#The Swarm Season 1

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The Swarm Episode 8 Season Finale Preview via @stacyamiller85 @TheCW #TheSwarm

The Swarm premieres September 12, 2023 on The CW . Continue reading Untitled

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#Episode 8 Season 1 #season finale #The Swarm Season 1

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#the swarm #the swarm episode 4 #the swarm exclusive clip #ecological thriller #the swarm season 1

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SWARM (2023) Running Scared - 1x4 dir. Ibra Ake.

#icons #tv shows icons #billie eilish #billie eilish icons #swarm #swarm icons #swarmedit #swarm amazon #swarm 2023 #swarm season 1 #tvedit #icons without psd #twitter icons #cinematv #actresses icons #tvshowsedit #tvandfilm

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i love it when my high school gives my address to the marines <33 love it when our predatory military sends me propaganda to try and get me to voluntarily give up even more information to them <3333

#got sent a letter today for Free Marines Merch #and all you had to do was give them all your information and also sign up a friend without telling them :)))) #it's so fuckin awful #we're entering recruiting season though so they're gonna be swarming my school even more pretty soon #im starting a tally of how many times some military freak tries to recruit me whether that's in person or via phone or physical mail #so far we're at 1 this season! we'll see how many we get to this time #fuck the military <3

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Swarming Attack

Season 1, Episode 12

aka The One Where Love Stings

SmashGenesis: Here we go again! As Kamo helpfully pointed out to me, the title for this episode could technically mean "Stinging Attack" but I thought "Swarming" would sound more menacing.

Another fun translation tidbit is Sissi's joke about Ulrich not needing a coat for the winter. In the French, she's playing on a common phrase: "se prendre une veste," which literally means to put on a jacket, but actually means to mess up, strike out, make a fool of yourself, etc. Rendering that in English while still setting up her joke about not catching a cold was, uh... challenging, to say the least.

Anyway, please enjoy!

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#Code Lyoko #Lyoko #subtitles #fansubs #fansubbing #Carthage Subbing #season 1 #episode 12 #Swarming Attack

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Blast the Book of Genesis, Chapter 1 from the Bible so we can finally know what was the first creature God created.

[1:1] In the beginning when God created the heavens and the earth,

[1:2] the earth was a formless void and darkness covered the face of the deep, while a wind from God swept over the face of the waters.

[1:3] Then God said, "Let there be light"; and there was light.

[1:4] And God saw that the light was good; and God separated the light from the darkness.

[1:5] God called the light Day, and the darkness he called Night. And there was evening and there was morning, the first day.

[1:6] And God said, "Let there be a dome in the midst of the waters, and let it separate the waters from the waters."

[1:7] So God made the dome and separated the waters that were under the dome from the waters that were above the dome. And it was so.

[1:8] God called the dome Sky. And there was evening and there was morning, the second day.

[1:9] And God said, "Let the waters under the sky be gathered together into one place, and let the dry land appear." And it was so.

[1:10] God called the dry land Earth, and the waters that were gathered together he called Seas. And God saw that it was good.

[1:11] Then God said, "Let the earth put forth vegetation: plants yielding seed, and fruit trees of every kind on earth that bear fruit with the seed in it." And it was so.

[1:12] The earth brought forth vegetation: plants yielding seed of every kind, and trees of every kind bearing fruit with the seed in it. And God saw that it was good.

[1:13] And there was evening and there was morning, the third day.

[1:14] And God said, "Let there be lights in the dome of the sky to separate the day from the night; and let them be for signs and for seasons and for days and years,

[1:15] and let them be lights in the dome of the sky to give light upon the earth." And it was so.

[1:16] God made the two great lights - the greater light to rule the day and the lesser light to rule the night - and the stars.

[1:17] God set them in the dome of the sky to give light upon the earth,

[1:18] to rule over the day and over the night, and to separate the light from the darkness. And God saw that it was good.

[1:19] And there was evening and there was morning, the fourth day.

[1:20] And God said, "Let the waters bring forth swarms of living creatures, and let birds fly above the earth across the dome of the sky."

[1:21] So God created the great sea monsters and every living creature that moves, of every kind, with which the waters swarm, and every winged bird of every kind. And God saw that it was good.

[1:22] God blessed them, saying, "Be fruitful and multiply and fill the waters in the seas, and let birds multiply on the earth."

[1:23] And there was evening and there was morning, the fifth day.

[1:24] And God said, "Let the earth bring forth living creatures of every kind: cattle and creeping things and wild animals of the earth of every kind." And it was so.

[1:25] God made the wild animals of the earth of every kind, and the cattle of every kind, and everything that creeps upon the ground of every kind. And God saw that it was good.

[1:26] Then God said, "Let us make humankind in our image, according to our likeness; and let them have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the birds of the air, and over the cattle, and over all the wild animals of the earth, and over every creeping thing that creeps upon the earth."

[1:27] So God created humankind in his image, in the image of God he created them; male and female he created them.

[1:28] God blessed them, and God said to them, "Be fruitful and multiply, and fill the earth and subdue it; and have dominion over the fish of the sea and over the birds of the air and over every living thing that moves upon the earth."

[1:29] God said, "See, I have given you every plant yielding seed that is upon the face of all the earth, and every tree with seed in its fruit; you shall have them for food.

[1:30] And to every beast of the earth, and to every bird of the air, and to everything that creeps on the earth, everything that has the breath of life, I have given every green plant for food." And it was so.

[1:31] God saw everything that he had made, and indeed, it was very good. And there was evening and there was morning, the sixth day.

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Closest match: Naumovozyma dairenensis CBS 421 chromosome 11, complete genome Common name: Budding yeast

(I could not find an image of this organism, so here is an image of Naumovozyma castellii instead.)

#tumblr genetics #genetics #asks #requests #sent to me #christianity #yeast #long post #such a massive post for absolutely no payoff LMAO

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Kinkmas (1) Tis The Season For...Love?

Natasha X Reader 18+

Summary- After stressing out over a gift you were giving to your long term crush, it seems that it really is the season for miracles to happen.

Word Count- 5.5K

Warnings/Tags: Friends to lovers, Fluff, Secret Santa, Mistletoe, 18+ Smut, Soft Smut, Fingering (R receiving), Multiple Orgasms, Tribbing, Confessions, Implied Dom Natasha/Sub Reader

Kinkmas Masterlist

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Christmas music softly spilled from the speakers placed around the living area in the compound, the festive spirit wrapping around the room like a warm, cosy blanket, a joyful and carefree atmosphere taking over everyone despite celebrating the event ridiculously early. It was only December fifth yet it was Christmas in the Avenger's household to accommodate everyone at once; Thor having to leave earth soon, Clint wanting to spend the festive season with his family along with Tony who was planning an extravagant Christmas for Morgan, resulting in everyone to revel in the season of joy earlier than usual. Well, almost everyone.

Your body practically buzzed with nerves and anxiety as your body refused to melt against the impossibly soft cushion behind you, Wanda's body relaxed next to your tense one as she sent you a soft, reassuring smile, able to feel the sheer worry inside your mind.

"Relax," she whispers teasingly, your best friend knowing of your current predicament. "I'm sure she's going to love it, don't worry about it," she adds with a softer tone, her arm wrapping around your tense shoulders, pulling you against her body and under the the festive blanket she managed to find, the fluffy and welcoming fabric helping you attempt to try and get snug on the sofa, but how could you possibly relax with what was about to happen?

Secret Santa was officially your least favourite thing about Christmas.

It all started when you pulled out the small slip of paper out of Tony's helmet, your eyes widening at the name you pulled out.

Natasha Romanoff

You just had to get the woman who was notorious for being impossible to buy gifts for, not a single person in the team able to get her a present that she was amazed at. It wasn't that she was rude about what others got her, no, she was always polite and accepting of the gift but you always saw that glint in her eye of wanting a present that was truly heartfelt, something that screamed, 'I got this because it reminded me of you', not something bought off the shelf that she might like.

You also just had to get the woman who you may or not have had the smallest, most miniscule, microscopic crush on. It wasn't like your entire body yearned to feel her arms wrapped around your torso in a gentle, caring embrace, hear the angelic sound of her laughter, body shaking against yours as she tried to stifle the noise, to see her eyes light up in a way that shows she knows she's loved by someone, by you.

Seemingly able to feel your gaze on her, Natasha's head turned to look at you, a soft, carefree smile playing on her lips as she met your brief gaze, your eyes naturally flickering away, cheeks tinting pink in embarrassment and nerves. You could feel your heart beating wildly in your chest at the fleeting look, butterflies swarming in your stomach so much you thought that you would just combust in the festive blanket next to Wanda, the witch next to you shaking her head playfully at your awkward and shy manner.

"She's about to open it," Wanda murmurs, your head instantly raising from away the blanket, watching attentively as Steve carefully handed the neatly wrapped present to the redhead, her fingers wrapping around the item and pulling it towards her, that gentle but teasing smirk written across her face. Her eyes looked at the shape of the present, a small warmth filling her chest at the handwriting on the label, the spy already able to figure out who it was from as she looked up at the rest of the room, eyes meeting yours.

"This better not be another box of chocolates," Natasha teases, a slight rasp to her voice as her gaze reluctantly leaves you, searching for Tony who's slumped over a seat, a smile taking over his lips as he chuckles.

"It was gourmet chocolate," he argues in defence, "And it was in the shape of us all, what wasn't there to love?" His usual sarcasm comes out, Natasha rolling her eyes at him, remembering the Avenger chocolate box he somehow managed to find somewhere for her present last year, the redhead not even that big a fan of chocolate.

She merely hums in response, her fingers deftly unwrapping the gift, your eyes trained on her as she peeled away the festive paper, the action seemingly lasting forever. The thirty seconds felt like thirty minutes, your fingers anxiously playing with one another as you gauged her reaction, wanting to impress her and get her something she loved. She deserved it.

Emerald green softened as she revealed the present underneath, her smile stretching that little bit wider as she recognised what the gift was, eyes flickering up to meet yours. It was as if time stopped when she held your gaze, a glint of appreciation and gratefulness swirling in the pools of enchanting green, a hidden glint of love in them unknown to you along with a flood of warmth consuming the redhead's chest at the care and effort you put into the gift.

"It's beautiful," she murmurs in response, looking back down at the framed piece of artwork you had drawn for her, your cheeks tinting a darker shade at her praise.

The piece was of Russian scenery the two of you had encountered on a mission together, your mind replaying the moment with the redhead as you paused in your journey to gaze over the picturesque setting, Natasha confessing to you that she loved little areas like this: little spectacles hidden away for people to stumble across.

"It's just so... so peaceful," she whispered in awe as the two of you admired the endless stretch of mountain terrain, various plants and animals thriving in the distance, the nature lower down contrastingly vibrant to the snow-capped mountains, the gentle rays of the sun illuminating the view perfectly while the moment brought the two of you closer together.

You were snapped out of the brief memory by Wanda nudging your shoulder, smile wide and teasing as Natasha thanked you once again before Tony interrupted, making another sarcastic comment about how a miniature Black widow chocolate would have been a far better gift, a soft laugh leaving you as Clint threw a candy cane at the billionaire to shut him up, wanting to open his present next.

Unbeknown to you, as you focussed on Clint, Natasha kept her gaze on you, smile tender and soft, fingers tracing over the frame that had 'peaceful' engraved on it, her heart fluttering a little in her chest as she couldn't deny her feelings anymore.

She'd fallen for you.

***

After the secret Santa event had finished, you found yourself alone in the kitchen, attempting to steal one of Wanda's freshly baked cookies without her noticing as they were just so delicious, a soft chuckle making you freeze, cookie half in your mouth.

Sheepishly, you turned around to see who had caught you in the act, cheeks tinting pink once again at the sight of Natasha smiling endearingly at you, slowly strolling towards you as you bit into the cookie, hoping she wouldn't tell on you to Wanda.

"So you're the cookie thief," she whispers in a playful tone, smile widening at the shy laugh that left you as you shrugged your shoulders nonchalantly, trying to play it off.

"I don't know what you mean," you faux innocence in your voice as you watch how she moves to lean against the countertop opposite you, her arms bracing her body upright, your eyes naturally going towards her arms as they flexed slightly, a brief wave of arousal flowing through you at the sight before you flicker your gaze back to the humoured green.

"Mhmm, sure you don't," she murmurs sarcastically, pushing herself off the countertop and stopping right in front of you, her arm brushing yours as she reaches past you for a cookie, the proximity of you both making your breath hitch, her sweet perfume invading your senses, mind trying to process what was happening as all you could currently focus on was her.

"I won't tell if you don't either," her tone amused as she noticed how you smiled at her action, chuckling at her words and nodding in agreement, not wanting Wanda to threaten you with no more sweet treats, her baking skills just far too superior to give up.

"I won't tell," you whisper back, a comfortable and peaceful atmosphere filling the kitchen as you both finish off the heavenly snack before the witch could catch you in the act, Natasha then speaking up, gaining all of your attention as usual.

"Thank you for the present," her tone is nothing but soft and gentle, your smile widening at her expression, "I love it."

"I'm glad you like it. You deserved something special," you confess shyly, the gaze lingering as you both seemingly get lost in each other's eyes, the enticing green naturally drawing you in, the various shades luring you to keep gazing softly at her.

"I-" she pauses in her words when the both of you notice an object wrapped in red tendrils floating towards you, your cheeks a similar colour to Wanda's magic as you notice the piece of mistletoe that was now hanging above the two of you.

Panic and excitement seemed to fill you while relief flooded through the redhead as it was the perfect time to show how she felt towards you, already confident on how you'd react based on your not so subtle crush on her.

"You don't have to, I'm sure Wanda's just-" you ramble in case she was uncomfortable but the feeling of her hands softly cupping your cheeks makes you stop, her teeth biting down on her lower lip subtly at how adorable she found you.

"Is this ok?" she murmurs, her lips mere inches from yours as she looks into your eyes for an answer, thumbs brushing your cheeks softly.

"Yes," you sigh out, having dreamed of this moment, before tilting your head up slightly to meet her lips for the soft kiss, eyes fluttering shut as you savoured the moment. Her lips slotted perfectly against yours, her body moving closer as her hands remained cupping your cheeks, the brief kiss nothing but soft and intimate as you both pulled back from it, her lips tugging up into a smile as you eventually opened your eyes to meet hers.

Your whole body yearned to experience that again, a buzz of excitement flowing through you while joy consumed your entire body, lips stretching into a wide smile as Natasha remained close to your body, not having moved away completely.

The mistletoe above your head seems to explode into a small bundle of red tendrils in celebration, sparks of Wanda's magic gently floating around the two of you as you shake your head at your best friend's antics, thanking her in your head for her playing cupid.

"I've been wanting to do that for a while," Natasha murmurs, her fingers delicately brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear, amused at how flustered the action made you as your eyes flicker between her lips and eyes.

"Really?" you ask, almost surprised by her confession as the redhead nods in response, unable to stop the smile that creeps back onto her face.

"Really," she reassures you, your hands hesitantly going to her waist, holding her close.

"Me too," you whisper back, her arms leaving your face and mirroring your action, holding onto your waist as her face lowered once again.

"Yeah? I think we should have another one then," you softly chuckled at her words, obliging and giving into them, claiming her lips once again in a tender manner, a smile engraved on your lips as you lost yourself in the feeling of her body pressed up against yours.

"Good idea," you murmur after the two of you reluctantly pull back from the intimate kiss, her eyes gazing softly into yours before flickering back down to your lips, already addicted to you.

"Would you like to go to dinner with me tomorrow night?" Her voice a soft whisper with how close you were, not wanting to speak any louder and disrupt the tranquil and peaceful atmosphere wrapped around the two of you. You didn't think it was possible to smile any wider, breaking out into a toothy grin as the butterflies in your stomach returned, excitement coursing through your body at what was actually happening, mind slowly catching up. Natasha Romanoff, the woman you'd been crushing on forever for just kissed you and asked you out for dinner, emotions and thoughts swarming through your mind.

"I'd love to," you say, not hiding how excited you were, her lips pressing a soft kiss to your cheek as relief floods through her at your response, her mind imagining various different plans on where to take you and how to make the night special before the sound of the rest of the team caught your attention, your moment being interrupted.

"I'll meet you outside your room at six?" she asks, stealing one more cookie and breaking it in half for you, your heart melting at the action, her already able to seemingly read your mind and what you wanted.

"Six," you confirm, reaching out for her hand tentatively, the redhead squeezing it back in response before walking back into the main room with you, smiles plastered on your faces.

***

Sticking true to her words, Natasha made your night perfect, in fact, she made the next couple of weeks perfect. The redhead planned the date to the last detail, even in the short amount of time she had to prepare, taking you to a small local Italian restaurant that was nice and quiet, the food one of your favourites and the place extremely cosy and welcoming which you absolutely adored. After the delicious meal that was followed by a rich desert shared between the two of you, she took you for a casual stroll through the snow that started to fall gracefully from the darkening sky, offering you her scarf in the bitter wind and helping you wrap it around your neck, cheeks the same colour as her hair as she smirked at you all wrapped up and flustered. The smell of her sweet perfume adorned the scarf, your nose buried in the fabric to fight off the cold that didn't affect her as she was 'Russian and could handle it', despite the tip of her nose tinting red, the smell of her resulting in a sense of safety and joy to bubble in your chest as she continued to walk you till you reached a small local park already decorated for Christmas.

The two of you strolled like a couple in a romantic film through the beautifully light park, various Christmas lights wrapped around tree trunks and branches, illuminating the park in a gentle glow, the snowflakes glistening in the light, your eyes amazed by the beautiful scenery. You smiled a little under her scarf as you glanced at her by your side, arms brushing as you walked, a little surprised at how romantic the woman seemed to be, the thought of her thinking carefully about the date making your heart beat wildly in your chest at how perfect she was. To make your chest fill with more warmth and affection, her hand eventually took a hold of yours, almost shyly as she made sure you were ok with it before interlocking your fingers, squeezing gently and continuing to walk with you through the park, hand in hand.

To top it all off, she stopped in an empty area of the park and whispered sweet words to you, eyes softening at the caring expression written across your face as she asked you if she could kiss you, your head nodding instantly, her hands moving to unwrap your scarf momentarily so she could press her lips to yours, cold fingertips resting against your cheeks, both of your eyes fluttering close to savour the moment, love bubbling within both of you. This was the start of something special.

After that night, the two of you seemed to be inseparable most of the time, you especially wanting to be clingy with the redhead as the array of emotions you felt in her presence were just so addictive, your body constantly craving for her. The two of you easily slipped into a natural relationship, small acts meaning a lot to the both of you.

Natasha loved it when you simply just accompanied her while she finished off mission reports, her back against the headboard, laptop in her lap as your body leaned slightly against her, occupied with something else but still with her. Your favourite thing with her was when you'd show her your favourite films, dragging her into bed with you and cuddling into her body, teasing her about how soft she secretly was as she grumbled she wasn't 'soft', despite it being abundantly clear she was with you, your body eventually falling asleep snuggled against her with the film still playing.

However, a joint favourite were the moments you'd spend together in bed, lips moving against one another's in a sensual manner, the two of you going slow with this aspect of your relationship until now.

It was Christmas Eve and after having persuaded the redhead to leave her work alone for a bit, enticing her with the promise of kisses, she joined you on the bed, effortlessly straddling your waist, fingers threading through your hair and playing with the loose strands at the back of your neck, eyes gradually flickering over all of your features, admiring them before lowering her face marginally.

It feels like you're waiting an eternity until she lowers her face even more, her lips barely putting any pressure on yours as they briefly brush over them. Your eyes flutter close when you feel her hands cup your jaw, waiting for her to kiss you, to crash her lips to yours, to do anything at this point as you just wait, wait and wait.

When she feels like she's savoured the moment enough, she kisses you. She kisses you like she's been starved of your lips forever; it's hot, it's desperate, it's passionate. It's everything you wanted it to be. You can't do anything but melt into her touch, hand clutching at her waist to ground yourself as all you can think of is her lips moving against yours, her body pressed up against yours, her soft fingers threading through your hair, just her.

A soft moan leaves you at the intensity of the kiss, heat immediately taking over your body, her touch burning into your skin as arousal pools between your legs at the feeling of her lips moving against yours, a sensual sigh escaping her as you pull back from the kiss, eyes darkening with desire as you peer up into the green.

Your lips peck hers in between laboured breaths, her hands moving to your shoulders, gliding them down your back, her mouth taking control of the kiss as she slides her tongue into yours, earning another sinful noise out of you.

You're lost for words as her hands gently push your body down, hers pressing into yours as you lay flat on the soft mattress, her mouth persistent against yours while her hands venture across your body, driving you delirious with desire.

"Nat," you pant out when she lets her kisses move to your jaw, making her way along your jawline and down your neck, smirking against the skin at your affected tone, teeth scraping the column of your throat making your hips buck against her knee that's moved in between your legs. "Fuck, please," you groan out, fingers threading through her hair, ruffling her red locks slightly by pulling her head back up for another intimate but desperate kiss, passion and love being poured into it from both of you, mouths moving slower against each other to savour the intimacy of it.

While your mouths move together in a perfect rhythm, her hands slide down your body, reaching the hoodie you've stolen from her and slip under it, her mouth parting from yours briefly.

"Is this ok Detka?" she murmurs affectionately, eyes gazing into yours tenderly as she waits for your permission, your lips stretching into a smile as you loved how caring she was, your head tilting up to reach her lips, pressing them against hers with a smile which she reciprocates.

"Yes," you sigh out, her hands deftly sliding her item of clothing off you, eyes raking over the exposed skin, your hands going to her shirt, pulling on the bottom of it and asking the same question.

Her body moves so she's back to straddling you briefly, her hands reaching down to the hem of her shirt, pulling the shirt off teasingly slow, amused by how entranced you were, hands reaching out for her soft, smooth skin.

"You're so..." you trail off, her body lowering to be pressed against yours, her eyebrow raising in expectation as she waits for you to finish your sentence, too busy focussing on the feeling of her warm body touching yours.

"So?" she pushes, one of her fingers trailing down your neck and lower, just hovering above your breasts, the action causing you to lose track of your thoughts as lust swirls in your eyes.

"Perfect. Beautiful. Mesmerising-" she cuts you off when you finally figure out the words to describe her sheer beauty, her cheeks slightly tinted red at your adoring tone, the compliments making her smile into the kiss as she lets her hands roam around your body, reaching the clasp of your bra and waiting for you to nod once again.

"Flirt," she chuckles out, unclasping your bra and tossing it onto the floor, your hands sliding up her body and mirroring the action, unclasping her bra and gaze instantly flickering down to her breasts that press into you as her body moves against yours. "You're divine Detka," she purrs, mouth at the shell of your ear, voice low and raspy sending a wave of arousal straight to your core, the heat intolerable.

"Nat, I need you, please," you whisper out, the redhead pulling back slightly so she could see your eyes, searching them to see if you truly meant it. Your hands interlock with hers, guiding one of them down your body to where the waistband of your joggers were to emphasise your point.

"Are you sure?" she asks softly, fingers sliding under the fabric briefly, not venturing any further as she wants you to be sure. She wants this moment to be special and intimate.

"I'm sure," you murmur back, face softening at her caring manner. "Now kiss me," you sigh out playfully, the redhead obliging in your demand and kissing you sensually, hands sliding your joggers off before returning to your clothed core, groaning at how wet you already were.

"You've been waiting so long for this, haven't you?" she whispers against your lips, the pad of her index finger slowly circling your clit through your drenched panties, a soft moan escaping you at the pleasure that slowly builds at her actions.

"So long," you reply honestly, her eyes gazing into your lust-filled ones, memorising your face as your mouth parts slightly as she trails a finger along your core, your hips bucking against her hand softly, "Please, I need you to touch me."

"I'll take care of you Detka, don't worry" her tone loving as she slides her fingers under the waistband of the lace you were wearing, pulling it down your legs at a torturous pace, mouth placing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your jaw as your head lolls back. "Tell me to stop and I will," she softly mumbles against your skin, one of her fingers sliding through your folds, gathering some of the abundance of arousal pooled between your legs, a soft, desperate noise leaving you at the feeling of finally being touched. Her free hand interlocks with one of yours, pinning it above your head gently as her lips mould against yours, stealing your breath away.

When her finger moves to circle your clit, pleasure sparks through your body, the intimacy of the moment adding to the arousal clouding your mind as a broken moan escapes you, the noise being swallowed by her mouth, Natasha smirking into the messy kiss.

"Does that feel good, Detka?" she teases in a soft murmur, repeating the action and earning another sinful sound, a gasp leaving you as another finger ghosts your entrance, the redhead leaning back in for another kiss, wanting more of you, needing more of you.

"Yes, Fuck, Nat," you groan when she slowly thrusts her finger into you, purposely taking her time with you as she intends to drive you mad with her touch, your eyes fluttering open, meeting enamoured green as she curls her digit inside you, mouth parting at the feeling. "Shit, just like that, please do that again," you practically beg her as she thrusts her finger back in, hitting your sweet spot perfectly while her thumb moves to circle your clit, lips moving to the shell of your ear.

"Do you need more, Detka?" her tone still teasing, wanting to hear how desperate you were, her finger persisting with her deliberately slow pace, gradually building the pleasure within you as your hips gently rock against her hands, your free hand moving to tangle in her red locks, wanting to keep her close.

"Please," is all you moan back in response, her hand parting from yours and moving down your body to cup one of your breasts, fingers ghosting over your sensitive nipple, sending more heat to build between your thighs.

"Tell me what you what," she murmurs, still at the shell of your ear, her tone making your mind fog with the thought of her.

"Faster, please move your fingers faster," you whimper out, her slow pace having your body beg for more, her smirking against your skin once again.

"Good girl for telling me," she praises and you can't help the groan that leaves you at the praise, her obeying your command and thrusting her finger into you a little faster, allowing more waves of pleasure to flood through you, fingers grasping the sheets as she reads your body perfectly, giving you exactly what you want.

"I'm so close," you pant against her, hips moving a little more frantically against her hand as she slides in another finger, stretching you beautifully. Another lewd noise is ripped out of the back of your throat as she curls both of them against your sweet spot, your hips bucking against her, hands moving to her face, guiding her back to your lips and moaning into her mouth when her fingers at your breast softly pinch your nipple, more pleasure shooting through you as you feel your orgasm about to crash through you.

"Come for me," she murmurs ever so softly into your mouth, a broken moan leaving you at her words, body obeying and crashing straight into your release, pleasure and euphoria crashing through your entire body. You clench around her fingers, hands tightening their grip momentarily on her red locks as she swallows the string of moans that spill gracefully from your lips, your hips grinding against her hand as you ride out the aftershocks of your orgasm.

Soft kisses around your face encourage you to gradually flutter your eyes open, meeting the gentle green you were falling so deeply in love with, her smile widening at your blissed out state, her fingers slowly pulling out of you.

You tilt your head to meet her plump, kiss swollen lips, hands delicately brushing against the skin of her hips, gradually building in pressure until you are gripping them softly, intent in your actions that doesn't go unnoticed by the redhead.

"You don't have to," she whispers in between lazy kisses, eyes meeting yours before she lets her gaze flicker across your features, admiring the slope of your nose, tinted cheeks and lips pulling into a tender smile.

"I want to, if that's ok?" you murmur back, searching her eyes as one of your fingers slips under the waistband of her joggers, softly caressing the skin there while you wait for her response.

"You wanna make me come, Detka?" she purrs out, a small gasp leaving you at her words as she ghosts her lips against yours, her tone making your head spin as arousal swarms through your body once again. When you nod back in response, heart beating wildly in your chest at the way she was looking at you, she chuckles at your submissive form, claiming your lips softly. "I've got a better idea," she whispers back, your brows furrowing in confusion until she effortlessly and swiftly pulls her remaining clothes off, your eyes widening in shock at how beautiful she was, devouring the soft, creamy skin that was on display before she manoeuvres your bodies so that your cores are pressed against one another.

A broken moan leaves your lips while a low sigh escapes her, emerald eyes fluttering close in pleasure as you peer up at her face, admiring how her mouth parted slightly at the feeling of her body pressing into yours.

"Fuck," she curses, voice low and raspy as she gives a small grind of her hips against yours, a soft moan escaping you at her voice. God that was the hottest thing you've ever heard.

"You feel so good, so good," she murmurs, leaning down to press her lips to yours, swallowing another sinful sound from you before sliding her tongue into your mouth, the kiss turning messy as your hips roll against each other.

"Nat," you whimper out and it's pathetic how desperate you sound, her hands finding yours and interlocking your fingers, pinning them above your head and grinding her hips down harder against you, your back arching and pushing your body closer to hers.

"Y/n," she sighs back, tone almost as affected as she moves her mouth to the shell of your ear, a groan leaving you as you hear all the soft, sensual sighs that escape her, the small pants of breath as your clits brush perfectly, pleasure consuming you both.

Your fingers tighten their grip on her hand, hips bucking up a little frantically against hers as your second orgasm swiftly builds, her body on top of yours restricting your movement and denying you the friction you so desperately needed to send you over the edge. Upon sensing how close you were, her hips grind down harder, mouth letting out a soft moan by your ear to make arousal spike through your body along with pleasure.

"Please," you beg, voice laced with desperation as your body teeters on the edge of your release, Natasha losing her own composure at your tone, thrusting her hips against you with less rhythm as they start to stutter against yours.

"Come with me," she groans against your lips, kissing you with passion as you both fall over the edge, pleasure, euphoria and love consuming your bodies as you rock against one another, hands holding onto each other as you ride out your orgasms.

The room fills with the sound of soft sighs and laboured breaths, your body trembling a little under hers, hands releasing one another prompting you to hold onto her waist, face hiding at the crook of your neck as you seek comfort against her warm skin, your breath tickling her slightly. A few moments later, the feeling of soft fingers brushing along your jawline and pushing your hair back coaxes you out of the safety of her neck, Natasha wanting to look at you.

The redhead smiles at you affectionately, pressing one last gentle kiss against your lips, both of you practically grinning into it at the overwhelming feeling of joy taking over you, her body sliding off yours and pulling you into her arms to cuddle, her warm skin and soft body perfect for you to melt against.

You keep her gaze for a moment, the soft, tender look lingering as you build up the courage to confess to her, Natasha waiting patiently as she senses you're about to say something.

"Natasha I... I love you," you murmur, the quietness of the room making you hear your own pounding heart as you wait for her reaction, her lips pulling into a genuine, wide smile, arms snaking further around your body and pulling you closer.

"I love you too," she whispers back in a loving tone, pressing a kiss to your temple and letting her forehead rest against yours, her eyes flickering over to the clock on the nightstand briefly, noting the time. "Merry Christmas Detka," her tone affectionate as your leg slides between hers, tangling your limbs together as you cuddle into each other, her words eliciting a smile from you.

"Merry Christmas Nat," you say back in a similar tone, eyes meeting hers, love and joy engraved onto your faces as you kiss once more before eventually drifting off to sleep in each other's arms, locked in a lovers embrace. 

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About You Pt1

Pairing: Sebastian Vettel x Webber!Reader

Summary: Everyone knows about the history of Sebastian Vettel and Mark Webber. But there's a well kept story within the paddock about Sebastian Vettel and another Webber. This is that story.

A/N: I know I said that its a whole one shot only but I don't think that I can do it. I have to cut it because there is a lot of history. I hope you all enjoy.

About You Series: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

Taglist: @spideybv28 @randomcuboidshape @mehrmonga @casperlikej @cliosunshine

2005, Circuito de Jerez

The earliest memory that Y/N has of Sebastian Vettel was watching him test the Williams-BMW car.

It was her first time accompanying Mark and she was still grasping some of the key concepts of Formula 1 when Sebastian headed to the car. She watched how he drives and how the team were discussing about how he is a potential driver for the seasons to come.

"You know Seb is just a year older than you" Nico Rosberg, who has been keeping you company for the testing that afternoon, stated.

"Then that will make him the youngest driver if he enters Formula 1"Y/N mused.

Y/N didn't know but she was pretty excited to see him on track. She knew that this Sebastian will change a lot of things in F1 and will probably make history. At the same time, she can't help but be a bit worried since its a dangerous sports. One second you can be living the dream and then the next you find yourself recovering in a hospital room.

Sebastian Vettel gets out of the car and lifts his visor. There was a certain spark in his eyes that Y/N didn't miss out. Its the spark that showcase how much he loved to race.

Y/N didn't miss how her heart skipped a beat.

2006, Istanbul Park

The next time that Y/N sees Sebastian Vettel was during the free practice. He was a Friday driver for BMW-Sauber and he is as impressive as the day she first saw him in Spain.

"That kid just set out the fastest lap" her brother, Mark was shocked by the time set by Sebastian.

"That kid has a name" Y/N stated "and its Sebastian"

"Oh how come you are so informed about this missy?" he wondered

"He drove with you in testing season last year remember" Y/N replied.

The replay on the screen showcases the bold moves that were made by Sebastian. It was like he was driving like he is a man on a mission. If Y/N will bet, there is a lot of teams that will be shortlisting his name to their team.

"What do you think about him?"

"A little bit of reckless, I mean 6 seconds in your formula 1 career and you already have a penalty. There must be some kind of record for that" Mark was referring to the speeding penalty that Sebastian received as soon as he left the garage.

Y/N mumbles a small hmm as she continues to watch how Sebastian moves around the track. She was sure that sooner or later, she might see Sebastian more often.

2007, Albert Park

Fridays aren't too crowded as the Sunday races but still there was a bit of pressure in Sebastian Vettel's shoulder as he entered Albert Park.

He walked the paddocks and tried to visualize himself not just a Friday driver but an actual driver for the Sunday races. He pictures the screaming crowd chanting his name, the smell of burning rubber, radio messages from the team, and even being at the podium with the champagne.

In his daydreaming, he didn't realize that he bumped into someone. All he saw was that a girl was down on the ground with papers all over.

"I'm terribly sorry. I was not looking where I was going" he apologized.

"I'm equally at fault too"The woman assured "It was not wise to type and walk especially since this whole place is swarming with people"

Sebastian helped the girl compiling the papers and he noticed how the papers seem to be like contract for sponsorship. He looked at her and tried to identify which team did she belong to but her lack of team merchandise makes it difficult.

"You're new here?"he tries to decode.

"No, I'm not. I've been coming here since 5 years ago" there was an accent in her voice. Australian, if Sebastian was right.

"Huh, you must know your way around this whole place"

She takes a closer look at him, "You're that rookie Sebastian Vettel"

Now Sebastian doesn't have a huge following that he knows of and this is probably the first time that someone outside the family knew about him. Now, he felt even more curious about the girl.

"How did you know my name"

"Hard not to especially when you set a record to having the fastest penalty in their f1 career" she joked.

Normally Sebastian will be annoyed by the reminder of his mistake last year. He choose to forget that small mishap and avoid talking about it. But this time, he felt like the giggling is contagious that he can't help but smile when talking about his mistake.

"I assure you that I'm a much more better driver now" he states, holding up his hand as if saying that he swears he is a better a driver now.

"Hoping to see you deliver Vettel" she grins.

The girl started walking away from Sebastian when it occured to him that he didn't even know her name. He rushed to catch up with her.

"Wait, I didn't get your name"

She looked at him and there seems to be a slight hesitation

"If we meet again in a formula 1 race then I'll tell you my name" then the girl walked out of his sight.

2007, Indianopolis track.

It seems that luck has been on Y/N's side because she managed to avoid Sebastian during the past races. But it seems as if this luck is running out slowly since they are bound to meet up this weekend as Sebastian was bumped from reserve driver to formula 1 driver due to the injury that Kubica sustained in Canada.

She was hanging out at one of the coffee machines when she felt somebody tap her shoulder. She gave him a smile upon recognizing him.

"Sebastian Vettel, shouldn't you be preparing in your f1 car now?"

There was a loopy grin on his face, "Mystery woman, I was beginning to think if you are just a figment of my imagination.

Y/N pressed the hot cup to his hands, "I'm very much real and not just a figment of your mind"

"So will you tell me now your name?" Sebastian wondered. He has to admit that it has been bugging him for weeks on end about who this mystery woman is. He even went to ask around the paddock but his description was very vague and no one could help him.

"Its Y/N, nice to meet you" Purposely leaving out the last name.

In Y/N's mind it was just a safety pre-caution to leave out her last name. It was for her own good as well because people tend to act differently once they hear about your big brother or your connection to the sports. For once in her life, Y/N wants to be seen as just Y/N.

Maybe she just want to prolong this little charade for a little while longer.

"Y/N nice to finally meet you"

2007, Nürburgring

Maybe its the home turf advantage that boosted his confidence but Sebastian managed to ask Y/N if she would like a tour around the place. Thankfully, she agreed. Sebastian was already blabbering about the places that they have to get to and Y/N had to remind him that they're not staying for a vacation.

He will tell you that he is not freaking out but he prepared for the whole afternoon. He even asked his mother what outfit should he wear to make it seem like a casual hangout. In his defense, he never had a lot of friends growing up and he certainly didn't have beautiful australian girls around.

"You know you don't have to bring me flowers, were just touring around"

It was his idea to bring flowers because he often sees it in airports. When someone new is in town, they bring them flowers. He felt like the orange gerberas were a good pick as advised by the florist he knows.

"But the flowers made you smile" Sebastian grinned "I'm more than pleased to have a happy tourist to tour around"

Then two engaged in a conversation about their early life. Sebastian shared stories of the town he grew up in and his stories of motorsports.Y/N, on the other hand, listened and shared some bits of her life in Australia before she traveled around the world.

Eventually the duo ended up in an orange farm, where they picked out oranges and waited for the sunrise to set in the horizon. It was a core memory that they will share with one naother.

"We should do this again sometime"Y/N suggested

"Its a breather for you and I" Sebastian agreed "Away from all the lavishness of F1 and the pressure of the sports"

"Sounds like you wanted to run away with me"

"Who wouldn't want to run away with someone like you?"

2007, Fuji Speedway.

The past few weeks has been stressful for the Webber siblings. The articles published by some news sites seems to be getting on Mark's last nerve. Everyone seems to be taunting him about how he is over a hundred of race starts already but then he still haven't won anything. The pressure is high and Mark was determined to prove them wrong.

"Mark just don't do anything stupid okay?" Y/N begs.

She watches as Mark suit up for the next race. She was already used to her brother racing but she knew this race was a little different since her brother wanted to win.

"I'm not going to be stupid Y/N, I'll drive good today and I'll get that win that they want"Mark grumbled.

Y/N handed the helmet to her brother, "Just stay safe, I don't want to lose you"

"I'll come back safe"

The race went underway and as usual, Y/N watches it in the comforts of the driver's room. She did not want too many attention focused on her and she felt like her heart might actually come out of her rib cage if she watches it on the stands.

Japan's wet races gives Y/N a heavy feeling that something bad might happen. Her heart beats rapidly as she watches cars after cars spin out or crash. She prays that none of them was Mark. or Sebastian.

There was 20 laps to go when her ears started ringing that a Red Bull has been rear-ended by a Toro Rosso.

'Please don't let it be Mark and Seb. Please don't let it be Mark and Seb'

But the voices in the Red Bull pitlanes and the storming voices of Mark confirms her worst nightmare.

"That kid is so stupid, he shouldn't have been allowed to drive" Mark roared "I had that in the bag, I was going to win"

Y/N immediately hugged her brother, "Its alright, the win will be coming soon Mark. What matters is you are safe"

There were frustrated tears from Mark as he cried in the embrace of his sister. Privacy was given to the siblings as the race continues on. She was so focused on her brother that she didn't notice that there were several messages in her phone.

Seb: Where are you? Seb: I messed up my race and Webber. Seb: Call me when you get this. Please?

2007, Shanghai International Circuit

It felt like a heavy weight on Sebastian's shoulder after he messed up. He kept on blaming himself that he did not just mess up his own race but he also messed up Webber's race. It did not help that Y/N was not replying.

The media has also been eating him up with the way that Webber responded to him. He was called a kid that did not have enough experience. It stings a lot but now he has to put up a brave face and just race.

"SEB! SEB!"

Sebastian looked back and he saw Y/N. There was no hesitation in him but he immediately hugged her. It was the only time ever since Japan that people aren't mad at him or hounding him for questions. He felt at ease to be with Y/N.

"Where have you been, I have been messaging you over the weekend"

"I'm here now, aren't I?" Y/N says "And before I forget, I made you this as a token of my apology"

In her hand, she has a paper bag. Sebastian's curiosity is piqued upon looking at the contents inside the bag. There was a tupperware with food and a sticky note in a messy handwriting "for sebastian vettel, you can do it."

"You cook?"

"I don't but hey its the thought that counts. I figure that you might need-"

Y/N doesn't have to explain a lot because Sebastian already appreciated the gesture. He hugged her again and it seems like everything just got a little bit lighter for Sebastian that weekend.

It wasn't Sebastian's weekend at all but remembering the little note, that was tucked inside his helmet, he felt a lot better. He can bounce back next season.

2008,  Autodromo Nazionale di Monza

This was the internal dilemma of being Sebastian's friend and being Mark's sister. The two of them are in different side of the coins for this season. Two drivers shared the same family with Toro Rosso being the sister family of Red Bull but it seems like that's their only similarity.

Then there was the mixed emotion. Of course, Y/N was proud of Sebastian because he is slowly improving and shining with every grand prix. She was always elated when they see each other post-qualifying or post-race at the hotel rooftop (it has been their common knowledge that they will meet up there so that they can get fresh air together). On the other hand, Y/N knows about the pressure that it is being placed with her brother. Mark has been declining and losing hope for a maiden win. He has been in the sports for some time and he believes his time should have arrived by now but he lost opportunity after opportunity.

Y/N can't fault anyone for this one. Both of them just wanted to achieve their dreams. She wished everything does not have to escalate but here they are in the 2008 Monza Grand Prix.

Sebastian Vettel was starting on pole while Mark was starting third. Everyone is buzzing about the possibility that Toro Rosso might clinch a first win before Red Bull. It was something that Y/N knew bugged Mark's mind.

It didn't help that it was a rainy start and it sort of brought her back to Japan 2007. She was not an overly religious person but she prayed to any higher being to please don't let Mark and Sebastian crash with each other again.

The race went underway and the rain was not as heavy as Japan. Still there was some crashes and some spin. But Y/N felt the conflict of emotions start again upon seeing how Mark started to drop places while Sebastian pulled away from the rest.

Y/N went out of the driver room when it was nearing the end of the lap. She didn't know whether she should run and congratulate Sebastian or she should stay behind and comfort his brother.

Of course, blood is thicker than water.

Mark looks absolutely defeated as people started to ask him about how he is feeling when their sister group got its first win before them or how did he manage to mess up his 3rd position to eight.

"Just please give him some space, we will be answering the questions later" Y/N stepped up. Right now she was not Mark's sister but rather Mark's assistant.

Y/N helped Mark to go back to his driver's room so he can get a few minutes to himself before he gets questioned by the media again.

"It feels like shit. I feel like I can't do anything right" Mark threw his gloves across the room.

"It wasn't your time yet Mark" Y/N replied. Its like a broken record at this point which frustrates Mark.

"Then when will it be my time? Sebastian has been here for just a year or so and he already have a grand prix victory"

Y/N knew that this was the dam breaking. No words can comfort her brother right now so she just went to give him a hug. She could only wish in silence that Mark gets his win eventually.

On the other side of the paddock, there was cheering. Sebastian Vettel was in cloud 9 as he saw the Toro Rosso mechanics and engineers calls out his name. Everyone was in full party mode that they have even tossed Sebastian up in the air.

Everyone wanted to talk to him. They wanted to ask him about how he is feeling or how he created history today. He was the youngest driver to have a maiden win and the first one to bring victory to Toro Rosso.

But Sebastian eyes seem to search for someone in the crowd. He wouldn't voice it out but there was a certain woman he was hoping to see when he stepped into the podium. It had a slight twinge in his heart but the roaring crowd silenced that feeling.

'Maybe I'll see her later' Sebastian thought.

However, there was no Y/N in sight for the rest of the weekend.

2008, Marina Bay Street Circuit

Sebastian was still experiencing the highs of his Monza win and the Singapore GP has also been a good race for him. He might not have a podium finish but 5th was good enough. However if there was one thing that bothered Sebastian was the lack of Y/N sightings.

He tried messaging her after Monza but there was no reply. He thinks its probably weird that he didn't even get a congratulations because surely Y/N would know about it. There might be a couple of reasons why she didn't see it which is a) she was sick or b) she resigned.

Sebastian was gunning for the first choice because surely Y/N won't just resign without saying goodbye.

So imagine his surprise when he saw the woman that has been bugging his mind at the exit of the pitlane.

"You could have answered my texts you know" that was Sebastian's greeting to her

Y/N seems to be caught off-guard by Sebastian's presence. She was still in her work outfit Sebastian takes note as she was carrying a tote bag.

"I'm sorry. It just got a little busy for me"

Sebastian nods, he understands how having a job here is quite difficult. He could not fault her for that.

"Why not lets celebrate? I won in Monza and I finished fifth here"Sebastian offered "Consider it as your make up dinner for not congratulating me"

There was that hesitant smile gracing her face again and it reminded Sebastian of the first time she didn't tell her name. She seems extremely conflicted.

"Seb I would love to but I still have to do some work and-"

"Y/N, there you are"

Sebastian and Y/N whipped their head to the source of the voice. Mark Webber started walking towards them. It confused Sebastian as to why he knew Y/N but then he remembered that Mark was probably the one that Y/N has been working with.

"I told you to wait for me"Mark says as he picked up the bag of Y/N "I was just fixing some things with Christian"

"I can carry my stuffs myself Mark" Y/N replied

"But you have been walking in your heels the whole day, it's going to make you cranky sooner or later" Mark quipped back.

Now this confused Sebastian. It seems like their dynamics is not just work related but rather something personal. He also felt like he has missed a whole chapter and he feels very invisible at the moment.

"You two know each other?"Sebastian managed to ask.

There was a panic in Y/N eyes as if she wanted to explain but it was Mark that beat her to it.

"Of course, I know her" Mark admitted "Why wouldn't I know my sister?"

And it was that moment that Sebastian pieced out why she haven't been able to message him or why she was MIA as well in Japan. He felt stupid because he never inquired why she didn't give out her last name or why she was booked at the same hotel as the drivers.

Great just fucking great.

2008, Interlagos

It was eating her alive that Sebastian is not in speaking terms with her.

In hindsight, she understands that sooner or later, she has to tell him about who really is. She just didn't know that it will be as early and as unprepared as what happened in Singapore. She also got an earful from Mark who questioned how did she manage to meet Sebastian and why does it seem like the two are close with each other.

Honestly, she can't wait for the season to be over so that she can rest from all the drama but she knows that she has to make amends before winter break starts.

And so she slipped to the Toro Rosso garage, under the disguise that as Mark's assistant, she has to talk to Sebastian. So here she is in Sebastian's driver room, waiting for him to arrive.

"Can't I deal with this after-"Sebastian immediately stopped in his tracks upon seeing Y/N "Oh its you"

Silence enveloped the two of them. Y/N has a practiced script in her head but no words doesn't want to come out.

"I'm giving you five minutes or I'm kicking you out" Sebastian warned.

"I just came here to say that I am sorry. It wasn't really my intention to deceive you. I just wanted to be friends with you without my last name being too intimidating. I know that its terrible but I was going to tell you my name someday but Mark just got into the way and its all shit"

She was word-vomitting, she was sure of it. But hey its better than keeping everything as a burden on the shoulders.

"Say something please?" Y/N wondered with Sebastian's silence.

"You could have told me, don't you trust me?"

"I trust you Sebastian. Its just, its really complicated to be seen as Mark's sister or Mark's assistant. I just want to be just Y/N when I'm with you"Y/N sighs.

Y/N felt bummed as she thought she could fix this before winter break starts but she knows he might need some time.

"I know that its not easy to forgive me. Its selfish of me to do that so I won't force you to forgive me" she says "I'll give you some time to collect your thoughts"

Y/N reached out for the door when she felt a hand tugging her back. She saw Sebastian reaching out.

"Just give me some time"

"I will. Don't worry" she understands "I have to say I'm really proud of you this season. You did well Seb"

There was that silence when Sebastian held her. She knows things are far from okay and there is the upcoming season that has the possibility of Sebastian being upgraded to Red Bull but in this moment, none of that matters. Its just them. Just Y/N and Seb.

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The woodland amphithere (Amphitheris silva), also known as the fairy dragon or the beech wyrm, is a small draconoid endemic to the temperate broadleaf forests of the Sunken Continent. Vestigial wings aid in thermoregulation and can be freely contracted and expanded. The shapes of these wings have evolved to resemble the leaves of beech, hornbeam, and other marcescent trees that are the favored hunting territories of woodland amphitheres. Fur-like moss growth on its head and tail enable it to supplement its primarily insectivorous diet with photosynthetic energy.

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(Extended species description under readmore.)

The woodland amphithere (Amphitheris silva), also known as the fairy dragon or the beech wyrm, is a small draconoid endemic to the broadleaf forests of the Sunken Continent.

Vestigial wings aid in both gliding and thermoregulation. Each wing can move independently of one another, and their membranes can be freely contracted and expanded (see last image/GIF in gallery). The shapes of these wings have evolved to resemble the leaves of beech, hornbeam, and other marcescent trees that are the favored hunting territories of woodland amphitheres. Whole covens have been observed sunning themselves on tree branches in autumn and winter.

Fur-like moss growth on its head and tail enable it to supplement its primarily insectivorous diet with photosynthetic energy. This adaptation along with their unique wing structure allows them to forego hibernation altogether in more temperate regions.

Two pairs of eyes make these creatures adept hunters. The rostral pair are used to observe shape and color while the caudal pair specialize in tracking the movement of their prey.

Like many extant members of the amphitherid and other draconoid families, the woodland amphithere possesses relays, growths on the head which house complex electroreceptors. Relays in this species have evolved as rigid, antler-like structures. The exact purpose of these relays is unknown, but it is hypothesized that they may be involved in communication between members of a given coven.

Woodland amphitheres are semisocial and congregate in single-generation groups known as a coven or a flight. Covens are typically made up of six to ten individuals, although covens as large as two dozen have been observed. While they do not exhibit the same coordinated hunting prowess of other amphithere species, they are still remarkably sociable and have been observed to groom and to sing to one another.

Eggs are laid in communal nests in small ponds in early spring, and the brood is left to fend for itself by the parent coven shortly after hatching. The fry begin life as tadpole-like creatures with their wings and relays becoming fully developed by midsummer. The brood may linger for up to a year near its birth pond before leaving in search of new hunting territory.

Birds of prey, including eagles, owls, and lesser rocs, are typical predators of woodland amphitheres. Its primary defense is its own coven, which will swarm upon and harass the predator to drive it away. Larger covens have even been known to kill and subsequently feed on their would-be attackers, especially during the nesting season.

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First entry in what will be a small series of original dragon amigurumi patterns following a general amphithere body plan (basically all wing and no leggies lol).

My personal challenge for each of these is that I cannot directly reference patterns from other creators. This is to (1) force me to figure out how to work up complex shapes and (2) so that I can avoid copyright infringement if I ever decide to sell these patterns a later date. Which was why a good portion of the time for this entry was working out the shapes of the leaves for the wings, haha.

#dragon #amigurumi #fantasy #crochetblr #speculative biology #beasts of the sunken continent #xen makes frens #her name is beech and she compels you to boop the snoot

[leclercings]

Rookie Season | Oscar Piastri x Reader

Genre: Blurb

Pairing: Oscar Piastri x driver!Reader

Summary: There's a new rookie in town…

A/N: I know it's similar to my Lando fic, but bear with me. It's been an exhausting couple of days and I've been feeling super uninspired. This is just writing practice!!

You always thought that F1 is a lonely motorsport. Yes, there are a lot of people involved in it- from mechanics, to publicists, to wags, and what not- yet when you sit in the car, it's just you against the world.

That's what you're feeling right now. Hot hard metal touches against your body, sweat trickling down your face.

The heat of Jeddah beckons you.

You're driving for Aston Martin, replacing Lance Stroll as he has broken his wrist.

You're starting from the twelfth place. The lights turn red, one by one, then within a few seconds they turn green.

It's show time.

You can hear the buzzing of the cars as they swarm past you. You dodge your teammate’s car, a Mercedes and a Williams, gaining two positions.

“We're on tenth.”

“Copy that,” you reply, excited.

You climb upto eighth. Ahead is Piastri, and now starts the epic battle for the seventh position.

You push hard, trying to utilise the DRS to the optimum. He defends, fighting for his position.

You push and push, waiting for him to wear his tyres out.

And it happens.

You gain a position on turn ten, lap thirty, leaving Piastri behind.

The race ends, and you're satisfied to score some points for the team on your first race.

*****

You're sitting next to Oscar, a lopsided smile on your face, gently resting your head on his shoulder.

“You were too good today,” he says, as he browses through Netflix on his laptop.

“Thanks.” You respond. “Sorry to have attacked you so vigorously.”

“You don't have to be sorry, it's what we do. Scoring points on your first race is an achievement.”

You beam at him.

“Thanks, Osc.”

He grins, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. He leans in closer, and closer, till your noses touch. He gives you a small peck on the lips.

“I'm happy for you, Y/N.”

You pull him in for another kiss. You might be a rookie for the Formula 1 world, but well, you're an expert at some other things.

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The Swarm Episode 7 Preview via @stacyamiller85 @TheCW #TheSwarm

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Pinkie Pie, You Are So Random... - My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic - Season 1

Pinkie Pie, You Are So Random… – My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic – Season 1

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new season of love death and robots is probably the best one yet

#bad travelling and the pulse of the machine FUCKED #only swarm was bad actually #season 1 was okay season 2 was much better #but of all the other episodes i think only the drowned giant and maybe ice really stayed with me

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A Family's Victory - Max Verstappen x Reader

a/n: this is basically just pure fluff, i'm in that kinda mood so hope you all enjoy! I also love writing baby/child/pregnancy imagines so if you ever want one just send a request! Also ik the images are of Max’s nephew but just pretend it’s his son!

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The sun was shining brightly over the Circuit de Monaco, casting a golden glow on the thousands of fans who had gathered to watch the prestigious Grand Prix. The atmosphere was electric, the air filled with the sounds of engines roaring, fans cheering, and the ever-present hum of excitement. This race was special—it was the final race of the season, and Max Verstappen had a chance to clinch the World Championship title.

In the RedBull section, Y/N Verstappen stood holding her son, Archie, on her hip. At five years old, Archie was the spitting image of his father, with the same striking blue eyes and an infectious smile that charmed everyone around him. Archie wore a miniature version of his father's racing suit, complete with the Red Bull logo and Verstappen’s number 1 on the back. Y/N adjusted Archie's cap, ensuring it fit snugly on his head, and kissed his cheek.

"Are you excited to see Daddy race, Archie?" she asked, her voice full of warmth.

Archie nodded enthusiastically, his eyes wide with anticipation. "Yeah, Mummy! Daddy’s gonna win, right?"

Y/N smiled, her heart swelling with pride and hope. "I hope he will. Daddy’s been working really hard for this."

As they waited for the race to start, Y/N glanced at the massive screens displaying the pre-race coverage. The camera panned over the grid, capturing Max as he prepared for the race. Even through the screen, she could see the determination in his eyes, the focus that had brought him to this moment. She knew how much this race meant to him and to their family.

The national anthem played, and the drivers took their positions on the grid. Y/N held Archie tightly, whispering words of encouragement. "Let's cheer for Daddy, okay?"

Archie pumped his little fists in the air, shouting, "Go, Daddy, go!"

The race began with a thunderous roar, the cars speeding off the line in a blur of colour and sound. Y/N's heart raced along with the cars, her eyes never leaving the screen. She knew Max was in top form, but anything could happen in a race.

Lap after lap, Max maintained his position at the front, skilfully navigating the challenging circuit. The tension in the air was palpable as the race neared its conclusion. Y/N's grip on Archie's hand tightened, and she could feel her own breath quicken with each passing second.

As the final laps approached, the crowd's excitement reached a fever pitch. Max was still leading, but his closest rival was right behind him, pushing hard. Y/N's eyes were glued to the screen, her heart in her throat.

"Come on, Max," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the noise of the crowd. "You can do this."

Archie, sensing the intensity of the moment, clung to his mother, his eyes wide with a mixture of excitement and anxiety. "Mummy, is Daddy okay?"

Y/N forced a reassuring smile, her eyes never leaving the screen. "Daddy’s fine, sweetheart. He’s just racing really fast."

Finally, the checkered flag waved, and the crowd erupted into deafening cheers. Max had done it. He crossed the finish line first, securing the World Championship title. Tears of joy filled Y/N's eyes as she hugged Archie tightly, the overwhelming sense of pride and relief washing over her.

"Daddy won, Mummy! Daddy won!" Archie shouted, his face lighting up with pure joy.

"Yes, he did, Archie. Daddy’s the World Champion!" Y/N replied, her voice choked with emotion.

As the celebrations began on the track, Y/N and Archie were escorted down to the podium area. The atmosphere was electric, with fans chanting Max's name and waving flags. Y/N could see Max’s car parked in the winners' spot, and she felt a surge of love and pride for her husband.

Journalists and photographers swarmed the area, eager to capture the victorious moment. One of the journalists spotted Y/N and Archie, and made his way over to them, a friendly smile on his face.

"Mrs. Verstappen! Congratulations on Max’s win. This must be an incredibly proud moment for your family," the journalist said, his microphone pointed towards her, as Y/N carried on walking with Archie in her arms, trying to get to Max as quickly as possible.

"We’re beyond proud of Max. He’s worked so hard for this," Y/N replied, her eyes shining with pride. The journalist then turned his attention to Archie, crouching down to his level. "Hi there, young man. What's your name?"

Archie looked up at his mother for reassurance, and Y/N nodded encouragingly. "My name's Archie," he said confidently, his blue eyes sparkling.

"Archie, how do you feel about your daddy winning the race?" the journalist asked, his tone warm and inviting.

Archie beamed, his excitement evident. "I really happy! Daddy’s the best, just like lightening mcqueen! I love him so much, and I want to be just like him when I grow up!"

The crowd around them erupted in cheers, charmed by the young boy’s heartfelt declaration. The journalist smiled, clearly moved by Archie’s words. "That's wonderful, Archie. I’m sure your daddy is very proud of you, too."

As the interview concluded, Y/N felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned to see Max, still in his racing suit, his face flushed with victory and emotion. He pulled her into a tight embrace, his eyes reflecting the love and joy she felt.

"We did it," Max whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

"You did it, Max. I’m so proud of you," Y/N replied, her voice trembling with pride and love.

Max then turned to Archie, taking him out of Y/N’s arms. "Hey, buddy. Did you see Daddy win?"

Archie wrapped his arms around Max’s neck, nodding vigorously. "I saw, Daddy! You were so fast! Just like Lightning McQueen! I want a car just like yours!"

Max laughed, his eyes twinkling with happiness. "Well, I had to make sure I won for you and Mummy."

As the podium ceremony began, Max carried Archie with him, determined to share this special moment with his son. The crowd roared with approval as Max ascended the steps, holding Archie tightly.

When Max reached the top step, he lifted Archie onto his shoulders, the little boy waving excitedly at the crowd. The other drivers and officials smiled at the heartwarming sight, and the cameras captured every moment.

As the national anthem played and the trophy was presented to Max, he held it high above his head, with Archie mimicking his every move. The crowd cheered louder, captivated by the touching display of fatherly love and pride.

"Daddy, look! I’m just like you!" Archie shouted, his voice carrying over the noise of the crowd.

Y/N watched from below, tears streaming down her face as she waved back at her son and husband. It was a moment she would treasure forever, a testament to the love and dedication that had brought them to this point.

After the ceremony, Max descended the podium, still carrying Archie on his shoulders. He made his way over to Y/N, his eyes shining with happiness.

"I couldn’t have done this without you," Max said, his voice filled with gratitude and love.

Y/N smiled, wiping away her tears. "We’re a team, Max. We always have been."

Max leaned down, kissing her deeply, the cheers of the crowd fading into the background. When they pulled apart, Archie clapped his hands, beaming with joy.

"Mummy, Daddy’s a champion!" he exclaimed, his excitement infectious.

"Yes, he is, Archie. And so are you," Y/N replied, her heart overflowing with love for her little family.

As they left the track together, hand in hand, Y/N felt a profound sense of contentment. The journey had been long and challenging, but moments like this made it all worthwhile. Max had achieved his dream, and they had done it together, as a family.

The celebrations continued late into the night, with team members, friends, and family gathered to honour Max’s incredible achievement. The paddock was transformed into a vibrant party scene, filled with laughter, music, and endless congratulations.

Y/N, Max, and Archie mingled with the guests, their faces glowing with happiness. Archie was the star of the evening, charming everyone with his animated retelling of the race and how his dad had won the championship, and how he had helped his dad lift the trophy.

As the night wore on, Y/N found herself standing at the edge of the party, watching Max interact with their friends and colleagues. He was in his element, surrounded by people who admired and respected him. She couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride as she observed him.

Max caught her eye and made his way over, a glass of champagne in hand. He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close.

"You okay, schat?" he asked, his voice soft and loving.

"I’m just so happy, Max. Seeing you achieve your dream… it’s everything," Y/N replied, her eyes shining with emotion.

Max leaned in, kissing her forehead. "I couldn’t have done it without you. You and Archie are my everything."

They stood there, wrapped in each other's embrace, as the celebration continued around them. It was a perfect moment, a culmination of years of hard work, dedication, and love.

As the party began to wind down, Max scooped up a sleepy Archie, who had finally run out of energy. The little boy rested his head on his father’s shoulder, his eyes drooping.

"Let’s get him to bed," Y/N suggested, smiling at the sight of their exhausted son.

Max nodded, and they made their way back to their hotel, the sounds of the celebration fading into the background. Inside, they gently tucked Archie into bed, kissing him goodnight.

As they stood by his bedside, watching their son sleep, Max took Y/N’s hand in his. "Thank you for believing in me, for standing by me through everything."

"Always, Max. We’re a team, remember?" Y/N replied, squeezing his hand.

They left Archie’s room, closing the door quietly behind them. In the dim light of their living area, they sat down together, the weight of the day finally catching up with them.

Max pulled Y/N into his arms, holding her close. "I love you so much. This championship is as much yours as it is mine."

Y/N looked up at him, her eyes filled with love. "I love you too, Max. And I’m so proud of you."

They sat there in silence for a while, savouring the peace and contentment that filled their hearts. The journey had been long and arduous, but they had reached their destination together.

Max stroked her hair, his touch gentle and soothing. "We’ve come a long way, haven’t we?"

"Yes, we have. And I wouldn’t change a single moment of it," Y/N replied, her voice filled with conviction.

They fell asleep in each other's arms, the events of the day playing over and over in their minds. It had been a day of triumph, love, and unbreakable bonds. And as they drifted off to sleep, they knew that whatever the future held, they would face it together, as a family.

The next morning, the sun rose over Monaco, casting a warm glow over the city. The remnants of the previous night's celebration were still visible, but the paddock was slowly coming back to life. It was a new day, filled with new possibilities.

Y/N woke up to the sound of Archie’s giggles. She opened her eyes to see Max and Archie playing on the bed, their laughter filling the room. It was a beautiful sight, one that filled her heart with joy.

"Good morning," Max greeted, leaning over to kiss her.

"Good morning," Y/N replied, smiling at the playful scene before her.

"Daddy’s teaching me how to race!" Archie exclaimed, holding a toy car in his hand.

"Is he now? Well, you have the best teacher," Y/N said, ruffling Archie’s hair.

They spent the morning together, enjoying a leisurely breakfast and reminiscing about the previous day's events. The bond between them was stronger than ever, fortified by their shared experiences and unwavering support for one another.

As they prepared to leave Monaco, Y/N felt a sense of anticipation for the future. They had achieved so much together, and there was still so much more to come.

Max wrapped an arm around her, his eyes filled with love and determination. "Ready for the next adventure?"

"Always," Y/N replied, her heart full of hope and excitement.

With Archie holding their hands, they walked out into the bright Monaco morning, ready to face whatever the future held. Together, as a family, they knew they could conquer anything. And with Max as the World Champion, their journey was just beginning.

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[thatsdemko]

the one where they notice - c.sainz

part 2: pining series

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warnings: ig au posts + lighthearted jokes

a/n: thanks for all the love on part 1!! 🫶🫶

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F1GOSSIP: our favorite Ferrari intern is BACK! y/n y/l/n shared this photo from the race in Australia☺️ we can’t wait to see more from her this 2023 season!

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“so you’re too hot for me, eh?” the words startled you, as you had thought to have been alone. you arrived to qualifying much earlier than the drivers, and thinking you’d have time alone, you figured you’d catch up on your socials having no idea Carlos would see the comment.

“word travels fast around here.” you set your phone down, watching him slide into the empty seat across from you in the garage. it’s just the two of you waiting for everyone to pile in for the meeting. a hot steaming cup of coffee beans fills the smell of the room.

“now that I’m single, I have much more free time to listen to the gossip.” he comments, a chuckle escaping his lips before he sips the hot contents.

you just shake your head. the man across from you was nothing more than a coworker, maybe even an occasional friend from time to time, but you never got close. it was your rule, getting close meant you began to care for the men you worked with, and as much as you did care for them, they couldn’t be your friends. their obligations were to listen to your demands for media presence and that was as far as the contract went.

“you should spend more time on the simulator. spend your lonely nights perfecting your game.” your low blow earned a nod in approval, raising his cup to give you that point.

the silence fills the room. nothing but the sound of him slurping on the hot contents as bodies begin to move into the room for the meeting, and soon enough everyone’s seated.

the silence that once was there, has been born into commotion and you just listen to the mixture of Italian, French, and English flying every which way. your ears and eyes focus on Carlos and Charles conversation, the two always laughing and chatting, you can see Carlos relax with his team. the drama of yesterday and today seem to fade in these walls.

“let’s get started, shall we? we’ve got lots to talk about with Baku on the clock.”

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qualifying goes rather difficult for one of the Ferraris. the grimace on your face is noticeable once Carlos steps out the car. he flashes a thumbs up to your phone camera for instagram and you quickly post it before shoving the device in your pocket, “we’ll get ‘em tomorrow, sainz. vamos.” you push him in the direction of the media pen and he follows.

“let’s just hope we can. I don’t have much faith left.” he exchanges his helmet for a cap from another intern, before entering the media pen. you don’t get much to say before interviewers swarm him, but like he always does, he flashes you his pearly fake smile before turning to the cameras.

he’d been doing it with you since you told him all of his emotions lie on the surface of his face. his fans can tell when he’s truly not happy, so you made a deal to help teach him how to fake a smile when times were bad.

“no you still look mad! smile with your eyes, dumbass.” you laugh pushing his cheeks to go wider, his giggle grows inside the motorhome, “I’m trying!”

“Carlos, what happened out there?”

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[tojigasm]

American Cola

Authors note: I was inspired by that scene in Challengers and Lana Del Rey's 'Cola'

Warnings: 18+, nsfw, pet names, fem!reader overstimulation, fingering, cunnilingus, glove kink (a little bit), season 1 Homelander hair supremacy, homelander is unusually soft with reader, slight butchlander

It's difficult to comprehend.

To fully appreciate that you'd been able to convince the two men to do this, let alone stand in the same room with one another without attempting to kill each other.

Rough leather runs against the soft fabric of your panties, pulling you back to reality.

You're in between the two of them. Completely dwarfed by both size and ego.

Homelander's kissing at your jaw and sliding the pad of his gloved thumb up and down the front of your soaked panties while Butcher's to your left nipping at the column of your neck and fondling your breasts appreciatively.

You know you're tense, intimated by the strength and command of both men. Butcher's hand moves from your breast to steady at the base of your neck and you're suddenly reminded of just how fragile you are in the midst of their authority.

It's almost terrifying.

Almost.

Surprisingly, it's Homelander who's most gentle with you – and a part of you wonders if that's just a natural part of his desire for you or if the same thoughts of your frailty are swarming his mind too.

"Relax." One of them whispers, you're too caught in your own thoughts to tell who.

Butcher nuzzles against your cheek and begins to press fleeting kisses up the skin of your jaw before biting at the lobe of your ear.

The overstimulation of it makes you whine softly, earning a soft huff from the brunette.

"Sensitve, aren'tcha, love." His hand on your jaw keeps you firm in place as he tilts your face gently, pulling you into a kiss.

The burn of his beard pulls soft moans from you and has you grinding into Homelander's gloved palm.

You're being moved before you're able to register your leg being pulled over the padded thigh of the blonde beside you.

Cool leather against your soaked folds makes you jump slightly and Butcher is quick to soothe you over, hand turning you towards him to deepen the kiss.

Just as fast as the leather's pressed to your clit, it's pushing past your soaked folds.

Homelander's breath hitches as he begins to work you open.

His free hand comes up to massage gently into the soft of your thigh.

"Jesus..." His thumb circles against your clit, slipping another finger past your folds at the same moment, "she's so fuckin' tight."

Butcher's immediately dropping his hand from your jaw to meet Homelanders hand between your thighs, adding a finger to the jumbled mess of heat and your juices spread out over their gloves and skin.

Breaking the kiss with Butcher, you turn and tuck your head into Homelander's neck, face flushed and breath hitting his skin in soft pants at the vulgarity of it.

It feels like they're dissecting you – learning you and committing your every tell and twitch to memory, to be fair, they definitely are.

Homelander pulls his hand from between your legs to bite at the tip of his glove with his teeth, pulling the leather from his hand and throwing it across the room as though it's personally offended him.

Butcher's taken over Homelander's neglected job. Panting from your kiss to your left and fingers scissoring the walls of your cunt open.

"That's it." He presses a kiss to your shoulder and though you're already seated on the bed you feel your legs grow weak.

Just as soon as it's gone, Homelander's slipped his hand, now ungloved, between your thighs.

And in the same movement, his hand on your thigh comes up to pull you into a kiss, hand keeping a firm hold on your jaw.

He moans into the kiss, the hitch of it falling into a soft chuckle when you spread your thighs for the two of them, and it makes you keen.

Biting at your plush lower lip, Homelander pulls at you, brows relaxing when you hum into the heat of it.

Your nails dig into the flesh of his suit and he pulls you into a soft kiss in response. Suddenly the pressure of both men's hands is far more prominent when you feel their fingers bump against one another and find synchrony in stretching you open.

Leaning back some, you drop to your forearms on the fabric of your comforter.

Though they're only sitting, they tower over you – eyes lust-blown and lips swollen.

And just as you've begun to discern the situation, Homelander is pulling the brunette into a sloppy kiss.

One that's so messy you can almost hear their teeth clashing against the wet smacks of their lips.

Involuntarily, you can feel yourself relax and your cunt drip with need.

Homelander chuckles into the kiss at your reaction and uses his free hand to squeeze gently at your thigh.

It's over as quickly as it began with Butcher pulling away and pulling you into a kiss just as quickly.

You're vaguely aware that you're being moved until your back hits the firm padding of Homelander's chest.

In the same movement, you tear away from Butcher with a gasp when two hands cup your thighs, nearly bending you in half with your cunt on full display.

Homelander slots his chin atop your head and drops one of your legs to slide his fingers up and down the soaked lining of your panties.

You lean into him with a broken and wet moan, hands gripping the padded arms of his suit.

Butcher takes a knee at the foot of your bed, blowing a huff of cool air against your panties.

The sensation makes you jolt and both men chuckle lightly.

Whining, and in an attempt to gain friction, you shuffle your hips some, rocking side to side in Homelanders lap.

"Cut it out," Butcher scolds and slips your leg that's not being held up by the blond over his shoulder.

"Butcher-" your voice cuts off with a hitched gasp when the heat of his tongue flattens against your clit.

Large hands press into the soft underside of your thigh, gloved and ungloved. Butcher's calloused hand runs over your knee as he angles his head between your thighs, sucking against your sloppy cunt.

You're forced to watch, the man behind you keeping you still as you writhe under the heat of it.

A broken whimper falls past your lips and Homelander presses a kiss to your temple soothing the intensity of it.

The vulgarity of it all sends heat throughout your body. It's humiliating. Both men dressed and dissecting you while you're on display.

Butcher slips two fingers past your folds, stretching you open while his tongue circles your clit.

You don't remember when you started crying, only broken out of a lust-filled trance by your own hitched sob and the gentle pressure of a glove-covered finger against your lips.

Homelander's thumb slips past your swollen lips, his ungloved hand coming up to cup your jaw, holding you still against the onslaught of Butcher's pleasurable torture.

There's a moment where you think you're able to endure it until Butcher shifts on his haunches some and his beard rubs against the insides of your thighs causing you to drop Homelanders finger from your mouth in a shattered cry.

"M'gonna cum." You sob, throwing your head back into the blond behind you.

"No, you're not." Butcher nearly growls against your cunt. He pulls away from your slicked pussy to kiss your inner thighs. The contrast between his heated words to the gentle gesture sends your mind reeling.

"Hold her up, twat." Butcher pats your knee and helps push it back towards the blond who easily drops his hand from your jaw to slip your thigh back into his grasp.

Homelander growls at the notion, head nearly level with your own, he presses kisses to the skin behind your ear.

"Butcher, please," you sob, dropping into Homelander's grasp in defeat.

"No."

The brunette stands and leans over the two of you before slotting three fingers into your cunt, scissoring you open in a curling motion. The brutal speed of it has you choking on air and your legs tensing in Homelander's hold.

"Please, please, please, please-" You sob, temple bumping into Homelander's chin as you writhe in his hold.

Butcher slaps a hand against your thigh and pinches the sensitive skin, earning a pained squeal.

"Keep fuckin' complainin' and you're not gettin' anythin, love." His beard glistens with your slick, eyes dropping from your gaze to watch your cunt grip his fingers.

You're so fucking desperate and so overstimulated, so exhausted and so stressed. In a last-ditch effort, you bump your head upwards into Homelander's chin, shaky hands leading him into a kiss.

the pads of your fingers run through his undercut, pulling and threading through the blond strands in an attempt to distract yourself.

There's a minty taste to him and you whimper into his mouth. In an attempt to comfort you, he tilts his head forward, deepening the kiss.

Butcher slides a finger over your cunt and you gasp, breaking the sloppy kiss, whispering a broken "please" against Homelander's lips.

For a moment you think you've broken the punishment you've been roped into when the blond's blue eyes soften and he lets one of your thighs drop - being picked up and pressed back against your chest in the same movement by Butcher.

Homelander slips his hand between your thighs, aiding in circling your clit as Butcher's fingers curl against your gummy walls.

"You wanna cum?" Homelander asks, pecking your lips and pressing a soft kiss to the tip of your nose.

You nod desperately, tears bubbling over your cheeks.

They're both so beautiful, you think. Faces hot and red, muscles twitching at your every breath. Homelander's hairs disheveled and spiked in odd places from the push and pull of your touch. Butcher's eyes are lidded and the veins in his arms flex and twitch with every curve he drags against the walls of your pussy.

"Let her cum," Homelander drags his hand away from your cunt to massage the inside of your thigh.

Butcher rolls his eyes at that. Bending over you to pull you into a kiss. The taste of your slick on his lips makes you shiver. He keeps your chin between his thumb and forefinger.

Pulling away from you he sucks his teeth, "You're lucky the twat's got a soft spot fr'ya." He looks you over, keeping your gaze for a moment before motioning towards the blond, "Tell him thank you." He orders, releasing your chin from his hold and moving to kneel between your thighs again.

With broken cries, you turn your head to sob shaky "thank you's" to the blond in a mantra.

"I know, I know." Homelander rests his forehead against your own as Butcher circles your clit rapidly and curls his fingers inside you.

"Thankyou, thankyou, thankyou," tears pour over your cheeks and your hand digs into the flesh of Homelander's suit, desperately trying to pull him closer to you.

And you're right there. Right on the fucking edge, about to slip over the metaphorical edge of pleasure when Butcher pulls away, flicking your clit once before focusing on the heat of your pussy.

As the pressure builds, you're diminished into a sobbing, sweaty, and hot mess. Grasping at anything you can in a weak attempt to ground yourself.

"You gonna cum?" Butcher asks softly, slowing his movements and reaching his free hand over past your thighs to take hold of your trembling hand.

"Mhm," you sob wetly, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. "Please." your eyes sift between brown and blue ones.

Butcher flicks his hand and curls his fingers against the spongey patch of your cunt that throws you into your orgasm in a white-hot pleasure that has your vision going spotted and body cold.

"Bloody hell," Butcher nearly drools at the sight.

Your legs tense and eyes lidded, hand locked into the leather of Homelander's glove on his forearm.

Homelander presses a longing kiss to your forehead as you ride out the high. Butcher gently pumps his fingers into you through it, walls clamping around his digits.

"I know, sweetheart," Homelander coos once you've calmed, tears still pouring down your cheeks at the intensity of it.

The petname makes your legs go weak, something he's reserved for moments he knows you need it. Reserved for when you need him to take over for you and cover you in the authority that he is.

Butcher leans over you, fingers gently pumping into your cunt still, and pulls you into a soft kiss. Stroking his hand over your cheek, he kisses your cheek before slipping his digits from your heat.

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