#dazzling brunette

[breelynnxoxoxo]

MAKE YOUR DAY SPECIAL! 💋💋💋

#you are special #you are amazing #you are loved #you are beautiful #amazing body #enormous breasts #beautiful breasts #dazzling brunette

[leaderwonim]

smart, sexy, lacy, i’m losing it lately.

pairing. student!yang jungwon x student!fem!reader

summary. jungwon has always hated you, right from the start. you were too nice, too smart for your own good, and lately—you’ve been starting to get too pretty for yang jungwon to handle.

author’s note: HAPPY BDAY YANG JUNGWON WOOOOO here’s a post dedicated to my bias, the loml. this fic is entirely based off of olivia’s song “lacy”, one of my favorites off her guts album!

Yang Jungwon thought you were the most insufferable person he met. Not only were you overly nice, but you were so smart that you got the highest scores unlike bitter Jungwon who always managed to score second place.

“I’m losing it,” Jungwon whispers underneath his breath as he lifts his paper up into the air. A big red 99 was scribbled on top of his paper.

“I don’t know why you’re so upset.” Sunghoon, a friend of Jungwon’s, took a seat next to the mess of a boy who was currently ruffling his hair in stress. “A 99 is good Wonie!”

“No it’s not,” he mumbles, placing his head against the table. “No it’s not. Song Y/N managed to get a 100 again.”

Almost as if the universe knew Jungwon was talking about you, you passed by the two boys, waving a quick hello to Sunghoon.

“Don’t wave back.” Jungwon mumbles, lifting his head up slightly to glare at Sunghoon.

“What? Why?” Sunghoon whines, eyebrows furrowed. “I don’t know why you hate her, she’s a sweetheart.”

“Look at her,” Jungwon mutters in disgust as he finally straightens his posture to look at you. “God’s favorite child—Song Y/N. Those stupid ribbons in her hair make me want to barf.”

Sunghoon doesn’t say it, but he’s ultimately very concerned for Yang Jungwon. He’s known the boy for years and it confuses him on why he hates you so much. You have been nothing but nice to the both of them since freshman year of high school.

“Why do you care so much Won?”

“I don’t.”

It’s a lie, one that Sunghoon detects from a mile away.

Yang Jungwon cares. He cares a lot. He lets his hatred of you take over his life, and it leaves him feeling miserable.

When Yang Jungwon walks into creative writing, his favorite class of the day, he is hit by the overwhelming smell of your perfume.

He’s practically memorized it by now because everytime it’d come into his presence, his nose would flare up and his body would tense. Vanilla and macadamia, of course you’d wear something like that.

You probably don’t notice—or at least Jungwon hopes you don’t notice—but he’s always staring at you, quickly looking away when you make eye contact. Sometimes, he’d huff under his breath about how ridiculous you look with your ponytail, even though Yang Jungwon knows it looks adorable on you.

Being around you was like sweet torture in the young brunette’s eyes.

“Jungwon!” You say as you make your way to him on one afternoon. “Congratulations on making it as class secretary! I knew you could do it!”

Jungwon bites the inside of his cheek, not expecting your input.

You’re too nice. You’re way way too nice to him. He thinks.

“Thanks.” He clears his throat, suddenly feeling uncomfortable. Although you were complimenting him, it felt like bullets piercing through his skin.

“I dyed my hair, do you like it?” You give him a smile, oblivious to the current crisis that Yang Jungwon was going through.

You did dye your hair. It was a bright blonde now, kind of reminding him of Regina George, you know—minus the bitch part.

“It’s… okay.” He mutters. “Listen Y/N, I have a lot of work, do you mind?”

You shake your head quickly, muttering out a small apology before taking off to find your friends.

Yang Jungwon wouldn’t ever say it out loud, but you looked dazzling in your newly dyed hair. You looked like Bardot reincarnated, and Yang Jungwon was so fucked because he knew that he couldn’t escape you wherever he’d go.

It was almost as if you were made out of Angel dust.

“Are you out to get me?” Yang Jungwon slams his hand on your table, jolting you from your work.

“What are you talking about?” You say, still putting on a smile despite being confused.

“Are you out to get me?” Jungwon feels out of breath now that he’s all up close and personal to you. “You poison everything I do!”

“What do you mean?” You frown, the feeling of sadness suddenly seeping over you. “Jungwon?”

“You know that I just loathe you lately? Do you Song Y/N?” Jungwon looks away in distress, tongue poking the inside of his cheek. “My mind, it’s like I can’t get you out of it, and I don’t know what to do. I hate you—I swear I do—but I don’t know anymore! My mind practically worships you Song Y/N!”

Jungwon’s eyes widen when he realizes he’s said too much, especially when he comes in contact with your face that’s bright red in shock.

“I’m sorry—I shouldn’t have—”

“Jungwon, it’s okay.” You take his hands into yours, rubbing it comfortingly. “I kind of knew for a while, Sunghoon told me. I know all these feelings must be confusing but you know I’m here for you regardless.” You smile at him. “I like you Yang Jungwon.”

Jungwon’s mouth goes dry, and for the first time, he can’t think of anything to insult you with. “I.. I like you too Song Y/N.”

“Finally.” Sunghoon emerges suddenly from behind you two, making Jungwon gasp in shock.

“Yah! Don’t do that hyung!” Jungwon complains, hands still holding on tightly to yours.

“Sorry, had to get my two favorite kids together.”

Yang Jungwon wasn’t sure of many things, but he was sure of 2. One: he liked you a lot, and two: he was definitely going to kill Park Sunghoon for telling you everything.

#enhypen x reader #enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen fic #enhypen fluff #enhypen texts #enhypen x female reader #enhypen x y/n #enhypen x you #jungwon x y/n #jungwon x you #jungwon imagines #jungwon fluff #jungwon x reader #enhypen jungwon #jungwon

[poisonlove]

Do you think you can do Jenna x fem!reader where reader as just moved into the neighbourhood and Jenna’s family and readers family are really good friends and every time reader goes over Jenna’s family’s house Jenna would always make an excuse to touch reader or be next to her then it ends with some dirty amazing pussy wetting smut please 🙏

(Maybe Jenna’s younger sister aliyah ships Jenna and reader 🤭)

I tried to make it as realistic as possible, and it took me a while… but I hope you like it and that it was worth the wait.

Is Emily here? | j.o

Content Warning: Explicit Scenes, +18

I step out of the car, sighing tiredly after the long journey. The move from our beloved Italy to California, in Indio, has been a rollercoaster of emotions and the challenges of relocation. My only aspiration right now is to collapse onto the bed and close my eyes, erasing the fatigue accumulated during the trip.

"Mum! I'm bored!" exclaims my little sister, closing the car door.

I roll my eyes at her comment.

"Sweetheart, why don't you go play?" my mother says, sighing tiredly, holding a cardboard box labeled FRAGILE.

Emily, my adorable sister, smiles widely, showing the gap where her recently lost tooth used to be.

"Really?" Emily says, giggling softly, looking around with curiosity.

My eyes watch in confusion as my sister walks towards a girl playing in the driveway next to ours. The two girls exchange greetings and start playing.

"Wow... she makes friends quickly," I mutter absentmindedly, smiling to myself.

I grab a box from the trunk, and as I close it, my attention is drawn to the sound of a car parking near our driveway. A girl steps out of the car, adjusting her sunglasses and shaking her head to fix her hair.

The girl exudes an irresistibly beautiful aura. Her long dark hair gracefully falls over her shoulders, and the sunglasses accentuate her magnetic gaze. With confident steps and an intriguing smile, she approaches with an elegance that captures everyone's attention.

My jaw literally drops.

The girl walks, lowering her sunglasses, winking at me.

"Y/N," my mother calls from inside the house, wanting to get my attention. "Coming!" I shout in response, tearing my gaze away from the goddess.

"Can you call your sister?" my mother asks later as we unpack plates and glasses from the cardboard box. "She needs to help us," she mutters faintly, wiping a strand of hair from her forehead.

"She's six years old... what does she have to do?" I say rhetorically, putting the box on the floor. "Dispose of the boxes... I don't know, just call her," she says, rolling her eyes.

I go outside again and walk towards the driveway next to ours, immediately noticing Emily's absence. I furrow my brows and approach the door.

I raise my hand and knock on the wood.

"Jenna, go answer," someone inside shouts, a male voice. "Yes, Dad," the girl replies. I smile timidly, hearing footsteps approaching, and at the same time, a strange nervousness pervades me.

The door opens, and the girl I saw earlier looks at me with a charming smile on her lips. My eyes travel from top to bottom of her figure, noting her toned legs accentuated by shorts and the top revealing her midriff.

"Hi, how can I help you?" she asks timidly, leaning against the door. Although her question sounds innocent, her eyes look at me with fire.

"Is Emily here?" I ask timidly. "I saw her playing with a girl here," I say, smiling nervously, scared at the thought that my sister might not be here.

"Oh, yeah, she was playing with my little sister," she says, smiling broadly.

A dazzling smile highlighted by dimples.

"Aliyah," Jenna turns inside her house, shouting her sister's name. Small steps approach, and I smile seeing my sister in the company of Aliyah. The girls were playing with dolls.

"Emily," I say timidly. "We need to go," I say, glancing at Jenna. "No, y/n/n," the little brunette says with an adorable pout. "Can't she stay for 10 more minutes?" Aliyah innocently asks. "No, honey... maybe another time," I say, feeling guilty for ruining their afternoon play.

"You can come here tonight!" Aliyah suggests with a dazzling smile, and I blink in surprise.

At that moment, a woman approaches us.

"Actually, it wouldn't be a bad idea," the lady says. "You can ask your parents to come to dinner at our place, call it a welcome dinner," she suggests with a bright smile.

"Oh... I'll tell my mother, thank you, Mrs...," I start hesitating, not knowing what to call her. "Natalie," the lady says with a small smile.

"Well, thank you, Natalie," I smile cordially to everyone and reach out to take my sister's hand, intertwining our fingers. "Goodbye," my sister says innocently, waving to Jenna.

Jenna reciprocates with a smile on her lips.

(...)

"Everything is delicious," I exclaim with a small smile.

It's 9:00 PM, and we're at our neighbors' house: the Ortega family. Initially, my mother didn't take the invitation well, but after various pleas from Emily, we showed up at their doorstep.

"All right, dear..." Natalie says, wiping her mouth with a napkin. "Why don't you and Jen go upstairs to get to know each other better?" she suggests with a smile.

I smile timidly, feeling a strange nervousness in my body, and direct my attention to Jenna, who smiles while wiping her mouth with a napkin. Throughout the evening, little Ortega looked at me with curiosity and desire, brushing her foot against mine several times.

Jenna gets up from the chair and gives me a mischievous smile before going up the stairs. "Thank you for the delicious dinner," I say, smiling with embarrassment before following the brunette upstairs.

With my heart pounding, I enter the room through the partially open door. My eyes curiously scan the surrounding environment, smiling at the sight of photos and some stuffed animals on the furniture.

The door behind me closes.

I turn towards Jenna and see her walking towards me with curious sparkling eyes. Her hands rest around my neck, and she looks at me with her lower lip trapped between her teeth. "I think it's obvious that I'm interested," she says absentmindedly, stroking my neck with the tips of her fingers.

I swallow nervously.

"Mmmh," I mumble in response, and Jenna genuinely smiles. "I'll take that as a yes," the brunette leans in more but does it slowly in case I don't want her to kiss me. Not seeing any sign of refusal in my eyes, she joins our lips in a slow and passionate kiss.

My mind clouds, my protest dying in my throat, and I reciprocate this kiss.

Jenna timidly bites my lower lip, making me shiver with the intensity of the kiss. "Wait," I assert after separating our lips with a loud smack. "Doesn't it seem strange to you? We just met today," I say curiously, breathing irregularly, trying to regulate my breathing.

Jenna looks at me through her long black lashes, dilated pupils.

"Don't think about it," Jenna whispers faintly, running her hand along my jaw. "Just enjoy the moment," she murmurs in a low voice, leaning towards my neck.

I sigh loudly, feeling her open-mouthed kisses on my neck, making me shiver with pleasure. "Let go" she murmurs against my skin, timidly biting the pulse on my neck, making me moan.

I knew the situation was very strange... but while part of me wanted to run away because I didn't even know Jenna's age... the other part of me  desperately wanted to take her clothes off.

My fingertips trail along the sinuous curve of Jenna's body, stopping with a gentle caress in the valley of her ass. Her lips, now pulled into a victorious smile, press against my neck with a sweetness full of desire.

Jenna pulls back, our noses millimeters apart. I could hear her ragged breathing hit my lips. My eyes gazed determinedly at her mouth, feeling excited at how perfect and soft her lips seemed to me, delicious to the touch. I leaned in further and removed this annoying distance, kissing her forcefully, almost making our teeth clash.

Jenna's hands end up under my shirt, her fingertips trying to reach inside my sweatpants.

I smile weakly into the kiss and tilt my head more, flicking my tongue over her bottom lip. Jenna shyly parted her lips and put my tongue inside her mouth, sighing immediately upon feeling hers. The brunette squeezes my hips tightly, melting into the passionate kiss.

The sensation almost makes my legs wobble, and my grip on her ass loosens momentarily. One hand slides to her hip, while the other gently rests on her cheek, breaking the passionate kiss.

we look at each other with agitated breathing, pupils showing our excitement.

"Undress" the brunette murmurs with agitated breathing.

My eyes watched mischievously as Jenna pulled her shirt over her head, ruffling her hair during the sensual gesture. I lick my lips noticing how Jenna's pants fall to the floor, kicked off and left there because they were in the way.

I took off my gray sweatshirt and took off my sweatpants, remaining in my underwear.

Jenna analyzes me from head to toe, biting her lower lip maliciously. The brunette advances and joins our lips again in a fiery kiss, making me sigh again.

Jenna guides me to her bed and I sigh as I feel the softness of the mattress under my back.

Jenna's lips move away from my mouth, focusing on my neck. The way she kissed my neck literally made me feel like I was in heaven, I couldn't believe she could make me wet for so little. "You're beautiful" she murmurs as she leaves a trail of kisses from my neck to the valley of my breasts.

Jenna bites her lower lip and takes off her bra, leaving me completely idiotic in front of the perfection of her breasts.

A blazing fire presents itself to my chest, moving down and giving itself to the bundle of nerves between my legs. I released a grunt and quickly changed positions,  placing my arms on either side of her head.

“Someone is finally letting go,” she murmurs with amusement and I rolled my eyes at her comment. I leaned over and simply wrapped my lips around her nipple, immediately sighing at how soft it was.

Jenna sighs loudly.

I knew we didn't have much time and at any moment someone would come up to call me... but despite this I was excited by the idea of  risking being caught in the act.

My hand deftly travels down her body, placing my fingers inside her panties,  sighing at how wet she was. “You're soaked,” I say smugly and Jenna smiles genuinely, cheeks flushed with embarrassment and excitement.

"I can...?" I start shyly, brushing her clit with my thumb,  playing with my fingers around her entrance.

“Misery, fuck me,” Jenna murmurs in exasperation, looking at me with heavy breathing.

I smiled and put two fingers inside her, making her moan in surprise. My wetness grows as I feel how tight and welcoming her walls are around my fingers. I start to move in and out of her, trying to get used to the pleasant sensation.

Jenna hooks her arms around my neck, opening her legs wider.

“Faster,” she murmurs breathlessly, biting her lower lip trying to hold back her moans. "As you wish" I say amused. My lips rest against her neck and my hand begins to penetrate her faster and deeper, literally fucking her like a whore.

“My god,” she murmurs weakly, placing her lips around my neck and clamping her teeth against my skin to muffle the moans.

I stroke her clit with my thumb, increasing the grip of her teeth against my skin. “Fuck yes!” she groans under her breath as she rests her head against the pillow, arching her back.

My mouth opens in surprise feeling Jenna's hand inside my panties, looking for space to enter and feel my arousal. “Yes you are so wet” Jenna says as she enters me, making me sigh. I lean into her neck and moan against her skin.

"Let's come together" she moans quickly feeling that I was moving my fingers again, resuming the initial rhythm. I nod against her neck, squeezing my nose, feeling a few strands of Jenna's hair tickling me and continuing to penetrate her.

"Jen" I moan almost crying with pleasure, feeling myself reaching my climax. Jenna increases her speed and whimpers into her neck, moving her arm rapidly.

Jenna's walls tighten around my fingers.

“Shit I’m…” I blather before feeling my abdomen clench and i come. My fingers welcomed Jenna's orgasm and I tried to prolong the wave of pleasure as much as possible.

Jenna relaxed against my neck and I raised my head to look at her. Her eyes sparkled and a beautiful smile was plastered on her lips, various freckles scattered across her face and her hair disheveled on the pillow.

Footsteps are heard on the stairs.

Jenna and I look at each other with concern and immediately get out of bed, looking for the clothes scattered on the floor. When I finished putting on my shoes the bedroom door opened and I smiled nervously seeing my sister looking at us curiously. Jenna stood across the room looking at herself in the mirror.

“Y/n” Emily smiled sweetly at me “we need to go home...” she states pouting slightly.

I get out of bed and walk towards my sister, crouching down to her height "did you have fun?" I ask with a small smile on my lips. Emily nods  several times "you?" she asked innocently and out of the corner of my eye I saw Jenna smile mockingly.

“Yes,” I answer honestly and Emily giggles. Jenna turns and sits on her bed, looking at me curiously.

"So you'll go back to playing Aliyah" I say and Emily smiles genuinely, eyes sparkling with happiness "really?" she says squeezing my arm. “Yes.. obviously if Jen agrees” I say with a sheepish smile and the brunette rolls her eyes at the question.

“Obviously Emily” Jenna gets up and walks towards my sister, crouching down next to me. “You will always be welcome here,” she murmurs with a bright smile. "You will play with my sister in the garden or in the living room" says the brunette sweetly.

One of her hands rests in my sister's hair "and I will play with your sister in my room" the brunette says innocently, making me blush at the clear sexual message.

Emily smiled and I shiver feeling Jenna's gaze on me, analyzing me like a predator.

#jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x you #wednesday addams x reader #jenna ortega x y/n #jenna ortega x fem!reader #jenna ortega smut #jenna ortega imagine #the neighbourhood

[box-milk]

My Squishy

Genre~ fluff

Pairing~ Ona Batle x plus size! Bronze Reader

Warnings ~a short lil something,self doubt, Google translated Spanish

"Earth to batlle." Ona snapped out of her daydream coming face to face with her fellow defender. Ingrid rasied a questioning eyebrow as she noticed the girl had spaced out while the physio therapist worked the knots out of her thigh.

Ona blushed slightly, avoiding the taller woman's questioning gaze attempting to sneakily try to let her eye fall onto her newfound interest. The Norwegian is quick to match the trail of sight where her eyes stuttered a bit before she resorts to burying her head between her folded arms on the floor when she notices the brunette questioning gaze unflattering.

Ingrid is confused until her eyes meet the soft blue ones of y/n bronze. The new team head physiotherapist. The taller defender returned the wave the younger bronze gave her before she attended to the barça captain.

"So pequeña bronze?" Ona could hear the teasing tone in ingrid's voice and groans, causing the latter to let out a chuckle at her expense. Ingrid returned her gaze to where you were working on alexia's knee, and she could see exactly why Ona was infatuated with you.

From the little time most would have noticed, you chose to have your hair in a slick ponytail on most days as opposed to your sisters slick bun. Your stature down to your personality differs from the older bronze as well.

You're curvy body, something to admire. Thick thighs, well-rounded breasts, plush stomach, and a voluptuous ass to match. Your skin glistened with sweat, but it somehow made you glow in the barcelona sun, highlighting your dazzling eyes. Your personality also matched that sunshine as the team dubbed you the more approachable bronze. You truly were the embodiment of a higher beauty.

"Hey! ojos apagados." Ona lightly slapped the Norwegian on her calfs. "My squishy."

"Geez batlle, get a hold of yourself. You haven't even said a word to the girl." Ingrid tutted why moving out of arms reach. "Said a word to who?". Ona' freezes at the new voice and return her head between her arms, not exactly wanting to have this conversation with your older sister.

Ingrid snorts, causing the youngest brunette to crawl slightly and hit her again on the calf, the rash action causing the therapist to grumble under their breath. Ona huffs before getting into a sitting and folding her arms. The therapist just rolled their eyes before moving to complain to you.

Ona watched as you listened intently to the therapist complains before your head turned to meet her eyes, causing her to squeak and avoid your gaze. Lucy looked at the younger girl strangely before shrugging her shoulders when she met your questioning gaze.

Quickly finishing up with alexia, you made your way over to your sister and her teammates with a questioning eyebrow rasied and folded arms.

"Miss batlle?"

Ona squeaked, looking at you from her peripheral vision while ingrid swallowed a laugh, and your sister looked on confused at the young defenders' behaviour. You sighed before grabbing Ona's chin so she had no choice but to look at you.

"Miss batlle are you giving your physio a hard time."

"Soplona".

You rolled your eyes and chuckled along with the two older girls behind you before you gently reprimanded her for her behaviour, but it's obvious that ona hasn't heard a thing, her eyes looking softy at you. Smitten.

Realization of the brown eyed girl's behaviour finally hits your sister, and despite her protective nature, she can't help but smile. No one besides family had looked at you with such tenderness, and yes, her teammates have come to grow a certain protectivness over you as well, but the look on Ona's face was so much different.

Lucy quietly pulled ingrid away, allowing you to continue to gently chew Ona out while she just stared at you like you hung the stars in the sky.

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Another victory for barça and another celebration. The social light on Ona died a few hours ago, but she still refuses to leave the chosen bar for tonight's celebration in favour of people watching. Eyes immediately widen when they're in contact with you, chatting up a few girls she's never met before.

Ona didn't think it was possible for you to be any more beautiful, but here you are. The colourful bar lights didn't compare to the glow of your ocean blues. Your pleated skirt sat nicely on your fishnet covered thighs complimented by your cropped band shirt.

"You should go talk to her." Ona is off her seat by an inch at the new voice and places a hand on her chest to calm her racing heart while Lucy lets out an amused chuckle, earning a glare from the younger girl.

"But it's your sister, you would be uncomfortable. No?"

"I don't think there's anyone better suited for her, mi amiga."

With a pat on the back from Lucy, Ona made her way over to you and your friends. Rubbing both hands on her trousers nervously.

"Hola."

At the nervous greeting your group conversation ceased and your friends turned to the direction of the voice but your attention remained on your drink quite use to one of your friends being approached while you sat awkwardly in the background being thrown an sympathy smile from the patron.

You weren't in any way insecure about your looks in any means, but you just knew most prefer your friends over you, and you'd end up by your sister's side waiting until shes too drunk to function by the end of the night

Ona noted that she had everyone's attention except the one she wanted and scratched her head lighty and cleared her throat. "Y/n por favor?" The defender isn't sure what she's begging for, but the familiar voice got your attention along with the wrong idea.

"Oh, would you like me to leave?". Already making an effort to move with your drink. Ona violently shakes her head and gently grabs your wrist before guiding you to a vacant table.

"I want you please?"

To say you were shocked was an understatement. You harboured feelings for the defender, but given how close she was to Lucy, you just figured maybe you didn't have a shot. You may not be insecure, but you couldn't help but sell yourself shory standing in line with your sister.

"Por favor, Amor, one chance?". Ona pleads searching for your eyes when you insist on avoiding her eyes, the young brunette grabbed your chin like you did before and smiled softly, admiring every aspect of your face causing you to go shy attempting to avoid her gaze again.

Having none of it, though she grabbed your cheek in her palms to keep you from turning away. "Can I have you? Please?".

"Bold aren't we batlle"

"Si." You almost laugh at Ona's look of determination. Though flattered as no one has ever held that look in Ona's eyes or tried this hard to (claim)take you out. So you can't help but give in.

"Yes you can have me batlle"

You didn't think it was possible for Ona's smile to get wider, but it did, and she took you into her arms before squeezing you gently, completely melting into you

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An: did you notice I'm terrible at naming/ending fics?

#woso community #woso x reader #woso fanfics #ona batlle x reader #ona batlle #ona battle #ona batlle imagine

[world-of-aus]

Safe With Me

Pairing: Bodyguard!Bucky x MobDaughter!Reader

Warnings: hints of previous domestic abuse (very small hints), angsty, protective bucky (he's a warning folks).

Author's Note: I've been wanting bodyguard!bucky for a hot minute and here is part one of a two part installment. He's my grumpy turned sunshine I never new I needed till now! I also want to thank @winterwitch-trash for constantly sending me into the afterlife with her inspirations for this piece. Happy Readings Buns <3

Boisterous laughter fills your ears as you step a heeled foot into the extravagant hall. The room is filled with business suits and dazzling dresses.

His hand tap yours where it’s wrapped tightly around his bicep, your gaze meets his, a warm reassuring smile on his lips. A tilt to your head and he’s leading you further into the room, pulling you into the pool of suits and dresses, the laughter all consuming as he pulls you further in to the masses.

You slip into your role as he guides you, a warm pleasant smile on your lips, a tilt to your head as you greet the bigheaded business suit and his dazzling dress. He leads the two of you till your face to face with your father and his company. The men of the group can barely spare you a glance much less a proper greeting as they take to the man who holds you on his arm. You find the women are kinder acknowledging your presence with a nod of their head, it was the most you had found they were allowed to do at these events.

Caught up in a conversation your father takes the time to acknowledge you, his voice low as he leans in. “You are to stay with him at all times tonight, where you go, he goes, is that understood?” You want to ask if he’s here, there’s no other reason your dad would abide you caution if there wasn’t a threat involved. He leans back, eyes trained on yours, “do as I say.” A finality to his somewhat cryptic statement. You offer a tight-lipped nod, watching as he throws himself into the conversation.

Unlike the other women of the group, you don’t grow bored, your nerves on edge as you glance 9around the hall. Eyes scanning the business suits for him, you knew he was here. He had been set to take over the business when you hung off his arm, you had no doubt with the time that passed that he had already claimed the title.

So intent on finding his eyes you don’t feel Bucky lean in till he’s whispering into your ear, “let’s go dance.” He breaks your trance, head tilting to look at him but he’s turned to your fathers group dismissing the two of you with a promise to the men to grab a drink later. Your father catches him before he can whisk the two of you off, whispering something into his ear, it’s when the two separate eye to eye that you catch your fathers look, it was enough for you.

With a pat to Bucky’s arm, he sends the two of you off, your grip on his bicep tightening as you part through the group. His hand lays over yours squeezing, thumb brushing over your skin soothing. Bucky had grown so attune to you over the months, learning to read you better than most in your life could. There was nothing you could hide from the broad-shouldered brunette, not anymore.

You break onto the dance floor, his body turning into yours as he molds you to him, your hand clasped tightly in his. It’s quiet for a moment between you two as you let him take the lead, body pressing further into his as he takes you around the floor. He leans into you, “you’re safe with me, he’ll never lay another hand on you as long as I’m around.”

You want to ask him how long that looks like, want to ask him about the contract your father drew up and had him sign that fateful morning in his office months ago. You had no part in it despite it being drawn up for you and your safety. “What troubles you,” he breathes into your hair.

You lean into the motion, “you won’t be able to keep me safe forever,” your murmur into the black velvet of his suit. “What will happen when the contract you signed with my father is up? Surely there will be other jobs needing you, once your time here is done.” Your feet slow, the hand that rests on your back squeezes, “you need not worry about that, to worry about what your future holds, stay here in the present with me.”

You can’t help but to think of the future; a future without Bucky Barnes in it. He wraps you closer, your head finding his shoulder as he sways the two of you amongst the mass. The question of how long you had left with him sitting on your tongue. You don’t ask, not wanting to break the moment you share with ‘what ifs’. You wondered if you had held your walls as high as Bucky had when you were first introduced to him all those months ago if you might have saved your heart from the pain that would come when his time was up.

The hand that held yours finds your cheek, beckoning you from your spot on his shoulder. Your eyes find his, the question wants to fall of your tongue but a voice that has your blood running cold stops it altogether. Bucky’s form goes rigid when you freeze in his arms, fear clouding your features at the man that has appeared from the masses behind you.

“For claiming to be so devoted you move on rather quick, petal,” he spits.

Your eyes slip shut, breathing in deep as you steel yourself, you would not let yourself live in fear over this man. It’s what he wanted, wanting to keep you down when you were already in the dirt. You had lived it enough when you were with him, no more would you allow him to have you cowering before him. Enough was enough. There would be a time where the man that held you, the man who made you feel safe wouldn’t be there, and you needed to be ready to face things alone. Steeling yourself, you compose your features, throwing on a smile as you turn on your heel Bucky’s hand still on you offering you a sense of comfort as you turn to face them.

Your stomach drops at the sight, but your smile remains, “what a pleasant surprise Rumlow,” you greet, your eyes flicking over to his mistress, the one he had in your bed far too many times to count. “Elizabeth, you look radiant, you’re glowing,” you add as you allow your eyes to drift down to her swollen belly. It would have only been a matter of time before she fell pregnant with his child, you’re just glad it hadn’t happened with you there.

“Not sure we can say the same for you,” Rumlow throws in smugly. He wants a fight, wants you to bark back so he can find a way to put you in your place, like he did when you were under him. Bucky can sense his intentions as he presses into you, the hand that laid at your back now curled into a fist.

“Well surely you can’t say the same, because we’re not the same.”

Despite the lack of venom in your tone, Rumlow bites, “He’ll grow tired of you as well,” he murmurs eyes flickering to Bucky, “don’t lock yourself down with this one pal,” he finds your eyes again, “she isn’t worth it.” Bucky should have stepped in sooner but the feel of you shaking form in his arms draws the line. “Rumlow is it?” he questions as he steps forward, his form shadowing yours as he puts himself between you and the man you once called your fiancé “listen pal I don’t appreciate the way you’ve been talking down to my girl, now I’ve tried to respect her wishes of being on my best behavior tonight but I think it’d be best if you and your partner here walked away now, were trying to enjoy ourselves, surely there are others around that you can get your ego stroked with that isn’t mine.”

Rumlow looks visibly ticked by Bucky, his hand clenched at his side, but he knew better than to start anything tonight, no one ever dared to start a fight on a night like this. The dark haired brunette clears his throat as he steps forward towards you. No regard for Bucky he gets as close as he can voice low and menacing as he speaks directly at you, “your daddy’s little guard dog can’t protect you forever,” he steps back smirk on his lips as he takes the two of you in, “pleasure seeing the two of you, and y/n ill see you soon.” he says over his shoulder as he walks past the two of you.

Bucky’s eyes follow the man as he goes but your frozen on his words, heart pounding in your chest, a ringing in your ears that screams its all too much. You suck in a shaky breath, the need to run all but suffocating, you’re slipping from Buckys hold as you move forward, smile pressed on your lips despite the dread consuming you whole. You squeeze through the business suit and dazzling dress, slipping your way through the crowd the exit at the forefront of your mind.

His voice is a light buzz in your ear but you can hear him call for you, telling you to wait, slow down, but your feet won’t allow it, your racing heart making it harder to breathe the longer you’re in here. You make it out past the grand doors, feet barely just meeting the edge of the first stair before you’re being pulled back into a broad chest. His hands are on you, turning you in his hold muffling the first cry that tears from your lips. “It’s okay,” he breathes into your hair, “I’ve got you, you’re safe with me.”

Your fingers clutch at the lapels of his suit, “he’s never going to stop, and you won’t be here forever, I – I can’t do this anymore, I'm not strong enough to do this."

Bucky prays you don’t feel the way he tenses up at your words, the way his heart skips a beat, he pulls you into his arms tighter, lips finding your head, “you're stronger than anyone I've ever had the privilege of working under y/n, we're going to figure this out, I've got you, I promise you I've got you." You want to scream into the night air but settle on the choked sob that makes it past your lips instead.

"It's just so unfair," you whisper into his jacket. You weren't sure what you found more unfair though.

The situation with Rumlow, or your newfound situation with Bucky.

#bodyguard!bucky #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x you #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes au

[psychedelic-ink]

𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊.

DAY ELEVEN OF HAUNTED HOEDOWN

prompt: cyberpunk au + fallen angel au + “i will keep hurting. i will keep killing. anything to protect you.”

pairing: fallen angel!joel miller x f!reader

genre: explicit smut, minors dni, romance

summary: you and tess go in to dismantle a cult, neither of you were expecting to find a rugged fallen angel being experimented on.

word count: 5.2k

warnings: possessive!joel, piv, creampie, breeding kink, dirty talk, violence

a/n: this was heavily inspired by miyazaki's on your mark music video! also we're almost add the end babes, only one more to go, isn't that exciting!

Ash sticks to your skin. The air is warm and damp, the scent of it churning your stomach and making you want to vomit. You observe the city as the aircraft inch closer to a particularly fancy and tall building. Purple and blue neons bleed into the night sky, blurring the sight of the stars. Both you and Tess are standing at the edge of the opening, ready to make the jump down below. You look at her and she nods with a fleeting smile. 

“Let’s get these fuckers,” she says, her voice modulated as it echoes in your earpiece. “See you on the other side.” 

She extends a fist and with your heart still beating madly in your chest, you bump it. Without speaking, she counts down, one finger going down at a time.  Your gaze flits between the building and her hand, sweat building at your temples and sliding down your spine. You’ve heard of this place before. A religious cult famous for abducting people and in some extreme cases experimenting on them if they refused to follow the leader’s guidance. 

The last finger goes down and you both jump in unison. 

Your visor comes down, blocking the vicious wind from cutting your skin. Tess is slightly ahead of you, her helmet also fully materializing around her skull, brunette hair fluttering at her neck. The mission was simple. Go in and arrest who you can find, shoot those who resist. 

The two of you touch down on the rooftop of the target building and quickly pull out your weapons. Tess leads the way as you both enter the building through a concealed access point. The interior pulses with a neon-laden atmosphere, where every corner is bathed in vibrant, shifting hues. Holographic information displays punctuate the surroundings, casting an ever-changing cascade of colors across the sleek, polished surfaces. 

You and Tess navigate through the dimly lit corridors, guided by the faint hum of machinery and the eerie whispers of cult members echoing through the halls. The air is thick with tension, and every step feels like a potential trap. It almost feels like a labyrinth with the way the halls constantly turn and twist, you faintly hear Tess cursing from underneath her visor. You share her sentiment. 

Moving deeper into the building, you finally encounter the cult's followers. They wear a strange blend of traditional robes and cybernetic enhancements, their faces obscured by eerie masks that display holographic symbols and patterns. 

The confrontation escalates quickly. They don’t even have any weapons on them yet they jump you, before you can start shooting one of them gets the better of you and knocks you to the floor. Tess is there in an instant, a laser blade to the throat is all it takes for the person to go limp on top of you. 

The room erupts in chaos but it doesn’t mean much to either you or Tess. This wasn’t your first mission together, and the two of you had adapted a fighting style that complimented each other’s strengths. The deafening blasts of energy illuminate the room with dazzling bursts of color. Bodies fall, and the cult's resistance begins to crumble. 

You press on, determined to reach the heart of this twisted cult. Along the way, you discover hidden chambers filled with bizarre experiments and technology. You take a mental note to come back later on and investigate. The air is thick with the smell of chemicals and the unsettling hum of machinery. Tess makes a sharp turn and you follow, entering a dim room. More cult members attack you, they look like scientists, they fall just as easily as the rest.

“What the hell is this place?” Tess mutters, walking ahead and looking around. A blue hue coats the entirety of the room, the sound of liquids making up for most of the background noise. 

You notice a table right in the middle and without a second thought you head towards it, ignoring Tess’s warnings to be careful. Something draws you to it. To him. Your pulse quickens as you notice a man lying on top of the metal surface, eyes closed, seemingly sleeping. His chest is bare, the lower half of his body covered with a thin, dark pair of sweatpants. 

He’s beautiful. Rugged features scorned with cuts and bruises, but still stunning. His hair is a mess, lips chapped. He’s barely breathing, a sudden worry surrounds your heart, turns your stomach sour. 

“Hey, check it out,” Tess says, walking around the table. Her hand moves over a lifeless wing, feathered and dark as night. You hold your breath, eyes going wide. “Do you think these are real?” 

You don’t touch the wings, feeling like it might be disrespectful to the handsome man. You eye them warily and think about all the things these maniacs must’ve done to him. “They look real to me,” you murmur. “What should we do?” 

“What do you mean?” 

“If we bring him with us surely the government will experiment on him too,” you point out. “He’s been through enough.” 

Tess drops the wing and raises an eyebrow, “You in love with him or something?” she shakes her head. “We really need to find you some good dick.” 

“That’s not what this is,” you hiss, cheeks burning up. “You know it’s not right. He can stay at my place.” 

“And you think they won’t come looking for him?” 

“They can’t look for something they don’t know that exists.” 

Tess contemplates your words for a moment and you worry this might be where she draws the line. Her kind eyes flit between you and the half-naked man, then her shoulders drop, yielding, she lifts her hands. 

“Fine, let’s get this hunk of meat out of here.” 

However, neither you nor Tess had calculated how heavy he would be. 

“Holy fuck, how much does he weigh?” Tess groans, holding him by the ankles. You had your hands tucked under his armpits, barely keeping him from dropping to the steel ground. 

“Maybe the wings add to it,” you answer, short of breath. Using the strength from your knees, you jerk him up so your arms can get a better grip. Sweat beads at your temples and slides down your cheeks. “Fuck—” 

“He’s gonna suck your fridge dry,” Tess huffs. “All the gadgets in the world and not one to carry a heavy. . . what is he? A damn bird?” she shook her head. “I don’t think I wanna know.” 

“If you could shut up for two seconds,” you say, gasping for air. “This might be easier. Besides, we’re at the door.” 

“Oh fuck, we actually are.” 

Tess manages to kick it open and you both peer down the rooftop, you hold on to the unconscious man tighter, scared he might fall. 

“What now?” you shout from over the wind. 

“Now,” Tess says, her gaze meeting yours, she flashes you a smirk. “We jump.” 

Despite the multiple rules you’ve broken by taking in Joel—a fallen angel he’d explained when he woke up, much to your disbelief— to your home a week ago, your mornings start surprisingly calm. You have a small apartment and as you head to the kitchen, you watch the trickles of the morning light warming the floors. You enjoy these silent hours in the city. No bright neon light burning your eyes, no constant buzz of huge billboards humming in your ears; just the sun, the soft sound of birds chirping and soft wind carrying notes of clattering dishes. 

You fill the kettle with water and place it on the stove, turning the flame on to let it slowly come to a boil. While waiting, you reach for your favorite coffee mug, the one with a chip on the handle that you can't bear to replace. As you retrieve the mocha pot from the cabinet, you notice a slight, fleeting shadow out of the corner of your eye. You turn your head to see Joel standing in the doorway, his wings tucked neatly against his back. He hadn’t been able to open his wings fully yet, his wounds too deep to heal. 

A sudden anger simmers in your soul. The things he must’ve endured and all for what? For a bunch of people to feel good about themselves? For the to find out how to be immortal? All of it was absolute bullshit. 

You pull out another mug. 

His dark eyes meet yours and you swallow, a shudder rolling down your spine, “Good morning,” you choke out, pouring some ground coffee into the mocha pot's filter basket and assembling the pot. The soothing sound of the kettle on the stove fills the room as you watch Joel walk closer, his steps nearly soundless. 

“Mornin’,” he grumbles, standing right behind you. His presence frying your nerves and making your hands tremble. “What’s that?” 

“Coffee,” you answer. You place it on the stove and turn on the heat. “I’m making you some too. You can try it,” then you turn, eyes going wide upon noticing just how close he is. His eyes bore into yours, observing your soul and every inch of your face. Your eyes trace the bridge of his nose and linger on his lips; so lush. The divot in the middle of his bottom lip entices you to come closer but you hold your ground. “Are you hungry?” 

He nods, eyes untrusting. 

“Okay,” you say slowly. “I’ll make us breakfast. How are your wings feeling?” 

He licks his lips, “Better.” 

You nod and look towards the fridge, your lips pressed tightly together. He finally backs away, allowing you to prepare an omelet for the both of you.

Joel silently watches as you crack the eggs and mix in the basil, tomato, and cheese.  He watches as you pour two cups of coffee and bring out the plates. He watches as you sit and finally turn to look at him; still standing in the kitchen, watching. . . observing. 

“Come sit,” you say and pull back a second chair. “You watched me prepare it there’s no poison in it promise,” you give him a playful smile and you swear the corners of his lips twitch. 

He sits and picks up his fork, you cut the omelet in half, sliding it over to his plate, “So since you never had coffee before I didn’t put any milk and sugar in it, you can taste it and if it’s too bitter I can add some.” 

Joel picks up the mug, his wings slightly raising in alarm as he sniffs the hot beverage. He raises a brow, eyes meeting yours, “How do you drink yours?” 

“With lots of milk.” 

“I feel like that defeats the purpose,” he closes his eyes and takes a sip. He smacks his lips slowly, eyes fluttering open to give you a look. “Not bad,” he says. “I like how the taste alerts me.” 

“Well,” you answer with a smile. “Don’t have too much of it or you’ll be up all night.” 

“Who says I’m already not?” 

You stiffen at the words, meant to be a playful quip turn real in mere seconds. Joel seems unaware of the sudden pressure forming in your shoulders, around your spine; he bites into his omelet, moaning at the taste—which adds a whole different kind of pressure. . . mostly gathered between your legs.

“Can’t you sleep?” you ask silently, looking down. “Because of. . . what they’ve done.” 

Joel lowers his fork, lifting his gaze in hopes of meeting yours, he furrows his brows upon realizing your downward-looking lips and your eyes that don’t meet his. 

“That’s a small part of it,” he says, the soft authority of his tone bringing your gaze back up. “I remember those moments in bits and pieces, they come and go. . . It’s the fall that still keeps me up at night. ” 

“The fall from. . . heaven?” 

“Yes.” 

And that’s it. He continues to eat, continues to drink until all of it is wiped clean in front of him. 

“Let me clean your wounds,” you say and stand up from the table. Joel hadn’t been able to fly at all since you and Tess busted him out of that hellhole. He had been reluctant to treatment but realized quickly that he needed modern medicine if he was going to get better. “I’ll be right back.” 

When you come back you find him sitting on his usual stool. It was high enough so that his wings wouldn’t drag across the floor. He sits silently, eyes like those of a hawk as he watches you place the supplies on the coffee table. You start by delicately peeling off the old bandages, ensuring they don't cause any pain or pluck a feather. The only sign that he feels any discomfort is the rapid pace of his breathing

You find that you enjoy these moments of vulnerability. Some part of you doesn’t want him to go. 

“Sorry,” you mumble, crumbling the old bandages and throwing them to the floor for later cleaning. 

His spine straightens, “For what?” 

“I didn’t mean to hurt you.” 

“You didn’t.” a moment of silence stretches between you before he speaks again. “You saved me.” 

“Tess did too,” you add, a small smile tugging at your lips. Those two had been butting heads as soon as Joel woke up. 

“She told me on multiple occasions that she would’ve left me to rot.” 

“That’s how Tess cares.” 

“Humans still confuse me.” 

You snort and begin cleaning the wound, he winces a bit, “We’re not all bad.” 

You’re happy to see that he’s nearly completely healed. His red, wet wounds from before now a tender pink. Your eyes move up to his neck. You’ve always stared at his neck since the very beginning. It reminds you of the columns of old temples that now lay in ruin thanks to the new world. His sun-kissed skin is a temptation, your lips tingling with the need to feel bare skin, wondering if it’s as warm as you thought. 

“I don’t think I should bandage up the wounds anymore, they should breathe,” you murmur, your voice coming out hoarser than you thought. “But still, you need to be careful.” 

Joel doesn’t say a word but his wings twitch as if they can sense your sinful thoughts. Maybe they do. You have no idea how angel powers work, or if he has any. 

He’ll leave soon, you remind yourself. You’ll be alone again. 

You don’t know what it is that guides your hand, but you realize in shock that your fingers start to dance along the exposed skin of his nape. Indeed it is as warm as you thought. You feel the way muscles tense under your touch, hear his heavy breathing. 

Reality comes crashing in and you pull away with a sudden flinch, an apology ready at your lips— 

He’s fast. Inhumanly so. Joel takes a hold of your wrist and pulls you to his lap, you fall sideways with a sharp yelp. The angel doesn’t say a word and tugs your head back, exposing your neck to him. You shudder at the touch of his lips. Whimper at the way he runs his nose down your collarbone. 

“I can smell the arousal on your skin,” he drawls and tastes your skin with the flat of his tongue. “I can taste it too. Such a sinful little thing.” 

“I—I’m—” You’re what? Sorry? You don’t feel sorry. 

“Tell me what you want.” 

“You don’t have to. . .” 

Joel snorts, “I know I don’t have to. I want to,” he answers, he grips at your shirt and tugs you down while grinding up, the heft of his cock rubs against the swell of your ass. You both groan at the contact. “You feel that? You feel what you’re doin’ to me?” 

Your heart leaping, you guide his hand to the waistband of your sweatpants. His eyes flashing with desire, he slips his fingers under the fabric, you shudder at the drag of his fingers between your folds. Joel burrows his face into the crook of your neck, his chest rattling with a growl. 

“So wet,” he musters, the pads of his fingers stroking your throbbing clit. 

“Now you know what you do to me.” 

His wings suddenly stretch out from one side to the other, making him look even larger if possible. Your eyes go wide, lips parting with a soft gasp. You imagine if you stare at them long enough you could see stars. 

“You don’t know what I’m capable of,” he breathes, nostrils flaring. He pulls his fingers out and holds your waist in an iron grip. You whimper at the loss. “You don’t know me. This ain’t a game.” 

“That’s right I don’t,” you answer. “I only know what I feel. And what I feel, Joel, is something I’ve never felt before. Something that both excites me and makes me want to run and hide because soon enough, I’m going to have to deal with it all on my own. You’ll be gone and I’ll be here, trying to gather the pieces of my bleeding heart.” 

You think you might be imagining it, but his wings become a shield, caging you in. His gaze seems almost broken. Distraught. He mumbles something inaudible. Your brows furrow and you ask him to repeat himself. 

“My wings are healed. I lied to you.” 

You think you misheard him but at the same time you know you hadn’t. You blink rapidly. You don’t understand, how can be healed? 

“You can fly?” 

“I can, sweetheart.” he pulls you closer, your covered nipples grazing against his firm chest. Your breath catches in your throat. “I lied to you because. . . I don’t want to go.” 

“Joel. . .” 

“You still want me?” he asks, cutting you off, voice rueful. “I’m selfish. I get what I want and do anythin’ to make it happen. Why do you think I was cast out? Not exactly one of god’s favorites.” 

You feel his breath on your skin as he speaks. His voice deep, dripping like sweet molasses. You brush your lips together and his chest heaves, his grip on you tightens, his cock throbbing. 

“You’re my favorite,” you whisper. 

The dam breaks. 

You find yourself bent over the low coffee table, the wood creaking under your weight, your cheek smooshed against it. Joel holds your arms behind your back, rutting against your ass like some wild animal in heat. Arousal pools between your legs and you feel a fresh wave of wetness spreading within the threads of your underwear. 

“Do you even know how to fuck?” you ask, hoping to gain some kind of edge despite the obvious difference in strength. 

“Oh, sweetheart, you’d be surprised.” 

He pulls down your sweats and the heft of his cock weighs heavily between your ass cheeks. Slick gathers between your folds. A soft whimper trembles in your throat. You can’t see him but you can imagine him looking down at you, seeing how desperate and needy you are. Joel parts your cheeks and presses forward, his cock gliding between your soaked tighs. He groan rattles in his chest and you feel the bulbous head of his cock stretching your entrance. 

“Oh god. . . Joel. . .” 

A choked-out sound drops from your lips as he wraps his fingers around your throat and pulls you up, it’s harder to breathe in this position, your body bent in a way so that your eyes can meet. He kisses your forehead. 

“Not god,” he says, thrusting forward and filling you to the brim. Your face goes slack, brows pinching with pleasure and a hint of pain. Your moan is loud and long, your eyes still glued to his. You shudder at the intimacy. “It’s just me, sweetheart. No one else. I’m the only one that get’s to fuck this pussy—the only one that gets to see your face like that.” 

You lick your lips and breathe heavily. When you nod, Joel releases you and you fall forward, bracing yourself with your elbows at the very last second. 

“Look at you,” he groans, large hands stroking your cheeks. “Do you even know how soft and warm your insides are?” 

He doesn’t expect an answer as he pulls back, your body is set a flame, pleasure building and winding you up like a doll. Your thighs shake, he just watches you drown in your lust. He’s intrigued, you think, because he just waits with the head of his cock still inside. You wiggle your ass, hoping for him to move, to fuck you senseless. 

You’re reprimanded with a sharp smack to your ass but you welcome the pain, embrace it. 

You can’t see it yet you feel it. The vicious drip of his spit on your stretched-out hole. You shiver and your eyes roll back into your skull, his thumb traces where you two connect, smearing his saliva, “J—Joel, please,” you beg but you know it’s futile. He’s going to take you apart only to piece back together. 

“You still think I don’t know how to fuck?” he hisses, a cruel taunt you didn’t expect. You shake your head and close your eyes. Another smack follows, prompting the clench of your cunt. He groans. 

Joel finally gives you what you want. What you need. 

His pace is brutal, fast and hard, desperate, just like you feel. He knocks the air from your lungs with every thrust, the smack of his hips bruising. Joel has no shame in the voices he makes, he groans, moans and fucks you harder, forcing you to be loud with him. When you let out a particularly high-pitched whimper, he covers your body with his own like a blanket and ruts into you. His wings rustle and shake, the tip of it touching your lips before it moves away. You see bright starts when he grazes upon a particularly sensitive spot, your jaw dropping and body tensing. He mouths at your neck, hand sliding between your legs, the pads of his fingers brush against your puffy clit—

A knock. A loud one at that.

The sound startles you both into stillness, and you let out a hiss from under your breath. You’ve forgotten that Tess was going to come by. Apologetically you reach back and manage to squeeze Joel’s thigh, your fingers sliding over the muscle from sweat. Joel understands that this will have to wait but instead of letting you go like you expected, he lifts you up from the coffee table, your back flush against his chest. You both face the door and another knock follows, your body tensing. 

“I’m not gonna stop fuckin’ you for no one,” he groans, pushing even deeper. Your head falls to his shoulder and your nipples tight. “She can come back.” 

“Joel, she might hear us,” you hiss but make no move to actually stop him. You feel him smirking against your skin. He slowly draws his hips back and thrusts into you—hard. Your body jerks and you cover your mouth last second before a moan can slip out. 

“That’s it, just keep quiet and she’ll be none the wiser.” 

Tess’s voice calls out your name through the door and knocks again, louder this time. Your eyelids flutter, your orgasm rapidly building from the thought of being caught. If Tess decides to break the door, which you don’t put past her, she’d see you in your full naked glory; your breast swaying with every ruck of Joel’s hips, your face dazed as you attempt to keep your noises to yourself. . . 

“You’re so fuckin’ wet—you’re turned on, aren’t you? Filthy thing, you like the idea of your best friend seein’ you gettin’ your brains fucked out?” 

You don’t dare answer and instead, you just take it. His fingers toy with your clit, swirling and drawing shapes over and over until your entire body is trembling and your core is tight. Joel’s hips stutter, pacing frantic, “Yes yes yes yes—come for me, sweetheart. I wanna feel you so bad, come on, that’s it—that’s it—” 

It happens both suddenly and torturingly slow. Your body locks up and you squeeze around him, gushing and moaning helplessly into your palms. Your nostrils flare. Joel holds you tight, preventing you from accidentally jerking away and falling face-first into the table, you think Tess is still knocking but it soon ends. Your body is quivering, slick dripping, and sliding down his length. He kisses your cheek, then drags his lips down to your neck, sucking the sensitive skin. 

He starts to move again, “Joel,” you whimper and he stops, lips decorating your skin with more kisses. “I want you to come inside me.” 

You swear his cock swells even more. 

“Yeah?” he sounds amazed, almost. “You want me to fill this pretty pussy up?” 

“Please.” 

“A’right sweet girl, I will, I will,” he bites the tender flesh of your shoulder, hips drilling into you even harder than before. Your brain short circuit. Your poor, sensitive cunt tingling with overstimulation. With every snap of his hips you feel slick gushing from your core and your hands fully drop from your mouth, your body pliant with pleasure. 

It doesn’t take Joel long to come undone. He fucks into you one last time and keeps you still on his cock. Another orgasm rips from you at the pressure, his come filling you with violent, desperate spurts. His hips twitch. Joel licks the salt off your skin and then kisses the damp skin. You sigh with relief, hand dropping to your stomach. It feels good. So fucking good for him to claim you in such an intimate way. 

“Mine,” he growls, fingers biting into the flesh of your stomach. Again, his wings form a shield around you, trapping you two together. 

You smile and thread his fingers with your own, “Yours.” 

Note to self, always go to the door when Tess comes over. 

But honestly, how the hell were you supposed to know that she came over to warn you? 

You’ve seen the text first. You were out on the street doing some quick shopping before you returned home to Joel, however, before you could process what she had written you were surrounded. Familiar symbols of the cult decorated their suits and before you knew it, your vision blacked out. 

When you open your eyes once more, you notice that your hands are bound to the ceiling to keep you up. You hear the familiar buzz of the purple binds, much stronger and deadlier than regular rope. The back of your head throbs, an unpleasant pressure behind your eyes, you hiss and look down. 

The door opens. 

“Where is he?” a man with a white mask asks, stepping into the dingy cell. 

You raise your gaze, “Who?” 

You can’t see his face but you know he’s angry underneath the cheap plastic. He balls his hands into tight fists and before you know it, his knuckles hit you square in the jaw. You groan and spit up blood. 

“Where. Is. He.” 

You cough, the taste of iron overwhelming your taste blood. Still, you don’t yield. You look him straight in the eye and force a broken smile. 

“Who?” 

Joel knew all of it was too good to be true. 

The good food, the sex, the woman who loved him despite what and who he was—it should’ve tipped them off that it was only the calm before the storm. The solitude before ruin. He’d seen it many times before, why had he ignored it now? 

His eyes narrow and his wings fold, aiding his sharp dive to the building Tess had described. The wind slices at his cheeks, deafens him.  

Joel knows why he ignored it. 

It was because he was happy for the first time in forever. 

He crashes through the glass ceiling, shards of it bursting across the hard marble floor. He sees familiar people in suits covered in symbols. Joel snarls at them, his wings close to him. They’re the same people that imprisoned him—and now they had found the only thing he cared about to lure him into the wolf's den. Well, his capture won’t be easy this time. 

He’ll make them pay. He’ll make them all pay. 

Joel spreads out his wings and watches the foot soldiers cower in fear. He feels the dark energy pulsing in his palms, adding to his strength, and without a second thought he unleashes it, sharp arrows of darkness spearing their hearts, making them see their worst nightmares before falling.  

He kills, kills, and kills. They all feel his eternal pain before they fall, a fall that is much kinder than the one he had to endure. Joel leaves a trail of corpses on his way to you, his heart locked in fear of what might have happened to you. 

Joel senses you—your fear, your pain, your hope. He follows those strong feelings. You lead him to a hard steel door, and with the flat of his palm, the door turns to dust. 

Joel’s heart stops beating. 

You’re strung to the ceiling, your temple caked with blood, your body battered and bruised. You can barely breathe, your lips parting with short gasps. 

His rage is sudden and blinding. His shoulders raise with his wings, he sees the other man in the room with you, his gloved hands wet with your blood. The man turns to grab a weapon but Joel doesn’t grant him the favor. In the blink of an eye, he’s in front of him, his hands on his jaw, he forces the snap of his neck, a sickening crack echoing in the small chamber. 

He deserved something worse than death for hurting you, momentarily Joel regrets giving him the easy way out. 

“Joel,” your voice drags him away from his thoughts, his heart breaks at how soft it is. “Is that you?” 

Joel’s wings drop. He realizes his hands are wet with blood and shadows, he shakes the shadows off but the blood remains. 

“Joel?” you say again, and this time he snaps out of it fully, making his way towards you. He cradles your cheeks, kisses you deep before shattering the cuffs around your wrists. You sigh when you feel the familiar broad chest against your cheek, a soft smile tugging at your lips. “Joel.” 

“It’s me,” he answers. “I’m—I’m sorry I couldn’t get here sooner.” 

“It’s okay, it’s not your fault. In the end, you got here, didn’t you? That’s what matters.” 

He should’ve come sooner. Shouldn’t have waited around for Tess, he should’ve broken into every building and burned this city down until he found you. Leaving the chamber, Joel is careful not to make any sudden movements. His eyes soften, a hard knot in his throat when you nuzzle into him while he carries you away. 

“I’ve got you now, sweetheart. You’re safe, you’re safe,” his grip tightens around you. “I will keep hurting. I will keep killing. Anything to protect you. Never again.”

His steps come to a sudden halt as he feels your weak touch on his cheek. Joel looks down in worry but you’re smiling, his chest lightens. 

“Same goes for me,” you say, voice hoarse. “They can break every bone but I’ll never let them take you. Never again.” 

Joel looks at your weathered body. Humans were always so fragile, so prone to death. You’re nothing but a speck of dust compared to the dangers that lurked in this world—compared to him. But human resilience has always been something that immortals had feared. 

He smiles and nods. 

Joel firmly believes, deep within his heart, that he is safe as long as you’re here with him.

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Bittersweet - C.L. #16

Charles Leclerc x Fem!Reader

Summary: Going to the Annual Formula 1 Gala seemed like a good idea. But once you get there you realize that you don't feel like you belong there. A certain Monégasque driver changes your mind.

Warning(s): Google Translate French, assumptions of infidelity (Not in relation to Charles)

A/N: This is taken from this request by Anon. I finished this one up in a few days thanks to how detailed the prompt was. I loved exploring the atmosphere of the party in this one. It's set in the same universe as Mini Verstappen because I couldn't help myself.

Words: 1.5k

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When you got the invite to the Formula 1 Gala that the FIA held at the end of the season, you thought your uncle was being a little too generous. He knew that Charles Leclerc was your favorite driver, but going to a gala where all of the drivers on the grid would be was a lot.

Your uncle had paid for your dress and the hotel during your stay in Monaco. You had been looking forward to the party because you would be sharing the same space with Charles and would get to experience something that no other normal F1 fan would get to part take in. You were sure that the party would be fun, being able to talk to all of the big wigs in the sport, and the food would no doubt be exceptional.

You were already dressed for the party when the town car picked you up from your hotel. Entering the party made you feel like you were entering a completely different world. There were people here who had more money than they probably knew what to do with.

You found your assigned seat watching everyone around you mingle, talk, and drink. As your eyes swept over the room spotting driver after driver, none of them Charles. Your eyes didn’t even travel all the way to the bar before you felt lightheaded.

The expensive crystal glasses reflected off the equally dazzling jewelry all of the women were wearing. You can’t help shifting in your spot in the room, taking a filled glass with champagne, hoping that the liquid will help you feel less out of place.

You saw Sebastian Vettel there conversing with a small group of people, a woman hanging off both of his tux-covered arms. Wasn’t he married? It seemed like most of the drivers that you saw all of whom were in relationships, were flirting with people who weren’t their partners.

Like, Max Verstappen. Who was talking to a tall leggy brunette, who was very much not his wife. Max’s wife was well-loved by the fans. You couldn’t imagine the woman he loves and affectionately called, his lioness, to be okay with him flirting with some random woman.

You took your bag off the chair, disappearing into the corner of the room towards the grand piano, hoping to get away from it all. You lean your head against the wall letting out a deep breath. You have never felt more out of place than you do now. The money, the clothes. It just made your everyday life seem so… boring compared to all of this.

You move to pull out your phone hoping that it’ll make the time pass by faster before you can leave at an acceptable time. Stay through the meal, walk around the room once more, get a drink from the bar just to be seen by the other guests, and then go back to the hotel. You were just about to open one of your favorite apps when you heard a familiar voice that had never sounded clearer.

“You know, it’s a party,” You hear from in front of you. “You are supposed to have fun.”

You looked up to see him, Charles Leclerc holding a tumbler filled with expensive amber liquor. You look him up and down, immediately letting your eyes fall to the floor. He wouldn’t want to talk to you, he’s just like all of the other people in the room. He is too enamored in his own life, enjoying the party for how he sees everything. It’s normal to him, to see all of the drivers shamelessly flirting with people who aren’t their partners.

“I’m not going to leave you, I promise.” You hear him say. You still don’t look up.

“I’ve been watching you from the bar.” You let your eyes move up to his hands. He has them out towards you. “Since you came into the room.” He says quieter as if you’re exchanging secrets.

“You are too beautiful to be by yourself.” Lies. Every word of it. You tell yourself. But you want to enjoy talking with Charles, you have been a fan of him since you got into watching Formula 1.

“Maybe I like being by myself.” You reply, meeting his gaze. His piercing blue-green eyes gave you a smile you had seen a dozen times before. But it was never for you before now.

“We can escape together then.” He offers you a hand that you’re hesitant to take. You let him lead you away from the crowd up to one of the balconies above the room.

“You’re first time at the Gala?” He asked placing his glass down after sitting on the chair across from the one you were in.

“And the last.” You say honestly.

“Come on, it’s not that bad. Is it?” He asked.

You give him a shrug. This is his world, you’re just living in it for the night.

“I’m not going to let you spend your one and only time here unhappy.” He removed his jacket placing it on the chair. He slips his hand in yours pulling you over to the balcony to look over the party.

“See Seb down there.” He points over to Sebastian, who is still talking to a group of people. The women have left him. “He’s starting a new charity, so earlier he was flirting with those two women who are now by the bar for a big donation to his charity.”

You take in Charles’ words still not fully believing him. You knew that Sebastian could be a flirt, you had seen the interviews from when he was still driving before he retired.

“And Max.” He pointed down to Verstappen who was talking with Christian Horner and Daniel Ricciardo. You had seen him earlier talking to a woman, you thought at first glance that he was flirting with her, but now he seemed more interested in his phone than talking to anyone.

“His wife just had a baby, and although he didn’t want to come, his wife asked him to because they met at one of these events. I overheard her begging him, please, for me Max, earlier.” He gave his impression of Max's wife. It wasn’t half bad from the short clip that you heard of her voice.

You felt your shoulders relax a little and a small smile broke through. You knew a little about Max, he was introverted and cared about his family. Being here made it seem like all of the drivers only cared about the luxuries that came with the job of driving in F1. Not that, for some of them it was just an unavoidable part of the sport.

“We’re not all bad.” He said. “And if you don’t believe me, I’ll spend the rest of the night trying to prove you wrong.”

“I don’t want to waste your time.” Although it was sweet that Charles wanted to prove you wrong when it came to your impression of the drivers, you still didn’t feel like you belonged at this party. Everyone here looked like they belonged, you didn’t even feel like you were worth the designer shoes that were on your feet. He should leave you there and go back downstairs. Talk with Carlos, Pierre, or one of the team sponsors that was down there.

“Trust me, amour. Spending time with you would be worth more to me than you could know.” He gave you his signature smile, soft, warm, and inviting.

He held his arm out to you, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes before your smile broke through. He was too charming for his own good. You took his arm and let him lead you downstairs back to the party.

You had spent the rest of the evening together, drinking expensive champagne, eating the best food that Monaco had to offer, and even slow danced with Charles to the cellos and violins that were playing in the background.

At the end of the night, Charles walked you to the town car that you came in, you thanked him for spending the evening with you, “My pleasure.” he replied before kissing your hand.

“Bonne nuit, chérie.” He closed the door after you got into the car. You glanced up at him silently hoping that you would get to see him again.

You leaned back into the seat of the town car as it drove away from the party. You looked out the window in the dark Monaco night, you saw all of the yachts on the harbor. It made you think that Charles had changed your perspective on the way that you viewed the drivers on the grid.

They were just people living their lives, more glamorous in some ways. But that didn’t mean that they had all changed their core values.

Charles was just as down to earth, caring, and considerate as he had been from the first day that you had found out who he was. He hadn’t changed one bit. He had made you feel like you were the most important person at the gala tonight.

You would go back to your life, but would forever cherish the few moments that you got with Charles tonight. You wanted to see him again, even if it was only to steal a few selfish moments of his time.

Translation(s):

Bonne nuit, chérie. - Goodnight, sweetheart.

End A/N: Link here with some additional information if you are interested in reading a whole series based on this.

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Fallin' All In You (Part 4) - Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: You’ve known Wanda Maximoff since you were children. She was the shy and exceptionally beautiful twin sister of your best friend, Pietro. For the most part, you two never interacted, but that changes when against your better judgment, you begin to develop feelings for the girl. 

Warnings: Cursing

Word count: 5,945

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BZZZ! BZZZ! BZZZ!

The phone buzzed, calling for your attention for the thousandth time, and you reached for it impatiently only to drop it as quickly at the sight of the contents; only non-important social media notifications, not the text you were anxiously waiting for from Wanda.

Much to your disappointment, your busy schedule left you no time alone with Wanda after the party. Anytime you spent together was with your friend groups. The one time you had a study session, Pietro interrupted before you could finish a paragraph.

Similarly, your increasingly intense soccer practices took up your time as you approached the championship. In the following game, your team made an hour trip for a match, tying 2-to-2. You kept true to your word, scoring on a penalty in the game's last minutes.

Despite your resolve to ask Wanda out, your busy schedule interfered with your plans and ultimately caused you to chicken out. It gave you enough time to dwell on the repercussions dating Wanda would cause in your relationship with Pietro.

Although you were sure she reciprocated your feelings, Pietro's opinion weighed heavily on your next step. Would it be strange if his best friend dated his sister? Undoubtedly, there would be some consequences on your relationship. No brother wants to hear their friends gush over their sister. Moreover, despite his easy-going nature, Pietro had always been overprotective of Wanda, and you were sure you would not be the exception to his threats.

Your brain hurt from all the overthinking; you weren't ready to deal with it. However, that did not mean distancing yourself from Wanda was an option. On the contrary, her proximity quelled the raging storm in your head. For now, you were content in being in her proximity, feeding off her soothing personality.

Which is why the lack of time alone had made you nearly desperate for the brunette. As soon as your schedule settled, you quickly made plans with Wanda to watch Pride & Prejudice. Per your suggestion, you were watching the film at your house to prevent distractions from Pietro. You loved Pietro but wouldn't let him intrude on your time with Wanda. You would be determined to watch this incredibly romantic film with Wanda without interruptions.

You eagerly awaited Wanda's arrival, bouncing around your room, making sure everything was in place. You placed the remaining snacks on the nightstand when your phone buzzed again. This time, the message you had been awaiting arrived.

Wanda: I'm here

You checked your window as Wanda exited her mother's car, and before she could reach the lawn, you raced downstairs, stopping at the front door. You fumbled, straightening out your clothes, and flung open the door, coming face to face with Wanda.

"Hey!" She greeted, looking at you with a twinkle in her eyes.

"Hi," you replied lower, but not from lack of excitement, instead dazzled by the woman.

You led Wanda inside, taking her to your room as your heart thrummed violently in your chest. You felt exposed, letting her into your personal space, yet not in an unsettling manner. Rather eager to show her more of yourself. Wanda, for her part, appreciated your willingness to allow her into your safe space.

The both of you settled on your bed, shoulders brushing against eachother. Although you have reached a new level of intimacy at the party, you haven't held hands since then, but even so, the proximity felt natural.

Even before the film began, you knew you would be in the same predicament as the theater. It had been difficult to concentrate then, but seeing Wanda so enthralled by the plot, reciting her favorite lines, warmed your heart. Or hearing Darcy declare his affections to Elizabeth when all you wanted was to declare your own, but alas, you weren't as brave as Darcy. Not yet, at least.

You feel you have reached your limit as the film neared the end; Dary reiterates his love for Elizabeth, hoping her feelings have changed. You were a ticking time bomb, overwhelmed with the need to reach out to Wanda as you watched a gleaming tear strolling down her face. You think you see a look of longing, but you're not sure because Wanda unexpectedly lowers her head to your shoulder, causing your heart to jackhammer in your chest and to lose any sense of rationality.

You were a complete mess.

You forced your eyes shut and resisted holding your breath in an effort to calm yourself. You just hoped Wanda didn't notice your tense posture because you would be fucked if she did. You had zero experience with romantic feelings, and having them for your best friend's sister did not make it any easier.

It took you a while to compose yourself entirely, but when you did, you opened your eyes to the ending scene, followed by the credits. Wanda straightened herself and turned to you with a smile, a question burning in her eyes.

"What do you think? Did it meet your expectations?"

You chuckled nervously, running a hand through your hair. "Uh yeah, it was uh- it was really good," you lied, knowing damn well it was the last thing on your mind.

Wanda smirked with a raised eyebrow, "Really? You seem hesitant."

"No! It's just that it's different from what I usually watch. But honestly, I did enjoy it. Easily one of my favorite movie sessions," you assured her, this time telling her the truth. You did enjoy your time, but only because she was there.

"Well then, I'm glad you liked it. It's one of my favorites. Now that we're friends, we can have movie nights."

You nodded eagerly at her suggestion, reassuringly placing your hand on her knee, "I would love that."

She beamed at you, placing her own hand over your own. As your gazes interlocked, your resistance wore thin, even more so than before.

Only when a thunderous boom resounded in the distance, the two of you looked away, jumping in place. Neither of you had noticed the drizzle that had begun while the film played. Wanda had been too entrapped in the film, and you in her to pay any care.

"Why don't I take you home before it worsens. We can do the essay another day," you suggest.

"No, I don't think it will last. Let's do it right now so we don't have homework for the weekend."

You obliged, and you began working on the writing portion of the assignment. However, it wasn't long before Wanda started to regret not accepting your suggestion. The steady drizzle transformed into pouring rain, and the thunder had only gotten closer with each clash as bright flashes illuminated the sky. The strong winds clashed against the house, and it groaned in protest.

One look at the weather page, and you knew you were wrong. It wasn't a quick storm; it would rain bricks the entire night.

You knew you couldn't drive Wanda home in those conditions, and you would hate to bother anyone else when there was a simple solution. You just needed the courage to voice your thoughts.

"You know, uh, it's only going to get worse out there," you hesitated momentarily, aimlessly flipping through your notebook, "I was thinking that maybe you should stay the night."

"Oh," her surprised tone caused you to raise your gaze at her, gasping like a fish out of water, "I appreciate the offer, Y/N, but I wouldn't want to bother."

You chuckled. "Wanda, I promise you, you could never bother me. So come on, stay with me tonight," you pleaded, giving her the best puppy dog eyes you could manage.

Wanda remained unconvinced, but another deafening rumble resolved any hesitation as she surrendered to your pleas.

You grinned, pleased with yourself. "Perfect. The guest room is being renovated, so you can take my bed. I can sleep on the floor," you offered, not wanting to make her uncomfortable.

"How about you stay on your bed, and I'll sleep on the floor," Wanda countered decisively, but you weren't willing to give up.

"Then, we'll both sleep on the floor."

Wanda raised an eyebrow, unamused at your idiotic suggestion, and shook her head, "In that case, we can both sleep on the bed. It's big enough."

Your heart skipped a beat at the thought of sharing a bed with Wanda. "You sure?" She nodded. "Alright, I'll have my mom call your mom."

Before going to bed, you lent Wanda some comfortable clothing. You thought she looked incredible, even in your old baggy t-shirt and shorts, a sight for sore eyes. Truthfully, you hadn't considered the entire thing through because even after the room was engulfed with darkness and you had said your goodnights, her emanating warmth beside you made your stomach flutter. You could tell Wanda had fallen asleep by her peaceful rhythmic breathing. You recall her telling you she slept best with the pitter-patter lulling her into the dream world.

In any other instance, you would have fallen into bed like a rock, but now, all you could focus on was the brunette. Wanda had started on her side but turned to lay on her back, head tilted slightly so you could see her relaxed expression. You had briefly glimpsed her sleep the day they arrived and were left captivated, yet now you could stare unabashedly at the opinion of others. The moonlight shining through the window illuminated her soft features, and you were entranced by her beauty.

Temptation brewed in the air, and you succumbed without a second thought as you softly brushed the pad of your thumb over her cheek. She looked angelic, you mused as you traced her jawline. Another thunderous clap resonated outside, breaking the spell you had fallen into as you halted your movements. Instant shame flooded your body at your audacious actions. You were such a creep, you thought to yourself as you realized how wrong it all felt.

You dropped your hand and shut your eyes with a shaky sigh, willing yourself to sleep. As you focused on Wanda's breathing, you found the task easier, and it wasn't long before you found rest.

It wasn't until the Sun's burning glare settled on your face that you awakened. Slowly but surely, you regained your senses, realizing a heavyweight was pressed against your chest while your nose was buried in a delicious smell. Gradually, you opened your scrunched eyes only to be met with the image of the brunette-haired girl wrapped around you.

Confusion washed over you, and your hazed mind panicked until you recalled the events of the night before. A wave of heat coursed through your body as you grasped that the girl in your arms was none other than Wanda Maximoff.

Wanda Maximoff is your best friend's sister and the girl you were crushing on.

A part of you was overjoyed with the angelic sight you had awakened to, but the aftermath was what worried you. You were frightened of rousing the sleeping beauty only to face the most awkward situation ever.

Carefully, you began to untangle your bodies, leaving Wanda comfortable. Then, from a safe distance, you took the opportunity to openly admire her angelic features. Your stomach turned at her barely noticeable freckles and slightly ajar lips, and you couldn't contain the dopey smile when she scrunched her nose in her sleep. A beauty unlike any other.

You reached over to brush away a few rebel hair strands over her face but quickly retreated when Wanda shuffled. It was your cue to stop being a creep. You reached for your phone, checked the time, and noticed you had awakened a few minutes earlier than your alarm.

Unwillingly, you got out of bed and prepared for work, ensuring you did not wake Wanda. You had told Wanda you would give her a ride home before work, but seeing her so peaceful changed your plans. You made your way into the kitchen, making breakfast, seeing as your mother wasn't up yet.

In record time, you made pancakes, eggs, and bacon. It wasn't that you were trying to impress Wanda with your cooking skills… okay, maybe you were.

"Morning, sweetie," your mother's voice greeted you. You had already finished your plate and were serving your mothers.

"Morning."

"Where's Wanda?" She questioned, scanning the house.

"She was really tired, so I'm letting her sleep in. Can you take her home when you go to work?"

"Of course, sweetie."

"I left her some food, too. Could you just plate it when she wakes up?" you looked at her pleadingly.

She nodded and gave you that same grin from the other night. Before she could comment, you decided to leave. "Thanks, mom. I'll see you later." You waved goodbye.

You arrived at work at 7:30 am, half an hour before opening, to prepare for the day. Before entering the building, you sent Wanda a message.

Y/N: Morning, Wanda! Sorry for not waking you up. You looked so tired, so I decided to let you sleep in. I asked my mom to drive you home, so don't worry.

Working in a flower shop was fantastic; you mostly took orders and cleaned. The owner, Meredith, was training you on arranging flower assortments, so you came earlier than needed in the mornings. Though you worked 9 long hours, it felt like nothing to you. To you, being around nature's beauty was nearly paradise.

There were a few hours left until your shift ended. You were taking a phone order when you noticed a familiar brunette entering the flower shop. She strolled in curiously, observing the shop and inhaling the delicious flower scents. When she caught you staring, she narrowed her eyes and tilted her head, and you had to divert your gaze to avoid stuttering while on the phone call.

When you finish placing the order, the girl is already leaning against the counter, waiting patiently for you to address her.

"What are you doing here? Are you following me?" You crossed your arms, raising an eyebrow accusingly.

She scoffed, rolling her eyes dramatically, "Always so egotistical. I'm obviously here for the flowers." She waved her hand around to make her point.

"Mhm, sure." You tapped your pen to your chin.

Wanda shook her head with a huff, feigning annoyance. She pursed her lips, taking the pen away from you to set it down. "You weren't there when I woke up this morning." She tapped her fingers on the counter, "Thank you for breakfast, by the way."

"You could've texted if that's what you wanted to say," you teased with a smug smile, loving the blush that covered her cheeks.

"You need to get your ears cleaned, Y/N. I told you I'm here for the flowers. Complementing your cooking was my charity work of the day," Wanda commented offhandedly.

"See, I don't know why you thought you wouldn't fit in with Pietro and me. This is basically all we do, passive-aggressively insult eachother and stuff." You furrowed your eyebrows. "Alright, It's me making fun of Pietro, but I guess it's only fair that I get my turn. It's time for me to be humbled, ya know?"

Wanda stared at you unbelievingly as if you had grown a second head. "Personally, I'm glad I didn't. What if I ended up as stupid as the both of you?" She shuddered at the thought. You decided not to comment, knowing your and Pietro's intelligence was questionable. "When did you start working here?"

"During the summer. I worked Monday through Friday, but now it's only Saturday and Sunday. The shop owner is a family friend, so she had no problem adjusting to my schedule," you tell her, spotting one of your regular customers walk through the door. You motioned to Wanda to wait as you went into the back room to retrieve one of the flower arrangements.

"Good evening, Jenna!" You greeted the older woman enthusiastically. Jenna was one of your favorite customers. Even though she was in her late fifties, she had some of the best adventure stories from when she and her wife traveled the world.

"Evening, Y/N," she returned joyfully, setting a tray on the counter. "Lisa and I made brownies last night. I thought you and Mer would like to have some."

"Well, you thought correct. You know that I love Lisa's baking." You emphasized her partner's name, knowing she did the baking. She rolled her eyes at your comment, finally noticing Wanda, who stood patiently to the side.

"Well, hello, there. Y/N, don't be rude and introduce us."

"Sorry, Jenna, this is Wanda and Wanda, this is Jenna." You motioned to each one as you said their names.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Wanda. Oh, God, I love your boots- actually, I love your everything," Jenna complemented, eyeing Wanda. Jenna was a photographer and probably thought Wanda would be a great model. Of course, you would agree with her.

Wanda bashfully smiled at Jenna. "Likewise, and thank you."

"So are the two of you…?" She dragged on, glancing between both of you.

"Friends!" You and Wanda nearly yelled at the same time. You felt your body burn in embarrassment at the insinuation, and one look at Wanda let you know she felt the same way.

"Mhm, okay," she said with a smirk, sounding like she didn't believe either of you. "It was nice meeting you, Wanda, but I have to go. Y/N my flowers, please." You did as asked, handing her a customized bouquet. "Thank you. See you next week, Y/N. Bye, Wanda." You both watched the woman walk out of the shop.

"That was something," you remarked, trying to ease the tension.

"Yeah. You two seem close." Wanda eyes the brownies longingly. You chuckled, taking one of the napkins on the tray and offering one to her. "Thanks."

"Uhm, Jenna comes by every Saturday to buy flowers for Lisa, her wife. It's adorable."

"That is adorable. I wonder what that feels like, getting flowers, you know?" She asked while munching on the brownie. "This tastes amazing."

"Nobody's ever gotten you flowers? Not even that Jarvis guy?" You inquired, ignoring her comment on the brownie. You found it hard to believe that no one had ever given Wanda flowers when she was so beautiful. It was a crime.

With crumbs on the corner of her lips, Wanda shook her head dejectedly, confirming, "No. Why do you look surprised?"

You froze like a deer caught in headlights, startled by the sudden call to your reaction. You started to think you needed to school your features better because everyone could clearly see through you, especially when it pertained to Wanda. But this was by far the worst time for it to happen. You could not admit to Wanda that you thought she was the most gorgeous girl to exist, so instead, you gapped like a fish out of water, racking your brain for an excuse.

"I- Well, you're, you know-"

"No, I don't know, Y/N." She seemed entertained by your loss for words.

"What I meant to say is that you're p-"

Wanda's phone rings, saving you from the embarrassment of your life.

"It's my dad. Just give me a moment." She walked away to answer the call, and you let go of the breath you were holding in.

That was a close one. You needed to make it your goal to stop yourself from getting into a compromising situation. Unfortunately, the intent didn't last long as you got an idea remembering Wanda's sad expression when admitting to having never received flowers.

Going into the backroom, you take the few skills you have as a junior florist to pull together a bouquet of flowers. Two sunflowers to signify your adoration, a few gardenias, and pink camellias. You knew the meaning of each flower, and with a simple search on the internet, so would Wanda. But this was the best way to express your feelings for her without making a fool out of yourself. It also gave you an escape route because you could always say you confused flowers or thought they were aesthetically pleasing, so you decided it didn't matter.

To your luck, Meredith passed by as you gave the bouquet the finishing touches, trying to make it as pleasing to the eye as possible.

"My lessons are paying off. Those look stunning, Y/N. So who's the customer?" She touched the petals of the camellias, admiring the variations.

"I am."

She looked at you with a knowing smile, "The lovely brunette girl you were chatting with earlier?" You groaned, tired of everyone's teasing, already leaving the room with the flowers, only to hear, "Ah, young love."

When you returned to the reception area, Wanda was still on the phone, but she glanced at you from her place, and you rushed to keep the flowers out of her sight. The longer she took, the more nervous you became, beginning to doubt yourself, but before completely discarding the idea, Wanda returned with a playful sigh.

"Apparently, Pietro told Papa I didn't sleep at home last night and forgot to tell him I stayed with you. I swear he did it on purpose."

"He did."

She eyed you suspiciously, noticing your fidgeting. "You seem… tense."

"You know how you told me you've never gotten flowers. So I thought since you know I work at a flower shop, I should do something about that." She looked at you curiously as you reached down and pulled the bouquet out, further baffling her.

"What?"

"These are for you." You timidly offered the bunch of flowers.

"What?" She repeated mindlessly, causing you to giggle.

You took her hand and guided it to the flowers so she could hold them, "I'm giving you flowers, Wanda," You voiced softly without breaking eye contact.

Her eyes ricocheted between the flowers and yours, and her lips hung open, trying to make sense of your words. There was no way she had heard you correctly. Are you trying to prank her? She searched your eyes for any sign that you were mocking her, but all she wound was anxiousness and sincerity. Your emotions were so raw that she could feel her heart swell at your gesture.

"I- Thank you, Y/N. These are beautiful." Her voice was so soft, cracking with emotion, and caused you to shiver in delight. Thankfully, she was too busy shoving her nose into the fragrant plants to notice anything, but you do see the solitary tear that slipped from her eyes. Or you think you do because she is beaming at you the following moment with a bright smile that could replace the Sun. "You know you didn't have to give me flowers to make me feel better."

"I know. I wanted to."

She beamed at you, setting the flowers on the counter and embracing you with force. The same smile remained as she left the store, and you felt reinvigorated by her visit as you went back to work.

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You found yourself at the mall with Natasha after a tedious day at school and a canceled soccer practice on Monday. You sat in the food court enjoying the sweet and savory ice cream you had purchased.

"I know," Natasha declared out of the blue, causing you to frown in confusion but continue to eat your ice cream.

"Know what?"

"You, my friend," she pointed her spoon at you, "have a crush on Wanda," she declared teasingly.

Your spoon stopped in mid-air, mouth wide in surprise. "I-I don't know what you're talking about."

She tilted her head with an incredulous look. "You're a lovesick puppy whenever you're around her, Y/N. I mean the glances, the smiles, and the game, you holding her hand at the theater, disappearing together at the party, and to top it off, she's sleeping over at your place."

You gawked at the table, unable to look at your friend or speak at all. You thought that none of your friends had noticed your behavior towards Wanda, but Natasha threw it all in your face.

"I'm just saying you've better ask her out soon because you have competition." Your eyes snapped up to her in panic, seeing a smug smile on her lips. You had given her the reaction she was hoping for. There was no more denying your feelings. "Pietro told me she came home all smiley the other day with a bundle of flowers, and she wouldn't say who gave them to her."

A sigh escaped your lips, and your tensed muscles relaxed in relief, knowing there was no one else. You had given Wanda those flowers. It was you who had caused her beaming state, no one else.

"I gave her the flowers," you admitted, looking down with flushed cheeks.

"You little shit," Natasha chuckled. "You're really in love with her, aren't you?"

"In love? I don't- I don't know. I just know I really like her." Truthfully, you hadn't considered being in love with Wanda; romantic feelings were new to you after all.

"What's important is that you have feelings for her, Y/N, and you need to do something soon. Wanda is a gorgeous girl, and someone else might beat you to the punch." You knew she was right, but fear of the unknown grasped at your heart, locking in your feelings. Thinking of your moments together, you knew it was worth the risk.

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Your conversation with Natasha from the previous day replayed in your head the entire day. The thoughts were so loud that they distracted you from school and during soccer practice. All the deep thought had led you to a resolution. You couldn't wait any longer and risk losing Wanda for fear. You would talk to Pietro and go from there. This is why you were headed to the Maximoff household after Pietro invited you to play video games. Arriving, you noticed the twin's newly gifted car was gone, and you deducted Wanda went out. It would just be you and Pietro.

You anxiously knocked on the door, mentally preparing yourself to confess to Pietro, but it wasn't Pietro with whom you came face to face as the door opened.

"Oh, hey, Wanda," you greeted, confused.

"Y/N." She moved to the side so you could come in.

"Is Pietro here?"

"You just missed him. He said he was going to the store and wouldn't be gone long."

"Oh, do you mind if I wait for him here?"

You headed for the couch, but Wanda's hand stopped you. "Come on. You can wait for him in my room." She pulled you by your arm into said room.

Wanda sat on her bed and motioned for you to join her, so you did. Soft, low music filled the room as she carefully moved her pencil through the sketchbook page.

"What are you doing?" You asked, fumbling with your fingers in an attempt to soothe your nerves.

"Sketching," she replied without looking at you, continuing her drawing.

"Don't stop on my account." You lowered yourself to lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling. You remained in that position for a few seconds before tilting your head slightly to observe Wanda. Her beautiful face contorted in concentration as her green eyes narrowed and her lips pursed adorably. Your stomach fluttered, lips quivering as the words you so badly wanted to utter rested on the tip of your tongue. Waiting for a moment of frailty to penetrate your carefully constructed defenses.

Her pencil danced elegantly across the page, creating what you assumed was a graceful image. You were thoroughly entranced by anything she did.

"You're staring," Wanda commented, unmoving from her position, an amused smile on her face.

You flushed, lifting your gaze to the ceiling once again, "I wasn't staring at you. I was," you dragged, trying to think of an excuse," trying to guess what you were drawing." You cringed at your poor excuse.

"Sure, Y/N."

You shut your eyes, grinding your teeth, resisting the urge to resume your previous activity, afraid of screwing up your plan of talking to Pietro first. You don't know how long you laid there, only that the fatigue of the day's activities was settling in your body, and you knew you should probably head home. However, it was more of a challenge as Wanda's soft humming and sweet, delicate perfume engulfed you in a soothing and safe bubble, lulling you to sleep as your eyelids grew heavier and your breathing deepened.

Wanda was too engrossed to notice you had fallen unconscious until a loud sigh left your lips, drawing her gaze to your figure. Forest green eyes gently take in your peaceful features, lingering on your slightly parted lips, with tenderness taking root in her heart. The feeling contrasted with the nervousness she had felt sharing your bed the other night. Though this was different, Wanda reasoned. She had no other choice. On the other hand, you could have easily left home but instead decided to reveal your most vulnerable state to her. Maybe she was overthinking the situation, and you were too tired to leave, but regardless of the reason, Wanda couldn't help the smile that overtook her lips.

It was instinctive when her slender fingers flipped to a blank page with newfound inspiration guiding the elegant movements of her hand. The goal: to preserve the heartwarming scene bestowed upon her beyond a mere flawed memory. It was one of those scenes you encountered, and you knew you had to capture its beauty physically. It was effortless as she meticulously contoured the lines and curves of your figure, using extra care when etching your serene expression.

It's Wanda's blaring ringtone that awakened you with a start. Wanda hastily closed her sketchbook, answering her phone, as you stretched with a yawn, still lying down.

"Hey, Mom. Oh, yeah, let me check."

You watched as they spoke before Wanda got out of bed and left you alone in the room. You groaned, rubbing your eyes, sitting up afterward to check the time. You had been asleep for about nearly an hour. You guessed Pietro hadn't arrived because Wanda didn't wake you from your slumber. You rolled your eyes, annoyed at the boy who had probably run into a girl.

Your eyes wandered aimlessly around her room before landing on her sketchbook. You recalled how fully engaged Wanda had been while drawing and grew curious about what she had been working on. Wanda wouldn't mind if you looked through, right? You thought, biting your lips before grabbing the sketchbook. Even though you and Wanda had art class together, you were fascinated by her handiwork as you flipped through various pages. However, that fascination converted to shock and confusion as you turned to a particular page.

It was a beautifully detailed sketch of the upper half of a sleeping person. Despite at how marveling the drawing was, what shocked you was the face because it was just any face. It was your face. You scrunched your eyes, trying to comprehend what was happening. You vaguely remembered how quickly Wanda had closed the sketchbook when you had awoken from the ringing, and you deducted it was to prevent you from seeing the drawing.

You were still lost in your thoughts when the bedroom door opened. Wanda didn't immediately see you since she was looking down, but when she did, she stopped short, noticing her sketchbook and your expression.

She stood frozen as you stood from the bed, walking towards her and offering the sketchbook with a questioning smile. Wanda swallowed dryly before taking the sketchbook and confirming her worst suspicion you had seen the drawing.

"Y/N I- I don't was just-" She stumbled over her words, avoiding your eyes as she played with her hands. "Oh, God. I swear it's not what it seems like. Okay, maybe it is," She rambles adorably, crimson flooding her face.

You no longer care about the drawing, nor are you smiling; the exigent longing bubbling in your chest was all you could dwell on. With each passing second, it grew in size and strength until your walls could no longer remain intact. Your breathing was heavy with anticipation as your eyes glanced at Wanda's stuttering, plump pink lips before you abruptly launched forward, taking hold of her cheeks and crashing your lips onto Wanda's. Screw Pietro.

Wanda's eyes bulged, gasping against your unmoving but firm lips. You savored the feeling of her soft, gentle lips and the sweet scent that could only be hers. At that moment, you wished to spend the rest of your life kissing Wanda.

Kissing Wanda? Your eyes widened at the realization. Holy shit, you were kissing Wanda. You quickly drew away and lowered your hands as if you were burned by her skin. Knit brows adorned your face as your lips were left ajar, mortified by what you had done. It only intensified as Wanda remained frozen, and you deducted your assumptions about her feelings for you were wrong. "I-I'm so sorry, Wanda. I shouldn't have done that. I should-I should leave."

It was as if Wanda's mind had detached from her body when your lips met hers. Her mind swirled in repressed fantasies that had started the day she met you in the playground. Fantasies where you were the valiant hero who protected her from anyone who dared harm her, but that was before she grew and realized her feelings were more profound. Those childish dreams converted to ones where you would hold hands and share kisses, but shame came with age. Not of her sexuality, but for having these feelings for her brother's best friend, who would never feel the same way; she tried to repress those feelings. But here you were, eagerly kissing her.

It was a slow process, but Wanda's thoughts had cleared by the time you announced you should leave as you walked to the door. She grabbed your arm, pulled you to her, and kissed you with force, hands lifting to cup your jaw. It only took you a second to respond, moving your hands to hold her waist while you closed your eyes. Your lips moved gently and synchronously against eachother before Wanda's tongue ran over your lower lip, asking for passage, and you gladly granted it. Your tongues danced together, and you sighed in pleasure.

You only separated from each other when your lungs burned from the lack of oxygen. Wanda rested her forehead on yours as you both heaved for oxygen. Wanda's shining green eyes had a loving look when you opened your own, and you couldn't resist leaning forward to peck her lips as her thumbs rubbed at your cheeks.

Your hand raised to brush a few rebel strands of hair behind her ear, your hand lingering on her cheek with your thumb gently swiping her lower lip, her just watching your movements. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that."

She chuckled, "I think it's the other way around," she teased, "I've had a crush on you since we were kids."

You frowned incredulously, recalling your childhood moments with Wanda, and suddenly her behavior made sense. The reason she avoided you and was shy when you were around.

With a smile brighter than the Sun, you asked the question you'd been dying to speak, "Will you go out on a date with me?"

"I would love to," she answered, leaning to give you another kiss.

Pietro didn't return anytime soon, and you couldn't be more grateful, seeing as you spent the time trading kisses with Wanda and cuddling on her bed.

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A/N: They finally kissed guys!!!! What do you all think? Should the wait have been longer? Honestly, slow burn kills me cause' I needed them to kiss in part two. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the chapter!

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda x reader #wanda x you #targaryenmarvel fics

[levi-ish]

You’d been fucking Eren for a few months now. Started at a party where you both were bored and a little drunk, so it felt like a great idea for him to fuck your brains out in that tiny bathroom.

It was perfect, to be honest. You two were good friends before, and being able to satisfy your desires wherever and whenever was a god’s given. It would take a fool not to realize how hot the man was, from the tanned skin to the dazzling green eyes that reminded you of emeralds — plus the fuckboy aura he had all over him. He was already attracted to you before, too, so it took one night, a few bottles of cheap beer and you bending over a sink.

Waking up from a hot dream? A quick text and he would be there, folding you in half and ramming your body into your mattress. Stress taking over your mind after exams? He would make sure all your worries went away by sucking the soul out of you from between your legs. Feeling too alone in the morning? He would come bearing pastries from the bakery downstairs and then treat himself to some nice dessert.

No feelings involved. At this point, he had already explored your whole body and knew all your weaknesses, so did you. The match was like a puzzle that fit just right. He could cum on your tongue, you could ride his face, he could thrust into you like you were his sex doll, you could use him however you’d like, and when you were done, you were both satisfied and then left to follow your lives separately. It was perfect.

Until one evening, right after you had just closed the door after letting him into your old apartment and heard a small ‘hey buddy’ from behind, turning around to find that big caveman crouched down, playing with your cat.

Your kitten turned around on the carpet, greeting him with a purr as Eren’s hands caressed under his ears. And for a second, your heart skipped a beat.

Didn’t take too long before he was towering over you and grabbing your hips to throw you over his shoulder like his prey and take you to your room. He then fucked you roughly.

Your legs were still wobbling as you saw him out, not before watching your cat clinging to his jeans, as if to beg for him to stay.

That wasn’t normal. You’d gotten your cat for a few years now, and he wasn’t a very welcoming pet. He would hide when people came over, avoid everyone as the little antisocial that he was. He did the same with Eren at first, until you noticed how he would keep close distance when you two were making out on the couch, our how he would sit on the kitchen counter and stare at the big man while you grabbed him beer.

But for him to actually play with Eren? No, not usual. At all.

It got worse from that, he would jump on the brunette’s lap as you were making out, scratch the door as his head was between your legs, make a fuss when Eren was about to leave. And the weird way that your heart started to fail its beats as you watched all that… that wasn’t supposed to happen.

One night, after you were done with your… activities, you were taking a small nap, and your cat entered your room and laid right by Eren’s side and fell asleep under his arm. You watched that with widened eyes, how both of them slept soundly, and how cozy that felt. For a second, you thought to yourself how you could grow used to seeing that, and the feeling scared you.

What now? Were you growing feelings for Eren because of your stupid cat?

But the way both of their breaths synchronized as they laid under the golden hour, you had to tighten your lips in order not to squeal.

Laying back into your pillow, you placed a hand over the man’s chest and quickly felt his arm sneak from under you to envelop your waist and keep you close. A smile formed in your lips as you looked up to find that he held the same expression as you did. With that, you listened to his heart rushing and the purrs by your side, falling asleep once again.

based on this post

#eren x reader #eren smut #eren jeager #eren headcanons

[breelynnxoxoxo]

CATCH ME DOWN AT THE BEACH! 🔥🔥🔥

#bikini beauty #bikini goddess #bikini babe #beach beauty #love the beach #sandy beach #love the water #mermaid #dazzling brunette

[misseviehyde]

RUNT

"Hey guys, please make some room," whined Tommy as he tried and failed to insert himself into the group of his friends bathing in front of the tiny magic mirror.

Waves of toxic feminine energy pulsed out of the glass, transforming reality and altering the three boys stood in front of it into hot bratty bitches... all except Tommy.

Giggles and soft moans emerged from pink pouting lips and there were cracks and pops as hips pushed out and bones shifted. The smell of tight wet pussy and female perfume filled the air, as the three former boys became hotter and hotter - enjoying their transformations into popular bitches.

Tommy, feeling increasingly desperate tried again, but the changing boys ignored him and actively blocked him, pushing him away and stopping him from getting into their tight knit pack.

"Fuck off you runt, mmmmmmh you're like such a loooooser."

Of all the boys, Tommy had needed this the most. He had always been smaller, weaker, the butt of the joke. He dreamed of being popular. As a tiny undersized boy he was nothing, but this mirror could make him into a sexy popular girl. Once he had long hair, a tight pussy, boobs and an ass for miles - no one would care that he was short. In fact as a girl it would just make him sexy.

"Pleeeeeease," he sobbed, but the three of them just laughed at him and did the L for loser sign on their foreheads with their fingers.

Tommy noticed that all three had cute manicured nails now. Rings and jewellery decorated their bodies... earrings and belly button rings were on show. His friend Brian even had a tongue piercing.

"Fuckkkk yeah... give it to me," he moaned sticking out his pierced tongue and giggling.

Tommy watched as Brian's boring male clothing shrunk and tightened. His underwear became bright pink and transformed into a bikini set. Soft skin tanned and smoothed and with a hot groan Brian stuck out his chest. Tommy watched in envy as two perfect round tits pushed out to fill the cups of the pink bikini. They looked so fucking good.

Long sexy hair tumbled down her slender back as Brianna was born and she left her boring life as a boy behind.

Next to her Tony shuddered in pleasure as he whipped back long blonde hair and stuck out his tongue like a little teasing whore. "Like I feel sooooo horny right now," gasped Tina as reality snapped around the brat and she became the little bitch she had always dreamed of being.

"Yeah I know what you mean babe," smiled Ashley - her identity as Ash forgotten as she bared her dazzling white teeth and ran a hand through her gorgeous brunette hair.

The three of them were now fully female and the mirrors magic spread out to change everyone's memories of them. Brianna, Tina and Ashley were now the three most popular girls at school. Spoiled rich brats who had boys blowing up their phones and everyone dancing to their tune.

Taking the mirror down from the wall, Brianna dropped it with an evil smile and it smashed into hundreds of pieces.

"Whoops."

"Hey, you like know that's bad luck right?" giggled Tina.

"Only for that little loser Tommy," purred Brianna. "What a fucking runt. He could never understand how good it feels to be this hot."

Laughing the three girls carefully walked around the broken glass and giving their former friend mean looks before exploding with laughter, they walked off to find something fun to do.

Sobbing, Tommy began gathering the shards of the mirror. Maybe he could fix it?

Somehow he doubted it. After all, he was just a worthless runt and he knew it...

#evie hyde #bitchification #m2f transformation #corruption #brats #mean girls #sluttification #reality change

[kaffiko]

a risky game

pairing - tom cruise x fem!reader summary - after your friend on set tells you she likes tom, you realise that they can't happen, because you like tom, and you know you need to confess your feelings before it's too late. warnings - a dash of angst, but mostly just fluff word count - 2.1k a/n - first fic! can you spot the tiniest jerry maguire reference?

you recalled the first time you'd met tom cruise. he was so incredibly handsome. his large, deep, green eyes and his shiny brunette hair... he was majestic. not only was he dazzling, but tom was driven and talented. when he introduced himself, shaking your hand, his voice was deep and charismatic.

although you had worked with many huge movie stars throughout your career, none of them came close to the way tom made you feel. he wanted you to be comfortable, like you were made to be a part of the cast. it was one of his ideas to make the movie a more authentic experience. you supposed that was why you never acted on your feelings. he was determined, and focused on his career. it seemed as if tom could never be interested in a relationship with someone on set.

as the filming continued, you kept your feelings towards tom bottled up inside you. you talked to him completely out of professionalism. of course, you didn't want to be awkward around him, so you told him stories of your family, your career, and he did the same. you learned so many amazing things about him, his family, how he raised up into the industry. the only thing that did was make you want him more. but you knew, attraction was a risky game.

tom was kind to everyone, though he had a special spot for you. he'd had many lead roles with various actresses, who were all beautiful and charming, but they weren't even close to being in the same vicinity as you. he knew you were oblivious to it, but you were on his mind twenty-four-seven, no one else. the first day tom laid eyes on you, shook your hand, saw your beautiful smile, he knew he had fallen for you. he was entranced by your gorgeous y/e/c eyes, y/h/c hair, your slight pink cheeks, everything. to him, everything about you was flawless.

as much as tom wanted you, he knew he could never have you. he was a couple years older than you, and so immensely famous that everyone he'd ever been with was scared of the news circulating them. tom didn't ever want that to happen to you.

consequently, the two of you kept your feelings for each other to yourselves. exchanging glances, smiles, and small talk was all you could ever do.

now, you find yourself in tom's arms. his shirt is off, with you still fully clothed, though both your lips were puffy and pink from the previous kiss, make-out, whatever you want to call it, scene. it was heavenly. kissing tom was exactly how you envisioned it, like having a taste of something delicious, but you had to share it with your sibling. his lips were soft on yours, but the kiss was rough. your hands ran through his fluffy hair, melting completely into him. meanwhile, tom's left hand was placed firmly on your waist, while his right was moving up and down your body. you swore you heard him groan into your mouth at one point.

tom, himself, the director, and the producers loved the scene, but tom loved it on a whole other level, and in a completely different way. having your lips on his felt like a dream that he wanted to last forever. after that scene, tom loved you even more, if that was even possible.

your makeup artist, hanna, would often give you a lecture on how you should confess to tom. she knew everything about everyone, including how the two of you were apparently 'head over heels' for one another. hanna was the same makeup artist for almost everyone, since they wanted to spend more money on sets instead of makeup, so she was on top of all the gossip. half the time, you were still part asleep, so you paid no attention. that is, until she mentioned someone else was soon going to shoot her shot.

"i'm sorry, what?!" you semi-yelled, fully aware there were other actors still getting ready. your makeup artist nodded at you.

"yep. little miss lindsay turner is going to go for your man! you can't let that happen, can you?" hanna grinned. god, she was trying to get to you, and it was working.

you and lindsay certainly weren't close friends, but she was the only person you talked to at lunch besides tom. despite all the chatter that was going around, you never would have imagined lindsay actually liking tom. sometimes, she would get a little touchy, holding onto his arm as she giggled, and although you thought it was a little weird at first, you knew it was all platonic. at least, that's what you thought you knew.

it made you nervous. for the first time in your life, after a long time, you felt fear, and all the happy thoughts from the past few days had disintegrated into thin air. lindsay was undeniably beautiful. everyone admired her luscious red hair - they thought she was prettiest red head they'd seen in their entire lives. it hurt to say that you did, sort of, agree. tom could look even better with a girl like lindsay, why would he ever choose you?

lindsay and tom also had a lot in common, she was delighted to work with someone who was just as motivated as she was. she spoke with such confidence in her voice that it washed away all that was in yours. you felt invisible whenever lindsay was in the same room as you.

you sighed, looking at hanna hopelessly, "what do i do, hanna?"

she smiled, "well, i'm gonna make you look extra good today, even though you already look perfect on a daily basis. luckily for you, you have one of those date scenes with tom, so you need to look glammed up anyway. getting him to fall for you, not like he hasn't already," she winked, "is all about your mentality. you need to hint that you are thinking about tom in the scene, and not his character."

hanna was right. today, had, yet another, scene where you needed to kiss tom. she continued, "you need to make him love you, no one gives a damn about professionalism and his character, and what not." she finished your makeup, which was stunning, and handed you your costume. by the time she was done with the finishing touches, even you admitted you looked good.

"can we get y/n on in two minutes?" a voice from outside called.

"alright, y/n, go get him girl." hanna breathed out, patting your shoulders. you smiled at her quickly before leaving the room.

when tom saw you, his jaw quite literally dropped. he always found you stunning, but today, you were a different kind of stunning. you approached him, smiling warmly. "hey," you said.

his eyes scanned you quickly. you felt your cheeks heat up. was tom cruise really checking you out? "wow," tom chuckled, breathlessly, "you look... great."

you laughed lightly, stunned by his shocked expression, "thank you. you do too."

tom was dressed in a crisp, white dress shirt, paired with black slacks. his outfit matched with your sparkling, white dress and black heels. the scene was meant to be at a fancy restaurant, where tom's character took yours out on a date, and near the end, the two of you would share a passionate kiss. you couldn't help but smirk as lindsay discreetly gritted her teeth.

there were only a few minutes left before the shooting of the scene started, though that didn't stop lindsay from pulling you aside just as you were about to walk into the room. "hey, y/n," lindsay whispered, "i need to tell you something."

you looked at her, about ninety percent sure of what she was going to say next. "you have to promise you won't tell anyone though," she added.

you placed a hand on her shoulder. that was one of the many things lindsay hated about you. you were so, so kind, it made her feel guilty of how much she despised you. occasionally, she would think to herself, 'it's just a man', but it really wasn't just a man. it was tom cruise. lindsay was extremely envious of you. while you didn't know it, every single member of the cast was wrapped around your finger, especially tom. lindsay knew there was no way of competing against you. so, in order to score tom, she thought she had to do what she had originally been dreading.

"i promise. your secret's safe with me." you whispered back.

lindsay took a deep breath, then sighed it out, "i like tom." the words were like bullets, piercing your flesh, and racing straight through. you saw it coming, yet here you are, speechless. just when everything was going well for you, a pretty girl like lindsay had to ruin it.

"i-" you stuttered, struggling to even find words, "tom's great. he's an amazing and talented guy, you should totally shoot your shot."

lindsay beamed at your words, thrilled you didn't yell at her. "that's exactly what i was thinking!" she squealed, "i was going to tell him today, but i wanted your approval first. you know, girl best friends never let another girl steal them."

such a backhanded statement. you could feel the glare she gave you from a mile away. 'approval', 'girl best friend', 'steal'. you decided that if she said another word, you would hire a hitman to crawl into her trailer and stab her.

to save yourself trouble, you cut the conversation short, "you're absolutely right. you need to tell him, he actually really likes you. he thinks you're beautiful." you purposely used the same tone of voice as her and dragged out the 'beautiful'. "i need to go now. good luck, lindsay!"

lindsay watched as you walked down the hall, your glossy hair swishing each step you took. she was relieved she didn't need to say anything more.

she felt her hope fade each time she conversed with you, and this time, it might have just all gone away.

your mouth curved into a small smile just as tom placed his hand on top of yours. the cameras were solely on the two of you. tom's eyes were staring directly into your own, his gaze safe and lustful. "you're beautiful." he said, still looking attentively at you. you stayed silent, as mentioned in the script, but you continued smiling.

tom leaned in, just slightly. you did the same a couple seconds later, and soon, the two of you were almost touching. you felt his warm breath graze against your lips. tom leaned in a little more, placing one small kiss, then pulling away. you loved it. so much, that you wanted more. you leaned in again. this time, the kiss was different. it was as if you found the delicious delicacy again, and needed to selfishly devour the whole thing.

the director yelled cut, and the two of you pulled apart. after that kiss, you couldn't hold it in anymore.

you couldn't keep looking at tom every day and pretend you didn't feel more than friendship. you couldn't talk to tom, and hide away everything you wanted to tell him. attraction was a risky game, but it was one you were willing to play.

"tom." he was still sitting across from you. his head was bowed down to fix his shirt, but he looked up at the sound of your voice.

"i love you." you managed to say through shaky breaths.

tom smiled, shaking his head, "y/n, the camera isn't rolling anymore."

"no," you stopped tom, "i'm serious. let me say it again. i love you."

he was frozen. the most still you'd ever seen anyone be. tom couldn't believe the words that had just come out of your mouth. all these moments, where he could've said something, and didn't, were suddenly all a waste of time. if only he had known earlier, he could've stopped himself from this misery of hiding his, clearly obvious, feelings.

"i totally understand if you don't feel the same, i mean, you're a huge movie-" you were immediately cut off by tom's lips crashing onto yours. you instantly kissed back. you were finally kissing tom cruise, off camera. it was complete bliss.

"i love you too." tom said, bringing your hand up and placing small kisses on your knuckles.

on the side, lindsay was only slightly angry. she was definitely jealous, but she had realised just how amazing you were for tom. he looked at you with such love in his eyes, she came to the conclusion that he would never look at anyone else the same.

you were too happy to notice lindsay, though you would've been glad to know she wasn't fuming.

you were focused entirely on tom, and he was focused entirely on you. attraction was a risky game, and it was one you had won.

#tom cruise x reader #tom cruise x female reader #tom cruise #pete maverick mitchell #tom cruise imagine #pete maverick mitchell x reader #ethan hunt x reader

[bruisedboys]

SATURN — modern!steve has a crush on librarian!reader so he keeps checking out books that he never reads just to talk to them and reader eventually calls him out on it

this is short and probably not exactly how you imagined it being but I tried!! however it’s such a good concept that I may or may not make a full length fic out of it. don’t @ me on that though … hope u like this gf!

summary: modern!steve has a crush on you, the library receptionist. fluff, pining steve, very short lol

gn!reader 600 words

You were pretty sure you were losing your marbles when you saw him for the fourth time that same week.

There he was again, looking very immersed in the books on the shelf of the History section, and standing out like a sore thumb. The only people who ever spent this long in the History section were men over 50. This boy, this tall, brunette, glasses-wearing boy, who you’d now seen every day for the past 3 days, was definitely not over 50.

You stared at him, squinted, tilted your head, tried to figure out whether you were seeing things or not. You wouldn’t be surprised — you were the type of person to be up in your head more often than not. Hence the library receptionist job.

Too late, you realised mystery boy was looking right back at you. Your face got hot fast. Your head snapped back to your computer, typing nonsense into the keyboard.

It was only when he cleared his throat that you realised he was standing right in front of your desk.

You looked up. He looked exceptionally handsome today, his long brown hair tucked behind his ears, a pair of round glasses sitting on his perfect freckled nose. Not that he hadn’t looked pretty every time you saw him, but today his grin was blinding. You swallowed.

“Sorry,” you breathed. “Um, hi. Are you … borrowing that?”

You pointed at this book in his hand. He looked down at it like he’d forgotten he was holding it.

“Oh. Yeah, this,” he said, like it was an afterthought. An afterthought of what, you didn’t know. He grinned, then slid the book over the desk to you. “Mhm, I’d like to borrow it, please.”

You went to grab the book and had to do a double take.

“This is … the same book you got out yesterday,” you said slowly, half convinced he was trying to mess with you.

“It is?” He squinted at the book for a second and then his eyes widened. You thought you saw a blush creeping up his neck. “It is! Oh shit, I’m stupid.”

Mystery boy smacked his own forehead and groaned, then fell into embarrassed laughter. His hand dragged down his face and made his glasses go lopsided. You couldn’t help but laugh too, his smile was dazzling and contagious.

“Did you even read the cover?” You asked, amusement at the situation overshadowing your nervous nature. “No, wait. Did you even read the one you got yesterday?”

His laughter died down though the redness in his cheeks didn’t.

“Well, no.” He cringed at himself, looking one part embarrassed and two parts charming. “Listen, I’m Steve. To tell you the truth, I haven’t read any of the books I got out. I just wanted to talk to you again.”

You flushed from head to foot.

Steve ignored your embarrassment chivalrously. “You’re pretty … for a library receptionist,” he said with a cheeky grin and an awfully exaggerated wink.

You blinked, cheeks blazing. Your tongue felt like it was stuck to the roof of your mouth, thanks to his compliment. You stumbled for a moment. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well, y’know … library receptionists are usually old ladies.” He wrinkled his nose, and, at your giggling, grinned beautifully. His eyes were bright when he asked, “What’s your name?”

Your tongue unstuck long enough for you to tell him your name. He beamed when you did, the movement in his cheeks shifting his glasses slightly, and stuck his hand out over the desk. You took it, his hand warm and big and calloused.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N,” he said jovially. You liked the way he said your name. You felt almost privileged to hear it coming from his pretty, grinning mouth.

“Nice to meet you too, Steve.” You smiled back shyly as he let go of your hand, your skin hot where he’d touched you. “Do you … do you maybe want me to give you some actually good book recommendations?”

Steve laughed, much too loud for a library but you didn’t have the heart to tell him off.

#★ mal writes! #ღ stevie #✿ 300 celebration! #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x gn!reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x reader fluff #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington drabble #modern!steve #modern!steve harrington #modern!steve harrington x reader #✉️ #stevesmixtape!

[ichijager13]

Let me have you

pairings : Eren x reader

Raiting: explicit

Modern AU, roommates AU, aged-up characters, fluff and smut, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, morning after, getting together

Summary:  After sharing a crazy night with your roommate, comes the awkwardness of the morning after.

Word count: 1,2 k

A/N: here comes the sequal to let me help you !! you can also read it on AO3.

thank you so much for reading my work and for your support lovely people. I hope you like this one just as much.

Reblogs and reaction are more than welcomed. stay safe :*

The sounds of your squelching cunt filled the room as it sucked Eren’s hard cock in. you lost count of how many times you cum after he joined you.

Disparately needing something to hold on you dug your nail into the brunette's sun-kissed skin. It deliciously burned as you scratched his shoulder blade down to the middle of his back. The feeling made him grit slamming his hips harder, further, and faster.

The new rhythm caused obscene noises to drip off your swollen red lips. “Fuck… Do that again”. He rumbled against the thin skin of your nape when you squeezed him. needing to hear more of him, you executed his order. “Good fucking girl”. The last bit of coherent thoughts vanished as he sunk his sharp teeth into the base of your neck.

Before you could catch your breath from the massive orgasm that shook the life out of you, he pressed you against the mattress. “Eren… Enough”. You cried. “I can’t… please… too much”. But the feeling of his swollen shaft pressing against your abused walls made you release a deep moan.

“One last time… promise”. His lips ghosted yours before he nipped on your lower lip. And you gave in to him. you let him use you as he pleases. “You’re doing good, fuck, taking my cock so well”. you gasped as he thrust into you after pulling out completely. “Letting me fill your tight pussy”. Your bare body was set on fire and your nerve ends were sensitive that the mere feeling of his pads caressing you shattered you. his lips were back on yours, devouring, nipping, and sucking.

“Gorgeous” he breathed kissing the corner of your mouth. “Beautiful”. His lips were on your cheek now. “Breathtaking”. Behind your ear. “Dazzling”. They traveled down your jawline. “Pretty”. He peppered your throat, vocalizing his inner thoughts. “Mind-blowing”. With every word he uttered, the pressure building between your legs rose. “Stunning”. You shiver when you feel his warm breath against your chest area. “Exquisite”. He continued scattering random pecks and kisses across your shoulders and collarbone. “Irresistible”. He breathed before closing his lips around your bud. Your hips moved in synch, desperately chasing your high. A few more thrusts later and you found yourself laying on top of him exhausted. He slowly brought his strong arms around your sweating body. Your heavy lids fell shut at the feeling of his fingers running through your hair.

A low whine left your chest when he shifted you. “I won’t start again, I swear”. He spoke trying to hold back his laugh. Minutes later, you heard footsteps coming into your room before the bed shifted beside you. soft lips pressed a chaste kiss to your bruised lips. you purred at the feeling of a warm towel pressed to your overstimulated entrance. Eren cleaned you before helping you step into a clean shirt and underwear.

“I’m sorry if I went too hard on you”. he susurrated against your heated skin. You scooted closer nuzzling his chest. He brought the covers to your shoulders and relaxed next to you. “I didn’t mean to be rough but…”. He squeezed his eyes shut remembering your body moving languorously in front of him a few hours earlier.

“I was losing my mind”. A husky chuckle left his chest. “Good night, sweetheart”. He whispered pressing his lips to your temple.

Every single muscle in your body hurt. You couldn’t even sit down without wincing. You gathered your courage and sat in your bed. Eren was still asleep, you took your time locating all the love bits you left on his neck and chest area. Until the moment you opened your eyes and glanced at the green-eyed man sleeping next to you, last night felt like nothing but a far too realistic dream. And yet there he was sleeping soundly with one arm tangled into your locks.

After shortly considering going back to sleep, you decided to take a warm bath to ease your aching muscles and relax. By the time you stepped out of the bathroom, Eren was already awake. You quickly put on fresh clothes and joined him in the kitchen.

So far, you were running on autopilot. Wake up, shower, wear clean clothes and get breakfast. But the thing is, this morning is nothing like others. This came to you the instant he greeted you smiling. “I made coffee, want some?” He asked while flipping the last pancake. you simply shook your head opening the fridge to get some orange juice.

Your thoughts raced through your mind as you placed some of the pancakes he made on your plate. You were clueless about how you should act around him after the crazy night you shared. “Something wrong?” He placed a hand on your shoulder.

“No, no. just been thinking”. You stuttered.

“About last night?” You nodded. “You regret?” He asked.

“No, it’s not that”. You paused trying to find a way to explain what you were feeling. “I just don’t know if it will affect our way of living”. You finally said.

“It depends on you”. he pinched your jaw lifting your face. “As much as I would like to get more, I would totally understand if you prefer it never happens again”. His hand held your face softly as he followed. “I’m not gonna lie, I have had my eye on you ever since the first time you walked in. I’m not only hungry for your touch and the feeling of having you pressed against me. I also like your personality and the way you consider things. I love talking to you and being around you”. his thumb brushed against your now burning cheek. “But as I said to you, it’s up to you. I promise I’d respect your decision”.

Unable to find the right words to put on your feelings, you stood on the tip of your toes and pressed your lips to his. Before pulling away he brought you closer for another sweet kiss. “Is this a yes?”

You beamed at him. “I would love to have as much as possible. 'cause I’m just as hungry for you”. noticing the way his eyes gleamed with mischief you blushed. “Not only in that way”. You mumbled. “I find you pretty interesting and fun to be around”. You drifted your eyes back on him. “I sort of had a crush on you for a while now”. Your cheeks grew redder and warmer as you confessed your feelings.

He pressed you against him with one hand over your head. “Then be mine”. His tone was soft.

Your arms slowly looped around his lean body. “I’m already yours”. You whispered against his chest smiling fondly.

#eren jaeger #eren #eren x reader #eren yeager x reader #eren fluff #eren aot #eren yeager fanfiction #eren attack on titan #eren x reader smut #eren x reader fluff #eren x y/n #eren x you #eren fanfiction #eren yeager #eren yeager smut #eren yeager x you #eren yeager x reader smut #eren jeager smut #eren jeager x reader #eren jeager fluff #eren jeager x y/n #eren jeager #eren jeager x reader smut #eren jeager x reader fluff #attack on titan #attack on titan fanfiction #attack on titan x reader #aot smut #eren snk #snk smut

[hoppingonjim]

ACTION ! - holland march + jackson healy x reader

summary: holland cannot resist but record you getting eaten out by mr healy.

cw: oral (f receiving), afab!reader, mention of thickness around thighs, recording, cuck?? idk holland likes watching you be a mess, 3some somewhat, aspects of dom&sub. dom!jackson healy. dom!holland march. sub!reader. mocking/degrading kink.

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his recording is driving you mad.

ever since his partner had been finding his way around your body with his tongue, he couldn't hit the stop button. for some reason, a reason he couldn't quite explain, it was incredibly sexy to watch you lose all control under someone else. especially jackson.

the brunette is forcing stars upon you with the way he thrusts his tongue in and out of your weeping pussy. with heavy eyelids you attempt to keep your gaze on the enforcer but it proves to be too difficult. lacking will-power, you allow your head to fall back. letting him have total control of over you. until soft fingers gripped your cheeks, imprinting on them before tugging your head to view jackson once again, “c'mon baby, don't you wanna watch what he's doing to you?”

aged fingers explore the gentleness of your thighs. clawing the supple skin and tugging, kneading the dough coarsely. the way you're rutting your hips like an animal in heat so desperately against his gaping mouth is enough for his cock to bulge against his jeans. aching to be touched.

keeping your eyes open for the working man is tough, but your real man eyes you as prey, ensuring your eyes don't close unless you're blinking. the sensations being thrown upon you are too much. with quivering legs and a weeping clit, you can feel your high wave close. the camera lingers in front of your face and hypnotizes you. the consistent flash kissing your irises only adds to the sudden sensations. jackson isn't letting up, his tongue reaching desperately for whatever he can. hopefully your g-spot. the thrusts he blows inside of your sopping slit are enough to already make you cum. but holland's above you, tauntingly peering down and devouring the helpless sight below him. licking his lips he encourages you to hold out longer. let jackson work some more of his magic.

except jackson's hands grow savage. nails dig into your hips and mark his terriorty on the thickness of your thighs. crescents littering your once chaste skin. the way his tongue abuses your clit suddenly is too much. it's all an overkill. your legs quiver as you let go, cumming hard and heavy for the muscle man beneath you.

“fuck, fuck yeah.. damn baby, keep fucking moaning oh fuck yeah, fuck you sound so pretty..” complementing his words is the slender movements of his fingers caressing your cheeks. his thumb moves to swipe the deserted strands of hair away from your dazzling eyes. like a hawk observing prey, narrowed eyes never fall from your sight. to him the melodic sounds pouring through your lips in the form of helpless cries. the mascara once twirling your lashes is suddenly clumping around the thin hairs. collecting around the waterline and smudging towards your undereye. there's no prettier sight in holland's eyes and he feels a need to point the camera obnoxiously into your face. your messy face.

lapping up all of your sweet cum, jackson pulls away with a hefty sigh, a curiosity twinkles in his eye as he stares at his associate, “so.. do i get to feel her for real now? i think she wants that, huh princess? you want that?” so badly you do. the man is strong, similar to your holland, but this one is rough. he's not suave. leather and brass share his stature, fighting over their own sections.

it's not completely your decision though. and that's the way you like it.

holland is only able to shake his head. within seconds he's ushering his, friend, out the door. towards the door. then out the door.

“think i want my girl to myself now jackson, uh buh bye .”

suddenly, hands fall down to his belt buckle. game on.

#holland march #holland march smut #holland march x reader #holland march x you #holland march x y/n #holland march fic #the nice guys #the nice guys fic #ryan gosling smut #ryan gosling fic #ryan gosling x reader #ryan gosling x you #ryan gosling x y/n #nasty smut #excuse me for this ty #jackson healy x reader #jackson healy smut #nice guys smut

[simplych3rry]

-Drunken Giggles-

Freddy Carter/Fem!Reader  Platonic Crows Cast x Fem!Reader

Description: Freddy takes care of his drunken friend crush after a party

(Request from @opheliaofficial07: Hello, can I request a Freddy Oneshot where reader is a friend of one of the cast members and they get drunk and Freddy takes care of them)

Warnings: drinking, nausea, headaches, vomiting, clubbing

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“And you’re completely sure this will be fine?” Y/N questioned, running her finger along the edge of the gift bag.

“Yes!” Jack exclaimed for the millionth time that day. “He will love it, I swear,” 

“And you’re sure it’s okay for me to come along?” She asked yet again, leaning back against the passenger seat staring at her best friend as he drove.

“Yes Y/N, they all loved you, I swear,” he glanced at her before turning his eyes back to the road. “Now hush before I crash this car,” 

She snickered, rolling her eyes, before turning up the volume on the radio station currently playing as her and Jack sang along to the cheesy pop songs blasting from the speaker. 

Jack Wolfe had been her best friend since nursery she supposed. She couldn’t remember life without him. They had been there for each other forever. He was practically her brother if you thought about it. 

She had been over the moon when he was cast as Wylan Van Eck in Netflix’s upcoming show ‘Shadow and Bone’ and even more delighted when he recently introduced her to his cast mates, which was only fitting as he wanted his new found family his own sister.

They all, naturally, loved her. With her witty jokes and dazzling smile, she was a hit and blended in seamlessly with them despite not even being on the show alongside them. 

Freddy, in particular, had paid close attention to this beautiful girl and couldn’t keep his mind off her since. 

So now, she had been invited to Kit’s birthday party and was freaking out constantly asking Jack for his reassurance that she wasn’t going to be awkward there and that she would be fine. 

It wasn’t that she was nervous about seeing them again, well maybe only Freddy, but she felt like an intruder. Trying to mix in with an already established group.

She watched as Jack reversed into a parking space and switched off the engine, before opening the car door. 

Quickly checking her appearance in the overhead mirror, she grabbed the bag in one hand and her purse in the other before swinging open the door and stepping out into the cool breeze. 

She shut the door behind her with a bang and smoothed down her silky dress. 

She and Jack walked side by side to Kit’s chosen club of the night. The sun was beginning to set and, since it was late October in England, it was already freezing.

“Remember to call a taxi on the way back,” he reminded her, flicking her with his finger.

“Yes, dad,” she groaned, smacking his hand away, laughing

She ran her hands up and down and her arms trying to keep herself warm as they neared the club. 

The line was relatively short at this time so they got to the front fast enough. 

They flashed the bouncer their ID’s before stepping inside. 

As soon as the door shut behind them they immediately lifted their hands to their eyes trying to block out the colourful ribbons of light shooting out from every direction possible. 

Loud music filled their ears as they turned to look at eachother. 

The dance floor was completely packed with bodies already so it was hard to see anyone in this dim light.

Y/N turned to scan the crowd and noticed a certain brunette boy smiling at his friends. 

“Look, there’s Freddy,” she said, raising her voice over the crowd even though she doubted she was heard. 

She pointed in their direction and took Jack’s hand to make sure he followed her. 

She wove her way around several bodies, grinding to the beat, or flailing their arms around, almost spilling drinks, before reaching her intended destination. 

She leaned forward to tap on Freddy’s shoulder but as if sensing her arrival, he turned before she could actually make contact with him.

She did an awkward little half wave with that arm before lowering it.

“Hi,” she said, smiling. 

“Hello," he returned the smile.

She was just about to open her mouth before Danielle crashed into her, hugging her tight. 

“Hi Dani!” She giggled, hugging her back. 

She took turns greeting the rest of the cast in similar fashion before turning to Kit.

“Happy Birthday!” She beamed, thrusting the gift bag forward. “I hope you like it,” 

He gave her a hug and thanked her for the gift and coming along too. 

Just then Calahan and Jack returned with a tray of drinks, everyone turning to grab one. 

Let the party begin.

*****

Somehow, one drink turned into about five. 

Well, six by the time Y/N finished gulping down the glass before joining Kit back on the dance floor

By now she was completely drunk.

As were many of her friends around her. 

Kit and Y/N were drunkenly dancing, Dani and Amita had taken to loudly laughing at every little thing. 

Only Cal, Freddy had remained sober enough, only downing a drink or two. 

Jack had left earlier as he told her he had to see his dog? Or was it his mum? Y/N couldn't remember.

 The alcohol blurred her thoughts together as she continued dancing.

Eventually, she all but tumbled, very ungracefully, into the seat next to Freddy, pacing just one last shot. 

“Easy, easy,” he laughed, warmly, that sound wrapping around her like a blanket. 

She laughed back, looking up at him, captured by his outrageously gorgeous eyes. 

She leaned forward, a bit boldly, to brush away a strand of hair stuck to his eyelid. He blushed at the contact but it was quite dark so she wouldn’t have seen it. 

“Thanks,” he replied but Y/N was already bounding off towards Kit and Dani, who was slow dancing with Amita, again.

He smiled at her dark hair, wildly flicking everywhere and how carefree she looked while dancing.

If only she knew how much he liked her.

*****

“Doing alright love?”

Y/N looked up at the sound of his familiar voice, shivering in the late fall chill. 

“Helloooooooo,” she replied, staring into his eyes and leaning against the brick wall, furiously rubbing her hands down her arms for some warmth but to no avail.

Almost everyone had gone home now but Y/N seemed to have forgotten her phone in Jack's car before they left so she was stuck here, drunk and cold, with no way home. 

“And who's coming to get you?” He asked, looking around at the street as she was alone outside and it was dark, not the safest of situations.

“I c-cant finnnnnd my phooooooneee,” she hiccuped, looking around her bag again even though she had checked like a million times. 

“Oh,” his brows furrowed. 

He couldn’t leave her here alone, not while she was drunk. 

“I can drop you off,” he offered, searching her face for her reaction. He never would have said it if it wasn’t for the way she was shivering, or maybe it was the drunken smile on her face, the way she still looked perfect despite her current situation. 

They had both been dancing around the flames of their attraction, not wanting to ruin their friendship and also completely oblivious to the obvious spark there.

He should’ve just ordered her a taxi but whatever. He cared for her. 

Besides, she probably wouldn’t remember this tomorrow.

She nodded aggressively in agreement and bounded off towards the car park.

He laughed before calling, “Wrong way!” 

She turned on her heel, remarkably fast for someone who was wearing heels, and let Freddy lead them on. 

At some point, and she could not remember when, her feet had gotten so sore she ended up leaning on Freddy, with his arm draped around her protectively. 

She was obviously shivering and he felt a slight twinge in his chest. 

“Here,” he said, shrugging off his jacket, “Wear this,” he draped it over her shoulder so she would at least have some protection.

She sighed in relief and thanked him before hiccuping again. 

He was absolutely freezing but the smile on her face warmed him up just fine.

He sensed the paparazzi would obviously show up soon enough and it was bad enough that Y/N was in this state so he didn’t look around for the occasional flash and focused on getting Y/N to the car quickly before she did something that would end up on tabloids tomorrow.

After what seemed like an age, they finally neared his car, parked in a separate car park a couple of minutes away.

He made her lean against the car frame as he opened the passenger seat for her. 

He helped her in and gently shut the door, making his way around to the driver's side. 

He settled in and slammed the door shut with him, sheltering himself from the cruel cold. 

He rubbed his hands together before starting the engine and turning on the heater. 

He looked over at Y/N who was leaning against the window, smiling, in her own world. 

He gently tapped her on the leg to get her attention. 

“What’s your address?” He asked as she turned around to face him.

She rattled off her address as he keyed it into his sat-nav and buckled herself in.

He slightly raised the volume of the radio station playing so it could fill in the awkward silence as he set down the road. 

“So…” he cleared his throat. “Have a nice night?” He asked awkwardly. 

He wasn’t really sure what to say. 

“Y-yeah,” she hiccuped. “Ffffffabuloussss,”

He laughed warmly as the conversation grew a bit smoother as the journey continued.

Soon enough, they reached her apartment complex as he parked outside. 

He turned off the engine and looked over at her, she was slightly snoring. 

His lips tipped up in a smile knowing that she was comfortable enough with him to fall asleep.

He opened his car door and got out, rounding the car to her side and opening it. 

He nudged her gently, trying to slowly awaken her.

 “Y/N,” he murmured, “we’re here,” 

She opened her eyes and blinked confusedly in his direction for a second before recognition flickered in her eyes. 

He helped her out of the car and blipped it shut behind him. 

They made their way towards the entrance.

“Ugh, I’m g-going to chooooop my f-feet offfff,” she groaned, wincing in her heels. 

“That’s a bit dramatic,” he laughed but bent down and prised them off her feet. 

She practically moaned when her feet were flat on the lobby ground. 

He bent down slightly and stabilised his hand beneath her knee and armpits before scooping her up, not willing to let her walk on the dirty ground. 

She murmured her floor number and relaxed in his embrace and he thumbed the button and the lift ascended up. 

The building was practically silent at this time of night so nobody would see them anyway. 

As the lift doors opened and he stepped out, she pointed to which door was hers. 

He put her down for a moment, her heels still in his hands, as she fumbled around her purse for a key. 

Eventually, she found it and held it in her shaky grip and unlocked the door.

She all but stumbled inside, collapsing on her velvet couch with a ‘thump’. 

He shut the door behind him and placed her heels on the ground. 

He looked around at her flat, while it wasn’t in the best state it definitely suited her, he supposed. 

Chaotic yet beautiful. 

He supposed he should go now, now that she was home safely, but he didn’t really want to if he was honest.

“Well, night then,” he waved, turning around to the door. 

“Wait,” she exclaimed and shot up on the couch holding out a hand. 

His eyebrows furrowed and he turned around facing her. 

“Ssssstay, p-please, don’t l-leeeeeave me aloooone,” she slurred, clasping her hands, begging. 

“Are you sure?” He asked, uncertainly. 

She was drunk and wasn’t thinking right. 

“Yes!” She gasped as if it were the most obvious thing on this planet. 

He nodded and turned around towards the door again. 

“Wait! W-where arrrrreeee you goinnnng?” She hiccuped. 

“To lock the door,” he laughed, turning the key and hearing the satisfying click. 

She sunk back into the couch and just lay there. 

He laughed as she started snoring softly again. 

He pushed open a door which he was correct in assuming was her bedroom. 

The sheets slightly ruffled as if made in a rush, an overflowing makeup case strewn on her desk, clothes hanging from railings. 

He pulled back the bedsheets and went back to the living room and scooped the sleeping beauty up. He lay her onto her bed, taking off the jacket, and pulled the duvet over her. 

He supposed her dress wasn't the comfiest thing to sleep in but he didn’t want to invade her privacy like that. 

He grabbed the water bottle beside her bed and filled it up with fresh water for her incase she woke up thirsty. 

He also dragged a bin beside her incase she threw up. 

He smiled softly to himself as she had already made herself comfy in her bed. 

He flicked off the light and shut the door, leaving it fractionally open. 

He looked around for a couple minutes before he found a spare blanket and he made himself comfy on her couch. 

He lay awake thinking of the day's events and what led up to this before sleep began to overtake him too. 

His eyes flickered open and shut as he listened to the sleeping girl in the other room, his breath subconsciously matching hers.

*****

“Bleuch,” she heaved into the bin.

Perfect start to the morning really.

She’d woken up with a pounding headache, the driest mouth, the sorest throat and the most aching body ever. Not to mention the nausea that had been rolling around her stomach since she’d finally gotten to her senses. 

God, she was never drinking again, she thought as she spewed into the bin again. 

Then she heard footsteps approaching her bedroom and she got confused.

Then flashbacks of last night hit her. Oh. It was Freddy. She had asked, no, begged him to stay. Fabulous. She threw up again.

The door tentatively opened and Freddy poked his head inside. 

When he saw that she was leaning over the bin, he stepped fully inside and rushed over to her.

“Are you doing okay?” He wrinkled his nose at the stench of vomit. 

Without lifting up her head, she gave him a thumbs up before falling back against the bed. 

“I am never drinking again,” she stated, voice hoarse. 

Jeez, how much did she actually drink to be this hungover.

He snorted, “How are you feeling?” He asked, but she instantly shushed him and he forgot how loud he might sound to her. It felt like a jackhammer drilling into her skull. “Sorry,” he whispers.

“Like I’ve been run over. By a truck,” she groans. Wincing, because everything hurt.   

He went over to the window and pulled the blinds up about a quarter way, so the room was still dark enough, then opened the window to get some fresh air in here. 

“Why don’t you go shower?” He mused, seeing her rumpled state. Hair matted to her forehead, face pale with nausea. 

“I think I’m just going to wait here,” she winced, eyes shut. 

“For what?” He scrunched his nose in confusion.

“Sleep? Death? I don’t know,” 

He chucked before telling her again: “Go on, shower,”

“That’s if I can even stand,” she muttered before weakly swinging her legs over the bed frame and pushing herself up, grasping onto her headboard. 

Freddy stepped forward, grasping her arms and helping her up. 

He wrapped an arm around her and helped her hobble to the bathroom.

She smiled at him gratefully and locked the door as he stepped back. 

She heard his retreating footsteps and she limped over to the sink and almost had an aneurysm at the sight in the mirror.

She looked dreadful. Her eyes widened alarmingly. How hadn’t Freddy ran away yet? 

She groaned quietly. Her eyes were so bloodshot ,that it was genuinely scary, which stuck out even more on her extremely pale face. Her hair was matted in all kinds of ways which made her wonder if she would ever be able to detangle it. Her makeup was smudged and sticky and her party dress was all rumpled. 

She stripped off everything in record time and practically cried in relief when that cool water hit her skin.

Meanwhile, after he had cleaned out her bin and replaced it, Freddy set to making breakfast for them. He had settled on a simple avocado on toast for Y/N seeing as she couldn’t stomach much anyway. 

For himself, he decided on scrambled eggs and started making them. 

The eggs hit the pan in a sizzle and he started to smile to himself as he heard Y/N humming in the other room, sure it was tuneless and random but he loved seeing her comfortable around him.

As he plated the eggs and placed them on her small dining table, he heard the shower turn off and the bathroom door open.

He scoffed down his breakfast in record time, not haven eaten dinner from the night before. 

When he finished he washed his plate and left it in the rack for drying. 

He gave her a few more minutes before picking up her breakfast and walked to her bedroom door. 

“Come in,” she said, voice hoarse. 

He opened the door and crossed over the dim room to her bed and lowered the plate beside her.

“I’m not hungry,” she sighs.

He frowns before raising his eyebrows, “You need to eat,”

“No,” 

“Yes,”

She stuck her tongue out at him before grabbing the plate and taking a small tentative bite. 

Then she let out a soft sound of pleasure: “Oh this is so good,” she moaned, crumbs dropping to her bed frame which she brushed away.

“Stubborn woman,” he muttered, smiling.

“What did you say?” She raised her eyebrow.

“Nothing, nothing,” he chuckled, and felt himself blushing. 

“Better be,” she smiled back, heat creeping up her face, invisible in the dark room. 

*****

They were both sitting on the sofa watching a movie, despite Freddy’s half hearted arguments that he should leave now, when someone knocked on the door. 

He placed his empty soup bowl on the table. 

Freddy looked at Y/N before he got up and walked to the door.

Y/N paused the TV and turned her attention to the door, curious to see who was there. 

Freddy pulled it open, only to find Jack standing there. 

“Oh,” Jack gasped, double-taking over Freddy’s frame before his eyes widened. “Hi,”

Freddy’s face went red, not expecting any of their friends to see them like this.

“It's not what it looks like Jack,” Y/N tried to call but her voice cracked half-way through the sentence. 

“I’m here to drop off Y/N’s phone,” he explained, handing it over to Freddy, amusement lighting his eyes, this was unexpected. “She left it in my car,”

“Thanks,” Freddy smiled, not knowing what else to say at this moment.

“Well I’ll leave you guys too it,” he smiled, waving them both goodbye and instantly pulling out his phone as he started down the hall, no doubt to tell the group. 

Freddy waved him off awkwardly and shut the door behind him. 

He turned back to Y/N sniggering on the sofa like a child. 

“Oh shut up,” he rolled his eyes, handing her her phone back.

“You look so embarrassed,” she laughed.

“I'm not,” he countered, laughing along with her. 

She pressed play on the movie and they both settled back down to watch it.

Eventually, she had shuffled right close to Freddy, leaning against him with his arm around her. 

She looked up at him and whispered in his ear even though there was no one around. 

“Thanks for nursing me back to health,” 

He looked down at her face and pushed a strand of hair back, smiling back. 

“Anytime,”

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