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My Air

Charles Leclerc x reader

(making this a pt.2 cuz im lazy and need inspo🫩)

June

“No it’s insane! I’m obviously very happy and I’ve just been overdue for a podium.” You grinned holding the mic tightly trying to calm your shaking nerves.

The interviewer let out a friendly laugh as everyone noticed your excitement. It was hard being Max’s teammate and everyone’s watchful eyes noticing time and time again on how your performance was underwhelming compared to his.

Taking a toll race after race as the growing self-doubt grew. But with just one win. It’s like it’s starting to melt away.

P3.

Still a win.

This was just the start. This is all you needed. A sign that you’re still in this and you are just as capable as the rest.

It was strange as you waved at the crowd and as you stood on the podium. Spraying the champagne on your teammate and Lando. Even though you were in third it truly felt like a celebration for you as they drenched you in champagne. You didn’t think this type of joy was something you were going to get in a long time.

But you knew what reward you wanted most as your eyes flickered to your watch. You were celebrating with Max and Redbull; something small as you had prior commitments.

Lying that your family was waiting for you as you checked into your hotel, knowing who was there waiting for you.

You knew who it was.

But you didn’t know he had the time for a whole redecoration of the place. Expecting a kiss on the forehead with your favorite movie to be playing would’ve been enough. And obviously a little congrats would be nice. Yet intricate flower bouquets decorated the room, with a vanilla aroma filling the room as you noticed the candles strategically placed. Wine bottles decorated cutely with an equally adorable cake right beside it. And right behind it?

The man that makes all your dreams come true. Who knew it was possible you can love a man this much. Dumping your bags at the door you practically sprinted to him as he let out a contagious laugh, catching you with his arms tightly around you. “Oh I’m so happy for you.” His words were muffled as you felt his lips against your neck. He held onto you tighter never wanting to let go.

“Thank you… I can’t believe I finally did it.” You finally pulled away and there he saw you fully. Your eyes shining with so much anticipation already for your next race, for your future, he knew how much this meant for you.

He was the one holding you night after night whenever you had a bad practice, race, he was always there for you. He wishes you had skipped all the bad moments and got to this moment exactly. It killed him seeing you lose the spark you first had when you joined F1.

But here you are. With him. And that’s all he can ask for.

“How did you even have time to do this?” Opening the wine bottle and pouring you a glass he recalls how easy it really was. “When your car shits out on you in the beginning of a race, it gives you a lot of time to plan something for your amazing girlfriend.” He said with a cheeky smile passing the glass over to you.

Looking at him suspiciously it didn’t do much to help how he knew you were going to win. Which he now realized, “I needed to feel better so I wanted to see you happy. So I thought celebrating that your car probably wasn’t going to die on you was why I did this.” You giggle at the stupid reason feeling pathetically whipped for the man you call your lover.

“You’re so dumb.” You said between giggles trying the wine that he graciously got you. “Wait why?” Shaking your head you patted the bed beside you wanting to be more comfortable. Taking a seat next to you he shook his head almost immediately.

“Let’s talk about you though.”

“I rather not.” He was blunt not wanting to ruin your night with his failure of a race. But he should’ve known as he sees your eyebrow raise in a way where he knows he shouldn’t argue with you. He never wins. Not like he minds considering he likes seeing you smile at him in triumph. “Can we do a type of deal?”

“Depends.”

“We spend the night celebrating you-.” He gave you a quick kiss on your lips as he saw you try to immediately cut in. His free hand caressing your cheek softly as he felt you relax under his grip. It wasn’t the usual kiss where you’re desperate to feel every inch of one another. It was soft as he made sure to hold you gently. He finally pulled away, soaking in your love-stricken expression, and he’s sure he has the exact same one. “And you can hear me complain all day tomorrow?” He countered as he sees you roll your eyes.

“Did you kiss me so I can be more willing to say yes?”

“………”

You don’t think it’s possible being mad at this man. He looked so dorky trying to act innocent as you see his eye crinkle in happiness at your willingness. You shook your head with a giggle as you pulled him closer for a victory kiss.

August

You huffed in frustration as you flipped back and forth between the journal pages. “How the hell-!” You were too into your head to notice a figure beside you staring at you with concern at your mumbling self.

It was 1am with you in the kitchen that is in a mess. He wouldn’t care if it was because you were hungry and you’re making yourself a late night snack. But he sees the counters full of cakes, some type of pastries, etc. “Mon amour?

Jumping at the sudden voice you finally acknowledged the fact that your very sleepy boyfriend was standing not that far from you. “Oh shit did I wake you up? I’m so so-.”

He shook his head as he walked behind you letting his arms wrap around your waist and his head to lay on your shoulder sleepily. “No my body is just used to sleeping next to you now. So why are you baking? Did we miss someone’s birthday?” He asks now concerned if you guys did miss a drivers birthday.

“No no. You should get to bed we have a big race tomorrow.”

“Technically it’s today.” Your brain felt like short-circuiting which Charles quickly noticed. Peeking if there’s anything in the oven he decided to guide you to the couch as he sees the nervous expression never leave your face. “What’s happening? Are you feeling ok?” He asks concerned as he noticed how hot your body felt. Usually you guys would joke how you guys were complete opposites as he would throw his body weight on you accusing him of being an oven. And you doing the opposite as you would ambush him with your freezing hands under his shirt.

He can see the sweat on your face, feeling the warmth of your body radiate to him. That was all he needed to say as he sees your eyes well up in tears. “Oh my love.” He pulled you in quickly as you let out a sob. He feels your head shake as you tried desperately quieting your sobs. “No it’s ok. Just cry it’s ok I promise.” It still felt embarrassing as you cried onto his chest, but it was overdue. You knew you shouldn’t have been on your phone before the race. But you can’t help it when you practically live on it the day before a race.

It was a simple post from Redbull that had you spiraling as you scrolled through the comments. Then you would go through different threads all of them being of the same nature. All of them dragging you down. You knew better to ignore the usual hateful words from randoms. But it felt excessive this time around. Or maybe it’s because your fall from grace is happening soon.

“Charles I don’t know why I’m here.” You let out as you pulled away from his grip. He left his hand on your lap squeezing your thigh softly to let you know he’s still there. “What do you mean?”

You shook your head as you tried wiping your never-ending tears. “It feels like I was brought to RedBull as a marketing strategy and not because I’m an actual good driver. And maybe people are finally seeing that! It’s like they’re all expecting me to finally fail and this good thing wasn’t supposed to happen!” You spilled as you tried not choking between sobs. Qualifying couldn’t have gone worse as people are already expecting your downfall for this race. Crashing into another drivers wheel wasn’t exactly your plan. But to everyone else it was intentional; you got greedy during a turn and paid for it.

“Y/N. Please. And I’m not saying this because you’re my girlfriend but you are an amazing driver. You are someone who is always going to have the attention of everyone because you shine that brightly. And I know it’s going to suck, and I’m sorry I can’t protect you from all those things. But I need you to know I’ll always be here waiting for the times you need me-.” His hands ghosted over your cheeks, wiping the stray tears as you found solace in his words.

“Whenever and wherever I’ll be here for you. And so please don’t stay up driving yourself insane with baking. I love you, I really do but I can’t eat all of these with the diet they have me on.” He pleaded playfully dragging a smile to finally come on your face.

You gave him a grateful smile which made him give you a sleepy smile in return. “I’m sorry for keeping you up. Let’s go to be-!” Before you can finish your sentence he was quick to scoop you in his arms terrifying you. “Wait you’re gonna drop me!” You shrieked as you tried stabilizing yourself as he practically had you over his shoulder.

“You’re rude to think I would drop you. What if I-?” With no warning he dipped you as all the blood rushed to your head as you yelled out again between laughs. “Say you’re sorry!” You both were stubborn. But who knew he would use this to his advantage as he continuously dipped you as you refused to say sorry. Between shared laughs you were comforted by the man you love.

October

You were practically on your knees as you held the plastic bags towards Charles. He stood stern on his position, refusing to make eye contact with you. One glance and he’ll give in, you know how pathetic he is for you. Not like it’s one-sided to be fair.

“Please just one more time! And we can retire!” You begged hearing the bag crinkle in your grip, you’re sure the things in it are gonna be somewhat ruined. “No Y/N, I left that in the past. Why can’t we do anything else?” He asked desperately thinking back at the dark days he used to live with that thing.

“Because I got one for Leo and it’ll be very cute photos.” If your puppy eyes didn’t work on him then who else besides his favorite little thing. He groans as he sees Leo sprinting across the room in excitement. He’s not helping his case but definitely helping yours.

“You telling me he wouldn’t look cute in it! Here put yours on and surprise me!” You shoved the bag into his chest as you started to push him towards the bathroom. “Why can’t I change in-front of you?!” Ignoring his pleas you closed the door behind him, settling your sights onto his lovable dog. “Leo!” You said excitedly which he barked happily not knowing what you’re about to do. Taking out the costume from the bag you fought with Leo on trying to put it on. “I don’t think I thought this out correctly…” Before Charles can come out you grabbed yours out of the bag trying to maneuver your legs through it. “Do you want me to be naked underneath?!” Charles yelled from the bathroom, “Babe please don’t be naked… for once I don’t want you to be naked!” You clarified typically happy having a naked boyfriend.

Smoothing out your new and improved outfit you waited anxiously, hoping he actually doesn’t hate it. You scoop up Leo in your arms as you tried to get the full picture together. “I don’t know Y/N you don’t think…?” Before he can finish his sentence as he came out of the bathroom he stood at the doorframe in shock.

He loves you. He really does. But sometimes you get ideas that he doesn’t know where they come from.

There you are. His beautiful, smart, talented girlfriend.

In a banana suit. With the biggest grin on your face.

Which you forced your guys’s dog to wear as well. Who was trying to lick your face oblivious to the torment you’re putting him through.

And then himself.

“Oh my god…” He hid his face behind his hands. Turning red in embarrassment as he realized what was the plan you wanted to go with. A halloween party with all the drivers and you wanted to go as this? Did your late-night talks mean nothing as he threw ideas at you for your oncoming Halloween costumes ideas. You guys had so many options so why? “Did you know that you wanted to do this!?” He asks betrayed making you laugh.

“C’mon don’t we look cute!” He couldn’t ignore the happiness radiating from you as you took in Leo’s costume and his own. He shook his head as he finally walked up to you admiring how you looked. Even if you wore a banana costume that haunted his past. “We have never looked so good.” Pressing a kiss on your forehead you faked gagged at his words knowing what he was referencing.

“Just admit you miss being a banana.” He denies it. But as you looked at him when he thinks you’re busy you can’t help but notice the crinkle of his eyes. His smile wide with a dorky look on his face.

“Max wanted to be the fourth one by the way.” You teased seeing him freeze mid-step.

“Please no.”

December

“No no! You don’t get to do this Charles!” You tried to keep your voice at a respectable level but you feel your anger simmering right underneath your skin. You shook your head in disbelief as you glanced at the thing that started this all. His phone.

You typically took pride in how you both didn’t let social media affect your lives. These weren’t one of those instances. But he knew how you were as a person. You both weren’t perfect, you both knew the personalities you fell in love with. Even if he became more tame over the years. “Can you blame me? Do you know how bad this can look?” You scoff as he picked up his phone again, shoving it towards your direction.

A picture of you with a group of guys laughing over dinner. Old high school friends that wanted to catch up ever since your career took off as a racer. From the angle that the photo was taken it looked like you were leaning closer to a particular friend, and you recognized that. You recognize how bad it can look.

“I told you! It’s the angle!” How long has it been? An hour? As soon as you got home you were greeted with Charles’s heartbroken expression. “I didn’t even know you were going to be out with just guys Y/N! I don’t think any guy would be ok with that.” You’re trying to get his point of view, you really are. But he knew the people you had surrounded yourself with always. Not that you only hung out with guys, but typically girl hangouts are 1-1 for you.

“Am I supposed to apologize for that?!” You said exasperated as he looked at you in disbelief.

“Are you not hearing yourself? Yes Y/N. You are. Because I’m your boyfriend and I would think you love me enough to respect our relationship.”

It only went on longer.

The home you lived in with one another has become tainted with your yells. His voice rising at every sentence getting tired of it all. He let out a tired sigh finally as you try to not let his tear-filled eyes distract you. How his eyes were filled with a sadness you didn’t think you can create. “I just can’t Y/N… I’m not doing this we have our race tomorrow I can’t.”

Stunned at how quick he went to your shared room you followed right behind him. “What are you doing?” You ask, he answered as he took out his duffle bag.

“Not here. I can’t look at you right now.” You shake your head as you felt yourself starting to get choked up. The pit in your stomach getting heavier to bear.

“W-wait you can’t go! You can’t just leave!” Standing infront of the closet you look at him in disbelief. You understand this is a heated argument, one that you two never experienced. But this wasn’t the answer.

“Y/N. Move please. I don’t want to fight.”

“Then we won’t fight! We can talk it out but you just can’t leave.” You tried to ignore at how your heart broke hearing him scoff and go to his dresser getting the necessities.

“I tried talking it out Y/N! But I’m not getting anywhere!” You shook your head as he zipped up the bag heading towards the door. Following right behind him your eyes widen as he put on his shoes. “If you leave it’s over Charles.” He was taken aback at how easy you said it. As if those words don’t dictate your future together. One that he desperately wishes you would be a part of. He stared at you, your eyes filled with tears but more-so with anger. With so much anger that he felt his own tears slip as he tried to understand how he can fix this.

But you weren’t getting it. He should’ve known. But it hurts.

“You don’t get to leave when it gets hard. You stay in this home. I’ll take the guest bedroom for all I care. But you don’t get to just leave.” You tried sounding stern but you saw how he bit his lip with eyes that pleaded at you, his brows furrowed in frustration. To not do this to him.

But you’ve been down this road before. A heated argument and then they storm out. You receive a message an hour or so later of how much they love you to only see their location at some random girl’s house.

You can’t go through this again. You can’t taint your memories of Charles with this. You rather deal with his heartbreak now than finding out he truly didn’t love you.

“I’m sorry Y/N. I really do love you.” He pressed a soft kiss on your forehead as you feel his shaky hands caress your cheek. You see him try to blink away his tears, your resolve chipping away. You want to take back the words said. Knowing he can leave your life. The one who truly helped you breathe, over a stupid picture. It’s a heartbreak you’re not sure if you can handle. “Then don’t leave Charles.” You whispered as you looked at him desperately your hands finding his, interlocking your fingers. To feel his warmth, to remember it all.

“I have to. I can’t be in the same house right now.” Whatever words you wanted to say you swallowed back. You take back your hand as you stepped away from him. “Get out.”

“Y/N… please understand.” You shake your head not understanding it at all.

“Get the hell out. I won’t do this. I just won’t.” Your heart wouldn’t be able to handle it, seeing his face. Turning away you walked back to your room hearing the door close right behind you.

You felt weak.

Getting to your bed you barely have the energy to cradle yourself onto it. All those tears came falling down practically burning into your skin. As you tried to choke down your sobs feeling as if something inside of you is now gone. You need to sleep. To forget everything. But it was as if all the air left your lungs as you desperately wondered how you could’ve changed it. You felt so right, and Charles felt so wrong. But you wondered if maybe this is what you needed. Maybe it wasn’t meant to be. The thought did nothing to aid you as you held your chest tightly. The pain getting unbearable wishing for the man you teasingly call your prince to be by your side.

March

It was terrible. Your life being on display for the past few months was draining as everyone had an opinion on what happened. You never outright told anyone you two were dating but you never denied it either. It was supposed to be simple, whatever happens happens. But something definitely happened as everyone noticed the outright pain you two were in. Never acknowledging each other as you tried your best to move on.

“I mean…I’m usually on your side Y/N but…” You shook your head at your friend as you scraped the bottom of your ice-cream cup. She was trying to be insanely nice about it all considering for once after 3 months you finally brought him up. “To be fair you wouldn’t like it if he was with a group of girls, right?” Exasperated as you feel like the point you’re trying to bring up keeps on getting lost.

“The thing is Charles knew I hang out with a lot of guys. I only started making girl friends after I started racing believe it or not. And it was never a conversation.” You explained as you see your friend look back at you with uncertainty. “And you can’t use that argument considering Charles barely has any girl friends to begin with!” You did nothing to sway her mind as she placed down her cup of ice-cream. She was glad you were finally able to talk about it. Ignoring the fact that it was probably because you saw the picture of Charles circulating around.

Him with a group of girls with a smile on his face.

How your friend could’ve sworn she saw your eye twitch.

“I’m just sure it’s not a nice feeling is all I’m saying. Yes Charles should’ve stayed and talked about it. But how is he supposed to know you would freak out about him leaving. These were conversations you were supposed to have in the beginning.” Your friend tried to explain, she wasn’t scared that you would get mad at her. She was just scared you’ll be dragged back into your depressive cycle.

“But to be fair we didn’t start out like a normal relationship.” You tried defending yourself as you motioned for her to get up so you guys can head back since it was getting so late.

She does nod at that as she remembers the late night spam you would send her as you updated her with every interaction you had with Charles.

The innocent joy you would have in your eyes thinking that this was just a simple fling. But then she saw the two of you grow into something more. She was worried at first, you were her friend she really didn’t want to see you hurt. But the more she saw the two of you. Two love-sick racers who practically lived in each other’s skin. She was surprised you both have lived this long without one another.

“So do you think it’s my fault?” You look at your friend with a worried look that you threw away something good. A common act in your life. “It’s not anybody’s fault Y/N. It’s just now we know what to do.” She tried to comfort as you can only muster a weak smile. “I do appreciate it tho maybe I just need t-.”

It was as if all the thoughts and words you can think of disappeared. After a late night ice-cream run you didn’t expect to see him. It’s been so long yet not. You see each other every time there’s a race. You see him in passing when interacting with the other racers. Yet it felt like you were truly seeing him. But he wasn’t how you left him. “Are you good for this?” Your friend asked cautiously, she knows to a certain extent you need this. But if you’re not ready she’ll run him off and you know it.

“I-I…” You didn’t know. Your heart still ached as you saw him waiting patiently with the sad look you’re growing to hate. He didn’t move, simply waiting for you with a desperation only you two understood. “Let me walk you bac-.” Your friend immediately shushed you understanding your answer as she gave you an excited smile. She wanted you guys back together, desperately so. To her you guys were endgame. Not that she would tell you.

“I literally only live 5 minutes away from here. So now go get him!” She nudged you towards him encouragingly as you stumbled closer. You see his body twitch as if instinct to go grab you, but you see him stiffen in response.

You couldn’t be mad at that.

Finally walking up to him you look up at the eyes you always love looking at. His eyes confused you. You would say they’re a mix of green and blue. Charles says it’s a solid color, you tell him he’s wrong. Yeah it’s his eyes. But you’re the one who loved looking into them whenever you woke up beside him.

“Did you need something?” You grit your teeth immediately on how cold you sounded. Not used to even acknowledging each other anymore. The memories you guys shared had been buried between the two of you.

Your words didn’t deter him as you recognize the look he had. Going through so many thoughts as he opened his mouth to speak, “I wanted to tell you congratulations!” He spat out, leaving you confused.

Confusing you more was his own look of confusion.

“Umm thank you? But was that what you actually wanted to say?” You press on knowing better. If he truly wanted to congratulate you he would’ve done it 2 races ago. He seemed grateful that you understood that he had messed up his own words. You didn’t have to know he was waiting outside your door for almost 20 minutes trying to figure out what he wanted to say. He was content with what he wanted to say until he looked up and saw you frozen a few feet away from him. Everything he wanted to say, to confess to you, it had completely left him. Looking at the woman he loves. It was as if it was the first time he saw you. He will always love you as if it was the first day, the only added thing was the memories you two shared. To him you were perfection even with the argument you two had, he still cherished you. And as he’s spiraling he’s noticing the weird look you’re giving him.

“O-oh um shoot!” He covered his mouth trying to remember the speech he was going to give you, it was supposed to be more romantic and the flowers! He just realized he was missing the flowers from his hands, starting to think he really has blown it.

“I’m sorry.” It was blunt. He almost didn’t catch it during his panic of looking for the flowers. But you were staring at him so guiltily.

“I’m sorry I put you in a difficult position. And I… I recognize that now. So I’m truly sorry Charles.” You felt your voice crack towards the end turning your face away from him embarrassed. “No no mon amour. It’s ok.” Shushing you, you felt his arms wrap you into a tight hug making your eyes widen.

You didn’t think you would be in his arms again. The thought had killed you. Gripping onto him tightly you tried hiding your face into his chest. “It’s not ok Charles. It was horrible of me.” You confessed, your mind bringing you back to the night it all went down.

Before you can continue you felt his hands reach for your chin to lift it towards him. Not allowing you to say anything more, he pressed his lips against yours. As if your body knew who it was leaned in more letting yourself to remember what you once had. It was desperate as if all the missing time from one another was poured into one kiss. Feeling his hands tilt your chin more to give him more space as his hand grip your neck possessively. Moaning into his mouth you felt his body press against yours knowing how this goes. Throwing your arms around his neck he tapped your legs lightly signaling your usual routine.

Jumping up he caught you as you wrapped your legs around his waist not wanting to break away from him. There were too many drunk nights that it became muscle memory as he reached for his key and unlocked the door.

You refused to change the locks wanting him to come back to you in any way. You were glad as he slammed the door shut behind you both, letting your body fall slowly onto the couch.

Barely breaking away from the kiss you pulled him back, letting your hands roam his body in desperation. Every exposed spot was yours to feel as you helped him finally take off his shirt. He pressed his body against yours wanting you to feel every part of him. Every move from one another was feral as your body went to grind against his, his hand immediately finding your neck with a slight squeeze. Letting out a content sigh, you see his eyes find yours.

“Just keep looking at me please.”

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I love your writing it's so satisfying to read! Can I request a platonic fic 👉👈 with the variants or mark, with a sayaka (madoka magica) reader or a cinnabar (land of the lustrous) reader I really love your work keep up the great work! (Idk if you know these shows so I put the titles here just in case ^^!!)

Platonic!Mark x Reader

a/n - i’ve never thought about doing a platonic imagine like ever so this tested my abilities. I just have a want to make everything romantic lol but hopefully you like 👉🏻👈🏻 sorry if its booty

(requests are open!!)

“I-I need your help!” Shoving off your blanket practically tripping over yourself your hand gripped the phone tighter. “What do you mean! Where are you!” Hearing Mark’s tone threw you in a panic, worried he got himself caught in something he can’t handle. “I’m sending you my location, please hurry!”

As fast as you could you ran to the spot he wanted, yelling out apologies as you ran into people who were walking way too slow. Confused as you saw the exact location in the distance it didn’t occur to you it was Mark’s favorite comic store.

Hiding behind a wall you transformed into your outfit wielding a sword ready for what’s in there. Hopefully it’s not too destroyed after whatever fight is going to happen. Trying not to think too much about it being quiet outside, you rationalize it as some hostage situation and that’s why Mark isn’t breaking the buildings around you.

Bursting in you looked around trying to find the villain Mark was fighting, sword at the ready. “Aeros?” Hearing your hero name you perked up recognizing Mark’s voice, but his outfit left you confused.

Donning his regular civilian clothes you saw a group of guys surrounding him, as he finally pointing you out. “See! I told you I know them, now give me the comic!”

That fucking sell-out.

Before you can strangle him, the group crowded you shoving their phones in your face, as you see Mark happily paying for the comic in the front. With a strained smile you took some wanted pictures, glaring at Mark who gave you an apologetic smile before practically booking it. “How did this even happen?” You muttered catching a bystander’s interest, “Oh he wanted this limited edition comic and I had the last copy but he told me I can get a picture with you in exchange for it.”

That fucking asshole.

“Alright glad you guys got your photos! Thanks for supporting me, but I gotta run!” Before they can even stop you, you had run out the door looking wildly for the boy you call a friend. Seeing a familiar back of the head turn the corner, your body automatically starts sprinting fueled by your annoyance of taking photos. “You asshole!” Hearing him beg for you to stop chasing him, it just fuels your spite. “Get over here you back-stabber!”

“Please! I just really needed this!” Yelping at the sudden impact of dust being thrown at you, you grit your teeth as you try waving it off. Looking up you see Mark floating above you knowing fully well you aren’t capable of doing the same. “C’mon! I babysat Cheerio for you!”

“You’re her uncle Mark! She missed you!” You emphasized pulling out your phone showing him the photo of the two of you with your cute poodle smiling happily at the camera. “You can’t use that on me!” Mark whined feeling guilty seeing the photo, “And you can’t use me as some trading card!” You countered making Mark groan in response.

“You’re my friend!”

“And you’re my Cheerio’s god-father so obviously relationships don’t matter!”

This was the outcome of your relationship with Mark. An annoying relationship of back and forths.

But as he knocked on your door with a plate of home-cooked meal from his mom and a bag of treats for his god-daughter. You couldn’t help but forgive him glad you had a friend by your side.

“How was the comic?” You asked scooping another spoonful of Debbie’s food into your mouth. “It was worth it.”Staring him down as he gave you the glaringly wrong answer he finally stuttered out the correct one as you place the dirty plate on the coffee table. “Jeez was this payback because of the photos I showed Eve.” Finally recalling the only reason why Mark would’ve done this to you.

Recalling a few months back on how she wished she could see Mark’s baby photos as he put them under tight lock and key, and practically begging his mom to never show them to Eve.

Which where you graciously waltzed in by presenting your own photos remembering the old photos you used to keep safe, photos Mark never knew existed. You made some copies for Eve to keep wanting her to get the full girlfriend experience of seeing a boyfriend’s baby photos, but she unfortunately gave it away.

“Wait how did you know that happened?” Looking at you two suspiciously as Eve tried joking about Mark’s bowl cut incident years ago, it only solidified what he assumed was your fault when you both looked at each other guiltily.

“No! But now I know what else I can hold over you!” Mark’s face was burning red remembering the exact photo that Eve had gotten from you, making you laugh at his misfortune.

“No you can’t! You already used your one chance.” You pushed not needing another ambush, feeling embarrassed that you weren’t any ready for a photo shoot. “Why do you worry so much about your photos?”

“Believe it or not Mark, I love making sure every photo of me out there gets me at the right angle.” He rolls his eyes at the many times you’ve fought side by side remembering how you always take a moment to pose when there’s a News crew overhead.

“Wait Mark does it look better if I pose like this or. . .like this!” Striking a pose as you held the detached tentacle of an alien that Mark was currently struggling with, he grits his teeth as he was slammed back onto the ground. “You look bad in both just help me!” Scoffing at him you decided to pose with your sword instead out of spite until he finally apologized and helped you pick a pose so you can help him kill the alien.

Which ultimately made you pose next to the beaten alien with Mark holding a light up begrudgingly he borrowed from the helicopter.

“Do you even remember the names they called me after that.” Mark asked in belief at the absurdity of it all, which made you grin happily as you got the better half of the deal. “What? That you were my little assistant.” You recalled innocently making Mark internally seethe remembering how in his solo missions they would rather ask for you than Invincible.

That was a cool name! And he’s a cool hero. . .

“You suck for that…” Cooing at his depressed face, he swatted your hand away playfully, picking up the remote to put something on the tv. You see Cheerio choose Mark over you and get comfortable in his lap making you happy that they pushed the assistant thing on Mark. “Even Eve believe I was actually your assistant for some time!” This time making you laugh proudly remembering Eve’s confused face as Mark didn’t want to shake her hand after the introductions.

“You’re Aeros’s assistant right? You’re pretty cool for a sidekick!” She was trying to be so kind, but her genuine tone killed Mark as you tried biting down a snicker, hearing Mark’s ego be crushed beside you. She immediately apologized when she realized the rumor wasn’t true; thanks to Mark strained telling of what happened, letting you finally cackle in the sidelines seeing the two future-love birds hash it out.

“I’ll never forgive you for that.” In a threatening tone you both can’t believe, you sighed contently as your head fell against the pillow on your couch, Debbie’s food making you sleepy after a long day. “I’ve done more positives in your life so don’t forget that.” Knowing he can’t argue against that he muttered something under his breath making you reflexively kick his side, making him let out a groan swatting your foot away from him.

It was a peaceful silence between you two, with only an occasional giggle from you, being entertained by the show. This was your routine with one another, a peaceful recharge of all responsibilities. Yours as a cursed user blessed with a sword, forcefully promised to protect the world, being one of the main faces of the superhero world, willingly or not. Mark who is still trying to navigate the same world, with less time, thrusted into a world that his father wanted to take over, the responsibilities of who he is weighing heavily on him. But you both find a solace within one another that simply can’t be explained.

Seeing the father-son duo fight in the screen in front of him reminded him of what he was missing. A life that was tore away from him by someone he trusted. He wishes to block it all out, the screams, the pain, the begging. He remembers it all vividly. Everyone was impacted in some type of way.

He remembers the silence you both shared when you had visited him in his hospital room.

You made no effort to comfort him, to share your thoughts, no words were exchanged. Just a silence that enveloped you both as you sat beside him your eyes meeting the floor rather than his.

It helped. In some weird way it helped.

It helped remind him that you were there but you didn’t want to overstep with your words. Because you didn’t understand. No one does understand. And you’re not going to try. You’re simply going to hear.

“Did you get hurt?” He asked, his voice strained from the days of not speaking. Everything in his body being practically crushed as he was trying to recover. That’s all he can do. Lay there and wallow in pain as his body tries to heal itself physically.

“Nope.” It wasn’t teasing, or trying to lighten the mood. You just gave him a small smile to ease his worry of another person he held dear was not hurt. He confided in you. All these warped emotions he spilled them out for you to hear, every piece anger/hatred he couldn’t share with anyone but you. He knew his emotions would only hurt his mother, hurt those around him as his anger was directed to everyone/everything. He knew what he was feeling was right yet it was eating him up inside. But you stayed. You stayed by his side seeing the ugly that no one really acknowledges of Mark; or never felt like allowed him to. And he was glad that you were by his side, that nothing happened to you.

It wasn’t until he got better and was moving around that he found out from Cecile, you were caught in the crossfire.

He knew you had regenerative abilities. But he didn’t know the extent as he watched the screen in horror seeing your arm get ripped off time and time again. Your body was being ripped by the second but here you were regenerating yourself, gritting your blood-soaked teeth to give Mark even a second more to recuperate. Hoping to use this as motivation for Mark to continue training, and fight with them. It just fueled Mark with the turmoil he thought he left behind in that room.

He was just tired of being lied to.

When he arrived at your front door he practically ended the friendship right then and there. And you didn’t even bother stopping him as you thanked him for all his time with you. He was grieving. Grieving a life that he’ll no longer have. A normalcy he can’t ever think of having, just a weapon against his father.

He wanted to apologize. He confided in Eve during the time that he regrets ever saying those words to you, just a moment of heightened emotions he took out on you, as Eve tried helping him with advice of what he can do to help being friends again.

But you didn’t care. You knew he needed time. After two months you were at his window with a bag of burgers and drinks as a sign of forgiveness.

He’s always riddled with guilt whenever he thinks back at the time. Understanding fully well why you’ve done it, you understand him painfully so. You knew in a way that the friendship wasn’t over, this was something that happened one other time as Mark was the victim of your words previously. But you guys came back, appreciating one another tenfold as you understood what you guys were to one another.

“Do you think we were like cousins in some weird life?”

“Like reincarnations and why weird you weirdo?”

“That’s like when people come back from the dead no?” Rolling your eyes, even if you also thought the same thing at some point only able to know the word because of the worrying amount of fictional media you consume. “I say siblings no? Like you’re so annoying that you had to have been my brother.”

“I will throw Cheerio at you.” Putting your hands up in faux surrender, you try to think about the hypothetical. Maybe you guys really could’ve been siblings in a past life, you never felt a love for Mark as anything more than a friend and vice-versa. It was a connection that no one can explain if you were to ask those to close you. The devotion to one another is something else entirely as scenario after scenario was thrown at the two of you only bringing you two closer.

Since the moment you were cursed, you recalled all the moments shared with Mark. Both growing up without powers for a chunk of your life but it didn’t deter you from living it to the fullest. Sharing play dates, as Debbie was convinced you both were meant to be for a short awhile. But when she caught you play-fighting in the mud as you stood over Mark with a maniacal life she understood she practically had another demon child in her hands. Not that she would complain she finds you adorable. Always having your parents over so you both can spend more time with one another just glad to see the smiles on your faces. They always joked that you had the worst luck of the two, considering you would always sport an injury after every hangout. At some point they were debating on bubble-wrapping you as tiny Mark ran into the house in full on sobs not able to say anything only following him out to the back seeing you sit there in shock with blood coming out of your nose and forehead.

You just didn’t want to get Mark in trouble considering the jumping off the roof was his idea.

And glad he didn’t follow right after you jumped.

But that luck truly did follow you as you were walking with your parents hoping to find a gift for Mark and his family after Nolan’s success of pushing out his books. All you could do was blink before realizing you were no longer holding your mother’s hand. Randomly caught in a battle between a villain and some C+ grade hero left you wounded crying out for your parents. Not knowing the news you would come to hear in the following days. You were in so much pain, feeling every tiny twist you take making you cough out more blood, impaled by some rubble. Rotten luck. It wasn’t until some strange creature came to you in hopes to make a deal with a suffering body for an exchange of a soul. You were perfect.

It would grant a wish.

And you wished to see your family one more time.

And then they found you. But something was different about you when they found you recovering in a hospital bed.

You had become a weapon, and they were planning to harness that same power to help protect Earth.

His family found you in the hospital bed unmoving, you practically looked dead the only indication of life was your breathing as you stared ahead with no ounce of will to live. Mark had stayed by your side through it all, you assume sooner or later you would’ve stopped wanting to live if it wasn’t for him and his family.

In some sick joke you were able to see your parents one more time as you wished for. Mark was by your side as you cried over their casket, having your life practically changed overnight. It was cruel. And you wished for your life to change but you knew you had to accept it. Bitterly accept the truth and be glad there is someone still with you through it all. You were always grateful to Mark and his mother. Always giving her small gifts whenever she mentions there’s something she wants or you know she’ll like; knowing you can never repay her kindness but wanting to do so anyways. As for Mark- it was awkward. You only tried once thanking him but as you both stuttered over your thank you and your welcome you accept the fact that some things need to be unspoken. But you knew he knew and that was enough for the both of you.

The bright colors of the screen pulled you out of yours thoughts as a funky commercial was advertising some new area. An arcade filled with excessive lights, but a crap ton of arcade games from all the years, some thought previously discontinued now there and only there for everyone to play. “Dude.”

“Dude.”

Looking back at one another with a knowing smile you ran towards the door, struggling to put your shoes on, while Mark apologizes to Cheerio excessively of moving her off his lap. “Guess we’re going to Las Vegas!” You shout excitedly keys ready in hand.

“It says Nevada.” Pausing all your movements you glance at Mark feeling your brain start to slow at the upcoming thinking ahead.

“Nevada? Isn’t that Las Vegas?” Shit.

“No they would just call it Las Vegas. . .right?” It was futile. Maybe you guys shouldn’t be friends as your lack of school education and Mark’s general stupidity for places had you guys at a standstill.

You share a look with one another before reaching a conclusion just with your eyes. “I’ll call Eve.”

“You go do that.”

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The emotional connection between a writer/artist and a really obscure song that they associate with their characters is immensely powerful and cannot be explained

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Made for the Camera

Iron Fist x reader

a/n - i just love hot fictional men (lowkey ass but free smut is good smut; requests are open 🙂‍↕️)

You had rehearsed this so many times in the mirror as you flashed a beaming smile, hearing the clicks run rampant in exchange. The flashes of the camera was killing your eyesight as you tried to maintain your normal composure. “Any plans to join an agency?”

“Any lovers?”

“Show us a trick?”

You felt your eyebrow twitch in annoyance hearing the stereotypical questions these interviewers always have. In the corner of your eye you see your manager motioning a smile onto his face. Directly towards you. Suppressing your anger you just continued posing, there’s worst things in the world and this isn’t one of them. You can’t complain when you’re practically made for this life. Never wanting anything more than be adored and captured forever in time.

Waving your goodbye to the crowd you let your manager direct you towards the event, familiar faces coming to view. It was a gorgeous event filled with every known superhero to exist. To thank them for all their hard work while shoving food down their throats. “So we’re going to meet the investors of that clothing brand you worked with last week.”

“Wait which one? Because one of the assistants tried getting grabby and it was just weird.” You shuddered stopping the waiter from walking off thanking him for the glass of champagne. “It’s the one with the name I can’t pronounce-.” Groaning he smacked your arm lightly reminding you to fix your attitude in these type of settings.

“I don’t want to.” You whined making him shake his head, “Don’t matter that’s where the money is.”

“Randy my man! How are you!” Not skipping a beat to abandon you at a social function he barely spared you a glance wanting to catch up with the random man leaving you to sip your drink. At least he isn’t in your ear telling you your future depressing plans. “You ok?” Not noticing the tall man right beside you, you immediately apologized realizing you were in-front of the drink bar blocking his way.

“You’re fine.” Offering you a kind smile you see him debate on what drink to get, but he left you feeling stupid as you were struck by his looks.

He is one fine-

“Astralis right?” Snapping you out of your thoughts you quickly nodded your head noticing his eyes were back on you, “And you’re Iron-Fist?” It immediately sounded stupid when those words left your lips as it takes one look at his outfit to know who he was. Who doesn’t know him? Those bandages really hug all the right muscles-

You can’t get distracted.

But jeez you did not know how attractive he was in person. You’re not stupid you know a fine man when you see one. But those interviews you watched on TV did not do him justice, up-close where you can see his boyish grin for yourself he had you whipped. How does one look hot and cute at the same time? Noticing your distressed face, he chuckled, an unknown glint in his eyes. “I was just asking since I’ve noticed your work. You seem to be quite the person.” Taking notice of his tone, he was careful to choose his words for some reason. To be fair he doesn’t really need to take care he can say anything to you at this point and you’ll take it. “The legendary Iron-Fist noticing me? I am one lucky person.”

He noted the look you were giving him, a seductive smile now taking place on your face. “You really aren’t subtle about this.” He laughed quietly, hoping the drink drowns his nerves noticing the tentative steps you’re taking towards him. “Can you blame me? I don’t need anybody snatching you up.” You admitted leaving him stun at your confident words not used to being one-upped, he bit the inside of his cheek looking around him if anyone is seeing the same thing he is.

You have to be some succubus sent to him, and if you were…- they won. He’s giving in. “Do you charm everyone you usually meet?” You suddenly ask, never giving him time to recover from your previous words. “No, I only turned it on for you.” He didn’t give you some lengthy explanation of how you’re the only woman in his life that you’re used to hearing to excuse their sleeping around. Not that you care; when you’re in the mood you just want to get to it. Quick and simple with his words it made a smile be drawn onto your face. “Did you come in here wanting to…” Trailing off you made the childish finger in hole motion making him finally laugh out-loud.

“To be fair I came for a drink.” Reminding you of how you guys even met to begin with. “And if anything… I was going to ask-.”

“Y/N, Y/N! She’s over here she’ll love talking to you! Hey Y/N!” Groaning you offer him an apologetic look which he waved off, painfully so. Your manager somehow within the time gone has gotten himself drunk, and brought more clients to deal with. "Randy what did I say about this." Giving a strained smile to the clients behind Randy's back, you pull his ear close to your lips. “I don’t pick up clients at these events. You know the reason why-!”

“You should be grateful to me.” You didn’t know if you looked more offended or Randy did. But seeing his face as if he was a victim was enough to piss you off even further. “Who the hell do you think you are?”

“We can chat about this real quick if you don’t mind!” The clients tried cutting in, pissed that they’re interrupting your conversation, but you knew better than to tell them off. “Just give me a moment.” They seemed to ignore your annoyed smile, trying to continue the conversation while shoving their business cards your way.

Going to begrudgingly grab their card to maintain face even after their annoying act, a pair of rough hands quickly swiped it away from them. “I know a couple of people that are willing to take this.” He stood in front of you letting you see the true stature of the man you wanted to be in bed with already. Not wanting to make it awkward he looked as if he was genuinely checking out the cards leaving the client’s frazzled. "O-Oh wait it wasn't fo-!"

"She's busy talking to her manager why don't we go somewhere?" Walking past you with a wink his arms wrapped around the annoying client's neck dragging him away as he had playful smile on his face.

Has it been that long where someone gives you some basic decency, you want them more.

You’re too fucked up in the brain for this. Hoping to see him again in better circumstances you turn your attention back onto your drunk agent wishing you gave him your number.

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“Long time?” Maybe it was the strange predicament that you’re in. Said predicament being the reason why all the blood is rushing to your head. Same predicament that has you tied up upside down, with an attractive masked man beside you.

“Quite.”

You see him practically admire the handy-work of the assholes who tied you up still leaving you woozy. “You trying to get an idea for later?” He quirked an eyebrow amused as if time never gone by you two.

3 months exactly.

Months of settling on seeing your face on the tv.

Who knew he’ll be longing for a woman he only met once.

He wants more of you in any way you’ll give him.

“You want to say please?” Rolling your eyes you tried lifting your head to relieve the starting pain. “Don’t be like that.” He teased twirling your hair around his fingers, delicate touches that has you shivering.

“You truly know how to woo me.”

“Since you asked so politely.” Sarcasm lacing his voice, he efficiently got you down, taking care in setting you down. “How did you even find me?”

“Your agent was worried about you, you haven’t been picking up his calls.” Thanking your agent internally you winced feeling how much the rope dug into your ankles. Without skipping a beat you felt his arms scoop under your legs, letting out a gasp as your hands instinctively wrapped around his neck. “Still- you telling me this wasn’t on purpose?” He didn’t have to know you were going to heal your leg taking advantage of the feeling of his chest against your body.

“Aren’t you glad to see my face.”

You’re thankful in more ways than one for his face but he doesn’t need the ego boost. “Is there a way to repay you?”

Casting you a knowing look you lightly slapped his chest ignoring right off the bat how strong it was. “Like something actually nice.”

“You are something nice.” Can’t help but giggle you looked around trying to find anybody, “Where did you put them?”

“Gave them over to the police they’re cleaning it up now.” Biting your lip nervously, it’s not like you have free time at the drop of the hat, your agent would probably have you modeling tomorrow and you’ve been overdue for some patrols.

“What if I repay the favor here then?” He wasn’t too surprised by your offer, and he’s not too surprised by his own feelings towards it.

“Do you really think you can handle it?” Purposing making it have double meaning you looked up at him with a pleading look, “Oh c’mon you wanna waste this chance?”

You both knew the answer to that.

Maneuvering your legs to wrap around him feeling his hand cupping your ass to keep you up, using his other hand to grip onto your neck tightly pulling you in a heated kiss. Sighing happily against his lips you felt his tongue tease yours, squeezing your ass closer, feeling his dick harden against you. Tugging at your hair, exposing your neck, he bit into it feeling you squirm underneath him. He sucked onto your neck softly, as you let yourself just enjoy the moment. Feeling the desperation from him with every kiss he sets you on a broken counter letting him position his body between your legs. Reconnecting your lips you felt his costume underneath your fingers, it wasn’t cheap but it was thin enough to press against him feeling the sturdiness of his body. How his giant hands rested on your hips keeping you steady, nipping his lip playfully to feel how those hands grip onto you tighter, feeling the warmth against your skin, wanting those hands to be everywhere on you.

“You could’ve had this so much sooner.” He murmured taking off your shirt with no problem feeling the air nip at your chest. “It was obvious you wanted to do it.” Letting him ramble, you just tugged at his hair directing him towards your chest with a mischievous glint. He can’t even fake an annoyed expression as you knew he wanted every part of you. Peppering kisses across your chest, you would feel his wet tongue lap at it every once in awhile, before sucking on the spot making you moan out in pleasure. Fondling your left tit as he snapped your bra off before latching himself on your nipple. Shivering at the warm feeling of his mouth you sighed contentedly as you felt his tongue swirl around it, teasing it lightly making you buck into his body. Wrapping your fingers around his black hair, you gave it a harsh tug feeling the vibration of a moan on your nipple from him exciting you further. “You missed me that bad?” You teased making him pull away from your nipple with a pop, flashing his cocky grin at you.

“Yeah I did. Are you going to deny you did?” Letting your hands caress his cheek your hand messed with the yellow mask covering his eyes. You couldn’t read his expression, but his body did enough talking. His heavy breathing, his curious hands, his mouth. “Of course not.”

“Then why didn’t you come see me.” It almost sounded pathetic making you grin at him, he wouldn’t admit how that made him feel.

“I’m a hard-working person. Who else is going to pose in front of the cameras if not for me.” He let out a laugh making you pause, “You don’t have to work yourself to the bone for that.”

“I’m not. It’s as easy as breathing, I look good no matter what.” He believes whole-heartedly that you are the most gorgeous person he’s laid his eyes on, but he had his fair share of cameras and it was anything but easy. “Just because you suck at it doesn’t mean I do.” You jab pushing him away from you, glaring at him. “Oh c’mon it wasn’t like that. Really I’m sorry Y/N.” Holding onto your cheeks he placed a soft kiss on your nose, trying to seem as apologetic as he can, he really didn’t mean to come at your job like that simply not on the same page of difficulty for a job like yours. “Where is it?”

He was confused as you practically manhandled his body, patting down his outfit as your hand lingered over certain parts trying to look for whatever you are. “What are you talking about?”

“Your phone.” Still confused he reached behind his waist belt pulling out his phone, handing it over to you. Opening the camera, he saw you swipe to video before passing it back to him. “I’ll prove to you that I always look good, from any angle.”

Whatever he did in his past life to deserve this moment he just thanks the Gods for it. He didn’t need anything more.

“Are you sure? I might look better than you in it.” He baited as you nonchalantly shrugged your shoulders. “You wish.” This was not an opportunity he wanted to waste. Propping his phone up to capture the two of you, he already sensed a snarky comment coming his way making him clamp his hand over your mother, making your eyes widen in shock. “I’ll just fuck you in every angle to see if we can find one.” Swallowing nervously you couldn’t help but blush feeling his big hand completely cover your mouth.

“So let’s start with this one.” Gripping onto your hair tightly you groaned as you felt him push you down, knees scraping the floor. It felt intimate as you hand grasp the edge of his pants, swiftly pulling everything down, trying not to look impressed about the size in front of you. Spitting on it your hands wrapped around it started to jerk him off immediately making him moan aloud. Feeling his warm dick as your hand moved up and down slowly before letting it touch your lips softly. Opening your mouth you felt it get bigger in your hand as you started to suck on it. In a consistent motion you sucked on the tip, with your hand stroking him at the base hearing him let out a louder moan. “Fuck…” Every noise that escaped his lips gave you more of a want to please him, wanting his moans to be all you hear, as you let your tongue twirl around the tip. “You’re right about this angle at least.” Peering up at him you feel yourself get more impatient at the sight in front of you. Looking down at you with a blissed out smile, letting out airy moans, his cheeks were flushed red as you see his chest move up and down, eyebrows knitting whenever you take him all in your mouth hearing you struggle below him. If you could see the what he was seeing as he let his hand rest on your cheek stroking it softly, for the encouragement to continue a little longer. Feeling your tongue press the tip of his dick almost finished as he tapped your cheek, “I’m almost done, mo-.” Letting out an unexpected loud moan he felt you bottom out, sucking him whole. “H-hey!” Feeling your hand tighten around his thigh you looked up at him innocently, you wanted him cum right there right now.

Holding onto the top of your head, he let out a desperate moan as he tried holding it back, “You’re gonna make me cum stop!” With no sign of stopping, he finally wrapped his fingers around the hairs on the back of your head, tugging at his harshly making you get off his dick effectively. “You can’t be mad that you were getting good head.” You challenge making him chuckle, “You’re so fucked.” Throwing you over his shoulders you let out a yelp at the sudden change, trying to hold in a yelp as his hand smacked your ass painfully so. Kicking his pants to the side he propped you against the counter, ass-up tearing off your pants before bringing his hand down for another hard slap. Letting out a yelp of pain you tried telling him off but were met with fingers being shoved down your mouth. “Just shut up and enjoy it.”

Didn’t have to tell you twice.

Palming your ass, as it soothed the stinging pain he just brought upon it, you hear him spit on his free hand, feeling the teasing fingers by your hole. Brimming with anticipation you let out a choked out moan feeling the stretch of his finger in it, his hand was anything but normal. With already one finger you felt so good knowing how big his hands are you bucked into his hand motioning for another one. “God you are such a slut.” His raspy voice accused letting another finger in as you tried not to bite onto his fingers in your mouth. Your body felt flushed as you feel the stretch of his two fingers being pumped in and out in perfect rhythm. The squelching coming out of you egged him on, wanting to hear more, wanting to be the reason why there is more. Adding one more you practically bit down on his fingers feeling full off of those. He felt every part of your body accept him, as your ass was practically bouncing back onto his fingers desperate for him to continue, the flutter of your hole sucking all his fingers in he can only assume how it would feel on his dick. Taking out his fingers from your mouth, you let out a drawled out moan as you feel him pump his fingers out quicker. His free hand was immediately put to work as he messed with your clit, making you gasp in pleasure, “W-wait!” The motion of his fingers was getting too much for your body, and you refuse to let it end early. “Now you want me to stop?” Realizing how bad this is falling back onto you, you grip onto the counter tighter as you tried controlling your breathing, feeling yourself coming down soon. “P-please… I just want you in me.”

“That was going to happen regardless.” You practically feel the confidence overflowing from behid you as you tried biting back a scream feeling his quickened pace having you on edge. “It’s ok baby just do it.” He encouraged as his fingers stretched you deliciously so feeling the former hand now resting on your ass, maybe he knew you had a thing for his hands, making sure you feel it caress every inch of your ass, the warmth burning your skin as you bit onto your lip, “Nu-uh.” Gripping onto your lower jaw he helped you keep it open as you let out a string of moans, music to his ears as he hears you come undone, begging him to go faster. Feeling your hole suck his fingers in deeper coated with all your juices, as your ass bucked into his fingers consistently. “Fuck… right there…just-!”Jaw going slack as you cried out riding out your orgasm feeling yourself tighten around his fingers, every part of you feeling sensitive as you tried pulling yourself off of him; feeling weak at your knees his hands being the only reason why you’re still up.

“This angle too! It’s basically impressive.” Not caring for his words, you tried regulating your breathing as you came down from your euphoric high, not able to question him laying you out on the counter, the cold surface making you sigh in delight compared to your sticky skin.

It wasn’t until you practically jumped at the tip of his dick going in, clutching his wrist from stopping him. “What are you doing!?”

“Are we really going to act stupid about this?” You wanted to smack that smile off of his face as he innocently smiled at you, body twitching as you felt him slip a small part of his dick in. “Your pussy is practically begging for me.” He reasoned letting his fingers wrap around yours, using as momentum to make you come slamming down onto his dick. You both moaned out in pleasure not leaving you any time to adjust as he sought out your other hand to pull you back down. Letting out moans that practically resembles pleas he sees your head fall to the side as you drooled in pleasure, overstimulated by it all. “Nghh... let’s see - if you still look good fucked stupid.”

Feeling every inch of him as he thrusted in and out was a euphoric feeling that you know you’re always going to chase for again. His hands wrapped around your wrist bringing you back onto his dick as if you’re some rag doll, whining out in pleasure as your body could barely handle anything more.

His cock slams back into you feeling the ridge of his tip scrape against your walls, feeling every bit of him in you. “God you’re...so beautiful.” Gravely and rough his voice was giving him away but he didn’t care. The sight he had of you was a heaven he didn’t think he deserved, seeing how your hole practically swallowed him up every single time. Grunting he felt himself get close feeling your hole flutter around him again. “Oh fuckkk... - please just hurry.” You whined as you felt the tears prick your eyes, and a strange feeling start to build up in your stomach.

“Shit-!” He grunted abandoning your wrist for your hips, moaning out as you feel his fingers dip at your skin deep. He started to fuck you in a brutal pace, as if he wanted to bruise you making sure he pulls you out all the way before slamming you back onto his cock. Not caring how loud you became you cried out for him, wanting him to use you in any way, which he quickly complied to as he felt himself come closer. You shudder feeling yourself slowly go limp as he fucks you through your overstimulation going at a brutal pace that you couldn’t help but enjoy admire his blissed out expression as he played with your clit just moaning out curses feeling too much pleasure across your body. Feeling yourself let go before him was practically a curse as he fucked you in a bruising pace, going faster and faster, not satisfied with leaving you as it, grinding his dick against your hole everytime he entered was enough for you; as your legs shakes uncontrollably your last ditch was effort was wrapping them around him in closer finally making him bottom out as he finished with a guttural moan. Feeling his cum fill you up inside, you felt the warm ooze drip out from you making him look at you with a tired smirk.

Weakly reaching towards his face, you tugged down the mask finally seeing his whole face, not disappointed by what you see. “You got a mask fetish?” He joked making you throw his mask back at him as he let out a loud laugh. “Na just knew I was going to be disappointed.”

Chuckling he gets closer as he towers over you, feeling the warmth of his body bounce off of yours, seeing his arm cage you beside your head. “You really are beautiful though.” Pressing a soft kiss on your lips it was a jarring difference to what you both had shared, but you relished in it cupping his cheeks to pull him closer. Until you both couldn’t breathe you begrudgingly pulled away feeling more tired than anything.

You see him glance over at the still recording phone he couldn’t help but let out a boyish grin, “Can’t believe I have this all to myself.” You laughed as you feel him stuff himself into your chest, his breath tickling you.

“Isn’t the famous Iron-Fist so lucky?” You teased hoping to talk about the recording more in depth later, considering this isn’t an everyday thing you do. And only want to reserve it for those who you hold dearly.

“Call me Lin.” Shocked that he gave you his actual name and weren’t settling with superhero names you smiled knowing you can pursue this worry free. “Don’t look so surprised we just created a sex-tape like on our second meeting.” Nudging him to not ruin the mood, he settles his head on your chest hearing your now steady breaths, letting you play with his hair as you stay in this bliss for a moment longer.

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Hi I just found your blog and omg love your writing!! 10/10!! Would it be ok if I hear your thoughts or hcs on Mark but how do you think he would treat his darling if there were different species ? (Like human , mega human or an alien ?) (I’m fine with female or gn reader ^^) please 🙏

A/n: Aww thanks I appreciate reading that!! ╰(⸝⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝⸝)╯

In my very professional and correct opinion - I really don’t think Mark gives a fuck if that makes sense. Like if he’s interested in you and you got a solid personality man is willing to be your #1 cheerleader. Human or not man is just happy to be there, if anything he would be mad curious wanting to know every detail about you. Which can be good for late night talks lol

So have my headcannons!!

Mark x Alien!Reader

- “Wait is that like regular you, or your costume?” He apologizes every time he remembers his first words to you when he thought he was fighting a villain recognizing how he might need to check his words from now on.

- “You didn’t know Mark it’s fine.” Even after all the apologies he always takes you out for a sweet treat every time he remembers wanting to see a smile on your face, and not hate him for his words. (Which you can never do)

- If you ever want to win an argument you always pull that card, effectively making him shut up and get on his knees to apologize.

- Without you knowing he has made a list of all your little quirks in his note apps, never wanting to forget something that can make you feel out of place with your time on Earth.

- He was always so curious where you came from, as he admired the gold lines streaking your body, it was a delicate set of patterns that glow when you’re feeling too much of one emotion. And the singular twirly antenna sprout you have on the top of your head made it hard for him to not fall for you, weirdly so. All of this effectively made you stick out when you’re walking down the streets as you’re usually beaming, a walking star practically.

-It hurts his eyes, like really bad (he’ll never tell you this) so by the end of the day he’s squinting at his mom trying to recall the moments he had good vision

- Everytime people give him the solution of sunglasses he shoots it down, wanting to embrace every part of you… even if it blinds him

- You forced him to wear sunglasses ever since you saw his trash piled with eye drops

- “How do you not find them cute?” He asked shocked, looking up at you with a scooped up kitten in his arms. “These ‘things’ are demons on my planet practically.” You say bluntly, shivering at the cat-infested home you remembered you left. Misinterpreting your words as 100% truth; whenever there’s a cat nearby he scoops you up with so much panic you always assume you’re being under attacked. But in fact it was just him throwing you over his shoulder and hauling ass away from the cat.

- He likes feeling the difference between your skin, and the gold plates practically etched onto your body feeling the difference in texture. He likes hearing the noise when he taps on it hearing a clank every time making him chuckle.

-If we’re being honest he can keep himself entertained for a good hour just doing that with every part of your body.

-He still loves and cherishes it didn’t matter what you are. He loves the crinkle your eyes do whenever you smile, the way you wear your emotions free for everyone to see never ashamed of who you were.

- You being so in tune with your emotions, you always help him understand his own considering everything he goes through, glad you’re by him through it all.

- It was a burning question every time he sees your antenna bouncing around. He needs to ask. But would he offend? He doesn’t want to. But the curiosity is killing him.

- It took him a year to ask you.

- “If like…… someone cuts your antenna do you die?”

- You couldn’t help but give him massive side-eye as you try to see if he’s holding an unknown pair of scissors. It doesn’t go unnoticed by him.

- “It’s not like I was going to cut it!”

- “You said it so suspiciously can you blame me!”

- You don’t die if it’s cut. (Much to your own relief whenever you see Mark holding scissors)

- He’s glad that you never joined the hero scene much to Cecil’s dismay considering he knows what’s going to happen if you do.

-Everyone is going to love you, see how beautiful you are, fall in love and there’s never going to be enough time to be one another, and you’ll leave him to rot. And he really wouldn’t want to resort to locking you in his closet so he’s grateful you’re all his.

-That’s what he says atleast as you gave him an unimpressed look at his dramatics.

- “That wouldn’t happen.”

- “You don’t know that.”

- He adores and practically kisses the floor you walk on, never feeling luckier to be called your boyfriend.

- If you get Mark to love you human or not he would do anything in his power to make you the happiest person in the planet.

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people who don't experience hyperfixation don't know what it feels like to hyperfixate so much on something that it becomes not only your subject of obsession but also your source of happiness and literally the main reason why you still keep going; literal source of strength and life.

shoutout to my favorite fictional characters, favorite people, favorite ships, favorite movies, favorite tv shows, fanfics and archive of our own

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gotta block u bc your posts clog up the entire fucking timeline, learn how to use the "read more" function...

i do!! you fucking loser 😝

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na it’s bad but the confidence is what ppl need and i unfortunately have a fuck ton of that

Idk who needs to hear this but just because your writing isn’t good yet doesn’t mean it’s bad either

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I need you to understand that when I say "comments are appreciated!" I mean that I will reply to every one of them. I mean that an email with an ao3 notification has a higher priority than a message from my mother. I mean that I will have entire discussions in the comment section if you're up for it. Message me on tumblr and I will have the same discussions on an even more unhinged level. I will dissect entire personalities and ships and fictional political structures and worldbuilding with you. I will become your new best friend. You already ARE my new best friend. At the last battle, I would raise Anduril and say "For my ao3 readers" while a single tears rolls down my cheek, and dive into the fray. I would upload from beyond the grave if someone asked about the next chapter

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i usually am so excited when i finish writing any piece that i think it’s the best ever fckin masterpiece and then of course i post it only to read it a month later and ask myself what is this shi—

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Omni Mark x reader pt.2?

a/n - YOOOOO!? why does he look fine in this angle (pure terrible written smut again tbh hehehehhe ——- i’m drunk ill fix it in a couple days)

@madzpm I’m tagging you but don’t be disappointed i’ll fix it in a couple days (╯︵╰)

“We can’t do this again. I need to go please.” He didn’t want to hear it. Waking up after you both peacefully slept next to one another without you by his side confirmed his thoughts about you.

He hates how devoted you are. How devoted you are to your Mark even when he fucking you into his pillows. When poor Mark was trying to stand his own against all the variants you were getting fucked stupid in a random home, happily taking what he gave. “You really think you want to be with that Mark.” Gritting your teeth as you felt his hand grip tighter onto your hair you tried keeping your tears away not wanting to entertain him any further. Scared if you showed anything he would take advantage of it.

“Don’t you get it.” In a destroyed building you can only hear each other heavy breathing, knowing sinfully where this is going to go. Not trying to make an effort to get away anymore.

“I would treat you so good.” The Mark in-front of you almost pathetically said. He was desperate for you to understand how much he loves you. How much he’s willing to do if it meant having you by his side. “Why are you doing this.” He shouldn’t admit this. As his head rested on your chest he felt your heartbeat be everything but normal. You were scared of him. Of the consequences it might bring if you continue this.

It should’ve deterred him and finally leave you alone. But the thought excited him. You wanted him. And he knew this fully well. He has everything in his world yet all he wants in this one is to fuck you until you become all his. You are only his. You need to know this. And he’ll make you understand this.

Pressing his lips against you, he wanted you to feel his desperation, a desperation he only wants to show you. You are his and he is yours. Biting your lip letting out an airy moan he slipped his tongue tasting everything of yours. His body against yours as you feel against his suit how much he wanted you. Letting your hands ghost over his crotch making him groan into your kiss. Your touch being everything he missed, he’ll accept everything you give. “Keep on going.” He moaned out kissing your neck. Sucking onto it softly as you felt your body buck into him in response.

You’re betraying him. You know you are. But as you peel away from this Mark his flushed heaving face made you forget what you ever wanted. The adoration he looked at you with, the longing to appreciate everything you are made you pathetically want him.

“I hate you.” You confessed making him pull away with a pained smile. The Mark infront of you was disgusting man. He’s killed hundreds of innocent, yet here you are lying in an abandoned building hoping he takes whatever left of what you are. “Do you really now?” Biting into your lower neck you let out an embarrassed moan, feeling the pleasure wrap your entire being. He destroys all defenses you have, but you can’t even act like you hate it. You wanted this. You wanted him. The want he has for you doesn’t compared to your Mark’s.

Does it make you into a bad person?

Yes.

But you no longer care, pressing your lips back into his making him grin. You were his. Feeling your lower half grind into his dick painfully so he bit into your lower neck again making you gasp happily. Teasing one another of who can break feeling his dick harden underneath you making you sigh happily. “Oh god Mark~” Pathetically moaning out you quickened your pace making him grip his fingers around your waist. “Just keep doing that.” He moaned out as you grind against him, a playful motion you don’t get tired of, wanting to feel every part of him.

Not wanting to waste time his mouth finally latched onto your nipple making you shudder. Breathing heavily you felt your fingers tangle into his hair pulling him closer making him moan out. Willing to do everything for you that brings you pleasure. Swirling his tongue his fingers drifted to your clit lightly tapping it wanting to feel every reaction out of you. Hips shifting against his fingers, whining for his touch. With spit covered fingers he finally shoved it into your hole wanting to fuck everything of him in you.

One finger.

Then two.

A consistent pace as he heard the wet squelches echo throughout the building. “You ok?” Nodding as you felt the rough rubble scratch against your back up and down. Adding onto the painful pleasure your hands wrapped around his neck grinding into his fingers wanting to feel every part of him. “Just hurry please.” You whined making his dick harden at the thought. “Do you even deserve it?” He questioned, quickly adding a third finger making you moan out in desperation wanting to feel every part of him. “Yes please! Please I swear….” He knows you don’t even even realize what you’re swearing to but the thought of your dumbed out face was enough to make him tease his dick at your entrance.

“Don’t you dare ever leave me.” Inserting into you slowly you let out a drawled out moan feeling every ridge of his dick entering your insides. Content with this you let your ass bounce against it making him moan into your ear, feeling the desperation at every touch. How his fingers dig into your sides painfully so making your nails dig into him in response. “This is all I want for you.” Feeling your plush hips he held onto it tightly letting you bounce at it at your pace, hearing your moans as encouragement. With quickened moans your nails dug into his shoulders wanting to feel every part of him. “I just want you to feel good.” Feeling every part of him was enough, you becoming a part of him was enough. You bit your lip dragging your hips along his dick making his grip on you tighten.

“C’mon that quickly?” He teased pulling away from you making you involuntary whine missing the warmth his dick provided. Barely sparing you glance you his head dropped into your wanting pussy, licking up every want of your being for him right then and there. Swirling his tongue as you gripped onto his hair , grinding into it wanting him to lap up every taste of you. He was yours.

And you knew he wanted it.

Moaning outloud as your fingers caressed his scalp you grinded back onto his tongue wanting to feel every part of him. Feeling him lick every part of you, you moaned out, never wanting him to forget your taste.

Shoving his hands into your mouth you spat out anything he wanted, feeling his dick rub everything with it before lining your entrance with it again. “Just hurry up.” You whined, making him whine with temptation. “God you’re something else.” He whispered out before finally inserting into you as you let out a drawled out moan. You were ethereal to him, a goddess that he needs to fuck to even compare standing beside. Grinding back onto his dick your whined feeling your orgasm coming as you held onto his neck tightly feeling yourself clench around him. Bouncing onto his dick you knew you couldn’t let go of this man. You wanted to protect him of everything, and you will. He’s made you feel whole, loved , and wanted. He’s your everything, as you feel the ridge of his dick grind against your dick unrelenting as you finally let yourself feel everything you wanted.

Moaning out as you bounced on his dick looking into his eyes, it didn’t matter he wasn’t your Mark. Practically ignoring the bloodied red and white suit you held onto him tightly feeling his dick fill your entire being with a lengthy moan, he is yours and you will carry his future. Stuttering thrusts you felt his cum fill you as he let out a relieving moan into your neck, wanting to stay connected with him, as you held him tightly not wanting to let him go, “I want to stay with you.”

You confessed to him. Holding onto you tightly you feel every muscle of his arm keep you there as he caressed your face.

With a tired sigh he placed a soft kiss on your forehead, “Don’t worry.”

“We’ll stay together.” Not promising a forever but instead making one to protect you as he laid his life for you. He would do everything for you, he won’t make the same mistakes he did in his own world. Just staying connected with him was enough hearing his steady breaths as you laid on his chest reminding you he’s still human, feeling the warmth of holding you so tightly, wanting to stay oblivious to the hurt ahead.

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I CANT FUCKING WRITE

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i write for myself not for comments but dear god getting comments does so remind me of the joy of writing and sharing something

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if it's good enough for you, then it deserves to be made. don't let anyone else decide if your story is worth it or not.