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The Dancer [FA14 smau]

Fernando Alonoso x dancer!reader

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Summary: Few months after, everybody laughs when they remember the rumors about Fernando Alonso and Taylor Swift dating. Would they laugh though if they new it maybe wasn't so far from truth as it may seem? Well, one thing's for sure - Y/N and Fernando will laugh very much while soft launching their relationship... and confusing everyone with swiftie content thanks to her job.

Warnings: Maybe wrong dates and timeline of The Eras Tour, but whatever XD.

messages between Y/N and Fernando

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fernandoalo_oficial I was taken by the view like we were in Paris... romance is not dead.

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user1 i dont think my brain can comprehend so many things all at once😨

user2 right? I'M IN SHOCK

user3 fr fernando wants to give us a heart attack😭

lilymhe I see what you did here...

alex_albon I indeed see what he did here too...😏

user4 guys tell us what he did pls I'm begging youuuu

user5 Alonso soft launching was not on my 2024 bingo card

user6 him soft launching with TAYLOR SWIFT wasn't on MY bingo card 😭

user7 How he's suddenly so hot in the first pic? Like damn sir okay🫢

user8 girlfriend effect is real y'all

georgerussell63 Mate you can't do that to me, I just woke up 😧

user8 lmfao princess georgie is as confused as we are xd

fernandoalo_oficial sorry mate, don't get wrinkles🤞

gerogerussell63 What even is that choice of emoji?

fernandoalo_oficial well, someone is original with an emoji and someone is original with a pose... choice is yours 😃

georgerussell63 Stop it's been almost a year 😭

user9 not them bullying each other💀

user10 Yeah the duo we didn't know we needed

user11 I saw the first picture and almost spat out my drink in shock of such a hot photo of Nando. Then I swiped and literally choked on it because the last think I'd ever expect from his photo dump is a soft lunch of some baddie girl🫣

user12 I am delusional for thinking Taylonso could still have a chance, aren't I?

user13 well i mean you basically answered it yourself so... yeah XD

user14 OMG WHAAAAAAT😱

user15 oh no Fernando is not single anymore💔

user16 I think I accidentally teleported into some alternative universe... what is thiiiis?

user17 REAL

user18 fuck me this man seriously used lyrics from paris by ts💀

user19 Idk why but I kinda like this new side of Fernando😻

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yourusername crazy performance, even crazier night out and the most crazy training the day after... I call that the life of a dancer😻🎉 also my head and heart did go vroom vroom after the second pic

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taylorswift I call that the eras tour life!💗

yourusername yes ma'am!

user1 damn she got our queen Taylor replying to her posts... how does it feel to live my dream?!😭

yourusername amazing! 🥰

user2 such a shame my mum didn't force me to try dancing when I was little... I could have been at podium next to Taylor Swift right now 😃

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user3 You are such a good dancer, the shows wouldn't be the same without you Y/N!

yourusername omg thank u sm I really appreciate that!!🥹

user4 sooo... are we gonna just ignore Fernando in the likes or what???

user5 THAT'S WHAT I CAME HERE TO SAY

user6 fr I need some crazy detective from twitter to figure this out😫

carmenmmundt Hey, could you give me and lilymhe vip tickets...?

yourusername I mean... everything can be done 😏 I'll just need to ask mother Taylor bc I just used my plus one at the last concert🫡

lilymhe OH MY GOD WE LOVE YOU Y/N

yourusername I love you girls as well, we have to finally meet sometimes!!!

carmenmmundt Yeah, I think we'll have chance at the end of February at the latest😉

user7 WHAT IS HAPPENING HERE

user8 Omg are they hinting Y/N at the Bahrain GP?? F1 season starts at the end of February right?!

goergerussell63 Well hello there, nice to meet you Y/N... given the fact my dear girlfriend doesn't care about me, could you give me and alex_albon vip tickets as well?😊

alex_albon Yeah Y/N we are very big fans😊

yourusername everything for the guys that go vroom vroom🫡

alex_albon Like your heart

yourusername exactly!

user9 I AM FREAKING OUT

user9 MY BRAIN HURTS FROM HOW MUCH IS GOING ON

user9 WAIT FUCK I THINK I GOT IT

user9 AAAHHH I FEEL LIKE SHERLOCK MF HOLMES

twitter & messages between Y/N and Fernando

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yourusername preparing for the next season🤞

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user1 y/n is literally living my dream life rn

georgerussell63 Oh no... he infected you with that emoji, didn't he?

yourusername we'll never know... maybe I infected HIM with it

gourgerussell63 I think higher of you and your taste in emojis

yourusername aww thanks princess georgie how sweet🥰

georgerussell63 I take it back

user2 HELLO?! what is happening💀

dancer1 excuse me little miss y/n... is that a man i'm seeing?🤨

yourusername well... maybe

dancer2 Be fr she's trying to soft launch him for like a month now😭

dancer1 okay i'm calling you rn STAY WHERE YOU ARE

user3 Guys why's nobody talking about the paddock pass in the 5th picture!!!!

user4 omg that's a PADDOCK PASS?😱

user5 yeah it is I noticed it thanks to this comment

user6 Wait... does that mean her and Fernando have been together longer? Because she already went to a race before the winter break??

user5 idk girl we don't even know for sure she's really dating him😓

user6 idgaf about who's dating her bc even without bf y/n's sooo hot like damn... mommy🥵

user7 I'm so confused... is this Alonso's girl or not?

user8 trust me user7 - we'd all like to know that😭

user9 😍

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user1 replied to yourusername story: is that an f1 driver there y/n

dancer1 replied to yourusername story: Hope he'll not disappoint me in person when you talked about him sm 😒

yourusername ohhh trust me you'll love him just as I do🥰

dancer1 omg bleeeeh I hope not 🫣

user2 replied to yourusername story: your friends are so pretty😩

taylorswift replied to yourusername story: When you'll take him to get my approval??

yourusername soon taylor, soon... I'm just afraid it'll break the internet lol

taylorswift I think we're used to that already with Travis at this point😂

yourusername true😭

fernandoalo_official replied to yourusername story: 🔥

yourusername it's going to be okay, they'll love you 🫶

fernandoalo_oficial how did you know I was nervous amor?

yourusername I saw you literally shaking when you left to the bathroom love...😹

yourusername oh they're back come quickly!!💞

fernandoalo_oficial onmw

user3 replied to fernandoalo_oficial story: IS THIS THE CONFIRMATION WE NEEDED?!

user4 replied to fernandoalo_oficial story: I see what you're doing here old man 👀

user5 replied to fernandoalo_oficial story: soft launch slowly turning into a hard launch and I'm here for it!!!!

dancer1 replied to fernandoalo_oficial story: I guess you aren't that bad in person...

fernandoalo_oficial 😁

user6 replied to fernandoalo_oficial story: screaming crying throwing up

taylorswift replied to fernandoalo_oficial story: You better treat my best dancer right Alonso!🤍

fernandoalo_oficial of course ma'am! 🫡

user7 replied to fernandoalo_oficial story: So cute!!😍

messages between Y/N and Fernando

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fernandoalo_oficial All these people think love's for show but I would die for you in secret... #swiftie

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yourusername I'd just like to make it clear to everybody that it's me who made him be swiftie... you're welcome💋

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user1 OMG THE LYRICS FROM PEACE BY TAYLOR

carmenmmundt Y/N is so pretty!😍

yourusername ohh carmen ilysm you're even prettier🥹

user2 No way Fernando just really har launched his gf😭

f1 We smell a new wag!

user4 LOL you're kinda late for that admin xd

user5 Congrats and wish you well world champ!💪

user6 can we talk about how gorgeous she is???

lilymhe double date when honey?

yourusername anytime babeee!!!

fernandoalo_oficial why do I have a feeling me and alex_albon will be third-wheeling on you two?🤨

alex_albon you'll eventually get used to third-wheeling your own girlfriend and her friends, trust me fernando...🤠

user7 This girl is like a goddess, I can't even blame him ❤️🔥

user8 mommy & daddy

georgerussell63 Finally! Congratulation on the hard launch mate👍

fernandoalo_oficial and look who's original with emojis now...😂

user9 from now on this is my fav couple

user10 mine to

user11 SHUT UP THE DELULU GIRLIES ON TWITTER WERE RIGHT

lance_stroll 💚💚

user12 nah I don't know what he see in her🙄

user13 Go away we don't want the jealous haters here 🥱

kellypiquet Welcome to the F1 family yourusername!🤍

yourusername thx!💞

user14 i call this couple goals

user15 I'M SO READY FOR BOYFRIEND MATERIAL ALONSO

user16 I can already feel he'll be so hot in his new era 😩

user17 lmao nando in his swiftie and stlutty era as someone on twitter said😹

yourusername swiftie and slutty era? i like the sound of it😏

user16 not y/n reading all the comments sipping over her bf 💀

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Author's Note: Hello everyone, hope you liked it! I'm not sure you should get used to me posting so often, but let's say that after Lance's social media au and the great feedback I had so much motivation... plus I'm sick, so I actually have the time to write and create XD. Anyway, I'll be glad for likes, comments, reblog and every other way of showing support! Have a great day and let me know how you liked Nando and swiftie dancer together!

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mikareo · 6 months

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⌗ TWO SLOW DANCERS ₊ ˖ ་. gojo satoru x fem reader (1.2k)

⊹ ⠀⠀why doesn’t he love you?

contains; angst, rejection, reader just wants to be loved, gojo's kinda a dick, mitski did this to me, not proofread author's note; i'm thinking abt the guy who didn't want me rn sorry

“Can I ask you something?” you murmur, your voice nothing above a faint whisper. Fear of judgment is laced within it, something you can’t help but wish you could get rid of. “It’s going to sound ridiculous, and if you think so you can just ignore me.” He’s going to ignore you.

However, Gojo sits up straighter. His eyes are intending to focus on you. “Nothing you say is ridiculous. I’m always here to listen.” You want to believe him so badly. There’s nothing else in the world that you wish for. All you need is a confession, him reciprocating the depth of your feelings, but you know that’s impossible. If he felt the same, he wouldn’t have started seeing that girl; no matter the fact that she’s wonderful for him, amazing, and kind. If she’s so amazing, what are you doing wrong? What is it about her that you can’t compare to? You know you’d be perfect for Gojo. He’s your best friend. He’s the person who knows you better than anyone, so why is it that he doesn’t love you the same way you love him? It doesn’t make sense.

What are you doing wrong?

“...am I difficult to love?” You feel like you already know the answer. It’s a pointless question that’s been eating you up inside for years, ever since you first met and he instantly treated you as a friend when you wanted to be loved by him. “I know it’s silly, but I feel so helpless.”

Without realizing it, your words flow from your lips like a river streaming downhill. Not even the largest dam could hold in your insecurities. “I try so hard, everyday to be kind and patient and perfect; but no one seems to notice. Is there something that everyone else has that I don’t? What am I missing that makes me invisible? Why do I feel so stuck while the world keeps moving and progressing and making changes that I can’t keep up with? Why don’t you love me?”

There it is.

There’s the question that you’ve swallowed down for the past ten years of knowing Gojo Satoru…and somehow…

…it seems that he already knows the answer.

“I do love you.”

In half a second, your heart beats faster. It swells with an overwhelming pink feeling that practically causes it to burst. You almost see stars. In your imagination you’re flying through the night sky, weaving constellations together as you hold Gojo’s hand and ask him what he’s wishing on that shooting star, oh so close to you. So close, yet so far. So far, that it never reaches you; because nothing is ever as it seems. It isn’t a wish racing your way, it’s a meteorite. A meteor thats target is the home in your heart that you’ve made so lovingly for your best friend. The flaming rock finds your weakest point and begins to wither it away into nothing but hopeless shreds of dreams. In a half a second, you’re on the top of the world. In a half a second, your world is destroyed.

“I just don’t love you in the way you want me to.”

You’re a fool. You knew this was coming.

“I can’t imagine my life without you.” Shut up. Why can’t he just shut up? You don’t need these filler words, these empty statements that he’s only saying to make you feel better about your worthless self. “You’re such an important part of my everyday.” Shut up!

It’s so hard to hold in the tears. Your dam already burst— but instead of a river, it seems that you’ve got an ocean of feelings. This ocean is polluted, though. It’s littered in trash and oil, after years of wanting something that was never yours. Other men have thrown their waste in your waters and Gojo’s always been the one to clean it up. He’s always made you laugh…made you smile…made you believe that everything is going to be okay as long as you trust him. Now, you’ve made the mistake of trusting him with your heart; when he’s never cared if it shatters.

“Please don’t say those things to me.” It’s pathetic, the whimper shaking from the tip of your tongue. “I shouldn’t have said anything. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

Gojo isn’t even replying to you. He’s simply staring with the most pitiful look in his eyes, as if you’re a dying animal that he’s just shot with a rifle. How do you make him stop looking at you like that? You’re better than this! Just suck it up and smile!

Somehow, you find yourself laughing. “Don’t worry about it, Satoru. I’ll be fine, it’s just a silly little crush.” You’re lying.

It’s so obvious you’re lying.

He’s never been a crush. If he was a fleeting crush, then you wouldn’t spend your nights thinking of how you made him smile earlier in the day. You wouldn’t know his favorite place, song, and movie at the top of your head. You wouldn’t imagine his face whenever you picture your wedding day— at the end of the aisle, smiling at you with tears in his eyes. If he was just a little crush, it wouldn’t feel like your entire world is ending.

“I know you’ve liked me, it’s a little obvious.” He shrugs. “I just assumed you’d get over it?”

He knew? He’s known all this time?

There’s a war raging between your heart and your mind. It’s a battlefield with logic on one side and love on the other. The rational part of you knows that he can’t help his feelings. He can’t force himself to reciprocate something that he’s never felt before. That’s unfair to him, and you can’t make him love you…

…but the other half of you can’t accept that.

After all these years of waiting for him. Years and years of watching your closest friends find love, be loved, and experience all of the firsts that you’ve always wanted to experience with him by your side. He doesn’t love you. You’ve known Gojo Satoru since you were ten years old. You’re twenty now and still so delusional that you believe he can feel the same way. Why can’t he, though? Gojo knows you from front to back. If there’s anyone in the world who could write an encyclopedia titled with your name, it’s him; and he still doesn’t love you. You’re the person who’s been there for him through countless breakups and temper tantrums. You’re the one who he trusts most in this world, yet he will never…ever…want you back.

Someone is writing the story of the world. Someone is tying the strings of fate, the line of destiny, or whatever you want to call it; and that someone isn’t on your side. They never have been and they never will be…

…at least not in the case of Gojo Satoru.

“I’ll try my best.” A phony smile graces your face and you’re now realizing that he’s never once called you beautiful. Yet, you still want him. Perhaps it’s human nature to wish for the things that are terrible for you. “You don’t have to worry about me, Satoru. I’ll be fine.”

Yeah, maybe in ten years.

“I’ll be able to forget about this.”

You don’t think you will.

“I didn’t mean to inconvenience you.”

Your feelings are an inconvenience.

“It’s nothing.”

It was love.

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samandcolbyownme · 3 months

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Summary: Anon request on tumblr - "can you do a jake x poll dancer smut?"

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, pole dancer!y/n, cocky!y/n, mentions of working in a strip club, breaking club rules, semi public, sneaky, unprotected sex, hair pulling, biting, scratching, general filth

Word count: 2.9k | not edited really

Also, I fucking LOVE writing these ones because it makes me feel like I could totally be a stripper, so thank you to whoever sent this is to me.

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"Ladies and gentlemen.." The DJ announces to grab everyone's attention, "Welcome to The Cave, where our number one priority is to make sure you have a good time, if not, then the best time!

A small smirk toys with your lips as you know your stage name is about to be announced.

"Please, without further ado, give it up for Sinderella."

Your song that you chose for openings tonight’s show, Bad Girlfriend by Theory of a Deadman, starts blasting through the speaking, mixing in with the cheers and whistles of the desperate men ready to try and get your attention.

You emerge from behind the curtain, a huge smile on your face as you walk over to the pole. You wrap one hand around it, walking around it as the song builds up.

Your eyes scan over the crowd surrounding the stage, one guy in particular catches your attention.

You give him a smirk as your eyes meet his and you lift yourself up, wrapping one leg around the pole as you lean back.

You slide down, squatting down as you move around to the beat of the song. You turn around, crawling over to the edge of the stage, stopping right in front of the guy that caught your attention.

Your eyes scan up his tattooed skin as you reach out, tangling your fingers into his hair and pulling slightly as the lyrics, “..she likes to pull my hair when I make her grind her teeth..” play loudly through the club.

He smirks and looks up at you, watching as you spin around and tilt your head back, looking at him upside down.

You bite your lip, spinning away from him, ass towards him as you crawl back to the pole. You stand up, lifting yourself up to spin around, doing a split in the air.

You smile as money gets tossed your way from everyone around the stage.

You move back down, crawling over to a random guy off to the side during the one bridge of the song. You get on your knees, hooking the straps of your red thong and pulling them outward as the song plays, “Red thong, party's on, love this song, sing along..”

You bite your lip as you spread your legs, bouncing up and down slightly as you give a little way to the guy during, “.. see you later back at home..”

You get up, walking back to the pole and dancing against it. Your eyes travel back to the guy with the dark hair and tattoos and you walk towards him, turning at the last second to go to the other side of the stage.

You glance back at him, smirking as you see him shake his head as he mouths, “Tease.”

You look away, tilting your head as you lock eyes with another guy, dragging your hands up your body, “..she's naughty to the end..”

You grip the edge of the stage, leaning forward so a guy can stuff a few ones in the strap of your very sheer bra.

“Thank you.” You smile and move down the stage on your hands and knees, flipping your hair, moving to shake your ass to the beat of the song.

You were having complete fun with it, until you went back to the guy.

You were assuming his friend was right next to him, so you lean out, grabbing the loose tie that was around his neck and pulling him into you as you lean back.

You push your chest out, flipping your hair as you let go of the tie. You move back, mouthing along to the lyrics as you slowly crawl towards the guy, “.. But does it make her wrong to have the time of her life?..”

You sit up straight, staring down at his hand reaching up to slip a twenty into the tiny strap of your thong.

Your eyes move up to his, “Thank you, baby.”

He nods, “Anything for my favorite dancer.” He winks, sending a kaleidoscope of butterflies through you.

You smile and move back to the pole to finish out the song. You spin, twirl, twist, and bend around it. As the song ends, the DJ comes back onto the mic, “Thank you, darlin’. Everyone give it up for Sinderella.”

You smile, bowing before going around to collect your money. You reach out, taking the loose ones from the hands of the men, giving them a cute smile as you thank them.

You walk back through the curtain, “Good luck, Sugar.” You smile at the next girl getting ready to go out and she scoffs, “Please. After that? I’ll need it. You were incredible, as always.”

You smile, “Thank you.” You hear the DJ announce her and you squeeze her shoulder, “You’re going to kill it.”

She disappears out onto the stage and you walk back to the dressing room to change into something different. You opt for a very skimpy all black one piece that just barely covers your nipples.

You switch your heels to Lacey black ones and fluff your hair one last time before making your way out to the floor.

Your head immediately turns towards the stage, but not to look at Sugar spinning around the pole.

You were looking for him.

“Sinderelly. Sinderelly.” One of your regulars comes up to you, taking your hand to spin you around so he can get a full view of you, “Got time for a private dance?”

He holds up three hundred dollar bills and you sigh, giving him a smile, “Of course I can.” You lead him back to the private rooms, pulling the curtain closed.

“Two songs like usual?” You turn around, walking around to lay your hand on his chest. He chuckles, “I wish, sweetheart. But I have an early flight tomorrow, so we’ll just make it one for tonight.”

“Where are you flying to?” You walk around to the front, slowly bending down as you sit on his lap.

“Barbados. Business, you know?” His eyes rake up and down your body, “Is this new?” He asks referring to your little outfit.

“Sure is.” You lean your back against his chest and move your hips against him.

You couldn’t help but think of how soft that guys hair was when you laced your fingers in it.

How his eyes followed you as you moved around on the stage.

The way he made your skin tingle when he brushed his fingers against your skin to tuck the money into the band of your panties.

You wanted him, needed him.

And you decided right then and there that you were going to be the ones to break the rules.

As the song ends, you stand up, turning around to face the gentleman in the chair, “I hope your trip goes well.”

He hands you the three hundred dollars and smiles, “I’ll definitely have to come back and tell you how it was.”

You nod, pointing to him after taking the money, “I’ll be holding you to it, honey.” You open the curtain, allowing him to walk out first, “Have a good night.”

He looks back at you as he walks towards the exit, “I will now.” He winks and you smile as he leaves.

You walk around the club, saying hi to other people you see in there all the time. As your leaned forward on the one table, your eyes lock onto the friend of the guy you can’t stop thinking about.

He smirks and nudges him, nodding towards you. He turns around, looking directly at you with a smile on his lips. You see him tell his friend that he’ll be right back, but you were going to make sure it wouldn’t be for a while.

“See you guys later.” You smile at the guys and walk around the table. You put one hand on your hip, smiling as he walks up to you, “Hey.”

“Hey.” He smirks and tilts his head, “So I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“Likewise.” You pull your bottom lip between your teeth as you nod. You can tell his wheels were turning about whether or not you were just saying that because it was your job, or if you actually meant it.

You lean in, “Interested in a private dance?”

“Oh boy, you bet I am.” He nods with a slight laugh and you smile as you take his hand into yours, “Follow me.”

You glance back at him as he gives his friend a thumbs up. You shake your head laughing as you lead him to the room all the way in the back, “So what’s your name, baby?”

He walks in, sitting down in the large velvety chair, “Jake.”

“Jake.” You repeat as you shut the curtain behind you, “It’s very nice to meet you.” You walk over, dragging your hand over his chest as you walk in a circle around him.

“What did you think of my turn on the stage, Jake?” You sit in his lap, facing him with your hands on his shoulders.

He rests his arms out on the arms of the chair, “You want my honest answer?”

You nod as you move your hips to the beat or the song, “Please.” You lean in, brushing your lips against his neck and you can feel him swallow hard, “I um..” he clears his throat, shifting around under you, “It was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

He tilts his head back, looking up at you as you lean up, “Yeah? Well thank you, I really put my all into those kind of shows.”

He smirks, “You definitely had my attention.”

“Oh I know I did.” You laugh slightly and sigh as you stand up, turning around to sit in his lap, “So tell me, Jake.” You lean back against his chest, “You have a girlfriend that doesn’t know you’re here? Or does? I don’t know if you’re into that kind of thing.”

He chuckles, rubbing his fingers together, “No, no. I am as single as a dollar bill, Sinderella.” He tilts his head, “How’d you come up with that name anyway?”

You stand up, turning around to face him. You lay your hands his knees and bend down, “I spell it Sin as in..” you look up at him, “S. I. N.”

His brow twitches, “Yeah?”

You nod, “And.. because I like to live like there’s no midnight..” You move back to straddling him, your boobs right in front of his face and his eyes are locked on them.

“That’s..” he takes a breath, “Creative.”

You’re not only teasing him at this point, you’re teasing yourself.

“You can touch me.” You whisper, “It’s okay.”

He’s hesitant at first, “I really don’t want to get out time cut short by getting thrown out of here.” He chuckles and you slide your hands up his mesh covered chest, “As long as we’re quiet.. there’s no need to be thrown out.”

He tilts his head, “You do this with all your guests that come back her with you?”

You shake your head as you slide your hands down his arms, “Nope. I’m a good girl. I always follow the rules. But..” you guide his hands to your hips and you lean in, “You’re the first person I want to break the rules for.”

“Fucking hell.” He groans lowly as you grind down onto his growing bulge. You drag your nails up his arm and lay a hand on the side of his neck, “What do you say Jake? Still can’t get me off your mind?”

He smirks, a chuckle following behind, “If we’re doing this, I should get to know your real name.”

“Do you want to do this?” You ask and he instantly nods his head, “Fuck, yeah.”

“Y/n.” You say with no hesitation, “Nice to meet you.” You smile and lean in to close the space between your lips and his.

His hands slide down, gripping your ass, moving you to give him some sort of friction. A low groan leaves his lips as you bite down on his bottom lip and tilt your head back.

He kisses back your jaw and down to your neck, “You are so fucking sexy.”

You smile as you close your eyes, biting your lip to hold back your moans as he sucks on your neck, “No marks, Jake.” You lean back and he smirks, “Right. Sorry. Forgot that we’re a secret.”

You slide your hands down his chest, undoing the belt on his jeans so you can undo them and push his zipper down.

You lift up slightly so you can reach in, pulling him from his boxers, “You’re so big.” You bite your lip as you stroke him a few times.

He smirks and licks his lips, “Thanks. I’m pretty confident in it.” He chuckles but stops as soon as you rub the tip against your already slick folds.

You spit onto the tip of your fingers, reaching down to coat the tip of his cock with it, “You should be.” You smile and bite down on your lip hard as you slowly start to sink down onto him.

His fingers dig into your skin, tilting his head back as you grip the chair behind him, “Fuck, Jake.” You lean in, whimpering as you roll your hips, “needed you so bad.”

He turns his head, kissing the corner of your mouth, “So fucking wet.”

You turn your head, crashing your lips onto his as you slide a hand to lay on the back of his head, fingers lacing into his soft, dark hair.

You clench around him, already wanting to cum for him.

His hands guide you up and down on his cock, groaning lowly and fighting to stay as quiet as he can.

“My shift ends in two hours.” You breathe out, “Give me a ride home?”

Jake nods quickly, “As long as you promise to ride me just like this when we get there.”

“Deal.” You moan out quietly, “Fuck.” You bury your face into his neck, whimpering as you clench around him, “Cum for me, y/n.”

Jake using your real name sends you over the edge. Your nails dig into the couch as your other hand pulls his hair.

You clench your jaw and you rock against his cock, guiding yourself through the high or your orgasm. You kiss up his neck to his lips.

Your lips move in sync as he slowly and subtle as possible, thrusts his hips upward, “Never made a girl cum that fast before.”

You giggle slightly, “Now ya have.”

He tilts his head back before sliding a hand up to move the tiny straps covering your nipples. He looks down, eyes scanning over your boobs before staring down at his cock going in and out of you in the red light of the room.

“Fuck, I’m so fucking close.” He looks up at you, “Where do you want me?”

“I’ll swallow.” You whisper, “Just tell me when.”

He nods, pulling you back into kiss him. He thrusts a few more times before he nods, “Okay. Okay now.” You quickly get up, dropping to your knees in between his and placing your lips around his cock.

He lays a hand on the back of your head as you bob, working him up to cum. You feel if shoot into your throat and you wait til he done to lean back.

You look up at him, licking your lips as you wipe the corner of your mouth with your wrist.

“You’re such a bad girl.” He boops your nose and you shrug, “Only for the right kind of person.” You slide your hands up his thighs before standing up.

He fixes himself and rests his head back, staring up at you as you fix your outfit, “You say two hours?”

You nod, “Yep. Midnight.”

“I guess I can force Johnnie to stay here another two hours.” He laughs and you tilt your head, “That your friend?”

He nods, “Yeah, he didn’t want to come, but I told him it would be worth it. I guess I was right on that part for me anyway.”

“I’ll tell one of the girls to treat him good.” You smirk and Jake nods, “He will hate that.”

“Oh, do you no-“

He cuts you off, “No, no. Do it.” He laughs and moves to the edge of the chair, reaching out to pull you to him. His hands slide up and down your thighs as yours rest on his shoulders.

“I’m going to enjoy these next two hours.”

You look down at him, “Why’s that?”

“After what I just got.. it’s a big fuck you to all the assholes who know they can’t to touch you.” He smiles and stands up, giving you one last kiss before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a hundred dollar bill, “To cover our tracks, you know.”

“Of course. Of course.” You smile as he slips it into the thin strap. You look up at him and step back, “See you out there.”

“See you out there.” He winks before leaving the room and you stand there, silently composing yourself before you walk back out to the floor.

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

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Need ballet konig to grab my fucking tutu and ravage me, absolutely end me, I need him so carnally it is I N S A N E.

Bent over with his big hands around your waist, your tutu bouncing with each hard thrust of his hips. He keeps mumbling about how sweet you are to let a beast like him fuck you, how a pretty little ballerina like you should know better than to let a man cut open your costume just to bully his thick cock into you. He's so rough with you, you'd almost think he likes feeling the stiff tulle and silk hitting his chest and thighs. You can't do anything but hold onto your ankles like he told you, letting him use you like a toy. His cock hits you deep, achingly deep, and with the angle you could almost believe he's punching the air out of you with every thrust. He stretches you out so good, the little burn of friction and the low grunts of pleasure from him make you clench, just to feel the drag of each vein along your gummy walls.

You should know better than to tease him, walking around in your little costume, your legs on display, your neck bare and waiting to be bitten. One little slice of the fabric between your legs and he could do whatever he wanted. He'll catch hell from the costumer later, but for now he buries his cock into your warm, wet, cunt and enjoys how tight you are. It's a good angle for him, really makes him have to bully his way into your pussy to get every inch inside, and you get to cry all that pretty makeup off your face with how good it feels to be used like the flesh light you are.

#cod x reader #x reader #könig #könig x reader #könig cod #könig mw2 #könig call of duty #ballet au #dancer!Reader #dancer!König #f!reader #König x f!reader #“like the flesh light you are” BRO WHO SAID THAT #must be a demon running around here

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“Even The Sun Hides”

Bada Lee x Reader

Warnings: pure fluff, upset bada, lowercase intended

Summary: bada was having a bad day so you took care of her

Includes Eli.’s “even the sun hides”

hey.. bada’s been having a terrible day. she just got done crying please take care of her🩵

the text came in thirty minutes before she walked in the door.

“hi honey.” i whispered when she walked in. her eyes were red and swollen and her makeup was running down her cheeks.

“hi baby. what do you want for dinner?” she shrugs off her jacket and takes off her beanie.

“i’ll take care of that. how was your day?” i knew she wouldn’t tell me everything that happened.

“it was okay. we’re doing great.”

i lead her to the couch and stand behind her hand on her shoulders. lightly pressing on the knots there. she sighs and sniffles.

“what happened honey?”

bada starts silently sobbing. i walk around the couch and sit next to her pulling her into my chest. her sobs got louder and she grips onto my shirt.

i rub her hair and back soothingly letting her cry. i didn’t say a word holding her close waiting for her to feel comfortable enough to talk to me.

she then became silent. light sniffles left her and she looked up at me.

“i got makeup on your shirt.” she says hoarsely.

“oh honey that’s the least of my worries. do you want to talk?” i ask wiping her eyes.

“no thank you. not right now.”

i nod understandingly and stand up. “let’s get you in the tub. that could help you.”

she stands and follows me to the bathroom, leaning against the sink as i run the water. i add bubbles just for the fun of it.

“you can’t get in the tub fully dressed.” i say looking at her.

she pulls out of her head and looks at me. “what? oh right.. don’t look.”

i giggle and cover my eyes, “i’ve seen you naked before.”

“yeah but i don’t like when you watch me strip. it’s awkward.” i can hear the pout in her voice.

i hear her walk and step into the tub. i uncover my eyes and watch as she sinks in, long legs bent at the knees so her chest is covered by the bubbles.

“we need a bigger tub.” she mumbles.

i laugh and kneel next to her head, grabbing her favorite shampoo and massaging it into her scalp. her eyes flutter shut and she sighs.

i rinse her hair and add conditioner.

“are you hungry?” i ask.

“no i really just want to sleep.” she says quietly.

i hurry to finish her hair and leave the room so she can clean herself. i lay down the clean sheets and grab her clothes out of the dryer making sure they’re not too hot.

she comes out the bathroom in her towel and looks at me.

“get dressed i’ll be right back.” i run to the kitchen getting a bottle of water, she’s probably dehydrated from all the crying, and an orange. she’s gonna eat something.

when i go back, she’s sitting on her bed typing aggressively on her phone.

“uh uh.” i say snatching it from her hands. “eat this and drink some water. don’t even pick up that phone again.”

she pouts and nods peeling and eating the orange before laying down. i slide in next to her and she immediately cuddles into my chest.

“will you sing?” i knew it was coming.

i think for a little and settle on the song that usually helps her when she gets like this.

that’s just the way it goes, the highs the lows, nobody knows how you feel. even the sun hides, up in the the cloudy skies, we all have dark times, but we live good lives. it’s a good life.

after the short little vocalizing the song has, i look down at her and she’s fast asleep, fisting my shirt like i’ll run away.

my big baby.

#bada lee #bada lee x reader #kpop #swf2 #swf2 x reader #spotify #dancer #imagine

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Double the trouble [pt.1] | n romanoff

Double the trouble au: part 1, part 2

Summary: Natasha and Wanda’s teenage twin daughters are a lot to handle, but despite their differences and arguments, there’s nothing they wouldn’t do for each other

Warnings: none

Pairings: WandaNat

wc: 3.9k

note: my first time putting a one shot on tumblr. Here goes nothing

— ⧗ —

"Y/N! Mom told me to come wake you. You're gonna be late." Isla stood at the door, her arms folded with a cocky smirk plastered on her face.

Y/N groaned and turned over in her bed, flinging an arm over her face as she squinted into the light to see who was speaking. The familiar outline of her twin sister came into view and she rolled back over.

"Y/N. Get up. Or don't. It's not my fault if you're late." And with that, the girl was gone, the door swinging shut as a cloud of floral perfume was all that was left in her place.

"Good morning to you too." Y/N muttered under her breath as she pulled her phone off charge and checked the time. Her stomach dropped as 7:19 flashed up on her screen. School started at 8:00. They left at 7:45. She did not have long at all.

"Isla I'm gonna kill you!" The distressed teenager screamed out, running over to her closet to pull out the first half decent outfit she could find. Any feeling of tiredness evaporated from her body as she got dressed, which was probably the only positive to come out of this morning.

A knock sounded on her bedroom door as she pulled her shirt over her head. Wanda's head popped around before she saw it was safe for her to enter. She watched her daughter getting frustrated over her hair for a moment before walking over with a plate of freshly made toast and fruit. There wasn't much time to eat it but Wanda was the kind of mother who made sure all of her girls were fed. Even when Nat was feeling stubborn.

"Good morning sweetheart. I brought breakfast." It was an obvious thing to send but Y/N smiled gratefully at her in the mirror for a split second before a large tangle in her hair caused her to wince.

"Thanks Mom."

"Do you want me to send Mama up to help with your hair?" As a typical mom, Wanda collected a few spare cups from her daughter's desk and stacked them in her hand. Y/N attacked her hair with her hairbrush before setting it down on the table with a thud.

"No! I'm not 4! I can do my own hair!" She exclaimed. She didn't normally talk to Wanda that way, but the stress of being late was taking its toll so Wanda didn't take offence.

"Okay. Well, you've got 15 minutes."

Y/N groaned loudly and started on her make up, having given up on her hair. A ponytail would suffice for today. She did not have the patience.

"Isla, you know you can't leave without your sister. So I don't know what trick you're playing on her, but if she's late then you're late." Wanda went into stern mother mode as she entered the kitchen, where her eldest (by 11 minutes) was sat at the table drinking her breakfast smoothie.

The teenager looked up in offence at her mother, who just shot her a warning look. "I didn-" She was cut off by another glare from Wanda.

The mother tapped the side of her head. "Mind reader. Remember?"

"What's this about mind reading?" Nat questioned as she walked into the kitchen, going straight over to her wife to wrap her in a hug and a kiss. Isla turned back to her phone and the women looked over at their daughter. "And where's Y/N?"

"Well, someone turned her sister's alarm off so she's currently rushing around upstairs."

Nat sent her famous disappointed look to Isla, who cowered slightly. Wanda was easy to get around, often being far too soft with her girls. Natasha was the tough parent, but she still cared. Being a dance teacher and studio owner meant she was an expert in tough love. "Isla... why?"

The teenager shrugged. "I don't know. I just thought it was funny. I was gonna wake her up but I lost track of time." She pulled a lock of perfectly curled hair out of her face and Nat knew what had made her 'lose track of time'.

"You don't do that again, okay?" Isla nodded, not wanting to start an argument before 8am. She wasn't a bad person, but her ideas of teasing her sister and playing jokes weren't exactly the best.

"Hey my love," Wanda hummed as Nat passed her again with a kiss. "Can you go see if Y/N needs any help? She might benefit from your braiding skills today, even though she was okay."

Natasha smiled, nodding. She loved braiding her daughters' hair. Even at 17, when the twins claimed they were too old for it, they secretly loved Nat's braids. Especially Y/N, who found her mom doing her hair at lot during dance show season.

There was just over 5 minutes before they needed to leave so Nat tentatively entered Y/N's room, observing the girl before talking. The teenager was threading her earrings into her ears, the rest of her jewellery already in place. Make up was scattered across the desk and her hairbrush was on the other side of the room. Her hair hung down her back in a dark red curtain, the ends curling naturally slightly. It looked smooth but wasn't styled, and Nat smiled.

"Hey sweet girl. Can I help?" She sat on Y/N's bed slightly, picking up the backpack by the floor and slotting her daughter's laptop and charger into the right compartment. She didn't snoop around, but instead put it back on the floor by her feet.

"I just need to finish my make up. How long do I have?" Y/N took a bite of toast as Nat checked her watch.

"5 minutes. Do you want braids? I can do them in 2 minutes. And I won't be in your way." Y/N was hesitant as she applied her concealer, frantically blending it in. Wasn't her neatest job but she still wanted to be presentable.

"Okay but please make it quick."

Nat sprung into action, gathering up a small section of hair to begin braiding. The two worked in silence, with there being no time to walk. As Nat tied off the first braid, Y/N leaned forwards to curl her lashes before Nat started again on the other side. The braids were only small, taking the front sections of Y/N's hair to keep them out of her face during the day.

Being a dancer, she kept her hair long but there was so much of it that it got in the way a lot. So she rarely had it fully down, either claw clips or braids holding back. Isla rarely wore braids, wanting to differentiate herself from her sister at school. They got mixed up enough as it was.

"Okay. All done." Nat stepped back as Y/N applied her final coat of lipgloss. She smiled as she saw the braids but didn't have time to admire them before a jangle of keys was heard and a voice yelled up the stairs.

"Y/N! Let's go!"

"Always so polite." Nat said sarcastically with a smile to Y/N. She handed her daughter her backpack and gave her a quick hug before the girl rushed out of the room, Nat following behind more calmly.

"Love you Mama! Love you Mom!" Y/N shouted over her shoulder, running out of the house with a slice of her toast in her hand.

"Have a great day girls." The women called out, watching the car pull away from the driveway. Isla got her permit before Y/N so she was the designated taxi girl in the family now. Y/N hated it, but driving wasn't her strongest suit so she stuck out the irritating chatter of her sister until she was finally ready for her own permit.

"Everyday I'm still surprised at how similar yet so different they are." Wanda commented, her hands wrapped round her mug of tea. Nat mirrored her from her side, her mug containing coffee instead.

"They look like a carbon copy of each other and yet sometimes I feel it's like they're from different planets." This made Wanda laugh slightly, her breathy giggle never failing to put a smile on her wife's face.

"I mean, you wouldn't find Isla in a dance studio anymore. But then Y/N practically lives there. And you wouldn't find her on the athletics track either, unlike Isla. We must have done something right... right?"

Nat sidled up to her wife and wrapped her arms around her waist, mug now abandoned on the counter. "You, my dear, are the best mom those girls could ask for." She looked into the green eyes she knew far too well before pressing a kiss to the lips she had memorised and could draw in her sleep. "We've done everything we can do for them. And our girls are the toughest girls in the world."

"And they're ours."

"Our little babies." Nat said with a soft smile, her head leaning down to rest on Wanda's shoulder.

"Don't let Y/N hear you saying that. She was snappy about me thinking she was 4 earlier."

"That girl is a whirlwind. She's as wild as her hair sometimes." Wanda reached up and pushed a lock of Nat's red hair behind her ear, admiring the colour which matched the twins' almost perfectly.

"And I know just where she gets it from." The Sokovian said with a smile before kissing her wife. Nat tried to deepen it now it was just them, but Wanda pulled back. "I have work to do. As much as I'd love to stay here with you all day, those emails won't answer themselves." She left the room with an aura of grace surrounding her and Nat found herself staring at the door way long after she was gone.

— ⧗ —

The day went by quite fast. Wanda worked in her office until 4pm, whilst Nat left for her studio at 1pm to start preparing that evening's classes. Competition season was a stressful time but she handled herself well, staying on top of what she needed and when.

The final bell rang and the corridors were soon filled with hoards of teenagers, everyone racing to get home as quickly as possible. Y/N and Isla stopped by their lockers, chatting with friends as they exchanged the textbooks needed for tonight's homework.

Despite their quarrels and petty arguments, the twins shared the same group of friends at school. They were known by everyone, but Bucky, Maria, Clint, Kate and Steve made up their main group. They were pretty popular, partly due to the fact that there wasn't a single person who disliked their moms. Nat and Wanda were the favourite parents which somehow elevated the girls' social status in school. Maybe it was also because of the parties they were allowed to host.

Natasha and Wanda's main focus was to give their girls as normal of a life as they possible could. Which meant letting them live like teenagers. Going to football games, school dances, hosting house parties, trips to the mall with friends. Anything that normal teenagers did was allowed. Alcohol was monitored and smoking and drugs was a strict no. But the twins followed the rules, knowing they were a lot luckier than most.

"Shit. Mom needs me in the studio." Y/N read aloud as her locker slammed shut. Isla peered down at her sister's phone and sighed.

"Y/N I've got track practice in 15 minutes. I can't get you there and back in time." Her sports bag hung off her shoulder and she watched her sister grab the emergency dance bag from her locker that she kept purely for times like this. "Well, I suppo-"

"I can take you" Bucky spoke. He was leaning with his back against the lockers like he usually did, watching Y/N with a soft smile.

"No I-" Isla started to protest but stopped herself. She knew how much Bucky was crushing on her sister and she was in full support. "Actually, Bucky, that would be amazing." Everyone else was aware of his crush, all except Y/N. She was completely oblivious, which obviously Isla took full advantage of and teased her about it almost on a daily basis.

"Do you know where it is?" Y/N asked casually. She had been crouched down by her bags to swap her stuff over and so had missed the looks and glances that everyone shared as Bucky offered. So as she stood back up everyone was smiling wide which confused her. "What?"

"Yeah my little sister does ballet on saturdays there and I pick her up sometimes." Bucky had already fished his car keys out and was tossing them in his hand.

Y/N noticed her sister's smirk out of the corner of her eye as they all walked to the exit of the school. "Isla, what is it?"

"Nothing. You guys have fun. But not too much fun." And with a wink, she turned towards the track and ran off to join her friends who were already on their way over in the distance. Everyone else said goodbye and went their separate ways for the night, leaving Bucky and Y/N by his car.

Y/N was definitely the kindest out of the twins, so she could easily make conversation with anyone. She didn't think anything special of the car ride to her mom's studio, except maybe that Bucky was really nice to offer her a ride. It was only a 10 minute drive but she was still so grateful.

"Thanks a lot for this, by the way." Y/N said as she stared out of the window. She knew this route like the back of her hand but something about the sun shining through the trees made it extra special today.

Bucky shook his head. "It's no problem. Always happy to help."

Y/N looked over and smiled at him. "You're a really good friend. I'm glad I've got you."

Bucky's smile slipped but he fixed it quickly as they came to a red light. Once again he was pushed back into the friend zone, but it was his fault for not making his feelings known. As he looked over at her, the sun catching her red hair, making it look like fire, her body swaying slightly to the music of "You Make Loving Fun", he realised just how much he liked her. But Y/N was sweet to everyone, so it held him back. Maybe she didn't see him the way he saw her. Or maybe she liked someone else.

His thoughts had distracted him and the lights turned green, earning a soft poke in the arm from Y/N who gestured to the lights.

They both hummed along to the music and chatted the rest of the way, Y/N sending her mom a quick text as they caught the rush hour traffic.

"You really are amazing for doing this. I'll pay you back at some point, I promise!" Y/N gratefully thanked him as she grabbed her bags to climb out of the car. Bucky offered to get out and help but Y/N's stubborn nature refused any help.

"Don't worry about it. Enjoy yourself. You're an amazing dancer!" He leaned out of the window and waved as he drove off, sending a blush creeping across Y/N's face.

Maybe the feelings were reciprocated. Just a little...

"Hey angel," Nat called out as Y/N walked through the main entrance doors.

"Hi Mama."

"Who was that outside?" Nat asked after Y/N said hi to the receptionist. She made her way over to her mother, who was stood by the door to the main studio and cafe.

"Oh, Bucky gave me a lift here. Isla had track so she couldn't get back in time." Nat couldn't help the smirk that crept onto her face, identical to the one Isla wore just before they left school.

"Oh so that's Bucky? Nice." She turned around and walked down the hall, leaving Y/N to chase after her.

"What's that supposed to mean?" The teenager called out, but Nat just shrugged and checked the windows outside studio 1b. "Mama. Please tell me. Isla had the same smirk. I'm not stupid so just tell me what's going on."

Y/N's huff and pout made Nat 'aw' and she pinched her daughter's cheek before her hand was quickly slapped away. "Nothing baby. I just expected to see Isla, that's all. Not Bucky."

Y/N folded her arms over her chest, careful not to let her backpack or sports bag slip off her shoulders. "I don't believe you."

Nat patted her on the head and unlocked the door to the studio. "Okay. Now come on. I want to work on your solo. We have that turns section to sort out so hurry up and get changed."

Y/N groaned and dropped her back off her shoulder, where it landed with a muffled thud ad her feet. "Mom give me a minute. I just got here."

"I have no minutes to give. It's comp season, you know that Y/N/N. No time to waste." Nat was already over in the speaker corner, connecting her laptop up so it was ready. "Why are you still standing there?"

"Can I just have 2 minutes to breathe?"

Natasha turned around and placed her hands on her hips, mirroring her daughter perfectly. "Do you want Yelena to take your private instead? She's free right now actually. I could be teaching junior tap instead."

Y/N's eyes went wide and she quickly grabbed her discarded bag. "No no! I'll hurry. I'll change and be back! Please don't sent Yelena in here!"

"Good. And I won't. She's taking your class for ballet later anyway. So you have that to enjoy."

The teenager was halfway to the changing room before she stopped dead in her tracks. That was her worst nightmare. "Mama! She's gonna be all 'Those feet are horrible. Point them. Why do your hands look like claws. Are you a crab? Are we doing Little Mermaid dance? Your posture is like potato couch. Why are none of you flexible?'" Her Russian accent sounded nothing like her aunt, which made Nat raise an eyebrow. She'd taught her daughters better than that. Or so she thought.

"Potato couch?"

"I think she meant couch potato. But yeah she said that to Becca last week. It helped though. Her posture was better last night."

"Then she's a good teacher." Such a know it all. "Do you stretch every night?"

Y/N went to answer and Nat gave her a knowing look. "Well, not every night."

"Then everything Yelena says is true. So don't complain. She tells me everything."

"I don't see how you guys are sisters. You're so different. She makes you seem almost angelic." Y/N fiddled with the lock on the changing room door.

"Exactly what your mom and I say about you and Isla. Now stop being cheeky and go get changed. And I want the hi-cut black leotard because we're working on legs today. Oh, and Y/N, bring your half soles because I don't want to completely destroy your feet before the rest of your classes." Natasha was bossy but it's what made her one of the best teachers around. She knew what she wanted and what it took to get there. She could recognise the potential in her dancers but would only work with those who put the work in themselves.

There was something so special about working with your daughter. Nat loved it, even if she didn't get to do privates like this much. Yes, she went into dance teacher mode and Y/N was no exception, but the pride she felt when she watched her daughter dance was something she didn't feel as much with the other dancers. Just like when she watched Isla win her races, seeing Y/N dance made her heart swell so much it felt as though it would burst.

10 minutes later and Y/N emerged from the changing room, a hair tie between her teeth as she pulled her hair up into a ponytail. Nat wasn't strict on hair with privates, only with normal class. So she just put on some calming music and started stretching with her daughter. Yes, it was weird seeing her mom effortlessly do the splits, but Y/N was used to it by now.

They gossiped the whole time, Y/N filling her in on any school drama that was of interest. As Y/N moved to the bar to stretch her leg holds, Nat couldn't hold back her questions anymore.

"What's going on with you and Bucky?" Nat asked and then burst out laughing as she turned to face her daughter. Y/N had her right leg pulled up to her head, but the most confused and shocked expression on her face. It truly was a hilarious sight.

"Uh- nothing? But I feel like you know something I don't? That's the second time you've asked me today."

Nat shrugged. "Well, he gave you a lift. I'm just curious."

"Well there's nothing to be curious about." She switched legs as she was talking. "He's just a friend. You know that. We've literally been friends since middle school!"

"Okay. I'll just ask Isla then." Nat smirked and walked over to her laptop.

"Mama, she will just tell you the same! And if she doesn't then she's just causing drama. Or making my life a living hell."

"She's your sister. That's what she's supposed to do. You do the exact same to her, even if you don't think so." Y/N rolled her eyes, moving to the centre of the room. "Okay, let's run it. You ready?"

"Is that why you and Aunt Yelena can't direct the same dance show? Because you argue?" Y/N smirked as her mom shook her head. "I'm right aren't I?"

"No you're not. And she's Miss Yelena to you. Just like I'm Miss Natasha. Now, dance."

"Yes Mama." Y/N wore a shit eating grin as she moved to her starting position, trying to get into the character of her dance so she didn't burst out laughing.

She was grateful for the relationship she had with both her moms and family meant the most to her. Even Isla had a special place in her heart, despite their quarrels and petty arguments. Those sisters would do anything for each other if it came down to it. Which was surprising to everyone except Wanda and Natasha. They saw the sisterly bond like no one else did. It was unbreakable.

#natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x daughter!reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x daughter!reader #wandanat #marvel #yelena belova #dancer #twins #natasha x you #natasha romanoff x wanda maximoff #fanfic #scarlett johansson #elizabeth olsen #double the trouble au

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hyperactively-me · 8 months

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king!ghost x reader -- the reception

After the wedding came the awaited reception — a night of dancing and oh so joyous celebration awaited. At least, a joyous celebration awaited the wedding guests. It couldn’t have been less true for you.

Before the reception, you were pulled into a spare room to change into a different dress. You breathed a sigh of relief as you were stripped from your wedding dress and slipped into a shorter and much thinner, simple white dress. You twirl quickly, watching as the thin fabric gently ripples around your ankles. Much better.

. . .

Stepping into view before the wedding guests, a mixture of dread and nerves churned within you as their applause welcomed you into the ballroom. Their collective gaze was fixed upon you as you made your way to the throne beside Ghost.

You practically sink into the cushion, settling back against the backboard.

Dinner had been served to the guests, and you watched them devour their meals.

You see Ghost lean towards you in the corner of your eye, and you turn to meet his masked face. Yet again.

“You…” He started, prompting you to raise your brows. “I’m impressed…with how well you handled that,” he eventually managed to say.

You sit up straight. You rub your wedding ring.

“Thank you.” You responded, your gaze drifting over the expanse of people before you.

You notice a band entering on the side, setting up their instruments. The first dance. God, you did love to dance, although you thought yourself to not be very good. You had taken ballroom dancing lessons for a while, but you were a bit shabby, honestly.

“Do we—?” you start.

“I can’t believe you’re even asking me. Yes. It’s customary.”

“Oh.” You nod your head, swallowing a lump in your throat.

He reaches over to you, brushing over your hand resting on the armrest.

“It’s time.”

“Okay.”

Standing, you both make your way to the center of the ballroom. He takes your hand in his, placing one his shoulder and the other in his hand. He brings his other hand to rest on your waist, his grip strong and firm. You look down at your feet in an attempt to calm yourself, wanting the crowd to stop staring at you. The orchestra begins playing an entrancing melody, signaling the beginning of the first dance.

“Trust me.”

Your mouth flounders for a moment, not knowing what to say, how to respond.

He chuckles. “You don’t have to say anything.”

And with that, he begins moving. He gently guides you along the dance floor, slowly falling into step with the music. He doesn’t look down at his feet once, keeping his gaze locked on you. You, on the other hand, have your eyes trained down at your feet, willing yourself to not mess this up.

“I won’t let you misstep,” he whispers.

You look up at him, grasping onto his shoulder ever so slightly tighter. How does he seem to know what you’re thinking?

As the song progresses, you start to grasp onto the rhythm of the dance, falling into the routine.

The symphony gradually swelled in intensity, its melody caressing your ears with soothing notes that eased the rapid rhythm of your heart.

He was right. He didn’t let you misstep once.

And as soon as it started, the dance was over. His hands fall from your body, and for the first time, he takes a deep bow in front of you.

Something in you is arising, and you can’t tell if you’re welcoming this feeling or trying to push it as far away as you can.

. . .

As the evening progressed, you were pulled onto the dance floor a number of times by dignitaries and other royals. You didn’t really mind, but it made you exhausted.

As you make your way back to the throne, you slump in your chair, eyes fluttering shut for a moment.

“Hey, your majesty,” you hear a gaggle of familiar voices.

“Hmm?” you hum, letting your droopy eyes open. Multiple smiling faces are squished in your field of vision. Your siblings.

You gasp, eyes snapping open. You jump up and laugh, embracing your siblings in tight hugs. You forgot how tired you were when your siblings were with you. They felt like an extension of you, the boys and girls you had grown up with being there for you at all stages of your life, even now.

Ghost had watched you, his chest tightening as he watched a large smile erupt on your face. He heard the way you laughed as your siblings dragged you out on the dance floor, saw the way your smile lit up the space around you. One of your brothers had motioned you to dance with him, and with a toothy smile, you began to dance.

As you both moved across the floor, the pace of the orchestra began to shift into something more upbeat. You struggle to keep pace, the transition from classical to an upbeat melody setting a whirlwind into motion. The dance floor began to flood with more and more people, propelling you into a swirl of movement.

The rhythm of shoes striking the floor accompanied by the orchestra’s instruments filled the room. The floor was gushing with guests swinging across the floor, laughter and cheering filling the air, creating a lively backdrop.

Your brother’s steps quickened, gaining momentum with each beat of the music, the choreography shifting. A sudden spin marked his release of you, transferring you seamlessly into the grasp of another man. The cycle resumed.

You’re rendered breathless as you’re carried across the expanse of the floor. Amidst the cheers echoing in your ears, you found yourself moving from one partner to another, each person you spin with moving you faster and faster.

Amidst the thundering music, your heartbeat matched the tempo, and the intricate footwork merged seamlessly with your movements. A peculiar euphoria surged through your veins, embracing the dance as an extension of yourself, surrendering willingly to the next partner in line. Laughter mingled with the rhythm as the pace intensified, the blur of people and music becoming intoxicating.

Unbeknownst to you, a partner’s hand had strayed too far, brushing down your back in an unwelcome manner. You spun away into the embrace of a new partner.

Suddenly, Ghost materialized as if from thin air, sweeping you into the midst of the dance. The energy between you ignited, his embrace tender yet unyielding, melding with the music that thudded in your ears.

The symphony reached its crescendo before abruptly stopping. Ghost pulled you into a final dip as the orchestra fell silent. The ensuing applause reverberated as he lifted you up, your gaze fixed on his eyes.

With a subtle step back, he nodded in quiet acknowledgement. Breath eluding you, you stood there, still immersed in the spell of the dance, unable to comprehend the intensity of the moment that had transpired.

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#he's a dork #he's a dancer too #he got jealous #he was jealous so he stepped into the final dance with you #something in you is getting stirred up #you can't with the way he looks at you every now and then #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost x you #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley x you #simon “ghost” riley x reader #simon “ghost” riley x you #hyperactivelyme

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suiana · 1 year

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✎ yandere! pro dancer headcanons . . .

✎ warnings . . .

― violence, possessiveness etc.

(gn! reader x male yandere! oc)

✎ yandere! pro dancer who at first found you a pest. god, why did you even want to be a dancer?! your dancing skills were practically non-existent!

✎ yandere! pro dancer who is incredibly harsh when teaching you steps and how to improve your movements. no- not like that! geez, for fucks sake stop moving like a new born baby!

✎ yandere! pro dancer who has to restrain himself from lashing out at you 24/7. calm down... this is the first time he has taken a beginner... of course it was going to be like this... he always trained with other professional dancers so of course he would get frustrated with a beginner!

✎ yandere! pro dancer who slowly warms up to you. hey, you're like his little plant! how cute!

✎ yandere! pro dancer who grows more possessive as time goes by. no, you're his trainee! why should other dancers try to help you?! he's the best, you don't need anyone else!

✎ yandere! pro dancer who basically threatens to kidnap you if you leave him. it's basically your fault after all! making him fall for you, a newbie trainee who came on the wrong day...

✎ "trainee, I've choreographed a new duo dance. you're gonna be dancing it with me mkay"

#tw yandere #yandere #yandere x reader #male yandere #male yandere x reader #yandere blog #yandere hcs #yandere headcanons #yandere dancer #yandere dancer headcanons #yandere dancer x reader

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maraudersmyloves · 7 months

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Hi, I love your writing and I was wondering if you could maybe write about bada and reader being secretly married and reader is apart of Bebe and just how they would be on swf2? Maybe even if reader has a small injury while preparing for the K-pop mission?

Thank you in advance if you choose to write this 🩵

thank you for this lovely request i hope you like it<33

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pairing: Bada Lee x Reader

Warnings: my Bad English, twisted foot, unedited, a bit angsty

Word count: ca. 900

Disclaimer: Everything on this Blog is fiction!!!

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PS: I changed some stuff: In this, you don't get to choose the song you have to freestyle too.

Being on Street Woman Fighter has proven to be more difficult than you thought and not for the reason you expected.

You were nervous about battling for the first time but Bada helped you train to freestylie a bit. And kissed you a lot trying to help you train to freestyle, but still, it helped you calm down.

Until now.

Bada is massaging your shoulders and shaking you around, “you’ve got this. You’re the most talented person here.” She gives you an encouraging smile, her eyes flicker down to your lips for just a second. You turn away quickly to make sure you don’t lean in to kiss her.

It feels unnatural to deny her a kiss in a non-joking manner.

You’re facing Downy when Love Shot by Exo starts playing, it’s a fairly easy and slow song the problem is going to be changing up your moves enough and that on the spot.

As soon as you start dancing you stop thinking, you’re just feeling.

When the music stops you have no idea if you did well the only thing you hear is Bada screaming and cheering making you smile incredibly hard.

All three judges vote for you.

Obviously battling isn’t what you should’ve been worrying about.

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The problem is how little one-on-one time you get with Bada. On the breaks, the most you get is a quick kiss in the bathroom. No long talking or cuddling, mostly you’re not talking at all.

Before going on you two agreed to keep contact to a minimum since recently more people started believing you guys are more than just “Group Members and Roommates.” You are. Obviously. But they can’t know you two are happily married. No one can.

When you get home you’re too tired and grumpy to even talk, just falling into bed while Bada is still thriving on the adrenaline, walking around and dancing at night. That however causes her to be grumpy in the morning after not getting enough sleep. The only time you are both feeling great cameras are on you. It’s truly tiring.

But you’re pushing through and it can be so much fun, hanging out with your friends all day every day is a good distraction but it can’t soothe the ache in your heart every time you have to deny yourself simple, domestic, affection with your wife.

You’re all tense as Bada gets more annoyed the more the group fucks up. Usually, you would easily go up to her and calm her down but you’re unsure of how much you can do on camera. You make a fist to stop yourself from reaching out every time she gets that one annoyed look in her eye. She does it again and you decide to speak up. “Bada?”

She only replied with a hum. You sigh stepping closer, “Maybe we should take a break after the next one, yeah?” Bada doesn’t look at you as she shakes her head slightly and whispers “Practice makes perfect,” before turning around smiling. She claps once. “Okay guys, let’s try this again!”

You smile back weakly and get into your position. Everything is going surprisingly well, you have some mistakes but all in all, it goes well.

Tatter has to do the stunt now, she trips up at the landing and bumps into you causing you to twist your foot weirdly when you’re catching yourself. You let out a cry at the sting of pain shooting through your foot. You hear gasps around you. Someone is wrapping their Arms around you to help you stand. You put your foot down out of reflex and wince.

Your eyes are closed and you yelp as you get picked up bridal style. You open your eyes to look at Bada who quickly goes to the couch in the back of the room and lays you down. She kneels next to you and gently takes your face in her hands, seemingly looking for injuries.

“Are you okay? Does it hurt a lot? Y/N?” She looks so worried, her eyebrows furrowed and her mouth turned down. You chuckle, “I'm fine Bada, don’t worry.” She sighs, letting her arms fall, and laying her head on your stomach. “No you’re not, I overworked everyone and ended up hurting you.”

You sit up and brush through Bada’s hair. “You didn’t hurt anybody, I slipped. It happens. It barely hurts anymore!”

Bada looks up, her chin still lying on your stomach, smiling slightly, her eyes a bit watery, “promise?”

You nod smiling back.

Bada stands up and turns to the group “How about we stop for today.”

The others exhale and some slightly laugh at their whipped leader. As Lusher and Tatter walk out of the room and pass Bada they coo at her and in the back Minah pretends to faint into Sowoen's arms, “Oh Y/N I would do anything for you!”

You giggle and Bada playfully glares at you, it’s so comfortable that all the stress of the past weeks flows right out of you. You stand up with very little pain and tug at Bada’s arm “Let’s get home.” She pulls you against her and kisses the top of your head, giggling without real reason.

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#fluff #headcanon #bada lee #bada lee x y/n #bada lee x reader #dancer x reader #fanfic #request #writing #angst with a happy ending

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blackopals-world · 24 days

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Dancer!Yuu: *absently powdering their cheeks while staring glassy-eyed at Jamil*

Theater Kid!Yuu:(whispering) You're staring.

Dancer!Yuu: (whispering) No, I'm not.

Theater Kid!Yuu: You have enough powder on your face to play Marie Antoinette. You don't want him to se you like that right?

Dancer!Yuu:(Pulls out hand mirror) Oh no, cover for me while I clean up.

Theater kid!Yuu: I like this new look though. Hey Jamil! Do you thing they look nice?

Dancer!Yuu: Ack! YOU LITTLE!

Jamil:(busy helping set the stage and not looking) What are you asking me? They always look nice.

(Jamil was actually looking earlier)

#dancer!yuu #theater kid!yuu #yuuniverse #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #jamil viper x reader #jamil x reader #twst jamil #jamil viper #twisted wonderland jamil

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starch1ldz · 1 month

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Spencer Reid who falls in love with a dancer. He sees you with your friends at a club, dancing in the middle of the dance floor. He's fascinated by you, your movements are so much more smooth than your friends even though he can tell you aren't taking it seriously. Morgan incourages Spencer to talk to you, pushing him towards where you've split off from your friends to get water. He ends up with your number after you give it to him with a smile and a laugh at his awkwardness. He does eventually get to see you actually dance, and it's all he imagined and then some, he already thought you were beautiful before, but he knows there's no getting out of this now.

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umitsy · 2 months

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warnings: over protectivness, love obsession

reader's g/n

➻ Yandere professional dancer! who'd get to know you at the end of one of his shows, as his new manager.

➻ Yandere professional dancer! who'd be adamant at first to confide someone as unprofessional as you all his schedules and working places.

➻ Yandere professional dancer! who'd try to make your work impossible by saying he'd do something in a moment and end up doing the complete opposite the other just so you'd quit and let him do everything himself as it used to be.

➻ Yandere professional dancer! who'd be reluctant of how lonely he truly is.

➻ ➻ Yandere professional dancer! who'd see you practicing some of his past numbers by yourself on a cold night at the auditory he was going to present in the next day.

➻ Yandere professional dancer! who'd be perplex by your graciousness and recognize your knowledge about dancing but would not be able to understand why aren't you a dancer.

➻ Yandere professional dancer! who'd noticed after a few moments into your self-hummed song that you hissed as if in pain whenever you hit the ground after finishing a jump or a turn.

➻ Yandere professional dancer! who decided not to say anything for the night and to ask you about it subtly the next morning, because, where's the grace in being direct with words? no dancer could live without being respectful.

➻ Yandere professional dancer! who'd get pretty sad about your leg getting injured mid-performance a few years ago so you had to quit dancing and decided to come back now as a manager.

➻ Yandere professional dancer! whod get protective of you from now on an quit his show about wanting to get you fired, instead, he'll try to help you the most of your work to get you to rest.

"𝓓𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓻𝔂 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓻, 𝓘 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀, 𝓶𝓪𝔂𝓫𝓮 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝔀𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓭𝓸 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓼𝓵𝓸𝔀 𝓭𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭𝓷'𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽?".

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princessaxoxo · 3 months

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⟡₊ ⊹ 𝒶 𝓉𝒶𝓈𝓉ℯ ℴ𝒻 𝓈𝓊𝑔𝒶𝓇: 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝐼𝐼 ⟡₊ ⊹

sugar daddy!henry cavill x burlesque dancer!curvy reader

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❥ 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: an enticing encounter at a burlesque club leads to an interesting offer.

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❥ 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: After surprising you with a day out, Henry takes you out for an enjoyable evening and goes to watch you dance.

❥ 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 18+, teasing, flirting, kissing, vulgar language, lil bit of fluff

❥ 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 2.5k+

❥ 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

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Not long after your lunch with Henry, he requested your address for Thursday evening. At first, you were skeptical, but after your agreement with Henry and agreeing to go out with him, you happily obliged.

Unexpectedly, he gave you a call the day before your night out with him, asking if he could drop by. As this was all new to you, you nervously stuttered out a yes. After ending the call, you looked down at the outfit you were wearing; it wasn’t special, as you planned to stay in and figure out what to wear for tomorrow.

Along with your worn-out college t-shirt and bootcut leggings, your hair looked a little unkempt. In what seemed like a very short amount of time, you quickly combed out your hair and styled it as cutely as you could. After going through your closet, you chose a pair of pants that accentuated your posterior and a tight blue v-neck top.

Before you knew it, you heard a car pull into your driveway, and as you peered out your window, Henry was getting out of his car. Not long after the doorbell rang, you walked to the mirror for one final check to make sure you looked decent before going downstairs to open your front door.

"Good morning," he said with a smile, and you smiled back. "I wanted to come by and ask if you had a gown for tomorrow night already."

When you embarrassingly told him no, he said, "Let's go buy you one then, wherever you decide."

Anywhere you decide? That might include a thousand shops—places you never would have imagined yourself able to shop for clothing. Naturally, you replied okay and asked him to stay inside for a little while so you could finish getting dressed and go.

After putting his hand on your lower back and guiding you into his vehicle, Henry proceeded to his side to get in the car. "Which store do you want to go to?" Since he was more than prepared to spend money on you for what you desired, you reasoned with yourself: Here is your chance. You mentioned the most expensive store you've wanted to visit for a very long time, without hesitation. "Perfect," he stated simply.

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As Henry opened the door for you and you walked in, you became overwhelmed. Inside were white walls with marble flooring and shelves lined with purses that were arranged one after the other. Little round tables with decorations were positioned in the center. As you proceeded farther inside the shop, you noticed that the jewelry was housed in cases on the opposite side, right across from the purses.

Someone from the staff approached you and asked if you needed assistance. Saying nothing more than "a new dress," you were led by her to the recently arrived dresses. How could you choose just one? You wondered, because they were all so beautiful.

There were several colored heels arranged next to the dresses.

The associate added, "Just let me know if you need any help," and turned to go.

Henry asked whether you spotted anything you liked as you looked over the different gowns. Honestly, there were a lot of items you liked. Saying "yes," you started choosing the gowns that most appealed to you. Henry would always get the item for you when you went to grab it.

You had selected four gowns and were prepared to try them on. Gorgeous shades of pink, burgundy, gold, and silver. One by one, you were finding it quite difficult to choose. Henry was waiting for you as you emerged from the dressing room.

"Which one have you chosen?" You sighed in response to Henry's question. "I couldn't decide."

With a confused look on his face, he asked where the dresses you picked out were. As you pointed at the associate, he walked directly toward them. You weren’t sure the words exchanged between the two, but he came back with all four of the dresses you selected. “Have you had the chance to look at the accessories and shoes yet?”

When you told him no, he got an associate to show you the best accessories and shoes in the store.

Once more, it was difficult to decide what you wanted. You chose from a plethora of different colored heels. Regarding the black pair you were wearing at the time, you questioned the associate, "What do you think?" She said the heels looked great right away, so you didn't really believe her.

It occurred to you; perhaps you should get Henry's input. As you turned to face him again, you noticed that he was already looking at you. He began walking toward you when you made a signal for him to come closer.

“How do they look?” Fortunately, you had previously gone and had your toes done. If you hadn't, you would be self-conscious about how they looked. He briefly looked at the shoes before returning his gaze to you and staring at you for a little while longer. "Unable to decide?" You chuckled at his question. "Basically."

"Black." With his eyes fixed on yours, he declared, "I favor the black heels the most."

"Take every pair of heels to the front as well," he stated, turning to face the associate.

There was a part of you that started to feel guilty because this was undoubtedly over a thousand dollars. "I want you to look at the accessories and jewelry."

At first glance, you were drawn to a set of silver drop earrings and knew you just had to have them. As you browsed the accessories, you noticed that the long mesh burgundy gloves would go perfectly with the burgundy dress.

The moment Henry saw that you were interested in the burgundy gloves, he turned back to the matching dress. And it occurred to him that he needed to purchase a tie that complemented your attire.

When you were done and came back to him, he led you to the register, where you were shocked to see him pay for the outfits, shoes, and accessories. "What made you do that?" you questioned. "Since you were unable to choose, I want you to have them all."

"Thank you, Henry."

At the sound of his name falling from your lips, it sounded angelic. He realized he wanted to hear you say his name as he pounded into you.

It was becoming more difficult by the moment for him to keep his composure while staring at you. "Baby doll, you really need to get used to this."

A blush emerged, and the two of you started to exit the shop.

With his hands full of your belongings, he still managed to hold the door open for you. Henry didn’t want the day to end just yet. "Would you like to have lunch? I know this restaurant right down the street." Lunch did seem appealing because you realized you hadn't eaten anything yet. "Yes, lunch sounds great."

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On the morning of your date with Henry, you were nervous and excited. You went about your morning as normal, but from the moment you woke up until it was time to start getting dressed, butterflies had been swarming around in your stomach. You had made the decision to curl your hair in waves as you started getting ready early.

Luckily, your hair behaved itself and looked fantastic. Once your hair was done, you started applying makeup. You wanted to avoid going for an overly dramatic look since you chose the burgundy dress. It would look nice to go with a neutral look, adding eyeliner, and wear matching burgundy lips.

With every step of your makeup routine, you took your time.

Once you were done, you unhung your dress and slipped into it, doing your hardest to shimmy it past your posterior and thighs until it was fully up and you could get your arms through the straps.

It was ten minutes to six when you looked at your clock and realized how quickly the time had gone by. Quickly adding the lengthy drop silver earrings, you quickly slipped your hands into the long mesh gloves and placed your feet into the black six-inch heels.

A knock at your front door caught your attention as you were taking one last glance in the mirror before reaching for your purse.

After taking a deep breath to ease your nerves, you exited your room to go and greet Henry.

Henry was taken aback when he saw you. He was at a loss for words. In every aspect, you looked stunning. After that, he was drawn to the way your body fit into the dress, your curves, and the way your breasts were perfectly pushed up. He wanted to hold both of them in his hands and kiss each nipple, expressing his desire for both.

"Shall we?" Henry asked, holding out his hand for you to take. Putting your hand in his, you said, "Yes."

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Henry guided you into the restaurant with his hand on your lower back. The interior was magnificent. A light blue hue with clouds was painted on the ceiling. The restaurant featured gold round tables arranged around the room, with a chandelier suspended in the center of the space. Every table had champagne glasses, and the entire restaurant was filled with the sound of a soft but beautiful melody.

Henry was conversing with the hostess as you were preoccupied with examining the restaurant. You were soon drawn away from your attention at the restaurant by the sound of his breath close to your ear. "Let’s go."

Henry walked behind you until you arrived at the table together. He stopped and pulled your seat out for you. "Thank you."

Henry asked for wine, and it was brought right away to the table.

He had his hair slicked back and his beard freshly trimmed. A blush and a chuckle appeared as you glanced over his gray suit and noticed that his tie matched your outfit. "My dress and your tie match."

He stated, "I know, I planned on it," without lowering his gaze from where it was fixed on you. "I saw your interest in these and knew you would wear the burgundy dress," he continued, taking hold of your left hand.

You thought to yourself, Did he really pay that much attention? That would have gone unnoticed by most. You also didn't expect he would give you such meticulous attention simply because he was your sugar daddy.

"You look absolutely beautiful, if I hadn't said it already tonight," Henry went on to say.

A blush appeared; it seemed that each time he spoke to you, he made you blush, and you were growing to love it.

"You look handsome, and thank you."

Similar to the first time, you both settled into a comfortable conversion. You soon realized that perhaps you shouldn't have worn the gloves when dinner arrived, but Henry grasped your hands and asked, "May I?" After you nodded, he took off your gloves and planted a kiss on your hand.

Heated waves from his kiss penetrated your entire body. And you thanked him breathlessly.

It was not what he had purchased you or where he had taken you that brought you fulfillment, but rather the fact that everything between you two felt natural. Something you hadn't experienced before.

Your curiosity was piqued by the suggestion, "There is a bar outside that overlooks the city if you'd like to go see it," and you enthusiastically agreed, albeit a little tipsy.

He was closer this time, his body against your back, unlike before.

As soon as you two got there, he led you up to the railing, and you gasped at the view of the city. You began to intentionally rub your ass against him, still feeling the heat of his body behind you.

Henry's slacks tightened as his cock hardened, and he leaned forward. "Are you happy with this view?" Henry sensed you rubbing your ass against him once again as you said, "Yes, it's breathtaking."

Henry whispered, "Yes, it is," as he looked at you. Then you felt his lips lingering over your neck and your hair being pushed to the side. You spun around and gave him a glance. You wanted to feel the softness of his lips against yours.

"Kiss me," you said.

The kiss was hungry; you hadn't even realized that you'd been driving him wild the whole night. As he started to lick along your neck and suck on your sweet spot, his hand gripped one of your breasts. Tiny whimpers began to escape your mouth.

Henry and your attention were diverted as someone suddenly cleared their throat. "I apologize, but you aren't allowed to do that here." Henry and you both began to laugh at the employee’s comment.

He nodded in agreement as you said, "I think we should go."

As you were on your front porch, laughing and nodding your head, trying to remove your lipstick from his face, Henry stated, "I'll be in touch, and if you need anything, call me," before he planted a final kiss on your cheek and turned to leave.

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"Okay, sugar, it’s fixed; now hurry and get your pretty self into it.” The seamstress at the club rushed you to the dressing room. The diamond one piece that you were wearing tonight for your performance accentuated your curves; it was also paired with a diamond garter belt and shimmer stockings.

As you walked out, Natasha walked up to you, saying, “You have a visitor."

Noticing Henry waiting for you, you walked up to him. "Hey, why are you back here?" you asked as there were a million girls rushing trying to get ready for the show tonight.

"I have something for you," In his hands was a velvet box, which he opened to reveal a diamond necklace. Grinning, you asked, "Are you going to put it on me or keep it in there?" He instructed you to turn around without hesitation, and then he quickly attached the diamond necklace behind your neck.

It'd only been a couple of weeks since that first date night with Henry and you grew accustomed to him giving you allowances and occasionally surprising you with expensive gifts.

"Are you going to stay?" Leaning forward, you pressed your hands to his chest. "I will be upfront, of course." Henry walked out to take his seat as your name was called to come on stage.

Henry took his promised seat in the front row as "Diamonds Are A Girl's Best Friend" began to play. The way you wore the diamond necklace he proudly bought you drove him crazy, and he wanted to be in the greatest spot to watch you perform.

His mind started to drift to the way the necklace would appear around your neck while you bounced on his cock.

You moved to the front of the stage so that he could see you teasingly shake your ass in front of him. As your relationship developed, it became more playful and flirtatious, and you relished watching him get worked up over you.

After the performance Henry met with you again, telling you, “Baby doll, start packing your favorite clothes and bikinis. I'm taking you on a trip to greece.”

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