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Atelophobia | Matt Sturniolo

Matt Sturniolo x reader

Summary: Where Y/N has suffered with an eating disorder for years, but lately, - because of the some "fans" and social media - her insecurities have been taking her to a more than dangerous path, which she couldn't get out without help.

Warning: anorex!a, eating disorder, comparison, self sabotage, self hatred, panic attack, pure angst... PLEASE read with caution!

Requested?: No.

Author's note: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

PS.: This is not intended to trigger anyone or an instruction of how to lose weight. Read at your own risk.

PS. 2: Written by a girl - me - who goes through this every day.

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Atelophobia; the fear of not being good enough.

This was one of the millions of fears and problems that haunted Y/N's mind. Her head convinced her a long time ago that she simply wasn't enough; for her school teachers, for her classmates, for her friends, for her parents, past boyfriends... not even for herself.

This led her to listen to what others said and thought about herself since she was very young, the desire to be perfect and within society's standards in all aspects of a human being consumed her; personality, thoughts, knowledge... body.

She was told all the time how she should behave, act, and be. She was just a child, but that didn't seem to matter to those who did it, clogging her up with responsibilities and comparisons.

One thing led to another. Her desperation to be the best at everything started to include her own body. "Fat" was the first word people used to describe her. She had no control over the situations around her, but she had control over her weight.

Y/N was always the biggest girl in her class, and her classmates seemed to love reminding her of that; often being excluded from work groups, forgotten in groups of friends, or not chosen in any team during Physical Education classes.

Until the year when everything changed. During the school vacation, she decided to change, intending to return to school as a new girl. The new cycle started well, Y/N saw a nutritionist, cutting out all fatty foods from her routine and consuming only healthy ones. She started going to the gym daily, doing the recommended training time. All of this led her to lose a significant amount of weight.

Soon, the vacation was over, and with that, the negative comments from her classmates were replaced by positive comments. Girls asking what she had done to lose weight like that, searching for advice and seeing her as a miracle. Boys saying how changed and prettier she looked.

How could she not fall in love with her own illness?

So, that made her feel good. Too good... her mind began to yearn to become thinner, more beautiful, just to hear more from others. And then the healthy diet and the one hour training at the gym were no longer enough for her. She needed more if she wanted to be better.

Y/N then intensified her training, staying at the gym for 2 hours per day, doing more reps with more weight. She crossed out several foods from the list of permitted that her nutritionist had made, choosing for herself the ones she thought were ideal, until it had almost nothing left.

Her brain self-sabotaged so that she wouldn't go out with her friends, because they would definitely want to eat somewhere and she wouldn't be able to.

She no longer participated in family dinners, creating excuses so as not to be forced to sit at the table and eat.

Her mind convinced her that she wasn't thin enough to satisfy her boyfriends' sexual and non-sexual desires, which made her pull away during or at the beginning of any relationship she had until the guy got tired, or she simply ended it.

She spent hours on the internet, searching for sensational diets that reduced daily calories to 500 or less, promising extraordinary weight loss. In addition to getting on the scale at least 4 times a day, hoping for a miracle every time she looked at the numbers.

Y/N replaced her eating schedules with random hobbies like drawing, learning a new instrument, or picking flowers from her garden to make flower crowns, occupying her time and mind.

Some things scared her, her period hadn't come in months, clumps of hair fell out every time she ran her hands through it. Her vision went dark at least 3 times a day. Her body shivered from the complete cold of her insides, and her stomach hurt more than usual.

But she had to suffer them alone since she had no one to talk to about, always alone.

Until Y/N met Matt.

Matt was the boy who made her want to get better. He encouraged her to look for a hospital that fit her preferences, where Y/N finally began to receive psychiatric and psychological care.

Her diet changed for the better, into foods that Y/N saw as safe. She did not abandon the gym but reduced the weight and time, maintaining her training just for the health of her muscles, as she had lost a lot of lean mass during her worst moment.

The calculator in her head finally stopped. Her eyes started seeing food as just food and not as the enemy. Her stomach craved for all the snacks she loved, and she finally ate them, without feeling guilty.

Matt was so thoughtful about her entire situation, having suffered himself with extreme anxiety from a young age. He could tell he understood in parts what it was like to live with a mental illness.

So he helped her maintain her healthy diet and eat all her daily meals within her limit - often opting to eat together in their room, since he knew the trepidation Y/N still felt about doing it in front of other people.

Matt praised her in every possible situation, trying not to be extreme but to show his intense love and support for the girl. All of that was helping her a lot.

Until it wasn't.

Y/N and Matt never hid their relationship from the public, the girl knew how famous her boyfriend was and how difficult it could be to keep their relationship hidden, they would be seen together at one time or another.

So it wasn't surprising that the girl appeared in some of the triplets' pictures sometimes, and that's what happened that Friday.

As usual, Nick posted a photo dump on the triplets Instagram to promote the publication of their new car video, and one of the photos was of Matt and Y/N, specifically one in which the two were sitting on the couch in their living room, the girl had her legs draped over Matt's thighs, while his tattooed arm wrapped tightly around her waist, huge smiles decorating their faces.

It was a cute photo, but apparently, that wasn't what fans thought.

While Matt and his brothers were in the kitchen, preparing healthy snacks - a habit they built through the girl, but which in the end helped everyone -, Y/N was lying on her bed in the room she shared with Matt, wrapped in too-warm covers, holding her phone with her right hand while her left hand wrapped around her stomach in an almost painful grip.

Her thumb scrolled through the comments screen beneath the post. Almost everyone there talking about her picture with Matt.

"Matt can do so much better than her"

"I really don't know what he saw in her"

"She's going to end up crushing him like that"

"I'll pay for the gym for her if that's the price for Matt to have a worthy girlfriend"

And so on, it was as if they knew all of Y/N's weaknesses.

Some fans of them could be cruel when they wanted to, and Y/N knew this by heart since seeing Nick crying several times because he was body shamed, or when she noticed Chris being quieter than usual after reading comments saying how loud he was and how that was unbearable.

Her heart was crushed every time she saw Matt suffer in silence until he couldn't hold it in any longer and finally cried in her lap for hours after reading people saying how insignificant and quiet he was in the videos.

Even though a huge mass of the fandom loved them with all their hearts and took care of them as much as the distance of a phone screen allowed, it still wasn't enough to swallow the hate comments.

But when it came to Y/N, more than half of the fandom turned against her. Maybe out of envy, but it was obvious that the girl didn't see it that way. She was convinced that they were right.

Her heart tightened as if someone was crushing it with their bare hands. The air seemed to escape her lungs, and the lunch she ate hours before seemed to want to go up her throat. Her fingers trembled as she held her stomach, feeling everything she had and didn't have there. Her eyes began to water, her lips quivering from the tears that wanted to escape.

Y/N quickly moved her finger to the back button, hoping to break out of the horrible cycle she was about to enter. A loud sob escaped her lips when, upon finally leaving the post, her feed reloaded, and a picture of a model that Y/N followed and admired appeared.

Comparison was her biggest enemy.

Negative thoughts about herself began to pollute her mind, everything around her becoming a fog. The sounds coming from the kitchen became muffled to her ears. Y/N's right hand - which was holding her phone - was gripping the device in such a way that her fingers turned white. Painful sobs escaped her mouth as her eyes remained fixed on the woman's perfect figure.

Why can't I be like her?

The longing for the sensations she felt when she starved hit her chest hard. The desire to want to be as thin as before - or more - filled her.

It didn't take long, and soon, the bedroom door was slowly opened, Matt's silhouette appearing behind it. His face was lit up with a smile - probably because of some joke his brothers made - while his right hand held a plate with two sandwiches.

His cheerful expression was replaced by a frown of concern. Matt quickly closed the door with his feet, walking towards the bed, haphazardly placing the plate on the nearest bedside table before sitting down on the mattress.

His hands flew to Y/N's waist, stopping over her own hand that was squeezing her skin with a force that was sure to leave it bruised.

The girl seemed to wake up from her trance, lifting her head and meeting Matt's calming - but worried - gaze. She cried harder as she imagined what her boyfriend would be thinking of her now.

Automatically, her mind started to play her current state, messy hair, swollen and red face, skin wet with tears, eyes half closed and mouth open, allowing sobs to escape from there.

"M-Matt-" Her sentence was cut off by a sob, her eyes closing tightly.

Matt took a deep breath, trying to process what to do next. His left hand - the one that didn't cover hers - slowly took the phone, taking it out of his girl's death grip. He glanced briefly at the screen, automatically understanding what was happening before locking it and putting the device aside.

He moved his body so that it was closer to hers, resting his hand on her spine and guiding her until she laid her head on his chest, caressing the area below his fingers.

Matt felt his heart break with every tremble that rocked the body beneath his caused by the sobs. If he could take that pain away from his girlfriend, he would.

"It's okay, baby, let it out. I'm right here." He cooed, his fingers caressed the tangled strands of her hair lightly, stroking the area while moving his upper body back and forth, slowly calming his girlfriend.

"Ma-Matty-" Y/N's voice was weak, wobbly from the pain in her heart.

Matt removed his hand from hers for a few seconds, stretching it to the bedside table - where the plate was -, taking the bottle of water that Y/N always filled before going to sleep. He opened the lid in one quick movement, bringing it close to his girl's face.

"Come on, my love. Sit down for a moment and take a sip of water. Please." The boy asked in a soft voice, helping Y/N straighten her posture before bringing the bottle closer to her lips, helping her take a few small sips of the contents.

He closed the bottle after making sure she was satisfied, placing it on the mattress before turning his attention to Y/N again. He brushed away the strands of hair from her face, tucking them behind her ear.

"What if they're right?" She asked in a whisper, catching her bottom lip between her teeth in an attempt to keep from crying.

"No, they aren't." Matt's tone was convincing, as if he was absolutely sure of what he was saying. "You are not worse than others because of your weight. You look great as you are. Your body is perfect, do you know why? Because he's healthy enough to carry you around and take care of you." The boy held her hands lightly, stroking the back of her fingers gently as he looked into her eyes. "The recovery journey is not easy, I remember the words your psychologist said to me when we had that session together. I imagine your head when you see clothes getting tighter, and these comments certainly make you want to give up, I know you, baby."

He paused momentarily, watching her reactions carefully.

Y/N knew that, recovery was hard work. Not wanting to die was hard work.

"Recovery is not a race. You don't have to feel guilty about taking less or more time than you originally thought or having relapses from time to time. This is part of the process, and I want you to understand this. You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in my entire life. When I look at the most beautiful things, I remember you. In the pink tulips of the flower shop across the street, in the Cassiopeia constellation, in the bees that fly in our garden and in the greenest tree I have ever seen." Y/N let out a tearful laugh when she heard him mention the tree, knowing his immense love for nature. "Because you're pretty like them."

"I-I'm sorry." The girl whispered, sniffling then lowering her gaze in shame. "I... I saw the photos that Nick posted, and there were comments..." She shook her head, closing her eyes tightly.

"Oh baby." He leaned slightly over Y/N, sealing his lips over her warm forehead. "If you want to apologize, let me do it. If you went through this now, it was because of me."

"No, Matt. It was never and will never be your fault." Y/N shook her head, wiping her eyes momentarily with the sleeve of her - his - hoodie, sniffling slightly before taking one of Matt's hands, intertwining their fingers. "You don't control people, much less through the internet. They will always talk a lot because they are behind a screen that protects them, but that will never be your fault. I would rather go through this a thousand times and have you with me than never have you again."

"I understand." He paused momentarily. "Please, don't let it get to that point again while you're alone. If you see something that upsets you or makes you feel bad, turn it off instantly and call me. I want to be there to help you. I want to be there for you." The brunette asked, staring at her eyes.

Y/N sighed, nodding her head and leaning slightly closer to him, resting her forehead on Matt's shoulder, exhaling the softening scent and perfume that exuded from the fabric of the hoddie on his body.

Her eyes burned from the tears she shed, closing them tightly to prevent more from falling, her heart still feeling sore from everything.

"If you want, we can contact that psychologist again, the one who helped you throughout the process at the hospital." Matt lowered his head, bringing his face closer to the back of Y/N's head, pressing his lips against his girl's hair, closing his eyes as he felt the warmth of her body close to his. "I want to attend some sessions just like we did last time, so I understand how I can help you this time."

Y/N felt her heart warm instantly, her free hand snaking to Matt's thigh closest to her, stroking the covered skin lightly.

"Okay."

Matt loved Y/N more than he loved himself, and he would make sure that she understood that she wasn't alone anymore.

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xqueen-of-disasterx · 8 months

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Lonely

Paring: Innocent!reader x dads!friend!Nat

Summery: You looked lonely Natasha could fix that

Warnings: SMUT, pervy Nat, innocent reader, (legal) age gap, masturbation, intersex nat, oral, fingering, p in v, slight degradation, pet names, anal play, manhandling, fluff at the end, implied aftercare,

Word count: 1.8k

!Disclaimer English is not my first language so please excuse any grammar or spelling errors. This story is completely fictional!

AN: @xxforeverinadayxx it’s a bit late but I hope you like it

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Natasha knew very well how morally wrong her behavior was but how could she help herself when you were this cute. She was aware of the fact that Steve had an adult daughter but until this burning summer in Italy she had yet to meet you. But time came and Natasha found herself living with the most beautiful girl alive. Natasha had tried to spend as much time as she could with you, trying to find out everything about you. She’d take you on cycling trips and read to you your favorite novel while laying in the grass. You had been enchanted by Natashas presence. She was kind and yet smart. She happened to like the same authors as you and treated you like an adult, and not like your father who always shielded you. You didn’t want to accept it but you quickly had a crush on the older woman. In your eyes she was just perfect.

Who could’ve known that all of that was just a facade Natasha had put on to hide her true perverted fantasies. She had wanted you from the moment you first stepped down the stairs only wearing a light summer dress who looked so beautiful on you. She couldn’t flirt with you like she would with any other girl. No. Natasha had to be smart about it. She couldn’t risk Steve picking up on her true intentions with you. Natasha also of course didn’t want to do anything to you that you didn’t want. She might have been a pervert but she wouldn’t step over that boundary. Natasha knew exactly what she was searching for when she forged through your drawer. Her long fingers delicately caressing over the light pink cotton fabric of your panties. Her breathing was heavy as she quickly stuffs the the piece of fabric into the back pocket of her suit pants.

She’d do it like she did many times before on her summer vacation at your fathers mansion. Natasha would take the piece of clothing to her room and deep in the night when everyone else would be asleep her hands would find their way into her boxers. Moving her hand up and down her shaft as she whimpers your name quietly wishing it would be your smaller hands instead. She would grunt and moan muffled by her pillowcase. She’d cum into your panties cleaning her seed from the deep red tip of her cock. The next day while you would be in the garden she would put it back neatly folded hoping you would notice the difference which was a false hope. You weren’t aware why your “fresh” underwear had crusty but you chose to ignore it.

She quickly fled the room through the connected bathroom as she quickly hides the panty in one of the drawers of her nightstand. She moved on her turning to her bed as she grabs some book and pretended to read as she hears your light knocking on her door. “Come in Bambi” you could her her mumble as you pushed the heavy wooden door open. Her nicknames never failing to make you want to melt. Your feet make their way across the floor before you take a seat on the side of Natashas bed. “What brings you here” her voice was husky coming out almost as a whisper. You had your eyes located on your lap as you could hear Natasha move behind you. “I felt lonely” You could hear her chuckle in response as she moves beside you. “Is Steve home” You shook your head “He said that he won’t be home till late at night today”

Natashas smirk was devilish as she knew now was the time she could finally shoot her shoot. “And he left you all alone with me?” You didn’t answer her. The question was more rhetorical than anything. “Tell me pretty girl” her hands moved to your chin making you meet her lustful gaze “Do you feel something 'down there' when I touch you” Your cheeks turned a light shade of red. You were too embarrassed to say it but she was right. You slowly nod and making Natasha the happiest woman alive. “What do you do then” “W-Well I-” Natasha cut you off “No Олененок I want you to show me. Show me what you do to make those feelings go away” Your movements were shaky as you laid your fragile body on her kingsized bed. Your hands had found their way towards the waistband of your shorts as you slowly dragged them down your feminine legs. You had revealed your undergarments, a white pair with flowers on them. Natasha smirked as she saw the pair. She was familiar with it once having right her under her hips as she wished she had you instead. However her time had come, she had finally had you all to herself. You disposed of your panty too as you left your dripping cunt on full display for Natasha who was sitting between your spread ankles. Her breathing got more rapid as she could feel herself het harder and harder. Your hands had found their way towards your clit rubbing the bundle of nerves in tight circles as you kept releasing moan after. Natasha looked at you with a pitiful expression it was clear that you didn’t really knew what you were doing. The older woman highly doubt that you’ve ever managed to made yourself cum judging by your inexperienced movements.

“Let me help you pretty girl” Natasha was fast to strip from her shirt throwing it somewhere behind herself as she moved between your legs. Your legs were thrown over her shoulder as she took a long lick from the bottom of your cunt right up to your clit. Your hands carefully grabbed Natashas hair not wanting to hurt her. Natasha kitten licking between your folds, the taste making her hum deeply. The vibrations making you release soft moans. You tried to buckle your hips making the release seem closer. Natasha responded in slamming her forearm down on your hips grounding your hips. You whimpered and Natasha just laughed “Have you ever tried to you know use your little fingers Зайка” she mumbled against your puffy cunt. Forming words seemed incredibly difficult even through Natasha hadn’t really done anything “N-Never” you managed to get out. Natasha gave you a fake look of pity between your legs “Let’s pop that cherry shall we?” It was again a rhetorical question, how could you ever say no to Natasha. “Will it hurt” I whimpered looking at Natasha through hooded eyes. “Зайка, I’m not gonna lie it will hurt a bit but you will feel so good” She rubbed my thighs trying comfort me into believing her and I did.

“Do it… but be gentle… please” the last part came out mote desperate than you had intended to. “I’ll try Зайка” she whispered against the soft flesh of My stomach kissing her way down again. She carefully inserted one of her long fingers making me groan in pain as she ripped my hymen even drawing a few drops of blood on the white sheets. Natasha groaned as she saw and felt it. She knew it was wrong being obsessed with taking her friends daughters virginity but she couldn’t help herself. “Fuck baby you’re so tight” he breathed out as she can feel your walls clenching around her finger as she pushed it in and out. The pain of her fingers soon turned into pure pleasure as you moaned like a whore in a brothel. She added a second finger on which you clench down even harder sucking her in. “Fuck you’re even tighter then you thought you little slut.” Her movements got faster and rougher having me moan louder as you climax all over Natashas fingers and hand. You eyes are glued shut as you try to calm yourself.

You can feel Natashas strong hands on your hips turning you onto your stomach. Your face is pressed into the pillows as she pushes your hips up your knees touching the soft fabric of the sheets. You can hear the sipper of her pants followed by the sounds of her undressing. Natasha was painfully hard, her large member standing proud as she places herself behind you. Her tip pressed against your clit as you whimpered for her. “Are you ready for the real deal Зайка” She didn’t give you much time to respond as she pushed inside your hole making you scream out only for it to be muffled by the pillow case. She bottomed you out giving you some time to adjust to her girth. She whispered sweet nothings against you back until you gave her the go to go further.

Her pace started out slow not wanting to make you uncomfortable as the wet sound of skin clapping against each other filled the room mixed with both your groans and moans. Natasha pace was steady as the moans you released got louder and louder. Natashas hands gripped the flesh of you ass kneeling it before she got an idea. She spread your cheeks giving her the perfect look at your muscle ring. She spit on it only making you consciously of her actions. “Natty what are yo-” you got interrupted by your own scream as Natashas finger pushed past the ring the spit and your cum making a perfect lube. You clammed down hard in Natashas shaft as you were unexpectedly an anal whore. Your moans turned into screams the mixture of both penetrations making you climax in recored time. “Fuck you dirty slut you can deem yourself lucky I haven’t made you my breeding bitch yet” she mumbled pulling out of both holes before roughly throwing you to your back again. After a few more pumps with her large hands she came all of your stomach before laying down next to you.

She didn’t need long to recover from her high as she pushed some sweaty strands of hair behind your ear smiling like she didn’t just turn you into her whore. “Are you still lonely” you shook your head being too tired to even speak. She finally kissed your lips before picking you up bridal style and caring you into your shared bathroom. “Let’s get you cleaned up in a nice and warm bath shall we baby” she was just the woman for you.

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agendabymooner · 4 months

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SOMETHING REWARDING !!! LEWIS H. X FEM!READER (18+)

summary: good things come to those who wait.

content warning: smut under the cut (minors dni!), use of explicit language, praise kink, soft dom-ish!lewis, somnophilia if you blink, mentions of oral sex (m and f receiving) and masturbation (f), p in v, sorry for the grammar

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lewis hamilton was not a selfish man, and his partner knew that very well.

this morning, a morning that was meant to be filled with peace and tranquillity, was interrupted by an urgent matter at the mercedes amg factory.

she cursed whoever it was that caused such a crisis as she devoured lewis’ thick cock at six in the morning. not only that, but lewis had worked her up as she stirred awake to the feeling of his hips grinding behind her.

but she knew that lewis was not a selfish man who would leave it at that. the first thing that he did when he ended the call was toss his phone aside and laid her down, his mouth sucked on her clit and made her cum— or so he tried until another call came through.

she was so close to calling toto wolff herself to tell him to fuck off and let her husband off the hook for a day. it had been weeks since the last time they had sex.

but lewis proved himself to be a selfless and considerate man, offering her an apologetic look as he pressed a kiss on her cheek and covered her naked body with the comforter.

“sorry, baby,” he murmured, pressing another kiss on her lips as he’d gotten dressed. “i'll be back soon. be patient for me, yeah?”

“and what if i don’t want to?” she raised a brow, giving him a pout as she grew sexually frustrated. “what if i just murder bono m’self, hm?”

“oh i know you’ll be patient, darling,” the gap between his teeth showed as he smiled, “you know what happens when good girls are patient, right? i’ll see you later sweetheart.”

she nearly threw the pillow at the door as he walked out of the bedroom with a laugh. but she was a patient woman as much as he was a selfless man. so who was she to break that promise?

lewis wasn’t selfish. by that, he meant that he’d please her in any way he could— whether she was fast asleep or not. but he would rather reward her and make her aware of it.

he was ready to apologize to her for heading home late only to find the house dark and quiet.

it was already 10 in the evening, though, and he knew where she was as he headed upstairs to their bedroom.

her soft breathing was melodic, indeed, as he stepped inside the room and headed straight to the washroom to change into pajamas. he was moving rather soundly, yet she remained fast asleep.

and when lewis headed for his side of the bed, he laid next to her — only to find her wearing nothing but some pathetic excuse of a shirt and a… rather damp knickers. she was wet.

she was wet and she didn’t even touch herself throughout the day.

lewis smirked proudly, his tattooed hand snaking down her panties as she moved in her sleep.

the mercedes driver wasn’t selfish, and so he proved this as his fingers teased her cunt. his cock was hardening at the thought of his eager and desperate wife who was nothing but compliant to be patient for him.

he knew that she tried so hard to not touch herself throughout the day, and he kept her waiting. so who was he to deny her of what she wanted now?

she shifted lightly, her hips moving back to subconsciously grind on him as she let out a low whimper.

lewis murmured, “baby, wake up.”

“ngh- lewis,” she muttered, stirring awake as she moaned quietly at the feeling of his fingers adding pressure to her clit.

“hi, sweetheart,” lewis switched on the lamp and smiled at her sweetly, tilting her head and kissing her hard. his fingers continued to move in circular motion against her sensitive clit as she whimpered in his mouth.

“ohhhh- fuck,” she cried out, “been very good f’you, lew.”

“yeah?” lewis asked huskily, his hand pulling away from her now glistening pussy as he tugged down on her tank top.

the cold air hit her chest as lewis’ mouth latched itself into her hardening nipple, earning a silent sigh from her as he massaged the tender skin with his tongue. he pulled away as he said, “you listened then? you didn’t touch yourself?”

“i wanted to,” she whispered, “but i can’t. i missed you so much from your races but i can’t.”

“hmm,” lewis hummed, his hand gliding down and guiding her legs to spread open while he kicked his boxers off. he stroked his cock for a little bit, precum leaking out of his cock as he guided himself and prodded his tip to her entrance.

she tried to do it herself with all her power (still half-asleep after being awoken by him), but lewis immediately pulled her hand away from his length as he shushed her sweetly, “sh, it’s okay sweetheart. i’ll do it f’you.”

“you’ve been so good for me,” lewis murmured behind her as they both laid on their sides, inserting the tip inside her cunt as she moaned aloud at the feeling of his thickness. he could see her eyes rolling. he wasn’t even halfway through and she was already feeling extremely turned on and stimulated.

“look at you, you’re doing such a good job f’me. not touching yourself at all throughout the entire time i was gone?” lewis asked with a smirk, hearing her whine and plead.

“‘m so proud of you, baby,” he praised her, pushing himself inside of her.

she cried out at the fullness within her, holding onto his forearm as lewis filled her cunt with his girth and length. “fuck!” she exclaimed, now awakened as much as her sexual frustration was earlier today.

lewis stilled inside her as he bottomed out, sighing in pleasure.

“oh fuck, baby,” he growled lowly, “i could fuckin’ cum just by staying like this inside you.”

“but i can’t do that to you now, can i?” soon, lewis began thrusting hard and slowly inside of her. his hand continued to lift her leg up as he fucked her from behind. “can’t leave my girl without cumming more than me.”

“mmm, fuck lewis,” she cursed out as she babbled incoherently.

“how many times do you think you should cum tonight, doll?” he asked as he nipped at her ear, his thrusting and the constant friction of his cock against her sensitive spot earning a moan from her. “don’t be shy, baby. tell me how many-“

“fuck, god, i don’t know,” she cried, her brain melting at the feeling of him inside her. she was out of words already.

“i don’t think those two words should even be in the same sentence,” lewis laughed.

“but it’s okay, baby,” he crooned quietly as he continued to fuck her relentlessly. “i’m gonna fuck you ‘til i know you’ve been rewarded enough. you’ve been such a good, good girl for me, hm?”

“gonna make sure you’re taken care of. like i know you should be. i can’t have my pretty girl be neglected for so long now.”

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weird-is-life · 1 year

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Sorry, i'm late

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Summary: You are late to your first date with Spencer and he misunderstands it as you standing him up

Warnings: language, angst, fluff, mentions of food, use of y/n and pet names

Words: 1k Masterlist

A/N: English is not my first language, so please excuse any grammar/spelling mistakes

It was your first date with Spencer, the cute, a little shy neighbour. You didn't know him long, only since you'd bumped into him one late night.

You were dragging a huge pot for your new plant to your also new apartment and Spencer just came from a case. Somehow, you started a small talk and it went from there.

One day, he gathered enough courage to ask you out and when you didn't immediately respond, he was ready to apologise and run away. But you said yes with a big grin, you liked Spencer a lot, so of course you said yes.

But the date didn't start the way, you thought it would have, like at all. You were late and you felt like crying because of it.

Your car decided not to work just when you went to leave. Then you went to call a taxi, but your phone was fucking dead.

You couldn't drive there, you couldn't call a taxi and most importantly you couldn't even call Spencer to let him know, that you were running late.

You literally ran to the closest bus stop and got on the first bus, which's stop was the nearest to the restaurant, you were supposed to meet at.

You looked worriedly at your watch, you didn't know if you were thankful or not for at least it working, 'cause it showed, that you were 20 minutes late.

Your leg was bouncing as you impatiently waited for the bus to stop. As soon as the door opened, you bolted out of there and sprinted to the restaurant. By the time you got there, your lungs were burning and your side hurt.

You wasted no time to go inside and look for him, but you couldn't find him.

"Umm miss, can i help you with something?" a waiter asked you.

"Yes, my friend made a reservation here? Reid, Spencer Reid?" you questioned, hoping he'd still be there.

"I'll look..." he looked at some paper and you nervously bit your lip,"Ah yes, table six. But i think your friend has already left."

Your face fell, god you felt so stupid for accidently standing him up, " y-you wouldn't happen to know when he left, would you?"

"I think it was around 5 minutes ago."

"Thank you so much..." you stumbled with a frown out of there, mad at yourself. Spencer probably thought you just said yes to make fun of him.

And indeed, he really thought that. Spencer anxious waited for you. The first ten minutes, he still thought you were coming, it was normal for people to be late. But when 10 minutes turned into 25, he gave up.

He really thought, you would come and worse he thought, you actually liked him. A big mistake as it appeared.

He payed for the water, he ordered and went home. The embarrasment was nowhere near as big as the dissapointment, he felt. Swallowing hard, he drove home and slumped on his couch, running his hands through his hair in frustration.

You on the other hand were running (speed walking, 'cause your stamina was gone) through the city again. You couldn't let Spencer think you stood him up, there was no way you'd let that happen.

And to your 'luck' it even started raining. You felt like the biggest fucking joke. You got to your apartment complex in record time. You were soaked to the bone and gasping for air, but still very determined to explain everything to Spencer.

You quickly knocked on his door. You stood there, a water puddle formed under you, while you waited for him to open. He didn't.

You could hear the sounds coming from the inside and you saw his car parked outside, so you knew, he was home.

You tried again, this time calling his name out, too.

You heard a shuffle of stuff and then the door swung open, " Yes?" He asked, avoiding looking at you.

"I'm so-"

"We don't need to do this. I get it, you didn't want to go out, it's okay" he went to close the door, but you put your hand on the door.

"Please y/n, j-just leave" he pleaded quietly. It wasn't the first time, someone played a cruel prank on him.

"B-but i did want to go out with you, i really did," you sighed and he looked at you for the first time, surprised to see you all wet and he clearly didn't believe you.

"I mean it. I was ready to leave, but my car wouldn't start. So I wanted to call you, let you know i was going to be late and then call taxi, but my phone was dead, well still is," you pulled it out of your pocket, finding it also drowned now, " So then i got on the first bus and ran to the restaurant. You weren't there a-and i asked the waiter, he said you left around 5 minutes ago. So I quickly ran here, hoping to explain, "

You didn't even notice, that Spencer started smiling halfway through your explanation as you rambled, looking everywhere but Spencer.

"I was really looking forward to the date, Spencer. I would never stand you up like that "you paced anxiously from one foot to the other, eyes fixed on the floor.

"You ran to the restaurant?" Spencer asked, astonished and amused.

"Well yeah," you sheepishly admited, "as i said, i was excited about the dinner."

Spencer couldn't stop smiling, he was so relieved to find out, it was just a misuderstanding, " W-would you like to come inside for a pizza?"

"What?" you looked at up in confusion at Spencer and found him softly smiling at you.

"I'm not mad at you, i believe you" he said.

"Really?"

"Yes, so would you like to come over for pizza?"

"Definitely," you said, maybe too quickly, but you didn't really care,"just give me a second. I have to change out of these" you gestured at your soaked clothes.

"Great, i'll leave the door open, yeah? So you can just walk inside" he beamed at you. Spencer was glad, that you said yes to this back up plan.

"Okay, i'll be right back" you sprinted to the elevator with a big smile, making Spencer chuckle at you.

Maybe the date didn't start the way you imagined it would, but the rest of it was better than your expectations.

...

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bloodytittiez · 1 month

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey guys [*gets shot*] I know I've never posted any of my writings before, even though I write fanfiction, but this has been collecting dust in my google docs page for nearly two years and it was too good to not share it with you my little kinky freaks/lh/aff (at least I think so)! I hope you enjoy this little smut fic - English isn't my first language so excuse some possible spelling and grammar errors, please... also, KEEP IN MIND THIS WAS A DRAFT! There's a lot of time skips and I doubt I'll ever finish it.

CONTENT WARNING: AFAB reader, vaginal sex, oral sex, teasing, heavy dirty talking, sex without condom, consensual non-consensual, phone sex, masturbation, public sex, porn with plot.

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Red and blue lights flickering outside, tree branches tapping against the snowy windows of the sorority house. The soft, slow tunes and delicious scents of cinnamon and ginger cookies flowing in the air...

Christmas, such a family centered holiday where there's only place for laughs and sweet surprises, was completely ruined yet another year by him.

It was the fourth time in the night the moaner called. You could see your roommates gag at the blasphemies and curses the stranger yelled at the phone to each one of them– while you seemed to enjoy them in secret.

《Nasty… F-Filthy piggy. Bi-Billy has a big juicy fat cock he k-knows you’d love to suck on… I-It’s dripping wet and it f-fits in your mouth.》

You crossed your legs as ‘‘Billy’’ —you had no idea if that even was his actual name— spat nonsensical words for the sake of feeling some friction against your womanhood. His descriptions were so detailed that you could picture them perfectly in your head.

《Billy w-will kill each one of you… Tonight.》He breathed out in a way that felt almost a threat, his sentence getting distorted when it reached the other side of the line. Everyone could tell he was all tensed up for the way he gripped the phone.

《I can’t stand you anymore, you fucking pig!》

《Pig… P-piggy! Naughty piggy…》 The moaner repeated, mocking a very stressed out Jess Bradford.

《Jess.》 You interrupted the leader of your group with a serene expression, finally standing up from your seat when you felt her anxiety grow. 《Let me take care of the situation.》 You suggested while you took the device out of her hands before she would say anything, and covering the speaker you added something;

《Why don’t you guys go to bed? It’s way too late already.》

《But we can’t leave you alone with that creep!》 Jess exclaimed.

《Don’t worry about it. Someone has to confront him already and that’s going to be me.》 You answered, already building up enough courage to complete the task. 《Please.》 You looked up at the concerned eyes of every girl occupying the room while you could hear Billy talking to himself on the other side of the line. 《You girls need some rest. It’s been a long day.》

Jess and the rest stood there in silence, trusting your words. She gave you a small nod and parted her lips to articulate a silent ‘‘thank you’’ before leaving the room with relief. You knew she didn’t have enough energy to argue, and so did the rest.

You smiled when you returned to the call, grabbing the phone with distinguished elegance in your movements. A soft smile formed in your face and felt a sudden flock of butterflies inside of your stomach. It definitely wasn’t a good idea to play along with who you knew was a creep, but a part of you loved the thrill and danger in doing that. You could hear your sweet mother’s voice in your head begging to stop what you were doing as you answered Billy. To hell with her warnings of not picking up the phone to strangers!

Tonight was going to be different. May this be your very own Christmas gift…

《Hello, Billy.》 You tried not to come off as rude at first.

《Yes, yes… Hello there, my darling… It's so nice to hear your voice. You sound like an angelic creature.》

《Do you know who I am?》 You asked.

《 Yes... Yes, I know you. The quietest slut of the bunch. Billy loves to see your pretty ass swaying around when you walk. Yes… You filthy, nasty whore love to tease Billy’s cock. I know that well. Billy saw this naughty piggy touch herself… S-saw you cry out for Billy in the intimacy of your room.》

You couldn’t help but fluster at his obscene rambling and switched the phone to your other hand. You were the kind of person that would move around constantly when you felt nervous about something. In this case, a stranger that saw you masturbate plenty of times before. Poor you… How many times exactly did Billy hear you pronounce his name under muffled moans? You could feel your heart rate at the top of your throat, flooded in embarrassment as he playfully mocked you.

But; back to his confession though, you definitely couldn’t deny something that was completely true and after spending some seconds in silence you finally spoke up, a cigarette being held in between two of your shaky fingers so you could calm yourself down.

《Would you like me to do it now? Touch myself for you?》

《Yes. Yes. YES!》 He demanded in an almost feral manner.

You nodded in response to his pleas as the flame of your lighter lit the cigarette and kept paying attention to his delicious blasphemies. You were enjoying the moment more than you would like to admit. 《Touch yourself f-for B-Billy...》 He insisted, despair breaking in his voice. 《I want to hear your sweet moans like when you finger yourself alone.》

You held the phone between your ear and your shoulder, letting one of your hands completely free and trailing down to your skirt as the mysterious man dictated. 《Roll your skirt up… Billy wants to see your juicy ass aswell.》

Your pussy soon got filled with two of your fingers, exploring every inch of your insides.

You were so warm…

So wet…

It was hard to believe how turned on you could get by the phone calls of a creep. Being manipulated in such ways by a man that you'd never seen before.

《I'm doing it, Billy…》 You sighed, moaning his name under your soft breath. 《I'm touching myself.》

The mysterious man groaned and panted on the other side of the line, incapable of forming coherent words. 《Move the phone down to your pretty slick… Billy wants to hear the sound of your wet cunt.》

His voice sent chills down your spine while you placed the speaker close to your pussy, fingering it with oh, such passion in every one of your circular motions. Obviously, you made sure that the sound of the friction of your digits was audible enough for Billy.

《Fuck…》 He groaned once more. 《I want to taste your pretty pink cunt… Oh Y...Yes… I will. I bet it tastes as sweet as you do. B-Billy wants to lick your tits and your round juicy ass.》 The man chuckled with a childish tone as you could hear him stroking his length while getting indulged in his fantasies. 《Suck on your nipples too… Squeeze those tits ‘till they turn red like two christmas ornaments…》

His words made you shove your fingers even deeper in you. You were getting too carried away right when you heard the mysterious man hang up the phone.

You grabbed it close to your ear, wondering what happened.

《Hello? Billy? Are you still there?》

Only the empty beeping of the phone answered you, leaving you completely disappointed and wet.

You took a deep puff of your cigarette and hung up the phone in return when you got tired of listening to the dull melody of the lost connection, then mumbled something and decided to go to your room for some rest too. Maybe Jess and Barb were right after all, there was no point on wasting your time on that fucking moaner guy you all couldn’t stand.

You turned off the lights outside, blew the candles in the living room and grabbed a little candy cane from the coffee table. You thought the night was over and your only comfort now was a little sugary treat.

But, when you suddenly walked into a dark corner of the stairs, a pair of big hands pinned you on the wall. An audible yelp escaped your lips as you heard a man's voice speaking in an attempt to reassure you. It was the same one you'd always hear on the phone.

《Shh… S...Shhh… It's okay… It's me, Billy.》

The man caressed your cheeks in a sloppy manner and covered your mouth. 《Pretty piggy… Where do you think you are going? Billy isn't finished with you yet… There are so many nasty things Billy wants to do to you…》

You tried to pick small bits of his face in the darkness when he slowly released you from his grasp. It felt rather strange to see him in person.

A tall figure partially hidden in the shadows, green eyes that would stare directly into your soul and long, curly hair caressing the sides of his forehead. Billy's description didn't fit his personality at all. He had the looks of a gentleman but the mouth of the devil. Although; you had to be honest about something. You still wanted to fuck Billy despite of his looks. They didn't matter much to you when his low and menacing tone is what drove you absolutely crazy for him at first.

His hot breath hitting against your neck soon turned you on again.

《Billy… I thought you weren't interested in me anymore. Why did you hang up on me?》You pouted, wanting to tease him as an act of revenge.

The way you said those words, with such a sweet yet innocent tone made the man react in ways you exactly wanted him to.

《N...No. Billy came a-all the way here to see you. Billy craves your body.》

You dragged his fingers across the line of your lips as an excuse to turn him on as well. You liked the way he sounded, so nervous. He could break down at any moment and you liked that.

The warmth of his digits along the surface of your puffy lips, bringing goosebumps across your whole body. You parted your lips and spoke again.

《How much do you crave my body?》 You attempted to lick his index finger to which got you a slight moan in response.

《S-So much...》

《Show me then, Billy. I’ve been wanting to do this for the longest time…》

You finally confessed while you rolled your tongue out of your mouth and placed his finger on top. You sucked on it gently from the base to the tip.

———

Billy yanked your hair with such strength, dragging your puffy velvet lips to his dripping cock. His tip forced them open and soon his shaft filled your mouth hole.

Strands of hair tangled up around his fingers, both of you now locked together for god knows how long. You made the man shiver with anticipation as his tip brushed the back of your throat, leaving it hot and irritated.

You couldn't help but gag and drool repeatedly for he didn't give you a single break. But you didn't mind. You finally had what you craved.

‘‘Billy's juicy fat cock…’’

His words showed up in your brain, accompanied by a clear image of the cock that was stuffing your mouth in that very moment. Your horny mind couldn't help but recap every single quote that made you fall madly in love with him. Blame it on your degrading kink as a result of many failed relationships.

Billy bent you over with the same strength as before, ripping a yelp out of your throat while you grabbed the handrails so you wouldn't fall down the stairs and cause a scene.

Your ass now completely exposed was facing him, rubbing against his wet cock.

The man leaned over you and hands crawled around your stomach to hold you firmly as he would start rocking his hips at a slow pace. His left hand roamed free around your belly and later your clit, while his right one stayed busy pinching and twisting your nipples ever so slightly.

Billy could make you scream at any given time.

He could definitely break you. Turn you into his pretty little fucktoy, but having sex in a set of stairs definitely required some precaution.

《Billy. We should move somewhere else…》You gasped as soon as you could catch some air and already felt your whole body sore from standing up there. 《What if someone wakes up and sees us here?》

《If someone sees us…》 He repeated. 《I…It won't matter. I want them to see YOU moaning f-for Billy. Want them t…to see just how good you can take a cock.》

He purred into your ear as he covered your mouth to force your jaw open widely for him. Holding your breasts better around his hands he rubbed them together and squeezed them. You felt his wet cock pressing against your folds, desperately trying to make its way inside of you. God it felt so good to finally experience how all of his sinful threats came true one by one. Little whines came out of your mouth when you tried to accommodate to his size but he didn't let you. He was more than aware of his power and chuckled playfully.

《Billy's cock feels so good inside of your wet cunt. You are taking it so well. So tremendously well. Don't stop squealing, my little dirty piggy.》

You obeyed and let out a bunch of more moans caused by the pain of quick and deep thrusts. It was embarrassing to echo your satisfaction to an empty living room... And definitely hoped the girls closed their doors upstairs.

———

Billy noticed the red and white swirled candy that you were holding in your hands and took it from you while he turned your body around so that you could face him now.

Still holding your waist, he licked the candy cane until it would remain a little damped. You were staring at his eyes in a mix of excitement and curiosity the whole time and snickered.

He spreaded your folds and shoved the candy inside.

《Billy's gonna make this wet cunt even tastier.》

———

The chorus of early birds singing outside and gentle sunrays kissing your face woke you up the next morning. You stretched your arms, your legs and then… A pinch on your sore waist fully woke you up. You remembered what happened last night soon after that and smiled.

You sat up in bed and noticed a candy cane wrapped its plastic with a small green bow and a note. You had no idea when and how it got there, perhaps Claude; the sorority cat stole it from the silver platter downstairs and left it in your bed as a mere coincidence. You elongated your arm to pick it up and brushed strands of hair behind your ears to read it better.

It said ''Merry Christmas. With love, Billy'' in a surprisingly tidy calligraphy.

His name made your heart flutter and cheeks aroused when you remembered more details about last night.

You unwrapped the candy cane and tasted it, its sweet flavor melting in your tongue.

Maybe Christmas wasn't completely ruined this year.

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silencesscreams · 10 months

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be my mistake

steve harrington x f!reader (smut)

“steve, how could i avoid you? it’s impossible, you’re everywhere i look!“

a/n: also i slipped in a little amy march reference in the discussion part, its my steve fic, sorry in advance if you dont like it and its shitty!! english isn’t my first language so sorry about any grammar mistakes

warnings: angsty-ish, best friends w the scoops troop (i love them so muchhh), afab reader, crying, swearing, kissing, praise, oral (f receiving), begging, a bit of degradation, penetration, unprotected (do not do this pls.),

MINORS DNI

you could say that working at the local family video had its perks.

specially when your two closest friends worked with you but, of course, none of them knew about your recently resurfaced crush on one of them.

steve was not the same guy he was when you met him, sure, he flirted with a lot of girls, and with you, but he was nicer. he was sweet to customers, he even occasionally 'babysit' (that was how robin called hanging out with the kids he was friends with).

recently, steve had become more touchy towards you, he was constantly giving you hugs, he even held your hand at the movies once! sure, you and steve had become best friends, but did he know the effect he had over you? he must know. you blushed whenever he barely touched you, and you felt like your feelings were pretty obvious, you never knew how to hide them properly. he must know, right?

something else, which robin had noticed and commented on with you, was that steve hadn't flirted with any girls in a while now. sure it was weird, because thats basically the thing he did the most, but you didnt really bother, it actually made you a bit less insecure.

you, steve and robin started to watch movies every late monday, since you had less customers on those days, so you'd usually 'work late' and get some takeout and watch some shitty movie you'd probably talk through and make very bad jokes about later.

“ladies! im going on a second date tonight!” he said, barging in with a smile on his face. you could feel your heart fall to the ground, you didn’t even know he had a first date with someone recently.

“what? with who?” robin asked confused.

“her names camila, she goes to state college, i think”

“hm, and did you tell her you have no dreams for the future and work at a family video?” robin teased him.

“oh please, i have a lot of dreams!” he complained, putting on his vest.

“sure you do, stevie” you commented, rolling your eyes playfully. why were you feeling so stupid?

you could feel your stomach fall to the ground, god, that hurt.

it was not like you ever even kissed him. so that meant he was just flirting with you for the fun, then, god, that hurt even more.

and plus, it was steve harrington.

you wouldn’t want to ruin your friendship ever, specially not because of some crush you had, if you could even call it that.

it lasted so long it was probably a free fall at this point.

and so steve went on the date.

and with that, steve had a new girlfriend.

and you hated every single cell in her body.

camila was mean, evil, sick, twisted, a bitch, disgusting and she had this god awful breath. her perfume left you with headaches. and did i say she was mean? because she really was.

but you couldn’t help to not be at least a bit angry at him, and so you found yourself avoiding him at all costs. mostly because he was always with camila and you found her insufferable, but it was also because, yes, you were hurt.

then steve and camila broke up.

so you found out, you had no excuse not to hang out with him anymore. you had no excuse to skip movie sessions, outings, or anything else.

and so whenever a hang out would come up, you suddenly had a sore throat, a headache, a fever. and you don’t know why, but robin wasn’t judging you for it.

you told her about your crush and told her that was the reason you weren’t hanging out with them outside of work, and she understood. she didn’t even question it, and that made you feel worse about it.

“okay, whenever you’re ready to hang out again, feel free to come over, alright?” that was all she said. and it hurt deeply, because you missed your best friends.

but being around steve was unbearable.

and you still, gave it a shot.

monday came around, and robin invited you to hang out at steve’s and watch friday the 13th. for the first time in 2 months, you said yes.

punctually, you were at steve’s, it was 7pm and that was half an hour later to what robin scheduled with you, but her car wasn’t on the driveway. that definitely made you nervous. one thing was hanging out with steve AND robin, the other was hanging out with steve.

took a while for steve to answer the door, once he did, he was standing there in all his glory, wearing grey sweatpants and shirtless. you could feel all your dignity (which was very little) leave your body. you were feeling your body get hotter by the second and the butterflies in your stomach were going crazy.

“hey, come in” he smiled awkwardly, looking around his house nervously.

“sorry i didn’t answer the door earlier, my family’s out of town and i forgot and assumed someone else would answer it.” you smiled at him.

“no problem” you said, trying so hard not to look at him.

“hm, i’m gonna put something on, sorry about that. feel free to sit on the couch, eat, whatever you want to do is fine”

“okay” you smiled, heading over to his living room. there was popcorn on the coffee table, the vhs tape on the table and there was a half filled dr pepper bottle on the floor. you thought it was sweet steve put this together, why aren’t you that mad at him anymore?

when he came back, he was wearing a old t shirt, stained with something that looked like ketchup. he was smelling good. had he put on perfume? god, you missed his smell.

“you wanna start now?” he asked, putting the tape in the vcr.

“maybe we should wait for robin, right?” you asked, fiddling with the hem of your skirt.

“she’s not coming. didn’t she tell you? she got caught up with something at work.”

“oh, right.” she didn’t tell you, and you were sure that was written all over your face.

“y/n?” he called.

“yeah?” you looked at him, your ears flushed.

“have you been avoiding me?” oh shit.

“what do you mean?” you decided to lie shamelessly was just the way to go.

“you know what i mean. you never go out with us anymore, and now i’ve just mentioned robin isnt coming, i realize its because of me.” oh shit.

“what?” you laugh anxiously. “no, i just wanna see the movie, its not like that.”

“stop it. you havent been able to look at me for weeks now and i dont get it. goddamn it! im your best friend!” he sighed, rubbing his eyes the way he did when he was nervous.

“steve, how could i possibly avoid you? you’re everywhere i look!” you blurt out, he was looking at you now. “you’re at my job, you’re near my house, you give me a ride home, you’re in my fucking friend group!”

“i just wanna know what i did, because i never meant to hurt you-“

“steve, stop it, you’re being mean.” you were looking at his hairline, not actually being able to see his eyes in that moment, you were about to do it. “you know how i feel about you and you always have.”

that was probably it, that was the death of the friendship.

“what?” he lowered his head, trying to get something out.

“you dont get to do this to me, okay? you don’t. not when you desperately flirted with me for months just to get a girlfriend. not when you tricked me into thinking that maybe, just maybe, you felt the same. not when i’ve been in love with you since middle school.” you felt like you just had a knife shoved into your stomach because of the way he looked at you. brows furrowed, eyes empathetic, but not looking at you directly.

“im going home.” you managed to get that out, with eyes watery and cheeks flushed. you got up, trying so hard not to look back at him, counting your steps to the door.

one,

two,

three,

four,

five,

six,

seven.

you felt a hand gripping your shoulder.

“stay.” he whispered.

“what?” you turned around, looking up at his hazel colored eyes.

“stay.” his hands were on your waist.

“okay.” you answer, looking directly into his dark pupils and that was probably it for you. someday this man might just kill you, your heart was beating faster than ever and you could feel your stomach knotting and knotting and knotting, it was so silly. you felt so incredibly silly.

until he pulled you in. until he was just a few centimeters away from your lips.

it all happened way too fast.

his lips were touching yours, his hands all over you. you ran your hands through his hair, your mouth parted as his tongue slides into your mouth, licking over yours. his hands on your waist.

your hand goes under his shirt and he felt so warm, until he pulls away. you look up at him, doe eyed and he smiles at you.

he doesn’t even have to say anything, and neither do you.

he takes you up to his room, his hand pressed against your lower back, leading you upstairs with the biggest smile on his face.

he opens the door for you, as you head in you notice he’s just looking at you, blushing and shifting from foot to foot. he gives you a look you had never seen before and it makes your heart pound faster than ever. you can’t bear to hide a smirk.

he stood still in the doorway, but he quickly steps forward once you go up to him and peck his lips, giving him a perfect view of your bra.

holy fucking shit.

then, like it didn’t drive you insane, you pull away, grinning at how he went forward with you.

you were sat at the edge of the, bed legs crossed and eyes observant as he locked his door.

with a speed that drives you crazy, steve lifts you and pulls you into his lap, so you’re straddling him. he does that so quickly, it makes you yelp once you land comfortably, instinctively grinding your hips down, making him groan, the low tone of his voice making heat shoot between your thighs.

“such a tease.” he was toying with the hem of your skirt. “this is hot.” he whispered, voice thick as he lays his left hand on your overexposed thigh.

you go over to kiss him again but stop in the middle of the way, liking the way he looked at you. you lift his hand, from the fabric of your skirt up to your mouth, kissing his knuckles. the action feels so intimate and sweet it makes him smile a bit (he also gets a bit hard but that’s not the point).

you look down at him from where your sat, eyelashes batting as you stop kissing his knuckles when he pulls his hand from you, slipping his fingers between yours and gripping your thigh with the spare hand. you kiss down his neck and he can’t stop thinking of how pretty you looked, really.

that shirt, that bralette he knew was under it.

its not fair you looked like that. he just couldn’t help himself at the sight of you.

his hands coast up your bare sides under the shirt, that made you shudder and rock a little in his lap, the relief of the friction ended suddenly as he grabd your hips and pins you down firmly onto him, so you can’t move.

it was useless to try to roll your hips, specially with his hold pinning you down.

he hums, hand sliding further up your top and squeezing just below your tit.

you can’t help but moan a little as he palms your skin, his voice low and thick as honey,

“you look like…” your head tips back at the feeling of his hands on you and he takes that as an opportunity to trail soft kisses along your neck “like you’re mine.” you mewl weakly as his hand cups your breast, his touch clouding up your brain.

“you’re mine, right?” you nod eagerly, pushing up against the hand tucked under your shirt. he clicks his tongue and rolls your sensitive bud between his fingers, “not an answer, hun.”

he had barely touched you and you’re already shaking, breathing heavily and face flushed.

he started kissing your neck, nipping at it.

“answer or you’re not cumming tonight.” the timbre of his voice was incredibly low once he said that, it made your eyes round and your hips buck into air.

“steve, yes, i’m yours. i’ll be so good, please.” you whined.

he squeezes your breast in approval, humming at the way your eyes shut when he touches you.

“good girl.” he lifts you up, manhandling you as you’re being laid down on the bed, his hand leaving you and making you whine. you can feel him moving downwards, trailing kisses down your neck, stomach, before arriving between your legs.

he chuckles ad you whines, trailing soft kisses down your body.

“don’t be greedy.” he looked up at you from where he’s kissing, the waistband of your skirt, eyes wide as he takes in your already fucked out and needy expression.

“my greedy girl” you nod at that, head tilted up as your back arches up a bit, his mouth still pressing messy kisses to the inside of your thighs, “practically begging for me, huh?”

he’s mocking you, nipping at your inner thighs, marking up anywhere except where you need him. his hands are gripping and rubbing soft circles into your thighs, feeling you go lax and needy under him.

“steveee” you say, blushing at how desperate you sound, “please.”

you feel him smile against your inner thigh, looking up at you, “what it is it, princess? can’t even speak and i’ve barely done anything to you, huh, so needy.” his head drops down as he sucks another hickey into you hip, “use you words.” you grind upwards and he pins your hips down, tutting. he looks at you expecting something and you know he wont give you shit until you beg for it.

“steve, please,” your voice tapers into broken whines as your hips move on their own accord, missing his mouth. “need you in me, please, i’ll be so good for you. need you so bad, please.”

“that’s all you had to say, baby.” with that, his fingers push the fabric of your skirt up, showing your lace panties. he groans at the sight.

“shit, you’re so pretty.” he presses a kiss to your clothed core, making you moan, “gonna fuck you with these on, okay?” you nod lazily, the feeling of steve mouthing over your panties makes speaking very difficult. he grins,

“so fucked out.” he flattens his tongue over you, pushing your panties aside as he swipes his tongue over to your wet heat, lapping from your slit to your swollen clit, “haven’t even fucked you yet and you’re practically soaking.”

your hand has gone to his hair, your grip tightens. he knows that your pouting at that, even if he’s not looking.

steve pushes your legs farther apart, pushing your thigh up slightly as he lapped messily at your pussy.

your hands are tugging on his hair, stirring him on as he flicks over your clit in quick strokes that leave your legs shaking around his head. he looks up at you, your head thrown back slightly, shirt hitched up showing your bralette. he reaches up with one hand, helping you take of the shirt.

once its off, he sees your lacy bralette fully, straps falling down as your back arches. it’s probably the hottest thing he’s ever seen.

he lifts your hips slightly, pressing two digits to your slick entrance, watching how you try and push against them, hips pinned down as you buck down mindlessly,

“steve!” you mewl, voice wrecked. he hums, flicking over your clit with his togue. “aw, doll, is that all you can say?” he gently fucks his fingers into your tight heat, feeling the way you clench around him as you let out another mewling main, legs thrown over his shoulders as he crooks his fingers upwards, pushing up against the sweet spot inside of you. your legs tighten on either side of his head, fingers fucking faster into you, “so fucked out, its cute.”

you blush red, eyes shut and lips parted in soft whines of his name. he liked the way you said it.

his fingers curl against your g-spot, fucking into you in tune with the quick movements of his tongue.

“fuck, steve, ju-just like that, please” he’s placing sloppy kisses over your clit, his fingers thrusting into you, picking up their pace as you clench around him, dripping over his hand.

“fuck, so pretty for me, baby” he groans as he kisses your clit, “such a pretty pussy, can’t wait to fuck you, gonna be so good for me, aren’t you?” he watches how you nod weakly between your choked moans of ‘yesyessteve’. you clench around him, his fingers fucking rapidly in and out of your cunt. you were just about to scream once he leaned forward, taking you clit in his mouth, lips latching the sensitive bud and sucking hard, fingers still curling up against your overworked spot as you grind upwards into his mouth and hand, his palm grinding against your entrance.

his fingers fuck into you fast and rough, his free hand reaching up to palm your breast through the fabric of your bra, rolling your bud between his thumb and forefinger, bringing you closer to your climax.

“i’m gonna cum, oh my god, i’m gonna cum don’t stop please-“ you moaned as your words turned into mostly incoherent nonsense. your thighs were clenching around his head, your hands curling in his hair as he lapped at you clit, his fingers hooking against your heat, watching how you fell apart at his touch, hips bucking as you chased your high.

“steve- fuck- you’re so fucking good” you can barely finish a sentence, grinding against his mouth desperately.

he loves you like this, whimpering and so needy, talking through broken little whines. the way you’re begging has him working over you faster.

he groans, feeling the was you clench around him, your slick walls contracting around his digits,

“fuck, you like that, don’t you? being mine? only good for me, huh?” any coherent answers get lost in your pleas of yes, please. he chuckles, fucking his fingers harder into you.

“ohmygodsteve” you’re a moaning mess, legs spread wide and shaking, his tongue circling your clit after his hand dropped, gripping your hip to lift you up slightly, fingers fucking into you slightly deeper. you’re praising him breath;essay, making his fingers move faster, sucking harder on your clit. he looks up at you through his eyelashes, the sight of you making him impossibly hard as he ground his hips into the mattress, taking in the way your head was tipped back, how your mouth was parted in soft moans of his name, how your fingers are gripped at his hair, grinding into his mouth and hand.

“aw, are you gonna cum already?” you nod as best as you can, his fingers are moving roughly in you, pulling you towards your finish. you try to hold off when he murmurs, flicking your clit with his tongue.

“cum for me, let me feel you squeeze my fingers with that thigh pussy.” you cum hard on his tongue, his digits still fucking into you, drawing you out of it. your climax crashes over you in waves, the feeling of being fucked open when you came making you whine.

you’re whimpering as he pulls his fingers out of you. steve reaches up and pins your legs up to your chest, kissing you hard and rough. he nips ate your lips and murmurs,

“still need me, baby?” he’s rubbing your cheeks and you can’t help but push against his touch. your voice is broken and whinny,

“yes, please, need you so bad.” he kisses you again and you can feel his hair brushing over your face,

“good fucking girl.” you practically preen from his praise, as he sits up, taking off his shirt and lowering his sweatpants, he takes a moment to dip his hand below his waistband to palm himself through his boxers,

“fuck, need you so bad,” you whine in response, as he pushes is boxers down, his erection hitting up against his stomach. you moan then, seeing him stroke his cock at the sight of you, he chuckles, running his hand down his shaft at the way you’re whining for him.

“needy little slut, aren’t you?” you feel the blunt head of his cock nudge against your slick entrance as he lines himself up to you.

“your needy little slut” you say, grinding against his tip, your slick coating him. he looks down at you with hooded eyes, his voice low as he presses himself closer to you, stretching your cunt around him.

“of course you are” he’s spreading your legs and kissing you. he rocks his hips forward, not fucking you, but enough to make you moan, “tell me if you want to stop, okay?” with that, he pushes into you.

pushing his thick length into you in one stroke, the sudden stretch making you moan breathlessly. he groans into the crook of your neck, biting down on that soft spot,

“still so tight” he wastes no time starting to ove, shallowly rolling his hips up to you. “fuck, feels so fucking good” he kisses your neck, cooing at you. “pretty girl, look at you, taking it like such a good little slut.” he’s pulling your bra down, the flimsy lace pushed back. he fucks you harder, your tits bouncing with each hard thrust into you. you’re moaning lewdly as he thrusted forward, his cock stretching you open. it feels so good, the feeling of him filling you up. you cried out and gripped at his arms, each hard thrust fucking you into the mattress.

“fuck, steve, harder” he cocks an eyebrow, then pulls out to the tip, you whine at the lost.

“you asked for it, doll” he thrusts forward roughly, filling you up with his cock, you feel him even deeper this time, the press of him against your walls making you whine louder as he thrusted harder. “can you take this?” he fucks into you rapidly, mocking you, pushing you against the headboard. “you said you wanted it harder, didn’t you?”

your cheeks burn at the way he degrades your his relentless thrusts making the heat in your abdomen start to build. you’re moaning soft chants of ‘yes, please and steve’, babbling nonsensically through your moans. his thrusts are hard and deep, pushing against your walls, filling you in perfectly.

the rapid slap of skins fills the room as his hips pick up pace, slamming against yours with each thrust, the base of his cock grinding at your clit, the friction making you moan.

“fuck, taking me so well” he’s kissing your neck and playing with your tits, “you were made for me” he groans.

“oh my god” you moan as his cock pushes into you faster, the brutal snap of his hips making you cry out, you start babbling again, chasing your high. he feels so good inside of you, the roll of his hips bringing you closer to the edge.

he can tell you’re close, from the way your hips have started bucking upwards excitedly, grinding on his cock, the way your hands are gripping the nape of his neck. you yelp as he throws your legs over his shoulders, fucking you deeper as he angles his dick perfectly against your g-spot, ramming against it with every thrust.

“please, need it so bad” you beg, steve hums, his pace unflattering as he pounds into you,

“need what, baby?”

“need to cum” your voice sounds destroyed, “please-! please, need you to make me cum, steve” he grins, grabs your hips and lifts you up, fucking into you faster than before.

“only i can do this, huh?”

“you! only you, steve!” you moan out, trying desperately to press yourself against his his harsh hursts. you clamped around him as you felt your high building again. he must’ve felt it, reaching down between you two and pinching your clit, thrusts getting faster as you cried out.

“i want you to cum” he says, fucking you onto his cock, “cum on my cock like the good girl you are.”

his thumb rubs your clit faster, moving in time with his rapid thrusts, hips pistoling into you, fucking you hard as you came with a loud cry of his name, this one harder than the last. walls clenched hard around him as you gripped the back of his neck. seeing you, head thrown back in ecstasy, face screwed up in pleasure as you cry out his name, has him groaning. head dropped into the crook of your neck as his thrusts get faster and sharper, the overstimulation drawing out high keening noises from your throat, his cock nudging against your cervix as he spills inside of you.

“fuck, so good for me, honey” he kisses your shoulder. “such a good girl” he murmurs. he pulls out slowly and takes you in his arms, laying you down.

he starts getting up and you tug gently at his wrist. he kisses your forehead smiling.

“don’t worry, i’m just gonna get some things in the bathroom”

when he gets back, he throws you an old shirt, which you quickly put on.

“i can go, if you want to.” you mutter, looking down at your hands.

“what? no, are you crazy? stay. come on, lets watch that movie” he smiles at you, opening the tissue case.

“okay, i will then.” you couldn’t help but smile.

“hey, about that thing you said earlier” he looked into your eyes. “i love you too.”

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𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰/ 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮༄˖°.🪐.ೃ࿔*:･

𖦹 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: Satoru Gojo x Reader

𖦹 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵: first person pov || At a house party y/n and Satoru’s ex got into a heated argument that resulted in food getting thrown on you.

𖦹 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: After getting into a fight with his ex , Gojo invites you to shower with him as a way to apologize <;3

𖦹 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: nsfw 18+ , shower sex , cursing , hair pulling , virginity loss , missionary , piercings , etc.

𖦹 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 3.8k

𖦹 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘢: this was my first time writing smut so please excuse to grammar mistakes & writing in general ! i hope you enjoyyy ♡

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“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she says, and I couldn’t help the stinging that formed in my chest.

When she first steps in the shower, I make it my mission not to look at her, trying to keep her “strictly unsexual” rule in mind, but as soon as her skin brushes against mine, I turn around, and I swear it's love at first sight.

Trying to force the blood that rushed straight to my tip back down into its usual stream or, however, the fuck that works. Making it my mission to keep my eyes locked with hers; anything lower and the rule will be out the window.

“No staring; remember the rule. This is innocent and cute like we’re bonding.” she smiles, and I begin to notice a pattern with her. She switches from confident and fierce to timid and bashful as quickly as she talks. And the thought of me causing that reaction makes this much more complicated.

I stand behind her, allowing her to be under the stream of water since I’d just washed off.

“so what's your plan for after our shower? runoff before you’re fully dry or?” I said, and she laughed.

“do you always stay and talk to people you do things with? Did you plan to play 21 questions or something? Just ask me when the next time will be.” she scoffs, lathering herself in my body wash.

A brief laugh falls from my lips. “you say it like I just fuck for sport, plus I'm just trying to know how much time I have with you.”

It takes her a moment to respond. “no, I won’t run off, but only because I’m sure my friends will be occupied for the night, so I don’t know where I’ll sleep.” she shrugs as if that's the reason. I don't know. I think she just wants to stay the night with me ♡︎.

“you know you’re starting to hurt my feelings.”

“hmm, and here I thought that you didn’t have any,” she says, turning around, and my eyes go straight to her perky, very pierced tits.

“damn, they’re pierced.?” I said, earning a laugh, and the sweet sound sent blood right back to my tip.

She glances down, and her eyes quickly find their way back to mine, a smirk gracing my face with an angry blush on hers.

Choosing to put the poor girl out of her misery, I say, “You know it's still salsa in your hair. Here, turn around, and I’ll help you.

She complies as I grab the showerhead and adjust the setting, testing it on myself first.

I begin massaging her scalp, and after a few moments, a very faint but audible moan falls from her beautiful lips. Slowly but surely, it was like the distance between us was closing—the stream of water and about an inch of distance being the only thing keeping our skin separated.

“how do you expect me to follow your little rule when you make noises like that?”

“I’m sure you can figure it out.

“you know that confidence of yours comes and goes; let’s try and make it stay this time, yeah ?”

“It's always there; it's just exclusive, you know?” she giggles.

“exclusive to whom?”

“I don’t know, but lately, it's been you.”

“ is that right?” I said, earning a soft hum in response.

We sit in comfortable silence as I continue working the shampoo into her hair. I place the shower head in her hand and run my fingers through her hair, pulling it in the process, earning an unexpected and involuntarily groan from her lips.

I lean down and whisper against her blush-tinted ear, “Make a sound like that again, and any control I had throughout our little unsexual experience will be gone. “

I watch as her shoulders begin to rise and fall taller than before.

“Why so tense? A fair warning is a fair warning,” I add, leaning my back against the cold wall.

She turned around and looked up at me with a heated glint. “control ?“ she laughed . “ you have none; you’ve been like that this whole time.”

“And here I thought you were a prude who didn’t even notice.”

“And here I thought you were a horny teenage boy who just discovered what a dick was and how it works.”

“I don’t think I remember how it works; you could show me, though,” I said, gripping my cock, running a shaky hand over it, taking clear notice of her poor attempt at concealing her squirming.

“See, control is something you clearly lack,” she says, putting her hands on her hips.

“And what you lack in one place, you pack in another, as you can see.” I smile.

She shakes her head and laughs. “And what makes you think that’s enough? Enough to get someone off, I mean.”

I laugh at the statement, enjoying that she’s slowly starting to loosen up.

“It's never been much of a problem before, and I think you knew that, but if you don’t believe me, you could always find out.”

“and how would you suggest I go about finding out?” she asks, that mischievous look returning.

“ask around about me.” I shrug, my cheeks growing painfully from smiling ear to ear.

“ah, you’re right. I’ll just go downstairs and ask Meimei. I’m guessing that’s the dick she was trying to beat my ass over ?” she says, moving to leave the shower.

Her hand reaches the handle, and rather than letting her go like I stubbornly planned, I instinctively lean forward and grab her arm.

Spinning to face me with her back now pressed against the glass, I watch as she looks up and glares at me.

“I don’t usually like repeating myself, but since reassurance seems to be something you often need, I’ll repeat myself for as long as you need me to. That's not my girlfriend, and she definitely doesn't own my dick or whatever the fuck you were hinting at.”

“it didn’t seem like that to me; she’d been saying shit all night, and honestly, Gojo, I don't care what we did last time. I’m not even interested in you or what you and that bitch have going on,” she says matter-of-factly.

Racking my hand through my hair, a groan of pure frustration leaves my lips . “what do you want me to do then? How do I get you to stop pretending this is one-sided?”

“it is one-sided; I’m no longer interested. We both just happened to need a shower, and it was purely unsexual like I initially said. “ she said, attempting to push me back so she could run again.

I watch as the goosebumps erupt across her skin, feeling as they begin to grow throughout mine. “I can see right through you. You want me just as bad as I want you, and you know it.”

I watched as her demeanor changed; behind that thick layer of self-control and pride, I could see the pure lust and desire begin to seep through the cracks.

“I don’t.”

“you do .”

I watch the mental battle she is in play out before my eyes, and it's indeed the most attractive thing I've ever seen.

“even if you choose to run away again right after, I can show you why this little barrier you keep putting up won't stand a chance between us. “

“bold of you to start a game that you don't even know you’ll win,” she says, stepping closer, leaving the tiniest bit of space between us.

Knowing that I have two ways to go about this leaves me at a standstill. Although I love her competitiveness, and like mine, it seems that her ego is through the roof, in situations like these, my control is unmatched. The game of who can hold out the longest has never been much of a challenge to me; the most significant challenge at hand is her.

Confident that if she wants me, she’ll show me, I give her one last chance.

Leaning forward, I move her wet hair from her shoulder, lightly tracing her jawline with my nose as I whisper, “How about we go ahead and start playing so we’ll see who wins.”

As I pull away, she turns in my direction, focusing her gaze on my lips, and says, “Okay, let's play.”

And that was all I needed, wasting no time in gripping her neck, pulling her body against me, taking her lips into mine.

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The second his lips connect with mine, it feels like I've melted into a puddle of flesh and bones. I can't keep up with where his hands move, but the second they palm my ass, the harsh grip causes me to moan into his mouth.

He’s touching everywhere except for the two places I need stimulation the most. While I plan to scold myself for acting on a clouded mind later, I can’t help but think about what will happen after everything is done and I have to face him. Inexperience is my worst enemy; will he want me to talk about it? What if it's bad? Will he still be cordial to me afterward? what if -

“tcht, stop overthinking while my tongue is down your throat. Clearly, I'm going too easy on you; hand me the showerhead.”

Doing as he says, I pick up the discarded shower head, only now realizing I’d dropped it earlier. I hand it to him in confusion.

“turn around and put both of your hands against the wall,” he says, his lighthearted tone long gone, his voice now raspy and strained.

I do as he says and quickly feel his presence right behind me.

He talks to me as he adjusts the settings on the shower head. The anticipation and aching in my core were eating me alive, and for some reason, I felt he was loving every bit of it.

“Since I won our last little game we played, I think it's only fair that I choose the rules for this one, don't you think?” he says, waiting for an answer, but I can't even speak. My words are caught in my throat as I feel the tiny water droplets hit my skin.

A harsh slap to my ass pulls me from my clouded mind as a yelp falls from my lips.

“See, that's the first thing. In this game, it's like Simon Says: when I ask, you answer because I don't think you’ll like what happens if you don't. “I clench my legs together as he leans in closer, no longer fiddling with the attachment in his hand . “so again, do you mind if I make the rules for this game.”

“No, no, don't”.

“Good, because the first rule is no matter what, do not take your hands off this wall, okay?”

A playful, “Yes sir.” falls from my lips, hoping that it evokes the same reaction that he's getting from me, and by the way he presses his dick into the slit of my ass, it does.

“remember where you’re hands stay.” Gojo’s voice was barely above a whisper when he gently reminded me of his harsh command.

After I nodded in acknowledgment, his hand snuck around my body, his middle and pointer fingers gently tracing down my stomach, stopping right above where I needed him.

“be still,” he whispered against my ear, and as he gently bit my earlobe, his long, slender fingers slid in between my folds, opening my lips in one.

I was already a squirming mess before the water hit my center, but once it did, I was a withering, shaking, moaning wreck.

My fingers shake against the wall as my legs slowly begin to close around his hand.

“I would tell you not to close your legs, but I feel like I'm giving you more than you can take, and I haven’t even given you anything yet.” his light chuckle goes straight to my core, and by the end of his sentence I’m pulsing on nothing.

Desperately trying to conceal the trimmer in my voice, I say, “No, you’re not giving me … enough.” earning another laugh with the same effect as the previous one.

After a couple more moments, just as I am about to reach the edge, he hastily pulls the shower head away from my core.

A groan of frustration leaves my lips as I turn around and glare at him.

“Gojo, what the fuck? “ rather than explaining himself, he takes my lip in his, the harsh kiss radiating nothing but pure lust.

His right hand finds its way across my throat and pushes me against the wall.

“only round one, and you already lost.”

Realization washes over me. My hands, I took my hands off the wall.

Leaving me no time to regret my actions, he wastes no time in picking me up, pulling my lips to his as I wrap my legs around his waist. A moan leaves my lips as he tightens his grip on my waist, causing my back to arch. The overwhelming sensation from the friction against my nipples and the coldness of his pierced dick almost sent me over the edge.

He blindly turns off the shower and takes us out of the restroom, never failing to take his lips off mine.

I lock my ankles behind his back and break our passionate kiss, struggling to get my words out as he attacks my neck . “wait, but we’re wet. You’re bed .. its going to get all -“

“Baby, I can feel you dripping onto my cock. The bed was gonna end up wet regardless,” he says against my neck.

Seconds after, I’m thrown onto the bed, his body leaving me sprawled out and at his full display.

There's a moment of silence while we stare at each other. I watch as he takes in every inch of my body like he wants to devour me whole. Growing ashamed of his heated gaze, I close my legs and bring my arms up to cover my chest, feeling the blush stain my cheeks.

It was only when I felt his knee dip into the bed, positioning himself directly above me, that I gave myself a moment to truly look at him—realizing that there was no way that it would fit inside of me, especially not my first time.

“thinking of backing out already?” he asks, boring his eyes into mine as he removes my flimsy arms across my chest. Giving him full access to my nipples, which he immediately starts to pull and play with.

“no, but if you keep taking so long, I just might go downstairs and find someone who can get the job done quicker,” I say, instantly regretting it, but it's already out of my mouth by then.

A light chuckle leaves his lips as a smirk graces his face, “ and to think I was going to go easy on you . I’ll start with these.” he says as he latches his mouth to my nipple. A loud moan leaves my lips as I feel his tongue flick my piercing . “ and this one, too.” he adds after a couple of minutes of torture, repeating the same thing on the opposite side.

“Gojo, please~” I whimper, my back arching, only inviting him in more, encouraging his attack on my nipple to become more demanding.

“Please, what?” he asks, getting off of the bed and moving to stand in front of me.

I gently ran my hand down my body, creasing my titties. “Stop teasing me, and come on before I go downstairs. Who do you think will be the easiest, Toji? No Sukuna, maybe ?”

A groan leaves his lips as he moves to the dresser, retrieving a condom from the drawer. He tears the packet and slides it onto himself. Crawling towards me, he settles between my thighs, retrieving a pillow from beside me; he instructs me to lift my hips and places it beneath me.

He leans down and asks, “Do you want me to fuck you y/n?” I can barely concentrate as I feel his hand slide in between us, going straight to my clit.

“Yes. Gojo, please,” I say despite feeling my heart drop to my ass.

“Why so formal? Just call me Satrou.”

“Yes. Satoru, please fuck me.” I moan as I smile back at him.

He smiles down at me as he leans his body over mine, one hand by my head, supporting himself up while the other grabs his dick.

“I’ll be gentle,” he says with a menacing smile as he flicks my clit with his tip, the sensation from the chill of the metal of his piercing sending shudders through my body.

He takes my lips back into his as he slides into me, stretching me slowly, the pain from his sheer size almost unbearable. “Fuck you’re tight.” He says, closing his eyes at the feeling

He gives me a moment to adjust, but I’m unsure I can. Wiggling my hips in an attempt to ease the pain, he takes that as a sign to begin moving.

“Fuck Satrou, it's too big, I don’t - I don’t, “ I whimper, gripping the sheets beside me as he begins to pick up the pace.

A breathy laugh falls from his swollen lips “ Ever been fucked by a pierced dick before ?” he asks as he rams into me, as tears begin to flow down my cheeks, the pain finally starting to turn into pleasure.

“Never even been fucked before.”

He comes to a complete halt. “what the fuck? You’re a virgin?” he asks, anger and confusion overtaking his features.

I bring my hand down to my clit, hoping to keep the sensation that was beginning to form. “Yea, couldn’t tell?”

“ fuck I’m sorry I wouldn’t have been so rough,” he says, as he pulls all the way out and slowly begins to thrust back into me.

“No, go back to how it was. Fuck me like I lost those games, like you hate me.” I ramble, growing teary-eyed from the frustration this slow pace has me feeling.

Another breathy laugh escapes from his lips, “I could never hate you, pretty girl; how about I just fuck you like this pussy mine instead?” He says as his hand glides across my throat.

“This time, I think I’ll give it all to you. At first, I was being nice and only giving you half.” My eyes nearly bulged out of my eyes as he pulled all the way out and thrust all the way back in.

I scream out and claw at his back, bringing him closer to me as he thrusts in and out of me at an unexplainable pace.

“You feel so fucking good gripping my dick like that; this pretty little pussy was made just for me,” he murmurs into my ear, taking my earlobe between his teeth and releasing it.

His thumb snakes down and rubs my aching nerves, causing my back to arch.

I latch my legs around his back, locking my ankles in place at the bottom of his back as he continues to ram into me at this pace.

“Satoru fuck, I can’t.”

“You can’t what, pretty girl? Take this dick? But I'm being so gentle, so good to you. What do you mean ?” He cooed, with a false pout gracing his lips.

Seconds later, he brings his hand down onto my pussy, smacking my clit. I’m a whimpering, panting mess, his name and the soaked sheets below me the only thing I have to cling to.

He pulls my hips towards him, the angle causing his dick to hit so much deeper, the head of his piercing hitting my G-spot with each thrust.

“Satoru .. fuck, I'm close.” I groan, pulling him by his shoulders, bringing his mouth closer to mine in hopes that he’ll catch the moans that begin to spew from my mouth.

And he does.

His thrusts grow sloppy as I clench him hard despite his chants to stop because we both know that he’s just as close as I am.

“That's it, baby, come all over my cock .”

At his request, I feel my body tighten. The erratic pulsing of my core causes him to thrust faster, sending me right over the edge. Chanting his name as if it were a prayer.

As I’m coming down, he never slows down his pace, the feeling becoming unbearable.

“Come on, baby, just finish. I know you’re almost there.” I breathlessly whisper into his ear, earning a pained grunt in the response.

“Lock your legs,” he grunts out, and I instantly comply.

His arms wrap around my waist, and he hoists me up, and he stands, physically bouncing my body up and down on his cock.

I scream out, chanting his name once again into his shoulder.

“Come on. I know you have another one in you; give it to me like you gave me your first,” he grunts, slowing down his pace to match the rotation of my hips.

“Fuck Satoru, I can’t … it's too much,” I whine, earning a slap on my ass.

“ I told you that I was going to fuck this pussy like it was mine, so go ahead and give me all of it. Finish with me,” he said, nipping and biting at my neck once again.

I continue to buck and grind my hips the best I can, desperately trying to keep up with his uneven thrusts. One of his hands snakes around between our bodies as the other continues to hold me up. And as he takes his lips in mine and pulls at my piercing, I scream and squeeze him so hard that it sends us both over the edge.

We both ride out the wave as his slow thrusts come to an end. We stay like that momentarily before he leans down and releases me.

I fall back onto the bed with a satisfied sigh, watching the back of my eyelids in pure exhaustion.

Moments later, he returns to my side and lifts my leg, and i jolt from the chilling sensation that goes right to my clit.

“Don't worry, we won’t go again for right now. I’m just cleaning you up.” he smiles down at me, and I can't help but return the gesture.

Once he disregards the towel, he scoops me up, placing me at the head of the bed, and slides in, pulling me onto him.

I settle into place, our legs tangling together as I do.

“How was that for the first time? Enough to get you off ? “ he hazily says.

“ I don’t know. It’s still lacking in some places. You’ll have to make it up to me tomorrow,” I say, smiling into his chest.

His laughter meets my ears as he grips my ass, slightly readjusting our position.

And with a light chuckle, I am met with that same cold sensation lined up right at my entrance.

“Tomorrow ?” he asks before he thrusts into me yet again.

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Restricted Section ; Finn Weasley x Sallow!Reader

AN: HII! So I haven't seen this being done much (or even at all but I barely looked) where people would write fanfics of their own characters in Hogwarts Legacy, so I decided to do so! Quick introduction to the character:

This is Finn Weasley; He's in Gryffindor and has a very loyal but mischievous personality. He's also pansexual! He LOVES herbology but he loves solving mysteries and exploring secrets even more - even if it's super dangerous. However, he will go to any extent to keep others out of danger (ironically). Finn can be really harsh to people if someone hurts him or the people he cares about. He's not perfect, though, he has some flaws. He does have a short temper and can say pretty horrible things without meaning to. He can also be quite reckless and finds it hard to accept other people's love and care, leading him to forget to keep himself from getting hurt.

That's all for now, but I'll probably add more to his story as time goes by!

(Please excuse any grammar mistakes, I'm trilingual and grammar from 3 languages can mix me up a lot C:)

Summary: The new student needs your help sneaking into the restricted section for something 'very important'. However, he doesn't expect you to cover for him when you get caught.

Warnings: Swearing, small panic attack, gets a little heated at the end. Kinda cheesy but we love that :)

Reader's gender is never specified!

"Excuse me! Y/n Sallow, right?" Interrupted from your game of wizard's chess alone, you turn around to be met with a pretty tall red-head. You couldn't help but think about how gorgeous he is, but you swallow your excitement.

"Yeah, that's me. You're the new kid aren't you?" You disenchant your chess game and give him your full attention. "I watched your duel with Sebastian in the Clock Tower, you're really good!"

Finn seems to flush at your compliment. During his short time starting in 5th year here in Hogwarts he's gotten plenty compliments on how he's been able to learn and execute spells so quickly, but for some reason your compliment had a special affect on him.

He chuckles lightly. "Thank you, I'm just trying to catch up quickly." He couldn't seem to keep his eyes from wandering over your features. "It's Finn, by the way. Finn Weasley."

"Oh, another Weasley! Well it's lovely to meet you! Did you need anything?" You ask politely.

Finn almost forgot why he was talking to you in the first place, but managed to remember before already humiliating himself in front of you. "Right, yes. This may sound quite forward, but Sebastian told me you're really good at sneaking around. Is there a chance you can help me sneak into the restricted section of the library tonight? I can't say why, but it's very important."

You were a bit surprised at his request, but kind of prideful that you were the first person he was led to for it. You smiled widely. "Of course! I'm surprised my brother didn't take you himself. Meet me at the grand staircase at 9. Don't be late!"

"Wait- Don't you wanna know more about why I need to sneak in?" He asked perplexed.

"Nope. I'll take any opportunity for sneaking around. Either way, you don't seem the type to burn down the castle or anything. Plus, you said you can't say why you need to sneak in."

He mentally facepalmed himself. How could he forget he just said that? Maybe he just wanted to talk to you longer. "I'll see you at 9!" You smile at him and walk away.

You take a long breath after turning away from him. Holy shit he's cute.

You're both crouched at the railing of the stairs looking down onto the central hall at exactly 9pm, analysing the prefects walking around and guarding the doors of the library.

"Okay," you whisper. "First of all, we need to go invisible. Have you learnt the disillusionment spell?"

Finn looks at you like a lost puppy, his head slightly titled. You almost had to tell him how cute he looked, but held back.

You pull your wand out and whisp it over your head and body. The wand leaves a blue trail of light before all there was left was your aura.

You continue whispering to the lost boy in front of you. "This is the disillusionment spell. It doesn't turn you completely invisible but it's better than being completely exposed."

You point to his hand holding his wand. "May I?" He nods hesitantly.

You slowly hold his fist clenching onto his wand and do the same movement you did on yourself over him. Finn could barely focus, the feeling of your soft hand on his summoning an army of butterflies in his stomach. You couldn't help but feel the same tingle in your stomach too.

Clearing your throat, you speak. "That's the movement for the spell. Just think of it and do the movement."

He did as you said, and suddenly you were both just two ghosts staring at each other's remains.

Finn chuckles enthusiastically. "This is awesome!" He whisper yells.

You laugh at his excitement, wishing you could see his freckled face through the spell.

"Okay, let's go. Stick close to me." You begin to sneak down the stairs, through the hall, and quickly side past the prefect turned away from the library door. You can feel Finn following closely behind.

After you both get into a safer corner of the library away from Madam Agnes's sights, you remove the spell off you.

"Here's the plan," you start. "You go get the key from Madam Agnes's desk draw over there, I'll distract her."

Finn nods. As you start to turn away, Finn grabs your arm gently and looks at you with his adorable puppy eyes.

"What if you get caught?" He sounds worried. You can't tell why he'd be worried about you, though.

You give him a cheeky smile. "Me? Get caught? You should worry about yourself, Weasley." He chuckles, shooing away the blush creeping into his cheeks after hearing you call him by his surname. "C'mon, let's go."

As you throw a book across the room, Finn conceals himself and scurries to grab the key. You quickly do the same and meet him at the entrance of the restricted section.

Exposing yourselves from the spell, you watch him unlock the gate before you walk in.

"YES!" Finn cheers, surprising you both with a tight hug. There's a pause before he realises what he's doing and slowly pulls away, taking his warmth away with him. "Sorry... Got excited."

You laugh sweetly at him. "I don't mind." He continues walking down the stairs of the forbidden room, but not before shooting you a relieved smirk.

"Lumos." You cast, making the eery room brighter and less intimidating.

As you squeeze between abandoned bookshelves and over piles of junk, you reach a collapsed set of armour. "Repai-" Finn begins to cast before a loud screech interrupts him.

Almost out of thin air, Peeves flies through the wall in front of you. He almost knocks you down, but Finn's quick reflexes catch you before you hit the ground. You find yourself wrapped in his arms, yours tightly around his neck.

"Shit, are you okay?" Finn asks you breathlessly, his worried eyes glaring into yours.

"Yeah yeah, I'm fine-" But once again you were interrupted by the same squeaky, loud voice of the poltergeist.

"I'M TELLING, I'M TELLING," Peeves squeals mockingly before flying straight upwards towards the main floor of the library.

Your heart squeezes into itself. You've never been caught before, why now? Your uncle is going to kill you if he finds out you were sneaking around the castle, and in the restricted section of all places.

You didn't realise your breath was quickening until you felt arms lowering you onto the floor and rough but warm hands palming each side of your neck.

"Hey, hey. You're alright, sweetheart. Take a breath." You hear Finn's soft voice whisper in your ear. A little voice was in your head screaming How do you expect me to breathe when you're making my heart beat even faster??

You breathe deeply before letting out a small chuckle. "I'm okay. I'm fine. Just go get whatever you need to get. I need to deal with Peeves before he gets us both in trouble."

Finn looks at you as if asking you if you're sure. You just nod and sprint after Peeves, the last thing you hear is a distant "Repairo" before making it back to the library.

"PEEVES YOU STUPID POLTERGEIST." You try catching him, forgetting he's a literal ghost as your arms flail right through him.

"Y/n Sallow." You jump at the voice of Madam Agnes behind you. You slowly turn around while Peeves chuckles menacingly at your head hung low in shame. "And to think I'd get a break from the Sallow siblings, you come running along. Wait until your uncle hears about this."

"No. No no no-" You get interrupted by her. "That's enough. You're a bright student, you should know better than to go sneaking around the restricted section especially after curfew."

"But Madam Agnes-"

"And Peeves here tells me you were with someone else." Peeves twirls and rolls around mid-air, celebrating your punishment. "Please tell me you were forced to come here by someone's hand instead of it being your own choice."

There's a pause. You could never snitch on Finn like that. You only just met him but you know better than to put his record at risk on his first week of school here. This was your own choice anyway, you weren't forced. Finn helped you down there, so you're gonna help him.

"No. I came here all alone." You said in a low but stern voice.

Madam Agnes sighs at your lie, but she knew how stubborn you and your brother were, so she let it slide.

"Detention after classes tomorrow. You're going to sort the books to their respective places until they're all done. It doesn't matter if it takes you all night." Your shoulders slump. "Peeves, escort her to her common room, please."

With a sigh from you and an evil chuckle from the poltergeist, you begin your walk to your common room. At least Finn's in the clear now.

Little did you know, Finn saw the whole thing from behind one of the shelves. He couldn't help but let a grateful smile reach his lips.

The next day, Finn runs to the library to find you after his classes. It's already dark out by the time he finishes his extra tasks and from talking to Professor Fig. He doesn't know why he's in such a hurry, but he won't let his confidence escape him just yet.

Once he's in, he find the library to be completely empty, not even Madam Agnes in sight. He hears distant curses and shuffling coming from the second floor and he can only assume the source being your complaining.

As he follows the sounds of frustrated mumbles, he finally finds you at the end of the second floor in a dark corner holding a bunch of books to shelf up. He smiles at the sight of you awkwardly balancing everything in your one hand and walks over to you, taking a pile of books from you.

"Need help there?" He looks at you with a teasing smirk.

You look at him with a grumpy face. "Oh haha, Weasley. I can handle this on my own, thank you very much." You snatch back the books he took from you, instant regret flooding your features as you immediately struggle to balance them.

Finn immediately takes them back from you and effortlessly holds them over his head, extending his arm upwards far from your reach.

"Hey- Hand those back, Weasley." You try hopping to reach the books he so graciously stole from you.

He chuckles at your efforts while you claw up his chest and shoulders, trying to tug down his arm. After a harsh tug, Finn loses balance of the books he's holding and he tries catching them but ends up stumbling forwards.

The books fall to the side as Finn catches himself on the bookshelf, trapping you between it and himself.

You lock eyes with him, your hands clutched tightly onto the thin material of his shirt over his chest. You're both breathing heavily, chests almost touching with every breath.

You can feel Finn hesitate as his hands slowly reach to cup the back of your neck, his thumb over your cheek. No matter how much you willed yourself to, your simply could not take your eyes off him.

"Thank you." He whispers. Your eyebrows furrow.

"For what?"

"For covering for me." His stare snapping between your eyes and lips. "I heard you in the library after we got caught."

"You mean after I caught got?" You tease.

Finn smirks at your remark, his hold on your neck squeezing for a second. "Whatever you say, sweetheart." The nickname melts into your ears and into the rushed beats of your heart.

"Hey, Finn?" The use of his first name makes the blood rush to his cheeks, his breath hitches.

"Yeah?"

"You dropped my books."

"Shut up." Finn lets out in a desperate breath before pulling you into him, his lips roughly but passionately meeting yours.

His other hand shifts from the side of your head to tangle into your hair, tugging it lightly. You let out a little whimper, but that's all it took for Finn to deepen the kiss even more, his tongue slightly grazing yours. Breaths were escaping through your noses, desperate for air but never desperate enough to separate from each other.

Your fingers weave through his long, soft ginger locks. Your other hand clutches desperately onto the collar of his shirt.

You both finally pull away from each other, your hands gliding down to rest on his chest.

"Fuck." Finn leans his forehead on yours, leaning in for another quick peck. His hazel eyes are glazed over, looking into yours like they hold the world. He slowly brushes a strand of your hair behind your hair, memorising your face as you memorise his.

"I was hoping you'd do that." You chuckle breathlessly. Finn laughs with you, his eyes holding nothing but love as they stare into yours. "Oh yeah?" You nod, your nose lightly touching his.

"Now help me with these books, Weasley. You're still responsible for my detention." You playfully push him away and start picking up the books he previously dropped.

"And I'd do it again as long as it ends like this every time." He smiles at you cheekily.

"Do it again and I'm telling Sebastian you used a love potion on me."

And with that he got to work helping you sort the books out.

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goosewriting · 3 months

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Hellooo goose! it’s my first time interacting here and i just wanted to say how muuuuch i love your writing 🤍 its sooo… GOOOOOD you have no idea, i literally DEVOUR every single rottmnt masterpiece of yours 🫶🏼

with that in mind, i have a request (only take it if you feel like it ofc <3) and i can’t get this out of my head omfg and because its about to be valentine’sss…

The prompt is; you and leo being veeery close friends for a long time.

A friends to lovers situation. his brothers notice and leo asks them (one by one separately because of the teasing even tho they already know lol) to help him out for valentine’s and mikey decides to help with some red velvet choc brownies and (insert fav food), donnie and raph help keeping it a surprise and setting everything up…. (IM SOBBING THIS IS SO CUTE STWAP)

it ends up leo and reader kissing tenderly, very cute, it rises up a bit. they’re so in love. stOP.

pretty please 🫶🏼

i love your writing

-🐨

Be my Valentine 💝

summary: the turtles set a plan in motion so Leo can ask out reader on valentine’s day.

relationship: Rise!Leo x gn!reader

warnings: none! fluff, smooches, second hand embarrassment maybe lol

word count: 3.1k

A/N: welcome koala anon! tysm for your kind words and the super cute request, this thing practically wrote itself lol i missed writing for Leo 😭💙 as it wasn't specified, i set this some time after the movie. hope that works!

(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)

— — —

The turtle brothers and you have been friends for quite some time now, around two years in fact. And you love them all dearly and equally, except for one maybe…

Leo has always been the touchy type and isn’t shy when it comes to physical contact. You don’t mind; he’s like that with everyone, after all. Just another layer of his complex personality.

However, lately you can’t help but feel that something has changed. The passing glances, the casual touches… they feel different. You catch yourself feeling self-conscious when he’s around. And the other turtles are no help either; it’s like when Leo comes into the room, the whole atmosphere changes. Like there’s a sudden tension in the air. You’ll be hanging out with the turtles like normal, but when Leo joins you, his brothers suddenly make excuses to leave the room.

Deep inside, you suspect what they’re trying to do. You think they’ve noticed your own shift towards the blue-clad turtle, and now they probably think you have a crush on him (which in all fairness, you do), so they’re trying to get you alone with him to confess or something. While you appreciate their attempt to help or support you, it really isn’t comfortable for you, being left like that. It has already led to the occasional awkward moment between you two. You just wish it would go back to how it was; your crush is for you alone and not to be shared, as you cherish the friendship with the turtles too much to risk it over asking out Leo.

What you don’t know, however, is that Leo is inwardly freaking out every time he steps anywhere near you. For you see, he is down bad just as you are. He’s just better at putting on a façade to hide underneath.

He didn’t fall for you first, though. Your crush developed somewhat gradually over the last months; for him it was a realisation hitting him in the face all at once, like a wall of bricks. And not even that long ago. But that doesn’t make it any less brain wracking for him.

Unsure of what to do, he went to his brothers to ask for advice. No matter how much he plays the face man of the group, thinking he’s suave and all, he actually has no real experience in this. (In truth neither do his brothers, but who else is he supposed to ask, Splinter? Right.) Besides, you’re not just a passing crush or a random interesting person. No, you mean a lot to him. And he doesn’t want to ruin what you have.

At first, Leo intended to not say anything and just cherish your friendship, but no matter how much he tries convincing himself that you just see him as a friend and that you’re out of his league anyway, he still has a tiny spark of hope in him that maybe, just maybe, you feel the same.

So of course the first person he asks is Doctor Delicate Touch himself.

Mikey is delighted that his brother finally admitted to himself how he’s feeling. Truth is, the brothers noticed a looong time ago that Leo and you are into each other, but you’re both too dense for your own good. They have been itching to help out and already started scheming. Hence why they tried to give you some alone time every now and then.

But now that Leo approaches him first, Mikey essentially calls an emergency family meeting. He pulls out a full flowchart showing plans A through G to ask you out, Donnie starts his fully animated PowerPoint presentation to go with it, and Raph rolls in a whiteboard to brainstorm ideas. With Valentine’s Day just around the corner, it would be the perfect occasion for Leo to confess.

After sitting down a whole evening and planning everything out with his brothers, they come up with the following plan: Mikey will help Leo bake some delicious velvet chocolate brownies (because you deserve not only good, but the best!), Donnie says he will scope out some empty buildings that could be quickly remodelled into an undisturbed, cosy movie night corner, and Raph will be in charge of getting it all set up. For being the biggest and spikiest, he actually has a great eye when it comes to interior decorating.

It’s also good that the few days before Valentine’s you have several exams for your classes and some other errands to run. So you already excused yourself from not being able to see the guys as often as you’d like in that period of time, and they plan to use the time to get all preparations going.

To make sure that you won’t plan anything else that day, Mikey messages the group chat, casually asking if you’re “free next Wednesday” to watch a movie, which is something you do rather often with the guys.

Since your last test is on Tuesday, you say yes, eager to have a welcome reward for yourself for doing all your classwork. Mikey suggests a movie night, and one after the other, the different turtles’ responses pop up in the chat, all of them saying they’re free and that movie night sounds good.

It’s a date then 😉 — you reply jokingly, without thinking much of it. Unbeknownst to you, Leo almost faints when he sees your reply. Raph’s laugh at his brother’s face reverberated pretty far through the sewers, too.

— — —

After several last minute study sessions, wishing for information to travel into your brain by osmosis while smushing your face against a book, and a lot of caffeine, all your exams are done, and you’re officially on break.

That night you sleep well and long, sneaking in an extra pampering self-care bath before meeting the boys. Earlier that week you went to get some snacks, and as you look at the bag on your kitchen counter after you’re done changing, heat prickles at your cheeks.

On the sweets aisle you kept mainly gravitating towards Leo’s favourites, and only after you were done paying did you realise not only how many snacks and sweets you bought, but also that, on purpose or not, you picked most just because they were blue or had blue packaging, which reminded you of him.

With a sigh you take one last look in the mirror at yourself; the bath got you in a really good mood, and you’re honestly rocking your outfit. If the confidence continues throughout the night, maybe you’d even find it in you to tell Leo how you feel… Is Valentine’s Day too cheesy for that? And on movie night with his brothers, no less? Maybe you should have invited him somewhere else, or maybe it’s just not meant to be…

With a slight seed of doubt in your heart, you grab your things and make your way out the door, about to start the familiar trek to the turtle lair. Except that you get a message, and the sound alone makes your heart skip a bit; it’s from Leo. You know it’s him because you’ve set a special ringtone for him, a sound effect from his favourite Jupiter Jim movie. But you’d rather fall into a ditch than have him know that. He would never let you live it down. Especially if he saw how quickly you scramble to get your phone out of your pocket at the sound.

Turns out, movie night isn’t in the lair at all, it’s in a place you’ve never been, not alone nor with them. It strikes you as a little odd, but you know the area isn’t dangerous or anything, plus you’ll be accompanied by literal ninja mutants, so, if anything, your curiosity is peaked. You did notice that the last few days, there was a strange silence from the turtles. You assumed it was because they didn’t want to disturb your studies, but something was… off. There was more secrecy than usual. And now they’re meeting somewhere new? It takes every ounce of self-control not to immediately message Mikey and ask what’s up. You’d find out yourself soon enough anyway.

After taking a bus and a short walk, you arrive at the meeting point. Your eyes travel from the pin on your maps app on your phone to the run-down building in front of you several times, making sure you’re at the right location. And you are. Except that there’s nothing here. You try looking in through the windows, but they’re blocked with old wooden boards from the inside.

Just as you’re about to walk around the building to find an entrance, a door partially hidden by a pile of rubbish and debris opens with a creak, and Mikey’s head pops out.

“There you are!” he greets you with a chipper tone.

”What in the world is this place,” you rhetorically ask with a chuckle. “I thought we were watching a movie?”

“We are, we are. Don’t let looks deceive you. Come in~”

You step in, and Mikey closes the door behind you. You follow him up some dusty stairs, using your phones’ flashlights to navigate through the darkness, as whatever little daylight remains outside can’t come in through the barricaded windows, and there seems to be no electricity. The air is stale and you can see dust particles floating in the beam of your light.

“Is this safe?” You sound less amused now, starting to get actually concerned.

“Totally,” Mikey answers, completely calm.

”This was Donnie’s doing, I suppose?”

”Yup.”

”Just what are you guys up to,” you ask under your breath with a playful smile, more towards yourself than at him.

Once on the upper floor, you see light coming from under a door. Mikey opens it, letting you step in first. You enter the room, and as the turtle brothers say “Surprise!” in unison, you can’t help the gasp that escapes you. Never would you have guessed this was inside, given the state of the building from the outside.

Several low hanging lights emit a warm inviting glow, complemented by some fairy lights. The space has been cleaned thoroughly, and you spot a pile of blankets, pillows and bean bags on the floor by the projector, which is already turned on and the movie on the wall is paused at the studio intro. A little makeshift table, consisting of a plank of wood held up by some bricks, holds a variety of delicious treats, going from pizza to finger food to desserts, as well as beverages.

You let your gaze slowly pan over the place to take it all in, nodding to yourself with a low whistle.

“Not bad,” you say. “Not bad indeed.”

“Are you surprised?”, Donnie asks with a smug grin.

“I most definitely am,” you respond. “I love what you’ve done with the place. Not that I know what the place even is.”

“It’s an old office space, set to be renovated by the end of the year. I just pulled some strings to use it for tonight,” Donnie explains with a swiping motion of his hand, as if saying no big deal. “Raph here is the one who brought out the real shine. Quite literally, too, he waxed the floor.”

You look down and sure enough, the wooden boards are shiny, slightly squeaky against your shoes even.

“You really went all out, huh,” you say, and Raph sheepishly chuckles.

Smiling, your eyes jump from one turtle to the next until they finally land on Leo, and you slightly clench your jaw at the heat you know is spreading on your face, unable to stop it.

“Well, you deserve it,” Leo says with a grin.

“Especially after being done with classes,” Mikey adds.

”True, but you guys deserve this too! You’re literally helping people and protecting the city all the time.”

They look at each other and nod in agreement.

For a second, you think Leo is going to say something, as he gives you what must be the third once-over since you’ve arrived. But he remains silent. You hope your outfit choice isn’t weird…

“Alright,” you exclaim, both to distract from your current thoughts and to fill the silence. “Now that we know how proud we are of each other, how about we start? I’m actually starving.”

— — —

You take the last bite from your brownie just as the credits start rolling.

”Ah, what a classic,” Donnie says with a content sigh, and he and Raph get into an argument about what fight scene from the movie was the best.

You sigh at the delicious treat melting on your tongue, savouring it.

”You like them?” Leo asks from his spot next to you with an amused smile.

”I love them! They’re so good,” you reply, turning to look at Mikey. “Compliments to the chef.”

Since Mikey is the one to usually cook and bake out of the group, you assumed it was him who made the brownies.

“Actually,” he says as he stands up to stretch, “The chef is right there.”

You look to where he’s pointing: next to you, to Leo.

“You made them?” you ask genuinely.

“I mean, Mikey helped,” Leo says with a slight shrug.” But, yeah.”

”He made them for you,” you hear Mikey say, and your head whips around back to Mikey.

”What?” you ask.

You look back to Leo, who’s giving his youngest brother a panicked glare, while Mikey sticks his tongue out at him.

Suddenly, the room is silent. Raph and Donnie stopped their discussion and once again, the atmosphere has abruptly shifted. You open your mouth to say something, but nothing comes out, as your brain is reeling. Did Mikey just mean what you think he meant? What you… hope he meant? And what was with Leo’s reaction and lack of sassy comeback?

You turn back to the turtle in question and meet his eyes, the slightest rise of your eyebrows indicating you’re expectant of an explanation. All five stages of grief seem to pass over Leo’s face in the matter of a split second, and he looks at such a loss for words that you almost burst out laughing. The fact that he isn't teasing you or dropping some corny one-liner at his brother’s comment to play along, is proof that there’s something else there. Your confidence from earlier that day resurfaces, and as you decide to tease him a little (because those chances are rare), you lean back slightly onto your hands. One quick glance to the side and you realise the other turtles are long gone.

”For me, huh?” you say in a teasing tone. “You wanted to impress me that much?”

He wants to play along so badly, tease you back. If only he knew that just with a grin and a touch he would disarm you entirely. Instead, he goes the rare honest route, and gives you a short nod.

”I did, actually.”

That’s not the response you were expecting. You slightly lean forward to sit upright again, taking a second or two to word your response properly, unable to tear away your eyes from his.

”Well, you did. But you do know that you don’t need some grand gesture to impress me or make me like you, right?”

He chuckles, visibly relaxing his shoulders, leaning in ever so slightly.

“I’m just that extra and you know it.”

You hum, bringing your hands into your lap, and you look down at them. You really hope he can’t hear your heart pounding against your ribs.

“And is there a reason in particular you wanted to impress me?” you ask him, voice significantly smaller.

“As a matter of fact, there is,” he replies just as gently.

Leo’s hand inches closer to yours until his fingertips brush over your knuckles, and it sends a tingly shiver up your arm and down your spine. You involuntarily take in a sharp breath through your teeth and look up at him. You were not ready to be met with the sweetest, most vulnerable expression on his face. All words leave your brain.

“And?” is all you manage after a moment.

Equally unable to put his feelings into words, Leo chooses the next best thing. By now, you’re both so close to each other that you can feel his breath fanning over your cheek. He quickly closes the gap, and his lips meet yours. The kiss is soft and warm and sweet and for the amount of pining you’ve both endured, it’s not enough.

Your hands travel up to cup Leo’s face, but he suddenly goes “hm!” like he just remembered something and pulls back, holding you by your shoulders. You give him a confused pout; it was just about to get good.

”I forgot to ask: will you be my Valentine?”

That is so massively out of the blue (pun unintended), that you can’t help the hearty laugh coming out of you.

“A little late to ask that now, isn’t it?” you ask with a chuckle, running your fingers over his jawline.

”You know what they say, better late than never,” he replies with a shrug, leaning into your touch.

You lift your chin ever so slightly to look at him through half-lidded eyes.

”I bet that whoever said that wasn’t in this particular predicament.”

With that, you pull him back to you, kissing him more intensely this time, and he understands. Your tongue meets his, and his kisses taste like chocolate. You only pull back ever so slightly for a moment to take a breather, both of you panting.

“And for the record,” you say between breaths, essentially whispering the words into his skin. “The answer is yes. I will be your Valentine, if you’ll be mine.”

Finally, he sports his signature smirk.

“As if you even need to ask,” is all he remarks before capturing your lips again.

One of his hands snakes around your back, pressing you to him, while he balances the weight on the other, leaning you back onto the pillows so he can climb on top of you.

However long you have the room for, wherever his brothers are… Leo is set on using this chance with you to the fullest while uninterrupted.

— — —

Bonus:

The other turtle brothers have been spying through the crack of the door until you started making out. After carefully closing it, they move a little further down the empty hallway.

Raph pumps his fist in the air as a sign of victory, Mikey holds Donnie by the shoulders, shaking him back and forth with a silent squeal. But now that the plan worked, and you and Leo are busy… what are they supposed to do?

The three silently look at each other in the dark hallway for a moment, until Mikey looks at Donnie.

”So… you got games on your phone?”

~~~~~

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lupinmoonlight · 1 year

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Submission Part 2: Establishing Rules

Masterlist AO3 Submission Part 1 Submission Part 3: Obedience

Summary - You finally gather up the courage to approach Professor Lupin and share with him your desire to give up control to him. He agrees to take on that role for you, but not without establishing clear rules and boundaries.

Warnings - teacher/student relationship, heavy D/s undertones, professor/sir kink, rules, mention of pushing limits, mention of safeword, self-degradation, mention of masturbation, my grammar.

Notes - It is NOT necessary to read part 1 to read this part. I don't know what this is, but I am planning to make this extremely kinky so brace yourselves. I am also aware that this is very out of character for Lupin, but it's nice to have a little fun with him :')

It had become an obsession now. An unhealthy obsession. Every night, once everyone in the dormitory had drifted off to sleep, you would slip a hand down your pyjamas, touching yourself to the thoughts of your professor bending you over his desk, gripping your hips as he rammed into you, telling you to take it and calling you a good girl. It was wrong, so very wrong and filthy. But you loved it. You wanted him to take control of you, to dominate you. You were so desperate for it that you would take anything he'd give you.

In his classroom, it was even worse. Though you attempted to maintain some form of self-control, your body betrayed your inner turmoil. The slightest instruction from him would cause your cheeks to flush crimson and a familiar warmth to spread through your core to the point you sometimes had to excuse yourself to the bathroom to regain your composure. It was pathetic. You were pathetic. The feeling of self-loathing was inescapable.

But even so, you found yourself at the professor's office door. Your body seemed to possess a will of its own, determined to get what it craved the most: submission. You were terrified. What were you going to tell him? What would he say? Was he even capable of all the things you imagined him doing to you? He was the kindest and softest man you'd ever encountered. Surely, he would gaze at you with his gentle eyes, wearing an expression of concern, and wonder if you had been cursed or something. But you didn't care. It was your last year at Hogwarts and you had nothing to lose, except maybe your dignity.

With a gentle knock, the wooden door creaked open, revealing the towering figure who held your thoughts captive.

"Y/N! Good to see you. Is everything alright?"

He was already concerned. Great.

"Professor. Yes, everything is okay. I just wanted to talk to you about something," you lied.

"Of course. Come in, come in!" he said warmly.

You tentatively walked in, your knees already about to give out when the scent of him filled your nostrils. It was intoxicating.

"Cup of tea? I was just about to make myself one," he asked.

"Please, that would be great," you lied again as you sat in the chair facing his desk.

"So, what can I help you with?" he asked as he placed two steaming cups of earl grey tea on his desk before taking a seat in front of you.

You didn't know what to say. Suddenly your mind was blank and you were ready to bolt out. You took a sip of your tea to give yourself time to regain your composure and set the cup back on the desk a bit harder than intended.

"I-I haven't been…feeling myself lately…" you began.

He stayed quiet, studying your face and giving you time to continue, but you couldn't find the words. How could you tell your professor to use you, dominate you, degrade you, hurt you, love you in an appropriate and respectful manner? You couldn't.

As if sensing the seriousness of the situation, he flicked his wand casually to ward the door of his office, his eyes never leaving you.

"I don't want to be in control anymore," you finally blurted out without thinking. You closed your eyes shut and held your breath, bracing yourself for the worst.

He was quiet. Too quiet. And you felt stupid. You could feel the tension in the air, almost suffocating you. You wanted to leave, to obliviate him and yourself and go back to your pathetic fantasies.

"Look at me," his voice had changed, now carrying an authoritative tone that you hadn't heard before. You opened your eyes, hesitantly meeting his gaze. The warmth in his eyes was still there, but there was a new intensity as well.

"Can you explain what you mean by 'not wanting to be in control anymore'?" he asked, his tone surprisingly even.

You took a shaky breath and tried to put your feelings into words. "I-I want someone else to take charge. I want to be told what to do. I want to give up control, but to someone I trust."

His silence stretched for what seemed like an eternity, the tension in the room almost palpable. His gaze softened for a moment, and then his expression darkened. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his desk, his eyes piercing through you.

"You're very brave to come to me with this," he said, his eyes searching yours for understanding. "I understand that this is a significant and personal request."

He paused, considering his words carefully before continuing. "If you truly mean what I think you mean, it is highly inappropriate for a professor to engage in such a relationship with a student," he continued, his tone serious.

"However, I appreciate the trust you place in me and am willing to provide you with the guidance and structure that you need," he said sternly. "If you truly want me to take control, then I need you to understand that this isn't just about fulfilling your fantasies. This is a responsibility, and I take it seriously."

You swallowed hard, feeling a sense of relief that he didn't reject you. All you could do was nod slowly, unable to even look at him.

"Good," he said, his tone softening lightly. "Before we proceed any further, there are a few things I need to make clear," he began, "this is a choice you've made, and you have the right to change your mind at any time. I will only proceed if you are fully comfortable and consenting to everything we discuss."

Your heart was threatening to burst out of your chest. You nodded again. You didn't trust your voice. You didn't even trust yourself not to combust if you looked up at him, so you kept your eyes trained on the desk.

"There will be boundaries and rules that must be adhered to. For the sake of maintaining our professional relationship, these rules will differ inside and outside of the classroom," he continued, his tone shifting to a more authoritative one.

"From now on, in the classroom, you will address me as 'Professor Lupin' and behave as any other student would. No special treatment, no exceptions," he continued, his voice unwavering.

"Outside of the classroom, when we are alone, you will address me as 'Sir.' You will follow my instructions and adhere to the boundaries we set. Should you ever feel uncomfortable or wish to discuss any aspect of our arrangement, you will do so respectfully and openly."

You nodded, your pulse quickening at the thought of addressing him as 'Sir.'

He stood up and walked around the desk, stopping just a few feet away from you. "Furthermore, our arrangement will never interfere with your studies or safety. You will be expected to complete your assignments, attend classes, and maintain your grades. I will not tolerate disobedience or dishonesty, and if you fail to meet my expectations, there will be consequences."

He paused for a moment, allowing his words to sink in. "Do you understand and accept these terms?"

"Yes," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Yes what?" he pressed, seemingly unsatisfied with your answer.

"Yes, Sir," you quickly corrected yourself, feeling a thrill at the simple act of addressing him in this new way.

"Good," he said, his voice softening slightly as he returned to his seat.

He looked at you intently, gauging your reaction. "You must understand that I will not hurt you in any way that you don't explicitly consent to. This means that we will establish a safeword or signal, something that you can use to communicate your need to stop or pause our interactions. This will be a non-negotiable aspect of our arrangement. The safeword will be 'chocolate'."

Your heart pounded in your chest, but you managed to nod, understanding the importance of his words, although you didn't think you would need a safeword. You didn't want one. You wanted to give yourself up completely, but you knew better than to argue.

"You are expected to maintain the highest level of discretion regarding our arrangement, as it is important to maintain the integrity of the student-teacher relationship in the eyes of others," he added, pausing to look you in the eye.

"I understand, Sir," you agreed, feeling a little intimidated but also excited.

"While you are under my guidance," he continued, his voice deepening with authority, "you will follow my instructions without question. You must trust me completely to provide the structure you need."

"Lastly" he said, his voice firm, "know that I will be pushing your limits, but I will always prioritize your well-being. If at any point you wish to end this arrangement, you have the right to do so without judgment or negative consequences."

You looked into his eyes, seeing the sincerity and care behind his words, and felt a new sense of trust and connection forming between the two of you. It felt surreal. You had been fantasizing about this, obsessing over this. But now that it was happening, you were suddenly terrified. Terrified of disappointing him, of not being good enough.

"Come here," he commanded, gesturing towards himself. You obeyed, your heart pounding as you stepped closer to him. He shifted in his chair, parting his legs for you to stand between them. You felt the heat rising to your cheeks. You had to fight yourself not to drop to your knees right then and there.

"Look at me," he instructed, tilting your chin up with his fingers. You raised your eyes to meet his, they were warm yet there was a darkness in them, a subtle reminder of his control over you. "Tomorrow in class, I want you to wear your hair up, so I can see your neck. It will serve as a reminder of our arrangement. Do you understand?"

You nodded, your breath hitching at the thought of exposing your neck just for him. "Yes, Sir."

"Additionally, you are to meet me at my quarters after dinner," he continued. "Be punctual and prepared. Is that understood?"

You swallowed hard, the anticipation growing inside you. "Yes, Sir,"

He held your gaze for a moment longer, then released your chin. With a flick of his wand, he removed the ward from the door. "You may go now," he said, his voice returning to the softness you were familiar with. "Remember our rules and your instructions."

Feeling flustered, you managed a quiet "Thank you, Sir," before turning to leave the room. As you stepped out into the hallway, your legs felt weak, and your heart raced. This was really happening, and the thought both thrilled and terrified you.

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brandnewhuman · 2 years

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First of all, just found your blog. Legit the definition of perfection 🥰 *Chef's kiss*

Also can I request Jason, Thomas and Vincent with their s/o accidentally seducing them? Like, oh wearing a soft pink nightgown with cutesy bows, not knowing that'syour slashy bois weakness? Them's be horny Oops.

Please and thank you!!

Ps. Don't feel like you have to do this if you don't want to! I just really like your writing!

SEDUCING THE

SLASHY BABES

☆STARRING☆

Vincent Sinclair ☆ aka pretty wax man

Thomas Hewitt ☆ aka scary chonky babe

Jason Voorhees ☆ big forest daddy

CONTENT:

Tw: where do I even fucking start. Mature language, NSFW, tiniest amount of smut, canon violence, mentions of murder, maybe blood? Size kink?

A/N: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR REQUESTS AND FOR ALL THE NICE WORDS OMG. Now, I have to excuse myself for taking so long for this requests but once again I've been very busy with my upcoming trip and all the planning ecc so that's why it's taking me so long with everything. That and the fact that my brain is fighting for his life everytime I have to write something using a somewhat decent grammar and simultaneously put some creativity in it. That being said, I hope you little horny gremlin enjoy this

VINCENT SINCLAIR:

The things we make this man go through. Mate is fighting for his life out here

It has been a couple of days that Vincent had been so busy he only stopped working when he was literally too tired

You, besides being worried out of your mind, were bored too.

You couldn't really force Vincent into rest cause there has been a unusual amount of visitors lately and you knew that bodies tend to rot quickly during this time of the year so deep down you understood that Vincent had to work faster and harder than usual

And that means not being able to spend time together, which was torture for the both of you.

Since you didn't had anything else to do you decided to clean your room and organise your stuff

While putting away clothes ecc you found one of your favourites nightgowns

It was the most beautiful piece of clothing you had.

The silky material was ornate with details in lace and it fitted perfectly, wrapping your body tight enough to outline all your forms. The colour made stand up your soft skin

When you were done cleaning you decided to take a warm bath and pamper yourself a little bit using every little thing you had for skincare. Once you were out the bathroom your skin was glowing, your gorgeous nightgown was making you look prettier than ever and your sweet scent trailed after you as you made your way towards Vinny's workshop

"Vinny dear?? Are you there??" Your scent was filling the air around him, pulling his mind out of what he was doing.

At soon as he saw you he could've sworn you looked like an angel

Now why would you that to this POOR MAN

he kept staring at you while the feeling of his head getting lightheaded started to make a blur out of his thoughts

He's fighting for his spot in heaven right here

"Vincent?? Are you okay??" Your voice was so smooth and the way you cupped his masked cheeks while looking at him with such an intense stare YOU KNEW WHAT YOU WERE DOING DIDN'T YOU? YOU AND YOUR USUAL FOUL BEHAVIOUR ARE GOING TO KILL HIM ONE DAY

he was literally frozen in place. He could feel a familiar warm sensation burning in his chest as he looked at you but it seemed like his limbs didn't want to collaborate with his mind

Every single thought was plague by you and your image making impossible to even think straight

And to be honest only a small part of his thoughts could be considered decent

You, however, apparently oblivious about the effect you were having on him, just gifted one of your sweetest smiles

"Why don't you take a break baby?? You must be tired…besides you're almost done. A little rest won't do bad to anyone, am I right?" You kept caressing softly and gently his chest up and down, tilting your head slightly and looking right at him in the eyes

He felt his breath shortened and all he could muster as an answer was a shy nod.

He literally felt he could melt in your hands at any given moment

Got bruv here thirsting over you without even trying WHAT SORT OF WITCHERY IS THIS

you breathed out a small giggling at how he was reacting. You genuinely were not doing anything on purpose

You took him by the hand, intertwining your fingers with his and pulling him towards the small bed that he had there

Once you were in front of it you turned to face him and slowly with your free hand you took off his mask

"You must be so tired…my poor love, now I'll take care of it"

That tone of voice, your fingers brushing against the skin of his face? Damn…double homicide right there

Before you could pull your hand away he gently grasped your wrist

YOU KNOW THAT THING OSCAR ISAAC DID TO JESSICA CHASTAIN? LIKE WHEN HE KISSED HER ARM? WELL PICTURE THAT BUT IT'S VINCENT LITERALLY KISSING THE INSIDE OF YOUR WRIST

now you were the one shivering in your fucking timbers

His other hand freed herself from yours to find her home on the small of your back, pulling you closer

There was so much tension that you felt dizzy but in a good way, to keep balance you placed your hands on his chest and tried to think about something to say before catching fire spontaneously

"I…today was kinda hot, I thought that this would've been more appropriate to…wear" you practically breathed out the sentence

Appropriate? APPROPRIATE?

Your eyes darted from his mouth to his eyes, you two were so close you could feel the growing bulge in his pants hitting against you making your insides and your intimate parts twitch of pleasure and anticipation

He now placed both hands on your sides and his thumbs traced circles feeling the smooth and soft material underneath, taking few steps forward making you go backwards until the back of your knees hitted the bed making you lose balance and fall on your back onto the soft surface

I can assure you that both of you are now having small horny brain thoughts

You looked up at him, adjusting your position slightly. Your hands fidgeting with the hem of the gown as you teased him by painfully slowly lifting up enough to show a peak of your underwear

Hid calloused hands found place on top of your knees just to part your legs gently to position his frame between them

You immediately pulled yourself straight up again without breaking eye contact.

"If you want that…you have to earn it. After all you have been hiding here for weeks…you have to make up for it dear"

How could he resist when your velvet voice was so intoxicating and your gaze so compelling

He tried to hide the smirk that tugged on the corners of his mouth while he quickly started to tie his hair up.

Mate didn't even had took in consideration saying no

BESTIE CONGRATULATIONS YOU GOT EATEN OUT BY VINCENT SINCLAIR FUCK YEAH LETS GOOOOO

Just LISTEN OKAY imagine those hands gripping your thighs while he's working his magic down there and when you manage to keep your eyes from rolling to back of your brain long enough to look at him he's eyes meet yours and he has that LUSTFUL TYPE OF GAZE BRO I-

If this man ever starts to tie his hair to eat me out i would fold like a fucking papersheet

Once you both will be done, while you're sleeping he's definitely going to draw you in that nightgown cause he wants to burned into his brain how fucking beautiful you look right now

THOMAS HEWITT:

To be fair you always wear nightgowns cause the texas heat is some serious matter

Every nightgowns you wear however is very simple and nothing special

This one you're wearing tonight however? It's the nicest and prettiest one you have. It hugs your body so perfectly that it would be a crime to not wear it

So after you chose to disturb Thomas's inner peace by wearing that you waited for him to get in bed

You were brushing your hair, sitting in front of the vanity mirror when you noticed Thomas getting in

"Oh hi Tommy!! Are you ready for bed??" You turned and you could say you turned something else too OKAY NO STOP ENOUGH I SWEAR

Thomas was exhausted by a whole day of chasing victims and chopping them. All he wanted was to clean up, get ready for bed and crush right next to you while holding you close

This MAN PURE INTENTIONS ARE BEING MINED BY YOUR SEDUCTIVE FOUL CLOTHES

He found somehow enough concentration to tilt his head as if asking why were you wearing that

"Oh! The other ones need to be washed and I thought this would do at least for tonight. You don't like it, don't you?" You fidget with your fingers anxiously. You genuinely thought he was upset by it cause it's definitely one of your less modest gowns

Never has he been this fast in answering something. My man was moving at speed of light to reach you and tell you he did in fact like it

And then you had to get up and cause the biggest brain lag in history

His hands were moving on their own as his fingers gently tugged on the soft material to feel it. He couldn't even explain why this nightgown in particular was so mesmerising.

Maybe it was the combination of your intoxicating scent, how soft and perfect it make look your skin or maybe it was just that his never ending love for you had an equal amount of sinful lust to contrast with it

You just watched him smiling in relief of knowing he did like it.

Now that you took a good look at him you noticed how tired he looks

"Tommy we should head to bed…you look tired" you brought his hands to your cheeks as you looked at him in the eyes

You're right about the head but not to be- IM SORRY I PROMISE I'LL STOP

Every trace of tiredness was now long forgotten, his brain was occupied with very explicit thoughts about either ripping apart your nightgown or keep it for recreational purposes if you know what I mean

His hands moved a strand of hair out of your face before gripping your sides to lift you up, carrying you on his shoulder as he headed towards the bed

You let out a gasp of surprise. You didn't have the time to steady yourself until you had already been placed on the bed. He was caging you under him, both arms at each side of your head and both knees at your sides

His broad shoulders were all you could see as you looked up blushing brutally

You could almost see the shade of smirk spreading on his face under the mask

"Hey wait, you have to sleep! We can do all of this lat"

No, NO WE CAN'T Y/N. NOW OR NEVER

So basically he just shuts your mouth by kissing you, the roughness of the mask edges in contrast with his tenderness made your whole body fill with butterflies

Your hands moved immediately finding place in Tommy's surprisingly soft hair

He forced himself to break the kiss to catch breath, his whole frame straightened up towering over you as he sat on his knees

You groan in disapproval trying to pull him back but immediately stopped when you saw what he was doing

There was a moment of hesitation as his shaky hands went to the back of his head to unlock the mask

He just felt his face would ruin the whole mood. You looked so beautiful and he was just well

You didn't waste a minute as swiftly pulled yourself up and helped him in getting the mask off. There's nothing you more love than when he allows to see his face

As soon as the mask was off he was already regretting everything and all the confidence he had a minute ago was gone as he started to back away and avoid your eyes

PLEASE GIVE HIM A SMOOCH OR SOMETHING OR I WILL CRY WITH HIM

After you give him all the reassurance and nice words he needs and deserves he would feel so much better

In fact he feels that much better he is horny again

LEAVE MY MAN ALONE. HE HAS NEVER THE OPPORTUNITY TO BE THIS HORNY ON MAIN

just picture this: the feeling of those big and rough hands touching and feeling every part of your soft body while he's basically bruising your fucking lungs from the inside by how deep and hard he thrust BUT IT'S NOT LIKE SUPER FAST CAUSE HE KNOWS YOU LIKED IT SLOW AND YOU MAY NEED MORE TIME AND ATTENTION THAN HE DOES

AND ALL OF THIS WHILE KISSING YOU SO YOU BOTH CAN'T MAKE NOISES AND WAKE THE WHOLE HOUSE UP

you'll duckwalk for a week at least and everytime someone asks you if you're okay in front of Tommy both of you SINFUL FUCKERS CAN'T STOP SMILING

You may or may not want to wear that nightgown more often. It depends on how many times you want Thomas to rearrange your insides

JASON VOORHEES:

Were you another person, this unholy stuff? Death sentence right there.

But since we're here living our best life as the main character you're the one being the menace here

Why would you wear that IN HIS CHRISTIAN HOUSEHOLD

You tried to wait on the couch until he came back but you ended up falling asleep.

Fate wants that you also decided to wear one of your most scrumdiddlyumptious nightgowns.

You wanted to wear something nice that could make you feel better since lately your self esteem has been acting up

Who would've thought the slasher of simps and sinful teens, the one who thinks about the "I WANT A CHURCH GIRL THAT GOES TO CHURCH" vine unironically would have big horny brain thoughts

He knew you were on the couch cause the lamp near it was on. He approached you quietly assuming you were sleeping and not wanting to wake you up

What he saw..oh lawd have mercy

Your upper body was facing towards the ceiling while your knees were pointing to the right as your waist was partially turned on the side. Your hands were gently resting on your stomach, going up and down as you slowly breathed.

You looked ethereal as the dim warm light of the lamp casted shadows over your perfect and peaceful features

Everything standed out because of that beautiful nightgown that was dangerously short and see-through

Babe got his mind fighting for its life against the hornyness.

He was mesmerised by the sight in front of him, part of him feeling ashamed for the course some of his thoughts were taking. The other half was in heavenly hell

When I tell you he's about to fucking cry

As he goes closer to you he can sense his spot in heaven being revoked.

Very lightly and softly his fingertips brush against the silky fabric of the nightgown, not resisting the urge to touch it.

He pulls back his hand immediately almost as if he just got burned

It was probably god giving him a head boink for being horny

He holds his hand to his chest as he breathes heavily trying to steady his racing heart as he eyed your whole sleeping form

You must've sense something I your sleep cause you stirred a little bit before waking up and smiling at him with your gaze still sleepy

You didn't even asked him what he was doing or why he was kneeling, you just reached a hand out for him to hold while you shifted on the couch to make space for him

He knew that if he got to you any closer than this he would either die or fall for his foul thoughts so instead he just shared his head and standed up gesturing to his dirty clothes so you could know he was going to clean up first

"Okay…don't take too long though" that's all you said before getting up. You stretched making the hem of the nightgown go a little bit more up than it already was

Before heading towards the bedroom you got on your tiptoes and planted a kiss on his masked cheek leaving Jason in a state of dizziness

He noticed he was holding his breath when as soon as you were gone He exhaled in relief

Bro was this close of having a stroke with all of this sinful fuckery

He thanked God you didn't notice either the awkward boner CAUSE LORD IF YOU DID HE WOULD'VE JUST REMOVED HIMSELF FROM EARTH

Even if he didn't enjoyed this one bit and the whole time he felt the shame of what he was doing hanging from his head, he had to take care of himself before going to sleep next to you

However the shame and the guilt was forgotten when his mind lingered on the images of you and your nightgown

Admittedly that would be something he would think about for a long time. Or at least until he manages to get the courage to do more intimate stuff with you

Plenty of prayers were said that night before bed

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neyslover · 1 year

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Can I please make one were Neymar gets mad that I missed his game bc I went out to drink with friends instead so we get into a very heated argument and I end up fixing things in a very spicy way 🌶️

(My Name is Valentina or just vale for short also excuse my very trash grammar lol)

ofc!!

PSG was playing against Bordeaux today, and i completely forgot about it.

my friends were going out today, and i already told them i would go.

one missed match wouldn’t do anything, right?

i was wrong.

i came back home very late to see neymar on the couch, looking really mad and sad.

“is everything okay, ney?” i asked.

once he didn’t give me an answer, i knew he was mad. i couldn’t deal with this now, not when i was tipsy, but i had no choice but to.

“ney? baby?” i stood in front of him, blocking his view from the tv.

he moved me to the side, continuing to watch his tv show.

“are you mad?” i asked, feeling guilty.

“what do you think?” he wasn’t necessarily screaming at me, but it was obvious that he was extremely irritated.

“i’m sorry, ney, i didn’t think it would matter-“

“you didn’t think it would matter?” he scoffed, “vale, you know how important you are to me, and how important your presence is.”

“ney, it was just one match! you’re being over dramatic. you still won, you scored twice, even!”

“you think that’s because you weren’t there, or something? you didn’t come to support me, and that’s what hurts the most!”

“i won’t always be there to support you, neymar! i won’t live forever! i won’t stay healthy forever! maybe my health will get so bad that i won’t be able to go to your matches for months, is this how you’ll act every time?”

“i can’t believe you, right now.” he stood up, “i’m going to bed.”

i gave him a bit to cool off, and started sobering up a bit.

i walked up to our room, and to no one’s surprise, he was wide awake. he was sitting up scrolling through his phone.

“ney, i swear i’m so sorry.” i walked up to him, sitting on his lap, “i won’t do it again, i promise.”

“why did you do it?” he whispered, his voice trembling, “all my teammates had people there to congratulate them when we won except me. i wanted you to be there so bad.”

“i know, baby, i wanted to be there too. i promised my friends i would go so long ago, i didn’t know there was a match. i was watching it the whole time, i kept cheering you on like usual.”

“i need you there with me all the time.” he admitted, laying his forehead against mine, “never do it again.”

“i won’t.” i kissed him.

he deepened the kiss and flipped us over.

“maybe now you won’t forget to show up, vale.”

let’s just say that tomorrow i wasn’t able to walk properly.

#football #football imagine #football one shot #futbol #neymar #neymar jr #neymar imagines #neymar junior #neymar x reader #neyslover

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octopotto · 11 months

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General Yandere! Silver Headcanons (TWST)

OCTO NOTE: SILVER DIDN'T COME HOME SO HERE'S HOW I'M COPING 😭😭

Late headcanons for the birthday boy!

Warnings: NOT PROOF-READ, the grammar here is a warning itself, Yandere behaviour, soft yandere, obsession, OOC madness, unhealthy behaviours, Lilia is an enabler, this is like a week late lol

**WILL CONTAIN SPOILERS FOR TWISTED WONDERLAND

REMINDER: Yandere behaviour of any kind is unhealthy behaviour. It should not be something to seek out in real life. If you are experiencing any sort of inappropriate behaviour, please contact help/seek out help.

**The reader will ALWAYS be Gender-Neutral!

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- Soft

- So soft

- Like the softest

- And the goodest of boys

- Like why is he even going to NRC??

- Probably only attends NRC because of Malleus and Lilia like he legit does not fit in lmaoo

- Out of all of the TWST guys, he’s probably the most tamed and humane yandere out of all of them (which makes sense tbh).

- You guys could’ve met in many ways due to what the MC has to go through (thanks to a certain deadbeat crow).

- Silvers reaction to you at first could end up two ways:

One: After asking you if you’ve seen Malleus anywhere, he just moves on with his duties. This would be a slow-type of process. He would also lean towards the oblivious side when it comes to his feelings for you.

Two: it’s love at first sight.

- Going off the 2nd reason mentioned, since Silver is mostly likely the descendant/based on Aurora and Prince Phillip, he could technically fit into the ‘Disney-Princess stereotype’: where the princess would fall in love with a person who is kind to them.

- Regardless of either scenario mentioned, Silver is not the type to act on his feelings right away. He’s self-aware about how he feels about you, but wouldn’t be the type of person to go up to you and say “It’s meant to be!” Or “You’re my prince/ss! And we’re going to live happily ever after! UwU *sunshine and rainbows* *singing birds*”

- Silver knows that he likes you so he would seek out your company in order to get to know you better. Whether it be for lunch, studying, or just talking to you, he will make sure to spend time with you when he can.

- He’s just going to end up sleeping on your shoulder anyways lol.

- Sliver: *Literally almost collapsing on the ground while hanging out together* 😌😪😴😴

- You: *Wanting to wake him up but not having the heart to after seeing how peaceful he looks* 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

- Silver is also the type to use old-fashioned ways to win you over.

- Advice from his ever so-loving and caring father Lilia of course—

- Flowers sent by his little bird friends with a note containing romantic poems, tried greeting you with a little kiss on your hand, holding the door for you even if you you’re not even near the door yet (awkward loving eye contact while you’re speed walking to the door)

- You get the idea

- Speaking of Lilia, I 100% believe that he would enable Silver to act on his yandere tendencies (whether it’s on purpose or not).

- I mean cmon, if you were in Lilia’s shoes wouldn’t you want your own child to be happy with the one they love the most?

- Even if it’s illegal but who’s asking?

- He’s probably just doing this for the wedding that he totally did not plan in advance whaa—??

- Also, Silver probably doesn’t develop any yandere tendencies until the middle of y’all’s relationship tbh.

- If he does develop yandere tendencies before or early in the process, it’s most likely due to Lilia’s influence.

- Like I mentioned before, Silver is most likely the best— if not the BEST— yandere to end up with based on his overall personality.

- I know that yandere tendencies can lead characters to act ooc but for Silver, the stereotypical yandere is too extreme for his type of person.

- DOES NOT EXCUSE THE BEHAVIOURS OR ACTS.

- Again, very soft and gentle

- Would treat you with soft caresses and kisses, especially when cuddling.

- Would never use brutal force or inflict any sort of harm on you unless it’s by accident.

- Silver can’t and won’t harm you as it would put your life in jeopardy (doesn’t matter what it is).

- Daily naps always

- If you’re sleeping, he’s sleeping

- If he’s sleeping, you’re sleeping (or just lying there)

- Silver just can’t help but sleep in your presence. It’s not that you’re boring no way, you just give off this peaceful aura that enormously makes him sleepy.

- Basically when you’re around he has the best naps in the world.

- He rather sleeps in your dorm than his own just because of you. He’s probably seen the evolution of Ramshackle depending on when he acted on his feelings.

- Lilia just hanging upside down on a nearby branch, watching y’all from the distance and cooing how cute you guys are: 🥰🥰🙃🙃🥰🥰

- If there’s ever a joint class between the 1st and 2nd years, the teachers always make sure that you two are apart.

- Much to Lilia’s dismay if he hears about this.

- Because when you’re around, Silver ain’t getting nothing done. Not when your soft shoulder is the best pillow he has ever laid his head on.

- Besides your lap ofc—

- Also, a good listener!

- If you have a problem or you need to rant to someone, Silver is your guy.

- He doesn’t mind at all (he really likes your voice, happy or pissed off).

- Just don’t tell him specific details or else something might happen (and it won’t be pretty).

- He adores quality time as well as physical contact with you. Holding hands, sleeping next to each other, etc.

- He loves it when you play with his hair. He would intentionally lay his head down on your lap so you have easier access to his hair.

- Remember when Vil braided Silver's bangs back for the Fairy Gala Remix event?

- If you can do that, Silver will always go to you to do his hair.

- He would definitely let you experiment with his hair as well.

- Ponytails, pigtails, a little bun, he’ll love it all if it’s done by you.

- He would even let you dye his hair as well if you wanted.

- Hell, if you mentioned that you find long hair attractive, Rapunzel better watch out, she’s now competing with a sleepy-simp.

- If we’re going to dive into spoiler territory, it’s most likely won’t change the story lol.

- For Book 7, even if Malleus gives Silver his happily ever after with you, he still wouldn’t be happy.

- Silver might be ecstatic that you reciprocated his feelings, but he would rather have this in the real world instead.

- Not in a toxic dream world that Malleus made up due to overblot.

- Hell, I don’t even believe that dream would come true because Yuu is in another place entirely due to Malleus influence.

- Which motivates Silver to fix this problem even more.

- So happy to find you alright.

- Overall, Silver is just a huge simp for you.

- Not really violent unless necessary.

- Very loving and caring

- Will do everything in his power to make you happy.

- Best boi no debates

- TLDR: Silver’s a bottom lol

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OCTO NOTES: Okay I know this wasn’t really yandere but I feel that it would be too OOC for Silver.

Anyways! Thanks for reading <33 This is the first time that I wrote for Silver.

Also THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE 14 LIKES ON MY CLOUD STRIFE HEADCANONS!!❤️❤️ I LEGIT SCREAMED WHEN I SAW 1 LIKE LOL

I’ll work on part 2 of his headcanons soon don’t worry! Again thank you all so much!!

Heres the Cloud Strife headcanons if you're curious: Yandere! Cloud Strife HC's (Platonic)

#tw yandere #yandere #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #cw yandere #yandere silver #yandere silver twst #twst silver #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland imagines #twst imagines #twst scenarios #twst headcanons #soft yandere #male yandere #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere diasomnia #yandere scenarios

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Dirty little secret

Summary: You were Wanda's dirty little secret.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Powers!! Feamle Reader - Wanda Mazimoff x Vision

Warnings: Cheating, mentions of sex, angst, drama, internalize homophobia, mentions, brief mentions of suicidal thoughts.

Author's note: This has been bothering me for quite some time and I just have to put it out there. This was supposed to be the prelude for a story I'm working on that it's going to be...pure angst . So hope you like it.

Please remember English is not my mother tongue so forgive the grammar, spelling and funny mistakes. Enjoy the reading!

Part of the series - A Heart Made of Glass

Dirty little secret

Your world stopped for a moment.

The people around you became blurry images of reality while their words became lousy and meaningless in your ears. You weren’t supposed to see those images, it was an accident; you had come here laughing and joking with Clint, Tony and Natasha betting over who had eaten the last of the peanut butter and jam.

Of course, what better proof that the footage Friday had of every single spot in the compound. Which led the four of you to the control room to find the culprit of such a crime.

The footage played, and you weren’t supposed to see any of it.

If things had gone according to her plan, you would have never found out about it until it was probably too late, or she finally got bored of you. Of playing with you. Of you being her dirty little secret. Your limbs were heavy at your side, and your chest was breaking slowly while the air left your lungs.

Your eyes were prickling and soon you discovered the blurry images you were seeing were in fact the result of the tears rolling down your cheeks at the moment.

Everything happened in slow motion, and you couldn’t stop seeing Wanda Maximoff having a very heated make out session with Vision until…the result was obvious. You didn’t need to see anything else, but you stayed and heard as Tony spoke of Vision and his latest adventure with one Wanda Maximoff. How the both of them had been going out and were starting a strange, if nice, relationship.

“Well, strange but I guess Wanda deserves to be happy, and she was looking kinda weird as of late. Glad she found someone to be happy with, right Y/N?” Clint asked innocently enough, you clenched your fists closed lowering your head.

“Yeah, glad to know she is finally happy.” You didn’t mean for your voice to sound the way it did.

Tony and Clint turned to you slightly surprised, but it was Natasha the one who spurred into action by standing behind you her hand tenderly placed on your shoulder.

“Y/N…” She started and you winced jerking away from her touch.

“I need to…I…I gotta go.”

You left and Tony and Clint wouldn’t understand why until it was too late.

Natasha didn’t even wait to give explanations; she followed you without a single thought. The compound was empty that day, it was a nice day without any missions or any important repressed job they needed to fulfill. Wanda had left early in the morning, her excuse had been training with Vision.

“I think it’s the mind stone, you know how my powers come from that stone, perhaps if we get to understand one another…”

Of course, they were understanding one another. They were fucking one another while you waited for her to decide when you two would stop hiding away a relationship that had been happening for more than three years.

“I’m not ready yet, I just…what if they don’t…god, Y/N they are the only family I have left, I can’t risk it them knowing and looking and me, at us differently. Just…more time, please¡ Give more time.”

Time.

That was all you had given ever since the both of you kissed for the very first time. You thought you had touched the sky that day, you and Wanda had been dancing around one another for so long that when it finally happened you couldn’t help but be excited. You should have known that very moment that something was wrong. She asked for that to be kept a secret, she wanted you and her to just wait before telling the others.

“I want us to be us for a little while before everyone decides to come and chime in and just tell us what to do or what not to do.”

And you thought it made sense, once they found out you two were in a relationship you knew Tony and Steve would come forth and set the rules so you wouldn’t be a distraction to one another. And that was okay, you wanted Wanda all for yourself for a little while; it was exciting to just play around with her.

The secret smiles, the stolen kisses, the nights filled with passion…

Everything was magical until it was not.

Until the secret extended and soon Wanda was starting to go out with Vision or pretend, she was into guys. Until she kept telling you she was not ready, that liking women was not something she was supposed to do, that she was supposed to feel…

She always needed time.

She always knew how to get that time out of you.

“Y/N, wait…”

Natasha stopped startled when you turned to her and your eyes were completely black, the shadows you had always manipulated shivering around you. You straightened up changing your whole posture, but even if you were trying to hide it away Natasha could see the pain. She could see your broken heart.

“Not now, Natasha. Of all the people…” You said and your voice sent a shiver down her back. “Just…time. Give me time.”

Natasha nodded, you turned around and left.

The compound felt heavy with regret, Natasha knew that there would be a disaster and she wasn’t sure how to stop it.

*****

It was late already.

You knew everyone was probably up in the common room watching movies, but you weren’t there. You were waiting, and waiting and waiting until, after two or three hours into the movie everyone was watching in group she came.

She was silent, like she always was.

Her lips curling into a single smile, a real one.

Her heart pounding hard against her ribcage because she hadn’t seen you all day, and she had missed you. She missed your warmth, your smile…your kisses.

The moment she crossed the door she knew something was wrong. Everything was in darkness, but she could make out your figure standing by the window thanks to the light of the moon and the lamps right outside the room.

Wanda didn’t care for darkness, usually whatever the both of you shared was done in the darkness. But that day, it was cold.

“Hey, baby.” She greeted warmly, standing closer until something wrapped around her feet and wrist stopping her from moving further into the room. “Y/N?”

You clenched your jaw turning to face her. Now, Wanda knew something was wrong, your eyes had lost all light in them, and it was quite evident you had cried. Wanda struggled against the shadows holding her back, but it was to not vail, you had her tight in your grip.

“Y/N, what is it?”

“Is there anything you want to tell me, Little Witch?” Your nickname for her was spat out with anger, Wanda winced shaking her head for a moment.

“I don’t know…what is it? What’s going on?” She asked again, this time around her mind going over all the things that might have put you in this mood.

“Three years Wanda.”

Wanda made a face, now she knew what kind of conversation the both of you would have that day. She wasn’t sure she was ready for that, the old fear and resentment usually spurred at the moment you tried to mention your relationship with her and the secret status you two had maintained during these years. Wanda enjoyed the fact you were hers in the secrecy of her room, or yours, she didn’t understand your need for everyone to know about it.

No one would understand, women weren’t supposed to fall in love with other women.

Wanda was not like that, either way.

She only liked you; she was only in love with you.

“I’ve been a secret for three years, and I have given you everything I am, everything I have.” You said softly, coldly thanking the gods your voice didn’t quiver as you spoke. “I waited patiently because I believe you will come around…that some day you would finally tell me we could stop hiding like criminals.”

“Y/N, it’s not like that…” Wanda started but soon shut up when you glared at her, she didn’t even notice your shadows had recede and she was free to move. She just stood there knowing without a single hint of a doubt, the discussion that day would be different.

“I got a ring, and I was…” Here Wanda opened her eyes, her heart jumping with joy and pain at the same time.

“We can’t…” She started and fear gripped her heart at the thought of you proposing, of everyone finding out about the both of you.

“Of course, we can’t!” You didn’t even raise your voice, but the exclamation was enough to make her jumped.

“Of course, you don’t want.” You clenched your jaw stepping closer to Wanda. “I was ready to give you everything, Wanda. Everything you ask of me I gave you, everything you may need or want, I was so ready…you were my world.”

You hated that by then you did break in front of her, two heavy tears fell and this time around the fear Wanda felt was different. This time around she felt as if she was losing you, but that was not possible. Whenever the both of you had the same discussion, you always come back, you were always right there with her giving her more time.

“I loved you like I…” You looked away. “It’s over, Wanda.”

“What? No, baby…Y/N…” Wanda tried to approach you but you stepped back shaking your head.

“I fucking hate you.” You spat out hoping your words would hurt her half the way she hurt you.

Wanda winced at the venom in your tone, tears formed in her eyes and you smirked though it never reached your eyes. You loved Wanda, you really loved her more than life itself, and you were so ready to give her the world. Not only did you have the ring, but also the suburbs home she always wanted, and the retirement plan.

You had your life set up to make her happy.

To give her the family she always wanted.

“Y/N…”

“Friday, please play the video.” You said before moving past Wanda, the young with was about to say something when she recognized the scene.

It was her with Vision. Kissing, undressing…

She paled at the images, you chuckled darkly.

“The funny thing is, I always make sure that Friday erased the footage of you and me so no one would find out before you were ready to tell them.” You snorted shaking your head before leaving the room closing your door with a bang.

Things would have gone quite nicely if it wasn’t for the fact she followed you.

She was crying, and her perfect world was crumbling by the time she reached out to you.

“Please, hear me out…” She started holding herself back from jumping in your arms, to ask for forgiveness to explain herself to you.

“Shut up. SHUT UP!” You finally screamed as the frustration, the pain and the desperation finally caught up to you.

Wanda winced and your scream had alert everyone that was coming out from the common room.

“Guys, what’s going on?” Clint asked, you tilted your head smiling nastily at Wanda.

“Please, Y/N can we talk…” She started, you spread your arms daring her with a single glance.

“Let’s talk then.” You said your lips crooking up a bitter smile, though a glimpse of hope grew in your chest. What if she finally admitted it in front of them? What if she confessed?

“Can we talk in private…” Wanda winced when you let out a bitter laugh.

“Of course… in private, like you and Vision?”

This time around Vision came forth furrowing his brows in confusion, Wanda looked away putting her arms around herself. Whatever control she had of the situation before was slowly slipping away from her, and all because of the footage. God, why was she so stupid? Why couldn’t she say something? Anything.

“Say it in here, Wanda.” You said coldly, Wanda backed away and the rest of the Avengers were glancing from you to Wanda and back, like a tennis match.

“Y/N…”

“SAY IT!”

“Now, Y/N, let us not be…” Vision started and you couldn’t help the surge of power coming from you directed towards him.

“Don’t you fucking dare, Vision! Shut up!”

At that moment several things happened, you directed a wave of shadows towards him and Wanda spurred into action having seen you lose control at that point. Her wisp of red magic came into contact with you sending you backwards until you hit the wall, you fell down watching as she stood between you and Vision.

She had her eyes wide open shaking her head, she hadn’t mean for this to happen. It wasn’t Vision the one she wanted to protect….you…

You stood up and it wasn’t until then Wanda realized what she had done.

What she had lost.

Your face broke into a rictus of pain, your heart broke and without even looking back you disappeared in a wave of shadows. Wanda would forever kept her secret, and you would suffer in silence while trying to forget how you were nothing more than shadows in her life

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The city was quite lousy and noisy.

You stood by the window, still getting used to the life of a freelancer.

The door opened and closed again, you didn’t need to move. You didn’t need to look back, you knew who was there, and you knew who was coming closer to you.

Natasha Romanoff stood beside you watching the city from your window, she passed you over a glass filled with bourbon that you took with a smirk.

“How did you find me?” You asked taking a sip from the glass.

“You’re not that difficult to figure out, and I found your note.” You chuckled letting her wrap her arms around you, a sob escaped your lips and she knew you were hurting still. That your heart had been broken in so many pieces that you hadn’t been able to stand up again without going back to the ground.

“It’s okay, it’s okay…” Natasha whispered hating what your relationship with Wanda had done to you.

She was tempted to tell you how Wanda had not left her room since you disappeared, that the little witch had been crying to sleep unable to do anything at all. It wouldn’t do any good, anyway. Even after all of this, she didn’t even dare to say her pain was due to the fact she had fallen in love with you, that you meant the world to her but were too afraid to admit it.

“Tony suspects something, and he wants to meet you.” Natasha mumbled in your ear later on, after you had woken up from your mandatory nap.

“Where?”

“He has an event in Germany next week.” Natasha caressed your hair wishing there was something else she could do to ease your pain.

“Should I go?”

“It is up to you, Y/N.” Natasha would no say anything else, but she knew in a week’s time you would be there in front of Tony explaining everything.

And you did.

A week later you and Tony were looking at one another, the older man took a single glance at you before he too wrapped his arms around you. You were like the little sister he never had.

“I’m sorry you have to go through this, kiddo.”

You smirked shrugging, “I…I guess…”

You wanted to ask about her, about Vision and what had happened since you left. Tony shook his head, and you knew you were better off without knowing anything at all.

“You’re like a brother to me, Tony, and I just…I couldn’t disappear completely without letting you know I’m not going back.”

Tony furrowed his brows shaking his head, “You’re a hero, Y/N, you cannot give it up just because Wa…”

“Don’t. Please.” You warned the other man. “I won’t stop being a hero, Tony. But I won’t be an Avenger anymore.”

Tony clenched his jaw wishing, much like Natasha, that he would have intervened earlier. You put your cell phone out leaving it on his desk.

“I just can’t, not with you guys.” You finally mumbled stepping back.

“I understand. Cap is going to keep looking for you, better keep low for a time.”

“Thank you.” You mumbled but the older man shrugged.

“You will need a job, and I happen to have the perfect one for you.” Tony smiled at you; you perked up at this quite shocked that he still wanted to help you even though you were giving your back to the Avengers.

“I…Thank you.” You wrapped your arms around him, and he returned the hug whispering the instructions in your ear.

A week later you had a new mobile with his and Natasha’s phone number. Money and a couple of addresses you could use.

You were ready to disappear.

You never stopped being a hero, but you couldn’t go back to the compound. To Wanda.

Your heart and your soul had been broken that day; you had been her dirty little secret up to the very end. And she would never know how much you suffered, how many nights you spent crying for her, or how many days you thought of…ending everything.

She would never know.

And you disappeared because, at the end of the day you had been nothing more than a secret, living in the shadows.

It wouldn’t be until later, almost ten years later, that your paths would cross again, but that was another story.

#imagine wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff au #WandaxReader #Wanda x Femake reader #Wanda Maximoff x F!Reader

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weird-is-life · 1 year

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Amnesia

Pairing: Steve harrington x fem!reader

Summary: You get hurt in the battle of Starcourt and suffer a memory loss. You forget the last few months, basically your whole relationship with Steve

Warnings: language, mentions of food, memory loss, mentions of blood, hospital, panic attack, use of y/n and pet names, so much angst, fluff, a few kisses

Words: 8.6k Masterlist

A/N: English is not my first language, so please excuse any grammar/spelling mistakes

When you went to visit Steve at the mall as you did every day, you didn't even think anything could go so wrong as it did in a few hours.

As soon as you took a step inside the ice cream shop, Steve pulled you to the backroom of the Scoops Ahoy, an anxious smile on his face. The room was much more crowded than usual. Robin, Dustin, and Erica were there, heads put together in a heated conversation.

You knew straight away that something was not right. Steve tried to make you leave, but you stubbornly stayed there and somehow ended up unconscious in a Russian secret base a few hours later. You had never felt that amount of fear, as you had then.

God knows how you managed to escape from there. It was honestly a miracle since Steve and Robin were drugged.

But of course, you weren't as lucky as you thought you were. The kids stormed to the mall soon after you got out of the bunker, saying the Mind flyer was coming.

Steve tried to convince you to leave again, but there was no way you would have left all of them there.

"Please y/n, you can't stay here, you have to go!"

" No, I can't. I won't leave you here..." you argued.

" Please sweetheart, I can't have you here. What if something happened to you? I wouldn't be able to live with myself " he pleaded.

"And what if something happens to you? " you asked with worried eyes.

"I'll be fine as long as I know you are safe. Please, you need to go before it gets here" Steve was so close to just picking you up and carrying you out of there. But that wasn't necessary, you slowly nodded your head. The fear in Steve's eyes was enough to make you agree.

"Okay, I'll go. B-but promise me, you will be safe..." you had tears running down your cheeks. You were so scared for him and everybody else.

"I pro-" Steve didn't get to finish his promise, because the monster appeared in the center of the mall.

"Fuck fuck fuck. You have to run y/n, you have to get to my car and just drive far far away from here, okay?" Steve insisted.

"B-but the doors....it's right in front of it....how wi-"

"I'll distract it, so you can sneak away," Steve said it, like it was no big deal, "on three we run, okay?"

You didn't even manage to say anything and Steve was already running the opposite way.

"I love you," he said, right before he was gone, he gave you no time to say it back.

You did the only thing you could, you followed Steve's instructions. You carefully sneaked behind the Mind flyer, trying to be very quiet.

But something must have alerted it of your presence. It turned your way, away from Steve, reaching out for you.

"Y/N!" Steve yelled, but it was too late. The monster flung you against the wall, leaving you unconsciousness in a big puddle of blood.

Steve helplessly screamed your name over and over again. But you didn't move. He wanted to run to you, but Dustin stopped him.

"Let me go, Henderson!" he desperately tried to get away from Dustin's grasp.

"You will get yourself killed and that won't help her-"

"She is going to bleed out, I ha-have to get to her " Steve wasn't listening to anything Dustin was saying.

"Steve, don't you understand? Even if you get to her what will you do? The Mind flyer will kill you both. We need to get rid of it first" Dustin reasoned with him.

Steve wanted to argue, but he knew, that the only chance you had at surviving was by listening to Dustin. So he did.

When it was finally dead, he sprinted to your body. He was by your side in a matter of seconds.

"C'mon baby, open your eyes, c'mon sweet thing" he begged, tears soaking his face instantly.

"Steve we need to go!" he quickly picked you up in his arms and followed everybody outside.

The following hours were a blur for Steve. You got taken to the operating room as soon as the ambulance got to the hospital .

Steve wanted to go inside with you but he wasn't allowed to. So he sat in the hall in front of the room for hours on and on.

He was still dirty from all of your blood, but he refused to move from the chair, in case there were any news.

After the doctors were finally done, they told him everything there was to know.

Their words were like a knife to his guts. You hit your head pretty badly, loosing a lot of blood and sustaining a concussion. Your ribs weren't much better than that, a lot of them were broken along with your arm.

Steve listened to the news with dread, tears never left his eyes. It was like a nightmare.

"But she is going to be okay. I think she should be up after the anesthesia wears off," the doctor squeezed his shoulder in reassurance.

Steve almost fainted from the relief.

"Can i see her?"

"Of course, but only for a few minutes. She is going to be out for the night, she needs the rest."

But Steve wasn't listening to anything else after the 'of course'. He finally managed to do something similar to a smile and followed the doctor to your door.

You laid on the hospital bad, looking peaceful, but bruised. Your head was bandaged, arm in a sling but somehow you still looked pretty.

Steve sat down next to your bed, carefully taking the uninjured hand in his.

"Hi pretty girl," he reached out to brush a few loose strands from your face," you scared the shit out of me y'know? I thought t-that you... I'm so happy that you are okay," but Steve was looking at you and your injured body wasn't indicating that you were actually okay.

It pained him to see you this way, "I'm sorry, i'm so sorry, you should have never been there..." he sniffled.

Seeing you so hurt was like a hell for Steve. He wanted to swap places with you, he would have done anything to take your place. Anything.

He sat by your bed, talking to you, until the nurse came to ask him to leave," it appears i need to go. But i'll be here when you wake up, goodnight sweetheart, i love you."

He gave you a kiss on your cheek, there was no stopping the tears as he walked out of the room.

You woke up with a loud gasp. Nurses were around you in a few seconds, explaining everything and trying to calm you down.

You didn't remember what happened. You didn't know why you were in the hospital or why your whole body hurt so badly. Every single muscle in your body ached and your head was pounding like crazy.

The nurses told you not to move too much, so you wouldn't hurt yourself any more. They listened to your heartbeat, did some tests and left you alone for a bit.

And before you knew it, your parents were right beside you, weeping from the happiness of seeing you awake and okay.

Then they explained everything, but you had no clue what they were talking about. A mall? Big fire? Bunch of kids? Steve? Robin?

Half of the names, they mentioned were a big fucking question mark for you.

Your head started killing you even more from their confusing words. You were baffled, tired and in pain. And it definitely showed on you, because your parents were asked to leave, so you could rest some more and you were never so thankful for the sleep as this time.

Steve on the other hand was freaking out. When he came home so late at night, he took a quick shower and laid down for a short nap.

But the short nap turned into a long sleep. He woke up much much later than he wanted to.

After he saw the time, he stood up from the bed at once, swearing under his breath and rushed to the hospital. He didn't even get breakfast, the only thing on his mind was you. He hoped you were still alright, that nothing happened while he overslept.

He ran up to the room you were in and saw your parents leaving.

"Steve! What are you doing here? Didn't you go home? You should go get some sleep" your mom noticed him. Both of your parents looked even worse then him.

"I got some sleep, but i can't not be here-"his voice waivered," Is she-? "

"Yeah, she is okay, sleeping again."

"Again?" Steve questioned.

"She woke up a few hours ago, but she was very disoriented and fell asleep after like 10 minutes" your mom explained with exhausted voice. Steve realised, that both of your parents must have been in the hospital the whole night.

"Have you been here all night?" he asked them.

"Yes, we couldn't bring ourselves to leave just yet" your dad answered.

"You guys should go at least change home, i'll stay with her, i mean if it's okay with you?" Steve asked uncertainly, he hoped he didn't overstep.

"Okay with us? Of course, Steve. We would be very grateful," your mom said,"we'll be back as soon as possible."

"No need to rush, i'll look after y/n, i won't leave her side."

"We know, thank you Steve, see you soon" they waved him goodbye and left.

Steve stood with his hand on the door handle for a moment, even though he knew you were relatively okay, it wasn't easy for him. He needed to take a deep breath before stepping into the room.

Gathering enough courage, he walked in and sat down at the empty chair next to the bed.

"Hi beautiful," he took your hand, same as the day before and kissed it, "hope you're feeling better. I heard you woke up, I'm sorry, i wasn't here. I forgot to put an alarm last night, so I woke up too late," he told you.

You, of course, didn't respond and it suddenly made Steve miss your voice, not only your voice, you laugh, your eyes, just....you.

"I miss you so much, you should wake up soon or i might just go crazy" he laughed dryly, because it was only a few hours since you were smiling big at him and it was already too long for Steve, "you know what this reminds me of? That one time you refused to talk to me because i..."

Steve continued talking to you about the most random things or memories from your relationships. He was so focused on talking to you about this particular memory of taking you out for a picnic, that went horribly, because it started raining, that he didn't even notice you stirring awake.

He only realised, that you were waking up, when you squeezed his hand. He looked over to you and you were slowly opening your eyes.

"Hi, hi" he softly said. You finally fully opened your eyes and made a confused face .

"Harrington?" you tried to sit up, but Steve stopped you. "You shouldn't move too much. How are you feeling?"

"W-what's going on? Why are you here? Where are my parents?" you started asking him so many questions, you looked very perplexed.

There was something off about you, but Steve couldn't quite pin point what it was. You were looking at him somewhat coldly and distant and it made him fidget in his seat and feel uneasy.

" They went home to change, they should be back soon. D-do you remember what happened?"

"I-I-I.. no" you looked around trying to remember anything, but you remembered only some small bits of your mom's explanation from earlier? You weren't even sure, if those were real memories.

"You got hurt. The Mind flyer threw you against the wall, it was h-horrible" Steve tried to help you remember, but you looked so so lost.

"The mind flyer? What are you talking about?" you asked, hand on your forehead, because your head started to hurt.

"What do you mean?" You winced in pain," shit, are you in pain? I should probably go get the doctor -"

"No, i'm alright, i just... Why are you here Harrington?" you glared at him and pulled your hand from his grasp.

Wait, what? You glared at him, called him Harrington and pulled your hand away from him? Steve didn't know what was happening. He really hoped, you were still just confused.

"What do you mean, sweetheart? Where else would i be, if not here with you?" Steve smiled nervously at you.

"Sweetheart? Whoa Harrington, i don't know why are you here or why are you calling me a sweetheart, but you should probably leave. My parents could be here any second" you stated, still wincing from the pain.

"W-what? Y/N, this isn't funny" Steve heart was literally breaking from your cruel words. He hoped, that it was just a nightmare, he would soon wake up from.

"Yes, i agree, this isn't funny. If you think that just because i had some kind of accident and you came to visit me to the hospital, i will go on a date with you, you can forget it" every single word was like a hard punch to Steve's stomach. He felt like he couldn't breath.

"Baby, what are you t-talking about? We've been dating for a while now" he said with wide eyes.

"You can't be serious right now" you laughed, you had no idea what was Steve Harrington doing next to you, but you were 100% sure, you weren't dating him.

Steve was terrified. You were talking absolute nonsense. It was like you didn't remember him.

And then it hit him, you actually didn't. You didn't remember him. You didn't remember your relationship with him. You probably thought, he was the asshole, he used to be.

"I'm-I'm g-gonna get a doctor" Steve choked out and ran out of your room.

He grabbed the first doctor he saw and started explaining everything. The doctor listened to his ramble and immediately went to you. But not before he instructed Steve to stay outside.

Steve was burning holes in his shoes from all the pacing. He couldn't help but to worry the more time the doctor spent inside your room. By the time the doctor came out of there, Steve was an anxious mess.

"So? Do you know what's wrong?"

"Yes, it appears, that she doesn't remember certain time."

"A memory loss?" Steve voice broke.

"It looks like she doesn't remember quite a while. It happens sometimes, that after sustaining a head trauma the patients suffer a memory loss."

"B-but they will come back right?" Steve felt dizzy.

"I can't say. We need to run some tests, but there's always the possibility, that it's permanent. I'm sorry."

A big sick joke. That's how Steve felt, like the universe was playing a sick joke on him.

"So-so you're saying that she might not remember me, like ever?" Steve honestly felt like his whole world was being ripped apart.

"I'm sorry, i really can't say for sure. Hopefully, we'll have some more informations after we run the tests," the doctor said, giving him a sympathetic look before leaving him standing alone in the hall.

Steve literally couldn't breath. He felt so nauseous, he didn't know if he was about to pass out or be sick. He just knew he had to get out of there, to get some fresh air.

He quickly stumbled out of there. As soon as he was outside, he not so gracefully slumped down on the floor. He honestly didn't care about the looks that people were sending him. He was trying so hard not to panic, but it was nearly impossible.

You were his whole world, his most favorite person in the world, his best friend, the love of his life and you didn't remember him.

It felt so wrong, so fucking wrong. The look you were giving him, looking at him like he was just some stranger and not your Steve, was the most terrifying thing ever. It wasn't the monsters, the literal creatures from hell, but it was your unfamiliar even hostile expression.

Steve closed his eyes, willing the spinning of everything to go away. But the panic wasn't going away, Steve was about to throw up, when a voice spoke next to him.

A kind-looking older nurse was looking at him, "umm sir, are you okay?"

"I'm f-fine " he put on the strong face , the one he'd learned to forget around you.

"Miss y/l/n told me to find you, she wants to see you" she smiled hesitantly at him.

"Oh, o-okay," Steve wanted to get up from the ground, but his head was still spinning, so he sat right back down, "could you just give me a moment?"

"Sure, no problem, dear. Take as much time as you need" she gave him one last kind smile and left him alone.

It took him much longer than just a moment to pull himself together. Steve sat on the hard floor, the coldness of it kind of soothed his pain. Nothing hurt him physically, but his heart was literally bleeding.

He wanted nothing else just you. You to hold him close, to pick up the pieces of his broken heart. But there was no you. At least not the you, that he so desperately needed.

And you probably needed him more now than he needed you. So he picked himself up and walked the never ending (short) way to your room.

This time he didn't stop in front of the door, he just walked right in.

He found you sitting on the bed, eating some jello. A small smile crept up on Steve's face at the sight of you and the want to kiss your cute face overwhelmed him. But you noticed him soon enough and the strange expression was back on, leaving Steve to deal with the new reality. The reality that he couldn't just kiss you, because you didn't remember him.

"Hi" you said shyly.

"H-hey" Steve stuttered.

"I'm sorry for earlier, i know now, that you were telling me the truth-"

"It's okay, you couldn't know" Steve replied, looking everywhere else but you.

"Still, i can't imagine how hard this must be for you" gosh, yes it was so fucking hard for him, because you probably remembered him as a total dickhead.

"D-do you remember anything?" Steve prepared himself for your answer.

"I tried, i really did. But i.... I don't remember anything, i'm sorry. Last thing i remember is me and Nance driving to get her brother from some of his friend's house. I remember, that Nancy was so angry at him, that she kept driving in the wrong diractions," you chuckled at the memory, " i think she was angry, because someone else was supposed to drive him home, but i can't remember who... " you scowled as you were trying to figure out who it was.

Steve on the other hand was blinking quickly. He knew exactly who you were talking about.

It was Steve. Steve was supposed to drive all of the boys home, but he got held up by his parents. He was a little late, but he didn't forget to pick them up. And when he arrived at Dustin's house, you and Nancy were already there.

It was the first time, you and Steve met. He made a complete fool of himself, he was stammering over his words, flirting with you and at the same time badly failing at it. By some miracle, you guys ended up becoming friends and even with more luck, you said yes to a date with him a few months later. You should have seen him then, he was a mess, when he was asking you out. But all of that made the relationship you guys had.

So you remembering everything up until the most crucial moment of your relationship, the start of it, was even worse than it already was.

It was too much for him, Steve started hyperventilating and slowly sank to his knees.

"Steve! Oh god, what's wrong?" you were so concerned for him, that you didn't even think about your condition and sprang up from the bed to his side .

"Hey hey hey, what's wrong? Tell me what's wrong," you ignored the hot burst of pain in your head, hand and ribs.

Steve wasn't responding, he couldn't get the oxygen to his lungs, his vision was blurry and his chest felt very tight.

"Steve" you tried again and nothing,"C'mon talk to me." You were now fully panicking.

"I-I c-can't b-breath-" he barely got out.

"Shit, i'm gonna go get someone -"

"N-no," he shook his head. You didn't know what to do, but somehow your body knew exactly how to react, like you had done it before.

You took one of his hands and squeezed it lightly, letting him know you were there. "Steve, you need to breath with me, come on. In and out, in and out" you repeated the words over and over again. Steve got what you were trying to do and did it with you.

And it worked. His breathing slowly calmed down and he picked his gaze up from your intervened hands to your eyes. Realisation of what just happened struck him.

His cheeks went red from the embarrassment, you were the one, that almost died and he just had a panic attack.

"I'm sorry, so sorry" he stood up, making you stand up with him," you're hurt and here i am having a pan-... You shouldn't have gotten up from the bed." he blurted out. His hands were instantly under your knees and your torso, sweeping you off your feet and carefully setting you down on your bed.

You didn't even had time to react to it, because Steve started speaking," I'm sorry, i can't do this, i can't be here right now. I n-need to go ...This is just too much for me..." he carefully gave you a soft kiss on the forehead and left. Well not before, he bumped into your dad, apologised and ran out of there.

Steve didn't show up at the hospital for the next 2 days. He couldn't even get out of his house. Multiple people called him, he didn't answer, he ignored everybody and everything.

If you couldn't remember him, nothing else mattered to him. He didn't care about anything else.

So he drowned in the pain on his bed. But someone called him in the last few hours, so many times, that he just fucking unplugged the phone. Steve thought, that it was definitely Robin.

He also thought, that he was off the hook with her after that. That she would get the message, that he didn't want to see anyone, but he was wrong. It was Robin for godsake.

She came knocking, no not knocking, banging on his door. Steve ignored it, but when she started ringing the bell, too. He had enough.

"Go away" he muttered to her and went to close the door. Robin, the headache, that she sometimes was, put her foot in the doorway.

"Nope" she refused to move her foot even a milimetre.

"Please Robs, just... leave me alone" Steve had no strength to fight her now.

"No Steve, i'm no going anywhere. Because you are going to take a shower, get dressed, get in the car and drive to the hospital" Robin let herself in and glared at him with her hands on her hips.

"If this is all, you can go" Steve was just as stubborn as her.

"Listen, you need to go see y/n. "

"No, you don't understand. I can't. I can't be there, i just can't!" Steve sat down on his couch, running hands over his face.

"I know this is tough. I know it. I mean, she doesn't remember me, too. But the doctors ran some tests and said, that there is a very high possibility that her memories will come back. She just needs to do what she did daily and it may trigger them to come back. Meaning you need to go be with her, you two were always together" Robin reasoned with him. Steve opened his mouth to protest, but close it just as quickly.

"Okay" he murmured, already moving towards his room.

"Great! Go, i'll wait for you here. "

The drive to the hospital would have been quiet if it wasn't for Robin. She filled in Steve on everything he missed in the last two days.

Like how all of the kids came to visit you with hands full of gifts. It was a huge surprise for you, as you remembered only Mike. Robin told him, that they were very nice to you, answered every question you had and that you had fun.

Steve had a small smile on while listening to Robin's story, but he didn't say a word the whole ride.

Finally at the hospital, Steve thought about turning right back home. Robin must have sensed his nerves, because she caught his arm and dragged him to your door.

"Okay, be nice. I'll call you later," she spun around, ready to leave.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Where are you going?" Steve panicked.

"Home? I have to go help my mom with... umm with a cake, bye !" She lied and quickly disappeared.

"Great" Steve sighed.

Steve, once again, just stood in front of your room, contemplating on what to do.

"Oh and one more thing" Robin was suddenly back at his side, opened the door, pushed him inside and closed it behind him.

"Oh, h-hi" your small voice greeted him.

" Hi" his features softened as soon as he took one look at you. You looked healthier and happier then the last time he saw you.

"How do you fee-"

"How are yo-" you both spoke at the same time, chuckling right after.

"You can go first," Steve said as the gentleman that he was.

"Thanks, how you've been?"

"I've been..." Steve thought about lying to you, but you always knew when he wasn't telling the truth," not great, but it's okay. What about you? Anything new?"

"I feel much better, the arm and ribs are healing, hopefully my mind will get better soon, too" you said, giving him a smile.

"T-that's great. " You two went quiet as he said it.

"Where have you been for the last two days?" you caught him off guard with that question, you thought of how it must have sounded and blushed, "i mean, given that you and i....t-that we are d-dating, i thought you'd come see me, that's all." You were blushing furiously by the time you finished. It was still very strange for you to thought of Steve Harrington as your boyfriend.

"Oh, i'm sorry. I just wasn't feeling well " yes, he lied this time and avoided eye contact with you.

"You know, your little friends were here," you changed the subject quickly.

"Yeah?"

"They told me all about you," you grinned at him.

"Did they now? Only good things, i hope" he bantered with you and took the now familiar seat next to your bed.

"To my surprise, yes" you blurted out, eyes bulging out, "Shit, i'm sorry Steve, i didn't -"

"It's okay, i understand. I was pretty much a dick" he chuckled.

"Yeah... I would never ever have guessed, that Steve Harrington is friends with kids" you teased him.

"Oh come on now, that's rude. "

"It's the truth" you giggled at his fake hurt.

"They're good kids, been through a lot" he told you and it was like his mind went somewhere else, somewhere darker for a second.

"I like them, they were fun to be with."

"Oh believe me, you wouldn't say that after knowing them longer" Steve said dramatically, "but i wouldn't have met you if it wasn't for them, so i'm grateful."

"Could you tell me about it?" you shyly asked him.

"About the first time we met?"

"Yes, please."

"It was.... -it was when you and Nancy went to pick up Mike from Lucas's house. I was the one, that was supposed to drive them home, but i was running late. So when i got there, you were already there," he took a deep breath, before he continued, "i remember, that as soon as i saw you, my mind literally went blank. You looked so fucking beautiful and i think my mind stopped working after seeing you, because i flirted with you, well i tried to flirt with you and it went terribly," he laughed,

"You basically scoffed at every pick up line or compliment i said and i thought, that was it, that I messed up everything right there. But somehow we became friends anyway," Steve had a fond smile the entire time he spoke.

"I wish i could remember it" you said and his fond smile turned to a pained one just as you said it.

"Y-yeah me too" Steve whispered, you could clearly see the sorrow, that he was drowning in. You thought about something to say to get that godawful look off of his face.

"Steve" you sweetly said his name.

"Yeah?"

"Could i... Could i maybe give you a hug?" you didn't know what went over you to ask him that, it was probably the big hurt puppy eyes.

"S-sure" were you trying to kill him? His heart almost leaped out of his chest from the thought of having you so close again.

He catiously closed his hands around your body, trying not to hurt you, because of all the injuries. The hug felt very familiar and safe, like your body recognised, that it was Steve. Your Steve. And It made you feel even worse for Steve.

"I'm sorry," you said.

"For what?"

"I just wish i could remember" you felt Steve suck in a breath, "No matter, how hard i try, everything is just pitch black." You explained.

"It's okay, it's not your fault-"

"I know, i just... I want to remember."

"There's nothing you can do, we just have to hope they will come back, right? The doctors think they will," Steve slowly (unwillingly) let you go, but still didn't move away from you.

"They also think i should get back to my normal routine."

"Yeah, Robin told me" Steve responded.

"I guess that means i have to hang out with Steve Harrington everyday" you joked, well Steve hoped it was a joke, he couldn't really tell.

" I promise you, I'm not an ass anymore. I'm much much better. You did go on a date with me, so that has to mean something" Steve convinced you.

"Relax Steve, i'm just kidding" you giggled at him.

"Oh. Right" his cheeks slightly reddened.

"Soo, what do we normally do every day?" you questioned, intrigued to know the answer.

"It depends-"

"Wait, before you start, could you go buy me a snack? The hospital food sucks" you sheepishly said.

Steve eyes warmly looked at you, before he stood up, " i'll be right back."

"Take the money from the table and can you get me K-"

"Kit kats and M&M's? Yes" he was gone, before you even got to question how the hell he knew what you wanted, leaving your money intact.

He came back with hands full of snacks, didn't waste the time and began telling you everything.

You spent one more week in the hospital, before you were cleared to leave. Steve visited you every single day. He always came with hands full of snacks and stories. Stories about your dates, about him, about your relationship.

Hearing everything about the things you did and not remembering them was frustrating. But it made you realise, why you had said yes to a date with Steve.

This Steve couldn't be more different than the highschool version of him. You learnt, that Steve was very genuine, attentive, funny and so so sweet. He constantly made sure, that you were comfortable. Like at any sign of discomfort or pain, he was up on his feet, asking if you needed a doctor, if you were feeling okay. You never felt so cared for like you did with Steve. It was honestly even overwhelming in a way.

And the pet names, god. They were actually killing you. Every time he called you by something other than your name, you were blushing madly, trying to contain the unknown feelings in your chest.

And naturally, he was the one, that drove you home from the hospital. He opened the door for you, carefully helped you in his car, drove so slowly, so nothing would hurt you and helped you out of the seat. He even offered to carry you to your room, which earned him an amused no from you.

He carried your bags in your room and left. He wanted to stay, but your mom was home to take care of you. So he gave you the absent minded forehead kiss like he always did. You didn't think, that Steve actually realised, that he did it. You didn't mind it tho, the butterflies in your stomach were a prove.

Steve left with a smile on his face, pretending that his heart wasn't actually bleeding every second you didn't remember you loved him. It was so fucking tough for him to see you without the love and adoration in your eyes.

But he pulled through anyways, he would have done anything to get your memories back. Even if it meant he would have to suffer, he didn't care, he would gladly go through hell for you, if it meant you'd remember. You were worth it, you were his everything and he needed you back.

It didn't take Steve long to call you.

"Hello?" you answered the phone.

"Hi sweetheart, i know i literally just left, but i forgot to ask. Would you like to go see a movie tomorrow?" he blurted out, making you smile," you don't have to if you don't feel like it. It's probably stupid idea, given you've just got out of hospital. Forget i - "

"Steve," you cut his rambling off, "i'd love to."

"Really?" Steve happily asked.

"Yeah..."you bit your lip to stop the ridiculous smile.

"Great, i'll pick you up around 6?"

"Can't wait" you stated.

"Me too, i'll see you tomorrow, bye sweet girl" you were glad, that Steve couldn't see you right then, 'cause you were blushing like crazy from his nickname.

"Bye, Steve."

"So, what movie are we going to see?" you stood close to Steve in the line for popcorn. Steve hand was protectively on your lower back.

"Some rom-com, ugh i forgot the name" he shamefully admited.

"It's okay, i'm just glad we are going out, i don't even remember when was the last time i went to cinema" you chuckled.

"A few weeks ago" Steve mumbled out.

"What?"

"You went to cinema a few weeks ago," Steve smiled fondly at the memory, " somehow we ended up watching a horror. You claimed, that you wouldn't get scared, it wasn't even supposed to be very scary."

"And wasn't it?"

"God no, it was too much even for me. We left like 15 minutes in" Steve said and you laughed.

"You can't be serious" you responded.

"It's the truth, i literally had to stay with you for the night, you clung to me like a koala for the whole night, not that i'm complaining" he joked, making you laugh again.

"Why would we go see such a movie?"

"I don't know, you wanted to see it and i can't say no to you" Steve grinned at you.

"Well, i hope this movie is okay."

"It is, i double checked it with Robin" he assured you.

"Good." Steve bought a huge popcorn and coke for you. He tried to buy like 5 more sweets for you aswell, but you stopped him and pushed him towards the screening room.

You took your seats in the very last row and watched the movie in silence, exchanging glances every few minutes. Halfway through it, Steve eyelids started to get heavier and heavier, until he was completely out.

You looked at the sleeping boy next to you and smiled. He looked relaxed, so you let him get the sleep, he clearly needed.

The movie was soon over and everybody was leaving, except for you and Steve.

"Steve, Steve, come on, wake up" you shook him awake. He slowly woke up, completely disoriented.

"Uh, shit. Did i fall asleep?" he groggily asked, rubbing his tired eyes.

"Yeah, but we need to go, the workers are starting to clean here. "

"Yes, we definitely should" Steve stood up, took your unharmed arm in his and carefully guided you down the steps, making sure, that you wouldn't fall. You learned, that it was always like this when you were with him, he never forgot to make sure, that you were okay.

He didn't let go of your hand even after you were away from the stairs and you found yourself wishing, that he wouldn't. Even if you couldn't remember Steve, your body definitely did. It was like your hand was made to fit perfectly in Steve's.

"Did you enjoy the movie?" Steve broke you out of your train of thoughts.

" It was good, but i certainly understand why you took the nap" you teased him.

"Sorry, guess i'm just a little tired" he yawned.

"I can see that" you softly looked at him, "are you sleeping okay?"

He nodded his head, not convincing you even a bit. But you thought, he'd say what was on his mind when he wanted to.

"Okay." You walked to his car, still hands joined together.

He let go of your hand and opened the door for you. You already missed the warmth and weight of his hand in yours.

You resisted the urge to reach for it again, when he sat down in the driver's seat. I mean, Steve would have been more than okay with you reaching out to hold his hand. He also thought about doing it, but didn't, he was the same coward as you.

So you both drove in silence, radio the only noise in the car. Steve parked the car in front of your house in no time and walked you to your door.

"Thank you for going with me" he timidly smiled at you, " I'm sorry, that I fell asleep."

"It's okay Steve, i had fun tonight even though you slept through half of the movie" you declared, making Steve chuckle.

"Goodnight sweetheart " you opened your door, ready to go inside, but in the last second you turned on your heels and planted a quick kiss on his cheek.

" 'Night Stevie." You disappeared inside, leaving a stunned Steve behind the closed door .

Steve spent all of his free time with you since you'd left the hospital. He came to you straight from work everyday, barely stopping at home to at least change his clothes. He took you on dates, on walks or just stayed in your house, talking about whatever.

And every day he asked if you remembered anything, your answer was a sad no everytime. Until one day, the day Steve invited you to a game night at Robin's.

"Y/N, we are already late. What are you even looking for?" Steve stood in the doorway of your room for like 5 minutes, looking at you as you searched for something.

"This one green sweater..." you murmured, still frantically digging through your closet.

"Green sweater?"

"Yeah, the one with the smiley face on it, remember? You gave it to me" you so casually replied, not bothering to even look up at Steve, who suddenly got a lump in his throat, "what d-did you say?"

Yes, he gave you that sweater, but it was before the accident, at the time you still remembered him.

"I said, that I can't find the sweater you gave me" you finally looked at him, the sweater in your hand and saw his big grin.

"Oh my god" he crossed the room in like a second, lifted you up and spun you around in his arms.

"Steve! What are you doing? Put me down" you giggled.

"Sorry, sorry" he lowered you to the ground, " but don't you realise?"

"Realise what?"

"You said, that it's the sweater, i gave you.."

"So?"

"I gave it to you before the accident" Steve's smile never left his face.

"Oh my god" you mirrored his reaction, "maybe i'm getting my memories back!"

"Gosh i hope so, do you remember anything else?" Steve tried to surpress his excitement, he didn't want to get his hopes up for nothing.

"No.... I'm sorry." Your happy face fell.

"Hey, it's okay. You remembered this little thing, it has to mean something good, right?" Steve caressed your cheek.

"It's just.... It's really frustrating hearing about everything i did or we did together and not remembering it" you explained with a cute pout, eyes a bit shiny. Steve didn't even realise how tough it was for you, too. He was too caught up in his sadness to notice it.

"Come here" Steve pulled you close to his chest, forcing his pained mind to shut up.

"We will get through this, you'll get your memories back. And if you won't, then i'll make sure to recreate them with you again" he whispered to your ear, holding you tightly.

"You're so cheese" you sniffled with a giggle.

"Only for you, pretty girl" he said with no hesitation, " c'mon now, Robin is gonna kill us for being so late."

"C-can you just hold me a little longer?" you shyly asked him.

"Of course, however long you want" Steve would never pass a chance to hug you, ever.

"Thank you" you said to his chest. You two didn't move from the embrace for a lot longer than Robin would have been happy about. Eventually Steve place a gentle kiss on the top of your head and moved you both to his car.

Over the course of the next days, you didn't remember much else, only some bits, but nothing big. And if you tried too hard to think about it, your head started to hurt.

"Don't do that" Steve frowned at you from the side of his bed.

"I'm not doing anything" you defended.

"You're thinking again."

"So I shouldn't be thinking?" you raised your eyebrows.

"You know what i mean" he rolled his eyes at you.

"I can't help it, it's on my mind constantly. Maybe if i think hard enough, they'll come back" it was getting worse for you, than it was for Steve. You weren't dealing it very well and Steve didn't know why.

"The only thing you'll bring yourself is a headache. "

"Right." You sighed and got back to your book. The furrow was still on your forehead, so Steve came up with an idea.

"You need a distraction" he announced, " let's go, get up"

"What kind of distraction?" Steve didn't reply, he went to his gramophone and put some Billy Joel on.

"Would you do me the honor and dance with me, my lady?" Steve offered you his hand and wiggled his brows at you.

"Steve, i can't dance!" you laughed at his manners.

"You think i can?" he pulled you up from the bed, "it doesn't matter if we can or can't dance, it's supposed to be a distraction."

"Steve, i really don't-" Steve put the music louder, shutting you up.

He put both of his on your lower back and started to move to the rythm of the slow song. And you let him, you wrapped your hands around his neck, laid your head on his shoulder and moved with him.

You didn't even know how long you stayed like that, just enjoying each other's presence. You didn't know most of the songs, but one.

Your picked your head up, when it started playing, smiling big at Steve. He had an expressions full of love on, making your pulse quicken suddenly. It wasn't the first time you'd seen him looking at you like that, but somehow it felt different. It felt more real. Maybe it was because your feelings, made it so different. You felt this very raw feelings, that made the breath hitch in your throat.

At one point looking at each other, he started to lean in as if to kiss you, but hesitated. Steve didn't want to make you uncomfortable. But you knew that, so you kissed him instead.

You pressed your lips to his, making him gasp. It took him a second to realise what was happening, but not too long. He kissed you back fiercely, so longingly, with so much affection, his hands squeezed your sides softly. You were thankful for his embrace, because you definitely lost your stability when his soft lips kissed you back.

You broke apart, when a loud thunder rumbled outside, lips swollen and both out of breath. The lightining and the thunder made you jump up in fear.

Steve spoke first, "shit, it's raining heavily, " he looked with concern from his window.

You still stood at the same spot, too overwhelmed by your emotions. You didn't know if it was from the kiss or the fact, that you hated storms.

"Hey, hey, hey," Steve immediately noticed the change in your behaviour, as always and took you hand" you okay?"

You nodded, "i just don't like storms."

"I know baby, but don't worry, nothing will happen. I'm right here, yeah?"

"I don't want to get in the car in this weather" you frowned at the window.

"We can wait a little, see of it passes or-or you can stay here. I h-have a guest room, you could sleepover. But it's totally okay if you want to wait, it's up to you" he rambled again.

"I think i'd rather just stay here, it doesn't look like it's going to stop any time soon, " you quietly said, worriedly looking at the storm, "i'll just call my parents to let them know."

"Great, are you hungry? I'll go make sandwiches" Steve smiled at you, happy that you were staying. He was mostly alone in this house, only exception was when you were with him.

"Sure, i'll put on some movie. "

"Take a look in the closet, you have a few things there. You should find something more comfortable to sleep in" Steve instructed and one look at your jeans was enough to agree with him. Altough, the few things as he said were like half of the closet.

You found some pyjamas, put on a movie and made yourself comfy in Steve's bed, waiting for him. Steve appeared a few minutes later, sandwiches in one hand and drinks in the other.

He sat down next to you and you pressed the play. The food and drinks were gone fast, leaving you with full tummy and heavy eyes.

Your tried to stay awake, but there was no fighting the sleep. Your head fell on Steve's shoulder, Steve just chuckled at you, put an arm around your sleeping form and tugged you closer to him.

You stayed like that until the movie was over. Steve then tried to as quietly as he could get away from your hold to go to the guest room.

"Where are you going, Stevie? " you broke out of your sleep.

"You can stay here, i'll go to the guest room." He said as a loud thunder made you jump again .

"Stay, please" you pleaded silently. Your voice was barely a whisper and Steve knew by your tone, that you were scared.

"Okay, come here, sweetheart" he got back under the covers and hugged you. You held him like your life depended on it, but Steve couldn't complain. He finally got a full night sleep that night, no nightmares of that horrible day in the mall walking him up. You couldn't complain either, Steve's hands around you were your safe place.

Steve got up before you in the morning. He was already in the kitchen, preparing breakfast when you woke up.

You quietly crept up on him and hugged him from the back, kissing his cheek sweetly.

"Morning, handsome!" you cheerfully greeted him. Steve reaction wasn't the same. He almost burned himself on the pan when you kissed him for the first time, the second time was when you called him handsome.

"Are you making pancakes? God, i love you" you kissed his cheek again and took a seat at the table. Steve stood frozen with a spatula in mid-air.

"Steve?"

"Steve?" you repeated, standing up again and coming up to him.

"You feeling okay?" Steve didn't know what he was feeling. Relieve? Excitement? Content? Happines like he could cry? Probably all of that.

"Where was our first date?" Steve blurted out, eyes full of hope.

"What? Stev-" you didn't understand why he was asking that.

"Where was it?"

"I-" it suddenly clicked. It was like a fog was lifted in your mind and you could finally see clearly all the memories.

"At the coffee shop. You spilled a tea all over the table, ruining both of our cupcakes. But it wasn't a bad day, i enjoyed it and did go on the second date with your clumsy ass. " There was no stopping the grins, that formed on your faces.

Steve started peppering your face in kisses, laughing madly.

"Steve stop, it tickles" you laughed, too.

"Nope, never" he chuckled loudly," never gonna let you go again."

"Is that a promise?"

"Oh definitely. Fuck, i-i can't believe you remember" your laughter died down, the realisation brought tears to both of your eyes, "h-how is it even possible ?"

"I don't know, maybe... maybe i just needed a kiss, like some princess" you joked.

"Is that so? I should have kissed you right away at the hospital then, no?" Steve literally radiated with joy, the spark in his eyes fully back.

"You should have" you agreed teasingly, "but i would have punched you, even with the broken hand."

"Oh god, you totally would. You were looking at me with such a disgust" Steve frowned at the memory.

"Sorry baby, but you can't blame me, i thought it was the old you" you ran your hand through his hair.

"I know pretty girl, i'm just so glad, you're back. I don't know what i'd without you. "

"You'd be fine. You had me falling for you again, you know?" you chuckled. Steve made it so, even too easy for you to fall in love with him again.

"Really?" he affectionally brushed your cheek.

"Yeah..." you bashfully replied, " i think, i'd learn how to love you every time."

Steve passionately kissed you, " Fuck, i love you so much. "

"Love you, too" you hugged him, hiding you face in the crook of his neck. Steve closed his eyes, he finally felt whole again, he felt at peace. He had you in his arms and that was all he ever wanted.

You started to pull away, but Steve wasn't letting go, " where are you going?"

"We need to call everybody-"

"Later, now just stay here" Steve mumbled into your hair, tightening his grip on you.

"Okay" you softly responded, feeling his tear fall down on your cheek .You stayed like that, 'till you limbs started to go numb and the food was burned. But you didn't care, you were just too happy to think about anything else, than yourselves.

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