#the time she was pissed was because it was like a stranger at a clothing store and i pointed out to her how nice that was of them

[vivwritesfics]

Slow Down, You're Gonna Crash

Chapter Two

Summary: Being a Verstappen means realising that you'll never be as good as her brother. She knew it. That was why she ran away to California. Of course, she's gonna fall for the older, naval aviator. And, of course, it pisses her family off.

Bradley Bradshaw x F1!Driver Reader

Warnings: Allusions to smut

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She'd woken up in a good mood. For the first time since her contract had ended, she woke up in a good mood.

Maybe it was because she'd been fucked so good the night before. Maybe it was because this six foot something Adonis still had his strong arms wrapped around her, breath against the back of her neck as he squeezed her.

The night must have been the best sex of her life. It was something she knew she'd never forget. No matter who else she ended up sleeping with after this, she'd always be picturing Bradley, picturing the way he squeezed his eyes shut as he came, strong arms only temporarily releasing their hold on her.

When she woke up, she tried to crawl out of his hold. But Bradley, this older stranger who doubled as some kind of sex God, tightened his hold on her. Holy fuck, she'd never had a one night stand that didn't want her to sneak out as soon as she woke up. Some didn't even want her spending the night.

(That's what you get when you fool around with boys instead of men).

His moustached lips pressed a kiss to the back of her neck. "Good morning," he said in a gorgeously raspy voice. He tightened his arms around her, pulling her into his chest.

"Your bed is definitely better than the motel I've been staying in," she whispered as she played with his hands as he kept them wrapped around her middle.

Bradley let out a hum, no doubt wearing a grin. "I'll make a better breakfast than the motel, too," he promised and released her from his hold.

"Breakfast?" She couldn't stop the way her voice squeaked at that. She'd never been asked for breakfast after spending the night before. It was just another reminder that Bradley was a man, a man who knew how to treat a lady right.

He released her, and she hated the way she missed his strong arms around her. He stood up, grabbed his underwear from the floor, and pulled them up his strong legs. Holy shit, there was no way this man was human. He was just too perfect.

She sat up and stretched, letting the blanket fall away from her body. Bradley watched. He didn't want to be creepy, or stare, but he couldn't help it. He'd seen her body last night, watched the way she moved as she rode his cock, bouncing beautifully. But, even after all of that, he still couldn't get enough.

And it wasn't like this was anything other than a one night stand. He'd never see her again, right? So, there really was no harm in him staring. And, by the way she caught his eye, Bradley could only assume that she didn't mind.

She looked to her left, at the nightstand. "You put my phone on charge?" She asked as she picked it up. Her phone hadn't had full battery in weeks and, now that it did, it was only a matter of time before it started ringing again.

Bradley gave her clothes, a shirt and a pair of shorts, and went to go and make breakfast while she got changed. Once she was dressed (in the naval academy shirt that smelled so much like him she could have drowned in it), she grabbed her phone.

Too many missed calls to count. Almost all of them were from her brother, but a couple were from her father. She had some from her friends, from her manager and trainer, too. But at least ninety percent of them were from her older brother.

As she held the phone in her hands. It began ringing. His face popped up on the screen. Since she'd fled to the USA, she'd been ignoring her brothers calls. But now, after the good mood Bradley had put her in, she was much more inclined to pick up.

"Holy shit," he said when she put the phone up to her ear. Except, he didn't say it in English. He said it in Dutch, but this writer does not speak Dutch. "I've been calling for weeks! Where the fuck are you?"

"Calm down," she replied quickly, her head falling into her hand. That good mood of hers was quickly disappearing, instead being replaced by a headache. "It doesn't matter where I am. I just wanted you to know I'm not dead."

Max let out a scoff. "I know you're in the States."

A scowl immediately crossed her face. "Fucking Daniel," she muttered. Daniel, the man that had taken her job and let her hide out at his place in Los Angeles. The man who's car she had technically stolen and taken on a road trip across the states. The man who had ratted her out to her brother and, no doubt, her father.

"He's worried about you," Max replied. "Everybody on the grid is. They say you haven't spoken to any of them since the contract announcement."

She laid back on the bed, the scent of Bradley surrounding her. It was so incredibly comfortable and served to calm her down just a little bit. "So what if I haven't? I haven't spoken to you, or dad, or any of our siblings," she said, unwilling to list of the names of the football team of kids their father was trying to create.

"Have you at least spoken to your mother?" Max asked, his voice surprisingly patient. It was a side of Max the rest of the world didn't get to see. In this moment he wasn't Max the F1 driver, he was Max the big brother.

The laugh that left her lips was bitter. "No, Max. I haven't." She practically spat the words out. "Can I go now? This guy is making me breakfast."

"What guy?"

"It's not any of your business, Max."

He let out another scoff. "Fine, whatever. Have fun, be safe. Don't get any diseases."

"You're an asshole."

The call was ended after that. She might have put it down on Max, he might have put it down on her. It was hard to tell. Her head hit the pillow and she took a moment to look up at the ceiling. She'd woken up from a night of incredible rest and she was already exhausted. Conversations with Max always took it out of her.

Leaving her phone on the bed, she got up and walked out of the bedroom. She headed down the stairs, following the smell of sizzling sausages until she reached the kitchen.

It was a sight like no other, seeing Bradley shirtless at the stove as he buttered toast and cooked sausages and eggs. It was the first thing thing she'd eaten this whole trip that her trainer wouldn't kill her over (even if it still was incredibly unhealthy).

"Have you got any other plans while you're here?" He asked as he placed food in front of her.

She shrugged her shoulders as she began eating. "I don't really do plans," she mumbled between bites of toast. "I just... go where the wind takes me."

Bradley sat opposite her. Even sitting down, he dwarfed her. "Is there any chance of you sticking around in San Diego?" He asked as he sipped his coffee.

A laugh bubbled up from her throat. "You know, most hook ups don't want somebody to stick around after they've fucked," she said and finished her breakfast (Bradley couldn't help but notice she still had half a plate left when she pushed it away, but he didn't comment on it).

He wiped the coffee away from his moustache. "Hooking up is a young man's game," he mumbled. "Well, if you decide to stay for a while, you know where to find me."

She looked up at him through her lashes and blinked slowly, in a sultry manner. Bradley couldn't take his eyes off of her, his shorts becoming significantly tighter. "And, if I can't find you?"

Bradley grabbed his phone from the counter top. She couldn't help but watch as he put in his passcode (One, two, three, four. If that didn't show his age, she wasn't sure what did). He passed it to her, letting her put in her number. As soon as she passed the phone back, Bradley sent her a text. "There," he said. "Now you can reach me any time."

She couldn't hide her grin. But then she looked at the rather large clock above his sink. "I should probably get out of your hair," she said, standing up.

"I'll drive you," he said and stood up.

As soo as they were dressed, Bradley helped her into the Bronco (something she could very easily get used to), and drove her to The Hard Deck, at her request.

"You know," he had said while he drove her. "If you stick around, I could show you some pretty cool places."

She couldn't help but smile. "I might just take you up on that."

He pulled upside the McLaren parked outside of The Hard Deck. "Thank you, Rooster," she said and leaned over to place a kiss on his cheek.

He watched as she got out of the Bronco and climbed into the McLaren parked next to him. It was almost comical, the way he pulled his aviators down to reveal his wide eyes.

Who the hell was this girl?

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[jaxonkreide]

Warum sagt deine Mutter nicht "Gesundheit" und ist dann sauer wenn Andere es sagen?! Ist die immer so oder nur bei dieser einen speziellen Sache?? o_o

(Frage in Bezug zu meinen tags in diesem reblog)

Keine Ahnung, warum sie kein Gesundheit sagt, aber ich hab ihr schon mehrmals in der Vergangenheit gesagt, dass ich es schön fände wenn sie es sagt? Einmal hat sie die Ausrede rausgeholt, dass ich doch komisch niese und sie denkt, es wäre ein Husten (sie sagt es aber auch nicht wirklich zu anderen und andere haben kein Problem damit mein Niesen zu erkennen lmao ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

Sie ist nicht wirklich sauer, wenn andere es sagen? Ich glaub, wenn andere es sagen fällt ihr nur auf, dass sie es selbst nicht macht und is deshalb eher mies gelaunt? Die Emotionen sind wahrscheinlich eher auf sie selbst gerichtet, weshalb sie mal ein bisschen davon angepisst war. Aber ich hab sie nie näher danach gefragt. Ich sage ihr lieber, dass ich es gerne hätte, wenn sie mir mal Gesundheit sagen würde, als das ich frage, ob sie tiefere Gründe dahinter hat, es nicht zu sagen :/ Man denkt, dass so ne kleine Nettigkeit nicht schwer wäre aber bleghhh scheint schon so zu sein?

Zugegebenermaßen vergisst sie oft solche Art von Sachen 💀 Ich kann ihr noch so oft sagen, sie solle mich doch bitte als ihr "Kind" anstatt von "Sohn" vorstellen und sie kriegt es trotzdem nicht hin. Hat sogar neulich, als wir wo offizieles waren, wo ich meinen Ausweis zeigen musste, "Tochter" gesagt anstatt "Kind" 💀 Ist es soooo schwer ein geschlechtsneutrales Wort zu sagen??

Aber ne, sie sonst nicht wirklich sauer, wenn andere Leute besseres Benehmen haben als sie. Ich habs nur gerne, wenn mir Gesundheit gesagt wird und sie sagt es nie, außer andere sagen es zuerst, warum auch immer das so is :/

#ask te jaxon #anon #ich wollte gerade schlafen gehen (wir gucken nicht auf die Uhr) und noch nen bisschen tumblr scrollen #und sehe dann diese frage #saß hier gute 10 minuten oder mehr am überlegen wie verdammt ich man nochmal deutsch schreibt #es ist jahre her das ich was größeres auf deutsch geschrieben habe lmaooo #my mom's just weirddddd #i dunno why she feels competitive or smth only after other people said it to me first #the time she was pissed was because it was like a stranger at a clothing store and i pointed out to her how nice that was of them #that was the time she also told me my sneezing sounds like coughing #i have a lot of voice related issues stemming from my mom to friends comments and also dysphoria #and sneezing is still a noise i make with my mouth so like?? constantly having sneezes ignored when with her is not;; #the healthiest for my mind lmao #i sneeze often too so my frustration builds up pretty fast towards that when visiting her #sorry i switched to english in the tags it's more comfortable for me especially online writing in german is so hard 💀 #native language who german is so hard lmao

[demieyesore]

You - Theodore Nott

Currently listening to Hollywood undead while I write this fanfic, anyways I’m a big whore (unfortunately) and I see that currently my poll is around the same votes for Mattheo and Theo…so this one will be for Theo (since my first fanfic was for Mattheo) and then my next fanfic after this one will be Mattheo x Reader x Theo bc I absolutely love men and poly relationships‼️

Summary - Theo notices someone being too handsy with GN!Reader in class and gets possessive

Warnings / Mentions - Reader is not in a specific house, no use of Y/n, kind of strangers to lovers? Reader is friends with the golden trio, Harry is the one being touchy, Possessive!Theo, Yandere!Theo, Stalker!Theo (but doesn’t really mention anything creepy except claiming the Reader)

I am willing to make a smutty part two of this if anyone wants it and I hope y’all recognize what I’m loosely referencing in this fic at the end LOL

Requested - No

POV - 1st person

Word Count - 1979

I fiddle with my tie, trying to re-adjust the cloth as it hangs loosely around my neck. I had originally loosened it because it had gotten really hot in the class room but that can be expected when you’re working on potions from time to time.

Harry was assigned to be my potions partner. Ron and Hermione were sat next to us as we read off all the needed ingredients.

Harry begins listing the items while counting them on his fingers in 3s. Once he’s mesmerized part of the ingredients, his eyes drift towards me. His eyebrow quirks up when he sees me struggling with my tie.

Immediately he forgets the stuff we need as he reaches over to my tie, gently removing my hands from the area as he re-adjusts it for me. A small blush forms on my face at how close he has gotten. I can very easily see his scar up close and how his glasses are settled on his nose.

Has he always been this pretty?

As if on command, his hands drop from my tie. I look down at his hands and back up as he gives me a cute but awkward looking smile.

The kind of smile you give someone when you realize just how close you are before moving away.

Harry stands and goes to grab the ingredients.

Hermione smiles at me with a grin that just screams, “I told you he liked you.”

I roll my eyes at her, watching as Ron fucks up something in their potion, causing his eyes to go wide. Hermione’s attention is redirected as she hits the back of his head, pushing him over to fix whatever he’s done.

As I wait for Harry, I look around the room. Some people are already done with their potions, some are restarting. And by restarting, I mean that Seamus’ is covered with dust and his hair is everywhere.

Well now I know why it’s so hot in here.

My eyes wander next to him to see the next table of students. At this table, Blaise Zabini and Theodore Nott are sitting and just talking.

Looks like they’ve finished their potion.

I realize that Theo is looking at me and quickly look away.

I’ve talked to him a few times before but I really tried to stay away from his friend group. Except Enzo and Blaise, they’re really the only two I get along with well.

Being friends with the golden trio is nice but that just means that Draco’s friend group bitches about it all the damn time.

Harry walks back over, holding a tray in one hand with everything we need. He stands behind me, placing his free hand on my shoulder as he leans over me in order to place the tray on the table.

My eyes widen as a reaction at the touch. It’s not necessarily a touch that most people would think about however, I wasn’t used to people being physical with me.

#TouchStarved, I think to myself before cracking a smile at my own humor.

Theo and Blaise’s table is right behind where Hermione and Ron are sitting so I furrow my eyebrows when I see Theo staring directly at me still.

Ah shit he looks pissed.

I avoid eye contact with him because we all know that a mad Slytherin really isn’t someone you want to be around. Although I can’t help but wonder if he’s pissed at me for something. I never talk to his friends though so there shouldn’t be any problem.

I brush it off as Harry begins speaking.

“Alright. Um- could you hand me that knife?” I nod at his question, grabbing the blade next to me and handing it to him. He nods in appreciation.

Soon enough the potion is done and was a great success. Harry and I were really happy with how it turned out since this would be very important for our grade.

Harry and I smiled at each other and raised our arms, celebrating the victory. Harry’s hands make contact with mine in a double high five. At this I smile even bigger, entwining our hands before he pulls away.

We begin laughing as Ron groans, upset with how his potion was turning out. Hermione rolled her eyes before grinning at the Potter boy and I.

Harry had the greatest idea of standing up from his stool and pulling me to stand with him. Our hands were still locked as he began to make me dance with him. At first we were doing the waltz that we were taught for the Yule ball but after he spinned me, I came back to him and instead of having our hands together, he settled for placing his hands on my hips.

He began using his hands to guide my hips in a very different dance than the waltz.

My hands were around his neck as my hips swayed from the pressure of his hands. And honestly if we were at a party this would seem extremely sexual, but since it’s just Harry and I, it’s platonic fun.

Although it definitely brought yet another blush to my face, but I was like 100% sure that Harry didn’t like me. I think he’s just a very physical person when he becomes close with people.

The Professor looks over at us, staring us down as we both laugh before scrambling away from each other. Rushing to sit down before we got yelled at.

Once the Professor looks away, a note flies over and hits Harry in the glasses. He picks up the note with his eyebrows tensed in confusion. We both look over from where it came from and it was definitely from Theodore Nott.

The only way I could be sure is when I saw him motion for Harry to read the note.

I watch as Harry reads over the words. Clearly becoming more and more confused, stealing glances between me and the note.

“What is it? What’s it say?” I vocalize, inquisitively.

He shakes his head as if he were clearing an echa sketch. But instead of a drawing, he was clearing his thoughts.

“Ah- um- it’s nothing really.” Harry stutters, licking his bottom lip. Which I’ve become aware is one of his nervous signals.

His eyes connect with Theodore, who in return stares back. His stare is clearly more frightening since he has what I like to call “dead eyes”.

Those eyes are absolutely gorgeous but when the light fades from them when he’s pissed, it’s the most terrifying thing.

I make eye contact with Hermione, having a conversation with just our eyes. Asking about what’s happening seeing as the two boys look like they’re holding back to urge to jump the tables and punch each other in the face.

Granger shrugs.

I quickly try to gain control of the situation again by calling the brunettes name. “Harry?”

“Hm?” Instead of breaking eye contact with Nott, he just makes a hum of acknowledgment.

“What’s wrong? What did the note say?” I whisper to him, trying to cover our chat from Theodore.

Potter doesn’t make an effort to say anything, instead he throws the note in front of me to read. I pick up the note and begin reading from left to right.

“Back off from what I’ve been trying to claim.” Is the only sentence written on the piece of parchment.

My mouth drops open in surprise, my mind immediately drawing the dots together like Stiles does in teen wolf.

Man he’s a smart character. But also really stupid.

I get off track with my thinking, refocusing on the important thing at hand.

But honestly, I don’t care all that much. Is that a bad thing?

Now that I know why they’re both death glaring at each other, I can only feel my stomach erupt into butterflies.

I crumple up the note, trying to be sly as I slip it into my pocket but I see as Harry’s jaw clenches and Theo now has a shit eating grin on his face.

It lasts for a couple more seconds before Potter breaks eye contact first, scoffing at the Slytherin. Harry stands abruptly and turns to leave the classroom. Ron following after him as I hear the ginger exclaim, “Bloody hell mate!”

Hermione and I look at each other again, an expression on our faces that is making it very evident that we both thought that was attractive.

Like oh my god, two guys getting jealous and possessive over me.

Perhaps it is wrong to find it attractive but I love feeling wanted.

Class soon ends after that, Harry and Ron never returning back for anything. Hermione is left to pick up after them while I exit the class. Hermione agreed to cleaning up, knowing that my next class is basically across the school and with all the moving staircases and students. It’s just torture to arrive on time.

I walk as swiftly as I can, dodging people and walking between random people in order to reach my destination.

But before I reach my class, a hand is promptly placed on my upper back. I look over my shoulder to see Theodore standing tall over me. His hand still resting on the small of my back, showing his possessive and dominant side. Practically towering over me as he guides me over to a private area.

Which happened to be a janitor’s closet. He opened the door and gently but still roughly shoved me inside. He steps in after me, clicking the lock.

I was about to speak up but he cut me off.

“I want to make you mine.” He said with a completely straight face as he put it bluntly. His voice low and deep as he kept eye contact with me.

I froze with my eyes wide as a small smirk formed on his lips.

“What? Cats got your tongue, Amore Mio”

Oh okay that got me a little bit.

I feel a small wave of attraction wash over me, something so intense for just a moment it could visually be seen in my eyes.

“Oh oh ohhhh, you like it when I speak Italian don’t you, Dolcezza?” He inquires, his eyes searching my face for some kind of a reaction as a smile grows on him.

And the answer to that question is 1000% yes but why would I admit that???

Unfortunately my body betrays me as I swallow anxiously, giving him the flustered response he was hoping for.

He could literally be calling me a cunt in Italian and I wouldn’t know except based on his tone but I would still find it attractive.

His captivating eyes look down at my lips as he closes the space between us. He slowly looks back up into my eyes as he gets on his knees in front of me.

Oh I like that too.

Theo grabs my arm gently, placing a kiss on my inner wrist as he still keeps eye contact.

My stomach flips and I shuffle a little closer to him.

“Can I kiss you?” He questions, and holy shit I swear to god if he doesn’t look away I will because his eyes are literally hypnotic.

I nod but it’s not enough for him. His eyes are trained on me, pulling me down to be level with his height.

“Words.” Is all he says. Yet it’s such a powerful thing for me to hear right now.

“Yes, yes you can kiss me.” My face heats up, I turn my head away from him out of embarrassment. But he just grabs my face with his hands, aligning the kiss.

He hovers over my lips for a moment,

“If I wasn’t about to kiss you, I would’ve beat Harry bloody for the way he touched you.”

And just like that, our lips meet.

#slytherin boys #theo nott x y/n #theo nott x you #theodore nott x you #theo nott x reader #theodore nott x reader #yandere theodore nott #theodore nott #harry potter #possessive #stalker #yandere #lorenzo zurzolo

[mattslutt]

MINE

c.sturniolo

includes: smut, oral!female, friends with benefits (kinda), friends with secrets, teasing, pet names, dom!chris, fem!reader.

short summary: you’re always been in a little situationship with chris, meeting up everyday, having sex in secret and pretending that you’re strangers in public but after chris’s team won the tournament he broke the friends with benefits thing.

“Oh- fuck”, Chris breathed out while throwing his head back while I was on top of him, bringing both of us closer to the edge. Once I felt him release inside me i got off of him and licked the juices off.

“Atta girl”, Chris praised me as he grabbed me by the arm and leaned in to kiss me.

“Don’t you need to start getting ready for the tournament?”, I whispered between kisses.

“It can wait”, Chris whispered back, deepening the kiss, I felt his hand sliding up on my chest.

“Not now”, I whispered.

“Yes, now”, Chris groaned.

I pulled away and threw his shirt at him.

“Get ready for the tournament asshole”.

Chris looked at me the whole time as I was putting my clothes back on.

“You’re so beautiful ”.

“Tell that to your girlfriend”.

“You know we broke things off”.

“Doesn’t seem like she thinks that way”.

Chris rolled his eyes as he got off of the bed, starting to get ready for the tournament.

“Are you nervous?”, I asked him.

“Not really, I know my team can win”.

“Okay, well I’m heading out.”

“Wait”, Chris grabbed me by the arm before I was able to leave.

“What?”.

“Will you be at the tournament? You know the the final, it’s important to me.”

“Don’t worry, your girlfriend will be there to cheer you on”.

“She’s not my girlfriend and I want you to be there.”

“You already got what you wanted. Sex before your big match. I think that’s enough.”

“I want you everywhere with me.”.

I looked at him and deeply sighed.

“Don’t you think how weirdly everyone would react when they’ll see me with you?”.

“I really don’t give a fuck on what people will think”, he whispered as his hands were softly trailing around my waist.

I breathed out as I backed away.

“I’ll think about it, bye for now”.

“Bye”.

At the tournament

I did arrive at the tournament because deep down I wanted to. I wanted to see how good he looks in his hockey clothing. I arrived earlier so I could catch up with Chris before his match but I saw him laughing with his team and his supposedly ex girlfriend standing very close to him. His arm was wrapped around her. I don’t know why I get so jealous when me and him are nothing. We’re just fucking for fun. At least that’s what he said a while ago.

He doesn’t know I’ve been having feelings for him and I’m not planning on telling him. He saw me from afar as he gave me a smile. I didn’t even notice how he was looking at me, I just walked away without noticing.

I walked into the nearest girls bathroom and started at myself in the mirror. A few minutes later she walked in.

“Hey”.

I turned to look at her and then turned to look at the mirror again, fixing my hair.

“Hi there”.

“Is it okay if I ask you something?”, she asked me with a worried tone.

“Go on”.

“Is everything okay with Chris? I figured that since you’re very close with him you might know what’s happening to him? He’s been acting very cold towards me”.

‘He doesn’t wanna be with you, he tried breaking up with you tons of times but you’re still not understanding the signs cuz you’re blind as fuck’ is what i wanted to say but instead

“I’m not sure. We don’t talk about stuff like that. I’m sure he loves you”, is what I said to her as I stormed out of the bathroom.

I saw more people surrounding the building so I walked into the arena to take my seat. Chris was standing next to the door. He was looking at me but I glanced at him and turned away. I was pissed and jealous. I was tired of pretending like I don’t feel anything back. I wonder if feels the same.

I saw the teams entering the ice arena and everyone was cheering and screaming loudly, especially to Chris obviously because he was the captain. I saw her again, sitting not so far away from me. She was smiling and cheering him. I started to feel like shit and so guilty because she has no idea what i’ve done with Chris plenty of times. That would destroy her and I’m trying to imagine myself in her place, I would feel the same way. I just hope that Chris will break it off with her for real in a nice way because I don’t want her getting hurt.

The game was going on for about an hour now and the teams were tied up and everybody was screaming so much. The winning goal was given to Chris. All the people surround me were loosing their minds and I know the pressure Chris was feeling. He bend down to his knees for a few seconds and he turned to the audience sight. His eyes met mine. I could see how nervous he was. I nodded to him and mouthed him

“You can do it”.

I swear, in this moment I could feel everything around me stop, like it was just me and him, having our moment. I snapped out of it quickly tho, noticing him nodding back and him holding his hockey stick firmly. He tricked the other team into spinning around in circles and him landing the puck straight into the middle of the gate. Absolutely everybody went wild, cheering. Chris was raised to the top by his team and all of them shouted “chris” at the same time. I got up and tried getting through the crowd only for her to stop again. I saw her eyes were teary and she was mad.

“What’s wrong?”, I asked her.

“I saw that little eye contact you had with Chris, I wondered why he wasn’t looking to my direction. I know everything..”,

My heart dropped because she was never meant to find out this way.

“Chris said he was gonna talk to you soon, im sorry you found out this way”.

She just looked at me and sighed.

“Look, next time, promise me that you won’t lie if you end up in situations like this. Tell the truth to the girl if the boyfriend is lying”.

I just looked at her because I felt guilty.

She softly smiled and leaned in to hug me.

“Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too”, we both laughed it off. We quickly gave each other our phone numbers and she left the game. I saw people were leaving except the teams friends, families, girlfriends.

I tried leaving and I almost did but I heard my name.

“Chris is waiting for you”.

I turned my head and I saw Chris next to the door, I walked down the stairs and walked closer to him. He was looking at me, placing his hand on my cheek and softly playing with my hair. I slowly took off the helmet off of him and placed it on the chair. He looked so fucking good. The wet, messy hair.

“You’re so cute when you look up at me with those doe eyes of yours”.

“Yeah well I can’t change my height.”

“Sexy and feisty. Can’t get enough of you”, and with that he leaned in to kiss me in front of his whole fucking teammates. I didn’t care at that moment because this kiss felt real, because he officially broke the “friends with benefits”, situation. His whole team was cheering and that’s when I pulled away but Chris leaned me in for a hug.

“I love you, I always did”, I whispered into Chris’s ear. He had to bend down a little to hear me perfectly. Gosh, something about him bending down for me made me weak in the knees.

He smiled at those words and leaned in to kiss me again.

“My place, spend the night please”, Chris whispered between kisses.

“Okay, Christopher”.

“Call me that again”, Chris whispered again.

“I looked up at him as I pulled from the kiss for a few seconds.

“Christopher”, I whispered in a tiny seductive tone.

“Fuck, how did I get so lucky”, Chris placed his hands on my ass and leaned in to kiss me again. I softly giggled and pulled him away.

“Don’to do that here”.

“Everybody needs to know hot my girl is”.

“Go get ready”, I softly punched his shoulders urging him so we could leave this place faster.

Never saw him getting ready this fast, he practically sprung out of the bathroom and fell into my arms.

“You really are something”, I giggled while he was attacking my neck with kisses.

Durning the car ride home it was silent but it was that comfortable silence.

“I broke it off with Camilla”, Chris said out of no where.

I looked at him with a questionable face expression.

“Did you talk to her?”, I asked him.

“Yeah, I thought she left the game before I could talk to her but she was waiting for me next to the bathroom after the game ended”.

“Okay, I talked to her too. She seems hurt.”

“I know. I know. But she pretended to never hear the words when I said that we need to break up so that pissed me off”.

“Well she finally heard you”.

“Yeah.”, Chris sighed.

As we slowly pulled to the driveway Chris parked the car and turned to look at me.

“I want you to know that we’re officially breaking this shitty benefits thing. I want you. Not just for sex. But I wanna know everything about you, I wanna spend every minute with you. I want you everywhere with me”.

I just looked at him and slowly picked up his hand and placed it where my heart beats. It was beating crazy.

Chris just looked at me and smiled, leaning in to kiss me again, this kiss felt real, for the first time it felt real. The kiss kept getting more intense, more heavy, Chris leaned in closer, placing his hand on my face, his breath got heavier and his hands were trailing down around my body.

“I need you so bad right now”, Chris whispered. His tone sounded needy and whiny.

“Not here”, I whispered.

Chris pulled away from the kiss getting out of the car, he walked to my side and opened the door for me. Both of us walked into the house, Matt and Nick were eating dinner in the kitchen. When they saw us Matt immediately walked up to us, giving Chris a hug.

“Congrats on winning the tournament bro”.

“Thanks”.

Matt smiled and then looked at me.

“So I’m guessing you guys made it official?”, Matt asked.

I looked to Chris, I thought that I will have to answer this but Chris answered before I opened my mouth.

“Yes, it’s official”, Chris spoke as he placed a soft kiss on my head.

“That’s cute”, Nick came up to us and gave both of us a hug.

“Well we’re gonna head out”, Matt said.

“What, where?”, I asked.

“Nick wants to see some new movie at the cinema and he’s begging for me to go with him”.

“Okay, have fun”.

“We will, y’all have fun too”, Matt winked at us before leaving the house.

“They left on purpose”.

“Definitely, which gives us the perfect opportunity”, Chris picked me up and placed me onto the kitchen table.

“You really can’t wait, can you?”, I teased him.

“Not when I have the perfect opportunity to please my girl when nobody’s home”.

I smiled at him as he slowly began taking off my shirt as well as I took off his shirt.

He slowly took me into his arms again and took me upstairs, placing me softly onto the bed and kissing all over my neck down to my chest. I breathed heavily not breaking eye contact.

He slowly lowered himself between my thighs, taking off my thong, trailing his fingers around my throbbing clit.

“Fuck-, Chris, please”, I whined.

“Patience pretty, patience.”

Chris slowly licked my folds, low whimpers escaping my mouth, him slowly fastening the peace as my fingers dig into his hair, thrusting my hips into his mouth. He slowly entered his fingers inside, i arched my back digging my fingers deeper into his hair. He threw one of my legs on his shoulders so he would have more access.

I grabbed onto the bed sheets, biting my lower lip trying my best not to let out any sounds.

“Let me hear you ma, i love the sounds you can make with that pretty voice of yours”, Chris teased.

“Don’t fucking stop, oh - my god.”, I whimpered out, throwing my head back.

Chris brought me to the edge making me gasp out loud. He got onto the bed and leaned in to kiss me once again, leaving marks on my neck.

“Slow down there”.

“I’m good, gotta let let everyone know you’re mine”.

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the way i got lazy at the end to write the smut im sorry yall 😞😞been super super busy so please bare with this one. i love you all💗

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#chris sturniolo fanfic #chris sturniolo x you #chris x reader #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo smut #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo fic #smutty smut smut #smut #friend with benefits #mattslutt

[verstappen-cult]

Hi Gwen, I really like your story. Can I ask for a lestappen x reader where they are going out together (shopping or date). Then when Max and Charles leave them for a bit, someone tries to hit on the reader but she's oblivious about it? Thank you!

“You think this would fit me?” You ask Charles, blue dress in hand. “But I want it in green.” Your boyfriend didn’t even have a chance to answer before you turned around, looking for something else. 

“I like how blue looks on you.” Max says, sitting next to an annoyed Charles. 

You’ve been shopping for the upcoming trip you’ve planned for summer break. They were excited to come with you at first, even though you insisted on going alone, so now they have a choice but to follow you around until you find everything you need. 

“That’s just because blue it’s your team color.” Charles huffs, crossing his arms over his chest. “She looks prettier in Ferrari red.”

“Can you stop being so whiny?” Charles sticks his tongue out, leaning against Max. 

“Why don’t we go for something to drink, uh?” Your boyfriend says, wrapping an arm around the Monégasque’s shoulders. “Will you be okay?” 

“Can you get me an Iced Latte, please?” You look at him beneath your lashes as he stands up, dragging Charles with him. 

You decide to try on the blue dress just because Max likes it when you wear blue clothes. On your way to the changing room you spot a red strapless top and you grab it too. Making them happy is that easy. 

In the end, you like both items and there’s no doubt you’ll buy them, but you still want the dress in green. As you get out of the changing room, wanting to ask a saleslady if they have it in other colors, you bump into a young man which causes you to drop the clothes onto the floor. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t see you.” You’re quick to apologize. The stranger looks up from his cellphone, brows furrowed and jaw clenched. However, once he sees you, his expression relaxes and a smirk appears on his face. 

“Don’t worry. It was my fault, I was looking at my phone.” He crouches down in front of you, picking up the clothes. He scans the items very carefully before giving them back to you. “Good choice.”

“Thank you, I really like them.” You say, happy that someone thinks they’re pretty. Maybe he’ll buy them for his girlfriend too. 

“I’m sure you’ll look hot in that dress.”

You don’t know what to say or how to react. Most times you ignore what men say to you, other times you thank them when they have good intentions or you know they're fans that respect you. But this man doesn't give you good vibes, not with the way he’s smiling at you with his eyes running over every curve in your body. 

He takes a step closer, and you want to throw up. What kind of perfume is he using? 

“You can use it on our date.” He says it with so much confidence you want to laugh in his face, but you don’t do it because that wouldn’t be very wise of you. However, you still hear someone laughing behind you. 

You don’t have to turn around to see who it is, you can recognize that laugh anywhere. 

“Who told you she wants to go out with you?” You feel Max’s warm body behind you, his hand finding your waist in a very possessive way.

Charles keeps laughing, which is drawing the attention of everyone in the shop. 

“I’m sorry,” He says, wiping imaginary tears as he stands next to Max. “Does that really work out for you? Because it’s awful, mate.”

“You should really think about changing the way you approach women.” Max’s voice is dripping with venom, and you instinctively lean closer. 

“Waiting for them outside the changing room, really? Pretending to not see her?” Charles is not laughing anymore, he looks pissed. “She’s taken, by the way.”

The stranger looks between Charles and Max, recognition crossing his features. 

“I’m so sorry!” He apologizes, his whole attitude changing in a minute. “I wouldn’t dream of hitting on your girlfriend. Never.”

Max laughs, but ignores him. “Are you done, schatje?” 

“Yes, but I was trying to ask someone if they have it in green when… well.”

“Let’s go see, then.” Max gives you a pat on your ass, making you giggle and walk away from the still very shocked guy. 

“Oh,” Charles says, making you and Max turn around to see what’s happening. He’s a few feet away from the stranger, walking in your direction but looking at the man standing right where you left him. “Think about changing your perfume too. You stink.”

#꒰꒰ 📁 ─ verstappen cult files ꒱꒱ #charles leclerc x reader #max verstappen x reader #lestappen x reader #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #poly!f1 #charles leclerc fluff #max verstappen fluff

[trulyhblue]

If you write for her, I will not be opposed to a Kerstin Casparij one because I have the biggest fattest crush on her. Maybe a fan keeps showing up in the fanzone (an area of the Joie stadium where a selected few are allowed to meet the players, but it's random each time and should make it so its different every time so everyone gets a go.) And nobody knows why she's there or how she keeps getting chosen but the players find it funny and make sure to get round to her every time. But Kerstin always spends a particularly long amount of time with her, until it's revealed that she's pulling strings and getting the girl in every time just so she can see her. (You can either do it where she does it because she likes her or because they're dating, it works with both and I'm not sure which one I want more.)

Charmer

Kerstin Casparji x Reader, Lauren Hemp x Platonic! Reader, Esme Morgan x Platonic! Reader, Man City WT x Reader.

Warnings: fluff, coarse language, established secret relationship

A/N — Thank you for this request!! Love it so much. Will definitely write more for Kerstin if anyone is willing to send in some requests!!!!!

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You had met Kerstin in a bakery down the road from your house. When you first saw each other, the woman nearly tripped over her own feet. You were surprised by the shock on her face like she was starstruck by being in a metre of your presence. You gave her a friendly smile, hoping your open ambiguity would keep things humble.

It was during your final exams, the ones where you needed to pass so that you could continue your degree. You were very passionate about what you did, and sitting down in a quiet coffee shop with your headphones on and books open was your idea of being productive.

Kerstin, on the other hand, had the impression that you didn't want to talk to her.

Which, well, to be honest, you were in the middle of studying, but you gave no clear indication of what she thought you were thinking.

Instead of going about her day — she should've been at training twelve minutes ago, but it was only media day so they could wait — she slowly sauntered closer to where you sat, pretending to be interested in the decorative flowers that embellished the cafe. You watched her out of the corner of your eye, smiling at her piss-poor attempt in remaining discreet.

You were dressed in very basic clothing, similar to hers save for the Manchester symbol embedded on her jumper. Only one ear was covered by your headphones, meaning that Kerstin would be heard loud and clear if she plucked up the courage to speak to you — which she was trying to do now. She thought you were the most beautiful woman she’d ever seen, and she was surrounded by women almost every single day of her life. You looked extremely immersed in what you were doing, which should of been an indicator of apathy but it only lured Kerstin in more.

She wanted to know everything about you. Your name, you favourite colour, what you did, what you loved, who you loved—

It sounded a bit creepy, so she shook off her thoughts and focused deeply on the flowers. The woman was staring at her screen distantly, aimlessly typing away on the keyboard with a mug by her side.

When she realised you had caught her staring, she buried and swallowed down her pride. “They are nice flowers, don't you think?” She asked, her cheeks burning a vibrant red as if she had just run a marathon. You noticed her accent, one that wasn't accustomed to Manchester, and nodded like you cared about the topic.

“Yes, but I think they are fake.” You replied, smiling wider as the woman’s flustered state only grew in size when she caught sight of the very fake-looking plants.

“Oh.” She gulped, shoving her hands into her pockets. She's so stupid, she thought to herself, she’d blown her chance of even talking to this gorgeous stranger by talking about some stupid, fake plants.

You wondered whether the woman would continue the conversation she started, but the silence that followed was a pretty good indicator that she was audibly stumped on what to say.

“They are pretty, though.”

“Like you,” Kerstin spoke without thinking and instantly regretted it. She slapped her hand across her mouth, nearly walking out of the coffee shop, packing her bags and moving back to the Netherlands. “Fuck, sorry. That just— erm, came out. Sorry.”

You took off your headphones, pretending to act offended, raising your eyebrows and sighing. “You don't mean it?”

“What— no, no, you are so pretty. Like, beautiful, gorgeous. That's why I'm here. Well— yeah, I saw and thought you were pretty. I didn't mean it like that. You're probably smart, too, but— erm, yeah.”

The look of remorse almost made you feel bad, but your amusement — and somewhat endearment — overturned your hesitancy.

Instead, you laughed, took a sip of your drink and smiled, hoping it would calm the woman’s nerves.

“You worry too much.” You said, moving across the booth you were sitting on, offering the space beside you for her to sit down. She did so without delay. “I'm not someone you should waste your worry on.”

“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen,” Kerstin answered wholeheartedly, pleased when she noticed the blush that dusted your cheeks. “I would rather worry about you than anything else for the rest of my life.”

You laughed, crossing your arms over your chest. “You don't even know me.”

With a push of confidence, Kerstin wrapped an arm over the back of the booth, scarcely missing your shoulder. “If you’d let me, I’d like to.”

“Charmer.”

It was from there that you and Kristen started to hang out.

Seven months had passed, and you were now completely and utterly in love with the woman. Kerstin was an externally affectionate person despite her introverted persona. She loved showering you with compliments, giving you everything you needed at exactly the right time with just the right amount of love and devotion.

You found out she was a football player pretty early on in your relationship due to the tight and busy schedule the girl had, including her diet, exercise, and all of that. You weren't a massive football fan, but going to your first game a week into knowing Kerstin made it seem to find a way into your heart.

Your girlfriend wasn't the only one to give compliments. You had your fair share in making sure the Dutch woman knew how much you were enamoured with everything she did. It took you a while to get used to her career and the publicity that came with it, but you found pleasure in knowing that once you got back to your shared apartment you could tell and show her just how much she made you feel so so proud.

It was in mutual agreeance that you both wanted to keep your relationship under wraps. Your feelings for one another and how you cared for each other were one of the highest concerns in your relationship, and by keeping your love between yourselves, you've found that it worked better overall. You didn't want to indulge in a media presence, and Kerstin respected that.

Kerstin was fine with putting herself out onto social media, but when it came to you, she wanted to make sure you were comfortable at all times.

Because of this, you both came to the decision that at games, you wouldn't sit within the family and friends section, and instead, in the crowd with the fans.

You were among the group of fans that were guaranteed to meet the players after the match, whether it be cause they paid more or if they were chosen randomly by officials. For many weeks, people just assumed that they were lucky or could just afford to pay the extra money to be seated in the same section. Both you and Kerstin found it amusing when fans would wonder why you were always the first one to be greeted, or why you knew her.

After a month of this recurring theme, some of Kerstin’s teammates started to notice.

Surprisingly, Lauren, who wasn't the most observant, caught sight of it first.

“Do you know her?” She asked Kerstin after a game against Everton, watching the Dutchie make eye contact with you from where they were signing shirts.

Kerstin looked at Hempo, a blush running across the bridge of her nose.

Shrugging, she thanked the last fan, handing back the pen. “She's a friend of mine.”

Lauren’s eyebrows furrowed. “Then why isn't she in the friends and family section?”

When Kerstin didn't instantly reply, silenced by the prodding questions she was receiving, a distant idea clicked in Lauren’s mind.

“She's your girlfriend?” She sounded, obviously a little too loudly since the Dutch international nudged her warningly.

“Alright, nosey, keep your voice down.” She snapped, pulling the girl away from the crowd. “You can't tell anyone, alright. It's still pretty new.”

Lauren’s eyes widened in alarm, not exactly thrilled with the commitment of keeping a secret. “Does Jill know?”

“Why would Jill know?”

“I don't know, I didn't think I’d be the first person to find out,” Hempo replied, looking back at you. “Can I tell someone?”

Kerstin’s eyebrows furrowed. “I just said you can't.”

“Yes, I know, but I'm terrible at keeping secrets,” Lauren whined. “Please, let me tell Jill, at least.”

“No, because Jill will tell Viv and Viv will tell Beth, and Beth will tell literally everyone.” She quipped, only half-heartedly digging at the Arsenal girls. She watched Hemp sigh like a child, looking down as if the burden of her knowing was too much. “You can tell Esme but that's it.”

That was how the first people found out about you and Kerstin. When she told you that night, you weren't necessarily fazed. It was bound to come out at some point, and you’d rather Kerstin’s teammates find out from her than the internet.

Unfortunately, though, the rest of the girls weren't afforded the same luxury as Esme and Lauren.

All of the girls at Man City couldn't believe their eyes when they found out Kerstin was in love.

Well, to be fair, they weren't quite certain this was true. Lauren and Esme saw it first at the next game against West Ham, watching their teammate smile cheekily at the girl in the stands when she should've been stretching.

Sandy mentioned the Dutch International’s love-sick countenance to some of their teammates over lunch a few weeks later, promoting Hempo and Es to spill their not-so-long-kept confession.

None of the girls knew who Kerstin was talking to — or even if their suspicions were acclimated, but Sandy, Esme, and Lauren all made it their mission to keep their lips closed.

Sandy was the one to come up with the pact, yet the demanding eyes of Roebuck after an endurance training session set her tongue loose.

Lauren wasn't at all happy. Esme ended up spilling the secret to Mary as well, meaning the secret was already spreading across the team.

Meanwhile, fans were growing more and more suspicious of you and how you managed to steal the attention of Kerstin after each and every game.

The media surrounding you two got so big that Kerstin’s national teammate Viv called her one day asking what was going on.

Kerstin knew Lauren and Esme had told at least half the team by then, including Jill, who had run up to you after a game and pretended to flirt with you just to annoy her teammate. Viv was quick to point out that if she wanted to keep your relationship private, putting you in the midst of cameras and media attention wasn't the most suitable option.

You ended up deciding that if you were to stay in the crowd, both of you needed to be willing to make your relationship more public.

It had been seven months of concealing your obvious love for one another. Pretty much the whole team knew about you, and it only took fans a quick video of the two of you looking at each other to piece the clues together. You were both mature enough to keep your private lives private and social lives up to your discretion.

You made the decision to share very minimal parts of your lives together without spelling it out. This meant that you could hug your girlfriend for that little while longer in front of everyone. You could kiss her and not look around to see if anyone was looking. You could tell yourself that Kerstin was yours and you were hers.

But you didn't need public knowledge to make you feel loved by her.

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kerstincasparji

kerstincasparji — bit of a charmer ✨

Comments:

user11 — UM THE SOFT LAUNCH ARE YOU KIDDING???

viviannemiedema — ❤️

laurenhemp — love that bakery

*liked by kerstincasparji and yourusername

esmemorgan — busy girls

^ wosofan — SHE KNOWS

maryfowler — 🐐

user23 — is she dating the fan??

^ manchestergirl — if you mean the girl in the stand then yeah I think so

^ user2 — “THE girl IN THE STANDS” AHAHAHHAA

jillroord — ew cooties

^ viviannemiedema — shush

^ jillroord — no 😍

user7 — why does she sit in the stands and not in the family and friends section

^ laurenhemp — that's what I said 🫢

yourusername — charmer, huh?

^ kerstincasparji — idk, some pretty girl called me it

^ yourusername — didn't you call her beautiful, gorgeous, stunning, talented, incredible, out of this world

^ kerstincaslarji — she likes to think so.

^ user12 — IS THIS HER??????

^ arsenalwosoxx — THEY HIT THE PENTAGON

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#kerstin casparij #kerstin casparij x reader #manchester city #man city #woso x reader #alanna kennedy #mary fowler #lauren hemp #laura coombs #bunny shaw #woso fluff #woso community #woso imagine #woso one shot #woso fanfics #woso smut #woso soccer #woso couples #woso #woso blurbs #esme morgan #lauren hemp x reader

[fishysaltine]

Odd internet discourse but I absolutely think every single of the main NPC’s would peel and orange for TAV/Durge, mostly depending on relationship status.

Wyll would peel an orange for you if he didn’t know you, he’s the Blade of the Frontiers!!! Peeling an orange for someone, let alone his friend or lover with probably a breath of relief from killing goblins/giant bats/gnolls. And he’d be a good orange peeler too. He’d even probably break it down perfectly into the little slices too. He kind of gets a hiccup when Mizora transforms him but he quickly figures out how to put his new claws to use and uses them to cut the peel even better like one of those fancy orange peelers.

Gale probably wouldn’t peel an orange for someone if they were some stranger on the street, but most definitely if you’re his friend or beyond. But if you’re his lover he’d probably make you a magic orange tree that gives you perfectly peeled oranges whenever you want them, mostly bc he’s not the best at peeling oranges (the skin is too tight for him, ok???) and everything HAS to be perfect for his Tav/Durge. God Gale would just be like “you’re just not ambitious enough try harder”, give you a thumbs up, and fuck off.

Karach would totally peel and orange for her bestie, and most definitely for her Tav/Durge. The thing is she’d totally suck at it. I imagine she just bites the peel to get it loose, but then her claws would just cut into the orange and get juice all over her hands (and in her eye), and it’d be a totally fucked up orange BUT she would do her best and yk what? She can just squish it and make Tav/Durge orange juice. (Plus Tav/Durge can lick it off her hands so who’s complaining rlly)

Shadowheart would only peel an orange for you if you were her BEST friend/lover and also if she’s a Selunite. Yk Shar has some sacred law about oranges being some weird metaphor for emotions and she won’t stand for that as a Sharran. She would look at Tav/Durge with that incredulous “okay…?” Look she does and that tone she has when she thinks her dearest is being silly/stupid, but she would do it. She would also be a decent peeler I imagine, but she would leave those annoying white strands on it just to kind of piss Tav/durge off.

Lae’zel would peel an orange depending on how you approach her. I think she’d have to see you peeling an orange first, get curious about it, and eventually break down and ask “wtf is that?” And Tav/Durge has to show her how to peel and orange. Then it becomes some like wild competition to her, especially if you romance her and give her a peeled orange once. Then she just starts peeling oranges and is absolutely awful at it and then gets angry that she’s not good at peeling oranges. So in the end she’ll probably take your orange, peel it for you, go like “chck, see? This is how a true warrior peels an orange.” Just to show off how goddamn good she is at peeling oranges, then give it back. And in the end she is crazy good at peeling oranges. (I imagine Tav/Durge and Lae’zel peeling oranges, then exchanging them while waiting for a sunrise. I also imagine Lae’zel likes the citrusy taste, but not how sticky it is.)

Astarion would only peel an orange for you only if you’re his lover. People who don’t think he would have never seen him interact with Durge or Half-illithid Tav (heavy on Durge in their entirety). And I don’t mean this in a “omg he’s my Prince Charming” I mean it in a way of like, a silent act of service. He would peel an orange for a romanced Tav in Act 3. He’d probably look at you weird, but he’d peel it, being anxious and snarky the whole time (bc let’s be real this man has probably never in his 240ish years of life, peeled an orange. Probably makes a note about how “CAZAdor never had USE for ORANGES”). But he would peel it, and complain about his nails and clothes in that whiny tone that he has when he really doesn’t mind, he’d just taking the piss out of you because you’re an adult and can technically do it yourself. But he gets the point. Kind of. Non-ascended epilogue Astarion is the one who gets it, and isn’t as snarky about doing it as Act 3 Astarion.

Ascended Astarion would peel oranges for Tav/Durge only after they beg him too, he wants/needs to see them pathetic before he entertains the thought of being anything for them just for them. He would also be super manipulative and bitchy about it like “oooohhh look at what I do for you, darling. You owe me so such, my pretty little consort. I treat you sooo well, don’t I?” The whole works.

P.S. Halsin would peel an orange for anyone who asks, and I imagine he’s good at it. He’s Archdruid, which means he gets a +10 to fruit checks. And oranges he peels also just always taste the best too. It’s concerning how good they are.

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #gale dekarios #bg3 wyll #gale of waterdeep #shadowheart #lae’zel #astarion #halsin #karlach bg3 #karlach #my silly silly thoughts #my writing #I saw people talking about this and I felt like I needed to sacrifice my piece #I think people underestimate how much these characters adore Tav/Durge

[idcbabyialreadylostmymind]

Trust

Pairing- Sully family x darkfey!reader

Pairing- The Sullys meet a special girl.

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4

"C'mon papa lets goooo." Tuk said pulling her father by the hand. Jake grabbed his dagger just in case anything happens and Neytiri always had her bow as she followed behind Kiri and the boys. Today was family bonding day, the boys and Kiri were anything but excited.

"Don't know why I gotta go." Lo'ak said earning him a wack to the head from Neytiri. "Because it is the one day me and your father can spend time with yiu and not focus on our duties." Neytiri said tail swaying along with her turning her son around by his shoulder and pushing his back before speaking again. "Now go." She says and he huffs following behind his older brother.

They walked deeper and deeper into the woods and Neytiri looked around she didn't recognize the area they were in. "Ma Jake I don't think we jave been this far before." Neytiri said clenching her bow now ready for anything. "Yeah I think we went to far shit." He said he doesn't remember which way they came. Kiri looked pissed, "We're lost thats great thats great." She retorted sitting on a cut down stump. "Calm down I'm sure that there is something out here that will point in the right direction home." Jake said picking Tuk up and walking deeper into the woods, reluctantly everyone else followed.

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They walked, and walked, and walked.

Three hours of walking and still surrounded in jungle. And then they heard a crunch immediately pulling their weapons out Neytiri, Jake, Neteyam and Lo'ak stood ready to fight Lo'ak a little less as he's trying to get maple off his finger but still.

Crouching closer to were the around came forward they pull the bush back and reveal three small creatures, small enough to fit in the palm of your hand, they had fur all over their bodies, and the fur under their mouths cane out like a mustache, and they had cute little clothes they must have made themselves, they held small fruit and looked to be arguing before they saw the tall Na'vi.

Dropping the fruit they crouched to the ground shivering and whimpering, the boys put their weapons up but Neytiri still looked debating whether to kill them but then everyone was flung back by a strong gust of green wind and they heard a loud snap that sounded like thunder.

Neteyam coughs as he stands up helping his mother and father up and then going to his siblings. They check on each other before turning to see what knocked them. And what they saw was definitely not what they expected.

It was a girl.

A girl who picked those smaller creatures up in her palm and apologized to them before giving them a few small snacks before they scurried away from the strangers. You grabbed your staff that was resting on a tree and green air made its way to them keeping them there. As they had there hands up.

They all looked at you, you looked like a human, but their height and no need for a breathing mask, pointed ears as well, and you had horns, you wore a long sleeve top that was open in the back and the bottoms made a skirt that split up the sides blacks and whites browns and beiges was what colored your pallet, and green air surrounded your hands as it surronded their feet and it held their feet in place your eyes glowed as the air began and strengthened.

Neytiri bared her fangs at you and you did the same loud hiss coming from your throat. "Why have you come here?" You ask. "Please we will speak if you let us go." Jake tried to negotiate and you observed him for a while and you sensed no sight of decement.

Looking at the weapons that were a few feet from them you moved one of your hands to the side and somehow the weapons moved with you hand. You let their legs free and they all sighed Tuk reached for your horns and you looked at her confused and Neytiri pulled her back.

"Okay talk." You say and Jake is taken back by tour straight forwardness. "Okay we seem to have found ourselves lost and we would like directions back to the Omaticaya clan." Jake says rubbing his knuckles nervously.

"You got lost, stupid." You mutter and Neytiri throughs you a glare which you smirk at. "Fine but the directions are too complicated and I don't want you harming my home more than you already have I'll take you back." You say and Jake looked physically relived until he realized how did you know where they lived.

"I've lived in these jungles for all my life I know it's surrounding areas." You answer their obvious confusion. And then you head east.

The walk was quite, a really awkward quite and then Kiri saw the scars on your back as if something was cut off of you, hitting Lo'aks arm she points to your back and his eyes widen and looks at his sister who is just a curious. "So um," he goes to say your name but doesn't know it. "Y/N." You sigh wanting the conversation to be over already.

"What are you exactly?" He asks and Neteyam elbows him in the ribs making him yelp in pain. Smiling at the foolishness of the two you stemp your staff into the ground before stepping over a stump.

"I am a dark fey." You say and he hums in response. The family remember about Mo'at telling them about Feys and their abilities although they thought they were extinct. And back to silence it was, or at least for five minutes.

Do all the Fey people have wings?" Tuk asked and you stepped around a rock and your straight posture doesn't fold as you walk throughout the bumpy forest. "Most do." You reply.

"Then why don't you?" She chippered. "If all the others fly." She added and before her father could scold her you stopped him.

"I had wings once they were stolen from me." You say before stopping and turning to the family who seemed to have a lot of questions. "That's all I wish to say about it." You say sharply. Tuk smiled up at you. "What color were they? Were they big?" She questioned and you blinked a few times at the memory of your wings.

"So big they dragged when I walked." You breathed in as you remember the way the wind hit your wings and would sore through the air as your feathers would drift a little. "And strong, they could carry me above the clouds and into the headwinds and they never faltered, not even once." Looking at the ground pausing before you spoke once more. "I could trust them."

"Awesome." Neteyam whispered he normally talked very proper byt that was the only word he could think off, awesome. "What?" The word was strange to you but yiu couldn't help but giggle. "It means cool like amazing, glorious." Jake used fancy words hopefully it would get through. You smile, "they were quite glorious." You say before taking a few more steps. Pushing a tree leaf back your reveal the back entrance to their home.

You couldn't but feel saddened that they had to leave. Even though they did annoy you the first little bit of getting to know them they were quite kind. Neytiri could feel your emotions somehow she felt quite saddened had you been all alone? Parents? Grandparents? Anyone? She couldn't ahe wouldn't let you go back alone.

"Y/N live with the Omaticaya so you are not lonely." Neytiri said and Jake looked bewildered. "What?" You ask confused. "You are to small a girl to live in a whole foret live with us, you must be awfully lonely." Neytiri said and you had to admit, you were lonely everyday, no matter how many woodland creatures you talk to or tame you could never feel that little void in your soul.

You wait a second, you weren't entirely sure if you could trust them, you might regret this later in but you nod and they began to walk into hometree, your new home.

#avatar 2 #avatar 2022 #avatar #avatar 2009 #avatar way of water #avatar x reader #avatar x reader fluff #avatar x y/n #avatar x you #sully family x reader #sully family #jake sully x y/n #neytiri x you #loak x you

[kiss-theggoat]

Can we have the after math of finding out it’s Billy? I’m fricken hooked on your writing.

A/N: You’re so sweet I’m flustered🥹 I’m in love with Billy Loomis so ask and you shall receive! This one’s a little short but I wasn’t too sure what direction to take it. Please leave more requests, I love them!

Familiar Pt. 2

Billy Loomis x F!Reader

Word Count: 800

Summary: Billy knows he has to kill you. He just can’t bring himself to do it.

TW: Thoughts of violence, suggestive, Billy is a murderer, Knives and Blood

Billy watched your face go from ecstasy to pure shock, horror, disbelief. You lay on your bed, vulnerable and spread for him, willingly giving your body to a serial killer, eyes wide and lips trembling as you whisper his name.

“…B-Billy?” You stuttered out, pretty cheeks turning a deeper shade of red, if that was even possible. A slap echoed throughout the room because of how hard you slapped your legs together, sitting up and covering your body completely, shaky hands searching for clothes or a blanket to cover yourself with. Billy was amused by this.

“You’re okay with fucking a faceless stranger but not a friend?” He teased, lips still flush and slick from your past activity. Your heart was beating a million miles an hour, stomach doing backflips. Billy was who you’d been sleeping with all this time? You felt betrayed, but at the same time you thought it was the hottest thing ever that he had been keeping it a secret. On the other hand…this meant that your best friend, your Billy, was a killer.

“I…I don’t…” words wouldn’t form. Your brain was moving way too fast for your mouth.

With a sneaky hand he reached down to his black boot, yanking the Bowie knife from its side. “Thought I told you to keep your eyes shut, pretty girl.”

Hearing his voice instead of the modulator made your heart flutter. You’d yearned for years for Billy to call you his, be able to kiss him, hang on his arm during lunch like Sydney did. You found it hard to be scared of the knife in a moment like this, your feelings for Billy blocking your fear.

“I’m sorry Billy, I…you sounded so familiar I-I…I just needed to see you.”

Billy froze. Usually, killing people was no big deal for him. Slice and dice, go home, maybe get a snack and watch a movie, go to bed. He stood still, knife pointed towards you threateningly, but as he stared into your puppy dog eyes and heard you say his name so sweetly, he was reminded of why he kept coming to see you.

You were his escape from everything. The plan. Pretending to be in love with Sydney was exhausting, he hated her. She looked just like her mother, and he couldn’t wait to kill her, but you. He liked spending time with you, and the fact that you willingly slept with Ghostface, not knowing it was him, could make him cum on the spot.

You were just as fucked up as he was.

He stepped forward, pressing the knife gently against your cheek and pushing a stray piece of hair behind your ear with it. “Such a shame.” He said softly, trying to hype himself up somehow. Convince himself to get rid of you, like he knew he had to.

You didn’t know where to look. You stayed still, frozen, scared that any move would cost you your life. Finally, you stared up at him. “Please. I’m not going to tell anyone.” You whispered, hand creeping up towards Billy’s.

He didn’t move. He let you touch his hand, gently grasping his wrist. You didn’t push the knife away from his face like he expected, instead, you held it still and pushed your cheek into it slightly. A bead of blood welled at the surface of your skin, trailing warmth down your face. Before the blood could reach your jawline, Billy lowered the knife in shock.

He could trust you. He knew he could. Stu would be pissed off. Should he tell you that Stu’s in on it too? Maybe not yet.

He dropped the knife onto the bed, watching it bounce off your plush comforter, making him think about everyone who’s died at its blade. “I believe you. But I’m gonna need some collateral.” He said, a mischievous smirk on his face.

You were confused, eyebrows furrowed and head shaking slightly. “What do you mean?” Your voice was still timid. Billy’s large hand moved past you, grabbing the knife again and with the other hand, he grabbed yours. The handle of his knife was cold, haunting in your innocent hand.

“Stu’s party on Friday.” He said, stroking the dull side of the blade as it sat heavy in your palm. “You…help me.”

Your stomach dropped in horror. He wanted you to kill someone. “Who?” You asked, wide eyes staring at the shining steel. He grinned his perfect grin at you, enticing you with his good looks that you’d admired for years.

“Tatum.”

#slasher x reader #slashers #horror movies #horror fanfiction #slasher x y/n #ghostface #ghostface fanfiction #billy loomis x y/n #billy loomis #billy loomis x reader

[brnesblogposts]

Listen, please.

Pairing Matty Healy x Reader

words: 1k

warnings angst lol

a/n i decided to switch it up because “you” was starting to piss me off so i switched to third person for this one

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He shut the front door behind him as quietly as he could, locking it, just getting home from the studio. It was two in the morning. The third time this week that he'd got home at a ridiculous hour, he had barely seen her the last couple of weeks.

Y/n lay in bed facing the wall so when he came in he wouldn't know she'd been crying, she felt ridiculous crying over barely seeing him, but it really was getting to her. She felt neglected and like a second choice, she knows how important the music is to him and the guys but she just wished he'd pay more attention to her.

Matty snuck into their room and used the light of his phone to navigate his way to the bathroom, so as not to disturb her. She listened to him as he turned the tap on to brush his teeth and heard him drop his clothes into the laundry basket. He came out of the bathroom and slid into bed, pressing a kiss to her shoulder where he could've sworn he felt her pull away from him, probably a coincidence he thought. She hid under the covers more as he started adjusting himself and getting comfortable, she wished she didn't have to share a bed with him because lately, he felt like a stranger.

She continued staring at the wall as her mind raced, thoughts running through her head at one hundred miles an hour. The overthinking caught up to her again and a few tears escaped her eyes, running down her cheeks. At the same time, completely unaware of what was happening next to him, Matty stared up at the ceiling. He knew he hadn't been paying enough attention to her but this record was so close to being done, he tended to fixate on his music because when it came to his art he was a perfectionist.

As he stared up at the ceiling he absentmindedly reached out to try to touch her, he wanted to feel connected to her. When she pulled away from his contact he felt his stomach drop. It was then he tuned into the sniffles escaping her lips, he reached over to his bedside lamp and turned it on, turning back to her "Baby?" He went to stroke her hair but she curled up into herself even more. He hated seeing her like this, he should have been here this week for he would've known what was bothering her, "Darlin'? What's wrong?" Still, he received no response. He wasn't going to push you but if he knew what was wrong then he could try to fix it.

A few minutes passed and he just sat there watching her, wondering if she'd say anything. He was about to give up and wait until the morning when "You don't love me anymore." She spoke in the most delicate voice "What?!" He all but yelled and then she sat up, "You don't love me anymore." She repeated. He snapped "Don't you ever fuckin' say that again" Why was he angry? She couldn't figure it out, "It's okay," Her voice was soft-spoken. He couldn't believe what he was hearing, "What are you on about? Where the fuck did you get that impression?!" He was trying to keep his voice calm but the accusation was pissing him off, he was more mad at himself than anything, how could he ever let her think such a thing, he felt like he failed as a boyfriend.

Tears started falling down her cheeks and wetting the bedsheets where she sat cross-legged "You-you're never home," she sputtered "Obviously you'd rather be at the studio than with me anymore, I'm sorry I wasn't good enough, I really did try" She choked. He looked at her, eyes wide. He watched as she broke down in front of him. His girl was crying because of him. She continued crying as he watched in disbelief, trying to find the words "I am so fucking sorry." He spoke with sincerity, analysing her face, once again trying to reach out to her but being rejected. He felt like shit.

"Y/n, please.." Matty went for her hand and kept talking "Please, listen to me, don't pull away," She let him take her hand in his and he ran his thumb over the back of it as he spoke "Baby... I love you. Do you hear me? I love you and nothing has changed or will change." Her tears increased his words and he squeezed her hand,

"I can not express how sorry I am for making you feel anything less than enough. You are more than enough, I don't deserve you, to be honest. You have stood by me through everything, all my shit, you've been there and let me speak to you in the most horrible manner when I was at my lowest. I'm so sorry I've been absent this week, I got caught up in the studio, but from now on that won't happen. I'll be here with you more, I'll make sure to tell you how much I love and appreciate you every day, please let me fix this because I can't lose you, my darling." He poured his heart out, kissing her hand when he finished.

They sat in silence as she processed his words, his thumb never halting in its comforting caress on her hand. He stared at her as he watched the tears come to a halt, holding his breath.

"I know your music is important to you," She breathed deeply "You're the most incredible, talented man I know. I guess it just sometimes feels like I get in your way?" He raised his brow at this "I feel like I hold you back, if we weren't together you'd have more time to work on your music." She confessed and he turned her chin to look him in the eyes as he said "You are my music, you're my muse in everything that I do," He squeezed her hand again "You are integrated into my lyrics, the guys get sick of me sometimes, but you're my whole world. He finished his ramble and a glimpse of a smile appeared on her face "God you're an idiot sometimes, Healy," Rolling her eyes "Maybe, but I'm your idiot," He grinned like a dork, she loved that grin.

"I love you, Matthew Healy" She smiled at him,

"I love you, my darling love, Y/n" He smiled as his lips met yours.

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thank you for reading! reblogs are appreciated! i feel like while writing this i thought it was my best work and then i got to the end and i hate it, this happens with everything i do though.. :D

#matty healy #matty healy x reader #matty healy fic #matty healy x y/n #matty healy x you #matty healy angst #the 1975 #the 1975 angst #the 1975 fic

[midniiights-garden]

To Those Beyond The Sea - Mizu x filipino!Reader

(A/N: THIS IS FOR THE LOVELY ANON @dinadearine!! I wanted my main ff to be more of the reader escaping to Japan bc of the Spanish, but I loved this idea sm so I still wanted to write something for it!! I hope you like it <33)

Possible TWs!!!: Sex, Canon typical violence, possibly ooc?

Mizu was rather pissed off when the captain of her ship told her they would be making a stop over at a nearby country before moving onto Britain. After all, in her eyes it was simply a waste of time. Why would she want to spend time in a place that didn't aid her search for vengence after all? That was the price to pay for choosing a cargo ship instead of one ferrying passengers. So, she begrudgingly acknowledged the statement before turning her gaze back to the sea, her eyes scanning the waves for unknown answers.

Her ship arrives at it's destination the next morning. Mizu is surprised to find herself in a warm, tropical country. It wasn't that far away from her homeland of Japan, and yet the scenery was worlds away. The sun beat down onto her heavily, making her sweat in her disguise. She suddenly regretted not packing lighter clothing. The air here was humid, thick. She could feel it sticking to her skin and frankly she was at a loss as to whether or not it was a good thing or not. And then there was the town. It was a quaint sea side port, but it was full of life. Children ran around the streets, yelling and playing happily with one another. Vendors were selling their wares, there were people singing and laugh... and there was chatter everywhere. Quite different to Japan. A part of her finds this stark difference endearing. Everyone here seemed so... happy. She notes the darker skin tone of the people around her, marveling in it's beauty. The people here were beautiful. And Mizu couldn't decide whether or not it was because of their smiles or their features.

But she was sweating. Really badly.

"Fuck," she mutters, shrugging off her haori. She couldn't risk revealing her identity as a woman, but at the same time she was pretty sure she would die if she didn't get some new clothes. So she disembarked, stepping onto the docks of the town and heading inwards to search for a tailor who could help her.

Suddenly, someone bumps into her. One of the native women. Mizu had to catch herself from staring. The woman before her was considerably shorter her tanned skin shining beautifully in the sunlight. The stranger's hair was dark, so dark it was nearly black and it was tied up gracefully into a bun at the nape of her neck. The woman looks up at Mizu, warm brown eyes staring curiously into her blue ones.

"...pasensya na," the woman says, lowering her head bashfully.

Mizu stares, absolutely puzzled. What the hell was a passensha?

"Uhm... w-what?" Mizu replies, hoping that she didn't sound too awkward or nervous.

Mizu and the woman stare at each other for a while as it dawns on the both of them. They had no way to communicate. The woman bites down on her lower lip, looking worried. She suddenly points at herself and then at Mizu before making her hands bump together. "Ano... I..." she begins, her accent thick. She points back to herself and then bows dramatically. It finally dawns on Mizu... The woman was apologizing.

"I-It's," Mizu begins. "Ok." In an effort to communicate with the stranger she forces her lips into a smile, nodding her head as an acceptance of her apology. Much to Mizu's relief the woman smiles brightly, so brightly Mizu was certain that the sun itself had been reincarnated into this tiny human. The woman then points at herself again before speaking. She tells Mizu her name, a name that she had never heard of and yet was now finding incredibly beautiful. She repeats it, testing the syllables on her tongue before pointing to herself.

"Mizu," she says. The stranger, you, smiles. You test her name on your tounge as well, delighted to make another friend.

Meanwhile Mizu is quite literally sweating to death, having previously been too distracted by the new figure to notice her state. She was now thrown back to reality by the sticky feeling of her clothing against her back. Mizu taps your shoulder, pointing at her clothes.

"Need... new ones," she says to you. You seem to get the message, and you quickly lead her to a vendor. You chat with said vendor quickly, telling the lady running it that Mizu requires new clothing to suit the weather and she quickly whips something up for Mizu.

"Salamat po!" I say gratefully as I hand the clothing to the still sweating Mizu. Mizu takes the clothing gratefully, hurrying back to her ship to change into the lighter clothing. She sighed in relief as the light fabric touched her skin, cooling her off. When she exits her room she's surprised to find you still waiting for her at the dock. How persistent of you.

That meeting was now two weeks ago. The first meeting that would change the both of your lives. Mizu couldn't help but be drawn in by your welcoming, sunny nature. It was so sincere, so sweet that she was sucked in as if she was stuck in a vat of taffy. Within those two weeks you had both learned to communicate through English (which Mizu found additionally helpful considering she would need to know English to get around Britain). Mizu eventually ended up telling you about her past. About how she was really a woman in disguise, how she had murdered her husband and how she was killing all the men who had the audacity to force her into being. And yet despite knowing all these truths you never once stopped smiling at her the same way. Not even when you had begged her to spar with you and lost. When she pinned you down Mizu was afraid it would be a repeat of Mikio, and yet all you did was giggle. You giggled and pressed a kiss to her cheek.

That was when she realized something that both elated and horrified her. She loved you. Mizu had fallen head over heels for you. For your sunny personality, for your smile for everything. She pulls away from you briefly, trying to process the warmth she felt in her chest at the sight of you. When she does come back to you the first thing she does is apologize.

"For what?" You ask her, tilting your head to the side.

"For disappearing so suddenly," Mizu replies.

"Oh? That? I just figured you needed space," you say, giving her a reassuring smile.

"Goddamn it. Will you stop being so damn cute?" Mizu hisses, suddenly clamping down on her own mouth once she realized what she had said. Meanwhile you stand there briefly, shocked at what she just said.

"Cute?" You ask. "You think.. I'm cute?"

"Yes," Mizu groans, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Listen, I... I love-"

You cut her off. "I love you too."

Mizu's heart stutters, her breath hitching in her throat. You loved her back. Now without reservation she grabbed ahold of you by the collar of your blouse, pulling you forward and kissing you.

Kissing turned to making out and making out turned to grinding and before either of you could process it you were both unclothed, your bodies intertwined intimately.

"You're beautiful," you whisper between moans.

For once Mizu almost cried; not out of anger or despair... But this time out of joy. After the intense night of pleasure you slept in each others arms, taking solace in the warmth of your lover.

Come morning Mizu held you tightly, pressing soft kisses to your forehead. What was once a stop over she had deemed unnecessary became one of the most important events in her life. But she would have to go soon, and they both knew it. You both spend the rest of your time together as a couple, whispered words of comfort and love shared between the both of you. And the night before her departure from your warm homeland you got married.

"Mizu," I whisper after our small ceremony. "I hope you know I'm coming with you."

Mizu's eyes widened.

"What? Are you crazy!?! You'll get hurt! I-" She is promptly shut up by your finger on her lips, your dark eyes twinkling with mischief. "Shh, love. I'm coming with. I'm your wife now, as you are mine. And I promise to do whatever it takes to help you in your quest. I promise. Mahal kita," you whisper, kissing her tenderly. Mizu knew better than to argue. Not with your stubborn personality. Which is how she now finds herself in London, her beautiful wife at her side. From now until forever more.

Translations!!:

Pasensya na - Excuse me

Ano - What

Salamat po - Thank you (sir/ma'am - idk how to translate po tbh)

Mahal kita - I love you

(A/N: ANNDDDD DONE!! :D I hope this was up to your standards!! I'm sorry the smut part is so short it's more implied if anything 😭😭I was too scared to make it longer but I swear I'll do a proper smut scene in the future. As usual, if anyone has any suggestion, comments or requests feel free to ask!! Love y'all <3)

#i love women #mizu blue eye samurai #wlw #mizu x reader #mizu come home the kids miss you #mizu #blue eye samurai #x reader #fem!reader #smut #fluff #filipino #i need more filipino rep in my life #i need her #i love fictional characters #i love the traumatized sword lady

[apomaro-mellow]

Eddie accidentally makes a wish that turns his guitar into a human. Poll at the bottom to make it more fun~

A strange night for Eddie was just about to turn stranger. He and the rest of Hellfire had finished a session, but the night had still been young. So they’d whipped out the oujia board, attempted a few summonings and curses. All things that made them feel silly and stupid but at least was in the realm of their interests. 

Then Eddie opened the door to his bedroom and was met with a very attractive, very naked young man.

Even in Eddie's wildest dreams, he never imagined walking into his room and seeing a naked dude. Typically his fantasies included the premise of getting them there.

"Hey, uh, you uh, got a name? Or an ID card?"

“You’re home!”, the ID-less man wrapped his arms around Eddie in a hug he had not been expecting.

Eddie gave him a couple pats on the shoulder. “I am. This is indeed my home. May I ask why are you here and uh, where are your uh-” Eddie cleared his throat and pushed the man away while keeping his eyes only on his face. “Clothes! Where are your clothes?”

The stranger shrugged and Eddie felt like he was losing his mind.

“Okay, you got a name?”

“You usually call me Sweetheart”, the man smiled.

Eddie’s head was swirling. He’d had a couple of one night stands, but he’d never brought a guy back to the trailer. Did he somehow let it slip one night where he lives? Did the guy track him down? It must’ve been a hell of a lay because Eddie can’t remember a thing.

“I’ve...I gotta be honest man, I don’t remember you.”

The heartbroken expression made Eddie want to take it back; pretend he knew this dude and maybe convince him to something more than a romp in the bed because holy shit this guy was gorgeous. Way out of Eddie’s league normally.

“You sing to me all the time”, the stranger said. “And when you put your hands on me...” He started to caress his own torso, seemingly lost in a daydream and Eddie wished he was right there with him. He was so distracted, he almost didn’t hear his phone ring.

“I’ll be right back”, he said, leaving the man alone in his room to answer the house phone. “Yeah?”

“Dude, we’re in deep shit”, Crash’s voice came from the other side. “Remember those wishing stones we played with?”

“Was that before the eight ball fortune telling, or after we cursed the basketball team?”

“Eddie! Those were my mom’s! And she found out we were messing around and if you took one, you gotta bring it back!”

Eddie patted himself and found that he did indeed have one of the wishing stones. A temptingly, smooth and beautiful blue. “Found it. I can bring it back tomorrow. I got kinda uuhhh situation...”

“She’s really pissed. Said the world can’t handle the wishes of the likes of us. Whatever that means.”

Eddie looked to the rock, then to his room, where Stranger was still visible in the doorway, watching him.

“I’ll call you back.” He hung up without waiting for an answer from Crash, then walked over to the new arrival. “I call you Sweetheart?”

He nodded.

“And I sing to you?”

Another nod.

“And I’ve...touched you?”, Eddie was still keeping his eyes neck up.

“Yes. Do you remember me now?”

“Just...remind me where we first met”, Eddie said.

“It was at Mickey’s Guitar Shop, a town over. You saw me and said-”

“Oh baby, she’s the one”, they said in unison.

“I saw you on and off, you’d come in to look at me while you saved up. And then one day you came in and bought me. I still remember our first time”, he sighed.

Eddie could only hold it together so much and began wildly pacing about the trailer. “I made a-this rock-this rock is a wishing rock-stone, whatever, and now-” He stopped and looked at the stranger. No, not a stranger. Sweetheart. His Sweetheart, who he’d been lovingly playing and treated like a princess and the most valuable thing in this place, was standing before him.

“You wished for me?”, Sweetheart beamed.

“Uh, yeah, I guess I did.”

“You already had me, you know.”

Sweetheart gave a smile that could only be called flirtatious and Eddie was just a man. Put him in front of a handsome guy and he could only be strong for so long. Put him in front of a handsome, naked guy, who was quite literally the man of his dreams and Eddie’s knees were weak.

Part 2

#apo writes #stranger things #fanfiction #steddie #this is the same damn thing that happened with demon!eddie #i get 2 versions in my mind #i end up liking one more than the other #and what should've been a oneshot starts to grow #yall need to stop 'yes and'ing me

[buckysmith]

How they met you

Spiderverse

Includes: Miguel O’Hara, Jessica Drew, Hobie Brown, Miles Morales, Peter B Parker

Let me know if I have to put a warning

Reading is on your own. Not proof read

Miguel O’Hara:

- after destroying an entire universe to live a life that was not his, he forbade himself to ever open his heart again.

- no matter if it was for love or friendship

- he was afraid to lose everything again

- to see again how the people around him not only die but dissolve into nothing

- it seemed like he was cursed and had no right to happiness or better an Happy End

- he met you for the first time when he followed an anomaly

- into a world where there was no Spider-Man, no Iron Man, no Captain America.

- although he only found that out later, because before that he literally met you in person first

- the villain, who didn't belong in your universe, managed to give him a punch which threw him right through your window

- and to your sorrow, his body collided with yours, even if he tried to hurt you as little as possible he still knocked you both into the next wall/ground

-your eyes met as he got up from you

- you could not see his eyes, but he saw yours crystal clear

- something in your eyes reflected trust, care and security

- it was as if he had met you before, as if you were no stranger to him

- he didn't have much time, so he averted his eyes and went back to doing his job.

- It wasn't long before the bad guy disappeared through a portal and Miguel disappeared as well.

- but he couldn't get you out of his mind and one day the portal to your world opened again....

Peter B Parker:

- it was a typical cliché how you two met for the first time

- he had run full force into you in the New York rush, knocking your drink out of your hand and dousing you with it

- you looked like a wet poodle

- and as if that wasn't bad enough, you also had an important appointment that day

- and of course you didn't have time to go home and change your clothes

- to say you were pissed was an understatement

- especially since that joker in front of you started making jokes to lighten the mood.

- Spoiler: it didn't work

- so you just grumbled, thought your piece and continued on your way to the next store to buy new clothes

- and they say you always meet twice in life

- you wish you never saw that grinning idiot again in your life

- yeah, you thought wrong.

- but the second time was just as shitty as the first time

- because this time you walked too close to the road and when a car drove through the puddle you literally got showered with that dirty water

- the driver stopped only a few feet later, backed up and when the window went down you were greeted with the same grin as the first time

- to say it legally, you thought about how you would look in orange...

Jessica Drew

- You were on the way when you saw her for the first time

- it was already quite late and actually you wanted to be at home since 6 pm and it was near 12 pm and to your dismay you had to walk through a not so good area

- you saw her putting bags out of her car, probably she had just been shopping

- and she was pregnant.

- Hof did you know?

- her belly was hard to miss…

- you thought nothing of it and kept on walking

- the hood pulled low over your face to look dominant you kept walking until you heard several voices and a thump

- you turned around, saw how the men had knocked the bags out of her hand and were harassing her

- you wanted to look away and ignore it, but she was in danger and you couldn't accept that for the life of you, so you walked to her with quick steps

- you smiled at her while you walked between the men and hugged her

- you started telling lies that you were looking for her, that Josh and Luke were already waiting for you because they were really hungry after their shift at the station and looked at the men questioningly after that

- you looked at her and then asked how she knew those men

- with the information that she was now no longer alone and potentially two policemen were waiting for her, they left

- she thanked you and wished you a nice evening after she gave you her number

- if she hadn't seen you coming towards her, she would have dispatched the men with ease.

- but to see someone without superpowers put himself in danger impressed her

- from that day on you had Spider-Woman on your side

Spider-Punk Hobie Brown

- who would have thought that there were more universes

- sure you had it in class and always hoped there was a way to travel to them but your common sense knew that was impossible

- well until the time you fell through a portal that took you out of your universe and brought a villain into yours

- the pain you had until you were found was unbearable

- but fortunately for you, you were quickly found

- when you heard a voice saying you did not belong here and tying something around your arm was quiet and dark

- when you looked up you could hardly believe your eyes, he looked so, so animated and yet so real

- he personally brought you back to your world

- from that day on, you began to learn more about multiverses

- and from that day you had a new friend from another universe

Miles Morales:

- you wanted to do something illegal for the first time

- Spray graffiti to be more precise

- but who would have thought that you would run into Spider-Man of all people

- there was an awkward silence between you while he looked at you and you at him

- he had caught you red-handed, shortly after the first spraying attempts

- you were uncomfortable and you reached for your bag to leave, but he stole your notebook out of your hand to look at your drawings

- you expected anything, but not to get art lessons from Spider-Man

- you came every week on the same day at the same time to the point where you had met for the first time

- and he was there every time

- waiting to see you again to share his passion.

- who would have thought that the old subway station could give him not only superpowers but new friends as well

#miguel x you #miguel ohara #miguel o hara x reader #jessica drew #hobie brown #miles morales #peter b parker #peter b parker x y/n #peter b parker x reader #spiderverse au #spiderverse headcanon

[adhalia]

Shu & Yuma Relationship Headcanons

tw: self harm

Yuma was an escape for Shu just like Shu was an escape for Yuma.

Shu was burdened with tasks and duties and the weight of being the heir to his father's crown. His mother barely let him breathe, she barely left him alone. He could swear his mother hated him just by hearing every word of frustration that came out of her when he messed up something. He knew she just didn't hate him completely because he was the first child she managed to give to Karl and he didn't blame her for that.

With Yuma it happened in a different way, it seemed like his parents hated him for some reason Yuma could never understand, most of the time they spent the day at church and when they were at home it was hell. That's why he tried to spend most of his time in the forest, when he came back his parents had barely missed him, sometimes he wondered if his own parents wanted him to disappear.

They both fell at the same time, but Shu fell harder.

The day they met, Shu swore that if his heart could beat even Yuma would be abe to hear it.

Shu liked writing a little bit. Most of the things he wrote he showed Yuma, little did he knew that he was the inspiration behind the verses (that time even Shu didn’t figured that out). It's a shame his mother burned everything when she found out.

Shu's first kiss was minutes before Yuma left his life, on the same night as the incident.

When these two saw each other again they weren’t the same anymore.

The first time Shu saw him after those years that had passed he was reliving it all over again, this was the way he blamed himself, it's no secret he's terrified of fire.

He soon returned to old habits, like burning himself. There were times when he was so weak that the burns took days to disappear.

Even though Yuma didn’t had memories of Shu before, he felt he wasn’t a stranger to him, even though Shu tried to remain as distant as possible, avoiding him at all costs or just trying to look at him for a whole minute without being like he is on the verge of crying.

The first time Shu touched Yuma after those years he felt something he thought he would never feel again, even though now Yuma was a vampire, for Shu, Yuma’s touch was like the sun and he was happy this didn't changed.

Even after Yuma recovered all his memories and figured out the truth of what happened, Shu continued to push him away. That made him really f pissed.

One night they were arguing so loudly (thanks to Yuma's temper) that whoever was in the next room wasn't having the best night either.

They were getting closer and closer, Shu couldn't stop looking at his full lips, until he grabbed him forcefully by the face and shoved his mouth fiercely into yuma’s.

Yuma held him as if he could lose him at any moment. It was a very intense kiss, both fighting for dominance, but Shu soon let himself go, melting completely into the other's touch. They ended up on the floor that night.

Yuma stayed with Shu in all his relapses, he knows no matter how many times he makes it clear to him that what happened wasn't his fault, he knows it's not easy for Shu to overcome this trauma, just as it's not easy either for Yuma to overcome what he had to go through after the incident, on the streets and in the orphanage.

They frequently go to a chateau Shu owns just to be alone.

Yuma is a man of the nature, so they usually lie down by the grass next to the river and the day ends with them returning to their room soaked, which is not a problem because soon they get rid of their clothes.

For a while they spend sleepless days and nights together in bed.

Shu traces the scars on Yuma's back and arms as he sleeps.

Yuma loves the sun, it’s the main reason the residence always has almost all the curtains and doors open.

Yuma already commented to Shu that he looks like a Caravaggio painting he saw when he was little.

He loves seeing Shu happy, he could definitely go to war with anyone who makes that smile disappear.

Shu looks at Yuma sleeping and all he can think of is the fear of losing him again. Shu gave Yuma a lot of nightmares, many of which he will never be able to forget, while Yuma gave him absolutely everything.

He thinks he doesn't deserve Yuma and is afraid one day Yuma will think that too.

And if one day he do, no matter how painful and pathetic it is, Shu will beg him not to go. he would be selfish enough to beg him to stay.

#diabolik lovers #shu sakamaki #yuma mukami #diahell #dialovers #headcanons

[sailtomarina]

Make it right

Draco spat the blood out of his mouth before wiping his chin clean. Shame burned low in his stomach at the reality of it all: his return to Hogwarts after the trial, his sentencing to ten years of Ministry work following graduation, and his inability to defend himself under the strict guidelines of his probation. Each day brought with it new tortures in the form of taunts, hexes, and fists. The worst part was that he didn’t even try to avoid punishment. He chased it the way his friends used to take potions—often, and in great quantities.

Like, for example, today.

He could have walked away the second class ended, made his way back to the castle and the safety of his dorm room. Instead, he’d watched Hagrid saunter off into the Forbidden woods to gather Acromantula venom, gathering his belongings in as slow a manner as possible. 

He’d seen the way Finnegan glared at him throughout the entire duration of class, how he’d exchanged whispers and nods with the other wizards near him.

The jelly-legs jinx hit him just as he made to stand with his bag, sending him sprawling face first into the boulder towards which he faced. He’d turned his head just in time to avoid a broken nose, but the impact on his teeth still cut up the inside of his mouth.

“Why didn’t you move, or at the very least, block that?”

He didn’t have to turn around to recognize that voice. It was the voice he heard in his dreams tinted with screams and piss and so much blood.

It was the voice he most desired and feared. Of anyone, she was the one who most deserved justice against him. He wanted her to kick and scream at him, call him all the terrible names he knew fit.

“Because it’s the very least I can offer them.”

She cast the counterspell, and Draco stood to brush the dirt off his clothes, leaving smears in their wake. He could use a charm to vanish the mess, but he hardly ever used magic outside of classes anymore. The weight of his wand felt like clasping the hand of a stranger now, rather than the comforting friend it had always been in the past.

“Scourgify.”

The marks he’d left behind vanished. He turned around to yell at Granger for her meddling and complete lack of self-preservation. The words never left his lips, instead becoming trapped on his tongue as she moved the tip of her wand up to his face without the slightest hesitation. Was this the moment he’d been waiting for?

“Episkey.”

The sharp pain in his cheek faded to nothing, and he probed the spot with his tongue to verify the cuts had healed.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

Her actions didn’t make any sense to him. She shouldn’t be here, cleaning him up and casting healing spells.

“Righting a wrong,” she said, her voice calm and steady as if the response was only natural.

“Righting a wrong.” 

He couldn’t help but repeat what she’d said, in utter disbelief at the implication. “Are you daft?”

“What’s daft, Malfoy, is you seeking out every single person looking for petty revenge.” Her rebuke was quick, slapping him with her disapproval.

“Finnegan deserves some satisfaction just as much as I deserve punishment,” he choked out. This was the first time he’d dared utter them aloud, even though he’d said them to himself a million times and more. He chanted them, repeated them almost like a prayer each night.

“Looking for pain the way that you are doesn’t make any of it right.” Her gaze, a clear shade of light brown like the honey he stirred into his tea, pierced him straight through. She saw too much.

Then again, she always had.

Trapped under his eyes the way that he was and feeling a rare moment of naked honesty, he again let out more of his true self.

“I don’t know what else to do.”

At that admission, she cocked her head to the side, chewing on her lip like she often did when considering a particularly trying problem. Her brows rose, lighting up as an idea came to mind.

“Catch.”

Not a half second later, her bag was flying towards him. He caught it just before it hit the ground, the weight of the shelf’s-worth of books she must have stuffed into it nearly knocking him on his arse.

“Bloody hell, Granger, this thing must weigh more than a hippogriff,” he grunted, hoisting the bundle more evenly into his arms. She smirked at the gripe, remembering a specific hippogriff and his specific blunder then.

“You’re my study buddy now, and you’ll accompany me to and from class and the library until graduation. Your choice, of course.” Spinning on her heels, she started her ascent back to the castle with the full expectation of his acquiescing to her offer.

Draco’s mind went through a series of mental gymnastics over the turn of events as he watched the distance increasing between them. He could drop her books and go his own way. Malfoys didn’t bow to others.

Unless they were Voldemort.

Or sentenced to Azkaban.

Or…

He could swallow his pride and follow the witch. Maybe she knew the real meaning of justice. Maybe she could help him figure out who he was outside of the family name and the Mark.

His mind made up, he grit his teeth and took the first step towards a future of his own making. He found Granger stopped and facing his way as she waited. The smile that stretched across her face when she noticed him moving hit him as hard, if not harder, than her ridiculous bag.

A smile for him rather than at his expense.

With she the giver and he the recipient, the smile took on a whole new meaning. Perhaps instead of seeking his own pain, he could seek joy for her and, just maybe, for himself. 

WC 999

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[messrmoonyy]

I just read your nsfw Headcannons for Tess and all I have to say is. Give. Me. The. Alley. Thing. Now. And no one gets hurt

The art of jealousy

Tess Servopoulos x Fem!reader

A/N- this request has been sat in my inbox since I first posted those Headcannons. Which was. A long time ago. I’m sorry. So here it is finally. Also the Headcannons being referred too are right here for anyone that wants to read them. Tess POV cause I really am loving giving a look into her head. I only proofread this once cause Tuesdays are becoming ever so slightly stressful for me so I just wasn’t vibing. So. Anyways. Enjoy.

Warnings- Tess lmao. Possessiveness, jealousy, she’s a lil rough at times but reader likes that, smut: fingering ( reader receiving), sex in a public place, choking, degradation

Word count- 3.8K

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Reblogs and comments are always appreciated <3

If Tess was one thing, it was being possessive of shit that was hers. Maybe that was just a side affect- as it were- of the post outbreak world. No one had much that they could truly call theirs anymore. Tess had actually always found it quite interesting how attached people could be to their things. She’d never been the material type. Even pre outbreak she’d never been one for expensive jewellery, flashy cars or designer clothes. And she’d never really understood people’s obsession with it.

Material items took on new forms now. People these days valued things like boots. Or ration cards. Family photos they’d managed to hold onto for all this time. At least they were more practical now she guessed. But still, she wasn’t really one to be overly attached to things.

People too fell under that bracket. She straight up refused to let herself get attached to anyone once the outbreak hit. After losing her entire family within the first week of the outbreak she’d vowed to never let herself get close to anyone again.

And then you’d come along.

She hadn’t meant to fall in love with you. Fuck she’d actually ignored you for several months when she realised she might actually be feeling something for you. But you were persistent. And beautiful. And it was unbelievably irritating but you had a knack at kicking down the walls she’d built up over the years. Brick. By brick. And she had learnt that maybe she did have a possessive streak in her after all.

Because there was truly nothing she despised more than watching someone else flirting with you. And it happened a lot which wasn’t at all surprising. The majority of people she surrounded herself with knew not to mess around when it came to you. They knew that you were off limits. But occasionally someone new would poll their way into the underground scene of Boston, some attempt to establish themselves on the black market, and thoroughly piss her off.

Jealousy crept up on her more frequently than not, she couldn’t help it. She just didn’t like it. Seeing you around someone else.

She knew you weren’t about to run off with some random fuck who thought he could win you round with some ration cards. She had you wrapped tightly around her little finger, just as you had her. But still. It pissed her off.

“ are you hoping if you stare at the back of his head long enough he’ll just drop down dead? “ Joel’s southern drawl hit her ears and she flashed him an irritated look, before looking back over at you. You’d been striking up a deal with someone for over 10 minutes, some new fucker clearly bartering you down for the cost of some pills. But he was being too… touchy.

You were no stranger to flirting your way through deals and Tess had always been surprised at just how much you could raise the prices in trades just by simply… existing. Being a woman in the current climate had never been particularly great. And learning to use what you had to for your own advantages was vital.

‘ men think they’re getting something and they’ll be putty in your hands ‘ that’s what you had said once. And she wasn’t exactly against it, hell she was guilty of doing it herself. But it didn’t change how infuriating it was.

“ you know she won’t do shit. You got that girl eating out of the god damn palm of your hand “ Joel said with a laugh, chewing at a chunk of his rationed beef jerky and eyeing the hand of cards he was holding. Though Tess had long since lost interest in the game they were playing “ ask her to beg at your fuckin feet and she’d do it. Then again, you’d probably do it for her too “ A small smirk pulled at her lips with that. She knew it was true, of course. She trusted you whole heartedly, knowing you had zero interest in anyone else. Especially men. And no one on the entire planet could turn her head.

You were just as infatuated with her as she was with you. It was a mutual obsession that was no where close to burning out.

“ I know “

“ then drop the miserable look on your damn face and play your turn “ she rolled her eyes and took her eyes off of you for a few moments, looking back down at the cards in front of her. She played a card without even really looking at it, her eyes soon trailing back over to you again “ you are making this too damn easy for me “

She didn’t grant him with a response, eyes narrowing as she watched you exchange a half bag of pills for a wad of cards. Clearly more than you’d usually have sold them for, but her small proud smile didn’t last long.

The man stepped closer to you, head bowed as he said something in your ear. You gave a clearly over exaggerated laugh, arm on his shoulder. And she was certain she saw your eyes flick in her direction.

She huffed a laugh, sitting back in her chair and shaking her head in mild disbelief

“ the little shit “ Joel’s eyes drifted over to you too, his brow furrowed as they both watched you flirt with the man.

“ Jesus Christ “ Joel muttered, clearly thinking the same thing Tess was. You were doing it on purpose. Pushing her buttons “ don’t rise to it. It’s what she wants “

“ I know what she fuckin wants “ she narrowed her eyes, watching you across the courtyard as she attempted to continue the game with Joel.

“ hey Tess. How you doin? I was wondering if you had an- “ the sound of one of her customers filled her ears as she kept her eyes trained on you.

“ not now “ she said with a wave of her hand, not even looking up to see who was stood there

“ but- “

“ not. Now “

“ okay okay. That’s cool. Yeah. I’ll see you tomorrow? Cool cool “ Joel sighed as the man shuffled off sheepishly

“ you’re forfeiting sales now? Will you just go talk to her “ she was tapping her fingers against the table impatiently now. Jealousy and anger swimming in her veins in a dangerous cocktail.

You were always the same. A fucking brat. Pissing her off to get your own way. And she knew exactly what you were trying to get out of her. Piss her off, wind her up, drive her insane so that the second you both got home she’d pin you down against the closest surface and remind you exactly who was in charge for as long as it took for the message to sink in.

But she was in no mood to wait until you got home. If you needed a little reminder of just who wore the trousers in your relationship, she’d remind you. And she’d remind you sooner rather than later.

One more gentle touch of your hand to the man’s chest followed by a glance in her direction was the last nail in the coffin. And she was tossing her cards down on the table.

“ Tess- “ she was up and out of her metal chair before he could finish his sentence, crossing the courtyard in purposeful strides, someone hopping out of her path as she went.

“ are you fuckin done? “ she asked in a low voice as she reached you, throwing a glare towards the man seemed confused at her sudden appearance

“ oh hi Tess “ you said innocently “ everything okay? “ the man took a step back, eyes widening as he looked between the two of you

“ you’re?- I didn’t know- “ she quite enjoyed watching people crumble under the weight of her reputation. Especially men.

“ if you have any idea what’s good for you, you’ll take your pills. And fuck off” she turned to you then “ and you. Come with me “ she walked off before waiting for a response from either of you, making a beeline for the back alley leading out of the courtyard. No one would bother her down there, the only entrance that lead from that way was the one from anyone coming from outside the wall. Which wasn’t very often.

She didn’t have to look behind her to know you’d be following. Even when you were in the mood to piss her off you were still desperate to please.

So she waited a few moments and then you appeared, strolling into the alley like you didn’t have a single care in the world. And she was reaching the limits of her patience.

She grabbed you by the wrist and pushed you back against the wall, hiding effectively behind a stack of wooden crates.

“ you okay Tess? You seem a little tense today “ god you were infuriating. She laughed and shook her head, trapping you against the wall with a hand resting beside your head.

“ the fuck was that back there? Huh? “ confusion twisted into your features, but the smirk tugging at your lips gave it away that you weren’t even remotely confused by her question. You knew exactly what you’d done “ you think it’s funny? “

“ I don’t know what you’re talking about”

“ oh you don’t? “

“ I was just making a trade. You’re a little scary you know, the new ones always prefer to come to me. You should smile a little more “ you reached up and poked at her face lightly “ I think you scared my customer away “

“ good. He needs to keep his fuckin hands to himself “

“ shame. He was quite nice “ the little monster that lived in her chest was trying to claw its way out, a pointless feeling of jealousy threatening to overwhelm her. It truly was pointless. She knew you were toying with her. You were playing her like a violin, messing with her to get what you wanted.

“ wanna go back out to him? Be my fuckin guest “ she knew you wouldn’t. Knew she had you exactly where you wanted to be. Though a small part of her did wonder if you would. Just to piss her off a little more.

“ you should know by now I’m not into the nice type “ she exhaled shortly through her nose and gave a small nod. She knew. Tess was not one for softness and romance. Yeah, from time to time it would slip out. But that’s not what you wanted from her. It’s why you worked together so well.

Her fingers brushed over the exposed skin of your neck, almost annoyed at the lack of purple and red marks she found. Maybe that was why the fucker back there had been so willing and accepting to your loaded advances. How could she have been so careless. To let her possessive marks vanish. Her clear silent brand that you were spoken for.

“ you don’t think I’m nice? “

“ there’s different meanings to different people “ she couldn’t help herself and dropped her head down to your neck, the blank expanse of your skin frustrating her. You tilted your head to give her access to more of you, attacking the blank canvas of flesh with her teeth “ see. Nice girls don’t behave like this. You taught me that “ she laughed against your skin, biting a little harder than she really needed to. Just to hear the delicious sound it would draw from you.

She knew she wasn’t nice. Not in the conventional sense. But you didn’t want nice. You didn’t want a cosy and warm relationship, soft forehead kisses and vanilla sex, cruising along in life and abiding by the rules.

You wanted her. You wanted the way she was rough, she was all teeth and bruises and hair pulls. She threw you around and left you wrecked for anyone else but her. And she knew that was how you were. She knew that was what you wanted. What you needed. Needing some kind of reminder that you were real, that the fucked up mess of the world around you wasnt a nightmare. You needed her to bring you back to life. And she was more than happy to oblige.

“ so what? You gonna take me home? “ she didn’t quite know when exactly she had decided she wasn’t going to take you home. The idea had arisen quite suddenly and she’d decided to act on it just as fast, quite certain she didn’t actually have it in her to take you all the way home. Not when she was so wound up.

That paired with the smugness still interlacing between the syllables of your words… she had a point to prove.

“ no “ you gave her a confused look and now it was her turn to smirk “ you act like that and think you get to choose if we go home or not? Gotta be fuckin kiddin me baby “ she leant in close to your face, her hand moving up and applying pressure to your throat. She felt your breath stutter, your fingers wrapping around her wrist. Not so cocky anymore.

“ Tess someone might- “

“ what? You were okay with behaving like some common fuckin whore out there in front of everyone, but not here for me? Breaking my fuckin heart “ she liked the way you seemed to lose all of your cockiness in an instant. She practically watched it drain from your features.

“ I wasn’t doing shit I was working “ Tess quirked a brow and smiled, fingers moving to unbutton your jeans. The second her fingers slipped into your underwear and she felt how wet you were, her smile grew. She wondered if you knew how much she truly loved how easy it was to make you wet. How much it turned her on just to have you so willingly at her mercy, how much you so clearly wanted to be used by her even if you attempted to deny it.

“ I’m not stupid. I know what you were doing. You think I didn’t know this is what you wanted? “ a soft moan slipped past your lips as she dragged your arousal up and slowly circled your clit “ you wet for me or that fucker back there? Huh? “

“ what do you fuckin think? “ Tess raised her eyebrows and shook her head, not the biggest fan of your tone of voice. Your breath hitched as she set herself into a steady rhythm, losing your cool and cocky demeanour as she worked you into a mess. It never took her long. She could read you like a book and knew how and where to touch you to have you melting in minutes.

“ the attitude on you sweetheart “ she increased the speed of her fingers, applied more pressure to your neck. She watched the way your eyes fluttered closed, loving the way the light headed bliss washed over you “ that’s it baby, can’t talk back now can you “

Your eyes fell onto hers as she slipped two fingers into you, not bothering to ease you into it with one. You were wet enough for it, she knew.

“ fuck- “

“ you think you’re so powerful don’t you? Thinking you can fuck around like that? Look at you now “ she kept her voice low, in that tone that she knew you loved. That made your velvety walls flutter against the fingers she was thrusting in and out of you roughly “ do you think they all know back there? That you’re back here with me getting fucked like a little slut? Do you? “

You whimpered out an answer your nails digging painfully into the skin of her wrist

“ I’m sorry “ your whimpers and whines were cute but she found it mildly funny that you thought they would make her go easy on you. She was only getting started.

“ not good enough “ her thumb applied pressure to your clit and you moaned loudly at the feeling “ acting like you’re so big. So bad. But who’s the one getting fucked in an alley? What do you think they’d say if they saw you now? Saw you a pathetic mess having your cunt stretched out by my fingers? Hmm? “

“ I- I said I’m sorry. I’m- fuck “

“ you should be. I look after you, I take care of you. And yet you behave like that? Such a spoiled little brat. You want more? I bet you want more don’t you “ your moans were increasing in pitch and she was a little cautious of being caught, but she was far too preoccupied by you to care completely. By the own arousal pooling in her belly, she didn’t need to be touched to get off. Watching you fall apart at her hands was enough

“ yes. Yes. More “ you begged. She loved hearing you beg.

“ greedy girl “ she glanced down at her hand that was hidden in your jeans and smiled, adjusting the slightly awkward angle and carefully adding a third finger to the mix. You winced at the new stretch and she gave you a moment before continuing her movements.

“ fuck Tess “ the sounds falling from your mouth mixed with the sopping sound of your cunt stretching around her fingers was almost too distracting, fighting the urge to stop and take you home so she could fuck you properly.

You were getting louder, even when she stifled your sounds for a moment with a more firm grip on your throat. When she could feel your pulse hammering beneath her finger tips.

“ nice and quiet. Or do you want them all to hear you? Is that what you want? “ it’s what she wanted. Deep down. A part of her desperately wanted people to hear, to remind everyone and anyone that thought they had a chance with you to back off. But a louder part of her was yelling at her, that she didn’t want anyone finding you both there. So you’d have to quiet down “ quiet “ she warned.

She sighed in mild annoyance when you didn’t listen.

“ sorry I- I can’t- “ so she clamped her hand down over your mouth and shook her head in disappointment. Though internally she was unbelievably fucking smug, very much getting off on the fact that you couldn’t control yourself. Because of her. You were a whimpering, shuddering wreck because of her.

She wondered if she should have planned this a little more thoroughly before executing it. If she could’ve roped Joel into dragging the man you had been flirting with down that alley too. Forced him to watch. Get a couple of hits in to really cement the fact. That you were hers. No one else’s. You weren’t to be touched. Or looked at. Or even thought about but anyone but her.

In an ideal world where she didn’t act on impulse and actually planned that exact moment, that’s what would have happened. Maybe she’d have even taken you some place more secluded. Where she didn’t have to force you to be quiet, where she could let you be loud. Let that bastards ears be filled with you moaning her name. The wet sounds of your cunt soaking her fingers.

He’d never get to have you like that. He’d never get to feel the way you clenched on her fingers, the way your inner walls were so soft. No one would. Only her.

But maybe that was for another time. In that moment she was quite pleased with herself, pleased with the way she had you whimpering into her one hand and dripping all over the other.

She wished you could see how pathetic you looked there for her, squirming in her hold, eyes rolling to the back of your head as she pushed you closer the edge. Her hand across your mouth, neck covered in fresh hickeys, your arms grazing against the brick wall.

“ I don’t want you acting like that anymore. You understand me? “ she curled her fingers as she said it, pressing at the spot she knew sent you spiralling. That she knew would render you unable to respond, that gave you that wonderful blank look in your eyes when all you could think about was her. Exactly as she wanted you. You nodded your head, eyes falling closed “ I can’t have you showing me up like that again“

She couldn’t. She didn’t need people seeing you treat her like a pushover, so easily able to walk all over her. She was in charge. She had the control. You were hers

“ who do you belong to? “ she asked you, moving her hand down from your mouth and gripping at your chin “ who? “

“ you “ you said breathlessly, your chest heaving and grip on her wrist tightening. She knew you well enough to know when you were almost there, recognised the sounds. The look in your eyes. The way you tightened around her fingers.

“ say it again”

“ fuck- “ she was a little cautious of how loud you were being again but she wanted to hear you say it, needed you to say her name and feed the jealous creature sitting in her chest.

“ say it or I swear I will leave you here like this “ she threatened “ say my name baby “

“ Tess “ you gasped, voice high and breathy “ Tess. You I belong to you please- “ she smiled and gave a small nod.

“ that’s my girl “ she moved her hand back over your mouth as you came, whining loudly even muffled by her fingers “ you fuckin remember that yeah? You’re mine “ she said against your ear as she worked you through it, coming over her fingers “ all mine “ she kept going, only withdrawing her fingers when you slumped against her. Legs shaking and chest heaving as you caught your breath.

She dropped her hand from your mouth, eyes scanning your face and an overwhelming smugness settling over her at your fucked out appearance.

“ did I make myself clear? “ she asked quietly, thumb brushing over your lips.

“ crystal “ she pressed a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth before letting you go and taking a step back, running a hand through her hair as she looked at her handiwork. It was clear as day what had just happened and she took great pride in the fact that you would walk back into that courtyard, and everyone would know. Bruises were blooming on your throat, your cheeks were flushed, lips swollen from your teeth sinking into them, hair dishevelled.

“ I’ll let you get back to work then shall I? “ she said with a smile as if it were the most normal thing.

“ you fuckin kidding me? “ she shrugged and leant forward to press a kiss to your cheek “ just keep your hands to yourself this time “ then she stepped back and made her way back to Joel, almost sauntering her way back to the table where he was still sat.

The cat who had gotten the cream.

“ you are fuckin unbelievable “ he muttered with a shake of his head as she sat back in her chair, arms folded over her chest and eyes locked on the entrance to the alleyway waiting for you to appear.

“ deal me some new cards Texas “ he shook his head with a sigh but gathered up the cards again as you re appeared. You had tried to make yourself look more presentable by the looks of things, but even if people could excuse the flushed look of your cheeks or the glazed look in your eyes. There was no escaping the freshly bloomed artwork she’d left on your neck.

She’d like to see anyone try it on with you now.

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