#.but i get it boys—i too have a Thing for redheads /)w(\

[rebelelegance]

Misunderstandings

Summary: Sirius is yours and you are his. But do you both know that?

Request: Sirius and reader have a kind of an off and on flirtation/situationship thing going and he sees her going on a "date" with Frank Longbottom (personally I had headcanon that Frank was the fifth boy in the dorm along with the Marauders) in reality she's went on a pretend date to help Frank get ready for the real date he's taking her best friend Alice on and so Sirius gets jealous and wants to make things official before he loses her to someone else a little bit of angst with happy ending you know

Requested by: @jessiegerl

Pairing: Sirius Black x reader

Warnings: Readers parents hate her and well we all know how Sirius's Parents are.

w/c: 2.8k+

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Sirius Black was not used to affection.

It was foreign to him. He never received praise, compliments, or anything positive. Ever.

So when the acquaintances he’d made on the hogwart’s express clapped him on the back after getting into Gryffindor, he didn’t know how to react other than to flinch.

And when you, introduced as James’s honorary sister, sat down that night, you’d complimented his hair.

You’d said “I like your long hair. It suits you.”

His parents hated that hairstyle. 

He’d kept it purely as an act of rebellion. However, now, now he seemed to like it just a bit more. He hadn’t said thank you. Because he hadn’t known he was supposed to. So he’d just nodded, and you’d grinned.

That grin changed everything. You changed everything.

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“What if we make polyjuice potion, and I disguise myself as Narcissa, lead Lucius on for a bit and then prank him?” you asked, playing with the quill in your hands. 

Remus groaned, “We’re still on this?” he asked, throwing his head back in disbelief.

“N/n, Remmy is right, we pranked Lucius only the day before yesterday,” Sirius nodded. You raised an eyebrow at him knowing he was never one to back down from a prank on any Slytherin.

And you were right. He wanted to do it. But if that meant Lucius got a chance to be near you even in a slightly romantic way, he would hurl.

And possibly punch him.

“Oh c’monnn Siri,” you whined, putting on your best pleading face and puppy eyes.

Damn those puppy eyes.

Sirius just shook his head, ignoring the way his heart was racing at your look. He watched as you pouted, leaning back on to the couch, head resting on James’s shoulder. “James, help me out here,” you said, folding your arms as you waited expectantly.

But James was too busy staring at a certain redhead and you, still staring at Sirius, nudged James in the chest.

“Huh? What?”

Sirius burst out laughing at the way your face twisted in pure irritation, the other two boys joining in as you hit James repeatedly with a pillow.

“Ow ow! I’m sorry, I'm sorry!” James laughed as you continued your assault fighting the grin that was creeping up on your face.

“Fuck you Potter!” you laughed, as James tried to correct his hair, you stopping him and messing it up further.

Sirius watched the exchange between you both, a sick feeling crawling up his chest. He knew that you both were no more than honorary siblings and it would always be that way, but deep down he wished you were sitting next to him, doing all that silly stuff with him.

He immediately brushed it off, not one to allow feelings to linger for long, replacing his hardened stare with a smirk instead, watching you and James continue to fight like kids, admiring the bright smile on your face.

He wished that that smile would never go away.

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“Black, if you could be any animal in the world which was not a dog, which by the way I still don’t understand why that’s your favorite animal, which would you choose?” you asked, mindlessly hooking your hand with his as you both walked to class in 4th year.

He ignored the burst of feelings that erupted in him, trying to focus on your question and not on the way your hand felt against his, clinging on as you pranced lightly. “Uhh, I don’t know” he muttered, his brain fogging up as he refrained himself from staring at your linked hands. You hummed, breaking away from him as James and Remus came into view outside the class.

He paused for a few seconds trying to calm down his erratic heart before shaking his head and entering the class. 

You waved him down, patting the seat next you, and the second he sat down, you grabbed his arm, sticking your tongue out at a slytherin girl eyeing you both with pure jealousy written all over her face.

Sirius laughed, “What’s that all about?”

“She likes you,” you pouted, “and asked me, ME to set you both up!” you pointed to yourself in disbelief.

“She looks cute,” Sirius said, winking at the girl. 

You gasped at the way the girl blushed in response. “She’s a slytherin!” you exclaimed, swatting his shoulder. 

Sirius shrugged, “Good point, guess I’ll have to find someone else then.”

“No way! You’re mine” you said seriously, jabbing a finger at his chest. 

His heart erupted, eyes widening. But he played it off quickly, leaning over to whisper in your ear. “You wish sweetheart.” 

Your face turned pink, eyes widening. Luckily the professor walked in, not allowing Sirius to dwell on your reaction.

Merlin, he was done for.

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You were always a naturally happy person. The boys had never seen you cry, even though they’d all had their breakdown moments. You’d been their rock through everything. 

However, when 5th year started, you’d changed. You opted out of pranks, studying almost all the time and the usual spark in your eyes had faded. James seemed to know what had happened but he refused to let the others know, telling them it was up to you to reveal it to them. 

He was worried about you, Sirius could tell, and that made the long-haired boy worry even more. 

He’d tried to get you to talk to him, but you’d refused.

Until one day you’d shown up to Charms, puffy-eyed and asked Sirius to meet you in the Astronomy tower after his classes were done for the day. 

He’d waited anxiously, and as soon as his classes finished, he ran to find you.

You were standing right where you’d said you’d be, gazing up at the sky. You turned when you saw him, a small smile forming on your lips. But the boy noticed the way it seemed to require so much effort from you, which was never the case before.

You turned away again, wordlessly staring at the sky. He wanted to demand an explanation, no longer able to watch you like this.

“Y/N-”

“I’ve never stopped to think,” you started softly, still staring above. Sirius stepped closer to you, waiting patiently for you to continue.

You took a deep breath before turning to face him. 

“I’ve never let myself stop doing things or take a break because then all the thoughts flood the gates and I feel like I’m going to drown. But-” your eyes glazed over as you took a shuddering breath, looking down at your feet.

Sirius grabbed your shaking hands with one of his own, using the other to lift your chin up so that you could look at him. 

“I’m listening,” he whispered.

You bit down on your lip before starting again, “But this summer was bad Siri- they- they said the worst things and-” you couldn’t finish as a sob wracked through your body. 

Sirius pulled you to him, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and another lightly around your head as if trying to shield you.

He knew about the situation with your parents. They were almost never at home, and whenever they were, they made it very clear that they hadn’t wanted children in the first place. That’s why you spent most of your time at the Potter’s. 

It’s also why you understood his situation so well.

You pulled away, wiping your tears away as you looked at Sirius. “Euphemia says she won’t let me go back this time even if they ask,” you laughed slightly remembering the possessiveness that had come over the older Potter. 

Sirius smiled, “Good.”

“Thanks Siri,” you nodded, and Sirius beamed at the real smile that made its way to your face. 

“Anytime princess. But don’t get too comfortable, other girls will get jealous.”

You gasped, playfully punching him on his shoulder, “I better be your one and only Black!” you laughed, and he joined in, hiding the way that sentence struck his heart.

Little did you know.

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When Sirius found himself knocking on the door of the Potter’s house, he didn’t expect for you to open it.

Shit. He’d forgotten you stayed there now.

But he couldn’t back away. He didn’t have the energy, nor did he think you would let him, at the way you gasped in horror as you looked at him.

He mustered all his strength into a cheeky “Hi” before James appeared behind you, giving the same reaction you had seconds before. You stood there in shock, hands over your mouth and eyes watering at the sight of the boy in front of you.

Sirius gave up on trying to fake it, giving in as you and James pulled him inside the house. 

“James, get your mom,” you ordered. The boy hesitated as you guided Sirius to the sofa, before you turned and glared at him and he ran off. 

Your eyes scanned the boy, a sort of resolve taking you over as you kneeled down in front of him. Sirius was fighting to keep consciousness and he didn’t know how much longer he could hold it for.

“Sirius,” you called gently, placing a hand on his knee, slowly and carefully. “What happened?” you asked. 

Sirius didn’t want to relive what his mother had done to him, trying desperately to push it all away, trying to drown himself in your presence. But he knew you’d need an explanation if you were to help him get rid of the immense pain he was feeling right now.

“Cruciatus,” he whispered, noticing the horror and anger that made its way to your face, but also noticing the way the gentleness of your touch hadn’t changed.

“Can’t go back. Ever.” he muttered, and you were quick to adjust yourself so that he could look you in the eyes. “You won’t ever be going back. Even if Euphemia can’t keep us all here, you and I will find another place. But Black,” you placed a careful hand on his cheek and he leaned into it, “You are never. Ever. Going back there.” The seriousness in your voice gave Sirius enough strength to whisper a “Thank you” before partially fading out of consciousness again, comforted by the fact that you were here, and for once in his life feeling that things would be okay.

He could vaguely make out Euphemia and Fleamont’s reaction to seeing him nearly passed out on the couch, and your hurried explanation of whatever you’d understood from what he’d said. Euphemia walked up to him moments later with a some medicine in hand, something about opening his mouth, gulping, and about helping him sleep and doctors and the next day at sunrise. He couldn’t process it, just doing what he was told. 

James and you then carefully lifted him, carrying him to a room and gently placing him on a bed. 

He could hear you and James both talking in hushed whispers, but he was unable to make out what you were saying, as he fell into a disturbed sleep.

He woke up in the middle of night once, sweating and terrified, haunted by what he’d seen in his nightmare. But before he could properly react and realize where he was, you got up from beside him. 

He couldn’t breathe, and tears were streaming down his face. He could see you move to sit in front of him and your lips moving but he couldn’t make out what you were saying. 

You then gently placed your hands on his face and surprisingly it helped. 

It grounded him, reminded him that he was with you and not with his monstrous parents.

Your voice started to fade back in and he could hear you telling him to breathe, and so he did, thankful that you were there to help him.

Of all the Marauders, he felt the safest with you. 

“I’m okay,” he whispered once his breathing was back in his control. You nodded, sighing softly.

“Thank you,” he muttered, looking up at your tired eyes, “and I’m sorry I woke you up.”

“It’s fine,” you shrugged, “I hadn't slept. I was too worried.” You said, moving to sit against the headboard of the bed.

“Sorry for that then,” Sirius said lying back down. 

You stared at him for a few minutes before running a hand through his hair, massaging his scalp softly.

“It’s not your fault Sirius, don’t apologize.”

Sirius didn’t respond, trying to focus on you, and on where he was, rather than the memories that were flooding his brain.

You laid down next to him, and Sirius realized that he was infact in your room, and as he turned to apologize once again, you placed a finger on his lips.

“If you apologize for intruding or something like that again, I will make you sleep on the couch.” you threatened your voice laced with humor.

Sirius smiled at you slightly, and you pulled him close to you, allowing him to tuck his face under your chin as you wrapped your hands and legs around him. He was glad you did so, it made him feel safe, and as if you’d heard his thoughts, you whispered into his ear “You’re safe with me Black. You’re mine, and I’ll keep you safe”

He wished he really was yours.

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Sirius couldn’t find you anywhere. And what worried him more was that he couldn’t find Frank anywhere either. 

Why did that matter?

Well as you and Sirius had gotten closer and flirtier, you and Frank had gotten closer too. After the fiasco that took place over the summer, you’d spent more time with the boys in their dorm room and naturally that meant you were hanging out with their roommate Frank Longbottom as well. 

And now Sirius was worried that you’d thought his flirting was just him being Sirius and that he had no actual feelings for you.

If you really did think that and if you’d decided to hang out with Frank instead, Sirius had no idea what he would do. 

He’d searched every nook and corner of Hogwarts and now the only other place he could think of was Hogsmeade. 

Oh Merlin he hoped it wasn’t Hogsmeade.

Sirius snuck out of the school during study hours, making his way to Hogsmeade, anxiety filling him.

As he made his way through hogsmeade, his heart dropped when he saw your familiar figure next to Frank’s. 

Your head was thrown back in laughter, and Frank was grinning. “You did great! I’m sure next time will be just as smooth,” you said, patting him on the shoulder.

Next time?

Fear creeped up on Sirius.

He couldn’t lose you to Frank. 

He couldn’t lose you to anyone.

He ran up to you and Frank, seeing both of your faces twist in confusion.

“Sirius?”

“You can’t date him!” Sirius exclaimed, pointing to Frank. 

“What?” you and Frank both said at once, before realization crossed your features and a small smile formed on your lips. 

But Sirius was too anxious and worried to register it, only glaring at Frank.

“Frank, what about you go back, and I’ll figure out what Sirius wants,” Frank nodded at your suggestion and walked off, patting Sirius on the back once.

“Why can’t I date Frank?” you asked, looking at Sirius who was still glaring at the boy who’d just walked away.

He spun around to look at you, surprise all over his face. Anyone could see you struggling to hide your smile and maintain a serious expression on your face, but Sirius was blinded.

“Because- ‘Cause-” Sirius faltered, what he was about to do, dawning on him. He hadn’t wanted to confess to you like this.

“Because?” you asked, raising an eyebrow and crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“Because I like you,” he rushed out, scared he would think twice and miss this chance. And the slight tinge of pink in your cheeks gave him confidence. 

“Actually no, I don’t like you, I love you. I’m head over heels for you and I cannot imagine not being with you, at all. I want - no need you to be mine”

You grinned, “Black finally confesses! And you really think I would have gone out with Frank when I have feelings for you? He wanted me to help him get ready for the actual date he’s taking Alice on, since she’s my close friend.” 

Sirius heard nothing except - “You have feelings for me?”

You laughed, linking your hand with his, “I thought it was obvious!”

He turned you around, looking at you, “You really like me?”

You shook your head, laughing lightly, before leaning up to place your lips against his.

His hand moved to your waist, pulling you in, as your hands wrapped around his neck, fingers entangling in his hair.

You both pulled away a few moments later, gasping for air. 

“I’ve been yours since the first day I saw you,” you whispered, eyes locked on his.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you too. But I think I love your hair more.”

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Taglists: @pinchofhoney @targaryenmoony

[a-ikuoliver]

the bathrooms at house parties are really only used for one thing

pairing: katsuki bakugou x f!reader w/c: 4.0k warning/s:  fem!reader (has a pussy, wearing makeup + skirt), established relationship, toxic relationship, cheating, alcohol mention (tipsy sex), blood/biting/marking/cutting mention, unprotected sex, degradation/name calling (not really but just in case), hair pulling, fingering (f!receiving), oral (m!receiving)

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“you know you're a terrible friend, right?” your voice was already broken, growing more and more uneven the more your chest heaved against his, your words nearly silent against the blond’s skin, painted lips planting a kiss on his before travelling down his jaw and neck to the collar of his shirt. your airy voice was just loud enough to be heard over the heavy bass music shaking the wooden door, near deafening on the other side of it, the party in full swing, whooping and cheering, and a near constant clink of beer bottles tapping together breaking through the music occasionally, the celebrations downstairs continuing as if the two of you had never been there at all.

“i am, huh? what about you? abandoning the party you set up, just for a quick fuck?” katsuki was too breathless for his mean tone to carry any of the usual bite, the words only coming across as a hushed, panted attempt at his typical bullying. it made you return an equally breathless giggle at him, pulling back from kissing his neck to stare up into his carmine eyes studying you with half-lidded, smoky eyes; your dark eyeliner smudged around them just the way he liked. leaning back on the sink to rest your back against the small mirror behind you, your eyes sparkled staring into his, mischief and lust swimming around the depths of your pupils. he couldn’t wait to have them rolling into the back of your head, exactly like they did every time you met like this, rushing, locked in cramped, darkened rooms whenever you both had a free moment, not a second thought for the time or place, only thinking of feeling one another.

even here, your game of kings cup and bursts of dancing cut short when your eyes met his ruby red ones across the hall the moment he walked through the door, only breaking the intense contact to answer a heavy tap on your shoulder; the birthday boy tilting your chin up for your punishment drink, the cup half full of random splashes of everyone's alcohol; your’s and eijiro’s hard lemonade, ochako’s gin and tonic, momo’s prosecco and jirou’s fruity vodka, and you thought you could taste juuuust taste the beer denki dug out too. eijiro flashed his sharp white teeth down at you in a lopsided grin when you dipped your head back further and opened your mouth, your eyes locked up into his scarlet ones as you tried your hardest not to choke on the gross mixture of the drinks, cheering with high fives, whistling and whooping with everyone when you swallowed it with a sour face, missing the way katsuki’s scarlet eyes tracked a stray droplet of the liquid down your jaw, to your neck, to your chest before it disappeared into your neckline.

while you were celebrating, receiving a boyish slap on the back from hanta, katsuki was still surveying you, only pulled from his focus on you by his friends shoving him in greeting, dragging the fashionably late blond into the kitchen, denki passing him a can while mina handed him a fresh cup, pressuring him to catch up before you could even get in a greeting. katsuki had already downed half the cup by the time the redhead let go of your jaw to greet his final friend to arrive. you wiped your chin, catching any last stray drops from the foul drink with your finger, sucking into your mouth, your heart jumping to your throat catching his gaze once more, cherry red eyes locking to your lips over the rim of the plastic cup, stormy pupils glued to your dark lips wrapped around your finger.

not even an hour after he showed up, here you were: your skirt hiked up around your hips and your hair mussed while your heartbeat thrummed under the skin of your throat against his soft lips, the centre of them stained red from whatever he was drinking before pulling you in here, the empty cup abandoned on the edge of your sink beside your own, both of you preoccupied with exploring hands under shirts, lips and teeth clashing, both of you trying to take everything you needed from each other; desperate to feel his hot skin against yours already, one kiss from him already getting your breath hitching in the back of your throat, your blood burning hot with need.

“oh please, you know that is nowhere near what you’re doing, this has to be some kind of record, you couldn’t even wait, what? a week?” you teased, catching the way his eyes flashed a shade darker in the mirror ahead of you when he spun you around, a threatening squeeze of his rounded fingernails into the fat of your hips and the sharp point of his canines serving as a warning to shut your mouth before he’d do it for you. you were right, he knew it, but he also knew you weren’t much better, maybe even worse, parading around in the shortest skirt he knew you owned; he could picture you clear as day digging through all of them for this one, picking it for the way it hugged your figure, for the ease katsuki would hike it high on your hips to leave your thighs on display, so little of the fabric covering you he hardly even needed to tug at it to admire the curve of your ass. biting your lip, you submitted to his threats, not having the time you typically would to play with him, to mock his obsession with you, your addiction to each other, instead settling in more against the sink, pushing your ass back against him, “you got a condom, ‘ki?

“i’ll pull out,” his warm breath and soft lips on the side your neck reminded you of every time you’d ended up exactly like this, katsuki always determined to kiss you anywhere he could reach in the time you had, but never leaving any evidence, the same couldn’t be said for your lipstick marring his jaw, clearly this rule was being thrown to the wind tonight, dull fingertips digging into your clothed tits as his teeth latched onto your neck, finally laying his claim on your skin after nearly a year of this, letting his fingertips leave ten cute bruises on your skin beneath his hands, ignoring the way you tried to push him away from you (with next to no effort, not really wanting him to stop), whispering sternly to him, “oi.”

“shut up, no one out there is sober enough to notice.” his lips didn’t move far from the side of your throat while he gruffly responded in your ear, sliding your shirt up your stomach to expose your tits to him, hot fingertips toying with your hard nipples as his mouth moved, stormy garnet eyes watching you shiver at his unusually bold behaviour before he moved back up toward your face, nipping hard beneath your ear to force a gasp from you, “‘n i know you need it, sweetheart, need it rougher than what he gives you, i could cut you and you’d thank me. or don’t you remember when you were on your back, voice all high, beggin’ me to fuck you like a bitch in heat? use me, katsuki, that sound familiar?”

you flushed hot hearing him mock your high-pitched moaning, your mouth snapping shut, not wanting to admit you thought of it constantly, replaying his growls and deep groans in your mind when you needed to cum. when you stayed quiet, not admitting anything, he continued, one thick hand travelling up your bare navel to your chest to settle at your neck, holding your jaw like the redhead had earlier, keeping your face forward for him to stare down in the mirror, “next time you tease me like that, you’ll have handprints to try n’ explain to him.”

it wasn’t so much a threat, as it was a promise, no venom coating the words, only desperation underlying his arrogance, damn near begging you to give him a reason to make you his. you melted more into his touch hearing his voice dropping at the mention of his handprints littering your skin, giving up trying to dissect his tone, instead just revelling in his rough, impatient hands roaming your body, slipping between your thighs to stroke the slippery, sensitive skin there, the very tips of his fingers tugging at the tiny amount of fabric there. katsuki’s frenzied touches to your pussy sent electricity through your nerves, the feel of his warm hands on your more addicting than any other date could ever hope to be, his eyes far more captivating, always keeping your gaze locked on his in the mirror, your eyelashes fluttering to break the intense contact the moment his fingers sunk into your dripping cunt with a low groan.

“see, baby? you still need me, you always will.” you were too distracted to respond, to try and argue despite how wet you got looking at him, focusing on keeping your sounds of pleasure as soft as you could, making sure the music remained the most prominent sound in the house. katsuki had already let go of your face, but hypnotised by his sculpted form, you kept staring forward at his reflection, his free hand now pressing on the small of your back to keep you arched in front of him, keeping your needy cunt on display (katsuki addicted to how your body reacted to him, it didn’t tease or mock him, it never lied about how much it needed him). your pussy was the star of the show, evident by the way he toyed with you; plunging and curling his fingers deep inside you until you keened, only pulling them back to rub your clit, taking his time to warm you up, hardly needing to when you fucked him only five days ago in an unused supply closet, shelves covered in a thin layer of dust disturbed only by his handprints and your ass.

you got lost staring at him, your heart racing anytime his strong hands were on you, thinking about what he was saying with his hand around your neck; he was right of course, katsuki had always been the only one to satiate you, to scratch the itch deep inside you that no nice guy you’ve ever dated would be able to, the kind of itch only he could relieve, a frenzied fuck that had you both out and done in under thirty minutes, half of that time spent toying with each other, instead of making love for hours into the night. his thick fingers, sharp teeth, venomous words and stormy glare doing more to you than all the others before him combined, locking knowing eyes with him across a room getting you closer to cumming than some of their cocks.

“quit thinkin’ so loud.”

his words brought you back down to earth, back to focusing entirely on his body heat on your skin, one of his hands squeezing your hip so tight you were worried he’d keep his promise and leave a dark mark on your skin for days to come. attentive eyes were locked on your reflection, he waited until your mouth dropped open to spit back some bratty retort at him, certain it would’ve been dripping with attitude if he didn’t sink himself into you, cutting you off; barking out a laugh at the way your eyebrows furrowed and you immediately bit down on your bottom lip to stay quiet, he thought you looked like your eyes were about to cross like some lewd manga kaminari and sero would froth over. not even giving you a moment to adjust to him, not like you really needed it with how effortlessly he got you wet, katsuki started fucking you urgently, his hips slamming into your ass over and over again, almost as if he was suddenly aware of the time constraint you were on, someone sure to notice the pair of you missing soon enough.

hard porcelain dug into your hips, your hands gripping the edge of the sink doing little to hold your body up against the strength of katsuki’s hips pumping behind you, no concern for the way he kept pushing you forward, your head nearly bumping the mirror if not for him gripping the hair at the back of your head.

“nothin’ to say now, huh, baby? you know i’m right, he doesn’t fucking compare to how i fuck you, or you wouldn’t keep crawlin’ back.”

katsuki’s arrogance was well-deserved, even if you wouldn’t say it aloud, the barely-there brush of his calloused fingertips over your clit had you hissing, your hips bucking into his touch, demanding more. he’ll give it to you, finally giving up the cat and mouse once he was satisfied with how you sought after him, circling two fingers around your swollen clit, lust-filled eyes flashing at the surprised moan that escaped you, your palm not fast enough to cover your mouth to muffle it. your shining eyes rolled at his cockiness, now stuck back in your skull at his ministrations, drawing you closer and closer to your end while you desperately nodded your head as much as you could in his grip at his words rather than squealing out a “yes, yes, yes katsuki!” like you wanted to.

katsuki kept a tight hold on your hair, his grip close to your skull, keeping your head up while the rest of your body slumped over the sink, your chest nearly touching the mirror with how deep your back arched, only getting deeper the more you slid against the slippery porcelain of the sink. your body was entirely supported by his hand, and the sink at your hips, your arms and legs weaker and weaker the longer he fucked you, the fat of your ass rippling with every slap of his hips against them, every thrust back inside you forcing another gasp and whine from your throat, muffled as much as you could with your hand, “you’re really about to cum?”

his voice was back to being mean, low and mocking, nearly black eyes watching your face contort with his words, his rough tone like a lightning strike straight to your cunt, your muscle squeezing around his cock enough to have him following you soon after. you couldn’t even nod if you tried, the only motor skills your brain was concerned with being your hand, buried under your skirt, circling your swollen clit until you were trembling, thighs tense and your knees shaky. still with a vice-like hold over your mouth, your eyebrows furrowed in the centre, your eyes squeezing shut, your tits bouncing against the mirror.

usually he’d be watching your face in the reflection, or the way your tits were spilling out more and more with every rut of his hips, instead, his eyes were glued to the way your cunt and thighs glistened in the dim yellow-y tinted light, admiring the white ring of your cream around his cock. the sight of your cunt so wrecked had his hips stuttering in your beating cunt, having only just enough composure left to pull out of your heavenly pussy, leaving you shaking and slumped over the sink without his strength to hold you upright.

your body felt like unset jelly, your head swimming with pleasure, your body still recovering from waves of aftershocks that had you whimpering when he was muttering to you again, pulling you off the sink with strong hands, “c’mere, baby.”

delirious, you blindly let him guide you to your knees in front of him, his leaking, hard cock level with your glassy eyes, wide and cockdrunk staring up into his. without another thought, you sat up straighter on your knees, reaching a hand out to stroke his cock, wet with your cum, your eyes flicking down when you licked your lips before staring back up at him through your eyelashes, parting your glossy lips to take him eagerly into your mouth, any remaining lipstick you might’ve had after kissing him now smearing down his cock.

“shit,” he hissed when you sucked the tip of his cock into your mouth, your tongue swirling slowly with your hand wrapping around the rest of his hard length, slowly taking in more of him until your lips met your hand, whimpering around him at the taste of yourself on his skin. his hand shot to the edge of the sink when his head bumped the back of your throat, gripping the edge warmed by your skin until his knuckles were turning white. his head fell back to stare at the ceiling with bitten lips, sure if he kept looking down at your pretty face he’d cum down your throat far too fast, garnet eyes flicking down to you when you whined around him, eyebrows squeezed together, your tongue gliding over his skin clouding his mind. katsuki swore again under his breath, squeezing the sink impossibly harder, grounding himself when he pulled out of your mouth, the soft pop sound drowning out your sound of disapproval.

“stick your tongue out.” you obeyed his gruff demand, at the stage of your encounter where you were too dumb to argue anymore, your games at the very back of your mind, resigned to listening, obeying. katsuki’s eyes looked darker, menacing to the untrained eye, but you knew the black was swimming with pleasure, your kneeling form reflected in his endless pupils. his eyelashes cast shadows over his face, kissing the tops of his cheeks, the light hitting the tops of your cheekbones when you tilted your head up toward him, your mouth falling open in front of him while he jerked his wrist over his length; only thrice more until his cum was spilling from the tip to your eagerly awaiting tongue. your lips shined under the light, saliva, your own cum, and now his reflecting under the downlight; your eyes shining with something else katsuki could’t place, the sparkle swiftly replaced with your usual fucked out expression, your mouth closing around the tip of his cock, your tongue flicking over the head to savour the last of his salty taste.

about to take him further into your mouth, desperate to make him shake like he always did when you pressed your tongue to the vein running along his cock– your eyes go wide staring up at him, a gentle, irregular knock echoing in the small room, your heartbeat spiking at the dull sound, jumping away from the blond at the noise, like a child caught in the cookie jar. you sobered up immediately at the noise, your mind suddenly clear and your blood cold, your body lost in anxiety instead of the intoxicating air surrounding katsuki.

katsuki returns a fist of his own on the wall, a louder slam of his hand on the wall than the soft rap of knuckles on the door, yanking his pants back up his hips with his other hand, belt between his fingers when you scramble to your feet, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, “occupied, fuck off.”

whoever interrupted you was sent stumbling down the hallway at his brash response, searching for another bathroom while you both tried to recover from the sudden adrenaline surge, katsuki sliding his belt back into place while you sucked in a deep breath, letting it out in a soft laugh before turning around to face the mirror. the silver surface reflecting back your smeared makeup, looking just as debauched as you felt. with another slow, deep breath, you wiped a thumb under your plump bottom lip to clean any remnants of lipstick, cleaning yourself up as best as you could, trying to ignore katsuki shifting from foot to foot behind you while you tugged your skirt, straightening it against your thighs, trying your best to not to look like you were just fucked stupid in the upstairs bathroom of eijiro’s birthday party. katsuki looked perfectly dishevelled, his hair spiked around his head like usual, his belt done back up loosely around his hips, the accessory serving no real purpose other than to watch the way your mouth watered when he tugged it free from the loops. shaking your head, you dropped the thought of his thick fingers around the leather, instead leaning closer to the mirror when you smacked your lips together, your thoughts of him interrupted by katsuki's gravelly voice, “you should head down first.”

your gaze flicked back over to his, he looked as if nothing had changed between his arrival and now, minus his stained, swollen lips, the same couldn’t be said about you, reaching under the sink to search for your lipstick, hoping the cute tone could save you. rubbing the colour onto your lips with your ring finger, you admired the same colour still on katsuki’s jaw, running your fingers over your hair when you were satisfied, you hummed in agreement, “yeah, i’ll go get the cake ready, you’ll come down in two?”

you did a quick twirl, waiting for his approval on your state, his eyes raking over you to make sure your skirt was over your ass, your shirt back in place, and your face clean of lipstick, spit and cum.

“i look alright?”“wouldn’t fuck you if you didn’t, sweetheart.” you rolled your eyes at his teasing, like a switch for his cockiness was flicked back to on, a proud smirk painted on his face, carmine eyes already feeling like he was trying to see through your clothes to the skin beneath, a signature expression around you. he doesn’t move when you shove his shoulder, your uneven movements barely even disturbing a hair on his head when you stumble past him to exit the cramped bathroom, alcohol and adrenaline swimming in your veins making each step downstairs wobbly.

with a lasting stare down at you, mostly watching the way your hips move from side to side, vermillion eyes locked onto a single wet spot on your skirt, the patch easily explained away if anyone could see straight enough to ask you about it, he could already hear your sweet voice now excusing it, “the sink splashed back at me!”, or “ugh, i knocked my drink over when i was fixing my lipstick.”, sure your friends would believe either excuse without a second thought before realising the truth of the spot. katsuki only turns back around to face the mirror when he can’t see you anymore, roughly rubbing at the blooms of colour on the underside of his jaw. he does little more than smudge the pigment around, the colour now covering his fingers and in patchy lines than in the clean kiss marks they were when you’d first locked the door. satisfied he was as clean as he was going to get it, he turned back around, swinging open the door to follow you out.

hearing your laughter in the living room, katsuki makes his way down, sauntering down the stairs far slower than you had, turning left at the end where you swivelled right, circling around to the kitchen from behind, second nature to him at this point to cover his tracks without even needing to think about it. rounding the corner into the kitchen, katsuki’s eyes found you again, drawn to you, a need panging deep in his stomach watching your skirt swish around your thighs as you twirled around in the kitchen, spinning a final time to walk a cake over to eijiro, his name messily written in red icing underneath too many burning candles. you placed it at the head of the table, gently setting it down in front of him, the birthday boy drunk and oblivious to where you and his best friend had disappeared to for the last twenty minutes, even more oblivious to the evidence still on your skirt and low on your throat when he smiled sweetly up at you.

“happy birthday, baby, make a wish!” you plant a kiss on your boyfriends cheek, transferring your fresh lipstick in a perfect kiss stain, identical to the ones katsuki just finished ruining, eijiro slurring back his affection with a bright, lovestruck smile, “i’ve got everythin’ i need with you, baby.”

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ILLICIT AFFAIRS. mdni. 18+.

pairing: mom's best friend!natasha + maximoff!reader

summary: and you wanna scream, don't call me "kid," don't call me "baby"

warnings: angst w/happy ending, post-break up

a/n: i love this little au actually, i need five more of these little redheaded bitches

The living room of your home was quiet save for the incessant tapping of your heel against the ground, a product of the anxious leg bounce you couldn't currently control. Your fist is clenching and unclenching at your side as you silently beg your mother to hurry up. It was monthly movie night, something Natasha and your mother had done since they were freshmen in highschool. It started off weekly, but grew less frequent as they became busier with adulthood. You didn't realize how painful it would be to be so close to Natasha again until Vision had called and asked Wanda if she could pick the boys up from his house. Your mother had left in a huff and left you and Natasha alone.

Natasha’s hand lands on your knee to stop the bouncing and you jolt, standing up and stepping away from her. As much as you love her touch, it was like a jolt of lightning had just passed through your body, and not in a nice way. “Don’t touch me.” Your voice isn't angry, but it's not nice or friendly either and it makes Natasha sigh. “Don't be like that, I know you annoy yourself when you do that. Sit back down, please.”

“No, I don't think I will. I think I’ll go upstairs actually.” You turn towards the direction of the stairs, not even bothering to look at the redhead as you walk by.

“You know your mother will be upset if she gets home and you're not down here.” Natasha catches your arm as you walk by, tugging you to stop. “I know you're mad at me, but please, just sit down. I’ll be gone as soon as the movie's over.”

“I said don't touch me!” You grit your teeth together, pulling your arm from Natasha's grasp. “You know? You know!” Tears start to sting at your eyes because you didn't want to do this tonight. You assumed the redhead would be ‘too busy with work’ to come and that you’d be able to spend the night in the comfort of your mother's arms, trying to forget about the ache in your chest. You assumed you wouldn't come home and have the smile drop from your face at the sight of the only thing you ever wanted but couldn't have standing in your kitchen.

“Y/N…” Natasha’s voice is quiet, like she's trying to coax a child out of a tantrum and it only makes you feel worse. “No, Natasha. You don't get to do this. You don't get to act like you didn't take my heart in your hands and then crush it. You don't get to act like I’m overreacting. You don't get to sit in my living room in my house and tell me what to do. You don't get to say that you know.” Your fists are clenched at your sides and you're trying your very best not to cry but it's not working.

The lump in your throat and the ache in your chest are all consuming and you can't help the tears that fall down your cheeks. “What is it that you think you know? Do you know that I spend every waking moment thinking about the way you said ‘I don't think this is working’? And that I dream about it too? What do you know Natasha?”

“Baby, I—”

“No! No, you don't get to call me that, you don't.” You wipe at the tears on your cheeks, trying to stop them before your mother gets home. “I have to– I can't be here, just… just say I went to Kate’s. I have to go.” You don't notice Natasha standing or walking towards you in your rush to leave until she's tugging on your shoulder to turn you around.

“Stop, stop! Just stop okay? Let me talk.” You open your mouth to speak and Natasha holds her hands up, “no more touching, you're right, I’m sorry. Just let me talk, please.” You take a shuddering breath and then nod, wrapping your arms around yourself as if attempting to shield yourself from whatever weapons Natasha had.

“I shouldn't have ended things, not like that.” Your gaze dropping to the ground makes her realize her mistake and she curses under her breath, running a hand through her hair. “That came out… wrong. I shouldn't have ended things at all. I should have talked to you, I should have talked to Wanda, I should have done anything but that and I’m sorry.”

Natasha looks toward the front door when she hears a car pull into the driveway and she braces herself for what's going to happen in only a few minutes. “I love you and I want things to work, okay? I was…” she takes a breath, “I was scared to lose both you and Wanda if she ever found out. We’re not.. I’m a lot older than you and I don't know how Wanda would react if she found out. You're right, I didn't know what I said I did, but if you're willing to let me fix this, I can tell you that I do know one thing. I know that I love you. Your mom might kill me when she finds out, but I think that's a chance I’m willing to take. What do you think?”

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ღKirishima with an emo gf

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Kirishima is without a doubt the least judgemental person you could ever meet. He´s a sweetheart to everyone, no matter the style. He has no reason to judge you as long as you vibrate good vibes.

If anything, he´s curious to learn more about cultures and styles he may not know much about. So, when you first appeared in class, his interest was instantly piqued. You stand out from the rest in such a unique way, and Kirishima loves that.

Being the social butterfly that he is, he didn´t waste a single second to sit down next to you and chat your ears off.

"Hey! You have a really cool style. What´s your name?"

The warm smile on his lips is hard to ignore. How could you turn down such a sweet-looking boy when he´s looking at you like you placed the stars in the sky?

From then on it was a smooth slope. Kirishima truly isn´t a hard person to get along with. His desire to always learn about your style and the things you like always warms your heart. Though I´m sure back in his early teens, he hadn´t strayed too far from an emo phase.

He had a slight alternative phase and although it´s not the same, there were things he was slightly familiar with, to your pleasant surprise. This turned out to be just one more reason to bring you close.

You had grown so used to each other's presence that you didn´t realize just how often you spent time together. You sit next to each other in class, to everyone else's dismay because Kirshima does not shut up when he´s around you. Your afternoons consist of training or studying with him or relaxing in each other's dorm room. It´s a common view to see one and the other tagging along. So much so that when one of you was missing, people would ask why you´re not together.

But this is all so natural in the intimacy of your friendship with him. People may not understand why you´re together so much, but why should their opinions stop you? Only when someone confused you for a couple did you begin to think differently. You´d be lying if you hadn´t thought about him in that way before. And he did too, but you would never admit that to each other.

It wasn´t until you were badly injured after an encounter with the LOV that Kirishima realized he had to stop being a coward. He had grown so used to the comfortable routine you had created. His doubts kept him from taking things a step further. Because it´s better to have a little less than nothing at all. Seeing your injured state was a slap in the face for him. He needs to be honest about how he feels.

The door creaks open. You can barely turn your head, but you don´t miss the familiar redhead. His presence is like a soothing balm, a comforting sensation that erases the loneliness of the hospital room.

"Hey" His voice is soft. How it always is when he´s with you.

"Hi" With a few large steps, he´s on the bedside, wrapping a warm hand over your own.

"How´re you feeling?" He asks though he knows the answer. "Like I got hit by a train" The silence that hangs in the air after he chuckles is strange. Usually, it´s comforting and relaxed. Now it´s tense, like one of you is waiting for the other to say something. To take that next step. Kirishima is the first one to break the silence. He´s there for a reason, he might as well get it done with.

"Listen Y/n, I want to tell you something" Your mouth opens, but before you can get a word out, he´s cutting you off.

"I like you. A lot. And I´m sure you know that because I´m obvious about how I feel and I should have told you long ago but I got so freaked out and seeing you get injured so badly made me so scared and-"

Your warm hand cupping his cheek cuts off the anxious ramble he was on, forcing him to stop and breathe. He looks at you in surprise, unsure of what to do.

"I like you too you idiot"

He couldn´t possibly be happier than that. Not when he has his girl. His girl. God he could get used to saying that.

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍: Praise Kink w/ MILF!Wanda Maximoff

a/n: okay y'all listen, this is kind of a dark fic but not really? still, i would read with a little bit of caution if you're sensitive to cheating. GUYS. you CANNOT blame me for the choices i made in this fic!!! this is pure fiction and i don't condone this AT ALL.

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The air was tense as Wanda bid her husband farewell, a loving smile on her face as she kissed his cheek and sent him on his way. But you knew better, even from where you stood in the kitchen, washing the dishes in the sink.

You were the boys' babysitter, though they weren't home seeing as though you just took them to their sports practices. Vision didn't find it strange that even though the kids weren't at home that you and Wanda hungout with each other. In fact, he rather found it a good thing seeing as though he worked a lot and his wife got the extra help.

And a good thing it was indeed.

After he finally left, the house was quiet, the only thing you could hear was the delicate noise of Wanda's flat covered feet padding over to stand behind you. Her energy was dark and intense, like a predator stalking it's prey. Her hands rested on your hips as she kissed up the side of your neck, pressing her lips against your pulse point.

Your head fell to the side, a pleasurable sigh slipping from between your lips. Your scrubbing paused, indulging in the redhead's affections.

"I missed you, darling." She whispered into the shell of your ear. Her dainty hands trailed up the front of your plush body, undoing the button of your jeans to slip it inside the band of your panties. A gasp tumbled from your lips when the pads of her fingers met your damp slit.

"Ah— I-I missed you too." You breathed out.

Her fingers descended towards your clit where she drew tight circles around it. Your hips lurched forwards and her kisses on your naked skin grew harsher, playfully nibbling on your earlobe.

"Gah! Fuck!" You cried. Your hands now rested on the edge of the counter where the sink was built into, your digits digging into the marble and metal basin.

The first finger of a very long night ahead of you penetrated your entrance. It felt like their air had been stolen out of your lungs as she massaged the sensitive padding of your g-spot.

Her praise only came when you clenched around her, sucking her in further until she had no choice but to enter a second.

"Good girl." She purred. "You're taking my fingers so well." You mewled when she put her thumb on your clit, but now she drew intelligible shapes and swirls on it. With every press of her pad drew you closer to your orgasm.

"I can already imagine how fucking dirty you look right now." She swore. You could hear the smirk on her pretty red lips, which was now probably smeared all over your neck. "Letting me fuck you open in my kitchen, mhm." She tsked.

"Wanda…" You whined in embarrassment, even though it came out more like a huff. "It's okay, baby." She teased. You squeezed your eyes shut, the familiar coil of pleasure threatening to snap in your gut.

"Cum for me, my sweet girl. I want to you feel cream all over my fingers."

With one last cry, and a few helpless grinds against her hand, you came. It was like there was an extra layer of pleasure that washed over you, and because your eyes were closed, you couldn't see the fact that Wanda was using her abilities to enhance your orgasm.

"Wanda, Wanda, Wanda…" You babbled, your legs quivering and clit throbbing in overstimulation.

She removed her fingers only to rub up and down your slit, smearing your cum and arousal all over your mound.

As you came down from your high, you felt her puffs of air hitting your ear.

"Don't get too tired, honey. We still have that new toy to try."

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[moonlight-prose]

accidentally staring a bit too long at their lips w/ fritz bestie please i am begging he has kissable lips 😩

EARTH ANGEL

a/n: because manny jacinto is finally showing up my dash constantly, i felt like i had to write something for the one and only fritz. this is courtesy of us just screaming about him. a nonstop convo about how beautiful he is. also cause top gun summer 3.0 is necessary when the weather hits 90 and you want to crawl out of your skin. this is unedited and beta read by you babes.

summary: what does it mean to belong to someone? to be stuck in their gravitational pull, to feel that cosmic connection that makes breathing difficult when they were away.

OR a dance, a song, and the aspect of forever all leads to one conclusion. falling in love with fritz was inevitable.

word count: 3.2k+

pairing: bill ‘fritz’ avalone x f!reader

warnings: so much fluff it’s scary, romance, the hopefulness of two hopeless romantics, fluff, flirty vibes from our man fritz, he's obsessed it's so cute, the good gooey feelings that make people do stupid things for love.

Celebratory cheers bounced off the walls as you did your best not to get knocked on your ass. People crowded the bar, beer in their hands and requests for more flying off their lips. And you did what you could to sink into the corner. Away from those that were already on the road to slurring their words given the demeanor of the setting. People were floating on cloud nine. Over the damn moon as the mission they stressed over suddenly became a success.

The condensation dripped onto your hand, slipping down your wrist when you took a sip. You should have wiped it away on your sundress, but the scene before you distracted every one of your senses. Rooster was three beers in, a shot of something amber beside him, as he sang at the top of his lungs. His fingers danced over the keys.

Surprising given that he was tipping over the piano, his eyes glazed and gleaming. A group of pilots you tried to make sense of practically fell beside him, their voices shouting above the others. The serenity of bliss drawn on their faces. You figured they were the ones who'd accomplished the job.

"Can I buy you a drink honey?" The drunken slur of a pilot tripping his way towards you nearly threw you off, but with a tip of your beer and a lazy smile you watched him accept defeat. His eyes already set to a redhead seated at the bar - her gaze locked on him with a hunger you only felt for one man.

"You shouldn't hide away," Phoenix called, sliding into the corner with you, two beer necks wrapped in each hand. Another round to kill the stress of the day—to remember they weren't just pilots.

You grinned. "Who says I'm hiding?"

A quirk of her eyebrow and a murmured mhm called you out faster than you anticipated. Hiding wasn't the prerogative. If you had another beer in your system, you'd be sitting by Rooster attempting to match his note for one of your own. But celebration wasn't to be had if the one you were waiting for hadn't waltzed through the door yet. His friends trailing behind him, wolf whistles traded for smirks from pretty women at the bar.

"He'll be here soon," she said, nodding towards the door. "Mav kept them longer than usual."

"Who says I'm waiting for someone?"

She laughed, a shrug thrown your way as she meandered through the mess of rowdy pilots. "Who says you're not?"

Any other pilot would have figured you wanted away from the noise, any of them wouldn't have seen how your eyes fell to the door whenever it swung open. But Phoenix...she could see the faint emotion that shone in your eyes. She saw how you laughed a bit harder in his presence, how he actually talked longer, how your hands brushed when you thought no one was looking. You were an open book, and Phoenix was rapidly turning the pages to see how this particular story came to an end.

"Phoenix—"

The call fell on deaf ears as she rejoined her boys. A seat procured for her by the pool table within seconds. They may give her shit left and right, but you caught the way respect bled from their hearts when she entered the scene. A comradery that left even you breathless.

They'd die for each other.

They nearly had.

You nearly wondered what that felt like: being so in tune with someone your whole body lit up when they entered a room. Yet the echo of the door swinging open—a cheer of a voice you recognized - yanked the breath from your lungs. Seconds passed like hours, and the hair on the back of your neck stood to attention, as you turned. Already searching the crowd for that someone—the other half of your cosmic connection.

If you had a favorite color before catching sight of his eyes, you couldn't remember it. The inclination of your favorite song was diminished the second his laughter fell upon your senses. You suddenly couldn't recall a day where you didn't breathe for him, where your life didn't hold meaning unless you shared a smile and said hello. He'd become the sun, and you found you didn't mind being dragged into his gravitational pull. As long as you could orbit around him without end.

"Penny!" Harvard yelled over the noise of Rooster doing encore number three of Great Balls of Fire. "Three beers please and thank you!"

You smiled into your beer, the bitter flavor flooding your taste buds as a third member of the dynamic duo appeared in their midst. His head turning, eyes flicking through the throng of people, as he searched rapidly. He smiled at Yale, nodded his head at a woman who rammed into him, and finally caught your gaze with a deep exhale.

And suddenly...you could breathe properly again.

He mumbled his farewells, snuck the beer off the counter, and slipped quietly towards you.

People believed he remained silent because Harvard and Yale were loud enough for him. You found he had plenty to say. As long as someone was willing to listen. If it were up to you, he'd never stop talking. Simply so you could hear the deep echo of his voice on a constant loop. Your favorite tune, ever since he caught your eye at basic training. The question of an empty chair beside you suddenly turning into so much more.

"You're still in your flight suit," you said, hoping the light airiness of your voice was enough to avoid thinking about how your skin turned hot the second he showed up.

When it came to Fritz...you became aware of yourself in a way that didn't exist. How you moved, how you spoke.

Before him you were in darkness. He simply figured out how to turn on the switch and allow light in.

"Yeah," he let out another breath, sipping at his beer. You tracked the drip of condensation that fell on his neck, your stomach twisting at the sight. "We got the ritual speech of why we didn't go. You know the one."

"Ah. The I'm sorry but you're still a great pilot speech."

He smiled and the ground vanished beneath you. "That exact one actually."

"I'm sure he...added a cherry on top of the bullshit."

Fritz choked, laughter spilling from his lips like a contagion you longed to catch. When he felt joy, you partook. When he laughed, you couldn't help yourself. He was an addiction. The reason why you even came to San Diego in the first place.

Whether he knew that was a different story altogether.

"I'm guessing you made it out early." His eyes fell to your white sundress, red flowers sprinkled along the near sheer fabric. "Nice dress," he mumbled into his drink, eyes a bit darker than before as they trailed upwards, stopping briefly at the way it was pulled into a tie above your breasts.

You'd done it into a mess of a bow, hoping the look didn't resemble too much of a present. His gaze barely came up to your eyes before falling again, transfixed by the sight. And you found you didn't mind if he unwrapped you with the same glee as a kid on his birthday. You wanted him to.

"Thanks," you replied softly, the quick echo of your heart deafening against the noise of the bar.

Rooster's name was being chanted like a prayer, his body shimmying and swaying as he began to start up another round of the same song. People were more than happy to sing along with him. Until the familiar hum of the jukebox prickled in the air, a slow song blaring from the speakers. You leaned up on your toes, eyes catching the sight of Hangman appearing from the back of it with a glare on his face. His middle finger directed towards a half drunk Rooster; who met him with a finger of his own.

"Serves Rooster right," you began, turning back to Fritz with a flutter of your skirt. "That would have been number four."

He snorted. "Only Rooster wouldn't get hit for that."

"Oh I'm pretty sure Hangman was five seconds away from it."

The Penguins crooned softly as people began to calm slightly, dispersing to tables and disappearing out the back towards the firepit. And you stood there silently with Fritz, your beer now tepid and disgusting. If you had the chance, you'd have asked him to head out to the firepit, but he turned back towards the bar. Probably for one more drink.

"Right." You pulled at the skirt of your dress.

You wanted to play it back, say something entirely different. Ask him to join you by the fire pit with another beer in his right hand and your palm in his left. But the words were stuck like molasses in the back of your throat, fighting against release. Phoenix was begrudgingly dancing with Bob, her lips refusing a smile that you knew lingered beneath the surface. And Fanboy sat beside Payback, crooning the lyrics as best they could.

The temptation to join them pulled at your chest, an echo of that yearning for comradery appearing again. Perhaps if you asked Fritz he'd say yes. You could follow their lead, enjoy the night before you went your separate ways once more.

You could pretend to be whole for one night.

And life would feel worth living.

"Hey Avalone—" You were stopped short by the sight of his hand stretched towards yours, his lips in a small smile that screamed hope. That pleaded for an answer to this unspoken question.

Like the rest of them...you replied silently. With the belief that words simply weren't enough in this situation.

Slipping your hand into his, you allowed him to lead you towards the empty spot near Phoenix and Bob. Dazed and slightly worried that the singular beer you drank was affecting you more than it should. Even as the actual reason had your hand clasped tight. You wanted to ask what effect he held over you, what intangible bond he created without your knowledge. It might give you an explanation as to why you felt this way: stuck in a dream filled haze, with only his light to guide you out.

And maybe one day Fritz would tell you he gripped you so tight for fear of him tripping. Maybe he'd finally explain why he told you so much, why his body buzzed the second you walked in a room. Maybe he'd tell you that he suspected he loved you after watching you fly a jet, but knew he loved you when you nearly toppled him over playing volleyball on the beach.

But for now...he expressed what he could without words. Afraid that if he opened his mouth, he'd say the wrong ones.

With a swift turn, he tugged you closer on unsteady feet. A full smile pulling at his lips when you grasped his shoulders for balance.

He wouldn't let you fall. Not here...not in the sky as your wingman, and certainly not out of the love you felt for him. People said this emotion was fleeting. A lost fictitious hope that merely existed with words on a page, but there was no denying how his heart grew warmer when you were near. How he knew he could speak to you for hours at a time, yet never run out of things to say.

You were it.

That indescribable thing no one could give a name to.

"I didn't take you for the dancing type," you joked, swallowing around your nerves that jumped across your skin.

He stepped closer, his arm slipping around your waist. The way your chest hitched didn't go unnoticed by him; although rather than mention it, he put you out of your misery and kept speaking.

"I'm not."

"Let me guess...it's the song?"

He shrugged, swaying you into a gentle step you could follow with ease. "Well...it's not not the song."

A quick glance over told you that the Daggers were eyeing the both of you with great interest. As if you and Fritz were the entertainment they'd been searching for all night. The turning point of a love story they'd been a part of for years. The page sat ready to be turned, the final line of the novel practically burning a hole through the back cover, yet you couldn't read what it said.

"So it's...only the song?"

"No." If it were any other night, you'd be sharing a plate of nachos at a booth somewhere in the back. He'd be three stories deep into a conversation, and you'd be falling a bit harder the longer you listened.

Tonight however, he seemed—nervous.

"No?" You wanted to pry open his thoughts, see what he believed this was—what you were to him.

"If it wasn't the song? If I asked you because of something else, what would you do?" His hand clutched yours a bit tighter, the familiar callous on the base of his wrist helped keep you grounded.

"Depends on what it is." You sucked in a breath. "Will I...I've been thinking—"

"Yes?"

Your eyes met his softened gaze, the echo of an emotion you couldn't place shone in the deep brown. And you wanted to beg him to explain it to you. To tell you everything he'd never said out loud, in the hopes they mimicked what you held near and dear to your heart every day.

"Ever since I've known you...um..." Getting it out felt as if you were attempting to delicately attempt a surgery - prying them free from your chest with a chisel. "Actually since the day we met...fuck...it's not easy to say."

He tugged you a bit closer as he turned. "I know." He smiled, eyes falling to your lips, the curve of their shape, how they formed around his name. "It's not just the song. It's you."

Breathing no longer existed as the beat of your heart went haywire. Could he feel the pulse of it on your wrist? The way it bent and twisted as if leaping from your chest. You wanted to respond, tell him all the things that went unspoken, but once he found his words...they refused to go unheard.

"It's always been you. I should have told you before tonight. Believe me—I wanted to. You have no idea how much I wanted to tell you." He let out a soft breathy laugh and you could practically taste his words on your tongue. "And I think you knew."

"Will..." Your teeth sunk into the flesh of your bottom lip, eyes falling to his as the words you longed to hear finally left them.

"I love you." The sting of tears burned your eyes, your hand clutching his shoulder harder as he kept going. "Since the first day." He laughed nervously and an image of him, you, and a house flashed through your mind. "Well actually. The day you knocked me on my ass playing volleyball is when I knew for sure."

"Yeah?" you murmured, fighting back the stream of tears.

He seemed to catch how the light illuminated them, his hand slipping from yours to cup your cheek. "Yeah. Only my girl could be that competitive."

His girl.

The story was written the day you greeted him with a smile. The ending inscribed into your futures with permanent ink, carved into the rock of your headstones. And you could see it now—the familiar dip in the road that matched his perfectly. Falling in love with Fritz was always in the cards. A play you had no choice but to make.

He was your forever the second you shared the same oxygen.

"Fritz..."

He smiled, thumb running across the apple of your cheek. "Yeah baby?"

Chills ran down your spine as heat spilled into your stomach. The polarity of the two nearly toppled you to the ground, but he held you tight. Unwilling to let you go.

The song was slowly coming to the final chorus—the noise of the bar didn't register to your ears anymore as you hung onto his every word. Desperate for him to say those three words over and over and over. Until he lost all the breath in his lungs.

"I hope you know I love you."

His lips pulled into a smile that held your attention in its grasp. What you wouldn't give to see that every morning and night. To be the sole reason why something so beautiful appeared. He smiled and you felt the gravity beneath your feet give way, your stomach bursting to life with a flurry of butterflies.

"I should have said it before this mission. Or even a year ago. But I was scared you didn't feel the same wa—"

With a soft chuckle, he dipped down slightly, catching your lips with his softly. And every thought, every explanation you could give him, died on your tongue. He was gentle with you, as if this was a new version of the dance you'd shared throughout the years. The steps, familiar yet foreign enough to trip you up. It wasn't until you sucked in a sharp breath through your nose, your hand finding its way to the hair on the base of his neck, did the hesitation fall away.

He itched to haul you to his chest and properly kiss you. But the burn of eyes prickled along his back. There was an audience, witnesses to the first step into your future, and Fritz felt himself tense slightly. If he had a choice, he'd show you how long he wanted this. How he ached for this.

He'd make up for lost time.

The song filtered to an end, a new one he couldn't place starting up. He refused to pull away.

With a sigh, you melted into his hold, a noise echoing in the back of your throat as his tongue slid along yours. The tang of his beer mixing with yours. He kissed you with the promise of more, the knowledge that tonight you'd take his hand and follow him home. You felt his hand bunch the skirt at your back, fingers digging into your waist, and you moaned softly—desperate for his skin to sear yours.

"Get a room, lovebirds!" Hangman shouted, leaning against the jukebox beer in hand. Yet he let the quarter in his hand slide through the slot, another love song clicking to life as he complained with a smile.

Fritz jolted back, his lips swollen and vibrating. He could still taste you on his tongue, still hear the echo of your moan in his head. You looked dazed, almost lovestruck. And suddenly he understood what it really meant to be hungry.

"Remind me to thank Hangman later," he mumbled against your lips, addicted to the way they curved beneath his.

"He'll take credit for this."

He shrugged. "I'm okay with that."

You locked your other arm around his neck, nose brushing his as you eyed his lips. The red stain on his cheeks had your heart skipping as many beats as it could. What you wouldn't give to have a picture of him like this. Stuck in a haze of love that you put him in.

With a stupefied grin, you felt him start to lead you through the next dance. The steps perfectly in tune with his—as it was always meant to be. "So am I."

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The Babysitter (20)

Is Someone Jealous?

MILF Wanda Maximoff X Reader 18+

Summary: In need of money and a way to escape the problems at home, you get a job babysitting two lovely boys named Billy and Tommy Maximoff. What happens when you start to feel things you shouldn't for their mother? Will it bloom into love or leave you heartbroken?

A/N- I would just like to say that there will be some sensitive issues in this story such as alcoholism, homophobia, anxiety as well as more mature content such as smut so, if you continue to read this, please consider this warning.

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Is Someone Jealous?

"Fuck college."

Natasha's head snapped up at your annoyed tone, a chuckle leaving her lips at the way you flopped into the chair opposite her, closing your eyes and groaning at the way your back hit the chair.

"Hello to you too," she teases, putting down her pen and watching you intently, your eyes fluttering open to see her amused green. "What's got you so moody?"

"College," you grumble, Natasha rolling her eyes at your obvious answer, her foot kicking yours under the table to make you look back at her and answer her properly. "It's just stressing me out. We have our mocks in a few weeks and all the teachers want to do is set us work that isn't going to be on any of the tests," you sigh out, leaning your back against the plastic chair, grimacing at how uncomfortable they were.

Natasha offers you a sympathetic look, closing up her workbook and turning all of her attention to you, a small smile playing on her lips.

"Fuck College," she repeats, making you laugh as she stretches, her back cracking satisfyingly after being hunched over a text book for the last hour or so, waiting for you to finish your class.

You both sat in a comfortable silence after that, your mind planning everything you needed to do to make sure you had enough time to do all your work and revision with breaks so you didn't burn out. The peaceful atmosphere was interrupted by your phone going off, the annoyed frown disappearing once having read the name at the top of the screen, a knowing and teasing smile tugging at the corner of the redhead's lips.

"I wonder who that could be," she chuckles out before taking a sip of her coffee, peering over the rim of the cup to watch you roll your eyes at her words, lifting the phone to your ear.

"Hey Detka," Wanda says in a rather quick tone, stress evident in her tone even through the phone.

"Hey, what's up?" you ask, noticing her displeased mood and irritated sigh leaving her lips.

"I'm currently back in the office and will be for a while," she explains, "Some idiot messed up one of the biggest deals of the year so I'm having to fix their fuck up."  You can tell she's extremely pissed by the way she curses under her breath at the person, the sound of people frantically working in the background briefly audible. "I don't think I'm going to be able to pick the twins up today, is there any chance you could? If not, I can call Pepper or Hope asking them if they could watch them."

"I can pick them up don't worry," you can hear the sigh of relief from her, smiling a little as you could imagine her biting her lip anxiously as she awaited your response. "I need to be there by three right?"

"Yeah, you'll see Pepper most likely there so just follow her to where you meet the boys, I'll message her and let her know to look out for you," you check the time and note you have plenty of time to get there, mostly likely going to persuade the woman opposite you to give you a lift. "I have to go now Detka so I will see you later," the sound of shuffling can be heard over the phone, the sound of someone directing her towards a meeting room indicating where she was going, "Thank you for doing this Dorogaya."

"No problem," you say genuinely, not minding in the slightest that you would have to get the twins, "Don't overwork yourself please and take care."

"I can't make any promises," she chuckles out, finding the way you care for her endearing, helping relax her nerves a little, "Bye Detka."

"Bye," you say just before she hangs up, Natasha grinning at you, teasing comments at the tip of her tongue. "Don't even start," you warn with a faux serious tone, the smile unable to be wiped off your face.

"Don't what?" she innocently says, "Tease you about being so in love? I would never," sarcasm drips from her tone, a laugh escaping you at that. "What was that about?"

"Wanda is stuck at work so I'm in charge of picking the twins up," you explain, "I need to be there by three..." she can guess where you're heading by the tone of voice, shaking her head playfully at you.

"Let me guess, someone would like a lift," she raises her brow knowingly at you, your shoulders shrugging nonchalantly.

"I mean if you're offering," your tone is cheeky, making her laugh once more, finishing the rest of her coffee and placing it down.

"You're unbelievable," she grumbles, packing up her things while you mentally cheer at not having to get on the bus, knowing how busy they would be after class.

"You still love me though," you joke as she grabs her bag, walking with you out of the café towards where her car is.

"Yeah, yeah," she agrees begrudgingly in a humorous tone, "Just get in the car."

***

"Thank you my chauffeur," you taunt as Natasha pulls up on the side of the road near the school, her brow raising at the teasing nickname.

"I'll start charging you for lifts if you push it," she warns, clearly joking as you unbuckle your seatbelt, pretending as if you didn't hear that comment, her laughing at your little smirk.

"Bye Nat," you say sweetly, grabbing your bag from the bag and shutting the door, waving to her as she drives off. You chuckle when she shows you the middle finger while moving away, a parent giving you a stern look as you accidentally make eye contact, looking away quickly in search of Pepper. You walk further down towards the gate and see a familiar bun of ginger hair strolling towards her.

When you get closer, you see her talking to Hope, the older woman noticing you and motioning for you to come closer to them, a shy smile taking over your face.

"Hi," you greet a little timidly, feeling strange talking to these women without Wanda or any children.

"Hello Y/n," Pepper greets, Hope doing the same. "The boys will be out in a few minutes," you nod to her words, pulling your bag tighter on your shoulders, occasionally glancing over to the other women, unsure if you should start a conversation. Pepper, however, decides for you, "How was college today? Was Tony being his usual charming self?" She asks and you shyly smile at her, not sure whether you should tell her your current opinion on her husband for setting more work.

"I'm not sure you should ask me about your husband at the moment," you chuckle out, your hand going to the back of your neck in a nervous manner. "College was... stressful but it's nothing I can't do." She gives you a warm smile, understanding how hard A-Levels were.

"I'm sure you'll be fine," she encourages, "and if Tony annoys you, just tell me, I'll set him straight," she adds with a laugh, you chuckling along as well.

"Well in that case," you dramatically move your hand up, as if counting on your fingers the amount of times he's annoyed you, the older woman letting out a breathless laugh before moving to follow the other parents into the playground, the kids being released now.

You follow her and the other parents, an impressed smile on your face at how interesting and fun the playground looked. Why did schools improve their facilities once you left? Where was your cool playground?

The sound of excitable twins snapped you out of your reminiscent thoughts of primary school, a wide smile stretching across your face as they ran up to you. Their small bodies collided with yours, a few parents watching with endearing smiles, a teacher also noticing the interaction and watching closely.

"Hey Mini Maximoffs," you greet, ruffling Tommy's hair and squeezing Billy's shoulder as you knew he didn't like his hair being played with. "How was school?"

"Boring."

"Interesting."

You laughed at the contrasting answers, them quickly starting with their favourite activity of asking as many questions as possible.

"How come you're here?" Billy asks in a confused tone, not that he minded you picking them based on the fact his body practically buzzed with excitement upon seeing you. Tommy then turned his head to you, also intrigued in knowing the answer.

"Well, your mom got caught up with work so it's going to be us for the majority of tonight," you say, them sad their mom wasn't going to be home for a while before Tommy spoke again.

"Does this mean we can have pizza for dinner?" There was a cheeky grin on his face, a small chuckle leaving you at how quickly he proposed the idea of junk food.

"That all depends on whether you two do all your school work," you say, ruffling his hair once more to tease him, a giggle escaping him when you go to tickle him. Billy giggles as well at seeing his brother being 'tortured' as he phrased it, you relenting on your tickle attack when a blonde woman approached you.

"Miss Danvers," Tommy excitedly greeted, wriggling out of your hold and looking back at you, "This is Y/n." A look of realisation washes over her face, a soft, gentle smile taking over her at the boy's energetic state. Her light brown eyes meet yours before briefly looking up and down your body, a confused smile on your face at what was going on.

"Oh so you're the infamous Y/n," she says in a teasing tone, a blush forming on your cheeks at her knowing who you were. "The twins won't stop going on about how much they love you," she continues, a nervous laugh escaping you at the idea of them talking about you to someone else.

"I hope you've heard good things," you say with a shy tone, her hands resting on the boys shoulders as she steps closer.

"I've heard many things, most of them good," she says with a grin, looking at the twins who just laugh along.

"Most?" your gaze goes to the boys who look away sheepishly, you rolling your eyes hoping the bad things were just embarrassing stories.

"Nothing bad I assure you," her tone genuine before she looks around, searching for Wanda. "Is Wanda not here?" she asks you, the boys going off to say goodbye to their friends briefly.

"No, she's currently held up at work so she asked if I could pick them up," you explain, understanding that she was checking the twins were going to be safe. After all, you were a stranger to this woman.

"Normally, she would have to inform the school that someone else was picking them up, especially someone who's not on the system," you nod along, hoping that she'd let you take them as you didn't want to have to call Wanda and interrupt her while she was stressed. "But, as I can clearly see they know you, I will let you take them home this once. Next time you need to be down on the system," you let out a sigh of relief, the boys coming back so Miss Danvers could double check they know you and are comfortable with you.

"Thank you," your tone grateful as you start to walk off with the twins, her calling your name making you stop.

"Before you go, I need your phone number for the system," she says, pulling out her phone which you furrow your brows at.

"Um yeah sure it's," you tell her your number, watching as she types it into her phone. You assume she was just typing it into her notes, not too sure whether she would be allowed to just take your number like that.

"And your last name?" You tell her your full name, her smiling at you as you wait with the twins. "A pretty name for a pretty girl, isn't that right boys?" she says, making your face redden, the boys laughing at the pink tainting your cheek and agreeing with their teacher. "I'll let you three get off now," the boys wave at her before starting to walk ahead, you waiting a moment as Miss Danvers motions to speak with you "I hope to see you more often Y/n."

You offer a small smile, still a little confused at the way she's looking at you and nod your head. "You too Miss Danvers," you say to be polite, her lips pulling up into a smile at your formalities.

"Carol is fine," you just offer another shy smile before saying goodbye to her, walking a little faster to catch up to the twins who tease you, saying how Miss Danvers likes you, making you threaten them with salad for dinner which quickly shuts them up on the walk home.

***

Taking the empty plates into the kitchen that definitely did not have pizza on them, you placed them into the sink and checked your phone to see Wanda still hadn't replied to your message. You understood she was busy so you paid little attention to the lack of contact, deciding to busy yourself with cleaning up while the twins did whatever they wished in the living room. Well, it seemed Tommy was doing whatever as Billy timidly walked into the kitchen, a smile forming on your face before it turned into a frown at his unhappy state.

"Hey what's wrong?" you asked as you moved to sit next to him at the kitchen island, your hand soothingly rubbing up and down his back as he seemed to be anxious.

"Nothing," he mumbled, avoiding eye contact to further emphasise that something was definitely wrong.

"You are a terrible liar Mr Maximoff," you say in a light-hearted tone to try and cheer him up, letting your shoulder playfully nudge him as you let him build confidence on what he wants to say.

"It's just about what Mom said when we got back from Grandma's," his tone quiet as you understand what he was referring to. Sticking to your promise to Wanda, you stayed with her as she told the twins that her and Vision were no longer together, explaining to them that it was the best for everyone as sometimes people just fall out of love. "Will... Will Mom fall out of love with us too? Like she did with Dad?"

Your heart breaks at his disheartened tone, his eyes peering up into yours for an answer. You offer him a soft gentle smile, wrapping your arms around him and bringing him in for a hug.

"No," you say without hesitation, making it clear to him she won't, "Your mom will always love you, no matter what." Billy listens attentively as you continue, "Your mom loves you two more than anything in the world, you know that right?" He nods his head quickly, knowing how much she adored them both. "There's a special place in her heart where you two belong, where nothing can taint her love for you both, I promise you."

"I never want her to fall out of love with us," he whispers and you pull him closer, squeezing his body gently in your arms while you prop your head on his.

"She won't because you and your brother are the most important things in the world to her, she would do anything to keep you both happy," you say truthfully, knowing the amount of love she harbours for her children.

"I want to make her happy too," he mutters, making you smile at how much he was like his mother.

"You make her happy," you stick your finger into his chest to emphasise your point. "As long as you behave and eat all your vegetables," you tease at the end, making him laugh, him wriggling out of your grip to sit next to you again, leaning his head on your shoulder.

"All of my vegetables?" he asks, making you chuckle at his disgusted tone of voice at having to eat all of his greens.

"Mhmm all of them," you hum out, him groaning a little before letting the two of you sit in a comfortable silence for a moment.

"Thank you," he softly says while moving to get up and join his brother in the other room, who was busy watching whatever cartoons kids nowadays watch.

"You're welcome and remember you can come to me whenever you need, I'm here for you too," his smile stretches at that before he goes and runs off to join Tommy.

Once you're left alone in the kitchen, you get back to washing the dishes, letting your thoughts wander to random places while you scrub the plates and glasses, only snapping out of them when the sound of the front door opening can be heard. The sound of the twin's excitable noises indicates it's Wanda, a small smile subconsciously sneaking onto your face at the thought of the older woman.

You quickly dry your hands and the final plate, placing it back in the cupboard before making your way through the house to the living room where the other three were. You pause in your tracks, leaning against the door frame as you visibly see the tension and stress of work leaving Wanda's body as she listens to the twin's ramble. A smile is engraved on her face as she lets her hands wrap around both of their shoulders pulling them closer as she lets them do all the talking, occasionally acting shocked and surprised to keep them entertained.

"Y/n also picked us up today which was so cool," Tommy says when he notices you, Wanda's green eyes flickering over to you with an enamoured glint in them. Her features soften when her gaze meets yours, your smile growing a little as you walk over to them and sit in the armchair next to the sofa they were on.

"Oh did she?" Wanda says in a surprised and amused tone, the boys nodding energetically.

"Yeah and she got all nervous with Miss Danvers, it was so funny," Tommy added, making you pull a face, Wanda's brow raising as she turns to look at you.

"And she went all red when Miss Danvers called her pretty," Billy said, the two of them digging your grave as you could see Wanda's jaw clenching.

"I think Miss Danvers likes Y/n," Tommy expresses his thoughts out loud making you wish a hole would come and swallow you up, Wanda's eyes darkening as she looks at you.

"They would be cute together," Billy then adds and holy fuck kids don't have filters.

"It doesn't matter because I do not like Carol," you say, grimacing as you know you've just fucked up.

"Carol?"  Wanda then speaks up, you nervously swallowing from across the sofa.

"Miss Danvers," you quickly correct but that doesn't stop Wanda from looking at you with an indecipherable look in her eyes.

"Y/n even gave Miss her number-"

"For the system," you interrupt Tommy, praying whatever trick the universe was currently playing on you to be over. "I had to give the school my number so they could confirm I'm allowed to pick the boys up," you explain and Wanda merely hums in response.

The twins carry on their rambling, Wanda only stopping them once it was time for bed, ushering them to go and brush their teeth. You follow them up, watching as Wanda tucks them into bed, both of you wishing them goodnight before leaving, Wanda walking past you towards her room. You let her take the lead, walking behind as she sits on the bed, brushing the stray strands of hair out of her face.

You climb onto the bed behind her, wrapping your arms around her and pressing a kiss to her cheek, earning no reaction from her.

"I missed you," you murmur softly into her ear before pressing another soft kiss to her cheek, then letting your head rest on her shoulder as she still doesn't respond. You frown at her lack of responsiveness, thinking as to why when your phone goes off, a notification from Natasha.

"Was that Carol?" she mutters in annoyance and it clicks. She's jealous.

"Is someone jealous?" you tease instead of answering her, Wanda moving around in your arms so she's facing you. Her lips ghost yours, heat coursing through your body at the sultry look in her eyes.

"Do I have a reason to be?" she rasps out, her eyes searching yours as you lean forwards, your lips brushing hers briefly.

"No," you whisper, "Never." Her body relaxes at that but you continue your teasing, "But just because you don't have a reason to be, doesn't mean your not jealous," your fingers tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, smirking at the older woman who just lets you continue teasing her, you being unaware of where her thoughts were heading.

"I'm not jealous," she murmurs back, manoeuvring around so that she could pull you into her lap, your arms loosely wrapping around the back of her neck, fingers playing with the baby hairs there. "To be jealous implies I want something someone else has, I have what I want," you raise your brow at that, letting your lips meet softly before pulling back, further digging your own grave.

"So you wouldn't mind if I replied to Carol," It was probably unfair to tease and torment Wanda after the day she had but, if you were being honest, you wouldn't have minded if she wanted to take her frustrations out on you. "Tell her I can't wait to see her again when I next pick the boys up-"

Wanda's lips roughly met yours, one of her hands cupping your face while the other threaded through your hair, tugging on it to guide your head where she wanted it. Her tongue effortlessly slipped into your mouth, causing you to moan lewdly at the feeling of it against yours, dominating the kiss while she moved the two of you, guiding you onto your back. The hand that was cupping your cheek travelled lower, trailing down your jaw and along your neck before resting at the base of it, applying a minimal amount of pressure as she gauged your reactions.

Your eyes were the darkest she'd ever seen, your lips kiss swollen as you panted beneath her, watching her with submission swirling in your eyes. She smirked at your reaction, applying a little more pressure making you groan, her head tilting as she admired the sight of you under her.

"If you want to act like a brat Detka, I'll treat you like a brat," she husks out, accent slipping into her words as she gazes into your eyes lustfully. Your breath hitches at her words, arousal pooling between your legs as fuck, you don't think you've ever been as turned on as you are now. "Not so talkative now, are you Detka?" she sinisterly chuckles out in a low tone, revelling in the power she holds over you. Your mouth opens and closes, her daring you to continue teasing her, deciding on the safer option of staying quiet.

She leans forwards and claims your lips again, moving her knee to slot in between your legs making you moan into the kiss, your hands going to her hair when she grabs your wrists and places them firmly above your head. One of her hands remains pinning your hands while the other supports her body as she hovers over you, smiling down at you and meeting your lips softly this time, letting you adjust to the shift in dynamics. It was clear Wanda was always going to be the dominant one but for her to actually be so dominant with you, she wanted to make sure you were alright.

"Have you ever heard of the colour system for safe words, Detka?" she murmurs, the feeling of her lips against your skin burning, needing to feel her closer.

"Yes," you sigh out in a ragged breath, both nervous and excited about where this was going as she pulled back from peppering your neck in kisses. Her free hand tilts your head up by placing a finger under your chin, your heart beating wildly in your chest as she bites down on her lower lip, the sight not helping with your arousal.

"Tell me what they are," she hums out, letting her thumb brush over your cheek as she awaits an answer.

"Green means I'm ok," your voice wavers as you speak, wild thoughts racing through your mind as you try and anticipate what Wanda has planned for you both, "Yellow means I want you to slow down or I want a break, and red means I want to stop completely."

"Good girl," she praises, your cheeks flushing under her intense gaze, "Would you be comfortable if we used these Detka?" You nod and she raises her eyebrow at you, "Use your words Dorogaya."

"Yes," you desperately sigh out, needing her to just touch you already. To have her body pressing into you, lips ghosting yours, was just cruel if she wasn't going to do anything about it.

"Colour?" She asks while her fingers play with the hem of your shirt, sliding under and scratching your skin gently before pulling out.

"Green, so green," she swiftly rids you of your shirt, pulling the item over your head and instructing you to keep your hands where they were before lowering her mouth to the top of your breasts.

"My beautiful girl," she mutters against you, littering your body in sensual kisses while her hands roam the exposed, soft skin. Her lips are teasing as they kiss your sensitive nipples through the fabric of your bra, a small whimper escaping you at the sight of her green peering up at you. "You're mine, aren't you?" she rasps out while letting her fingers unfasten your jeans, sliding the material down your legs with ease. You gasp at the feeling of her hands gliding up and down your inner thighs, awakening goosebumps in their tracks.

"Yes, all yours," you moan out when her hands brush your core through your soaking panties, Wanda eager to torment you.

"All mine," she murmurs, removing her hands from near your core, making you whine, silencing you with her lips as she unclasps your bra, removing the item and discarding it somewhere in the room.

Her lips travel down your neck and you think you're going mad at the way she keeps teasing you, her lips heavenly against your skin.

"Please," you whimper, Wanda looking up from where her mouth ghosts your breast, one of her hands cupping your other breast while her free hand moves to trace patterns along your inner thighs.

"Please what?" she asks in a condescending tone, her words sending a shiver down your spine while you blush at how much you enjoy her talking to you in that tone. "You have to be specific Detka, tell me what you want."

"I need you to touch me," your tone laced with submission and desperation, the older woman chuckling to herself at how needy you were already. She hadn't even started yet.

"I am touching you," she teases, pressing a soft kiss to your chest while letting her fingers pinch and pull your other nipple, a low moan escaping you.

"Please, I need more," your eyes meet hers, pleading with her to give you what you want.

"More?" she hums out, "So greedy." She takes your breast into her mouth, her tongue expertly swirling around your sensitive nipple while her hand lavishes your other breast in the same amount of attention.

You groan at the pleasurable feeling of her mouth on you, hands clasping at the sheets as you try to keep them where she told you, desperately wanting to thread them through her silky hair.

"Fuck," you sigh out when she pulls away from your chest, a string of saliva connecting form your breast to her mouth, her thumb brushing it away before she kisses at the valley between your breasts, moving down your body.

"Colour?" she murmurs against the skin of your inner thighs as she slides her fingers under the waistband of your panties, your hips bucking as you can feel her warm breath through the drenched fabric.

"Green," the words spill from your lips in a rush, Wanda smirking into your skin as she can feel your body twitching under her in anticipation.

"Be a good girl and spread your legs," she commands and you do so obediently, her body sliding comfortably between your legs as she slips the last item of clothing off your body, your arousal glistening in the light as you're dripping for her. "So wet," she whispers, almost in awe at how turned on you were, her green eyes flickering up to meet your desperate gaze, "Don't worry Dorogaya, I'll take care of you."

Her lips meet your inner thighs, her teeth gently biting on the skin to leave a mark, making you groan at the idea of being marked by her. She litters your inner thighs in marks while the pad of her index finger runs through your folds, gathering your wetness before moving to circle your clit.

"Wanda, please, I need you," she indulges in your wishes, moving her face so her tongue could lick a broad stripe along your folds, a guttural noise leaving the both of you. Your head is thrown back at the feeling of her warm and wet tongue licking your clit, her mouth gently sucking on it causing your hips to pathetically buck against her face, whimpers spilling from your lips. Wanda groans at the taste of you, her fingers teasing your entrance before she slides a long, slender digit inside you, a broken noise escaping you. "Fuck, Wanda," her name falls from your lips like a chant when she curls her finger, starting a leisurely pace of thrusting it knuckle deep inside you.

"You take my fingers so well," she purrs out when she adds another, your hands gripping onto the sheets with all your strength as you meet her eyes, the sultry look making you whine at the pleasure coursing through your body.

When her tongue swirls against your clit, her fingers relentlessly curling against your g-spot, walls clenching around her digits, Wanda knows you're about to come, a wicked smirk sneaking onto her lips as she peers up at you from her place between your legs.

"Are you close Detka?" she asks innocently, your head frantically nodding while your body squirms under her.

"So close," your voice breathless.

"If only you had been a good girl," she rasps out, placing a final kiss to your clit before moving up your body, fingers slipping out of you while her mouth meets yours to muffle the frustrated noise that was pulled from the back of your throat. "It's not fun to tease, is it Dekta?" she rasps out in a cruel tone, her eyes sparkling with amusement at your desperate form, hips bucking against her as you get over being denied.

"Please, I'm sorry, Please let me come," you beg, eyes pleading with her to touch you again.

"Brats don't get rewarded," she husks out, pressing a soft kiss to your lips as you whimper into her mouth.

"I'll be good," the pure submission radiating off your body, the needy tone of voice is enough to have Wanda's idea of edging you for a while crumbling apart, a new, significantly more pleasurable one, entering her mind. "Please let me come."

"Promise me you'll be a good girl," she murmurs, her teeth gently biting down on your lower lip, dragging it back before releasing it.

"I promise," you lean forwards to meet her lips once more, the kiss soft and intimate while her hand drifts back down your body, fingers effortlessly sliding into you.

"We're not stopping until you can't take it anymore," she whispers, your breath hitching at the idea. "Remember to use your safe words if you want to stop," she reminds, her fingers picking up their pace. It doesn't take long for her fingers to be mercilessly pumping in and out of you, her mouth muffling all the sinful noises that spilt from your lips. The palm of her hand brushes your clit, adding to the pleasure, while her fingers curl expertly inside you.

"That's it Detka, you're taking me so well, such a good girl," she whispers at the shell of your ear, a pathetic whimper leaving you at the praise.

Moans tumbled out of your mouth, quickly swallowed by the older woman, her mouth unrelenting on yours as she thrusted her fingers deep inside you, revelling in the way you clenched desperately around her.

"Come all over my fingers Detka, I know you want to," she purrs and it's almost mocking, her words quickly sending you over the edge as her mouth claims you, dampening the scream of her name that was ripped from the back of your throat. Your body shudders under hers, legs clamping over her hand as you grinded along it to ride out the aftershocks of your powerful orgasm, Wanda sticking true to her words and continuing her brutal pace.

"Fuck," you groaned out when she moved her thumb to circle your clit. "Please can I touch you," Wanda smirked into the skin of your neck when you asked for permission, still obediently listening to her earlier command.

The older woman answers you by moving her free hand up to interlock with one of your hands, letting you squeeze her hand as euphoria and arousal takes over your body. Your other hand moves to the back of her hair, tangling it in the silky locks as you groan into her mouth, her tongue sliding lewdly against yours.

"Harder, please," you whisper, your tone a little shy as your eyes flutter open to meet hers, silently begging her.

You can feel her smirking into the kiss when she increases the force between the thrusts of her fingers, a guttural noise leaving you at the action.

"Fuck, I'm going to come again," your head is thrown back, your neck exposed for her to kiss against as you tremble in her hold, pleasure crashing through your body.

Wanda can tell your feeling overstimulated by the small whimpers and whines leaving your lips as she eases her pace, slowly sliding her fingers in and out to help you ride out your orgasm, her kisses that were hungry and passionate turning softer and gentler.

"Colour?" she murmurs lovingly, her eyes searching yours for an answer.

It takes you a moment or so to answer, "Red," and she smiles at your honesty, claiming your lips once more while letting her fingers slide out.

"Good girl for being honest," she whispers, pulling away from your body and brushing some hair out of your face, watching how exhaustion creeped onto your face. "Let's get you cleaned up, then you can go to sleep, Moya Lyubov," her voice a gentle hum as you wrap your arms around her neck, trying to keep her close.

"Ok," you murmur softly, letting her guide you into the bathroom where you quickly cleaned yourself up, swiftly moving back into the bedroom and snaking your arms around her body as she joined you in bed. The feeling of the soft mattress under you, Wanda's warm body pressed against you after she had changed into light pyjamas further adding to your comfort. Her fingers lazily stroked your cheek, a soft smile engraved on her face as she watched your eyes flutter open, head resting on the pillow opposite her.

"Was that alright Dorogaya?" she whispers, your head leaning against her hand that was now cupping your cheek.

"Yeah," you sigh out truthfully, enjoying her display of dominance a lot. "I like it when you take control," your voice is a little quieter, almost timid at confessing it.

"Oh yeah?" her tone was a little teasing, "I like it too." You offer a small smile at her agreement, Wanda continuing, "I also like it when you're a good girl, not a brat," she watches your cheeks tint pink, smiling at your flustered state.

"I am good," you mumble, moving closer to her body somehow, your legs a tangle of limbs under the sheets.

"Mhmm you are," she wraps her arms around you while whispering her words, hands sliding up and down your back soothingly, "If not, maybe I'll spank your ass black and blue to get you to behave." It was a joke when Wanda initially said it but the way your cheeks darkened even more and the small hitch of your breath implied your thoughts on the matter, "You like that idea?"

"Maybe," you mumble shyly, moving your head to rest at the crook of her neck.

"We can talk about that another time," her fingers scratch softly at your scalp, lulling you to sleep while she speaks in a gentle, soothing voice. "Goodnight Detka," her lips press against your forehead, your body having already drifted off into a peaceful sleep in her warm embrace.

[princess-weasley]

request: i always think about how modern au ron would handle having a baddie gf. i feel like he attracts the type too. the type of girl who always looks her best, w a lil ‘tude but he’s always trying his best for her. and she lovessss her cute, adorable goofy mannnn. i feel like he’d be sooo protective of her too, i just love the idea! can i request something around this idea? thanks queen. - i hope this is what you wanted babe! 🤍 also thank you for the specificity in your ask!! this is what i mean when i say be specific.

𐙚 princess speaks; making this part blurb, part hcs because my writing skills are awful when it comes to full fics (which this ask deserves to be) so how the pair met will be a short blurb, and then i will add some hcs 🤍 ron’s dialogue will be red, and readers will be pink!!

ron weasley x baddie reader

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ron weasley wasn’t someone you would consider to be “jealous”, he certainly had his moments. but when it came to you, he found himself constantly jealous. you were extremely attractive, and most girls wouldn’t say the same about him. but to you, he was perfect. you wouldn’t be with him if you didn’t like him.

when the two of you had first met, which had been at a party. parties weren’t really his scene, but his mother begged him to attend so he could keep a watchful eye over ginny. so he went.

at the party he stuck out like a sore thumb. tall, redheaded boy, just standing off to the side. maybe he was just shy, which coincidentally was just how you liked them. you walked over, two beers in hand, your heels clicking against the wood floor.

“beer?” you offered up one to the boy. there was a look of uncertainty on his face, but you still held the beer out, waiting for him to grab. reluctantly he did.

“thanks” he said with a smile. you grabbed him by his hand and found a the nearest couch to sit on. he was shocked to say the least, but he certainly didn’t stop you. after sitting down you grabbed his beer, opening it. then cracking yours open as well and taking a sip.

“im y/n, and you are?” you questioned, never breaking eye contact.

“ron, ron weasley” he answered.

“mkay, and what’re you doing here, ron weasley?” you said, placing your hand on the redheads shoulder.

“i was watching my little sister, but she’s over there snogging with some boy..”

“mmm i see. why don’t you have some fun of your own? let the girl live a little.”

“i don’t see why not..” he said looking at you.

the two of you talked for hours (and maybe participated in some snogging of your own). at the end of the night you’d had to ask for his number of course, with him being shy and all. but you’d definitely be seeing him again.

that was over a year ago. after a month of hanging with each other, you’d asked him out. given you never thought he’d work up the courage to ask you.——————————————————————————————————-————————

𐙚 ron w baddie girlfriend; she has been a major confidence boost for him. she is his biggest hype woman. and since meeting her, he has made tons of new friends.

𐙚 ron w baddie girlfriend; he’s super comfortable in this relationship, he’s even willing to participate in pda (you love to show off your man! and he adores you for that)

𐙚 ron w baddie girlfriend; loves hearing you turn down men at parties because why would you want them, when you have your perfect boyfriend?! after a while, boys know to not even approach you.

𐙚 ron w baddie girlfriend; he adores your style, even though he knows people may hit on you. he knows you won’t let them get near you.

𐙚 ron w baddie girlfriend; you have endless photos of him kissing you (especially on your neck) and you on his lap. he never participated in such things with any other girls.

𐙚 ron w baddie girlfriend; you couldn’t care less who saw the love bites on your neck, if anything you flaunted them. your man loved you. why shouldn’t you show that off?

——————————————————————————————𐙚 love, princess weasley

[nerdazzler]

Royal Sword Academy Au

Welcome to the good guys team! Pt. 3-4

Raheel and the animal eared man spent a good five minutes chasing the fairy. The purple eyed boy pulled something out of his pocket that looked like a jar, and using what remaining speed he had, he captured the rogue fairy using the jar in his hands. “Gotcha!” gently shaking the jar around, causing the fairy to shake around inside the jar. The animal eared man walks towards the purple eyed boy, staring at the fairy in the jar in amusement. “I don’t think you should be doing that.” Tapping the glass of the jar. “Look at how dizzy you made the little guy.” 

The fairy shakes away his dizziness to glare at the animal eared man, shouting something at him. But no one could hear it, however, sounds similar to a bell chime could be heard from within the jar. 

Ambrose gives you a stern look. “Do you know this fairy?” looking back at him with the most obvious ‘no’ expression your face could muster you respond “Don’t know em, never seen em a day in my life.” The elderly man looks confused. “But you could understand him without a fairy translator.” Well now you’re confused too. “What? What’s a fairy translator?” He shows you the item the fairy had shoved in his hands.

It’s a rather…odd yet pretty looking object, it’s hard to describe how it looks. But it almost resembles a bell or a teapot in a sense. It doesn’t have the snout of a teapot though, however it does have four handles instead of one. The teapot-bell-thing has intricate floral details engraved into it, as for what type of metal it’s been engraved into the bell-pot looks like it’s made of silver.

Looking at the object, then the elderly man in confusion you finally reply “And??” He sighs to himself before answering you. “Well, in order for fairies to be understood by other fae and potentially humans, they need a translator.” This is the part where you’re supposed to  nod your head and pretend like you understood all that. “I literally understood none of that. Like I get the premise but…this affects me how??” You respond.

The old man nods his head in mental notation, “We’ll discuss it later.” Before glancing at the purple eyed boy, who’s shaking the jar with the fairy in it while the animal eared man watches in amusement. Ambrose looks back at you, “And you’re sure you’ve never seen that fairy before?” You nod in agreement as a response. The elderly man looks conflicted, taking a second to himself to think before speaking. “I suppose I should help him find his homeland and send him back.” 

The fairy starts tapping on the glass shouting something at the elderly man and everyone in the room. But no one can hear nor understand it. The purple eyed boy giggles to himself “I don’t understand a word he’s saying!” 

Ambrose has left your side and walked up to the boy asking him to hand the jar over before standing in front of the glass mirror, and announcing something to everyone in the room. “I officially declare that the entrance ceremony has come to a close. Dorm leaders, please escort your students to their respective dorms.” 

looking around the room he realizes “Does anyone know where the dorm leader of Rosemni is?” A tall man raises his hand from a corner of the room “He’s over here, headmaster!” He has a very preppy voice. “He’s not asleep again is he?” The blonde haired boy from before asks. The redhead boy from before looks worried “Well that’s not good! This is a very important event!” 

The man with a preppy voice chuckles, “Apologies everyone, it seems the dorm leader didn’t get enough hours of sleep last night.” He waves over a brunette with blue tips before whispering something to him and turning back to the crowd, flashing a smile. “All students of Rosemni are more than welcome to follow me to the dorm!” With that, everyone begins to disperse into groups and leave the room. Leaving you, Ambrose, and the fairy that's still in a jar.

The fairy glares at you from without his jar. “If you make a jar joke about this I WILL come for you!” It takes every fiber of your being to not make a jar joke right then and there to spite him.

Ambrose looks at you with an apologetic expression. “I’m deeply sorry Y/N, as much as we’d love to have you here, a magicless student is no place for a school that focuses on honing one’s magical abilities.” You shrug, not really caring that you have to leave. You were fine with whatever happens to you, as long as it gets you out of this dream. 

The elderly man’s expression switches from apologetic to cheerful “But not to worry! The Glass Mirror will safely get you and your fairy friend home.” He steps aside, and motions for you to come forward. “Now, please step up to the mirror, and visualize the place where you came from.”

You Step up to the glass mirror “I can’t wait to get out of this weird ass dream…”  

Ambrose faces the mirror, the jarred fairy still in hand before speaking. “O’ Glass Mirror please return this soul to where it belongs!” The glass mirror does not respond. You both stand in silence for a minute or two. Ambrose awkwardly clears his throat, “Um…G…Glass Mirror? Please return this—”

“No such place exists.” The mirror responded, cutting off Ambrose mid sentence. The elderly man clears his throat again before speaking, “Pardon?” The mirror, not missing a beat. “No place exists in this world.” Silence. The elderly man is confused, “But how can this be? My, today is just full of predicaments.” 

 Putting a hand to his chin “In all my years working here, something like this has never happened. So I’m at a bit of a stump on what to do…” the elderly man looks at you, seeming to come up with something. “Could you please tell me where you’re from?” You shrug in response before answering, “Sure. I’m from—.” 

Ambrose takes a minute to digest the information, thinking to himself before responding with a sad smile. “I'm sorry, I’m afraid I am not familiar with such a place.” You look at the man in disbelief “Are you sure?” He nods his head with an apologetic look, “I’m very sorry, I’m usually acquainted with the origins of every student who has ever come here, and yet...I have never heard of your homeland.”

Ambrose looks as if he had just thought of something “However!, we can go to the library and look up your homeland!” That’s actually not a bad idea. You nod your head in agreement and follow him out to the ceremony room to the library. 

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The walk to the library was quite…awkward, to say the least. Ambrose was trying to be polite and make small talk. While you were only responding in one word answers or short sentences, you were too lost in your own head trying to assess your situation to really pay attention to what the elderly man was saying.

But now you’re in the crisp, clean library of Royal Sword Academy. Currently, looking through book after book in an attempt to find any information of where you’re from. 

You were about to pick up your fifteenth book before the sound of a book slamming interrupted you. Looking in front of you, Ambrose shakes his head in displeasure before placing the book down beside him. “Just as I'd suspected. Nothing.” Well shit. This is just great. The elderly man folds his hands towards himself as if he was interrogating you, “Now, are you quite sure that you come from this…earth? That wasn't some sort of last minute lie, or perhaps a joke?” 

You shake your head in response. The elderly man takes some time to think before responding. “Hmmm…as far-fetched as it may sound, the only explanation is that you've come from another world.” Ya know that pikachu meme face? The one of him looking shocked? Yea, that one. That’s basically your face right now, because there is no way you’re from another planet. I mean it would explain why magic exists here.

If not lost in your own shock you would be hearing the snickers from your fairy companion, who sat beside Ambrose, still confined in his jar prison. Ironic, considering you found a place that was home to fairies during your research, and had the little bitch not been making faces at you. You would’ve told Ambrose about your discovery and happily sent the fairy away. 

The elderly man clears his throat, snapping you out of your thoughts and back to reality. “Perhaps you were summoned here from another dimension?” The pikachu face returns. He thinks for a minute before coming to a conclusion, “Did you happen to bring any ID with you? A driver’s license maybe?” Thinking about it for a minute slowly starts to raise panic out of you, the realization slowly setting in as you pat yourself down for any objects. “W..where’s my phone?!” You ask yourself in a panic. your phone is gone. Your beloved phone, one of the few things you always keep on you. Missing. Oh yea, you have no ID either.

Ambrose hums to himself, “Well this is quite the predicament. We can’t have someone with no magic residing in a magic based academy.” Well isn’t that nice! First you don’t have your phone and now you’re going to be kicked out! As if your internal suffering couldn’t get any worse. “And yet, I can’t expel someone without anything on them. That’s just cruel.” So you’re not being kicked out? Yay! 

The elderly man snaps to himself as if he just recalled something, “There’s a vacant building on the campus that you can use! It was, in fact, used as a dorm a long time ago.” He’s giving you a place to stay? He’s giving you a place to stay! Your internal panic ceased temporarily. “Although it is rather rundown at the moment…with a proper refurbishing, it should be habitable enough for you to stay in.”  The old man smiles at you before standing up and putting away both his and your pile of books.

After putting away the stacks of books he walks over towards you, “In the meantime, I will investigate other ways to send you home.” For some odd reason you’re a bit skeptical of that? You feel like he’s…

“You don’t mind if I send him back home, right?” Ambrose had snapped you out of your thoughts. “Huh?” He’s holding Fiddlellen’s jar. “Oh. Yea, I don’t mind.” The elderly man smiles “Wonderful! You can wait here until I return. Then, I shall take you to your dorm straight away.” He waves goodbye before leaving the library with Fiddellen. 

Leaving you alone in silence for the time being. 

You waited in the library for about 15 minutes before Ambrose came back to retrieve you. The walk to your soon-to-be dorm was awkward…again. Not because you were lost in your thoughts like last time, you just didn’t know how to respond to most of the questions the elderly man had tried to ask you. 

Leading you to now. In front of a building that looks like the shorter version of a princesses castle. Just how rich is this school?! It was very pretty though, you will give it that. The colors blue and white just like everything else on this campus is very prominent in its design. “So…“ you look at the elderly man in bewilderment. “You expect me to stay…here?!” motioning to the castle-like building in front of you. 

Ambrose smiles at you in delight, “Isn't it lovely?” He then grabs your shoulders and starts pushing you towards the building’s entrance, leading you inside. The interior is… a lot nicer than you expected. For an unused space they really tried to keep it as clean as they could. Minus the dust everywhere, a few broken items, and the cobwebs. Ambrose proudly puts his hands at his sides, “This should keep you well housed for the time being.”  This place is too fancy for you. You feel like a wet cat compared to the castle.

Ambrose claps his hands together, “Now! I shall return to my research to give you time to adjust to your new surroundings,” he checks a watch on his wrist. “It is rather late though so don’t go wandering around the campus!” The elderly man gives your shoulder a quick pat before leaving you alone to do whatever you pleased. Walking around the lounge of the castle, admiring how nice the place looks. “Wow…I feel like I’m going to break something…” your foot hits something at some point, the object making a thudding noise that sounded like a bell chime. “Wait, a bell?”

“OW!” a voice yelped. Jumping back in surprise you scan around the room to find the entity that screamed out in pain. “Watch where you’re going!” Your eyes land on an all too familiar fairy screaming at you. “Fiddlellen!?” The fairy rubs his head in annoyance, “Yea, it’s me. What of it?”  You point a finger at him. “You’re not supposed to be here!” 

Fiddellen crosses his arms, “Psh. Like getting sent back home would stop me from coming here! It’s called magic, duh.” Wow. Sass much? You cross your arms in return, “You’re really set on this place, huh?” Fiddlellen looks shocked at your words. “Who wouldn’t be?! This is one of the best magic schools in the world!” He looks really excited about this…”Do you know how cool it would be if a fairy out of all things were to attend a prestigious magic school like this?!”

You raise your eyebrow, interested in what he meant by that. “Do fairy’s normally not attend school here?” Fiddlellen awkwardly scratches at his cheek, “I mean, we do attend school but not with humans, ya know.” Deadpan. No. No, you don't know. Staying silent in hopes of the fairy picking up on your confusion, to no avail. Either he’s oblivious to your confusion or is purposefully ignoring you. You honestly don’t know at this point but from what you’ve seen of him so far they sound like the right answers.

But now that Fiddellen is in front of you and not causing any more problems. You can actually get a pretty good look at him. Short, choppy blonde hair with light green tips, tanned skin, bright eyes with winter blue and white pupils. His heterochromia sticks out from the whole green vibe he has going on. Taking note of his outfit which seems to be a casual teal green shirt with black pants, and slip on shoes with pom poms on the toes. When could shoes have pom poms on them? Weird. Given how small he is you bet he could fit into doll-sized clothes if he wanted.

“Oi! What cha starin at?!” The fairy yells. “Nothing.” Shaking your head to clear your thoughts, you accidentally take a step back and trip on a loose floorboard. Causing you to fall on your butt. Before you could assess anything a drop of water falls on your nose. Looking up you notice a hole in the roof. It's starting to rain. Looking at the ceiling more you notice there are a few other holes in the roof, not a lot but they’re still a problem. 

You hear a yelp come from Fiddlellen followed by a small thump from beside you. “Holes in the roof?! I can’t get wet! If I get wet my pixie dust will wear off!” You’re guessing Fiddlellen got hit with some water and had fallen onto the ground. Seeing how he’s shaking his wings to dry them off. The fairy notices your staring and points at the roof. “Fix this!”  Rolling your eyes at the fairy’s demand you get up off the floor and dust yourself off. “Fine. I guess I’ll go find some buckets or something…” You leave the fairy in the room to go look for a supply closet that may have a bucket or something that could be used to catch the rain. 

Fiddellen follows you from behind, flying right beside you. “Why don’t you use magic to—“ he abruptly pauses, remembering something. “Oh right.” He points at you and tries to hold back his laughter. “You can’t use magic!” But he can’t contain it and starts laughing at you. You glare at him. “Excuse you! If I’m so useless then why don’t you do it!?” Another drop of water hits your nose.

Fiddellen sits on your shoulder, crossing his legs as he looks at you with a mocking smile. “Me. Help you?? Ha!” He bats his eyes at you. “I’m just a wittle fairy, what do you expect me to do about it?” This son of a bitch. Another raindrop falls on your nose. You look up and realize you’re standing right under one of the holes in the ceiling. “Right. I should really find those buckets…” you mumble.

Continuing to walk further in the castle with fiddlellen on your shoulder, you walk into a dark hallway in search of the buckets. “As nice as this place is. It does not have to be this dark.” You mumble. You attempt to find a light switch, only instead to have grabbed something squishy. “Wait, squishy?”

Looking at your hand you realize you’re holding a glowing Fiddellen. Wait, since when could he glow? He looks like he’s five seconds away from biting your hand. “Let. Me. Go.”  And you immediately do so. Dropping the fairy on the ground with a soft thump.

“OW!” 

“Oh! That looked like it hurt! Are you okay?” something from behind Fiddellen asks. “I’m fine than-“ Turning around, Fiddellen sees the voice of concern was no other than a ghost in the wall. The ghost giggles and waves at both you and Fiddellen. “Hiya!”

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RSA Au: Part 1-2

[palmtreesx3]

Prologue

SexShop!Steve x Reader : SexShop!Robin x OC

Series Masterlist

Series Summary: Steve and Robin have about had it with Hawkins, so on Robin's 25th birthday, the pair decides that there's nothing holding them there anymore and they start packing their bags. The friends move to Chicago and quickly find an apartment to call their own. As luck would have it, Robin stumbles on a no-strings-attached job offer for both of them - what could be better?! Now just to break the news to Steve…. This multi part story will both explore their platonic relationship and their chaotic experience working at the sex shop together as well as their own paths of self discovery as they plant their roots in their new city and finally deal with the invisible baggage they drug along with them when they moved. 

Warnings: no warnings...this time. Some non cannon relationships in this AU but cannon themes and Easter eggs a-plenty.

Chicago: Summer of 1993

It's only his 5th trip up and down the steps in the last hour, and Steve has about had it. Being left to haul a car full of Robin's personal belongings and boxes up the three flights of spiraling staircases to their brand new apartment building while she goes off in search of dinner and some help wanted signs seemed like a good idea at the time. It wasn't until he opened the hatch and saw how MUCH she actually packed did he immediately regret his choice to stay behind. He stood there regretting his current situation in an unfamiliar, bustling and loud city while sweat beaded on his hairline and flush spread across his cheeks in the humid June air.

Muttering to himself as he passes a redheaded teen girl carrying a skateboard who refuses to get out of his way on the staircase, he finally pushes his way through their doorway and he's thankful to feel the window unit he threw in first thing after they arrived starting to rev up and cool down the space. Steve repositions the particularly heavy box full of Robin's things on his hip while he reaches over for his cup of iced water setting on the counter and pooling condensation. Desperate for the reprieve, Steve gulps down an extra large sip and attempts to swallow but all sense of relief washes away as something slams into his whole left side. The glass he is holding ricochets down to the ground while Robin's box of nostalgic memorabilia topples over and spills out too. Hawkins High all over the floor. 

 "Jesus Christ, Robbie, what the hell!?" 

Bending over to start collecting all of Robin's teenage memories, the last threads holding her down to a town that didn't love her as much as she loved it - Steve doesn't hear anything she says when she first lifts her fists over her head and into the air in celebration - barely registering that she body checked the boy as she threw open the door. 

"Rob. Robbie, what the fuck are you saying? You're doing the thing… " he waves his hand in her general direction. 

"Oh fuck, sorry." Closing her eyes, she takes a deep breath to regroup, realizing now that she came in making a whole lot of noise and saying not a damn thing at all.

She takes a deep breath and with a gleam behind her eye proclaims "I landed us a job, Dingus!" Both fists jolting upwards into the air again, he now sees the job applications crumpled up in her fists and yielded like torches. 

"Dude, gimmie that." Steve says. "You're gonna ruin it before I can even fill it out. We can't start a new job being that unprofessional. Christ… . What are we doing anyway? Gotta be better than that restaurant gig we both bombed before we left Indiana."

"Ok so, yeah, yeah this has the potential to be better than that. Definitely better than Family Video. For sure. And there's no stupid costume like Scoops. God. That sucked. We should pretty much know how to do a lot of it already and the manager seems like he's kinda chill. I told him I don't really know much about the ... uh...topic…but uh…that I'm a fast learner and he said we start on Monday and to bring the paperwork with us." She rambles, motioning to the pages Steve now holds in his hand. 

"O-oh kay Robin. Details please. You know them in your head but I don't yet. You-you gotta share." 

"Ha! Yeah! Sorry about that, I mean…." while she trails off and starts to fidget, Steve immediately knows there's more to the story.

"Robbie. What are you not telling me? " 

"It's called The Hideout. It's on Clark St, just a few streets over. 20 minutes walking - tops."

"20 minutes is doable." he says, and then quips back "Man, don't tell me it's a restaurant. I really didn't want to eat shit at that job all over again. I guess I'll take what I can get so we can at least get on our feet… "

" It'snotarestaurantit'sasexshop!" Robin blurts out in one rushed garble of words. 

"I'm sorry, WHAT did you say?" Steve stands with his hands on his hips, looking at her incredulously. "Did you say SEX SHOP?" 

Steve is freaking out. He's immediately embarrassed for something he hasn't even done yet. He can feel the tips of his ears going hot and shades of red staining his face and neck in splotches. Are those hives? She's giving me hives, he thinks to himself.

"What am I supposed to tell people when they ask what I do?! What are we supposed to tell the kids back home when they start to call non-stop? What am I supposed to say to my DAD, Robin?" He can feel her mere existance giving him heart palpitations while she looks on at him sheepishly, shrugging her shoulders. All he can do is focus on his breathing so he doesn't blow a gasket on his friend. 

Among the myriad of other things this move has going for the pair, Robin sees moving to Chicago as her opportunity to live who she is out loud and finally be free of the confines a small town puts on someone who looks a little different, thinks a little different and loves a little different. Steve, just happy for the fresh start and the chance to maybe do things for himself for once, was not really thinking this is how it would all start out, but looking at the excitement on Robin’s face made him soften just a little. 

Now pacing back and forth across the entryway to dispel her nervous energy, she looks on at her exasperated friend and he gives her an almost indistinguishable nod of the head in agreement. She smiles softly at him and says, "Anyway, I distinctly remember you once encouraging me to talk about boobies with you, Steve. Lighten up and get ready for tits, dicks…all of it! I'm ready and this city is my sexual awakening!" 

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Taglist: @livsters

[sokoviansimp]

Too Many Questions

✒    Pairings : Wanda Maximoff, Peter Parker, and Natasha Romanoff x Child!Reader (platonic)

✒   Summary : Getting more comfortable around the compound; Y/N starts asking lots of questions like most young children, but some people are just trying to get work done.

✒  Tags and Warnings : embarrasment, getting yelled at

-lmk if im missing any

✒ Author's Note : This is part 2 of The Package. I’m open to requests or suggestions for other parts

✒   Word Count : 1881

✒   Read Time : 9 minutes

Masterlist : The Package AU

It had been a week since you were rescued by The Avengers, Wanda was very protective of you and gentle. She knew you were going through a mix of emotions as you got settled in. She had spent every day with you, never really leaving your side. You loved spending time with the redhead that rescued you, she made you feel a type of comfort that you haven’t had the fortune of receiving since you were a baby, being held tightly in your mother’s arms. 

Today would be the first day Wanda left you alone for more than 10 minutes. It wasn’t by choice, but she had work to do that couldn’t be pushed off another day. She expected it to only take a couple of hours, so she took you to the common room with some of your favorite toys and asked FRIDAY to set up a live camera feed to her phone so she could keep an eye on you as she worked. It’s not that she didn’t trust Nat, in fact, quite the opposite. Out of all the residents at the compound, Natasha was the one Wanda trusted the most, it’s just that she can be a bit rough around the edges and has never really had much experience with children. 

“I have some work to do, malyshka. Do you think you’ll be ok hanging out here with Natasha for a little while?” Wanda asked softly

“W-will you come back?” you muttered just above a whisper, not wanting to offend Natasha but at the same time worried about losing your favorite person.

“Yes, of course, moya lyubov, I’ll just be a couple of rooms over if you need me,” she promised as her fingers brushed the stray hairs from your face. 

“Promise?” 

“I promise. Peter should be back from school soon, maybe you two can continue your lightsaber battle,” she suggested. You loved spending time with Peter, he was really fun to play with and got really into your imaginary gameplay. 

Your eyes instantly lit up at the mention of the high school boy, “Petey?!” you exclaimed. 

Your smile was contagious and Wanda couldn't help but return one to you, “yes, now I’ll be just in that room there if you need anything” she points

You nod your head in response as you head over to the couch to sit with Nathasha as Wanda heads out of the room. There is a beat of silence as you’ve never been alone together and feel too shy to start a conversation, so you sit there awkwardly until Nat breaks the silence by asking if you want to play with your stuffies that Wanda left in the room with you. Keeping your focus down on your twiddling thumbs you shake your head in response.

“How about tv?” the redhead queries, as your gaze moves upward while you think over the option and then eventually look her way, “ok, can we watch uh, Bluey?” 

“Sure thing,” Nat confirmed as she turned on the tv. You leaned back and relaxed into the couch as you watched your favorite blue dog on the screen. The songs were so catchy they usually got you excited as you sang along, but you just couldn’t find the energy to partake. After the first episode finishes you turn to Natasha with sleepy eyes, “Natty, m’tiwerd” You usually take a nap around this time.

Nat’s heart melted, she really didn’t like children but you were just too cute, “you are? Come here,” she lifted her right arm up so that you could nuzzle into her side. You snuggle in and get comfortable as she switches slowly between running her hands softly through your hair and drawing circles along your back as you drift off for a nap. 

Half an hour goes by and Nat has had the urge to go to the bathroom for 15 minutes now but she refuses to get up while you’re so soundly asleep against her side. In an attempt to keep herself distracted; she put the tv on low sound, so as not to wake you, but that's not enough anymore. At this point, she’s fidgeting with her fingers, trying not to make too much movement. 

Just as she considered slithering out from under you to relieve herself, Peter came barrelling through the doorway with his schoolbag and laptop. Not so quietly plopping down at the counter with his schoolwork, you began to stir from your nap, “Petey?” you wonder groggily, unsure if that noise was him or someone else.

“Hey, Y/N” Peter waved from the counter

“Oh good, do you mind watching her for a few minutes?” Nat pleaded, darting out of the room without waiting for a response. 

“Uh, sure” he replied to an empty doorway, hoping she would be quick because he really had to work on his school project for tomorrow. 

Hopping off the couch, you made your way over to Peter and were instantly intrigued by the items strewn about on the counter, “Woah! What's dis?”

“It's a school project that’s due tomorrow, we have to recreate the solar system. Most of my class is just using styrofoam balls but I 3D printed these so they would be more detailed.” He explains excitedly

“Like the moon?” you ask as you climb up onto the seat next to Peter. 

“Kind of, but we actually don’t have to include the moons. Just the planets and the sun.” He explains as he lays all the balls out in proper order.

“Isn’t da sun yellow?” you ask, confused why all the balls laid out on the counter are grey.

“Well, yea. I have to paint it. That was just the color of my material.”

“PAINT? Petey can I paint it?” you pleaded with an expression resembling a puppy dog.

“No, this is for school. I can’t have help” Peter responded, hoping that would deter you from pushing the request further. 

“Ok,” you replied defeated, “I watch?”

“Yes, you can watch” 

You watch Peter paint each ball of his model while you ask countless questions that pop into your brain. Not long after, Nat reenters the room. She glances over at you keeping Peter company and then sits back on the couch to continue watching tv. 

Being brought to the compound was scary at first, but you were starting to get used to it. Peter and Wanda both did a great job of making you feel comfortable. You felt like you could start to open up around them and instead of shutting off your curiosity behind a barricaded wall, you let your personality and questions slowly seep through. 

Peter did his best to answer all the questions you had, but sometimes it was a variety of, “why is the earth green and blue?” followed by, “where does the word blue come from?” and truthfully, he didn’t have the time or the answers for all of your questions.

While keeping his patience with each of your questions, soon enough, he finishes the coat of paint for each ball and assembles them onto the model. 

“Why does dis one have an eyeball?” you ask reaching forward to point at Jupiter. Instead of just pointing at the planet, you end up bopping the side of the ball with the red circle. The action from your finger causes the ball to fall from its place on the wire and onto the floor where it cracks open.

You stood there in shock for what felt like forever but was really only a few seconds as Peter immediately scoops up the pieces to inspect the damage, “Why couldn’t you have just let it be, y/n?” he snaps, “you ask too many questions!”

The disdain in his voice causes your face to flush as tears start to fill in your eyes. You couldn’t run out of the room quick enough, you felt embarrassed and the only thing you wanted right now was Wanda. You wanted her to hold you and tell you everything is ok, you just wanted her to fix everything like she always seemed so good at doing. Most of all though, you wanted to get away from Peter. You could tell how angry he was with you. 

Remembering the door Wanda pointed to hours earlier, you ran straight for it. Barging in without a second thought, you found Wanda sitting behind a desk and you continued to run up to her as tears began actively falling upon your cheeks. You ran with your arms outstretched, waiting to be enveloped in her embrace.

“Malyshka, what’s wrong?” Wanda was immediately concerned that you were crying.

“Petey… hate… me” you managed out through sobs and unsteady breaths

“Breathe y/n, calm down sweetie. You’re ok, What happened?” She did her best to calm you down by running her hand along your back and bouncing you slightly as she held you. Natasha joined the two of you in the doorway to try and help Wanda put the pieces together.

“I-I bwoke. I bwoke his homework, and now he hates me.” you continued to sob into the redhead’s neck. 

It wasn’t long before Wanda got you to start breathing normally again as the shudders in your breath become fewer and further between.

“He doesn’t hate you, y/n” Natasha pipes up from the doorway

You whine into Wanda’s neck, not believing the Russian’s words. You saw him with your own eyes, he was angry and you’re sure he would never forgive you for breaking the planet that he worked so hard on. 

“She’s right, malyshka,” she pulled away as she grabbed your shoulders gently and faced you in front of her to meet her gaze, “I know it was an accident, but I think you need to apologize to Peter for breaking his model” she explained.

“I don’t wanna,” you said shaking your head and moving your gaze downward. You didn’t want to face the boy again. In your mind, he has already written you off and never wants to see you again.

“You’re not sorry for breaking it?” Wanda clarified

You thought about her question for a moment, you were sorry. You felt horrible that you had broken something he worked so hard on, but you also felt embarrassed about the incident, “I am” 

“Then you need to let him know,” she gently expressed, “there is nothing to be embarrassed about, malyshka, mistakes happen”

Her words made sense to you, even though you didn’t want to do it, you knew you had to. Just then, you heard a knock on the door. You look over and standing next to Nat is Peter, asking for entrance. 

“Y/N, I’m sorry for snapping at you, I didn’t mean it” he apologizes as he steps into the office.

You turn on Wanda’s lap to face the door, “Petey,” you start glancing toward the floor, “I-I sorry for bwreaking your homework.” 

“It’s ok, I can fix it. I know it was just an accident, but I still shouldn’t have snapped at you. I didn’t mean it, I love your questions and-” the boy begins to ramble with no sign of stopping before you cut him off, “is okay!” you exclaim as you run up and hug him in hopes that he will stop rambling.

Taglist: @mymommawanda @livslifeonline @reggierizzoli @mythixmagic @lesbicentism @marvelogic @katethewriter

[writesology]

happy birthday to everyone's favorite bitch boy ace trappola <33 it's not his birthday for me yet but it is somewhere

yes i posted this on ao3 but i wrote it in tumblr drafts so i feel like i should post it here too. big thanks to @shiamiko for going insane about ace relaxing room card w me <3

After almost a year of dating, Riddle likes to think he's learned a lot about Ace. Unfortunately, one of the things he has learned is that Ace is entirely incapable of getting out of bed until ten minutes before the start of class, and if his second-year thinks he'll get any clemency for it, then he's sorely mistaken.

Right then; it's time to start his routine. "Ace. Ace, love, get up." Riddle shakes Ace's shoulder with all of his physical might (and a bit of his magical one too), but the second-year barely budges. "Come on, Ace. There's twenty minutes left before class, and you know what Professor Trein will do if you're late again."

Ace lets out a small huff, and for a moment, the redhead has hope that his boyfriend will wake up. Instead, Ace rolls over on his side and turns away; amidst the anger rising on his face, Riddle silently tells himself that he will not lose his temper. It's much too early for that.

The redhead reaches over Ace's body and grabs one of his embroidered pillows, smirking as he holds it with both hands. "You leave me with no choice, Ace. Know that you brought this upon yourself."

He brings the pillow down on Ace's side, leaving his second-year spluttering, and once more near Ace's shoulder. Ace, for his part, weakly raises an arm to defend himself, but it doesn't do anything to stop Riddle's onslaught.

"Ow ow– rosebud, Riddle, stop! I'm up, I'm up..." Ace begrudgingly sits up with a groan and opens his eyes. "Why do you always feel the need to do that..."

"If you got up the first time, I wouldn't." He brushes Ace's bangs back and presses a kiss to his second-year's forehead. "Good morning to you, Ace."

Ace sleepily returns the kiss. "G'morning. When's class start?"

"In fifteen minutes."

Riddle watches the gears turn in Ace's head, and when it finally clicks, the second-year's eyes go wide. "F-fifteen?! Already?!"

"Yes, love. If you hurry, we can still make it."

"Okay, okay!" Ace throws the blankets off and runs straight into the bathroom, changing into his uniform with a flick of his pen as he shuts the door. Riddle gathers books into his arms while water runs behind him, and before long, Ace emerges with his face still dripping wet.

"...Love, please don't tell me you just splashed your face with water again."

"Hey, you're the one who said we don't have that much time!" Ace tugs his headband off and wipes the rest of the water away before staring at Riddle with pleading eyes. "And can you please fix my hair while we walk? Gift for your favorite underclassman?"

Riddle grins, stifling a laugh at how bright orange hair sticks out every which way. "But of course. Let's be off."

----------

Ace's hair is incredibly soft, something Riddle marvels at while he runs his hand through it to tame the mess, but for all his efforts, it doesn't end up looking any better.

He pauses in the middle of the path, his other hand reaching up to try combing it out, when Ace stops walking and nearly faceplants straight into the dirt.

A quick burst of magic saves the second-year, given that both of Riddle's hands are occupied, and the redhead stares at the other in concern. "A-Ace? What happened, why did you–" A weight plops onto his shoulder, and Riddle immediately realizes what's happened.

Ace is snoring away on his shoulder, and through his thoughts of the audacity his card soldier has to fall asleep while the queen is treating him, Riddle can't help but find the sight unbearably cute.

Unfortunately, their professors wait for no one, so Riddle's forced to wake him.

He ruffles Ace's hair one last time before deeming it neat enough for one of his card soldiers, and Riddle gently nudges his boyfriend awake.

"Hm..?" Ace yawns and stretches his arms. "Riddle? We're not at class yet?"

"We would've been, if someone hadn't fallen asleep." The redhead smiles teasingly as he pokes Ace's chest. "Was my playing with your hair truly so relaxing for you?"

"Wh– did I really?!" Ace scoffs and turns away, neither of them mentioning how red his cheeks are. "I-I'm just tired, 'kay? It had nothing to do with that! Not my fault classes start this early..."

"Whatever you say, love." Riddle hums in amusement as he strides towards the main building. "By the way, I hope you know that your suit makeup is smudged."

"Hah? I don't think it was–" He's cut off by soft lips on his cheek, and as soon as Riddle pulls away, Ace pouts and flushes even redder. "...Oh. Thanks."

"My pleasure."

[lovebatty]

ㅤ( English and Spanish ver. )

Diabolik Lovers: Haunted Dark Husband — Dark 05

ㅤCW: Anemia mention, blood and suggestive / mención de anemia, sangre y posible contenido sugestivo.

English ver.

—Nurse's office.—

Romantic: Hello? Excuse me—

❁ㅤWhen the boy arrived, he looked out the door to see if the nurse was there, but he couldn’t find her anywhere. The only thing that illuminated the lonely room was the glow of the completely dark full moon.

Romantic: ( Huh? Looks like the nurse isn’t here... )

❁ㅤThe boy paused before slowly entering the space and leaving the door open behind him. Romantic went directly to the office switch, soon realizing that there was no light. All this made him intuit for himself that the nurse had gone to look for the school staff to help him solve the light problem, or easily, his shift had ended a long time ago.

Romantic: ( I’ll treat it myself! After all, the lessons must have been of some use, isn't? )

( ...I feel a little anemic. Ayato-kun has been drinking a lot of blood lately, hasn't he? I guess it’s hard to get used to it... )

( After all, I’ve never had my blood sucked, that’s for sure. It still gives me something to remember. )

❁ㅤHe said, deep in his thoughts, beginning to look for some medicine that would be useful.

Romantic: Let’s see, there must be some medicine that can be used around here...

❁ㅤRomantic he persisted in looking for the medicines he would need to treat his own scratch. His possible anemia and, more importantly, his new life in the Sakamaki mansion with Ayato were some of the various thoughts he had as he searched through the furniture. He seemed distressed, but not for himself.

On the other hand, Ayato continued waiting, but soon saw his opportunity. As Romantic searched for the medicine, he entered the room, closing the door behind him. He stood for a moment, staring at his prey before walking in his direction, stopping right next to the young man.

Ayato: I found you.

Romantic: Waa!

Ayato-kun!

❁ㅤHe was too surprised to respond, unsure if his reaction was due to fear or just an impression. At first he wasn’t sure what had brought him here, but when he noticed that Ayato was concentrating on his injured leg, he assumed that was just it.

Romantic: Sorry... I get scared.

Ayato: I did it on purpose.

❁ㅤThe boy had an amused smile on his face as he looked at the boy in front of him. He looked at her knee, showing his sharp fangs as he opened his mouth revealing a smooth pearly white and walked towards his leg, lowering his head.

Ayato: ...You’re bleeding.

Romantic: Oh, this? Yes, it’s just... I had a little accident in sports class, a bad fall.

❁ㅤThe pink-eyed boy said as he took a few steps back, his concern easily misinterpreted as discomfort. He doesn’t mind that the vampire is there, but the fact that he’s not alone in the school infirmary makes him feel some excitement.

Ayato: Tch, so what if you fell? You’re just shedding blood without my permission...

Romantic: ...Anyway, it’s okay, Ayato-kun. I will treat my scrape and stop the bleeding.

Ayato: Why you don't show it to me? I will treat it.

❁ㅤAyato sounded almost angry, but it seemed more like a subtle anger as he looked at Romantic with those eyes of his, in the middle of the darkness and still standing next to him, as if he looked at the boy with a sense of superiority or as if he considered him inferior.

Romantic tried to respond, but he just stayed silent. His cheeks turned slightly red unknowingly, looking at both the wound on his leg and the vampire in front of him. After some thought, he nodded when the redhead offered to help, but just as he was about to back away, Ayato grabbed him by the arms and made him sit on a chair in the nurse's office while he walked over and sniffed his scrape

Ayato: Now, be still.

Romantic: W-wait a minute! You can see the wound on my knee without getting too close, right?!

Ayato: Don’t be stupid, don’t move!

Romantic: ( I’m scared! I don’t want to! )

❁ㅤAyato chuckled, smiling as he watched his words reach him, but he didn’t respond at all. Instead, he just watched him sit there, before leaning closer and inhaling the scent of the boy’s blood. His smile grew, exposing his fangs as he looked at the other one.

Ayato: Here, huh?

Romantic: Yes... the antiseptic is over there.

It’s a spray, so please, be careful and don’t go around throwing it anywhere—

❁ㅤRomantic commented, looking away slightly, his cheeks extremely blushing at this point, feeling the vampire's breath hit his knee a few times.

Ayato: We don’t need it.

Romantic: No? Wha—

❁ㅤThe redhead didn’t seem to care about the antiseptic, ignoring the spray with the medicine next to him completely. As much as he thought Romantic was annoying, Ayato had a sense of «care» for him. Of course, it was very mild. Ayato gently ran his finger over Romantic’s wound and brought it to his mouth, sucking on it.

Ayato: Mmm...

Romantic: No, Ayato-kun! It’s dirty!

❁ㅤHe said looking at the scene with some embarrassment, being able to feel his heart beating hard without moving even a little because Ayato was holding him by both legs.

Ayato: I don’t give a damn. I don’t want to waste a single drop... Nh.

❁ㅤAyato licked the blood from the black-haired man’s leg with his tongue, before placing his mouth around the entire wound.

Romantic: ( Waa, it tickles...! )

( How he can do something like that so impulsively—?! It's awful! )

Ayato: This is mine, only I can taste the taste of...

❁ㅤHe stopped to spit for a moment, his wounds tasted like wet earth, but he couldn’t contain himself and it didn’t take him long to return to his own. He slowly began to suck the boy’s blood, making a certain whimper as he did so.

Romantic couldn’t help but shiver from time to time, it seems that this really caused him one or another funny sensation, like tickling perhaps. Although, he was still too shy to even say anything, he was afraid to interrupt him.

Ayato: ...Nn...

Heh, look, no matter how hard I try to clean it, new blood is flowing.

It’s like your blood wants to be sucked by me.

Romantic: ( That doesn’t make any kind of sense or source...! He just wants to do whatever he wants! )

( I want this to be over... )

❁ㅤDespite what was said above, curious Romantic looked down and observed together with the bloodsucker, he was right. Despite Ayato’s best efforts to clean it, his wound began to bleed again. So much so that it even seemed as if the vampire was drinking his blood once again, although in reality he was caring for it... or both at the same time. It was uncertain.

Ayato: Hey! Don’t move.

Romantic: Oh! Excuse me... I was just settling in.

❁ㅤAyato was drinking his blood, but he was doing it very slowly. Enjoying the taste of the boy’s blood as well as the feeling of it moving under his grip.

Ayato: Mmm...

Romantic: ( He seems pretty focused... )

( He also hasn’t done anything wrong, by now. I could even say that I am impressed by what I am seeing. )

Ayato: Haa...Mh...

❁ㅤHe hummed, loving the taste of Romantic and how he responded as he continued doing it.

Romantic: ( It would be rude of me if I don’t thank him, right...? I should. )

( He hardly offers without asking, so maybe... if I applaud him for this act, he will do something similar again in the future. )

Hey, Ayato-kun...

❁ㅤHe called his name trying to get his attention. The boy looked at him when he heard the other say his name, his mouth and fangs full of blood. He slowly stopped sucking on his knee, smiling as he stood up, licking the blood from his sharp teeth before looking at Romantic.

Ayato: What?

❁ㅤHe seemed calm, but he had a slightly irritated tone in his voice while looking at him.

Romantic: Thank you.

❁ㅤHe said without further ado, with his cheeks blushing and his heart in his hand.

Ayato: ...Ha?

❁ㅤHe was surprised by what he said, feeling a small sense of satisfaction in himself now.

Ayato: Did you just thank me?

❁ㅤIn response to his classmate’s words, Romantic nodded in affirmation. Despite everything, he felt that he should thank him for taking care of him because the scratch on his knee was not as painful as before. However, he knew that Ayato, out of pride, would deny that anything other than blood had caused this whole situation in the first place.

Romantic: Sure, I mean...

The wound is much better thanks to your care, that’s why I’m thanking you.

Ayato: I don't understand why you say that, it’s not like I’ll really care about you, I just don't want my food to go to waste.

❁ㅤHe said and then he moved his head closer to Romantic. Ayato’s green eyes staring at him, as if he was trying to look inside him.

Romantic: ( Hehe, it seems like you're not honest with your own feelings at all... ♪ )

Ayato: Come on, give me more blood.

Romantic: Carefully.

Ayato: ...

❁ㅤRomantic sighed. Even the raven-haired man may have been still a little ticklish, but nevertheless he thought that licking was a thousand times better than Ayato’s usual way of biting.

And sure, it could be true, but that didn’t take away from the fact that he was embarrassed that a boy drank from his knee, despite how casually they talked.

Romantic: Um...

( I think I’m starting to get used to this feeling, although I feel like giggling... )

( The faces Ayato-kun makes... he sure is happy when he can do this kind of thing. )

Ayato: Haa...

...Nn...

...There.

Romantic: Oh...? Oh really?

❁ㅤHe said, seeming a little calmer while a shy smile rested between his lips.

Romantic: Oh wow... that turned out pretty good! Thank you so much, Ayato-kun! ♪ Again.

Ayato: ...

Romantic: With a bandage, this will be more than perfect! There must be some here in the nurse's office, may I?

❁ ㅤAyato stared at him before resting his head against his neck. He gently pressed his body closer to Romantic, feeling the boy against him.

Ayato: Mm...

Romantic: Oh! Ayato-kun...

I don’t want to bother you, but... I need to go to the furniture up there, do you think you could...?

❁ㅤThe redhead shook his head and began to lick his neck, sucking him gently.

Romantic: Waa! W-wait a minute...! That place doesn’t need...

( He's–! )

Ayato: I’ve had enough of your knee.

I need more...

❁ㅤRomantic opened his eyes in surprise before quickly lowering them and sighing, his breathing sounding a little hesitant and ragged. Ayato’s body was almost on top of him as he remained motionless in the office chair, wondering if the vampire was really that attracted to him because of the way he seemed to be seeking attention.

Romantic: Ah... Ayato-kun...

Ayato: Mh...

❁ㅤThe moon was still full when he slightly opened both of his eyelids to realize that. Without the window, they would undoubtedly be doing this in the dark and at the mere thought, his cheeks flushed even redder, matching the color of his eyes.

Romantic: ( H-his tongue is going down little by little, I have to stop him! )

...Can we stop? I-I feel bad doing this in the nurse’s office, I really do.

Ayato: Mmph!

I don't want to stop. Also, why should we?

Romantic: I-I don’t want the nurse to find us in her office and see what we did...

Ayato: I have cured you, right? You should show some gratitude.

Come on, stop hiding. Take off your shirt.

Romantic: ( W-what did he say—?! )

❁ㅤAyato began to undo the buttons of the boy's uniform in a desperate movement, Romantic holding his hands firmly to prevent him.

Romantic: No! Y-you already had a reward—! Be happy with that!

Ayato: It's not enough!

Romantic: Waa! No, it's embarrassing!

❁ㅤHe shook his head repeatedly, pushing the redhead with all his strength. Then he stood up from his chair and backed away a little, sighing with an embarrassed but irritated expression on his face.

Ayato: What the hell do you think you’re doing?!

Romantic: I... I’m sorry, Ayato-kun, b-but I’m not going to let you go any further while here!

Ayato: Tch, you’re always pretending to be so innocent.

Romantic: That’s not true!

( I need him to understand that this place is not appropriate for this kind of thing... )

( The mansion because, well, it's his house. He can do whatever he wants there, but here... )

( It’s best to go back to class soon and find a way to please Ayato-kun! I feel like I’m late! )

—Monologue.—

Then, as he looked at his back, Ayato walked down the hallway ahead of me. He left me alone.

Finally, I was able to locate what I needed to bandage the scrape on my knee when I went to the rack.

More than anger now, my expression seemed to loosen as if confusion had suddenly taken over me; although he still did not know the reason with a slight suspicion.

I ran my hand over my neck with each finger, trying to understand it while the shameful memory of what I shouldn’t be before returning to the classroom invaded me.

꒰ 𔓕 ꒱ㅤThis chapter comes included with a poem, these are related to the story, but you can skip them. Do you want to read it?

CW: None.

Human acts.

I really like to write in my free time.

I've been waiting to tell you more than once, I finally feel like I have to show you my little notebook. As the teacher speaks again and again, the opportunities to imagine dim and dismantle, creating shadows of blue tones.

All I want to do is keep talking in class, playing around, even if they don't like it.

Flowers are beautiful,

insects love to dance

and bugs stay sitting.

Man is condemned to be free,

boys can play, girls can long for it,

but only the dead can enjoy it.

Words burn like fire,

night turns into bed today,

descending from Earth I am.

This is a writing without feet, this is a writing without a head, read it backwards and make a face, shout to the sky and cry in baseness. Until the teacher's speech ends, until I get tired during the course of his class; I don't shut up, I don't hear anything and I lose my anger.

ーー END OF DARK 05 ーー

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—Enfermería.—

Romantic: ¿Hola? Disculpe–

❁ㅤCuando llegó el niño, se asomó por la puerta para ver si la enfermera estaba allí, pero no pudo encontrarla por ningún lado. Lo único que iluminaba la habitación solitaria era el resplandor de la luna llena, totalmente obscura.

Romantic: ( ¿Eh? Parece que la enfermera no está aquí… )

❁ㅤEl chico hizo una pausa antes de entrar lentamente en el espacio y dejar la puerta abierta detrás de él. Romantic fue directamente hacía el interruptor de la oficina, no tardando en darse cuenta de que no había luz. Todo esto hizo que él intuyera por si mismo que la enfermera había ido a buscar al personal de la escuela para que le ayudara a resolver el problema de la luz, o fácilmente, su turno terminó desde hace tiempo.

Romantic: ( ¡Lo trataré yo mismo! Después de todo, las lecciones deben haber sido de alguna utilidad, ¿no? )

(...Me siento un poco anémico. Ayato-kun ha estado bebiendo mucha sangre últimamente, ¿no? Supongo que es difícil acostumbrarse...)

( Después de todo, nunca me habían chupado la sangre, eso seguro. Todavía me da algo que recordar ese suceso. )

❁ㅤDijo en lo más absorto de sus pensamientos, comenzando a buscar alguna medicina que le fuese de utilidad.

Romantic: A ver, debe haber algo de medicina que se pueda usar por aquí...

❁ㅤRomantic persistió en buscar los medicamentos que necesitaría para tratar su propio rasguño. Su posible anemia y, más importante aún, su nueva vida en la mansión Sakamaki junto a Ayato eran algunos de los diversos pensamientos que tenía mientras buscaba entre los muebles. Parecía angustiado, más no por si mismo.

Por otro lado, Ayato siguió esperando, pero pronto vio su oportunidad. Mientras Romantic buscaba la medicina, entró en la habitación, cerrando la puerta detrás de él. Se quedó de pie por un momento, mirando a su presa antes de caminar en su dirección, parándose justo al lado del joven.

Ayato: Te encontré.

Romantic: ¡Waa!

¡Ayato-kun!

❁ㅤÉl estaba demasiado sorprendido para responder, inseguro de si su reacción se debía al miedo o era tan sólo una impresión. Al principio no estaba seguro de qué le había traído hasta aquí, pero cuando notó que Ayato estaba concentrado en su pierna lesionada, asumió que tan sólo se trataba de eso.

Romantic: Lo siento... me asusté un poquito.

Ayato: Lo hice a propósito.

❁ㅤEl muchacho tenía una sonrisa divertida en su rostro mientras miraba al chico frente a él. Miró su rodilla, mostrando sus afilados colmillos mientras abría la boca revelando un terso blanco nacarado y caminó hacia su pierna, bajando la cabeza.

Ayato: ...Estas sangrando.

Romantic: Oh, ¿esto? Sí, es que... tuve un pequeño accidente en la clase de deportes, una fuerte caída.

❁ㅤDijo el joven de ojos rosados ​​mientras retrocedía unos pocos pasos hacía atrás, su preocupación fácilmente malinterpretada como incomodidad. No le molesta que el vampiro esté allí, pero el hecho de que no esté solo en la enfermería de la escuela le hace sentir cierta emoción.

Ayato: Tch, ¿y qué si te caíste? Sólo estás derramando sangre sin mi permiso…

Romantic: ...De todos modos, está bien, Ayato-kun. Trataré mi raspón y detendré el sangrado.

Ayato: ¿Por qué no me la muestras? La trataré.

❁ㅤAyato sonaba casi enojado, pero parecía más una ira sutil mientras miraba a Romantic con aquellos ojos suyos, en medio de la obscuridad y aún parado al lado suyo, como si mirara al chico con un sentido de superioridad o como si lo considerara inferior a él.

El joven trató de responder, pero sólo se quedó en silencio. Sus mejillas se pusieron ligeramente rojas sin saberlo, mirando tanto a su herida en la pierna como al vampiro frente a él. Tras pensarlo un poco, él asintió con la cabeza cuando el pelirrojo se ofreció a ayudar, pero justo cuando estaba a punto de retroceder, Ayato lo agarró por los brazos y lo hizo sentarse en una silla de la enfermería al mismo tiempo que él se acercaba y olía su raspadura.

Ayato: Estate quieto.

Romantic: ¡Ay! ¡E-espera un minuto! Puedes ver la herida en mi rodilla sin acercarte tanto, ¡¿verdad?!

Ayato: No seas tonto, ¡no te muevas!

Romantic: ( ¡Me da miedo! ¡No quiero! )

❁ㅤAyato se rió entre dientes, sonriendo al ver como sus palabras le llegaban, pero no le respondió en absoluto. En cambio, sólo lo vio sentarse allí, antes de inclinarse más cerca e inhalar el olor de la sangre del chico. Su sonrisa creció, exponiendo sus colmillos mientras miraba a Romantic.

Ayato: Aquí, ¿eh?

Romantic: Sí... el antiséptico está por allá.

Es un spray, así que por favor ten cuidado y no andes tirándolo por todos lados.

❁ㅤComentó Romantic apartando la mirada ligeramente, sus mejillas extremadamente sonrojadas en este punto, sintiendo el aliento del vampiro golpear su rodilla un par de veces.

Ayato: No lo necesitamos.

Romantic: ¿No? ¿Por qu—?

❁ㅤA el pelirrojo no parecía importarle el antiséptico, ignorando el spray con la medicina a su lado por completo. Por mucho que pensara que Romantic era molesto e inferior, Ayato tenía un sentido de cuidado por él. Eso sí, fue muy leve. Ayato pasó suavemente su dedo por la herida de Romantic y se lo llevó a la boca, chupándolo.

Ayato: Mmm...

Romantic: ¡No! ¡Ayato-kun, está sucia!

❁ㅤDijo mirando la escena con algo de vergüenza, pudiendo sentir su corazón latir con fuerza sin moverse ni poco porque Ayato lo estaba sosteniendo por ambas piernas.

El vampiro se rio una vez más, al parecer no importándole aquello en lo más mínimo tampoco, inclinándose más cerca del raspón en su pierna con mayor seriedad.

Ayato: Me importa un carajo. No quiero malgastar ni una gota... Nh.

❁ㅤAyato fue lamiendo la sangre de la pierna del pelinegro con su lengua, antes de colocar su boca alrededor de toda la herida.

Romantic: ( ¡Waa, hace cosquillas…! )

(¡¿Cómo puede hacer algo así tan impulsivamente—?! ¡Es horrible! )

Ayato: Esto es mío, sólo yo puedo saborear el sabor de...

❁ㅤÉl se detuvo para escupir por un momento, sus heridas sabían a tierra mojada, más no podía contenerse y no tardó mucho en regresar a lo suyo. Lentamente comenzó a chupar la sangre del niño, emitiendo un cierto gimoteo al hacerlo.

Romantic no podía evitar estremecerse de vez en cuando, parece que aquello realmente le causaba una u otra sensación divertida, como cosquillas tal vez. Aunque, todavía era demasiado tímido incluso para decir algo, temía interrumpirlo.

Ayato: …Nn...

Je, mira, no importa lo mucho que trate de limpiarla, está fluyendo nueva sangre.

Es como si tu sangre quisiera ser succionada por mí.

Romantic: ( ¡Eso no tiene ninguna especie de sentido ni fundamento...! ¡Sólo quiere hacer lo que quiere! )

( Quiero que esto termine pronto... )

❁ㅤPesé a lo anteriormente dicho, curioso Romantic se asomó hacía abajo y observo junto con el contrario, tenía razón. A pesar de los mejores esfuerzos de Ayato por limpiarla, su herida comenzó a sangrar nuevamente. Tanto así que incluso parecía como si el vampiro estuviera bebiendo su sangre una vez más, aunque en realidad estuviese cuidando de la misma... o ambas a la vez. Era incierto.

Ayato: ¡Oye! No te muevas.

Romantic: ¡Ah! Discúlpame, sólo me acomodaba...

❁ㅤAyato estaba bebiendo su sangre, pero lo estaba haciendo muy lento. Disfrutando el sabor de la sangre del chico así como la sensación del mismo moviéndose bajo su agarre.

Ayato: Mmm...

Romantic: ( Parece bastante concentrado... )

( Tampoco ha hecho nada malo hasta ahora. Incluso podría decir que estoy impresionado por lo que estoy viendo. )

Ayato: Haa...Mh...

❁ㅤTarareó, amando el sabor de Romantic y el como respondía mientras continuaba haciéndolo.

Romantic: ( Sería maleducado de mi parte si no le agradezco, ¿no...? Debería hacerlo. )

( Él casi no se ofrece sin pedírselo, así que quizá... si le aplaudo este acto, vuelva a hacer algo parecido en el futuro. )

Oye, Ayato-kun...

❁ㅤLlamó a su nombre tratando de llamar su atención. El chico lo miró cuando escuchó al otro pronunciar su nombre, su boca y colmillos llenos de sangre. Lentamente dejó de chupar su rodilla, sonriendo mientras se ponía de pie, lamiendo la sangre de sus dientes afilados antes de mirar a Romantic.

Ayato: ¿Qué?

❁ㅤParecía tranquilo, pero tenía un tono ligeramente irritado en su voz cuando lo miró.

Romantic: Gracias.

❁ㅤDijo sin más, con las mejillas sonrojadas y el corazón en la mano.

Ayato: ...¿Ha?

❁ㅤEstaba sorprendido por lo que dijo, sintiendo una pequeña sensación de satisfacción en sí mismo ahora.

Ayato: ¿Acabas de agradecerme?

❁ㅤEn respuesta a las palabras de su compañero, el joven asintió a manera de afirmación. A pesar de todo, sintió que debía agradecerle por cuidarlo porque el rasguño en su rodilla no era tan doloroso como antes. Sin embargo, sabía que Ayato, por orgullo, negaría que algo más que la sangre hubiera causado toda está situación en primer lugar.

Romantic: Claro, quiero decir...

La herida está mucho mejor gracias a tus cuidados, por eso te estoy dando las gracias.

Ayato: No entiendo por qué lo dices, no es como si realmente me preocupará por ti, simplemente no quiero que mi comida se desperdicie.

❁ㅤRespondió y luego acercó su cabeza a Romantic. Los ojos verdes de Ayato mirándolo fijamente, como si estuviera tratando de mirar dentro de él.

Romantic: ( Jeje, parece que no eres honesto con tus sentimientos en lo absoluto... ♪ )

Ayato: Vamos, dame más sangre.

Romantic: Con cuidado.

Ayato: ...

❁ㅤRomantic suspiró. Puede que incluso el pelinegro fuera todavía algo cosquilloso, pero sin embargo pensaba que lamer era mil veces mejor que la forma habitual de morder de Ayato.

Y claro, podría ser cierto, pero eso no quitaba el hecho de que estaba avergonzado de que un chico bebiera de su rodilla, pesé a qué hablarán tan casualmente.

Romantic: Um...

( Creo que estoy comenzando a acostumbrarme a está sensación, aunque tengo ganas de reírme... )

( Las caras que pone Ayato-kun... él si que es feliz cuando puede hacer este tipo de cosas. )

Ayato: Haa...

...Nn...

...Ya.

Romantic: ¿Oh...? ¿En serio?

❁ㅤDijo pareciendo un poco más tranquilo mientras que una tímida sonrisa se posaba entre labios.

Romantic: Oh, vaya... ¡quedó bastante bien! ¡Muchas gracias, Ayato-kun! ♪ Otra vez.

Ayato: ...

Romantic: Con un vendaje esto va a quedar de maravilla. Debe haber alguno por aquí en la enfermería, ¿me permites?

❁ㅤAyato lo miró fijamente antes de apoyar su cabeza contra su cuello. Suavemente presionó su cuerpo más cerca de Romantic, sintiendo al chico contra él.

Ayato: Mm...

Romantic: ¡Ah! Ayato-kun...

No quiero «hacerte a un lado», pero... quiero ir a los muebles de ahí arriba, ¿crees que podrías...?

❁ㅤEl pelirrojo negó con la cabeza y comenzó a lamer su cuello, chupándolo suavemente.

Romantic: ¡Waa! ¡E-espera un momento...! Ese lugar no necesit...

( ¡Él esta–! )

Ayato: He tenido suficiente de tu rodilla.

Necesito más...

❁ㅤRomantic los ojos con sorpresa antes de bajarlos rápidamente y suspirar, su respiración sonaba un poco vacilante y entrecortada. El cuerpo de Ayato estaba casi encima de Romantic mientras permanecía inmóvil en la silla de la oficina, preguntándose si el vampiro se sentía atraído por él por la forma en que parecía estar buscando atención.

Romantic: Ah... Ayato-kun...

Ayato: Mh...

❁ㅤLa luna todavía estaba llena cuando él abrió ligeramente ambos de sus párpados para darse cuenta de eso. Sin la ventana, sin duda estarían haciendo esto en la obscuridad y con la mera idea, sus mejillas se sonrojaron aún más, igualando el color de sus ojos.

Romantic: ( ¡S-Su lengua está bajando poco a poco, tengo que detenerlo! )

...¿Podemos parar? M-me siento mal haciendo esto en la enfermería, de verdad.

Ayato: ¡Mmph!

No quiero parar. Además, ¿por qué deberíamos?

Romantic: N-no quiero que la enfermera nos encuentre en su oficina y vea lo que hicimos...

Ayato: Te he curado, ¿no? Deberías mostrar algo de gratitud.

Vamos, deja de esconderte. Quítate la camisa.

Romantic: ( ¡¿Q-qué dijo—?! )

❁ㅤAyato comenzó a desabrochar los botones del uniforme del muchacho en un movimiento desesperado, Romantic tomando sus manos con firmeza para evitarlo.

Romantic: ¡No! ¡Y-ya tuviste una recompensa—! ¡Quédate conforme con eso!

Ayato: ¡No es suficiente!

Romantic: ¡Waa! ¡Qué no, que vergüenza!

❁ㅤEl joven negó repetidamente con la cabeza, empujando al pelirrojo con todas sus fuerzas. Luego se levantó de su silla y retrocedió un poco, suspirando con una expresión avergonzada pero irritada en su rostro.

Ayato: ¡¿Qué demonios crees que estás haciendo?!

Romantic: Yo... lo lamento, Ayato-kun, ¡p-pero no voy a dejar que vayas más lejos estando aquí!

Ayato: Tch, siempre estás pretendiendo ser tan inocente.

Romantic: ¡Eso no es verdad!

( Necesito que entienda que este lugar no es apropiado para este tipo de cosas... )

( La mansión porque, bueno, es su casa. Ahí puede hacer lo que quiera, pero aquí... )

( ¡Lo mejor será volver a clase pronto y encontrar una forma de encontentar a Ayato-kun! ¡Siento que voy tarde! )

—Monólogo.—

Luego, mientras miraba su espalda, Ayato se fue por el pasillo delante de mí. Me dejó solo.

Finalmente, pude ubicar lo que necesitaba para vendar el rasguño en mi rodilla cuando fui al estante.

Más que ira ahora, mi expresión pareció aflojarse como si la confusión se hubiera apoderado de mí de repente; aunque desconocía todavía el motivo con una ligera sospecha.

Me pasé la mano por el cuello con cada dedo, tratando de entenderlo mientras me invadía el recuerdo vergonzoso de lo que no debía ser antes de regresar al aula de clases.

꒰ 𔓕 ꒱ㅤEste capítulo viene incluido con un poema, estos están relacionados con la historia, pero puedes omitirlos. ¿Quieres leerlo?

CW: Ninguno.

Actos humanos.

Me gusta mucho escribir en mis tiempos libres.

He estado esperando para contártelo más de una vez, por fin ando que siento que tengo que mostrarte mi cuadernito. A medida que el profe habla una y otra vez, las oportunidades para imaginar se atenúan y se desarman, creando sombras de tonos azules.

Yo lo único que quiero hacer es seguir hablando en clase, jugueteando, aunque no les agrade.

Las flores son hermosas,

los insectos aman bailar

y los bichos se quedan sentados.

El hombre está condenado a ser libre,

los niños pueden jugar, las niñas lo pueden anhelar,

pero sólo los muertos lo pueden gozar.

Las palabras queman como el fuego,

la noche se vuelca hoy en la cama,

descendiendo de la Tierra me encuentro.

Este es un escrito sin pies, este es un escrito sin cabeza, léelo al revés y haz una mueca, grita al cielo y llora en bajeza. Hasta que el discurso del profe acabe, hasta cansarme en el transcurso de su clase; no me callo, no oigo nada y me quito del coraje.

ーー FIN DEL DARK 05 ーー

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Kyle w fake s/o that has a crush on him (?) 

saying sorry in advance lol

Kyle’s and your gambit actually went on for months, it’s like that game gay chicken

https://www.reddit.com/r/Jokes/comments/eeawja/i_once_played_a_game_of_gay_chicken/

Wendy actually realized that you and Kyle were just putting up a front for everyone, honestly all of it got too stressful for you and Wendy seemed like the only person you can talk to about it. She was clueless to why you agreed but listened to your rants and vents nonetheless (best girl fr)

Stan also found out– Wendy is great at keeping secrets but let’s be honest, I feel like Stan and Wendy are the type to gossip about people but not to worry, Stendy kept it a secret that they knew about you two fake dating. 

This actually benefits you, Stan and Wendy having a good friendship with each other, you start to hang out with them most of the time, leaving Kyle because he’s a killjoy who always studies :( honestly at first he doesn’t care but as time goes he feels a bit left out.

Stendy helped you try to drop hints to Kyle that you like him, he’s a bit dense here. Since you two fake dates when you drop hints he thinks that you were just acting (?) even if it’s just the two of you in the room (?? dumbass kyle) honestly, it would be like: 

You were lying down on Kyle’s bed, looking at the ceiling as he was studying by his table, and your lips let out a sigh as you glanced at him. “Ky” you mumble. It was the only nickname Kyle approved of, and you already got used to calling him that, “yeah?” he responds, his eyes not leaving the computer. “Do you actually like someone?” You ask, sitting up as you look at him. This made him stop on his track, his eyebrow raised as he turned to face you, “why?” he asked. “Just curious” you spoke as you shrugged your shoulders. “Um, okay…?” he mumbled before turning back to his computer. Silence filled the room for a second before he sighed, finally coming up with an answer. “I– I do… I think, maybe” he stammered, which you thought was weird, your eyebrow raised as you listened to him. “Then, why didn’t you.. Ask them to be your fake partner?” you asked, flopping back to the bed, feeling a bit bummed out and jealous by his answer. You heard Kyle mumble something under his breath, but you really couldn’t get what he meant, “what was that?” you asked, curious about what he said, “nothing, I said shut up” he sighed, you found his attitude a bit off so your eyes landed on him and you saw his ears and neck was red.

Basically you are dense too. (not really you dropping hint but you get it)

Wendy recommended like, laughing at his dumb jokes to which you took offence of because his jokes really were funny (not really) and complimenting him, she says that boys love that shit and pretends to use Stan as an example, he was a blushing mess after. 

Since you always hung out around Stan and Wendy, Kyle came to the conclusion that you either liked both of them or one of them. He tried not to mind it because you two were never a thing, he shouldn’t meddle in your business if you liked them anyways. 

Since he got a bit fed up with you hanging out constantly with Stan and Wendy, he started to avoid you more than usual and the whole school made a big deal out of it, saying that you two already broke up. 

The whole situation made you rethink your steps, trying to figure out why Kyle was maybe mad at your or why he was avoiding you although it only resulted in you burning out, Wendy stepped in and suggested to just talk it out with Kyle, as much as you wanted to you felt like you couldn’t really visit him. 

Stendy felt a bit bad for you and Kyle, so Wendy persuaded Stan to have a talk with Kyle while she consoles you so he did… it kinda went down like:

Stan knocked on Kyle’s door, feeling like he shouldn’t have gotten caught up between you and Kyle’s drama, nonetheless, he wanted to help. The door opened and he was greeted by Kyle, the redhead was looking like he hadn’t had a good sleep for ages, “Jesus, Kyle…” Stan hisses as he frowned at the appearance of his best friend. 

“Do you even sleep?” Stan asked, pushing through his best friend, and guided him to the couch. “I do sleep,” Kyle retaliated, sighing as he let the latter drag him. “Good, you sure don’t look like it” Stan mumbles, sitting Kyle down. He sat down beside Kyle, letting out a sigh as he sank down to the couch, stealing glances from his best friend. “I heard... You haven’t been talking to y/n” Stan started.

“Yeah, and does it even matter to you?” Kyle sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

“You and y/n are my friends, you know? So naturally, I care about both of you… and Wendy pushed me to talk to you,” he placed a hand on Kyle’s back. “Dude… I am honestly concerned. You look like shit, so just tell me what’s wrong? Why are you avoiding y/n?” he continued. 

“I– it just felt right…” he trailed off, taking a breath before continuing to speak, “we were just fake dating, Stan… we—” he paused, taking another breath, “we actually are not together” He admitted, looking at Stan for some kind of reaction.

Stan let out an exaggerated gasp, covering his mouth as he acted surprise in front of Kyle, the latter’s face twisted. His eyebrows furrow at Stan’s reaction.

“What?” He murmured before realizing, “no— you knew?”

“Well…” He paused, shrugging as he continues “yeah, y/n told Wendy… And Wendy told me” Stan mumbles, averting his eyes from Kyle’s gaze.

“Ah…” he nodded before looking at Stan again, his eyes wide, “huh?! they told Wendy? Is that why you all have been hanging out more?” he asked.

“Well... kind of? Yeah, why?” 

“I thought– I thought, maybe y/n liked you–” he was cut off by Stan’s laugh.

“y/n like me? What a big joke– they actually like–” he immediately covered his mouth. His eyes darted to Kyle. “Um... I didn’t say anything” he mumbles.

“y/n likes who? Stan?” Kyle asked, his voice stern.

“I dunno man, ask them, I am not going in the middle of ya’ll shit again so just talk to them and clear this misunderstanding alright?” Stan cringes at his word, “Oh god, man, you made me sound like an old person” he sighed, shaking his head.

Kyle chuckles a bit and nods, “you kind of do” he agreed, which earned him a nudge on the shoulder.

“Shut up and just do what I told you to. I swear to you, it will make your life easier” he sighed, rolling his eyes at his best friend.

“I know…” he mumbles, scratching his nape, “but don’t you think that y/n would be a bit— maybe not even a bit…” he mumbles, letting out a sigh before continuing, “like y/n would be mad at me for avoiding them?” 

Stan chuckles and nods, “oh hell yeah, for sure, but if you want to at least keep being friends with them just... say what you feel” he cringed again, sighing as he rubbed his nose bridge. “Did I actually say those words?” He whispered to himself.

“Yeah, that was gay” Kyle laughs softly, sighing as he lets himself sink on the couch, “You know... I think— I think I like y/n” he admitted. 

Stan looked at him, his eyebrows raised as he sank back to the couch, “Wow, nice solve, Sherlock,” he mocked, chuckling slightly.

“Shut up. I’m being for real, Stan” he murmured, covering his eyes with his arm, “I- I was jealous when… y/n started to hang out with you guys, I legit thought that she either liked you or Wendy,” he let out a sigh.

“y/n doesn’t like me or Wendy.” Stan sighed and turned to look at his friend, “was that why you avoided y/n?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at Kyle.

“Yeah… Well, kind of, I was just jealous. I thought it would be better for me to stay away from her until…” he took a breath, “until I sort out my own feelings because I really couldn’t face her, I thought I might lose my temper if I see her with you and Wendy…” He dragged a sigh, running his finger through his hair. “I just- I never actually intended for this to happen, I just wanted to get my parents off of my back… then next thing I know the whole town knew about it” he grumbled, “I mean- I don’t regret it, I did end up liking y/n even though we made a rule that we won’t fall for one another” he mumbles.

The last sentence made Stan look at Kyle, “you made house rules? No one should fall for each other?” he asked, sighing as his hands hit his face, “no... fucking wonder”

“Yeah,” Kyle mumbled, “Thanks, Stan, for coming here,” his lips tugged as he looked at Stan.

found this kind of dumb

(yall couldn’t tell I got carried away by the dialogue right?) I’m so sorry... I didn’t like this too :( maybe they’ll talk? maybe they won’t? 

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hey pooks 😛 fic idea 😍 jasper and nick go get a christmas tree and drive around looking at lights 😋 is this a short request? yes. do i think you’ll make a fic that makes me wanna read it to my grandchildren when i’m 90? yes.

Christmas Tree— Romantic #13

In which: Matt and Chris leave it up to Nick to get a new Christmas tree. But he can’t do that alone, can he?

I actually fucking love this idea omgggg even though I didn’t make it that short 😛

“Do you guys want to help decorate?!” Nick asked excitedly, barging into the room.

“You’re just now decorating? Thought you would’ve done that before Thanksgiving.” Matt commented.

“Low on motivation, high on Christmas spirit.” He shrugged. “Now you want to help or not?”

“Yeah, I got nothing better to do anyways.” Chris replied, getting off the couch and putting his phone in his back pocket. Matt only nodded, getting up as well.

“Also, I don’t know where the tree went. I looked everywhere and I found all the other decorations.” Nick claimed, opening a bin and taking out some of the decorations.

“We were putting it away last year and the stand broke, remember?” Matt explained.

“No? Why didn’t you guys tell me? We could’ve gotten a new one when they were on sale!” He says.

“It’s fine, how about you go get a new one.” Chris suggested. “Have Jasper take you, he’s coming over in a little bit anyways.”

Nick just stared at him for a moment before rolling his eyes. “Yeah, whatever, I’ll call him.”

Another twenty minutes of the triplets putting up random snowmen and fake snow all over the house, Jasper walks in. Nick walks up to him giving him a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“You ready to go?” He asked.

“Please! Take me away from my idiotic brothers.” Nick joked, waving to his brothers before walking out the door.

“What kind of tree should we get? One from a store or like a real tree?” The redhead wondered, scrolling through his Spotify to pick a song.

“I don’t really think it matters, either way it’s going to be at a store and it’s just a tree that’s going to be up for a month maybe. But you better hurry and pick a song, I can’t stand listening to Taylor Swift any longer.” Jasper answered, staring ahead of him.

“Okay, okay!” Nick exclaimed, picking the first song he saw. “Ooo I love this song!”

“How do you have so much Christmas spirit?” He asked.

“Huh? Oh, I don’t know. Just do, I guess.” The other shrugged.

“Why didn’t you guys get a new tree when they were on sale? Christmas shit is always on sale after Christmas.” Jasper confirmed.

“That’s what I told them! I didn’t even know we needed a new tree until today!” Nick stated. “Straight people are so dumb.”

Jasper pulls into a parking lot and parks the car. “Agreed. Don’t understand how you put up with them.” He claimed sarcastically, unlocking and getting out his car.

“I don’t understand either.” Nick said, getting out of the vehicle and looking at the sky. “Damn, it’s only six and the sun is already setting.”

“Yeah, it’s like winter, dude. That’s what happens.” Jasper replies.

“Ew, don’t call me “dude”. You make it seem like we’re like bros or something.” The redhead grimaced.

“I mean, we’re going into a Home Depot, that’s like the straightest store ever, dude.” The tan skinned boy confirmed.

They both walk into the Home Depot, looking around and trying to find the Christmas trees. When they do, Nick takes the time to look at and inspecting all of them thoroughly before narrowing it down to the ones he liked best.

“I think I’m going to get this one.” He finally decided. “Looks like one we used to have when we were kids.”

Nick pauses for a second, thinking. “We just need one of those pushy things.”

“Pushy things? Carts you mean?” Jasper questioned.

“Well. We’re gonna need a cart too because we need to get more ornaments. But that other thing.”

“A platform truck?” The curly haired boy wondered.

“Yeah, that thing.”

“Okay, let’s go.”

They walk all the way back to the front of the store to get the carts and walking back to get the Christmas tree. Nick grabs the tree and sets it on the truck.

“Do you want to get the ornaments real quick? It’s just the next isle over.” Jasper asks.

“Yeah, we got to be quick though. I don’t want anyone trying to take my tree. It’s the last one.” Nick says.

The redhead follows the other down the isle and they grab a pack of ornaments, Nick taking the time to look at individual ones for him and his brothers. He grabs a shark for Matt, headphones for Chris, and an Edward Scissorhands one for himself. They walk back and quickly get the tree and walking to the check out.

“Don’t tell Matt and Chris, but I’m going to use our shared money.” Nick laughs, sliding the card and paying.

They load everything into the back of Jasper’s vehicle before getting in. “It’s so dark now. How long were we in there?”

“Uhhh, almost an hour.” The curly haired boy answered, looking at the time.

“I spent that much time looking at trees?” Nick inquired.

“No, mostly you walking around and looking at other decorations and me telling you that you don’t need it. I saved you like a thousand bucks.”

“Oh…” Nick trailed off, looking out the window. “Look at all the lights. More people need to go all out when decorating. I want to drive around and have all my senses stimulated with colors and bright lights and Christmas.”

“There’s this light show place not far from here. They go all out every year and do something different.” Jasper claimed.

“Oh my god. Can we go?” Nick lit up, immediately turning to look at him.

“Yeah, sure. We should get food first though.”

“Oh hell yeah! Taco Bell?”

“Yeah, okay. I’m good with that.”

They go through the drive through and get their food, now driving to the light show. From a distance, they were still able to see all the lights. It illuminated the sky and everything around it.

“So it’s a neighborhood that goes all out on decorating the outside of their house with lights? And we vote on which house looks the best and whoever wins gets like money?” Nick clarified, almost shocked with the concept.

“Yeah, I go like every year. Each house always does something different.” Jasper repeats.

“That actually makes me so happy.” The redhead smiles.

“I know it does, babe.” Jasper responded, laying his hand on Nick’s thigh as he continued to drive.

When they first get there, they notice cars driving slowly in front of them, taking the time to look at every house. Nick pulls up the website to vote for the houses, marking what would be his first three places.

The bright colored lights shine in their faces, Nick getting multiple pictures of Jasper for his photography account on Instagram, which seemed to only be filled with him lately.

They enjoyed looking at every house, Nick getting excited at the different themes. Some were the Grinch, Home Alone, and countless of other popular Christmas movies. But then, Jasper said.

“Hey, isn’t that that one guy? I don’t know his name but he’s from that Arthur movie or something, isn’t he?”

“WHAT?!” Nick yelled, sitting up to look where his boyfriend was pointing at. “OH MY GOD. It is! No way someone did an Arthur Christmas theme!” He exclaimed with joy.

He takes out his phone and takes a video of the whole drive past it, sending it to his brothers and just then seeing the multiple missed messages from them. Mostly asking where he was since he had been gone for so long. He simply just tells them about the light show and going to Home Depot then turning his phone off, enjoying the rest of the time with his boyfriend and the lights.

[wordy-little-witch]

Hiii i miss sending u anon stuff isjzjsz im studying for exams😭😭💀💀 i wish i have the discipline to study consistently aaaaa

Can i request the 7 minutes in heaven shuggy prompt? And maybe a treasure hunt w/ the crossgild trouple? Tysm wordy ur posts have been like a destressor somewhat (also an angst fest cuz wtf the rayeligh shit HURTED- do u have more of it? Lmao also shanks in the tags, him being protective is wat i live for platonically or romantically❤️❤️)

Hiiii honey!!! I'm happy to hear from you ♡♡ I'm proud of you for studying and good luck with your exams, you can do it!!!! ♡♡♡♡♡ ((Also mood I struggle with routine and yet thrive with routine. It's a cosmic pain))

I can do two lil bits I think for this ♡ I'll separate them out, so one here, another later on ((I'll add on to this one)) ♡

As for the Rayliegh bit - hhhh yeah. Listen. LiStEn. If I can't afford therapy to resolve my parental and sibling issues then I'll sure as shit hurt my blorbo and make everyone watch teehee dw about it cute boy things.

And Shanks is plveru protective and also so dynamic. He has Le Range. He's a beloved character with a laundry list of Traumatic Lore and so little screen time you could do damn near anything and it's arguably canonical. I love him. I also love to make him an absolute hot mess gremlin bc he deserves it ♡♡

Onto the fun stuff!!!!!

Shuggy -> Seven Minutes in Heaven

This was worse than the get along shirt, Buggy grumbled angrily, screwing his eyes shut and bonking his head into the wall. A foot pressed against his shin, igniting the sudden, vicious urge to kick out and hope to hit something Specific in the dark. He held it at bay, just giving a slow sigh.

Voices drifted by overhead, mostly chipper, a decent chunk slurred. Buggy pouted.

"Um... Bugs?"

"What," he snapped, curling tighter into a ball. He heard more than saw Shanks flinch back a little.

"I... um.... I just...." There was a shuffle in the tiny storage closet, earning a blind glower from the blue haired cabin boy.

"Spit it out, fuckface!"

"I'm sorry."

There was silence for a moment. Buggy tried breathing slowly, in through the nose, out through the mouth, just the way Cap had taught him. He let out the breath for a few second, one, two, three, four. "It's.... not your fault," he said at last, trying to keep his breathing steady. "We weren't even really fighting."

"Old man Rayleigh should learn to tell the difference," the redhead scoffed quietly. "We were training...." He shifted slightly. "I didn't mean to hit you that hard."

Buggy snorted. "Please. You punch like a civilian."

"Civilians can punch heads off of necks," Shanks shot back teasingly, moving blindly in the dark to nudge the other's leg. "I'll have to keep that in mind."

"No, dumbass, but they could knock my head off. I'm still not.... used to this." He popped off his fingers, one at a time. The soft clicks or detachment and reattachment echoed in the dark.

"... I'm sorry for that too."

"Shut up, I don't need your pity."

The other moved suddenly, and Buggy bit back a squeak as hands grappled in the black before clamping onto his shoulders. A forehead bumped his own, a bit too high before nuzzling lower. He could feel the heat from the other boy's skin sinking into his own, and he prayed that the force of his blush didn't ACTUALLY make his nose glow the way Cap and Crocus teased him about.

"It's not pity," Shanks said roughly. He shook the other the slightest bit before sighing. "It's empathy."

"The hell are you-?!"

"Just-! Listen, Buggy!" Shanks tilted his head, his nose brushing Buggy's and drawing a soft sound from the younger boy. "You wanted the treasure and I startled you. The map fell into the sea. And I'm sorry. You loved swimming, and even I could see how much the sea loved you, too. You've got sea salt in your veins and waves in your hair, you always always have, and now you can't lay out in the water like a siren anymore and it hurts you! I know it does. You're my best friend, my better half, and I hurt you. I caused your pain. And I will never forgive that. So I'm sorry."

".... they'renot real."

"What?"

Buggy swallowed, his own hands moving, one gripping to a strong forearm, the other at a baggy shirt on the redhead's side. "Sirens. They're not real. Just stories, remember? Even Captain said."

There was a brief moment before Shanks chuckled. "Maybe," he breathed, his lashes tickling against Buggy's own. "But I believe in them. Beautiful beings who sing wonderful songs and lure sailors into parts unknown...."

"Why?"

"Because I'd never hesitate to follow you anywhere, Buggy. You say my name and I'm yours. I know sirens are real because you're real."

Suddenly the cramped darkness felt far warmer. Buggy tried to quiet his gasp. "S-Stupid Shanks...?"

"Pretty Buggy."

There was movement and then there was heat on his nose, his cheeks, his lips. And Buggy squirmed, pushing and pulling until their bodies slotted together perfectly, a hand dipping under his beanie to grip cerulean hair as straw tickled his wrist as his own cupped the back of a neck. Breathless, boneless, they clung and basked and pulled closer, closer closer. Buggy was growing dizzy, but it was pleasant, comfortable, warm, safe and he'd never felt so-

Blinded.

His body suddenly was sent sprawling, light piercing his eyes, and then he coughed a wheeze as a heavy weight crushed his ribcage, his lip smarting as teeth sunk into it.

Shanks pushed himself up, rubbing his eyes and squinting.

Buggy glared through his tears.

Rayleigh looked gobsmacked. "Oh. I was... not expecting that. Hmm." He glanced between the two for a moment before turning on his heel. "Use protection, this is above my pay grade."

Shanks huffed a mild, embarassed laugh. Buggy simply wanted to die.