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plscallmeeren · 1 year ago

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DON‘T MIND THAT

Darcy Lewis x Reader

Request: Yep :) and it makes me very happy

Summary: you work as an on-the-field medic for the Avengers and are dating Darcy Lewis (your girlfriend of four years, lucky you) and realise that her combat skills could use some serious improvement. Training turns out to be more fun than expected

Warnings: Swearing; insinuations of sex; some touching and almost sexy stuff I guess; violence (not heavily depicted or anything)

Word Count: 3.1K+

Darcy cackled at a line Sheldon had pulled, not letting the smile slip from your face seeing her so happy.

With one more 'bazinga' the scene came to a close and Leonard and Penny were making out in his bed.

You looked down at Darcy who was sitting in between your legs, slowly munching on a musli bar, clad in only a lacy bralette and panties due to the fact that you had only recently woken up.

"That doesn't look too bad, does it, love?" you grinned, moving your thumbs in circles where your hands lay on her tummy.

"Mhm, no... 'M not satiated yet from last night," she teased, her words growing more clear as she spoke. She rolled around so that her cleavage hung around your groin and she could look up at you through those damned lashes.

"Yeah? You looked pretty tired when I was finished with you, I'd say," you smirked, your hands moving to grip her ass, encouraging her legs towards you as she placed a gentle kiss against you boxers.

"Ten minutes until take-off. New location discovered. Please meet at Quinjet in bay 16-A," came the annoying, annoying, annoying, annoying voice of JARVIS.

"Fuuuck," you groaned, throwing your head back and hissing when it hit the headboard.

"You want me to kiss it better?" Darcy offered, sitting a little more upright but not making the view any less inviting - or, for that matter, teasing.

"I'm gonna need lots of kissing better when I get back, yeah?" She kissed your forehead adorably in the meantime.

You quickly stood up, dragging the leather suit out of your closet and hurriedly changing into it while JARVIS opened the slot behind your mirror to present the armour-ish part of your suit.

"Hey, I know this sounds totally crazy, but- Could I come with you? Just to try it out. If it doesn't work, that's fine by me. I can offer some insight into which paperwork might be important, too, considering there's always the trouble of JARVIS not being able to scan everything fast enough. I've had some combat training, I might just survive," she spoke very quickly. You attempted a laugh, but you didn't truthfully find it particularly funny.

"Are you sure about this, hon'? No one here's really assessed you on your combat skills and even if we arm you to the teeth- Well, I suppose you'd be flanked at all times and you have fought, kinda, sorta, with Jane before, but..." You started mumbling at an inaudible pace and volume, arguing back and forth with yourself even though you already knew what you wanted to say and your unfortunate answer.

"Okay, give me a sec." You pressed the button on your suit connecting you via audio to whoever's name you spoke first. "Tony, can Darcy come? I'll cover her at all times and she thinks she can give some insight on the paperwork problem. Preferably, none of you get too injured, that's all."

"You sure about this?" came the staticky reply.

"Y-Yeah."

"Okay, your mirror will close again and give it like- I dunno, three minutes and JARVIS can make her a decent catsuit-type thing. We have all her sizes, obviously. Stay safe."

You sighed gently as you nodded at your girlfriend in confirmation. She beamed. "Does this mean I'm a superhero now?"

"Sure. I guess you were already an Avenger or whatever, generally speaking. JARVIS will have just a plain suit made in about three minutes."

"Oh yeah, they did ask me about my sizes when I first got here... guess they didn't wanna seem creepy and scan me." You smiled down guiltily and her brows furrowed. "They did that, too?"

"They do everything." You placed the two guns in their holsters and heaved your foot up onto the side of the bed to slip another knife into a thigh-holder. The medical attachments hung around your middle and on your back.

"You're so hot when you do that," she whispered, glancing once again at your thigh.

"Thanks, love."

The mirror opened, revealing a catsuit which looked like it was going to be very tight indeed. Darcy gazed at it in awe.

"Are you sure that's gonna fit me?"

"JARVIS knows you better than yourself." It was simple and black, not unlike Natasha's but missing a few key components that she had requested over the years. It had one gun holster, and that was about it for weaponry.

She exchanged her current attire for some sports underwear before pulling the suit on and finally turning around, asking you to do up the zipper even though she could very well reach it herself.

Just before you could turn the TV off as you handed a gun to Darcy, Sheldon walked in on Leonard and Penny almost having sex, and you chuckled at the fitting scenario before turning it off.

You could admire your girlfriend properly now. You knew her body inside and out, but to see the leather clinging to her every curve was another matter. You wondered desperately if you were going to let either of you get shot because you were so distracted.

You grabbed her by the hips and kissed her deeply, unfortunately aware of the timer ticking down to '03:00 minutes remaining'.

She whimpered slightly as you pulled away, still somewhat disappointed at what had been cut short that morning.

"C'mon, let's go. Bay 16-A, was it?"

"That is correct," JARVIS answered immediately, making you roll your eyes playfully and call out 'wasn't asking you' before you both left the room.

•••

"On your right," you yelled, too pre-occupied with three HYDRA agents of your own to properly defend Natasha.

It was funny how you had grown into a role you definitely didn't intend on signing up for. You were an agent of SHIELD who specified in medicine. Of course, when you were offered the job as a medic for the Avengers you weren't exactly going to say no. But it turned out that the most dangerous injuries they acquired couldn't be trusted to wait until they flew back, especially if they were further away. So, being quite close to them all personally, you offered yourself. The original plan was that you stay in the Quinjet and possibly run onto the field if the others can't afford to move whoever it is. But slowly, ever so slowly, you would venture further and further out on the field to keep look-out, and slowly...

You simply joined in.

Medical attention was still the priority, but they weren't going anywhere without you in the midst, anymore.

You sent a painful front-kick with steel-capped boots to the man right in front of you's solar plexus, presently spinning around and sending two fatal blows to each of the other agent's chests.

Not allowing yourself the time to regain your strength, you shot a woman holding a sword-like thing to Clint's back and turned to find Darcy.

Except you couldn't see her.

You frantically pressed the button on your suit, calling out for her as you ran around aimlessly.

With a stroke of luck, you turned into a part of the building you hadn't entered yet and found her with large eyes, surrounded by three large men and a woman, all equally stern as they held her at gun-point.

"Hey! Four to one, that isn't fair, is it?" you shouted, earning the men's attention, but the woman wasn't falling for it. In quick succession you managed to hit two of them, saving a bullet for the third and then finally turned to see the woman holding your girlfriend in front of her with the gun at her throat.

Your heart pounded in your ears, your lungs hurt from the abnormal intake that wasn't reaching very far at all.

How had you let this happen? Why had you agreed to let her come with no assessment whatsoever? How had you lost her?

"Drop the gun, or I'll use mine," she ordered, and you could see Darcy trembling as she opened her mouth to comment something quick-witted, but you gently shook your head as you lay down your weapons.

Well, not your knife, of course.

"Just hand her over. Please. I won't kill you." The woman hesitated, apparently contemplating if I was still capable of doing such a thing, then laughed as she decided.

"Come to me. I'll have both of you, and if you're lucky, you'll survive."

That's when you noticed that she had actually managed to cuff Darcy, making things just a tad more complicated. But she was presenting you with the perfect offer.

"Okay, whatever you want," you faked submission, approaching her with raised hands.

"Good. Now-"

You threw your leg up against her face, hearing the satisfying crack of her jaw as you pulled out your knife, wasting no time in ramming it into her heart. "That's what you get for touching my girl," you whispered, and you could see the shivers run up and down Darcy's spine.

"Are you okay?" you asked frantically, looking her up and down with scared eyes as she almost slumped against you.

"Yeah, just- just a little shaky. You know how it is."

You gulped, turned to search the dead woman for keys or the likes.

"If you're looking for keys- these things have a number code, (y/n)," Darcy interrupted your search and you cursed.

"Okay, let's get back to the jet, then. We'll laser it off back home if need be." She nodded, unimpressed, following you outside unhappily as you informed the others through the comms. "Lewis and (L/n) heading back to jet. Still available for specified functions."

A chorus of understanding or envious answers chimed through the speakers as you made your way through the forest, away from the fight. One guy needed putting down, but that was it.

Once you were safely back in the Quinjet, Darcy leaned on you, apologising profusely, but you wouldn't have it. Eventually the other Avengers filed in with only minor injuries and you were undoubtedly grateful for it.

•••

Darcy, in light of the red lines around her wrists, had taken your constructive criticism of her technique very well and gladly agreed to undertake some training with you.

So, there you stood, in an entirely empty Avengers compound, entirely empty training room, entirely empty fighting ring except for the two of you.

"You ready?" you asked, bouncing on your heels to get in the mood.

"Uh, ready as ever. Just dying to land a punch on you," she added playfully and you smirked.

"Okay, how do you punch?"

She moved her legs apart and held two fists in front of her chest unsurely, thumb beneath fingers.

"Okay, lie your thumb across your fingers like this," you demonstrated, Darcy copying easily. "Now, you either have to have offset feet if you want to hold your fists in front of your chest, or you stand like you are now, but with palms facing upwards at your hip."

"It's always chest or hip with you, isn't it?"

You grinned but otherwise ignored the comment, showed one variant, then the other, and the two of you went back and forwards for a while.

"You're gonna wanna...," you trailed off, standing beside her and leading her arms. Leading her body in a way that took the force from much more than just her elbow or shoulder.

"Oh," she chimed, and you chuckled as she toyed with the new position, coming to terms with how it felt and how much more power she could install in a hit.

"Alright, then... blocking."

"Or alternatively, unblocking my path to being a real Avenger."

You spent about an hour straightening out her basics and after a short break promised to reveal some of the more fancy side of close combat.

"So, you jump off of something nearby, could be a wall, could be a fence, anything that will hold you, and then push off, throw your one leg up, preferably not the dominant one..." You kept explaining the move, not noticing Darcy's eyes glued to your lips as you instructed, her gaze occasionally slipping further down where a river of sweat marked your shift down the middle.

"That all understandable? Sorry, I'm so warm, I've gotta-" You pulled off the grey singlet top and sighed in content as the cooler air hit your skin.

Your girlfriend stood slightly stunned, as if she had never seen you half-naked before, eyes raking repeatedly over your glistening body and specifically muscles.

"Start when you're ready."

Having only really heard what move it was and the first few words, Darcy half-heartedly jumped off one rope building the ring and sort of held onto you, trying to wrap her thighs around your neck.

You both fell rather inelegantly, forcing you to catch the fall, and turn in midair, ending with your face still between her thighs.

"Well, I certainly don't mind that position, love." She turned bright red and you laughed softly.

You stood, holding out a hand to invite her up, pulling her close and clasping your hands behind her waist.

"That's awfully close for a student-teacher relationship," Darcy commented, but you could feel the heat from her face, led alone her sweat-drenched body.

"I could teach you all sorts of things."

"Oh, yeah?"

"You know. The butterfly. Spooning. Missionary. Queening..."

Darcy wasn't anything short of daring in the bedroom, but it was very easy to fluster her talking about it.

"Or maybe...," you leaned in very close to her ear, hot breath not the only thing warming inside her, "cowgirl?"

You pulled away, smirked, asked her to try and do the move again if she could concentrate enough.

Body trembling, Darcy dared her body to do what she asked, did a miraculously good job until you were standing with her thighs around your head and she couldn't manage the hypothetical neck-cracking or hypothetical slam.

"Don't you want me on the ground?"

"Yeah, I'm thinking of learning that cowgirl move next. Or was it reverse?"

You smirked, lowering her legs to the height of your waist so that you could hold her by her ass and look her in the eye.

"But I don't know if I want the lesson to continue, you know. You might have to convince me of your subject-"

You pushed your girl against one of the four posts and led your lips to hers, ghosting them for a moment before pulling away again.

Her gaze was trained on your arms, steady as they held her up and so strong and those abs and-

"Are you listening, baby?"

"Y-Yeah. Always."

You pulled away, standing at the edge of the ring where Darcy couldn't bare having you, and gestures for her to come at you.

Not having the slightest idea what you said before, she simply ran at you, fist raised.

With criminal ease you swished her around and she landed softly (with you to thank for that) on her back.

"I think I'm getting too warm, too," she breathed, looking you in the eye as she slipped off the sports top.

You fixated on her breasts, admiring because you knew you were welcome, unaware that your mouth was slightly agape.

"It's only for practical reasons, you can close your mouth, now," she taunted, just as she pulled off her pants as well. You desperately attempted to pick up your jaw, but found it harder than expected. That wasn't the only sense, however, in which your body was betraying you.

Yet with that thought, your eyes wandered further down and you couldn't suppress a smirk.

"Having your legs around my head makes you wet, huh? I didn't even do anything?"

"It's just sweat."

"Right."

"Oh, stop teasing me-" She stood, ran towards you to hold onto you or so, but you swivelled her around so that her back was pressed up against your front, holding onto her instead.

"How am I teasing you? I'm just helping you train..." You trailed sloppy kisses down her nape, nipping at her ear as you passed it.

She moaned gently, caving in on your body to seek more skin contact.

An idea visibly struck her and she pulled away, much to your surprise, lifting her chin as she studied your expression cockily.

"What?"

"I want you to show me just one more move," she said defiantly. "How to get an attacker on the ground. Can you show me?"

You hesitated, wondering what she was up to, but deciding you didn't really mind either way.

Sparsely annotated, you showed her some possible steps and footwork and finally pushed her over, landing with your waist over hers and a hypothetical hand to her throat.

"That what you m-"

She cut you off, pulling you in for a passionate kiss that you gladly reciprocated. Teasing wasn't generally what the two of you did, so after what - in your understanding - was a long time, you were happy to give in.

The kiss started slow, longing, sensuous, but you were both realising it wouldn't be enough for long, quickening your pace to the point you could hardly keep up.

You pulled away shortly, earning a breathy whimper from Darcy, kissing her jaw and then her neck in silent worship. She let a high-pitched moan escape her and you smirked against her skin.

"Do you like this, love?"

"Y-Yeah, I fucking love this," she replied, unusually high and unstable.

Your kisses ventured further and further down, eventually swiping your tongue along the rim of her bra.

"C'mon, then, you can't tell me you've never wanted to fuck someone against the cold, hard floor," Darcy teased, and that was all you needed to hear.

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This is terrible I'm so sorry

Unedited bullshit but anyways it's too late to keep writing hope you enjoy anyway and this was a bit like you imagined from your request :)

Goodnight/morning/day/evening wherever y'all are 🌞

#darcy lewis #fanfic #fanfiction #marvel #mcu fanfiction #romance #the avengers #darcy x yn #reader insert

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aenariasbookshelf · 2 years ago

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Preview - untitled holiday story

In my defense, the entire story is outlined, even though I only have a few thousand words written so far. But it is the right season, and I need an entry for this week’s challenge for @darcylewisbingohq. This preview perfectly fits the ‘returning home prompt’, if I do say so...

title: ...I’ll get back to you on that when I figure it out author: Aenaria rating: this bit is Gen, the whole story is likely to be M/Explicit prompt filled: returning home characters: Darcy Lewis, her family, Steve Rogers, a whole host of other Avengers pairings: Darcy/Steve (this should not be surprising by now) tags/warnings: none for this part, but I’ll update this field as needed link: summary: In which Darcy Lewis returns home for the holidays.

Chapter One - Friday, December 20, 2019

“Yes, Grandma, I swear, I’m coming tomorrow. Yes, I’ll be there by sundown. I’ve already got my train ticket!”

That last statement is a total lie, but Darcy will never tell her grandma that.

She doesn’t have a time management problem, she swears. It’s just that sometimes other things (like helping Jane explore the universe) end up taking priority and she forgets things like buying an Amtrak ticket until she’s at the station, hoping like hell there’s still a seat available and paying through the nose for the one remaining business class ticket on the entire train. But this time? Well, the first night of Hanukkah’s on Sunday. And Christmas is just a few days after that. And everyone under the sun (or at least in the United States) is going to be traveling this weekend.

She’s so screwed.

Maybe she could rent a car and drive? It’s not that long to get to Brooklyn from the Avengers’ Compound, only a few hours. She thinks, at least. She’d have to look at a map.

So, so screwed.

Darcy shoves the latest stack of printed results under one arm, and uses her other shoulder to keep her phone propped by her ear. “Did I what?” she asks, then rolls her eyes when her grandma repeats her question. “No, not yet. I’ll get them something down in Brooklyn...yes, I realize we have all sorts of artsy villages and stores upstate, but I haven’t had time to pick up the perfect trinket for Aunt *insert name here*...why? Because work...look, I’ll text you when I’m on the train tomorrow...Okay, bye Grandma.”

She jabs her thumb down on the little red button with far more force than is needed, and drops the phone into her pocket. The sigh that she lets out is near explosive, and she resists the urge to bang her head against the doorframe to the lab. This really is a minor issue, and Darcy knows she’s making all too big a deal out of something that has a simple solution. But she’s already got that reputation in her family, the one who would be late for her own funeral if she had the chance, of being just that much of a flake because she legitimately forgot about something. And the last thing she wants to do is let down her grandma.

“Okay,” she tells herself, taking a deep breath. “Walk this stuff over to Jane in the main building, then research trains, then research rental cars. You can do this, girl.”

Jane’s lucky in that she and Darcy have a small little lab building to themselves to work out of on the main Avengers’ Compound, so that they can do work at night to their heart’s content and not have to worry about disruptions from busybodies, but there are some days when the main building has the equipment that they need. Also the 24 hour canteen there was a godsend on those days when Darcy had to make sure Jane actually fed her body and not just her brain.

It’s in this main building where Darcy overhears what could possibly be her Hanukkah miracle. It’s a little fuzzy, overheard with one ear as she’s rushing past.

“What time’s your flight at LaGuardia tomorrow? I want to make sure we leave here on time.”

Darcy literally freezes in her tracks, then walks backwards until she’s standing next to Steve and Sam, who have paused in their chatter to watch her bemusedly. “Did I hear you two say you’re heading down to the city tomorrow?” She may be perpetually late, but never let it be said that Darcy doesn’t have balls. Just because Steve may be Captain America doesn’t mean that he’s not a friend of hers (that she has a mad crush on, but she’s not going to think about that right now in her hour of need) that she can’t ask for a favor.

Steve’s eyebrows raise up, and there’s a slight smile on his face. “Yes? I’m giving Sam a ride to the airport.”

“Got room for one more?”

#Darcy Lewis #Steve Rogers #darcy x steve #shieldshock #fic #my fic #mcu #holiday fic #unmitigated fluff

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themculibrary · 2 years ago

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First Dates Masterlist

alla vodka (ao3) - mistymountainking steve/tony N/R, 3k

Summary: Carbone. 1800. Wear the blue shirt.

A Stand Up Date (ao3) - TheCyborgThatCould clint/phil N/R, 1k

Summary: "It was nine fifteen, and his date was supposed to meet him at eight thirty."

Or, dating as an Avenger was hard work, but he never thought that Phil would stand him up when they finally got their chance.

Best worst date (ao3) - ClaraCivry (Kat_Of_Dresden) druig/makkari N/R, 1k

Summary: Is this "I saw you on the restaurant having a bad date and my date is also shit, should we leave together?" AU

Blind Date (ao3) - JuniperLemon steve/tony G, 1k

Summary: Steve and Tony are matched on a Blind Date site and decide to meet up. What Steve didn't put on his profile is that he's actually blind.

Dancing on Starlite (ao3) - DaftPunk_DeLorean bruce/tony G, 2k

Summary: Rhodey sets Tony up with a physicist named Bruce, and swears that he's The One. Tony hopes that's the case.

Darcy Lewis' Guide on How to Accidentally Date a Hot Assassin (ao3) - rummyjoe darcy/natasha T, 1k

Summary: The first time Darcy Lewis asked Natasha Romanoff out on a date, it was completely by accident.

Date Night (ao3) - sebastian2017 clint/matt G, 1k

Summary: Matt's not sure why he ever expected his and Clint's first date to go off without a hitch, considering their careers. But hey, at least the bad guys don't take more than a few minute to get rid off and they still get to spend the evening together.

don't know just how it happened (I let down my guard) (ao3) - orphan_account gamora/peter G, 1k

Summary: Gamora is convinced that nothing good ever comes of blind dates; thus, it follows that naturally, this was unexpected.

Frozen Hearts in Love (ao3) - Cap_Sweet_And_Salty_Sadness loki/steve E, 2k

Summary: Someone shows interest in Steve.

He's flattered, really. Not many can claim a god is flirting with them all the time, after all.

“I’m a fancy lady and don’t just put out on the first date.” (ao3) - CouldIBeAce steve/bucky T, 1k

Summary: Bucky had to bargain with Steve to go on the date to the Stark Expo back in the Forties. Now he cashes in on that promise.

It's A Date? (ao3) - natashasbanner bruce/natasha G, 834

Summary: From the prompt: hmmm...how about a first date for brucenat? :)

Natasha asks Bruce out for ice cream.

let’s keep this simple and sweet (ao3) - thompsborn harley/peter T, 1k

Summary: Eventually, shrugging to himself, he jokingly replies with, careful there, keener, sounds like ur askin me on a date or smth

He’s not expecting the immediate response to be, that’s what i’m doing, parker

Which. Well.

Alright, then.

Oh, we're splitting into partners now? I'll go stand over here. (ao3) - orphan_account bruce/clint, steve/tony E, 22k

Summary: Clint and Bruce get the late night munchies and make a connection. What follows from one simple interaction tends to surprise them both.

Party of Two (ao3) - igrockspock pepper/tony G, 1k

Summary: The first time Tony invites Pepper to a party, it's a party in his pants. The invitations get better over the years.

Permission For A God (ao3) - ADAMWryter peter/thor G, 724

Summary: Thor and Quill's first date.

soft (ao3) - localmvthman matt/foggy T, 1k

Summary: matt murdock and foggy nelson's first date

Tulips and Violets (ao3) - laireshi steve/tony G, 1k

Summary: It's his first date with Steve, and Tony's going to make sure it's perfect.

Wrong Floor (ao3) - PieAnnamay07 darcy/steve G, 1k

Summary: Darcy is a new arrival to Avengers tower. She gets lost on her way to she and Jane’s lab, and a cute guy named Steve helps her find her way.

#themculibrary #mcu #marvel #fluff #firstdate #firstdate masterlist #dating #masterlists

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randomshyperson · 2 years ago

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High School Sweethearts - Cheerleader!Wanda x Reader [Kinktober]

Summary: The new student captures your attention completely. She's perfect and she's everything you ever wanted.

Warnings: hints of corruption/innocence kink, first kiss, first time, virgin!Wanda, smut, teasing, some edging, fingering, strap-on use, top!reader, high school au | Words: 6.923k

A/N-> My first time writing something of this kink be kind. I'm absorbing the latest episode of She-Hulk yet, someone needs to send Jen hugs.

Kinktober Collection | General Masterlist | AO3 | Wattpad

--//--

It was Kate who told you about the new students.

It was Tuesday, and the school was full of burbs all over the hall. You were late and a little irritated because you had argued with your father on the way - Steve Rogers could be many things, and stubborn was most of them. - and so you weren't the least bit interested in the daily gossip that your colleagues might have.

Still, Kate was one of your favorite people and she was so sweet that you didn't have the heart to ignore her attempts to get close during her freshman year, and now, she was a sophomore and you were graduating, and even though you weren't in the same classes, you were inseparable.

"I hear they're the mayor's kids, and Y/N, you have to see, the two of them look like they stepped off a magazine cover." She excitedly narrates her encounter with the new students in the cafeteria. "If they weren't wearing their Avengers High uniforms, I would have mistaken them for models, I swear."

You chuckle, finishing picking up your books and closing your locker.

"Be careful not to drool too much, Bishop. Or your girlfriend will get jealous." You tease, but Kate doesn't laugh, assuming a momentarily fearful expression and looking around to see if Yelena wasn't somewhere listening in on the conversation.

The reaction only makes you laugh harder.

It takes three periods before you finally see the new students. By then, you have heard half the school talking about them, and you know they are twins, and yes, really the mayor's children because Darcy Lewis shows you a picture on her cell phone with the whole family landing in the local paper.

"They're cute, but it's no big deal." You mutter to Kate after looking at the photo, and she and Darcy share a nasal laugh.

"You'll change your mind when you see them in person." Your friend says, looking forward again because Professor Harkness has just entered the room.

Darcy puts her cell phone away, and you sigh, "I highly doubt it, I study with the most beautiful girls in the world, I'm not easy to impress. " You compliment them charmingly and Darcy and Kate laugh softly, rolling their eyes in good humor.

It's not a lie what you said, yet when between the penultimate and last period, a lost-looking girl bumps into you in the hallway, you are momentarily speechless at the greenish irises in front of you.

"Sorry, I didn't see you." She mutters in apology, stooping to grab the book she has knocked over and return it to you.

As you pick it up, you don't let go. "But I did see you. You're the new girl, right?"

She smiles in surprise, hugging her own notebook. "Yeah, that's me. I'm Wanda. We just moved here from New York-"

You raise a hand in the air and Wanda falls silent in confusion, but you smile gently.

"Why don't you tell me that, and whatever you want, over coffee?"

She blushes very hard, opening her mouth a few times before giving a shy laugh. "S-sure, I like coffee."

You move closer and take out the pen attached to her notebook. You take the cap off with your teeth, and Wanda watches the item with hot cheeks the entire time you are pulling out a sheet of paper and writing your number in her notebook.

As you return the pen, you smile at her. "Don't forget to text, I'm dying to know the end of your story." You tell her, offering a gentle nod before leaving.

Wanda sighs loudly, leaning her back on the lockers. A silly smile fills her face, and she stands for a good few minutes trying to understand what just happened and why her legs are so shaky.

–//–

You go out for coffee after class on Thursday, and for thirty whole minutes, you try not to stare at the legs exposed by her cheer skirt.

Wanda is so beautiful it hurts, and her near cluelessness only makes her more attractive.

You clear your throat quietly because she is a really very interesting person and you want to know more about her.

You learn that she was born in Sokovia - which explains her delightful accent that distracts you with every word - and that she moved to New York when her parents divorced. She is the younger twin, but not the sister, as her father has another girl named Lorna who is in middle school. It is also Wanda's first time attending school, and when she says this you widen your eyes slightly.

"Are you kidding me?" You question pushing the coffee creamer with your straw, she laughs lightly.

"No, I swear." She assures you humorously, mimicking your movements without realizing it in her own drink. "My dad is the overprotective type, and Pietro and I have been homeschooled all our lives. But it's senior year and somehow we managed to convince him that it was an important experience. Pietro wants a scholarship for athletics and I, well, I'd like to do cinema."

You smile. "So you like movies?"

Her face lights up even more. "I love movies! I know it's a very competitive industry, but my dream is to work as a film director! I love writing stories, and it would be so amazing to bring them to the screen and... I'm boring you, aren't I?" she interrupts, her cheeks a little red. "Sorry, I get too excited-"

"No, you're not." You interrupt her, "I like hearing you talk, go ahead."

Wanda blushes, even more, lowering her embarrassed gaze to her own lap before smiling shyly.

She tells you more about her dream of being a filmmaker, and about her family not liking the idea of her not pursuing a more secure career, and you make a point of encouraging her to do what she likes and not what others think is right, and Wanda is so flustered she hardly knows how to thank you.

You realize that it is getting late, and if you don't come back now, your father will probably find a new problem to discuss, so you tell Wanda that you have to go. She seems sad about this ending, and yet is still too shy to call you out on anything else. When she builds up the courage to do so, you think your heart won't hold out from all the cuteness.

"We could... I don't know, have tea? Or soda?" She invites clumsily, and you laugh softly just enough to make the redness of her cheeks worse.

Finishing putting on your jacket, you retort:

"I have a better idea, filmmaker girl. Want to go over to the house for Netflix&Chill?"

It's a test or a joke with real intent, and Wanda falls right in.

"Of course! I have like a dozen recommendations, and we could watch something by Kubrick or maybe Burton..."

You bite your lip, you're the one who fell. For her, and it was in the blink of an eye.

"Sure, Wanda, any movie you want." That's what you answer, deciding to keep the not going to be much-watching part to yourself.

–//–

Wanda lived on the edge of Westview, which meant that you could use the subway. But part of you wanted to impress her, so when Bucky let you use his motorcycle, you didn't miss your chance.

"Don't scratch it." He repeated the instructions, the key at face height. You raised your hand to take it, and he lifted the item a little further. "And what's our deal?"

You rolled your eyes. "Three hours out of the house for you to have a date night with my father. I could sue you for the trauma." You joked making him laugh before you managed to steal the key.

"Just text me when you're on your way. And please-"

"No scratches." You completed with an impatient sigh.

While your stepfather had his date night with your dad - whom you were avoiding as much as possible mainly because the deadline for sending admission letters was coming up and you had no idea what you were going to do and didn't want him pressing ideas on you - you made your way across town to see Wanda Maximoff and her stupidly adorable face.

Just as you imagined, she was excited by your arrival on the motorcycle, equally so from Pietro who started asking you questions as soon as you properly introduced yourself, but you noticed that Wanda's father was not too happy.

"You must be Y/N." He said as soon as Wanda guided you to the fancy balcony like all the rest of the house and the well-molded garden.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Maximoff." You spoke, which made him chuckle slightly.

"Actually it's Lehnsherr, Maximoff is their mother's maiden name." He clarified, and you feigned interest, nodding softly.

"Papa, Y/N, and I are going to watch a movie in my room." Said the girl - She was wearing a long sweatshirt and shorts that disappeared with the garment covering it, and you were having a hard time trying to not imagine what it would be like to slide your hand under there.

Erik looked you up and down as if he could read all your naughty intentions at once.

"Open door always, Wanda." He warned with his arms crossed, and Wanda chuckled confusedly, pulling you by the hand toward her bedroom.

You heard Erik ask Pietro questions about you, but your gaze was more attentive to the movement of Wanda's hips leading upstairs.

"Your house is quite beautiful, Wanda." You comment once she leads you into the bedroom. "Not as beautiful as the owner, of course."

She giggles embarrassed at the compliment, and you take the opportunity to kick the door discreetly shut. "Come sit here, I've set everything up for us."

She did, you could see the laptop, the drinks, and the popcorn. A proper movie session with Wanda in her fancy room, and you sighed lightly as you took off your shoes and jacket to sit on the bed next to her.

"What movie did you pick for us, pretty girl?" Your compliments were visually making her flustered, but she still said nothing, adjusting herself on the bed to reach for her laptop. "I was thinking of watching some classic, so I've sorted out some options for us."

She showed you a list that made you smile warmly. All the movies were good, but none had what you wanted to do with Wanda.

"I have a better suggestion, and I'm sure you've never seen this one." You told her as you moved the laptop to your own lap to search. She tried to peek, and you pulled away with a laugh. "No peeking, it's a surprise."

She laughed, shaking her head but holding herself in place. " All right."

"You're Jewish, right?" Your question surprised her a little, but she murmured in agreement the next second. You noticed many things on the way to her room, including the Jewish items that filled the blanks in your head about what you knew about the girl next to you. "Another reason for you to love this movie."

"So mysterious." She murmured humorously getting a soft chuckle from you. Once you had chosen and the start credits began to roll, Wanda bit her lip curiously. "What's it about?"

You crossed your ankles together. "Temptation."

Wanda looked at you. "What?"

"Watch the movie, movie girl." You retorted amused and she chuckled softly before turning her attention back to the screen.

For the first few minutes of Disobedience, Wanda was a little upset. The story is sad in its complexity, and dealt with the fanatical religious obsession of a Jewish community and the harm to the protagonists' freedom. And at first, she didn't catch what the film was really about.

She thought it was sweet that you had brought a movie about her family's religion until the first kissing scene made her cheeks blush.

"Oh, they were a couple..." The words escape you before she can count them, and you lick your lips to contain your own anxiety.

"Do you have a problem with that?" Your whisper is curious in totality, and Wanda laughs in confusion, taking her gaze off the screen.

"What? No, of course not." She retorts, turning her attention back to the film. " They are sweet. I mean, the story is sad as hell, but they're sweet."

You smile, a relief filling your chest. You are about to make a comment when the door opens, and the moody figure of Erik appears.

"I told you I wanted the door open." He reminisces as Wanda pauses the movie.

"Sorry, papa, it must have closed with the wind." She half-heartedly clarifies, and you bite your tongue to hold back the impatient sigh of having your moment interrupted.

"I have a dinner with the Congress people now, I just came to say good night, dear. And please don't delay Miss Rogers' stay here too long, driving late at night is dangerous."

You are about to say you will go as soon as the movie is over when Wanda comments:

"She could sleep here." And Erik hesitates just as you do. Wanda swallows dryly. "If you want to, of course. What if it's okay with you, papa?"

You have trouble hiding your smile, and Erik looks ready to make up an excuse when his cell phone rings. He sighs impatiently.

"Sure, we have a guest room. Good night to you." He says before answering the phone and leaving the room, talking about work until his voice fades from the distance.

Wanda leaves the movie paused, a confused expression on her face.

"He's acting so weird. This bed is big enough, why would I put you on the other side of the house?"

You stare at her and give an impressed laugh when you realize that Wanda simply doesn't know why.

"Wanda, your father doesn't want me to sleep in the same bed as you."

She frowns in confusion, "Why?"

You tilt your head. "He thinks we're going to fu-"

"Hey, I'm going at Quill's, can you cover for me if Dad asks for me when he gets back from his fancy dinner?" Pietro interrupts your speech as he enters the room, already holding the keys to the white pickup truck you've seen him drive a few times to school. Wanda blinks away from your intense gaze, a bit flustered.

"S-sure, Pietro, good night." She says very quickly, and the other looks between you and her with a suggestive expression.

"You two behave yourselves, huh? Don't do anything I wouldn't do." He teases, and Wanda grimaces. You chuckle.

"Sure thing, mary jane." You retort without hesitation and Pietro stops smiling at that instant. Wanda doesn't understand and probably doesn't know that Pietro smokes pot behind the gyms, and so before she can question the nickname, Pietro is muttering goodbye as he leaves the room.

"What was that...?" She asks but you shake your head, giving the movie a play.

"Let's keep watching, it's getting to the best part." Wanda sighs a little as you adjust and stay close enough for her to smell your perfume completely, effectively taking all attention away from the movie.

But she had to pay attention when the first moans started. In an instant, her cheeks burned, and Wanda tried to look as cool about it as she could.

You were tapping your fingers on your stomach, completely at ease with the intimate scene playing out on the screen in front of you, and it is impossible for Wanda to do the same.

Once she shifts uncomfortably, and you notice her clenching her thighs, you sigh.

"How was your first kiss?" Your question almost makes her choke, but Wanda is thankful that at least she has an excuse to look away from the movie's sex scene.

"Hum, I've never..."

"Really?" You cut her off gently, adjusting your weight on her arm to face her, and Wanda feels very nervous about all the attention. She nods, and you smile. "It's really hard to believe you didn't have a line of suitors."

Wanda chuckles embarrassedly, shaking her head. "Well, I don't know many people, you know? It's not like I had classmates studying at home. And when I wasn't studying, I was at some officional event, being my dad's perfect little girl."

The hidden bitterness in her sentence made you raise an eyebrow softly, the interest burning in your mind.

"I know the feeling, my father is a military man and loves to keep up appearances." You say, quietly closing the laptop in Wanda's lap. "But unlike you, I do whatever it takes to annoy him."

"Very naughty of you." She mutters half breathlessly because you are leaning over her suddenly. But it's only to put the closed laptop on the nightstand, and once you notice the way Wanda is blushing and breathing out of rhythm, a smile forms on your face.

"Wanda, I would like to be your first kiss." You whisper to her, and instead of pulling away, you rest a hand on the side of her head. "If you want that of course."

She chokes softly but nods almost frantically. "Yeah... I'd like that."

"Let's start with lesson one then. Close your bedroom door." You guide low against her lips, using every mental control to pull yourself away from her. Wanda gasps, but quickly moves in shaky steps off the bed to the bedroom door, and you hide a smile as you tuck yourself into her bed.

She surprises you a little when with trembling fingers, she locks the door.

"Just... for precaution." She clarifies embarrassed about the look on your face, but you just shrug.

"I'm not complaining." You tease. "Come here."

Wanda swallows dryly and wastes no time in obeying, walking back to the bed. She sits down a little further in front of you, and you hold out your hand for her to take, and once she does, you pull her gently to sit on your lap.

Wanda is trembling with nervousness, and her skin is warm to the touch. You lick your lips, trying to control yourself and not grab her right there and kiss and fuck her until she can't remember her own name, and it takes a lot of willpower when she looks so good all over you.

"You've never really kissed anyone, not even a small peck?" You ask sweetly, bringing your hand to her cheek for her to look at you. When she denies it with her head, you move closer. "Give me a peck then." She does so on the spot, and it's quick as expected, but it turns her cheeks into tomatoes. You smile, "Again. Longer this time."

She sighs, but nods and breaks the distance, pressing her lips over yours.

Instead of letting go, you place your hand on her cheek and kiss her back firmly, eliciting a surprised and affected sigh in return. She opens her mouth to breathe, and you slide your tongue inside.

Wanda makes a noise with her throat, moving restlessly in your lap but you guide the kiss until she gets used to the sensation and soon her breathless sighs sound like gasping pleas, her hands move to your shoulders and she tries to deepen.

Everything in her body begs for more - more of your hands, squeezing her waist, more of your tongue sucking hers, and more of you, everywhere you can touch. She feels hot and bothered, and it is as new and fantastic as it is overwhelming.

You kiss her until she starts to move her hips impatiently against your thigh, and then you know you have to stop now or you won't be able to pull it off later. The way your heart speeds up when she looks at you with puffy lips and dark eyes once the kiss is over only confirms this.

"Is everything okay?" Wanda speaks first, her voice shaky and husky, her face inches from yours.

You take a deep breath, offering her a small smile.

"Sure, I should just go home." You say, and you are already moving her off of you in the next moment, missing the other's confused look.

Once you have your shoes on, Wanda can't contain her concern.

"I...I did it wrong didn't I?"

You frown, turning to her as you put on your jacket. Wanda looks down at her own lap.

"You didn't do anything wrong, Wanda." You tell her, moving closer again to the end of the bed. "Listen." You say gesturing to her ear, and she is confused for just a second.

Next, she can hear her father outside the house, car noises, and something that sounds like complaints about a canceled dinner.

She looks at you again, and you are already kneeling on the bed to reach for her face.

"I'm just trying to keep you out of trouble." You explain as you caress her cheek. "I can't risk you getting grounded in this fancy mansion when I want to keep taking you out."

Her gaze glows hopeful. "You do?"

You smile, leaning in to kiss her intensely for a moment. "Of course I do." You assure her once you break the kiss, your gaze darkening afterward. "And I also want to come to your room, lie on your bed, and elicit all the delicious sounds you make when I kiss you."

Wanda chokes softly, leaning in to break the distance again, but you haven't offered her more than a peck, earning a grumble in return. "When are you going to kiss me again? For real."

"When do you want to?" you challenge back, and despite the pink of your cheeks, Wanda doesn't hesitate.

"Now."

You chuckle, pulling away. You open the door just before Erik comes up the stairs, and he grimaces, but you are already leaving the room. Before you do, you turn and offer a wink to Wanda, who once she is left in the room alone, sinks her face into her pillows, trying to make her heart stop beating so fast.

–//–

You wanted to take things slow with Wanda because in your experience, too fast burns and wears out at the same speed.

It is, however, quite difficult to keep your eyes off her.

Especially when she looks so irresistible in her cheer uniform.

"You're drooling." Yelena sneers beside you under the bleachers as you both skip chemistry class so she can smoke away from any teacher's attention.

"I definitely am." You retort without any concern, your gaze focused on the brunette from meters away. Yelena laughs dryly, taking a long drag on her cigarette.

"When are you going to make it official?"

"Why, so we can end up like Nat and Carol, fighting about the damn weather." You retort half impatiently, and Yelena hesitates a moment. She puffs smoke before answering.

"Carol cheated on Nat." She declares, and you gasp in surprise, looking at your friend with wide eyes. She shrugs her shoulders. "It was with a girl from State, at last year's championship. Nat tried to forgive her, but it''s been the same since summer. They're not fighting because of the weather, they're fighting because they're lying to each other."

You bite your tongue, turning your gaze back to Wanda in the field. She looks beautiful and giggles excitedly with her teammates when she gets her steps right.

"That doesn't make me feel confident about your suggestion, Lena." You murmur to her, and Yelena laughs lightly, taking one last drag before throwing the cigarette on the ground.

"Not every relationship sucks, Y/N." She begins. "Not everyone gets divorced like your parents, and not everyone cheats like my sister's girlfriend. Just look at me and Kate. I fucking love her, and I can't wait for us to be living in the same apartment."

You smile small. "I never said I loved anyone."

Yelena rolls her eyes, laughing softly. "It's in your face. And look where you are, simping over her while skipping class instead of doing anything else."

It's your turn to roll your eyes, a soft pink filling your cheek at being caught. "Shut up or I'll tell Kate you're looking for a place without her help."

Yelena laughs, "And I'll tell Maximoff that you're a stalker."

You grunt impatiently, leaving muttering that the field is a free-for-all, and missing the way Wanda looks through the rails to where you were sitting before.

As the weeks went by, and with the clear yet casual involvement between you, it was obvious to everyone how much influence you had in each other's lives.

You started showing up to more classes, and Wanda stole your leather jacket for her and learned to say no to her father when you learned to show up at family dinners.

She borrowed your clothes with the excuse that they smelled like you, and you brought home her classic DVDs almost every weekend.

And there was also a matching set of hickeys on your necks.

"Wanda, your father looks ready to blow up this car." You reminded her with a breathless giggle against her lips - because she insisted that you kiss her properly - before you dropped her off at home. She grunted impatiently, grabbing your chin so that you would take your attention away from the man with his arms crossed in the driveway, and focus on the girl sitting in the car seat gifted by your father after you said you had sent admission letters to colleges not so far from Wanda.

"I want to ask you something." She says, kissing you again briefly. "Do you want to sleep over at my place this weekend?"

You hum, kissing her again before retorting, "Is it some special occasion?"

She smiles, shaking her head. "Just missing you. And... it's the race finals weekend, so Dad and Pietro are traveling and we'll have the house to ourselves."

You choke softly, caught by surprise that it is Wanda suggesting such a thing. But she seems genuinely naive about it, waiting for your response.

"Hmm, and what would we do with the house to ourselves...?" You tease, rubbing your nose against hers and Wanda chuckles shyly, one hand going up to your neck.

"I suppose whatever we want." She replies, and you smile before kissing her again, this time goodbye.

–//–

It seemed to take a lifetime, but the weekend finally arrived.

Wanda doesn't know why she was so nervous. You had been alone before, between classes, at movie screenings, at snack bars, or bowling alleys.

But then she remembered the feeling of your lips pressing against hers, the panting whispers that made her skin itch, and the way her knees gave way when your hands got bold and she guessed she knew very well why.

She prepares a typical movie session, all the food, and comfy pillows, and you praise her for her dedication before pressing her against the bedroom door.

Wanda loves those hungry kisses - they heat up her body like a furnace, and always leave her wanting more. And today you seem willing to give her as much as she needs.

Your mouth parted from hers only to trail along her jaw, marking your way down and Wanda already panting, threw her head back against the wood, shivering under your rough touch around her body.

"I drove all the way down here thinking about kissing you, princess." You confess huskily against her ear, and Wanda blushes heavily, a low moan escaping her throat. "You're making me crazy, Wanda. I can't stop thinking about you."

"I think about you too." She confesses equally affected, only to gasp when you press a knee between her legs and everything burns, and she can't control the sounds that escape from there, not when you move your hands to her waist and make her grind against your thigh next. "Oh. That feels so nice..." She whimpers overwhelmed by the sensations, and you gently bite the sensitive spot on her neck.

"If you want something, you're going to have to ask for it." You whisper, and Wanda moans in response, her nails digging into your arms.

"Please, Y/N. I just need...you to touch me." She tries with her cheeks burning as much as the rest of her body, her hips never failing against your thigh and making you shiver.

"I'm all over you, pretty girl." You tease back, meeting her gaze and swallowing Wanda's breathless moans with your mouth with each movement of her hips. "Unless you want me to touch you somewhere else..."

"You know I want to." She retorts naughtily, and to that, you bite her lip, a gentle tug that makes her choke on a moan.

"Don't be a smart-ass." You warn, sliding a hand to her thigh to pull it up, and the adjustment makes Wanda see stars. "You can't even tell me to fuck your pussy."

She whimpers at the teasing, closing her eyes and throwing her forehead against your shoulder. You laugh smugly as the wetness begins to stain your pants.

"Baby, please..." She whimpers again, urging her body against you. Her hips are out of rhythm, and the covered stimulation is delicious, but still not enough. She just needs some kind of push that you seem to know what it is and won't grant her.

Instead of answering her, you grab her neck and kiss her hard, adjusting your body to hers until Wanda feels a hardness and jerks up with a surprised, affected squeal.

"It's a gift that I bought especially for you. if you're ready for it, of course." You clarify breathlessly, and she nods immediately, interlacing her hands behind your neck. But you kiss her slowly now and move your other hand down to lift Wanda between the door and your lap so that she now grinds directly against the strap instead of your thigh. She gasps in a whimper, meeting your eyes again as you break the kiss. " Fuck, you're so close and I haven't even touched you yet."

You were absolutely right. The knot in Wanda's belly was ready to explode at any moment, and when you slid your hand down to open your zipper, and the fake cock slipped out, the new pressure made Wanda growl hornily, her eyes rolling to the back of her head.

You didn't penetrate her, letting her grind her covered intimacy against the toy until the moisture was enough to wet it. By now Wanda was jerking, holding you by the shoulders as you moved your hips against her. The strap pressed against her clit, sliding in a torturous back and forth over her covered pussy, and you seemed to be having the time of your life driving her to the brink of insanity with that tease.

"Y/N-fuck-I want-need it... inside-ah" She tried, delirious with anticipation, ever so close, and you panted softly in her ear.

"I love it when you cuss, it's so hot." You praise, slowing down and making Wanda moan loudly, her clit throbbing. "If you can ask me what you want, I'll do it."

Wanda whimpers affectedly, her cheeks blushing again. She is almost building up courage when you curse in her ear trapped in your own pleasure, and she is cumming instead of saying anything.

It is an overwhelming pleasure, almost terrifying her. She grabs you to keep from falling to the floor, dripping onto her panties. You grunt as you realize what has just happened and only give Wanda time to stop shaking before you get down on your knees.

"Babe, what are you...?" She falls silent as she chokes on her own breath, throwing her head back hard as her hips try to escape from your hands that hold her just for that. You press your nose against her covered intimacy, sniffing with a loud groan as Wanda whimpers. You don't give her time to complain before you move a hand to push the fabric away and sink your tongue into her.

Wanda practically screams, and you groan as you taste her. You fuck her messily, hungrily as you take your tongue between the folds of her pussy, pushing deep and then shallow to make her twitch, and when you suck on her clit she brings a hand to her hair.

"Oh-OH-blyat', tak khorosho!" Wanda gasps, and you groan as you hear her cursing in another language. It just encourages you to keep going, and this time, you won't stop until you get it out of her again.

It didn't take long - Wanda was sensitive and you only had to slide your tongue inside and suck her clit a few times for her to spill into your mouth with a long moan, her nails digging into your scalp. You moaned too, delighting in her taste and licking her clean before making your way up again.

"That was..." She tries breathlessly, her eyes lazy, and you smile, kissing her and making her grunt for her own taste before turning into a surprised yelp when you take her by the thighs and lift her onto your lap.

"We're not done, pretty girl." You clarify between kisses on the way to the bed. When you place Wanda on the mattress, her hair spreads across the pillow and she stares at you with dark eyes, her chest heaving. You pause, momentarily speechless as you realize how much you care for her.

"Everything okay?" She asks at your hesitation, and you smile immediately, nodding and moving closer to kiss her with intensity. Wanda melts, trying to pull you up but you gently push her by the shoulders.

She thinks to question, but your hand traces its way between her thighs and any question becomes an affected whimper.

"The toy is small, but I still need to stretch you with my fingers." You whisper with a naturalness that doesn't match the way Wanda blushes heavily. She merely nods, shivering under your fingers scratching and teasing around the inner part of her thighs. "You'll tell me if it hurts, won't you, pretty girl?"

She nods frantically, choking softly. "Y-yes, but please, just..." The teasing was driving her insane, your fingers only touching around, never where she desperately needed it. "Please, Y/N, touch me."

You shushed her gently, kissing the corner of her mouth and then her jaw, and when you got to her neck and started sucking on the sensitive spots that made her squirm on the bed, your fingers find her intimacy and penetrated her.

Wanda whimpered, closing her eyes tightly to the invasion. One at first, and then you slid out, and when you came back, two sank into her and she bit your shoulder.

"Tell me when you're ready." You whispered into her neck, moving your thumb to stimulate her clitoris, and Wanda throbbed beneath you. After two orgasms, she was really quite sensitive, but that only made it better. "Wands?"

She sighed, opening her eyes to find your worried ones. Instead of answering, she brought one hand to your cheek and another to the wrist connected between you. She brought your lips together at the same time she moved her hips, and you took the cue, sliding your fingers out and then in to find a rhythm.

Wanda whimpered once you got it, with each thrust she gasped at the kiss becoming harder to return, but once you felt her close again, you stopped.

She grunted confused and annoyed, but you adjusted before she could say anything, and any complaint broke down into an affected moan as you lined up the strap on her and sank in at once.

"Ah, I knew you could take it, pretty girl." You praised her, in a slow rhythm against her as Wanda squirmed and dug her nails into your back, desperate for more. "Damn, you look so beautiful now."

Wanda's moans mingled with the sounds of the thrusts inside her, the wetness of her pussy creating a delicious friction. You firmed your hands on her waist, pushing deeper, and she arched her back, ready to fall over the edge. You fell over her, hugging her and kissing the skin of her exposed collarbone, and Wanda whimpered, moaning under you.

She let out a little squeal, and her body tensed and you gasped against her neck as you came too, your juices mixing and dripping down her thighs.

You stood there for a moment, just breathing against each other as you calmed from your climax, and you smiled as you felt Wanda draw patterns on your back.

Unhurriedly, you moved off her, biting your lips at the image of the soaked toy and the sigh that left her lips as she felt empty before you pulled away.

Wanda looks at you expectantly at once, missing your body on top of her.

"Where are you going?" She asks in a half-hoarse voice, but you smile, now standing in front of the bed, you begin to remove your pants.

"You came three times and we didn't even get to take our clothes off. I'm kind of impressed." You humorously clarify, and Wanda giggles shyly, biting her lips as you take off your clothes in front of her. "How would you like to take a shower with me? And then, lend me something comfy so we can watch the movie you've picked up?"

She finds it incredible, honestly, but once you are completely naked in front of her, Wanda can only sigh and move closer again. She brings a hand to your neck and kisses you hard.

"Later. Now, I want you to do that thing with your tongue again." She asks with a sigh and well, it's not like you're going to complain.

–//–

You awoke to rays of sunlight on your face and a warm feeling on the tip of your stomach.

"Wands...oh...don't stop that." Your natural instinct was to call out to her, but it turned into something like a moan and a sigh as you felt the pleasure electrify your whole body at once. Wanda smiled against you, looking up at you as her hands held your thighs open for her. You squirmed on the mattress, barely finding time to grab her hair before you cum hard on her tongue. "Fuck, baby, that was amazing."

She giggles softly against you, kissing your thighs before moving up your body until she finds your mouth again. It takes a moment for you to recover from the orgasm and wake up properly, but when you do, your hands go around her and you spin Wanda around on the bed, getting on top quickly as she smiles.

"You're a fast learner." You comment against her jaw, tracing kisses downward. "I don't think I've ever cum so fast before..."

But suddenly, Wanda tenses and your hand guides your face back to her.

"I don't want to think about it." She says almost irritated, and you frown in confusion, "You with other people."

A smile breaks on your lips. " Hmm, is that right?"

But Wanda doesn't smile, sliding her legs between yours to switch positions and push you on your back on the bed, straddling your lap the next minute. Her hands at the side of your head, and her hair makes a curtain between your faces.

"I want you to be mine, Y/N. As I am yours." She whispers hoarsely, her gaze intense on yours. You blink impressed but are smiling.

"And who says I'm not already?" You challenge back, moving your hands to her hips and enjoying the feel of her intimacy against your thigh. Her breasts look incredible like this too, covered only by the half-open shirt of yours that she must have stolen during the night.

Wanda studies your face as she risks, "You never made us official, I thought..."

You bring a hand to her cheek as she lowers her head in shame. "Wands, and who says labels are the only thing that makes us official?"

Wanda shrugs, looking away, "I don't know, it's just that the cheer girls have their partners, and they're always talking about going to college together or buying apartments and-"

You straighten up, sitting up and pulling her closer.

"We'll do all that if that's what you want." You tell her with sincerity. "We'll go to NYU together, and rent an apartment. And I'll buy you a shiny ring so everyone will know we're together."

Wanda smiles, blushing as she wraps her arms around you.

"But what do you want?"

You smile warmly, brushing your nose against hers. "Sweetheart, I just want you." You retort caressing her skin. "I don't care about social norms, I just want to be able to kiss and wake up with you every day. If you want a ring, let's buy a ring. If you want to meet me in secret so as not to upset your father, I'll accept that too."

Wanda chuckles softly, pecking your jaw and then your lips.

"There's no way I'm keeping you a secret, you're the best thing that ever happened to me." She confesses and you kiss her, again and again until she starts to heat up on you, breathless whispers leaving her lips with each kiss.

"You're the best thing that ever happened to me too, Wands." You retort to her before deepening the next kiss, and this time, you don't stop.

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starshipsofstarlord · 4 years ago

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Online dating

darcy lewis x reader / masterlist

summary; darcy decides to try a dating app, least to say, the guy isn’t anything like his picture. and thus she ditches him, and finds someone else in a hot second / warnings; the oc guys in this fic are dicks, homophobia, darcy being bae, swearing, mentions of sex and cheating, mentions of joy x reader.

he was a polar opposite to what he had portrayed his online self to be, screw the internet! this date was truly tragic, darcy had plenty of things that she could be better using her time for, rather than sitting opposite this oaf, that was licking his unappealing lips, and staring at the waitress when he thought that she didn’t notice.

“huh?” the scientific doctor pulled her phone out, ushering a puzzled expression on her face as she stared at the blank screen. she of course recognised that no one was making any attempts to contact her, but he didn’t know that. “one second.” she held her finger up, bringing the phone to her ear as she blabbered into the speaker that was inherently catching nothing that she was saying.

“slow down jane.” darcy falsely ushered, using her hands to exaggerate the conversation in her head. she put the phone down, a facade of panic elaborating behind her spectacle adorned eyes as she grabbed her belongings in a frenzy, standing upright and out of her seat. “im so sorry, my friend has just hit some guy with her car and she needs some moral support. tonight is going to have to be cut extremely short.”

short was a relief, but the hopeful expression on this dude’s face wasn’t. perhaps it was cruel to leave this guy hanging, and well, she couldn’t blame him for wanting more, she sent him an awkward smile as he began to speak. “we should do this again some time - properly.” darcy wasn’t dumb, she noticed how his eyes sped to the side as the curvy waitress walked by.

“sure...” no, definitely not. darcy was well aware that she was wasting her time with this moron, she didn’t need a man, let alone a dweeb of one. a quick wave was all she bade him as she exited the coffee shop, only to become engrossed in a scene erupting on the local streets. there was a woman, flinging shirts, and a bra within the bundle that looked as though it was not her size, what was she thinking, clearly it wasn’t, at said example of figurative masculinity.

“screw you durkus!” any guy named ‘durkus’ was basically a label confirming that he was a dick. “i don’t need you, nor the next man! i am a well established woman who has done more for this country than you could ever know, you’re dust beneath my feet, a pathetic layer of residue that i want nothing more to brush off.” perhaps she was being harsh, but it sounded like he deserved it.

from the red lipstick, that the woman was not at all sporting, from the random bra that she had flung at her partner, it was a safe bet to assume that he had cheated on her. darcy plodded closer, listening whimsically in, and realising that her life was pretty calm, there were no longer asguardians or dark elves infiltrating her life, nor the work that she had attained to field in.

she had only recently earned herself the title of doctor, and it was frustrating that people would assume that she opted for a profession in a hospital room, or they would forget the professional endorsement all together, and address her as ‘miss lewis’. she was no one’s puppet, she had scaled herself up the ladder of her career to be where she was now, but another thing that she was alongside such a wave of potential was a feminist.

this dick was shouting in the streets, calling her inexplicable names such as a ‘whore’, and a ‘two faced bitch’. having the ability to hear the insults brew anger in her stomach, she couldn’t just stand there. “what are you going to do, turn into a complete lesbian?” now that was the last straw, it had darcy marching over, and promptly she shoved the guy, making him drop all the items that were grasped in the basket of his arms.

a flabbergasted ‘huh’ was riveted from him, and it made darcy smirk as she attuned his attention towards her; the stranger that had gotten involved in his public display of disrespect and homophobia. “how about you watch your damned mouth before i make sure you can’t open it again. and whilst you’re at it, get some new shirts, you’re not a model, unless you’re the kind that are put on prison pamphlets.”

“who the fuck are you?” he spat his saliva on the ground by darcy’s feet, establishing her with the information that her first impression of this dick had been correct. women just knew with this kind of thing, they could sense trouble from a mile away. “you know what, keep that crazy bitch. maybe you can help her store her katanas, and go on double dates with danny rand and his plus one. rather you than me.”

“don’t ask.” the woman shook her head, tired of the drama that durkus always seemed to bring. she had enough trouble, involving work and extracurricular night time activities, without him adding to them. darcy presented her with a sweet smile, picking up the box of random bits and bobs that was on the floor. “that’s just work stuff, i’m moving offices and as i came to collect some things from our apartment, and i found him- well let’s just say he wasn’t alone.”

“that was pretty easy to pick up on. how’d you not realise that you were dating a total sleaze?” she was blunt with her enquiry, though the woman shrugged, a guilty expression cowering upon your features, like an ashamed shadow. a small, attractive smile graced her lips, secrets hidden beneath the span of the expression.

“oh, i knew. i just had to pretend to be happy, so that my ex, or well now, my other ex joy would stop chastising me, claiming that i haven’t got over her. she’s so up her own ass sometimes and it drives me- shit, i’m sorry, you don’t know me, nor do you need to hear about my problems.” the y/h/c haired woman shook her head, stretching her hand out to miss lewis. “i’m y/n, thanks a bunch for helping me out back there.”

darcy accepted her handshake, completing the action as she smiled. “i’m darcy.” this woman didn’t need to know about her doctor title, in fact, darcy was keen on knowing everything about her instead. “so’d how you meet him?” referring to the person that had most recently became y/n’s ex. y/n was relieved that darcy had shown up, she was sure she’d have used her martial art training for more than composition; she’d have kicked durkus’ flat ass.

“on a dating app.” it was a normal answer, she wouldn’t share the intel that before that she had saved his ass whilst wearing a black hood, stopping him from getting mugged in the dead of night. perhaps she should have saved someone else that particular late evening. darcy couldn’t help but let a small laugh out, finding both their circumstances quite amusing. she was sure a similar situation would have unfolded if she had decided to regularly see the date that she ditched.

“online dating man, it sucks, am i right?” it had quite the reputation, for the two of them especially. “maybe we should just date each other.” she joked, though she was being partially serious. it felt right, they had bumped randomly into one another’s faulted situations on the same day, it almost felt like fate, though that subject was too cheesy to say aloud.

“well doctor lewis, i would not at all mind going on a date with you.” darcy frowned at the title that she had been called, pointing at the side of the woman’s jacket, that had a recyclable label stuck upon the material. “so you majored in science, if i am correct?” finally, someone got it! she could get used to that.

y/n did not appear as a deity nor a creature from another realm, she was normal. or so as far as the eye could tell, in fact, she did not suspect a thing from this woman, much less to be a defender of the earth that worked in a small and less know league than the avengers, yet still roamed the us to protect its people.

darcy though had won this battle for her though, giving her a moment of peace from fighting, and had idly sent durkus on his route far away. y/n could get used to not being the hero all the time, more so if this doctor was her knight in shining armour.

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mviswidow · 4 years ago

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is this a thing?

Darcy Lewis x Reader

Word count: 700

Warnings: stupid hayward </3

Prompt: Hey! I have a request for Darcy? If you write for her? Maybe something where r is daughter of one of the avengers and is required to help sword with getting into the hex, maybe like Tony's daughter with her own tech or something and Darcy falls in love with her on the way? Of course you absolutely don't have to do this if you don't want to or don't like it.

Summary: Darcy and R have fallen for each other while working together with S.W.O.R.D.

gif from - @bonniebirddoesgifs

“Coffee, Dr Lewis?” You asked, holding out a cup of coffee for Darcy with a charming smile.

“You’re like the only one here willing to get me coffee, I swear,” She scoffed, but smiled back at you as she took it.

“Well we have to keep you awake, don’t we? You are the genius who figured this all out.”

Darcy rolled her eyes to play off the blush growing on her face and sipped her coffee, “Flattery will get you nowhere, Ms Stark.”

You chuckled and shook your head, “If you say so.”

Hayward called you away from her and you gave her an apologetic smile as you walked off to talk to the devil’s human incarnate.

He kept you away for the next three hours, having you help him further develop the software he was using to track Vision and show him the prototype of a drone you had made that you suspected would be able to pass through the hex.

You were finally let off half an hour after the sun went down. You stopped by the kitchen and grabbed yourself a snack and water before leaving to sit outside the tent.

You ate in silence for a while before you heard the door behind you open and someone clear their throat, so you looked over your shoulder and saw Darcy, hands in the pockets of her jacket and a beanie on her head.

You smiled and moved over so she could sit next to you, which she did wordlessly. She sat right next to you. You could feel her puffy jacket against you and the outside of her thigh touched yours.

Darcy confused you. You knew that she was aware of your flirting, but you couldn’t figure out if she was just playing along or if she liked you, too. She was different than most people, she had a certain gentleness to her, but she was also really funny and super smart.

You’d taken after your father in more ways than one. You followed in his footsteps in regards to his career and his notorious ‘sleeping around’. It wasn’t unhealthy, it was just something you did, you never seemed to be able to find the right person, the same way your dad hadn’t until he found Pepper. Maybe Darcy could be your Pepper.

Darcy sighed softly and rubbed her hands together.

“You cold?” You asked quietly, looking over at her.

“Yeah, I left my gloves inside,” She chuckled and pushed her glasses further up the bridge of her nose.

You gave her a soft smile and held out your hands to her. She smiled back at you and took them. You squeezed her hands gently in an attempt to warm them up faster and started to rub her knuckles with your thumbs.

“Thanks,” Darcy blushed before looking at you with a furrowed brow, looking as if she was in thought.

You raised a questioning brow and she squinted her eyes, “Is this a thing? Or am I crazy?”

“Is what a thing?” You asked.

“The flirting that you do, is it just for fun or..” She trailed off and her eyes flicked around, feeling too awkward to look you in the eyes.

“I like you, Darcy, I’m not flirting with you to fuck with you.”

A smile grew on Darcy’s face and she looked down at her hands in yours, nodding as she started speaking, “It’s just- no offense, but you do kind of have a record.. of sorts.”

Fair enough, you thought and chuckled, “You know, when people say ‘no offense’ it’s because they’re about to say something at least semi-offensive.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“I’m just teasing, Darce’. But so you know, I don’t usually go around telling girls that I like them just so they’ll sleep with me. I seriously like you, like- a lot,” You bit your lip.

“I like you a lot, too,” She smiled and squeezed your hands.

Her eyes flicked down to your lips and you bit back a smile, “Can I kiss you?”

“Please.”

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maxpadelchampion · 8 months ago

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HOW IS LEWIS ON SOFTS???? IS MERCEDES SABOTAGING THEMSELVES OUTWARDLY NOW??!? IM SO CONFUSED

#f1 #formula 1 #lewis we will avenge you i swear #lewis hamilton #australian gp 2024

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fortysevenswrites · 3 years ago

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Tagged by my numero uno enabler, @myletternevercame

First fic. So we won’t talk about my first ever fics from high school (which no longer exist on the internet, and even if they did I wouldn’t know where to find them, but I digress), but my first AO3 fic was This Is For, way back in October of 2014. To say the Avengers movie got me back into fic and writing is a bit of an understatement and a half. This Is For was my attempt at an A to Z one-shot collection focused on Darcy Lewis, either paired with Clint Barton or Bucky Barnes. I got through 11 of the 26, and probably won’t ever finish it, but there are some fun ones in that 11, including the 2 fics based on Darcy being a fairy, the one where Darcy is friends with a grim reaper for cats, yes you read that correctly (H Is For Harvest), and the one that fuses the MCU with the Lizzie Bennett Diaries universe, because Darcy and Darcy and I couldn’t resist.

Softest Fic. I think one of my softest is probably Going Through The Unimaginable, a post TLJ Damerey fic for the five minutes that I could stand being even on the fringes of the SW Sequel Trilogy fandom. Also Boundary and like that for Kastle and the short Innumerable Classics for SethKate. I also feel like most of my SOFT also include a good helping of drama/angst, so like…there’s not much that is straight up s o f t.

Fic I’m Most Proud Of. Oh it’s GOT to be we don’t make the future, we just know it, because I wrote that in like AN HOUR and even I’m impressed with how I made it actually connect to the canon of the show because let me tell you, that was NOT in the original plan. And also because it’s the most absurd thing I’ve ever written and I just love it so much. Also shoutout to Instead Of One Day Of Presents (We Have Eight Crazy Nights), which has turned into a lot of peoples’ favorite Hanukkah fics, and was a huge indulgence for me and reminded me that fic is FOR indulgences and that you should write whatever you want because it’s fun.

Fic That Shows My Progress. I think it’s a tie between merry band of creepily religious teenage vampires, because that was the first time I can really think that I actually finished a fic in the POV of the male character of one of my ships. And also you squeeze my hand three times, because not only did I finish it in two and a half days, but the fact that I wrote THREE separate outsider POVs is something I haven’t done before.

Favorite Wip. I….love all of my 800 WIPs equally? Right now I have a few front of mind: The one I WILL finish this week because it’s SHORT I SWEAR, the TouchTunes Incident fic (which has evolved a bit, but like in a good way that is also going to push me out of my writing comfort zone and I just need to DO IT (which yes, is a double entendre, so take that as you will)), and the Coffee Shop AU Sequel that was supposed to be short but of course not. After that I think I want to dive back into one of the FDTD/Punisher crossovers, but I’ve said that before so we’ll see what my brain actually lets me do.

Tagging: @tuntematonkorppi, @onebatch2batch, @chronic-ghost, @carry-the-sky, @152glasslippers, @alwaysupatnight, @justjstuff and anyone else who wants to partake! Consider yourselves tagged!

#asked and answered #tag meme

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leclerc-s · 11 months ago

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paint the town red - part six

THE AVENGERS AGAINST DATING

series masterlist

MIAMI 2024

the ferrari team stood in a circle outside of their motorhome. peter waved at someone who passed by, giving them a puzzled look. peter shrugged, even he wasn't sure what was happening. carlos and sebastian exchanged looks, before sebastian led them inside, a sense of dread filliing them. isaiah sighed, "please tell me one of you isn't planning on making a surprise announcement this weekend. do not go around pulling a nico rosberg."

carlos cleared his throat, "qué? no, um- charles has obviously been very dominant this season and i know we agreed to wait until after this race but- i'll be the second driver, starting today."

"what?" charles questioned, the confusion was evident on his face, "why?"

"you're going to win this year charles, that much is obvious. i'll get the one next year."

"this must be difficult for you to say," harley added, breaking the tense silence. none of them had been quite sure what to expect when sebastian had called an impromptu meeting, they were supposed to wait for tony but the older man was busy giving the avengers and co a tour of the paddock.

"of course, no driver wants to admit they are going to be second driver but we agreed that who ever won the season this year, would defend the next. it's not my time yet, but it is charles's year, one way or another we are getting that championship."

charles frowned, "we still get to fight on track don't we?" he asked sebastian. the german nodded, "of course, it would be quite boring if it was you winning all season wouldn't it?"

"then let's bring that championship home," bianca said. the team smiled at each other before they stepped away from each other to do their respective tasks. peter's shouts could be heard as he left arguing with isaiah, the older brunette simply sighing exasperatedly. harley left with carlos, the two talking about the changes they would need to make to their strategy now. sebastian ran off, late for a team principal press interview.

charles looked at bianca, "dinner?"

bianca looked taken aback, "tonight?"

"i was thinking next week actually," charles joked. bianca laughed, "don't make me regret this leclerc."

"you won't," charles confidently said as bianca walked away. she turned around and was met with sight of charles smiling brightly at her. she shook her head before leaving to find her dad and sister.

harleykeener, michellejones, america_chavez, samwilson, biancastark_potts posted new stories

america's sweethearts are reunited at last! (peter's girlfriend is very much real people)

anything to meet lewis hamilton, even watching cars go in odd shapes

i think i'm lost. dad (stephen) come pick me up i'm scared

netflix where are you? the stars of the season have arrived

he looks lost, someone help him out

bianca stark-potts posted new stories

🖤🖤

dinner...

sam wilson BIANCA STARK-POTTS WHO IS THAT MAN?

bucky barnes I WASN'T AWARE YOU HAD TIME TO DATE WHILE TRAVELING SO MUCH

natasha romanoff i feel betrayed for some reason? why was i not made aware of this?

clint barton what's going on?

sam wilson BABY STARK WENT ON A DATE WITH SOME MAN!

harley keener if i speak-

scott lang what do you know keener? harley keener all i know is a bet was made after china's quali...i will not say more...i wish to live

wanda maximoff you people have been screaming at her to get a date for ages and when she does you act overprotective? i don't understand any of you.

hope van dyne aren't you people a little too old to be this invested in her love-life. especially bucky?

bucky barnes I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW I AM ONLY 106! I'M QUITE YOUNG COMPARED TO THOR AND LOKI.

america chavez I KNOW SOMETHING YOU PEOPLE DON'T! I AM THE SUPERIOR ONE!

bianca stark-potts america, i swear to god if you open your mouth i'm taking your enzo woofstappen privileges away. america chavez i'll shut up. i love enzo.

sam wilson what's his name? nationality? d.o.b? give us everything on him.

bucky barnes we say this because we care, not because we're nosy. steve rogers they're nosy, i genuinely care. and why isn't tony freaking out over this yet?

joaquin torres oh i see, when i was having a genuine dilemma the other day, i was told this group chat was for emergencies only. i guess emergencies are ignored when you want to be nosy.

sam wilson jesus christ, who added all of you people? this was supposed to be a fun group chat. not one full of whining

peter parker it's called avengers (no trauma version) everyone deserves to be here for a good time sam wilson there's my answer. kate bishop i'm here for a good time not a long time clint barton kate we've talked about this...

tony stark THAT FUCKER HID MY PHONE FROM ME! BIANCA MARIA STARK-POTTS WHO THE FUCK IS THAT MAN? WHO DID YOU GO ON A DATE WITH?

bianca stark potts te-he

kate bishop cute shoes

bianca stark-potts thanks! cute date too.

harley keener i'm going to tell them

bianca stark-potts don't you fucking dare keener! i'll take your lab privileges harley keener i will no longer be speaking

sam wilson BIANCA! YOU HAVE TO TELL US WHO IT IS!

bianca stark-potts it's a first date samuel, i'm not marrying the guy. calm down.

bucky barnes WE DESERVE ANSWERS STARK!

bianca stark-potts *stark-potts, put some respect on my mother's name

tony stark BIANCA YOU WILL TELL US WHO IT IS NOW!

natasha romanoff i don't think his poor heart can handle this stress bianca, you have to tell us.

bianca stark-potts no, i like having something to myself. if it becomes something serious i'll tell you guys, but for now it's just dating, nothing serious.

wanda maxmioff second date soon?

bianca stark-potts maybe? we'll see, nights not over yet

steve rogers well, as long as your safe with him, i don't care who he is.

bianca stark-potts thanks steve, i promise you guys will be the first to know if it becomes something else, when i'm ready to tell any of you.

stephen strange you people are all nuisances

america chavez and yet you still won't leave the group chat stephen strange any time i try someone keeps adding me back peter parker i'm doing god's work out here

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scuderiaferrari AND THAT'S ANOTHER WHAT? THAT'S ANOTHER WIN FOR FERRARI HERE IN MIAMI! MATER AND LIGHTNING MCQUEEN WIN AGAIN!

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📍 scuderiaferrari carlos ily but for the sake of the plot, you have to be mater. no one exudes lightning mcqueen energy quite like charles does

↳ carlossainz55 at least i'm not getting called sid like you do with max or crash and eddie like lando and oscar.

↳ maxverstappen1 why the hell am i getting dragged into this? i wanted nothing to do with this

↳ landonorris i still don't get the crash and eddie joke...

username this is a straight up violation on charles and carlos

pierregasly if anything i'm mater, i'm charles's best friend.

↳ scuderiaferrari not anymore pear

landonorris i knew i made the right choice sending you those lightning leclerc memes

↳ charles_leclerc THAT WAS YOU? NORIZZ WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU!

↳ landonorris hey isaiah_atkins one of your driver's just threatened me, are you going to let him get away with this?

↳ isaiah_atkins charles, we've talked about this. you can't threaten other drivers in public.

↳ landonorris so he can do it in private?

↳ isaiah_atkins only if it's his brother. i have no say in that one.

america_chavez does this make sebastian doc hudson?

↳ samwilson tony is guido, the ferrari superfan

↳ tonystark man fuck you sam

↳ samwilson hey isaiah_atkins look at this guy!

↳ isaiah_atkins i am on his payroll, i cannot say anything against this but tony for the love of god, set an example for the rest of the team.

username seeing a bunch of grown men argue over a children's movie is hilarious to me

username peter parker is chaotic neutral

↳ username nah, that twink is chaotic chaotic. he's up there with fernando on the chaos scale.

↳ harleykeener lol peter had been twinkified by the internet, this is hilarious

↳ username you're a twink too keener. no one is safe from this.

↳ username bucky barnes gives himbo energy, steve rogers too.

↳ username don't forget scott lang and thor!

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¡leclerc-s speaks! did you really think i wasn't going to make at least one cars reference in this fic? feel free to correct me if my imola ferrari 1-2 knowledge is wrong, i looked it up and i couldn't find another ferrari 1-2 at imola. this isn't knowledge i know off the top of my head. MONACO GP YOU'RE UP NEXT BABY!

¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!

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plscallmeeren · 1 year ago

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D O N ‘ T M I N D T H A T P T 2

Darcy Lewis x Reader

Request: yes from the wonderful @Dragonsw Who is basically my sponsor at this point

Summary: you just can't catch a break without getting caught... the amount of this chapter that is actual smut isn't much 🥲 (male reader)

Warnings: Swearing; kinda/nearly getting caught in the act; oral (f receiving); fingering; edging; daddy kink; slight sexual power dynamic; unedited

Word Count: 2.1K+

You jumped up from Darcy as you heard the door swing open, revealing none other than Natasha.

"What are you two up to? Getting it on the floor this time? Didn't think to lock the door?"

"We were only training," you countered, although you realised as you pulled on your t-shirt and threw Darcy her things that that wasn't very believable.

"M'sure. I wanna train now. Move," she ordered, walking past the lifted ring to reach the stepper.

"You know, theoretically, if we were doing what you thought we were," Darcy started, "the general curtousy would be to leave us."

It was unusual for her to be so outspoken in front of the other Avengers because she felt a little out of place, but you were thrilled to find she was settling in more and more.

"The naked woman speaks," Natasha taunted in return and Darcy blushed scarlet.

"C'mon, we've trained enough for today," you negotiated, ever the diplomat.

She slipped into her clothes again quickly and you couldn't help but press a kiss to her shoulder blade, but then you were out and smirking as you escaped her.

You liked to play, and she knew it.

•••

You smiled involuntarily when you felt the familiar weight of someone on your legs, but you didn't put down the book you were reading and promptly ignored her as she dragged herself closer and closer to your height.

"(Y/n)... please... I'm so wet, still..."

"I have no idea what you're talking about. I'm just resting up from that heavy training we did."

You couldn't help but run your fingers through her hair as she sighed contentedly against your skin.

"Baby, I can't take it..."

"I'm sure you'll be fine." You sat up, pushing your face past hers and whispered: "And the orgasm will be even better."

Standing, you then retreated to the living room where Natasha and Clint were watching Corpse Bride.

Darcy sat on your bed for a while longer, stunned, rubbing her legs together hopelessly when she finally accepted you had left.

•••

Halfway through the movie Clint fell asleep, even though it was still the afternoon, and Natasha nudged your shin with her foot.

"So, you playing the teasing game?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Because she's standing there glaring daggers at you."

Your head spun around painfully fast and you fought to hide your surprise when you saw Darcy pretending to make a sandwich.

Well, not so much pretending as failing; missing the cheese on the bread. Slicing once diagonally through the tomato instead of straight, and so on.

"So... you want some help?"

You contemplated for a moment. Darcy wasn't a jealous person, and you had even discussed your shared appreciation for tease and connected exhibitionism.

"Yeah. Sure."

She smirked. It was obvious Natasha had something planned, and she was undoubtedly good at persuasion in that sense, though you only really had eyes for your girlfriend.

She stood, walking towards the kitchen and purposefully dropping a knife she picked up. She leaned down slowly, displaying a perfect view for me from the couch. Darcy's left eyebrow twitched.

"Oh, I see what you're doing," she claimed outright, narrowing her eyes in displeasure. "A cunning game. I can play it, too."

Darcy approached Natasha as she stood up and took her hand in both of her own, slowly, sensuously licking up them, taking the well manicured index and middle digit down her throat.

Natasha grinned. She seemed awfully pleased to be caught up in the matter.

"That's enough," you said firmly, taking long strides toward the two and sending a harsh look towards Natasha, who slipped her fingers out of your girlfriend's mouth and held up her hands in mock surrender, swinging her hips exaggeratedly as she left the two of you alone.

You pressed your tongue into the side of your cheek, not taking your eyes off the brunette before you. She made a small noise and you could still see her trembling legs.

"You so wet for me that you just couldn't behave? Is that your excuse?" you growled, an unspoken threat on your mind.

"Y-Yeah. I'm so wet for you. So sweet."

You couldn't hold back, anymore. You pushed her against the counter, pulling her lips onto your own and biting her lower lip possessively. She whimpered, panting slightly when you pulled away and kissed at her jaw instead.

"Oh, fuck-"

You slipped a hands between her thighs as you continued to kiss her neck, sucking marks onto her skin she would proudly wear.

You palmed her core harshly, strong, curved movements that had her squirming and gripping onto the counter surface with all her might to steady herself.

"I can feel you through your pants, darling," you breathed smugly, dragging her sweatpants down in the same motion. Darcy gasped and held onto the counter even more-so, if that was possible.

"Yes, please, daddy, I-"

"What time is it?" came the groggy and unsuspecting voice of Clint from the nearby couch, the both of us springing apart as Darcy pulled her pants back up.

Just as I had discovered she was wearing nothing underneath.

"It's, uh, almost four," Darcy covered up hurriedly, bouncing on her heels in hopes of escaping the situation.

"Already? Hm. (Y/n), I need your help with something up in room 774..."

You looked Darcy in the eye for a second and realised you should have taken her then and there after training, whether Natasha was watching or not.

•••

It was one entire day later and you were two cold showers into lunch. Jane had called Darcy in on some urgent business, so neither of you were happy.

You had just finished cooking lunch in preparation for her return when she strutted in through the grey door with all the confidence and longing in the world.

You could have fucked her there, perhaps. Maybe you should have. But instead you presented her with delicious food and a snarky comment about nourishment for later.

"This is so good," she groaned, eating quicker than was likely good for her. "Get yourself a man who makes you a good hot lunch, huh?"

"Why, thank you. I'll be off searching as soon as I get my bowl back."

You both laughed and eventually she had finished eating, the two of you heading to the bathroom.

Once inside, you pushed her up against the wall, tapping her thighs so that she would wrap her legs around your waist (with your support, of course).

She was wearing a relatively slim long-sleeved top with a deep cut, as well as a skirt (a rare occurrence) that hiked up naturally when you pushed your groin closer to hers.

You made out passionately for a good moment, Darcy shivering at the temperature difference between the cold tiled wall and your warm flesh.

Finally, you set her down on the counter, lowering yourself to the height of her pussy and smirking at the large dark patch in her panties. She panted heavily somewhere above you.

"Please, (y/n), please, I- I need you," she whimpered, spreading her legs even wider as she pulled her skirt up around her waist. Only her soaked panties stood in the way, now.

You ripped them clean in half and put the remains in your pocket, dragging her thighs across the counter so that her cunt was right at the edge.

One kiss to her left thigh, a groan, another to her right, she whined, one last kiss to the top of her groin, then...

With a sound like a cat lapping at water, you dove in, licking at her pussy at the speed of light. This is what you had been waiting for. This is all you wanted.

Her whines grew louder and louder until you were farting your tongue in and out of her with an occasional kiss to her clit, and suddenly they were outright moans. Your fingertips dug into the flesh of her thighs to steady your pace, her hands tangling in your hair and pulling at it, but you didn't particularly mind.

You added two fingers without warning, focusing the full attention of your tongue on her clit while your digits rammed into her cunt, her moans turning to screams.

She was the epitome of erotica: Legs spread wide around your head, clothes unceremoniously crinkled and clumped to get them out of the way, trembling, hair disheveled, mascara smudged, shaking more, clenching, nearing-

Footsteps hurried on the other side of the door and with no other option, you picked Darcy up and placed her moaning mess in the adjoining cubicle, quickly slapping water at your face so that no one could tell you were covered in bodily fluids.

Darcy quieted in the back, only just coming down enough to think straight as the door slammed open, revealing Tony with Bruce behind him, the former clad in his entire suit with a gun lifted.

"Woah, man." Your eyes widened. Why on earth...?

"Oh, god. I told you, Tony, if someone is screaming in a bathroom it has a whole 'nother meaning."

"Okay, don't blame this on me. When JARVIS says there's an emergency and potential danger, you can't just ignore that. Also, no one's that loud unless they're with me."

"You're really arrogant, you know that? No one else is even here."

"Right."

They finally turned to look at you, who was standing rather perplexed and close to laughter.

"So... am I innocent, officers?" you jested, quirking an eyebrow.

Bruce left with an apologetic nod but Tony wasn't quite finished with you, yet.

"You're very loud, y'know. And just for your information, you sound like a girl when you're jerking off, I'm just saying, no harm in that- I mean, personally, I like a girl making noise but-"

Just when you were about to intervene and tell him that's not what you were doing, his eyes remained glued on your hip. Confused, you looked down, only to see the lacy underwear you had stuffed into your pocket.

"I can explain-"

"There are three options here," he started, ignoring you, "either you're into wearing that sorta thing - no judgement, of course, although it must bruise your ego that those fit - but I don't see the point in putting it in your pocket if that's the case. Scene two; your girlfriend's currently unavailable and you're filling the void inside you yourself so that you don't need another woman, but with the help of her underwear. Now, this explanation would suffice, but-"

He glanced down at the locked door to the adjoining cubicle and the feet peeking out under the door. "Given the evidence, I'd say you're not alone at all."

You couldn't help but grin. Tony was one of your closest friends and he sure knew how to draw out a moment long enough to make it hilarious.

"Have fun, kids. Don't forget to use the protection and," he turned, dramatically leaving his last line until he was halfway out the door, "do us the favour and lock the door. Unless you're into that sort of thing, I suppose."

He walked out and you quickly shut (and locked!) the door behind him. Darcy crept out to meet you.

You both burst out laughing.

The hot atmosphere from before evaporated, but that didn't mean you weren't both still in the mood.

You embraced each other slowly, again kissing, but this time slower, her hands clasped behind your neck while your arms wrapped around her waist.

Your girlfriend still standing, you fell to your knees, starting right where you left off with a grin.

You both laughed a lot and she came in no time.

A new kink had certainly been discovered.

And it wouldn't be the last time someone walked in on you.

It wouldn't even be the last time it was Tony.

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I had so much fun writing this, the Tony and Bruce scene had me internally cackling, but I don't know if you read it as funnily as I imagined 🥲

Almost three hundred people have read this shit?????? What????

Anyways

Sorry for the wait I'm back to studying so I can't write much. My humanities teacher is killing me.

Have a great day wherever you are, my darlings ❤️

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To The Young, All Health and Pleasure

Chapter One: Voice So Sweet

( Interlude I of the The Great Design Unfinished series )

By @octobergryphon & @goddessvicky

Fandoms: Captain America, MCU, Thor, Marvel, Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Covenant (2006 Movie) Relationships: Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes/Darcy Lewis, Bucky Barnes/Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers, Clint Barton/Natasha Romanoff, Sam Wilson/Wanda Maximoff, Jane Foster/Thor Odinson Characters: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Darcy Lewis, Jane Foster, Clint Barton, Sam Wilson, Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Chase Collins, Grant Ward, Tony Stark, Peggy Carter, Brock Rumlow, Pietro Maximoff Additional Tags: Stucky, WinterShieldShock, wintershield, wintershock, shieldshock, UST, au covenant, different powers, au magic, assault, bisexual steve, bisexual bucky, bisexual sam, everyone is poly because avengers, polyamory, frat houses, snake god cults, au modern with magic, college, friends to lovers, smut, we tried to make it fluff, we think we succeeded this time, but lesbianhonest we always fail, all the swears, slow burn, the slowest of burns, bring your aloe, Framily, OT3, polyamory

The truck was warm, from both the air blowing from the vents as well as the men on either side of Darcy Lewis. It was a familiar place for her to be, but she still felt a thrill travel up her spine at the knowledge that there was more than just simple friendship behind the affectionate hand on her knee and the knocks of their shoulders into hers.

“How long is the drive to Clint’s parents’ place?” she asked, fiddling with her iPod and navigating to her driving playlist.

“About two hours depending on traffic,” Bucky Barnes replied, settling further into his seat to concentrate on getting the three of them off campus. “The roads get a little close and wind around the farther out we go. It’s a small little place, even with the huge houses. Lots of pretentious Yankees.”

“It’s quiet,” Steve Rogers added, his arm stretched along the back of the bench seat. He was twisting a piece of Darcy’s hair around his finger, letting it fall away before reaching for the silky strands again. “They’ve got some space between them and the neighbors, so we won’t have to worry about being too loud.”

Mind already turning with the implications of that fact, Darcy couldn’t help the shiver that ran up her spine. She’d spent the entire Thanksgiving break with the group, and had loved every second of it, but this trip seemed more intimate, and she was looking forward to getting to know everyone even more. Speaking of intimate, the thought as her eyes flicked to her right. Steve had a smile on his face, blue eyes bright as Bucky left the campus proper and turned onto the highway. “You guys spend every New Year’s there?”

“When we can,” Bucky said, fingers flexing on Darcy’s knee, watching her gaze swing his way. “We weren’t able to in 2016.”

“Why?”

“Clint had mono.”

Darcy’s lips turned up at the mention of the chaotic good blond. She’d missed his jokes over the break. “Who’d he get it from?”

“It was going around the school,” Bucky answered with a shrug.

“Sam and Bekah got it, too,” Steve said, leaning closer to Darcy and taking a deep breath, the scent of her shampoo pulled deep into his lungs. “It was quite the mystery.”

The playfulness of Steve’s words were in strict contrast to the heat held in his eyes. Darcy’s lips parted, her heartbeat speeding, when he leaned forward enough to capture her lips. It was a continuation of the kiss he’d given her earlier when she’d gotten in the truck, only this time there weren’t on campus. She sighed against his body, all coherent thoughts fleeing her mind and being replaced with want.

Movement to his right pulled Bucky’s eyes from the road, his fingers tightening around the steering wheel at the vision Steve and Darcy made. He watched Steve’s long fingers tangle in Darcy’s hair, lost in the darkness as he deepened the kiss, pulling her closer. Bucky shifted, his jeans becoming uncomfortable. He was stuck there, held fast by what he was seeing, and his attention was only pulled away when the tires of the truck crossed the white line and hit the rumble strip.

The vibration of the truck pulled Steve’s focus, and though it had already been racing from kissing Darcy, his heart thumped even faster as he pulled back quickly, eyes wide when they looked over at Bucky. “Are you okay?”

There was a little bit of fear in Steve’s voice, and Bucky felt a blush of embarrassment for making his best friend worry. “Sorry, I was distracted.”

“By what?” Darcy asked, tongue swiping along her full bottom lip, blinking quickly in an attempt to recognize anything past her lust.

The chuckle that rumbled in Bucky’s chest was warm, and his fingers flexed against her knee. “Really? You have to ask?”