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Funny How Time Flies
terry richmond x black, fem!/plus size reader
summary:Â you are a shy, introverted person who wants to break out of your shell and experience fun at least once in your life. During a mutual friend's group trip, you meet Terry and have the best sex with him. Once the fun is over, will you and Terry stay in touch?
warnings: explicit smut (18+), light use of daddy, foul language, dirty talking, dom/sub, oral (f), pussy slaps, fingering, unprotected sex, nicknames (beautiful, baby, baby girl), words: (3k)
note:Â hey, I'm working on another mini-series, but this one is sweet, wholesome, and freaky! let me know your thoughts and if you want to be tagged in future parts. please enjoy!
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Youâve been shy and introverted your entire life, often feeling tired of this loneliness. Your daily routine typically consists of working, exercising, and returning home, which leaves little opportunity for social interaction or adventure.
While you go out when you want to, most of your time is spent at home with your loving dog. Despite that, you know something is missingâparticularly, a boyfriend and a more vibrant social life.
The anxiety stemming from your shyness made it difficult for you to step outside your comfort zone. You want to seek more experiences beyond the walls of your home and be more outgoing.
When your friends Sasha and Maya invited you on a group trip, you accepted. They were surprised but happy and reassured you that you wouldnât feel left out or awkward during the trip.
Sasha, in particular, couldnât contain her excitement, as explained by her boyfriend, Bryce. He was bringing his old marine friend, Terry Richmond.
You met the girls at the airport and greeted them with hugs. Sasha explained that Bryce and Cameron needed to find Terry, which made you feel nervous. She told you a little about him, but ultimately, you would have to form your own opinion about him.
"Oh, here they come! Finally,â Sasha replied, gesturing towards three tall, fit men in the distance.
Bryce was a tall, dark-skinned man, while Cam was kind of brown-skinned since he was lighter than Bryce. Then your eyes led to him. Who must be Terry?
At that moment, you felt an undeniable spark of love at first sight. Terry was slightly taller than Bryce and Cam and had a lighter skin tone.
He was so handsome, with good hands, good lips, and, good god, a nice body!!! He was fine, and you wanna intertwine him.
"Good, made it back on time and found big dawg," Bryce nudged Terry on the arm, laughed, and then moved over to Sasha.
"Yeah, bro was at the wrong damn gate/terminal," Cam said, walking over to Maya and greeted her with a kiss on the forehead.
"My fault; it's been a minute since I've been at the damn airport; y'all know I don't travel a lot," Terry chuckled lightly as he caught you staring, prompting you to look away.
"Well, we're glad you found him. Now...um, Terry, I want you to meet someone," Maya said with a smile.
He raised his eyebrows curiously and she motioned towards you and introduced you to Terry by using your name.
âHey, there!â He said, giving a polite wave, and you just stared at him. Everyone looked at you, awaiting your response, but nothing came out until Sasha nudged you.
âHi,â you said, waving back with a small mile. You held his gaze for a moment, feeling a flutter of nerves in your stomach, before shyly turning your eyes away.
The flight to Cancun, Mexico, is currently boarding for its scheduled departure at 1 PM. Passengers are advised to have their boarding passes and identification ready and to proceed to the gate promptly.
"Okay, that's us. Who's ready to get Lit?" Maya clapped her hands, easing the awkwardness and creating a more hype vibe.
Sasha wrapped her arm around your shoulders playfully, giving you a knowing look through her sunglasses.
"Look at you, drooling all over Terry already; I told you he would be your type," She teased, and you playfully hit her arm.
Soon enough, you were all on the plane, and of course, you were sitting next to Terry. He was talking to you, but you felt so nervous that your responses were short.
You both had a lot in common: you were single, didnât get out much, and were on this trip to have fun. You couldnât believe that a handsome man like Terry wanted to talk to you despite your shyness.
Terry was eager to talk to you from the moment he first saw you. He felt a strong connection and wanted to get to know you better. He was really glad he decided to go on this trip because your sweet and shy nature made him want to break you out of your shell.
âYou're kind of the shy and quiet type, huh?! I like that; some people say I'm reserved, so I guess I can relate,"
"You don't seem like it; you seem like an outgoing person." You look at him for a second. His captivating hazel-green eyes burn into yours, causing a flutter in your chest.
"Well, I sometimes can be both; I'm a little reserved when I don't know the person, but if I know you, I'm more open, I guess," Terry explained, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips.
"What makes me so different?" You asked in a playful tone, building some confidence.
Terry laughs and smirks, "I guess you're that special!"
You felt like your heart exploded the way he looked at you, obviously attracted to you. You just nodded, looking away, trying to hide your smile.
âHey....come on, I was just getting used to hearing that pretty voice of yours,â Terry said, leaning in, and your breath hitched.
You and Terry chatted throughout the entire plane ride. Although you were still a bit shy, you found yourself being more talkative than before, which felt positive.
Perhaps Terry was just what you needed for this trip. Once your group arrived at the stunning villa, you marveled at its beautiful interior.
âAlright,â Maya announced, her enthusiasm infectious as she gathered everyone to discuss the week's activities. She carefully ensured everyone felt included and excited about them.
Maya suggested you all chill and settle into our bedrooms for the afternoon. You began rolling your heavy suitcase down the hall, its wheels clicking softly against the floor.
âDo you need a hand?â Terry asked, approaching with a friendly smile and ready to help you with your suitcase.
"Yeah, thanks." You said with a small smile, walking to your bedroom door and walking in.
"You can put it right there, " You said, pointing at the chair before you and indicating that he should place it there. Terry glanced at you curiously as if he were too nervous to ask a question.
A moment of silent communication passes between you. Terry stepped forward, closing the distance, and you felt your heart race.
You instinctively wanted to shy away, but you fought against the urge, reminding yourself to be brave.
âI hope this doesnât sound too forward, but I would love to take you on a date tonight. I am drawn to you and want to crack your shy shell and see whatâs inside. Of course, only if you want me to," He expressed with a hopeful smile.
âI would love that, Terry,â You said with a smile. Terry smiled back, gave you his number, and set the date plans.
He walked out, winking at you as he left the bedroom. You bit your lip and excitedly squealed, jumping dramatically onto the comfortable bed.
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You told the girls about the date, and they were so excited that they went upstairs to your bedroom to help you out.
âI donât think I can do this; it's been so long since i've been on a date, and all together, I'm shy as fuckâ You said, getting your nerves up.
âBabe, itâs fine. You need this, and Terry is an amazing guy. We wouldn't have brought him on this trip if we didn't know he would be perfect for you.â Sasha says, ease your anxiety a lot more.
âSasha is right; just have fun and let go, but not too much; you might get dicknotized,â Maya smiles playfully as she hands you a sexy yellow dress that catches the light beautifully.
"This will look amazing on you," She added, her eyes sparkling excitedly. As you slipped into the dress, your nerves faded, replaced by a sense of pride.
Maya's perfume filled the room as she sprayed on you; it had a familiar and comforting aroma.
Sasha, the fashionista, was styling your box braids and applying your makeup while you looked in the mirror.
"Remember," She said, glancing over her shoulder, "confidence is key. Just be yourself."
After saying bye to Sasha and Maya, you closed the door behind you and took a deep breath. You were walking downstairs and Terry stood there at the bottom, clearly waiting for you.
His eyes widened, taking in every detail. You couldn't help but giggle at his look of awe. He seemed captivated by your radiant beauty, his gaze lingering on your elegant curves.
âWow, you look beautiful,â Terry said. You smiled and looked him over, noticing he was wearing a black button-up shirt and shorts.
"Thank you. Um..you look beautif-I mean handsome!" You cursed at yourself in your mind, feeling totally embarrassed, and Terry found it cute.
"Thanks! Are you ready?" Terry asked, holding his arm out with a smile and you happily accepted.
Both of you walk leisurely down the path, arm in arm while listening to the gentle sound of waves crashing against the shore accompanies you as you make your way to the charming ocean-view restaurant that overlooks the sparkling waters.
You and Terry walk inside, and the warm glow of the intimate setting welcomes you. You find a cozy table for two awaiting your arrival. Moments later, a friendly waiter approaches, ready to take your drink orders.
While waiting, Terry struck up a conversation that flowed effortlessly. His warm smile and engaging demeanor made it easy to share about yourself. With every exchanged joke and smile, you found yourself becoming more comfortable, as if he had a talent for bringing out the best in people.
His smooth charm was evident; he made you feel special and understood, gently encouraging you to step out of your shy little shell and embrace the moment because the air between you crackled with sexual tension, growing palpable by the minute.
The waiter approached your table, balancing a tray of drinks that shimmered in the dim light. He set them down before you with a polite smile. After taking your food orders, he left you both.
Terry, his eyes sparkling, leaned in closer, a playful grin spreading across his face.
âWhile we wait, how about we play a game of âWould you rather?ââ Terry proposed, the excitement in his voice making the suggestion feel inviting.
"Okay," You replied, intrigued and ready to dive into the game.
âOkay, would you ratherâŚâ Terry started, propping his chin on his hand as he contemplated the question.
âWould you rather live deep in the ocean or explore the vastness of space?â
You paused for a moment, considering the options carefully. âHmm, thatâs a tough choice. But I think I would choose space,â You finally replied.
âMmm, interesting! What makes you lean toward space?â Terry inquired, leaning forward with curiosity.
âI have always been interested in space and astronomy. If I could, I would be an astronaut, and the experience would be exciting,â You said, taking a sip of your wine.
"Wow, I would love to learn more about that, but it's your turn," Terry said, his eyes lighting up with curiosity and a warm smile spreading across his face. The "Would You Rather" game had been going for a while and had taken a slightly naughty turn.
Before long, the waiter arrives with both of your meals, setting them down on the table with a flourish. As the delightful aromas fill the air, you take a moment to appreciate the dishes before returning to Terry.
Intrigued by the connection you two are building, you changed the subject wanting to know about Terry's interests and experiences, eager to learn more about his passions.
Terry paused mid-sentence, his gaze falling on your necklace, which had come unhooked. With a gentle smile, he leaned in close and secured the clasp.
You found yourself momentarily lost in the warmth of his touch, savoring the soft caress against your dark brown skin, a delightful contrast that sent a shiver of warmth through you.
Terry pulled away, a smirk playing on his lips, and effortlessly transitioned back into talking as if nothing had happened. You couldn't help but notice his subtle game; it was working on you like a charm.
Your desire was intense, and your craving seemed to deepen with every word he spoke. You were utterly captivated, wanting him more than ever before.
After dinner, you both walk silently side by side on the beach. Your hands nearly touch until Terry grabs yours and holds it, making you smile.
You slowly look up at him, and you find that his eyes are already fixed on you.
"What?" You asked.
"Just admiring how gorgeous you are," Terry stopped you from walking by wrapping his arms around your plump waist.
You touched his chest, thinking you both would finally kiss. But Terry was teasing you again. He lifted you slightly, catching you off guard and causing you to drop your purse and heels.
âOh my goodness, what are you doing, Terry?â You gasped, struggling to escape his firm hold on you.
âLetâs get in the water; I bet itâs cold,â He said, trying to pull you closer.
âNo, Terry!â You squealed, quickly breaking free from his grasp and running away from him with your tongue sticking out.
âHey!â he yelled, chasing after you. When he finally caught you, he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and started tickling you.
You bounced up and down with laughter, trying to escape his grip. Just as Terry was about to say something, he accidentally tripped over something in the sand. Both of you fell together. You looked at him, and he looked at you.
You both laughed as Terry rolled off of you, pulling you onto his chest and kissing the top of your head, making your heart flutter. He eventually helped you out of the sand and retrieved your purse and heels.
Feeling a surge of confidence, you leaned in and pressed your lips against his, surprising him with the suddenness of your action. As you pulled back, a shy smile crept onto your face, and you turned your gaze to the side, feeling excitement and nervousness.
In an instant, Terry reached out, his fingers gently cupping your cheek, drawing your attention back to him. His eyes searched yours, a blend of sweetness and warmth reflected in them.
Then, without breaking his gaze, he leaned in closer, his lips brushing softly against yours as he kissed you, igniting a flutter of butterflies in your stomach.
You let out a muffled moan, feeling his hands gliding over your ass with a gentle yet teasing touch. Your breath caught in your throat, pulling away while feeling him firmly grasping it.
"Do you wanna continue this back at the villa?" Terry asked, his eyes darkened with desire as he looked down at you.
"Yes," you said, nodding firmly as you still held the gaze. Your voice remained steady, even as a whirlwind of emotions surged within youâexcitement, desire, and a hint of nervousness mingled together.
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Once stepped into the bedroom, Terry pressed you against the solid door. His lips met yours in a passionate, rough kiss, feeling an electric spark hit and made your heart race.
"I've been waiting to take this dress off you since I saw you in it," He murmured in your ear, running his hands down the bodice of your yellow dress.
"And it's just driving me wild," He whispered, which made you shiver.
"Well, take it off if you're brave enough," You spoke boldly, which made him smirk.
You gasped as he lifted you in his arms and carried you to the bed. You still couldn't get over the fact that he was so strong to pick you up, which was a turn-on for you.
He picked you down as both of you stood at the edge of the bed; he was kissing your neck, and his lips peppered on your dark-brown skin, pausing here and there to suck on the sensitive flesh.
His hand reached behind your back to find the zipper of your dress, pushing it down to your feet. You step out of it, and his hands touch your exposed breasts.
As you stood there, a wave of insecurity washed over you, causing you to shy away slightly. Just when you thought about retreating and hiding yourself, Terry stopped you. His gaze was steady and inviting, searching your eyes.
"You're beautiful, baby. Don't hide from me!" He whispers genuinely, making you feel warm inside. You kiss him as his hands grip your breasts.
You let out a soft moan, pulling away and popping his black button-up shirt open. You admired his abs and slid your fingers down his chest.
Terry shivered slightly at your touch; you had the same effect on him as he had on you. Both of you practically ripped each other's clothes. You gently laid yourself down as Terry hovered above you.
You pulled him down for another kiss as he cupped your right breast in his hand while his lips moved away from yours. His tongue dragged across the dark area of your areola.
"Such nice big tits, so good to suck," Terry growls and grabs both of your breasts with his hand, squeezing and sucking them, causing you to whimper.
"How does that feel, baby?" He asked, pulling away from sucking your nipples as his right hand traveled down to your wet folds, and circled them.
A loud moan escaped your lips, felt him push two fingers inside of you, prompting you to cover your mouth to avoid being heard by the others.
"Nah, baby girl, none of that. You have no idea how desperate I want to hear you moan for me. If you donât let yourself make any sounds, Iâll have to find a way to draw them out."
"Yes-yes....ohhhh....It-it feels good....ahh......so good," You moaned, feeling him moved below and rested between your plump legs, glancing up at you. He spread them wide, getting a good look at your pussy.
"Mmmm, a pretty girl with a pretty pussy" He said before placing his hands on your legs and dragging his tongue between your wet folds.
"Yes....fuck....ahh fuck" You moaned, arching your back and grabbing your breasts as he repeated the action with more pressure, his tongue sliding against your bundle of nerves.
"Mmm, tastes so damn good, girl" His hands were holding your wide hips as he continued to suck and lick you dry, drawing desperate soft moans from your mouth.Â
Terry buried deeper between your plump legs, which was driving you crazy. The pleasure you were feeling going through your body was so overwhelming.
"Ahh fuck, Terry fucking eat this pussy, mutherfucka" You moaned, and your fingers gently caressed his head, relishing the closeness of him.
Terry chuckles. "Mmm, there you go, keep talking nasty to me, baby. I see I'm bringing the best out of you, the freak in you," He said before resuming devouring your pussy.
Another loud moan escaped your lips as the pleasure built within you, clenching around his fingers while you felt yourself getting close.
"Are you gonna cum, beautiful?" He asked, moving up to look into your eyes and began to finger fuck you fast.
"Yes, Terry, oh shit.....fuck-fuck don't stop fuck." You cried, suddenly cumming hard, eyes rolling in the back of your head.
"Yeah, that's it, baby girl. Fucking cum for Daddy," Terry said, still fingering you and then smacking your pussy as wet gushing came out of you, causing you to cry.
"Shit, look at that, baby. And I did all that with my tongue and fingers; I can't wait to see how your pussy takes my dick" He said with a chuckle, licking his fingers, and you watched him coming down from your intense high.
You kissed him, slightly tasting yourself as he cupped your breast in his hand while your hand slid down his chest to his throbbing dick; you got a good look at it and gasped at it.
"Like what you see?" Terry whispered in your ear.
"Yes, it's so big," You moaned, moving your hand up and down his length as you kissed him again but deeply. A very deep moan came from his mouth when you got a little faster.
"Fuck, girl, I need youâŚ" Terry said with a slight moan, which made you smile. He moved on top of you and slowly entered your folds, causing you to go bananas.
You were loving the fullness of his thickness inside of you as he began thrusting, drawing soft moans from you. Terry asked, looking down at you to see if it was good, but you nodded.
"Come on, baby. Don't get shy on me again; tell me how it feels?" He asked, his hands on your waist sliding down to grasp your wide hips, pulling you closer so he could bury himself deeper.
"Yes, Terry fuck me, fuck it feels good!" You moaned, wrapping your plump legs around his waist tighter, allowing a new, delicious angle that you both liked.
Your moans became louder and more frequent as his thrusts came faster but still as gently and passionately as ever.
"That's it, girl....let everyone know i'm fucking this pussy good, You like it, you like how I am fucking you" Terry moaned while his rhythm never stopped looking down at you with so much desire and lust;
"Oh yes, Daddy fuck me, it feels so good," You cried, looking up at him as he lifted your legs to his shoulders and pounding into you faster and harder but much more profound.
"Take that fucking dick like a good girl;" Terry growled, tightening his grip on your legs.
"....fuck are you about to cum, baby?" Terry moaned, feeling the warmth of your walls, clenched around him.
"Oh....yes, fuckfuckfuck..I'm-I'm cumming-" You moaned, digging your nails deep into his arms and scratching down.
"Fucking let it go, baby."
"AHHH!!" You screamed, coming hard again and Terry wasn't too far behind, cursing, pulling out; your legs immediately fell to his waist as his hot cum spurted all over your belly, making you slightly giggle.
"Shit," Terry cursed, lowered himself, and propped up on his left arm as his head buried in your neck.
He entirely collapsed on top of you, and you wrapped your arms around him. You slid your hand up and down his sweaty back while he gave you small, lazy kisses on your face and neck.
Terry rolls off you, and both of you calm down from your high. You bite your lip and turn to prop yourself up to look at him.
"That wasâ" You couldn't decide what word to use. It was beyond amazing, it was...
"Mind-blowing, yeah," He agreed, looking at you and lifting himself up to kiss you.
"Up for another round in the shower?"He asked, pulling away and caressing your hip.
"Yes!" Both of you smirked at each other and got out of bed to walk to the bathroom; Terry made you cum two more times that night.
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It may be the end of summer but the fun is just beginning!
Goodbye summer see you again next year :)
#oh how time flies by when your having fun#i hope everyone had a wonderful summer!#now onto new adventures into the next season#good thing the waterpark is open all year round!#soon fall will be here and I am so excited for it!!!!!#ok ok now tags#waterpark au#Waterspark bay#Waterspark bay au#dca au#crunch art
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DPxDC prompt: Danny is Chronos' first child.
Well, not his first child biologically, to be completely honest.
It just so happened that the Phantom very often helped/helps/will help Clockwork at different times and his presence next to the titan required an explanation.
And the opportunity to call Zeus a little brother is worth a lot, right? So when the Ancient came up with this idea Phantom did not resist just to have such a pleasant bonus from their cooperation.
However, in the time of the gods and heroes, such a solution was not a problem. But in modern times, when Phantom tries to attract as little attention as possible in order to graduate from university, such relatives are more likely to cause a lot of problems.
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Wonder Woman: Uncle Danny?
Superman, who wanted to chase away a teenager serenely strolling through still smoking battlefield, turns to Wonder Woman, who is waving affably at excactly this guy.
Well, Fenton honestly happened to be in Fawcett City by accident, and it just so happened that by chance it was on this sunny and cloudless day that the villains decided to cause riots worthy of the attention of the founders of the Justice League.
Danny: Diana! My dear, it seems like we really haven't seen each other not for a long time! In what century was it? Ah, I honestly, I barely remember it... The speed at which children grow up defies the laws of time. I mean, look at you! Your mother must be so proud. How's Dad? Still not paying child support, arrogant bastard?
Wonder Woman: Oh, uncle, please. I'm all grown up now, don't worry about me.
Danny: Hm, well, let's get back to this question later. I didn't want to embarrass you in front of your friends. Anyway, would you like to introduce them, little princess?
Wonder Woman: Of course, meet Kal El, Batman, and Shazam. The rest of the guys have already returned to our base. Would you like to...
Danny: Ooh, you're talking about, um... What do you young people call it? The Justice League, right? During my youth, the heroes rarely united and mostly performed all the feats alone. It's good that you help each other, kids.
Danny flies up a little to pat Superman and Batman on the head.
Under the Diana's gaze full of hope that they will get along with her uncle, the men do not move.
In the background:
Red Hood and Robin who used to hang out with Danny near the Lazarus pits: *sounds of seagulls dying of laughter*
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Flash: So you're Diana's uncle?
Danny: Yes, call me Danny.
Flash: Cool, cool...
Danny: What does the temperature have to do with it? Do you need ice? Let me make some for you.
Flash: No, it's like,um, I didn't know that Zeus has a younger brother with that name. So, it's good to know?
Danny: Hmm, thanks. Many people tell me that I look quite young, hah. But actually I'm his older brother, so...
Flash: Older? Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to disrespect.
Danny: No, it's all right. It's "cool". I rarely appear on the pages of your human myths and legends, I know it. After all this business about Chronos devours his own children, my father punished me for a long time. So, yeah...It's a funny story.
Flash: Punished for what? How?
Danny: Uh, sitting in a room at a time when there is no Internet or electricity is not fun at all. You see, I just didn't want a younger brother or sister because I was afraid that my parents would pay less attention to me. So, I made up this stupid prophecy and persuaded Gaea to tell it in order to remain the only child in the family. My father would never have thought that I would decide to kill him, that's why...Phah, it's just a bad family story. In 10 thousand years, we'll all laugh about it.
Flash: Yeah, that's... funny.
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Danny *is woken up by an emergency call from the League at three in the morning, although he fell asleep at two o'clock* (he gave his contact so as not to upset his niece): I knew this would happen! I knew it!
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Billy Batson *stands in his human form in front of the Justice League and doesn't know what to say*,*sweating nervous*.
Danny *enters the hall*: What's up, mortals, Diana and...Batman? My father said that there is something that I have to be here for. Oh! Well, at least someone in this family is also a shapeshifter. Have you decided to make a younger form so that your uncle doesn't feel lonely? What a good boy! Usually everyone is so afraid to seem like children, once they turn a couple of centuries old. Ah, youth~
Billy: Yeah, I decided to..experiment? and it seems I got stuck by accident.
Danny: It's okay, Uncle Danny will help you. Come on, let's go...
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Danny *teleports them to the Fawcett City*.
Billy: ....
Danny:
Billy: Hey, I'm still stuck!
A new portal opens and a man in a purple cape hands Billy a note. "Go to Constantine. P.S., my son always completes all assignments only by half, sorry." written on it.
Billy: Oh... OoOhHh!!!
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Meanwhile, Constantine, who is forced to do additional work: Son of a bi... beloved and respected Master of Time.
Danny: Yeap, that's me.
Constantine: Damn it. Couldn't you just let Batman adopt him like in other timelines?
Danny: And where's the fun in that?
#dpxdc#dpxdc prompts#dcxdp#dpxdc prompt#dpxdc crossover#dc x dp prompt#clockwork is kronos#dp clockwork
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The Mist Switch
Male Fairy x Elf fem!readerâ aphrodisiac mist, dub con, nipple play, bondage (vines), clit play, tentacle penetration (vines again), voyeurism
As Elves, neither you nor your elf friend you were secretly crushing on knew just how long your prank war had been going on for. You had started it, of course, after chickening out of your attempt to kiss him and instead pushed his face into a pie.
Ever since then you two had been pranking each other every now and then whenever the mood strikes. The last prank was done by you when you put meat in his trousers and got a beast to chase him around for a bit.
Now was his time to prank you back. He had it all planned. He hired a little fairy to spray you with a magical mist that for 24 hours would turn you into the size of a fairy. Oh heâd torture you until you cracked and finally confessed your love for him.
Could he just admit he loved you too? Yes. Would he? Not when this option was so much more fun.
The little fairy flew and flew until he found you frolicking in a nearby meadow. You looked so beautiful, your soft curves glimmering in the sunlight. As he flew closer he couldnât stop himself from imagining the way heâd suck on your hard nipples, bringing you to release from that one touch alone. Before heâd move down and stuff his face against your entrance just so he can taste how sweet you are straight from the source.
His mind was hazy with lust as he reaches you, his eyes unfocused on anything beside your gorgeous plump body. Blindly reaching into his bag of magic he sprays some mist in your face at the same time you spot him.
âWhat just happened?!â You ask in alarm, looking at the unknown fairy whoâs staring at you like he wants to devour you.
A warm buzz begins to flood through your body. Making you tingly and aroused. Your eyes widen as you rub your thighs together for some friction. Your pussy gushing with arousal.
âW-what did you do? Who are you?â You ask breathlessly, wanting nothing more than to take this strange fairy suffocate him with your pussy.
The fairy looks at you in shock over your reaction, having no idea what went wrong. Youâre not shrinking at all! He looks down at his hand and only now notices he sprayed you with the aphrodisiac mist instead of the shrinking mist! His cheeks burn red from embarrassment.
âI-I was hired to prank you with a shrinking mist but it seems as though they got mixed up,â he explains bashfully, showing you the bottle.
You internally curse your friend for hiring such a dumb fairy but also god do you wish he was here to take care of you. Your eyes fall back on the fairy⌠the incredibly sexy fairy. Fuck, you just needed something to ease the fire burning hot inside you and soaking your panties.
âWell you caused this so you need to take care of it. Now!â You say with a huff.
You lay in the bed of flowers, throwing your robes off recklessly. Not caring about anything other than this fairy getting you off. The fairy looks down at you in awe, all his recent fantasies coming true. He wonders if he subconsciously did this on purpose just so he could fuck you, but he wouldnât think about that right now. Not when you need him so badly.
The fairyâs wings flutter and heâs flying down on top of you before you can change your mind. Not that you would with your need so unbearable. He lands on your soft belly and he could just melt into you, your skin is so warm and lovely. You hiss the moment he touches you, youâre so sensitive you could cum just from his little body grinding onto you.
Using his strength he picks up your breast and opens his mouth wide to suck on your hard nipples just as he imagined. You moan loudly, hips jerking in the air. The little fairy holds on tight and sucks greedily on the bud, basking in the way you writhe against the grass.
âP-please! I need more,â you beg, your mind lost to the lust that rages through you.
The fairy releases your nipple with a loud pop. He flies down to your glistening cunt, your folds all lovely and wet and waiting for him. His cock tents in his small pants, getting harder and harder the longer he touches you. Using his body he spreads your fat lips and you moan, trying to rock closer to him. He cries out, holding onto you so he doesnât fall off.
With a bit of his own magic he commands vines close by to wrap around your arms and legs, tying you firmly you to the ground. You gasp and squirm against them, their rough caress only turning you on even more.
The fairy pulls down his pants and lines his aching cock up against your clit. He grinds into you and you both release long ragged moans. His own mind begins to cloud over and all he can focus on is giving you both the pleasure you need so bad.
Your body twitches and shakes with deep pressure of the fairyâs cock rubbing your clit so nicely. You can feel his hips snap against your core, short grunts leave you every time his balls slap against your over sensitive clit. The vines stopping you from moving with him or moving away from the unrelenting pleasure.
Yet you still have a deep rooted need to be filled to the brim and you throw your head back, the fire inside you only getting hotter without your release. Sensing what you need, the fairy uses more of his magic and a second later you jump as long thick vines slide deep inside your hot wet cunt.
The fairy and his vines work in tandem to bring you higher and higher. The fairy digs his fingers into your wide waist and ruts into you like a madman, wildly desperate to feel you come undone because of him. All while his vines plunge deep into your depths, brushing along your gummy walls and hitting you just right.
You cum with a fierce scream that echoes throughout the meadow. The fairy releases soon after you, his hot cum jolting outward and spraying all over your delicious belly.
The fairy sags against you, completely spent. The two of you lay there, your limbs still tied to the ground as you both shake with the force of your release. You can feel the heat inside you start to settle a little yet itâs still there, just waiting to ignite.
The sudden sound of a branch snapping in the distance has your head jerking up in surprise. You come face-to-face with your elf friend, a smug smirk on his lips. He crosses his arms and leans against a nearby tree. Looking up and down your plump form you can see his own eyes cloud over with lust.
âWell, well, well. What do we have here?â He asks, pushing off the tree and heading toward you both.
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Pairing: Choi Seungcheol x f!reader
Genre: smut, fluff
warnings: sex tape, oral sex, dacryphilia, spitting, anal play, facial, praise kink, manhandling, unprotected sex/creampie, dom/brat dynamics (sir kink), sex toys, double penetration, spanking/clit slapping, dad cheol
Length: ~ 6.1k
Note: any complaints can be directed to @bitchlessdino for thinking cheol would be the type to film an amateur sex tape. ceremonial mention of @gyuswhore for beta reading and encouraging this tom foolery. also @wooahaeproductions and @millennial-fangirl t agging @wonustars @ugh-yoongi and @the-boy-meets-evil for more fun
summary: Your husband takes his birthday more seriously than anyone you know. When he's scheduled for a business trip across the country, forcing you two to celebrate apart for the first time in your entire relationship, you decide to get creative with his gifts this year. Can be read as a stand alone or a continuation of Freak Like Me!
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âI hate it,â your husband announces before collapsing on top of you.
Seungcheol is always pouting about something. Heâs dramatic by nature, a classic whiner. He does it for attention. Your attention.Â
 It is a business trip out of the country for two weeks. He hates it because his birthday is in the middle of it.Â
Since the dawn of your relationship, birthdays are spent naked in bed for hours followed by fancy dinners and gifts (despite your objection heâs all you need) and more domestic love making that left both of you sore for days.Â
This will be the first birthday in eight years youâll spend apart. And with how serious Seungcheol takes his birthday, itâs more devastating than the six months you spent long distance after college.
âI know, baby,â you coo. âWe can celebrate when you get home though. Go to that steakhouse downtown you like.â
âBut I want to spend it with you. I always spend it with you.â He shivers as you rake a hand through his hair, nails scratching just right to make him weak.
âOne birthday isnât gonna kill you. Promise.â
âYou donât know that. People die of broken hearts all the time.â
âOh my god,â you snort. âIâm not leaving you, youâre going away for two weeks. On a promotion trip you begged for.â
âWhat if I became a trophy husband?â
âYouâre too bougie for that. Weâd end up homeless.â
All of his complaints prove heâs unaware of your scheming. The second he shared the news, you set to work.
The guest list for a surprise barbecue two days before he flies out is confirmed; custom cufflinks heâd been planning to buy himself tucked away under extra sheets in the guest room; white lingerie thatâll remind him of your wedding night already in the mail, set to arrive while heâs gone to enjoy upon return.Â
But thereâs one thing for him to take on his trip. A consolation prize for missing each other on one of the most important days of the year (tied with your birthday and just above your anniversary).
Youâve taken videos and pictures of yourself in varying states of ruin for Seungcheolâs enjoyment. Heâs done the same. Flashes of his fist covered in cum in the dim light of his room back when you didnât cohabitate. Videos of him jerking off, rambling about all the things heâd do to you.
Heâs only ever admitted it once. A fantasy he keeps tucked away, bubbling just under the surface. Itâd been almost two years ago when drunkenness threw inhibitions to the wind (along with the way his cock stretched your throat) that Seungcheol, without much thought to the matter, admitted how badly he wanted to film it. Film you, mouth full of him, cum spilling across your lips, eyes watering.Â
Neither of you mentioned it again afterwards but the idea stayed firmly planted in your subconscious.Â
And what better occasion to make your on screen debut than your husbandâs birthday?
âI do have one ideaâŚto make up for you being gone.â You say, smoothing down the back of his shirt. âFor both of us, really.â
âAnd what is that Mrs. Choi?â
âI want you to fuck me.â
âOkay,â he huffs with amusement. âI can pencil that in.â
âI wasnât done yet.â You force him off your chest into a cushion, taking over the prime real estate of his lap. âI want to make a sex tape.â
âWhat?â
âSo you can watch it whenever you miss me during your trip.â
âBaby, you donât have tooââ
âI want to.â You nod. âHonestly more for me than you but I thought itâd be a nice birthday present.â
âAre you serious?â
âMhm.â
âShit, okay.â He takes a breath, calming down the need growing in his chest. âTonight?â
âNo, Iâve gotta get some stuff.â You kiss his neck just to tease him, chest to chest with a grind back into his crotch because heâs your husband and you can.
His chin tips back to give you space, fingers twitching at your waist thinking of all the possibilities. âWhat kind of stuff are we talking about?â
âItâs not a surprise if I tell you.â
âBut itâs for my birthday,â he argues.
âPerfect time for surprises then, isnât it?â You hop off him and beeline for the shower, his footsteps barely a second behind.
Based on aesthetics alone, youâd pass for one of those amatuer porn couples; you wrapped in Seungcheolâs favorite pair of panties sans bra, him half naked with sweatpants low on his waist. A lamp casts the room in a dull warm glow that you hope will soften the unforgiving quality of the camera.
Seungcheol is meticulous. If he had it his way then the professional grade camera he got for Christmas would be catching every minute detail but you draw the line at feeling too much like a porn star. Instead it's a cheap tripod you ordered online hastily and his phone.
Watching him focus so intently gets you hot; the flex of muscles from his fingers to the bare skin of his chest, hair falling in his face as he balances it on the chair dragged in from the dining room. Your pulse races while you model on the bed for him; testing every angle and position he directs you into with heat in your gaze.
âWe really should have done this sooner. Holy shit,â he mumbles.
âLooks good?â you ask over your shoulder, ass high in the air with a painful arch.
He grabs one of your cheeks with force, fingers digging into the curve and spreading you bare. âYou look amazing.â
âStop, you'll make me blush.â Empty words because you bend up at the waist, chest on show for later viewing.
âMy wife asked me to film a porno for my birthday. Iâll say whatever I want, thank you very much.â He palms whatever he can reach, tweaking your nipples until they ache into peaks.
âSpeaking of,â you sigh. âThereâs a few more surprises, birthday boy.â
âReally?âÂ
Popping up, you plant a lazy kiss to his mouth, licking lewd intentions across his teeth. âIn the top drawer of the dresser.â
Living alone means all the fun toys are kept in easy reach. The drawer is dedicated space for vibrators, dildos, butt plugs, paddles and whatever other random goodies collected over the years. So to have something not in your collection already makes him rush over to find out exactly what youâve been so secretive about the past few days.
Seungcheol pulls out the silver bag, approaching the bed once again before separating the tissue paper to find what's inside.
âAre you serious?â he asks.Â
Leather handcuffs dangle from his hold. Red with silver hardware. The kind with clips so he can tie you up anyway he wants. And maybe later, anyway you want to tie him up too.
âI am,â you smile, kissing across his chest. âThereâs more in there.â
He digs back in, easily finding the slip of red silk.
âBabeâŚâ he breaths.Â
You kiss away his next words, soft and indulgent; a gross amount of tongue that comes with years of partnership. Both of you get lost in it, hands roaming, warming from the inside out. Seungcheol sucks on that spot below your jaw, a handful of ass threatening to distract you from the original purpose of tonight.
âI want you to do whatever you want to me,â you whisper pathetically only for him to hear, already forgetting the camera a few feet away.
Nostrils flaring, he watches as you mouth down his front. âYou think I want to tie you up and blindfold you?â Heâs cocky now; plain on his face how much the idea turns him on.
You slip to your knees on the floor, palm molded to his cock already plumping at the idea. âI think you wanna show me who is in charge.âÂ
Seungcheol sizes up your offer. The way you look up at him with an innocent expression like you arenât mouthing over the tented crotch of his pants. âThen take my cock out like a good girl.â
You force his sweats down with eager glee as Seungcheol starts recording above. You're in your element between his thighs, a place you excel with minimal direction. With the ideas youâve planted in his head, you wonât have to do much to get him off.
Gentle kisses along his thighs make his stomach dip. âCan I use my mouth?â
âNot yet.â Seungcheol shakes. âYouâll taste it plenty later. Use your hand.â
You rub his cock with a spit slick grip, mouth watering for the familiar flavor of his spend promised later. The tip of his cock shines in the low light. Itâs quiet except for the dirty wet squelch and his already labored breath. You could get off to this alone. A hand between your thighs as you jerk him to completion until he paints your chest white. You suck your lip between your teeth at the thought.
âLook here.â Heâs holding his phone near his chin, recording the crazed gleam in your eye. The blindfold rests in his other hand, forcing it into your empty one. âPut it on.â
An easy command leaving you riddled with anticipation. Without vision, there's no telling what his next move is. Giving Seungcheol the power to do whatever he pleases. Every time youâve given him power, heâs made it worth your while and then some. Now wonât be different. He cups your face, thumb spreading your lips until you suck with a moan. And as quick as it came, the heat is gone.
Itâs replaced by the prod of his cock against your cheek. He slaps it against your chin, a hot wet trail against the seam of your lips you eagerly lick away once he moves again. His dick rubs across your face lazily, degrading and dirty. Just how you like it.
You kiss whatever comes in reach; the vein webbing the underside, the head, his balls. Anything heâll give you, youâll take.
âOpen your mouth.â Seungcheol taps it against your chin once again. He doesnât let you suck him in immediately, giving you an inch before moving away only to repeat the motion over again. âStick your tongue out.â
You do without hesitation, messy already. He forces the tip into the flat of it. A flood of his taste serving as a precursor until he gives you more.
You like to show off under normal circumstances and with a camera in the mix, youâre edged to the side of debauchery. Seungcheolâs cock is heavy on your tongue; an easy slide to the back of your throat with little resistance. You stroke him into your mouth, tongue lashing against the slit in the head. His thighs tense under your nails with a good choke before you pull off.
âLooks good?â You ask, hand replacing your mouth.
âFucking perfect.â Seungcheol guides you back down with a hand on the crown of your head. With new leverage comes more thrusts but you take each in stride. Precum mixes with spit, dribbling out the corners of your mouth and down your chin. âGod, so good to my cock. Feel so good like this.â
You make it sloppy, throat tightening in a loud gag. He hisses your name when you manage to take another inch from his praise. His weight sinks into your throat; holding there until you grow dizzy from lack of air.Â
âGonna cum,â he hisses. âWhere do you want it?â
âOn my face, come on my face.â You gasp for a quick breath before taking him again.Â
Heâs close, bucking into your mouth with renewed vigor from something so dirty. âWant me to cover your pretty face in my cum?â
The vibrations of your moan make his hips kick again. You bottom out with a choke, wet eyes hidden beneath silk. Another swallow, more tongue against the slit until he gives a shaky jerk.
âF-fuck, okay.â Seungcheol pulls himself away, fisting his length. âStick out your tongue again. Shit, shit.â
He goes for show rather than convenience, painting your chin and cheeks in messy streaks. At least your eyes are safe from any errant drips. You suck him back in, tongue collecting whatever stuck to the head.
âLook so pretty like this,â he coos, slapping his cock against your tongue with the last few drips.
Years together means Seungcheol knows your game. In the distraction of getting him off, you snuck a hand between your legs, rutting against it pathetically. He let you get away with it far too long not to notice and now youâll pay the price.
He kicks your thighs apart, leaving you without a hint of relief. A rough grip at the back of your neck pulls you away without warning. âYou touch yourself when I tell you to. Got that?âÂ
Even with cum cooling on your skin, you still want more. âSorry, sir.âÂ
A harsh exhale is all the warning you get before you're pulled to your feet. It doesnât last long. Bent over the mattress, you're prone to a swift slap against the back of your thigh. Predictable. You know exactly what that word does to him; how it drives him up the wall. The last time you called him âsirâ he made you come so many times you couldnât walk the next day.
âYouâre gonna be,â he threatens with another swat before wrestling your wrists together at the dip of your spine.Â
The cuffs link together easily. After testing their strength with a few gentle tugs, youâre left completely helpless to whatever your husband desires. Limp like a rag doll for his use. With the blindfold and the restraints, heâs got you at his mercy. It only drives you to act out more.
âAre you gonna spank me for being a bad girl, sir?â you goad, smile hidden in the sheets. A wiggle of your ass back into his hold to tease. Youâre punished with another sting on the opposite thigh, then another and another. Each knots your stomach as you whine from the burn. The thought of the camera catching you, bent over, tied up, and covered in cum makes your insides warm with need. âThatâs all you got?â
He answers with silence; a tense while he calculates. His hand squeezes across your heated skin, mindful of how much he gives you even when you challenge his authority like you werenât asking for it.
The sound of ripping fabric fills your ears. Cool air rushes against the seat of your ass. You brace for another slap, prepared for it on the round of your ass. But Seungcheol likes to keep you on your toes.
The impact stings your clit, thighs trembling because it hurts in the best way. His fingers stay flat to roughly work you into weak submission. You barely register the cold lube dripping between your cheeks to ease Seungcheolâs fingers easing at your entrance.Â
âThat's all you got?â he mocks. âI swear one of these days Iâm gonna fuck your throat until you canât talk back.â
Your breath hitches at he fucks you open with two fingers, an embarrassingly easy stretch. âCould do it right now.â
âIâve got other plans.â He rubs your insides raw, the sick squelch ringing in your ears. A calculating curl forces a twitch into your legs. All your weak spots are his playthings, until your nails bite into the meat of your palm from how well he works them.
âLike?â Your breath hitches with the next rush of his fingers. Even more when he spits on your hole and rubs the stiffness of his dick into the mess just to be nasty.
âNo point of the blindfold if I tell you everything anyway.âÂ
âSeungcheol.â You shudder as he wedges a third finger inside.
Heâs on his knees, chest hot against the back of your thighs, peppering soft kisses across your ass like heâs apologizing for the brand of his hand youâll certainly feel tomorrow. You reposition to take him; legs spread, thighs stained with arousal from anticipation. Palms push against your legs to stretch further and give the camera a good view.Â
The tear in your underwear gives him plenty of room to work with but heâs also a show off, putting all the muscles heâs worked so hard for to use by ripping the remaining lace clean off with rough enthusiasm. They fall slack around your knees.
âWish you could see how pretty your pussy looks spread around my fingers.âÂ
âI will when I watch this while you're gone.â
âGonna touch yourself to this? Seeing yourself get fucked?â His fingers hit that spot inside you. The one that punches air from your lungs and breaks you in half with limited coaxing.
âYeah, might huâshitâhump your pillow while I do it.â
Unlocking the cuffs, you sag in relief, straining muscles relaxing after being bound for so long. Seungcheol flips you on your back and locks them back in place over your stomach.Â
âFuck yourself on my face then. Show me how much you want it and Iâll let you come.â He bites, tongue flattening in time with the return of his fingers. The camera must be somewhere else. Probably back on the chair at the side of the bed.Â
You do as he asks; feet planted on the bed as you curl into the pleasure, humping his face. A staccato lap of his tongue gets you started, wearing against the stiffness of your clit. You arch into it, unperturbed by the ache across your body. Seungcheol latches tight; sucking until your vision spots.
âOh my god,â you hum; nerves fuzzy in your core from so much stimulation. He lets you grip a tight fist in his hair, keeping him still so you can ride his tongue.Â
âCome for me. All over my face like a good girl. Thatâs what you are right?â His fingers hit deeper. Gives you as much as you can possibly take. âMy good girl?â
âI am, Iâfuck, fuck. Yes, yes, yes!â Your orgasm rushes like a tsunami. It drowns you into utter silence, choked and shaking. You might fizzle away into nothing from the inside out. Seungcheol shoves your legs open to work you through it, dragging out every last inch until you kick at his stomach for a break. âOh my god.â
âGood?â He smirks, chuckling when you jump at a cruel lick at your clit.
âAsshole,â you knee him in the side without much bite, focusing on catching your breath.
He sucks a bruise into your thigh because he can, pulling away to admire his work before speaking again. âDone or do you wanna keep going?âÂ
âWant you to fuck me,â you sigh. The emptiness consumes your brain, making you impatient for what happens next.
He licks his way up your stomach, sucking a nipple between his teeth while the other grows sensitive between his fingers. âHow?â
Drawn out from your previous orgasm, sink pliant into the cushion of the mattress. âHowever you want.â
âWhat if I wanna fuck youâŚrightâŚhere.â His thumb digs into your asshole, wet with spit and the obscene accumulation of your own arousal.
âFuck, yes.â You nod pathetically. âFuck my ass.â
The sick bastard laughs at your desperation like it's a cruel joke. âNot tonight. Maybe next time Iâll take a video of you taking my cock in your ass and one of your dildos in that tight little pussy. Youâd like that wouldnât you?â
âYou can fuck my pussy with both right now.â
âYouâd want that?â His teeth bruise your nipple, hand dipping between your legs with no regard for your sensitivity. âGod, youâre nasty.âÂ
âIt'd be so hot,â you mumble. The jitters in your muscles havenât faded yet you're already hungry for more.Â
He leaves a kiss on your sternum before standing, footsteps padding against the floor towards the dresser. If he has any sense heâll grab the one that perfectly resembles his cock. What once was a dirty gift exchange gag gift, now his favorite toy to watch you get off with.
âYou sure?â
Heâs sweet. But you donât want him to be nice; you want him to dangle your pleasure in front of you and snatch it away when you get too close. âIâm pretty sure your phone is running out of space, so get to work big boy.â
When he comes back the blindfold is ripped away. Sweat beads on his forehead, hair wild, and skin pinked. Cock wet with a sticky mix of fluids, heavy against his thigh. Heâs sexy like this. Based on how crazed he looks, you can only imagine yourself. And now you have it all caught on video.
âHold this.â He shoves the phone into your grasp. âFilm yourself getting fucked.â
The dildo is soaked in more lube; obscenely so. Enough to ruin the sheets and maybe the mattress but it looks good on the screen as he works it inside you until the base is flush with your pelvis. On the brink of breaking apart from just a clone of his dick, he fucks you nice and slow with it. A tedious grind into the heat of your core. Insides tightening but still missing something.
âWhatâs wrong baby?â he grins, fingers wedging inside around the edges. If youâre planning to take two cocks, heâll make sure youâre prepped. âTapping out on me already? Havenât even put my cock in and youâre already whining.â
âFeels good.â You grit your teeth at his cockiness. This is for his birthday and if he wants you to be a pathetic mess for him, you indulge. âFuck me harder with it.â
âYeah? Imagine how itâll feel when I fuck you with both. Stuffed until you canât take it.â
âKiss me,â you whine. You need something to distract from the visual of being split on two cocks before you explode.Â
He does just that. A confusing mix of tender want compared to the vigor between your legs. Your hips grind on their own accord, tingling from his fingers torturing your clit in time.
âI love you,â Seungcheol sighs. âFuck yourself on it. Show me how good you take it, yeah?â
You rock your hips into it the best you can, fumbling to keep his mouth firm against your own. A lazy rut but he wonât complain after all youâve given him already.
The phone ends up back on the chair for now. Seungcheol doesnât bother making sure either of you are in frame, trusting that whatever is getting caught will be hot enough even if it's just the sounds of fried vocal cords and the wet slap of skin on skin.
âThink youâre ready?â
âMmm, give it to me. Let me feel your fat cock inside me.â
âYouâre so needy.âÂ
Your thighs begin to ache from being spread to accommodate him but itâs easily drowned out by the head of his cock breaching your entrance.
âOh,â you gasp. Itâs not something youâd ever be able to describe. A stretch bordering on pain but nothing more lube, Seungcheolâs patience, and some deep breathing canât fix.Â
âDoes it hurt?â
âNo, justâŚreally full. Wow.â You breathe, the pressure in your gut limiting everything to just this. Itâs not an easy slide like the dildo, itâs more than youâve ever felt. âGo slow, I can take it.â
He sinks deeper, another inch before stopping and pulling back out; restricted ruts making your teeth clench. You need a distraction. Something to keep your attention away from how uncomfortable it is. You want nothing more than to be stuffed as far as you can take it, but getting there might take a while.
And because your husband can always manage to read your mind, he flattens to your chest, mouth meeting your own in a dirty kiss that makes you blush more than the two cocks wedged inside you. âFeel good for you?â
âTight.âÂ
âIâm always tight,â you taunt.
âTighter. Wet too, fuck,â he grunts. A kick of his hips you're woefully unprepared for knocks you out of orbit. âLook so pretty taking my cock like this. Stuffed so full. So fucking tight.â
A punch to the gut from how deep his voice sounds. Seungcheol is better at keeping up the facade of nonchalance than you but itâs betrayed in the detail: shaky hands, red ears, glazed eyes.Â
âGod, youâre so big. Feel like youâre gonna tear me in half.â
âReally know how to treat a man, donât you?â he laughs, pained. âTell me what youâre thinking.â
âThinking about what you said earlier. Fucking my ass and my pussy at the same time.â
âYouâd like that?â Seungcheol pants driving a little bit deeper.
âYeah.â You melt in his hold. His cock in your ass is a special treat you like to indulge in whenever possible. âWe can film that too.â
He fucks you with calculated grinds; slow until you beg him not to be. This is for you as much as it is for him and Seungcheol will only enjoy it if you are too, even if his cock is being squeezed to death.
âIs it in all the way?â
âNot even close, babe.â He coos, a sticky lube covered thumb brushing your cheek. âRelax.â
âTake two dicks inside you and see how well you relax.â
âIâm not the cock champ here, am I?â
âJust touch me. Please.â He skates that same hand between your legs, gentle circles on your nub while sinking deeper and deeper. Your stomach caves when he adds more pressure. âFuck, right there.â
Itâs the permission he needs to spread you prone, knees up to your chest to give you more. âCan you keep touching yourself for me? Play with that pretty little pussy for me?âÂ
âYes, sir.â You rub weak circles on your clit, range of motion limited from the handcuffs.Â
He abandons his grip on the silicon to twist your nipple. âWatch it.â
âOr what?â
âSay it again and Iâll make you ride this dildo while I fuck your mouth again.â He grunts, nudging your cervix to remind whose mercy you're under.
âBut then you wonât get to see me take your hot load like a good girl.â You glow warmly with his choked expression.Â
âG-goodâgodâwhat kind of good girl talks about having her pussy filled?â
âThe kind that wants you to spit in her mouth,â you beg.Â
âThen stick your tongue out.â Heâs in a frenzy from how desperate you are. Thighs squeezing at the command, you do what he asks and are rewarded with the sick wet of his spit against the back of your throat.
You donât get a chance to ask for another round. Seungcheol flips you on your front, face to face with the camera lens. Two of his fingers, the ones that taste like your cunt, hook into your mouth. Sucking them deep, you lap against them like their his cock; eager for the camera to catch the depraved need to be used that only he can inspire.
âFeels good?â
âSo good,â you garble. âI love when you fuck me.â
âYeah? Pussy was made for me, wasnât it? All for me?â His voice jumps, cock twitching when you clench around him despite everything heâs giving you.
âAll for you.â
âGonna take my cum? Let me fill you up? That's what you want, donât you? To be my pretty little cum dump?â He bites your ear lobe, fisting the hair at the crown of your head when you fall forward. âLook at the camera, baby.â
Wild jerks of his hips manage to force you to take him deeper, the head of his cock nestled further into your walls. All you can manage is a pathetic whine in answer to his questions. âOh god, Seungcheol.â
He builds the pace, slow enough not to tear you in half but what he restrains in his rhythm he makes up for with harsh curls into the back of your throat. Each vein and ridge imprints into your core, more depravity.Â
You can feel it, from the tips of your toes to the crown of your skull; the ebb of another orgasm. Seungcheol sinks the full weight of his hips inside you, taking the chance to fuck you with the dildo instead.
The comforter greets your face, Seungcheol abandoning his grip on your hair to land another round of punishing swats on your ass. It takes everything in you to keep your head up, for you both to play back later and see how nasty you are for each other. You want your husband to know what you look like when he fucks you in half, how your eyes water and lip threatens to split under the clamp of your teeth.
âGonna cum,â he groans. His chest seals against your back, pathetic ruts into your stinging ass. It barely lasts. A ploy to grab the camera again for a cumshot. You let your face drop into the mattress, arching for the best view heâll ever get. âGonna ruin this pussy.âÂ
âDo it.âÂ
He removes the dildo, focusing on how you still manage to cling to his cock after being full for so long. It frees his hand to curl under your hip and pinch your clit until you scream. âWant you to come again. Come on my cock and Iâll give you what you want.âÂ
Thereâs no slow build. A sprint to the finish at the hands of your lover, you twitch in his hold, mind vacant except for what he asks. Nothing but the need to come on his cock. The wet echo of skin slapping as he fucks you harder now without the threat of breaking you.Â
âIâmâclose, fuck. Fuck!â You cry. Wetting his cock, you flail against the bed because Seungcheol is a cruel bastard that drags you so thin when youâre weak. A few more harsh drags on your clit, stomach sinking in half, and heâs letting you go. Itâs weaker than the first but enough for Seungcheol to give in.
âGonna cum for you,â he hisses, shivering. You milk him for all heâs worth. Taking the warm flood along your insides that keeps coming, each thrust gushing excess around the base of his cock.Â
He pulls out and you nearly sob. Itâs a vulnerable feeling to be empty after taking a beating to your pussy, one Seungcheol doeesnât let you marinate in because heâs still filming. And that means playing with the mess of your cunt while giving the camera a front row seat. A few thrust of the dildo coated in a sheen of your insides and cum has him cursing like nothing hotter has ever existed. You feel open and used, messy. âPush it out for me.â
Whatever trickles out, he fucks right back in. The aftershocks of your second orgasm numb it all. Like you're underwater and Seungcheol is at the surface. Muffled.
âOh my God, that was soâŚHoly shit.â He stops the recording and tosses his phone away. âYouâre incredible.â
âIf youâre trying to sweet talk me into another round, you need to do better.â
âI canât come again if I tried.â
âOuch,â you wince. âHurtful.â
âDrama queen,â he laughs. The kisses up your spine make up for the dig.
You hum into the ticklish sensation. âYou love it.â
âOf course I do, thatâs why I married you.âÂ
âAnd here I thought it was for my incredible cooking.â You slouch into the pillows, body finally sputtering to a halt. âI feel gross.â
âHappens when you're covered in cum and take two cocks. Give me ten minutes and weâll take a bath. The maintenance guy fixed the jets today.â
âOh, baby.â
You and Seungcheol fall asleep five minutes later, your face in the pillows and Seungcheolâs lips at your shoulder.
âIâm under the big sign that says âBuses.â Wait, I think I see you.â Seungcheolâs voice rings through the speaker as you scan the crowd
âStick your hand up. Okay, now wave it in the air. No, bigger. Make a âYâââ
âYouâre so annoying,â he barks as he opens the passenger door.
You ease back into traffic, his hand clasped in yours over the center console. âI didnât know having some harmless fun is a crime.âÂ
âIt is when Iâm tired and I missed you.â
âAw, poor baby,â you coo sarcastically. âI missed you too.â
The drive home is peaceful. Seungcheol kept you updated during his trip and vice versa. Even getting in the door of the house is done in lazy silence, your husband refusing to let you go more than a few feet away before drawing you back into his hold.Â
Tucked under the covers with your head on his chest, you crack; unable to keep his final birthday surprise a secret any longer.
âYou know, I have one more gift for your birthday.â
âBaby, I love you but I canât stay awake to fuck you. I promise I will in the morning.â
âNot that you perv. It's in the closet.â
âIt canât wait until morning?â he pleads, snuggling down to hide under your chin.Â
âNope.â
He gets up with a dramatic pout, shuffling to the closet for a gift wrapped boxed youâve had hidden since his birthday. âWhat is it?â
âOpen it.â
He shreds through the paper, tossing aside the lid. Each second has you worrying your lip. Itâs something you talked about extensively; in hypotheticals not realities. When youâd be ready. Itâs why you bought this house, why Seungcheolâs car has a high safety rating. Something youâd both been clear about wanting since the very beginning.
There wasnât an active effort but neither of you argued to use condoms again when your last pack of birth control ran out and the prescription went unfilled. You both carried on in silent agreement that whatever may happen will happen.
âBlueberries? You know we have a fridge to keep these in, right?â
âFruit doesnât belong in the fridge,â you shakily argue. âNow, read the note.â
âAt seven weeks your baby is about the size of a blueberry. Baby Choiâs eyes, nose, mouth, and ears are starting to look moreââ he trails off, jaw slack. âBaby Choi?â
You burn under his gaze, shy like the first time he said I love you all those years ago. âSurprise?â
âAre you serious?âÂ
He drops the fruit when you nod, no doubt spilling the fruit everywhere in his haste to kiss you. Itâs hard with both you beaming, cheeks round and burning. Kisses to your cheeks and chin and lips and nose like he canât believe itâs a real thing.Â
âIâm serious. Next week itâll be the size of a grape and have fingers.â You pat your belly gently, his own hand caught under yours and snaking beneath your pajamas. âWeird to think about.â
âOh my god.â He flushes. âHow did youâŚ?â
âHad a feeling while you were gone,â you admit. âOn your birthday actually.â
âReally?â Heâs staring at your stomach. You arenât showing but since youâve found out you canât stop looking in the mirror for a change. Thatâs probably what heâs doing right now. Looking for those signs of proof that will start coming sooner than later.
âYeah, I took like five tests in the grocery store bathroom to be sure.â
He doesnât speak for a while, regarding you with silent awe. His cheek rests flat against your belly. There's a squeeze of your hand while his eyes sink shut to settle into the news. âWeâre gonna be parents.â
âYeah,â you smile. âMy boobs are supposed to start getting bigger soon.â
âI thought something was different.â
âProbably the lack of sleep from your big ass baby.â
âOur big ass baby,â He corrects. âIs it too early to start decorating the spare room?âÂ
âIt literally doesnât even have a face right now.âÂ
Seungcheol kisses your navel, lips moving across the skin. âYour mommy is so mean to me. I think youâd be beautiful even if you donât have a face.â
A week of knowledge, the initial anxiety youâd bottled up in effort to make sure heâs the first person you told (not including your gyno) starts to spill out. âWe can do this, right? Youâre ready?â
His head pops up, eyes softening as he meets yours. âThere is no one in the world Iâd rather do this with.â
âMe either.â
âBest birthday present ever.â
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MY DEAR AND BEAUTIFUL ROSE<3. I saw that your requests are open and I wanted to ask about my husband (Sukuka cough cough) a scenario where the husband Sukuna saves the reader from the enemy, or someone tries to kidnap and hurt his wife! you write Sukuna's feelings so beautifully <3
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a/n: bro you're too kind ilysm; I really hope you like this too <3
if only you listened to that rude servant about not going out of the castle.
itâs a bitter thought really, but you just couldnât let your pride be scarred by somebody who doesnât even speak to you in a minimal amount of respect.
so, in a way, youâre okay with dying a proud queen who doesnât let anybody disrespect her.
âoh, we are going to have so much fun with you, and that monstrous husband of yours will just see your mutilated body after weâre done with you,â the guy grins devilishly. you back up slightly.
okay, so maybe, you donât want to die just yet.
âthat impudent woman! she disobeyed me, and now, we are stuck looking for her, so we can find her before sukuna returns!â the servant complains loudly while walking the halls of the castle.
âand who is that impudent woman you speak of? surely, it isnât my wife youâre addressing in such a manner,â a voiceâa very distinct and well-known oneâsays from behind the servant.
only then does she realize the shadow that suddenly was casted from above her.
she quickly falls to her knees and starts stuttering out her apologies and excuses, âo-of course not, my lord! how could I ever speak ill of the lady of the castle! her presence is to be respected, naturally!â
after she is done, she lets silence fill the room. assuming that sukuna has believed her, she lets out a sigh of relief, and her body relaxes ever so slightly.
however, an ear-piercing scream is ripped out of her throat when sukuna steps on her foot, so roughly that it breaks.
sukuna groans, annoyed at the incessant scream and wailing of the lady, and he throws a question, âwhere is your queen?â
the woman keeps on sobbing but tries to speak out nonetheless, âsâshe, she,â she hiccups, but sukuna has no time to listen to her bellow.
âfaster! where is she?â
she buries her face in the ground to quieten her sobs, but she doesnât get the chance to respond to him when uraume appears out of thin air.
they kneel to the ground and speak humbly, âmy lord, lady y/n has been taken as a hostage by a group of sorcerers.â
sukuna eyesâ widen, and he frowns.
he quickly turns to leave but not before making a command, âuraume, every servant who was careless and caused her disappearance is to be beheaded immediately.â
you thank god for men being prideful creatures who love speaking about themselves. you only asked them once about their accomplishments and raids, and they never stopped talking.
with a couple of positive encouragements from you, they talked and talked till the sun went down.
the doors of the room youâre trapped in slams open, and a fearful boy screams out, âsukunaâsukuna is here!â
âwhat?!â they all snap, and you grin. finally, you were going to be freed from this cage.
unfortunately, one of the men notices your beaming expression. his face contorts, livid, and he quickly fists your hair in his hand. you let out a scream, but he slams you against the wall.
he shouts, âshut up! youâre the one that lured him here! you stalled till he could find you! you wretched woman!â
âare you stupid?! you take his wife, and you expect him to stand idly by?!â you reply, voice hoarse, and unable to accept taking what he said lying down.
you canât, however, control the dizziness that hits you, and you can feel blood trickling down your nose.
the only thing that comforts you is the sound of slashes and the calling of your name by your darling husband.
you smirk at the man above you and whisper, âever saw sukuna in action?â
the man grits his teeth and before he throws a punch at your face, the door flies and gets crushed into pieces. the man quickly throws you away, so he can focus all his energy on sukuna.
but, sukuna instead moves to be right by your side and shields you from the ground.
he wraps an arm around you and pulls you a bit closer.
his eyes carefully scan you; he clenches his jaw at the sight of the blood. he carefully wipes it and moves your face towards him with one of his hands. he speaks up, âyou alive?â
âdonât you ignore me, sukunaââ the man sneers, but he is quickly silenced. he sees his tongue flying to the ground. the sight scares him to the core, he starts screamingâor his attempt at one.
his knees feel weak, and he falls to the ground. his blood pools slowly on the ground.
sukuna shifts your focus back to him again, and you respond slowly, âalive and kicking,â raising a thumbs up. he nods and gently lays you down on the ground.
you wince a little and complain lightly, âthis place is dusty.â
he hums, âwait a second.â
your husband rises to his feet and turns to the man. sukuna approaches the man, taking his time with each step. anger swirls violently inside of him, and his eyes looked down sharply at the man.
the sorcerer quivers and covers his mouth; he quickly backs up to the wall. he sukuna scoffs, âyouâre still annoying even after taking your tongue out?â
the manâs pride almost causes him to retort back with a yell of his own.
but then sukuna snatches him up by the hair and stares him right in the eyes, âfor every strand of hair youâve touched on her head, I will make you bellow in pain till your vocal chords are ripped into shreds.â
you groan and stir lightly. you slowly open your eyes and examine your surroundings. youâre back in the castle; you smile and relax back into your pillow.
âso youâve finally awaken?â
you turn to your husband with a grin, âhey handsome.â
âwhy did you leave the castle?â
straight to the point. you prop yourself up on the pillow and sit up. you look at him then look away, âitâs kind of embarrassing actually.â
ânot your first,â he responds, and you pointedly ignore him.
âI wanted to greet you before you arrived at the gate,â you murmur then quip, âbut I didnât even go beyond the fence! I was still in the area!â
he listens quietly and sits beside you. he pulls you against his chest, âyou do not need to do anything like that.â
you look up at him with a small smile and he finds himself letting out a small breathâof fondness?âhe closes his eyes and speaks in absolute manner, âyou should know that I will always come for you.â
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late escapes (1)
benedict bridgerton x shy, fem!reader
summary: the second bridgerton son finds you outside and an unlikely spark flies between you two
warnings: mentions of anxiety, anxiety attack (not really though)
A/N- i promise the next fic i post will be anthony guys
part 2
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Attempting to catch your breath from the bustling atmosphere of the ball, you decided to breathe in some fresh air. You leaned against the wall as your breathing gradually yet slowly decreased. As you thought back to the overwhelming outfits and decor, your heartbeat raced in fear. You were personally never one to enjoy the events of the social season. They usually left you feeling rather anxious and breathless.
Hiding behind a boundless and beautifully engraved pillar, you silently cleared your mind and opened your eyes and noticed a chestnut-haired and handsome man staring at you in concern from across the garden. Once you had made eye contact, he decided to make his way toward you. âYou look like youâre having a tough time over there.â, he called as he made his way over. It was almost teasingly but once he noticed your forced laughter, he stopped.
âAre you alright⌠Lady Y/N, I believe?â, he questioned. âYes, I was just in need of some fresh air and time alone, Mister Bridgerton.â, you admitted. âOh, Iâll go back inside then.â, he chuckled slightly. âNo, itâs fine. Sorry.â, you laughed awkwardly. âWell, I thought I would come out here to escape the mamas, theyâre so pestering and irritating, I needed to escape them.â, he huffed playfully as he recalled the interaction. You giggled as you imagined it. âI donât think you can blame them.â, you replied, not acknowledging the meaning behind the words.
Benedict stared at you and smirked charmingly. âI know. A handsome man who is a talent at art. Who can blame them?â, he repeated your words from earlier with a cocky smirk on his face. You rolled your eyes as your cheeks flushed slightly but thankfully the dim lighting hid it. âYou enjoy doing art?â, you questioned. âThat is what I just said. No, Iâm only joking. Yes, I do a lot of art in my free time.â, he nodded his head. âWow, I never would have took you to be an arts man.â, you responded as you smiled at him.
âReally? Why not?â, he truly wanted to know but he mostly wanted to keep talking with you. âI donât know, I thought youâd enjoy horse riding perhaps.â, you answered, not really knowing how to respond- you simply were just shocked by the fact and you didnât know why. âOh, I do enjoy horse riding, just not as much as art.â, he sent a gentle smile your way. âDo you have any passions?â, he asked. âI suppose I do enjoy reading and playing the piano.â, you confessed shyly. âMy sister, Eloise, enjoys reading, Iâm sure you would get along well and my other sister, Francesca, enjoys the pianoforte.â, he stated as he gazed thoughtfully into the distance. Were you going to meet his family in the future?, you thought to yourself.
âYes, you do have a few siblings, is it seven or eight?â, you asked as you took in his features whilst he looked the other way. Grey-blue eyes that glistened in the moonlight and his perfectly swept chestnut hair. He was quite the man. You werenât sure how he hadnât caught your eye before. Perhaps you were too focused on escaping the event to notice him.
âEight.â, he simply answered.
Abruptly, he turned back to face you and noticed you sitting there idly as you absorbed his facial structure. He cleared his throat to get your attention. âShall we return to the ball? We can hide in a corner together so I can escape the hunting mamas and you can escape the attention.â, he offered. You smiled at that. He was so understanding, he just automatically knew how you were feeling and you had only known him for a few minutes (or so it felt like it). Time flies when youâre having fun, as they say.
âI would love to hide away in a corner with you, Benedict.â, you replied innocently. Benedict attempted to contained his laughter but failed. He simply laughed at you as you realised what you said. âNo.â, you said as you giggled and headed back inside to hide in a corner with Benedict.
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MAKE A WISH â
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PAIRING ⌠charles leclerc x fem!childhood friend!reader
SUMMARY ⌠you and charles have been friends since you were little kids, and each year without fail charles posts you on your birthday, unknowingly marking the milestones of your relationship [ SMAU ]
WARNINGS ⌠none, i think!
REQUESTED ⌠here!
NOTES ⌠reader grew up in monaco. i tried to use old-ish pictures to mark the time period he was posting her from! this one's a bit on the shorter side because i only included charles' perspective of posting her. the fc i've used is cindy kimberly, but feel free to picture whoever you want! my requests are open so feel free to leave a request :)
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2017
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charles_leclerc happy birthday to my very best friend! can't believe we've been friends for more than ten years, time flies by when you're having fun! love you y/n, have the best day â¤ď¸
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yourusername awww charlieee!!
yourusername this is the sweetest omg
yourusername thank god you didn't use that crusty photo of me you threatened to use...
user1 okay now we haveee to see it
yourusername NOOO NEVERRR
yourusername thank you sm love you!!đ
charles_leclerc â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
user2 scrolled so far down i managed to find these old gems of y/n đ¤Ł
user3 stop they're acc so cute i can't
user4 the way this is the point where they relationship was just so sweet and innocent is so heartwarming to me
user5 also before charles got slowly more and more whipped with each post he made
2018
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charles_leclerc Y/N!! another year of us being friends, and another year where i have to put up with your awful dad jokes & incapability of cooking đ¤Łđ¤Ł still, wouldn't have it any other way! love you y/n â¤ď¸
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yourusername stoppp that cat was sooo cute
charles_leclerc ur cuter đ
user6 THE BLATANT FLIRTING HELLOOOO??
yourusername birthday wishes much appreciated charles!! thank youuu đđ
charles_leclerc why so formal??
yourusername idk just felt like it â¤ď¸
yourusername i literally can cook idk what you mean
charles_leclerc you almost burnt down my apartment??
yourusername intentional. đ
user7 is that his girlfriend???
user8 nooo his childhood best friend from monaco!!
user9 well not yet anyways đ¤ˇââď¸
yourusername NOT THE BANGSSS IT WAS A DARK TIME OKAY
user10 Y/N REVISITING THIS IS SO FUNNY
yourusername NO STOPP WHAT WAS I THINKING.
2019
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charles_leclerc hopefully the getaway to italy was enough of a birthday present for you đ happy birthday y/n! no one else i'd rather eat crappy pizza with â¤ď¸
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user11 TELL ME HOW THEY'RE NOT DATINGG
user12 omg she is absolutely STUNNING!!
yourusername CHARLIEEE IT WAS MORE THAN ENOUGH
user13 she seems like such a sweetheart
yourusername the flowers were so beautiful oh my
charles_leclerc you have no clue how long it took me to find them đ¤Łđ¤Łâ¤ď¸
user14 GET TOGETHER ALREADYY
sebastianvettel đđ
user15 SEB IS HERE!!
user16 what on earth can this man know
2020
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charles_leclerc happy birthday to the craziest cat lady i know!! đâ⏠thanks for supporting me through my ups and downs, and staying with me during this crazy journey! the best person to ever have by my side â¤ď¸
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user17 oh so he's in love.
user18 RIGHTTT
yourusername you can NEVERRR take me away from cats!!
charles_leclerc as a dog person this hurts
yourusername idc deal with it eclair!!
user19 crazy cat lady x dog guy >>>>
yourusername love you charlie đđ
user20 CHARLIE HAS ME WEAKKK
user21 if this man doesn't want her I DOOO PLEASE GIVE ME A CHANCE Y/N
user22 looking back on this in 2024 it's actually sooo obvious idk how (some) of us didn't see it
2021
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charles_leclerc forever thankful that my mama made me play with my (annoying) new neighbour when i was 7 years old đ¤Łâ¤ď¸ happy birthday y/n, hope it's the best one yet!
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user23 HOW IS SHE SO PRETTYYY
user24 more y/n content asap pleaseeee
yourusername exploring spain w you was sooo much fun & the tour guide was great asw! @/carlossainz55 đđ
carlossainz55 it was my pleasure! â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
user25 PLS SAY THEY ARENT DATINGGG I WANT CHARLES & Y/N
yourusername omg no he's in a long term relationship & i'm not at all interested đđ
user26 charles x y/n is still possible then!!
yourusername not the picture of me and the sushi 𤣠my one true love!
charles_leclerc i think you prefer the sushi to me
yourusername you'd be right!!
user27 wait guys i'm a new fan who is this??
user28 y/n l/n!! she's charles' childhood best friend from monaco (and we're all 99% sure they're in love)
2022
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charles_leclerc the only person who continually manages to pull off white regardless of the weather âď¸ happiest of birthdays to you y/n! love you more each year â¤ď¸
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user29 JUST ADMIT IT UR IN LOVEEEE
user30 L-O-V-E
user31 hey alexa play you are in love by taylor swift (listen until it gets in ur head pls!)
user32 literally: "pauses, then says you're my best friend and you knew what it was, he is in love"
yourusername I LOVE YOU đ
charles_leclerc â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
user33 they're lovers, your honor.
yourusername don't get in the way of me and one direction
pierregasly are they not over??
yourusername SHUT UP GASLY IM IN DENIALLL
user34 she's truly one of us!!
2023
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charles_leclerc my very best friend and now, i can officially say, the woman i am very much in love with. happy birthday y/n - thanks for putting up with me all these years â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
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user35 CHARLES X Y/N CONFIRMEDDD
user36 THE CAPTION?? THEY ADMITTED THEIR LOVE FOR EACH OTHER IM CRYING
user37 AND THE LAST PICTURE?? I LOVE THEMMMM
yourusername my love forever đđ
charles_leclerc â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
user38 parents pls adopt me i beg
yourusername THE FIRST PIC HELP i did NOT think you'd post that
charles_leclerc why wouldnt i đ¤ˇââď¸
francisca.cgomes what are you doing with MY WIFE đ
yourusername idk PLEASE come pick me up baby he's annoying me sm rn â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
francisca.cgomes dw on my way rn đ
pierregasly oh???
charles_leclerc it would seem we've been replaced, pierre!
2024
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charles_leclerc MY girlfriend!! happy birthday y/n l/n; 14 year old me would be very happy to call the girl he'd been in love with since a kid his girlfriend â¤ď¸
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yourusername 14 year old me would be screaming crying throwing up right about now, if it's any consolation
charles_leclerc đ¤Łđ¤Łâ¤ď¸
user39 THE WAY THEY LOVED EACH OTHER AS KIDS ASW I CANT
user40 the definition of soulmates i can't
user41 PARENTSSS
user42 i need to find me someone who loves me the way charles loves y/n
yourusername in all realness though kika is my gf sooo idk what the caption is about buddy!
francisca.cgomes righttt?? đđ
charles_leclerc so should i change the caption orrr?
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ę° :đĽ [ Second chances ] ââĄáľęąËË âˇ âŻ
Summary : Lucifer didn't think he would ever have the chance at love again, but then he met you and got to know you after the destruction of the Hotel.
Pairing : Lucifer x Reader
Word count : 2239 Words
Genre : Fluff, Romance
Warnings âľ Spoilers for EP 8!!
a/n : I love him sm, he deserves the world, a big hug and a smooch to the cheek
Also legit the first part of this barely has any interactions but eh- idk where I was going with this-
Might make this into a series, idk yet.. Also definitely one of my more boring and bad works sadly..
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Coming back to the hotel from an outing in the city, you were met with chaos. Everyone was running around, Razzle and Dazzle were hanging up a banner reading > Welcome Daddy < what was happening? Ducking your head as Sir Pentious darts past you, before making your way over to Charlie.
"Sweetheart, what's happening?" Laying your hand softly on Charlie's shoulder, her hair flies around as she comes to face you. You were one of the first people to join the hotel back then, having grown close to Charlie over that time, she viewed you as a parent figure, while you viewed her like a daughter. "My dad is coming and everything has to be perfect! He has to be assured he can trust me and help me!" That explained a lot, especially why Charlie was so stressed. Pulling her into a hug now, your hand softly gliding over her head, as you mutter how she should not stress too much and that she is doing amazing. Noticing how her body was relaxing against your own, you were glad to have calmed her down at least a little bit.
After helping the others a bit more, it was finally time. Charlie swept her hands on her jacket, before opening the door. A bright choice sounding, as Lucifer pulls his daughter into a tight hug. Before saying hello to Keekee, Razzle and Dazzle. He was.. different than everyone probably though.
Watching Alastor talk to Lucifer now, they for sure could not stand the other one, this would be fun. Charlie now introduced Vaggie to him, which made you smile a little bit when Lucifer took her into his arms. The rest was quickly introduced before Charlie pulled you beside her. "And this is Y/N, Dad! They really helped me a lot already, of course like anyone else here too!" Fumbling around with her words a bit, you softly lay your hand on Charlie's shoulder. "We know what you mean dear, Charlie is an amazing girl, we are really proud of her." Your eyes were on Charlie, before greeting Lucifer correctly.
It was quiet for a second before a crash could be heard. Oh shit.. For a few minutes, the banter between Alastor and Lucifer continued on, making you sigh as you sat down beside Angel. This way going great huh? Vaggie was also at the end of her nerves right now. As they were seemingly coming to an end finally, the doors slammed open and some short blonde lady walked in as if she owned this place. Being introduced to her soon, you decide to tag along with Charlie and the others to show her dad around.
You were simply following the others, listening to Charlie nervously ramble on, only glancing over your shoulder for a second as Husker stopped Alastor, but you decided to not give it another thought.
Arriving at the balcony, you and Vaggie stand back, as Charlie and her dad talk. But too soon they were interrupted as some debris was thrown into the hotel and shook the whole building. Rushing through the portal, you guys are back in the foyer of the hotel, looking around for an answer. Mimzy the woman from before finally explained what was happening, you rolled your eyes, how amazing. Too busy with making sure you saw everyone safe, you weren't seeing the debris falling your way. Before you knew it you were swept off your feet, as Lucifer saved you from being smashed by the debris, setting you down on your feet again softly, as his wings disappear again.
"You see now Charlie what I mean? Those sinners destroy everything! They fall into your home and destroy it, they aren't grateful for anything!" Talking to Charlie now, as Alastor finally decided to step in and fight off those damned loan sharks, before telling the woman to disappear. Watching Charlie and her dad now, as you were standing beside Alastor, a frown visible on your face. She worked so hard for this, why couldn't he believe in her? Though quickly everything explained itself and both of them seemed to finally makeup, a tear slipping from your eye from how beautiful this moment was.
"All right.. I'll get you that meeting but.. once in heaven you're alone I.. can't come with you." Lucifer told Charlie, before disappearing in a red cloud.
That was now a month ago. Right now everyone was getting ready for that damned extermination. Sadly Charlie's conversation with Heaven didn't do anything, on top of that the tension in the whole group grew, with Vaggie being an old exterminator. But that was all over now, as the whole group decided to have one last drink the night before the big battle. You were talking with Husker, as Angel was with Cherri, Alastor and Niffty looking upon everyone and Charlie with Vaggie nowhere to be seen. And of course, Sir Pentious trying to strike up a conversation with Cherri. You hoped everything would go well tomorrow and that no one would die.
The morning arrived, and everyone was gathered outside to protect the hotel, to protect Charlie's dream. Everyone was ready for this.
Almost everything seemed to go down in a wink, the hotel was in shambles, Alastor was missing - assumingly dead, Sir Pentious gave his life for the group and Adam was killed. Now the rebuild of the hotel was in full swing, everyone was helping, even Cherri who wasn't even a resident of the hotel yet. Lucifer also stayed to help his daughter and somehow convinced her to let him have a room too and stay with the group.
"Have you seen Charlie? Some new shipments came." The blonde was approaching you now, his coat and hat off, sleeves pushed up to his elbows. Raising to your feet from where you were kneeling to work on some nails, you swept some sweat from your forehead before turning to Lucifer. "She and Vaggie went to town real quick for some errands, but she told me where to put them, let me show you." Laying the hammer down on one of the many workbenches, you go accept the shipments, before showing Lucifer the way.
You and him had quite a few conversations over the last few days, with you being a parent figure for Charlie and him being her father, you two talked a lot about how well she is doing. What you didn't notice were the fleeting glances the king of hell threw your way every now and then.
"She told me to just put it here." Opening the door to a little cabinet now on the first floor of the hotel in the foyer. This was the first thing finished, right now the works were on the upper rooms. Putting down the box you were carrying on the shelf, Lucifer followed where you put the other box, before thanking you for helping him out. "Soo.. The hotel is coming together rather nicely huh?" Looking over to you with his red eyes now, as you close the door, a bit confused he was striking up a conversation right now. "Yeah, everyone is doing so amazingly, I'm glad we got so much help.. If we don't look at Niffty punching holes in the new floor trying to catch roaches.." At least some things were apparently not changing and stayed the same.
"Say.. when the hotel is finished would you perhaps.. you know.. maybe.. be interested in a date?" Stopping in your tracks now, you blink a few times. Did you just hear correctly? The Lucifer Morningstar, the king of hell just asked you for a date? Turning your head around now, your cheeks slowly become a crimson-red color. Looking at him, he didn't really look different, his cheeks red, as he was sheepishly playing with his sleeves. "You want to go on a date with me?" Raising his eyes to meet yours, he simply nods. "To be honest with you, you caught my eye the day I first came here but.. then all this happened and we never really got to talk and I was worried you would think I'm weird for asking, so I thought I should maybe wait a bit-" He was rambling on, probably from how nervous he was to ask you out. After his ex-wife left him, he didn't really date anyone after that, so it's been a while since he has ever asked someone for a date. "I would love to. Thank you for asking me." Laying your hand softly over his, giving it a soft reassuring squeeze to tell him not to worry too much. Sadly the moment was cut short, when Angel called for you, having someone questions about about paint.
Lucifer's eyes followed you now, the smile on his face not being able to be hidden now, fist-pumping the air happily over how he finally asked you. Charlie came back that moment and looked a little bit more than worried at her father, but overall no new behavior from him.
The hotel was soon finished, Alastor also came back, making at least Charlie relieved that he was still alive, Husker and Lucifer didn't seem so pleased with that fact, but they would get over it.
So now, it was time for your date with Lucifer. Charlie was thrilled when she heard you would be going on a date with her dad, at first you were rather worried about how she would react, but she was happy that her dad was trying to find love again. Making sure your hair was sitting right and your clothes were wrinkle-free, when a knock sounded at your door. Taking one last breath, you open it and are met with Lucifer. His hat was gone and he was wearing a white suit, similar to what he normally wore but more suitable for a fancy dinner - as fancy as a dinner in hell can be.
"You look amazing! Oh my! Look at you!" Lucifer was throwing compliments at you left and right, before he caught himself again, straightened his jacket, and then extended his arm for you to take. "Thank you, you also look amazing tonight Lucifer." Taking his arm now, he guides you two to the elevators which take you down to the foyer. Charlie was trying subtly to look at you two, but failing miserably. "Charlie is staring at us and almost crying.." Whispering to Lucifer now, he just nods, making sure to throw Vaggie a begging look to take care of Charlie, as you two leave the hotel. He decided to take you to the more finer side of Pentagram City, where rather expensive shops and restaurants were and which were less bloody.
"Here we are! It's the finest one I know around here!" Leading you inside, it was a big place. The restaurant had a fountain in the middle and had many plants all around the wide place. Marble floors, stone walls were adorned with gold elements and gold was seen all throughout the place. This was definitely an expensive place by the looks of it. A waiter leading you to a table no, you were sure was the best one in the whole restaurant. It was by a wide window, having a good look down the city, in the distance you could even see the hotel slightly, especially the big sign reading Hazbin Hotel.
"This place is beautiful but.. it looks rather expensive, are you sure this is okay?" Of course you knew who Lucifer was and he could basically afford anything in this whole city and do anything he wanted, you just wanted to make sure. Assuring you now that you shall not worry about something like that. Ordering food and enjoying the meal together, it was a nice evening. Everything goes by smoothly and you and Lucifer finally get around to know each other better. Sadly the dinner was over too quickly, Lucifer leading you back to the hotel now, while telling you a story from Charlie's childhood, which made you giggle. He truly was a gentleman and had a pure heart, he cared so much about Charlie.
"So.. would you.. repeat this another time? I mean only if you also enjoyed it! I of course did enjoy it! I mean you're amazing and-" Standing in front of your room now, you silence him with a soft kiss to the cheek, before looking at him softly fixing his suit. "I would love to Luci, I enjoyed this evening with you alot." Raising your eyes again to meet his, you can't help but let out a giggle at his expression. Eyes blown wide, mouth open and cheeks blazing red. "Great! Yeah! Woah! Me too! Especially the food, poah that was amazing! And the place was really worth it! Was it to your liking? I really hope so because-" Pulling him down by his suit now, your lips softly meeting his, eyes closed, before seperating again as you look at him. "Sorry.. You were rambling so nervously.. Please don't worry, I mean it when I say loved tonight.. Now sleep well Luci." Planting another kiss to his cheek, you enter your room, closing the door behind yourself.
You can help but smile at his little giggles as he skips down the hallway to his own room now. He was something, but you were looking forward to more dates that would follow this one.
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hi love! i absolutely adore ur writing and u should be so so proud of it. anyway i was just thinking about coworker james when readers car wont start in the parking lot and he like takes a look at it and is under the hood and reader is just like "oh...đ" cause the muscles are OUT and shes down bad
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âOh,â you say, âof course.âÂ
You drop your face into your steering wheel and sigh. An annoyed burst of sound, not cute or feminine or fun, a grunt of defeat. This sucks. Work sucks, life sucks, your car not starting is the least of your worries and yet somehow the most prevalent.Â
How am I gonna get home? you think to yourself, defeated.
âHey!â someone calls. Jogging, the last person you want to see in the world right now stopping at your door. James frowns at you. âItâs not starting?âÂ
You pop your door, careful not to pop him at the same time. âHowâd you know?âÂ
âI heard the engine turn over.â
âItâs making a clicking sound,â you say, twisting the key so he can hear it.Â
âItâs dead, probably. Your battery.â
James has an odd way of talking occasionally, as though youâve started a conversation and heâs adding onto it. Remus says it's ADHD. You like it no matter what it is and despite yourself âitâs getting harder to pretend you donât like him. Like, you hate him, heâs annoying beyond explanation, but your more positive feelings for him are heavy and ever present. So, so heavy.
âIâll pull my car up and we can give it a jumpstart,â he says. âEasy fix.âÂ
âYou donât have to go?âÂ
âWhat?âÂ
âYou have rugby today.âÂ
âOh, no, it's the off season now.â He smiles and you donât get why. âLet me go get the car.âÂ
James jogs back to his car and brings it next to yours. Everybody who isnât Human Resources or security has left already, leaving the car park practically empty, ample room for him to park beside you. He gets back out.Â
âI donât have, uh, cables,â you say.
James gives you a smile that is as patronising as it is attractive. âDonât worry about it, beautiful. I have everything you need.âÂ
He feels along the edge of your hood, pops the seal, pushes it up into the air, and hooks the prop rod into place. Heâs clearly done it before, and the whole while youâre watching his arm. His rolled sleeves draw attention to the tightness at his bicep, and the moving ligament and muscle of his tricep as he leans into the engine to look things over. âIâm no mechanic, but I do know everything, and I thought maybe things were a bit hot but your engineâs stone cold.âÂ
âSo itâs definitely the battery?âÂ
âProbably.â He scratches his jaw, peering curiously into the guts of it all. âWhen was the last time somebody looked in here?â he asks, squinting at you, unaware that heâs the finest thing youâve ever seen.Â
Your breath gets caught.Â
âHave you ever had it looked at?â he asks, concerned.Â
âI⌠maybe I did. I think so.âÂ
âYouâre supposed to have it looked at every year? For MOT?âÂ
âI know, I thought you meant before that.â Heâs distracting.
James looks you over. âItâs fine,â he says emphatically, âeven if I canât fix your battery, I can still drive you home. Youâre panicking for no reason.âÂ
âRight.â Panicking! Yes, this is panic.
âListen, can you get the jump leads from my boot? I have to open the hood.â He gestures for you to go. You do as heâs asked, wobbly, and struggle when you get there to actually open it. You slides your fingers under his car's emblem and flinch as it flies up past your face.Â
His boot is surprisingly well organised. Thereâs a duffel bag to one side half-zipped that showcases a flash of red and white uniform, a pair of formal shoes, a dark jacket folded and hidden behind the bag. You want to be nosey and you donât want him to think youâre stupid. You rush to grab the cables and almost clip yourself on the boot as you duck from under the boot and round the car.Â
James smiles when he sees you. No indication that youâre an imposition, itâs sort of like youâre two friends.Â
He pushes his sleeves farther up and digs in. Itâs awful, what business does he have looking so sharply put together? You hadnât thought you were preferential to muscle until right this moment watching James move around your engine like an expert.Â
âWhat are your plans tonight?âÂ
Your palms are hot behind your back. âI was thinking Iâd watch a new movie.âÂ
âThat sounds fun.â He ducks away from the engine. âI donât watch many movies.â
âWhat do you do with all your time?âÂ
âArgue with Sirius about whoâs turn it is to wash the dishes.âÂ
You startle. âYou and Sirius live together?âÂ
James laughs and pulls the leads to his own engine. âYou didnât know that?âÂ
âYou come in different cars.âÂ
âI come in much earlier than he does. And after work he and Remus always have things to do. Itâs weird, isnât it, how couples are always busy? I feel like I never do anything.â James grins at you. âThis is interesting, at least. My Friday night isnât a total waste.âÂ
James gets into his car and you into yours. With some fiddling, pleading, and a strange noise, he manages to push life back into your car. His smile when it works is his worst one to date, elated and shockingly handsome.Â
That Monday, against your better judgement, you bring him a little carrot cake in a tin. A thank you card felt like too much.Â
To his credit, he doesnât brag to anyone that he saved you. He says thank you for the cake with another real smile, and for some reason, despite the mild weather, he rolls his sleeves up at his desk. Almost like he noticed youâŚ
Well, he couldnât have. Right?
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It's Christmas Eve and Leon can't quite wrap his head around his drop-dead-gorgeous girlfriend's need to be 4 inches off the ground, but maybe there's more to your fashion choices than what he considers a faux pas.
f / m, established relationship, tooth ROTTING fluff, the barest baby twinge of angst and surprise ending ehehehe. also, super short!
word count: 898 // read on ao3
a/n: christmas in july oh my lord. tmi i'm on my period and i've had lover by taylor swift on blast for 3 hours :( give your girl a break and pretend my dividers match
this fic belongs to sketches for my sweetheart the drunk, a collection of bite-sized fics to stretch out my writing muscles :) i hope you enjoy!
âNo, sweetheart, the- no, the buckle comes off the other way.âÂ
If he were a lesser man, Leon would be laughing his head off at your flushed cheeks and bleary pout. You were going to do this right here, right now, plunked on the frozen stoop of your front door, mere steps from the warmth of your apartment.Â
âI can take off my own shoes! I bought them my- hic! -self.â
âYou did, sweetheart, â Leon soothes as he gets down on one knee, âand I know you can take them off fine, but you werenât drunk when you bought them, were you?â
âIâm not drunk. Iâm just...â you sulk. You would have sold the act too if it wasnât for a sleepy jerk of your head. You always get sleepy when youâre, â...tipsy.âÂ
Ah, there it is.
Your toes are a half-frozen cherry red as Leon unclasps the buckle adorning your beloved heels.Â
Thereâs not much Leon can do about your affinity for heels, even in the winter, so he grew a sixth sense for detecting falls around the time you almost tripped headfirst into the Christmas table at your parentsâ house. You havenât quite put together yet why heâs so on his toes when you wear stilettos, but Leon is okay with that. Batman never reveals his identity and if this is how he keeps Gothamâs urgent cares a little less occupied, so be it.
The fact of the matter is that Leon has perfected his method to three steps:
Watch for abnormal movement in your fingers. You start fluttering them like youâre Tinkerbell. Like youâre trying to take off from the ground and fly right back up to heaven without him, and he canât have that just yet.
Assume position when you start laughing too hard at his jokes to distract from the fact that youâre about to fall. You never laugh at his one-liners (the best heâs ever gotten out of you is a giggle and that was on his birthday).Â
Engage nearest mode of rescue the second your eyes start flitting around in search of a place to land.Â
But above all, the one condition that puts him on red alert is when youâve been drinking. His sweetheart is a complete lightweight.Â
And tonight, youâd had too much fun at Claireâs Christmas dinner.
It takes a little longer than usual for Leonâs icy fingers to undo the buckle on your other shoe. âThe mulled wine was that good, huh?â he asks, his lips curving into a smile as he looks up at you and your crossed arms.
He gets a hmph! in response.
âYou look beautiful. You always do, itâs justâŚcould we maybe save the ankle-breaking shoes for when the groundâs not frozen over?âÂ
The frown flies back on your face within seconds. His peace treatyâs gone south. âBut Leon, theyâre my Christmas heels! I always wear them on Christmas.â
Oh, he knows.Â
âThatâs why theyâre Christmas heels,â you point out.Â
Of course, youâre right. Theyâre the very same Christmas heels that so rudely interrupted his enjoyment of your momâs to-die-for lamb roast. Leonâs also sure that theyâre the ones that got repurposed on New Yearâs Eve two years back. He had to kiss you under the table next to the girls chowing down grapes, and itâs a lot less romantic when half of them shoot you death glares while theyâre wishing to not spend Valentineâs Day alone again. Come to think of it, Leon hasnât had grapes in a while.
âItâs not Christmas if I donât wear them,â you mumble.Â
You donât sound so sure of yourself.Â
Leonâs plea deal might be back on the table.
His thumb rubs circles on your ankle as you swallow. His kneeâs freezing over, almost attached to the sidewalk by now, but your mouse-quiet confession glues him to the spot.
âI lied.â
âThese arenât your Christmas heels?â
A snowdrop tear rolls down your cheek.Â
âI didnât buy them. You did, for me. I love them. Love you.â
You sniffle so sweetly, your cheeks still candy-apple red as he wraps your scarf tighter to keep you from catching a cold on his account. But itâs not enough to distract Leon from the fact that he bought you these shoes?
Oh no, no, no, youâre nodding as Leonâs face freezes into a horrified grimace. Heâs responsible for the Heels from Hell?
âSweetheart, I just donât want you getting hurt.â He takes your hands in his as your lower lip wobbles. He feels just awful. âItâs Christmas because I get to spend it with you, okay? Heels or no heels.â
âYou mean it?â
âThose damn things have nearly sent you to the hospital, of course I mean it.â
And finally, finally, you smile. Hark! The herald angels sing.Â
âLetâs get you inside.â Leon smiles back, pressing a kiss to your forehead. Heâd have gotten up too if he hadnât suddenly come to a comical stop, his left knee still perpendicular to the ground.
You look down and stifle a giggle. âLeon, youâre frozen to the sidewalk.â
âSo I am. Ow.âÂ
You lend him a helping hand as the two of you stumble inside the warm apartment, and Leon thinks heâll go online shopping once you fall asleep. For less dangerous Christmas heels, sure.
But also something else. Something shiny.Â
He really didnât mind being on one knee for you.
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purely platonic â ln4
genre: fluff, maybe a bit of angst??, secret crushes, just two idiots who can't read the room of what we call 'feeeelingsss', they friendzone each other without knowing they're friendzoning each other BAHA
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It goes without saying that you and Lando are like two peas in a pod; always finding something to do. But when things suddenly shift after the summer break, it leaves you two to settle with the idea of one another with a rather doubtful mind.
req!...got this one a long time ago and the request was kind of confusing?? but i tried to make something out of it hahaha enjoyyy??
âDoes this top make my boobs look big?â
Landoâs watercolor eyes quirk up, squint, then shakes his head full of curls. âYou donât have much to worry about.â
You muster a dirty glare before prancing over to the mirror, picking up a tube of gloss, laying it onto your plump lips. When you first started working at McLaren, you never truly thought you would end up here, on holidays with a witty British driver, but your friendship had blossomed rather quickly.
Donât botherâthey taste like absolute rubber.
Looking up to face the mysterious voice, you awkwardly choke, dainty hand dropping the last chocolate wafer.Â
Have you tried them?
Lando grins widely before reaching out to pick it up and popping it into his mouth. He winks.
Mmm. New recipe or something like that.
âAre you sure youâre going to be alright?â you call out, pulling the baby voice he hates with a strong passion. Rolling his eyes, he kicks his feet against the bed frame, twisting like a pretzel. As long as I donât get a ransom call, then yes. Go. Youâre giddy with excitement; pick up your purse, spray some perfumeâprobably the entire bottleâand finally peck his cheek, to which he grimaces, instantly pulling away.Â
âMake sure to wake me up once youâre back.â
You do. Patting him, you eagerly bounce up and down against the fluffy mattress. âBrazil was a mistake.â His lashes flutter tiredly, skin slightly pink from rubbing his eyelids. Why? Folding your legs beneath your butt, you huff, tangled hair flying towards him. He can almost smell the sea salt that lingers onto your clothes, the scent of aperol spritz. It makes him wonder how many youâve taken as he props up against his elbows, dark brows drawn together with attentiveness.Â
âFirst of all, I paid for the entire thing.â No, he gasps. You nod, pursing your lips tightly. âIâve never seen someone so tan turn paper white in a matter of seconds. It was quite fascinating, actually. Sucks,â you ponder, shoulders dropping drastically. âHe was stupidly gorgeous too.âÂ
I hate it when they do that. You laugh, eyes crinkling with true emotions for the first time that night. âHe did dance like a pro though, oh God, I could barely keep up.â A lazy arm flies up to massage your neck, wincing as if youâve just stubbed your toe against a brick wall. âI might have to see a chiro.â Tapping your finger against your chin, you close your eyes. âAfter all that, he invited me back to his place.â
The Brit sits up straight away, turns on the lamp that sits besides him. âWhy are you here then?â he screeches. You curl a brow. The fuck is that supposed to mean? Lando sighs heavily and rubs his temples before flashing you with a pair of stern eyes. âWeâre here to have fun, remember? Sex, sex, sex. Thatâs our priority.â The twenty-four year old relaxes against the comfy pillows. âWe made a pact.â
âBut I justââ You become visibly green, too grossed out with the idea. âHe was handsomeâdon't get me wrongâa fucking hunk.â He gags. âProbably had a massive dick.â Youâre disgusting! A giggle erupts while you wiggle your way underneath the covers. âBut I think I need to form an actual connection with someone in order to actuallyâŚyeah. A connection.â
It was about five months ago that you got dumped. Constant travels, not enough quality time. Too much work, not enough fucking. Far too lovey dovey eyes batted towards a certain brunetteâthatâs where you drew the line. You stood up for yourself; for Lando. It had taken you years to gain his trust and now that you had an unbreakable bond, you werenât going to let the first insecure man make you feel like shit for it. But he didnât like it, leaving you to cry on someone elseâs shoulder.Â
For some factor, the Brit felt bad. Perhaps it was his faultâperhaps he did interveneâbut he was pissed too. For the way your ex had treated you, for him even considering the twenty-four year old would hit on somebodyâs girlfriend. He knew the difference between flirting and a platonic relationship. Yeah. You were better off.
Brazil was great. Summer break was great. One night stands were great. At least he thought so.
Placing his hands over his broad chest, he releases a breath. âThatâs actually pretty cute.â A sudden growl slides up your throat as you kick his shin. He scoots further away. âI only suggested because I thought itâd helpâŚâ
âNow you know.â A beat. âI canât keep up with the Sex God.â Loopy eyes flicker over at him. âIâm talking about you, Sex Machine. Sex enthusiast. Canât keep it in his pantsâ â
He gruffs. âUnderstood.â He steals the blanket away as you squeal, hands flying out to tug it back towards your body. âLoud and clear.â
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He had a plan to visit as many places as possible, and while that was fun for a while, you reasonably started to miss home. Iâm tapping out, you would declare when you got to Bali, enjoying the view with an exhausted state. Last one. But he would somehow, always, convince you. Thereâd be too much to see. Too much to experience. And you would stay.
Itâs only up until Australia where you find yourself taking an actual break. Maybe it was because you were staying at Danielâs, but you were grateful nonetheless. Days consisted of hikes, rodeos, undercooked steak, wine, and dirt biking. Quite funâdefinitely better than being back home feeding your pet fish. Ms. Lockwood has it all taken care of, thank you very much.Â
âThis is nice,â the Australian murmurs as he bites down on a slice of pizza. âIâm glad you guys made a pitstop.â
Wandering eyes roam the open field, dusty boots kicked up against his car. âUs too.â
Lando clicks his tongue knowingly, tilting his head at you as you hush him. For once in his life, he was glad to have someone around. Oftentimes, thereâd be moments where people would assume you two were datingâpossibly even marriedâbut it was simply an unhinged friendship. Exactly what he was looking for. Thank God all of that is over now.
âHow long have you two been together?â Heidi asks sweetly, leaning against her boyfriend. Mid-sip, you spit, red wine painting Landoâs white tee. Bloody hell, he moans, drying his face with the back of his hand. âSorry,â you gurgle. âWeâre notâŚâ When you gag, the Brit scoffs.
âSheâs too immature. You think I would willingly sign up for that?â The couple share a skeptical glance, eyebrows raised to where he hands you a napkin. âCome on, mate, who do you take me for?â
As you both make your way over to the house, Daniel and Heidi settle into a deep conversation. There was not a single doubt within them that you two werenât meant for one another. It made perfect senseâbut why were you both so blinded to the idea?Â
âHmm,â the blond says. âTwo months of traveling together? That just doesnât happen.â Heidi spins on her heel, facing the Australian. âThereâs obviously a connection between them.â
-
Men like you are the reason I left Finland. Men like you are the reason I left Finland. A sip of water. Men like you are the reason I left Finlaâ
âWhat are you even talking about?â Lando groans from his seat. Peeking over at him, you shrug, and continue mumbling. âFor the love of God, must you keep repeating yourself? Youâre making a simple twenty minute drive feel like four hoursâstop it already.âÂ
Coldly glaring at him, you pinch your face like a clam and point a narrow finger at him. âMen like you are the reason I left Finland.â
The Brit lets out a scream and jumps towards you, slapping a large hand over your mouth. You squirm for a good minute before biting down, forcing him to pull away with a sudden hiss. âRascal.â
The view was breathtaking; the white snow, the green trees, the sunlight beaming from afar. His agenda continued and you kept tagging along. Youâve never visited, so everything was a pleasing journey. Staring out the foggy window of the van, you pout, pondering. âYouâve seriously never watched Confessions of a Shopaholic?â
âA Cock-A-Who?â
You laugh. âNot even close. Iâm not doing this again.â
Youâre sure you get frostbite by the end of the day, but the Northern Lights make up for it. After snapping a couple thousand pictures, you finally settle down on the snow next to him. âHey.â A white puff exits his mouth, chapped lips.Â
âHey.â
The silence prolongs, then you let out a sore cough, taking a sip of hot chocolate. You canât help but roll your eyes when you barely get a drop, realizing he had finished it all while you weren't looking. âOut of all the places weâve been to, this has to be my favorite.â You direct your attention over to him. âThank you for bringing me along. It means a lot.â
âAh. Donât mention it.â
You hum. âI never get bored of you.â You can hear his snowsuit scratch as he shifts to face you, wide eyes admiring the colorful lights. âI keep thinking I mightâeven just a little bitâbut I donât. Itâs weird.â
He chuckles, relaxing. âIâm glad you havenât. Weâve been traveling for a while now, so if that were the case, then Iâd be worried.â
Pursing your lips, you let out a sheepish grin. âYouâre likeâŚthe Suze to my Rebecca.â
âIs that supposed to be a good thing?â
Finally, you turn to him, taking in his puppy lost state. Specks of snowflakes cling onto his long lashes, the bridge of his nose is beet red, a hint of dried blood coats his overly frozen lips. Patting his shoulder, you let out a light whistle.
âLetâs just say, I never want to leave Finland.â
-
The season picks up once again, and so do the travels. But theyâre not the same. Maybe it has to do with the fact that itâs not only you two anymore. Sure, you have your friends, butâŚitâs not the same. The thought alone is confusing, but you donât let yourself think about it too long. Running after Oscar, you hand him a black binder. âWhat's this?â
âNot sure. Zak just wants you to read over it before the meeting.â
Frantically, he skims the white pages, flipping eagerly. You giggle. âI know it looks bad, but itâs not!â The Australian barely has a chance to protest before you skip away, shooting a quick thumbs up. âTake notes!â
Reaching the familiar dressing room, you find yourself gently knocking, foot tapping against the tiles. He swings open with a loopy grin. âHey.â
âHey.â A beat. âMeeting in ten minutes. Donât be late.â
He nods. âIs there anything I should go over?â
You shake your head, extending a singular piece of paper towards the British driver. âAs long as you go over these notes, then youâll do just fine.â You take a step back. âTen, Lando, ten.â
âGot it.â
Youâre the last one entering the crowded conference room, teasing snickers spilling from McLaren colleagues. Zak claps loudly. âGreat! Letâs get started.â
Youâre bored halfway through, zoned out, doodling onto your notebook. You were aware of everything, so you suppose it didnât really matter. Gray led slides coolly. A sharp sound rips you away from your daydreaming as you look up, eyes flickering between the three main men.
âI wasnât aware there was any special treatment.â His accent is laced with humor, brown eyes drifting over to you. You curl a brow at Oscar.Â
Zak chuckles. âI wasnât either.âÂ
Once the meeting is adjourned, Lando strolls over to where you sprawl onto a row of chairs, blanked out. He swallows a chuckle down. âYou alright?â
âWhat have I done?â You sit up, maniatic eyes dancing . âIâve never done that beforeânot intentionally.â
The Brit closes an eye teasingly before releasing. âThe notes?â
Leaping up, you march over to him. âYes, the notes! Since when do I sum up things for your benefit? God, I didnât even think about OscarâŚâ
âIâm sure you werenât thinking straight. We all know you like to help both of us out.â
A queasy feeling flips inside of you as you tilt your head. He was right. You got caught up, made one set of bullet points, and coincidentally gave it to Lando. No further meaning.
âI need coffee.â
-
As soon as you bolted out of McLaren Hospitality, Lando made his way through the paddock. âNorris,â a deep voice calls out. Alex grins widely, jogging closer.Â
âDone for the day?â
Alex nods. âWhat about you?â
âI think so. Had my last meeting. Reckon I should be good.â
The Williams drivers shimmies with a low chuckle. âWhy are you still here then?â
The Brit freezes. âI actually donât knowâŚâ
Huh, Alex hums.Â
âYouâre looking for someone?â
He unfreezes, chest tightening. âI donât know.â
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âHey, hey, watch out.â
âDaniel!â you shriek. He lets out a toothy smile, extending his arm out as a silent greeting, cup of coffee in hand. You rip it away, taking a large chug. âThank youâgotta to go.â
âWait.â He reaches for the hem of your shirt, stopping you from slipping away. âAre you okay? You look a bitâŚâ He motions a crazy sign. You glare back at him.Â
âI need air, I need air,â you gasp, zigzagging past him. Running after you, he hauls you into the nearest restroom. You screech, panicking. âAir, Daniel, air.â
âWhat happened?â
Something in his voice tells you he knows. You donât want him to know. How could anyone know what you donât even know? No one can know.Â
âYouâre rightâIâm losing my mind.â You step out of his embrace. âLet me out before I kill you.â
Brown eyes stare back in amusement. âYou can be honest with me.â
âIâll scream, Daniel.â
âBe honest with yourself.â
âIâm a black belt. My limits are endless.â
âJust say it.â
âSay what?â
âSay it.â
You close your eyes, groan, and kick the wall. âShit, I like Lando.â
Heavy pants, desperate huffs. Anticipating eyes, nervous fiddling with your hair. His lack of response makes it all worse.Â
Daniel clicks his tongue. âI knew it.â
-
âWant anything?â he asks, gazing up at the wall of foreign treats. Singapore knew what they were doing. Your voice catches, releases, then wave him off. Weird, he thinks to himself, but continues to pay for his own sweets. The way you prance around the small convenient store makes him smile, occasionally making sure you were still there.
âI wonât be going to the next race. Thought you should know.â
It obviously catches him off guard as he spins to face you with a neutral expression. Heâs good at hiding thingsâfeelings.Â
âIâŚumâŚâ He coughs. âCan I ask why?â
âItâs my Nanaâs birthday.â A beat. âShe only has so many left, dude.â
The Brit would love to relax and laugh at your dark humor, but one simple word makes him deflate, nodding along with a sheepish look. He hands you a bag of penguin gummies. âFrom me, to her.â
The colorful bag crunches against your touch, awkwardly beaming at it, then looking up into his soft stare. âShe has diabetes, but thanks.â
-
He realizes just how much he misses you once you jump onto the plane back home. He had been kind enough to offer to drive you to the airport, and you had been rude enough to decline. A weak exchange of words ensued between you two before reluctantly coming to an agreement.
Here is fine!
Blue eyes wander the busy drop off zone; humming with concern.Â
Let me help you with your bags, then.
No! Drive safe, Lando. Ohâand make sure to take your vitamins!Â
The British driver wonders why he feels different; pacing the room back and forth. Vitamin C is important. He eyes his watch. Thatâs probably whyâhe forgot to take them. Or maybe it was his biotin.Â
âMate! You have my charger!â The twenty-four year old gazes at his taking door and makes his way over. Daniel stands with loopy eyes, half shaved mustache. âBon Iver died mid-For Emma, so you better hurry and give it to me.â
âI have it right here, chill.â The Australian invited himself in, brown orbs flickering carefully through the dark room. He chuckles.Â
âCanât find your birth control?â
Lando cocks his head to the side, recognizing his mess that lies on the floor. The orange bottles make him stutter, briskly pushing the white charger towards his friend. âB6, Iâm looking for myââ A nervous hand runs through his messy hair. âGot what you need? Great. Off you go.â
âAh, ahâhold on a second; is that my girl, Isla Fisher?â
The Brit cackles, remembering about his open computer. âHow do you know?â
Daniel plops down. âConfessions of a Shopaholic? Classic. Heidi loves it.â
The brunette hums, finding a spot next to the Aussie. âWhoâs Suze?â
âHave you not been paying attention?â
âIâve been looking for my calcium!â
The thirty-four year old pouts. âI thought it was your R2-D2?â
âClever.âÂ
A Tim Burton looking girl comes on-screen, perfect bangs hanging just above her brows. The redhead and black haired duo exchange a small phone back and forth, panic evident. âThatâs Suze. Sheâs Beckyâs best friend. They go through a bit of a rough patch, but they come back together, donât worry.â
âSuze? RebeâŚâ He pales. âFriends?â
âYou thought they were lesbos?â
Lando shakes his head, harshly. âWhat about Finland?â
âA fantasy land, sort of.â Daniel props up against his elbows. âItâs her getaway from all her debt. Itâs real, but itâs not real.â The blue eyed boyâ shoulders droop furthermore as he watches the scene play out.
âFriendsâŚâ
Chomping down on a mysterious pill, Daniel shrugs. âMhm. Just friends.â
-
Itâs safe to say that youâre refreshed. You thought things throughâyou could never speak about your sudden realization. This probably happens all the time, all around the world, nothing to see here. Your feelings were there, but they wouldnât be your downfall. Not when he mattered this much to you.Â
âRead over this. Pay close attention to three and sevenâZak is going to ask you about it.â Lando hums slowly, eyes tracing your beauty. Youâre a shade tanner due to your small vacation, if you can call it that, and that somehow tugs at his heart. If he pays close enough attention, then he could point out a few new freckles. âAny questions?â
He blinks. âZero. Thank you.â
âJust doing my job.â
Something has shifted inside of him, somethingâŚnew? Every chance he gets, he would peek and admire the way you laugh with a couple of the engineers, with Zak. Then, he would have to pinch and remind himself that he was your friend; nothing more, nothing less.
âAny additional notes? Oscar? Lando?â
Raising your hand timidly, you beam. âIf I could suggest one thing, maybe we can keep the floor the same? I know we spoke on how a drastic change can possibly lengthen our kph, but if we actually think about it, then we would be able to see that itâll only worsen things. Itâs perfect, really, where itâs at. What we should be focusing on instead are other areas. Find ways to lighten the car, mark our attention to the aerodynamics.â Red creeps carefully onto your cheeks, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear as you shrug. âJust aâŚthought.â
Zak hums, crossing his arms in deep thought. âWe could do thatâŚwe could definitely do that.â He grins. âBoys?â
âAnything to make us faster, count me in,â Oscar agrees, voice steady.
âWe should change it.â
Everyone turns to face the twenty-four year old. Pens glide faster, keys click harder, and you stumble clumsily. âSorry?â
Lando tsks. âI like what you were saying, but we need to change it in order to stand a chance against the Red Bulls. Theyâve cracked the code, and weâre so close. We need to adapt.â
You burn up. âIâm sorry, but I disagree, Lando. Things should stay the same. Same is safe. Change isâŚâ You lick your lips, biting down momentarily. âNot necessary. Not when things are already good where theyâre at.â
The British driver hisses. Oscar jumps at the cold sound. âSafe is a pussy move. How will you ever know what could have happened? One thing can flip everything around.â His eyes soften. âA-and put us in front of the grid for good. Good, good.â
Caught in the flame, you grit your teeth together. Who were you to have a say after all? Your attention circles the quiet room before nodding stiffly. âAlrighty then.â
-
âYou embarrassed me in front of everyone!â
Lando frantically chases after you, shoes squeaking with every drastic turn. âI was just being honest!â
The sudden speed you turn back to face him with makes him flinch, forced to come to a halt. He can practically see the fumes exiting your body. âBut did you have to say it in that tone?â
âWhat tone? I didnât have a tone.â
âYes! Yes, you did!â You continue your march. âOh, hi! Iâm Lando Norris, professional Formula One driver, who knows everything you donât.â
âI do not sound like that.â
âYouâre right. You sound worse.â A huff. âListen, Iâm not actually mad, but I do need time to myself, so can you pleaseâŚâ You motion him away and he scoffs. Are you being serious right now? âI am! Leave!â
He sort of replicates a zombie, the way he drags his feet back to hospitality. Was he really ready for any of this? He liked you, a lot, but things like this would eventually stir up in any relationship, and maybe he didnât have the strength in him to fix things yet. But if you stayed friends, thenâŚyeah. Things would stubbornly fix themselves.
You, on the other hand, have a sudden bounce in your step. A stride. This is what you needed. Suddenly, your stupid little crush wasnât as important as you had imagined. Fights would bubble between you two if you ever dared cross the invisible line, and you werenât the biggest fan in facing them. Friends. Thatâs all this was.
Daniel crosses Lando first, intrigued by his dead-like state. âWhatâs up with you now?â
The Brit blinks. âIâm no Luke, Danny.â He kicks a rock. âIâm fine, however, being a Suze.â
Son of a bitch, the Australian thinks as he watches his friend stroll away. He actually paid attention.Â
Placing his headphones back onto his head, he continues his walk down the paddock, confused. When you make your way with a bright smile, he, too, reciprocates. Your lips move fast, hand gestures flying theatrically, and he canât hear a single thing. The Alpha Tauri driver snakes his hand to slip them off once again. âHaving a gâday?â
âBest,â you beam. âConnection lost.â
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KINKTOBER day 10
pairing: darkish!marvel ladies x fem!reader, wanda x reader, natasha x reader, kate x reader, yelena x reader, carol x reader, maria x reader
sumarry: you were kiddnapped, but a group of the mightiest herous will save your life and you can´t be more thankful
warnings: kidnapping, guns mentioned, little dark themes, kissing, touching, dirty talk, smut!!!, eating out, nickname "sir", catching somone having sex, voyeurism kinda, slight angst, wanda controlling your mind, and also reading your mind, group sex mentioned, ladies talking about planning on using you, knife play a little, little shitty writting, it takes forever to get into something, oopsies, if anything else - let me know!
word count: 7k
an: our last day! little crazy how time flies, we wont get into it or ill cry, but truly thank you for all the likes, reblogs, shares and comments! im giggling like a little girl, since few of my favs here commented or likes something soooo thank u!!!! sm!
an2: it was fun and chaotic at the same time! i love you all, stay safe and hopefully i wont dip away.:P
(italics = your thoughts)
!MDNI!
Enjoy this last spooky day and be safe!
You couldn´t see anything at all, the only sense you could count on right now is your hearing, which is not much of a helper. All you could hear is the engine running and some soft music playing in the front.Â
You try to move, but your hands are tied together and so are your legs, trying to remeber what happened made your head hurt, so you quickly gave up on that.
After what felt like hours the car finally stopped. You open your eyes, but it is still pitch black, even when you hear someone open the doors, there is nothing in your sight. Then it hit you, you´re maybe in a box, that´s why it´s so hot and you can barely breathe here.
Trying to feel where you are is a good start and you were right, you are in a box.Â
Someone opens the back of the car, and you feel that you´re finally moving, they put you down, which wasn´t the gentlest way, but since you´re tied up, these people probably don´t care about your well-being.Â
"Open it," you hear an old man says.Â
"Money first," this is someone else, someone who is standing right next to you, you´re still seeing pitch black and that is the most terrifying out of everything right now. Even if your try to run away, you don´t know where to, there could be fifty other guys standing there, so you´re in really shitty situation.
"No. I need to see if she´s alive and if it´s truly her." It´s the first voice again.Â
"She is, now give me the money."Â
What the hell is going on? They want my organs? But they wouldn´t want me alive? Or would they? Maybe they need the organs fresh, shit. My organs?Â
Your overthinking is making your heart beat faster, than if you would run a marathon now.Â
But is it really overthinking if this is the most possible outcome of this... deal?Â
"I want to see her. I won´t give you shit, if I´ll found her dead inside the box." The man is clearly mad now.Â
You can hear someone else coming, it sounds like a motorcycle. "Oh so you brought backup?"Â
"Me? Stop fucking playing around." You can hear that both of them are unease, their voices are filled with anger and it´s just a question of time, when they will explode like a bomb. You´re hoping you won´t be the center of catastrophe.Â
The motorcycle stops and you can hear someone re-load a gun.Â
A gun? Holy shit.Â
"Oh come on boys? What do you think you´re doing here, hm?" You can hear a woman speaking, her voice has a hint of smokiness and a certain level of strength, making it both captivating and commanding. It's a voice that demands attention and conveys a sense of experience and resilience. You could bet your life that you already heard this voice somewhere.Â
You don´t really know what´s goining on, but you feel like they´re just pointing guns at eachother, at least that´s what you´ve imagined.
The lady chuckles. "You are all surronded, nowhere to run, nowhere to hide," it was a quiet for a little bit, after she starts to speak again, "I wouldn´t done that if I was you, see the red dots? Yeah I have backup. And yours? Already arested," she adds.Â
Arested? Oh she´s from the police! Police! Yes!Â
You can hear how someone is walking closer to you, but from a totally different way then you heard the people talk before. But that is the last think you think of, before you completly pass out.Â
...Â
Beep, beep, beep.Â
Is all you can hear, before you can even open your eyes. You take a few deep breaths and with that, you slowly open them. The light isn´t as sharp as you thought it´s gonna be, so you blink a few times and your already adjusted to being awake.
Looking around give you an answer where you are, the hospital. All of your clothes are on the chair, packed in a plastic bag. So it must have ended good, the lady arested the bad guys and now you´re in the hospital, which isn´t your favorite place, but hey, you could be in a coffin now, so you see it as a win.Â
You don´t even feel in pain, maybe you´re head hurt a little bit, but you´re used to it. You slowly trace your hand all over your body, but you think you´re all good.Â
A person coming into your room pulls you out of your thoughts, as you look up at them, you notice is The Natasha Romanoff. One of The Avengers. One of the coolest people in the whole world!Â
Your eyes widen at her standing next to you with a little smile on her face. "You´re finally awake, how are you feeling?" her voice was so soothing, you feel like she could bring you from dead if that was the case.Â
As you observe Natasha´s outfit, you can't help but be drawn to her effortlessly cool and edgy style. She's wearing sleek, form-fitting black pants that hug her curves perfectly, adding a touch of boldness to her overall look. The pants highlight her long, lean legs, accentuating her confidence. Her choice of a white tank top underneath the black leather jacket is simple, it shows you just enough of her abs to let you know, that she could kill with them.Â
"I- uh good. Great. Amazing." She chuckles at your answer.Â
"So I assume the pills are working." She nods her head and sits on your bed.Â
"Meds?" A noticable confusion is written on your face and Natasha speaks right away, to ease your nerves.Â
"How much do you remeber, (Y/N)?" Natasha puts her hand on your forehead to check if you have a fever.Â
"Um... I remeber being in a box and being scared," Natasha hums, "I also remeber having my hands and legs tied and I- uh remeber and then I just..." you shrug.Â
"Okay." She nods again. "You don´t have to worry now, we took care of them and you´re safe." Natasha gives you a smile, that did make you feel way better. You knew she was a badass and pretty too, but in person?Â
She´s stunning, how can someone be this perfect? Like it is not fair.Â
"Althrough..." she sighs.Â
"What? Althrough what?"Â
"We´re not sure if they worked alone and knowing your status, we can´t risk you getting hurt again." She adds.Â
"My status? I´m sorry, I have zero idea what you´re talking about." If you were confused before, then you don´t know what you are now.Â
"Oh, detka. They did numbers on you." You could see the concern in her face.Â
Numbers? On me? What?
"You were missing for few months and when me and the rest of the team found you.. you were unconsious. That was 2 weeks ago, we weren´t sure if you´ll wake up. But you did and that´s amazing news, but we need to make sure, that you are safe." Natasha takes your hand in hers.Â
After that Natasha left you alone and you were trying to piece the things together, but everytime you tried, you got horrible headache.Â
What status? Who- what?Â
...Â
During the first week, it was only Natasha who came to visit you. Each time you inquired about leaving the hospital room, she staunchly insisted that you should stay and rest. Even though you expressed your boredom and eagerness to step out of the room multiple times, assuring her that you felt better, she stood unwaveringly by her belief that you needed the rest after everything you had been through.Â
She visited you everyday and you realized how sweet The Black Widow actually is and how much comfort she brings you in those confusing times. But you couldn´t help, but notice what her slight touches make you feel. Touching your forehead to make sure, you don´t have a fever. Touching your hand to get your attention or just putting your fallen hair behind your ear.Â
She brushes your hair every morning, reads to you, she even brought you a coloring book, which always brought you some sense of comfrot. And if Natasha wouldn´t be the one who brought it out, you would completly forget that something as kidnapping has happened to you.Â
...Â
This morning Natasha is not alone, she softly knocks three times as she did each morning and then slowly walks in with another person behind her.Â
"(Y/N), this is-" You cut Natasha off.Â
"Wanda Maximoff!" You basically yell. "S-sorry, I just... I know who you are." You sligthly blush at the two women in front of you.Â
Wanda chuckles. "That´s me. Pleasure to meet you, (Y/N)." She comes closer and shakes your hand, her hand felt incredibly soft, like a gentle caress of silk against the skin, inviting warmth and comfort.Â
"You don´t know what happened to you, but you remeber all of our names?" Natasha laughs as she teases.Â
"I mean..." you shrug. "You are The Avnegrs! So of course I know who you are." You look away from Natasha´s gaze.Â
"Sorry, that was a stupid joke." Natasha put few fallen pieces behind your ear and smiles at you.Â
"No, no. It´s fine, you had a great point there." You smile back at her. The readhead nods. "I brought Wanda, becuase she will take care of you now, for few days, before the doctors will release you." Nat smiles.Â
"Oh really? When I´m going home?" You were so glad you´ll be home soon.Â
Wanda just send a quick eyebrow raise to Nat.Â
"What?" You look between the two women in the room.Â
"Detka, you will be released from the hospital wing, but we still can´t promise there won´t be anyone waiting for you outside, so we decided that you will spend some time here, in the compound."Â
"Oh." Natasha´s words caught you off guard as you really don´t know what to feel now. You couldn't help but blush and feel a bit shy as you heard Natasha call you by that nickname, but at the same time her words made you a little sad, you still have to kinda locked up..Â
Wanda notices right away, without having to read your thoughts, that you weren´t really sure about this scenario. "But I promise I´m way more fun, than boring Tasha. We can read, play games and after you´ll be on your legs we can bake, cook, I can teach you how to play guitar and many more exiting things!" You smile, that does sound good, but what about all of your clothes and... other stuff you had to have, before that incident.Â
"We can go shopping too!" Natasha sends Wanda a quick glare as a warning.Â
"Well... better to be bored than dead, right?" You chuckle, but none of them even smiled at your joke, which was incredibly embarrassing.Â
"Don´t joke about that, detka." It was the first time you saw Natasha actually mad.Â
...Â
You are finally off the hospital wing, Doctor Cho told you that you need to rest and if there is anything wrong, you can call her asap. At the end she is working for the Avengers and getting calls in the middle of the night isn´t something unusual.Â
Being a week with Wanda was so fun, she told you all the stories from her life, you watched many sitcoms together and her cooking skills are amazing! Anything she cooked for you, you crave for some more. You´re really positive about her putting some drug in the deserts, because everything was just so good and addicting, it´s not even possible.Â
You two also spent hours on online websites shopping, for your new clothes, boots and everything you needed. Wanda payed for everything of course. Even though she told you, "Don´t worry about it," you still feel bad for spending so much of her money.Â
You´re currently waiting for Wanda, to walk with you to the main room, for you to meet the rest of the team. You were very nervous, but if Nat and Wanda were so nice to you and made sure you were safe all the time, you believe that the rest of the team is the same.Â
"There she is!" Wanda comes to you, hugging you closly. Like any other day, she was warm and you feel even better.Â
"Here I am. But I can take it-" You say as Wanda grabs the one plastic bag with your stuff.Â
"None of that, malysh. You need to rest."Â
"This weights basically zero zero nothing, I could-" You met Wanda´s eyes, "thank you for taking my bag." You smile.Â
"That´s what I´ve thought, malyshka." These nicknames will kill you, sooner or later. The two of you went to the living room, which was a two floors above you. The ride in the elevator was quiet and comfrotable.Â
Bing.Â
Wanda immedietly links your hands with yours, which you don´t mind it at all, it´s actually calming your nerves and she knows it very well. There is no need to read your mind, your body is speaking for you this time, with your relaxed posture and the little adorable smile on your face.Â
"They are nice, but little... hectic and full of energy. If anything, let me know and we can go to the bedroom." Wanda smiles.Â
"Thank you, WanWan," you smile back, if her and Nat can give you nicknames, you will think of something too. "I think I can manage, um... will Nat be there?"
Wanda smiles at her new nickname and then shakes her head, "Natasha is coming later tonight, you know, Avengers stuff." You simpy nod.Â
You could hear the other teammates right away, but you hear only women´s voices. You were honestly glad. Not like you don´t like the male Avengers, but... they are still males, so you already felt more comfortable knowing there are only bunch of ladies.Â
Wanda opens the door for you and walks right behind you. "Ladies, I´d like you to meet someone, someone very special, so please don´t attack her with questions or any other... things." She giggles and you look around and you feel like in a dream.Â
Carol Danvers, Kate Bishop, Yelena Belova, and Maria Hill are all seated on a comfortable, oversized sofa, while Wanda still stands beside you.Â
"Hai," you whisper as you awkwardly put your hand up in some sort of a wave.Â
All you could hear was all sorts of greetings, "Hi! Hello! Oh finally, hey!..." The sudden outpour of warmth takes you by surprise, and you can't help but blush and offer a shy smile in response to their overwhelming hospitality.Â
"Easy, ladies!" Wanda quickly says.Â
"Move, Maximoff." The Captain Marvel herself says as she stands up.Â
"No. All of you are like a bunch of hawks and (Y/N) is tiny, not a chance I will leave her all alone in this." Wanda grips your hand tighter.Â
You blush as you look at Carol.Â
"Im Carol, nice to meet you, (Y/N)." She smirks at you.Â
"I- I know... and you are Maria, Kate, Yelena," you smile as you point at each of them.Â
Wanda giggles. "She is our big fan," she explains.Â
"Ohh, is she?" Maria finally speak, "do you kow the rest of the ladies?"Â
"The rest?" You look at her, not knowing, who is the rest. "You´re living here with everyone? Like everyone? Where are the guys?" you obviously have many question.Â
"Most of us do, but sometimes there is a mission of world so-" Carol is cut off by Maria.Â
"Don´t start with this bulshit, Danvers. Like you´re something special, just because you can travel to space..." The brown haired girl rolls her eyes.Â
"I didn´t say I´m special, you did." Carol winks at her. Wanda leans closer to you and whisper right into your ear. "This is a daily basis on here, you´ll get used to it," she giggles and so did you.Â
"To answer your quiestion fully," Kate clears her throat, "all the ladies live here, all of us got room and it´s just like a never ending sleepover." Kate chuckles, she is probably the same age as you, or little older, which makes you feel better around everyone.Â
"And no. There are no guys. Is that a bad thing?" Yelena says without zero emotion in her voice.Â
"No! No, no, no! I mean I bet they are great, but I´m into girls. I mean... as a fact, I think you guys," you point at them, "just do it better. Way badass, smarter, faster, everything is just waaay better, you know?" you tried to save youself, but it didn´t work at all. Even Yelena has a slight smirk on her face.Â
"You were right, Maximoff. She is cute." Yelena nods towards you and Wanda.Â
"So you´re into ladies?" Kate smiles.Â
"No, yes. I mean yes, but I didn´t mean it like that in the previous context," you answer her.Â
"What was the context then?" Now it was Wanda speaking right into your ear.Â
You are quiet for a second and then just shrug, "I guess i didn´t want to talk shit about the male Avengers." you chuckle.Â
"Don´t worry, we won´t tell them." Kate laughs.Â
"Well... if you know a lots of things about us, isn´t it fair for us to know little something about you too?" Carol sits on a couch next to Maria.Â
"Go sit, malysh, I´ll bring you something to drink." Wanda sligtly pushes you towards the couch, when her hand leave your lower back, you already miss her touch.Â
You sit between Kate and Carol, while Maria stares at you with a slight smirk. So you quickly look at the youngest Avenger, and you can already tell, that she´s really exited to talk to you and get to know you better.Â
You sit nervously between Carol and Kate, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the attention. Carol leans back confidently, a smirk on her face. "So, what's your thing, hobbies, what´s your favorite food?"Â
"Um, well, I like uh, reading. And I enjoy cooking as well."Â
Kate is like a exited pupppy. "That's cool! Any favorite books? Oh, and, do you have a go-to pizza topping?"Â
Wanda comes back with the water and place it on the table, giving Kate a stern look, "easy Bishop," then she sits on the chair right in front of you.Â
"I love reading fantasy novels. And, for pizza, I'm a sucker for pepperoni."Â
Maria and Yelena, watching you, listen intently, their interest evident in their expressions.Â
Carol smiles, "That's awesome. We should have a cooking night together sometime. What do you say?"Â
You and Wanda make eye contact "Well... I already planned that with Wanda, so..."Â
"Oh really, Maximoff? We´re already calling dibs? That is not fair." Carol rolls her eyes.Â
"Or all of us can cook together?" You smile at Carol.Â
"Carol in the kitchen is the worst way of dying, so it´s a no for me." Yelena mumbles and leaves the room, Maria following closely behind. "Agreed."
"I can teach you! The simple things are not that hard, right Wanda?"Â
The girl infront of you just sighs and nods, "Sadly it´s not."Â
"Oh come on, don´t be so harsh on her, I bet it´s not that terrible... right?" You feel more and more comfortable with all the ladies around you.Â
...Â
"It´s not that terrible, right?" Wanda mocks you as you see flour flying, ingredients get mixed up, and the result is far from what the recipe intended.Â
Wanda and Kate exchange amused glances, but they both maintain their composure, trying not to laugh. You, though, can't help but chuckle, as you didn't expect this level of chaos in the kitchen.Â
Carol, with a sheepish grin, looks at her culinary creation. "I promise, I'm better at saving the world than making food."Â
"You better be, Danvers." Wanda smirks as she smacks her dirty hand on Carol´s ass, leaving a white mark on her black sweatpants.Â
"Oh you´re so in, Maximoff!" Carol turns around and runs for her, to get her revange.Â
You and Kate burst into laughter, all in good spirits. Despite the kitchen disaster, the shared experience brings the group closer together.Â
You jump on the messy kitchen counter, smiling from ear to ear. "That was... fun."Â
Kate nods and turns to look at you, "yup." She moves closer to you and touch your nose with her finger from... butter? You guess. "But at least now you see why is Wanda doing all the cooking. Sometimes Nat, but mostly our witchy." Kate is being very close to you know, her hands resting on your thighs.Â
"Fair point." You look down and blush, "maybe we should start cleaning?"Â
Kate shakes her head, "Wanda does a little poof and everything is clean, don´t worry about that."Â
"If Wanda survives." You point out.Â
"True." Kate chuckles.Â
"You have very blue eyes." You don´t know where this comment came from.Â
"I do, yeah. And you have very y/e/c eyes, (Y/N)." Kate is now whispering.Â
Nodding your head seem like the only good idea, since you don´t trust your voice at the moment.Â
"Would you like me to show you around and maybe later show you my room?" Kate asks, while staring at you.Â
"Oh are you flirting, Kate Bishop?" You roll your eyes at her.Â
She tilts her head, "what? You have such a dirty mind, miss (Y/N). I am not flirting with you, you would notice if I would." She squeezes your thighs and step away from you, "you going or what?" She smirks at you.Â
And with the most dramatic groan you jump off the counter and follow her through the compound.Â
...Â
After Kate showed you around, you were positive that you need a map, because there is no way you would remeber all the catacombs and shortcuts. No way.Â
And final stop, Kate´s floor. Warm, soft light streams into the room from a string of fairy lights above the windows, creating a cosy atmosphere. In one corner, a leather chair and a sleek, modern desk scattered with papers from her most recent missions indicate her dedication as a superhero. A collection of classic bass guitars in another corner, all neatly organized. Her two worldsâthe life of an skilled archer and the spirit of adventure of a young heroâcombine in balance in the room.Â
"Oh my god- it´s so cozy in here!" You smile as you look around, seeing all the bows and special arrows on the wall. "Wow," you mumble as your hand wants to touch her black bow with silver ornaments on it, "may I?"Â
"Go ahead, I don´t use these." She smiles.Â
Your finger traces those shapes up and down, but your attention switches into something else, many pictures on the wall made you giggle out loud, "No way! You have Halloween nights here?!" You look at a few pictures on the wall, but one catches your eye right away. Â
As you gaze at the Halloween picture, you can't help but smile at the fun and creativity captured in the snapshot. In the center, Kate Bishop stands proudly, dressed as a demon, her costume is complete with horns, pitchfork, and an impish grin that perfectly matches her cocky spirit.Â
To her left, Maria Hill is a regal Queen of Hearts, her costume rich in detail, from the heart-adorned scepter to the ornate, card-themed headdress, giving her an air of authority with a playful twist. That she has even without this costume.Â
Beside Maria, Natasha Romanoff stands as the Queen of Spades, her costume exuding an air of confidence. Her attire is a perfect blend of elegance and danger, with a spade symbol adorning her crown. And of course, her one and only iconic smirk.Â
Wanda Maximoff, on the other hand, adds a touch of the Wild West to the group as she confidently portrays a cowboy. Her fringe-trimmed jacket, wide-brimmed hat, and toy six-shooter holster create a vibrant, yee-haw Western charm.Â
Carol Danvers, in contrast, takes on a divine role, embodying a goddess with her shimmering costume and ethereal accessories. Around her waist, a gilded belt cinches the gown, emphasizing her muscle figure. It is adorned with intricate patterns and symbols that hint at ancient mysticism. Her accessories are no less impressive â a tiara with sparkling gemstones graces her brow, and her wrist cuffs shimmer with a radiant energy.Â
Finally, Yelena Belova channels her inner child (kinda) as she steps into the shoes of Lara Croft. Her outfit mimics the iconic video game character's attire, complete with dual holstered pistols, a utility belt.Â
"You thought we´re boring or what?" Kate walks up behind you.
"A little bit." You admit, "but this looks so fun! I´m quite upset I´ve missed that."Â
"Don´t worry, you´ll get an opportunity. But I´ll bite, what would you dress up as?" Kate voice sending shivers down your spine.Â
"Hm..." you turn around, "I take Halloween very seriously, so..." you try to think. "Well since Wanda was a cowboy, I would go as a reversed cowboy. You know, put a little UNO reverse card on my head. It´s funny and also good effort." You giggle.Â
"Oh, sweet sweet (Y/N), you´re wilder than I thought," Kate chuckles, "I like that idea, now I´m quite upset too, you would be such a fun to our little party." She winks.Â
You´re stomach feels like it´s filled with butterflies, that are trying to get into your whole body.Â
"You feel my flirting, huh?" Kate smirks again.Â
"Oh shush, I don´t want to boost your ego." You want to turn around, but Kate grabs you by your waist.Â
"You don´t need to, pretty girl."Â
"Kate..." You´re glancing at her lips, then back into her blue eyes and then back on her lips.Â
"Hm?" Kate knows and you know that she knows and that makes you even more frustrated.Â
"I- I don´t know what to s-" you barely whisper.Â
"Then don´t say anything, I´ve got you. It´s all good, you´re safe with me here, okay?" Kate whispers and with you nodding your head, Kate leans in and your lips connect. Her lips are incredibly soft. Second ego, you were shy around the archer, but now, you want more, you crave more. She´s holding your hips, her strong grip making you feel secured and that´s all it matters now.Â
As you found yourself captivated by the enchanting presence of the Bishop girl, it was a moment of shared intimacy, and none among you were present enough to recognize the subtle observe of the Witch and Captain. The door had been unintentionally left ajar, providing an unanticipated point for the two observers. From their concealed perch, they had a front-row seat to the scene. This unintentional voyeurism presented a silent spectacle that would be etched in the memory of all involved, forever preserving that delicate moment.Â
"Really? Bishop is the first one?" Carol whispers, and Wanda gazes at her with a mix of understanding and frustration. She senses the storm in Carol, and it resonates with her because she feels the same emotions. Deep inside, Wanda hoped she would be the first to share that intimate moment with you. She had been so close, with Natasha temporarily away, but fate had other plans, and Kate Bishop claimed the coveted position first.
"Look, Carol, she´s really into it." Wanda´s jealous thought disappears, as she sees you pulling Kate closer and slightly biting her lip.Â
"How many weeks did Natasha said to wait? 8-9? And we will discuss it? I knew it was bulshit." Carol chuckles.Â
Wanda smirks and takes a picture of you and Kate making out, sending it straight to Natasha, with a message on it 'What if our new plaything is not waiting?'Â
After literally 5 seconds, Wanda´s phone lit up with a new message from Natasha, 'omw.'Â
...Â
After your pretty heavy make out session with Kate, everything was different around the compound. Kate was by your side almost every minute and the other girls were as well. Everyone but Natasha. You didn't know if you did something wrong or if she had just a lot of avenger's work, but you wanted her attention.Â
âI wouldn't go there, right now.â Maria says as she somehow appears right behind you.Â
You were just about to knock on Natasha´s door to her office. Due to Maria, you pull your hand away, âwhy?âÂ
âShe´s just not in the right mood now.â The agent explains.Â
âWell, me neither, so-â you turn around and knock three times.Â
âYou´re really stubborn, huh?â Maria chuckles and turns around, walking away.Â
âI already told you that I don´t have the time for your-â you hear behind the door, until the door opened, âoh, it´s you.â Natasha´s voice went from raspy angry spy to nice Natty, who used to brush your hair every morning, when you have been in the hospital wing.Â
âIt´s me.â You smile a little and without another word you step inside her office.Â
Natasha watches you; she tilts her head waiting for your next move.Â
âI kinda invited myself, sorry. But I have a question.â You give her office a quick glance, nothing original, just a big modern office, with lots of paperwork everywhere. Â
The view is special though, you can take in the lush expanse of the garden, every detail from the blooming flowers to the trees. And beyond the garden's beauty, the panorama stretches out to reveal the entire cityscape. Skyscrapers rise majestically, their windows reflecting the sunlight, while the urban landscape sprawls in all directions.  âI´m listening.â The redhead closes the door.Â
âDid I do something wrong? Or... like why donât we talk anymore? You barely look at me when you come into the room, I just- did I do something wrong? I know you have a lot of work because the people who tried to... you know, but uh- like what's going on, Natty?â The nickname slips out and you donât even notice, but Natasha did, she always notices those small details.Â
You can hear her sigh, that´s never a good sign.Â
Shit.Â
âDetka, sit.â She nods towards the chair in her office, and you quickly did so. âIt´s not like I donât want to talk to you, I do. But I just thought that you´re already taken and I do not mess into someone else's business.â That was a lie, another one, that you can´t catch on.Â
âWhat do you mean?â You quickly mumble, feeling like a kid who did something bad, since Natasha is standing above you now.Â
âYou and Kate.â Â
âWe- we uh are not dating, if thatâs what you're asking.â You blush.Â
âI'm not asking, (Y/N). But I would appreciate if next time you would be honest with me.â Natasha turns around.Â
âBut I am! We are not dating, we- are just friends.â Â
âFriends?â Natasha turns back to face you, looking down at her phone scrolling, trying to find a picture that Wanda send to her. âIs this what friends do?â Â
Shit, where did she get the picture?!Â
âI-â you can't find any words that would help. You feel horrible, even though you didnât do anything wrong, or did you?Â
âI need to work now, to keep you safe, remember? So... if that´s all, see you at dinner.â Natasha looks sad, incredibly sad in fact. She opens the door for you and without anything else you leave.Â
After few minutes of standing behind Natasha´s door, you decided that you need to blow off some steam and the Avengers compound has everything, so some boxing and sauna after don´t sound like a bad idea at all. Even though you had a boxing class like once in your life, you´ll manage, at least that´s what you hope.Â
âŚÂ
It was not actually that bad, you feel exhausted, but also little better, hoping that sauna will do the rest of the magic. Â
What you didnât know is that you're not the only one craving to ease your nerves there.Â
As you open the door you see quite a pleasing sign in front of you, Carol Danvers eating out Wanda right in the sauna, where you wanted to rest. You are like a deer caught in the lights, before you can say anything, the witch notices you and smirk.Â
âWe have an audience, Captain,â she whispers between her moans.Â
Carol turns her head, and her eyes meet yours, âwanna join?â the blonde one chuckles as Wanda slaps her hand playfully.Â
You don´t answer, you´re too occupied staring at Carol´s well-defined arms, you can see her veins, which switch something inside you.Â
âEarth to (Y/N),â Wanda chuckles, âwould you like to finish me, malyska?âÂ
âN-no, sorry! Shit! I didn´t know that- you uh- it will be occupied!â and with that you run away.Â
âShe was staring at you.âÂ
âShe was basically drooling.â Â
âOh please! Don't let it get to your head!Â
âDo you want to cum or not?âÂ
âYes, captain.âÂ
âThen shut your pretty mouth.â Carol smirks as she dives back into the witch´s sensitive spot.Â
âŚÂ
âI didnât know Carol and Wanda are dating,â you sip from your newly opened water bottle.Â
âUm... they are not.â Kate looks at you.Â
âI´m pretty sure they are,â small giggle is escaping your mouth.Â
âHow so?â The taller girl tilts her head, âI´ll bite.âÂ
âI found them in the sauna together!â You look at Kate, âand they were... you know...âÂ
âNaked? Well that´s usually the scenario in the sauna, (Y/N).â She laughs.Â
âI mean yeah they were naked, but they were... being close, intimate!âÂ
Kate is obviously not catching what you're trying to say.Â
âThey were fucking, Bishop.â Yelena says as she enters the kitchen. âCarol has pretty high sex drive since she´s âoff planetâ most of the time.â Â
âOooh!â Kate says as she understands you now, but she does not look shocked.Â
âSo, they are like friends with benefits kind of a thing?â Â
âIf you want to label it, then I guess.â Yelena shrugs and you blush, imagining what you have seen earlier.Â
Carol and Wanda then enter the kitchen as well, you don´t dare to look into their eyes, but you can feel that they are staring at you. You can bet anything in the world that they are also smirking. âWhat´s for dinner? I'm kinda hungry.â Captain Carol says.Â
âYou´ve just ate, Danvers!â Kate says it in a teasing way, which makes Wanda giggle and Yelena smirk.Â
âBut I would still eat some more, what do you say Bishop, you up for it?â the blonde one tilts her head. But even the chuckle she lets out sounds like she means it.Â
You are too stunned to speak or even move a little. You see Natasha and Maria coming to the kitchen as well, hoping one of them will save you from blushing and slowly melting away. The trained spy notices your shy behavior right away. âWhat did you do to our little one?â Â
It´s like she pushes the small âargumentâ you had away when she sees you struggling. Â
âNothing!â Wanda says.Â
âYet.â Carol ads.Â
âShe just caught Danvers and Maximoff fucking in the sauna.â Yelena explains.Â
You instantly want to leave the room, not that you would be uncomfortable, but you can feel yourself getting too excited, just being with these women in one room is too much to handle, talking about sex? Seeing them have sex? You´re questioning how are you still alive.Â
âDetka...â Natasha starts, all eyes are on you right now.Â
âHm?â Is all you can menage to let out, hoping it would satisfy all of them, but you´re wrong, shockingly, right? The Black Widow clears her throat, and your body automatically makes you look up at her. âI didn´t meant to, I just... wanted to use the sauna and Carol with Wanda were just there um-â Â
âIf I clearly remember Wanda and I were both inviting you, so I donât see the issue here.â Carol smirks at Wanda.Â
You bite the inside of your cheeks, hoping it will calm you down.Â
âThere was a moment that I thought you would join us, malysh. And I think that you do too, am I right?â The witch knows exactly what your thoughts were about, she´s pushing you to just admit it.Â
âUm- no! No, not at all. No. I was- definitely not.â you shake your head more than you should, but you can´t help it. Trying to make it more believable, but you're failing, miserably. âNot that I think you don´t look great, you do! Your bodies were- are phenomenal! But uh-âÂ
You are cut off by Wanda slapping Carols hand, âI told you she was staring.âÂ
âAnd I told you, she was drooling,â Carol sends you a wink and you quickly look away from her.Â
âOkay, ladies. Give her a second and you,â Natasha locks eyes with you, âhow about we move to couch, you will sit down and take a few deep breaths, alright detka?â The redhead smiles at you as her soft hand touches you, leading you to the living room. You can just nod, but you're happy, because Natasha doesnât look mad or upset anymore, actually there is this look in her eyes, you can´t quite point a finger what it means, but her eyes kind of shifted somehow.Â
After a few minutes of Natasha saying sweet nothings, you calm down a bit, she whispers, âIt´s okay to look, you know. No need to feel shy about it. Honestly, we all do appreciate a good compliment, especially from a pretty girl like you, (Y/N).â And there it is again; your cheeks are flushed, and your heart is beating fast again.Â
âHow about we all help? To make you feel better, that is what you want right?â Wanda comes in, her hands slowly massaging your stiff shoulders. Â
âI- I donât want to bother you, or like-â you stutter out, your mind being a little fuzzy, you just feel tingles all around you, in you, everywhere.Â
âShhh, we promised we will help you out, so just let us.â Wanda whispers in your ear.Â
âOr not and we will find our way.â Maria finally speaks. âBesides, it would not be fair, Kate already had her time with you, and we all are good friends, we share things. That´s just how it works here.â Â
You look at Kate, who's now standing in front of you, looking down at you with a smile on her face, that is telling you, that she does not have any regrets of throwing you into the cage full of hungry tigers. Infact, she looks like a kid on a Christmas Eve. Suddenly, your mind is craving any touch.Â
What's going on?Â
âYou want this, shhh, you´re safe. Everything is okay. Just enjoy this.âÂ
I want this. So much.Â
âThat is right, malyshka.âÂ
Wanda nods, giving a signal to the rest of the girls. Kate immediately knowing what to do, she basically sprints out of the room to get some stuff from the âAvengers special roomâ, it´s not even a minute and she's back with some ropes, wand, few straps, and handcuffs. Â
It´s your first time with them, so they donât want to overstimulate you that much. Other toys for other days.Â
Maria takes the ropes and starts to tie your hands together, putting them above your head, âKeep them there.â Â
âYes, -â you stop yourself and Maria raises her eyebrow, she knows that you wanted to use your manners and address her by a title, but your little messy head does not know which one to use.Â
âSir.â She smirks and you nod a little.Â
âYes, sir,â you give her a little smile, it makes so much sense, that this is her title.Â
âAlready being so good?â Natasha kisses your forehead, going to the kitchen and making sure she's putting the phone in a good place for the perfect angle of her little movie.Â
Lots of things are happening and you feel people touching you all over your body. Hill finishes tying your hands together and she comes to Natasha, both of them are saying something, but you can't hear at all. Your attention is now on Wanda and Kate, they are slowly tying your legs together, is hot, but adorable at the same time as the witch is teaching the young archer how to do the perfect knot.Â
Carol is already without her clothes, having only a big strap on herself as she is adjusting the harness and even though you saw her naked already, you donât think you could get enough of her.Â
Suddenly there are some lips on yours, when they pull away, you notice it´s Yelena, you smile at her instinctively. She is a bit harsh, but you actually like it that way, and both of you know it. âHave fun, when you´re done here, come to my room. Understood?âÂ
You nod, again, âUnderstood, yes,â you whisper.Â
Yelena just smiles a little, and slaps your cheek, which caught you off guard, but it sends shivers down your body, making your pussy even more wet. You´re positive that you´re already making so much mess.Â
Carol finally comes to you and picks you up, without a word she places you on the table in the living room, making you the center of attention. But you donât want her to let go of you, she's so warm and her strong embrace is making you feel like the most secured person in the entire milky way. Â
âDon´t worry, malysh. Captain is very cuddly after sex.â Wanda sends you a wink as her and Kate finishes the tight knots on your legs.Â
Natasha comes with a knife in her hand, slowly cutting through your clothes and with a slight smirk she says with such a rasp in her voice, âwho wants to go first?âÂ
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personal headcanons | leon k.
genre(s): humor, romance, erotica, modern au warning(s): female reader in mind, language, age gap, self indulgent, fingering, oral, p in v, voice kink, mentions of choking, bodily fluids, dirty talk, pet names, mostly me being a horny spazz for this man, not proofread now playing: funny how time flies - janet jackson
⣠most of your jokes consist of poking fun at your age difference.
⣠seriously. gen x vs. gen y is strong with this one.
⣠prime example: you give him shit about his car still having a cassette player.
⣠âget with the times, grandpa.â
⣠âfuck off. itâs retro.â
⣠âyouâre retro, old man.â
⣠thinks the fact you still watch cartoons is endearing.
⣠but, âwhat the fuck is adventure time?â
⣠will âback in my dayâ you until you roll your eyes and scoff, shutting him up with a kiss.
⣠has your back despite how often you call him old.
⣠like youâre not getting up there yourselfâyour aching back and knees!
⣠goes out of his way to bring you little trinkets and snacks when he goes on missions in other countries.
⣠it eats him up that he canât divulge the secrets of his profession.
⣠never wants to hide anything from you; you make him want to give you the world.
⣠but he knows he has to keep some secrets to protect you.
⣠you love him nonetheless.
⣠tug on his little heartstrings when you fall asleep on the phone with him.
⣠or when he catches you between sleep and consciousness on the couch when heâs had another late night around the office.
⣠secretly loves whisking you off to bed like some knight in shining armor.
⣠ridiculously gentle despite his imposing figure and calloused hands.
⣠sometimes riddled with those intrusive thoughts of choking you because he knows he could crush you with how small you are compared to him.
⣠not like youâd complainâsometimes, you ask him to lose a little control.
⣠and that scares him shitless because, who made you like this?
⣠despite how badly he wants to show you how much heâs missed you, he lets you sleep.
⣠holds you tight while you sink below the depths of unconsciousness.
⣠because sometimes, letting you go feels like youâll disappear in a plume of smoke.
⣠but when you awaken before the sunâŚ
⣠oh, itâs on.
⣠because you think youâre so slick, rutting your little ass against him in the wee hours of the morning.
⣠challenge: accepted.
⣠knows what his voice does to you. how the low rumble of it makes you clench and stutter.
⣠and when you rub your thighs together to ward off that fuzzy rush of endorphins between themâŚ
⣠fuck.
⣠âdid somebody miss me?â he croons, his stubble coarse in the junction of your shoulder as he litters your neck with kisses and holds your chin in his massive hand.
⣠loves to tease you into submission.
⣠will touch and suckle everywhere except where you want him the most.
⣠and he will do this for hours until you growl for him to âstop being a little shit.â
⣠âthought you were sleepinâ, baby.â
⣠plays with your pretty nipples until theyâre pebbled and straining against your clothes.
⣠flitters his tongue over them, groaning because you taste and feel so goddamn good.
⣠spreads you open like a flower with long, languid strokes of his fingers.
⣠and the sticky glide of your cunt against his fingertips makes his dick jump.
⣠âmakinâ a mess for me already, love? so fuckinâ cute, arenât you?â
⣠alternates between circling your clit and testing the barrier of your sticky, slutty little pussy hole depending on how your body responds to him.
⣠because when you undulate your hips against him in response, he soaks his joggers with pre-spend.
⣠will make you cum at least thrice on his hand.
⣠and will keep fucking you through your orgasms because, who told you to feel this good?
⣠until you beg him for something more filling.
⣠can give you a solid two rounds in pound-town.
⣠heâs not as young as he used to be, god dammit. cut âem some slack.
⣠apologetic if he cums before you, though he makes it his mission to ensure you get yours first.
⣠but will finish you off with his mouth if you so please.
⣠eating you out is his favorite pastime. he gets hard all over again just from being between your legs.
⣠will twine your fingers together and maintain some semblance of eye contact while he unravels you with his mouth.
⣠and will groan into your cunt to let you know how appreciative he is for the meal.
⣠vocal af.
⣠will continue until your thighs clamp down on his face, signaling him to âs-stop. to-too much.â
⣠god forbid heâs in a teasing mood because youâll have to punch him to get him to stop.
⣠but, youâre irresistible when you beg, andâ
⣠fuck. heâs suddenly up for round 3.
⣠aftercare is immaculate.â¨
⣠has a hard time keeping up with your energy sometimes.
⣠but will definitely heft you up with one hand as he walks you into the house to kiss you stupid against the wall of your entryway.
⣠will definitely dance on the table with you in his underwear.
⣠and indulges you in your childish requestsâpillow fort? heâs down.
⣠content with just existing in your presence.
⣠youâre his vice; his kryptonite.
⣠and heâs hopelessly romantic for you.
⣠because you have him doing all the cliche shit. kissing in the rain. swinging hands on the beach, walking into the sunset. sporadically showing up at your job with flowers and takeout.
⣠grabbing your ass in public to let everyone know that yes, this old manâs hittinâ that.
⣠heâs head over heels for you.
⣠and he wouldnât have it any other way.
⣠because you make him feel something he thought himself dead to for years.
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content: prodigy!abby x nerdy!reader, childhood friends, university-based, fluff (for now), romance + tension (little bit angsty), drabble length but switching up the small caps (experimenting. heh), mainly jotting an idea, not a certified abby expert.
It was an absolute murder to discover that she could not fufill this one off her bucket list.
Fucking video gaming?
Exactamundo! Abby can outstand everybody in nearly anything, being everything from a virtuoso violinist, to a glorified part-time fisherman, and a damn gourmet chef as well. She paraded around the entire campus pursuing a name in every elective and Olympic hobby you could ever think of. Name it, chances are she's done it. Actually, more than done it, all things considered.
But video games? Guess the esteemed Abby Anderson had finally tumbled downhill and suffered defeat; looking you up out of all computer-smart people felt treasonous to her, but seemed high-priority to the eye of the beholder, the eyes in question even rolling. You don't need an in-person class course on fucking Skyrim. Look at the tutorials!
âSo, how the hell do I shorten my speedrun times?â
None of it made a lick of sense. Well, the wanting to do speedruns part, you see the appeal in a medieval-inspired game. Speedrunning sucks the fun and the atmosphere out of a truly gorgeous game such as the forenamed. Yet, it's not like you haven't experimented in closed-world speedruns after immersing yourself in collecting all the achievements; Firewatch takes the cake.
But, still, coming to youâa forgotten, childhood friend whom she ghostedâmakes no logical sense. Games are easy-peasy. Literal pieces of cake!
You scrunch your nose at the reclined blondie on your bed, confused. âUm, by watching a tutorial?â Almost laying back into a condescending tone, maybe even a little. âDid you even think to do that before knocking in the dead of night?â Her mordant, stick-up-the-ass kind does the same thing to you, so, you can gripe at that game all you desire.
âHey,â she pouts, sounding out mock-offense. She scoots up from her prone position on the bed to face youâso proper. âEverything has more to it than what you see.â Sure, philosopher. âAnd there definitely is with video games. I keep losing. Besides, if I can't stomach skydiving or rock-climbing, then this is next on my list.â
âPftââ
âWhat? You know I don't do heights.â
Oh, my god. â'You keep losing?'â Is she a prodigy at radical honesty?
Pond-blue eyes toss in a perfect, resentful circle. She scoffs, âWhy do you think I came over here?â Complaining right hand flicking with attitude.
âI don't teach beginners.â
Your sarcasm flies not even an inch under her radar; it was always a retreat tactic back in highschoolâwhen this imitative facade first hardened. âOh, okay.â She bites you back with it too. But it never even occured to her that you might just be serving a tablespoon of teasery. Being old friends, having lonesome yearns, even stubborn prodigies can be painted in a rosy picture.
Still can see those young, faded freckles. Lovely ones.
âThis was a mistake, wasn't it?â An unpleasant question. Drops from her lips almost wantonly.
It strains your chest cavity.
Is seeing her a mistake?
Not really. You hope not really. Once, there was a time where she was suddenly rude, dismissive and up every aspiring valedictorian's ass, but all paths lead back, you believe. Somewhere underneath that porcelain facadeâand hot, rocking bodâis a clean crack in her over-achiever matrix; softness is bleeding out. You can see the beginning brooks of it like a kingly ichor. Possible smiles that aren't contemptuous.
What next, an apology?
âCan I at least.. say sorry, before going?â
Sorryâgoing? Fuck, you majorly zoned out. âWhat?â You loom in closer, throwing the one-brow raise. The proximity barely even occurs to you.
âFor being a jerk, for blowing you off, ..â The list implies endlessness as her voice fades out. In a way, you expect her to pick up and continue. But, after the gestures and head-tilts, she pauses. Reinstates eye contact, pauses, and works her lips again. An awkward, prefacing breath skims. âAnd I guess, 'm also sorry for.. this?â
Before comprehension hits, it is too late. Darkly, a warmth brushes your cheek and a silence catches your lips, blocking your eyes out. It makes you feel blindsided, this short-lived kiss, one you suspend wide eyes for, tilt your neck for, accept without question. A strange deja vu rushes to your nape.
You shiver.
It even ends before you understand it, Abby pulling away with light-glossed eyes you swear are stones of aquamarine in disguise. She cracks; dints a smile in her cheek. Proud, anticipating. Having her this close made your inhales excessive; you needed all the air in the world to function right now. Deep breathing.
She smells like the outdoors.
Naturally.
âGood?â She has to reassure herself.
âYeah,â you quickly spout, croak even. Wherever in the world your head is, it's not here. âNot really a prodigy at kissing, so..â And while it is somewhere, the remnants of her kiss are phantom. They have not stopped yet.
An amused chuckle greets in gusts across your lips, from your radical honesty, the moment itself, whatever. Crowns you the jokester anyways. âGuess we both have something to learn then.â
Wonder what future that comment entails.
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Can you do a Clark Kent x reader having to deal with working at the daily planet and Lois vying for him even though he only has eyes for you. He loves your brown skin and different styles you rock. Iâm a black reader so thank you for sharing your writing.
imagine clark as your coworker
Swallowing thickly as you leaned your head on your fist. Huffing out a sigh, the continuous ticking of the clock, footsteps of your coworkers and the chattering from the Daily Planet News Channel are all pounding on the inside of your skull. You pushed your glasses up higher on the bridge of your nose as your eyes scanned over the rough draft for the next column. You absolutely hated proofreading, such a tedious and straining job for your eyes. All the overstimulating noises not helping.
And of course a bumbling fool had to prance his way to your desk. You heard the knock against the cubicle but you hoped your hair was big enough to drown out the noise.
"Yes? Do you need something?"
A small corporate smile is plastered on your face as you glance up at the familiar man. A soft glance hiding your underlying annoyance by the intrusion. Looking behind the man for a quick moment, you see two spectators focusing on this interaction.
"I haven't seen you around this floor before. I was thinking we could grab some coffee. I could show you the ropes."
Pupils flickering back to your coworker in front of you, your eyes drop. From a friendly and warm aura to pure annoyance. Inhaling through your nose and out your mouth, you flash a quick smile. The classic white man burden scenario.
There is truly only one way to clarify and shut down this run in. You've tried a number of different approaches but this one seems the most effective...and the most fun. "I've been working here for three years."
You don't know what was more ironic about the setting: your deadpanned voice, his rosy cheeks or his curt nod and awkward walk away. You bathe in watching the confidence drain from a mans face. The shocked look from the somewhat new information and the simultaneous switch from your corporate personality to your regular 'no bullshit' attitude.
You don't understand how a new hairstyle was an indication of being a whole new person. You still had the same face. Maybe that was all white men logic, you thought. But that was an unfair stereotype. There was one man you knew of that noticed. He noticed practically every minuscule thing about you. A tall, stereotypical, blue eyed, dark haired gentleman. He was sweet and sort of awkward but so very easy on the eyes.
"Hm? Oh, no. I'm not going home for the holidays."
The simple question, set the scene for what Clark would ask you next. He waited to get you in the break room alone to ask and clearly you thought nothing of it. But before he could follow up.
"I love going home for the holidays!"
An interruption. You gave a small smile to her but he sighed.
Lois.
Always annoying. Always showing up at the wrong time. Oh, how he hated when she'd simply...'pop up'. Clark pushed up his glasses as he still kept his gaze on you. Refraining from saying anything that would create an awkward situation for you.
"No boyfriend either? I assume."
You only chuckled at the question and he sported a calm smirk. Ignoring the ugly cackle in the background. You provided him all the correct responses. No holiday plans? No boyfriend? He had another question in mind but Lois was continuously interjecting and talking over you. So much so that he couldn't get a second to ask you directly.
Talking to Clark for one more moment, you glanced to the side and notice your other coworker come up to your desk. Excusing yourself from the conversation, you hurriedly leave the break room and met them. He watched the way you stride around your desk in that pencil skirt. Your low heels adding a particular sway to your hips as you leaned over and flipped through flies on your desk. You bent over just right, enough for him to have a peak at that scandalous bra you wore and as if on queue, she speaks.
"Finally! We're alone. So, I was wondering if we could-"
The moment she closed her eyes from immense nervousness, he bolted. Anyone could tell he had zero interest in that overzealous woman. Anyone but her.
It wasn't long until Clark found you again and you were flipping through more papers. He always admired how hard working you were. How you'd apply yourself to everything you did. It was inspiring. It makes him think of how you would be if domesticated. A terrific mother, he thinks. And probably an even better wife.
"Clark?"
Your soft voice snaps him out the thought and he perks up.
"I don't mind it. I'm just not that seasonal. Compared to you anyway."
Like he gives a damn about what you'd be wearing.
"That won't be a problem. Look as pretty as you do and that'll be seasonal enough."
He could feel his stomach flex at the smile you give him. His cock stiffening in his slacks as his eyes scan over your facial features in the sweet moment. Even though he was fully engulfed in your laugh and grin, he still had many things to take care of.
The nuisance. That passive aggressive and flirty coworker. And lastly you.
He needed you.
He needed you so much more than life itself.
He needs you full of life and his seed.
He needs you to be his wife.
But he can wait one more Christmas before making that happen.
At least. He hopes he can wait. Because if he see's you with those beautiful braids, he doesn't know if he can resist the scene of fisting them while he pounds into you from behind.
a/n: I'm not going to lie you guys I'm lacking inspiration at the moment but I'm still going to do my best to get through all the asks. thanks so much for the support!
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