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yurievinstitute · 2 years

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Always on my Mind

by Sephi

Fandom: The Batman (2022)

Pairing: (F/M) Bruce Wayne/Edward Nashton (swimsuit fetish, porn with feelings, fem!Edward, high school AU)

Summary: The quiet, stoic Bruce Wayne keeps to himself, but he can't take his mind off of Edith Nashton, his shadow in the school corridors.

Read on: AO3 | FFn | Tumblr (under the cut)

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A/N: This is inspired by @Lacryboy's art on twitter that has put a spell on me ever since I first saw it: (Here) and (here). Please give the artist some love!

Thank you to J (for everything), especially since I've handed you two Batman fics to edit in the same week.

I've decided to call female Edward ->; Edith. I honestly don't know if the fandom has agreed upon a name so I went with what felt right to me.

I listened to this song the entire time I wrote this.

I really, really enjoyed writing this and I am considering making this a series. Please let me know what you think! Thanks for reading. Happy 6/9! [and happy belated crosspost lmfao]

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Bruce had once again been instructed on what his plans ought to be for this late fall Friday night. A girl in his sphere of influence was throwing a very trendy pool party that he simply had to attend, renting out the entirety of the giant complex. It came packed with decorations, an ice cream cake served in the aquatic themed dining hall after hours of ‘free’ swimming for as many teens as she dreamed of inviting. The tactic, of course, was one would prompt their parents to rent the space and reap the rewards of inviting every person in school to come whether they liked them or not—because in order to be invited the promise of a birthday present was required.

Of course, she was here. Bruce sighed heavily, suppressing the swell of emotions that welled to the surface as soon as she walked through the sliding glass doors. While he couldn't put words to what he felt—disbelief and pleasure blending together at the forefront, the fear of getting caught in his attraction a close second—it hadn’t dawned on him that she’d actually show up.

It didn’t help matters that he could already smell her, a scent he’d never appreciated until he’d buried his face into the nape of her neck the very first time they’d gone there.

No one knew about Bruce and Ed’s secret afterschool hobby, and for the sake of his comfortable daily life, they couldn’t find out. Bruce belonged to a different social class, his pool of potential girlfriends predetermined by the hierarchy of the school years ago—not that he ever acknowledged them or had any interest.

Edith was a strange girl, a quiet, studious type, notorious for making the wrong outburst or remark in class or to her peers. She had long been deemed creepy, unwilling to socialize, let alone make friends. The first time she’d spoken to Bruce one on one, it dawned on him that he’d never really heard her make any sound beside her signature giggle, a mix between a snort and a laugh. Many of his classmates blamed her behavior on her strict, militant upbringing in an orphanage that masqueraded as a Christian organization. Yet her overall peculiarity was precisely what attracted Bruce in the first place, what made him respect and ultimately obey her quiet, giddy request from that first encounter.

Bruce watched Edith wander to the very outer corner of the entrance to the public pool, standing sheepishly under some birthday balloons and staring like a fish out of water at all of the other girls. As each took their turns placing the gifts they’d brought for the birthday girl atop the large pile in the center of the hall, he remembered their first time.

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After the drama and chaos of previous years, the staff of Gotham High decided that lockers would be assigned through a random draw. This year, their final year, Bruce’s locker was right beside Edith’s. Many times, he’d close his locker to see her peeking out behind hers, cowering as soon as he'd give her a quizzical look only to resume staring as soon as his back was turned. She’d never talked to him, but she'd always made a point to stay there as long as he did, watching which book he took out first, and how. Or admiring how he smoothed his hair in his locker mirror.

Today, Bruce was late leaving classes; he'd had a few questions to ask his biology teacher about an upcoming test. The hall was a ghost town—everyone else had long cleared out to rush home—all save for Edith, waiting patiently at her locker, growing more and more giddy with excitement as Bruce approached.

Outwardly, he ignored her. Internally, he was fascinated. He screwed up his combination twice under the pressure of her heated gaze from behind her long bangs and thick glasses.

“Bruce…. Wayne…”

Her voice was as quiet as a mouse. If Bruce had been rattling inside his locker, he wouldn’t have heard it. He turned to face her with a respectful half-smile.

The silence dragged between them as Bruce waited patiently for her inevitable question. She giggled, breathing heavily as though she were drunk on his attention.

Before the tension could become unbearable, he asked: “Yes?”

Edith twirled her fingers. She couldn’t seem to stay still; she bounced on her feet gently, suddenly self-conscious and staring at her fingers. Her face flushed a warm pink.

“How dirty is your cock?” She blinked demurely, unflinching.

Bruce dropped the pencil and papers he’d been carrying. As he stared at her in shock, she bent low to pick them up. Edith made a point to look directly at where his cock sat in his jeans and inhaled deeply as she passed it.

“Do you watch porn?” She smiled gently. “Bruce…?”

She extended the papers he’d dropped as if it was nothing. “Are you circumcised?”

It didn’t take much for Bruce to turn a bright red. “What?”

Edith set his papers in her locker, closing it before stepping closer to Bruce, close enough that he could feel her shallow breath against his skin.

“Silly… are you circumcised, Bruce?” She laid a hand on his chest. “Can I see it? I’ve never seen one in real life before.”

Bruce felt all the blood in his head rush to his cock. He could smell her shampoo. Her hands were so soft and gentle. Her eyelashes looked so long behind her glasses. The evening sun leaked in through the windows at the end of the hall, turning the edges of her sandy-brown hair a glowing orange.

“Please?” Her fingers curled into the front of his shirt. “I really need to know…”

Bruce swallowed hard, squeezing his eyes shut. Her hand trailed down his chest before falling back to her side. Her gentle mannerisms beckoned him closer. She acted as though the questions she’d asked were all so normal, so simple…

“I can’t just do that—” Bruce’s hormones quickly overruled the response he’d been meaning to give, “—right here in front of everyone.”

Edith squealed with joy, covering her face in her hands, rocking back and forth ecstatically. “That’s okay, that’s okay! I know a place no one goes.” She hooked her arms into his. “Come show me what it looks like,” she whispered, “Master Wayne.”

Edith hurried to pull him down the corridor before he could come to his senses. She threw open the janitor's closet door, pushing him in first before following him, locking the door behind her. It was dark. Bruce had only a few seconds to balance himself between the dusty shelves of cleaning supplies before it went pitch black.

He gasped, shocked, as he felt her palm against his jeans, massaging and coaxing his cock gently into saying hello. It felt good. It felt really good. It wasn’t long before the tightness of his jeans became unbearable; he busily unzipped them, pulling his boxers down just low enough to expose his cock.

Edith pulled the string to the small lightbulb that hung in the closet. It was dim, but just bright enough to see Bruce in his full arousal, flushed just as pink as she was. She squatted down, bowing her legs, coming closer to get a really good look—as far as Bruce would allow before he reflexively started backing up against the shelf, rattling its contents.

“Wow…” Edith took a deep breath. “It smells so strong…”

Bruce blushed deeper, embarrassed, especially as he watched her continue to huff the smell after saying that.

“So this is what Bruce’s uncut dick looks like…” She sighed dreamily, licking her lips. “What does it look like when Bruce Wayne touches himself? I wonder…”

Bruce had never had a woman look at him like this; he was a private person, but the attention was intoxicating and the pleasure led his hand to act before he could think. He ran his fist all the way down the length of his cock to Edith’s gentle applause. He reasoned to himself he could stop after a few thrusts, but those few turned into many until he was fisting his cock exactly how he liked it, coming apart exactly as he did every night when no one was looking.

It didn’t take long.

“I wonder,” she breathed, “what does Bruce Wayne look like when he cums?”

That was all it took. He let it all go across her waiting face, most of it landing on her glasses. She grinned like a child at the foot of a Christmas tree.

Together, they had crossed the point of no return; that evening marked the start of their secret, special relationship.

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Bruce thought about it the entire time he undressed in the men's changing room. He turned himself towards his locker and peeled off his clothes until he was down to his baggy swim trunks. Two long white stripes trailed neatly down his outer thighs in harmony with the smooth lines of his long legs. He was grateful for the way the shorts fit; the looseness afforded him some level of safety and privacy when it came to his sinful imagination.

He stood under the last shower, the broken one no one dared to use that only supplied cold water, hoping it would shock the arousal out of him. He should have known from all his many sleepless nights that there was no chance he would fix things so easily.

He didn’t bother to make small talk with his friends even as they all stood awkwardly in line. They had accepted long ago that he wasn’t the chatty type. Bruce maintained an ice cold expression, brows furrowed, deep in thought—even if those thoughts were only about Edith, her body, the way her hips curved, the heat of her plush thighs…

Bruce practiced counting down in his head from ten, trying his best to focus on the numbers instead of the memories of their secret encounters; the way her hands felt; the way he melted into her eager mouth… He tried pitifully to read the variety of bright posters plastered over the tiled mosaic walls, all futile attempts to coax his brain into memorizing the pool guidelines rather than imagining what she might look like, soaked through in a clingy swimsuit. His peers mistook his steady concentration for anger.

Despite his efforts at self control, Bruce started scanning the perimeters for a glimpse of Edith as soon as he was let through to the bright, open space of the pool. He knew she would be away from the rest of the girls, most of whom were throwing vibrant inflatables back and forth at each other in the sun shelf of the pool. The water glittered under the fluorescent lights, a serene aqua-blue that reflected all the colors of the energetic paintings along the walls and foundations. The complex was split into multiple pieces. The largest section of the pool was structured in a tiered grid. The rest of the concrete space was shared with a hot tub and a children's section under a bridge walkway connected to the most shallow entrance of the adults’ space.

Edith cowered under the shadow of the bridge, the only girl wearing goggles. The water lapped at her calves. Her swimsuit was tight, leaving no part of her anatomy to the imagination. It looked wet, glistening whenever the reflection of the light hit the latex off the face of the waters. Unlike the skimpy bikinis the others wore, hers was a single-piece suit, terracotta-green and undoubtedly a hand-me-down—if the outdated color didn’t give it away, the fit certainly did. She cradled herself, covering as much of her body as she could, her skin flushed a light pink—whether from embarrassment or arousal, Bruce couldn’t tell.

As his peers dove into the water, Bruce watched her, entranced. Her naked body… slick, wet and on full display. In public. He clenched his hands into fists. Counting wouldn’t help him now. He watched as she nervously spun herself back and forth, talking to herself. He wished he could make out what she was saying.

“Come on, man!” One of his friends grabbed his shoulder, leading him around the mouth of the deep end. Edith’s eyes caught Bruce’s. She smiled, knowing she had his full attention. She opened her arms, proudly revealing herself, her body, her perky nipples to her exclusive audience. One of Bruce’s friends pushed him into the pool while he was too busy studying the lines her pussy made in her damp swimsuit.

Under the waves, under the shock and pressure of the cool water, there was only one thought Bruce could hold on to. No matter what it took, he had to fuck her today.

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Bruce waited at the vending machine, conveniently beside the exit to the girls’ changing room. He pretended to fiddle with it, pressing buttons every so often but never completing a purchase. He’d left the pool earlier than anyone else, changed quickly, and anchored himself here to capture the object of his desire. He’d have just enough time to take her outside, around the back of the pool, to the cover of one of the tube slides in the abandoned playground. That would be enough. He’d make it be enough.

She came out quickly, more quickly than Bruce anticipated—she must have been watching Bruce, following him as soon as he’d left the pool. Her hurried footsteps altered Bruce before she even made it down the long entryway filled with all of her classmates' empty shoes. She beamed when she saw Bruce stationed at the vending machine.

“Edith.” Bruce’s voice was quiet but had full command of his strength. Edith seemed stunned that he would address her directly, but her surprise melted into an expression of pure euphoria. She smelled of chlorine, her oversized blouse was soaked; she hadn’t even bothered to take off her swimsuit. Bruce was excited that she was only wearing her standard long skirt.

“Were you really waiting for me?” She breathed. She looked away, blush coloring her cheeks. “I’ve been waiting for you too.”

Bruce couldn’t stand to keep himself back any longer. He lunged forward, grabbing her by the wrist. Edith let her body go slack, let herself drift to his arms, let him lead her out through the glass doors into the chill of the crisp fall air. She giggled, questioning none of it, sweating and warm despite the cold.

They rounded the corner, stopping at the tall wooden fence of the playground that would offer the majority of their cover. Bruce let go of Edith just to launch himself over, offering her a hand from the top of the fence so he could effortlessly pull her over. They crashed into the gravel with a sound like fireworks amid the stars.

Bruce wordlessly carried her to the bottom of the covered, plastic blue tube slide. He pressed her down with firm hands, not caring about the puddle of water on the mouth of the slide she crashed into. She was wet anyway. He wanted her wet. Bruce stared at her for a moment, his eyes full both of tenderness and the pain that bloomed from his unending want.

Edith stretched her arms out to him and wrapped them around his neck. They kissed.

Bruce kissed her deeply until he had to pull away so they could catch their breath. He rested his forehead on hers, panting, feeling the relief of finally getting close to her after what felt like an unbearable time apart. Before he could even rest his hands on her waist, Edith was hurrying to unbutton herself, exposing the shiny, sultry swimsuit underneath. Bruce groaned as his hands finally slid against it—he could finally feel for himself how thin the fabric was under his fingers. Edith gasped, rolling her hips, bringing her legs up around Bruce’s waist to pull him in closer.

His knees buckled until he rested them against the edge of the slide, a steady force reigning over her eager body. His desperation and need washed over her, and he pressed frustrated kisses along the side of her jaw, then down her neck to the raised line where her swimsuit hugged her collarbones. She tasted like fresh water and salt. All Edith could do was bask in his advances, rocking her head back and forth as waves of pleasure shivered through her, her body trembling with excitement and bliss.

Bruce pulled her swimsuit collar down forcefully, although it eagerly bent to his command, revealing her milky skin, the crest of her tender breast. He thumbed her nipple through the slick, damp fabric, relishing the moans that escaped her lips as he worked. He touched her with severity and impatience. Her breast popped out of the tight material, instantly assaulted by Bruce’s waiting hand. He pressed her back deeper into the slide, grinding his arousal—physical evidence, proof, I need you—down into the damp heat of her pussy.

His strong hands trailed down her chest, down across the valley of her smooth stomach, quickly brushing down along the length of her legs until his fingertips met the edges of her long skirt, sliding it upwards, discarding it around her hips. Beads of water rolled down her thighs, steam ghosting along the small gap of space between her pussy and Bruce’s erection. Edith shook, pressing the pads of her fingertips into Bruce’s shoulders, pressing him closer.

“Are you gonna put it in me?” Edith whispered into his ear, her lips brushing against it gently. “You’re not going to use a condom, right?”

Bruce tightly clenched his fist around the edges of her discarded skirt as she spoke, a feeble attempt to control himself.

“I want to feel you all the way inside…” Edith gently carded her fingers through his hair, rolling her hips up to meet Bruce’s waiting dick. “Bruce… I missed your cock so much.”

Edith wasn’t just wet from the waters of the pool. The bottom of her swimsuit was slick with cum, a demonstration of how badly she needed him in return.

“Fuck,” Bruce groaned as if close to tears, “I can’t take it anymore.”

He pressed into her, gliding once, twice into the heat of her pussy. He brought his hand down to feel it for himself, feeling her twitch against his index finger as she moaned his name. His finger came back glossy with her cum.

He pulled the thin swimsuit to the side of her pussy, exposing it to the cool air. It was so pink, so warm, so plush… Instinctively, he ran his finger gently along the edge of her clit, savoring the way she rocked her hips and cried out into his neck. He let his finger slip between her folds, her pussy throbbing as though it was trying to suck his finger inside. Like lightning, he unbuckled his jeans, pulling down his boxers, crashing his lips into hers as he rubbed his thick cock between her legs.

“Yes… yes…” Edith purred against his lips between their passionate kisses. “Bruce… yes…”

Bruce hadn’t fucked anyone before, let alone Edith—the one he’d imagined being with the most. His cock wept for her, his stomach knotted in tight braids of ecstasy. He let his cock taste her cum, let it slide against her clit. He rocked against her, savoring each of their special moments, relishing his primal satisfaction at finally tasting the fruit he’d dreamt of.

Bruce slid inside Edith all at once, pushing in as deep as he could possibly get before pausing in shock. He couldn’t believe how good it felt to have her surround him completely, to squeeze him so tightly. He adjusted himself, trying to aim further, to feel more of her—quickly craving more, he pulled back in one fluid motion before crashing into her harder than before, lost in the fever. Bruce pressed both of her legs up to her chest, fucking her like an animal. The sound of their sex was loud, obvious, filled with Edith’s gasps between their sloppy French kisses.

This was all Bruce ever wanted. Every time he sank balls-deep into her secret embrace, the realization hit him harder and harder. Edith was all he had ever wanted. Edith was all he had ever needed. His cock shivered as Edith clenched down around him.

He had to cum inside her. He had to make her all his own.

Before she could protest, Bruce slammed her waist to the back of the slide so she couldn’t escape. He pounded her faster, sweating; now his legs were shivering as Edith’s had been the entire time.

He’d do it. He was going to do it. He was fucking Edith. He was inside Edith. This was what Edith’s pussy felt like. This is what Edith felt like inside, in the space no one else could fill. He was a part of her now. Now that he’d had it once he’d chase it forever. He broke from her lips, a trail of spit following his lips.

He wanted to see what she looked like when he did it.

“Edith.” Bruce sounded weak, contrary to the force of his thrusts. “I’m… I’m gonna…”

Bruce came hard into the deepest part of her, harder than he’d ever come before. Edith looked serene, face plastered with the gentle smile she only ever offered to him, the glow of their sex glittering off her cheeks. He sank to his elbows, leaning into her, nesting his face into the crook of her neck while he poured out all those unspoken feelings into the only person he felt mattered.

Edith, Bruce held her close, I love you.

#edward nashton #edward nygma #bruce wayne #riddlebat #the batman #fic rec #DS

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randomshyperson · 2 years

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Wanda Maximoff x Reader - Winter Nights

Summary: Wanda and Reader go with some friends to a winter cottage for the holidays. There they share a room and they are about to have their first time, but Wanda is super nervous because it's her first time of all. Super fluffy smut to warm our lonely hearts for Christmas || Requested by @abimess

Warnings: (+18), soft smut, first time, virgin!Wanda, teasing, flirty jokes, established relationship, really sweet and playful consent, discoveries of power dynamics, sexual themes, inconvenient friends, explicit and inappropriate language, high school au but everyone is eighteen || Words: 5.736k

A/N> I don't really have much to add, just drink water and let me know what you think.

All Works Masterlist || AO3

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Winter Nights - Wanda x Reader

Every December, since high school started, your friends would rent a cabin for the Christmas vacations.

Now that you all were graduating, and most of you were going to different universities spread all over the country, Natasha Romanoff - Your best friend, and also the one who organized the trip every time - insisted that it was the most important trip.

"It's our last holiday together, Y/N!" Reminded the girl to you in the locker room, after the practice of the basketball team you two were part of. You had said something to her about not being sure if you had saved enough savings this year, but Nat was not happy about the possibility that not everyone would be there. You just laughed as you took off your shoes.

"You talk as if we're never going to see each other again."

"In case you've forgotten, I'm going to another continent next year." She replied, crossing her arms. "And video calling is not the same thing as going out for fries after class."

You smiled at Nat, knowing that she was only acting that way because she was really going to miss both you and everyone else when you graduated. With a sigh, you said, "All right, Nat, I'll go with you."

She let out a contented exclamation, hugging you tightly and almost knocking you off the bench as you laughed. Someone cleared their throat loudly next to you and you both turned your faces at the same time:

"Hands off, Romanoff." Wanda warned with a fake serious tone, causing Nat to laugh before breaking the embrace. Your girlfriend wasted no time in kissing your cheek once she was close enough, before asking, "What are you celebrating anyway?"

"I'm excited for the best holiday ever of course!" Nat replied pulling her cell phone out of her shorts pocket, probably to tidy up her trip planning. "Our winter cabin, Maximoff. And you're coming too of course."

Wanda hesitated, one hand on your shoulder. "I still need to ask my dad about it..."

Nat lifted her head from her cell phone immediately. "No, no, no! You have to go! Y/N already said she's going!"

Wanda chucked. "And we always have to hang out together, huh?" She jokingly retorted, but Nat didn't lose her posture.

"Well, you know how crowded Lake George gets this time of year. So many beautiful tourists asking questions to Y/N, smiling and wonder if she's single..."

"I'm going." Wanda interrupted seriously making you giggle, as you stood up to kiss her cheek.

"What a jealous baby." You teased before grabbing the towel in your open closet and heading out into the showers.

Alone with Natasha, Wanda closed your locker and leaned on the metal.

"Can I tell you something and you promise not to freak out?"

"Depends on what you tell me." Nat retorted with narrowed eyes, causing Wanda to chuckle.

She sighed before commenting, "Okay, you know Y/N and I have only been going out for a few weeks... And that I've never..." Wanda began clumsily, but found only tenderness in Nat's eyes, and ignored her shyness to continue speaking. "I just mean that I know Y/N has the experience, and I'm ready, but I'm freaking out! Every time I get a chance to be alone with her I make an excuse to bring more people and-"

"Wanda, breathe." Nat interrupts with a giggle. When the brunette obeys, she adds, "First, this is so incredible! Second, it's just Y/N, no need to get nervous. It's the same girl who has a gay panic every time you make a sexual joke around her. You don't have to feel insecure about it, with experience or not, Y/N is completely in love with you, and she will be very excited that you want this new level of intimacy with her."

"I know..." Wanda sighed. "I just... We haven't talked about it yet. I kind of just can't keep my hands to myself."

Nat threw her head back with a laugh, and Wanda blushed at the teasing. "Oh my god, you two are a disaster!" Commented the redhead amused. "Do you realize how much I actually have to keep hearing about you? Believe me, Y/N can't keep her pants on either. It's always 'oh, Wanda looks so beautiful today' or 'Wanda is so sweet' or the worst is the late-night texts about not being able to sleep because she's thinking about kissing you."

Wanda gives an embarrassed giggle, hiding her face between her hands.

"What do you want me to do, Maximoff? Get a room for the two of you?"

Despite blushing at the older girl's question, Wanda didn't hesitate. "Actually, that would be nice."

Nat rolled her eyes with amusement. "Okay, honey, but you're going to owe me, okay? You know how Tony is the worst roommate on these trips and no one wants to share a room with him. I'm going to put you and Y/N in the same one, which means someone else is going to have to take Stark."

"Thanks, Nat." Wanda returned excitedly. "If I'm your physics project partner, is the debt paid off?"

"If I have to listen to you having sex with my best friend no project is worth the price." Nat retorts causing Wanda to blush heavily and tap her on the shoulder.

"Can't you get everyone out of the cabin?" Wanda then suggests and Nat raises an eyebrow.

"My, my, someone is really planning on being loud..." Teases the redhead causing Wanda to grumble loudly.

"Shut up!"

But the redhead just laughs, checking her cell phone again. "Well, that's going to cost more... How about, lend me your notes from Miss Harkness' class, and I'll put everyone but you two to hiking in the mountains."

"Deal." Wanda immediately retorts, making Nat chuckle.

"Okay, horny lady, see you after class." The redhead teased, slipping out of Wanda's reach to walk out of the locker room laughing, while the other girl just tried not to overthink the holiday.

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Natasha rented a cabin in Lake George, New York for five days. Besides the rent being split between her and all her friends - Tony, Steve, Bucky, Sam, Thor, Wanda - and you, Nat had also invited her sister Yelena (who was in the second year) and as a bonus, the friends of the youngest, Peter Parker and Kate Bishop also joined the trip.

It was great for the finances because each paid less than ten dollars when splitting the costs, but it made Wanda's plan to be alone with you practically impossible.

After Natasha had finished dividing up everyone's chores, from washing the dishes to taking care of the groceries, a fight over bedrooms broke out.

Wanda exchanged a look with the redhead, one of her hands entwined with yours while you laughed as you watched Steve and Tony shoving each other to see who could get into the largest room first, but Nat only returned an apologetic expression when she realized that with so many people she wasn't going to be able to help much.

"Guys, no pushing! My god, you two are worse than children." Nat complained aloud about the near fight of Tony and Steve, and Wanda sighed in frustration.

Noticing, you took your attention away from the mess to your girlfriend. "Hey, is everything okay?"

Forcing a smile, Wanda nodded quickly. "Yeah, I'm just tired from the road."

You smiled at her, releasing her hand only to slip your arm over her shoulder and pull her closer to you so that Wanda could rest her face against your collarbone - a gesture very well appreciated, because the brunette felt her body relax, and almost forgot why she was anxious in the first place.

"Hey, Yelena, come here." You called out to the blonde a few feet away in the room, and she stopped laughing at the fight to approach. "Let's share the rooms while they argue."

"Sure." Yelena agreed lively, waving for her friends to come closer as the argument with the boys escalated. "Kate and I can take one of the double beds, and you and Wanda take the other."

"Sounds good." You say. "Nat can put the boys in the bunks."

Yelena nodded, and without delay, you were moving to take the room at the end of the hall along with Wanda, and the girls. Peter stayed behind to try for a top bed.

You seemed quite pleased to get a room with a television, and near the bathroom - which means showering before everyone else - but Wanda was finding it hard to hide her frustration at not being able to have a room alone with you, even though she enjoyed the company of Kate and Yelena.

"Man, look at that view!" Bishop commented aloud, throwing her backpack on top of the bed that would have been hers to approach the window.

You smiled as you approached, looking out as well. "Wow, the whole park is really full this year." You commented as you noticed the crowds of tourists arriving between the cabins and the fair further on. "The lines are going to be huge."

"If you two don't sleep in until late that won't be a problem." Yelena pinned from across the room, her hands busy unpacking. You and Kate laughed.

The first thing Kate devoted herself to doing for the next few minutes, while Yelena and Wanda organized the wardrobe, was to get in the way of Yelena and Wanda organizing the wardrobe.

And well, you were amused by the whole thing, and while working together with your girlfriend to fix your clothes, you were laughing at the scene.

"I swear to god I'm going to put you to sleep in the living room, Bishop!" Yelena exclaimed loudly the fourth time Kate messed up one of her perfect folds and tried to throw her socks in the drawer but it hit the blonde in the face.

Kate made a face of false offense. "You wouldn't dare!"

Yelena raised an eyebrow, but the taller girl just added, "You would miss me so much."

"Oh, but I will dare." Yelena warned raising her finger to the girl. "Just tempt me one more time."

Kate smiled but didn't risk it. Yelena put her clothes back away, finally finishing after a moment as her colleague sat on the bed.

Wanda had brought quite a lot, mostly because of the cold, which you'd think wasn't necessary since she always ended up stealing your hoodies anyway. Kate grew bored again, and as she ran her eyes around for something to do, she noticed something of interest in Wanda's bag, and let out a hiss.

"Someone is planning to have some fun." Commented the girl in a teasing tone as she held up a red lingerie set she found in the other brunette's bag. Yelena laughed, but Wanda turned pink and so did you, unable to help but imagine how your girlfriend would look wearing it.

Wanda hurried to take the item back, hugging it like it was going to disappear. And Yelena laughed one last time before remarking, "Come on, Kate, stop tormenting them. Let's get you something to eat."

The taller brunette quickly perked up to leave, apparently, she was just hungry this whole time. Yelena, however, before closing the door, added in her mixed tone of seriousness and playfulness, "When wearing, remember to put a sock on the doorknob."

Wanda grumbled loudly in embarrassment, moving to slam the door in Yelena's face, who just burst out laughing into the hallway.

You stood in complete silence, finishing folding the last pieces and the brunette swallowed dryly, turning toward you.

"Sorry about that." She murmured hesitantly. "That's not why I...I mean...we don't need to talk about it."

Wanda babbled very quickly and even faster was she moving to stand with her back to you and shove the lingerie set into the drawer.

You smiled, and as the girl mumbled to herself about never being able to look Yelena in the face again you moved closer.

Wanda held her breath as she felt your presence behind her, and swallowed dryly when one of your hands moved her hair to the side only to give you room to kiss the back of her neck softly while your other hand landed on her waist.

"No need to be shy, baby." You whispered against her ear. "I can't wait to see you wearing it."

Wanda was definitely not someone who stood behind in teasing.

Biting back a smile, she pressed back into you, drawing out an affected sigh when she fit against your hips, your hand tightening around her waist.

"Wanda." You spoke in a warning tone against her ear, and the girl swallowed dryly as she turned her face toward you, her eyes darkening as she stared back at yours.

"You want me to put it on?" she challenged in a whisper, and you felt your stomach flip as Wanda turned her body to face you, her hands coming up to your shoulders. She brought your faces closer until there was almost no distance between your lips. "You can watch."

"Oh, fuck me." You panted aroused, entwining her waist completely before you broke the distance between your mouths.

Wanda loved kissing you. The way you fit together, your taste, the way you held her tightly as if you could guess that her legs would tremble at the feel of your tongues dancing together.

As the kiss intensified, you both couldn't hold back the affected sighs, and Wanda had even more trouble holding still when your hands moved down to her ass, and you squeezed the flesh forcing her against you.

When air was needed, you broke the kiss only to move your lips down Wanda's neck making her breath catch in her throat, one hand in your hair trying to hold you in place.

You pushed her against the dresser behind her, the impact ripping a sound from her throat that was muffled by your mouth back on hers, and Wanda choked as she felt your hand climb up the inside of her blouse, tracing its way to-"

"Y/N, I'm going to the market, stop making out with Wanda, or you'll miss your ride!" Natasha's voice broke the moment completely, and you both froze for a moment before bursting into laughter.

With short, breathless kisses, you let go, and Wanda pushed her ruffled hair away from her face as you moved to open the door.

Nat just giggled at your puffy lips and crumpled clothes, telling you to hurry up or she was going to call Steve - who always chose the worst snacks that no one wanted - to go with her.

You didn't miss the opportunity to steal another long kiss from Wanda before you left the room, leaving a girl with a silly smile on her lips behind.

–//–

So far, Wanda's plan to be alone with you had at least five obstacles.

First, there was always someone around. Be it Bucky asking about food, Tony challenging you on the video game, Kate making jokes that Wanda didn't understand, Yelena borrowing something, every kind of distraction. Second, you seemed completely unaware of what Wanda was trying to do.

She loved how you respected her space, how sweet and considerate you were, but she also loved when you woke her up with short kisses that intensified until Yelena and Kate were complaining out loud that you two were the worst, and although you laughed, Wanda felt her whole body heat up when you tried to catch your breath against her neck, your hand caressing her thigh under the sheet in an attempt to do the same to her that turned out to have the complete opposite effect. Wanda loved the way you held her, kissed her until she lost the line of thought, or when your hands got bold.

What she couldn't handle was how much you had no idea that you were driving her up the wall these days.

Nat had organized the hike in the mountains for the third day. And although Wanda had a great time on the first two - with so many activities and places to see in the company of her friends - she couldn't wait to have you all to herself.

So of course, it snowed. Not just a short snow, which would delay the tour, but a complete blizzard. Which absolutely canceled out any possibility of outdoor walks - or of Wanda being alone with you in the cottage.

Only Natasha knew the reason for her annoyance. When everyone else - completely unaware of the brunette's frustration - spilled out into the living room with games and hot chocolate, she couldn't help her own mood.

You, knowing her as well as the palm of your own hand, noticed it immediately.

Wanda was sitting on your lap, not the least bit interested in the board game you were participating in with everyone else, when you removed yourself from the round to embrace her fully and whisper in her ear, "You're so quiet, sweetheart. What's wrong?"

The thing is, Wanda was already a mess. Having you holding her, your warm breath on such a sensitive spot was definitely not helping.

"I'm fine." She retorted between teeth, surprising you by her aggressiveness.

But you didn't give up.

Firming your arms around her, you lifted her along with you as you stood up, eliciting a surprised exclamation to which you just laughed as you carried Wanda into the kitchen.

"What are you doing?" She questioned impatiently, her arms tight around you so she wouldn't fall.

"Your favorite." You replied smiling and Wanda looked at you with confusion.

The next moment, you were placing her on the kitchen countertop and kissing her cheek quickly before moving away to the cabinets.

Wanda can only watch in confusion as you worked with ingredients all around, the muffled sound from the distance of your friends in the living room playing games.

She couldn't help but smile as she realized that you were making her favorite dish: tortillas.

"Baby, you didn't have to..." She commented but you just shrugged, reaching over to grab the eggs from the fridge next to her.

"Anything to put that pretty smile on your face." You retorted sweetly making Wanda giggle shyly.

She only admired it as you began to work at the table, humming softly as you did so. Wanda couldn't help but stare, and because you loved to tease her, you were taking your eyes off the mix to smile at her.

"Do I like what you see?"

You joked, and despite the soft pink in her cheeks, Wanda chuckled back:

"Oh, I love what I see."

You just kept smiling and stole a gentle kiss before going back to work. "I promise it won't take long. Thirty minutes and you'll have your delicious tortillas ready to-"

"I want to have sex with you." She burst out half breathlessly, and you nearly knocked the pot onto the floor.

Choking softly on your surprise, you turned your gaze back to Wanda, a nervous laugh escaping your lips, "What?"

But the girl nodded, swallowing dryly before speaking, "I'm ready. I think it's been a while, maybe since you came to spend the weekend with my family, I wanted to.... I just didn't know how to say it, so I tried to be alone with you this holiday, but there was the blizzard and Nat said there was nothing she could do and I-"

"Honey, slow down." You interrupted with a giggle, wiping your hands on the dishcloth before approaching her completely. Wanda sighed loudly, and buried her face in her own hands, making you smile as you moved yours to her wrists, caressing the skin until she looked up at you.

"Sorry, I'm a disaster." She mumbles embarrassedly with her gaze on her own lap and you just smile tenderly, releasing her hand to place a finger under her chin and gently ask her to look at you.

"You're adorable, actually." You comment, caressing her cheek as she looks at you. But Wanda sighs lightly.

"I don't want to be adorable!" She retorts stubbornly. "I want to be hot! So you want to take my clothes off."

All you can do is let out an impressed chuckle. "Is that why you bought that lingerie?"

She nodded, trying to look away, but you held her face with a gentle squeeze.

"You don't need that." You clarify looking into her eyes. "I promise I think you are the most attractive person in the world just wearing sweatshirts."

Wanda gives a shy little giggle, and hugs your waist, intertwining her hands together behind your back, "So you also... want to sleep with me?"

The insecurity in her voice is almost absurd to you. But you don't laugh, you just swallow dryly before saying, "I'm ready if you are."

"I wanted a room just for us." She confesses. "But Nat called half the school."

You laughed, kissing the corner of her mouth before speaking, "There's plenty of time, we'll have other opportunities."But as your kisses moved down her jaw, Wanda sighed and closed her eyes for a moment.

"I want it to happen before we graduate." She confessed in a whisper as you kissed a sensitive spot on her collarbone, and you gave a breathless giggle against her skin, stopping your touch only to ask in a mixed tone of curiosity and amusement:

"Why?" Before pressing your lips against her skin again, not hard enough to mark, but hard enough for Wanda to shiver.

"For you to remember me."She confessed breathlessly, and you frowned, stopping your caresses to look at her.

"You think I'd forget about you?" you question in surprise, but without sounding angry. Wanda stares back at you, shaking her head as she bites back an embarrassed smile.

"I really trust you, Y/N." She clarifies. "I want you to remember how much when you are away. That and well..." She moved closer, her lips inches from yours. "I also want you to remember the feeling of having me entirely. My mind, because I will think of you all the time. My heart, because it's yours. And my body, because it only reacts to your touch." She confessed breathlessly.

You feel your chest warm with the love you feel for Wanda, but you just smile, letting your hands caress her thighs.

"You forgot soul, Wands." You comment against her lips. "Pretty important, since we are soul mates."

She laughed softly, and the movement made your lips rub together. "Are we, huh?"

You just nodded, and Wanda continued to smile cockily even as you kissed her, and it was her turn to make you sigh as she moved her hands down to your ass and squeezed. But the small victory was short-lived when you pressed your nails softly against her thigh, scratching your way up and making her shudder against you.

But instead of intensifying the kiss as Wanda wished, you pulled away with a sigh, putting a little distance between you. With a low grumble, Wanda looked at you questioningly, but you gave her a smile.

"I'm not going to take your virginity on the kitchen counter." You clarified and gave a gentle tug on her hand for Wanda to come down and follow you.

You returned to the living room, and you released Wanda only to whisper something in Yelena's ear, who smiled and gave the brunette a wink.

With that, you entwined your hand again with Wanda's, and led her toward the bedroom.

Wanda raised a brow at you as you closed the door behind her.

"What?" you retorted innocently.

"Did you really just bribe our roommates to be alone with me?"

"They're both businesswomen, dear." You returned simply, bringing your hands to Wanda's waist as she frowned with amusement and entwined hers behind your neck. "And you and I have some business to deal with."

Wanda only had time for a shy giggle - which turned into a surprised exclamation - when you lifted her up and held her by the thighs, carrying her on your lap to the bed.

You placed her on her back on the mattress and were laying on top of her the next second, a sweet but intent kiss before she could comment on it.

It didn't take long for things to heat up, gentle kisses that became more passionate and firm, until you were panting against each other's mouths, and the friction between your bodies only made the temperature rise.

Before Wanda knew it, her hands were scratching at your back, pulling up the fabric of your shirt. You pulled away only to remove the garment with a single movement and laughed softly with your cheeks flushed at the way Wanda looked at you.

"Is everything all right?" You questioned and she nodded quickly, swallowing dryly at the sight.

"You're so pretty" She confessed. "Like, I know you're the one who usually says that to me, but I really think you're very beautiful, but that's not all there is to it either and-"

You cut her off with a firm kiss, and Wanda sighed against your lips. "You're nervous." You whispered as you pulled away, just a few inches, your fingers playing with the fold of her blouse. "Take a deep breath. Calm your nerves or it won't be pleasurable. You can trust me, baby. I’ll make you feel good, but you gotta be comfortable first."

Wanda nodded, doing what you asked. But when your fingers went up into her blouse, she tensed up again, and you stopped.

"Do you want to be in charge?" You asked looking into her eyes, and Wanda blushed heavily.

"C-can I?" She questioned in surprise, but you just smiled.

"You can do whatever you want." You assured sweetly, taking your hands from inside her blouse to land on her waist. "Do you want to be on top too?"

Wanda choked softly, denying it with her head. You didn't have time to ask, because she spoke first, "I want you to kiss me. Hard, like that day in the park or when we folded clothes together." She guided, her hands groping the mattress until they intertwined with yours. "Then I want you to go lower...and don't stop."

Biting your lips, you nodded in understanding, leaning in to break the distance between your faces.

The first kiss you gave her was sweet and gentle, and Wanda gave you a warning look about the requests from earlier, but you only grinned before releasing her hands to move yours up, one to her neck and the other to her waist.

The second kiss was much better. Wanda choked as you kissed her hard, your tongue sliding against her with intent, and your body holding her in place. You didn't stop, continuing to kiss her until she lost her breath, and needed to push you gently by the shoulders, a strong tightness clenching on her lower abdomen.

"I-I..." She tried to start off breathlessly, but as she stared at the dark irises and your swollen lips she completely lost the line of reasoning. And you just smiled, tracing kisses against her jawbone up to her ear:

"Can I take off your clothes?" You asked in a whisper against her ear, not missing the opportunity to play between your teeth with the lobe, and Wanda moaned softly, throwing her hips up.

"Please." She mumbled impatiently, making you laugh softly, but wasting no time in obeying her.

You had no problem with the blouse, or the shoes and pants, but Wanda grew impatient by every second, and when she finally remained only in her underwear, she was almost begging.

Your kisses turned slow again, teasing her. You were trying to get her ready, but Wanda was losing patience.

"Baby, lower... please..." She gasped as your lips made their way onto her collarbone again, the friction of your knee against her center - now covered only by the thin cloth of her panties - was driving her insane.

"Where, baby?" You asked innocently, the pressure of your lips strong enough to turn your skin red when you sucked. "Here?"

Wanda shook her head, breathing out of rhythm. "Y/N, I swear to god..."

But you just pressed your knee a little harder against her and Wanda choked out half a sentence, her nails digging into your back as she rolled her eyes to the back of her head.

"Fuck me." She moaned affectedly, and you chuckled softly, trailing your mouth down the valley of her breasts.

"Working on it."

The comeback died on the tip of her tongue as you squeezed her breasts around your fingers, and Wanda shuddered on the mattress, one of her legs curled up behind you and tried to push down and increase the pressure against her hot, aching center.

"Stop teasing." She ordered as she looked at you again, trying to sound as serious as possible, and you raised your eyes to her, smiling devilishly.

"Your wish is my command, princess." You returned, and without breaking eye contact for more than it took to kiss her skin, you made your way down.

Wanda bit her lips tightly as you kissed her inner thighs, never where she really needed them.

"Darling, I won't have any more teasing, please." She pleaded and you sighed, nodding in agreement as you pressed your face against her covered core and Wanda choked, shivering on the mattress as you felt your mouth watering at her scent and for the wetness, you could see on the fabric.

Soft kisses over the fabric before you moved your hands to pull her panties off.

Returning to your position, you grabbed her thighs and ducked against her cunt without warning, making her moan loudly.

But you only kissed her clit firmly, and pulled away to raise your eyes to her, "I thought you're ready for me, miss enough teasing."

Wanda chuckled helplessly, and before she could retort, you lowered your mouth on her again, fucking her eagerly but without taking your eyes off her.

She was dripping on your tongue and her own thighs, but you did no more than stimulate her clit, licking in circles and teasing the entrance of her folds until she was squirming in spasms beneath you.

"M-more." Wanda managed to gasp beyond her own arousal, the hot puddle in her abdomen was threatening to explode at any moment, but she knew she needed more, just a little push. And you were more than willing to give it to her.

With a gentle nod, you buried your face into her pussy, your tongue working inside her now, thrusting as deep as you could and teasing all the way out. Wanda had to cover her mouth with her hand to muffle the loud moan that ripped through her throat and could barely contain the next sounds as you continued to fuck her like that.

You felt your own intimacy throbbing and soaking wet inside your pants as you delight yourself with Wanda, and the sinful sounds she was failing to contain. Releasing one of her thighs, you quickly moved your hand down into your own jeans, trying to relieve some of the aching as you continued to thrust into Wanda.

You groaned as you felt your state, and the vibration caused Wanda to arch her back on the bed, the hand that was locked in the mattress went to your hair, grabbing and forcing you against her as if you had even thought of leaving.

Without missing the rhythm of your mouth against her, you stimulated yourself, feeling your whole body vibrate all at once. Wanda was as close to cumming as you were, her walls twitching against your tongue, her arousal oozing out, the way she was frantically following the pace of your tongue with her hips and-"

"OH FUCK!"

The rest of the cabin surely heard her coming, but you couldn't care less, because you're cumming in the next second, moaning against her wet pussy as you reach your height on your own fingers.

Breathing out of rhythm, and with your whole body vibrating in ecstasy, you pulled your hands out of your pants and wiped Wanda with your tongue, moaning softly at the taste before working your way up to rest your face against her collarbone.

Wanda was in the same state as you, almost out of orbit, an easy smile on her lips.

"I can't feel my legs." She commented softly, wasting no time in intertwining her body against yours.

"You liked it, then?" You returned, closing your eyes for a moment. Wanda laughed helplessly, her fingers skirting the path of your back and trying to press you against her.

"I loved it as much as I love you." She murmured. "I wanted to do it again but I think our friends are going to walk in here any minute."

It was your turn to chuckle lightly, taking your cue to sit against Wanda's thigh, who choked as she felt the wetness.

"Don't worry, I locked the door." You warned, leaning in to kiss her, but Wanda grabs your face with her hand, her eyes dark.

"Who said you could do that?" You thought she was talking about the kiss, but as you felt her fingers against your covered intimacy, you shuddered.

"I couldn't help it." You confessed affected, but Wanda just smiled devilishly.

"But I was in charge..." She reminded with a low tone, her fingers making a gentle pressure that is enough to turn you on completely again, but nowhere near to what you need to relieve yourself. "And I didn't say you could touch yourself. Now, I have to do something about that don't you think?"

You couldn't hold the throaty moan that escaped, nodding obediently to Wanda as she spun you around on the bed to get on top of you and sit on your hips. Something in her expression made you sure that you weren't leaving that room anytime soon.

–//–

Many years later, when your group of friends was no longer the same, and you had a degree and the Maximoff surname on your certificate, Natasha still called the last high school winter trip 'the day Wanda lost her virginity' just to make everyone in the room embarrassed.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff smut #wanda maximoff x yn #elizabeth olsen x you #marvel imagines #marvel smut #high school au

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etherealluminescence · 4 years

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Requests | Masterlist | My MC | Other

Requests :

I write sfw or fluff, nsfw, angst, drabbles, headcanons, and fics.

I write for all characters. Platonically for Luke. Please specify the characters. If unspecified I will automatically go with the brothers, and if it says undateables or just brothers I’ll write for all in the category.

If you want a fic for 2+ x MC I’m fine with that too.

I just don’t write about piss kinks or religious kinks. It makes me uncomfortable to think about. Other than that I’m probably kinkier than you do your worst.

If you don’t state gender, I’m going for GN. Even if it’s nsfw, twosome, threesome whatever.

Specify if it’s nsfw or sfw, or I’ll automatically write it as sfw. Whether you ask for a headcanon or fic.

If you do not specify hc or fic, I’ll write it in headcanon format.

I do matchups. I may not be the best at it, but I would love to attempt it if you’re willing to let me. 💗

I’m okay with inbox spam, don’t feel like you’re bothering me if you want to have two or more requests.

Requests are always open, meaning I’ll never close them. Just send in that ask. If for some reason I have a lot of requests they’ll still be open, but it may take me time to get to it. (I really don’t think I’ll get any but hey)

Optional form in other section at the bottom. Just to get a rough idea.

Masterlist

SFW - ☁︎ | NSFW - 💕 | ANGST - ⚡️ |

I will specify if it’s a hc, matchup, fic etc next to the name. I still do not know how to link stuff on tumblr without it being giant and inconvenient, so until then I’ll just write what I’ve written, you can find under the “obey me” tag when searching my profile.

GN!MC using the brother’s horns for stupid reasons - ☁︎ HEADCANON

GN!MC using the royal’s horns for stupid reasons - ☁︎ HEADCANON

Brothers react to finding out GN!MC works in a rent-a-girlfriend business - ☁︎ HEADCANON

Brothers react to a F!VIRGIN!MC - 💕 HEADCANON

Brothers react to finding a GN!MC sleeping in their beds - ☁︎ HEADCANON

SUB!Mammon x F!Reader - 💕 FIC

DOM!Lucifer x F!Reader - 💕 FIC

BNHA AU : Brothers react to a QUIRKED!GN!MC - ☁︎ HEADCANON

Brothers react to a stressed out GN!MC - ☁︎⚡️ HEADCANON

Brothers react to GN!MC on the verge of tears but actually stubbed their toe - ☁︎ HEADCANON

Mammon, Satan, and Lucifer react to F!MC on their period - ☁︎ HEADCANON

Brothers react to F!Demigod!MC - ☁︎ HEADCANON

The boys, GN!MC, and the cat - ☁︎ HEADCANON

The cat miniseries - ☁️ BUFF CAT TAG

Brothers react to GN!MC being distant...? - ☁️ HEADCANON

Brothers react to a GN!MC that does self-harm - ⚡️☁️ HEADCANON

Brothers react to accidentally finding F!MC masturbating - 💕 HEADCANON

Simeon comforting GN!PTSD!MC - ⚡️☁️ HEADCANON

TBA

WORKING ON - based on asked first (unless a fic, let me catch up due to classes. requests are always open, though!) ->

Brothers react to GN!MC breaking up with them - ⚡️ HEADCANON

Brothers react to GN!TEASE!MC - ☁️ HEADCANON

Undateables reaction to DEMIGOD!GN!MC - ☁︎ HEADCANON

Beel x GN!MC cooking - ☁︎ FIC

Lucifer x GN!MC x Mammon - ⚡️ FIC + different endings

Solomon x F!MC where he subtly hits on MC - ☁︎ FIC

SUB!Solomon x DOM!MC - 💞 FIC

MHA!AU Izuku!MC - ☁︎ FIC

Solomon x F!MC - ⚡️ FIC + “It didn’t have to be like this” prompt

PROTECTIVE!Levi x F!MC - ☁︎

My MC profile - PERSONAL PROFILE

Domestic headcanons - ☁︎ HEADCANON

Levi x GN!Reader - 💕 FIC

My MC

I don’t really have much other than a digital sketch I did and a picrew of him, but he’s basically a spoiled bottom. He has been spoiled by his big half-brother his near entire life, and was so confused on how human functions when he came to devildom. Like he sees Solomon cooking and he’s like wow humans actually do that food doesn’t just appear?? Or we can’t just eat the freshly grown fruit from your trees?? Also surprised clothes don’t just appear and you need to SHOP because his brother just told him what to wear and bought him outfits.

Yes I’m putting MCtober stuff here too. He obviously has dyed pink stripes in his hair but he’s just like it’s 100% natural and when it fades he’s like?? My hair is disappearing? Very stupid. He was also originally being helped by Mammon but my MC was beyond help that Satan had to teach him common knowledge and he’s just like woah!! :oo so smart!! Maybe smart enough to rival my big brother!!

Made a pact with Satan (first) because it pissed off Lucifer than a dumb human made a pact with his brother. He didn’t know what a pact was and was like since you helped me I’ll help you!!

Asmodeous (second) is the only other brother to be in a pact with my MC. My MC is a big moron who didn’t know about shopping but looks extremely cute, so Asmodeous obviously played dress up with him. Eventually they got into a pact (my mc still does not understand what it exactly is) and now he spends a lot of time with him.

His sleeves are just sleeves...;; like literally they are sleeves. No shirt. It’s like whack. Inside the sleeves at the middle is a band that he puts his hands through and tightens, and the sleeves just stay upright and no one knows how that genuinely works or where he/his big brother had bought it- but he’s very fond of them.

He’s also a social media user to Asmo’s degree- he’s constantly on it and has near six phones and can use them quickly. He may be dumb about life, but he knows about deviltube and devilgram. Might make a general MC introduction post idk;;

Other

If I have anything else in the future I’ll put it here ig. Like if I’m suddenly dying or going on a trip and can’t do requests immediately. Feel free to dm me. If you are curious about a request form : (OPTIONAL)

Prompt / kink : Your request + kinks if nsfw

Type : sfw/nsfw/ + angst if you want that

Format : Fic, Drabble, headcanon, matchup etc.

Characters : Specific or general (Brothers/Undatables/ Brothers+Undateables)

Gender : Male/Female (Unspecified is automatically gender neutral)

Examples :

Could I get domestic sfw hc of the undateables?? GN please!

MC who threatens to throw the next person who bothers them out the window ?? Sfw hc! For the bros.

Could you do a Asmo x M!MC x Solomon? Maybe after a night out at the club they’re all bothered and hook up with each other? Nsfw fic!

Can I have a matchup? I’m 19/F/British and my favorite color is blue! I like reading and participating in my school drama club and some additional facts are.. you get the jist

#obey me #obey me swd #obey me shall we date #obey me hc #masterlist #requests #my mc #always open #other

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villainsblog97 · 5 years

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Beautiful People

Scenario: Bang Chan X Reader, fluff, music fanfic romance, rich boy au

Warning: None, except you might fangirl to death!

Summary: He was a rich boy, you were a waitress... you two met by fate, he wanted to show you his life, but is afraid you'll become part of the beautiful people.

Based off the song Beautiful People by Ed Sheeran feat. Khalid

Christopher Bang... but everyone knew him by two names, Chris... and Chan, his parents were the CEO and Vice President of a huge company in Seoul South Korea... their company was known all around the world, he came from Syndey Australia, everyone in Seoul knew him and his family, the Bangs were loved by many people, rarely did you hear something negative about them, especially Chan... he was not just Seoul's golden boy, he was loved by many people all around the world.

You had met him in the diner you worked at in Los Angeles California, your boss was screaming at you for the hundredth time, calling you a screw up and a failure, Chan put an end to the yelling real quick, shortly after that, you two were running out of the diner together.

We are, we are, we are

You left with Chan and never looked back, would you get in trouble for running off with the CEOs' son? Probably, you knew all about him, you knew exactly who he was, but the way he was looking at you, suddenly made you care less.

But were you this kind of person, could you actually be with someone like Chan, you were a waitress in a diner, you made about eleven dollars an hour, you busted tables, you brought milkshakes and ketchup packets to people.

But Chan didn't care... be couldn't even tell you why he did what he did, but there was something he knew for sure, you were real... you weren't like all the other girls, you kept a strong mind, you were respectful, you showed yourself in a true state. And for some reason... Chan wanted know more of that, he wanted to see someone who wasnt trying to fake their way in his life just to get the cameras on them.

L.A. on a Saturday night in the summer

Sundown and they all come out

Chan and his family were in California for business meetings, Chan and his two younger siblings went with them and took the opportunity to enjoy a small vacation, but if only he knew he would meet the love of his life while he was here.

Lamborghinis and their rented Hummers

The party's on, so they're headin' downtown

"Wanna come with me to a party tonight?" He smiled at you flashing his cute little dimples.

"A party... what kind of party?" You asked.

"Well it's for my parents... they go, they converse with other company presidents, have some drinks, talk business... it's all part of what they do..."

"So why do you go?"

"Moral support? Free food" he laughs a little

('Round here) everybody's lookin' for a come up

And they wanna know what you're about

You agreed to go but only because Chan gave you those beautiful little puppy eyes, he wanted to show you to the world, but at the same time he was kind of nervous, he never really enjoyed the parties, he had been to so many, he can't even remember half of them. But he decided to ignore his feelings and just try and enjoy himself, you came out of the room, the ladies in his suit had done your hair and make up, you kept telling them it wasn't necessary but they kept telling you that you'll want it to be, so you finally gave up and obeyed, an hour later you were walking out of the room in a black dress with black heels, your hair was hanging in lose curls, your make up was done to perfection, you almost didn't recognize yourself, Chan stood there in complete awe of you.

Me in the middle with the one I love and

We're just tryna figure everything out

You two sat in the car that pulled up to the Maroon carpet, Chan got out first and helped you out, cameras were nearly blinding you, many questions were pouring out of the photographer's mouths.

"Chan! Who is the girl you are with!"

"Is this your girlfriend Chan!"

"Stop for a picture please!"

Chan put his hand at your lower back and guided you inside.

"Don't stop for anything" he whispered in your ear as you walked in quickly to the grand foyer. A giant marble staircase sat in the center, it was filled with people holding thin champagne glasses, Chan handed you one, only being 21 you hadn't really consumed a ton of alcohol, but to fit in you took a sip and nearly choked on the dry taste.

"You alright love?" He asked

"Why is that so dry?" You coughed out

"I don't really drink it... just for looks" he laughs a little.

We don't fit in well

'Cause we are just ourselves

I could use some help

Gettin' out of this conversation, yeah

You finally caught up with Chan's parents, they were very kind people, you could see why everyone loved them, but you looked around the scene you were in, even your dress cost more than your entire wardrobe in your closet, you lost count at how many times you've tripped over your heels.

You look stunning, dear

So don't ask that question here

This is my only fear, that we become

Beautiful people

Chan took you to the dance floor and began to slowly dance with you.

"This feels weird" you sighed.

"What does?"

"Being here... in this dress and heels, which suck by the way"

"You're beautiful" he smiled at you, but you still felt weird.

Drop top, designer clothes

Front row at fashion shows

"What d'you do?" And, "Who d'you know?"

Inside the world of beautiful people

You had slipped away from Him, you needed air, you felt like you were suffocating, this wasn't who you were, and you knew it.

You stood outside on the balcony and ran your hand over the railing, you looked out to the view, your beautiful California in front of your eyes, you drew a long sigh, trying to get your head cleared.

Champagne and rolled-up notes

Prenups and broken homes

Surrounded, but still alone

Let's leave the party

Two arms came around your waist, a head resting against your own, a beautiful accent hummed in your ear.

"There you are" you held onto his arms and smiled as he kissed your head.

"Just needed some air" you sighed.

"It can be a little overwhelming"

"Not that..."

"What is it?" He pulled you close against him.

"This isn't who I am Chan" your voice shook.

"I'm not a glamorous girl, I'm a waitress at a diner that's been around for 50 years, I wear ripped up jeans and t-shirts that are way to big for me, my hair is usually tied up in a ponytail, or down in my face, and I hate these freaking heels!" You whined a little as you pulled off the heels from your feet.

Chan simply laughed and took your hands in his large ones.

"And that is why I love you" he smiled, you paused in your rage and looked at him.

"You what?"

That's not who we are

(We are, we are, we are)

We are not beautiful

"I love you (Y/N), because you are not a glamorous girl, because you do wear ripped up jeans and t-shirts that are definitely too big for you, I love you... because you are real, you're yourself, no matter what, you don't pretend to be someone you're not unlike everyone at this stupid party"

Yeah, that's not who we are

(We are, we are, we are)

We are not beautiful

He laid his hand on your face and leaned in gently, only waiting for a second to see if you would react, but just smiled at him and whispered "I love you too"

He took that as an okay, you had spent almost 3 three weeks with Chan now, but he took his time with you, the first week, he held your hand, the second week he would give you a small hug, he never wanted to overstep his boundaries with you, because you were someone who deserved all his effort. But it was starting to drive him crazy, you couldn't say you blamed him, he leaned down and and gently pressed his lips to yours, they molded perfectly almost instantly, his kiss was sweet, but it wasn't rushed, it was slow, like he was taking in every single thing about you, so he wouldn't forget.

"Let's get out of here baby girl" he smiled.

L.A. mm

Drove for hours last night and we made it nowhere (nowhere, nowhere)

I see stars in your eyes when we're halfway there (all night)

I'm not fazed by all them lights and flashin' cameras (uh)

'Cause with my arms around you, there's no need to care

You breathed a sigh of relief as you ran your hand over your ripped jeans you and Chan were quick to change out of your party attire, you jumped into his car like he requested, he fired up the engine and took off down the road.

"Where are we going?" You asked as the wind blew through your curled hair.

"I don't know!" He laughed as he put his arm around you, you scooted in closer to him and laid your head on his chest, you listened to the radio blaring, the wind was blowing through your hair as you sat in his convertible, you two were singing along to the radio, his voice was given to him by an angel, you were lost in the view beside you, his hand rested on the steering wheel, the other in your hand.

We don't fit in well

We are just ourselves

I could use some help

Gettin' out of this conversation, yeah

You finally stopped on the side of highway out in the middle of nowhere, you laid beside him on the hood of his car, looking out at the stars that painted the sky, after your first kiss, Chan became a little more greedy, wanting to kiss you more and more, some were deep, some were slow, some were intense, and some were light and tender. He whispered I love you so many times you'd lost count.

You look stunning, dear

So don't ask that question here

This is my only fear, that we become...

There was nothing for him to worry about, as you laid in his arms, he thought about the future and how he wanted you to be apart of it, he wanted you forever, because he knew in his right mind that you definitely were not part of the beautiful people, you were his own kind of beautiful, you were yourself, and to him there couldn't be anything else in the world that could ever compare.

Beautiful People

#stray kids #chan #x reader #beautiful people #ed sheeran #khalid

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