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[donutz]

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[6lostgirl6]

A Night To Dismember

Pairing: Michael Myers x Fem!Reader

TW: Detailed Gore, Mentions of Murder, Mentions of Sexual Assault [Not by Michael], Slightly Possessive Michael, Protective Michael, Mature Audience only!

A/N: Requested by my bestie @prettywhenibleed! I really hope you enjoy this and it was an absolute pleasure to write this for you!! Love you, my favorite slasher whore! ❤️ This isn't my best work, I'm afraid, forgive me.

The Smith's Grove Sanitarium operated according to a schedule that was consistently set in motion without interruption. No authorized doctor employed by the sanitarium, however, would have foreseen this. Medical specialists thought they were completely familiar with Michael Myers' behavior. He was docile and kept to himself, despite being the most dangerous and threatening patient in the hospital. 

But if you left him alone, there was a chance he would treat you in a similar fashion. The sole exception would be if touching his masks or otherwise bothered him. Even being among other patients was something he never enjoyed.

You were a new patient, recently exiled from society and your family because of your dreadful infatuation with fire and burning objects of interest. Your arrival left the building in absolute shock. On your first day, you were assigned to the recreation room. When you entered the room, your initial instinct was to walk over to the largest and most dangerous man within the sanatorium while grinning brightly. You only watched him work on a paper mache mask while standing over his hunched figure in the corner of the room, his hospital-approved supplies scattered along the table. 

You thought the colors were stunning, which you happily expressed. 

As a precaution against Michael harming you, guards stood by the recreation room's entrance wielding batons. Michael, on the other hand, did the exact opposite, giving you a cursory glance before grunting and slackly pointing for you to sit next to him. 

It was like you and Michael had your own timetable inside the sanitarium, and this went on for the next few months without fail. As directed by his psychiatrist, Michael was permitted to create his masks in the recreation area in the mornings. You would follow not far behind and take your normal seat beside him at a table chosen at random, apart from the other patients. You would merely watch him create his masks and ramble about whatever was on your mind. Michael never responded to the conversation, but that didn't stop you from talking to him because he had his own style of doing so without words. You have grown accustomed to deciphering his thoughts from his basic grunts and gestures.

"Hey, Mikey." You said with a smile, taking a seat at your usual spot next to Michael's side, placing your tray of food onto the table.

Michael was in the middle of placing wet paper mache on the face mold for his mask, his fingers caked in colors of paint and residue from the paper mache. He paused for a moment, giving you a small grunt as acknowledgement before returning to his activity.

You smiled more, chuckling at his usual ways of communicating as you watched him craft. You've always been interested in his masks and the variety of patterns he would use for each one. Many of his masks had their own unique qualities. However, you knew to only look, not touch.

"I see you're adding bright colors this time; are those happy pills finally working?" You teased him, nudging him softly with your body.

Michael huffed through his nose, which you learned was his way of chuckling as he shook his head at you. In the past, It took a while, but you had a better understanding of Michael's gestures and emotions than the doctors.

Simply because you treated him like a person, not an experiment.

"Maybe next time then." You replied, turning towards your tray before glancing at his project once more. "You're really good at that, Mikey. You're really talented."

Once again, Michael paused his movements, his stained fingers holding the paper mache while his eyes remained downcast. His fingers twitched before he resumed, and you almost thought you said something wrong.

"I didn't mean-"

You were cut off as Michael grabbed another mold from the table, pushing it in your direction. Your eyes widened slightly as you pushed your tray out of the way as Michael's slow movements brought other materials in your direction.

Still in slight awe, you watched him turn towards you, and your eyes connected through his favorite orange mask. You couldn't help the way your heart skipped a beat at the way his eyes stared into your own, seemingly piercing into your own soul.

The doctors were wrong; his eyes weren't soulless, nor were they black, resembling a massive void of nothingness. They were blue, similar to a clear sky or the glimmering waves of the ocean.

He huffed before pointing a finger at the materials and then towards you. He wanted you to mold with him.

"Thank you, Mikey." You said softly, a bright smile on your face.

When your eyes met Michael's, he was unable to comprehend the sensation in his chest. Usually, when his sight fell on their figures, individuals would tremble or turn away. He wasn't concerned by their fear of the facility's most dangerous patient. He actually benefited from the fear he instilled in the hearts of many who came to the sanitarium.

Yet you didn't...and he liked that.

He liked that you weren't scared of him, speaking to him, or even touching him like you've been these past few months. The thought of you being scared of him made him feel...hollow.

When you started working on your own mask using the materials that were laid out on the table, Michael couldn't help but covertly place a palm on his chest to feel how his heart was refusing to settle down. He almost wanted to groan in annoyance, hating the way he liked being around you and having your attention.

He had been content with his solitude for a long time, He preferred being alone and had been for many years. However, the notion of you leaving him made the murderous itch inside him threaten to resurface.

He decided that he would keep you with him, protect you with everything he has, and extinguish anyone who threatened to ruin that. With darkened eyes, he returned to working on his mask.

On that day, you and Michael became closer.

You weren't born yesterday and you certainly weren't born stupid. Trouble was afoot in the institution and it was either happening under the doctors' noses or they simply didn't care enough to investigate. Over the past week, you would hear feminine screams down the hallway in the women's section of the institution during the late hours of the night. Last night, the screams could be heard two doors down from your room.

The screams and cries began when a new guard was appointed to the institution, supposedly replacing a well-known guard who was at the age of retirement. Due to your paranoia, you would sit on the edge of your bed, watching the door in the chance of someone entering your room when they weren't supposed to.

During the days, you would spend all you could with Michael, hoping that your association with him would make you seem off limits to mess with, or you hoped. Yet, Michael couldn't protect you when the sun went down and the men and women would return to their respective cells on opposite sides of the institution.

Tonight, you were following the same routine, sitting on the edge of your bed and watching the door. Your mind was in shambles, trying to come up with a plan in that chance, that horrid chance of the new guard coming for you. You hoped it wasn't what you were thinking, and for once, you prayed.

God never heard your prayers, and he certainly didn't now, especially when the jingling of keys were heading down the hallway, towards your room.

Michael couldn't sleep and when he couldn't sleep, he would simply pass the time by creating more masks or painting designs onto them. He was sitting at his desk, the surface covered in paper mache, markers, paint, and crayons. He was in the middle of adding a touch of red when he heard the distant sound of screaming.

His annoyance was disguised under his mask as he sighed and tightened his grip on the crayon in his hand to the point that it almost broke in half. He puffed again at the commotion and went on, indifferent to the screams. Perhaps a patient was making a scene during the nightly check-ins.

In order to block out the noises, Michael withdrew within the walls of his mind. It was a way that allowed Michael to escape freely from the confinement of his cell. He would always imagine a life outside the institution, with you. He would imagine the way he would protect you and provide for you. The thought used to sicken himn, but now he enjoyed it, the possibility. The sound of keys jingling, seemingly opening his cage, caused him to pause, though. With a loud crash, the cell door swung open, and shouting could now be heard outside of his room.

"Want some, freak?" The guard asked him in an mocking manner while Michael remained at his desk, his back to the guard. Michael immediately understood what the guard was pulling when he heard the feminine screams and intended to ignore it. 

He continued to ignore his surroundings, ignoring the rage building within his chest. The sound of his bed creaking didn't deter him from continuing on with his activity. However, it all changed when the victim screamed one word.

"Michael!"

You.

Your trapped figure on his bed, with your nightgown pushed up so that only your thighs were visible, caught Michael's attention as his head whirled around. Your eyes were filled to the brim with tears, which streamed down your cheeks as you sobbed and struggled. His eyes quickly shifted to the guard hovering over you, and he developed tunnel vision instinctively.

A ferocious roar erupts from Michael's mouth and takes hold of the guard by the neck and collar of his shirt, throwing him off balance. In the midst, you shakily brought yourself to a sitting position, fixing the bottom of your nightgown to cover yourself. Your eyes watched as Michael picked up the guard, pinning him to the wall with eerie silence. The man in his grasp was yelling in pain and fear as Michael kept him pinned, his legs dangling in the air.

"L-Let go! Let go, you fucking punk!" The guard cried out.

Michael did not like that, not at all. Without a second thought, Michael hurled him into his desk, his art supplies falling to the ground in a cluster of clangs while the man groaned in pain. Like a predator stalking his prey, Michael's towering form stalked over to the smaller male, his eyes black as night and void of any life or mercy within. His large hand reached out to grab the same red colored pencil,

Michael's next action seemed to be a blur, he body launching onto the guard and stabbing him with the colored pencil, his resiliant strength making the pencil tear through flesh and muscle.

You watched in a sickening twist of fascination and awe, watching as Michael stabbed the guard over and over, leaving no body part untouched, the man;s screams filling the room. Your heart felt warm, knowing that Michael was willing enough to kill someone for you.

Lastly, Michael stabbed him until his chest, stomach, and face was shrouded in punctures, cuts, and wounds. With one last jab, the colored pencil stabbed into his neck, making the man gurgle on his own blood.

"Michael..." You whispered, your eyes taking in his bloodied form as he slowly turned to you, heaving himself up and moving towards you. It was as if he was a trained dog hoping he made his master proud. However, you were nothing of the sort. When he was close enough, you wrapped your arms around him, pressing yourself into his strong form. "Thank you..."

Michael gave a small huff, hesitantly touching your head with his bloody palm, staining your strands with the bodily fluid. Without another word, Michael pushed you away and grabbed your hand, pulling you off the bed and heading towards the door.

"Where we are going?" You asked in confusion, following behind the behemoth of a man down the stark white hallway.

In response, Michael tugged on your hand and you decided to go along with whatever he had in his mind. He saved you after all; even when he didn't have to, he did. It made you feel safe and protected in his presence.

"Alright, Alright." You muttered, your figures turning a corner and out of sight.

Red and white.

Those were the colors you would never forget. The way the walls were coated in blood and bodily fluids of various nurses and guards that laid along the floor in mangled messes.

Michael was strong, very strong. You remembered the way he smashed a guard's skull in with his fingers alone. You shuddered at the thought, crossing your arms and staring at the wall in front of you as you waited for Michael to finish off his last victim. A nurse arriving at the right place at the wrong time as Michael ambushed her, his hands around her throat as he strangled her.

Michael walked over to you, his muffled huffing practically hovering over your ear as he showed you shoes and coat. You stared at the items with a blank expression, wondering what he wanted you to do with these.

He huffed before shaking the items in his hands, motioning the items towards you. You sighed before taking the items with a small smile, throwing on the shoes and coat. You felt the warmth of the fabric soothe your cold figure.

"Thank you..." You muttered softly, looking up at him as he stared down at you.

He couldn't help but think you looked...cute.

He offered you his bloodied hand, which you instantly took and followed him to the exit. You both were finally going to be free and it was all thanks to him.

After a few hours of walking, your feet were beginning to ache and the adrenaline from earlier was wearing off.

After your fifth yawn, Michael stopped in his tracks, turning towards you in the middle of the field. He simply stared at you as you bent forward to rest your hands on your knees.

Michael, I need to rest for a moment. Please my-" Your words were cut off when Michael stormed over to you, grabbing you roughly around the hips, hoisting you into his arms. His arm went around your waist, while the other held your back in a bridal style fashion.

Your eyes widened from his sudden roughness, however you couldn't complain as you basked in his warmth, nuzzling your face in the bloodied fabric of his robe.

"Thank you." You said, closing your eyes and allowing yourself to finally relax for the first time tonight. You didn't notice the way Michael was staring at you in his arms, his darkened eyes filled with something unknown, dangerous...maybe even a little bit of caring.

Silently, he turned and resumed walking through the field, making sure to keep you safe as you began to doze in his arms.

Finally, you were his.

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[megamindsecretlair]

Runaway Lover, Part 2

Pairing: Professor!Big Stunna x Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. SMUT. ANGST. PWP, cursing, PIV, oral (female receiving) teasing/mocking, size kink, dirty talk, praise kink, possession kink, all consensual. Power imbalance.

Summary: After learning that Stunna is your teacher, you must drop the class. When you're unable to, you try to break things off with Stunna. Only it doesn't go so well.

Word Count: 6,067k

Part 1 | Part 3

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You wanted to throw up. You wanted to disappear. You wanted to jump out of your skin and never look back. 

To his credit, Stunna - you refused to call him by his real name - continued on with his spiel, effectively ignoring you. The only thing you could think of was how good he felt. How good he smelled. Those sweet and filthy words he whispered in your ear while he was playing with your pussy. While he owned you. While he seemed to reach inside you and yank out your soul. He stole the damn thing back in Punta Cana and now here he was. In your city. In your school. 

Your anxiety twisted your gut into painful knots that no amount of breathing exercises could fix. You felt as if you had a scarlet letter on your chest. Could anyone tell? Would anyone know? 

You tried to cast your eyes around the room, but there were only the bored looks on everyone’s faces. There were some people checking him out. You didn’t blame them. The man was gorgeous. And the chocolate outfit was so sexy against his dark skin. You wished he was wearing his grills as well. That would ruin you.

You slumped in your seat and looked everywhere but at him. You needed to drop this class. You needed to escape. There was no way that you could spend the next four months staring at that piece of art and not fail the class. Or want to leap over everyone and jump his bones.

You knew what those hands could do. You knew what filthy images he could conjure with his mouth. His deep voice was sinful and you spent a glorious Saturday getting to listen to him speak, laugh, or tell jokes. 

You couldn’t do this. But fear kept you glued to your seat. You could not get up in front of everyone and walk out where everyone could see. And what would Stunna do? Ignore you? Chastise you? Tell you sit your ass back down?

There was only so much he could do without turning awareness to the fact that you knew each other already. The last thing you could afford was a scandal. You’d end up in a newspaper somewhere. Or worse. On the news. You pictured them finding an embarrassing photo of you from the gram and blasting it nationwide. 

The headlines would write themselves. No. You did not need that type of negativity and you were not prepared to do that to Stunna either. So you endured. You waited. You avoided looking at him but you couldn’t close your ears.

You focused on breathing. You daydreamed. You did anything you could not to focus on how those pants fit his long frame. His ass looked magnificent. The sleeves of his sweater were rolled up to reveal his forearms. 

His eyes caught you staring and he fumbled in his speech. He recovered quickly, going over his syllabus for the class. How it was important to show up because he was the type to challenge thinking. He wasn’t going to be a stuffy professor, or at least he wouldn’t try to be. 

You heard a soft sigh to your left. You turned to the sound. There was a woman next to you with pale skin and strawberry blonde hair. She looked at Stunna as if he hung the moon. 

You didn’t blame her but there was a surge of jealousy. You wanted to tell her to look somewhere else because he was fucking taken. The realization that he did not belong to you was like a bucket of ice water down your back. You turned your attention back to Stunna as he told everyone to introduce themselves.

You fought off a groan. If possible, you would sink further into your seat. You hated when professors did this type of shit. Couldn’t they get to know people some other way? In this day and age of technology, how hard was it to print pictures and names and study it like they made students study for an exam? 

Stunna parked his sexy ass on the edge of the desk in the corner of the room. He had an iPad in his hand and he seemed to be jotting notes after each student said their name and a hobby of theirs. 

When it was your turn, Stunna said your name. You took a deep breath and recited your name. You drew a blank on any and all hobbies you ever partook in. “I like to travel,” you finally said. 

Stunna smirked and nodded. “Any interesting places?” He asked.

You bit the inside of your cheek. “I just came back from the DR, actually,” you said.

Stunna nodded. “Very cool! Now, let’s see…” He looked down at his iPad and called the next person but he still had that smirk on his face. You needed to get out. You needed away. He could not make light of the fact that you knew each other. Knowing fuck well it could jeopardize not only you, but his teaching credentials.

Soulmate or not, you were not going to let him throw away his career. The rest of the class went by while you slowly died inside. Stunna introduced some of the books he wanted to read and discuss for the next few months.

As soon as he dismissed the class, you were the first one out of the door. You didn’t think he tried to call after you, but you didn’t give him the chance to. You flew out of the classroom, out of the building, and made a beeline towards the Admin building.

You ran up the steps, lungs burning as you raced across campus. You had a runaway thought that life didn’t seem quite so dull considering that Stunna was in your neck of the woods. But you squashed that. Nothing could happen as long as he was your teacher.

You went up the elevator and got off on the floor with your academic counselor. You made it to his office and knocked on the door. Mr. Sullivan pushed his glasses from his face and looked up with a smile. He was a sweet, if aloof, man who seemed to phone in his work rather than take any joy in it. 

“How is the first day of classes?” He asked. He smiled politely, but there was a look in his eye as if he was trying to place you. 

“I need to drop a class. Or get a different class?” You sat down in front of Mr. Sullivan’s desk and clutched your backpack to your chest. You didn’t want to look at your phone. You didn’t want to see missed calls or texts from Stunna.  There was nothing to discuss until you had all your cards on the table. 

Mr. Sullivan’s thick eyebrows drew down as he woke up his ancient computer. He typed around and hummed as he did so. Your leg bounced a mile a minute as he looked up something on it.

“Forgive me, what’s your name and student number?” 

You told him, repeating it over and over because you were talking too fast for him. Once he got your information, he was back to humming as he searched. “Now, which class do you need to drop?” 

You rolled your neck and told him, again, what you needed done. He nodded and went back to clicking around. There couldn’t be that many literature classes at this fucking school. 

“Oh, dear,” he said.

“What does that mean?” You asked. You chewed on your bottom lip. You fought everything in here to jump over the desk and use his computer to drop the class. 

Mr. Sullivan shook his head. “I’m afraid it’s too late to drop the class,” he said.

“What? What about the first week's grace period?” 

“Usually, yes, you would have the option to switch classes. In your case, however, every literature class at your level is currently full. Perhaps you can check back in at the end of the week and see who starts switching around. Although, you do need this class in order to qualify for your major. I would not suggest dropping it and trying to make it up next year. Six classes are difficult for any student…”

He began to drone on and on about preventing burn out, protecting mental health, whatever else his nasally voice could conjure up. You tuned him out as his words replayed over and over. You were stuck with the class. Or you’d have to try and take six next semester. You could do it, you had no doubt about it. But you shouldn’t have to.

Your last year was your last hurrah before you had to think about what you wanted to do with your major. If you wanted to do grad school or not. You could do a summer class but now was the time to think about internships. 

You sighed and sat back in your seat. Hope was cruel. Hope was spiteful and evil. You had your hopes up that Mr. Sullivan would be able to help you but he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t save you. 

The melancholy this time around sat on you like a ton of bricks. You hadn’t expected to find Stunna on your trip. You hadn’t expected to fall so fast for him. You had your entire life to find someone, true, but you already found your perfect person. Written in the stars for you. Made for you. And now this.

“Now of course, there are some classes offered in the summer for a summer term. But…”

“That’s alright, Mr. Sullivan. I’ll stay in this one. Thanks,” you murmured. You left his office, let the next kid come in and bug the old man, as you left the Admin building. This shit fucking sucked. 

You finally fished your phone out of your pocket. As expected, there were missed calls and desperate texts from Stunna.

Stunna: Please, talk to me.

Stunna: Please

Stunna: I didn’t know! We never talked about it.

Stunna: At least let me know you’re alive??

Each text hurt your heart worse. You could feel his desperation, no matter how far apart you were physically. It felt as if his heart was calling towards yours. Connected on some plane you couldn’t see. The last text from him was an address. 

Stunna: Please, meet me tonight. Just to talk.

Yeah, right. If you went to his place tonight, you’d do more than talk. Your attraction to him was that strong. That powerful. You knew you needed to talk to him if you were going to stay in his class. You were both adults. You could keep your hands off of each other, right? 

Later that night, you met up with Angela and Stella back in the dorm you all shared. They could tell that something was wrong with you but you couldn’t begin to describe it. Every time you tried, the words dried in your throat. Wilting like old flowers. 

“Girl, damn. What happened between you and that guy?” Stella asked.

“Did he hurt you?” Angela asked right after. 

“It’s fine,” you said. Your leg was back to bouncing. Despite your earlier protests, you needed to talk to Stunna. Meeting at his place wasn’t the smartest move. But what was the alternative? Anywhere you met publicly, you worried that anyone would read it all over your face. You’d be just as obsessed as the girl in your class. 

“It’s not fine. If he hurt you, run me his name. I’d beat that mu’fucka up!” Stella said. She held up her tiny fists and shadowboxed in the living room. 

You giggled and shook your head. “I promise he didn’t hurt me. He was the perfect gentleman,” you said. Even while he was in your guts, he was still sweet afterwards. He knew exactly what you needed.

“Then what the hell is going on?” Angela asked.

“Right? I feel like we should have told her to look the other way,” Stella said.

“How could we? That man was so damn fine!” Angela said.

“All of them were! Like where the hell they grow them at?” 

The sisters went back and forth talking about Stunna and his friends. They were right. All of them were fine. But Stunna was different. Smooth skin, neat beard. Tall as a tree. He checked every last one of your boxes. Smart, funny, cultured, traveled, well read. 

You were in trouble. You were standing on the train tracks watching the train approach with lights on, horn blaring, and you couldn’t make yourself move. Didn’t want to move, truth be told.

The time to meet Stunna grew closer. You felt it like the swing of a pendulum. You kept checking your phone. You hadn’t answered Stunna and he hadn’t sent anything else after his address and plea for you to come over. 

Before it got too late, you told the sisters that you would go to the library to see if they had the books you needed for class. Anything to avoid having to go to the student store to purchase the books you’d only need once. They continued to talk and watch TV, content to still recover from the trip.

You went to your room, closed the door, and let the panic overtake you. You tore through your closet trying to find an outfit that screamed that this was casual. You were not trying to look pretty for the man. 

Jeans seemed too casual. A skirt seemed too suggestive. Romper seemed too out of place. You were thinking too much about it. And you were stalling. You sighed and chose a dress. It still seemed too suggestive, but dresses could be casual. It was whatever. It was no big deal. 

You got dressed and left the dorm, heading across campus and off site. There were campus-owned apartments here and you quickly walked, hoping to avoid trouble. The air was cool, almost cold, and there was a light breeze that made trees sway. 

In your haste to leave, you forgot a jacket. Stupid. Stupid just like your decision to hike to his apartment up the block. Your feet carried you there anyway and soon you were outside of his door, knocking on it.

A second later, Stunna opened the door. He changed out of his outfit for the day. He wore gray sweatpants and a black tank that highlighted his amazing physique. 

God took his time with this one. 

There was no doubt about it. You were momentarily struck dumb, openly staring at his body.

“You wanna come in?” His deep voice shook you from your filthy thoughts. 

You smiled and giggled nervously. He stepped back and you went inside. The place was like any other standard apartment. White walls, bright hardwood floors that had seen better days, with a small kitchen and bar area. 

He had boxes lined up against the wall. Some were open and some weren’t. He was still in the middle of moving in, but he had a linen couch and recliner, coffee table, and a flat screen TV with a football game playing. 

He crossed the room and put it on mute. He wiped his hands on the back of his sweats, calling attention to his glorious ass. You clasped your hands in front of you lest the traitorous things do something rash, like smack his booty. 

“I was hoping you’d come.” 

“I didn’t think I was going to,” you admitted. You felt silly standing in the middle of his living room but you didn’t want to sit down and get comfortable either. 

“I’m glad you did. Now I wish we would’ve at least discussed where we were from. When you said you were starting classes, I just didn’t think that it would be possible you’d be in my class,” he said. 

You groaned and rubbed your temples. “I tried to drop the class today,” you said.

A flash of hurt ran across his features before he turned to the TV. A moment later, his features were schooled and he nodded. “That’s probably for the best,” he said.

“I couldn’t drop it. It was too late. Everyone else was full and if I wait till next year, I’d be working overtime to pass all my classes,” you said. 

Stunna just stared at you across the gap. You played with your fingers, tapping the tips to keep you grounded. 

“I don’t like this,” he said. He gestured towards the couch. “Please, come sit. I won’t bite.” He grinned at the end of his sentence and you rolled your eyes, fighting off a grin. He was so damn corny.

You stepped closer anyway, feeling better with each step towards him. You didn’t like being that far away from him either. You sat down, smoothing your blue dress over your legs so that you wouldn’t give him the wrong impression. Maybe jeans would have been better. You definitely needed pants right now. 

You felt the heat of Stunna’s attention on your legs, but you clasped your hands over your lap and kept your legs firmly closed, no matter how awkward or painful it was because of your thick thighs. 

Stunna sat on the edge of the cushion, legs spread wide and taking up so much room that his knee almost brushed yours. His knee may as well have been a raging fire. This was insane right? To feel so intensely for a stranger? 

Stunna didn’t feel like a stranger, that was the problem. He felt like you had known him all your life and you were only remembering your time together. It was surreal and you had no frame of reference for something like this. 

“So you can’t drop the class. And I just got hired so I can’t drop it either,” he said.

“Nope,” you said, emphasizing the P. 

“We didn’t imagine our connection in Punta Cana. It felt like I was dying when you walked away,” he said.

“Don’t say that,” you said. You sighed and refused to look at him. 

“Don’t tell you the truth?” He asked.

“We can’t do anything about it! You’re…my teacher,” you said. 

“I’m not suggesting we do anything about it. I’m just…I’m saying that we can’t ignore this. I just found you,” he said. He tilted his head so that he could catch your eyes. You looked up at him and melted. 

He was so damn cute that it hurt. It physically hurt you that he looked that way, smiled that way, and all of his attention was focused on you. It was the most wonderful feeling in the world and it was cruel.

“We finally found each other and the universe really said ‘guess again’.” You tried to smile but your heart hurt too damn much. 

Stunna moved his hand and slowly grabbed yours. You let him. He slid his fingers in between yours. His hand was hot to the touch. But comforting. Solid. Real. He squeezed your hand and brought it to his lips to place a small kiss on the back of your hand. 

“It’s not forever. We can restrain ourselves for four months, can’t we?” He asked. 

You licked your lips and looked him over. How? How could you be in the same class as him or be near him and not want to touch him? Hold him? Kiss him? You had shared so much on the beach in the DR and more so in his room. 

He pried you open and stared deep into your heart without flinching. He touched your soul. Melded and meshed your worlds together. You couldn’t ignore that. You also didn’t want either one of you to get in trouble. Someone would catch on. It may not be now or in a week, but someone would eventually. 

“We can restrain ourselves for four months,” you agreed. It was only four months. Twelve weeks. That was nothing. It would fly by. 

Stunna nodded and squeezed your fingers. “So, that means we probably shouldn’t meet like this. Or be alone…ever in the next four months. Because I’m not strong enough to resist you,” he said.

“Shut up!” You laughed and shook your head. 

“I wish I could let you see inside my head. You have been on my mind all day. All last night. The things I was thinkin’ ‘bout you earlier,” he said. He bit his lip, head tilted to the side. If you squinted, you were sure that you could see the dirty fantasies playing through his mind. 

“You are insane,” you said. “That doesn’t help!” 

“You’re right, I’m sorry. That was inappropriate,” he said. 

He still held your hand in his and you stared at it. You fit like two lost puzzle pieces to a complicated puzzle. You didn’t want to let go. But you needed to. It needed to start now.

You started to slide your hand from his. He squeezed your hand, unwilling to let go. “Stunna,” you whispered.

“This shit isn’t fair,” he said softly. 

“I know. It’s not forever, right?” You asked. 

He nodded and loosened his grip. You slipped your fingers from his. You lied. This was the hardest shit you ever had to do in your life. Saying goodbye to him the second time hurt a lot worse. It was physical blow to your gut. 

In the DR, you could pretend that it was just a vacation fling. You were talking about meeting up again, but that was in the future. At some unknown date that you didn’t have to think about. You had weeks or months to get to know each other. 

Now, he was real and in your face. Now, he was close enough to reach out and grab. An ache thumped in your chest and you stood up. If you didn’t get up and leave right now, you were going to break down in his new apartment and no man needed to see that. 

You stood and stepped away from his couch, already feeling the numbness creep back in. The hopelessness that the next four months would drag on and on. You made it halfway to the door before Stunna called your name.

You turned towards him just as he was crashing his lips to yours. You hadn’t heard him cross the distance, but with his long ass legs it probably only took him two steps to reach you. He grabbed the sides of your head and tilted your head so that he could kiss you deeper. 

The strength of his kiss undid you. You melted instantly into his arms, kissing him back with as much desperation. He backed you up until your back hit the wall and he pressed you into it, rubbing his erection into your lower belly. 

You had a taste of that so you knew how good it felt. How well he maneuvered it to bring you the most utmost pleasure. You gripped onto his shoulders and held him closer to you while you kissed and explored each other’s mouths.

His warm lips were heaven against yours. Tongue playing with yours. You never wanted it to end. Just kissing him got your panties damp, arousal starting to leak out of you. Sweat gathered between your thighs and you rubbed them together, needing more friction than that.

Stunna broke the kiss, giving you some much needed oxygen. It brought a little clarity. “Stunna, we can’t–” 

Stunna kissed you again, cutting off your complaints. “We need a proper goodbye right?” 

“We had one yesterday,” you pointed out. 

“Naw, this is a real one. Please. I can’t let you walk away for four months without something to hold me over,” he said. 

“You so nasty,” you said and grinned. 

He looked into your eyes and grinned. His smile would always slay you. It was so open and joyous. Straight teeth. Perfect teeth. Perfect smile. Perfect man. 

“Hm, I seem to recall a bad little girl letting strangers play with her pussy,” he said. He smacked your lips with his, once and then twice. He kissed along your jaw and then started kissing your neck. “You can’t wear a dress like this and not expect me to lose my mind.” 

“I didn’t know what to wear!” You said. 

His hands moved from your head down your sides and then gripped your ass under your dress. He moaned, clenching and unclenching your ass cheeks with a low growl. 

“Do me a favor and don’t wear dresses for the next four months. I won’t be able to handle it,” he said. 

You made a strangled noise in the back of your throat. He wouldn’t be able to handle it? “Then you have to come to work looking like a bum, because that’s not fair,” you said. He got to look like an Adonis while you had to dress like a nun? How was that fair?

He squeezed your ass and you moaned, back bowing off of the wall. “Take these panties off for me,” he said. 

Your hands flew to your panties before your mind caught up. You hesitated briefly. Stunna stilled against you, likely giving you a chance to step away. Fuck it. You needed a proper goodbye. You needed something to hold you over as well. Something to get you through these next four months.

You got rid of your panties and he helped you take off your shoes and then your panties. He grinned, lips returning to yours. You moaned, feverish for his kisses. Stunna hissed knelt down in front of you.

He gathered up your dress and pooled it around your hips and fisted it in one hand. He spread your pussy lips with his free hand and delved into your pussy with his tongue. 

“Oh shit!” You moaned. You lifted one leg to give him better access. He growled his appreciation and moved his long tongue towards your dripping entrance. He pumped his tongue in and out of you and your eyes rolled back.

“OH fuck!” You screamed. Your hands dug into his small afro and pulled whatever you could get your hands on. His mouth felt amazing on your pussy. His nose tickled your clit and you felt it in your belly. You huffed and moaned, thighs shaking. 

He moved his tongue to your clit and flicked it back and forth with a speed you didn’t know he possessed. Your whines turned to desperate cries as you began to shake in earnest, screaming out an orgasm. 

Stunna rolled his whole head, slurping up your juices. He moaned into your pussy. He smacked your ass as you twitched above him. You looked down and caught his eyes at the same time. You almost came again. Locking eyes with him brought a level of intensity to the moment that you couldn’t describe. He made you feel like you were a giant. Or sitting on top of the world. 

When he was done with you, he slowly withdrew. There was a spit chain between his lips and your pussy. He grinned, watching it expand. He finally licked his lips and broke it. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and stood up. 

“Taste even better than I remember. Should’ve seen the nut I busted in the shower this morning,” he said.

Your head dropped forward against his chest. “Fuck, don’t tell me that,” you said.

His rumbling chuckle vibrated against your cheek. You lifted your head and moved your hand beneath his sweats. He went commando underneath and you lifted an eyebrow at him. He grinned as your hand wrapped around his dick. You stroked him slowly because you didn’t have enough lubrication to get him going.

“Was gripping my meat and stroking, thinkin’ ‘bout you. About the sounds you made. The way you fit me so well,” he said. As he spoke, his tone went lower. He leaned forward and kissed you. 

He moved his hips and your hand slipped out. You looked at him with the question in your eyes. He grabbed your hips and turned you around. “As much as I would love those lips on me, I’ve been dying to get back in this pussy,” he said. 

He tugged the top of your dress until it came down and trapped your arms to your sides. He pushed you against the wall. The cold hit your nipples and you cried out. He scooted in closer and you felt him tug his sweats down. 

He lifted your left leg, slapping his meat against your pussy. The wet smacks were filthy. You moaned and he ran his dick in between your folds, getting the tip wet.

The tip of his dick pushed at your entrance and you moaned. He slid in, inch by inch, savoring the feeling of getting filled up by him. You were a huffing, panting mess by the time he bottomed out. He kissed your neck where it met your shoulder and you moaned. 

“Fuck,” he whispered.

Exactly your sentiments. You fit. You were a perfect match. He filled you up, just this side of incredibly full, and you closed your eyes to the sensation. To the feeling. He pinned you to the wall and began to move slowly, sliding in and out of you.

“Shit,” he moaned. 

“You feel so good, baby,” you moaned. 

“I feel good? You feel like home,” he said. He continued to kiss your neck, nibbling a bit, as his strokes increased. 

Your hands were on the wall, trying to anchor yourself against him. His strokes increased until he was rutting inside of you. Each thrust drew a ragged moan from your lips. He moved to a different angle and touched your sweet spot. You cried out, shaking desperately on his dick.

“There’s my fucking spot,” he said. He grinned against your skin. Your head flopped to the side. You bit your arm. He felt too good. Slipping in and out of you. The wet smacks of your combined juices were lewd and turned you on more. Made you drip more. 

“So fuckin’ wet, nasty girl. You like this dick, don’t you?”

“Uh-huh,” you moaned, nodding your head. 

“You like this dick inside you?” He asked.

“Uh-huh, so good,” you moaned. You drooled against your arm. 

“Let me hear you then,” he said. He moved his free hand down between your legs and began to stroke your clit in tandem with his thrusts. Your moans increased in volume, turning into screams as you crashed into another orgasm. 

Stunna kissed your cheek and jaw, licked the shell of your ear. “Sound so pretty when you cum. Music to my ears, baby,” he said. 

“Nut in me,” you moaned.

“What?” He asked. 

“Nut in me, please, I need it,” you moaned. 

Stunna growled and increased his thrusts. They turned into a brutal fucking, spearing you. He still played with your clit as he slammed into you, fucking you just how you liked. There was no begging. There was no negotiating. You didn’t have to stop in the middle to communicate that yes, it was okay to get rougher. It was okay to rock into your shit. 

Stunna just did it. He gave you exactly what you needed. 

“You want this nut?” He asked.

“Yessss,” you moaned. 

“Fuck, I’m so close,” he said.

“Stunna, ouuee Stunna,” you moaned in between his strokes.

“That’s right, you let me know who owns this pussy,” he said. 

“You. You own this pussy,” you moaned. He groaned before you finished your sentence. He nutted, his hot cum filling you to the brim. Some of it even slipped out and ran down your thigh. You shivered, your head turning fuzzy at the sensation. 

Stunna finally stilled his strokes and let his dick pulse. You hissed feeling it. Stunna dropped your thigh and grabbed your neck. He pulled you back into him and you turned your head so that you could kiss him. The kiss was sloppy and you both panted, breath fanning across each other’s faces. But any touch of his lips was worth it.

Stunna kissed your cheek. “I still got some more for you,” he said.

“More?” You asked.

Stunna slipped out of you and then roughly turned you around. He kissed you, pressing you back against the wall with the force of his kisses. He kissed down your body, rolling his tongue around both of your nipples. You cried out. 

He tugged you by the front of your dress towards the arm of his couch. He bent you over it and spread your ass cheeks. He moaned and smacked your ass. 

“Fuck, I need all night with you to say goodbye,” he said. 

You were too blissed out to chuckle. Or laugh. Your head was floating, flying; your mind went on a little trip and you had no plans of returning. 

He slipped back inside and you shared a moan, feeling complete once more. He immediately went back to pounding and rutting, slamming his thighs against your ass with the force of his strokes. 

“Who own this shit?” He asked.

“Youuu,” you moaned.

“Own the fuck outta this pussy. Feelin’ so good, pussy feelin’ so good. It’s mine now,” he groaned in between thrusts. The arm of the couch dug into your gut and it felt good. You felt just as you did on Saturday night. Possessed. Owned. 

“It’s yours!” You moaned. “It’s yours, Stunna!” 

“Damn right. Gonna write my initials in this pussy,” he groaned. His fingers turned bruising on your hips. 

His initials were already there. It felt like with every stroke, he was stitching your souls together. You became one soul every time his tip kissed your cervix. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” you moaned on each thrust.

His fingers moved to your clit again, flicking his fingers against it. You tried to lean up. You didn’t know why, only that you needed to move. To ease up a bit. He pressed on your back and made you take his dick. Made you take the brutal pounding. 

“Guhh,” you moaned and came with a loud cry. Your pussy gripped onto him and he moaned, thrusts turning sloppy and twitching. He came right after you, giving you another round of his cum. He soaked your pussy and you shivered, full body shaking.

Stunna slammed once more into you and then stilled, dick pulsing. His cum slipped down your thighs again. You were deliciously sore. You both panted in the quiet space. You listened to any sound he made. Greedy to capture everything. If this was goodbye, you were hesitant to see what hello looked like. 

Stunna slowly slipped out of you. You cried out. 

“Shh, shh, you know I got you, baby,” he said. When he was out, you were still sore as hell. You began to shake as the cold crept in. Something so powerful took a lot of energy. You weren’t just imagining things on Saturday. It wasn’t the anonymity of the vacation. You two shared a real connection. The kind love songs and poems were written about. And it was scary as hell. 

Stunna returned with a warm washcloth. You cried out, leaning up against the couch. Stunna cooed and talked softly. “I got you. I’m right here,” he said. He finished and wiped up your thighs as well.

When finished, he disappeared with the washcloth and then came back. He helped you stand and adjusted the dress back to where it should be. Then he moved towards the couch and had you straddle him. He held you and rubbed your back as you scooted into him and laid your head on his shoulder.

You didn’t speak. There was nothing to say. You had to find the strength to walk away from this in the morning. You weren’t going to fight it. You needed this goodbye as much as he did. You needed to get your mind wrapped around the fact that you couldn’t have this for months. 

It wasn’t the end of the world but it sure as shit felt like it. You were tired of being strong. But for now, you’d have to endure. It was the only way to get the best of both worlds. 

You listened to the cadence of his breathing. Warm chest. Strong arms around your back. “It’s not forever,” he said quietly.

No, it wasn’t forever.

D'awww, if you need more, you know I got you!

The Secret Big Stunna Files | Part 1 | Part 3

[spiderispunk]

Use Me

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Fem!Reader Word Count: 2.6k Warnings: Smut (18+). Mentions of Alcohol Consumption. Semi-Tipsy Sex. Thigh Riding. Unprotected Sex. Dirty Talk.  A/N: Breaking my writing drought with the horniest thing I've written in recent history. Like all good fics, this one started with a porn video. Hope you all enjoy.

I did my best proofreading, but I probably missed something. All mistakes are my own.

You follow Bradley into his apartment building, giggling quietly as you stumble along behind him. His hand is warm and solid, his fingers tangled in yours. A steady guide as he leads you up the stairs and down the dim hallway past the other quiet apartments.

Your blood sings in your veins, dancing with the high buzz of a night out with friends. The whole night is awash with a shimmering silver glow. You can still feel the pulse of the music and the warm ocean breeze on your skin, and taste the faint salt and lime flavor of the three margaritas you had earlier tonight. 

You’d started feeling frisky half-way through your second one. Something about the salt and tequila had you eyeing up your boyfriend and slowly sliding your hand up his thigh. You’d seen his smirk and raised eyebrow out of the corner of your eye, but he’d made no move to stop you. Instead he’d continued on with his conversation without breaking a sweat, as if his girlfriend wasn’t feeling him up underneath the booth.

And really, how could you keep your hands off of him when he looked so good? Dressed in a fitted pink silk shirt with the first two buttons undone to show a golden chain resting atop the smattering of dark hair that covered his chest. Jeans so fitted it was like he was on a personal mission to ruin your life. And his hair, curling slightly from the spray of the sea. It was all too much for your tipsy self to handle. 

Things had carried on from there. You’d danced a little too indecently in the center of the dancefloor; your back pressed against his broad chest with his hands gripping your waist, controlling the grind of your hips. You threw heavy lidded looks over your shoulder, and Bradley answered them with lewd ones of his own. You could feel his cock straining through his jeans, so obvious through the thin material of your dress. At one point his hand slid up and under the back of the flowy skirt, toying with you briefly.   

Maybe that was the breaking point. The moment that had you abandoning the dancefloor at Mach 10 speed, dragging Bradley behind you. You hadn’t even bothered to give a flimsy excuse to your friends, almost certain they could suss out the true reasoning behind your sudden exit. 

You probably would have fucked in the parking lot if it wasn’t so crowded. Instead, you had to settle for heavy petting on the way home. One of Bradley’s hands gripped the steering wheel, the other sat on your thigh, pushing your dress higher and higher until his fingers rubbed against the lace of your underwear. Your hands were plenty busy as well, rubbing the stiff erection his jeans failed to hide. 

Now you’re back home in record time, watching the relaxed sway of Bradley’s broad shoulders as he walks in front of you. He stops in front of his door, and shoves his free hand into his front pocket to grab the house keys. 

“Gonna need this for a minute,” Bradley smiles and kisses the back of your hand before gently placing it back at your side.

Impatience flitters through your body as you watch him slowly sift through the many keys on his chain. Seriously, how many keys does one man need? He has to be doing this on purpose. Prolonging the search just because he knows it’ll make you squirm. 

“Hurry up.” You wrap your arms around his waist and trail your lips across his shoulder.

Bradley chuckles. “Someone’s eager,” he teases. 

“I wanna fuck my boyfriend,” you mumble, fingers trailing up and under his shirt to run along the length of his waistband. “That a crime?” 

He finally selects the correct key and pushes it into the lock. “Nope,” he says, but still doesn’t unlock the door. 

“Well unless you’re going to fuck me right here in this hallway, I suggest you open the fucking door.” You punctuate the request with a squeeze over his clothed crotch. 

“Bossy,” Bradley says and finally unlocks the door. “It’s kinda hot. Wanna boss me around tonight, baby? Want me to let you call the shots?” 

There’s a deep timbre to his tone now. The words are rich with desire. You feel his entire body rumble with it. You feel your own yearning slide through your body. Slow and heated like molten metal. It pools low in your belly, sending an ache through your cunt. 

Your clit throbs and you bite your bottom lip. “Inside. Now.” 

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He pushes the front door open and pockets his keys. There’s a smirk on his face when he turns to face you. “Where do you want–” 

His question is cut off by the surge of your lips. You mold your body against his, holding him close with your fingers tangled in his hair. Bradley backs into the apartment and kicks the front door shut. His hands slide down the curve of your back, and Bradley grabs your ass, keeping you pressed firm against him as he teeters further into the apartment. 

You tease his bottom lip with the tip of your tongue, lightly tracing the pink skin until his mouth parts in invitation. You moan quietly as the taste of him– faint traces of fruit from the cider he was drinking, a bit of mint from the Altoid he’d slipped earlier- greets you. His tongue slides against yours, hot and eager to taste you in kind. 

How many surfaces does Bradley press you against before deciding on the couch? There was the console by the front door, where he stopped only briefly so you both could kick off your shoes while he kissed and licked down your neck. The kitchen door frame so he could grind his hips against yours until you whined. Then he’d deposited you on the arm of the sofa, only to sink to his knees a moment later and bury his head between your thighs. Only then did he settle on the couch with you on top of him. 

You reach for his belt immediately, undoing the buckle and then popping the button on his jeans. In no time you’ve got a hand wrapped around his cock, and are stroking him slowly. 

“Not that I don’t enjoy where this is going,” Bradley groans, voice muffled by your tits as he presses open-mouthed kisses along the plunging neckline of your dress. “But what’s gotten into you?” 

“Three margaritas and my smokin’ hot boyfriend,” you say, twisting your wrist. 

He groans, and the pleasure-warped sound sends a jolt through your body. “Haven’t gotten in you yet.” Bradley chuckles, low and throaty.  

 “Yeah, well what are you waiting for?” You ask. 

“I’m waiting for you to tell me what to do.” His smoked-whiskey eyes meet yours. “You’re calling the shots, remember?” 

You sit back slightly. “Take my dress off.” 

A grin slowly spreads over his face. “There you go, honey. Now we’re in business.” 

He gathers the skirts of your dress in both hands and slowly slides it up your body. The heat of his calloused fingers sends goosebumps rippling across your skin. You lift your arms, and Bradley eases the dress over your head and tosses it onto the ground. 

He tilts his head to the side. “And?” 

“And your shirt. I don’t want to rip the buttons accidentally.”

Bradley kisses along your jaw as he unbuttons the shirt with steady fingers. “You like the shirt?” He asks, shrugging his shoulders out of the silk and dropping it on the floor near your clothes. 

“Love it. I want you to wear it again.” You wrap your arms around his shoulders and play with the hair at the nape of his neck. 

He grins. “You got it, babe. What’s next?”

“Next, you kiss me,” you whisper and slot your lips against his. 

Bradley’s mouth devours you, hot with a passion that makes you dizzy. His hand trails up your body to cup your breast. His fingers slip past the lace of your bra and flick at your nipple until it hardens. You grind your hips down onto his thigh, gasping against his lips when your clit catches on the rough material of his jeans. 

“Fuck, baby.” Bradley breaks the kiss to watch your desperate movements. “Look at you all worked up. All because of me and that fucking shirt?” He asks and fits his other hand against your hip to guide your stilted rhythm.

You nod, head tilting back at the delicious friction. Your toes curl as the fierce heat of pleasure overtakes your senses. You’re greedy with it, chasing after the spark that will set the smoldering flames ablaze. You get closer to it with every desperate rock of your hips. 

Bradley leans back against the cushion. “That’s it,” he murmurs encouragement. “Get yourself off on my thigh. You’re so fucking hot.” 

You whine, nails digging into his shoulder as an anchor. “Bradley.” 

“I’m right here, honey,” he grins up at you. “Keep going. Make a mess all over me.” 

Shivers wrack your body, and something akin to fire rushes over your skin. The beginnings of something heady and sweet swells within you. You rock your hips steadily, bottom lip trapped between your teeth, and eyebrows furrowed in concentration, intent on reaching it. 

Bradley’s mouth charts a wanton path over your skin. From mouthing at the pulse point of your jaw, to a chaotic, sloppy zig zag down your throat. His tongue darts out to taste the salt on your skin, the perfume dabbed in the hollows of your collarbone, until he reaches the barrier of your bra. 

It’s off in seconds, clumsily joining the growing pile of clothes gathering at the foot of the sofa. The tip of his tongue traces the swell of your breasts. His teeth scrape the sensitive skin, teasing goosebumps and blood to the surface. Then his warm lips chase the sting away, pressing soft kisses over the secret blossoming marks. 

You cry out when his mouth closes over your nipple, sucking and gently biting. You arch into his touch, a silent plea for more. Your orgasm so close, you can almost taste it, sticky and sweet, in the back of your throat. 

“‘M close,” you whisper, fingers gripping Bradley’s shoulders like a life raft. 

“That’s my girl. Come for me, baby,” Bradley mumbles against your spit-slicked nipple. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful. Wanna see you come all over my thigh. Give it to me.” 

Your head tilts back further, a silent moan on your tongue as the end rushes up to meet you. When you come, you come hard. Tiny peals of pleasure fall from your lips like a prayer. Gratitude and joy wrapped up in quiet moans and whimpers. 

Bradley groans, watching you with hungry eyes. He takes in your every move. Each flutter of your eyelids, every twitch of your lips. The slack of your jaw, perfect lips shaping the syllables of his name over and over again. The way your body shudders as hot pleasure takes over. 

You slump against his chest, boneless. Your chin rests on his shoulder as you catch your breath. 

“Goddamn,” he whistles. “I love watching you come.” The hand on your hip slides down to where your body is joined. His fingers swirl around in the slick mess pooled between you. “Look at the mess you’ve made.” He holds his fingers up to the light.

You blink, suddenly a little bashful about the growing wet patch on Bradley’s jeans. You avert your gaze, but Bradley clicks his tongue and shakes his head. 

“Look,” he says again, and this time you do. “That was all you. My perfect, gorgeous girl.” He brushes his thumb against your damp cunt and you groan. “So fucking wet. I can’t wait to be inside you.” His damp fingers wrap around his stiff cock. “What do you want, baby?” 

You gently wrap your fingers around the gold chain hanging around his neck, and pull him closer to kiss him briefly. “Take your pants off,” you whisper when your lips part. “And then, I’m going to fuck you.”

Bradley must set a world record for how quickly he manages to get those jeans off and onto the floor. It’s a wonder you managed not to fall off of the couch. 

You settle on top of him again and slide your panties to the side. You knock his hand out of the way and stroke his dick slowly. The groan Bradley lets out when you slowly sink down onto him borders on painful. His jaw flexes and he breathes deeply through his nose. 

“Jesus,” he breathes. “You’re so fucking tight. Feel fucking incredible.” He wraps his large arms around your body and holds you as close as he can. 

You whine at the stretch as you take him completely. You set a leisurely pace, allowing you and Bradley to just feel each other. Letting the heat build in your chest and well over. Your breathing slows, matching the steady up and down of Bradley’s shoulders. He’s got his head buried in your neck, and you can feel each of his dewey, warm exhales on your skin. 

“Just like that,” he whispers, his voice tight with the last remnants of his self-control. “Fuck me, baby. You do it so well.” 

That sets you off. You abandon the slow rock of your hips and fuck him desperately. Your hips meet his in a sloppy rhythm. It’s a race towards the finish, towards satisfaction. You lean back, balancing your hands on Bradley’s knees in search of that angle that’ll have you seeing stars.

“Right there, right there, right there,” Bradley groans through gritted teeth. “That's right. Take it, honey. Use my cock and make yourself come. Wanna feel you dripping all over me. Shit.” A long, drawn out sound as your cunt squeezes around him, making his hips buck up to yours. 

“Fuck, it’s so good,” you whine. Your nails dig shallow marks down his chest. 

“Yeah. I know, sweetheart. I know.” He presses his thumb against your clit and rubs in time with the sloppy grind of your hips. “Wanna come, don’t you?” 

“Yes.” You nod. “So bad.”

“Whatever you want. It’s all yours, baby,” he whispers. “Just take it.” His jaw clenches, and you can tell from the look in his eyes that he’s so close to the edge. And you’re millimeters away from it yourself. 

You squeeze your eyes shut and concentrate on the slick circles he thumbs against your clit. Warmth bursts low in your belly, growing ever brighter with each needy roll of your body. Between the thumb on your clit, and the gruff praises Bradley whispers, you’re wrecked. Shattered. Barely hanging on to your sanity. 

“Gonna come,” you whimper. 

“There’s my girl. That’s it, baby,” Bradley praises, making your stomach flip. “Let go for me.” 

Your thighs grow taut, legs trembling around his waist as you reach the blissful peak. You fall against Bradley’s chest, but he’s right there, sturdy and strong. His arms wrap around your waist, holding you close as his hips fuck up into you, shoving you deeper into the throes of passion. 

“Fuck, honey. Shit. Feel so good when you come.” Bradley’s right behind you, coming inside you with a strangled groan. His grip on your body so tight, you know you’ll have some bruises on your hips tomorrow. 

You melt into his arms, body lax against his as your heartbeat resumes a normal pace. 

Bradley nudges his nose against yours and kisses your lips sweetly. “You good?” He asks. 

“Better than good. On Cloud 9, actually.” You run your fingers through his hair and play with his damp curls. “Feel free to wear that shirt more often.” 

He laughs. “Oh, I will. Especially if it’ll lead to this.” Bradley smacks your ass. 

You give him a smirk. “I never stood a chance. You know what they say about giving a woman margaritas.” 

[smrsxx]

Enough | Charles Leclerc x shy!fem!reader

|Instagram AU|

Request : Hello!! I adore your work and I wanted to ask if you could write something with Charles Leclerc x shy reader with a little bit of angst and fluff at the end, maybe a secret relationship that people don't approve. Also I'm soo looking forward to what you're about to write with Lewis it'll be great!!! Keep up the good work you're amazing<333!!!

Summary : The reader and Charles have been in a secret relationship for a really long time. But after some unexpected events their relationship becomes public and some people decide to express their opinions via Instagram comments .

Tw : mainly angst , mean Instagram comments , Charles being angry 😈

English isn't my first language so if you spot any mistakes please just bare with me .

Ps. I think that I'm out of the concept but I wanted to upload it. 🥲

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@f1ferraridailynews

📍Italy

SHOCKING NEWS : F1 Ferrari Driver Charles Leclerc was spotted holding hands and kissing another woman .

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Comments :

@f1addict wtf ? How when where and why ?

@charlitof1fan Well it's not any of your business.

@ferrarifan16 I agree. Hope their happy : )

You visited Italy with Charles at his brake before the Azerbaijan race and thought that everything was going well , until some pictures of you holding hands and walking together were uploaded on some Instagram Account .

And Ofcourse some of the comments were just mean without any reason .

"They shouldn't be together . He is famous and she apparently isn't which makes them different. " , " Why are they even in a relationship ? I bet she wants him only for his money . " , " She can't be that good looking. " , " I can't find any socials that will Mach her. Ew. " , " They ate both so stupid for going out together"

These were some of the comments you told Charles , who he appears to be very angry.

"Just stop reading them baby . " He said to you and took your phone from your hands .

"It's no good . " He said one last time this day and grabbed his phone.

"I am gonna fix this my love don't worry." Charles said to you kissing your forehead.

After a couple of minutes he uploaded 2 new posts in his Instagram account.

@charlesleclerc

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" See ? Everything is fine. I just hate it when people do things like that. " Charles said looking at you with sad eyes.

"It's okay my love. We'll be fine. " You said to him and kissed his lips to ease the situation.

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@unimportantbabymilksharkte

[boosari]

yin and yang — j.ww

pairing: bf!wonwoo x fem!reader

genre: fluff

wk: 0.5k

warnings: mentions of chinese philosophical symbol (yin and yang if you could consider it as a warning)

summary: you and your boyfriend decide to watch a movie for the night, but you end up admiring each other's face.

rest is all wonwoo needed right now. just him, you and movies. finally that day arrived. a day off, which you obviously used as your advantage as a couple. today wonwoo didn't feel like hanging out and proposed to stay at home and spend time together by playing games, cooking and cuddling. to which you agreed immediately.

you and wonwoo are the perfect mach. like two magnets, like the sun and the moon, like the north pole and the south pole, like the yin, the night, the femaleness, passivity and absorption and the yang, the daylight, the maleness, light and heaven. it's like you two complete each other.

after a day of playing games, cooking and various activities, the night has arrived. you agreed on watching a movie (avatar 2) and just cuddle on the couch.

"everyone loves this movie" you say looking at the movie as it starts.

"yeah, i heard a lot of positive feedbacks too, we will probably like it as well, since we enjoyed the first one" he replies smiling at you.

you get comfortable, putting your head on his shoulder, as his arm wraps around your body.

wonwoo glances down at you, only to see your eyes glued to the tv, concentrated and bond to the movie, your brows furrowed a little. he now notices also your cute pyjamas, your messy bun, your bare face. the corner of his lips curve upward a little, admiring your face, realising that you were beautiful, and he was lucky to have you.

you on the other hand were too concentrated on the movie. after a while you felt like being observed, so you turn your head to the side, to see your boyfriend staring at you with a little smile on his face.

"what? is there something on my face?" you ask lifting yourself from him a little. he doesn't reply, only shakes his head while smiling a little.

"why are you staring at me then?" you laugh a little. "nothing...just pretty" he replies. you smile widens as you snuggle close to him.

now you're the one to look up at him, and notice his glasses, his messy hair, his cute pyjamas (that matched with yours) and realised that he was handsome. and how lucky you were to have him.

you are both so whipped for each other.

he notices your stare, and looks down at you for the nth time. and everything freezes. no one paying attention to the movie anymore.

you stayed like that for who knows how long, just looking at each other, admiring each other, loving each other. your eyes locked, you saw the universe in his and he saw the stars in yours. just like two pieces that completed each other.

you slowly put a hand on his cheek, caressing it as he leans in your touch. you two keep looking at each other adoringly while smiling like idiots.

"i love you" he suddenly says, without breaking eye contact.

you smile, your eyes still locked in his. "i love you too, wonwoo".

there's always a piece of him in your heart and soul, just like there's a piece of you in his. because the yin always has a piece of yang in it, just like yang has a piece of the yin.

a/n: thank you @jeonride for the request! very very sweet, we love a soft wonwoo! i think i got carried away and added little off-topic details. my bad guys i just love being philosophical LMFAO. just to clarify, yin and yang are opposites but they also complete each other. i honestly don't know if reader and wonwoo are opposites, you can interpretate it the way you want. it's a bit short kinda like a drabble, but still i hope you guys will like it!

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[vampyrgoff]

First kiss W/ Rz!Michael Myers HC's

Rz!Michael Myers x fem!reader

contains—fluff, a lil suggestive?, maybe ooc Michael but i hope either way its enjoyable to read

requests— open! send requests besties &lt;3

vampyr's note— idk I was bored? I got a lot of encouragement and lots of love from people on my first kiss hc's with the Sinclairs and I'm honestly so happy! cause I had a lot of fun writing for them🥺 also thanks for 100 followers! <3 NOT PROOFREAD!

word count— 891 words 4.7k characters

gif isn't mine! link to my other first kiss hc's &lt;3

reblogs, comments, and feedback are always appreciated<3

I won't lie, your first kiss with michael wasn't for awhile.

I like to think that your first encounter with him was him breaking into your house because he needed a place to hide.

Things lead to other things and you were taking care of this big man and basically showing him how to love and how to accept it.

He's basically mute, and only uses his voice whenever he absolutely needs to.

Your first kiss with him was basically an action you'd do to show your gratitiude

He'd make you your own paper mache mask, your heart swelling, and you felt yourself swooning for him.

Although his facial expression could be deemed as emotionless, his eyes spoke the truth. They gleamed with such pride, only you'd be able to really tell though.

You couldn't help but take the mask from his large but delicate hands and smile ear to ear.

As you examined the mask, Michael observedyour facial expressions, your flushed face and the way your eyes twinkled in the dim dining room light.

Michael loved observing you. It truly was his favorite passtime. If he wasn't making masks in your house, all he would do was follow you around like some lost ginormous puppy.

You kissed his cheek out of happiness.

Although his facial expression didn't budge, his body surely reacted to you as always.

His face flushed but you knew if you were to even bring it up or tease him about it, it would loop you in for one hell of a night.

You put your hand on his broad shoulder and he looks up at you with expectant eyes.

"Michael, can I kiss you?"

Such a simple question made the blond in front of you flush a more prominent pink.

You truly wouldn't know but Michael always wanted to kiss you, ever since you guys established the relationship. But what constantly held him back was the lack of experience. He was sure you had other lovers, and that said lovers were at least experienced in some way shape or form, but Michael never wanted to steal a kiss from you and you think anything negative about it.

Michael's response was to pat your butt, his way of telling you to sit on his lap as he scoots the dining chair away from the table trying to give you room to sit comfortably on him.

As you straddle him, your hands met with his broad chest, his head peering down at you a bit, blond locks over his face.

With a free hand, you reach up to his face and pull some strands away from his face and tuck it behind his ear, earning a small twitch at the corner of his mouth. He wanted to smile a bit but obviously stopped himself from doing so.

"Well can I?" you ask again.

Silence fills the room again and you see his gaze look down to his hands and he takes your hand into his, his hand swallowing yours in comparison as silent consent.

As you lean into him, your chests finally connecting and your hearts beating as one, you place a small gentle kiss to Michael's pretty pink lips.

To your surprise, he reciporates. His free hand flying to your waist. He quickly turns the light kiss into a heavy one, his lips hungry for more, but you pull away from him and rest your hand at his jaw, thumb caressing his slight stubble.

"M...More." His voice was husky and strained, it was obvious he was holding himself back to truly take what he wanted, something that he was used to doing in other aspects of his life.

Your heart was beating pretty fast at the sudden use of his voice. You knew that whatever happened to compel him to use his voice in this moment was a good sign that he liked this kiss, loved it even.

His eyes were so pretty, they told an entire story that only you could read. His eyes were dilated. The blue of his eyes now a smaller ring as his pupil became a bigger one.

He must have been feeling a lot of things in the moment. All thoughts about his behavior and such went away when he leaned into you again, not pressing his lips onto yours, but resting his forehead onto yours, he was breathing heavily, almost panting.

You revelled in the fact that only you can make Michael feel this way.

Only you can make hims so eager and needy for a bit of touching and a bit of kissing

You wrapped your arms around his neck and his large hands meet at your waist, he has the expectant look in his eyes, waiting for you to continue the kiss.

In moments like these, you felt like a mentor teaching the mentee. It was like you held authority over this big, burly, hunk of a man.

You had the control. You controlled the pace of everything and it was amazing. Of course Michael never saw it this way, if he did, things would go a lot different and a lot more chaotically.

The look in his eyes were so hopeful, his dead expression, looking less dead with the way his cheeks were dusted pink.

All I can say is... this man is wrapped around your finger.

[zanarkandskylines]

Leave It All Behind

『♡』  fem!reader x pro-hero bakugo ╰➤ ꒰ pro-heroes au | aged to 24 | nasty break up ꒱ -`✧ katsuki bakugo masterlist 

summary: a heated argument, a slammed door, a thrown ring, and two broken hearts. everything changed in the blink of an eye when you decide to blow up your whole life over a change of scenery. tags & warnings: violence against a partner, angst, no happy ending, bakugo cries a lot a/n: this physically pained me to write because I don’t wanna make Katsuki cry like that but the angst just came flooding out of my brain 😭 ꒰ Ao3 version | word count; 1,175 ꒱

“I quit.”

Katsuki drops the mug in his hand, ceramic pieces and lukewarm tea splattering all over the kitchen floor.

“What?!” His voice is amplified, preparing for the argument he knows is brewing.

“I said ‘I quit.’ I left the agency today.” Your tone is cold as you cross your arms and shift on your hip.

Katsuki blinked repeatedly and scrunched his brows together, wondering if he somehow jumped into a different reality.

“We fuckin’ talked about this! I thought-”

“What? You thought you could order me around like a goddamn dog?!” You snap, waving your hands around in defense.

“No! Where th’ fuck is this coming from?”

Katsuki is legitimately bewildered. You just had the conversation last night and came to the conclusion you were not going to quit being a hero - all of that just flew out the window at mach speed.

“I decided myself I didn’t need the number two hero ordering me around, acting like I’m gonna sneak up and take your fucking job!” The anger inside you is boiling hot, your voice raised to match Katsuki’s volume.

“Th’ fu…I don’t think that! I’ve been by your side since day fuckin’ one! Where the hell is this coming from, y/n?!”

You take a step toward him, purposefully invading his space to get under his skin. He hated when you’d do this during a fight.

“I’m tired of it all, Katsuki! What the hell is the point?! Heroes are used as punching bags! We’re fucking humans and we are treated like pawns in a goddamn game. I’m tired of being a symbol of something I don’t believe in anymore.”

Katsuki takes a step back, bumping into the countertop as his expression shifts from anger to concern.

“Baby, let’s take a step -,” he attempts to say to lower the level of tension in the room.

“Don’t fucking call me baby,” you snarl, pointing a finger in his face.

What the fuck is happening between you two?

“Fine. Y/N, let’s take a second-”

The sound of a slap echos in the kitchen, cutting through the conversation and stopping time itself. You’re breathing heavily, a fire burning in your heart as you glare at your finance. Katsuki’s stunned, his cheek reddening from your strike. He doesn’t turn back to meet your gaze, hopelessly refusing to accept what just happened.

“Shut the fuck up. I’ve made up my damn mind.”

“…did that make you feel better?” He mumbles, voice wavering as he swallows hard.

The final string inside you snaps - a cable becoming frayed, flailing wildly out of control with electric emotion.

You shove him against the counter and spin on your heel, stomping out of the kitchen. A piece of the broken mug in your path catches your bare foot - you don’t even acknowledge the pain of the pottery slicing through your skin.

Katsuki is frozen, he’s astonished and cannot even form words to say to you right now. Who the hell was this? Where did his beloved fiancé go?

“I’m done. I’m fucking done!” You scream, returning to the kitchen from the bedroom. You’re holding your engagement ring in your hand.

Katsuki’s heart turns to concrete and drops into the pit of his stomach.

“W-wait, y/n, please…just wait a s-second,” he begs with trembling hands. “Don’t do this.”

You chuck the ring straight into his chest, bouncing off his shirt and clattering onto the kitchen tile. He audibly gasps, watching as the ring rolls into a puddle of the spilled tea.

Katsuki’s blood runs cold. Is this real? This had to be a nightmare, a really fucking terrible nightmare. There’s no way his sweet hero of a partner was standing in front of him. You had to have been cloned and this is an imposter.

“I. Am. Fucking. Done. Fuck you, Katsuki Bakugo. Have a good fuckin’ life.”

Katsuki scrambles to grasp your hand as you turn your back to him.

“Please, stop this! I can’t lose you, y/n!” He blubbers, unable to stop the hot tears spilling from his eyes. His voice cracks as he’s calling after you. “I’m s-sorry! Whatever it is, I’m fuckin’ sorry. We can talk about it. Whatever is happening, we can fix it. We can forget this whole conversation happened!”

You smack his hand away from yours and the sting is sent straight to his bleeding heart.

“I don’t want to talk about it. I’ve made up my mind.”

You don’t have time to pack anything, nor do you have time to explain yourself. There’s nothing you can do - no turning back now. The plan is in motion and there’s no putting on the brakes.

Reaching into your pocket, you take your phone out and smash it against the floor. Pieces of glass and small electronic parts scatter in all directions. The phone remains powered on as it bounces on the floor, a glimpse of your lock screen visible to Katsuki. It’s a picture from your engagement photo shoot - the phone screen split directly in between the two of you.

“Sell all my shit, I don’t want it. Never, ever, contact me again.”

He’s hysterical at this point, sobbing and a whimpering where he stands.

“Who th’fuck are you?! Where’s this 180 comin’ from?!”

Katsuki’s desperate for any answer, he doesn’t care if it gets you to stay.

“I’m tired of playing hero when my true allegiance lies with the villains.”

That’s the last thing you say before hastily making your way to the door. Hand on the doorknob, you take a final moment to say goodbye to everything you’re leaving behind - the love of your life, your career, friends and family. All of it is burning to the ground.

Katsuki bolts to the door, slamming his hand onto the wood to stop you from leaving. He’s panicking as his whole life is crumbling in front of his eyes.

“Please. Y/N. Y’don’t have to stay with me. But for fucks sake, is this worth throwing everything away? How could you do this!? What do I tell your parents, our friends?!”

You say nothing as you yank the door open, forcing his hand off the frame. You don’t make eye contact as you pull the door closed, jogging down the apartment hallway.

You know for a fact if you stayed for any amount of time longer, you would have crumbled. Taken it all back and refuse to leave, walk the path of a happy and healthy life.

“There you are. I was about to go knock on your door to get you, silly!” Toga says cheerfully, taking your arm in hers. “Ready to go?”

“Yep. Let’s go.”

The walk down the sidewalk is the hardest road you’ve traveled, not looking back at all the damage you’re leaving behind.

The new generation of the league of villains welcomes you with open arms and cannot wait for all of your inside intel on hero society.

It’s about time you make a change in this world - your way.

I have an extended idea to build off of this short where villain reader meets pro hero bakugo again in the future but we’ll see if it ever comes to fruition

[dreamauri]

‧˚⊹ 𝗱𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗶 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 ଓ :: 𝗠𝗩𝟭 ‧₊˚⤾

you are reading :: part twelve !!

╭╯ pairing . . . max verstappen x fem! driver! reader ) ┊ summary . . . this part of your life is called: healing <3 ) ┊ genre . . . fluff ) ╰╮ warning . . . google translated german )

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2013 — somewhere in France

You flicked the visor up, nodding in thanks as the steward handed you the trophy. "félicitations, seventeen. C'était une belle performance aujourd'hui" [congratulations, seventeen. That was a beautiful performance today] He clapped your back, standing beside you for the photographer to take his shot before moving onto Max in second place, then Charles in fourth.

You go back to your little station once the trophy giving is over. Gathering your stuff, you couldn't help but overhear the shouting between the Verstappens a few tents away. And you did what any person did. You watched Jos fuss around in Dutch before ultimately stomping away.

Max looked down at his feet defeated, angry tears in his eyes as he looked around for the things he had to pack. [you need help] He looked back to see your figure standing at the entrance.

He didn't say a word, watching you silently. You were the reason he got the scolding after all. Jos wasn't pleased that his son lost to a girl.

"Ich bin mit dem Packen meiner Sachen fertig und dachte, du brauchst die zusätzlichen Hände." [i finished packing my stuff, i thought you'd need the extra hands] You offered gently, taking a step in. Max looked away from you, clicking his tongue in visible annoyance. "Das mit deinem Vater tut mir leid. Ich weiß, wie scheiße es ist-" [i'm sorry about your father. i know how much it sucks-] "Du weißt nichts." [you don't know anything] Max spat back angrily.

"Das tue ich leider." [i do, unfortunately] You sighed scratching the back of your head only to find your helmet there instead. "Unsere Väter sind sich sehr ähnlich." [our fathers are very similar] "und wie ist das? Ich wette, du bist nur Papas Tochter, die immer wieder gewinnt." [and how's that? you're just daddy's girl who keeps winning, I bet]

"Er hat mich in ein Zimmer gesperrt. Er will nicht, dass ich gewinne." [he locked me in a room. he doesn't want me to win] you looked away feeling ashamed. "aber das ist nicht der Punkt. Ich bin hergekommen, um dir beim Packen zu helfen. Habe ich die Erlaubnis?" [but that's not the point. i came here to help you pack. do I have permission]

He looked at you for a few moments before nodding hesitantly. You got to work. And although you were still in your early teen years and weren't as strong as a full grown man, you were able to help him as much as he needed; with his kart, with the tent, his tools, his spare parts, everything.

"Vielen Dank, dass ich Ihnen helfen durfte." [thank you, for letting me help you] You put your hand out for him to shake and he took it gently. "Danke, dass du mir geholfen hast." [thank you for helping me]

"Ich gehe jetzt, bis bald, Verstappen." [i will be going now, i'll see you soon, Verstappen] ". . .-wie geht es dir nach Hause?" [how are you going home] why was he asking? You weren't that relevant or important for him to worry about your safety. Then again, Max couldn't imagine a podium where you weren't P1.

He could see the smile and sunshine reach your eyes. That was the first time he noticed your eyes. Safe to say he was mesmerized by the gentleness and warmth that came with them.

"Mach dir keine Sorgen, mein Onkel holt mich ein paar Blocks weiter von der Tankstelle ab." [don't worry about it, my uncle will pick me up from the gas station a few blocks down] He watched you pull your machine in your pull cart, keeping your helmet on as you exited the circuit alone.

Max never thought you'd have such a big heart to help him or such pretty eyes that still lingered in his mind when he closed his eyes for a nap during the car ride home.

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"I am your father."

"Nooo." You and Leon said at the same time in monotone, syncing with Luke Skywalker on the screen in front of you. Mkayla looked out the window worried, watching your brothers run after Max around the garden in the rain.

"Should we be worried—" "No." You and Leon answered at the same time, eating popcorn in sync, 100% focused on the master piece of a movie. Star Wars: the empire strikes back.

"That was . . . Enough cardio . . . To last me . . . 50 reincarnations." Meike flopped on the couch wet with rain and sweat. You pushed him away, fake gagging from the gross smell and touch.

"Pink." He retorted ( trying to insult you ) before moving onto his girlfriend who wore the same grossed out reaction. You watched as Killian walked in with Max in headlock, one dropping in his father's chest and the other in yours.

"Get off me, kid." Leon fussed pushing his oldest away, cringing at the beads of sweat in his hands, which he wiped off in your shirt ( an inside joke you were surprised he still remembered ).

"But that's not fair! Micky and Nunu are with their partners. My wifey isn't here! Dad, be my dad for a second— I don't want to third wheel . . . Or not." Killian backed away upon meeting his father's deathly glare. The rest of you couldn't help but laugh watching Killian sit beside his father's legs, hugging his calf.

"So, does this make us official?" Max whispered in your ear. You've told him he had to complete a ritual from your father's side of the family, usually for relationships and such.

"What do you mean? We've been official since Monaco." You teased, plopping a popcorn in your mouth with a smirk. Max pursed his lips, holding you from your shirt, gently shaking you back and forth.

"Stoooop- Maaaaaaax. This is my favorite part." You giggled, pushing him away, wiping his face dry with your sleeve.

Somewhere in Italy, Killian decided to rent out a small mansion to absolutely chase and kill the living hell out of Max for the week off. And since Killian invited your boyfriend, he also invited Mkayla ( who you had done the ritual with quickly before the clouds arrived ). Killian also invited Leon because he didn't want to be a third wheel on his own like a pussy.

"Okay the wags share a room and the siblings share a room." Killian jokes, pushing Max away from you. "Me? The wag?" He laughed, shaking his head going around to hold your hand again.

"Wag or not, you're not sleeping beside my sister." "It's not like we haven't done that before."

You watched as Meike chased Max around with a cooking spoon.

Max and you did get to share a room eventually. You let him take a shower while you searched for your phone to check on Leila. "Hey, papa. Have you seen my pho-" "Shhh." You looked at the tv to watch the scene. "Where's padme?"

You sighed, leaning on the door frame as you watched the last bits from the movie. You never knew why, but your family was almost identical to the Skywalkers. Broken up and torn only to try and fix itself up in the last few moments.

You sighed once the movie was over, eyes following your father's hands that held up several packets of condoms along with your phone. "Papa-'' You snatched the items from his hand, blushing. "I'd rather you stay safe—" "—Papaaaa!" You whined embarrassed, running away. "Yeah yeah."

"Where did you go?" Max was sprawled on the bed, warming it up for you. "Revenge of the sith." You explained, jumping in beside him while clicking through your contacts.

"3ayzah eh?" [What do you want] Was the voice you heard after a few ringtones. Max remembers her, Leila's mother. "Jumanah! Ezayek?" [How are you] You grimaced, trying to sound polite as possible. "Zeft. 3ayzah eh?" [Shitty. What do you want].

You sighed, wincing at her harsh and drunk tone. "Momken Leila?" [can we talk to leila] "meshmaugoudah." [she's not here]. You laughed nervously at her reply while Max listened confused, pulling out his phone to attempt using Google translate.

"Azdek eh?" [what do mean] "azdi mesh maugoudah." [i mean She's not here] "mat3arafish benteik fein?" [you don't know where your daughter is] "La2, mate3melish feihah malak. El bet geryet wanna mesh na2sa koleshwaya agri waraha." [no, don't pretend to be an angel to my face. the idiot girl ran and i don't want to waste my time running after her]

You pressed the red button, turning to face Max who looked down at his phone absolutely confused and lost since Google only showed gibberish translations. "Were you guys summoning demons?"

"Leila ran away." You sighed, pulling his phone from his hand and giving him your phone instead. "Wait- What?!- oh your gallery." You quickly distracted him by opening the camera roll.

Going through his contacts, you swiped on Charles' name to FaceTime him. A sigh of relief escaped your lungs as you saw Leila's forehead pop up on the screen. "Leila! konthamout!" [I was going to die "Leila, what are you watching on there?" Charles' voice came from the background.

"Please tell me you're not learning how to summon a demon in a Ferrari driver's apartment." He took the phone from her gently, looking at the screen absolutely confused. He saw Max in a dark room, face illuminated from your phone's light.

"Charles!" You fixed the frame so he could see you. "AAA!" The Monegasque jolted and screamed ( high pitched like a girl ) and threw the phone away like a Goddamn visco girl seeing a cockroach, successfully ending the call.

You and Max stared at the 'call ended' screen unimpressed for a few moments. ". . . Was that Charles screaming?" "Yes." "Never thought I'd hear such a noise." Max sounded completely unfazed as he went back to scrolling through your photos.

Charles called you back and when you answered you knew it was Leila who dialed. "You cracked the screen," she scolded Charles, turning the phone to face him. The monegasque cringed seeing yours and Max's judging eyes on him, gently pushing the phone away.

"Maxie!" "Hey, Lei." He put your phone down, leaning closer with a relieved smile. "I missed you." Max cooed and you gave him an unimpressed and jealous look.

Leila giggled blushing. "I missed you too! Can we play football together in Monza next week? Please?" She pouted, giving her best doll eyes, successfully convincing Max.

"Don't think you're escaping the consequences of your behavior, young lady. How did you even get to Charles." "I walked." You frowned deeply at her answer. Jumanah's apartment was a 1.5 hour walk from Monaco. Did she walk an hour and a half?

"Do your feet hurt?" "Nope. Charles is getting us pizza." "Don't drag me into this! I don't even know how she got my address. And what are you two doing together-" He gasped loudly upon seeing Max's bare chest. "ARE YOU TWO- Pierre is going to love this."

You face palmed once Charles ended the call. Not even saying goodbye. You shared a quiet look with Max who only shrugged, wearing a small smile. You rolled your eyes, going back to his phone hearing a notification ding.

From you? You opened it only to see "you" sent pictures to Max. You gave him a look and Max couldn't help but crack a smile. "You're cute. Plus, so I can put you as my wallpaper." He defended, pulling you in his embrace by your waist.

You shook your head in disapproval as he laughed. "Come on, you're so cute." He trailed his hands to your ass, feeling your backpocket crunch. "What's this?" "No— wait—" He pulled out the packets before you could stop him. Upon recognizing what they were, Max smirked at you, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Papa gave them to me! I didn't want them." You plead your innocence, trying to pull away only for Max to pull you closer with his mouth dipping to your neck. "He just wanted to make sure if something happens-'' You found yourself moaning upon feeling Max suck a sensitive spot under your jaw. "If? Why not?"

"Be—because— You know—" You stuttered, praying that he couldn't hear your stammering heartbeat. "Max—" you gasped, feeling him climb on top of you and undress you. "I-I've never done anything like this before." Your confession was muffled against his lips as he kissed you passionately.

"Oh . . . Do you want us to stop?" He pulled away, looking deep into your eyes. You could only see the sincerity and care in his eyes. You couldn’t help but bring your hand up and stroke his cheek gently. He closed his eyes, nuzzling in your palm.

"We can do this another time." He comforted, kissing your cheek and rolling to your side. Your eyes caught a bulge in his pants which he was quick to cover with a pillow.

The two of you stared up at the ceiling quietly for a few minutes. "Do you need help with that?" You whispered shyly. "Hmm?" He turned his head to face you confused only to find you already looking at where he was trying to cover.

"Are you sure?" You nodded with a small hum, sitting up.

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You laid your head in your hands while Max argued with half of the grid on a discord call.

"Meike shut up, your dating Mkayla." Max shot back and you could hear the girl laugh from the room next door and through the voice chat. "And why are you not taking my side. Were brothers in law now."

"Max, you're mad." Pierre joked and you could hear Lando, Carlos, Charles and Alex laugh their ass off. 

"Give me the demon. Let me speak to the Demo— AAAA—" Lando screamed and threw his phone away in fear upon seeing your angry expression pop up on his screen. He didn't expect you to be right over Max's shoulder

"You are speaking to the God of death, do you have an appointment?" You pulled a few laughs from your competitors, which in turn induced your own smile.

"Miss. Anubis. If you would be oh-so-kind to confirm the information Charles is feeding our ears." Alex says in a formal tone, doing a little bow.

"Are and Max fucking?" Gorge asked, straight to the point.

You found yourself wheezing on the floor, hugging your stomach. You didn't realize the way everyone was teasing Max over the loving gaze he gave you as you ugly laughed on the floor. "I HAVE A SCREENSHOT!" You heard Yuki laugh evilly among the weird collection of laughs from the other drivers.

Max raised the phone, showing your wheezing figure on the floor beside his smiling one, holding up a peace sign. "Take another one."

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R10 - RACE DAY Sunday, June 23 2024— Monza, Italy

You jolted in shock as Yuki held you in place while Max poured the cold alcohol down the inside of your suit. You gasped and jumped around to try and warm yourself up. Christian and Max laughed as Yuki ran around the stage trying to spray you with his bottle.

It was yet another successful win for Max, and a great race for you and your teammate with a 2-3 finish. It was Yuki's first podium as well and you were going to celebrate till the sun rose the next day.

Max had his hand gently holding your back into his chest as you danced so you wouldn't fall over or escape. "SHOTS!" Yuki called, raising the bottle. "Y/N and Max!" He pointed at you jogging over with the bottle.

Max kneeled down on his knees while you learned your hands on his shoulders, bowing down just a bit. Yuki poured the bottle down which trailed down your stuck-out tongue and into Max's mouth. The crowd cheered, clapping their hands once the bottle was finished.

"KISS! KISS! KISS!" The crowd cheered as Max pulled you in his chest. He dipped you down and you yelped in surprise, gripping onto his shirt. You relaxed once you felt his lips dancing with yours. Wrapping your arm around his neck, Max pushed his tongue in your mouth.

"Kraustappen!" The crowd cheered over and over as you got back on your feet as the DJ flipped through Spanish songs.

Max smiled brightly, leaning his forehead into yours as you sang along. "Didn't know my girlfriend spoke Spanish." He commented surprised. "Reserving for Ferrari does things to you." You joked as he kissed you.

"Can confirm." Charles added in as he passed by, patting Max's back in good luck.

You and Max laughed at him as he looked at both of you tired. "You two are literal devils, mon dieu." Charles joked before scurrying off.

How you and Carlos ended up flamenco dancing on a table, you will never know. The crowd cheered your name as Carlos dipped you to where Max was standing. You didn't hesitate to pick your boyfriend's lips softly while the crowd roared in approval. Phones flashed, taking videos and photos.

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"In my defense- in my defense," You cut yourself off, looking at the camera aimed at you. "I was forced to do this."

You had a cute pink tutu on as you walked into the ballet studio. It was quiet and calm with Max and Leila sitting against the wall, who clapped once they saw you walk in.

"The skirt suits you, Schat." [darling] He greeted you with a kiss once you leaned down to put your bag beside him. "Got a nickname! Score!" You whispered to the camera before going off to warm up.

"Hey vroom vroom fans. We're here at Paris, France. And with a lot of encouragement from my best friend, I'm starting a channel in the middle of the season. Because I can."

Max couldn't help but smile as he watched you mess around with elegance and beauty, trying out if you could still do stuff from your toddler years. Leila just watched football matches on her phone, not really giving a fuck.

"I'm here!" Meike jumped through the door, disturbing the peace and calmness in the room. Max glared at him for interrupting his girlfriend's beautiful choreography, folding his arms in with a deep sigh.

THe dutch covered Leila's eyes so he could flip off your twin, who returned the favor. "Bet I'm more flexible than you." Meike hummed, pretending to flip his hair, looking at the camera in the corner with a confident look.

Leila watched this part amused, versus Max who was unimpressed. He watched you and Meike cause chaos, competing to see who was more flexible.

He was more intrigued by the fact that your flexibility can come in handy for a few things, wink wink. "Oh! I know!" You concluded standing up from the bridge stretch. "Remember that dance we learned with Randy?"

"Nunu, that was 18 years ago. It's going to take me longer than that to forget that dance." "Max is going to be the judge." "Wait what? I don't even know what you guys are doing."

"Loser kisses Maxie." You put your hand out to seal the deal with your brother. It wasn't going to be any trouble for you if you lost. "Ew no, I'm not kissing Max."

"What's wrong with kissing Max?" Said driver scoffed, folding his arms. "Yeah, loser gets a kiss." The blond nodded, concluding the consequence, giving you the que to start.

You did end up winning. Max involuntarily thought you were beautiful, even if you messed up here or there. You were an angel in his eyes.

"Wait wait, let me get my phone." You giggled pulling your phone from your bag's pocket. You pulled out your phone filming the two. Meike looked like he was going to shit himself and Max looked Meike up and down, examining his target.

"I have permission from Mkayla." You put a thumbs up, watching Max hold Meike in head lock. You found yourself laughing, trying to keep your phone steady in your hands as your twin tried to squirm away from Max.

Max chuckled, kissing your brother's cheek who screamed in pain. "The agony— oh God. Someone save me—" "—It has to be on the lips!" You corrected them laughing hysterically.

If Meike wasn't struggling before, he is now. You watched as the boys scrunch their noses once they pulled away from each other. "You taste like watermelon lip gloss." Meike pointed at Max grossed out.

"You taste like girl." Max pointed back at him. You fell on your belly wheezing like there was no tomorrow. The whole street could hear you and you couldn't stop.

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RACE DAY - 2:24 AM Sunday, June 30 2024 — France

"It's pretty." "You think so?"

"I think so." Max butted in on your and Lei's conversation, taking a sip of his red bull.

"Kraus! You're up." With a deep breath, you kissed Leila's cheek one more time before pulling your balaclava and racing helmet on.

Max furrowed his eyebrows with a tired glare. He wanted a kiss too. "Go to sleep." You pulled on your gloves and shoes, giving one last hug to the sleepy cousin before pressing your forehead to Max's.

"Take a nap, ya 2amar." [moon, nickname / petname] You stroked his cheek gently before pulling away to greet the arriving hyper car pulling into the pit, replacing the driver. The Dutch man carried Leila in his arms, draping her with his leather jacket while she slowly started to fall asleep with the noise canceling headphones on.

Max on the other hand watched you race around the French track. He was through his 3rd redbull can of the night, determined to watch when you were in the car. The Porsche held on nicely, he had no doubt you'd overtake Ferrari sometime down the next few corners and take the lead.

He felt himself smile hearing your radio messages and seeing your concentrated face on the screen. He's never seen your face when you're racing before, mostly because he was driving alongside you.

Max went upstairs, setting the girl on a couch so she could sleep peacefully. He continued to watch you, feeling pride and joy swell in his heart seeing you cheer as you began to lap other cars, extending the gap to your lead. Max couldn't deny that along with the joy he also felt fear. He felt goosebumps crawl on his skin, scared you'd lose footing in a corner and hurt yourself.

You were too important to him. He couldn't lose you or the little family the three of you had become. Max found himself lulled to sleep, hearing your voice over the radio. Giggles and cheers and silly questions, quiet singing with the bad jokes and attempting to create pick up lines for max ( who you didn't know was listening ) for when you finished.

Porsche seemed to be treating you well. He was surprised to hear from your PR about the email directed to you. He remembers sitting with in a corner of the paddock after media duties were fulfilled. Your PR had come over and showed you an email, one where your face lit up with joy, getting you to jump around in joy.

"Porsche wants me personally! Their first driver backed out and they wanted me! I'm their first choice! In the 24 hour of le mans!" You squealed, jogging in your place. He's never seen you so . . . happy.

Max was disappointed to see you were getting back in the car once he had woken up. Your break was short in his opinion ( he didn't get enough cuddles ). "Three more hours." He reminded himself watching you zoom out of the pitlane and back into the track.

"She's holding up nicely." Max looked beyond the wall to the other garage balcony next door. Charles stood there with a soft smile. Max found himself laughing, sharing a short hug with the Monegasque. "Mate, I didn't know you were coming."

"I wanted to see a successful Ferrari team. You know the drill." Charles joked, patting Max's back before going back to lean his forearms on the fence. "Does successful mean second place?" Max returned the joke, watching you speed by. "Ha ha. Very funny, Verstappen."

They listened to the French commentators, watching the few pit stops and opening conversations about a few teams here and there. What's a conversation with Max without maxplaining. "She seems to be doing well though." Charles commented. Max hummed in confusion, even if there was only one 'she' he could be talking about.

"Y/N?" "Yeah. I haven't heard her shout or cuss one time today." Max sighed deeply at the statement. "She's not usually—" "All fussy? I know. She has been for the last couple of months. But maybe she found her sport and team." Charles chuckled. The two formula drivers watched you come into the pits for a change of tiers before taking off again.

"found her sport and team" Why did that hurt Max? As much as it made him happy that you were happy, it also made his heart clench in a painful way knowing that the team you needed was not with him. He felt himself gulping at the thought of you leaving formula one for hypercar, a whole different world.

Max was only broken out of his trance once the crowd got impossibly loud. He's missed you crossing the checkered flag. "Congratulations." Charles shook Max's hesitant hand. "Y-yeah."

Leila dragged Max along to Parc ferme where they greeted you. With your German flag draped on your shoulders, you leaped in Max's arms pressing kisses to the French girl and the Dutch Man's cheeks. He watched the way you hugged your team in euphoria, the way you jumped in your place like an excited kid as you made it to the podium. The way you put your hand over your heart and sang with a bright and wide once the German anthem came on.

He couldn't help the small smile that made it to his own lips seeing you so happy and upbeat. He'd do anything for that smile, even if it meant letting you go.

[luveline]

Hi!! I wanted to add to my requests of such a strange girl + couples costume with vampire!james potter.

Maybe reader is feeling down at a party bcs some ppl made fun of her costume and james cheers her up by fake biting her with his fangs, bcs the feel of them makes her giggle or something. I need fluff w/ Vampire!james. plss!

luveline's halloween party ♡

tysm for your request! most boyfriend vampire!james x ditzy!fem!reader

"What's with the long face?" James asks, his fangs on blazen display. Halloween is the one night a year where he doesn't have to hide them.

You pout at him. "Some guy said my costume was bad."

"What?"

"He said I looked like a turtle."

James stands between your slightly spread feet, offering you a cold drink with a sympathetic smile. "He's fucking stupid, you're obviously-"

"I'm obviously a tortoise!" you finish, annoyed. "Ugh, I hate everybody."

The condensation from James' drink presses to your stomach as he leans against you. There's a steadiness to him that remains no matter what mood he's in, something people might label as sombre if they didn't know him. Far from it, James is plotting something. You can tell from the way he rolls his neck.

"Not everybody, I'd hope," he says smoothly, cheek pressed to the shoulder of his black velvet cape.

You shudder as he wraps an arm around your waist, slipping his hand between the paper mache of your homemade shell to tickle the small of your back. "Everybody," you emphasise.

James doesn't pretend he isn't offended. "Really? Well, tonight I hate everybody too. Even you, my love. So I'm afraid," — his face inches towards your neck, breath hot over your cool skin — "that I," — his lips touch your throat, part over your pulse — "simply can't hold back any further. Forgive me."

His biting makes you squeal. James taps against your neck, never with enough force to break the skin but enough to make you shriek. It's a funny feeling, like the body knows what he's trying to do but he's so familiar to you that it doesn't register as a threat. You laugh like you're being tickled and practically flop back into the countertop behind to get away from him.

"Stop fighting!" James exclaims, ecstatic. "We both know you like this! I'm having tortoise for dinner."

"That's sick!" you laugh.

"I am sick, baby. Lovesick. Now stay still, I can't get a good grip on you."

[hellfireclubmember]

Secret Nerd PT 2

Someone requested this and I can't find the ask so I am sorry. I'm also sorry for literally taking forever to get to it.

part 1

Summary: Eddie, who may or may not be in love with you, finds out you like LOTR.

Warning(s): lots of steve fluff but eddie angst, unrequited love, not proof read

pairing(s): boyfriend!steve harrington x fem!reader, platonic!in love!eddie munson x fem!reader

w/c: 1.6k

Siouxsie and the Banshees was softly playing through the dimly lit shop. The stacks of new records were beginning to lose their height as you sorted them out into their appropriate bins. There was dust in the air from the number of bins you were kicking out of the way. Usually there was someone to help you with the heavy lifting, but it was 10 AM on a Tuesday. A time void of customers.

“(Y/N)!!” Eddie’s voice boomed through the store.

There was something almost pathetic about how fast a smile appeared on your face when you heard him. You loved it when Eddie visited you at work. He always made your shift go by at Mach speeds. He helped you on inventory days, walking around holding piles of records all whilst giving you free music advice. Which was really just him complaining about anything you put on the loudspeaker. Because according to the dramatic mop of hair, ‘your music taste would be perfect if you just cut out all the moody, creepy whining.’

“I know you’re in here, short stack! Only you would be playing Siouxsie.” You could hear the eyeroll from across the store.

“Yeah, whatever, act like I haven’t seen you nod your head to Happy House.” You walked onto the main floor where Eddie was sitting on the counter, next to the Madonna cassettes. “Nice of you to come see me, Edward.”

“No need to continue the act, (Y/L/N).” His face was stone cold, eyes blank. Last time he looked that severe, he was being told that Hellfire couldn’t use the theatre room because the basketball team had booked it last second. Not a good day to be around Hellfire’s dungeon master. Mike, Dustin and Lucas avoided him for two days, just to be safe.

“You don’t have to pretend to be friends with me any longer; for I have been told the truth.” He hopped off the counter and crossed his arms over his chest, covering the Megadeth graphic plastered on his black tee. “The lady lies.”

“Me lady?” You pointed your finger to your chest, confused as you could be. “I lie?” Brows furrowed as you thought of any fib you might’ve muttered out lately.

“You lie! If we were friends, you would’ve never kept your love for Lord of the Rings from me!” he exclaimed, hand on his forehead. In that moment, the appreciation you had for Eddie’s dramatics had been replaced with a strong urge to kill. You should’ve guessed it though; it had been exactly one day and one night since you had admitted it to Dustin. And Dustin is a HUGE blabber mouth. The boy did not stop.

“Ah, heard about that huh?”

“Yeah, I heard about that.” He rudely mimicked your voice and glared at you. “This entire time, when I was holding stacks of Duran Duran for you, we could’ve been talking about Boromir’s heroic sacrifice.” It was taking everything in Eddie not to crack. He couldn’t stop thinking about how cute you look all pouty. You were all frown lines and crossed arms.

The small crush Eddie had on you seemed to grow at speeds that would leave NASA’s head spinning. When you were first introduced, he didn’t think much of you. Some chick he saw at school occasionally, walking with Nancy or laughing with faceless losers. You were one of the rare people that didn’t move to the other side of the hallway when he walked by, so he definitely remembered you when Dustin was pushing him toward the group. He already knew you were dating Steve, how could he not? ‘Steve’s girlfriend’ was your identifier. And back then, there was nothing he cared less about. Currently it’s something that didn’t let him sleep at night.

Eddie was never sure what love would feel like; and now he knew what both love and heartbreak felt like. Even so, he was never truly sad, not when he could spend time with you like this. The faux vexed look you were forcing onto your face was enough to crush any self-pity swelling in his chest. Besides, he knew that there was no way he had a chance. You loved Steve, and Eddie knew there was no one else you would rather love.

“You would be a Boromir kind of guy.”

Eddie held his hand over his chest as if he were hit with an arrow. “A woman after my own heart.” He fell onto the counter he was previously sitting on.

“Where’s my pretty girl?” The voice of the sandy haired man was heard before he was seen. Eddie watched your eyes light up before you walked around the counter toward the door.

“Hi, Stevie.” You wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your head on his chest. Steve was like a giant, human Xanax. He made every muscle in your body relax, every racing thought slow down. You squeezed him tight and took a deep breath. Steve loved your hugs. You hugged him as if he had gone away for years at a time.

Steve’s arms wrapped around your shoulders, and he kissed the top of your head. “I missed you.”

“Aw I missed you more, Harrington.” Eddie stood behind you. His arms were crossed over his chest. He was trying his best to look as big as possible. Even if he did know you loved Steve, it did not keep him from messing with him as often as he could.

There was really very little things Eddie could do about the pesky feelings that clawed at his chest when your eyes reached his. He knew that at some point they would slowly fizzle out, like the bubbles in his favorite beer. But for now, he was going to enjoy them. Enjoy looking at you smile, hearing you laugh, rolling your eyes, even putting away those annoying records and cassettes. Even if the image of you stuck to Harrington chunked away at his health. He was used to piecing his heart back together with the scraps of time he could spend with you. Eddie knew what his role was in life and getting the girl wasn’t part of it. It was devastating but his songs had never been better.

You felt Steve’s body tense up. “Man, you’re in here a lot.” He kept a possessive arm around your shoulders. “You wouldn’t want my girl or anything, would you?”

Your head snapped up to look at your boyfriend. That was a really jerky thing to say. Something King Steve would say. Which is what was the most surprising bit, with all the effort Steve put in to distance himself with his asshole high school self. All his other moments of jealousy were pretty tame, cute even. But he was being a jerk to your friend, and it was very upsetting.

Eddie scoffed. “I could never. That would be really dumb of me, right?” He grabbed your hand and pulled you toward him, his lips placed a soft kiss on your knuckles. “I bid your farewell, fair maiden. I have dragons to slay and whatnot.”  

The sunlight from outside painted the walls of the record store once Eddie opened the door. The second he was out of ear shot you finally spoke to Steve.

“I hate it when you’re like that.” Steve looked over at you when he heard your voice, and your frown was like a shot to the heart. He was no stranger to your cute angry face, but he knew when you were really upset. That frown looks nothing like the one you shoot him when he steals some of your fries. And he knew why you were upset. He was being a douche bag. As he was saying the words, he knew they were very asshole things to say but he couldn’t stop it. Steve couldn’t help how angry Eddie’s heart eyes made him.

“C’mon baby. He was flirting with you.” He tried to reason with you, walking around the counter to where you were counting some cassettes. “He has to know he can’t have you. Even if you’re all nerdy too.”

“Steve, Eddie isn’t a threat to you.” You turned around to face him. “Just cuz we both like..”

“I know. God, I know he’s not. I’m not insecure, sweets.” He put his hand on your right hip. Looking down at you. “I know I was made for you ‘cus there’s no one out there that loves you like I do.” He let go of your hip and found your hand. A perfect fit, but he already knew that. If that thing about an invisible string was true, he knew you were both knotted up together. Like those impossible knots on your necklaces, the ones you have Steve work out for you.

The anger that you felt for Steve dissipated and turned to another familiar feeling. Adoration. Love. Loving Steve has been the easiest thing you have ever done. He made it so easy. With his honey coated words and his pretty pink lips that kiss away all your worries.

“I just wish you would be nice to Eddie. He’s done nothing but be good friend to me.” There was a part of Steve that knew you were right. He was a good friend, not just to you but to multiple of his own friends. But the part of him that knew he was in love with you made him want to pummel Eddie.

“I just hate that he thinks about you the way I do.” He placed a gentle kiss on your lips. “It should be illegal. I should put in a word with Hop, get him arrested or something.” Another kiss on the tip of your nose. “In fact, get every loser that thinks they have a chance with you and through ‘em in jail.” Another kiss to your forehead. He saw the way you were biting back a smile when he pulled away.

“Just please stop being an asshole okay?” His finger found your sides and he started to poke, making you giggle and squirm away.

“If you insist, angel.” His lips pressed to yours for a long kiss.  

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[blueberrypancakesworld]

A sweet and gentle morning

Marc Schrader x fem!reader

warning : fluff, kissing

Summary: Marc and his girlfriend have a sweet morning together before he has to leave for work.

Info : Piece number four or five for Marc wanted to write something sweet (hope it's not too ooc) and had fun reading and thanks for the support ;)

gif from me

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The sun hit the apartment, which was hidden between the houses and streets, and only barely entered the room, which was only further protected from the room by the relatively thick curtains.

The apartment, which was enough for the young couple, was untidy, starting at the front door, where the couple's shoes were, and the first tops that passed through the kitchen and past the bathroom were only the beginning of the end of the pile of clothes that had gathered around the bed.

Besides the clothes and the underwear, one of which was black with lace and had been clinging to her body only an hour before.

She now snuggled against her boyfriend's naked torso, its warmth soothing in the chilly autumn night and giving her something of a sense of reassurance.

There was a hint of a smile on the lips of the brown-haired man whose hand lay on her arm, holding her so that she didn't slip away, that she stayed by his side even in her sleep.

But she didn't want to leave Marc alone, not after the case with the tattoos and the dead…the dead who had shot themselves in front of him. But it wasn't this that gradually woke them up, it was the shrill ringing of the cell phone that was lying on the bedside table and was also vibrating slightly.

A moment later, the face of the older man, who was used to the sound, turned into an annoyed one - a call from his boss in the worst case and a headache in the morning that would put him off work at the police station.

,,Mhhh…not now," he mumbled the voice softly, his eyes closed with fatigue and discomfort and the blue mirrors of his soul seemed to want only to sink into the warm darkness.

It was now up to the young woman to move slightly away from the disturbing source and Marc turned his back on her partner and pulled the blanket up slightly.

The brown-haired man's blue eyes now opened and he saw in amazement how his darling was no longer looking at him. ,,Is someone still tired?" he joked leuse and slowly got the tiredness off him while he snuggled up to her again and his had lay lightly on her stomach from behind, stroking her skin and whispering in her ear what time it was.

,,If it's that late, darling…you might as well answer it," she grumbled and pulled the covers off him, leaving him lying on the bed in his underwear. ,,Anything for my girlfriend," he mouthed with a grin and finally took the cell phone and started to make a call before getting out of bed.

His voice went through the ram and yet his gaze was fixed on her, the closed eyes, the soft relaxed face, the open posture he could sense under the warm inviting blanket.

He began to tidy the room a little, despite the fact that it was Saturday, he had to go to work and unfortunately leave his darling alone, but he couldn't stop himself from giggling on the phone when he saw her lacy underwear.

,,Was? Oh nein Minx ich meinte dich nicht, mach weiter" he said hastily after the older man at the other end snorted at Marc about what was so funny about a burglary and murder.

But the longer he moved around the apartment that morning, putting on his coffee and turning on the radio before he started his breakfast, the more his friend noticed.

,,Marc? Are you gone already?" she asked, confused, when she couldn't feel any warmth next to her and the radio noise sounded like him at first, but when she opened her eyes, a hearty yawn came from her lips and she saw the room, she knew what it meant.

,,Überstunden" she mumbled the German word and was pleased to see that he had at least left her her short nightgown with pink lace.

Putting it on and slowly shuffling out of the room, she met Marc in the kitchen who had already put out a quick breakfast and was still talking to his boss about the new cases but a quick ,,Morning sweetie" was exchanged as he put a cup down and poured her coffee. She gave a little sigh and took the first hit and set about buttering two buns with strawberry jam while she felt the policeman's animated gaze on her.

His blue soul mirrors loved and showed pride and annoyance when his boss continued to text him with some irrelevant stuff…some things never change.

,,Morning, my policeman," she replied, wiggling her eyebrows playfully as she saw his cheeks turn a light shade of pink and was glad that under the alcohol and sleep he could still remember the night together.

Rising from her seat and handing him the roll with the jam, he put a hand on her hip, pulled her slightly towards him and gave her a hug as he approached her, but took a bite of the bread roll at the last moment as she kissed him.

She giggled and still got a sweet kiss moments later before she slowly retreated into the bedroom and heard Marc getting ready and finally hanging up after a few more minutes of sporadic answers. ,,Wow, someone must be having another stressful day," she began as she slipped into her sweatpants and pulled her top over her head.

She noticed him standing in the doorway with his shirt tucked in and his jeans already on as he replied, ,,Yep, that's right…well, I have something to look forward to when I get back," she smiled and approached her one last time.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, smelling the tangy coffee, the light leathery perfume, the sweet jam and the light smoke of a cigarette that had gone out. ,,I can't wait," she murmured and felt him entangle her in another kiss, lifting her up and gently letting her down.

The moment passed and Marc made his way to the door, saying ,,Goodbye" and ,,I love you" to his girlfriend again before the door opened and closed.

Full of love, they would see each other again when Marc came back from the police and they would see each other when the door opened again.

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@nn-nnenov , @hanslandasstrudel , @allloudontheeasternfront , @gentlemenashortviewbacktothepast , @common-people-rep

[maggie-004]

(Un-) Lucky coincidence - 3

Jenna Ortega x Fem reader

Summary: After helping Jenna Ortega, Y/N invites her to stay at her apartment when Jenna's hotel reservation is canceled. Jenna accepts the offer, and they bond over music and their shared vegetarian lifestyle while enjoying Chinese food and planning Jenna's stay in Austria for another 1 and a half weeks.

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“Oh, cool cool, I’m here with my car soo uhm do you need a ride?” I asked Jenna, trying to not freak out. “Uh yeah that would be great. Where do you even live, like do you have a house or-“, “What a house, you’re funny, no I have an apartment nearby. Houses here in Innsbruck are very expensive, if you wanna buy a house, that’s not the size of an shoe box you’ll have to pay at least 5 Million euro. Even to buy an apartment is really expensive. Mine costed around 500.000 euro.” I nearly cried out of laughing “Come on let’s go to my Car, and maybe close your mouth on the way there, Innsbruck is a very expensive city” I laughed at how shocked she was, it really is normal around here. “Yeah let’s go, sorry. I am really shocked right now your apartment is just a little less worth than our house in Coachella and my apartment in LA is way, WAY cheaper than yours” Jenna explained while we went to my car. “Oh really I thought America is more expensive than Austria.” I said while unlocking my car.

“apparently not, I really thought Austria would be very cheap, well I thought wrong. Oh is that your own car or is it your parents?” “No it’s my own, I love this car” I proudly said while getting in to my Ford mustang Mach-e. “Wow I thought you were a nursing student, by the way how old are you?” Jenna glanced at me while I connected my phone to the car.  “I’m 19 (feel free to put in your age) how old are you?” I asked Jenna. “Woah how do you have an own apartment, a car like that and your job at the age of 19? Oh yeah I’m 20 but I’m turning 21 this year” she said and smiled at me. “Oh you’re not old yourself, you know for what you’ve reached so far. Well I started to study at 16, I skipped a few classes and I wanted to move out from my old home so I started to save money and I do make money besides school so yeah that’s pretty much it.” I just explained when we drove off, I played some music and I could see from a side eye that Jenna was enjoying it. “wow so you are the youngest in your class, at least I suppose? And how do you manage to make money, well enough money for all that while still going to school. I know that my sister, Mia she is 2 years older than me, is now nearly done with nursing school and she barley has time to work a part time job and make enough money for anything like this. Oh yeah before I forget to ask, where do you find those remixes we’re listening right now” She asked me and started to get into the music even more. “Oh she’s a nurse as well? That’s so cool, but it’s true. When you’re in nursing school you don’t have enough time to make some Money, except you are lucky enough, like me, to make your money doing something you love, for me it’s DJing. I have my YouTube channel and I have now nearly 5.5 Million subscribers, that’s where you can find those remixes by the way. That’s how I make my money. I’ve never shown my face though so I live a normal life. I collaborated with one of my best friends I met online her name is Antonia aka. RevedTV, I really got a lot of subs from her community. All in all I’m just lucky” I explained smiling because that really is just luck and it’s so cool to receive so much good karma. “Okay, wow yeah I don’t really know what to say here, I’m flabbergasted. Congrats on that and you got to tell me your artist name, I really want to listen to more of your remixes.” Jenna said, and to be honest that made me so proud of myself because everyone knows that Jenna is addicted to music and that she has a certain taste of music, I think she has a really good taste in music, but I got ripped out of because we were already pulling up to my garage.

“Thank you” I just realized that Jenna was talking to me earlier, I kind of zoned out, I still got to tell her about my ADHD otherwise she might thinks I’m rude. “Sorry for not talking to you sooner, I kind of zoned out, you know I have ADHD just wanted to clarify so I don’t come off rude. Sorry”. “Don’t be sorry, that’s ok you don’t seem rude, I know how it feels to zone out, happens way to often to me too” She just giggled at me. “Oh thank god you can relate to the zoning out, hey believe it or not some people don’t zone out at all. It really shocked me to learn about that” I explained living through the exact same feeling as I did when I first learned about that. “Yeah no way, you’re kidding right?” she asked me “Nope. I’m not kidding I swear”. “Wow second time you made me speechless today, just for your information, normally that doesn’t happen to me and certainly not twice”, “ Okay and what exactly does that mean?” I asked her while we got in the elevator I live on the 3rd and 4th. I jokingly started to tease her “Do I make you nervous … nahh just kidding” I laughed and I’m not sure but I think Jenna blushed a little but maybe it’s just my imagination. We arrived at third floor and I unlocked the door, holding it open for Jenna “Milady, after you” “Thank you”. “You can keep your shoes on or how ever you like, feel comfortable, do you want a little tour so you see how we Austrians live” I asked her. “Yeah sure I’d love to” she said while she took off her shoes. “ Okay first room to your right is my guests bath, next to it the guests  room and a little storage room” “Mhm oh the furniture is soo cool” Jenna said. “Then you should wait until you see my room, anyways around that corner is my kitchen and the eating era, come on.” “Woah I definitely wasn’t  expecting an all-black kitchen it’s so cool and so big. Y/N you have a really nice furnishing style, I love it here.” Jenna said. “Thank you so much yeah I really took my time because I want to feel at home here so no compromises with anyone, you won’t believe me how many people said ´oh no black kitchen… don’t do this… don’t do that- bla bla bla` but as already said no compromises. Okay come on we have another floor to look at” I just said. “Another one? Wow cool you really hyped me for your room.” “Okay then come on, soo here is my bathroom, I really needed that freestanding bathtub and again a lot of black elements I love it looks so  fancy. Next to my bathroom I have my laundry room nothing special in here. But now my second favorite room, my studio. Here happens all my ´Musical magic´” Jenna looked stunned at me and I just had to laugh at her face and about myself, calling myself magical. “Well I guess we make it a third time that I don’t know what to say wow, this is all so cool, amazing is that your DJing controller?” Jenna asked me. “Yeah it is if you want I can show you a few things on it later” I suggested. “I’d love to, maybe you can teach me a little bit” she smiled like a little child when I nodded at her request. “Okay now come ooonnn I am so hyped to show you my room, I really love it so let’s gooooo.” “Oh my god you’re hyping me up so much don’t hype me anymore I don’t think I could that you know… emotionally” Jenna laughed.

“Well then we’ll make it short and painless. Here take a look.” I said with the biggest grin on my face, because I know we can add another speechless Jenna moment to our list. My room is the biggest of all my rooms, it has 2 black Walls on which my Californian King sized Bed is, also it’s slightly higher than everything else because it’s build on this platform thing, where I have two huge drawers, I know I don’t need bed this big alone but I really fell in love with it, I think its needless to say that I wouldn’t spent so much money on a bed I don’t need, but I got it as a gift from one of my advertising partners. I also have a lot of plants and little decoration things, Pictures and a few fan gifts, a big ass aquarium, way too big tv, but again it was a gift, my beloved Book shelf, next to it a tiny two person couch and a desk for schoolwork and editing. But now my favorite part, my walk-in closet. “So Jenna what do you think” I grinned. “Wow this room is amazing, how long did you spent to make it look like that, and that bed oh my god can I sit on it, it looks sooo comfortable” Jenna said. “Yea you can also lay in it if you want, it was a gift from my advertising partners. I think I’ve spent one and a half months on this room, but only because I didn’t accept any help in this room, I really wanted it like I imagined. So I build that platform for my bed myself and lowered the ceiling for the LED’s.” I explained “How’s the bed?” I laughed at how tiny Jenna looked in it. “It’s amazing but I am a little scared that I’ll get lost in it.” We both started to laugh like crazy. My stomach started to hurt out of laughter I threw myself on my bed next to Jenna and tried to calm down. Needless to say we pushed each other even more and only after 10 minutes we started to calm down. “Uhg now my stomach hurts, Jenna do you still want to drink a coffee” I asked her still giggling. “Yeah sure, can you help me up” “sure her you go, we gotta go downstairs for coffee, or are you hungry?” I asked Jenna now. “Well yeah are you?” she asked. “I am so hungry right now, do you wanna order something or should I cook?”, “Uh we can order something and I pay for it you know as a thank you” Jenna suggested. “Oh Jenna you really don’t have to that’s fine you’re my guest so please let me- “ Jenna interrupted me “Yeah and you helped me when no one did so please I insist.” “Okay thank you” I gave up I didn’t stood a chance. “What should we order?” I asked Jenna. “Well I’m currently chancing my diet for Romania so something vegetarian, do you like Chinese?”, “Oh I love Chinese food and btw I’m vegetarian too, had to change from vegan to vegetarian because of the nutritious, kind of sucks” I explained to Jenna whom nodded at what I was saying. “oh my god same, I was so devastated when I found out I had to change that.” We both ordered some spring rolls and those lobster chips the white ones. “So should we look for places you could stay, or do you maybe wanna stay here, I mean only if you want to and feel safe and everything” I offered her, not really knowing what she’d say and hoping to not scare her away. We sat in my 2nd floor and before she could answer the doorbell rang. So I had to run down and get the food. “Hey Jenna do you wanna eat in the living room or down here?” I yelled up. “ Uhm however you want” she yelled back. So I got everything we need form the kitchen and got back up. “ I think it’s more comfortable if we stay here. Well about my offer-“ Jenn a cut right in “Uhm I’d love to but only if you’re really fine with that.” Oh my god, I think my heart is about to stop. Jenna really is going to stay at my place. “Yeah totally I can set up the guest room, you can stay as long as you want. I really mean it. How long are you staying in Austria anyways?” I asked her. “for another 1 and a half weeks, we are going to start promoting Wednesday, so the rest of the Wednesday cast comes here tomorrow, and thank you for everything”

A/N: Wow these are getting longer, fyi English is not my first language. Still hope you like it :)

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So Full of Love

Pairing: Dom!Big Stunna x Sub!Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. SMUT. PWP, cursing, PIV, oral (female and male receiving) fingering, (female receiving) , use of sex toys, orgasm control, teasing/mocking, cum play/swallowing, size kink, dirty talk, praise kink, all consensual. ONE SHOT!!!

Summary: Stunna comes home late one night and finds out that you haven't eaten all day.

Word Count: 5,208k

A/N: I could not get this out of my mind. Maybe it's the full moon, maybe it's Maybelline. I'm definitely exposing myself and this is definitely self-indulgent, but I hope you enjoy! How'd this taglist get so long??? LOVE YALL! Please, please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! And please put ages in bios! Or get blockt!

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You backspaced on the draft you were currently working on, not liking your word choice. Had you used it too many times in a short span of time? Probably. 

You groaned. You were probably thinking too much but it couldn’t be helped. You needed it to match whatever scene was playing in your head between your two characters. You could see it so clearly. But it lost its luminesce by the time it traveled from your brain to your fingers. The edges weren’t shiny, they weren't perfect.

“Baby?” 

“Room!” You called out. You hadn’t heard the door opening and closing but that wasn’t unusual. When you were in the middle of one of your writing fugue states, you had no sense of your surroundings. A burglar could rob you blind while you were writing and you would be none the wiser. 

Stunna’s heavy footsteps traveled down the short hallway to your room. He stopped in the doorway. You glanced at him with a smile. “Hey baby,” you said.

“You are so damn cute, you know that?” He asked.

You giggled and shook your head. There was a burning need to continue. To keep going and ride your train of thought to the very end. However, it was hard to focus once Stunna was in the room. He occupied your thoughts on a near obsession level. He took up the whole room even when he was partially in it.

You glanced at him again, wearing a white polo and jeans, gold chain around his neck. He looked good enough to eat and your thoughts naturally drifted to what he had in store for you tonight. 

“You’re cute,” you said with a yawn. You rubbed your eyes. Now that you weren’t in a fugue state, your check engine light came on.

Your body creaked as you stretched, rolled your neck, cracked your knuckles. “Shit,” you groaned as you stretched again. Your muscles protested from sitting for so long. A random ache in your foot from laying it on its side. 

“You been writing all day?” He asked.

“Yeah, I had a dream that, like, completely fixed my plot hole!” You said. You grinned at him, excited about your idea. 

Your stomach grumbled, you had to pee, and your wrist was starting to burn. Everything you ignored for the past few hours was coming back to bite you in the ass. 

“You drink some water?” Stunna asked. He leaned back against the door frame, cocking his head to the side. Your body instantly reacted to how fucking fine he was. Your mind went on a little trip, imagining peeling his clothes off of him.

Stunna chuckled. “Babe? Water,” he said, his voice getting deeper. 

You pouted. “I promise I’ve had water. All sixty-four ounces like we agreed,” you said. You grinned, proud of yourself for remembering to take your breaks and get some water. You were even able to pick up your train of thought after and continue with your writing. 

He grinned, showing off a set of grills that were solid gold on his canines and hollow across his top row. It gave the illusion of a vampire and now your mind offered images of being underneath him while he sunk fangs into your neck. 

“Good. How was your lunch?” He asked.

You opened your mouth, ready to tell him that the ravioli he made for you was absolutely perfect like always. But then you got a furrow in your brow as you thought about what you did today. And eating was not one of them.

You looked away from him, sure the guilt was written all over your face. In the downturn of your lips and the widening of your eyes. 

“About that…” you said slowly. 

Stunna made a dissatisfied grunt and you continued to look everywhere but at him. Did you eat it? You would have remembered? 

You chewed on your bottom lip as you tried to remember what you did today. During your breaks, you refilled your water and you did some light stretching. Really, you were just too anxious to return to the idea. You had been proud that you remembered the water, that he wasn’t going to be upset with you about it. 

Hell, sometimes it was just hard to remember to eat. Your relationship with food was tumultuous at best. Toxic at worst. 

“Did you or did you not eat your lunch?” Stunna asked. 

You sighed. “No,” you admitted. Shit. You were on track to do everything right today. 

“Look at me,” he commanded.

It took you a couple of tries, but you turned your gaze towards him. Oh, he was pissed. His nostrils were slightly flared and his grin was gone, replaced with a disapproving look that you didn’t like to see. Well, at least when it was aimed at you. 

“I’m sorry! I forgot!” You said. Your eyes turned round, bottom lip poking out. “I’ll eat it right now!” You said.

“I know you will. What did we say about you eating?,” he said.

“I didn’t think about it,” you said. 

His face didn’t change. He continued to look at you like he didn’t know what he was going to do with you and your lack of self-preservation. You truly didn’t do it intentionally. Sometimes, you didn’t want to eat. Or feel like eating. Your screaming stomach told you that you needed to. But you always had something more interesting to do.

“Go handle business and meet me in the kitchen,” he said. He left without another word. No parting pleasantries or insights to what he was thinking. This punishment was going to be worse than last time. You could feel it in your bones.

You took care of business in the bathroom, washed your hands, and then came out to the kitchen. The smell of ravioli filled up the kitchen and Stunna stood in front of the microwave, watching the plate spin round and around.

You stood next to the table, nerves skittering throughout your body. His shoulders were sloped, head cocked to the side, and hands resting behind him on the tile countertop. You studied his profile.

Sometimes you had to pinch yourself that he was yours forever. There usually wasn’t certainty when it came to relationships. But not yours. There were zero doubts between you. Like your souls were written in the heavens before you found each other in this life. 

The microwave beeped, pulling you from your poetic mind. Stunna grabbed the plate from the microwave, a paper towel, and a fork and came into the room. He didn’t smile when he noticed you were in the room. 

Guilt tore your tummy up. He went through so much trouble to make you delicious meals every day, sometimes snacks and dessert as well if he had time, and you couldn’t remember to eat it. 

He placed the plate onto the table and pulled out the bench seat that sat against the wall. He sat down, leg extended off the edge of it, and turned to look at you. 

“Off,” he said. 

You suppressed a whine as you began to slowly take off your oversized gray T-shirt, some ratty thing that you stole from him. But it was soft and smelled like him and you practically lived in it. Your shorts were next, panties as well because you knew that was going to be his next command. Before long, you were completely nude while he was fully dressed. 

He patted his knee and you sat down on it. Stunna grabbed a box that had been sitting on the table that you didn’t see. Your heart rate spiked seeing the plain blue wicker box as he slid it across the table. 

He opened it, making noises with his mouth as if this were a simple dinner. As if he were waiting for you to sit down beside him and discuss the weather or latest TV show. He rummaged around in the box and you wondered what he would bring out. 

He waved his fingers, deciding. The anticipation tore your insides to shreds. Your breathing increased watching his hand skate over various sex toys. He finally plucked the nipple clamps out. Shit. 

You played with your fingers while he kissed your neck. “Relax,” he said.

“I can’t! You’re killing me!” You said.

“Punishments ain’t supposed to be fun, baby,” he said. 

“It was an accident!” You said.

“Once is an accident. You conveniently forget too often to not be on purpose,” he said. 

He hummed while he put the nipple clamps on you. You sighed as the clamp put pressure on your nipples. A chain dangled in between, lightly knocking against your chest every time you breathed. You instantly felt it echo as a throb in your pussy. You gripped your thighs trying to get used to the pain. 

You took deep breaths. Steam rose from the ravioli and the smell was making your mouth water. No, punishments were not supposed to be fun but you couldn’t help wondering if Stunna didn’t secretly enjoy it when you skipped meals. If he wasn’t sometimes hoping that you did so he could try out all kinds of different punishments on you. 

Next, he selected a pair of handcuffs. “Aw, baby no!” You said. 

“What?” He asked. He turned your head towards him by pinching your chin. He forced your eyes towards his. His cold, cold brown eyes, like a hibernating bear, merely stared at you. 

“Please! I’ll do better,” you pleaded with him. 

“I wish I could believe that. Hands,” he said. 

You pouted some more while you pulled your hands behind you. He leaned back and secured the handcuffs to your wrists. The fuzzy inside tickled your skin but you weren’t in a laughing mood. You wanted to touch him while you ate. You hadn’t seen him all day. 

He yanked on the chain in between the handcuffs, making sure they couldn’t come off. Then he pulled on the nipple clamps and you hissed at the tug of pain. “How you feeling?” He asked and kissed your shoulder.

“I’m good,” you said. 

Stunna nodded and picked up the fork, grabbing a piece of food. He blew on it lightly to cool it off more and brought it to your lips. You opened your mouth. It was easier to obey him now than face his wrath later. 

“Tell me about your day,” he asked you while you ate.

While he fed you, you had to concentrate on not cumming and telling him about your day. You ran some errands, you took your breaks and drank water, and did some laundry. He listened to it all as if it were his favorite news program. That your little mundane life meant the world to him.

It was a small act that only made you fall more in love with him. He didn’t have to do all that. He could be happy with the simple version of events. But he once told you that he liked listening to the sound of your voice. The way you lit up when you got on the subject of your writing.

“What was the plot hole you fixed earlier?” He asked. He fed you another bite and waited till you finished chewing. You told him how your dream helped you fix it. That it wasn’t a problem with the character’s actions, it was the setting. You were married to the setting, but sometimes you had to kill your darlings. It hurt, but it was needed.

Stunna licked the corner of your mouth and you moaned, pussy throbbing from the swipe of his tongue. “Almost done, you’re doing so well, baby,” he said.

The praise made your heart soar. You shifted on his thigh and he yanked on the chain between the handcuffs to keep you in place. You were eager. Restless and too ready to feel him. You were needy for his touches. You couldn’t touch any part of him like this. 

He was clothed so you couldn’t feel his skin on yours. Your hands were tied so your fingers couldn’t search for his. 

There was a nice little wet spot growing on his jeans underneath you. You felt it every time he bounced his knee to help you concentrate. 

He kissed your cheek and began to tell you about his day. About all the bullshit he had to put up with. He figured that you were writing when you didn’t text him back and he told you that he’d been dreaming about getting back between your legs. 

“The things I was gon’ do to you tonight,” he purred in your ear, sealing it off with a kiss. 

“You still can,” you said. 

“Naw, we gotta do better about eating. I worry about you,” he said. The fork scraped against the bottom of the plate as he grabbed the last bite. He brought it to your lips and you opened your mouth. Your tongue dashed out to lick up every drop of sauce. Out the corner of your eye, you saw Stunna’s eyes zero in on your mouth. A quiet sigh escaped him. 

You looked down and could see the imprint of his dick straining against his zipper. If only your hands were free, you could help him out with that. 

You swallowed your food and nodded. “I don’t mean to make you worry,” you said. 

“But I do when you don’t eat or take care of yourself. I need you here with me,” he said.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you said.

“You gotta eat consistently,” he said. He shook his head. He placed the fork back on the plate and faced you. He wrapped his hands around your waist, linking his fingers together. 

You didn’t know how he did it. How he made you feel so small and dainty in his arms. You were a big girl, proud of it. You had your issues, but you ain’t get this tummy for no reason. You liked to eat and enjoyed food. It just wasn’t a priority to you. 

He leaned in and kissed you properly. His big lips covered yours and kissed you slowly, methodically. He treasured you with sucking your bottom lip and tongue delving inside, tangling with yours.

Each kiss turned you on more and more. You would never look at ravioli the same. Every time you’d run across it now, you’d think of this. Of the burning neediness in your veins. 

As he kissed you, he untangled his fingers and drew his right hand across your belly. “You nice and full?” He asked.

You nodded. Breathed him in. “Yes, Daddy,” you said. His fingers moved lower, in between your legs, and lightly drew his fingers around your clit.

You gasped against his lips. A few more swipes of that and you’d cum on the spot. You moved your hips, trying to get him to keep playing with your clit. To tell him without words that you were close. 

He licked his thumb and returned it to your clit, drawing tight little circles that made your mouth drop open on a strangled moan. He kissed along the length of your neck, swirling his tongue every so often. It tickled, but you were far too focused on what his hand was doing. You hissed as your pussy throbbed, so close. So close. Almost. Your body tensed, ready for it, ready for the pleasure.

Stunna moved his hand. “No!” You cried out. Your pussy ached and you panted, brain not comprehending that you weren’t about to cum. 

“It’s cute that yo ass think I was gon’ let you cum,” he said. He continued to kiss along your neck. You felt your orgasm retreating, backing away from the edge. You sighed and dropped your head back. 

“I’m sorry!” You said. 

“Mhm, I know you are,” he said. He continued about his business, kissing and licking against your skin. There was nothing you could do. Nothing you could say. He would not listen to your apologies. He was only about action. 

You’d have to set alarms or some shit. As much as you loved the way he played with your body, you loved it more when you could touch him back. You wanted to run your hands across his scalp. You wanted to twist your fingers between his. Or unzip his pants and wrap your lips around his dick. 

You couldn’t do any of that with your hands behind you. He knew it too. He knew how much you loved giving him pleasure. 

He licked his fingers and then tugged on the chain of the nipple clamps. You hissed at the bite. The ache had retreated to the back of your mind until he yanked like that. “Still good?” He asked.

“Yes, Daddy,” you said. 

“That’s my good girl,” he said. He kissed your cheek and then helped you stand. “Go wait for me in the living room.” 

You walked to the living room and then knelt on the paisley carpet. It was soft beneath your knees. You heard Stunna as he moved around the kitchen, washing the plate and fork. He moved towards the bedroom, you think, until he emerged in his soft gray briefs. 

Your mouth watered taking in his body. He worked hard on it, ensuring that he looked good and felt good. Narrow hips. But a round ass that you loved to grab. He had legs for days with his tall ass. He towered over you like a skyscraper from this vantage point. 

He petted your head while he walked around you carrying the box from the table. He sat down on the couch and widened his stance. He took his time turning on the TV, flipping through channels. You bit your lip as you watched him. 

This was so damn unfair. This punishment was worse than watching him get himself off without you. You had to listen to him groan and grunt and close his eyes while he painted his cum on your body like a canvas. 

He found a sports program, getting invested in the game while he rubbed the back of your neck. You didn’t know who was playing or what the fuck the announcer was saying. Your eyes were glued to his dick. 

You rubbed your cheek against his knee, light hair there tickling your face. He didn’t stop you from moving closer, settling against his leg more fully. He turned his attention to you with a little smile. You saw a hint of his grill. You were so fucking wet. You needed him to make his point so that you could cum. 

“This wouldn’t entirely be part of your punishment, but you are too damn cute sitting there,” he said. “You gon’ look cuter with my dick in your mouth.”

“Please,” you whispered. 

He licked his lips as he took in your prone form. His eyes dropped down, down, down as if he could see straight to your pussy. He grabbed his briefs and lowered it enough to free his dick.

You smiled. He was hard as a brick. Thick head leaking precum already. He stroked himself a few times and groaned softly. “Come here and please Daddy,” he said.

You moved between his legs, leaning up onto the couch. He guided his dick into your mouth and groaned at the contact. You sucked him down as far as you could, moaning a bit at the taste of him. That salty and spicy mix of his scent. The feel of the tip of his dick against your tongue. 

You looked up at him and he finally grinned. “Don’t look at me like that girl, gon’ make me nut early,” he said. 

You continued to look at him, moving your head up and down. You drooled on him, getting his dick wetter and wetter. Your slurps began to compete with the sound of the game. You sloppily sucked him down, licking underneath the head, and then swallowing him down.

“Fuck, look at you being so good for me,” he said.

You moaned. You kept bobbing your head, wanting to fit all of him inside. You hadn’t managed to do so thus far in your relationship but practice made perfect. Your eyes flicked from his veiny dick to his eyes as he watched you please him.

You watched for any variation on his face. Any hint that he was close to busting. He licked his lips when you took him deeper. He hissed when you played with the tip with your tongue. The chain that dangled between your titties cold against your chest, blasting you with awareness every time it slapped your skin. 

He groaned, cursing under his breath. He moved his hips, fucking into your mouth. You moved closer. His dick poked the inside of your mouth, your cheeks, and threatened to make you gag. 

“Fuck, baby. Needed this. Needed you,” he moaned. 

You watched the muscles in his chest and arms contract. Watched his stomach rise and fall in quick bursts. He grabbed your neck and squeezed. You groaned. You licked his dick like a lollipop before suckling him back in. 

He jerked and then laughed. “Fuck, I’m finna bust,” he groaned. A second later, his dick pulsed as jets of cum filled your mouth. You swallowed him down with a moan. Some escaped your mouth. He gathered it up with his thumb and pressed it into your mouth. You suckled his thumb too as if you were still sucking his dick. 

“So fucking sexy,” he said. 

He kissed you. Big, wet, sloppy kisses. He bit your bottom lip and you groaned. “Please, let me cum,” you begged. 

“Not done with your punishment yet,” he said. 

You whined. “Please! I need you inside me, Daddy,” you said. 

He nuzzled your nose and placed tiny kisses all over your face. You sighed with a small hum. Why was he so damn cute? And hot? And just gorgeous all around? Sometimes it felt like you were so full of love, you could survive off of it like sweet nectar. You didn’t want for anything as long as love filled you and surrounded you. 

“I can be nicer when you start being nicer to yourself,” he said. 

“I will! I promise!” 

“I know you will, baby,” he said. He told you to take deep breaths while he took the nipple clamps off. You were prepared for it, but it still hurt like a motherfucker. You hissed as he released each one. He discarded the clamps onto the coffee table, ready to be cleaned later. 

He helped you stand and then sit in his lap, facing him. His dick rubbed against your folds and you groaned. You straddled him, putting your titties directly in his face. 

He leaned down and began to lick away the sting from the clamps. “Oh fuck!” You moaned. 

Waves and waves of pleasure suffused you. Your whole body shivered from the delicious, torturous swipes of his tongue on your aching nipples. He moved back and forth, getting both nice and wet. The sting from the clamps began to dissipate. But the roaring fire deep in your belly only got worse and worse.

He tugged and pulled on your nipples, hands gripping onto your ass and squeezing. Was it possible to die from too much pleasure? You felt like you were going to pass out if he kept this up. 

You were making desperate, wild sounds as he took his pleasure from your body. His hands moved up and down your back, wiping away goosebumps. He kneaded your skin all over. He touched as much of your body as he could. 

“How you feelin’ baby?” He asked.

“Feel, ah, so good,” you whispered.

“How’s your arms?” He asked.

“Good, they don’t hurt,” you said. There was enough slack between them that your arms didn’t feel like they were about to fall off. Stunna smirked against your skin. 

He stood with you in his arms. You yelped. “I got you, I got you,” he said into your chest. He helped you onto the couch, onto your knees. You couldn’t hold yourself up, so your face was mushed against the couch cushion opposite where he sat.

You heard him rummaging around the box until he made a satisfied sound. There was a soft click and then he pushed the vibrator against your clit. You cried out, ass lifting higher as if you could escape him, as he pushed the vibrator closer. 

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” you cried. Your legs shook. He placed one hand on your back and pushed you down, pushed you to stay still and accept what he was doing to you.

“Yo ass gon’ eat from now on, right?” He asked.

“Yes! Yes! I promise!” He pressed the vibrator into your clit and you were shaking in earnest now. You were..so…close…

He moved it away and you screamed out. Tears gathered in your eyes. Your lower belly hurt at this point. You couldn’t take all this damn edging. 

Stunna leaned down and pushed his tongue into your entrance. “Oh SHIT!” You moaned. Stunna slapped your ass, moaned, and then moved his tongue to your clit. He flicked it and you began to drool on the couch. 

The sounds you were making were low, soft, and like you were in pain. Shit, you were! You were out of your mind. Desperate, needy. You’d sell your left titty if he’d let you cum at this point. However, you were too far gone to plead now. 

Tears escaped your eyes and you sniffled. You were leaking everywhere. From your eyes, nose, mouth, and pussy. 

“Making such a mess, baby. Tasting so fuckin’ good. Hmmmm,” he said and rolled his whole head with how he ate you out. 

Your whines increased in a crescendo, reaching higher and higher. Fuck, you were about to cum. You didn’t have enough air in your lungs to tell him. To warn him. 

You should’ve known. He stopped eating you out and you whimpered. “Please,” you breathed. 

Stunna chuckled. He rubbed your body and your body relaxed in increments. You weren’t going to survive. He was going to have to make funeral arrangements for you. Your body shivered painfully and you moaned while he massaged your body. 

“Now what did we learn today?” He asked.

“Eat m-m-more,” you said, your teeth chattering. 

“That’s my baby,” he said.

He got behind you, pulling your hips back against him. His dick brushed against your pussy and you whimpered. He moved his hips, trying to line himself up. It didn’t quite do so, so he moved his hand to guide himself inside you.

Once the tip pushed into you, he shoved inside and you cried out. “Shit, Daddy!” You screamed.

He slapped your ass. “Bounce that shit back,” he said.

You moved, bouncing back on his dick. Your ass jiggled every time you made contact with his thighs. 

“That’s it. Work that sexy ass on this dick. You took your punishment so well. I’m so proud of you,” he said. 

He moved his thumb to your clit and soaked his finger. He then pushed it into your ass and your hips jerked, dropping forward as any remaining strength left you. His thumb wiggled into your ass and you cried, fat drops of tears streaming down your cheeks. 

He took over slamming and pounding into you. “Oh fuck, Daddy! Daddy!” 

“Go on and scream my name, baby,” he said. “You feel so damn good squeezing Daddy’s dick. You missed me, huh?” He asked.

“Yes, Daddy. Fuck,” you moaned. 

“You missed me, baby?” He asked. His voice was soft and sweet but his strokes were deep and punishing. The dichotomy made your pussy flutter. He groaned, feeling it. 

“I missed you, Daddy. I missed this dick,” you moaned. 

He moaned and seemed to get even deeper. As if he had been giving you shallow strokes before. Fuck, he was so big. Stretching you out and giving you exactly what you had been craving. You were going to be sore as hell after this. 

You squeezed him more. It felt like he was truly in your guts. As if you could feel him moving in your tummy. His thick head rubbed your inner walls and your eyes crossed. More drool escaped you.

“Daddy, let me cum. Let me cum,” you begged.

“You can cum baby, you deserved it,” he said. 

You screamed as your body released on his command. Your body spasmed and flopped on his pounding dick as an intense, earth-shattering, soul-cleansing, full body meltdown erupted inside of you. This orgasm rivaled any other he ever gave you. 

You may have passed out. You may have died a little. You may have entered the fifth dimension somewhere. But a moment later, he was joining you. His loud grunts infiltrated your foggy thoughts as he climaxed, stuffing you full of his cum. 

He pushed into you and stayed there, plugging it inside you. You twitched and jerked on his dick and he finished with a deep, rumbling moan in his throat.

“Love you so fuckin’ much,” he said.

“Love you so fuckin’ much,” you said. 

He slowly left you and you groaned. Already your pussy ached. He removed the handcuffs from your wrists and rubbed them. His fingers felt heavenly as he moved to rub your shoulders as well. 

He kissed your cheek. “Catch your breath, baby,” he said. 

“Yes, Daddy,” you said. You’d agree to anything right now. Absolutely anything. 

The next thing you knew, you were being lifted in his arms. You made a soft, questioning sound as he kissed your cheek. He carried you bridal style towards the bathroom.

It smelled like sweet vanilla and he lowered you into the tub. The hot water made you sigh with pleasure. He climbed in behind you and pulled you against his chest. He put your bonnet on first followed by your shower cap, carefully tucking your hair inside without getting it wet.

“Thank you, Daddy,” you murmured. You were so sleepy. Between the thorough fucking and the bath, you would likely sleep through the night and well into the morning. 

He whispered softly to you as you bathed together, washing away all the nasty shit he did to you. You talked more about his day, your plans for tomorrow, and any other random things on your mind. He tickled you in between kisses to your neck and you giggled as you wiggled your ass against his dick.

He rolled your ear between his teeth and warned you to quit while you were ahead. Afterwards, you dried each other off. You lotioned each other up with your respective lotions. You stole kisses. You breathed each other in. 

Then, he carried you to the bedroom because you said your legs felt like noodles. He chuckled and scooped you up, laying you under the blankets and tucking you in. He kissed your forehead before joining you in bed. 

He scooted closer, his chest warming your back. His hand caressed your belly. He placed a final kiss on your neck and you fell asleep feeling like you were on top of the world and never wanted to come back down.

THE END!

WHEW! Need more? The Secret Big Stunna Files

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Would you write for Sylvain x Cursed!Fem!Reader? I don’t really mind what the curse is or how you’d solve it, so you can get creative with this one! :D

Hey, lovely! This was actually really interesting and super fun. It was nice to work with establishing subtlety and growing that into a nice crescendo for the story's climax. I really got to work out my brain on how certain characters would handle certain scenarios, and of course there was the matter of coming up with how the curse would be applied.

I hope this is what you were looking for!

Requests are open. The story will be continued under the cut.

“Good morning. We have a lot to cover today, so I’ll need everyone to sit down as soon as you walk in,” Professor Byleth commented over her shoulder, drawing up the battle strategy your class had been discussing for the past week.

You entered the Blue Lions’ classroom, a small black notebook in your hand as you moved to get to your seat.

“Oh,” your professor noted, “Seteth told me this was sent to you.”

She was gesturing toward a slim box on the edge of her desk. Maybe it would fit a pen? But then why would anyone go through the trouble?

“Would you mind if I opened it now?”

“The way I see it, it’s yours. You can do whatever you’d like.”

Curious, you took the box back to your seat. It seemed you were not the only one intrigued; Mercedes and Ashe turned to watch from their chairs in front of you.

“What do you think it is?” she asked, “I’ve never received a package before.”

Ashe gave a sad smile, “Neither have I. It makes me wonder.”

More eyes came to fall on you as the tape was removed from the edges and the lid was lifted lightly.

Upon seeing what it was, you gave a small gasp. Resting inside on a soft cushion was a deep blue pendant looped through a small silver chain. The necklace was understated, and undoubtedly to your taste. You would have picked such a piece out for yourself had you seen one in the market.

“Ooh!” Annette cooed behind you, bracing her hands on her table as she stood at her seat behind you, “It’s so pretty!”

“Someone…knows me very well,” you chose your words carefully.

Sylvain leaned in next to you, scanning over the necklace with a look on his face you couldn’t quite read, “Do you know who sent it?”

Good question. You would have to meet with this person and have a little chat. No one gifted something like this purely out of kindness. Not to you, anyway. But when you lifted the cushion, there was only a slip of parchment about as long as your index finger underneath.

You set the cushion aside, reaching in to turn over the paper.

Eternity

That wasn’t helpful at all. If anything, knowing that paper came with the box only made you more confused.

The phrase was iterated to your friends as you placed the necklace back in its place.

“Maybe it’s some new jewelry line looking to get its name out there,” Annette beamed, “Ooh, you’re so lucky!”

If that was the case, why pick an understated piece? On top of that, why you? Sure, you were the daughter of a Kingdom noble, but someone had to have gone out of their way for this. To learn that you were at Garreg Mach, and then to ensure you would actually receive the package?

Even Ingrid was interested, it seemed, “You should try it on. It would be a shame for it to sit away waiting for some special occasion. Besides, the jeweler would probably want you to show it off.”

You weren’t the showy type, but you could admit you were just as interested in it as she was.

“I suppose…” the attention from your classmates was beginning to make you shy.

They weren’t interested in you, though! It was the necklace they wanted to see, you reminded yourself.

Easily, the silver chain was lifted from the cushion and wrapped around your neck. Clasping it in the back, you found that it fell just below your collarbone.

Mercedes gave a soft giggle, “It looks wonderful on you! Ingrid is right, it would be a shame for it to collect dust somewhere in your room.”

She’s right.

“Okay, then. I…guess I’ll wear it often.”

Professor Byleth gave a small scowl from the front of the room, “Sylvain, I hope you studied your notes from my last lecture as closely as you’re studying that necklace.”

“What? Of course I did! I studied during the lecture.”

You noticed he didn’t even have a notebook.

“Very well, then. Why don’t we start by having you tell us more about the…”

~~~~~~

Thankfully, you had eaten a good breakfast this morning. The professor didn’t release anyone until long after lunch had passed. It didn’t help that you had spent every second writing down as much as possible to be looked over later.

You elected to bring your lunch with you to your dorm, mind focused solely on reviewing what the Professor had spouted during the lecture for the group examination tomorrow. It seemed she was more adamant about the topic of battalion management than the other subjects the monastery advocated.

An hour or two passed, and you had successfully copied the important bits of the lecture onto your spare pages. This way, your studies for the rest of the night were more efficient. 

By the time the sky turned to a dark midnight, you were still sitting at your desk in your room.

That’s enough for today.

Wanting to prepare for bed, you reached back to remove the clasp of the necklace you received. As though something was triggered by the action, it was set aglow with light.

Not right now.

“…”

Nevermind that it glows! You don’t want to take the necklace off. A new desire has overcome you.

You were in the mood for a stroll. Specifically, one to the woods outside of Garreg Mach.

The hallway was too dark for you to see properly, but you didn’t care. You shut the door behind you as you left, maneuvering about the monastery confidently until you came near the gates.

You stifled the glow of your necklace with one of your hands, sneaking around the guards as you let your feet lead the way. Somehow, these were the surest steps you had ever taken. Your destination was somewhere you had never been, yet one you were always meant to visit.

That very sense of determinism kept you mindlessly moving. Trees, leaves, grass, and several shadows drooping over everything stood as the only landmarks on your path. You treaded forth until you came to a gradual halt.

Calmly, you turned to your left. A woman in robes you could not clearly make out in the darkness made her presence known.

She approached you with a laidback ease; you were no threat to her.

And why would you be? You are safe with her. She only has your best interests in mind.

“Good to see you have accepted my gift, my muse,” the woman drew nearer, her hand brushing over your collarbone to touch the pendant, “You wear it well.”

You knew nothing of your current situation, but there was a settled feeling within you. There would be no need for questions. All the knowledge you needed would be provided, and what you weren’t told, you didn’t need to worry about.

A lovely way of saving your mind the trouble, is it not? Truly, she cares for you.

“Now, you must have seen enough of her at Garreg Mach to give me a proper report,” she gleaned, removing her hand from your neck.

Tell her all about your professor.

“Wh…why?” you managed. Your head was beginning to feel foggy, and you could no longer remember how you got here.

Hush. Do not ask questions. Only listen.

This voice in your mind was beginning to make your head spin.

“Perhaps you are too tired from your day to continue. You should not be able to resist.”

There were so many questions you wished to ask, but the blanket of exhaustion weighed heavier upon your mind than the cloud of curiosity.

“A major fault of my own design, no doubt. There is no reason to fret, though. I promise you and I will work through the problems together until we get this right.”

A rustle in the bushes caught your attention, though you didn’t get to point it out before the woman’s hand found your collar once more.

“Now, erase this encounter from your memory. Forget.”

~~~~~~

Byleth found herself working tediously at her desk an hour before classes were slated to start.

She saw you late last night, soundlessly following the gleam of your jewel until you covered it. By then, tracking you through the woods was child’s play. You did not seem yourself, so she played it safe and waited to learn where you were headed before revealing herself.

Only, she never did confront you in those woods. No, the problem ran much deeper than a student sneaking out after hours. It only took her noticing your strange gait and how the mage that appeared treated you to determine as much.

The professor needed information, though she would not have hesitated to attack if she believed you were in true danger.

It seemed the woman still needed you; however, Byleth could only hope to guess how long your usefulness would last. No matter. The witch had given her a day, and that was all she needed to form a decent plan.

The former mercenary silently debated whether to confront you directly about it or not. While it was true she left the scene early, Byleth still managed to learn that you weren’t in on the act, so to speak. Your mind was likely being surveyed, which meant asking any suspicious questions could ruin any element of surprise she might have. You couldn’t know she had a plan.

In truth, she wondered if you knew you were in danger, at all. Fortunately, there were some things she could ask.

Byleth noticed you enter the classroom a few minutes early. You had a few questions on her lecture from yesterday, it seemed.

“I would say good morning, but you look like you hardly slept last night. Were you up late?” she greeted.

Your brows furrowed slightly as you brought a hand to your cheek, “Do I? That’s strange…I actually remember falling asleep much earlier than usual.”

That was surprising. Did you not remember your encounter?

Beginning to cover the areas of confusion you wanted to discuss, the professor noted your strange clothing choice. A shawl was draped over your shoulders and covered your collarbone. You had never worn such an item before, so you must have chosen it for a reason.

Her guess? It was likely to shield the pendant from the notice of others.

Eventually, all of the Blue Lions found their way into the room and classes began. What the class didn’t know was that things would go a little differently today.

“Now, I know some of you may be upset or confused about this new arrangement, but there has been a schedule change,” she opened, standing at her desk, “Rather than doing our group work this weekend, our class will be completing its tasks today. Don’t ask me why, I don’t make the rules.”

Oh, she very much did make the rules, but nobody in this class would be so aggravated about the alteration that they would march up to Seteth just to verify the new schedule. Nobody in their right mind would contest her if it meant they’d be taking that exam instead.

“Partners and jobs will change, and as such will be decided by myself.”

There were a few murmurs at this.

You spoke out, “How long will this new arrangement last, Professor?”

“Only for this week, don’t worry.” Byleth looked to the list she had created before class, “Now, you and Mercedes will be on stable duty today. Dedue and Ashe will handle the cooking, Ingrid will go on sky-watch with Ferdinand from the Black Eagle house, and Dimitri and Felix will be working on weeding the grass.”

“What?” Felix complained, “Out of the eight other people in this room, why would you choose to pair me with him?.”

“Because it would bring me no end of lectures from Seteth to have you embarrass this House by falling out of the sky or burning a fish. Annette, Sylvain, please come see me,” she looked to her students, “but everyone else is dismissed and may begin. Your day ends when your task concludes.”

Students filed out of the classroom one at a time, Annette and Sylvain making their way to the front. Once the last student shut the door behind them, Byleth pulled the small paper she had been forming a plan upon out from her drawer.

“You two are going to have some very important tasks, but I’ll need you to keep this information private unless I exclusively tell you to share it.”

Sylvain scoffed, “What? Are others going to be jealous of our chores, Professor?”

“Do you remember the necklace your classmate received yesterday, Sylvain?”

“How could I forget after the commotion it caused?” he muttered.

“Well, I have reason to believe that piece of jewelry inflicted a curse upon her. The only time I know for certain we have is today, and we can’t waste a single second.”

Annette let out a noise of shock, “But Professor, why didn’t you confront her about it? Surely, if you had just taken her necklace off…”

“I couldn’t take that risk. There’s no way to know if that necklace can come off.” She glanced over her writing, “Just because I’m aware something is going on…just because I can get her alone…even then, I know so little that I can’t even be sure we have any advantage except surprise. We’re only going to get one shot at this, and we can’t give away that we know anything. Especially not to _______.”

She set the paper aside, “Annette, I’ll need you to do some research on curses and get back to me. Anything in the ranges of cursed objects, methods of cursing, and mind control should be good places to start. The sooner we know what we’re dealing with, the sooner we’ll know where to look for a solution.”

“Got it!” she exclaimed, rushing out of the room to the library.

“I’ll be joining you in just a moment!” Byleth called after her.

Sylvain leaned forward, “What about me?”

“You have a more…practical role to play…”

~~~~~~

Hours went by, Annette finally reporting her progress. The only way to break the spell was either by getting the mage to remove it herself, or by killing her altogether.

Best to prepare for the latter, Byleth thought. That woman didn’t look the type to go down without a fight. Or to play fair, for that matter.

Well then, she’d need to take away as much leverage as possible. The former mercenary seemed to recall that your natural exhaustion dampened your necklace’s control, the other night.

“Alright, listen up Annette. Here’s what I need you to do…”

~~~~~~

“Hey, Mercie!” you heard Annette call.

Currently, Mercedes was helping you brush out and dry off the last few horses. Today’s stallions were rather well-behaved, though it took no small amount of energy to care for the horses on a good day.

Things were also slowed down by the leisurely pace you two had been going at thus far, taking a break for lunch at one point and having a bit of fun with each other between tasks.

“What is it, Annie?”

The smaller girl gave a glance toward you before focusing on her friend again, “I, um…the professor wanted me to speak with you.”

“I see,” Mercedes nodded, setting her brush down. She turned back to you, “Please, just give me a moment. I’ll get right back to working with you once this is settled.”

“Take your time!” you smiled.

As the girls walked away, the voice that had been so present in your thoughts today grew louder.

What are they saying? They are keeping secrets from you.

No, you rationalized. They always did that sort of thing. The two were incredibly close far before you came along. Besides, this was something the professor needed. If it had anything to do with her more personal affairs, it was none of your business anyway.

Could it be that your professor is wary of you? Did you reveal the pendant? One can never be too certain, in these times…

The more you tried to reassure yourself, the more wary you became. Though you knew you were surrounded by those that would never hurt you, a feeling of dread had rooted itself within your mind.

A similar feeling came whenever your mind had its more…forceful thoughts…yet never was it stronger than when you dreamt last night.

With each swipe of your comb along horse hair, images would flood your mind. You, covering your pendant with a shawl. You, falling asleep early last night.

You, heading back into the woods tonight.

…back?

“I’m so sorry!” a voice snapped you out of your thoughts. It was Mercedes. Apparently, her conversation had concluded, but she remained standing next to Annette, “It seems the professor needs me to help her reassign vulneraries. You’ll be okay finishing the rest of this by yourself, won’t you?”

A reasonable excuse?

Of course it was. As the Blue Lions’ best cleric, Mercedes was always called to meet with the professor over vulnerary assignments.

…very well.

“No problem! Come back when you’re done, okay?”

Annette and Mercedes exchanged glances you didn’t quite like. Something told you she wouldn’t be coming back.

“Sure!” Annette cut in, “I’ll even help you out after I finish in the greenhouse!”

“Really? Thanks so much, Annette!”

But she must have never gotten her task done. Once the horses were locked up in their stables and the sky was painted orange, you were just as alone as when they left you.

Liars.

You didn’t want to hate them for it.

Some true friends you have. For them to abandon you after making promises like that…

They would never hurt you on purpose. Their chores were important, so it simply must have taken them longer than usual.

After a quick stop at the dining hall, you returned to your room. It had been such a long day, you were almost excited to get some rest.

Ah, ah. Not yet. You are meant to be going to the woods, remember?

Of course. How could you forget? You had only been thinking of that trip for what, a whole day?

Be not seen. Make haste.

Leaving your shawl behind, you changed into clean clothes before heading off.

The lovely glow of your favorite necklace shone down the hall as you went. Unfortunately, you needed to stifle the shine with your hand a few times to sneak off the grounds past the guards.

Why was this so familiar?

Just a little farther…

Greenery, darkness, moonlight, left.

A dark-robed woman revealed herself, “Fascinating. Tell me, do you know who I am?”

Who is she to you? Be honest.

“You-”

An arrow suddenly lodged itself in the woman’s shoulder.

“Augh-!”

HelpHelpHelpHelpHelpHelpHelp

The amulet you wore shone brighter than ever as all your instincts commanded that you protect her.

Surveying your surroundings, you spotted someone you knew holding the bow. It was your professor, and by the way she shifted her arms in the dark, she was going to nock another arrow.

Without thinking, you advanced. At least, you tried to. Your lunge was interrupted by a strong arm catching your waist, but it was clumsy and rushed. The counterweight caused both your own momentum and that of your supposed assailant to switch, bringing you both to the ground as you collided.

HelpMeHelpMeHelpMeHelpMeHelpMeHelpMeHelpMe

This mantra kept interrupting your focus until your back was against their chest. The two of you were in an awkward, semi-upright position as you struggled against the arms restraining you.

“You sure about this, Professor?” strained a man’s voice. A lock of red hair came into your field of view.

“Do it. It’s for her own good.”

Who you now knew to be Sylvain removed one of his arms’ grasp on you, reaching for something you couldn’t see. His hand returned just as quickly, though he held a small vial of herbs and pollen between his fingers.

Suddenly, you were flipped so that you were on your back on the ground and he was above you. He clamped one of his hands over your mouth, forcing you to breathe through your nose.

“Sorry about this,” he frowned as he popped the vial open and held it underneath your nostrils.

HelpMeHelpMeHelpMeHelpMe

But you couldn’t. After five quick inhales from your aggressive, breathless state, the floral mixture muddled all your senses together.

“Protect her until…” Professor Byleth’s voice faded out, though you watched her finally rush out of the bush, sword in hand, to confront the stranger.

…cold…it was so cold.

“...onastery…”

The sweetened scent haunted you.

~~~~~~

When you woke up, Manuela was with you in the infirmary.

According to the physician, you had been asleep for three days.

“Poor dear, you looked so pale. But you’re well rested now, and I think I’ve managed to flush your system of that awful pollen.”

The pollen…

“I remember that!” you sat up in a panic. “It was Professor Byleth…and Sylvain…”

“Yes,” Manuela laughed. “They filled me in once they came back with you. I swear, that boy worried himself out of an appetite the day they brought you back. He must have held the narcotic powder to your nose for too long.”

Subconsciously, your hand migrated to the lower half of your face.

“He blames himself, of course, but in all honesty I think it was more than that. Curses take a toll on your body as they are. Combine that with natural exhaustion, and that’s a nasty little recipe that’ll keep anyone out for a long time. Not that my telling him that kept him from checking in on you every few hours.”

After a few final checks, the songstress assured you that you were just fine before sending you off to the dining hall to get something to eat.

Needless to say, you couldn’t get there without talking with everyone you bumped into on the way.

Mercedes and Annette were the first to call out your name.

“Oh my goodness! I’m really sorry about lying to you,” Annette wailed. “I was really scared, but I knew the professor had a plan to keep you safe. I felt bad every second of it, though I know that’s probably not worth anything.”

You wrapped them both in a hug, “Please, don’t worry about it! I completely understand.”

“If there’s anything we can do for you, just let us know,” Mercedes offered.

“Of course.”

You smiled and waved at each other, parting ways as you continued on your trip to the dining hall.

More members of your house stopped you as you went. Dimitri wanted to apologize, promising he would attempt to prevent such occurrences in the future. Professor Byleth approached from behind him as the prince explained he was upset with himself for not noticing anything out of the ordinary.

Quickly, you assured him that no one did; you weren’t even aware you were cursed. Your teacher chimed in at that, saying she only found out by sheer luck. She threw a rare smile your way though, glad to have you back and happy to fill you in.

The necklace was given to Professor Hanneman and the woman was brought in for questioning, according to your professor. The woman had chosen to value her life over her secrets, it seemed.

“Thank you for everything,” you worried. “I don’t…that could have gone downhill way too quickly.”

“Don’t even think about it. You are my student; it is my responsibility to keep you safe.”

Her eyes slid past yours, as though she saw something behind you.

“In any case, Dimitri and I were just headed to the training grounds to spar with Felix and Dedue. Feel free to join us later, if you’re feeling better. We wouldn’t want to keep them waiting, though.”

“Oh, good luck,” you waved as they turned and left.

You heard your name from behind you.

Sylvain looked somewhat breathless, slowing up a few paces away by the time you shifted to face him.

“Sylvain,” was about as far as you got before he cut you off.

“I am so sorry,” he started. “Goddess, when we got you back…you were bruised, you were knocked out…I messed up.”

You were taken off guard. Such blunt sincerity wasn’t something you expected from him of all people.

…Manuela really wasn’t kidding when she said he was beating himself up over this.

“Hey…you saved me- you might have saved the professor too, since I know she’s who that woman was after. I have no clue what was in store for me, though I probably would have just kept living life trapped in limbo.”

“...maybe, but…” he struggled to find an argument.

“I know. Look, I-I’d rather have a few bruises than a chain binding me. You and Professor Byleth, you’re the reason I’m free. That’s more important to me than anything.”

“Right. Okay, then,” he nodded, taking a breath.

“So there. I forgive you.” You began to laugh, “Now look at us; I’m the one who’s worried. I don’t even think there’s a way I can repay you for helping me.”

“Oh, there’s no need for that,” he waved it off. “Although…you could come for a meal in the dining hall with me.”

“You’re in luck. I just happen to be on my way there right now,” you grinned. “Best not to leave a debt unsettled, right?”

He laughed, “I told you, you don’t need to think that way.”

Though the two of you went back and forth verbally, you went to the dining hall together.

And this time, the only voice telling you, this is right, was the one in your heart.

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Celebrity Crush | Erling Haaland x fem!shy!short!reader

Request :

Imagine you and Erling are each others celebrity crushes (reader is an f1 driver or whatever you want them to be) and she goes to her first Man City Game but she is nervous because even though these famous she is quite shy

Most of the city lads know about Erling crush so when they see her they tease him saying things like “ooo your girls here” Erling doesn’t believe it until he see you for himself

After the game (a win of course) you both meet up after and since it’s your first time meeting they are both really flustered

Erling asks them on a data and they exchange numbers

After there 5th date Erling confesses his love for the reader and is such a simp for her

Maybe if you are comfortable it ends in really soft smut between the two and even softer aftercare

Xxxxx

Ps- I love your writing your doing so well, keep it up 🩷🩷

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Thank you so much for requesting this imagine , the idea was amazing and I was so glad that I had the chance on writing it .

Again thank you all for the undying suuport < 3 ( I WILL NOT STOP TELLING YOU ) .

Tw : nervousness , shyness , shity friends , the fem!reader is described as short , AND SMUT ( I tried OK ? ) .

Ps . I was so happy writing this .

English isn't my first language , so if you spot a mistake , please just bare with me .

5k words : )

Enjoy < 3

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Reader's Pov

Being a F1 driver is not an easy thing . It is not an easy thing at all . Everyone is constantly judging you for everything .

Especially if you are the only woman in a sport that most people are men .

I am not saying that F1 is a man's sport . I've known a lot of women in the Formula world , it is just that everyone is hard one you when you are the only woman in Formula racing with other people . And it is even harder when you are racing in F1 .

Currently I'm sitting in Toto Wolff's office with Susie .

" I don't know what I did wrong . I didn't say anything to him ." I said to Susie about what happened a few minutes ago in the conference room .

I was sitting with Lewis , George and Mike and we were all waiting for the other drivers to show up so we could discuss some things for the upcoming season .

But someone had other plans . . .

A lot of drivers didn't even showed up .

Lewis was starting to lose his patience and after a couple of minutes he got up and tried to search for the others .

" Where are you going ? " I asked him quietly looking up at him .

" I just want to get this over with and go home as everybody else wants , but there are just a few of us . " He said angrily .

" Let me come with you . " I said to him and the moment I got up from my chair , a certain Red Bull driver whispered : " Puppet " .

After that I just left the conference room and didn't show up .

" Honey it wasn't your fault . Everyone is anxious for the race . He didn't really mean it . " Susie said trying to calm my down .

It wasn't really working .

When Toto came in followed by Lewis , we went through the situation again , and then decided that we all need a brake .

This was a really good opportunity to visit Manchester and my family.

Maybe go out with some of my friends .

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Manchester

I hate my friends .

We decided to go all out tonight , maybe at some bar and then head back home , but my friends decided to bring me to my first football mach with Manchester City against Chelsea .

Not because they wanted to watch a football game .

No .

Because they know about the crash I have on a certain striker .

Erling Braut Haaland .

The man isn't even aware about my existence .

So what am I even doing here ?

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Erling's Pov

" OOO YOUR GIRLS HERE " !!! Jack Grealish screamed to Erling while they werje training before the start of the game .

" Stop screaming man . What are you even saying ? " Erling asked his close friend .

" I saw her man . I swear . She is right over there in the VIP section . " Jack said to him while pointing out in the crowd .

Erling grabbed his hand shocked . " Stop pointing . Your blind . She's not here . I would have seen her . "

" Yeah right . " Jack said while trying to hold his laugh .

" Ayo bro . Y/N's here . " Phil said walking towards them .

And with that Erling started panicking and Jack bursted out laughing.

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" Famous F1 driver for the AMG Petronas team is in the house . " The presenter said quietly while your face showed on the big screen of the City stadium .

Erling was shocked .

He stoped dead in his track .

Your beautiful features right infront of him .

" She is so cute . " He said to himself not knowing that the cameras were filming his reaction .

The internet is going to be on fire tonight .

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" OMG Y/N YOU ARE ON THE SCREEN !!! " Your friend scream to you pointing at the camera .

" Huh ? " You asked quietly , but she was right . Your while face was on the screen .

Feelinh embarrassed you looked down and missed the face of your biggest crush looking at you .

" OMG Y/N ERLING IS LOOKING AT YOU !!! " Your friend scream at you again shaking you this time .

" No he doesn't . " You said with a red face .

" OMG Y/N THERE IS A VIDEO ON TWITTER . YOU ARE ERLING'S CRUSH . " Your friend said to you while looking at her phone screen .

Soon the game started .

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Manchester City won against Chelsea and Ofcourse Erling scored the goal .

Everyone was celebrating .

Even you .

You left the stadium . Your friend went home with an other guy and left you alone . You didn't brought your car with you .

" I miss my Benz now . " You said to yourself while looking down walking to the parking session and then head out , when suddenly you heard laughs and voices .

" Oi Y/N how are you ? Did you liked the game ? You know Erling scored a goal . " Jack said to you while you saw Erling Haaland himself for the first time behing him .

When Jack started walking towars you , Erling went behind him and in a matters of seconds they were both right in front of you .

You and Erling were both looking at each other .

Didn't say a word .

" Erling has a really big crush on you Y/N and by your looks you seem to have too . I'll leave you both to it . " Jack said proud of himself and then walked away , leaving you both looking at each other .

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" Your face is really red . " Erling said quietly while looking down at you.

" Your really tall . " You too said guietly while looking up at him .

When you two realished what you both told one another you started laughing .

" Can I have your number ? " Erling asked you smiling .

" Ofcourse . "

" Do you have a ride home ? I can take you if you want . " He told you .

That night were he drove you home , you had your first date . It was a long drive and you got to know some things about each other .

" Will I see you again ? " He asked you when you reached your house .

" We can go out tomorrow for dinner . Is it okay with you ? " You asked him with a smile .

" Yes it is . " He answered and you gave him a kiss on the cheek .

After that you thanked him again and got out .

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You were both sitting in a park near your apartment , eating burger's and drinking Ice Tea .

" Are you sure you should be eating those things ? " You askeh him once again .

" No but I'm not gonna tell anyone and neither do you . " He answered and kissed your cheek smiling .

You were both dating for a couple of months and things have been great .

You loved him , but you were really afraid telling him .

" I am gonna delete my Instagram account . " Erling said defeated . " Everyone keeps calling me a simp and Jack encourages them . " He added and you laughed .

God . . . how much he loved you . Your smile , your eyes , your laugh .

" I know it's only been a while , but I think I love you . I really do . " He confessed and you could sense that he was worried that you might not share the same feelings .

But you interrupted his thoughts .

" I think I am in love with you too . I mean I know it's only been two months , but we are both happy and we are having a great time . We don't have to be anxious about it right ? " You said looking him in the eyes .

Suddenly you started kissing .

You didn't even know how you ended up in your apartment .

Erling holding your hands beside your head , your legs spread out for him , slowly sliding in and out of you .

All you could think about was him .

Only him .

The way he was giving you so much pleasure , but at the same time he was so soft with you .

Leaving kisses and hickeys on your neck and your collarbone's .

Holding each other like your entire life's depended on it .

Him kissing you like the worls was ending .

But the way his hips found yours in every thrust made you see oblivion .

You could feel him twitching everytime a soft moan escaped your mouth .

When he was close he left your hands and wrapped them beneath your back and your head embracing you in a thigh and warm hug .

Your hands found their way into his hair .

You were close too . He could feel you squeezing him everytime he reached a certain spot .

After a couple of minutes he bottomed out .

You reacher your high .

Both feeling high .

He didn't let you go for a second that night .

Holding each other , laughing , telling stories , having sex again , kissing .

And when the morning sun made it's appearance , you finally fell asleep .

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