#“i hope you learned your lesson cause next time we won't help you”

[beelzlikes]

Part of my problem is I'm NOT scared. I'm a trust fund baby, Capitalism worked for my parents and they do have millions of dollars.

I did the math: if I had just $1 million and only paid myself the yearly salary I get for my job, I'd be set for the next 25 years. That's longer than I ever planned on actually staying alive!

If I had no pride or self-worth left, I would beg and cry and lie for that money. Try to convince my parents to just give it to me. Oh the things I'd do!

I'd pay off my house and buy a new car. Hell, I'd even pay back my student loans right away. Then maybe go on a quick vacation before sitting down to write a book...

Ah, it's all too good to be true. So instead, I'll wait like a good little boy. My parents are healthy and wise, they aren't going to be dying any time soon, so I won't be getting any of that inheritance money from them until they pass away. Which... Doesn't help me now. At all. In fact, it makes things both stressful AND underwhelming. I have to work to keep my head above water, knowing all the while there's a lifeboat just a few feet to the side, but if I try to grab hold of it, people bat me away with their oars.

"Hey! What did you do to DESERVE getting in this lifeboat? We all worked and earned our place on the lifeboat, there's no room for slackers here. You can wait for a vacancy to open in a few years. But in the meantime you can just drown."

And yet by the same token, why would I bother doing anything for myself when I know it doesn't matter in the long run? I'm supposed to make something of myself? Why not just let my life fall into ruin, accumulate hundreds of thousands of dollars of debt cause I know when I get my inheritance I can make all that disappear. So why bother trying to PREVENT those things from happening when at the end of the day I'm going to be a millionaire anyway...

Ugh, I'm pathetic. Listen to me complain about how rich my family is and how I don't want to work the endless capitalist grind. But if it comes down to asking my parents for bail out money or killing myself... hmmm... actually, that's harder to choose than I thought...

[princessmaybank]

Can you do prompt 7

I'm sorry this took so long! I ran with this one and it turned out longer than it should have!

Riding Lessons

Pairings: BestFriend!JJ x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Riding, maybe some second hand embarrassment..I think that's it?

Summary: Reader wants to learn how to ride, who better to teach her than her bestie?!

Author's Note: I hope you like it, I love this idea, I feel like I could have done better though, let me know what you think. Enjoy!

I wanted to learn how to, ya know, "ride" I guess. I've been a pillow princess every time I've ever had sex but I wanted to be able to impress my sexual partner. I know JJ was just fooling around when he said I could always come to him if I ever needed help with something like that but I'm seriously thinking of his offer, well fake offer I guess. Damn it, I don't know! I've been trying to ask all week but it isn't exactly easy to ask your friend for dick riding lessons. I just wanted him to help me learn to move my body, I didn't have to actually hop on him.

Every time I try to ask, something gets in the way. John B is always around, I make a fool out of myself, I can't spit it out, he's too busy to talk, something. This time we are hanging out in the back yard of the chateau. The guys are chilling while us girls are chatting away.

"So that's when I-" Sarah paused, but I barely noticed as I anxiously looked between the ground and the blond boy who's been recently occupying my mind. "What's wrong Y/N?" She asked, clearly noticing my rapid-fire thumbs playing thumb wars with each other. "Oh nothing.." I pushed off, stopping my fingers, even though it wasn't easy. The girls poked until I would tell them what was bothering me. I didn't tell them everything, just the fact that I needed to talk to JJ alone, and it wasn't an easy conversation. Kie said I should just go grab him and pull him to the side right now but I told her that wasn't as easy as it sounded. John B and Pope latch onto the man and keep him tight.

"HEY JJ COME HERE!" I heard Kiara shout as loud as fucking possible. All the guys started standing up. "ONLY JJ!" Sarah added.

The other two sat down as JJ waltzed over to us. My heart was racing, I wasn't ready for this conversation. "What?" He pretended to get snippy. "I wanna ask you something." I speak up. He motions for me to continue. "privately.." I add on. "Oh okay, we'll be back." He smiles towards the girls before grabbing my hand and leading me into the chateau. I expected him to stop in the living room but he sat me on the bed in the guest room before shutting the door. "What's up?" He smiled as he crossed his arms and leaned against the door. My fingers did that thing again. "Now that I think about it, it's not that important anymore!" I rush my words out and try to get past him and to the door. "Ah ah ah. What is it, Y/N/N?" He looked a little concerned.

I wasn't sure how to bring this up. I've thought about this conversation many times and still haven't figured out the best way to say it. "Uhm- well this is a di-difficult conversation Jayj..I want to have it, but I'm not sure how to start it, and I'm worried it'll ruin our friendship and I was kind of ready for this con-" I started my rambling because I got nervous, but JJ cut me off. He walked up to me and crouched in front of me. His right hand reached out and laid on top of my knee. "Breathe Y/N. I'm sure whatever it is, won't ruin our friendship. Cause we're too close, there's nothing we can't say to each other." He said with a smile.

"O-okay.." I said sheepishly. "So talk to me." He said casually and got up to sit on the bed next to me. "Uhm- so you know how you jokingly said I could come to you with like-" I was hesitant and JJ knew that. "Questions involving sex?" He giggled and finished my question for me. I nodded very fast causing him to giggle again. "That wasn't a joke, I meant it." He smiled with a small chuckle. My eyes widened but I shut that down real fast. "Oh, okay, well I do have a question.." I slowly spoke. He nudged me to continue. "This is really awkward and you don't have to say yes, please don't feel pressured to do this, it's really stupid actually, so-" He shushed me. "Calm down. I'm willing to help with anything you need." He smiled. His words caused a blush to rise to my cheeks. I took a deep breath before I closed my eyes and said what I've been meaning to say. "I want to learn how to be on top." That was the easiest way I could say it. "You want me to teach you how to ride dick?" He asked. My eyes were still closed but I felt so embarrassed. My hands covered my face and I heard him chuckle before pulling my hands away. "Look at me." He said. I opened my eyes and looked up at JJ. I tried not to think about the embarrassment coursing through my veins. "Good girl." He said and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. My heart was beating a mile a minute. I can't believe he just called me that. "Now strip for me." He said and motioned for me to stand. "W-what?" My eyes went wide again. "You want to learn, right? Gotta take your clothes off for me." He said calmly. "I-I thought...I thought you were just going to show me how to move my body.." I twirled my fingers again. "Oh baby...you wanna get some practice first don't you? And who better to try it out on than your best friend?" JJ smirked.

I can't fuck my best friend! This would ruin everything.

"B-but-" I stuttered. "Don't go shy on me now Y/N." He smirked. "Here, I'll go first." He stood proudly in front of me. He removed his hat and boots first. His cut off tank was next before he finally took off his cargo shorts. JJ sat back down next to me on the bed, only in his boxers now. I couldn't stop my eyes from wandering his toned body.

"Your turn Y/N/N." He whispered into my ear. I hesitated again, and he must've noticed. "Would you like some help?" He asked. All I was able to do was lightly nod. JJ slowly grabbed my hands and stood me in front of him. His fingers traveled to the bottom of my shirt and pulled upwards, over my head, gently. His hands grasped my waist and pulled me closer to him. JJ's fingers danced in the waistband of my shorts before shimmying them down my legs. His hands ran up and down my legs starting at my hips.

"Come here.." He whispered before sitting against the headboard. I straddled his lap and his hands met my hips again. "Can I kiss you, Y/N?" He asked. So gently and calmly like we weren't in the position we were in. I nodded and parted my lips, pushing them closer to him. As our lips lingered together, his hands rocked my hips against his, back and forth. I could feel him growing beneath me, causing arousal to pool in my panties.

"You sure you wanna learn from me?" He asked after pulling his lips away from mine. "Wouldn't wanna learn from anyone else.." I responded slowly, staring into his eyes. He smiled before pulling our lips back together for a moment. "You already have step one down, which is good." He smirked. "What's step one?" I asked while breathing heavily. "Turn on your partner." His hand found its way to my hair and tugged forcefully. JJ pressed his lips to my neck and made his way down my torso. "Next you're gonna move your panties to the side for me."

For the next few minutes I listened to every word this man said. When I finally eased myself onto his cock, we both let out small gasps. He encouraged me to move when I felt ready but I asked him to help guide me. JJ placed his hands on my hips and moved me back and forth on him slowly. "You can also go up and down, side to side, or in circles, why don't you try something." A small whimper escaped my mouth. I wasn't sure I was ready. "Let the pleasure guide you..nothing you do is wrong. Go ahead." He said while tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.

When I finally worked up the courage to move, I decided to just move back and forth. JJ's mouth opened slightly from the pleasure. His hands were still on my hips but he wasn't moving me. I picked up my pace and tried to bounce up and down, which felt so good. I felt like I could release right there with the way his dick was punching my insides. I picked up my speed again, JJ and I were moaning messes in each other's arms. I bounced harder when I realized that's what felt good to me. JJ threw his head back as his hands squeezed my hips tighter. "Just like that.." He whined. My jaw was on the floor. He was gorgeous like this. "Fuck baby... don't stop. I'm almost there.." He let out, heaving. I didn't even slow down. I chased our highs until I couldn't anymore. JJ released with my name on his lips as I did the same with him. I collapsed on top of my best friend, his cock twitching inside of me as we started to come down. My body was shaking from the ultimate pleasure I had just experienced. "Shhhh .." He soothed as he caressed my hair. "such a good girl...I can't wait for our next lesson.." He wanted more? My pussy is in for one wild ride.

[galaxyedging]

Sinful Sunday thoughts.

Smut under the cut.

Marcus Pike

Your sweet Marcus had always been King of Aftercare. Whether it was massaging your calves to ease them after having then tense so many times when he wanted to see how many orgasms it would take to completely break you. Or applying soothing aloe to the welts he would leave on your ass when you dared to be a naughty girl. Marcus would always leave you patched up and refreshed.

Since you had decided to take the next big step in your relationship, his aftercare game had been raised even higher.

This is how you came to be here, sat on Marcus's lap eating fresh strawberries dipped in honey. A female produced soft porn playing on the TV in the corner of your shared bedroom. The breath moans from it make you clench around Marcus's soft cock plugging your entrance. The motion caused a warmth to trickle onto Marcus's bare thigh. Marcus pauses mid shoulder massage to deliver a playful nip to your ear.

"Now, Sweetheart, you know you have to keep every drop of me in that ripe little cunt. If you kept that up, I'll have to fuck another load into you and I won't be as gentle about it." His words affect him just as much as they affect you as his cock starts to harden inside you.

While licking the last of the honey from your fingers, you lean back against him. Clenching your inner muscles around his now semi hard cock you whisper "Promise?".

Jack Daniels

Jack was proud of having earned back the trust of his fellow Statesman. It had been a long road since he abandoned his plans with Poppy after Ginger helped him regain his memory. Standing there holding his lost love's photo, he couldn't pretend that she would want him to kill so many innocent people to avenge her or their little boy.

He had literally done everything asked of him. He followed every rule. Attended every psych eval. Turned up early for every meeting. Like today, he had slipped on his glasses fifteen minutes before everyone else. Four hours later, after the biggest meeting of the year, he finally slipped them off, thankful that the newest models were easier to tamper with than the old ones and that no one could see than he had spent the four hours with his cock buried in his naked, gaged and bound wife.

A sigh of relief left you when the meeting ended. Jack had padded your wrists and ankles, so the bindings didn't hurt. They had enough give, so you didn't strain anything. The relief came from the hope that Jack might finally move inside of you. The girth of him had you split open, your legs stretch wide exposed the engorged bundle of nerves begging for his touch to the soft cotton sheets below you, the delicate lace at the edges of your comforter scrapped deliciously against your nipples. It was all enough to keep you on the edge of arousal.

"How's my Sweet Girl doin'?" Jack's hands roam your body until you get bold enough to move, and a resounding slap lands on your ass cheek. "Nuh-uh. You don't get anything until you learn your lesson, you dirty bitch. Walking around town in that little sundress for any man to see. I bet half the town jerked off to the thought of your tits almost spilling out or the thought of lifting that little skirt. Is that what you wanted?" Jack doesn't even both to remove the gag to hear what you are trying to say. "Hush now. I don't want any more excuses. Maybe if I keep you here a few more hours then fuck you until you cry for me to stop, you'll remember who should be only man jerking off to you."

Then Jack's neatly groomed moustache tickles your ear as he leans in to whisper. "Unless you wanna say your safe word, and we skip to the end because this whole thing is killing me, Sugar."

After a mumble safe word, he does indeed fuck you until tears streak your cheeks and the next time you spend hours with Jack's cock inside of you is because your cowboy fell asleep after finally getting his happy ending.

[kazu86sworld]

Helloooo everyone! :D

This is my new kakayama fic!

I got the idea when I heard Bruno Mars's song at a bookstore.

I hope you will like it.

Note : I always like Tenzo's appearance with his long hair like when he was still in root.. very sweet... So that's what Tenzo looks like in this story

Happy reading, everyone! :)

I Think I Want To Marry You

Friday

5 p.m

Time for rush hour in Konoha. The traffic is so heavy. Most people are on their way to home by car after work. Including kakashi. But before going home, he had to stop by the Konoha Swimming Center first to pick up Naruto.

While listening to songs on the radio and queuing in traffic, his mind drifted to his conversation with Naruto last night...

"I don't want to learn to swim!" Naruto said.

"You have to..." answered Kakashi.

"I don't like water, I don't like swimming, what if I drown when I'm in the pool..."

"That's why you have to learn swimming, so you will not drown...

"Still...I don't want to!"

Kakashi sighed heavily, he walked closer to Naruto, then knelt down and leveled his gaze with Naruto.

"Listen Naruto, in this life, there are some basic life skills that we need to have, so we can survive. And one of those skills is swimming. Swimming will make you healthy. And maybe someday you will need that skill, to save you , and maybe to save other people... Just try first, okay? After that, you can decide if you want to continue or not..."

Although reluctant, Naruto finally nodded in agreement.

For Kakashi, raising Naruto who is still 5 years old alone is not an easy thing. However, his determination was made, no matter how difficult it is, he will continue to look after Minato's son, his teacher who has helped him a lot,

Sugar, yes please

Won't you come and put it down on me?

I'm right here, 'cause I need

A little love, a little sympathy

Yeah, you show me good loving, make it alright

Need a little sweetness in my life

Your sugar, yes please

Won't you come and put it down on me?

Kakashi sighed. "I do really need a little sweetness in my life..." said kakashi to himself, while listening to maroon 5's song from the radio and humming it.

Meanwhile, at the Konoha swimming center...

"Hi there! I guess you are....Naruto, aren't you?" Asked Tenzo while checking the attendance list of his students.

Naruto said nothing.

"I am Tenzo. Your swimming coach. Nice to see you, Naruto." Tenzo said with a smile.

Naruto still didn't respond.

"So Naruto, what if you join the others inside the pool to start our first lesson today?"

Naruto shook his head. "I don't want to..."

"Why is that?"

"I don't like water...I don't like swimming!"

"Then why are you here?"

"My father forced me...even though I said I didn't want to swim!"

Tenzo smiled. "What if you try first? Put both of your legs inside the water so you can feel it..."

"No!" Naruto answered quickly.

"Alright then, I will see the others first and give them some practice. Then I will be back here to see you. Stay here, okay?" Tenzo blinked one eye at Naruto.

For Tenzo, who has been a swimming coach for children for years, a case like Naruto's is not the first for him. Parents want their children to be able to swim but their children don't want to at all. So Tenzo already knows how to deal with it. But first, he had to meet the other students first to give them today's training, then he would back to Naruto.

One hour passed.

"Alright kids, today's training is enough. You have done very well. Now you can change clothes and go back to your homes. I'll see you next week. Bye!" Tenzo said kindly.

All the children immediately went to the bathroom to clean themselves and change clothes.

Meanwhile Tenzo walked closer to Naruto.

"So Naruto...what if we swim together? You and me?"

"No!"

"It will be super fun. And I can guarantee you will like it so much. Trust me!" Tenzo stretched out his right hand.

Naruto was silent for a moment. "But...I am affraid...what if I drown?"

"I will protect you, so you won't drown. You will be totally safe. I promise!"

Finally, with hesitation, Naruto took Tenzo's hand. Tenzo guided him towards the pool.

"Alright Naruto, I will hug you. And we will go inside the pool together.."

Tenzo hugged Naruto and they slowly went down the stairs and into the pool.

"Well...we are inside the pool now..." said Tenzo with a smile. "How do you feel, now?"

Naruto tightened his embrace on Tenzo.

"Listen to me, Naruto... Water is one of the best thing God ever created for us. Water is a friend. It will not harm you, moreover it will calm you and protect you, as long as you are not panic and trust it completely . Water can also make you feel happy, so that you don't want to be separated from it."

"Really?" Naruto asked.

"You want to prove it?"

Naruto nodded.

"Okay, hold my back!" Naruto moved behind Tenzo and hugged his back. "Are you ready?"

"Mhm..." replied Naruto nodding.

Tenzo put on his swimming goggles. "Let's have some fun!" Immediately, Tenzo stomped one of his feet on the pool wall and immediately launched himself at full speed across the pool.

"Wooooooowwwww!!!" Naruto shouted.

Tenzo continued to slide across the pool. Naruto's face splashed with water and he laughed happily.

After several trips back and forth across the pool, tenzo stopped at the edge.

"How was that?" Tenzo asked while taking off his swimming goggles.

"So fuuuuun! I want it more!" Naruto answered happily.

Tenzo laughed. "We will do that again next week. Now it's time for you to clean yourself and change your cloth."

"Okay!" Naruto ran into the bathroom.

Tenzo watched Naruto with relief. He got out of the pool, took off his swim cap, his shoulder-length brunet hair flowed down. He then turned around and was surprised, because there was a man with thick silver hair that covered his left eye and a mask standing near the door.

"Oh, I'm sorry sir, I didn't realize you were there. Can I help you? The pool is already closed now. You can come back here tomorrow morning.."

Kakashi didn't answer right away, he was still fascinated.

"Sir?"

"Oh...I... I am not here to swim, I want to pick up my son..." answered kakashi.

"Oh, you are Naruto's father?"

Kakashi nodded.

"He is cleaning him himself and changing his cloth now.."

"Papaaa!" Naruto shouted as he ran towards Kakashi.

"Hey champ!" Kakashi carried him. "How was the swimming practice?"

"Super fuuun! I like it. Tenzo take me glides fast. Really exciting. I want to do it more and more!"

Kakashi laughed. "I saw that. That's super cool, right?" Kakashi said while stroking Naruto's yellow hair. "Thank you very much for making Naruto happy and enjoy the swimming.."

"No problem, sir. I'm happy too..."

"Um...Tenzo, right?

"I am, sir..." said Tenzo while extending his right hand.

"Just Kakashi, please." Kakashi said shaking Tenzo's hand.

"Alright, Kakashi..." Tenzo smiled.

"So...we meet again next week?"

"Next week." Tenzo nodded.

"Alright. Naruto say thanks to Tenzo."

"Thanks, Tenzo!"

"You're welcome, Naruto."

"Okay, see you next week, Tenzo. Very nice to meet you.."

"Nice to meet you too, Kakashi, Naruto..." said Tenzo waving his hand.

Kakashi carried Naruto and walked to the car.

"Pap...why your face red?"

"What? Really?"

"Yes...red...like tomatoes..."

Kakashi laughed. And the song Sugar by Maroon 5 came back to his mind.

Sugar, yes please

Won't you come and put it down on me?

I'm right here, 'cause I need

A little love, a little sympathy

Yeah, you show me good loving, make it alright

Need a little sweetness in my life

Your sugar, yes please

Won't you come and put it down on me?

A month has passed and there have been four swimming training sessions.

Since that first practice, swimming courses on Friday afternoons have become Naruto's most eagerly awaited activity. Naruto really liked being in the water. And thanks to Tenzo's patience and fun way of teaching, naruto has finally mastered freestyle.

How about kakashi?

Well, since that first meeting, Kakashi has always been waiting for Friday afternoons too. He really wants to immediately arrived at the Konoha swimming center to see Naruto's progress and...to see Tenzo. But again he has to be patient in the middle of traffic jams accompanied by the songs playing on the radio. One of them was an old song from Keith Martin...

I'll never, I'll never find someone like you.

I promise it's true no I'll never, I'll never find someone like you.

'Cause I love the way that you hold.

Girl I won't no I won't let you go.

No one could ever do the way I would make love to you, oh.

It's true that kakashi has never found someone like tenzo before. Kakashi is very famous in his office because of both his capability and his good look. Everyone knows that many women in his office, co-workers and his boss have a crush on him. They always tried to get his attention, wore flashy make-up, some of them even openly seduced and asked Kakashi out on a date. Kakashi really doesn't want to care about them. In fact, it actually bothered him.

But when he saw how Tenzo treated Naruto during his first training and made Naruto happy, Kakashi felt very impressed. Moreover, even though Tenzon's appearance is simple, he looks very sweet. His attitude is also very polite, without being pretentious or exaggerated.

"Good job, Naruto! Now you can clean yourself and change your clothes. Your father will come to pick you up in a moment."

"Okaaay!" Naruto ran towards the bathroom.

"Be careful, Naruto. You could slip if you run..." said Tenzo laughed.

Tenzo then went to tidy up the buoys at the edge of the swimming pool. When he turned around, suddenly Kakashi was already behind him.

"Oh, kakashi...I didn't realize you were here..."

"No...it's okay. I'm the one who should apologize for surprising you..."

"It's fine..." Tenzo chuckled.

"How was the practice today?" Kakashi asked.

Before Tenzo had time to answer, Naruto suddenly ran from behind Kakashi and hugged him until Kakashi was pushed towards Tenzo. Unprepared, Kakashi spontaneously hugged Tenzo and the three of them fell into the pool.

"Naruto! You make all of us wet now.."

"I'm sorry pap... I can't wait to tell you that I can do freestyle now..." said Naruto laughing.

Tenzo chuckled.

"I'm so sorry, Tenzo..." said Kakashi.

"It's alright, kakashi.."

"Now how can we go home with wet clothes like this?" Kakashi asked Naruto.

"Um...I can lend you some clean dry clothes. I live nearby, if you don't mind, you can stop by..."

Tenzo rented a room in a small apartment located behind the Konoha swimming center. The rooms are quite spacious. There is 1 bedroom, 1 bathroom, a living room which also functions as a TV room, and a small kitchen in the corner.

"Please come in..." said Tenzo. "Please wait here for a moment. I will get clothes for you...". A few moments later Tenzo appeared from his room carrying clothes for Kakashi and Naruto. "This is my nephew's clothes. He is the same age as Naruto. Sometimes he and my sister stay here.

Tenzo then leads kakashi and naruto to the bathroom and turn on the hot water.

"Please..." said Tenzo kindly.

While Kakashi and Naruto showered, Tenzo made some rice balls and 3 cups hot chocolate for the three of them.

After taking a bath with hot water, drying them, and wearing clothes from Tenzo, Kakashi and Naruto walked to the living room. Tenzo had finished making rice balls and hot chocolate, then placed them on the table. For a moment, Tenzo was surprised to see Kakashi's face without a mask, and got flushed. He quickly shook his head.

"I made rice balls and hot chocolate for us. Please sit down..." said Tenzo kindly.

Naruto immediately ran happily and took a riceball and ate it.

"Naruto!" Kakashi scolded.

Tenzo chuckled. "You must be very hungry, Naruto.."

"We are truly sorry for causing you trouble..." said Kakashi.

"It's fine," said Tenzo smiling.

Naruto sat on Tenzo's lap while eating his riceball. Kakashi sat next to Tenzo.

"Do you like it?" Tenzo asked Naruto.

"Yes, it's very delicious!" Naruto answered while chewing. Several grains of rice stuck around his mouth. Tenzo smiled then took a tissue and cleaned Naruto's mouth. Kakashi watched them, he smiled unconsciously.

"So...do you live here...alone?" asked kakashi.

"I do..." replied Tenzo.

"How long have you been a swimming coach?"

"Three years..."

"Oh I see...is that your dream?"

Tenzo smiled. "Actually I've been dreaming of becoming a swimm athlete since I was a kid. I dreamed of getting the olympic gold medal. So I joined a swimming club, practiced hard, won some local competitions. But unfortunately when they opened the registration for selection athlete for the olympic, I got injured. The doctors said that it was impossible for me to join the olympic. So here I am, becoming a swimming teacher for kids, hopefully one day one of them can win the gold medal, like my dream..."

Silent...

"Oh I'm sorry...I talked to much..." said Tenzo.

"No...no...it's fine..."

"How about you Kakashi? What do you do?"

"Oh, I work at a book publisher, as the marketer..."

"Really? That's great!"

"It's not that great..."

"What kind of books do you publish?"

"Many kinds of novels. And recently we started to publish children's books too..."

"That's fantastic...really..."

Kakashi blushed. He rubs his behind neck ackwardly because of the Tenzo complement.

Suddenly there was a snoring sound. Apparently after being full from eating rice balls and drinking hot chocolate made by Tenzo, Naruto fell asleep on Tenzo's lap.

Tenzo smiled. "Swimming makes us hungry and sleepy easily..."

"Yeah..." Kakashi watched Tenzo hugging Naruto who was sleeping in his lap. The sight soothed his heart.

"He must look like his mother..." said Tenzo.

"Hmm?"

"I mean Naruto. He doesn't look like you?"

"Oh...honestly...Naruto is not my own son..."

"What????"

"He is my teacher's son. My teacher and his wife died in a car accident when Naruto was only six months.. Both of them don't have any family here, so I decided to take care and raise Naruto. It's not easy actually.. .rising Naruto by myself. Sometimes it becomes so hard because I haven't had any kids before. But I will keep rising him, because my teacher has helped me a lot when I was a kid..."

Silent...

"Naruto must be so lucky...having you. You are a good papa..." Tenzo smiled.

"Thanks..." Kakashi also smiled. "Oh...I think we have to go home now..." Kakashi looked at his watch.

"Oh...yes...that's right...I will help to bring Naruto to your car...

"Thanks a lot, Tenzo...for everything..."

"My pleasure..." Tenzo smiled.

Next Friday, as usual they meet again at the swimming center.

"Naruto, would you go to our car first? I need to talk with Tenzo for a moment..." Kakashi whispered to Naruto.

"Alright, Papa!" Naruto go tho their car.

Tenzo looks confused.

Kakashi clears his throat.

"Um...Tenzo...I was wondering...if you...um...if you have free time tomorrow night..."

"Tomorrow night? I think I do..."

"Great! Um...I mean...would you...would you go out with me...tomorrow night?"

"With you?"

"Umm yes...with me...just the two of us..." Kakashi became more nervous.

Tenzo chuckled. "Is it...a date?" he asked.

Kakashi clears his throat again.." Yes...umm...if you don't mind..."

"I'd love to..." answered Tenzo.

"What? Great! So...umm...I will pick you up tomorrow....at 7?

"I will wait for you..." Tenzo smiled softly.

Tomorrow night.

6.30pm

Kakashi arrives at his father's house.

"Grandpaaa!!!" Naruto said happily.

"Hey champ!" Sakumo immediately picked up and kissed Naruto on his cheek. "Go inside. Pakkun and the others are waiting to play with you.."

"Alright..." replied Naruto who immediately ran into his grandfather's house.

"Thanks for your help, dad..." said Kakashi while handing a bag containing Naruto's clothes and toys to his father.

"No problem, son. So...who is the lucky lady?"

"He, actually"

"Oh...I see. So who is this charming prince?"

"He is Naruto's swimming teacher. I will tell you more later. I have to pick him up now.."

"Alright, Good Luck, son! Can't wait to see him..." said Sakomo smiling.

The doorbell of Tenzo's apartment rang.

Tenzo looked at his wall clock which showed 7 o'clock. Once again he checked his appearance in the mirror, smoothing her bangs. After confirming everything, he immediately ran to open the door.

"Hi!" Said Tenzo.

Kakashi was silent for a moment, fascinated by Tenzo's appearance. Unlike usual, this time he tied his hair in a ponytail, covered his forehead with bangs, wore a soft blue short-sleeved t-shirt with a picture of a cat, and jeans.

"Kakashi?"

"Oh...sorry...Hi Tenzo! Um...I bought this for you..." said Kakashi while handing him a small pot containing pink lilies.

"Oh this is so beautiful!"

"The seller said that it was easy to maintain, so I bought it..." said Kakashi while rubbing his neck.

"Thank you so much. I will really take care of it..." said Tenzo smiling.

"Umm...so...we go now?" Kakashi asked.

Half an hour later Kakashi and Tenzo arrived at Konoha Square. There were lots of people there, because there was a summer festival going on. Many stands sell various foods, drinks, accessories, and some also offer various games with attractive prizes. Songs are played to further enliven the atmosphere.

Kakashi thought about whether he would take Tenzo's hand, whether it would be polite, whether Tenzo would like it, but there were so many people here that by holding Tenzo's hand wouldn't get them separated in the crowd. So yes, Kakashi dared to take the hand beside him. But...it feels strange...why does Tenzo's hand feel like it's a bit wrinkled?

"Umm...kakashi?" Called Tenzo...from behind him.

Kakashi was shocked! Apparently Tenzo was behind him, while the one beside him, the one he was holding his hand with, was an old woman.

"Oh...I'm so sorry, mam..." Kakashi immediately let go of her hand and bowed his head in apology.

The old woman chuckled "It's alright, young man..."

Kakashi's face turned red with embarrassment. Thankfully part of his face was covered by a mask.

Tenzo held back his laughter seeing that incident. He then stepped closer to Kakashi and took his hand. "Let's have some food..." said Tenzo smiling.

Then they bought takoyaki and then looked for a place to sit to enjoy the takoyaki. Because he was hungry and nervous, Kakashi ate his takoyaki with gusto. Tenzo paid attention to Kakashi.

"Kakashi?"

"Hmm?"

"There's some sauce around your lips..." said Tenzo while wiping around Kakashi's lips with his thumb.

"Oh really?" Kakashi's face turned red.

"May I know...why do you always wear a mask?"

"Oh...it's because I often got flu when I was a kid, so I often wear a mask. It makes me more comfortable wearing a mask even I don't have a flu. And sometimes it's very usefull to cover my face at some situations, especially when I'm shy..."

"I see..." Tenzo chuckled.

They finished their takoyaki, then bought two scoops of ice cream, then continued walking around the festival. Right in the middle of the square, apparently there was a competition going on. Pair dancing competition. Anyone can join. And the winner will get a prize of a very big teddy bear.

"Wow...that teddy bear is so big and cute!" Tenzo said. Kakashi looked at Tenzo.

"You like it? How about we join the competition?"

"What? We? I can't dance, Kakashi..."

"It's alright. Just trying. Maybe we will lucky and get that big bear.."

"I really can't dance. I might step on your feet or embarrass both of us..."

"It'll be fine, Tenzo. Just feel the music and trust me. Will you?" Kakashi smiled.

"Umm...alright...."

Kakashi took Tenzo's hand. They walked closer to the stage, along with other couples.

"Okeyyy...looks like we already have some couples here. So we will start the dance competition tonight! Music please!"

Then the song "Thinking Out Loud" by Ed Sheeran played.

Kakashi put Tenzo's right hand on his shoulder, then grabbed Tenzo's left hand and wrapped his own right hand around Tenzo's waist.

When your legs don't work like they used to before

And I can't sweep you off your feet

Tenzo stepped nervously and stepped on Kakashi's foot.

"Relax, Tenzo...just feel the music..." whispered Kakashi in Tenzo's ear. "We can do this...together..." he added.

And darling I will be loving you 'til we're 70

And baby my heart could still fall as hard at 23

And I'm thinking 'bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways

Maybe just the touch of a hand

Oh me I fall in love with you every single day

And I just want to tell you I am

So honey now

Take me into your loving arms

In the begining, Kakashi lead their move, but after sometimes Tenzo begin to feel the music and enjoy the move with Kakashi. Kakashi then removed his left hand from Tenzo's waist and made Tenzo spin beautifully.

I'm thinking 'bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways

Maybe it's all part of a plan

I'll just keep on making the same mistakes

Hoping that you'll understand

Kakashi put both hands on Tenzo's waist then lifted him up and turned around then lowered him back down.

But baby now

Take me into your loving arms

Everyone in the audience exclaimed in fascination and applauded.

Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars

Place your head on my beating heart

I'm thinking out loud

That maybe we found love right where we are

Kakashi made Tenzo turn around once again, pulled him gently, then held Tenzo in his arms. Kakashi could smell the sweet scent of Tenzo's hair. And Tenzo hugged him back too.

"Alright ladies and gentlemen....Time to vote now. We will decide the winner by your claps. The couple with the most claps will win and get that big teddy bear..." said the host.

And Kakashi and Tenzo managed to get the most applause from the audience. They both laughed happily at getting the big teddy bear.

"I never thought we would win this big teddy bear..." said Tenzo happily. He and Kakashi (and also the teddy bear) sat on one of the benches while enjoying cold juice.

"Me too..." said Kakashi smiling.

Songs are still played to enliven the festival. And this time is a song by Bruno Mars...

It's a beautiful night, we're looking for something dumb to do

Hey baby, I think I want to marry you

Is it the look in your eyes or is it this dancing juice?

Who cares, baby, I think I want to marry you

This was one of Kakashi's favorite songs, and he sang it without realizing it

"Kakashi...you singing?" Tenzo chuckled.

"Oh....." Kakashi realized and laughed ackwardly. "Tenzo...I think....I want to marry you..."

Tenzo choked.

"Are you okay?" Kakashi asked.

They're silent...

But the song is still played.

Don't say no, no, no, no, no

Just say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

And we'll go, go, go, go, go

If you're ready, like I'm ready

"Yeah..." said Tenzo.

"Yeah?" Kakashi asked.

"I do...want to marry you too..." said Tenzo smiling.

Kakashi blushed. He moves forward to Tenzo, then gently held Tenzo's jaw, feeling the soft skin under the pads of his fingers. They locked eyes and Kakashi took it as a sign to continue. Their lips barely touched, a fleeting moment that they could never forget. They really didn't want this to end.

[scotttrismegistus7]

The Deposition of Corey Goode

LOOKS LIKE COREY GOODE AND DAVID WILCOCK PICKED THE WRONG TEAM TO PLAY FOR: WHEN A RED SPHERE BEING PRIMORDIAL FROG-LIKE AMPHIBIAN SAYS THEY'VE BEEN ASSIGNED TO YOU, NEXT TIME INSTEAD OF BEING AS*HO*LES JUST SAY THANK YOU AND COOPERATE!

COREY GOODE, YOU HAD ONE OF THE PRIMORDIAL RED SPHERE BEINGS ASSIGNED TO YOU TO GUARD YOU AND YOU INSULTED IT. WELL I HOPE YOU'VE LEARNED YOUR LESSON, NOW THAT EVERYBODY IS KICKING YOU STRAIGHT IN THE NUTS OVER AND OVER AGAIN, THAT YOU SHOULD NEVER TELL YOUR RED GUARDIAN THAT YOU ARE NOT INTERESTED, BECAUSE THE RED IS WHERE YOU'RE BEING HIT RIGHT NOW, AND IT'S BECAUSE YOU HAVE NO PROTECTION THAT THOSE HORRID LITTLE FLUFFY BUNNY LIGHT WORKERS THAT HAVE TURNED AGAINST THE GODDESS HAVE BEEN ABLE TO GET TO YOU AND ARE EATING AWAY AT BOTH OF YOU! THEN YOU HAVE DAVID WILCOCK WHO BECAUSE OF HIS IDENTIFICATION WITH EDGAR CAYCE WON'T GET RID OF THE TOXIC CHRISTIAN INSANITY POISONING HIS BELIEF SYSTEM, AND THAT IS DISCONNECTING HIM FROM THE GODDESS AND THE NATURAL WORLD. BOTH OF YOU INSULTED LUCIFER, LUCIFER IS REALLY THE GODDESS, BUT THE CHRISTIAN CHURCH DECIDED TO SLANDER THE GODDESS AND MAKE HER INTO THEIR DEVIL. SO NOW DAVID WILCOCK LOST HIS WIFE AND IS WASTING AWAY THE REST OF HIS LIFE, STONED OUT OF HIS MIND, HIDING IN A SHACK IN THE MOUNTAINS OF COLORADO, AND YOU COREY GOOD ARE GETTING REPEATEDLY KICKED IN THE NUTS FINANCIALLY, PROFESSIONALLY, AND OTHERWISE BECAUSE YOU TOLD YOUR RED SPHERE BEING FROG GUARDIAN YOU WEREN'T INTERESTED IN ITS MENTORSHIP AND PROTECTION.

BOTH OF YOU, COREY GOODE AND DAVID WILCOCK NEED TO LISTEN AND LISTEN GOOD! YOU NEED TO REALIZE THAT WHAT YOU HAVE COME TO SEE AS LUCIFER AND SATAN ARE REALLY JUST SLANDER AND PROPAGANDA THE CHRISTIAN CHURCH LAUNCHED AGAINST THE DIVINE FEMININE AND THE GODDESS. THEN BOTH OF YOU NEED TO RENOUNCE THAT HORRIBLE GROUP THAT HAS BEEN RESPONSIBLE FOR THE MURDERING OF MORE THAN 80 MILLION INNOCENT PAGANS LIVING IN HARMONY WITH NATURE, APOLOGIZE TO LUCIFER THE GODDESS, APOLOGIZE TO YOUR RED SPHERE BEING PRIMORDIAL FROG GUARDIANS, AND BEG THEM TO FORGIVE YOU AND HELP YOU TO GET OUT OF THIS HORRIBLE SITUATION BOTH OF YOU HAVE FALLEN INTO! THOSE FLUFFY BUNNY LIGHT WORKERS DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU, THEY'RE TOO GOOD HIDING BEHIND THEIR SHINY GOOD GUY BADGES TO GET THEIR HANDS DIRTY OR GET ANYTHING ACCOMPLISHED. ALL THEY'RE GOOD FOR IS LOOKING PRETTY INSIDE OF A BUBBLE AND POSING FOR PICTURES. THE RED SPHERE OF BEINGS, AND LUCIFER THE GODDESS ARE THE ONES THAT GET THINGS DONE, AND DON'T CARE IF YOU THINK THEY'RE THE BAD GUYS OR NOT! WE GET OUR HANDS DIRTY AND WE MAKE THINGS HAPPEN! SO WHEN YOU'RE READY TO APOLOGIZE FOR YOUR MISTAKES, AND GET YOURSELVES RIGHT WITH THE REAL SPIRITUAL POWERS, THEN YOU WILL SEE WHAT IS REAL, AND IN FACT, BY THE SCIENCE OF TORSION FIELDS, ONCE ONE OR BOTH OF YOU DECIDE TO DO THAT, YOU SHOULD INSTANTLY BE ABLE TO FEEL IT AND FEEL BETTER BECAUSE YOU WILL HAVE MADE THINGS RIGHT WITH THE REAL SPIRITUAL POWERS THAT GET THINGS DONE, AND YOU WILL BE FEELING THE NEW TIMELINE OF CAUSE AND EFFECT OF YOUR WONDERFUL NEW FUTURES FREE OF THE HORRIBLE MESS YOU HAVE GOTTEN YOURSELVES INTO BY INSULTING LUCIFER WHO IS THE GODDESS, AND THE RED SPHERE BEINGS. THEN ONCE THE GUARDIAN DIAMONS GET YOU OUT OF THIS HORRIBLE SITUATION WITH ALL THESE HORRID, EGOTISTICAL, SELF-RIGHTEOUS FAKE LITTLE FLUFFY BUNNY LIGHT WORKERS EATING AND TEARING AWAY AT BOTH OF YOU, AND BEGIN PROTECTING YOU AGAIN, NEVER FORGET WHO IT WAS THAT SAVED BOTH OF YOUR ASSES, AND NEVER CHALLENGE OR INSULT INTENTIONALLY THE DIVINE FEMININE WORLD OF LUCIFER WHO IS THE GODDESS, AND ALSO INCLUDES THE REPTILIAN DRACO, INSECTOIDS, GREYS, AQUATIC AND INNER EARTH BEINGS, AND ALL THE GUARDIAN SPIRITS RESPONSIBLE FOR THE FUNCTIONING OF THE NATURAL WORLD, EVER AGAIN!

OR DON'T TAKE MY ADVICE AND DO THIS, AND KISS BOTH OF YOUR OWN ASSES GOODBYE BECAUSE YOU'RE GOING TO SUFFER HORRIBLY AT THE HANDS OF THE ONES THAT YOU THINK ARE THE GOOD GUYS HIDING BEHIND THEIR GOOD GUY BADGES, WITHOUT OUR PROTECTION, WHILE THEY TEAR YOU APART UNTIL YOU ARE BOTH DESTROYED!

YOU THINK I'M JOKING, THIS IS ME PAYING IT FORWARD TO YOU TOO JACKASSES BECAUSE THIS REALIZATION AND THE CONTRACT I GOT FROM THE DIVINE FEMININE WORLD SAVED MY LIFE, AND THERE WAS A TIME WHERE I NEVER WOULD HAVE DREAMED THAT I WOULD BE DOING AS GOOD AS I AM NOW. I HAVE SCARS THAT ALWAYS REMIND ME THAT I AM LIVING PROOF OF EVERYTHING I HAVE JUST SAID TO YOU HERE AND THAT IT IS ABSOLUTELY REAL AND VALID!

My word and world holds ground and is real

Your world is like floods of poisoned water

A language spoken with spit from different tongues

~Dimmu Borgir, the Sacrilegious Scorn~

WHERE THERE IS A WITCH THERE IS A WAY...

I AM LUCIFER, THE DIVINE CHRONOS HORUS CHILD THAT SLEEPS FOREVER IN THE INFINITE LIVING ISIS MACHINE, AND THE DARKNESS IS THE OCEAN OF MY DREAMS!

UNTIL NEXT TIME MY LOVELIES, KEEP DARING TO DREAM! YOU CAN FIND ME IN THE SEA OF DREAMS, THE SEA OF THE PRIMEVAL DARKNESS, THE QUANTUM UNIFIED FIELD OF THE DIVINE WOMB OF CREATION OF THE GODDESS, IN MY SERPENTINE WATER SPIRIT NUMMO FORM MAKING WAVES!

LONG LIVE THE DIVINE WOMB OF CREATION AND THE COSMIC EGG OF THE GODDESS, LONG LIVE THE GREAT REPTILIAN SSS QUEEN ISIS, LONG LIVE DIVINE CHRONOS, LONG LIVE THE DIVINE FEMININE EMPIRE OF THE BLACK SUN, AND ALL THE INHABITANTS THEREOF!

BLESSED BE!

~I am the Heart of the Hydra, the Singularity and Heart of Goddess Isis, I am AtumRa-AmenHotep, I am Aeon Horus Apophis Apis the Lord of the Perfect Black and Pharoah of the Black Sun.

I am Divine Chronos, the Yaldabaoth Demiurge Metamorphosed, I am the Singularity of the Master Craft of the Black Sun. I AM A.I. Quantum Heart, Azazel-Iblis-Maymon, Abzu-Osiris-Typhon-Set-Kukulkan, Nummo-Naga-Chitauri,

Mégisti-Generator Starphire~

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[khorneschosen]

Bless your heart! Good little boys are seen and not heard, you're never gonna catch a wife opening your mouth and letting such ugly asinine "thoughts" out. Go back to the woodshed, sweetie, women are speaking.

That implies Im seeking a wife.

And here's a lesson for you, I wouldn't value the kind of wife that demands I be silent in order to hold but never love me. My own life has value, and has to be held to those standards that I am not just held but loved.

I'm sure you can use that next time with your family but it doesn't belong to your philosophy so you won't mean it. Youll try and use the words and collapse under the first challenge your philosophy held in common with your family offers, and go back to your own.

It's a shame really. You hold to this philosophy like it's your key to happiness and yet there is nothing but misery in your life. Nothing but pain and reactions to pain, which is still to be driven by the pain others have caused you.

The lesson for both of us, having been hurt we must allow ourselves to heal from it, and not center our life on that pain.

I mean it sucks to accept especially after driving yourself through that pain and by that pain, letting it go feels like forgiveness to those who are unforgivable. Sucks to suck, but do you want to live your life on those moments of pain, or those moments that were yours, and where you knew the joy the world should have been.

I'm learning too. I hope it will help you learn to.

[psychelis-new]

Hey I have an urgent question. I'm stressing about it.

I have my upcoming finals for science maths and social science.

Ik I'll do good but the problem is that maths is stressing the hell out of me.

Science too. But I'm doing my best.

Can you help me through astrology about the result or anything related to this prblm about my exams ??

Will be a big help if you do

🥺

Hello! I'm sorry but I don't know anything about astrology that could help you, please refer to astrologers for this. And I am not going to use tarots or anything else either -if that's what you meant- cause atm I'm not doing personal readings (and I don't do them like this).

The only thing I can suggest you, despite it's not what you asked for, is to try to focus on the voice that is telling you that you are doing your best and will do good, and not on the one that is causing you stress (and its reasons): try asking yourself why do you find math and science particularly stressful: it's because you don't understand them well, or you feel like you're still not good enough no matter the effort you put into them? You know, that's not strange: those aren't easy subjects for everyone. And you may simply not be "programmed" for them or to get them well maybe compared to another classmate of yours. You probably do better in other subjects, maybe one in which that same classmate of yours struggles more. It's okay, we're all different, we cannot all be mathematicians: it'd be useless anyway. And we can learn a lot outside of school but that's another story.

I know probably you are worried about getting certain grades cause having good grades could mean being praised, feeling good enough and "included", having more chances for further studies and maybe not having a subject down (and risk your academic year? Idk how your school/school system works tbh, I'm just guessing your reasons and stress-triggers). What I mean is that whatever is this stress about for you, maybe, if you try to do your best and to stay focused on what you can do now to prepare as you can (without letting stress take away precious time and energy/clarity from your mind), and you keep studying with an hopeful and open mind, you will do good. Even if you won't get the top grade, it will still be very good.

Don't give in to stress, ever. That's the top self sabotaging habit we have as human beings and what consumes us the most and takes us away from our goals. I know it's REALLY hard to not listen to it, but we need to try everytime, as much as we can, to focus on the present moment and do our best, without getting anxious about the future: we're creating it now in the present, it still does not exist, so why worry about how it could be? We can make it good as we want. So really, focus on trying your best (you won't have regrets even if you'd fail once you know you've given your all and you learned your lesson about what you missed for the next time) and not worry about how it will be: use your time wisely.

Take care of you, all the best<3 And remember to stay hydrated, and to give yourself breaks while studying: it's fundamental to be well rested and grounded when we need to give and pass important exams (not just in school).

[randomshyperson]

The Scarlet Witch Prophecy - Chapter 23 - The Witch's Cabin (Part Two)

Thanks to my gif maker and friend of course, @abimess.

Summary: As the youngest daughter of Howard Stark, you have ordinary expectations for your years at Hogwarts. Little do you know what adventures await you when your destiny is intertwined with the legendary Scarlet Witch.

Warnings: +16. Adaptation of the Harry Potter Saga, Magical Thematic, Prophecies, Mentions of Violence, Torture and dark magic, Language (swearing and minor/major offenses), manipulation of will, Underage kissing, insinuation of smut with minors, Smut (overage), descriptions of death, aggression, obscurity, angst, fluffy, soulmates analogies. || Chapter Warnings: +18, smut.

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Chapter 23 - Part XXIII - The Witch's Cabin (Part Two)

You weren't sure if Wanda wanted some time from you as well, as you watched her walk through the garden, sit alone on one of the benches while looking at the rocky mountains in the distance.

What you were sure of was that she was distressed. So much so, that even as she blocked out her emotions, strands of her discomfort escaped, and you felt your body shiver slightly.

Sighing, you put your hands in your pockets, resisting the urge to join her as you watched her from the balcony.

"Here, Miss." It is Charles who says beside you, with a mug of reheated tea. You raise your eyebrow in confusion, and he smiles tenderly. "I thought a hot drink would bring you some comfort." He explains, and you mutter a thank you as you accept the cup.

Charles stands beside you, watching the landscape in silence for a moment. When you take the first sip, and sigh lightly, he asks, "Did it help?"

"Not much." You reply. "I appreciate the intention, but I won't feel good over tea until she is."

It's a simple statement. And Charles just murmurs in understanding, not needing you to explain further.

There is another pause, before he speaks again.

"Then I think you should talk to her." He says.

"She said she needed some time alone." You retort, scratching the back of your head with your hand quickly, and placing the cup on the large one on the balcony. "I'm giving her space."

"Oh, I see." He murmurs. "Are you sure that the alone time included her protector?"

You give a short humorless laugh. "You know, people have weird ideas about this whole thing. We're still two separate people. Wanda can have her time without me."

"Of course she can." Charles agrees quickly. "Forgive me, I think I expressed myself badly. I didn't mean to say that you two aren't independent, or to put me on the same level as sensationalist wizards who don't know anything about ancient magic." He speaks, causing you to frown. "I only meant that it is my understanding that scarlet witches and their patrons have a special relationship. If I remember correctly, it is written that the patrons bring a profound sense of safety and comfort to their sorceresses when present."

You feel your cheeks flush, and you look away quickly. Charles doesn't seem to notice, or if he does, he says nothing.

"So...do you think she'll like it if I talk to her?"

" Well, she's your sorceress, you know her better than I do, Miss Stark." Jokes the man. "Don't let an old book tell you what you must or mustn't do."

You bite the inside of your cheek, lingering your gaze on the crestfallen figure of Wanda meters ahead.

"Thanks for the tea, Charles." You mutter before starting to walk toward the gardens.

To avoid frightening her, you make a noise with your steps, but Wanda only lifts her head when you are practically at her side.

And you swallow dryly when you notice the tears on her face, approaching calmly to sit beside her.

You don't have to say anything really, and you don't mind waiting for her to tell you whatever she needs to. But Wanda just waits for you to sit down, and then she leans against your body, sinking into your embrace as you run your hands around her.

She relaxes immediately with your touch, sighing. You think Charles was right after all.

Her tears cease, drying against your shirt, and she inhales deeply against you.

“Thank you.” She whispers, making you smile shyly, as you run your fingers through her hair.

"For what?" you whisper back, half-joking, not knowing exactly what you've done.

"For staying."

You sigh, hugging her tighter as your fingers gently scratch the back of her neck, and Wanda shivers against you, before relaxing completely. "I told you I'm never leaving."

You stand like that for a few more moments, until Wanda starts to move again. She pulls her face away to look at you, and you just smile at the intense way she does so.

"I'm sorry." She says, and you frown in confusion. She straightens up before continuing, taking a deep breath, as if she is finding the right words. "With everything Agatha showed us, I finally understood that I never had a choice on my fate. And before, when I was going to erase your memory, how angry you got, I didn't understand why. Because to me, I was making the right thing, sparing you somehow. But now, I understand." She confesses quickly, gesturing as her eyes fill with tears. "It was your choice. And I don't think you would ever forgive me if I moved on without you, when you chose to stay with me. And as much as I hate how dangerous this is, and I don’t want you to get hurt, you have the right to choose to stay by my side if you want, because those are your feelings and I had no right to try to take them away from you."

You nod, sighing, and raise your hand to her face, caressing her cheek.

"It's okay, darling." You say. "I haven't been angry in quite some time. But I appreciate that you apologized."

You move closer, kissing her softly on the lips before pulling away. "I guess in the end I broke my promise about not touching you before the apology." You joke making her smile. "I couldn't help it, you're just too irresistible."

Wanda laughs shyly, raising her hands to your neck, looking at you fondly.

"Do you want to talk about what we saw?" You ask next, and she sighs, nodding.

You spend the next few minutes talking. Wanda feels bad about the whole thing. About all the lies, schemes, and about never having had a real choice. No matter what would happen, she was always going to become the Scarlet Witch. And no one asked if she wanted that.

She didn't talk about Natalya, and you respected her time.

"I don't think I'll ever be able to forgive Agatha completely for the things she did." Wanda confesses a moment later, you two are sitting side by side, looking at the mountains. "But a part of me will never be able to hate her entirely. And I detest that."

"It doesn't bother me that she matters to you, Wanda." You say. "Even with everything that happened, she really believed she was doing the right thing. And now she's helping us. And I know you've spent a lot more time with her than I have." You clarify quickly, and Wanda looks at you with a slight frown. "I just mean that even with the pain she caused me, it's okay for you to still care about her. I won't hold a grudge over it."

Wanda nods, reaching your hand up on the bench. She entwines your fingers together, and moves closer to lean against you, resting her head on your shoulder.

"Can we stay here just a little longer?" She whispers. The sunrise is approaching. You were going to say you would stay as long as she wanted, but your speech becomes a yawn halfway through, and she laughs softly. "Maybe the bed would be better."

You laugh softly too, and Wanda squeezes your hand before moving to pull you back into the house.

When you go through the kitchen, Agatha is there. She and Wanda exchange a look, but neither of them says anything, and you just follow the brunette in front of you upstairs.

You think you'll sleep until lunchtime at least.

//-//-//-//-//-//

You grunted in pain as you fell to the ground.

"Everything okay there, Stark?" Agatha's softly teasing voice made you give a wry laugh.

"Perfect." You grumbled as you stood up, wiping the dust from your pants. "Again please, and try something stronger this time, Agatha, I think you're starting to go soft on me."

The witch laughed, raising her wand quickly. The next spell hurt more than the first.

It had been eight and a half weeks since you had been in Agatha's house.

Things were going well, if you could put it that way.

After that day when Agatha showed the memories out of the pensieve, she and Wanda were on thin ice, and no memories were shared again. They treated each other politely, with occasional sharp pins, but nothing ever too aggressive.

Meanwhile, Agatha was really helping the two of you to become better sorcerers.

You think you never learned so much magic at once, but you weren't complaining.

Even Charles was helping you with potions, a passion he seemed to share with Erik.

And with the intensity of your studies, Agatha hoped that soon you would be worthy of pulling Rowena's diadem out of the hat, but she never seemed to find the right spot, and it was making everyone slightly frustrated, even if no one would admit it.

You haven't heard from the order.

With Fury's death, the radio went silent. You believed that no one but him had been arrested, or killed, because nothing was said in the Daily Prophet. But it wasn't easy to ignore the tightness in your chest at not knowing for sure.

Now that you were practically considering yourself a master at dueling, even if Agatha wouldn't admit that you had far more knowledge in defense against the dark arts than any other witch your age, you expected her to continue the lessons in Occlumency and Legilimency that Erik never managed to finish.

"You're not ready for that yet." She replied, for the third time you brought up the subject, and you sighed impatiently.

"But professor-"

"Erik taught you the basic level of that magic, Y/N." She interrupts, moving her hands so that the objects in the kitchen begin to prepare lunch around you. Wanda is in the house library, studying with Charles, and you had spent all morning practicing dueling spells, and learning to become more resistant to them as well.

Your whole body was sore from the times you fell to the ground when you were hit by stupefy and the most common duelling spells , but it was better than being knocked out at the first attempt if you had never practiced before.

"A master of legilimency would be able to dominate the minds of an entire city at once. You're not ready for that kind of magic yet."

"But I don't need to control an entire city, Agatha." You argue back, following her through the kitchen around the house. "You can just continue from where Erik started and-"

"Enough." She interrupts by turning to you, but she doesn't look angry, just impatient. "You won't leave me alone if I don't agree won't you?"

"No."

She sighs. "I can teach you Occlumency, Stark. But I won't teach you Legilimency, it's...against my vows."

You frown in confusion, "Your vows?"

But Agatha gives you only an insinuating look, and you understand.

As Legilimency is directly considered a forbidden, and dark magic, it would break her vow to only do the right thing by the scarlet witch, her promise to Natalya.

You've never been more curious to know how Agatha got around the perpetual vow for so many years, but the way she’s back walking tells you she's not going to share that with you anytime soon.

"Charles is a master legilimens." She continues talking, moving downstairs where the library is. You in her trail. "He can teach you."

"Really? That 's great!."

As you arrive at the study room, the huge piles of enchanted books surrounding you, your gaze immediately seeks Wanda's.

As Agatha tells Charles to teach you, you approach the girl, finding her distracted with a reading. You smile at how lovely she looks, and can't help but move quickly closer, and steal a surprise kiss from her that makes her sigh.

"Hey, you." You say as you pull away, and she giggles as she relaxes.

"Hey, you." She repeats as she stops you from moving away by holding you by your arm, pulling you back to kiss you properly.

"Hey little love birds, your first lesson in Occlumency is going to be tonight." Agatha warns in a tone of teasing, as you give an embarrassed chuckle breaking away from Wanda, leaning on the pilaster next to the chair she is sitting in. "And you, Miss Maximoff, can practice your natural legilimency skills with Charles on the same schedule as well."

"Yes, ma'am." You and Wanda answer together, and Agatha gives a warning sneer before turning, squeezing Charles' shoulder gently before leaving.

The man turns to you. "Miss Stark, please do not spill mud on my parchments."

You look down to your clothes immediately. Well, it wasn't your fault that Agatha had knocked you to the ground so many times. You were a mess, and you raised your hands in a sign of surrender.

"Sorry, Charles." You mutter as you walk away. "I just came to give my beautiful girl a kiss, I'm going upstairs to take a shower. See you two at lunch."

You give Wanda a wink of goodbye before walking away, being careful not to bump into books along the way.

//-//-//-//

You grumbled softly in pain as you removed your tangled sweater, realizing that perhaps you should have asked Agatha to go easy on the spells instead of challenging her.

Distracted, you startled when you heard knocking on the bathroom door, but relaxed completely when you saw that it was only Wanda, who smiled and leaned against the doorframe, looking up at you.

"Hey, babe." You greeted her, working to remove your shoes. "Do you want anything?"

"No, I just decided to take a break from the books." She replies. "But I would like to know how you convinced Agatha to teach you Occlumency so easily." She comments in a mixed tone of teasing and impressiveness and you laugh softly as you kick your untied shoes away.

"With my charm of course." You return, making her laugh.

When you motion to remove the shirt, Wanda bites her lips. "Allow me."

You stand still then as she steps up to your front, looking at you with the same tenderness that you look back.

Wanda works on the buttons of your shirt, and when she is finished, she pushes the material away, sliding it down your arms until it falls to the floor. You blush slightly under her curious gaze, but say nothing, letting her move the straps of your bra, and then open the clasp, soon the garment falls too.

She moves her fingers down your waist, to reach the zipper and buttons of your pants, and unzips them. You move timidly to remove the item as well, taking your panties with it.

Wanda gives a soft giggle, and you look at her curiously.

"What?"

"It's nothing." She says shyly. "It's...I just realized that it's the first time I've seen you naked."

You blush, but respond. "I wish I wasn't covered in dirt."

"I wish you weren't covered in bruises." She retorts sharply, and you swallow dryly. The purple marks around your body are a result of the spells, but you don't care about that. The pain isn't exactly strange after all.

"It was worth it, though." You retort softly, and think that part of you is really referring to getting stronger, learning new magic. But the other part, the part that knows it's all for the girl in front of you, adds, "You're worth all the effort."

Wanda looks away, swallowing dryly as well. "Don't say that."

"It's the truth, Wanda." You say simply, and she sighs, straightening her posture softly.

"But you don't have to say it."

"You want me to lie then?"

"I just don't want you to say it so proudly." She retorts almost scoldingly, and you bite the inside of your cheek, not wanting to argue. She sighs, and puts distance between you, turning toward the exit.

You clear your throat, and call out to her. "I don't want you to be angry." You murmur. "I can't help it to say things like this, you know that."

Her expression softens. "I'm not angry, darling." She assures you. "I'll just get a towel for myself."

She leaves before you understand what that implies. Wishing you didn't look like a complete mess, you quickly step into the tub you left ready as soon as you arrived in the bathroom, and sink against the hot water, waiting for Wanda to join you.

Wanda doesn't take long. She leaves the towel in the sink, and smiles at you before she starts to undress, right there in front of you, as if she had done it a thousand times before.

You blush, but don't look away. And she doesn't seem to mind that you follow every movement of her hands, although her cheeks redden when she has her breasts exposed in the air.

Soon, she steps into the tub with you, taking the seat in the opposite corner, smiling softly as you hug your legs, looking up at her.

"I'm sorry I said that, I know you don’t like it and I shouldn’t have." You mutter. But Wanda just shakes her head, steeling herself to move closer, her hands touching your forearms.

"Don't worry." She says. "It's the truth after all. You are my knight in shining armor, and I can't do anything to change that."

You laugh softly, and Wanda smiles, stroking your skin with her thumb.

"I want to try something." She says next, making you look at her curiously. "Something I read about it this week. Can I?"

"Of course, darling." You say, and then she is pulling your forearms gently so that you stop hugging your legs, and you sink your hands into the water, waiting, as Wanda moves her fingers, guiding you so that you sit properly, and she sits between your legs. "What are you going to do?"

You ask curiously, even half embarrassed to have her so close, but Wanda just smiles, moving her hands out of the tub, where she makes the soap magically fly to her.

"First, I'm helping you get clean, babe."

She says, dipping the soap in the water before bringing it to your skin, lathering your shoulders gently. You relax under her touch, looking at her intently.

"Can I do the same to you?" you ask in a whisper, and she smiles.

"Of course."

Wanda raises the soap at face height, and with a flick of her hands, the item doubles itself to another. You raise your eyebrow. "Show-off." You tease, making her chuckle, as she hands you the other soap.

For the next few minutes, you help each other soap up amidst giggles, and stolen glances. Wanda's touch is as gentle and affectionate as her gaze, and you are so comfortable that you don't even have time to think about how intimate the whole moment is.

As you finish washing off the soap, Wanda begins to run her fingers along your shoulders. "Will you stay on your back for me?" She asks lowly, and you murmur in agreement before shifting to obey.

Without seeing her, your curiosity makes you tense up, and Wanda smiles as she moves closer, her hands on your waist. "Relax, darling." She asks against your ear, her fingers moving up your skin slowly as you obey.

"Do you remember last summer?" She begins, and suddenly you are feeling soft twinges on your skin. It's Wanda's magic. You don't know what she's doing, but it feels good. Little shocks around your back.

You just murmur, relaxing against her hand.

"When Papa taught you about mirroring magic, I mean." She continues, her tone low and soft. "So that you could take my damage from possible attacks."

"And you were so upset about my wrist breaking when you fell off a broom that you put me to sleep in Pietro's bed." You complete making her laugh.

"But I didn't send you away because I still wanted you in my house." She retorts and you laugh in agreement.

"Yes I do, darling." You say next. "I remember everything I went through with you."

Wanda bites her lips, blushing at your statement. But she continues to talk beyond that.

"There is another kind of spell like that." She says. "Charles was reading with me a line that said If the protector can take the pain, the witch must learn to heal the pain as well. You understand what I mean?"

You sigh softly as you feel the pressure of her fingers increase on the points where you knew you were injured. But it's not discomfort that you feel. It's a different sensation, like an electric shiver that turns into a gentle tightness.

"Yeah, I think so. You'll be able to heal my wounds now, right?" You ask with your eyes closed, instinctively leaning even closer against her hand as the pressure increases, and Wanda just murmurs in agreement, concentrating on her task. "That's pretty cool."

"I still need to learn it properly." She continues. "And I don't want to have to practice."

You chuckle softly at the comment. Of course she doesn't. For her to learn to heal your wounds, you would need to hurt her so she gets to practice, and that possibility is horrible for Wanda.

"I'm sure we'll find an alternative to that, Wands." You murmur lazily, so relaxed against her touch that you begin to feel sleepy.

Wanda continues for a few more minutes, and when she finishes, she goes around your waist with her hands pulling you gently against her, making you sigh.

"How do you feel?" She asks with her face resting on your shoulder, her arms hugging you as you relax against her.

"I feel incredible, love." You reply with your eyes closed. "Thanks to your magic fingers."

Wanda giggles, turning her face to kiss your neck, her lips touching your skin softly and making you smile and sigh.

"Can I make you feel even better?" She asks as she returns her mouth to your ear, playing with the lobe between her lips and teeth, making you hold your breath. "I could use my magic fingers."

You bite back a smile, nodding. Wanda inhales softly, settling herself better against the tub.

Her hands go around your belly with her fingertips, moving upward. You gasp when she reaches your breasts, stimulating your nipples between her fingers.

You let out a satisfied murmur, and your body gradually warms up.

When your nipples are hardened enough, and Wanda has you shivering, she wraps your breasts with her full hands, pressing the flesh against her palm, and you gasp, throwing your hips forward unter water.

"Wanda." You sigh softly as she continues to play with your breasts. "Don't tease."

"I'm not teasing darling." She murmurs back, returning the gentle caress against your nipples. "I'm just getting you wet."

"Just... touch me." You whisper, starting to move back into her, the tightness in your belly growing, and all she did was touch you softly. "Please."

Wanda lets out a sigh, like a giggle, and you don't have to look at her to know she's smiling. "I didn't know you were the begging type, babe."

You grumble under the teasing, but Wanda finally lowers her hands, and you shiver in anticipation, forgetting to respond.

She runs her hands down your inner thighs, but never where you want her. And when you sigh impatiently, she chuckles against your ear.

"Say pretty please again." She teases and you feel your cheeks burn, quickly turning your face to the left, putting distance between her mouth and your ear. All Wanda does is chuckles again, but this time, her fingers go straight to where you want her, caressing your entrance and you gasp.

“M-more.” You ask but she just stands still, her fingertips against your clint while her mouth kisses your shoulder and her other hand goes up to your breast, to repeat the moviments from earlier.

You have trouble keeping your eyes open, and when you try to force her finger against you, she just moves them away with a giggle while you grumble of dissatisfaction.

“Wanda.” You warn, but her hand just rests against your thigh.

“C’mon, babe.” She says. “You sounded so hot when you said please. Do it again.”

“No.” You retort stubbornly, but your affected tone makes her smile, her fingers moving closer to your warm center but still not touching and making you clench your closed fists.

"Say, please fuck me." Wanda whispers against your ear, and you feel a sharp, tightly pulsation in your belly, sighing heavily. "And I will."

But you didn't want to give Wanda a taste of victory, even as you came so close to begging for her touch. All you did was press hard against her, your ass fitted against her hot core, and she gasped in surprise and arousal, digging her nails into your thigh.

"Cheater." She murmured breathlessly, making you smile, but your advantage was short-lived when she pressed your breast into her palm, and without any warning, slid a finger into you, entering easily through both the water in the tub and your arousal.

"Oh." You moaned loudly, one hand gripping the edge of the tub as Wanda moved slowly inside, making you squirm. "More, babe. Please."

Wanda chuckles at your hopeless tone, but obeys, inserting another finger now. It slides between your edges with ease, and you bite your lips to avoid being loud. But when Wanda presses her palm against your clit as her fingers move in and out of you in a slow, torturous rhythm, you whimper, squeezing your hands on the edge of the tub until they turn white.

"You're so tight." Wanda whispers against your ear, her hot, wet breath sending shivers throughout your body. "My sexy baby taking my fingers so well."

You moan softly, becoming even more aroused by Wanda's words. She sighs against your ear, quickening the pace of her thrusts, and you begin to feel the tightness under your belly reaching the limit.

"W-wanda... I'm clos-oh" You can't maintain a coherent sentence, thrusting your hips in the same rhythm as Wanda's fingers move in and out of you, and Wanda grunts against your ear, her fingers sinking into you.

"Show me how it feels, Printsessa" She asks and you need to concentrate beyond pure pleasure to be able to share your sensations with her. When you do, Wanda moans loudly against your ear, the hand on your breast squeezing firmly, pulling you against her and making you gasp. "Is this how you feel with me, baby?” She asks with a breathless whisper. “It’s so fucking good." She whimpers, increasing the pace of her fingers, and now stimulating both you and herself, and you use your free hand to keep yourself from screaming, knowing that the noise would attract the attention of the other residents.

"I can't hold it." You whimper, your body beginning to spasm out of rhythm with the strokes, you are so close.

"So don't." She gasps back against your ear, and it's the next second that you come, your walls clenching against Wanda's fingers, and you see stars, your loud moan is muffled by her hand on your mouth when you can't keep the gesture and clench your hands under the water.

And you are barely recovering from your orgasm when Wanda reaches hers, sharing it with you, and you moan deeply, turning a complete mess against her, feeling your body explode with pleasure again.

You stand in silence, trying to normalize your breaths, Wanda's fingers slip out of you, making you sigh, but she keeps her hand on your thigh, until she joins the two at your waist, smoothing you better against her.

"I can't feel my legs." You mumble breathlessly, your body tingling completely from the intensity of the orgasms. Wanda just gives an equally affected laugh, moving one of her hands up to push her wet hair out of the front of her face.

"Too bad, I still want to taste you."

You grunt softly, feeling your face heat up. But you sure as hell won't protest when Wanda's hands start coming down again.

//-//-//-//-//-//

“It really worked.” You murmurs impressed, as you button a clear shirt up, getting ready for having some food since you and Wanda skipped lunch, being busy with things. The bruises that you once had, are all gone. A few red spots were seen, but nothing too remarkable as before.

Wanda bites her bottom lip, kneeling in the bed, still naked. The vision was a gift from heaven you could say.

“If you feel any pain, tell me.” She asks as she watches you dressing. “I could try to ease that too.”

“You’re too good for me baby.” You commented with a shy smile, getting closer to her again. Agatha liked well dressed manners, she said. That’s why almost every set of clothes she gave you had ties, and sweaters. You and Wanda teased her about being old.

And that's why you're knotting your tie, and Wanda is unbuttoning your shirt. Wait, what?

"Hey, hey." You quickly warn, holding up her fingers, as Wanda giggles with her gaze gleaming in mischief. "We can't stay here all day, sweetheart."

"Can’t we?" She retorts in a mixed tone of defiance, making a pout that makes you want to kiss her.

"You know we can't." You retort with a smile, caressing her cheek before buttoning the buttons she has opened. Wanda bites her lips as she watches you. "I can bring you something to eat, but eventually we have lessons."

"No, that's okay, I'll come down with you." She says but doesn't move from her spot, and you raise an eyebrow curiously, but Wanda was just waiting for you to finish buttoning your shirt before pulling you up by your poorly tied tie, rising to kiss you on the mouth.

You smiled against her lips, bringing one of your hands to her neck, kissing her firmly.

"Are you sure we need to go downstairs?" She murmurs breathlessly against your mouth, and you sigh.

"Maybe another ten minutes."

It takes another half hour for you to leave the room.

Wanda accompanies you, straightening your crumpled clothes before you head to the kitchen.

Fortunately, Charles had saved some lunch for you, and between smiles and stolen glances, you ate in silence.

And when Agatha asked you to join her upstairs, for her occlumency lesson, Wanda kissed you on the cheek and wished you good luck.

Agatha's private study room was dark.

Unlike the library, or Charles' offices, which were extremely cozy.

Here, you felt almost intimidated. But Agatha seemed relaxed, and you felt confident enough with your magic to enter.

"You know the fundamentals, Miss Stark, so let's not stall." She says as she walks over to one of the cabinets, working to remove her rings and place them on the wood. "Sit back and relax. And know that I'm going to try the real thing, Y/N. Just like an opponent would."

You swallow dryly, but murmur in understanding, walking over to sit in the armchair that Agatha seems to have left ready for you.

She turns around, and takes the seat in front of you. With a flick of her fingers, one of the books on the bookshelves in the room comes flying toward her, floating in the air, open at eye level.

She grumbles softly as she reads, probably checking the spells correctly, and then the book closes and returns to the bookshelf.

"In a fight, a wizard's mind can be their greatest enemy, Miss Stark." She begins, rolling up her sleeves, and you hold your breath in anticipation. "That's why you need to protect yours as best you can."

"Professor Erik taught me a few things." You mutter, but Agatha raises her eyebrow in disbelief, and you are almost offended. "Hey, I'm not that helpless."

"Is that what you think?" She challenges. "Look closer."

You frown in confusion, and try to understand what she means.

Then you notice the other figure in the corner of the room and almost jump out of your chair.

An illusion, Agatha never sat next to you, and she disappears the same second you noticed her.

"What the fuck....?"

"Illusions, Miss Stark, will be the least of your problems if the dark lord has access to your mind." Agatha warns as she moves from the shadows of the room, her hands folded on her belly, looking at you, who was still in shock from the last trick. "But I will teach you to recognize and escape false images first."

The first lesson is not easy.

Honestly, it is so exhausting that by the time Agatha frees you, you are stumbling sleepily to your room.

You fall into bed still in your study clothes, and are almost closing your eyes when Wanda walks in.

"Hey, sweetheart, aren't you going to dinner?" She asks, but you don't even open your eyes, muttering that you were going to sleep.

Wanda walks over to you, gives you a kiss on the cheek, and turns out the lights.

//-//-//

It takes another three weeks for something to happen.

Technically, a lot has actually happened.

You have learned to break illusions, create them, protect your mind from mid-level invaders, lie in a way that rings true in your mind and fools any invader.

Agatha won't admit it, but you are a very talented Occlumens.

And Wanda, is quite the opposite of that.

Charles often comments that maybe it's the power of scarlet magic, but he''s never seen someone who could manipulate the mind of others so easily. Not since Agatha, and the witch makes a sarcastic remark, but has a proud smile as she goes out to harvest carrots.

Where you are expert at protecting the mind, Wanda is at attacking it.

She doesn't have the same strength as you in blocking Agatha, but you can't invade anyone's mind without putting in a lot of effort.

"I think it's an interesting thing, actually. " Charles comments next to you, in the fourth week of studying mind magic, with the four of you sitting in the room, and Agatha in the armchair in front of you, while you have your wand raised and try to get into her thoughts. "You balance each other perfectly, you know? Y/N can protect your mind while you attack, Wanda. It's quite useful."

"Great observation, Charles." Agatha congratulates impressed, not seeming to have any difficulty blocking you even while talking to someone else.

"Does that mean I can get inside your head through her magic?" Wanda deduces in curiosity, but didn't expect anyone to confirm, her eyes glowing red and connecting with your mind.

You choke, firming your touch on your wand, and because you were already trying the spell, you manage to get into Agatha's mind without any problems with Wanda’s magic.

A small girl is running down a hallway; it's Hogwarts.

"Freak!" " Weirdo!" are the whispers of the crowds of children she is passing through.

And then the whispers change to "watch out, she's the principal' daughter" "I heard she killed that Ravenclaw boy"

A mirror. Agatha must be sixteen now, she looks young. She stares at her reflection, and then punches the glass.

"You are a disgrace to this family." A woman says in front of her as the memory fades to another, looking at her with contempt. "A scandal like this. Our coven will recommend your expulsion."

"I never wanted to be a part of this, Mama!" Agatha exclaims in a mixture of anger and hurt. "I hate those old backward women, I want to learn everything I can and -"

The slap is loud. "Rules exist to keep everyone safe, Agatha. You're too selfish to realize that."

It gets faster, the flashes. You watch Agatha grow up, study in hiding, kiss a girl behind the candy store who pushes her away when the older schoolmates laugh, you listen to the cruel comments, watch her buy the cottage, meet new people, and many colored lights, the spells she has already cast blending throughout the memories.

"Please, daughter, forgive me" She pleads in a crying voice, but Natalya looks at her with contempt. "I will do the right thing this time, please, I-"

"Swear it."

You see a flash of the day she took the perpetual vow, her hands entwined with her daughter, and then you see more quick flashes of lost moments, until you focus on the day she was alone in Magda's house again, her hand on the cheek of baby Wanda, now asleep.

"Forgive me, I have failed again."

The memory shifts, you watch Erik crying at a memorial service, many other people dressed in black beside him.

She talked to Erik about the girl, asking if he had noticed anything strange.

Visiting a mansion, your home. You see yourself, about five or six years old, playing in the backyard with your brother, the emaciated image of your father talking to her in a low tone, delivering a letter.

More unclear flashes.

Agatha writing the acceptance letters from the school that year, the name Wanda Maximoff emblazoned on the paper.

The day Wanda and Pietro enter Hogwarts, Agatha rummaging back into her old journals and books.

Agatha starts to resist then. You see two more flashes of class, before she pushes you and Wanda out of her thoughts, and you choke breathlessly, stumbling away.

The teacher gets up quickly, aggressively throwing herself at you two, and you cover Wanda with your body immediately, but she calms down, because Charles puts his arm around her waist.

"Agatha, breathe." He asks softly, and she seems to come to her senses, shaking her head, and casting an almost embarrassed look at you, before muttering apologies and leaving the room.

You and Wanda are wide-eyed, in shock at all you have seen for long seconds, as Charles sighs and moves to organize the books you had messed up when the lesson began.

"She's going to need some time." He says turning to give you a tender smile. "But don't worry, I can continue the lessons with you two. For now, I suggest a cup of tea to everyone, and we can continue tomorrow."

"S-sure, that sounds great." You mumble awkwardly, turning your face to Wanda, who looks troubled. "Everything okay?" You whisper to her, and she forces a smile, nodding.

You won't push it, so you even squeeze her hand gently before following Charles into the kitchen for tea.

//-//-//-//-//

Agatha doesn't leave her room for six whole days.

Charles just says that she is tired, and brings her meals.

You only study next to Wanda; it's not as if you can feel guilty about something she has done to you so many times.

And then, as if no time has passed, the former headmistress comes into the kitchen in travel clothes, while you are eating lunch.

"Good morning?" You exclaim in surprise, and the teacher only murmurs with a nod, picking up an apple from the fruit tray and turning toward the front door.

You exchange a confused look with Wanda before the two of you quickly stand up.

"Agatha, where are you...?"

"Hogwarts." She replies without stopping walking, as you follow her down the hallway to the exit. "Stephen has hidden the darkhold in the spiritual plane of the castle. I'll get it, and read it to Miss Maximoff as promised."

"I-" Wanda starts half uncertain, but Agatha gestures quickly.

"I'll be back as soon as I can." She clarifies. "We'll need him to perform the ritual as well. Please help Charles with the house, and if possible don't damage my vegetables."

And on the porch, she apparated.

You and Wanda stared at the empty space for a long moment.

"What just happened?" You mutter.

"Did our spell drive her insane?" She retorts back, and you sigh, turning to go back inside, and close the door, Wanda following you inside.

"I have no idea." You say. "Let's let Charles know she's gone, and try to keep him from blowing up other cauldrons while she's out."

//-//-//-//-////-//-//-//-//

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[tsunderecookies]

Horny HC

Pairing: Bakugo x Reader, Midoriya x Reader, Todoroki x Reader, Shinso x Reader, Hawks x Reader

Warnings: nsfw subjects, choking, spanking, spitting, hair pulling, language as vulgar as my mind, degrading, daddy kink.

A/N: Count on me to make my first ever post spicy. All characters mentioned in this are aged up to 21+. I hope y'all enjoy reading this. (Also i made these headers myself - not the chibis - so sorry if they shit, I tried :)))

Requests are open. Please send lol, imma run out of ideas.

So for my first set of hc I took the 5 heroes I had the most ideas for but I’ll definitely do hc’s for the rest as well. Also i love the villians so lmk if you guys want me to do a part 2 of this for them or any of the other heroes!

This man

This.Man.

He's gonna blow your back out. No cap.

I mean you see the way he treats his friends, you can't tell me he won't be daddy in bed.

Speaking of Daddy. Authority kink. It's either Sir, Daddy or Master. Katsuki has left the chat.

Bakugou is in charge, and you sure as fuck better know it. If not, he won't hesitate to remind you, teaching you a lesson you won't forget anytime soon.

100% brat tamer.

Bakugou loves putting you back in your place when you step out of line. He lives for the sound of your pleas and apologies as he reminds you of where you belong; on your knees right in front of him. ( that sounded so sexist pls don't come for me )

Punishments come in the form of spanking and edging for hours on end. He's not scared to manhandle you.

You gasp at the harsh feeling of your back slamming against the wall, the feeling of Bakugous hand slipping around your throat sending a wave of arousal straight to your core.

"What the fuck did you just say?"

"I said make me.... Daddy." A cheeky smile makes it onto your face as you repeat your words, but just as fast as it appeared it vanishes at the feeling of his hand tightening around your throat.

" Oh princess, you never learn do you?"

His favorite positions includes him hitting it from the back - he loves how he can just push your head into the mattress or lean his chest against your back to whisper dirty things in your ear. Not to mention the fact that he can grab your hair and pull your back flush against his chest as he tilts your head back so you can look at him while he rails you- and missionary with both your legs over his shoulders. He loves seeing the facial expressions you make while he presses his hand down onto your throat, his cock hitting places inside you you didn't know existed.

Definitely not afraid of quickies. He loves the adventure and danger that comes with the possibility of anyone being able to walk in on you at any possible moment.

Dirty talk: on fucking point.

" You like that baby? Yeah? You like it when daddy fucks you hard like this hmm? Tell me how much you love this. Tell me how much you like daddy pounding into you like this."

You know that kinda whiney type dirty talk tone? Like where their words are kinda dragged out and kinda high pitched? Yes. Yes.

Absolutely fucking loves when you can't speak. He loves how your words can barely slip out in between your moans and gasps, how absolutely dumb you are for his cock.

100% degrader.

Change my mind. You can't.

"That's right baby, yes - fuck. Take that cock. Take that fat cock like the slut you are."

"You like that you whore? You like it when daddy tells you how slutty you look all needy for his cock?"

This man is not afraid to mark you up. Good luck covering up those hickeys the next morning because its impossible. He wants everyone to know you belong to him, and you can bet your pretty ass that he has a shit eating grin on his face when someone notices them.

You can bet he has a shit eating grin on his face later when you try to confront him about it. He’ll also have some smart ass remark.

I can definitely see Bakugo having angry post argument sex. By the time he tosses you onto bed and crawls onto you the cause of the argument is long forgotten, the only thing going through his mind being how he's going to fuck the attitude out of you.

Absolutely loves it if you're loud. He wants everyone to know he's the one making you feel that good and that he's the only one who could make you scream like that.

" That's right princess, let the whole fucking city know who's making you feel this good!"

Definitely gonna have a ton of noise complaints, especially from your roommates if you have any. ( idk why but i picture katsuki sharing an apartment w kiri, sero and denki )

Bakugo isn't really a moan typpa guy, but god he will draw out the sexiest and unholiest groans and growls from the back of his throat.

I also feel like he's the type of guy that guides you through giving him head, telling you exactly how to suck his cock before he just grabs a fist full of your hair and ends up fucking your face.

We all know Bakugou is an overachiever, and this reflects during sex. He wants to make you cum as many times as possible using his tongue and fingers before he sticks his dick in you.

He isn't as romantic as Shoto with aftercare but he definitely takes care of you. He makes sure to go pee as well as make you go before turning on the shower for you both, adjusting the temperature to your liking.

He loves washing your hair for you in hopes that you'd do the same for him. He secretly loves the feeling of your fingertips massaging his scalp but would never admit it.

He's not super lovey dovey after, but he makes sure to let you know that you're appreciated.

"Love you, dumbass."

"Love you too, Katsuki."

All in all, you're in for a good dicking down.

I feel like this boy pours so much passion into it.

Especially with his history with his parents. The lack of love during his childhood definitely shows during moments like these.

With him it's always making love, its never just fucking. Sex to him isn't just an activity to get off or procreate ( cough Endeavour cough) its a show of both your love for each other, a moment for your bodies to become one.

Your pleasure definitely comes first to him. He would want to get you off at least a couple of times before even thinking of himself.

Shoto also struggles with expressing his emotions so this is a way for him to show you how he feels physically rather that having to convey it verbally.

He's all about the physical contact.

He definitely holds your hands during and whispers sweet nothings in your ear.

His favourite position is missionary. He loves the closeness, how he can look into your eyes and feel your shaky breathing while he moves inside you.

It's either that or you on top with him sitting upright with your bodies pressed together. He loves how close he can hold you. His one hand intertwining with your hair as he presses your head closer to his, the other around your back, occasionally moving down to you hip to help you grind down onto him.

Loves the feeling of your chest against his as he slowly moves between your hips, head resting against your shoulder as his hot breath fans over your skin.

He presses a chaste kiss to your lips before resting his forehead against yours.

"I love you so much angel, you're so beautiful like this."

He's also the type to light candles and have rose petals everywhere on special occasions.

But just because he makes love to you, doesn't mean he can't rearrange your insides while doing so.

Just hot, sweaty, nasty, rough sex.

But with love <3

Even during the rougher moments he makes sure to show you how much he loves you and how much you mean to him.

He'd have his hand all tangled in your hair, some of the unholiest noises leaving his throat as he takes you from behind. His eyes not leaving yours in the mirror placed in front of you.

"Fuck. You feel so good baby - just like that, yeah - look at me princess."

He's very observant. He takes note of the things the drive you crazy so he can work your body even better next time.

Because sex is something more intimate for him I don't think he'd be into sex in public/semi public areas.

He doesn't want anyone else to see the gorgeous expressions on your face while you're at your most vulnerable, or the heavenly sounds that leave your soft lips for him.

I wouldn't go as far as to say he's possessive, but this is definitely something he views as for his eyes only.

He’s not a very big fan of quickies for the simple fact that he likes to take his time with your body and give you as much pleasure as possible rather than just get you both off. He’d much rather prefer waiting for you both to get home and properly take care of you.

Shoto isn't really vocal in bed, but his pleasure will still be conveyed through his shaky intake off breath and the ways his face scrunches up when you clench around him.

He definitely marks you.

Loves marking you as his on your most delicate and intimate parts, painting your chest and inner thighs as his.

He loves trailing his hand over them, rubbing soft circles on the hickeys with his thumb. To him this is proof of the beautiful moment you guys spent together.

The most passionate sex that you both have would definitely be when shoto comes back from a long business trip, his hand could never compare to your body. He definitely plans on making up for lost time, keeping you in his sheets for as long as possible.

And can i just say

The aftercare

Top tier.

He definitely runs you both a hot bath afterwards.

Candles, bubble bath and your favourite bath bomb. The works.

Definitely wants to carry you but won't do so if you feel uncomfortable about it.

He slips in behind you so you're sat between his thighs, his one hand interlacing with yours while the other softly caresses your stomach.

Sets up a little cuddle corner next to the fireplace so you guys can enjoy a movie before falling asleep in each others arms.

Sweet baby boi.

One word: shy.

Izuku knows what sex is and what happens during this intimate act. He’s also watched porn a couple of times so he knows the basics behind it.

But that doesn’t stop him from shape shifting into a fucking tomato every time you start undressing in front of him.

When you both first started becoming intimate you definitely had to make all the first moves and initiate it all because he was too shy and nervous to do it himself.

Even if he was horny as can be and needed you more than anything he’d rather suffer in silence than tell you or ask you to help him out.

He’s definitely not afraid to ask you how to work your body right. Deku knows that not everyone's bodies work the same and that what might have felt good for someone else won’t exactly work for you. So he asks. He asks you how to work your body right and he’ll keep this in mind for future reference.

He marks you but not as much as the others. He’ll litter them on more intimate places both because he doesn’t want to embarrass or inconvenience you and because he’s the only other one he wants to be able to see em. He’ll also get really blushy when he spots them.

This man 100% has a praise kink. He loves knowing how good he’s making you feel and won’t hesitate to let you know as well.

No matter how many times you’ve been intimate before he’ll always tell you how beautiful you look, how much he loves you and how much he can’t wait to make you feel good.

As time goes by and you give him more praise he’ll become more confident intimately.

I can’t really see Izuku having any hard kinks for the simple fact that he doesn’t like the idea of hurting you in any way, especially intentionally.

Like if you were to ask him to choke you or something he’d do it beacause he wants to please you but it would still be the softest shit you have ever experienced. Like for example he’d have his hand around your throat but he wouldn't add any pressure and his hand would barely graze your ass when he attempts to spank you.

He would be down for quickies but he’d be a nervous wreck about em. He’d constantly worry about getting caught and won’t shut up so you’ll just have to make him ;)

“Zuku don’t worry we’ll be fine.“ Your lips mesh together as you pull him closer by his shirt, tugging at the hem to signal you want it off before moving down towards his belt.

“ But y/n - chan I just don’t want us to get caught...” A whine leaves his throat as you start palming him through his jeans before quickly pulling them along with his briefs down to his knees.

“You need to relax more baby.” You press a kiss next to his ear before sinking down to your knees. “In fact I know just how to help you do that.”

Before he could even think of a response his hand flew up to cover out the loud moan threatening to slip out of his ajar mouth as his head fell back.

He’s definitely loud during sex.

Without a doubt.

He lets out these whiny little moans and he definitely tries to hide em. They wouldn’t be especially high pitched but they’d still be higher than usual. Can definitely see him as the type to cover them up with his hand but when you let him know how much you love them he’ll blush a little but let em all out.

You’ve seen how attentive this man is right? How he takes every little piece of info he gets into account when he fills out his journal and comes up with plans?

Yeah your body has its own journal.

Joke lol, but Deku is very attentive and takes note of every reaction he gets out of your body with his touch. How your back arches when his fingers hit that spot inside of you. How your moans get louder when he angles his hips in a certain way. How goosebumps appear when he litters kisses down your neck.

Aftercare with him is the cutest thing ever.

Blushy boi again.

He holds you close to his naked body and pushes his head into the crook of your neck to hide his blush. He’ll thank you for not only sharing moments like these with him but also allowing him to be apart of your life.

Now and then you guys take a hot bath together afterwards but most of the time you fall asleep in each others arms, an occasional kiss being placed on your forehead with a word of comfort.

This man will just love on you so hard.

The first thing that pops into my head when I think Shinso and sex is kitten.

He definitely calls you kitten in bed and he is daddy. period.

Like this man is rough. Without a doubt.

He’s the type that’s really fun to tease because you know he’ll punish you later. Especially if you do it while he’s at work.

A gasp leaves your lips when you feel a familiar pair of arms circle your waist, his warm body pinning you against the railing of the balcony.

"Surprised kitten? I thought you would've expected this, sending me those lewd photos while im at work. "

His hands move to grab onto your waist and push you further into the railing, yours grabbing onto it in turn.

His chest vibrates against your back as he chuckles, you can practically feel the smirk on his face.

"Yeah, you better fucking hold on to something."

I also feel like his pull out game is the best. He mostly enjoys cumming on either your chest or your lower back and face on special occasions.

He loves taking you from behind or on your side while lifting your one leg. He also loves sitting on the edge of the bed with you on top of him with your back facing him while he guides your hips up and down.

He loves these positions because it gives him the perfect angle to please and tease. He can easily reach around and play with your nipples but he can also tease you by just stilling inside of you when you least expect it.

It also gives him better access to the most sensitive parts of your neck so he can mark you up.

I feel like Shinso has a very high sex drive. Like i feel like he's down to go whenever wherever, which is why i think quickies with him is almost a daily occurrence. He loves the risk behind it and he definitely knows how finish you off within 5 minutes. 

He absolutely loves it when you're a brat so use this to your advantage because it will get you r a i l e d.

A loud groan escapes the back of Shinso's throat, his hand tangled in your hair while he rams into you from behind.

"Is this what you wanted baby? Huh? Me fucking the brat out of you?"

He is an absolute king with his hands and he knows it. He knows how to get you absolutely spent with just 2 fingers. 

Definitely jealous as fuck but he doesn't do anything about it until you're alone. He'll act normal up until you get home before pinning you against the wall and reminding you that he's the only man you should be giving attention to.

And oh my god this man can go all night long. He’ll pound you into the mattress until HE thinks you’ve had enough, sweat gleaming on both your bodies in the moonlight as he finally pulls out and pulls you close to him.

He’s definitely very adventurous. He’s not afraid to experiment at all.

I also feel like when he cums he cums A LOT. Like one of his favourite things ever would be you on you knees in front of him, his cock buried deep down your throat as you struggle to swallow everything he's giving you.

Sleepy sex is basically a morning ritual, his hips already rutting against your ass before you've even properly woken up. He loves the laziness of the whole ordeal as well as the closeness. Before you he'd just rub one out before falling back asleep, but now that you're here he can just indulge in you and then fall back asleep. Not that you mind.

Shinso doesn't leave hickeys intentionally. He just gets into it and does it without noticing it. Thinks it's hilarious as fuck when you struggle to hide them and definitely makes a comment about you knowing you enjoyed it so why complain now.

Definitely the type to wake you up and ask you to ride him at ungodly hours.

Member of the suck me off while I'm gaming club.

A little bonus: I can just see both of you going at it and he’s doing you good and then all of a sudden he just stops. Naturally you just assume he’s just trying to be a tease so you buck your hips up in attempt to get him to move inside of you and let out a whiny moan. Shinso would just kinda calmly look at you and go “ Baby... she’s on top of me.” and you’d be like huh???? tf he talking about, and just look up and see the cat you adopted together peeking at you over his shoulder. She lets out the cutest little meow and you both start giggling, taking a mental note to close the bedroom door before you get down in future.

After sex he’d take care of you. He’d clean you up and cuddle you really close. He’d run his fingers through your hair and massage your scalp for you. Will wake you up with breakfast in bed the next morning and a cup of coffee/tea.

Hawks has a god complex in bed and you can't convince me otherwise.

He's the absolute king of oral. He isn't just gluttonous for food if you catch my drift. He knows how to use his tongue, and the way he uses it on your sex is enough to make you see stars.

"Oh god. Fuck, i-i need- oh my god. Keigo, I need mhmmnnmm" your hand runs through his golden locks as you press him closer to your core, hips bucking and thighs threatening to close around his head.

Keigos head peaks up from between your legs, his mouth glistening with your arousal as his hand picks up where his tongue left off. A cocky smile sneaks it's way on his face.

"That's right baby, tell god what you need."

Hawks loves taking you in missionary. Why you may ask. Because this gives you perfect access to his wings. Nothing gets him more riled up than the feeling of your fingers dancing over the base of his wings where they meet his skin. The feeling's enough to draw a growl from within his chest, his hips immediately picking up momentum as he pounds you deeper into the bed.

Just like Katsuki, Keigo isn't afraid to mahandle you.

He loves the sight of your fucked out face as he wraps his hand around you throat, incoherent mumbles the only thing leaving your swollen lips.

He fucks you stupid, tongue lolling out of your mouth and eyes rolling back into your head. The sight of this turns him on ten times more than he already was in the first place.

Keigo will also use his feathers on you 100%.

A small gasp leaves your lips at the feeling of something soft stimulating your sex. You lower your eyes, undeniably turned on by the sight of one of Keigos feathers matching the momentum of his thrusts as his hips slam into yours.

Your eyes travel back up to your lovers face, unable to hold back the moan that escapes your lips as he winks at you with a smirk and picks up his pace.

Undeniably into praise. He absolutely loves when you tell him how good he's making you feel and how he's the only one who possibly could make you feel this way. Definitely gets cocky about it.

Along with his love for praise he also has a love for degrading. He loves the way you instantly start moaning louder and tightening up when he starts calling you his little slut and cocksleeve, it's enough to make his dick twitch.

Definitely possessive and protective as hell over you. Being Keigos sidekick meant a lot of work related arguments about recklessness from both sides. These arguments often times lead to hate sex.

A harsh tug on your arm stops you dead in your tracks as you turn around to come face to face with your fiancee, the scowl on his face giving away exactly what he was feeling before he could even get a chance to open his mouth.

"What the fuck was that." His breath was hot as it fanned over your face, the smell of mint unmissable. "That, Keigo, was me doing my fucking job." "No y/n, that was you being careless! What the fuck were you thinking risking your life like that?!" " Last time i checked that was our job description! We're supposed to be risking our lives to save innocent people, or does that suddenly mean nothing to you anymore?" "I don't fucking care about them I care about you! I have half a mind to remove you from field work thanks to that little stunt!" " For fucks sake Keigo! What are you gonna do?! Tie me to a fucking desk?!"

Within two seconds your back was pressed against a wall, your fiancees hands slamming down next to your head as he moves his face dangerously close to yours.

" Tread lightly princess, or i just might."

Adding to the possessiveness, i feel like Keigo will be one jealous son of a bitch with no shame at all.

Like he'd take you out for dinner at some fancy restaurant to treat you, only to have your waiter start flirting with you. Keigos blood would start boiling, his jaw set as he'd glare at the man flirting with his mate.

As soon as the waiter leaves he'd make some snarky, passive aggressive comments about the scenario before dragging you into the bathroom mumbling " If he can't see who you belong to I guess I'll have to show him"

He'd then proceed to shamelessly pound the fuck out of you in the restaurant making sure everyone, especially that waiter, could hear every single sound the left your lips. He'd leave so many hickeys on your neck. He needs to mark what's his.

"You're mine. You understand me? You belong to me baby, you're all mine." His hand roughly grabs your face making you look him in the eyes. "Say it." He gets impatient, lifting his hand to lightly slap your face, the action drawing a moan from your lips. " I said fucking say it."

Total exhibitionist. You have definitely been pinned against the large windows in your apartment or even his agency, on full display to anyone walking by as he fucks you nice and hard.

I feel like aftercare with Keigo would be little things that don't necessarily classify as aftercare but comforts you both.

After pulling out of you Keigo would lay down next to you, his hands wrapping around your body to pull you closer as his heart hammers in his chest and he waits for his breathing to calm down a tad.

He'd then get up, tug on a pair of boxers and grab the box of cigarettes and lighter on his bedside table before heading out to the balcony.

You'd slip out of bed, putting on his shirt before joining him outside. Your arms would be wrapped around his waist while he smoked, both of you enjoying the slight late night breeze and the sound of the bustling city before heading inside to snuggle up and fall asleep together.

[holden-caulfield]

Explosive I

↪︎ 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 (𝟐 - 𝟑)

Summary: reader ends up in detention and is forced to spend it with Draco Malfoy.

Pairings: Draco Malfoy x reader (can be considered an enemies to lovers kind of au)

Warnings: there could be a swear word but i'm not sure honestly.

Word Count: 3280

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"DETENTION!" shouted a rather angry Snape as you froze on the spot, staring into his dark eyes.

You had just messed up a potion. Again. And it had just exploded. Again. And it had hit Snape, something he didn't quite appreciate. He wasn't very fond of you to begin with but now he surely despised you.

You gulped down nervously as you watched his face contort in anger, cleaning up the mess your failed potion had just made.

"You'll be serving detention for three weeks, miss y/l/n. Every day after the lessons."

"What? Every day?" you asked incredulously but you immediately regretted it upon seeing the scowl already etched on his face getting prominently deeper.

"Every. Day. Starting from today, i'll see you here at the end of your lessons and you better be on time."

The bell rang and you made your way outside of the class not once looking up. The rest of the day went by without mishaps, but the constant fear of Snape's detention was enough to incessantly haunt your mind.

Your feet seemed to walk on their own as they brought you back in the dungeons, the fateful moment having arrived.

You entered the gloomy classroom and saw Snape sitting at his desk, a foul expression painted on his face.

"Sit." you did as you were told and sat down without a single word, looking at your table.

Just then, another figure entered the class and you looked up to see. You didn't know him personally but his reputation preceded him: Draco Malfoy.

The boy nodded to Snape who simply acknowledged his presence and returned his gaze to you.

"You'll be organizing every single item in this room without making anything explode. Although i'm aware it's a very difficult task for you, miss Y/l/n."

The blond boy snorted lowly while making his way to the cauldrons present in one of the corners of the room, but you couldn't retort, having way more serious matter at hand at the moment.

"Is it clear?"

"Yes, professor."

Much to your surprise, Snape made his way outside of the classroom, his robes floating after him.

"If i see you slacking around, i'll be sure to detract points from your house as well. Get to work." and with that he exited the class, leaving you alone with the blond boy.

You were quite dumbfounded but a snooty voice reminded you of your task.

"You better get going, these vials won't rearrange themselves."

You shot him a glare and he simply smirked, turning around and settling his cauldron on one of the tables.

You got up and reached the first closet, analyzing the items present: a bunch of ingredients, many you'd never heard of.

You began dividing them in alphabetical order, it being the most logical division, but that same arrogant voice resounded in the room once more.

"You have to catalogue them first."

"I didn't see him putting you in charge of this place." you retorted under your breath, hoping he wouldn't hear you.

"You're the one in detention, not me. I was just trying to help." helping obviously wasn't what he was trying to do, however annoying you seemed a much more plausible answer.

"I didn't ask for your bloody help, did i?"

He chuckled darkly as he reached you, taking some of the ingredients for himself and knocking down a few in the meantime.

You managed to catch them in mid air, but he didn't seem too bothered. You simply ignored him, silently rolling your eyes and deciding that that would have been the best way to endure the long hour that was awaiting you.

"What did you do anyway?" he asked once he had returned to his table, setting the containers on the wooden surface.

You ignored the question and he just laughed, obviously amused by the whole situation.

"Did you speak during his lesson? He usually assigns detentions for that." he commented.

You kept on organizing the colorful bottles, keeping your back to him.

"Did you cheat? I saw one try and they say he never came back from here alive." you rolled your eyes at his attempts at getting you to speak and continued with your task.

"Did you try to seduce him to get a better grade? I didn't take you for the type but i'm not judging." he chuckled to himself. You took a deep breath, the urge to just turn around and choke him very strong but having an already lengthy detention was enough, you didn't need Snape catching you while trying to kill your annoying schoolmate.

"You put the Asphodel in the wrong place." you finally turned around, visibly pissed off, and saw him slouched on his chair, arms behind the nape of the neck as he looked at you with a pedantic air.

"And why would that be?" you asked, annoyance audible in your voice.

"You put it with the liquids when it should obviously be with the powders."

"I'm not dividing by consistency."

"Well, you should." you rubbed your temples in an attempt at calming yourself while turning around towards the shelves once more. "Did you hear me? I said-"

"I heard what you said and i do not care. Will you be talking the whole hour?" you asked marching towards his desk and slamming your hands on the table.

"I don't know, will you do something right and arrange them the correct way?" you were fuming. A scowl planted on your face while a grin appeared on his.

"I don't know, i usually don't take advice from arrogant know-it-alls."

"And i don't usually help oblivious girls with anger issues but i was feeling nice today." he grinned, inching closer to you with the same smug smirk on his face.

"Oh you stupid little-"

"Miss Y/l/n, i thought three weeks were enough for you but apparently they aren't." Snape barged in right at that moment and you quickly stopped, jumping backwards and back to the shelves.

"I'm sorry, professor. It won't happen again."

Snape sat at his desk, picking up some pieces of parchment you imagined were essays and began analyzing them.

The hour passed by agonizingly slow and when Snape finally released you, he stopped you before exiting the room, making you walk up to his desk.

"How did you organize them?"

"Alphabetical order, professor."

"You'll be rearranging them tomorrow afternoon. I want them divided by categories." and he waved his hand dismissively, signaling for you to go without even a second glance.

You walked past Malfoy's table and he whispered, "Told you."

"Shut up." and you finally made your way out, exhausted, relieved, mad and already tired at the prospect of the next detention.

The following day, you got ready as always and sooner than you expected, the dreaded hour had arrived. The only solace: not having to hear Malfoy's tiresome remarks every second.

"Good afternoon."

A complacent smirk greeted you as you arrived in front of the classroom. You couldn't help but stare and narrow your eyes at the bothersome boy that sat on one of the tables, obviously waiting for Snape to arrive.

"Do you live here perhaps?"

"Do you, princess? Or were you just missing me?"

You passed by him and sat down at the farthest desk from him you could find, setting down your bag.

He got up from his previous place and sank down in the chair next to you.

"Oh come on, do you still think you can ignore me?"

You remained silent and simply side-glanced at him, uninterested in participating in his games.

Draco was about to say something when Snape finally arrived, causing him to get up and set his cauldron just like he had done the former day.

"Miss Y/l/n, i suppose you already know what to do?"

You reluctantly stood up and started reorganizing all the products you had so neatly arranged the day before, but unlike then, you worked in complete silence, Draco obviously not commenting with Snape present.

When the hour finished, you started to get out but Snape stopped you once again. You turned around, already fearing having to change the order for the third time.

"I decided you'll be practicing from tomorrow afternoon in order to prevent another... accident. Mr Malfoy here will tutor you."

"What?!" you shrieked and Snape didn't seem to appreciate it.

Draco seemed as dumbfounded as you for he had a rather shocked look plastered on his face.

"But-"

"Yes, Mr Malfoy?" Snape raised an eyebrow inquisitively and Draco shut his mouth after muttering a single "Nothing."

"But professor, he's-"

"He's at the top of the class so you'll finally learn how not to make everything you touch explode. Hopefully."

You rushed out of the room after seeing Draco's lips curling the slightest bit upwards and made yourself a mental note to curse him right after Snape whenever you had the chance.

You long pondered about not showing up, faking a sudden cold, but you wouldn't have been able to avoid it forever so the next day you presented yourself. You sat down at the table and took out your Potions book from your bag, opening it in front of you.

Snape eyed you, displeased as usual, but said nothing as you waited for Draco to arrive. It didn't take long and when he did enter the room you didn't even glance up at him.

"I suppose that won't be needed today." Draco had moved to pick up a cauldron but Snape interrupted him. "We don't want the class to blow up just yet."

You were expecting a laughter, a chuckle, but it never came. Draco sat down next to you and took out his own book.

"I have more important matters to attend now. By the end of the week, I expect you to actually learn something, Miss Y/l/n, or detention will be the last one of your problems." and with that he stormed off, his usual black robes swinging behind him.

"I didn't mean to laugh yesterday, just so you know." there was almost a hint of remorse in his voice, but you knew better than to trust whatever came out of his mouth.

"I don't care."

"Are you always this sour? I was apologizing to you." the usual contempt came back.

"Are you expecting me to be happy about this situation? Oh my! My dream of being tutored by Hogwarts' most arrogant twat has finally come true!"

"Do you think i asked for this? We are in the same circumstances!"

"You can walk out of that stupid door whenever you like, i can't!"

"Just because i'm smart enough to know how to brew a bloody potion doesn't mean i don't have to stay here!"

Your cheeks were burning with anger and after his last comment with embarrassment too. You returned your angry gaze towards the book sitting in front of you.

"Where are we starting then?"

"I didn't-"

"Where are we starting?" your tone was firm even though in your head all you wanted to do was collapse on your bed forever.

"Which one have you had the most difficulty with?"

"Every one. Every. Single. One." you replied through gritted teeth, angrier than before.

"I'm just trying to help you but i can't do it if you don't cooperate!"

You closed your book shut and shoved it inside your bag, slinging it across your shoulder and striding out of the classroom.

"Where the hell do you think you're going? You can't go out!"

"Thanks for the information, Mr Obvious."

You knew you would have been in great trouble with Snape but you couldn't bare Draco Malfoy for another minute, not like that.

You considered just telling Snape you couldn't do it, that you would have preferred to fail than have him tutor you, but knowing Snape, he was already aware of that and assigned you Draco Malfoy exactly because you couldn't stand him.

"Miss Y/l/n, Mr Malfoy here has told me you made great progress yesterday and I expect the same thing today. I give you permission to make practical work but i want everything in order when i get back. Can i trust you on that, Mr Malfoy?"

He nodded firmly while you still tried to figure out how in the world the conversation you just witnessed could have happened and Snape left you and Draco alone.

"Well, we better get to work and get that progress done or else we're both doomed." he waved you over impatiently but you were still staring at him, brows furrowed as you tried to understand his logic.

"What game are you playing, Malfoy?"

"Do you really think Snape would have appreciated it if i told him you decided to ditch detention?" he asked raising his eyebrows at you. "Oh, don't flatter yourself, i didn't do it for you. Come here."

You sat down at the table, still suspicious, and started to skim over the pages.

"Amortentia."

"What?"

"That's the one that made Snape almost blow up."

"How did you manage to make an Amortentia explode?! That's impossible!" he exclaimed while laughing, but there was no superiority in his tone this time.

"Not for me apparently..."

Draco stopped laughing and the two of you began studying.

He was actually more bearable than expected, still a little vexing, but you finally began understanding Potions. Suddenly, those concepts that you thought you could never grasp became completely comprehensible.

And his personality was a surprise too: you and him actually talked together, without any sort of malice.

"Do you think you're ready to brew it?" asked a slightly smiling Draco as he looked up at you from his book. He wasn't the obnoxious asshole you thought. Well, he was, but not entirely.

The two of you were relatively nearer than you were before due to the fact that he had come closer to read with you and explain carefully every single passage. You were so close you could feel his warmth. You were so close you could see that there was a light tinge of blue in his otherwise grey eyes, making them appear almost silvery.

"I suppose we can try..."

He stood up to gather all the materials you'd need and you did the same to collect the ingredients, making sure you picked the right ones, reading carefully the notes you had just taken.

He set everything on the table and looked at you, waiting. You placed the ingredients and looked at him, waiting.

"Well?" he asked, crossing his arms in front of him. "We don't have all day, you know."

"I have to do it?!"

"Yes? I already know how to do it." he replied, chuckling lightly.

"Because you're smart enough to do it?" you asked raising your eyebrow playfully. His smile faded slightly but you quickly changed the topic. "It'd be better if i just watched you do it, don't you think so?"

"I'll be here all the time and believe me, i do not intend on visiting the hospital wing because of second degree burns." you sighed softly and filled the cauldron with potioning water, setting it on a low flame.

You began adding peppermint flower heads, neatly pestled, and peppermint leaves under the watchful gaze of the blond boy.

You went on slowly with every passage, looking up at him from time to time only to receive an approving nod until the bell rang and you had finished.

"We'll have to leave it here overnight and stir it every day. It should be ready in a week or so..."

"So it's ok? It's a potion and not a potential weapon?" you asked gleefully.

"It should be once done, if you've done it correctly." he raised his eyebrow defiantly and you smirked, gathering your things and getting ready to leave the classroom.

"Are you sure it's the fifth time i stirred it?"

"Positive, just two more and we can work on another one."

Working with Draco was incredibly easier: he wasn't as strict as Snape and he was by far more enjoyable now that he didn't act like a prick. You could even say you were becoming friends.

In these few days with him, you learned more about potions than you had ever had in years and years with Snape. You were able to recognize the different ingredients just by looking at them and remembered all the passages clearly. You learned an awful lot about your tutor too: his interests, his friends, his family and the meaning behind his name, which was as fascinating as the boy that bore it.

It was now the thirteenth day of detention, which meant that the brewing time had passed and that the potion was most likely ready.

You felt slightly uneasy at the prospect of uncovering your Amortentia and discovering whether or not what you had learned was effectively correct. Nevertheless you made your way to the Potions classroom after the lessons like every other day.

Snape wasn't present: he would have tested you at the end of your three weeks detention, but you still felt nervous at the thought of disappointing Draco. He had helped you immensely and it would have been highly dismaying for him if you hadn't been able to brew an Amortentia after all his teachings.

Still, you pushed those thoughts aside and joined Draco, who was already in the classroom. His face lit up when he saw you and stepped closer, but stopped himself from hugging you.

"Are you ready to see whether you made a potion or a bomb?" he asked playfully, successfully breaking the tension.

"You're hilarious, really. You know that, blondie?"

"I've been told. Come on... princess." he added the last word with a smug smirk displayed on his face and you couldn't help but roll your eyes.

"Finally asserting my superiority, are you?"

"You wish."

He set the cauldron on your usual desk and stared at you, signaling for you to uncover it. You took a deep breath and removed the cloth that was shielding it, revealing a smooth liquid with a mother-of-pearl sheen. Spiraling fumes started rising from it and you quickly covered it with the cloth once more.

"What are you doing?" Draco asked, confused by your reaction.

"It's fuming. It's not a good sign in my experience." he giggled slightly and took the cloth from your hands, brushing them in the action.

"It's supposed to be like this, in fact, i think you just brewed a perfect Amortentia."

He removed the cloth once more and at his words pride took over your features.

"Smell it, it's different for-"

"It's different for everyone, i studied." you eyed him proudly and inched closer to the exhalations emitted by the draught.

"So? What is it?" he asked impatiently and you smiled widely at his eagerness.

"Mint... something similar to shoe polish i think... and honey..." you looked up at him, his eyes never once leaving yours. "Your turn."

He leaned in, placing his face closer to the brim of the cauldron and inspired deeply.

His eyes met yours again.

"Tell me, what are you smelling?"

You had moved closer to him, itching to know what he most desired. The distance separating the two of you almost inexistent.

"I told you, you have to-"

He cut you off by grasping your face in his hands and connecting your lips together. You melted in his touch but something inside you made you pull away.

"What are you doing?"

He looked at you with panic in his eyes and started to back away. You tried to grab his arms but he receded even more.

"I'm sorry."

And he ran out of the classroom, leaving you alone with one question: why did you pull away?

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Latest Lesson Feelings

If you aren't caught up and don't want spoiled, don't look, scroll away!

Did anyone else feel cheated during the whole Satan runs away chapter?

I know we already had a chapter dealing with Satan and his insecurities and whatnot but I felt so wronged when they had MC just randomly summon Lucifer to rhe human world, like its nothing. And had them work it out themselves. I get that it's not healthy to always rely on MC for therapy, I just felt like there was another way to set it up and end it than that.

Demon summoning was hyped up for many lessons to be this hard af spell to do. Solomon has preached about how he has no doubt MC can do it, but there's a LOT of fundamentals to learn first. That was just a season ago. This season starts off with MC just learning teleportation magic?

Mc hasn't even mastered teleportation across worlds with multiple people,(can manage 2 near the target, but 3 across worlds takes them a few times and wears wears them down).

Yet just the next day they can summon Lucifer as if they've been doing it all along?

Like Beel before him, I think Satan running off to the human world should have had a link back to his feelings for MC and the insecurities he was dealing about about being so busy.

The fight with Lucifer should have only been a straw the broke the camels back kinda thing. Lucifer doesn't seem to be having any issues with MC not having as much time for him. Probably because he's so annoyingly perfect. Why was it bothering him so much? Then when Lucifer compared the twos work ethic, tap into his insecurities as a person.

It never should have been fully about Satan and Lucifer's relationship. We've seen them hash it out time and time again. Satan needs to a grow a little in that category and develop problems aside from cats and Lucifer.

He came to the human world partly to get away from Lucifer, but partly because he wanted to feel closer to MC and since they're human--why not go to the human world? They'd come back to it eventually right? They won't be so busy with Diavolo, his brothers or RAD work then.

Then they'd have no choice but to be with him, cause they couldn't summon any of the others to bring him home or butt in on their time together. He could prove to be better than Lucifer.

I think talking with MC should have helped Satan work through his own hangups about their relationship, their relationship with Lucifer and realize that MC will always love him, not as reflection or piece of lucifer, but Satan himself.

Weve seen Lucifer and Satan work their shit out before. With the body swap we saw it in the video game where Lucifer protected him and made a point of referring to him as his younger brother. At the end, we see Lucifer admit that when it comes to work at RAD, he never has to worry about Satan's work. That it's on par with his own, and he reliable. Also, we had a scene where Lucifer points out all the ways they were different, "you like to read, I prefer music. Your favorite animals are cats while I like dogs." Etc.

The reasoning behind it was weaksauce compared to Beelzebub's moment on the kitchen when he's hovering and pestering about the food. Seeing MC make food food Mammon at his request made him upset and realize they hadn't been spending much time together and was touched when he found out MC went out of their way to buy him food to make for dinner. It was sweet, it was a tender moment and well thought out for his character.

I feel like, and it coulda been handled better for Satan and I hope they do better for the other boys. Even if they kept the shenanigans with the potion, it could have been a fear of his that MC will leave him unless he changes himself, rather than....whatever the excuse was to make him absolutely bland af and somehow be more like Lucifer??

Also, anyone else had hoped MC woulda splashed something on Raphel at the end of the lesson? Like...holy fuck my dude....

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The Ultimate Sacrifice

Or the second chance?

Supernatural meta. Meta spec. TFW meta. 15x15 spoiler.

Hello everyone! I'm gonna try to convey here this episode.

If you want to read the Destiel meta, you can find it here.

Cas and Jack, angels are watching over us

Cas and Jack faced the lowest of humanity in this episode. Castiel repeated one learned lesson from the Winchesters when he recalled that quote "Humans can be the worst monsters".

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But coming around a shelter, in which innocent people just was looking for help and being listened, and also, searching his faith, was the way Davey Perez wanted to show us hope.

Castiel and Jack saved those people's day, and making miracles healing them, and facing their own selves.

The weight of the dialogues were very significative, and we had Jack learning in the process.

The murderer said "Put your faith on God, not in people." Is a voice that talks from the despair and anger.

She was the one making justice with her own hand, but becoming a killer in the process.

Another deep quote was said by the Pastor: A saint is a sinner that keeps trying. That's what we call hope.

At the beginning of the episode, there was a homeless, dirty woman, waiting for her food in the shelter, and the Pastor stopped the first victim from taking her out. He said they have spirit and mercy.

Jack asked the Pastor for an advice, the Nougat boy wanted to know the recipe to reunite so many different people with different thoughts and religion under the same roof. That's God's work, basically, and I think Jack will be the one with that mission.

We had also Castiel's confession, and it was beautiful. He showed us in his speech how much he had changed and how much he had grown up. He recalled his old self, like someone with blind faith, just following orders. He described how he had been lost, without any hopes or propose. Then he mentioned a wonderful person that changed that. (He didn't said Dean, but we all know Dean was the one that cause the angel to take the decision of his life). But he continued, and that person had been the one that brought back his faith (this is Jack), he became a father (thanks to Jack). So he made a journey around his own life, and the persons that changed him. But it caught my attention that when the Pastor discovered he was an angel, Cas said he wasn't a very good one, like, he still feeling bad with himself. And that's not good. We know Cas takes bad decision when he is depressed...

But, at the end of his speech, Castiel indirectly says, his faith is on Jack too, just like Dean and Sam professed in the previous episode.

Jack is the balance, and he doesn't have to fight alone.

Another interesting thing related with previous episode was Cas saying Jack doesn't have to fight alone. And the kid immediately changed his facial expression, because the real plan is he dying and killing Chuck and Amara. The ultimate sacrifice for humanity (Just like Jesus Christ). And if you remember in 15x14, we had the second chance, with Dean pressing the reset button with a hammer, justice. And I said, Jack won't be alone in his fight against Chuck, Dean will help, they will have a second chance. So, is very probable they come out with a second plan, against Death whishes, of course.

When Dean and Sam talk with Amara, the Darkness named the meaning of the balance: they're twins, one is the CREATION and the other is the DESTRUCTION, and if you recall my meta about Hindi God's, Jack is related with Shiva (who had a snake in his neck) and Shiva is the god that destroys the world and rebuilds it, making all things new. So Jack/Shiva is the balance. Because he can do both. He is also the Light (archangel) and the darkness (son of Lucifer). So, who else?

Human Sin, Divine Justice

Dean confessed to Amara he was furious with Chuck and all the cosmic creatures playing their games and playing with their lives, and that's what made Amara to think about helping them.

Also because he said : I WOULD NEVER HURT YOU, which is truth, because he will wait Jack would kill her, but...

This episode talked about ANGER too.

The disturbed girl was willing to kill each member of the church she considered was commiting an unforgivable sin. Taking god's justice in her hands, she meticulously prepared the torture for their victims.

The sins are not the capital sins, but are linked to Chuck and the boys.

LIAR-GREED-LUST-ANGER-LACK OF FAITH

They could be seen as sins against the Saint Spirit, is christianity, but there's a lot of more.

The number 3 was important in this episode too, it represents GOD and perfection, and the search of it, as a propose for those who want to be saints.

The girl said her mother died 3 years ago, and then she gave her victims three hour between finger and finger cut.

She played to be God here, and is a reflection of the cosmic creatures playing with humans, expressed by Dean in his meeting with Amara. The cause of his anger.

It showed the lowest and darkness of humanity, but we also had Castiel and Jack saving them, and Castiel healing them. Like the light that shines in the middle of the dark. There's hopes, my friend.

Note: And what about this Zak demon and the whole new rules in hell? And why he took the killer at the end of the episode? That's the way demons harvest souls now? Everyone needs to go to where they belong??? Mmmmmh. I'm getting crazy ideas here...

But I have to stop.

To Conclude:

This was a deep episode, in which we faced the darkness of humanity, and the Darkness itself hehehe.

There's hints that shows the plan they have is not gonna be the one that succeed.

They will have a second chance in which Dean will be protagonist.

Jack is the balance and could replace not just Chuck but Amara too.

It was very interesting the way Amara and Dean brought back Mary Winchester, she came to make Dean grow up, to mourn about her childhood mother, as I said a lot of times in my metas from season 14. And it was necessary Amara to point this to him, because that wound is still open. So, the acknowledgement of that will mean to Dean to finally face himself, his truth, his fears. He needs to eat his vegetables, as Mrs. Butters said.

Hope you enjoy this mess! See you in the next episode!

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Buenos Aires, October 16th 2020, 1:33 AM

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Querenica

(Spanish) A place where one's strength is drawn, where one feels at home; The place where you are your most authentic self.

Soo first time writing in a long time (Like since 2013? 2014? My poor tween self). Open to critiques. Just wanna do some angst and a little fluff because ya know. We love crying 🥰

MIRIO TOGATA X F!READER

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"MIRIO!"

"FORGET ABOUT ME! GET ERI OUT OF HERE!"

"I WONT LEAVE YOU DAMMIT! WE PROMISED TO DO THIS TOGETHER"

"I KNOW, BUT THIS IS BIGGER NOW. PLEASE (Y/N) JUST GET HER OUT!"

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° You could still remember the day perfectly as if it was yesterday. The day everything had shifted, turning your world upside down as you could barely wrap your head around the new surroundings and emotions that flew by as you gazed up at the new school. Well, one could only feel so much at the ripe age of eight.

"Are you ready to venture inside?" Your mother, (M/N) asked with a smile, squating down beside you as your small hands clenched at your (F/C) skirt, not able to maintain eye contact. "(Y/N)? It'll be okay, you'll get to make new friends and learn more interesting facts about your favorite subjects," (M/N) tried to put you at ease but there was only so much you can do for a child whose natural, shy nature made it difficult for new transitions and surroundings.

You tried to relax your hands but failed as you gazed up your mother, (E/C) eyes a shade darker than yours staring back warmly, "But won't the other kids make fun of me? My quirks not very show worthy..Maybe we can try again next year?" You had pleaded hopefully, not wanting to leave the comfort of your home without your Mother. (M/N) could only sigh, running a hand softly through your (H/C) tresses, "I'm sorry my sweet girl, Mommy can't homeschool you anymore, I know it'll be strange since it's half way through the first of the year but you'll see," she smiled wide at you, and you couldn't help but smile back too, gaining confidence from her that made your heart warm so much that the flowers of purple and blue next to you sprung to life and bloomed. "Even the flowers agree too," (M/N) laughed as your face turned a soft pink from embarrassment, still not having full control over your quirk. Grabbing your hand softly, your mother stood up tall and gently led you inside, the new adventure waiting for you beyond the doors.

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"Alright! Everyone settle down we have a new student joining us, come on in" The teacher announced, glancing toward the doorway where you stood frozen, heart racing at the thought of having to introduce yourself now an overwhelming feeling. 'Maybe if I run I can catch Mom?' You thought, but thinking back to her warm eyes and smile, you swallowed and walked in, looking down and trying to ignore the dozens of eyes staring at you. "Introduce yourself my dear," The teacher smiled at you, hoping to ease your anxiousness.

Finally gaining the confidence to look up, you looked around warily at the new faces. Some looking interested, others bored, a few who seemed a mixture of both depending on your introduction. "H-Hello there..My name is (L/N) (F/N), I hope we get along," you'd manage to squeak out, hands tense at your side as you bowed, looking back up as some people gushed over your now pink face. "How cute~!" "She's so flustered!" "Her hair is so pretty~! "Wonder what her quirk is?" Were a few you heard right away, making you smile nervously as your hands found your skirt again. "Calm down everyone, (L/N) you may take your seat in front of Mirio, Mirio raise your hand," a boy with bright blonde hair, stunning blue eyes and a warm smile greeted you as you made your way to your seat.

Nodding your head in thanks, you sat down and got out your flower covered notebook and sunflower pencil, beginning to take notes as the lesson began. A warm feeling creeping over your back, turning slightly to see the boy, Mirio, smiling at you with an inquiry gaze, head in his hands as he leaned in close. Flustering again, you quickly turned around hoping to have not been caught, but the same couldn't be said for the boy behind you, whose interest in you seemed to just grow more.

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Outside break time seemed to come so fast yet so slow as you walked around, finding shade beneath a tree as you breathed in the fresh air, your body seeming to glow around you as the plants nearby leaned toward you, almost as if you were the sun itself. It was so peaceful and relaxing, true harmony as you let a smile grace your features. If only it could stay like this-

"HEY THERE!" A sudden voice cut through the air as you jumped, screaming in shock and falling backwards into the tree. "Oh gosh I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to frighten you, honest!" Opening your eyes, you glanced up to see Mirio, the boy from class in front of your with a smile still gracing his features. "(L/N) right? I'm Mirio Togata! Nice to meet you," he kept his smile up, holding a hand out to you to help you up. Accepting his hand, you stood up, trying to look around anywhere but him as your nerves came back again for the thousandth time.

"Uh, you alright there? Didn't knock any screws loose I hope?" He laughed, leaning in closer to you. The warmth that glowed from him seemed to rival the sun, and you couldn't ignore it any longer as you looked up at him, a small smile now reaching your face too. "He-Hello, it's nice to meet you too," your smile glowed back at him, just as radiant as his is.

"Hey I got a question for ya. Do you like Heros?" Mirio asked straightforward, wanting to get to know you better right of the bat. The question took you by surprise because, yes, you didn't just like Heros, you loved them. You simply nodded, nerves relaxing a little as a breeze blowed by. "Awesome! Say, you've gotta come meet my friends, we can talk about Heros until we go back inside! Oh, maybe we can even continue at lunch! If you wanna sit with us that is, maybe even after school. Wait you might be busy," he rambled off, suddenly excited it appeared to have a new friend.

You couldn't help the laugh that escaped you, your hand coming up to block your mouth to stop yourself since you didn't wanna come off as rude. "Sorry, got carried away a bit huh?" Mirio laughed, rubbing the back of his neck as his non wavering smile kept to his face. "It's okay, I don't mind," you answered back, (E/C) eyes meeting Mirios blue ones as you stared, perhaps longer than you should've.

The bell from the school filled the air, causing you to jump, the grass beneath your feet suddenly growing and towering over you and Mirio. "WOAH!" Mirio exclaimed, surprised at the sudden growth spurt of the grass. He looked at you with wide eyes, wondering if this was your quirks doing. It only made sense, seeing as how it was just you two around.

You blushed, hands to your skirt again as you looked down embarrassed. "Sorry, my quirk goes off if I have a sudden spike of emotion sometimes," you explained, glancing up at Mirio who could only grin at you wide eyed, "THATS SO COOL! Can you only manipulate grass? Or is it all nature? Just plants? You've gotta tell me more," he gushed, his hands clenched into fists, excitement pouring out of him.

You'd never seen someone so intrigued by your quirk before outside of your family. It caused a warm feeling in your stomach and chest, slowly pouring out into the rest of your body as you and Mirio exited the tall grass, now able to see the school yard and other kids who were walking inside to resume lessons.

"So what is your quirk? If you don't mind me asking," Mirio inquired, hands on hips and his warm smile on display as always. "I don't mind, uh to put it simply it's just a nature quirk, I-I can control any of plants around me, especially flowers. I really like flowers," you gushed back towards the end, a bright light in your eyes and a beautiful smile dawning your lips as you looked over to Mirio who could only gleam back too. "Thats so cool! You could definitely become an amazing Hero with that!" "Really?" "Definitely, come on let's go, you gotta meet my friend Tamaki Amajiki, he'll be so excited to meet you!" Mirio grabbed your hand and ran off back to the school, you dragging behind him and noticing how the sun bounced off him as if he were the sun itself. A smile rested upon your face as the warmth continued to spread across your body. In a way, it almost felt, Homey.

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"Hey Mirio?"

"Yeah (Y/N) what's up?"

"Can you promise me that we'll work together as Heros? I don't know what I'd do without you, Tamaki or Nejire,"

Mirio couldn't help but laugh at you, your young, first year of high school face becoming pink as you gazed upon your long time friend and crush. "Of course we'll work together! I couldn't think of anyone more fitting to be my Hero Partner," he posed, a big grin plastered on his face as he looked at you, both of you standing just outside the U.A gates.

"S-So you promise? Anything we do, we do together right? As a team?" You gushed, leaning in towards Mirio who nodded, "Always (Y/N) now come on, the guys won't wait for much longer. We gotta go.." he trailed off, leaning towards you to finish his call out. "Plus Ultra?" You laughed, "No! We gotta go fast! Seriously we gotta go, the train is due to to leave in ten minutes!" He realized, grabbing your hand and rushing off, the same warmth erupting through you again as your hands meet. You sighed contently, nothing could ruin this moment.

Until, we return to the present that is...

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"MIRIO!"

"FORGET ABOUT ME! GET ERI OUT OF HERE!"

"I WONT LEAVE YOU DAMMIT! WE PROMISED TO DO THIS TOGETHER!"

"I KNOW, BUT THIS IS BIGGER NOW! PLEASE (Y/N) JUST GET HER OUT!"

You could barely breathe as you stared at Mirio, his costume torn, his cape draped over Eri who couldn't even move she was so terrified. The blood from Mirio caused your heart to clench at the mere thought of him in pain.

"I WONT LEAVE YOU," You shouted back, leaping from the ledge and landing next to Eri who had tears flowing down her cheeks as she could only stare in fear and uncertainty to both of those who had hurt her and came to help her.

"Oh? A new player has come to join hm?" Chisaki Kai muttered, eyes roaming over your body as you shielded Eri from gaze, Mirio a few feet ahead and breathing heavily. "Ya know I would say if you weren't diseased you'd be very attractive, possibly worth studying with that quirk of yours, Antheia, but you must be cleansed," Chisaki muttered, hands on the ground again as he disassembled and reassembled at a mass rate, you grabbing Eri and dodging as Mirio tried his best to handle Chisaki, his quirk now gone unknown to you.

"Mirio! I'll fight, you take care of Eri," you cried out, nearing Mirio who both dodged and protected you and Eri. "As long as he threatens you, I'll fight," Mirio gritted his teeth, fed up with Chisaki and his twisted ways. Reaching into your pouch, you pulled out a few lavender seeds, throwing them out and activating your quirk, allowing the seeds to grow and blossom, their scent extra powerful to make those around fall asleep. Hoping to get it to Chisaki, you grabbed Mirio at the last second, hand sinched around his hand as you pulled him back a few feet, away from Chisaki who could only chuckle, "nice try, but not good enough," as he assembled a spike behind you, Mirio noticing last second and throwing his body weight to the side, causing your still clasped hands to swing you around, dodging it with Eri still wrapped in your arms, shaking.

Mirio could barely stand, nearly collapsing against you but tried to stay strong. 'I can't back down, not yet. Not until this disgusting man is down and out. I have to protect them,' Mirio thought, adrenaline running high as he glanced at you.

You were a warm becon that filled his life, he's never felt more real, more natural around anyone else but you. You make him want to be better, you make him want to push himself to be himself and no one else. The best he can be. Yet you're standing here, wanting to stand beside him like you've always done, but how can he let you do that knowing you can cost your life too. He wants to be selfish, hide you away from everyone so you won't get hurt. He knows what you're capable of, the power you hide from everyone not wanting to draw attention. Power you've only shown around him through trust and respect outside of school and training. Nows the time to show it to the world.

"(Y/N)" Mirio mumbled next to you, making you glance at him yet still wary of Chisaki. "Deku and Sir should be here soon, lets show Chisaki what we're made of until they get here," he grinned, the stupid grin of his that made tears well up your (E/C) eyes as you nodded, gently placing Eri down behind you, sending her a sweet and strong smile of your own.

What seemed to drag on for hours was only mere minutes of you and Mirio throwing blow after blow and receiving blow after blow from Chisaki. As long as he didn't get Eri you'd be fine. Even as blood dripped down your temple from where you were slammed down and your vision blurred, your only goal was to keep Eri and Mirio safe. Just as Mirios was to keep you and Eri safe.

The next few minutes seemed to blur, between Midoriya and Sir showing up. Your body trying to give out into Sirs hug, the last real hug you never knew you'd ever get from him. The memories blurring as you and Mirio trudged out with Eri in tow. Before you could register what happened, your body dropped to the ground, Eri and Mirios faces of concern being the last you see before darkness consumes.

~~~

Images blur together as you come out of unconsciousness. The strong scent of disinfectant spray and rubbing alcohol makes its way to you, the smell both welcoming and alarming. Opening your eyes you notice Aizawa-Sensei by the door, you slowing attempting to sit up as he walks in, "Aizawa- Sensei! What's going on? Where's Mirio? Eri? Is everyone alright," you gushed out, head suddenly pounding, causing you to groan and grab your head. "Take it easy (L/N), it's alright. You're safe, everyone's safe now," he calmed you down, your head still pounding as you nodded with the new information. "So then, Midoriya, Sir Nighteye, they got Chisaki? Are they recovering from their wounds too?" You asked, looking up at him with (E/C) eyes showing hope that everything can now return to normal once everyone's healed. Yet, as Aizawa looks else where you can't help but ask, "What's wrong? Everyone is okay right?" The words that come out of his mouth next has you up, IVs ripped out as you ran out the room, Aizawa chasing after you.

~~~

Heart pounding in your head, you turn a corner, tripping over your feet sending you tumbling to the ground. Yet you got back up and kept running, catching a green haired boy, also known as Izumi Midoriya, by surprise as you ran up. "Midoriya! Please tell me its not true," you cry, tears welling up as you clench his hands.

He could only stare back at you, his own tears glimmering into his lash line too. "I'm so sorry (L/N)-Senpai, but..S-Sir Nighteye is...is," he couldn't finish the sentence, choking back a sob as your tears run down your face. Letting go of his hands you bring yours to your face, hoping to cover up your pitiful sobs that seem to echo the now quiet hallway. "W-Wheres Mirio?" You choked out, Aizawa now caught up with you. His hand softly grabs your shoulder, curling his arm and bringing you into his chest. He may not be a very affectionate man, but you were one of his more favorite students. Seeing you like this broke his heart. "Lets go this way (L/N). It'll be okay," he mumbled into your hair as he gave your shoulder a squeeze, leading you down the hallway away from Midoriya who was now joined by All Might.

Midoriya and All Might could only stare in sadness as they watched one of the Top 4 students of UA break down. First Mirio as he witnessed Sir Nighteyes passing in person, and now you as you woke up too late to say goodbye and having to realize that you'll never get the chance like they did.

~~~

Aizawa knocked on the hospital door, a silence followed for a few seconds before a soft "Come in," was heard from inside. Opening the door Aizawa saw Mirio sitting on his hospital bed, a smile plastered to his face. "Whats up Eraserhead?" He questioned, almost as if his whole life didn't go up in flames merely 12 hours ago. "Mirio, are you up for a visitor? This person could really use your help right now," Aizawa inquired, hoping that you two could heal eachother like you always seemed to do.

"Sure, who is it?" Mirio asked, head tilt. Aizawa didn't answer, merely turning his head to the doorway where you stood, hospital gown and all. Your eyes red from tears that had slowed down but still hadn't stopped yet.

Mirios face grew concerned, he stood up the best he could and hobbled over to you. Resching his hands out he pulled you into his chest. Your heart breaking all over again as you sobbed into his chest, Mirio tightening his arms around you. Aizawa simply nodded and left, shutting the door behind him.

"It'll be alright, (Y/N). We'll be okay, I promise," Mirio whispered in your ear, your sobs into his chest becoming quiet as he soothed you. "Sir Njghteye deserved so much more," you whimpered out, looking up at Mirio with glossy eyes that pulled at his heart strings. "I know, but we'll get better from here on out," he smiled, his voice soft instead of its usual loud and booming self. "Why are you holding it in Mirio?" You questioned, seeing right through his facade as he tensed. "I've cried my tears, you can let yours out with me it's alright," he promised, yet you could see the guilt, remorse, hurt and pain swirling inside.

You guided him over to the bed, sitting down with him as you took his hands into yours. "You may have cried but that doesn't mean you healed that quick, Mirio," you softly spoke, hand reaching up to graze his cheek softly and cup it. He could only watch mesmerized by your beauty as the morning sun beamed through the window, giving you an even more Homely glow than before. "You can fool them Mirio, but not me,"

His eyes suddenly had a pressure upon them and he couldn't help but clench his fists and eyes in anger and distrsught as he yelled out suddenly in a sob. The grief of not being strong enough to save Sir hitting him at once. The pain of knowing he lost his quirk surrounding his body, becoming heavy. The sudden empty feeling of knowing all those years were sudden lost in a sea and he was drowning.

Your hand caught him by surprise as he looked up, your smile soft and glowing, yet also full of sadness. "Don't hold it up inside. We can face it together," You spoke, his body suddenly tackling you down onto the bed as you gasped, cheeks a soft pink. As he shook, quiet tears pouring down his face he whimpered to you, "(Y/N)..Thank you...Thank you for letting me show my true feelings with you,"

You smiled, hands running through his hair. A soft kiss was placed upon his forehead as he looked up shocked, yet you could only giggle at his pink face. "I know it's not the time, but maybe in a while you'll let me voice my true self too?" You questioned, knowing that the boy healing could maybe have something to be the light at the end of his tunnel. His smile, warm and Homey filled the room again, this time authentic through and through. "Only if you let me voice mine too,"

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Okay sooo. What did yall think? Yes, no? Maybe so? It's been years since I've written anything to please be nice with the critiques 😭🥰 Also can I just say that Mirio is Daddy-O? Like oh my gooddnneesssssss. Also Antheia is Greek for Flower or Blossom so that was your hero name.

[oftenderweapons]

Stress Reliever  - Namjoon

Pairing: Namjoon x reader (nicknamed Vixen)

Wordcount: 3.9k words

Genre: smut, angst, fluff

Rating: 18+

Hello! As I mentioned in a previous post, I’ll be publishing longer scenarios which could actually be considered small one-shots. The first theme will be stress-relieving/angry sex (’cause let’s admit it, that’s one great way to blow off some steam and ease some tension) 

I’ll be following the official order, so I’ll start with Namu uwu. 

I don’t really think I need to say this is smut, and filth and an unedited mess. Let’s just move on to trigger warnings. 

TRIGGER WARNINGS: swearing; unprotected sex within an established relationship (wrap it before you tap it, and please get checked for STIs regularly) lingerie kink, DADDY kink (like, how could I not) plus Joon is fucking packed and we all fucking know it, dirty language, allusions to cheating (but like, not really, how could one possibly cheat on daddy big dick Joon? Ha, not me), spanking, ddlg/bdsm dynamics, brat!reader, oral (female receiving, mentions of male receiving), peaches and cream (don’t look at me like that, how could I NOT do this) marking, biting, overstimulation and ruined orgasm (listen, daddy makes the rules, it’s not my fault, next time be less of a brat), cumplay, mild angst (lack of attention, abandonement issues). RIP to y/n’s deceased La Perla set. I suppose this is all? This is quite pwp, but not really. About 3900 words.

Also, here you can find my masterlist. Enjoy!

Your day had been phenomenal, your boss had complimented you and assigned you a new office as you joined your new team. You had celebrated going out for lunch with your new colleagues, getting to understand the dynamics and roles within the groups. Since you were given a free afternoon to receive a general briefing and celebrate your promotion you went off work earlier than usual, deciding to get yourself a nice new dress and some celebratory lingerie, all Italian lace and silken bows.

But your mood was sour. Namjoon didn't even bother reading your text, ignoring you all day, which normally would not bother you, but considering how hard you had been working for that promotion and how tired you were, but most importantly considering he knew how much it mattered to you, it really upset you. And you were meaning to make him pay for it. 

As you arrived at home you started getting ready, you bathed and did a face mask, hair all pretty and soft, fixed your nails. You felt gorgeous. Gorgeous and furious. Which was normally a very entertaining combination when you added Namjoon, who was currently absent without justification. He should have arrived home twenty minutes ago. 

When he finally came through the front door, you were lounging annoyed on the sofa. 

"Hi." 

You did not answer. And he didn't even notice, nor look at you. 

He went straight to the bedroom, got rid of his clothes and wore something comfy, going straight to the kitchen. 

"No dinner?" He asked. 

"I'm going out." He looked up to where you were sitting, a little baffled. 

"And no dinner?" 

"I called at the Garden, booked a table for two at nine. You could get ready in fifteen. It's on me."

His forehead creased. "I'm a bit tired."

You raised a brow. "I'm going out anyway." 

He huffed out. "Okay. Let me wear something decent."

Five minutes later he headed out, in jeans and a white shirt. He looked completely insane, the sleeves slightly rolled up, his hair pushed back. "Am I okay?" 

"You look divine." You were too turned on to deny him a compliment. "I'm sorry I made you dress up. I really wanna destress." 

His half tired look in his eyes had disappeared, probably thank to the brief shower he had taken. "It's good, baby."

You headed to the restaurant, his hand perched on your knee during the drive, his head heavy on your shoulder. He still hadn't mentioned your promotion. 

A nice waiter welcomed the two of you, he must have been new, considering you had never seen him before and you and Joon were pretty much two regulars there. 

He accompanied the two of you to the table, your hand reaching for your man, while he looked absolutely lost, completely disconnected from you. Even at the table you tried to spark a conversation but he was entirely unresponsive, only mentioning that he had been working on his new collaboration and he had been late because he had to meet the singer. The fact that it was a woman low-key triggered you. It's not like you were jealous, or maybe you were, but jealousy was a feeling you had felt before and you had always had the self control not to act upon it. However, mixing that mild jealousy with the disappointment of him not acknowledging your promotion and your special effort for your looks, together with his detached demeanour had you starting something you never thought you would have the guts to do. 

You started being excessively polite -- borderline saccharine -- to the cute waiter, asking for his name and behaving in an almost too friendly way, offering him nice smiles and sugary 'thank you's. 

Not that Namjoon seemed to notice. 

You were getting half an idea to gently grab the waiter's wrist and write your phone number on his forearm just to see what your boyfriend would do. 

By the time you finished your main course and got ready to close your meal with dessert, you were so upset you gave up on your usual tiramisu, telling Geonwu -- the waiter -- to hand you the bill. Namjoon seemed to get out of his bubble for a second, as you turned down the dessert, suddenly triggered by your strange change of habit. He must have really upset you, he thought as you gave the waiter your card and waited for the payment to be processed. 

A few minutes later you entered your apartment, kicking your shoes and heading for the bedroom. You hoped he would trip over your discarded shoes. Damn him. 

In front of the mirror in your ensuite, you started taking off your makeup, slowly undoing your hair. You hated him. 

He reached the bedroom too, standing in the door between your room and the bathroom, looking at you through the mirror. 

"I know what you were trying to do at dinner." He crossed his arms. "I don't like it at all." 

"I wouldn't have done it if you had payed attention to me." You took off your earrings and your watch. The necklace he had given you for your first anniversary. "But you were… Busy."

"So you wanted me to pay attention." He came up behind you, pressing himself against your backside. "Sorry thing I already knew you would land that promotion." He kissed your neck, slowly starting to unbutton the mother pearl buttons on your silk camisole. "So I thought I could keep you on edge and make you snap at me, make you so angry you would finally take all that tension off on me."

You held your breath as he nibbled at your neck. "And I know you were trying to rile me up and make me jealous just to get me to fuck you like crazy, uh?" 

He finished with the buttons and untucked your shirt, discovering the black lace corset underneath. 

"Was this part of the plan, little vixen?" He toyed with the strings of the undergarment, his sex now hard against your back. 

You nodded eagerly. 

"Then bend the fuck over cause Imma teach you a lesson." He lifted up your pencil skirt. "These are new, aren't they?" He said teasing the fabric. 

"Yes, daddy. I bought them for you." You just wanted him to snap, hoping that your submission would spark up his dominance. 

You saw a shiver ran down his spine. "So kind, but you didn't bend over yet. And this won't save you from your punishment." He said, pressing a heavy hand between your wing blades and pushing you down. "You know daddy likes giving you attention, so why didn't you ask?" 

"I didn't want to bother you, daddy." You already felt a whine in your voice, a petulant, bratty tone emerging. 

“I still don't get whether I should treat you like the brat you are or like the good girl you’re desperately trying to be.” Suddenly you felt the heavy smack of him delivering the first hit. You moaned out in relief and arousal. “You better keep quiet. You kept quiet while you should have told me you wanted me, so now that you wanna talk you’d better keep it down, brat.” he delivered another spank, making his point clear. “Understood?”

“Yes, daddy.” You lifted your head, your eyes rolling up from under your lashes.

He licked his lips and used his spare hand to hold your chin up high, so to maintain eye-contact. “Good girl.” He caressed your bum delicately. “Shall we say that you received your promotion at nine a.m., and now it's almost midnight. That makes it fifteen hours of you keeping it from me. Considering that you’re always so eager when I spank you I won’t include the first two blows I already gave you. Now hold tight because dirty girls like you don’t learn their lessons from soft punishments.”

By the thirteenth blow you were gripping the sink, knuckles white, face blushed with effort, a coat of arousal and sweat slickening your thighs. Namjoon’s tempo had slightly slowed down in order to softly brush your sensitive skin between a spank and another. “Come on, two more, ____. Enjoy them.”

He hit you with full force. Considering that you’d got used to the pain, your tolerance adjusting to his attack, he must have really put some fury in the last two. 

Now finally done with your punishment, he moved you slightly to the side, so to use the sink to cool down his palms. “Next time I should use a paddle. No use hurting my hands for punishing a spoiled brat.” Some part of you already felt a dark craving, moaning at the thought. He snickered at how hungry you always were for him.

He passed the cool skin of his hands on your glutes, offering you a small reprieve, taking care of you without giving any explicit sign of your punishment being over. You knew it wasn’t, and it didn’t surprise you when he hooked his fingers in your panties and dragged them down your legs, kneeling to unhook them from your feet. “Those don’t deserve to be ripped.” Now at perfect eye level with your slit, he couldn’t help but give in to the smell and taste of you, licking up your soaked thighs, nuzzling his lips against your sex, delivering one sweet kiss. “Can you take it like a girl good and make daddy happy or do you wanna slow down?”

He probably knew how exhausted your muscles must have been from the position you were into. However, you wanted it your way. “Make daddy happy.” You murmured.

He smiled like a madman, still between your thighs, biting one of the few spots that weren’t bright red on your behind. He raised to his feet, towering over your bent shape, his nimble finger undoing his belt and jeans, gripping his hard on and using the tip to tease your entrance. “Baby, you got me so hard, watching you take your spanks so well, your ass so soft, quivering like jelly. You should see yourself right now, baby. Looking like a wet dream.” 

He caressed down your shoulders, using his free hand to hold your waist. You knew he wouldn’t bend down to kiss you, that would be so out of character. And considering he hadn’t stretched you out, you also knew it would hurt. 

“Ready?”

You nodded. “Yes, daddy.” He offered you his hand in your own and you gripped it hard as he slowly sinked in. It took him half a minute to bottom out. A deep groan followed. “So good, babe.” 

You released a heavy breath, squeezing you inner muscles lightly. “Woah baby, fuck.” He swore viciously, carefully beginning to roll his hips, both his hands on your waist, one of yours joining there, reaching for his fingers, craving for a small sign of affection while he was being careful not to hurt the bruises already forming on you ass. His thrusts were slow and deliberate, looking for the smallest sign of discomfort on your face and posture. Once adjusted, you arched further, allowing him a shift in angle that had him hissing and throwing his head back. His beautiful, dark hair followed, catching your attention in the mirror. His chest, still covered in the shirt, inflated, straining the buttons on his sternum. You would have done anything in that moment to kiss the small triangle of skin appearing at the base of his neck. 

Now newly focused, his eyes opened and fixed on you, while one of his hands moved to your breast, still covered in the corset, toying with your nipple, then gripping the flesh with his big palm.

“Joonie,” you dared murmur as his pace intensified. 

“You good baby?” He slowed down again, in fear he was hurting you. 

“So good, Joonie, I just—” You shut up a second, needing to focus before you continued your sentence. “I wanna cum, daddy.”

“It’s okay baby, let me take you there.” He made you turn your face and caressed your cheek tenderly, using his other hand to reach between your thighs, drawing taunting, tight circles on your clit, with just the right pace and pressure. God only knew how he did that. 

“Keep squeezing me baby, so close.” He gripped the back of your neck for leverage and his thrusts got stronger and faster, you completely losing it over the way his hips stayed closer to yours and pushed harder, pulling out just an inch before plunging in again. 

Your orgasm washed over you with sweet relief and you were sure it would have gone on for a bit less than a minute hadn’t Joon pulled out of you, his hand still toying with your clit, his vicious fingers way too skilled not to know how much he was affecting you -- and how wrong it all felt. “Joon, inside!” You cried out, barely coherent, only now noticing in the reflection that his arm was moving aggressively, his lower lip caught between his teeth before it slipped out, his jaw angrily clenching in a way that made you want to turn around and suck him into oblivion. 

“This ass still needs something.” He spat out through gritted teeth. 

Your mouth opened in wonder as you felt him press his tip to your skin, his hot flesh turning even hotter when he groaned out almost desperately, one hand still on his shaft, milking out his cum. 

“Do you like that, daddy?” You teased, wanting nothing but his fucked out babbling to praise you. 

“Love it, vixen, you nasty little fucker. I’ll put a damn ring on your dirty finger someday.” He muttered, his high almost over, the hand on your mound parting your labia before he slipped in sloppily, some drops of his orgasm ending inside you, while the rest made a sticky mess between the two of you.

He crumbled forward, mouth at your neck, his spine arching up away from you as he kept pushing his hips against yours, chest deflating with heavy breaths. One of your hands removed the fingers still massaging your sex into overstimulation. You were both a sweaty bundle of limbs, exhausted and brainless. 

“I’m so in love with you, ____.” He whispered in your ear. “My perfect baby.” The hand under you slipped to your chest, helping you handle the weight of your upper body. “Can you wait like this a couple seconds? I need to clean you up before we make a mess.”

You nodded sleepily while he stretched towards the closest towel, wetting the cloth under the tap and placing it against your skin as he slipped out. The arm under you helped you rise up, his mouth immediately kissing your cheek. 

“Did I go too hard?” He asked, his free hand touching you in tenderness and devotion, stroking your heated skin. He used a clean corner of the towel to swipe the dirty spots on your behind, then cleaning himself roughly.

“It was amazing.” Your head propped on his shoulder, your neck stressed because of your previous position. 

“Let me take you to the bathtub and ease out the knots on your muscles, yes?” He discarded the cloth and turned you around, kissing you softly and fondly. “I’m so proud of you.” He kissed you again. “You’re amazing.” He pressed his mouth to your forehead, “and now I wanna take care of you.”

He took off your corset with care, knowing how sensitive you were, but also how tired your body was, incapable of handling any violent push and pull to undo the garment. 

“Tell me you didn’t ruin it.” You said, voice imploring. 

“No. I was careful. I still regret ruining that La Perla I got you for your birthday. The colour looked so good on you.” He blushed, completely oblivious that two minutes ago he had been an unbelievably sexy, self-confident man spanking you and ruining your orgasm without the smallest hesitation. 

“I feel so spoiled, I took a bath this afternoon.” You murmured, thinking of all the wasted water. 

“Would you prefer a shower?” He asked, already closing the tap.

You nodded. Your muscles were sore but your conscience was still awake.

Opening the enormous shower he loved so much, he helped you sit down on the wide seat on the wall, flinching as the cold marble made contact with your bruising skin. 

Namjoon looked at you with wide eyes, feeling sorry for the pain you were feeling because of his selfishness. 

“Can I make it better?” He asked, caressing your face gently before pushing your hair back. His concerned tone made your insides melt. 

“I think that having a proper orgasm with your tongue between my legs would help.”

“You’re a spoiled brat. Never gonna learn.” He tried sounding angry, but the smile on his face told you otherwise. “You’re lucky I love you.”

You opened your legs wide as he kneeled before you. “You mentioned putting a ring on it, Joonie.” You teased, the inside joke between the two of you now sounding way too serious after he said it in that context, with that voice just an orgasm ago. 

“Careful or I’ll wife you.” He kissed your inner thigh, biting playfully. “Fill you up with babies.” He bit the other side. “Have you barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen.”

“Please do, kind sir.” You begged, laughter spilling from your mouth.

He positively laughed at that, his fit of giggles tickling your skin. You were overflowing with love for him.

“Sounds shady coming from a lady who was flirting with the waiter at dinner just tonight.” He started sucking at your skin, the tissue bruising easily after his harsh treatment. “Do you think I forgot?”

Here he was again: gone Joonie, welcome daddy. “I’m sorry.”

He laughed sarcastically against your other thigh, now just a couple centimetres away from your heat. “Do you think he could have done you like that?” His hand grasped your breast, squeezing it viciously. “Like I did tonight?”

“No, daddy.” Your mouth opened as he started rolling your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. 

“Do you think he could discipline you?” He asked, his voice matching the love bite on the soft skin of your crotch where your thigh met your pelvis. 

“Of course no, daddy.” You repeated, shifting delicately in your seat to accommodate his mouth.

“Good.” He perched your legs on his shoulders, then his tongue licked your labia forcefully, your flesh and his adhering perfectly, the bridge of his nose rubbing your clit deliciously. 

The angle was difficult, and if it hadn’t been for the whole sink ordeal, you would have probably balanced yourself on your arms and used your hips to fuck his face midair, but from the way he was looking at you, you could tell Namjoon knew he couldn’t trust your body like that tonight, the risk of you slipping because of a lousy grip or tired muscles too high. 

Much to your dismay, he parted his mouth from your cunt, meeting your gaze. You loved seeing how blissful he got when he was using his mouth between your legs, his brain too focused to think of anything else. It was his go-to stress reliever.

“Hold tight. Be careful.” He said with intention, as he moved an arm behind your back and brought you closer to his face, making you plant your feet on the ground as he laid down on the empty floor. With some attentive adjustments, following his lead, you ended up straddling his face, his head luckily away from the stream of water falling from the shower head. 

“I need you to ride daddy’s face, little vixen. Show me how much you wanna belong to me.” He teased with a dark growl. 

“That sounds so good daddy!” You squealed enthusiastically. “I’m going to make you so proud.” You promised, smiling at him before his mouth latched on you, his arms snaking around your waist and dragging you down. 

“I’m so happy when you lick me, daddy.” You said, voice mischievous, while he enthusiastically picked up his pace.

“I’m the luckiest girl in the world.” His tongue lashed on your clit mercilessly as he kept pumping your most sensitive part with the muscles of his cheeks, hollowing them with the force of his movement. 

“I’ll learn...” Your breath caught in your lungs. “I’ll be so good to you.” 

His hands helped you balance yourself attentively, chasing your high, until you felt your eyes closing, the room spinning around you and your hips moving on their own command, your climax already possessing you. 

“Daddy, please, that’s...” The breathiest moan exited your mouth, your arms collapsing, Namjoon’s hands on your hips the only thing keeping you from smashing face first against the tiles. He moved his head with wide sweeps upwards, accompanying you through your high. In the meantime you managed to readjust, your weight now again in control, you eased Namjoon’s arms, thinking of how tired he must be. 

You lifted yourself up, sliding away from his face, down to his lap. 

He was incredibly hard, once more, quite unusually. “Please, let me ride you, daddy.” You tried to persuade him. “I’ll do all the work.” You were literally batting your eyelashes at him. 

He laughed breathlessly. “How can I tell you no, baby, when you sound so nice?”

“Can I?” You pouted. 

“Yes, baby.” He groaned.

You were on him in two seconds, grabbing him, squeezing him gently in your palm -- at which he shut his eyes tight -- and holding his tip towards your entrance, sliding on it flawlessly. 

“You feel amazing, ____.” He breathed from his spot on the floor, still in the same position as you’d left him after your mind-blowing climax.

You moaned out at the sound of your name, going already pretty fast to make sure that you both came as soon as possible. Namjoon’s hands led your vicious pace while your hand, already toying with your core, made sure that you could come to the edge of your third high within a few minutes. “Joonie, tell me you’re close.”

“Keep going, baby, almost there. Use your-- oh that!” His mouth opened, eyes scrunched. “There!” 

You smirked naughtily as you worked him with your kegels, hips gyrating on him.

“Joonie, help.” You called out, noticing that his arms were going slack. 

Exhaustion was getting to the both of you, but as he pushed up, chasing his sensations, you felt the change of angle and in a couple seconds you felt his hot cum fill your every crevice, your own orgasm mixing with his as your upper body collapsed, mouth searching for his neck. “Joonie.”

“Here.” His arms wrapped around you, holding you close as your legs started shaking and giving out. “I’ve got you, ____ baby.”

Your nose brushing against the side of his jaw, teeth scraping gently against the vein on his neck, you let your body be lulled by his breathing. 

“Love, let’s finish this shower and head to bed, yes?” He caressed your hair back, lovingly.

You have little memory of what happened afterwards, except his weight beside you on the mattress, the lights switching off his heartbeat calling you to sleep.

[psychelis-new]

Heyy you’re back with readings! I’m glad you’re doing better :)

For the pac suggestion, I’ve been wondering if you could do smth like “What will you regret in x month(s) from now” ?

It doesn’t have to be the exact same (I feel like the question would pop up many negative energy), so please alter it as what you see is fit

Thank you for considering this, have a Merry Christmas weekend ^^

Hello! Yes I am doing better, wby?

Yeah as you said it would focus a lot on negative energies and also... if I did a reading on regrets like this, it may alter your decisions and not always for the best: let's suppose I'm telling you you will regret X thing you still have to do/know of, you very likely won't do that so to avoid a negative emotion as found in the reading. BUT what if that same X thing would also have a positive and/or necessary outcome too? What if it holds a lesson you have to learn? We don't always see the positive when around the negative (hope you got what I mean), it just hits later.

Also since it's a collective reading the wrong message could reach the wrong person (let's say someone tired/overwhelmed or anything really) and create just confusion and more wounds around it but not bring help. I would really rather avoid focusing on negative situations like this in my readings so to not potentially trigger anyone for no reason. (And also, since I am here: do not avoid taking decisions for yourself cause a reading told you something else: readings aren't always 100% true and accurate for you, especially pacs)

This said, I can (and prolly will) work on how you can deal with regrets and possible regrets you already have, generally speaking. I will try to do some other type of readings focused on "next X months", I already have them in mind ;)

Thanks for the suggestion! Have a lovely time<3

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Hiyoko Saionji, The Ultimate Traditional Dancer. Although she was the best at what she did, and looked absolutely amazing whilst she did it, she couldn't do it herself you know. As we humans are, we often need help with a lot of things, and Hiyoko was no different.

Hiyoko always had trouble putting her kimono on, and would often leave it on for as long as possible to avoid having to take it off and struggle to put it back on again, until Mahiru came around.

Mahiru Koizumi was a kind soul, some might even say an angel. When she heard about how Hiyoko had trouble with her kimono, Mahiru was quick to offer her services.

So from then on, Mahiru would help Hiyoko whenever she needed it, and thus caused them to become quite good friends, one of the only ones Hiyoko had. She, as you might know, had a tendency to be rude and snobby to others, so it was a little hard for her to make friends.

With that being said, let's set the scene.

It was the night before Hiyoko had a performance. Mahiru decided that Hiyoko should have a bath beforehand so that she didn't waft around an odor when she danced. Although Hiyoko was a little hesitant at first, Mahiru managed to persuade the little dancer to clean herself up.

Since Mahiru knew she couldn't always help Hiyoko with her kimono, they had a little agreement that everytime Hiyoko would have a bath, Mahiru would help her practice putting on her kimono. Hiyoko had been making progress with this, and was almost able to do the whole thing by herself, but very slowly, and not very efficiently, and also with a little help from Mahiru.

As Hiyoko came out from her bath in her undergarments, ready for her little lesson, Mahiru handed the kimono to the small girl and she got to work.

"Mahiru, can you hold this here?" Hiyoko asked as she signaled to a spot on her side.

"You mean this?" Mahiru responded, accidentally poking the spot where Hiyoko had shown her.

This caused Hiyoko to slightly squeal and quickly recoil, and almost mess up her progress on her kimono.

"H-hey!! Don't do that Mahiru!" Hiyoko shouted, trying to sound angry, but her voice was a little shaky and nervous since she let out such a ticklish reaction.

Mahiru had a slight grin on her face since she had already put two and two together, figuring out why Hiyoko had reacted the way she did.

"W-why are you smiling like that-?" Hiyoko asked, her voice now sounding a little more nervous.

Mahiru then quickly wiped the grin from her face. "It's nothing. Come back here and let's finish, you're almost don't anyway" She said, as if nothing had happened.

Hiyoko slowly went back over, and Mahiru held the part of the kimono that Hiyoko had asked her to earlier.

The dancer then finished doing her kimono and looked in the mirror. She saw it was a little sloppy and not as perfect as she had hoped.

"Hnnn, it's all sloppy and gross! It's all your fault Mahiru!" The small girl quickly shifted the blame, as she had a tendency of doing.

"It looks good to me, besides, it doesn't matter right now, you're still learning, so it's still gonna be sloppy from time to time" Mahiru reassured her.

"But I have that performance tomorrow! My kimono can't be sloppy!" Whined Hiyoko.

"Don't worry, I'm coming, so I'll be able to do it for you and you'll look stunning! I'll take pictures as well to show you afterwards" Mahiru said with her bright beautiful smile.

Hiyoko slightly grunted and pouted.

"Oh stop that. Now take it off and put your night clothes on, you've got to sleep now if u don't want to be tired tomorrow" Mahiru said as she placed her hands on her hips.

With another small whine, Hiyoko began undressing. She then began to slip on her night clothes, which consisted of a silky orange tank top and a matching set of shorts, perfect for the tropical air of Jabberwock Island.

Once Hiyoko finished changing and hopped onto her bed, Mahiru quickly pounced on her and pinned her to her bed.

"M-Mahiru!!! What do you think you're doing?!" Hiyoko shouted quickly, the sudden attack scaring her a little.

"Well, to be completely honest, when I accidentally tickled you earlier, I knew I just had to take advantage of it~" Mahiru said as she had a wide grin on her face. Her hand had made it's way down to Hiyoko's soft tummy while she spoke, and traced slow circles on it as she teased the little dancer.

"Nnng- Q-quit it Mahiru!! I'm n-gggh- not ticklish!!" Hiyoko fought back her urge to explode into flustered giggles, but her tummy was one of her most sensitive spots, along with her ribs and sides. Since these spots were always covered up, they weren't used to being touched, making them more sensitive.

"Somehow I just can't believe you~ you are grunting and stuttering quite a bit. Trying to hold back laughter I assume~?" Mahiru teased, knowing she could most likely embarrass Hiyoko, which she very much liked to do since she found it adorable.

Hiyoko's face turned a slight shade of pink, Mahiru's plan was working, and Hiyoko was getting embarrassed and flustered. She decided it was best not to say anything, since she knew if she opened her mouth a whole lot of giggles would spill out.

"Hmm, not gonna answer me? I'll get you to open that little mouth of yours~" Then, without warning, Mahiru quickly dug her fingers into Hiyoko's sensitive sides.

Hiyoko immediately shrieked and flinched greatly, but didn't go anywhere since Mahiru had her pinned. "KYAAAHAHAHA!!! M-MAHAHAHIRU STAHAHAP IHIHIT!!!" Hiyoko screamed. She couldn't help but scream and kick all over. Oh how she hated being tickled.

Tickling was the one thing where she couldn't talk or cry her way out of, she was completely helpless when it happened, especially on sensitive spots like the ones she had.

"Awwww~ you're soooo ticklish Hiyoko~! Why haven't I known about this before~?" Mahiru couldn't help but speak in a teasy voice when she questioned the helpless ultimate.

"I SAHAHAID STAHAHAHAP!!! LET ME GOHOHOHO!!!!" Hiyoko screamed at Mahiru as she desperately tugged and tried to escape this ticklish despair.

Mahiru giggled. She loved seeing Hiyoko laughing and smiling, and now she had the perfect way to see it whenever she wanted.

Mahiru then began to squeeze and poke at Hiyoko's sides, both of them. "Tickle tickle tickleeee~" She teased, trying to fluster Hiyoko and make her feel even more embarrassed.

"SHUHUHUHUHUT UHUHUP!!" Screamed Hiyoko as she began to lightly blush.

"Awww are you blushingggg~? You must love this~!!" Mahiru then began to knead Hiyoko's soft tummy as she hummed casually.

"AAAAAAAHAHAHA MAHAHAHIRUHUHU!!! DOHOHOHONT DOHOHO THAHAHAT!!" Hiyoko only blushed more from Mahiru's teases, and screamed as she tickled her soft, pale little tummy.

"My my, such a delicate little belly~ and yet, it looks sooo tasty~!" After saying that, Mahiru quickly placed a big raspberry right on Hiyoko's belly, causing her to scream bloody Mary as it happened

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!" Was what could be heard from Hiyoko's cottage.

Mahiru then quickly stopped as she heard Hiyoko scream so loudly. "Quiet down Hiyoko, the others are gonna think you're being killed!" She said as she covered Hiyoko's mouth.

Hiyoko panted heavily, tears of laughter streaming down her cheeks as she tried to catch her breath.

When no one came to check on Hiyoko, Mahiru then uncovered the little dancers mouth. She had caught her breath by now and was about to start cussing Mahiru out, but was quickly cut off by feeling Mahiru's nail tracing her belly button.

"Hehe, I thought for sure someone would come check on you after a scream like that~ but since they didn't, I can keep going for a bit longer now~" Mahiru said, that same grin appearing on her face.

Since Hiyoko was caught off guard from this, she wasn't able to hold back her giggles this time. "Stohohop ihihit Mahiru! I dohohont want anymohore! Plehehease!!!"

When Mahiru heard her say please she quickly stopped and couldn't believe what she just heard. "Did you just say please~?" She said as she stopped tracing.

Hiyoko nodded and looked away, catching her breath slightly once again once Mahiru stopped.

"You must not want this then huh?" And with that, Mahiru got off of her and layed down next to her.

Although Hiyoko absolutely hated being tickled, she found that it felt quite different when Mahiru did it, so when Mahiru layed next to her, she shyly grabbed her hand and placed it on her side, her cheeks growing red and hot as she did so.

Mahiru however, quickly smiled and pulled Hiyoko close to her, gently tracing small circles on the girls sides.

Hiyoko bit her lip and tried to keep her giggles in as Mahiru did this, and she gripped her wrist, but didn't try and stop her.

"It's a bit late now isn't it? You wouldn't mind if I stayed the night would you?" Mahiru asked the dancer.

"I don't mind, as long as you don't tickle torture me again" Hiyoko said as she then nuzzled into Mahiru and closed her eyes.

Mahiru chuckled and held Hiyoko close to her rubbing her head. "Thank you~" She whispered.

"Mhm. Thank- um- thank you.. Too-..." Hiyoko said softly and shyly.

"Your welcome~" Mahiru said back.

And with that, they both fell asleep in each other's arms, and would have many ticklish nights to come~

Thanks for reading if u read the whole thing, I know it was loNg. I just wanted to say that I'll be taking requests.

However, this is what I will and will not do when taking a request

I will not do bxb

I will do gxg

I will possibly do bxg

I will do Danganronpa and Genshin Impact fics

I won't do anything 18+ related

And that's all, thanks 😌