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ahqkas · 5 months ago

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♯ PUPPY PRINCESS ; remus lupin

PAIRING! young!remus lupin x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS! every gift of yours is something remus tends to cherish, especially your love for creating from nothing (based on this req.!!)

WORD COUNT! 3.1k

WARNINGS / TAGS! pure fluff, remus is nothing but smitten and wrapped around your finger

NOTES! autumn’s coming and my obsession with the marauders is slowly defrosting ☹️ all the credits to the pretty devider below belong to @aqualogia !

I. A TANGLED WEB OF YARD AND ADORATION

THE LATE AFTERNOON SUNLIGHT FILTERED THROUGH THE TALL WINDOWS of the Gryffindor common room, casting a warm glow across the stone walls. You're sitting comfortably on the couch, your legs tucked beneath you, with your hands working steadily, creating a rhythm with the yarn and crochet hook. The familiar motion of looping the yarn through the hook brought a sense of calm, a quiet joy that you've always found in crafting.

Remus Lupin sat nearby with a thick textbook in his lap, but the words kept getting tangled in his mind due to his lack of attention on the subject. He was supposed to be studying — there's a Transfiguration exam tomorrow that he really should be preparing for — but he couldn't seem to tear his gaze away from you. He watched the way your hands moved, the smooth, practiced motions that seem to come so naturally to you. There was something about it that fascinated him, though he couldn't quite put it into words.

"You're staring again," you say, glancing up and meeting his dark eyes with a small, knowing smile. Your tone is light, teasing. You're used to it now — how his attention drifts from his studies to you whenever you're engrossed in one of your hobbies.

Your boyfriend looked slightly embarrassed, flushed cheeks caught in the act, but he smiled back at you. "Sorry," he replied, though it didn't sound as sincere as it should. He wasn't sorry for admiring you and your skills. "I just . . . I don't know how you do it."

"Do what?" you asked, your hands never pausing in their work. The yarn slides smoothly through your fingers.

"Make it look so easy," he said, genuinely curious. "It's like you're weaving magic with your hands."

You gave him a soft chuckle at that, shaking your head as you finish off another row. "It's not that complicated, really. It's just practice. Anyone can learn if they have the patience."

The werewolf nodded thoughtfully, though he was not entirely convinced he could manage it. The heavy textbook was set down, the revision long forgotten. "What are you making this time?" he asked you, leaning forward slightly, his curiosity piqued which charmed a smile on your lips.

"A scarf," you answer, keeping your focus on the yarn as you hold up the length of your still unfinished work that's slowly but surely taking shape. The stitches were tight and even and the colour of the fabric shined in the fire of the fireplace. "Winter's coming soon, and I figured you could use something warm."

Remus' brows lifted in surprise, eyes flickering between your face and the scarf in making. "For me?"

"Of course," you said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I wanted to make something you'd actually use. Plus, it's a good excuse to work with this colour."

He couldn't help but linger at the scarf — a deep burgundy, the color of his tie, which reminded him of autumn leaves and Gryffindor pride. It was a shade he'd always liked, and the thought that you'd chosen it specifically with him in mind made him feel a quiet sense of gratitude.

"Thank you," he said quietly now with sincerity lacing his every word. "I really appreciate it."

You looked up then, meeting his gaze with a smile, the kind of smile that made something warm unfurl in his chest. Something unspoken passed between the two of you — an understanding, a quiet connection that didn't need words to be felt. "I enjoy making things for people I care about," you replied. "And you can't go wrong with a good scarf."

There was a comfortable silence as you returned to your work, and Remus found himself drawn once again to the way your hands moved with such practiced grace. He'd always been fascinated by the kind of magic that doesn't come from a wand — the quiet, everyday magic that you brought to life with your hobbies. He watched as the yarn twisted and turned, forming something tangible and warm, something that wasn't there just moments before.

After a while, you glanced at him again, your eyes thoughtful. "You know," you started, voice casual but inviting, "if you ever want to learn, I could show you how to crochet. It's not as difficult as it looks."

Remus hesitated, caught off guard by the offer. He'd never thought of himself as particularly crafty — his talents have always leaned more towards theoretical things, like books and spells. But the idea of sitting with you, learning something new together, was oddly appealing. "I don't know if I'd be any good at it," he admitted, a hint of uncertainty in his voice. A part of him was terrified his hands weren't stable enough for such work as your own were.

But you just shrugged lightly, focus still on the scarf as it grew longer with each stitch. "It's not about being good at it," you exclaimed. "It's just . . . something calming to do with your hands. A way to focus your mind on something simple."

The werewolf considered this, watching the way your hands moved with a steady, comforting rhythm. There was a kind of peace in it, a meditative quality that he couldn't help but find appealing. "Maybe I'll give it a try," he said finally, the corners of his mouth lifting in a small smile. "If you promise not to laugh at me."

"I would never. I think you might surprise yourself."

The hours slipped by as the common room gradually emptied, students heading off to their dormitories as the evening wore on. The fire burned low in the hearth, casting flickering shadows across the walls, but you and Remus remained where you were, content in each other's company. The scarf in your hands grew longer with each passing moment, the yarn slowly transforming into something tangible, something with weight and warmth.

Eventually, you finished your work, holding up the completed scarf for Remus to see. The stitches were beautifully done, the pattern simple yet elegant, and the color — rich and deep — seemed to glow in the firelight. "What do you think?" you asked, a hint of pride in your voice at your boyfriend's speechless reaction.

Remus reached out, his fingers brushing over the soft fabric. It's perfect, he thinks, not just because of how it looked, but because of what it represented — your care, your thoughtfulness, the time and effort you put into making something just for him. "It's . . . perfect," he opened his heart to you, voice thick with emotion. "Thank you."

You gave him a sweet smile, pleased with his reaction. "I'm glad you like it."

II. THE ART OF CLAY

THE SOUND OF RAIN ECHOED SOFTLY AGAINST THE GLASS WINDOWS OF THE HOGWARTS GREENHOUSE, creating a gentle rhythm that blended with the faint rustling of leaves and the occasional drip of water from overhead plants. The air was thick with the earthy scent of wet soil and blooming herbs, an atmosphere so comforting to you that made the space feel like a world apart from the usual hustle and bustle of the castle. You were seated at a small worktable near the back, a lump of cool, gray clay before you, your hands already beginning to shape it into something more.

Remus Lupin stood quietly nearby, leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed casually as he simply watched you. There was a sparkle in his gaze, the kind that comes from someone who finds fascination in the smallest details, in the quietest moments. His curiosity was piqued by the sight of you working with the clay, your hands moving with a practiced confidence that hints at countless hours spent honing your craft.

The room was otherwise empty, giving the two of you a rare moment of privacy amidst the bustling school and your friends who were constantly full of life (named James Potter and Marlene McKinnon). The greenhouse, usually a place for Herbology classes, had became your private studio, a place where you could indulge in your love for pottery — a hobby that was as grounding as it was creative.

"Do you ever get tired of making things?" Remus asked, breaking the comfortable silence. There was no hint of judgment in his tone, only genuine curiosity. He'd seen you immersed in various crafts before — crocheting, jewelry making — but each time, you seemed as passionate as ever.

You glanced up at him, a small smile tugging at your lips. "Not really," you replied to his question, your hands still working the clay. "It's like . . . I don't know, a way to clear my mind. I like the idea of starting with something so simple, like a lump of clay, and turning it into something that wasn't there before."

Remus nodded thoughtfully, his eyes following the movement of your hands as they smoothed the surface of the clay. There was a certain grace in the way you worked, a rhythm that was almost hypnotic to him. "What are you making today?" he questioned again, this time moving closer to get a better look.

"A bowl," you explained, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Your fingers pressed gently into the clay, shaping the walls of the bowl with careful precision. "Something simple, but useful. I thought it might be nice to have one for our common room. We could use it to hold things — keys, cigarettes, chocolate frogs."

A charming smile appeared on his lips at that, the idea of something as ordinary as a bowl bringing a sense of homeliness to the often chaotic Gryffindor common room. "That sounds like a good idea," the praise left him naturally when it came to you, pulling up a stool to sit beside you. "Do you mind if I watch?"

"Not at all," you replied, glancing at him briefly before returning your focus to the clay. "But be warned, it's not as exciting as it looks."

Remus didn't agree. He'd always been intrigued by the way you found joy in creating things, in bringing something new into the world with your hands. As he watched, he noticed the subtle movements of your fingers, the way they coaxed the clay into shape, turning a shapeless lump into something with form and purpose. It was a process that seemed almost magical to him, though he knew it was nothing more than skill and practice.

The rain continued to patter against the windows, a soothing backdrop to the sound of your hands working the clay. Every so often, you dipped your fingers into a small bowl of water, smoothing out imperfections and keeping the clay pliable. Remus had never seen you look so beautiful; hands dirty, hair messy, and you clothed in one of his favorite sweaters.

"You make it look easy," he commented after a while, his voice low so as not to disturb your concentration.

You laughed softly, shaking your head. "It's not always. There's a lot that can go wrong — air bubbles, cracks, the clay drying out too quickly. But that's part of the fun, I suppose. It keeps you on your toes."

He gave you a nod, understanding the appeal in a way.

After a while, you sat back slightly, examining your work with a critical eye. The bowl was nearly complete, its shape smooth and even, the walls sturdy yet delicate. "What do you think?" you asked, turning to Remus with a small smile.

He leaned in closer, studying the bowl with a thoughtful expression. "It's an excellent work," he said, his voice sincere. "You've really got a talent for this."

You blushed slightly at the compliment, but there was a pleased look in your eyes. "Thanks, love. I'm glad you think so."

III. CRAFTING CONNECTIONS THROUGH SILVER AND STONE

THE CASTLE WAS QUIET AS EVENING SETTLED OVER HOGWARTS, the usual loud of students giving way to a serene calm. The Gryffindor common room was dimly lit, with only the flickering fire casting warm shadows across the burgundy rugs and tapestries. You were seated at a small table by the window, a soft light of the moon illuminating your workspace, where an array of tiny tools, shimmering beads, and delicate chains lay spread out before you.

Remus Lupin sat nearby, his attention drawn to the intricate work you were doing. He had always been fascinated by your hobbies, each one opening a door to your soul. But there was something particularly mesmerizing about watching you make jewelry — something in the way you handled the delicate materials with such care, transforming them into beautiful, wearable art. Watching your smaller hands mend the delicate pieces stirred a feeling in his chest.

"Doesn't it get frustrating?" the werewolf asked, leaning forward slightly, his eyes following the careful movements of your fingers. "Working with such tiny pieces, I mean."

You smiled softly, not taking your eyes off the silver chain you were holding. "Sometimes," you admitted, carefully threading a small brown stone onto the chain. "But there's something satisfying about it too. It's like solving a puzzle, finding the right combination of stones and metals to make something that feels just right, y’know."

He nodded thoughtfully, his gaze shifting to the array of materials on the table. Tiny glass beads of various colors sparkled in the firelight, alongside small stones and bits of silver wire that would soon be part of some new creation of yours. "It's impressive," he said quietly, more to himself than to you. "How you can take something so small and turn it into something so . . . meaningful."

You glanced up at him, a pleased smile on your lips. "Thank you, Remus. I think that's what I love about it — how something so simple can become something special, something that can be important to someone."

He watched as you carefully threaded a few more stones onto the chain, your fingers moving with the kind of ease that came from years of practice. There was a kind of magic in it, he thought — a different kind from what they learned in class, but no less powerful. It was a magic that didn't come from wands or spells, but from the heart and soul, from the desire to create something beautiful and meaningful.

"What are you making now?" he asked, his curiosity getting the better of him as he leaned in a bit closer.

"A bracelet," you replied, holding up the nearly finished piece for him to see. It was simple yet elegant, made of fine silver links with small brown and black stones interspersed between them. The stones caught the light as you turned the bracelet in your hand, their colors shifting subtly in the firelight. "I thought it might make a nice gift for someone."

Remus took in the bracelet, admiring the craftsmanship, the way the silver and stones complemented each other perfectly. "It's beautiful," he said, a note of awe in his voice. "Who's it for?"

You hesitated for a moment, your eyes flicking up to meet his. There was a softness in your gaze, something almost shy. "I was thinking . . . maybe you'd like it," you said, your voice quiet, almost hesitant.

For a moment, Remus was taken aback, surprised by the offer. He hadn't expected you to be making it for him, but now that he knew, he felt a warmth spread through his chest, a feeling of gratitude and something more, something deeper. "For me?" he asked, his voice laced with surprise.

You nodded, a small smile playing on your lips. "I wanted to make something that would remind you of our time together," you said, a hint of nervousness in your tone. "Something you could keep with you."

Remus felt his heart swell with emotion, a mixture of surprise, gratitude, and something else — something tender and profound. He looked at the bracelet again, seeing not just the beauty of the piece, but the thought and care that had gone into it, the meaning behind every detail. "I . . . I don't know what to say," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "It's . . . it's perfect. Thank you."

You smiled, the tension easing from your posture as you saw the genuine appreciation in his eyes. "I'm glad you like it," you said, your voice soft. "It's not much, but I wanted to give you something special. Something that's from the heart."

Remus reached out, his larger fingers brushing against the cool silver links as you handed the bracelet to him. The metal was smooth under his fingertips, the stones cool and solid. He could feel the weight of it, not just the physical weight, but the emotional significance it carried. "It's more than just 'something,'" he said, his voice quiet but firm. "It means a lot to me. Really."

You watched as he carefully slipped the bracelet onto his wrist, the silver and stones catching the light as they settled into place. There was something incredibly intimate about the moment, the quiet exchange of a gift that held so much meaning. It was more than just a piece of jewelry to him.

As Remus fastened the clasp, he looked at you with deep, unspoken gratitude in his eyes. The bracelet fit perfectly, resting comfortably against his skin, the cool metal and smooth stones a constant, reassuring presence. "I'll treasure it," he said, his voice filled with sincerity. "I promise."

You felt a warmth spread through you at his words, a sense of contentment that came from knowing you had given him something truly meaningful. "I'm glad," you replied softly, your eyes meeting his.

For a long moment, the two of you sat there in silence, the only sound the crackling of the fire and the occasional rustle of the curtains as a breeze drifted through the window. There was a sense of peace in the air, a quiet understanding that didn't need words to be felt. Surrounded by the warmth of the fire and the soft glow of the evening, he knew that this — these simple, heartfelt moments with you — were what he would carry with him through the darkest nights, a light to guide him through whatever lay ahead.

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kiarastromboli · 1 year ago

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Teach me (Chris Sturniolo x y/n)

Part.2 Part.3

Masterlist.

Warning: Virgin reader, Smut content, don’t like it = don’t read it :)

Summary: Chris shows up in the middle of the night in your room, asking for answers to the exam you both are supposed to take in the following days, and things take an unexpected turn.

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We are on a summer Tuesday evening, the air warm and heavy, the sound of cicadas outside, and the gentle breeze causing tree branches to brush against my window sill, absolute calm. The house was silent; it was already 11:25 PM, the only reason I wasn't asleep? I was busy revising for the upcoming major exam. Honestly, I didn't need to; I had the knowledge and even more, but I'm a perfectionist. Why settle for the minimum when you can achieve much more?

Anyway, I allowed myself to study a bit more tonight since I have no classes tomorrow. I had some music playing in the background, loud enough for me to hear but not too loud to distract me. Tonight, nothing could distract me!

*knock knock knock*

I jumped in surprise when I heard faint noises coming from the window at the other end of my room. I thought I was impossible to distract, but apparently, I was wrong.

I walked slowly towards the window; it was probably my cat scratching to come in. Well, I wasn't sure; what else could it be?

I pulled the curtain covering my window to open it and came face to face with Chris Sturniolo.

WAIT, WHAT? What is that rascal Chris doing at my window? Oh my god, if my parents hear him, I'm done for.

Let me give you a brief recap to better understand the situation and the reason for my current anxiety.

My name is Y/n, and honestly, there's not much to say about me. I'm a quiet girl, the complete opposite of what one would consider "cool" and "popular." I'm disciplined, polite, courteous, studious, discreet – in short, the perfect little girl who will have a good diploma, an excellent job in an excellent city, and an excellent family. I do what is expected of me without questioning, and I never, I repeat, NEVER go against the rules.

Chris, on the other hand, is Chris. If I were a boy, I would be absolutely the opposite of that guy. He plays on the high school lacrosse team with his brother. He's a real jerk – sorry, I don't want to sound vulgar, but he's a real jerk. He spends his time skipping classes to do who knows what with who knows who. He thinks he's "cool" and "popular" because all the girls run after him, but the truth is, he's just a good-looking guy with a devilish behavior. Back in elementary school, I had a crush on him; when he found out, he mocked me, and he never stopped, even now in high school. So, yes, he's an immature jerk.

What could Chris possibly be doing at my window in the middle of the night when my parents are at home? My father has always been strict about no boys in my room, and certainly not in the middle of the night?

"Are you going to let me in?" he said, looking up at me.

"Absolutely not! How do you know where I live? You can't stay here; you have to leave now!" I shouted in a panic, looking around to make sure no one saw him here.

"Let me in, and I'll answer all your little questions," he said with a smirk.

"Oh my god," I whispered to myself, bringing my hand to my forehead. "No, Chris, you don't understand; my parents are here. If they know there's a boy at my window—"

"Okay, if you don't let me in, I'll knock on the front door, pretending to be your boyfriend. It's up to you," he said, cutting me off before moving away from my window.

"NO! Okay, fine, come in," I sighed. "Damn, damn, damn," I muttered to myself as I moved away from the window to lock the door to my room.

"Your room is cool," he said, dropping onto my bed as if it were his own. "What's his name?" he added, picking up a stuffed animal lying on my bed.

"Get your filthy body off my clean bed, please," I snapped, grabbing my stuffed animal from his hands with a brisk motion.

"Relax; I just wanted to chat," he said, rolling his eyes before getting up to move towards me. "Nice pajamas," he said with a smirk, scanning my body with his eyes.

I blushed uncontrollably; I was wearing really short shorts and an equally short tank top. What? It's fine; I know what you're thinking. I'll stop you right there; it's summer, it's super hot, and I didn't anticipate Mr. Troublemaker's surprise visit.

"What do you want?" I asked timidly, stuttering and crossing my arms to hide my stomach. I hated having my body exposed in front of others; it made me feel vulnerable.

"I need your help for the exam coming up next week," he said, moving towards my desk. "And before you refuse to help me, I have an offer you can't refuse!" he said, turning to me, leaning against my desk this time.

"And did you have to come and ask for my help in the middle of the night, Chris, seriously?" I replied, annoyed.

"I stole the test papers from the teachers' lounge. If you help me, you can memorize all the answers by heart," he said, crossing his arms with a smug smile.

I laughed when he presented his "impossible to refuse" offer. What an idiot. "If you think that I, Y/n, will help you cheat on the most important exam of the year, you're way dumber than I thought."

"Oh yeah? You seemed pretty bothered by the bad grade you got in gym yesterday," he said, advancing towards me. "You know, I know the coach really well, well enough to be able to change your grade."

Damn, it was the only grade below average I had all year. It's true that it would be convenient to make it disappear. What? No, Y/n, you're crazy; this is Chris we're talking about, he's a manipulator, and you're falling into his trap. Oh my god, stop; I need to get him out of here.

"Why do you want me to help you? Find the answers yourself," I replied, giving him a dark look.

"Because I don't feel like it, and you love this kind of thing," he said, rolling his eyes. "Y/n, it's beneficial for both of us. Look, you ensure you get 100% on the exam, in addition to seeing your gym grade increase, and it will save me from repeating this year."

"Get out of my room, Chris; I'm not going to help you cheat. It's bad," I said, crossing my arms.

"Bad? Who do you think you are? Come on, we don't care; it's just an exam!" he said, laughing.

"You don't care, but I do," I said, pointing to the window he came in through.

He smiled arrogantly before licking his lips, looking at me. "You're more tenacious than I thought," he said, plunging his eyes into mine. "I like that."

I won't lie; his words made me a little nervous at the moment. Okay, I said he was a big jerk,

not that he was ugly!

"Oh, are you blushing because of me? Does what I say affect you?" he said, slowly approaching me.

"G-Get out of my room," I said weakly, stepping back.

"Why? You don't want me to leave your room, Y/n. Don't lie to me; I know you like me," he said confidently, continuing to advance towards me until my back hit the door of my room.

I swallowed hard as I felt my throat tighten due to the proximity between us. "You're insane. I would have to be crazy to like a guy like you," I said timidly, avoiding his gaze.

"I'm sure I can drive you crazy," he said, grabbing my chin to force me to look him in the eyes.

A wave of heat engulfed me; I slightly opened my mouth to get more air. My heartbeat accelerated; I must be all red now.

"Listen," he said, getting even closer to me. "If you help me with this exam," he said, placing his hand in the small of my back, "in addition to the things I've already offered you," he said, slowly lowering his hand to my hip, "I can also show you a few things you might like," he said softly, plunging his eyes into mine.

I cleared my throat. "What are you talking about?" I said all timid.

"Oh, come on, Y/n, you know exactly what I'm talking about; you're dying for it. Look at yourself," he said with an arrogant smile. "And if you want to know, I'm dying for it too," he whispered in my ear, making my knees weak.

"Stop lying, you don't give a damn about me. You're acting like an asshole with me; you only want the answers to this exam," I said, stuttering and trying not to be swayed by his sweet words.

"Y/n, I know where you live because I follow you after school every day to make sure nothing happens to you on the way," he said, moving his face a few centimeters away from mine. "I spend my time teasing you in the hope of getting closer to you," he added, running his hand over my cheek. "If I didn't care about you, I wouldn't have even noticed the bad grades you're getting in PE," he said, rolling his eyes.

If these were lies, then he's a very good liar. Oh my god, my mother always warned me about bad boys like Chris, but I felt like fainting when his hand tightened a little more around my hip. "Chris—"

"You know what, screw this exam; I'll study it on my own. Let me kiss you, and I promise to leave your room and never bother you about this exam again," he said, almost sounding desperate. Wait, is he serious? Chris has a crush on me? I must be dreaming; it can't be possible.

"Chris, if this is a joke, it's really not funny," I said uncertainly, furrowing my brow when he moved his face closer to mine.

"I'm dead serious," he said, fixing his gaze on my lips.

My eyes were switching between his and his lips; I didn't know what to do. I was bewildered by the situation until Chris placed his soft lips on mine. My eyes instinctively closed to better savor the moment. I was kissing the most handsome guy in high school in my room, just like in the movies. His hand slid under my shorts to grab my buttock, making me sigh in surprise during our kiss. He seized the opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth, dancing with mine. He started smiling against my lips when he heard a pathetic moan die in our kiss as he began to knead my buttocks.

"Chris," I said, separating our lips and pushing him by his chest.

"What?" he said with a confused look as I moved away from him.

"We're not going to do this," I told him, shaking my head. "My parents are here; you can't just barge into my room in the middle of the night and coerce me with sex to get the answers to this damn exam," I said, offended.

"Y/n, I don't care about the exam. I did all this to get closer to you!" he said, taking a step towards me.

I stepped back when he tried to grab my hand to hold it in his. "Okay, prove it," I said, crossing my arms. "You said you would leave me alone about this exam and leave my room if I let you kiss me," I added, heading to the window to open it again.

He opened his mouth to speak before changing his mind, shaking his head.

"Show me you're not a liar," I said, pointing to the window.

He sighed before moving towards the window. "I'm not a liar, Y/n," he said, furrowing his brow before starting to pass his legs through the window.

There, I was finally rid of him. I should feel relieved, right? So why does something deep inside me break seeing him leave?

Without thinking, before he had time to pass through my window entirely, I grabbed him by his T-shirt to kiss him again. I couldn't let him go like that. I don't know what was happening to me, but everything was screaming at me to throw myself on his lips and never leave them.

He straightened up before closing the window with one hand. His other hand came to caress my cheek.

I had absolutely no idea what I was doing; we headed towards my desk without paying attention. He grabbed the back of my thighs to make me sit on my desk just behind me. His lips left mine to move towards my neck, his arms tightened around my waist, and my thighs surrounded his.

"Do you still want me to leave your room now?" he said arrogantly.

"Shut up," I said, feeling my breath quicken when he started sucking on the skin of my neck between his lips. "Chris, you can't leave marks," I said, a little panicked.

"Why not? You're mine," he said authoritatively, raising his face in front of mine and grabbing my throat in his hand.

"First, I'm not yours, Chris, and second, my father will kill me if he sees hickies on my neck," I said, chuckling timidly at his reaction.

Without a word, he began kissing my neck again before slowly moving towards my chest, making me anxious. "What are you doing?" I asked, stuttering.

"I'm leaving my mark where I'm sure no one else will see it," he whispered before grabbing the fabric of my tank top to slightly uncover my breast and place his lips on it.

"Chris—" I said, jumping when he started sucking a hickey on that sensitive area.

I could feel shivers running through my entire body; my back arched, and my thighs instinctively tightened around his waist while a few silent moans escaped my lips.

"Are you always this sensitive, or am I the one making you feel this way?" he said, raising his head towards me with a big smile.

I started blushing uncontrollably when he said that; I didn't even have a response to his question. I had never done anything like this with a boy before.

"Did you lose your tongue?" he asked, tilting his head to the side before coming to fix a strand of hair behind my ear.

"I-I don't know," I said in an almost inaudible voice. "Is it wrong?" I asked, embarrassed.

"No, not at all," he said, frowning. "What do you mean by 'I don't know'?" he asked, confused.

"I—" I didn't know what to answer. A silence settled at that moment; he looked me in the eyes before realizing.

"You've never done anything with a boy?" he asked, surprised.

I simply shook my head from side to side, too embarrassed to say anything.

His arrogant smile covered his lips a few seconds later. "Do you want me to teach you?"

My eyes widened when I heard that. I hesitated for a moment before nodding timidly.

"Use words, princess," he said, stroking my waist to encourage me to speak.

"I want you to teach me how to do it," I said, feeling a wave of confidence in myself.

He smiled before kissing me again; this time our kiss was slow and gentle, as if to reassure me. His hands played with the hem of my tank top. "Can I take this off?" he asked calmly.

"Take yours off first," I asked directly. I didn't want to be the only one exposed for some reason. My statement made him chuckle, and he separated from my lips to remove his t-shirt.

I took a moment to observe him. Unconsciously, I started biting my lips, and Chris smiled at my reaction. "It's your turn now," he said, moving towards me again.

Once again, I hesitated for a moment, looking into his eyes. "You don't have to do it if you don't want to, you know," he said without breaking eye contact.

His words were enough to make me feel comfortable. I took my tank top off over my head without overthinking it. "But I want to," I said before covering my chest, feeling a wave of embarrassment engulf me.

Chris immediately grabbed my arms. "You don't need to hide from me, Y/n," I let him remove my arms from the way, and he directed his eyes to my chest, licking his lips. "You're beautiful," he said before pressing his lips against mine once again.

I felt more and more at ease with him. My hands, which were previously at the back of his neck, started to travel along his chest down to his waist, where he hastily seized my wrist. "Slow down, princess."

"What? Did I do it wrong? Isn't that what I'm supposed to do?" I asked, panicking. He chuckled at my reaction.

"No, you didn't do anything wrong," he said, smiling. "We have all the time in the world, don't rush yourself," he whispered before kissing my neck again.

My hand found its place in his hair, and he gradually directed his kisses towards my chest, prompting me to throw my head back at the new sensation of his lips around my nipples.

One of his hands slipped between my thighs, making me jump and tilt my head forward at the proximity of his hand to my sensitive area.

He began to gently caress my pussy through my clothes, causing a silent moan to escape my lips.

I could feel my head starting to spin due to all this sudden stimulation; I couldn't help but squirm in all directions. "Can I take off your shorts?" he asked, looking up at me.

"Y-yes," I replied timidly before he slowly removed my shorts and resumed kissing me, this time moving down to my stomach, making me breathe harder.

He stopped kissing me when he reached the level of my white panties to examine them closely. "You're so wet that I can see the trace on your panties," he said with a smirk.

Embarrassment washed over me. "I'm sorry," I said softly, trying to close my thighs, but he grabbed them to force me to keep them open.

"Don't be," he said, bringing his head closer to my thighs. "I like it," he said, planting a kiss on my clothed pussy, making me shiver. "You're so sensitive; I bet I could make you come in less than 5 minutes with my tongue," he said, running his fingers between the fabric of my panties and my skin.

"Do you want me to do it?" he asked, looking up at me with a sly smile. I timidly nodded. "Say it," he said in a firm tone.

"What?" I asked, a bit embarrassed.

"If you want me to do it, you'll have to ask me, Y/n," he said arrogantly.

"Chris," I said in a frustrated moan; I could see his smile widening, amused by the situation. He returned to plant another kiss on my still-clothed pussy. "I-I want you to make me come with your tongue," I said, almost inaudibly moaning.

"Anything you want, princess," he said satisfied before removing my panties. I lifted my hips to help him, and he placed a few kisses around my sensitive area before putting my legs over his shoulders and diving his head between my legs.

The upper part of my body leaned forward slightly at the sensation of his lips around my clit. Instinctively, my hand pressed into his long, wavy hair, and I couldn't control the soft moans that escaped me. "Y/n, quiet down; your parents will hear you," he said, chuckling against me before getting back to work.

His tongue applied pressure to my clit, driving me wild. One of his hands reached for my breasts to play with them, mainly to prevent me from squirming all over my desk, which kept creaking. He moved his tongue in circular motions, gradually increasing the speed. After a few seconds, I felt something new in my lower abdomen, as if it were knotting due to the pressure. My thighs started to tighten slightly around his face without me realizing it. When I lowered my eyes to look at him, I could see his beautiful blue eyes already fixed on me, admiring me as if I were his last meal.

My eyebrows furrowed when all this stimulation started to take over. "Chris," I struggled to say in a weak voice; it felt like I was about to faint. "Oh my—fucking god," I said, throwing my head back and covering my mouth with my hand.

Chris didn't stop; on the contrary, he accelerated his movements, and his grip on my breasts became much firmer. He started moaning between my legs, and the vibrations of his moans against my clit were enough to push me over the edge. My legs began to tremble. "Fuck—Chris," I said before reaching orgasm on his face.

He slowed down the movement of his tongue before completely stopping to let me ride out my orgasm. "I told you," he said, straightening up and using the back of his hand to wipe his mouth, "less than 5 minutes."

I chuckled at his remark, "You never stop boasting, huh?" I said with a smile, and his hands came around my cheeks before placing a chaste kiss on my lips.

"Never," he said, smiling before I reconnected our lips, making him smile at my hungry kiss. "What do you want?" he asked, separating our lips.

"I want to pleasure you too," I replied, playing with his necklace. He licked his lips, looking into my eyes.

"Is that what you want?" he asked, pressing his pelvis against mine to make me feel his erection through his pants, and I nodded.

"Yes, that's what I want," I said with an innocent look.

He immediately reconnected our lips without waiting a second longer, then grabbed the back of my thighs to carry me to my bed.

He gently placed me at the edge of the bed before leaning forward to kiss me again. "If you want us to stop, let me know," I brought my hands to his belt to remove it while he looked at me with desire.

I lowered his pants and stared at his erect member. Suddenly, panic resurfaced. "You don't have to do this," he said, bringing his hand to my cheek.

I looked up to meet his reassuring gaze. "I don't know how to do it," I said timidly, "but I want to." I added, placing my hand on his thigh.

"Do what feels right, I'll guide you," he said, never taking his eyes off me, as I slid down his boxers to his ankles.

The apprehension and stress were still there, but it was too late; after all, I was already committed. I really wanted it; I was just terribly afraid of messing up. I stopped overthinking and took his member in my hand, giving him a look to make sure I wasn't doing anything wrong. He nodded to indicate I should continue. I began hesitant strokes with my hand, eliciting a moan from his mouth.

His hand came to caress the top of my head, and I threw him a last uncertain glance before taking him into my mouth. He flinched and took a step back when I started, and I immediately looked up at him in panic. "Sorry," I apologized embarrassedly.

"No, don't be. It's okay; you just need to avoid letting your teeth touch it. It's not very pleasant," he explained in a reassuring voice before coming back towards me.

I nodded, and this time, I made sure my teeth didn't touch him. His hand returned to my hair. "Yeah, like that," he moaned, making my pussy clench at the tone of his voice. I continued my movements with closed eyes. "You can use your hand for what you can't fit in your mouth," he said weakly, and I did as he instructed. I could feel how much he was holding back from thrusting into my mouth to avoid rushing me, and the muffled sounds from his mouth sent an electric shock to my pussy.

"Fuck, you need to stop," he said, throwing his head back. I pulled away and looked up at him, confused.

"Did I do something wrong?" I asked, feeling lost.

"No, baby, you did a great job. It's just that I was about to come," he said, caressing my cheek and catching his breath.

"Oh," I said, chuckling. "Maybe you can come inside me?" I said without thinking, excited by the moment; I wanted more.

"Y/n," he said, diving his eyes into mine before I got up, grabbed the back of his neck, and kissed him again. "Is this really what you want?" he asked before reconnecting our lips.

"Please," I said pathetically, guided by my desires and excitement at that moment. My hands tangled in his hair, and his hands firmly gripped my hips.

"I don't have a condom, princess," he emphasized, smiling against my lips.

"I have..." I said timidly before heading to my bedside table to take out a new box of condoms.

A sly smile appeared, and I could already feel his remarks coming. So, before he had a chance to say anything, I cut him off, "I'm a virgin, not irresponsible, Chris," I said, rolling my eyes when I stood in front of him.

"I didn't say anything," he said, chuckling, before pushing me onto the bed and positioning himself above me to kiss me again. "Are you sure this is really what you want, Y/n?" he asked, directing his lips to my neck. "I don't want you to feel forced into anything. What we've done already is more than enough for now," he added.

"Jeez, Chris, stop talking," I said, chuckling, before grabbing his head between my hands to kiss him even more passionately than before.

"Are you that impatient?" he said, chuckling. "I need to stretch you a bit first, okay?" he said, directing his fingers towards my entrance. I simply nodded, and he pushed the first finger inside, prompting me to raise my head at the sensation. "Is it okay?"

"Yes, you can add another finger," I said, feeling my breath quicken. He inserted a second finger and began to move them in and out to stretch me.

"I wish your parents weren't here so I could hear you better, Y/n. You make beautiful sounds," he said, burying his head in my neck and curling his fingers inside me to stretch me further.

"Chris," I said, moaning and pulling slightly on his hair, "I need more."

"Do you think you're ready?" he asked, looking into my eyes. He had never looked at me like that before; his gaze was tender and caring.

"Yes," I replied, nodding. He grabbed a condom and opened it with his mouth. I could feel the pressure building, but I wasn't going to back down. I was going to do it; I was ready to do it.

He put on the condom and positioned himself at my entrance. "Tell me if you want me to stop, and I'll do it immediately," he said, and I nodded. "It might hurt a bit at the beginning if it's too much for you—"

"Chris, just do it," I said, cutting him off when I felt the stress overwhelm me.

He began to push slowly inside me, scrutinizing any sign of discomfort on my face. My eyebrows furrowed at the burning sensation when he started penetrating me. "Fuck," I said, glancing down to see what was happening between my legs before letting my head fall back on the pillow. He stopped halfway to make sure it wasn't too much for me. "Don't stop," I said, breathing quickly, and he resumed his advance until he touched the depth, prompting me to bury my head in his neck to muffle a moan.

"Are you okay?" he asked without moving from where he was.

"Yes, you can move," I said before he began to make slow thrusts. At first, it burned a little; it was uncomfortable, but with each subsequent movement, the pain transformed into pleasure.

"Oh my god, you're so tight, Y/n, fuckkk," he said, moaning against my lips. His thrusts gradually accelerated, and my hand gripped his bicep.

"It-feels good," I admitted, moaning softly and clenching my jaw.

"I've dreamt of this for so long; it's even better than in my dreams," he said, gripping onto my hips.

"You dreamed of this?" I asked him, confused, not knowing if he was being honest with what he was saying.

"Mhm," he simply hummed before lowering his free hand between our bodies to massage my clit. "You're mine now," he said in my ear, and my grip around his bicep tightened with the stimulation he was providing at that moment. His hip movements accelerated again, knotting my lower abdomen for the second time tonight. "Say it," he added in an authoritative tone.

"I'm yours, Chris," I said with the little strength I had left. My mind didn't know where to focus at that moment.

"Yes, and this pussy is mine too, Y/n," he said, moaning in my ear, driving me crazy. "I want you to cum again for me, princess," he said, accelerating his thrusts, yet still gentle and delicate.

My eyes rolled back, and my legs tightened around him. "Let go, princess," he said breathlessly. "Cum all over me." With his words, I threw my head back and started clenching around him. "Fuck, I can feel you clenching around me, baby," he said, burying his head in my neck, and I started to climax. I grabbed his hand, placing it over my mouth to muffle any noise, and shortly after, he climaxed too.

"Oh my god," I said before he let all his weight fall on me, moaning one last time.

"I never want to move from here," he said, smiling against my neck.

"You'll have to before my parents wake up," I said, chuckling. "It's already a miracle they didn't hear us," I said, running my hand through his hair.

He sat up and withdrew from me before tossing the condom into my trash bin. I sat up, covering myself with my blanket. "Will this happen again?" I asked him timidly, looking at him as he put on his boxers.

"Of course, it will, princess," he said, smiling, before sitting next to me and rubbing my thigh. "Can I stay a little longer?" he asked, locking his eyes with mine, and I nodded.

He settled next to me, pulling me close and gently running his hand over my curves. "Send me the exam tomorrow; I don't have class. I'll give you the answers," I told him, looking up at him.

"I thought this was bad, and good girls like you don't do these kinds of things," he said, chuckling and furrowing his brows.

"Good girls like me aren't supposed to sleep with bad boys like you," I replied, straddling him to be on top, and he sat up to kiss me.

"I told you I'd drive you crazy," he said, smiling against my lips.

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salbei-141 · 8 months ago

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Daddy Issues (John Price x Reader)

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word count: 1.4k

warnings: 18+, fluff, angst, comfort, suggestive themes, daddy issues, confession, praise, etc.

a/n: I have exams, but this obviously takes priority (if y'all are doing exams, go revise loves, don't be silly and procrastinate like me, I believe in y'all more than I do me)

I can't lie I may be tempted to write a smutty part 2 to this I dunno...Price is a DILF and I know me and you both got daddy issues - I'm writing Captain Price fanfic after all, and you're consuming it, so I feel like part 2 is may be necessary...

Code name: Scarlet

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You had missed 48% of your shots today, which was well below your usual average accuracy score. You felt yourself getting frustrated knowing you were better than this - you were a good soldier, you had made it to Task Force 141 all by yourself despite the setbacks.

Reloading your pistol, you moved yourself into the correct position and breathed in deeply, then pulled the trigger. You watched as it hit the outermost line on the target. What was with you today? You stood in silence staring at the target feeling dread crawling up your spine - maybe you weren't as good of a soldier as you'd believed you were. You felt yourself remembering the harsh words of your father reminding you that you were just a useless little girl.

Huffing to yourself, you slammed the gun down in front of you, rubbing your hands over your face, feeling that stinging in your throat. Were you really about to start crying? "Get a fucking grip", you muttered to yourself.

That's when you heard the familiar heavy footsteps of your captain. And before you knew it, his voice was coming from behind you, making you shiver lightly with its deep rumble, "You'll have some catching up to do Scarlet - Gaz and Soap are way ahead of you".

You don't know what it was, but the blatant disappointment in his voice had you wanting to hide away and sob - you were supposed to be his best soldier. The frustration and upset overwhelmed your senses, and you turned to face Price with a stoic expression and snappy tone, "Look can you just fuck off? You think you're making this any easier by standing there and breathing down my neck telling me I'm not good enough?".

He looked surprised - you had never snapped at him like this before, especially in front of other soldiers. He then knitted his brows together, staring deeply into your eyes with a blank expression that felt like the calm before the storm and spoke with a low tone, "Get in my office y/n." He watched as your eyebrows furrowed further and your eyes grew darker, as you went to open your mouth and assumedly defy his order, "Now y/n", you shut your mouth instantly and walked to his office as he towed behind while there was a gentle echo of whispers behind you.

As you opened the door to the office you walked into the centre of the room staring outside the window overlooking the premises. You refused to take a seat - it was defiant, but you also didn't want to get comfortable, you knew you'd fucked up royally.

The fire in you just 5 minutes ago had dwindled - you weren't aggressive to your peers, let alone your superior. But you bit at him - you weren't an aggressive person, just overwhelmed - you hadn't meant it.

You stood rigid and on edge - unsure how Price was going to respond to you. You watched as he rounded you, opting to stand tall in front of you, instead of sitting at his desk as you had hoped for.

"Want to explain what the fuck that was?" He stared down at you with piercing eyes that you were struggling to hold your gaze with his, his voice was gruff and stern.

The fire had dwindled in you completely, and you didn't know what to do or how to respond. You stared up at him looking lost - completely bewildered by your own actions, "I'm...sorry"

He watched as your eyes glazed over, he hadn't expected this when you were raising your voice at him mere moments before.

"What?", his brows furrowed confused by your sudden shedding of tears. You weren't an overly emotional individual and he'd never seen you shed tears during some of your most harrowing missions together.

You looked up at him ashamed - feeling like that useless little girl your father had said you always were, "I said I'm sorry John".

The use of his first name changed everything - it felt informal - he felt like he needed to comfort you as a friend, not as your superior.

"Come here y/n", he beckoned you into his arms, letting you wrap your arms around him and softly cry into his chest. He gently ran his fingers through your hair - unsure of what you needed from him right now, but the calming of your breaths reassured him that he was doing enough.

"What’s wrong?”, he pulled back slightly to see your face - your cheeks had flushed red and your eyes remained glossy with tears.

You shift your eyes around him, trying to avoid his gaze and his question. However, you feel as he gently lifted your chin, forcing your eyes to meet his as he waited for an answer.

“I’m just…overwhelmed”, he raised a brow at this - it was obvious that there was more going on.

“Can you tell me why?”, he sounded so gentle - he genuinely wanted to know - he cared.

You continue holding his gaze feeling the newly familiar burn in your throat as you tried to keep your tears at bay - not that it worked as you felt a few escape and trail down your cheeks again, being caught by John's thumb as he wiped them away.

“Do I disappoint you, John?”

"What?", he looked confused - you were probably his most hard-working soldier - getting this far wasn't easy, and it certainly wouldn't have happened if you were a disappointment.

“Do you ever think that I was a poor choice for 141?”, he couldn’t believe what he was hearing - he’d never doubted your abilities since the day he saw your first induction day to the SAS.

"Not at all love, why?"

"You said that I was falling behind...and my father used to tell me if I wasn't the best then I was just another person wasting everyone's time pretending to be something I wasn't, so I should just give up", you held your breath - never having admitted that.

He held your face gently, "Your father's a fucking idiot then love", you chuckled softly and he smiled seeing this - you weren't the same little girl your father would relentlessly put down; if your 10-year-old self could see you know, she'd be so proud of you, you knew that. John was right - your father was a fucking idiot.

"I couldn't be prouder to have you as a member of 141...but you're more than just a soldier love - I think the only time you've disappointed me was the day you got shit-faced with Johnny after your birthday last year"

You stared at him confused, absentmindedly placing your hands over his wrist that held your face, "Why?"

His tone changed - you'd never heard it come from him, "Because I had planned to ask you out -and finally taste those lips of yours"

Your cheeks felt hot as you blushed, shocked by his confession, "Why haven't you said anything?"

He leaned slightly closer to you, smelling the perfume that clung to your skin, "Lost the courage like the idiot I was"

You smile at him, your eyes having dried from the previous tears, "Well don't be an idiot again".

He chuckled lowly, "Don't plan on it love".

He pulled you closer to him, leaning down to meet your lips, kissing you softly, tasting the salt that lingered on your lips. He felt as you gently nipped his lip, feeling the way you smiled into him. He gently pushed you up against his desk, intensifying the kiss, as you both started to feel hotter, your senses overwhelmed by your captain as you felt his body pressed against yours. You gently pushed at his chest, making him pull away and look down at you - your pupils were blown, making him smirk.

"Take me on a date first?"

He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead and spoke lowly, "Of course love - as much I want to fuck you against my desk right now, I think I'd rather take you out first and fuck you in my bed, hm?"

You blushed hard at him, "Maybe you'll get to fuck me against your desk another time"

"I hope so love", he smirked stepping away and holding his hand out to you, "Best get back out there before someone comes to check on you thinking I've lost it on you, huh?"

You smiled at him stepping around him to leave, "Good girl", you stopped in your tracks, ready to turn back around.

"Didn't tell you to stop", you sighed as you heard his low laugh as you left his office to go back to your target - everything before being forgotten as your Captain preoccupied your mind for the rest of the day.

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not-a-lady-irl · 2 months ago

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Midnight Studies

Pairing: Lilia Vanrouge x reader Summary: You were up until night studying for Mr. Crewell's test, the most feared of all. You swore no one would notice you were awake, seeing as the storm made it muffle all noise. However, you were wrong. Warnings: terrible writing (indeed) Author's Note: I confess the writing wasn't one of the best but in my defense I was exhausted from sleep while writing lol Words: 1.0K

Heavy rain pounded on Diasomnia's dormitory window. The noise of thunder was an addition to all that storm. It was already a habit for you, much less a problem, you loved these nights when these sudden storms joined you in your studies. They gave you a feeling that you weren't alone.

Studying late at night was not an easy task, but with some exams arriving this effort was necessary. Mr. Crewell's test was the next day and you were having difficulty with a specific subject that you were almost certain would be on the test so because of that subject, you were here, now, at 2 in the morning, sitting at the table in the entrance hall, with all your books, notes, notebooks and pens on it, studying.

Oh, and how you were studying.

You needed to get a good grade on this test to pass, you couldn't disappoint your dorm who were known for excelling in almost every subject and activity at school. You also didn't want to be disappointed, believing that you are a burden.

— I think just a few more questions and I can rest.

If it were any other normal night, without rain and thunder, you would be trying your best not to make noise and indicate that you were awake at those hours, but, thanks to the storm, you believed that you wouldn't need that effort.

You gave your notes another quick read and decided it was time to answer the questions, because what better way to practice a subject than by doing exercises on it?

You read the first question. Pause. Think. Read it again. Pause. Think again. Go back to the beginning and get stressed.

— It's not possible… — A tone of despair escapes your lips.

You place your head in the palm of your hand and rest your arm on the table. The material was right there in front of you, you spent the entire afternoon studying it and now the night trying to understand that subject.

Despair takes over you and as a result you end up deciding to stay up all night.

It would be very bad for you, since you would be awake for more than 24 hours, your sleep would be disrupted, your concentration would be low, your energy would be almost exhausted…

You honestly didn't imagine that this would be a problem for both the prefect and the vice prefect of Diasomnia, as you were studying precisely to help the dormitory's reputation! It felt like you were doing it more for them than for you.

— Well, then I think... from the beginning….

Before you could pick up the book again to read, a voice came from behind you.

— How long do you intend to stay up to study?

The voice takes you by surprise. You didn't believe that someone would be awake at that moment to realize that you hadn't gone to bed yet. When you turn back, you found Lilia looking at you with an expression of concern and reprimand.

— It's bad to stay up this late at night, I can't believe you didn't know that. — His voice comes out strict.

He was the last person you imagined would catch you awake.

Nervous, you try to explain yourself and lie saying that you were already leaving.

— I was just reviewing content Lilia, I swear I was going to bed right away! — You give a smile trying to affirm your excuse.

Lilia just stares at you. Obviously he wouldn't go down that easily.

— Since that's the case, I'll remain here until your quick review is over and you go to your room to sleep. — He comes over and sits in the chair next to you — You have five minutes — His lips form an amused smile.

You didn’t know if he was having fun with you or the fake situation you created. Maybe both, who knows.

But now you had no option but to "revise" in five minutes.

You put down the book and pick up your class notes again and read them, still not understanding most of the things that were there.

Time passed and when you least expected it, the brief five minutes had already ended.

— That's it! Time to sleep. — He gets up and pulls you by the hand, taking you to your room.

The weight of not doing well on Mr. Crewell's test made you explain your situation to Lilia, hoping that he would understand and just let you stay awake that night.

— Lilia… please, I can't sleep now. — He stops pulling you and looks at you — Mr. Crewell's test is tomorrow and I haven't managed to understand a specific subject yet… I don't want to do badly and ruin the reputation that my dorm has because of me — The outburst comes out and you anxiously await Lilia's reaction

But all you get is a laugh.

— Do you really think we would lose our reputation because of a test? — He lets go of your hand and approaches you.

— Y/N, the happiness and health of our students is much more important to us. You don't need to try so hard because of this, although I can't deny that it makes me happy to see such a dedicated student at Diasomnia! — He lets out another chuckle.

— But…. Lilia…. — You try to defend yourself again but are interrupted by him pulling you back to your room.

— No more excuses! Time to sleep.

You are led until you stop in front of your room, Lilia patiently waiting to see you enter to confirm to himself that you have indeed gone to sleep.

You let out a sigh and finally enter.

— Good night Lilia. — You say goodbye to him and close the door.

— Sweet dreams, Y/N — Lilia walks calmly towards his room. — I think I should be more careful in case she spends more nights awake....

You couldn't deny it, Lilia's words and the fact that he forced you to go to sleep helped you have a good night's sleep without any worries.

And honestly, it's a good thing he told you to go to sleep, because the test had been canceled thanks to the heavy rain the night before.

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rowretro · 6 months ago

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♡taglist: @firstclassjaylee @laurradoesloveu

♡Warnings: slapping, idk what else.

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✧CHAPTER 1✧

Saturday morning, 11am. Rowan was still deep asleep lost in her strange dreamland. She never wasted her mornings waking up early like a positive healthy person who studies at 6am and gets on her parents good side. She simply can't. Why waste the only 2 days you get to sleep and take a peaceful break on being productive?

Compared to the 5 days she wakes up early, zooming around to freshen up, doing her makeup and going to school, especially these recent days as exams are nearing, and the stress starts taking a toll on her feeble state.

That's right, exam season, the season I must say all students dread it's insane how a paper of useless questions that won't even be helpful in the future, can cause her to cry, lash out at her laptop every time it takes a while to load, and cause her to lose weight at an unhealthy cost.

She wasn't going to wake herself up the one time she was sleeping soundly when all these nights she spent cramming and revising, highlighting notes, and trying to solve confuzzling formulas. She preferred her zombie apocalypse dream, where she was eating marshmallows in a rundown building's attic.

"Row! it's 11:47 get your ass up!" Jungwon yelled, no answer "Rowan. You'll have plenty of time to sleep later- we need to go to the mall" Jungwon reasoned as he softly opened the door, peeking in, hoping he's not walking in on anything awkward. To his luck she was buried under her thick duvet, snuggled up against another pillow, and sound asleep.

There's only one way to get her to wake up and come downstairs, all dressed and ready to go outside. "Row- get your fucking ass up now! Heeseung is waking up!"Jungwon finally said as he shut the door of her room, grinning mischievously as he heard her get up, rushing about here and there.

. . .

"I'm ready let's go-" Rowan froze mid sentence as she saw Heeseung sitting on the sofa, Newspaper at hand, Steaming hot tea, in the delicate, expensive teacup on the table before him. He eyed her up and down, eyebrows scrunched at the centre, s if scrutinizing her look.

Hee tended to be pretty protective, of course he was all for her style and love for fashion, but sometimes, all he could see was his little baby sister. Row bit her lip, nervous, hoping she didn't have to change. she was wearing a pretty tight pink top, flounce sleeves with a nice white ribbon in the centre, a rather ballet core top, with a short white skirt to match.

"Where are you off to?" he asked coldly, eyes piercing into her as he studied her makeup, not too natural, heavy on the eyes, visible manga lashes, so definitely not a date. "Jungwon, and I have to buy a few things at the mall-" she said as she turned to Jungwon who just grabbed his car keys.

Heeseung nodded as he turned to Jungwon "Alright. take care, be back by 6 Won, we have a meeting at 6:30." Heeseung simply said as Jungwon smiled saying ok as he led Rowan out the door.

. . .

Sunghoon hummed to himself as he dried his hair, white t shirt somewhat sticking to his abs, and a nice dark denim pair of jeans that suited his stature very well, practically everything suits him. He smiled to himself as he sprayed a crazy amount of deodorant around himself.

"ma im heading out with the boys ill be back very late don't know when so don't worry about me ok?" he said as he was about to walk out the building "Why would I worry about you?! im more worried about your sister." she said as Sunghoon playfully pouted "Favouritism much.... "

"No it's not like that... Sunghoon your sister's been getting bullied the past week... since she's joined high school, it's one of those things I was worried about... can't you go ask her what's wrong? like I don't know solve her little issue?" She asked as Sunghoon groaned.

He didn't defy. He couldn't, he'd feel guilty anytime he didn't do something his mother wanted, she wasn't strict or anything, just... she's his mom after all. "Oi. tell me who he or she or they is." Sunghoon said as he sat beside his sister. Siyeon frowned, taking off her ear piece, as she folded the page.

"Why do you suddenly care?" she asked as Sunghoon shrugged "You're my sister- and I have the power to scare people so just tell me-" he said as the girl rolled her eyes "Fine... her name's Leiko, she's in a few classes above me and she thinks im going after her man- whoever he is... she often wears pink and hangs out at the Hera mall on Saturdays-" She added, waving around some cash as Sunghoon narrowed his eyes.

"give me a description and your problem will be solved within seconds. That girl won't even look in your direction my dear sister~" Sunghoon said with a smile as Siyeon smirked "Black hair, around 5'2 or something, she's probably wearing pink, and she'll most definitely stand out in a crowd." she said as Sunghoon rushed off.

. . .

"You wait here- I'm going to head to the men's room quickly kay?" Jungwon said as Rowan nodded. She stood by a bench, smiling as she admired her newly done nails. The school wasn't too keen on makeup and nails, but her brother's Heeseung so the teachers don't care. Row softly flicked the dangling heart charm on her nail as she could see a dark-haired, charming male heading her way.

She's seen plenty pretty boys before, never one this pretty. Dark, perfect eyes, perfect jawline, plump pink lips, and a very pretty nose, a few moles here and there. Then she realized he was actually heading in her direction. Stopping right before her, his glare piercing, as she froze in her spot.

Just like that. One hard, stinging slap around her face, his big watch making it all the more painful. Sunghoon didn't even have the slap planned when he was going to threaten the said girl... he just felt so... mad. The girl stumbled back, her heels not having mercy on her balance.

"Come near my sister again and I swear you'll never see the end of this." Sunghoon said as Rowan gasped, annoyed, mad, confused. Before she could even ask, the male had already walked off. Who's sister? why? what did she do? What the fuck? "Fuck Row- your face... who the fuck did this to you?" Jungwon asked, noticing the reddened mark on her face "Let's just go home..." she said, exhausted.

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lawofangie · 19 days ago

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have you changed your old and set gpa / grades to a new one? i guess this would be along the lines of revision

also, for big exams or whatever that most people seem to have super hard times with even with studying the best they can like the mcat (medical entrance exam basically) how would you go about that? let’s say you didn’t want to do much prep for it, can you just assume you’re top percentile with the score you get back and if there’s inspired action you can get into that, or do you actually have to put in some level of work? this may have been worded badly LOL my apologies

i did! i believe my old one was a 3.0 or something like that and i manifested it being a 4.0! i'm currently a senior in highschool and the "hardest" thing i'm taking right now is physics. if i didn't assume my grades were always high and relied on the 3d to tell me how they were, i would probably be failing miserably right now.

personally, i hate studying and i always thought to myself about how i would much rather spend my time taking care of myself and improving my life somehow. i could be spending time with friends, my sp, family or trying new hobbies, going new places, traveling.. i've honestly always found school to be a waste of my time that i could be spending doing so many other things. i used to get so anxious and scared over school and put it on this pedestal like my future depended on it, when that wasn't true at all.

i had to realize that i was doing myself a disservice my pretending that these things somehow mattered more than my input, my wellbeing, and my say in matters. acting like anything depended on "top percentiles" or approvals is a way of distracting yourself from the fact that you are the one accepting this as true. you are the one deciding "if my grades don't look like this, i won't succeed", when in reality, your grades and scores are quite literally said to be a way of being prepared.

a lot of administrators actually don't know what standards schools are choosing by because even if you have the good grades and good exam scores, there's still that chance of you not being picked. this goes back to my point on reliance and how that's your conscious decision. also, leaving things up to "chance" or "luck" (a made up concept) is honestly stupid when you really think about it. you're choosing to let things decide themselves, but somehow you can't decide?

i've noticed that people often put trust in many irrelevant things, like gods, deities, stars, cards, palm readings, psychics, mediums, other people's inputs, etc. and i've realized that nobody ever puts trust in themselves for some reason. isn't that weird? it's fine when you put trust in the things you're not even sure where they originate, the validity, that you can't even see or be sure of.. but the one thing you can be sure of (yourself), is somehow untrustworthy?

it was for this reason that i realized that i need to get more comfortable with myself and deciding i have things without relying on some external factor to tell me that i do. it just doesn't make any sense and it doesn't even work. at the end of the day, your mind is going to sway one way, either you'll believe you succeed, or you didn't.

but anyways, what i'm saying is that being the top percentile is not at all necessary to reach your goals, because at the end of the day it is up to you and the way you feel about yourself, whether you realize it or not. you are the one deciding, even if you have good grades, where you are going to make it in life. you are the one deciding EVERYTHING about your life, your self image, your relationships, yourself, everything regarding you is up to you (obviously).

but, to answer your question properly, no. you do not need to put in any level of work. the law simply states to assume ("whatever you assume to be true will be true"), not to do anything else. everything takes care of itself the moment you simply decide it is true. inspired action is usually something done unconsciously, like for example, you want to manifest money. you decide you have $100. then as you randomly decide to clean your room, you look under your pillow and find $100. (this happened to me but i found it in my drawer lol).

inspired action and trying to force something to happen are two different things, again, one is done unconsciously and the other is done with the intent of hoping something happens. and what does hoping imply? it implies that you don't have it. if i said "i hope i have $100", i obviously don't have it. if i said "i have $100", then i very clearly have $100. you have to assume it in order for it to be true. and that means, you take your own word for it regardless of what you're being shown at this very moment. you have to decide that it already happened.

i'm sorry, i know this is the part that so many of you guys hate since you like being bossed around by other people, but this is how the law works. it's the only rule you've been provided with, and yet so many of you fail to follow it. an assumption is something you believed to be true without proof. the law requires you to believe something, we (coaches, bloggers, teachers, etc) are the ones telling you to believe something *positive*. the law itself is indifferent, you're free to believe whatever you want, good, bad or indifferent. nobody has control over your mind or thoughts but you.

and yes, it has to be you. not your friends, not your parents, not your teachers or professors, not your bosses, not the random strangers on the street, not the people you only meet once, you. because this is your reality. you're experiencing life as your own person with thoughts, feelings, opinions, goals, dreams, a functioning body (hopefully?), and your own eyes. it's yours, and yet so many of you struggle to realize that.

your manifestation is something that's supposed to happen naturally, it's supposed to find a way to grow into your world comfortably, like the example i just provided. (please don't take "find a way" out of context, i simply mean the "how" is not up to you. everything else is. the law of assumption is a law. it has to materialize, and it does, this is also not to say that it will necessarily be "unexpected" or "strange", you just won't know how it will unfold.)

putting in a level of work just comes from a place of doubt (or misinformation, but let's not talk about that right now). you doubt the fact that you can truly sit back and relax and have things work for you. it's a belief that will do absolutely nothing for you and not benefit you at all, though i'm sure a lot of you believe many things that don't benefit you, and you don't really seem to care.

and how would i go about applying all of this? i would simply decide that i have passing marks or that i got accepted into whatever school i wanted regardless of my grades. there is only one rule to manifestation, you can't break it, but you can bend it however you want as long as you assume. the only rule to the law is literally to just apply the law, so do whatever works for you.

if you just wanna feel good about your grades and feel even better getting accepted into a school, go ahead. if you're coming from a place of fear and feeling like you "need to manifest this or else", please take a step back and consider the fact that this is all up to you and i just told you it doesn't work that way. remember that you only feel this way because these standards have been drilled into your mind for years by the people around you. you've basically been conditioned to care about your grades and limit yourself to or only believing in getting going to school for a job.

we as people are the ones who give things we created significance and purpose. nothing is fundamentally real, it is all manmade, and so, you shouldn't be putting it on a pedestal. you are the only one keeping these standards alive in your head and keeping the assigned significance of these standards alive in your head. none of it really matters and we all know that deep down. we are all going to die one day and we literally live on a floating rock in the middle of fucking nowhere. please don't stress yourself out over stupid shit and live your life the way you want. just decide it's yours.

hope this helps! feel free to send me another ask if you still have questions. 🩶

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The Babysitter (27)

A New Toy

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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A New Toy

A soft sigh left her lips as her foot kicked the door closed, her body leaning against it as her green eyes were hidden, eyes fluttering shut for a moment. Wanda's body relaxed against the door, the knowledge of a night without the boys something she wouldn't dare admit she was looking forward to even though she was. Yes, she loved the boys with her entire heart but, since the four of you returned home after the amazing trip away all those weeks ago, life had been non stop.

Work for the older woman was stressful, everything seemingly having piled up while she was away for the few days, leaving her an absolute mess to deal with and work overtime at the office, you being left to watch the twins until she would come home exhausted. The past few weeks were tiring, draining, and she was in dire need of a peaceful night with you, something to help her unwind.

Life, however, was also being cruel to you, your A Levels having started a couple weeks ago when Wanda had to be whisked away to the office nonstop, your body hunched over a desk for the majority of the day trying to revise your hardest for your exams, wanting to do your best to get into Shield University as that was your number one choice, them wanting the highest grades possible though.

When her eyes gently fluttered open, Wanda noted how quiet it was without the twins, who were seeming to grow irritated at how busy everyone else was, not being given the same amount of attention as usual, and guiltily smiled a little. It was quiet for once. No crazed noises, no inappropriate sounds, no excited or annoyed screams. Nothing.

Her brows furrowed at how quiet it was, you having promised to wait downstairs with a film ready when she had returned from dropping the boys off at Scott and Hope's house for a sleepover, her feet naturally guiding her towards the living room.

A blanket was scattered across the seat however there was nobody to occupy the seat, Wanda's smile fading a little. The older woman then ventured to the kitchen, her smile fading completely when she saw the plate of food she left out for you was still on the countertop, stone cold as it hadn't been touched, her body swiftly turning upon realising where you must have been.

Her feet carried her up the stairs with determination, knowing that she would have to physically drag you away from that desk to get you to relax, hoping to prey on your weaknesses and help you do something other than revising.

"Detka," she hummed out softly once she entered her room, able to see your figure slouched over the desk, hand resting on one of your hands as your brows furrowed, the older woman practically able to hear the cogs turning in your mind, your pen tapping against the wood in a slow tune. When you didn't respond, still lost in thought, Wanda moved towards your body, her arms wrapping around your shoulders, head resting on your shoulder. "Detka," she whispers into your ear, gaining your attention.

"Hmm?" You say, still not completely with her as you stare at the practice question in front of you. It was as if you were possessed by the piece of paper, unable to tear your gaze away from it.

"You need to have a break," she murmurs, her hands drifting across your body in a comforting and soothing way, trying to ease the tension that was building within your muscles from the awkward positions you had been sitting in all day.

"I'm fine," you mutter, not trying to be rude, just trying to focus on the work. You needed to pass this test with the best score you could possibly achieve, having felt like the last two papers in Psychology hadn't gone well. If you were going to go to one of the best universities, you needed the best grades. If you didn't get the best grades, you weren't going to get into the university. If you didn't get into the university, people would be disappointed in you. If you-

"Detka, you haven't eaten since breakfast and I bet you haven't had a break at all today," she says, forcing the spinning chair around so you were facing her, your eyes tired and clearly exhausted. "You need to stop for tonight alright? If you keep trying to force it in your mind, it won't stay in." You looked at the floor slightly embarrassed, she was right. You weren't going to be able to remember anything if you carried on like this. You were just wasting time and energy.

"I need to know it all by Monday though," you mutter, still stressing about it despite her logical point, her face softening while her hands cup your jaw, thumbs caressing your cheeks. You gaze into her enticing green, losing yourself momentarily in the various shades of them and the way love and care swirl in them, delicately entwined with one another.

"That gives you all of tomorrow and Sunday to revise then," she whispers, trying to get you to think properly about it instead of draining yourself like this. She understood your worry though, she knew how much you wanted to get into Shield Uni. "With breaks," she adds in a light-hearted tone to ease the mood, the corner of your lips tugging up a little at the soft smile that breaks out onto her face. "There's that smile I love," she whispers and your cheeks instantly flush red at that, your mouth parting and closing, unsure of how to function after her affectionate words.

Instead, you pull her body towards you, standing between your legs as you hug her middle, pressing your face against her soft jumper. You relaxed when one of her hands threaded through your hair, scratching your scalp to have your body practically melting against her, almost lulling you to sleep.

"Come on Detka," she says, your eyes reluctantly fluttering open as she moves her body away from yours, a small pout sneaking onto your lips as the physical touch is lost. You watch her walk towards the ensuite, the sound of water running gently sounding around the room before she appears at the door frame, watching your confused expression. You look back at the unfinished sixteen marker, part of your mind wanting to finish it, to carry on revising but the other half telling you to go to Wanda.

"What are you doing?" You ask as you push yourself off the chair, casually strolling up to her as she kneels by the side of the bathtub, her hand feeling the water to check the temperature.

"We're going to have a bath," she says, a playful smile engraved on her face, standing up again and snaking her arms around your body, pulling you flush against her. "We both need something to relax," she says and you only suddenly realise how stressful the last few weeks must have been for her, the realisation evident in your eyes as she presses a finger against your lips to shush you. "Don't go down that spiral," she whispers softly, knowing your thoughts could venture down a negative route. "Get in Detka while it's warm, I'll be with you in a minute," she murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

It'sso soft, it's addictive and you wish it lasted forever. The stress of the last few weeks seemed to immediately vanish as soon as her soft, plump lips met yours, even for the briefest of moments, warmth bubbling inside you. You didn't want her to part from the kiss, wanting to feel them press against yours again, and again, the action seemingly needed to live. She was all you needed to live.

"Where did you go?" she whispers teasingly when she parts from the kiss, noticing how your eyes are still closed, a blissed out expression on your face as you open your eyes, meeting her gaze.

"I love you," you whisper, her cheeks tinting pink at the sheer amount of emotion behind your tone, the care and love that wrapped around each syllable as you ignore her question but say something far more important. She laughs a little softly, shyly, not used to hearing you say the words in such an adoring tone, her lips meeting yours once more, luring you back into that intoxicated state.

"I love you too Detka," she murmurs, matching your tone, her getting lost in your eyes for a moment before her voice becomes playful, "Now get in the tub."

You can't help the wide smile that breaks onto your face as you kiss her, a heart-warming chuckle leaving you as she lets out her angelic laugh, begrudgingly moving away from you and towards the door.

Once she's left, you waste no time in stripping your clothes, leaving them folded on the toilet seat lid before slowly getting into the tub, a sound of relief escaping you at the warmth encasing your body. The warmth of the water and the tranquil atmosphere quickly caused your muscles to relax, your body going limp against the white tub as your mind slowed, trying to clear it and truly enjoy the peace and quiet. Your hands gently moved within the water, creating small ripples that were only just visible, hidden by the various bubbles that were littered about the tub.

Your eyes only opened when the sound of the door closing caught your attention, fluttering open while your head turned over your shoulder, a smile taking over your face, eyes lighting up at the woman and the treat in her hands. She purposely took her time in travelling the short distance from the door to where you were, building your anticipation up as she bent over to press a kiss to your forehead, her hand passing the bowl to you, her lips lingering before pulling back.

Your eyes flickered down to the collection of cut up fruit in the bowl, your stomach craving something to eat, fingers wrapping around half a strawberry as the older woman pulled away from you completely. You turned your head once again to look at her, mouth frozen open, strawberry placed against your tongue, as you watched her strip, unable to tear your gaze away from her beauty.

Her arms elegantly pulled her jumper over her head, her shirt rising up at the action and exposing some soft, irresistible skin, her eyes watching you with amusement as your hand remained holding the piece of food in your mouth. She takes her time pulling her shirt over her head, teasingly pulling it higher and higher until it was finally off her, revealing her simple black bra. Your eyes couldn't help but flicker down to her chest, breasts practically spilling out of the cups when she leaned forwards while shrugging her jeans down, showing off her long, slender legs.

"My eyes are up here Detka," she teases, voice a little raspy as she unclasps her bra and slides her panties down, leaving her fully naked as she nears the tub, motioning for you to move forwards. It takes a minute to function properly, quickly eating the fruit that was in your hand and moving far enough forward for her to slide her body in behind yours.

Her arms quickly wrap around your middle, the feeling of her hands burning into your skin, the heat of the water earlier incomparable to the heat building between your thighs as she pulls you flush against her body, her breasts pressing into the back of you.

A soft and low sigh spills from her lips, fingers tracing random patterns into your skin as you focus on trying to breathe normally, the proximity and lack of clothes seemingly too much for your brain to handle.

"I was wondering Detka," she slowly whispers, your hands moving to interlock with hers, "If we could have a little chat about something, nothing bad."

Curiosity washes over you, turning your head to look at her, ready to see a questioning look in her eyes but only being met with desire.

"Sure, what's it about?" you whisper back, lacking the composure you wanted as your voice wavers, gaze lowering to her lips before snapping back up to the enticing green.

"Do you remember what I said to you that night on the deck, after everyone had left us alone?" your cheeks turn a bright red as her words were engraved in your mind.

I can't wait to fill you with a strap one day.

To take you from behind, having you begging me to come.

"Yes," you sigh out and the desperation can be heard in your voice as you imagine where this conversation was going.

"Good," she murmurs softly, claiming your lips briefly as she couldn't hold back, your submissive state working her up effortlessly. "I was wondering if we could talk about more things we want to try out during sex?"

You nod a little shyly, your body craving her touch but also desperate to hear where her words were going, wanting to hear the possible additions to your sex life.

"I'm going to name something and I want you to tell me whether it's something you want to try, are willingly to try or don't want to try," she speaks gently but with all the control needed, subtly showing of her dominance in another way as your mind is running too far with fantasies. "Answer me honestly Detka, I don't want you to say something because you think I'll like it."

"I won't," you whisper back to assure her that you'll be truthful.

"What do you think of strap ons?" she asks, despite knowing your answer.

Lewd images of her taking you with the toy filter through your mind, a wave of arousal washing through you at the idea of her pounding into you.

"I definitely want to try that," you murmur and it's so needy. You don't even try to hide it.

Wanda merely smirks at your reaction before pressing another kiss to your lips before you turn back around, leaning back against her body as the awkward angle was hurting your back.

"Choking?" She asks while moving her arms back around your body, gliding up and down the skin making it extremely hard to think. She was curious to know as you'd often hinted towards it but never fully said anything. You nodded in response, scared your words would fail you, causing Wanda to speak up, "I need words Detka."

"I want you to..." you trail off with your words, growing nervous at saying it, a low and sultry chuckle escaping her.

"You want me to do what?" she sighs out almost condescendingly in your ear, knowing exactly what you want her to do. To further tease you, she even raises one of her hands, letting it settle on the base of your neck, causing a groan to escape you at the pressure she applies.

"I want you to choke me," you whisper out after what feels like a lifetime of building up the courage, Wanda kissing the side of your cheek and smiling against you,

"Good girl," she praises, removing her hand and returning to tracing random patterns across your skin.

You can feel your heart pounding wildly against your ribcage, anticipation and want clawing at your mind as you let her roam her hands around your body, desperately wishing they would just travel that little bit lower.

"Spanking?" she husks out, voice low while her accent wrapped around her words delicately, your breathing becoming a little heavy as a noise of pure desperation leaves you.

"Yes," you sigh out, closing your eyes and leaning further against her body, watching the images of her bending you over and spanking you entering your mind over and over again.

"Where would you want it?" she murmurs, smirking as she places another kiss to your cheek, her hand trailing lower, "Here?" she teasingly askes, cupping your core, causing a low, sensual moan to escape you. "Or here?" her hands travel around your body towards your ass, a whine leaving you when she moved her fingers away from where you wanted her.

"Both," you whisper, your hands going to hold onto the side of the tub, knuckles bleeding white as she just continues to tease and taunt you.

"Yeah?" she hums out, the vibrations tickling your cheek as she places another kiss to your skin, smirking when she hears how your breath hitches. She then moves her mouth to your ear, a shiver running down your spine at her low breaths, "Do you want me to be rougher with you?" she husks out and fuck you were done for.

"Wanda," you whine and you don't hold back with how desperate you were, the noise earning a teasing chuckle to escape the older woman. She places a finger under your chin, tilting your head back to look at her, nothing but want swirling around in your eyes as they darken.

"Answer my question Detka," she whispers, purposely moving her lips closer to ghost yours, your mouth parting as shaky breaths leave you at the proximity.

"Please," is all you can muster, your hips pushing back subtly against her body, her hands moving back to your waist to hold you in place.

"Please," she murmurs back, mocking your tone of voice with a smirk, a hint of humiliation washing through you at how needy you must sound, arousal still pooling between your thighs though. "Answer me Detka, I won't ask again," she revels in the power she holds over you, watching how your face conveys the pure desire you feel for her.

At her words, you feel yourself clenching around nothing, a low groan escaping you before you manage to get the words out, "Please be rough with me, treat me how you want, please."

Her lips meet yours softly, hushing your pitiful sounds as you crave to feel her digits stretching you out, doing whatever she pleased with you. You lose yourself to the thought of her as her lips claim yours again and again, her tongue pushing past your lips and seeking entrance, dominating the whole kiss effortlessly.

Only when air was necessary did she pull back, her eyes fluttering open to reveal her enticing green darkened with lust, your eyes taking a little longer to open as you had to come back to reality after being kissed senseless.

"Do you have any other ideas of things you want to try out?" she mutters against your lips, connecting them again briefly before gaining some sort of self control, her eyes unable to be torn away from your lips though.

Your cheeks flush red at her asking you, a sudden wave of shyness taking over you, especially with the way she was gazing at you like she wanted to eat you alive.

"Oh Detka," she coos, chuckling a little at how your cheeks tinted even redder at her slightly condescending tone, "Don't get all shy now. Come on Dorogaya, tell me what you want," the way her accent perfectly wrapped around her last words, the slight rasp added to her voice, you were almost compelled to answer her.

"I want you..." you trail off, losing yourself within the various shades of green before continuing, "I want you to tie me up," her lips tug upwards into a smirk, her teeth then biting on her lower lip as various lewd thoughts enter her mind.

"I'd love to tie you up Detka," she rasps out, her mind still flickering through endless scenarios, "To have you squirming under me," she adds, voice lower to tease you.

"Fuck," you mutter, your skin burning as her nails scratch into your lower abdomen softly, dragging down until her hands were at your inner thighs, spreading your legs a little.

"Anything else Detka?" she asks, as if she weren't driving you insane.

"I-" your words are cut off by her hands sliding even closer to your core, your head moving to hide at the crook of her neck as, if she carried on looking at you like that, you were certain you were going to combust. "I want to try face-sitting," you mumble against her warm and slightly wet skin, the water in the bath a lot cooler than it was earlier.

"You want me to sit on your face Detka?" she teases and you groan against her at her tone and at how the pads of her fingers brush your clit. She chuckles at your reaction before whispering lowly, "I'm sure that can be arranged Dorogaya."

Her free hand guides you away from the safety of her neck, bringing you in for a passionate kiss before sighing softly, "Now relax Detka, let me take care of you."

Her hand finally touches where you so desperately needed, her mouth swallowing all the needy whimpers and whines as the rest of the night blurred, pleasure taking over your body again and again, until you both eventually collapsed into the sheets together, wrapped in each other's arms.

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Stepping out of the double doors, relief washed over you as the fresh air wrapped around you, the sun gently streaming down over all of the students leaving the hall. You had finished College. Your last exam was done and there was nothing keeping you in this place anymore, you were free to leave and never return.

"Y/n," Natasha calls as she comes out of the hall, wide smiles taking over both of your faces at having completed another level of education together, having finished primary, high school and now college as a duo. "We did it," she sighs out, wrapping her arms around your shoulders and walking with you to the gates, laughter spilling from both of you.

"We did it," you repeat, the past few weeks of stress disappearing as it was finally over, you didn't have to spend all day revising and being scolded for not having breaks.

The two of you went back to the café you had sat in so many times, taking your usual seats and ordering the same as always, you typically eating some of Natasha's muffin as it was 'tradition' as you claimed, her letting it go as you were both so happy to be done with this big step in your lives.

Maria soon joined you two, her last exam having finished later, and swiftly joined her girlfriend on her side of the booth. The blue eyes lit up at the smile on the redhead's face, sitting close to her body before her soft gaze turned to you, a hint of mischief flashing across her face.

"I'd look away if I were you Y/n," she says and your brows merely furrow before she crashes her lips to her girlfriend, both of them smiling into the kiss while you just chuckle at Maria's antics, biting your tongue to refrain from all the teasing comments at the slight blush painted across your best friend's face.

The only reason you didn't tease her is that her green soon met yours, a warning look presenting itself in them making you shut up, knowing she had plenty of things to tease you about to Wanda later.

The plan for later was that all of you were going to have a meal at Melina's house, her wanting to celebrate with her daughter and you before the redhead left for the celebration party a few others from your year were having, Maria going with her while you were keen to find out what this 'surprise' Wanda had planned was, her refusing to tell you anything about it.

Before you knew it, you were walking into Natasha's house with Maria, ready to chill out in the garden until Wanda showed up and Melina called for food. You were going to go for your designated spot in the garden but the seat was occupied by a certain fluff ball, your face softening at the adorable brown eyes staring up at you, the way her tongue dangled out of her mouth as Fanny panted.

"Come on Fanny, we can share it," you mutter, trying to compromise with the dog as she happily stole your seat, Natasha chuckling with Maria who watched you attempt to persuade the dog to move. You scratched her head, your fingers running through her soft fur easily while trying to coax her out of your position, giving up entirely when she rolled over onto her back instead, wanting her belly to be rubbed instead. You couldn't help but laugh with the others as Fanny had been victorious, sitting on the floor in front of the seat and letting your hands play with her fur, casually petting her.

When Yelena eventually joined you, she couldn't help but tease you about your position, simply rolling your eyes at the blonde who, despite her words, joined you on the floor, her hand joining yours and stroking the soft fur that belongs to Fanny. You bickered playfully with Yelena, her purposely saying things to disagree with your statements, bumping against your shoulder to further annoy you playfully.

"You're only saying all of this to annoy me," you say laughing, shaking your head at the blonde with a smile engraved all over your face. "You can't possibly think American football is better than football."

"I can and I will," she says, not backing down, "Soccer isn't better than American football." Your jaw drops in shock at her blasphemous words, a sound of pure confusion leaving you.

"You- You don't even kick it in American football," you explain, a little passionately as football, in your eyes, was far better than the American sport and was definitely not called soccer. Yelena merely smirks at how determined you are to change her mind, staring at her with a firm stare until you get your point across. You explained to her many reasons as to why you believed you were right, Natasha and Maria being your backup as you asked for their opinions, Yelena still being that annoying amount of stubborn, still smiling at you. You were about to say more but the sound of angelic laughter interrupted your sentence, your gaze flickering over to the patio door where Wanda stood talking to Melina.

You snapped back to the conversation after a teasing comment from Yelena, who seemed incessant in annoying you today, only stopping the conversation when Wanda and Melena joined you, Alexie inside watching some old documentary about Russia.

"What are you girls talking-" Melina tries to ask, your gaze focussed on Wanda who walks closer to you, somehow managing to get Fanny to move and taking the seat behind you, placing a quick kiss to the top of your head and murmuring a gentle hello, your cheeks tinting red as Natasha and Maria both speak up at the same time.

"Don't," they both rush out, not wanting you to go on another little tangent about the whole topic, Yelena merely chuckling to herself at how you refrain yourself from speaking about it again. Instead, you stand up from the dry grass and sit next to Wanda, her arm subtly wrapping around your waist as you sit together.

Melina comes out occasionally to talk to Wanda, who's free hand pets the fluffy figure besides her, before leaving to check the food, the older woman remaining quiet and enjoying just listening to you talk with your friends, smiling at the nonsense and random things you would talk about. Her interest peaks when Natasha's smile turns mischievous, the redhead trying to reveal embarrassing stories about you to which you practically jump out of your seat to shut your best friend up. You attempts were to no avail as she reveals a humiliating tale, your cheeks flushed as you go back to sit next to Wanda who laughs softly at the story.

"So you're not only scared of chickens, but geese too?" she teases and you simply groan at her tone, Natasha unable to contain her laughter as she remembers the day. "Maybe you should just avoid birds Detka," she murmurs and you glare at Natasha who's still laughing.

"It wasn't my fault," you mutter, "I was just canoeing and minding my own business, there was no need for it to squawk at me and get pissed off." You remember the event clearly, you and Natasha sharing a canoe on a residential trip, your paddle going a little too close towards a goose for it's liking, a small scream leaving you as you practically jumped out of your skin when it loudly squawked at you and tried to swim after you two, Natasha unbothered as she was too busy laughing at you at the back of the canoe, fearing for your life as the animal chased after you both.

You were saved by Melina who called saying food was ready, all of you moving towards the dining room to eat. Wanda was sat to your side, her hand resting on your thigh when she was casually resting it, your gaze often flickering to the older woman during the delicious meal, your mind wandering to what the surprise later could possibly be. You admired her side profile, scanning over features while Melina tried to speak to you, your attention fixated on the goddess of a woman next to you.

"Y/n," Melina calls your name louder to get your attention, your cheeks turning red in embarrassment before answering her question in a shy tone, Wanda failing to hide her small smirk from you as she peers over at you.

The rest of dinner breezed by, you managing to not embarrass yourself anymore while everyone digested, Natasha and Maria deciding to leave soon as well as you and Wanda.

Wanda thanked Melina, wrapping the woman in a brief hug before softly murmuring to you that she'd be in the car waiting for you as you said goodbye to the others, you smiling at her and watching as she leaves the house, eyes flickering down momentarily to watch her hips before snapping back up once remembering where you were. Melina made no comment if she saw your line of sight, bringing you closer for a hug which confused you a little as she would never let this many people hug her within a short space of time. The action soon made sense when she spoke up,

"He'd be so proud of you," she whispers in a caring tone, smiling at the older woman who just looks at you with a reminiscent look. You've grown so much in her eyes, and she was so grateful to Wanda for helping you find yourself again. "Now go and enjoy the rest of you night," she says before letting you leave, you laughing at the way she then seems to berate Yelena in Russian for doing something as you walked down the path, her saying goodbye once more when you reached the car.

***

"Are you going to tell me what my surprise is yet?" you ask Wanda, tilting your head to watch her as she drives you back to the empty house. The twins were currently at Vision's as part of the divorce agreement was that he got to see them once a month, the man having picked them up from school which was why Wanda was able to come over for dinner at the Romanoff's residence. She chuckles as she steers around the corner at your excited tone, her gaze flickering over to yours briefly before returning her gaze to the road.

"And why would I do that Detka?" She hums out, "It wouldn't be a surprise then," you can see the way the corner of her lips tug upwards, a small, subtle smirk etched onto her face as she continues to take you both home.

"I'll act surprised," you say playfully, your attempt at convincing her pitiful as she laughs softly once again. "Please just tell me," you say when she doesn't respond, just continuing to drive, occasionally looking over at you.

"You're just going to have to be patient Detka," she says calmly, your gaze looking out of the window to see you were nearly back home, only a couple of minutes away.

"You're just teasing now," you mutter while sitting back in your seat more comfortably, watching the scenery pass by. A low chuckle gains your attention, turning your gaze instantly to the alluring woman.

"Oh Dorogaya, if you think this is teasing you're in for a shock tonight," she rasps out, pulling up into the large driveway and swiftly securing the car, her gaze turning to you with a dangerous and predatory look in them. Your mind shortcuts at the way she seems to seduce you with just her eyes, arousal quickly pooling between your thighs as she leans closer to you, her mouth ghosting yours. Your eyes start to flutter close, ready to feel her lips against yours but nothing happens, your brows furrowing as you hear her car door opening. "Come on Detka, don't you want your surprise?" she teases, your hand rushing to unclasp your seatbelt as you rush after her, her hands turning the key and opening the front door.

As soon as you step into the house, your back meets the door roughly, her lips pressing against yours fervently as her body pins you against the hard surface, a moan escaping you. Her hands glide down your sides, resting on your hips as she slides her leg between your thighs, a low groan leaving your lips at the feeling of her pressed against your core, your mind blurred with arousal and pleasure.

Wanda effortlessly slides her tongue into your mouth, moaning into the kiss at the amount of hunger and desperation you both seem to pour into it, her pulling back briefly before biting down softly on your lower lip and dragging it back, releasing it and staring into your significantly darker eyes. Your lips are slightly stained by her faint lipstick and your pupils are blown with lust as you pant for breath against the door, her hands moving your hips a little to grind against her leg, a smirk tugging at her lips at how you loll your head back, baring your neck for her to mark.

"I'm so proud of you Detka," she purrs against the column of your throat while letting her mouth roam the warm skin, her lips placing hot, open-mouth kisses at the sensitive part of your neck to hear soft moans spilling from your lips. "Such a good girl doing so well in your exams," her low tone mixed with the praise causes heat to flood throughout your body, glad she was pinned against you otherwise your legs would have certainly given in. "I think you deserve a reward, don't you Detka?" She trails kisses up along your neck, then your jaw, ending her words with her mouth ghosting yours, inviting you to chase them. When you do, she cruelly pulls back, revelling in the power she holds over you as you desperately wish to feel her lips against yours.

"Yes," you sigh out, moaning when she finally gives you what she wants, crashing her lips back to yours with even more passion behind it. The kiss turns messy but you don't care, it's hot, it's desperate and it's everything you've ever wanted.

You moan in surprise when she moves her hands to the back of your thighs, lifting you away from the door, your legs wrapping around her middle as she takes you to your room, your lips refusing to part for a moment.

"Wanda, please," you plead when she lowers you onto the soft mattress, your legs keeping her firmly pressed against your body, fingers tangling into her auburn locks as she kisses you senseless, your body craving her touch.

"Patience Detka," she rasps out, moving to press a sensual kiss to the underside of your jaw, smirking against the skin as you try to buck your hips upwards against her body, trying to ease the incessant throb between your legs. You could feel the arousal pooling between your thighs, needing to ease the heat building there as you clenched around nothing, wanting to feel her inside you. "Don't you want to know what your surprise is?" she murmurs against your lips, noticing how to reluctantly still your hips, your eyes conveying the pure desperation for her touch.

"I do but I need you Wanda," you sigh out, the older woman biting her lip at your submissive tone, arousal clouding her mind as she gazes into your eyes.

"I'll give you what you want soon, I promise Detka," she murmurs, her hands slowly travelling down your body until they reach the hem of your shirt, her eyes holding your excited gaze, "As for now, are you going to be a good girl and listen?"

"Yes," you whisper out as that's all you could muster, coherent thoughts swiftly leaving your mind as she lowers her mouth to the shell of your ear.

"I want you to strip for me Detka," she rasps out, accent delicately wrapped around her words, "Then I want you to wait patiently for me, no touching yourself, do you understand?"

"Yes," you say again, being obedient and listening to her, your mind processing what she said, "Wait, where are you going?"

"I'm going to get your surprise ready," she says, pressing a reassuring kiss to your lips, "I won't be long." She swiftly climbs off your body and going into the bathroom, your brows furrowed but anticipation flowing through you as you do as she asked, stripping out of all your clothes and waiting on the bed, trying to listen to what she was doing in the other room. Your hands stay by your sides but you have a sudden urge to relieve yourself of the warmth that's settled at your core, your legs squeezing together.

Luckily for you, Wanda doesn't take much longer, opening the door to reveal herself in a new set of lingerie, the black lace perfectly accentuating her chest, your eyes flickering down her perfect body and freezing when you see what else she's wearing. A harness is wrapped around her lower half as a strap on is fitted against it, a low groan escaping you at what was about to happen.

"Please come here," you whisper, desperation dripping from your voice as she climbs back over your body, connecting your lips softly and halting your desperation.

"Remember you can use your safe words at anytime," she reminds in a caring voice, nodding against her quickly before she lets the kiss turn hungry, her hands roaming your expose skin, wasting no time in moving them to cup your breasts, teasingly ghosting her fingers over your nipples as you grind your hips up.

A broken moan is torn out of your throat at the feeling of grinding against the black toy, your needy noises being swallowed by the older woman.

"Wanda, please make me come," you beg, and you frankly don't care at how pathetic you must sound, your eyes pleading with her to give you what you want.

"You can beg better than that Detka," she teases in a low tone, adding to the burning heat inside your body as you need her to do something more. "Show me how much you want it," you moan lewdly into the kiss at her dominant voice, your hands moving to her back, needing to hold onto something.

"Please, I need to feel you inside me, Wanda, I need you so bad, I-" She interrupts your begging with a rough kiss, unable to hold back herself, her hand lowering to your core. Your head is thrown back against the soft mattress when she effortlessly slides a finger inside you, your eyes gazing into hers as soft moans spill from your lips as she curls it beautifully inside you.

"I need to stretch you out Detka," she says, answering your silent question and fuck those words shouldn't be as hot as they were. You clench around her finger, a sinful noise being torn out of you when she adds another finger, steadily pumping them into you. "Fuck Detka," she groans when you clench around her harder, her amazed at how warm and wet you were for her. "You're so wet for me," she rasps out, groaning when your nails dig into her back a little as your hips move against her hands, pleasure coursing through your body with every thrust of her fingers.

"Wanda," you sigh out in almost a chant, moaning her name over and over again as you near your orgasm, body buzzing with pleasure as her lips claim yours over and over again, mind intoxicated with the thought of her. "I'm so close, please," you moan out in between heated kisses, Wanda pressing an apologetic kiss to your lips as she slides her fingers out of you, denying you the relief of your orgasm.

A frustrated and pitiful noise leaves your throat at being left on edge, your protests quickly ending when she moves her fingers to your lips, motioning for you to clean them. You let her slide her finger into your mouth, groaning against her digit at the taste of yourself before you swirl your tongue around it, watching how her eyes darken, almost lost in arousal as she admires the sight of you under her.

She seems to snap herself out of her daze, sliding her fingers out and moving the toy to your core, breath hitching at the feeling of it pressed against your clit. She moves her hips forwards, grinding it against you earning a low, guttural moan, while coating the toy in your arousal.

"Are you ready Detka?" she whispers softly, moving the tip of the toy to your entrance, waiting for your consent.

"Yes," you sigh out, a little nervous at the initial part but comforted by the feeling of her lips pressing against yours as she guides the toy into you slowly. You moan as she stretches you out perfectly, the toy reaching spots you didn't even know existed as she slowly drags her hips back before pushing it back in, starting a slow, steady pace as you adjust to the size of it.

"You look so pretty stretched around my cock Detka," she husks out causing you to clench around the toy, a whimper escaping you as she starts to move her hips further out, thrusting the toy deeper inside you.

Soon enough, your nails are scratching down her back as she snaps her hips into you, the slow and steady pace gone as she pounds the toy into you, earning moan after moan as you lose yourself in the pleasure. Lewd noises fill the room as she thrusts into you over and over again, a choked moan ripped out of you when she moves her hand to the back of your thigh, moving it slightly higher and letting the toy slide even deeper inside you, her hips powerful as she fucks you senseless.

"Fuck Wanda," you groan out as she snaps her hips into somehow even harder, your orgasm swiftly approaching as the toy hits all the right spots inside of you.

"You love being my little slut, don't you Detka?" she pants out against you, letting her forehead rest against yours as her hips are relentless, pleasure and euphoria flooding through you when she hits a certain spot inside you, your vision blurring with how turned on you were.

"Yes," you almost scream as you can feel yourself teetering on the edge of the orgasm you so desperately crave. "Yours, your slut," you sigh out, throwing your head back against the mattress again as your hands hold onto Wanda, mind focussing on the feeling of the toy sliding in and out of you mercilessly.

"Mine," she mutters out, letting her mouth pepper kisses against any part of skin she could.

"Please can I come," you plead her, eyes opening to meet her lust filled green, begging her to let you.

"Come all over my cock Detka," she groans against your lips, connecting them and swallowing the scream that leaves your lips as pleasure crashes through your entire body, legs shaking as they wrap around her waist, keeping her close as you grind against the toy, riding out your aftershocks.

You sigh against her lips when your body trembles a little less with the overwhelming amount of pleasure, her chuckling against your lips at your blissed out expression.

"I'm not finished with you yet Detka," she murmurs, "Roll over."

"Fuck," is all you can say as her hands move to your hips, turning you over so you were laying on your stomach before pulling your hips up to easily slide the toy into you.

She starts off slow, letting you adjust to the new position, revelling in all the noises that spill out of your lips. The noises mixed with the sight of you, hands gripping the sheets and hips moving back against her causes something inside Wanda to snap.

She pulls out swiftly and slams the toy back into you, a scream of her name reverberating around the room as she fucks you at a brutal pace, indulging in her wants as the base of the toy brushes her clit with each powerful thrust of her hips.

You can't do anything but let your mouth part into an 'o' shape, letting noise after noise spill carelessly from your lips as your body buzzed with pleasure, her hands pulling your hips back to reach even further inside you.

"Detka," she groans, the toy brushing perfectly against her clit, "You're such a good girl, taking me so well," she pants out, her hips stuttering a bit as her own orgasm nears, her pace still merciless though.

"Wanda," the tone of your voice only spurs her on to fuck you harder, her hips slamming the toy harder into you as her hand wraps around you middle, pulling you up into kneeling position. Her mouth moves to your ear, letting you hear her ragged breaths, sending heat straight to your core.

"I'm so close Detka," she sighs out, moving her fingers down your body, letting her index finger gently circle your clit, your hips bucking back against hers. "I want you to come with me," she groans, your hips pushing back against hers and causing the base of the toy to rub against her just how she wanted.

With her words, her fingers, and the toy inside you, your quickly on edge of another powerful orgasm, your head leaning back against her body as you tilt it to the side, connecting your lips.

"I'm going to come," you whimper out when she ruts her hips against you, her mouth messily meeting yours as she moans into the kiss, both of you crashing head first into your orgasms. Her hips stutter against you as she continues to thrust into you a little slower, your legs shaking as she holds your body upright, not letting you fall onto the mattress. She gently lowers you down, your body still trembling from the intensity of your release, slipping the toy out of you and pressing her body into you, peppering your shoulders in kisses as you press your face into the sheet.

"I've got you Detka," she whispers, moving the two of you around so she could pull your body against her, wrapping her arm around you. "I'm so proud of you, you did so well for me," she praises in a soft and loving tone, more comforting words gently falling from her lips to coax you back to reality as you bury your face against her neck, trying to regulate your breathing.

"I can't feel my legs," is the first thing you quietly whisper, her angelic laugh returning as she places a kiss to the top of your head.

"I wasn't too rough was I?" she asks cautiously, not wanting to have hurt you.

"No," you say with no hesitation, pulling back with tired eyes to look at her. "I loved it," you confess, causing her to smile before softly kissing you once more, unable to stop herself.

"Me too," she whispers, letting a comfortable silence take over the room for a bit before ushering you to go to the bathroom and clean up with her. You're reluctant to do so but, when she wraps her arms around you and murmurs sweet words in your ear the entire time, you listen, letting her clean you up and the toy before letting you both return to bed, your body clinging to hers as you cuddle against her, exhaustion creeping up on you both.

Your head rests against her bare chest, a smile engraved on your face at the idea of using her chest as your pillow, arm securely wrapped around her waist while her fingers play with the end of your hair.

"I love you Detka," she murmurs, voice quiet to keep the tranquil atmosphere as you slowly drift to sleep on her, her fingers moving to scratch your scalp softly and lull you to sleep.

"I love you too," you whisper, voice barely audible as you drift off to sleep in her gentle embrace.

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kykyonthemoon · 4 months ago

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Hello! Could I please request a Zayne x reader where Zayne helps the reader study for her med school exams?? Thank you <3

Dear valyvinny,

I didn't get the chance to finish this request during the summer, so here it is now, for back-to-school season. I hope you enjoy this little piece <3

I'm not sure if you had an exam by the time you sent me this request? But if you did, I hope it was well.

Thank you so much for entrust this idea in my hands. Take care~

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── .✦ Zayne x MC (F.Reader)

── .✦ Tags: childhood friends, fluff, sweet, short fic, late night study session

── .✦ Word count: over 800w

── .✦ Masterlist ♡ Request a fic - closed for the time being.

The silver moon hovered in the pure sky. The crickets had stopped chirping, and the cats were casually wandering on the roof. The entire neighborhood was in a peaceful sleep. Only the light from the half-closed window in your room remained brilliant.

You covered your mouth and yawned deeply. Documents, paper, and pencils were scattered about your desk, along with sweets and pastry wrappers. You were in your jammies, absolutely comfortable, with your hair a little unkempt. You should have fallen asleep a long time ago. But you sat there, with a remarkably strict "teacher" by your side.

Doctor Zayne was checking the assignment you had just completed. You wonder why it was so late, but he still seemed attentive. He was always neat, from the clothes he had not even changed out of when he showed up at your house right after work, to the very concentrated, serious expression on his face. As expected of a brilliant young doctor. A moment later, he returned the paper with a bunch of red circles on it.

"Do it again." Zayne spoke, and you sighed heavily. But you did not dare tell him to go home because he was there for you. There was just one month till your long-awaited medical school admission exam. You must work harder than your best.

Ever since you met Zayne as children, you had admired his family. His father and mother were also renowned doctors. Zayne eventually enrolled in medical school and became a doctor at a very young age. You must admit that your decision to pursue medicine was primarily due to his efforts. Zayne and his family inspired you, and you wanted to one day stand by them.

So, starting in the tenth grade, you focused on studying medicine-related subjects. Fortunately, Zayne agreed to become your tutor. He studied with you for hours after school. There was just one month remaining until you could reap the fruits of your efforts. But the closer the exam date got, the more nervous you became and the longer the hours Zayne stayed at your house.

Doctor Zayne arrived at your house as soon as he finished his duties that day. After a light supper prepared by Grandma, he and you spent hours reviewing. You would occasionally stop for treats. Sweets kept you awake. Even though Zayne warned you that you would get cavities, he enjoyed these sweets too and shared them with you.

It was past midnight and you were quite sleepy. But Zayne would not let you rest until you finished solving all these exercises. You reflected about it and were unable to figure out what went wrong. Obviously, you followed his directions. You scratched your head for a moment before realizing where the problem was.

“Doctor Zayne! It's not because I was careless that I made a mistake here. It's because your handwriting is so hard to read!”

Zayne's eyes widened as he looked at your notebook where he had written the solution to the assignment on it. He seemed offended.

“Are you making excuses for your mistakes again?”

“No! Clearly this word..." You pushed the notebook close to his face. “Here! I'm not sure what these words are anymore… Are those helminths?”

Zayne grabbed your wrist to pull the notebook out. His brow furrowed when he looked at you.

“Will they teach me how to read a doctor's handwriting in medical school?”

Zayne lightly tapped your forehead.

“Ouch!”

"You should focus on your studying and yet, you keep thinking nonsense." Zayne said. He then took the notebook and crossed out the notes with a pen. After that, he meticulously wrote down each new word. “Is this easier to read now?”

“Sure.” Zayne returned the notebook to you, which you gladly accepted. “While I study hard, shouldn't Doctor Zayne also brush up on his handwriting?”

“You should worry about yourself first.”

Despite his apparent displeasure at having his handwriting ridiculed, Zayne meticulously rewrote each line of previous notes for you. While working on your assignment, you secretly looked at him and smiled to yourself.

Doctor Zayne was so concentrated on what he was doing that he failed to notice his little student had fallen asleep on the desk. He gently shook your shoulders awake. But you brushed his hand away while dreaming.

“Helminths… Go away…”

Zayne grinned slightly. Perhaps all you needed was a good night's sleep to refuel your spirit. You had been studying really hard, not only in the last few days, but for many years. He believed you to pass the exam for the school you sought and become his colleague.

Gently, Zayne lifted you into his arms. He put you on the bed and helped you cover yourself with the blanket. You turned slightly but did not wake up completely. He remained on the side of the bed, watching you for a little longer. His fingers softly pulled away the strand of hair that was obscuring your face.

You once made a bet that if you could get into medical school, Zayne would date you. Even though he did not answer you at that time, he had been waiting for your great news. Before leaving, Zayne leaned down, gently kissed your forehead and whispered:

“Sleep well. I'm still waiting for the day you win the bet."

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youalreadyhavefullresults · 1 year ago

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the mindset journey

So hi.

My mindset has been evolving a lot ever since I started this journey, and I thought I'd lay it all out in one post. Subliminals, mindless affirming, scripting, visualization, states. I've tried so many things out, and I think I've finally figured out what works for me.

TLDR:

Stop “trying” to manifest or checking the 3d, you already have full results, creation was over like since forever.

Sure you know that you’re God, as the posts and everything you’ve seen tells you, but have you really embraced that internally?

It doesn’t matter how many posts you read, it’s up to you to actually change your mindset.

Logic is literally useless, be delusional (don’t you just wanna go ape-shit :), go get your fucking desires)

Time is not linear, and means nothing when manifesting.

Revision is so powerful, use it.

It’s just so easy guys, please just make sure you’re actually applying the information you see instead of just passively scrolling through.

And the rest is under the cut, happy reading <33

I started off in the subliminal community in Oct 2020 and just had so many limiting beliefs, it was sad. Not to shit on the community or anything, some of them are wonderful people and most of them have changed their mindset as well, but my initial knowledge prevented me from getting to this point until now. But, now I’m here, and a day after I wrote this in my drafts, I literally manifested my ideal life. I originally started this blog to collect advice from loa blogs, but honestly, I don’t need any of it anymore. Though I do like helping people, so if you have any questions, feel free to shoot me an ask.

The Initial Mindset:

I always read through countless posts that say “You’re God” and “You literally can get what you want without even trying.” While I understood the text and adopted the mindset, I still did little subconscious things that contradicted it. While I affirmed my self-concept was perfect, I would also cram-study for exams and worry I would fail. I would say I look perfect, but then also worry about the way my body looked. Also, the way that I literally became obsessed with loa media? I spent hours watching Sammy Ingram videos, looping subliminals, and reading tumblr posts on “how to manifest faster and better”. During this phase of my life, my mind was plagued with intrusive thoughts and my self-concept was slowly getting better, but still absolute shit. I would manifest things here and there, but nothing life-changing.

The main problem however, was the fact that I would treat manifesting like a task I HAD to do. Now that school was back in session, I literally would zone out during specific classes on purpose and just affirm to myself. I would feel bad if I hadn’t listened to my subliminal playlist for the day because I “wasted time in getting my desires”. There’s nothing wrong with vainly affirming or listening to subs if you believe it works, but for me, treating manifesting like a task meant that I was looking for an outcome. Clearly, now I know better, that everything is always done and that there’s nothing to complete, but back then, this was probably the main reason why I struggled to see full results easily. I was acting out of desperation and didn't believe manifestation already was done.

When Everything Changed:

I know that it’s different for everyone, but my “aha!” moment was probably when I read this post. Seriously, go read it, it made me realize that I was going about it all wrong. Now, it wasn’t learning how to perfect my manifesting, it was learning to pull out the tiny limiting beliefs that had burrowed its way into my subconscious.

For example,

“I need to do xyz so that I can get my manifestations.”

Why would I would need to do anything if I already have all of my manifestations hmm? It’s literally already done. Like there’s no need to put in that effort into something that’s already perfect right? So why do I need to even need to try? I literally get whatever tf I want without even trying. This doesn’t mean that every method out there is useless, but in the end, you are the one doing the manifesting, not the method.

“But... this makes absolutely no logical sense! How would this even work?”

I know that STEM me loves finding the logic behind everything, so that’s why I struggled a lot with the logic and time aspect. But darling, it doesn’t need to make sense. There are literally so many things in the world that scientists to this day can’t explain, including just how powerful and complex your brain is. Not to mention the fact that concepts such as logic and science are literally man-made too? What’s the point in trying to deal with logic? Just let go and have fun.

“I affirmed so hard, and I believed it. But then it never showed up when the time came.”

First off, your time spent affirming means nothing, sorry to break it to you. It’s about the mindset(your state if you will) you currently exist in that truly makes a difference. And just because it didn’t show up today doesn’t mean that you missed your window of opportunity. Revision is still manifesting, because time is not a linear concept. Anything at any time can just change with a snap of your fingers. You want to change all of your test scores? Bam, it’s done. you wish WW2 never happened? Bam, it’s done. You want to relive the past 5 years of your life? Bam, it’s done. It doesn’t matter what the event is, what time it is, or that you “didn’t do it before the deadline”. Whenever you do get it(which is instant/soon if you're persisting properly), it will be there, seamlessly blended in with your 3d. You don’t need to worry about a damn thing, your subconscious will take care of everything for you.

“Oh no! I just had intrusive thoughts, did I just mess up my manifestations?”

Why are you giving intrusive thoughts the power to do anything? Sure, you may get them, but that doesn’t mean that they have any effect on you. It’s the doubt they make you feel in your mindset that truly messes it up. Don’t give in. Acknowledge the thought, accept that it literally means nothing, and continue to persist. Your thoughts only have the power you give them.

“Nah, everyone has to be lying, this doesn’t seem real.” / ”Manifesting must just be a coincidence, there’s no way this is real.”

Oh? So you’re saying, the amount of posts you’ve seen, all of the success stories, all of the followers and comments, are you saying every single one of them is lying? No. I’m not saying that every single one of them is truthful, but there’s no way that every single one of them would lie and put this much work into something that’s not real. If you find yourself struggling to believe in the law, I’d suggest you try to manifest something small, and then build up your belief from there. I sure as hell didn’t believe in any of this from the beginning, but then, I manifested consciously for the first time. Again, and again. It became easier, and my life got better. It soon becomes apparent that literally everything you think happens. I always used to wonder how things I randomly thought in the back of my head always happened even though I literally didn’t do anything about it in the 3d. This proved to me that your mental state is more powerful than it seems.

“Can I manifest-”

Yes. Just yes. You’re GOD. GOD. Why tf is God asking some random loa account if they can manifest something or not? Ofc God would know that they can manifest whatever the fuck they want instantly. Do you think when God said “Let there be light”, he first asked people around him if he could? No. He took that shit and just fucking ran with it.

“But-but, what if-”

Uh-uh. I don’t want to fucking hear it. Like I said in the previous section, stop overthinking everything you do. Just go. Run with what you already know and manifest the life of your dreams. You don’t need to keep looking for new information, some specific post that changes everything for you. All they can do for you is steer you in the right direction. You’re the one who’s going to have to figure out our mindset and pull yourself together, no one else can do it. Take back your power, embrace it. I don’t care if you unfollow every single loa account or delete tumblr, just stop looking for the next post. Why would you need more information when you already have everything you need?

I wrote down everything I struggled with, forgot about it, and continued to persist in my new mindset. I ignored any negative 3d circumstances, and just vibed in the feeling that my desires were already here, that feeling of contentment someone has when everything in their life is just amazing. The main question I asked myself was, what would a person who had ____ think, and I went from there. Soon the things I wanted just started popping up in my life, just as I knew it would. I feel like the things I’ve said in this post are pretty much the same concepts you see all over loa tumblr, which is why it’s so important that you actively take in the information that’s being given to you and actually apply it. I was obsessed with tumblr and kept on scrolling through countless blogs and posts, and I was only able to fully manifest after I stepped away from all of that. There is no big secret. There’s no miraculous method that will fix everything for you. There’s just... you. And your subconscious. Whatever you tell your subconscious, goes. As simple as that.

How about, instead of scrolling to whatever next loa post you were about to see on this app, you close tumblr and just go live your best life? Don’t overcomplicate it and just do whatever feels natural to you. I hope this post helped, happy manifesting!

-cinna

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itsnotnina · 7 days ago

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how to save a bad day.

Today was not a good day. I had an exam in the morning that I prepared so hard for but I walked out knowing I'd pretty much failed. I walked out pretty dejected and just overall, I felt pretty lost. So I thought I'd take myself out (a lil pity solo date) to try and make myself feel better.

Go on a walk. Seeing as I was already out of the house (I was at uni) I took myself on a little walk. I walked into town and just browsed through a bunch of shops. I didn't need anything so it was nice to just window shop.

Go to a coffee shop. I went to Black Sheep Coffee - one of my favourite coffee shops in town - and ordered a decaf coffee (it was like midday so I chose decaf so that I'd actually be able to sleep). I sat on a little corner table and just people watched for a little bit, while I was waiting for my coffee.

Read a book. After getting my coffee, I pulled out my book. I'm currently reading Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief. NGL, I was slightly self-conscious - I live in predominantly a university town so there are a lot of people my age and older, and I am reading a book aimed at children - but in all honesty, I love the book too much to dwell on it for too long.

Journal. After a while of reading and sipping my coffee, I felt a bit more calm and wanted to journal. Journalling helps me when I'm stressed or anxious sometimes because it helps me work out exactly how I feel. It also helps me keep track of what happened when because I have the worst memory ever. After journalling (and starting on a bit of revision) I headed off home - the walk was nice, even if it's long. I listened to a podcast on the way home. NGL though, it was freezing cold because it was like 2 -3 degrees at the time.

Shower. I got home and took a shower to warm up. I will say though showers are great to let go of whatever's weighing on you. Literally, let it wash away from you :)

Relax/Do Something Entertaining. I watched a few more episodes of Doctor Who while waiting for my hair to dry. I also started crocheting a new project :)

Make Dinner. I made (Fake) Chicken Noodle Soup for dinner - if you want a recipe, let me know and I'll post it here or on my tiktok (@niagosavi).

Try and Get An Early Night. I think I went to bed around 10pm that night - I had been awake since like 6am so I was knackered.

Bad days are inevitable but they are not the end of the world. Remember, it's a bad day, not a bad life.

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doudouneverte · 1 year ago

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Grumpy cloud

a/n: should I be sleeping or revising for my exam the next week? Yes but I think you deserved that before

*not my GIF*

Pairing: Ewa Pajor x Léon!reader; Wolfsburg Frauen x reader

Summary: Ewa is jealous [in the same universe as 'Ray of sunshine']

Type: Fluff

Warning: use of Google translate for Spanish and Polish like usual so let me know if there's some mistakes

word count: 1653

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January. The start of a new year, and with that, a little camp in Portugal before the next part of the season. Today's training was really good, and now you could just rest until your friendly game against Hoffenheim the next day.

The team was split into some small groups but was rather close to each other.

"She's staring again." Sveindis commented and gained the attention of the few girls around her. The little group composed of Jule, Obi, and Lynn looked at where the Icelandic players pointed out Ewa, who seemed to be in an intense eye contest against the back of your head.

"She's been doing it a lot since the start of the season." Jule said.

"Do you think Y/n noticed that?" The Dutch defender asked.

"I don't know, but I find it funny." Lena said with a smile, which confused the girls around her.

"Why?" Sveindis asked.

"It's been a while since I saw her jealous like that." The defensive midfielder explained.

A few metres away from them, there was another group composed of Ewa, Alexandra, Dominique, Svenja, Kathrin, and Feli. They were chatting about something until they noticed that the Polish striker was focused on something else.

"You're staring. Again." Dom said to Ewa, a little amused by this.

"I know." Your wife replied but didn't lose her focus.

"Hey, she will not disappear when you look away; don't worry. I don't think she could take away your girl."

"I'm not worrying about anything." The comment was cold when she saw you being a little more touchy than usual.

"Okay, no. We don't start this. Not today." Alex said, standing up and placing herself in front of your wife. Ewa grumbled and wanted to protest, but was cut off. "You know what? I think we need a little tour of the city. What do you think, girls?"

"I think that is a great idea. And maybe we will not see Ewa ripped off the head of someone today." Feli agreed instantly.

Ewa really wanted to protest, but she was forced on her feet by Alex and Dom and quickly moved by them to the nearest group.

"Girls, do you want to join us for a little tour?" The tall captain asked the younger players, who exchanged some glances before accepting the offer.

When the girls were out of view, you received a text from your best friend.

Obi: taking your wife away before someone gets killed

You laughed at this and just asked her to let you know where they were going in case you wanted to join them.

"She was definitely staring." Merle said when you finally put your phone back in your pocket.

"I know, but she also knows that she doesn't have to worry about anything." You replied.

"Where's everyone?" Fenna asked when she noticed that a lot of players had already left.

"They decided to visit the city and maybe stop to eat something. We will join them later." Merle explained to the young striker.

"Vale, now tell us how you scored the goal against Arsenal last season. It was almost impossible to score from this angle." Nuria spoke this time.

You liked these two, first because they always spent all their time stuck around you, like you did with your big sister when you were younger, and also because, with Nuria now on the team, you were not the only Spanish player anymore. And you loved your teammates, but being able to speak in your native language with someone else was something special.

Something special that didn't get unnoticed by your wife. At first, she was happy to see you being a sort of big sister for the young Spanish player when she signed for Wolfsburg; she even found it cute. But with the months passing and the two girls getting more attached to you, it started to slightly make her jealous of not being your principal interest.

After a good walk, the girls decided to stop at a cafe and have a little pause. After the waiter took their commands, the whole table turned their attention to your wife, who had been pouting for a few minutes now.

"Can you stop acting like a child for a minute, please?" Feli said, making your wife pout even more.

"Come on, we all know that she will never think about anyone else except you." Lena tried to reassure her, but it seems that nothing worked, so the girls just gave up for the moment. A few minutes later, the food was served, and that's when you decided to show up with the girls.

Seeing that, Svenja decided to move some girls to give you a free seat next to the pouty player. A seat that gets quickly taken because, even in her current state, you missed your favourite girl.

Sensing that Ewa was not in a mood to be teased, you just distracted yourself by talking with the girls while you intertwined your little finger together. The little thing seemed to enlighten her mood a little, but not as much to make her openly happy about it.

After that, you all walked back to the hotel, where you sneaked out of the team with the striker to your room. It was one of the advantages to be a married couple, always sharing a room at every camp or game away.

In the room, you dragged her on the bed despite her protest and made her lay next to you. You stayed like this for a moment without saying anything, just staring at each other and sometimes smiling like idiots.

"So, will you tell me what's that about?" You asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I don't know what you mean." She replied with a shy smile.

"Oh, so you're telling me you were not jealous?"

"Me, jealous? Come on, I have never been jealous."

The lie almost made you laugh, but you needed to keep your composure. "So you'll not be angry if I invite Merle, Nuria, and Fenna to watch a movie with us tonight?"

The mention of the names made her instantly lose her facade, and the look she was giving you meant a lot. "I think you forgot that this room is for Léon-Pajor only."

At this point, you finally laughed and showered her face with a lot of kisses.

"Seriously, kochanie (honey), I don't know why you need to spend all your time with them." Ewa said after you stopped.

"I don't spend all my time with them." You protested. "It's just that I just want to make sure they're good with their move and don't feel homesick."

"Fenna lived only a few hours of flight from Wolfsburg, and Nuria goes back to Barcelona as much as she can."

"Amor (Love), are you really being jealous of two kids right now?" You asked with a very surprised face. "I thought you were jealous of Merle, not of the kids."

"Why would I be jealous of Merle?"

"And why are you jealous of some kids?" Ewa just groaned and started to leave the room, but you stopped her before. "Hey, I'm sorry. Okay, I didn't know. Well, now that I'm aware of it, it seems more funny than I thought, but anyway."

"Can you stop making fun of me?"

"Sí, but can you just let me explain it?" When she didn't make any move to leave you again, you put her back on the bed and sat her on your lap. "Señora Ewa Léon-Pajor, amor de mi vida, no hay mujer en este mundo de la que estaría más orgullosa y feliz de llamar mía que tú. Puedes descansar en paz. Te amé, te amo, y todavía lo haré en el futuro. (Mrs. Ewa Léon-Pajor, love of my life, there's no woman in this world that I would be more proud of and happy to call you mine than you. You can rest peacefully. I loved you, I love you, and I will still do so in the future.)"

From your tone and your expression, Ewa knew you said something important but couldn't understand everything.

"I'm sorry, but I don't understand everything." She admitted shyly making you laugh a little.

"I said that you don't have to worry about anything because I love you, and I will still do it in the future." You briefly explained.

You saw her eyes start to get filled with tears, but her expression reflected everything but sadness.

"Ja też cię kocham, pani Léon-Pajor (I love you too, Mrs. Léon-Pajor)"

"Did I ever tell you that I love when you speak Polish?" You asked with a mischievous smile.

"Yeah, and you also told me that you love when I speak Spanish or German." She reminded you.

"You know what? I think I just love you." You commented, making her smile.

"And I love you too," she replied before finally giving you a proper kiss. You stayed in your room for a few more hours until it was time for dinner.

You joined the team with Ewa by your side and her arm around your waist, which earned a shocking look for your teammates and a thumbs up from Lena and Dom to the striker.

After you got your plate, you made your way to where Merle was seated, but you were stopped by your wife, who gave you a quick kiss on the cheek before going to sit with her previous group.

"I don't know what we did to deserve to see Ewa showing PDA in front of us, but I think we have to thank her for this cute moment." Alex commented loudly and earned a lot of applause from your teammates.

You watched your wife, who was trying to hide herself, until she finally met your eyes. You just smiled and blew her a kiss, which made her blush even more and made everyone laugh.

#woso x reader #woso fanfics #ewa pajor #ewa pajor x reader #vfl wolfsburg women x reader #vfl wolfsburg frauen #vfl wolfsburg women

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