#and him knowing how to braid hair is the cherry on top

[hyewka]

it’ll never leave my mind how beomgyu’s described as a daughter-like son by his mom

[harryspet]

well kept [2] r. cameron

[warnings] dark!ceo!rafe x reader, size difference, billionaire!older!rafe, shy!reader with low self-esteem, reader is a person who stutters, boss x personal assistant, heavy abuse of power, emotional/mental manipulation, NONCON, little editing, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK 18+

A/N: Pls reblog and let me know what you think!

word count: 4.5k

In which you officially enter into a world of high stakes and intense demands.

well kept masterlist

Your fingers traced the smooth edge of the new work bag that sat on your desk, a pristine luxury item whose brand you didn’t immediately recognize. It was medium-sized, big enough to fit your brand-new laptop, and an off-white color with pebble-textured leather. 

“Wow, you clean up nice,” came a voice from behind you. You turned to find Eleanor approaching, coffee in hand.

Instinctively, you pulled down your skirt as she looked you over. You were effortlessly polished, for sure. You usually only get your hair professionally done for special occasions, opting for simple protective styles you could do yourself. However, you had to admit you felt pretty with your hair in a neat, braided rose that reached down to your lower back. 

The clothes only amplified this unfamiliar sensation. After trying on eight outfits the previous night, you had settled on a cherry-red cropped blazer and a matching pleated skirt. You’d chosen the shortest heels Rafe had sent—a pair of white kitten heels adorned with gold bows. Your makeup, subtly applied, complemented the overall look.

Eleanor set her things down, straightened, and placed a hand on her slender hips. “Take your bag,” she said. “I’ll show you where Rafe expects you to work.”

“I thought that was my desk.”

“He’ll tell you where you need to be and when you need to be there.”

Her answer was simple enough. 

You entered the luxurious space that Rafe called an office once again. Even when he wasn’t in the room, you were intimidated by it, “He had this brought in for you,” Facing the wall on the side of the room that held Rafe’s desk, in the corner, was a simple mahogany desk. The miniature version of Rafe’s desk. A cushioned stool was placed underneath and on top were a notebook, a cup of pens, and a small lamp, “This is where he’ll expect you most mornings. You’re to review his calendar before he arrives, memorize it, and you’ll brief him on the day when he walks in.”

“I’m ssss-supposed to be in here with him …all day? What if I, you know, need you?”

“I’m right down the hallway, or you can email me.”

Eleanor spent the next thirty minutes showing you their emailing system and how to access Rafe’s calendar. She even shared a large cheat sheet she’d made with all of Rafe’s preferred restaurants, coffee shops, hotels, and the names and numbers of his home staff.

When she left you alone, you looked around the room. The view of the office from your corner was daunting. However, your heart had been beating too fast ever since you met Rafe. 

You turned your attention back to the calendar system. It was sleek and well-organized, and luckily, it was straightforward enough to navigate. You took note of his key meetings for the day and repeated them over in your head. You wrote down some notes in case your mind drew a blank. It was your first day, and he’d give you some grace, right? 

You needed to be able to anticipate these needs, but all you knew about Rafe Cameron was that he was complex and demanding. 

The sound of footsteps in the corridor drew your attention, and hurriedly, you glanced down at your note sheet again. Standing from your seat, you smoothed out your skirt, and with your notes in hand, you folded your palms in front of you. 

Unconsciously, as he pushed open the doors, you sucked air into your lungs. You held your breath until his eyes met with yours. In comparison to when you first met him, he was dressed down. He wore a short-sleeve black polo black dress pants, black leather penny loafers on his feet and a briefcase in hand. His face was stoic as he looked you over and let the doors close behind him. As big as they were, they were practically silent went they closed, adding to the ominous feeling in the room. 

You smiled, or tried to, “Good morning, Mr. Cameron, I’m–”

“I want you right here,” He interrupted, pointing down at the floor a foot before him. You stepped forward, hoping you wouldn’t trip like you had while practicing walking in them. Despite how he towered over you when you were this close, you made yourself comfortable there, “You’ll be right there every day when I walk in. Try again.”

“Good morning, Mr. Cameron-”

“I prefer Sir.”

Try again. Unfortunately, you were pretty used to being interrupted and forced to stop and start your sentences. “Good morning, Sir.” You were smiling as much as you could, but your throat hurt like your body wanted to cry. “Today, you’ll sss-start with three sss-separate online conferences with potential investors: Mr. Daniel, Mrs. Hunt, and Mr. Rivera. After lunch, you’ll have your weekly group meetings with department heads. You’ll start with Finance at one o’clock, Legal at two, and Design and Architecture at three. Your meeting with Property Management at four o’clock was canceled but rescheduled for Wednesday. For the rest of the day, you will be free to catch up with emails and ssss-submit the …. sss-ssss-strategic plan report you’ve been working on.”

He nodded once throughout your briefing, his face remaining impassive. You thought he might cringe at your mistakes, but he didn’t. You couldn’t help but feel like a strange choice for this job. Why would someone like him want to listen to you? 

“Good,” he confirmed, and you were relieved only for a moment. You were okay until he started to look you over, “Turn around.”

You weren’t sure why you looked in his eyes to see if he was being serious. Of course, he was being serious. Awkwardly, you face away from him until he adds, “In a circle, please.”

You felt your cheeks heat up from embarrassment before you faced him again. 

“I have a question,” You said.

“Yeah?”

“About the clothes. I …I didn’t know if it w-would be okay to return ssss-ssss-some of them. I just, there’s sss-so many.”

“And?” Rafe pressed, his brow furrowed. 

“I-I don’t have that much room for them.”

“Hmm,” He thought briefly, “How’s this? You take a picture of yourself in each outfit and then email them to me, and I’ll decide which ones I want you to wear. But everything red can stay. I like the red.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but he brushed past you and returned to his desk. Unsure whether you were supposed to move or stay put, you waited in place. 

“I’ll take a coffee. Black. Thanks.”

Eager to escape the room and not feel the weight of his gaze, you hurried out of the doors. Panicked, you approached Eleanor’s desk, waving your hands to get her attention. She was on the phone, but you mouthed “Coffee.” Acting as your life vest, she pointed you toward one of the many doors that lined the wall across from the reception area. 

Inside, you expected to find a normal breakroom, but the room’s decoration reminded you more of a lounge. Black coffee should be easy enough, but your hands shook slightly as you worked the modern, sleek coffee maker. After you prepared the coffee, you took a breath, and made your way back to his office. You kept yourself as composed as possible, and he glanced up at you briefly as you entered. You set it carefully on the coaster near his computer. 

He didn’t directly look at you or the coffee; you took that as your sign to retreat to your desk. 

You sat quietly as he attended all three of his virtual meetings. Inevitably, you started to listen. Sometimes, you’d tune in, wanting to learn something, but you gave up a few times after realizing how complex things were. 

When he finished all his meetings, he spoke up, “What are the arrangements for lunch?” 

“Lunch …” You echoed, thinking about the calendar you recognize, “Is there sss-something sss-specific you’re in the mood for, sir?”

“On Mondays, I have lunch with my COO and CFO. We have standing reservations at several restaurants. You’ll need to pick one, call, and make sure everyone knows the plans.” 

“Okay,” You nodded, “Yes, sir.”

Was that on the cheat sheet? Had you missed that? After scrolling a few times, you will find the list of restaurants and senior team members. 

You called The Prime, an upscale steakhouse, for Rafe and his senior team, ensuring every detail was perfectly arranged. When it was time to leave, you stood to bid Rafe goodbye, only to be told you were expected to join him. Quickly gathering your things, you followed him down the elevator to the parking garage. Eleanor gave you an encouraging thumbs up and smile as you passed her.

You must’ve looked frightened. 

Rafe’s choice of vehicle, a massive black truck with gleaming rims and immaculate leather seat, wasn’t a surprise, but his courteous gesture was. He opened the door for you and gently placed a hand on your hip to steady you as you navigated the high step into the truck.

“Th-Thank you,” You spoke, your voice small before he closed the door. 

As you sat during the ride, you felt your thighs were too exposed. You crossed your legs, trying to alleviate that feeling, but it proved useless, “You’ll get used to it,” Rafe’s voice snapped you out of being consumed by your thoughts. You hadn’t realized he was even paying attention to you. 

Hesitantly, your eyes roamed over him. His shirt's short sleeves did little to conceal the strength in his arms and the defined lines of his chest. 

“You have a boyfriend?” He asked, his tone relaxed. He wasn’t allowed to ask that, but you recalled the words he had used with you the week prior. Would you fuck him? He’d already crossed a line. You needed to get used to his brashness, “A girlfriend?” He continued. 

“I-I-I,” Breathe in, slowly release, “I don’t.”

“Have you ever had one?”

The underlying implication of his words made you defensive, and you crossed your arms, “Have you, Sir?”

He let our a short laugh, “You just seem a little uptight,” Your lips parted and eyes widened.

“What-”

“I haven’t dated anyone seriously in a while. But you don’t need to date someone seriously to get what you need from them. I guess I’m just wondering if you have someone who . . . relieves your stress.”

“I really, really don’t want to answer that,” You spoke slowly. 

“Relax, we’re just talking. Is this going to be a problem? I’m just trying to get to know my newest employee.”

It felt like a mind game. He wasn’t like anyone you’d ever met before—every word, every glance from him seemed designed to put you on edge, to make you second-guess yourself. 

“No, sir,” You replied, trying to keep your voice steady.

“Are you a virgin, Y/N?” He asked suddenly as if he’d had some brilliant revelation.

“N-No,” You stuttered, lying through your teeth, “I’m not.”

He made a “hmm” sound as he glanced at you, “Of course you’re not. Forgive me; I shouldn’t jump to conclusions.”

You understood quickly he wasn’t actually looking for your forgiveness. He was testing you, pushing boundaries just to see how you’d react. 

When you arrived, Rafe pulled up to the valet stand, and a nicely dressed attendant quickly came over to open your door. You managed to step out with as much grace as you could muster, feeling the weight of Rafe’s eyes on you as you did. He was out of the truck in a heartbeat, striding around to join you, his hand again guiding you with that firm touch on your lower back. It was possessive, a silent declaration that you belonged to him, at least for the duration of this lunch.

The restaurant's setting was sophisticated and private, and you reached the table reserved for your group. The two of you were last to arrive, which meant all eyes fell on you as Rafe pulled out a chair for you right next to his seat. Two men were at the table, and you were taken aback by the fact that they were as young as Rafe. 

“Guys, this is Y/N,” Rafe gestured to you, making himself comfortable, “Y/N, meet Topper Thornton and Kelce Adams.”

You managed to speak to them, though your words stumbled slightly. They eyed you the same way Rafe often did, like prey. You could almost imagine your name listed on the menu in front of them. But Rafe, with a swift shift in conversation, cut off their questions, his tone a clear warning. When you took a bit too long to decide on your meal, Rafe didn’t hesitate. He ordered for you the moment the waiter arrived, a subtle reminder of the control he held over every aspect of your life, even what you ate.

You couldn’t help but notice that Topper shared Eleanor’s last name. Were they married? Siblings? The thought lingered as you made a mental note to ask her later. Without another word, you pulled out your notebook, ready to take notes for the meeting.

Something in his last meeting had angered him. When he returned to his office, you watched him cross the room; your mouth wanted to form the words to ask, “What’s wrong?” but your lips pressed into a thin line instead. 

As he settled in his desk, you pretended to be engrossed in your notes, hoping to avoid his attention. Ignoring the cold air in the room and the dark cloud hovering above him grew impossible. Out of the corner of your eye, you watched him. He pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers and tapped at the surface of his desk. Was it anxiety he was feeling? 

“Come here, Y/N?”

Startled, you dropped your pen on the floor, the sound making him fully turn his head towards you. Awkwardly, you picked it up and set it down on your desk. You fixed your skirt as you crossed the distance between his desk and yours to keep it from riding up. 

“Yes, sss-sir?” 

His eyes were dark as he spun his chair to face you, “Tell me,” He began, “What do you think you did wrong today?”

Your mind raced. Did you do something wrong that you hadn’t realized? There were plenty of mistakes, but it was only your first day and you’d been completely thrown out of your comfort zone. 

“I’m not ssss-sssure, sss-sir,” Your voice was barely above a whisper, a grimace on your face as you tried to force out the words. 

“Not sure?” He echoed. 

“I should’ve know t-t-to …” You pushed through that “stuck” feeling, “Make your lunch reservations.”

“That’s one.”

“Uhm,” Your voice trailed off as your bottom lip shook. You felt like a child being scolded. Why did you keep freezing? Why did you let him speak to you that way? “I-I-I-I-I…”

“Does it hurt, you know, when it gets that bad?” Rafe leaned back in his chair, his arms folded against his chest, now looking at you with curiosity and frustration.

You shook your head because it was all you could manage.

“You can’t think of anything else, huh?”

“I’m sss-sss-sorry,” As a tear fell from your eye, he stood from his chair. 

He shushed you, grabbing ahold of the top of your arms, “You know I could have chose anyone for this job?”

You nodded. 

“But I chose you,” You nodded again, “I do love to see you apologize, sweetheart, but you have to know what you’re apologizing for.”

“I’m sss-sssory,” You couldn’t help the apology that tumbled out again, “Fff-for not knowing.”

“There you go, yeah, that’s better,” He pulled you closer, and you felt his hand brush the strands of your hair over your shoulder, keeping it from your face, “I told you this would be a mutually beneficial relationship. You need money, someone to care take care of you… I need ... I need you. When you’re with me, you’re mine to do with as I please. Do you understand?”

You nodded, feeling like he was the only thing keeping you grounded. He dominated the space, his presence suffocating, and the fear of displeasing him made your breath catch in your throat. The boundaries between you blurred even further, leaving you more trapped than ever.

“Good girl,” one of his hands wrapped around the side of your neck. His gaze pierced into yours, his mind racing behind them, and he sighed as he mentally concluded, “I can’t punish you just yet.”

“Punish?” You asked in a whisper, his face moving in closer. 

“You gotta learn somehow, right?”

Your eyes darted from his eyes to his lips, panicked. Nothing could have prepared you for him smashing his lips against yours. One hand was on your neck, and the other wrapped behind you, pulling you into him. Even as his kiss overwhelmed you, your mind couldn’t let go of the word he had just used—punish.

“I have to fuck you. I have to,” He growled between kisses. 

Your hands pushed at his chest, but it was like trying to move a brick wall, “Please, Rafe,” You tried to say. Part of you thought using his real name would snap him from his trance, but he groaned into your mouth. 

You’d never been kissed like this; no one had ever explored you with their tongue, and part of your mind seemed to rejoice. The other part, the rational one, told you to escape. You started to use your strength to pull from him as you stepped backward, but that only made him grip you harder. 

You yelped, and when Rafe opened his eyes again, he smiled. Whatever weighed heavy on his mind before had clearly been relieved by the game he was trying to play. You stumbled back when he let you go, almost falling on your behind, “Go on,” He said with a smirk, “Just makes it more fun for me.”

Of all the games, you liked this one the least. You turned to flee, but before you could reach the door, he lifted you off the ground. You screamed, and the next thing you knew, you were being thrown onto the couch. Rafe pinned you down easily, his weight crushing you as he reached for your legs. You shut your thighs tightly, and his glare felt like a knife in your side.

“Do not!” He exploded, and you whimpered, “Hey, hey, sweetheart, I don’t want you to ever close your legs to me.” 

“Rafe, please … please d-don’t,” Someone would hear. Eleanor would hear, wouldn’t she? She’d stop him before he went too far. 

“God, I’d beat your fucking ass if I didn’t need to be inside of you right now,” He growled, prying your legs apart and tearing away your underwear as soon as he could feel it. He wrapped one hand around your throat, squeezing just enough to keep you pinned down, while the other undid his belt. “You don’t make demands anymore, do you understand?”

“I’ve-I’ve nnn-never…”

Understanding flashed in his eyes. 

“You're a fucking virgin?” You nodded, feeling a small piece of hope, “We can add lying to that list of things you’ve done wrong, huh?”

He seemed to pause which you felt grateful for. His belt was already undone, his hips sinking into yours, “No one’s ever tasted you?” You shook your head, “You’ve never had a cock in your mouth either?”

You looked away, embarrassed. 

“Fuck,” He breathed out, “You’re gonna be all mine.” 

“Please-” You tried again, but he silenced you, pressing his lips to yours again. 

This time, he was more deliberate with his movements. His hands traveled higher, and he reached into your shirt to gently knead at your breasts. He moved slower like he was savoring the moment. At the same time, you felt even more tortured. Your body betrayed you, responding to his caresses as if they were safe, as if he were someone you trusted. He was making all the right moves and your mind felt even more confused then your body. 

Fingers pinched gently at your nipples and your lips parted into a moan. He used it as an opportunity to explore your mouth further. Next, he moved down your jaw and then he nuzzled his face into your neck. There was a place on your collarbone he’d found, one that made you yelp in pleasure, a spot you didn’t know existed. That’s what he wanted. To conquer you. 

You felt warm between your legs and a slickness as you tried to move your legs. Rafe was still taking his time. He’d lifted your shirt, pulled down your bra, and placed your left breast into his mouth. You cried out, your back arching in an automatic response. If he kept going, you knew you could finish just from this alone, and the thought filled you with a mix of shame and despair.

Slowly, methodically, he dismantled your guard. 

When he sensed you were ready, that he’d successfully turned your body on, he pulled down his briefs. You couldn’t bring yourself to look down. It was gonna hurt, either way, why dwell on the size? “Tell me,” He kissed your jaw, leaning down to your ear, “Ask me to take your virginity.”

You tensed, “I-I d-don’t.”

“I can make it hurt, Y/N,” He warned, “I promise, you want me to be gentle”

He pressed his tip against your entrance, and you were already cringing, “Fucking ask me, or I’ll push it all inside.”

“Will you …t-take my virginity?”

“Please,” he corrected, a dark satisfaction in his tone.“Where’s your manners?”

“Please, take mmm-my vvvv-vvvv-virginity,” He slowly started to enter you, and you pressed your hands against his chest. 

You started to breathe heavily, “T-T-Too mmm-mmm-much.”

He pushed in more, “That’s just half, sweetheart. Take a deeper breath for me."

You listened even though he was hurting you. Even now, you believed him to be better than you. Looking up at him, you slowly breathed in and out. As you controlled your breathing, he started to move in and out of you. He cursed and grunted into your ear, soon falling into a rhythm. 

Pain began to blur with something else, something you didn’t want to acknowledge. 

It was a foreign feeling, being full of him, reaching to parts of you that had never been discovered. The only thing that felt wrong to you was how it was happening. Is this how it always felt? So completely all consuming? You were warm everywhere, a pressure building at your core, and you struggled to make a sound other than a moan. 

With each thrust you let out a yip, not realizing that you’d stopped pushing at his chest and started pawing at it. That only encouraged him further. He reached underneath you, lifting your left leg to your chest, as he grabbed a handful of your ass. He pried you open further in this position and he looked down at you …almost grateful. He was savoring you and every moment that he was touching you, infiltrating your body. You’d never had someone want you like this. 

Before you were even really aware of it, the pressure inside of you had built to a crescendo, and you’d cried out against Rafe’s lips. 

He smiled against yours, “Good girl, sweetheart,” Tears escaped your eyes again, this time because of how confused your hormones were. It felt like an uncontrolled explosion of emotion. 

Now, the sensation actually felt like something you couldn’t physically handle, “Oh my god, o-oh my god, ” You spoke over and over as you went back to pushing at his chest. 

“Stay,” he commanded, his body pressing you down further as he slowed his movements, his rhythm faltering. “I’m almost done,” he added, a hint of amusement in his voice. “You’re squeezing so tight.”

“Please,” you begged, your legs starting to shake. “Please, Rafe.”

Your words seemed to bring his climax. Your second orgasm came painfully, and you scrambled to free yourself from under his weight after he finished sinking into you. Your legs didn’t stop shaking, but at least you could catch your breath. 

Your bare bottom hit the plush carpet of his seating area, listening as Rafe’s heavy breathing slowed. You fixed your bra and top before you started to search for your underwear. To your dismay, they were completely torn. 

“I’ll get you some new ones, some nicer ones, yeah?”

You nodded, though you weren’t sure why. Feeling his gaze, you pushed your skirt down next. Looking down, you realize his remnants were sliding down your thighs. You just shut your legs tighter. A hand on your back made you glance up at him. His eyes were still dark, but there was more satisfaction than before. 

“We’re done for today, but before you leave, uh, Eleanor needs to see you.” 

He stood, and you looked away as he started to zip up his pants and fasten his belt again. 

“Th-That’s it?”

“Until tomorrow,” He said, his tone returned to business, as if the last few minutes were merely part of the workday.

You thought he was returning to his desk, but Rafe walked to your desk and collected your purse and computer. As you stood, your body ached, and you realized how disheveled you must look. Was your makeup smudged across your face? Did he bruise the back of your thighs? 

Rafe brought you your things, his hands finding your lower back, “Go home. Get some rest. And don’t forget about those pictures, yeah?”

You nodded although your mind was elsewhere. The next thing you knew, you were standing on the other side of the door, clutching your bag tightly to your chest. Your mind started to wonder what exactly had caused all this. Was he mad at you, or was that I an excuse to …ruin you. 

When you made it to Eleanor’s desk she asked you, “How was your first day?”

You nodded, trying to shake your expression into a smile, “I-It was … o-okay.”

There was no way she could have missed it in your eyes or in your appearance, but she continued, “I just need you to sign that NDA before you go. It’s completely standard procedure. It just assures that everything you see and hear is confidential. Protects the business.”

You took the papers from her and you tried to keep from shaking, “I can explain anything you need-”

“That’s okay,” You shook your head, knowing you just wanted to go home and hug your stuffed frog, “Thank you.”

You flipped through it quickly and signed your name where she indicated, “There’s one more thing. Are you on birth control?”

You stared, knowing the implication of the words. Why didn’t she warn you before you agreed to this?

You shook your head.

“You’ll need a Plan B. Should I pick it up for you, or would you prefer to do it yourself?”

Of course, you’d had friends who’d bought it before but the idea of going by yourself right now made you want to be sick. And you couldn’t tell your friends … at least not yet, “Could you … g-get it?”

“Of course, I’ll have it tomorrow,” She nodded and offered you a polite smile, “Do you need any help getting to the parking deck?”

You shook your head quickly, “I www-walked, thank you.”

As you made your way to the elevator, you wondered how your day spiraled so entirely out of your control.

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[inkdrinkerworld]

If you’re writing for James 👉🏻👈🏻 a touchy james potter who gets too excited whenever you’re around and always has you on his lap, arm around your waist, linking arms while sitting next to each other in class, and cherry on top, learned how to braid so he can play with your hair more.

Sirius and Remus are over, sitting in your living room with James off to one side.

They’ve all been leaning over a puzzle for the longest time- Remus in actual curiosity, James in interest and Sirius just to humor Remus should the man decide to withdraw bedtime kisses from him.

You’d been in the shower, washing away the day and by the time you came back you were dressed in one of James’ hoodies and a pair of shorts.

“Jamie,” you sing his name as you practically skip into the living room. You’ve your hair oils and combs in hand as you stop in front of him.

“Lovie,” he pats his lap, moving just a little away from his friends to look at you. “What do you need?” His eyes soften as he notices your attire, his hands grab onto your waist. Fingers a little rough but still gentle as he squeezes the fat of your skin there.

You grin, digging your toe into the tile. James gets this look in his eyes when he watches you, this lovelorn, terribly lovestuck look in his eyes and you never know what to do with it.

“Wanna braid my hair for me?” James adores that you still shy under his gaze, he loves it even more when you giggle and squeal when he says yes and sits you down between his legs.

“Aw, look at them, Moony.” Sirius coos as he turns to you both, catching James scratching the base of your neck before picking up the comb.

“They’re cute Siri, Jamie’s in love.” James makes zigzag parts- having learnt that straight ones are too harsh the next day.

“We can hear you,” you remind them and Sirius barks a laugh, his eyes glued on his friend who pays them no mind as he oils your hair and then picks up three strands.

“No doll, you can. James only hears words that leave your lips.”

[jumexju]

TEFUTEFU

Pairing !! : Uchiha Madara / Fem Reader

Fic Type !! : One-shot / Fluff / slice of life / Drabble

CW !! : none !

Summary !! : You ask him if you can braid his hair.

Note !! : It came to me in a dream /hj

✦ MASTERLIST

If you were to ask anyone what the most memorable feature that Madara possessed, most would surely say his Sharingan. And you couldn’t exactly argue, it was the genetic trait passed down to all Uchiha so of course, they were all bound to have it — But that didn’t make it something unique to Madara. Some people would say maybe his strength, they could call it godly and unmatched ! — If it wasn’t for Hashirama, who was the only shinobi who could ever match Madara in strength. People could state all the features they would deem memorable about your lover — but they often forgot about his long and spikey black hair. Over time, as you grew fond of Madara, one thing that had always stood out to you about him was his hair. 

You loved the feeling of it slipping through your fingers whenever he allowed you to comb through it and the way he leaned into your touch whenever you lightly scratched his scalp as you played with it. Madara was many things, but only you were allowed to see his soft side. Which is why you now sat behind him in bed, brush in hand as you combed through all the knots and tangles that had appeared in his hair. 

“Your hair’s really long..” your tone was doused in quiet fascination. 

“Stating the obvious, as-” 

“Can I braid it?” A wide smile spread across your lips as you imagined it. 

“What.” Madara looked back at you, shooting you an incredulous look. As if it was an outlandish thought to want to braid his hair. 

“Pleaseeeee??” you dragged the word out, pouting at him to convince him to allow it. 

He turned away from you, “Your pouting will not have any affect on me, woman.” He sighed, smirking to himself as he thought about how you’d still try to convince him. You were relentless when you wanted something — he knew that all too well.

“Pretty please with a cherry on top?” You rested your chin on his shoulder, making your presence unavoidable as you pleaded with him in the hopes that he’d say ‘yes’ to your request. 

“No.” 

Your face fell, shooting him an unamused look before taking your chin off his shoulder and going back to brushing through his hair, “You’re cruel.” 

“You’ve finally realized,” He chuckled at your statement as he let you brush through his hair. 

“-and insufferable.” you added. 

“Tell me something I don’t already know,” He rolled his eyes, ever the sassy man, before smiling to himself. You could do nothing but stare daggers at the back of his head, still brushing his hair. You were at his ends now, almost done with it, when he glanced at your face through the mirror. You were pouting still, clearly dejected at the fact that he didn’t let you braid his hair. Before you could finish brushing through it, he turned around, staring at you blankly as you looked up at him with gloominess still in your eyes. 

“Oh don’t look at me like that,” 

“Turn around so I can finish brushing your hair,” You crossed your arms at the man, ignoring his attempts to ‘cheer’ you up. 

“I’ll let you braid my hair-” 

Your face lit up at his words, a smile blooming on your lips like a flower in spring. 

“-If you stop giving me that depressed stare.” he finished, feeling his stomach flutter at the sight of your bright smile. 

“Okay! Now turn around,” You commanded, happy tone in your voice and eager to finish brushing his hair so you could braid it. 

He scoffed at how your emotions went from depressed to beaming in a split second. “Foolish woman..” he murmured to himself. 

“Yeah but you love me though,” you teased him as you separated his hair into three parts and began to cross them to make the braid. 

“Unfortunately,” He sighed in defeat. In the end, he really couldn’t bring himself to say no to you. Maybe Hashirama could match him in strength, 

but only you could bring him to his knees. 

[hearts4chriss]

Teachers pet.

CollegeProfessor!Matt x CollegeStudent! black fem!

Prompt: in which you have a crush on ur teacher, yet he has a thing for you no matter how wrong it was, and he notices your little movements in class to get his attention, one day it pushes him over the edge and he teaches you a lesson for it, not with a bad grade

“I know I’m young but, my mind is well beyond my years”. - teachers pet by Melanie Martinez

Contains: teasing, loads of suggestive touching, neck sucking, spanking, desk sex!, backshots, m!oral receiving, degrading, dumification, f!oral receiving, mentions of Matt having a huge cock, overstimulation, pet names, HELLA dirty talk, choking, hair pulling, kissing, mentions of reader w fat ass, fantazing like this. HEAVYYY AFTERCARE

a/n: this one’s dirty as hell😭😭

Fuck.

I was in class sitting next to one of my friends trying my very hardest to focus on this lecture of business and finance 2, my teacher Matthew Sturniolo.

He made basically impossible, the all black pants with his sleeves rolled up and top buttons undone. And fuck those tattoos.

The way Matt’s rings would sit on his fingers, I’d desire for them to be on me and inside me.

He was undeniably attractive, and he knows that he is, he’s well aware of the affect he has on me, the same smirk he’d give me as he glanced around the class making sure we payed attention, whenever I was working and he’d whisper “you need any help, sweetheart?” His hot breath on my ear making my thighs close together.

Today was one of those days, I wanted to mess with him as I was well aware of what I could potentially make the 25 year old man feel.

I was in my dorm room with my roommate Anna @worldlxvlys as we were getting ready to head out to class.

I buttoned up my short sleeve white shirt with the red and navy plaid skirt just barely covering my ass as the thin pink material hugged my curves.

I slipped on my thigh length white socks with these stupid dress shoes putting my boho braids in a high ponytail.

I applied my lip gloss and soon enough I was ready to go just waiting for Anna.

“Girl let’s goooo”. I chuckled ushering her to the door and she rolled her eyes following suit.

“Let me guess you have Professor Sturniolo first period”. She nudged me playfully and I nodded

“Duh! That’s why I’m rushing you, so I can see that man”. I bite my finger mimicking a blowjob motion with my hands and she gasped slapping my shoulder as we walked up to the main hall.

Ur actually insane for that. She shook her head at me and I disagreed.

Soon after our chatters I made my way into my class.

The second she walked in I couldn’t help but let my eyes drift to her thighs, the way the thin white stockings cover her brown skin makes my pants tighten.

when she gave me that small smile, her lipgloss coating over her plump lips made me die to feel what they’d feel like on my cock.

When she turned to go to her desk, she bent down grabbing binder. Her skirt rose up making my cheeks turn a cherry shade as the thin pink material hugged the curves of her ass. I tried my hardest not to stare because she’s my student.

Of course she’s 8 minutes early.

I leaned back in my chair tilting my head back letting my mind wander.

oh fuck- you feel so good baby. I moaned as I thrusted deep inside her cunt, her legs shook against my desk as her nails clawed the front begging to cum for a 3rd time.

Please please- mm- let me cum I’ll be such a good girl I promise- she babbles as I lay a harsh smack on her ass and she jolts back against me.

should’ve thought about that before teasing me with that slutty skirt- I gripped her shoulder tightly thrusting harsher and quicker as he jaw dropped only producing whimpers and squeaks

I was stroking myself under the desk as low grunts flowed out my mouth just imagining this scenario.

She’s always do this shit on purpose. She never wore skirts this short unless I was teaching her that day.

Did she think I was clueless?

I’d been waiting for the right moment to bend her over and fuck the shit out of her, teach her her a lesson

The way she’d bite her lip at me as I was trying to teach, it all made sense she wanted to drive me crazy.

I threw my head back against my chair, completely forgetting she was in my class.

“Mr.Sturniolo are you- oh-“ my eyes widen when I turn around meeting him seeing his hand below the desk his cheeks turning a pink shade”

“Fuck just- shit I’m sorry sweetheart I can’t help myself around you-“ he mumbled groaning as his gaze met mine,- a wetness forming between my thighs.

“do you need my help?” I ask, realizing what I said I quickly turned my back and Matt let out a small laugh.

“I do actually, be a good girl for me and suck my cock yeah?” He smirks initiating for me to come over with 2 fingers and my throat tightens as I made my way to his desk.

I approach the side as he slides his chair out being met with his hand around his dick. Which was big.

hell the thickness of it was enough to make me squeeze my thighs together as well as the red tip along with the length. How was that supposed to fit in my mouth?

“What are you waiting for? Been dying to feel those lips on me all fucking semester”. Matt admits biting his bottom lip as I crawl on my hands and knees positing myself in front grabbing the base as he groans tilting his head back

I have his tip a few kitten licks making his hand gravitate towards my hair, the cool rings on my scalp before I started bobbing my head up and down.

“ah shit- feels so fucking good-“. He moaned watching me look so submissive below him, the sight of him alone in all black moaning my name turned me on so much more than It should’ve, and sucking him off was like a dream come true.

“Mmm fuck- ur such a good girl, helping ur professor out yeah?”. Matt shuddered pulling my braids slightly tighter and I nod as best I could before quickly resuming my actions, I had to make him cum in under 8 minutes.

“atta girl, keep going- gonna cum just watching you like this- sucking my cock like a little slut-“. His eyes flutter shut as I lick stripes up his dick, the veins on my tongue felt euphoric as well as hearing him sound like this just from me

“atta girl”, another thing he’d always call me, I wasn’t slow? No way he didn’t have maybe..have a thing for me. His student.

there was absolutely no doubt that I was a teachers pet. There was no other teacher I’d do this for, I’m not even failing his class I have an A-.

I felt him twitch in my throat, occasionally thrusting his hips tugging my hair.

“can i- fuck- fill ur pretty mouth up sweetheart?”. Matt pleads, almost as if the way he’s asking he wants to cum in my throat.

I tapped his thigh signaling he could and with that he came down my throat as I swallowed licking the excess from his dick.

“Was that okay Mr-“ I start off, slightly nervous because all I wanted was to make him feel good resulting in him laughing slightly.

“More than okay, you can call me Matt when I’m not teaching”. He gives me that signature sly smile that drives me up a wall helping me up as he fixed his pants and I began walking back to my seat.

As I watched her walk back, realizing how unbelievably sexy she looked in the skirt, a question filled my mind, biting lip watching her walk away.

“are you gonna behave today?” I said putting my belt back on, smirking slightly to see if she knew what I was talking about.

“What? I always behave”. I sit at my desk tilting my head to the side acting like a clueless puppy and he walks up placing his ringed hands on my desk staring down at me.

“If you consider wearing a skirt that short purposely bending over in front of me and giving me fuck me eyes, is behaving, I think your wrong honey”. He chuckles and my eyes widen as I bite my tongue. That’s was everything I was doing.

“So, if you don’t behave in class today, I might have to teach you a lesson sweetheart, you wouldn’t want that would you?”. His eyes pouring in my soul were captivating, almost immediately when those words left his lips I crossed my legs.

He tapped my shoulder going back to his desk and everyone started filing in the class and I let out a deep breath.

Nia @nicksmainbitch sat next to me and Scoots closer to me.

“Girl what’s tea, what happened?” She sat next to me and I side eyed Matt then opening my mouth showing her my throat and she gasped.

“NO F-“ she yelled before I shushed her seeing how he looked in my direction giving me a small wink making my stomach flutter.

“Ooo y’all nasty, I knew he liked you! Since the first fucking day, he’s been eyefucking you”. Nia whispered the last bit to me and tilted my head.

“Wait wait, how do you know? Tell me!”. I poke her teasingly and she laughs.

“Okay sooo….

August 31st Los Angeles California,

University of Southern California

somehow me and Nia applied for the same school and both got in and majored together in business so here we were roommates and in the same class.

I was pretty focused on my studies, hell I even got offered to Harvard and other ivy leagues guy USC seemed about right for me.

I walked into class immediately meeting eyes with my professor. Matthew Sturniolo.

the following week

I walked in class sitting next to y/n, the one thing I saw this past week was how he looked at her, the way he’d always make sure she was okay, the way he’d constantly pass her desk giving her a smile. No way he didn’t like her….

FASTFORWARD SECOND SEMESTER PRESENT

“Anddd yeah that’s basically what I noticed just within the first week”. She started before Matt let out an obnoxious cough.

“Do I need to separate you two?”. He said leaning on his desk speaking in his normal voice.

I bit my lip making eye contact with him watching his eyes widen.

“No Mr.Sturniolo I’ll stop talking”. I say slowly and nia taps my thigh and I let out a soft giggle looking up seeing Matt’s jaw clench I quickly remembered my punishment Id receive, but was that gonna stop me? Fuck no.

The majority of class consisted of me teasing him, purposely fixing my button down so my tits we’re practically falling out, dropping my pencil so I’d have to bend down, my ass poking out in front of him.

All of this justtt to push him over the edge.

If only I knew what I was in for.

Just as I was about to leave the class being I was the last one he pulled my arm closing the door and locking it.

“Where do you think you’re going?”. Matt tilts his head backing me against the wall the heat between my legs growing.

“You think I couldn’t see what you were doing sweetheart?”. His finger on my chin my eyes meeting his feeling my panties dampen.

“You have no idea what I’m about to do to you…” he smirks gripping my thighs wrapping them around his waist slamming me on his desk making me gasp when his lips come in contact with my neck.

“Matt..”. I sigh deeply tilting my head back as he continues sucking harshly on the soft skin closing my thighs.

Matt let’s put a chuckle as he marked me up, his stubble burning into my skin, the desire in my body growing the more he touched me. Wondering what he would do to me.

“Take this off for me”. He tugs on my shirt and I nodded un doing the buttons, watching how his breath would hitch, revealing my pink lacy bra matching with the panties I had on.

“God- you look so sexy in this”. Matt mumbles his hands groping my tits making me let out a soft moan as he pulled away and I whined before he slapped my thigh and I gasped watching him go down on his knees.

My heart beat picked up as he slid my skirt off and panties revealing my bare pussy directly in his face.

“Ur so fucking wet, did i do this to you sweetheart?” He smirks running two fingers through my folds making me whimper and my lips part slightly.

“I suggest you open that pretty mouth and answer me, because I have all day to fuck the attitude outta you”. He speaks somehow still dominate as he’s on his knees and my stomach flips at his filthy words.

“Yes- you did- it was you” I squirm impatiently and he chuckles.

“that’s more like it”. Matt said lowly before looking me in the eyes licking a stripe up my wetness making me moan out softly squeezing my eyes shut

“such a pretty pussy, can’t wait to see the mess you make”. His hot breath on my core sends vibrations through me as his lips attach make an obnoxious suction noise making me squeal and tug on his hair.

“O-oh god-“ my breathing picks up as I begin to moan without a pause as Matt’s tongue flicks at an inhumane pace, his nose grazing my bud and his stubble against my thighs.

His hands grip my thighs pulling me more onto his face and I shriek gripping Matt’s hair tighter only fueling his ego and desire to go quicker

I was in such a euphoric state, hearing his mouth mix with my wetness, I had lost it when he shook his head in my pussy, he was good

“fuck- oh my god-“. I shudder my chest heaving as I watch him feeling my eyes blur at the pace of Matt’s tongue, not wasting a second or a drop of my arousal as he became pussydrunk off of me.

“Mmm you taste so good..”. Matt’s warm breath against my dripping cunt leaving small kisses making me squeal from the pleasure, not removing his head from between my thighs once.

The sound of her moaning my name above me as I held onto her thighs keeping her upright. She tasted so good almost as if I was meant to do this to her. The way she would squirm in my grasp every time my nose brushed against her clit which was often because I couldn’t get enough of her. Her pussy was perfect and every wrong thought of the student-teacher was completely gone.

I’ve been waiting for this moment for months. My own fucking student whose thighs I was now buried in between.

“shit Matt-“. My eyes flutter shut letting him take over my body my hips occasionally shooting up before Matt pulls them back down holding me in place.

“yes- oh shittt im s-so close”. I moan loudly pulling on his hair tightly feeling my the pit in my stomach become hotter.

“yeah? I want all on my tongue baby, give it to me”. He speaks quickly before resuming thrusting his tongue in and out of me.

“Fuck! I’m c-cumming”. I squeal feeling my body loose control as I squirted all on his tongue and around his mouth as it dripped down his chin.

He laps up every last drop making sure not to waste any.

“Tired already?” He chuckles standing up beginning to unbuckle his belt again and that grabs my attention.

“Wait-what are you doing?” I gasp watching his pants drop followed by his boxers, his hard cock with that similar red tip from earlier, spring out hitting his stomach.

“Oh sweetheart you didn’t think I would keep you back and not fuck you?”. Matt smirks bending me over the desk, his hand holding my head sideways as I shriek and the sudden contact of the cool glass of his desk.

I feel his cool rings come in contact harshly with my ass leaving a stinging feeling along the soft skin.

“Just couldn’t behave today could you, hm?”. He taunts repeating the same action making me jolt, pushing against his cock.

“No? Looks like I’ll have to fuck some sense into you yeah?” Matt smacks my ass again slightly harder me squeal.

“Probably like this don’t you, getting treated like a whore by ur professor. Doesn’t it turn you on?” He grabs my neck making my throat tighten and i whimper at his words.

“That’s not a response sweetheart”. Matt shook his head chuckling whilst keeping that firm grip on my neck.

“I-f-fuck it turns me on-“. I choke out and he releases his grip to run his tip in between my folds, the sticky sound from my previous orgasm and his pre cum mixing caused him to groan out of pleasure.

“Fuck, can’t wait to fuck ur pussy loose”. Matt mumbles before sliding into me halfway and my legs already feel weak, the stretch of him was indescribable.

“I’m only halfway pretty girl, you gotta take all of me I know you can”. He presses a soft kiss to my back before pushing all the way bottoming out.

“matt-fuck p-please-“. I stutter on my words as he’s practically balls deep inside me.

“Please what? Use ur words baby”. He massages my hip.

“Fuck me”. I turn back to look at him, my bottom lip tucked between my teeth was more than enough for him to start moving, not letting me adjust to his large size.

Matt didn’t start off slow, he went right to hard rough thrusts causing his hips to connect with my ass roughly making all sorts of noises come out, hardly any words were formable.

“God you feel so good..been waiting for this”. Matt lets out a deep moan as his hands hold my hips forcing me to take all of him, his tip brushing my g spot making my legs shake and I scream each time.

“Mmph f-fuck..”. I cry out, babbling as he fucks me senseless becoming drunk on his cock.

“Can’t even get a word out? God ur such a slut”. His hands dig into my ass making me squeal gripping the edge of the desk.

Matt’s pace was like he didn’t plan on stopping, he wanted me to feel every thick inch of him, and that this was something I’d never forget.

“Can’t wait to see you full of my cum, gonna fill you up so good”. He grunts gripping my shoulder to snap his hips quicker and my jaw hangs open the only thing coming from are squeals, heavy breaths and moans of his name.

“shit shit- feels s-so good”. I squeak out just above a whisper, the way he was fucking me there was no way I’d be able to walk the next day.

Matt’s deep grunts and moans made my pussy clench around him, fuck I could probably cum in the next minute.

“Fuckk- I love this pussy so fuckin much-“. Matt shudders at the feeling of my walls closing in on his large cock, the pace and pleasure were enough to make me feel like this.

“Please please”. I babble out like a helpless puppy and he chuckles slowing his thrusts and I whine.

“Fuck-no please Matt I-i need to cum”. I whine impatiently and he slaps my ass and I jolt back again feeling the head of his dick abuse my g spot

“you sure? Didn’t seem that way in class”. He chuckles his pace more slow and deep still knocking the wind out of my lunges.

“No! I’m sorry i-I’ll be a good girl I promise just please let cum”. I beg and he rubs my side gently.

I let out a deep sigh to myself, I mean how awful would I be if I didn’t let my favourite student have an orgasm.

“Mm much better”. He mumbles resuming his pace and my head falls forward my stomach tightening again as I feel that knot begin to burst.

“Oh fuck! Yes yes I-I’m cumming-“. I squirm feeling a hot liquid trickle down his cock but yet, he doesn’t stop pounding inside me and I reach back to push his hand away but he grabs both of them placing them behind me.

“M-Matt too much I-I’m sensitive!”. I cry out and he shakes his head with a cocky grin slapping my ass harder than normal.

“Should’ve thought about that before misbehaving huh sweetheart”. Matt mocked me thrusts harshly as my cum coated his cock making a mess on his lower stomach and my ass.

Matt continued his harsh movements as I felt his dick twitch inside me.

“fuck I’m gonna cum inside you yeah? Fill you up with my mmph babies”. He groans not letting up on his pace as I already feel an orgasm approaching me again.

Tears roll down my face from overstimulation as I’m about to cum for a 3rd time today.

“O-oh god Matt-please cum inside me-“. I babble on my words feeling a bit of drool on the corner of my mouth begging him to fill me up with his cum.

“atta girl, cum for me sweetheart, I know you got one more in you”. He pants reaching down to rub my clit, feeling his fingers graze my overstimulated bud and I squeal at the pressure of his fingers.

“f-fuck!”. I scream curling my toes as I felt like I was going to pee but i began squirting all over his cock and lower stomach, Matt thrusted slowly before filling me full of his warm thick liquid.

Matt rested his head on my shoulder stuffing me full of his cum and catching our breath.

He slowly slid out of me. I winced at the loss of him, being he was quite large.

“Fuck-you look so hot like this”. Matt bit his lower lip, his voice raspy and tired as he looked at my abused hole, full of his and my cum leaking out dropping on the floor.

Matt noticed I hadn’t said a word, and my legs shook slightly from the pleasure and whimpers and pants left my mouth as I look like a rag doll, sheen layer of sweat covered my body.

“hey, baby you okay?”. Matt rubbed my shoulder waging for an answer.

“Yeah just- really tired”. I pant and he grabs my waist sitting me on his lap.

“I know, I wore ur ass out didn’t I”. He lets out a breathy chuckle and I slap his chest rolling my eyes.

1 month later

Ever since me and my teacher Matthew sturniolo had sex, we never stopped.

Literally never stopped.

“come on hurry up I have 10 minutes!” He pulls me into his office quickly beginning to unbuckle his belt

and the time after that…

“fuck fuck fuck!”. I threw my head back as he gripped my ass tightly rocking me on his cock as I rode him in his chair

“God you feel so fucking good on top of me sweetheart..”. Matt mumbles into my neck slapping my ass, his cool rings felt electric on my body

Shit I even started sleeping at his house on the weekends.

“morning gorgeous”. Matt yawns pulling me into his grasp again and I giggle pulling him into a kiss.

I was sleeping with, My professor, Mr. Sturniolo,

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[bridgettesheaven]

99% angel a. skywalker x reader

synopsis: just you being naughty around your Jedi master <3

He knew it was completely wrong, but he couldn't help it. You were his student, and he wasn't sure if that made him even more desirable. Guilt gnawed at him every time he imagined you inappropriately, every time he saw you and only thought about how to fuck you.

But you didn't let him have it so easy either. You. With your braided hair, your angel face, those doe eyes you gave him, your plump lips that you painted a strong red even though it was forbidden, your cherry scent. It drove him crazy, he wanted to leave your face smeared with lipstick because of how desperate and messy he would kiss you.

And even though he loved everything about you, there was only one thing he hated. And that was the gum you had to chew every damn day. He hated the way it sounded when you had it between your precious teeth, maybe it was just his jealousy.

Today was one of those days. It was late at night and Anakin was stressed out finishing up some paperwork the Council had requested of him. Just then you walked into the room, chewing on one of those damn things.

"Tell me, Master, do you always work alone so late?" you came up behind him, your cherry scent making him unbalanced, you always used that flirtatious tone with him, but he didn't know if they were his ideas or he was right. Anyway, he ignored your question and with an irritated tone said, "Why are you always chewing on those things? It's annoying. Give it to me."

He reached out his hand to you, but you only gave him one of those beautiful mischievous smiles he loved so much and he couldn't help but feel his pants tighten uncomfortably. "Sorry, Master." and pulling the gum out of your mouth, you stuck it directly on one of the notebooks on top of the desk. You laughed like an angel and hurried out of the room, leaving a hard-dicked Anakin completely idiotic, not knowing what to do. He could only smile like a teenager in love and completely captivated by your girlish antics.

[wintfleur]

Rutger asks Stella to go to the hockey formal with him even though they are together, but no one knows yet. She goes and all the hockey guys are confused because she said she couldn’t come but now she’s there

౨ৎ we’re just really good friends!

── ୨୧ 𝓹airing : Estella Hughes (oc) x Rutger McGroarty

˖ ་ details ( g; fluff, humor?, suggestive ; lots of kissing. wc; 5,858 )

˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( I can’t believe this is the longest fic I’ve written for this au omggg, this honestly has taken me way to long to finish so i apologize to the sweet anon who sent this to me!! I hope you guys enjoy it mwah 💗 )

au masterlist — you can find asks under #💌stellahughes!

°. — asks about stella and rut are under #⋆ ˚｡⋆୨🩷୧˚ stella & rut!

“At this rate you should just write the paper for me” Mark groaned as he dramatically dropped his face in the book he has been reading for the past hour, his hat comically falling off his head when the brim hits against the dark brown wood table. Stella looks up from her sketchbook and pauses the sketching she had for homework, rolling her eyes at her friend's dramatics before responding teasingly “How much are you gonna pay me?” 

“Wait really? ⸺ what's your price?” Mark rushed out his question after he quickly snapped his head up to look at the smiling girl. Stella was surprised she didn’t hear the sound of his neck snapping from his quick movement. Mark rolled his eyes and turned his head to give the guy who shushed him a few tables away a fake smile before looking back at Stella, his eyes begging her to write the paper for him. 

“I was joking, now keep reading and be quiet before you get us kicked out . . . again” Stella trailed off to a whisper as she looked back on the memory of her freshman year. Alongside her best friends Lily and Carmen where holding a study group, her brother Luke and their friends Mark, Dylan and Adam decided to join them. It ended with one grumpy librarian and a non-stop giggling mark and Dylan. 

“We both know that it was duker’s fault not mine” Mark grumpily muttered as he loudly flipped to another page. Stella giggled and softly bit the cap of her pen before pulling out a pad of sticky notes from her book bag and writing down a few words on the light pink paper. She swiftly pulled the sticky note off the top and smacked it on one of the pages of his notebook. Stella gives mark a smile once he looked up from the book “Make sure to incorporate those words, it'll make you look smarter” 

“Awe well look, aren't you two just the cutest little nerds ever” Someone cooed from behind them, both Stella and Mark turning their heads to see who it was even though they already knew from the voice. Walking towards the circle table they were sitting at, was a grinning Ethan. Luca and Rutger trailing behind him. Mark laughed sarcastically before muttering under his breath “Dick” 

Stella giggled and greeted the three boys with a smile and a small hello, her eyes lingering on one longer than the others. The couple locked eyes and Rutgers' smile turned into a grin at the sight of his girlfriend, she looked so adorable with one of her knees pulled up to her chest in the chair, clad in gray sweatpants, a few sizes too big brown sweater and her ugg slippers. Her hair in her braid pigtails, tied off with her signature ribbon bows. 

It had been a few days since the couple had seen each other, both of them being busy with practices and Stella with extra studying. Ethan takes the seat on Mark's other side that Stella wasn't sitting on and before rutger could claim the empty seat next to his girlfriend, luca was already plopping down in the seat. Luca playfully tugged on one of Stella's pigtails before reaching for the Tupperware of cut up strawberries and cherries Stella brought for her and mark. 

“Yeah sure, feel free to help yourself” Stella smiled sarcastically as she watched him open the Tupperware and shove a few berries in his mouth. Rutger took the seat between ethan and luca, now almost sitting directly in front of stella. Rutger reluctantly tore his eyes away from Stella who was laughing with Luca, not wanting to be caught staring at her like a lovesick fool he knew he was. Rutger turned his attention to Ethan when he started talking. “So, what are we all doing on Friday? Maybe we could all go see a movie?” 

“I can't, I have my suit fitting for the formal” Mark sighs as he closes his books and shoves them into his backpack, knowing that himself and Stella won't get any more studying done with the presence of the three yappers. Ethan raises his eyebrows in shock and lets out a shocked laugh at his friend's confession “There’s no way you waited until the day before the formal to do that” 

“Speaking of the formal, are you going stella?” Luca asked the girl who started packing up her sketchbook, multiple books and pens into her book bag. Stella looked up from her bag and thought for a moment, last year she had gone with Luke as his plus one and had a great time. By the time Luke had taken her back to her dorm, her sides hurt from all the laughs she had, her feet hurt from all the dancing, and her stomach hurt from all the cake she had eaten with Adam and Ethan. 

She absentmindedly formed a small frown the more she thought about how much fun she had that night with her brother. But Luke wasn't here anymore, there was no point for her to go. Stella continued to pack her things, and shrugged her shoulders “No, why would I be going?” 

All the boy's frown at her strange tone, they all could see that she missed her brother. Rutgers frown was deeper, he really wanted her to go. He remembered seeing her at last year's formal, they were already friends, but he was still so nervous to go up and talk to her, especially with how pretty she looked in that green dress. Ethan raises his eyebrow in shock “You haven't been asked?” 

“And who's going to ask me hmm? You guys and my brother scared off the rest of the hockey team from even looking at me for too long” Stella questioned Ethan as she rested her elbow on the wood table and her chin on the palm of her hand. Besides I would have said no anyway, she wanted to add as she glanced at rutger who was already staring at her. 

“It’s not going to be the same without you there” Luca frowned as he looked at Stella, he had a lot of fun with her at the last formal and he was really looking forward to her coming again. Stella gave them a cheeky smile and shrugged her shoulders playfully “You’ll survive” 

“Listen ma, i'll give you all i got, get me off of this” The sound of stella’s favorite the weekend song ‘wicked games’ filled the silence of stella’s dorm, accompanied with the sound of lips moving lewdly against each other, and the shuffling of clothes and sheets.  Stella pulled away from his addicting lips and quickly attached her lips to his neck, sucking and kissing just enough to where it wouldn't leave marks that would come with questions. 

“Fuckk stell” he groaned in pleasure as he tilted his head back against the soft pillows, giving her even more room to litter kisses and love bites across his neck and collar bone. He tried to focus on the feeling of her lips on his hot skin and the feeling of her body against his, but all his mind could do was replay the conversation they had at the library yesterday. 

He didn't know why it was affecting him so much, the fact that she wasn't going to be going to the formal ⸺ Okay maybe he did know why it was affecting him so much. He had to go, and he didn't want to go alone . . . he wanted to go with his girlfriend. His Girlfriend that no one knows about. Maybe the fact that their secret was holding them back from enjoying a night out with their friends is what was bothering him so much. 

“Wait wait wait” rutger panted out as he gripped her hips tighter, gently pulling away from her lips. Stella pulls away with a small look of confusion, resting her palm on the pillow next to his head, her brown locks cascading around them.

A pout comes across her swollen lips from all the kissing, when she sees the frown on his lips, the look in his eyes letting her know he was thinking hard about something “Hmm, everything okay?” 

“Were you serious about not wanting to go to the formal?” Rutger quickly blurted out as he sat back up on his elbows as he looked up at her. Stella sat up and rested her hands on his chest, her chest rising and falling fast as she tried to catch her breath, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion at the sudden question “What?” 

“The formal, do you really not want to go?” Rutger repeated his question with a frown, his hands falling to rest on her bare thighs, his thumbs absentmindedly fidgeting with the seam of her sleep shorts as he waited for her answer. The formal is a big deal, and he just really wanted to go with her, not with anyone else, not alone, but with her. 

“It's, it's not that i don't want to go, i just don't have anyone to go with and i can't exactly just go by my ⸺” 

“Go with me . . . please” Rutger cut off Stella's rant, his voice trailing off into a desperate whisper. His eyes were pleading for her to say yes. Stella froze for a moment, her shoulders sagging and the rubbing her thumbs were doing on his chest stopped as she took in his question. 

“Rut” stella whispered with a sigh as she moved to get off his lap, instead moving to sit by his side on the bed. Her hands fall in her lap as she tries to find the words and gather her thoughts. Going to the formal together was a lot . . . especially since they were very much a secret. She didn't want to disappoint him and say no, but she also wasn't ready for people to find out about them. 

Rutger could see the look on her face, she was getting lost in her thoughts, her nose doing that cute scrunch when she started to get overwhelmed. Rutger quickly sat up and moved closer to her, one of his hands moving some of her hair out of her face, while the other softly cupped her jaw to make her look at him as he whispered softly “I know we're not ready for everyone to find out about us, but we can go as just friends, no one will suspect a thing” 

Stella looked into her boyfriend's eyes and leaned against his hand that was softly holding her cheek, as she thought on his words. It wasn't a secret to anyone that Stella and rutger became closer, everyone just thought of them as good friends, so going to a formal together wouldn't be so bad right? Like he said, no one would suspect a thing, just them being good friends! 

Stella bit her lip anxiously before nodding faintly “Just as friends?” 

“Just as friends,” he promised with a smile and a reassuring nod. He would make sure to come up with some fake excuse for them going together, rutger couldn't get a date and he didn't want Stella to spend the night alone while all her friends were out having a great time . . . which is the truth, in a way. 

“You will have to keep your hands to yourself” Stella tried her best to sound stern as she poked his chest softly with her finger. Rutger chuckles and dramatically falls back on his back from the ‘strong’ poke. Stella giggles and rolls her eyes at her boyfriend's dramatics and moves to lay on her side, resting her head on her hand as she propped herself up on her elbow. 

She watched as his eyes widened and a smile came across his pretty lips as he let her words sink in. Rutger turned to lay on his side, mirroring her position. Rutger rested his free hand on her waist and pulled her closer as he asked, “Does that mean you will go?”

“I would love to be your date to the formal rut” stella smiled sweetly, her heart fluttering in happiness when he breaks out into a big grin. A small squeal of surprises leaves her lips when rutger quickly but carefully pulls her down against him and locks her lips in a hard kiss. A moan leaves her lips from the fierce kiss, her hands tangling in his hair while he holds onto her waist, with the new position she was now straddling one of his thighs. 

The kiss lasted for a few more moments, rutgers hands traveling her side while she softly tugged on the hair at his nape, a small grunt leaving his lips and stella took that as a chance to slowly pull away, rutger leaning up to connect their lips again but stella pulls away causing him to pout. Stella looks down at him with a serious look, worried that he wouldn't be able to keep his hands to himself at the formal “I’m serious, you have to be on your best behavior” 

Rutger smiles cheekily and flexes his knee that she was straddling, a small gasp leaving her lips at the feeling, his hold on her hips tightening as he pushes her down against him, his eyes filled with mischief “When am I not?” 

“Are you sure I look okay?” Stella asked for the fifth time as she looked at herself in her long mirror, turning around and tilting her head to look at her back. She was biting her lip anxiously as she stared at herself, she was overthinking everything. Her hair, her dress, her makeup, in her eyes nothing looked right. 

“Babe, if rutger doesn't rip that dress off of you by the end of the night, I will” Lily flirted, looking up from the magazine she was reading to look at stella. The three best friends were in Stella's dorm, Lily and Carmen helping her get ready for the formal. Lily laid on her stomach on the bed while Carmen was looking through Stella's earrings to pick the perfect pair to match with the perfect dress she was wearing.

“You don't have to be so crude lils” Carmen scolds Lily with a small shake of her head as she looks down at the many different earrings Stella had laid out. She decided on a pretty pair of silver dangling earrings, she grabbed them and walked over to Stella, handing them to her with a smile so she could try them on. 

“Shhh Stella loves when i talk dirty, right?” Lily teases as she locks eyes with the said girl through the mirror, giving her a dramatic wink. Camren rolled her eyes but couldn't help but smile at Lily's words and the way Stella looked as she put in the earrings, she looked beautiful. 

“Oh yeah it makes me all gooey inside” stella was quick to tease right back with a smile. The girls could hear the underline of nervousness in her voice as she looked at herself in the mirror, they could see it in her eyes that her mind was running a mile a minute. 

Carmen sighs, she hated seeing Stella so nervous and anxious, especially for something she should be excited about. She moved to stand behind her and softly rests her hand on the side of her arms before she rested her chin on stella’s shoulder, locking eyes with the nervous girl through the mirror as she spoke in a reassuring and sweet tone “You look beautiful Estella” 

“Isn't she lily?” Carmen asked as she tilted her head to look back at the blonde on the bed, Carmen's eyes telling her to help her calm Stella down. Stella turned around and faced lily so she could get a better look at her, her hands were anxiously smoothing down her dress at her sides. 

Lily started kicking her feet back and forth in the air before she let out a wolf whistle, closing the magazine she was reading and bringing it up to dramatically fan at herself as she looked stella up and down, slowly licking her lips as she purrs “Meow” 

Stella giggles at her best friends flirting, mumbling out a shy “shut up”. Lily laughs and gets off the bed, walking up to Stella who looked at her with anxious eyes. Lily gave her a reassuring smile and placed her hands on Stella's shoulder to turn around to face the mirror. 

Lily rests her chin on Stella's shoulder and squeezes her shoulders softly with a reassuring smile, while Carmen rests her chin on Stella's other shoulder. Lily speaks in a gentle and reassuring tone as she locks eyes with stella through the mirror “Tonight is going to be amazing stella, you and rutger are gonna have a blast. you have nothing to worry about” 

Carmen hums in agreement and brings her hand up to fix a few strands of Stella's hair, smiling at her side profile. Lily smirks as she continues to speak “besides all the boys are too stupid to realize something is going on between you and rutger”

Carmen and Stella break out into a fit of giggles at Lily's words, she wasn't exactly wrong. Lily smiled triumphantly when she felt Stella's tense shoulders relax as she calmed down from her nerves. The three girls' heads turn towards the door at the sound of a rhythmic knock. Carmen giggles happily as she says sweetly “Your prince charming is here” 

Stella lets out a heavy breath and turns around to give her best friends a grateful smile “thank you for helping me get ready . . . and helping me calm down” she trailed off into a mumble with a sheepish smile. 

Carmen grabbed Stella's phone and her small purse while Lily pulled her towards the door with a smile “It's no problem sweets, now you have a great time okay, have lots of fun and dance until your feet fall off!” 

Carmen hands Stella her purse and gives her a reassuring smile before giving her a look of worry as if she was Stella's mother “But not too much fun, okay? Be safe and call us if you need anything” Lily playfully rolled her eyes at carmen's words mumbling under her breath ‘okay mom’ 

Stella surged forward and closed her eyes as she gave her best friends a quick hug, she pulled away and gave them a small wave before turning around and opening the door to her door. Her eyes widened slightly at the sight of her boyfriend dressed so handsomely in a blue suit, a bouquet of tulips in his hand. 

Rutger looked up from his feet as he heard the door open, his jaw falling in awe as he took in the sight of stella. The dress she was wearing fit her perfectly, was it purple, blue, violet? He didn't know. But what he did know is that it's going to take everything in him to keep his hands to himself tonight. He let out a heavy breath as he looked at her in awe “Wow you look so, so fucking beautiful” 

“And you look handsome as ever” Stella gave him a flirtatious smile as she stepped towards him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and pulling him closer. The nerves she had felt were slowly disappearing the longer she was in her boyfriend's presence. Rutger smiled and wrapped his arms around her waist, carefully holding the flowers behind her back as he leaned down for a soft kiss. 

“How am I going to be able to keep my hands to myself tonight?” stella whispered once she pulled away from the kiss, a lovesick smile on both of their lips. Rutger was grateful that she couldn't feel his fast heartbeat through his suit. Rutger chuckled and placed a few kisses on her cheek before whispering seductively in her ear “I was just thinking the same thing” 

Stella giggled and softly pushed him away from her when she felt one of his hands slide down her back, getting awfully close to her ass. She gave him a warning look before taking the flowers he held out for her as he laughed. She brought the pretty tulips up to her nose, smelling them with a smile. She looked back at rut who was looking at her so fondly, she whispered “You’re perfect rut” 

“Nah, that role is already taken by you” Rutger flirted making stella giggle and playfully roll her eyes, she pulled away from him and handed her flowers to a smiling carman who had a smirking lily behind her. “Please keep lily’s plant killing paws off of these” 

“I will, have fun you two” Carmen gave them both a sweet smile as she took the flowers while lily playfully rolled her eyes and made her way back to Stella's bed. The couple said one more goodbye before they made their way out of the dorms and towards Rutgers truck. Holding hands the whole drive, knowing that they would have to pretend to be just friends once they leave the truck. 

 

“Is that stella? . . . with rutger?” Dylan asked his younger brother in slight confusion and shock, not expecting to see them here, together. Dylan had reached out to her the other day to see if she was coming and she had told him no. Dylan looked to his brother tyler who was much closer to stella then he was, tyler just shrugs and takes a sip of his drink before answering “i mean they have gotten closer, they probably just came as friends” 

Dylan nods and lets out a small hum, not thinking anymore of it. But he was definitely not the only one who was confused about the pair. Ethan and Mark who were standing next to the drink table, their eyes widened in slight shock as they noticed them walk in together. While Luca who was standing next to them was trying to hide his smirk by taking a sip of his drink. 

“Ready to dance the night away pal?” Rutger leaned down to whisper in her ear, a teasing smile gracing his lips when he said ‘pal’. Stella rolled her eyes playfully and gently hit him in his side with her elbow as they walked further into the large room. “you're forgetting the part where we eat a ton of cake too buddy” 

“Oh, how dare i?”  rut chuckled dramatically as he placed a hand over his heart after he winced dramatically when she nudged him in the ribs. Rutger had to stop himself from leaning down to kiss her when she looked at him with that sweet smile of hers. Rutger cleared his throat and blinked a few times, leading her towards the dance floor as he spoke “Come on we should get started before we get questioned to death” 

“So do I need to be worried – give him my big brother speech?” Mark questioned the youngest Hughes as they refilled their glasses. Stella giggled and placed the ladle back in the punch bowl, turning her body to the side to face mark as he got another soda “He invited me as friends mark, no big brother speech is needed” 

Ethan looked at her with slight suspicion in his eyes, not believing her words. He’s had suspicions that somethings been going on between the two of them for a long time, it was obvious to Ethan that rutger had a crush on her. Ethan glanced behind him and towards one of the tables he saw rutger last and Ethan had to hide his smirk in his cup when he caught rutger staring at stella. 

“Damn i'm a little disappointed, i was thinking of a really good speech too, intimidating and everything” mark pouted dramatically as he led the other too over to their table, pulling stella’s chair out for her before sitting down. Stella set her glass on the table as she sat down, pushing her hair back off her shoulders and giving mark a small smirk “please, you're as intimidating as a fly” 

“Your deflecting” Ethan narrowed his eyes at her, sitting down next to mark. Stella looked away from mark and to ethan, holding her glass tighter as she gave him a teasing smile “And you both have been drinking too much of that spiked punch” 

“Seriously, me and rut came here just as friends” stella gave them both a smile. She technically wasn't lying; they only came as friends – well they came pretending to be just friends. She tried to justify her lie internally but nothing could make her feel better for lying. 

“Anyways, what about you mark? No lily?” stella was quick to change the topic, giving Mark a small smile. Ethan stifled his laugh by taking a sip of his drink, already knowing what happened from when mark ranted to him. Mark frowned and answered with a sad sigh “She threatened to kill me if i asked, apparently tonight is survivor sooo” 

Stella is stunned for a moment at Mark's response, biting her lip to hold in the giggle she wanted to let out as she thought of lily. Stella didn't even know where to begin on her thoughts of Mark and lily. Stella cleared her throat and gave a pouting mark a smile “she uh, she really loves survivor” 

“Yeah, it's a good show…” Ethan nodded, also trying to hold in his laughter, but as soon as he looked up from his glass and made eye contact with Stella, they both broke out into a fit of giggles. Mark rolls his eyes and crosses his arms over his chest as he looks between them with an offended look “why are you brushing over the fact that she's said she'd kill me?” 

“I'm pretty sure that's her dirty talk” Stella said between her giggles, Mark rolled his eyes and nudged Ethan hard in the ribs when he started to laugh louder at his expense. Rutger, who just finished talking to a few friends of his coach, walked up to the table, only hearing the last bit of their conversation. Rutger stood behind Stella's chair, resting his hands on the chair, his fingers brushing against her skin and leaving goosebumps “Dirty talk? what are you freaks talking about?” 

“You don't wanna know b-” Stella had to bite her lip before she accidentally called him baby at the end. Thankfully ethan and mark didn't notice her almost slip up, but rutger did. Rutger smiled and secretly dipped his finger under the strap of her dress, caressing the skin. Stella blushed at the feeling of his touch and tilted her head to the side when she felt him bend down a little, rutger smiled, his eyes raking over her face before asking “wanna dance?” 

“I thought you would never ask” stella teased as she placed her hand in his that he held out to help her stand up from the chair. She squeezed his hand as she got up, following after him. Mark grabbed her glass and brought it close to him when she left. 

“Am I drunk or are they in love?” Mark asked as he tilted his head, watching as rutger rested his hand on Stella's lower back and led her towards the packed dance floor. Ethan bounced his leg, his eyes not leaving the two, watching as Rutger spinned her around before pulling her close. Ethan answered mark with a knowing tone “you're definitely something” 

“I'm really happy that you asked me to come, I've had a great time,” Stella said softly as she closed her eyes. The couple were somewhere on the dancefloor, swaying slowly to the slow song that was playing. Rutger had his hands on her hips while she had her arms around his shoulders, resting her head on his shoulder. 

“Me too pretty girl” he whispered in her ear with a smile, softly caressing her hips. They weren't exactly out of view from their friends, but just enough that they couldn't see the small touches. Stella smiled and she absentmindedly played with the hair at his nape as they slowly swayed to the song, she could feel his heartbeat through his suit, and she swore to herself that she's never felt that much peace and comfort before. 

Stella opened her eyes and tilted her to look up at rutger, a smile immediately forming on their lips as they locked eyes. Stella dipped her fingers under the collar of his suit, batting her eyelashes as she whispered, “want to help me find the bathroom?” 

Rutger smirked and shook his head softly, seeing right through her innocent question and smile. Rutger looked around them quickly before gripping her hips harder and pulling her closer, giving stella his own fake innocent smile “i know the perfect way” 

“I'll follow you” Stella flirted, holding back the urge to hold his hand as he led them away from the dance floor and out of the function room. But once they were alone, Rutger was quick to lock their fingers and pull her into his side, missing the feeling of her against him. Stella giggled at how eagerly Rutger pulled her into the storage closet. 

“rut if we get caught” stella trailed off in a whisper as she looked up at her boyfriend, her tone had worry in it but her eyes were filled with mischief. Rutger softly pressed her against the door, his knee between her thighs. “don't worry pretty” rutger whispered back before he turned his head to look around the small dimly lit storage room as he continued with a smile “I don't think they are gonna need Christmas decorations any time soon” 

Stella giggled at his sassiness and softly cupped his jaw to make him look back at her, attaching their lips in a feverish kiss before he could say anything else. A small grunt of surprise leaves his lips, but it was swallowed up as the kiss got more heated. Stella’s head was gently pressed against the door, his hands traveling up and down her sides while her hands got lost under his blazer. 

The kiss they shared was filled with passion and their touches were eager, as if they had been starved of each other for weeks but it truly has only been a couple hours. Keeping their hands to themselves was a lot harder than they thought it would be, the two of them almost slipping up in front of their friends many times throughout the night. 

Rutger tilted his head, leaving a trail of wet kisses down her jaw and neck and once he found that sweet spot on her neck, soft whimpers and gasps left Stella's parted lips. Rutger hummed in appreciation at the pretty sounds leaving his girl's lips. He moved his right hand up to slowly pull down the thin strap of her dress, kissing down her shoulder. Stella giggled at the ticklish feeling of her boyfriend's soft lips and touch. He smiled and whispered against her skin “feel good?” 

“You know it does” stella pouted as he continued to tease her with his soft kisses, only making her needier for more. The dimly lit storage room was starting to feel stuffy, and every second that passed made her want them to sneak away to her dorm room. She was pulled away from her thoughts at the feeling of her boyfriend softly nipping at her neck, making her his in surprise “Rut!” 

Rutger chuckled and before he could say some sassy remark Stella's phone that was in his blazer pocket started buzzing - someone was calling her. They both wanted to ignore it, but Stella knew she couldn't, what if it was important? Rutger sighed when he felt her slip her hands into his blazer to pull her phone out of his inner pocket. Her eyes widening slightly when she saw that it was Luke who was calling her, rutger dramatically wincing when he saw as well, making her roll her eyes and playfully slap his chest before she answered. 

“Hello?” stella answered as she held her phone up, putting it on speaker and turning down the volume so Rutger could hear. They can hear the sound of someone moving around before they hear Luke’s voice “uh heyyy sis, what are you up too?” 

Stella looks away from her phone and to Rutger, both of them giving each other a ‘really’ look. They could tell just by his tone that he was up to something, that he didn't just call her to ask what she's doing. Stella rolled her eyes as she finally realized the point of him calling. “Who told you?” 

They heard luke let out a sigh of being caught and they could picture him roll his eyes before he answered quickly “that's not important, what's important is that you –” 

“Luke, rutger invited me because he knew how much fun i had at the one last year and he didn't want me to be alone” stella was quick to cut off her older brother, knowing that he was about to go on a rant, and it was just better overall if she just spit it out. Well spit out the half-truth that is. A bitter taste was in her mouth for lying to her brother, a small frown on her lips. Rutger noticed her disdain and placed a soft kiss on her forehead, squeezing her hips reassuringly. 

“Okay…hmm that's oddly very sweet of him” luke muttered and Rutger playfully rolled his eyes in offense at his close friend's words. Luke let out another heavy sigh before saying “well i guess I'll let you get back to it, uh have fun– but not too much” 

“Okay i will, love you” stella hummed with a smile and luke was quick to reply before hanging up “Love ya too” 

“Hmm there is a rat amongst us” rutger hummed as he slipped her phone back into his pocket, there were a few moments of silence between them. “It was Dylan” they said in unison, before breaking out into a fit of quiet giggles, they were both on the same wavelength. Stella sighed before she leaned forward to place a quick and soft kiss to rut’s lips, but as she started to pull away rutger gently held her face in his hand and pulled her back. 

The gentle hold he had on her face was completely different from the passionate way his lips moved against hers. It was as if he was sucking the breath out of her, purposely distracting her mind from the lie she had to tell her brother. their lips and tongues moved in tandem, their hands exploring each other's bodies. 

stella moaned as rutger bit her lip as she slowly pulled away from the kiss, he chuckled at the dazed look on her face and whispered breathlessly with a mischievous look in his eyes “Come on, let's get out of here before people start suspecting things” 

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[yan-lorkai]

I’m not really used to requesting so here goes. Can I please request a platonic yandere hades Idia x kid reader who can see spirits? Where the reader just randomly approaches him when he is visiting the mortal plane (on his way to a mortal arcade. This man cannot live without his games Istg) and starts complimenting his hair and asking if he would be their friend, since all the other children avoided them, thinking they were weird because they always talked to their-self. Idia not comprehending how they could see him, stood there dumbstruck. The cherry on top, was when they mentioned they enjoyed video games and offered him a controller. Idia who never really had a real friend before, who was incredibly lonely, got to thinking. Of course, you don’t have to write it if you don’t want to. Thank you for your time ^^

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/n: stopppp, this is so cute 🥺💗💗. I love writing platonic stuff for Idia bcs my dude don't know how to act in these situations lololol

Idia doesn't know how to interact with children. Rather, he hadn't talked with many in his life - only dead ones, even then, they never stayed long enough for him to learn how to behave around them. He knew, because of his younger brother, that they were curious and talkative and sometimes throwed a tantrum for... Whatever reason.

Point is; as the God of Underworld, nobody is supposed to see him. Yet, as he wondered the living world, wearing nothing but his black as coal coat, there's you, sweet you, very much alive, very much capable of seeing him. And your mouth is moving, and your eyes are sparkling and he doesn't know how to navigate around this strange situation.

That was not supposed to happen.

Humans doesn't usually see him. There's this old saying that children and animals can see and interact with the supernatural, but this was a first for him. He always thought that this saying was just that: a saying. Apparently he was wrong.

Deeply wrong.

Breathe in, breathe out.

He is a God, he can't panic just because a kid is talking to him.

"- And then, that's what happened." You finished your story, voice trembling as you held onto his silky blue hair - he was half listening to what you were saying, something about how the other children wouldn't play with you just because you could see thing they didn't- which, he realized. You were not supposed to see him, either!

You seemed fascinated by his hair, twirling and braiding it between your little fingers as you looked at him with great expectation. "Will you be my friend, pretty please with a cherry on top?"

"L-look, listen, kid..." Your eyes were sparkling at his voice. For him, his voice was just normal, there was no reason for you to look so giddy. It was quite sad that you got happy just because someone was talking to you, he almost felt sad. "I have to go."

He nodded to himself mentally. He wasn't awkward at all. He didn't stuttered and he maintained eye contact. But... something he didn't predict happened; your eyes started to well up, and your lips were trembling.

"Oh... I see... That's fine." You conceded, not trying to force him. You wiped your eyes roughly and took a deep breath, turning around. "I just... wish I had a friend to play games with."

Idia hastened his steps. He was going to let you run away and all that, he felt bad for making you cry, of course, but a living child shouldn't associate themselves with someone like him. Yet... Your tone and atitude made his heart waver.

And he stopped you.

His hand on your shoulder was cold, almost as cold as the dead, you suppose, and you looked at him with curiosity.

"Perhaps..." He started, changing the weight from one leg to the other. He looked around; the stores were starting to open and people were starting to look at you in a weird way - not that you noticed. "We could play together at the arcade?"

You nodded immediately, sorrow and sadness forgotten as you took his hand in yours and started to run to the nearest arcade you knew. Your energy, your laughter, it was so precious, so unique. Unlike other laughters he'd heard before.

There, in that moment, Idia knew that you would become his lil game friend. You went on and on about how you'd win in every game and he could only smile, not wanting to disappoint you. But there was no way you would win.

Not now, not ever.

[20doozers]

★Bonfire★

TW: fluff, teasing, some cuddling, gn!reader (mostly), overall just bill fluff, nicknames like ‘baby’ and ‘Schatz’, bitte/please Schatz/darling

“You’re so weird bill.” You chuckled softly, teasing bill for wanting his s’more’s to not have chocolate on it. He rolled his eyes in return, resting his head on your shoulder as you two sat there. It was a late night in the summer and your family had decided to have a bonfire/barbeque, so you brought bill. There was alcohol, s’more’s, some hotdogs, etc. it was nice, a small summertime gathering with family and friends and a few other people you and bill didn’t know.

“I just don’t like chocolate, I think it ruins it.” Bill huffed as he leaned against you, pouting as you teased him.

You slid an arm around bill, your hand resting on his slim and pale waist. He had chose to wear a cropped tanktop and a pair of black sweatpants, not wasting too much effort since it was summer and makeup would melt off anyway. He loved little gatherings like this, it was always fun to spend quality time with you and your family and meet people. Your family liked him too, finding his style unique, your grandparents and older family members spoiling him with random sums of money and heaps of compliments, even getting plant based things so bill could enjoy the food too since he was vegetarian. Bill always felt so loved and special.

Your hand rested on his waist, gently rubbing the skin there as bill leaned against you. The fire was warm and crackling, the orange glow illuminating the area. It was almost dark, the sun slowly falling below the horizon as darkness settled onto the yard. You sighed as you looked at bill, kissing the top of his head and giving his waist a reassuring squeeze as he took a bite of his s’more, the sticky marshmallow sticking to his lips as he chewed which caused you to chuckle. He was so cute, the orange glow making him look oh so adorable to you as he ate his s’mores.

Yet bill soon grew tired, after all, helping tend to a fire and helping out with the food and such was hard work. So bill eventually looked up at you, noticing how focused you were on the fire.

“Y/n…” bill murmured quietly, wanting your attention.

“Yes, Schatz?” You questioned softly, raising an eyebrow as you looked at the sleepy boy, his attitude a stark contrast of his sassy, silly self earlier.

“Can we go to bed bitte..?” Bill asked quietly, earning a small chuckle from you as you gently kissed his forehead.

“Of course..”

You two made your way inside, going straight towards your room since bill was so tired. He changed into pajamas and so did you, before crawling into bed with you.

He sighed as he climbed on top of you and basically collapsed on your chest with a small huff which caused you to wrap your arms around him and pulled the blankets over the two of you. You two laid there tangled in eachothers limbs, one of your arms holding him while you gently carded your fingers through his hair. You let him fall asleep, knowing the poor boy was exhausted.

“Sleep well baby..” You whispered, gently pressing a kiss to his head. You only received a sleepy snore in response, causing you to chuckle as you continued to gently play with his hair. You gently braided and unbraided his hair, your fingers gently brushing through his soft ravenette locks, softly combing the knots out with your fingers. He was so adorable, his pajamas which consisted of an oversized t-shirt and sweatpants, his pale skin looking oh so fitting in comparison to his more gothic style.

He was yours to marvel at, and you loved the boy dearly.. maybe even more than you loved bonfires.

I hate this fic wtf. Anyway my weekly fic is done. Im sorry about it being so short but im toughing out a writers block and just overall a bit busy with family and mental health or whatever. Im trying to write as much I can but its kind of hard to. Love you guys!

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[otomehoneyybearr]

Kagari Amagase

Be My Lover, Be My Beast

Ch1 | Ch2 | Sweet | Premium | Epilogue| Bonus

Warning: Mention of blood

The second prince of Kogyoku, a country known for its tumultuous times and night cherry blossoms, is feared as a "demon" due to his love for battle. He’s always calm and composed, making it impossible to read what he’s thinking.

That’s why I wanted to know—the true nature of the fierce heat that occasionally flickers in his emerald eyes.

Merchant: "Oh... Oh no."

Emma: "Is something wrong?"

One day, after finishing my duties as Belle, I visited Kogyoku, where the cherry blossoms bloom all year round, along with the bookstore owner.

A merchant who had come to the inn where I was staying at to deliver a book I had ordered, showed me a package with a troubled look on his face.

Merchant: "The truth is, I thought your book was the last item to deliver today, but I just realized there’s still one more left."

Merchant: "If I deliver it now, I’ll keep an important client of mine waiting in the neighboring town, and that’s something I want to avoid..."

Emma: "If you’d like, I can deliver it for you."

Merchant: "What? But..."

Emma: "I’ve been wanting to thank you for always recommending such wonderful products, so please let me help!"

Merchant: "…Thank you, honestly, I appreciate it. The delivery location is somewhere you’ve been to before, so you should be fine."

Emma: "A place I’ve been to before?"

(Indeed, I’ve been here before.)

The delivery location was a grand castle standing proudly on a hill, with distinctive red tiles.

(It's strange how familiar this place feels... Oh, I remember, I’ve crossed paths with him here before...)

I glance down at the package I was holding carefully.

(It’s heavier than it looks... I wonder what’s inside.)

(Oh...)

When I lifted my head to climb the stairs, I noticed a figure at the very top.

Although they had their back turned to me, the fiery red hair tied in a braid told me who they were.

Emma: "Prince Kagari..."

(Huh? ...This scent...)

What wafted past my nose was the fleeting scent of cherry blossoms mixed with the thick smell of iron, as if to erase the former.

Kagari: "Princess, your timing is as bad as ever."

(...)

When Prince Kagari turned around, his clothes were splattered with dark red patterns.

As soon as I realized what it was, my body temperature plummeted.

Emma: "A-Are you injured...?"

Kagari: "Don’t worry, it’s just blood."

(So all of that... is someone else’s blood...)

A different kind of fear crawled up from my spine.

Kogyoku is known as a war-torn land, where battles are an everyday occurrence.

Prince Kagari had stood on the battlefield since he was young, achieving countless victories.

His overwhelming strength has earned him the fearsome title of "demon," something I was told about even before coming to Kogyoku.

(I first met him when he saved me from being attacked by bandits, but...)

(Even though he had saved me, when I encounter situations like this, I can’t help but feel my legs trembling.)

Kagari: "Do you need something from me?"

Emma: "Yes."

Kagari: "…Speak from there."

Kagari: "You can at least manage that much, can’t you?"

(Did I have a tense expression on my face?)

(...No, I can’t be scared over something like this.)

Though his words were blunt, the concern hidden within them gradually calmed my racing heart.

(I’m the one who decided to come to this country, knowing it would be dangerous.)

I steeled myself and started moving my feet again, standing beside Prince Kagari.

And the moment I looked up at his expressionless emerald eyes—

(Huh...?)

Kagari: "You’re quite the brave one, Princess. But don't complain if the scent rubs off on you."

A red-gloved hand covered touched my neck.

In a situation where it felt like my life was being held in someone else’s hands, I almost forgot how to breathe.

Kagari: "Didn’t you consider that I might be on edge after returning from battle?"

Emma: "I... I don’t think you’re the type of person who would take out their frustrations on innocent people."

(If he were, he wouldn’t have taken the trouble to keep me from getting too close to him when I was scared.)

The hand that had been gripping my neck easily let go, allowing me to steady my shallow breath.

Kagari: "You’re right. If I were to take it out on someone, it would probably be one of my attendants."

(I feel sorry them...)

Kagari: "Don’t worry. There’s nothing to gain from killing you... for now."

Emma: "Is there a chance that could change?"

Kagari: "Who knows?"

(That’s ominous...)

Kagari: "So, what do you need from me?"

I handed Prince Kagari the package.

Emma: "I brought this package addressed to you from a merchant."

Kagari: "Why you?"

Emma: "It just turned out that way. The merchant was worried he wouldn’t make his next appointment on time if he delivered it himself."

Kagari: "I see. So you offered to deliver it for him?"

Kagari: "You’ve been made to work for free, you kind-hearted Princess."

Emma: "...That’s not a very pleasant way to put it."

Kagari: "It’s the truth. Deal with it."

Kagari: "....."

After receiving the package, Prince Kagari seemed to think for a moment, then looked back at me.

Kagari: "Thank you for going to the trouble. I appreciate it."

Emma: "It was nothing. Well then, I’ll be on my way..."

Emma: "......... Um, Prince Kagari?"

Kagari: "What is it?"

Emma: "I can’t leave if you’re holding onto my arm."

(And he’s got a pretty firm grip; I can’t even move.)

Prince Kagari’s expression remained unreadable as he looked down at me, as usual, making it impossible to know what he was thinking or feeling.

Kagari: "Don’t you want some dorayaki?"

Emma: "Dorayaki? Not particularly..."

Kagari: "I do. I’m going to change, so wait here."

Emma: "Huh? Wait, Prince Kagari... And he’s gone."

(Why dorayaki all of a sudden? And without even asking about my plans... Well, I don’t really have any, so it’s fine.)

(If I go home now, he’ll probably come after me...)

(Prince Kagari is still as abrupt and forceful as ever.)

After changing with frightening speed, Prince Kagari and I were soon riding in a carriage to a sweets shop in the neighboring town.

.....

Emma: "Matcha, sakura, strawberry, chestnut, butter... There are so many options. Do you have a recommendation, Prince Kagari?"

Kagari: "All of them."

Emma: "...That doesn’t make it easier."

The sweet aroma of freshly baked dorayaki filled the air, making it hard to resist.

I kept scanning the menu from top to bottom, but I couldn’t decide.

(They all look so good... I’m leaning towards the classic red bean paste. But the butter one sounds interesting too.)

(No, since I’m in Kogyoku, I should probably go with the sakura flavor!)

Kagari: "Shopkeeper, one red bean paste with butter and one sakura, please."

Shopkeeper: "Got it, just a moment."

Emma: "...Did it show on my face?"

Kagari: "Your eyes are more honest than your mouth, Princess."

(It’s hard to hide anything from Prince Kagari.)

(Let’s see... The sakura dorayaki costs...…)

As I reached for my wallet, Prince Kagari suddenly grabbed my hand, stopping me.

With efficient movements, he used his other hand to pay the shopkeeper and took both dorayaki.

Kagari: "Too bad, I already paid."

Kagari: "Consider it as thanks for delivering the package."

(I see, so that’s why he brought me here.)

Emma: "Thank you. Then I’ll accept your offer and enjoy it."

(Woah...)

Still holding onto my hand, Prince Kagari led me to a nearby bench and had me sit down.

When I took the dorayaki he offered, the warmth of the freshly baked treat gently eased my heart.

Prince Kagari sat down beside me—and for some reason— turned to face me.

Kagari: "Princess, would you like to split the butter dorayaki with me?"

Emma: "Were you having trouble deciding too?"

Kagari: "...Something like that."

(Is he really fond of dorayaki?)

It was so unexpected that I couldn’t help but smile at the cuteness of it.

Emma: "I’d be happy to share. I was actually torn between the sakura and butter, so this makes me happy."

●●●●●● Flashback ●●●●●●

Kagari: "Your eyes are more honest than your mouth, Princess."

●●●●●● Flashback End ●●●●●●

(Wait…. Did he order the butter dorayaki because he noticed I was struggling to decide between the two...?)

Kagari: "Here, Princess."

Emma: "Ah, sorry. I’ll split mine too."

I carefully broke the dorayaki in half and exchanged pieces with him.

(The slightly melted butter bean paste and the beautifully pink sakura bean paste... Which should I try first?)

(Which one did Prince Kagari start with?)

Kagari: "…That was good."

(What, he’s already finished!? It’s only been a few seconds!)

Ignoring my surprise, Prince Kagari stood up and spoke to the shopkeeper.

Kagari: "One more red bean paste dorayaki, please."

Shopkeeper: "Got it, coming right up."

(So... he didn’t suggest splitting because I was undecided; he just wanted more dorayaki for himself.)

(I never imagined Prince Kagari loved dorayaki THIS much.)

Prince Kagari sat down next to me again and, without changing his expression, began eating his dorayaki with complete focus.

(I still can’t quite read what he’s thinking, but from the way he looked out for me at the castle and thanked me with dorayaki...)

(He’s probably a kind person at heart.)

(Ah…. Both flavors were amazing.)

After finishing the dorayaki, a contented sigh escaped my lips without me realizing it.

Kagari: "Was it good, Princess?"

Emma: "Yes, very! They were so delicious; I’d love to try every flavor now."

As I nodded, his emerald eyes narrowed slightly in satisfaction.

Kagari: "I see. Then I’ll treat you again."

Kagari: "So, please be my lover."

Next

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[seeingivy]

christmas kiss

eren jaeger x f!reader 

in which you attend your fake boyfriend, eren’s, family christmas party 

content: fluff, fake dating, little sister gabi, annoying older brother zeke, dead dad :0, drinking, eren calls you bunny unironically

- 

You stand on the porch nervously, balancing the bowl of tiramisu in your hands. Breathe in and breathe out. You can do this. You’ve done it before and you can do it again. 

You set the bowl on the side ledge, reaching down to readjust and fix your sister, Gabi’s, hair. 

She had been jumping up and down in excitement since you invited her to come along, which led to her dress riding up and her hair sticking out of her braids. 

At this moment, you realize this was probably the wrong outfit choice for her. You knew she could barely sit still for an hour at a time - you’d likely be fixing this outfit throughout the night. You readjust the collar, pushing her flyaways securely behind her ears. 

The two of you had gone out to buy new outfits for the dinner, feeling the need to have you and Gabi looking your absolute best. You had gotten Gabi a simple black dress and braided her usually unruly hair back into two pigtail french braids. You’d even let her borrow some of your lipgloss for the occasion. You had opted for a deep red dress and chose to free your hair from the usual ponytail you sported. 

“Are you nervous to meet Eren’s parents?” 

You feel your fingers shaking as you tuck in her collar and her hair, which you’re sure was the dead giveaway. Are you nervous to meet Eren’s parents? Of course you are. 

Eren Jaeger is your boyfriend. Your fake boyfriend, but that’s just semantics. What they don’t know can’t hurt them. He’s a full time Computer Science student, an intern at Fritz Technetics, and a straight menace on the soccer field. He’s been playing first string since your first semester of college.  

For the past month and a half, the two of you had been parading around, going on fake-dates, and planting kisses on each other's cheeks whenever you were in the vicinity of Jean and Mikasa. They were the reason you started fake dating in the first place. 

Jean Kirschtein. Your best friend. Who you were hopelessly in love with. On the first day of your General Chemistry lecture, you sat next to Jean, who had seemingly forgotten his entire backpack for his first class of the day. He turned to you, a nervous look plastered on his place, begging for a pencil. Safe to say, you had been in love with him since then. 

Mikasa Ackerman. She grew up with Eren, the two of them inseparable since they were younger. He thought that they had an unspoken agreement, that they were the only ones for each other. But she never truly reciprocated his feelings, which was made aware to him when she started dating Jean at the beginning of the quarter. He was heartbroken. 

This led to you and Eren making a deal. You remember his green eyes staring into yours, convincing you to do it. Jealousy will have them running back. People want what they can’t have. 

You and Eren shook on it, in the dead of night. You hate to say it, but it had actually been working, in the slightest of ways. You had definitely confused Jean, who suddenly became all too possessive of you, and Mikasa was all too intrigued to hear about the new girl Eren was seeing. 

This dinner? The cherry on top. Every Christmas Eve, Eren’s parents invite a few of their close friends to dinner at their house. Mikasa’s family is always on the guest list. By extension, that means Jean would be here too, being her boyfriend and all. In lieu of that, Eren invited you and Gabi to attend, promising you that it was about to be the show of a lifetime.

But how do you tell your fake boyfriend you can’t come to his parents Christmas Eve dinner because you’re getting real feelings for him? You can’t. So you don’t. And you show up anyways, with a bowl of tiramisu, an overly eager little sister, and a stomach full of knots. 

“A little bit, Gabs. Best behavior okay?” 

She nods, using her hands to brush your flyaways behind your ears. You smile at the gesture and stand up to grab the bowl again. Your hands shake as you ring the doorbell, it chiming against the door. 

A tall, blonde man opens the door. He’s wearing silver, circular glasses, and sporting a full grown beard on his face. At the sight of you, a grin spreads over his face. 

“She’s here!” he screams in a sing-song voice, his voice echoing towards the kitchen, where a large amount of sound suddenly broke out. He pulls you and Gabi in from the cold, smiling brightly at the two of you. 

“I’m Zeke. Eren’s brother.” 

Eren had given you a brief rundown of everyone who would be in attendance at his dinner and had warned you about his half-brother. Apparently, Zeke loved to tease Eren, hence his excitement at your presence. You extend your free hand to him, returning his smile. 

“Hi Zeke. I’m Y/N and this is my little sister Gabi.” 

“No need to introduce yourself. We’d know who you were a mile away, Y/N.” 

Zeke swiftly takes the bowl of tiramisu from your hands and bends down to Gabi’s height. 

“I’ve got the perfect friend for you. Follow me. Eren’s in the kitchen with Carla, Y/N. Just through the hallway there.” he says, as he drags Gabi - and the bowl - away with him. 

There goes your conversation starter for Eren’s mom. You take a few deep breaths, before slowly padding into the kitchen. Carla and Eren have their backs turned, too engrossed in their conversation and the dinner they were dishing out into platters. 

You lightly knock on the wall next to you to signal your presence. Eren turns around first, a big smile spreading across his face at the sight of you. That smile would be the death of you. 

He walks over to you, crushing you in a hug. His smell envelops you, his heart beating against your ear, his embrace warm. 

“Hi bunny. I like your hair. Get in okay?” 

You nod, giving him a weak smile. You ignore the pounding at your heart from the nickname and the fact that he noticed you changed your hair. 

Eren’s mom pushes past him, it being her turn to crush you in a hug. She holds onto you for longer, her hand moving up and forth on your back.You make eye contact with Eren, who is trying his best to hide the smile on his face. She breaks apart, still holding you in her arms and smiling at you. 

“I’m Carla, Y/N. I can’t tell you how nice it is to meet you. You’re absolutely beautiful.” 

You can feel your face getting flushed, your cheeks a bright pink. You step back a little bit, nervous from their matching eyes boring into yours. Eren leans over, slinging his arm around his mom. 

“Stop being weird, Ma. I told you she gets shy. You’re going to scare her away.” 

You ignore Eren, squeezing her fingers that are still interlocked with yours. 

“It’s so nice to meet you too, Mrs. Yeager. I brought a bowl of tiramisu but I’m not exactly sure where it went. Zeke took it from me when he let me in.” 

Your brief response causes Eren and Carla to start talking over each other. 

“What did that bloody monkey say to you-” 

“Oh my goodness, you’re too sweet…” 

“Did he say anything weird to you? I’ll kill him. And where’s Gabi?” 

“And call me Carla. I’d love to hear all about you and Eren-” 

You laugh at the two of them, the two of them stopping in their tracks. They both give each other a knowing look, before leading you into the kitchen. You have a feeling they do this all the time. 

“Eren tells me you and your sister are really good at making gingerbread houses. I was hoping you guys would join our competition later.” 

“We’d love to!” 

Eren walks over, a few packaged items in his hands. 

“Want to help me set up?” 

You nod, the two of you setting the ingredients down and getting to work.  

Carla smiles, not before giving the two of you another hug, and tuts away to the other side of the kitchen to finish dinner. You can feel your heart tingling and your hands shaking as you lay out the gingerbread cookies, the interaction you just had with Eren’s mom replaying in your mind. 

“What’cha thinking, bunny? You’re shaking.” 

You had mentioned to Eren that the holidays were an emotional time for you and Gabi. This time last year, your father had passed away in a car accident. Your families were very close, your parents being the best picture of co-parenting to exist, and the two of you took it pretty hard. You had been living with Gabi and her family since then. 

“Your mom is so nice, Eren. For inviting us and telling me I look pretty and hugging me like that.” 

He leans against the counter, looking over at you. 

“Uh huh. She was super excited to have you come. Really.” 

You smile. You crack open the box of chocolates, the two of you working in silence. Eren stays for a few minutes, your fingers brushing against each other, before attending to the door for the rest of the guests that were filing in. 

He had been tasked with handing out the champagne to everyone as they got here. Well really, Zeke was supposed to do it but he was apparently too busy playing Mario Kart with Gabi and Falco. 

You know some of the people coming based on the list Eren had told you beforehand, which eases the knots in your stomach a little bit. Eren’s family, obviously, was made up of his parents, Grisha and Carla, and his half-brother Zeke who you met earlier. His dad was going to be late from getting stuck with the night shift. 

He had a cousin in town, Falco, who Eren said was likely with Gabi right now since they were the same age. The rest of his family had gone out of town and were unable to take him, hence his presence here. 

Mikasa and her parents would be here as well, Jean being her plus one. The last people in attendance would be Armin and his parents. You had met Armin a few times, since he was Eren’s roommate and all.

As you set out the ingredients, Carla praised you for how wonderful they all looked. I mean, all you did was set out the cookies on a tray but she just couldn’t help it. Eren put his hand on Carla’s shoulders, dragging her away from you all while scolding her about how she was embarrassing him. 

- 

The fourteen of you settled around the Yeager’s grand dining table, you being nestled in between Gabi and Eren. You were right across from Jean, Mikasa, and Armin, who were all chatting amongst themselves. 

Gabi had become good friends with Eren’s cousin, Falco. The two of them were currently playing a game that was lost to you entirely. You nudge Eren, signaling your head towards the two of them. He looks over and then returns your smile, getting the message you were hinting at. 

The two of them had their fingers interlocked and were engaged in an all too serious staring contest. When you asked them why they had to hold hands to have a staring contest, they were too quick to let go, the tops of their ears pink. 

Can she even like Falco if Eren is your boyfriend? Is that some weird incest thing? Well, Gabi is only your half-sister and Falco is really Zeke’s cousin and Zeke is only Eren’s half-brother.

And Eren isn’t your real boyfriend, so it doesn’t matter. 

“You look beautiful, Y/N.” 

You look up, totally caught off guard by Jean’s comment. Your eyes meet his, his gaze hazy and his cheeks a bright pink. You can tell he had a little too much to drink earlier, when Eren was handing out the champagne.

Instead of being flattered by the comment, your heart pounding in your chest, all you can do is turn to Eren, who has a very angry look plastered on his face. You reach for his hand under the table and squeeze twice, which seems to ease some of the annoyance off of him. 

“Say, I like your dress too, little L/N.” says Jean, turning over to Gabi. 

“My last name isn’t L/N. It’s Braun.” 

“Oh, I thought you were sisters.” 

“We are sisters.” you reply, a mere whisper breaking the silence. He doesn’t hear you, the confused look still on his face. 

You can feel the pitcher you grabbed shaking in your hands, threatening to spill all over the table. The room was suddenly too hot, leaving you feeling like you were a fly under a lamp. Gabi’s your half-sister. You live with her because your dad died. Your dad is dead. 

You’d actually spill the water on the table if it weren’t for Eren. He wordlessly took it from you, pouring it into your glass and placing it in your hand, which he made sure was steadied before letting go. 

“Gabi is her half-sister. Y/N lives with them.”

The conversation you’re having is cut off by the sound of Carla, clinking her fork against the end of her glass. You all crane your heads towards her at the end of the table, as she glances over at all of you. 

“It’s time to say grace. Whose turn is it?” 

“Zeke.” 

“No Dad, it’s Eren.” 

“No, it’s Zeke. I said grace last year about how thankful I was that you were moving out for your remember.” 

The four of them silence, turning their necks towards Zeke to say grace. He glares daggers at Eren, before joining hands with those around him. You look over at Gabi, interlocking your fingers with hers before doing the same with Eren. His hand is warm, his thumb rubbing circles against the back of your hand. 

Your hands are shaking for some reason, your blood rushing too fast as it all happens. The room was warm, your dress was burning your skin, the quiet was too loud. You feel Eren squeeze your hand twice before shaking your head. You were okay. You just needed a second. 

You flutter your eyes closed as Zeke starts saying grace. 

“This year, forgive me for taking simple joys for granted. I’m thankful for parents who seeked me out and supported me, even if I wasn’t entirely their own, a brother who begrudgingly supported me like no other, and a family I’ve dreamed of keeping. What a blessing to be included at a table like this.” 

Everyone releases their hands, their eyes fluttering open. You watch Mikasa and Jean’s eyes widen at the sight of you, feeling Eren and Gabi’s hands clasp in yours once again. 

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” 

You look over, Eren’s green eyes filled with concern. It’s only when you reach up to touch your face that you feel the tears on your cheeks. You were crying. Zeke said grace and you literally started crying. You stand up, excusing yourself from the table as you tell them all to continue on without you. 

 - 

You shut the door behind you, leaning against the white door. Your tears are still running and you thank that you decided to keep your makeup light tonight. 

In all honesty, it was just too overwhelming. Jean and Mikasa. Falco holding hands with Gabi and Zeke saying grace and thanking his parents and Eren’s hand in yours. 

Eren. You couldn't be really falling for him could you? That crooked smile, big doe eyes, and that long brown hair. You couldn’t. You liked Jean. He liked Mikasa. And that was that. This was all fake. 

So why did it feel too real all of a sudden?

As if you summoned him just by thinking about him, you can hear his knuckles knocking against the door, begging you to let him in. 

“It’s open, ‘Ren.” 

You hear him twist the lock, his eyes pinching at the sight of you sitting on the floor. He sits next to you, lacing his arm through yours. You let your head drop onto his shoulder, the tears falling out even more. 

The two of you sit in silence, Eren’s head resting against yours. You can feel him fingers in your hair, the sensation soothing the pounding in your head. 

“I’m sorry, Eren.” 

“What for, bunny?” he’s whispering, his lips ghosting over the top of your hair. 

“Crying. Getting up from the table. Embarrassing you in front of your mom and Mikasa.” 

He freezes, his hold in your hair tightening. 

“You don’t have to be sorry for any of those things. And nothing you do could embarrass me, especially to my mom. I’m sure if you flipped the table upside down and she would just praise you for how strong you were.” 

You laugh, readjusting your head against his shoulder. He’s a little less tense, his hand hovering around to the side of your waist before he pulls you closer. 

“Eren.” 

“Yes, Y/N?” 

“I miss my dad.” you whisper. 

At the sound of your words, he pulls you directly into his chest, nearly crushing you with his arms. His weight is heavy, but you can feel the pressure lightening in your chest. Eren’s warm. He smells good, he’s soft, and he/s warm. The two of you stay like that for a while, Eren’s arms around you. 

“Feel better?” 

You look up at him, giving him a smile through your teary eyes. You see his face visibly lighten at the sight of it. God, those eyes really were going to be the death of you. 

“It feels…lighter, Eren. Thank you.” 

The two of you stand up, reaching forward to fix each other’s clothes. Eren’s tie had been loosened, which you reached to fix. Your hair was all unkempt and your cheeks were still wet, which Eren fixed with his nimble fingers. 

Eren brushes the last of the wetness of your cheeks but still holds your face in his hands. He looks down at you, your heart bursting in your chest. He’s breathing hard, his face so close you can feel it on your cheeks. He leans forward and his eyes flutter shut. You swear he’s about to kiss you. He’s going to kiss you for real. No Jean. No Mikasa. Just you and him. 

The door slams open, Zeke standing at the door. You and him and Zeke. At the sight of you two, Eren’s hands still holding your face, your lips inches away from each other, you see a smirk grow across Zeke’s face. 

“Can’t keep your hands off your bunny, can you?” 

“I’ll make you regret the day you were born, Zeke.” 

“Just wanted to check base, see if you guys were okay. Carla’s fretting over you as we speak Y/N. Clearly you’re doing just fine.” 

You feel yourself pale at the thought, pushing past the two of them to re-enter the dining room. You can hear Eren and Zeke following, their whispers (yelling) right behind you.

“Dude, fuck you.” 

“What, Eren?” 

“You fucking cockblocked me.” 

You smile at the words. So Eren did want to kiss you. 

“She’s your girlfriend. You’re acting like you’ve never kissed  gerbefore.” 

“Fuck you. What if I really wanted to right then? You owe me, you goddamn monkey.” 

The three of you settle back into the dining table, which you’re happy to see is still loud. Your absence didn’t cause too much of a damper, which was all but a relief to you. 

Eren tucks you back into your chair and Gabi leans over and presses a soft kiss to your cheek. You don’t miss the non-discrete thumbs up Gabi and Eren give each other. 

You turn to him, narrowing your eyes at him. 

“What was that about?” 

“Nothing. She was going to come after you, after you got up. Told her the boyfriends got it this time.” 

You roll your eyes, trying your hardest not to smile at his words. 

 - 

After dinner, Grisha - Eren’s dad - pulls out the camera to take pictures of each family. Apparently this is a tradition for the party, as they like to collect and frame the pictures along the years. 

Armin goes first, his parents sweetly wrapping their arms around their only son. Mikasa’s family goes next, with Jean in tow, the four of them standing in a line with small smiles on all of their faces. 

You walk forward, with Gabi’s hand in yours, to take a picture of just the two of you. You’re excited at the fact that the two of you would get a nice, professional looking picture together since you were all dressed up. 

“Did you guys want one alone too?” asks Carla, running her fingers through the ends of her own hair, patting it down. 

“Oh, I’m sorry. Did you not want us to take a picture?” 

She smiles, pinching the sides of your cheeks. 

“Of course I wanted you to take a picture! I just figured you would take it with our family!” 

You pause, turning your head to Eren. You can’t take a picture with Eren and his family. 

Was it bad that you...wanted to be in their picture? The five of them bore their eyes into yours, waiting for your response. 

“Okay, yeah. Let’s do it.” 

The five of them cheer, pulling you in front of the tree. Grisha and Carla sit in the middle, Gabi and Falco at their sides. You stand towards the back, Zeke on your left and Eren on your right. Eren slings his hands around your waist, his face a few inches from yours. 

As Armin clicks the picture, you feel Zeke’s arm leave your shoulder, suddenly hanging above you. You and Eren look up at the same time, to find Zeke holding a bundle of mistletoe above the two of you. 

You look over at Eren, who stares at you. He whispers, his hands locking with yours. 

“Do you want to kiss me, bunny?”

Somehow, the question feels more serious than what it is. He’s simply asking you if you’re up to kissing him in front of his parents, a deal you made when you guys made your contract for fake-dating. Always ask for consent, even in public. 

But it feels more serious than that, genuinely. His hands are shaking against yours, his eyes expectantly waiting for your response. LIke he’s waiting to jump, waiting for your call. 

If he jumps, you’ll jump too. 

“Yes.” 

You see him smile, bigger than you ever had before, his hands circling around your waist as he presses his lips to yours. The kiss is warm and soft, a hint of the hot cocoa he drank earlier still ghosting on his plush lips. The two of you break apart, smiling at each other. 

“You’re welcome, Eren.” deadpans Zeke, dropping the mistletoe and leaving the two of you by the tree. 

You turn back to Eren, giving him a confused look. 

“He owed me a favor. Cashed it in just now.”

Before you can respond, Carla and Grisha shove their arms around you, tears almost spilling out of Carla’s eyes. 

“Oh I’m going to print this picture for your wedding.” 

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Cherry | MS47

Pairing: Mick Schumacher x fem!reader (she/her)

Word count: 1.3k

Genre: smut (no plot, just face-sitting smut)

Warnings: not proofread; graphic description of sex; oral (fem receiving); face sitting; mentions of food; +18 (minors DNI);

Summary: Mick has an idea while lying in bed during a lazy weekend, and Yn is more than ready to oblige.

A/n: Every piece I write here it's a new experience, so your feedback, comments, and asks are more than welcome. *mwah* 🤍

Based on this request. I owned you guys a face-sitting smut after mentioning it on rosy cheeks, salty hair, and warm bodies, but not detailing it further. So here you go! ❤️‍🔥

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It was a Saturday afternoon, the sun was bright, while the wind was cold, so the weather felt just perfect to enjoy a lazy day in bed. And that was exactly what Mick and Yn were doing, relishing the match of the ideal temperature with a day off work. 

Yn’s record player, a gift she got from Mick to celebrate their first anniversary, was rolling a red vinyl on its plate. Lana del Rey’s voice was over the room, along with the gushes of wind from the open window. Mick was lying beside her, bare chest rising and falling with each calm breath he took, messy blonde hair around his head like a halo, and ocean-blue eyes observing Yn. 

“We should go to Brazil next vacation, perfect weather, great food, nice people,” Yn states munching on her cherry, there’s another between her fingers, and she turns her head to face Mick just in time for him to watch her pop it inside her mouth. He watches her parted lips and how some of the moisture from the fruit paints them a clear red. 

She looked just about perfect, wearing nothing but one of his oversized shirts, makeup-free face, braids up in a bun, and big brown eyes curiously waiting for him. 

“I think that’s a great idea,” Mick voiced, eyes still glued on how Yn’s mouth was working the cherries. 

Oh, how sweet.

“You want some?” Yn asks, eyebrows jutting together in a sign of confusion.

You’re staring, Mick chided himself in silence. 

“It depends,” he smirks. Yn stops chewing, and now her whole body was directed towards his. It was her silent sign that she was waiting for his answer. “I want something, but not the cherries.” 

“Oh,” a small gasp passed between her lips, and Mick’s smile grew.

“I wanted to try something,” he signs with his hands, and it’s just a second before Yn is sitting on top of him, the bowl of cherries now forgotten somewhere between the mess of blankets. Mick’s hands find their way to Yn’s waist, exploring her delicious skin and then dipping under the shirt only to realize she’s, in fact, not wearing anything under it. 

“What is it?” 

“Huh?” Mick questions, dazed by the way her body feels on top of his, how pretty she looks. 

“What is it you wanted to try, babe.”  She explains.

His blue eyes search for hers as they get ready to read any sign of discomfort or doubt with his suggestion. Not that what he would suggest was too adventurous. He was used to giving her oral on a daily basis or whenever they were together and had sex, but they never tried the whole sitting thing. He did not really know what Yn would think about it, but if their conversations and how comfortable they were around each other were any indication, he thought that there was a chance for a positive answer. 

Still, Mick was a cautious guy. He was an attentive lover, and he wanted nothing more than to see his girlfriend satisfied and comfortable in all ways, sexually, physically, and mentally, so communicating everything was part of this process. 

“I wanted you to sit on my face,” he blurted without taking his eyes off her. 

He felt when Yn held her breath, eyes growing a tad bigger with surprise, but her body was still on top of his, “Yes!” she sputtered.

Mick chuckled at her reaction, and Yn followed him, face feeling hot just like the rest of her body. 

“Is this something you’ve thought about before?” he asks

“I-” she starts, eyes cast down on his naked chest, nails drawing patterns on his milky skin. “Mmh… You always do those neck exercises when training and I just happen to notice how strong your neck is in comparison to regular people… my mind went there on its own.” Yn confessed. 

Mick did not waste a second before holding her neck and smashing their mouths together in a messy kiss. The movement made Yn lean on top of him, their surface of contact now greater. They moaned and swallowed each other's noises. 

The cold wind moved the curtains blending the noise with Lana’s angelical voice, who was just starting to sing the first accords of “Cherry”.

A touch from your real love it's like heaven taking the place of something evil, and lettin' it burn off from the rush, it echoed through the room just when Mick’s lips found Yn’s sweet spot. He switched between kissing, licking, and eventually biting her neck. Her fingers gripping his golden hair would guide him whenever she felt it was too much, and the assault would leave any marks behind. 

“Will you sit on my face, love?” he asked, innocent face facing her, and dark blue eyes hungry for her final answer, which he knew would be positive, but Mick also knew his girlfriend, knew how much it turned her on when he voiced things. 

The dirtier, the better, she would joke. 

Yn gave him a nod before taking off her oversized shirt and throwing it somewhere on the bedroom floor. Mick’s hand guided one of hers to hold the headboard for support if needed. The other he placed on top of his head, her fingers instantly threading between his soft strands. And then, finally, she easily held her up and brought her down to sit right on his face.

The mere contact of his hot mouth against her wet pussy made Yn shiver. His nose was digging deliciously into her clit, and her head tumbled back when his tongue went out in a lazy lap on her cunt. She felt on her whole body when Mick moaned and opened his mouth wider, eyes closed as if to capture the feeling, tongue drawing figures on her pussy while one of his fingers found her chest and played with her nipples between his fingers.

His other hand found guidance on her waist, but he was just caressing her skin. The placement was more of an encouragement for her to choose the pace. 

And that she did.

Yn pulled his hair and purred when his tongue sank down inside her. She moved her hips just right for his nose to grind on her already puffy clit. Mick moaned again, and Yn pleaded sensually. She was full-on riding his face, and he could feel all his blood rushing to his hard cock. 

The scene was way too arousing, the noises Yn was making, the way her body was answering to his touches, her scent, and taste, the background sound blending with her moans and his groans.  His whole face was messily soaked.

When her body started to drift into a bliss state, Mick knew she was close to her climax, so he made space to insert two fingers while keeping his tongue exploring. He thrust the digits inside while taking turns between kissing the underside of her legs and licking her juices and clit. 

He was in awe watching as Yn sinfully chased her orgasm, taking the reigns and using his face, tongue, and fingers without apologies. 

She looked fantastic, especially when she moaned his name along with some incoherent dirty words and let him guide her to the edge. Her body shuddered and jolted before falling forward, painting his face with her cum. Mick observed as her chest rise and fell with ragged breaths, and her legs quivered, still sensitive. 

He had a satisfied smirk on his face when he moved her body to lie beside him on the bed. Yn still had her eyes closed in bliss when Mick licked his lips and gathered some of her juices in his mouth, moaning at her taste. 

“How did you like it?” he asked, and from the way his voice sounded, Yn knew he was smiling smugly. 

“I think we should do it every day.” She pants, still not over all the sensations. 

“I can try and make it happen,” Mick hummed and grinned before dipping his head to kiss her lips. His gentle yet sloppy kiss only seemed to fuel Yn’s desire, and they rolled in bed, ready to try a new position.

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FIC REC WEEK 52 – DAILY THEMES

SHARING A BED

The Rest of Our Lives by Sineala

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 11,486 Tags: Sharing a Bed, Mutual Pining, First Time

Summary: It's the next year of the weapons expo, and Steve and Tony are back in Madripoor. Where there is one hotel with vacancies. Which has only one available room. Which has only one bed. Also Batroc is after them again. But that's not really the important part here.

Reasons why I love it: Aww, the last few paragraphs of this fic are sweet as hell! I love the whole action sequence with Tony's armor and how it all culminates in Steve and Tony finally owning up to their feelings. Plus, the smut at the end is absolutely perfect. This fic is fantastic, and you should definitely read it!

In the Early Dawn by starspangledsprocket

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: M Words: 3,081 Tags: Missing Scene, First Time, Hand Jobs

Summary: Steve and Tony have to share a bed. They use this as an opportunity to talk. Talking leads to more.

Reasons why I love it: Everyone say thank you, Age of Ultron, for giving us the gift of Clint's barn. Forced bedsharing is one of my favorite tropes, and when it's tied into canon like this, it's even better. I love their characterizations here, and the dialogue is amazing. You should definitely read this one, it's wonderful!

Sleep Protocol by 51stCenturyFox

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 5,137 Tags: Insomnia, PTSD, Hurt/Comfort

Summary: You might assume that Steve Rogers, a super soldier, wouldn’t have any sleep-related problems, since he is an optimal physical specimen in the bloom of health. You would be wrong. But you know, there are certain conditions.

Reasons why I love it: This is so fricking sweet! I always love Tony being a supportive friend – with a chance at something more, wink wink, nudge nudge – and this fic is absolutely beautiful in that regard. Plus, 51stCenturyFox has a knack for really natural sounding dialogue, and this fic is no exception. I love it to bits, and I bet you will too!

Pillow Talk by FestiveFerret

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 5,813 Tags: Fluff, Bonding, Falling in Love

Summary: It took Steve a while to realize how often it happened. How many missions or adventures ended with them forced to take refuge for the night in one bed. Sometimes, it was a luxurious king in a fancy hotel room. Sometimes, it was a tiny pup tent in the middle of the woods. But he and Tony always seemed to end up sharing.

Reasons why I love it: I love how in so many of Ferret's fics it feels completely inevitable – hah – that Steve and Tony will eventually fall in love. She writes that transition from friends to more so smoothly that it always feels incredibly real. Plus, the fluffy banter is amazing. I hope you check this one out, because it's incredible.

Team Building Exercise #2 by Anonymous

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: G Words: 5,056 Tags: Team as Family, Bonding, Pining Steve

Summary: “You’re joking,” Tony says. Fury fixes him with his good eye. “Stark,” he says. “Name one time I’ve joked with you.” (Or, this year's team building exercise is the team sharing beds. Bruce Hulks out, the team plays Feely Cup and Thor's hair gets braided.)

Reasons why I love it: This is so cute, oh my god! I love all of the different Avengers interactions, but I especially loved Thor with the hair braiding, that's just adorable. And the Stony romance at the end is like a nice little cherry on top. This fic is wonderful, and if you haven't read it yet, you definitely should!

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The one that got away

Pairing: Eddie x Fem Reader, Steve x Fem Reader, Eddie x Chrissy

Summary: Can you and Eddie remain friends while you both bottle up your feelings and navigate your relationships?

Or

Can Eddie forgive you when you accidently start a family with Steve, leaving him in the past?

Word Count: 6k

Warnings: Angst, hurt/comfort or hurt/no comfort, SMUT including oral and penetration. Swearing, cheating (not on reader), talks of sexual assault, nicknamed you Poppy cuz y/n is meh, brief Chrissy mentions. Btw, sorry in advance.

A/n: Took me all day to read it over and edit minor things only for the app to not save. So if you find any mistakes, ignore it. I fucken tried. Lol.

You couldn't say that you regretted what happened between you and Eddie. He was your best friend after all. He had been ever since you both were small kids. His mama would braid your long hair whenever she'd babysit you, she couldn't wait till she had a little girl of her own. Eddie was always a handful as a child, always getting into trouble and talking back. In her eyes you were just the cutest little thing, picking her flowers and telling her how much you wished she was your mom. She loved you as if you were her own. So when she passed when Eddie was 10 it was hard on the both of you, but at least you had each other to lean on. 

You were always a soft spot for Eddie, he felt like no one really knew him like you did. Especially since the one person he truly loved, his mama, loved you more than anything. He remembers all the times she'd tell him how adorable it would be if you both grew up to love each other, he never told you because at the time he thought it was gross. You were just his friend nothing more. 

But at 16 when Eddie saw your sweet mouth wrapped around a cherry lollipop, the sticky red gloss on your lips called to him. Something changed. He saw you differently, he just couldn't tell you, he wouldn't let those teenage hormones get in between your friendship. So he shoved it down, way down. He always thought you were pretty, that natural pretty too. Like those girls who just need mascara and lip gloss pretty. When your pink tongue licked your bottom lip humming at the sweet lollipop, yeah he shoved those feelings so far down that he forgot all about it, till Steve Harrington asked you out the following year. 

What Eddie didn't know was that you only said yes to Steve to get experience in kissing and other things, so that when you finally kissed Eddie he wouldn't laugh at you. You just didn't expect to lose your virginity to Steve either. Eddie had been so mad about the date you didn't dare tell him about what you both had done. "Are you fucking kidding me Poppy? He's a fucken asshole." Eddie seethed, glaring at you from across the table. You had casually mentioned the date at dinner time. Hoping he would be preoccupied with his meal, you were wrong. "You just don't know him like I do." You countered, Steve was in almost every one of your classes and he had been your science partner for Mr. Clicks class. 

He was always sweet and kind to you even though he was popular.  Eddie's eyes widened, perhaps from jealousy. The fact that you spent any amount of time with Steve to actually know him twisted in Eddie's gut. After the date you and Steve had become little more than friends, he was always inviting you to his games and you were his number one girl on his arm whenever he had his huge parties. 

At 19 Eddie had literally crushed your heart. He had been so heartbroken at seeing you and Steve together. Everytime he caught you in Steve's lap at lunch he'd halt and just walk the other way, each time a piece of his heart would chip off. The last straw was when he saw the hickies across the top of your breasts one day. You had bent over to tie your shoe, Eddie didn't mean to look but the scoop of your top and the guitar pick necklace he gave you caught his attention. You looked so pretty that day, your face had a natural blush, now that he thought about it, he knew you had been with Steve. Instead of telling you how he felt, how he's loved you since you were kids. How he would like nothing more than to taste how sweet your lips would be against his. Instead of telling you how he felt, he sought after his third choice. 

"So we're still on tonight right?" You and Eddie had been having weekly movie nights since way back when. Tonight would be no different. After work you would stop by his trailer with a handful of snacks and pop, both stuffing your face till your stomachs hurt.   "Oh, actually I had to pick up Jerrys shift at work, so I wont be able to. Sorry Poppy." You accepted the excuse, Eddie had taken more shifts at work, something about saving to get out of Hawkins. 

That night you had gotten off work earlier than expected and when you drove past Eddies trailer you saw his van parked just outside. Jerry probably showed up for his shift after all you thought. When you took the U-turn to check up on Eddie, you didn't expect to see him in his room. As you peeked inside his room from the window a knot formed in your throat. Your breaths became quick and fast  and tears started streaming down your face. The sight before you was like a knife to your heart, stabbing and slicing, deeper and more violent the longer you stared.  

The beautiful Chrissy Cunningham lay on top of his bed, topless. Her humble breasts were being sucked and groped by Eddie, while he lay between her legs, clothed thankfully. Her cheer skirt bunched at the waist left nothing to the imagination. He looked to be enjoying it, of course he would. It was Chrissy, Hawkins very own Queen, with Eddie Munson, the boy you loved since you were 7yrs old.  A loud sob escaped your mouth, stopping Eddie in his tracks.

As you ran to your car, the front door to the trailer flew open. Eddie's eyes met your teary ones as you put the car in reverse. You couldn't hear him pleading for you to 'Stop' and him yelling your name between your hiccuping sobs. 

Eddie felt like he lost you that day. It was a pain he had never felt before, an ache so deep it would never heal. He had tried to call you over and over, frantically pacing his room hoping you would answer. When he showed up at your door knocking like he was the police your step-dad threatened to call Hopper on him. 

On Monday Eddie waited outside your house at 7am to take you to school, he had gotten there early to make sure he didn't miss you leaving your house. You didn't go to school that day, or the next. You spent 3 days at home sulking, crying into your pillow. Seeing Eddie make out with Chrissy's tits just broke you in ways you didn't think was possible.

 He probably went back inside the trailer and fucked her like you didnt mean a single thing to him. Like you weren't madly in love with him. You were his childhood friend of course he was never going to see you as anything more. It was so stupid to think you even had a chance. To even dream that one day he would see you the way you saw him, love you the way you deeply loved him was foolish. So incredibly foolish, because he never would. Not while perfect Chrissy had his attention. Not while her pink lips tasted like bubblegum and she gave her body freely to him. No you would never get the chance to call him yours.

Back at school you were very careful in avoiding Eddie, whenever his voice carried in the halls you'd sprint the other way. At lunch you and Steve just sat in his car, eating whatever your mom had packed that day. A sweet giggle caught your attention and sure enough there was Chrissy and Eddie walking back from the woods. Her arm wrapped around his elbow. His hands were in his pockets as he looked to the floor, kicking some pebbles out of his way.

 Before he could look you in the eye, you looked at Steve and gave him a beaming smile. You didn't think Eddie would leave Chrissy's side but 3 knocks at your window told you otherwise. 

When you rolled down the window Eddie's eyes were glossy, his hair looked like it hadn't been brushed in a few days. The dark circles around his eyes were more prominent than before. His skin was dry and dull, lacking the life it once had. You guessed the disheveled look was from whatever he and Chrissy did in the woods or all weekend.

"Where've you been? I've been calling you all weekend and even went to your house." Eddie accused, scowling at the man sitting next to you. You could feel the strain in Eddie's words, worry etched all over his face as his forearms braced against the frame of the window. 

"Was just sick." You cough.

Steve glanced over to you. You didn't seem sick when he went over to your house on Sunday. Puzzled at why you would lie he just shrugged his shoulders and kept an eye on Eddie. 

"That's bullshit Poppy." He gritted. 

You sighed, rubbing the bridge of your nose in irritation. No longer wanting to prolong the inevitable. You opened the door to the car, slamming it behind you, finally confronting him. "You lied to me Eddie. You lied to your best friend so you could go and fuck Chrissy!" You loudly exclaimed, arms crossed over your chest for protection. 

"Are you jealous?"

You scoff.

"Don't act like you're not. I see how you frown at Steve, you did it just now. Sad really, how quick she made you lie to your best friend though. I've never lied to you Eddie not to go hook up. Let me ask you this, have you lied to me before? To hang out with her? That night you left me alone at Tommy's party because you had an 'emergency.' Steve had to break down the bathroom door because Andy had followed me in the restroom and he touched and grabbed and tried to ra-"

"Poppy." 

"No Steve." You interrupt, tears rolling off your cheeks as you recount that night.

"Where were you Eddie?" You sniffle, voice weak with hurt.

Silence. 

"I thought so."

 Eddie's face was one of shock, and anger, but most of all unbelievable sadness. He did lie to you. He did hook up with Chrissy that night. And it made him sick to his stomach knowing that while he was having sex with her you were being sexually assaulted and almost……

He couldn't finish the thought. He had never seen you so broken and you had every right to be upset at him.

 He took a step forward, reaching to pull your arms apart to embrace you in an apology, but the way you tensed and flinched away from him caught him off guard. You had always reciprocated his affection. So seeing you deny him was a different kind of suffering. 

"I'm…..I'm so sorry Poppy." Eddie's voice was so quiet you barely heard him. His big brown eyes stared at you like it would be the last time he'd see you. There was a slight quiver in his lip as he saw the shift in your eyes and how small you looked. From his sweet and beautiful Poppy, whom he loved with every fiber of his being. To the cold icy glare you were now giving him. He knew right there that you no longer cared for him. He no longer was a staple in your life, Steve was now your person. You'd call Steve if you ever needed anything, and Steve would answer that call each and every time, just like he did that night.

"It's ok Eddie. It wasn't your fault." You reply, giving him a tight lipped smile, wiping at your tear eyes. 

Eddie watched you walk away from him with Steve's arm around your shoulder. He'd lost you in the blink of an eye. He'd lost you and you weren't even his to lose. It was the idea of you being his that he lost. He had seen it all with you, a future. A future his mom had always wanted for you two, and secretly he wanted it too. Waking up in bed next to you every morning, the big house with a family dog and 2 kids. God he really wanted to just feel you next to him, the warmth of your body wrapped around him. The scent of your hair as it draped over him every time you made love.

Two weeks later he asked Chrissy to be his girlfriend. She said yes. Eddie didn't graduate that year, too focused on trying to make Chrissy happy, while still trying to be somewhat of a friend to you was his top priority. You had accepted their relationship, even if seeing them together tore you apart limb by limb. The one organ that would always beat for him, was your heart. No matter how many times he'd wound you, you just wanted him to be happy, even if his happiness was with someone else. You'd suffer in silence, death by heartbreak you'd say. Some days just being with Steve would soothe the ache, but him and Nancy were off and on, causing you to be his trusted rebound. 

"You should just tell him Poppy, I'm sure he likes you too." Steve stated, taking a sip from his milkshake. You two had been having lunch at the diner when the topic of Eddie came up. "Well, It's too late now. He's madly in love with Chrissy and besides they've been together for a year now, I'm not about to be a homewrecker." You counter, swirling a french fry into some ketchup before shoving it into your mouth. 

Funny how the world works because that same night Eddie had called you in a panic. Chrissy had gotten so mad at him, throwing insults and hurtful words which eventually lead to her slapping Eddie in a fit of anger. He didn't tell you it all started with him mentioning your name.

 He had finally gotten tired of Chrissy questioning his love for her, he planned to end it that night and finally confess his feelings for you.  "Do you even love me Eddie? She sounded so small it almost broke his heart. 

He couldn't bear to tell her the truth so he stayed quiet instead. 

"Ed's, we haven't fucked in months. Is it because of her? Poppy?!!" He couldn't help the pink blush that painted his cheeks. Yes he did want you in that way but he also wanted so much more. "You want to fuck her don't you!!" She screamed, lunging to strike him before he grabbed at her wrists, holding her back. She continued to raise her voice more and more each time.

 Tears ran down her pink cheeks as she thrashed in his grip. He was able to take the hurtful words she was calling him. He had heard them his whole life, by now they just bounced off his skin. What he wasn't prepared for was Chrissy insulting you. No, he couldn't have that. 

Once Chrissy seemed to calm down Eddie let go of her wrists, wiping at her tears as they fell from her eyes. "Answer me." Her voice was stern as she glared at him.

"Chrissy, just stop." He said with a raised voice, running his fingers through his hair in frustration. 

She wouldn't relent until she got what she wanted. She kept pushing and pushing, jab after jab until one of her remarks made Eddie see red. 

"Your pathetic Eddie! How could you want to fuck that whore! She's been with half the basketball team!!!" She seethed. 

Chrissy's eyes dilated in fear as Eddie stormed toward her, backing her up against the wall. His eyes filled with blinding rage, nostrils flared with each inhale and exhale as he looked down at her in hatred, her misty eyes doing nothing to soothe the storm she caused. Needing to release his anger Eddies fists pound the wall behind her, caging her against the hard surface as he towers over her. He lowers his head to her level, voice laced with venom as he finally answers her.

"You want an answer Chrissy? How's this? No, I don't want to fuck her…..not at first. I'd make love to her all fucking day and night till I memorized the pretty whimpers she makes when she comes on my cock. Then once I'm drunk off her delicious pussy from eating her out like she was my last meal, I'd fuck the whore outta her, record the the sound of my cock slamming into her tight pussy and send you the mix tape."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"...Then she just fucken slapped me." 

You both sat on his couch, face to face, legs criss crossed. He mindlessly was rubbing at your knee, his light touch sending butterflies soaring in your tummy. 

"Do you want me to kick her ass? I fucken will Eddie. You just give the word." You joked, sort of, as you punched at the air, earning a laugh from Eddie. 

"No sweetheart. I don't need you getting hurt." He smiles, holding your hands in his, already rubbing at your knuckles as if you had punched Chrissy. 

A tiny gasp leaves your mouth when you notice two red marks on his cheek. "She scratched you Eddie." You tenderly trace the scratch, cupping the side of his cheek with your palm. Eddie leans into your gentle touch, face nuzzling at the warmth of your palm, a stark contrast to Chrissy. Your tiny hand found the nape of Eddie's neck pulling him close, to place a sweet kiss upon the high point of his cheek. 

As you pull away Eddie tilts his head, his nose brushing against yours before his mouth crashes into you. He kisses gently at first, years of pining and yearning leaving him breathless. You don't dare pull away, parting your lips to grant him entrance. Eddie moans against your mouth when his tongue dances with yours. It's so much better than he thought, your lips are soft and supple as he takes your bottom lip in between his teeth. 

You take control, when you throw your leg over his lap, straddling him on the couch. A satisfied moan rips through him as he wraps his hands behind you, squeezing your ass between his fingers, rocking your hips back and forth over his bulge. Feeling the denim of his jeans rub at your core, heating your body with every pass. 

"Fuck, baby. Feels so good grinding on me." His fingers trace tiny circles on your shoulders, making you shudder at the sensation. Nudging at your jaw, he peppers wet kisses down the curve of your neck, nipping and sucking at your skin, smothering himself in your scent. 

He hooks a finger under the strap of your tank top, gently pulling it down, exposing the curve of your shoulder. "I've wanted you for so long Poppy, can I have you?" He whispers, as he kisses and licks at your collarbone humming against your skin. You want him in every way possible, his firm tattooed body over and under you with a sheen layer of sweat at he fucks you in each corner of his trailer. You want every thought of his mind, all his dreams and desires in detail as you cultivate a guide on reaching all those goals and more.

 Above all those fantasies you wish you could grant him, the one thing you desire more, is this boy's soul to be intertwined with yours. His beautiful chaotic soul, with its good days and bad, for however many times he's hurt you, your mind, body and soul screams and claws at your chest. Ripping you open from the inside out just to be near him, just for an ounce of his attention, a half second of his unyielding love. Without another thought you nod, giving him permission to take you to bed. 

Eddie takes his time removing your clothes, unwrapping you like a gift on Christmas morning. His eyes sparkled at finally getting to see you undressed. Standing in the middle of his bedroom he takes you in, inch by inch. Kissing every ounce of skin he sees, marking you as his with lavender bruises. Equally as excited you slip your fingers under his shirt, feeling his toned body under your fingertips, bringing his shirt over his head you gawk at the ink that covers his chest. 

You shy under his gaze when he unclips your bra, exposing your perfect breasts to him. "Fuck baby, youre so fucking gorgeous." He coos, squeezing your tits between his large hands. He sits down pulling you to stand between his spread legs so he's eye level with your chest. 

Admiring your perfect tits he places his face between your breasts, pushing each one towards his face, dragging his tongue between them. The wetness from his saliva cools your heated body. You jolt when his mouth latches to your pebbled nipple, sucking and swirling his tongue around your peaked bud. 

Closer you need to be closer, feel his body flush against yours, you straddle his hips again. Bare chest to his bare chest, the heat of his skin sizzling deep within your heart like the sun on a summer day. It feels so natural to be in this moment, his arms tightly wrapped around you, his ear to your chest, listening to the hammering of your heart you know he can hear. Eddie places a loving kiss to the hollow of your throat.

 His strong arms lift you up,wrapping your legs around his hips, he spins you around laying you on his bed. Hovering over you he continues down your body, kissing between your breasts, the curve of your waist, kiss upon kiss making up for lost time. His large palms smooth up and down the sides of your figure, making you squeal when he sneaks them under your ass pinching and palming you, groaning at the meat between his fingers."Tickle baby?" He whispers, chin resting on your pubic bone. 

His eyes are looking up at you from between your legs and you think you might die. 

"Super ticklish." You giggle, running your fingers through his long locks, scratching at the nape of his neck. Exploring your body like he has all the time in the world, a small gasp leaves his mouth as he pulls your panties down, hands instinctively caressing your sex. The way he's eye level with your core makes you squirm under him. "Shit, look at you sweetheart. So pretty." He mutters, running his fingers between your folds, coating them with your wetness. He could play with you all day if you let him, but he's too eager and desperately needs to taste you. 

"Oh fuck Eddie." You moan, grasping at the sheets when he licks a stripe up your cunt. His wicked tongue zig zags through your folds, slurping at your lips pulling gasps and moans from you that no one else has. Your back arches off the bed as he sucks your clit, humming into you in delight. You can feel him smile against your core, happy to devour you till morning. "Mmm you taste so good baby." He relishes, spreading you open with his fingers in a V, before plunging his fingers inside you, pumping into you, searching for that spongy spot that you know will have you seeing stars.

 "Oh my god there Eddie." Breathless, you stare between your legs panting in pleasure seeing Eddie feasting on you like he's starved. With his fingers feeling you from the inside and his tongue twisting and sucking your clit your legs begin to tremble. "Oh fuck fuck fuck Eddie im gonna come." Your legs attempt to close around his head as your pleasure keeps rising. "Come on my tongue baby, I fucken need to taste you." He speaks between his lapping, not once changing pace or pressure. 

A high pitched whimper bursts from your throat as white dazzling stars cloud your vision. Rouge tears escape your eyes at the intensity of your orgasm. Eddies beaming up at you, eyes the size of saucers as he kitten licks you, slurping up your sweet arousal. Kissing your pussy over and over "love." Kiss. "This." Kiss. "Pussy." Kiss.

You pull him up towards you, wrapping your legs around his waist, grinding your cunt into him. Eddie groans, chest heaving with adrenaline. The weight of his body flush against yours lights you on fire. You need him, want him in all the sweet and loving ways your heart desires. The nibbling at your earlobe and his breathless pants so close to your ear makes your body tingle with anticipation. 

You can feel his hardened length grind against you as his hands roam the expanse of your body. Touching every inch, storing every freckle and scar in his memory. You can't wait, years of lusting after him you need more. "Eddie, I want to feel you." Ghosting your fingers down his torso, his breath hitches as your fingers work to unbuckle his belt. He stands, shuffling out of his jeans, discarding them in the mess of his bedroom. The visible tent in his boxers has you drooling, fingers itching to grab him. You make grabby hands at him earning a chuckle as he stalks towards you. He stands in front of you as you sit at the edge of the bed, gently grabbing your chin between his thumb and index finger, bringing your gaze towards him. 

You look so beautiful sitting nude in his bed, big doe eyes looking up at him. "Poppy, you make me feel things I never thought I could." He confesses,  kissing you softly at first, smiling against your mouth like this is the happiest he's ever been. If he's being honest, being with you was always the highlight of his day. Tonight though would be memorialized into his heart forever. 

"Mmm, Eddie, want you to fuck me." You whine, deepening your kiss, biting at his lip with need. He moans into your mouth as you palm him through his boxers, fingers pulling at his waistband eager to feel his heavy cock between your hands. His boxers pool at his ankles as his cock springs free, a bead of precum glistening at his tip. "Oh fuck" he hisses as you take his length in your hands, stroking his pretty cock in slow up and down motions, cupping his balls with your other hand. Eddie thinks he might pass out with how good your hands feel around his cock.

 Your wet mouth wraps around his tip, swirling around his mushroom head. Tongue licking his shaft from base to tip, your eyes bore into his, enjoying the way he falls apart from your mouth alone. "Oh my god, your mouth is sinful" he groans, throwing his head back, hips bucking into your mouth. His hand wraps around your hair, gently pulling you off him. "Lay back sweetheart, let me show you how much I adore you." He breathes, crawling over you once you've settled at the head of the bed. 

With his hand wrapped around the base of his cock, he lines himself up to your entrance. Ever so slowly he pushes in, inch by blissful inch until he's fully sheathed inside you. "Fuck so tight baby, I'm not sure I can last." He whispers, holding your face between his palms, tenderly peppering your face with kisses. You whimper, biting your lips at the delicious way he's stretching you open. His eyes never leave yours not for one second as he thrusts into you over and over filling you with his cock till you're a blubbering mess.

 "Yes Eddie, oh god yes." You cry out, tears breaching your waterline as he throws your legs over his shoulder, pumping into you even deeper. He cages your head between his forearms, fingers interlocking yours in a tight grip. Your eyes gloss over with emotion, a deep ache tearing at your chest. This doesn't feel like fucking, not the way he's looking at you and holding your hands. Not in the way he's kissing your lips, licking into your mouth savoring the feeling of your tongue massaging his. His hips don't dare fuck into you like he wants. No, he's slow with his motions, feeling the way your cunt pulls him in when his hips meet yours. 

You don't know how but he's holding you so incredibly close, enamored with feeling you under him. His mouth is devouring each and every moan you're giving him. All rational leaves his body when he gazes in awe at how his cock disappears inside you with every thrust. He becomes so lust drunk off your pussy as his release draws near, finally confessing what he's wanted to for all these years, each confession spoken through whimpers of pleasure while he pistons his hips faster and faster.

'youre mine, all fucking mine', 

'Gonna make you make my wife one day, gonna buy you a big ring and a house.' 

'Wanna breed you so fucking bad baby. I love you so much, always have'

'Gonna be me and you forever sweetheart' 

His sweet revelation brings tears to your eyes, pushing you over the edge in heart bursting ecstacy. Ropes and ropes of hot come paint your walls as Eddie releases inside of you with a guttural moan, hips jerking forward filling you to the brim. 

Collapsing beside you, Eddie pulls you towards him, arm wrapping around your shoulders as you lay your cheek on his chest. "I meant every word Poppy, I'm so fucking in love you. I'm sorry it took so long to tell you." 

You were about to respond when Eddie cut you off, "You don't need to say it back, I just need you to know." 

Within minutes Eddie had drifted to sleep, still holding you close, afraid you'd slip out of his grasp. "I love you too Eddie." You whisper, running your hands over his chest, finding home above his heart, the heart you wanted so much to love you. 

 While Eddie dreamed of loving you for eternity you stayed awake, guilt and shame invading your every thought. How could you sleep with another girl's man? You couldn't become what you always hated a "homewrecker." Eddie and Chrissy didn't break up, they just had a fight and you took advantage of his vulnerability. 

Your stomach twisted with nausea, not only did he cheat on her with you, but you very well became another rebound. You knew Eddie cared for you and perhaps in the thrones of passion he confused friendship love with romantic love, yeah that makes sense. Of course he was hurt and heartbroken over Chrissy, and needed an outlet, a distraction. And there you were, a perfect distraction. Tears pricked your eyes as you realized you had ruined over 10 years of friendship in 1 night, a night you would never forget. 

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Eddie had stared at his ceiling for what seemed like hours the following morning. Waking up alone, without you by his side left a gaping black hole in his heart. He must have read you all wrong, he thought you wanted to be together. The soft touches and shy glances, you said you wanted him. Oh god, did he come on too strong and scare you away? Was his confession too abrupt, did you even feel the same? Most importantly could you still be friends? 

Fear. Fear gripped him in a chokehold. Fear that he had pressured you to do something you never wanted. He couldn't live with himself if you felt he was too pushy or even forceful, he needed to make sure you were ok and that he had done nothing wrong. 

Eddie frantically knocks at your door, almost shouting for you when you don't answer quickly enough. When you answer, covered from head to toe in sweats in the middle of summer, he knows something is wrong, were you covering your body from him? 

"Hey Eddie." 

Hey Eddie? That's what you say after everything that's happened? So casual like you didn't just rip open his heart and spit on it. Hey Eddie? Like he was just a guy you met at the hideout and decided he would be fun for the night? 

"Poppy, did I do something wro–"

"No. You didn't do anything wrong. I did." Your voice is firm when you respond, you don't go into details as to why but Eddie takes your response as regret. He made love to you and you regretted it, didn't love him back. You didn't say it back or even acknowledge his dreams for a future with you. Based on how you're dressed and the dampness of your hair. He figures you showered immediately, scrubbing off his love with vigor and scalding water. Unable to bear the memory of his hands on you, you dressed in soft silky sweats to mask that feeling.

"Oh. Uh, are we gonna be ok? Still friends?" 

"Still friends" The corner of your mouth flicks up in a slight smile. You know from here on out things would be different. Eddie sees it too, in your detached stare, cold and unmoving. Your arms are crossed over your chest to stop your quivering frame from embracing him. Your Eddie. Chrissy's Eddie. 

He nods, stepping away from your porch, no longer able to take the awkwardness. Even if you didn't believe he would use you as a rebound his next request confirmed it.

"Oh uh Poppy?" 

"Hmm?"

 "Don't tell Chrissy." 

"Never, I promise." 

That was the last time you spoke to Eddie. He and Chrissy stayed together, you couldn't even look at her, the guilt of breaking that girl code too strong. And Eddie, he couldn't look at you either, at least not in front of Chrissy. Her jealousy ran so deep she practically forbade him from even looking in your direction or speaking to you. So many more fights stemmed from even being in the same room with you.

Eddie found out through the grapevine that you and Steve were official, apparently it was pretty serious too. He'd see your car outside family video often. One time he even spotted Steve at the mall, one of those jewelry sales associates was showing him some rings. He didn't know if it was just a gift or a engagem- he couldn't finish the thought. 

Eddie had woken up in a house he didn't recognise, covered in his own vomit and piss stains. Head pounding and throbbing from the intense hangover he had. Seeing Steve buy you a ring was enough to make him spiral into the darkness of his thoughts. It wasn't the first time he let his vices take control and it wasn't his last.

The last time Eddie saw you it was winter in Hawkins. You were having breakfast with Steve, of course, he had become your new…he didn't even know. Was he still your boyfriend or your fiancé? It didn't matter you had slept with Steve and yet he was still allowed to be your friend, but not him. It was partially his fault. Chrissy had him on a tight leash and he allowed it, slowly distancing himself from you. In the end choosing her over all the years he had with you. Not only had he let you down, but he also failed his mama's wish of you and him being together.  If she was alive today he'd never hear the end of it. Matter of fact he knows without a doubt she would have set something up to make sure you both fell in love with each other. He just can't fathom that he let her down. 

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 Your bright laugh carried throughout the diner, gracing Eddie's ears as he admired you from outside.  You looked as beautiful as ever, a natural glow from within despite the gloom that covered Hawkins. Eddie sat in his car watching as you devoured pancake after pancake, seeing you lick the sweet maple syrup off your fingers took him down memory lane. He thought about that night often, in the shower when Wayne wasn't home to hear your name leave his lips as he fisted his cock. Almost slipped your name a few times when he was with Chrissy, she had called you a whore, which made no sense since he could barely feel a thing with her, it was like throwing a hotdog down a hallway. 

Eddie watches as Steve holds you by the waist, guiding you to his car making sure you don't slip on the wet pavement. Eddie lowers himself in his seat, hiding as you both walk closer to his car, Chrissy's car. 

"Is my little angel satisfied? Or are you still hungry?" Steve asked, as he helped you out of your coat. 

"Satisfied." You smile. 

Eddie rolls his eyes as he hears Steve give you a big wet exaggerated kiss, punctuating the Mwah. 

Yeah, Steve was still your boyfriend. He was happy for you, genuinely happy. But what Eddie didn't see was that Steve didn't kiss you on the lips. No. Steve leaned down, hands delicately holding your hips as he playfully kissed your tiny swollen belly, only visible once he had taken your coat off. Eddie and the rest of your friends had no idea. Not a single clue.  

The following month you left Hawkins for sunny California, thinking you'd never go back to the state of heartbreak, only to return 3 years later. 

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"Hello?"

"Eddie! She's back." 

'Honey, who is it?' 

"Wrong number Chrissy, go back to bed." 

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"Where is she?" 

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"With Steve."

Tagging those from my previous fic:

@lady-munson @tlclick73 @edsforehead @hideoutside @kissmejoey @amira0303 @luv-flor7777

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Hide and Seek Part 2

Warning: It gets dark towards the end read at your own discretion.

You didn't know how long you were held here the hours all melted together into one miserable nightmare.

The nauseating smell of the cabin he held you in became all too familiar to you.

You would have run away much earlier if not for the mangled state of your leg.

The wounds had healed leaving behind four long gashes that scarred your foot.

You were lucky to be able to walk again given the trap went through your flesh narrowly missing the bone encased within.

Your captor on the other hand was more than happy to help you around it was sickening

how much he dotted on you.

The way he would continue to carry you around even though you were well enough to walk around by yourself.

You didn't really have a say in the matter you were his little bunny his pet to do as he pleased and he made sure you were aware of your place.

The days he would take you down to the basement of the cabin. As he opened the hatch leading down the stench of death assaulted your nose the metalic stench clung to the air seeping into your clothes the smell would often linger even once you were out of the hell pit he called a basement where he kept the bodies of his victims.

He prepared to hunt them down like animals

Which ever unlucky hiker was unfortunate enough to cross his path.

He was methodical in his actions.

He would taunt them.

Toying with them it gave him some sick kind of pleasure seeing the looking of fear in their eyes when they realise that they aren't alone but they can't make who or what exactly is keeping them company.

He would saviour the moments as his prey slowly start to lose their minds at every little snap of a twig or a chrip of a bird.

The cherry on top was when they realised that they weren't going to make it out alive.

He loved watching the light die out of their eyes as they took their last breath.

It was sick sadistic game he liked to play.

He would near them then move away creating distance in a pathetic attempt to give them hope that they just might get away only to crush it in an instant as they got trapped in his web.

He did the same with you as well but you realised that he treated you as more of a pet rather than prey occasionally even using you as bait to lure in unsuspecting idiots.

But never let them get too close to you.

In a way he was protective of your growing fond of you as the time passed.

It sure didn't fell that way to you.

In your mind you were just another one of his play things kept around to amuse him when he was bored.

There were ocassional moments of tenderness amongst the violence that you shared.

When he would brush out and braid your hair before you slept or when he would of so gentle massage in lotion onto your skin leaving behind a faint scent of strawberries his personal favourite was when he would cuddle up to you by the fire place as you read to him.

In these moments he didn't seem like the monster he truly was.

In the faint glow of the fire his feathers appeared softer than they were an almost angelic gentleness to them. As he hummed as you read occasionally reaching up to place with your fingers resting his head on your lap as he guided your hand to brush over his head gently massaging his scalp.

The situation you were almost seemed normal.

To a person looking in from a window both of you almost seemed like a couple in love.

Even though that was the farthest thing from reality.

Maybe you had started to lose your mind as well.

When you looked down on his face his features relaxed as he was asleep in your lap.

You couldn't clearly make out what you felt for him was it anger for having killed your friends and holding you hostage, was it fear after witnessing what he was capable of or was it a third more dreadful thing love. Had he really broken you so badly that you had begun to care for him. The mere thought of that sent chills down your spine.

If you loved him you were no better than him.

No you couldn't let him get the best of you

You had to escape of atleast try to.

By now you had familiarised yourself with his patterns.

Most days when the weather was good he would go out for a couple of hours to collect fire wood and supplies.

That was your window of opportunity.

If you played your cards right that would give you a window of time short enough to escape or make it far enough to escape.

As long as your plan worked.

Most days he went out he would chain you up in the basement.

When he was at home he let you roam around upstairs if you were good.

Before he left you forced yourself to throw up convincing him that it was just a stomach bug and that you could use with some fresh air.

He let you stay upstairs given how sickly you looked.

You had become weak in his imprisonment loosing your appetite and and sleep resulting in deep bags under your eyes.

He knew that you couldn't really take getting sicker so he let you stay in your room.

Locking up the cabin as he drove his truck out into town to stock up for supplies.

As you saw his truck move further out of sight.

He slowly slipped out from under the covers.

Grabbing the ice pick up had stolen from the basement on one of your visits down

Angling it to the the end of the glass striking it till it shattered.

The opening was small enough for you to squeeze through but the shards of glass.

Cut into your skin as you worked your way out of the cabin.

You didn't know where to go but one thing was sure you had to make it as far away as you possibly could from this hell hole.

Picking a direction you ran .

The farther the distance the greater the chance of your escape.

Your could fell the twigs and leaves scraping at your skin.

While you felt fire in the muscles of your legs as the propelled you forward. Followed by the stabbing sensation on the side of your body.

Your body was shutting down.

The captivity he had subjected you to had taken a toll on your body making you weak.

The breath shortening in your body.

You had been running for a while now surely you could take a couple of minutes to gather your and slow down your breath.

Well that was your second mistake.

The first was tripping the motion sensors that he had hidden around the cabin and the trees surrounding the area.

He knew you had ran the second you lept out the window.

He just let you run because he found it amusing.

Watching his little bunny hop around in hopes of freedom only for him to hunt you down and devour you whole.

It was almost nostalgic reminded him of the night he had taken you the first time.

The image of your fear struck face was etched in his mind.

He got giddy with excitement each time he remembered it.

But this little cat and mouse game was getting drawn out a little too much.

Living in the woods he has memorized every turn he knew it like the back of his palm.

It was only a matter of time before he found you.

When he caught up to your steps were faltering your pace slowed by fatigue.

He watched you stagger around like a predator watching it's prey.

Enjoying watching the struggle of his prey.

Turning a corner taking a shortcut he stood concealed in the trees.

Watching as you ran right into his arms.

Before you could even turn around as you recognised his face staring right back at you.

His hands reached out in a bone crushing grip.

Another shooting up to your scalp dragging right back to where you came from.

Your pleas of desperation begging him to loosen his grip fell onto deaf ears as he dragged you across the forest floors.

A string of apologies followed it was like you were experiencing the five stages of greif as he dragged you back.

Finally accepting defeat as you could see the border of his cabin in sight.

Once inside he flug you onto the group your head colliding with the hardwood floor letting out a sickening crack.

You could feel warm liquid ooze out wetting your hair.

Your vision bluring out as the white hot pain seared through your skull.

You were about to pass out.

As you felt the back of his hand connect to your cheeks pulling you back into consciousness.

"Don't you go blacking out on me now sweetheart. You have a whole night of pain ahead of you.

If you are good maybe a little pleasure too.

Everything was going so well."

At this point he had you pinned beneath him straddling your hips rendering you motionless beneath him.

You let out a string of apologies to appease him.

He just looked down at you with hidden eyes holding nothing but anger.

" Why did you have to ruin it bunny.

I let you live , I gave you a place to stay , food to eat and how do you repay me?.

By being an ungrateful brat.

How about I give you a little brat of your own.

To bind you with me forever.

I've been thinking about it a lot lately. You would look so pretty all swollen.

I bet you'd make a great mother.

We could have a few little brats run around sound fun right?.

You and me and our little family."

The realisation left you petrified. You were never going to make it out of here alive.

Forever bound to this maniac.

Just another one of his victims but unlike the others who died quickly he would torture you for the rest of your miserable little life.

You heard his belt hit the ground bringing you back to reality this time it wasn't like the times he had taken you before which were tender and almost loving.

No this time he was on a mission he barely even looked at you as tears ran down your face only occasionally looking up to wipe them away and to whisper insults in your ear about how stupid you had been trying to run away.

A dumb bunny will always fall prey to the sly fox.

The slick between your legs doing nearly nothing to ease his entry as he split you open with his girthy manhood.

Jack hammering into your swollen cunt.

His hand roaming your body ripping off any fabric that hid your skin from him leaving you naked as the cold nipped at your skin.

He placed warm kisses on your exposed skin devouring it like a man who had been starved for days.

Leaving behind purplish brusies.

His other hand rubbing circles around your clit.

Until you were about to come undone for him.

He engulfed your mouth in a sloppy kiss swallowing your moans as you came around him.

You could feel his own pace begging to falter as his thrust because sloppy and desperate.

Letting himself go with a grown still not stopping even after he came determined to make sure his cum coated your insides.

The over stimulation making you shiver as he made sure you were full of him.

He moved off you and collapsed beside you.

" I think that did the trick. What do you think bunny. Feeling full yet. Im sure you can take a couple more loads.

We have the whole night to see just how much you can take."

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sunoo as your boyfriend!

(soft moments with him)

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➶ smiling slowly while you’re talking to him *ೃ༄

Sunoo never really tried to hide his smile whenever he saw you. It could be seeing you after a long time or just a short while, your presence seemed to make everything much better than usual, so to express his joy he wore the brightest smile, to the point his cheeks slightly hurt. His smile held so many emotions and feelings for you it somehow made you feel butterflies, the way his eyes were fixated on you only added fuel to the fire in your heart. Your passions in different fields helped him get to know you from a completely different side.

For the first few minutes of your monologue, you didn’t even realize him staring at you. His unusually silent state made you suspect something. You took a look at his expression that showed nothing but pure love and interest in every word you said, all of this topped by the smile that spread on his face.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” you asked quite oblivious.

“I love it when you’re talking so passionately about stuff,” he confessed, not even a flicker of embarrassment or sheepiness in his voice.

You couldn’t say that about yourself though. His words made you a blushing mess, and you didn’t even have the guts to cover it in any way.

“Please continue, lovely.”

➶ buying matching pajamas *ೃ༄

Matching your outfits was one of the unavoidable parts of your relationship with Sunoo. Of course, you didn’t opose to those ideas, though the more you got serious about each other the more similar outfits he got for you. And when the content of your wardrobe almost crushed your body, you noticed half of the matching pieces are in fact pajamas that you saw for the first time in your life. Thinking about it for a while you wandered if something has slipped through the cracks of your memory, but no matter how hard you tried to recall getting those you failed miserably, leaving no other suspects than your lovely boyfriend.

“Sun?” you called, eyes still fixed on the pile of clothes.

Hearing his coming footsteps you turned around and saw his form, an innocent and questioning look painting his face. That expression disappeared though, as soon as he saw the star of the show.

“What are those?” you asked softly, smile creeping on your face from the look on his face.

He scratched the back of his neck, still scanning the amount of big onesies and two-pieces he had bought throughout your relationship.

“I didn’t realize we had this many already,” he said sheepishly.

“Gosh, it’s so many we could sleep in different ones for a few weeks!” you exclaimed after estimating the enormous amount of pajamas.

“You’re totally right. We should put that to good use!”

➶ braiding your hair gently *ೃ༄

Having an older sister Sunoo not only had his hair get done by her, but he also had a great oppourtunity to learn how to braid and do other hairstyles. Now you had your personal hairstyllist just for yourself. He often asked you if you have a minute for him to try out a hairdo tutorial he saw. Him braiding your hair every night before jumping into soft bedsheets was a cherry on top of your day. His fingers would brush through your locks ever so gently, making an effort to not hurt your scalp and let a single hair strand fall off your head.

You sat with your legs crossed on your bed as Sunoo kneeled behind you so that he had a clear view of your head.

“Sun, it doesn’t have to be so precise, it’s gonna be ruined by the morning,” you said when you felt how neatly he braided your strands.

“No, Y/nie, it has to be done perfectly for my perfect partner,” he spoke and planted a sweet kiss on the crown of your head.

As soon as he finished tying your hair you tilted your head back to face him. Gently cupping your cheeks he leaned in and kissed first your forehead, nose, and then finally lips.

➶ talking for hours without getting bored *ೃ༄

Starting a long conversation with Sunoo didn’t belong to hard tasks, as he found it easy to talk about anything. Nothing was a taboo topic for him, making him the perfect partner to talk about various topics. What was hard though, was stopping him from continuing talking. Not that you complained though, you loved how excited he looked whenever he spoke with passion. Problems started when you started to hear birds chirping, after what was supposed to be an evening chat before sleep.

You listened to Sunoo’s voice as it resounded in your bedroom, now listening his point of view. When he stopped to finally take a sip of water and the room fell silent, the sound of bird’s song was heard from outside your windows. You looked at each other in shock, eyes wide from the unexpected sound.

“We didn’t talk for that long, did we?” he started doubting his ears.

You reached your hand to the nightstand, where your phone was recharging. Unlocking it you showed him the clock that showed glorious 4:30 in the morning.

“I guess we did.” You smiled and watched as he did the same. “Good thing it’s Saturday, otherwise both of us would be screwed at work,” you laughed and a sudden wave of sleepiness overwhelmed your eyelids.

“I didn’t even realize we talked for that long,” he confessed. “But I guess we should sleep now.” He yawned as he laid next to you, looking directly into your eyes.

➶ remembering small details about you *ೃ༄

Sunoo’s memory seemed to be endless, as he remembered all the small details like your usual order, shoe and ring size, hated cereal, and even the slightest icks. Anything you told him he somehow managed to remember, what sometimes brought confusion, since you didn’t recall telling him about certain things. He would then continue your whole story just to prove not only that you already told him about it, but to make you feel listened to.

“And then when she found out it was me who got it right…”

“She didn’t want to give you bonus points for your test,” Sunoo finished what you were saying about your history teacher.

You looked at him confused and then it hit you.

“I had already told you that, right?” you pursed your lips together.

“Yeah you did,” he smiled. “But you also then told me you had a similar situation with your maths teacher. You were supposed to tell me that but we had no time,” he reminded you.

He watched as your face lit up when you remembered the unfinished story and started your talk again.

➶ getting you flowers once the previous ones finished blossoming *ೃ༄

Thinking of it as a duty to put a smile on your face with his actions and just finding joy in bringing you happiness, giving you flowers seemed like a perfect option for Sunoo. Whenever the ones he bought you previously finished blossoming he had a sign it was time to buy another bouqet. He never scrimped on them so everytime you had to put them in the biggest vase you had.

“Hi lovely, I’m back!” you heard your boyfriend’s voice along with your front door closing.

You stood up from the couch to give him a kiss and spoke: “I was about to call you. what took you so long?” you didn’t need any answer from him, as you noticed a fresh bouqet of alstroemerias, one of your favorite flowers.

“Sun…” You took flowers from him and looked at them dearly. “I should’ve known better,” you said remembering that you had to throw out the last bouquet yesterday since almost every petal fell off.

“Most beautiful flowers for the most beautiful person I know,” he said and raised your head by the chin and slowly kissed your lips.

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