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lorkai · 2 months

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.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: I'm a little biased as always when it comes to those two but this was one of my best fics imo, look at their happy faces. They're so precious! I love them sm ipjwiojweoijg. There's probably some typos but I'm super busy with uni stuff + can't find the time now to proofread and this has been on my drafts for a while now, so I'm posting how it is. Tagging u bcs u asked, I hope u like this silly fic! @hanafubukki

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Not necessarily a warning but there's some suggestiveness at the start.

"Today I'm going to steal Rook's hat!" Those were your exact words.

You said this at six o'clock in the morning, the sun still creeping across the sky to brighten everyone and everything another day, after having entered through the open window of Vil's room like a gremlin - how you did it he had no idea considering his room was on the top floor of Pomefiore.

And in that moment, when you gush about how smooth and soft Rook's hat felt to the touch, and how you would play with the feather and laugh at the surprised expression on Rook's face, Vil wanted nothing more than to turn to the other side of the bed and go back to sleep.

You threw yourself into the vacant space next to Vil, swinging your legs happily as you asked for your beloved's help. Your little puppy eyes making his heart clench and twist inside his chest, like it always did when you used that same trick time and time again.

Breathe, exhale. He remembered. He couldn't give in to your whims again, he remembered well what happened last time.

You invited yourself even closer to him, ignoring your personal distance to cup his face in your hands, fingers massaging the silky skin as you looked up at him. "Please, Mein Lieber."

For a long second, Vil wondered how he could love two persons as chaotic as you and Rook. You two were practically the same and more times than you should you followed the hunter around, imitating his mannerisms and making him laugh like that because you think it was funny. You liked imitating him and Rook loved to have you around, taking you to people watch while you both stated your observations on each person.

This and Rook liked to teach you the hunter ways. So far, you haven't killed anyone with your bad bow skills.

"Du bist die Liebe meiines Lebeéns." You whispered against his ear, consonants and vowels completely exaggerated and some pronounced wrong. And he ignored you, rolling his eyes, accustomed to your antics by now.

One of the different things between you and Rook is that the Chasseur D'amour would use flattery and his good observation to get what he wanted, you instead always chose to irritate people (mainly Vil) with your terrible German speech. Was it your only weapon or was it just because Vil couldn't bear such torture?

He preferred not to know.

You then changed tactics, preferring to fill his face with slow kisses but always avoiding the place he wanted you to kiss him. His temples, his cheeks, his nose, his chin, every bit of skin your lips touched made him feel dizzy. Vil could mentally hear Rook's whines if he were there, ignored, Rook was always so needy for his and yours attention.

His rough, chipped lips slowly descending though the queen's neck while his hands free from his gloves gently navigated Vil's sides and hips. He trembled in your arms.

"That's enough!" Vil looked at you, panting. He held you before you could kiss his eyebrows too. "I'll help you, but you better come here right now and kiss me. On the lips, darling."

You didn't need to hear it twice. The kiss began softly, a needy dance of emotions. But he wanted more, needed more until he was truly satisfied with it. You had woken him up too early, had disturbed him and irritated him. He needed this to restore his good mood.

He needed you like you needed him.

Time seemed to slow down as you met again for a kiss, and another, and another, and hundreds of others, leaving only a sweet freshness behind. That was how he described all the kisses he shared with you, all of them precious.

Vil felt you smiling through the kiss, he could feel the aura of victory and presumption that exuded from you. He bit your bottom lip hard to keep your attention on him, making you whine.

"However, the execution of this plan of yours will depend entirely on you, Liebling. I don't need to remind you that Rook is a great observer and will instantly know you’re up to something if you act differently.”

You nodded as if you were confident that your other lover wouldn't be able to notice anything. Or at least, that he didn't realize it until it was too late.

Later, after you had kissed Vil until he was beaming and satisfied, and his lips were softly swollen, you found yourself sitting on a high branch of a tree, hidden from view and engulfed by green leaves. Waiting for the right moment, watching your target.

You forced your eyes to follow every movement of your vulnerable prey, the one who was sitting a few meters away from you, resting in his usual spot and polishing his bow.

As promised, Vil was talking to Rook about a subject you didn't know what it was. His expression carried the usual serious air but it was accompanied by a calm smile. Rook had that effect on him. And in you too, as if he always knew what you needed to hear to smile, to laugh and to cry.

Yuu notices the way Rook tilts his head to better hear what Vil is saying and how Vil laughs at Rook's jokes. A few seconds go by, you very slowly starts to climb down from your hiding spot, at this point you didn't even need to think anymore, your hands knew where to hold and how to search. It was like second nature.

Finally on the ground again, you do your best to mingle with the tall trees and huge bushes. You can still make out Rook and Vil's figures, the hunter stood up, showing Vil his bow and arrows, and he demonstrated the correct way to hold it.

It occurred to you that maybe Vil was talking about some role he would need to play as an archer and you had to admit that captured Rook's attention perfectly. He was so excited while he explained this and that to his lover, you almost wished to forget your little plan and come closer to listen to him. When he goes on a rant, his beautiful green eyes lighten up while he explain and demonstrates, even more when he can answer some doubts.

'Focus, soldier', you thought to yourself.

The hunter handed his bow to the queen, placing his hands over Vil's and explaining how Vil should shoot to hit the target. And Vil did perfectly. As Vil gracefully executed the instructions, Rook's admiration was evident by his big smile.

As Vil's aim improved under Rook's guidance, you edged closer, careful not to disturb the serene moment. Careful to remember every little detail. You could feel the tension building within you, anticipation mingling with determination. As Vil hitted the target, Rook engulfed him in a warm and long hug, swaying side to side as if they were doing a little comemmoration dance.

This was the moment you had been waiting for, as Rook kept praising Vil, you were getting closer, silent, deadly, your hands strecthed to grab your prize. sensed the perfect opportunity to strike. Timing was crucial, very important for you mission, and you waited a little more, watching them.

His hat was so close now... The sun shone into it, making it looks so comfy. You almost wanted to rush, to grab and run but you waited just a little more.

Vil handed back the bow, still smiling. You could tell it was genuine, he was proud of himself to be able to hit the target even if he wouldn't use this knowledge anywhere. More than this, as he put a stray hair behind his ear, Rook stood on his tiptoes to give his queen a kiss as reward.

And was then that you emerged from your hiding place, your presence initially unnoticed amidst the rustling leaves. Before either could react, you grabbed his hat and ran as if your life depended on it. It was so much beautiful, so soft and comfy, you putted on your head, the last thing you saw was Rook's shocked but proud eyes staring at you.

You had accomplished your mission, feeling very proud of yourself. But now it was time to proceed with the next phase of your plan; run away from Rook.

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enhahooninurwindow · 1 month

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Could u write a fix of niki calling reader clingy and annoying and has to make it up to the reader because they over hear it and get into a argument leading to reader removing their promise ring?

also i really love your fics ur so talented!!! stay safe and healthy!!! |(￣3￣)|

Apology and Affection

Pairing: Niki x reader 🍓MASTERLIST

Genre: fluff

Wc: 641

Synopsis: niki was teasingly telling jake abt how clingy you are and you overheard it leaving you upset. noticing this niki decides to make it up to you.

a/n: this is saur cute really. tyyyy anon, u too, take care and stay safe! 💋💋🩷💕

Niki knew he messed up today when he told Jake about you, telling him that even though you are adorable, you get too clingy and into his personal space making him annoyed and calling you needy. But unbeknownst to him, you heard everything, breaking down each time you whatever he said rings in your head. It broke his heart watching you lay in bed all day, eyes dull with hurt. So now he was going to do whatever to make it up to you. “hi baby,” he said, sitting next to you on the bed and wrapping his arm around your shoulder. you just shrugged and swatted his hand off. He paused before placing his chin on your shoulder, watching you get annoyed and scoot away. He watched as you got out of the bed, taking a pillow and blanket and going to the living room. His heart sank as he kept his arm on where you used to lay. And now he REALLY messed up. He got out of the bed and followed you into the living room like a cat following it’s owner. Approaching her gently, Niki knelt beside the couch, his heart filled with regret. "Hey love," he said softly, reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair from your face. "I'm really sorry about what I said earlier. I didn't mean to hurt you." You looked up at him, your eyes still moist with unshed tears. "It's okay," you murmured, though your voice trembled slightly. "No, it's not okay," he insisted, his tone filled with genuine concern. "I should never have said that, even as a joke. I love you just the way you are, and I never want to make you feel bad about yourself." Your expression softened as you listened to Niki. You could see the sincerity in his eyes, and it warmed your heart. "I just... I don't want to be a burden to you," you admitted quietly. Niki shook his head gently. "You're not a burden, love. You're my favorite person in the world," he said, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "And besides, a little clinginess is just a sign of how much you love me, right?" You couldn't help but smile at his attempt to lighten the mood. "I do love you," you said softly, your eyes meeting his. "I love you too, more than words can express," Niki replied, leaning in to kiss your forehead tenderly. As you sat together on the couch, Niki started to tickle your sides gently, eliciting a surprised squeal from you. Laughter filled the room as you playfully teased each other, the tension from earlier dissipating with each shared giggle. "You're lucky I love you," Eunkyung teased, poking Niki's cheek playfully. He grinned. "And you're lucky I'm such a good boyfriend," he retorted, giving you a mock stern look before bursting into laughter again. Your playful banter continued, turning the atmosphere from somber to light-hearted. Niki made silly faces and told funny stories, doing everything he could to see you smile again. "I promise to be more mindful of what I say in the future," Niki said sincerely, his eyes locking with yours. "And I'll always be here to comfort you whenever you're upset, no matter what." You nodded, feeling grateful for Niki's understanding and love. "I know, and I appreciate that more than anything," you said, snuggling closer to him. As you cuddled on the couch, basking in the warmth of each other's presence, Niki whispered sweet words of reassurance and affection into your ear. You closed your eyes, feeling a sense of love wash over. In that moment, you both knew that misunderstandings were a part of any relationship, but what truly mattered was how you handled them together, with love, understanding, and a healthy dose of playfulness.

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romanestuffsposts · 4 months

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hi hi🐳

can you please do daddy!bucky x babyspace!reader (like the reader has a pacifier, a bottle, wears nappies) where daddy bucky is having playtime with the reader playing peek a boo with the reader knowing it’s their favourite game and he tickles them a lot because he loves hearing baby reader giggle and squeal and then he feeds baby reader a bottle and rocks them to sleep?

sorry if that’s weird or cringy 😔

Hi there love! 💜

No please, your request is perfect sweetie! Don’t think the things you want to see written are weird or cringe, the one you ask is really cute and I love it!

I Hope you like what I wrote for you ❤️

Enjoy <33

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Warnings : playful, tickles, teasing, kisses, pet names, diaper, sleepiness

Pairings : Daddy!Bucky x Little!Reader

Summary : It's your day alone with your Daddy today but sleepiness seems not to want to leave you. While he was changing you, he thought it could be fun to play a little game to waking you up... now you just have to protect your sensitive skin

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The morning sun is peeking through your window but apparentely it's not enough to wake you up.

About 30 minutes later, your Daddy walks inside your room and smiles when he sees you still sleeping. It's the second morning that your Papa is away for a mission and even tho he misses Steve, he loves having you for himself. He loves taking care of you.

He quietly sits on the edge of the bed and gently strokes your arm up and down with the tip of his fingers. You removed the cover in your sleep because it was burning hot in there.

You wiggle a little but still sleep pronfondly. he chuckles to himself because he knows you better than anyone and he knows how hard it is to wake you up.

He gets up and lies on top of you while groaning "waky waky, babygirl" he says in a funny way

You groan and open an eye "daddyy" you whine. He hummes with a silly smile. He knows he's being annoying and he loves it.

"get off" you whine again making him chuckle "rude little one" He rests his chin on your shoulder and tilts his head "i'm going to stand up only if your promise me that you'll get up too"

You groan louder "fineee"

He smiles and stands up. He watches you sitting on the bed and he can tell it wasn't easily, you really are tired this morning. You peer up at him with tired eyes and a little pout which make him smile. he tilts his head and walks to you, he lifts you up in his arms and you immediately wraps yourself around him like a koala.

"you need to be change baby ?" he asks and you nod your head. He walks in the bathroom and lies you down on the changing table. You let him change you and clean you, once he closed your beautiful purple diaper he looks back at you.

He frowns when he sees your beautiful eyes closed. He shakes your hips softly "little one" he sighs "it's not the time to sleep"

You moan and grimace but don't open your eyes "baby" he says less impatient now.

‘’Open those beautiful eyes or you’re gonna regret it, babygirl’’ he teases, trying to scare you.

He knows you won’t be scared but he wants you to play and he knows how to make you in the mood.

As he expected, your eyes stay closed so he tries something else ‘’let’s play a game’’

He opens your eyes with his fingers and chuckles because of the face you’re making. ‘’You have to keep your eyes open for the game baby’’

You groan but open your eyes, the call of a game too strong to go back to sleep.

You see your Daddy hiding his eyes and your eyes immediately light up. You absoutely love that game, you play it with your Daddy or Papa each time you're not in the mood.

They know how much you love it, it makes you feel little and you love it when they're playful like this with you.

He smiles behind his hands when he hears you giggle at the anticipation

"peeeeek aaaa..." he trails on, he feels you wiggling on the changing table at his teasing.

"Boo!!" he yells in his silly tone making you squeal loudly. He hides back his eyes with his hands and start all over again. He comes closer to you with his masked face and you bite your lower lip.

"Peek aaa.." He says more quietly than before but the teasing in his voice is still there.

When he says 'boo', his claws jump on your ribs and he shakes them. Your hands grab his wrists but you don't try to move them, you just laugh to hard for that.

He chuckles along with you and move his hands away from your senstive skin. He doesn't lose a time and hide back his eyes, your giggles are still leaving your throat because you knopw the game is about to start again.

He waits seconds before finally starting "peek aaaa.." He bend forward in a quick movement and yells "boo" loudly again before jumping on your skin once again.

You yell and harsh your back, this time he targets your sides and belly and the feeling is still the same than before ; torturous.

"Daddy toppp" You laugh. He notices from your tone that you had enough and decide to stop. It's all fun and games but he never wants to go too far, it's not the point of it.

He chuckles and kisses your belly button before putting on you your new diaper.

You're now all ready for the day with your Daddy

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ttoddii · 3 months

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please,

pairing(s): bada lee x f!reader

cw: angst, very very little cussing, maybe reader is just high idk, bad grammar, lowercase intended.

wc: 1k

summary: you can't seem to get over a certain girl that you had met in your dream.

a/n: once again, apologies for a very messy story because i'm sleepy ;-; and apologies again because i had not been posting as frequent, had been through a lot of things recently. but i'll try to adjust that. lastly, i hope you enjoy this.

you slowly open your eyes, a sigh gently leave your mouth as you sit up. your body have no energy to make any big move right now, redirecting your gaze to take a glance at your clock, still too early, too early for you to feel so disappointed.

nothing. again.

it was heartbroken, no you didn't go through any broke up recently, and no you definitely is living a happy life, having what you need. but god, why? why does he has to torture you like this? why does he has to make you fall so hard in love with someone in your dream?

it was a long time ago. too long. to the point where you barely even remember what was the dream about.

and yet, you can't seem to get her out of your head.

she is a sweet girl, her smile as bright as the sun, her hug make you feel like the sea is gently washing away all your troubles from deep within your soul.

maybe that's why her name is bada.

she told you that. her voice was so lovely, and that seems to be the only memory you have from that dream.

it's funny, and pathetic, honestly. because you can never seem to remember anything, any detail of the dream, and yet you can remember how soft her touch is when it land on your hand, or how pretty her eyes are when you look into it.

a girl that make you helplessly fall in love.

and it hurt, it hurt so bad because you can never see her again. relationships that have ups and downs are great, you really think so, because at least you can feel them, touch them, see them.

but this? you don't even know if she exist or not, but you are hopelessly in love with her.

you wish you could see her, feel her, kiss her, hug her.

you tried, of course, countless time. you would think about her non-stop in the day, hoping, wishing that by the night, when you're deep in your sleep, you could see her again.

but to no avail.

you find yourself helpless in this silly crush of yours. why did you have to like someone that's not real? why is the world so cruel to you?

"i should just stop", you mumble. your hands rub softly against your eyes.

the words are a reminder to yourself that maybe, maybe you should give up.

but what if you still have a chance tonight?

you shake your head, forcefully pushing the thought out of your head. your hands going up to your cheeks to squeeze it gently, attempting to make yourself a bit more awake.

you do like the girl too much, but is it enough to risk having a hopeless cycle that might make you cry days and nights?

no, maybe not. if you continue, you will break.

it's a vicious cycle. a cycle that if you don't fight against, you would succumb to your own heartbreak.

and the worst thing is.

that heartbreak is not even real.

feeling is a bitch, it give you a hint of happiness and then take that same happiness away, even though you hold on to it for dear life. feeling is a bully.

you sigh, your body slowly fall back down to the bed. your eyes open to look at the ceiling, it's still pretty early isn't it? maybe you should sleep more? you don't have plans today, and most definitely not in the mood to wake up yet, your eyes are still heavy and your brain still too fuzzy.

at some point, the heaviness of your heart sink into your bed and you slowly drift to sleep along with it.

"love", a soft voice call out to you as you can feel something touching your face, and you shift, your body move slowly as you open your eyes.

somehow, you're at the beach now, and you could see the stars above your head. your right hand holding up to your cheek to touch someone else hand, and you can feel the slender fingers, resting on your face.

"bada?" you asked softly, your eyes moving to find the source of the voice.

and there she is, ever so gentle, smiling at you. your face shocked as your body shoot up and you turn to look at bada.

her figure sitting down on the sand as she look straight at you, her hair fall down over her shoulder as she pat her hand on the spot next to her, indicating for you to sit a bit closer.

so you did just that, scooting over to her as you try to keep eyes contact,

you're scared, scared that if you look away, bada would disappear.

bada chuckle, she lean back, putting her hand behind her back and use it to support her upper body.

"it's a nice night, isn't it?", she said, her gaze now move to the waves that are slowly moving to the shore.

it is indeed a nice night, a night where the sky is so clear that you could see every stars twinkling above your head, you can feel the chilly air hugging around your body, you can smell the saltiness lingering around, you can hear the sound of waves crashing down, and most importantly, you can feel her sitting next to you.

of course, it's a dream, nothing is real, even this nice night view, even all the things you feel right now, it's not real.

but maybe, just for today, right now, at this moment, you rather enjoy it than stressing it too much. after all, you did wait for this, you did hope for it to come.

"bada", you reach out first, your voice softly as you slowly lay your head on bada's shoulder. it's tiring, really, to keep waiting for a day like this. but you're happy at this moment, you feel content.

you can feel bada sigh softly, her hand move up to give you a head pat, her fingers run through the lock of your hair as you hum. to feel something like this, even when it's not real, make you feel safe.

bada sigh again, and she hold your head up softly, her hands cup your cheeks as she look at you in the eyes.

"please, darling, move on, without me." bada said, her smile so soft that it's like a stream of warm water just poured through your heart, and yet, so bitterly.

so so bitterly.

and once again, you open your eyes.

#bada lee #bada lee x reader #bada lee x y/n #bada x reader #lee bada #bada lee x reader angst #bada lee angst #swf2 x reader #⟢ tod's chaos

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zegrasdrysdale · 4 months

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I wanted to send in a request for cole :)

Reader does yoga every morning and he wants her to teach him. It’s just something silly and cute

[ zen ] c. caufield

paring : Cole Caufield x fem!reader

summary : Cole finds (Y/N) one morning doing her yoga routine and he decides he wants her to teach him some yoga

warning(s) : some suggestive comments, but a lot of flirting

author’s note : this has been sitting in my inbox since i started the christmas fic marathon and i feel bad bc i wanted to focus on that … anon, hope you enjoy :)

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One of her favorite things about the day is the beginning of the day. She finds it incredibly relaxing to stretch out and do some yoga before she gets her day started. It puts her in the best mood, and she never misses a day.

Today is no different.

She walks into the garage gym that she and Cole have in their Montreal home with her yoga mat, her phone, and her AirPods in her hands. The sun has just started to rise so the sky is a beautiful mix of blue, purple, and orange. There's a light haze in the air so it's the perfect vibe for a morning yoga session.

She puts on some calming instrumental music and begins to stretch out so she doesn't pull anything while she's doing some yoga.

(Y/N) takes a minute to do some deep breathing exercises before she begins her session. She feels her muscles comfortably stretch as she goes through her usual yoga poses and stretches.

It feels so good to stretch out and do some morning yoga, especially after a good night's sleep. All her tight muscles get loose, and she keeps her breathing under control.

She's in a downward dog pose when she hears the garage door open and close. She turns her head to see her boyfriend in the doorway. His eyes aren't on her face though.

"Hey, my eyes are over here, Caufield," she comments as she slowly comes out of the pose. "You're never up this early, and you usually aren't here if you are."

Cole's eyes shift to her face. "I just woke up," he replies. "I think in more than one way." (Y/N) raises her eyebrows. "Anyway, can I join in? I keep trying to and I always miss your morning sessions. I want to learn how to do yoga. The trainer keeps telling me that my muscles are too tight."

Then he smiles that Cole Caufield smile and she suddenly doesn't know how to say no. She never knows how to say no when he flashes that smile at him.

"Fine," she replies. "No funny business though."

"No idea what you mean."

She playfully rolls her eyes and disconnects her AirPods so the two of them can hear the music. The instrumental music comes from her phone, which sits between them.

Cole grabs an extra yoga mat and sets up camp beside his girlfriend. She stands beside him on her own mat and says, "Follow my lead. I'm going to pick up where I left off when you interrupted me."

He smiles and she goes back down into downward dog. Cole takes it in and mirrors what she is doing. She looks over at him and sees that he's doing it wrong. "Oh my God, Cole," she sighs. "You have to put your feet flat on the ground and straighten your legs."

When he looks over at her confused, she comes out of the pose and turns to Cole. She straightens his knees and moves his legs in so his feet are flat on the mat. She presses her hands into his lower back so his back is straight.

"Yoga is so hard, (Y/N)," Cole tell her. It sounds like he's holding in his breath.

"You need to breathe, baby," she retorts. "I can tell you aren't breathing. Deep breaths. In and out. It keeps you relaxed and will help you loosen your muscles."

She hears Cole take a deep breath in. She smiles and watches him look up at her. He mirrors her smile. “Am I doing a good job?” he asks.

(Y/N) laughs and nods. “Yeah,” she tells him. “Move into the Cobra pose like this.” She demonstrates and Cole watches her intently.

When she’s pushing her upper body up with her legs flat on the ground, Cole tries his best to mirror what she did to get to the Cobra pose.

“Push your chest out and keep your arms slightly bent,” she orders him. Cole bends his stiff arms and pushes his chest out like she told him to. “Good job, Coley.”

Cole flushes and smiles. “I have a good teacher,” he says. (Y/N) laughs and shakes her head.

“Such a flatterer,” she retorts. “Push up into downward dog then push yourself up to your feet. Time for the next pose.”

He does what she says and they both push themselves up to their feet. Cole looks over at her with his eyebrows raised like he’s asking “what’s next?” “What do you have us doing next, Miss (L/N)?” Cole asks.

“Triangle.”

“What the fuck is triangle?”

(Y/N) laughs and walks over to her boyfriend. She kicks his feet a little wider than shoulder width apart, which brings him down to her height.

Cole smiles when he meets her eyes. “Hi, baby,” he says.

“Hi, my love,” she replies with a mirrored smile. (Y/N) leans in and presses a small kiss to his lips.

They get a little distracted for a few seconds when Cole deepens the kiss. His hands come up to cup her jaw and she lets her hands fall to his waist.

She mumbles, “We’re not done yet, Coley.”

“Can’t we go do yoga in bed?” he questions as he pulls away. Not very far though because his lips still touch hers when he talks. “I know a couple of poses that’ll stretch us out really good.”

The innuendo makes her laugh and shake her head. “You know I have to finish my routine,” she tells him. “You said you wanted to join me and learn yoga. Now, bend right at the waist. Put one hand on the ground next to your right foot and put your left arm facing the sky.”

He groans and listens to her. “I’m starting to dislike yoga, (Y/N),” he pants.

“Breathe, Cole,” she reminds him. He inhales deeply and exhales.

There are a few more poses then they’re done. Cole gets all happy.

“That was actually really fun,” he tells her. “I feel loose.”

As (Y/N) rolls up her mat, she says, “You should join me on the days you are here in the morning.”

Cole blinks at her and rolls up his own mat. “That’s okay,” he replies. “It’s more of an every so often thing for me. I am really glad you found something you like and can do all the time.”

She smiles and wraps her arms around his neck. “I really enjoyed doing yoga with you so you can come here any time you want,” she states. “Maybe I’ll teach you some more poses.”

“I think I’d like that,” Cole says with a smile. “Now, can we please go take care of my little problem? Because you don’t know how much I really liked seeing you in your yoga outfit.”

With a laugh, she grabs his hand and leads him into the main house.

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strawbby-shortcake · 3 months

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✯ Showing Fight Club Characters Memes ✯[all gn! reader]

❀ Marla ❀ You and Marla were sitting inside the laundry mat waiting for some careless person to leave their clothes behind. The two of you rarely hung out or spoke, but when you did, it was to steal jeans and sell them. Marla used the money for cigarettes and you used it for snacks. It was sort of like "bonding time" between you and her. Not that Marla would admit that- or you.

She was getting restless waiting, and she didn't have any cigarettes on her, so she needed a distraction.

"Hey, show me something funny," Marla said, resting her head on your shoulder.

You glanced at her messy hairdo and chuckled.

"Sure," you replied.

You got out your phone and starting scrolling through your gallery. A meme that you made of Jack sleeping popped up. Marla's eyes widened and she started to laugh. She laughed for a while until she had a coughing fit.

"Maybe you should quit smoking," murmured.

"Over my dead body."

✭ Jack ✭

Jack was dozing off in his office cubicle, as usual. You were his co-worker and thought he could use a funny photo to look at while attempting to stay awake.

"Excuse me?" you whispered, gently nudging him.

"Wha-! Huh?" Jack jerked awake and looked around frantically.

"Woah, take it easy. It's just me."

Jack looked at you wearily and rolled his eyes. He was always in such a terrible mood. To be honest, he looked like he hadn't slept at all. Maybe that's why he's irritable.

You showed him a cat meme on your phone, "Here, I thought you could use a nice laugh today!"

He stared at the photo blankly, but didn't give you a response.

"Uhm... okay then, see you tomorrow," you said, quickly exiting his area.

✦ Robert "Bob" Paulson ✦ It was another full house at the testicular cancer support groups. You didn't understand why you were there. Maybe you were curious. A big man with an even bigger chest made his way towards you. His name tag said "BOB" in bold letters.

As soon as he got within two feet of you, he enveloped you in a bear hug. He smelled oddly of a mixture of sweat, perfume, and wood. You were being crushed, but patted him on the back since he was sobbing. Maybe because of his testicular cancer, or he got it removed. Either way, he was in dire need of cheering up.

"Hey, do you want to see something funny?" you asked.

Bob looked at you with teary eyes and nodded.

You showed him a meme from your gallery and he laughed slightly. You were about to put you phone away when he suddenly starting swiping from over your shoulder. Personal pictures, tax documents, the whole sha-bang. Bob saw it all. Did he care? Probably not. He just wanted to scroll.

⍟ Angel Face ⍟

You and Angel Face met at Lou's Tavern one evening. He was a simple-minded guy, seemed to be the highlight of everyone's night, and was easy-going. You two had run out of things to talk about, so you decided to show him a meme from your gallery.

"Oh, what's this?" he questioned.

"It's just a silly picture I saved."

He snatched your phone from your hands and looked at it closely. You tried to grab it back but he jumped away from you.

"What's your deal, man?" you fumed, "that's my phone."

"I'm just trying to get a better look at it!" Angel Face whined.

You sighed and shook your head, there was no use in trying to get it back at this point.

✴ Tyler Durden ✴

Tyler was working on his famous pink soap- the "yardstick of civilization," as he would call it. Lots of high end stores bought from him. He never told you the secret ingredient though.

He'd been silent for quite some time, only humming once in a while or whistling. You decided, like any good friend should, to interact with him and show him some memes.

"Tyler, hey man, wanna see something funny?" you asked.

You poked him in the shoulder a few times before he pushed your hand off.

He took his cigarette from his mouth and paused his soap making.

"What do you want?"

"I was trying to show you something, jerk face," you replied.

Tyler didn't even bothering looking up, he just continued to fiddle with glycerin. You guess that his reaction was to be suspected since he never really listened to you in the first place.

You sighed, "Whatever."

[END]

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matenrou-fan · 1 year

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Ooh! I have a funny request!

Could I request Lucifer, Mammon and Diavolo's s/o calling them "The most handsome demon" before running up to hug them in public?

Lucifer, Mammon and Diavolo's NB!s/o calling them "The most handsome demon" in public

ahhh this one is so cute..! >O<

NBreader, fluff, teasing, just wholesome stuff, something like a spoiler for Devilgram 'The Escorts' in small bonus;;

-Well.. he does like PDA with you, but sometimes the way you show your love for him can be so confusing.

-It's not a secret that he, as an avatar of Pride, loves when you compliment him or show your love in general, but he prefers to do all sweet things in private, where he also can show you all his affection.

-So when he hears your cheerful loud voice screaming something about the most handsome demon Lucifer gets kinda alarmed. There were too many strange accidents and stories with you in Devildom so his first thought was that you get into another goofy story somehow.

-Yet when he notices that you are running right in his direction with open arms it is too late. You already jump and embrace him, nuzzling your face in his chest.

-"Oh! And I was wondering what you were up to this time.. S/o, you do know I'm really busy right now..?" - Lucifer scoffs, trying acting cool yet actually feels tingling warmth spreading in his chest. He can't help but pat your head with a little smirk. - "Be more patient and wait when I will be free, so we can get quality time together, okay..? And don't you dare trying something like that with my brothers now.."

-He values his status as a strict collected demon so all these lovey-dovey things in public are not for him. If you want some affection from him right in front of everyone so badly, then Lucifer prefers more mature ways to show his love for you, touching your waist or holding your hand tightly, thumb caressing your knuckles.

-"If you want something more than you should ask nicely, darling.." - he smirks, noticing how you cling to him more. - "Or this is too much for you right now? Embarrassed to say it out loud?"

-Do you want to kill this man?!

-Mammon absolutely loves your affection, yet it's so hard for him not to actually admit it, but even receive, as he quickly starts blushing and giggling, getting too excited.

-And now you try to show your love in public? God, please send him some strength..

-He was just standing in the crowd, sending your message one after another, asking where you were fooling around without your great boyfriend, when he suddenly heard your voice. The most beautiful demon?? The hell you talking about?!

-Then when he sees you running to him with such a playful face. Mammon didn't even get time to realize something as you already knocked him down with a tight hug.

-"Huh!! S/o, y-you're crazy..! Scaring me like that.." - he mumbled, looking away, feeling as heavy blush started creeping on his cheeks. - "You're lucky I'm in a good mood today and will forgive you.."

-You can't ever imagine just how happy he is to receive such clingy affection from you in front of everyone. Yes yes, that's it! Everyone, look here and see that this precious human is just for a great Mammon..!

-But remember, darling, he's an avatar of Greed, after all.. So that means he will never let his most valuable treasure from his arms now, understand?

-"Come on, take my hand now..!" - he commands, trying to act harsh and dominating yet you can still see this blush on his cheeks and even on his ears. Did his neck get a little bit reader too..? - "I need to show everyone that you're my own human! It's natural, after all, I'm your first man anyway..!"

-Ohh! He's always in his silly goofy mood, he absolutely adores these little games!

-It doesn't matter at all if he's talking with someone or even discussing some serious business, if you walk to him and just take his hand he would never push you away or tell he's too busy.

-How can he? Your hand is so soft and warm.. Oh and if anyone who was he talking to at that moment would even try to say something about your persistence.. The Lord doesn't mind showing his more serious, strict side to them.

-Diavolo knows your voice well so he immediately hears your sweet tone as you call the most gorgeous demon in the world. Ooh, are you talking about him?

-Of course he will turn to your side with open arms to catch you in his hug, pressing you to his big chest with all his strength. Well, actually now with all, as he would just crash you in this case.. But strong enough to make you gasp a little..

-"Ahh, s/o..! You wanted to surprise me today?" - his loud chuckle thundered across the whole corridor, as Diavolo kept squeezing you in his hug. - "Then the most gorgeous demon is glad to greet the most precious human..!"

-He loves to play along with your teases and flirt, as it always lights up his mood after a long day of paperwork.. Or when he wants to relax after a council meeting.

-"Oh, I just remembered..! Why don't you pay a visit to my castle today? You know this little hug is not enough for me now.." - Diavolo laughs again, this time in a more soft and gentle tone, as blood rushes to his face. - "I'm sure brothers would complain too much if you told him you have some urgent personal business with me today, hehe..?"

+a small bonus? I didn't know if I should have written it in hc so I added this here. Another reason why Lucifer is more emotionless to you outside is Maddie. He is ready to tolerate her pushy clingy behavior toward him due to her status and strength yet if she would try to have a beef with you, Lucifer afraid he wouldn't be able to control himself. This lady gave hard time to Lord Diavolo himself when wanted to marry him, which means she's really bold in her actions and even thinking about her trying to hurt you makes Luci's blood boil.

When Diavolo, actually, is absolutely not afraid, even if it will attract the wrath of a powerful witch. Not because he's airheaded, but because he doesn't want to tolerate her debauchery anymore. Sorry, Maddie, the one who will marry Lord of Demons is s/o and after that she can't even think about hurting you as you would belong to a royal family.

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zombiecreates · 1 year

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Work Husband // Chishiya Shuntaro

Summary - Chishiya and you both work as surgeons. Chishiya being pediatric and you obstetrics, you see each other fairly often. You both always considered each other work partners and that was it, there was no affection between y'all.

Smut ^^

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A/n - this was so poorly written considering it took hours, this is me apologizing 😭

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Chishiya - Let me pick you up today, I have coffee.

You - Okay! I'll be ready as soon as you get here.

You say putting your phone down, and put on your scrubs. Picking up your purse with everything in it you head out the door, and wait for Chishiya.

Taking a seat on the black leathered car seats, you sigh of exhaustion. "I can't function this early." You say taking a sip of the coffee he brought you, "It's only 5 AM, go to sleep earlier." Chishiya spoke bluntly. You noticed in the corner of your eye, he slowly begins to pick up his coffee, and all you can think about his hands. As you inch your hands between your thighs scooting up in your chair, trying to get rid of this feeling as you two pull into your work's parking lot.

"You forgot your purse." Chishiya chimed in a calm tone, chuckling to himself, "Oh shoot, thanks." You grab your purse from the car and quickly made yourself inside, going straight to the locker rooms. "Oh!" Your pager went off, "I have to go deliver some twins I've been waiting on, see you later?" "Of course." Chishiya said as you rushed out not looking twice to wave goodbye.

"Alright mama, here are your two beautiful girls!" You said happily while taking off your gloves, you notice someone walks in. Chishiya. You feel funny, but shaking it off, you have a serious job there's no time wasting it on relationships, or silly little crushes. "Two perfectly healthy girls." He said handing the twins back to the mother, "All right I have a surgery soon so I'll see you too later." scrunching your nose towards the twins, you smile and leave but not before saying your goodbyes to Chishiya.

You're frantic, trying everything you can to save this ladies life. You have never met her but she is all you care for at the moment. "Come on breath!" You paused your CPR, "Thank god." You wiped sweat away, and began to stitch her back up, and tell your crew and interns spotting in to clean everything up and get her back to her room. "What a day so far." Taking off your cap you head back to labs to do more research to see if you missed anything that could cause this, you couldn't have missed anything.

"Wasn't expecting to see you here." That damn smirk he always has, It's frustrating you just like the many other things about him. Everything about him you wanted, and you don't know why, your priority was always your job and not dating or even hooking up with people. Why are you feeling so strange. You didn't realize you were staring until you saw his face change from the smirk dropping down to a confused look. "Sorry, I had a busy day already lost in thought." You try to play it off hoping he doesn't notice, but he did. He caught onto the act before you even realized what you were doing as well. You look at the time, '6 PM.' it read, "Wow I didn't know it was so late." You spoke out trying to make small talk to change the mood, "Did the person survive?" "Huh?" "oh, yes she did." You put on a soft smile, why were you acting so weird? "good i'm glad, you're a great surgeon you know?" All you could think about how you wanted to hear him praise you some more, how his voice sounded like silk every time he spoke out. Grabbing the files you needed to go through everything and walking out, just before you could Chishiya grabs your wrist. Pushing your hair back, he presses a small kiss on your lips, and leaves. You craved his touch again, to feel him skin to skin but all you could do is watch him leave.

After awhile all you could see was his name everywhere, on the board, cafe orders, cases. Chishiya, Chishiya, Chishiya. It was getting late and you haven't seen him after that last interaction. You were getting worried but couldn't pin point why you were so worried and focused more on him than your actual job. Your pager buzzed, reading 'MEETING ROOM.' in all caps. Of course, it was Chishiya and you weren't surprised at all.

"I know what you did earlier." What could he be talking about? "What do you mean?" You got nervous trying to laugh it off. He came closer. "You know.. in the car." "I didn't even give you attention, all I had to do was pick up a cup and I already got you turned on." Fuck. "Please.." You trailed off, "We can't." "Why not?" You sigh, "I have to focus on my work.. that's how I got where I am." He scoffs, "Now that's no fun, loosen up." Chishiya places his hands on your shoulder massaging them. He knew exactly where to message and it felt amazing. Melting into his arms you slightly step back, bringing yourself closer to him. You can hear him sigh out through his nose as you feel he's slowly getting erect. Laughing to yourself you decide to move your hips side to side while being as close as you could, teasing him. "You can do better than that, how about getting on your knees for me baby?" You never saw this side of Chishiya, he was always laid back and professional, what made him change all of a sudden?

Taking a seat, he waited for you to come over by him. You got down your knees without thinking twice. Both of y'all praying your pagers don't go off, Chishiya slides his scrubs down, you were in awe. You wrapped your hand around his shaft and started to slowly go up and down, inching closer you circled his tip with your tongue before taking him in all the way. You could taste the small amount a pre-cum as you bobbed your head up and down, "fuuck.." He sighed out throwing his head back. You never realized how much you needed this man in any way but just friends until this very moment. You were too busy not realizing the hints he's been making.

He starts to thrust himself into you, making you gag a bit. He grab your hair and holding it up for you, as you take all of him in. "You look so pretty getting throat fucked by me." He moaned out trying to keep himself quiet. Feeling beads of tears stream down your face, you start to feel him thrusting faster while the sounds of Chishiya's orgasm fills the room. As he came you swallowed it all out of lust and greed for this man.

Chishiya pulls up his scrubs, "Stand up for me?" He asked, and you did. You would do anything for this man.

Feeling yourself getting lifted, and slowly placed on your back of the table. Chishiya moved everything to the side, and gets down. You trust him, "May I?" You never said yes so fast in your life. Pulling down your scrubs, he admires your red laced panties for a second, before pulling them to aside. He buries his face in your womanhood. "Shiya.." You gasped, "You taste so good.." He breathes out while making small circles around your clit. Licking around your slit he slowly begins to move down making love marks around your thighs, you cant handle it. "Please.." "Please what?" He smirked making direct eye contact. "Please eat me until I can't think about anything else but you!" You cried out, you were so desperate it was starting to get embarrassing. He moved back to devouring your cunt. You were so close you could feel it, "Shiya!" You arched your back. As you came down from a long lasting orgasm you notice you legs begin to shake. Both of you were gasping for air, and exhausted.

He helps clean yourself up, and kisses you softly. Getting sad realizing he had to leave, but you understood why. "I'll see you later?" Chishiya said walking out backwards with his hand in his pockets. You nod silently with a soft blush on your face and watch him leave.

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namleeea · 1 year

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first love

...begins with a glass of water

Pairing: Mason Mount x Fem!reader

Sumary: You are Dec’s sister, so you and Mason know each other from an early age, but for some reason you didn't get along, and any conversation always ended in each other's tingling. Moreover, you were in love with Mason for a whole bunch of years and you are sure that this is not mutual.

Word count: 2,3K

Author's note: soo, english is not my native language and i'm definitely not a pro, so there might be some mistakes here, please don't be too strict. my first fic! hope you enjoy it:3

Warning: A little silly Mason, but he is fine, i swear!

•••

The morning started with screams coming from the kitchen. You jumped up on the bed from the loud, heart-rending roar of your brother and quietly swore, even in your sleepy head realizing right away: if it’s noisy at home, then someone decided to visit again.

You stretched on the bed and slowly slid off of it, moving down the stairs and hearing the voices get closer with each step.

Damn boys, do they have to be so loud and rabid? Because you can't understand why your brother and his best friend started a fight over a sandwich at 9 goddamn in the morning in the kitchen of your house.

“Yes, and good morning to you” You said sarcastically, attracting guys attention. Declan finally gave Mason a sandwich and smiled at you.

“You are awake, sis” He said softly. “But, as I see it, not in the best mood. And oh my god, what's on your head?” He chuckled, drawing Mason's attention to the mess on your head. You didn't care too much about how you looked, so you just snorted in displeasure at your brother's statement and sat down at the table, making yourself some cereal with milk.

“Good morning, Rice Jr” You looked up at Mason, feeling how your heart sank from his treatment. “How did you sleep?”

“Wonderful! But the awakening was too...loud, if you know what I mean” Mount covered his mouth with his hand in mock surprise and shook his head. You rolled your eyes and continued to eat, ignoring him, which was actually quite difficult.

“Shouldn't you be at school now?” Mockingly drawled Mason, grinning from your displeased look. Of course he knew that you had already graduated, he just liked teasing you too much. The difference of two years caused constant jokes on his part throughout the years that you were acquainted.

“So funny, Mount. Shouldn't you be in training now?”

“I have a week off” You chuckled sadly and shook your head. “This is very bad, your bones must be rusting by this time”.

“C'mon guys stop it” Dec appeared in the room, dressed and ready to go.

“Where are you going?”

“Affairs of adults” And as soon as Mason said it, he immediately got a kick in the ass from your brother.

“Auch!”

“Stop bullying my sister. We are going to meet with the guys from England team” Declan said, grabbing his keys from the nightstand. You fidgeted in your chair.

“Will you come in the evening? Maybe ... by 9 o'clock?”

Your brother furrowed his brows and asked “And what did you want?”

“I'm going to a party tonight. Will you drop me off?” You felt how Mason's gaze darted towards you. And when your brother agreed, he widened his eyes in surprise. “You were going to drink today”.

“Oh yes...that's right. Well, Mase would drop you off”

“Really?”

“Oh yea really?” Obviously Mount was unhappy that his opinion was not even asked.

“Yes, why not?” Threw Dec and moved to the door. Mason followed him, grumbling: “Man, what a party? She’s too small!”

“C’mon Mase”

“Yes Mase, just shut up!” You yelled at his back before the door closed.

•••

You don't remember exactly when it all started. it’s impossible to say for sure whether it was when you first saw Mason at your brother’s games, or a little later, when Mason first came to your house for playing with Dec and asked you for a glass of water. Maybe when you turned 14 and he was 16, you suddenly realized that he is no longer the same Mase that just kicks the ball in the backyard of your house with your brother, now he is a very handsome boy with muscles and a low voice, who, unfortunately, will never look at you as a girl, no matter if you are 14 or 22. You will always be Rice Jr, who he likes to tease so much.

At least you thought so.

Today you wanted to be extra beautiful, especially when you understood that Mason would drop you off, and you wanted to impress him so badly, even if you knew that you were not attract him as a girl. Anyway, you are a young, smart, beautiful and funny girl who is going to a party today, you are doing great, you are going to have fun and stop thinking about Mount.

You put on a lilac mini dress with a corset top and made light curls. The natural ‘clean’ make-up with emphasis on the lips, and yes you are ready and look stunning.

Hearing the door slam, you went downstairs.

“Y/n!” Declan called you.

“I'm coming!” As soon as you appeared on the stairs, you heard a loud cry from your brother. “Damn, sis! You look great!”

“Thank u, Dec” You smiled at him and finally found Mason standing at the door with eyes on you. Was he…surprised, impressed? You weren't sure how to accurately describe that look, but you definitely loved the way it burned through your eyes. It took Mason a few more seconds to take his eyes off you and turn to the door.

“Let's go”

You meekly followed him to the car and, after thinking for a while, decided to sit in front. Mason started the car, asked for the address, and you drove away from the house. For the first few minutes such awkwardness reigned in the air that you even had time to regret that you had agreed to this venture.

“So, you... you look good. Beautiful”, muttered embarrassed Mount, without taking his eyes off the road. You bit the inside of your cheek so as not to smile and show how glad you really were for his compliment, and just quietly thanked him.

You quickly reached the right place. You got out of the car, about to say goodbye to Mason, but he came after you.

“What's wrong?”

“It’s just” You frowned in confusion. “I’ll just walk with you, see what kind of place this is, if there are any adults here” An annoyed groan escaped your mouth. You waved your hands dismissively and turned around, quickly leaving.

“I'm not a fucking kid, you jerk!” Your rude words had no effect on him, so he followed you, but before you even reached the door, you were called out.

“Y/n, darling!” You turned around and saw who it was. “You're looking like a dream” It was your good friend Eric who invited you to the party. You smiled broadly and hugged him tightly. “I'm glad you're here. Shall we go inside?”

“Yes, sure!”

“Wow guys, wait. Y/n, who is this?” Yes… you forgot one small detail: Mason was still standing behind. “My friend Eric. I'll be with him all evening, so you can safely go home, nanny” You muttered mockingly, making Mason grin.

“Hey man. Don't worry, I'll take care of Y/n”, kindly said Eric, holding out his hand. Mason shook it, squeezing a little more than necessary, and threw a displeased look at you. “Oh, I'm sure you will”.

“Yes, so you can go”, You said firmly, still a little angry at Mount for the way he treats you. He pursed his lips and raised his hands in a resigned gesture.

“Yea…you're not a kid anymore, right?” And he left, leaving you with head-eating thoughts for the rest of the party. Is he actually was…jealous?

•••

The next morning was the same chaos, but now not because of extraneous sounds, but from a hangover, accompanied by a headache and dryness in the throat. You groaned in doom, when you realized that the glass of water and the magic pill were not on the nightstand, so you had to get out of bed and go downstairs to to bring yourself to your senses.

After two hours, you definitely felt better: you managed to go to the shower, dry your hair and change into sweatpants and an oversized T-shirt. It was quiet at home, Declan was in training until the evening, so you decided to sit in the living room with a laptop and study.

The insistent call at the door finally reached you through the music of your headphones, and you hurriedly got up from your seat. “I'm coming!” You ran to the door and opened it without even looking through the peephole, so you were quite obviously surprised when you saw Mason outside the door.

“Hey” He greeted uncertainly. “Um…hi. Dec is not here”.

“Yes, I know. Can i come in?” You nodded briefly and let him pass, still not fully understanding what Mount was doing here. “Tea, coffee?”

“Coffee please” Mason sat at the table, watching you start preparing coffee for you two. “So…how was the party?”

“Good, I had fun”

“Yea, with that guy, I think” You looked at him strangely, realizing that he was talking about Eric.

“What do you mean?”

“Well...you looked like you were pretty close” Your cheeks blushed as you realized he was trying to find out if you were dating Eric. “Um…we are definitely just friends. One hundred percent”.

“Oh…cool. I mean, got it”. You put two cups of coffee on the table and sat across from him. “So why are you here?”

“Why not?”

“Don't think, I'm not kicking you out” You chuckled, taking a big sip of coffee. “It just looks like you came to see me”. Of course, you just teased him, expecting a reciprocal mockery in response, as it usually happened, but it did not follow.

“Y/n” He got your attention by saying your name with a voice full of both excitement and complete confidence: “M?”

“Let's go on a date” You choked on your coffee, coughing loudly. Mason gave you a napkin and waited for you to calm down. “Mount, for God's sake, what are you doing?” You muttered dissatisfied, hiding your face in napkins.

“Invite you on a date” He answered casually. Your cheeks burn. “It's not funny” You said, pushing your coffee mug away. Mason smiled tenderly and leaned towards you, leaving critically little distance between you.

“Why not? I’m cool, you’re cool. Cool people have to stick together” Seeing your distrustful gaze he became more serious. “Y/n I'm not kidding. I like you. Like…most of my fucking life. All the time that I've known you”

“You always treated me like a kid. How the hell was I supposed to know that you like me?” You muttered, feeling your palms sweat. His brown eyes shimmer in the light, and you almost go crazy with his beauty.

“I'm sorry. I'm the biggest jerk on the planet, I know. I just... I was so scared to admit that I like my friend’s little sister. I was constantly haunted by the feeling that this was wrong, that I was betraying Dec and all that shit. But you've always been more to me than Rice Jr. You were always reminding me that sunny girl with crooked teeth who gave me a glass of water the day I first arrived at your house”. A soft chuckle escapes your mouth, making him smile wide. “You always shone for me brighter than all others, Y/n. And yesterday, when I saw you with that guy, I was like ‘Oh shit, I'm such a dumbass, how can I miss her? She is literally the love of my life’ ” You shyly hide your face in your hands and feel a happy squeak stuck inside.

Is it all real? Is this Mason Mount now sitting in your kitchen and confessing his love to you? The same Mount you've been in love with for a whole bunch of years?

“Stop it or I'll cry now” You admitted without raising your face. Mason walked around the table and pulled your hands to him to see watery eyes and a happy smile. He pushed your noses together and giggled along with you. “I'm happy” Your whisper gave him goosebumps.

“Me too. And you would know how much I want to kiss you” You turned away in embarrassment, trying to avoid his gaze. “Mason!”

“You would only know... seriously, you wouldn't believe that someone could want something so badly”.

You reached out to him, tremblingly waiting for his actions. His eyes lit up as he realized you wanted that kiss as much as he did. “Hey sis!” Declan's voice made you jump away from each other. You awkwardly rubbed your neck and turned away from Mason when your brother entered the kitchen. “Oh man, what are you doing here?”

“Hey! Um…I came to settle some business” Mason muttered, looking askance at you. “Settle some business? With my sister?”

“Yeah” Declan looked at you in bewilderment.

“Uhm, I just left the bracelet in his car. Mason came to return it” Your brother looked at the two of you in disbelief and headed upstairs to change after training. “Bracelet?”

“What else was I supposed to say?” You asked, mirroring his smile. Mount gently touched your hand, causing your heart to melt.

“Then... what about our date? Maybe Sunday night? We could go somewhere and all that”

“Cinema is the best option,” Declan said casually, back in the kitchen. You screamed in fright and jumped away from Mason. “Dec, what the hell!”

“What? Everyone goes to the cinema on a first date” He stole an apple from the table and disappeared upstairs again, leaving you gazing at each other, uncomprehendingly, until you were infected with laughter again. “So cinema”

“Yes, I like this idea” Mason said smiling. You nodded and squeezed his hand slightly in yours, still in mild shock. Mount, doubtful, froze for a split second, but nevertheless decided and left a light kiss on your cheek.

“See you soon, beautiful. I'll text you and pick you up” He went to the door, saying goodbye. “See you soon” You replied with a wide smile, squeaking happily as the door closed behind him. “Be careful, sister, don’t die of happiness, I still have to go out to your wedding!” Your brother shouts from the 2nd floor.

“Declan, for God's sake!”

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akumicchi · 9 months

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It takes two to love

[Tamaki x fem reader] tw: food.

Just fluff and domesticity

— Do you think we have it all already?— Tamaki had asked, checking the red plastic basket full of groceries — We have the tapioca starch, fruits, milk...

— Yup, but guess what? —she turned to him with a playful twist of her head— You just won a coupon for a free meal cooked by yours truly. And I need some ingredients. The other day you said you were craving some pasta, right?

He swayed his head from side to side, barely containing a smile. Tamaki let himself be pulled further into the supermarket by their intertwined pinkies.

It was late in the afternoon when the weekly errands were finished and they settled back home for the night. It was an odd pretty thing, this routine both had built for their matching days off, whenever it was. It wasn't normally disrupted by a trip to the supermarket, but in Tamaki's book, quality time doesn't need a specific place to occur. The bought goods sat on the counter, while he rearranged them on their rightful places in the cabinet or the fridge. He had taken a pair of tomatoes from the bag, when she shamelessly stole them from his hands.

— Thanks, Tama, you're always such a gentleman —she teased and kissed his cheek before turning to the chopping board, light on her feet.

It wasn't out of the ordinary, but it was peculiar and funny to see her all...bubbly, like clear water from a stream. He laughed at her.

— You really are excited about making that pasta, wonder were that's coming from? —he got close to the sink, rolling up his sleeves.

— Nope, you're not working on this today, Hun —her hand went to his arm, stopping him from filling the pot with water.— This is my way to say thank you for all your hard work, it won't make sense if you're cooking too! This is your coupon, remember?

Tamaki could feel the heat on his face and the pickup of his heart rate.

— I-um... Okay. But at least let me prepare the boba tea. I want to thank you for your hard work too and —he spoke softly in a classic Tamaki fashion, looking at her right in her round eyes. He had become good at holding eye contact with other people. He thought it may have been due to her influence —, for putting up with me all this time.

She sat the knife on the chopping board, and her arms went to hang loosely around his neck— You know I'm not putting up with you, right? I'm here with you because I love you. I wouldn't be who I am now if it weren't for you, and believe me, I like who I am right now. Do you want me to remind you? —her voice was softer, lower like a whispered secret, as her fingertips rubbed his nape.

Tamaki shuddered under her touch and gaze. His nod was short, almost imperceptible under the weight of his shame. She hugged him tight, scratching his scalp and rubbing his nape. He felt himself go warmer after getting a few kisses on his cheek, heart pounding even faster when she whispered:

— You know I've never really had a favorite hero when I was a kid, right? None of them actually made me feel that sense of... admiration, so to speak. But after my time in UA, the internships and all that, I changed my mind. You are my favorite hero, Tamaki. You are my hero.

Tamaki sighed, like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He felt petty, needing to be reassured of something he already knew.

They stood there for a few minutes, holding each other tight, swaying slowly from side to side. Then the urgency to eat came over, and both returned to their tasks: Tamaki prepared the boba tea, she cooked the pasta. The mood picked up fast, with her bumping his hips and vice versa. She hand fed him some sauce and he hummed in satisfaction. Soon enough the food was plated and they sat next to each other at the table.

— Hmm! This is good! —Tamaki said, eyes closed in bliss as he chewed his portion.

— Right? Just the best for my baby.

— What? —he laughed— How come I'm your baby when I'm older than you?

— Shush it, silly, you are my baby.

He just laughed at her goofiness again. Then he waited, relying on his hero instincts, calculating the best time for a swift attack, and stole a spoonful of her own pasta, and stuffed it right into his mouth.

— Hey, that was mine!

He snorted.

•••

The dishes were washed and she sat at a small table on the balcony. She was surrounded by plants and had a clear view of the city lights. It was as peaceful as the busy metropolis could be. In moments like this, she wished the days off were everlasting.

Tamaki arrived shortly, holding two glass cups of the boba tea he had made earlier. He hadn't even fully entered the balcony when a fit of giggles bubbled out of his mouth.

— What is it? —she raised a brow.

Her boyfriend didn't answer. Instead, he put both glasses on the table and left the room, only to return with a napkin, which he used to wipe away some remnants of sauce from her lips.

— There, all better. —he found it very endearing, how her cheeks lit up with color and her eyes averted his gaze, visibly embarrassed. Even the way she tried to play it off was adorable, his silly girl.

— Oh, clumsy me... Haha...

— Even if you're clumsy, I'll always be by your side to clean up your little messes —Tamaki smiled softly, crouched in front of her—. It's the least I can do for you.

She hid her face behind her hands, voice tight in a whine— But I don't want you cleaning my messes though? I'm not a kid!

She had always had an ability to fluster him with sincere compliments and cheesy remarks. One of her favorite things to say was that her job was to show him how loved he was, and if it had to be done by flustering him, then the better. His job, on the other hand, on his own words, was to make her feel safe, so safe that not even her own demons could do her any harm. But it was nice to turn the tables from time to time.

Tamaki pryed her hands out, placing them on her chest— This is where I want your hands to be. It's just me here, so don't hide. Besides —he smiled—, you may not be a kid, but you're still my baby.

— Tamaki! That's my line!

He laughed.

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maximotts · 1 year

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𝙻𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝙵𝚒𝚟𝚎: 𝙰𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝙴𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎

a/n: we've finally gotten to the part I'd started writing back in October for @furys-eyepatch Kinktober request... before I went off the rails with a whole series.. Anyways uh.. hope y'all like smut! I'm sure you do because you're here on my smut peddling blog

✎— priest’s daughter!Wanda x college student!reader ✎— confessions AU; Wanda finally gives enough hints that you catch on, but she's still supposed to be helping you study aka you try a more hands-on approach to learning for the both of you ✎— warnings: this is an 18+ series, minors DNI; fluff, smut, so much smut; virginity loss, inspection kink feat. witch's mark lore, lots of kisses because Wanda's kissable, praise kink, embarrassment kink if you squint, fingering (wanda receiving), dry humping, pet names (princess, baby, things of that sort), I think that's it ? Wanda's just getting softish smut times

✎— words: 7k

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It was Thursday and Wanda was stewing.

All week you’d barely touched her, keeping distance that Wanda hadn’t asked for nor did she want. Even when alone, you’d kiss her when she asked, but only quickly no matter how she pouted. She wanted to ask you, but each time she tried she chickened out, worried she’d be too much of a bother or come off as annoyingly needy.

Today though, she’d had enough. Wanda settled on a shorter than normal pleated skirt minutes before you knocked on her door, grinned to herself whenever she caught you staring at her legs as you walked to class. You’d given good faith effort in giving her space, testing if she truly did want you as you hoped or if she was following your lead.

The past six days of not only Wanda’s growing desperation, but yours as well, taught you that no, you really were into one another. Now, you had to find a way to do something about it.

It was funny really, how some opportunities presented themselves, sometimes perfectly laid out and others thickly cloaked in an semi-innocent request to hang out. You had to be quiet about it, your professor droning on about something you’d long since given up learning, but if you texted her, Wanda wouldn’t have answered so whispering it was. “Will you help me study if I come over after class?”

Next week’s test was bound to be a killer with how little attention you paid in class; if only the subject was Wanda instead of witch trials. Thankfully you had the next best thing to lectures at your disposal: Wanda’s meticulous note-taking skills. You’d never think of asking her to help you cheat, she was too uptight of a student for that, but she was always willing to be your study partner, an offer you had yet to pass up whenever test time rolled around.

Wanda turned to you, quickly dropping her pen and smiling way too bright for such a simple question, but it’d been a few days since you’d spent time together outside of class and she was beginning to worry she really had ruined whatever the two of you had. Maybe Agatha’s online skirt choice was magical; she’d have to fill her in on whatever happened later, if anything. “You know you’re always welcome, silly. I’ve missed you.”

♡.﹀﹀﹀﹀.♡ ♡.﹀﹀﹀﹀.♡

The familiar sight of you unzipping your backpack, unloading your various notebooks to sprawl across your living room just didn’t feel right today. For all your hatred of studying, right now you seemed much more keen on it than she was.. and she hated it. Wanda hadn’t worn this stupid skirt, exposing her legs to too cold weather for nothing. Deeply uncharacteristic confidence washed over her then, a determination to set the mood as much as she dared. The living room wasn’t the right setting, not where you’d both be sat upright and away from one another. Wanda needed close proximity and intimacy and the place where she’d accomplished the most of that so far was only in the next room.

She swooped in to take your books, gathering them up and clutching them too frantically to her chest. In her head, Wanda was smooth about it, seductive and alluring; the clumsiness of her real self left her cringing internally, but she committed to playing it off, “Maybe we should study in my room?”

Wanda was walking away before you’d had a chance to respond, both of your bookbags over her shoulder and your textbooks in her hand, heading to her bedroom in a rush. Your brow furrowed at her sudden change of behavior, but she was too far away not to question her skittishness. You didn’t mind, it was just…odd. Whatever she was up to, you wouldn’t pass up getting cozy to Wanda and so, confused as you were, you followed her like an obedient puppy.

Turns out, even pretending to study was a struggle. More so when Wanda was perched so prettily in her own bed, swinging her stocking clad feet off the edge of the mattress. It couldn’t have been anything other than sheer stupidity that you chose to sit in the swiveling desk chair instead of next to her. Not that that would make studying classwork any easier.

“This is so boring, Wands, I can’t focus,” Just then your eyes scanned the same textbook pages you’d had open for twenty minutes, caught the topic of this week’s quiz, and a wicked thought blossomed fast.

“I’ve read enough books and seen more than enough movies to know all I need to know about witch’s marks I think,” Wanda made a noncommittal noise, highlighting line after line of important text studiously just as she did in class— but this wasn’t a lecture hall. Outside of school, without distractions, you had a plan and the time to boot; this test could wait.

Setting aside your books, you stood up and made your way over to Wanda, sitting beside her like you’d done so many times before. This time though, your position was for anything but platonic. Mischievous fingers brushed Wanda’s long hair over her shoulder, tucking it behind her ear to get the view you were after. "Did you know some people used to think freckles were witch's marks? And that you belonged to the devil if you had them?"

“Yes, I did and it’s ridiculous. A freckle is just a random mark, anyone can have them. Most people do,” The brunette was overly aware of you slowly sneaking closer, rambled on about the biology of freckles to compensate for her rise in nerves. The last time she’d taken a millisecond long glance at you, your gaze was locked onto her neck so intensely she was sure there was something there. Her free hand came to cover whatever it was, but you were quicker, grabbing her wrist and lowering her arm back into her lap. “What are you-”

“Oh look, a witch.” Two fingers danced along Wanda’s neck, pattern set by the myriad of freckles you’d stared at nearly every day of your life for months. Stiff as she was, Wanda didn’t move, not even as you inched closer for a closer look. When you kissed the tiny mark behind her ear she sighed, shuddering out a breath; Wanda being so quick to rile was still one of your favorite things. After so long of thinking about you without actually getting you, she was arguably easier to set off.

You weren’t doing much, just featherlight kisses over the few freckles visible outside of the collar of her sweater, but to Wanda, the room was already starting to feel warmer. She wanted you to continue though, hoped your careless push of her neglected study materials off her lap meant you were going to, “I have a lot of freckles.”

That made you pull away, devilish smirk plain as day on your lips. Having seen a few of them in Wanda’s various outfits, you knew she did have quite a few and although you’d dreamt of it once or twice, you’d obviously never gotten to take your sweet time mapping them out. “Can I see them?”

Wanda took inventory of all her known freckles and immediately realized her own error, “Not all of them…” The majority of her freckles were scattered across her chest and midsection with some on her arms, but at least a handful on her thighs where she’d been daydreaming of your mouth for days. She remembered it all so vividly, couldn’t yet look at a picture of ice cream without squeezing her legs together; Wanda didn’t know how she had a hope of handling you all over.

“Why not? You can be a cute little witch,” Your arms caged her in on either side of her legs, kissing along her jawline for as long as she let you. Gentle lips covered the two freckles on the apple of Wanda’s cheek at once, purposefully leaving a wet mark to chill in your absence, “and I’ll be the doctor assigned to come take a look at you.”

Shaky breaths breezed over your chin in your closeness and you looked up to find Wanda’s eyes already fluttering closed and were you not so stubbornly set on your original plan, you’d abandon it just to envelope her in a hug. It wasn’t good medical practice to fall for your patients, but you never said you’d be a good practitioner. “I won’t tell anyone…”

“Uhm…” She fidgeted with her hands, unsure of what she was supposed to do when she only wanted to lay back and enjoy the attention. Playing doctor was the last thing she’d expected to be doing with you, nor did she know how to play— if there even was a proper way to let someone poke and prod at you. It excited her though, wiggling in the narrow space you’d left her with and she begged her voice to speak up and agree. Most importantly, Wanda wanted to keep herself focused enough not to say or do anything to turn you away, but at her core, even in the safety of her apartment, she was shy. “Promise?”

Wanda felt you nod your head seconds before your teeth grazed her throat, some faint agreement mumbled into her warm skin. Further down, your hand found hers, prying her fingers apart to loop your pinky with hers, “Pinky promise. It’ll be our little secret.”

The soft little touch warmed Wanda’s heart, knowing you only promised in such a way for her benefit; she always spoke of the importance of a pinky promise. Finally given something to do, she pulled at the edges of her sweater and shimmied her arms out before stretching the thick knit over her head. “Okay, doctor, tell me what you think…”

Wanda tried to keep her apartment at a reasonable temperature, but now she felt chilled, exposed to your hungry, wandering gaze and she was left feeling just as scared as she was excited. But you looked at her as if she was something to marvel at, some rare artwork; Wanda chose to believe the stare was genuine instead of for the sake of the game. That alone kept her comfortable.

“You certainly do have a lot,” Careful hands roamed over your new discovery, taking note of the small marks you spotted either from remembering them on her shoulders or new ones that caught your eye. Luckily for you, the very nature of inspections required time and detail because you’d always been a tactile learner.

No matter where you placed them, every kiss to Wanda’s skin brought out a new noise, each squeak, whine, and whimper spurring you on further. She kept still as you dragged fingertips over the pattern of freckles on her back and hips and held her arms, but then you ducked down, taking count of each mark over her chest and abdomen— she shouldn’t have shuddered as hard as she did. “I don’t think you’re doing it right…”

“How would you know, hm?” You were slow, deliberate, making the most of your doctor role by testing her reactions, scraping your nails down her back to judge her shivers, sucking and biting anything you found on a part of her you wanted to linger longer like the dip of her hips or right over the swell of her breast peeking from her bra. You could’ve lost yourself in her so easily, sweet perfume luring you into staying and worshiping her until your mouth grew tired. “Anyone ever accused you of being a witch before?”

Wanda shook her head slowly, focusing instead on your tongue leaving thick wet lines over her stomach. It was cruel really, the same thing you’d done last week at the fair, but this time there was no one else around, nothing to take your focus off her. She’d never craved attention more in her entire life. “‘M not a witch..”

Your pleased hum tickled right under her ribs, a pleasant little flutter before your teeth met yet another freckle you’d found. “No… you’re such a good girl.” The words shouldn’t have bothered her, really they didn’t; in any other situation Wanda wouldn’t be scared that they meant you’d stop once more. She couldn’t disagree though, only shifted her legs just the tiniest bit further apart as your hands smoothed over her thighs. Wanda didn’t mind being good, not if it all brought her to this, to you.

Carefully ironed pleats folded easily as you pushed up with your palms, but then a shocking thing— her stockings stopped at her upper thigh, giving way to metal clasps and satin straps on either side of her outer legs. An immodest change of dress, one that had you shifting against the mattress yourself. “Sweet little Wanda… does your daddy know you wear garters and thigh highs instead of proper tights now?”

The thought of anyone else knowing mortified her. This was only Wanda’s second day wearing them and yes, maybe she’d donned them specifically in the hopes you’d uncover them, but she couldn’t admit to such an atypical act. “I- no, it’s not what you think!”

“No? You know what I think, Wanda? I think you want to misbehave.” Wanda was staring up at the ceiling faster than she realized you’d pushed her back, skirt hopelessly rucked about her waist as you hitched her legs about your hips. The taut elastics of her tights snapped back on her with a sting that made her yelp, such a cute noise you found yourself repeating the action just to hear it again.

“You want to go out and get wasted, ask me to fuck you, and have nasty sex in the back of someone’s car like you always make fun of movie characters doing,” You weren’t wrong. She’d stopped denying it now, too busy fighting the urge to close her eyes as blunt fingernails grazed over her brand new lace underwear.

They did absolutely nothing to shield her from even the barest stimulation and between wearing them in class and now this afternoon, Wanda already felt nearly unbearably hypersensitive. Natasha was right; the only reason to wear these were if you planned on getting laid and god, Wanda hoped that was exactly what you were about to do. “Are you tired of being an angel, sweet thing?”

Correct as you were, the brunette still couldn’t say it, refused to own up to her suggestive behaviors and lose her lifelong good girl status. As annoying as it was sometimes, that’s all Wanda knew herself as, all you knew her as. What if she gave it up and you lost interest in her? The rational parts of Wanda’s brain interjected, reminded her of just who’d suggested this imaginative play, who was currently hovering above her waiting for an affirmative response to keep whatever this inspection was going. If you liked her then and still showed interest now, would she actually be losing anything?

She stared up at you with pleading green irises, the faintest hint of her nod rustling the pillow supporting her head. Her legs stayed rested around yours as you pulled back, massaging her hips as a gentle comfort while you finished the last of your inspection. You swept in to give due attention to any freckles you might’ve missed last week, arms circling around each thigh as you dragged your mouth over them, pleased to find your hickeys hadn’t yet fully faded.

Meanwhile, Wanda was barely holding on. Her upper half squirmed above you, helplessly trapped in your strong grip. Each time you got close enough for her to feel your breath on her neglected sex, she was sure she would break; everything felt too warm, too alive, body bathed in a steadily rising heat, Wanda could swear she was sweating bullets into the bed. She’d miscalculated how affected someone could be without being touched in those particular few areas. Wanda always thought the girls in videos she watched were playing it up for the camera and sure, a good number of them probably were, but the right person with the right actions could be world-changing no matter where they touched. “Please-”

“Please what? Stop?” If she could’ve managed it, Wanda would’ve screamed no. What came out instead was a desperate, barely audible plea— one that died out as soon as you brushed one final kiss to her cunt. You couldn’t help yourself, tongue darting out to taste the wet spot you very happily took credit for. Through the thin material, you could just make out the shape of her and you licked slowly, long, deliberate things that were way too easy to have looked up and seen Wanda’s mouth agape.

But everything always felt like more when it was new, and when your hand joined in, cupping her sex possessively, Wanda groaned out loud. “You got wet from this?” Instinctively, she nodded, ready to agree to whatever she needed to if you’d just let her cum. Inexperienced as she was, Wanda was so terribly precious and so responsive, you wished you’d done this sooner. “Between this and all your pretty little hidden freckles… I don’t think you’re nearly as innocent as you say.”

“I swear no one’s ever touched me before, oh god-” Wanda gasped, licking her lips as your thumb pressed into her, finding her clit as if you’d been given a map straight to it. She always knew she was sensitive, had obviously rubbed herself to orgasm a good handful of times before, but you were better, knew just how to edge her to let her see the edge of oblivion on the horizon for as long as you pleased.

You chuckled then, low and dark, a laugh you hadn’t meant to be seen as sinister; you were just enjoying the sweet and squirmy Wanda beneath you— but for her, something clicked, traitorous brain remembering the last thing she’d want to right now or ever again. The thought made her cringe and tense, the only thing she knew would ruin this moment if she didn’t confirm it for herself, “Where’s your phone?”

“My phone?” You had to stop and think, both the question and its answer stumping you, “I haven’t seen it since I came in. I think it’s on the kitchen table..” Wanda gathered just enough willpower to pat your pants pockets, giving all four of them her own thorough inspection as if your phone was suddenly more important than the sex she’d been hinting at wanting for weeks now. “Why do you care?”

You let her check until she was satisfied, watching Wanda exhale a heavy breath before flopping back onto the mattress, “Don’t worry about it.”

But you had that concerned look in your eye again, the same as nights ago right before you took her to the car and barely looked at her for days. Tonight though, she’d be damned if you left her like this again. She draped her arms around your neck, peppering your face with kisses before you could decide it was time to stop or give her space or some other dreadful end to your study session. “I’m sorry, it’s fine. I’m fine, you can uh.. continue now?”

Not the smoothest transition from such a sudden interruption, but you didn’t want to discourage anything that made her comfortable so you opted to let it slide. If she insisted she was alright, whatever it was, you could always ask later. “Oh yeah, you want me to continue?”

Wanda agreed immediately, wiggling her hips to coax your perfectly positioned hand to move once more. Now she’d had a taste of it and nothing would sate that incessant itch still running through your veins unless you were the one to do it for her. She’d had more than enough getting off by herself; she wanted to know what sex was like, what you were like. “Yes, keep going...”

“Can I hear you say please?” Your palm rubbed over her roughly, enough to leave Wanda whining, but not to push her over any edge. Yes, you teased her for being good, but only because you loved those qualities in the other woman. It was so sweet how intently she obeyed rules; you couldn’t not use that to your advantage.

She didn’t want to come off as needy, but that’s exactly what she was. Maybe in the future Wanda would push back more, insist that she didn’t want to beg, but for her present self, she’d do just about anything you asked. “Please…”

“What about..” It’d been too long without a kiss; a quick one for the sake of the last bits of your game, but nonetheless one Wanda chased when you pulled away, “Pretty please?” You could tell the only thing keeping the girl under you from having a fit was sliding your hand over her clit once more, something small for her to cling onto as you teased her into oblivion. Really you’d never met a girl so responsive, so sensitive, you hadn’t even gotten to take her underwear away before rendering her so needy.

“Please…pretty please, just touch me…” You were busy sucking a proper hickey into her neck when you finally slid two fingers into her panties, meeting her wet sex with a moan of your own. It was only a few rolls of your fingertips over her clit before Wanda was shaking, her thighs clamping unexpectedly around your hand, halting its movements before you had the chance to truly explore. There was some sadistic pleasure you got out of it, bringing Wanda to her end with so little effort— your darling little virgin to play with.

Her arms tightened impossibly around your neck, clutching you close while Wanda’s hips stuttered into the mattress. She wanted to love this orgasm, and to some extent she did, couldn’t deny that on a base level, it felt wonderful to release the tension the two of you’d built over the past several hours. But the higher, more aware pieces of Wanda were mortified for cumming so quickly just seconds after you’d first touched her. Stunned into silence, she waited for you to rip away and laugh at her or be mad that she’d lost so much control your fun was cut short.

Reality though, was much different, better, as Wanda quickly found out the embarrassment of it all turned her on a little bit more, mostly because you never actually stopped your examination. Persistent hands only drew further into her panties, gathering whatever wetness your fingers found and smoothing it over the smooth skin of her folds, “Poor little church girl, just got so worked up she couldn’t help herself…”

There was an argument to be made that maybe you were having too much fun, but when you caught sight of Wanda’s flushed cheeks, lips swollen and lipstick smudged from her own biting as well as yours, you had to rethink if there was such a thing as too much when it came to Wanda. “You’re blushing so hard I’d think you didn’t like this if I couldn’t feel how soaked you are.”

Your words did nothing to ease the deep red blossoming bright over her face and chest, but she couldn’t ignore you; you wouldn’t let her. Your free hand came to her jaw, a gentle nudge back in place to make her look at you— Wanda didn’t need force to be the good girl she inherently was.

“Gonna let me make you cum again?” Small circles over her sensitive bud brought Wanda back to attention, head nodding as she let her arms fall heavily to her sides. She’d have been content just like that in all honesty, without making her cum again and simply letting her swim in ecstasy until she fell off to sleep, but you wanted to show her what a real, on purpose orgasm felt like.

You moved on far too soon in her opinion, letting your wet fingers slide back and forth through her sex until Wanda was whimpering. Stroking over her weeping entrance earned you a surprised squeak, hand quick to grab your wrist and still it. “What’s the matter, sweetheart?”

Saying it aloud sounded silly; you knew she was a virgin and thanks to that silly never have I ever, you were well aware she’d masturbated before, but somehow it sounded worse to admit she’d never really put anything inside until now. “It’s just, well.. No one’s ever, I’ve never, done that.”

You thought back to that night of Carol’s party as best as you could, remembered their teasing about the vibrator and Wanda’s lack of response which now made perfect sense. And oh did that strengthen your resolve to fuck her all that much more. Sure, all of this was new to the girl, but there was something about being the first person ever to see Wanda in such a state, spread open and vulnerable underneath you, awakened some primal need. “I’ll make you feel so good, Wanda, promise… Can I be your first?”

It was sweet of you to ask, a little late after she’d just cum a few minutes prior, but Wanda let her hand drop anyway, accepted the reassuring set of kisses you planted from her ear to the corner of her mouth as you began circling over her tight ring of muscle yet again. She couldn’t deny how much she’d thought about it, especially in the past couple weeks as you’d infiltrated her late night fantasies, having thought about any multitude of ways you could finally fuck her. They ranged from soft and sweet to rough and dirty; sometimes you’d lay her back and hold her as you pushed however many fingers you wanted into her, others you bent her over the nearest surface, already wearing the strap on toy she knew for a fact was tucked away in your closet, taking her so possessively she wept.

Today had her leaning towards the first option, at least in actions. Words though, Wanda was much more flexible with those— even if she couldn’t make herself say fuck me right now. “Be gentle? Maybe only one at first…”

You mumbled your agreement, letting your middle finger sink into her entrance for the first time. She’d prepared herself for some sort of pain or discomfort and admittedly, the small intrusion was weird for the first minute or so. You pulled out, so far she thought you’d leave completely, but then you drove back in and as you set a steady pace, slow as it was, Wanda started to feel better about it. “That’s it, baby, there you go… relax for me.”

It was easier to move after she’d taken a deep breath, one Wanda wasn’t aware she was holding in, inhaling and exhaling as you pushed into her again and again. Eventually your hand shifted, angling differently as if you were searching for something; she intended to ask what you were doing, but then your fingertip ran against something deep and Wanda choked on her words.

You brushed against it lazily, giving the spot enough attention to catch your lover’s back arching, fighting the urge to start wiggling again too early, confirming it was just the place you were looking for. “Do you like it when I touch you there?”

This time when you stopped your hand, Wanda started moving her hips of her own accord, selfishly seeking out what you’d been able to find so easily. Vaguely she wondered if she’d muster up the courage to put her fingers inside herself next time she was on her own, was curious if she asked nicely enough would you show her how to do it. But no words left her mouth. And so your hand stayed motionless.

“Words, baby. Tell me what you like.” Partly just to hear her say it, but also to check in, needing to make sure you weren’t giving her too much too fast. Experienced as you were, you’d never taken anyone’s virginity before; you didn’t know how you’d forgive yourself if Wanda had a bad time because of you. She was all too special for that, whether you wanted to admit your feelings for her or not.

“I do like your fingers…” Somehow Wanda had drawn you close enough to give you kisses now, her previously unoccupied hands finding their way under your shirt while her lips stayed busy at the hollow of your throat. She didn’t know what she was doing really, had no idea if you even liked to be touched in such a way, but she took your faint moan next to her ear as a yes. “You can add another, if you want.”

“Yeah?” You moved your head just enough to make eye contact, her shy nod making your heart swell. When you pushed back in this time, two digits stretched her open, patient as the first one had been, but Wanda whined at the new full feeling just the same. She was so hot and silky smooth, it felt like heaven around your fingers, Wanda’s walls constricting around you as you finally began inching deeper, “You’re so tight, Wanda, fuck..”

Her legs fell further apart as you inched closer, driving your fingers deeper on every stroke. Now you angled yourself purposefully, pressing into your new discovery until Wanda was gasping and panting. “Can you hear how wet you are? All I needed to do was fill you up a bit and you’ve gone all gushy and submissive, huh?”

A finger pressed to her lips silenced her long enough to force Wanda to listen to the obscene noises of you fucking into her, slick enough to coat your fingers and drip down the curve of her ass; she was sobbing with need by the time your thumb met her abandoned clit again. Wanda didn’t think the naughtiness of this should be affecting her nearly as much as it was, but she was far too gone to care. She felt bad and she loved it, already craved the next time you could make her feel this way. “Oh god, yes… please please-”

“Shh, I’ve got you, princess, go on and let me see you cum again.” It was too close to the words she’d imagined you saying for so long; paired with the coordinated curls of your fingers and rubs over her stuff bud, Wanda was falling all over again. Harder the second time, uninhibited moans and mewls echoing off the walls of her bedroom as her hips jerked and she clung to you. Diligently, you moved with her as she rode each new wave, letting her savor her first real orgasm at the hands of another person. It was amazing really, how beautiful she could look with her face all scrunched, forehead covered in the thinnest sheen of sweat, but the more you looked, the more you realized it was just Wanda you cared about.

No matter what she looked like, how she was, what she’d done or not done, you liked her so much you swore you could feel her tug at your heartstrings. “Such a pretty princess, what a good girl you are…”

Wanda never wanted you to stop talking to her, each new praise sending another aftershock through her oversensitive form. You took your fingers away before any pleasure could turn into pain, but she refused to let you free, even when you tried to get up. “Don’t leave yet.”

“I’m not leaving, I was just going to get you cleaned up.” She mumbled an okay, but still held on for a few minutes and you let her, ignoring the strain being bent over your knees brought to your lower back. You spent your time kissing over whatever bits of her neck and shoulder you could reach until Wanda released you, finally letting you sit up and stretch.

There was only silence as you peeled her wrinkled skirt and soaked underwear from her hips and down her legs, taking them with you to discard in her desk chair before grabbing her current pair of pajama shorts from the top of her dresser where she folded them each morning. The closest sweatshirt was the one she seemed to have permanently borrowed from you and so that returned back to the bed with you. You supposed you could’ve asked to borrow a pair of her sweatpants instead of just shedding your own on the ground and climbing back over to her, but your only thoughts were on how uncomfy yours had become and getting Wanda a new set of her own.

“Can you sit up for me, sweetheart?” She did, slow as molasses, leaning heavily on your shoulders as soon as you switched her sweater for your hoodie. You were gentle in setting her back down in case she didn’t control her own fall, guiding her head into her pillow to make sure she didn’t hit it on anything else. “It’s not late yet and you’re so tired.”

It was a gentle tease, both of you knowing full well why she felt so spent, but for Wanda who’d never experienced such a sleepy post-sex haze, she didn’t have the willpower to fight something so blissful. “Does that mean cuddling with me is a no for now?”

You laughed at that, lifting her bottom half to let her shorts settle fully in place. “When have I ever said no to that?” Settling next to her was easy, Wanda rolling over until she was cozily plastered to your side, arms and legs wrapping around you like a koala. Smoothing her hair out as she rested her head on your chest, tranquility settled over you both, leaving Wanda to her many thoughts.

For as hyped as it was, Wanda didn’t really feel any different. Relaxed and sated, a pleasurable lingering throb between her legs, yes, but not dissimilar to the person she woke up as this morning. The biggest shift she felt was with you, your gentle coos and endearing massages to her back, hand having snuck under her sweatshirt just to prolong skin to skin contact; you were different to her. Not that you’d ever been rough with her, but there was some new level of intimacy that remained unlabeled, neither of you willing to speak up and address it.

“So..” She didn’t know where to start, what to talk about after having someone buried knuckle deep inside her, “That was something…”

“Certainly was,” Of all things, you weren’t surprised such casualness would come from her lips first; this was Wanda you were dealing with. Sweet, lovely Wanda Maximoff. “Something good? Unless you hated it-”

“No! Not at all, I really really liked it,” Unchanged as she felt, none of it meant Wanda was uninterested in sex, quite the opposite really. Now that the first hurdle was over, she felt freer to test out more; she’d started to believe she’d never get to try it out. Maybe now, with you who was so willing to take her how she is, you’d explore right along with her. “I’d put it in the great category, at least.”

“Oof, just great? What an ego blow,” You faux pouted, sighing dramatically as Wanda clamored atop you. As much as you’d loved seeing your doctor game play out, it meant nothing if Wanda went away unsatisfied, but if her wide grin and rosy cheeks were any indicator, she enjoyed herself just fine and that was a true job well done.

It was her turn to fix you now, tickling your sides until you cracked a smile and kissing your jaw. Wanda hadn’t expected you to be any kind of insecure about your abilities, not when you’d been so patient with her, kind enough to not only indulge her in the sex she desired, but also check in and make sure she was alright. She didn’t think she could fall for you more than she had, but today you’d proven her so very wrong. “Fine, it was more than great. It was the best orgasm I’ve ever had and I can’t wait to do it again. Happy?”

“Oh? Can’t wait, huh?” The brunette shook her head, hips pressing down against yours suggestively. She was more than aware you hadn’t gotten to cum, didn’t know how to offer that to you, but hopefully if she hinted enough you’d catch on. You squeezed her sides, let her rock slowly back and forth, greedily taking the small amount of friction to soothe your pent up need. There was no way you’d have predicted she’d give any thought to you on her first time, but again, it shouldn’t have shocked you when your new lover was an always caring Wanda. “I thought you were about to take a nap.”

“You said it yourself, it’s early…” Wanda bent until she could rest her elbows on either side of you, rutting her pelvis down to yours more insistently now. After a few moments, you did start guiding her motions, selfishly moving her at the pace that felt best to you. Neglecting to put new underwear on Wanda meant there weren’t many layers between the two of you, both losing yourselves quickly to the heat growing from being pressed together.

If you’d stayed like that for the rest of the evening, you’d be the happiest student on campus, perhaps just long enough to find your own orgasm. But as it was, you were barely on the precipice of hitting that high when Wanda’s phone chimed from across the room. She jumped away from you as if whoever was calling could see what was happening and you groaned, more needy than irritated, but Wanda was already leaping out of bed.

Only three people tended to call her: you, who was clearly preoccupied at the moment; Pietro, but he always texted first to make sure she wasn’t busy; and her father, who called out of the blue and worried himself sick when Wanda didn’t pick up the phone. As she approached her desk, the picture of her and him together on the day he’d first dropped her off to college lit up the screen and she knew it was him. “Hi, papa! Yes yes, I’m doing perfectly fine…”

You didn’t understand most of the conversation, Wanda flowing in and out of Sokovian as she told him she was okay and easily lied about being engrossed in homework as to why she hadn’t answered the phone immediately. She paced back and forth over the carpet as they discussed something you’d made out to be related to home, the call only ending because Wanda insisted that although she wanted to talk more, she had to get back to her studying. Her face lit up then and you assumed he must’ve given her some praising comment, Wanda’s smile always hopelessly wide when she felt proud of herself.

Signing off with an I love you too, Wanda hung up and pursed her lips before turning your way with a forlorn look. “What’s up?”

As soon as you sat up, opening her arms to beckon her back over, Wanda made her way to you, settling on her mattress with her legs thrown over your lap. “My dad misses me,” She supposed she really shouldn’t complain, not when she truly did love him so much, but he stressed so much it in turn made her worry about him and if her absence was more of a burden than something for him to be proud of. “I said I’d visit this weekend, but I don’t have a car which means he always has to come pick me up and drive back and I hate making him do that.”

“I’ll drive you.” The words were out of your mouth before you processed them, having offered up your services without Wanda even asking for your help. You didn’t regret saying it; you wanted to see Wanda’s town where she and most everyone you knew grew up, curious about her childhood home Wanda always spoke of so fondly.

“And make you do the same thing, only twice? No, that’s not fair.” Wanda couldn’t ask you to do that; she really should learn to drive one of these days. Technically she did know how, but she’d never bothered to get her full license; she never had anywhere to go that she couldn’t walk to or get Pietro to drive her. She’d never expected her dad would insist on coming to pick her up to spend time with her so often and she was too polite to tell him it was too much, not that he’d ever listen.

“Well..” You nuzzled into her cheek, wanting to rouse Wanda from her worries and keep her mood light. Besides wanting to explore Westview, a part of you resented having to spend a whole weekend without Wanda so soon and you were loath to admit you’d be bored on your own. “If your dad wouldn’t mind a guest, maybe I could spend the weekend with you?”

She twisted to face you then, eyes wide with disbelief. No one ever came to her house for her; to ask about Pietro or wonder if the local priest was available for impromptu advice, but never just.. for Wanda. “You want to go home with me… and stay?”

“Unless you think your dad would mind, but otherwise sure, why not. We could leave tomorrow after class and drive back on Sunday, that’s what you’ve done before, right?” So far this school year, Wanda's only been home once, an uncharacteristic drop from the nearly every weekend she’d gone in the past few years of college. The excuse she’d used was you, her father having heard so much about you from how Wanda cited her plans with you as to why she was busy so often.

Even so, he was always excited for her, happy his daughter had someone to spend so much time with, and Wanda knew he wouldn’t have any problems getting to finally meet you. Her concern was if you’d run for the hills as soon as you met him and his overbearing ways. “Just... bring nice clothes, okay? If you wear too many t-shirts and ripped jeans, he’ll accuse me of making friends with some girl version of my brother.”

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