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Days like these (Part. 2)
Mick Schumacher x reader
summary: Mick meets your parents for the first time
warnings: none
word count: 5k
“Marry me.”
It’s two weeks after Mick asked you to marry him in his childhood bedroom. Of course you said yes, because c'mon now who in their right mind would say no to a guy like him?
“Are you serious right now ?”
He nods. “ Yes, I want you to marry me. I want to spend the rest of my life falling asleep beside you. When I wake up, the first thing I want to see is your face . I want to build a house and a life with you.I want kids and pets and everything that comes with you. I want it all. So I ask again, do you want to marry me?” He says, his voice filled with emotion.
Tears, caused by his words, roll down your face and you need to close your eyes for a moment and take in a deep breath.
But you’re not sad, god no.
You want to jump up and open the windows and scream at the top of your lungs that Yes! Yes, you want to marry him. And yes you want to build a life with him too.You want to keep him and his love forever.
“Mick,” your voice breaks, “ Yes! I want to marry you.” Your voice is shaking and he smiles. You’re going to be his wife. He can’t believe he’s that lucky.
“Where are you with your thoughts,Liebling?” Actually he knows exactly what you’re thinking about, he knows because you have been fiddling with your engagement ring while staring into nothing. You always do that when you think back to his proposal and like all the times before your mouth curves into a sweet, loving smile.
“I was thinking about how you asked me to marry you and how happy I am that I said yes. “ you said while looking at your ring.
“Best day of my life,Schatz.” You’re still looking at the ring and he watches you with love filled eyes.
You turn to smile at him fondly, and he leans over the center of the car and kisses you on the cheek.
“Come on, off you go, I’ll pick you up in three hours right?”he asks just to be sure.
“Yes, see you later Mickey.” You kiss him goodbye before exiting the car and walking up to your girlfriend's house. You desperately need to be updated on all the gossip.
When you step into the house Mick drives off with a smile playing at his lips. God, you make him so happy.
And while the image of your beautiful smile is still present on his mind he arrives at your shared apartment, where he begins to pack his backpack that he'll be taking with him to your parents house tomorrow.
Obviously Mick is nervous to meet them for the first time, but he's not scared that they won't like him.
His mother raised him well, he’s sure that will help him tomorrow.
“Really?” He needs to ask again, he needs to be sure you will be his forever. “Yes Mick.'' Your hands caress his cheeks gently,’Yes, I will marry you.”Relieve is written all over Mick's face, he never felt as anxious as in those seconds that it took for you to reply. Not when he is going full speed in his race car nor as he had the accident that splitted his car in two was he feeling that amount of dread that he felt right now, but he also was never as happy as in this moment when you promised to be by his side for the rest of both of your life’s.
His eyes are closed and he leans into you to seal your fate with a loving kiss on the lips.
“I will love you forever,” he whispers,” and I will make sure that you will not regret having said yes to me.”
“I could never regret this,Mickey.”
You kiss him again and fall asleep in the arms of your lover and best friend.
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“Come on now, show me that ring!!!” your best friend squeals.
“Am I allowed to take my shoes off first?’you ask laughing.
Your best friend rolls her eyes but lets you continue.
“And now, I want a hug from you. I haven’t seen you in ages.” You state, clearly exaggerating.
With a big smile on her face she pulls you in for a hug and squeezes you tight.
When you pull back she looks at you expectantly and moves from one leg to the other.
You torturously slowly put up your hand in front of you before flicking it down so she can see your engagement ring.
"Ahhh!! Omg! It’s so pretty.” She squeals her eyes wide and a big smile on her face.
You bite your lip and try to suppress your smile. Yes it is indeed a incredibly beautiful ring.
“This wasn’t exactly how I planned to propose to you but I’m glad I did. I’m just sorry that I am not able to put a ring on your finger.”
You shake your head “Mick I don’t need a ring, I have you. That’s enough.”
“But I want everyone to know that you’re my fiancée and soon to be wife and belong at my side.” You blush at his words and break eye contact.Therefore you don’t see how his face lights up. He has an idea. He knows what he’s going to do about that ring problem.
Mick quickly gets out of bed, almost falling on the floor face first, because his legs are tangled in your shared blanket.
“Mick, what are you doing?!”
“Just wait, meine Liebe, I know what I’m doing.”
‘Certainly doesn’t look like it.’ You mutter to yourself under your breath.
“Hey! I heard that.” Your boyfriend fiancé whisper shouts. You watch Mick with furrowed eyebrows, asking yourself what the heck he's doing.
“Where is it? Where is it?” Mick mumbles while rummaging through a drawer,” Aha! Found it.” He runs back to you, his eyes squint slightly, wrinkles appear at the corners of his eyes and his lips form a smile that lights up his whole face.
“What’s got you smiling like that ?” You ask as you pull your legs underneath you and sit back ok the sole of your feet.
Mick is filled with the same amount of excitement a kid would feel on Christmas morning right before opening the present, only you are opening the present instead of him.
“Here,” he says, handing you a little black velvet box,” open it and see.”
You look at him questioning but put your hand out for the box anyway.
When you feel Mick's presence beside you, you open the packet.
The previously quiet room is filled with your gasp of shock and excitement. Inside the velvety box, is a beautiful ring, in the middle of the silver band sits a beautiful sapphire with little diamonds surrounding it. It’s not too shiny and the stone is not too big, it’s just perfect.
“Mick, god. It’s beautiful.” You take a closer look at the blue gem,” It is the same colour as your eyes!” You point out.
“It was my great grandmother’s. She told my Dad to give it to the woman he chose to spend the rest of his life with, but my dad had already gotten my mother a ring before my Uroma (German expression for great grandmother) could gift him the ring on his 21 birthday. So she told him , if he’ll have a son he shall have the ring and put it on the finger of the woman he loved more than everything.”
Mick takes the ring out of it’s containment and asks for your hand.” If I’m being completely honest I totally forgot about that ring, but I love you more than anything and it’s the best I can do right now and I really want you to wear my ring and-.”
“Mick,” you interrupt his rambling,” don’t forget to breathe,” you laugh.
A shy smile displays on his lips.” Sorry. Just, I will get you a real ring first thing tomorrow.” He announces.
“I don’t want another ring. I love this one. It’s perfect.” You declared.
“Really?”
“Yes. I really love it and when I think about how I’ll be able to stare at this ring and see the colour of your eyes even when you’re not here, I get all giddy inside. So no, Mick, I don’t need nor want another ring.” you explain.
“I love you.”
You answer him with a kiss and he slips the ring on your finger.
The time flies by and Mick will be here to get you soon.
You love spending time with your friend. It’s always a no judgment zone and spilling the tea is so much more fun with her because there’s always wine.
That reminds you how Mick once told you about a drinking toast in Germany that goes something like this ’Zu vino sag ich nie no’ (A phrase that rhymes and translates to I never say no to wine), definitely perfect for you and your best friend.
And again your thinking about him, lately everything is reminding you of him, is the same amount of beautiful and annoying.
Beautiful because you love thinking about Mick and his gorgeous blue eyes and soft blonde hair. His sweet smile and genuine laugh. His warm, hard body pressed against yours and his strong arms around you.
And it’s annoying because it makes you either horny or sad that he’s not with you.
“I think your boyfriend just pulled up.” Your Best friend points out. “Ouuuu and he’s here with his fancy car.”
“Girl, basically all his vehicles are fancy. “ you answer.
“True.” She shrugs.
You down your glass of wine before your slip on your shoes. Meanwhile Mick is at the door and rings the bell. You open the door whilst still trying to put on your left shoe. Suddenly you lose your balance and fall forward. Your hands shoot up in front of you trying to catch your fall. But in the end Mick’s quick reflexes save you from kissing the floor, his hands wrap around your hips pulling you against him. Your ass is pressed against his front and the collision makes both of you let out a huff of air in sync ,and your eyes widen when you realise what postition you’re in.
“Guys, please. Not in my house.” Your best friend says smirking, referring to the image that you paint.
Mick chuckles,”Sorry,” he pulls your upper body up and hugs your middle,”next time we wait until we’re outside.” He says with a wink directed to your best friend.
“Well thank you Mick. , she answers sarcastically , “How’s it going?”
Whilst the two of them continue chatting your mind wanders off again. Your hands lay across Mick’s on your stomach, the scene oddly familiar.
It reminds you of the time when he and you danced together in the kitchen to your favorite song. Dinner cooking on the stove, totally forgotten while you two slow dance and find bliss in each other's embrace. Now he’s swaying you and him a little bit without him noticing that he even does it. His mind also immediately going to that fond memory that makes you smile to yourself and your heart is full of love for this sweet human being you call your fiancé.
“Where’s your mind at?” Mick asks, lips close to your ear. The warmth of his breath making shivers roll down your spine.
“Just thinking about you.”
He places a kiss under your ear,” I love you.”
You lean back against him” and I love you.”
Gagging sounds disrupt your moment and you send a death glare to the intruder, your best friend.
“Aww i love you too.”she responds ,”You gotta go. You still need to pack, don’t you?”
“Ugh yes i do. I am really looking forward to that.” You groan.
Above you Mick needs to hold back a laugh.
“I told you you should have packed before you left.”he shrugs, a sly smile adorning his features.
You turn around and lock into his eyes full of satisfaction.
“Don’t say it.” You warn him, your pointer finger already pointing at him threateningly [a habit you picked up from Gina when you were visiting his family in Switzerland].
“I don’t want to say I told you so…,” if a glare could kill, he would drop dead right this second ,” but I told you so. “
“Oh shut up Mister-I-plan-everything-perfectly!” His only response is a deep chuckle and damn it’s an attractive chuckle!
“Okay guys. You’re too cute for me, I’m gonna die from sugar shock if you don’t leave.” She rolls her eyes dramatically.” Please, put me out of my misery.”
“Alright, alright,” you laugh, “we’re leaving.”
You hug her goodbye and Mick has already opened the door.
“Goodbye y/b/f/n, thank you for taking care of [y/n]. See you soon.” He sends a dashing smile her way and you could swear you can feel her go weak in the knees but who can blame her?
“Bye.” Her voice is weak when she answers and boy can you relate. That smile is a lady killer.
With a final ‘goodbye’ you turn and leave her house, outside Mick awaits you and opens the car door for you.
“Thank you.” You say while sitting down. He smiles in return.
The drive home is filled with silence, not the uncomfortable type where you try and try to find something to talk about. No it’s that silence that envelopes you, welcomes you and that you can savour while your hand is interlocked with the one of your lover.
“I thought that we could take my bike tomorrow, the weather is supposed to be sunny so it wouldn’t be a problem.” He looks at you shortly before focussing back on the road” what do you think?”
“I’m thinking, please don’t kill us but yes we can take your bike.”
He smiles.” Perfect. And love, I would never do anything to harm you, ever, you know that.”
“Yeah, I know.” You squeeze his had ”But you know that I’m scared of driving motorcycles.”
“Because of that accident that killed your cousin I know, I’m gonna take good care of you, don’t worry meine Liebe.” He kisses your hand.
You know he would never do anything to harm you, but still, you think motorcycles are the death on two wheels.
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“Hurry up!”
“Yeah yeah, I’m coming!” You call from upstairs where you’re finishing packing some last time things into your backpack. It’s 7:25 am and you want to leave in five minutes. You will be driving a good two hours to your parents house where you’ll arrive perfectly in time for breakfast. Mick is getting anxious.
You snort and mutter something about how over punctual Germans are. Then you quickly rush down the stairs, grab your phone, and head outside with your keys.
Mick groans and looks at his watch, "Finally." It's 7:28 a.m. and you made it.
You smile at him innocently and usher for him to get on the bike so you can get going.
“You’re really sure that we can take the motorcycle?” Mick asks for the thousandths time now. “Yes,Mick. I'll survive.”
He hands you your helmet while nodding. You put it on before following him onto the bike.
When you give him the go-ahead while your arms are already wrapped around his middle, Mick pulls out of the driveway.
The drive is short so neither of you should get uncomfortable, hopefully at least.
After some time, you finally leave the city and are met with the breathtaking view of nature all around you.
Mick's back is a comfortable place for you to rest your head as you enjoy the view of the woods on the one side and crashing waves rushing through your vision on the other side.
Since there isn't much traffic in front of you and Mick is confident nothing will happen he believes he can drive faster. He takes his hand off the handle and taps your upper thigh, in doing so he inaudibly tells you to ‘ Hold on tight’.
You raise an intrigued brow, but you don’t question him as you tighten your hold on Mick. Your boyfriend revs up his motorcycle. Instantly you feel adrenaline rushing through your body. When the engine purrs beneath you, you snuggle impossibly closer to him and the motorcycle takes on speed. Your surroundings blur into a mixture of different colours and a smile that you can’t see brightens up Mick's face.
He loves that you feel safe with him.
“Mick I need to pee '' you tell your boyfriend as soon as you stop at a red light.
“We’ll stop at the next gas station alright?” , you nod.
Like he promised he stops at the next gas station, cutting off the engine and flipping the kickstand down before he hops off. He takes off his helmet before helping you down the motorcycle. Mick unbuckles your helmet brushing his fingers through your hair and leans down to give you a kiss on the forehead.
When you walk out of the toilet back to were Mick parked you stop midway cause you can’t quite get over how hot he looks straddling his motorcycle. Imagines of you straddling him on his motorcycle flash through your mind and you feel wetness beginning to pool in your panties. Sadly you do not have time to have a little bit of fun because your parents are awaiting you and you know Mick. He would never in a lifetime be late to meet your parents and obviously not when he’s meeting them for the first time.
Shaking your head to get rid of your thoughts involving you bend over the motorcycle with Mick behind you, you continue walking back to your boyfriend.
“Hi there Liebling, ready to go again?” You were definelty ready for something different but that had to wait. “Yup, lets go. I can’t wait to see my mum and dads reaction to the engagement ” you smile up at him and take your helmet that he holds in front of you.
When you’re behind him again, he adjust you and pulls you closer to him by your knees. Your breast are pressed up against him and you can feel your nipples hardening. That isn’t really helping the butterflies in your stomach nor your arosual. Mick doesn’t seem to notice the shift in your behaviour though as he starts driving.
The hour rushes past you in a blurr, your mind somewhere different and you only notice your surroundings again when you realize Mick is pulling up to your parents house.
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Did the temperature change or why are his hands sweating?
It’s probably just the sun beaming down at him, but when he looks up the sun is hidden behind clouds. “ Ach du grüne neune. Das wird was.”, Mick says to himself in German and when he’s switching to German around you you know that something’s up.
You ask him if he’s nervous, but obviously he denies. Yet his legs are trembling. When you point that out though, he states that they are, because of the long drive not because he’s anxious to meet your parents. He’s Mick Schumacher he’s not afraid to meet your parents. He drives race cars for a living for heaven's sake. This should not make his heart beat as fast as it does and he shouldn’t feel as if he’s about to throw up.
“Mick, it's okay. I was just as nervous as you are right now when I met your parents. It’s normal. Just be yourself and I promise you they're going to love you.”
He nods and gives you a side hug while you're walking towards the front door of your childhood home. It's just like you remembered. Nothing out of place. You instantly feel at ease.
Before you can ring the doorbell your mother opens the door and greets you two with the biggest smile on her face. “[Y/n]!!! You're finally here,” she hugs you as you step out of Micks arms into hers,” I hope you had a good drive up here?”
“Oh yeah, everything was fine, it didn't even take two hours because there was no traffic at all.”
She nods,”You arrived just in time.I just finished setting the table for breakfast. I hope you two are hungry.” Before she steps out of the embrace she gives you a squeeze and the turns to Mick, who has been standing behind you watching you greet your mother. ‘You must be Mick, the one my daughter has been talking about non stop for the past three years.” Mick walks up to shake her hand and ask “Three years? We’ve only been dating for a year.” He looks at you smirking and you roll your eyes,” thanks for that mum, you just inflated his already huge ego.”
“ Oh come on [y/n], just admit that you always loved me.” Mick teases.
You huff and walk past them to your Dad, hopefully he won’t tell Mick about all the times when he found you crying in your room because you again didn’t have the guts to tell your best friend that you were in love with him.
”Hi Dad.” You say while leaning down to give him a hug before he could stand up from the chair he’s sitting in. “Hello pumpkin, how are you doing?” “I’m fine,” you say as your sitting down at the place that you decided on ages ago, you never sat anywhere else at the table. Everyone in your family had their designated place at the dinner table and no one ever changed that. “so where is that boyfriend of yours ?” He ask you and you answer that he’s still talking to you mum at the door. Right as you said that Mick and your mum join you in the dining room.
Your father stands up to shake Micks hand looking him up and down, like he’s seizing him up. Mick gulps and you need to stifle a laugh.Your dad would never do anyhing to your boyfriend but he definitely acts as if he could. He always did that, all your former boyfriends and even your male friends had to go trough the same treatment from your father. He just wanted to make sure their intentions were right and you actually think its cute. He just wants to protect you from something that happened to your mother before she met your father.
Mick and your father introduce themselves before your mother tells them to sit down so you could start eating. “You can interrogate him while we are having breakfast, my love.” Your father smiles at your mum and you can see how much they love eat other even after all these years. You think to yourself how happy you are that you found a love like the one of your parents. It’s something you’re incredibly grateful for, because little you always dreamt of finding true love one day. And when you met Mick you knew that day had finally arrived.
Whilst you and your mother are chatting and exchanging what happened in your life’s since you last talked on the phone, your father is asking Mick all kinds of question. “Do you want kids someday?” “ What are your plans for the next season?” “How will you manage being away from my daughter all the time?”
Mick had all the answers and you could see that your father was pleased with him.
”Alright,” your dad says,” I think I asked you enough questions.” He smiles at you and Mick” you are quite the match I must say.”
“ Wow Dad, that’s like the best thing you ever said about a boy I brought home.” You and your mum look at each other in shock and your mother says what you are both surely thinking,”this is unbelievable.”
Mick grins proudly and your father laughs loudly,” C’mon I’m not that bad.”
”Dad you ones chased my male friend out of our house because he dared to say the green skirt I was wearing wasn’t the right look for me!”, you look at Mick,” He was right by the way,” your gaze finds you fathers again,”and gay.”
Micks laughing too now and shortly after all of you are laughing without really knowing why.
You spend a good hour and a half having breakfast. When you are all finished you and you mother, obviously denying Micks help, clean up the table and later join them outside.
Your all chatting and having a good time.
Micks particular interesting story about one of his childhood memories is interrupted by the doorbell, and you’re all confused, because your parents aren’t expecting anyone.
When the doorbell rings again your father stand up to open the door.
You cant make out who’s at the door due to being outside but your question is answered when your niece is running up to you and jumps into your arms. “Tia [y/n]!!! I missed you so much!”
”Awww, Cariño. I missed you too.”
Turns out your sister had the same idea as you and also came to visit your parents.
You introduced her to Mick and then start to talk to her about everything that’s goin on in your life, still you hadn’t had the chance to tell your family that you are engaged.
But now with your sister here, it would probably be the perfect moment.
You search for Mick’s gaze to ask him if you should break the news now, but are met with a picture you could never forget. He and your niece are playing together and gosh was it cute. She was sitting on his lap showing him her favourite toys while telling their story. And Mick was smiling at her and encouraging her to “ Go one, I want to hear everything about your magic stuffed animals, especially that icebear.” Your niece smiled at him brightly and rambled on. The image that they painted was so wholesome and you realized that you wanted that wiht Mick. You wanted a house, kids, a family. Good thing you are already on step closer to the dream you both have.
“Omg you look like you want to jump his bones.” Your sister says from beside you.
Your attention shift back to her, “ well excuse me can’t I admire my fiancé?” You respond smirking.
Suddenly everyone is still and your sure Mick would say Es ist so still man könnte eine Haarnadel fallen hören. It’s so still you coul hear hair pin drop.
From on moment to the next Chaos was breaking loose. Everyone was talking at the same time.
‘Fiancé ?!” Your mother exclaimed, “How coul you not tell us the moment you step foot in this house that you are getting married ?!”
“Ava didn’t tell you guys that she was pregnant until the fourth month of her pragnency! I’m basically a saint.”
”What do you mean she didn’t tell us?You knew?!” Your father asks.
”O shit.” You and your sister say at the same time while looking at each other,” I think we’re getting grounded.”
Mick frowns” Don’t you both moved out?”
Everyone’s eyes are trained don him “ Doesn’t matter, they’ll find a way.” your sister simply answers.
Mick looked at the scene before him, you and your sister already trying to form a plan on how to evade your parents ‘wrath’ and your parents smirking at each other as they figured out how they were going to punish’ their girls. He decided to continue playing with your niece while thinking ‘What am I marrying into?’
In the middle of lecturing you, your parents stopped amd sighed. “You know what that is unnecessary. Weh don’t need to lecture you we have to congratulate you two. You are getting married!” Your mother had tears in her eyes when she hugged you.
“I knew you would marry him one day.” Your mum said,” Just like you always said.”
“Mum!”you cry embarrassed.
Mick chuckles, hugs you from behind and gives you a kiss on the cheek,” Don’t worry. I also always knew that you were going to be my endgame,Schatz.”
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ⓘ Alright, this took a while. I’m also not 100% pleased with how it turned out :/
Anyway, hope you enjoyed it!
[Also don’t kill me if there are any mistakes, it’s 2 a.m and I’m literally writing this half asleep]
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can I request a sugar mommy nat fic? w some phone sex and princess treatment :3
The Office
SugarMommy! Natasha x Reader
(this is how I imagine sugar mommy Natasha who loves you so much but when she gets stressed she just uses you to your fullest as a stress reliever)
W/c: 1k
A/n: Not phone sex cuz I cannot write that to save my life, but office sex is better!!
Warnings: mommy kink (Nat), strap on usage, breast worship, office sex, pussy slapping.
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“But Nat what if your workers catch us.” You protested. “Don’t worry baby, no one will come in my office. Mommy needs you.”
Natasha had requested you make her lunch and bring it to her, and so you did. You would do anything for that woman. It all started when you met her at one of Tony Starks work parties.
A place where rich men and woman all gather to just blow their riches on expensive beverages, gambling, etc. Tony had allowed you to work one of the event in hopes to make a little extra cash.
You were a struggling college student, taking any job you could get; even though you already had one.
That was until you met Natasha Romanoff. A woman who had an abundance amount of cash, so much you could barley fathom someone having. It started as you just fulfilling her needs with sex, but it later turned into a different relationship.
Natasha confessed her love for you, after you had been seeing her for a few months. At first you were insecure with it, and felt like you were just using her for the money. You later felt content with yourself because you genuinely loved her.
Once word had gotten out about your relationship with Nat, things got very hectic very quickly. The media attention was almost too much to bear, but you never went out alone without Natasha.
“As long as we can lock the door.” Natasha chuckled at your worry, “You can lock the door honey.” You straightened up from your spot on Nat’s desk that you were leaning on.
Once you had locked the door your scurried back over to Natasha, sinking down onto her lap. Your lips hastily linked with hers, and her hands ventured your body.
They eventually found the belt loops of your jeans, linking and tugging slightly at the material. Your hands slipped around Natasha’s neck, pulling her impossibly close as the kiss became more and more heated.
Your hips began to grind down onto her skirt clad thighs. “Let’s get this shirt off, shall we?” Natasha asked as she tugged the hem of your shirt, then slipped it over your body.
“Hmm, wearing my favorite lacy bra? Seems like you were ready to beg mommy to fuck you baby. Were you?” You nod, “Yes mommy, I need you so bad.”
She faux pouted by slipping her bottom lip out, humming softly. But she really pitied you, you spent all morning preparing her a delicious meal so of course she had to pay you back.
“Sit on my desk baby.” She said softly, helping you stand up. Her hands slipped around your back and unclasped your bra, her lips momentarily pressed against yours again.
Her cold hands massaged your soft breast lightly, nipples hardening at her cold touch. Her teeth sunk into her bottom lip, lightly tugging before slipping her tongue past your lips.
She swallowed your moans as they left your lips when she’d twist and tug on your buds. As soon as her lips left yours, they wrapped around your nipples. Her teeth grazing the nubs, making you squirm.
“Mommy please, I need you.” You whined. With your beg, her fingers fumbled with the button of your jeans. She tugged them off you, admiring the panties that matched the bra you previously had on.
She slipped the lace off your body, her hands softly met your thighs as she moved them apart. Her nimble fingers softly grazed over your clit, pressing down slightly to give you a little pressure.
She slipped her ring finger into your aching cunt, shortly after she added a second. Your head was thrown back as she thrust her fingers in and out of you. Curling then to reach the spots you most wanted to be.
You wrapped your legs tightly around her waist, earning a harsh slap to your pussy. One thing about Natasha is she had to have full control, nothing could be there to hold her in place.
As her dominant hand thrust her digits into your pussy, her other hand toyed with your clit. Sending you spiraling, and soon to your orgasm.
She removed her hand from you, licking away and tasting your arousal. “Wait here.” She demanded before walking to the room attached to her office.
She walked back with a strap attached to her hips. Natasha helped you bend over her desk, her strong arms holding you up.
She ran the tip of the faux dick through your cunt, slipping the end into you. She teased at your hole, then slipped the full length in.
“Fuck detka, taking mommy’s cock so well.” She rasped into the shell of your ear, you could hear the animalistic haste in her voice.
She began to snap her hips back and forth, the length of the dick filling you full. It was almost too much for you to bear, but you took it to satisfy her. That’s all you ever wanted to do, no one had ever loved you like Natasha.
“Mommy I’m gonna cum! Please let me cum, oh fuck!” You screamed as she slammed her hips into yours, and her hands gripped the sides of your lower back. “Cmon detka, cum on mommy’s cock. Let go for me sweetheart.”
Natasha watched as your cum began to gush out with each thrust from her. “Fuck detka, you did so good. Wait here.” Natasha walked off, then returned with a towel and her skirt back on.
She cleaned up your thighs and wiped the sweat off your forehead. “Here, put these on instead of your jeans.” She handed you a pair of sweats, and you kissed her cheek as a thanks.
“Do you have a lot more work Natty?” You asked as you redressed yourself. “Not much, why?” Natasha questioned.
“I was just hoping that before I went back home we could cuddle up for a bit on the couch.” You said, and a smile adorned her face. “I’d love that.”
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#natasha romanoff#marvel#natasha romanoff x reader#natasha romonova#natasha x reader#fanfic#natasha romanoff smut#natasha x you#natasha romanoff x reader smut#natasha fanfic#natahsa romanoff#natasha#natasha romanoff imagine#natasha romanov#natasha romanoff x you
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But... there's only one bed!
i missed writing cliche fanfiction tropes so here we are (づ￣ 3￣)づ
i am in a very bad mood tonight but it's fine, if i cheer others up with my fics then i'll definitely feel better also silly writing style makes a return
characters featured: bachira, nagi, chigiri, rin
₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚ Bachira Meguru
instead of freaking out like you, he just gets excited in true bachira fashion
you're like a new exciting pillow to try out 🤭
and wouldn't you know it, he is feeling a bit tired right now so that means you're getting dragged to bed by him
he gets very comfortable on your chest straight away, falling asleep almost instantly
you cannot push him off, it is physically impossible
be honest tho, you want to resign to a sleeping Bachira😌maybe being under him isn't so bad
it's like relaxing under a living (and also cute) weighted blanket, if you will
₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚ Nagi Seishiro
he's like... okay with it
as long as you don't bother him he doesn't mind sleeping in the same bed as you
that night he gets enlightened.... about how nice it is to share a bed with you🙏
normally he would be bothered by someone telling him stories when he's trying to catch Z's but he likes your stories
so when you passively mention asking the higher-ups for your own room the next morning he immediately shoots you down
how dare you like actually, leaving him now is unforgivable
"You're really warm." is the only reason he gives you as to why you shouldn't switch rooms... wow🥴
₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚ Chigiri Hyoma
he does not look like he is holding up too well when he sees that the bed is singular but neither are you tbh
you have to ask him "are you really okay with this?" like 10 times because you're so worried he might be uncomfy with this
after the initial shock he feels oddly excited and doesn't really get why he feels so worked up right now
sleeping is like... the opposite of a football match 🤧
(he is in denial about having a big fat crush on you, fyi)
when he wakes up the next morning you're leaning on him and he just kinda... malfunctions for a moment
yikes that cannot be good for his heart
₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚ Itoshi Rin
this dude really just turns around and walks out when he sees that there's only one bed 💀
but the puppy eyes always work and he is sitting down on the bed within 10 minutes
he is oddly smitten for you, and that is bothersome
so bothersome that he instinctively wraps his arms around you as you sleep
"...Rin?" you question the next morning only to get a total of ZERO responses
He did not hug you in his sleep, what on earth do you mean?
also, your sleeping face might or might not be distracting him from football practice a little bit
how troubling😔
#˗ˏˋ ★ ♡ 「Wolfie’s other works」 ♡ ★ ˎˊ˗#kinda not a big fan of this one tbh🥴#bllk x you#bllk x reader#bllk x gender neutral reader#bllk x y/n#bachira x reader#bachira x you#bachira meguru x reader#nagi x reader#nagi x you#nagi x y/n#nagi seishiro x reader#chigiri x reader#chigiri x you#chigiri hyoma x reader#itoshi rin x reader#itoshi rin x you#itoshi rin x y/n
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Can you make a guide on Zhao Lusi ? She is a Chinese actress. She is wonyoungism coded meaning if u look at her u can feel tjay She takes great care of herself ukwhim ?? She was in hidden love
How to live like Zhao Lusi ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.
This is a guide on daily routines inspired by Chinese actress Zhao Lusi! Thank you for the request, I hope you enjoy it!
content list (routines):
morning
study
workout
shower + self care
night
(_ _ ) . . z Z⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚୨ :★: ୧ ∗ ˖࣪ ໒꒱ ˚₊·
✸ ꒰ morning routine ꒱⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆
🐈⬛ Lusi’s morning starts her mornings washing her face with a foam cleanser and doing her skincare, emphasizing in using products to protect her skin from the sun as much as she cans, using a whitening cream, however you can use a moisturizer with vitamin c to help with hyperpigmentation instead! always finish your skincare with a lot of sunscreen. She also put on her contact lenses around this time.
Then get dressed and do your makeup, Lusi has a super feminine style! wearing dresses, skirts and blouses with muted colors, plus, she also does her makeup really natural that makes her look like a pretty girl next door! You can also style your hair with some waves to complete the drama protagonist style.
🪨 Lusi never, EVER skips breakfast, she even says that breakfast is the biggest meal she has in the day! so make sure to have a big, well balanced breakfast to have a lot of energy during the day.
Before getting out of her house, Lusi puts sunscreen again, especially on her neck, arms, hands and legs.
✸ ꒰ study routine ꒱⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆
🍙 Since Lusi is an actress, she must have very advanced memory skills! you can practice having a better memory, it's going to be useful especially for tests and presentations! Also, her job requires her to manage multiple skills to play different characters, you can try to play an instrument or do other artistic stuff!
After a hard working session, Lusi likes to reward herself with a delicious meal!
✸ ꒰ workout routine ꒱⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆
🏐 Lusi exercises even if she's on her period, doing yoga to help with cramps and debloating.
She’s also very flexible since she practices gymnastics, but she usually just watches follow along videos of pilates or hiit and use a resistance band on her legs!
✸ ꒰ shower + self care routine ꒱⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆
🗻 First, she takes her makeup off with an oil based cleanser, she takes her usual shower and puts on a lot of body lotion all over her body.
Then she washes her face with a foam cleanser and after drying it she uses a serum and cream for her skin.
💻 She does all this routine while watching variety shows on her iPad!
✸ ꒰ night routine ꒱⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆
Lusi then has a lot of fun cooking dinner for herself and her loved ones! you can try new recipes to try with your friends and family, enjoy your meal!
🪮 After dinner she goes to the bathroom to do her oral health routine! She brushes her teeth, uses some whitening strips to take care of her beautiful smile and finally wears her retainers to keep her teeth in place!
And before going to sleep she uses a massager to massage her scalp, you can use your fingers, massaging our scalps helps a lot with hair growth, so you should totally try it!
Good night!
(_ _ ) . . z Z⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚୨ :★: ୧ ∗ ˖࣪ ໒꒱ ˚₊·
heyyyyy this was my first time writing about someone I didn't knew before, but it was so fun anyways, I found most of the info on xiaohongshu but I still couldn't find much, so sorry if this is too short :(
also thanks everyone bc I didn't spect my last post to blow up :o!!
anyways that's all
toodlezzzzzz!!!!
#zhao lusi#zhao lusi motivation#morning routine#study routine#workout routine#shower routine#self care routine#night routine#wonyoungism#aesthetic#coquette#dream girl#it girl#pink blog#that girl#pinterest#pink pilates princess#becoming that girl#glow up#beauty tips#girly#pinterest girl#pink princess#productivity#motivation#inspo#self care#dream life#drama#acubi
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Innocent Touch {Kyle Spencer x Reader}
Lil drabble
Kyle and you are now in a relationship, much to the dismay of Zoe and Madison, but they keep their distance. Kyle has a bad memory, so you comfort him, and let him know it's alright to feel that way.
I recommend listening to "We'll Never Have Sex" while reading. It inspired me to write this.
Your perspective
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"They did what to him?" I sat there, mouth agape as Queenie told me what happened to Kyle when Zoe and Madison first brought him back.
"Yeah. Honestly, I'm glad you came along. You taught Kyle way better than they did."
"I can hear you, you know?" Madison grumbled, walking past us. I innocently sipped my coffee, like I did not gossip about her at all. When Queenie was about to talk again, a buzz went off on my phone.
| Angel Boy ❤️ |
- Cuddle? Worry.
| Me |
- of course angel. I'll be right up with some food x ❤️
"Kyle okay?"
"He's a bit worried about something, I'll be back." I quickly picked up the coffee mug, and a bag of sweets next to me, and jogged up the stairs into my own room. Kyle was curled up in the bed, silently sobbing and hiding his face. I put everything down, then lay by him, gently pulling one of his hands away.
"Y/N.."
"I'm here my sweet boy. Shh shh, what's wrong?" I held him close, and he eventually wrapped his arms around me, nuzzling into my neck.
"Mem...memory." Kyle stopped sobbing but I could tell he wanted to cry.
"Oh, my angel. It's alright. No one will ever hurt you like that. Ever again."
I kept Kyle in my arms for a while, cuddling him close, and letting him cry, sob, or whatever he felt like he was feeling.
The evening turned to night quickly, and Kyle was asleep. I kissed his forehead, but he woke up in a panic. "No...no! Go away..!"
"Kyle! Sweets, it's me..it's Y/N. It's me." He was scrambled in the corner of the bed, I stayed on the bed but on the other side, crossing my legs. He looked like a lost, scared puppy, unable to find control in the chaos. He looked up at me again, a scared wonder in his eyes. All I wanted to do was hold him and praise him for being so brave. My scared, sweet boy. I opened my arms, and let him decide what to do.
He slowly crawled into my arms and snuggled back into me. "I'm sorry my darling...can you tell me where I can touch you?"
"Cuddles only. Maybe kiss."
"Of course. Let's watch Adventure Time for a bit yeah?" Kyle nodded and we adjusted ourselves, so he was laying on top of me, with the laptop on his own lap. "I love you Kyle, I'll do whatever so you're comfortable."
"I love you...so much."
#ahs#evan peters#american horror story#franken kyle#kyle spencer x you#kyle spencer#kyle spencer x reader#Kyle fluff#franken kyle x reader#frankenkyle fluff#ahs x reader#x Reader fluff#i love kyle sm#evan peters x reader#evan peters fluff
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Let me control you
Wanda Maximoff/fem!reader
Warnings: 18+ only, dom Wanda, sub reader, dom/sub dynamics, hand signal communication, mommy kink, praise kink, mirror kink, collars, marking, so much teasing, slight pet play, alluded smut
Word count: 1.8k
A/n: “Oh heyyyyyy”. So I haven’t written for months…. Probably won’t again for another few months 😅 but yeah I got inspired by CelticKitten25’s red room renovations series on ao3, (go read for some perfect Bishova and Wandanat kinky goodness) Shoutout to my bestie @phantomspiderr for convincing me to write and post this 🥰 I hope you all like it! 💕🦊
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“You ready baby?” Wanda asks gently as she carefully eyes your reaction to her question.
You nod quickly looking up at her with doe eyes where she stands slightly taller than you, you had both talked about this being something you wanted to try and tonight was finally the moment after some practice and learning some gestures that Wanda wanted to use.
Wanda had been so sweet as the night had gone on, taking care of you, praising you, talking you through everything to get your headspace just right, now you were both standing next to your large plush bed officially ready to begin.
Wanda smiled slightly and tilted her head, you could physically see her switching from her sickly sweet demeanour to her more strict and dominant side. She was curious about something and wanted to test her theory, “can you tell me your safe words darling?” Instantly you opened your mouth to respond before quickly snapping it shut again eager to please your wife and domme. A slight chuckle left the Sokovian’s mouth, “you’re already trying to hold your words for me aren’t you? Such a good girl but it’s ok, it’s not a trick you can tell me, I want to hear you right now” she reassured you after confirming her theory that without even fully starting you were already trying your very best to please her just as Wanda liked you.
You smiled up at your wife, “green for I’m good, yellow for slow down or readjust and red for stop, taps if I can’t talk mommy” Wanda cupped your face with both of hands and quickly pressed a kiss to your forehead, “that’s my good girl”
“Ok my love we are going to start now, remember you can stop anytime you want to” Wanda says as she presses a gentle kiss to your lips and moved over to the red suede chair in the corner of your shared bedroom and sat down, never once taking her eyes off of you.
You waited patiently not moving from your spot as both of you simply watched each other carefully, Wanda slowly lifted her hand and crooked her finger towards her, cautiously you started taking steps forward, you only got around half way to her before she held her hand up signalling you to stop, you did as instructed, watching the many rings on her fingers glinting in the low light but trying to keep your focus so you didn’t miss anything she asked of you.
“Good” she stated to reassure you more than anything, she knew you were nervous about this, as much as it was your idea and you completely trusted your domme to give complete control to, it was nerve wracking to use a whole new set of communication and you didn’t want to disappoint her.
She moved her palm face down to the floor and slowly lowered it a little, you quickly dropped to your knees and folded your hands behind your back, Wanda smirked at how quick you were to respond.
Watching carefully the Sokovian left you with no signals for a moment to gauge where you were at, she noted your breathing quickening a little and you starting to twitch after a few minutes, “slow down my love, you are doing great, don’t overthink it, this is all new I’m not going to punish you if you make some mistakes to start with, once you’ve had some practice however…” Wanda trailed off with a smirk.
With a deep breath you flick your eyes to her face quickly and smile at her, reassuring her you were ok and wanted to continue before focusing back on her hands.
After letting you settle Wanda turned her palm face up and lifted it, you moved to stand again but kept your hands behind your back. You concentrated as she lifted a single finger and held it in the air, slowing yourself down you pulled your pyjama top over your head and dropped it beside you, never letting your focus waver once, the heat in your stomach was making its way lower, trying not to rub your thighs together as you watch your wife sit forward in the chair and rest her arms on her legs looking so dominant and completely in control of your every action with just a flick of her hands, you loved it when she wore a suit and with her jacket discarded your eyes subconsciously wondered to the open buttons of her shirt getting a peek at the deep red lace underneath.
“Ah ah ah focus” Wanda tutted as you quickly move your gaze back to her hands waiting for your next instruction. Two fingers were held up and move to slide your shorts down your legs and drop them next to your shirt revealing the matching green set of lace that Wanda had picked out for you.
“Such a pretty girl for me, I can see you squirming, you just need mommy so bad don’t you?” Wanda cooed and she nearly had you but you managed to catch yourself and simply nod in response and it was worth it for the smile that graced your wife’s lips “such a clever little thing”.
You could feel the lace sticking to you as you desperately grew wetter, you just wanted to be close to her and to please her and it was getting harder to breathe by the second, willing to keep your focus when you finally heard the click of her fingers signalling to you that you could approach her, you practically scrambled forward and dropped back down to your knees more gently this time at her feet instinctively folding your hands behind you and dropping your gaze to the floor. No sooner had you looked at the floor when Wanda’s hand gripped your chin and tilted your head up to face her.
“You’re doing so good for me my love, so pretty and obedient” Wanda cooed so sweetly as she traced your lower lip with her thumb, it took every ounce of strength you had not to take the digit into your mouth. You could feel yourself dropping more and more into that blissful fuzzy headspace by the second spurred on by the consistent praise she was giving you.
You observed quietly as Wanda lifted a single finger and spun it in a quick circle while gazing down at you with dark eyes. Shuffling on your knees to turn your back to her you now had a perfect view of the full length ornate mirror on the opposite wall, you found Wanda’s eyes in the mirror and patiently awaited your next command, perfectly placed in between her spread legs as she leaned dangerously close to your ear and draped her arms over your shoulders, oozing control as she breathily whispered “such a pretty pet for me” before kissing a bruising mark into the side of your neck, you barely held back a whine as you shivered and arched into her touch.
“Do you know what pretty pets get baby?” She asked teasingly after leaving the darkening purple mark blossoming on your neck. You shook your head slowly, shuddering at how hot your wife looked as she rested her chin on the top of your head to watch you in the mirror, caging you in with her thighs and absentmindedly twisting the rings on her fingers where they were crossed just under your eye line.
Leaning back away from you Wanda reached over to retrieve a slim black box you hadn’t noticed was sitting on the small table next to what in your mind might as well have been Wanda’s throne. Your body instinctively chased after her touch until a firm hand gripped a fistful of your hair causing your breath to catch in your throat, she pushed you gently back to position, the perfect balance of gentle and rough handling practically making your mind go blank.
“Patience little one” she scolded as she took the box and balanced it between her thighs behind your back where you couldn’t see.
“Can you close your eyes for me? It’s a surprise for my clever girl” she smirked at you in the mirror while clicking the box open.
You hesitated, trying to convey your silent question to your domme through just your eyes in the reflection of the mirror.
Reading you as an open book Wanda quickly answered your question, “No signals darling, not until you open your eyes again”.
Nodding gently you slipped your eyes closed and waited for your surprise, keeping your posture perfect was difficult as you felt Wanda once again trap you with her strong thighs, not that you would ever even dream of moving.
You felt her move your hair over your shoulder, purposefully brushing against her mark that she’d left just to see you shiver and started pressing feather light kisses across your shoulders and the back of your neck, occasionally teasing with her teeth. Then you felt her arms once again move in front of you and it felt as if the whole world stopped as a cool piece of leather with a perfectly soft inner lining was fastened snugly around your neck. Another kiss was placed just above the leather around your neck before your hair was moved back in place.
“Open” she breathed as you felt her chin once again rest on the top of your head to watch your reaction in the mirror.
Opening your eyes you were met with the sight of yourself, perfectly kneeled in between your wife’s thighs as she gazed at you through the mirror, her eyes such a darker shade of green than normal and filled with lust. Your eyes moved from hers to the beautiful leather collar wrapped around your throat, the shade of green matching perfectly to the lace set Wanda had picked out earlier and finished with a shiny gold ring, you could feel the matching buckle pressed perfectly into the back of your neck, the image making your mind go blank.
“Pretty obedient pets get pretty collars” she purred into your ear, tracing her nails down your back. By this point you were struggling to even hold yourself up, your breaths coming out in soft pants as you softly shook under her gaze.
Making sure you were somewhat steady Wanda stood and quickly circled to be in front of you, tilting your head up with one finger under your chin to an almost uncomfortable angle and making the collar dig deliciously into the bruise on the side of your neck.
“You ready for some real fun my pet?” She growled possessively, eyes darkening impossibly further at the whine you finally let escape and the “yes mommy” that fell from your lips.
Hooking her finger into the gold ring of your collar she pulled you up into a bruising kiss making you yelp, “I’ll let that one slide” she muttered breathlessly after pulling away from you slightly.
“Bed now.”
#wanda maximoff#wanda maximoff x reader#wanda maximoff/reader#wanda x reader#wanda maximoff x you#wanda maximoff x y/n#wanda maximommy#wanda maximoff drabble#marvel drabble#mommy wanda#vixensfics#wanda maximoff smut
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come claim an emoji! ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.
♡ = fluff · ♤ = angst · ♧ = smut
i mostly write for minho. the fics are sorted from most recent to oldest.
⌜ BANG CHAN ⌟
💌 DRABBLES:
like you used to ( ♤ ) — est. relationship; 0.6k
⤷ “kiss me like you did the first time under that shitty street light near the corner of my old apartment.”
⌜ LEE MINHO⌟
☁️ ONESHOTS & SERIES:
wishful thinking ( ♡ ♤ ♧ ) — friends to lovers, friends with benefits au
⤷ the instruction was plain and simple: no strings attached. but you should’ve known from the beginning that it could never apply to you and him.
💌 DRABBLES:
seasons of you ( ♡ ) — est. relationship; 0.7k
⤷ minho falls in love with you four times a year.
anchored ( ♡ ♤ ) — est. relationship; 1.0k
⤷ in those instances, you don’t necessarily need him to say anything back, you just want to feel seen and heard.
sweeter ( ♧ ) — est. relationship; 1.4k
⤷ “say it, bunny. make me happy.”
happy place ( ♡ ) — est. relationship; 0.8k
⤷ every pretty color he sees and every beautiful adjective in his vocabulary? that’s all you.
magnolia ( ♡ ♤ ) — est. relationship; 0.4k
⤷ there are some things that you just have to process on your own, some motions you have go through by yourself.
thirteen percent ( ♡ ) — est. relationship; 1.2k
⤷ it was beyond endearing, but it was also fucking 4:18am.
my moon and stars ( ♡ ) — est. relationship; 1.1k
⤷ he’s full of surprises today, it seems.
forgetful ( ♡ ) — est. relationship; 0.9k
⤷ no matter how callous his facade is, he is still the type to love you quietly. tenderly. completely.
remedy ( ♡ ♤ ) — est. relationship; 1.2k
⤷ “you don’t have to talk to me. just… stay with me for a while.”
away from you ( ♡ ) — est. relationship; 0.9k
⤷ absence makes the heart grow fonder - maybe there’s some truth in that.
fujifilm x100v ( ♡ ) — est. relationship; 0.3k
⤷ your fujifilm x100v, minho always says he hates the thing.
endgame ( ♡ ♧ ) — est. relationship; 1.1k
⤷ the thought of ever loving anyone else seems like an impossible one. he’s it for you. this is your endgame, right here.
quiet ( ♡ ♧ )— est. relationship; 0.6k
⤷ “i always like your voice. you know that.”
in the dark ( ♡ ♤ ) — friends to lovers; 0.6k
⤷ he’s too stubborn for his own good and he’s too good for his own sake.
fold ( ♡ ) — est. relationship; 0.9k
⤷ “you lasted 58 minutes. so close. almost made it a full hour.”
to build a home ( ♡ ) — est. relationship; 0.5k
⤷ home isn’t always a place. sometimes, home is a person.
⌜ HWANG HYUNJIN ⌟
💌 DRABBLES:
rue de rivoli ( ♡ ) — est. relationship; 0.9k
⤷ any city is love when you’re with him.
⌜ HAN JISUNG ⌟
💌 DRABBLES:
parallel lines ( ♤ ) — best friends au, unrequited love au; 1.3k
⤷ so quick, so easy. the process of leaving you, done in mere minutes.
⌜ KIM SEUNGMIN ⌟
💌 DRABBLES:
six minutes ( ♡ ) — friends to lovers (?); 0.8k
⤷ “i don’t think a kidnapper would get up early and google how to soft boil eggs either.”
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GRAVES MASTERLIST
from heartwarming tales that tug at your emotions to thrilling adventures that leave you on the edge of your seat, this masterlist offers a diverse range of stories to suit every reader's taste. whether you're a reader looking for your next favorite story or a writer seeking inspiration, this masterlist is designed to connect you with the vibrant storytelling.
━━━━ ⧗ most work contain angst and fluff.
━━━━ ᗢ be polite or get blocked.
━━━━ ⧗ welcome gays, leave men.
━━━━ ᗢ dom!female!reader x sub!wandanat ( scarlizzie )
━━━━ ⧗ english is not my first language, so excuse my poor grammar and poor writing style.
━━━━ ᗢ #natsgrave — my personal hashtag.
━━━━ ⧗ #grave fic reco's — fic reblogs.
━━━━ ᗢ #graves iq reco's — funny / wholesome quotes that i found.
W. MAXIMOFF | E. OLSEN
request open!
━━━━ ᗢ tolerate it | pt. 2
While you were out building other worlds, where was I? You assume I'm fine, but what would you do if I break free and leave us in ruins?
━━━━ ᗢ midnight rain
She was sunshine, I was midnight rain. She wanted a bride, I was making my own name, chasing that fame.
━━━━ ᗢ new year's day
I want your midnights, but I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's day. Please, don't ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere.
━━━━ ᗢ inside my palm
She said; the whole world can fit inside my palm.
━━━━ ᗢ cake
The role you made me play of the fool, how you laugh when you lie, I got a list of names and yours is in red underlined. Oh, look what you made me do.
━━━━ ᗢ scary witch
The stars in your eyes shined brighter in tupelo, and if you're ever tired of being known for who you know, you know, you'll always know me.
━━━━ ᗢ flirting
Baby, was it over then? Is it over now?
━━━━ ᗢ boobs
There's nothin' like a mad woman, what a shame she went mad. No one likes a mad woman, you made her like that.
━━━━ ᗢ do you want my number?
I'm captivated by you, baby, like a fireworks show. I see sparks fly, whenever you smile, get me with those green eyes, baby.
━━━━ ᗢ bus
The old lady thinks that you and lizzie make a really good couple.
━━━━ ᗢ mommy
I loved you in secret. I could've spent forever with your hands in my pockets, picture of your face in an invisible locket. And darling, you had turned my bed into a sacred oasis. People started talking, putting us through our paces, I knew there was no one in the world who could take it.
━━━━ ᗢ cold
And baby, I get mystified by how this city screams your name. And baby, I'm so terrified of if you ever walk away. That's the kind of heartbreak time could never mend
━━━━ ᗢ use me'
You're a mansion with a view, do the girls back home touch you like I do?
━━━━ ᗢ kids'
And you know that I'd swing with you for the fences, sit with you in the trenches. Give you my wild, give you a child. Give you the silence that only comes when two people understand each other.
━━━━ ᗢ distant
In a world of boys, she's a gentlewoman.
━━━━ ᗢ she's back
Sometimes I wonder; when you sleep, are you ever dreaming of me? Sometimes when I look into your eyes, I pretend you're mine, all the damn time.
━━━━ ᗢ soulmate
What a shame, didn't want to be the one that got away. Taking down the pictures and the plans we made. Big mistake, you broke the sweetest promise that you never should have made.
━━━━ ᗢ her villain
'Cause all the boys and their expensive cars with their range rovers and their jaguars never took me quite way you do.
━━━━ ᗢ greatest what if
Someday when you leave me, I bet these memories follow you around.
━━━━ ᗢ professor maximoff
Why is she just so oblivious?
━━━━ ᗢ heart
I knew it from the first old fashioned, we were cursed. Should've known I'd be the first to leave think about the place where you first met me.
━━━━ ᗢ you're losing me
How can you say that you love someone you can't tell is dyin'? Do I throw out everything we built or keep it? And you know what they all say, you don't know what you got until it's gone.
━━━━ ᗢ after the fight | pt. 2
Echoes of your name inside my mind, hiding my obsession. I once was poison ivy, but now I'm your daisy.
━━━━ ᗢ last memory
If I didn't know better, I'd think you were talking to me now. If I didn't know better, I'd think you were still around. What died didn't stay dead, you're alive, so alive, in my head.
━━━━ ᗢ shadows of the night
Sometimes I feel like everybody is a sexy baby and I'm a monster on the hill. Too big to hang out, slowly lurching toward your favorite city pierced through the heart, but never killed. I'll stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror, it must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero.
━━━━ ᗢ love
A string that pulled me, out of all the wrong arms right into that dive bar. Something wrapped all of my past mistakes in barbed wire, chains around my demons, wool to brave the seasons. One single thread of gold tied me to you. And isn't it just so pretty to think, all along there was some invisible string tying you to me?
━━━━ ᗢ birthday
Your wish is my command.
━━━━ ᗢ wedding
Sometimes giving up is the strong thing, sometimes to run is the brave thing, sometimes walking out is the one thing, that will find you the right thing. The snaps from the same little breaks in your soul, you know when it's time to go.
━━━━ ᗢ champagne problems
I never was ready, so I watch you go. But you'll find the real thing instead, she'll patch up your tapestry that I shred. You won't remember all my champagne problems.
━━━━ ᗢ compliments
she deserves it all.
N. ROMANOFF | S. JOHANSSON
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━━━━ ⧗ pick up lines
And that's how it works, that's how you got the girl.
━━━━ ⧗ high school sweetheart
You wear the same jewels that I gave you as you bury me. I didn't have it in myself to go with grace and you're the hero flying around, saving face. And if I'm dead to you, why are you at the wake?
━━━━ ⧗ coffee
I've been spending the last eight months, thinking all love ever does is break and burn and end. But on a wednesday, in a cafe, I watched it begin again.
━━━━ ⧗ cold hearted
You're so gorgeous, I can't say anything to your face, 'cause look at your face. And I'm so furious at you for making me feel this way.
━━━━ ⧗ it was you'
Something's gone terribly wrong, you're all I wanted. Can't turn back now, I'm haunted.
━━━━ ⧗ the photographer and actress
Big reputation, you and me, we'd be a big conversation. It's like your eyes are liquor, it's like your body is gold. You've been calling my bluff on all my usual tricks, so here's the truth from my red lips.
━━━━ ⧗ thank you
Why'd you have to lead me on? Why'd you have to twist the knife? Walk away and leave me bleedin'.
━━━━ ⧗ the knight
All I know is you held the door, you'll be mine and I'll be yours. All I know since yesterday is everything has changed.
━━━━ ⧗ my atlantis
To kiss in cars and downtown bars was all we needed. You drew stars around my scars but now I'm bleedin'. I knew you tried to change the ending, peter losing wendy.
━━━━ ⧗ ex
I used to say never say never, but we are never getting back together, like ever.
━━━━ ⧗ in the next lifetime
But in those photos, I saw us instead and, somehow, I know that you and I would've found each other in another life. You still would've turned my head even if we'd met. You're always gonna be mine, we're gonna be timeless.
━━━━ ⧗ you have flour
When you think of all the late nights, lame fights over the phone. Your past and mine are parallel lines, stars all aligned and they intertwined.
━━━━ ⧗ we both had our chance
I persist and resist the temptation to ask you if one thing had been different, would everything be different today?
━━━━ ⧗ i miss you
Now, I fear I have fallen from grace and I feel like my castle's crumbling down.
━━━━ ⧗ what's the answer?
Spending the next few years of my life looking for answers from her.
━━━━ ⧗ short
You think she's just being dramatic about it.
━━━━ ⧗ she doesn't love me anymore
What the fuck?
━━━━ ⧗ this is your fault
Kiss me, try to fix it, could you just try to listen? Hang up, give up, and for the life of us, we can't get back.
━━━━ ⧗ bad temper | pt. 2 | pt. 3
My words shoot to kill when I'm mad, I have a lot of regret about that.
━━━━ ⧗ teddy bear
Seems like she don't hate Mr. cuddle that much.
━━━━ ⧗ you forgot your clothes
I'm so chill, but you make me jealous, but I got your heart skippin'. You know I'm not a bad girl but I do bad things with you.
━━━━ ⧗ i'm falling again
Oh oh, I'm falling inlove again.
━━━━ ⧗ gorgeous specimen
I was enchanted to meet you.
━━━━ ⧗ too late
words— how little they mean when you're a little too late.
━━━━ ⧗ how to seduce your wife | pt. 2
I would stay forever if you say, don't go.
━━━━ ⧗ threesome'
All of this silence and patience, pining and desperately waiting, 'cause I don't want you like a best friend.
━━━━ ⧗ i hate you
Remembering her comes in flashbacks and echoes, tell myself it's time now gotta let go. But moving on from her is impossible, when I still see it all in my head, in burning red.
━━━━ ⧗ streamer'
Don't worry, you're safe, the stream's off.
━━━━ ⧗ recreating memories
I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you. I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you. I once believed love would be black and white but it's golden, like daylight.
━━━━ ⧗ ribbon
Found my way back to her.
━━━━ ⧗ you went home early
I know that I'm a handful, baby. But one of these things is not like the others, baby doll, when it comes to a lover I promise that you'll never find another like me.
━━━━ ⧗ eight years
This is the last time I'm asking you why, you break my heart in the blink of an eye.
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bf!danheng headcanons
a/n: no thoughts, head empty, uhhh my first crack at hsr headcanons!! ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.
genre: just some fluffy headcanons
reader: gn - unless a hairpin is something you might consider gendered
he’s not a man of many words, but his love speaks through random acts of service - most completely unprompted. once after an expedition you mentioned you really liked a brand of juice he shared with you. the next day you opened up the express fridge to find an entire shelf stocked with it. you asked dan heng about it. he just shrugged.
you had trouble sleeping one night, and, worried for you, he remembered how you mentioned that your mother used to sing you lullabies. he frowned, knowing he wasn’t about to do that, but instead gave you one of his earpieces, putting on a nice piano song while he returned to his desk to do some more work.
this man will use anything except an actual bookmark. he will dogear his books, stick something in it to save his place - *anything* but a bookmark. you’ve gotten used to it. one day he asked if you could hand him something to use, so you absentmindedly handed him your hair pin. it’s all he uses now.
he doesn’t really ask for kisses - you just notice him watching you *very intently*, his eyes lingering in your peripheral vision, and when you turn your head to ask him what’s up, he gives you a quick peck and carries on.
same for hugs or holding you close - you two will be sitting beside each other and he’ll quietly draw an arm around your waist and draw you in while he continues on with whatever it is he was doing. it’s his way of saying come closer.
one time march told him off for not being very affectionate towards you, but you told him you didn’t mind so much. still, the next time you two ran into pela he seemed to be uncharacteristically interested in her fanfiction chatter.
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a/n: ok! i hope you liked them. maybe i’ll do another one sometime 🚶♀️
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#honestly hes kinda tot artem coded to me#hoyoverse#honkai star rail#dan heng#honkai star rail x reader#hsr x reader#hsr headcanons#dan heng x reader#mine
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Tainted Past
Reader Description: he/they, masculine titles, early 20s.
Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Masculine!Reader
A/n: So this was inspired while I was playing around in Character.ai (I was being delulu as usual), so I guess shoutout to the creator of Mature!Wanda ai for kickstarting my brain again. I haven't write in a while guys pls be nice :')
Warnings: No warnings for now actually, maybe sadge Wanda, Wanda lowkey being bullied.
Summary: Years have passed since Westview and Wanda finally has the chance to settle down and live the normal she had always yearned for. However, that comes with a challenge as many were still wary of her. Along the way she met a young man in his early 20s, whom took pity on the witch despite all odds.
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It was a huge deal when rumors spread about the infamous Scarlet Witch moving into their town. The same witch that brought upon destructions and chaos, the one who enslaved a whole town. The one that the Dracula from Hotel Transylvania would describe as,
"-Nutsy Cuckoo!" Y/n snorted at their friend's description of the witch, "She's a total nutjob, I'm telling you. She went berserk for kids she DIDN'T even have."
"And afterwards went after a child, no, a literal CHILD!" Their other friend added, "Who happens to be America Chavez, who ended up teaming up with her as well. Hence why she's able to even live freely back into society."
"That's crazy..." Y/n said while shaking his head. The were all sitting their usual cafe, gossiping about their latest neighbor.
"I heard she lives across the street from you. Hey, at least she's a hot MILF right?" Their friend Magdalena joked, which made her receive a cookie thrown at her face.
"Shut up, Lena." She only snorted. As both of his friends were snickering, the two of them stopped and their eyes trailed something behind him.
"What?"
"Speak of the devil..." Victor said as he had a little bit of a disgusted look.
Y/n turned around, and there she was. The Scarlet Witch. She hasn't been seen on any media for the past few years, the last time she was seen, she had a long auburn hair, and was wearing her suit. The look she had right now was a striking contrast to her last appearance on the media.
She had cut her hair, it was now dyed blonde, and she was wearing a casual civilian clothes. Y/n felt shivers running down their spine as painful memories flooded his mind.
"She really wants to be normal, huh?" Victor said under his breath.
"I mean... she's kinda-" Victor elbowed Magdalena on her ribs before she could finish her sentence. Giving her a look that says 'don't'.
The whole cafe went silent when she entered the shop, she awkwardly said 'hi' before making her way to the queue. Everything else was a little bit of a blur for Y/n, as for some reason their heart started beating rapidly. Their fist clenched to the point his friend had to snap him out of his thoughts.
"I'm fine." Y/n responded with a faux smile before focusing his attention outside the window. He couldn't help but to focus on Wanda's voice when she ordered.
"I would like something to drink please." He heard Wanda speak, there was a beat of silence.
"Coffee? Tea?" The barista responded, soundingly uninterested and rude. Seems like the Barista wasn't a huge fan of Wanda, as normally the Barista was always so kind to Y/n and his friends.
"O-oh! Coffee, please." Another silence, "Cappucino, hot."
"That'll be $4.50." She could be heard rummaging through her purse and took out a some money to pay.
"I'm assuming you would need my name-"
"We know." The barista said rather coldly. Wanda could be heard clearing her throat nervously and waited for her order. It didn't take long before they called out, "Cappucino for Scarlet Witch."
Y/n glances at the bar, they noticed how tense she was upon hearing her title. The title she wishes everyone would forget. She gave a forced smile before turning and walking back to the exit. Seems like she was nervous, and then the worst possible thing could happen to someone happened to her...
Her purse got stuck on the door handle as she was about to walk out, causing her to spill her beverage. "Shit!" She cursed.
Y/n's two friends couldn't handle their snort upon seeing the tragedy. Wanda glances at them and awkwardly laughs, "Silly me." She says before hastily walking away from the shop.
"She is just adapting well to us mere mortals." Victor said sarcastically.
As much as Y/n wasn't exactly fond of the witch (for personal reasons), they did felt... a hint of sympathy towards her. He looked outside and saw her seemingly cursing at herself for the embarrassing encounter at the cafe.
Oh she's going to take a while to adapt...
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Y/n looked down at the notes their sister sent them and walked down the aisle to find the item. What seem to be a simple errand turned into a full blown grocery shopping, that bitch.
I just wanted to buy some ramen...
He picked up a bunch of items his sisters needed, and picked a pack of ramen for himself. While he was on the cereal section he heard that familiar voice again.
"Hi, ma'am, do you know where I could- O-oh, yes, that's alright have a good day!" He turns his attention to her direction, from the customers to the staff, they were all ignoring her existence. She visibly sighed and gave up on asking people. That's... what she deserves I guess.
He only saw her again as he was about to pay, they were queued just behind her. Crap.
"Sorry ma'am, we take cash only, the machine is broken at the moment." The cashier told her.
"I... I don't have any cash on me right now." She nervously laughs, "Are you sure? Because the customer before-"
"Look if you don't have cash you can pay with apple pay." Seems like the cashier just wanted to torment her, which she did as Wanda sighed in frustration.
"I don't- I don't have that set up on my phone yet." The cashier only shrugged their shoulders. "Fine. How much was-"
"$27.60" Wanda started rummaging through her purse again, desperately trying to find some cash left. She found... $5, ok that's a start. $10, ok we're getting there.
"Hey come on, lady! You're holding up the line!" The guy behind Y/n yelled, making Wanda panic slightly. Y/n closed his eyes, ugh fuckin-
They opened their eyes again, and Wanda was still hastily searching her bag as people got increasingly annoyed at her. They closed their eyes, agh Jesus fucking christ I better go to heaven for this-
"Ok, is there any-" Wanda's sentence was cut off when hand puts down a $50 dollar bill to pay for her checkout.
"You can just pay me back later." Wanda wanted to refuse, but she internally sighed in relief. The cashier gave Y/n the change and Wanda thanked them with the brightest smile. "Don't mention it." They said giving her a polite smile.
As Wanda walked out of the store, she took another glance at the young boy and smiled to herself. She made a mental note to find the youth later on.
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They didn't understand why they had to be so sympathetic to the psycho witch, especially after everything she had put them through. Everyone was doing just fine ignoring her presence, in fact, Y/n had the biggest right out of them all to ignore that crazy, wacko, mentally unstable-
"There you are!"
A familiar voice made Y/n whipped their head to the direction. Oh no... Don't tell me she thinks we're basically friends now. Wanda walked up to him with a smile, Y/n had a natural instinct to tense up. Just the sight of her, made him clenched his jaw.
"I just wanted to properly say thank you." She said, rubbing her hand nervously. She wore a simple red t-shirt, and jeans. Wanda looked like any normal civilian. If you had lived in a cave, unaware of the outside world, the idea that Wanda is capable of such chaos and destruction wouldn't cross your mind. "And uh... for your trouble."
Wanda then handed him cash of what she owes him. He looked at the money and then her. "This is.... $30"
"Oh you can keep it all." The witch said with a slight shake in her voice, she then cleared her throat. "U-unless you prefer it to be precise I can-" She pulled out her phone from her pocket. "I can use that uh... that app, Vimeo?"
Y/n couldn't help but to let out a chuckle, "Venmo. Vimeo is a like a... it's like Youtube." Am I really talking with this lady?
"Ah... Right, right, I... I knew that." She looked at her phone with confused look on her face. Wanda then let out a soft laugh. "Well imagine my confusion."
"Well, thank you. I could definitely use the extra $2." Y/n said with a smile.
"I should be thanking you." Wanda responded, she bit her lip slightly, wanting to continue the conversation with what it seems like the only person who sees her as a human. "I'm Wanda, by the way, Wanda Maximoff." She hold out her hand awkwardly.
"I uhm- I'm your new neighbor, but I- I'm sure you knew that already." She let out a nervous laugh.
Y/n didn't want to talk to the witch any longer than needed, sharing name would mean they were on first name basis. But if there's anything Y/n hated more... Being left hanging when you hold out your had.
"Y/n, nice to meet you, Wanda."
Wanda noticeably beamed at the fact that they didn't just brushed her off.
"Well I should be heading back. I live just across from you." Shit! Why did I say that??
"Oh then I hope to see more of you!" Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckity-
"Yeah, see you around, Mrs. Maximoff." He said politely, giving her a smile and crossed the street to his house. He internally cursed at himself. Idiot!
Wanda turned around smiling to herself. I made a friend...
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For the next few weeks, Wanda never fails to greet them whenever she happens to see Y/n pass. She did that to everyone, of course, but no one ever really bothers to respond. Y/n desperately wanted to avoid her, but it was difficult as she continuously try to interact with everyone. Which... to be honest was quite sad.
He doesn't know why he felt bad, but seeing the woman trying so desperately to join society and no one giving her a chance was such a depressing sight to see. Not that Y/n should care, she shouldn't have done what she did. But...
Ugh... It doesn't take much for him to be polite at least.
So Y/n started to return her polite greetings. Whenever he sees her watering her flowers, she greet him with a wave and a smile. And Y/n does the same. They had to admit, seeing her so happy that someone responded was... kind of cute.
Eugh...
It went on for a while, so you could say they were on a friendly term. And Y/n had no plans on furthering that relationship. At least by choice.
"Hi there, Y/n!" She greeted with her usual smile and wave. It had been about 2 months since she lived here. "How's your morning jog?"
"Hi, Mrs. Maximoff. Uh... It was alright, nice weather today."
"I agree. Say, you fancy joining a party? I'm having a housewarming party this evening, you should come. There will be plenty of food." She asked with hopeful eyes.
"Uh..." Say no, say no, what the fuck are you- SAY NO. "I'll have to see, ma'am. I have a pretty packed schedule today."
Wanda tried to hide her disappointment as much as she could. She had heard tons of those excuses for days now, at least he was polite about his rejection. "That's alright, darling! I'm just across the road if you change your mind. And feel free to bring some friends!"
"I'll keep that in mind, Mrs. Maximoff. See you around!" Y/n said before going back to their house. They leaned on the closed door and sighed. Their sister looked at them expectantly.
"She invited you as well?" She said with a raised eyebrow.
Y/n sighed before answering, "Yeah..."
"I don't know why she even bothers. Not like anyone would take her up for it." His sister said dismissively as she went back to the living room, settling on the couch.
Y/n joins her and grabs the remote, "Maybe she has change."
"You've got to be one mentally ill fucker to say that, especially coming from you." She added, waiting for him to pick a movie. "Did she hex you or something-"
"I'm perfectly fine." Y/n sighed. "I just... Look she does seems like some woman who's trying to live a normal life."
"But she's not a woman, Y/n. She's a monster." She rubs her temple. "A lot of people gone mad in Westview, I'm sure you remember."
"How could I forget..."
"She could try all she wants, but I won't give her the benefit of the doubt. And I won't stop you if you decide too..." They looked at their sister who smiles at him gently. "The beauty of it is that you have a choice now, none of her victims did."
He looked at the floor, his sister could see the gears in his head moving.
"Though I have to say you are one mad son of a bitch if you did."
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I am one mad son of a bitch.
They thought to themselves as they rang her doorbell. I could still change my mind right? I can run-
"I'll be right there!"
Fuck!
Wanda opens the door, delighted to greet her guest. "Y/n! So glad you could make it."
"Hi, Mrs. Maximoff." They took in her dress, well she does look good. "You look stunning."
Wanda gave him a smile, "Thank you. Please, come in!"
They entered the house, it was cozy, small, homey, there were very little pictures hung up. They did notice one family picture, and what it looks like and old frame of her and her late brother. Her informations was easy to find on the internet, yes Y/n did their research.
The house was decorated for party mode. There was some snack on the table, fruit punch, and a few other things. However, it was missing a key ingredient...
"Sorry, am I early?" He turned to Wanda.
Wanda sighed, "Early is uh... one way to put it. You're the first one here the others must've been late. They said they'll stop by." She puts on a reassuring smile, but Y/n had a feeling she must've felt devastated.
And in fact, Wanda was. This housewarming party was her attempt to prove herself to the neighborhood that she was in fact not a threat, maybe make some friends... But no matter, she had one guest now.
"Take a seat!" She said enthusiastically, "Would you like something to drink?"
"Yeah sure, I'll get some fruit punch, looks really refreshing." The two settled down on the couch, there was a moment of awkward silent between them.
If there's one thing Y/n couldn't take, it was that.
"Here." They passed her the gift bag they had brought for her. "It's an old record player I had lying around, I don't ever use it anymore and I thought it would go with uh..." He searched for the right words, "Someone of your generation?"
Wanda took the gift with a smile and gave him a funny look, "You make it sounds like I'm old." She said jokingly. "But thank you. You didn't have too, but I appreciate it."
It was a red colored Crosley turntable. It was portable, and had a built in speaker. Her heart swelled at their gesture. "There's some vinyls in there as well, I hope you like the Beatles."
"I love the Beatles."
"I'll help you set it up." He said with a kind smile. Wanda decided to put the record player in her living room, perhaps some tune would help set up the mood. They plugged it in and Y/n made her choose the album. Wanda scanned the various albums, looking at the front cover and the back with a smile on her face.
She puts on one album and the song 'Twist and Shout' started to play. "Now this is a party." Wanda said, earning a chuckle from the youth. She then lightly bop her head into the song, twisting her legs like one of those old style dance. For a second she seems to lost her self into the music.
Y/n had always seen Wanda in... sort of a negative light. But seeing her smiling, dancing, just interacting with her on a more personal level... They were starting to see Wanda in an entirely new light.
The woman then turns to face the youth, she had a bright smile on her face as she made a 'come here' motion to him. "Not much of a dancer?"
They let out a laugh and joined Wanda. "I'll have you know I'm an incredible dancer."
Music was the exact ice breaker that they needed, they wen't from keeping their distance to even occasionally twirling each other playfully. Y/n had to admit, he was having fun with the witch. Wanda had a contagious laugh, an intoxicating energy, a smile that could light up a whole room, and she was so so... beautiful-
Why am I thinking about her like this?
"So Y/n, tell something about yourself. I'd like to get to know my neighbors better." Wanda asked once the music ended and it started playing a much slower song in the albums. They sat on the couch with a snack dividing their space.
"Oh I'm just your typical fresh graduate, ma'am. Still trying to find where I'm gonna belong here in the workforce." Y/n responded with a dry chuckle.
"I'm sure you'll find your place." She look down at her drink with a small smile. "Friend of mine always said there's a place for everyone in the world."
The way she said it so softly, made tugged something inside Y/n's heart. She really is just trying to fit in the world like the rest of us.
"And you, ma'am? Who is Wanda Maximoff?" He asked teasingly, getting more comfortable with her each minute. He popped some chips in his mouth, anticipating her answer.
"Me? Oh you know... I'm a retired old psycho witch." She said jokingly.
Y/n couldn't help the snort that came out of them, "Sorry-" Ok. She's got humor.
Wanda laughs and waved him off, "Don't be." She thought for a second before answering properly. "Well... I'm sure my informations are out there. Former Avenger turned villain, was... a threat to humanity once, served my time of redemption and here I am."
"Those are old news." Y/n said. "I'm asking along the lines of, who is Wanda Maximoff. What does she do for fun?"
Wanda tilted her head at his question, tiny smile creeped onto her face. No one... ever really asked her that question before. Wanda took a drink of her fruit punch before answering.
"I..." She cleared her throat, "I enjoy reading in my spare time, I love gardening as you can tell." Y/n listen intently with a soft smile on their face. "I like board games, I have a few collection of those, and... cooking."
She finishes with a smile. "Not the answers you were expecting?"
"Yeah... I honestly expected potions brewing." Wanda bursted out laughing at his response. A genuine hearty laugh. "With cauldrons and everything." He said jokingly, trying to get more amusement out of her.
She's so cute when she laughs.
"Don't tell me you think witches do potions brewing do you?"
"They don't?!" He asked in an exaggerate tone, which amuses Wanda further as she shook her head still with a smile on her face.
She then leaned against the her seat. "Maybe some do."
"Did you also had a wand like Harry Potter?"
The two shared another laugh, and they fell into an easy conversation from there. Wanda learned that Y/n lives with their sister, his parents were retired in Vancouver, Canada. She made a mental note to travel there as it seems like a wonderful place to live. Y/n just recently graduated from University and had planned on moving to New York once they had saved enough money.
Y/n learned that Wanda was also fond of drawing, painting, anything art related. She drew flowers that she grew in her garden mostly, but she occasionally draws a portrait of people. And she was actually pretty good.
Wanda gave him a tour of the house, her kitchen was surprisingly well equipped. Her living room had a 4K flat screen TV. She shyly admits that she enjoys watching movies and shows so she wanted put a little more money on investing in a decent screen. Y/n couldn't judge, they binge watch Netflix all the time too.
The clock soon hits 11 o'clock and Y/n remains the only guest at her party. He felt pity on her, as he could see from all the drinks and food, she really went out of her way only for no one to show up. They would assumed that Wanda felt sad and depressed, but to quite honest, Wanda was so happy that even one person attend her party.
Y/n was kind and polite, they treated Wanda like she was their neighbor instead of some witch. She couldn't be more grateful.
They were playing a game of Jenga when she noticed how late it was. "It's getting late." She told him as he was pulling out a block of wood from the tower with pure concentration, he was even sticking out his tongue.
"Mhmmm... I just need to-" The tower then falls and he groaned in frustration. Wanda laughs at his adorable nature. "You did that on purpose, you just wanted to kick me out!" He jokingly accused her.
"I did not!" She playfully shoved his shoulder. Y/n helped her cleaned up the block of woods before being escorted to the front door by Wanda. "Thank you so much, Mrs. Maximoff. I had a really great time."
"Please, just Wanda." She smiled at him. "And I should be thank you. This is the most fun I've had in a long time."
"So did I." He smiled at her while stepping outside. "If you need anything, I'm just across the road. Don't hesitate to stop by."
"I will, thank you." She smiled sweetly at him. Y/n walked backwards while waving goodbye at her.
"And I want a rematch!" He said before finally turning around to walk back to his house. Wanda laughs saying 'Of course' under her breath and closed the door.
She leaned against the door and let out a happy sighed. I really made a friend!
Smut next chapter homie? 👀
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I guess we’re best friends?
images are from Pinterest, I do not own them.
Mick Schumacher x reader
Word count: 745
Summary: They’re best friends now?
Warnings: none
ⓘ It’s been a while, let’s see how this goes and if I am going to ever finish this series :0
“Mick!!!” You exclaimed “where are you?!”
“I'm right here.” He responds from behind you and you spin around with a grin on your face. “Hi”
“Hi [y/n]” you look up at him. Gosh he’s really beautiful, he looks like an angel, your angel. “In your text you asked me to come meet you. "What's up?”
“I wanted to ask you if you would like to go to dinner this evening with me and Emma ? We wanted to celebrate the beginning of the new season, she thinks it may bring luck.”
Emma? He wanted to have dinner with you and Emma? As in his girlfriend Emma ? You frown “Well as much as I’d like that I don’t want to intrude, also Meave and l have plans for girls night tonight, so no, but thank you for inviting me Mickey.” You stand up on your tippy toes and plant a kiss on his cheek before you leave the Haas motorhome. Your mind is racing, she wants to celebrate because it will bring luck? He doesn’t need luck and celebrating before something happens most likely won’t bring good luck, it will probably only attract negativity!
Gosh you didn’t even really know her and you already didn’t like her. And why do you feel like you could throw up when you’re thinking about him having a nice romantic dinner with his girlfriend? ‘I probably just ate something bad this morning…’ you say to yourself.
Mick watches you walk away.
And like always with every step you make you take his heart with you.
It’s wrong that he feels like this, you're his best friend, nothing more, and he’s in a relationship with a woman he really likes just not loves.
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“Maeve?!" You shout as you walk through the door into your apartment that you share with your best friend “open the wine, we will need it!”
“Oh shit” you could hear her swear as she scrambled from the couch and slithered into the kitchen to open the red wine you keep restocked for exactly these kinds of moments.” What did he do?” She asks you. Sometimes you think she’s able to read your mind.
You sigh” let’s sit down.”
She nods and both of you grab your wine glass. When you’re settled on the couch she looks at you expectantly but before you can even begin to tell her how horrible your life is right now you bring your glass to your lips and take a big gulp.
“Alright, I just wanna start by saying that I don’t know why this feels so wrong and I have no idea what it means but heinvitedmetodinnerwithhisgirlfriendandihatedtheideasomuchiwantedtopuke.”
Meave stares at you blankly and then starts to laugh. “Excuse me, what did you say? The beginning I understood but then you started speaking so fast not even Spencer Reid could’ve kept up with you.” She sent you a meaningful look “tell me again, nice and slow alright?”
“Mimimi it wasn’t that bad” you huff.
“Not that bad?!" Babe you talked faster than Usain Bolt runs!”
“Hey!”
She laughs” come one now, tell me”
“What I said is that Mick invited me to dinner with his girlfriend and I hated the idea so much I wanted to puke. Like I said before I’ve got no idea why I disliked this so much, I mean she seems pretty nice…”
“Pretty nice?!" She stole your sweet angel Mick!”
You sigh sadly “How could she steal something that was never mine to begin with?” You take another sip of wine and Meave copies you before answering.
“Never yours? Girl are you blind? He looks at you like you yourself created the sun and painted the sky. He is so one hundred percent in love with you, you both are, you’re just too afraid to admit it.”
“Well he has a girlfriend now, I can’t just steal him away. I mean it was different once, two years ago I could’ve easily made a move but now? Now he’s an important part of my life. If I tell him and he leaves me I could never come back from it. “
“Oh sweets, I’m so sorry, but I still believe that he likes you and that everything will turn out like it’s supposed to.” She hugs you tight, your empty glasses long forgotten on the living room floor.
“Well then I guess we’re best friends?”
“For now” Meave whispers.
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hii, first of all let me tell you that I absolutely love your writing and that I am truly in love💘💘💘 I wanted to ask you, if possible, hds of the Tokio Hotel members are jealous, idk, maybe how would they react?? omg idk to say haha, I send you a hug from Argentina, continue as you are doing 💘💘💘
Synopsis: Head canon of Tokio Hotel being jealous. (2009)
Content: Fluff.
Notes: Thank you so much! So sweet. I send you back a hug. I hope you enjoy this love. This made me happy.
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Bill
Poor baby, he probably would feel bad if you were talking to another guy or someone that was flirting with you without you knowing.
But he would just keep you close to him and kiss your head from time to time.
As you talk to the person continually he will wait for you and not interrupt.
But he also gets mean and scary so if he sees that the person is taking up too much time with you he will confront them.
Death stares at the person till they notice.
They tell you that they have to go.
You look at Bill as he softens his face and smiles at you.
“Are you jealous?”
“No?” And he gives you a long kiss.
He feels much better to know you are his.
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Tom
If you guys are at a simple party where you drink and have conversations he will hate if someone pulled you aside to personally talk to you.
Needs to be there with you.
Keeps his arm around your shoulder. Or his hand on your hip. If he was feeling a bit cocky then maybe he is holding your ass for all he cares.
Wants the attention.
If a guy starts flirting with you he laughs at them and takes you away from them.
You question if he is jealous. To be honest he might admit it but says, “It's annoying to see people want what's mine.”
Has to let everyone know that you are his. “My girlfriend, my future wife.”
You tell him to stop acting jealous and he’s shocked. It might cause arguments sometimes.
But he will make it up. Either make-up Sex or makes you happy somehow.
Apologizes for taking it too far but he will do it again if it’s needed.
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Georg
You are laying on the couch texting your friend. Georg comes and snuggles up beside you.
“Who are you texting babe?”
“Just a friend.” “Who?” “Just someone I know Georg don’t worry.” You look at him as he squints his eyes in suspicion.
He watches you as you text and reading the conversation.
Then you get a phone call from that person. You guys start talking while Georg still lays his head on your chest.
The person asks you if you want to go out for dinner.
Georg looks at you and raises an eyebrow.
But you agree to it since it was a friend event.
He will take phone and say it’s canceled and hang up. He ends up throwing the phone somewhere.
He hugs you as he is laying on top of you. “Are you jealous Georg?” “Yes, is there a problem?”
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Gustav
He doesn’t care since he trusts you but if someone takes it too far with you he will want to beat them.
He holds hands with you 24/7 if you are talking with someone or walking with friends.
He stays pretty quiet but joins in the conversation once they ask about you.
Probably gives them dirty looks when they aren’t looking.
He wants to go home and asks you.
“What’s wrong love?” “I want to go home.” “These people make me uncomfortable.”
You’d understand him and say your goodbyes. Except one guy catches up too you and gives you his number.
Gustav hates it and once the guy leaves he takes the paper and throws it in the garbage.
“You have me.”
You laugh at his actions and kiss him.
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"be soft please, I love like the entire world is about to fall apart."
| W.M ( -> N.R )
Undeserving of a love like yours, Chapter 3
Chapter Warnings: tense/awkward conversations, slightly competitive r and wanda, but fluff in those parts, has it been proofread? I don't remember, but I'm hoping it is
Summary: Your mind starts to get louder with worries, and you can't tell if you're making it up. Wanda invites you along to some time together, hoping to relieve the odd built up energy between you.
Series Summary: When you're stuck in a complete hole of confusion and hurt with the one you thought you loved most, a certain redhead finds her way into your life.
Word Count: 3.7k
Category: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort...Angst if you squint?
A/N: really the first few chapters is just an excuse for me being able to write fluff for wanda for a bit (I'm kidding) but I'll be very busy in feb, so if I don't seem to be as active, that's why. but I'll try my best to keep posting the fics. okay love u all<3
| Started on 11/01/2024, 1:44 PM |
| Finished on 19/01/2024, 2:23 PM |
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<- Chapter 2 Chapter 4 ->
"but are your words true to your soul?"
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-- - 5 days later...
You were sat at the reading space in your bedroom, holding a warm mug filled with tea. The window was open just slightly, letting air in. The sun was going down, and the sky was turning into a shade of blue, holding little of any orange.
You sigh and check your phone, the time showing 6:58 PM, but there were no new notifications.
You unlock your phone and go to your messages, looking at the texts you've sent Wanda. Not a single response yet. You brushed it off as her being busy, but now you were getting worried.
After a few seconds, the bubble of the dots come up. Although late, you now see a gray message than just your own blue one.
I stole one of your hoodies :)
it's one of your favorites, so I just thought
if you're searching for it, I have it
11:29 PM Today
do you want to bake some cookies
when you're free?
2:34 PM Today
Read Just Now
omw home now ❤️
6:59 PM Today
Read Just Now
Your eyebrows furrow as your eyes go over the words again, no other ones going along with it, and the dots had disappeared when the message sent. Had you annoyed her? You couldn't have. She was probably just driving and didn't have time to type more. Right?
You turn off your phone and look back at the window. The streetlights had turned on, illuminating the streets and trees nearby. Your eyes flicker down to your mug though, watching the drink make small riptides with the smallest movements you did.
You take another sip and finish off your tea, letting the warm liquid run down your throat before moving to stand up, the soft seat meeting your skin as you push off it.
The bedroom has a cozy atmosphere, the dim lights keeping the place dark, but still well lit. You don't stay for any longer though, with your path leading towards the kitchen.
You put your empty mug in the sink, but clean it with the dish soap and washing it off, to then putting it on the drying rack, having decided to keep the sink empty.
You rest your arms on the kitchen counter, a yawn escaping your mouth and your eyes water up, leading to the smallest tear leaving them. Your elbow replaces your sleeves on the counter instead, your hands moving to run themselves over your face and covering it. You move your fingers to wipe your stained cheeks.
After doing so, one palm of your hand held your jaw, the other one drifting down to rest on the counter once more. You stare at the dark kitchen wall, hoping time would pass by quicker.
A key was inserted in the front door. You heard it clearly echoing through the large room with the quiet silence. You turn to look, and it opens. A brunette walks through the entrance, but you don't move. You just watch.
She closes the door and turn the lock, then takes off her shoes and her jacket. She takes notice of your presence when she looks up, but not much of a smile went on her face. Bad day, perhaps.
"Hey. I came home on time." She says, her jacket hanging on her shoulder as she puts her hand in her pockets and walk closer to you.
"Hi." You say, your response short while you turned around completely and leaned back on the counter. She purses her lips and looks down, remembering she didn't get anything for you on the way, so all her hands were available to do was hide in her pockets, not knowing what to do with them.
You notice that, and you continue talking, not wanting an awkward silence to fall upon the two of you.
"I uh, didn't make anything for dinner. But we can order take-out or something if you'd like." You raise your eyebrows in question with your offer, and she looks back up at you.
"Oh, that's alright. I already ate on the way here," she says, with a gentle shake of her head. Your heart felt like it fell just a little, but something stopped it just inches before it hit the ground.
"Are you hungry though? We can order some either way," she asks, worrying your needs haven't been met yet while hers, has.
"No. No, it's fine, I had a sandwich earlier." You give her a small smile. Her attention drifts off to a blank space in the room, her head moving to nod, but her eyes not once going to yours, only focused on the wall behind you.
"I'm gonna go take a shower." She points to the bedroom with her thumb, her feet taking her away to clear herself from the living room.
You stand there for a second, shifting your body and contemplating a decision before pushing off the counter, the cold marble meeting the skin of your hands. You follow her once she's already in the bathroom, knowing the conversation was awkward enough.
You make your way across the room, going to the window to close it along with the blinds. Once that was done, you walk to the bed, the soft mattress dipping with your body as you sat on it.
The sounds of the shower could be heard even from outside the bathroom. You didn't mind it much and grabbed the tv remote, deciding to put something on.
You scroll through the lists of films and end up going with a rom-com Wanda loves. You got comfortable in bed, pulling up the blanket for warmth.
You didn't notice through the laughs in the show and talking, but the running water had stopped for a while, and the bathroom door opened with Wanda wearing her pajamas.
You look at her, and see her eyes focused on the tv screen, a smile raising on her lips before she saw you on the bed.
"You're playing my show," she said, as another funny scene plays and laughter erupts in the audience within the tv. You try your best not to smile too hard in making her face brighten up a bit.
"Yes, now get in bed and cuddle with me." You open up your arms, turning on your side and pouting. Wanda shakes her head with a smile and walks to the bed, sitting down next to you and shuffling closer until your bodies touch.
She pulls the covers up her body as you did earlier, and you help her, of course, not being a blanket hogger. You lean into her, your eyes focusing back on the tv screen.
She shifts until she's comfortable and then puts one of her arms around your back, the other one at your front, going around your waist. You look up, and she was focused on the show. Her heartbeat can be heard thumping against her chest with how close you were.
Your legs was tangled with hers, and she held you closely. Eventually, she looks down on you, her green eyes shining even within the dim lighting. She brushes her finger against your cheek, and you know you can't ever resist her.
Your gaze travels back up to her, and her eyes searched your eyes for something. What? You didn't know. But a certain sadness swirled in her pupils, you can see it.
"I'm sorry I've been so busy lately," she whispers, her hand dropping back down to rest on your waist. You snuggle closer to her, one side of your cheek against her shoulder.
"It's okay. I just wish work would take it easy on you." Your hand goes up, your fingers fidgeting with the fabric of her shirt. She keeps watch on you, her lips tucked in as she thinks of something in her mind.
"I have an idea." You pause your movement and curiously look at her, wondering what's to come. She takes a gentle breath before continuing.
"Do you wanna go to the beach tomorrow?" She offers you, and your eyes gleamed with happiness. Her lips raise up slightly face when she sees you brighten up.
"Yeah! I'd love to." You say, your voice filled with genuine excitement, having missed spending time with her. Her smile grows and she turns back to the tv.
The rest of the night, you spent in each other's embrace. You were the first to go to sleep peacefully, and Wanda had turned off the tv, following you along.
In the morning, both you and Wanda are sleeping soundly, the blanket and her arms still around you are keeping you warm.
The only movement was of the breathing of two bodies. That was, until you slowly stir, your mind awakening to the sun slowly brightening the skies. Your eyes slowly open, sleep invading your vision, blurring it.
You blink it away and move to rub your eye with a single finger just for a second before yawning, turning to the still sleeping brunette beside you.
It was the first time in a while she was there in bed with you while it was the morning, with her being so busy lately. You take the moment to indulge in being so close to her, in her arms, safe again.
Your fingers trace some meaningless patterns near her neckline, your head resting against her shoulder.
It didn't take long for her to soon wake up, just minutes later. You pause your movements, looking at how her eyelids slowly open, her eyes taking in the scene around her and registering that it was now morning.
She notices the touch of your finger on her skin along with your own pair of eyes, making her glance down.
"Morning, детка," she whispers, her morning voice only reaching your ears and not even the walls due to her saying it under her breath.
"Morning," you reply softly, continuing your hand's movement. Her lips raise up slightly and she closes her eyes, her arms releasing their hold on you to stretch for a moment before leaning her head closer to yours.
"You excited for today?" You ask, your eyes on hers. She goes to look at you for a second before replying.
"Of course I am." She said, her tongue going out slightly to rid of the dryness in her lips that her sleep caused.
"We're going to the beach. So, we can relax, splash water on each other, make sandcastles..." She trails off when she sees your eyes gleam at not just the first few words, but specifically her mentioning of building sandcastles.
"And I'm going to challenge you in a sandcastle contest." You say, and she tries her hardest not to break out into a big grin at how determined you were to do such a thing.
"Oh, really? Well I'm going to beat you in it!" she says, her voice slow and a quiet volume at first until her last few words, exclaiming as if she was trying to scare you, although with a soft voice.
"We'll see, we'll see." You say with your eyebrows raised, eager to win. At that, a laugh comes from her lips like a gentle melody.
The small laugh she did was short, but your heart still warmed just the same as the morning sunshine that peeked through the windows.
"Do you wanna go shower first, or should I?" You ask her, leaning back slightly to either get out of bed and go to the bathroom, or let her go.
"You can go shower first, sweetheart." She says with a soft smile. You nod, and her hands move to let you get out of bed.
You went to grab some clothes from the closet while Wanda unplugs her phone from the charger, checking the time. It was 8:24 AM. Certainly early, but not too early or late for the sun to be too sunny in the morning for your time at the beach.
You go into the bathroom and turn on the shower once you had your clothes off, making sure the temperature was just right. The shower gel was gentle on your skin, the aroma filling up the bathroom and making itself out to the bedroom, the familiar scent comforting the brunette outside the bathroom.
Soon enough you get done with showering and you step out with a towel. Wanda's eyes linger on you for a short while before returning to her phone. You blush as you made your way to your clothes on the bed.
She gets up and gets her own clothes and towel, to then shower herself. You put on your clothes when she closed the bathroom door. You plop on the bed, the soft mattress slightly going down with the change of weight.
You hear Wanda's phone make a notification sound, but you don't mind it much, and grab a hairbrush to fix up your hair a bit.
Wanda was quick with her shower, she came out and while you grabbed your phone and got ready with the other items, she wore her clothes, a loose thin jacket and a swimsuit underneath.
You turn to look at her softly, your eyes focused on hers. She was looking around the room, making sure you got everything.
"You ready to go?" You ask, and she hums her answer of a yes, grabbing her sunglasses on the bedside table and putting it on, now fully giving a beach look.
"Let's go, then." You walk out the bedroom with her behind you, going to the front door and opening it. The weather outside was perfect and clear.
Wanda locks the door with her house keys and goes to the car next to yours, which is of course, hers. You go to the passenger side, settling down into the seat as she turns on the engine.
She gets out the driveway and starts the journey to the beach, turning on the radio after a few minutes of quietness. Some Rihanna song is playing, setting a peaceful mood, but also making you want to move along to the beat.
The drive was short, seeing as your house wasn't too far away from the beach. The both of you were out the car when you had arrived, the crashes of the waves coming onto shore and visiting the sand could already be heard along with the strong wind.
You walk together to the beach, the sand hitting your sandals and feet as you go. Wanda's hands held beach towels so you could rest and lay down together.
When you find a perfect place where not many people were, that was when she set up the spot with the towels and sat down. You watch her, a smile growing on your face at the thought floating in your head.
"So...sandcastle competition time?" You ask her, and she shakes her head at your quick question, even right when she sat down. But a smile was present on her face.
"You're on!" She says, and goes to the side of the beach blanket, starting her little sandcastle, and you scramble to find your own place. She giggles, seeing you panic at her fast answer. You had sat right in front of her, working away with the sand.
After a few minutes, the two of you finish up, and both was perfect in every way. Although some parts were starting to fall apart. But it was still holding up good. Wanda looks at them, surprise over her face just as you were.
"Yours is...wow." She says, normally at first then to surprise with her eyebrows raised and a small laugh. Yours were big, but not all that much bigger than hers. You just had a tinge few little more details...and a small flag atop the castle. Where had you gotten it? She didn't know. You must've hidden it away in your pocket, she thought.
"If I'm going to be honest with you, yours look amazing. But mine is..." You stop when she cuts you off with a hum and a tilt of her head, her eyes narrowing their gaze on you as a warning.
"Hmm, well I think that we...have a tie!!" she gently pushes you on the beach blanket and tickles you, making shock fill your face, but laughs making sound from your chest.
"Wait, no!" You say between the giggling and laughing, her hands easily finding all the spots that you're ticklish at.
"Say it, or I won't stop!" She said, continuing on with no mercy. You were kicking your legs a little, but she was on your lap, so it did nothing.
"Okay! Okay, we have a tie!!" You surrender, the laughs getting tiring. She stops her attack on you, the both of you smiling brightly even though she had made you breathless.
She lays down beside you, catching her own breath even though she was the one who tickled you. But a giggle sounded out from her, having joy lingering from earlier.
A quietness went over the place other than the occasional seagulls in the sky and flapping their wings and on the sand, just near where the water kept coming in small waves.
Wanda moved closer to you, resting her head on your shoulder while you looked down on her. Your arms go to rest on the side of her waist, the warmth of your bodies keeping you in a decent temperature while the wind came and went by.
Your mind started to wander off, and your eyes travel way off over to the view of the ocean, the skies holding clouds melting within the blue. There was nothing in the distance but the ocean.
"Be honest," you start quietly, making Wanda curiously look up at you. Your hands had went to fiddle with hers, taking out one of her rings every now and then and playing with them, then putting it back into her fingers.
"...Are you starting to dislike me?" You mumble, trying to not make it too obvious that your thoughts were awfully loud. She notices you distracting yourself with her rings and fingers, making her look at you softly.
"What? No. I could never." Wanda's eyebrows furrow as her face fills with concern. She props herself up with her other hand that you weren't holding, looking into your eyes.
"What makes you say that?" She questions, as if oblivious to anything that's ever happened. You bit down on your lip and teared your eyes away from hers, looking at the sandcastles beside you.
"Okay. I know you've been busy, it's just...nevermind, it's stupid." Now her eyes sadden and she lets out a quiet sigh. She moves her hand to hold yours entirely, giving you an assuring squeeze.
"Hey...don't do that to yourself, малышка." She says softly, rubbing her thumb on the skin of your hand gently, hoping the motion will soothe you a little.
"I love you." She lets go of your hand and cups one side of your cheek, while going to place a soft kiss on the other side. She brushes her thumb on your lips now, making your teeth release it. It took everything in you to not break right then and there.
"I love you, too," you whisper, leaning into her touch. The sand moved with the wind just slightly, and even took a few layers off the sandcastles you had made.
"Don't ever blame yourself for anything between us." She shakes her head while saying it. Her voice was soft, and you look at her. You couldn't tell what the look in her eyes were, but you know you've seen it before.
You didn't give a reply. She didn't want one anyway. A silence washes over you like how the water washes the sand with it's gentle touch. She goes over her thoughts as she looked at your face.
"Do you wanna go to the water?" she asks, breaking the silence and looking at the ocean. Your eyes flicker to her before you look at the water, too.
"Yeah." You nod, and she smiles, pushing herself up to stand. You take her hand when she offered it, your legs moving to get you up.
Wanda takes off her thin jacket and kicks off her sandals, the sand meeting her feet as she walked closer to the water. You follow her, having gotten yours off too.
The water hits both of your feet, making a shiver run down your spine at the coldness of it. Wanda was already in to her waistline, but not going any farther than that. You continue on until you were close to her.
You feel the water with your skin and hands and the small waves that come and go, a feeling that had always calmed you. Your body starts getting used to the temperature, and it wasn't awfully freezing.
"How big of a splash can you make?" You ask casually, not really going in any direction with your small conversation, but she looks at you with her eyebrows raised.
"Is that a challenge?" She asks, watching you play around with the water and see the small waves that you make.
"Maybe." You tilt your head playfully, suggesting so, but only trying to feel the lovely beach air. The water keeps cascading against your bodies, while your hands go to rest on her shoulders, admiring her with the ocean in the background.
She smiles, and you could see the mischief in them. It made you curious, but then she splashed water lightly towards you, making you gasp. You splash back, initiating a battle of hitting water against each other, and each other's faces.
"Stop!" You shout, giggling along with her as you shielded yourself with your arms. She had done a big wave of a splash, making your hair soaked.
You wipe the rest of the water off your face, needing to breathe. You move your hand just slightly to do another small attack of water to her, but that was the end of it. You move away with a cheeky smile on your face and get out the water.
She laughed, knowing she won as you surrendered. The sun shone down on the both of you, although making you warm and the water glimmer with the light, the wind that breezed by made your bones tingle.
You walked back to the spot you picked out, sitting back down on it. She stays in the water for a while longer, taking in the refreshing feeling.
Soon after, she joins you, putting back on her thin jacket to defend herself against the wind. You welcome her into your arms, and she goes into your embrace just the same as the way the clouds enveloped the sun.
end of chapter 3. <3
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Hellooo, I saw your post about Resident Evil women and as someone who's feral for Donna I gotta send in a request for her! Some fluff with cuddles and kisses, either in bed or by the fire (whichever inspires you more) please? Could also turn into smut but I leave it up to what feels best to you while writing. Thanks!
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Touchy Desires
Warnings: Fluffy, Fingering, eating out, reader being a tease, Hand kink (duh!!), Oral fixation.
Word Count: 884
A/n: Thank you so much for a Donna request!!!
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You sat curled into Donna’s usually cold body, but this time her body was warming up against your own. The fire blazed from the fireplace, warming the air around the two of you. After an hour of begging you finally drug her out of her workshop, insisting that you had constructed the best fire of which you were very proud of.
“You were right, this a pretty good fire you have going.” She said as she giggled, kissing the tender spot behind your ear. You giggled as well, “I told you! To think you were insinuating that you stay to work on your dolls.”
“I know, but- “She paused, “I really like doing what I do.” You sighed, “I know Don, but I wanna spend more time with you.” You pouted, your lip slightly sticking out.
She chuckled, “I could make it up to you, you know?” Her words had a slight tinge of seduction laced in them. Her. lips curled into smirk as you turned your head, and your eyes met hers. “What are you suggesting?” You returned her seductive tone.
“This.” Her breath flowed against your skin as the word slipped past her lips, her skilled hands working down your body. Her fingers traced loops and lines down your torso, and you admired the way every vein and tendon flexed under her skin.
Her tongue peaked past her mouth and connected with your neck, licking at your soft flesh for a second before attaching her lips to your neck. She pulled her mouth off you with a pop, admiring the purple mark forming on your skin.
“Your skin is so soft and beautiful as always.” She whispered as her teeth grazed your skin. Donna had always had some sort of fixation with your body whether that was your eyes, skin, or your fingers. She adored every inch of you, and that’s why you loved her so much. She knew how to make you feel so admirable.
Her hands trailed to the hem of your flannel pajama bottoms, toying with the draw strings. She pulled at the string to loosen them, then tugging them down your legs. Her hands explored every inch of your thighs, rubbing along the soft flesh of them.
The pads of her fingers trailed up to your panties, teasing you through them. Her fingers trailed over the wet patch that had begun to form, “Oh my sweet girl, you’re soaked. I’ve barely touched you; do you like my touch that much?”
You threw your head back in frustration, “Yes, please!” You whined, just aching for her touch. She smiled at your eager state, tugging your panties off. Donna’s rough fingers rubbed against your clit, causing shocks of pleasure through you.
“Hold your hips still sweet girl.” Donna rasped, her tone almost sending you over the edge. She slipped her fingers into your needy aching cunt, thrusting then at a steady pace. Her fingers slid up your body, fingers trailing into your mouth.
Donna loved when you sucked on her fingers, the way your tongue would swirl in between her digits. Your lips would wrap around her fingertips, sucking and biting at them. She loved your mouth, and you loved her hands.
“Fuck Don I’m so close.” You whined through fingers, and her pace quickened. The palm of her hand now snapping against your clit with each thrust, giving even more overwhelming pleasure. “Cum for me baby, cum on my fingers.” The fingers in your mouth slid further down your throat, earning a gag from you.
Your cunt wrapped tightly around her fingers as your orgasm struck. Your body shook with pleasure in her arms, the hand that was in your mouth now rubbed small soothing circles on your thigh.
“Fuck Don, that was.” She giggled at your praise. “Good, but I want your mouth on me please.” She moaned in your ear. You turned around out of her grasp, kneeling in front of her.
You scrunched the skirt of her dress up, your fingers skimmed up her tights. You pulled them off her pale legs, “No panties, hm?” You teased.
She wasn’t fond of your teasing, so she gripped your hair tugging you into her cunt. Your tongue darted out past your lips, lapping at her soaked core. You slid your tongue in and out of her hole, reaching as far as you possibly could.
Donna’s hand gripped onto your hair even tighter, “Fuck, I need your fingers in me now.” With her wishes you stuck two fingers into her, pumping them as you sucked her clit. Her thighs wrapped tightly around your head, almost crushing it.
“Fuck I’m gonna cum!” She shouted followed by, “Fuck baby I’m cuming!” And she sure was. You could feel her cum leaking out of her, as you gave her soft kitten licks to bring her through her orgasm.
Once you’d lapped all her juices, you stood up and brought her into a searing kiss. “You look so pretty with my cum on your face.” She giggled, making you smile. “Why don’t we go to the bathroom so we can clean up?”
Donna nodded, “Then we’re coming back to cuddle some more, right?” You laughed, “Of course.” She placed a tender kiss on your forehead, then guided you off to the bathroom.
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high hopes, unrealistic dreams, empty promises, and bottles of expensive ass champagne is the foundation of the relationship between the two.
⋆ ★ w/c: 1.1k . . . . . ☢ content warnings: a lilllll teeny tiny bit (a lot a bit) of toxicity... (its brent idk what you expected), comfort if you squint n bend your morals a bit, suggestive-ish themes, brent is a lil sassy cause why tf not, use of the n word, and ermm..lmk if i missed anything else!!
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It started off with a few stolen glances and a sudden gift disguised as a piece of chocolate cake arriving at your table…
“Courtesy of the table across from you.”
And it’s been history ever since.
“I know you seen me looking at you, you know how to grab a nigga’s attention fasho.”
“Mhm, you know you playing wit’ fire right?”
“Fire aint nothing forreal if you know how to handle it.”
He was always finding some way to make you fold and he knew exactly what he was doing too. Stringing you on with quick but sensual kisses, “I gotchu, jus’ be patient.” licking his lips whenever the energy of his heated stares was matched by you, his hands rhythmically rubbing up and down your thighs, his eyes always being locked on you whenever you spoke. . .There was no way in hell you were going to make it out unscathed.
Quick and flirty banter is definitely a pillar in you guy’s relationship, feeling comfortable enough to go back and forth with each other.
“Don’t miss me too much! i’ll see you soon, baby.”
“Dont miss you too much? I’ll be missing you the whole week, ma.”
He loved buying you bracelets and necklaces with his or your name engraved on them, cute lil’ bags he be seeing you eyeing whenever you walk through Chanel, giving you personalized free VIP access to his shows, shit...sending drivers to pick you up and bring you to said shows. And he always made sure you ate and did whatever you needed to do.
“You eat? Nah fuck that, you hungry?”
“...Maybe.”
“...Don’t play with me, y/n.”
Brent is definitely a sweet-heart in the beginning, well...in his own little way. He’s a romantic but not hopeless. He knew how to show you he cared while also not overplaying his part and things would definitely need time to build up into an actual relationship too. You weren’t stupid, you knew that even though you knew him on a deeper level than all the fame and even as far as to say you knew him as Christopher, he’s still gonna Brent Faiyaz at the end of the day. There were still going to be precautions, external problems, internal problems, and then internal problems egged on by the external ones; loving him was going to be anything but easy. But your connection started to change in different ways too, the relationship would start off with lots of excitement and rose-tinted lenses until feelings started growing and shit got serious; you was thinking it was going to give Jackie Brown and a dash of search & rescue baby...but in reality, it's giving what you heard and session 32 😭. (coughs in this nigga has avoidant attachment issues)
As soon as he realized what you two had going on was developing into something deeper, he started getting distant. Missing calls, ignoring texts, even coming up with half-assed excuses for missed dates and blowing you off.
“My bad, I had a lot of shit going on.”
“I was in the studio, you know how it be, y/n.”
“I got too caught up in London, that shit was crazy.”
“You think i could call you back though?”
And soon the arguments came and you two started staying mad at each other for days on end, not even bothering to try and smooth things over like in the beginning of the relationship. It was hard and it gave you a lot of anxiety. You wouldn't say that you felt unsafe perse, but you definitely didn't feel comfortable. “You mean to tell me that you can't answer the fucking phone for three seconds, Chris??” You shouted, frustration built up in your voice and it was obvious that you were fed the fuck up. It didn't help that the man sitting in front of you was quick to roll his eyes and smack his teeth, but what definitely didn't help was his smart-ass mouth. “Ain't nobody tell you to hit my jack and start losing yo shit, y/n. That's the shit that be blowing me.”
“I don’t hear from you for days and you expect me to not get worried? You’re mad at me for giving a fuck about you??”
“Whatever, man.”
The whole thing would just progressively get worse as you two went back and forth. you saying petty shit while he just dismissed your feelings until he decided that he would just tell you shit you wanted to hear so the situation would be deaded.
“I’m sorry, y/n...” he’d say soothingly in your ear, massaging your hips in circular motions as you’d lay your head on top of his chest, close to where his heart beats. “You know I be missing you like crazy. you can't stay mad at me for too long, baby.” and he was right. This routine repeated and repeated itself over and over again until he stopped ‘comforting’ you and just seemingly stopped caring altogether.
“Nah bro, you tweakin’.”
“Okay, y/n. stop calling my phone then, problem solved.”
“And you swear you don’t see how your point doesn’t make sense?”
“You got it, y/n.”
With time, you two just broke away from each other, but never ended things officially. It went from short brief phone calls to text messages and eventually, those stopped too. A hole was left in your chest and you couldn’t help but feel as if you wasted your time, continuously punishing yourself because you gave out a part of yourself you won't get back ━ but you couldn’t help but miss him. You’d find yourself compensating for his absence, making two plates of everything, migrating to his unspoken side of the bed, never taking the flowers he got you out of the vase you put them in; even though they long withered away. “I can't believe this nigga got me out here wasting food, groceries are expensive...Eggs are almost four fucking dollars! I can't do this shit, I need to get a grip and be fucking forreal.”
But let's not pretend he didn’t find himself trying to make sense of your absence, too.
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Bloodthirsty And Lustful [James Patrick March]
SMUT.
You're a stressed out writer, and came to the cortez, James has been helping you ever since you got here. Now, after a nap, he wants to ask you your deepest desires. Maybe even help you let go.
Warning; this is the most unhinged smut you will ever read from me. This just came out of a dark place in my brain cause of a c.ai chat lol. Thank you to @babygorewhore for being a beta-reader for this <3
Actual warnings!: you like blood. Like, you really like blood. (Reader is really unhinged in this, please bare with) descriptions of organs, bones, skin layers, grinding, switch!reader & switch!JPM, PnV, riding, James lets you take off his neck velvet. Crud smut writing.
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James peered through the door to see you sitting on the bed, laptop on your lap, head in hands, and a pair of headphones thrown randomly across the room. You looked a mess, and James was worried you hadn't slept enough. Your novel had to be perfect! You needed to spend every moment writing! Every word needed to be up to standard. It drove you crazy and led you to fall asleep right then and there. Everything came crashing down when your headphones broke while taking them off. Instead of freaking out and crying, you just let out a sigh and threw them across the room.
The man stood there, staring at you while you slept, intently watching every unconscious move your body took. He wondered how on earth that odd device in your lap could cause you such problems. Wasn't it meant to make writing easier? Maybe so, but didn't stop the frustrations of wanting to write the next great American novel. It just worried him, and he kneeled by your side. Seeing how you breathed, how you gently gripped the pillow and your eyebrows furrowed together in frustration. A dream or nightmare of something that has stressed you out.
"James." You whimpered in your sleep. It made the man jump back slightly before he walked to the other side of the bed, sitting by your side. Worries were overtaking your wonderous dream. James wanted nothing more than to kill who was hurting you in your beautiful mind.
The night went on, and you woke up slowly at whatever time. You couldn't tell, and you also didn't care. James was sitting on one of the chairs, occasionally looking over to you. The curtains were always closed, and the door barely stayed open. Lights were on, but dim. Sitting up, you rubbed your eyes, and the figure sitting in the chair was blurry. "Love, you're awake." He mentioned when he saw you sit up. You nodded in response. The ghost motioned you to come over, which you obliged despite not understanding much around you. Leather chairs were never comfortable. You were so comfortable in the bed, thinking about how to write, what to write and the deadline.
"What is it, James? I was so comfortable." Grogginess was the undertone in your voice, and you were unable to keep your eyes open. It felt like 2am or 3am. But what a ravishing man next to you. He sat up properly, posture still incredible even after death. Then you were curling up on the cold, leathery, old chair, hugging yourself.
"Dear...I want to talk to you."
"We can do that in the morning."
"No." His voice almost snapped and was rushed. "No...we're alone at this hour." Typical. The night was his favourite time to talk. Sure some people were still awake, but he knew how silent it was at 3am.
"Fine." You groaned slightly. "What did you want to talk abou-"
"Your desires. Your true wants, and needs." Sudden eye contact intimidated you and your sleepy eyes. Cue fiddling with your necklace, your own blood vial. The small amount of liquid rushed around in the vial, caused by your own finger. You never had anyone to do it with you.
You never said it creepily! All you asked your friends was if they wanted to share a blood vial because it was pretty. No one accepted. So you cut your finger. Your pinky on your non-dominant hand. It hurt, but only for a second. Seeing the blood slowly drip out, and the skin layers opening up so quick, it was invigorating for you. Opened up a deep fantasy, and morbid desire. One no one was ever told about. It was a secret to you, and maybe your stuffed animals. Was it that James was asking you to explore those fantasies with him? Impossible unless he could read minds. A secret fantasy like this always hid itself in the back of your mind, never to be found.
James noticed your darting eyes, your fiddling and laboured breaths. "Darling.." He trailed off, feeling your free hand softly, almost too soft. You felt the ghost-like touches (ha-) and your bloodshot eyes met his.
"James, you're..a murderer."
"...Well, yes. I have indeed told you that fact before. In fact, you were not as shocked as others. Humans are fascinating creatures." He chuckled, seeing the humour in your sentence.
Ah, a sentence that put you on edge. They are. Humans, with their layers, complexity. Humans with their need to have attention on them at all times, to create for others. All of it, it was all in your obsession. "Tell me about your interest my hummingbird. Nothing can be too much for me."
"Can I? Can I really?" You asked with a whisper, a slight glint appearing in your eyes. James nodded, and you immediately let loose. A dam breaking in half to bring in a flood. "Human bodies are so, fascinating." Your instant smile was almost manic like you lost your mind when your interest was mentioned.
"Medical shows seldom get it right. Scrubs does. They do it well."
"Have you, ever seen a body in real life? Not on these shows you mention?" James interjected. He wanted to ask you for details of your sick and morbid love for the dead. To see if his erection would get any harder. The thought of seeing you killing or exploring a body, covered in blood made James want to fall harder for you. Your crazy matched his crazy. Maybe more.
"No. It's...a dream though. Whether someone else cut open the body, or I cut them open...I've always wanted to dig around and feel what the organs feel like, hold a bloody bone in my hand..." You then go to bite my nails nonchalantly like you didn't just confirm your want for a morbid and murdering mind. He stared at you, something in his eyes. A sudden need to murder, and a flame of lust for you. Knowing someone shared his deep desires and could help each other, it made him want you more, But hid it with a breath.
"It's so fucking deranged! but the body is so complex. I want to study the tiny nerves and pick out the bones or organs I'm closest to. Having a fully empty body. Maybe even just having a skin and muscle body. It's just so, interesting." A sly smile reached you and almost made you giggle like a maniac. This sudden insanity made James light up.
"Come here." He beckoned you, and you submissively stood in front of him. But not 3 seconds later did he pull you down onto his lap, holding your waist. Gripping your skin, and nails digging into your sides. One more word from you about your loves, and he would have taken you right then and there. "You are, full of surprises my love."
Feeling him under you, you bit your lip and rested your head by his ear. "I bet your ghostly body is the most interesting. I wonder if there's anything different about a ghost body compared to an alive body." You gave in to what he wanted. He wanted to know everything. Every gory detail that your horrid brain could conjure up. Adding to your warm breaths on his neck, you gently traced around his chest, fiddling with his buttons, but never undoing them. Teasing James to hell and back.
James' breathing hitched slightly, before he took a hold of your face, and brought you close, noses almost touching. "Tell me. What else do you want to explore? Please."
You gazed at his lips before meeting his dark eyes once again, "Everything. I want to explode a heart. Maybe even open up organs, and see what makes a human tick. Take out the muscles, and bend them backwards. And, I want to knock open a skull. See what makes a human live. Unravel the brains, read what goes on." While talking, you occasionally moved your fingers to where you were talking, letting your fingers trace James' head and slicked back hair.
He shuddered as you moved around. Both his imagination and yours going crazy. You felt him twitch under you, and it was only a matter of time until he gave in to his lust. This urged you to carry on talking, to dig deeper into the fantasy that you forbade yourself from thinking about. "James?"
He whined out a "hm?" Eyes closed, and hands gripping onto the chair arms.
"give me a fresh body."
"wh.. what?" He spluttered before moving his hands around your torso. The way your soft skin moved in his hands, mouldable like putty.
"cover me in someone's blood. And let me taste the sweet iron on my tongue." The way you spoke felt sensual, and you ran your hands through his hair, the slicked-back threads being thrown in any and all directions.
It simply drove the man insane.
"Your wish is always my command my sweet bird." He was hungry. He wanted to devour your words while they were being choked out of you. He wanted to hear your cries for murder while he fucked you like nothing else mattered. "What, other things do you wish to see? How much depraved insanity can one handle?" James picked you up and almost threw you onto the bed.
First your shirt went, then your trousers. His clothing came next. "I have such an urge to kill. I want to see the way a human body dies." You sighed. His vest went in one direction, your bra went the other way. "How fire burns the skins and the muscles. I want to see a fresh slash open up the layers of skin. I want it all James."
The cold man on top of you hadn't even penetrated you, yet he felt like he was close to an orgasm. Hearing your insane wants and needs so close to his own. Using your depraved thoughts as a way to get him to fuck you was nothing but insanity. Craziness you could only tell him.
"I want to kill someone whilst you're inside of me. Is that crazy to want?" You confessed in a whisper, on your knees and undoing James' belt.
"Nothing is crazy my hummingbird. I'll happily oblige." He took your chin in his hand, doe eyes meeting his. The pure, slightly innocent look on your face made him closer and closer to bending you over and making you feel heaven. You reached your hand up to his velvet, but he hissed slightly and backed away. "Bunny..." He panted.
"I know it's sensitive, but can I see..it sir?" You asked, pressing kisses closer and closer to the wound that haunted James so. He felt frozen. You wanted to see something so, forbidden. Something he never let anyone see. Something that held a memory.
He took a deep breath before pushing his control back onto you. "My... you want something so...forbidden.." and you nodded intensely. He was only left in his velvet and boxers. Something had to go first, it had to be that dear fabric he wore so closely.
"I won't touch it, I promise. I just, fuck, I want to see neck layers, I want to see what nerves you had to cut for this to happen to you." You knew it was an odd choice, but he nodded after a few minutes of silence. He stiffened up as you reached behind his neck and pulled it off slowly. The man couldn't find words to describe the way he felt. Having someone be so, interested and obsessed with the way he died, almost wanting to have sex with him because of the fantasies they denied.
Your deep breaths felt warm against the cold cut, and you spoke before James had a chance to tell you to stop. "Oh, James. Oh, this cut is magnificent. So many layers..how much blood spilt out..?"
The question threw James off a bit, but nonetheless, he was happy to answer, getting closer to fucking you at every point. "More than you could imagine." He left his fingertips resting under your chin.
The words that left his lips almost tipped you over the edge, and you forced James to lie down on the bed. You were, once again, on top of him. This time, tugging at his boxers, and moving your own underwear to the side. Everything hit you like a freight train and you couldn't hold back anymore. Degenerate, depraved, blood fuelled sex. It was what you needed. To be filled by a killer you wanted to kill with.
Two pairs of hands unable to sort and fix themselves in one place, they had to move, they had to grip, scratch and trace. Two pairs of eyes focusing on eachother, unable to look away from the bloodlust you felt for the other.
It was rough, fast and hard. He moaned out for you louder than he had ever been before. You whimpered his name, desperate for a quick release. There were no other noises other than your lewd moans, until you stopped all of a sudden.
"Darling.." James whined slightly. Eyes slightly erratic, you held his face in your soft hands.
"I need you James. I need you eternally. To see you covered in the deep red of blood." The utmost eroticness of your words almost earned you a 'fuck' escaping from your partner below you.
Almost.
Instead he groaned, slapped his hands to your waist and thrusted upwards over and over. It was careless, but hard. Every thrust hit that perfect spot inside you, letting your eyes nearly disappear up into your head. Moans were practically screams.
The thought of seeing you covered in blood, waiting for him to take you made the man desperate. Everything everyone else couldn't be. He was getting close and even more desperate for both you to come at the same time. It drove you over the edge as you finished faster than expected, and you sort of wrapped your hands around James' neck, then laid down the best you could while he was still inside you. He chuckled darkly and thrust inside of you once more, earning an almost pornagraphic moan from you.
Feeling paralyzed, you adjusted yourself so you were simply just laying ontop of James. Silence was the best sound at that moment, and he kept his hands placed on your waist. "Mine." He smiled against the crook of your neck.
"Especially because of my deranged, bloody thoughts?"
"Especially because of these beautiful thoughts you have."
You supposed James was your murdering partner now, and would help you fulfill the fantasies you desired for. A gentleman, yet a physcopath who used the bodies of those he killed. Everything about him shouldn't be so, handsome and you shouldn't want him the way you do. But a murdering gentleman is someone you couldn't refuse.
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