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wanduhhh · 2 years

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Afternoon Delight (18+)

Oneshot- church mommy Wanda

Can’t pretend I’ll turn this into a series because I’m too lazy, but I was physically unable to not write something based on this pic. Enjoy!

“Just sit those beside the muffins sweetie, thanks so much for doing this” Wanda’s sweet words had you blushing and just about dropping the tray of cookies in your arms.

“Oh it’s no problem at all Wanda, anything for you” you beamed at her; internally smacking your forehead at your inability to play it cool. In your defence today was one of those glorious days where Wanda wore her glasses, and you were a goner at the sight.

Thick lenses framing her face, perched just above her button nose. She was too cute for her own good. She had recently cut her hair short and had been embarrassed about the ‘mom cut’ until you had convinced her she looked great by bombarding her with compliments until her cheeks were red.

This infatuation with the married woman had begun the second you moved to the small neighbourhood, greeted warmly by the woman the second your feet hit the sidewalk. From then on, she had become a permanent fixture in your daily life.

Wine dates and going to her whenever you had a tear in your dress that you just couldn’t sew. You had weaved your way into her busy life, and you were certainly not complaining.

This is what had led you to being in church at 7am on a Saturday morning. Wanda had flashed you a rushed smile the night before, explaining how she had so much to organise for the bake sale and practically no one to help her. Your car was loaded with baked goods before the night was over.

“Wanda you’ve really outdone yourself, this looks amazing” your eyes scanned over all the little handmade decorations she had been working on for the past week. Cheeks hurting from the smile that refused to leave your face.

“I couldn’t have done it without you silly, I really have to repay you somehow”. This was the biggest drawback to your friendship with the woman. The constant innuendos, the way she showered you with compliments and was always brushing hair out of your face with a perfectly manicured hand.

You could certainly think of a few ways she could repay you; imagining them whilst making eye contact with a crucified Jesus statue was not your finest moment.

As the day rolled on and the church became littered with all your fellow neighbours, you got less of Wanda’s undivided attention. The only thing that made you feel a little better about it was being able to study the woman whilst she was in her element.

Serving a cookie and ensuring everyone left her table with a smile, the woman was enchanting. Her movements so calculated, she stopped every now and again to throw you a quick smile over her shoulder.

Sometimes when she was listening intently to someone you would catch her twirling the bow around her neck in between her fingers, brows furrowed as she ingested every word that reached her ears. Earlier she had shed her grey coat, giving you a better view of the tight black dress that covered her body. You could not get your mind out of the gutter.

You were snapped out of your incessant daydreaming when you heard her calling your name, “y/n? Are you in there hun, you look a little warm”. You shook your head to clear the fuzziness that had taken over your brain. “Sorry Wanda, just lost myself for a moment there. What did you need?” Your words came out shaky as the hand she had placed on your forehead remained in place.

“Could you come help me with some boxes in the storage room sweetheart, there’s far too many”. You were nodding and following her like a puppy before she even finished her sentence.

The room was tiny and the boxes left only enough room for you to be pressed against Wanda’s side, the proximity leaving your mouth dry.

As you reached for the first box you felt Wanda grab your hand and raise it to her cheek. Spinning round to watch curiously as she pressed your fingertips against her ruby lips.

“Wanda what are you doing?” Your words came out as a whisper, too afraid to pierce the bubble surrounding you. “You’ve been so distracted today sweetie, and I think after being such a good girl you deserve a reward hmm?” You found yourself nodding along with her words.

“Come here darling” she whispered as she pulled you impossibly closer. Your mind could not catch up but it didn’t have to when Wanda brought your hands down to play with the bow around her neck.

“Take your reward baby” this finally snapped you out of it, not willing to pass up such an opportunity. You pushed her to lean against the wall of boxes, dropping to your knees in front of her. The irony of worshipping her in the back of a church was not lost on you.

You struggled to push the tight black skirt above her hips and she chuckled breathlessly as she wiggled her hips to pull it up. Your hands brushing over each other as desperation filled the room.

You were grateful to be on your knees already when you finally got the dress up to her waist, because the lacy black panties she had on would’ve left you unable to stand. You moaned at the sight, your mouth watering just at the thought of tasting her.

Your might flickered between wanting to tease her until she whined, and wanting to push your tongue into her immediately. But in the end she made the decision for you, grasping your hair with both hands and pushing your face between her thighs.

Her hand came down to push her panties to the side and you barely got to appreciate the view before she pushed your face back to where it was. No barrier between your mouth and her now. Your tongue immediately gathering up as much wetness as it possibly could.

Her head fell back on the boxes with a thump and you raised your eyes to see her panting with an open mouth. The sight had you moaning into her, and that had her biting down onto her own hand to stop herself from filling the church with the sound of her moans.

When you let your fingers enter her, mouth not stopping for a second you were rewarded with a moan she let slip free. It only spurred you on to move faster.

A knock at the door startled you and you tried to pull away as panic rose in your throat, but Wanda’s grip kept you where you were and you watched as she cleared her throat prepared to lie effortlessly.

“Wanda hun, you in there?” Agatha’s voice floated through the door and right before Wanda replied you added an extra finger to hear her squeak. “Uh yes Agatha, just looking for uh some trays in the boxes I’ll be back in a jiff”.

“Want some help in there?” The door knob wiggled as Agatha asked, but unbeknownst to you Wanda had already taken care of that problem. “No no it’s alright, I’m- uh. I’m all good in here Agatha”. You could feel Wanda clenching around you and you silently willed the other woman to leave and let you hear her moan for you.

“Okay hun, see you out there” you heard her heels shift as she turned from the door, “be right there, I’m just coming” the innuendo couldn’t be missed, not with the way you could barely move your fingers. “Fuck I’m coming” that one was whispered just for you. You looked up and saw Wanda staring down at you, glasses perched on the tip of her nose. Ruby lip caught between teeth.

“Such a good girl, keep going. I’m almost there” she was naive to imagine you’d stop. Not when she was about to come in your mouth. And she did, with shaking thighs and a silent moan. Nails digging into your scalp deep enough that you winced into her.

You tried to keep going, but she pulled your hand away with your wrist, dragging you to your feet as she put your fingers in her mouth to clean them up. “Mmm you’re way too good at that sweetheart. I can’t wait to repay the favour”. The thought of Wanda’s mouth on you had you grinning at her, but that abruptly ended when she fixed her panties and pulled her dress back down. Laughing gently at your pout.

“Soon baby, right now we have more cookies to sell so grab those trays and get your cute butt out there”

And she was on her way, you knew she was going to get you into a lot of trouble.

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once-upon-a-thigh · 2 years

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The Truth

Summary: Wanda’s jealousy leads to disastrous circumstances. PERFECT LITTLE SECRET PART 2. 18+

Pairings: Fem!Reader X Milf! Wanda Maximoff, Yelena Belova X Kate Bishop X Fem!Reader (platonic), Fem! Reader X Carol Danvers (brief)

Class: Series; angst, smut

Warnings: First time writing in second person so I’m sorry for that, large age gap (18/37), mommy kink, possessiveness, strap on sex (r receiving), semi-public sex, exhibitionism, degradation, swearing, arguing.

Words: 4k

Life was easier now that your best friends knew of your secret relationship with your 37-year-old neighbour. The days were going by smoother almost now that there was less to hide. As well as, honestly, it was a relief to you that someone knew. By this point you were so incredibly infatuated with the woman it was nice to be able to express the happiness she brought out of you.

“I’ve never felt this way about anyone Lena. She just makes me feel so good, and I’m not just talking sexually, Wanda makes me feel more like me than I’ve ever felt before,” you gushed, eyes drooped to the table and unable to make eye contact with the blonde.

She pulled a disgusted face. “That’s the corniest shit I’ve ever heard,” she joked, at least you hope she’s joking.

“She sounds amazing Y/n, I just wish you told us earlier,” Kate, your other friend dropped in to the conversation from the chair opposite you.

“I know,” you whined, “but I had no choice, the least amount of people that know, the better. I can’t imagine what my parents would think if they found out.” You shuddered at the thought.

“Maybe they’ll be fine with it!” The sprightly brunette chimed.

“Don’t be an idiot Kate, what would your mother do if you were in the same situation?” Yelena rebutted.

“Probably throw me down the stairs-“ The three of you jumped when Kate’s sentence was interrupted by the slam of a book on the table.

“How many times am I going to have to tell you three to be quiet?” The librarian hissed, leering over you.

“Maybe just one more time?” Yelena chortled, however her laugh cut suddenly when she met the woman’s pierced eyes.

“Get out,” she hissed, causing the three of you to stand and pack your things hastily and rush out of the library, bumping shoulders along the way.

After giggling over the fact that none of you got any of your work done whilst you were there, you said goodbye before attempting to rush off towards the waiting car outside the gate. However, you were stopped when the pair tightened their grip on your linked arms.

“Any chance your lady friend could give us a lift to your street? We’ll walk from there.” The Russian batted her eyelashes.

“I don’t know guys, we can’t bring too much attention to ourselves…”

“We’ll be careful! Pleeeeeease!” Kate shook your arm, giving you her best puppy dog eyes.

“Fine, I’ll ask.” You gave in, shaking yourself out of their hold and jogging to the car.

Opening the passenger door, you couldn’t help the grin that instantly arose when you leaned down to see the woman.

“Hey sweet girl.” Her raspy use of the pet name sent shivers down your spine, reminding you of the many times she had used the term of endearment when praising you for the way you moved back your hips to me the rapid thrusts of hers.

“Hiii…” You giggled girlishly, instantly turned shy under her intense stare. “So my friends are wondering if you could drop them off on our street.” You scratched the back of your neck nervously, worried she wouldn’t be fond of the idea.

“Yelena and Kate?” She wondered, biting her lip in thought when you nodded to confirm. “Okay, but they’ve got to keep it down when they get out of the car. We don’t need any nosy neighbours getting in our business.”

“Okay! Thank you.” You clapped your hands happily, and Wanda practically melted at the sight of you being so excited over something so simple. She would do anything for you if it meant she could make you that happy.

You leaned down to lay a kiss on her warm cheek before jogging back to your friends who were playfully trying to tackle each other in the car park.

“Okay dorks, she said you can come but you have to be quiet when we get in the neighbourhood.”

Saluting you, Kate joined your side as you began to make your way back to the car. Yelena however, was stuck glaring at a short-haired blonde waving excitedly in your direction.

“Y/n! Wait up!” Turning towards the call, you noticed Carol Danvers, captain of the softball team and your chemistry partner, making her way towards you.

“God, not this mopho.” Yelena rolled her eyes.

“Quit it, she’s nice,” you reprimanded.

“She’s a stupid jock.” You shushed her reply just as Carol, who obviously heard the comment, stopped in front of you with a glare in the Russian’s direction. Her glare dropped instantly when she looked at you however, instead being replaced with a shy smile.

“Hey captain,” you cheeked, watching as red arose to her cheeks in embarrassment, you’re guessing.

“Hi Y/n, I was wondering if you’re still alright with me coming over today so we can work on the project?” She questioned, reminding you of the chemistry project Miss Harkness had set.

“Oh crap yeah, I totally forgot about that. Sorry.” You both laughed nervously. “But yeah, I’m fine with that.”

“Okay cool, do you just wanna…” she gestured back at her truck, hinting that she would drive you both back to your house to begin the project.

“Oh, actually my, uh, neighbour is driving back my friends and I today. But I’ll text you my address and I’ll meet you there in like an hour?” You almost slipped, having to restrain yourself from referring to Wanda as your girlfriend like you had been around Yelena and Kate for the last week since they found out about your relationship.

“Oh sure!” She nodded sheepishly, clumsily taking a couple steps back towards her truck. “So I’ll see you in an hour?”

“She did just say that blondie,” Yelena drawled.

“But Lena, you’re blonde..” Kate whispered.

Shushing them with your index finger in the air, you nodded kindly at Carol, waving her off with your other hand.

Shouting one last goodbye, you finally approached the car with your friends in tow.

Wanda stayed broodingly quiet when you gave her a peck on the cheek. “Sorry for the wait baby.”

She tapped the wheel with one finger, watching in the rear view mirror as your friends settled themselves in the back of the car.

“Thank you for the ride Miss Maximoff!” Kate politely voiced.

“Mmhm.” She hummed mindlessly, still staring into the rear view mirror.

“Wanda?” You verbalised, looking at her expectantly as she still hadn’t started the car.

“Who was that?” She questioned, still not breaking her gaze from the mirror as she began to drive off. She watched the blonde in the varsity jacket grin as she kept glancing at the car you had disappeared into.

“Who? Carol?” Your eyebrows bunched, completely confused at the woman’s interest in the jock.

“Don’t you mean Captain?” Kate joked, leaning her head in between the front seats and making kissy faces in your direction.

You pushed her back with a hand to her face, shaking your head. “It embarrasses her, it’s funny.” You shrugged.

“No, it turns her on.” Yelena let out a loud laugh.

“What?” Wanda barked. You took hold of the ‘Oh Jesus handle’ as she unintentionally sped up down the street.

“W-what? No-“ You blush, attempting to redeem yourself from the flirting you had inadvertently been taking part in.

“Face it Y/n, the idiot has been trying to get in your pants ever since you grew an ass.” The blonde grinned, leaning back in her seat and watching on as Wanda’s grip on the wheel turned whiter by the second.

You sputtered trying to come up with a reply, before settling with a grumbling “shut up.”

The rest of the drive home was silent other than the quiet music flowing through the radio. As soon as Wanda settled the car into her driveway, the duo in the back seats were clambering out, muttering their goodbyes. As soon as they left, Wanda grabbed hold of your neck and pulled you against her. Teeth clashed as she moved her lips against yours hastily, forcing every bit of resentment she held for the blonde she never met into the kiss.

Taking hold of the hair at the back of your head, she pulled you back so you were staring up at her uncomfortably. You didn’t mind though, as you were too busy imagining all the punishments she would possibly induce if it wasn’t for her boys being home from school.

“Don’t forget who you belong to,” she hissed, cupping your chin and squeezing your cheeks.

“Open your mouth,” she ordered firmly as you resisted her efforts. Giving in to her demand, your mouth dropped open. She smirked deviantly before spitting directly on your tongue. She tapped your chin until you closed your mouth, smearing the spit that missed across your lips with her ring-clad thumb. “Swallow.”

You did so instantly, making her laugh devilishly. “That’s my good girl. You would never want anyone other than your mommy to take care of you, would you?”

Her grip loosened enough for you shake your head dumbly.

“Words,” she spat.

“No mommy,” you muttered.

“Good girl. I want you to come over tomorrow whilst the boys are with their father.” She brushed her thumb over your blushed cheek softly. It was a command, but that didn’t irk you.

“Okay,” you smiled excitedly, “is 2pm okay?”

“Perfect.” She kissed you softly, with a gentleness that was completely opposite to the possessiveness she has previously displayed.

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After taking a chilling shower to cool yourself down following your lover’s teasing, you hastily ran around your room picking up clothing and clearing space on your desk ready for your guest. Hearing the ring of the doorbell, you surveyed your room carefully to ensure there was nothing embarrassing around before making your way to the front door.

“Carol, hey!” You greeted, moving aside so the softball player could step inside. You led the nervous blonde to your room, thoroughly warning her of the mess before she could step inside. Your pestering over the mess was enough to distract you from the attentive gaping from the woman across the road.

Soon the two of you were sat on your bed cross-legged facing each other, open books between you and nothing written down.

“I really think using marbles in class is a bad idea, what if we drop them all?” You laugh, imagining your grumpy teacher finally slipping in those heels.

“But think about how much better it’ll be to display the types of bonding compared to a PowerPoint, which you know everyone is going to do,” she tilted her head at you, leaning forward and smiling teasingly.

“I guess you’re right,” you huff. Despite the boring context, you found yourself enjoying Carol’s company. You were happy to expand your friendship group beyond dumb and dumber. Carol is outgoing, kind, funny, leaning in startlingly close to your face, wait what?

Chapped lips meet yours gently, unmoving. Carol was cautious with the kiss, pulling back when she didn’t feel you melt in to it like she hoped you would.

“S-sorry,” she stuttered, seemingly shocked by her own actions. “I just- I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time. I really like you Y/n.”

You couldn’t help but flush at the revelation.

“Oh, Carol. I’m sorry but I’m actually seeing someone,” you frowned apologetically.

“Oh. Who? If you don’t mind me asking?” Carol felt a surge of jealousy, clenching her fists in an attempt to keep control of her emotions. You were Y/n, and so she remained as polite as possible whilst avoiding eye contact.

You bit your lip, wondering if you should tell the truth or not. You decided against it, not wanting to risk your relationship. “You don’t know her, she doesn’t go to our school.”

She laughed, getting up from the bed and shaking out her tense muscles. “Well maybe I’ll see her at varsity then if we’re playing against her school. Maybe then I can fight for your hand.” She winked teasingly, though you sensed a little truth in her words.

The atmosphere was quite awkward after that interaction, and so you gave her her section of the work and promised to buy the marbles for your presentation.

After she had left with an awkward one-armed hug to say goodbye, you couldn’t help the guilt that began to reside. You hadn’t kissed Carol back, and you know you don’t have feelings for her. But you didn’t push her away. You narrowed it down to the shock and confusion that led to you being so slow to react, but you still felt telling Wanda about what happened was the right thing to do.

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It was time to go see Wanda, and it was an understatement to say you were nervous. Usually you would be ecstatic to go see your lover, but an angry Wanda was not usually something to look forward to, and a part of you couldn’t help the terrifying thoughts of her leaving you.

“Hello? Wanda?” You called out after helping yourself into the house.

“Up here babygirl!” You heard her raspy voice ring from up the stairs. She sounded like she was in a good mood, you couldn’t decide if that was a good or bad thing.

Making your way up the stairs towards the master bedroom, you gave yourself a mental pep talk to prepare yourself for her wrath. With one last deep breathe, you pushed open the bedroom door to see the beauty rifling through her closet.

Closing the doors, she made her way towards you and reached for your hips, tugging your body against hers instantly.

“I was just sorting through the closet to make room for some of your stuff for when you stay over more during the summer,” she grinned. The boys were going to a summer camp for the summer holidays, and so you planned a number of sleepovers. Her brunette hair tickled your cheeks as she leaned down to capture your lips in her own, however despite her cuteness you couldn’t help but let the feeling of guilt grow. Turning your head at the last second, her puckered lips pressed against your cheek chastely.

Pulling back, eyebrows furrowed, her concerned gaze shot at your heart.

“What’s wrong detka?” Her lips pout.

Pulling away from her, you took a seat on the edge of the bed. Reading the serious atmosphere, Wanda took a seat next to you.

“Okay so,” you paused. “Carol came over last night to walk on a chemistry project with me, because we’re partners.”

Wanda’s jaw clenched and her fists turned white. Though she nodded, as if she already knew.

Despite her obvious detest of the blonde, you carried on. “And, I don’t know what happened but apparently the girls were right about that crush she may or may not have on me…”

“What happened?” Her voice gritted through her teeth. The woman was ready to get in her car and find the dumb jock herself.

“She kissed me.”

Wanda stood up, hands gripping her hair as she seethed.

“It meant nothing, I didn’t even kiss back!” You retaliated, shaking your leg nervously.

You were expecting yelling and swearing. However, Wanda’s rigid back relaxed as she let out a long sigh. The strong hands entwined with her hair moved down her face until they dropped to her sides. Turning around after a minute, she dropped to her knees and braced her hands on your legs.

“Shh, relax baby. I’m not mad at you.” She brushed her thumb against one of your cheeks, calming your worried panting.

“You’re not?” Your eyes turned watery in relief.

“No, it’s not your fault you’re so damn enticing. And I know you would never disrespect mommy like that, would you?” Her resting hands began to grip your thighs.

“No mommy, never.” You shook your head desperately, eager to please.

“That’s my good girl.” A smile rose on your face at the praise. Who knew you would be let off this easily?

“But..” Oh. “I think you still need to be reminded of who you belong to.”

A gasp escaped you when she took hold of your sides and pulled you up from the bed. Fast as lightning she had your clothes off of you and was pressing your chest against the cold window, causing your nipples to perk up painfully. You stayed in that position like a good girl as she moved around behind you, following her rules. However, as you looked at your parents car parked at the quiet house across the street, you grew nervous.

“Wa- mommy, what if someone sees?” You caught yourself before making the mistake of using her name, one that would surely result in a punishment.

She leans over you, you gasp when you feel her naked chest pressed against your back and something solid prodding between your legs.

She chuckles. “What? Are you worried about everyone seeing what a whore you are for your mommy?”

You merely whimper in response, mind turning dumb as you lean your hips back to gain some friction against her strap.

“Look at you, falling apart for my cock.” Wanda took hold of your hair, arching your head back so she can whisper seductively in your ear.

At this moment, you no longer cared about who could possibly walk past and see you. All you wanted was Wanda. “Please.”

She moved a hand down to grip her strap, running the head through your already soaked folds. “Did you beg like this for that bitch you saw yesterday too, slut?” She thrusted against you slightly, causing the head to prod at your hole.

“N-no mommy! I promise!” Your eyes filled with tears as you felt your hole gradually be filled by the thick shaft.

“You’re mine,” she grunted as she filled you with a quick buck of her hips. You screamed at the intrusion, but her pace did not falter. She thrusted assertively, ploughing into you with intent on driving the idea of her ownership into you.

“Fuck!” She grunted, laying a hard slap on your ass as she continued to drive her hips against you. “You like this slut?” She panted from behind you.

“Yes mommy,” you squealed when she pulled out of you and flipped you around, grabbing under your thighs and pulling you up onto her muscular waist. The faux cock pushed into you again. She bucked short and fast thrusts into you, the sound of skin slapping filled the room alongside your loud moans.

One hand cupped your ass whilst the other reached up to grip your chin, forcing you to look into her eyes. “Look at me,” she demanded.

Your glazed eyes met her fiery ones, your mouth dropped open whilst she bit her bottom lip to keep her grunts in.

The coil in your stomach began to unravel as her thrusting did not relent. Her hips began to stutter as you came, your walls sucking the cock inside you further. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” You whimpered.

Wanda moaned as she too began to reach her peak. Pressing herself against you, she dropped her head on your shoulder as she ground against you, driving you further into the window. Glancing up from your glistening skin as she came, she made eye contact with the same blonde she had seen earlier standing on your porch. The older woman grinned as the blonde dropped the flowers she was holding onto the ground, walking away in a strop. Her thrusts slowed as she laid a delicate kiss on your shoulder before pulling out the piece and lowering your shaky legs to the ground.

Your knees immediately buckled, but her strong arms supported you. Carrying you over to the bed, she lowered you gently with a forgiving kiss on your forehead.

“I love you,” she whispered.

—— the next day ——

You were sat at home on a Sunday night, watching tv alone and missing your lover. Wanda’s kids had just got back that evening, and so you couldn’t stay over without raising suspicion. Plus, your parents would never let you sleep over at “Yelena’s” on a school night.

“Y/n, your mother and I are going to visit a friend that has been having some problems, we probably won’t be back until you’re asleep.” Your dad rounded the sofa to speak to you, shrugging on his jacket.

“Oh, okay.” You feigned a frown, instead excited to use the excuse to see Wanda. It’s not often she gets to visit your room.

“Bye sweetheart,” your mother waved as she left the house. For some reason, you felt her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes. The thought was pushed to the back of your mind however when your head flooded with images of Wanda sinfully lying in your bed.

Watching your dad’s car leave the drive, you were quick to shoot Wanda a text.

Parents have gone out for a few hours, are the boys asleep? - Y/n

I’ll be right over. - Wanda

She didn’t take much convincing of course. Before you knew it, the woman was pushing you down onto the family couch, suffocating you with her lustful kisses. Soft moans left the both of you as your hands travelled along the curves of the other. You had only touched her yesterday, and yet you just couldn’t get enough.

Your hands were just slipping under the hem of her shirt when you were forced to break away at the sound of the front door slamming against the wall.

“Mum, Dad,” your eyes widened as your parents walked into the room, disappointment clear on their face.

Wanda jumped up from the couch, straightening out her clothes as she cleared her throat. “Darren, Mindy, it’s not-“

“Shut it cougar!” Your mother interrupted.

“Oh god,” you whined embarrassed, dropping your head into your hands.

“Y/n, how could you let yourself be manipulated by this woman? What you have been doing is completely unacceptable,” she continued.

“We haven’t been doing anything!” You wailed, tears beginning to drop over your flushed cheeks.

“Oh please, don’t lie to us. Your friend told us about what she saw.” Your father pointed at you, his finger shaking in fury as his face scrunched up in disgust towards the end of his claim.

The comment confused you, there was no way Yelena or Kate would say anything about your relationship with your neighbour.

“Friend?” Before either of your parents could settle your curiosity, the blonde jock who had recently kissed you walked into the house nervously.

“Carol? What?” You looked at her disturbed, how did she know?

“I’m sorry Y/n,” she wrung her fingers together nervously. “But I had to show you that what this woman is doing to you is wrong,” she gestured towards the woman, who was growing angrier by the minute.

“You little-“ Before Wanda could continue with her insult, you turned to her, tears further clouding your vision as you began to realise just what had happened.

“She saw us?” You questioned, confirming your parents suspicions. “You let her see us? How could you do that.” How could she put your relationship in jeopardy like that?

She turned her full attention to you, attempting to step in your direction but was faltered when your father drew closer to her. “Baby, I’m sorry I just needed her to see that you are mine-“

Your mother scoffed, “don’t you dare call her that. You’re disgusting, she is a child!”

“Mum! I’m not a child, I’m 18,” you declared firmly, crossing your arms.

“You’re not even finished with school yet Y/n, this woman is sick, and is using you for her disgusting sexual gratification.”

“It’s not like that,” Wanda butted in, ignoring the menacing look your father is yet to drop. “I love her.”

Your heart soared, but you couldn’t enjoy the moment with your parents staring you down.

“I want you to leave my house, and never return,” your father blocked her view of you as he took another threatening step towards her. “If I ever see you around my daughter again, I will be telling everyone in town about what you have done. You will be a disgrace, your sons will never look at you the same again.”

You could see Wanda’s attempt at bravery falter, you immediately began to sob. This great love was over. Taking a step back, she walked out of the house quietly, with one last longing look in your direction, beautiful green eyes filled with tears.

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Sorry it took so long! I haven’t had a moment to myself. Hope you enjoyed.

Love, Meg xx

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shadowbriar · 1 year

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Fred Weasley - Selene and Helios

Pairing : (F/M) || Fred Weasley x Reader Word Count : 4k Warning : Mentions of food. Injury. Kinda foul language. Prompts : It’s always been you.” Prompt request is still open. You can find the link to the prompt list here. Notes : If you like this story and would like to support me, please visit my kofi page and perhaps get me a coffee?☕

The Great Hall was filled with students, trying to fill their empty stomachs before facing the upcoming classes. Some were trying to multitask, finishing the essays that could’ve been done earlier had they not played around too much during the weekend, while the rest were throwing jokes and conversing with their peers in bliss. A very mundane Monday morning in Hogwarts.

Until the couple enters.

She watches the squabble with a displeased look, feeling pathetic to her best friend who’s now begging for his girlfriend’s forgiveness. Fred was chasing her, evidently pleading for another chance. Eversince the two started dating, the talk around the castle would always revolve around them. Not due to their lovely romance, no they were far from being the power couple people thought they would be, but because of the frequent public quarrels the two would hold. She believes for whatever sick reason his girlfriend has, it was no accident that their arguments were always of public amusement. Perhaps the attention and murmurs about their fight brings her a certain degree of pride, knowing that she’s the centre of attention. As if dating the Fred Gideon Weasley wasn’t already a haughtiness to brag about.

“Not again,” Lee rolled his eyes at the sight, turning to George “Couldn’t you do something about it? It’s an embarrassment for us all at this point.”

George shrugs, “What exactly do you want me to do? Send her a Self-propelling Custard Pies?”

“That’s an idea.”

“Fred would kill me.” George snorts and nudges her “The only person that could talk to him out of the relationship would be this Sweetheart right here.”

“You think I haven’t tried?” She scoffs, spreading the jam to her toast in annoyance “I’ve tried talking to him, to break up with that vile wench, for months and he’s yet to do it. At this point I’m convinced that she’s slipped him some kind of love potion cause there’s no way in the seven hells that our Fred would ever stoop so low for some girl like her.”

She clears her throat, realising that her jealousy has bleed out. The envy she’s tried so hard to contain for the past month slightly erupted, leaking the drops of resentment through her words. She mentally cursed herself and tried to keep her nonchalant veneer, hoping that the boys would be as oblivious as they always have.

It is one of the worlds’ greatest unsolved mysteries how none of her closest friends seem to notice her brewing infatuation for the older Weasley twin. Don’t ask her when the butterflies started because she couldn’t recall the time when things were anything but lovely whenever he’s around. It was as if he amplified the colours in her world, blessing her with warmth and laughter that she could find nowhere else. Nowhere but his side.

She knew that being bitter over his love life isn’t a very good best friend thing to do. She shouldn’t feel this much resentment, knowing and seeing him with someone else when she never made any advances with her feelings. But the stories Fred shared with her, the choked tears he always tried to hold at night, and the stunts his girlfriend would make him do in public made her seethe. She couldn’t help but to think of how much better their lives would have been had she been the one he’s dating. She would never let him make a fool of himself in public. She would never make him cry at night. She would never make him think that he didn’t love her just enough.

She wanted to rescue him from the collapsing building before it crushes him whole. No, she could never forgive that devil spawned woman if she ever hurt him that severely. She’d hex her to death if it ever comes close to that, for sure. But she couldn’t find a way to save him without having to break his heart. She’s convinced that Fred really loves her, hence all the effort he’s done to make her stay. As much as she’s tormented, she wouldn’t want to be the reason Fred would have his heart broken.

“I just don’t understand.” George mutters, snapping her back to reality “Why would he be so hell bent on keeping her around when his heart’s bound for another?”

She raised an eyebrow, confused at the younger twin’s comment but before she could ask him to elaborate, Fred joined the table with a forced smile.

“Morning.” He greets the group, taking his seat next to her “Lovely day, isn’t it?”

The group nods, not uttering a word at the awkward atmosphere around.

“Here,” She pushed a plate to him “2 toasts, this time it’s blueberry jam cause you had strawberry yesterday.”

The same thing with not knowing when exactly did she start to fall for the loud and obnoxious boy, she wasn’t sure either when she picked up the habit of doing things Fred would unconsciously do. They’ve done this for years. Whoever came to the table first would be the one to make the breakfast for the other. She knew exactly of his preferences, how he likes fruit flavoured jams better than chocolate or peanut butter. She knew which slice of the bread is his most favourite and the degree of burnt he likes to have on his toasts. And even if there’s no toast served at the table, she knew exactly what to get for the boy.

Sometimes she wonders if he’s simply oblivious of her affection or chose to ignore it all together.

Fred smiles gratefully, “What would I do without you?”

“Die of starvation, most probably.” She comments, brows furrow in fake thought “Or of boredom from the long hours of detentions. Or of critical injuries from your stupid pranks.”

“You love my pranks.”

“That I do.” She agrees, nodding “But not when you get hurt from it.”

Fred stares at her fondly. His facial features were soft, staring at her as if she was the most invaluable thing in his possession. Thankfully before she could over analyse his gesture, before a slight hint of hope blooms in her heart that perhaps he might share the same impressions as her, Fred gave her a friendly nudge and laughed it off. As always giving a clear sign that they’ll never set a toe out of the platonic line. Ever.

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Spending the break at the Burrow would forever be something she wished she could live forever in. She loves waking up to the smell of Mrs. Weasley’s cooking, the warm breeze and the melodious sound of birds chirping in the morning. But if she has to choose just one thing that made her love visiting the Burrow, it would be the evening drive with Mr. Weasley’s flying car.

She wasn’t sure what kind of sweet talk the Weasley twin did to grant access to the car again after the accident with Harry and Ron back in their second grade, but somehow the prankster has managed to regain their parents’ trust on driving the said car. Fred would always say that it was because they’re driving with her that his mother couldn’t find the heart to say no. She’s been loved by the family as if their own for years and Mrs. Weasley has always had a softer spot for daughters.

“Where are we going again?” She asks as she puts one of her hands out of the window, trying to feel the wind passing by through her fingertips “And why isn’t George coming with us? I thought you twins couldn’t function without the other.”

“I wanted to show you this spot I found.” Fred answers, a giddy smile plastered on his face “I came across this place when I went with Dad, so not even George knew of this place.”

She turned to face him with an amused expression, “So I’m the first to ever enter Fred Weasley’s secret sanctuary? Why, I’m flattered.”

“Well, you are my best friend.”

Her smile dims down. She turns her head away, not wanting Fred to notice her change of demeanour. Best friends. That’s all she would ever be in his eyes. Somehow the title gives her more of a heartache than pleasant these days.

A couple minutes later she finds the car slowing its speed as they reach a grass field. She could see a pond up front with ducks swimming around its surface. The sight brought her bright smile back. She’s always loved lakes and ponds and it warms her heart that the place Fred could find his peace at is somewhere she could feel connected to.

“Pretty neat, isn’t it?”

“Neat? This place is gorgeous!” She squeals, turning to the boy with a joyful expression “Why didn’t you tell me we’re going to the pond, I would’ve brought a swimming suit!”

“If I told you then it wouldn’t be much of a surprise, would it?” He scoffs “Besides, if you brought your swimming suit then Ginny would ask questions and she would want to come. And if she comes, Hermione would want to come. And if the girls come, Ron and the rest of the family would want to come and we know how limited the seating is in the car.”

“Well, we can always get here with a broom or apparate.”

“That’s beside the point, alright? This is my spot. I get to decide who gets to come and not.” Fred says as he rolled his eyes, seemingly faking an annoyed tone “Don’t make me regret showing it to you.”

She smiles, turning back to see the scenery. The place was so peaceful she couldn’t help but wanting to get out of the car, yet seeing that Fred had made no move she didn’t want to be the first to get out. Staying in the car would do, so long as she’s with him.

“She hasn’t replied to any of my letters.”

She blinks, not turning to face the boy.

“I’m not sure what I did wrong.” Fred continues, words laced with dejection “I tried so hard to impress her, to show her that I cared for her, but all she did is toy with my feelings.”

She takes a deep breath. Of course, the reason he wanted to bring her to his secret hideout was not to share his little haven but because he needed someone to talk to. Someone who’ll be foolish enough to listen to him no matter how tormented she really is on the inside. Just how ridiculous it is for her to think that she was special in his eyes for him to have shown this place out of spite.

“Do you reckon I made a mistake?” He asked, voice creaking softly “Did I try too hard with her? Am I making her uncomfortable?”

“Fred, listen to me,” She turned to him, placing her hands to his shoulders “You did nothing wrong, alright? She’s just that thick on the head to ever realise how lucky she is to be with you, to be the girl you try so hard to impress, try so hard to love. You’re the best boyfriend any girl could ever ask for, believe me.”

He flashed an unsure smile.

“I mean honestly, the only question you should be asking yourself is why are you still with that wench when it’s obvious that you deserve so much more than that.” She continued “Seriously, you could pick any girl in the castle, any girl. I’m sure they would say yes to you and would treat you much better than her.”

“Any girl?”

“Any girl.”

“Including you?”

“Now, let’s not get ahead of ourselves.” She fakes a laugh, pushing his shoulder lightly in a friendly stunt “It’s hot here, we should get out of the car.”

She fans herself with her hand, hoping the warmth creeping up to her cheeks would soon die down. She prays that he wouldn’t notice her peculiar act nor how crimson she is. His question has taken her aback, completely fallen off guard. Thank Godric her mouth could act faster than her brain cause if she had to wait for her brain to function, the secret will surely be out and she’s certainly not ready to burn their friendship down.

Yet instead of opening the lock of the doors, Fred takes her hand and entwines it with his. He does this ever so gently, the most tender act he’s done to her that made her stomach flips even harder. Their fingers lock each other ever so slowly, as if wanting to savour every passing second that their skin is in contact.

“Thank you,” He says softly with a smile “For always being there for me.”

She nods lightly, smiling as fondly to him, “You’ll do the same for me.”

“Yeah,” He chuckles crisply “I’ll do the same for you.”

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She could tell of what her nightmares for the next weeks to come would be. She couldn’t shake the horror, the sight of him falling off of his broom when the bludger hit him right on the head. She’s never felt her heart beating faster, her legs to run quicker than a couple hours ago when she tried to catch his stretcher before it entered the infirmary. After all these years of being the Gryffindor beater, Fred has never had any serious injuries and to have watched him fall from such height indubitably made her worry.

Now waiting for Fred to wake up from his slumber, she finds herself sighing, watching the boy with bandaged head still with worried eyes. Madam Pomfrey assured her that he’d sustain nothing serious and that he could leave the Hospital Wing the following morning, but until she could see his brown eyes and smile again, she would not be able to rest.

“Uh, my head.” Fred groans as he gradually gains his consciousness “What happened?”

“Nasty bludger to the head.” She says, letting out a relieved huff “How are you feeling?”

“Like I’ve been hit in the head with a bludger.” He retorts, making her smile that his joking side is still intact “Did we win?”

“We did. Did you think Harry would let the snitch slip after you fell from your broom like that?” She asked with a raised brow “But that’s irrelevant now, do you want me to call for Pomfrey? Make sure your brain isn’t all jumbled up inside?”

Fred rolled his eyes as he sat straight up, “I’m fine. No need to worry your pretty little mind for me.”

She flashed a smile, nodding in understanding.

“So, uh,” He speaks again, rubbing his nape in nervousness “Did she, uh, did she come to see me?”

Her brows furrow and smile dilutes, feeling a sense of anger to spark within.

“I mean it’s dark already, reckon it’s late at night and all.” He continues “Did she come at all?”

“No, she didn’t.” She answered short, venom thick on her tone “Doubt she even cared.”

Fred flashed a pained expression.

“Look, Fred, I know this is the worst timing for me to tell you this but you have to get it together, alright? She doesn’t deserve you!”

He watches her with no words, looking baffled at her expression.

She stood from her seat, running her hand through her hair frustratedly. Merlin knows just how much she tries to calm herself, to tell herself to bottle the anger and jealousy in. Fred’s just gotten an injury, for Godric’s sake. The last thing she should do is to project her anger at the poor boy.

But she couldn’t shake the image of him helpless, laying on the ground weakly after the fall. She couldn’t forget the heavy tears falling from her eyes as she tried to follow his stretcher to the infirmary. She couldn’t forgive the fact that even after the match was done, the only people who came were his family and closest friend. No sign of that wretched toad. And to know that he still hoped for her to have come hurts her beyond words.

“She doesn’t care, Fred, she never did!” She yelled, not caring how her words echoed through the empty ward “Just how much more heartbreaks do you have to sustain to see it? She doesn’t care! Why are you tearing your heart apart for someone who clearly doesn’t give a damn about you?”

He gulps, not looking heartbroken but rather appalled at the turmoil.

“It hurts me to see you like this, to see you throw away your pride for someone who always stomped it to the ground with a laugh. It hurts me to see that you care so much for someone who never even returned just a smidge of all your efforts. It hurts me to see that you’re so dead set to love someone who never deserved you in the first place. It hurts me and I can’t take it anymore, alright!”

“Love-”

“You are vexing me to my bones, Fred Weasley.” She says with so much bitter passion, fists tightly curved into a ball “It infuriates me that you could show so much love and patience for someone so wrong when I’m here, standing right in front of you, when I’m here showing and giving you all the love and care you deserve.”

Her eyes widened. No, she did not just profess her feelings to him, she couldn’t.

Fred was quiet. He looks as if he’s just seen the ghost of himself, barely blinking as he tries to digest the words she’s just uttered. He prays to whichever deity out there that he heard her right, that it wasn’t the potion Pomfrey gave him that made him hear things, that it wasn’t due to the fact that his brain is all scrambled to make him hear the words he’s been dying to hear all these years.

“I-” She stammers, looking away from his gaze “I have to go.”

“No, wait-”

She didn’t let him finish his words, finding her feet to run out of the Hospital wing as fast as it could carry her. She wanted to hex herself to death right then and there. How could she let it slip, especially at the worst possible timing? How could she let her rage and envy take the better of her? How could she lash out on him when he needed her to be of his support?

And how would she face him after this?

—-

The following morning she tries her best to avoid the redhead boy. The moment she entered the Great Hall she could already see him seated on their usual spot, two plates of toasts in front of him, one she knew was supposed to be hers. But given their unpleasant exchange last night, she finds herself seated far across the table, joining the group of friends she barely had ever spoken with and trying to blend in with them. Anything to not face her cause of death just yet.

She’s also skipped all the classes that they shared during the day. Having to switch seats with someone else doesn’t feel enough. She has to avoid the man altogether to keep her sanity.

And such effort was successful until he found her sitting by the Black Lake.

“Love-”

“Leave me alone, Fred.” She says fast as his voice enters her ear, packing her belongings “I don’t want to see you.”

“Please, I just want to talk-”

“Not now, Fred.”

She begins to walk away from the boy. Heart aching because of the fear of what he has to say. She knew that he couldn’t avoid him forever, but the event had only happened last night and she barely had processed everything that’s happened. She needed more time and space to think and contemplate.

“I love you!”

Her pace was at halt as she heard his scream, not daring to turn her body to face him.

“There, I said it, okay? I love you.” He repeats, despair evident in his tone “Now you can keep walking away from me, and I kid you not, I’ll keep on yelling until you stop and listen to me, so it’s your choice. We can either be civil and talk privately or I can keep on yelling the three words for the whole castle to hear and you know I have no shame left to my soul.”

She finally turns to see him who now has a bright red cheek, chest heaving in a tidal wave of emotions.

“I love you.” He repeats, this time with a much softer tone “And I’m sorry that it’s taken me forever to say it but I love you, so much I’m going to combust if I have to spend another day not telling you how I truly feel.”

She stares at him with unconvinced eyes, “Don’t joke with me, Fred.”

“I’m not joking.” He says fast, coming closer to her to prove his truth “You can ask George, he’s been hearing my yearnings of you for years. If any of the words I spoke just now were lies I’ll cut my own tongue and feed it to Errol.”

“But-” She stutters, not comprehending any of his words “What about her? You’ve been dating her for years and-”

“I only dated her because I thought you would never see me that way.” He explains, gently taking her hands in his “I thought if I could try to love someone the same way I love you, I could make them fall for me and I would be able to bury my feelings for you. I thought you never loved me that way, so I had to find an outlet to express my affection but Merlin knows that everything I’ve done for her, I pray that I could actually do it for you.”

She gazed into his eyes, trying to find any trace of lies or jest he might be pulling.

“I love you.” He repeats, placing one hand to her cheeks “It’s always been you.”

Her expression softened, accepting his genuine words, “Then why haven’t you said anything? Why did you have to make assumptions about my feelings instead of actually asking me about it?”

“Because I’m not ready to lose you completely if you don’t feel the same.” Fred explains, his eyes filled with guilt “I’d rather get myself crushed by the Whomping Willow than to lose you.”

She rolled her eyes, “What is it with you and wanting to conjure so much injury to yourself.”

“I’m only trying to prove my point.” He grins “I dare say those words because I knew you wouldn’t ever let me get to that point, to hurt myself that severely. You’ve always been my saviour, after all.”

She grins back at the comment. The trouble that’s been plaguing her mind all night dissipates, evaporating into thin air and exchanged into a blissful delight that now sparks every inch of her fibre. For once she could finally embrace the jolt of electricity on her spine and not fight every butterflies exploding in her stomach.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Kiss me?” She asks, baffled at his question “What about her?”

“I dumped her this morning, I couldn’t care less about her.” He snorts, the typical Fred Weasley bravado’s apparent “She could jump off the bridge for all I care. I only want you.”

A proud and satisfied smile creeps to her face as she nods in approval. Fred grins back, the hint of redness on his cheeks still evident as he leans in. She has to quietly pinch herself as their lips touch, making sure that none of the events happening was a dream. Fred was pulling her so close she could feel his heart pounding in a frenzied rhythm inside his chest. This is really happening.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” Fred chuckles as he pulls away “I’ll forever curse my stupidity for having wasted that many years of our lives being a coward.”

“Well you have forever to make up for it.” She smiles, giggling “Now kiss me again or I won’t ever forgive you, Fred Weasley.”

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wol-fica · 1 year

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-𝔹𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕤 ℙ𝕋𝟠-

pairings - wednesdayaddams x fem!elemental!reader

summary - you had feelings, big feelings, and they get the best of your logical decisions

warnings - kissing, fluff, happy wednesday <333333

an - this was really amazing and cute omg

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Wednesday Addams.

Her name was a statement in and of itself, an alluring force to be reckoned with. She was known to be an emotionless, dull, gruesome individual who didn’t give two shits about anyone or anything.

You met her in sophomore year at Nevermore, in botany class. Sitting two seats to the right and one seat up, she was definitely something— her posture straight as a board and her stare just as hard; she had what your dad called “omph”.

Now that “omph” she had, caught your attention; Wednesday was incredibly attractive, her features being almost perfect in your eyes. Someone had told you once that love at first sight wasn’t real, just a fairy tale told by your parents to make you feel better about your future; but when you saw Wednesday, that whole perspective changed.

She made your heart run a mile a minute, your breath hitch at her presence, your stomach fluttering with butterflies as she spoke; she had you wrapped around her finger and she didn’t even know it.

Or did she?

See, Wednesday was someone who hated love, the whole concept of it. Her parents sappiness and public affections had pushed down all of the complexities she could have acquired; instead she is an empty, black canvas.

But for some odd reason, that canvas was changing. Bursts of color had begun to appear, in rapid strokes that splattered around the whole expanse; a painting was being formed within the depths of her heart.

Wednesday was no fool to attraction, she was aware of the feeling. There have been many guys and girls who have caught her eye for a second longer than most, but she’s never been interested in pursuing them. Dating seemed like a waste of time to her, and she could never see herself as being someone else’s girlfriend.

That was until she met you.

You.

You were quite the ubiquitous person, always awake and present whenever anyone spoke to you. A smile was almost always etched onto your face, small dimples could be seen on your cheeks when you grinned.

Wednesday liked your smile, it was a refreshing sight for her. She sometimes would catch herself just gazing at you, her black eyes droopy and hazy as she soaked in the sunny glow you produced; you were her muse.

Soon she realized she was hooked, infatuated with your presence. Your poise and posture was well kept and strong, something that got Wednesday’s heart to stutter, and you were very very serious about your hygiene, in which got her feeling all woozy.

It was the simple things that got her interested, and it was when she decided to sit with you at lunch that you both started into a talking phase.

Your personalities fitted together like puzzle pieces, slotted to finish the final portrait. Gift giving was a love languages you had, one Wednesday had to get used to, and you abused it SO much when you were beginning to be with her.

You had once bought her a pitch-black obsidian handled knife with your initials carved into the side. The blade was made from steel and bone, sharped to be able to slice through flesh like it was butter.

Wednesday asked you to be her girlfriend the next day.

Your relationship skyrocketed to heaven, clouds surrounding you both in your little grey bubble of love. The two of you were so compatible that even Enid was slightly concerned on why you two had never met before.

“Seriously Y/N, it’s so crazy how soft she is with you.” She said one day over breakfast as you watched Wednesday go to get you your favorite food, “I’m slightly worried that you hypnotized her.”

You laughed, shaking your head while turning back to Enid, “I think she is just different with me than with you.”

Enid scoffed, sipping her orange juice daintily as she rolled her eyes. A large, raw steak sat in front of her, untouched and awaiting to be devoured.

“Does she talk murder tactics with you?” She asked, picking up her fork and knife to cut the meat, “Has she told you about shampoo torture?”

“Yep, and the wonderful ways to attack all human nerves at one time.” You replied, smirked at Enid as you both said the answer.

“Lava Bath.”

You both giggled, your voices carrying to where Wednesday stood in the breakfast line. The sound of your laughter filled her ears, and she couldn’t help but quirk a small smile. She loved your voice; the light, summer-y sound was soothing to her.

After grabbing a plate of food, some utensils, and a glass of chocolate milk, she made her way back to where you and Enid. were seated. Her black eyes were trained onto you, carefully watching your every move.

“Oh thank you!” You said happily, taking the plate from her.

“You’re welcome.” She replied whilst placing your drink and utensils down, “I never knew a person could be addicted to french toast, of all dishes.”

You chuckled, bumping your shoulder against hers after she sat down next to you. Her head tilted at the gesture, but she stayed silent and basked in the calmness of your conversation with Enid about how you can control the elements.

“So is it like a feeling? Or a will?”

“No,” You started, sipping your chocolate milk, “It’s more like an understanding between each creature.”

Wednesday buried her nose into her arm, exhaustion clouding over her as she attempted to stay awake. Due to a boring yet long study session, she did not get her usually 6 hours of sleep and instead took a 30 minute nap and stayed up for the rest of the night.

A warm hand rested on her back, rubbing comforting circles into her spine. She turned her head slightly to see you resting your hand on her, your eyes still on Enid as she spoke.

A rush of emotion hit her, a warm, bubbly feeling erupting in her stomach at your affectionate touch. Her face felt hot, and suddenly she had the urge to kiss you.

You both had previously talked about being more intimate with each other, but Wednesday’s stubbornness and her ill-efficient ways of conveying her thoughts on physical affection caused you to never got to try it out.

You had mentioned once that you were interested in slowly growing to that, and would be open to taking as much time as possible until she was ready for that kind of PDA.

The most Wednesday has ever done with you was hold hands, one hug after her second Poe Cup win, and she has permitted a few kisses on her cheek when you were feeling extra loving on valentine’s day.

“And that’s how I can start and stop the rain!” You said confidently, smiling at Enid while still rubbing Wednesday’s back.

“That’s impressive.” Wednesday commented from her slouched position, a small-dazed smile on her face as she stared at you, “You are stunning, cara mía.”

Your face went pink, your lip slipping in between your teeth as you blushed. Enid giggled, putting her hand over her mouth as she laughed at your flustered state.

“Shut up wolf.” You muttered, looking at the ground.

A sudden confidence came over Wednesday, and the next thing she knew, she was grabbing your face and pulling you into a kiss.

Your lips pressed into hers, soft-plump burgundy against slightly chapped and velvety pink. She pulled you closer, one hand on your waist while the other cupped your face. Eventually, your own hands slid to her cheeks to hold her, to touch her in some way.

She was addicting.

Her taste, her smell, her touch, her body language, the way she was so soft with you, the way she chased your lips after you took a breath; it was heavenly.

“Nes..” You mumbled, your voice muffling by Wednesday kissing you yet again.

You were aware of Enid, and you felt bad as this had to be so weird for her, but your focus was on your girlfriends tasteful kissing skills.

“As much as I love…well…love…this is extremely awkward.”

Wednesday pulled back from you, keeping her hands on your waist as she turned to glare at Enid for interrupting her.

“We were being intimate, leave us be.” She stated, rubbing her thumb on your hip.

“It was intense.” Enid sneered, gulping down the last of her orange juice as you blushed.

Wednesday rolled her eyes and pulled you into her lap as you yelped in surprise, your face going even redder than before. Her arms went around your waist to hold you tighter, her chin resting on your shoulder whilst closing her eyes in exhaustion.

“Sleepy?” You asked her, your hand sliding behind her neck to caress her skin.

She hummed, nodding and pulling you closer so she could lean into you. Enid snorted from across the table which made you turn to catch her taking a photo.

You eyed her with a warning look, raising an eyebrow and twitching your head towards Wednesday as if to say, ‘She will skin you alive if she sees that.’

Enid rolled her eyes but smiled, quickly sending you the picture before getting up to throw her food away and probably bother Yoko. You signed, watching her go before sinking back into Wednesday’s surprisingly comfortable hold.

You were with the girl of your dreams.

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*sobbing*

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frozenjokes · 1 month

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More Complications About Love, Polyamory Is Cool, And Like. A Lot Of CubScar Fluff + Hurt/Comfort

‘I’m okay. Gonna stay over with Mumbo for the night, he’s taught me this new card game and I’m crushing him at it. Talk to you tomorrow, promise.’ Accompanying the text was an image of Mumbo laying on the floor next to a messy pile of playing cards, his hands firmly over his eyes.

Cub couldn’t stop staring. He probably should have responded by now, but he found himself stuck, eyes glued to the softly glowing screen in his dim room, fingers tense around his phone. And it wasn’t that he thought Grian was lying, or anything along those lines, Cub believed him, but this, the text he’d been anticipating for what felt like endless hours (thirty minutes, in reality), was supposed to make him feel better. To fix him. To stop him from feeling so shit. Grian was okay, he was with a friend. Cub was proud, deeply, unbelievably proud that Grian had sought Mumbo out in the first place, and not just because Cub knew how badly Grian missed him, how badly he wanted to reconnect. He was proud because Grian had been challenged; by what, Cub still didn’t know, but he had clearly been upset, and instead of self-destructing, Grian had made a conscious effort to find someone that could help. That could meet his needs.

‘I’m glad you’re okay. Call me in the morning.’ Cub sighed, sending the text before he could back track. See? That wasn’t so hard. But he didn’t stop staring. At the words, at the picture. He didn’t move at all.

He wasn’t used to this. Not being enough.

And what a stupid, selfish thing to be upset about, really, Cub felt sick to his stomach just thinking about it, but he was upset, because he wasn’t enough, and Grian didn’t want to- Grian couldn’t come to him anymore for every problem he was having. Grian wouldn’t come to him for anything having to do with HotGuy. It all just made Cub feel like he had made the wrong choice.

Whatever had set Grian off tonight, it had to have been due to HotGuy. Cub couldn’t think of anything else. Any other reason why Grian wouldn’t come home.

Had Grian felt this way? When Scar had first approached Cub, showering him in attention, making him feel good quite frankly, and soft and warm and playful. Cub liked having Scar trailing at his heels, pining like a little girl, kicking his feet and drawing hearts around Cub’s name and looking at him like there was no one else in the world he’d rather love. That in itself was insane, Cub could not fathom why Scar was so infatuated with him, but after he stopped trying to make sense of him, it just started to be fun. Cub liked to play Scar’s little game, to see the soft look of dejection when Cub ignored an advance or didn’t laugh at a joke, or the way Scar’s face lit up when Cub paid him the smallest of compliments; Scar was just adorable, period. And he was patient too- Scar knew that Cub knew Scar was smitten, but there was no rush, no pressure, and Scar never failed to be delighted with whatever Cub felt like giving on any given day. At least, that’s how Scar came off; for all Cub knew, Scar could be getting frustrated, or was unhappy with the pace of their growing relationship, but Cub really didn’t think so. Scar was just so happy. So genuine. In any case, Cub was pretty sure if Scar didn’t say every thought that ran through his head out loud at least ten times he would explode. If Scar wasn’t happy, Cub would know.

And Grian had watched. He said his peace plenty, enough for Cub to know very explicitly how much he didn’t love what was happening here, but Cub had thought that was all because Grian didn’t like HotGuy, not because Grian loved him.

Cub considered himself an independent person. He was proud of his independence, of enjoying his own company, of needing little outside support to keep him happy and healthy. He liked that about himself. All of this made him feel entirely more pathetic for being so dependent on Grian. For not even realizing until he was stuck staring at a stupid text from stupid Grian with stupid Mumbo having a great time without him after fixing all the problems that Cub couldn’t solve because Cub couldn’t be right for everything- he couldn’t always be there.

And he KNEW that. He KNEW it was good for Grian to make more friends, to have more support systems to lean on, to have more options when times got tough, and he needed someone to turn to. Which made it all the more frustrating that Cub was still SO UPSET. Was he so much of a control freak? Maybe he just needed to throw a little fit. To be a complete baby and then stop being a baby and start being normal about his friend having other friends.

So Cub did just that, thrashing around in his bed and punching the mattress and yelling into his pillow until he collapsed face down, limp. Well. He didn’t feel better but that was a little fun. And he wasn’t looking at his phone.

He didn’t remember feeling this way so strongly about Micah. Though, in all honesty, Cub didn’t really think about Micah very much at all. He had noticed when Grian had started complaining about HotGuy less. But Cub had also been getting annoyed, particularly when he felt like he couldn’t be honest about his own feelings. All Grian’s feathers would puff up and he’d get a bit red in the face, and those weren’t conscious actions, but it made talking about HotGuy more like a chore. Maybe he’d been so relieved that Grian’s ire was being funneled elsewhere, he simply didn’t care. And no, Cub shouldn’t have to listen to Grian drag Scar for hours and hours if he didn’t want to, but he just wished the price wasn’t.. this.

Again, Cub wondered if he made the right choice. Choosing Scar, even when Grian wanted him to pursue this. When Grian insisted that this would be good for them (he was probably right), that he had his own things going on. With Micah. Mm. Grian had seemed to like it when Cub discovered Jealousy in that dusty old storage room, and in a way, it was a little bit fun in the context of their kiss, to have that longing, that want, but it was a little less fun now, the idea of Grian simply not being single all the time forever just a little bit terrifying.

And that was normal. Jealousy was a normal, human feeling, one that Cub didn’t have to feel bad about. He knew that perfectly well. But along with the pile of other things Cub knew, that didn’t exactly stop him from Feeling anyway. And it wasn’t a big deal. He would get over it. But he wasn’t so confident he could just ‘get over’ Grian, and that wouldn’t be fair to Scar. Cub groaned into his hands. He was not looking forward to that conversation. Hi Scar. Before things move any further, I just need you to know the thing that I learned about myself yesterday, being that I may be hopelessly inseparable from my roommate that hates you. Sorry for leading you on. I had no idea. But you probably won’t believe that. And I wouldn’t blame you.

Yeah.. Cub and HotGuy probably wouldn’t be talking anymore after that conversation. Well that would solve his current dilemma at least. But then he’d be down a friend, and that would suck. Cub didn’t have many of those, and he really did like HotGuy.

Beside him, Cub’s phone buzzed, an incoming call. Speak of the devil. Well, Cub wasn’t going to sleep anytime soon anyway. He picked up the phone, and didn’t even get to say hello before Scar spoke.

“HI! Can I meet you?”

Cub winced away, turning down the volume by several notches. Processing the words, he thought for a moment. Fuck it. Why not? “Yeah. Come over.”

Whatever noise of surprise Scar made caught over the speaker, and Cub probably would have laughed if he wasn’t so doom and gloom right now, “Is- Is Grian home? I uh- I probably shouldn’t-”

“Grian’s staying with a friend tonight.” Cub interrupted, firm. ‘He needed space from me,’ was left unsaid, but the thought still burned low in his chest. “I would like it if you came over. I could use the company. Having a bit of a crisis.”

“Say no more!” Scar couldn’t have sounded more delighted, though there was a lilt to the edge of his voice that bordered on crazed, “I’m having my own Moment though I wouldn’t call it a crisis. I feel good! I feel good.” Scar said, in the voice of someone who was definitely also going through it. Cub could feel his restless energy through the phone, finding it the slightest bit infectious. This was dangerous, he could already tell.

Cub opened his mouth to ask about Grian, but snapped it shut, suddenly not wanting to know. “Great. See you soon.”

Suddenly feeling restless, Cub got to his feet. He just wanted to move, but felt a little stupid walking in circles, so he started tidying up a bit, and that felt good. He wasn’t a messy person, at least, not as messy as Grian was, but his room could definitely get away from him sometimes, which only made times like these where he sat and sulked feel worse. This was good. Very good. For about the hundredth time this week, he wished he had fireworks, or the materials to make them. Not exactly easy when they were illegal in the state. Maybe he could take a train or something out of state to buy some. That would probably be a waste of money. Who cared?

Scar eventually texted to be buzzed in, and Cub did so, Scar showing up and knocking at his door less than a minute later. It took Cub a moment to realize that something was off, but he stumbled back in his surprise, unsure if he should cover his eyes, “Scar! Your- Your mask-“

“You’d better believe it!” Scar threw a wild grin, inviting himself inside and kicking the door closed behind him, “I’m done! I’m free! Who cares if the world sees my face- I don’t care anymore! I want them to see! I want- I want you to see! This is me, Cub, no masks, no facades. Nice to meet you, I’m Scar. Also known as HotGuy. Also known as Micah by some, though not many. Micah has quite a few names.”

“You- I’m not so sure this is a good idea-“ Cub cut himself off, gaping at that last little tidbit of information, “Micah!? Oh- oh. You know, my evening makes a lot more sense now. I never did meet him, did I?”

“And you never will! Micah is dead. DEAD! I killed him. Gone. I hate Micah. Dead.” Scar made a dramatic stomping motion in his enthusiasm, then a few more times, sufficiently killing that alter ego, apparently, “And I hate HotGuy too. I’d kill him if it wasn’t my job. Maybe I still will! Maybe I’ll just quit! I hate all of it! I’m starting over.”

Cub was beginning to think whatever ‘Moment’ Scar was having, it was a little bit bigger than his own. “Can you.. Is this like- You know, maybe I’m misunderstanding how you can just stop having a civilian identity. Are you just.. going to be HotGuy all the time?”

“No! I won’t be HotGuy at all! Dead!”

“Uhm.” Cub fidgeted with his hands, though Scar didn’t seem to notice, pacing around his living room, “Then.. Who do you want to be? Should I call you something different?”

“Call me Scar! Just Scar. That’s not HotGuy’s name, it’s my name, and I don’t know who me is yet, but tonight we’re going to figure it out!” Scar snapped around, eyes bright. In a terrifying lunge forward, he grabbed Cub’s hands, but Scar looked so genuinely enthusiastic, Cub found it difficult to mind. “Do you like my face?”

Cub couldn’t help but laugh, something soft, “I do. The scars suit you, even if they’re covered up most of the time.”

“I like your face too! Can I kiss you?”

“Maybe later,” Cub smiled, and Scar beamed, releasing Cub’s hands to return to his pacing.

“Well, let’s go back to the basics then, yeah? Who is Scar..” he trailed off, eyes narrowed. They were green, Cub noticed. He’d never actually known. But he didn’t get much time to examine the other previously obscured details when Scar perked up, snapping his fingers, “Scar doesn’t have legs! Can I take these off?”

“Uh-“ It took Cub a moment to realize what Scar was actually talking about, then with a jolt he said, “Yeah, man, do whatever makes you comfortable, I don’t care.”

“Oh! Good idea! That might help, so uncomfortable all the time,” Scar trailed off in a bit of a grumble before beginning to mess with his pants- okay, yeah, sure, just right here, that was fine.

“Do you want to-“ Cub had to think for a moment for the right word in his slight panic, “-change- in my room or a bathroom or something? A little more privacy?”

“Nope!” Scar said brightly, missing Cub’s discomfort entirely, “This is just fine!” Regardless, Cub not-so-subtly turned away; this wasn’t even the first time Scar had taken off his legs around him or anything, this just felt a little vulnerable is all, and Cub wasn’t quite expecting Scar to just plop right down on the floor and start messing with his clothes- really, he could have at least sat on the couch, but apparently the precious seconds it would take to sidle over there were too much in Scar’s brain.

After a minute or so Scar ‘whooped!’ and Cub turned around to see him doing somersaults in his boxers. He wondered absently how many noise complaints he’d gotten tonight, but Scar’s grin was so wide, so joyful, and suddenly he wasn’t all that concerned. If Scar wanted to roll around like a crack raccoon then so be it. Let him have his moment.

“Pick me up!” Scar seemed to materialize at his feet (fuck he was fast-) staring up with those doe eyes of his and- no, Cub wasn’t going to-

“I don’t know if that’s a great idea,” he said instead, nicer.

Scar scoffed, “You’re not going to hurt me. I’ll have you know I’m at least top five on the list of Least Fragile People in this city, and let me tell you, that’s a high bar.”

“Trust me, I do not think you’re fragile. I think you’re heavy, and I’m not very strong. I’ll probably pull a muscle or something and then drop you, and I don’t care if you care if you’re dropped, I do not want to.”

“I’m not heavy! I’m like- I’m like 180lbs, maybe, and like most of that is leg. Trust.”

“That is just not true. Your prosthetics do not weigh nearly that much, I doubt they even weigh more than an actual leg.”

“Bleh.” Scar furrowed his brow pointedly, sticking out his tongue.

“No, no, not bleh. Bleh you. You might not be fragile, but I am.”

“Cub!” Scar announced, puffing out his chest, “I want to be held! I demand that you hold me! Scar wants to be held, you wouldn’t refuse the newly rebirthed Scar, would you?”

“I absolutely would,” Cub chuckled, stepping around him, and Scar released the most affronted gasp Cub had heard from anyone in his entire life, following close behind.

“I will climb you!”

“You- no you will not!” Cub stumbled in a pathetic little jump away, but Scar gave chase, his grin sharp, “Scar! I do not have a belt on!”

“You better run then, because I’m coming!”

“that’swhatshesaid.”

Scar just gaped at him for a moment of genuine shock, staring utterly stupidly up at him like he didn’t know whether to be angry or impressed. Scar shut his mouth. Then opened it again. “CUB!”

Cub laughed, open and full, but Scar began his attack with a vengeance, snagging at the leg of Cub’s sweatpants just too late as Cub hopped away. With a little more terror, Cub leapt in the other direction, Scar howling at his knees as they looped around the couch. Scar was fast, terrifying so, and Cub was not pretending when he skidded around the kitchen table, slipped when Scar looped the other way, and scrambled off his knees just as Scar’s hand slipped off his ankle. Just then, Cub got the impression Scar might be the one going easy on him, but he was not about to test that theory, tearing away to the couch and jumping gracelessly over the back.

“You think I can’t get up there, Cub?” Scar sneered, having too much fun as he snaked around the side, but Cub was ready, nailing him with the heaviest cushion off the seat. Scar squeaked, falling off balance with a gentle oof, and Cub wasted no time snatching another pillow from the sofa and beating him with it. Scar squealed, laughing, and Cub did not relent, not until Scar stopped fighting, not until he was sure the other was tired. This did not happen. Apparently Scar didn’t just ‘get tired.’ Well. Cub did.

So he stopped, replacing the cushion and pillow to their rightful places before falling back on the couch, letting his head hang back. After a minute or two, Scar pulled himself off the floor, and Cub side-eyed him as he poked his head around the side. Not unlike a cat, Scar seemed eager to test his luck, tie toeing (on his fucking fingers, christ, what a gloat) forward near the empty seat, then a little closer to Cub’s legs.

“I could use some help.. getting up..” Scar said, piteous as he glanced up from his place on the floor. He shifted his weight on his hands, looking lost, actor that he was.

“You can do it.” Now Cub really felt like he was talking to a cat. Though, if he was, the cat would be a hell of a lot more convincing than the grown ass man pittering on his floor. Scar did give it his best shot though, engaging in a staring contest that he was never going to win, giving up, whining a little, pushing his head pathetically against the couch cushion, then finally, pulling himself up without issue. “There you go,” Cub mumbled, and Scar lit up, decidedly missing that Cub was teasing.

“Anyone sitting here?” Scar gestured vaguely, and Cub snorted despite himself. Scar took this as a solid no, and sidled his way right at Cub’s side, leaning a little awkwardly to rest his head on Cub’s shoulder. Cub let his own head fall on Scar’s. It would probably be more comfortable for the both of them to do this the other way around; Scar had a good couple inches on him after all, but he seemed content regardless, and who was Cub to deny him anything.

“Hey,” Scar looked up after a minute, gently curious. You know, Cub was starting to agree with him about the mask thing. Look at those eyes..

“Hi,” he said, one too many moments later, “Whatcha need?”

“Oh, I mean,” Scar looked startled, like he wasn’t prepared for Cub to guess he had a question, “I mean, when we were talking over the phone, you said you weren’t doing well. You okay?”

Cub sighed, not entirely sure how to answer the question, so he took a moment to close his eyes, think about it. “Dunno. I feel alright now. Don’t want to ruin the mood or anything, we don’t have to talk about it.”

“I’d like to hear if you want to share. Is it about Grian?” Scar asked like he knew, and Cub couldn’t help but squirm. Of course it was. Who else? What else?

“A little bit,” he said, carefully, but caved as he felt Scar’s eyebrows raise against his neck, “Yes. But you don’t want to hear about Grian, and this is stupid anyway. I’ll get over it.”

“I do actually, and I mean that, I did want to talk about him- not-” Scar must have felt Cub slump, or maybe heard the roiling in his stomach, “-not bad! I mean, I’m sure you know we had a bit of a talk tonight, a heart to heart if you will, and it was nice, though ended a bit abruptly, which. My bad.”

“I didn’t.” Cub pushed the words out through gritted teeth, suddenly overcome with the striking feeling he might cry. Damn. It had been awhile, hadn’t it.. Cub couldn’t even remember. Maybe he was due. Not here though, not on Scar, for goodness’ sake. “I figured.. I mean, I knew a bit more clearly when you showed up, but.. I didn’t know. He didn’t want to tell me.” Cub felt his heart rattling in his lungs, shaking his ribs. God, he didn’t want to do this, not now.

Scar hummed, a quiet understanding. He took his time before he answered, eyes distant across the room, staring right through the wall. “Well, Grian wanted to meet me to talk about a couple things. He wanted to tell me a bit about his past, all those little escapades he’s embarked on while he’s been unemployed. He wanted to show me he could be honest, I think. That he wanted to be honest with me. Be- uh- nicer to me.”

“Did he..” Cub mumbled, unhappiness churning in his chest. Logic didn’t seem to matter anymore, whether it was any of Cub’s business or not, all he could think about were the things Grian wasn’t telling him. And that was so selfish- so unfair! He and Grian had just had a massive heart to heart yesterday, and a lovely afternoon- why was he being so awful. Grian didn’t have to tell him anything. Especially not wanting to talk to Scar, that was his own damn business.

“He did,” Scar said, kindly. “And he told me he was in love with you. That you loved him back, but that you two had decided it might be better to branch out, to see where that takes you.”

For a moment, Cub was okay. And then everything fell apart. The dam broke, and he was sobbing, wretched and cold, holding himself in a vice. Scar’s head lifted from his shoulder, and gently, so gently, he pulled Cub into a loose hug, a suggestion of comfort, one that Cub could leave without issue. He didn’t. He didn’t want to lose this.

“I’m sorry,” Cub choked on the words, and felt Scar’s fingers graze his scalp, carding through his hair, and he sobbed harder, harder under love so kind.

“You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“I didn’t- I didn’t know. I’ve led you on. I’ve led you on, and I’m not even good for Grian either, ‘cause I can’t leave him the fuck alone! I want everything, I want everything and I have no right. And I still- I still like you.”

“That’s okay, Cub.”

Cub balled his fists around his own shirt, arms still locked across his chest, “You don’t have to say it just because. I don’t like it. Tell me how you feel or not at all.”

“Well,” Scar was painfully undeterred, voice light, “I think you’re going through something. I think you and Grian have been very close for a long while, and you’ve endured so much together, it makes sense that you’re used to sharing everything, yeah?”

“But I- I don’t even want to hear it half the time. I don’t really care about the asshole that always cuts the lines in the grocery store and I hated it when he’d go on and on about you- I hated it! I didn’t want to hear it! But I still- I can’t stand it that he’s just not telling me anymore! He’s finding other people, and that’s good, it’s so good, and I just can’t be happy.”

Scar considered him carefully, taking his time. “I mean, things are changing, aren’t they? Doesn’t matter if the change is for the better or for the worse most of the time. It fucking sucks. This is painfully trivial, I know, but I throw a fit whenever they go and update my uniform. Either to change up the design or remake it with stronger, safer materials; it drives me completely crazy! I hate it, and then I get used to it, and sometimes even then I’m not super happy, but it’s not always bad. Might even be a good thing, even if you don’t know it yet. Maybe you do know it’s for the best, but you still gotta throw a little fit because AUGH this SUCKS. Y’know? You’re not an asshole, Cub, you’re just human. Funny thing about humans too, is that they can love more than one person at the same time. Again, it’s not a sin.”

“Feels bad,” Cub mumbled, unable to say much else.

Scar laughed, and no matter how hard Cub tried to find it, there was no hollowness there, “Well I hope at least I can make you feel a little bit better about one of those things. I have a plan. I am not so easily deterred, Sir Cub!”

“If you have to tell me you have a plan before you say the actual thing, I feel like you’re about to say something stupid and are trying to brace me for it.”

“I..” Scar drew the word out, looking equal parts mischievous as he looked excited, “am going to court Grian.”

Cub jolted up, so surprised he let go of his arms, “You’re going to what?”

“I think you heard me. Listen, G and I had a rocky start, everyone could see it! He didn’t like me because I liked you, and I didn’t like him because he’s an asshole-”

“Grian hasn’t liked you for years, his behavior was not just-”

Scar ignored Cub entirely, continuing on like he hadn’t heard, “But in the end, we’re really only after the same thing, yeah? Now, now, we’re both adults I’d say, so why are we fighting, really? I’m asking, why fight?” Cub could have answered that question in a dozen different ways Scar would have hated, so instead he kept his mouth shut, “So I’m saying, if everyone wants a piece of you,” Scar draped his arms across Cub’s shoulders, smirking as he leaned in close and blood rushed to Cub’s cheeks, “Why not share?”

Cub longed to retort, bite back, anything to offset the amount of flustered he was feeling right now, but he couldn’t find the words, only managing a quiet, “Okay,” though Scar was far from done, gazing at him through narrowed eyes.

“Close your eyes, imagine it for me,” the words were barely whispered, and there was no reason to be any louder, “All of us, sitting here. Grian’s behind you, holding you loosely at your waist, his legs around yours. I’m up front, back against your chest, just like this,” Scar moved, and Cub did not stop him, allowing the picture to be painted. Scar let him breathe for a moment, then continued, “We’re all relaxed, watching a movie maybe, but none of us are really watching. We’re tired, separately, from work, just enjoying each other’s company. The feeling of our breathing together is all that really matters.” Scar leaned back, letting his weight fall entirely on Cub’s chest.

“Grian lets his head fall against your neck, not on purpose really, that’s just what’s closest, and he kisses you gently, hardly any thought behind it. Just a reminder that he’s there, as if you’d forget. I’d feel his breath, and I’d look back, y’know, to see what the fuss is about, and I’d see Grian there brainless and adorable and I’d turn around and bite him right on the nose and just instantly everything is thrown into chaos. Grian starts squawking and flailing but his ass isn’t going anywhere, not when he’s being crushed into the sofa by the weight of two big guys! I turn around,” Scar stops for a moment to do so, chest to chest with Cub’s soft chuckling, “And I’m just teasing him because he can’t get out, and he can’t attack me without hurting you too, so he’s just thrashing uselessly which is hilarious until you start getting annoyed, and without even a word of warning you start getting up, and suddenly we’re both panicking because we don’t want that! We were so comfortable! But you don’t give a fuck, because you’re heartless and cold and eat rocks so you leave and then we’re sad.”

“I eat rocks?”

“Well since you asked so nicely for a better ending, I suppose I can give you one,” Scar sighed, and Cub rolled his eyes, saying nothing, “You start to get up, but after Grian and I’s mutual panic, we work together to convince you to stay, and we try not to fight for the rest of the night. If we do start something though, we make sure you’re sufficiently trapped, Grian straddling you with his legs and me laying right on top of you so we can battle it out in peace.”

“What I’m learning from this is that I should never be in the middle.” Cub paused, considering this, “Well, I guess I could if you were behind me and Grian was in front. No legs, and it doesn't matter how much he flaps, Grian’s not weighing anyone down.”

“You’d be surprised! CuteGuy’s got a pretty fierce pin if he really wants to hold you down. Mostly because he’s sharp everywhere though. Listen, Grian is strong, but I overpower him anyday. Hey- does this mean you’re on board?”

Cub laughed softly, enjoying the proximity of Scar’s sudden excitement, “If you can manage this, then please, be my guest to try.”

“Oh I will. I will. HotGuy can pull anyone.”

Cub barked a short laugh, shaking his head, “You better not tell him that. He’ll take it as a challenge.”

“I won’t, but seriously, I know that Grian has the capacity to like me. He liked Micah! Came right onto him the first time they met, though, I am willing to believe Grian might’ve attached himself to anyone that night. How lucky! It’s such a small world, isn’t it? Regardless, I am so his type. I can tell. Oh, I might have told him actually he wasn’t my type. Hm. Hopefully he doesn’t remember that. Like- it’s not that I don’t think he’s cute-”

“Oh my god, Scar.”

“Don’t say it! I would totally one hundred percent be down to clown with Grian, alright? He’s so much better when he’s not being a dick to me! I really do like him! Like- like like, I don’t know yet, but dating isn’t about loving someone right away, it’s about fucking around and finding out, and boy do I want to find out. This is going to be so fun.”

“You say that like you won’t crumble if you get rejected.”

“I won’t get rejected.”

“That’s what I thought.”

“Hey! You know when I said Grian liked Micah, I meant it. He was totally into him.”

Cub snorted, rolling his eyes. “I’m aware.”

“Wait- really? Did he talk about me? What did he say?”

“You are terrible. Seriously.”

“Is it a crime to want to know? Come on, please? This is relevant, important information! Especially after the whole fiasco that was tonight, goodness. This might be a bit of a setback, but that’s alright. We’ll talk about it. But if I know what Grian likes about Micah, then we can get this show on the road even faster! What do you say?”

“I don’t think anything I say to you will be helpful.”

“Well- whatever! Okay, maybe I just want to know for the sake of it, is that what you want to hear? Grian spends 90% of his time actively trying to make my life harder, can you blame me?”

“I guess you’re right,” Cub mused, restituating a bit on the couch so he could lay down, Scar settled nicely on top, “Well, I think he liked to keep Micah and I a bit separate, at least to me, so he didn’t talk about you too much. But he really appreciated the way you brought him in, like, probably more than you’ll ever know. And he didn’t say that to me, but I know Grian, I can tell. He gets a certain way. He’ll never forget that, never. In general, he liked you because you were kind. Because you didn’t run at the first sign of trouble, because Grian is trouble, and he knows it, so he’s pretty wary of people that.. I don’t know. He likes to test people, try and make them uncomfortable, see if they flinch and pull away. And he didn’t have to test you, you saw him right at his worst and treated him like a human being, even after knowing about the CuteGuy stuff. That’s all he really wants. To be treated normally. Fairly. Obviously you checked all his boxes. It helped that Micah was fucking weird with all that fae stuff too, Grian can’t really get behind anyone who isn’t at least a little crazy. It makes him feel comfortable.”

Scar nodded, looking very much like he wanted to know more and doing an extremely poor job of hiding it. Cub chuckled to himself.

“I know you probably want specifics, but I don’t have many. You were right though, he was pretty into you. Mentioned trying to pursue something romantically, just see where it goes. That’s a little awkward now of course, and probably the main reason he was so upset. I mean.. I don’t know, I wasn’t there, but I’m sure that freaked him out big time. And I don’t blame him.”

“I.. didn’t know that. I mean. I knew he found me attractive, but I didn’t consider he was romantically interested- ah, you know, this makes a little more sense. I really wasn’t trying to spur anything on though, I mean, obviously Micah couldn’t just go around dating people.”

Cub raised an eyebrow, disbelieving. “Really. You did nothing to spur him on.”

“Wh- No?? Why are you talking like that?”

“Scar.”

“Cub!”

Cub sighed deeply through his nose, unsure if he should be frustrated or just exasperated. “Scar, I believe in quite some detail you told Grian exactly how you’d take his virginity. Tomorrow night, actually. You don’t see any way that could have sparked anything.”

Scar sat up, an alarming amount of surprise coloring his face, “I- it was not like that.”

“Well to Grian it was very much ‘like that,’ and I didn’t get many details, but the way he described it, it sounded a bit to me that it was ‘like that’ as well. Dumbass.”

“Hey! Okay, so maybe I went into a bit of detail, but that was only because I was trying to show him that Micah isn’t- he’s not good for first times, okay? I gotta keep the prosthetics on, and it’s pretty obvious up close, and even touching them it’s obvious it’s not real skin. I also told him very explicitly I was a last resort! I did not want to fuck Grian! He was just so damn pent up and I was getting so pissed at him I had to do something!”

“Are. You’re serious. That’s why you were going to take him out.”

“Yes! Yes, and he knew it! I told him! If he chose to ignore me then that is sufficiently a him problem. He was bugging the shit out of me! Though, what he ended up doing instead was probably a lot better. Y’know, talking about your feelings and stuff. You don’t think he’s upset about our Thursday plans not happening anymore, do you?”

“I very much do think he is!”

Scar let his head fall on Cub’s chest. “Fuuuuuck.”

“I would say so.”

“I told him. I told him though. I told him it wasn’t glamorous. Why did he go and glamorize it. That’s not. He might have hated it. I don’t even love it.”

“You are an idiot.”

“You think he’d still be down for tomorrow though? I mean, I could give him a much better time now that he knows who I am. I- You’re looking at me like I’m saying something stupid right now.”

“I can not believe you.”

“I’ll shelve that then.” Scar yawned, nestling his head close to Cub’s chin. Cub sighed. It was getting pretty late, wasn’t it. And he was tired too, his eyes- damn, he forgot how that felt. It really had been too long since he’d had a good cry.. Alright.

“Let’s get to bed, then. You can stay, but I’m waking you up when I go to work in the morning. You need to be out of here before Grian comes home, and I mean it, if for some ungodly reason he comes home before 8 AM, you’re going out the window.”

“I can swing that.” Scar settled, then seemed alarmed when Cub began to move, “Wait- where are you going?”

“To bed.”

“Not- you don’t just want to sleep here?”

“No. I need to charge my phone. And piss. And you’re too warm. And I want my pillow. And this will get uncomfortable in like fifteen minutes.” Cub continued to sit up, Scar whining as he slid off.

“You’re mean. And hard to please.”

“There isn’t a single person that can compete with my bed,” Cub got to his feet, leaving Scar to mope face down on the couch. Walking away, he paused briefly, glancing at the floor where Scar’s prosthetics had been discarded. “Want me to get your legs?”

“Yes please,” Scar grumbled into the couch, and Cub smiled, bending over to collect them.

“Goodnight then. If you ever decide to join me, will you shut the light off on your way out?” At an inaudible grunt from Scar, which Cub assumed to be a yes, he left the room, bringing Scar’s legs with him.

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galactic-cumslut · 1 year

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bleed magic

this was originally titled heavy metal heart but anyways here’s some evil!rick bc i love men who are totally irredeemable,, i hope it’s not obvious i didn’t know where i was going with this..bc i didn’t

rick is a mean dom, slave/master dynamics, afab reader, lots of degrading, cockwarming, exhibitionism , he just wants to show off his power be frl

you liked to think you had an ounce of pride in your body. it was just a thought though. in reality you had none left. he made sure of that.

“c-c-come to me pet. on your knees immediately”. he had said,long legs spread on his throne. his eyes bore into you daring you to refuse him.

instantly you fell to your knees, awaiting your next command.

“what an obedient slut, look at me a stick out your tongue”.

you wanted to resist. anyone could walk in at any time and see you in such a vulnerable state-being used by your lord. the teasing would surely kill you if the sheer embarrassment didn’t first.

a sharp smack to your face threw you back into reality. you hesitated. one thing rick doesn’t stand for is hesitation, once he gives an order he expects it fulfilled immediately.

“are you de-deaf or something, bitch? or do i need to s-spell every little thing out for you, jesus christ you’re stupid. tongue out. eyes on me”.

fear overcame you and you did as you were told. you expected him to insert his fingers inside your mouth but instead he leaned down and spit directly onto your tongue.

“swallow”. he commanded.

as shocked as you were you quickly swallowed. if wanting to be hit again.

rick seemed pleased with you eating up the fear in your eyes.

“there we gooo, all it takes is a little discipline with you huh”? he stroked your cheek gently and you willing lean into his touch. “you just want to be a good little slave for your master hmm”?

rick was almost never gentle with you so of course you were quick to answer. eager to receive more praise. “yes sir”.

“of course you do my darling little cum slut. on your feet at once”.

he offered you his hand as to help you up from the uncomfortable position between his legs.

“i’m going to explain what’s going to happen and you’re going to listen closely”.

you nodded, almost eager to hear what he had up your sleeve.

“the council is coming for a visit very soon and since you’re my most obedient servant you’re going to be shown off. it’ll asset dominance as well as keep attention on me”.

again you nodded, unsure of what he meant by his words. usually he didn’t allow the council anywhere near his lair. ‘what could have changed’ you thought.

“you have one job y/n. you’re going to sit still and stay quiet. your only duty is to look pretty”.

———————-

“welcome council of ricks. i trust you have all been briefed about the reason you are here”. rick bellowed , addressing the six other versions of him sitting in his court.

you in the other hand were in another world of bliss, sitting atop his cock infront of so many men.

less than an hour ago you were worried about someone walking in on you and your master. oh how things have changed. the many eyes locked onto your body-it gave you a feeling of power.

the feeling of his cock twitching inside you was enough to have you drooling. you did your best to sit up straight and smile.you didn’t want to disappoint your master after all.

as if he could read your mind he bucked his hips up slightly causing you to gasp in a mix of surprise and pleasure. “be a good girl infront of the other ricks and you’ll get a biiiig reward”. he whispered in your ear, nipping at your lobe.

“shall we conduct business”?

the group became silence and focused their eyes on rick…or they tried to as you stole their attention away from whatever brining speech rick had planned up.

“i understand that you’re all infatuated with my newest plaything” he started, a crazed grin spread king across his face. “give me what i ask and she is all yours”. fuck his speech, you were a much better bargaining chip.

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the entertainer ✧ 2

✧ reader x seokjin, ft. yoongi

✧ summary: In need of some real cash, you take a job as a dancer in your city's most notorious strip club. You’re making your own hours, raking in a good amount of money, and feeling sexy while you do it. Everything was fine as long as you kept your work life and your personal life separated.But when a handsome stranger shows up one night you find it difficult to maintain the balance.Jin is a gorgeous, rich, and–taken man. But one look from you on that stage has him spellbound. He knows he’s got no business coming back to the club, but there’s something about you that makes him want more than just a private dance. . .

✧ genre: strangers to lovers; angst; smut; fluff; 18+

✧ content/warnings: 18+, rich/ceo!jin, fuckboy!yoongi, stripper!reader, college!au, songfic, pov shifts, based on summer walker’s last days of summer album, loosely inspired by pretty woman, slow burn, smut, pining, mutual pining, love triangle, romantic suspense, cursing, dirty talk, explicit sex, oral sex, fingering, aftercare

✧ a/n: this is an old fic I wrote under my prev pseudo @jeonsweetheart that I put on hiatus as noted in this lovely banner by @kookdiaries. however recently I’ve found some love for my old pieces so I decided to try writing it again. If by some miracle your someone who’s read this story in the past lol I’ve edited some details to fit the narrative better but other than that, I’m continuing with the story as is! this isn’t beta’d and since I haven’t done a series in a while I’m actually pretty nervous reposting this so if u like it pls stop by my inbox or drop a comment I’d really appreciate it :)

✧ soundtrack: girls need love—summer walker

✧ word count: 9k

♪ So what’s a girl to do when she needs loving too... ♪

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[2:06am] Yoongi: You up?

You squinted at your phone, reading the message in the dark as the blue light shined on your face. You liked Yoongi; you really did. But more and more, you noticed he’d formed a habit of messaging you late at night. Only at night.

He’d brush you off when you attempted to hang out with him outside of work in the daytime, then later hit you up when it was convenient for him. You were starting to hate him for that and yourself because you let him get away with it.

Well, not tonight, you told yourself. I’m not gonna play that game. You put your phone on DO NOT DISTURB, returned it to your nightstand, and buried yourself in your sheets. You lay in bed feeling empty inside; you liked Yoongi, but you didn’t like this. Feeling so desperate for him all the time it was stupid and embarrassing.

Is that what love is?

You didn’t know. You’d never been in love before. Not really. Sure, you had crushes, mild infatuations, and situationships galore, but nothing like this—not this dull ache in your chest. If what you felt for Yoongi was love, then as much as you hated to admit it, maybe it was unrequited, and Hyuna was right.

Love had to be better than going to bed alone, feeling so cold and numb even though you were covered by a blanket.

You hoped she was wrong.

You wanted to be more to him than a few stolen kisses in the night and a body to hold. But as much as you wanted him to take your relationship seriously—to take you seriously—you could never risk asking him for more. To ask would be to give him all the power, and Yoongi already had enough control over you.

It wasn’t always like this. There used to be a time when you had all Yoongi’s attention.

You were so nervous coming into the club the first time. Back then, you still weren’t fully comfortable with stripping. But you had just started school, and though you already had a job bussing tables, you were still so very broke, and those bills wouldn’t pay themselves.

So you sucked up all your inhibitions and made yourself audition. You don’t know how Yoongi saw you in that crowded room. There were so many girls, certainly some more eye-catching than you, but he managed to catch you in the corner having a minor panic attack.

“You need to breathe.”

“Huh? Sorry, did you say something?” You blinked, taking in the appearance of the handsome stranger before you. On any other day, his intense eyes would have made you swoon. But that day, you were too caught up in your thoughts, worried about the worst possible outcomes of your getting up on stage. It’d been a long time since you danced for anyone besides yourself, and somehow, you were convinced you would mess up. Trip over your heels or forget a part of your routine.

“I said, you need to breathe. You look like you’re holding your breath. Are you that nervous?”

Yes, yes, you were.

You smiled weakly at him, clutching the water bottle in your hands. “I don’t even know what I’m doing here. I don’t think I can do this.” Your eyes flitted towards the exit.

“You’re here now, so you might as well go through with the audition. Don’t stop halfway.”

God, you thought, were you that obvious?

“What if I fuck it up?”

“Then you fuck it up. But that’d still be better than not trying at all.”

You remember being shocked at his response. But the more you thought about it, the more it made sense. Yeah, so what if you fucked it up? You didn’t know these people. Worse scenario, you wouldn’t get in and leave a little embarrassed, but no one would know about your private failure except for this handsome stranger.

You must have taken too long to respond because shortly after his blunt advice, Yoongi apologized.

“Sorry. . . I’m not that good at pep talks.”

“No, it’s okay. I don’t know why, but that actually helped.”

Yoongi’s eyes widened. Just a bit. Just enough for you to know your response surprised him. “Uh, good. You’ll be fine.”

“Thanks,” you said. Then thoughtfully, you wondered out loud, “Why are you being so nice to me??”

You couldn’t believe some guy was talking you down from your anxiety attack in a strip club. What was his agenda? Did he expect something from you?

“Why not?”

You opened your mouth to question that logic when you heard your name called. Your stage name. It was your turn to audition next. You glanced up at the stage before you, the black velvet curtain in the background, soft pink and white lights setting the mood, guiding your eyes to the catwalk in the middle. And on that center stage, those same lights highlight the silver pole in the middle.

Just looking at it made you gulp. Even though you were no stranger to the spotlight, having been a dancer, this new venture was awfully intimidating.

Strange enough, you found yourself looking towards the kind stranger—for what? Words of encouragement?—but he offered you none. Just a lazy smile as he nodded towards the stage for you to dance.

Truly, you don’t remember how the audition went. You were too nervous, too full of adrenaline to recall if you did well and if your movements were graceful and sexy rather than stiff and awkward. What you remembered was the conversation that followed, what you could make out of the hushed voices huddled together to decide your fate.

You strained to hear them over the thump of your racing heartbeat.

The first man to speak still seemed to be in thought as he stated his opinion. “I’m undecided. She doesn’t really seem like the type. . . I can’t imagine her sticking around for long.” He turned to the other judges in the room, “What do you think?”

“I agree with Namjoon,” said a man so pretty you could have mistaken him for a girl. “Technically, she’s a great dancer, but she’s lacking major confidence.”

Finally, the woman spoke. “Well, I like her. I think she’s got a lot of potential. Everyone grows into it anyway; give her a chance.”

Even with that vote of confidence, the group leader still seemed unsure. He turned to look over his shoulder to the man in the audience you spoke to earlier, the one you gave your whole performance to as you swayed on stage under sultry lights. “What do you think, Yoongi?”

At last, you had a name to put to the face of the handsome stranger. His dark eyes held no hint or indication that he favored you, and if his body language was anything to go off of, you were sure it wouldn’t be a good thing based on the way he slouched in his seat, arms crossed over his chest.

But then he spoke, a slow grin pulling over his face that put all your nerves at ease.

“I couldn’t keep my eyes off her.”

That was how it started. At the time, Namjoon, Jimin, and Hyuna were strangers to you. You had no idea the club owner and their two most favored dancers were in the room with you deciding your fate. Yoongi gave them his vote of confidence and sealed your fate. You started work later that week.

After you were hired, you were always aware of his presence at the club. You could feel his gaze follow you on stage, at the bar, always that cool, calm smolder. And the attraction was mutual. You constantly watched him in the booth, amused by his natural gift for music. There are so many shows you put on just for him. It was a crush, simple as that. You wanted him, but you were much too shy to say it. Thankfully, Yoongi was brave enough for both of you, asking you out after your first week.

The date was a pleasant surprise. Despite Yoongi’s introverted nature, he actually took you to dinner and made conversation at first, none of that Netflix and chill bullshit. His calm, quiet demeanor was infinitely attractive to you, and you found yourself mooning over him the whole night.

You hadn’t planned on fucking him, honestly.

But it’d been a while since anyone had touched you like that. So when Yoongi’s gravelly voice whispered in your ear, asking you to tell him how you wanted it, how you needed it, as his fingers rubbed sweet circles on your clit, all you could do was whine and tell him how badly your body wanted him with a desperation that couldn’t wait. You needed him right then and there.

The next morning, you woke up and swore it wouldn’t happen again.

But, of course, it did.

Again, and again, and again.

So here you were, stuck inside a situationship you didn’t want but one you always succumbed to. And tonight seemed no different.

Closing your eyes, you will yourself to go back to sleep, and you do for a little while. Until a pounding sound woke you up. You barely registered it as a knock the first time, but after two or three times, you dragged yourself out of bed and to your front door.

You had half a mind to reach for the bat you keep in the hall closet, just in case. It was an ungodly hour, and you lived alone (times like these made you regret not getting a roommate). You checked the peephole first, then sighed. Irritation rose in your blood.

You unlocked the door and snatched it open. “What are you doing here?”

“Don’t act so surprised. You were giving me puppy dog eyes all night. You really think I wouldn’t show up?”

You can’t tell if the anger surfacing is from your lack of sleep, the scare, or the fact that Yoongi is standing on your doorstep. It’s probably a combination of all three. “It’s two in the morning,” you said pointedly.

Yoongi isn’t phased by your grumbly voice or sharp tone. He shrugs and moves to step inside, but you block his path.

“Absolutely not. I’m going back to bed.”

“You’re mad.”

He didn’t say it like a question, but you could tell by the lilt in his voice he seemed surprised.

You scowled into the dark. “You can’t do this, Yoongi. Pick and choose when to show up.” Pick and choose when he could be in your life, when you mattered to him.

You motioned to close the door, but Yoongi stopped you, sticking his hand in the frame. And then he did something that made you pause. He reached for you, placed his hands on your waist, and pulled you close.

Shit.

Yoongi pulled you in like the tide. It was always eb and flow with him. When he did things like that. . . You couldn’t help but give in. You were weak for this, for his touch, for the moments when he wanted you. So when Yoongi swept in close, body heat coming off him in waves as his hand reached up to cup the back of your neck, you leaned into the embrace.

“I know I’m late,” he said, kissing the corner of your mouth. He nuzzled into your neck, sneaking kisses on your collarbones.

“Let me make it up to you.”

“Yoongi. . .” You started, coming to your senses for just a minute. But before you could protest, he interrupted you with a kiss. Any resolve you might have had left your body once his lips found yours. It was so easy to lose yourself in Yoongi. His kisses were fire, all-consuming, wild. You could never get enough. Yoongi licked into your mouth, and you moaned, stumbling back into your apartment.

And just like that, you crumbled.

You let him lead you to the bedroom, shrugging off his clothes, his mouth never leaving yours. You felt your knees hit the back of something soft and sat down on your bed while Yoongi kissed you stupid. You let him touch and, tease and pull you apart. Till the pleasure overtakes the pain in your chest. And it’s good, so good. Good enough to make you forget why you were even upset in the first place.

He inches you forward with kisses and bites—marks you know will leave a hickey—till your back hits the headboard, momentarily breaking you from his spell.

“Wait,” you said, eyelids fluttering open.

But Yoongi’s hands are already sliding up your nightgown, leaving wet kisses down your thighs.

And then there was the solid feel of his hands spreading your legs apart, lips dangerously close to where you needed him most.

He hooked a finger under the waistband of your lace underwear, pulling the material off.

“You were saying?” said Yoongi, and you shivered as his breath fanned over you.

Honestly, you couldn’t remember. You lost every coherent thought your brain was trying to form. All you could think about was his touch, his thumb on your clit, the feel of him stroking you gently. You were so, so wet.

And he knew it. You could feel Yoongi smile against you as he rested his cheek on your thigh, long slender fingers working over you until all you could do was tilt your head back and sigh.

“I love playing with your pussy.” He whispered, voice just above a purr.

His words made you throb. “Yoongi,” you moaned, his name a desperate plea on your tongue.

“What?” He answered, voice smug, “What do you need?”

Too embarrassed to say the words out loud, to admit just how badly you need him, you reached down, sliding a hand into his hair, tugging at his locks to pull him right where you wanted him.

Yoongi chuckled. “So impatient.” But he didn’t move his head from between your thighs. Instead, he leaned forward, licking a stripe up your center before rolling his tongue around your clit.

You couldn’t help but lean into the action, hips tilting up to catch the sensation. But Yoongi was having none of that. He brought up a hand, pushing one palm against your belly to press you down into the mattress, while the other caressed your thigh.

“Behave,” he said, the dominance radiating through his voice. It’s the only warning you get before he nips at your clit, drawing out a sharp cry from you, the pain mixing with pleasure. Before you could even respond, Yoongi lapped at your folds, tongue making a mess out of you.

You let yourself get lost in the sensation as Yoongi buried his head between your thighs, devouring your whole. You’re too far gone to stop the whimper that spilled from your mouth. All you felt were stars as his tongue curled around your clit, languid licks driving you closer and closer to the edge.

Yoongi knew your body like it was his. He memorized every shiver and shudder, every move that turned you on. He could hear your heavy breath, feel the tremble in your thigh, and know exactly how to push you over the edge.

So he does it, sliding two fingers deep inside you to press against the spot that made your body taunt with pleasure. The pressure of his palm against your belly, his hot tongue flicking against you, his fingers curling deep—it’s overwhelming.

Chest heaving, you called out his name, a plea and a warning all at once. You were so, so close.

Cum for me,” Yoongi rasped, voice vibrating against you, and that’s all it takes for you to fall.

You climax, pleasure rushing all through your body, blanking your mind, curling your toes. Your hands fist in Yoongi’s hair, once again tugging at his locks. Only this time, Yoongi didn’t stop your pleasure but doubled it, replacing his fingers with his tongue to delve inside and taste every drop of your release, stopping only when your thighs shake, the sensation becomes too much.

When you finally came back down and caught your breath, Yoongi lifted his head and met your gaze with a smirk. “Did I make it up to you yet? Or should I apologize again?”

Though you’d been satisfied, Yoongi ‘apologized’ twice more for good measure before laying you on your side and pulling you against his chest. Cold as he appeared, Yoongi defied all fuckboy logic and was quite fond of aftercare and cuddles. Thirty minutes later, he still laid beside you in bed, naked body flush against your skin.

These were the moments you treasured the most. Pos-coital bliss, where you could pretend, if only for one second, that you were something more than strangers who sometimes shared beds.

But they also made you the most confused. Because, here in his arms, it felt like more than friends, more than sex. But did he think that, too?

So many nights you spent just like this, trying to convince yourself that this was good enough, that you were comfortable living in this in-between state. But that was then, and this is now, and it’s not enough.

And now you know it never was.

“Yoongi?” you said, turning in his arms so you’re face to face.

“What,” he grumbled back, voice thick with sleep. It’s a sound you’re all too familiar with, one you’ve let lull you into a stupor time and time again. He leaned down to kiss you, but you placed a hand on his chest, keeping him away.

“What are we doing?”

It’s a question you’d always been too afraid to ask, but now that it was the only thing on your mind, you couldn’t stop yourself from blurting it out.

Yoongi scoffed. “Sleeping?” He nipped at the sweet spot on your neck, “Unless you’re up for another round.”

“Yoongi, I need—”

He licked a stripe up your neck, scrambling your thoughts. “What? What do you need?” He said, voice husky. It’s enough to make you moan but not enough to distract you from your racing thoughts.

I need to know what this is. I need to know where I stand with you. I need—

“More than this.”

“I’m serious. What are we doing? What. . . what are we?”

You said it. The thing you’re not supposed to say, and it made you feel sick to your stomach.

You shouldn’t—it’s not as if it’s some forbidden phrase, but the words weighed heavy in the air. You’re going places you’ve never gone with Yoongi, putting all your cards on the table. It’s risky. No one wants to be the one who cares most, but you do. And you know you’re not supposed to. You know you can’t say that you want more. That you want love. That somehow, this unspoken arrangement isn’t what you needed any more. You needed to know if he felt anything for you in return, and you needed to know now.

It was quiet for a minute before you finally said, unable to stop yourself from masking the vulnerability in your voice: “I like you.”

“I like you too,” said Yoongi. There was no weight to his words. He said it so quickly, so easily, that it stunned you.

Maybe a little too easy.

“So what does that mean for us?” you said, sitting up in bed, more awake now than ever.

Yoongi froze. “Us?”

“Yeah, is there an us?” You can’t seem to say what you really mean; the words hover around the truth of your real desires, that you want a relationship. It’s obvious, isn’t it? “Because if it’s not, if you can’t see this being real, then I don’t think I can do this anymore. I might take a break.”

He has to know what you mean. . .Do you really have to spell it out?

But apparently, you do because Yoongi glosses over the true meaning of your words entirely. “Can we talk about this in the morning? I’m tired. I don’t want to fight right now.”

He reached for you, his hand slipping up your thigh and rubbing small circles with his thumb. The touch is soothing, but your mind is still whirling. Still trying to connect the dots from what he said, what it meant, and what you heard.

“I don’t want to fight right now.”

Why does the question of choosing me have to be a fight?

It’s this thought that makes it all clear. It’s not a fight. Yoongi knows the question you’re asking. He just doesn’t want to answer.

You opened your mouth to say as much, but you’re tired, too. Tired of this bullshit. The ease with which Yoongi dismissed your needs time and time again. You don’t have the strength to plead your case, and you shouldn’t have to, really.

You laid back down with you back towards him, nodding your head in agreement even as you shoved your disappointment down deep.

As if sensing your frustration, Yoongi wordlessly consoled you. He trailed kisses down your body. Each kiss, a tiny apology. At the top of your head. Sorry. By your jaw, sorry. The dip between your neck and shoulder. Sorry.

Sorry, sorry, sorry.

Despite yourself, you lean into the embrace. Yoongi didn’t always have the right words to say, but he always had the right touch. Still, a part of you starved for a deeper affection, a part that even Yoongi’s touch couldn’t reach.

. . .

In the morning, you woke up to the shining sun, aching limbs, and an empty bed.

Yoongi wasn’t beside you, and the loss of his touch stirred you from your sleep as the loneliness crept back in. You know there’s no note for you to or an explanation to where he’s gone, so you don’t bother checking. Instead, you roll over to your side, clumsily fumbling around for your phone on the nightstand.

You open your eyes with a sigh, blurred vision trying to make sense of the digits on the screen reading 9:02am when everything clicks into space with startling clarity. Your entrepreneurship class started at nine.

Shit.

“Late! I’m late!” You shouted, hopping out of bed and throwing on a T-shirt and jeans. No doubt, you look a mess, but you didn’t have time to worry about appearance. You could not be late; this course was one of the hardest in your major. You couldn’t afford to miss any class and pass, and if you flunked out, you’d have to wait another two semesters before it’d be offered again. That was time you simply didn’t have. It’d put you way behind your schedule to graduate on time with your degree, and you couldn’t afford to waste more time in school.

It’s the desperation that has you rushing down the hall to your classroom, tired and out of breath after sprinting from the parking garage into the building. You’re flustered, sweaty, and way too embarrassed to make eye contact with your professor as you enter the room, only bowing your head in apologies as your eyes scan the room for a seat.

Mia flagged you down in the corner of the room, and you slid into the desk next toher. “I saved you a spot,” she whispered, careful not to raise her voice above the steady drone of your professor’s lecture about starting a new business.

“Thanks,” you said, eternally grateful to have made a friend in this class. Mia was a school friend who, through late-night study sessions and lunch breaks, was slowly becoming a real friend, too. If only you didn’t have more time on campus, you’d probably be best friends by now, but between working for two jobs and school, your schedule was always full.

“We’ll dive deeper into identifying your target customer base next week.”

When the lecture ended thirty minutes later, you pulled Mia outside the classroom. “Hey, thanks again for saving me a seat. Can I borrow your notes from earlier?”

“Of course.” You thanked her as she pulled out her notebook and handed it over.

“No problem. Where were you this morning? I thought we were supposed to catch up before class.”

You forgot about that. “Uh, sorry. I overslept. Rain check?”

“Sure. I have a class until 3, but after that I’m free. You wanna grab dinner tonight?”

You wince, knowing you’ll have to turn her down once again. “I’d love that. I really would, but I’ve gotta—“

“Work, right. Of course.”

“Sorry, Mia.”

“Look. I get it you’re busy. But I feel like I never see you these days.”

You can’t help but feel guilty knowing she’s right. You have been all over the place this semester. Your social life was definitely suffering for it.

“And when I do, you see, you’re basically running around campus looking like a total mess.”

Ouch. When she puts it like that. . .

Mia must have read the hurt look on your face cuz she quickly backtracked. “I don’t mean to sound harsh. I’m just worried about you, ya know?”

You know she’s right, but it still made you feel like crap to hear your friend chide you like this. You know you’ve been distant, but were you really that bad?

“And I miss my friend,” she added, squeezing your hand.

At this admission, you relax, understanding where she’s coming from. “I know. Today’s not great, but I promise I’ll make it up to you, okay?” You looked down at your phone, checking the time. Now you were going to be late for your next class, too. “I gotta run, but we’ll talk later?”

Mia nodded. You hugged her before hauling ass across campus to your next class.

. . .

“Do you know what an embarrassment you are to this family?”

Seokjin sighed, slumping in his seat. His father slapped the newspaper onto his desk so hard it’s a wonder the glass didn’t crack under his palm. It took all of his strength not to wince at the title:

Billionaire Playboy Caught At An Infamous Strip Club.

“I didn’t choose to go there. Taehyung and Namjoon took me out—“

“I don’t care what Taehyung and Namjoon do. They can destroy their families’ reputations if they want to. But you are my son. I won’t have you tarnishing my reputation. You think you deserve to run this company after a stunt like that?”

At this, Seokjin rolled his eyes. “I don’t think I deserve anything. I’ve never wanted this company,” he said.

“You ungrateful piece of shit.”

Seokjin meant what he said, but he wasn’t ungrateful. Inheriting his father’s million-dollar diamond corporation was never part of his interest. “You should hand over your company to the child who wants to run it. Sohee would—“

“Sohee doesn’t have what it takes to run my company.”

Translation: Sohee wasn’t a man. And Seokjin’s sexist father would never give her the chance she deserved to take over the family business. Even though she was the progeny most naturally suited for the job.

His father waved away the idea. “Enough of this talk of Sohee. You will inherit the family business. It’s time you stopped acting like a child. Have you forgotten your responsibilities? After your wedding to Mei, our company will expand. You’ll have no time for these foolish endeavors.

How could he possibly forget? Between the tabloids and the endless, frivolous meetings crammed into his schedule to decide what color goes best with the tablecloths or what dish should be served for the twelfth-course meal, he hasn’t been able to escape any thoughts of the wedding as much as he’d wanted to.

Seokjin met Mei under duress six months ago with the intention of their union expanding the company into the Chinese market. And though their families held a long-standing relationship with each other—they were practically strangers. He had no feelings for her, and their relationship was strictly business, to his chagrin.

Seokjin didn’t want to get married—let alone to someone he barely knew. But the decision wasn’t up to him. As with everything else in his life, his father made all the decisions. Every school, every job, and every opportunity was already picked out for him before Seokjin could even utter the word ‘no. Nothing was ever a choice.

He hated his father. For his cruelty and selfish ways, his blatant disregard for others, his children’s wishes, and the control he had over Seokjin’s life.

“As a matter of fact, I have an important business dinner with her father this evening—you will attend.”

“Of course, not like I had any plans.” Said Seokjin, smiling sweetly, but his eyes held malice.

His father cut him a look and opened his mouth for what Seokjin was sure would be a good cussing out, only for his father to explode into a coughing fit. The bastard was sick, but unfortunately for Seokjin, not ill enough to die. Just enough for his father to retire early and order him to take over, crushing any dream he had of escaping his legacy.

His father cleared his throat. “I expect you to be on your best behavior and impress him, boy. But don’t be a fucking kiss ass. Remember, you represent the Kim name. Show me you are not a complete disappointment as my heir. You can do at least that, can’t you?”

Seokjin grit his teeth, swallowing down his anger. He hated his father for his relentless demands, but he also hated himself.

Because despite resenting it all, Seokjin always did as he was told.

. . .

[4:34pm] Sunshine Boss: I have something for you :)

[4:34pm] Sunshine Boss: I know you’re off tonight, but you should stop by and pick it up. I think you’ll be satisfied with the gift.

You look up from your phone, stopping midway in your tracks. It’d be risky, but you could squeeze in some time to stop by the club before heading to your other job.

Jeongguk winked at you as you walked up to Paradise. You smile at him as he holds the door open for you, shaking your head at his endless flirting. It always amused you that he was the club bouncer when the kid was a little younger than you. But you always felt safer having Jeongguk at the door. You’ve seen firsthand how that sweet bunny smile could fade into a deadly expression. Jeongguk could be very intimidating when he wanted to be, and his muscles weren’t just for show. You felt sorry for anyone who crossed a line at the club and ended up facing off with him.

It doesn’t take you long to find your boss. He’s tucked away in his sleek gray office as usual, typing away on his laptop. He looked polished as ever in a new suit and a crisp white button-down. When you knocked on the door, Hoseok looked up and waved you inside. “Come in.”

“You said you had something for me?” You asked. You were still curious as to why he requested you stop by. Work was work, but Hoseok took your personal lives seriously. He never crossed the line between the two, so you found it odd he reached out.

“I do,” said Hoseok, reaching inside his desk drawer. “Your private session left you a big tip last night. I thought it’d be best if you received it directly.” You watched as he pulled out a fat white envelope and slid it across the desk.

Just looking at it made you raise an eyebrow. Hoseok’s bright eyes gave nothing away as he waved a hand towards the envelope, beckoning you towards it.

Without thinking, you opened the envelope and let out a little gasp of shock at the thick wad of bills inside. Hundred-dollar bills.

“All this is for me?”

“All of it.”

You shifted out a few bills, ready to hand over your expected dues, but Hoseok stopped you with a hand. “You misunderstand. I already have my cut. Everything within that envelope is yours.”

“Are you serious?” You said, unable to hide the shock in your voice. You had enough money in your hands to pay your whole rent for the month and then some. All from one dance.

The sharp angles of Hoseok’s face softened, and he smiled at your disbelief, a dimple showing out. “Clearly, you left a good impression, but I expect nothing less—you’re one of the best.”

You wave away his words, too embarrassed to accept the compliment, thinking about exactly how you won Seokjin’s favor. Just the thought made your heart race. As much as you hated to admit it, your patron wasn’t the only one affected by that last dance.

“I um—I’ve got to go. But thank you for making sure I got this personally.”

“Of course. Before you leave, your gift came with a letter,” said Hoseok, pointing back to his desk.

You don’t know how you missed it at first, but sure enough, another smaller envelope was on the glass with your name handwritten on the front.

“Oh.”

“I think you might have a new regular. Seokjin seems to be very fond of you.”

. . .

Later that afternoon, you pulled up to work, grateful you remembered to stash a bag with clothes in your car. You quickly run to the back, hoping to change into your uniform. But your boss caught you before you could sneak off to the back.

“You’re late,” she hissed.

Yes, that was becoming quite a habit of yours. You ducked your head apologetically, hoping the woman would scold you quickly. “I’m sorry, I was—”

“—I don’t have time for excuses. A high-ranking guest is coming in tonight, so just do your job.”

You don’t miss the pointedness in her tone—no fuck ups tonight.

“Got it,” you said, holding back your grimace as she berated some more before sending you off to change. All you could do was grin and bear it. Even if you didn’t feel like you had it in you to pull on a fake smile and tend to your special guests.

But that was your job as a hostess. It paid well, though sometimes it almost didn’t feel worth it with the snooty customer base you had to face, but between rent and your school tuition, you literally couldn’t afford to be picky.

Even if you didn’t have the energy to put up with these rich assholes, at least you didn’t have to pull a shift at Paradise after this. You just had to pull yourself together for a few hours, and then you could go home.

You change into a little black dress and switch out your sneakers for a pair of tall heels. It wasn’t exactly a ‘uniform’ uniform, but your second job still has a certain look and aesthetic to maintain. The dress hugged your curves in all the right places, and you can’t help but feel eyes on you as you make your way back to the hostess table up front, heels clicking.

Dionysus was in full swing, each white-clothed table crowded and buzzing, and you watched as people clinked glasses under the chandeliers. But at your post, you kept your eye on the empty room in the back.

Whoever your guests were tonight, if they were truly a big deal, you’d escort them to have their meal in that private room.

Once the opening crowd thins out, the evening goes by slowly for you, and before you know it, you’re sneaking a peek at your phone, trying not to keep your boredom at bay.

There were a couple texts from Hyuna and a picture she sent of herself and the girls at Paradise.

[6:15pm] Babygirl: I’m so BORED when you’re not here🥺

[ 6:16pm]You: Sameeee. Don’t have fun without me!

[6:18pm] Babygirl: You know it’s boring when you’re not here! Miss you tonight 💕

You heart the message, missing her too.

Still no messages from Yoongi.

All his silence does is confirm the feeling in your gut and fuel the quiet resolve to make a decision.

You’re so busy ruminating that you don’t even realize you have guests in front of you until someone clears their throat in front of you.

“Act like you have some sense. The reservation for the Kim Corporation is here.”

You shove down your disdain for your boss and put on your best smile, ready to greet your new guests. Only when you look up do you realize it’s not a new guest after all.

Kim Seokjin stood in front of you, handsome as ever. His fringe frames his face, drawing your attention to his dark eyes and immaculate suit. You could tell from the quality of his clothes that it was expensive, but the white button-down left open on his chest said that looking flawless was effortless on his part. His brows furrowed at the sight of you, but then the confusion cleared, and in its place, Seokjin fixed you with a dazzling white smile and said: “It’s you.”

You barely have time to recover from the blow before you fix your smile in place (the one you use strictly for work; polite and friendly) and greet his party.

“Welcome to Dionysus, Mr.Kim. It’s a pleasure to have you dine with us tonight.”

Seokjin blinked at your formal demeanor, not expecting your casual dismissal of his recognition. But you don’t react—you can’t. No one here knew of your other life, and you planned on keeping things this way.

“Please follow me; I’ll direct you towards our private dining experience.” You quickly turned on your heel, walking forward without sparing so much as a second glance towards him. But you can sense his eyes on you, that hot, molten feeling rising in your body as you lead the party toward the back.

When you stopped before the table, Seokjin pulled out the chair closest to your position, trying to address you once more. “It’s nice to see you again.”

You maintain your plastic smile. “You must be mistaken, Sir; we haven’t met. I’ve heard this is your first time visiting Dionysus.”

“You mean to tell me we haven’t met before?”

“I’m afraid not, sir.”

Seokjin raised an eyebrow, but your facade didn’t waver. If anything, your eyes seemed to embolden, daring him to question your professionalism. You’re so calm and cool that if it were anybody else, Seokjin might have believed himself to be mistaken. But he knows he’s not. As if he could forget your face after last night.

So that’s how you wanted to play this? Fine. Two could play that game. He’d get your attention one way or another.

“Excuse me, I have a special request,” asked Seokjin, successfully grabbing your supervisor’s attention. “Your hostess is so lovely. Is there any way that she could tend to our table tonight?.”

Your eyes widen in shock for a split second, not anticipating this outcome. “I’m sorry, I’m not a part of the waitstaff—”

“—Absolutely,” Your boss cut in. “I’m sure (Y/n) would like nothing more than to take care of your party personally.”

At the mention of your name, Jin’s eyes widened. He simply wanted you near, but his request seemed to come with a little gift now that he knew your name.

The realization must have dawned on you simultaneously since the look on your face is a mix of shock and rage. Jin finds the combination amusing, and he can’t keep the satisfied smirk on his lips, knowing he sneakily earned another night with you.

Serves you right for trying to ignore him. Seokjin gave you a look, cocky and full of ego, relaying this very thought.

You wanted to wipe his smug smirk off. Asshole. You haven’t waited tables since your first year in college, and now, because this guy batted his pretty eyes, you’re right back where you started?

Who does this guy think he is?

You’re beyond annoyed, but all you can do is plaster on another fake smile and join the servers at the table. Thankfully, you’d served with everyone working the table before, so getting back into the flow of things was easy.

You fell into step from memory; everything returned to you from years of practice waitressing. You reached past Seokjin to fill his wine glass, and the asshole had the nerve to look up and smile at you.

You smile back, of course, even though you’re silently fuming, but your eyes tell a different story. You let Seokjin see it, all the anger buried underneath the polite mask as you pour.

But Seokjin’s smile didn’t flinch, didn’t falter. You swear his smile only brightened, the grin spreading across his handsome face.

You didn’t realize you had overfilled his glass until you heard the scrap of his chair across the floor when he jumped back from the table.

You were so distracted you poured the wine right into his lap. But he didn’t have to know that. Even though it wasn’t your intention, you’re more than happy to claim the credit for his displeasure.

“My apologies, Sir,” you said with a smirk.

Seokjin glared at you in response. Now that the shock was gone, you had to stifle a laugh behind your hand seeing his pouty face.

Your boss hissed your name, eyeing you with a tilted head at the mess you were in no rush to clean up.

“Let me help you with that,” you sighed. You bent down, picking up a spare napkin off the table. You dipped it in water and mindlessly dabbed at the spill on his suit.

You were already so close before you realized your mistake. You could smell the heated spice of Seokjin’s cologne, and you were just a breath away from that dazzling face. Just as close as you were the first night you met. The memory of it flashes through your mind—the warmth of his palm cupping your cheek like you were his lover. It’s enough to make your breath hitch.

You met his eyes, and the depth of his dark pools told you you weren’t the only one thinking of your first night together. Seokjin’s gaze dipped, looking at your lips as he wet his own.

It’s that small action that brings you back. What were you doing? Surely you weren’t about to kiss the stranger in the middle of a job? Quickly, you removed your hand from his lap, clearing your throat as you backed away.

Your mind felt hazy, and you knew who was to blame. But what you wouldn’t understand was the fact that Seokjin had any effect on you at all.

You knew it wasn’t his status; you often came across rich men in your work. His looks were unparalleled, but you rarely found attraction towards a pretty face last if you hadn’t liked their personality.

And you didn’t like him, right? No. He wasn’t your type at all. Still, you couldn’t deny the pull felt whenever he was in your presence.

For the rest of the night, you completed service for the party away from Kim Seokjin. Dinner went on in a daze. And before you knew it was closing time. The Kim Party stayed the whole night, which was tiring, but the generous tip they left did lighten your spirits as you exited the building.

You’re halfway out the door, eagerly awaiting a night alone in your apartment, when you hear someone call out your name.

“(Y/n).”

It’s Seokjin. You looked up to find him leaning back against a luxury SUV. “Or should I call you Angel? Both names suit you quite well.”

Dammit. In the heat of the moment, you forgot all about your boss giving away your name. If your two lives weren’t crossed over before, they certainly were now.

You’ve half a mind to ignore him and pretend you didn’t hear him in the first place, but ultimately, you decided to deal with it before things get more out of hand.

You walked up towards him. “Look, I’d appreciate it if you kept that name to yourself.”

“Which name?” He teased, eyes glinting at you in the dark. “They’re both very pretty.”

“I mean it. People don’t know about my other job here.”

“So you live a double life? That’s sexy.”

“It’s not as sexy as you think,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest. “It’s actually really hard, so don’t make it any harder for me.”

Seokjin tilted his head to the side, studying you. You put up a good front, coming up to him acting all demanding. But he could see the vulnerability underneath it all; a part of you was worried.

“I wouldn’t dream of making anything more difficult for you,” he said, earnestly hoping to put your mind at ease. “Your secret’s safe with me.”

“Oh…” You weren’t expecting him to acquiesce so quickly. You honestly thought he’d be the type of jerk to tease you and hold it over your head like earlier. But Seokjin immediately respected your boundary; you didn’t even have to put your foot down.

“Thank you,” you said awkwardly.

“Of course.”

His behavior took you off guard, but you couldn’t lose focus. Your name wasn’t the only reason you approached him.

“Um, also, while you’re here, I’d like to give you this back,” you said, reaching into your bag for the envelope. You help it out for him to take. “Thank you for the tip, but I can’t accept this.”

Seokjin stared at your hand. “That was a gift.”

“It’s too much,” you added as if that held any weight.

“I haven’t to politely disagree. I enjoyed myself, and I value your time. I think the amount reflects that.”

“I can’t accept it.”

“Can’t? Or won’t.”

“Okay, I won’t accept it. Take it back.”

“No.”

“Seokjin.”

“(Y/n).”

“Why are you making this so difficult?”

“Love, you’re the one making this difficult.”

“Look,” you said, frustrated at the conversation. “I’m not in the mood for games. I don’t know what your expectations are. But I’m not that kind of girl.”

Seokjin shook his head. “I’m not following…”

“Well then, let me make it clear to you. I said. I’m not that kind of girl.”

You were all up in his face, eyes full of fire, and Seokjin couldn’t help but like it. For a man in his position, very few people had the confidence to speak to him like that. He at once found it incredibly attractive and entertaining, watching you sass him with your neck craned as he looked down at you.

Clearly, you meant to be intimidating, but all Seokjin could think about was how sexy you looked when you were assertive.

“You didn’t read my letter, did you?”

“The letter is irrelevant; I don’t care how rich you are—you can’t buy me.”

“I think you are mistaken. I’m not trying to buy you, (y/n).”

You didn’t buy it. If there was anything you learned in life, it was that nothing ever came free. There was always a price. And this man came from a world where money ruled supreme.

“Then what do you want?”

You. It was the first thing that entered Seokjin’s mind. The thought took him by surprise. It’d been a while since he felt this attracted to anyone. And he certainly didn’t know what he was doing waiting after dinner to talk to you. Something was there, but he knew better than to voice this new feeling aloud.

Instead, he told a partial truth. “I don’t know,” he said, shrugging. “That night…. I’ve never seen someone move like that. The way you dance...You captivated me. You were like a goddess.”

You wanted to be mad at him. You really did. But you couldn’t help but feel yourself flush at the compliment and the sincerity in his voice. Men flirted with you often. It was a hazard of the job, but not like this. You’ve heard men highlight your body before, but no one ever mentioned the way you dance with awe in their voice, not just lust.

“It’s only natural to give an offering as your patron,” said Seokjin, winking at you.

Your body betrayed you then, a flush that heated you up. Get a grip! You thought. You weren’t some lovesick teen. You were grown. You would not be swayed by some rich asshole’s stupid flirting.

“Well, I don’t need your money. Here,” you said, thrusting it out in front of you. “You can have it back. I don’t want to owe you anything.”

“You don’t owe me. I wanted to give it to you,” said Seokjin, stepping closer to you. “I think you deserve a lot more, to be honest.”

Seokjin placed his hand over yours, firmly keeping the envelope in your grip. “It was a gift. Nothing more, nothing less. Keep it.”

You’re so close Jin could smell you; your skin is warm and sweet, and your perfume was sultry and floral. Seokjin could drown in it. The scent clouded his senses and, clearly, his judgment because he closed what little distance sat between him and you. Here, he had a front row to your beautiful eyes, and those plush lips, and the only thing running through his head was what it would be like to kiss you.

Seokjin looked at you, really looked at you, and this time, he noticed you were not startled. Your pupils are blown, your chest rising quickly—he’d bet anything that whatever it is going on with him, you felt it too.

But again, you pulled away.

You took a step back to give yourself space and clear your head. Any longer, and you might have kissed him for real. And even though you and Yoongi were barely a thing and planned on ending things, you hadn’t ended them yet. Even though Seokjin had you wanting to cross all kinds of boundaries—you weren’t about to cross that line.

“I um,” You stuttered, “I really can’t convince you to take it back?”

Jin considered your question. “I’ll tell you what,” he said. “I’ll take the money back in exchange for a date.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. Was he really asking you on a date? “How is that appealing to me? That’s just swapping one problem for another.”

“It would be the best day of your life.”

“Now you’re just being ridiculous.”

“I’m not hearing a no.”

You sighed. “I don’t want to give you the wrong impression. I’m seeing someone. And even if I wasn’t—”

“Are you exclusive?”

“Well, no—”

“—Then I have a chance?” Said Seokjin, taking a step closer to you. He smiled again, and this time, his eyes crinkled at the corners, and you felt the warmth of his gaze flush all over you.

“I, um—”

Seeing you stutter, Seokjin’s smile brightened. “I do have a chance.”

Stupid, damn feelings.

“You have no chances,” you said, barely recovering from the brilliant attack on your heart. “Because I don’t date clients, remember?” You let words settle between you, their weight grounding you back to reality.

“And now you’ve also popped up at my day job?”

“A charming coincidence, I promise,” said Seokjin, placing a hand over his heart.

“Hmm. Well, I guess I’ll keep your money after all.” Even if he was the most handsome man you’d ever met, you were an adult. Your better judgment kept you from crossing that line.

Seokjin smirked. “Good.”

Good? You narrowed your eyes at him. He looked a little too pleased with your decision. “Did you only propose that because you knew, I’d say no and keep the money?”

“No,” he said, leaning toward entrancing you again with a close-up view of his superior good looks. “I hoped you’d say yes. But I’ll take the consolation prize.”

“Besides, I’m rich,” laughed Seokjin. “It’s not like I need more money.”

And just like that, the moment of infatuation passed. Seokjin was back to being a rich asshole. Perfect. You could work with that.

You backed away from him, heading for your car. “Goodnight, Seokjin.”

“Goodnight, (Y/n)”

It’s not until you’re sitting in your car, catching your reflection in the rearview mirror, that you realize you’ve got a stupid grin on your face.

Immediately, you stopped, catching yourself. It felt nice to be admired and flirted with, but what was your problem? Why were you smiling about some random stranger when you had a—

The bright ping of your phone went, and you reached inside your purse to check your texts.

[9:06pm] Yoongi: Missed you at Paradise tonight? Can I stop by later?

Speak of the devil…Of course, Yoongi would contact you now.

You didn’t owe him any loyalty, but that didn’t mean you felt comfortable talking to other guys. But still, why?

Yoongi wasn’t your boyfriend. So why were you giving him the boyfriend treatment?

“Are you exclusive?”

“Well, no—”

“—Then I have a chance?”

You shook your head, clearing your thoughts. Why were you thinking about Seokjin’s words earlier? He wasn’t even a dating option, but he did have a point.

For all intents and purposes, you were practically single, so why were you acting coupled up again?

You look at the three little dots bubbling up from your lack of response. How long were you going to keep doing this? Repeating the same cycle over again?

No. No more.

You fired off a text back: I can’t, busy, then threw your phone on the seat and started up your engine before you could change your mind

The cycle ends right now. You wouldn’t spend the rest of your twenties going back and forth with some guy who only ever wanted to sleep with you.

You’re young. You’re hot. You didn’t have to sit around and wait for some guy to want you. You could get a date with anyone you wanted, hell, even a millionaire!

For a minute, even though tonight was an inconvenience, you’re grateful you ran into Seokjin just for that reminder.

The next time you see Yoongi, you know what you need to do.

You’re ending things up with him. For good.

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say your prayers - two.

pairings | dark!priestess!natasha romanoff x fem!reader

summary : your school have church service once a week. of course, as a good little schoolgirl you are, you attend to it. which means you always have to see your priestess, natasha, who you are secretly infatuated with. until there was an unexpected turn that made you feel something else other than good. but maybe, even better.

warnings : smut/dark taboo themes - 18+ MINORS DNI. non-con/dub-con, religious themes, blasphemous acts, sacrilegious acts, biblical references, heavy sexual content, rough sex, rough fingering (r receiving), mother kink, non-con kink (natasha giving), age difference (reader is 18 and natasha is 41), corruption kink, teasing, begging, authority kink, and more.

notes : this chapter feels shorts but it’ll get worse by the next chapter, so please be ready or smth lol idk enjoy x

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It had been officially a week since it was the last time that Mother Natasha touched me, and used me like a brothel. I could still remember her tongue devouring my mouth like she was a hungry teenager in heat–I don’t even know why I’m explaining it that way, I have never had that experience. I’m safe to say that I lost my virginity to my priestess, which should have never happened in the first place. Her hands were everywhere on my body, I could still remember her voice saying: be a good little lamb. I wanted to hate her for touching me, hate her for using me with no permission. I wanted to bang my head against the wall until it bleeds–until I die with shame.

I loved every bit of it. I love her hands, I love her tongue, and I love her use of words that made me have an extreme climax around her thick fingers. I love how she saw me as this saint that she had to ruin, that needs to be ruined by her and only her. I might be deeply infatuated, was it that bad? Was it that bad that I needed her to kiss me again? I could imagine her hands on my buttocks as she slaps it while kneading it with care, with possession that compels her. I could hear her saying: you’re such a good little saint, my child. Mother is so proud of you inside of my head and it makes my core wet, desperate and aroused.

I’ll be such a good child for her, I’ll recite my prayers while her wet lips are on my stomach–her hands groping my ass. I’ll do anything for her, I’ll kill myself for her. I’ll be on my knees in front of everyone for her, I’ll let her dominate me for as long as she wants. I want her to do everything on her willpower on me, I want her just as much as she wants me. I’ll be a good child, I’ll try to be one just for her.

I was so fazed with my imagination that I could feel Wanda’s elbow shoving against mine to wake me up. She hissed, “You’ve been staring at your book for five minutes. Have you not heard what Mrs. Wilson said? You’re a little weird lately.”

No I didn’t hear what she had said. Do I intend to care? I try to.

“Sorry,” I mumbled and flipped my page to a new sheet of paper. “W-what did she say?”

“Jesus, what have you been thinking?”

“It’s none of your business.”

She hears my voice starting to sound not so light and I could see how her body tensed from the unnecessary tone. Wanda sighed and asked again to my own dismay, “You’re usually not like this. You pay attention most of the time, what happened? Did someone–”

“Why are you in my nerves lately?” I could take that back, I shouldn’t have been bitter towards her. But I was so into my imagination that she had to ruin it for me. She blinks twice and shakes her head, leaning her right cheek against her palm as I hear her telling me that I should forget about it with a mumble. I didn’t say anything much after that response, I just continued to get into that trance again where I could feel Mother Natasha’s hand trailing upwards on my inner leg.

When lunch time came around, I was sitting at a big table–full of my classmates from the main room. Wanda and I weren’t talking much, probably because I snapped at her and she probably meant no harm to disturb me. But she was right, I wasn’t the same for a few days. Maybe it’s because I couldn’t stop crying at night with what happened. I don’t know if it was a tear of happiness or fright but either way, I wanted her to touch me so bad that I could mewl out her name multiple times. I wanted her to use me again, to make me her whore. Whore. It’s a strange word to use for an innocent girl like me, should I even say that such word? I jabbed my fork into the vegetables and shoved it in my mouth, keeping my eyes down.

“Are you not going to talk to me?” asked Wanda with a timid voice. I was thankful that she spoke up, I couldn’t get on my day without even speaking to her. I shake my head and bite the inside of my cheek as I try to think of an apology to say. Hey, I’m sorry it’s just that I can’t stop thinking about my priestess having sex with me. Or I’m sorry, it’s just that I can’t stop being a whore for an older woman. Those weren’t the sentences that I want to use or ever to say, knowing Wanda–she might react badly about it and report it to the principal. If she did, everyone would get involved; including my parents.

“Of course I will,” I responded with a cheeky smile. “I’m sorry for snapping at you a while ago. It’s just that I’m on my period.” I was lying through my teeth, my period comes in a week. But I’m feeling a little bloated than I was yesterday, so I guess that was also not a lie that I’m on my period.

“I got worried,” Wanda said while drinking from her glass. “You just seemed so quiet, that’s all. I mean, you’re always quiet. But for the past few days, I’m seeing you so differently.”

“What makes me so different? I haven’t changed or anything.”

“Yeah, I know that,” she sighed as she prompts her elbow against the table. “You just haven’t been the same, that’s all. Did something happen? Did your mom tell you to give away your gadgets again?”

“That’s not the reason,” I answered with a blink. “Sorry–I have been just feeling a little tired, that’s all.”

Wanda gives me a skeptical look as if she can’t believe fy response. But she decided to keep quiet and nodded slowly while she took another bite from her food. The food tasted disgusting, I wish I could eat at some local fast food restaurant to ease my appetite. A wealthy school like this can’t even feed us, children, some good dishes.

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I was sitting in the front row of the chapel once again when I saw Mother Natasha walking from the backdoor with a whimsical smile on her face. She looked pleased, not tired. I wanted her to look at me, to see me standing right in front of her–even though I’m a little far–but either way, I wanted her to set her eyes on mine and just gape at how beautiful my body was as she told me that night. But her eyes were never averted to me–instead, she kept her green eyes to the crowd and said her prayers before the ceremony started.

While the service was happening, I couldn’t stop thinking about my teacher offering me to the choir. I could say that I sing, but not professionally or in a profound way. I have tone, but not to the extent where I could sing for a living. And at first, I wanted to turn it down since I’m afraid of the people who could give me a judging and disgusting look, but that means I get to be closer to Mother Natasha if that’s the case. I thought about it long and hard, the imagination of standing in front of her while her eyes are fixated on my covered legs; wondering to herself if she could touch the bare of my skin, just a little touch.

That thought completely went away when Natasha looked at me. But it was only brief, say only for one second before she looked at someone else again. My stomach was fluttering with joy and anticipation, I don’t know why. Maybe because I’m very attracted to her and wanting to know if she feels the same is becoming a thrill for me. Like, it has become a chase. I keep thinking about those dirty words she told me that night. I was her little lamb, I was her child. She licked me and touched me, kissing my lips like I was her lover. Oh, how pure was I before she came into my life, and now I’m dirty because of her. And I do love it of course.

“On Exodus 20:14, thou shalt not commit adultery,” Mother Natasha explained while her eyes are looking at everyone in the crowd. She then looks back at me but only for her to give me a small smile that was almost unnoticeable–but I caught her lips. She was smirking, a little though. “Committing a sin like this can haunt you and be with you forever. It is also not a good sight of the Lord…”

Once the service ended, we all stood up, and as much as to my dismay–I had to stand up as well. I pulled up my high white socks and clung my Bible to my chest as I walked down the aisle of the church, having the strength of not to turn back to see if Mother Natasha was behind me. But as that thought ran through my head, a familiar voice called out my name, and within a matter of seconds; I turned around.

Mother Natasha was calling me. She had a solemn look on her face–that she surprisingly didn’t use when we had sex–and I couldn’t do anything but step forward at her, my hair brushing against my shoulder until I was close enough to the priestess. I gulped at her tall sight, she looked so ethereal yet dangerous. Like she’s that kind of person you wouldn’t trust when it comes to secrets and all that. But never her, I’ll never repent from her.

“Let us talk privately,” she kindly offered; which sent chilling feelings down my spine. Then she whispers, “I want to talk to you, I’ve been mean to.”

Then without even saying a word, I felt her hand squeezing my biceps gently with a kind smile on her face. But I know behind that smile are her devilish thoughts that she wants to do to me, her fantasies that she wants to fulfill once she finally gets to have me on her lap. I know, I can tell. She’s not so innocent after all, and I wasn’t too. I followed her to another building and realized where we were going. It’s either her room or her office, do priestesses have an office anyway? I could feel my legs weaken from each step that I take, what will she do to me next? Will she kiss me once again? Will she touch me like how she did that night? A lot of possibilities swirl all over my head as if it was a wine and I might as well get drunk from it. I needed to know her intentions.

She opens the door quietly and I walk inside timidly. I felt the cold air hit my skin as I looked around the small room around me. There was a single bed on the left with a desk on the right. Then, I see a big cross on the wall that was above that table. This was her room, I knew from the start that this would be our destination. I turned around and asked quietly, “Is this where you really sleep?”

She gives me a faint chuckle and pats my lower back with a smirk. “No, my child. I have my own house, I only stay here if there is important stuff at the ministry.”

“I didn’t know that.”

“Of course, you don’t,” she humored while she guided me to her bed with a cotton white sheet that was sprawled onto the mattress. I sat down on the edge and she did as well and I could feel her stare at my clasped hands on my lap. “There are many things you don’t know about me, little lamb.”

“Like?” I wish I could shut up, but I was so curious that I wanted to know everything about her. Instead, she smiles again and it gives me some sort of relief.

“I want to do many things that are so unholy and provoked,” her deep voice sent tingling feeling down my arms all the way to my legs that I had to clench them shut. She notices the act and smirks wider with her hand on my shoulder, resting it there casually. “Do you like what we did that night?”

“Yes,” I said with a shuddering whisper. I can’t deny that, I loved our encounter that night. I heard her chuckle a bit and felt her hand going down on my ribs–then to my waist pulling me closer. Fuck, no I can’t.

“Do you know how much I liked it?”

I shook my head in response, not really knowing if she did. She smiles again, but this time you would know it was from the devil.

“I really loved it,” she exhales in my ear as she tucks a strand of my hair and tucks it away with her lips ghosting in my earlobe. “I loved it so much that you’re the only girl I think about. Did you know that, baby?”

I pretend not to know but I had the feeling that she thought about me as well as I thought about her. I felt myself gulping again as her hand never leaves my body, now her fingers were just fidgeting my school uniform–her mouth so close to mine that if I turned my face our lips would touch. I shake my head and let her continue to play with my clothing.

“You’re so pretty it’s almost mesmerizing,” her voice sounded so dreamy but deep, her eyes looked so innocent but daunting. She pulled me very close until her other hand was now on my neck holding me like a baby. “Did you know I had to wait until you turned eighteen? Of course, you didn’t, you’re too dumb to know right?”

She loved making me feel dumb, especially with her teasing tone that makes my core even warmer than it was. She speaks again but this time she was moaning quietly in my ear, “I want to fuck you until you couldn’t breathe anymore until you’re begging me to stop. I want to touch you inappropriately that you’d push me away, I don’t want you to think I’m some angel and a good person. I want you to be terrified of me, to feel unsafe when I’m around. I want to touch you without your consent and make you cum around my fingers. I want to hurt you, my child. I want to fucking hurt you.”

I was breathing so hard that you could hear it from my mouth, you could see how my chest was heaving as her hand inches closer under my skirt until I realized how perverted she was. Mother Natasha never stopped touching me, her other hand was above my breast, and gropes it with a groan. I felt my inner thigh being touched by her sinful hand and I pushed it away–I did it because it felt all too real and too fast.

“Wait–Mother Natasha, I–”

“Shh,” she shushes me as her lips are now connected to mine. I could feel her tongue pushing inside of my mouth and my tongue glided against hers, it was a sloppy wet kiss with her hands holding me down. It was a small kiss until our mouths were becoming hungry for each other; most especially for her. She pulls away with her teeth biting against my lower lip and opens my legs with just one push of her hand. That’s how much she compels me, that’s how much I want her to hurt me.

She unbuttons my white blouse and throws it across the room, whispering a different language to herself once my white cotton bra was finally exposed. Mother Natasha looked at me briefly, then back to my breasts. It was supple, but not big. She liked it in normal size, not too big and small. And mine was perfect for her touch, for her eyes. I tried touching her but my hands were suddenly pinned against the mattress as my back made contact with the sheets.

“You belong to me.” she says with a demeaning voice; with authority. Like I was her property to keep. Her hands went under my skirt and I felt my covered clit being palmed with her rough hand–I gasped with a whine. She was touching me with desperation, she wanted me to be scared of her. And genuinely, I think I was since I don’t know what she is capable of.

“I belong to you,” I breathed out while licking my lips as her hand continued to grope my cunt like it was a piece of ass. It was starting to hurt, but I never complained. “I belong to you, Mother.”

I felt her other hand squeezing my left breast with force as I was quick enough to bite my lip. If I made a shriek, everyone would find out. I can’t make a scene, I can’t let her be in trouble. Her eyes filled with some sort of rage that I cannot comprehend until I felt a sharp sting from my right inner thigh. She slapped me, and I was horrified.

“Don’t you look at me like that,” she said with a nonchalant voice while removing her clerical collar and adding with another deep whisper, “Do not fucking scream. I’m going to hurt you real bad once you even make a sound, okay? Let Mother fuck you, I promise I’ll be really good to your body.”

She reaches for the hem of my panties and roughly pulls it down, bringing the cloth to her nose as she inhales it deeply. How perverted she was when she did it in front of me as if she was hungry for my underwear. She placed the undergarment on the other side of the mattress carefully and paid attention back to me with some of her hair framing her face. Mother Natasha spreads my legs open and sets her body weight on top of me, her head was in the crook of my neck. She licks my skin and bites it even until I was trying my best not to make a loud scream. I was crying, sobbing in fact. It hurt a lot when she was rough with me, but I was so turned on that I let her do everything she wanted.

“I’m gonna hurt you,” she says breathlessly while spitting on her hand to lube her fingers. God, her fingers were frighteningly long–I could feel my insides clenching hard. “The Lord shall forgive your sins once I bury my fingers inside of you, ruining you until you’re ripped in half. No boy will ever fuck you because you’re used, like a toy. Be glad that an experienced woman like me is taking you so perfectly well. You know that.”

She was more experienced than I was, but she wasn’t delicate either. She continues to lick my neck while smearing her spit all over her fingers before she could tease my clenching hole. I gasped with the touch, I wanted to push her away and let me feel things slowly. But everything went on so fast that I can’t even process her mouth on my skin and my lips. My hands were on both of her arms as she presses herself even harder onto my small body, her eyes trying to catch mine.

“Mother, I can’t breathe–” my breath hitches when I felt her tongue licking my upper lip as I felt two fingers dipping inside of me without permission. I wanted to scream, push her away maybe, but I was so lost with the pleasure of the fantasy that she was offering. “Oh god! Ugh please…”

“Quiet,” Mother Natasha gives me harsh kisses on my neck as she pushes more of her fingers inside of my inexperience hole that she took that night. I felt very tight, I could still feel myself breaking apart because of her. Was it even healthy that I was hurting from the way her fingers pushed inside of me? “Take it like a good little lamb you are, my beautiful child. That’s it… Take it.”

She was groaning in frustration and slapped my left cheek hard as I tried to push her away. When she smacked me, I stayed in my place. I was scared–terrified even. But there’s something inside of me that wanted her to hurt me, my body was responding to the way she pounds her fingers inside of me with no care in the world. Her eyes were fixated on me and I could see how much she wanted to see me hurt. And with that red puff mark on my cheek, her arousal just got even worse.

“Beg me to stop,” she whispered harshly and curled her fingers to hit my spot in a violent way. I was a trembling mess, I wanted to grip onto something but my hands couldn’t even move from her fucking. She pumps into me with a grunt that comes within her; green eyes still staring down at mine. I shut my eyes tightly as I could feel warm tears coming out from my lids. She commanded with a deep voice, “Beg me to stop hurting you. Fuck–you fucking turn me on, Y/N.”

“S-stop, please–Mmph!–please stop,” I gave her what she wanted. I mewled and cried for her to stop, she wasn’t halting. Instead, an evident smirk wrinkled her lips. “Mother, please stop… you’re hurting me.”

“That’s the point, detka,” she groans again and places her other hand on my shoulder to pin me down harder against her cold bed; the frame itself squeaking because at how hard she was thrusting inside of me hard. “I want you to tell the Lord that you are a sinful little girl that wants to be fucked by her priestess.”

One. “Forgive me f-father,” I stuttered as I continued to sob over the pain and the pleasure that I was feeling all over my body; in the course of my veins. “For I have sinned–I’m a sinful girl that likes to be handled by her priestess.”

“Yeah?” she asked with a faint smile and added another finger until my warm walls gripped on her thick fingers tightly. She whispers, “God, you are tight. You are my beautiful daughter, my beautiful child. You like me doing this to you, don’t you little lamb? Oh fuck, I’m close.”

She gave me three more thrusts before I came around her fingers with my lower back arching like a pornographic woman that you would see online. I was ecstatic, I felt immense pleasure going through my blood stream as if it was about to become my religion. She looks at me in awe and realizes that she was coming from her orgasm too. She had her covered cunt on my knees all along, and I didn’t even know she was thrusting my thigh. She starts to grip my throat hard and pushes me down onto the mattress–making me choke. That’s what she was trying to do, anyway. Her eyes and her smirk are evident with her hand gripping my neck tightly.

Mother Natasha had given me two more rough sexes until I felt her naked body against mine, in the same bed together. It has been a little dark since I came here, so I’m assuming it is terribly late now. Did I care that I will get in trouble for coming back at midnight? No, not really. I was so in love with the way she fucked me with her fingers, her tongue all over my skin–especially my nipples. She was a hungry animal, a hungry snake. I was the forbidden fruit that she had discovered and now we are doing something so blasphemous that I’m not even ashamed of myself.

I hear her whispering, “You are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

“Have you touched girls like this before?” I couldn’t help but ask, feeling my heart sinking a bit from my sudden question. Her eyes were cold then suddenly they softened as she neared her body to me, as if she wanted to bring me closer. She shakes her head dismissively and cups my right cheek, rubbing her thumb against my skin with care. This was a version of Mother Natasha that I’ve never seen before–I almost thought that it wasn’t real.

“I have,” she admitted. “But you’re different. I’ve always set my eyes on you, I always have. It’s just that it took you time to notice that.”

“But I’ve always had a crush on you,” I say wholeheartedly. I could catch her smiling from my response. “I-I always stare at you and sometimes would think about you a lot. Like, I’d write stuff about you in my journal and write weird scenarios–you know what, this is getting weird.”

She shakes her head and laughs softly, pulling me closer to her naked body–my head resting against her chest so that I could feel and hear her heartbeat against my ear. I realized how incredibly warm she was and even though she was rough with me, Mother Natasha seemed like a very gentle person to be cuddled with. I felt her kissing my head with a reply: “I thought about that too, little lamb. You have no idea how much I wanted you to notice me.”

“Well, I do now. And I’m scared that I’ll feel more.”

“It’s okay to feel more,” Mother Natasha encourages and trails her fingers up and down on my small biceps as she kisses my head repeatedly. “I’m not going to push you away or anything. In fact, I do want to explore more naughty things with you.”

“Like what?” I asked.

“Using my cock to break you in,” she says with a sultry voice that strikes down at my core. I could feel myself clenching again with the thought. “Pouring wax all over your body. You know, that kind of stuff. Most especially, I want you to recite the whole verse while I eat your little pussy out. Isn’t that thrilling, my angel? It’s like we’re breaking rules.”

We were, in fact, breaking rules. This has become beyond more than just sex for me, I might grow emotionally attached to my priestess. But was I even allowed to do it? I don’t know, I was merely confused myself. I didn’t let that get into my head and let myself succumb to the warmness of her body–wondering how it would feel like if we were completely alone and not in this school where we could be caught.

I felt naughty with her, I felt like a sinful child whenever I was with her. And did that make me look like a sick person? It’s possible, maybe I was just as sick as her. I felt my body running cold and my head fuzzy with the thought of us being caught by one of my schoolmates or teachers.

“Don’t fret, my little girl,” she coos and brings my chin up to kiss my lips; my lower stomach flutters with how her lips settle into mine. “I’ll take good care of you, I promise. We won’t get caught, as long as you keep this a secret. Just between you and me, okay?”

I sighed and nodded, pecking her lips one more time.

“Understood, Mother Natasha.”

“Good girl.”

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guerrillateezsworld · 4 months

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Can you do some headcanons for Jack Hughes or Mitch Marner about them being with an ADHD/neurodivergent girl?? Like, a lot of my personal things are weird noises, textures (I love soft, but hate scratchy), random bouts of singing, and constant movement/fidgeting

yes ofc!! i’ll do mitch since you seem to be pretty infatuated with him! and there’s 100% nothing wrong with that.

as someone who doesn’t have adhd and isn’t neurodivergent, this might be a little bad and i apologize and ill try my best.

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mitch marner with an ADHD/neurodivergent gf!

warnings/content: just fluff, mitch is sweet and understanding, gf has adhd and is neurodivergent, mentions of triggers gf doesn’t like (ill try not to add a lot so it doesn’t affect you), that should be all!

a/n- here’s my work for this request and i hope it’s close as can be, i want it to make sense and i want people to understand it. i’m extremely sorry if this offends anyone

definition of adhd: A chronic condition including attention difficulty, hyperactivity, and impulsiveness.

ADHD often begins in childhood and can persist into adulthood. It may contribute to low self-esteem, troubled relationships, and difficulty at school or work.

definition of neurodiversity: The term “neurodivergent” describes people whose brain differences affect how their brain works. That means they have different strengths and challenges from people whose brains don't have those differences. The possible differences include medical disorders, learning disabilities and other conditions.

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mitch marner

-mitch is an extremely sweet and understanding person. when you guys first started becoming friends and when you started dating, you explained everything to him.

-by explaining i mean telling him how certain things affect you, how you act towards certain things, what makes you comfy and uncomfy.

-he made sure to listen and understand what you meant. mitch is a vocal yet well kept person, so he doesn’t really have problems asking when he doesn’t get something you say

-he also made sure not to ask to much or push anything further, he knows how hard it can be so he immediately educated himself to better understand.

-i feel like he can relate to some of the triggers you have or things you absolutely love.

-as neurodiversity is a bigger factor to depression, when you have downtimes, he makes sure to stay by your side but also give you space when needed

-if you guys are out in public, say at awards, he’s definitely making sure you’re 100% near him at all times. he doesn’t want you out of his line of sight, just to protect you.

-he loves you!! don’t forget that!! anything that you think are flaws, he sees them as perfection im telling you. mitch is extremely honest, so it goes perfect!!

-textures and sounds can play a huge roll in your life, so he makes sure he knows what you like and don’t like. such as soft texture and scratchy texture (i don’t really like that either).

-one of his favorite things about you, and there’s thousands, is when you just randomly start singing. like he’ll just be chilling with you on the couch, you both on your phones, and you just start singing. it’s like music to his ears, which it pretty much is music.

-your voice calms him down when he’s the one that’s had a bad day, and everyone has one no matter who you are and it’s normal. that’s why he always wants to be near you. you give him the comfort he needs and wants.

-when you move or fidget a lot, he calmly asks if everything’s okay and if you need him to do something or help you. i feel like that’s what he’d be like during the start and mid friendship and relationship.

-the longer you stayed with him, the more normal it was for him to know what to do. practice makes perfect and mitch lives by that, as hes also a hockey player and you need practice for that.

-overall, mitch understands you and loves you for who you are. and it’ll stay that way forever!

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okay well i hope you liked that! i tried to research and make sure i didn’t get anything wrong. i hope this wont offend anyone as im not the best educated on this stuff!

#post*guerillateezsworld #fluff #hockey #nhl #toronto maple leafs #mitch marner #mitch marner fluff #head cannons #imagine

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trippy-thot · 2 years

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Pls do yandere Billly showalter

Idk how I feel about this but, enjoy!

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Yandere Billy Showalter

(Aged Up Billy & Reader)

(Tw: Degradation, Possessive Behaviors, Manipulation)

You met Billy the first morning he got his new job as the paperboy.

Long story short, he hit you in the face with some papers and came over to apologize. But the apology was cut short when you insisted you were fine and even invited him in for some coffee.

That Summer was pretty much the two of you hanging out all the time. Spending weekends together, going on walks, getting milkshakes. He even let you ride on the back of his bike to deliver papers with him!

He was taken aback by how sweet you were to him. Considering he just cut your face (on accident) with some papers. He loved how kind-hearted and upbeat you were. The fact you would give him your undivided attention for however long he spoke. The fact that you were so friendly to him gave him butterflies

The only problem? You were like that with everyone. He’d never noticed considering the only time he really left his house was when he went somewhere with you.

Poor Billy. He thought he was so special for having someone so loving around him. That was until he ran into you the first day of school.

He had chained his bike up and was walking over to the courtyard. His eyes lit up when he saw you walk his way with a wave. He waved back, only to realize it wasn’t him you were acknowledging. It was someone else. His eyes lingered to his right to see some tall black haired boy open his arms and you practically jump into them.

The two of you stayed like that for a moment before he let you go. It didn’t bother Billy that you were talking to someone else. But it bothered him that you didn’t even bother to acknowledge his presence. The black haired boy took your hand and you walked right past him!

Throughout the day, Billy kept an eye on you. The two of you shared classes together, but so did that other dude. He never got a chance to speak to you since you were so infatuated by him.

When lunch time came around, he spotted the two of you sitting outside. It took him by surprise when you waved, signaling him over. Billy was almost thrown to the floor when you hugged him. He didn’t mind though. Nor did he want to let go.

He learned all about the other guy.

His name was Devin. He was 18 and a senior. He had a motorcycle. The leather jacket he had on was from his bike gang. His arms were scattered with tattoos. (Disregarding the facial piercings) And Billy could tell he was head over heels for you.

Billy could tell you felt the same way about him which made his blood boil.

What did Devin have that he didn’t? Other than An actual bike, and tattoos, and piercings, and-

All he could do was sit and smile as you gushed over Devin; gripping his plastic spork so hard it broke into 4 separate pieces.

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About a week after Billy met Devin, he asked you to hang out at his house. At first you declined, stating that you had plans with Devin that day. But you were persuaded when Billy told you he needed to talk to you about some serious stuff.

“Billy, this better be important. I was gonna go down to the cinema with Devin.” You groaned, sitting on his bed. He shut the door behind him and sighed. “About Devin…”

The two of you bickering back and forth over him. Billy had told you Devin had gone around doing stuff with other girls, which you didn’t believe. “You’re such a liar! Is this because you’re jealous of him? If you cared about me, you’d be happy for me!”

Billy sighed and turned the other way. “So I’m the bad guy because I want to hang out with you?” You stopped grumbling and looked at him. “What?” There was a brief pause. “No, I never said-“

“I just wanted to hang out with you is all. And I figured while you were here I’d tell you what I saw. Don’t believe me, believe me. It’s up to you. I just don’t want to see you get hurt because some douche played with your heart.”

You felt a hint of guilt in your chest as you looked at Billy. He really did look upset and concerned for you. “Not to mention he’s probably only using you for your body.”

The next hour you spent crying on Billy’s shoulder as he spoke. He continuously put you down and practically slut shamed you for hanging out with Devin. And when you tried to defend him, he changed courses.

“You don’t think he actually loves you. Right? You’re not that dumb. I mean seriously (Y/n). Why would he? You’re just a daft bimbo, and he seems to recognize that. He’d only use you for your body and throw you to the curb after. Of course he doesn’t love you! I don’t think anyone even would. Other than me.”

Billy spoke so harshly of you, but in such a sweet tone. He rubbed your back and played with your hair as he continued to tell you no one would ever love you like he does. His words coaxed you into his arms as you cried into chest. You couldn’t see it, but the large smirk on his face was confirmation of you falling right into his trap.

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The constant degradation from Billy eventually consumed you fully.

You no longer hung out with Devin. Or anyone else other than Billy for that matter. You stopped wearing clothes that fit and instead worse baggy oversized pants and shirts. No one spoke to you anymore because you were never alone.

You were always with Billy. At his side. At all times. Following him around like a lost puppy. Anyone who tried to converse or interact with you was driven away by his harsh words and insults. Not you though.

Overtime you learned that people just didn’t like you. He was right all along. People were only ever using you to their advantage. No one loved you. No one cared for you. No one even acknowledged you!

Other than your boyfriend Billy.

#Tbp #yandere #the black phone #x reader #billy showalter #paperboy #Yandere the black phone #billy showalter x reader

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americancowgirl19 · 2 years

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Summary: Your boyfriend, Eddie Munson, is starting to get heart eyes when looking at Steve Harrington and you’ve taken notice. Scared to lose Eddie to Steve you offer another solution - for you and Steve to share Eddie

Warnings: angst, fluff, trepidation

Reader: Female Reader

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Reader, Future Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington, Future Eddie Munson x Reader x Steve Harrington, Future Slow Burn Steve Harrington x Reader

Word Count: 1141

A/n: This is me dabbling in Stranger Things, I’ve never seen an episode so everything I’ve learned from the characters have been through fanfiction. I have a storyline idea and I’ll continue if this goes well, if not then I’ll stick with what I know!

Masterlist - Part Two (Fucking Billy)

“You like Steve... don’t you?” You bring up randomly while hanging out with Eddie in his room. You were working on some homework while he was going to town on his D&D campaign.

You hadn’t been able to get far in your work because this question was burning a hole in your mind. You, Steve and Eddie had gone to high school together. You and Eddie had gotten together during his last attempt at senior year, a couple of months before Chrissy’s death and that whole fiasco.

You and Steve ended up going to the same college and Eddie followed you. College isn’t really Eddie’s thing, but his band is doing really well at the bars and parties on campus.

Since you and Steve had some classes together, he was always around, the two of you leaning on each other to get through the brutal first semester. As Steve hung around you more, he inevitable hung with Eddie as well. The two of them were growing closer, forming their own style of friendship. Only recently you wondered if it was starting to go beyond friendship.

There’s been more than one instance where you and Steve are working together, and you’ve caught Steve staring at your boyfriend. The same has happened with Eddie. The staring and the flirting that they didn’t realize they did with each other were beginning to add up.

Despite Eddie’s attention turning on Steve he wasn’t being any less loving or attentive to you either; his attention was just slightly more divided now. Still, with Eddie growing more affectionate towards Steve you couldn’t help but to become nervous.

You saw this happen with your previous relationship. Everything was going great until someone else caught their eye and BAM they were gone. It was an ugly breakup that took you a long time to recover from. You didn’t think you’d have to worry about this happening with Eddie, he isn’t the type to cheat on you and you don’t think he will either. You’re just not a hundred percent sure that he’s going to stay with you if he finds better qualities in Steve.

“What do you mean?” Eddie asks, his eyes remaining downcast. It didn’t matter what he said after that, you had your answer. Before his infatuation with Steve, he would have jumped up and denied it. He would have made you laugh, give you a million kisses until the thoughts disappeared.

Eddie Munson like liked Steve Harrington.

“Oh, come on, Eddie,” You sighed, pushing your things to the side. “You know exactly what I’m talking about,” You state, calling him out as you climb off the bed. Only then does his head turn towards you and the truth in his eyes only solidifies your theories. “You like Steve. Like you like like him,”

“I love you,” Eddie stresses, standing up from his chair across the room.

“I don’t doubt that” You whisper, hugging yourself. “But for how long?” You wonder, a sad smile crossing your lips.

“What do you mean how long?” Eddie asks. “You’re my girl,” He states as if that clears everything up.

“How long until you grow bored of me? We’ve been together for a while now, Eddie. I guess I should be glad your eye hasn’t wondered off before but now that it is I can’t help but to think how much longer I’m going to be in the picture,” You confess, feeling your anxiety growing. You begin to pace slowly, your hands scratching your arms.

Steve and Eddie are the only friends you have on campus. If Eddie leaves you for Steve, then how can you hang out with them? You’ll lose them both in a snap of your fingers and you’ll be all alone. This college bullshit is hard enough, you didn’t think you could make it through the classes without their support.

“Be in the picture?” Eddie asks, slowly approaching you as if he were approaching a wild animal. “Sweetheart, you are the picture. You’re the sun I orbit around, the muse to my music, the Arwen to my Aragorn,” Eddie lists, coming closer with each phrase until he’s right in front of you.

You force yourself to stand still. He gently takes your hands from your arms and holds them firmly within his own. He guides your hands to his mouth where he places gentle kisses on your knuckles before wrapping them around his neck. Your fingers thread through his long, wavy hair while he grips your hips and holds you close.

“How could I grow bored of the only woman who actually saw me when I was nobody? When I am a nobody?”

“Baby, you’re not nobody-”

“Shh, I’m wooing right now,” Eddie whispers, kissing your cheek. You felt your cheeks warm, but you don’t say anything else as he continues. “I have been... flirting with Steve and I’m sorry I made you uncomfortable,”

“I just don’t want you to leave me,” You mutter softly. Eddie bumps his nose against yours.

“That’s blasphemous,” Eddie teases. “Honey, I’d marry you in a heartbeat if you’d let me but no, we have to wait until after you graduate,” Eddie rolls his eyes.

Eddie would have married your while the two of you were in senior year, only a couple of months after being together. He was positive you were the light of his life, the reason for his existence. He’s been obsessed with you since day one when you showed up to one of his gigs; he couldn’t keep his eyes off you that night... nor his hands...

“But you like Steve...” You bring up again. Eddie sighs slowly not denying it. You give him a soft smile, moving one hand from around his neck to press against his chest. “You just have too much love to give, Eddie Munson. Is that it?”

“Exactly, sweetheart,” Eddie says softly, being careful not to say the wrong thing.

“If I have to share you, then so be it...” You decide. “As long as there’s room for me left,”

“You really mean that?” Eddie asks, slowly lightening up.

“If he’s fine with me keeping you... then I’ll share,” You reassure him. A grin splits across his face. He whoops loudly, wrapping you in his arms and spinning you around.

“Baby, you have nothing to worry about. You’re never getting rid of me,” Eddie winks at you before planting a deep, passionate kiss on your lips that makes you go dizzy. “I love you. I love you. I love you,” Eddie mutters in between kisses causing you to laugh and hold onto him.

As relieved as you felt to realize Eddie wasn’t leaving you, you couldn’t help but feel trepidatious about Steve. Did you willingly let Eddie pursue the man that will lead to your breakup? Or is this what Eddie really needs, the two of you?

#Eddie Munson #steve harrington #Eddie x steve #steddie #x reader #x female reader #female reader #Eddie munson x female reader #Eddie Munson x reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x female reader #stranger things #steddie x reader #steddie x you #steddie x y/n

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lexis3npaii · 2 years

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Would You Still Love Me If I Was A Worm?

jisungxfem!reader

fluff fluff fluff (were we expecting anything else from me?)

1.4k words

if you see grammar mistakes, no you don’t :)

How could such a simple question lead to all of this?

“Would you still be my friend if I was a worm?” your best friend Jisung randomly asked.

“No.” you respond without hesitation.

“What?! Seriously?” he probes in shock, fully prepared for you to say yes and that you’d love him no matter what, as friends… of course…

“I don’t like worms. And if you were a worm that means I would have to hang out with you either in the dirt or the rain and you know I hate both.” you explain to the boy. “I wouldn’t want to deny you your wormly pleasures.”

“Oh please Y/N, stop talking.” Jisung groans as he rolls over on his bed you were both sitting on.

“Why are you taking this to heart? Don’t tell me you’re turning into a worm soon. Did you get cursed by some crazy voodoo man?” you ask in sarcastic shook, earning an eye roll from your friend.

“I just thought my BEST FRIEND would say she’d love me if I was a worm like I see people on socials do.” he explains in a not surprising dramatic manner. He watches as you cock your eyebrow, lips quirking into a cheeky smirk that he can’t keep his eyes off of.

“Yea anyone who says they’d still love someone if they were a worm is a) lying and b) a furry.” you sit up, suddenly very passionate about the topic. “I mean how would I even meet you if you were a worm? Did I just take you off the street and declare us friends? Were you once human and got turned into a worm? Was I once a worm now in a human body?” Jisung smiles at your tangent, enjoying how much you’re thinking about this. “-besides isn’t that like a couple trend? Why would you ask me? Unless my little Jisungie has a lil crush on me” At this Jisung’s brain shuts down. You move closer to him to teasingly poke his cheeks. He flops down on his bed and covers his head with a pillow, while you continue to tease and poke him.

Jisung contemplates if this is the moment. Is this how he should tell you he’s had a crush on you since you sat next to him in Poetry 1 freshmen year? Is this when he should lay all his feelings out, explaining how his crush only turned to infatuation as he got to know you. Infatuation turning into pure love and admiration. Is this the moment?

“Maybe I do.” Jisung finally replies muffled by the pillow on his face, his heart beating so fast, he’s praying you don’t notice. You stop poking him, blinking a few times as if that will reverse time so you can make sure you heard him right.

“What?” you’re finally able to say.

“Maybe I do.” still with the pillow covering his face.

You reach for the pillow, but his grip just grows tighter, refusing to let you see how flustered he is. He’s now in regret. Maybe this wasn’t the moment.

You two begin to play tug of war with the pillow. “Jisung, come on.” you continue to pull, not giving up until you’re face to face with your friend. In a sure fire way you know will capture his attention, you let go of the pillow, purposely hitting your elbow on the wall. “Ow.” you say with a fake ‘im-about-to-cry’ tone to your voice. At this Jisung springs right up to check if you’re okay.

“HA! Got you!” you shout, as Jisung throws his arms over his head in distress.

“No fair. I thought you were really hurt.” he pouts.

“I know. That’s why I did it.” you reach behind him to grab the pillow, ensuring he can’t escape this time. “Now explain yourself.”

Jisung weighs his options. On one hand he could tell you how he felt, how he’s been feeling. But on the other hand he could run out of his room and hide in the bathroom. For a moment he really considers the latter, but he decides against it, taking a deep breath before he spills his guts to the girl he has been in love with.

“Y/N I really like you. And to be honest, I think I’m in love with you. Whenever I’m with you, my days get better. Not even Minho or Chan can make me as happy as you do. I’ve thought about telling you all the time, but every time I back out, afraid to ruin our friendship. Because, truly, having you in my life just as friend, even though sometimes it hurts, is better than you not being in it at all.” The silence is thick and somehow very loud. You want to speak but you genuinely don’t know what to say.

You can’t lie and say you didn’t find Jisung attractive. Sometimes you would find yourself staring at his arms as he lifted his heavy backpack off the ground. His slim waist was to die for and something you were honestly kind of jealous of. He had a beautiful smile that matched his endearing laugh. And you loved the way his fluffy hair looked in the morning. You and Jisung already did things that couples would do. Not anything weird or sexual. Domestic things like grocery shopping together, or cuddling. Sometimes he even let you do a skincare routine for him at night because you slept over each other's places so much. He had a toothbrush and designated drawer at your apartment and you had the same at his. Sometimes the lines were so blurred, it already seemed like you were dating. So why did his confession leave you so stunned?

“Ji I- I don’t know what to say.” you manage to finally stutter out.

“No No!” he blurts out. “Don’t feel pressured to say anything or return my feelings. See- ughh.” He growls frustratedly. “I knew I shouldn't have said anything.” He places his hands over his face and falls back on his bed, missing the full coverage the pillow you stole provided.

“Ji.” You lean over him and pull his hands away. You were now laying on top of him. You guys have been in this position many times before, but now it felt different. It felt intimate. And for some reason you really wanted to lean in and kiss him. So you did.

The kiss is chaste and sweet but it doesn’t say enough, so you open your mouth to explain yourself, but your words are cut short when Jisung places his lips back on yours, settling the two of you upright. This kiss is deep and hungry. It feels like Jisung will never let go but you didn’t mind it because you didn’t want him to. He held your face delicately with both of his hands while you placed yours on his chest. When he finally pulls away, he touches his forehead to yours, keeping his hands in place. You slowly opened your eyes to find him searching your face. His eyes moving from your eyes to your lips, back and forth until both of your breathing settled.

“Jisung.” you quietly speak.

“Yea?”

“I think I’m in love with you too.” you confess to him. “Ask me the question again.”

“What question?” he asks with a giggle.

“If I would still LOVE you if you were a worm.” you reply with a smirk.

At this, Jisung lets go of your face, falling backwards in laughter.

“I think you’ll like the answer this time.”

“Y/N! I’m in love with you!” he shouts in between laughs, earning a huge grin from you.

“Come on ask.” you beg as you place yourself back onto his chest, hands folded with your chin resting on them.

Jisung stares down at you, adjusting his position so he’s more upright and his hand is resting on your back.

“Alright alright.” he finally settles down from all the laughter. “Would you, Y/N L/N, still LOVE me if I was a worm?”

You place your finger on your chin, pretending to be thinking really hard. “Yes. The answer is most definitely yes.” Jisung begins to slowly run his hand up and down your back. You place your cheek now on top of your hands, closing your eyes, almost being soothed to sleep by Jisung’s gentle touch.

“Can I ask you another question?” he asks.

“Hmm.”

“Can I kiss you again?” he shyly questions.

“Ji. You don’t even have to ask.”

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guess who’s back? back again? ME! i don’t want to get into the habit of only writing for my bias line (hyunjin, lee know, and chan) because i like to live vicariously through my y/ns, so i decided to write this with jisung. i was actually gonna go back and change it to yeonjun from TXT but i honestly think the way i characterized the male lead in this fits jisung more. what yall think? yeonjun or changbin next? 😈 as always feedback is greatly appreciated. luv ya <3

#skz jisung #han jisung #jisung x reader #jisung x y/n #skz #skz han #stray kids #stray kids x reader #stray kids fluff #stray kids fanfic

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cursedcola · 2 years

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Hello! Congratulations on 1000 followers! It's always so nice to see creators get the recognition they deserve.

I was wondering if I could request prompt 77. "It's an honor just to know you like this." With Silver?

Thank you so much, and once again, congratulations! :)

Prompt #77: “It’s an honor just to know you like this”

Character: Silver

Have you ever felt that someone was watching you? It’s odd how people have a sixth sense for that kind of thing. The saying ‘eyes like daggers,’ is born from truth, as a stare from afar can be just as noticeable as a hand on the shoulder.

Which is why Silver is not surprised when you turn from your conversation and wave to those at his table. He might have returned the gesture if Malleus had not beat him to it.

The process repeats the next day.

And the next.

And the following.

And the one after that too.

It keeps repeating. Where he cannot help but stare at you from afar. In the dining hall, in the library, in the walkways, the lecture hall - everywhere. His eyes trace you in the distance until your sixth sense activates and turn his way. Only to smile and wave at his young lord. Utterly unaware that the eyes you often felt came in pairs of two instead of one.

Your smile was not for him, and he could not pretend it was. His liege - the one he owed his life - was utterly infatuated with you; and why wouldn’t he be? If anyone was to be at Malleus’ side, Silver knows that you are worthy. You will treat Malleus with the love he craves, the attention he deserves, with both the kindness and strength he has seen time and time again since you arrived in Twisted Wonderland.

He can think of no one better for his liege and future king. His resolve only solidifies as the days go by and the love between you both becomes undeniable. On the eve of your first kiss, Malleus returned to the dorms utterly entranced. None had ever seen him so happy, and that night Silver truly accepted what could never become.

His chest ached throughout the night and into the following day.

Instead of staring from across a distance, you clung closer than ever before. Merely cutlery and a table divided Silver from your side, as you happily enjoyed your breakfast next to Malleus.

Silver could not help but watch you for the first time up close. From the curve of your lips, poorly suppressing a laugh at one of his father’s jokes, to the way you twirl your fork in between bites.

To his surprise, for the first and likely last time, you turned to wave at him. The feeling sent an unfamiliar jolt in his stomach, briefly wiping his normal impassive expression away in alarm.

“Silver? What’s wrong?”

Your voice screamed alarm bells, and caught the attention of his family. At Silver’s side, his father studies his son intently and steadies him with one hand.

“Nothing,” Silver gathers himself and picks up his fork,” “I was struggling to think of a proper congratulations…thank you for taking care of Master Malleus. He…we, are lucky to have you,”

“What? That’s it?,” you giggle, and his chest pulsates, “you’re so weird. I don’t know why you said it that way but I’m glad to be your friend too, dummy,”

His heart throbs harder and the air feels hard to breath. Silver has never experienced a pain like this before; and yet, deep down he knows it will never end. His master must remain his top priority, and as for you? Well, so long as you are happy then that is enough. It has to be enough.

“Indeed…It is an honor to know you just like this,”

#twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twst #twst imagines #twst scenarios #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland scenarios #silver x reader #twisted wonderland silver #twst silver x reader #twst silver #diasomnia #1000 follower special

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dailyfeverdreams · 2 years

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boggarts and puns

A/N: this is my first fic since i was like 12 so please be kind :)

plus size!reader x young professor!remus

characters are of age but this is pretty much just fluff.

warnings: internalized fatphobia, pretty heavy insecurities (can you tell this is just me trying to make myself feel better about my body lmao)

you raise your trembling fist to knock on the defense against the dark arts door. you were not looking forward to this appointment. it was bound to be humiliating, but you would be damned if you didn’t get through this class. it had never been your favorite (you were more gifted in potions), but this year it was even more difficult.

professor lupin was one of the most attractive people you’d ever met. it was impossible to focus with him teaching, his passion and inherent kindness lighting up his face. you told yourself, again and again, that it was just a crush, that schoolgirls developed little infatuations with their teachers all the time. but it made it exceedingly difficult to pay attention to his lectures when all you could hear was the increasing beat of your own heart as you gazed at his handsome, scarred face.

and lately, you were less certain that it was “just a crush”. you no longer consciously thought about him constantly, but it felt like you were breathing him in and out. something you were always aware of, just a little bit, that you could focus on or disregard, but he would still always be there, dancing at the edge of your consciousness with a little smile and encouraging eyes. in his presence, you felt like you were home, despite your insecurities and doubts and fears. surely all of that was more than a crush, as much as it scared you to admit.

of course, he could never be interested in you. for one, you were his student, and whatever you felt for him, you felt quite certain that he would not be so dishonorable as to have feelings for someone he had such authority over. for another, well… you had always been insecure about your body, as you had never been skinny. you were all round and soft, professor lupin would certainly only want someone toned and beautiful. not that he was shallow, of course, but people couldn’t help who they were attracted to, and it was most certainly not you.

the door opened quite suddenly, pulling you out of your thoughts. professor lupin’s face broke into a small smile upon seeing you, making your heart skip a beat or two. “hello, y/n. come on in.”

you stepped into the classroom, glancing around. things were still set up from your class’ lesson earlier that week, the wardrobe containing the boggart shaking and rattling. you had known instantly what your worst fear would be, and you knew your classmates would inevitably mock you for it. you had pulled the professor aside while your peers were taking their turn combatting the creature, and asked if you could give it a try in private. he agreed, stating that he would need to be present in case something went awry. now, it feels as though you simply drew out the humiliation. somehow, facing this in private, in front of a man you had strong feelings for, seemed more embarrassing than doing it in front of your classmates.

“before we get started, did you have any questions about the lesson?” there was openness and warmth in his voice, quelling any…scholarly fears you might have had.

“no, professor, i understand what to do,” you said, your voice shaking slightly from nerves about what you knew was about to happen.

“alright, just as in class, i’m going to open this wardrobe, and the boggart will take its form. use the riddikulus charm while keeping in mind a form for the boggart to take that would make you laugh, and i will be right here to stop it if something goes wrong,” he reassured you.

“okay, professor. thank you.”

he flicked his wand at the wardrobe, and it creaked open. a figure appeared within it, quickly becoming obvious that it was professor lupin himself. however, there was an expression on his face you had never seen before. a smirk, that almost seemed mocking. you didn’t look at the real professor, fearing his reaction.

you raised your wand, hoping to get this done with before the boggart could speak, but before you could utter the spell, the creature had opened its mouth and begun its taunts.

“you’re absolutely idiotic. did you really think i could have feelings for someone like you? you’re so stupid and naive. even if you weren’t just a little girl, do you really believe i could feel for you what you do for me? you’re fat and lazy, sometimes i laugh at the thought of us together. you’re just a child, the thought of being with you is enough to make me nauseous. if you were to ever-”

you clenched your eyes shut, screwing up your courage. you thought back to a conversation the two of you had had in class a couple weeks ago.

“you’re all doing very well. it’s riddikulus how proud i am of you!”

“professor, did you just make a pun?”

“riddikulus!”

the boggart snapped its mouth shut, its face shifting to one of pride and comfort.

“that’s it, you’re doing well. just a little more practice and it’ll be riddikulus how fast boggarts will run from you.”

i let out a snort of laughter. “that’s such a bad pun.”

“you still laughed! i’ll have you know that puns are my favorite form of humor. you can use them in any scenario.”

“oh really?” i responded, laughter in my voice. “tell one about divination.”

“hmm…ah! i gave up fortune-telling. there’s no future in it.”

“ha! i like that one. i prefer potions, myself. they cause quite a stir.”

he barked out a laugh. “that was just bad.”

“if you don’t like my magic jokes, you can acci-go through that door.”

“careful, you don’t want to get ex-spelled.”

“oh, i’m sorry, you’re a lumos in my life.”

“did someone use the confusion charm on you? because it’s confunding how polite you’re being.”

you laughed out loud then, before the real professor lupin moved in front of you. you gulped. you had forgotten he was there. his misty orb appeared before him before he firmly said, “riddikulus!” and turned to you. your eyes were cast downward. “y/n-”

“uh, i think i should go, i have a lot of homework to do and i really don’t want to deal with this situation right now. i’ll see you in class, bye!”

“y/n.”

you stopped on your way to the door and turned slowly, your cheeks heated and your eyes were fixed on the floor. “professor, we don’t have to talk about this. you can let me go and we’ll both be awkward for a couple days and then we’ll get over it and move on.”

he stepped toward you. “what if i want to talk about it?”

you chanced a glance upwards. his gaze was worried, and kind, and…hopeful?

“look, i…lots of students have crushes on their teachers, right? it’ll go away.” you didn’t want it to go away, but you didn’t say that.

“is…is that really how you think i see you?”

you shrugged. “i mean, you’re too nice to say it like that, but yeah, that’s how i think you feel.”

“no, i…i probably shouldn’t say this, but that’s not at all how i feel about you.”

“oh?” you glanced away as he stepped closer. you felt his hand on your cheek and felt your heart get impossibly faster as you met his gaze.

“i look at you, and i see someone strong, and kind, and beautiful. i am consumed by you, i think about you all the time. even if i’m just grading papers in my office, i imagine you across from me, working on schoolwork or–or grading papers of your own, after you become a potions professor. and i curse the fact that my imaginings aren’t real, that i can’t reach across my desk and take your hand. i curse the fact that you are so much younger, and deserve so much better, than me. and right now, i curse the fact that this is as far as i can allow myself to go, that i can’t close this gap and kiss you until you believe that i love you.”

you let out a small breath, feeling his warmth so close to you. “i love you too,” you breathed. “it feels as though you are a part of me, like you are in the very air i breathe. you make me smile, and laugh, and believe in love. and everyday, i imagine myself in your arms, and i feel so much less broken. i would give anything for things to be different between us, but for now i live for the moments i spend with you.”

his face broke into a broad grin unlike that which you had seen before. he reached down and grabbed each of your hands before bringing them to his mouth softly. “i love you, y/n.”

“i love you too, remus.”

“but…”

your heart slowed a little. “but i’m too young.”

“well, yes. although...you’re only a few years younger than me.”

“really? how’d you get to be a professor so young?”

“pure talent,” he replied with a cocky grin.

“so…i’m not too young...what’s the but?” you said, trying to keep us on topic.

“but i’m your professor. there’s a power imbalance here that i just can’t feel good about, and you mean too much for me to potentially hurt you with whatever power i have over you.”

“oh,” you breathed. “right.” you blinked, a realization coming to you. “you know…i only have a few weeks until i leave hogwarts. if you think about it, you won’t be my professor for much longer.”

he grinned again, his face lighting up like the lumos charm. “i can wait until then.”

“me too.”

you pulled him into a tight hug, pressing your lips into the line of his hair. you breathed in his scent, chocolate and old books, committing it to memory for the next four weeks. you tried to release him, but he clung onto you a little longer, seemingly unwilling to let go. your hands rested on his back, and you closed your eyes, reveling in the feeling of his arms around you.

you finally released one another and stepped back. you held out your hand for a shake. “i’ll see you in class, professor. thank you for the instruction.”

he took your hand firmly and straightened up. “i’ll see you in class, y/n. stop by anytime.”

you turned and walked out the door, a giddy joy in your heart that you hadn’t expected when you knocked on that door earlier that afternoon. he loved you. you loved him. you would wait for him as long as it took.

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Unexpected Sakura character deep dive or AKA why I’m convinced that kishi had at least some intention with her character to remain as shallow as she was when she was introduced because he could have changed her path at anytime but consciously chose not to:

I think when Kishi described Sakura’s love for Sasuke as a “selfish love” that was not only true at the time that Naruto began but remained true all the way to the very end of the series and onto Boruto as well. Kishi wrote Sakura as someone who was bullied as a child and gave her a crippling inferiority complex that she essentially never grew out of. She is not only extremely insecure about herself but also overcompensates in every way to make herself look bigger and better than she really is. Whether this was bragging about herself or doing something purposefully to get attention. And ever since she was a kid Sasuke was the “cool guy” that every girl in the village wanted. However, he never showed any girls any interest whatsoever, including Sakura, which only made village girls like Ino and Sakura want him even more.

In Sakura’s eyes, Sasuke is the flawless and fearless cool hot guy who could do no wrong. He is a gifted and talented ninja ever since he was a kid who outranked his peers a thousand to one. Sasuke, to Sakura, is a symbol of achievement and the epitome of success. And by winning his love, that would make her a success as well. To have the cool guy who never showed interest in any girl to pick HER? Well, that would mean she’s special too - like she always wanted to be. It doesn’t matter if she fundamentally misunderstands Sasuke as a person or that he was really just a traumatized kid who grew up without a family in a corrupted village who wanted him and his clan dead….That doesn’t matter to her, because that’s not the Sasuke that she built up in her mind. As long she can get him to love her, and show everyone that she’s special too, everything else doesn’t really matter.

Even in Boruto and Gaiden where it shows that Sasuke hasn’t visited his wife and daughter in over a decade and that Sarada has no idea where her father is or that Sakura hasn’t received so much as a hug/kiss from the person she married in years (if ever). OR that she can’t even answer a basic question from her daughter on if Sasuke ever wore glasses or not. It doesn’t matter because in Sakura’s mind, she won. The cool guy that everyone else wanted picked her, so that means shes special. Her inferiority complex that she never outgrew feeds into this acknowledgment and clings to it. She parades around the village wearing the uchiha symbol like a winner walks around with a gold medal and plasters the symbol on her house. It doesn’t matter that she has never been shown to acknowledge the mass murder of the uchiha clan or the violent history of Sasuke’s childhood. Or that even her husband doesn’t wear the uchiha symbol himself anymore. All that matters is that she won - her selfish love won in the end. Sasuke is hers and she feels validation that she wanted ever since she was a child.

well, yes, she sees sasuke as a price to be won and all she cares about is status. see, she doesn’t really care about him, no wonder kishimoto couldn’t bring himself to write a reason for her to “love” him because that would sound contrived. it’s not love, just infatuation. she’s infatuated with the sasuke she’s created in her head and his coolness and status. if there was another cooler guy, guess what, she would’ve gone for him instead of sasuke, her character is that shallow after all. why do you think she gets aggressive when her daughter starts asking valid questions about her shady “marriage”? because she can’t keep up with the appearances and delusions that “she won” when she still doesn’t get any affection, when she didn’t really got what she wanted and has to compensate with the uchiha crest and lies, the same way she brags about herself while trying to put other people down to feel better when, in fact, deep down she knows she “can’t do anything”, as sakura herself admitted it multiple times. kishimoto starts the story saying she’s someone that pursues a selfish love and ends it saying sakura is addicted to sasuke, a word with a negative connotation, indicating she’s toxic, and his portrayals are compatible to what he says.

#ask #anonymous

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