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Dr. Phosphorus x GN!Reader
(What I want him to do to me 🔝)
Summary: You match his freak, a little too well
CW: SMUT! 18+!, thigh riging(ish), burning, pet name (cupcake), newly establish relationship (hinted at), no use of y/n, no beta reader, soft dr. phosphorus (even tho he burns you...), reader has enhanced healing and is immune to radiation
WC: 0.8k
A/N: Loosely based off this ask. it gave me this idea and i just AIHSJD AAAHHH. I love him so much ugh
“Please…” Your voice was soft and airy. Needy. “Alex, please.”
One of Dr. Phosphorus’ hand gripped your hip, and the other was on the wall. He leaned his weight onto that hand and his face was in your neck. His hips were grinding into yours. He was still mostly clothed, wearing pants and his jacket. You were almost completely naked before him, wearing nothing but underwear.
His thumb rubbed circles into your exposed hip. You were dying for something. He could not tell what.
“What is it?” His voice was strained. “What’d’ya’ need?”
“I want-” Your eyes shut tight, and you whispered something under your breath. You wanted him to mark you up. In a potentially unconventional way.
“What was that?” He stopped the grinding and cocked his head at you.
You groaned and your head rolled back. “I want you to… Burn me.” If he had eyes they would be bugging out. That is not what he expected. “I mean-” You immediately defended yourself, “I can heal fast, I’m immune to your radiation… I want to- Need to know what it feels like.”
While you waited for an answer, the wall beside you began to heat up. Dr. Phosphorus moved his hand from the wall quickly and you looked over, seeing a handprint singed on the wall. You shivered.
“You’re being serious?” He asked, trying to compose himself.
“Completely.” You sucked in air and your jaw clenched.
“Okay,” He took a step back, “we need a safe word first.”
The smile on your face was about to make it all worth it for Phosphorus. “How about red, if I need you to stop, I’ll just say red. If reassurance is needed on your end, I’ll say green.”
“That will work.” He was impressed with how fast you were. How long had this been on your mind? He was not sure, but he was happy to oblige. You leaped towards him and kissed him quickly. “You have a spot in mind?” He asked curiously.
“Collarbone.” You spat out, smiling at him. You pointed to the spot.
“People will see that-”
“I want them to.” Your smile turned into a smirk. “I really want them to.”
Dr. Phosphorus almost lost his mind. For a brief moment, he was burning up. He collected himself and his hands flexed. You noticed how worked up he was. You could not help but wonder if he thought about burning you.
“First thing’s first, cupcake,” He pushed you back against the wall. “I will not be burning you fully. I know you heal fast, but-” Dr. Phosphorus sighed. “I cannot bear the thought of hurting badly. Secondly,” He put up two fingers, “use the safe word if you need it.”
You nodded, excitedly. Violently. Your stomach flipped. Your back was flush with the wall, and you smiled at your boyfriend, excited for what was to come. “I promise! I will let you know if it’s too much.” But it won’t be, you thought. You did not want him to get upset, so you kept the last part to yourself.
He nodded and you shut your eyes. Dr. Phosphorus placed a hand on your hip and on at the base of your neck, above your collarbone. You began to grind your hips against his again and your head leaned back, giving him better access to you.
“I’ll be okay,” You whispered. Your hands grabbed his jacket, and you pulled him closer to you. You peeked at Phosphorus. He was obviously thinking. “Alex, green, please-” Your begging seemed to be enough to push him over the edge.
Dr. Phosphorus pushed a knee between your legs and his palm laid on your collarbone. You felt heat at first. You moaned. You leaned forward, the grinding continued. The friction was almost enough to bring you to orgasm alone. Your hips moved steadily at first. You knew what you were doing. But as soon as you felt the heat becoming hotter your grinding became quicker, sloppy.
“Fuck,” You hissed.
Dr. Phosphorus was losing his mind. The way you had given yourself to him was exhilarating. A pleasured scream ripped from your throat and your hips jutted forward. You were coming undone. Every part of you tensed and your grip on his jacket tightened. Dr. Phosphorus pulled his hand away from your skin and you twitched against him. You let out a soft whine and your head dropped.
It was quickly lifted back up. Your eyes opened slightly, and Dr. Phosphorus examined your burn. “How’s it look?” You smirked at him.
“You’re freaky,” He responded, head lifting slightly, looking at you presumably, “you know that?”
You let out a low laugh, “Like you aren’t!”
“Come on,” Dr. Phosphorus pulled you away from the wall, “I know you have enhanced healing, but we need to clean that, and you, up.”
You nodded. You followed Dr. Phosphorus to your bathroom and sighed. That was a lot better than you could have even imagined. “Alex,” you started, causing him to turn back towards you. You wanted so badly to tell him you loved him. You figured it may not be the best time. “Thank you.”
“For burning you?” He almost yelled, but he did not falter getting you to the bathroom. Your bare feet hit the tile floor. “You are freaky.”
“No,” you swatted at him, “for helping me clean up.”
“Oh, that’s just what good boyfriends do.”
You let him look at the burn in the light. “You know,” You started, “when someone sees this they’re going to absolutely lose it.” You smirked.
“I hope Rick sees it.” Dr. Phosphorus laughed. “Oh, how I hope he sees it…”
#dr phosphorus#dr phosphorus x reader#creature commandos x reader#dr phosphorus smut#creature commandos#dc x reader#dcu#creature commandos smut
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hi hope your having a good day!
do you have any headcanons for a yandere Clark Kent, I just think he's neat
Hi! I have slightly great day actually but I hope yours is much better!
In regards to Headcannons about Sups yes, Superman really is a pretty great character loved the guy since I saw him on TV but kinda scared about how they keep making evil superman these days, anyway lemme just open my old notes and please forgive me for typos this isn't really proofread much.
Yandere Clark Kent/SuperMan
HeadCannons
[General, Platonic and Romantic]
General
In the terms of a yandere Clark I think he's somewhat-
Obsessive - loves to pick up even the tiniest things you do or the little stuff that makes you -You! especially with that perfect vision that can literally see for miles.
Example: The tiny baby hairs that curls at your nape when you tie your hair up, The habit you do when something catches your eye or interest and even the slight twitch of your muscle when you're about to do something.
Controlling - but I say he let's you have some freedom, this golden boy is raised by the Kents to hold his temper when things doesn't go his way-
Like when you disagree with what he wants he will then try to hear out your reason first and maybe work something out, it breaks his heart to see you angry, distress or just sad.
But if it's been life or death? your life and wellbeing on the line? There's no talking your way out of this, his words are final.
Hero Complex - He thinks its his responsibility to protect and save you from everything, He's Superman, Man of Steel and a Hero, Yes of course you can get groceries for yourself but atleast let him come with you, you don't know what some people are planning or what goes inside their head until you just find yourself at the end of the barrel of a gun.
[Platonic]
As a Yandere Platonic it's like just in a very over protective family.
Whether you're like a parental figure, a sibling or even like his own child, He'll become to protective over you.
If he ever has the chance to show you of he will but not to the point of telling anyone everything about you, they'll know who you are, your name , what you are or relation to him and what you do but that's it, he'll try to avoid anymore discussion or talks about you, he gets to keep that informations to himself.
Like how you really like your puppy and you want everyone to know you have one but you won't let them pet it or even just look at them in general, it's your puppy, you're not obligated to share them to people.
Very family Oriented guy, he likes to have his family close to him and celebrate any important events with everyone, memories are precious and he wants to keep them forever, we have this thing here -a culture you might say- where in some families it's not really required or force upon the children to move out and become independent sometimes it's still okay to live under the same roof with your grandparents, parents, siblings, in laws, along with your wife and children and your siblings children (dear lord u don't know how true this is in my country)
I like to think that if you want to be a bit independent to Clark, he'll be like 'Oh! I understand so I thought about this instead'-
and literally build either a separate house that reaches his parents farm house in one full walk or extended the house where you get your own space and still be with the family.
He coddles you even more when you don't have superpowers or is a kryptonian, He freaks out when your hurt and acts like you'll die from a little scratch after falling, still kept baby proofing the house even if you become an adult
You can use accidents or possible injuries as a leverage but you can never talk or joke about kys because he will literally get angry with you and gives you lecture about how important your life is.
[Romantic]
As a romantic yandere I think he's a bit on the Hopeless Romantic side.
Believes in love at first sight or soulmates and continue to fall more and more in love with you day by day, thinks about how romantic it is to swoop in and save you as Superman, likes to pop out everytime you stand on your balcony and sneak up on you and how you fit right in his arms as he carries you in the sky with you and him alone above everything and everyone.
Will give you gifts that has more sentimental value than the price tag, like the scarf his Ma made even meals and treats for you, simple things maybe art supplies or notebook for journaling and if he can get a good raise he'll get you that jewelry that brings out your beauty, he loves to see anything he gifts to you on your person a bit like marking on you that kind of stuff.
Doesn't really like Poly-relationship, he's not really against it but He likes to keep you to himself, you're both made for each other and he likes to keep it that way.
Family - adding this again but really wants to get married to you soon after like what 2-3 dates? wants you to move in and become a stay at home spouse where you'll spend more time with his folks and maybe take care of the kids.
Is dying to see you round and prego like goodness lord you are even hotter to him when you stand there either cooking or walking around with your hand on your hip and the other under that bump may or may not.
If you're willing in this relationship maybe 2-3 kids? if not forced pregnancy might become possible.
And if you can't have kids it's alright adoption is available, he would still look like a highschool boy in love when you hold a baby or a tiny kid in your arms
I'm a bit soft on my Yandere stuff so a bit srry for that
And that's all I got for the Big Man supes, I hope you like this and I hope did this right, been writing this one at 3am, Thanks for the ask btw.
#✦✧✦ - ask#yandere x reader#yandere clark kent#Yandere Superman#Yandere Superman/Clark Kent x reader#x gender neutral reader
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PORSCHE'S GIRL part 2 | F1
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NEW QUALIFYING RULES: THE BOTTOM 6 DRIVERS WILL BE ELIMINATED FROM Q1 AND Q2. Q3 WILL CONTINUE TO REMAIN THE TOP 10 DRIVERS.
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Old Drivers, New Teams. Old Teams, New Drivers. The stage is set for the qualifying in Melbourne. Who will take the first pole position in 2025?
tagged: lewishamilton, carlozsainz, avaflorence
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batteryacid: Florence's whole winter aesthetic in the Aussie heat is a MOOD
> foksmash: the lack of PR training be hittin' different
> aussie: Gives me Oscar vibes. no f's given.
lewis44: Man, seeing Lewis in red still does not feel right
> totosfav: Ikr!! I was looking at that Ferrari in FP3 was like that's Carlos Sainz- nope, Hamilton.
> plottwist: Manifesting a Ferrari 1-2 today!!
chuckleclerc: Lowkey excited to see how Hamilton and Leclerc gonna shake things up this season 👀🔥
> carbuff: Ferrari's about to serve some serious looks with that darker red livery
f1memes: Carlos getting pole here after getting sacked by Ferrari would be the funniest thing
> sainzstan: praying Sainz coming for that championship with THAT energy 👑
> fastlane: Guys, he's in a Williams. I love him, but please 🙏
Porsche F1: Ava Florence
Admin: Before we head off to your first Grand Prix, the fans want to get to know you a bit better. So let's introduce you to Australia. Firstly, what's your name and what team do you drive for?
"My name is Ava Florence and I drive for Porsche Penske... ah sh** its Martini right? Damn. Porsche Martini Motorsport Racing."
Admin: The F.I.A might penalize you for swearing.
"Ah I won't show up to community service anyway. Unless he did. If he did, I want pictures please."
Admin: What track are you looking most forward to?
"Spa. Literally grew up five minutes away from it. If I don't win there, I might cry. Suzuka would be cool too. Another home race."
Admin: Who was your racing idol?
"Dunno. Never had one. Of course I watched Vettel and Hamilton and Alonso when I was younger, but never really had someone I wanted to be like. The closest... Michele Mouton. She's amazing."
Admin: What's your relationship with Sebastian and Daniel?
"I love them. Seb is kinda like father. And Danny is big brother. Though I think I'm the smarter one... don't tell him that."
Daniel (Off-Camera): You're welcome!
"And he's flipping me off. Love you Danny!"
Admin: Lastly, what's are you looking to accomplish in your first Grand Prix.
"Win."
AUSTRALIA GRAND PRIX: Once again, Melbourne will host the opening round to a Formula 1 season and the excitement is high. McLaren are looking to capitalize on their massive improvements from last season, defending their crown. Red Bull fell off a cliff at the end of 2024, but they still think they can put a fight with their new driver line up. Ferrari has the most hype around them as they've signed Sir Lewis Hamilton, while Mercedes will try to pick up the pieces after Hamilton left.
Q1 was a heated session and you could've sworn that this was 2023 all over again. Max Verstappen goes fastest, setting a 1:16.643. Only two other drivers cracked into the one minute sixteen margins. Lando followed Verstappen with a 1:16.720, but Charles narrowly took that second spot with 1:26.715. Both Mercedes out high performances in 1:17 and Lewis Hamilton set the fastest of that bunch of 1:17.062, landing him P4 in the first session. Porsche's were the dark horses, setting times for P5 and P7.
AVA ROLLED INTO the pit lane, her voice teething on the radio:
FLORENCE I have no pace on the straights. Sector 2 is a joke.
HENRY Understood, Ava. Bring the car into the pits, we'll have a look at the front wing.
FLORENCE Where's Seb?
HENRY He's 5th at the moment. He's running a different set up than you.
THUS the issues began with every new team. Sebastian got the "preferred" set-up, a high suspension to increase speed on the straights and allow him to pick up time during qualifying. But Ava had done it before. She's raced with terrible setups and she's always found a way through... and F1 was her dream. If she was gonna be with Porsche, she was gonna have driving done the beautiful way.
Q2 was a mixed batch of drivers on top. Verstappen fell off his dominance, but he managed to stay in for the next round at P8. Lando once again topped the timing sheets, but Oscar and Leclerc were catching up, Oscar now cracking into the 1:16 times. Hamilton also managed to break in, but still couldn't manage to stick himself in the top 3. It was Sebastian turn to fall to P9 after fumbling Turn 1 and Turn 3 of his laps. Ava settled herself behind the 7x champion in fifth. Coming into the pits, she remained quiet. She hated every second right now. Sure, fifth was a great start to her first EVER F1 race, but she had to fight the car through every corner to get it to where it was. For that effort, she felt she deserved more. She put on footage from Lando's qualifying lap and waited for the final session to begin.
LECLERC HAS GONE OFF — he spun is car around in Turn 1 and sent it straight to the gravel, failing to set a time for the final session. This was Lando's chance. With competition from Charles gone, he easily snatched the top timings, but Oscar was there; first sector, green, second sector, yellow, third sector - hard brake, attacking the apex, carrying that momentum into the final chicane - purple. But was it enough?
Oscar Piastri : +.097
OSCAR WAS DEVASTED. P2was a great lap, but to know he was only nine hundreds off pole in his home Grand Prix hurt. However, that wasn't the only salt to his wound.
"We ride on board with Ava Florence as she's about to begin her lap. Martin, why don't you give us some insight."
"Certainly, Crofty. She's just gonna come up on the final corner and activate the DRS and down she goes for her lap. Picks up speed to 8th gear, breaks at the 100 meter mark, down to third, hits the apex, up to fifth. Late braking into Turn 3, a little too late, bad exit off the corner. Nicely hugs the apex into Turn 4 and flat out for Turn 5. Faster than her pedal best by a tenth."
"Now, Ava Florence, that is, the Porsche driver. She was complaining about the bad speeds on the straights. We can see that right here on Turn 5."
"Absolutely, and she's gonna have to make up as much as she can in the corners.. here, she crosses the DRS detection zone, it's a yellow second sector. Turn 9, a hard braking zone, she angles her car beautifully, attacking the apex, but being cautious on the curbs. She carries that momentum into Turn 10 - just look at how fast she is in those corners. DRS Zone now... down to third gear, wide entry into Turn 11, just what she needs and she stays smooth on the throttle in Turn 22. Back into third gear for Turn 14 and beautiful exit out of Turn 14 as she hits the DRS."
"And it will be Ava Florence who will take P2 away from Oscar Piastri. She goes purple on the final sector."
"Unbelievable final sector from that rookie. Like you said Crofty, having to fight that car all day and certainly not an easy afternoon for the lady, but she's made it work. As here comes here teammate Sebastian Vettel climbing up to P6."
HENRY That is P2 for tomorrow. P2. Well done, Ava.
FLORENCE YES! Oh I hated this qualifying so much, but happy with this result. What's an Aussie thing I can say for the fans?
f1
The eyes of our top three in qualifying. Time to hit the grid hard on Sunday. 👊
tagged: lando, avaflorence, oscarpiastri
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delulu4ferrari: Another year, another season where Ferrari plays with my heart.
> chuckleclerc: Charles going on in Q3 gave me France PTSD.
teamLH: How did Lewis not manage to get a single top 3 placement in any session?? Rigged!
> lululemoncalled: Hear me out... maybe he's new to the team?? Just saying.
> oscarpastry: Only TeamLH and Mad Max fans can look at a P4 qualifying and say it was rigged against them.
florence4ever: No hate to Seb, but they gave mama the worse setup and she cooked.
> delusion: How many letters in Formula 1?
visacashapptookmymoney: Piastri fans, how we feeling?
> pawastri: chill
> piastri_leclerc: dead
> leos.brother: trynna stay sane
2025 Australian Starting Grid
Lando Norris
Ava Florence
Oscar Piastri
Lewis Hamilton
George Russell
Max Verstappen
Sebastian Vettel
Nico Hulkenberg
Andrea Kimi Antonelli
Charles Leclerc
Gabriel Bortoleto
Carlos Sainz
Liam Lawson
Fernando Alonso
Yuki Tsunoda
Esteban Ocon
Ollie Bearman
Lance Stroll
Alexander Albon
Pierre Gasly
Isack Hadjar
Jack Doohan
porschef1
View from the top of Australia is so good you can see Stuttgart from here.
tagged: avaflorence, sebsatianvettel
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vettel_forever: Sebastian P7 to podium, calling it now! 🏆
> florence4ever: Porsche 1-2 from day one 💯
racingnews24: Audi: "We're joining F1!" Porsche: "Hold my beer" 🍻
> f1_memer: The German Civil War continues
> delulu: Out qualified both Audi's and Ava had the worse set up. Queen shit.
audif1: Enjoy the view while it lasts. See you on race day.
> hulk: Get Nico a podium and then talk!
> shoey4ricc: I want Hulkenberg on the podium so badly, but Audi kinda dug themselves a grave by doing all this.
SUNDAY CAME FAST, and the grid was lined up for the 2025 Formula 1 season. The nerves and expectations were on everyone. Lando couldn't manage to dethrone Max in 2024, but everyone said he can do it this year. He had the fast car, he had the pole position, and all he needed was to maintain it. But Ava was right behind. Rookie or not, she stole P2 from the second McLaren, arguably the fastest car on the grid right now. Speaking of him, Oscar wanted this race win badly. Every driver dreams of winning a Grand Prix, but many dream of winning their home race. This race was crucial for Oscar, not just for the championship, but for his pride.
NEXT YEAR IS OUR YEAR was Ferrari's slogan for the past 17 years. This year had to be the year though. They had two mega-star drivers. They invested everything into Leclerc. They invested everything into Hamilton. They were just a millimeter away last year. They want to a mile ahead this year.
"Welcome along to the first round of 2025 Formula 1 Season. We are in Melbourne, Australia at the beautiful Albert Park circuit to kick off the start of what is surely going to be a spectacular season. We've got 58 laps ahead of his round, a 3.28 mile circuit and the lap record, set by Charles Leclerc in 2024. 4 DRS zones here, more than any other circuit, around 14 corners. Let's take a look at our grid."
"It was a wild qualifying this year, like it is every year. The lap record holder spun off in Q3, landing him 10th on the grid. But if any driver can make a comeback, it is him. Drivers to watch out for - obviously, we have the pole sitter, Lando Norris. He's been on fire all weekend. Can he finish the job today?"
"We'll certain see, Martin, but the driver behind him isn't going make it easy. Ava Florence, the rookie for Porsche, stunned everyone yesterday. She'll sits P2, only seven hundredths off Norris' time."
HENRY Okay, Ava. Don't worry too much about your start. Our goal is to make these tires last longer than the competition.
"And that Ava certainly will do. She starts on soft tires for the Grand Prix, but she's running a higher suspension than the rest of the top 10, so she might be out on the track for a long time before she comes into the pits. The question is: was that the right call?"
"Only time will tell, Martin, but now the drivers finish up their formation lap... IT'S LIGHTS OUT AND AWAY WE GO! Immediately, Ava gets a good jump, she's right on Lando, Max in the back passes on Russel as we head down to the first corner AND AVA GETS TO THE APEX FIRST, SHE LEADS IN, AND SHE TAKES THE POSITION. Once again, Lando Norris will not get to the first corner from pole in pole. Oscar right behind Lando, can't get away-
"The Williams just hit the Aston Martin. Who is it? Debris is going everywhere. Pierre Gasly gets through the disaster, but that's... that's Albon and Stroll there. Stroll's car is beached on the gravel."
"Up ahead, Ava continues her lead into Turn 5 heading for end of the first sector. Behind is Lando, Oscar, Hamilton, Verstappen, Vettel, Russell, Hulkenberg, Antonelli, and Leclerc to round out the top ten.
"We saw Verstappen pass Russell at the start, but looks like Vettel passed him too. He's put into sixth. Let's have a look at crash. Albon is still racing, but car is limping on the road. He's desperately trying to get to the pits. But Stroll... Yeah, he's getting out of the car. Lance Stroll is out of the race. So, first corner, first lap, and we already have our first retirement of 2025."
"Such a shame, especially with Newey entering the Aston department to help them with their new 2026 Honda engine deal. Not the start Aston Martin wanted for their first race. But at least Alonso is still in the race, he's climbed up two places into P12. And here as he are about to finish up the first lap, Ava is still the driver leading into Turns 13 and 14. The gap to Lando has extended, but not to Oscar. The Australian staring at his teammates rear wing. No DRS yet, but in due time, he just might be able to get ahead of Lando."
Lap 3:
TURN 1 - LAW overtakes SAI on the inside lane, sweeping in to take P13
TURN 8 - LEC passes ANT on the outside to take P9
Lap 6:
AVA FLORENCE SETS FASTEST LAP : LEAD +1.350
LAP 9:
TURN 7 - PIA passes NOR on the inside to take P2
OSCAR PIASTRI SETS FASTED LAP : GAP TO P1 +3.545
LAP 10 - 12:
WHEEL-TO-WHEEL BATTLE:
"Max Verstappen closes the gap with DRS. He's right on Hamilton's gearbox. He makes the lunge into Turn 1 on the inside. But Hamilton just holds on to the position. Verstappen and Hamilton, wheel to once again. They've shown thrilling battles before, but they've also know some jaw-dropping incidents. Verstappen makes the move on the outside. Can he make it stick? They're so close into Turn 4. Verstappen has to back off. Hamilton, defending that P4 with all his might."
"Back into the opening straight and DRS with Verstappen. He makes the lunge once again. He is denied once again. Hamilton continues to defend the position. Up ahead, Florence extends her lead to four seconds. And behind, Leclerc passes Hulkenberg. But all eyes are on these two. Who's going to come out on top?"
HENRY Hamilton and Verstappen are occupied with one another. We're happy to pit now. Your choice.
FLORENCE I think I can extend this stint.
"For the third straight time, Verstappen tries it on the inside line. This time, he gets it to stick, just a sliver ahead of Hamilton. And that is all the space Verstappen needed to get ahead in P4. Behind, Sebastian Vettel has caught up with the two. From fighting one 4x time Red Bull champion to another."
LAP 14:
AVA PIT STOP : 3.1 SECONDS | P6
TURN 5 - LEC passes RUS to take P7
LAP 16:
AVA FLORENCE SETS FASTEST LAP : GAP TO P1 +12.345
TURN 9 - ALO makes a clean pass on ANT for P10
LAP 20:
TURN 3 - BOR overtakes HUL on the outside to claim P9
TURN 7 - SAI and LAW engage in a brief battle, with SAI maintaining P13
LAP 25:
AVA FLORENCE PIT STOP : 2.8 SECONDS | P4
"Ava Florence emerges from the pits in P4, right behind George Russell. And She's immediately looking for the attack, looking for a way past the British driver. She tries to make a move on the inside of Turn 1, but Russell aggressively defends that position. Not much she could do there.
"Turn 1, and Florence fancies her chances on the inside, but Russell's having none of it. He's defending like his life depends on it! Through the next corner, it's anybody's guess who'll come out on top. They're so close you couldn't slip a piece of paper between them!"
"And now, Turn 3, Florence bravely goes for the outside line. It's a bold move, but- OH MY GOODNESS! CONTACT BETWEEN RUSSELL AND FLORENCE! SHE'S OFF THE TRACK! What drama we're seeing here, ladies and gentlemen!"
RUSSELL Nothing I could do. I had no space.
FLORENCE Someone tell this f***** that he's not Hamilton at Mercedes.
HENRY Any damage?
FLORENCE No damage. Just trying to say sane. What's Russell saying?
HENRY Russell is reporting front wing damage.
FLORENCE Karma!
"She doesn't so happy, does she, Crofty? That was quite a rip on Russell. But the Stewards will be looking into that incident and surely, that's a penalty for Russell. He was on the inside lane, Florence gave him plenty of room. No need for him to push her off the track like that."
"He will see the result of that penalty indeed, but right now Florence has lost crucial time and position. She's rejoined right behind Gabriel Bortoleto."
"I will say. Gabriel Bortoleto, the driver from out of Brazil, has done phenomenally well in his first race. I think we knew had talent, but were wondering what to make off it since he was starting in Sauber. But then Audi announced they would the join the early. And look at how its played out."
"Indeed, it's gone great for the team. Of course, the team they were directly responding to is right behind him."
LAP 28:
TURN 1 - VET makes a daring move on HAM, briefly taking P4 before HAM reclaims it in Turn 2
LAP 30:
"AND HERE WE GO! It's an absolute THRILLER between Florence and Bortoleto battling for P5! OH MY GOODNESS, WHAT A FIGHT WE'RE SEEING!"
"Look at the precision, the commitment from both drivers. Both sides are respecting the space for the other drivers, but neither side is giving up any sort of room. It's strange how that works, but that's an F3 and F2 champion fighting right here. Florence is showing tremendous tactical awareness ."
"INTO TURN 3 - BORTOLETO DEFENDS! HE'S HOLDING THE RACING LINE! BUT WAIT - FLORENCE ISN'T BACKING DOWN! SWITCH TO THE INSIDE FOR TURN 4 - SHE'S DONE IT! FLORENCE MAKES THE MOVE STICK! LIGHTS OUT AND AWAY SHE GOES! WHAT A MAGNIFICENT PIECE OF RACING!"
"Brilliant overtake. That's the kind of move that separates good drivers from great drivers. Clean, calculated, and absolutely decisive. Many said that if Florence continued to race in F2, she'd give Bortoleto a run for the title. And this right here shows it."
LAP 35:
LANDO NORRIS PIT STOP : 2.7 SECONDS | P4
LEWIS HAMILTON PIT STOP : 3.6 SECONDS | P6
AVA FLORENCE MOVES UP TO P2
LAP 40:
TURN 9 - ANT and HUL battle for P10, with ANT holding on by mere tenths
LAP 48:
"Florence has been relentlessly chasing down Piastri. Look at that - she's right on his gearbox, the gap closing down faster than a pit stop. Florence goes for the inside, but Piastri - what a defensive move! He covers it off brilliantly."
"Piastri has made a big jump in his defensive ability. We saw him defend Hamilton on the start and he's doing a beautiful job here."
"She's not giving up yet. She feints to the outside... cuts back to the inside. They're side-by-side through Turn 1, neither driver willing to give an inch! This is wheel-to-wheel racing at its absolute finest!"
"Piastri has the inside line for Turn 2, but Florence is hanging in there."
LAP 49:
TURN 3 - LEC makes a bold move on NOR, taking P4
TURN 8 - BOR defends P8 from a charging ALO
LAP 50:
"Florence has been calculatingher next move for laps. When will she unleash? Oscar Piastri is waiting, ready to defend. Look at this - she gets a phenomenal exit out of the final corner, using that slipstream down the main straight DRS wide open, and she's pulling alongside Piastri - they're NECK AND NECK into Turn 1! Florence brakes later, takes the inside line, and MAKES THE PASS STICK! WHAT A MOVE!"
"Absolutely spectacular, Crofty. That's how you make a race-defining move! She knew she had slipstream, she knew exactly the kind of space Piastri was going to give her and she took advantage of it. Brilliant. Brilliant racing."
LAP 52:
TURN 3 - LEC overtakes HAM, taking P3
LAP 58:
"Ava Florence hasn't been in Formula 1 for long, but she's already made history. The first female driver on the grid since Giovanna Amati in 1992. She will become the 9th driver to stand on the podium in their first race. And the second driver since Giancarlo Baghetti in 1961 to win their first ever Formula 1 Race. AVA FLORENCE WINS THE AUSTRALIAN GRAND PRIX!"
HENRY Congratulations, Ava! You've freaking done it!
FLORENCE OH MY GOD!! SIGN THIS, TAT IT, STICK ON A NOTE AND PUT IT ON MY HELMET! I DON'T CARE! I JUST WON IT!!
RUDI Okay, that's P7, Seb. Good job. Welcome back to the grid.
VETTEL Yeah, a little rusty. But amazing feeling. Thank you guys
RUDI And Ava won the race, by the way.
VETTEL Hah, really? Amazing. Gute Arbeit!
AUSTRALIA GRAND PRIX RESULTS
1. AVA FLORENCE (+25)
2. OSCAR PIASTRI (+18)
3. CHARLES LECLERC (+15)
4. LEWIS HAMILTON (+12)
5. LANDO NORRIS (+10)
6. MAX VERSTAPPEN (+8)
7. SEBASTIAN VETTEL (+6)
8. GABRIEL BORTOLETO (+4)
9. FERNANDO ALONSO (+2)
10. GEORGE RUSSELL (+1)
11. ANDREA KIMI ANTONELLI
12. NICO HULKENBERG
13. LIAM LAWSON
14. CARLOS SAINZ
15. YUKI TSUNODA
16. OLLIE BEARMAN
17. ESTABAN OCON
18. PIERRE GASLY
19. ISACK HADJAR
20. JACK DOOHAN
21. ALEXANDER ALBON [DNF]
22. LANCE STROLL [DNF] f1
SIGN THIS, TAT IT, STICK ON A NOTE AND PUT IT ON HER HELMET! WE DON'T CARE! AVA FLORENCE WINS THE AUSTRALIAN GRAND PRIX!
tagged: avaflorence
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f1_memer: Audi watching this like 👀
> totosheadphones: Absolutely cooked Bortoleto in the race 🔥
madmax: That's how you make an entrance in F1! Welcome, Porsche!
racing_queen: George's front wing is probably still shaking from that incident
> chuckleclerc: inchident
boomerhumor: George "He turned into me" Russell strikes again😅 What a race!
florence4ever: Ava probably some of the best radio messages here: "someone tell him he's not Hamilton at Mercedes" 😭
> goatifi: She stole Fernando's "KARMA" 💀
AUSTRALIA POST-RACE INTERVIEW
Interviewer: Congratulation, Ava. Your first race in F1 and already a win in your bag.
Ava: Hello~ How are you? Thank you so much. You look fantastic.
Interview: I think you look better than me.
Ava: Oh shut up. Tell me where you got that dress from. I need to grab something before I leave the land down under.
Interview: I'll let you know after this. Tell us, what are your emotions on your win? Guide us through this race.
Ava: Yeah, I mean... To be honest, even though I was P2, I thought a win was far away. You know, we ran a bad setup on the car. I struggled in qualifying to even get into some of the sessions but you know, we got P2 in the end. And so then I had to convert that to something in the race. Norris I saw had a slow reaction on the start, so I took the opportunity to get past him into turn one and then from there 1st put stop, you know, pretty good. But then the 2nd pit stop... came out right behind Russell. I thought, you know, I could go for this overtake And, he thought to be an idiot and turned into me when I was on the outside. So I don't know what happened there. I'm not complaining with the end result, but definitely was complaining on that one. Then I had a little fight with Gabriel. I got past him. Norris went into the pits, gave me the second position that I needed. And on Piastri, I was just waiting for DRS to kick in. And I knew that was going to be my opportunity and I got it.
Interview: So, Oscar, you were very close to winning your home Grand Prix. What are you feeling here?
Oscar: Yeah, tough. I was leading for a while. Confident I could get the race win. And then Ava came behind me and it was tough to keep her away. P2 is a strong position. Helps me, helps the team. But I definitely wished I got first.
Interview: Charles, after that spin in Q3, you started 10th on the grid. You worked your way up to the podium. How was it?
Charles: It was good. The car had pace. Obviously, not as much as we wanted, but I made some good overtakes. We had a solid strategy. By the time, I passed Lewis, the McLarens were too far ahead. Overall, strong result for the team. We'll look into the data to see where we can improve because we're definitely faster than what was shown today.
HOWEVER, all that aside, the fans of F1 wanted to know one thing and one thing only. What did the drivers think of Ava Florence? She was the first point scoring woman in F1 history. The first race-winning woman in F1 history.
Oscar: She's very quick. She's a tough racer. It was very hard to defend against her. She's pretty relentless.
Lando: She's crazy good. I mean, first race, first win. You don't just do that randomly. So, she's proven herself.
Charles: I think the race showed it. She has the pace and the racecraft to compete with the best. Very strong qualifier. Strong pace. Not many flaws I would saw. For a rookie, that's incredible.
Lewis: It's amazing to see her race. Not only is she crazy fast, but she's representing women out there in motorsport. You know, when I was growing up, there wasn't any driver that I could look to and say, "He's like me." I got the opportunity to be that kind of driver for others. And I'm sure she's now going to be a huge inspiration for women all over the world. Major props to her.
Max: She's fast. I mean, that's the basis of what you need to compete. And she has it.
Sebastian: Ava is an incredible racer. Porsche has a lot of trust in her and for good reason. She's a strong driver, and a strong person too. She doesn't let the comments get to her. And her character is one of the best out there. Happy for her. Congrats on the race win. Hopefully, many more will come.
Gabriel: The same as before. Competing against her in F3 was definitely one of the most challenging moments of my life. And now we're both on the highest level of racing. Yeah, that's it. She's fast. She's tough. She's great.
Fernando: Fantastic performance. She definitely stands out and she has great race pace, great awareness, overall just fantastic for motorsport as a whole. I don't really care if she's a woman or not. She's got the speed to compete with everyone else.
George: I think, for a rookie, it's a impressive performance. But you're going to have the rookie mistakes that everyone makes. You know, a lot of them are overly ambitious.
Carlos: She's great. Very good race she had today. Happy to see representation on the grid. I hope the best for her.
avaflorence
Australia, whatever you were, I hate you and I love you. First race, first win. Thank you. And I seriously recommend some eyewear for some of these drivers.
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f1_fanatic92: Love-hate relationships are the best! Congrats on your first win, Ava! 🏆💖
> throughgoeshamilton: "Love-hate relationships are the best." Serious question, are you okay?
ausgp: Come back next year and maybe you're mind will change 😉
motorsport_daily: "I hate you and I love you" - the perfect description of F1!
> delulu: average ferrari fan
landonorris: Congrats... I guess
> avaflorence: No need to be salty honey. Australia is already surrounded by an ocean.
> florence4ever: 😭😭
vettel_forever: First race, first win, and already throwing shade?
> team44: Rusell was fuming in the post-race interview 💀
> hamland: Bro def saw her radio message. He's cooked.
alldatime: She stole Fernando's "yoke", "karma," and his celebration. El Padre 2.0?
> avaflorence: El Madre ❤️
porschef1
We kept the receipts. Double points finish in Australia.
tagged: avaflorence, sebastianvettel
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lululemoncalled: Someone check in on Audi. I don't think they're doing so well.
delulu: Ava was fighting with the McLarens and Hulkenberg was struggling with Antonelli 💀
vettel_forever: Schumacher 🤝 Vettel joining a German based team after retirement
> schumi: Bro was really copying his idol to the max.
audif1: See you in China.
> porschef1: 🧾
WORLD DRIVERS CHAMPIONSHIP
WORLD CONSTRUCTOR CHAMPIONSHIP
taglist: @freyathehuntress
#formula 1#f1 smau#oscar piastri#f1 fanfic#f1 imagine#ferrari#charles leclerc#carlos sainz#sebastian vettel#max verstappen#fernando alonso#f1 2025
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Hot tub
"Sure join us" Kathy said with a smile. What? We where naked in the hotel hot tub. And she just invited some guy to join us. He stepped up and noticed we were naked.
"Well if that's the rule" he said casually removing his trunks. My eyes almost popped out of my head as he exposed his cock dangling between his legs. Kathy reaches down and squeezed my dick as she made small talk with Roger. She was flirting with him. She stood up to reach for something whennshe sat back down she was sitting next to him,
"Baby did you see how big Roger's cock is" she asked me.
"No" I stuttered as she was obviously stroking it below the water.
"Paul's is really small. But he has a marvelous tounge" she told Roger.
"Stand up and show him baby. He loves when I tease him about it" Kathy continued.
"Show him, I bet it's hard thinking about me stroking Roger's over here" she smiled I stood and sure enough my 4 inches was throbbing. Roger slid up to the edge of the hot tub. It was even bigger must be 8, or 9 inches. Kathy smiled and started to suck his cock. I wanted her I slid over hoping to fuck her from behind.
"No baby eat my ass. I know you love to eat my ass" she told me. I sunk down and ate her ass as she sucked thus man's massive cock. After a few minutes I tried to fuck her again.
"Stol playing come here help me" Kathy said. Was she crazy I wasn't going to suck this man's cock. She reached back and grabbed my dick and pulled me to her.
"Go ahead there is plenty fir both of us. You suck cum time you got it from the source. She shoved his cock in my mouth. As she stroked me. I started to suck his cock she told me what to do. I focused on pleasing him Kathy suckingnhin as well I hadn't even noticed that she had stopped touching me altogether. I felt Roger big hand on my head pushing me down ever so slightly I tried to take more.
"It's his first cock, but I have known for a while he wanted one" Kathy told Roger. Roger grunted and held my head as he came. I gagged and spit cum goingeverywhere. Even coming out my nose. I dunked under the water to rinse it all off.
"Paul I want you to go back to the room. Roger is going to fuck me right here in front of everyone except you" I wanted to cry but stood up. "And now that we know you are a little fag. Why don't you wear my bikini bottoms. She handed me the little pink bottoms and watched as I put them on. She didn't even let me take a towel as I snuck back to our room hoping no one would see. I sat in her bikini waiting for over an hour before she came back wearing my swim shorts. She smiled taking them off.
"Got you a treat" she told me. As she pushed me back and fed me Roger's load. We had only done this once with her old boyfriend from college. About a year ago. And now suddenly she was all moss kinky. I ate his cum without complaining. I did like it. I loved when she took charge. It often fantasized about that night with her ex.
"I bought a new toy I was hoping you use on me" Kathy moaned. Wi offended used toys on her. "But maybe you like it if I used it on you" Kathy said as I made her cum. She rolled over and laid next to me.
"Roger completely satisfied me" she told me. "You look so cute in my bikini" she said then got up and grabbed the top.
"Let's go try it on" shs told me, then rummaged thru her overnight bag pulling out a blue velvet bag. Inside was a big thick black dildo attached to a harness. "I know it's kinda big for your first time"
"Baby, I didn't think" I told her
"That's okay we can just go to sleep" she assured me. I was still throbbing inner bikini bottoms.
"What if we tried one of the smaller ones" I suggested she smiled and jumped out of bed, she came back with two and lube.
"Role over" Kathy said giggling. She pulled her bikini bottoms down exposing my ass only she applied lube and worked in her fingers.
"Like that?" She asked I just nodded. She worked the in and out.
"Roger laid me down and fucked me while he played with my tits. She said re,oving her fingers she worked the toy in. It was alot bigger then her fingers. I felt pressure then pain as my ass gave way and let the invader in.
"Shh relax wait. Roger had my feet on his shoulders and piunded me. Don't you wish you where big enough man enough to fuck me like that." Kathy was working the toy slowly in and out.
"After seeing you drown trying to swallow Roger's seed maybe this is how we should have sex from now on" Kathy was now using long strokes slowly fucking me. I didn't even realize I was moaning. She pushed the second toy in my mouth to quiet me. I sucked the toy as she fucked my ass. I don't know how long this went onnfor but my jaw hurt and my ass was sore. When she stopped.
" go change I am sure you will like a pair of my panties" Kathy laughed I pulled off her bikini and realized I had cum in it. I rinsed off and grabbed the sexiest pair Kathy had packed and slid them on. She spooned me as we fell asleep.
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temporary/maybe permanent title is winter interlude. written for the lovely @caressthosecheekbones ✨
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Henry is certain that he's only just fallen asleep when he’s nudged awake, Alex’s soft scratched voice at his ear and his hand giving Henry’s wrist a slight squeeze. Henry’s answer to his name is a long groan.
“Hen, baby. Can you wake up for me?”
“Absolutely not.”
“Please?”
Henry groans once more and burrows further into the pocket of warmth that’s been conjured from sleep, their thick cloud-like duvet, and Alex’s arms. He keeps his eyes shut and silently, drowsily wishes for Alex to concede. And of course, no such luck.
“I’ve got an amazing idea.”
“That for some ungodly reason can’t wait until morning?”
“It’s uh,” Henry feels Alex slightly shift away, imagines that he’s checking the nocturne glow of their bedside clock, “one thirty-six right now so technically...”
“Don’t even bother finishing that sentence.”
“Come on,” Alex draws out. He shakes Henry some more, as if he can transfuse enthusiasm through vibration or using Henry like a ketchup bottle that’s been sitting too long. “Come on, we’re losing starlight. Let’s get a move on.”
“Christ, Alex, what for?”
“It’s stopped snowing. We should go sledding.”
Henry snorts, incredulous in the quiet. “Fuck off.”
Clearly Alex has gone bonkers because there is no way on earth that Henry is dragging himself out of bed to charge down a hill of snow on a plastic death trap in freezing temperatures in the middle of the night.
*
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Henry says, trudging through snow that’s at least twenty five centimetres deep at the rear of the White House.
At Henry’s side and tugging him and his sledge the last bit to the crest of the hill, Alex says, “It'll be fun.”
“Ah, yes.” Henry nods. Editorialised with bone-dry sarcasm, he continues, “Whenever I think about fun, frostbite is the first thing that springs to mind.”
“It is nowhere near cold enough for that.” Alex brings up their joined hands. “Plus, you’ve got your little cute gloves on. You’re good.”
The Aztec patterned gloves are secondhand from Alex, dug out of a closet cubby as he had pointedly made sure to mention that they were a gift from his abuela when he was thirteen and no longer fit.
Alex had also emphasised that Henry didn’t need to give them back. That it was a transfer of ownership. And they are very nice, the fingerless sort that convert into mittens. The yarn stretches comfortably and the pouches slip over Henry’s fingers just right.
“Everything will be fine,” Alex promises. He reaches out and clicks on Henry’s headtorch. His already lit grin is brilliantly illuminated. “Trust me.”
“There’s no question of that,” Henry returns. “I only ask why this couldn’t wait for the daytime? You know, how it’s normally done.”
Alex simply shrugs, his grin gentling into something flagrantly affectionate. “Because right now it's like the world is just us.”
And fuck, what is Henry supposed to argue against that?
*
“How are you winning?!” Alex drags his sledge behind him with one hand and wildly gestures with the other. “You didn’t even want to do this. I did not plan on you winning.”
Above him and at the top of the hill already, Henry props an elbow on his now vertical vehicle that’s planted in the snow, watching Alex with amusement. His boyfriend is exceptionally precious when he pouts. “My being reluctant to sledging doesn’t mean I’m not skilled at it.”
“Best of seven,” Alex huffs upon arrival.
“You have a problem. The terms were already agreed upon.”
“You scared?”
Alex then proceeds to emit the noises of a fowl.
“Resorting to primary school tactics, are we?”
Alex only lifts his brow, his expression dancing with challenge.
“I'm going to need some proper motivation, darling,” Henry says, sliding on a smirk.
“I could be a victim of clichés and offer mind-melting sex if you win but you get that all the time anyway.”
Henry breaks into helpless laughter and agrees when he finds the cold air to do so.
“So, instead, how about the next time I’m at the palace I take you up on those horseback lessons finally,” Alex says.
“Truly? You’ve always seemed—uncomfortable around them.”
“Well they are huge, intelligent beasts that can buck me off and launch me god knows how many miles an hour into the air.”
“Dramatic." He pauses, shaking his head. "Really, Alex. You don’t have to.”
“You love it and it’s something we can do together. I’d like to try it out,” Alex says and he sounds sincere. “If I don’t enjoy the experience, I won't be shy about it.”
“And if you win? What do you want?”
“Here’s where I do get pervy."
"Of course."
"I win and you let me buy you a pair of cowboy boots and a Stetson and you wear them for me.”
“Nothing else, I’m assuming.”
“Anything else would get in the way, Henry.”
“You’re on.”
*
Minutes and minutes later, victory is Henry’s and he graciously accepts Alex’s request for a final run, plopping down on the front of Alex’s sledge when he makes a grabby motion for Henry, his legs open. Their combined weight rips them downslope, easily the record of the night. They’re a powdery pile at the bottom when they come to a stop short of the treeline with a sharp turn and tumble off the sledge.
“You alright?” Henry asks.
“I should be asking you. You’re the one who cushioned my fall. Am I smothering you?"
“It's all fine for now, love. You’ll be nursing my aching bruises later.”
“Obviously.” Alex animates the line of his brow. “Just call me the love doctor.”
“Won’t be doing that, thanks," Henry comments. Using his teeth—due to most of him being trapped under Alex—Henry yanks back the pouch of his right mitten. He assesses the snarled wreckage of Alex’s hair that’s been freed of the headtorch and clumsily combs through it with chilled fingers. There’s a small scratch by Alex’s temple. Henry thumbs away the paper-cut thin trace of red and finds Alex’s perfect eyes. “You didn’t let me win, did you?”
“Me? Never. I lost,” Alex insists, sweetly leaning his head into Henry’s touch. His adoration is spotless if not his honesty. “Life rolls on.”
Henry considers calling Alex out but a shiver distracts him, stalls his tongue.
Alex’s arms around him tighten and with their physical arrangement, it’s plenty awkward. It’s also loving. He ridiculously presses a kiss to Henry’s wintry-wet palm. “Cold?”
Spellbound, Henry murmurs, “A bit, yeah.”
“I’ve got a way to get you warm,” Alex shares quietly.
*
Henry moans and licks at his lips, chasing the flavor off his mouth. “This is sinful.”
“I know,” Alex says after a long sip from his UT mug. “Nothing beats Mexican hot chocolate.”
“And the amaretto? Ugh, chef’s kiss.”
“Discovered that little addition four Christmases ago.”
Henry smiles at him and eats another mini marshmallow. “The man’s a genius.”
“Yeah, my ideas aren’t all shit that will have us needing Icy Hot the next day,” Alex replies, his gaze dropping to where their sock feet share the spindle of a kitchen stool.
Henry lightly kicks him. Kicks him again to get his full attention. “Tonight wasn’t shit.”
“No?”
“No.”
Alex sighs, abandons his drink to rub at his stubbled jaw. “Snow felt like—like a fresh start. A renewal, I guess. Getting rid of yesterday. I know it’s not that easy, that it doesn’t work like that and it’s fucking stupid—”
His heart sore and swollen, Henry closes the distance that parts them, hushes Alex’s doubt with a slow and open kiss. He kisses past the cling of sugar and spice, until it’s clean.
“I love you,” Henry says. His words are only a fraction of what he means but he knows Alex can read the spaces between. Thank you. It helps. You help.
“Love you still. Love you always.” Alex curls into him, his hand over Henry’s knee.
He’s there. He’s there, Henry knows because he can read Alex’s spaces just as well.
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please forgive any mistakes. i read over it but it was written very quickly. also, i’m fairly sure there are no hills behind the white house. the grounds are pretty flat but for some reason this fic insisted on being there.
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HAPPY NEW YEAR.....
WELCOME 2025
Lalisa Manoban x 2 male readers
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( Ringing in the new year at ICONSIAM ✨ Wishing everyone a Happy New Year and cheers to greater things in 2025🙌 )
Lisa’s movement come to an abrupt halt as she stares at me in disbelief.
“Your friend Y/N2 wants to… what?”
Her brows furrows, a mixture of confusion and offense in her expression.
“Y/N, are you serious right now?”
I swallow hard, suddenly regretting bringing up such a sensitive topic in the midst of our sex session.
“I, well, he mentioned it to me, and I… I didn’t know how to respond. I wanted to ask you first, before making any decisions.”
Lisa’s eyes narrow, her fingers digging into my shoulders.
“Absolutely not. There is no way I am going to sleep with your friend, Y/N. I am with you, and you alone.”
Her voice drops to a low, warning tone.
“If Y/N2 even thinks about laying a hand on me, he’ll have to answer to me.”
I nod quickly, my hands raising in a placating gesture.
“Of course, of course. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have brought it up. It was stupid of me.”
I pull her close, pressing a contrite kiss to her forehead.
“You’re the only one for me, Lisa. I promise.”
A few moments later, Lisa’s eyes sparkle with a newfound excitement as she grinds her ass against my throbbing length.
“Is Y/N2’s cock really that huge, Y/N?”
She purrs, her voice dripping with curiosity.
“If you want me to find out, then I suppose I’ll have to agree to his request…”
With a deep, shuddering breath, Lisa leans in, capturing my lips in a searing kiss. When she pulls away, her expression is one of pure, unadulterated desire.
“Yes, Y/N… I want to be used by both of you. I want to feel your cocks stretching me, filling me to the brim. Please, make it happen.”
Her hips resume their sensual movements, her walls clenching around me in anticipation of the depraved acts to come. The though of being shared between us has her positively thrumming with excitement, and I can’t wait to see her fantasy become a reality.
I give Lisa’s bouncing ass a firm slap, eliciting a gasp of delight from her.
“Oh, my lily, you sure are an insatiable slut, aren’t you, baby?”
I growl, my grip on her hips tightening.
Lisa looks at me with a proud, sultry smile.
“Yes, Y/N, I am. But I’m only yours, my love.”
Her expressions turns coy as she adds,
“Though I suppose I could let your friend Y/N2 have a little fun with me as well. After all, I’d do anything for you.”
The thought of sharing Lisa’s luscious body with my friend has my blood boiling with a mix of possessiveness and excitement. I pull her down for a bruising kiss, my tongue plundering her mouth as I savor the taste of her.
“That’s my good girl,”
I murmur against her lips.
“I can’t wait to see you take us both. You’re going to be such a good little slut for us, aren’t you?”
Lisa’s eyes sparkle with excitement as she clenches my cock tighter.
“You were about to call Y/N2, right? Well, go ahead and do it! In fact face-time him, and I’ll tell him the good news myself.”
She giggles mischievously, positioning herself so the camera can clearly see her riding my shaft.
“I want him to see how I’m taking your cock, Y/N. I’m sure he’ll be thrilled to see how I ride cocks.”
With a wicked grin, Lisa reaches for my phone, her movements sensual and deliberate as she dials Y/N2’s number. The anticipation is palpable as we wait for him to answer, both of us eager to unveil our depraved plans.
As Y/N2’s face appears on the video call, the first thing he asks is whether Lisa has given permission. Lisa, who is currently riding my cock behind the camera, mouths the words
‘Y/N2 sure is eager.’
With a mischievous grin.
Reaching over, Lisa takes the phone from my hand and positions it towards her. With a sultry moan, she calls out Y/N2’s name.
“Ohh, Y/N2, yes darling, I accept your demand.”
Lisa’s hips continue their sensual movements, her walls clenching around my throbbing length as she speaks.
“I can’t wait to have you join us, Y/N2. The three of us are going to have so much fun together.”
She winks playfully, her free hand trailing down her body in a tantalizing display.
As Lisa ends the call, she tosses the phone aside and pulls me into a searing, passionate kiss. Breaking away, she shares her idea with a mischievous grin.
“What if we both fuck me tomorrow, before my big performance? Wouldn’t that be just so hot and awesome?”
I can’t help but slap her ass playfully, flipping her around so I can whisper into her ear.
“My, my, my sweet, loving girlfriend is giving such a deliciously slutty idea, hmm?”
I chuckle, nuzzling her neck.
“Well, who am I to deny such a tempting offer? Yes, baby, it’s going to be so much fun having you all to ourselves before you dazzle the crowd.”
My hands roam her body possessively, already eager for the depraved acts to come. The thought of sharing Lisa’s luscious form with my friend has my blood boiling with excitement. Tomorrow is going to be a night to remember, that’s for sure.
As I increase the speed of my thrusts, Lisa turns her head and smirks teasingly.
“Ooh, someone’s already excited. Come on, baby, give it to me as hard as you can.”
She clenches her walls around me, urging me on.
“Claim me, Y/N. I want you to fill me up with your cum.”
Her words only serve to stoke the fire burning within me. With a guttural groan, I grip her hips tighter and pound into her relentlessy, chasing my release. The sound of our bodies colliding fills the air, accompanied by Lisa’s breathy moans of pleasure.
Just as I feel the familiar coil of tension building, Lisa cries out, her walls fluttering around me. That’s all it takes to send me over the edge, and with a few more desperate thrusts, I spill myself deep inside her, claiming her as mine.
As I collapse onto Lisa's back, my spent cock still pulsing inside her, I quickly succumb to exhaustion, falling fast asleep. Lisa giggles softly, realizing her silly Y/N has worn himself out from our passionate lovemaking.
“Oh, my silly Y/N,”
she whispers, tenderly brushing the hair from my forehead.
“You fucked me so hard, you've only got tired and collapsed.”
She places a gentle kiss on my cheek.
“Sleep, my love. Tomorrow's a big day.”
With a contented sigh, Lisa settles in beside me, savoring the feeling of my softening length still nestled within her. She can't wait to see what delights the morning has in store.
Next morning as we enjoy a leisurely breakfast at the restaurant, I can’t resist whispering to Lisa,
“You remember, right? You’re getting used by me and Y/N2 today. Are you excited my love?”
Lisa’s eyes light up with anticipation, and she leans in close, her voice dropping to a sultry purr.
“Oh, Y/N, I’m positively thrilled!”
She paused, a mischievous glint in her gaze.
“Although, I do wonder… will Y/N2 be able to satisfy me the way you do??”
Her fingers trail teasingly along my arm.
“I suppose we’ll just have to find out, won’t we?”
The thought of sharing Lisa’s affections has my blood boiling though, but I can’t deny the excitement building within me. I pull her into a possessive embrace, my lips brushing against her ear.
“Don’t you worry, my darling. By the time we’re through with you, you won’t be able to walk straight.”
Lisa shivers with delight, already eagerly anticipating the depraved acts to come. The stage is set for an unforgettable 31st night filled with pleasure and passion.
Lisa leans in close, her breath tickling my ear as she whispers in a sultry tone.
“Oh, Y/N, you know I’m always unable to walk straight when someone other than you uses me. Like the managers, and now Y/N2, darling.”
She giggles, clearly delighting in my growing jealousy.
I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks as her words sink in. The thought of my girlfriend being shared with other, even if it’s at my own behest, stirs a possessive rage within me.
“Lisa, you’re mine,”
I growl, my grip on her tightening.
“No one else gets to have you like that.”
She merely laughs, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
“Oooh, someone’s getting all jealous here. Don’t worry, my love, you know you’re the only one who can truly satisfy me.”
She places a teasing kiss on my lips.
“But that doesn’t mean I can’t have a little fun with Y/N2, too.”
After the breakfast we left for the venue.
As we arrive at the venue for Lisa’s performance, Y/N2 is already waiting there. The moment Lisa spots him, her eyes light up and she runs towards him, jumping into his arms. Without hesitation, she pulls him into a hungry, passionate kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth eagerly.
When they finally break apart, Lisa greets him with a coy smile.
“Y/N2, I’m so glad you’re here. I’ve been waiting for this all day.”
She runs her fingers through his hair, her gaze smoldering with desire.
As I approach, Y/N2 shakes my hand, a mischievous grin on his face.
“Your girlfriend is truly an insatiable slut, isn’t she?”
He chuckles, glancing over at Lisa with a hungry look.
Lisa giggles, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She pulls Y/N2 into another searing kiss, her body pressing against his.
“I’m so excited to see your cock, Y/N2,”
She purrs, breaking the kiss.
“I hope it’s big and thick, just the way I like it.”
Y/N2 responds by giving her ass a firm smack, eliciting a gasp of delight from Lisa.
“Don’t worry, slut. You’re going to be thoroughly used, I can promise you that.”
His voice is laced with a dominant, possessive tone.
Lisa jumps out of Y/N2’s arms, pulling him into another passionate kiss. Then, she turns to me, capturing my lips in a searing embrace as well. With a coy smile, she takes both of our hands, guiding us towards her changing room.
As we walk, Lisa leans in close, whispering string of filthy comments that have our blood boiling with excitement.
“I can’t wait to have you both inside me… I want to feel your thick cocks stretching me, filling me up. I’m going to be such a good little slut for you.”
The anticipation is palpable as we reach the privacy of her changing room, eager to indulge in the depraved acts to come.
Lisa hears the sound of the door closing, but she remains in Y/N2’s arms, savoring the taste of his mouth. After a few minutes, she breaks the kiss and jumps out of his embrace. With a mischievous giggle, she comes running towards me and pulls me into a possessive hug, her lips crashing against mine in a passionate kiss.
When she finally breaks away, Lisa is positively beaming, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
“Y/N, my love,”
She purrs, her fingers tracing patterns on my chest.
“I just couldn’t resist Y/N2’s temptation. But you know you’re the only one for me.”
She chuckles, her gaze darting between the two of us.
“Now, how about we have some real fun?”
Lisa turns to face Y/N2 under my hug, with my arms wrapped around her from behind, resting on her belly. She giggles a little, feeling slightly ticklish.
“So, Y/N2, how are you feeling?”
I ask, my voice low and anticipatory.
Lisa glances back at me, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She reaches a hand up to caress my cheek, then turns her attention to Y/N2, a sultry smile playing on her lips.
“Mmm, I can just feel the excitement building, can’t you, Y/N2?”
Her fingers trail down his chest, toying with the hem of his shirt.
“I hope you’re ready to have some real fun with us.”
Y/N2 settles into a nearby chair, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. I scoop Lisa up into my arms and carry her over to the couch, settling her comfortably on my lap. She giggles, mischievously, turning to face Y/N2.
“So, Y/N2, tell me – what is it about me that’s got you so captivated, hmm??”
Lisa purrs, her fingers tracing idle patterns on my thigh.
“Is it my seductive dance moves? My provocative performances?”
She bites her lips coyly.
“Or maybe it’s the way I twerk that really gets you going?”
Y/N2 leans forward, his gaze locked on Lisa’s every movement.
“It’ all of it, Lisa”
He admits, his voice thick with desire.
“Watching you on stage, moving your body so sensually – it’s been driving me wild. I can’t wait to finally get my hands on you.”
Lisa giggles, her hips shifting subtly in my lap.
“Well then, Y/N2, I hope you’re ready. Because Y/N and I are going to make all your fantasies come true.”
Lisa giggles shyly, her cheeks flushing with excitement.
“Thanks, Y/N2. And yes, I always do it for my horny fans.”
She winks playfully.
“And look, you’re one of them – you get the opportunity to actually lay your hands on me. Yay, how cool and exciting for you… and for me!”
Her hips shift subtly in my lap, teasing Y/N2 with a tantalizing glimpse of her alluring form. The anticipation is palpable as the three of us bask in the promise of the depraved acts to come.
“Can we start now? To fuck her?”
Y/N2 asked in hesitation.
Lisa giggles at Y/N2’s hesitation, amused by his eagerness.
“Yes, yes, of course you can, darling,”
She purrs, her fingers trailing down her chest.
“But…”
Her expression turns coy as she looks up at him.
“Did you remember to bring condoms, Y/N2?”
Y/N2’s face falls as he realizes he’s forgotten that crucial detail. His brow furrows in concern.
“Oh… no, I didn’t. I didn’t think to bring any.”
“I – I thought… you’d let me do it raw, so I didn’t bring any condoms.”
Lisa pretends to be shocked, her eyes widening in feigned surprise.
“What?! Let you do it raw? You’re not even my boyfriend! How could I possibly let you do that?”
She giggles, clearly enjoying Y/N2’s discomfort.
Lisa stands up from my lap, moving with a seductive sway in her hips as she approaches Y/N2. She gracefully settles herself on his lap, gazing at him with smoldering eyes. Without hesitation, she pulls him into a hungry, passionate kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth.
“Maybe then you’ll just have to enjoy the kissing, Y/N2.”
She purrs teasingly, breaking the kiss.
“At least for now.”
Lisa giggles, her fingers tracing the outline of his lips before she leans in for another searing embrace.
As Lisa continues kissing Y/N2 passionately, he resigns himself to the fact that he may not be able to fully satisfy his carnal desires with her today. Realizing he might lose even the chance to kiss and caress her body, Y/N2 decides to make the most of the situation. His hands begin to roam over Lisa's curves, gently squeezing her ass as he savors the feeling of her soft skin and the taste of her lips.
Lisa hums in approval, grinding her hips teasingly against Y/N2's lap. She knows she holds all the power here, and she revels in the control she has over the two men. Breaking the kiss, she looks at Y/N2 with hooded eyes, her voice dripping with seduction.
“Mmm, that’s it, Y/N2. Enjoy the taste of me while you can.”
As Lisa continues pleasuring Y/N2 with her mouth, still maintaining her coy play, I approach them and playfully spank her ass.
“Stop teasing him, lily. He came here to enjoy, not to be teased by you.”
Lisa breaks the kiss, giving me a scolding glance.
“Silly, you ruined my plan!”
She then turns back to Y/N2, a bright smile on her face.
“Don’t worry, Y/N2. You can have me raw.”
Lisa’s words send a jolt of excitement through Y/N2, and he pulls her into another passionate kiss, his hands roaming her body with newfound fervor. Lisa melts into his embrace, eager to fulfil his every desire.
Lisa stands up from Y/N2's lap, pushing me playfully to sit on the chair as well. With a seductive sway of her hips, she begins a tantalizing strip tease for the both of us. Fully embracing her inner slut, Lisa performs a series of provocative dance moves - intentionally spreading her legs, twerking her pert ass, and slowly peeling off her clothes layer by layer.
Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she teases us, her movements fluid and sensual. The sound of fabric rustling and the occasional gasp or moan from Lisa only heightens the erotic atmosphere. Y/N2 and I watch, transfixed, as more and more of her flawless skin is revealed, our desire building with each passing second.
Finally, Lisa stands before us in nothing but her lacy black lingerie, her chest heaving with excitement. With a coy smile, she hooks her fingers under the delicate fabric, pausing for a moment to savor the anticipation. Then, in one swift motion, she removes the last barrier, leaving her gloriously nude before our hungry gazes.
As Y/N2 sees Lisa completely naked for the first time, his eyes widen in awe.
“Oh my god, she’s so beautiful!”
I agree, nodding enthusiastically.
“Yeah, she is, right?”
Y/N2’s gaze roams hungrily over Lisa’s form.
“God damn right, Y/N. She’s so beautiful, hot, and sexy. Look at those curves, that shaved pussy, and those perfectly round boobs. She’s a total piece of meat, a rape fantasy come true.”
Lisa giggles playfully at Y/N2’s crass objectification of her. She saunters over to him, a scolding yet coy look on her face.
“Y/N2, you naughty boy. How dare you call me a ‘rape meat’?”
Her voice drops to a sultry purr.
“Although… I can’t stay I entirely disagree with you.”
Y/N2 grins unapologetically.
“I can’t help it, Lisa. You’re just too perfect, too tempting. You’re the ultimate rape fantasy, and I want nothing more than to make it a reality.”
Lisa comes close to us, taking both of our hands and standing us up. She pulls Y/N2 into a deep, passionate kiss, her body pressed against his. As they kiss, I move behind Lisa, my body brushing against her bare back and ass. Y/N2 breaks the kiss, his hands roaming Lisa's curves, worshiping her ample breasts. Meanwhile, I reach around from behind, my fingers gently teasing and caressing her already wet, sensitive clit.
Lisa moans softly into Y/N2's mouth, her hips rocking back against my touch. The air is thick with desire as we all indulge in the sensual exploration of her body.
I nibble playfully on Lisa’s earlobes, gently blowing air into her ear as Y/N2 continues worshiping her body. Lisa hums in pleasure, her hands gently caressing Y/N2’s hairs.
“Mmm, Y/N2, tell me – how long have you craved me like this?”
She asks, her voice dripping with seduction as she leans into his touch.
Y/N2 pauses, his gaze locked on Lisa’s face.
“Ever since I first saw you perform, Lisa. Your captivating stage presence, your sensual movements – they’ve been driving me wild. I’ve wanted nothing more than to have you, to worship every inch of your perfect body.”
His hands squeeze her breasts reverently.
Lisa shivers with delight, pressing herself closer to Y/N2.
“Then what are you waiting for, hmm?”
She purrs, her eyes gleaming with wanton desire.
“Take me, Y/N2. Show me how much you want me.”
Y/N2 and I continue our tender ministrations, worshipping every inch of Lisa’s captivating body. We take turns kissing her, setting a 10 minutes timer to ensure equal time with our beloved. I take her left nipple int my mouth, gently suckling, while Y/N2 attends to the right. However, Y/N2’s eagerness gets the better of him, and he nips Lisa’s perky bud a little too firmly.
Lisa lets out a playful gasp, slapping Y/N2’s head lightly.
“Naughty boy!”
She scolds, pouting adorably.
“You need to be more gentle with these sensitive little things.”
She giggles, guiding his mouth back to her breast, silently urging him to make it up to her.
Lisa giggles shyly at Y/N2’s request, her cheeks flushing with excitement.
“You want to see me perform ‘Money’ completely naked, hmm?”
She bites her lip coyly.
“Well, who am I to deny such a devoted fan?”
Pushing us both back onto the couch, Lisa cues up the music and begins swaying her hips to the beat. As the song progresses, she incorporates extra provocative, sensual steps, accentuating the movements of her naked body. Her pert breasts jiggle deliciously with each roll of her hips, and her toned ass cheeks ripple as she twerks shamelessly.
Her movements were impeccable. Controlled and precise, showing that she was a true professional. Lisa danced, she was currently spinning on the floor with her legs completely open. After a few minutes of hypnotic dancing, she took a couple of steps to cover the distance between her and Y/N2, standing directly in front of him. Without saying a word, she put her hand on his shoulder and began to sway to the rhythm of the song. Soon she began to spin around you, getting closer and closer to his body. Now Y/N2 could better appreciate her beauty, which was truly stunning, but he could also see from a closer distance how delicious her curves were.
Y/N2’s eyes are glued to Lisa’s mesmerizing performance, and he quickly sheds his own clothes, stroking his already hard cock at the sight before him. It was when she passed in front of us that Y/N2 was able to see just how bubbly and juicy her ass is, and her buttocks are, and how they bounced lustfully with each step. Each sound of her legs touching the ground was accompanied by a tremor in her ass and thighs. That not just drove Y/N2 but me crazy as well. Lisa’s gaze flickers to Y/N2, a mischievous smile playing on her lips as she continues her seductive dance.
As the part of the choreography where Lisa spreads her legs arrives, Y/N2 cheers enthusiastically, stroking his cock faster at the sight. Lisa holds nothing back, shamelessly displaying her bare, glistening pink pussy as she continues her seductive dance. She improvises the choreography, incorporating even more provocative, slutty movements that have Y/N2 transfixed.
Lisa’s hips sway and gyrate with unbridled sensuality, her pert breasts bouncing with each roll. She locks eyes with Y/N2, a coy smile playing on her lips as she twerks shamelessly, putting on a show just for us. The air is thick with desire as we drink in every inch of her flawless, nude form.
Just as Lisa is about to finish her seductive dance, Y/N2 can no longer her desire. He stands up and rushes towards her, turning her around hungrily. Lisa giggles and purrs,
“oh my, my, look at you – so really hungry for me.”
Y/N2 gently whispers into her ear,
“Lisa, may I… may I fuck your thighs?”
His voice is thick with need.
Lisa immediately gives him permission, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Y/N2 gently pushes Lisa’s upper body down, guiding her into a standing doggy position. With a soft moan, he slides his magnificent cock between her slick thighs, the tip brushing against her glistening folds. Y/N2 begins to thrust, his hips rocking as he fucks Lisa’s thighs, her arousal coating his shaft.
Y/N2 moans as he continues thrusting between Lisa’s slick thighs, his cock glistening with her arousal.
“Fuck, your girlfriend is coating my cock with her juices. She’s such a little slut, isn’t she?”
He says, glancing over at me.
I chuckle, nodding in agreement.
“Yeah, she loves taking cocks.”
“I always knew she was a total slut after seeing her performances.”
Y/N2 chuckled.
Lisa fake coughs, feigning annoyance.
“I can hear you two, you know,”
She huffs, through her tone is playful.
“But I suppose you’re right – I do love being a slut for my adoring fans.”
She glances back at Y/N2, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
“Now, are you going to keep talking, or are you going to fuck me properly??”
Y/N2 tugs firmly on Lisa’s hair, his voice low and commanding.
“Not before you beg us to fuck you, slut.”
Lisa smiles, relishing Y/N2’s dominant tone.
“Ooh, dominance, huh Y/N2? Well then…”
She looks at us with pleading eyes.
“Please, boys, please fuck me properly. I need your cocks inside me, right now!”
Y/N2 and I exchanged a glance, a silent agreement passing between us. Just then, a knock comes at the door.
“Lisa? It’s one of your backup dancers. There’s only an hour left before the performance!”
A voice calls out from the other side.
Lisa’s eyes widen with urgency.
“Oh god, now boys, please! I only have an hour. Can you please fuck me already??”
We agree to Lisa’s desperate plea, and gently guide her to the couch. She sits down, her eyes rolled back, tongue darting out, legs spread wide to give us a full view of her glistening pussy and puckered asshole.
Before we can begin, I stop Y/N2.
“Hey, let’s play a quick game of rock-paper-scissors. Whoever wins gets to take Lisa’s ass.”
Y/N2 grins eagerly.
“Deal. I’m fine with losing, as long as I get to enjoy that sweet pussy of Lisa Manoban. That’s a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!”
We play three intense rounds, and I emerge victorious. Y/N2 lets out a dramatic sigh, but the excitement in his eyes is palpable.
“Alright, you win. But don’t think I’m going to go easy on that pussy of hers!”
As we both approach Lisa, she eagerly wraps her legs around Y/N2’s waist, her hands gripping his shoulder for support. Y/N2 aligns his throbbing cock with her glistening, welcoming pussy lips, pausing for a moment.
“Are you sure she can handle this, Y/N?”
He asks in concern.
I chuckle, positioning myself behind Lisa.
“Bro, you said it yourself – she’s a total slut. I bet she can take five cocks at once, one in each hole and two in her hands.”
Lisa glanced back at me over her shoulder, a playful pout on her lips.
“You’re going to pay for all this slut-shaming when Y/N2’s not around, mister Y/N!”
She scolds, before turning her attention back to Y/N2.
“Now, what are you waiting for? Fuck me already!”
Lisa gently presses and pushes Y/N2’s cock into her welcoming pussy. She giggles a little at his little cautiousness, she then pulls him into a deep, passionate kiss. As they break apart, Lisa looks at him with hooded eyes.
“Don’t worry about hurting me, Y/N2. I want you to treat me like the ‘rape meat’ you called me earlier.”
Her voice drops to a sultry purr.
“I want you to ram your cock down my pussy, all the way to my womb. Rape the shit out of me, Y/N2. Fill me with your unbreakable lust.”
Lisa’s words ignite a primal desire within Y/N2. With a guttural groan, he grips her hips and begins to thrust into her roughly, his cock pounding her cervix. Lisa cries out in ecstasy, her nails racking down his back as she meets his every savage stroke.
As Y/N2 pounds into Lisa’s pussy with wild abandon, she turns her head over her shoulder and playfully scolds me.
“What are you waiting for, Y/N? We only have 45 minutes left!”
Her voice is laced with urgency and a hint of mischief. I quickly move in behind her, aligning my throbbing cock with her tight, puckered asshole. With a firm grip on her hips, I begin to push inside, stretching her deliciously as I fill her up.
Lisa cries out, her body trembling with the sensation of being so thoroughly stuffed. She rocks her hips, impaling herself on both our cocks, her inner walls clenching around us in ecstasy. The air is thick with the sounds of our frenzied lovemaking, the impending deadline only adding to the intensity.
Y/N2 grips Lisa’s hips, guiding her to bounce on both our throbbing cocks. As he eases the work for me, I take the opportunity to reach around and squeeze her ample breasts, pinching and teasing her sensitive nipples. Lisa cries out in pleasure, her body trembling with the sensation.
“Ohhh, yes, don’t stop! Fuck me harder, use me like the dirty slut I am!”
She moans, her eyes wild with lust. She arches her back, pressing her chest into my hands ass she rides us with wanton abandon.
The air is thick with the sounds of our frenzied coupling – the slick slide of our cocks, the wet smack of flesh on flesh, and Lisa’s desperate cries of ecstasy. Time seems to stand still as we lose ourselves in the throes of passion, determined to wiring every last drop of pleasure from our shared encounter.
Y/N2 slows down the pace, guiding Lisa’s movements up and down our throbbing cock at an agonizingly slow tempo. With each downward thrust, he presses her body firmly against us, burying our shafts to the hilt within her quivering, slick heat.
Lisa moans throatily, her head thrown back in ecstasy. She clenches her inner muscles, milking our cocks as we fill her completely. The delicious friction and the feeling of being so utterly stuffed has her teetering on the edge of orgasm.
“Yes, that’s it! Fuck me, use me, make me your dirty little slut!”
She cries, her nails digging into Y/N2’s shoulders as she rides us with wanton abandon.
As Y/N2 maintains the slow, deliberate pace, I challenge him with a playful grin.
“If this tempo goes on for another 15 seconds, I bet Lisa’s going to cum like a bitch in heat.”
Y/N2’s eyes widen in disbelief.
“No way, that’s impossible!”
I chuckle, pulling out my phone and setting a timer for 15 seconds.
“Let’s put it to the test then.”
Y/N2 resumes the agonizingly slow thrusts, determined to prove me wrong. But as the timer ticks down, Lisa’s body begins to tremble, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around our throbbing cocks.
“Ohh fuck, I’m gonna cum!”
She cries out, her voice rising in pitch as the orgasm overtakes her. Her back arches, and she gushes around us, drenching our groins in her hot, sticky release. Her eyes rolled back, tongue darting out making a cute expression.
The timer hit zero, and I grin triumphantly at Y/N2.
“Told you so.”
Lisa’s body trembles with the intensity of her climax, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around our throbbing cocks. As the waves of ecstasy subside, Y/N2 playfully spank her ass cheeks, one after the other, before pulling her into a hungry, passionate kiss.
“Wow, Lisa, you really are a bitch in heat, aren’t you?”
Y/N2 growls, gazing down at the wet floor, drenched in her copious squirt.
“Just look at you – you’ve made such a mess.”
Lisa giggles at Y/N2 appreciation, then turns her head to me, pulling me into a deep, sensual kiss. Her tongue dances with mine as she shares the lingering taste of our combined fluids.
I glance over at Y/N2 with a mischievous grin.
“Would you like to see her cum again?”
Y/N2 furrows his brow in confusion.
“But she just came, Y/N. How can she –”
His words are cut off as I gently touch Lisa’s sensitive pussy, sending her into a mind-shattering orgasm around Y/N2’s cock.
“Ohhh my goddd!”
Y/N2 exclaims loudly, his eyes wide with amazement as Lisa’s inner walls clench and flutter around him.
Lisa’s back arches, her entire body trembling with the intensity of her release. Waves of ecstasy wash over her as she cries out in blissful abandon, her juices gushing forth to coat our throbbing shafts.
As Lisa’s mind-shattering orgasm continues to wash over her, Y/N2 cannot hold back any longer. He starts thrusting into her relentlessly, chasing his own pleasure without regard for the sensitivity of her climaxing body. Lisa cries out, her nails digging into Y/N2’s back as he fucks her through the aftershocks.
When the final waves of her orgasm finally subside, Lisa playfully scolds Y/N2.
“Hey, you big brute! Couldn’t you have waited until I was done?”
She pouts, but her eyes sparkle with mischief.
“I swear, you boys have no patience.”
Y/N2 kisses Lisa brutally and hungrily, growling against her lips.
“Yes, I have no patience,”
He snarls, before ramming into her pussy with brute force and a relentless pace.
Seeing Y/N2’s primal hunger, I also start going bonkers, pounding Lisa’s tight asshole with wild abandon. Her cries of ecstasy fill the air as we use her body without mercy, determined to wring every last drop of pleasure from our shared encounter.
Lisa’s eyes roll back, her mind hazy with the overwhelming sensations. She revels in the feeling of being so thoroughly dominated and stuffed, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around our thrusting cocks.
“Yes, that’s it! Fuck me harder, make me your dirty little slut!”
She moans, her voice dripping with wanton lust.
Y/N2 growls between his relentless thrusts, his voice dripping with dominance.
“That’s right, Lisa, degrade yourself. Tell us how much of a dirty slut you are – how you’re nothing but an object for our desires.”
Lisa’s eyes shine with a mix of lust and submission. she meets Y/N2’s gaze, her voice trembling with wanton need.
“I’m just a filthy whore, a worthless fuck toy for you to use however you please. Please, keep degrading me, make me feel like the pathetic slut I am!”
I groan in approval, pounding her ass even harder in response to her shameless words. The room is filled with obscene sounds of our brutal coupling, punctuated by Lisa’s desperate cries of pleasure.
As the intensity of our intimate encounter reaches a fever pitch, Y/N2 and I reluctantly pull ourselves away from Lisa’s enticing body. We know she has a performance to attend to, and we wouldn’t want to jeopardize her career.
Carefully, we help Lisa to her feet and begin dressing her in the stage outfit, ensuring her upper body is covered and presentable. But we can’t resist the temptation to leave our throbbing cocks exposed, still buried deep within her welcoming holes.
Once we reach the backstage area, we position Lisa on a metal rod, with her ass hanging behind and her glistening pussy on full display. This way, we can continue to use her body as we please, satisfying our carnal desires while she prepares to wow her adoring fans.
Lisa looks up at us with a mix of apprehension and excitement, knowing that she’s at our mercy. But deep down, she relishes the thrill of being so brazenly and publicly used. Her body trembles with anticipation as we retake our positions, ready to claim her once more.
As we continue our relentless assault Lisa’s body, the intensity of our thrusts becomes almost overwhelming. Lisa turns her head back, her voice barely above a whisper.
“I… I can’t handle this much pleasure. Please, slow down, Y/N.”
She pleads, her eyes filled with a mix of ecstasy and discomfort.
Hearing the genuine distress in her voice, I immediately call out to Y/N2.
“I think we should slow down, now! We don’t want to hurt her.”
Y/N2, sensing the shift in the mood, eases up on his pace, allowing Lisa to catch her breath. Though the lust coursing through us is strong, we both know that Lisa’s wellbeing is also necessary. We can’t risk pushing her beyond her limits, no matter how tempting it may be.
Lisa visibly relaxes, her body no longer trembling with the sheer force of our movements. She looks back at me with a grateful smile, silently acknowledging that I’ve put her needs first. In this moment, it’s clear that she’s not just a plaything, but my beloved girlfriend – the centre of my world.
As we slow our pace to accommodate Lisa’s comfort, she suddenly slaps us both playfully.
“Hey, come on now! I’m The Lisa Manoban, you know? You can fuck me harder and faster than this.”
She giggles seductively, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
“Come on, boys, please be a little harder and faster. Your little slut Lisa needs some good, hard pounding.”
She bites her lip, her voice dropping to a sultry purr.
“But don’t be too fast and hard, okay? I don’t want to break just yet.”
Her words ignite our primal desires once more. With renewed vigor, we begin to thrust into her more force and speed, drawing desperate cries of pleasure from Lisa’s lips. She meets our every stroke, her body undulating in ecstasy as we claim her again and again.
As Y/N2 expresses his desire to climax, I quickly intervene.
“Wait, wait, Y/N2. Let’s do this properly.”
Y/N2 pauses his thrusting, and together we carefully lift Lisa up from the metal rod she was perched on. Positioning ourselves at the entrance of her glistening pussy, I warn her playfully.
“Alright, lily, get ready. Y/N2 and I are going to double-penetrate your pussy, we’re going in at the same time.”
Lisa looks at us with a confident, seductive gaze.
“Bring it on, boys. I can handle it.”
She bites her lip, eagerly anticipating our simultaneous intrusion. With a nod, Y/N2 and I align our throbbing cock at her welcoming entrance. On the count of three, we thrust forward in unison, stretching Lisa’s pussy to its limits as we bury ourselves deep inside her slick, pulsing pussy.
Lisa’s scream of surprise quickly morphs into a desperate moan as Y/N2 and I simultaneously thrust our throbbing cocks into her dripping pussy. Her inner walls clench madly around our invading shafts, desperately trying to accommodate the double penetration.
“Haha, you’re clenching us so hard, lily,”
I tease, earning a playful pout from her.
“Shut up and cum already!”
She huffs, her voice laced with urgency.
“I’m getting late for my performance!”
Despite her feigned annoyance, the wild look in her eyes betrays her true excitement. She rocks her hips, impaling herself deeper on our rigid lengths, chasing the pleasure that threatens to overwhelm her.
The air is this thick with the obscene sounds of our frenzied coupling, but Lisa refuses to let the sensations distract her from her professional obligation. With a determined glint, she urges us on, her body trembling with the effort to hold back her own climax.
“Come on, boys, give me what I need! I don’t have all night,”
She pants, her nails digging into Y/N2’s shoulders as she rides us with wanton abandon.
Y/N2 and I synchronize our movements, creating a steady rhythm where our cocks alternate thrusting into Lisa’s dripping pussy. As my shaft withdraws, Y/N2’s plunges in, filling her to the brim before retreating. We maintain this relentless pace, fucking Lisa with wild hunger, yet holding back our own climaxes for the moment.
Lisa’s eyes are wild with ecstasy, her body trembling with each powerful thrust. She cries out in blissful abandon, her nails digging into Y/N2’s shoulders as she rides us with wanton desperation. The sounds of our coupling echo through the backstage area, but Lisa seems oblivious to anything but the pleasure coursing through her.
“Yes, that’s it! Don’t stop, keep fucking me!”
She moans, her voice dripping with lust. We can tell she’s dangerously close to the edge, but we refuse to her let her fall over just yet. We want to prolong this delicious torment, pushing her to the brink of ecstasy before finally granting her the release she craves.
As Y/N2 abruptly pulls out of her dripping pussy, Lisa looks up at him with a desperate, tense expression.
“What happened? What’s going on?”
Y/N2 smacks her ass cheeks firmly.
“I wouldn’t miss the chance of getting my cock a taste of your famous divine tight ass, even if the world was ending.”
He growls.
Lisa giggles at Y/N2’s eagerness, then turns her attention to me.
Twerking on my cock, she bounces her ass up and down, silently inviting Y/N2 to claim her waiting her asshole. Y/N2 wastes no time, positioning himself at Lisa’s puckered entrance.
With a firm thrust, he buries his throbbing shaft deep inside her tight rear, drawing a sharp gasp from Lisa’s lips. She clenches around him, her body trembling with the sensation of being so thoroughly filled.
“Yes, that’s it! Fuck my ass, you dirty boy,”
Lisa moans, her voice dripping with wanton lust. She grinds her hips, savouring the delicious friction as Y/N2 begins to her relentlessly.
As Y/N2 pounds into Lisa’s tight, clenching ass, he exclaims in amazement.
“Now I understand why you always used to call her the ‘ANAL QUEEN’ whenever we talked, Y/N! Sheesh, Lisa, you have such a tight ass no wonder he gives you that nickname!”
Lisa’s eyebrows furrow, and she turns her head towards me, a playful scolding in her voice.
“You addressed me as the ‘ANAL QUEEN’ to another man? You silly, naughty boy! I’m going to punish you for this, 100%.”
She reaches back and gives my thigh a firm slap, her eyes gleaming with mischief. Tightening her grip on my cock, she begins to ride me and Y/N2 with renewed vigor, determined to make me pay for my indiscretion – though we both know she’s secretly delighted by the moniker.
Y/N2 leans in close to Lisa’s ear, his voice low and ragged as he maintains his punishing thrusts into her tight ass.
“Tell me, Lisa… Do you like getting fucked like this? By your boyfriend and a stranger, you just met?”
Lisa’s eyes flutter closed, a shudder of pure pleasure rippling through her body. She turns her head slightly, locking eyes with Y/N2 as she answers in a sultry whisper.
“Yes, I love it… being used and shared like a common whore. It makes me feel so dirty and alive.”
She clenches her inner muscles, drawing delicious friction from our invading cocks. Throwing her head back, she moans wantonly, uncaring of who might overhear her moans.
“Don’t stop, please… I need you both to use me, to fill me up until I can’t take anymore!”
“Who do you prefer more Lisa? Me or your boyfriend?”
Y/N2’s question hangs in the air, his gaze burning with a mix of curiosity and lust. Lisa pauses, her eyes flitting between the two of us as she considers her answers. After a moment, a coy smile spreads across her lips.
“Hmm, that’s a tough one. You both feel so good inside me, it’s hard to choose.”
She tightens her inner muscles, drawing a groan from each of us.
“But if I had to pick…”
Her voice drops to a sultry whisper.
“I think I prefer my boyfriend’s cock. There’s just something special about the way you fill me up, Y/N.”
With that, she leans in and captured my lips in a searing kiss, her hips rolling in a steady rhythm as she rides us both.
Y/N2 growls, his eyes gleaming with a predatory hunger.
“Good, because I’m just getting started. I’m going to destroy your ass and make you unable to walk by the time I’m done with you.”
Hearing the intensity in Y/N2’s voice, I lean in and whisper a gentle caution.
“Easy there, boi. Don’t be too harsh – I don’t my lily hurt.”
Lisa looks back at us, her gaze filled with a mix of excitement and trepidation. She knows Y/N2 is capable of being rough, but she also trusts that we’ll take care of her. With a coy smile, she clenches her inner muscles, drawing a groan from both us.
“Don’t worry, boys. I can handle whatever you dish out,”
She purrs, her voice dripping with wanton need.
“In fact, I’m counting on you to push me to my limits.”
Y/N2’s grip on her hips tightens, and he resumes his punishing thrusts, determined to fulfil Lisa’s desires. I maintain a steadier pace, mindful of her comfort, but equally eager to see how far we can take her before the night is through.
As Y/N2 abruptly removes his cock from Lisa’s tight ass and thrusts it into her pussy alongside mine, he apologizes.
“Sorry about that, I’m just getting really close and I need to dump my load inside you.”
Lisa giggles, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
“Dump your load, huh? Am I your little cum dumpster now? Hmm, I like the sound of that.”
She flashes us a coy smile, then contorts her face into an exaggerated ahegao expression.
“Come on now, boys. Dump your cum in this, your little cum dumpster Lisa.”
The sensation of our cocks stretching and filling her pussy to the brim send Lisa into a frenzy of pleasure. She clenches down on us, her body trembling as she rides us with wanton abandon. The sound of our flesh slapping together echoes through the backstage area, mingling with Lisa’s desperate moans.
Y/N2 and I feel our climaxes rapidly approaching. With a few more brutal thrusts, we both let out guttural groans as we unleash our pent-up seed deep inside Lisa’s welcoming womb. She cries out in ecstasy, her inner walls milking every last drop from our twitching shafts.
As we begin to withdraw our softening cocks from Lisa’s well-used pussy, she suddenly realizes that we’re still releasing the last spurts of our orgasm. With a look of surprise, she hurriedly and clumsily pushes our shafts back inside her, determined not to waste a single drop.
Y/N2 and I can’t help but chuckle at her adorable desperation. Lisa pouts playfully and scolds us.
“Hey, you two! Why didn’t you stop cumming already? I’m trying to keep it all inside here, you know.”
She grinds her hips, milking the last remnants of our release from our sensitive members. Her inner walls flutter and clench, determined to wring every last bit of our seed from our spent cocks.
“Silly girl,”
I tease, reaching up to caress her flushed cheek.
“You just can’t get enough, can you?”
Lisa giggles, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
“What can I say? You boys know how to satisfy your little cum dumpster.”
After a marathon 15-minute orgasm, our spent cocks finally stop pulsing inside Lisa’s well-used pussy. She lets out a satisfied sigh as we withdraw, then turns to playfully scold us.
“Who cums for 15 minutes, huh? Hungry, insatiable, dirty boys?”
She shakes her head in mock exasperation, but the mischievous glint in her eyes betrays her true delight.
As Lisa turns to put on the rest of her outfit, she realized that her pussy is leaking our combined fluids. She sighs, shooting us another playful glare.
“Really, you two? I’m going to be dripping with your cum all through my performance, aren’t i?”
Y/N2 chuckles, admitting that he forgot to bring her panties when we left the dressing room. Lisa rolls her eyes, understanding that we intentionally left them behind, eager to keep her in a state of delicious, messy arousal.
With a resigned yet amused expression, Lisa sets about tidying herself up ass best she can, knowing full well that our potent seed will be seeping from her well-fucked pussy for the duration of her show. The thought of performing in such a debauched state only serves to heighten her excitement, and she can’t wait to take the stage and drive her adoring fans wild.
As Lisa takes the stage, her energy and enthusiasm are palpable. Despite the copious amounts of our combined seed sloshing within her, she performs with her trademark vigor, captivating the audience with her mesmerizing dance moves and powerful vocals.
Throughout her set, Lisa is constantly seen touching her belly, almost as if she’s trying to hold our virile cum inside her.
Whenever the choreography calls for her to squat down, she visibly avoids the motion, no doubt in an effort to prevent out cum from spilling out and betraying her debauched state.
The audience is none the wiser, enthralled by Lisa’s flawless stage presence. But beneath the Venner of professionalism, she’s acutely aware of the simmering arousal and the telltale wetness between her thighs – a delicious reminder of the depraved tryst that preceded her performance.
( A/N - will post the part 5th of the debt series when i reach 400 followers and the last part on 500 followers.😊😊, hope you like this story 😊😊.)
#lisa manoban#lisa smut#blackpink#lisa blackpink#blackpink lisa#lisa#blackpink smut#lisa x male reader#lisa manoban smut#lisa manoban blackpink#Lalisa Manoban smut#Blackpink smut#idol smut#kpop lisa#kpop smut
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Wip Wednesday (featuring post-canon Rookanis divorcees)
Recently got into thinking about all the ways Rook and Lucanis could burn and crash post-canon. And also of Lucanis's banter about putting Wardens out of their misery at the end of their Calling at their requests. And so the idea of him agreeing to do the same for Rook despite them not seeing each other for a while was born.
(Bellara is there because I have a headcanon of blighted!Bellara joining the Wardens after the events of the game. if you get it you get it)
“How did you know I was there?” he asked. “In the Eluvian room.” “Oh, I didn't know it was you, precisely," Bellara replied. "But I felt the Eluvian’s magic so I knew there'd have to be someone. Like a guest.” “Or an assassin.” “We haven't had those in a few years,” she laughed. “Which is good. I don't miss almost getting stabbed. Or poisoned.” Lucanis, if I can have one last request: please make our break-up at least somewhat public among the Crows. I've had too many dealings with assassins who want to get at the First Talon through me. “And they kept spooking the griffons.” Bellara scoffed. “How are the griffons these days, by the way?” he asked. Why. Won't you. Ask about. Rook? “Good. Better. Bigger. You can't believe how big they can grow until you see it. I'm not sure if even I believe that, and I've been here the entire time.” He couldn't pay any mind to the halls they walked through — his concentration worked only to keep himself together. All he could do was walk forward. It felt like the tiniest slip could be his undoing. “And how are the Crows?” Bellara asked in a way that begged to fill the silence. “Betrayal, succession feuds, assassination. You know, the usual.” “I don't think it's usual,” she mused. “Not for most of the world anyway.” Ask. Her. About— “How’s Rook?” The words burst out of him like a dog breaking off a leash. Bellara stopped. “Bad.” Back turned towards him, she continued, “I almost said that you can imagine, but you can't, I guess. Not like I can. The Blight, it's… It's a lot. Too much by now. When it's over, it's… It will be a relief. For her.” She let out a shaky breath and turned around. “So thank you. For coming.” We. Will. Help. “Death is my calling, after all,” he said. “It’s what I do best.”
#“lucanis and rook should retire to a cottage together” WRONG. thirty-five divorces#never have I ever been so excited thinking about what it'd be like for two people to break up#must be something in the water#oc: ghilasara thorne#rookanis#rook x lucanis#lucanis x rook#lucanis dellamorte#rook thorne#warden rook#bellara lutare#veilguard spoilers#dragon age#dragon age the veilguard#flowers writes#flowers.txt
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Harmless joke
Summary: Rook is teaching Manfred how to show middle finger. And then she is facing consequences.
"Okay, Manfred... Now, raise this finger... Yes, good!"
Rook smiled softly and patted skeleton on the sculp, when he repeated movement of the hand after her. She tried not to laugh out loud, but mischievous sparkles was playing in her eyes, when quinari thought how many chaos her little joke will creat in the Lighthouse. Oh, maybe even in Grand Necropolis?
Esha looked at Manfred, who was observing his raised middle finger, with a smirk.
"Alright, Manfred, and remember - we show this finger only to people we love or like, okay?"
Skeleton stood there for a few moments before looked at her and hissed in approval. Esha's smirk grew.
"Great! Go now, say hi to someone."
He hissed enthusiastically and hurried out of the dining hall, showing middle finger to Davrin and Lucanis on his way out. Rook watched him with a smirk, pretty pleased with herself, until she heard a sigh from the couch.
"So, what flowers do you want on your grave?" Lucanis asked, raising his eyebrow.
"You think there'll be something to bury?" Davrin, sitting near him, chuckled and shook his head. "Nah, Emmrich won't leave even a pinch of dust from Rook after he'll find out"
"You're both too pessimistic," Rook rolled her eyes and folded her arms, "It's a silly joke, Emmrich maybe will be shocked but won't kill me..."
"Is that was jokes from the Fade or Fred just showed me a middle finger while running past me?" Neve asked with puzzled look, walking into dining hall. Davrin laughed loudly and even Lucanis couldn't help but chuckled quietly, hiding it behind the cup.
"Yeah, I taught him that," Rook said with a smirk, and got a surprised look from Neve.
"Taught him? Oh, Maker, you're dead"
"We told her"
"Why is everyone thinking I'll die?" Esha huffed. "It's Emmrich we're talking about. Not some monster-"
"ESHA ORANA MERCAR!" a loud shouting outside could be heard clearly in the dining hall. Quinari twitched from surprise and from anger she heard in Emmrich's voice. She went pale, feeling how sudden panic started to raise in her.
"Orana?" Neve asked with raised eyebrow and growing smirk. "How does he knows your full name?"
"No time to answer!" Rook shouted, running up on the stairs to the small balcony and getting out from there. As soon as she run out, dining hall's doors opened and Emmrich walked in, looking angry and like he was one step from throwing someone into the Fade. He looked at other companions.
"Where?" he only asked with a tense voice. All three pointed at the open door to the balcony. They loved Rook, but not enough to stood between her and angry parent. Emmrich nodded in appreciation and walked out from the doors, what he entered, to catch quinari on her way. Trio listened in silence to the sounds outside the dining hall. There were fast steps, then sound of a spell, sounds of someone falling and cursing in qunlat. Then there was short "Emmrich, I can explain-", sounds of spell and scream "NO, NO, PUT ME DOWN!"
Trio exchanged looks with each other.
"Well... I liked spending time with Rook", Davrin sighed, leaning back on the couch.
"She was so young..." Neve sighed dramatically, sitting down.
"I think I'll buy some forget-me-not on their grave", Lucanis hummed, sipping his coffee.
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"EEEMMRICH! PLEEEASE! EEEMM-"
Emmrich didn't react on screams under the roof, continuing his spell, what hold Rook above the ground and spin her in circle motion. Necromancer looked up with stern expression, full of determination to teach young quinari a lesson. Esha wasn't so calm, being spinned around like a children's toy. She screamed and begged to let her down, her voice trembled from fast movement.
"EMM, I'M SORRYYY! PLEEEASE! I THINK III THROW UP!"
Older man sighed heavily and lowered her down after last sentence. Firstly, because he wanted to teach her a lesson, not to torture her. Secondly, he didn't want some of her lunch ended up on his books.
Esha sat down on the floor, panting and trying to calm down her heartbeat. She raised a finger to say something, but put it down, after she couldn't find a breath to say a word.
"Just... Give me a second," she sighed out, and Emmrich huffed.
"Oh, please, take all time you need," he said with a sarcasm. "Maybe after your little break you will tell me why Manfred is very enthusiastically showing me middle fingers"
Rook chuckled quietly, but put smile away after meeting man's angry look.
"Actually, I told him, what we're showing it to the people we like. So it's actually a good to know he likes you, right?" she gave him an awkward smile, but Emmrich kept a stern look.
"You think you're so funny, aren't you?"
"I thought so... But now I can see my mistake and I promise it won't happen again" she looked at him with puppy eyes. "I'm sorry, Emmrich. It was a harmless joke, really!"
Emmrich let out a long tired sigh. He nodded, accepting the apology.
"Very well... I'll forgive you on two conditions," he helped her got up. Esha lighten up from his words and nodded actively.
"Yes, of course, what is it?"
"First - you'll explain Manfred what it's inappropriate gesture and what he should never use it "
"Okay, fair enough... And second?"
"You'll take my turns on washing dishes for the next two weeks"
"What?! Two weeks?"
"I can always make it three"
"... okay, okay," she grumbled quietly, but didn't argue further. "Though, this joke wasn't so bad. No harm done!"
"Oh hey, Manfred!" they heard Bellara's voice from the corridor and looked there. "I was... Wow! That's a little mean, don't you think?"
"Okay, I get it," Rook started walking under Emmrich's stern gaze. "I'll go talk to Manfred before he gets sad, thinking he did something wrong"
#dragon age 4#dragon age rook#rook#oc: esha mercar#emmrich volkarin#manfred the skeleton#da manfred#not big roles but still there#lucanis dellamorte#neve gallus#da davrin#Esha is that parent/auntie what will teach kid curse words only for a joke
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CHAPTER 2
THE INTERVIEW
" So Mr. Alexander — "
" Please, call me Kyle ." He smiled
" Okay. Kyle , tell me your story."
He looked at me with surprise. " No questions already in place ?" I let out a small chuckle. " I'd rather let you lead the interview. I speak for everyone when I say we want to know everything about you and what better way to do that is to just let you speak your piece ya know ? " I say to him.
Kyle gave me a light smile before answering.
" Of course. Well I'm from here, which I know is often debated. I was born and raised in Brooklyn till I was about 10. Then we moved to London. My mother wanted to be closer to our family,” he explained
" That explains the accent" I laughed .
" Exactly, and you're from Harlem correct? " he smiled
" Yea, I am...how'd you know that? I never told anyone." I leaned back.
" You're not the only person everyone is dying to know about Ms. Ali " he replied softly. He took a small breath. " I'm doing this interview with you because you see my work, my art for what it truly is, and I hope your readers can see your view just the same."
There goes that pretty boy villain look again. Intense and he knew it. But it takes more than some pretty blue sea green eyes and killer cheekbones to have me falter. I put on my game face. " Haute Couture was once just for the upper echelon. It came to Harlem like the second coming of Jesus. We always were fly! That's expected. But you ? You – I rambled.
" Had my ear to the streets ? That's what you said in your article." He tilted his head and smirked
I laughed. " You did though, your campaign with Dapper Dan changed the game. I myself own a few pieces.”
Kyle looked at me, those eyes of his held an emotion I rarely see. Admiration. " The brown crocodile and fox fur jacket. That was released this past fall for my ready to wear collection. "
I sat there dumfounded. I haven't worn that out yet right? No. It's currently in my closet.
Kyle continued " I know because I'm the one who sent it. It was designed with you in mind Ms. Ali. Why do you think it's a one of a kind."
Was he flirting ? I'm trippin' I have to be, I thought. "Well thank you for the jacket, that was kind of you. But honey I'm not model material you know those ladies are high class uppity . I'm a simple around the way girl. I'd expect you to design with Naomi in mind. " I rattled off. Suddenly I felt self conscious. I asked for another drink and turned back to Kyle
He smirked at me almost as if he was in awe. " Maybe that's what I like. I'm not fond of the high class and uppity as you call it. And given the chance you'd be in every design I can think of Miss Ali. " he replied softly
God he was doing wonders for my self esteem.
For the rest of the night we continued the interview. He was fascinating as he was witty. A Gemini. A Prince fan. An avid reader, lover of the arts and was diagnosed with synesthesia at an early age. Which he credits for his impeccable taste in fashion and color. I checked the clock above as I heard those around us countdown. Year 2000 was coming.
" So are you ready for the new year Ms. Ali ? he smiled lightly.
" I'm ready for everything all the time Mr. Alexander and please call me Mecca."
" Alright... Mecca, What are you doing after you leave here ?"
he asked me.
I looked into his eyes as 12 struck.
I watched his gaze find a home on my lips
" Guess I'm leaving with you, K." I smirked.
"K"... he chuckled. " I like that and I'd be more than glad to have your company for just a little longer."
the year 2000 was going to be an interesting one.
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EP 4 RAMBLE PART 3 FINAL!!
(ft the other episodes! but mainly ep 4!)
okay actually i think this is more of a gangle ramble now but thats fine
part 1
part 2
CONTINUATION OF THE GANGLE PEOPLE-PLEASER PART OF THE RAMBLE FROM PART 2!
lets see... where did i leave off... RIGHT!!
There are a lot of parts in ALL episodes where she doesn't want to cause problems for people. Which is typically normal for everyone, HOWEVER. Her idea of 'causing problems' is her opening up to people about how she truly feels, or even voicing her feelings in general if they're about someone.
I've already gone over the Pomni conversation and the bit where she has a mini breakdown, and I said I'd include even more of the other episodes in this, so! Let's begin at Ep 1!
Let's talk about what I've observed in episode one.
YES THIS IS IMPORTANT.
Notice how it's emphasized she says it quietly? (I know it's for comedic effect, but EVERYTHING seems to be important for every character, like how the darkness from the bucket on Kinger's head in Ep 2 helped him remember something about Ragatha before immediately forgetting it and then the reason he only remembers things in the darkness is explained! Seems like a minor detail that means nothing, turns out to be HUGE.
She doesn't want to cause a problem. In this case, the 'problem' would be her fully interrupting the conversation because she's worried about her friend. In the mind of a people pleaser, even if it helps someone out, you feel a sense of pressure on you when mentioning someone needs help to others, because "What if I cause a problem or make them mad? I don't wanna do that!", those thoughts are pretty normal, ESPECIALLY for people-pleasers.
"Wait, what about Zooble?" Is said so quietly, you can barely hear it. She either doesn't want her voice to be heard, or she DOES but is too scared to say it more loudly because of some version of the thoughts I described.
not as important but I'd like to note how she literally says NOTHING. like. nothing. i just think its kinda funny but also she just. doesnt give her opinion at all? she wasnt even asked if she wanted to go with them to check on kaufmo they just dgaf about her 😭
ANYWAY
This is the only time she gives her opinion and its not even an opinion HELP
Also I'm trying to save space so I don't have to make a part 4 so shortly into this, since I know I'll have to make one anyway, but I wanna mention how she hides behind her broken mask to protect herself after he screams which kinda hits different now that we know more about her mask.
But anyway, I'll make a seperate little portion of this ramble for that!
I'd like to mention too, anytime she is shoved, has something mean said to her, or has her comedy mask broken, she doesn't complain or say anything about it except for maybe an "ow". I find that interesting, because I think the reason for this is that she doesn't want anyone worrying about her. AKA, she doesn't want to cause a 'problem'.
She wants to please. One does not please by being a 'problem', right? That's probably how she thinks, anyway.
When Jax tells her to do something she doesn't want to do, whether he pressured her like that or not, it wouldn't have made a difference, because she can't bring herself to say 'no.'
In my opinion, from what it sounds like when she says "I don't think we—" she probably would've ended up saying yes regardless. Hell, if he'd just followed it up with "do it," I don't see a world in which she wouldn't, although she'd probably be more hesitant.
also why does his back bend like that he looks like hes gonna become an old man any second now HELP 😭
Also, when Jax threatens her by saying "Do it, or I'll tell Ragatha about the figurine thing," I think that really does something to her.
Every time she's either built up the confidence to say no, or someone has tried to help her say no, she's kicked down in one way or another INSTANTLY.
Episode 4 did not help with that. I believe in the next few episodes, she will not be better about saying no. She might even be worse off, knowing Ragatha thinks her being happy is annoying.
People-pleasers are in different worlds. Being the type of people-pleaser Gangle is, it's an entirely different world from others. It carries a lot of what I can only describe as delusion to it.
If Pomni had not stepped up when Gangle thought she was alone after work hours, Gangle would have abstracted. I am a firm believer in that. She was breaking. Losing her mind.
Gangle tells herself to stop trying to achieve her dream while breaking down over the fact her efforts to achieve her dream might not be enough.
So let's go there, and get a
Closer look at Gangle's mental state.
(and why she's most likely the least unwell character)
Gangle is mentally ill. Everyone knows that already, but to what extent?
I'm not sure if we'll ever know.
But what we do know is this.
More likely than not, Gangle almost abstracted in Ep 4. And out of everyone who has EVER vented so far, Gangle has shared relatively nothing. Even after the Spudsy's adventure, what we've seen so far is her never mentioning her feelings except that she feels like she messed everything up.
Gangle doesn't know how to help herself. Zooble can make her feel better, but not for long, because Gangle doesn't think she can get better.
When she was about to vent to Pomni, she stopped as soon as she felt like her feelings were REALLY about to come loose, put her new happy mask back on, said she had no time to talk about her feelings, and fled.
What I think is that Gangle thinks everyone is more important than her, so when she FINALLY got to be important she was happy. Really, truly happy.
The worst thing you can do is make someone think they're not wanted or loved.
Something that makes me sad is that Gangle does not feel wanted or loved.
Gangle was almost gone in Episode 4.
We almost lost Gangle. Had Gangle abstracted, she'd die without ever feeling like people cared about her.
For all we know, she could be the first person to abstract after Kaufmo.
I personally believe that.
The end of Episode 4 was a su¡cide attempt. (is that word allowed? im not sure..l ill censor it anyway)
I saw someone say this in the comment section of either the episode itself or a reaction video, and I completely agree.
They say before people commit su¡cide, they have a sudden boost of joy. Everything will be over soon. Why not enjoy that fact?
I think it was a subconscious su¡cide, at the very least.
She was happy. For the first time without a happy mask to hide how she feels deep down, she was happy.
She had a sudden boost of happiness, and then stepped backwards into oncoming traffic. When someone experiences a near-death situation by their own hand, there's a moment of regret before they are gone. I've experienced it myself, and it is horrid. That feeling is one I will never be able to forget. Even if I never so much as blacked out, I felt faint, and I will NEVER forget that fear, that horror, dread, regret.
The shock. Wondering if it was truly me who did it.
And I think. That is what Gangle experienced.
And then, that feeling was brushed off by Caine, whether she knew he doesn't understand the feeling of wanting to disappear or not, she was quick to blame herself for it all. Both about her performance to Caine, and alone, to nobody but herself.
"I guess I just... cracked under the pressure I suppose."
And maybe, just maybe.
That crack will never heal.
Thank you for listening and reading my ramble, everyone!! I appreciate it more than you know!
Bye bye for now, friends! Have a lovely day!
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The Light of Laughter
Words: 7.7 k
Pairings: none, this is a platonic/familial fic
Characters: Lee!Peter, Ler!Tony, Ler!Bucky, Lee!Wanda, Ler!Steve,
Warnings: a lot of tickling and some older brother/mentor tickling so if that’s not your thing please feel free to sit this one out
Author’s note: This is a squealing Santa fic for the lovely @inneedofsupervision I’m so sorry your gift is late but I hope I make up for the wait. I also wanted to give a massive thanks to @squealing-santa for running this event and for graciously helping me with the deadline.
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The bell rang, sending chairs scuffing across the floor as students pushed their way out of the classroom. Kids pushed past him, knocking shoulders with him in the chaos as Peter waded to the back of the room.
“You don’t have to wait for me, ya know?” Ned said, roughly shoving his stuff in his folders.
Peter’s brows furrowed. He took one look at the mess on Ned’s desk and started helping him pack his things up. “Yes, I do. I’m the reason we got separated in this class, and we always walk out together.”
Ned brushed off his help, but continued shoving things away. “Aww thanks Peter.” He picked up a notebook paper that had floated down to the floor somehow. “You'd make such a good girlfriend,” he said, then frozen with the paper still between his fingers.
Peter gently pried it from his hands, sliding it into his backpack, sensing that all of the tests were starting to get to him. “Was that what you meant to say?”
Ned finally dethawed, going back to the task at hand. “We’re not acknowledging it.”
Peter chortled, fighting back a comment about the blush on his face. “Yes we are.”
Ned pointed a finger at him. “Not if you still want your christmas present.”
Peter mimicked zipping his lips, not wanting to risk losing his gift. He didn’t have to use his spidey senses to guess what it was. Ned had been dropping quote unquote hints to him about his present all week, and Peter had figured out it was legos by Wednesday.
He filed the last of Ned’s papers away, which was less of putting papers in folders, and mostly a lot of shoving. Peter didn’t even know how he managed to collect this many papers in the first place.
“You aren’t going to be able to find any of your papers when we come back from break,” Peter remarked, picking up a broken folder that was nearly split in half with all the papers inside of it.
Ned shrugged. “I’ll just throw out anything I don’t need when January comes.”
“Then get a new folder for the semester so you can break it by summer?” Peter asked, fighting back a grin. He knew he was pushing his luck with his christmas gift on the line, but Peter had a gift for him as well, and he wasn’t afraid to bargain his way back into Ned’s good graces.
“Exactly,” Ned nodded. “See, I’m glad you get it.”
Peter rolled his eyes.
“By Mr. Smith!” Peter called, waving to his teacher as they walked out the door.
“Bye boys, stay safe over break. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” He said, closing the door on them on their way out.
The hallways were a mess of hustle and bustle, everyone eager to escape the building as fast as possible. With the thought of finals erased from their minds, and their warm beds waiting for them at home to catch up on some overdue sleep, no one was wasting another minute in that dreadful building.
Peter tapped the top of the frame as Ned and him pushed through the doors, letting the cold New York winter air blow into the hallways, sending Christmas lights fluttering in the breeze.
“My gift?” Peter asked, once they were outside and away from the entrance.
“I want mine first,” Ned said.
Peter cocked his head at him, a coy smile playing at his lips. “How’d you know I bought you one?”
Ned deadpanned. “Oh come on Peter, we do the same thing every year. We give each other gifts on the last day of school before break.”
Peter dropped the act. “Fine.”
He reached into his backpack and pulled out a small box covered messily in red candy cane wrapping. As he handed it to Ned he realized he’d missed a spot, and he hoped he didn’t notice.
Luckily, Ned tore it open as fast as he always did, barely noticing the wrapping before he immediately threw it away.
“Do you know what it is?” Peter asked, as Ned continued staring at it without saying anything.
Ned’s brows furrowed. “I don’t think so.”
Peter tapped on the clear box. “It’s a Palladium core I encased in resin.”
Ned’s eyes went wide. “No, it’s not-” he trailed off, but Peter nodded.
“Look at the front of it.”
Ned flipped it around and gasped, holding a hand to his mouth. “You got it signed by him?”
Peter smiled. “Yup. This is one of the ones that was inside him,” Peter stopped, holding up a finger. “Wait, not like that.”
Ned grabbed him by the shoulders. “Who cares! Peter! This is the best gift ever!”
Peter grinned even wider as his friend shook him rather aggressively, the zippers on his backpack clanging with the movement. It really hadn’t been that difficult to come by, Tony had just had to replace his, and when Peter asked about it, Tony had happily complied.
He thought it was a little weird at first, but he had just said, “kids these days” then scoffed and walked off, leaving Peter with the core.
Ned stopped shaking him, a frown overtaking his face. “Aww, but all I got you was legos.”
Peter’s face lit up at the mention. “No, are you kidding me? I’m about to get a bunch of sciency stuff from the avengers, all I want are some legos.”
“Alright, fine,” Ned groaned, handing him a bright gift bag.
Peter took it and ripped all of the tissue paper out of the bag. “Yes!” he cheered. “All I needed was the hulk to complete my set.”
Ned raised a brow. “Do the avengers ever find it weird that you collect lego figurines of them?”
Peter felt his cheeks warm. “I wouldn’t know, I’ve never told them.”
“Heard,” Ned nodded.
“Alright, see you in a few days?” Ned asked, bumping his fist against his.
Peter finished the handshake. “Yep, I’ll see you then.”
Usually the two would walk home on the last day, but this year was different. As the snow began to lightly fall over the city, Peter was headed towards the avengers tower for a few days.
Aunt May had won some sort of radio contest back in November to go on a Christmas cruise for five days. She was overjoyed, until she found out she had only been given a ticket for one person. The last thing she wanted to do was leave him alone for Christmas, stating that she would rather work double shifts at the community center for two weeks than ever even think about leaving him by himself in New York. Peter was grateful she didn’t know about his nightly patrols, fearful that she might very well have a heart attack, but he needed to come up with some way to convince her to go anyway. Peter knew she needed a break, but after almost a month of trying to reassure her he’d be fine, even he was starting to run out of ways to convince her.
Peter was ranting about it to Tony one day in the lab, and he’d offered him up a solution on a silver platter.
Apparently, as long as he was staying with the Earth’s mightiest heroes, May was willing to let him stay in New York without her. He’d still had to assure her a dozen times that he would be fine with her leaving him on christmas, but they’d managed to pull it off. Just before school that day, she’d left for the airport with her bags. She’d placed a kiss on his cheek, told him to have fun, and to text lots of pictures. She added on as she stood in the doorframe, that she wanted him to be good for Tony. Peter fought the urge to laugh, considering it would be more fitting if she told Tony to behave himself.
He’d heard rumors of Tony Stark’s infamous Christmas parties, and had been fighting the urge to ask him if he’d be invited for the last week.
The walk passed by faster than it usually did, his mind buzzing with thoughts of what he could get up to for the next five days. As he approached the tower, he looked up at the full height of it. The A was already accumulating a fair amount of snow on top of it as the gray skies above it seemed to swirl around the building.
Peter heaved in a breath before he rang the doorbell. There would be more heroes in the tower than he was used to for the next few days. Tony was inviting all kinds of people from all corners of the universe for the week. He’d already met so many of his heroes, and now he had the potential to interact with even more.He’d tried to tease it out of Tony, but he’d only held a finger to his lips and told him he’d find out eventually. However, here Peter was, and the day was finally here.
At last, he gathered up the courage to actually ring the bell, and he listened intently to the sound echoing through the first few levels of the tower.
It was always a mystery who would open the door for him at the Avengers tower. More often than not, it was Happy or Pepper, but occasionally he would get one of the other’s.
Today, he was surprised to be met with no one. The door unlocked on its own, and it just swung open, seemingly on a stray breeze. Peter walked in cautiously, his footsteps light, but nothing seemed glaringly wrong except for the mysterious door. He quietly hung his bag on the hanger Tony had drilled into the wall, and began tip toeing into the living room.
He turned the corner, peeking out from behind the door frame when he spotted Wanda, and another woman he didn’t recognize.
“Oh, hi Peter!” Wanda called. “The other’s are upstairs in various places.”
“Oh, thanks for letting me in,” he said, staying a distance away from them. They seemed to be in the middle of something before he walked in, the other person on the couch blushing furiously.
Wanda stood, placing her glass of wine on the table beside her. “Oh, I almost forgot, Spider-man this is Tele, Tele this Spider-man.” Wanda turned back to Tele. “Or I guess I should specify, this is our world's Spider-man. God, that’s going to get difficult when everyone gets here.”
At Wanda’s words, Peter’s memory came flooding back to him. “Ohhh, your Peter three’s friend.”
They nodded. “Well it’s nice to officially meet you, but Tony said I should meet him up in the lab when I get here, so I should probably go.”
“Go,” Wanda waved. “We’ll have plenty of time to catch up in the next couple days.”
Peter hoped she was right, he’d been wondering if she’d be in the tower just yet. He had heard she’d been sent on a mission with Tele, Peter three, and Natasha, and he had a lot of questions for her. The occupants of the tower didn’t always notice it, but they had a tendency of telling him things he shouldn’t necessarily know. Not that Peter was complaining, but it was funny how all of their spy training and stoic personalities all softened when they were comfortable around each other.
Peter stepped into one of the elevators and pressed the twelfth floor. It smoothly rode up the line to his floor and when the doors opened, his eyes widened at the winter wonderland in front of him.
It was like he was stepping into santa’s workshop. The billionaire had strung up garland anywhere he could without making it a fire hazard, and there were so many fairy lights strung from the ceiling that the brightness replaced the glow of the regular lab lights.
Peter walked around, taking it all in.
Stockings hung from each large piece of equipment, their names listed on each of them in glitter glue that looked like Morgan had helped. The green and red iron man suit was on display in the middle of the lab, and each of the center poles in the room were wrapped to look like candy canes.
“You like it?” Tony called from the back, his voice echoing a little with all the metal in the room.
Peter spun around, trying to observe all of it in as big of a quantity as he could. “LIke it? I think Santa Claus threw up in here.”
“That better be a compliment Parker, you know I’m not afraid to flip you to the naughty list and take away your presents.” Peter laughed, hearing the teasing in his tone. It was always a challenge when he arrived in the lab to find Tony. Some days he thought the man was purposely making a game of it, but today he found him behind a few monitors with ease.
Peter looked at the screen, leaning over Tony’s desk to look at what he’d been working on. “Funny, you’re not the first person to tell me that today.”
“Well, maybe that means you deserve it,” Tony said, tweaking his ribs.
“Hey!” Peter squeaked, puberty immediately leaving his voice.
“Hey is for horses, what’s it doing in your mouth?” Tony remarked without taking his eyes off of the monitor. Peter backed up, making sure to keep his arms close to his sides.
“What’d you call me up for? What are we working on today?” he asked eagerly.
Tony spun around towards him, looking up at him. “You, my sticky friend, are not working on anything for the next five days.”
“Mr. Stark,” Peter groaned. He could work on so many upgrades with all the time he was going to have in the tower. With no school, and no Aunt May, he had nothing stopping him.
Tony held his hands up. “No, I don’t want to hear a whining. I signed on to house a sixteen year old for a few days, not a five year old.”
Peter wanted to say that he was not acting like a five year old, but he feared that would only prove Tony’s point. However, he had never had such an ideal time to work, and he couldn’t give up on the idea that easily. “But I have so many new ideas for my suit.”
“Nope,” Tony said, dramatically popping the ‘p’. “You, my friend, are going to take a few days off, and so am I. There are people being put in place to keep an eye here on earth, and none of those people are you and me.”
“What was the point in decorating the lab then?” Peter asked.
Tony looked at him like the answer to his question was quite obvious, and Peter was reminded of how truly dramatic his mentor was.
Tony patted his back, getting to his feet. “Consider it me paying you back for that time I let you go to space.”
Peter furrowed his brows. “But you didn’t let me? I went without asking.”
Tony slowly turned to him. He stared at Peter for a moment before he started rapidly jabbing his hands into Peter’s midsection wherever he could manage. “Is this really a point you’d like to be arguing five days before Christmas, Parker?”
Peter boyishly giggled as he jumped out of the way. He should’ve known better than to nitpick Tony when he was telling a story. “Noho!”
Tony only followed the teenager, wrapping an arm around him and fluttering his fingers on his neck. “Are you sure?” he teased.
“Yes,” Peter laughed. He lightly pushed him away, taking care to not use too much of his strength considering Tony didn’t even have a suit on.
“Alright, spiderling, I believe you for now. So, are we clear about the rules with lab time?”
Peter couldn’t hide his disappointment, but he shook his head in agreement. “Yes, Mr. Stark.”
“Okay, just a couple other ground rules, and then I’ll let you go.” He clapped his hands together. “We just discussed number one, so you already know no lab time for the next five days, I want you to have some time off. Rule number two, no patrols either, it goes under the time off clause.” Peter groaned, but Tony continued on.
“Rule number three, you have to help Morgan, Pepper, and I wrap gifts because I bought too many gifts for everyone. Rule number four, you need to send your Aunt May an update at least once a day-” Peter started to protest, but Tony held a hand up.
“Ah-ah those are the rules I agreed to for taking you on. If you don’t follow them your Aunt will have my head and yours.”
Peter held his hands up. “I was gonna say that it shouldn’t be a problem because I've already texted her twice today, but okay.”
“Sure you were,” Tony chortled.
“I was!” Peter scoffed.
Tony pushed his reading glasses up on his head. “Well aren’t you nyc’s little golden boy.”
Peter paused, uncertain what to do with the comment. Luckily, Tony moved on from most things pretty quickly.
“Okay, rule number 5, no more calling me Mr. Stark. You are quite literally spending Christmas with me, don’t make it weird. Number six, no shenanigans?”
Peter cocked a brow, and Tony shrugged. “What qualifies as a shenanigan?”
He pointed a finger at him. “Don’t play dumb with me kid.”
Peter gawked at him. “I’m not, what does that mean?”
“Well I don’t want to give you an example, that’ll just give you ideas.”
Peter threw his hands up, and Tony’s facade cracked a little, no longer able to bite down on his smile. “I’m messing with you web slinger, you know I support mischief.”
He pointed a finger at Peter. “Just don’t tell Loki I said that.”
“You have my word, Mr. Stark.”
Tony glared at him and Peter took a preemptive step back. “Sorry, Tony. It’ll take a little getting used to.”
Tony began walking out of the lab, and Peter followed. When Tony came to a sudden stop, so did Peter. “Oh, also, you can come to the Christmas party, but you can’t drink.”
“Oh, come on,” Peter protested.
Tony sighed. “Alright, fine, you can have a singular drink.” Peter began uttering his thanks, and telling him about how responsible he will be, but Tony shushed him. “We’ll pretend we’re in Europe to ease my conscience. You have to promise me you won’t tell your aunt though.”
“I promise,” he agreed, eyes shining. He honestly hadn’t expected to be invited to the christmas party, let alone allowed to drink, and he wouldn’t do anything to make Tony regret it.
“Alright, good,” Tony patted him on the back. “Now be a proper teenager and go bother people or hide in your room, your pick.”
Peter laughed good naturedly, knowing Tony didn’t truly mean it. Or at least, he was fairly sure.
Tony snapped his fingers. “Oh, also if you could bother resident broody and the star spangled banner, that would be the best present you could give me. Truly priceless.”
Peter smiled, heading up the stairs, his footsteps echoing in the empty hallway. “I think I can manage that.”
Tony gave him a thumbs up and they went their separate ways. Peter was surprised he hadn’t received a lecture on gift giving, specifically, on how he should have a lack of it. Last year he had gotten Tony a singular gift for the holidays, just a simple frame of the photo of the two of them, and Tony had given him a gift for ten weeks straight to prove a point. Apparently, billionaires didn’t appreciate teenagers with limited funds using their money on them.
Peter unlocked the door to his room, and jumped on top of his soft duvet. His body went limp, the mattress soaking up every bit of his exhaustion. He sighed contentedly, his eyes fluttering shut. He would just lay here for a little bit, and then he would wander around the tower and visit with everyone else.
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Peter woke up bleary eyed and still in his clothes from the day before. He rolled, trying to find where his clock was, and realized there was no more bed underneath him. His stomach lurched as his hands scrambled for purchase. He grabbed his sheets, which slowed his fall. He sighed in relief, still half delirious. He stayed there for a second, still trying to figure out what had happened when the sheets lost their hold.
He landed with a thunk and groaned in pain. Apparently, his spidey senses weren’t awake either. He wiped at his eyes, trying to make sense of everything.
He looked up at the clock on his nightstand and had to rub his eyes and read it again to make sure he was seeing correctly. Peter had woken up at nine am the next day.
He wrestled himself out of his sheets and threw them back on the bed. He cursed his teenage body mixed with a spider bite for needing so much sleep. He had probably already missed so many new arrivals while he was sleeping.
As he pulled out some clothes from his dresser, he realized there were decorations all over his room too. He must not have noticed it when he’d walked in yesterday, but someone had done up his room as well. Garland hung from each of his furniture pieces like icicles from the edge of a house, his rug had been changed out to a fluffy red and green one, and he even had some festive attire that someone had thrown in with the rest of his regular clothes.
He opted to forgo the red and green in terms of clothing for the time being. He was already likely going to be the youngest in every room, and he didn’t need everyone looking at him like a child because he was wearing an elf onesie. Besides, that would only bring more attention to him while he was trying to learn about all of the new people.
He quickly showered and threw on his clothes, absentmindedly pushed his hair back and headed out the door.
He ran down the steps at full speed towards the kitchen as his stomach growled. He couldn’t believe he’d slept so late, he’d make sure to set an alarm tomorrow. It was so stupid of him to sleep for so long.
A door clicked open in front of him, and he stopped just a few inches from where his nose would’ve collided with it.
“Little spider,” Natasha laughed, seeing him as the door shut. “Why are you in such a hurry?”
She continued walking, so Peter followed. “I accidentally fell asleep yesterday afternoon when I got home from school, and I just woke up.”
“Oh trust me, you didn’t miss much.” Natasha waved a hand. “The only person in the tower who doesn’t live here went to bed early, Steve and Bucky went on our last grocery trip till after the holidays, and Wanda made a few pie crusts.”
“I know, but-” Peter started, then stopped himself. Natasha had said he didn’t miss much, but she had been a part of this family for longer than he had. He had never spent a Christmas with the Avengers before, and it all felt so new and exciting to him. This was all old business to Natasha, she’d probably find him quite silly.
“What?” she asked, slowing down.
Peter stopped at the next landing to face her. “No, it’s probably dumb. Nevermind.”
“I’m sure it’s not dumb, come on, tell me. Or if it is dumb, then I will forget I heard anything.”
Peter’s lips twitched. “It’s just.” He sighed, but then decided he’d go for it anyway. “I’ve never been here during the holidays, and I just don’t want to miss any of it. I want to soak it all up, ya know?”
He scratched at the top of his head, but then abruptly put his hand back down, thinking the movement looked weird.
Natasha leaned against the stair railing. “Peter,” she smiled. “I was once new to this team too. I know the feeling of wanting to soak up every moment with this family. But trust me, they aren’t going anywhere, and neither are you.”
Peter smacked himself in the forehead. It had only occurred to him till after Natasha said it but it seemed obvious now. He should’ve known that she would understand. It was so silly of him to think he was the only one who had ever felt like this. Still, he knew Natasha wouldn’t take well to him opening the holiday with apologizing to her, so he moved on. “I know that, it just doesn’t feel like it.”
She placed a hand on his shoulder. “And that’s okay too. It took me a long time to get used to it.” She laughed. “Sometimes I think I’m still getting used to it. But remember, this is a marathon, not a sprint. You’re here for five whole days, don’t run yourself ragged trying to do everything.”
Peter blew a breath out, feeling a little less high strung. “Thanks Natasha.”
She squeezed his arm. “Anytime little spider.”
“Does that mean I can call you big spider?” Peter asked, now following her down the stairs.
She shook her head, chuckling. “I guess so. Just don’t ever say it in front of Clint, or I may have to kill you.”
“Noted.” Peter nodded even though she wasn’t looking at him. He wasn’t certain he would ever be brave enough to call her that to her face, but he saved it away just in case he needed it.
He entered the kitchen, counting four bodies occupying the space, and all sorts of delicious smells wafting around the area.
Natasha leaned in beside him, whispering. “Like I said, pace yourself.”
She walked off, continuing down the steps, and leaving Peter in the chaos. He stood completely still for a moment, unsure of what to do. It almost seemed like they were doing some sort of dance. Pots and pans flew above heads, spoons were passed back and forth, footsteps were carefully made around each other like they had choreographed it all in advance. Peter was worried that if he stepped in, he might throw them off rhythm.
His stomach growled angrily, reminding him that while his bite also made him able to sleep longer, it also meant he needed to eat much more.
“Guys, can I cut into the kitchen to get breakfast?” Peter yelled over simmering liquids and frying meats.
Wanda was the first to turn towards him. “Oh, morning Peter. Can I grab something for you?” She looked at the chaos surrounding her with wide eyes. “I think that would be easier at this point.”
“Yes please, if you could hand me the poptarts, I’ll get out of your hair.”
“Oh, do try the new chocolate flavored ones we got spiderling,” Thor said, turning around, whisk in hand. “They are quite delicious.”
“Yeah, I’ll have those if we’ve got ‘em.” Peter nodded. “Please,” he added on quickly.
Wanda flicked her fingers, and the pop tart box flew out of the cabinet. Peter was about to ask how she managed to direct her power so casually without hitting anyone, but then he realized the box was already in his hand.
“Hey, wait, we don’t just hand out food for free,” Bucky scoffed. “I thought we agreed the kitchen was a no touch zone when there were chefs in it.”
“Bucky, you’re making brownies. Calm down, you aren’t cooking up world peace,” Sam called out from the other side of the kitchen.
Bucky pointed a dirty spatula at him with such aggression that Peter let out a laugh. “That’s what you think, but for all you know, the moment you taste these all your problems could be cured.”
“Not unless your attitude disappears,” Sam guffawed.
Bucky rolled his eyes. “Seriously, Wanda, are you going to let this happen?”
Wanda looked about near her breaking point. “If by this you mean letting the boy eat his breakfast, then yes I do.”
Bucky groaned, and Peter couldn’t help but wonder who the teenager in the room was. “Can we at least make him help us?”
Wanda leaned against the counter, her hands on her hips. “Peter, I am currently dealing with actual children, so would you mind helping Bucky with the brownies when you’re done eating your breakfast? Steve was supposed to help him, but now none of us know where he’s got to.”
Peter nodded, shoving a poptart in his mouth. “Of course, I don’t mind helping.”
Wanda smiled fondly at him. “Thank you.” She covered the side of her mouth like it would prevent the others from hearing her as she fake whispered. “This is why you’re my favorite.”
The others protested, but she paid them no mind as she went back to her food. Peter took a few more minutes eating his fill in pop tarts until he joined Bucky in the kitchen. The sounds of automatic whisks, squeezing bottles, and bowls clanking against one another filled his ears.
“Alright, have you ever made brownies before?” Bucky asked, quite seriously.
Peter narrowed his eyes. “Yeah, who hasn’t? They come in a box.”
Bucky rolled his eyes for the second time in five minutes. “Homemade brownies Peter. Come on, who do you think I am?”
Peter held his hands up innocently. “Wasn’t trying to take away your brownie points.”
Bucky raised a brow. “Was that a pun?”
Peter tensed. “Maybe?”
He could tell Bucky was desperately trying to bite back a smile, and Peter snickered. “Alright, well, homemade brownies are a much more highly involved process.”
“Okay, so what do we need?” Peter asked, pushing his sleeves up to wash his hands.
Bucky listed off the ingredients and Peter rummaged around the kitchen to find them. However, even after five minutes of looking in the fridge, Peter couldn’t find the eggs.
He poked his head out of the fridge. “Guys, I think we’re out of eggs.”
He looked over to see Thor grimacing. “My apologies, between my breakfast this morning, and clarifying the mead, I think I used the last of them.”
Peter brushed him off, now opening the freezer. “That’s fine, we can just use applesauce.”
“No, we cannot!” Bucky protested. “It calls for eggs.”
Sam leaned around Wanda to look at them. “Barnes, have you never heard of a substitute?”
“No, you have to do the recipe exactly as it says, otherwise it won’t turn out.”
Wanda made cuckoo signs around his head, and Bucky whipped around. “What was that?”
“Nothing,” Wanda chirped, going back to whisking. She shot a wink at Peter and it took nearly all of his laughter to not burst out laughing.
Bucky threw his hands up. “What? I’m serious, you should never substitute things. It won’t turn out the same.”
Peter cocked a brow. “Didn’t you grow up during the depression?”
“Are you calling me old?” Bucky asked, his voice lilting.
Peter’s eyes went wide. “No! I mean, wouldn’t it have been common for you to have to substitute things?”
“Yes, which is why it’s not good!” Bucky nearly yelled.
Wanda stirred her soup. “My family had to substitute things all the time, and we were fine.”
Bucky crossed his arms. “And you’re telling me all of them tasted the same?”
Wanda nodded patiently. “Yes, you just have to know what you’re doing.”
Bucky crossed his arms. “Are you saying I don’t know what I’m doing?”
Wanda shrugged. “I mean, you didn’t even know that you should substitute applesauce for eggs. That’s pretty obvious, wouldn’t you agree Peter?”
Peter nodded, knowing better than to be on the opposing team of Wanda, and Tony’s earlier words playing in his mind. Bucky flicked him in the arm. “Ow,” Peter winced.
Wanda continued adding things to her soup as she spoke to Bucky. “It seems to me that this is more of a skill issue.”
Bucky sighed. “Wanda,” he said, his tone warning. Peter kept his eyes on both of them, sensing the rising tension and wondering where it would go.
“What?” she asked innocently, her eyes widened. “I think you might just be bad at baking, it’s alright, not everyone can be good at it.”
“Maximoff, I swear,” he started.
“Barnes, don’t swear in front of the kid!” she gasped, her eyes lighting up with mischief.
“Yeah!” Peter agreed indignantly.
Bucky narrowed his eyes. “He’s sixteen, he curses all the time.”
Wanda propped a hand up on her hip. “Peter, cover your ears, don’t listen to the man with the potty mouth.”
Peter followed her lead, putting his hands up on his head. “Yeah, Bucky, how dare you accuse me of such things!”
Bucky looked done with both of them. “Peter, you say shit about seventy times every time you’re in the lab.”
“How dare you! Peter would never do that!” Wanda said, looking like she was about to burst with how much laughter she was holding back.
“You know what Maximoff?” he said, his lip twitching.
She took a step closer. “What?” she asked, raising her brows. Peter backed up, having the innate sensation that one of them was going to snap and it wasn’t going to go well.
They were both perfectly still for a moment, and then Bucky struck. He grabbed her by the stomach with his metal arm, too quick for her to use her magic against him, and began scratching at her sides.
“Bucky,” she squealed, her legs kicking out at him and continually missing.
Peter did his best to fade into the shadows, suddenly forgetting his alliance. He knew how quickly the tables could turn, and how ruthless Bucky could be. Wanda hit out at his metal arm, her magic getting lost in between her laughter. “Are you going to stop giving me a hard time?” he asked.
“Nohoho,” she giggled, twitching all over the place as his fingers darted across her skin.
“Peter!” Wanda yelped. “Help me!”
Peter hesitated for a moment, but decided it would be in his best interest to keep the scarlet witch on his side.
With a quiet, “thwip!”, he webbed Bucky’s metal arm, pulling it behind his back to give Wanda an escape.
She fell to the floor in a heap of laughter, and Bucky let her go, not bothering to continue torturing her.
Peter was surprised he didn’t put up more of a fight, until he realized Bucky was slowly turning towards him.
“Wait,” Peter said, holding his hands in front of him. He had just poked a sleeping bear.
“Did you just web me?” Bucky asked, watching Peter out of the corner of his eye.
Peter could feel Thor behind him, and Sam watching the whole thing in interest now. All of his senses were suddenly alert, like he was about to go into battle. What all of his systems were currently telling him was that he needed to run, and quickly.
Without answering Bucky’s question, he leapt over the kitchen counter, sprinting towards the steps.
“Oh no you don’t, you pest,” he heard Bucky call after him.
Peter ran full force through the living room, thinking that if he could just make it to the steps and get the door shut behind him, then maybe he could make his escape.
He was a few steps away, just only a few more seconds and he would be free. His hand reached for the door, and he pushed it open. He got a foot in the door when a familiar cold arm wrapped around his middle.
“No!” Peter yelled, grabbing a hold of the door frame. He attempted to pull himself forward, but Bucky merely spidered his fingers in Peter’s armpits and he immediately lost his grip, his arms shooting down to protect himself.
Bucky threw him over his shoulder with an ease that Peter wasn’t used to.
“That’s not fair,” he protested. He tried to wiggle out of Bucky’s arms, but there was no give.
“No, what’s not fair is that you all get to act like little shits, and annoy me without any repercussions,” Bucky said, walking towards the couch.
Peter began to panic, squirming around like a bug caught in a web. He knew the moment that Bucky had him pinned he was done for.
“Bucky! Wait! We promise we won’t bother you anymore!” Peter said as a last ditch effort.
“You promise?” Bucky asked, standing directly over the couch.
“Promise.” Peter said, earnestly.
Bucky paused, beginning to set Peter down. Peter blew out a sigh of relief, then, Bucky reversed his direction and threw Peter forward onto the couch. “Too bad, I want my fun now.”
He jumped on top of him, pinning his arms above his head, and sitting on his thighs.
“Bucky, Bucky, wait!”” Peter called, nervous giggles already leaking out of him.
“Wait for what?” Bucky asked, his metal arm hovering over Peter’s stomach.
“Wanda, hELP!” Peter squealed, but was cut off as Bucky’s hand began fluttering everywhere he could reach.
“Just because you can’t bake, doesn’t mean you need to take it out on the rest of us!” Peter giggled.
“You know, I was going to take it easy on you since you just finished finals, but nevermind,” Bucky huffed. He began squeezing Peter’s ribs, softly brushing his thumb into each one.
“I take it back!” Peter wheezed, descending into frenzied cackles. It was a cruel move, targeting his ribs like that. It always sent Peter reeling, his body not knowing what to do with all of the sensations his skin was taking in, and Bucky was especially good at making him shriek.
“Oh, do you now?” Bucky teased, a terrifying smirk on his face.
“Yes!” Peter tugged at his arms in vain. It was no use, with Bucky at his full strength, and Peter weakened by his laughter, he couldn’t overpower him very easily. Still, that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to try.
“Wanda save me!” he yelled, deciding it was in his best interest to rely on someone else’s power.
Peter faintly heard the sound of a door clicking open and prayed it was Tony. He also had a tendency of tickling him, but at least maybe he would accidentally distract Bucky long enough that he could escape.
To his horror though, the worst possible person had shown up. “What’d he do this time, Buck?” Steve asked, sounding unsurprised.
“Be a little shit like usual,” Bucky shrugged.
Steve came out of his peripheral vision, and walked in front of him, briefly wiggling his fingers over his socked feet. “STEVE!” Peter yelled, kicking out as much as he could with Bucky’s weight on his legs.
“Wow, I always forget how ticklish you are,” Steve tutted, removing his hand.
“Not helping!”
Bucky tasered his sides with his fingers. “He’s not trying to, he’s on my side unlike you other assholes.”
“Wanda!” Peter tried again, sensing the team up that was about to happen.
Bucky looked up at Steve, not stopping his attack on Peter while he did. “Oh yeah, Steve, would you mind going to deal with the red head over there?”
“What did she do?” Steve asked as if there wasn’t a teenager dying of laughter right beside them.
Bucky gestured down towards him, and Peter’s face lit up red. Something about being destroyed by laughter while they held a casual conversation made the sensations so much worse. “Same as Peter.”
Steve nodded. “Ah, I see.” He began walking towards her, and though Peter knew it would only further nail his coffin shut, he yelled over at her.
“Wanda save yourself!”
Bucky cocked his head, momentarily pausing. “You really don’t give up do you?”
Peter shook his head. “Friendly neighborhood spiderman.” He smiled sheepishly.
Bucky positioned his hands atop Peter’s ribs. “Well spiderman, you are far too ticklish to be this risky.”
Peter shrugged, his eyes alight with mirth. “At least I can bake.”
Bucky deadpanned, his fingers wrapping around the backs of Peter’s ribcage. “Okay, now you’re just asking for it.”
Bucky attacked, and Peter immediately fell back into his laughter. Loud cackles burst from his mouth as Bucky squeezed higher up on his ribs.
“Peter, oh my god, stay still, I’m trying to count all of your ribs.”
“Nohoh!” Peter squealed, having played this game with Tony too many times.
“Well now we’re going to have to start all over again,” Bucky huffed, squeezing each rib from the bottom to the top. Peter was going berserk, having one of his worst spots targeted for so long. He briefly opened his eyes and saw Wanda being thrown on the couch next to him. Steve didn’t give her a chance to escape and went straight for her neck.
He screeched as Bucky reached the tops of his ribs again, praying he wouldn’t start the process all over again. However, it was only when he felt Bucky’s fingers climbing higher still that he began to panic.
“Bucky, don’t you dare!”
Bucky paused for a moment, and Peter heaved in deep breaths while he was still able to. “Oh.” Bucky leaned in, smirking in a way that Peter knew that no amount of pleading would convince him to move anywhere else.
“I dare,” he hissed, then jammed his fingers into Peter’s armpits. Peter didn’t make any noise for a moment. He dug his heels into the couch, trying to find the leverage to throw Bucky off of him, he twisted around from side to side, trying to dislodge Bucky’s fingers. He would almost get adjusted to one side, then Bucky would start tickling his other armpit. However, his body was only able to contain the noise so long, and he burst into a scream.
“Shit, shit, shit!” Peter panickedly squeaked.
Bucky turned towards the other couch. “See, Wanda? I told you he curses.”
Peter could just barely hear her screams of laughter above his own, but he could’ve sworn she told him to shut up.
“Now,” Bucky said, turning his attention back to him. “If we can just manage to convince you I can bake.”
Peter was writhing on the couch, his laughter beginning to make his abdomen hurt. Though, he was admittedly not fighting as hard as he could. “You can’t though!” he yelled out.
“Okay, seriously, does anything tire you out?” Bucky said, momentarily pausing his hands.
Peter shook his head, his hair sticking to his forehead with sweat. “You’re maybe the only person I know who’s as stubborn as that guy back there,” Bucky teased, pointing to Steve, who was currently making light work of Wanda’s giggles.
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Peter smiled, heaving in air.
“It is one,” he smiled. He ruffled Peter’s hair gently, which Peter doubted he’d attempt if he wasn’t currently pinned underneath him. “However,” Bucky started, sitting upright. “Just like him, it’ll get you tickled a lot.”
Bucky released his arms, and Peter’s brows furrowed. He started to sit up, but Bucky had yet to get off of him. Without taking his weight off of him, he adjusted himself so he was still sitting on Peter’s legs, except he was facing the other way.
Suddenly, Peter’s face went white. “Wait, Bucky please no.”
“Can I bake, Parker?” he asked, without looking at him.
Peter sighed, laying back down so he could save some of his energy. “No,” he answered plainly.
“That’s what I thought,” Bucky sighed.
Bucky didn’t make Peter wait any longer for his payback and all ten of his fingers began dusting across his socked soles. Peter was sent into immediate hysterics. He gave up trying to plead with him, but he couldn’t stop his body from rolling around the couch as continual giggles poured from his mouth. Every so often he would snort if Bucky got him with a particularly good method, or if he would stray upwards to his toes, but Bucky continued until Peter got all of the laughter out of him.
However, once the tears started to prick at the corners of his eyes, he let up. “Have you learned anything today?” he asked, getting up and sitting next to him. Peter stayed laying down, catching his breath. He noticed that someone must have lit the fire because he could hear something crackling.
“Not much,” he breathed out.
“I figured.” Bucky patted his knee. “But I’m always happy to teach you again.”
Peter jumped up from the couch, nearly taking his shin out on the coffee table, and Bucky laughed. “Not now, I’m not cruel.”
Peter raised his brows. “Okay, I’m not that cruel,” Bucky deadpanned. Peter glared at him, though he knew he didn’t really mean it.
He sat back down next to him. “You deserve payback for that.”
Bucky bumped his shoulder against him. “I don’t think so, I didn’t start it.”
A red light flashed through the living room. “I would beg to disagree.”
Peter and Bucky turned to see Steve on the ground. “Peter, care to join me?” Wanda asked, grinning.
Bucky attempted to run, but all it took was one flick from Wanda’s wrist and he was on the ground.
“Sam help!” Bucky yelled. Sam started running towards him, but abruptly came to a stop.
Wanda held an orb of dark red power in her hand, eyeing him carefully.
He held his hands up, walking backwards towards the kitchen. “No, thank you.” He grabbed a hold of a bowl. “Someone’s gotta keep stirring your soup.”
Wanda smiled, her nose scrunching up.
“Care to humble some super soldiers for the holidays?” Wanda asked. She twisted her magic and Steve burst into bright giggles.
Peter always knew it was best to keep the scarlet witch on his side. “Absolutely,” he agreed.
The tower was filled with laughter for quite some time, and lots of threats were said with no real violence behind them. When all was said and done, Peter was absolutely certain he was in for a very interesting winter break with his family.
Second author’s note: Hello my lovelies!! I know it’s been awhile since I uploaded on here, three years to be exact, but I had to come back for squealing Santa. Hopefully the fact that I’ve been working on my book has kept my fanfic skills in shape. While I can’t say I’m fully back to posting, I hope you enjoyed this, and I do have some other fics in the works. (Also if you read closely I put in an Easter egg for a future fic)
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When Duty Summons
A DP x DC fanfic by Silverbeam creations aka lunarmushroom on AO3
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
AUTHOR NOTE:
I'm new to tumblr and new to fanfic writing styles, so comments, hearts, theories, ideas etc, are helpful in my motivation to write more, and I super appreciate it. Any tips for how tumblr works and any fandom and writing tips are welcome as well. Thanks, and I hope you enjoy!
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Part 4
"peek a booooo?" murmered Danny quietly as he popped his head through another wall. DAnnys fingers tapped along the wall as he gave the room a look around. empty rusted barrels lay along one wall amidst the dust, trash, and other refuse of the abandoned building. At the obvious lack of life signs danny continued grumbling. 15 minutes into chasing down the summoning spell, all signs had vanished. Once gone he had spent the next couple hours searching the estimated area he guessed was likely a good start and then had expaneded his earch.
score 3 crack heads, 1 elderly homeless man that must have been near deaths door as he seems to sense him even though invisible along with a half dozen rats and vermin and he had come up with squat. Hed taken a break to refocus his approach and refuel. While he made a quick pb and j...a quintiple layer monstrosity for max ghost energy, he couldn't shake the flash of ghost energy he felt before the signal had dissapeared. Such an intense rage, lined with pain and perhaps deep within it a coal of fear, sparking the flames of rage. It nagged at him picking at his core.
He reached over, rolling on his bed to fumble for his phone, sandwich half eaten as he opened a familiar group chat.
Dan da dan man: sooooo little fun fact for today. You know those summoning pings Ive been getting all week? Before they were like nudges but this morning seems like they managed to get the right combo buttons as it almost pulled me in, but I have that important english paper and aint nobody got time for that. So I just said like...No? and it kinda worked except .....
Sam a Lamb sauce: Danny. WHAT. DID. YOU. DO?
Tuck Nugget: Do I need to make popcorn or prep the guns?
Sama a Lamb sauce: You don't have any guns after the last ditch and run Tucker.
Tuck Nugget: Hey baby no one can dis-ARM me of these sexies...
(Attached photo of a blurry bicep)
Dan da dan man: lol Nice one Tuck
Sam a Lamb sauce: Tucker I swear at the ancients if you start another pun war I will mail you some of my new snap dragon flowers to eat all your socks.
Tuck Nugget: Jokes on you, I gave up socks for scandalating ankles in crocs!
Sam a Lamb Sauce: Ignoring that...Danny please continue telling us what trouble you have gotten into now?
Da dan dan man: yeah that... well when I managed to slap the summons away it kinda latched onto another ghost instead?
Tuck nugget: Daaaaannnnnyyyyyy noooo....
Sam a Lamb Sauce: Can we just ignore it please?
Dan da dan man: Its just that, when I chased after it, there was this like cry? It keeps nagging at my core... It was full of intense anger but I think at the base it was covering fear and well...
Sam a lamb sauce: Your obsessions not gonna let that one go...alright what can we do to help?
Tuck Nugget: Once a hero always a hero.
Dan da dan man: well the thing is the signal disapeared and I searched like sooo many blocks full of buildings and while im gonna go back out and search more, I thought a little reearch of the area might speed things up.
Sama a lamb sauce: Deep dive into gotham cults and wacko groups. What fun.
Tuck Nugget: Im sure the Local night bats have quite the library of loony death summoning groups to purview...
Sam a Lamb Sauce: oh no you cannot go hacking the batman computer again. I do not want them on our radar.
Dan da dan man: But... they prbably have the most up to date info then what the general web would have. Im sure it will be fine,Tuckers got 1337 skillz.
Tuck nugger: (thumbs up <3 <3 <3 emoji)
Sam a Lamb Sauce: famous last words.
Dan da dan man: Im gonna head out again see if I can comb a few more blocks.
Tuck nugget: RIP your english grade
Sam a Lamb Sauce: Let's hope it's just his english this time.
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Please more niragi
Warmth ♡ Suguru Niragi
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Suguru Niragi x Fem!Reader ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚
Author's Note: UNEDITED! It is so unbelievably hard to find good photos of this man. I don't own any characters or images!
Genre: Smut
Summary: After surviving a brutal game, you and Niragi take shelter in an abandoned building on a cold night. Light banter and teasing leads to more intimate moments between you two.
Word Count: 2170
Warnings: OOC Niragi, language, mentions of death, sexual content, penetration, biting, name calling, masochism, degradation, fingering, praise, begging, and some hair pulling.
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It wasn't meant to turn out this way. You and Niragi had barely made it out of the game alive. Now, instead of driving back to the Beach in victory, you were journeying through the empty city on foot because, of course the keys had been left on a dead player and were too risky to retrieve.
"Remind me again, why I let you talk me into switching to your group?" You grumbled, glancing at Niragi as you trekked through the dimly lit streets.
"Because you're hopeless without me." He shot back, smirking despite the exhaustion in his steps. You rolled your eyes, adjusting your grip on the backpack slung over your shoulder.
"Right, because you're the poster child for good decisions." You two had been walking for what felt like hours. The cold night air danced against your skin and your muscled ached from the demanding game earlier.
You weren't sure how much longer you could keep going. Niragi didn't seem too thrilled at the thought of continuing all the way back to the Beach either, although he would never admit it outright.
Eventually, you spotted an old, abandoned building up ahead. Unlike many other buildings, it seemed mostly intact. It looked like it must've been a shop or cafe, but now it was just another hollow shell in the Borderlands.
"Hey, that looks good enough." You say, motioning towards the building. "We can stop and rest there for tonight." You began making your way to your safe haven of the night without waiting for a response.
"Fine." Niragi sighed, catching up to you. For once, he didn't argue. He was definitely tired too. "Don't go falling asleep. There's not a chance I'm taking first watch."
Inside the building wasn't much different from the outside. It was dusty, cold, and lit only by the moonlight filtering through broken windows. Still, it was better than wandering aimlessly through the city at night. You found a pile of old blankets folded neatly on the counter. They were probably left by someone who had been camping there before.
"Toss me one." Niragi hollered to you, sitting against the wall with a grunt. Instead of gently handing it over, like a normal person, you balled up a blanket and threw it at his head.
"What the hell?!" He let out a muffled yell as the blanket hit him square in the face. He yanked it off, glaring at you with an irritated expression.
"Oops." You said, innocently, trying to hide the grin playing at your lips. "Sorry. My aim is shit when I'm feeling so tired." You picked up a blanket for yourself, wrapping it around your shoulders as you approached him.
"Your ass is lucky I'm too tired to get up and strangle you right now." He muttered, with no real threat in his voice. You sat down against the wall beside him. The air was freezing, and even with the added layer, you could feel the chill seeping in.
Glancing at Niragi, you notice him shivering slightly, despite his attempts to look unbothered. Without a word, you shuffled closer, throwing half your blanket over him.
"What are you doing?" He stiffened immediately, giving you a suspicious look.
"Relax. I'm not gonna bite. Not unless you want me to." You teased. "You just look like you're about to turn into an icicle or something." He stared at you incredulously.
"You... You're annoying. You know that?" He said, ultimately deciding not to push you away. His body relaxed as he shifted slightly closer to you. You raise an eyebrow, grinning at him. "Relax. I just don't feel like freezing tonight, okay?"
You hum in acknowledgement before a comfortable silence fills the air between you. The shared warmth made the cold of the night slightly more bearable. Every so often, you would catch Niragi glancing at you out of the corner of his eye.
"Why aren't you scared of me?" He asked suddenly, his voice quieter than usual. You turned your head to look at him, slightly surprised by the question.
"I dunno." You answer honestly. It's true, you aren't scared of him, despite everything. "I mean, I know you're just as bad as everyone says, but not to me. Do I personally got a reason to be afraid of you? Should I sleep with an eye open tonight?"
He opened his mouth to say something but then closed it with a thoughtful expression. You wonder what he was going to say before he stopped himself.
"You're really annoying." He muttered after a moment. You chuckle, leaning your head against the wall. If you didn't know any better, you could've sworn you saw a soft smile on his lips.
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say." You scoff. "We both know you'd be painfully bored without me." You scoot closer to him, your body searching for warmth.
"You keep acting like you know me so well." He murmured. "You're not scared of what I could do?" There's practically no space between you, and it's almost like he's whispering in your ear.
"I just don't think you'd do anything to hurt me." You reply, your eyes meeting his.
"So, you've either got crazy guts, or you're just unbelievably stupid." You could feel his warm breath hitting your face, and you couldn't help but crave more of his heat.
"Maybe both." You leaned closer, your heart racing as you felt the tip of his nose brush against yours. "I guess that makes us a pretty good match, huh?"
Wordlessly, his hand reached up, brushing against your cheek in a way that was surprisingly gentle for someone like him. You shivered at his touch.
You weren't quite sure who moved first, but before you could overthink it, you found yourselves closing the distance. Your lips met in a rough, but strangely tender kiss.
His hand shift to your scalp, pulling you deeper into the kiss as his tongue slips into your mouth. You can feel the warmth building in your chest as his other hands reaches for the hem of your shirt.
He bites down lightly on your lower lip, earning a yelp to escape from your throat. He chuckled, pulling back for a moment to look at your face. There is a flash of possessiveness in his eyes as he crawls on top of you, carefully laying you beneath him.
Fortunately, the blankets are large enough to still cover both of your bodies. Yet, it somehow didn't matter. You already felt warm enough with his right hand acting as a cushion between your head and the ground, and his left hand snaking up your shirt.
"Cozy?" He asked with a grin. You'd heard the rumors of how rough Niragi could be. However, it felt as though you were seeing a slightly different side of him. Beneath it all, he cared about you. He cared about your comfort and your warmth.
You nod, a similar smile on your face. Niragi lowered his face to yours, peppering kisses along your jawline before reaching your neck. He wanted to mark you. He wanted everyone on the Beach to see you covered in hickies and bruises belonging to him. So, he did exactly that.
He kissed and licked at your neck and collarbone. Your hands found their way into his hair, tugging it slightly as if begging to feel more of his body.
"Are you really so cold, princess?" He teased as he pinched at one of your nipples. You let out a gasp, and he began to pull your shirt higher and higher until your chest was exposed to him.
In his left hand, ne began kneading at your breast while his mouth worked on the other. You felt your arousal growing, and you wrapped your legs around his hips. He growled, his teeth grazing your sensitive skin.
"Fuck..." He whispered, pulling his mouth off you. You shivered; your cold wet skin exposed to the chilly air. "You're intoxicating." He grumbled, reaching for the hem of your pants. You quickly assisted him in removing your clothes, your heart racing with anticipation.
Niragi shifted his weight to one side, lifting two fingers to your lips expectantly. You opened your mouth, allowing him to push his fingers against your tongue.
"Suck, like a good girl." He commanded; his voice low with desire. You did exactly as you were told, sucking and likcing his fingers until they were properly lubricated. He pulled his fingers from your mouth, lowering them to the wet warmth between your legs.
"Please..." You whimpered, the word slipping from your lips. He paused, shutting his eyes and biting his lip as if trying to control himself.
"Fuck. Do you even know how hard you've made me?" He groans, shoving his fingers inside you. You yelp as they immediately curl against your sweet spot. "All the fucking time, with all your teasing. Fuck. You make me want you so bad."
His fingers pump in and out of you, stretching you out as his lips reattach to yours. Your whimpers and moans are silenced in his mouth. You grow lightheaded, and you can tell Niragi's composure is slowly eroding away.
Your hands reach down to his belt and you unbuckle it, pulling it from his pants. His breath hitches and he pulls away from your passionate kiss. A string of saliva still connects the two of you.
"Don't start something you can't finish." He growls, his fingers still curling inside you. You bite your lip, suppressing your sounds of pleasure for a moment.
"Oh, I'll m-make sure you finish." You tease, stuttering your way through your words. He huffs, pulling his fingers out of you, leaving you feeling empty.
He works his way through his own clothing as you strip your remaining garments and toss them aside. In a matter of seconds, you are both completely bare and vulnerable in front of each other.
He grips at your thigh, leaving nail marks in it as he hoists your leg over his shoulder. He positions himself at your entrance, his cock already leaking precum.
With the quick motion of his hips, he begins pushing into you, making you feel fuller than ever before. He bottoms out, suppressing a moan behind his thinly shut lips.
"Please, Niragi." You whine, rolling your hips. He inhales sharply, squeezing his nails so roughly against your skin that you believe it may bleed. "...Move."
"Yeah?" He leans forward, pressing his forehead against yours as he pulls back, then thrusts forward. You squeak with pleasure as he repeats the action. "You want me to move? Alright, slut. I'll give you exactly what you're asking for."
The way he pounds into you is animalistic. Possessive. It's impossible to contain the moans flowing from your lips as you take him. Your nails dig into his back, leaving scratch marks which will remain in his skin for several days.
"You squeeze around m-me so good. F-Fuck." His voice quakes in your ear. "Like y-you're sucking me in. Such a fucking whore. So desperate f-for my cock."
His sweat drips onto you, but you couldn't care less. Your mind is swirling from the pleasure, and you're locked in on the sounds of your wet skin slapping against his. The warmth and passion are overwhelming.
"Niragi!" You whimper, breathlessly. "P-Please- I'm so close!" You beg as he drops your leg off his shoulder, allowing him to press his chest against yours. You lock your legs around his hips, as if pleading for him to keep going.
"Shit." He gasps, wrapping his arms around you. "Me too, princess." His thrusts grow sloppy and his breaths shorter. "Beg for it, my good girl."
"P-Please!" You can feel the pressure building as you beg for your release. "Fuck- Please Niragi! Please let me cum- Please! I n-need to c-cum, please!"
"A-Ah-" His thrusts stutter as he twitches inside you. "Fuck- Cum for me, baby." He huffs before pressing his lips against yours.
He continues messily thrusting into you as you both ride out your highs, his seed spilling inside you. He moans in your mouth, pulling away from the kiss as he pulls out of you, combined liquids spilling out of your body.
His trembling body slumped beside you. Never before had you seen Niragi so drained of energy. Slowly, your heart calmed, and your breathing slowed back to normal.
You rested against his side, enveloped up in the warmth of shared blankets and lingering closeness. Niragi didn't have much to say, but he wrapped his arm firmly around you, holding you in an oddly comforting way.
"You're still annoying." He exhaled, but there was no malice in his tone. Only exhaustion and playful teasing. You chuckle, nestling closer to him.
"You're still pretending like you don't like me." You shoot back, but the comment falls on deaf ears. Niragi has already drifted into a rare, but peaceful sleep.
Maybe the Borderlands was cold and cruel, but at least you had found some warmth in each other.
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Monster
Paring: In-ho x reader
You and In-ho have had a steady relationship. You both met at a bar and since that day he has shown you almost every side there is to him. He trusts you with every little secret of his, even how he is the “Frontman” of some sort of game. Although you don't know what type of game it is you just thought it was nothing to worry about. He's your finance. So one day he said that he was going on a work trip which he would take every once in a while. You never went to any of them since you knew it was work, but for some reason you felt like you needed to go this time.
“Hey honey, would you mind if I tag along to your work trip?”
“Um well i'm not sure dear you might get bored and want to go home” He said chuckling nervously.
Now you definitely had to go! He never acted this weird about his work.
“Come on sweetheart it’s just a week right you always come back looking so happy I want to see what brings you so much joy.” you said pushing him to take
“And since it’s work I can be there to cheer you on if you ever feel down you know? So that’s why you should bring me” feeling like this would make him bring you.
He did hesitate for a bit but he said you could come
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After packing and heading on a boat you were surprised that it was just you and him.
“Where’s everyone else?”
“There already at the destination so no need to worry” He said grinning at you
“But I do need to tell you something … Once we get on this island you might see me in a whole other way and I hope that you feel no different than you do now about me” In-ho said in a worried tone
You were confused but what could make you change the way you feel about him
After finally reaching the island he went to the back of the ship and took out an all black leather outfit and a black mask
“What's with the outfit?”
He didn't say a word, he just continued to put it all on and he handed you a similar mask and outfit.
“Just follow me and don't speak to anyone once we get off”
He was almost like another person this couldn't be your In-ho he was never this cold to you, but you didn't ask since your head was spinning with questions
You entered from a pit in the mountains and had to do a lot of climbing but once you saw made it to the top it was dark lit room which looked luxurious but one he walked you to the main room your heart sank… there were people put in track suits with panicked expressions
“In-ho WHAT IS GOING ON!” you yelled at him
“Calm down you haven't even seen what my job is”
He got up and told the guards dressed in pink to escort the players to the first game. You just keep on thinking is this what he meant when he said game
Once everyone was escorted to what seemed to be a dry land with a robot girl, that's when the true horrors began. You saw the robot turn around and say “green light” maybe this might be nothing to worry about, it's just a kids game. Maybe his job was to entertain people. Then the robot said red light and once she turned around the people who were moving were shot and blood flew everywhere.
Now this was something that you could not unsee. You looked up to now see the man you had trusted he was smiling he looked like he could laugh any second
“I'm leaving, I'm sorry but I can't be with you anymore after this. I know I said I wasn't going to see you differently but this was something I was expecting.
“NO WAIT YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME” He grabbed your arm aggressively and would let you go
“You know too much and I can't have you reporting this to the police just stay here and nothing will happen to you I swear”
You were trembling “Im sorry but I just can't I swear I wont tell the police but please just let me leave”
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He let go of your arm and you just ran leaving the same way you entered Once you made it out you felt a sharp and hot feeling coming from your chest as you looked down you saw blood which made you fall you turned around and saw him the man you once loved the one you thought you knew everything about … your future husband
He had tears in his eyes he tried not to look pathetic but he really was he loved you with all his heart and he had to now kill you just for a selfish reason of him not getting found out and he knew that you wouldn't say anything but he still had to do it
“I will always love you” Those were your final words before you collapsed and had stopped breathing. He just came near you holding your cold body in his arms
Now he was truly a monster
A/n: OHH YEAAA ANOTHER ONE DONE ISTG LEE BYUNG HUN is just so FINEEEE LIKEEE!!!
I hope y'all enjoy this!!
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No grave can hold my body down; I'll crawl home to her
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
There’s a knock at the door while you’re making breakfast for yourself and Sevika (scrambled eggs and smoked sausage you had found in the icebox). Sevika yells that the doors open, and you pop out of the kitchen to see Vander step inside. Wiping your hands on your apron, you let the eggs cool on the stove, having finished cooking.
“Vander! What can we do for you? We might have some extra breakfast, if you want,” you offer, leaning against the doorframe.
“No thank you, Silco and I had a big breakfast already,” Vander chuckles, patting his stomach. “I only dropped by to give you two this and to assign you a job for the next three weeks.”
“Oh?” you tilt your head, taking the manila folder he holds out to you. Inside are two envelopes, one for each of you.
“It’s your first patrol pay and Sevika’s sick pay. Jinx told us what happened – that Sevika was injured saving a kid from the weather station –“ he turns his attention to Sevika – “Silco and I are giving you three weeks off. You will take them and you will rest.”
“Don’t worry, Vander, I’ll make sure she becomes well-acquainted with her own couch,” you giggle as Sevika merely glowers at him.
“Good,” Vander nods his head, turning back to you. “For now, I am assigning you to assist Singed. His lab is at the far end of town, just head down the stairs and into the old bunker to find him – I’ll show you, when you’re ready to head out. He runs the clinic when he has time and is working on a cure for shimmer. I’m not sure how much help he needs, but Silco thought it would be good for you to at least work with him a little in case you had questions about Sevika’s healing process.”
“Thank you, I’ve been meaning to meet him, actually. I’d like to swap notes with him on the infected in case I know anything that can help but forgot to write down. Plus, a little first aid never hurt,” you chirp, rocking a bit on your heels. Your fingers itch to hug him in thanks, but you barely know this man and have no idea what his personal boundaries are. Instead you ask: “Are you sure you don’t want any breakfast? We have yet to eat, and I can’t work on an empty stomach.”
“Okay, you’ve twisted my rubber arm – but just a small plate, please. I don’t want to take from your breakfast,” he concedes easily, taking a seat on the couch.
“Eh, I made enough leftovers in case Sevika got hungry. I was planning on coming to find you for a different job. But you beat me to it!” you explain, spinning around and heading back into the kitchen.
Vander attempts to start up small talk with Sevika, who’s barely awake, making you giggle to yourself as you plate the food. You have more than enough for the three of you, giving Vander a bit more than he asked for (if he didn’t finish it all, that is perfectly fine with you. You firmly believed in eating what you needed to feel full). Vander ends up eating his whole plate, just like Sevika (thankfully, you had been worried she was going to pick at it). Vander continues his attempt at small talk throughout breakfast, continuing while you’re grabbing your gear from your room. Sevika is barely having it, sleep weighing her mind down heavily as you check she’s got everything she needs for the day. She waves a hand loosely in your direction, grumbling something about getting some shut eye, and falling asleep mere moments later. You and Vander have a good chuckle before slipping out the door and into the street.
The walk is peaceful, with Vander catching you up about the lives of various people you pass on the street. You learn more about the architectural history of the houses you pass (apparently, Jinx has had more than a hand in blowing up a fair few of them that were too infected to renovate, while Ekko rebuilt them from the ground up from guidebooks and catalogues he had scavenged in the ruins of old cities). Vander also fills you in on local gossip, from the latest calf to be birthed to Grayson’s retirement from being the town sheriff last year, passing the title down to Caitlyn. Slowly, you get the sense that not much happens in Zaun, even amidst an apocalypse.
Eventually, you find yourself standing in front of an old bunker; its concrete walls are covered in vines and Jinx’s graffiti. The bunker itself is surrounded by a row of surprisingly well-manicured flowerbeds of various colours. Each flowerbed is filled with only the exact same flour, though there are some discrepancies in colour (such as a few pink flowers amongst white ones). You get the sense that Sevika’s bees may be meddling here. Vander informs you that they’re for Singed’s herbs and medicinal remedies, though you’re fairly certain at least six of the ones you can see are poisonous or cause intense hallucinations. Just who are you signing up to work for?
“Ah, Vander, what can I do for you this fine morning?” an unfamiliar voice asks, curling his tongue around the words. You turn to see a bald older man dressed in sickly green lab scrubs and a dried-blood-coloured apron with matching gloves that went past his elbows. He has large bags around his eyes and a sombre expression on his face reminiscent of someone attending a funeral.
“Singed, this is your new assistant – for a limited time. She will be under your employ for three weeks until Sevika is back on her feet,” Vander says confidently, patting your shoulder reassuringly.
“Ah, the one with the journals – yes, I remember you… well, I supposed an assistant couldn’t hurt. So long as you don’t sick the dog of Zaun on me, that is,” Singed hums, drumming the tips of his fingers together.
“The dog of… do you mean Sevika?”
“Oh, did I fail to mention that part? Singed and Sevika… don’t get along,” Vander admits, scratching the back of his neck.
“She remembers too much of who I once was,” Singed sighs. “A pity, really; it is quite fascinating that she managed to survive an infected bite.”
You shudder, every hair standing on edge. You’re almost certain he doesn’t mean Sevika’s recent bite, yet the tone in which he says it irks you. No wonder Sevika didn’t want to see this guy…
“Welp, I’ll leave you two alone. I’m sure you’ll get along swimmingly. Any questions or concerns, come see me!” Vander promptly says, spinning around and speedwalking away. Clearly just as uncomfortable as you are. Great.
“Should we get to work?” Singed asks, picking up his basket full of herbs and flowers.
“Lead the way,” you reply, biting down your trepidation. The last thing you need is to get on his bad side on the first day.
Singed’s lab is filled full of a daunting amount of chemicals, explosives, poisons and mystery liquids. There’s an old doctor’s chair in the centre of the room, a cluttered desk off to the side, and a giant fish tank that has been drained and refitted as a mice enclosure. It’s stuffed full of tubes, bedding, and enrichment food bowls. It is the main source of entertainment for Singed’s cat, Maud, who sits on a nearby chair staring at it intently. Singed hands you some safety gear (a lab coat, gloves, goggles, the works), gestures to the infected corpse on the table, and the two of you get to work. He doesn’t seem to care that you have very little training in this subject, only that you are willing to learn. You spend entirely too much time fretting over what to do right that you continuously make mistakes due to your overthinking. Your first being mixing a potion too long because you didn’t trust your own counting speed, and having it blow up in your face. Luckily, you were unharmed, only soot-covered.
Singed seems far more knowledgeable than anyone you have met on the infected, having the stages of shimmer committed to memory. When you explain the newest one you found, he is momentarily phased before frantically writing it down in his notebook. Then, he proceeds to interrogate you for the rest of the hour for all the information you can recall. He seems especially interested in their increased health and the “mother’s” continued care, despite her corrupted form, for the young girl you found. You aren’t entirely sure that his curiosity is harmless, and make a mental note to warn Jinx away from Singed for the next little while. You make a secondary mental note to keep an eye on the little girl, to make sure Singed doesn’t catch her alone to pester her with questions.
Contradictory to your original assumptions, getting on Singed’s bad side is an incredibly hard task, because you spend the rest of the day making a complete fool of yourself. You mix things together that you shouldn’t, spill various bottles that definitely shouldn’t be spilt, and nearly kill Singed’s pet cat by starting an accidental fire on the chair she was sleeping on. All while Singed laughs and dismisses any mistake. He spends the majority of the day asking you questions about the infected, dissecting various parts brought to him, and making you fix your own mistakes. By lunch, you have learnt not only how to clean up your own messes, but how to avoid making them in the first place. He takes you out to the local sandwich shop in town to congratulate you. The two of you sit on a park bench in his flower garden to eat.
“You are doing better than my last assistant,” Singed comments through a mouthful.
“Oh, thank you. I was kinda worried you thought I was a complete fuck-up by this point,” you chuckle nervously, stuffing your face with another bite of sandwich.
“Do not get me wrong; you are quite spectacularly awful at this job. However, you improve with each mistake. In a way, you are learning science the way of the scientist – through trial and error. My last assistant was bit by an infected on his first day.”
“So, I’m just better than a guy who got himself killed?”
“Correct.”
“Okay… that makes me feel less comforted.”
“Do not beat yourself up – I said you were learning. That is the most important. Perhaps try trusting me next; my instructions will help you to ‘fuck-up’ less.” Singed makes air quotes around the swear, his half-eaten sandwich still in hand.
“I will endeavour to do so,” you say, wanting to sound smarter than you’ve shown yourself to be over the last few hours.
“Very good,” Singed nods, and the conversation falls silent once more.
The second half of the day is spent tending to various injuries, maladies and illnesses in the clinic. It seemed like practically everyone in town was accident-prone! Patient after patient came and went from the clinic, practically turning the door into a revolving door, as you become increasingly concerned that no one here had any sense of self-preservation. Several Fireflies came in with various broken bones – one with a nail through their hand – all wearing patched-together construction crew gear. Mel, a woman you had previously yet to meet, arrived in a frazzled state, dragging a stumbling Viktor behind her. Who apparently had only fallen asleep at his desk from exhaustion, but due to his chronic illness, Mel had feared he was dead. Singed merely sighed and set the pair home with strict orders for Viktor to rest. The most ironic case was Salo, who had a bad bought of food poisoning and arrived with Grayson’s help (she looked thoroughly unimpressed at the whole affair). After some interrogative bedside conversation while treating Salo, you made a mental note to avoid drinking the cider for a little while.
You learned more about treating the sick that afternoon than you had your whole life… or, at least, you learnt more about how Singed treats the sick.
At the end of the day, Singed clapped his hands together, sent the last patient home, and ushered you out with them (after returning your lab equipment). In the doorway, he thrust a wad of cash into your hands.
“Here is your pay for today. I expect you back tomorrow at seven o’clock sharp – not a moment later! Now, shoo!” Singed orders you, waving his hands to usher you out the door.
“Okay, okay, I’m going,” you laugh, stepping into the sunlight and heading down the garden path. You get a few steps away, before turning around and calling out: “Thank you for teaching me today!”
Singed, who had been standing in the doorway, watching you leave, merely nods his head and says: “You were a very agreeable student.” Then, he turns around and walks back inside.
You head down the trail and toward the grocer, intent on picking up something to serve to Sevika. Knowing her, she probably hadn’t moved off the couch all day and was starving by now. Not exactly ideal for the healing process.
The grocery store has fresh hamburger patties and buns today, so you purchase four of each, feeling extra hungry. You grab a jar of pickles, a fresh tomato, some lettuce and horseradish sauce, content with following your stomach around the store. There are quite a few more people in here today, but thanks to your recent acquaintanceship with nearby half the town during clinic hours, you feel more comfortable being here. You are meant to be here.
You find Sevika exactly where you left her, yet find yourself stunned in the doorway. Having expected her to be napping, you are entirely caught off-guard to find her with a crochet hook and yarn in her hands! Immediately, your brain clicks as to where all of the crocheted blankets came from. You had never expected Sevika to be the source, given that she is missing one hand, and crocheting is traditionally a two-handed activity. Sitting next to her is a small contraption, doing the job of holding the yarn steady that her missing hand would have done. From the stack of granny squares on her lap, she has been at this for quite a while today.
You cough to catch her attention and she jumps, face flushed red as she scrambles to hide her hobby. She avoids your gaze, electing to stare at the floor instead. “You… hungry? I bought some burgers on the way home.”
“Shit, is it that late already –“ you nod – “Yeah, yeah, I could eat. Finished the scrambled eggs a while ago, actually. They were good.”
“Good to hear, you need to eat to heal,” you hum, picking up one of her granny squares and humming in approval. Purely for her benefit – you wanted to assure her that this wasn’t something you were about to judge her on. “These are impressively good, by the way.”
“Thanks,” she says awkwardly, ducking her head away from the praise.
“I like the colours,” you continue. The squares are made up of orange, yellow, brown and red yarn, which blend together in a flower-like design that resembles a cunt if you stare at it for too long. You stifle a snicker, not wanting to offend Sevika accidentally when you’re only laughing at the (possibly intentional) dirty design. “The autumn tones really complement each other. Reminds me of leaf piles just before winter, when they were crispest.”
“Thanks,” Sevika says again, more mumbling it into the granny square she’s working on than anything. Luckily for her, your stomach growls. She chuckles and pokes your gut: “You should get cookin’, before we die of starvation.”
“Alright, alright – I really do think they’re pretty,” you say one final time before disappearing into the kitchen.
Burgers are easy enough to make – Sevika has a small grill on the deck, which you utilize to cook them to perfection and toast the buns. Then you cut up the tomato, grab a few condiments from the ice box, and lay out everything outside. It’s far more difficult to disentangle Sevika from her yarn and get her outside. Eventually, the two of you manage it, and you get some fresh air into Sevika’s lungs.
In the middle of dinner, Sevika slides the envelope from Vander across to you. “Here, use this the next time you’re buying groceries.”
“Sevika, I can’t; this is –“
“My money to give away. You’re damn good at cooking, and I ain’t doing much of anything right now. At least let me help in the ways that I can, or I’m gonna go stir crazy sittin’ in this house for three weeks. Maybe buy me some yarn when you’re out, too.”
You chew your lip, debating if it is worth it to continue to fight her on this. With a heavy sigh, you relent, realizing that arguing will get you nowhere right now. “Okay, alright. But I’m only buying groceries and yarn. Everything else, I can use my own money for.”
“Deal,” Sevika grunts, stuffing another bite of her hamburger in her mouth and practically moaning. “So fucking worth it.”
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Routine overtakes you before you even see it coming; it takes three weeks for Sevika’s leg to heal, during which you find yourself growing closer with Zaun’s community. In the mornings, you get up, make breakfast for you and Sevika (usually yogurt, eggs and toast), fluff her pillows on the couch, and tell her not to die while you’re gone. Then, you head over to Singed’s on the edge of town, descending into the basement as you button up your lab coat. He’s always happy to see you – in that unhinged, manic sort of way that leads you into a day’s work of experiments, questions and procedures. He has you do the medical checks for the clinic, assisting when needed but trusting you won’t kill anyone. After the day’s over, he pays you – a nice change from having to wait two weeks to a month back in the old world. Having your pay early was a welcome change, as after work you’d run errands – mostly groceries as Sevika didn’t have a working fridge to keep meat inside of. You became great friends with Salo, as he was usually at the grocery store inspecting the aisles at the same time you were shopping. He gave you the downlow on all the meats – which came in today, which had been frozen, and which would pair best with what alcohol. He was very rarely wrong.
For the first week, you squirrelled your pay away until you could afford a dining table from Grayson. She tried to give you a discount for all your hard work, but you had been so triumphant from finally earning enough for a table that you’d outright refused her. She threw in four chairs, free of charge, and argued you down to inviting her over for dinner one night. You decided that was acceptable (and you’re glad you did, as Jinx and Isha – the young girl you saved – started coming over for dinner practically every night thereafter).
Once you run all your errands, you head home to cook dinner. Sevika was always on the couch, snoring away with her hand folded over her stomach. You would sneak past her – some days she woke up and some days she kept snoring – into the kitchen to cook dinner. By the time it was almost done, Sevika would be up, leaning against the doorframe or sitting on the counter, stomach growling as she watched you work. You would give her any scraps that couldn’t fit in the pan to tide her over. Usually, half a carrot or a few pieces of spinach. By this time, Jinx and Isha would barge into the house, bringing honey from Sevika’s bees, as they had been looking after them for her. Sevika pretended to be annoyed, but you caught her smiling every time Isha gave her a new drawing or Jinx said that Isha picked the flavour of honey for today. Honey was typically saved for after-dinner tea, paired with whatever baked goods you had tried to make that weekend, as you had all your weekends off. Each night, the three of them claimed you outdid yourself with dinner – you weren’t so sure, but you enjoyed the praise nonetheless. You made everything from ribs to chicken to soup, and some days, you were super lazy and just made breakfast or beans, rice and leftovers.
Once dinner was finished, Isha and Sevika would retire to the living room to “play” (Isha usually drew on the floor while Sevika tried to guess what she was drawing), while you and Jinx did the dishes. You had tried to insist that Jinx didn’t have to as she was a guest, but she had argued that since she was eating your food every night, this was the least she could do in return.
Weekends were spent relaxing, with Sevika trying your baked goods and the two of you lounging high and happy on her couches. However, the best part of Sevika’s three-week-long sabbatical is that she has all but insisted you come to bed with her every night. Your bed sits untouched in your room as you curl up at Sevika’s side once the moon looms over your head. The loft is far warmer than the rest of the house, though that could just be Sevika’s body heat leeching into your bones. Your heart hammers each time you lay down with her, curled up protectively in her arms. She is usually awake before you each morning, playing with your hair until you rouse with her.
Until one morning, you’re changing Sevika’s bandages and find only small, white scars.
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Rey, who is in my very biased opinion, one of the funniest "girls" I have because she's just a guy, truly. Like Rey is just short for Reynold because he was recruited by a a goddess to help the hero she selected and the hero is conveniently Reynold's younger brother. So he agrees to help under the condition that the goddess gives him a female body for the other world. She's like "really odd flex but whatever" and gives him a female form and he's like "you know. I can't really blame anyone but myself for not specifying 'please don't turn me into a Lisa Frank personification'."
#my characters#ya know since i draw daily idk if ill do any challenges this month#i know theres a LOT of them out there but i might hold off and do huevember as a challenge and let this month just be chill#for what its worth he only asks for a female body because his baby brother (like 10 years younger than him)#commented ONE TIME ugh its so weird to have you dote on me like this#why couldnt you have been an older sister or look less suspicious#so when sent to help his brother hes like RIGHT GOT IT GIRL TIME LIKE THE MOST LOGIC COURSE OF ACTION#then does a really good job at helping the hero and then gets abducted by the demon army and#as rey keeps challenging the demons checking on him in the dungeon (who are all very kind?) to just interrogate him already#and they just ask why would they do that? they just wanted her outta the way for a bit#cause they dont actually want to hurt anyone and then the demon lord keeps personally visiting rey and continues#to point out how she gives him a headache and how the core is different than the shell#and so then he offers to revert rey back to his original form and reynold immediately accepts#and so now hes just a guy again surrounded by v nice demons#and hes like please just be mean ive been trained to handle violence you have to stop being nice#im not used to nice ok you have to be mean or else im going to develop stockholm syndrome#and the demons are just ?? we dont .... dont know.... what that is.......... what.....#then he gets engaged to the demon lord and all is well ! he becomes the trophy husband to the demon lord#and the world is saved (it was never at risk)#i have a lot of love for the idiots in this plot#because reynold and sascha are literal husbands thinking oh no my beloved husband is only married out of convenience to meeee#and solei is the goddess who recruited him and is so mad that reynold is more of a gremlin than sascha#like why is this mere mortal somehow worse than THE DEMON LORD how in the world#and reynold runs around just adopting all of the demon army and is like yeah#ill be the trophy husband with a hundred kids and a hot 7ft tall demon husband who can change into a huge dragon#and hes really content in this role!#but for a while he does appear as rey and hates how much of a highlighter he is
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