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retrosabers · 2 days ago

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FICMAS DAY 5 - UNWRAPPING

A RETROSABERS X PANDAPETALS DOUBLE FEATURE

old man logan x fem!reader

summary: logan didn’t believe in exchanging christmas presents. so, you offer him something you know he can’t refuse. a night where’s he’s free to have you all to himself.

contains: 18+ content below the cut. MINORS DNI. making out, some dry humping if you squint, oral (fem receiving), implied age gap, a dash of angst, swearing

word count: 2.6k

a/n: you thought i’d let a whole season pass without a little taste of some festive smut? absolutely hilarious. this is my first time writing for old man logan, and i think i did pretty alright considering i have yet to watch the movie (i’m terrified of the pain it will bring)

any feedback is always greatly appreciated!

also, don’t be confused by the fact that this says day 5 when i still haven’t posted day 4, i’m writing these bad boys out of order

and finally, a huge shoutout & thanks to the wildly talented @pandapetals for agreeing to do a little collaboration! please go check out her blog and all of her amazing work! <3

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!! divider by @estrelinha-s !!

FICMAS MASTERLIST

“are you sure your eyes are closed?”

logan grunts. “they’re closed, darlin’. promise.”

he’s been sitting here for almost fifteen minutes now, waiting for you to bring out this so-called “surprise.” from the ambient lighting and freshly washed bed sheets, the man thinks he’s got a general idea of what it is, but you’ve been fiddling in the bathroom too long for him to be certain.

still, he appeases you, and waits patiently at the foot of your bed. even if it’s a little bit uncomfortable on his knees.

meanwhile you’re fussing over every little detail of your appearance in the groggy bathroom mirror.

this was your solution to getting around logan’s “i don’t need anything for christmas” rule. you always begrudgingly abided by it, save for the box of cigars that always mysteriously turnt up in his nightstand on christmas eve. you knew he could never turn it down, no matter how much he tried.

logan could never say no to a smoke break with a nice pack of cubans. and he most certainly couldn’t say no to you.

that's how you decided upon this whole scheme. dolling yourself up and donning a new set of lingerie themed to the occasion, knowing logan had no leg to stand on. because technically, you didn’t buy anything for him. you bought this for you. he just so happened to be the person who was going to help take it off.

or rip it off, knowing your man’s track record of impatience and eagerness.

you share the exact same sentiment, though your tendency to be anile overpowers all else. you know it doesn’t matter if you have a hair or two out of place, or if your lips are slightly over lined. perfection never mattered to logan, but it still didn’t stop you from doing everything in your power to be pretty damn close to it tonight.

even if it meant making him wait a few extra minutes.

you pay your reflection one final glance before sauntering out into the bedroom.

he smells you before he hears you.

your scent wafting into the room captures his attention more than anything else. logan’s senses may not be as keen as they once were, but the fragrance of you was something utterly unmistakable. a sweet yet sultry aroma that he ached to have on his skin, his clothes, anywhere, to keep him grounded. to remind himself that you were real and you were his. it only adds to the anticipation building inside, the mere seconds he has to wait dragging on like hours in his mind.

a wave of lust overtakes you as logan comes into view. somehow just the sight of him is enough to send a bout of arousal down to your core.

that crisp white dress shirt he always wears is unbuttoned at the top, sleeves rolled up to reveal those chiseled forearms you love to have wrapped around you. the soft glow of the lamp on the bedside table illuminates the weathered curves of his face so beautifully. a contrast to the ruggedness of his position; legs lazily spread wide and long, thick fingers tapping mindlessly against his thigh.

the picture of a real man. and he’s all yours for the taking.

the sound of your footsteps padding against the floor grows louder. obediently, logan’s eyes stay shut, despite the fact that the other aroma you carry is hot and heavy in his nostrils. his upper lip twitches with a knowing smirk.

so this is exactly what he had in mind.

on instinct, his thighs spread even further when he senses your approach, hands itching to find their place on you somehow. when your own stay glued to your sides, he takes that as his cue to do the same.

logan really hates to admit it, but there’s something about this little bit of mystery that’s got him going before you’ve even begun.

“you ready?” your voice comes out breathy, and if logan didn’t know any better he’d think you’re nervous. and truth be told, you were. not that logan wouldn’t get his kicks, you were certain of that. more so that you’d be unable to walk come tomorrow morning.

though neither of you would consider it a bad thing

“yes ma’am,” he grumbles in response, knowing exactly the effect it has on you. the cockiness on his face is inevitable when he hears your breath hitch.

tease. if that’s how he wants to play, you’re in for a long night.

with a quiet sigh, you splay your fingers over the expanse of his broad shoulders. the man takes it as permission, calloused palms wrapping around your calves and not daring to travel any further. he knows he’ll lose any remaining self control if he gets so much as an inch closer to the apex of your thighs.

“okay.” you murmur. “you can open your eyes.”

slowly, those dark irises begin to drink you in. his grip on you tightens as soon as he gets the whole picture, a visible tent forming in his dress slacks almost immediately.

logan thought you were the most beautiful women he’s ever seen under any conditions. didn’t matter if you were sick, if you were bare faced, none of that changed how otherworldly you looked in his eyes. but nothing, and i mean nothing, compared to the sight of you before him right now.

you look like something out of a dream. hair styled in a way that drives him particularly crazy, makeup done to highlight your features so elegantly in the dim light. the best, and quite possibly logan’s favorite part, however, is that your lips are painted a shade of red to perfectly match the ensemble adorning your body. it sparks a slideshow of rather lewd images in his brain, wanting the color scattered across his cheek, his chest, his cock. anywhere you’re willing to brand him.

he’s committed every inch of you to memory by now. countless nights of exploring, mapping out your curves with hand and tongue. and still, everytime he sees you like this, practically offering yourself on a silver platter, he can’t help but stare back as though this is the very first time.

especially when that crimson silk is accentuating your figure so nicely.

“do you like it?” you ask coyly, bottom lip tucked between your teeth like you’re not fully aware of the power you have over him.

logan scoffs out a laugh, dragging his hands higher and higher until they tug at your hips, pulling you to straddle his lap in one swift motion. you squeak at the sudden display of strength, forgetting that despite his age, he was still infinitely stronger than any man you’ve ever met.

even beneath the layers of fabric between you, the sheer size of him was impossible to ignore. fuck, and he wasn’t even fully hard. you bite back a moan at the outline of his length pressed between your legs.

“that answer your question?” he quips back lowly, smirking smugly.

you hum in content, pressing your hands further into his shoulders as you experimentally grind your hips. the pair of you preen at the contact, desperate for any form of relief after being pent up and waiting.

“careful,” logan grits out in warning. “gonna cum in my pants like a fuckin’ teenager if you keep that up.”

you tsk in response, cocking your head with faux concern. “can’t have that, now can we?”

logan shakes his head at your antics, eyes wandering back over your body once more. before tonight, his favorite set of lingerie you owned was a black lacy number. simple and classic. but the more time he spends inspecting what’s currently adorning your frame, the more he thinks that red might be his new favorite color.

something warm spills over him when he glances at your chest again. something different than what he normally experiences every time he catches a glimpse of your cleavage, anyways.

“is that a bow?” he questions, a little bit amused.

you let out a soft giggle, nodding in reply.

“wanted you to be able to unwrap your present.”

you can count the amount of times logan has laughed, really truly laughed, on one hand. and as much as it sounds like music to your ears, you’re rather confused as to why he’s laughing right now.

“what’s so funny?” you huff, brows knit together and bottom lip jutted in a near pout.

logan averts your inquiry, burying his face in your neck so you can’t see him grinning like an idiot. instead, he busies himself with dragging his lips up and down the column of your throat, reveling in the breathy moans spilling from your lips with each and every press against your skin.

from the moment you met logan howlett, you fantasized about that salt and pepper beard. longed to feel the delicious sting of scruff against every part of you. as addicting as it is, the sensation isn’t enough to keep you completely distracted.

“logan,” you whine, titling your head back to grant him more access. “m’serious.”

he doesn’t halt his ministrations, too consumed with making sure your neck is painted every shade of lavender under the sun. he only stops when you rake your fingers in his hair and physically pull him off, much to both your dismays.

you give him a look. that pursed lips, narrow eyed “what aren’t you saying to me” look that signals he’s going to have to fess up to whatever’s on his mind, or else the evening would be coming to an end right here and now. from the way he’s about to burst through the zipper on his dress slacks, you know he’s not considering weighing options.

logan sighs heavily. if you didn’t know all the variations of the sound, you’d think he was upset with you. but that was far from how the older man felt. he begins to examine your face, observing everything from the slopes of your bone structure, to the color of your irises. he studies your features like an artisan in a gallery, content on not missing a single detail.

after a moment, the corners of his mouth turn up a hair. eyes almost dopey; filled with a lovesickness he never thought could be possible.

“you’re somethin’ else, y’know that?” he murmurs into the air, rough fingertips tracing back and forth across your spine.

you speak the language of logan fluently, knowing exactly what the underlying message of his words were. in reality, he was saying, “what did i do in this life to deserve you? will you ever know how much i love you? i hope you’ll be mine for as long as you’ll have me.”

suddenly his round of laughter from before rings brighter in your ears.

instead of saying another word, you guide his face to yours, connecting your lips in a silent understanding.

logan always kisses you like a man starved, devouring you whole as though every kiss may be the last. there was nothing tame, or tender about the man they once called the wolverine, but you managed to slip between the cracks of his stony disposition, and bring forth all the parts of himself he swore he lost decades ago.

your hands encircle around the back of his neck, logan’s squeezing at the flesh of your hips. he pulls you impossibly closer, pressing the swell of your chest against his own. the feeling of your nipples pebbling through velvet fabric reminds him of the true nature of your current situation.

tonight was for him. his pleasure, his enjoyment. he knew you’d be heavily dissatisfied if he didn’t indulge in what you were offering.

and what kind of man would logan be, if he disappointed his sweet girl?

you’re not expecting him to be so gentle when he turns and flips you over, mouth never once leaving yours. a large hand spread across your back as he lowers you down onto the mattress with a care reserved for you and only you. a fact that adds to your current state of arousal. your legs open like second nature, and logan slots himself between them as though that’s where he was always meant to be.

the whine that leaves you when he pulls away would be embarrassing if it weren’t for the hunger in his stare. those normally hazel pupils now a brownish black that overshadowed bright white. he sits back on his haunches, glazing over your pretty little lingerie with a newfound appreciation.

he reaches to toy with the end of the bow tied snugly between your breasts, a teasing invitation that he graciously accepts.

at a tantalizing pace, he begins to unwrap his present, watching with lustful eyes as more and more skin becomes exposed. you arch your back the slightest bit to get the job done faster, the shoe of impatience now snug on your foot instead of his.

normally, logan would scold, spit something about “being a good girl and waiting.” but he’s just as riled up and eager as you are, and he gives the velvet one final tug that has your breasts springing free.

god you were absolute perfection.

he can’t resist running a thumb over your erect nipples, reveling in the way you squirm over such a small touch. your color coated lips swollen and shiny from his kisses. body already relaxed and pliant, willing to do whatever he so pleases.

a few minutes ago, he would’ve torn your outfit off without second thought and shown no mercy. let the shitty week he was having take control, guide him through the motions of achieving pleasure. but something inside logan urges him to be a little sentimental; take his sweet time on the off chance that he wakes up and discovers this was all a dream.

so he decides that’s exactly what he’s going to do.

the path down to your core was a familiar one, a route he knew like the back of his hand. sloppy, wet kisses trail down your stomach, a small crack in logan’s otherwise composed exterior. by the time he reaches the hem of your panties, tongue teasing beneath the waistband, you’re bursting at the seams with desire, unable to stop yourself from whimpering and bucking your hips upward.

“i gotcha honey,” he whispers against the inside of your thigh, rubbing soft circles with his thumb. “m’gonna take real good care of ya.”

logan knew you were soaked the second you walked into the room. didn’t need to see or feel it to know. still, he indulges his ego and stares proudly at the dark patch in the center of your underwear. knowing it was all his doing, that he was the only one who could get you like this.

when he pulls the fabric to the side and is met with your glistening folds, he can’t help the groan that rumbles in his chest.

“merry fuckin’ christmas to me,” he all but growls before diving right in.

it’s in moments like these where he wishes that photographic memory was his mutation, though he doubts he’ll ever forget this. his perfect girl, laid out so delicately beneath him, basking in the pale moonlight that seeped in between the curtains. his own personal utopia, paradise within the four walls of this rickety building you called home.

logan wonders if maybe he’s finally succumbed to the poison in his bones. because this sure does feel like heaven.

at the very least, it most definitely feels like christmas.

because having the privilege of watching you come undone was the gift that kept on giving all year round.

thanks for reading! <3

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deonsx · 2 days ago

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HIII I love your writing! :3 I was wondering how Nagi and Rin would be like when their gf is having cramps? Ty! >0<

Hiii!!! ayayayya a new post and it's me again! + sae with you!

Bllk boys if their girlfriends get cramps

Nagi Seishiro

Nagi notices right away that something’s off. His girlfriend is curled up on the couch, her hand resting on her stomach, her face slightly scrunched in discomfort. Without saying much, he quietly head to the kitchen, filling a hot water bottle and grabbing her favorite snacks—something light and comforting

“Here” Nagi murmurs softly, placing the warm bottle on her stomach and sitting down beside her. They pass her the remote for the TV, already tuned to her favorite show “I’ll stay here with you”

If she’s up for it, Nagi might even offer a gentle back rub, knowing touch can help. They don’t overthink it, staying calm and supportive, always checking in “Do you need anything else? Tea? Painkillers?”

Her laid-back demeanor makes the situation feel less overwhelming, and their quiet presence reminds her she’s not alone. Even if Nagi isn’t the type to say much their actions speak volumes, showing how much they care

Rin Itoshi

Rin notices something’s off almost immediately. His girlfriend is lying on the couch, her hand on her stomach, her face showing discomfort. He pauses for a moment, analyzing the situation before asking “Is it cramps?” His tone is calm almost indifferent but there’s a subtle hint of concern

Even if she tries to brush it off with a weak “I’m fine” Rin isn’t convinced. He gets up without another word, leaving the room. Just as she starts to wonder what he’s doing, he returns with a hot water bottle, a glass of water, and a pack of painkillers

“Take these. It’ll help” he says curtly, placing everything on the table and carefully setting the hot water bottle on her stomach. His movements are deliberate, almost clinical, but there’s a tenderness in the way he adjusts the bottle to make sure it’s comfortable for her

When she tries to thank him or tease him with “You’re surprisingly sweet” Rin’s ears turn slightly red. He looks away, muttering “Just rest”

He sits down next to her, silent but attentive. If she shifts or winces, he notices immediately, asking “Do you need anything else?” in his usual no-nonsense tone. If she falls asleep, he stays by her side, occasionally checking her blanket or placing a hand lightly on her forehead to make sure she’s okay

Rin doesn’t say much, but his actions speak volumes. His quiet, protective presence makes her feel cared for in a way words never could

Sae Itoshi

Sae notices immediately when his girlfriend isn’t herself. She’s curled up on the couch, her expression tight with discomfort. At first, he stands there silently, his sharp eyes taking everything in

“You should’ve told me” he says, his voice calm but firm, as if this is something he should’ve been informed about sooner. Without waiting for a response, he disappears into the kitchen

Moments later, he returns with a hot water bottle and her favorite tea. He hands them over with an air of nonchalance, but the fact that he remembered what she likes in moments like this says everything

“Drink this” he says, placing the tea in her hands. “It’ll help” He doesn’t ask if she needs anything—he simply knows. If she tries to thank him, he waves it off with a casual “It’s not a big deal” though his actions suggest otherwise

Sae doesn’t hover, but he stays close, scrolling on his phone while sitting nearby. When she shifts uncomfortably, he looks up immediately “Does it still hurt?” he asks, his tone a little softer now

If she tries to tease him, saying something like “You’re surprisingly thoughtful” Sae smirks slightly, leaning back in his seat “Don’t get used to it” he replies, though the corner of his lips twitches in a way that betrays his affection

Even if he seems cool and detached, Sae is attentive. He stays by her side until she’s feeling better, his quiet care making her feel loved in his unique, understated way

Enjoy!

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kamiraaah · 17 hours ago

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"Would you like to stay for an afternoon snack? Vovó Bucchi's donuts are THE BEST!!!"

Finally, the Q&A I promised for Grandma Bucchi is open! And it's also a way to celebrate 1,000 followers (I STILL AMAZE EVERY TIME I REMEMBER THIS). And I just have to thank you all! 🥹💕 For your patience, for the immense affection and love you gave to my dear old lady, and of course for all the support I've received until today…

I don't think I'll ever be able to put into words how much this means to me. You are all AMAZING and SO SWEET! THANK YOU SO MUCH TO ALL OF YOU! 💞🩷🧡✨️

But turning the spotlight to our dear vovó Bucchi who is welcoming you into her home to spend some time together! It's a perfect opportunity to chat and learn a little more about the life of this dear old hyena~

Of course, like any Q&A, we will have some rules:

• No NSFW, I think I don't need to explain myself much, but I don't feel comfortable with these types of questions and any ask of this type or any that makes me uncomfortable will not be answered;

• Patience, I will do my best so that everyone can be answered! It may take a while because of my work and unfortunately I don't have that much free time;

• I will do my best to answer the questions with illustrations, but it may be that most of the answers will be in text;

• You can send as many questions as you want, but if I see two similar questions or one question ends up complementing another, I may only answer one of them;

• Don't ask questions about how my character feels about your OC, questions like that will not be answered… It will only be ""accepted"" if it's something like your OC asking grandma Bucchi things, but it won't be all the time (this is not a RP blog);

• I'll be accepting Asks until 12/29/2024, so I might close my Inbox after that, but only for a few days;

And that's all! Thank you again for your support and for following me this year, I hope each of you have a great holiday and that 2025 is better and kinder <3

#vovó bucchi #grandma bucchi #ask vovó bucchi #ask grandma bucchi #there ya go! i did it!#sorry for taking it too long #life been kinda crazy haha #ask grandma bucchi🍩🧡#twst oc #twisted wonderland oc

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raven-dor · 2 days ago

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close to you

in which fred weasley and his best friend are oblivious to each other's feelings

PAIRING: fred weasley ii x gryffindor!reader, fred weasley ii x fem!reader

WARNINGS: fluff, angst, obliviousness!!, arguing, misunderstanding, poor theodore nott jr

WORD COUNT: 3.0k

“Godric.” James groaned, holding his head between his hands. “They’ve been arguing for hours.”

Roxanne laughed. “You think we’d be used to it by now.” She crossed her arms. “What are they arguing about this time?”

James scoffed, leaning back into the plush Gryffindor common room couch. “Oh, you weren’t listening?” Roxanne shook her head. He smirked, sighing as if he was disappointed. “Allow me to enlighten you. Your darling brother brought up the fact that Ophelia Scamander was going alone to the Yule Ball.”

“Alright?”

“I’m almost certain he brought that up to get a reaction from Y/N.”

Roxanne laughed. “Is that what started this then?”

James shook his head, thoroughly entertained that Roxanne hadn’t caught on yet. “What started this was that Y/N brought up she already had a date.”

Roxanne’s jaw dropped. “You’re joking.”

“I wish I was. Your brother overreacted…”

“Typical.”

“Hence the argument we’ve been spectators to for roughly-” He checked his watch. “Ten minutes.”

“That’s it!”

They looked over, surprised that steam wasn’t hissing from Y/N’s ears. Her voice was shrill, ringing through the otherwise empty common room. “Come find me when you become an adult.” She stormed off, her gaze fixed on the exit.

Fred scoffed, yelling after her. “Jokes on you. I already am!”

The portrait door slammed shut, and an uncomfortable silence fell over the room. James coughed. “Trouble in paradise?”

Fred glared, plopping on the couch beside him. “Shut it, you.”

Roxanne sighed. “Freddie, why do you think you were so upset about this?”

“I assumed we were going together.”

James grinned. “And why’s that?”

“I know where this is going, James. We’re best friends.” Fred almost looked dejected as he said it. “Nothing more.”

Roxanne laughed. Godric, it was a miracle he survived day to day with how thick he could be. “Do you ever stop and think that perhaps the reason you and dear Y/N/N argue so often is because you fancy each other?”

“Rox…”

James sighed, looking at his cousin guiltily. “She’s not wrong, Fred.”

Fred groaned. “Not you too.” He stood up, his hands on his hips. “I’m off to find Y/N.”

“Have fun!”

“Bugger off, James!”

The library was quieter than the Gryffindor Common Room, that much was evident. The majority of the student body could be found there at any time of day staring at textbooks, committing their information to memory. She smiled to herself, it was nice to have the solitude the library offered compared to the chaos her home brought contained. It almost made her laugh: Fred had no right to be that upset, but she couldn’t help but feel butterflies erupt in her stomach whenever he had an overprotective stint. He was gorgeous, anyone with eyes knew, the way his eyes lit up when he was passionate about something. And the fact he was so annoyed with her choice of date made her dare to think that-

“Y/N.”

“Fredrick.”

He sat down, carrying a look that mirrored that of a kicked puppy. “I shouldn’t have reacted that way. It wasn’t fair.”

Ah. She felt disappointed. “That’s very… responsible of you.”

“Do you, do you have anything to say?”

“Do I?” She scoffed, setting down her quill to see if he was being serious. “Am I supposed to be apologizing as well?”

He sighed. “I didn’t mean for it to sound like that. I just-”

“What?” She snapped. “What did you just-”

“I can’t stand you being mad at me.” He hissed. “I know it’s my fault, love.” He reached out, holding her hand and rubbing the back with his thumb. “You’re my best friend, and we can’t be mad at each other forever.”

It was like a bucket of cold water thrown on her face. Why had he always felt the need to break her heart? “I don’t know what gave you the impression I was mad at you Fred.”

“Oh, I don’t know.” He laughed. “The fact that you stormed off and have been avoiding eye contact this entire conversation.”

She stuck her tongue out. “You’re my best friend too. And trust me, I could never be mad at you.”

“Good.” He smiled. “Have you found a dress yet?”

She shook her head. “I haven’t, actually. Would you want to come along? Roxie already got hers, and the rest of the girls had them shipped in.”

“Sounds like you've already planned my Saturday.”

She shoved his arm, glaring. “Oh, because you had such compelling plans.”

“Godric, woman, stop pulling me,” Fred whined.

She rolled her eyes, pushing open the door of Gladrags. “Would you rather have frozen? Really, you should be thanking me.” She let go of his hand to remove her coat, and Fred almost outwardly whined from the loss of touch. “It’s not my fault you walk slower than a flobberworm.”

They strolled through the aisles, and every so often Y/N handed Fred a dress to hold. “Are you excited?”

“To watch you play dress up for two hours?” He smiled sarcastically. “Ecstatic.”

“Guard my room will you.” She yelled through the curtain. “Do you swear?”

He nodded, smiling to himself. “I solemnly swear.”

She rolled her eyes, laughing to herself. “Is that a reference to that stupid map?”

“Love, they’re all starting to look the same.”

Y/N glared, visibly defeated by the many hours of trying on dress after dress after dress. “If I knew you would be so unhelpful I wouldn’t have brought you.”

He held his hands up in surrender. “Do you trust me?”

“You know I do.”

Fred stood up, and she naturally followed after him. “You need something different. Not something you find at first glance.” She smacked his arm, obviously taking offense. “I wasn’t saying you have bad taste, I’m just-” Her eyebrow raised impatiently. “Getting to the point.” He stopped, pulling out the most stunning dress she’d ever seen in her life. “I know that I don’t have the best taste-”

“It’s perfect.” She squealed, kissing him on the cheek. “You’re perfect.”

He laughed, handing her the dress. “Go on, then.”

She ran to the dressing rooms. The dress he'd picked was white, with (what looked like) a thousand layers of tule, all coming to an end at an empire waistline. Jewels had been expertly sewn in, and as she looked closer, she realized they were snowflakes.

The back would prove to be an issue, she thought as she closed the curtain. She could lace most of it herself, but- Godric, she would need someone else to help her. “Fred.”

A beat of silence. “Everything alright, love?”

She took a deep breath. “I need your help.”

“With?” His voice sounded tight.

“I can’t-” She huffed, picked up the front of the dress, and walked out of the dressing room. “The lacing...” Fred stared, and her heart skipped a beat, there was that look again. “Stop looking at me like that.” He stepped forward, whispering gently.

“Turn around.”

“Excuse me?” She tilted her head.

“The lacing.” He reminded her why she'd even called for his help. “Turn around.”

She obliged, smiling to herself as his fingers grazed her back. “You picked the perfect dress, Freddie.”

His cheeks felt like they were on fire, tightening the laces once more before tying a bow. “It’s nothing…” She turned around, and he realized how serious this moment really was. “You know, you look like the moon itself.”

She laughed, actually laughed. He almost glared, here he was complimenting her, and she laughed at him. “What’s so funny?”

“I’m sorry, it’s just that you looked so serious when you said it.”

“Oh really?” He raised an eyebrow, a smile creeping on his face. “Well, remind me to never compliment you again.”

“No!” She begged. “Please, don’t.”

“Fine, fine.” Somehow his arm had found its way around her waist, and time seemed to stand still. It felt natural almost, like her waist had been made for his arm to be draped around it. “You’ve convinced me.”

“What are we doing? This is-”

“Y/N." He swallowed, his mouth felt dry. "I need to kiss you now. Is that- okay?”

She nodded, her eyelids lulling in anticipation. “Yes.”

“I- I’m going to-”

“Fred, just kiss me!” Her voice was ruder than she intended, her eyes widening. “Sorry, I-”

“I don’t think we should.” He whispered. “It would only-”

Tears pricked at her eyes, and she felt like she could die right there. Her voice broke as she spoke. “Can you undo the laces please?”

He nodded. “I’m sorry-”

“Fred, just do it.” Her voice was harsh, and his fingers fumbled with the strings. “Don’t apologize to me. We both wanted to, just…” The dress was loose, and she crossed her arms, barely holding it up as she turned around. Her eyes were glassy, and Fred had never felt this guilty in her life. Tears were steadily streaming down her face. “Promise me you won’t tell anyone about this.”

“I-”

“Promise me!”

“I promise.”

She shoved past him, pulling the curtain shut. “I think you should leave.”

“Y/N…”

“Fred, go away.”

Her tone dripped with venom. He’d never heard her sound that betrayed, more angry, and it made him want to stay even more, to help her and make up for his cowardice. “Love, let me-”

“Just stop!” She screamed. “I think it’s best if we take a break.”

“A break?” His voice sounded nervous. Good, she wanted him to squirm like she just had. “From what?”

“Whatever this is Fred. I’m tired of it. You- You coward.” She walked out of the dressing room, glaring at her best friend. “I have feelings for you and I can’t- I can’t be around you like this. So please just don’t talk to me.”

She stormed out of the shop, leaving Fred alone with his thoughts. He was empty, he realized. It was stupid: honestly, the most foolish thing he’d ever done, backing out of something he knew he'd wanted to do for ages.

She was right, he was a coward. How many, he asked himself, could stand in the face of perfection itself and not crumble? He pushed open the curtain, frowning at the dress that had been thrown on the ground.

“Excuse me?” He stood up, turning around to see an older witch looking at him with blatant concern. “Is everything alright, dear?”

“I’d-” He took a deep breath, folding the dress delicately. “I’d like to buy this dress please.”

The older witch nodded, leading him to the register. “She’s very lucky.”

He laughed, shaking his head. “I’m the lucky one.”

“Y/N!” Roxanne called out from the bottom of the stairs. “There’s a package for you.”

Her mother wasn’t due to send her a care package for another week. Her eyebrows furrowed as she climbed out of bed. She’d wanted to sleep as long as she could before getting ready for the ball, but the universe had other plans for her. “Who’s it from?”

Roxanne shrugged. “Don't know.”

Y/N laughed. “A lot of help you are. There’s no note?”

She shook her head. “It’s a pretty big box.”

Y/N nodded. “Thanks, Rox.”

“Can I-” Roxanne smiled. “Can I come with you?”

“Do you even need to ask?” Y/N wiggled her eyebrows, racing up the stairs, with Roxanne hot on her tail. They jumped onto Y/N’s bed, ripping the box open eagerly.

“A note!” Roxanne grinned. “Any idea who could be your secret admirer?”

“Not a clue.” She was lying through her teeth of course, but she couldn’t tell Roxanne this secret. This one had to be just for her and Fred. Taking the note from her friend's hand, she carefully opened it, her cheeks flushing at its words.

“You were right?” Roxanne murmured. Y/N turned around, glaring. “Sorry. It’s just so interesting.” She pulled the dress out of the box, smiling softly. “It’s a beautiful dress.”

“It is.” Y/N stood up, holding it against herself as she looked in the mirror. “It really is.”

“I’ll see you down there, yeah?” Roxanne squeezed her hand. “You look radiant, truly.”

“Thanks, Rox.” Y/N squeezed back, taking a deep breath. “I’ll see you soon.”

It was a few moments later before she felt brave enough to walk down the grand stone steps. She could hardly breathe, and wearing this dress- Merlin, she hoped tonight was perfect. She rounded the corner, gripping the railing with all of her strength. The crowd at the bottom of the stairs hadn’t turned around in awe, which did wonders for her nerves. She would have hated for people to fuss over her.

What had made her nervous was the fact that ever since she’d stepped out from behind the corner, Fred had been staring at her so intensely, that she thought she would burst into flames.

Behind Fred, was her date, Theodore Nott. Much like his father, he was stoic and knew what he wanted. When he’d asked her, she thought it had been a joke. But he'd proven to be a kind man underneath it all, and she knew she would have a nice time with him.

Now, she was dreading seeing his face; there was no way that he'd see past her evident feelings for her best friend.

When she finally reached the bottom of the stairs, they was practically standing face to face. Her heart lept, frozen in time. Fred was just standing there, staring at her as intently as before. She quickly stepped around him, making her way to Theo before she would do something she'd regret.

Her date was rather cheery, which made her cheery as well. He bowed, taking her hand and kissing the back gently. “Your beauty rivals that of a veela, Y/L/N.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere.” She grinned, standing on her tiptoes so that she could kiss his cheek. “But thank you.”

He smiled, extending his arm. “Shall we?”

“We shall.”

“She looks perfect,” Fred murmured, watching her walk into the ballroom.

Roxanne nodded. “She does.”

“I’m an idiot, Rox.”

The girl smiled. “We all make mistakes, Freddie.”

“I should’ve kissed her.” He whispered so quietly she almost hadn’t heard him. “Has she-”

She shook her head, and Fred laughed. “How did you know?"

“She’s my best friend, and you're my brother. I know you two better than I know anyone." She smiled, hooking her arm through his. "I knew something was wrong the minute she came back without you."

“I love her.” He practically whined. “Do you know what it feels like to not be with the person you love?”

She shook her head once more. “I don't. But I can imagine that it’s painful, and it hurts. But then you realize that you would go through it all again…” She leaned her head on his shoulder. “Just for the chance to be with them.”

“Are you having a good time?” Theo felt helpless as he watched his date stare at another man. “I’m sorry if I-”

“What?” She shook her head. “Sorry, you were saying?”

“Are you having a good time?”

“I should ask you that.” She frowned. Theodore hated it when she frowned, she was too beautiful for that. “I haven’t been a proper Yule Ball date.”

He smiled, murmuring to himself. “I should have known.”

“I’m sorry?” Her heart stopped.

“I never should have asked you.”

“I’m confused.”

“Well, it’s obvious you wanted Weasley to ask you. Right?”

“I-” She looked out at the dance floor, smiling faintly at his horrible dancing. “Unfortunately.”

He nodded, standing up. “You won’t mind if I-”

She shook her head, “I’m really sorry, Teddy.”

He laughed. “You’re the only person that calls me Teddy.”

“Go talk to her.” Roxanne nudged her brother. “If you keep staring at her from across the room she’s going to think you’re obsessed with her.”

“I am.” He corrected. “Obsessed with her.” He looked back, tilting his head. “You think I should?”

“Freddie…” James groaned. “Go talk to her before I do. I’m getting sick of this back and forth. OW!”

Fred looked over, laughing as Roxanne smacked their cousin over the head. “Fine, fine. I’ll go. Just stop fighting.”

“She’s waiting for you.” Fred tensed at the familiar voice. “Nott.”

“Weasley,” Theodore responded. “I need you to swear to me that you won’t hurt her.”

“What are you-”

The Slytherin’s eyes looked dark, and a chill ran down his spine. Theodore stepped forward, whispering. “Swear it, Weasley.”

“I swear.”

Theo smiled, not bothering to address Fred any longer, and waved goodbye to the two spectators. “Roxanne, Potter.”

James glared at their peer as he walked away. “What an odd bloke.”

She looked radiant. The wind elegantly blew what hair had fallen out of her updo. She looked straight out of that muggle film she’d forced him to watch.

The dress was glowing in the moonlight, she looked like pure magic, but he knew there was no way she wasn’t cold. She always had a shiver, even if it was bright and humid outside. He shrugged his suit jacket off, walking beside her and draping it over her shoulders.

“Thank you, Freddie.”

Merlin, her voice was like music to his ears. “Anytime, love.”

She hadn’t bothered to look over, and it brought comfort to him that she knew it was him without looking. He took a side step closer to her, whispering so that only they could hear. “You wore the dress.”

She nodded. “You have great taste.”

“I do, don’t I?” She rolled her eyes, finally looking at him, and he smiled, even if her look was a glare. He held his hands up in surrender, which seemed to be a common theme between them. “All jokes, love.”

“Did I-” She sighed, turning toward him. “Did I read it wrong?”

He shook his head. “No.”

“And if I want to kiss you again-”

He lunged forward, he couldn’t help himself any longer. He was a coward then, but Godric help him if he was a coward now. Their lips were still touching when he spoke next. “I love you.”

Her eyes were teary. “Fred…”

“I know you love me too.” He smiled, kissing her again lightly. “In my soul, I know it.” Grabbing her hand, he pulled it up to his chest, placing it directly over his thumping heart. “I’m sorry I didn’t realize it sooner, I’m sorry that I ignored it, but I’m here now, and I-” He grinned, kissing her again. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Yeah?” He nudged his nose against hers. “You do know you’re stuck with me, right?”

“Freddie…” She laughed. “We've been stuck together for eighteen years. The chance to lose me has passed."

"I have never..." He whispered. "And will never want to lose you."

Her heart fluttered, caressing his cheek gently. “It’s snowing.”

He nodded, placing his arm around her waist, swaying back and forth. “It is.”

She giggled. “My, you’re smooth.”

“I pride myself on my charm.” He whispered, leaning down.

Her eyes fluttered shut. “As you should.”

He smiled, their lips barely touching. “You know, you really do look like the moon.”

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fizzie-frog · 2 days ago

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Blitzø: core self, trauma and healing (part two)

This is a continuation of my previous post. Thanks to Tumblr limitations, I had to split it into different parts (trust me, I wish I could've made it just one big post).

PART ONE

This might be long...

He tried to waddle through the trauma of existing as someone as self-loathing as himself.

He denied;

“I didn’t do anything, it was an accident!”

He isolated;

He minimized, often with humour;

“Uh-oh, looks like it sucked all the fun outta you!”

He avoided being vulnerable;

“I DID CARE!”

And felt awkward/uncomfortable when he did end up spilling out his emotions;

“Weeeeeeeell, fuck you!”

Suppressed his emotions;

… Cause they’re blinding and suffocating, and it’s easier to avoid them.

He hated himself and didn’t believe there is anything good about him, despite having changed lives for the better;

And he dipped if he got too close (everything literally burnt down when he tried getting closer, didn’t it);

He often didn’t believe others would hold any endearment for him, even taking it as a joke;

“I destroy everything, everyo— I make everyone’s lives worse!”

And that’s it, really. He believes he’s a pest, a virus, something that can only do harm. While his core self still showed itself from time to time, he was blinded with the trauma of all his wrongdoings. All the people he’s hurt and that, in a self-fulfilling prophecy, made him hurt even more.

Everything he couldn’t look straight in the eye. The death of his mother, caused by him. The hurt of his friend, caused by him. The hurt he’s caused around himself. He couldn’t bear see it, knowing it would break him down. That’s why he avoided it. Thinking about what happened, what he did is suffocating. But that also blinded him from seeing his good deeds too. As usual, we’re more likely to see the negative over the positive.

Blitz picked himself up by the bootstraps as they say, but it didn’t help him, not within himself. So what did help?

I think it started in Oops…

He didn’t wanna be vulnerable, but after so much hurt and things left unsaid, it spilled. It all spilled out and made him into a crying mess right in front of Fizz, cause as much as he tried to act unbothered, he did care (as he said in the episode). He was vulnerable, he explained to Fizz exactly what happened instead of holding it in anymore, he apologized to Fizz. They both learnt what happened.

And the kicker? It paid off! Blitz was finally vulnerable to someone, his former best friend, and Fizz forgave him. He got his dear friend back for this. Not only did he win someone he loves back, but also this came as a punch to those unhealthy beliefs, cause he was vulnerable and it didn’t turn out bad.

We have Ghostfuckers.

After being plagued by his memories, Millie came to his aid. She not only reminded him of a time he actually changed her life for the better, but also confirmed that he indeed cares for Blitz.

Then the moment of truth…

Can’t get anymore raw than the moment when his death was imminent. It’s often in times like this that we people’s raw emotions.

In a moment when even Loona was tearing up at the thought of losing Blitz. When all his friends were already mourning him, crying for him as he was about to lose his life.

And in that moment, when he was sure he was gonna die, he could finally say it…

“I love you, guys”

There was nothing to be lost. He was gonna die and the last thing he knew was that his friends were crying for him, but were safe. He could die happy.

Of course though, he didn’t, as we know. Once he was outside the court room, he was pulled in a sobbing hug by his friends and daughter that were relieved he was okay. Even further proof of being loved. Despite the horrible circumstances, it must be so healing to his heart to have that.

True, unfiltered confirmation of being loved. He is loved. The possibility of someone you love dying shakes you. Loona realized it wasn’t worth pretending anymore - life is so short, especially for low class hellborns.

And probably so did Blitz. He was finally in a happy place. His daughter loved him, his friends loved him. Stolas loved him.

He is loved.

So in the Sinsmas episode, we started seeing so much more of who he once was.

He was goofy,

Attentive,

Listening,

Supportive,

Cheerful,

Encouraging,

Patient,

He looked at potential future,

He was selfless,

Protective,

Kind,

Even romantic.

And he was happy…

That’s not to say he’s completely healed. I think you can never truly heal from something like this, especially the magnitude of what Blitz went through in his life, and his issues can resurface.

But at this point in time, he’s finally in a happy place. He was affirmed, comforted and reassured. He’s content, and that’s the most healed he can be.

His core self is finally seeing the light of day. He is more himself than he’s ever been since that day.

So that was it. I’m sorry if I was a bit messy some places; as mentioned, life is kind of a struggle. Sometimes I feel like my brain is deteriorating or something, lmao, but I wanted to put this together cause I feel like Blitz has such a good, painfully relatable (to me anyway) arc and he’s such a complex character.

My love for Fizz remains the biggest, but I couldn’t deny the love I have for Blitz. He’s just such a good character with such good development. Selfish yet selfless, careful yet careless… So many dimensions.

If you made it this far, thank you! <3

#long post #Helluva Boss #Blitzo #Helluva Boss long post #Millie #Moxxie #Sinsmas #Stolas #Verosika Mayday #Fizzarolli #Fizz #Cash Buckzo #Loona

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corralinesage · 14 hours ago

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Learning you by heart (11/?)

Merry Christmas to everyone!!

I currently don't have more of this story written and I'm short on time so please bear with me, thank you xx

SMUT WARNING 18+, entire chapter is smut

Chapter 11: Everything and more

The cab ride to your house was one filled with giddy glances and small touches that made you warm enough to take off your scarf to find some relief. It was impossible to keep the atmosphere casual when all you and Natasha could do was giggle like two fools in love as you sat at the back, both fighting the urge to kiss the other to maintain some implicit social rules to avoid making the driver uncomfortable. Your hand was over her sheer tights tracing small circles into her thigh. You imagined different shapes that you drew against her, your touch outlining hearts and stars along the muscle of her outer thigh, the corners of Natasha’s lips remaining up in a small grin that couldn’t be wiped off her face. The driver dropped you off in front of the brownstone, you and Natasha rushing up the steps. You dug out your key and unlocked the door, kicking it shut after Natasha had entered, both of you dropping your purses to the floor and tugging off your outerwear. The second you were free of your coat, Natasha’s hands were on your body, pulling you close, her lips kissing their way down your jaw to your lips.

She brought your leg up as high as your dress allowed, gathering the fabric up in the process to be able to lift you into her arms. She did it so effortlessly that you felt a visceral reaction to it, a moan leaving your lips. Her hands found your buttocks, smoothing over the curve of your behind, the outside of your thighs before going up your back to your shoulders and arms. She repeated the circle a few times, simply feeling your body against hers, your legs wrapped around her waist tightly, arms around her neck as you kissed her breathless. Your heels slipped off your feet, thudding somewhere on the floor of the entrance as Natasha carried you into the living room, plopping down on the cushions rather carelessly, a small squeal leaving your mouth as you squished her into the couch, eliciting a joyous chuckle from her before your lips were once more connected. She rubbed your thighs again, simply to feel you, reminding herself that you were real, you were warm and alive in her arms. You were right there touching her, pressed up against her.

“You look so gorgeous tonight”, Natasha said quietly into the kiss, the words tickling your lips, bringing a smile to your face.

“So do you.” You chuckled softly, arching yourself a little closer to her when you felt her hands at the back of your dress, tracing the zipper of it, her fingertips flicking the pull tab. She pulled back enough to look you in the eyes, your hands playing with her hair at the back of her head, gently scratching her neck.

“Can I?” Her hand found the zipper, ready to pull it down.

“Yeah”, you breathed out the words in between chaste pecks against her lips. You felt your stomach flip when you heard the gentle purr of the zipper as it slid down, the cool air of the room brushing over your warm back. It made you want to shiver, the entire situation did. She eyed you intensely as she undressed your top half, carefully peeling down the fabric to reveal your lace bra. It was the most beautiful one you owned and the fact that you had put it on just in case was luckily paying off. Your cheeks heated rapidly, burning up as her gaze slid down to your breasts, her hands uncovering you like you were a neatly wrapped Christmas present. The look in her eyes was soft, adoring, your nipples straining against the thin lace of the bra when you felt her fingertips skim over your breasts. You couldn’t help but move, your hips pressing down on her lap as you squirmed slightly, unable to handle the undivided attention that was directed at you. It made you buzz in a way that you hadn’t felt with anyone you had recently been with. You had forgotten how thrilling it was to feel such strong infatuation.

“I love the bra”, she hummed softly, allowing her thumb to swipe over the lace cup, rubbing over your hard nipple in the process. She could barely see the darker patch of skin through the dark red bra, her heart hammering in her chest in anticipation.

“Good. I chose it for you”, you whispered with a small, infectious smirk on your lips that Natasha immediately returned, pleased out of her mind. She allowed her left hand to cup your breast, giving it a gentle squeeze, her eyes rising up to see your reaction to her touch. You blinked slowly as if resisting the urge to just close your eyes and sink into her. “Take it off”, you moaned lightly, desperate to get out of your clothes so that you could feel her against your bare skin. You kissed her with such fervent passion that Natasha could be nothing but flattered by it.

“Shh, baby, slowly. I’m not going anywhere.” She laughed quietly, affectionately, caressing the side of your head, her mouth lingering close to your own, unable to fully part from you. “I want to savor the moment.” She said in a playful tone, earning a breathy chuckle from you.

“Mmh, savor it some other time.” You sighed at the feel of her right hand joining her left one on your chest, both of your breasts getting equal treatment. Your comment made her laugh again, Natasha leaning in to kiss you. She would have loved to keep teasing you, but it was impossible for her to resist the temptation of seeing you bare. She wanted to know if you looked the same, if you felt the same, had the same birthmark, moles, and freckles. She wanted so very badly to know more.

“Hmm, alright, detka (baby). I’ll let it slide this time.” Her words and the tone she spoke with made a spark of warmth glide down your spine. You had a feeling you were not going to get your way for the rest of the night. She unhooked your bra, sliding the straps off your arms to let your breasts free from the support of the lingerie. She swallowed thickly, wanting nothing more than to latch onto your perky nipple, the alluring smile on your face bringing a blush to her cheeks, their pinkness only deepening. Unable to control the raging passion inside her she threw you down onto the couch cushions, eliciting a joyous scream from you that was followed by a long giggle as your head hit the pillow at the end of the couch. She knelt between your legs, her hands caressing your outer thighs and knees as she looked down at you, your hair splayed out to frame your face. Your eyes met, your wild grin squeezing at Natasha’s heart.

You lifted your hips up enough to allow you to slide your dress and the waistband of your tights down your hips, Natasha’s eyes glued on the way the act made your breasts move, causing her to lag behind slightly before she realized to help you with undressing, peeling your tights off slowly to avoid ripping them. You were left with the bottom piece of your matching lingerie set, the dark red triangle disappearing between your legs.

“Fuck.” The word was nothing but a whisper, so imperceptible that you weren’t sure if you had imagined it. Natasha wasted no time in leaning over you, your hands finding her waist to welcome her into your arms. She kissed your lips hastily, impatiently as if unable to decide which part of you to kiss first, the kisses descending down your jaw and neck, Natasha dizzy with arousal when her lips trailed over the sensitive skin of your throat before reaching your collarbones. She nipped you gently, making you gasp, more goosebumps finding your skin, your hands moving into her hair to mess up her styled curls. You brushed your fingers through them, ruffling them up to make them messy because there was nothing sexier than a woman with a messy bed head. Once her curls were fluffed up to perfection, your hands found her dress again, tugging on it feebly to communicate to her that you wanted it off. Your hands moved rather automatically to the back of the dress to pull down the zipper. Natasha backed away from your neck enough to get the entire dress off her, your hands baring her upper body completely, throwing the piece of clothing to the floor. You gasped in surprise at the lack of underwear you had just discovered, staring right at Natasha’s bare breasts. She smirked at your obvious reaction, bracing herself against the couch to leave a small gap between you as you unabashedly admired her figure, taking in her dark pink nipples, the fullness of her heavy breasts, the way her collarbones framed her chest.

“My god, you’re beautiful”, you whispered in awe, your hand reaching up to cup her breast. She was truly a sight with her tousled hair, sexy eyes, and plump lips that you had kissed pink. The skin of her chest was warm and oh-so silky smooth, prompting you to touch her with both of your hands. You fondled her chest, rubbing your hands over her upper body in a way that made Natasha’s eyes flutter shut, your touch causing her to melt right into you. She moved her head lower, her wet kisses finally finding your chest. She glanced up at you, unable to wipe off her smile, her tongue licking over one of your breasts with ardent greed. You arched your back off the couch, tugging her hips tighter against your own with one hand, the other gripping her hair in a way that Natasha was going to remember forever. You moaned at the feeling of her lips wrapping around your nipple, your other breast getting palmed by her hand.

“Oh, mmh, that feels so good, love”, you whispered, your eyes closed and body feeling heavy. Natasha hummed in acknowledgement, her mouth full of your breast, her teeth scraping over the sensitive skin, the sounds making your underwear damper than they already were. She moved over to the other breast, giving it a similar treatment before moving lower, kissing down your abdomen to your navel and hips where she found the mark she had been looking for. You still had the same patch of discoloration in the shape of a disfigured star on your skin, although it wasn’t under your left breast, but on your right hip instead. Natasha kissed over it, like she always had, her eyes threatening to sting with tears from discovering yet another part of the old you that she had lost.

She sat up, her hands stroking casually over your bare legs, her feather-light touch making you shiver. You were so wet you could feel it, your body pushing out more arousal as you pulsed around nothing, beyond ready for more. She looked down at your thighs, following the movement of her hand as her finger dipped to your inner thigh, caressing the lace of your underwear, the look on her face one of admiration. You felt your cheeks flush with a searing heat as you imagined all the possibilities you had at hand, your gaze dipping down to her mouth, those lips curving into a slight smirk. She leaned down to kiss your knee, stroking her hand up your thigh, nearly making you tremble with such a simple act.

“Tell me, baby. I’ll give you whatever you need.” It was as if she could see right into your mind, so in tune with you and your thoughts. You bit your lip, tucking your face against your shoulder to hide how affected you were by her, your stomach bubbling with warmth. After gathering yourself, you managed to sit up, your lips finding hers rather automatically, your hand slipping beneath the waistband of her tights. Natasha caught onto your wishes, lifting her hips off the couch by getting onto your knees, your hands pulling the sheer fabric down her thighs, your mouths busy exchanging sloppy kisses. She changed her position again to allow you to inch the tights down her calves and off her feet until she was bare for you. She leaned over you, pushing you onto your back, her hand cupping your sex, lips only deepening your kiss as your own hand found its way between her strong thighs. Your fingertips felt over the black lace of her thong, the fabric damp in a very telling way, your lips threatening to stretch into a smile in the middle of your kiss.

The way Natasha kissed you was indescribable. It felt needy, desperate, yet passionate. If you would have had to describe it with a single word, you would have used starved. The touch of her lips was deliciously bruising, her tongue dominant and firm. She wasn’t afraid to use teeth, she wasn’t afraid to touch you, she wasn’t afraid to please you, her confidence shining through rather clearly. She knew what she was doing, and somehow, she seemed to know what she was doing with you. Her hand moved between your legs, her hips adding more pressure over your core, Natasha swallowing your moans. It felt dizzying. You felt intoxicated, the touch of her hand creating a compelling pull inside you that seemed to hit every single one of your nerves just right. She replaced her hand with her hips so that she would be able to touch the rest of you, her hand sliding up your abdomen to grope your breast on the way to your face. She gripped your chin, guiding you to tilt your head back slightly to find a better angle before her hand sank into your hair, tugging it gently from the roots.

Her hips ground down on you roughly, her back arching with each thrust, your rushed breaths tickling each other’s faces. You met the movement of her hips, your underwear rubbing together to create friction, but it was nowhere near enough. You felt her moan into your mouth, the sound erupting goosebumps all over you, any signs of pleasure from her making your veins fill with electricity. Soon enough the thrill of it all made you run out of breath, prompting you to pull away from the kiss, both panting heavily, your arms caressing Natasha’s naked body as she leaned back slightly to give you some space, your eyes immediately dropping to her breasts and the way her abdominal muscles rippled beneath her skin with every movement of her hips.

“God, you’re sexy”, you breathed out, your hands moving to her breasts, drawn in by her pink nipples and the softness of her skin. She let out a small, amused huff. Natasha had no words for you. She couldn’t say a thing, not with the whirlwind of emotion that was inside her. She couldn’t process a single thing. She couldn’t. All she could do was devour you in another kiss that left you completely breathless.

You hadn’t felt that kind of passion perhaps ever. You hadn’t encountered such raw human need before, Natasha’s rough touch still delicate in all the right places as she eased off you slightly, her hand finding its way between your legs again. She rubbed you over your underwear, breaking off from the wet kiss to see your face. You stared up at her through your heavy eyelids, admiring the undeniably dominant air that she carried. She had a soft look on her face as she observed your every reaction to her touch, her fingers rubbing circles over the wet patch in your underwear. It felt far too good, your lips parting on their own to let the moans and soft whimpers pass. The weight of her hot, lithe, yet strong body on top of you was perfect as you squirmed slightly beneath her, your body unable to quite contain the pleasure she brought you. She kissed your lips between moans, your cheek, your hair, her mouth leaving no part of you untouched. Her right hand and her lips caressed you like you were something delicate, something valuable, yet the hand between your legs grew rougher.

You let out a quiet yelp, your breathing loud and heavy by her ear. God, she hadn’t even touched you properly without a barrier in the way and you were ready to come. Your hips rolled against her hand impatiently, your own hands exploring the expanse of her back, sliding down to her buttocks, your dominant hand dipping between them where her thong was still covering her up. Your fingertips reached lower, finding that wetness that you knew to be there. You tried to remain patient as you touched her clothed sex, but when Natasha swallowed down her grunt you felt yourself lose any semblance of patience you might have had. You tugged on the underwear, peeling it over her buttocks, eliciting a small chuckle from Natasha.

“Impatient, I like it”, she mumbled with a slight smile on her lips, kissing your cheek firmly before pulling away enough to allow you to see what you were uncovering as you slid the small piece of black lace down her thighs, your eyes nailed on the triangle of light orange hair between her legs. You couldn’t help but sit up slightly to see her better, your hands caressing the silky skin of her legs, your dominant hand brushing the inside of her thigh that was even softer than the muscular outside of her thigh. She shivered, you could see it, noticed the goosebumps that found her skin as your fingertips brushed only barely over her pubic hair. Her breathing was heavy, her abdominal muscles contracting in anticipation. You glanced up at her for permission, receiving a gentle nod from her as you slid your fingers over her folds, her hand finding your knee for support, a quiet gasp leaving her. She was soaked through, effortlessly coating your fingers with slick. You felt your entire body react to the feel of her wet folds, the heated skin there soft and smooth. You bit your lip, already able to imagine how good that part of her would feel against you, against your mouth, against your sex.

“You’re unreal.” The disbelief was evident in your tone. It was hard for you to believe that someone so beautiful could exist, could be near you, could want you. She seemed to keel over slightly, her eyes sliding shut against her own will as you moved your hand, properly feeling around her sex, applying a generous amount of pressure on her. “You’re so wet, fuck.” She bit her plump lower lip, her breath slightly ragged as she focused fully on the feeling you gave her, savoring it with everything she had.

“Mmh, Y/N.” You hadn’t expected her saying your name to cause such a prominent reaction in your body, electricity spreading down back and through your limbs, your hips squirming slightly with the need to be touched. You were both desperate for the other and it was so obvious that had you not been so affected by her you would have found it hilarious.

Her hand moved down your thigh and between your legs, moving up slightly to find the waistband of your underwear. She lingered in your touch for just a moment longer before pulling back, both of her hands grasping the flimsy lace and pulling it up your thighs in one swift movement. Her gentle hands guided your knees apart, spreading you fully open for her, the way she skimmed her fingertips over your inner thighs making your legs tremble almost imperceptibly, like a shiver going through you. She sat back on the couch, her thumb swiping gently over your folds, over your clit, making you gasp rather loudly at the throb that went through you.

“Talk about wet”, she chuckled in a pleased tone, stroking your clit a few more times to see you writhe on the cushions. You couldn’t help but laugh yourself. You knew exactly how wet you were. You had been uncomfortably wet ever since leaving the party.

“What are you gonna do about it?” You gave her a little smirk, one that Natasha immediately returned as she got onto her knees. You straightened your left leg, your thoughts clearly aligned, both aiming for the same thing. You let out a soft giggle that was a mix of excitement and disbelief over the fact that somehow she seemed to know what you were after as she straddled your lower half.

“What am I gonna do about it?” She repeated in a teasing chuckle. “I’m gonna ride you, malyshka (baby).” You attempted to bite back your moan when she lowered herself down on you, your hands immediately finding her hips to grip, your mouth opening in a ragged gasp.

“Shit, Natasha”, you moaned heavily at the wetness of her sex against yours, a quiet squelch sounding between your connected bodies. Your eyes rolled back, another moan sounding from you, accompanied by a matching one from Natasha.

“Oh, baby, mmh.” She fought the weight of her eyelids to be able to see all the ways in which pleasure contorted your features. She loved how your brows furrowed, how your irritated lips parted, how your eyes screwed shut. She could feel every tiny movement of your body when you were connected, her walls fluttering from pure arousal as she ground herself against you as slowly as she could possibly muster, taking her time with you, with the all-consuming pleasure, with the entire moment. “You’re perfect.” You couldn’t respond to her, your chest heaving with each loud exhale you let out, your hips gyrating up into her own, hands pulling her down as tightly as possible. Her pale body was blushing from the neck down, the dusting of pink over her cheeks reaching over her nose and up to her ears. You wished you would have had more hands to touch her, the mesmerizing movement of her body making her breast bounce in a way that made you unabashedly want to touch them, her rosy nipples begging to be suckled. You wanted to see the shade turn a vibrant pink, a deep, delicious pink. You moved your hands down to her thighs, rubbing over the smooth skin there before dipping to her buttocks. You moaned at the way she rolled her hips against you, the warmth inside you spreading all over your body as you brought your hands back to her hips, your thumbs rubbing over her hip bones. Your touch slid up to her waist, caressing her abdomen, tracing the muscles there. It made Natasha seek more of it by leaning over you, her mouth finding yours on its own.

“You feel so good”, you nearly whimpered, pushing yourself up against her with your feet, your dominant hand finding her lower back to keep her in place, the other hugging her tightly, nails sinking into her muscular back to leave behind light pink lines. She ground down harder. “Oh, yes! Mmh.”

“Fuck, detka (baby). You like it that much, hm?”

“More, Natasha, please… Harder.” You sounded desperate, her hips grinding against you feverishly, each ardent stroke of her sex against yours building up the pressure between your legs, your muscles starting to cramp in a way that made you gasp for air as you clung to Natasha’s sweaty body, your mouth pressed into her neck, teeth scraping the skin as you panted heavily right beside her ear. You gripped her roughly, Natasha hissing in pleasure at the way your nails dug into the soft flesh of her buttocks and her back. Despite all your huffing, you managed to find her lips once more, focusing all your efforts into kissing the moans off her lips. You bit down on her lower lip, trying to control the sensation in your body, but you soon parted from her. She placed a wet kiss on your lips before pushing herself upright, her hand smoothing over your breasts and abdomen in the process as she sat up properly, her sex aligned over yours in a more direct way. She was panting heavily, holding in her little moans as she eased herself off you, her eyes moving down to your wet folds. You saw the string of slick that connected you to her, your head lolling back, accompanied by a groan.

“God, that’s hot”, you mumbled incoherently. She was too hot for you to handle, yet you forced yourself to get onto your elbows to see her properly no matter how badly you just wanted to melt into the couch.

Natasha brought her hand to your folds, her thumb stroking over your clit. You flinched at the direct contact, feeling incredibly sensitive to any of her efforts. You watched her bite her lip as she spread your folds open for her to gain better access to your clit before lowering herself back down. You hissed softly, your body on overdrive. It felt far too delicious to have her clit pressed up against your own, to feel it glide smoothly against you as she moved her hips in a slow grind. A slight moan tumbled from her lips, her full weight resting over you after she found her desired angle. She threw her messy hair back to get it out of her face, her right hand reaching for your knee to find support as she began to roll her hips against your own at a steady pace, her left hand finding your chest. She traced the shape of your breast before squeezing it firmly, her hand remaining there as she ground down even harder, building the pace up into rough thrusts that made you see stars. You slowly lost control of the noises you made and the hands that were gripping her thighs, pleasure rippling through you with such urgency and intensity that all you could do was take it as you sank fully into the cushions. The noises you made were nothing short of lewd, your low, loud moans mixed with unintelligible whimpers and heavy panting.

“I’m-” The coil in your abdomen was ready to snap, the pressure in your muscles reaching its peak effortlessly. You were far too aroused to resist it, your body trying its best to process the overload of pleasure, causing you to writhe beneath her. You hid your face against your shoulder, unaware of even doing so until you felt a hand on your chin, Natasha’s touch guiding you to look at her.

“Let me see you come, detka (baby).” She spoke quietly despite the way her hips rutted into you. She held your chin firmly, the grip of her fingers making you lose any semblance of composure you had left. She was perfect. You couldn’t help but to give her what she wanted, longing to please her. You tried your best to hold your eyes open, catching just a glimpse of her muscular body, the tantalizing manner in which her hips rutted into yours hard enough to make the couch shake, before your body reached its limit and threw you over the edge into a sea of pleasure. Your eyes squeezed shut with a guttural moan, mouth agape, gasping for air between whimpers as you pulsed around nothing, your muscles releasing the tension that had accumulated in your body in short bursts that felt undeniably delicious, dizzying, intoxicating. You could barely hear her moans over your own, but you could feel the tremor in her thighs, her erratic thrusts against you as you came, the stimulus only spurring your release on and making it even more intense.

Natasha was losing her ability to function, the pleasure coursing through enough to immobilize her, but she wasn’t quite there yet, her firm hand pressing your thigh down to open you as wide as the couch would allow, the fresh slick that was dripping out of you with each pulse of your body was mouth-watering, but it also lessened the friction between you. She let out a muffled groan, biting her lip as a whimper escaped her. She was so close, god, she was right there. She just needed a little push to find release, just a little bit more.

“Come on, baby, come”, you moaned, gripping her thighs a little harder, attempting to thrust your hips up to provide at least a bit of counterforce. The noises from your bodies were obscene, the loud, sloppy squelching causing something primal to stir within you. The feeling was hard to explain, a mere jumble of emotion and raw need. “Fuck, you’re so wet, fuck. Oh, my god.” Her eyes were screwed shut, head thrown back, face contorted in pleasure, mouth agape as she finally reached her peak, her entire body jerking forward from the intensity of her release. You saw the way her abdominal muscles contracted, her body slowing down to focus on the warm electricity that consumed her, each pulse of her sex against yours making her whole body twitch. The sight was mesmerizing, she was mesmerizing, her pale body blushing pink in all the right places, a gentle sheen of sweat covering her neck and chest. Her hair was a mess, eyes filled with the kind of lust that made you blush and look away.

“That’s it”, Natasha praised quietly as she came down from her orgasm, easing her thrusts into a slower grind that allowed you a better opportunity for both of you to really savor the feeling. “Good girl.” She brought your knee to her chest, hugging it tightly to deepen the movement as if to massage you with her body, her eyes threatening to roll back from the thought of coming against you, the combination of your arousals warm and sticky between you.

“Natasha.” It was all you could really say. You had no words. Your body relaxed slowly from your release, but you could tell that it was already building back up with Natasha’s restless hips on yours. “Mmh.” You got up onto your elbows, intending to sit up, but her hand found your chest again to push you back down, her lips capturing yours in a firm kiss. One of your hands came up to her chest to massage her breast, the other at her lower back. The kiss was long and deep, her tongue caressing the seam of your lips, but now quite dipping inside yet.

“What is it, pretty girl?” Her voice was smooth, the words whispered against your lips. You could barely take it, your lips spreading into a huge grin. You simply felt so amazing.

“You’re so… sexy.” It came out in a sigh of pure awe and wonder of her beauty. Your hands moved up to her face, cupping her blazing cheeks as you looked her in the eyes. She had a slight smirk on her lips, your eyes locked.

“Thank y-” The words got muffled by your lips because you were too impatient to let her finish. You giggled into the kiss, feeling so light beneath her, the sensation of contentment something you hadn’t quite been expecting. Somehow you had gotten used to less than pleasant sexual encounters that had blurred the value of emotional intimacy. You had almost forgotten what it was like to truly enjoy yourself, enjoy the presence of the other, and above all have fun together. Your joy and relief were contagious, the small giggles you let out infecting Natasha. She chuckled softly, pulling away from the messy kiss because you were both clearly feeling too much to be able to focus on kissing. You stared at each other with wild grins on your lips, your hands caressing her heated cheeks. “You’re everything I’ve been looking for”, she mumbled, pecking your lips, but she mostly just kissed your teeth that were bared by your smile. You gathered yourself enough to reciprocate the innocent kiss, but a small shift of her hips reminded you just how far from innocent you two were.

“God, we are messy”, you groaned, moving your hips against hers to really feel the slick between you, your hand reaching down to find the sloppy wetness you had created. Your fingers slid to her sex, rubbing her folds to coat your fingers with your combined come, Natasha’s body arching automatically closer to you as if unable to hold herself back, her heaving chest pressing against your own.

“We are.” She moaned the words out in a low, breathy sound that made ripples of electricity flash across your skin. She sounded downright erotic. You brought your hand back up to your faces, fingers glistening with the aftermath of your release. You gave her a small smirk before sliding the digits into your mouth, Natasha’s head dropping beside your own from how affected she was by the sight, an imperceptible curse muttered into your ear. Her taste was mild, not nearly enough to satisfy you. You wanted more, and you wanted it straight from the source.

After managing to catch your breaths, Natasha moved off you, squeezing herself between you and the couch, your heads resting on the decorative pillow, hands caressing the other in a languid manner that made your nerves perk up. Natasha’s hand was in your hair, scratching your scalp gently as you both just reveled in the warmth and comfort that followed your orgasms. There was no rush, no need to carry on until you both felt like it, your hand circling her plump breast in a way that already entailed that there was more to come. She kissed your lips, savoring every tiny brush of your sensitive skin against hers, unable to believe that she had gotten what she had wanted, that she once more had you all to herself. She could have cried, but she didn’t want to, deepening the kiss to distract herself from the complicated mess in her mind, your tongue meeting her own, your hand finding her jaw to guide the kiss. You barely had the willpower to part from her, your kisses moving down her neck to her chest, your mouth hungry for the sight you had been admiring all night long. Your lips found the curve of her breast, your walls throbbing from the sole thought of sucking on her nipples, Natasha’s eyes sliding shut, her hand massaging your head. You scooted lower on the couch, burrowing your face into her breasts, rapidly reawakening the desire that you felt for her. There was nothing you wanted more than her. You wanted to touch every part of her, lick and bite her skin, taste her, hear her, consume her. Your lips found her nipple, sucking on it harshly to elicit a gentle gasp from her.

It was rather evident that Natasha could not remain still, her limbs moving restlessly as you licked a wide strip over her breast, squeezing it with your hand. You were throbbing, ready for so much more. She moved onto her back to allow you better access to her other breast, your busy mouth kissing over to the other side to allow your tongue to circle her taut nipple. You flicked your tongue over it before sucking on it hard enough to make the shade of pink the most vibrant it could be. It reminded you of roses, of the most beautiful flowers imaginable and even then, those delicate petals would have paled in comparison to Natasha’s beauty. You opened your mouth wider, fitting more of her into your mouth, your teeth scraping over the sensitive skin, a heavy sigh leaving her. Your spit covered her chest, your mouth unafraid to drool all over her as you massaged her with your lips and tongue, lavishing her with attention.

Natasha was once more uncomfortably wet, her thighs squeezing together in anticipation as she thought about how good that mouth of yours would feel between her legs. She was beyond ready to just melt on your tongue. She felt butterflies invade her stomach when your kisses started to move south, going over her abdominal muscles, slowly, kiss by kiss, moving to her pelvis. Natasha’s heart was hammering in her chest before your mouth even reached her pubic bone, an overwhelming rush in her head from the love she felt for you. She wanted to tell you how much you meant to her. She wanted to hold you and kiss you and let you know that she had never loved anyone as much as she loved you, but she couldn’t. She couldn’t say a word, so she settled for tangling her hands in your hair as your mouth pressed over the most sensitive parts of her.

“Right there, detka (baby).” Your arms pulled her closer to you, hugging her in a way that could only be considered as greedy as your tongue lapped at her swollen clit, adamant to make her come again, to witness her whimper from your touch. You had such a drive to please her, a need to put her first, to give her whatever she might have needed because of how good she made you feel simply by existing. You wanted to impress her, you wanted her to like you, maybe even feel more than just affection toward you. The desire was so intense; pure infatuation that felt impossible to ignore. You laved your tongue against her, spurred on by Natasha’s quiet, weak moans that were the result of her trying to hold back just how good you made her feel, but as the pressure in her lower abdomen grew, her hips starting to buck into your mouth, she lost control. You could feel yourself get lost in the act of pleasing her, sinking into her warmth, into the softness of her delicate skin, needy for more. “Mmh, right there.” Her hands left your hair to avoid hurting you, moving to grip the cushions instead. She was beautiful, just the sight of her splayed out for you enough to make your heart jump. You loved everything about it. You loved her heady scent, the alluring shade of dark pink, the warmth she radiated. She was captivating, mesmerizing, alluring. She was irresistible in every sense of the word.

You pulsed your mouth against her, Natasha’s other hand flailing for something to grasp to control the pressure in her body, but in vain. Nothing was enough to make her overcome the pleasure that she experienced, the harder you sucked on her, the deeper she seemed to slip inside her own body. Her back arched off the couch, her legs hugging you closer as her left hand found your hair again, her grip tightening to be almost painful, the other squeezing the pillow beneath her head. She panted loudly, gasping for air, toes curling, muscles tensing. You sucked harder, longer, your hand finding its way below your chin, fingertips circling her entrance to give her an idea of what you had in mind.

“Yes!” You didn’t even have to ask for her opinion, the answer coming out in a low moan as she tugged on your hair impatiently. You slid your index finger effortlessly into her, the warm wetness of her sex enveloping you in its heat. You groaned quietly against her, the vibrations causing Natasha to bite her hand, her hips rocking into your face and fingers in search of more. She needed you to reach deeper, move faster.

“Is this good? Does it feel good?” You asked in a breathy whisper against her folds, gauging for what she enjoyed during sex.

“More”, she whined, rolling her hips into your hand a little harder. You brought your mouth back down to her clit, ensuring that her orgasm didn’t completely slip away from her as you slid another digit inside her to caress her slick walls. She let out a soft hum at the stretch, her hips immediately matching the pace you set for your fingers as you pumped them in and out of her, your mouth picking back up to rapid pulsing to make the best out of the experience. Natasha yelped at the stimulus, so incredibly close to her release that she could barely meet the movement of your hand anymore from how rigid her muscles were growing, the tension in her body begging for a release. You quickened the pace of your hand to give your jaw a slight break, but when she whined quietly at the loss of friction, your mouth was right back at it, going twice as hard just to please her.

“Oh, Y/N.” Her moans grew louder, unrestricted, accompanied by sharp gasps, her body trembling against you for a few more seconds before she could no longer hold herself back from the pleasure that made her lightheaded. And then you felt it, her walls clamping around your fingers abruptly, squeezing you tightly to keep you in place. She let out a small cry, her core tightening, body convulsing. It took her a long time to come down from her high, her body feeling spent, heavy, fully satisfied and content with your fingers still inside her as you kissed her folds, her inner thighs, and pelvis.

You barely got to catch your breath properly before her lips were on yours, kissing all the air out of your lungs, tasting herself on your lips. She might not have been able to tell you how much she loved you, but she could show you the raw desperation that bled through from every passionate kiss, every generous touch of her hand seeming to reflect her admiration toward you. She sat up on the couch, pulling you into her embrace to keep you close, her lips pecking yours a few times before deepening the connection. It was so easy to get lost in her, get lost in the sensuality of it all. Her hand traced circles around your pelvis, effectively making you shiver from anticipation, her fingers barely brushing over your pubic bone, your muscles contracting from how sensitive you were to even just a graze of her fingernails. Her hands moved to your buttocks in your knelt sitting position, rubbing over the smooth skin in circles, giving the flesh a proper squeeze as if warming you up for what was to come.

“What do you want, baby?” She crooned against your lips. She loved how bashful you had always been in bed. She loved that you were not usually inclined to voice out your desires, intending to tease you slightly, her touch turning lighter, tantalizing. You let out a small, disappointed sigh at the loss of proper contact.

“I want you to fuck me.” Your response came out with no shame, catching Natasha off guard, your seductive tone reaching right between her legs. Now, there was something new. “I want your tongue in my pussy”, you whispered almost imperceptibly, your fingertips caressing her jaw and neck, an alluring smile on your face, one that would’ve made Natasha kneel for you. “Is that alright with you?” The question was equally teasing, challenging Natasha’s dominant demeanor, a wide grin finding her lips.

“More than alright, just be careful what you ask for, dorogaya (darling).” Your laughter that followed was dismissing, but you couldn’t completely hide the effect that gently condescending tone had on you, your skin prickling with goosebumps. She moved out of your reach, yanking you to the edge of the couch by your legs in one swift move that made you squeal. The sound was followed by a giddy giggle as she manhandled you into position, throwing your legs over her shoulders. You sank right into her embrace, your head falling to the side, eyes staring at the golden Christmas lights you had put up when you had decorated the living room with Natasha, the statues and baubles disappearing into oblivion when Natasha’s mouth pressed over your sensitive skin, your eyes sliding shut on their own.

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