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Russian Steve AU
Another plot bunny I've been unable to get out of my head...
What if Steve's parents were Russian spies and connected to the mall? What if Steve had powers? What if these were combined into two and turned into a Steddie thing?
I love the idea of Steve being like El but the Russian version, where his parents are spies and he's an experiment they willingly handed over to the government but still got to raise. They all go to the US to build the mall and Steve's trying desperately to be a normal American boy but Eddie Munson, King of Abnormality (which drives Steve absolutely crazy because who would want to stand out??) gets in the way and completely wrecks his whole situation.
TW: Dead Bodies
Steven Anthony Harrington died in 1979, sometime around midnight on the third of January. He had two parents, also lying dead in the master bedroom, a dog collapsed on the kitchen floor, and that was it. They were a reclusive bunch with an unlucky family tree filled with people that tended to die early anyway. So maybe it was fate. As the New Steve looked down at the still face of the boy he was going to replace, he thought that it's probably just the circle of life. People die, people live, and the world keeps spinning. It doesnât have to mean much beyond that.
Old Steve felt cold. It wasn't the first time New Steve had touched or felt a dead person, but for some reason this one is different. This time, itâs his fault. He felt the body go cold and numb as it happened. He watched the emotions seep out of the body as the boy's dream ended without him waking up. His father made him watch, so he understood the sacrifice taken so he could do his job.
The weight of it makes it hard to breathe.
It was a bloodless death, caused by carbon monoxide poisoning. Painless and simple. While the house airs out, Old Steve, his dog, and his parents are quickly disposed of. There is no evidence left behind. On January fourth, sometime in the evening, the new Harrington family sat on a couch they didnât buy, in a living room they didnât choose, and drank a cup of hot tea, considering the moment of peace before the start of their journey.
They move without a word to the neighbors, who the Old Harringtons were never friends with anyway. Nobody knows, or cares where they are. Thereâs a money trail if someone bothers to look, but it doesnât expose anything more than a house hunting vacation. Then, just before the start of the school year, they use Richardâs savings to buy a home in a sleepy little town called Hawkins, Indiana. And their new lives begin.
New Steve thought that the new home was too big. Every little noise echoed and bounced across the walls, making him jump and look around as if heâd find people hiding in them, watching their every move. When theyâd arrived, he and his parents laid down on the soft, carpeted floor and stared at the pure white ceiling in silence, taking in the new world around them. They hadnât said anything, but they didnât need to. He knew things would be different from then on.
He spent that first week with his parents. Every morning like clockwork, they sat before the TV and repeated everything said out loud, practicing their accents and furthering their understanding of the strange phrases Americans liked to use, like, âtake a rain check,â and âlipstick on a pig.â New Steve found he hated movies, where he couldnât see peopleâs feelings like he could in person. They reminded him of Old Steveâs frozen body, huddled up in blankets as if he was just sleeping. Like soulless meat puppets waiting to be buried and never found again.
In the evenings, he and his mother worked through a cookbook sheâd been gifted, perfecting American dishes like casseroles and meatloaf. On the second day, he helped her deliver a pie to their neighbor, and she introduced him as her shy little boy who never had much to say. It wasnât true. He still had a hard time with the âthâ sound that so many English words used, so theyâd decided that until he got it right, thatâs who heâd be.
With his dad, during the day when nobody would question it, they cut open the wall in his office and installed a gun safe. Apparently, it was legal for normal people in America to own guns. Steve was too young to have an opinion on that, but his dad muttered in English about how it was the kind of irresponsible nonsense that made his job easier. So, maybe it was a good thing. Either way, they covered the safe with a wall once again, so they were truly out of sight.
When his parents werenât home, New Steve quietly snuck out to dip his toes in the pool. Heâd never seen a pool before. He didnât even know how to swim. In the spot close to the deep end, where neighbors wouldnât see him unless they stuck their heads over the fence to pry, New Steve would find the perfect stick- thin and light with no leaves, and drag it across the surface of the water, watching the ripples as they rolled across the heated surface. And that was how he found peace with his new house.
It took him a while to settle into the role of Steve, and even longer for him to climb the mantle of King Steve. But that was his job, so itâs what he did. King Steve was good at sports. Captain of the swim team, co-captain of the basketball team. Handsome, fond of parties, rich with mysterious parents who traveled often. Charming, just enough for people to wonder how he stayed out of trouble despite everything he got up to.
But secretly, Steve, just Steve, also known in his heart as Stepan, was terrified. He never let it show on his face, even more terrified that his parents would lose faith in his skills and dump him somewhere while they returned to Russia as heroes without him. He spent most of his time fueled with fear, balancing the careful images heâd built for himself as the perfect All-American Boy that his parents were relying on. Unfortunately for Steve, he hadnât anticipated what would happen to his precious double image when he fell in love.
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why the grudge by olivia rodrigo is actually written abt roceit: an unnecessarily long breakdown
(aka basically an in this essay i will⊠post but i actually wrote it.)
okay so starting off strong, pof was literally released on a friday in may. (i know technically it took place on april 13th in cannon, but the still what are the chances here.)
next we have these lines would refer to the trust janus built up during the courtroom that he then broke during pof. how he set him up to take the fall no matter what, crushing either romanâs self image and/or his dream. it also refers to the flippant way janus address this and how he basically refers to it as a joke. itâs pretty clear throughout the episode, however, roman holds onto everything that was say.
i sorta feel like this speaks for itself.
this next part i think sums up a lot of pof pretty well. roman making fun of janusâs name is shitty. him calling janus evil the whole episode is shitty. BUT everyone JUST told him janus WAS evil and not to be trusted. and janus WASNT to be trusted in svs since he literally was manipulating him. janus caused like half of this and fed into romanâs insecurities and he knew it. so yes, i think roman is handling this BAD, but janus cut first, and he cut deeper.
lowkey another one i feel speaks for itself. this is pretty much stated this is what janus is doing. literally.
roman and pretending heâs fine when heâs not. i mean itâs like all the sides, but def the way roman seems to handle it (like not too much cannon has happened since so) like this. it still seems to affect him in fwas confidence wise and all. just the way this hasnât even been addressed. you know the boy is struggling.
okay i kept out a lot of the love stuff cause like thatâs not cannon and i tried to keep this close to cannon. BUT it fits with that too and my headcannons⊠maybe another post. itâs just so perfect.
okay if you read this far i love you forever <3 also this may be formatted like the worst thing ever, i donât use tumblr really so i was struggling making this. also itâs late and i cant think atm :))
#roman sanders#sanders sides#ts roman#roman angst#janus sanders#ts janus#svs redux#putting others first#the grudge#olivia rodrigo#literally iâm in love with them#when i made the connection i jumped up and down in my room for like five minutes#and then told all my friends#and then told twitter#and itâs on my rociet playlist#i can do more songs i have so many#idk why i doubted i was neurodivergent#itâs 12am sorry if this makes no sense#roceit
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Puppy love
pairing: Max Verstappen x reader
summary: During his karting days, you were one of his opponents, but outside the track he was just a stupid boy who fell in love with a pretty girl. Now, after all those years, you meet again in the paddock, and he doesn't want you to leave.
note: Yes, Jos is an asshole in this (too).
âHave you seen who jumped in to do the interviews?â Charles asked with a wicked smile when he stopped next to his rival after the race. Max hadnât really paid attention to these details until now, but now that he was informed there was something he should probably know, he looked around to see where the reporter was. âI havenât talked to her since your dad ruined her career. But she seems truly happy now.â
Thatâs when his eyes fell on you, the girl who had been haunting him in his dreams for long years, the one who was glowing while talking to the cameraman. He wanted to object, he wanted to say âmy dad didnât ruin her career, she just decided to quit,â but the way you had left certainly hinted at a possible connection between the two events. Because his fatherâs outburst took place a week before he found out you werenât coming back to race, and you didnât even try to contact him ever again.Â
What made it real hard was the fact he knew you were left heartbroken, and it wasnât racing that you missed. His mother called your parents to ask them about you, and they said you had been crying in your room for days, but when the option for a call from Max came up, they were quick to shut it down. They said it would be easier for you to move on if he didnât show up in your life again, and he couldnât help but blame himself for everything that happened.Â
If he hadnât fallen in love with you, if he hadnât met you on a vacation, if his father hadnât found out he loved someone, maybe you would still be racing. He remembered your bright smile that was present even after a tough race, and your good mood that was often highly contagious. The boys you raced against loved you dearly, mostly because you brought a different energy into their little boysâ club.
âMax, youâre next,â he was told all of a sudden.Â
He wasn't ready to face you, but there was no escape. What he had to do now was force a smile on his face and act like he was talking to someone else, someone whose presence didn't affect him half as much as yours did. But the moment he stopped in front of you and noticed a strange glint in your eyes, he had to focus on breathing in and out while you asked your first question.
After the camera was turned off, he cautiously watched you to see if you were planning to approach him, or if you seemed open to the possibility of him doing that. When you looked at him with a smile and said goodbye to the cameraman, he walked over to you with his hand folded behind his back.
âIt's nice to see you here,â he said with a small, cautious smile. You nodded, but Max could see behind the cheerful look on your face, he could tell you were tense. âIf I'm bothering you, just say it.â
You took a deep breath, and soon your smile changed, and it was now showing a lot more sadness. âIt's been a while, that's all. Talking to you in person brings back different memories,â you admitted.
âGood or bad ones?â
Following a shrug, you folded your arms over your chest and looked down at your shoes. âCompared to the ones that come back when I see you or Charles on TV? Bad,â you finally replied.Â
Max gulped upon hearing this, feeling guilty despite knowing he had done nothing wrong, that whatever happened back in the day was the result of a series of decisions made by your parents. If it was up to him, he would have kept in touch with you, doing his best to see where this puppy love would lead the two of you. Maybe you would have broken up after he got into F1, maybe you would be married by now. It was a question he had no answer to.
The best he could do now was trying to make you understand this, making you see that he wanted to fix things now, even if you would be nothing more than friends. Sure, he had no idea how much you had changed over the years, but he knew there was only one way to find out. âI know it means very little after all these years, but Iâm sorry,â he said to break the deafening silence.
You nodded, then to his surprise, took a step closer to him. âI know it wasnât your fault. My parents told me what happened exactly eventually.â
He watched you closely, trying to figure out if you were interested in a proper conversation, maybe later in private. But before he could speak up, Charles walked over to the two of you and wrapped an arm around your shoulder with a big smile on his face. âItâs been so long,â he said happily, earning a shy smile and a barely visible shake of your head from you.
Max bit the inside of his cheek, annoyed by the sudden appearance of the Ferrari driver, but the main problem was a vivid memory from his childhood. While him and Charles had gone for blood on the track and didnât have the best relationship off it either, you and the Monegasque were on very good terms, with you even visiting him and his family in his home. It didnât bother him until his brain finally caught up with his feelings and he realized he had a crush on you, because then he felt intense jealousy every time his rival laid a finger on you, even if it was nothing more than a friendly pat on the shoulder.
You then suddenly moved to give him a hug, and seeing the way Charles wrapped his arms around you made his blood boil, even if he knew deep down that he had no right to be jealous. But it was painfully obvious that the two of you were talking to each other, keeping your voices down as much as you could in the noise around you, and he couldnât help but wonder what it was all about.
Then he finally let go of you and said goodbye, although the two of you agreed to have dinner in Italy next week to catch up. Max took a deep breath and thought about what to say, but before he could come up with anything, an official came over to drag him to the cooldown room, so all he could do was apologize and say goodbye, wishing he could see you again next week. According to Charles you were supposed to be there in Monza, which meant he would have the chance to talk to you.
To properly talk to you and possibly find out more about your life after you quit racing.
He knew in the cooldown room they were supposed to talk about the race, but all he could think about was asking Charles what you talked about, what was so secretive that no one else could hear it? So, in the end he didnât say much, he just watched the recap of the race and discussed what he saw if it was standing out. Even while standing on the podium, his eyes scanned the crowd under them, trying to find you as if he was playing Whereâs Wally?
On the way home, he spent his time browsing your social media accounts, and he couldnât help but wonder why he had never checked them. On X, you were posting about F1 news, commenting on them as a journalist, while on Instagram you focused on sharing more personal posts, like photos of your holiday, your hobbies, or yourself in the paddock. There had been so many of those, how come he hadnât met you before?
Having a glimpse into your life felt so nice that he hadnât realized he had scrolled back a few years. Well, not until it turned out he accidentally liked a few of your old photos. If you hadnât seen the notifications, he wouldnât have noticed that. But you saw them and werenât shy to send him a DM about it.
The next few days passed with him regularly checking his DMs to see if you wrote to him again, if you changed your mind and decided to have dinner with him, but there was nothing, so he was forced to wait for the perfect opportunity to talk to you in the paddock in Italy. How he would find you in the flurry of people was a mystery, although he had a fleeting idea that maybe their PR team could help him get a hold of you. Not like that could work, a request like this would certainly give them a stroke, assuming he was planning to give a random interview.
His heart skipped a beat when he noticed you at the press conference, talking to some of the drivers behind the cameras. Your eyes were shining brightly, your smile lit up the room around you, and Max felt like he had been taken back to his childhood when all the boys at their karting races swarmed around you to get a scrap of your attention. But those were hormone-driven teenagers, while these guys were grown men, many of them in serious relationships, so he knew it wasnât entirely the same situation.
This time Max made sure he could stick around after the interviews, hoping to get a hold of you once you were done. He approached you after everyone left and you decided to chat with someone from the crew. He cleared his throat nervously, subconsciously expecting you to yell at him, to tell him to leave you alone. But your poker face was perfect, because you turned to him with a kind smile and acted like you were ready to have a pleasant chat with him. The crew member left you alone, so only the two of you were left there.Â
âYou either donât understand the word no, or you just learned to completely ignore it because you always get what you want,â you said with a sigh, the smile long gone by now.Â
He let the last part of the comment go past his ear, instead he just took a deep breath and began to massage the back of his neck. âCanât we have a pleasant conversation? Just put everything aside, forget about our shared past, and letâs treat this as a chance for a fresh start.â
You watched him with a thoughtful hum for a while, then nodded. âAll right. What would you like to talk about?â you asked with a curious look in your eyes.Â
âUs.â
âThereâs no such thing as us.â
âToo bad, because thatâs exactly what I want,â he was quick to inform you, mentally kicking himself for being this straightforward, even if it was true. Because he wanted to see if you would be interested in the 2.0 version of your relationship, the chance to see how your young love would work out in your adult lives. âAre you seeing anyone?â
For a moment you hesitated, but then you shook your head. âNo. I donât really have the time for that,â you replied honestly. Before Max could speak up again, though, you began to talk once more. âBut Iâm a reporter here, dating a driver would be⊠unethical. I canât play favorites,â you explained.Â
Max took a quick look around, then gently placed a hand on your cheek. âWe can figure that out later. Letâs focus on step one, which is going on a first date. Tonight? We can turn to room service to help us out if you donât want to meet somewhere public,â he told you.Â
âSo you want me all to yourself in your hotel room?â you asked with a teasing smile.Â
He was sure as hell he blushed, because the idea of what you were suggesting hadnât occurred to him. Having you alone in his hotel room wasnât something he consciously planned out, he only wanted to meet you somewhere away from the curious eyes. âItâs not like that,â he told you defensively.Â
âI know, donât worry. Send me the when and where,â you said as you patted his shoulder. âSee you later, Max.â
Nodding, he watched as you walked away from him. He didnât say a wordâno, he couldnât say a word. His brain was too busy replaying the way his name rolled off your tongue, that sweet, soft tone of your voice as you said goodbye. With his mind still lost in a pink haze, he returned to their motorhome to gather his things and call it a day. He couldnât wait to meet you, that was all he could focus on.Â
A few hours later he was sitting on the edge of his bed, his foot nervously tapping on the floor while he waited. You could be here any minute, and waiting was the worst part. Well, maybe the conversation wouldnât be that much better, but he could still hope for the best. So when half an hour later there was a knock on his door, his lips curled into a wide smile and he rushed over there to let you in.Â
âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry, I was held up in the media center,â you apologized the moment the door closed behind you.Â
Max had to take a deep breath to calm himself. You being close to him again brought back feelings he thought he had long forgotten, and he wanted to give you a kiss, a soft kiss to test the waters with you. But he had to behave, he had no idea where the two of you were standing right now. âItâs okay, donât worry. So, dinner?â he asked after a short break, giving you a smile.Â
Food seemed to get you in the mood to chat, because as the two of you enjoyed the various dishes he ordered, you started to tell him about your life after everything that had happened back then. You finished high school like a normal kid, went to college to study journalism, and you managed to get jobs at various places that were related to motorsports, especially F1. That was your dream, to once work with this world, but you were quick to clarify knowing he made it here didnât give you the idea.Â
He tried to hide the cocky smirk that wanted to show up on his face, because he was sure what you said werenât true. A voice in the back of his mind told him you wanted to see him again, that you wanted to get back what had been taken from the two of you all those years ago. After all, why wouldnât he think that? It didnât take much convincing to get you to meet him tonight. And if he was delusional? At least it was a nice thought.Â
It was then his turn to talk, so he told you stories that you had probably never heard, about himself, about the grid, about everything, really. If you asked questions about his family, you focused on his sister and mother, but you were mostly interested in his cats and hobbies. As you told him, you couldnât understand how he ended up being such a cat dad, but it certainly suited him.Â
âCharles said he doesnât get murderous thoughts about you several times a day lately,â you suddenly noted with a short laugh.Â
Clearing his throat, Max tilted his head to the side. âYou talked to him?â he asked casually.Â
You nodded and took another bite of your pasta. âYeah, we had dinner yesterday. I remember how the two of you were back then, I was wondering what the situation was now,â you said with a shrug.Â
A wide grin crept on his face upon hearing this. âSo you asked him about me.â
âIt was just one question, donât get too cocky,â you pointed out with a roll of your eyes. âBut Iâm glad you kinda get along now. Itâs nice to see that.â
Max flashed a smile at you, then returned his attention to his dinner. For a while you both ate in silence, but then you got rid of the plates and he found himself wondering what to do next. So he just looked down at his hand and moved it closer to yours, letting his little finger brush against yours as if you were back in your teenage years. You let out a laugh when you noticed, and you looked at him with a kind smile. You werenât as cold as you had been earlier today, now you seemed to have warmed up to him, ready to give him a chance to show you what he wanted.Â
So, he took a deep breath and leaned in to kiss you, cautiously moving his lips against yours to make sure he didnât scare you away. It took you a few seconds, but you eventually eased into the kiss, one of your hands even moving up to his face to keep him close. He couldnât hold back a quiet chuckle that drew a questioning hum out of you. Max shook his head, then he dived in to kiss you again, but at the same time he let his hand wander under your shirt, even though he could have expected what happened next.Â
Because you pulled away and pushed his hand away from your body. âStop, donât⊠I shouldnât even be here, I should just go, andââ
âHey, hey, hey, donât do this, donât push me away. Iâm sorry. If you want to slow down, thatâs exactly what weâre gonna do, okay?â he asked you, his voice desperate. For a minute or two you remained completely silent, you were just watching him with doe eyes, as if you were trying to process what just happened. âPlease, just stay,â he said quietly.
You hesitantly took his hand and gulped loudly as you gathered your thoughts. âListen, itâs complicated. I already told you, I shouldnât date drivers, but,â you began, but fell silent without finishing the sentence.Â
Max cupped your face and rested his forehead against yours. âOne step at a time, all right? Weâll figure out if this could even work between us, then weâll decide how to move on,â he said with a soft smile. When you nodded, he kissed your nose. âGood. Do you want to stay with me and cuddle a little, or would you rather go?â
âWe just cuddle, right?â you asked with a thin voice. When he nodded, you let out a soft sigh. âOkay, just for a little while, then Iâll leave.â
But you didnât leave. The next morning he woke up to you sleeping soundly with your head on his chest, snoring softly while you were lost in your dream world. Max couldnât stop grinning, he was way too excited and happy to keep a straight face. It felt so nice, so natural, that he wondered how long you would be against it. You clearly wanted this as much as he did, but if you needed time, he was willing to give it to you.
As you lay there, he remembered that vacation all those years ago, when your parents not-so-accidentally bumped into his mom. His first date in a local cinema, watching a movie that was dubbed and neither of you could fully understand it. His first kiss in that movie theater with a girl that was special enough to catch his attention. The way you fell asleep with your head on his shoulder one night when your parents talked a little too long in a restaurant on the beach.Â
And he was hell-bent on going back to that town to experience everything again as adults. All he needed was you softening enough to let him take care of you in front of the whole world.
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Just a Crush || OP81
â summary: Swimmer, y/n, is headed to the olympics and little does she know sheâs f1 driver oscar piastriâs celebrity crush
â pairing: oscar pisatri x olympian!reader
â f/c and warnings: none
â requested: this was suggested!! tysm for the wonderful idea for a swimmer reader đ«¶đ»
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ynuser: your girl is in her model era đż thank you to vogue for having me! make sure to check out the july issue where i talk about what it means to me to be headed to the olympics to represent new zealand, my daily routines, and my life outside of swimming! see you all in paris đ€
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yourbff: you are so effortlessly gorgeous please đ«
thenzteam: we are lucky to have you y/n!
user1: my favorite kiwi
user2: omg not y/n revealing sheâs a huge fan of f1!! wait till oscar hears about this
user3: oscar who?
user2: heâs a formula 1 driver who has a massive crush on y/n
user3: omg not a vroom vroom aussie for my girl đ
user4: stop they would be perfect đ they give the same energy
user2: heâs hiding in the likes đ
iamrebeccad: some of the best shots iâve ever seen! congrats on being in vogue and going to the olympics â€ïž
ynuser: i took notes from the pro đ«¶đ»
user2: omg rebecca is here too
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user12: LOSCAR MY LOVES
user5: alex and logan are my fav duo im going to miss them so much
user6: james when i catch you!!! how dare you break up our family
user4: GUYS Y/N MENTIONED
user9: the way oscar blushes omg
user10: mans is down bad we have to get her to notice him
user11: alex best be texting lily rn to make that connection! our boy has like no game
user12: stoppp iâm sure he has some đ
user11: idk heâs so quiet and reserved
user12: nahhh itâs always the quiet ones ok
user8: y/noscar is my roman empire
user13: letâs get my man to the paris
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user10: hey babes, congrats on the olympics. im here to lyk abt a very cool, very polite young man named oscar piastri
yourbff: make us proud y/n
ynuser: iâll do my best đ
user2: you should visit monaco and oscar piastri next
lilymhe: yayyyy letâs goooooo y/n!!! iâll be cheering for you!!
ynuser: omg lily!! itâs been too long since iâve seen you! letâs do something once iâve won the gold đ
lilymhe: yes please đ«¶đ»
lilymhe: also alex told me to tell you that you have got to come to a grand prix soon - zandvoort maybe?
oscarpiastri: good luck y/n!
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ynuser: youâre looking at the fastest woman in the 1500 freestyle! semifinals here we come đłđż
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yourbff: being able to be poolside cheering you on is my favorite thing
ynuser: i love you
alex_albon: congrats y/n! canât wait to see you soon đ
user16: ALEX WHAT ARE YOU EOING HERE
user18: SEE YOU SOON????
user22: alex is taking his job as matchmaker seriously
thenzteam: aotearoa is so proud you â€ïž
ynuser: đ€
oscarpiastri: congrats y/n!! youâre going to get the gold i just know it
ynuser: thank you oscar!! iâm certainly going to try
user2: oscar jumping up and down in his driver room rn
landonorris: user2 he is celebrating yes
user2: LANDODNJE
logansargeant: oscarpiastri thanks for saving my dog from that burning building the other day
alex_albon: thanks oscarpiastri for lending me your lambo last week
ynuser: wow! oscarpiastri can you lend me your lambo?
oscarpiastri: ynuser that can be arranged
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thenzteam: sheâs done it!!! y/n has won gold in the 1500 freestyle! you have made new zealand, aotearoa so very proud đżđłđż
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ynuser: beyond proud to be a kiwi! đ€
yourbff: you are a star!!! iâm so proud of you
thenzteam: we love you đ«¶đ» now itâs time for you to get some rest!
user18: LETS GOOO Y/N!!!!
user20: i love watching women succeed
lilymhe: CONGRATS MS GIRL
alex_albon: yes!!! congrats ms y/n!!!!!
oscarpiastri: bwoah!! letâs go!
user22: oh oscar is this all youâve got
landonorris: user22 nah heâs got more just give him a minute
oscarpiastri: lando please
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lilymhe: i missed you so much my olympic golden girl. iâm so glad youâre here đ«¶đ»
ynuser: i missed you too my queen đ§Ą
user28: OMG YOURE IN ZANDVOORT OMG OMGOMGOGKGOGMGMGG
iamrebeccad: the way i jumped for joy when you told me you were coming!!! i canât wait for dinner tonight
ynuser: neither can i!! i am really looking forward to meeting carlos too
user44: zandvoort!!! on race weekend!!!!! youâre giving our polite cat a chance!!!!
user45: girly we know exactly where you are đ€
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user56: not her tagging mclaren and not oscar LOL
user87: THOUGHT YOU COULD SNEAK IN THATBLAST PIC HUH
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landonorris: ok , leave me out of the pics⊠i thought we were friends??
ynuser: my bad dawg! didnât realize we were chill like that
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DASH â°âȘŒâMMM!, I JUST WANNA CONTINUE MY PACE!
â€č featuring: jjk men and motorcycles!, smut, pussy slapping, size kink, unprotected sex, possessive behavior, jealousy, marking, breeding, masturbation, overstimulation, edging, multiple orgasms- gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, megumi fushiguro, sukuna ryomen..
â€č next up!: bad news! (feb 2024) ft. jjk men suffering from reader having a low sex drive, ow!
february event! -`âĄÂŽ-
gojo satoru
Sounds of skin slapping filled the room, he swears he was so close to cum for the second time in the afternoon. You? Maybe like the fifth? Sixth? He doesnât remember how many times he ate you outâ preferring to âskip lunch and have dessertâ instead.Â
The sounds of motorcycles and talking were silenced thanks to your moans. Not like he needed to hear the other people throwing shit at him. Probably just jealous that he always wins this type of spontaneous street races.Â
He felt that familiar tingly feeling shocking his body from his hips to his neck, feeling how you were squeezing his cock he could tell you were close too, rings from his phone tried to win the sounds of his groans and moans. Notifications coming out from what you could catch to seeâ Geto asking where he was, that they needed him right now just so they could start the race. People were complaining of favoritism and how they shouldnât let Satoru compete anymore.
âSa- âtoru, the- the race.â Taking breaths while trying to tell Gojo you were out of time and should stopâ but all you could pronounce were small âah, ahs~â while he pounded behind you. âThey can wait baby, just cum fâme one last time, yeah?âÂ
It was like a ritual for him to fuck you everytime before a race. Taking it as his âluck keyâ, even though he didnât need it to win, he just accustomed himself to destress before racing. Not that you complain.
âThey- they already know whoâs goinâ to win anyway- shit- you feel so good babeâ A specific thrust threw you over the edge and made your vision blurry, losing yourself in the feeling while Satoru was reaching his high too while he continued pounding behind you. âattaâ girlâ there we go⊠yeah, take it fâmeâ
geto suguru
Donât ask me how, but this man would love to see you riding him while heâs on top of the motorcycle.Â
Small tired jumps in search of release while you stabilize yourself with the handlebar while Getoâs thrusts sync with yours. Caging your small body on his while he also stabilized himself by moving his hands to the handlebar, feeling the motorcycle tremble and having to put one of his feet down to stop it from moving too much.
You were too lost in the pleasure you wouldnât even notice the white of his hands because of how hard he was gripping the handlebar, one of them moving to grip your waist instead, helping you get even deeper in his cock. All he could see was the connection between the two of you, his back pressed to yours.
âAhh Sshit baby- Sâperfect fâmeââ He had to bite your shoulder to not embarrass himself and moan louder than you. His hand on your waist moving towards your core while he starts giving small slaps on your clit. The small pain he was inflicting aroused you moreâ taking a mental note that you would most likely forget to buy a new leather saddle for him. The both of you would already reach your highs and he would stop thrusting, making you cockwarm him, but he wouldnât stop slapping your pussy. Loving your body reaction while he chuckled everytime you trembled on top of him each time he gave a hard slap.
Your clit was hard and pulsing because of how much he slapped it, your arousal wetting Getoâs thighs when you came again just by slapping your pussy. Feeling his hard cock inside of you he wouldnât move and preferred to continue playing with you.
nanami kento
It all started with an innocent act. You sitting on his bike while admiring itâ delicately touching it, your doe eyes and small body compared to his did something inside him.Â
You just looked so⊠pretty sitting on his bike. Your hips rolling trying to find a comfortable position in this big bike of hisâ remembering the same movement when heâs inside of you. Trying to pleasure yourself on his big cock making an appearance on your tummyâ not letting you touch yourself or him, you just had to cum by your movements and his cock.
He loved it. Watching your body move and using him as a sex toyâ but for you it was a punishment, not being able to touch him, or to feel him in the right way stressed you a lotâ making it harder to cum.
He loses the mental battle on his head and now finds himself between your thighs while you balance yourself trying to grip whatever part of his bike.Your legs caging his head even deeper in your center, he never felt so⊠needy for something. Being so âpatient and tolerantâ flew across the window the moment he saw you end his bike next to each other.
Maybe because it was the two things he most adored in the world? You first, his bike second. But it doesnât matter what was the cause, but now heâs sure the effect will be him sitting on his bike while you ride him.
megumi fushiguro
You thought it was funny? You know how easily stressed Megumi becomes when a race is coming. Heâs a perfectionist, and really ambitious. So he could never let himself lose, not when he has a reputation to sustain now.
He needs to feel enough. Even though you always tell him heâs more than enough and should treat his hobby as it is: a hobbyâ he should take it lightly and enjoy it rather than making it something that would hurt him in any kind of way.
But the moment he saw you giggling next to one of his ârivalsâ heâs sure something inside his brain magically turned on and made him feel an anger that he couldnât quite describe. He trusts you. But seeing you next to someone else rather than him really bothered him.
He doesnât consider himself as a jealous boyfriendâ but you were just so perfect for him that he was afraid of losing you in any kind of way. He wouldn't admit that kind of sadness and insecurity inside him to anyone, he prefers to disguise it as rage. That didnât quit the fact that heâs jealous right now though.
He obviously won the race, the moment you went to hug him and congratulate him you knew something was wrong. The way his body reacted to yours wasnât normal, tough and stiff, like he was almost forcing himself to hug you lovely when all he wanted it was to fuck you infront of everybody and show them you were his.
Maybe thatâs an idea for another day.
But right now when the both of you got home, he told you not to get off his bike. You were confused- maybe heâs taking you somewhere else?
Wrong.
He brought himself a chair, placed it so he was facing the right side of it. All he did was say two words.
âride it.â
He pointed at the bike with a movement of his chin, your face showed confusion, but he was applying the silent treatment. He never did it to youâ so thatâs how you knew to do what he says before making it worse.
So thatâs how you find yourself naked on his bike, trying to do the best you can to cum for a second time while Megumi watches, sitting on the chair jerking off his cockâ. the needy mushroom tip showing how close he was, his balls visible swollen because of how he was edging himself, making sure âto save as much cum to dump it inside of you and mark you as hisâ
Breed you like an animal the moment you wet his bike again, leaving marks that would last days, just so the other fuckers know to not get near anything that itâs his.
sukuna ryomen
He would ignore the bike tbh.
This man wouldnât care where he is, the moment he saw you next to his bike he knew he had to fuck youâ he knew you had to mark it with your arousal caused thanks to him and thatâs how he would remember you even far away from you.
But letâs be real now, this man would fuck you the moment he feels blood near his cock, it doesnât matter anything else than you and his cock. Just pounding inside you, breeding you, and training you while you ride him saying âitâs the same shit if you want to ride a bikeâ
Not that he'st wrong, but you wouldnât have a dick touching your g-spot everytime and something overstimulating your clit. But basically the sameâ yeahâŠ
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â naked in bed.
âąÂ°. *àżwhat are their reaction when they see your naked body waiting for them under the sheets?
âąÂ°. *àżNSFW, featuring : Law, Shanks, Zoro
Law
It was a long day, and he wanted nothing more but to rest in his bed and relax
You had other plans
You have been craving for his touch for such a while but never found the perfect moment to make a move
So you thought about doing something simple but clear: sleeping naked
You giggle to yourself when you hear your boyfriend slide open the door from the bathroom.
You stare at him shamelessly full with need and lust
Only his hips were wrapped around a way too colourful towel for him (you insisted to buy it for souvenir at an island) the water from his wet dark hair was slightly dripping down his toned back. You watched his beautiful tattooed body move as he was searching for his clothes, his tooth brush in his mouth.
You wanted to jump on him
He still hasnât noticed your little stunt and you donât believe he will until he gets into the bed
Law finally heads back into the bathroom to finish brushing his teeth and change into fresh clothes
As he gets out, his eyes connect with yours immediately. Your gaze barely left his silhouette and he has been quite aware of it.
He smiles as he approaches the bed and he quickly kisses the top of your head. He moves the sheets a little to get into them, until he stops and look at you.
âWhat-âŠâ
âWhatâs wrong?â You ask him with a smirk as you wrap your arm around his waist. Your chest pressed against his tank top. Law smiles
âYou never really let me rest, you know that?â
âItâs just another way to relaxâ you say to him as you feel his cold fingers brush against your skin. His lips press against yours and with his other hand, he cups your breast.
âIf you say so..â he whispers back before diving back into another passionated kiss.
Shanks
Your lips were hungrily attached to his as you two were caught in an intense making out session
It basically started off by some flirty comments from both side, a little kiss on the neck by Shanks and boom..
You found yourself hovering over Shank on the bed, desperately trying to get his clothes off
Then suddenly you got interrupted by a knock on the door, claiming they needed the captain for something
You two sighed frustrated and you got off your man and watched him leave horny and disappointed.
âI will be right back ok?â He reassured you with his familiar smile before closing the door behind him
You wanted to waste no time, so you took your clothes off, ready to just get right into it
As Shank opened the door again, his eyes fell on your naked upper body , leaving him confused at first, but it was soon replaced with a mischievous smirk
âSo eager, are we darling?â
His mouth closed around one of your nipples , bringing a moan out instantly out of you
âShanks please..â
âWe have time, letâs take it slowâ
Heâs such a cocky teasing asswhole
we still love him
Zoro
He always ripped apart some pieces of your underwear
Last night your thong barely made it alive, few days ago your bra lost an arm, one of your pantie didnât make it through the injury
You were two panties away from a penury of underwear and when you were sailing for days and days, you couldnât afford that
So you had to protest in your own way, and it was now to sleep naked so he wonât rip none of your clothes off
Zoro walked into your shared room with a cocked eyebrow when he quickly realized what was happening
âWhat are- why are you-â
âIâm protesting!â
âHuh?â
âYou carelessly rip my underwear off so I wonât sleep with them anymoreâ
He rubbed his face against his face before he broke in a silent chuckle. He smirked and looked you up and down.
âSure, doesnât seem like the big punishment if you ask meâ
âShut up and get to bed alreadyâ you spat back annoyed as you push yourself more against the wall to leave some space for him
âWho said we were gonna sleep?â
He smirked as he removed the sheets and pulled your body closer to him. He got to his knees and propped himself between your thighs.
âLet me apologize firstâ
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Saleswoman
Who would've thought Yuna made a good saleswoman...Well, I would have. Anyway, here's the fic for the week; originally, I was thinking of doing a Yuna gangbang fic, but then Eros presented a saleswoman concept I liked in a writer discord and thought would be easier than a gangbang.
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Yuna X Mreader
Having seen good reviews about the new mattress store, you look up the location. Your mattress has had a depression in it after years of use, and you needed another. The reviews praise the staff for their help in deciding. You set aside time to head out, ensuring you researched the different types of beds beforehand. You arrive at the store just a few minutes after they open; you take in the grand scale of it. You next notice how empty it was, considering the many reviews you thought the store would be full. You donât even see any workers as you walk through.Â
Shaking your head, you move through the store and look at all the different bed models. They had various kinds of technology, all meant to aid sleep, or so they claimed. You tested a few beds laying on them to see how they felt. You had decided beforehand you wanted something that was a little firmer, so you focused on those. As you tested another out, you shut your eyes, imagining what it would be like to sleep on it for years. This one was too firm, having very little give. You open your eyes to see the face of a young woman staring back at you. âHi! Welcome!â She greets you. You jump, shocked that you hadnât noticed her walk up to you. âOh, sorry for scaring you. My name is Yuna, and Iâll be your special aid today.â She says with a wide grin. You look the woman over as she fixes her hair. Yuna didnât look like someone who worked her. She wore a white sleeveless crop top from a nearby university and matching white shorts. Her red hair stood out against her clothing, attracting attention to her face.Â
âI saw you lay on a few models. Did any of them interest you further?â Yuna asks, her hand behind her back as she listens to your response.
âWell, there was the smart bed and one over there.â You say, pointing out a mattress that wasnât too firm or soft. âThe second one is what Iâm leaning toward. Itâs a lot cheaper.â
âThatâs true, sir, but the smart bed is much better for your sleep and other activities.â She states.Â
You find her comment odd, âOther activities?â It takes you a moment to connect the dots; when you realize what Yuna meant, she nods.
âYes, sir. I did mean that.â She states, âNow, if youâd like to test them out, please follow me.â
âBut I already did.â Youâre confused again, not understanding what she means.
âFor theâŠother activities. You need to follow me.â Yuna says, walking ahead of you. She checks to make sure you are following her, smirking as she sees you are. Yuna stops at a door at the end of the building, picking up a mounted phone. âHello? Yes, weâd like to test out the Genie smart bed and the Dura hard mattress. Okay, thank you.â Yuna hangs up and spins around on her heel. Itâll be just a moment; they have to set everything up. You see the hunger in her eyes as she looks you up and down. She licks her lips and smiles at you. âIâm sure youâll like the Dura brand, but the smart bed is the way to go. Iâm sure your girlfriend would love it.â
âI donât have a girlfriend.â You respond, fixing Yunaâs error. âWhy do you recommend it so much?â
âIt has a lot of nice features; I can show you soon,â Yuna says just as the phone on the wall rings. She picks it up, talks to the other person on the line, and grows her smile as she places the phone back on the hook. âEverything is ready; please come in.â Yuna opens the door; the room is decorated like any regular bedroom, with only one thing standing out: both beds you had been thinking about were set up in the middle. Yuna grabs your hands, taking you to the cheaper bed, placing her hands on your chest, and pushing you onto it. She lifts her shirt, her perky breasts bouncing slightly. âFirst one of the day,â Yuna whispers to herself as she places a hand on your crotch. Youâre taken aback at her advances but willing to go along with it. You wouldn't, couldnât deny her. She feels your bulge grow larger, her eyes widening for a moment as her lustful smile appears.
She unbuttons your jeans, pulling them down. Yuna giggles as she sees your bulge being held back by your underwear. She bends over, planting a kiss on your cock through your underwear, âYouâre so big,â She says with a giggle. Yuna pulls at the hem of your underwear, feigning shock as your cock pops out. You see her shining teeth as she smiles and grasps your cock. She strokes it gently, watching it fully harden in her hand. Yuna kisses the tip of your cock before tracing her lips with your cock.
You grunt her name; her warm lips surround the head, wrapping around it as her tongue moves across it at an agonizing pace. Youâre squirming, wanting her to do more. âRelax, baby. Iâll give you what you want in a minute.â She says, her hand pumping your cock as she moves closer to your ear. âOnce your cock is in my pussy, youâll see who I really am.â Yunaâs low, sultry voice sends shivers down your spine. She runs a finger down your chest until she returns to your cock, her lips pressing against it before separating and taking you in. Her tongue runs along the underside of your cock, slowly moving from side to side as she strokes the base of your cock.Â
âHow are you so good?â You moan out, throwing your head back as she takes more of you into her mouth. Yuna ignores your question for the moment, too focused on your cock to answer. Your hips buck, sending your cock into the back of her throat, surprising Yuna.Â
She pulls back, her saliva dripping onto your cock. âAh, if you wanted more, you could have just said so.â She pushes herself back onto your cock, making it disappear. You feel Yunaâs throat tighten around the head. You fall back onto the bed, lying down as you explode in Yunaâs mouth, sending waves of cum down her throat. Yunaâs cheeks fill with your semen, puffing up as she pulls away. You sit up slowly, watching her as she lowers her jaw to reveal a mouthful of cum. Yuna swallows it, moaning slightly as she revels in the salty taste.Â
Yuna takes a step back, undoing the button on her shorts and pulling them down, shivering as the cold air hits her cleanly shaven pussy. âMove back a little.â You follow her orders, centering yourself on the bed. Yuna crawls over you, her modest breasts swaying. She reaches down, grabs your cock, and runs it between her wet folds. Yunaâs soft moans arouse you further, making you want her more. She Presses the head against her entrance, slowly dropping on it. She takes a deep breath, groaning as she feels your cock stretching her. Yuna places one hand on her lower abdomen, feeling your cock make its way through her until it knocks against her womb. âYouâre tearing me apart,â She whimpers. âI need a moment.â Yuna focuses on the sensation caused by your cock.Â
You sit under her, desperate for more, her tight cunt feeling too good to just sit there. You grab her hips and begin thrusting, surprising Yuna. âIâm sorry, but I need you.â You moan, thrusting into her quickly. Yuna places her hands on your chest, trying not to collapse on top of you as you split her apart. You catch her expression, her furrowed brows and shut eyes showing slight discomfort as you knock against her womb. Yunaâs expression soon softens as the pleasure overcomes her.Â
Yunaâs moans echo in the room; her head tilts back. She looks to the ceiling as she feels her climax approaching. âIâm gonna cum.â She mumbles. You were still a little ways away from your climax. You speed up your thrusts, trying to cum with her. Yuna felt your cock piston in and out of her; she felt like a toy being used and was loving it. A delighted smile appears on her face as she cums on your cock, her walls tightening around you as you continue to ruin her. The young womanâs strength gives out, sending her onto your chest as you near your climax. She mumbles something; itâs inaudible initially, but Yuna repeats herself. âCum- cum in me,â she says. You moan Yunaâs name, repeating it as you impale her and shoot your cum into her pussy.
You feel Yunaâs walls milking you for your cum as you both start to relax. She stretches out her hand, pointing to the other bed. She gulps softly, saying, âWe have to try out the other one.â You nod your head, already tired. Running your hands along her back, Yuna shudders as she feels your hands come to a stop on her ass. You sit up, struggling slightly as you move over to the other bed with Yuna still having your cock inside her. She grabs a remote and holds down one of the buttons, causing the back to raise and letting you be in more of a seated position. You found it convenient. Yuna gives you a dreamy smile as she tosses the remote and begins moving.Â
Youâre seated position puts you much closer to Yunaâs breasts. You notice now her small brown nipples; they move softly as Yuna bounces on your cock. You lean in, dragging your tongue over one slowly, flicking it with your tongue at the end. She gasps, and her body shivers at your tongue's warmth.Â
âW- What do you think?â Yuna mumbles as she rides you like her life depended on it, her walls squeezing you as you hit her womb. You can tell Yuna is trying to speak more, but the pleasure sheâs receiving is making it difficult. Moans flow out from her as her walls tighten around you again. Yuna could give you no warning as she came. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she reached her second orgasm; her voice was becoming hoarse from her moans.
You get Yuna off you, laying her beside you. The moment you do, she turns to you, âYou didnât cum.â She says softly. âI want to feel your cum.â Yunaâs hand slithers down her body, spreading her lips for you. You stare at her glistening pussy, it makes you hard, and you find yourself unable to resist Yunaâs invitation. She grabs the remote, lowering the bed back to its original position. âThere, easier for you.â She says, licking her lips as she imagines you inside her again. âGo on, fuck me.âYou align yourself with her cunt and push in quickly, feeling like youâre being sucked in. Yunaâs moans bounce off the walls, fueling you to start thrusting. You lift her hips off the bed, giving yourself a better position and allowing you to go deeper into Yunaâs cunt. Each thrust creates a bulge that Yuna presses down on, making her walls tighten around you. Her moans grew louder; she was getting more pleasure out of it, too. Neither of you last long, your quick thrust making you both cum again. You collapse on top of Yuna, feeling parts of the soft mattress.Â
You watch her grab the remote, feeling the bed become firmer. âSo what do you think? How was the smart bed? Better, right?â Yuna mutters, slowly regaining her composure as time goes by.
âI think youâre right. It is better.â
âI told you.â She replies, a smile on her face.
You and Yuna hammer out the details as you lay beside each other, your cum oozing out of her cunt, and you end up buying the smart bed. You donât know if Yuna being naked at the end helped her convince you, but you were buying the bed. Yuna felt satisfied with herself. After you had left, she went to the staff room, skipping all the way there while still naked, happy to have made a good piece of commission on the sale. She showed off, annoying the others as they stood there watching cum run down her legs. You write a review for the store, writing about the helpful staff much like the others before you.
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The Bed Issue - Wanda Maximoff Oneshots
Summary: Another retake of Wandavision, this time, the scene with the two single beds.
Warnings: (+18) pure smut, enchanted strap, fingering, creampie, wanda is in charge but r tops, dirty talking, some typical Westview angst (brief reality alteration) but purely sinful | Words: 3.284k
A/N-> At this point, I feel I should start a new collection with all the scenes I rewrote. I miss writing series people, where are my ideas. Also, sorry if there are too many spelling errors, I wrote this on my phone (it's hard to be poor and busy). But good reading!
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The sign of two single beds in the room made you giggle right away.
Wanda, who walked in first, looked back at you with curiosity. Her gaze scanned your face as she asked: âWhat's funny, darling?â
Your eyes found her and a deep sigh escaped your lips, the ghost of that giggle still present in your expression.Â
âThe beds, Wanda.â You replied quickly, almost offended she couldn't see the absurdity of that. Maybe she was playing innocent. Or at least, that's what her confused gaze looked like. Another sign escaped you. âWhy would a married couple sleep on different beds, side by side?â
âWell, IâŠâ but she cut herself mid-sentence, her gaze shifted as if she realized that really didn't make any sense. âI guess you're right.â
The bed moved as quickly as her fingers - the wood jumping to the side to connect and transform into one bed. You smile, moving forward to kiss your wife's cheek.
âLovely tricks as always, darling.â You praise, catching the soft color rising up her skin before you step to the bathroom. But you comment again, giggling: âHow odd that was, two beds.â
Distracted by your own joke, you didn't catch Wanda's shoulder tension. And she could only force a smile, giving a quick gaze at your figure brushing your teeth while mentality praying that for the sake of her poor heart, you wouldn't notice any other weirdness tonight.
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A stupid tree.
A stupid tree branch against the window and things got out of hand completely. At least this time, in a good sense of things.
That is because Wanda found herself pressed into the bed, giggling at our bold hands under her clothes.
She remembers this teasing all too well. Beyond the sexual tension, and the teenage hormones, there was intimacy. You could always make her laugh, no matter the situation. Often, you would do that in inappropriate ones that's for sure. Just for the satisfaction of making her blush deeply when apologizing to whoever was around to testify you making a mess out of her. And then when in a situation like tonight, where it was too hard to breathe and too warm for a coherent thought - teasing fingers where she had tickles was the perfect way to ease her anxiety. To anchor her back and remember it's just you. Her best friend. Warming your way around her skin.
But things were a little - a lot - different in Westview. Neither of you knows why or how, or better saying, Wanda knew to a different extent than you.
When she brought the covers up your bodies, taking the lead for the night and expecting to meet your eagerness to kiss her again, she was met with more giggles.
She stared down at your shiny eyes, leaning into the hand you brought to her cheek.
âIt's too warm here.â You let her know softy, and yes, Wanda was quite aware. Kissing you was more than enough to heat her entirely, but doing this under the covers was a challenge. She could feel the sweat starting to drip. She was ready to say she didn't mind, maybe even kiss you to change the subject when you added: âWhy would you cover us anyway, darling? There's no one watching.â
It was meant to be a joke, obviously. You don't know. You couldn't know. And your eyes were innocent and your smile was sincere and Wanda hesitated.
Your hand remains on her cheek, the caress never stopping.
âDid I say something wrong? Where did you go just now?âÂ
She went outside. Outside the hex, all the way to monitors transmitting her sitcom of a fake life. But not really. Because she didn't consciously know about any of this. Yet, some part of her mind did know, and all the TVs that once exhibited her little show, now hold a Stand By sign.Â
Wanda was the one who threw the covers aside. The fresh air was well welcome but you're now distracted with the gorgeous woman moving to straddle your hips.
âYou're right, there's no one watching.â She says with the same urgency she burst open your pajama shirt. You don't understand the rush, but she looks too pretty for you to disagree. And Wanda purrs at the sight of your naked skin, biting her lips like a naughty child. âI missed you.â
You chuckle breathlessly, some confusion in your eyes. âI was with you all day.â
She shook her head, deciding now to control her tongue. If she doesn't want you questioning, she needs to stop saying things like this. So she forces a smile, shifting against your hips in a way that makes your breath catch in your throat. âI always miss my wife, I mean. Whenever she's not touching me.â
Even though you offer her a grin, there's a blush in your cheeks that goes down your chest and Wanda suddenly doesn't feel like talking anymore.
A feeling you two seem to share as you bring a hand to her face only to pull her down at you again. It's a heated kiss. With tongue and breathy whispers that turn her into needy sounds.Â
Even without the covers, it's soon too hot to keep clothes on.Â
You're the one who takes her nightgown off. Pulling down as your tongues dance together, until the item no longer hides the tits you started to play it.Â
Wanda's eyes are tightly closed as your mouth sucks her nipple. Your hand plays with the other while she struggles to breathe.Â
Her top needs to go, but so does all the other clothing. The nightgown barely reached the floor and you're already pulling at her soaked panties, eager to feel her inside.
âNeed this off you now, witchy.â The nickname makes her gasp. You haven't used it until now and it has been way too long since she heard. Since you-Â
No. No thinking about this, not now.
She forces herself back to the present, an easy task when she feels every inch of her skin burning with your touch. She needs to move away to take the item off but your hands hold her tight by the waist at the mere attempt of breaking apart.
She giggles breathlessly, aware of the new wave of wetness that dripped down with the feeling of your strong hands manhandling her back at her position, keeping her restless hips still. âBut you said you wanted it off.â She tries to ration, receiving only a growl in return. The next second, when your hands shift, the item is torn off her without ceremony.Â
âHey! It was my favorite.â She pouts in protest but you merely give her a husky chuckle.
âI'm sure you can fix it.â Comes as a teasing answer that Wanda couldn't contradict even if she wanted to - all previous thoughts are gone when your fingers reach her front and penetrate between her warm folds without a warning. You groan at the delirious feeling of her pussy against your fingertips while Wanda whimpers at the ceiling, trying to get used to the sudden invasion.
âFuck, you're so tight.â Your remark with a sultry voice against her ear. Wanda's arm circles your shoulder for some support while she feels the stretch of your fingers inside her. It's been a while since last time but dear God how she missed this. Her hips move on instinct and you have to chuckle at her impatience with herself. Your free hand moves to her lower back, caressing her skin while your fingers start to press your way inside her.
âEasy darling, I got you.â You guide, too deeply for her to give you any replies other than pleas and whimpers. The position might not be the most comfortable for you but it's amazing to her. Wanda can grind down and ride your fingers as she pleases and you can feel how close she's coming to her climax so you don't dare to stop. Your thumb moves to her clit, circling the nerve and she nearly loses it. The bedroom lights start to flash with the build of this orgasm and you stare at her in amazement only to be rewarded with her gorgeous flushed face while she grinds into your hand in nearly despair.
âFuck you're so beautiful.â You gasp, increasing the speed. The depth. Wanda breaks in a sob, her back arching. The first one is a charm. Your name is being screamed at the ceiling while you feel her wetness dripping down your hand. Unfortunately - or fortunately - it only makes you crave her more. She's still recovering from the intensity of this climax, all sweaty and flushed when you shift your hand. You're still inside her tight walls and your fingers start to pick up a pace again. She squeaks at the overstimulation, but her protest dies in your tongue sucking hers when you kiss her again.
Wanda's almost too distracted by the filthy of this kiss to notice how quickly her second climax is building - almost. There's a bite against your bottom lip that makes you groan when she breaks the kiss, unable to keep it up. Her hands grab at you for some grounding when she feels how close she is to come, stronger than the last time. You feel her nails piercing your skin when her orgasm washes over her and it's your time to moan at her ear.
Her body goes limp for a moment after this. It was two intense orgasms in a row after all. She just needs to take a breath.Â
You move your fingers out, sucking them clean and murmuring satisfied at her taste while Wanda struggles to recognize her surroundings.
When you can hold her with both hands again, you nuzzle at her cheek.
âEnjoying yourself, witchy?â You dare to tease her when she can feel how she's still leaking in your lap. Honestly, the nerve. Wanda let out a deep breath, pushing her momentarily tiredness away.Â
There's an easy smile on her lips when she finds your eyes again. âI am but I've been so selfish.â She starts with a particular accentuation of her ascent that she knows you drive you insane. She also watches as your breath catches and your eyes drift to her lips, mesmerized by every word. âYou must be needing me as well.â
But you tense at her nails screeching your belly, a worried frown coming at your expression.
âWanda⊠my powers.â The fear in your eyes is like a cold buck of water. Oh, yes, she forgot.
For the whole day, she forgot you had no idea of the life you two shared. Nothing outside Westview and this lovely fantasy. None of the creative ways you two once used to bypass the super strength issue. Your fear and hesitation at hurting her made perfect sense but the fact that she was the only one who could remember the whole history you two shared was still painful. Her expression probably gave her away and confused you even more. âI promise you this is more than enough for me. Bringing you pleasure is enough.â You add gently, but Wanda shakes her head, leaning in to kiss you. She leaves you breathlessly before breaking apart, taking some pride in the way you're blushing.
âDon't be silly, darling, there's plenty of things for us to do together. To please one another.â You gulp at her words and tone of voice, eyes following all of her movements. From the shift of her hips to the teasing of her fingers on the way down your pants. âI wanna try something I think you'll love it. Do you trust me?â
You nod immediately, watching as Wanda's fingers play with the hem of your pants. She giggles naughty at your anticipation and brings one finger up to your chin, to make you look at her eyes again.Â
âCan you use your words?â
âY-yeah.â You swallow, trying to win some composure back. It's not easy when Wanda Maximoff is naked and sitting on your tight. But you smile anyway. âOf course I trust you, witchy.â
She smiles at you, her eyes flashing a glimmer of naughtiness that makes your heart leap. You can't worry too much about that anyway - Wanda leans in to kiss you again. And it's the dirtiest one of the night. She takes the lead, pulling back now and then just to tease your tongue with the tip of hers, reveling at the way you pant and struggle to keep your hips still.Â
But suddenly, you feel the new pressure inside your pants. The odd sensation shifts your attention entirely but Wanda brings her hands to your neck and kisses you hard. You moan into her tongue, hands holding her tight by the waist until her spell is complete. She presses down into you and the kiss is broken with your needy awareness.
âF-fuck, is thatâŠ?â You open surprised and aroused eyes at her, looking down where your middles connect only to watch Wanda's equal affected state. Her trembling hands reach down at your pants, trying to pull the garment off.
âYeah, and I really need you inside now, alright baby? Think you're ready for me?â Her words are rushed as her fingers. Your pants and underwear are stuck in an awkward position on your thighs because Wanda is too impatient to wait another second. She grabs the hardness - barely giving you time to get used to the image or more important the feeling - of that scarlet strap magically placed there - before she sinks down.
It's a form of revenge, maybe. For the way you didn't give her time to prepare before, but what a sweet revenge that was.
The nearly animalistic grunt that escaped you when Wanda's cunt squeezed around you was a sound you didn't know you could make. She, on the other hand, rewards your ears with a pleasant deep moan while she adjusts to the fullness. There's also a new stretch. The toy is obviously larger than your fingers and goes deliciously deeper so Wanda needs to take a deep breath while she welcomes you in.
To her delight, not that you can remember this, but just like the first time you two tried, it's too much of a new overwhelming pleasure for you to handle. You came almost the same second you're bottom up. Tensing and shaking at the new feeling. You gasp, hands falling at the sides to grab the sheets that are torn apart while you hide your face into her neck and your climax washes over you.
Wanda giggles in amusement. The hot shot inside her feels as good as she remembers and you haven't changed. But the toy softening causes you to panic.
âS-sorry, god, I'm so sorry. I don't-â
âShh, it's okay.â She cuts your anxious babbling immediately, firming her legs around you and bringing her hands to hold your cheeks. âI know it feels like a real one, but it's not a real one.â She says and without any warning, grinds down at you, stealing all the air of your lungs. Wanda bites her lip before adding âSee? You're hard again already.â
You can't give her words. The only thing that leaves your mouth is a whine that makes her clench around you.Â
Suddenly, she's moving. Rough grinding before she's undeniably riding your strap and it's dirty and maddeningly sexy so your hands hold her hips and help her when her body starts to betray her wishes to keep going.Â
âOh, Wanda, you feel so nice.â You moan with your eyes closed, outside the shared grunts and your words, the only sounds of the room are the bed creaking and the soaked toy coming in and out of her. Your lovely wife decides to give you a reason to be louder. Her hands push you back at the bed and now you can see her in all of her glory. Her pretty tits bounce with the hard pace she takes on top of you. âW-wait. Easy, I can't hold it if you-âÂ
Her hands move yours - trying to slow her by the waist - away, locking your fingers together at each side of your head. Her hair makes a curtain for your faces but Wanda kisses you again. Your tongues are still moving together when you come first.Â
Because you're strong - stronger than her that is - scarlet magic holds you still, wrists and ankles when Wanda can't. She holds her climax just a little longer, enough to put on a show for your breathless figure under her when you are able to look up at it.Â
It's divine when it occurs - The silent scream, her frown before the blissed worn-out expression. The flags of the light, the room vibrating and her eyes bright red before the dark green meets your gaze again.
She smiles down at you, still shaking but somehow ready for another.
âEnjoying yourself aren't you, Avenger?â she repeats your words from before, but the nickname so often used for teasing makes you frown in confusion.
âWhat isâŠ? But she changed that before you could finish the question.Â
As quickly as it happened, the scene shifted as if the words never left her lips. You were staring at her, with uneven breathing and adoring eyes.
âIs this really necessary?â For a second, her heart leaped in fear. The possibility that you could tell she altered things. But your gaze shifted to the magic holding you still, and you offered her a pleading stare. âWonât you let me touch you?â
Wanda sighs, adjusting your hips and seeing the way your jaw tenses at the slight movement. You're still inside her, always magically stimulated to be hard no matter how many times you come. It made sense that you might be sensitive.
She bit her bottom lip, hands resting on your chest.
âBut you look so pretty like thisâŠâ She starts, leaning in as if going for a kiss. You sigh as her lips meet your cheeks instead, closing your eyes when you feel her smiling before moving down. âI like having you at my mercy.â
You hum, somewhat distracted by her soft grind against you. If you're hard again, that's not only the magic to blame but Wanda's warm pussy squeezing you still.
âBut I'm like this all the time.â you joke earning a husky giggle before she puts some distance between your faces again.
You let out a deep sigh when she pulls out the next second, catching her own soft groan at the emptiness. But your words fail you when you look down and see the mixed cum leaking from her and dripping down your abs.
Cursing under your breath a single âfuck.â at the image, you are not surprised at Wanda's naughty giggle.
âYou made such a mess, babe.â She teases, the toy still vibrating and it occurs to you that it doesn't just answer to your arousal, but hers as well.Â
âMe? You're the one who, you know⊠ride it. I didn't even know I would come through it.â You tried to defend yourself with rosy cheeks but Wanda is clearly teasing you. She giggles again, adjusting herself and causing you to shut up immediately.Â
âI think you should stop babbling and start cleaning your mess.â
You swallow hard when you realize she's still moving. Up towards your face. The bed makes a strong crack sound when you use all your strength to pull your hands free from her magic chains.
Wanda allows you to break free. Mainly because she loves to feel your hands holding her thighs open when you eat her out.
Some old habits never die.
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(Obey Me! mini fic. Contains suggestive content but is overall SFW)
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âHow are my brothers doing?â
Luciferâs voice sounded a little grainy over the phone. He must have been far away, or something somewhere was causing magical interference to the connection. It was nice that he had time to call and check in on things.
âEverythingâs great,â you confided. Things had been really calm in his absence and you felt confident the house would still be standing by the time he returned home. âWe just finished watching a movie. Belphegor fell asleep midway through, of course. Everyone else-â
âHeyâŠâ Asmodeus interrupted, leaning into your shoulder and putting his cheek against yours. His voice sounded extra raunchy. âI told you, if you keep touching me like thatâŠâ
âAsmo, Iâm on the phone.â
âYouâre going to make me⊠HnnghâŠâ He dug an obnoxious smile into your shoulder while continuing to make questionable noises.
You were about to apologize to Lucifer, but a yell from the other room made you jump. Asmodeus tried to repress a giggle as Satanâs voice rang out, loud and clear, âOh no! I just knocked over Luciferâs cursed record collection!â
You hadnât heard any crashes, nothing to indicate property damage had occurred. Thankfully, Satanâs good conscious wanted to keep you out of real trouble more than he wanted to torment Lucifer. That didnât prevent him from sarcastically lamenting, âwow! I accidentally stepped on a bunch and crushed them even more! That sucks. Oh well.â
A deep inhale, and a deep exhale. You remained calm. They were messing around.
The chewing noises that had been a constant all evening were suddenly gone. You cast a suspicious glance at Beelzebub on the next couch over.
âWeâre out of food,â he complained. The fridge had been filled to bursting that morning and there were two half-full bags of chips still in his lap. Belphegor lay face-down next to his twin with an open container of demonic chip dip balanced on his back.
âDonât worry! Yer big broâll take care of everythinâ! How many roasted griffon do you want delivered? Ten? Or should we go full catering?â
Mammon, back from his bathroom break, was fast on the uptake when it came to causing mischief. He wasted no time in flaunting money he didnât have while Beelzebub decided now was a good time to eat those chips. Mammon made sure to stand right behind you so his voice would carry into the receiver. âIâm always takinâ good care of my little bros, arenât I? Lucifer oughta put me in charge next time.â
Somebody snorted. You weaseled an arm out from under Asmodeus to rub your forehead. âCome on, guys.â
âMammon, where did you find Luciferâs backup credit card? I thought that was for emergencies only!â Leviathan cupped his hands around his mouth to amplify his voice. All the while, Satan kept shouting, âoops! Broke that, too!â and Asmodeus carried on with his lewd noises.
You held your mouth as close to the phone as possible, helplessly trying to block out the idiots. âYou trust me, right?â
âOf course. Iâm glad youâre taking care of things, everyone sounds like theyâre having fun.â Rather than mad, Lucifer sounded amused. There was a fondness in his voice. âThough, if the house is truly in dire straights, I have no choice but to come straight home without stopping for souvenirs. Be sure to convey that for me.â
You were happy to announce, âLuciferâs not getting you guys any souvenirs if you keep it up.â
The tomfoolery stopped immediately.
âWhuh?â âNo way!â âDoes that include picking up dinner?â âMy limited edition goods!â âHe canât do that!â
The cacophony of complaints almost caused you to miss the grainy voice over the phone. It said, âI donât like being away from you for this long. Iâll need you to give a one-on-one report of everything that happened as soon as I get back. Iâll see you tomorrow.â
There was a click, and the line went silent. You set the phone aside. The previously energetic gang looked anxious knowing that their big brother could be upset, even though they brought this upon themselves. Satan carried in a disc, in mint condition, muttering about how he found the sequel and will put it on.
âHeâs still going to get us gifts, right?â Leviathan asked. You shrugged.
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Not gonna lie, love the Only Human Series and some of the fluff you do.
Thinking of including this in my own fanfics, but want to see how you would make it. Hunter is a medic and a smart oneâŠ
How soon until she exploits the 141âs monster weaknesses?
Soap pinning you down only to give out to belly rubs, Gaz getting preened and his feathers ruffling when you hit the relaxing sweet spot, etc.
Cw: teasing, using vulnerabilities, tell me if I missed any.
At a certain point, youâd gotten tired of their shenanigans, the small pranks and fright they pulled on you when they felt especially cheeky. Gaz and Soap were the biggest culprits, their streaks of mischief the highest than any. Soap would jump you when you lounged around in the Task Forceâs personal red room, his round fingers finding a sensitive spot under your ribs and sinking into it with a conviction as strong as he had in battle. Gaz was the cheekiest of them all, throwing you a flirtatious grin before he swept you off your feet, pulling you left and right to appease his little need for attention, his talons finding comfort under your arms and teeth under your jaw.Â
Whereas Horangi and Rudy were more⊠mellow, their mischief calmer and rarer than the two first. Horangi, being a stalking feline, stealthily made his way around you, feet carrying him from shadow to shadow with utmost silence without alerting you of his presence and jumping at you when the moment was perfect. Rudy was the least problematic, his gentle soul a being of tenderness, yet still full of eager teasing, whispering sweet words in your ears while you worked, drawing your mind elsewhere until you shooed him off, still squirming in your seat.
You swore the others knew âyou knew they did. Ghostâs shoulders would shake in silent chuckles, his eyes warmly staring at you and Soap fighting on the couch after you fell down. Price smoked his cigar while he watched you, his shoulders slumped down and posture relaxed, unbothered by your screeching and Gazâs cackling. Alejandro, for all his sugary smiles, did little to hide his wide grin, enjoying watching your thighs clench and bite your lip when Rudy pressed himself against you, breathing flirtatious words in your ear. And König, the giant percht was consciously acting as a wall between you and Horangi, helping him get an upper hand into scaring you, his low rumble and big hands caging you between them after a scare, wandering over you until you scolded them.
You would get back at them âyou did. Soap was your first victim, the first out of eight that you would make him regret ever tiring you. You knew his tail was sensitive, the soft furs and the nerves connected to his spine made it especially prone to overstimulation, which made it your perfect weapon against him. When you found him relaxing on the couch, his body draped over it, tail swaying softly, you stalked towards him and pulled on it. He jumped, a loud moan slipping from his lips, his back shuddering as your brushed your hand from the base to the tip of his tail, his fur bristling up.
Horangi had the same vulnerability, his tail standing out like a red signal, dangerous and weak. This time, you used Königagainst him, walking as quietly as you could behind the percht, following them and only sliding aside when you found his tail curling upwards. Youâd never heard him screech as loudly as he did, his ears raised so high as he whipped around, cheeks flustered and eyes wide as he stared at you, his pupils dilated. Your stroked his twitching tail, smirking at his dark blush as he stumbled on his words, forcing him to curled towards you with shaky hands clutching your arm and waist. You turned a big, bad tiger into a small house cat.
Gaz was more tricky, you knew his wings were sensitive, the pin feathers prone to feeling the change of air current or touch but the muscle of his back, between both wings, was the most sensitive, it was robust, but a weak point for most flying hybrids. You teased him when he came for a check up, realising his wings had a few new feathers, short and young, still so new as they grew out of its root. You unconsciously brushed your fingers over them, gazing at his bare back ripple and tense, his sculpted back jerking and muscles moving at the slightest touch, then you found an excuse - you couldnât even remember - to knead his pectoralis muscles and watch him stiffle his moans and squirm beneath your touch.
Rudy was the hardest to pick at, he didnât have any animal characteristics or sensitive spots a monster would have, he - essentially - was a human with special powers. Then, you figured that you might as well give him a taste of his own medicine, turning the tables against him and tease him red. You had no qualms in hissing out promises and filthy secrets into his ear, your hands running over his shoulders and sliding down his arms, holding him still by the hips. You couldnât hold down the smile that kissed his lobe, feeling the skin warm with a fiery blush, listening to him stammer and choke down any whimpers that threatened to slip. It was your turn to leave him squirming and blushing, biting his lip to stop himself from following the sway of your hips, eyes bleeding out his need for your touch and affection.Â
Revenge tasted the sweetest when served cold.Â
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When I was your man...
Husband!Tyler Owens x Wife!Reader, Ex!Javi Rivera x Ex!Reader
Summary: 5 years ago you used to date Javi Rivera before the incident with your friends. You, Kate, and Javi all go your separate ways. What happens if 5 years later you all reunite and Javi sees you again married to a certain cowboy?
warning: Language, Javi being jealous, Mentions of sex but none, Javi is kinda an asshole and leaves a hand mark on Reader (you) and kisses you, use of Y/N
"Here let me help ya down sweetheart," Tyler says holding out his hand and helping you down from his truck as fans surrounded the truck of the run-down hotel with music blasting "Who that?" Kate asked Javi in the distance Javi rolled his eyes "Tyler Owens" he said before Scott jumped in "Hillbilys with a YouTube channel" Kate looked at the crowd as Tyler started to hype up the crowd.
After all the chaos some people started to leave pleased to have met The Tornado Wranglers. "Y/N?" you heard someone say behind you. You turned around to look at them "Kate? Hey" you said as she smiled at you "So I still see you Tornado Chase" She said holding her clipboard "Ya" You said looking at her just then you heard a familiar voice behind her "Kate you ready for-" Javi stops in his tracks as he sees you. "Y-Y/N?" he said before smiling nervously "Hey how are you doing" He said before hugging you tightly. He felt your body tense up as you slowly hugged him back. "Hey Javi," You said before slowly pulling away "I'm alright..you?" you asked him as he smiled "Been better but more happy to see you"Just then you felt an arm around you.
"Hey sweetheart," Tyler said looking at Javi "Javi.." he said as Javi started to connect the dots "Your dating Tyler Owens!?" he said his voice getting angry as Tyler smirked cocky "Married actually" he showed Javi your wedding ring "Married?! What the fuck!?" Javi yelled as Kate pulled Javi back "Javi we have to go.." she said dragging him away to his group and his van. Tyler kept on smirking watching him get dragged off "Didn't like how touchy he was being had to come to rescue ya" He said stealing a kiss from your lips as you giggled.
"So that's your ex?" Tyler chuckles "Really upgraded since then" He smirked at you as you frowned "Me and Javi didn't end on good terms but don't say that about him..." You said as Tyler looked at you
"He dumped you and you worried about his feelings still sweetheart?" he said raising his eyebrows, making you frown more at him. "Just forget it hon," he says grabbing your hand and walking to your hotel room with you.
A few days went by and the air felt tense you could cut it with a knife Javi kept looking at you trying to find any chance to talk to you without Tyler and anyone else around "Why him?! Out of everyone you married him!?" he yelled as you kept walking away from him. As you kept walking he pulled you back to him and made you look at him. His face was angry "I'm talking to you" He said in a whisper "You dumped me Javi not the other way around...you have no right to choose who I marry and who I don't...you, not my boyfriend anymore... I like to keep I that way.." you said pulling your arm away and look at the hand mark he left. "Don't you remember all the good times we had..." he pleaded with you like that would change your mind.
"Y/N..." he said leaning in close to your face "Remember all the fun times...when we went out...when we stayed in...when we got drunk and we would have the best sex ever...?" he said with hurt in his eyes "Javi.." but before you could finish he grabs your cheeks and pulls u in for a kiss. You jump back quickly "Javi what the fuck!?" you yelled at him as he stared at you "I.." you didn't let him finish "I'm married! And you can't just come back into my life 5 years later after dumping me feeling sorry for yourself!" you kept yelling which made a lot of people including Kate and Tyler who looked at each other and started to walk towards you both.
"What's going on here?" Asked Kate before Tyler was by your side quickly "You harassing my wife?" Tyler asked his voice getting serious which was a very rare sight. Javi looked at you "Y/N....remember when I was your man...?" he asked his voice still pleading with you. You felt Tyler's body tense up at Javi's words and he clenched his jaw in anger as Kate pulled him away again as he kept yelling. Tyler looked at you "What was that about..?" he says "I-I don't know!" I said and he sighed and grabbed your hand and kissed your wedding ring before pulling you to him gently and hugging you as you hugged him back.
Tadaaaaaaa all doneeee!! Lmk if you like!! send as many requests as you want!!
Part 2 coming soon:
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Hello nani!! I just wanted to say I just read your all of me logan x reader and I love it! Was wondering If you could do logan x reader smut with the song ride by somo (been having it in my head for a while) but if you can't that's fine keep up the awesome work love!!
Ride .
â© logan âwolverineâ howlett x mutant!femreader
âȘmy body on your body baby, stickin like some glueâŠâȘ
â© you usually donât sleep with your coworkers, but during this missionâŠ.the tension between you two becomes unbearable.
â© tags: nasty, slutty sex, sex in a car, riding, oral sex, creampie, rough fucking, everything is slutty when it comes to him, jealous logan, you are a teacher at the Xavier school for the gifted, added some plot too, you can control any form of matter, liquid is your fave thoâŠ
â© note: hello! thanks for the req, anon this song choice đââïž Iâve got freaky followers! also had xmen/x2 wolverine in mind. song at the bottom of the page!
Charles left you in charge for today, something he does once every two months with his head teachers. He did it so you guys could gain experience and know how to take charge if something ever happened to him. It happens more frequently than youâd think.
Before you, it was Storm and she did an amazing job. Everyone loved her as the schoolâs professor, there were less accidents within the school and more mutants had come too. Unlike Scott, who was more brutal with his approach, leading to some students leaving the academy. Charles was upset and even though he didnât show it, everyone knew it.
However, unlike those two, Logan was a little more reckless with his approach. Thereâs was fight breaking out almost everyday, but those same fights were mended that same day they happened. Plus, tons of students joined just because they heard THE Wolverine was there. He mightâve been a dick most of the time, however he had a heart.
And thatâs why you decided to partner up with him for todayâs mission. Well, that was partially true. In all honesty you had the biggest crush on him and you wanted to get the opportunity to be with him all day. Hoping to get the chance to jump his bones.
You entered the conference room with a smile, your chunky, patent leather boots echoing against the wooden floors; turning your coworkers attention over to you. Your hair flowed beautifully as you made your way in front of the round tables cleaning your throat while looking at their facesâyour eyes lingering on Loganâs a little bit longer, before you spoke.
âCharles left me in charge for this month. For my very first day, i expect great results! In order for great results to happen, we have to put in the effort. I compared the results from the last couple of months. Logan and Storm, the two of you were outstanding. Quantity of students and Quality of missions were in our high range, however with you ScottâŠâŠwe were very low.â You turned your attention over to him, watching his body tense up and earning a chuckle from Logan.
You cleared your throat before continuing, âThis isnât to bash anyone, but to help us grow as a school and as teacherâs. These mutants come from all over to us because we understand them. They want to be comfortable and not reminded of their past lives. So, in order for this all to happen, im giving you all new partners.â There was some whispers as they turned to look at their current partners.
âStorm and Jean, you two are together. Hank and Nightcrawler, Scott and Colossus. Logan?â He pulled out his cigar and connect his eyes with yours.
âYouâre with me.â
The two of you walked side to side as you approached the schoolâs parking lot passing the variety of cars, on the way to your own. âSo, whatâs this mission about?â He spoke from behind you, his eyes following your hips as you walked, trailing down to your ass and how heavy it looked in those black leather jeanâs you were wearing.
âWeâre looking for a mutant named Cupid and no heâs not the blonde bitch from Olympus.â You cursed, earning a chuckle from Logan.
Finally reaching your car, Logan was amazed at your taste. Your car was a matte black dodge charger, with lightly tinted windows and matching leather seats. He hopped in the passenger seat while you occupied the driverâs. âTell me more about this love bastard,â now you were the one to chuckle. God was he hot.
âCupidâs been causing a lot of issues in city, he currently resides in a small town and the mayor has asked for our help. His powers are based on two emotes everyone has. Love and Hate. He can control a person based on those emotions.â You pulled out of the lot, driving to your missionâs destination.
âNow, we can either do this Charleâs way or my way.â He turned to you, with an eyebrow raise, puffing on his cigar.
âAnd what way is that?â
âYouâll have to wait and see, baby~â
The car ride was quiet, besides your radio playing and the sound of his breathing while puffed on his cigar. However, Logan took glances at you from here and there. Watching how your eyes would gleam as the sun hit it, how you would bob head to the songs you liked, and those lipsâŠ.god your lips looked heavenly. He could stare at those all day, wishing he could kiss them forever.
âLogan?â You called out and he snapped out of his days, looking around before looking back at you. âYou okay? Weâre here.â You raised an eyebrow and he nodded, the two of you stepping out of the car and approaching the apple green house.
You lead the way, while Logan watched your back. Those hazel eyes stuck on your derriĂšre. âI donât know exactly how he uses his powers, so just be on your game, Lo.â You turned your head slightly, giving him a small smile before turning around to knock on the white door. A few seconds after, a male appeared wearing a ruby red robe and blue boxerâs, pinching his nose as he sniffed.
You turned to look at your partner before back at the mutant. âAre you, Ezekiel?â You asked, a smile on your face while Logan wore his usual resting face. âDepends, are you the cops?â He asked, eyes falling from yours and onto Loganâs before going back to yours. You shook your head and smiled once more.
âDo you mind if we come in? We arenât going to hurt you, we just wanna talk.â He said nothing, studying both of your faces before turning away; letting you both in. You followed after him, looking around his houseâtrying to understand him before speaking with him. Logan watched as the kid plopped on his messy couch, pulling out a small trinket and sniffing the contents. He let out an exasperated sigh and locked eyes with Logan.
âWant some?â
âIâm good, bub.â You finally joined them and sat down in the small chair across from him, Logan opting to stand besid youâcigar in the corner of his mouth.
âWeâre from the Charles Xavier school for the gifted mutants. We heard about the little trouble youâve been causing here.â He looked at you and relaxed on the couch, smirking.
âTrouble? I just help those that needed it, isnât that what you do? I heard about this schoolâŠ.this Xavier guy seems like a quack. Not interested, but if you lose the top, I might be convinced.â You could sense Loganâs mood change and you held your hand out, letting him know that you had this. Guess itâs time to do it your way. Sorry Professor.
You slowly undid the buttons that held your black button up together, freeing some of your cleavage, making both Logan and Ezekiel look at you. You stared at him, smirk etching onto your face while you used your powers on the cocky mutant. He started to choke and gasp for air, causing Logan to look at him and then at you.
âListen, do you want to die? These people are going to get fed up with you quite soon and when they do, they wonât stop until they hunt you down and have your dumb blonde head on a stick. But why wait for that when I can do it myself?â Your tone was cold and your eyes had darkened, scaring the mutant. His pale face was turning a shade of pink and Logan was getting worried.
âPrincessâŠ.â He started off, but you held your hand out again. âWhat do ya say? Want me to kill you? Or will you let us help you and keep you safe?â You released the pressure on his throat, letting Ezekiel catch his breath. He nodded and let out a breathless okay, and you smiled; quickly buttoning your top back up before standing on your two feet.
âGood, see you at the school. Logan, give him the card.â You said leaving the two men in the house. Logan dropped the card onto the dark oak coffee table, before looking at the mutant.
âDude, sheâs crazy!â
âTell me boutâ it,â He muttered on his way out.
You sat in the passenger seat while Logan drove, looking out the window, in complete silence. There was some obvious tension there and you were trying your best to find out why.
âLogan? Is there something wrong?â You turned and looked at him, eyes dancing across his face. He was silent and then he looked at you, his mouth painted with a scowl.
âYeah there is.â
âWhat is it?â He said nothing and you continued to look at him, before he pulled the car over on the side of the road, putting it in park and turning it offâunbuckling his seat belt along with yours.
âThink that was okay? What you pulled back there? Showing him whatâs mine?â Your eyes widened and you could feel a throbbing sensation below, you crossed your legs in your seat and kept your face unreadable. Seeing you show off your breasts to the mutant had Logan seething, those were for his eyes only. You were his.
âDid Cupid use his powers on you? You okay.ââ He cut you off and pulled you by your hair, forcing your face towards his and pressing his lips onto yoursâwhich you happily accepted. His lips were so intoxicating and you couldnâtâdidnât want to pull yourself from them. Finally getting what you wanted and when he pulled away, spit trail following, you whimpered; eyes plagued with arousal.
âLoganâŠâ you whispered and he chuckled. âI know princess, I can smell how much you want it.â He patted his lap and you practically hopped out of your seat and into his lap, reconnecting your lips while grinding against his bulge that pressed into your middle.
Both of your hands roamed each otherâs bodies, kissing and licking on each otherâs sensitive spots, the car steaming up from your actions. Soon, you couldnât bear the teasing anymore and you slowly pulled your clothes off; your top along with your bra being flung into the passenger seatâwhile you continued to occupy his lap.
His large hands cupping your breasts, earning a soft moan from you, before he replaced his hands with his mouth; his warm tongue glued onto your sensitive nipples. You couldnât help your moans, hands tugging on his hair, lower half grinding on his clothed cock.
âPlease LoâŠ.neeed you to fuck me,~â You begged, moaning when he put your nipple in between his teeth, teasing it lightly.
âGotta taste you first. Get that pretty ass in the back, princess.â You happily hopped in your carâs back seat, tugging your jeans off your thighs while he climbed in the back right behind you, pulling the jeans completely off of youâputt them with the rest of your clothes.
He eyed your half naked body, licking his lips while he trailed down from your face to the wet spot that appeared on your dark grey panties. âSo wet for me. Never give this pussy up, okay?â He spanked your clothed cunt, making you yelp out and nodded your head; bottom lip between your teethâwatching his every move.
He pulled off his leather jacket, and unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down to his ankles; his muscles practically ripping through his beater. Both set of lips flushed with wetness, ready for whatâs to come next and when he connected his mouth with your sopping wet cunt after tearing those panties off yaâyour eyes immediately rolled back into your head.
Loganâs own eyes closing after tasting you, savoring how sweet you tasted. He had been thinking about this ever since he met you. He had fantasized about you every night, dreaming about you cumming all over his face. And now here he was, fulfilling his wish.
His tongue lapped up your juices like he was a dog drinking from his bowl, sucking on your throbbing clit; making you let out a series of moansâhands connecting with his hair again. âF-f-fuckâŠ.feels soo good, Loâ.â He hummed in response, lips still attached to your cunt while he added two fingers into the mix, pumping in and out of your wetness.
You were a babbling mess, moving your hips up and down; almsot riding his faceâorgasm seconds away and you desperately needed to let go. âGonna cum for me princess? Go ahead, cum all over my face. I need to taste how gushy this cunt can be.â
He was so nasty with his words, you couldnât help but to let go; cumming all over his face and creaming on his fingers. Logan didnât stop lapping up your juices or fucking your with his fingers, he kept goingâwanting to drain all of you, until you had to beg him to stop. You pulled him up by his hair and smashed your plump lips on his, tasting yourselfâmoaning while he palmed your still throbbing cunt.
You pulled away and pulled his boxers down by the hem, freeing his cock; his eyes glued to yours as you immediately went to rubbing on his head. His translucent slick melting into your hands while you rubbed and jerked his mushroom tip. You watched his face contort with pleasure, his hips slowly pumping up into your fist.
âStop teasing me, princess.â He let out a small whimper and you felt a heartbeat shoot through your core after hearing it. Logan watched as you spread your legs across his lap, squatting and angling his dick at your entranceâlowering yourself down and hissing from how he stretched you out. He was so big, pushing your walls past its normal limit. It had been a while, but none of them had ever reached his size.
âSo bigâŠâ his hand fell on your hip, fingers grasping onto your ass, holding you when you finally lowered down onto him all the way.
âI know baby, but you can take it.â He slapped your ass making a slutty mewl leave your lips. You stayed like that for a moment, cunt clenching and unclenching around him before you started to bounce on him. You gasped as his tip practically kissed your cervix, his dick so deep inside of you.
But, as you continued to move, that threshold of pain vanished and was replaced with pleasure. You happily bounced on his dick, skin clapping with each move you made; his lips ghosting yours as your face was mere inches apart.
âJust like that, princessâŠ.shit,â You were so fucking tight and wet, cunt so slippery, creating a sheen of wetness on his cock. The mutant never had anything like this and he wasnât going to give it up to anybody.
âShowing off those pretty titties to other men? Fuck, i could kill him. Want me to do that?â He grunted, pushing your hips down, making you take him even deeper. You shook your head and gripped onto his muscular shoulders, keeping steady as you bounced.
âN-noâŠI'm sorry, daddy! Fuckâyouâre reaching so deep, Logan!â You were clinging to him so tightly, the man was losing it. He pushed you all the way down, big rough hands gripped your waist, while his tip was pressed right in your cervixâbefore he scooted halfway off the car seat and pushing your torso closer to his, proceeding to drill your cunt sloppy.
The loud squelching noise combined with your sweet noises was enough fuel for the wild mutant. Your ass jiggling with each movement, rocking the car as you bounced. You were close, so close now and he felt it. Felt how your walls were spasming around his girth and how louder your moans got when he hit that spot over and over. And he was right behind you too.
âLet it go, princess. Cum for daddy~â His voice was deep and sensual, adding to the intense pleasure you were receivingâmaking it easier for you to cum. You were seeing white as you came; nails digging into his shoulder blades while gushing all over his cock.
And as he continued to split your cunt in half, his own release came down hard and he was pumping milky white ropes inside of you. He growled in your ear, sending shivers down your back and straight to your cuntâearning a stream of clear arousal from it, drenching his cock and the seat beneath him. You had never squirted before and with Logan being the first, had you deeper in love than you were ever before. You were his for the taking.
After cleaning you up and helping you get dressed, Logan left you in the backseat of your car before starting the car up and continuing with the drive to the mansion. He kept his eyes on you in the rear view mirror, watching you as you slept; a smile etched on his face before he placed a cigar into his mouth.
He was in love and he was never going to lose you. You were his best rider after all.
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Hard Launch
Caitlin Clark X Fem Blurb
Synopsis: After dating for a year Caitlin decides today would be the best day to hard launch your relationship together.
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You reply to a few of the comments under Caitlinâs post seeing a few comments from some fans that made you smile at how supportive they were. That didnât take away from the trolls and rude comments as well but you ignored them because the good comments out weighted the bad.
Caitlin comes over to you on the couch slinging her arm around your shoulder, looking over you to see your phone âSee I told you people would support usâ she says proud of herself and her fans for making her right, once again.
âBut some people said thisâ You point to some of the mean comments dissing your relationship. Reading the comments Caitlin grabs your phone shutting it off and putting in her pocket âSo what? Those are a few random people your never gonna meet in your life. Who cares what they say I love you and thatâs all that matters right?â Caitlin asks you her hand coming to hold your cheek in place so she can look at you.
Eye contact was always important to her, she loved looking into your eyes knowing you were looking back at her. You nod leaning into her hand âYeah I know I love you tooâ you say quietly, that is she werenât sitting infront of you herself she wouldnât be able to hear you.
Her hand pulls you closer to her until your lips connect, you kiss her back. This wasnât a normal kiss it was her showing you how much she loved you. The kiss was soft and slowly her hands holding you to her, all she wanted to do was protect you from the world. She never kept your relationship a secret more so private, for the past year she was scared for you, and what the fans would say or do to you. But with all the media and fame she has gotten, with getting drafted she wanted the world to know she was yours and you were hers. She loved you more than anything, thatâs why you moved with her all the way to Indiana, so she could live her dreams with you by her side the whole time.
Caitlin pulls away from the kiss first, her thumb caresses the side of your face âYou mean everything to me you know that right?â she asks you. This isnât the first time she asked you something like this, she always made sure you knew how much she loved you and cared for you.
âYeah I know you mean everything to me too thatâs why weâre here with me by your side while you live out your basketball dreamsâ You reply to her your hand coming to hold her waist, rubbing up and down on the soft skin under her shirt. Caitlin visibly relaxes when your hands touch her skin, her eyes softening as she looks at you.
Now the whole world knows you together, which means she can show you off to everyone as her girlfriend. Caitlin jumps up from the couch âCome on get ready letâs go out so everyone can see youâre my girlâ she beams excitedly.
Your furrow your brows âBaby you all ready posted it. Who are we seeing outside?â you ask her confused as her hands pull you up from the couch. She shrugs âI donât know fans maybe, someone, a rando I donât careâ she tells you dragging you into your shared room.
All Caitlin could think about was how you were her girl and everyone now knew it.
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trying for one (hugh jackman x female reader)
summary: babysitting and playing with your niece made your husband, Hugh, think about starting a family. however, the conversation and idea of it makes you nervous, but Hugh's there to soothe your worries.
word count: 1.5k words
notes: i've been in a fluff and soft mood since the upcoming workload for my finals will definitely make me burnt out. so, don't expect some smut coming (unless inspiration strikes). enjoy!
âCan I play with you again, aunt [Y/N]?â
The joyful giggles of the little girl jumping on the carpet filled Hughâs apartment. You get infected and chuckle at the wondrous excitement of your niece, Penelope. Her adorable plush, a brown teddy bear holding a heart, gets dragged on the ground by its feet. You playfully run after her as Penelope runs to the kitchen, still giggling.
âUncle Hugh, Aunt [Y/N] is chasing me!â Penelope takes a glimpse behind and sees you slowly running towards her. She comes into contact with Hugh, whoâs cooking dinner and baking some chocolate chip cookies for your niece to snack on later. Hugh laughs at Penelopeâs energy and attempts to hide from you by holding onto his leg.
You tease Penelope and shriek, âYou canât hide away from me, Penny! I can still see you.â The little girl hugs Hughâs leg tightly, with the teddy bear joining in. She playfully rubs her face as she closes her eyes. Hugh stops stirring the soup and looks down at the young girl.
âDonât worry, Penny. Youâre safe with me,â Hugh joins the game as he laughs at you, defeated that you canât quickly grab your niece. Penelopeâs grip on her uncleâs leg was firm and Hugh was equally too. You sit down on the floor and give a fake pout, signaling defeat. Hugh and Penelope burst out laughing at your expression. You put your hands up and sigh to your niece that you give up on chasing her. Also, dinner was starting soon, and you didnât want a hyper child bothering you and Hugh.
You stand up and grab Penelope, who has now stopped hugging Hughâs leg. Carrying her to the living room, you caress her hair and tell your niece how tired you are already. Her giggles filled the apartment again as she poked your cheek, teasing how you had given up already because of her uncle. Hughâs eyes softened, and the sides of his lips creased as he saw the two of you cleaning up Penelopeâs toys sprawled on the carpet. He admired how comfortable you were at babysitting your niece. It didnât feel like a chore but, instead, an opportunity for the two of you to connect more. Having Hugh as Penelopeâs uncle was an added benefit, as the three of you would roleplay as the X-Men. Your niece loved that the Wolverine was her uncle and was often excited when your older brother would ask you to take care of her.
The topic of starting a family with Hugh has come up several times; however, the schedules clashed, and there was no time to get pregnant without a film shooting, press tour, awarding, and any event getting in the way. In spite of that, you and Hugh wanted to raise children, and with you babysitting Penelope occasionally, your husband was more than eager to start it as soon as possible.
After a wondrous dinner with Penelope mimicking Hughâs character by growling and her countless tales of boasting that her uncle is Wolverine and her aunt is a famous actress, you were glad that her eyes began fluttering. You dressed her in comfortable pajamas and waited for her to sleep soundly in the guest bedroom. The peaceful sight of your niece dreaming while hugging her teddy bear made your heartstrings tug. You wanted to start a life, a new chapter where you and Hugh would have some little mini meâs running and playing around the house.
You close the lights and the door, then make your way to the kitchen, where Hughâs cleaning the dishes. The look of domestic life on your husband produced butterflies in your stomach. He was tender and hugged you every day, and your heart became warmer. Hugh was a complete packageâhe could cook and clean, had a great sense of humor, was a gentleman, and many more qualities that you couldnât list off in a day. Having him as your husband was great, but him being the father of your children was beyond that.
You embrace Hugh from behind and kiss his shoulders, eliciting a surprised hum from him. You swayed and lightly sang some sweet-nothing as your husband washed the dishes. The lights of New York City sparkled in the dark blue sky; it looked like stars twinkling for the two of you. You closed your eyes and rested your forehead against Hughâs broad back. You sighed and hugged him tighter, trying to find the words to start the conversation.
Hughâs profound yet silky soft voice broke the silence, âGot something on your mind, darling?â Your throat seizes up as you are still nervous to bring up the topic. But what were you scared of? Hugh was comfortable with starting a family, and so were you, but the current schedules and the combined fame of the two of you could be the downfall of the marriage. You saw some of your famous friends getting divorced after having children, and the media dragged the story until they found a new one. You know your marriage with Hugh wonât end up like that; however, time can deteriorate the relationship and you donât want your future children to be affected.
âA lot, actually, but donât mind me, Hugh,â you whisper and lightly rub your face against his wool sweater. Hugh hummed at your answer as he took the towel to dry his arms. He turned around to see you looking down and lightly playing with your fingers. Hugh knew what you were precisely thinking, so he grabbed your hand and guided you to the living room. You rest your head on his shoulder, fussing with the blanket. Hugh wrapped his arm around your waist, smelling the floral scent of your hair.
âIs it about Penelope?â Hugh gently pressed the question, starting the family conversation. You look up, and your gaze softens as your eyes begin to water. Hugh softly grabbed your face and passionately kissed you. The taste of his lips and the way your tongues danced assured you that Hugh would listen and understand you. You broke the kiss and gently tickled his chin. Hughâs arms were now rubbing your back, patiently waiting for your answer.
âWell, itâs almost about her. I just had a thought, and I hope you wonât beââ
âIs it about starting a family?â Hughâs eyebrows raised as he finally asked the central question of the night. You nervously chuckle and avert your gaze away.
Hugh ran his fingers through your hair and softly whispered, âDonât be scared of that, [Y/N]. Iâve always wanted to have children with you, and seeing you taking care of Penelope made me want it to happen faster.â You sighed and finally told your husband how scared you were to start a family with your careers and the fame that could kill your marriage. Your voice trembled at the thought of having a broken family, and the media and internet wonât ever let the two of you forget it.
Hugh waited for you to let out all of your emotions, and when you cried on his chest, he silenced and massaged your back. He made sure that all of your worries faded into the night. While he didnât want the conversation about starting a family to make you cry, Hugh was happy that you brought up your fears instead of hiding them from him.
âWe havenât tried yet, [Y/N]. You donât have to be scared. Iâm always here for you, no matter what,â Hugh soothingly reassures you that his love for you wonât go away. You hugged him tighter as if he was going to be taken away from you. Hugh gently sang your favorite song as he kissed every spot that would cure your fears. Your heart followed the soft melodies he was singing and felt every light in the city guiding you to Hughâs light again.
You looked up at your husband and wiped your tears with your shirt. Your tear-stricken face displays little hope as you ask, âAre we going to try right now?â
Hugh lightly chuckled and answered, âOf course, my darling. I want to start a family with you. However, I want you to be relaxed. I donât want you to be scared and worried. Always remember that I will be here when we have our first child.â
You crack a little smile as Hugh continues to soothe every worried area of your body and soul. You sleep on his chest and dream of the day when the two of you finally tried having a child that would blossom into a beautiful family. Hugh carried you to the bedroom, akin to how you took Penelopeâs sleeping figure, covered you with blankets, and hugged you tighter. His eyes softly gazed and prayed that your anxieties would be gone by the morning. The night sky took your darkest thoughts of starting a new chapter with Hugh, and as the sun broke, the hopeful idea of trying for one finally filled your heart.
eudaimaniacs - 2024
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The beginning - Remus x Potter!Reader
How I imagine remus and potter!reader first got together as part of my remus and potter!reader secret relationship au! find more about them in my marauder masterlist warnings: talk of sex, interrupted kissing, nosey sirius and marlene. 0.8k wc
It had been wrong of Remus to look at you that way, and even worse to think of you that way, especially when your brother - one of his closest friends - sat to his right, legs spread wide enough for their knees to lightly touch. However, he couldn't help it. Not when you'd giggled with Lily, throwing your head back to take a shot because of Sirius's statement 'Never have I ever had sex in a public setting.' James had made a disgusted sound, looking away from his sister, still completely innocent in his eyes. Remus's eyes had widened, gaze connecting with yours across the circle of friends as you wiped your bottom lip with your thumb, sucking on it lightly to drink up the rest of the alcohol. He raised an eyebrow at you when you winked at him, turning away to ask the next question.
Sure, Remus's long lasting crush on you had always raised thoughts in his mind, like what kissing you would feel like or if you'd hold his hand underneath the desk during classes. But the reality of you being in someone's arms as they made you cum where anyone could walk in made his thighs want to clench, an open door of perverted thoughts flooding his mind. He only prayed that James didn't notice the way he cleared his throat, eyes tearing away from you when crossed your arms over your midriff, pushing your tits together to create more cleavage. Sirius met his eyes then, a playful smirk on his face that had Remus's heart dropping in fear of being discovered.
"I'm going to grab a butterbeer." You'd called out, hands bracing themselves on the couch behind you so you could push yourself up to your feet. Blindly, Remus felt himself following you, freezing to ask the protective boy next to him "Want anything Prongs?" But your brother had only shook his head, eyes of his own stuck on his girlfriend. At the make-shift bar, you'd popped open two butterbeers before holding the bottle opener in the air for Remus to take. "Sorry." he muttered when his fingers grazed over yours. You turned your body towards him, mumbling "Have I got you flustered over there Rem?" His heart jumped at the nickname, goosebumps forming along his skin when you lifted an arm to rest on his lean bicep. "Sorry, I just didn't think- didn't think you'd be the type to... well, you know."
He turned to face you after opening his own bottle, looking down to find your hands empty. He placed his own bottle on the table next to yours, taking a deep breath. "Why? Think about me having sex a lot, do you?" Remus gulped at your words, glancing over to where James sat, beckoning Lily over to sit next to him. She, however, was looking directly at your interaction. When Remus looked back at you, a smile was tugging at the corner of your lips, and he had almost forgotten that you'd asked a question. "I think about a lot more than just sex with you." Both your eyes widened in shock at Remus's confession, and it only then became clear to him that he might have had too much to drink.
Your smile had turned into a full Cheshire cat's grin, and you took a step closer to the taller boy, intertwining your fingers with his. "That's good, because I think about you too. You know, sex and all." Remus laughed as you slapped a hand over your mouth, a horrified look taking over your features. "Oh my god. Remus I am so sorr-" But your words were cut off when he cupped your cheek, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to your lips. When he pulled away, you unanimously turned towards the fireplace where all your friends sat, making sure none of them had seen your exchange.
Sighing a breath of relief, you grabbed Remus's hand, rushing to lead him out of the common room and into the dark hallway where you finally pressed him against the stone wall, pushing yourself onto your tippy toes so you could give him a proper kiss, which he gladly returned, hands wandering below your hips to grab your ass, and using his grip to pull you impossibly closer to him. "Wow, that is one intense kiss." The teasing voice had you separating yourself from Remus with large steps backwards as he stayed leaning against the wall, his jaw slack. Sirius and Marlene stood with identical poses; hands on their hips and smirks on their faces. "Yeah, if you were wondering, the sole purpose of us coming out here was to spy on you." Added Marlene, holding her hand out, which Sirius immediately high-fived.
"Don't tell my brother!"
"Don't tell James!"
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synopsis: every moon has their own star. and tsukishima loves his little star the best
â warnings: SO MUCH FLUFF, dad!tsukishima, made up name for his babygirl (literally just used google translate huhu forgive me đ)
tsukishima used to tolerate his mornings rather than enjoy them. when he met you, it started to become something he enjoyed, most especially when you both moved together and he got to wake up seeing you deep in comfortable slumber beside him, bodies entwined.
there was always something peaceful in the morningsâ the soft muffled chirps of voyaging birds, the gentle glow of the sun basking your body through the window, his tired body pinning him down beside you, his muscles relaxed and melting against your shared bed.
his eyes blink the sleep off, a small yawn leaving his thin lips. you're sound asleep, a hand under your cheek, the other resting limply on his bare waist. tsukishima smiles softly, a hand reaching up to push a strand off your ear.
you don't move. he smiles brighter than the moon in the evening.
then he hears that familliar pitter patter of tiny feet across the wooden floor outside your bedroom. tsukishima perks up, nestling himself deeper into the bed pretending to be asleep. and on queue, his daughter opens the door, the silent creaks of the door a telltale sign she was plotting something mischievous.
and when he feels her tiny presence beside him, hovering over his back, he jumps and turns around, grabbing his daughter around her chubby waist.
"gotcha!"
hoshi's little squeals are akin to melodies, something he loves to hear every second of everyday. tsukishima carries her and sits her on his chest, his fingers squiggling on her mushy sides. he feels you stir beside him, eyes opening.
their smiles match and your heart swoons; hoshi was a little version of tsukishima, both eyes and smileâ like halos over clouds. the hair was a mixture of yours and his though, and it seems like she was starting to get your complexion.
"papa, stooop," she giggles, little feet kicking at the mattress and pushing his hands away. "you're attacking me!"
"my no! i'm only giving you kisses," he rubs his nose on her belly. "you don't want my kisses?"
"i want them," you place your elbow on your elbow, cheek placed on your palm. tsukishima rolls his eyes, albeit playfully, and leans up to peck you. hoshi gags.
"ewie,"
"not ewie," you gasp. "is this...ewie?"
you and tsukishima lean to place matching kisses on either side of her cheeks, slightly wet to tease her. she yells, falling on her back and running away from your room.
breakfast was as energetic as ever. since hoshi has learned how to feed herself, she ate a lot as she did when she was a baby. it has always admired you; maybe it was something she picked up from you rather than her father, who, despite placing many food on his plate, ate less than you.
you stand in front of the stove, waiting for the beaten eggs to be cooked. tsukishima has hoshi wrapped around his waist as they emerge from the bathroom, the bottom of her face slightly wet. he was already dressed for work, white button down and neatly iron brown slacks, his matching blazer hung by the door; hoshi was already dressed in her uniform, collars askew.
he sets her down in front of the coffee table, facing the tv, and tsukishima sits behind her with hair ties on his wrist.
"can we listen to music?" she asks him, peering up at her father. "while eating breakfast?"
her love for music- it was something tsukishima has been plotting since she had been in your womb. those microphone thingies connected to your stomach was something he always used when he got home from work, blasting a new playlist, a way of introducing music to hoshi so that she'd be used to it by the time she came out.
miki matsubara revibrates smoothly in the living room. they both hum as tsukishima begins to comb her hair, splitting it in two. you remember his eagerness to be taught how to braid when hoshi was sound asleep when she was a baby, admiring her soft growing hair. so watching him flawlessly split each part into three and intertwine them made your heart turn into silk.
you place the finished eggs and spam on the breakfast table, sitting beside hoshi and resting your body on tsukishima's leg, reaching over to fix your daughter's collar. she thanks you, clumsily placing the chopsticks on her small fingers.
"you want ribbons on your hair, hoshi?" tsukishima ties the first braid, placing it over her right shoulder.
"yes please!"
"blue ones?"
"she doesn't have blue ones, honey," you look at kei, picking up a spam and feeding it to him. "she has pink ones though. you want that, hoshi?"
"yes!" she reaches over to the small box and picks out three pink ribbons. tsukishima carefully plucks it from her hands. "can i visit the museum today?"
you hum. "sure baby. i'll pick you up after school and go there if it's okay with papa."
"absolutely," tsukishima beams. "i'm gonna show you a little secret later, so you can't tell anyone, 'kay?"
her small "okay" felt similar to tsukishima's- slightly flat, though you could sense her excitement. when he finishes on both braids, he clips a pink ribbon on each pair.
when breakfast is finished, the dishes clink in the sink as tsukishima sets them to dry to the side. you grab the car keys, and hoshi stands beside you waiting patiently for his dad. when he emerges from the kitchen, hoshi brings something out of her pocket.
"what's that?" he crouches, eye level with her. she reaches out and clips the pink ribbon over his necktie.
"so we can match," she says. "if you take it off, i'll tell everyone the secret you're going to tell me later." her eyes narrow, playfully but he thinks is actually a real threat. tsukishima laughs.
"you get to hit me if i go home and i'm not wearing it," he kisses her on the forehead.
hoshi runs towards the car when you exit the house; her height, despite her young age, was enough for her to reach the latch and open the door.
tsukishima places a hand on your waist and spins you around, kissing you, lips soft and chaste. the way he looks at you has never changed, the same golden glint, same ardor, same mellowness; it was love incomparable.
it seemed to have amplified when hoshi came around.
"thank you for breakfast," he murmurs against your lips. "and thank you for hoshi."
thank you for hoshi was something he always said every day since she was born. it felt like an oath, a prayer he says to express his gratitude to all saints.
and before you could answer, the car beeps.
hoshi has leaned over the dashboard and reached her hands to press on the horn. her eyebrows are furrowed, and you can see her mouth gag playfully.
she also seems to inherit his easy agitation.
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