want that.”

My brain had finally caught up with the situation. I was very excited for what Steve had in store for me and I believed that he would take care of my every need.

Steve backed me up against the counter and traced a finger down the side of my face gently whispering about how pretty I was. “I wanna do so many things to you, doll. You gonna let me?”

I gave him a slight whimper and nod in return, begging silently in my head for him to do something. Steve took my nod into consideration and apparently he needed more. “I need some words, baby doll. Need to hear you say it. Need you to beg me. Or I walk out that door right now.”

A part of me knew he wasn’t walking out of that door anytime soon, seeing as how it was still pouring rain and Sam had yet to even respond about bringing him his keys. All rational had left my mind though. My thoughts were swimming in my head and my arousal was making me spin. 

“Please, Steve. I’ll be so good. I’ll do anything you want. Just touch me. Have your way with me.” The blonde man towering over me seemed satisfied with my answer and began an assault on my lips.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” I whispered against Steve’s lips. Almost scared that if I said it too loud it would all stop. “I know, darling. Me too. For so long. Since I saw you waltz up your driveway in that black sundress for the first time. You were so perfect. Perfect for me to ruin.” 

I whimpered into Steve’s mouth and he took his opportunity to slip his tongue between my parted lips. He picked me up and placed me on the counter and began to trace his lips down my neck leaving slight love bites in his wake. “I want you to wake up and see just what I’ve done to you. I want you to remember me when you look in the mirror.”

He stood back and admired his work and began to run his hands over my soft thighs. His hands seemed to be dangerously close to where I needed him most. I tried to squirm but his strong hand kept me in place. “Where are you going, (Y/N). I need you to stay still so I can do what I want. Isn’t that what you want?” 

I nodded at his question and he continued to run his hands over my thighs. admiring me. His hand ghosted over where I needed him most and I let out a sigh. “You’re so eager for me. Tell me what you want me to do.” Steve said. “I want you to touch me.”

He complied easily with my request and dipped his fingers under the waistband of my leggings. He rubbed his fingers over the material of my underwear, slightly teasing me. My breathing sped up rapidly as I waited for him to pull my panties to the side. 

He pulled them to the side and ran a finger through my folds. “You’re so wet already? Does he not touch you like this?” He questioned. I shook my head no in response. “You’re the only one who has touched me like this in a long time.” Steve smirked and said, “Good, keep it that way.”

He sunk a finger into my core with little resistance and used his thumb to rub soft circles over my clit. “I can take more.” I said. “You’ll take what I give you.” Steve responded. I nodded my head and let him continue his work.

He pushed a second finger in and curled them in an upwards motion. I let out a soft moan. As he continued curling his fingers, I felt myself teetering on the edge. “I’m close.” The moment those words left my lips, Steve retracted his fingers and pulled his hand out of my leggings briskly.

I let out a soft whine. “Don’t be disappointed, I’ll give you what you want soon. But I want you to cum on my face. I want to taste you.”

I took no time in shimmying out of my leggings and panties and dropped them somewhere on my kitchen floor. Steve picked me up and carried me towards the hallway. “It’s the second door on your right, if you’re looking for my bedroom.” Steve nodded and continued his path. 

When he reached my bedroom, he placed me on the bed. He pulled his shirt off and hovered over me. “I took mine off, so I feel as if it’s only fair if you do the same.” I pulled my shirt off and began to unclasp my bra. “Leave the bra, I want to take it off of you when I’m ready.”

Steve began nipping his way down my chest and stopped at my bra to tug my nipple through his teeth over my bra. I let out a soft moan and raised my hips to meet his, needing more from him. “Be patient.” 

He continued nipping and kissing his way down my body and reached right below my belly button. I thought he would tease me but instead he delved right in-between my folds. He licked up my pussy skillfully and looked up at me through his eyelashes. He raised his head and said, “You taste so sweet. Wish I could stay here all day.” He then continued by drawing light circles over my clit with his tongue. 

I was a mess underneath him and raised my hand to curl into his blonde hair. He looked up briefly and I could see my juices gleaming in his scruff. I let out the softest groan at how his face looked covered in my wetness. I wish I could see him like this every day. 

His tongue dipped into my entrance and then he quickly replaced his tongue with two fingers. Working them inside of me. My legs were starting to shake and I was getting closer to my release. “I want you to let go for me. Cum for me.” That was all it took for me to let go. It had been so long since I had an orgasm ripped from me and I was still sensitive from being edged earlier.

“You look so pretty when you cum. Love that I can make you feel so good.” Steve said as he adjusted his position to give me a kiss. He grinned his hips down into mine as the kiss got more heated and let out a soft moan at the feeling of my heat pressing against his cock.

“Can I fuck you? I wanna feel you wrapped around my cock. So tight, just for me.” Steve said and I nodded and palmed him through the pair of joggers. “I’m gonna fuck you raw. Fill you up and make you mine. Mark your walls with my cum. Nobody will ever touch you like this again. Only me.”

I felt dizzy at the idea of that and quickly tugged at his joggers. I had only just now realized that I had not given him any boxers earlier and felt the heat rise to my cheeks. I pulled his joggers down and watched as he springed out of his confines. 

He pulled his joggers off the rest of the way and hovered over me with one hand near the side of my head and the other pumping his cock. He placed himself at my entrance and I nodded at him, signaling that he could begin easing in. 

He slipped past my entrance with ease and pushed the rest of the way in. Pain twisted over my features, as it had been a while since I had fucked anybody. Especially somebody of his size. He gave me a moment to adjust and soon the pain turned into an overwhelming sense of pleasure.

I nodded and he thrusted in and out of me at an agonizingly slow pace. “Faster please, Stevie.” I said letting the nickname slip and begging for more. He complied and brought a hand around my neck and slammed into me at a quick and harsh place.

I felt him brush against my sweet spot and let out a loud moan. Steve noticed and angled himself where he brushed against it every time. “You’re so fucking tight. Squeezing me like that. I love the way you make me feel.” 

I moaned and gripped his cock even tighter, feeling the heat pool in my stomach. “I’m so close. Please don't stop.” I begged out to him. He did anything but stop and set a much faster pace. “I’m close to. I’m going to cum in you. Fill you up so full. So good. Want you to go to sleep dripping.” I moaned out at the idea.

“C’mon baby doll, I'm so close. Just a little bit longer.” I nodded and he grunted signaling just how close he was. Steve nodded and as I felt him painting my walls with his cum it triggered my release. He helped us ride out our highs and stayed like that for a moment.

He rolled off of me and took in the moment. Giving out sweet praises to me about how good I was for him and how much he enjoyed himself. Once we both came back to reality, Steve looked over to me.

“I don't want this to be a one time thing. I want you. All of you. Anything you’ll give me. Anytime and anywhere. I love you and have for quite some time.” Steve confessed.

“I love you too, Stevie.”

[jjkxlv]

All The Better For Seeing You

↷Summary: Everything with him was so perfect. He was so good to you. But it was his friends inside his circle that seems to have an opposite opinion with him....about you.

↷Genre: Angst, fluff, established relationship, Jungkook oneshot, Jungkook x reader

↷Warnings: Slut shaming, calling names (gold digger etc) that's all i think

↷Word count: 2.2k

↷Taglist: @pjmochii @iamnamjoonsbxtch @jkreadinglist

That Friday night was just like every other Friday night that you and Jungkook had went through. Jungkook would want take you to the club which him and his friend always go every Friday night to get a drink or two together. Usually you would always find excuse to join him so that you don’t have come face to face with his friend. You know how they feel towards you. They’re not so fond of you the moment Jungkook had introduced you as his girl and till now you never know why. They had never told you why though. But Jungkook doesn’t aware of that. It’s not because he doesn’t care but you just good at keeping secret.

That night, since you couldn’t find a reason to not join him, Jungkook had dragged you to get you ready for the casual meet up.

“Do I really have to do this?” you whined hoping maybe he let you go again this time. “Of course you have to baby. Plus it’s been a while since you and my friend last met.” He answered also using the same tone you’re using. “But I don’t want to” you say softly while rubbing a circular motion around his hand. “But why? Is there any reason why you don’t want to meet my friend baby? Are they making you uncomfortable?” he asked, patiently waiting for your answer. “Noo, it’s not that” you fell silent. You’d been contemplating whether to tell him or not about the beef going around on his friend with you. “Fine, I’ll go”

 The ride to the club feels very unnecessary long. Everything looks stretched out to you. Something about going with him tonight doesn’t feels right to you but you never said anything. Only fidgeting with your fingers to calm your nerves. “Is there anything you’re hiding from me”. Jungkook asked, breaking the comfortable silence. “Uhmmm, nothing? why?”. You replied, timidly knowing that he sensed something. “Nothing, you just seem out of place since we got out of the house. Is everything alright?” he asked once again wanting you to spill anything to him. “Everything’s alright I promise you. I’m just nervous I guess. You know since I last met your friend was a long time ago. Kinda having the first time jittery all over again. You giggled slightly. Jungkook smiled softly at your response. “You know that was unnecessary. They all love you” he said. Oblivious to the fact that some of his friend has never get their liking towards you since the moment they laid their eyes on you. “I know, I’m sorry” you said softly. ‘There’s nothing you should be sorry about angel” he said while slightly glanced at your side. His eyes meeting yours and you both fell into fit of gigles. The car rides continue with some small talk here and there until you arrived at the club.

Hand in hand, you and Jugkook entered the club. With the club owner being one of Jungkook’s close friend, you both easily got into the club without having to wait in the long line to enter it. Making your way passed the heavy crowd, your hands never leaving Jungkook worried that you might get lost in the massive crowd. The club is one of the infamous club known at the place both of you lived. So the big crowd was understandable.

When you and Jungkook arrived at the VIP lounge, you already feel judging stares from his friends. “Oh look who finally decided to show up!” Taehyung said loudly making everyone stares at you and giving you ‘the look’ making you feel slightly uncomfortable. “What’s it with you and your tone” Jungkook asked annoyed by the feeling that his friend is mocking you who suddenly shows up at the weekly gathering. “Woah! Don’t go with the all overprotective boyfriend thingy on me, I’m just excited that we get to see y/n’s angelic face again since you decided to not bring her on every gathering we had in the past” he said while pretending to be smiling. “She’s just been busy. Isn’t that right baby?” Jungkook asked including you in the conversation. “I am plus we barely even have time to spend together. So, I decided maybe I can spend some time with him here tonight. You said smiling at Taehyung. “Is that so? Anyways, are you guys planning on standing there the whole night come and sit with us” he said, making space for both of you. You sat next to Jungkook and had join their conversation every now and then.

Talking for a long time was making Jungkook’s throat crave for waters. So, he suddenly got up to get the water to lubricate his drying throat. “Wait, where are you going?” you asked getting confused but you got up anyways ready to follow him to wherever. “I’m just gonna get us drinks. What do you want? Some Coke?” he asked. “Can I just follow you?” you asked feeling nervous by the fact that he was leaving you alone with his friends. “It’s okay, I managed, you should sit here and relax. You look tensed” he said, noticing your jitters. “O-oh okay then, coke is fine” you said. Already feeling suffocated. He nods and went to grab the drinks. You sat back at the sofa and brought up your phone to scroll you Instagram in order to avoid conversation with his friends. But you didn’t go unnoticed by his friends.

“So y/n, it’s been a long time huh” Namjoon, one of his friend said. “Yeah it’s been a long time” you replied not really wanting to start any conversation with them. “We didn’t expect you and Jungkook gonna last this long. You know since you only like him for his money and all” he added. With a perplexed look, you looked at him and asked. “What do you mean?” “Oh come on y/n playing dumb doesn’t suits you” he said. “No, I really mean it. What do you mean I’m with him for his money?” you asked again wanting explanation. Is this all of this about? Are they saying that you’re a gold digger? “Like we don’t know miss y/l/n. The time you met Jungkook was when you in desperate need of money and Jungkook just happened to like you at that time and you being the gold digger slash slut that you are you shoot your shot” he explained.All of JUngkook’s other friends nodding in agreement. All of the peoples at the lounge focus was now unfortunately on you. You don’t like it. Their stares make you feel 10,000 times small. Did they just call you a slut?

“I’m not a slut nor a gold digger. Stop calling me names” you said under your breath but unfortunately Namjoon heard it. “What did you said y/n? stop calling you names? Oh I’m sorry but that’s just who you are” he said getting annoyed by the fact that you had the courage to even talk back. “Y-you know nothing about me. Why you all just assume things? Is that why you never like me since the first time” you said eyes getting teary and the sob you’re holding back down your throat doesn’t helping at all. Why does it take so long for Jungkook to grab 2 glass of drinks? “Break up with him” Yuna one of Jungkook longest friend said with a stern voice. “W-what?” you asked softly not trusting your own voice. “Are you deaf” she said while walking up to you. They always verbally bully you but it never it never gets physical but with Yuna walking up to you now, your mind was racing with thousands of thoughts. Afraid of what’s going to happen next you got up and ready to ran but she quickly gets your wrist. “Where are you going? Are you going to tell your boyfriend? Are you scared y/n? Did we scared you?” she said with that annoying high pitched voice.

“I said break up with him you slut!” she said while clenching her teeth “You’re not like us. Look at us we have everything that you can only wished you have. We are gonna be somebody someday. You and him doesn’t match y/n. Can’t you see that? I see you not just deaf but you’re also blind” she said while slightly pushed your forehead with her index finger. “S-stop” you said while trying to grab her finger to stop her. By now the tears were no longer held back. “Y/n can’t you see? Jungkook doesn’t even like you that much. He’s just playing around. Every fucking human in this room knows that he’s gonna end up with people on our level. Hell I don’t think his parents gonna like you if they ever meet you” he said breaking your self-esteem piece by piece. “Why are you being mean? I never did anything for you guys to hate me this much” “Don’t you get it y/n?! you.are.not.like.us. Your poor ass doesn’t fit us” she said again now patting your head. “Stop crying nobody cares” you not sure who but it’s some people behind Yuna. “Now please get the fuck out of here before you’ll taste someone’s fist” Yuna said while roughly pushed you onto the wall. Without a second thought you get off there and sprinted to the women’s toilet while gently wiping your tears away.

Fortunately, Jungkook saw you going on a full speed to the toilet while wiping your face. Had you been crying? What happened?

Jungkook”s POV

While getting my drinks done the bar tender suddenly went out to the kitchen to grab some stock for the drinks that’ll be needed tonight. He asked me if I can wait a little longer and of course I said yes because I don’t think I’m rushing for anything tonight since you’re here with me I don’t have to rush home. So I wait while scrolling Instagram to kill times. But I lost count how long did I wait but I’m sure it hasn’t been that long though. Finally, the waiter came and did our drinks and finally handed it to me. I rushed to you taking into consideration that you might be really thirsty by now. But what I saw did break my heart why are you crying? So I rushed to the lounge. Why did everybody look so tense?

“Did something happen to y/n? why did I saw her crying? Did you guys said something mean? What happened here?” but he met with complete silence until Taehyung decided to speak up. “Don’t know, she just suddenly called us names and went into full crying mode. She’s annoying crying on every possible situation. You should find someone else kook. Someone who is on our level” he said getting on Jungkook’s nerve. “Oh shut up at least she’s better than those girls you hooked up with” with that being said, Jungkook put the drinks and went to wait for you at the toilet. After a while you got out.

“Baby what happened? Are you okay? whatever happened while I’m gone I’m so sorry sweetheart” he said while opening his arm for a big warm hug. Exactly what you need. He gently wipes the tears under your eyes while his eyes busy scanning your face. You said nothing but nuzzled your face more into his chest. “Do you still want to be here or do you want us back home” he asked while gently rubbing your back. “If you want to stay here a bit longer I don’t mind, I’m okay with anything” you replied while getting teared up remembering their harsh words towards you. “I don’t think I want to continue this anymore, let’s go back hmm?” he said. “Okay” you said smiling softly at him. “You wait here I’ll go get our things and you have a lot of explanation to do at home” He said while pushing a strand of hair off your face.

Jungkook went to get both of your things and quickly jogs his way to you. You both went out of the club and went back home.

At home

At your shared apartment, you both get your night routine done and got yourself ready to sleep. You can’t help but to remember all those nasty words they called you

 GOLD DIGGER SLUT GOLD DIGGER SLUT

 That night before went to sleep you told him all about his friends. You’re were nervous at first. Scared that he might not believe you but you told him anyway and he believe you. He was so pissed at his friends that you’re thankful that you’re telling him this while you both were alone at home or else tonight might ended up with blood. He was so tensed that night. Can’t believe his friends hated you that much. I mean they’ve told him a couples of time that he should have never got into relationship with you but he also never knew why they hated you. now he knows and he promised you to confront them the next time he sees them.

You both are on your bed with him spooning you from behind while he whispered sweet nothing into your ear. Reminding you that you are worth more than anything in his eyes. Calming you and he make sure to make you feel loved with his kisses that he would do it be it on your lips, nose, neck, forehead, cheeks you named it. It makes you realised that you should care less of what others think about you because at the end of the day Jungkook would always love you and he make sure that you feel and know it every time and you love him for that.

Author's note

Here is my first ever story😁 hope you like it🥰 any constructive comment is very welcome and I'm sorry if my writing did not meet with your expectations🥺sorry if any of yall had waited and it takes me so long to post this😔tbh i posted the the teaser just for fun and I don't think it will gain attention but it did :) so here it is :))) sorry for any grammar mistake. English is not my first language🙏🏻hope you had a great time here the next story teaser will be out very soon😉

[l4verq]

remnants (1)

ransom drysdale x reader

in which you have to protect ransom drysdale because he has the same face as steve rogers, your ex who’s gone back to peggy

warnings : fights, guns, hostage situation, tiny bit of violence

if you want to be added to the taglist, lmk in the comments💗

ʀᴇᴍɴᴀɴᴛꜱ

*not my gif*

-

ransom’s seen pretty much everything.

travelled around the world, eaten the finest delicacies, snapped away for five years into non-existence all because of a purple, ball-sack face alien.

or so he thought.

because sitting here cuffed to a chair infront of you barely conscious, he begs to differ.

how did the night get so fucked so fast?

“hey.” he extends his leg, trying to nudge yours desperately.

you were a sight to behold with your hair undone, dark locks tousled around your delicate neck.

but ransom can’t afford to marvel at you, in fact the first thing he needs to do is get the fuck away from you.

because the way you’d jammed that glass cup up that bartender’s throat without a second thought, you were no ordinary woman.

“psst, hey.” He tries again, eyes skimming over the room.

they probably were holding them both for ransom.

hell would freeze over before he gave any of his money to those fuckers who chained him up like a dog.

you stir around slightly as you slowly open your heavy eyes. a groan slips out when you try to adjust yourself, only tightening the hold on your hands.

“good, you’re up.”

you lift your head to see a bloodied ransom across you.

slumping back into your seat, your body cries out in pain at the slightest movements.

as soon as you’d tasted the martini, you knew it was an ambush, thankfully spitting most of it out.

but it was too late, the drug almost instantaneously taking action, making you groggy.

the last thing you vaguely remember is dragging ransom out only to be whacked out cold, seeing stars.

“what’s going on? hey, are you going back to sleep?”he asks, straining his leg out to nudge yours again.

“you just don’t shut up, do you?” you croak out, barely above a whisper.

“i’m being held hostage in this room,” his nose scrunches up, “so, I’m sorry if I’m just a little curious as to what the fuck is going on.”

he looks almost pitiful, dried blood on his forehead and desperation in his eyes.

reminds you of steve after missions when he would limp around, all bruised up.

your eyes flicker over to the one camera pointed right at you, but the way it was angled you knew your hands weren’t in view.

“do you know about the avengers?” you work on dislocating your wrist to free your hands chained behind you.

not exactly your favourite thing but it worked everytime.

he rolls his eyes and quirks an eyebrow.

“you think I don’t know the avengers? the whole ‘saviours of the world but we choose to remain anonymous’ crap?”

“well, you’re looking at one right now.” you give an umamused smile, slightly flinching at the wrench that causes a tear in your ligaments.

he probably wouldn’t have believed you if he hadn’t witness you take down six people with such ease just a few hours? ago.

“anyways long story short, you look just like captain america and for some reason hydra just can’t seem to get over that face of yours.”

he lets out a genuine laugh which only seems to intensify the throbbing pain in his head.

you were a whole other kind of crazy.

“steve rogers? no one’s even seen his face under that dumb cowl of his.” he snorts, noticing the slight shift in your face at the mention of steve.

“andy barber. jake jensen. colin shea. ever heard of them?”

another tear.

he shakes his head, his irritation only growing by the very second.

“a few months ago, each one of them started disappearing one after the other. the only thing they had in common was their faces. they looked exactly like you, like him.”

you clench your jaw as you position your wrist for the final twist.

the last one always hurt like a bitch.

“you’re crazy.” he huffs, in disbelief.

he knew he shouldn’t have gone to that stupid event, not let his mother get in his head like always.

he could be at home right now, in his lavish three bedroom villa overlooking the sylvan surroundings.

but here he was, tied up in a filthy room with an avenger.

you might have to agree with him on the crazy part because you’re regretting the whole dislocating thing when the last twist pulls through, pain nearly blinding you.

he can only watch in horror as he realises what you’re doing.

“no, like you’re actually insane.” he breathes out in disbelief as your hands slip out of the chain.

the door swings open, guns pointed right at you.

a particular face in the middle catches your eye as you recognise him.

“you know you’re not getting out of here that easy, right?” zemo chuckles, “broke those pretty bones for nothing.”

“you get blipped for five years and this is the first thing you do? somebody needs to get a life.” you slowly get up, hands raised (you think?)

you couldn’t really feel them anymore.

“sit back down.” he orders, gun pointed right at your head.

he yells at you to sit down again but the gun’s pointed at ransom now.

“holy fuck, dude, don’t point that shit at me. this is how 99% of the people in movies die.” ransom pleads, his eyes closed.

“he’s not steve, you know that. so, why are you doing this? I mean I know why I’m doing this.” you hesitantly sit back down, your ears pleased for once to hear the familiar whirring.

just a few more seconds. that’s all you needed.

he cocks his head, “doing what?”

“buying time.”

ransom’s seen enough action movies to know the probability of him accidentally being shot by any of the rain of bullets whizzing past you two right now is high.

too high for his liking.

he thinks he saw a red flying thing knock out zemo? before you pushed him down so hard the chair broke.

“jesus christ, are you trying to kill me?” He yells, his back throbbing in pain.

and all of a sudden, it’s quiet,a persistent ringing taking over his ears.

he opens his eyes to see you hovering over his face.

it’s weird, your lips seem to be moving but he can’t hear you.

and it’s all black.

“i just want you to know that what you did back there, that was stupid.” sam glares at you, in the rearview mirror.

“and dumb.” bucky chimes in.

you roll your eyes.

it was going to be a long ride to the safehouse.

the car bumps and ransom bounces around, his head hitting the top.

“jesus, hold him or something.” bucky turns around, looking at ransom’s unconscious body sprawled on the seat.

you scoot over closer to ransom, your hand guiding his head to your lap.

bucky turns back around, a grin creeping up to his face which you just want to punch off.

you look down at the bloody mess on Ransom’s forehead, fingers slightly grazing over it.

it was done with a blunt object, most likely the back of a gun.

you can’t stop staring at his face, the same lump forming in your throat again.

so you force yourself to look away, focus on the trees zooming past until sam stops the car infront of a small house, “we’re here.”

bucky hands you a bag of essentials, waving at you to go in, “we got him.”

the house is actually better than most safe houses you’re used to.

it has electricity and hot water and that’s already made it a top contender.

you head straight for the shower, stripping down to nothing while turning on the water.

you hiss in pain at the contact of water on your aching skin.

the water’s scorching hot but it’s the only way you feel clean.

you scrub off the grime and dirt like always, desperately washing away the dried blood under your fingernails.

a trail of reddish brown water as you wash your hair, nails scratching every surface of your scalp.

quickly changing into a set of clean clothes, you pull out a box of needles.

you’re sloppy with your stitches, maybe cause you’d gotten used to him doing it for you.

throwing your wet hair into a towel, you debate whether to clean his wound up or not.

but your hand is already reaching for the bag of first aid sprawled all over the sink.

“it’s just a nice thing to do.” you mumble, making your way to the living room.

sam’s passed out on the couch adjacent to ransom and you’re pretty sure bucky went out to get some food.

they’ve changed his clothes for him but the ugly bruise on his forehead only seems to be swelling up.

you sit down on the floor, rummaging through the box, pulling out cotton and antiseptic.

“am I dead?” he croaks out, slightly shifting.

you chuckle, looking back at him.

a few dabs of the brown liquid on the cotton.

“this is gonna sting.” You warn him before gently wiping the angry bruise.

he flinches, groaning in pain.

“where am I?”

“safe.”

“yea, that’s really comforting.” he looks up at you in annoyance.

you exchange to a new waft of cotton, still cleaning up the dried up blood.

it’s strange, how weird yet nice your gentle touches feel.

the way your lips slightly part and eyebrows knit together as you concentrate.

ransom never really had someone take care of him like this.

“wher’s Steve?” he asks the lingering question on his mind.

there’d been many conspiracy theories online, each one crazier than the other.

he again notices the slight clench of the jaw, the shift in your position at the mention of his name.

“gone.” you reply stoically, placing the gauze over the swelling wound.

a shit reply but he can’t bring himself to pry further.

you look down at his face, the familiarity of this catching you offguard.

after every mission, he’d force you to sit down and tend to your every wound, every scratch.

can’t have my girl walking around, all bruised up like that.

and you’d force him to sit down and do the same.

it was always so personal, standing between his legs, his hands around your waist while yours worked around.

“hey, you okay?” ransom lifts his head, regretting it instantly as pain shoots up his entire body.

you blink away the tears threatening to spill any second.

“yeah, I’m good. Get some rest.”

you fumble around, hurriedly picking up the first aid kit, your shaky hands doing little to help you.

you were clearly distraught and ransom had a sneaking suspicion why.

-

a/n : i dont even know if u can physically dislocate your wrist yourself lol, im just making shit up as i go lmao

[sirisuorionblack]

Wonders in the Rain

Remus Lupin x CEO!Reader

Summary - After being unemployed for very long Remus reluctantly allowed his best friend to find him a job as the PA of her boss. And he would forever be grateful to her for that.

Warnings - Metions of death. 

A/N   This is also a fic written for @leydileyla 's 1K followers celebration. And now this fic is by far the longest I’ve written with 4K words. So, enjoy!

You groaned, throwing your pen onto the pile of papers and stood up from the confinement of your study desk and slowly walked towards the coffee machine to fill in the third cup of coffee since the morning and it wasn’t even past noon.

It was difficult and exhausting being the CEO of the most renowned company at the age of 21. It was certainly something you hadn’t expected when two years ago your mother said it would be you who continues her legacy and take care of the company in her death bed. You weren’t ready when you were announced the CEO right after the funeral, the grief inside you never had time to dissipate.

You remember so vividly as you stood in the corner of the room, dressed in all black, eyes swollen as the aftermath of losing your world overnight took a toll on you. Your little brother, at the mere age of 11 looked up at you with wide eyes unknown of what was going on as he clung to you, tightly and you held him as tight, afraid you would lose him just as you lost…the man who the cause for the illness of your mother. Her husband, your father, whose name spurred rage in you as you recollected him arguing with your mother and leaving you and your brother to watch as your mother collapsed onto the floor. 

You smiled pleasantly as your eyes fell on the beautiful woman you had the privilege to call your mother. It was her last picture. Your brother and you were huddled in her arms, a wide smile on your face as your mother kissed your forehead, your eye closed as your brother looked at you, his head thrown back as laughter engulfed him. It was like the time was frozen and you would rather be that girl - carefree and filled with happiness than…you, life so dark you can’t see anything except for the little shine that you so dearly held close to you in protection - your brother.

That was all in your life. Brother and company. Nothing in the orbit of love. It disgusted you ever since you saw your father leave. You despised that feeling of giving someone so much of yourself only for them to dust it off as though it was nothing but a speck of dirt. 

“Ms (L/N)?” your trail of thoughts were interrupted by a sweet voice. You composed yourself, placing the photograph on the table and turned around. It was Lily Evans, an employee of yours who you could very well say was close to you. She knew everything about you, from what you do first in the morning to your drastic sleeping schedule. She almost knew how you would react in every situation yet you couldn’t label your relation with her.

“Yes,” you turned around, avoiding her eyes. She stepped into your lavish office the only person ever having the privilege of being allowed to.

“So, there is this really good friend of mine-” she started with a feared voice only to be cut off by you.

“Evans, please, if this is some sort of a recommendation-” You said and paused as she hurriedly said, “No, no, no. I mean, yes, but he really deserves it,” 

“Fine, what is it?” you said, sighing as you once again took a seat behind your messy desk. 

“I’ve heard people say things about you never having a PA and my friend is actually, I mean, would actually love to take that position,” she said awkwardly. You smirked and leaned back on your chair, looking at her intently as she blushed under your intense gaze. 

You shook your head, “Fine, but I want to meet him and then I will decide,” 

You watched as Lily’s was brightened and she nodded enthusiastically, “Just an hour and he will be here to meet you,” 

You hesitated thinking of your schedule before she said, “You are free the next few hours,”

“And how do you know that?” you asked, raising your eyebrows. 

“I just heard,” she said, looking at the soles of her shoes. 

You rolled your eyes, “No wonder I can’t keep any secrets,” 

You were known for many conspiracy theories and gossips. It was difficult at the start, many breakdowns later you were broken enough that all those knives passed right through the holes, never affecting you. 

You were not excited about the arrival of Lily’s friend and time passed so quickly that before you knew it there was a knock on the door. “Come in,” you mumbled, too endorsed in your work to even look up or comprehend the sudden presence. 

“M-Ms (L/N),” you heard a deep voice say. The voice was new and one you had never heard of and your head automatically whipped to look at the source, startling the poor guy before you. Scars were littering his face and had a failed attempt at masking the exhaustion. He looked weak although there was a pleasant aura surrounding him, buzzing around him with energy. 

He played with the hem of his denim jacket, shifting from one foot to another. His ripped jeans and slightly dirty shirt telling he wasn’t prepared for this meet. He gulped, “My name is Remus, uh, Remus Lupin,” 

You blinked and stood up from your chair, “Who-why are you here?”

Remus’ eyes widened, “I-um, I, Lily told you wanted to see me. I mean, like wanted to meet me before you gave the, uh, the job,” 

For the first time, Remus saw you smile. Remus always admired you, the power and authority that radiated off you was bewildering when considered you were just 21, a year younger than himself and a successful CEO while here he was jobless and wandering around aimlessly. 

Of course, it hurt that ego instilled in him but he wasn’t gonna lose the opportunity of having some money in his hand to pay off his bills. Working as a PA to a girl younger than you wasn’t often considered a better one, and his mother told that very thing when he had called her minutes ago. 

You chuckled, “Take a seat,” you sat down and beckoned him to a chair placed on the opposite side of the desk. You closed the cap of your pen as Remus awkwardly walked towards the desk. 

“So, tell me something about you,” You said, your eyes boring into his eyes. They were gorgeous to Remus and it was terrifying when the reality set in that he was sitting before the (Y/N) (L/N). Someone he had admired only while scrolling through his phone and watching the news. 

You shook your hand dismissively, “I’ll rephrase that,” you sat in a more comfortable position on the chair, “Tell me about the companies you’ve worked for before, your qualification and some basic information about you like your age and things. If you don’t mind, that is,” 

“No, no, of course,” Remus said, “I just graduated from my university and I’ve worked for a minor publishing house for about six months,”

“And why aren’t you working with them anymore?” You asked but immediately asked him to continue as the subtle melancholy wove into his facial expressions and his fingers twitched. 

“Um, I studied English literature and yeah,” He said, shrugging and finally a small smile formed on his face.

You chuckled, shaking your head, “Where are you from?”

“Wales,” he said, without leaving a gap and was weirded out to find the odd feeling in his stomach as he saw you smile and chuckle over again in the short span of time you had met him. 

“Beautiful,” You glanced at the desktop placed on the side of your table and then looked back at him, “It's not gonna be an easy ride of you being my PA you might know the controversies that sparked in the past,”

“Yes, mam,” Remus nodded, his hands that were tightly clasped together was sweating profusely. 

“You will be sent an email that will let you know about the rest of the details. Make sure you read it thoroughly,” You said, glancing at the computer screen again. 

“Yes mam,” Remus said, fiddling with his fingers. 

“Also, the date when you can join will be mentioned in the email itself,” you smiled at him, “And that’s about it,” 

“Oh, alright,” Remus stood up slowly. 

“Your appointed, Mr Lupin,” You said once again and watched as the glow finally found his face after your confirmation. He grinned happily and said, “Thank you very much, Ms (L/N),” and dashed out of the room without another word, leaving you feeling extremely happy for some reason as you returned to your tedious paper.

Two months, that’s how long you had known Remus and over time it was appropriate to say the two of you grew closer.

You had never had anyone to stand behind you and guide you to what is right, it was always you, yourself alone in the vast arena named society feeling scared and little in the insides while having a brave facade outside. It was extremely difficult to push everything aside and struggle to move forward alone and without proper guidance.

But ever since Remus was appointed two months ago, he had never left your side. It was as though somebody had stepped beside you on the high podium you stood on, facing what was worse than galloping hordes. The comforting aura radiating off him calmed the burning insecurity and fear drilled into you. He stood like a guard, a mentor and a…friend. You’d go a far as to say family as you saw the ways he behaved with your brother.

Remus never made you regret a thing in your regretful life. It was almost bewildering in the start at what he could do. He had made a tiny hole in the wall you had created for yourself from the world. And the little crack Remus created bombarded him with everything he knew that you wouldn't have told anyone else.

You weren’t aware how he knew all those things about you that even you didn’t. It was as though he knew exactly what you would do before you even thought of it. Remus Lupin did wonders to you.

And (Y/N) (L/N) did wonders to him. Remus couldn’t calm his nerves the first day he walked into your office in that posh suit and saw that bright sparkle in your beautiful eyes. He fell. Quite literally, it was extremely awkward when he tripped over his own foot and had to hold onto the door handle. But you had a smile and beckoned him inside saying it happens all the time and how you had to change the layout of the office. 

Just as Sirius Black - the love god as he demanded to be called - predicted, by the end of the first month, Remus was smitten over you. He couldn’t find a reason to dislike you in fact, every minuscule detail he learned about you just made him like you more.

One drunken confession to the “love God”, Remus was clear of his feelings to you and he was never one to understand his feelings, rather run away from them and he had lost a handful of relations like that and he never wanted to do it again yet there wasn’t a chance he could tell them to you and the victim of the mess of his love life was James (Remus thought he deserved it). 

Remus groaned, leaning back on his chair and rubbed his eyes. He received the mail for the annual conference that would be held where thousands of companies would be having a discussion. It was a really good idea but you hated it and just yesterday he had listened to you speak passionately against it, although Remus just heard the first few sentences and the rest of them falling into his deaf ears as he stared at you. 

“Remus,” Lily shook his arm, “Remus!” 

“I'm listening,” He mumbled and he didn’t have to see her to know she would have rolled her eyes. 

“What is the email about?” She asked. 

“Read it yourself, Evans,” he said with a sigh.

“Is this what you would have told to the love of your life?” she said but he could hear her voice drawl as she read the mail. Remus mumbled, “I don’t love,”

“Sure you don’t, Lupin,” she scoffed. Remus knew what was happening and who she was referring but he would dare say it himself and be teased relentlessly. 

“So, why are you groaning to attend a conference,” Lily asked. 

“She hates that,” Remus said, still not opening his eyes. 

“Ah, she hates everything,” Lily said and he failed to notice the smirk on her lips as he defended you and glared at her. 

“First of all, it’s overseas and she said they would be poorly organised. Second, she doesn’t hate everything, alright, you just don’t know what she likes,” He said, sitting straight on his chair. 

“Sure, sure, Remus,” She said, teasing and left not before ruffling his mass curls, “You suck, do you that?”

”Yep, ask James of it!” She said, winking at him as Remus groaned, disgusted. 

“Ms (L/N),” Remus managed to leave his seat 30 minutes later, mentally preparing himself. You looked at him with a bright smile and beckoned him in by waving your hand enthusiastically. It physically hurt Remus to think he would be the one delivering the news that would wipe the grin off your face. 

���The annual conference-” Before Remus could even complete his sentence he saw your mood shift completely by how you slammed your head against your study desk. He winced. 

“When is it?” He could hear you mumble. You would be thoroughly pissed if he told when it was. Remus shifted his weight from one foot to another and said, “Day after tomorrow,” 

“Day after tomorrow!?” you yelled, whipping your head to look at him. Remus nodded apologetically. 

And here you were two days later, in your private plane flying to a place where you dreaded to go. Although the only good thing in this was seeing Remus in a causal outfit other than his tailored black suit even that was overpowered by the fact that it was seven in the evening. 

“We will be there in about two hours,” Remus said, scrolling through his phone, “You can take a nap and once we reach there we need to get to the location they sent by a car they have arranged,” 

“They arranged a car?” You asked, blinking at him.

“Yes, they did,” he shrugged, closing his phone and keeping it in the holder. He looked into your bewildered eyes.

“Do we have a backup plan?” you asked, glaring at him. 

“We-no? Why do we need a backup plan?” He asked, puzzled. 

“Remus, do you remember when I told you about their ability to organising things?” You said, looking at him accusingly. Remus took a deep breath, he had not just forgotten them but ignored them too. 

“Uh,” He gulped and rubbed the back of his neck, “We-”

”Lupin, I swear I am not walking miles!” you scolded. And for some reason, Remus’ damned mind could predict exactly what Sirius would have said at the moment and was almost tempted to say the exact words he would have said, “I’ll carry you, don’t worry,” but Remus knew better.

“You won’t, promise,” He gave thumbs up, “Now, you get your needed nap, yeah?”

“Would you leave?” you asked, staring into Remus’ eyes with mixed emotions and he couldn't place a finger on what exactly it was to give a response, so he resorted to the good ol’, “Do you want me to leave?” 

You took a deep breath. Did you want him to leave? You were torn between yourself. One part of you wanted him to stay with you, having no strength to battle with your thoughts alone although he wasn’t going to do much, his sole presence was comforting for you. The other part was scared. Scared of what he could do and just fear blocking every thought of yours. 

But the fear, somehow, for the first time was brought down and you whispered, “Stay,” and who was Remus to disobey that.

After two exhausting hours confined in that plane, the first thing you did once you got off the plane was crack your joints while walking outside and Remus stood on the side chuckling at you. 

“Well, you are the one who is supposed to do it,” You said, rolling your eyes with a smile. He walked to your side, “I don’t exactly ‘cause I knew how to sit on a plane,” 

“Oh is it now?” You scoffed. 

Remus hummed, “Yep!” 

“How else do you sleep in that uncomfortable seat?”

“You wouldn’t kill me if I said, would you?” He asked, looking at you cautiously.

You shrugged, “It depends,” 

“Alright. Um, that’s not reassuring but I’ll tell - you don’t sleep when you on a plane,” Remus said and watched as you whipped your head towards him and glaring.

“What sort of a creature are you?!”

“A good one,” 

“Ooh, getting brave now are we, Lupin,” You bumped your shoulder with him and Remus chuckled, shaking his head. 

“Remus, how long will it take?” You asked glaring at him, who spoke frantically to someone on his phone. The two of you were still in the airport after an hour or so and just like you warned the car has not yet arrived. You huffed and looked at the large window panels that showed the exit of the airport. The sun had already set, not a speck of it in the sky. It was pitch black, the half-moon already shining with the stars in its company. 

You always loved staring at the sky. It not just reminded of your mother but her interpretation. She always considered the moon to be herself when she was younger. The little stars close to it were you and your brother and the rest all were her employees and comrades. She later said the moon was you and the stars behind you were every single person you would meet and the beautiful night sky was reserved for a special person. However, you tried to oppose her point, she stood her stand and told you that one day you will understand it and perhaps it was about time you did. 

You felt someone touch your hand and when you turned to look, Remus was crouched before you, his scarred hand on top of yours. His bright eyes were apologetic as he stared into your eyes. He was confused about how watery it was. Remus scrunched his eyebrows, “Are you alright?”  You nodded with a smile. Remus sighed and held your hand tightly in his.

“The car didn’t come, isn’t it?” you asked with a smirk. Remus ducked his head low. He always felt extremely guilty when he couldn’t do the job he was given and certainly not when he ignored the instruction. 

He was surprised to hear you chuckle, “It’s alright,” You said, grinning at him.

Remus’ eyes widened, “Really?” 

You shrugged, “There isn’t much that I can do now, is it?” 

“I-I’m really sorry,” He hoped you would accept his apology. 

You laughed, “It’s OK, Remus, calm down and think of how we are going there now,” 

“Yes, about that the organizer said they would arrange us a motorbike,” Remus grimaced in anticipation of your reaction.

“Really?” You asked, your eyes widened in excitement. 

“Yeah, it’s actually there at the exit of the terminal,” he said. 

“Ah! Can we use it then?” sitting on the edge of the seat you asked him with a childish excitement making Remus’ heart swell happiness. He stared at you with a mild smile on your face as he chuckled. 

“That’s why it is there in the first place,” he said and watched your eyes lit up with no concern of the sass in his words that usually wasn’t ignored. 

“I wanna see it!” You stood up abruptly and pulled him up with you. Although getting slightly intimidated by how he towered over you, the profound excitement of finally seeing a motorbike coursed through your veins like fire. 

Remus chuckled, “Yes, of course,”

He couldn’t believe it. Remus couldn’t believe the sight before him - his ever stoic boss had her jaw dropped to the floor as she saw the motorbike.

It all quite made sense if he had to think of it, it was impossible for you to drive it down the streets anywhere back home but here it was rather unknown of your arrival, so you could zoom through the streets as you whished without a sense of fear. It was one of the reasons why you chose to travel in the night while announcing you would be leaving the country in the morning. 

“Ahh, this is so beautiful!” you gushed, walking closer and running your hand across the seat, “Can I drive? Please?” 

“As you should. I dunno to drive that,” Remus said, shrugging. 

“It’s alright,” You waved your hand, dismissively, “I’m not gonna judge,” 

As you swing your leg over the bike seat and adjust your coat, you said, “My mum got me one for my 18th birthday and I was obsessed over it, like that’s was my only means of transportation,” 

“That’s brilliant,” Remus said as he planned the first thing he would do once he is back home. 

You and Remus were high on adrenaline as the two of you zoomed into the night. The feeling of cutting through the air with wide grins and hollering happily was indeed beautiful and in the back of your mind, the astonishment of how long it had taken you for being like this again baffled. 

But it all went down once the light drizzle became fully-fledged rain. Having to park the motorbike by some bus stop, the two of you held your jackets above your head and ducked inside, still grinning. 

“Ah, the bike is getting wet,” you said, the thought dampening your mood. 

“This doesn’t seem to be stopping any soon,” Remus said, taking a deep breath as he scanned the surroundings. It was pitch black except for the moon shining down at you. It was such a sight for sore eyes when Remus turned to look at you, your coat was tightly wrapped around yourself, your hair dripping with the rainwater, your eyes shining as you watched your surrounding. You looked divine. 

Remus didn’t know what he was thinking when he took hold of your hand and ran out of the bus stop. “Remus! What are you doing!?” You yelled as he pulled you to the middle of the deserted road.

“You said to me once you loved dancing in the rain!” he said, pushing the water out of his eyes. 

“But-” You looked around, the adrenaline still rushing inside and it indeed was your dream to be out in the streets dancing while rain poured down and the night sky guarded you. Remus let go of your hand, his eyes never leaving you as your legs slowly started moving as though by nature of the memory. 

Time slipped through your hands and before you knew it, after all the laughter, you were back in Remus’ arms, staring into his eyes. You always loved them, feeling as though they held mystery amidst them although always raw. You knew on your fingertips how he felt at that moment when you could just see his eyes but now, it was unknown. 

Remus had a gentle smile on his face as he protectively had his arms wrapped around your waist, a reassurance to himself that you were indeed protected from anything and everything. He leaned down to keep the two of you close and warm. 

“Remus,” you whispered, silently.  He smiled, allowing his eyes to shut as the echo of his name tumbling from your lips ran in his ears and before he knew it before he had control on himself, Remus blurted, “I love you,” 

He was stunned to hear the tiny gasp leaving your mouth and his heart was wrenched out when he saw the disbelief and incredulity in your eyes, “What’s wrong?” 

“What’s wrong!?” you yelled and Remu was taken aback, “Is that what you ask after telling me you love me?!”

”I am sorry," his statement ended more like a question as he looked at you with wide eyes. The rain was still pouring and he didn’t know if it was the rain or your own tears in your eyes. 

“Jerk!” You yelled, your fingers holding his drenched shirt tightly as your chest heaved rapidly. 

Remus wasn’t confused, he was beyond just confused about your reaction. You were yelling at him like he was some stupid but never letting go of him and now he was never the best at these messes. 

Clearing his mind off all the thoughts he cautiously moved his hand to rest on the side of your cheek and watched as your eyes closed, your own hand moving to hold his tightly.

Remus leaned down and kissed your forehead. He had never seen you more vulnerable as a sob escaped your lips and you slammed against his chest, your arm tightly wrapped around his torso. 

It was the first time in three years had you been kissed on the forehead and that alone proved to you that Remus was different. He is your night sky.

Remus held you tightly in the comfort of his arms as you whispered “I love you” into his shoulder. He never knew when the rain stopped. And now the surrounding was fragile. It was just you and him in the deserted street, the freshly smelling earth, the stars and moon shining down at you…and love.

[onlyfreds]

Malibu | F.W.

Title: Malibu

Requested: Yes/No

Summary: After seeing her ex with his “new girl”, Y/N drives to Malibu and reunites with her best friend and his family. But, little does she know: that he holds key to complete her once broken heart.

Warning/s: mentions of cheating, mentions of a wound, the ex boyfriend, basically the whole Sour album being referenced

A/N: Finally, after a month, I had finally finished this fic! I recommend listening to this while reading!

I parked my car near Santa Monica beach. The pain from being broken up by the person I loved was still fresh.

It’s not like I haven’t moved on yet. I have. But some scars take more time to heal.

It didn’t feel like rubbing salt to a wound, but just spraying a bit of alcohol on it. It stings, but it’s bearable.

I walked towards the beach, feeling the softness of the sand underneath my sandals until I saw something that made me stop in my tracks.

It was him, him and his new girl.

The two of them sat happily by the ocean, he was playing our song on his guitar, the song I played to him when we were still dating.

They were sitting at our place. The place I found.

Her laugh echoed through the air as they traded jackets and started laughing about how small it looked on him.

Did he even tell her that we did all those things too?

I took a deep breath, half of my mind wanted me to walk over to them and smack him right across the face for doing every special thing we did with her.

But the other half just wanted me to walk away and forget all about it. It had been two weeks since we broke up, so what right did I have to do that?

I took another deep breath, running back to my car and stepping on the gas heading off the who knows where.

I’d settle for anywhere but here.

I turned on the radio as I drove through the highway, as song playing immediately.

So, when you gonna tell her, that we did that too?

She thinks it’s special, but it’s all reused

That was our place, I found it first.

I made the jokes you tell to her when she’s with you

Do you get déjà vu?

I laughed, even Olivia Rodrigo knew how it feels.

I gripped the steering wheel harder, a destination entering my mind, if he could move on and find someone knew, then who said that I couldn’t too?

With a small smile, I took a right turn at the intersection, to head over to Malibu.

--

Once I arrived, the sun has set and the sky has been painted with a blanket of stars.

Stepping out of my car, I breathed in the fresh air from the beach. The tension I had felt earlier becoming nonexistent.

I bought strawberry ice cream, sitting contentedly on the sand as the waves calmly came in contact with the shore every now and then.

“Y/N? Is that you?” A voice that I hadn’t heard for so long suddenly spoke.

I looked behind me, immediately spotting my ginger best friend, “Freddie.”

He sat down on the sand beside me, “Is that really you?” He asked.

I chuckled, putting down my ice cream cup, “In the flesh.”

Fred grinned, pulling me into a tight hug, “It’s been so long! How have you been?”

“I’m fine.” I answered, “Finally moved on.”

“Hey,” He said softly, cupping my face in his hands and lifting my face up to look at him, “What’s wrong? And don’t tell me it’s nothing, I know there’s something wrong.”

I sighed, “I just him at our place, singing our song, with his new girl.”

Fred pulled me into his chest, running his fingers through my hair in a comforting manner, “You deserve so much better than that git. He didn’t know what kind of angel he lost.”

He then stood up, pulling me up with him and dragging me to the nearby hotel, “Come on. The rest of the family is in the hotel.”

He brought me up to a hotel room, even if we were standing by the door, the chatter could still be heard.

Fred opened the door, “Mum! I brought someone over!”

The warm motherly voice of Molly spoke, “Who is it dear?”

Ginny was the first one who spotted me, “Y/N!” She said immediately tackling me into a hug.

After Ginny, Molly and the rest of the Weasleys greeted me with hugs.

When I was still with my ex, he had basically forbidden me from seeing the Weasleys, for reasons that he never told me.

Being rebellious, I sneaked out a couple times and whenever he caught me, it was the cause of our biggest fights.

The girls and I catched up with each other by the couch, as I found out that George and Angelina would be getting married by the end of the month.

“Aaw.” I cooed, nudging Angelina’s shoulder teasingly, “My match making skills have finally paid off.”

Hermione and Ginny laughed as Angelina smacked me on the shoulder, trying to hide the blush that has rose up to her cheeks.

“Well, I already have a bet on who’s getting married next.” Ginny said with a small smile, taking another sip of her wine.

“Who?” Hermione asked, handing me the bottle, as I poured more of the drink into my glass.

“Fred and Y/N.” Ginny said in as a matter-of-fact tone.

I nearly spilled the wine on my clothes, “What?”

“What do you mean what? You’ve fancied him for as long as any of us could remember. And I just know that you still fancied him even if when you were still with Asher.” Hermione said, taking the bottle away from me before I could make a real mess.

“It’s obvious that Fred fancies you. He has always been head over heels in love with you.” Angelina added.

I glanced over my shoulder, seeing Fred talking to his twin as he sent a wink in my direction.

I managed a small smile, “He doesn’t fancy me and he’ll never will.”

The youngest Weasley rolled her eyes, “He does and he has always been.”

I scoffed, “How sure are you about that Gin?”

“Just in case you forgot, I’m his sister Y/N. And not to mention the way he looks at you, the way he acts around you. It’s obvious to everyone except you.”

--

(Fred’s POV)

“You know,” George said, “Instead of gawking at her like a complete idiot, why don’t you just ask her out already?”

I looked at my twin, “I’m not gawking at her.”

He rolled his eyes, “Could’ve fooled anyone.” He said sarcastically.

“She only looks at me as a brother.” I said.

“No she doesn’t.” George took another sip of his drink, “The two of you practically chase each other around like lovesick puppies.”

“I’m not sure Georgie.”

My twin sighed, “There’s a simple solution to that. Will you treat her like how her git of an ex treated her?”

I looked at him as if he suddenly grew two heads, “What kind of question is that? Of course, I wouldn’t.”

“Would you treat her better than he ever did?”

“Yes!”

He shrugged, “Then there’s your answer.”

I ran a hand through my hair, “Do you think this is really the right time?”

George gave a small smile, “It’s up to you, but I think that the wedding would come in handy.” He said with a small wink.

(Reader’s POV)

As the night deepened, the alcohol settling into our systems.

I stood up, as Ginny yawned, “I guess I better be going now. It’s pretty late.”

“What room are you staying in dear?” Molly asked.

I shook my head, “I just dropped by. I’ll be driving back home.”

Molly gave a small smile, “That’s out of the question dear, why don’t you just stay with us?”

I chuckled, “No need Molly. I don’t want to be a burden.”

“Nonsense.” She insisted, “You’re staying with us.”

“Yeah Mum.” George agreed, “And she could share a room with Fred.”

Fred cheeks immediately flushed pink as Molly said, “That’s a great idea George.”

And that’s how I ended up in the bathroom of Fred’s hotel room, changing into his sweater and some shorts.

“You know.” Fred said when I came out, “If you’re uncomfortable sharing a bed, I can always sleep on the couch.”

I shook my head, giving him a reassuring smile, “Don’t worry Freddie. I’m fine.”

He chuckled climbing into bed and lifting up the duvets, “Come on, what are you waiting for?”

I laughed, rolling my eyes at him, “Always impatient, are you?”

“Why wait when there’s so many things life has to offer?”

I chuckled as I climbed in beside him, “That’s still your motto?”

He laughed, wrapping an arm around my waist, “That’ll always be my motto.”

--

The next morning, while the rest of the Weasleys were still asleep, Fred and I decided to head down to take a walk on the beach.

“Do you remember when we were kids.” Fred said, out of the blue, shoving his hands in his pockets, “Whenever our parents brought us here, you, George and I would always attempt to bury Percy deep in the sand.”

I laughed at the memory, “Yeah, Percy would always complain about getting sand in his nose.”

Fred grinned, “We would bury him so deep that it was already lunch time by the time he got out.”

I suddenly looked in front of my me, my smile fading as at the person I saw.

Fred noticed the sudden quietness, “Hey, is everything al-“ The next word died in his throat as he glanced in the direction I was looking at and saw exactly what made me upset.

It was Asher, with his new girl.

Fred immediately placed a protective arm on my waist, “Come on, let’s go.”

But before we could even leave, I heard the voice of the person I’ve been dreading call out, “Y/N? Fred? Is that you?”

Not being able to escape the inevitable fate, I threw on a smile as the couple walked towards us, Fred tightening his grip on my waist.

“How have you two been?” He asked, interlocking his hands with his new girl.

“Never been better.” I said, giving him a smile to show him I was alright without him.

Asher nodded to Fred’s arm around my waist, “So, you two are together?”

I opened my mouth to answer but Fred beat me to it, “Yeah, we are.”

Asher smiled. “That’s great! I always knew that you two would get together.”

I raised a brow at him, “Really?”

He nodded, “Yeah. You two just have this amazing chemistry that we never had.”

Surprisingly, that didn’t sting. If anything, it actually made me happier.

I smiled, “I always knew that someday I’ll be everything to somebody else.”

Silence lingered among the group for a while, before Asher spoke up, "Well, we better be going now. See you two around then."

"He's like a damn sociopath." Fred muttered once the couple was out of earshot.

I laughed, "You got that right."

"He broke my heart but he broke much more." I said with a small shrug.

Fred kept his arm wrapped around my waist as we walked along the shoreline, "But don't worry about that idiot. Who knows? Maybe the guy who'll treat you better is just around the corner."

His gaze then shifted towards the ocean, a small smile growing on his lips.

I could practically see the gears turning in his head. I nudged his shoulder gently, "What's going on in that big brain of yours?"

"Something to get your mind off your worries and problems." He said, the smile transitioning into a huge grin.

I immediately caught on as to what he was thinking, "Freddie! Swimming in the ocean in Malibu won't solve our problems."

He laughed, "Obviously. But it would make you forget about them."

I chuckled, "I'm obviously not wearing a swimsuit Fred. I won't swim."

Fred shrugged, swiftly taking off his shirt to reveal his toned torso, "Suit yourself then." He said before running towards the body of water and jumping in.

I laughed at his childish antics, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Come on!" He encouraged, shaking the water out of his hair, "It'll be fun!"

I mulled over it for a while before finally giving in.

"Fine." I said, taking off my jacket, leaving my shirt and shorts on before running down the sand and jumping in.

"See?" Fred said, splashing water to my face, "What did I tell you?"

I playfully rolled my eyes at him, "Fine. Fine. You were right."

The two of us chased each other around, just like we did when we were little.

Fred's gaze suddenly landed behind me. Before I could ask what that was about, he placed a hand on my cheek before crashing our lips together.

When we pulled apart, he kept his hand on my cheek as a blush rose up to his cheeks.

"A-asher was looking our way." He managed to stutter out, "Just thought we'd make it look realistic."

I bit my lip as I nodded, trying to hide my disappointment, "Yeah. Good call."

God, it's brutal out here.

--

Fred and I were out getting our outfits for the wedding.

He had already gotten his tuxedo so we just needed to get my dress.

"How does this look Freddie?" I asked, stepping out of the dressing room as I gave him a small turn.

He grinned, "It looks beautiful on you."

I blushed at the compliment, hopefully he wouldn't notice.

"This is the one I'll get then." I said, turning around to go change.

"Y/N, wait!" Fred called out.

"Yeah Freddie?" I asked.

He bit his lip, looking slightly embarrassed, "Do you want to go to the wedding as my date?"

I looked at him, "As your date?"

"Yeah."

I smiled, "I would love to."

Then I went back into the changing room.

--

Fred and I were walking around the park, waiting to meet up with Harry and Ginny.

From a distance, we spotted Asher and his new girl, having a picnic.

Fred scoffed, putting his arm around my shoulder, "He's showing her off like she's a new trophy."

I laughed, placing my hands in my pockets, "He brings her around just to shut me down."

"He's an idiot." Fred said.

"At least he's not my idiot."

--

"To the newly-weds!" Fred finished his best man's speech, raising a toast to his twin and new sister-in-law as the party officially started.

The night wasn't getting any younger, I stepped out of the venue, breathing in the ocean breeze.

"Mind if I join you?" Fred asked, suddenly appearing by my side.

I nodded, giving him a small smile, "When did I mind your company?"

We walked down the sand, getting farther and farther away from the chaos and noise of the party and into our own bubble of tranquility.

"The stars look beautiful tonight." Fred contemplated, looking up at the night sky.

I chuckled, "Yeah, they're always beautiful."

A small chuckle could be heard from the man next to me, "Not as beautiful as you though."

I blushed at the compliment, looking down at my feet.

"I probably give you butterflies." He said, "With the way you're blushing like a teenage schoolgirl."

I took a deep breath, regaining a bit of my composure, "Well I was never told I was beautiful before."

His eyes widened in surprise, "What? Even the git tell you that?"

I laughed, "Is it that hard to believe? Well, he called me pretty once. But he never said that I was beautiful. He claimed to not be the 'compliment type'."

Fred rolled his eyes at the last two words, "Well, I don't care if he's not the 'compliment type' because he is an idiot for not telling you how beautiful you are."

"Besides," he added, "don't you think that you loved him too much to think that you deserve nothing?" He asked.

"I don't know." I admitted, "Maybe?"

He playfully scoffed, tucking his hands into the pockets of his pants, "The things I would do so I could call you mine."

His words caused me to stop in my tracks as I looked at him, "What?"

He shrugged, "You heard what I said."

"Are you serious?" I asked, "Because I remembered that I believed that moment he said it."

Fred rested a hand on my cheek, "I want to give you the world. Look, I understand that you might not be ready, after how that git treated you. But I love you, Y/N. More than anything else in this whole world. I would treat you so much better than anyone else could ever do. I love you so much."

I looked at him in complete, utter shock. Not saying a word, I launched myself into his arms, crashing our lips together as Fred stumbled back slightly.

"I love you too Freddie." I whispered as we pulled away.

He grinned, "Thank goodness. Or else that sudden confession would've been quite awkward."

Fred then leaned forward and pecked my lips, "I promise that I would never ever treat you the way he did. Ever. Cross my heart that if I ever cross the line, please put me in my place."

I laughed, "Hopefully I won't have to do that."

Ain't it funny that I just realized that I knew how he liked his coffee and his favorite songs by heart.

--

Four years.

Four years of blissfulness, excitement, adventure.

Four years of complete honesty, trust, and love.

No twisted games. No questions being avoided.

That's when we finally decided to tie the knot.

It may not have been the wedding of the century, but a beach wedding in Malibu was more than enough for the both of us.

"If anyone is against the marriage of Fred Weasley and Y/N L/N, please come forward now or forever hold your peace." The minister said.

No one gave an answer, the minister was then about to continue when the voice I haven't heard in a long time was suddenly heard.

"Wait! Stop the wedding!"

Asher stopped, standing in the middle of the aisle. Desperation being the only thing that could be seen in his eyes.

"What is he doing here?" Fred whispered.

I shrugged, "I don't know. I specifically made sure not to send him an invite, even by accident."

"Don't marry him Y/N. Please." Asher pleaded, "Take me back."

I looked at him, "What in the damn world do you think will make me do that?"

"Please." He repeated, "I regret how I treated you. I never should've left you to be with Jessica."

I shook my head, "Nothing. Absolutely nothing in this world could convince me to get back with you. You left me. For Jessica. You knew how I was so insecure about her. You found someone more exciting, the next second you were gone. Fred is so much better than you could ever become. Fred picked me up when I spent the night crying on the floor of my bathroom. You were so unaffected."

"I did everything I could for you." He argued.

"No you didn't!" I said, "And you never did."

“I never cheated on you.” He reasoned.

I scoffed, “It took you two weeks, to go out and date her. I guess you didn’t cheat, but you’re still a traitor. You always said I’m never satisfied, but it’s not me, it’s you. ‘Cause all I ever wanted was to be enough for you. Did you love me? Want me? Hate me? I never understood. I tried so hard to be everything that you like. But you left me there crying, wondering what I did wrong.”

He sighed, “I’m selfish. I know, can’t let you go. So, find someone great but don’t find no one better. I hope you’re happy, but don’t be happier.”

“Why shouldn’t I be happier?” I asked, “Fred put the pieces of my heart back together when you broke it. He knew the truth even though I defended you from all my friends when you used me as an alibi. He never made me doubt myself. He filled the space in my heart that you failed to. Fred gave me my self worth and he promised to stay with me, he’s still yet to break that promise.”

Asher hung his head in defeat, “Well, I wish you all the best, really.”

I nodded, giving him a small smile, “And about Jessica, I hope that you’re okay.”

Once Asher left, Fred beamed at me, “I didn’t know that I had such an awesome wife.”

“Anyone else?” The minister asked, to which he was greeted by silence.

He then continued, “Do you, Fred Weasley, take Y/N L/N to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

“I do.” Fred answered without a second thought.

“Do you, Y/N L/N, take Fred Weasley to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

I smiled, “I do.”

“With the power invested in me, you may now kiss the bride.”

—

“You’re doing amazing sweetheart.” Fred cooed, pressing a kiss to my sweaty forehead, “Just a few more pushes.”

I groaned as the pain flared in my stomach, “You did this to me you idiot!”

“Yeah.” He mused, “But you’re doing a wonderful job bringing our baby into the world.”

A cry soon echoed in the room as the Healer handed Fred his daughter, “Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Weasley! What’re you naming her?”

Fred and I shared a smile, “Malibu Weasley.”

𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝:

@lumosandnoxwriting @gostupid-godumb @famdomhideout @nova-darling @gaycatlord-stuff @pandaxnienke @escapingrealitybyreading @catching-the-train-to-hogwarts @lunylovelovegood @thefallengodesse (Send a Message/Ask if you want to be added!)

[hwangsbbg]

Jealous? - Yangyang

In which female reader is jealous of a girl who keeps flirting with her best friend, yangyang

----------------------------------

Why can't she just shut up for one. There's only 10 minutes left until the class ends and she's still won't stop bothering you.

"I hope you know Yangyang doesn't care about you. As soon as you give him what he wants he'll come back to me" She told you.

The teacher had gone out to retrieve a few papers from the office and you knew he wouldn't be back before the class ends, giving her enough time to say whatever you want.

"Yangyang and I are not even dating and besides he was never with you in the first place, what is he gonna come back to"

"You bitch! The only reason he isn't coming for me is because you have him brainwashed" she seethed. She had been obsessed with Yangyang for so long and truly hated how close you guys were.

You glanced at Yangyang who had his earphones in and had no idea what was going on.

"I didn't do anything. There must be a reason he's my best friend and not yours Talia. Can you just leave me alone"

"No! Not until you leave him alone you disgusting man stealing fat whore" She spat. That fucking pissed you off. They weren't true but they certainly made you angry.

"I didn't steal him! He's not even yours" you raised your voice making the entire class stare at you. You hadn't noticed Yangyang remove his earphones and turn to you.

"You did steal him! You're probably sleeping with him! That's why hes not leaving you" she yelled. You were about to answer until somebody intervened.

"So what if she is" Yangyang stood up from his seat and walked over to where the discussion was. The entire class forming a crowd around the three of you.

"Wh-What! You whore! So you are sleeping with him" She reached out to slap you before Yangyang caught her hand and put it back down.

"Whether she's doing anything with me or not it's none of your business Talia and frankly this might shock you but there's not a bone in my body that's attracted to you"

The class was shocked. Beyond shocked. Yangyang was probably the nicest kid in your class, always smiling and laughing around with everyone. Everyone loved him but nobody ever saw this side of him when he got angry.

"I could totally show you a much better time then her though" she stood up, trailing her hand on his chest. You watched her.

"Fucking hell Talia can you stop being such a desperate bitch and leave us alone. He doesn't want you. Find someone else to give your STDs to and leave us the fuck alone" you exploded. You were beyond angry at this point and she definitely didn't know when to give up.

The class erupted in oohs as she looked at you in shock before storming out of the classroom. Yangyang looked at you as well but before he could say anything, the bell rang.

You waited for Yangyang to take you home as he was the only one between the two of you to possess a car. As soon as he arrived you got in without a word.

The drive back home was silent and he began sensing something was wrong but before he could speak up you pulled out your phone and pretended to be texting someone.

You arrived after about five minutes and got out of the car without a single word. You immediately made your way to your house, not noticing he was following you.

"Are you mad at me" you turned around and saw him standing in front of the closed door of your house. You stayed silent.

"You're seriously mad after I helped you" he looked at you in disbelief. Thankfully, your parents were still at work.

"You told the entire class we were sleeping together. Besides I could've handled it on my own" you turned back around making your way into the living room as he followed you.

"I was just trying to help"

"I know but I don't need a man to come in and save me. I could've handled that perfectly fine" you didn't know why you were that angry.

Deep inside, it's probably the thought of Talia that pissed you off and you felt bad that you were taking your anger out on him.

"I didn't mean to make you mad. If you want I can call her right now and tell her the truth" He walked closer to you.

"NO" you didn't mean to yell but it came out like that. He looked at you in confusion.

"You can't call her" You set your book bag on the table before staring at him.

"Why? It'll clear everything up" "No because then she'll be all over you again" "I don't mind it I mean I've been dealing with this for so long" He replied making you even more frustrated.

"Well I fucking mind. I don't want her all over you" you rolled your eyes.

"Wh- are you jealous" he looked at you in disbelief making your eyes widen.

"I am not jealous. I just don't want her to keep touching you all the time or trying to get with you" you tried to explain yourself but you totally contradicted yourself, only validating his statement.

"So you're jealous. Is it because you think we're not going to be as close if I ever start dating someone" he walked closer to you, until he was right in front of you.

"No you asshole, I just don't like the way she acts around you ok"

"Is it because you'd rather be the one to act like that with me" he quirked an eyebrow, his reply making your heart skip a beat as you stared at him not knowing what to say.

"I- I just-" before you could finish what you were saying he'd already pushed his lips onto yours. You felt your entire body weaken under his kiss before he pulled away.

"You like me" He finishes your sentence, staring at you, waiting for you to say something before you pulled him back into another kiss, just deeper this time. He skillfully managed to get his tongue into your mouth, dominating over yours as his hands roamed around your body.

It's as if both of you were in a rush to take things further before one had a change of heart and decided to stop the entire thing.

"Jump" "What! No, I'll fall" you shook your head. "I've been dancing for years trust me I won't let you fall" he referred to the muscles he'd gained from dancing.

You jumped and he swiftly caught you, making his way upstairs with your legs wrapped around his waist.

He grinned at you when you successfully arrived in your bedroom before setting you down on the bed and standing between your legs.

"How far are we taking this" "As far as you're willing to go" he replied, removing his shirt.

You could've melted at that moment. You admired his collarbones, his neck decorated by a small gold chain, his chest and his abs. He was so fucking hot. And he was yours at this very moment, not Talia's.

"I knew I was handsome but not that handsome" he teased you, his hands going over to your shirt and removing it.

You watched him lick his lips before he laid you down, pushing himself on top of you and once again attached his lips yours, this kiss being more passionate as your hands fumbled with the buttons of his jeans.

You finally managed to get them undone as he pulled away to remove his jeans, leaving him in only boxers that perfectly outlined the shape of his hard on.

He, this time, attached his lips to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses all over your collarbones as his hands held tightly onto your waist.

His hands palmed your breasts, making you let out a breathy moan as you lifted yourself up a little allowing him to remove your bra and throw it to the other side of the room.

He took one of your breasts in his mouth, using his hand to pleasure the other before switching. Your moans only became more frequent.

He kissed all over your bare stomach before finding your lips once again as you reached your hand down to palm him through his boxers as your other hands tried to undo your jean shorts. You heard him moan out your name only further encouraging you as you continued rubbing on his member.

You stopped as he pulled away, his fingers hooking on to the waistband if your short and pulling them down, along with your underwear.

"Fuck" you watched him stare at you, biting down on his lower lip as he removed his own boxers revealing his throbbing member.

"Wait! Condom" you warned him. He bashfully grinned at you before grabbing one from your desk after you told him where to find it, quickly putting it on and positioning himself at your entrance.

Slow at first, faster towards the middle and sloppy at the end. That's how it went. If you were to describe it however, it was nothing short of the scenes you often dreamt about.

His hands on your body, he lips occasionally finding yours, the string of praises that left his mouth as he reached his high. And he was so beautiful, almost indescribable towering over you, his amazing body in full display, his hair stuck to his forehead with sweat dripping down his body, the marks your fingers had made from digging into his shoulder, you were in awe.

"God, why didn't you tell me you liked me earlier" he groans, laying down next to you, almost out of breath.

"It's not like I knew and besides-" you were stopped halfway through your sentence as you hear a car pull up in your driveway. You had no idea what time it was but you were sure it was your dad. And if your dad saw Yangyang like this, none of you would live to see the day tomorrow.

You both looked at each other, wide eyed before he got up and ran towards the bathroom in your room.

You heard your father call out your name as you grabbed a random dress from your closet and put it on, kicking Yangyang's and your clothes under the bed.

"Hey! I didn't know you were coming early today" you greeted your dad as soon as he opened your bedroom door.

"I was calling you. Why didn't you answer. You got me worried for a second" your dad replied, sternly.

"Oh sorry I didn't hear you" you lied. He raised an eyebrow at you before speaking up once more.

"Those aren't the clothes you wore this morning" he scanned you up and down. You were now wearing a dress instead of the shorts and shirt from this morning.

"Oh um I changed into something more comfortable" you were surprised at how well you were lying and how easily he seemed to have bought it. He shrugged and spoke up once more.

"Where's Yangyang? I saw both of your bags in the living room" he questioned.

Your dad was a big fan of Yangyang. He was a good influence on you according to your dad who Yangyang acted like an angel around.

"He's in the bathroom" you weren't exactly lying, he was in the bathroom, not for the reason your dad probably thought though.

"Oh ok, tell him to come see me when he gets out, I got him those tickets he wanted" your dad spoke.

You smiled at him, nodding. He looked down to the edge of the bed where he saw Yangyang's shirt poking out from under and before he could ask any questions you bid him goodbye and locked your door.

Yangyang peeked his head out to make sure your dad was actually gone before grabbing his clothes and putting them on.

"You're not wearing anything under that are you" he smirked, scanning you and your new dress.

"Shut up! We almost got caught! Oh my-! Anyways my dad wants to see you downstairs. He said he got the tickets you wanted"

"SHUT UP! For the race!? Whoa this is even better than sex!" He immediately made his way downstairs, leaving you shaking your head at him.

[rebelwrites]

What Happens In Vegas

Clay Spenser x Reader

A/N so this was inspired by this post @theysayitscrazy

Join The Group Chat Here - If You Want Tagging Manually Let Me Know 🖤

Clay Spenser Masterlist

This Months Writing

The moment you spun around, your eyes landed on the Blondie that was speaking to your future brother in law. You were confused, this week in Vegas was just for the wedding party, as one big bachelor and bachelorette party, yet you had never seen this guy, or a few of the guys before.

“Yo, sis!” You shouted, resting your arm over your older sister's shoulder. “Who is the fit Blondie taking to D?”

“That my dearest sister is his best man, and one of the lads that he used to be a team mate to.” She struggled.

“Okay, okay next question, why the fuck haven’t I met him before?” You asked, not taking your eyes off the God that was on the other side of the room.

“Because first of all you were married and secondly he has been around plenty of times since you have been crashing with us, but somebody has been too shut off to realise.” Jade shrugged, like it was nothing.

“Please don’t remind me of that asshole,” You snapped, “And sorry I’m trying to rebuild my life after he left me with nothing. But now big sister I need to meet this guy because holy fuck he is fine.”

“Oh god.” She laughed. “You are a nightmare!”

“Hey, what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas right?” You grinned as she dragged you through the crowd.

As you got closer, you recognised one of them. The one and only Jason Hayes. Letting go of your sisters hand you ran into his open arms. You hadn’t seen him for years.

“Alright, trouble.” He laughed squeezing you tight. “I haven’t seen you for what feels like forever,” he shouted over the music.

“Yeah well you can thank that asshole for that,” You sighed.

“Wait, you aren’t wearing any rings?” Jase asked.

“He left me, took me for everything I had, took the business, the house, the car, everything.” You shrugged “Divorce finalised a couple of weeks ago.”

“And she’s been a nightmare ever since,” Danny laughed, pulling you into a hug.

“Dude, shut up and let me go through my hoe phase in peace!” You giggled, grabbing a shot from the centre of the table.

“Right I need to introduce you to some people.” Danny smirked at you.

“Urm, yeah you do!” You smirked, making him laugh.

“Okay well you know Jase, that’s Sonny, Ray, Eric and Clay” Danny said pointing at everyone.

Flashing them all a smile, you locked eyes with Clay, and instantly felt your heart starting to race, he was one hundred percent your type, and your mind instantly went to the gutter, as the dirty thoughts took over.

Everyone broke off in their groups and you gravitated towards Clay.

“I didn’t know Jade had a sister?” He grinned.

“Yeah, I’ve been crashing theirs for nearly a year now but to be fair I’ve been out a lot! Especially the last couple of weeks.” You laughed, “But it’s nice to get back to the old me.”

“How long were you married?” Clay asked.

“It was about six years, first year was good and then the rest was hell.” You sighed, “But that is a depressing story, so that’s all you are getting.” The music had now changed to more sensual stuff and you couldn’t help but smirk “Come on, we are dancing.”

“I don’t dance darling.” He laughed, bringing the beer bottle to his lips.

“Oh I’m sure I can change that!” You giggled, “Live a little Clay, we are in Vegas, who knows what could happen.”

“Fine but if I don’t have fun, I will make you pay.” He winked.

“I will hold you to that.” You smirked, linking your hand in his dragging him to the dance floor.

To say you had only met Clay a couple of hours ago, you felt like you had known him for years, the conversation flowed along with the alcohol, his touch set your skin on fire and there was definitely shameless flirting going on. And currently you were both in the middle of the dance floor, smashed out of your face, bodies pressed against each other, as his fingers caressed your cheeks. Before you knew it, his lips were on yours. And the moment they connected you knew you were fucked.

No one had made you feel, like he had with one kiss. He left you wanting more, wanting to get to know him, wanting to get him into bed. He sent your brain into a frenzy.

“Well that was unexpected!” You breathed, as he rested his forehead against yours.

“You said it yourself, we are in Vegas, anything could happen!” He smirked.

You knew the next week of the trip would be absolute chaos, seen as it looked like you had a new partner on crime to cause trouble with.

The night passed, the drinks kept coming and everyone would be dealing with a nasty hangover in the morning, but you didn’t care. You were all living in the moment, without any thoughts. You and Clay were all over each other, either you were sitting on his lap when you were in the booth, or your hands were roaming over each other’s bodies. And all you could think about was him taking you back to his room and having his way with you.

“Oi trouble,” Danny said, wrapping his arm around your shoulder as you got another round of drinks in. “I see that look in your eyes, when you look at Clay.”

“And?” You giggled.

“Just be careful, okay,” he said kissing your head, “Clay is a good lad, but I know that your heart of yours is fragile at the moment.”

“Like I said D, let me live the hoe phase. You just worry about the wedding and let me worry about my heart okay.” You nodded.

“I wouldn’t be a good big brother if I didn’t look out for you,” he smiled.

The last call had been made and the final drink had been drunk, everyone was fucked, you couldn’t walk straight so was clinging to Clay, but he wasn’t any better than you so you couldn’t stop laughing as you made your way back to his hotel room. Seen as he still had a stocked mini bar, so the two of you were going to carry on the party.

But you stopped by your room to grab a pair of shorts and a vest top as you needed to get out of this dress and into something more comfortable. It didn’t take long to grab what you needed and get to Clay’s room

The moment you were alone, you tugged at the straps on your dress, shimmying out of the constricting material. Leaving you standing there in a push up bra and thong. Clay didn’t know where to look, the feeling on his eyes roaming your body made you weak at the knees.

“Like what you see baby?” You giggled stumbling over to him, somehow you managed to trip over, but Clay caught you just in time.

“I do,” he breathed, as he held you in his arms. “But I think we are both too drunk to do anything about it.”

“But,” you pouted, “I want you!”

“I know and I want you too, but you are a lot more drunk than me, so it’s not happening tonight though!” He whispered guiding you to the bed. “And honestly the amount of whiskey I’ve drank I don’t think I can get him up, no matter how hard I try!”

“Haha you have whiskey dick.” You giggled, reaching round to undo your bra. “I’m so sleepy,” you hummed.

“Wear this,” Clay laughed, tossing you one of his shirts, “then I think we best get some sleep, we have breakfast to attend in something like 3 hours.”

The sound of a phone going off, woke you up, along with the blazing sun streaming into the room.

“Turn it off” you groaned, snuggling further into Clay.

“It’s your phone,” he mumbled.

“Urgh” you sighed, slowly lifting your head off his chest to try and figure out where you had left the phone.

It didn’t take long to find it, and you couldn’t help roll your eyes as you saw the 20 missed calls off Jade and Danny. Just as the call ended it started ringing again with Danny’s face popping up on your screen.

“Thanks for waking me up!” You moaned, covering your eyes with your hand.

“Well you sound fucked,” he laughed.

“And you are annoying as hell Mr I Don’t Suffer From Hangovers,” you whisper shouted. “My head is pounding, can I go back to bed?”

“Nope! You and Clay are late for breakfast,” he said, the smirk evident in his voice. “Now get your ass down here in 10 minutes.”

“Asshole, you best have a large coffee and a fresh pack of smokes waiting for me!” You growled ending the call, looking back over at the bed you saw Clay had fallen back asleep. “Oi idiot, wake up,” you said, poking his cheek, “We got ten minutes to get downstairs.”

He didn’t say anything but groaned as he rolled out of bed, you couldn’t help but gulp as he stood there in a tight pair of boxers, hair all fluffy, just looking like a snack.

“You just gonna stand and stare, or you gonna get ready?” He teased.

“Urm yeah,” you mumbled, picking your shorts up of the floor, pulling them on before grabbing your bra and vest top disappearing into the bathroom.

Once you were ready you walked out into the bedroom, rubbing your arms from the crisp morning air.

“Here, wear this,” Clay smiled, tossing you one of his zip up hoodies.

As you slipped it over your shoulders, the smell of his aftershave filled your nose, making you smile. You had known him less than 12 hours and he was making you feel like a teenager again, yep you were fucked.

Soon enough you had both joined the group at the table outside, before you even sat down Jade passed you a spare pair of sunglasses, with a smirk like she knew this would happen.

“Well you two look like a sight for sore eyes!” Danny laughed, looking between you and Clay.

“Shut up and give me the smokes!” You hissed, holding your palm out. The moment you had the smokes Jade linked her arm with yours dragging you to the smoking area.

“Right, tell me everything!” Jade squealed.

“Nothing happened,” you shrugged, “And please whisper!”

“Girl, come on. I have known you for years now, I saw how you were looking at each other last night.” She grinned, “And I know full well you ended up in his room and that is his hoodie.”

“Look we were far too drunk for anything to happen, I mean I wanted to but Clay put a stop to it because of how drunk I was.” You said, taking a long inhale of your smoke.

“I knew you would have a connection with him.” She beamed as you headed back to the table.

The moment you sat back down, Clay winked at you, making you feel giddy again.

“So I’ve heard love is in the air,” Danny smirked.

“Urm fuck love, just gimme the hot, rough sex!” You said, taking a sip of your coffee.

“I mean if you met the right person, maybe you could have both.” Clay said, keeping eye contact with you. The moment your brain caught up with what he said you choked on your coffee.

“I mean that person had to be really fucking special to make be believe in love again.” You shrugged, everyone else had gone back to whatever conversation they were having.

“If you are challenging me, then I’d say game on,” he smirked, leaning his head against his fists. “I know you felt the spark last night.”

“Let’s just see what happens this week,” you laughed, “And if I haven’t killed you then we shall see, but the sex better be damn hot boy.”

“I’m sure I can show you how hot it can get tonight!” He hummed, making you once again choke on your coffee.

@chibsytelford @mrsmarvelous1995 @supervalcsi @talicat713 @disasterfandoms @bravo-four-seal-team @jasonbabymama @jayhalsteadfan-2417 @lotsoflovefromlea @seik-o @ohitshanksgirlxo @velvetcardiganbucky @phoenixhalliwell @pancakeisreading @itsonautopilot @pinkrockstar19 @galaxysanduniversesinmymind @softi92 @abby-splace

[acabecca]

Evie Hart + Johnny Storm // Supernova series

*

"I know it's not fair to say this, but I don't have anything without you. If I don't have you, I have nothing.” - for @fyeahsuperverseocs angst prompt event

*

The clattering of pans in the kitchen stirred Evie from her sleep and she sat up in her bed, running at her eyes groggily as she pulled herself up with a sigh as she glanced at her clock on her bedside table.

2.57am.

There was only one person who would be dumb enough to let themselves onto her floor of the Baxter building at this time of the morning, and she really did not want to deal with him right now; not when things were still so tense between them, the sting of their breakup still fresh to her, even after three months.

But she knew she had no choice. From the sounds of things he was about to make a huge mess that she’d be left to clean up, and so she begrudgingly threw the duvet off her and trudged out of her bedroom.

“Johnny?” she called, squinting against the light and biting back a laugh when he jumped, banging his head on the underside of the cabinet. “What are you doing?”

Johnny’s head emerged from inside the cupboard, a pout on his lips and his knuckles rubbing just above his ear, the spot he had obviously bumped when she’d startled him.

He beamed when he spotted her standing in the doorway.

“Heeeeey! Evie! I’m makin’ pancakes, you want some?” he asked, gesturing you the mixing bowl and ingredients scattered on the worktop.

“It’s three in the morning,” Evie took a step further inside the room, her eyes surveying the mess he’d already created, flour dusting her floor and one broken egg lying in front of the fridge. “And also, you don’t live here. Go make pancakes at your place.”

“I don’t have-” he paused, tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth and one eye closed as he carefully poured milk into a measuring jug. “I don’t have all of this stuff!” he glanced at her, his brow furrowed. “Whose shirt is that?”

“Yours. Forgot to pack it up with the rest of your stuff. You have flour in your hair,” Evie sighed, taking the milk carton away from him and wiping the top of his head. “Are you drunk?”

Johnny grinned. “Obviously.”

Rolling her eyes, Evie moved the mixing bowl to the side and put the milk back in the fridge, grabbing a dish towel and scooping up the smashed egg. “So, you just decided to let yourself into my place and make yourself breakfast?”

“Like the way you make pancakes,” Johnny hummed, and Evie snorted when she heard the scrape of the chair being pulled out at the table. “They taste better when you make ‘em. Secret ingredient is love.”

“Secret ingredient is cinnamon and a dash of nutmeg, and it’s not a secret,” she told him, pouring the milk into the bowl and mixing the batter together. “Sometimes blueberries-”

“Put those in!”

“I don’t have any.”

“Why not?”

Evie knew he was pouting without even turning to face him. “Because I wasn’t expecting any midnight callers to raid my cupboards, demanding I feed them. What are you- I mean, why did you come here? There’s a diner down the street.”

“Told you,” Johnny hummed. “Like the way you make ‘em. With love.”

“Well, these ones are being made under duress, so they might not be all that nice,” she murmured.

“…Not made with love anymore, huh?” he asked in a whisper and Evie paused, taking a breath.

“No,” she shook her head, her voice quiet. “Not anymore,” she poured some batter into the pan, ignoring the sound of Johnny standing up from the table behind her as she swallowed the lump in her throat. “You have to stop doing this, Johnny.”

“Doing what?”

He was closer than she expected, but his voice was still quiet and she could feel his gaze burning into the back of her head. Evie shrugged, flipping the pancakes over and grabbing a plate out of the cupboard.

“Showing up whenever you feel like it. Acting like nothing’s changed. Everything has changed.”

“…Could change back, though.”

Evie swallowed thickly, finally turning round to face him and leaning against the worktop as she cocked her head to the side. He looked so young stood in front of her now, his hair disheveled and his cheeks pink from alcohol, one eyebrow raised and a small, hopeful smile on face.

He looked like the Johnny she had fallen in love with, the cocky but sweet boy she had gotten to know, different from the Johnny Storm the public had grown to love.

It made her heart pound in her chest, her fingers itching to reach out and run through his hair, to fix the collar of his shirt, and she clenched her hands into fists to stop herself from touching him.

He had broken her heart. She had to remember that. Had to remember that he was no longer her Johnny, no longer the Johnny she had loved. He was somebody else now. Somebody who had a different girl - sometimes two - on his arm every night. Somebody who got invited to club openings and celebrity events, who had his picture appearing in tabloids, who had to be available at the drop of the hat in case the world needed saving.

“Things will never go back to how they were, Johnny,” she kept her voice void of emotion, her stomach churning when she saw his face fall. “It’s different now. You’re Johnny Storm. The Human Torch. Bonafide superhero, girls falling all over themselves to be with you. Why would you want things to go back to how they used to be?” she laughed softly, turning back to the pan and scooping the pancakes out onto a plate.

“Because I miss you,” he admitted, and Evie screwed her eyes shut. “I know I have no right. I know it's not fair to say this, but I don't have anything without you,” he murmured, his hands landing on her waist and his chest pressed against her back, his nose nudging the spot just behind her ear. “If I don't have you, I have nothing, Eve.”

“Here,” she turned in his arms, holding the plate up between them and shoving it towards his chest so he had no choice but to let go of her and take hold of it. “Your pancakes are done. You can bring the plate back tomorrow. Or don’t, s’not like I’ll miss one plate.”

“Evie-”

“I want you to leave, please,” she interrupted. “It’s late, and I’m tired,” she pushed him gently towards the elevator and his shoulders slumped as he allowed her to guide him off of her floor.

“I don’t- I need a fork-”

Letting out a strangled noise of frustration, Evie stomped back towards the kitchen and grabbed a fork, before making her way back over to her ex-boyfriend and shoving it at his chest.

“There you go, enjoy the pancakes, enjoy the hangover. Goodnight, Johnny!” she pressed the button for the elevator repeatedly. Really, it was the early hours of the morning; who could possibly be using it right now? Why wasn’t it already there waiting, since Johnny had obviously taken it up to her place?

She could feel her resolve cracking the longer she stood there, her finger jabbing at the button and Johnny staying silent as he watched her carefully.

“…How come you’re wearin’ my shirt?”

“Because I- it- it was just there. I forgot to put it in your box of stuff when I sent your things back with Sue and then I- I don’t know. Sometimes I just- I like sleeping in it? It’s comfortable.”

“S’why I left it at your old place,” Johnny shovelled a forkful of pancakes into in his mouth, syrup dribbling down his chin as he stuck his tongue out to catch it. “Don’t want it back. You can keep it.”

“Thanks.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, just don’t make a habit of letting yourself in here, alright? I can’t promise I won’t clock you over the head with a pan next time, what if I think you’re a burglar?” Evie offered him a weak smile. Johnny sighed, his gaze shifting to the plate in his hands.

“I didn’t mean for turning up and letting myself in here unannounced,” he muttered, his eyes widening slightly. “I mean, I am sorry for doing that, of course. But I meant, I’m sorry. For doing what I did. For how I treated you. For hurting you.”

“Johnny-”

“Please let me say this, because we both know I’m gonna lose the nerve when I sober up,” he interrupted as he reached out to take Evie’s hand in his, his fingers sticky with syrup. She pulled a face. “I think you were the best thing that ever happened to me, Evie. An’ I fucked it all up, an’ I know I don’t deserve another chance but, if you ever take pity on me and decide to give me another chance, I promise it’ll be better this time. I’ll be better. I won’t mess it up again because I know what it’s like to not have you. I know what it’s like to lose you now,” he finished quietly, the corners of mouth turning up into a small smile as his eyes searched hers.

Taking a shaky breath, Evie cleared her throat and pulled her hand out of his grasp, reaching out and wiping her hand on the t-shirt he was wearing. “You have sticky fingers,” she whispered.

“Yeah.”

She looked up at him, her arms crossed over her chest as though she were putting a wall up between them, and Johnny sighed as he heard the elevator doors ping open behind him.

“You should, uh… You should go,” she gestured behind him and he nodded, walking backwards into the elevator. “Enjoy the rest of the pancakes. Drink some water before you go to bed, and make sure you have some painkillers for when you wake up.”

“Always takin’ care of me, huh?”

“Well, someone has to,” Evie rolled her eyes, and Johnny snorted out a laugh.

“I’ll drop this back off tomorrow,” he tapped his plate with the fork.

“It’s okay; just sleep off your hangover.”

“No, I’ll come down tomorrow afternoon-”

“I won’t be here,” Evie rubbed her forehead. “I, uhm. I have a date.”

Johnny’s jaw went slack, his shoulders visibly deflating and his whole body felt numb. “Oh.”

“Yeah, so…” she paused, avoiding his gaze with a sigh. “Johnny, I… I heard what you said just now, but… I need someone who can tell me how he feels when he’s sober. I need someone who doesn’t have to lose me to want me.”

The elevator doors began to close and Johnny stumbled, quickly shoving his arm between them to keep them open. “Yeah, I… I get that. Is he- who is he?”

“Just some guy,” she shrugged weakly. “My sister in law set us up. His name is Steve, he seems… nice.”

“Nice,” Johnny repeated.

“Nice,” Evie nodded. “Easy, y’know? Normal guy, ex-military, works security now. He’s-”

“I should go,” he said quickly, dropping his arm back down to his side. “Thanks for the food, sorry again for waking you up and letting myself in. It won’t happen again. Goodnight, Evelyn.”

“Uh, yeah,” she blinked, watching as he disappeared behind the closing doors. “Goodnight, Johnny.”

taglist: @sgtbuckyybarnes @starcrossedjedis @jewelswrites-ish @lukespatterson @mer-writes @hiddenqveendom @if-you-onlyknew @raith-way @foxesandmagic (let me know if you want to be added/removed!)

[insufferablelust]

okay, so... matthews been working on his new script alot and you need attention. so you go into his office in just one of his button ups, instead of him fucking you right away he says you can come sit on his cock. if you are good he will fuck you but if you arent he will keep adding time. you end up sitting on him for an hour. for the last 15 mins he makes you edge yourself. then, he picks you up and bends you over and fucks you. he makes you watch in the mirror that is in front of his desk

Look, Its the queen again! @slutforthegubes is literally one of the only person who keeps me going and keeping me in a creative mindset! so thank you so much bb!! love you!

WARNINGS : Smut obvi, Dom!Mgg x Sub!Reader, Degradation by name calling, Rough sex, Slight exhibitionism, Spitting in mouth stuff :), Slight breeding kink, edging, orgasm denial, over stimulation, aftercare and um just your usual filthy smut from me you know the drill :)

excuse the writting errors! thank you and happy reading. view my other works —> MASTERLIST

It’s been an hour since Matthew decided that he needed to work on his newest script on a Sunday morning, you were half asleep when he pressed lingering kisses on your neck before announcing that he has some script reading to do, which you groaned at but still too drowsy to process anything. Of course, Matthew didn’t want to leave the bed at such an early morning on a Sunday nonetheless but he really needs to get this done.

But now here you were, all alone sprawled out on your shared bed, with no warmth from your boyfriend to engulf you. An annoyed huffed left your lips as you clutched onto his pillow, trying to inhale as much as his scent as possible, you want to drown and bathe in his scent, you want him— no you need him. It’s safe to say that you were desperately needy for him.

This doesn’t happen too often, but it does happen sometimes, more times than others now that you finally have the time to really enjoy each other. Sometimes you get like this, so turned on that you became a mindless little brat, and the only thing that can soothe your neediness is none other than Matthew. You just want him to pound into you like tomorrow doesn’t exists, maybe choke on you a little, and hearing his condescending tone as he spank you for being bad, god you need it and you need it bad this morning.

The heat inside your belly swell up at the scent of him, causing you to hump a little against the silky sheets, the fact that you’re naked and covered with his marks on you from last night’s activities only fueled up the building intensity within your core. You wanted to be good for Matthew, desperately after all, he doesn’t have that many rules for you, just the essentials like “Don’t ever cum without my permission, nobody and that includes you shall touch what’s mine unless its under my permission, and obey everything i said unless you safe word.” But you’re so needy, you’re willing to humiliate yourself by letting your cunt graze against the silk and moaned— technically you didn’t break any rules.

Soon enough, your need for him only became stronger and humping the sheets felt so dull compared to the pleasure you know he can give you, you just need him to be inside you that’s all. Letting out a frustrated sigh, you get up, quickly putting on one of Matthew’s button up that was tossed to the side and head downstairs looking all cute, and... messy— your hair is a cute mess, your nipples hard against the shirt, your eyes looked hazy, your lips red and bitten raw, the marks on your neck to your collarbones as well as the ones on your ass were exposed, and the dripping wet core between your legs. God, you looked like a fuckable goddess.

When you knock on his office door your feet jump giddily, knowing how this will go down, surely he can’t resist you looking this good and marked just for him... Oh if only you knew how patient Matthew is at keeping you on the edge.

—————

“Come in”

His voice sent her straight to heaven, she thought as she leaned against the door for a second before taking a deep breath and then open his office door, revealing a very very focused yet intimidating looking Matthew. His lips tucked away between his upper teeth, his veiny fingers holding the script as his glasses covered eyes taking through each words, plus his mismatched socks, blue and green this time. You kept wondering, How can one look so cute yet hot at the same time.

You closed the door before padded down on the carpeted floor, to where he’s sitting. “Hi, Matthew!” Your chirped, tone way too high, that has him immediately looking up from his script. See, You and Matthew knew each other so well, that even by how you act and speak can show what mood you’re in, and when he looked at you wearing his large button up, clearly no bra or panties, messy hair, and high pitched voice, he knows exactly what you’re up to, and oh no, Y/N has chosen a very very bad day to be naughty.

“Princess, come here.” He pat his lap, signaling for you to sit which you happily do right away, but when you tried to straddle him, both of his hand gripped your waist tightly so you stilled on your feet, looking at him with confusion “What’s wrong?”

The way he smiled sent goosebumps all the way to your core, as you gulped loudly. “I told you to sit on my lap, not to straddle my thigh. You don’t think you can fool me do you baby? I know how desperate little thing like you wouldn’t be able to resist grinding your needy cunt against me. It’s pathetic really.” Your eyes met his, but whilst his eyes shown unmerciful, your eyes begged for mercy. A perfect balance.

You really should’ve learned that there’s no way you could escape something that’s so clear already, yet you still run your mouth, “I wasn’t going to! i thought—�� you stopped abruptly when he suddenly pushed two of his lean fingers into your mouth as a way to shut you up. Y/N gagged a little, eyes watering before lowering them in submission, her mouth follows the gesture— suckling on his fingers eagerly.

“Oh would you look at that? the needy baby knows her place after all.” He scoffed, his other hand released your hips then pulled his fingers out of your mouth, bringing the wet fingers down past her (his) button up, Y/N gasped quickly at the way it trails up from her slit to the tip of her clit in a very agonizingly slow pace.

“Well somebody’s wet, isn’t she? been having fun without my permission, pretty girl?” He cooed, tilting his head with his eyebrows raised, and his lips curled into a tight smile. He’s mad, he’s burning mad.

“No! no, sir! i never touched what’s yours.” You defended yourself, trying so hard to not let your knees buckled at the sensation of his fingers slowly torturing your pussy with feathery touches and flicks around your clit.

“Shut up.” He ordered, “you know.. you weren’t as quiet as you thought baby, ‘s a shame really, you should’ve known how loud and greedy you are.”

“But i wasn—“ He dangerously cut you off, with one hand gripping the base of your throat and the other pushing two fingers up your pussy, pumping them slowly.

“Be quiet, petal.” He demanded, his fingers going faster and faster as he curled them upwards to thrust on your spongy walls making you tremble against him and involuntary tightening your walls around his fingers. “Gonna cum, princess?” you cried out a loud ‘yes please!’ at his coos— you were so close that your eyes fluttered shut, you breathing hitched when his hand around your throat tightened and he pulled out his fingers with a condescending laugh.

“Not so fast, love.” He pressed a soft kiss on your cheek, the contrast evident from how you were gasping heavily, “Now, I still have few more scripts to go through, since you’re here already why don’t you be a doll and sit on my cock, but you can’t cum, you can’t make a sound, and you can’t move. If you move even an inch, best believe there’ll be consequences” He explained slowly, suggesting how mushy your brain is right now, overwhelmed by the intense pleasure, but you knew that he demanded.

You obediently nod, receiving a small ‘good girl, i love you, baby’ from him that made your tummy warm, it was a reminder that no matter how rough and far he took it, this is all for your pleasure and his. Y/N smiled shakily whispering i love you, as she pulled his cock out, lining it up with her slit before she sink down on his length slowly, causing the both of them to moan out loud.

“That’s it, such a perfect whore for me. Sit still now baby, i have some work to do.” The way he snapped out of his demeanor to his dominant one really had you shaking, plus the way his cock filling your pussy— it honestly felt too much, too good, and warm. You just want to cum, this is going to be so hard, you thought as you try to sit still, leaned your head back against his shoulder and closed your eyes.

———

The first 10 minutes was a torture, Matthew is well endowed— not too big that it hurts, but perfect enough that you can feel the burn from his length stretching you out, he’s long enough that when he thrust up, the head of his cock hits the perfect spot inside you. So accommodating his size wasn’t easy, you practically squirming in his lap that has him slapping your thigh more than 10 times, with a harsh “Quiet.”

Then 30 minutes had passed, you were comfortable enough that you shakily asked him some questions about his scripts as he read them, but even then you still receive a total of 5 slap to your thighs for practically grinding on his cock— well who could blame her? she’s filled to the brim of him.

When they reached 45 minutes, Y/N watched as Matthew finished reading the last of his script— she can practically feel herself start to throb around him, itching to jump up and down his cock like a bunny. So she looked up at him through her lashes, batting them innocently, “Sir.. can i.. can we.. please? you’re done right?” You purred nervously as he put his files back onto the drawer. This is it, you thought.

“No, i’m not done. I’m going to get a call in a minute, and i want you to stay here and quiet like an obedient little slut i know you can be.” Okay.. that wont be too hard, usually his calls only last 10 minutes and you’re content. But as you were about to answer, your jaw fell open as quick as your luck have.

“And i want you to rub that pretty clit, edge yourself for me, every time you’re close i want you to slap it gently 3 times before going back at it, no stopping. If i hear a squeak or i see you stop or move on my cock, i won’t let you cum tonight. Understand?” He demanded right next to hear ear, voice all raspy and deep sending chills right up her spine.

She doesn’t have any choice but to say “yes, sir.” Knowing full well that if this wasn’t something that she wanted she could stop it, but she wanted this, and deep down she knows how much Matthew love seeing her all squirmy and needy mess for him.

So he pressed a kiss to the side of your head before picking up the call from his manager. His hand tapped your tummy twice, signaling for you to start. Slowly, you bring your hand down your clit, feeling the wetness from where your cunt connected with his cock, gasping quietly as you rub the wetness on your clit. If you thought that before was a torture, then this is death. You can’t even control the way you shake as you keep on rubbing your clit like he asked, meanwhile he’s talking about an upcoming project.

You panted heavily as you slapped your cunt 3 times when you felt how close you were, your face was a mess, tears streaming down your cheeks and you’re practically squeezing around Matthew’s cock earning a grunt from him, and a warning pinch on your thigh.

“N-no i’m alright, yeah i stubbed my toe.” He glared at you as your eyes begged him, you were seconds away from coming all over his cock when he finally— finally ended his call.

Matthew didn’t waste any time, he gripped your wrist and slapped it away from your cunt, using his own fingers to rub your clit fast as you clench all over his cock. “You’re so cute, but i’m afraid i’ll have to ruin you, baby.” He whispered as if you haven’t been acting like a desperate whore for him this whole time. “Just for you! just you fuck, Sir may i cum?” You mewled loudly, Matthew held you close against him, nibbling on your ear before whispering a low, “Cum, now.” and so you did. Hard. Warm, everything is blazing as you squirm and convulse safely tucked away inside his arms.

“Good girl Y/N, shh that’s it. So cute when you cry like that.” He cooed as you came down from your high, only to feel him buck his hips up and slammed his cock deeper into you,

“Think i’m done baby? no no no. Not fair right? i’ve worked so hard, yet you’re the only one who came.” His voice sending alerts to your system as you buzz and whimpered out, “No.. not fair sir, please let me help.” You’re so tuckered out but in your delicate submissive state, his pleasure is what matters to you.

Matthew pulled his cock out of you, causing you to whine not used to the feeling of emptiness, which he chuckled and muttered “Patience, my good little slut always wait.” You nodded eagerly, just wanting to please him.

He gripped your hair in hand, tightly pulling it back a little, leaving your mouth hang open— Then unexpectedly, his gaze is on your half lidded eyes as he spit down your throat. The gesture made you widen your eyes in shock but swallowing it still which made him grin.

“Ah, of course you would like that.”

“Sir.. can you do it again please?” You definitely shocked yourself and him, his eyes widen for a second before quickly clearing his throat and spit down your throat, which you moaned lewdly and closing your eyes, whispering “Thank you sir” that earned you a slap on the ass and him bending you over the opposite end of the desk where you can see your reflection through the mirror in front of you.

“Gonna give you what you’ve been wanting now, baby.” He whispered, his gripped on your hair is tight as he aligned himself with your wet entrance, your chin pressed against the desk with him leaning down and whispered “You’re gonna take it, and watch.”

————

Matthew slip his cock into you inch by inch, letting out grunts and moans as he felt your tight warm hole engulfed his cock once more. Your eyes kept on looking to the mirror as you begin to whine, he’s filling you so good— its even deeper with this position.

He stared at your eyes at the reflection before he smiles dangerously and begin to thrust in and out of you, in a fast pace, with one hand on your hips and one hand on your hair, spontaneously gripping them. You let out little moans and squeaks as you feel yourself getting close quickly, body buzzing with oversensitivity. “Sir i- oh!—“

“Cum as many times as you want, fuck— baby go on, you deserve it.” So you came again, he can feel your walls became impossibly tight making him throw his head back and his thrusts becomes sloppier yet brutal.

“You’re perfect Y/N, such a goddess— fuck i love you.” He keeps on grunting your name as he fucks you on his desk, you both lock eyes in the mirror one last time before he came inside you, spilling every bit of him inside with strings of curses and i love you’s.

———————

“I love you.. Matthew..” Y/N croaked out, as Matthew pulled out slowly, then grabbed a cloth to wipes both of you and settling you down on his lap sideways as he cradled you. “I love you too, future Mrs. Gubler”

“We should really considering condoms.” You laughed as you hid your face on your fiancé’s neck

“Aren’t you on birth control?” He curiously asked, playing with your hair soothingly as you purred, “Yeah but.. we have sex 24/7, its possible that you know” You blushed as he chuckled then whispered on your ear,

“I wouldn’t mind anyways.”

“Matthew Gray Gubler!”

—————

Hope you enjoyed! as always, blurb reqs are open just send in ideas or feedbacks or constructive criticisms if you have any! i’m working my way down the requests so be patient. Thank you! i love you!

[thefanficmonster]

Never Satisfied [Chapter 3]

Corpse Husband x Original Female Character

Warnings: Language

A collaboration between Vy & Ashens 🖤

“I can’t tell if this is a date or a debt collection“

“So where do you want to eat?” Corpse murmurs, sitting in the same car with the same girl he’d been in only a few days ago. His seatbelt clicks and he tilts his head to peer at her from his peripheral vision. She’s buckling up and getting settled in the passenger seat where no one but her has sat in for months. His cheeks turn pink when she turns to look at him, catching him staring which brings a grin to her face. 

“I’m buying you food, bud, you pick.” She answers simply, leaning back in the old seat. 

Corpse sits frozen for a minute or two as he contemplates what the best option would be. 

Nowhere? Could I get away with that though? 

His anxiety is starting to creep up again - the dark demon of his existence. The everpresent rain cloud over the parade of his life. 

What if I make myself look like an idiot. What if I picked something she doesn’t like? Would she think I’m weird? What if whatever I get makes me sick and I end up embarrassing myself! 

Wait, she’s a klepto. What if she robs me?!

“If you can’t think of a place, there’s a little bistro about ten minutes down West Colt avenue that has some pretty bangin’ Greek food.” She suggests calmly, taking his silence as indecisiveness. She’s good at picking up subtle cues, he’s thankful for that. She seems to easily be able to get along with anyone despite her wild personality. She may have a wild spirit, but she’s got the ability to tame it when needed. She’s the only one with that power from what it seems. 

Corpse takes a moment, nods and puts his car into drive to head in the directions she mentioned.

He isn’t completely sure how she’s perceived his indecisiveness though, which is bothering him - was she annoyed by it and wanted to put an end to it or was she just trying to be helpful and prevent him from getting himself worked up? His mind spirals so easily, he hates it. Even in a calm and casual - ok, as casual as it’s gonna get with this girl - scenario, his head is spinning with nothing but the worst outcomes and possibilities. That’s anxiety for ya, it’s a fucking bitch. Either way he appreciates her stepping in like that, saved him quite the bus load of anxious pondering, so the least he can do is offer her a quick smile. 

Don’t make it weird, Corpse!, he scolds himself.

She’s looking out the passenger side window, fingers tapping calmly and rhythmically against her knee, seemingly not bothered by the loud silence in the vehicle. He, however, is not so at peace with it. He’s usually the one to enjoy silences, unless he finds himself in these kinds of situations - in-closed space with another person. He tries to ask himself what would other people do to put an end to the quiet that feels almost like a physical presence. Small talk? That’s one thing he’s never been good at. Music? That’s the key here, however he can’t be sure how to properly use it to his advantage. He can’t just play whatever and expect it to be fine. He appreciates taste in people - he knows he’d be mildly offended if people didn’t respect his taste, that’s why he always pays attention to the favors of others. Especially when it comes to music. 

That’s why, before turning the car radio on, he pauses to ask: “What kind of m-“

“Anything. Really.” She says quickly, cutting him off mid-question before laughing in a certain way Corpse can’t quite place...nervously? Could that be it? That’s a sound he never expected he’d hear from her. Is that feeling even in her specter of emotions? Her? Nervous? - sounds more impossible than him being confident. 

 “Anything?” He’s curious now. She’s managed to intrigue him so easily. He smirks, switching from the radio over to the CD he has placed in the stereo. It’s a compilation of several bands he enjoys listening to, songs that help relax and soothe him. Bonus points for the effect they have on his anxiety - they always manage to suppress it even the slightest bit. Many of his favorites are on there, a lot of genre mixing as well: rap, punk, industrial. But there are also a few mellows on there, even a couple foreign songs that she might not have heard before. 

Much to his relief, a little glow appears in her eyes at the sound of the tunes that fill the car, burning brighter than the reflection of the midday sun that’s already present in them, “I’ve always loved music...haven’t found anything I don’t like.” She tells him, voice traveling softly as she closes her eyes for a moment before opening them and allowing her grin to widen, “So...my choker, huh? Thought it suited ya?”

Corpse laughs a little, low and timid as the car comes to a slow stop at a red light. “I thought it was mine, I swear.” He admits, shrugging slightly. “I go by a C name on the internet so…thought it was a product of my bullshit sentimentality or a shopping spree I can’t recall.” He swallows hard, contemplating whether mentioning he’s online was a bad move or not.

 Luckily, she doesn’t  seem to have acknowledged it, as she promptly speaks up again, “You do look good in a collar, you have that bad dog kind of vibe. If it didn’t have such sentimental value I would’ve let you keep it.” She laughs, a sound so light, almost like a glow you can see more than a voice you can hear. It’s contagious too and he can’t help but chuckle with her, blushing again. 

“You would look good in one too I bet.” He says but cringes right as the words leave his mouth. He’s quick to regret what he has said, his tongue burning with a bitter taste as he tightens his grip on the steering wheel and clenches his jaw. 

Fuck! Stupid! Stupid! Why the fuck would you say something like that?? She’s going to think you’re a fucking creepy pervert who’s imagin-

Corpse’s mental anguish is put to an abrupt pause as something warm covers the fingers of his right hand. He lets his tunnel vision focus on his hand to find hers curled over it. 

“Hey…you still with me?” She asks carefully, thumb touching one of his rings. “You don’t have to worry about offending me. It takes a lot to do that, if you can’t tell. Besides, you seem pretty cool and you’re not a narc so that’s a huge plus.” She squeezes his hand before wiggling her fingers under his palm and pulling it from the steering wheel so their fingers could intertwine. “If you need it, you can always grab my hand any time and squeeze until you don’t feel nervous. Although, you never need to be nervous around me. Consider me your personal human safety blanket. Or a….what to call it?... - A checkpoint! If everything or everyone else makes you anxious, I’m your checkpoint person where that anxiety should evaporate. Sounds good?”

Corpse stares at this literal stranger in his car. A stranger holding his hand and promising to be there for him when his anxiety overwhelms him. Letting him rely on her whenever his chest tightens or his heart speeds up. He feels so much while looking at the sight she is. Gratitude and confusion take over though. “Why would...you-..” He attempts to mutter, but she’s quick to cut him off yet again.

“Because I know what it’s like to be anxious and I wish I had somebody to help me when I was feeling that storm in me.” She replies, shrugging her shoulders with nonchalance and gives his palm another gentle and encouraging squeeze. “Even if this is a one time hang out sesh between strangers, you can count on me until we go our separate ways.” Confidence radiates from her like waves of warmth and safety. 

Her aura’s reaching out to his, offering him reassurance and comfort. And so, he decides to accept.

Corpse finally brings himself to squeeze her hand back. “-...thanks.” He murmurs, lips quirking up in a smile. 

But I don’t want this to be a one time thing…I might actually have a friend. I may have just clicked with someone like I haven’t in so long. 

She releases his hand so he could continue driving, nodding her head as if to tell him she’s still there despite the loss of contact, reassuring him that he could reestablish that contact whenever he’d like or need to. 

He now feels more comfortable in the car, more relaxed than he can even remember. Music plays from the speakers but it’s overpowered by their voices singing along to the songs they recognize. Corpse can’t help but note she sounds nice, singing like that - so carelessly. She’s by no means a Utada Hikaru, or a Mariah Carey but she knows how to hold a tune and he can appreciate that. He’s no BONES either after all.

He doesn’t want this drive to end, he doesn’t want this bubble of comfort and leisure to burst. He rarely gets the luxury of finding himself in a state like this one so peaceful yet so chaotic. So familiar despite him not having experienced it before. It all feels so natural despite how out of place it is. It’s so many things contradicting each other and it’s beautiful to him. It’s comfort, it’s happiness. It’s the absence of anxiety - a feeling he wants to enjoy for as long as possible. He has Cora to thank for this, for managing in less than a full day of knowing him what people who’ve known him for years haven’t been able to do. He’s aware that this is temporary, this car ride can’t last forever and neither can this outing. But he knows that when they step out of this car, when they leave this bubble, her hand will still be within his reach. And when this hang-out sesh is over, he’ll be able to make another one happen. There is always this big step of overcoming his anxiety he has to face whenever he wants to invite people within his proximity and in his life, but with her, that step disappears. It’s erased from existence by the simple touch of her fingers. The oddly powerful grip of her small, gentle hand. 

Corpse is not one to believe in fate, but there are some things that are inevitable. Things that are special and always happen with a reason and a message. He’s not blind either - he knows what he’s got here, with her, falls in that category of special.

@fockingwhore  @vixenl  @annshit  @wineandionysus

[thatsgay-writes]

For part 2 of boxer x Leah, maybe something where the girls ask how the reader knows how to fight so well and it leads to her confessing about her abuse and time in underground fighting rings much to everyone’s horror. Leah comforts her about it and they say how much they love each other.

TW: Abuse and the F word

Things had been tense between you and Rachel after the fight to say the least. You were on okay terms with Nora but that was just because she knew where you were coming from. The both of you would protect your loved ones till your last breath. You didn’t end up teaching Toni how to fight, which of course caused the girls to ask questions. You never gave them a straight answer, but it was because training reminded you too much of your own training by your father. Of course, the girls didn’t know when to stop asking questions.

---

You guys were playing another ice breaker, could you even call it an ice breaker at that point? It was a simple game of truth or dare, something light to keep everyone’s spirits high and everything was going well, until... “Y/n, truth or dare?” Rachel asks as everyone else tenses at the two girls interaction. “Truth.” Y/n answers calmly, not wanting the game to be ruined by her and Rachel’s interaction. Rachel thinks for  second, leaving the others to wait in fear. “Why won’t you teach Toni how to fight?” You bristle some at the question. “Because I don’t want to.” You say, repeating the same answer you’ve given every time you were asked. “Oh come on! I don’t believe that for a second.” Rachel states, getting frustrated. “Why don’t we move on, it’s y/n’s turn to ask someone.” Shelby interjects, trying to keep the peace.

“No! Y/n walks around here all happy-go-lucky and then out of nowhere can throw down and no questions why?” The girls were quiet, they did want to know but respected your privacy enough to not push you. “That’s enough Rachel.” Leah says giving the other girl a glare. “Of course you defend her.” Rachel says with a roll of her eyes, “I bet she hasn’t told you why either.” Leah stutters a bit at the fact Rachel stated before recovering. “That doesn’t matter, y/n will tell me and us when she feels comfortable enough to! God, you really are fucking psychotic!” Leah yells at Rachel getting even more mad at her. “Yeah, you act like I’m the only one keeping secrets around here, Stanford.” You say with a condescending tone. “You know what!” Rachel yells standing up, pointing her finger at you. “You’re hiding something and I’m gonna figure it out. Until then, you should know that you’re and absolute piece of shit who will never amount to anything! You’re just a fucking nobody...”

---

“Just a nobody!” Your dad yells as drags you into the house. You had just returned home from a basketball game having lost and your dad was pissed to say the least. “How do you lose to a bunch of fucking children!?” He yells as she slams you onto the couch and moves towards the kitchen. “2 fucking points! 2 points! You couldn't fucking play better!?” Your dad storms back into the room, getting all up in your face, the smell of alcohol clear in his breath. “I... I... I scored half the team points...” You try and reason with the man before you. It was true, you had scored 25 of your teams 52 points, but your dad didn’t seem to care. He chugs the bottle in his hand and looks at it for a second being completely silent.

He suddenly rears his hand back and smash the bottle across your head, causing you to yell out in pain. “Did I tell you to fucking talk back!” You whimper as you hold your hand to your head to stop the bleeding. “No sir... Sorry sir.” Your dad looks down at your form satisfied. “Get the fuck out my face, you fucking nobody.” He slurs as you stumble to your feet and get to your room as fast as you can. “A fucking nobody...”

---

“Y/n... Y/n? Y/n!” “Huh? What?” You say in confusion as you break out of the memory you were having. Leah was crouched in front of you, both hands on your cheeks, looking at you worriedly. “Are you okay? You zoned out...” You looked around Leah and noticed the other girls looking at you in concern, even Rachel surprisingly. You lick your lips, feeling uncomfortable. “Uh, yeah... I’m fine.” You say giving her a weak smile. “Maybe I should tell you what that was about.” You say with a small laugh, laughter being your go to coping mechanism. “You don’t have to...” Leah says as she shakes her head, still holding your face in her hands. You grab her hands with yours and pull them off your cheeks and into your lap. “It’s cool. I mean, some of us have already shared our life story thing I guess it’s my turn.”

---

The girls looked shocked at what you told them about growing up. How you lost your mom at an early age, how your dad turned to the bottle and put all his dreams and emotional trauma onto you in a physical form. How you used MMA and street fighting as an outlet for all your negative emotions. How you wanted to leave a positive impact on the world. Most of the girls looked at you with pity and awe, Shelby even had tears in her eyes. While Leah looked at you with love, you were so much stronger then she ever imagined.

“I’m sorry... I never should have assumed or pushed you to talk about your past.” Rachel said after a few moments of silence. You shrug in response, “You couldn’t have known but thanks.” You knew that you and Rachel’s friendship would be rocky for a while but you were glad to have finally told the other about your past, especially Leah.

---

Later that day, before falling asleep, Leah leans over your shoulder as she held you. She started pressing kisses along your neck, shoulder, and cheek. “I love you so much. You are so strong. You are somebody.” She repeats over and over again in your ear, ready to try and start reversing all negativity your father pushed on you throughout your life. She would continue to do that for the rest of her life if you allowed her to.

PREVIOUS