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straykidsnerd255 · 2 years

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Fourth of July

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Female Reader

Genre: Angst (SORRY)

Song: Fourth of July- Sufjan Stevens

Warning: Blood, gore, death, reader doesn’t understand she is dying, choking on blood, Billy sobbing, SEASON 3 SPOILERS, Billy lives AU

Rating: PG-13

Summary: Billy gets possessed by the Mind Flayer and Y/n sacrifices herself so that Billy can continue living.

Word Count:1936

“It’s not my fault. It's not my fault. It's not my fault Max. I promise you, it's not my fault.”

“What’s not your fault Billy?”

“I’ve done things Max, really bad things. I didn’t mean to. HE made me do it.”

“Who made you do it?”

“I don’t know, it's like a shadow. Like a giant shadow. Please, Max.”

“What did he make you do?”

“It’s not my fault, okay? Max, please. Please, believe me, Max, it's not my fault. I tried to stop him, okay? I did. *sniffle* Please believe me, Max. Please believe me.”

“Billy, it’s gonna be okay.”

“Max, please.”

“It’s gonna be okay. We want to help you. We want to help you. You just have to talk to us, okay? You have to talk to us. I believe you, Billy. We’ll figure it out together, okay? I need you to trust me. Please.”

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Everything went downhill. The kids were scared shitless when the Mind Flayer used Billy to break free of the sauna and chase after them. Y/n had gotten a call from Joyce about what was happening and Y/n raced to the mall. “Billy, please don’t do anything stupid! I beg you.” Y/n whispered as tears filled her eyes. She sped down the road before pulling up to the mall. She didn’t even bother turning her car off as she jumped from the driver's seat and raced into the mall. She spun around looking for the kids, Steve, anybody. She found them but it was something she was not expecting to see.

The monster that stood before he was huge. It swung its massive leg around and knocked into the pillars that held the floor above them up. The sound of cracking and crumbling could be heard and Y/n began running as the part that had been hit, crumbled to the ground. She looked around for something she could use as a weapon of some kind. However, she turned to look and see if it had stopped, only for a piece of the building to hit something just right that it smacked into her temple knocking her down and causing her to hit her head.

Drip. Drip. Y/n opened her eyes and quickly stood where she laid. She spun around as the sound of something dripping on the ground surrounded her. Blood slowly fell down the side of her head as she watched her husband, Steve, Nancy, and the others fending off the monstrous entity in the mall. She ran her fingers through her hair that had been matted with blood and sweat. She knew something was off with her husband when he refused to go to the pool with her that afternoon. She looked around for anything that might give her a clue as to why her husband was acting like this but she couldn’t see or find anything. Now, she was standing in Star-court mall as Eleven and the others fought off a massive looking flesh monster.

“You need to leave Y/n! Its not safe!”

El’s voice sounded so close but Y/n could see her fighting off Billy and trying to keep him at bay. Y/n could feel her throat close off as she tried to adjust to what was happening. She swallowed and found her throat dry and it hurt to swallow. She heard a loud noise and looked up to see Mike and the others throwing fireworks at the creature. She watched as it caught one in its mouth. It exploded causing the creature to back away and scream in pain. Y/n turned when she heard her husband’s cry of pain. “No.” She whispered. El turned her head to see Y/n still standing there. “What are you doing?!” She screamed. Y/n ignored her and darted around the falling ledges as the creature smashed its body against it.

Y/n watched as her husband held Eleven against the ground before everything stopped. “Seven feet.” Y/n froze when she heard Eleven say that. ‘How did she know that? Billy told no one else than me and Max about that day.’ Y/n thought. Billy froze above her. Fireworks exploded above them as the rest of the team continued their assault on the massive Mind Flayer. The roar echoing around the building. Y/n stepped closer to hear what Eleven was saying to Billy. Her heart was not prepared for what that would entail.

“You told her. The wave was 7 feet. You ran to her. On the beach. There were seagulls. She wore a hat with a blue ribbon, a long dress with a blue and red flower, yellow sandals covered in sand. She was pretty. Billy’s eyes closed as his eyes filled with tears. Y/n was far enough away that she couldn’t see him crying but she KNEW he had tears in his eyes. Because she did. “She was really pretty. And you; you were happy.” Y/n watched Eleven place her hand on her husband's face and watched as Billy slowly came out of the possession. “WE’RE OUT!” Y/n could hear the others screaming in panic as they were running low on fireworks to keep the monster at bay.

Y/n felt her heart race as the creature turned towards Billy and Eleven. Its sights were set on Eleven. It was set on killing her. To rip her apart. Billy slowly stood up and watched the creature before putting his arms up to stop the beast from attacking El. Y/n jumped and a scream left her mouth. She watched as the Mind Flayer pierced Billy’s sides with its tentacle-like arms. His arms were held out to the side as he screamed in their creatures face. He looked almost psycho in the light, the black blood staining his teeth. Y/n couldn’t face her life without her husband. She had helped him so much and he had helped her. She felt her heart racing in her chest. She knew what she had to do.

The creature’s mouth opened and what looked like a tongue appeared. Its sharp teeth at the end aimed straight for her husband's chest to kill him. She narrowed her eyes and darted forward. Jumping over fallen pieces of the wall and supports. “Y/n don’t!” Billy turned his head just in time to see Y/n use herself as a shield to block the mind flayer’s attack. “DUSTIN SHUT THE GATE NOW!” Lucas screamed into the walkie talkie. Eleven screamed in pure anguish as Y/n was stabbed by the Mind Flayer, however, she held her ground and stared the creature down before it pulled its weapon from her.

“The evil it spread like a

fever ahead

It was night when you died,

my firefly”

Y/n collapsed to the ground and once Billy was released, he crawled to her. “W-why would do that?!” He screamed, well, tried to scream. Y/n looked up at him and gave him a shaky smile. Y/n opened her mouth to speak but blood spilled from her lips as she coughed. Billy held her close to his chest as he cried. “Why did you do that?!” He sobbed loudly. Steve and the others continued to distract the Mind Flayer before it lost balance and fell to the ground; it was dead.

The dust cloud swirled around everyone. Billy was still looking down at his wife begging her with his eyes. He sniffled and tried to keep his tears at bay but he couldn’t. Not when his wife was laying in his arms dying. “I’m n-not dying, B-Billy.” You stuttered as your body started shutting down. She tried to sit up only to scream in pain. Billy wrapped his arms around her and finally, the walls he had put up, came crashing to the ground as he let a loud sob leave his lips. His tears ran down his face like a waterfall. They fell onto her face as he begged and begged her to stay with him.

Y/n’s hand reached up to Billy's face and pressed against his face. He pressed a hand to hers and held it tightly. “Please don’t leave me. You and Max are all I have left.” Billy whimpered, pressing kisses to the palm of her hand. His tears were mixed with blood, dust, and the black blood from the Mind Flayer. “You will still see me.” She whispered. Billy felt his whole world shattering before his eyes. He tried his best to keep her eyes open, but it wasn’t long before her eyes fell shut and she took her last breath. Billy held her body against his chest as he sobbed loudly. “WHY!!!” He screamed as Joyce, Dustin and Erica ran into the building. “Y/n?” Dustin whispered as he saw his sister dead in Billy’s arms.

“Did you get enough love, my little dove?

Why do you cry?”

And I'm sorry I left, but it was for the best

Though it never felt right

My little Versailles”

Billy would never be the same after that night. He had lost his entire world in one night. He held her body as it grew colder and colder. The sound of sirens could be heard and Billy just screamed. Begged whatever god was out there to bring Y/n back. Max ran to her brother and dropped to her knees. She had just lost her sister in law and tears were pouring from her eyes. “This is all my fault. She’s dead because of me.” Billy whimpered out and he buried his face in Y/n’s shoulder. Max looked up at her brother helplessly before pulling both him and Y/n’s body to hers. “It’s not your fault Billy. If anything, it's the Mind Flayers' fault.” She tried in hopes that it would help Billy a little bit. It didn’t. Billy shook his head and sobbed. “Why was she the one to be taken Max. It should have been me. Not her.” He cried into Y/n’s hair and he held tightly to her dead body.

“Life won’t be the same with her gone now.” Billy felt his bottom lip wobble as the paramedic lifted her body from his arms and carried her corpse to the ambulance. Max ran to her brother and wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him from behind. Billy placed his hands on her arms and cried. “I’m gonna miss her, Billy.” Max whispered so softly that Billy almost missed what she said. A single tear rolled down his face as he turned to face his little sister. He lifted his hands to her face to check for any wound that needed treatment before pulling her into a tight hug. “I’m gonna miss her too, kid.” Billy whispered. The two siblings just sat there, trying to come to terms that the person they both loved was gone. “I’m gonna miss you Y/n.” Billy whispered softly.

A soft breeze blew through and ruffled both his and Max’s hair. They both looked up to see a figure standing a little bit away from the mall. Billy kept his eyes on the figure before it disappeared in a wisp of air. He could feel a light feeling move through his chest before he turned to Max. She looked at him and Billy knew she felt the same thing. As Billy was being checked and bandaged up, a voice could be heard, but it was only Billy and Max that heard the voice.

“And I’m sorry I left, But it was for the best.”

#Billy Hargrove #angst #Female reader #Reader dies #Max Mayfield #Season 3 spoilers #Billy Lives au #Billy redemption #Billy is a good big brother #Billy comforts Max

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ickypuppi3 · 1 year

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#this dynamic #billy hargrove #el hopper #el being all what’s a switchblade and then realising she doesn’t have one #and billy’s like ah fuck here you go #max: you’re a bad influence #billy: didn’t you teach her how to shoplift?#max: yeah and who taught me #billy: no comment #billy’s a good big brother this is all slander #also #billy giving el a mullet when #i would like to see it #ickyposts

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sofiiel · 10 months

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When they all asked for no pickles.

(Steve's 'can you believe this?' face)

(Max is ready to fight - Lucas just hopes no one spits in the food after all the ranting)

(Max runs off to call Erica and the whole situation just gets that much worse)

#good billy au #fanon billy hargrove #stranger things edit #st s4 #steve harington #billy hargrove #max mayfield #lucas sinclair #lumax #when you make the big brothers mad #protective girl friend #Lucas: I tried to warn them #stranger things au

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hephaestn · 2 years

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if i see one more time that steve is the brother max deserves i’m throwing hands

#she does deserve a good brother #there's no question in that #but billy also deserved time to heal and grow and be away from neil's grasp #and that would've eventually made him a good brother to max #it's insane to me people don't see... the amount of room for love billy had?#one tiny little memory of his mom and look what he did with it #in a better household a healthy good safe household billy would've been the best big brother anyone could've asked for #and nobody literally nobody !!!! can tell me he didn't care for her in his own messed up way #i'm so tired fr

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troublewithvampires · 9 months

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//still trying to focus a bit more on my other blogs this weekend but i had to make this joke

sal, a lying bitch: god i hate kids [goes out of his way to help kids when he has the opportunity to do so] yeah i hate children they're terrible [tries to be there for kids that are clearly going through it] snot-nosed brats. i want them all to stay the fuck away from me [continues helping them]

#❝ ain't no jesus here‚ billy boy ❞ 「 ooc 」#//sorry the storyline with craig & the other kids means the world to me #//slaps sal with a comically large rubber mallet labeled 'FATHER/OLDER BROTHER FIGURE'#//like. he does struggle with the more emotional side. and in the past yeah he was shit with kids lmao #//when victor was younger sal was awful around him #//but i think a lot about how he's grown since pre-vampirism #//and like yeah he isn't good at being gentle and understanding most of the time #//but fuck. he gets it. kinda. so he'll be there.#//also not to say he's good with all kids magically lmao #//like. yeah he struggles with it sometimes. but he's trying #//sal has big 'trying to be the kind of adult he needed when he was a kid' energy to me sometimes

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loomiskiller · 5 months

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billy can cook. he had to fend for himself and his sister when he still lived with his father for the longest time. so, he knows how to cook even if he sometimes wants to be lazy and buy fast food or do short cut meals like microwave food. sam--and tara eventually--is always fed a good meal with fast food as a treat from time to time. sometimes more than from time to time because he cannot resist her big brown boba eyes she inherited from him. but, yeah, he is the one cooking dinner on thanksgiving, easter, christmas, or whatever holiday requires a large meal to be fixed. unless they are invited to eat somewhere else, but, even then, billy cooks some type of meal.

#& we all go a little mad sometimes ( head canons )#sometimes non unhinged head canons regarding billy as a brother and sister are just as important #as the head canons i post for his kinks and likes and fucked up ness #billy being a good dad is a big part of his character #and no one should forget this

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xtinyslip · 6 months

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"if it isn't my baby brother? awww! it's really, really good to see you!" corey's bright smile was more or less constantly on his face… whether he was happy, sad, absolutely seething -- he usually smiled so… no one really knew how to read that smile. he wasn't expecting that to be any different with his family either. dead dad, mom who hates his guts because he looked like said dead dad and then the baby brother. hmm. well, this was a steaming pile of shit he didn't want to be dealing with on a friday afternoon. "okay so lets be real with each other here. i'm so busy i give a sane britney spears a run for her money. can whatever this is... wait till monday? this really looks like a monday problem. yeah? let's schedule a rain check?" oh, did he expect his brother to leave? nope, not a chance of that happening was there but oh... he'd tried. "before you starting talking. i need to pour this." pouring himself a fresh drink as he waited for his brother to tell him what current problem he was facing. @lcvenderhcze

#corey ; convo #corey ; finn #tw: death mention #so i presumed billy was older than mads so said he was the big brother but i actually don't know? so if we wanna swap that and have finn #as big brother that's all good tiwnny. just let me know >:)

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spookyblazecoffee · 1 year

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Jolene: Nolan, keep an eye on your sister today. She's going to say something to the wrong person and get punched. Nolan: Sure, I'd love to see Ally getting punched. Billie: Try again. Nolan, sighing: I will try to stop Ally from getting punched.

#Jolene Raven (Original Character)#Nolan Holloway #Liam Dunbar's adopted werewolf hunter son #Theo Raeken's adopted werewolf hunter son #Ally Raven-Martin (Original Character)#Billie Martin (Original Character)#Nolan is a good big brother (Sometimes)#Oklahoman Nolan Holloway

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twpsyn-who · 2 years

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I was thinking a little bit about the Steve, Eddie and Billy dynamic and came to the conclusion that they are literally BakuKiriKami and now I can not unseen it.

#I have no clue how bad Billy is I only know that he's a big jerk (and probably worst than high school Steve)#anyway I visualize him as a angry Pomeranian too so he and Bakugou 👌🏼#also Steve and Kirishima being sunshine boys willing to die for their friends and family (also them being Bakugou/Billy apologists first #and human being last)#and Eddie and Kaminari give me the same fucking vibe they also.play guitar and barely pass any classes absvbsjs at least there's someone #to tutor Kaminari #also Billy and Bakugou are yk #* looking at people who read the manga for BNHA and are at day with Stranger Things *#BLOND ANGRY BOYS WITH MOMMY/DADDY ISSUES #Kami and Eddie being drama queens half of the time too #I actually idk what Kiri and Steve can have in common besides THE FUCKING HAIR AND SPENDING TOO MUCH TIME AND PRODUCTS IN IT AFSJDHSJ #* lowkey thinking at a BNHA AU with the stranger things characters rn *#i'm fucked #I love Katsuki but post high school Katsuki would be a shit big brother and I'm not afraid to say it #MUSIC. STEVE AND KIRISHIMA LISTENING TO THE SAME SHIT AND BEING MADE FUN OFF BY THE OTHERS AHDHIDJD #also Steve and Kiri are chaotic dumbasses no I don't get criticism over it they go in head empty and get yelled at for being idiots after #ok mostly headcanon but yk Steve and Kiri having that one lesbian bff (ik Mina is not lesbian hence why headcanon but yk what I mean man)#STEVE AND KIRI HAVING THAT CHARACTER DEVELOPED like yk Kiri learning to believe in himself and be more confident and stuff and Steve being #a better person #Eddie and Kami are 100% good with kids while Billy and Baku scare the shit out of them #sorry I am rambling rn #i don't even know how to tag this #bakukirikami #tagging only ships cuz I don't have enough tags afshdjej #stranger things #boku no hero academia #bnha #harringroveson #editing this cuz NOW I KNOW THEIR SHIP NAME. but also fuck harringroveson

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steveharrington · 2 years

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billy eichner have you considered that the movie just wasn’t funny

#like i’ve seen the trailer many times i’ve seen the ads many times i watched the episode of big brother where it was sponsored #it does not look good i’m sorry billy

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rogueddie · 2 years

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Duffer Brothers : We're going to make a character that is so bland-

Joe Quinn : Funky little queer boy. Does a little jig. Weirdo. Joe Keery looks great with his top off. D&D. Nerd. Good with kids. Rings.

Duffer Brothers : Wait, no, he's supposed to have a rivalry with Steve like Billy did and-

Joe Quinn : No. They're in a gay relationship now. That's his boyfriend. Big boy.

#stranger things #eddie munson #steddie #steve harrington #joseph quinn #I hate script Eddie #genuinely his character seems so boring #but Joseph Quinn plays him with so much charisma

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jamminvroomvroom · 17 days

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Hey girlll I love your blog so so so much! Congrats on the 4k bc you absolutely deserve it🫶🏼

I just had a little angsty request for Charles lando or Oscar (you can pick any you’re feeling more atm, I eat up anything ab my boys)

I saw this prompt maybe you could use - - "I can be there when you need me!" "But I did, and you weren't."

late night talking.

op x fem norris!reader

in which lando’s little sister has been sneaking around with his teammate, but it’s starting to have its challenges…

hiiiii thank u sm anon! love this request love you MWAH! so appreciative of this request and all of the others and that y’all trust me to bring your ideas to life!! i hope this hits the way you wanted it to! let me know what you think, big love 🤍

songs to set the mood: late night talking by harry styles, i love you by billie eilish, over my head by james marriott, if these walls could talk by 5sos

warnings: 18+!! minors dni!! smut, angst, fluff, a bit of hurt/comfort, secret relationship, brothers teammate trope (r is lando’s sister), fingering, morning sex, angsty needy sex, lando being an embarrassing little shit

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sex and talking. sex and talking. sex and talking.

that’s what you do, oscar and you.

you watch him all weekend, eyes trailing his lean frame, the way his body moves under papaya fabric. then, when your brother finally leaves you alone, you sneak into oscar’s arms, room, bed, whatever’s closest.

you have your way with one another, nothing untouched, unexplored, and then you talk and talk until your lips hurt from stretched out grins and a satisfying ache sets into your spent limbs. you sneak out when the sun comes up the next day and join lando for breakfast in whatever hotel you’re in that weekend.

rinse, repeat.

you can remember the first time you saw him in real life, way back in early 2023, clear as day. you were in bahrain with your brother for testing, the sun in your eyes, and there he was. awkward, stocky, hands buried deep in his mclaren administered slacks. he was littered with moles, mousey brown hair catching the rays of light, chocolate eyes conveying cool confidence that didn’t at all match up with his uncomfortable stance. you could kiss over those moles like a game of dot to dot, tug on his strands that looked like smooth chocolate frosting, sink into his brown irises until you drowned.

lando had caught you staring, sending his elbow into your ribs, and when you turned to glare at him, cuss him out, you saw a look of warning. his eyes said: don’t you fucking dare.

and you didn’t dare, not for a while at least.

“o-osc.” you whine, panting through the waves of eye-watering pleasure.

he’s got you laid out across his massage table, two fingers scissoring into your sodden cunt as his thumb bumps your clit in messy circles.

it’s rare that you sneak away so brazenly like this during a race weekend.

“you gotta be quiet.” oscar shushes you, eyes flitting between your own watery pair and his fingers where they’re working you open.

“trying.” you breathe, slapping your own hand over your mouth when your belly tightens one last time. one wrong move and the entirety of the hospitality suite will know. lando will know. perhaps all of china will know. that’s how good he fucking feels.

you sob into your palm, bucking your hips wildly as you fall apart, spilling all around his relentless fingers. he fucks you through it, grinning coyly as your muffled cries subside.

“c’mere.” oscar lulls, pulling you back towards him. he kisses you deeply, smiling against your lips.

“i should go.” you mumble, pushing his hair back and raking your fingers through his hair.

oscar nods apathetically, reserved all of the sudden. you frown, stealing another quick kiss. you stumble to your feet fixing your underwear and your skirt, and grab your bag from the small sofa.

“we need to be more careful.” his words make your blood run cold.

“more careful?”

you sneak in and out of hotel rooms under the cover of night, you have his name disguised in your phone, you never speak to him in public.

“this was risky.” oscar shrugs. he looks antsy, his entire demeanour changing in a matter of minutes, the ecstasy of watching you writhe all for him worn off.

“this- i- you’re the one who dragged me in here, piastri.” you accuse. ‘piastri’ is reserved for when you’re pissed off, a cagey step back from the affection ‘osc’ that you usually called him. “whatever, i’ve got to go.”

“i’ll see you later?” he poses it as a question, uncertain that you’ll show. he has never been uncertain before, not with you, not with a lot of things. bile rises in your throat, and you scoff.

you can’t reply. the door slams behind you.

“where’ve you been?” lando ruffles your hair, a single eyebrow raised suspiciously.

“got bored with watching you look at data so i went for a walk.” you reply nonchalantly, pushing his hand away.

he hums in response, nodding slowly. it’s like he doesn’t quite believe you but he quickly moves on.

“you coming out with us after the race tomorrow?” lando asks.

“depends on who ‘us’ is.” you reply curtly. you don’t wanna look at oscar’s stupid, handsome face for a second longer than you have to. a familiar sadness sinks into your bones.

“couple of the drivers, alex, carlos, oh and oscar might even be swayed.” you grit your teeth, suddenly frustrated. “anyway, since when do you have beef with drivers? little miss sunshine fallen out with someone?” lando sounds confused, accusatory.

you stay silent, walking into the back of the garage, praying someone will come and steal your brother away.

“hey, you gonna tell me what the problem i-?”

“lando, we need you to look at this.” your brother gets cut off by a frantic engineer, your prayers answered, and is quickly lost to the chaos of the garage.

a pair of warm eyes burn into the side of your head. you turn to see oscar watching you, his eyebrows furrowed as if he’s studying you. he’s fidgeting, playing with his fingers, something strange for the man as cool as a cucumber. you look away as quickly as you can, managing to tear your eyes away from him, a lump forming in your throat which you swallow down.

it’s painful, really. sex and talking, it’s not enough, never has been for even a second. oscar piastri, australian f1 driver, number 81, quickly became your oscar, somewhat against your will.

somewhere in hungary, about 8 months ago

“are we really doing this, piastri?” you giggle, throwing your head back as his lips work your neck.

“need you.” he groans into your skin, low and needy. you’ve never heard him sound so disheveled, so desperate, a far cry from his usual, monotonous self.

“want you, osc.” you pant when his lips find your sweet spot, the feeling of him so delicious on your body.

“have me.” he whispers, falling into bed with you in his lap.

you lay there basking in stunned silence afterwards, a layer of sweat coating your knackered body. your shoulder is pressed flush with oscar’s, not an inch of space between you while you both stare at the ceiling, sporting matching lazy grins.

“i can’t believe we did that.” oscar mutters, a layer of disbelief in his voice.

“i think we should do it again.” you tease, except you are deadly serious.

“agreed.” he breathes.

“this stays between us, right?” you whisper, shyly.

“always.”

always makes your skin crawl now. you’re sick of having him in the dark, of having to avoid him in public for fear of turning into a lovesick fool. it’s embarrassing, really, unrequited love.

you can barely follow qualifying, staring blankly at the empty space in the garage where oscar’s car resides. you manage to catch the radio message through the headset you have on, the one where oscar’s muttering about a stupid mistake that’s just knocked him out. he’s limping back to the pits, licking his wounds.

you feel a pang in your chest, sympathetic and disappointed for him. you wonder what his mistake was, where his mind was. you’ll wait for the right moment, swallow the ache in your heart and your pride, and you’ll comfort him. he gets led away by frustrated engineers immediately, studying lines of data with furrowed eyebrows. you watch from afar, but then your heart sinks to your feet when four words sound through your headphones.

“lando, are you okay?”

will sounds stressed, repeating the four words that make your world stop spinning on its axis. everyone in the garage is staring at the tv screen, breaths held, stomachs tight.

your brothers car sits in tatters, carbon fibre littering the track. you can see the fluorescents of his helmet burrowed in the cockpit, still. your mouth hangs open, one hand clutching your chest, the other covering your quivering lips. you’re numb.

that feeling returns, the one of eyes burning into your weathered features. your wide eyes flit to the australian boy watching you from across the garage, and you beg silently for him to just come to you, pull you close, tell you that lando is okay and that he loves you back.

and lando is okay, his winded voice reassuring you over the radio.

but you stand there alone.

just like always.

somewhere in brazil, about 5 months ago

“what’s your favourite colour?” oscar mumbles lazily, lips bumping your cheekbone.

you’re curled up on his lap watching the sunset from his balcony. he was well behind lando after qualifying, and he’d craved a moment alone with you all day.

the air was thick, humid, the hot orange sun sinking far off in the horizon. you turn to face him, his features illuminated by the hazy glow. the sunlight makes his chocolate eyes sparkle warmly, so pretty.

“brown.” you whisper, scanning his face.

he laughs lowly, his chest rumbling.

“brown?” he questions teasingly.

“yep.” you grin, pecking his lips softly.

“why?”

“go look at those pretty eyes of yours in the mirror.” you retort smoothly, threading your fingers through his shower-damp strands.

“you flirting with me?”

“you bet i am.”

you twist back around, facing the view once more, moulding into his body. he kisses over your shoulder, resting his chin. you stay there content until the sun is gone and the stars twinkle.

the air in the room is thick, awkwardly silent.

he stands leaning against the desk, opposite where you sit on your bed. the lights are low in your hotel room, the imprint of your body still fresh against the mattress. you’d been crying when he knocked, eyes rimmed red, skin flushed raw.

“you just stood there.” you croak.

“love, i-“

“don’t call me that. please.”

hurt flashes across his features, but like he knows it’s not fair of him to complain, he buries it immediately.

“i just… will you hear me out?” oscar pleads quietly.

you nod feebly.

“it’s impossible. this, us. i wanted to go to you but i- i couldn’t, i didn’t know how that would look and i didn’t want to jeopardise this.”

“but you did.” you whisper. his face shatters, falling fast.

“no, no, i can be there when you need me-“

“but you weren’t!” you cry, your body physically sinking, your shoulders drooping.

“i can fix this, i will.”

“i think we need to stop this, osc. it’s too painful for me. i’ve tried to move past the hurt but after today…” your voice shakes and you crumble, the first tear falling.

“i’m not trying to hurt you.” he crosses the space between you in two rushed steps, collapsing to his knees before you.

“that’s not good enough.” you bite back. “i’m not going to be some guys dirty little secret. i won’t do it anymore oscar.”

“i was trying to protect you… this.” he gestures between you desperately

“i know, oscar. i know! but i never asked you to do that. i can’t love you in a hotel room for the rest of my life.” the words slip from your tongue, abrasive and messy, before your brain can catch up.

you grimace, biting your tongue, but oscar’s reaction couldn’t be further from your own. his watery eyes widen, pink lips pulling into a boyish grin.

“i don’t want to love you in a hotel room for the rest of my life either.” oscar whispers, tentatively taking your hands. you stare down at your slowly intertwining fingers, a familiar warmth oozing through your body. “i wanna love you everywhere.”

“show me.” you murmur through shaky breath.

“i will.” he leans in, leaning in to kiss your shoulder. “for as long as you let me, i will.”

“just come here.” your fingers find the hairs at the nape of his neck, pulling him into a kiss, one born of frustration, and longing, and a year of late night talking about everything except how much you love each other.

oscar pushes you back onto the bed, crawling over you, starving. you pull him flush against you, leaving no room between your bodies. you crave the feel of his entire weight pressing you into the mattress and as he does, you feel at home. when you pull apart, catching your breaths, he says it properly, for the first time, and the world gets lighter.

“i love you.” oscar cups your jaw, those chocolate eyes boring into yours, the intensity of it knocking you for six. “always.” he adds.

the meaning of the word changes. always doesn’t mean a shameful, taboo secret anymore. life is breathed into the six lettered word; always means you and him, together, finally out of the shadows.

“i love you, osc.” you whisper.

he’s smiling when he kisses you again, unbuttoning your blouse like he’ll die if he doesn’t get the offending item off of your frame. you retaliate by shoving his t-shirt up his back, tugging greedily at it to strip him bare. the material comes off easily and as he sits up to throw it away, you shrug off your blouse and it meets his shirt on the floor. his hands smooth over your curves, brushing the pudge of your belly as he finds the zip of your skirt, ruining the fasten in his state of haste. you barely notice the way he’s ruined the item of clothing, urgently unbuttoning his jeans. your underwear is gone too, nothing separating you but your bra, restless hands on heated skin.

“we need to be quiet.” you breathe. “lando’s next door.” oscar giggles, tinged pink.

“get on top, love.” he drawls, flipping onto his back and taking you with him.

he sits up with you in his lap, nothing anchoring either of you in the middle of the bed. the imprint of your devastated form is gone, replaced by the shape of him. you can feel the head of his cock nudging through your folds, slicking him up so that he can slide nice and deep. he trails his fingers between your legs, thumbing at your clit in deft circles, just the way he knows you like it. you’re mewling in his lap, grinding down on the pad of his thumb; it’s so good but it’s not enough.

“please, osc.” you pant, urging him to let you sink down on his cock. you can see how red it is, feel the way it throbs for you, and the need to be full of him is almost paralysing.

“come on, pretty girl. fill yourself up.” oscar mutters against the shell of your ear.

he kisses down your throat as you slide down on him, dropping your hips firm against his.

“fuck.” you cry, your forehead falling against his shoulder.

“you okay, sweetheart? feel so good for me.” oscar coos, his fingertips digging hard into your hips.

“so good, baby.” your head rolls back, feeling him hit that spot tucked away within your walls.

your breaths mingle, your breasts flush against his chest, and as if he realises that he never stripped you of your pesky bra, he grunts, unclasping the black lace and flinging it somewhere far away. he gently mumbles an awestruck “fuck”, as if he hasn’t seen your tits a million and one times before, and latches onto your nipple. his tongue works in slow circles, matching the pace of your hips working languidly on his cock, and you keen further into his body.

“prettiest girl for me.” oscar grits out, his eyes squeezing shut when you clamp down on him, hard.

you’re both trying so hard to be quiet, overwhelmed by touch and taste, love. you’re growing tired, hurtling towards a desperate release, and oscar can sense it, the feel of your quivering thighs tightening around his hips spurring him on. he grinds up into you, maintaining your pace, but he’s fucking you harder now, the anticipation of your release sending shivers down his spine.

“you gonna cum for me?” oscar grunts, holding your hips down against him. you can’t move, his hold too tight and your body too tired, all you can do is wait for your orgasm to hit like a ton of bricks. you nod frantically.

“yes, oscar, please baby.” you beg for it, and like the true gentleman he is, the calloused pad of his pointer finger finds its home on your clit, sending you into an upwards spiral.

it’s as if you’re levitating when you let go, in a dreamlike state, your teeth sinking hard into his pale shoulder to muffle a surefire whine of his name. he’s rutting into you, prolonging the bliss.

“cum inside of me.” you urge, voice barely above a whisper. well, you’ve certainly never done this before.

oscar’s eyes roll into the back of his head, tears pricking his lash line. a guttural gasp of your name spills from his lips when he lets go, painting your insides warm and white. you stare at the tiny indents your teeth had left on his thick shoulder, his breath hitting the crook of your neck warm and wet as he comes down.

“‘m yours, and i’m here. i’m always gonna be here, i promise.” oscar speaks so quietly that you wonder if you’ve imagined it.

“when i made that mistake today, i was thinking about you.”

you’ve been laying there in silence for a while now, tucked under his arm when he speaks. you turn to look at him, perplexed.

“what?”

“i felt so awful about what i said after we, you know. you looked so upset with me, and i don’t blame you.” oscar sighs.

“i just don’t want to feel like a shameful secret, osc.” you tell him quietly, the words heavy on your tongue.

“you won’t, not anymore. ‘m so sorry, sweetheart.” he lulls, kissing over your hairline.

“how do we make this work? and how are we ever gonna explain this to-“

“lando.” oscar cuts you off, shifting uncomfortable. “he’s going to murder me and my entire bloodline.” he chuckles nervously.

“he won’t murder you. he might put you in a gravel trap, though.” you roll onto your side, smiling teasingly up at him and he rolls his eyes.

“i’ll take the heat. you’re worth it.”

“promise me.” you pant, his hips grinding into you. you’re curled into his chest, still spooning and barely awake. he’d woken up needy, and you were even needier, the faint glow of early morning sunshine washing over you through a crack in the beige curtains.

“anything.” oscar stutters, his breath warm against the back of your neck. his nose bumps your skin, teeth scraping the shell of your ear.

you stop meeting his thrusts. he whines low, wordlessly pleading for you to resume. he ruts his hips against your ass, chasing friction.

“tell me it’s all gonna be different now.”

“i already told you, i-“ oscar grunts.

“promise me.” you purposely clamp down on him, a hiss sounding from between his gritted teeth.

“promise, i promise, i love you.”

you giggle, rocking your hips again, fucking yourself onto him once more.

“i know.”

“you gonna let me off the hook?” oscar pants in your ear, tugging on your earlobe with his teeth.

“still gotta prove yourself, piastri.” you moan.

he feels deeper like this and he knows it, revelling in the way he’s filled you up so perfectly. he rolls into you slowly, sliding against each and every spot that makes you squirm. you drop your guard, going limp in his arms to let him finish you off.

“you nearly there, sweetheart? you gonna cum for me, love?” his accents thickens in the mornings, husky and intoxicating. you fall apart, then, and he stays buried inside of you, the only sounds in the room your matching heavy breathing.

“i need you to get dressed.” oscar kisses your cheek.

“kicking me out already?” you feign offence, looking at him over your shoulder.

his fingers come to cup your chin, his forehead resting against yours.

“there’s something we gotta do.”

you’re wearing your skirt from the day before, the waistband rolled over to make up for the oscar-destroyed zipper. his hoodie that you’ve stolen almost completely covers the short skirt, and your messy hair and poorly removed makeup don’t do much to convince anyone that you’d actually slept in your own room last night.

still rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you don’t really comprehend where oscar is leading you, but when the elevator dings, signalling that you’ve reached the restaurant floor, you’re suddenly painfully awake. time seems to move in slow motion, your tummy twisting as you realise what’s about to happen.

ahead of you, tucked into the corner of the restaurant is your brother, jon, and ashley. lando is already draped in team kit, the papaya of his hoodie blaring obnoxiously for once, a warning sign.

“oscar, what-“

“i’m doing this.” he affirms, speeding up his stride.

oh my god oh my god oh my fucking god.

your heart speeds up, dropping to the pit in your belly when lando notices you, eyebrows furrowed, jaw clenched, eyes taking in the bewildering sight before him. his baby sister, disheveled and wide-eyed, and his teammate holding her hand, on a mission.

“what the fuck am i looking at?” lando doesn’t sound angry, per say, more perplexed than anything. there is an edge to his voice that you don’t particularly like, but he hasn’t started swinging yet, you suppose.

“i’m in love with your sister. like, for real. you deserve to know that.” oscar says confidently, somewhat monotonously.

lando opens his mouth, closes it. opens it again, closes it. he repeats the process a few more times, going through the motions of an emotional rollercoaster.

but then, he sighs deeply, a grin of disbelief stretching across his face. jon bangs on the table excitedly, and ash is shaking his head.

“you owe us so much money.” jon laughs, his head tipping back.

“pay up, boss.” ash sticks his hand out expectantly, smirking across the table.

“what… what?” you exclaim, narrowing your eyes in confusion.

“i didn’t wanna believe them.” lando shrugs.

“don’t blame you.” oscar chimes in, and you stare between the two mclaren drivers in bewilderment.

“are you okay with this?” you question, staring your brother in the eyes, still a bit disoriented by the entire situation. his face softens, a genuine smile lingering small on his lips.

“if you’re happy, i’ll make my peace with it.” lando’s eyes flit between you and oscar.

all of the sudden, a look of horror crosses his face, and his voice turns stern.

“but,” he inhales shakily. “if i ever, ever, hear again what i think i heard last night,” he glares at oscar, pointing one firm finger at the australian, who stands up a bit straighter. “you’re dead, piastri.”

jon and ash bite back giggles at the empty threat, and you take it upon yourself to put an end to the situation before it gets any more awkward.

“well, on that note!” you sing-song, dragging oscar away.

“and make sure you’re using protection!” lando calls out, panic stricken, big brother mode activated.

“oh my god.” you blush dark pink, speeding up, the elevator in your sights.

“that went well.” oscar quips sarcastically. he looks rather happy with himself.

you kiss him as soon as the metal doors shut.

you do go out after the race, but for once it’s not to drink away the memories of a weekend in oscar’s arms. this time, it’s to celebrate the fact that you can love him out loud, and he’ll do the same right back.

you’re dancing in his arms, bright lights in shades of blues and purples streaming over your bodies. oscar holds you close, keeps you wrapped in his arms, despite the shock on the faces of others at the sight of lando norris’s baby sister publicly besotted with his teammate.

when oscar kisses you deep, smiling against your lips that taste like cherry liquor, you know that this last year of your life wasn’t in vain.

you and oscar, you’re built to last.

“how did you not see it, mate?” charles beams, crinkles by his eyes from the wide smile he’s sporting. he’s clearly drunk, but lando is too.

it appears he’s clocked the brits sister and her australian suitor on the dance floor.

the monagasque has rocked up to the bar with alex and pierre in tow, the three of them slapping lando on the back as they arrive.

“i guess there were signs.” lando shrugs, dragging his finger over the rim of the crystal glass.

“signs? mate it was obvious.” pierre chuckles, pushing lando’s shoulder.

“wait, you all knew?” lando splutters.

yeah. duh. come on, man.

“why didn’t you tell me?”

“it’s funnier.” charles… winks? it’s hard to tell with him.

lando finds you in the crowd, grinning up at oscar like he hung the stars in the sky. the younger mclaren driver returns your look, and it sparks warmth in lando’s chest.

you’re gonna be okay.

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evilminji · 3 months

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You Know How There Are Those AU? Where SUPER Injured Ghosts Need To Retreat To Their Core?

No one seems to be USING that to its fullest potential! For SHENANIGANS! Because! Who?? Could POSSIBLY carry a Halfa's Core safely... but another Halfa?! A FULL ghost would KILL them. A human would be killed! What terribly precarious peril we find ourselves in! Oh nooooooo!

Well, no worry!

As much as Dani fuckin HATES this. That there is her brother. Her Template. Her Clone Daddy and Bestest of Bros. Like HECK she's gonna let him suffer for centuries and possibly DIE. She can take it, Doc! Pop him in! We'll go road tripping and-

What do you MEAN "No"?

Unstable??! Of course she's unstable! But the-.... Oh.

Turns OUT? Dani? Can hitch a ride in DANNY for Emergency Medical Aid... but NOT the other way around. Her body is too loosely held together. He would parasiticly consume her from within. Instead of feeding off her Ecto System like injured ghosts are supposed too, because she's a CLONE? AND an unstable one at that? His Core would just... see her body as free ectoplasm. All of it.

He'd eat her.

Which mean Frostbite can not and WILL NOT allow that.

But he's HURT! That big, off screen, cataclysmic Fight To Save Everybody From *cough cough mumbles* and settle us all in the DC universe, REALLY messed him up! What are we supposed to DO!? He can't STAY like this!!!

Enter-> My FAVORITE DCxDP Trash Ship! Vlad&Lex!!! *horrified screaming from the crowds, someone shouts "oh god, no! Please!"* Ha! There are no gods here, silly billys! Only two terrible, terrible HIGHLY Dramatic, self serving, incredibly damaged, gay peacocks. In Business Suits that cost more then your house is worth.

They're AWFUL~♡

And! Vlad was sent ahead to lay the ground work. Insure there would be no GIWs. Also because no one could stand him and his EXTENSIVE criminal record. But that's besides the point.

But!

You know what he found? A Business Nemesis. Who he routinely dates and/or Dramatically Hate Fu-*coughs* I mean, attempts a Corporate Take Over(tm) off. You know how it is. Business. He ALSO gets to make it no secret he's a "Meta", thanks to the INCOMPETENCE of one Jack Fenton, because that- *seething rant*

Yet? Dispite his STILL burning hatred for Jack? And his finally letting go of Maddie? You know what he STILL wants?

For Danny to be his Son.

*Gets a call from Frostbite*

...............soooooo........ what you're SAYING is..... I can be pregnant with Daniel.

You, Frostbite, need ME, Vladimir Masters, THE ONLY OTHER HALFA, to carry Daniel around inside my body, in what to all appearances resembles a pregnancy, in order to heal him. Because I am an Older And Stronger Halfa Upon Which He Relies.

*instantly begins plotting*

Just? Imagine. Vlad is a FUCKIN LIAR. No one but him would even KNOW what was going on! He just? Rocks up one day, like? *falsely demure* "oh I couldn't POSSIBLY has any scotch, Lex! >:) I'm eating for Two~☆" and just? Deals the MAXIMUM amount of psychic damage he can.

Probably says it at their weekly, public, Veiled Threats Brunch.

It makes front page news. Luthor choked on his eggs. The paparazzi lost their SHIT. Vlad is doing the FULL Celebrity Mom Thing. The classes. The photo shoots. The Gucci sunglasses as he peruses high end strollers. All while HEAVILY suggesting that not only is "The Baby" Lex's.... but that he's going to withhold the child and deny Lex any access.

Danny isn't even aware. He's in a lovely lil medical coma. Dani is trying to find a good spot to plop down Amity. She just know Vlad is being... Vlad. Meh. He can handle it. Dan? He's not even IN the human realm and is not sure he wants to be.

But over in the LEAGUE? Everything's on fuckin FIRE.

Kon is losing his SHIT and Clark is thousand yard staring into the void. Kon's half brother is in the hands of a... Less Then Ideal... Meta that Batman is PRETTY sure is highly suspect. Might be a deliberate weapons experiment. Certainly is a hostage. And the DRAMA.

Lex has never been worse.

He might actually stab his...partner? Vlad. At the hospital. The SECOND the child is born. There are already long term kidnapping plans in the making. He's hiring lawyers. Getting VICIOUS. There have been talks with DEATHSTROKE. By BOTH OF THEM.

Clark wants to cry.

@hypewinter @ailithnight @nerdpoe @hdgnj @the-witchhunter @mutable-manifestation @babbling-babull

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dc x dp #dcxdp #dc x dp prompt #Vlad With A Baby AU #Peacock War AU

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togrowoldinv · 5 months

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Sexiest Woman Alive

Milf!Actress!Wanda Maximoff x Female Reader

Wanda is a renowned actress that you’ve been seeing for a while. She gets named the Sexiest Woman Alive and you show her just how much she deserves it

Warnings: Smut! 18+ please! Kissing, cursing, mommy kink, oral (W receiving)

Note: I know way back someone sent me an ask saying Wanda should be named the sexiest woman alive, so this is for you anon lol. Enjoy this!

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You have heard rumors that the woman you’ve been sleeping with is going to be named the sexiest woman alive, but you really haven’t put much stock in them.

The gossip blogs love to write about Wanda. who could blame them? Wanda is quite a sight to see. She hit it big after being in a few Oscar-nominated movies.

You met her on the set of her last movie where you worked as a producer. She didn’t seem like the type to be with someone like you, but there was an undeniable connection. Wanda suggested you two keep things casual, as being with someone like her is no easy task.

She didn’t want you to fall under the scrutiny of the media or for anyone to think less of her new movie just because she was sleeping with the producer. But things with her always felt more than casual.

Wanda brought you home this week to meet her kids and brother. She doesn’t get to spend near as much time with them as she wants to, so you felt honored that she invited you to join her.

You met the kids, Billy and Tommy, and immediately it felt like a family unit. Wanda didn’t say anything, but she could feel it too. Her brother, Pietro, felt the same way. It felt like home.

Wanda wakes up with a peaceful smile on her face. She rolls over and wraps her arms around you. You feel her breasts pressed against your back. Wanda drops a kiss to your shoulder.

“Good morning,” Wanda says, her accent she usually hides slipping through.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” you reply.

You turn in her arms to rest on your back. Wanda rests a hand over your heart and gazes into your eyes. It’s truly the perfect way to wake up.

She leans down and kisses you softly. You deepen the kiss until Wanda’s phone rings.

“Ugh,” she groans out, a pout forming on her perfect face.

“Ignore it,” you mumble. You pull her by the back of her neck closer to you again. She grins at that.

“It’s my agent,” she says.

She places a soft kiss to your cheek before she grabs her phone. She answers it. You can’t hear what the person is saying, but the smile on Wanda’s face tells you it’s good news. She hangs up the phone.

Wanda takes a deep breath and turns back to you.

“It sounds weird to say this,” she begins. You nod to encourage her to keep going. “That was my agent telling me that I’ve been named the Sexiest Woman Alive.”

“Wanda! That’s so cool! Are you excited?” You ask.

“I don’t know,” Wanda admits. “I mean am I really-”

“Let me stop you right there,” you interrupt her. “You are 100% without a doubt the sexiest woman alive.”

You kiss her to accentuate your point. Wanda happily obliges and kisses you back.

“You’re the sexiest woman alive,” you say between kisses. “And the sexiest mother alive. And the sexiest actress alive.”

“Mmm, you’re too good to me, baby,” Wanda says.

You grab her by the waist and flip her over onto the bed. You move your hands over her body as you kiss her. Wanda’s tongue brushes against yours. She lets out the sweetest moans.

“Let me show you just how sexy you are,” you say to her.

“Please baby. Show mommy how sexy I am,” Wanda replies.

You love when she gets like this. You lift Wanda’s nightgown over her head and throw it to the side. Your lips immediately go to her nipples.

“Yeah, just like that,” Wanda encourages you. She holds the back of your head to keep your lips sucking on her breasts.

Your hand sneaks down her abdomen to land between her legs. She wears lacy panties that you can feel her wetness through. You feel the way her hips stutter at your touch. You press harder against her core.

“Y/n, baby,” she moans out. “I need you.”

“Where do you need me, Mommy?” You lift your head from her breasts to ask her.

Wanda pushes on your head to direct you further down her body. You drop kisses to her abdomen and thighs before you dive into her center. You lick a stripe up her pussy. She moans at the feeling. Your tongue works against her as she continues to soak up the feeling.

“Please, I’m going to come,” Wanda says.

“Come for me, Wands. You’re so perfect,” you say.

She cries out and comes hard against your tongue. You clean her up and move back up her body. You kiss her deeply and Wanda moans into it.

When you pull away, Wanda still has a lustful look in her eye. You move against her to relieve some of your own tension between your legs. Wanda pulls you on top of her further. You get the message. You align your own pussy with hers and move slowly.

“Fuck,” Wanda says. “Baby, you’re so good.”

You pick up the pace at her words. Wanda loves watching you move against her like this. Just your two bodies working together to feel so good. Soon, you come together, and you fall onto the bed next to her.

Wanda kisses you softly and you rest your head on her shoulder.

“This is more than just casual, isn’t it?” Wanda asks.

“I think so,” you admit. “But for now, can I just ask you one question?”

“Sure,” she says.

“Can I go with you to your Sexiest Woman Alive photoshoot?” You ask. Wanda chuckles and you can’t help but laugh too.

To you, Wanda is the most beautiful, funny, and intelligent person you know. The magazine made the right choice.

You’re luckier than anyone in the entire world that you get to be with her.

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