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Torre Alfina - (VR) Una dimora storica nel centro Italia.

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Dogstomp #3139 - August 5th Patreon / Discord Server / Itaku / Bluesky

[lululeighsworld]

but no wait it actually makes sense if anankos is tempting gunter with the bifrost staff he holds in his boss chapter since we learn in heirs of fate anankos wants to start anew and like. who better to bring back to a world free of human dominance than gunter's family who were murdered because of it

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[lostinelsewhere]

Lust - Yautja x fem!oc

word count : 3139

summary : She was as stubborn as can be and ignored his orders to stay in the ship. Reia decided it was a good idea to wander off and bathe in a pond while he was on a hunt, he found her naked and when she disobeyed him again, his last thread of control snapped and she ended on his shoulders naked.

This chapter is the aftermath of ^

cw : interspecies sex, fingering, oral sex (f! receiving), biting, thigh fucking, size kink, claws?

a/n : You don't need to read this note but can if you want! It will set the story a little more and help understand their history as this chapter is further in the story.

Kahto’Iktei is a male who has been voyaging alone for centuries, the curiosity of planet earth has gotten to his youngest brother who was now in the hands of a human scientist who worked with the military.

Reia is a 24 year old woman whose father is said scientist. She was at the wrong place at the wrong time and was taken for leverage when Kahto couldn’t get to his brother. 

Now I don’t want to spoil anything but Kahto hates humans and Reia hates him. Down the road though, a tension grows between the both as they learn new things. 

This chapter is set around a month after the taking, so all the buildup has lead to this :P

MDNI, 18+ ONLY. THIS IS ALIEN X HUMAN SEXUAL ACTS. IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT, DON'T READ IT.

His chest rose and fell with each deep breath he took trying to calm himself down. Something in him stirred wildly at the sight of the naked female beneath him. 

Walking back from the pond with her hunched over his shoulder had turned his mind into a mere blob, his senses had left him and bringing her back to the ship had been the only thing he had thought about. 

Now having her in his nest bare had him frozen, unsure of what would now happen. 

The human girl covered herself with her small fingers but that didn’t hide her from his wavering eyes. He could smell what her body craved and she didn’t know he had any idea of it. 

They hated each other, there was no attraction between the both, those were mere words that flew in their vision when they thought of one another. How silly were those words when they were now so close, their bodies screaming for one thing, sex. 

He stepped back from the bed removing his helmet, the metal clunk on his desk making Reia jump slightly as her heart thumped hard against her ribcage.

She barely had time to react when rough hands grabbed her hips pulling her to the middle of the furrs, her body sliding against their softness.  

Reia squeaked as she reached to grab onto his tight hold as Kahto’s tongue slid across her cunt making her gasp at the sensation, it was so much smoother than a human’s tongue.

The sight of this male between her legs made her want him more. His tongue left her a moment after and she groaned, but quickly snapped her eyes open when she felt something probe against her entrance. Reia rose on her elbows breathing heavily. 

“Y-you’re not going to put those in me?” She stuttered nervously, eyes wide watching the clawed fingers near her entrance. 

Kahto chuckled looking up from between her thighs, eyes glossy with hunger. 

“I won’t hurt you, little human.” He purred, pressing his tongue against her leaking cunt. “They may seem sharp,” he slowly slid his finger against her thigh, “but they are only harmful with the right amount of pressure.” She bit her lips when he pressed harder knowing it would leave a mark. 

Kahto enjoyed the sight of her reddening flesh as he continued lower, never pressing hard enough to draw blood. 

“Only the best hunters know how to control their strength,” his eyes locked onto hers making her stomach flip, “lucky for you, I am one of the finest hunters I know. And I know of many.” He chuckled before biting her thigh, his tongue dragging until her folds were in his mouth. 

Reia moaned, arching her back as she felt his finger slip inside her, she was wet enough for him to easily enter and Kahto growled at that. 

She tasted so divine, better than he could have imagined. The little taste he’d had before she’d stopped him hadn’t been enough for him to realize how much he enjoyed it. He’d never gone down on a female, foreplay wasn’t something his kind did and a female Yautja would never let those mandibles near them, they’d have his head before he’d be able to even try. 

He felt her clench around him as he licked the little bud he’d learned was her clit, he had spent late nights researching about human females anatomy and had wondered if what was written had been true. The videos he had watched had seemed exaggerated at the pleasure one could get from this little organ. 

He was surprised when she moaned again when his thumb grazed her nub and the way she smelled different. The scent of her arousal was more potent as she seemed to near an orgasm that he didn’t know would come so quickly. 

Kahto wasted no time to set a pace her body seemed to fall apart under, his tongue flicked against her folds and up to her clit while he tried to insert another finger. 

The human girl gasped trying to squirm away at the stretch but groaned when he grabbed onto her hips with his free hand, laying it flat against her stomach holding her down. 

“You can take it, girl.” He rumbled against her, slowly pushing his finger in. He pumped in and out feeling her clench around him and picked up speed. Reia swore she saw stars when he growled, the vibrations against her cunt felt like heaven. 

Kahto felt his cock ache and grinded his hips against the furrs, he hissed lowly when his cock caught against his loincloth. He knew the human couldn’t handle him, but he knew he may not be able to control himself once she cums around his fingers moaning his name.

Everything was becoming too much for Reia, the assault on her clit and his two fingers, that weren’t small, fucked her with such desire that she felt that low feeling form in the pit of her stomach.

He could feel her coming undone, pride welt into his chest at how easy it was to get her into this moaning mess, but he wanted to hear his name fall from her lips, he wanted his name to be the last she’d ever moan. 

Fuck, he shouldn’t be thinking like this. She was still his hostage and he would still bring her back to the place she calls home once he gets his brother back. That was the deal and he had no plans on breaking it, or so he told himself. 

Kahto bit down on her thigh and Reia’s hands jolted to his locks, he growled as she held some sending shots of arousal straight to his groin. Her fingers wrapped around them as she squeezed harder making Kahto’s teeth sink into her skin as her cunt clenched around his fingers. The sudden pain of the mark and his fingers fucking into her senseless drove Reia to so close to the edge. He curled the pad of his fingers upwards filling the room with wet sound mixed with her cry as she came, moaning his name in a broken babble. 

Her hold was still tight around his locks, so Kahto licked the blood that leaked from his mark, lowering his hand from her stomach and circling her clit with his thumb. She squeezed again, tightening her thighs around his head and Kahto picked up pace, the hard bud pulsed as overstimulation came over her. 

Her mind was so lost in the haze of her orgasm, that it took her a moment of trying to push him away when she remembered that night she had touched his locks. How angry he’d become and what’d he’d growled at her. She hissed when his teeth scraped her flesh again and quickly let go as she recalled his words, “Touch me there again and I will have your hands. Only a mate is allowed to, not you. Do you understand me, human?”.

She had been taken aback at his sudden anger, but when he’d told her more about the meaning of it and how it affected them, she’d felt bad for her actions even if she’d loathed him. She still did, loathe him that is, even if he had his fingers inside of her mere seconds ago making her cry his name in pleasure. 

This didn’t change things. These little excuses danced in their minds on how one was bad and the other was intolerable, that this was just their body’s needs and things would surely go back to normal.

Only the foolish ones would believe that, and Kahto knew that thought was right, but he didn’t want to accept it. It seemed crazy to think how much his cock controlled his mind, it hadn’t been the same when he bred those females all those years ago. Maybe it had something to do with humans, which would also explain why his eldest brother had fallen for one many moons ago. 

He licked the bite one last time before moving himself up, licking her pink aching buds when he reached her chest. Reia moaned, digging her nails in his taut skin. She was tired from an orgasm that she’d had only with his fingers and tongue. She laughed in her head thinking about how she had never been this satisfied with human men. The amount of times she’d faked her moans and her quivering legs as they sucked everywhere but her clit, it was even more amusing to her how this alien male had found it having never touched a human woman before. He had turned her into a crying mess with a cunt that begged for more and that shamed her a bit, she shouldn’t have fallen so easily. 

They both breathed heavily and she could feel his hardness as he buried his head in the crook of her neck. She wanted nothing more than to touch him, see him fall under her touches and make him come to the human he despises.

Licking her lips trying to hide a smile he couldn’t see, she snuck her fingers between their bodies reaching for him. Kahto quickly shot up at the touch with his mandibles laxed as he looked at her twinkling eyes, she had that same look he’d seen when she'd drank the fhrag. That day he’d learned that certain Yautja beverages affected humans in a different way. 

“Let me, please.” She begged, stroking up and down his length that was covered by the thin material of his loincloth. Kahto began to purr, dropping his head back to her neck as locks spread across her collarbone. He’d been waiting so long for those fingers to touch him like this, for her to want to please him. 

He began to buck his hips, her hand matching his rhythm. He didn’t know how much he could take of this, of not fucking her pretty little cunt like he desired.

“You don’t need to pleasure me, little human.” He balled his fists in the furrs when her strokes tightened, sending shivers down his spine. 

“I want to see you come.” She whispered in his ear, tugging her lips between her teeth making Kahto groan. She slipped her fingers under the cloth and gasped when she wrapped her hand around his head, the warmth of it surprised her as she lowered her fingers over the ridges of his length. 

He was so big, he felt even bigger than he had looked that night when she had caught him pleasuring himself, but now having her fingers wrapped around his cock made her mouth water, she wanted to wrap her lips around him and make him lose control. 

Her nails gently grazed his throbbing length until she reached the bulbous end of it before squeezing hard. A deep growl rumbled through Kahto’s chest as he lifted himself up over her, his chest heaving in an anger he couldn’t control. 

He wasn’t angry at her, but angry at the situation. It was hard controlling the need to mate this female, painful even. It killed him even more knowing she had no idea what she��d just done, she was oblivious to what a knot was and how sensitive it became when the male was intensely aroused. 

He lowered himself mere inches from her face and her breath hitched. “Be careful what you wish for.” He whispered, pulling away as he  shredded the thin piece of material that covered him. Reia’s surprised gasp echoed in the walls as he pulled her closer, bunching the furrs and pulling her pelvis above them, angling her to his. 

He pumped his cock a few times before pushing her legs together placing them against his chest, his teeth grazed her ankles as he thrusted forward, the fat of her thighs squeezed his cock sending a shiver down his spine as he rubbed himself against her aching clit. 

Reia moaned as he grunted, setting a pace that had her tits bouncing with every snap of his hips. He was rough and she was sure she’d have bruises littering her skin with the grip he had on her. 

Her leaking cunt slicked his cock and Kahto knew if he tried, he’d be hilt deep in her with how wet she was. His mandibles flexed hard against his jaw as he bent his head backwards, his throat bobbing as he swallowed hard trying to forget the thought of her wet heat wrapped around him. 

Kahto felt his cock pulse making him thrust harder, he lowered his hands grabbing onto hers as she scratched against his toned abdomen. 

“Keep your legs tight, just like that. Good girl.” He grunted, lowering himself above her. He saw the pure lust in her features as her nose scrunched up, the new position making the whole of his length rub against her core. She whimpered as the bulbous base of his cock rubbed against her entrance.

“Fuck, I wish you could take me, I would breed you until my seed took and you were full of my pup. Round and beautiful, and mine.” He growled in his tongue gripping her hips and digging his claws against her flesh, small indents formed but he couldn’t control himself, he was close and so was she. 

She couldn’t think straight anymore, she didn’t care who was between her legs or everything that had happened in the last months, all she cared for was her release. “Please, Kahto. Fuck, keep going.” Her mewls filled his ears as his pace became sloppy. His locks splayed around her head and Kahto forced his eyes open seeing her dazed ones looking back as the world seemed to stop around them. 

This had been the most intimate he’d ever been with a female during mating, and he wasn’t even inside her. His mouth gaped when he felt his stomach tense, he pounded harder focusing on her expression as he tried to make her come before he would. 

Reia dug her nails in his forearms as her cunt began to clench around nothing, white bliss filled her vision and her legs began to shake against his body. He groaned, putting his forehead against hers as cum spurted from his cock in thick ropes littering her stomach. 

They both breathed heavily as Kahto pulled back letting her legs fall around his waist, he grabbed his cock and pushed his cum on her cunt smearing it around her folds. Reia inhaled, surprised by his action as he pressed the tip of his cock against her entrance. Just the tip would stretch her more than any other male she’d been with and he knew that. He however, didn’t know how much of this he could take without breaking. 

Reia thought about what would happen next, would things change or would they truly go back to before? She felt shame in her actions and disappointed that it came to this. She still loathed him, wished he’d be gone out of her life but a little part that hid in the back of her mind hoped they’d do this again. 

Kahto’s head was as conflicted as hers but he showed no emotions to it, his face was back to the blank expression she despised seeing. That face he always made when something between the both happened and it seemed like it didn’t bother him whatsoever, that angered her more than she’d like to admit and many times had she thought about smacking it off his face, but she knew he’d have her hands hanging like trophies on his walls. 

“I will bathe you.” are the only words that filled the silence and Reia hid her surprised expression. Bathe her? She repeated the words in her head, he surely didn’t mean that. The sensual moment had darted out of the room the second he came, surely he wouldn’t do aftercare?

She stuttered, still surprised she shook her head. “I don’t need you to bathe me,” she pushed herself back pulling the furrs over her naked body and cringed when she felt his seed sticking to them. 

“It is our custom.” His brows furrowed at her sudden distance, “when we mate with a female, we bathe her. It would be improper leaving her dirty with our seed.” 

“I will be fine on my own, thank you.” Her tone was quiet and Kahto watched her scurry to the corner where the shower was with furrs dragging on the ground. She hesitantly turned around silently begging him to leave. Kahto clenched his jaw, yanking his torn loincloth from the ground and tying it around his waist. It was no use but he didn’t care.

The human’s rejection bit him like a venomous snake and Kahto wondered what had happened in the moment between moaning his name and after they’d finished. He hadn’t said anything to her. What had upsetted her? Was she ashamed? Did she regret what had happened? 

Questions filled his mind but he pushed them far out. There was no going back from what they did, and that was something he hoped she understood. 

Kahto shook his head when he heard the water running, cursing to himself as he stepped out of his ship. He knew one day having the shower in his nest wouldn’t be a good idea, but he’d been alone for centuries and never thought he’d have a little female who’d tell him out of his own room. 

The air was crisp as the moon lit up his path, he hadn’t realized night had come but felt relieved. The male made his way to the pond that had started this whole ordeal and pondered on what would happen when he’d return. 

Back at the ship, the little human sat on the warming tiles with her hands on her head letting the water flow on top of her body. Reality was setting in and Reia tried to ignore it but knew it would only make matters worse if she ran from the truth. 

She had enjoyed what had happened between the both and that was a hard pill to swallow, but what was harder for her to accept was how much she wanted for him to fuck her. To feel all of him inside of her and watch him lose control. That little taste she had when he manhandled her before he fucked her thighs had made her wetter than she liked to admit. 

Would he even want to touch her like that again? Or had he truly been un bothered and disgusted by it all? It bothered her how quick his expression had changed and how closed off he became in a matter of seconds. 

Reia took a deep breath before forcing her mind to wander to other things that didn’t include him, but that was deemed harder than said. 

a/n : I apologize if it was confusing! Like I've said this is a random chapter and their relationship is not best described here. I just wanted to post something about what I've been writing to see if anyone likes it! :)

[legitimatesatanspawn]

Ring Bearer Ages at the point of Fellowship's founding.

The One Ring:

Sauron: Not calculable due to existing before the planet. Assuming "Necromancer" entailed a physical form in Dol Guldur and wasn't slain when chased out, then physically 1918 years old.

Isildur: 234 years old. [dead; 3250 years since birth.]

Smeagol/Gollum: 578 years old.

Bilbo Baggins: 128 years old.

Frodo Baggins: 50 years old.

Samwise Gamgee: 38 years old.

Elven Rings:

Galadriel: 7049+???. Easily up to 22049 years old.

Cirdian: At least 10549 years old. If "Valarian Years" not "Solar Years" for the 3500 year Journey, then 288007049. (Didn't make the Great Journey to Valinor before the Sun was made.)

Elrond: 6517 years old.

Gandalf: Physical form existent for 2018 years. Otherwise not calculable due to existing before the planet.

Dwarven Rings:

All owners are dead. Not all are known.

Durin III is unclear in age.

Thror, 248 [dead; 476 years since birth.]

Thrain II, 206 [dead; 374 years since birth.]

Mannish Rings:

All owners are dead and previous selves not known. Unlife has lasted 4209 years.

For Reference:

Sun and Moon: 7049 years old.

Sun and Moon's Tree-parents: 15000 years old [dead; 22049 years since planting.]

Gondor: 3139 years old.

The Shire: 509 years old.

Rohan: 1417 years old.

[floyds-favorite-shrimp]

It's Just an Otome

Idia x Fem!Yuu

Word Count: 3139

Fluff

TW: Some Assault. Mentions of small amounts of blood and bruising.

*More Under Cut*

“Idia, I’m here with my report!” Came Ortho’s excited voice as he opened the door to Idia’s room without knocking.

“Report?” Idia questioned, scrunching his blue eyebrows together. “I don’t remember asking you for a report.” His bright yellow eyes left his computer screen as they fell on his younger brother. 

“I took it upon myself to report on Yuu!” Ortho said. His mouth wasn’t visible behind his mechanized mask, but the way his eyes closed made it obvious he was smiling. Idia’s jaw dropped, his eyes wide as he ran his pale fingers anxiously through his flaming blue hair.

“W-w-w-why would you do that?!” Idia asked, pushing himself away from his desk and standing up to fully face Ortho. “That’s creepy!”

Ortho tilted his head to the side in confusion. He narrowed his golden eyes. “I thought you were interested in her. Was I incorrect?” He asked, Idia could hear a hint of sadness in his voice. 

“I-well-listen-” Idia stuttered out nervously, caught between sparing his brother's feelings and his pride. “I-i-i-it’s not like I’m not  interested or… anything…” He trailed off, feeling his cheeks start to heat up. He glanced down and noticed that the tips of his hair were also turning a pale red. “Well, alright. Let’s see what you got.” He said quietly, glancing up.

Ortho smiled once again, his chest lighting up and projecting images in front of him. There was Yuu, sitting by a tree. She was leaning her back against it as she read a book, completely unaware of the fact that Ortho was ‘reporting on her.’ Her straight hair fell in long locks, almost acting as a curtain to keep her away from the rest of the world. Idia reached out, as if he could touch her within the projection. Just looking at her seemed to bring an unexplainable peace to him. 

“Yuu quite enjoys reading.” He said, watching Idia. “And she doesn’t seem to talk to many people. Occasionally Deuce Spade and Ace Trappola of Heartslabyul. And Grim, who is her only dormmate.” The scene projecting from his chest changed. Now Yuu was walking through the school grounds, her head hung as she clung her textbooks to her chest. “She seems less than confident in her abilities to pass classes, probably largely due to her inability to use magic.” 

Idia watched her walk with her head low. He couldn’t help but wish that she would have a little more confidence in herself. Her beautiful eyes should be looking up, shining as they took in everything ahead of her. Instead, they never left her feet as she walked. Idia could feel his heart sink as he watched her, but he forced his eyes from the image as he turned back to his younger brother.

“I know you meant well, Ortho.” He said. “But don’t record anyone I don’t tell you to, kay?” He smiled gently, and he couldn’t help but feel the pit in his stomach as the projection faded away in front of him. 

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Yuu walked across the school grounds. Her bag hung from her shoulder, full of textbooks. Since she was unable to use magic, she was typically given extra classwork to do to make up for the magical assignments. Her head hung low, and her thoughts of this world kept her occupied. 

So occupied, in fact, that she didn’t notice the small group of guys that were following behind her. Not far enough to lose track of her, but also not close enough to be noticeable. They were slowly gaining ground, careful not to do so suspiciously. To anyone else, it looked like they just happened to be following the same route Yuu was, but to a certain analytic eye it was obvious what was going on.

“Hey Idia.” Ortho said, his gaze never leaving the group of men walking across the courtyard. “I have another report on Yuu.”

“Ortho!” Idia exclaimed, looking up from his phone as he hit his open palm on his forehead. “I told you not to do that anymore!”

“I did not record her.” Ortho said, and Idia noticed that he was staring intently at something. “I believe she is in trouble.” 

Idia felt his heart drop as he followed Ortho’s gaze to the group ahead of them. He moved his eyes slightly and saw Yuu walking ahead of them. The group didn’t necessarily look suspicious, but there was something about the way they were moving and the way they seemed to be whispering to each other. Idia’s eyes went wide.

“She needs help.” Idia said, wringing his hands in front of him. “Ortho, you should go get a teacher. O-o-or maybe a housewarden. Or-”

“Idia, you are a housewarden.” Ortho pointed out. Idia groaned in exasperation.

“Not me, obviously!” Idia said, now rocking back and forth on his feet. “I can only play the hero in video games! I’m not meant for this type of thing IRL! Malleus would be a much better option! Even Leona would probs work! I’m not intimidating enough for-”

Idia was cut off by a small squeal. The brothers looked up again and saw that one of the guys had Yuu by the wrist, the books she usually had clutched to her chest like treasures had fallen on the ground. She was trying to pull away, but the harder she pulled, the tighter the guy squeezed.

“Idia, there’s no-” Ortho had started to say, but when he glanced over, all he saw was a blur of blue as Idia took long strides towards the scene in front of him. And despite everything, despite that the situation was serious, and that there was someone in serious need of help, Ortho felt a small smile tug at his hidden mouth. 

A pale hand wrapped around the tan one that had a grip on Yuu’s wrist. Everyone froze, gaze after gaze looked up at Idia, who’s own gaze was anywhere but where it should’ve been. He kept his eyes to the ground as he spoke.

“Listen.” He said quietly. “Y’know, call me crazy, but it doesn’t seem like she’s enjoying your interaction, like, at all.” He muttered. He could feel Yuu’s surprised stare on him. He felt his heart pounding in his chest.

“I don’t think it’s any of your business.” The guy who had a hold on Yuu’s wrist said. “Who even are you anyway? Just walk away if you don’t want to get hurt!”

“I know who he is!” Said another guy. “He’s the creepy housewarden of Ignihyde.”

“His name is Idia.” Came a small, but firm, voice. Everyone went silent as they all looked at Yuu. “He’s Idia and he isn’t creepy. Definitely less creepy than you lot.” She huffed, attempting once more to pull away. As the guy tightened his grip once more, he dug his nails into her skin. She grunted in pain.

“I don’t think that’s really nec-” Idia had started to say, looking down at the spot where they touched. He saw small beads of red bloom where his nails dug into her skin. He was silent for a moment, but within seconds his blue hair was a flaming red as his grip tightened on the wrist he was holding.

Yuu pulled back once more, her instinct taking over. At the same moment that she pulled back, the guy let go of her out of fear. She fell back, her elbows scraping against the ground as she did what she could to avoid slamming her head. She looked up at Idia’s tall figure, now standing so as to block her from view. His flaming red hair flowing wildly, all of his anxiety clearly forgotten.

“You guys think I’m the creep?” He asked them. Yuu couldn’t see his face, but she could visualize his mocking grin. “You stalk and harass someone just walking to their classes, and why? Just because she’s the only girl here? Now that’s pathetic. And the fact that there’s a group of normies this big who are all on the same page? That’s beyond gross.” He glanced down at the uniform of the one who seemed to be the leader. “Savanaclaw, huh? Leona may be the personification of sloth, but I bet even he will nerf the lot of you once he finds out the kind of people he’s letting in his dorm.” 

Yuu felt as if her stomach were doing somersaults. She had only spoken to Idia a few times, but here he was standing up for her. Protecting her. She rubbed her sore wrist as she watched the group of guys shrink before Idia. 

“Let’s.. Just go.” One of the guys said, in an obvious attempt to keep what little pride they may have had left at this point.

“Yeah, she’s not even that cute, anyway.” Said another one, but the crack in his voice ruined whatever kind of tough guy act he was trying to put on.

Idia almost told him how wrong he was. How they would be lucky to ever have someone even half as beautiful. But he bit his tongue, remembering that she was right behind him. 

The group of guys turned on their heels simultaneously and walked in the opposite direction. Idia stared after them, waiting until they were a safe distance away before turning to face Yuu, who was still on the ground looking up at him with wide eyes. He felt his pale cheeks get warm, his hair returning to its cool blue. 

“A-a-are you okay?” He asked her quietly, every trace of the Idia he was a few moments ago gone. He bent down, starting to pick up the books that she had dropped during the confrontation. 

“I’m fine.” She said, pushing herself to her feet at the same time Idia had finished picking up her books. “Thank you. So much.” She muttered, reaching her hands out for her books. Idia was about to hand them to her, when he saw the state of her wrist.

“You’re hu-”

“She’s injured!” Came Ortho’s voice as he ran up to them. “A quick analysis reveals that her left wrist and both elbows require medical care.” He said, circling around her as he checked her over for any other injuries.

“I wouldn’t say that.” Yuu said, looking down at her own wrist. “They’ll be fine as soon as I get cleaned up.”

“Immediate bandaging is recommended.” Ortho said. “Ignihyde is the closest dorm. Perhaps we can take her there?” His eyes closed in his signature smile as Idia narrowed his eyes at him, but he couldn’t find any good way to get out of this now.

“Fine. Alright.” He sighed in resignation. He shoved his hands in his pockets. “I’ll take her to Ignihyde. Ortho, you go around to both of our classes and let the professors know why we aren’t there.” 

“Will do!” He said happily, flying off to run Idia’s errand. Idia shook his head slightly as he watched Ortho fly off. Yuu watched him as well, and once she was certain he was out of earshot she spoke up. 

“It’s fine. I can run back to Ramshackle and take care of this.” She turned towards Idia, who was looking down at her from the corner of his eye. “I, um, I really do appreciate your help. I don’t know what I would’ve done if you hadn’t been there.” She inclined her head in his direction. Idia immediately took a step back, his hands out in front of him.

“Umm, what the heck are you doing?” Idia asked, his eyes wide. “P-p-p-please look up. Stop, like, bowing to me or whatever.” 

Yuu looked up, startled at first. But after a moment, a small smile graced her pink lips. Idia felt like he could vomit up his heart. 

“A-a-anyway,” Idia said, swallowing the lump in his throat. “Let’s head over to Ignihyde. All the supplies we should need will be there.” He jerked his head in the direction of his dorm, turning on his heel to walk in that direction.

“Idia, really, I can-”

“You hurt your elbows, yeah?” He asked her, looking over his shoulder. “That won’t be easy to bandage on your own. And I doubt that little ball of fluff you live with will be much help either.”

“Little ball of- do you mean Grim?” Yuu asked, the corners of her mouth twitched upwards, and Idia felt his cheeks heat up again. He turned around again, hunching his shoulders as he started walking off.

“Just, come on.” He mumbled, barely loud enough for Yuu to hear. She sighed, but followed after him anyway. 

They walked together into Ignihyde. Idia walked through the common area, keeping his shoulders hunched up, and avoiding making eye contact with anyone. He relied on the sounds of Yuu’s footsteps to ensure she was still following him.

Once they got through the bustling common area and into an empty hallway, Idia finally spoke up. 

“I figured we’d wrap you up in my room. Less onlookers.” He said, his voice echoing along the walls. 

Yuu couldn’t stop the blush that rose to her cheeks. “Yeah, ok. Sounds good.” She muttered, trying to sound as nonchalant as she possibly could at the idea of being invited into Idia’s room. She could only hope the cool darkness of the hallways would help to chill her cheeks. 

Idia stopped in front of a large door, pulling a key-card from his pocket and holding it up to the doorknob, which gave a little click. Idia swung the door open, gesturing for Yuu to come in as well. She looked around his room as she stepped through the doorway. 

“There are even more screens than I imagined.” She whispered to herself, looking at the multiple gaming setups he had. 

“You.. didn’t have to say that out loud.” Idia said, wilting like a flower as he looked self-consciously around his own room. “Is it really that many?” 

“No.” Yuu giggled softly. “It’s actually pretty impressive.”

“I feel like you’re patronizing me.” Idia said, digging through his closet as he pulled out a first aid kit. “Oh well, take a seat in that chair there.” He told her, nudging his head in the general direction of the chair he was talking about. As she sat, he pulled the chair that Ortho usually used over to her.

Idia gently took her hand, turning it over as he looked at all five of the puncture wounds left by the guy’s fingernails. A light purple hue was adorning her skin. Idia’s cool fingers felt soothing on her sore skin, and without realizing it, Yuu sighed in relief. Idia wiped her wrist with a cloth soaked in antibiotic before wrapping it snuggly in a bandage.

His hands were surprisingly gentle, Yuu hardly felt them as his fingers brushed her skin. He could feel how tense she was, and he wanted to do anything to put her at ease.

“Those Savanclaw guys all have crazy nails.” He said, trying to fill the silence that had descended on the pair as Idia focused on her injuries. “It’s like there’s some kind of rule that beastmen have to have claws. I can’t believe they thought they could get away with what they were trying to do to you.” He focused on cleaning her scraped elbow, but he could feel her stare  on him. “Did they seriously think no one would walk by and see them? Or no one would come by to help you? Not only do you have Grim, but you hang with a few of the Heartslabyul guys too, right? Someone was going to come help you. It’s too bad I’m the one who was there. Malleus and Riddle would have really lost it on them. Would’ve totally annihilated them. And they really tried to save the miniscule amount of pride they had by pretending you weren’t absolutely beautiful-”

Within a second, Idia had clamped his mouth shut, his eyes wide in horror. He shot up from his seat, and Yuu followed him into a standing position. Her eyes were also wide, her cheeks dusted pink as she looked into Idia’s golden eyes.

“Shoot, I was monologuing.” Idia was finally able to say, his voice hoarse with embarrassment. He wore his horror on his face.

Yuu could swear that her heart was going to pound straight out of her chest as she tried to wrap her mind around what he just said. They were standing in a silence that felt like it lasted an eternity.

But finally, Yuu’s mind caught up, and she smiled brightly up at Idia. So brightly that Idia almost felt like he needed to shield his eyes or he could go blind. Yuu took a step closer to him, they were only a few inches apart now, but Idia was frozen to the spot. He couldn’t move. She was so close, he was sure he could feel her body heat against him. 

No way. Idia thought to himself. This is playing out just like an otome. This doesn’t happen IRL. As he thought to himself, something seemed to connect in his brain. His breath caught in his throat. It’s just like an otome! I know what to do in an otome!

Yuu pushed herself to her tiptoes. Idia watched her eyes flutter close. It was as if everything was happening in slow motion. She drew closer to him at the pace of a snail, and Idia instinctually closed his eyes as he felt the featherlite touch of her lips on his. It’s just an otome. It’s just an otome. He chanted to himself as he cupped her cheek. He kept his eyes closed, knowing that the moment he saw her reaction, he would lose every ounce of nerve his weeby self was able to accumulate. 

He felt her lean into his hand. She wasn’t pulling away, and he placed his lips on hers more firmly. She moved closer, her hands now on his shoulders as she propped herself up to his height. His shaking hand settled on her hip as he left his other on her cheek, unsure of where was acceptable for him to touch her. Their lips moved slowly, achingly slowly, against each other.

Slam.

The door to Idia’s room slammed open, causing Idia and Yuu to fly apart, both of their faces as flaming as Riddle’s hair. Ortho stood in the door, his eyes wide as he took in the scene before him. After a moment, he raised an eyebrow at them, but before he could say anything:

“I’m sorry!” Yuu shouted, gathering up her books again. “Thanks again! So much!” She said as she swerved around Ortho and walked out of view. Idia’s eyes followed her, landing on the place she disappeared from. Ortho grinned at his older brother.

“Iiiiiidiiiiiiiiiiaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa”

[fillinforlater]

Possession of the Queen II

Female Reader x Kim Doyeon

Length: 3139 words

Tags: submissiveness, lesbian sex, size kink, dom/sub dynamics, people as sex toys, cunilingus, public sex, exhibitionism, clothed pussy, hair pulling, pussy eating but no breathing, emotional stimulation, orgasm, hints of love, sub!reader / dom!Doyeon

TW: very much public sex

Inspiration: "Sweet Juice" by Purple Kiss, @banananutsmuthie and because Doyeon hella gay

Credit: @midnightdancingsol for editing. Thank you!

PART 1 HERE

(A/N: Here we go, finally part two... if anyone actually cares xD. I really like writing these, it's definitely something different from the usual here. I hope you enjoy it too.)

“If it's that important to you, I won’t make it a problem.”

“Thank you so much!”

You give your boss a quick bow. Your heart still races after uttering your request and getting it accepted. It was likely that he would allow you to take some time off without prior warning, but there is something so wrong about it—sure, you do not know why your queen wants you around, but it’s surely not an acceptable reason to leave your awesome boss hanging, unless being a sex toy is socially accepted now.

“Can I know though,” your boss adds as you try to leave the office quickly, quietly, unsuccessfully, “what their name is?”

He has a big smirk across dark skin. while your skin on the other hand turns bright red, putting signal lights to shame. You don’t have to answer this, it’s  certainly better to go now but you stop yourself. He has it figured out, your lie must have been even worse than you thought. 

Now what? Is there a good response to this? Can you at least hide your lies better this time? Or are you willing to reveal some of this craziness to him?

“I’m sorry,” he says into the hard silence after a few seconds, “you don’t have to ans—”

“She—I mean, they, a-are awesome. Tall, strong, sm-smart and a-all that.”

He smirks again. 

“I see. I hope you have a good time and that things will work out~”

Goddammit, your good-for-nothing mouth—or is it your brain—that has these lapses every time she gets mentioned, only hinted at? 

You dart out of the office and onto the busy street. Humans walk across the sidewalks, from all sides they collide like tidal waves, yet they never hit each other. In this mess, there is you, a small nothing that no one notices. Among people with suits and ties and college students, you are invisible.

Is this your attempt at trying to run away from your embarrassment? 

In all honesty, it might—another reason why you could never be on the same level as Doyeon. 

She would stand her ground and command respect; you on the other hand can barely walk straight without bumping into a stranger. She would get her way, and if anyone disobeys, she would step over him with a death glare; you on the other hand shriek when someone laughs loudly. Doyeon would do whatever she likes; you on the other hand are a flower amidst the waves.

#

You gasp loudly when you see Doyeon laying in the spot you usually take in when she wants your services. 

You certainly did not expect her to already await you, but what’s even more surprising is everything else. The way Doyeon swipes disinterestedly on her phone is almost as confusing to you as her outfit. The cool casualness of the all black shirt, shorts and stockings, paired with surprising sexiness does not fit her image of a cruel negotiator and business woman.

“Hi,” she says and looks at you. 

“H-hello, my Queen,” you stutter and bow your head. 

You feel her gaze on you a bit longer, before she goes back to watching reels, shorts, tiktoks, whatever. Although Doyeon has never looked at you for this long at a time, you’re still not nearly as interesting as the modern, mindless entertainment videos. 

“You can leave the backpack there,” she adds, not bothering to speak louder than the voice from her phone. “Whatever is in it, you won’t need it for the next forty-eight hours. Just put it down.”

“Yes, Queen.” 

You follow her command. The heavy green backpack was filled with literally everything you could think of, like Spare underwear, a tooth brush, snacks, a razor, spare glasses, even a marker, ropes, and a brand new dildo. You remember the tingling in your stomach when you pressed all these things into the backpack.

“You’re very punctual,” Doyeon says and throws her phone somewhere onto her large bed. She inches closer, off the cushions, until she stands right before you. “It seems to be one of your virtues. I like that.”

“Thank you, my Queen.” You bow again and get on your knees. Like so often, you feel right at home. Whenever you’re here, this is your proper place, with your forehead right at her kneecaps. 

“And you are so obedient. I really like that” Doyeon coos and gently guides your chin up. Her thumb enters your mouth, the smell of her body enters your nostrils. It’s divine, golden, immaculate. You carefully suck her digits and moan an equally careful “thank you” as you do so. 

“Our taxi leaves in one hour. In the bathroom is everything you need. Pick the clothes that you like and the make-up that makes your cute face look even prettier.” Doyeon’s explanation is quick, point after point like bullets fired from a gun. “Only call me if something is urgent. Understood?”

“Yes, Queen.”

#

Doyeon is constantly breaking all the notions you held about her before. She is so confident and absolutely majestic about it that it makes you doubt your eyes for a second. When you step out of the bathroom in one of the many simple, forgettable, loose outfits that were available, she already waits at the door in black leggings, a tight white crop top, and a huge overcoat draping from her shoulders. An outfit unfitting to your image before this day; she is really changing it up today.

‘Hurry up,’ she says with no urgency or stress, but excitement hidden beneath layers of professionalism. You take quick little steps behind her, down the stairway, across the lobby, into the taxi. Doyeon on the other hand takes strides, slow strides in brand new sneakers, but in your head they sound like clicking high heels. 

The taxi ride is quiet the first few minutes, until Doyeon breaks the silence.

“Why did you choose that outfit?”

You look at her, but she looks out of the window. Something is blocking your throat making your voice sound like a pathetic cheep.

“I thought you would like this, I’m sor—”

“It looks good, better than I thought.”

Then it’s back to silence. As more time passes, you feel yourself getting more relaxed. Even the taxi driver, an uptight professional with flawless driving skill, seems more tense than you. He doesn’t dare to clear his throat, although his face looks cramped. You still can’t point out what changed though. Maybe it’s her compliment, her more approachable manner?

#

“We arrived. Follow me,” Doyeon says. You open the door on your side of the cab. The two of you climb out of the yellow vehicle. Doyeon throws what looks like at least two thousand dollars in green bills at the driver and tells him to stay put. She then turns to you.

“In the middle.”

Doyeon points towards the wide facade of the building right before you. Hundreds of people walk into and out of the rotating glass doors. Screens with billboards and repetitive ads are plastered everywhere. It seems that it’s even more extreme on the inside. Store after store after restaurant after store, some filled to the brim with people. A vibrant mall in the middle of a bright city. 

“In the middle,” the Queen repeats herself with more assertion this time, “is something like a plaza, with a red floor made of sandstone. Make sure to stay by my side and lift your head while we walk there.”

She leans down to your face and you freeze in place. Your knees almost bend at her hot breath and scary whisper.

“Everyone should see your pretty face.”

The strides, again. Doyeon’s long legs carry her quickly into the crowd. Your glasses almost fall from your sweaty nose when you hastily run behind her. Luckily, the tall woman is easily visible among all those people who dare to not part like the sea before her.

Behind the entrance, the crowd has thinned out a little, making it possible for you to walk beside Doyeon. You won’t lie, it feels odd. Her entire plan is odd. People might get the wrong idea. They shouldn’t get any idea to begin with. For those that notice you to think that you two are equals, acquaintances, lovers even would be utterly false. If they knew you just are her sex toy of course would be very much mortifying.

As your mind makes up one concern after the other, you don’t think about why you are heading to where you are heading. An empty plaza with a red sandstone floor. It fits the color scheme of the rest of the building perfectly. A space without endless amounts of feet trampling on it is massively needed to thin out the packed crowd. 

Suddenly, Doyeon reaches for your hand and entwines her fingers with yours. You yelp and look up.

“Keep your head up like this,” she says coldly, without looking at you. 

You cringe at the sweatiness of your palm compared to the dry coldness of Doyeon’s. They must be perfect for hand shakes during her meetings. She speeds up and drags you behind her for a second until you regain footing. Try to keep your head up, look at the signs above the stores, praising delicious food or sales for cloths or fucking insurances. Who goes to a mall to buy insurance?

“You see it?” Doyeon asks, gradually decreasing her walking speed. Ahead of you is the previously mentioned plaza. Rough-looking tiles spread out into all directions from which people flock to the stores they like to visit. It's impossible to make progress without bumping into them. However this plaza is completely empty and everyone has an unobstructed view of it, especially from the upper floor.

Your heart beats faster every meter you follow Doyeon into the middle. The moment she stops, her hands are on your shoulders and she pulls you in front of her. You didn’t notice that she put on one of those black face masks that not only block you from breathing in smog and viruses but also keep your identity hidden. With just her eyes she stares you down, you can’t help but feel like a tiny, fragile puppy before her. 

“Such a good girl,” Doyeon says and quickly drags a thumb over your glossy, red lips. “You know what to do, right?”

Doyeon unbuttons her overcoat to reveal her slender, athletic figure in tight clothes to you. Her leggings are pulled up just above her navel, the tight crop top makes her breasts look big and—Wait, what?

“Get on your knees.”

Around Doyeon, you always lacked the humane reaction to all her sexual requests: hesitation. She was just so overpoweringly convincing, there is no way you would have resisted her. But today it’s different. There are other people around, and you’re wide in the open for everyone to see. It’s just not the same, how could she expect you to oblige.

You stare up at her. Something about her gaze is off. It’s commanding, sure, but not with the same kind of power she usually possesses. It’s like Doyeon wants you to do it not out of fear or awe, but for a different reason. You try to decipher this reason as your hands instinctively reach for her overcoat for stability, almost having the audacity to touch her slender waist. 

It’d be easier if you could see the rest of her face, those beautiful features, the way they contort at the lack of your reaction. The frown above her eyes, each wrinkle is dishonest and not telling the whole truth. Doyeon’s nails suddenly dig into your biceps, but it’s just another front. She is not saying it, there is no reason, and so you just stand there, neck hurting from staring up.

“Get on your knees, please.”

You gasp. If it weren’t for Doyeon’s hands on your arms, you would have fallen backwards, died on impact. The red sandstone would meet the red of your blood, and if you’re honest, after hearing this, it’s not even half bad. You’re the one getting on your knees, the one who looks weird for bystanders, the one who is on mouth-level with Doyeon’s pussy, yet she falters and loses her power. 

Her hands are in your hair, making a mess of it, which isn’t unusual, however, today she is not pressing you into her core, her awaiting, eager lips. She is not using you, she is waiting for you to put your tongue on it. Even though she gives you all the control, the moment you realize the lack of panties underneath her leggings, you dig in. 

From the beginning, her moans are loud enough to drown out the announcement of a missing child. You lean in further, the hem of your skirt barely covering your butt now. You knew it was short, but it’s scary to think that anyone just needs to tilt their head a bit down to see a damp spot on your light blue panties. 

All because she said please? Throw away perhaps your job, your dignity, your life just for this one word? Judging from the way you find and nibble her clit with delight, it’s a resounding yes. You’re out of your mind—good.

Doyeon hisses and takes a step back. Your mouth instinctively follows and the inside of your thighs gets colder. People can see them, it’s not even a risk, it’s certainty. You hear the first shocked gasps from nearby girls. There are more and more people that slow down and stare. Those shopping stop and stare, those chatting stop and pull out their phones, even those in a hurry can’t help but stop and turn their head.

Flashes of light, the clatter of cameras accompanies your tongue as it presses the black fabric into the wet hole. You might not reach deep, but it’s enough to make Doyeon pull your hair in ecstasy. She goes from gazing up at the tall, glass ceiling, to down at you, the short girl with glassy eyes behind displaced glasses. She gently adjusts them, her sweaty fingers trailing over your equally sweaty cheeks.

Everyone is watching now. It’s eerily quiet, only whispering and the occasional camera can be heard. You know the rest is filming, gawking, getting aroused or infuriated, but your licks don’t stop. You eagerly eat Doyeon, faster than ever before. You dare to hold her thighs steady, as they tremble. Her arousal drenches more of her crotch, then her legs, but most importantly, your mouth. 

You get ready to drink when she finally pulls you in herself. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as clear liquid goes through the expensive fabric and finds a way from Doyeon’s pussy into your mouth. Your nose is in her pelvis too, there is no oxygen, just cum and Doyeon’s feral groans. 

The next thing you notice is her hand on your wrist. Doyeon has the overcoat back on and pulls you up from your feet before sprinting back the same way you entered the mall. The two of you crush into the frozen, flustered crowd like a bowling ball into pins. People tumble and fall to the floor, as do your glasses. No time to look back, Doyeon is going full speed for a reason. 

Outside, unassuming travelers get shoved to the side, cursed out by her sudden regain of dominance, before she literally throws you onto the back row of the same cab as before. “West side, fast” she shouts at the driver and gets in as well.

The tires screech as Doyeon is still on top of you. She finds footing and grabs you by the sides like a child to make you sit up straight. The lack of glasses is not the main reason for your hazy vision. It’s all happening so fast, you forgot how to breathe up until this point. You take rapid, uncontrolled breaths; the strange smell of the taxi, a mixture of sweat, cigarettes and death, is welcomed by your nostrils. 

“Hi, we’ll be there in twenty to thirty minutes,” Doyeon says into a phone on her cheek as she pulls away the black mask. “Yeah, depends on traffic. But feel free to prepare everything. I’ll take blonde. Yes, darker. I don’t think yellow suits me.

“What about you?”

She looks over to you. Your face must speak volumes of your confusion and it gets even worse when Doyeon leans closer to you.

“What color do you want?” she says nonchalantly, as if the last ten minutes were just a fever dream, the imagination of a horny boy walking in a mall and imagining that these two women might be more than friends. 

“Uhm, I-I don’t—”

“Hair color, babe, which one do you want?”

Doyeon is so nonchalantly again, and you cannot deal with it. Her face is so fucking close, her smell suddenly too overwhelming and that word is making you spiral out of control.

“Pick whatever you want, it’s one me,” she adds and puts a finger on your knee. Only now you notice the red imprints and grazes on them and that they actually hurt. Your mind must have blocked out the way the rough sandstone grinded on your skin. 

“Uhm, I, uhm, I take blue?” you say, unsure, unfocused, but Doyeon is satisfied with the answer. 

“Did you hear that, Kellie? Yes, blue. I think a darker tone will suit her. Of course she is. Yes, see you, bye.”

Doyeon slides the phone back into her overcoat and opens it. Her chest is still heaving as well, her abs and navel are entirely exposed now, and her leggings are thoroughly soaked. It’s all you can see, because she is so fucking close. Even after this weird phone call, she still does not back off. Instead, she cups your entire knee and gently rubs it.

“I know you don’t understand any of this yet,” she sweetly says and chuckles. “But I know you trust me, right babe?”

Her eyes have this glow again. The same glow as back in the mall. This is a sincere question, there is real uncertainty behind it. Doyeon knows that she should be right about you trusting her, but you still have to confirm it. 

You nod, flushed, out of breath once more, before putting your answer into words. 

“Yes, Que—”

Doyeon puts a finger on your lips. She goes further in, lips on your earlobe, hot breath down your neck, fingers up your thigh. You are ready, so ready for her to make you melt into the seat. She just needs to bite down, put her fingers on your nub or just say the right word, and you would lose your mind.

“Don’t say it yet,” she whispers.

“Keep it for later, babe.”

[floatinguptherabbithole]

Send, 3139.

[angeart]

upcoming hmtb chapters:

52. Bruised Souls and Shattered Hearts (How Do We Mend?) - 7631 words [recently posted]

53. Shifting Sand - 5837 words

54. Maroon Smoke (The Prelude To Fire) - 3139 words

55. A Boatem We - 7281 words [chapter title might change]

56. House Of Matches (Burning Down) I - 3816 words

57. House Of Matches (Burning Down) II - 4252 words so far [guys this one will be a long one once i'm done with it]

that's all still, uh. the sleepover arc. but chapter 57 should kind of wrap up the sleepover. although that doesn't mean the night will be over <3

there will be, er, things to deal with still, after all that. (a bit of an aftermath, you might say) (maybe even some more characters will show up!!) (which doesn't bode well given i don't have experience writing them and i don't do well with group scenes— bUT if i can pull it off, it'll be so yummy, i promise!)

come tell me your hopes, thoughts, or expectations! :3 (seriously. i'll be so happy.) of course questions are welcome too~

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[whywishesarehorses]

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These horses are part of the May 2024 auction.

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Oh Bite Me 🙄 pt2

Pair: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

High school AU

Word count: 3139

Summary: As the youngest Stark, sister to the billionaire, playboy, philanthropist himself, Tony Stark Y/n… she has her father's brains and her mother's compassion. Her brain is what landed her in close quarters with Wanda Maximoff, an emo teen who’s struggling to keep her grades up after the loss of her brother. The two of them soon come to realise that being just friends isn’t something they want to do, but can they push their pride aside and admit they feel for each other?

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The music was loud. Too loud. So loud you could feel the thump of the bass vibrated through the house, shaking the floors of your room.

“Jarvis?”

“Yes, Miss Stark?”

“Lock all important rooms, the garage, offices, bedrooms, Tony’s workshops, etc. please.” You say with a smile.

“Yes. Of course Miss Y/n.”

You nodded, walking over to the mirror. You surveyed your outfit choice and grinned. You chose high waisted blue jeans and white ruffle sweater that was held in place by three buttons. It left your midriff on show, and of course a delicious amount of cleavage. Its sleeves stopping mid biceps. Your heels pushed you up to 5’6. You smiled.

“You like the fit Jarvis?” You asked, twirling a little.

“If you are referring to your outfit. You look visually pleasing.” He said, causing you to giggle. You opened the bedroom door smiling as you heard it lock behind you. You made your way downstairs. People were milling about and when you got into the main room, the placed was filled. You cringed slightly. This was gonna take forever to clean up.

“Y/n! Killer party bro!” some jock yelled as he clapped me on the shoulder. You chuckled at him. The room smelled of beer and smoke. There were people dancing everywhere, and you struggled to find a familiar face until you spied Yelena. You rushed up to her and grinned. She smiled back just as bright and you plopped down next to her. Kate sat in front of us, passing us all a beer. You smiled, clicking your glasses together before you all took a drink. You chugged back your drink, feeling thirsty.

“Anyone seen Maximoff?” You asked and Kate glanced at you.

“You tapping that?”

Your eyes widened. “What. No. I was told I needed to tutor her, and we had one session and she ghosted.” You muttered, taking another swig.

“Meh, fuck her. You tried to help. She didn’t accept it.” Yelena muttered, drinking too.

—

You spent the next few hours drinking and dancing with your friends until you bumped into a familiar body. You turned and saw Wanda. She seemed surprised for a moment. “Wanda… heyyy.” You smirk. She eyed you for a moment.

“You drunk?” She asked, seeming concerned.

“Nah, just a little buzzed. You having fun?” You asked, placing a hand on her shoulder. She glanced at your hand before back at you.

“Sure.” she said with a smile. You rolled your eyes before spying a tray of shots Hunter had set up. You grabbed Wanda’s hand and pulled her towards him. You grabbed the tray from him and he pouted, but smiled again when you offered him a shot. Handing one to Wanda, you all cheered and took the shot, throwing it back. The liquid burned your throat, and you scrunched up your face in disgust before knocking back another one and instructing Wanda to do the same. She nodded and knocked it back.

“Ayyy, you can let loose, can’t you Maximoff?” You said with a teasing smirk.

“Shut up.”

“Dance with me?” You asked, and she seemed surprised, but not enough to decline. She nodded. We walked over to where the rest of the people were dancing and you just let loose. You reached up and pulled your hair from the ponytail it was in. Your hair tumbled down and rested in the middle of your back. Wanda was watching you and you smiled, watching her move to the beat. You two continue to drink and somehow you, her, Yelena, Kate, and a few other girls and guys from the school day in a circle playing truth or dare.

“Yelena. Truth or dare?” Carson asked, with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

She met the challenge and stared down at him. “Dare.”

“I dare you to kiss the prettiest girl playing!” He said she gave him a flat look.

“Easy.” She looked over at me and pointed her index finger at you, beckoning you forward. You crawled over to her and met her in the middle. She winked as she cupped your face. She brought her lips to yours. You smiled. Her lips tasted like vodka. Your lips moved together in a drunken haze. She licked at your bottom lip and your lips parted and she wasted no time letting her tongue explore your mouth. Your tongues swirled together. You gripped her hips and finally pulled back. You both stared at each other a little breathless before you started laughing. You sat back down, still giggling.

“You’re good Belova.” You say with a wink. She blew you a kiss.

“As are you Stark.”

You glanced at Wanda. She was staring at Yelena, her eyes tinted red. You ignored the flutter in your stomach at the red in her eyes. “Wow. Can you guys do it again but let me record it.” Jason, who was captain of the football team at your school. Asked, and you rolled your eyes, throwing an empty shot glass at him. He hissed as it hit him off the head.

“Okayyyy, okayyyy. Maximoff. Truth or dare?” He asked.

She glanced at him. “Truth.”

He narrowed his eyes at her. “Is it true you killed your brother?” He asked with a predatory gaze. You snapped your gaze to his. Wanda looked distraught. The sheer pain in her eyes sparked a protective instinct in you, her eyes were full of shock and you noticed the glaze that others would have mistaken for a drunken state but you knew she had tears in her gaze and the thought of anyone making her cry made your veins fill with fire. You stood up and walked over to him. You shoved him.

“You're done. Get out.” You snapped. He narrowed his eyes.

“You’re kicking me out. It was a game she gotta answer the question.” He muttered, rolling his eyes. You shoved his shoulder again. He snapped back around, stepping closer to you with an angered glare in his eyes. Yelena and Kate shot up, stepping closer in a protective manner. Wanda stepped forward as well, her eyes taking on that familiar red blaze.

“Leave. She doesn’t have to answer shit. Especially when you took such a cheap shot.” You said in a deadly, calm tone.

“Oh, lighten up.” He smirked, placing his hand on your hip. You looked at him and then at his hand. Yelena cracked her neck and walked closer and shoved him back so hard he crashed into the table. He groaned, rolling over.

"Touch her again and I'll break your hands." Yelena stated simply before sinking back next to Kate. You walked over to him and grabbed him by the arm. You twisted his arm behind his back until he screamed.

"What she said. Now, I'm only gonna say this once. Apologise to her." You sneered into his ear. He scowled, trying to pull away. You pushed his arm higher, and he screamed again.

"I-I-I'm sorry!" He grunted out. You looked at Wanda, wanting her approval before you let him go. She was looking at you in horror or awe. You couldn't really tell, but she nodded, and you shoved him. Forward, he stumbled and Wanda put her foot out and he tripped and slammed against the floor. You grinned.

“As I said leave. And you should do your best to remember that I’m best friends with 2 assassins and my brother is Tony Stark. You come after me and they’ll obliterate you.” You say with a kind smile. He scurried away, cradling his hand to his chest. The group watched you with fascinated gazes. You said nothing as you picked up your drink and walked off towards your room, wanting to calm down before going back to the party. You pushed open the door. He had pissed you off. How dare he disrespect her like that? She didn’t even do anything to him. He attacked her out of spite. He used the memory that haunts her the most against her. That stupid fuck. You slammed your hands on the desk, needing to release some of this anger.

A knock came from your door. You growled in annoyance before walking to the door and pulling it open. Wanda stood before you, looking confused. “Why’d you do that?” She asked, pushing past you into your room. You shut the door behind you.

“What?”

She snapped her gaze to you. Stepping closer to you with a fire in her gaze. The hues of red now swirled into her eyes, brightening them. “Stick up for me. Hurt Jason?”

You gave her a “wtf” look. “Are you serious? Did you not hear what he accused you of? He totally disrespected you. Hurt you for no reason.” You mutter.

“And?”

“And I hate bullies. I despise bullies.” You snapped.

She softened slightly. “Why?”

You turned from her. “They ruin people.” She paused for a moment before gently placing a hand on your shoulder. Her touch sent warmth throughout your body. She turned you to face her. The sharp lines of her face softened in the low light of your room. She seemed less intimidating than she did earlier and you felt yourself wanting to be closer to her.

“Did someone ruin you?” She asked softly. You ran a hand through your hair, plastering on a playful smile.

“This isn’t party talk, Wands. Let’s go enjoy the party.” You smirked, grabbing your beer. You held your door open, gesturing for her to walk out of it. She watched you carefully. She turned after she passed you. She stared you dead in the eyes and you couldn’t help the nerves as they creeped into your veins as she stared.

“You know one day you're going to tell me everything that’s going on inside that pretty head of yours.” She said, bringing her fingers up to tap your left temple. Her power was electric, but it didn’t hurt, it was warm. Her powers swirled from her fingers, turning the side of your face a deep scarlet. You tilted your head to the side, intrigued by her. You raised a brow. Her other hand was glowing too, so you reached for it, bringing it up to inspect it. The red wisp encircled her hand like a small shield.

You went to reply, but she pulled back and her power dissipated and the warmth and red glow faded. You frowned slightly.

“I’m annoyed at you, actually.” You say.

She then frowned. “What why?”

“You had one tutoring session with me and then ghosted me.”

She blushed, looking down. “Things got a little… I don’t know. Look I’m-”

“Don’t say you’re sorry. This is your future, not mine.” You say with an eye roll.

“I didn’t ask for this.” She muttered.

You narrowed your eyes at her. “Nor did I. I had as much say in this as you did. If you don’t improve, it comes back to me. And I will not be affected because you’re too lazy to show up.” You snapped, feeling angry.

She scowled at you. “Lazy? I’m not lazy. I have a life. A job, people depending on me! I’m not some spoilt little rich girl who spends her time throwing parties and studying. I have shit I need to do. Shit, that I’m expected to do.” She snapped back.

You felt your irritation spike as you glared at her. “Is that what you think I do?! I study because I have to. My brother is a genius! You try living up to impossible expectations. My dad was a genius, mom was too in her own way! I can’t fail.” You growled out, walking past her.

“We’ve all got expectations!” She yelled after you.

“Fuck you Wanda.” You spat.

She looked shocked, and you didn’t stay for a response.

Wanda watched you leave, a shocked look on her face. Her shock slowly turned into amusement as a smirk lifted her lips.

—

You spent the rest of the night with your friends. You had calmed down from your argument with Wanda after a few minutes with your friends. They always knew how to cheer you up and you were very grateful for them.

By the time morning rolled around, you were laying flat out on the couch. Yelena was half draped over you and Kate half draped over her. You groaned, trying to roll away. You managed to escape, and you rolled onto the floor, landing in a pile of red solo cups. “Fuck.” I cursed. Yelena sat up quickly, her eyes scanning the room. “I’m good!” You called out from the floor. She leant over her face, hovering off the couch.

“Why are you on the floor?” She asked, her Russian accent thick with morning husk. You smile.

“I had to escape. You were crushing my lungs.” You smirked. She rolled her eyes. You sat up, stretching out with a groan. The rest of the partygoers had already filtered out. That was the rule for a stark party. You never stay till morning, no matter how fucked up you are.

“Jarvis?”

“Yes, miss stark?”

“Can you-”

“Coffee and breakfast are already in the kitchen, ma’am.” He said you grinned.

“I love you Jarvis!” You smiled

“I cannot return your affection. I am not programmed to feel human emotions.” He stated robotically. You laugh with an eye roll.

“Come on, ladies. Let’s eat.” You said. And just like that, Kate rose from the dead. You and Yelena shared a look before chuckling.

You all head to the kitchen your stomach a little queasy from all the alcohol. You smiled to yourself when you saw the full breakfast platter spread across the marble countertops you were playing beer pong on last night. The sides fully cleansed and clean enough to eat off.

The three of you sat at the table and enjoyed the delicious food that seemed to be never ending. The team of cleaners were currently working in the next room tidying the mess from the night before and before you know it you’re lying back on the couch with a full stomach and a small headache. Yelena and Kate headed out after breakfast.

You closed your eyes and felt the world drift way until you’re no longer conscious. Sleep was always blissful for you. A way to escape the pressures of being a Stark, of having such a huge legacy. An escape was always welcome and you relished every moment of it. That was until an incessant knocking at your door pulled your from that bliss.

Scowling you sat up and through your legs over the couch, standing up. You marched over to the door and pulled it open still scowling. A smirking Wanda was leaning against the pillar outside her eyes wandering down your body a feline smirk at her lips. “Yes?” You asked feeling irritable.

“So cheerful. Where’s that kind hospitality that you’re known for?” She grinned. You watched her for a moment. Her red hair fell freely down her back, the curls made her hair seem longer. More intriguing. The light was hitting her in just the right way making her sea-green eyes sparkle and hair glow.

“Taking a leave of absence.” You mutter. She chuckles.

“We’ll…” she asked stepping forward until she was less than an arms length away. “Aren’t you going to invite me in?”

You catch her gaze. The teasing spark in her eyes made you want to blush. “Why?”

“To study? That how tutoring works?” She smirks. You raise a brow stepping into the challenge.

“How would you know… you bailed after the first session.”

Her smirk drops for a moment. “Well I’ll just have to catch up then won’t I?”

You shrug. “You sure you can be bothered Maximoff?” You say looking her in the eyes. She raised a brow leaning forward ever so slightly.

“I’m sure I can handle whatever you throw at me Stark.” She murmured softly. You smirk, your eyes trailing down her form for a few seconds. You step back pushing the door open for her to enter. She smiled and walked past you taking her shoes off at the door, you watch slightly surprised.

“You are house trained… shocker.” You teased to your pleasure she laughed at your little rebuttal.

“Shove off.” She smiled.

You both sat down and with a wave of her magical hands all her notes were spread across the glass table along with all of yours. You smiled. "So what do you suck the most at?" you asked smirking. She shot you a filthy look.

"Shut up, you're supposed to be helping me not berating me." She snapped. You raised a brow, leaning in to her.

"But it's so fun." You smirked.

She clicked her pen her eyes flashing red. "Careful Stark, I have no qualms about hurting you." You saw her threat for what it was, a taunt.

You smirked winking at her. "You didn't answer my question, Maximoff."

She huffed out a breath. "Physics. I suck at physics."

You tilted your head and nodded. "Okay, well we can start there Wanda. Physics is quite simple when you figure out the equations, for example speed, distance, time. If one is missing then you'd utilise the other two components to find out the missing one. Make sense?" You ask. She watched as you wrote down what you were saying. Her eyes carefully reading over the words.

"I understand."

You smiled as you flipped through the book.

The two of you spent the next part of two hours working through the text book dissecting each piece of information that Wanda didn't seem to understand. Once she got the hang of it Wanda's intellect wasn't that of a high-school drop out like everyone assumed. S he was incredibly bright, she just didn't have the confidence to apply herself.

Wanda groaned throwing her head back. "Educational overload." She murmured. You smiled standing up and offering her a hand. She looked at you and then at your hand. She delicately slipped a hand into mine and I smiled gripping her hand and pulling her up.

"Coffee break, I'll drive."

"Uh, why?" She asked looking away.

"We've been at this for hours, and I'm just as bored as you."

She frowned. "Sorry to inconvenience you." She muttered sharply. You groaned rolling your eyes.

"Oh stop it." You muttered leaning across the table to to grab your car keys.

"Okay, but if anyone recognises us. I'm not with you." She muttered. You nodded.

"Oh yeah because I'm sure it would damage your reputation to be seen with a lowly Stark. It's not like my brother and I don't own half the city." You teased with an eye roll. You saw the faintest of smirks lift her lips before she walked past you and straight out the door.

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