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rafeandonlyrafe · 2 months

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best friends dad

words: 500

warnings: 18+ only!, extreme age gap!, dub/NONCON!!, aged up!rafe, husband! and father!rafe, cheating, reader is described as barely 18, rafe is readers best friends dad, daddy kink, over clothes sex, cumming in pants, threats (including of falsely accusing of r*pe)

part one / part two / part three

“s-stop it.” rafe says, but instead of his hands trying to push you off his lap, they stay planted firmly on your hips.

“why should i stop?” you hum. “you know i can feel how hard you are, right?”

“you’re my daughters best friend, we-we can’t be doing this.” rafe is struggling to keep his eyes open. he hasn’t felt this kind of pleasure in years, as his marriage stretched out longer and became unhappy, as his kids grew up.

“wow, no thought of your wife huh?” you giggle. your best friend already told you everything. every little details of her parents fighting, not realizing why you were so interested.

“please. you’re too young.” rafe begs. technically legal, sure, but barely, with rafe being over twice your age, only a few years younger than your own father.

“you’re big and strong. if you wanted me to really stop, you would just force me off.” you continue to grind down, your shorts and his khakis separating you, but you can feel his straining length easily.

“this is not appropriate.” rafe groans out, his hands squeezing tighter at your hips.

“but you love it.” you smirk, moving faster, adding a slight bounce to your grind. “you love how young i am. it gets you off.” “what do you want from me?” rafe asks, a few moans slipping out of his mouth.

“i want you to fuck me, duh.” you roll your eyes like its obvious. you tug at your shirt, already low cut, typical revealing outfit that you always wear when you know your best friends dad will be around.

rafe doesn’t respond, his eyes half open, attempting to watch as you tug the front of your shirt down to reveal your bra, lacey and tight to your skin, nipples clearly poking through.

“come on, daddy.” you coo. “i want your cock.”

“fuck!” rafe shouts out, praying no one is listening, especially not his daughter. “i’m cumming!”

you grind harder, with more determination as you feel rafe soak his pants. you smile, pulling back to look down at the dark patch in his previously pristine pants.

“damn, you like being called daddy then huh?” you giggle, leaning forward to press a kiss to rafes lips, his mouth still open, jaw slackened as he breathes heavily.

“you need to leave, right now.” he manages to push you off now that his head isn’t being overrun by pleasure.

“i don’t think so.” you shake your head as he places you down on the couch. “you got to cum, but i didn’t. so you better figure out if you wanna use your tongue or your fingers to get me there.” “we’ve already done too much, this will not be happening again.” rafe argues, even as his eyes skim over your still exposed bra, memorizing every detail and swirl of the lace.

“oh, but it will.” you smirk. “otherwise i will tell your daughter everything. maybe your wife too. go running to her and tell her how big mean rafe forced himself onto me.” “you wouldn’t.” rafe looks at you with a different view now, no longer seeing you as the innocent best friend of his daughter who would come over for playdates.

“i would.” you open your legs, spreading them wide. “now get to work.”

read part two here

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joelscruff · 3 months

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keep it squeaky (joel miller x f!reader) 18+

a/n the way this just kinda happened and idk how to explain any of it. if it's not your thing pls move along!! but if it is your thing...enjoy. bear with me, it was written in about 30 minutes. summary: joel miller has a problem, and it's his daughter's new best friend. or, alternatively, joel listens to you pee while he's in the shower. rating: 18+ explicit warnings: age gap (you're in your 20s, joel is in his 50s), piss kink (????) i honestly don't know if this classifies as actual piss kink. he can hear you pee (and then watches you). you're on the toilet. idk if i can get any more clear than that, jerking off in the shower, joel having dirty thoughts cause he's a dirty old man, imaginary creampie, imaginary tummy bulge word count: 1.8k

You've been teasing him. You love teasing him.

It's been a long, grueling week of teasing.

But you and Sarah finally head back to college tomorrow, and he can't thank his lucky stars enough. He'd thought it'd be nice having her back here, even nicer that she decided to bring a friend along.

How wrong he'd been.

You're, for lack of a better word, persistent. Very persistent. And he's flattered, don't get him wrong, he's extremely flattered; beyond awestruck that someone as young and beautiful as you would have any interest in an old man like him. It had taken a few days for him to actually even accept what was happening; the flirty comments, the seductive glances, the little touches here and there. He'd thought he was making it up, that maybe you were just a touchy-feely kinda person, a lover of intimacy with everyone.

Until you'd been on the couch together on the third night. You'd leaned over to grab something - the remote, your drink, he can't even remember now - and you'd purposely made sure to brush your knee against his bulge. You'd kept it there for a few seconds, rubbed it gently, and then with a wink you'd grabbed whatever you'd been reaching for and settled in next to him again. Sarah, on the opposite side of you, hadn't noticed a thing.

But he had. And he'd noticed everything else you were doing after that. Nudging your foot against his ankle under the kitchen table, brushing past a little too closely in the kitchen so that your breasts pushed against his back, wiped crumbs of dessert from his mouth with your thumb and then sucked it into your own with a wide-eyed and flirtatious expression.

Not to mention the shit you wore - when you'd first arrived you'd been in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, nothing unusual. But after that first day of meeting him you'd suddenly switched to dresses exclusively. Short little things that barely covered the tops of your thighs, frilly material that bunched up in the back whenever you bent over.

He's now seen the plump shape of your ass and those delicate little panties you wear way too many times to count.

But he can't. He cannot act on the desire he feels for you, even though you're quietly begging for it. You're his daughter's best friend, not to mention he's three times your age. Only a dirty old man would even consider reciprocating the things you've done to him this week.

It's just one more day, he tells himself. Just one more day and she's gone.

It's on that final day that he finds himself where he usually does on a Saturday morning - in the shower. He's humming along to a tune he can't place and scrubbing body wash along his arms when he suddenly hears a knock at the door, light and almost shy. He freezes, raises an eyebrow.

"Mr. Miller?" he hears your voice on the other side, "Can I come in? I have to pee."

His eyes go wide; is she serious? She can't wait a few minutes for him to finish?

"I'll be out in a few," he calls back, trying to ignore the speed at which his heart is suddenly pounding.

"I don't think I can wait, I really have to go," you reply almost immediately, voice edged with a desperation he can't tell is real or fake. He lets out a low groan, hand coming up to pinch the space between his eyebrows as he figures out what to do.

Before he can decide he hears the squeak of the bathroom door, opening just a little bit. Fuck.

He could yell at you. He could tell you to leave him alone, to give him privacy. He'd have every right. Even Sarah would back him up.

But then he hears your little voice again, soft and eager.

"I'll be quick, I promise."

He brings his hand to his mouth, bites at the flesh on the back of it and shakes his head underneath the stream of water. This is a bad idea. This is a very bad idea.

"Okay," he manages to say, voice husky and muffled against his skin.

He hears you close the door behind yourself, hears the soft footsteps of your bare feet against the tile. He wonders what you're wearing; if you're still in your pajamas - those cute little pink shorts and that tiny white bralette - or if you're already dressed. What if you're wearing another one of those little dresses?

His cock, which only a moment ago lay soft against his inner thigh, starts to harden.

"M'sorry, I really had to go," he hears you say sweetly from the other side of the shower curtain, "And you guys only have the one bathroom, so..."

"It's okay," he replies, voice almost pained, "It's okay, I don't mind."

And he hates that it's the truth.

He doesn't hear you sit down on the toilet over the sound of flowing water, isn't sure whether you've already started or you're still waiting for him to say something else. He clears his throat awkwardly, willing himself not to look down at his growing erection.

"Y'good there?"

"Yeah, sometimes it just takes me a minute when I'm around someone else."

Then why the fuck couldn't you just wait? He wants to ask, desperation and arousal clawing at his thoughts as he leans his head back against the shower wall. He brings his hands up and covers his eyes, wills you to just do what you need to do and get out.

His cock bobs against his stomach.

And then he hears it - it's different than the shower, less heavy. More light, delicate. An almost melodic sound that echoes against the bathroom walls, overwhelms his senses to the point where it's suddenly all he can hear. It flows out of you slowly at first, then steadily.

Oh fuck.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

You're doing this on purpose. He fucking knows you are. He knows you're dragging it out, taking your time, knows that you're probably hoping he'll take a peek at you as you do it.

And fuck, he hates that you're right.

He removes his hands from his face and brings one down to finger the shower curtain quietly, pulling it the tiniest bit so he can see past it. He feels like such a fucking pervert, the dirtiest old man that ever existed, and yet the throbbing in his now fully hard cock and the sound of you pissing inches away is telling him that he needs to look.

So he does. And there you are.

You are wearing one of your dresses, pink and tiny and perfect. Your pretty little panties are around your ankles and you've got your dress bunched up over your thighs, almost up to your chest. He can see so much of you, so much that's been hidden only just out of sight all week. The tops of your thighs, round and soft, the perfect pouch of your belly that peeks out under where you're holding the material of your dress. And there...just barely in view... he can see the smallest hint of your pussy.

He stares. And he listens.

You must know he's watching you, but you don't let on. You stare straight ahead, holding your dress high above your tummy and pushing out the remainder of your release with a dazed little smile on your face.

He wonders if your clit is throbbing. He wonders if it's poking out while you sit there, wonders what colour it is and how it would feel beneath his fingertip. He hears that beautiful twinkling sound and imagines what your pussy must look like as it relieves itself, wonders if it's pulsing, wonders what your little holes must be doing under there, just out of his eyesight.

With barely any thought he begins to stroke his cock with his free hand, mouth popping open as he pulls and pushes and continues to watch you - the prettiest little thing he's seen in way too long - in such a vulnerable state. He knows you're almost done, knows you can't make it last forever - even though you both want it to.

He tilts his head a bit, brows furrowed, eyes dark. He stares at your tummy and imagines the outline of his cock poking through from the other side. Would your little hole take all of him? Would it fit? Would you beg for it?

If you don't leave in the next minute he's going to fuck you.

And just as that thought crosses his mind, your pretty little stream dies out. The sound of the shower centers his world again and disappointment floods his body. Don't go. Don't leave yet. Show me that soft little pussy, please.

Much to his chagrin you carefully pull yourself up from the toilet. He watches as you flush, watches as you turn away from the shower to slowly bend over, reaching for your panties. His jaw goes slack, fist still pumping his cock as you do just what he was wishing. He can see your folds, see the little drips of liquid still clinging to your outer lips, can almost see the hint of your little clit peeking out.

He comes almost immediately, white heat gurgling onto his fist and down into the drain below as he stares at that perfect little seam, wet and dripping and begging to be fucked. He wishes he was filling it up, wishes he was painting your insides and making you squeal, holding you close with his balls pressed firm against that perfect ass.

You pull up your panties slowly, making a bit of a show of it before you're suddenly standing straight. You start to turn around, back toward the shower, and at that he lets go of the curtain and allows it to fall back into place, concealing him - and his now softening cock - from your view.

He listens as you turn on the tap, doesn't mind that the water goes a bit cold as you do - anything to get some clarity.

"I'm done now, sorry about that," he hears you say over the sound of water hitting the tiles, "I just really had to go."

"Th-that's okay," he manages to get out, voice strained and practically wrecked, "Whatever you need, sweetheart."

"You're so nice," you reply, and he can hear that you're smiling, "Enjoy your shower, Mr. Miller."

That evening, he calls for you while you and Sarah are watching a movie downstairs. Jumping at the chance to be alone with him, of course you tell Sarah not to pause it, tell her to keep watching because you've "seen it before" and you "won't be long".

It's almost like you know.

You know that when you find him upstairs he'll be standing in the bathroom, know that he'll pull you inside and close the door behind you.

"You forgot to wipe, sweetheart. Lemme show you."

#joel miller x reader #joel miller smut #*

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pwinkprincess · 1 month

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yuji fuckin u while gumi’s sleepin beside u two :3

if u dont like, dont read!!!! aged up 20+ characters. if u cant differentiate different timelines dni!!

you three have always been close. since you guys were young teenagers into your early adult stages. nothing major shifted, if anything you guys only grew closer. there’s no such thing as secrets or embarrassment, you have all seen each other at your worst and best. one minor thing that did shift is you and yuji’s relationship.

your relationship with him blossomed after one drunken night. megumi had bailed due to a mission taking longer than he thought. usually, you and yuji wouldn’t have gone to the newfound club without him, but you two were so excited and had been waiting months for your schedules to align and to go out for the night. everything was innocent and platonic, until it wasn’t. after one too many shots, you and yuji somehow ended up in the back of his car with his cock nestled deep inside your tight walls. since then, the two of you have grown closer and closer until he asked you if he could be your boyfriend.

megumi gave a neutral reaction when the two of you told him about your new relationship status. which to you, was a relief. thankfully, things really didn’t change. you three still did everything together, and there continued to be no secrets or embarrassment. you only feel bad for megumi when you and yuji get into an argument and he’s thrown in the middle with the two of you pressuring him to pick a side.

your eyes trail over to megumi’s sleeping figure. he has his back turned to you and yuji while he sleeps. what started off as the three of you having your common sleepover, turned sinister when yuji woke up at four am with a hard leaking boner. of course he made it your problem also.

he has you on your side, your back to his chest. your panties are slid to your knees while your legs are slightly pried at an angle. you bite down on your lip as you try to contain your moans and mewls. yuji’s cock is sliding through your slick pussy so deliciously. with all three of you being so quiet you could hear the sound of your pussy slickening his cock every time he pushes his hips against yours. the bed rattles every now and then when he hits a particularly hard thrust that causes your mouth to fly open and a weak sound to escape.

yuji presses soft kisses on your exposed neck. “you feel so fuckin good, babe.” he sighs out. “wanna fuck you harder.” his voice is whinier the closer he gets to his orgasm.

“c-can’t.” you whisper to him. “gumi’s gonna一haaa..” you’re cut off when you feel him twitch inside you and send a particularly hard thrust when you say megumi’s name.

“i know.. i know.” he groans. “jus wanna..” he kisses more spots on your neck. “jus wanna fuck you like i mean it.”

“you’re already making me feel good, yu.” your back arches when yuji suddenly brings two fingers to your clit. he begins rubbing in fast circles, trying to coax an orgasm from you.

“could make you feel even better.” he grabs your jaw with his other hand. he forces your head in his direction. the two of you stare at each other for a few seconds, not saying anything. you let your bodies colliding together do the talking for that moment. yuji cuts the moment when he crashes his lips against yours, he pulls you into a sloppy kiss.

unbeknown to the two of you, megumi has his eyes sleepily pried open. his fingers are slowly rubbing over the tip of his clothed cock. he wants to rub his boner on something; anything. hearing the lewd sounds from your pussy and your lips slapping together. he almost wants to cry from how hard he is. he wants so badly to just turn around and look. just a peak. he wouldn’t even touch you or yuji, he’s just desperate to take a glance.

he feels like such a perv for just listening to the two of you fucking and not stopping it. he decides he’ll never speak of this moment and he hopes that the two of you do the same.

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ikarakie · 1 year

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what if they won? what if steve was trying to get the injured eddie out of the upside down as the gates were sewing themselves back up again? what if he knew that not everyone could get out safely, so he sends robin and nancy through. then he sends them eddie and hoists dustin after him and by the time everyone else is through, he knows there's no time.

dustin screams. he curses him out and sobs as the gate closes between them. steve promises it'll be fine, just take care of eddie, he'll be fine, but they both know he can't know that. robin looks so betrayed, so heartbroken, he can't bear to meet her eyes. just looks to the floor and tries to tune out their pleads until the gate's shut for good and he's all alone.

maybe he hadn't really thought it through. just figured his chances were better on this side than trying to squeeze through an actively closing gate and possibly being torn in half between worlds. decided that, out of all of them, he was the one who deserved to go back the least. they all had families that actually cared, that were waiting for them. they had each other, and soon enough they'd forget about him. it was all for the best.

but it still hurt. he still sat in the upside down version of eddie's trailer and wept. wished to tell dustin he loved him like a little brother, wished to kiss robin on her head one more time, wished to know if max was okay, wished that he and eddie could've become real, proper friends.

wished to know if there was something else eddie had wanted to tell him before they split off. if he'd misread things, especially after he'd pushed so hard for him and nancy to get back together. but none of that mattered anymore, because he was stuck here now.

after a few hours of crying and wallowing he gets his ass up and decides he's gonna at least try to survive for a while. he decides to stay in eddie's trailer. doesn't feel like he could make it to his own house, and doesn't even think he wants to. though he does trek to the nearest convenience store (and cries there, too, because he remembers bringing max and the kids here for snacks so many times). picks up whatever non-perishable food he can carry and then holes up.

he thinks of little will byers. cries some more, for him. so small, all alone in this place. how strong he was, how he was braver than steve ever would be, even at his young age. thinks he'd like to tell him that, if he ever could.

he's not sure how long passes. maybe days, maybe weeks. not like it's easy to tell how time goes down here. he would say he lost hope, but he never really had any hope to lose. he never intended for anyone to come and get him, made his peace with the fact he'd die here when he watched the ceiling gate close back up again. it's pathetic, how he mopes around and sits in a single spot for days on end. staring at the walls, not moving a muscle.

that's how she finds him. when he hears the door to the trailer jiggle, he just sort of thinks: ah, this is it. something's come for me. wonders if his parents will come to his funeral, if he even gets one.

it slams open. he doesn't even turn his head, doesn't want to know what it is that'll have him. just closes his eyes and waits, listens as it quietly comes towards him. crouches between his legs and- and takes his hands- what-

"steve." he opens his eyes and the floodgates start up again because it's el. her hair's buzzed again, which breaks his heart because he'd been the one to show her how to take care of it when she was growing it out. knew how proud she was of how long it'd gotten. but she's smiling so brightly, like she's won the lottery.

"el?" he asks, and he's shocked at how broken he sounds. "why are you here?"

"i have come to take you home." she says, rather matter of factly, leaving exactly zero room for argument. there's a fierce determination in her eyes, and she squeezes both of his hands.

but it's so dangerous here, he wants to say, you could've gotten hurt. why go through all of that for me?

and maybe she's been hiding mind reading powers from them, because she adds, "everyone misses you. i would have come sooner, but it took a while to get back to hawkins." then, she smiles. "i think they would have found a way even if i didn't, though."

it's like it all hits him at once. they've missed him. they've all been... looking for ways to come get him, this whole time. however long it's been. they didn't just forget about him like he wanted expected. the very idea suddenly seems so silly.

he takes a shaky breath. "well, in that case, let's not keep them waiting, yeah?" she smiles, big and happy, and nods.

part 2

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pucksandpower · 1 year

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IN MY BLOOD

Y/N SENNA x CHARLES LECLERC

Series Masterlist

INTERLUDE: Grid Walks

2000 — Age 5

“Hello, Y/N. How are you enjoying race day so far?” Martin asked, bending down to her level.

Y/N grinned mischievously, “Oh Mr. Brundle, I love it! But you know what? I've been to so many races that I think I know this place better than you.”

Martin chuckled, intrigued by her confidence. “Is that so? Well perhaps you can give me a guided tour sometime.”

Y/N's eyes sparkled with excitement. “Deal. But first you have to catch me!” With that, she darted off into the paddock.

“Hey, where are you going?” Martin called out, chasing after her.

But Y/N was already gone, her laughter echoing through the air. Martin found himself in a comical game of cat and mouse, weaving through the paddock, trying to keep up with the energetic young Senna.

Finally, after a series of twists and turns, Martin managed to catch up with Y/N. She was standing by the side of the track, giggling uncontrollably. “Gotcha!” she exclaimed, clearly proud of her mini-adventure.

Martin gasped for breath, a grin forming on his face. “Y/N, you really gave me a run for my money. You're as fast as your father on the track!”

Y/N smiled in delight, her small chest puffed with pride. “Thank you, Mr. Brundle. I'm just getting started.”

2004 — Age 9

Spotting Y/N near her father's memorial, Martin approached her with a smile. “Hello, Y/N. How's the karting going?”

Y/N's eyes lit up and she eagerly launched into a passionate monologue about her karting experiences. “Mr. Brundle, you won't believe it. I had this incredible race last weekend. I started from the back but I overtook one kart after another and finished on the podium!”

Martin listened intently, captivated by Y/N's enthusiasm. “That sounds like an amazing race. It's clear that the racing genes run strong in your family. Your father would be proud.”

Y/N nodded vigorously, her ponytail bouncing with excitement. “I want to be the best, just like him. I practice every day and study every race I watch.”

Martin couldn't help but smile at Y/N's determination. “I have no doubt that you'll achieve great things. Keep pushing and one day we might see you in a Formula 1 car.”

2008 — Age 13

On the grid, Martin spotted Y/N intently observing the mechanics working on the cars. He approached her with a smile, ready to engage in a conversation about the technical side of the sport.

“Y/N, it's great to see you here. What fascinates you most about Formula 1?��

Y/N's eyes sparkled as she replied, “Hi, Martin! I love everything about it. The aerodynamics, the engineering, the strategies — it's like a puzzle waiting to be solved. Did you know that the airflow around the car affects its performance? It's amazing!”

Martin raised an eyebrow, impressed by Y/N's knowledge. “Well, you certainly know your stuff. I might have to come to you for technical insights in the future.”

Y/N beamed with pride. “Absolutely! Anytime you need a crash course in this side of F1, just let me know.”

Martin chuckled, enjoying their banter. "I might take you up on that offer. Just be prepared for a barrage of questions."

Y/N nodded eagerly. “Bring it on, I'm always up for a challenge.”

As they continued their conversation, Martin couldn't help but notice Y/N's genuine passion and curiosity for the technical aspects of Formula 1. It was clear that she had inherited her father's analytical mind and thirst for knowledge.

“Y/N, you remind me so much of your father. He had a similar fascination with the technical side of racing,” Martin remarked, a touch of nostalgia in his voice.

Y/N's eyes widened with excitement. “Really? That means so much to me. I've always looked up to him and admired his approach to racing. If I can carry even a fraction of his dedication, I'll be happy.”

Martin smiled warmly at her. “You're already making your own mark. Keep nurturing that passion and who knows where it will take you?”

2012 — Age 17

Martin found himself amidst the bustling paddock, searching for the now seventeen-year-old Y/N Senna. He spotted her in deep conversation with her future team, a determined expression on her face.

Approaching her with a smile, Martin congratulated her on signing her first Formula 1 contract. “Y/N, congratulations on your contract! How does it feel to be back in the paddock but as a driver this time?”

Y/N's face lit up with joy as she replied, “Thank you, Martin! It's an incredible feeling — a dream come true. I can't wait to show what I'm capable of on the track.”

Martin nodded, his excitement mirroring Y/N's. “I have no doubt that you'll do amazing things. Your journey has been incredible to witness, from that mischievous young girl to the talented racer standing before me today.”

Y/N filled with gratitude, her eyes glistening with determination. “Thank you. Your support means the world to me. I'll give it my all and make my family proud.”

Martin patted her shoulder, a paternal gesture filled with encouragement. “Remember, you carry the legacy of a true racing legend. Your father's spirit and passion live on through you. Embrace the challenge, enjoy every moment, and keep making us all proud.”

As the interview concluded, Martin couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and anticipation for the upcoming season, where Y/N Senna would make her Formula 1 racing debut.

With a playful twinkle in his eye, Martin leaned closer to Y/N and whispered, “You know, your father was known for his incredible speed and skill on the track. But you seem to have inherited his mischievous spirit too.”

Y/N laughed, her eyes shining with a mix of innocence and determination. “Maybe I got it from him. I can't promise I won't give you another run for your money someday, Martin.”

Martin chuckled, his heart filled with warmth. “I'll be ready for the challenge. Just make sure I have my running shoes on.”

With a final wave and a shared laughter, Martin left the grid, eagerly awaiting the moment when Y/N would grace the Formula 1 circuits as a driver. He knew that her journey would be filled with triumphs, challenges, and the unwavering support of so many motorsport legends.

As the engines roared and the lights dimmed on the current season, the motorsport world brimmed with anticipation for the next. They eagerly awaited the day when Y/N Senna, with her father's legacy as her guiding star, would step into her racing car and write her own chapter in the history of Formula 1.

And so, the world watched with bated breath, knowing that the story of Y/N Senna would unfold in the seasons to come. With every lap, every victory, and every challenge she faced, Y/N would make her mark, continuing the legacy of her father while creating a legacy of her own.

And through it all, Martin Brundle would be there, cheering her on, sharing in the excitement, and forever grateful for the lighthearted moments they shared during those unforgettable grid walks.

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candyflossfairy · 1 year

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𝑚𝑟. 𝑚𝑢𝑛𝑠𝑜𝑛 (𝑒.𝑚. 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟)

𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: Dad!Eddie x Teacher!Reader. It's that time of year for parent-teacher conferences, and you finally meet Ronnie's father, Mr. Munson.

𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 18+ only, unprotected sex (p in v), slight choking, Jacobs Ladder piercings.

𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 3.7k

𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠: Eddie manip by @eddiemunsons-missingnipple . My work for @newlips milestone of love!

Your first year of teaching was going by pretty well. The students were sweet, fun, and for the most part, they listened. Of course, sitting in a classroom all day was tough work for second graders, they got a little restless after lunch. You didn’t mind it, though. There was a lot of gift giving that made it all better. Notes, drawings, coloring book pages, apples, even one gave you a glass apple with the words World’s Best Teacher! on it that you kept on your desk. It was sweet, really. All of them were, in their own ways.

Even the ones that acted out more than others.

Like Lucy Carver who had a knack for acting like a princess and bribing others with lunch money to do classwork for her.

Or her step-brother, Ronnie Munson, who would pick on his sister relentlessly and talk loudly in class for attention. You knew it was for attention, because you saw who picked up Lucy every day and who picked up Ronnie. He was missing out on some motherly love. You hated Chrissy Carver for that. There were days when she did pick him up, but most of the time it was Mr. Munson, or Wayne Munson, Ronnie’s great uncle that would pick him up.

You hugged Ronnie a little tighter than the other kids. You made sure he did his classwork and helped him when he needed it because of it. Not to say you had a favorite, you just knew which kids needed an extra push. It was sad that at such a young age he felt like he wasn’t getting enough love from his mother, even if he didn’t know that’s what he was feeling.

He was a cute kid, too. Looked like a carbon copy of his dad—dark curls and chocolate eyes. It was better that way, you thought. When he was older he wouldn’t look in the mirror and see his mom staring back at him.

It was parent-teacher conference day. You were nervous for your first one, but your colleagues assured you that there wasn’t much to be nervous about. Some parents were dicks when it came to their child’s grades, but for the most part it was manageable. Plus you got a better insight on what parents helped their kids at home, and which ones left them to their devices.

“Lucy is doing great as far as her social skills. She’s developing them very well. She also has a talent for math—on the days she decides to do it.” You explained to Mr. and Mrs. Carver, “I think a little more encouragement from the two of you and she will be on top of her schoolwork more.”

“So you’re saying it’s our fault?” Mr. Carver spat.

“Jason—” Mrs. Carver chastised.

“I’m not saying that at all, Mr. Carver.” You said calmly, giving him a smile, “But I do think restricting the amount of money you give to your child will keep her from paying others to do her schoolwork for her. She’s a very smart girl when she applies herself.” You continued.

“Thank you very much for your time. We will keep that in mind.” Mrs. Carver said, as they stood up. She picked up the progress report and the two of them stepped outside.

You sighed, pressing a hand to your face.

“I feel that way after interacting with them too,”

You shot up straight, a soft flush to your cheeks.

“No, really, they can be pretty awful.” Mr. Munson stepped inside, shutting the classroom door behind him.

“Is… Mrs. Carver not joining us?” You asked, clearing your throat as you shuffled your papers before looking for Ronnie’s.

“Chrissy? Nah, she tries to forget that we both exist as much as she can.” Mr. Munson told you with a playful grin, as he grabbed a chair on the other side of your desk. He turned it around before sitting in it backwards, his legs spread widely and his crotch on display from the wide hole in the back of it.

You kept your eyes on his face, even though it was in your peripheral. Mr. Munson was attractive, covered in tattoos, a labret piercing above his chin, one in his eyebrow. He also had muscles that strained against his shirt from many days working at the mechanic shop in town. You hadn’t been there since you’d moved to Hawkins, but you did know he worked there.

Single mom’s talked about him quite often. He had a little bit of a reputation for fixing problems that they’d had.

Not to mention, he was a bit older than you — not by that much. He was in his late 20s, you were in your mid, it wasn’t bad.

You didn’t know why you were thinking about this. You were having a parent-teacher conference about his son. It had nothing to do with the fact that you hadn’t had sex since you’d moved here. It didn’t have to do with the fact that Mr. Munson was too sexy for his own good.

You swallowed, and looked down at Ronnie’s progress report.

“I’m sorry to hear that.” You responded.

“Nah, no biggie. I’m more upset for Ronnie’s sake than my own. She’s been a bitch since she married Carver.” He shrugged.

You snorted a chuckle at that, trying to hide it. You’d seen how snooty she was, too. You couldn’t imagine her ever being any other way.

“It’s true. She used to be a sweet little thing. Loved me and our boy. Carver’s…persuasive. I’m just glad we split up before Ronnie could remember much. He doesn’t remember her like that. I think it makes it hurt less — sorry, didn’t mean to like — spill on you. Anyways, how’s Ronnie doing in class?”

You swallowed back your thoughts. So, you’d been right. Mrs. Carver didn’t care for her son much.

“He needs a little extra pushing from me from time to time. He does like to aggravate Lucy and awful lot and cause disruptions, but he’s been getting better since the school year first started.” You started off, looking over his progress report. You highlighted a few grades and slid the paper over to Mr. Munson.

“These zeros are homework assignments he never turned in. It’s not particularly hurting his overall grade, but if you can get him to do them, I’ll give him seventy-five percent credit for them. I know single parenting is much harder than it looks on the outside, so I’m willing to work with you, and him, to make sure he’s able to move up next year.” You smiled at him kindly.

“We appreciate that.” Mr. Munson nodded, looking at the report, “These aren’t hard assignments either, huh? I guess they just got lost in the fray of things.” He laughed, before his eyes flicked to you, “Though, it’ll be a shame that I don’t get to see your smiling face every morning after he moves up.”

Your cheeks flared pink at that, and you brushed some hair behind your ear. You couldn’t tell if he was flirting or not, but… God, you hoped he was.

“Well, I’ll still be here next year… so there’s no shame in dropping by to see me.” You smiled at him, folding your hands on your desk.

“No? Wouldn’t be weird if I… came by and saw you without my kid?” He asked, grinning back.

“Definitely not.” You hummed.

Mr. Munson looked at the time, before standing. “Our time slot is up.” He mused, turning the chair back around the right way.

You bit your lip, before standing. “My last one ends at eight.” You said quickly.

“Oh? Did you…want me to come back?” His brows lifted.

You nodded.

“Alright, I’ll see you in an hour.”

“Thank you, Mr. Harrington. Goodnight.” You shut your door after your final meeting and bellowed a sigh, closing your eyes for a moment as you leaned back against the door. It had been a long day, and for the most part people hadn’t been awful, but there had been a select few who had been awful.

There was a soft knock on your door, and you opened it back up.

“Oh, Mr. Munson —” You had forgotten, so wrapped up in everything, you had forgotten he was going to come back. Your cheeks flushed again and you stepped aside to let him into your classroom.

He kicked the door shut behind him, his hands shoved into the pockets of his leather jacket. “Did you not expect me to come back?” He asked, grinning a bit.

“No—it’s not that.” You laughed, “I just. You know.” You shrugged. “I’m glad you’re back.” You rubbed your arm nervously.

“Yeah?” He chuckled, stepping closer to you, “And why’s that?”

You were almost nose to nose with him. You could feel his breath fanning over your skin. You swallowed, thickly.

“Mr. Munson—”

“You can call me Eddie.” He cut you off.

“Eddie—” You started, “Is Ronnie taken care of for the night?” You had to make sure.

“Took him to his great uncle Wayne’s. He loves it over there. He’s set.” He gently lifted a hand and brushed some of your hair back.

You wet your lips, and his eyes flicked down to them.

“Why don’t we go back to my place?” He suggested, his hand gently resting on your jaw. He rubbed his thumb over your bottom lip and you couldn’t ignore the warmth that flooded between your legs at that.

You nodded, numbly, and turned to gather your things. He watched you from afar as you placed all of your paperwork into a binder and shoved it, and your laptop, haphazardly into your school bag.

“Wanna meet me there, or ride with me?” He asked, winking at you.

“Either is fine.” You cleared your throat.

“You like motorcycles?” He chuckled. You raised your brows before nodding.

Fuck, that was hot. He had a motorcycle? He should just breed you now.

You let that thought wash over you as you followed him out of the school, stopping only to put your bag into your car before swallowing thickly as Eddie handed you a helmet.

“Safety first.” He winked at you, pulling his long hair up into a bun at the base of his neck. You tried to not think to hard about him putting his hair up to eat you out, but it wasn’t easy to ignore.

You slipped the helmet on and clipped it into place. He straddled the motorcycle.

“Alright, throw your leg over like I did and hold on tight.” He grinned at you.

“What happened to ‘safety first’?” You asked, raising a brow at the fact that he didn’t have a helmet on.

“For you, sweetheart. Not for me. I like to live dangerously.” He laughed loudly.

You shook your head in amusement as you took his hand, throwing your leg over the back of the bike. Surprisingly, you didn’t fall on your face or stumble, and settled into the seat behind him.

You wrapped your arms around his waist and held on tight.

He was warm, body toned. You couldn’t wait to see what it looked like naked.

He turned on the bike and kicked up the kickstand, revving the engine a few times before he took off out of the parking lot.

You couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled up in you as he raced down the street. It had been a while since you’d done anything fun. Moving to Hawkins had been a bit of a poison to your social life — sure, you had the other teachers at Hawkins Elementary, but most of them were much older than you and had lived there their entire lives.

He pulled up to the only apartment complex in Hawkins; a newer building you had been told. They looked fairly nice from the outside, and you couldn’t wait to see the inside.

Eddie pulled into a parking spot and kicked the stand back down, shutting the bike off.

He helped you off of the bike and tilted his head towards the stairs in front of you. “Just up those.” He told you.

You followed him up to the second floor and he unlocked the door first door you came to, letting you in.

“Home sweet home. It’s not much, but it’s ours.” Eddie smiled, shrugging his jacket off. He hung it on a chair in the small dining area and stepped into the kitchen.

“You like beer?” He asked.

“Yeah, a beer would be nice.” You nodded as you looked around.

The front area was a decent sized living room, connected to the small dining room that held a small round table with four chairs. The kitchen was connected to that. There was a short hallway right in front of you. You had to assume the bathroom and bedrooms were back that way.

“Here,” Eddie handed you the beer, popping his open before sitting on the couch. “Make yourself comfy.” He said, propping his boots on the edge of a beat up coffee table.

You followed his suit, sitting next to him on the couch. You crossed one leg over the other, popping your beer open.

You took a sip. It was cheap, but it would take the edge off of whatever nerves you were feeling.

The two of you sat in silence for a moment, just quietly sipping from your beers. It wasn’t awkward persae, it was just… different? You both knew what you were here for, so you weren’t sure why he was playing worlds best host.

You just wanted him to fuck you already.

You downed your beer in the next second, placing it on the coffee table.

“Woah, want another one?” Eddie asked.

“No,” You said, and feeling a spur of confidence, you uncrossed your legs and threw one over his lap, straddling his legs.

He smirked up at you, letting his legs fall from the coffee table.

“Hi,” He said, learning around you to put his beer down.

“Hi,” You responded, smiling down at him.

His hands gently rested on your waist, pinkies on each side pushing up your shirt to feel your skin.

You reached forward, and brushed his hair off of his shoulder.

“Kissing, or no?” You asked, your voice a soft whisper.

“Why wouldn’t I want kissing?” He chuckled.

You shrugged. “Some guys think it’s too intimate.”

His brow furrowed. “Sex is intimate.” He laughed.

You shared a smile with him before leaning in to kiss him. His lips were softer than you had expected, the stubble on his lip scratching your skin softly. You didn’t mind it, really. He was…so fucking hot.

He nipped your lip softly, and you parted them for him, allowing his tongue to invade your mouth. He tasted like beer, and cigarettes. You didn’t mind it as much as you thought. However, maybe it was because it was him.

You brushed the thoughts from your mind, biting at his bottom lip, your teeth lightly clanking against the piercing there.

Tattooed hands pushed up the sides of your shirt, fingers squeezing your sides, pinkies slipping beneath the waistband of your pants. You could feel them toying with the edge of your underwear, too.

You broke the kiss for a breath, panting softly as his mouth made its way to your neck.

“No hickies.” You said quickly, “I don’t need the kids asking questions.”

Eddie chuckled against your skin.

“Bedroom?” He asked, nipping softly at your pulsepoint.

You nodded; and up you went. He had lifted you like you were nothing and he carried you down the hallway. He dropped you on the bed and pulled his shirt off, displaying more tattooed skin. He climbed onto the bed, pressing a knee between your legs as his hand cupped the top of your head, his elbow resting near your shoulder as he kissed you, his entire body covering yours.

You moaned into his mouth as his knee rubbed against your mound. You reached between you to press your hand against his half-hard cock in his jeans. He responded with a soft groan.

You stayed like that for a long while, teasing each other, him with his knee and you with your hand, your lips never leaving one anothers.

It had almost became a game. See who would last the longest before they asked to go further.

You were losing. Your hips were guiding themselves up against your will, rubbing your clothed pussy against his thigh. You weren’t getting much friction from this, but what you were getting was making you soaking wet.

You popped the button of his jeans open, and reached past his boxers as a concession. He had won.

You gasped at what you felt in his pants, breaking the kiss.

“What?” He asked, his voice deep and husky as he continued to rub his knee against you.

“You’re—”

“Yeah, I know.” He chuckled, leaning down to kiss at your neck again.

He hooked his fingers in your shirt and you lifted up to let him pull it off, still a little in shock at what you felt.

His hands were then working at your pants, unzipping them and dragging them, and your panties off in one fell swoop.

His pants were next to go, and you were both naked, but—

Your eyes met his cock. It was large, the tip red and wet with precum… Your fingers gently brushed across the bottom of the shaft. Nestled there in a row were five bars. He had his cock pierced.

You swallowed thickly, wondering what it felt like for those piercings to be inside you. Especially with how big he was.

“Doesn’t hurt — at least no one’s complained.” He chuckled, “And it’s been fully healed for a few years, so nothing to worry about on my end.”

“You did them all at the same time?” You asked, a little shocked.

“Yeah, hurt like hell. But looks fuckin’ hot, don’t it?” He grinned.

You nodded.

He grasped himself in his hand and slapped it against your pussy, making your insides clench tightly. With his other hand he spread your lips and started tapping again, this time against your clit. Your legs jolted softly with each tap, your lips parted in a soft moan.

“Damn, you’re so fuckin’ wet.” He sighed, rubbing his cock against you. “You on the pill?”

“Yeah,” You nodded.

“Good.”

Neither one of you needed for you to get pregnant right now. That was unsaid between you.

He tapped your pussy a few more times, before lining himself up and pushing in.

Your back arched, a low moan leaving you. Your eyes fluttered and your head tipped back.

“That’s it… that’a’girl…take it.” He sighed into the warm air between you.

“Fuck, Mr. Munson..” You moaned.

He laughed softly. “You like callin’ me that? Alright, honey. We can pretend I’m a lot older than you. Bet you flick that pretty little clit of yours at home thinkin’ bout me and the other dads, hm?”

Your cheeks flushed, but you nodded. There was just something so fucking hot about fathers to you. You wanted to have someone like that in your life. Someone to raise kids with you.

“Say it.” He grunted, as he pressed fully into you.

“Ah—! I touch myself thinking about you!” You gasped, your legs circling tightly around his waist.

That’s not how he wanted it, though. He grabbed you tightly by your thighs and wrenched your legs up until they were on his shoulders. He scooted closer to you so that your hips were angled up.

Now, now he was impossibly deeper.

You moaned helplessly, grasping at the sheets.

“You got a pretty little cunt here for me. Soaking wet and tight, mmm…” He sighed, pulling out and thrusting back in.

He found a medium pace that you both seemed to like for now, his hand sliding up your thigh and squeezing.

“You like being choked, baby?” He asked breathily, his free hand brushing up your chest.

You nodded, your lips parted. You couldn’t make words come out right now, you were fucking gone.

His fingers circled around your throat, fingers pressing into your pulse point. Your back arched higher, your head tipping back as you moaned out.

“Fuck, you’re a sweet little thing..” He groaned, speeding up his pace.

“Mr. Munson—!” You whined out, his cock pressing over and over into that spongey spot inside of you.

“Yeah, baby. Say it.” He chuckled.

There was something so inherently dirty about this, even though it was all legal. It was probably because you taught his son at school, really. You couldn’t think about it now, not with his cock pressing into your gspot, and his piercings rubbing up against your walls with every thrust.

“Mr. Munson!” You moaned out again, your hips lifting higher with every thrust.

You could feel your orgasm growing, the heat in your belly getting hotter and hotter until the rubber band snapped, your cunt clamping down on his cock and spasming as you cried out helplessly.

He released your throat, his thrusts never stopping. He groaned, and a few moments later he was pulling out and spilling his seed on your belly.

You were both panting heavily as he dropped onto the bed next to you.

You laid there in silence for a long while, your insides burning from overuse. It had been a while since you’d been fucked, especially by such a thick cock.

Fuck if you didn’t feel good, though.

“Here,” Eddie said, leaning over to grab you a few tissues.

“Thanks.” You hummed, sitting up slightly to clean the cum off of your belly. You tossed them into the trashcan nearby as Eddie stepped across the hallway into what you now knew was the bathroom.

You waited for him to finish cleaning up before you went in yourself, relieving your bladder and cleaning up.

When you came back into the room, Eddie had laid out a shirt for you on the bed.

“You can stay over. Wayne is supposed to take Ronnie to school, so he shouldn’t be here in the morning.” He said, smiling.

You nodded, pulling his shirt on before climbing into the bed.

Eddie flicked off the lights before climbing in after you, his arm wrapping around you waist. He pulled you close, your back flush against his chest.

You felt safe that night, and got the best rest you’d had since you moved to Hawkins.

The next morning you were awoken by the front door slamming loudly.

“Daddy!”

Oh, shit.

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maochira · 1 year

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Until the mirror breaks. [Part 2]

[Part 1], [Part 3], [Part 4]

Synopsis: Sae is about to return to Spain, but before he does, he wants to talk to Rin about the way he views their youngest sibling.

Tags: gn!youngest sibling!reader, overprotective and slightly possessive Rin, angst, a crumb of comfort, reader was born shortly before Sae went to Spain

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It's Sae's last day before he returns to Spain. During his time at home, he was forced into "bonding time" with you over and over.

But it wasn't enjoyable a single time. Maybe because Sae just doesn't feel any connection towards you, or maybe because Rin would always be near to observe.

Because of what happened during your first "bonding time" with Sae, Rin lost his trust in the older brother when it comes to taking care of you. That's why he always needed to be near if it was Sae's turn to spend time with you.

Sae never commented on it, he never addressed it either. To avoid further conflict with Rin, he decided to ignore it. Sae was even glad whenever you decided you wanted to spend time with Rin instead.

Because Sae still doesn't care for you. Or does he?

The things Rin had said, about how you're going to be the next prodigy, keep repeating in Sae's brain. He keeps picturing you but in his position. And even if he doesn't realize it, Sae feels worried about you. He knows how much pressure all the attention at a young age can put on someone. In his eyes, you're still so small and fragile, especially since he saw the soccer ball hitting your face.

But it's not like he has a say in anything happening to you anyways. In ten minutes, he'll drive to the airport and return to Spain. And that's when he'll forget about you again. At least that's what he thinks.

And for the next few minutes, Sae keeps debating with himself if he should say bye to you and Rin, or if he should leave without a word. After all, he's currently not on the best terms with Rin.

Still a little hesitant about his decision, Sae walks through the hallway towards Rin's room and knocks at the door.

Rin knows it's Sae, so he doesn't respond. He knows his parents' knocking sounds different.

Sae knocks again, and this time he just opens the door without getting his younger brother's permission.

"What are you doing here?" Rin doesn't even look at Sae.

"I'm leaving in five minutes. I wanted to say bye." Sae reminds standing in the doorframe for the moment.

"Bye." Rin responds coldly. "Now leave."

"Before I do," Sae take a step into the room, which makes Rin look at him, "Don't put so much pressure on (Y/N)."

"I'm not putting pressure on them." Rin is already getting angry at Sae, but is trying to not show that in his voice. He doesn't want to show any emotion towards Sae, instead, he wants to only show coldness.

"You literally said they're going to be the next prodigy." Sae points out as he takes another step towards Rin.

"That's not putting pressure on them, that's literally a fact. I know they'll be as good as me one day and we'll beat you together."

Sae lets out a frustrated sigh. "Can you push the part about beating me aside for a moment?"

Rin's gaze at Sae gets colder than it's ever been. "You're the one who left our dream behind, so (Y/N) will be the one joining me on that dream instead."

"Rin, listen-"

Rin interrupts Sae without a care. "They'll be as great as me, I know it."

With everything Rin says, Sae grows more and more frustrated on the inside, but his tone of speaking is as calm as always. "Like you? What do you think (Y/N) is? A mirror?"

"Excuse me?" Rin gets up from his chair where he was sitting until now and walks closer to the older brother.

"(Y/N) isn't a mirror for you to reflect yourself in. If you want to beat me, go ahead and try. But don't pull the little one into what's between us."

"You have no idea about (Y/N), don't act like you're better because you're the oldest brother. You-"

"I have to leave now." Sae simply interrupts Rin. "Bye."

Sae turns around and walks away. Rin keeps standing in the same spot until he hears the front door close.

Rin is angry. In his point of view, Sae acts like a know-it-all who has a say about you, only because he's the oldest brother. But Rin knows you better. You're going to be the next prodigy, and you're going to be better than Sae.

At least that's what Rin thinks.

He tries to push the thoughts about Sae away. He's gone now and he won't be visiting home for some more time. Rin gets to have you all for himself again now, and he doesn't even have to worry about you getting injured because of Sae being careless around you again.

Rin decides to go to your room, where you're lying in your bed for your afternoon nap. Rin sits down at the edge of your bed and gently picks you up in his arms. You wake up very quickly from this and look up at your big brother.

The sight of your sleepy cute eyes makes Rin's heart melt. The anger he just felt towards Sae disappears in only a few seconds.

"Big meanie Sae is gone again." Rin strokes your hair as he speaks to you in a soft voice. "It's only you and me again, alright?"

You knew Sae would be leaving at some point. You knew he wouldn't stay at home permanently. But knowing you didn't get to say goodbye makes you sad. Despite how much closer you are to Rin, and how badly Rin has talked about Sae ever since the incident when you got hit with the ball, you like Sae a lot.

The way you like Sae can't be described with the word "love", as there was too little time spent with him to develop that. But also the way Rin talks about Sae has made you unsure if it's okay to love your oldest brother.

That doesn't matter anymore now, tho. Sae is gone again. As much as not saying goodbye upsets you, the comfort of being in Rin's arms makes it okay.

Rin is happy that now he gets to be the oldest brother again. His job is to protect you and help you reach the goals he's set for you, that's what he's sure about, no matter what Sae told him a few minutes ago.

But can this really go well in the long run?

In the meantime, Sae is in the taxi, driving to the airport. And just then he notices in his frustration about Rin's behaviour, he forgot to say bye to you. It causes a mild pressure in his chest that no amount of calm breathing can make disappear.

It's regret.

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iwanty0uu · 9 months

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“𝐺𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑃𝑢𝑚 𝑃𝑢𝑚 𝑁𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑠 𝐺𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑆ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑡𝑒𝑟“~𝓁ℯ𝓁ℯ ✧˚ · . ✧˚ · . ✧˚ · .

pt3…

He closed the room door after you trailed behind him, the bed bounced slightly as you sat on it, smiling keeping your head low. “Why wont you look at me baby? I’m not that ugly am i?” he joked making you giggle, “no its just that..”looking away, tears starting to form but they were blinked away before the boy in front of you noticed, you were sensitive but not pussy. “Talk to me mama” he said as he cocked his head, leaning in front of the wall that seemed to have gained your interest.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

“Well i literally just met you but it feels like i can really trust you, I’m not an idiot and I would kill you before you could even try to just hit and dip” He chuckled at the statement, he understood where you came from and thats what he wanted to avoid. He didn’t want you to have the impression that he used you, so he would only do as much as you wanted him too. But before he shared his thought you said something that changed his mood, that almost offended him. “And i honestly thought you wouldn’t like me all that much because i not all that skinny you know” you hunched over to untie your shoes and set them aside, the high waist of your skirt rolled itself down.

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You couldnt help but open the button to get more comfortable. Your belly ring showed and shimmered while you adjusted your skirt, no longer caring about the stretch marks on your tummy and the indents left on your skin due to the tight nature of your skirt. “ Why would think any part of you is ugly? You dont need me telling you that you’re beautiful because i know you already know, but i refuse to let you sit here and shit on yourself cus you dont look like what bum ass dudes think is beautiful” his hands navigated their way to your chin,“boy fuck them niggas” you added which made laughter erupt from the both of you.

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A sigh escaped your lips, inhaling the remaining air. You appreciated his humor, but he was right, your insecurity started from a young age. You were so mean to the little girl that just wanted to fit in and feel beautiful, the kind of beautiful that was like the sunset, that reminded people of Pink and White by Frank Ocean, the kind of beautiful that was self made and wasnt built on the validation of others.

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If you felt anything right now, it was that, beautiful, confident, and ready to fuck the guy that caught your eye. You started the kiss back up again, only this time you had the intention of taking it further than before. Your clit throbbed as your hand slipped and grabbed onto your purple panties, using them to subtly stimulate the throbbing bud in between your legs. His tongue fought for dominance in your mouth, his soft plush lips were so warm, you couldnt help but wonder what it felt like on your second pair of lips. Pushing him away and separating ,left a long thread of saliva connecting between you two.

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“Con” lust filled his hazel bright eyes, he listened to every word you said, your voice remained low but strong, “take this off, i dont want you to mess it up” you said smirking, tugging on the bottom of his hoodie, lifting it over his head. His chains clanked together, falling onto his wife beater. His hoodie was discarded and forgotten as he untied and removed your shirt, revealing the purple bra under it, breasts pouring out of the “too small” push up bra which sent the blood straight to his dick. You felt it throb through his sweatpants as the bulge grew on your legs. He shifted in between you, now attacking your neck, you moaned softly as he left love bites all over your skin.

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“Connieee” you pleaded softly. If you didnt know any better you would confuse the throbbing in between your legs with the increasing pulse of your heart. “Can i take your skirt off Y/n?” he said breaking his kisses, “tell me when you want me to stop baby girl,please.” At this moment, you knew he was all yours and only yours “yes connie, take it off” you said, you felt the adrenaline rush through your body making you hyperactive. Small kisses were sent down your plush thighs, kissing the wet mark on your panties.

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He lifted your leg over his shoulder and kissed the scar on your ankle, then kissed your knee, fingers slowly removing your undergarment as he made his was back up to your pussy. He spread your lips open , kissing your left lip, then your right, then focusing his attention on your slit. Licking up and down slowly, then quickly, “Connie baby i-“ you gasped as he pushed his finger inside of you, the same one with the silver ring on it. “i seen you liked this one” he said thrusting up into the plush on your throbbing, wet cunt, licking the fluid that was on your exposed thighs. He sucked on your clit, a feeling you only even experienced thanks to your purple rose toy that you bought for yourself as a graduation gift.

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He flicked the bud of nerves as goosebumps flooded your body, arching your back in an unnatural shape as you rode his finger that was now curved making space for the second one. “mhhhmm oh shit conniee please fuck this pussy” you babbled as he licked faster, making deeper and slower strokes inside of you, “Connie im cumminnnn” you tried to stifle your moans but you were submerged in the orgasm you worked so hard for, your body twitched in Connie’s mouth, tightening around the tongue that pushed up against your walls further into your hole.

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Eyes now rolling back at the overstimulation, Connie gripped onto your hips, his motions came to a halt as he kissed your clit, and went up all the way to your stomach. Legs rested over his shoulders, you smiled to yourself knowing that the night you had dreamed of was successful. A pussy drunk connie still kissing your tummy mumbling sweet things about you. Less than five minutes passed and Connie got up kissed you on your cheek, rubbing your hip, “lemme wipe you up baby” he said getting a wet rag from the restroom, it was dark outside and you weren’t surprised, but Connie came back quickly with a towel and went over your areas, slipped your panties on and rested on your stomach. “How did i do pretty?” he asked looking up at you, hazel eyes low. “I didn’t hurt you did I? was i grabbing on your thighs too hard?” he asked, you felt the genuine concern in his voice. It was so so so cute.

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“Aww look at you all pussy whipped, I’m okay baby you did amazing like amazing probably isn’t the word” you said rubbing his head, hearing his chuckle “only for you, you better never tell nobody you seen me like this” he joked “ only if you keep doing what you do with your tongue boo” you lifted his chin, and his face met yours with a nice smooch to seal off the night. “Thick girls just do it better” he said as he laid on your chest, playing with your breasts, biting them from time. “What can i say, this tummy of mine is made of gold ,likeeee good pum pum need good shelter” you couldn’t keep yourself serious, bursting into laughter at your comment, Connie laughed as well feeling nothing but content. He felt like he was already falling in love with you, you tasted so good and you were funny, and smart, and got your money up. Your Dior sneakers and Telfar didn’t go unnoticed, but besides that, he didn’t want to loose you trying to rush into a relationship and was willing to go as slow as you wanted as long as he got to see you smile...

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i meannn be did know you were right tho pussy as good as yours did need a shelter, and he felt comfortable under it, and he love that you were comfortable with him being under it, as long as it was yours <3

like i literally wanna cry i have written this about 6 times because this shit constantly deletes like i have no more motivation to make it cute and aesthetic till tomorrow just lmk if yall fuck wit itand if my booboo bears want another one~𝓁ℯ𝓁ℯ <3

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lucy90712 · 1 year

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Jude Bellingham- Fluff alphabet

A/n: my requests are open if you guys have nay idea you want me to write

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about their partner?)

Physically Jude loves your figure. He is always complimenting the way you look if you wear something more form fitting because he loves the little smile you give him whenever he compliments you. He is always making sure that you know that you're beautiful as he never wants you to feel insecure or not confident in yourself. Jude also always has his hands on your body because he just loves tracing your figure and holding you.

Personality wise Jude loves how happy you are. Sometimes he can be a bit moody but you always manage to cheer him up just by being yourself. He loves how you are able to just take things in your stride and not let things get you down as he needs someone like that in his life to help him through the hard moments.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

Jude hasn't really thought about having kids as he knows that both of you are too young to be thinking about starting a family. There is also a lot of things he wants to do before he even thinks about it like get further in his career and experience more things with you. If he was made to think about it he would say that one day he would like to have a family but for him its up to you as he knows it would be a lot harder on you.

C = Cuddle (How do they like to cuddle?)

Jude loves spooning with you. He loves having you be the little spoon so that he can hold you tightly and feel like he's protecting you from anyone or anything that could hurt you. He loves to cuddle at the end of the day as it always relaxes him being able to just hold you and forget about everything else. Sometimes when he’s had a hard day he likes to be little spoon because you will hold him and play with his hair while helping him forget about the day by telling him little stories that you haven't mentioned before. As much as Jude likes the time you hold him he would never tell a single soul about it.

D = Dreams (How do they picture their future with their S/O?)

Jude has big dreams and aspirations in terms of what he wants to achieve in his life. There is so many things that he wants to do with his career and other aspects of his life but when he thinks about them he always sees you right there with him. He doesn't want to live in a world where you aren't there to celebrate his achievements with him just like you have been so far. He wants to make his dreams a reality for himself but also for you because he realises how much you help him and push him to be his best so he wants to show you that the effort is worth it. In terms of a personal life Jude doesn't care what his life looks like as long as he's living it with you.

E = Emotions (How do they express their emotions around you?)

In general Jude is pretty good at communicating with you when something is bothering him but he isn't perfect so he still hasn't quite learnt how to leave his anger on the pitch after a bad game. There are times when the two of you have arguments after he loses a game because he is in a mood and won't listen to you. The arguments are never serious and when he is left alone he always realises how much of a dick he was being. He will always make it up to you by doing whatever you ask him to and getting you some flowers the next morning. He always promises to try and get better at not taking things out on you but that takes time.

F = Feelings (When did they know they're in love?)

Jude never thought he could fall in love with someone at his age he always assumed that feeling that strongly for someone would come later in life but he was wrong. He slowly falls for you over time all without realising or at least not letting himself believe it. The moment that finally made him realise that he was completely and utterly in love with you was when he had been away for a few weeks and found himself way more excited to see you than his family like he usually would be. He tried to ignore the feeling but instead he just thought about all the other times he'd felt that way and chosen to ignore it. That day he learnt that time has nothing to do with falling in love it's all about the person.

G = Gratitude (How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their S/O does for them?)

To begin with Jude didn't realise how much you do for him as he always thought he was fine on his own and didn't need anyone else. It was only when you were away for a few weeks that Jude realised how much of a mess he was without you. He was able to keep his place pretty tidy but there was little thing he never realised you did like organising his cupboards in the kitchen. It wasn't just that though he realised that he misses having you around his place to just talk to when he feels like it. As soon as you got back he very much showed you how grateful he is for what you do for him. From then on Jude very much appreciates you and never ties anything you do for granted.

H = Honesty (Do they have secrets they hide from their S/O?)

Jude would keep a few things from you but never big things or at least not for very long. There are times he won't tell you about rumours about him if you don't know about them as he thinks there's no need to get those things in your head for you to worry about. The only other time Jude will keep things from you is if you have a lot going on such as exam season as he doesn't want to stress you out more but as soon as you have less on your plate he will tell you. You are always the first person to know about any meetings or possible transfer news as he wants you to come with him wherever he goes so he likes to tell you about what could happen.

I = Injury (How would they react if you got hurt?)

Jude hates to see you hurt. You can be quite clumsy so he tries his best to keep you from getting hurt but he can't always be there to stop you becoming a danger to yourself. When he's not around and you do get hurt he will tease you a bit for being so clumsy but he will take care of you nonetheless. If you have a cut he will bandage you up but if you have a bit more of a serious injury like a torn muscle he will make sure you rest so that you recover properly. He can be very strict with you if it's an injury he sort of knows how to treat as he wants you to get better as quickly as possible but you don't mind you just like that he cares about you.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous? How do they deal with it)

He can get very jealous. He hates it when other guys look at you and act as if he isn't stood right next to you. It's not that Jude doesn't trust you because he does he knows you would never even entertain anyone who tries to flirt with you but he doesn't trust other guys. Whenever guys give you too much attention for Jude's liking he doesn't say anything he will just stay close to you and give whoever he doesn't like a death stare until they leave you alone. If someone takes it further and puts their hands on you he will step in and just take you out of the situation but he will never start an argument with anyone.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss you? How do they like to be kissed?)

Jude likes to kiss your neck. He loves it because it always makes you blush and he likes seeing how he can still make you so flustered even after being together for a while. When he kisses your neck he likes to leave marks if he can get away with it as they show that you are his and just reminds everyone to leave you alone unless they want trouble. He likes when you kiss him on his lips. As he is taller than you you have to get on your toes to kiss him on the lips and he likes that and in fact sometimes makes it even harder for you to reach just to see how far you will go before getting mad at him. He also likes the taste of the lip balm you always wear which is another reason he likes for you to kiss him on the lips.

L = Love (Who says 'I love you' first?)

Jude says I love you first. He doesn't want to say it without meaning it so it's not something he says from the start of your relationship he takes him time before finally saying the words. That being said as soon as Jude knows he's in love with you he says it the same day. There is no warning the words just come straight out of his mouth leaving you surprised for a second but you quickly say it back. From then on Jude is always telling you that he loves you.

M = Memory (What's their favourite memory together?)

There are loads of memories that Jude loves but one of his favourites is from the first time you attended one of his games as his girlfriend. You had been to games before but only when the two of you were secretly together but once you were public with you relationship you can go to games as his girlfriend. Jude loved that day as he got to see you wearing his shirt and when he scored he got to dedicate it to you which he had been wanting to do for months. After the game he introduced you to all of his teammates who you got a long with well which made him happy as the team are all like one big family so he wanted you to feel like you fit in. Jude loved that day as he was able to show you off and live the life he wanted to live with you for a while longer.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

When Jude buys you things it is usually based on your hobbies. If you love to read he will always buy you books to the point that he had to get you another bookshelf to store them all on. He likes to buy you things based on what you like to do as he loves hearing you talk about it afterwards because he loves his passionate you get about the things you love. Jude also enjoys the process of buying you these things as he gets to think about how much you will love them or scrutinise things he doesn't think you would like so much. He spends a lot of time thinking about you and keeping up with new books that come out from your favourite authors so he can get them for you.

O = On Cloud Nine (What are they like when they're in love? Is it obvious to others? How do they express their feelings?)

Jude likes to think that no one can tell and that he's good at hiding his feelings but he definitely isn't. Those that know him can very easily tell that he acts different when he's in love. He becomes a softer version of himself he is just generally a lot happier when the two of you are dating. You make Jude a better person without really trying as he just wants to be more positive like you which all of his teammates really benefit from when on the pitch.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

He calls you babe a lot but sometimes he will call you sweetheart which usually makes you laugh because you like how he says it with his accent.

Q = Questions (What are the questions they're always asking?)

Jude is always asking you what you are doing especially when you are working on essays for university as he likes to know about what you are studying. He also often asks if you will come to training with him as he likes to have you there as it motivates him to work harder.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

When it is too wet to go anywhere Jude likes to sit at home with you and have a lazy day. Usually he won't allow you out of bed until around midday because he just wants to lay in and cuddle as most mornings you don't get much time to do that. When you do eventually get up the day is filled with movie marathons and playing video games together. One day he made the mistake of teaching you to play fifa and now every rainy day the two of you play together and sometimes you even beat him which he hates. The day always consists of just spending lots of time together as you don't get a lot of that with both of your schedules.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/S/O up?)

Jude cheers you up by telling constant jokes until you are laughing and smiling again. If you are upset or just not yourself he will start cracking jokes. To start with you don't want to hear it but eventually he always gets you smiling before then taking things a bit more seriously and asking you what's wrong. When he needs cheering up usually he likes to go on a quiet walk with you or take you on a date because just spending time with you makes him happier. Those quiet walks are his favourite as he loves just being with you without anyone else around to disturb the peace.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

Jude talks about his training sessions and games a lot but when he's not talking about that he is reminiscing on memories with you as he likes to think about how far you both have come. He also likes reliving fun moments and laughing about silly things you have both done. Memories are something that Jude really cherishes so any chance he gets to talk about them he will.

U = Understanding (How well do they know their partner?)

He really knows you well. He pays attention and listens to every little detail about you. Any little thing you mention he will remember it can be the smallest detail about something you like or something bigger like when you have exams. He seems to have an endless memory for everything to do with you but really he just makes an effort because thats what he thinks you should do in a relationship. Jude would be brilliant at those couple quizzes and one day wants to do one to show off how well he knows you. Every time he remembers something small about you it makes you really happy which is why he makes extra effort to remember things.

V = Value (How important is the relationship to them? What is it worth in comparison to other things in their life?)

To begin with you aren't the most important thing to Jude as he doesn't feel that attachment to you that he does other things. However the longer you spend together the more important you become to him. Eventually you become the most important thing in his life as he spends so much time with you that he wouldn't be able to live without you. Once you are the most important thing to him nothing can compare and he would do literally anything for you.

W = Wedding (When, where, and how do they propose?)

For Jude getting married isn't something he cares about as he's just happy with you but he knows you would like to get married so he does it for you. He wouldn't go all out on the proposal because he wants it to be a special moment between the two of you. It doesn't happen on a specific date Jude just proposes when he feels the moment is right. One night the two of you are sat outside looking at the stars and the next thing you know Jude is down on one knee in front of you with a smile on his face. He doesn't even need to ask the question before you are already saying yes and tackling him to the ground.

X = XOXO (How affectionate are they? In public/in private)

Jude isn't totally against pda but he prefers not to go too overboard as he knows anything he does will be caught on camera by someone. He likes to have you close to him when out in public with you as it shows others that you are his which is the exact reason he also likes to give you kisses every so often when out together. In private he is a lot more affectionate he will cuddle with you for hours and constantly give you kisses which sometimes get a little heated but he loves that.

Y = Yearning (How well do they cope when they're separated from their S/O?)

Jude can be on his own which he thinks is healthy of course he misses you but he doesn't have to be glued to your side at all times. Jude does prefer to have you with him when he goes away for matches but he understands that you can't always go with him so won't make you feel bad about not being able to go. As much as he can be away from you after a few days he wants to have you back by his side so if he is away for a few weeks he really misses you and can't wait to get back home.

Z = Zeal (Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship?)

There is a lot of things Jude would do for you but he believes there is a limit and you agree with him. He believes that if sacrifices need to be made for you relationship they shouldn't feel like sacrifices they should just feel like something you do for each other. He thinks as soon as things something feels too far then it is too far and you agree with him.

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igotanidea · 10 months

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Essay : professor!todd x student!reader part 1

A/N: this is a completely new verse, I just couldn;t stop myself, so if you ever get ideas for that one I'll take them in a heartbeat.

A/N 2 : I was wondering whether to finish it here of give you more spice, but decided to just whet your appetite for part 2 ;)

***

Do you know how they used to call her in high school?

The unsullied.

Like in a freaking “game of thrones”

All because while her friends were partying, getting drunk and scoring, she was far more focused on her education and school work. And damn, that girl was sharp. Her writing and literature skills and instincts were something people would admire if they weren’t shallow and judgmental.

Instead she got the teasing nickname and all her peers treated her like she didn’t exist.

And of course it hurt, not having girlfriends or anyone who would even try to understand why she would rather spend her time in the library in the company of Shakespeare or Emily Bronte or Charles Dickens instead of drinking and having accidental sex. It was painful to admit that she never had a boyfriend or that she lacked experience in so many social areas. But she just clenched her teeth and pushed through, telling herself that she didn’t have to have all the answers at the age of 17.

She worked hard for a couple years and that got her a scholarship and entry to the college of her own choice. And while her parents and family were pushing her to choose something big, like New York or other big city, much to their surprise and displeasure, she decided to stay in the state and attend Gotham University.

“Why?” her mother almost got a heart attack upon hearing the revelations, choking on the fancy cake served at the tea. (one more word about the girl – she came from the really fancy, new-money family, where she never fit, being way to feisty and fiery. She could never be described as a lady despite her mother’s best efforts).

“Just because” she shrugged

“watch your tone, girl.” Her father warned “never speak to your mother like this.”

“sorry, sir.” She smiled apologetically, but it was meant more like a sarcasm then a real word of remorse “ Gotham has one of the best university literature program. And since it’s something I want to pursue….”

“I think we should let her make her own choices, father. Y/N knows what she’s doing.”

Thank god, for her older brother, Tom, who always had her back. He was the only person she was going to miss when leaving. But he was right. She knew what she was doing. And Gotham did have the best literature course. And that was because of one of the professors, Jason Todd.

At the young age of 26, being only a couple years older than her, he managed to finish his studies summa cum laude and having a few awards on his account decided to dedicate his life into teaching and shaping young minds. Y/N couldn’t wait to attend one of his classes.

Yeah, college was going to be life changing for her.

Only she didn’t know how much when she first stepped into the hall of residence.

***

Soon enough she found out that first years were not supposed to attend Todd’s classes. Apparently something about heavy and mature content on different levels. To put it simply, no one below 21 were allowed to engage in those discussions.

But Y/N was sly and determined enough to sneak into the evening lectures, making notes to herself and being an original thinker she got so much ideas and inspirations just by sitting in the corner of the classroom and listening. It went like that for half a year and she believed herself to be clever enough to not get notices, but apparently professor Todd was even better in the art of deception. And it all started when she lost her notebook while leaving and figured it out on the way to her room.

“Shit!” she hissed turning around immediately and looking for the lost item on the way. If it were to get into unfit hands, in the worst case – dean’s – and her secret would be uncovered , she would be expelled immediately due to not abiding the rules “Fuck!” she whispered-yelled again, having reached the classroom and still not finding it.

“don’t creep there, miss Y/l/N, come on in.” Professor Todd’s voice echoed through the empty hall and she shivered. How the hell did he know she was there? And more importantly, how the fuck did he know who she was?!

“I’m sorry to interrupt professor.” She started “I’m just …. I mean, I…..”

“Lost something?” he asked, his green eyes meeting hers and it was like a spark of electricity through her. God, was he handsome. Only now, she understood the rumours on the campus, something about girls attending his course just for him, not really for the books and stories. Shit! She didn’t really have much opportunities to watch Todd while sneaking out and watching her every step.

“Yeah, I …. I mean, I…..” she stuttered “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t even be here, and what I’m writing there is just stupid and …..”

“The only thing stupid here is that no one under 21 can join my class.” Todd laughed sonorously “come here, miss Y/N, please, sit, I won’t give your secret away.”

“You won’t?” hypnotised by his voice and eyes she took a few steps forward and perched on the first desk, out of instincts waving her legs in the air in a child-like manner.

“No. Sure not. I read some of your notes, forgive me that” he apologised quickly seeing the terror on her face “and those are good. Like really good. I don’t think I have such an original thinker here in like …. ever, to be honest” he smiled brightly “how old are you again?”

“almost 20 now.” She sighed in frustration. Here she was, sitting in front of her idol, unable to get full advantage of his knowledge.

“such a shame. Would love to know your brain more.”

“Can I just have it back and be on my way? I won’t bother you anymore, I promise I don’t want any trouble." she reached for her notebook, but did it so clumsily that it made her lost her balance in the process and she started falling to the ground, when her weight overbalanced the desk. She would probably end up on the floor, if it wasn’t for Todd’s reflexes. His strong arms found a way around her waist holding her tight, her hands locking on his arms and all of a sudden feeling safe and not so eager to leave.

“You good there?” he asked as their gazes met.

“Yeah…. I…..” once again the spark flew between them. Maybe it was just her imagination but she saw something predatory and …. lustful(?) in his eyes. “I… I really should be going now, professor. It’s late and after curfew and ….. sorry.” She grabbed the book from his hands, fixed her shirt and bag and rushed out the door.

“Miss Y/L/N?” he called after her and the girl spun around to face him.

“You can keep coming to my classes. Like I said, it’s a stupid rule and your secret’s safe with me.’

“Um, yeah, sure, professor, thank you.” She mumbled and practically took off running to her room, having absolutely no idea what was happening to her .

***

She didn’t get much sleep that night, instead taking care of the urge and itching between her legs, imagining green orbs and silky voice calling her good girl and a one particular man touching her. Good thing she had a single room with pretty thick walls.

***

It became pretty clear that classes were not enough for either of them. All things considered they kept it professional for a long time, only meeting in public places, discussing some teacher-student stuff, not really making any of the stuff suspicious. Apart from some additional rumours, nothing new on the campus, they were extremely correct and hesitant to do anything stupid.

But.

Literature talks and exchanging beliefs and ideas quickly led to getting to know each other on way more personal level. She learnt about his family, his adopted father and brothers and he got the whole story of how she was treated in school and why she chose to specialise in literature.

They were getting close.

Arguably closer than teacher – student should, but the more time they spend together the less they cared.

Soon enough their meetings moved from the classrooms and campus to the outside places. And from the days to the nights, always being careful not to get caught. But the urge and the sexual tension between them was making them slip.

It was only a matter of time before someone would lose the war of nerves and needs.

***

Since the dean was tuned in to everything that was happening on the uni ground, after a couple of months Todd was called into his office and had to some heavy explanation of why he was doing nothing less but hanging out with a student that was still under the legal age. Barely, but sill.

And with the natural ease and smoothness the young professor talked and talked about y/n’s talent and insight and how she was wasting her potential while waiting to be admitted to his classes. He used some pretty convincing arguments about the fame and reputation the uni would get if she becomes the exception to the rule and get the permission to attend despite her age.

And all that seemed to convince the dean.

Y/N was allowed to attend Jason’s course.

And that meant more time spend together.

***

“I almost forgot. I got your essays graded.” He stated one Tuesday evening almost ending the lecture, holding a bunch of sheets of paper in his hands and waving it around “as usual, most of you should have read between the lines, but apart from that it’s better than before. I see some progress to some of you.” He started walking around, giving the papers to the students.

Was it her imagination again or did he really brushed over her shoulder while passing her? If it was a dream she didn’t want to wake up, feeling that familiar aching in her body. God! She was still at class, acting like a horny teenager! About the teacher! That was completely inappropriate!

“That would be all for today.” Jason stated “class dismissed.”

“But….” She objected. She didn’t get hers back.

“As for you miss Y/L/N….” he trailed, waiting till everyone left “We need to talk about your thesis. But we’re gonna need the library to prove the point. Meet me there in half an hour, all right? Take your coat with you, the night is going to be cold.”

“but…. But it’s like 8 p.m.” she frowned “I thought the library was closing at 7?”

“I got a special pass. Now go, Y/N.”

Something was telling her that this was not going to be about her writing. And she couldn't wait to discover the double meaning.

#jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x oc #jason todd fic #jason todd fanfiction #jason todd smut #jason todd imagine #professor!todd

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How the Dorm Leaders Comfort Their Crying s/o

Requested by anon!

Content: sfw, gn!reader, angst/fluff. Talks about the boys’ trauma.

Everyone is 18+ per my bio.

It’s just one of those days. The type of day where you wish the world would stop spinning on its axis so you could jump off; the type of day where you’d rather just curl up in bed and cry than leave your room and be perceived by other people. Through it all, however, there’s always someone there to comfort you.

Riddle

He has some unhealthy neurosis about crying.

He was raised in an environment where crying was unacceptable, so he isn’t very experienced with comforting someone else. He just doesn’t know how.

What he does know, however, is you.

He knows what makes you smile and what you like.

It’s his observance that gives him in edge in comforting you, even if it’s not perfect.

“Stiff upper lip, boy. We can’t have you crying over nothing when there’s still so much to do.” His mother admonishes, the only form of consolation offered to the weeping boy before locking him alone in his room with only the company of his textbooks.

His mother had always discouraged crying. Riddle had it ingrained in his head that it was an unproductive facet of human emotion, so he learned to swallow his tears. For much the same reason, Riddle hates seeing other people cry. He constantly has to fight the urge to tell others to suck it up and move on.

But those thoughts vanish the first time he sees your tear-stained face.

He does what he was taught to do, and that’s to distract you from your thoughts. He sits you down in a secluded portion of Heartslabyul’s garden and pours you a generous cup of tea, fixed just the way you like it, with the correct amount of milk and sugar. It’s even served in your favorite teacup (the one that, according to #242 of the Queen’s Rules, should only be used for special occasions- he justifies it because time spent with you is always a special occasion). He’s always there as an ear to air your grievances to.

Riddle’s remedies for your regrettable mood can sometimes come off as too methodical- he’s gone through all of the proper steps to make you happy, so why are you still upset? He’s not angry at you, but frustrated at himself for not getting it right.

Sometimes you need to reassure him that he’s doing the best he can; sometimes emotions can’t be rewritten in one day.

The best thing about Riddle is that he is adamant to learn. With time, he becomes one of the best people you can rely on for comfort and security.

Leona

Like Riddle, Leona also learned to bottle his emotions from a young age. Any emotion, positive or negative, would be gossiped about by the palace workers and neighboring nobles.

He refuses to let anyone have the satisfaction of seeing him upset.

It’s a different story when it comes to you, though.

He listens. Though he may seem disinterested at first, Leona clings to every word.

He’ll wrap you in his arms and listen to anything and everything you have to say- and if you don’t want to talk, that’s fine. He’s still there for you.

“There’s something strange about the younger Kingscholar.” He had overheard a maid whisper to a butler. “Have you ever seen a child that age so stoic? He barely smiles; he hardly cries. It’s simply not normal.”

And yet, Leona thinks bitterly, had it been his brother, the whole palace would gush over how he was wise beyond his years for never allowing such trivial matters to bring tears to his eyes.

If Leona could procrastinate feeling things, he would. Better yet, he could push the burden of feeling them onto someone else and never have to deal with them at all.

That still doesn’t stop the twinge of hurt that twists his stomach whenever he sees you cry, though.

He never knows what to say to you. Leona has never been good with words. He’s only marginally better at expressing himself through actions- but he can’t help the instinctual pull to protect you when he sees how upset you are. And Great Seven forbid if he was the one who made you cry- which, regrettably, probably happens more than he anticipates it to.

“Oi, herbivore. Scoot over.”

He invites himself into your bed and wraps himself around you. His calloused hands stroke your head comfortingly, soothing you as if you were a cub in his pride.

Most importantly, Leona listens. Sometimes you have to stop in the middle of your story to make sure he’s still paying attention, but the telltale twitch of his ear gives you all the reassurance you need. He comforts you by giving you his full and undivided attention. It’s a phenomenon not seen by most and a true testament to how much he loves you.

Azul

It’s Azul’s best kept secret (pre-overblot): the fact that he’s predisposed to tears.

He was socially ostracized for his body and spent most of his childhood hidden away in an octopus pot, so he’s intimately familiar with sadness.

The same cannot be said about his ability to handle it, though.

Because of his past trauma he hates seeing you upset. He does everything in his power to make you feel better.

“What’s in there?” A merboy squeaks to his friend as they pass by Azul’s hiding spot. “It’s dark and blubbery- it’s so gross!”

Azul couldn’t squeeze himself into the pot any deeper before prodding hands came reaching into it. He’s already crying, wanting nothing more than to disappear even more than he already was. He couldn’t help it if he inked over the bratty merboys, it was their fault for intruding on him. Still, a pang of guilt hits him like a blow to the gut, and he’s unsure if anyone would ever like him for who he is.

Azul can feel the first stir of anger bubble within him when he sees you crying in front of him. He isn’t angry at you; he simply associates tears with some sort of mistreatment or harassment. If someone is bothering you, he doesn’t take kindly to it at all. He’s sure he has some unsavory information about the individual (he always does), and if blackmailing doesn’t work, he’s not above sicking Jade and Floyd on your bully.

If this isn’t the case and you’re upset about something else, Azul clears his schedule to make sure that you’re okay. He sits you down in the VIP lounge of the Monstro Cafe and brings you your favorite meal. He listens, picking up any inkling of information that might aid him in his pursuit to cure your sadness.

He doesn’t like feeling useless. That’s why Azul is always looking for solutions to your problems. Sometimes there isn’t a clear-cut solution, which, much like Riddle, frustrates him.

He helps in any and every way that he can. Whether that be as a shoulder to cry on or using his resources to make your problem disappear, Azul is your #1 supporter through every strife, big or small.

Kalim

Kalim believes that he’s good at cheering people up.

He is, in some regards. If the matter is trivial, his jokes and sunny demeanor are an instant comfort.

Nine times out of ten, this is enough for you. He knows what to say, when to say it, and has a lot of experience mending the booboos of his younger siblings.

The issue with Kalim comes when you are upset about something serious. He’s really never learnt to deal with strife, so he can’t relate to your pain.

He also tends to take things at face value. If you tell him everything is fine- unless it’s really obvious it isn’t- he takes your word for it.

He’s a good boy though, and he still tries.

“Stop, Kalim.” A young Jamil spits, a hand coming to rub the tears away from his eyes. Despite being treated fairly by the Al-Asims, his parents were still overwhelmed with work. Even at the ripe age of 10, he could see it in their tired eyes. It made his stomach churn with guilt. Kalim would never understand what he was going through. This type of pain, this type of anguish, was reserved for people of Jamil’s ilk, not the likes of the powerful Al-Asims. “You’re only making things worse.”

“You okay, ____?” He asks you, your face only illuminated underneath the moonlight. When he saw you crying, his first instinct was to take you on a carpet ride. Those always cheered him and his siblings up if they were having a bad day. Even atop the clouds and shrouded in darkness, a bitter smile was evidently plastered onto your face as you told Kalim you were fine.

He halts the carpet, letting it hover midair before cocking his head toward you. “Are you sure? You know you can tell me anything, right?”

His vermillion eyes shone at you with innocence, coaxing you to admit what was wrong. When he notices the tears rolling down your cheeks, he rubs them away with his thumb. It’s a pain that goofy faces and silly jokes won’t fix, but Kalim’s effort is enough to make you smile for the moment.

What Kalim lacks in his ability to relate to your problems and somewhat lackluster listening skills (there’s a lot of things going on in his brain, okay), he makes up for in uncompromising effort. He does anything and everything he can to make you smile- ridiculously expensive gifts (insert what could a banana cost meme) or your favorite food- he’s unrelenting until you feel just a little bit better.

Vil

He’s always hated the concept of crying.

It causes wrinkles, ruins mascara, and is an overall nuisance.

Even more so, he hates seeing you cry. He hates seeing your beautiful face marred by teardrops, hates seeing the way your eyes redden and puff- it’s an unbecoming look for someone as breathtaking as you.

But he knows what it’s like to sit bleary eyed in front of a mirror, feeling worthless and unable to achieve the goals he so desperately aspired.

He often takes comfort in his own beauty, and hopes that he can share that comfort by making you feel beautiful, too.

Face masks, oil massages, fancy creams you’ve never heard of- he has it all- and he’s prepared to pamper you with them until you feel better.

“Just one more take, Vil!” The director yells from off camera, “I really need you to sell the anguish- the villain has just lost everything to the hero! Let the audience feel how devastated you are!”

If only the director knew how intimately he could relate. Losing, again, to the hero of the story. His directors and costars always ask him how he can portray such anguish so realistically, but he hides the answer with a smile. He doesn’t rely on the tear smudge stick that the rest of the cast uses. His tears are real.

“Come now,” Vil starts, a silken handkerchief blotting the tears from your face, “You’re as strong as you are beautiful. We can get through this together.”

He turns to the vanity where he had already amassed his twelve step bedtime skincare routine, bottles and vials and tubs of substances in various sizes lined neatly along the desk.

You can’t help but laugh when the cold jade roller touches your cheeks. Of course a complex skincare routine wouldn’t fix all of your problems, but it did help take your mind off of what was troubling you. He rolls the tool all over your face, paying delicate attention to the area underneath your eyes.

“I don’t even know what this is.” You admit as Vil administers some sort of thin liquid to your face. His fingertips are so gentle against your skin, almost as if he were afraid of hurting you.

“A green tea serum,” Vil says simply, methodically messaging the gel into your skin, “To decrease the inflammation.”

The expensive creams, moisturizers, and serums are fine and all, but what really brightens your mood is how delicately he takes care of you. Vil pampers you, treats you like a queen, and allows you to relax while he does all the work.

Idia

IdiaShroudIsBadAtFeelings.exe

He has absolutely no idea how to comfort you.

Idia is always anxious, but he doesn’t get upset easily. His self-esteem is low enough to where he kind of just expects to be treated poorly by other people.

Idia’s solution to dealing with emotions is simply not to deal with them.

But he cares about you, so he does his best with his limited grasp of social pleasantries.

He ultimately decides on distracting you through playing some cozy video games. That’s what always helps him when he’s upset about something.

“The Iginhyde dorm leader is so weird!” A normie student whispers to their friend. His tablet picks up on the gossip as it floats down the hallway, on its way to talk to Professor Trein about an error he had found on his test. He’s used to those sorts of criticisms of his character. It’s true, he knows it, that he’s weird. That’s why he hides behind his screen in the first place. If he excludes himself from the rest of the student body, he takes away the power for anyone else to do it first.

“This is the town hall,” Idia begins to explain, his head resting atop yours as you sat in his lap. He would usually feel flustered at the physical contact, but he soothes his nerves by telling himself he was just walking you through a tutorial (but that doesn’t stop the tips of his hair from tinting pink, betraying just how flustered he was). “You can change the color of your house there.”

You watch the tiny animals that talk to your avatar on the screen, their little nonhuman beeps for language never failing to make you grin.

Idia’s heart feels fuller whenever you smile. He’s glad he can share small comforts like this with you. Even if he isn’t good with expressing how he feels in words or in his physicality, he’s glad he can cheer you up a little bit through your shared interest.

When you exit the town hall and approach your house, you’re surprised by the flowers that adorn the yard. It was a small patch of blue pansies shaped into a heart. You turn to Idia, his pink-tipped hair now fully ablaze in a flurry of fuchsia.

You turn and kiss him despite the fire hazard. He may not be good at expressing himself or comforting you in the traditional ways, but he gets the job done nonetheless.

Malleus

The fae don’t cry out of principle.

Especially not the heir to the Valley of Thorns.

It’s hard being feared rather than loved, but Malleus isn’t sure if he had ever shed a tear over anything before.

Growing up isolated within castle walls had shielded him from most negative experiences, but it had also shielded him from positive experiences, too.

.. So Malleus is a little emotionally stunted.

For all of his magical prowess and scholarly knowledge, he’s severely lacking in social awareness.

That’s what makes you so special to him: your fluctuating human emotions constantly challenge him to understand.

Another meeting in which his invitation had been disregarded, Malleus notes bitterly as he passes by Crowley’s office. The rest of the dorm leaders are there, chatting about whatever trivial little rivalry or rabble rousing their dorms had gotten themselves into. But how could he know for sure? He wasn’t invited to learn the finer details.

“Oh, but this matter isn’t important enough for you to concern yourself with, Malleus,” He could imagine Crowley justifying, “Surely you have more important things to occupy your time with, don’t you?”

You sit on the bench that resides outside of the Ramshackle Dorm and let yourself cry. It’s not fair, being transported to a whole other world away from your friends and family. It’s not fair that you were still expected to keep up with your studies, wrangle the temperamental boys that inhabited NRC’s hallowed halls, and keep yourself together emotionally all at the same time while being isolated from the people you’ve known your entire life. I’m entitled to cry, you think.

In a flurry of lightning bugs, Malleus is next to you in an instant. You try to silence your sobs and quickly wipe away your tears, but the Fae is observant. He picks up the abnormal shift in your mood and raises your chin to look at your face.

“What ails you, Child of Man?”

Your strolls with Tsunataro are always therapeutic. You’re never quite sure what the taller man is thinking as you unload your feelings onto him. He’s quiet, always in deep thought as you converse.

If Malleus could, he would wave his hand and magically rid the world of all your troubles. Unfortunately, not everything could be solved with magic, even in the face of one of the most powerful mages in the world.

He settles for holding your hand, absorbing every detail, analyzing your emotions and the ways he could alleviate any woe you were experiencing.

Malleus learns the finer details of emotions through you, but also for you. And as he squeezes your hand underneath the night sky, he promises to himself that he’d never be the cause of your tears.

My brain was just like. Not working with this one. I took it in a slightly different direction and tried to explain why the boys comfort you the way they do lol, I hope it wasn’t too awful!

dividers by firefly-graphics

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #Leona x reader #malleus x reader #azul x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #Idia shroud x reader #vil shoenheit x reader #kalim al asim x reader

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inevitablysomber-dark · 1 year

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Unfaithful (Drabble)

Unwanted

Dark! Cheating! Bucky x Reader

This is a drabble

Warning: Cheating

I wanted to break my own heart when I wrote this. I can’t say I was Wholly successful, but it stung a bit.

Life can be so unfair, and at the moment, it felt like it was being especially cruel to you.

You and Bucky had met at your local bookstore. It was a small space with a decent collection, being susceptible to carrying more rare literature. He had been looking at a classic, pride, and prejudice when you caught his attention; from there, it had been history.

You’d never expected to get the attention of an Avenger, but here you were, living out your happiest days with him. You were living together in a beautiful home in no time and had gotten married even sooner.

Things started going downhill when you were told that the likelihood of you having a baby was less than 20%. You and Bucky had been trying for so long, and the longer you tried, the more of a failure you felt like.

Bucky tried his best to be supportive through all the expensive fertility treatments, pills, and special teas, but you could tell it was getting to him, as he wanted a baby just as badly if not more than you.

He was starting to get a bit more impatient and short with you, and you felt that you couldn’t blame him, he must have felt so unlucky to have gotten stuck in such a situation.

During these more tumultuous times in your relationship, your sister Lily's ex had broken up with her and kicked her out of their apartment, leaving her to be homeless. You found her on your doorstep looking for a place to stay, opting out of living with your parents because she thought living with you would mean more freedom.

Your sister had always been spoiled by everyone around her, your parents definitely had their preferences when it came to her, and you had to accept that at a pretty young age, not to mention the partners that had left you hoping to have a chance with her.

So, of course, you were reluctant about letting her stay with you, your parents had tried to convince you to let her stay with you, and it wasn’t until Bucky confronted you and insisted that you allowed her to stay.

At first, you would barely see her during her stay, but soon she started staying home more often, opting to wear more skimpy outfits, especially around Bucky. You told her to stop, but both she and Bucky called you insecure.

The whole situation just made you sick to your stomach, giving you constant nausea. But you couldn't prove anything, so you kept your mouth shut.

Until…

You’re woken up in the middle of the night by your husband's moaning and your sister's squeaks. You knew what to expect when you peeked out to the living room from the top of the stairs, but that didn’t mean you were ready for it. Your heart shattered into a million pieces as you watched your husband fuck himself into your sister, both as naked as they could get.

You quietly rushed back to the bedroom you shared with your husband, pushing into the master bedroom and emptying the contents of your stomach into the toilet.

Usually, you would sleep like the dead, the fertility medication you took made sure of that, but you had been feeling so sick, and since you and Bucky hadn’t been having sex anyways, you decided against it.

You sat on the edge of your bed, listening to them finish their activities, and before you know it, Bucky walked it, shock etched on his face as he didn’t expect you to be up.

“Did you have fun?” you asked.

He scrunched his brows. “She’s Pregnant,”

You let out a broken exhale “ How could you do this to me?”

“I don’t need some broken wife who can’t even give me a kid, you can go ahead and take all the magic pills you want, but you know better than anyone else that it’s not going to work,”

You sob.

Why was he upset with you, as if you’d done something wrong?

He lets out an annoyed sigh and walks out of the room, it isn’t long until you hear the noises again that you realize that he never cared for you.

The next morning your sister comes in apologizing, and anger fills your veins as you tell her to fuck off. Bucky comes to her defense, and you feel so overwhelmed that you just leave.

You stay with your parents for a while, and after a few weeks, they decide to have an intervention with you, your sister, and Bucky.

They made it seem like you were the problem and were getting in the way of Bucky and your sister’s relationship.

Not once did anyone acknowledge how they screwed you over, how your heart was broken into a million pieces because two people you thought loved you had betrayed you in the worst possible way.

No one cared about how you felt, and you were sick of it. Your blood began to boil, your nausea hadn’t improved since you left the house, and if anything, it seemed to worsen with the intervention. So you decided that while your family tried to convince you to be ok with such a fucked up situation, now was the perfect time to go to the clinic.

You got up in the middle of your mother's speech and walked out.

It was that day that you found out that you were pregnant.

When you left the clinic, you had the thought to tell everyone the good news, and for a moment, you were elated. This was a result you’d been hoping to hear for the longest, but then reality hit you all at once with a single text from your mother.

‘If you can’t learn to be a family, don’t bother coming back.’

You had cried in your car for hours.

You thought of having an abortion, but you wanted a baby, and with only a 20% chance of conception, there was no telling if you’d ever get another chance like this again.

What were you going to do?

What could you do?

#dark bucky x reader #cheating bucky #cheating! bucky barnes #cheating! bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x reader #angst #dark! Bucky Barnes x Reader

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hs-is-loml · 2 years

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Flashbacks of You. (c.f)

masterlist

Pairing: Conrad Fisher x Fem!Reader, Conklin!Reader (Steven’s Twin)

Summary: flashback moments from you and conrad growing up. part three to the 'isn't the same without you' series!

isn't the same without you (part one), for you, always (part two), making you blush (part four)

Warnings: mainly fluff! little angst but comfort. mentions of cancer. first kiss...

a/n: SURPRISE FOR THE EARLY UPDATE!! you guys convinced me to do another so i thought the best thing for a third part would be flashbacks filled with very domestic fluffy moments of these two idiots who are together but are too pussy to make it official!

Age 7

“Can I sign your cast?” Conrad asked from beside you.

“Can I sign yours?” you threw back.

“Duh, why do you think I asked to sign yours,” he laughed.

You ran inside to grab a sharpie tripping on your way to the door.

“Don’t break another arm,” you hear Conrad tease.

Age 10

Your favorite part of the year was coming back to Cousins and spending time with the one and only, Conrad Fisher. Being separated for most of the year was hard on both of you. Neither of you really seemed to care for others while you were beside each other. Susannah would always say she saw a future with you two.

You guys shared a bunk bed in Conrad’s room with you being on the bottom bunk because of your fear of falling off the edge of the top. Though it seems Conrad never really spent much time on the top bunk, he would end up squeezing next to you at night wanting to talk more before going to bed. As your guys trailed off your conversations, you also seemed to dose off and fall asleep next to each other.

Even from a young age you always picked each other's side of an argument or situation. Others found this extremely annoying knowing it would always be a 2 versus 1 if you came to a confrontation with one of them. Especially Steven.

“Steven, give it back,” you whined as he dangled your headphone above your head due to his sudden growth spurt that you seemed to lack.

“No, this is too fun,” he snorted at you.

“Ok, I get it you’re tall now, but come on I just want them back before you end up breaking them,” you scoffed.

“Steven, give it back to her,” you hear from behind you as Steven hands back the headphones with a frown walking away.

Conrad always had your back and defended you in as many ways as he could. He loved the sense of being able to protect you from even the smallest things. The best part was everyone kind of listened to him with him being the oldest out of all of us.

“Thanks, Connie,” you said appreciatively looking up to meet his eyes.

“Anytime.”

Age 12

“You’ve always had the most gorgeous blue eyes, Con,” you confessed to him.

“What about them?” he asked confused.

“They’re so pretty, you know. Like as someone who has brown eyes, yours are much cooler.” you talked staring into his eyes to get a better look.

“Y/N, well you have a pretty smile,” he complimented you.

“You’re just saying that so you don’t seem rude.”

“When have I cared about being rude?”

“Actually, fair point.”

“Exactly.”

“How’s football going? Is your dad still pushing you to do it?” you asked.

“Yeah, he is, but it’s going great actually. The coach says I got some potential or something like that apparently.”

“It’s because you’re amazing, Conrad. Take pride in that.”

Age 15

From a very young age, you both showed the potential to be something more when you guys grew older. It was a shock to the families to hear about other significant others as you grew older and matured. Though as bad as it sounds your friendship was never strained during them.

Finding out Susannah had cancer was tough on everyone. Nobody could ever imagine a life without her. Conrad took it worse than everyone though he felt like he could’ve done something to prevent it in reality there was nothing he could do. The second you guys were alone when you came back to Cousins. He told you all his worries about Susannah.

That was the best part of your guys’ friendship (relationship) is that you would always be able to confide in each other. No judgment would ever be made.

"There's no shame in crying, Conrad. I promise. It’s just me," you spoke softly into his ear as he clutched onto your sides, burying his head into your neck. You held him as you played with the hairs on the back of his neck as he tried to hold in the tears but simply couldn’t.

“I can’t lose her, Y/N,” he muttered.

“And you won’t. Susannah’s strong. She’s the strongest person I know, and she will get through this. You know your mom she’s a fighter.”

“Thank you for being here.”

“I'll always be by your side.”

“I love you,” he said as he pulled back a little to look into your eyes.

“And, I love you,” you responded as you laid a gentle kiss on his forehead, he blushed.

Age 16

“Happy birthday, Y/N!” you heard from around the room as you walked into your house.

You looked around to see so many faces of the people you loved. You saw your parents, Steven, Belly, Taylor, a couple of your friends, and Steven’s, then you saw the Fishers standing to the side with bright smiles on their faces. Your eyes traveled to them one by one until you saw Conrad Fisher.

“Happy birthday, sweetheart!” Susannah spoke to you.

“Hey, birthday girl,” Jeremiah said.

“Happy birthday, Y/N,” Adam added.

“Happy birthday, love,” Conrad finished.

You squealed at the sight of them. You ran to Conrad tackling him into a hug as you peppered kisses over his face.

“You’re here,” you said still in shock.

“Of course, I am,” he smirked. He let you go so you could greet the other people in the room and thank them. Everyone could see the love in his eyes as he watched you interact with everyone.

“Happy birthday, sis,” Steven laughed at your facial expression. He had just gotten back from a trip with your guys’ dad. You thought he would be gone for your shared birthday but everything was planned to surprise you.

“I’m so glad, you made it in time.” you joked as you did a handshake you forced him to learn when you guys were seven.

“How could I miss our birthday?” Steven claimed.

“Cause you said you would?” you mocked.

“Oh, shove you, dork. Go back to lover boy he might miss you,” he grinned as you shoved him with your shoulder as you walked to Conrad.

“Hey,” you greeted him as he turned his attention away from his brother to you.

“Hello to you too.”

“Come to the backyard with me?” you asked him.

“Yeah sure,” he answered.

“So how’s your birthday?” he asked as you two walked outside sitting under the shade.

“Better with you here,” you admitted.

“I missed you,” he confessed taking your hand in his.

“I miss you too. Like all the time,” you replied giving his hand a squeeze.

“It’s hard to sit here and be close to you and not want to kiss you,” he muttered under his breath hoping you wouldn’t notice but you did.

“Then why don’t you?” you said as the words slipped out of your mouth.

It felt like time stopped as he searched your face for any signs of hesitation, but there weren’t any. You had just turned sixteen but never had your first kiss yet. You were sure he knew that, but you hoped he didn’t notice your lack of experience. He leaned into you slightly like he was waiting for you to stop him, but you wanted this. You wanted him. You leaned more in until you felt his breath fan over your face.

“Kiss me,” you whispered against his lips.

His lips pressed yours as his hand went to your waist. You responded immediately to the kiss putting your hand against his cheek. As he deepened the kiss his grip on your waist tighten as well. You let out a small gasp allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth. Both of you fought for dominance but ended up with him winning. You pulled back enough to take in some air allowing Conrad to catch his breath as well.

Each looking back at the other's lips waiting for the next move. Conrad pulls you so you're straddled on top of him as he reconnects your lips. You smiled into the kiss wrapping your arms around his neck as his hands moved to your hips. You moved forward slightly to lean more into him and he let out a groan against your mouth. He stilled in the kiss firmly keeping your hips in place from moving any further. Your lips parted from each other but stayed in the same position.

“I have your gift. Do you want it now?” he said moving one of his hands to his pocket and taking out a small box and showing it to you.

“Sure,” you said flushed taking the box in your hand as you unwrapped your arms from his neck.

“I thought you’d like it since you’re like obsessed with like space and stuff. I got a matching ring to it too you see. It’s okay if you don’t like it though I can totally get you something else if you want,” he rambled as you took out a moon and star necklace that matched a signet ring that rested on his left pinky.

“I love it, Con. Thank you,” you giggled pressing a light kiss on his lips.

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