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Kiwi

Summary: Harry recently started his solo carrier and Sarah recommmeds y/n as his lead guitarist. Harry finds himself intimidated by y/n and y/n could not care less.

famous!harry ; an enemies to lovers trope.

warnings: mention of alcohol. Swearing. Suggestive language and sexual tension.

“Come on Harry trust me on this. It won’t go downhill. She’s really good.” Sarah pleaded her case for the tenth time since the past one hour. Harry was certain she would talk his ear off.

“What was her name again?” Mitch asked Sarah.

“Y/n.”

“Sarah, I don’t know about this. I’ve known you all since a long time and it’s easy to work with you.” Harry said, slightly skeptical about a new addition to his team.

Harry knew who you were, a very successful songwriter and one hell of a guitar player. He knew you worked with bands like 5sos, 21 Pilots and even wrote a few songs on Taylor’s swifts album, Reputation. He saw you at a concert once and immediately fell in love with the way your presence consumed the concert wholly. No one cared about who was singing because everyone’s eyes were fixated on the young seductress clad in black leather and playing her instrument as if her life depended on it.

“You can only grow if you’re out of your comfort zone.” Sarah firmly stated, crossing her arms over her chest huffing out a breath.

Harry thought about it for a good minute. He needed someone with experience and you seemed to have it. You knew how to write and what to write. Perhaps a little experiment wouldn’t be so bad.

“Okay. I’m trusting your judgement on this.” Harry said nodding.

“Great because y/n’s in the elevator right now.” Sarah said giggling slightly. “Thank God you didn’t say no. Would’ve been a difficult conversation.” She mumbled, relived at how the situation panned out.

The apartment bell rang and Sarah jumped out of her seat startling Mitch who was sitting next to her. She took long strides towards the door.

“Y/n! Oh my gosh, it’s been ages! You look wonderful!” Sarah said hugging you. You smiled and hugged her back, glad to meet her once again after what seemed like a century.

“Thank you. How’ve you been?” You asked her, not bothering to take note of the two men who seemed to scrutinise your interaction with quite a lot of concentration.

“Same ol’ same ol” Sarah chuckled as she let you in.

“Harry, Mitch meet y/n.” Sarah introduced you to them. You found yourself in an awkward postion so you simply gave a wave and a loose smile.

If Harry was a ball of sunshine then you were a raging hurricane. The two of you were polar opposites. Harry radiated warmth and seemed to be the kind of person whom other people could talk to. Meanwhile you on the other hand were someone who kept to themselves.

Harry couldn’t help but notice your sweeping eyeliner. He observed it quite attentively, how it was winged at the edge of your eye and in the inner corner as well in a feline manner. You wore low waisted jeans with a fitted graphic black tee shirt that ended just below your navel, showing a silver of skin.

“So y/n, what’s your work like?” Mitch asked you.

“I write mainly rock but I’m open to new suggestions.” You said. Sarah nodded as if to say ‘awesome.’

Your voice was firm and authoritative as you answered the question. Harry found himself completly entranced by this complexity of a person that stood in front of him. He figured it out the minute you walked into the room with your head held high that working with you wouldn’t be easy.

“Do you have any questions Harry?” Sarah asked him. Harry only nodded no.

“Great. Im going out for a smoke.” You said leaving the three of them alone again.

“She’s scary.” Harry said once the door shut. Sarah rolled her eyes in response. “She’s a no nonsense person Harry.”

“And scary.” He added again.

“I know you’re not used to people like her. Just because you’re both literal opposites doesn’t mean she’ll eat you alive.” Sarah snorted. “You like her, don’t you Mitch?” Sarah asked him. Mitch only swallowed and replied, “I like her better on stage.”

“Oh hush both of you. Give her time.”

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“It doesn’t sound good.” Harry huffed out impatiently, staring at the lyrics he scribbled. It had been more than a week since everyone started to work on his debut album.

Harry began to habour a certain disliking for you, owing to lack of your participation and one word answers. You would sit away from everyone, scribble in your diary and would rarely look up from its pages.

“You know what guys, let’s just take a breather yeah?” Jeff, Harry’s manager said getting up from his chair and stretching his legs.

“I’m going out for a walk.” Sarah said, pulling Mitch to his feet as well. Harry was about to get up as well but Sarah mouthed to him; ‘talk to her’ as she gestured towards you. Harry looked at her with wide eyes and was ready to protest but Sarah was quick on her feet.

“Y/n.” Harry called out your name. You looked up at him, the loose strands strands of your braid fell down framing your face. You raised your eyebrows as if to say ‘speak on.’

Harry cleared his throat. “What are you writing?”

“Nothing much. Just an idea.” You said. That was the most you had spoken.

Harry noticed that today, there was no eyeliner but smudged kohl lining your eyes. You opted for a plain white tank top and a pair of mini cargo shorts. A surprise for Harry who was much too used to seeing you in black.

“I think, everyone would appreciate it if you would participate more you know?” Harry said. You only nodded and went back to scribbling.

“See! This is what you do y/n. You don’t talk. You’re so busy doing God knows what. I get it, you know you’re talented but that doesn’t mean you’re better than us.” Harry exploded. You shut your dairy hard and stared at him with rage.

“It’s been almost two weeks since you joined us. Have you contributed in any way?” Harry added, his voice reaching a higher octave and getting louder by the second.

“First of all, I don’t think I’m fucking better than you and second of all, instead of blaming me why don’t you recognise the fact that you’re scared and absolutely clueless.” You spat at him.

“I’m not scared.” Harry said, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Yeah right.” You scoffed rolling your eyes. “You’re so scared that you’re putting the blame on me just because I’m the newbie. This solo carrier is new to you and that terrifies the shit out of you Harry. So much that you can’t even work. If I have to be the punching bag then I’m fucking leaving.” You stated grabbing your bag.

“You don’t know shit y/n.”

You didnt care about what Harry said next as you walked out of the room.

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“Was it really necessary Harry?” Jeff said, rubbing his head with his hands. The stress of not having completed the album began to increase.

“I told you, ‘give her some time.’ Did you do that Harry? No. You just had to say something.” Sarah said, flinging her arms in the air.

“I mean, was Harry wrong though? Y/n was… just there you know. She didn’t talk, she didn’t help. Good riddance I say.” Mitch said.

The whole group was torn up over this. Harry began to feel guilt overpower him, but the rage he felt at your words was far too much for him to hone. He knew you were right and he hated you for that. He hated you for the fact that you were so good at reading him. Harry knew that you didn’t talk because you were shy but because you never found yourself as engaged as the others. You were aloof, and gave the impression that nothing bothered you at all.

“It’s been what; six days since she stormed off?” Jeff asked harry.

“Seven.”

“Jesus.”

Harry was certain that you overreacted to the situation. Granted, you didn’t want to be here and Harry left no stone unturned when it came to reminding you his dislike for you.

The door bell rang, Harry got up to look through the key hole. He felt the colour drain from his face. It was you. Standing in front of the door.

“It’s her.” Harry whispered with his eyes wide.

“You know I can hear you, ya dick. Open the door or I’m leaving.” You, irritation lacing your face.

You began to hate Harry or at least develop an aggressive aversion towards him as time passed. You hated how he seemed to have enough energy throughout the day to burst into a song. You hated that he was all smiles and giggles every second of the day. The only one thing you liked about him was how intimadated he was by you. But you knew that he could be much more terrifying than you when the time came.

“Pick your poison.” Mitch said.

Harry opened the door to meet your black smudged eyes. You push him as you enter the room and slam the diary on the centre table with a loud thud.

“Here you go. You said Im no help at all. Well I beg to differ. I’ve written three songs.” You said. Harry picked up the diary and flipped through the pages.

Kiwi

Medicine

Only angel

Strange names for such explicit songs.

Harry passed the diary to Sarah who looked at the songs with amazement.

“Harry we’ve got to add these.” Sarah said, excitement lacing her eyes.

“I don’t need anyone to plead my case. If he likes them, good enough.” You said, your voice unwavering as you looked at Harry who narrowed his eyes at you.

“I like them.”

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Within a week, all recordings were done and the album was ready to launch. Jeff suggested that the four of you should to go out, let off some steam because life would never be the same once the album got released.

Everyone was quite surprised when you suggested a place to party. You were quite intent on getting shit faced because the past month had been a whirlwind to say the least.

You wore a black mini dress, encased with sequins that was backless. Your eyes were lined with heavy kohl and mascara. Your whole face was bare other than your eyes.

“Johnnieeeee!” You exclaim to the large bouncer, a smile on your face as you high five him.

“Y/n been a long time. I see you’ve got friends.” He said, eyeing the people behind you.

Sarah felt that the club you brought them to too was far too dark and dingy for her liking. It was dark and the music was blaring. The club smelt of sex, drugs and alcohol. Your natural habitat. She held Mitchs hand in hers who was amused at her behaviour.

“I promise I’ll be good.” You say, looking up at him with doe eyes and a sly smile. John chuckled and let you in the club.

“We have go to do shots.” You exclaim to all three of them. Harry was surprised at your behaviour to say the least, he never would’ve pegged you as someone who even had the ability to smile let alone laugh.

“Nope. I’m driving.” Sarah said throwing her hands up in the air.

“Jeez such a buzzkill.” You said making Sarah roll her eyes. You stuck your tongue out at her as you made your way to the bar with Harry and Mitch.

“Don’t stop till your at least ten shots down.” You said with a cunning smile and excited eyes.

“Ten?!” Mitch exclaimed.

“Six.” Harry interjected.

“Deal.”

Harry learnt a great deal about that night. Especially the fact that you have a tendency to dance with almost anyone and everyone.

He saw you make your way to the dancefloor, not bothered about the fact that you had no one to dance with. You swayed your hips to the song, your arms moving and a bright smile etched on your face. You were surrounded by men and women. Harry saw you dance with a man whom you didn’t know, he wished you would be that carefree with him.

After an hour of drinking and talking, Harry found you dancing on the table with a few other people.

“Is this normal?” He asked Sarah who snickered in response. “Yep. She’s a fun drunk.”

You spot Harry and get down from the table, stumbling forward. The strap of your heel loosened and Harry quickly caught hold of you.

“Wait a second.” Harry said, as he kneeled down to fix your strap. Once he got up he saw your glassy eyes laiden with lust and simply smirked.

“You like watching me get down on my knees for you, huh?” Harry whispered in your ear, his grip harsh around your waist as he pulled you towards himself . You felt heat rise up your thighs and stomach.

“Isn’t that what men are good for anways?” You whispered, closing any gap you two had as you put one hand behind his neck, tugging him closer to you. “Don’t think this changes anything betwen us Styles. You’re still a nightmare.” You whispered to him in his ear slowly.

You stood so close to each other that you could feel each others heat radiate. Harry’s heart raced as his eyes met yours. You were cautious with your gaze, afraid that if you looked any longer in his eyes, he might spot the hunger in yours just as you might see his making you lose any self control you exercised.

“I have someone waiting for me.” You spoke, breaking the silence. Harry raised his eyebrows in amusement as his hands wandered down your waist to your lower back. He buried his face in the crook of your neck as he left a bite there. You let out a soft moan, turning into complete putty in his grip.

“I could fuck you much better y/n.” He said, his voice dangerously low.

“I don’t want to be fucked missionary style that’ll leave me unsatisfied.”

“Your moan said otherwise.”

Two can play this game.

You wiggled out of his grip, ignoring the throbbing between your legs as you sauntered towards the dance floor, blowing a kiss at Harry from a distance.

——————————————

“Hello?” Your groggy voice spoke into the microphone of your phone. Your head throbbing due to last night.

“Y/n. Where are you?” Jeff asked you.

“Home.”

“Come over to Harry’s. Got something to discuss.”

“I’ll be there in five.” You said before hanging up on the phone.

You washed your face, put on a large tee shirt and an oversized pair of sunglasses. You brushed your hair and slipped into your slippers. It was a ten minute drive to Harry’s house. The radio was silent. The windows were rolled down because you needed fresh air now more than ever.

You reached his flat and rang the doorbell.

“My my look who’s here.” Harry taunted as he opened the door to see you in an oversized tee shirt, legs bare and slippers. He couldn’t control all the thoughts that seemed to slip in and out his head as he saw your legs.

“Show me your eyes love.” Harry snickered knowing they must be bloodshot. You flipped him off and plopped down on the bean bag, groaning as you held your head.

“You seemed to have a lot of fun last night.” Mitch said, getting a stare from Sarah. “You should see the videos.” He added. Your head shot up at his words.

“Videos?”

“Yep. They’re too good.” He snickered. You removed your sunglasses and pounced at Harry who began to play videos of you dancing on table tops.

“Give. Me. The. Damn. Phone.” You said in between breathes as you attempted to strangle Harry. You were about to smack Harry but he picked you up by your waist, throwing you on his shoulder.

“Put me down.” You stated firmly.

“Only if you don’t strangle me.” Harry said chuckling at your sorry state.

“I don’t make promises Styles.”

“Too bad. I’ll post it if you continue to be a brat.” He said.

“Fine.”

Harry put you down, running a hand through your messy hair which you swatted off. He noticed how young you looked without lining your eyes, a different girl, perhaps even innocent. You looked like a doe. You looked beautiful.

“You’re drolling on the carpet Styles.” You said rolling your eyes at him.

“Am I supposed to deny that I find you attractive?” He questioned, his voice low and alluring. He spoke slow enough to make your thighs quiver. Your mind suddenly flashed you images of how his large hand felt against your waist last night.

“I’m too hungover for this.” The only defense left.

This was new to you. This feeling of loathing someone to no extent but also finding them undeniably attractive. Attractive enough to make your thoughts wander off to forbidden places and scenarios.

“What happened to your neck?” Sarah said, noticing the love bite that Harry left the other night. You rolled your head back as you rubbed your eyes with a yawn. Harry felt proud to say the least, he smirked and winked at you while you barely controlled the urge to smash his face in the table neck to him.

“Why am I even here?” You said groaning. “The work is done. The albums done. What do you possibly need for me now?” You added.

“Come to tour with us.” Jeff said, his manager persona now showing.

“What?”

“Yes.”

“It wasn’t in the contract Jeff.”

“Consider this, an impromptu decision.” He reasoned with you.

“I’ll do only concerts. No interviews. No playing for videos and no recordings.” You said.

“Deal.”

You huffed a breath as you reached for the glass of water next to you. “That’s mine!” Harry whined. You flipped him off as you wore your sunglasses and went to sleep.

“Oh y/n what’s your Instagram?” Jeff asked. You scoffed at his question, “don’t have one.” You simply said. “Well, Harry follows his band members so-”

“No.” and with that you went to sleep.

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The album was a success to say the least. Everyone seemed to recognise Harry as Harry styles and not as Harry from One Direction. It was bitter sweet to say the least. Harry was excited and enthralled to be able to embark a whole new journey.

The album release party was a success. But you weren’t there, Harry had called you not once but twice asking you why you weren’t there.

“Y/n, it’s already six, why aren’t you at the party?” Harry asked you on call.

“Because I didn’t plan on going.” A short answer. Your one word answers now began to become a bit longer but they annoyed Harry nonetheless.

“The whole band’s here.”

“I’m not part of your band Harry. I helped you write your songs.” You stated.

“But you’re going to tour with us.”

“That doesn’t mean anything.”

And now as Harry stood in front of the stage, waiting for the crowd to pour in, he wondered where you were. You had insisted on driving to the show venue on your own instead of travelling with the band. Harry tried to persuade you but you didn’t budge.

“Is she here?” Harry asked Jeff who only nodded no. Harry was getting worried now. He was supposed to get ready, but he was much to engaged in wondering about your whereabouts. It was his first show and your words about him being scared rang in his head.

“She’ll be here don’t worry.” Jeff said.

By the time Harry got ready, he spotted you, a cigarette in your mouth as you look towards the stage. You wore a latex, dark emerald coloured waistcoat that resembled a corset. It pushed your breasts together and ended just above the curve of your waist. You wore low waisted black bell bottoms. The waistcoat and the bell bottoms gave off the illusion of an hourglass figure. Your eyes were covered in your signature feline eyeliner, curving in the inner and outer corner of your eye.

“Y/n!” Harry called your name. You looked up at him, a lazy smile on your face as you disposed the cigarette.

“My my look at you styles. A fucking prince you are.” You said snickering. Harry stuck his tongue out at you. He wore a red blazer clad with black flowers and the same pattern was all over his trousers. His hair were unruly yet only added to his charm.

“Ya scared?” You asked him.

“No. I mean, I’m just…. excited yet scared you know?”

“Hmm.”

“You stick out like a sore thumb.” Harry said, his eyebrows raised at you as he scanned you up and down.

“Excuse me for not wanting to dress up as a fucking rainbow.” You said scowling at Harry who passed you a smile. “Y’know what would really go well with your top?” Harry said, his eyes twinkling. “What?”

“Wait.” Harry ran off of to his dressing room, fetching a silver cross necklace. The cross was heavy and large, engraved with swirls and very small rubies decorating it. Harry gestured you to turn around, his hands brushed against your skin as he snapped it’s lock in place. The cross rested against the curve of your breasts, demanding attention and praise. “How about a hickey to tie your look together?” Harry questioned.

“From you? Not even in your dreams Styles.” You said. Harry smirked at you and went towards the stage.

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Harry felt alive. He felt free and invincible on stage. But you, you were the personification of sex. The minute Kiwi began to play, the crowds focus shifted from Harry to you.

You whipped your hair back and forth, your back arching, a cigarette encased in your pink lips, sweat gleaming down the curves of your waist, breasts and arms. The crowd went absolutely wild as you winked at them. Harry’s photographer, Lloyd was entranced with you. He couldn’t help but photograph you. Your eyebrows were sinched together in focus, your eyes closed, your mouth slightly open and your body fully arched.

After the first concert, the fans and media were deep diving into who you were and tried to uncover your identity. As the tour progressed, the crowd began to make posters stating things like “we’re here for y/n!” “Give us y/n!”

There were pictures of you everywhere, playing the guitar as your face morphed into an expression which Harry called your “orgasm face.”

Harry was asked about you during interviews as well, the media was left questioning about your identity and they found themselves allured by a recent stunt you pulled at a concert.

You jumped off the stage during Medicine and went up to a man, roughly around your age if not older. The man lit the cigarette in your mouth with his lighter as you winked at him and murmured “thank you love.”

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The tour had finally ended. You were in your dressing room, your chest heaving up and down. The adrenaline after the show still lingering in your blood stream. You removed your top and were standing in your bra, the minute Harry barged in.

“Knock on my door ya’dick!” You said, crossing your arms over your chest which did nothing at all to ease Harry since your breasts were pushed up.

After months of sexual tension, Harry finally felt himself crack.

“Got to teach you some manners.” You murmured.

“Really?” He tutted, pulling you by the loop of your jeans.

You understood where this was heading. “Hmm.” You hummed, moving your hands slowly on the buttons of his shirt. Harry caught your wrist making you look up at him. He looked in your eyes, deep and seriously as if to contemplate his actions. You pulled him by his neck, close enough that your foreheads touched.

“M’gonna regret this.” He whispered. He didn’t give you a chance to respond as he connected his lips to yours, his tongue swirling in your mouth. His hands wandered down the curve of your spine and lingered there. You deepened the kiss, letting your hunger overpower you. He wasn’t close enough, you needed his skin next to yours, rubbing, you needed to feel him, you needed him.

There was a knock on the door, you immediately recoil away from Harry although his hands were still on your bare back. “Y/n, Vanessa’s here for you.” Laura, his assistant said.

Vanessa and you were supposed to head out to paris the next morning. Harry felt a hole cave in his chest, remembering about your departure.

“I’ll be there.” You said.

You kissed Harry, a sweet and soulful kiss. Not the one that was ruled with consumption and the urge to mark.

“You should stay.” Harry whispered, holding you.

“I never stay anywhere for too long.”

Harry looked at you, his eyes staring into yours as you squeezed his hand. “Who’re you gonna strangle now?” You laughed remembering all the times you tried to strangle and choke him, resting your head on his chest.

“I’ve got to go.” You said, slipping out of his grip, slipping on a tee shirt as you picked up your stuff.

Harry looked at you with a look of longing. How stupid. How cruel. How unfair. He thought to himself as he saw you leave.

“When will I see you again?” He asked you.

“When it’s the right time.” You said, kissing his cheek.

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Authors note; how are we feeling about a part two? let me know in the comments section <3

helping hand

(warning: age gap|ellie is 21 reader is 27| 18+)

it’s been awhile since ellie had a crush on anybody. of course there was cat and dina, but nothing other than those two. then you came bustling in the gates with your gorgeous curves and face with your baby attached to your hip. she already knew that you were going to be an absolute problem in her life.

ellie quickly befriended you and made you feel warm and welcome in jackson. if you needed a babysitter cause you were working, ellie would do that for you. if you needed somebody to talk to, ellie would be right there with open ears. also if you needed somebody to remind you how beautiful you were despite the baby fat and stretch marks that you were sometimes insecure about ellie was right there to remind you. she was like your best friend. at first you thought it was weird befriending her with the age gap you two had, but during times like these you appreciated anybody that wanted to be around you and your kid.

you walk into your bedroom where ellie was waiting for you to join her in bed. “she’s asleep. knocked out actually.” you chuckle sitting on the bed beside ellie.

“i bet. she was putting those little legs to work today.” ellie chuckles expecting you to laugh, but all you did was wince holding on to your chest.

“what’s wrong?” ellie asks you with concern.

“i have a clogged duct.” you tell her. you missed one day of pumping, now your breasts are giving you the worst pain ever. you were about to go get you a warm rag, and put it on your breast hoping by tomorrow that it would pass.

“oh how do you fix it?” ellie asks curiously, “maybe i can help.” ellie said.

“oh yeah you want to suck my duct out?” you asks her jokingly. when ellie sat there with a brow lifted you rolled your eyes.

“your not sucking my boobs ellie.” you laugh. you knew ellie had a crush on you. she absolutely made it no secret with the constant flirting, sneaky touches, and the need to be attached to your hip every two seconds.

“why not? im just trying to help you.”

“because that’s weird, we are friends, and you’re too young to be sucking on my boobs.”

“oh but salem gets a pass? who’s making the boob rules around here?” ellie said, making you laugh smacking her with your pillow.

“salem is a baby who needs milk. you’re just a horny perv.” you shake your head at her.

“so what, you're going to lay in pain all night when i can help you. it’s probably going to get worse. let me help you.”

you sit there thinking about it. it was indeed going to get worse. you’ve gone through this before and ended up with mastitis. it was literally one of the worst pain you’ve ever experienced. your breasts were tender to the touch for days.

“okay.” you mumble laying back, “just don’t be weird.”

“whatever that means.” ellie mumbles watching you take off your bra and lift your shirt up revealing your swollen boobs.

“also masssage while your doing it. it helps.” you instruct her. “mhmm.” ellie said, leaning over you. half your body was sat up by the pillows while ellie laid half of her weight on you.

she bent her head down and attached her mouth to your perk nipples. she uses her hand to massage your breast.

you hiss in pain, laying your head back, closing your eyes.

ellie couldn’t even believe you were letting her do this. you denied any advance ellie made, always hearing the same excuse, “ellie you’re too young for me.” who the fuck was worrying about age in a apocalypse? you were 7 years older than her. it wasn’t that big of a deal to her.

ellie uses her thumb to brush over your sensitive nipple. you let out a breathy moan not wanting her to know that you were starting to enjoy this.

ellie switches her attention to your other boob and you watched her. you already knew she completely abandoned the mission and started doing her own thing.

“ellie.” you say ready to put a stop to her antics. she pinches your nipple between her teeth and a moan slips out your mouth. she smirks against your skin, having you right where she wants you. she was going to help you out with your boob problem, just not right now. right now she was trying to seduce you and damnit was she doing a good job.

“yeah,” ellie mumbles, flicking her tongue over your nipple. ellie shifts around so her leg would be in between your things. she lifts up her knee practically shoving it up against your pussy.

you moan rubbing your hips against her thigh. it’s been so long since you’ve had someone touch you like this. maybe that’s why it was so easy to fall into her trap.

“you’re a fucking sneak.” you breath out moving your hips up and down on her thigh. “don’t know what you're talking about..” ellie whispers, removing her kneee from between you so she could start pressing wet kiss down your stomach.

“fuck i wanna see all of you.” ellie said, tugging your pants and underwear down.

you keep your legs spread for her showing off your glistening cunt. ellie chuckles at you, “what happened to i’m too young for you? hm?” ellie teases, running two of her fingers up your slit.

“i guess all that’s out the window when you need your pussy played with.” ellie smirks grabbing one of your thighs and hooking it over her shoulder. she placed ticklish kisses on the skin. you huffed pushing her head to where you wanted her most.

“ellie quit playing around.”

“don’t worry mommy. i’m going to take care of you.”

she pecks your clit multiple times before sucking on on the bud. you moan throwing your head back as she did her worse on you. she had been waiting to do this for months and you thought she was going to go easy on you? no way.

ellie means slurps and suck on your clit while holding your thigh a tight grip.

“ah ellie.”

you look down watching her head bob in different direction. it was such a sight it made you even wetter. “fuck,” you moan gripped her head pushing her head down closer so her nose brushed against your clit.

“e-ellie!” you cry out feeling her stuff two fingers inside you. she feels inside searching for that one spot..you cry out arching your back..there it is.

ellie massages the spot with her two fingertips watching your eyes roll back and your head digs in the pillow as you cum. ellie groans, taking in the sight.

you start to push ellie’s head away from the overstimulation.

“ellie.” you whine.

ellie pulls away not before giving your clit a quick kiss. moves up to lean over you. “where’d you learn all that?” you ask her.

she laughs, pecking my lips, “ellie, I'm serious.” you say as she looks down at you amused.

“books.” she shrugs, “this old lady had a lot of lesbian smut books laying around…i took all of them. it’s like being exposed to porn at an early age.” ellie said, making you burst out laughing.

“you’re so fucking stupid.”

“shut up.” she mumbles, giving your shiny lips a kiss, “you like it.”

AHHHH

christmas time

navigation // request // masterlist

summary: christmas is around the corner and lesso isn’t the type to celebrate or so she thought

warnings: none i think [not fully proof read; i’m gonna do it today probably]

notes: i literally adore this fic. i was supposed to publish it at christmas but my family just wouldn’t leave me alone so i didn’t have the time to finish it. took me all my free time from my winter break. anyway, i hope you enjoy it as much as i did. [it has 14k words so good luck]

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i ran through the corridor being already late, again. this time it was lesso’s class that i was running late for and i knew i was gonna get in some trouble for this happening again… third time this week, actually. christmas break was almost there and i had a lot going on in my mind but this didn’t work as an excuse with lesso. almost none of them worked, to be honest. she said at the start of our first year that we should not be worried about christmas till the break comes and not even day before. easier said than done when, despite the fact of being a never, i needed to take care of so many things connected with celebrating. two years ago i discovered that lesso wasn’t the person who celebrates christmas with joy. i could call her a grinch but i would probably get into more trouble than i already am in. i have been holding down to my books while still not slowing down when i finally saw the door at the end of the hall. why did her class need to be at the opposite side of the school from my room? gasping for air i ran even faster and finally reached the doorknob. gently pressing down on it i opened the door to the class. suddenly my eyes saw the expressions of all the students surprised that someone would be interrupting while the lesson was on. lady lesso’s eyes immediately flew to my face and at that moment i knew i was screwed. she smiled at me with one of her typical smirks and slowly get up from her chair. i wanted to swiftly move and get to my desk but i knew she would hold me back anyway so i just stayed in my place waiting for her to come up to me. she walked up and stood right before me, only a few centimetres separated us. she looked down at me, despite the fact she was taller than me and was wearing heels. she gently shook her head to the sides.

“you’re late.” she said and her eyes decreased.

“i know.” i responded looking her straight into the eyes. feeling brave i see. “and i’m sorry for that.”

“i bet you are.” she bit out a small laugh. “it’s the third time. this week.” her voice became more intense at the end of the sentence. i bit my lip. “don’t you have any explanation?” she asked with something teasing in her voice. that was new.

“nothing you will be proud of.” i whispered but she caught it anyway. “i was getting ready for christmas and totally lost track of time.” i said, this time for everyone to hear me. lesso rolled her eyes at me.

“i’m not proud in fact.” she responded and her eyes become as cold as they were before i got into the class. she came a step closer to me. “i’m kind of disappointed.” she added and shook her head once again. students started to whisper but i tried to ignore them, as usual. they always whisper something about someone. after almost three eyes in this school and after being a never for as long it’s something you get used to eventually. or just don’t give a damn about it. either way. “i think the doom room would do excellent for you.” she said with a cheshire cat’s smile and turned around wanting to go back to her seat. something in me exploded and i just couldn’t understand why she was being so emotionless.

“it’s almost christmas. can’t you be a little bit more understanding and just chill out a bit?” i asked and all the students’ eyes widened. lesso has turned her head back immediately making strong eye contact with me. she then came back to me and now was standing even closer than before. i could smell her perfume and it definitely wasn’t helping me right now.

“what did you just say?” she asked putting my bravery or stupidity, for a try. i swallowed the saliva that has gathered in my mouth and while not taking my eyes away from her i made myself stood up to her once again.

“it’s almost christmas. why can’t you be understanding for once?” i asked and her eyes also widened at my response.

“you’re wasting my time.” she said with actual thunders in her eyes but also a scoff. “stay in after the class ends. i need to have a little chat with you.” she added and as quick as she was standing before me she was sitting in her chair once again. i rolled my eyes and walked to my seat finally being able to get some rest from all the previous running.

the lesson was more boring that usual. there wasn’t any christmas atmosphere (of course) and it made everything even worse. i just couldn’t sit in place so i started fidgeting with anything my fingers could find. even though i was listening to lesso my mind was in a totally different place. the yule ball, to be precise. it’s a magical event, school dance organised every year. part of passing the subject for evers but for nevers it is just strictly a chance to have some fun. of course asking someone to the dance was a thing for the side of good but many nevers were also choosing someone special to spend this time with. not because they had to, just because they simply wanted to. and it was heartwarming, actually. this year yule ball was going to be my third one. penultimate one. previous two years i was going with my friends but this year i wanted to take my special person to it. but there was only one, tiny problem with that. she hated christmas and would definitely laugh at me if i asked her out. letting out a big sigh no one seemed to notice i looked at the teacher’s face again, trying to come up with something she would have to agree on. lesso on the other hand was almost sitting on the front of her desk while looking at the whole class. i think most nevers were focused on her words not because they were interested in whatever she was saying but because they felt this weird kind of fear towards her. the redhead was looking surprisingly bored herself but that’s something i’ll bring up later on.

finally we heard wolf’s howling and people started to pick up their things and exit the class. almost everyone was gone when hester and anadil stopped in place before the door, exactly where i and lesso were standing previously. both me and the redhead looked at them surprised why they weren’t leaving. both girls looked up and we also understood why they froze in place. over their heads we all saw a small piece of mistletoe attached to the doorframe. both girls quickly looked at each other and blushed slightly. lesso rolled her eyes at them but didn’t say a thing. hester then, softly grabbed anadil’s cheek and pecked her lips. the other girl kissed her back almost immediately but hester suddenly pulled back and ran away. anadil did the same closing the door behind her.

“that’s why they were whispering.” i said and lesso’s eyes flew to me, still sitting in my seat.

“stand up.” she said and i slowly did as i was told. “come closer to me.” she added still being pressed against her desk. i walked slowly to her standing right before her. she caught my eyes once again and i uncontrollably bit my lip. she smiled at me but then remembered the real reason for our meeting.

“why do you hate christmas?” i asked and she seemed surprised by my sudden question. she placed her right hand on my left cheek.

“i don’t hate them. i just don’t feel the need to celebrate them. and the atmosphere died so long ago since i was brought to this school.” she joked at the end but i didn’t laugh. she also calmed herself down almost immediately.

“then why can’t you be a little bit more relaxed?” i asked and she looked away from me. of course, not because she was scared more like she was starting to get bored.

“you have whole break for celebrating. that’s enough.” she said and the grip on my cheek tightened a bit. her eyes looked into mine once again.

“lesso.” i said and her attention was directed fully to me. “you’re not going to punish me?” i asked and she smiled at my words.

“no. not at all.” she responded and stroked my cheek. “consider it an early christmas gift.” she added and snored at her own words. “i also adore that boost of confidence in you.” i rolled my eyes playfully at her. my arms then wrapped around her neck while my legs were on the both sides of hers. she surprisingly didn’t mind.

“i…” i started but my voice died the moment it came out of my mouth. her other hand found my waist and brought me even closer to her. our noses almost touching.

“what is it, my love?” she asked seeing something was definitely on my mind. i took a deep breath and looked away from her.

“i have a question.” i said and looked at her again noticing she was looking at me all the time. her face softened a bit.

“go ahead, darling.” she said being concerned. in that moment she was prepared for hearing something extremely amazing or terribly awful. i wasn’t ready to ask her yet, but i knew i couldn’t get myself out of this situation so it will be just better to try. well, here comes nothing.

“i wanted to ask you out.” i said and she smiled at me, warm feeling filling up her body from the inside. but sadly that wasn’t the end on my sentence. “to the yule ball.” i added whispering. lesso’s smile was immediately gone.

“definitely not.” she responded still looking at my face. i tried holding the tears wanting to form in my eyes.

“but lesso, please-“ i wanted to argue but she interrupted me right away.

“no, and that’s final.” she said not leaving any chance for me to discuss it. “also, you know it would come with making our relationship public and i’m not sure how to feel about that one.” she explained looking away from my face and her eye sight was roaming all around the class behind me.

“thought so.” i responded and wanted to get away from her but her grip didn’t let me. her attention was back at me again and she gripped my cheek harder once again.

“don’t act childish.” she said and i rolled my eyes at her. my hands still placed around her neck gripped her skin a bit tighter. she swallowed quickly a sparkle shinning in her eyes for a moment.

“that’s just something important to me.” i responded and this time she rolled her eyes at me. “but it’s okay. you don’t have to care about that.” i continued remembering after all, she’s the dean of the school for evil, a devil herself. why did i ever bother myself with thinking she would change her mind for me? pathetic, as always.

“don’t be ridiculous.” she said with a stern tone. “besides that i’m telling you, i’m not ready for making our relationship public. and i certainly don’t think christmas is the best time for it.” she added and i shrugged at her.

“no surprise.” i said and she rolled her eyes at me again. relationship with lesso was a tough cookie. she was the best person i could ever ask for while also being my worst nightmare. when lesso put her mind to something there was nothing or no one able to change her view. no matter how much she cared or tried to care about that someone. lesso was just to stubborn to even argue with. she stroked my cheek again bringing me back to earth.

“you can come to my room while the ball will be on. we are going to have plenty of time for ourselves then.” she offered definitively trying to make it up for me somehow. i shook my head at her.

“i’ll probably go with my friends. like the years before.” i responded and she stayed silent. “also i promised dovey to see her there and she even asked me to dance with her like a month ago so i can’t let her down like that.” i said and she rolled her eyes at the mention of her fellow coworker i also had a close relationship with. “don’t get jealous, you know dovey is like a mom to me.” i said seeing her expression and she immediately smiled at my words.

“i know, darling. sometimes i just wish you could be for me only.” she said and slowly came closer to my neck, leaving a kiss there. my hands gently wrapped themselves into her red hair keeping her in place.

“i am yours and yours only.” i said feeling more and more pleased from her kisses. she smiled to my neck nibbling at it a bit harder. i bit my lip not wanting to cause a scene in the middle of lessons. she let go of my skin after a moment leaving a red spot. lesso didn’t fully pull back from my skin till almost my whole neck was covered in red or purple marks. when she was finally satisfied with her work she slowly pulled away making eye contact with me.

“i wish you luck with covering this.” she said and the hand that was previously on my cheek now was swinging around my neck touching the marks she just left.

“maybe i don’t want to cover it up.” i responded and her smiled faded a bit. her hand also disappeared same as the other one. at this point the things keeping us in constant contact were my hands around her neck and in her hair. they slowly slid out of her hair and stopped at her shoulders.

“you should go. you will be late to your lesson again.” she said still looking into my eyes in reality not wanting for me to leave. i smiled at her sadly and one of my hands grabbed her cheek this time. she relaxed into my skin adoring this type of touch.

“i think i’m gonna get rest of the day off.” i said and stroked her cheek while her eyes closed slowly. “i was doing pretty good lately, not counting the times i was late, so a few absences won’t hurt me.” i explained and she cuddle in my hand even more.

“as a teacher i can’t allow that.” she said while she opened her eyes to look at me with the look full of love and adoration. all this from so little attention. maybe lesso was hard to please, or she just seemed like it, but when you knew what she really craved, you could wrap her around your finger in seconds. of course she was still very present of the way you were handling her but she just chose not to do anything about it. “but as your girlfriend, i’d say do what you feel like.” she continued and smiled at the mention of her being my lover. i also smiled at her words.

“i hope kastor won’t kill me for not being present in his class.” i laughed slightly and lesso did the same. my other hand grabbed her other cheek and now i was holding her face in my hands. she raised her head a bit signalling me she wanted to kiss me but not wanting to break the skin contact.

“if he tries, he will have to deal with me. and that won’t be the first time.” she replied laughing even more. i saw little wrinkles forming in the corner of her eyes and i unconsciously smiled at her.

“can you do something for me?” i asked the moment i almost got to kiss her. her eyes filled with love still focused on mine shined once again.

“anything, my darling.” she whispered. i felt her breath on my own lips which sent shivers down my spine.

“will you kiss me under the mistletoe?” i whispered back and she rolled her eyes at me. that pushed me over the edge, actually. i asked her for tiny thing connected with christmas that would bring me a lot of joy and she dared to decline it like that. it was enough even for me.

“can’t i just kiss you here?” she asked feeling impatient. this time i rolled my eyes.

“and can’t you do it under the mistletoe?” i asked once again with more stern tone. she right away sensed my attitude and got out of the grip my hands were holding her face in. she straightened herself up, while pushing me off her a bit. then she adjusted her collar and the pit she had under it. i licked my lips and gently shook my head at her still standing close but not as close to her.

“i’m gonna head out.” i said not wanting to show her i was hurt. she probably knew it by now but i just didn’t care at that moment.

“see you later.” she responded and stand up, going to sit in her chair and starting to grade the papers or something she always does.

“i’m not sure when, but of course.” i replied walking to my desk to grab the books i have previously bring with me. her eyes were following me all the time.

“winter break starts tomorrow so you will have plenty of time.” she said as i was almost at the door. i turned around to face her still sitting in her chair. little part of me hoped she would come up to me while i was leaving and kiss me under this damn mistletoe, but as usual, this part was wrong.

“you’re right, but i am going to spend it with my friends and dovey mostly. cause you know, that’s what this time is really for so i’m not sure when we will meet just the two of us again.” i said and my hand reached the doorknob. “unless we see each other at the ball.” i added and slightly pushed on the silver thing in my hand.

“then we probably won’t see in a long time. we may only meet again in my class.” she said with no emotion filling her sentence.

“i assume that’s correct.” i responded with same emotionless expression. she nodded her head at me. “merry christmas in that case.” i added and turned around to leave the class finally.

“you too.” she replied even colder that before. i shook my head at her but she probably didn’t notice it as my silhouette was now in the hall again. i let out a deep sigh and directed myself to my room. i wanted to leave all the books there and go to somewhere i knew i wouldn’t be judged for the excitement i felt connected with the event that was nearly there. the school on the other side of the bridge, to be precise. and the certain dean.

as i said i stepped by my room and literally threw all the things i have been carrying and just left the space in rush. not wanting to be caught by any of the guards i turned myself into little dragonfly and flew out of one of the windows in the hall. not a minute later i was in the corridor of the school for good. it was empty despite the fact that the lessons was on. i quickly flew to the dean’s office and turned back to myself. deep inside i prayed she wasn’t having one of her lessons now, i still couldn’t remember her schedule. i gently knocked at the door and turned the gold doorknob letting myself in.

coming in i saw the person i was looking for, sitting beside her desk drinking tea while also reading a book i have seen so many times in one of her bookshelves. when she noticed my presence she almost spilled the liquid on her dress. thankfully there was little of it left in the cup so it didn’t dirty her up.

“oh my!” she exclaimed and quickly put down the book she was previously reading.

“it’s nice to see you too, dovey.” i smiled at her, closing the door behind me and coming further in.

“very funny.” she said while looking at me unsurprised. i just shrugged my shoulders at her and she snored at my reaction. the tea cup was now standing on her desk while she took the book into her hands once again and stood up to put it back to it’s place on the bookshelf.

“what are you reading?” i asked sitting down in one of two chairs situated in front of her desk. she turned her head towards me while pushing the book between tons of different ones.

“one of the stories my students gave me many years ago.” she laughed gently and i smiled at her response. “but what are you doing here? don’t you have lessons now?” she asked and walked up to me, sitting in the chair next to me. i loved how dovey usually treated me with respect and not just like a random student that came into her office. i adored the fact she thought about as equal and showed it in any way she could.

“i do.” i said quickly. “but i was good lately so i decided to take the rest of the day off. i just wanted to rest a bit and also talk with you.” i explained and she nodded at me with a gentle smile.

“well then,” she stated and turned even more to me. “what brings you here?” she asked looking a bit concerned. my smile faded away a bit.

“it’s about lesso again.” i said quietly. she shook her head and whispered a quick ‘lesso’ to herself.

“what did she do this time? and what do i need to take care of?” she asked her voice filled with no emotion. i smiled at the way she said it.

“nothing much to be honest.” i said as the yule ball wasn’t a bit deal for me. dovey didn’t believe in a single word. “i just asked her to the ball and she of course said now. i mean, what did i expect? that she would agree? yeah, i was being silly.” dovey listened to me her face showing mixed emotions towards the other dean. “also i talked with her about christmas cause as i was saying the last time we talked, she always seems so drained out and just not interested in anything. so i talked with her about it and she explained to me,” i did the sarcastic gesture at the word explained. “that she just doesn’t feel it anymore, and doesn’t feel the need to celebrate it. and as much as i understand this i can’t understand why she just can’t do something for me which would make me so happy you wouldn’t even understand.” i rambled and didn’t feel when tears started to fill my eyes. dovey immediately took one of my hands in hers and started to slowly massage it. wanting to calm me down.

“oh sweetie,” she stayed and her eyes were full of empathy. but as i looked into them longer i noticed the anger building up in them. “she never celebrated christmas.” she said remembering all the years they have spend together. “but i do agree with you on the fact that she could do something for you and at least try being more involved with all the celebration. at least be that with you.” she said and i nodded at her words. “lesso is a really complicated person. i’m amazed that you endure her.” she laughed and i let out a snort at her words.

“she’s a lot.” i said and dovey smiled at me. “but i can’t help the way i feel about her.” i added and her smile widened even more.

“a heart wants what it wants.” she said and her smile turned into a smirk. i rolled my eyes at her playfully. “who would’ve thought lesso would ever fall in love.” she continued and i blushed slightly at her words. “the person who believed the most that evil couldn’t love.” she shook her head. “and after all that she fell in love with a never. you have to be a real special one.” she added and i smiled at her so widely.

“you’ve always said i am unique.” i said and she laughed once again while stroking my hand.

“indeed i did. and in fact you are.” she replied and let go of my hand. “lesso for sure knows it too.” she added and nodded her head.

“i just wish she would show it more often.” i said sadly while looking down. dovey bit her lip.

“maybe she would if your relationship wasn’t private.” she guessed and i made eye contact with her again. “or maybe that’s just the way she is. you can always talk about it with her, not turning it into argument but just discuss it.” she suggested and i nodded at her once again.

“you’re right. but after today i feel like i need a bit of a break from her.” i said and dovey looked a bit worried. “nothing big though, i still love her, of course, but i just feel like maybe what we need is this christmas break. i planned to spend it with you and my friends so i won’t be seeing with her anyway. i probably will come to her at the end of it but for now maybe that’s what we need.” i said my thoughts out loud and dovey nodded her head with an understanding smile.

“there’s nothing wrong with taking breaks. sometimes they help us realise that we can’t stand too long without the person we love.” she said and winked at me. i shook my head at her but the smile was still present on my face. “i don’t want to be rude, but i have a lesson in like ten minutes? so i need to excuse myself. also you’re welcome to stay here, but after the class i have somethings to take care of connected with the fact that the break starts today. so i won’t be coming back for long, but as i already said you’re more than welcome to wait for me.” she said and started to gather the things she would be needing for her lesson. i quickly stand up and scratched my nose.

“don’t worry, dovey. i, myself have a lot stuff to get done today so i won’t stay here. i hope to see you tomorrow though, at the ball.” i said and she smiled at me with the most heartwarming smile i have seen in my life.

“of course. you promised me a dance after all.” she said and i smiled at her words too. i nodded my head at her and then quickly turned into dragonfly once again. dovey opened her window letting me out. i sit at her shoulder for a second, that was our way of hugging while i was in my animal form, and then i flew out of the window going back straight to my room, already thinking about all the things i needed to do today.

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dovey kept up a quick pace of walking while crossing the bridge separating two schools. her dress was floating into all sides but she didn’t care at that moment. she was pissed off but tried to keep her face still. which wasn’t working. dovey hoped she wouldn’t walk into y/n as she crossed the line to the big hall. she immediately turned right knowing the plan of the castle better than her own house’s. she quickly stumbled through the corridor filled with doors to students’ rooms and finally reaches the stairs she was looking for. grabbing her dress in her hands she started the journey up the stairs. cursing the headmaster in her head for making those towels so difficult she was taking now two steps at one time. finally, when her eyes spotted another big hall she sighted with ease. stepping up on the last step, her foot were met with cleaned and almost new floor. now she just needed to find the door to the right room. dovey didn’t expect lesso to be in her office after hours while all the students were on their break now. any other day she wouldn’t bother with coming up to the other dean’s room, but today she was certain she will find her there. passing many door she suddenly noticed the one she was looking for. coming up quickly to them she knocked softly and grabbed the silver doorknob attached to them. after a while she heard a soft but tired “come in.” and immediately pushed down. dovey opened the door and was greeted with a sight of lesso sitting on her bed, massaging her right knee. the redhead looked up and got a bit confused seeing the dean of good.

“got lost?” she joked and clarissa shot the door behind her. lesso’s expression became more surprised at the rage dovey was currently in. not feeling the need to stand up she waited until the blonde walk up to be standing right in front of her.

“i’m not in the mood for jokes, lesso.” she hissed and the other dean suddenly got quiet. “i have a lot of things to get done and coming here to talk with you definitely wasn’t on the list.” she added and lesso smirked at her words.

“you don’t make time in your day for me anymore, clarissa.” she shook her head with fake sadness.

“oh, stop it!” she scoffed her and lesso let out a laugh.

“then why are you here? miss me already?” she asked and clarissa give her one of the looks that could actually kill.

“i am not the one missing you.” she said and rolled her eyes. lesso suddenly swallowed. “but the reason behind my visit is, in fact different.” she stated and lesso focused more on her.

“what did my little misery tell you this time?” she asked the amusement still present in her voice. dovey let out another scoff at her words while her hands flew to her hips.

“nothing you should be worried about.” she replied sharply and it took lesso a bit by a surprise. “but seriously, i need your help lesso.”

“i’m all ears.” she said and her eye’s directed to her knee once again. her hands were massaging it trying to resolve the pain. dovey bit her lip seeing the other dean in pain.

“it has to do with the yule ball.” she said quietly but strongly. lesso rolled her eyes but remained silent. “we need another teacher to come despite the fact juba won’t be here for christmas.” she explained and lesso’s knee started to hurt even more.

“and you can’t ask anybody else?” she asked still being focused on her knee. dovey stayed silent.

“you were the first person to come to my mind.” she responded trying to stay proud. lesso smiled at her words but didn’t take that as a win in this situation.

“i’m flattered.” she responded jokingly looking up at the other dean for the first time in a while. “and you assure me it has nothing to do with my unruly never?” she asked raising one of her brows. dovey swallowed quickly but kept her face still.

“of course not.” she responded and her hands relaxed a bit. “whatever goes on with the two of you is none of my business.” she added, both of the women knowing that sentence was a damn lie. lesso’s been massaging her knee but her eyes remained on the other dean’s face.

“of course.” she responded almost mockingly. dovey rolled her eyes at her with annoyance.

“so, will you be coming?” clarissa asked and lesso straightened up in her seat. she also threw her head back thinking hardly about it. dovey looked at her with boredom waiting for the answer.

“i don’t think i have a choice.” she replied finally and a smile uncontrollably formed on dovey’s face. “besides that, i hope she’s gonna be happy when she sees me there.” she added mostly to herself but dovey couldn’t help, but react to that. lesso’s attention was back at her knee and the horrible pain she was experiencing.

“i adore how you put ‘my’ before every title you give her.” clarissa commented and lesso’s eyes immediately glued to her face. “i think she would love it if you showed her that attention.” she added and lesso quickly rolled her eyes.

“it’s hard to do, when no one knows about us.” she said actually being in a mood for a chat. or at least not being against it.

“you need to assure her she’s special, you know?” dovey said taking a seat next to lesso on her bed. “and we both know how damn special she is to you.” she added and the redhead groaned at the other woman’s words.

“indeed she is.” she said again mostly to herself. “i’m not sure how to show her that, i mean,” she started and cleared her throat when she felt this weird feeling making it harder for her to speak. “i don’t know how to express my emotions towards her. they’re so strong i’m scared i could hurt her. and that’s the last thing i want.” she said and dovey quickly nodded at her words. lesso hasn’t looked at her face from the moment she sat down beside her. “i hope she feels how much she means to me.” she continued and dovey bit her cheek from the inside. she also started fingering with her fingers placed on her dress.

“you could try by being more open for what she wants.” she suggested and lesso eyes finally found her face.

“what exactly do you mean?” she asked knowing partly what clarissa meant by that. she also wanted to know how much you were telling her.

“you know,” she started and gestured her hands into the air. “for example, you’re going to be at the yule ball anyway, why don’t you ask her to it?” she explained and lesso laughed at her words. dovey looked a bit confused.

“so she told you that.” she said and dovey shook her head at the redhead’s reaction finding it ridiculous.

“are you surprised?” she asked and lesso stopped laughing. she then started massaging her knee once again. clarissa was wondering if she did that because it hurt her again or she just wanted to distract herself with something.

“to be fair, i’m not.” she said still focusing on her leg. “i overreacted today i could just kiss her under this goddamn mistletoe.” she said the side of her overthinking showing. dovey gently grabbed her shoulder and stroked it.

“i don’t know about the situation with mistletoe, but even if for you something isn’t a big deal, for y/n it can mean a lot.” she said and lesso groaned again. now her hands were covering up her face.

“i know that.” she said and gently pulled away her hands. her eyes were glued to the floor, not enough strength in her to look dovey in the eyes in such a moment. moment of loosing her walls down a bit and letting someone know how she feels. moment of showing her emotions and her worries to someone who could actually help her with that. a moment of weakness, at least according to her.

dovey stayed silent gently stroking lesso’s shoulder for the whole time. the redhead looked up for a second only to be met with another pair of eyes looking at her. clarissa was looking at her with the most understanding sight she has ever seen. and in that moment she didn’t even felt guilty or ashamed for letting her know how she felt. she felt comfortable, understood even and that was something fully new to her. lesso wiped her eyes with fingers, looking away once again.

“to be honest.” she started suddenly and it got all dovey’s attention. “this year when i think about christmas i even feel a bit excited.” she said and clarissa’s eyes widened at her words. lesso laughed quietly. “those last two years were like every other ones but this year, this one in particular is different. it’s special.” she said and dovey guessed what she was gonna say next, and she unconsciously smiled at the words that haven’t even left lesso’s mouth yet. “this year’s christmas feel a little like the ones when i was a kid. all excited and full of joy. i subconsciously wanted to decorate my room same as my office for christmas.” she continued letting out another silent laugh and the dean of good still stroked her shoulder. lesso’s eyes concentrated on the bookshelf attached to the wall in front of her. “it’s because of her.” she stayed and dovey’s smile widened even more. “she makes me feel all joyful and warm.” she continued coming to terms with it herself. “i literally want to do so many things knowing they would make her happy. i definitely don’t show it but she indeed changed my mindset for this year’s christmas.” she said and the tiny smile formed on her face.

“i think you should tell her all of that.” dovey said and lesso’s eyes met hers once again.

“not likely.” she replied and scoffed at the end. “i physically can’t be so affectionate with her.” she said and dovey’s hand found lesso cheek. the redhead instantly looked into the other dean’s eyes.

“you should try doing in on your own way.” dovey said and lesso wanted to interrupt her but she didn’t let her. “or you can start by doing the things you know y/n would love you to do.” she continued and this time lesso hasn’t had anything to add. she looked away once again getting lost in her thoughts. clarissa stroked her cheek slightly taking her hand away a moment later.

“i’m grateful you need someone to help at the ball.” lesso said out of the blue and dovey laughed softly at her words.

“if that’s your way of saying you’re thankful for me coming here and having this conversation with you, then you’re very welcome.” she said being able to read lesso’s intentions every time. lesso hasn’t looked at her or smiled. “i should be going.” clarissa exclaimed and stood up from the bed. the redhead finally look at her only seeing her silhouette walk up to the door.

“sometimes i forget she doesn’t know me for as long as you do.” lesso said which caught dovey’s attention. she smiled warmly at her while also touching the doorknob.

“she’ll learn everything. just as i did.” she said and pushed on the silver metal opening the door. lesso looked at her knee again and groaned in pain. “i think she could help you with the pain though.” clarissa implied leaving the room. “you’ve always forgot about the pain when pleasure was overcoming it.” she added and quickly disappeared behind the door, closing it shut. lesso laughed at the other woman, loving to see her not so mature and immaculate side. a moment later she put some spell on her leg not helping with relieving the pain but at least making her not feel it. the dean then got up and stormed out of her room going straight to the towel’s loft. she needed to find her old christmas decorations to make her room look at least a bit more joyful.

clarissa wasn’t expecting this conversation to take the turn it did but she was definitely not complaining. she was actually glad that lesso shared her feeling with her which made her even more sure of the fact that lesso and her little unruly never were truly meant to be. however the teachers, in fact, didn’t need another person to help with the ball. but dovey figured out that’s something lesso doesn’t need to know of now.

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the night was almost there and thankfully i’ve done everything i was supposed to do that day. feeling terribly tired i laid down on my bed not wanting to ever get up. i could literally feel the tiredness filling up my body. i groaned and girls from my room laughed at me.

“you’re exhausted.” hester commented looking at me.

“infeed iem” i responded my head deep in pillows. girls laughed once again.

“you need to rest then, tomorrow’s the big night.” dot exclaimed and i rolled my eyes.

“i’m going with agatha so i won’t be bothering you.” said sophie looking herself in the mirror. three of the girls shared a look at her words.

“we’re actually going together.” anadil said and looked at hester. the girl licked her lips.

“so i guess we will be going together too.” dot suggested and i groaned once again. i turned around on my bed so now i was facing the ceiling. slowly sat up and finally could see all the girls i was having conversation with.

“i’m not sure if i will be coming.” i said and dot frowned at my words.

“in that case i will have to stick with sophie and agatha.” she said and sophie just shrugged. dot looked at me with puppy eyes. “please don’t leave me.” she whispered and i uncontrollably laughed at her.

“i can’t promise you anything, dot.” i said and hester laughed alongside with anadil. “also your kiss under the mistletoe was pretty sweet.” i said turning to two of the girls. anadil blushed at my words and hester just rolled her eyes but with a smile.

“i literally thought you and lesso were going to kiss today.” anadil commented and i bit my lip in embarrassment. the girls didn’t know about my relationship with fellow teacher but let’s just say they had their own suspicions.

“what a plot twist would that be.” i said and all five of us laughed at my words. that was something i genuinely adored about those girls. they never asked questions despite the fact how curious they were. i mean sophie and dot did ask questions, a lot of them but they never pressured me to answer. they were evil to the core but they still knew how to be a good friends.

“nah but for real.” dot said once again. “would you really miss a yule ball?” she asked and i started wondering myself. am i gonna miss out on something so huge just because i got into a little fight with my girlfriend? the answer is clear: probably.

“i’m not sure how i’ll be feeling tomorrow.” i lied and the girl just nodded at me. “but i promise i’ll try my hardest to not let you down.” i added and she smiled at my words while eating a chocolate cookie. “and dovey. i promised her a dance after all.” i remembered and the brunette laughed at me almost chocking on her food.

“the dean of good cares so much about some never.” hester said laying down on her bed. “pretty crazy, huh?” she continued and i smiled at her.

“i don’t know what she sees in me.” i laughed and she rolled her eyes playfully. dot and anadil also laughed while sophie just shook her head with playfulness.

all of the girls were getting ready to go to sleep. after like thirty minutes all five of us were laying comfy in our beds getting mentally ready for tomorrow’s night. what an event that will be. i closed my eyes and drifted to sleep almost immediately. despite my tiredness i was just exhausted from all the stress i’ve had from talking to lesso. i hoped tomorrow would be a bit easier.

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lady lesso woke up earlier than usual. her knee was acting up again and her spells weren’t working anymore. with a groan she sat up on her bed and looked around her room. christmas decorations were put out everywhere and it weirdly made her feel kind of better. she smiled at them thinking about how surprised and excited i would be if i saw them with her right in the middle. she started massaging her knee trying to do anything to resolve the pain. but it wasn’t working. she turned her head and looked out of the window and was greeted with winter sun. she unconsciously smiled and her thought’s subconsciously turned to the yule ball she was going to attend today. she started wondering about the outfit she was going to wear tonight and in how much trouble she would get if she put on something a bit too revealing. she laughed at herself and slowly got up, grabbing her cane and walking up to the wardrobe placed in her room. she started looking through all of her clothes hoping she would find something appropriate without having to ask dovey for giving her one of the outfits from the good school. not that it have previously happened. no, of course not. after a while, the redhead finally found something that satisfied her enough to wear tonight. due the fact she woke up so early she got all day to prepare herself for the nightmare that was waiting on her. she rolled her eyes at the thought of the ball being even worse than she’s imagining and came back to bed wanting to at least rest more if she wasn’t getting any more sleep. lesso’s thoughts came back to me once again and she smiled while laying down under the warm blanket. she was preparing herself for the night and all the things i could say to her that she hadn’t even noticed when she fall asleep once again. the pain coming from her knee somehow didn’t stop her from drifting to sleep.

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the night has finally arrived. everyone was more exited than usual which was understandable. even the teachers felt a christmas spirit. this year, yule ball was organised in the school for evil despite the fact it was in the good side last year. all evers needed to cross over the bridge but speaking from their point of view it made the ball even more fun and magical. more people started to come into the big hall situated at the second floor of the castle. almost all teachers were already present beside lady lesso and one of the good teachers. dovey stood awkwardly at the table with food waiting for the other dean to show up. or at least for the never she promised a dance. she was alone and it was definitely driving her crazy. of course, she knew all the other teachers that were at the ball but they just weren’t as close with her and she didn’t feel comfortable enough to just walk up to them and start the small talk she hated with passion. clarissa rolled her eyes and put another olive in her mouth. one thing that caught her attention when she was waiting on anybody to come and literally save her, was the way people were coming in. the stairs were build in a way that it looked like they were coming out of the floor. and it literally amazed her. she smiled to herself seeing more evers and nevers enter the hall and her nerves calmed a bit. but suddenly she felt a cold hand on her exposed shoulder and she almost jumped out of her skin. she turned around immediately and her eyes met the person who just nearly gave her a heart attack.

“i see i still got the effect on you, don’t i?” lesso asked taking her hand away when the other dean turned to her completely. dovey scoffed at her still calming down her breathing.

“i almost died on the spot.” she exclaimed and put one of her hands on her chest. lesso laughed at her words.

“it wasn’t my intention. this time.” she said with a wink. clarissa playfully hit her arm.

“i’m glad you showed up.” she said and smiled warmly at the other dean. leonora looked away from her face but also smiled.

“you need my help after all.” she said with a proud tone. dovey wanted to roll her eyes but she decided not to.

“of course.” she responded and both women laughed gently. lesso took a look around the hall noticing little details connected with christmas and the ball. she smiled to herself and her eyes came back to the other dean’s face again.

“has she show up yet?” she asked and dovey shook her head.

“not yet.” clarissa exclaimed and looked away from lesso’s eyes. “the ball just started, give her a bit more time.” she suggested with a nod. lesso’s sight just focused on the hall once more.

“of course.” she whispered to herself. “you look ravishing.” she said looking dovey up and down for a moment, noticing the light green dress was a bit different from the ones she was wearing every day. her shoulders and collarbones were exposed and the top was cut low also exposing a lot of her cleavage. the dress was wide at the bottom but it was decreasing more further up. she had little sleeves attached to the top of the material on her chest. dovey looked literally angelic in the moment. the blonde smiled at her words and a little blush crawled up on her face.

“thank you kindly.” she replied and took a look at lesso’s outfit. “you look marvellous yourself.” she added admiring the overalls lesso was wearing. whole material was wine red with black lace under it. due to the sleeveless outfit the lace was covering all her arms and a bit of her cleavage. lesso looked like a king taken out from his fairy tail. and it suited her so well.

“indeed i do.” she smirked and dovey rolled her eyes. both women looked at the students filling up the room, waiting to see their special never. but she was nowhere to be seen by far.

minutes went by and she still hasn’t arrived. lesso was now pushing her cane into the floor harder with every passing second. dovey finally took a notice of that and put her hands on top of the other dean.

“stop that.” she said and squeezed their hands together. lesso looked into her eyes and raised a brow.

“we barely use this floor, no one will notice.” she said and dig her cane even harder. dovey scoffed and took her hands away. lesso laughed softly at the annoyed dean of good. both women noticed hester coming in while holding anadil’s hand and other three girls, two nevers and one ever coming in right after them. clarissa started to wonder for a second if no one invited agatha or she was just meeting then at the ball. her mind quickly went back to the redhead stood next to her and her girlfriend that still definitely wasn’t present.

“why hasn’t she arrived yet?” dovey exclaimed and lesso attention was still directed to her face. clarissa took another chocolate candy and put it in her mouth. lesso laughed once again remembering her habit of eating a lot more than usual when she was nervous.

“i have no idea.” she replied and finally stopped touring the floor. “maybe i should check up on her.” she suggested getting a bit lost in her thoughts. dovey turned to her again and smiled.

“i think that’s a great idea. you can ask her out by the way.” she said and another chocolate chip found it’s place in her mouth. lesso tried to keep her face still.

“i will be back as soon as possible.” she said and grabbed her cane in the other way, so she could be using it while walking. “and i’m not sure how the part about asking her out is gonna go.” she added and dismissed herself from the table they were standing by all this time. clarissa shook her head to the sides and immediately turned to the table looking for another chocolate delight.

lady lesso stormed out of the ball hall and immediately took turn into the direction of my room. going down the stairs she found herself at the right floor and went to the door she knew so well by now. searching for the ones in particular she missed four others and finally found the ones she was looking for. lesso gently knocked at the door and didn’t hear any reply. starting to get a bit worried she pushed down on the silver doorknob and invited herself in. she closed the door behind her in no time. the redhead finally took a look at the room she was now in and her eyes almost immediately found me laying on my bed in total comfy mood. she frowned her brows together looking at me with a confused expression. i finally took a notice of her and almost fell off the bed.

“you scared the living shit out of me.” i said looking at her like she was insane. she tried to hide the smile on her lips but was totally unsuccessful.

“i didn’t mean to, my love.” she said and stayed still in her place. “why aren’t you getting ready? or why aren’t you ready by now?” she asked and my confusion got confused.

“what do you mean?” i asked and she looked at me like i was the dumb one here.

“the ball. the yule ball.” she said slowly not understanding what i was on. i cracked a brow at her.

“what about it?” i asked getting up from my bed and slowly approaching her.

“why aren’t you ready to attend it?” she asked following me with her eyes all the time. i walked up to her and was now standing in front of her.

“i decided not to go.” i said the sadness filling my tone despite my trying to hide it. she clicked her tongue at my response and i was vividly confused once again.

“lies.” she commented and one of her hands found my left cheek. she grabbed my face making me look up a bit. “get ready, i don’t have all night.” she added and i blinked quickly at her.

“what?” i asked and she let go of my face as fast as she touched it. lesso fixed her posture and leaned on her cane, guiding all her weight on it. her other hand situated on her hip.

“get ready.” she said with a stern tone. “you have a ball to attend to.” she added and a little smile appeared on her lips. i couldn’t help the one that was forming on mines.

“how did you know i was in my room?” i asked and turned around, quickly walking to my wardrobe searching for the outfit i picked like a week ago. her eyes roamed all around my room avoiding only me.

“i saw your friends and you were nowhere to be found, so i assumed that you must be still in your room.” she explained and i literally stopped in place with the dress in my hands.

“you saw my friends? at the ball?” i asked confused and quickly looked at her. she just nodded her head still not bothering to look at me. she seemed to be actually interested in the way our room looked. “you were at the ball?”

“indeed.” she replied and finally took a glance at me. “dovey asked me yesterday for backup so i couldn’t disagree. it was too late to involve someone else.” she explained and i bit my bottom lip, stopping the huge smile that wanted to form on my face.

“that explains everything.” i said to myself but lesso hummed at my observation. i grabbeb all the things i would be needing to get ready and stood before her. she looked at me with her typical grin. at this moment it made me smile even more.

“you can change here. it’ll be quicker.” she said and i slightly blushed at the idea of changing in front of her. of course, she has seen me naked by now but literally changing was somehow more intimate to me. i looked away from her still staying in my place. lesso noticed my uncertainty and a soft expression appeared on her face. “if you feel comfortable enough with that.” she added and her hand went through my hair. stroking it gently. “but i can move if you prefer to go to the bathroom.” lesso continued and took away her hand, my head subconsciously moving after it. she hummed happily at me reaction to her touch but waited at my answer.

“i will need someone to zip me up anyway.” i said and walked away to my bed. she smiled smugly at my words. i put all the things on my duvet and grabbed the bottom of the shirt i was currently wearing. i glanced at lesso and noticed she was now standing with her back facing me, wanting to give me privacy. i smiled warmly at the act and in no seconds i was in my desired outfit . it was a black, half-sleeved dress, with red lace on the front and cleavage that was exposed a bit more than usual. the lace was ending half the way down so it looked like it was just disappearing in the sea of folds from the material. at the bottom little red and silver diamonds were attached making it seem like i stepped in the puddle of glitter a moment ago. i adored the way this dress looked in the room the day dovey first showed it to me and i hoped it would look at least half that good on me. to be fair i hoped it would look better on me than it did handling on the hanger. i glanced at lesso again and she was still facing the door, being very interested in the way they were made. i found her amazingly heartwarming and decided to make myself fully ready before she would zip me up. i took my toiletry bag and walk up to sophie’s huge mirror attached to the wall. after a few swing moves my face was ready to go. i grabbed my hairbrush and did everything in my way to make my hair look as perfect as it was possible. finally, after that i was ready to be zipped up.

i walked up to lesso, placing my hands slowly at her hips. she didn’t jerk away but i sensed a little tense in her body when she felt my touch. she slowly turned away and was met with my almost ready look. her eyes roamed me up and down and she couldn’t help the smirk approaching her lips. she licked them and bit down for a moment on her bottom lip. my hands on her hips kept us in a very close position but she still managed to get a look at my outfit. i raised my head making eye contact with her. her eyes were full of love and incoming lust. i smiled at her and shook my head a little to the sides. her hands found my face again and stopped me from moving.

“i should not allow you to go out while looking that breathtaking.” she whispered despite no one was in the room besides us. i licked my lips and smiled even more.

“you don’t have to worry about it. it’s all for you.” i responded and moved my hips slightly. it caught her attention attention and her eyes left mine for only a second. “can you zip me up?” i asked and her smirk grew even wider.

“of course, my darling.” lesso replied and her hands slowly left my face. i also took away mine from her hips and turned around so she could see the zipper. with a swift pull my dress coaxed around my curves tighter, highlighting them even more. i turned around again, facing the love of mine. lesso’s eyes were focused on my body until one of my hands touched her cheek. they immediately flew straight to mine making intense eye contact.

“you’re making me want to stay here even more.” i whispered and she laughed warmly at my words. her eyes closed for a second before she came back to earth again. lesso licked her lips and smiled at me with pure love filling her up.

“we can’t let down dovey.” she said and it surprised me she wouldn’t use an occasion like that to get away from going to the ball. “besides,” she started and my attention was brought to her once again. “i want everyone to see how beautiful my girl looks tonight.” she said and i felt her hands wrapping around my waist.

“i think dovey will actually murder you if we don’t show up in a moment.” i commented and the woman laughed again. i could listen to the sound of her laughter for the rest of my life. lesso’s hands squeezed my body a bit making themselves even more present.

“you can be right.” she replied and her laugh slowly died with it. silence corrupted us for a moment as we were just staring into each other’s eyes. she was the first one to blink and lick her lips again.

her hand pulled me closer to her to the point our bodies were almost touching each other. i could smell her perfume and i literally felt i have fallen in love with her even more. she looked down at me with eyes filled with love and adoration towards me. unfortunately i knew her to well to not notice the glimpse of lust shining in them. i smiled at her while my hand started to slowly stroke her cheek. she gently bit down on her lower lip, definitely thinking about something. i wanted to ask what was going on in her mind but her voice has overtaken me.

“will you go to the ball with me, officially?” she asked out of the blue and i immediately blinked at her words. after a few seconds when it finally hit me what she had just said my smile grew even wider and i wrapped my hands around her neck.

“of course i will.” i replied and she smiled seeing how happy her question made me. she touched my nose with hers and in no time i felt her lips on mine. it wasn’t even a kiss, just a quick peck because she pulled back almost immediately.

“maybe no one knows about the fact we are going together but i think it satisfies you enough.” she said and i nodded at her words still not believing in this happening. “let’s go now, dovey will kill us both.” she said and i laughed. my hands slipped off her neck and so did hers from my waist. lesso opened the door for me and passed me through them. she exited the room almost immediately after me and closed the door with a loud thug. she rolled her eyes hating the sound it made and i just giggled at her. she shook her head and i felt her hand wrapped around my waist once again. she guided me with it towards the stairs and the whole entrance prepared on the floor above us.

after so many stairs we finally reached our destination. the yule ball. the room was full of people by now and a few students were dancing on the floor, but most of them were just standing somewhere not being sure what to do with themselves. lesso has taken off her hand from my waist not wanting to cause a scene. she may not care what others say about her but she was still scared about how the situation would turn out when everybody got to know we were dating. but she did something that surprised me. she held out her arm for me to hold it. i immediately wrapped my arm around hers and just like that we crossed the huge door. many eyes were directed at us not because we were walking together or i don’t think so at least, but just because someone was entering the room and it always drowned people’s attention. lesso was keeping up a fast pace and i tried to match her. finally we walked up to the table where dovey was standing all the time and we finally stopped. clarissa smiled at me so widely when she saw me.

“you made it.” she greeted me, turning around from the table to face us. i smiled back at her.

“i wouldn’t miss that for anything.” i replied and lesso laughed softly. looked around the hall noticing all the decorations and some of the known faces.

“doubtful.” leonora whispered which caught my attention again. i punched her slightly with my free hand.

“will you let her go for some time or i can’t count on dancing with her tonight?” clarissa asked looking at lesso. she had a smug grin placed on her face from the time we entered the ball. i looked up at her and noticed how lesso raised her head a bit and smiled wider while looking at the other dean.

“i think i can make an exception just for you.” she said and dovey shook her head with a smile. i licked my lips and looked at dovey this time.

“don’t worry, i’ll run away from her if she won’t let me have fun.” i whispered to clarissa leaning over to her a bit. lesso shook her head slightly trying to calm the smile that was present on her lips.

“we will see about that.” she suddenly whispered to my ear lowering her head a bit. i felt a shiver come down my spine when i heard her voice and felt her breath so close to my skin. dovey was looking at us with an expression i can’t totally explain. she rolled her eyes after a while and chose another chocolate chip cookie to eat. i smiled remembering how much she loved everything containing chocolate or sugar in general.

all three of us talked for a long time until i asked lesso a final question: “will you let me have fun?” i asked looking up at lesso once again. she directed her eyes at me and her arm gently let me go. the smile on her face faded a bit but a grin was still present. i smiled at her and turned to dovey immediately taking her hand in mine.

not even waiting for her to finish eating another candy, i dragged her to the middle of the dance floor and literally just started spin around with her. one of her hands covered her mouth until she finally swallowed the sweet substance and grabbed my other hand, making our ‘circles’ look a bit more like circles. some kind of music was playing in the background but i literally didn’t care about it, the important thing to me was that i finally made it to the ball and got to spend my time with person i waited to do it for so long. and even with someone i never would’ve thought i would see them here.

after good fifteen minutes of senseless spinning both me and dovey came back to lesso needing to rest a bit. my head was spinning so hard i literally thought i was gonna throw up. thankfully lesso grabbed me with her arms and it helped me calm down a bit. dovey got herself a cup of clear water not being able to look at all the candies right now. i laughed observing this whole situation. clarissa stood in front of me and lesso once again looking at all the students having fun at the dance floor. to be honest, we started this whole party. after we started to ‘dance’ more people were coming to the middle so we can easily take that as officially starting this party. i wrapped my arm around one of lesso’s and she smiled feeling my touch. dovey was looking at us with hearts in her eyes and i rolled my eyes at her.

“don’t say you don’t find it adorable.” she said and i softly laughed. lesso on the other hand licked her lips and didn’t concentrate on our conversation at all.

“i do.” i said through my laughter. “i find it extremely heartwarming, to be precise.” i added and clarissa smiled even wider at my words.

“i’m glad you showed up today.” she said and i nodded slowly at her words. dovey took another sip from her cup.

“i’m glad she came back for me.” i said looking up at lesso but she still wasn’t paying attention to me or clarissa. said girl shook her head at the redhead but didn’t say anything about her.

“good thing we needed her, right?” the blonde joked and my smile immediately grew more when i realised they didn’t need lesso as much as she thought or as much as she told me.

“couldn’t imagine this whole ball without her.” i responded and squeezed lesso’s arm a bit. this brought her back to us and her eyes immediately flew to dovey’s face.

“right.” she said suddenly, narrowing her eyes, obviously thinking something through. i turned my head to her hearing her join our conversation. “would you excuse us?” she asked clarissa and she just nodded turning around from us to observe all the students.

lesso grabbed my hand that was wrapped around her arm and started slowly guiding me somewhere. without hesitation i let her guide. she was walking slowly, passing a lot people who we knew. i just hoped none of my friends would notice us. i saw hester and anadil dancing together being caught up in having fun. i smiled to myself. sophie dot and agatha were nowhere to be found which worried me slightly. as we were approaching the glass door leading to the balcony i turned my head to take another look at the hall, from different angle this time. it was so beautiful i couldn’t get enough of looking. lesso smiled to herself seeing my delight. when we reached the door she she gently pushed on them, making room for us to walk. opening them widely, lesso crossed the entrance and i did the same. she closed the door behind us, giving us a bit of privacy. funny thing was that people would actually have a hard time seeing us, the glass was frosted so it explained everything. they also couldn’t hear us due to the music playing inside so we had a lot of privacy actually. lesso guided me to the railing and finally stopped in place. i looked her in the eyes and saw them being filled with love once again. i uncontrollably smiled.

“i hope you’re having fun.” she said and her right hand found my cheek. i cuddled into her skin.

“so much.” i replied and her grin grew wider after hearing my words. “i’m so glad you invited me to the ball.” i added and she shook her head slightly.

“and i’m glad you didn’t reject me.” she said playing along my game. i bit down on my lip stopping my smile from widening.

“reject the dean of evil? never.” i said fake overtaken in my voice. she rolled her eyes playfully.

“i love how peaceful it is here.” she said taking a look around at the surroundings. i did the same for as much as her grip allowed me to.

“i do too.” i said quietly and her eyes were at my face again. her fingers started to slowly stroke my sling and it gave me even more comfort.

“i believe you know how much i care about you. and about your happiness.” she said looking at my lips and obviously avoiding my eyes.

“of course i do.” i replied and she looked away for a split second. my head slightly turned to the side not knowing how to interpret her quick reaction. “no matter what you do or do not, it doesn’t change the way i feel about you.” i said and she caught my eyes for a moment. she stated into them blankly i guess searching for an answer.

“but i should be doing more.” she whispered looking at my lips once again, breaking our eye contact. she dipped her teeth into her bottom lip not hard enough to draw blood but enough to bruise it a bit. i licked my own lips seeing her movement.

“what you do is enough.” i said assuring her. she scoffed at my words and shook her head while her eyes were suddenly closed. her hand still present on my cheek slightly tightened it’s grip.

“definitely not.” she said a laugh interrupting her words. not a real one, the sarcastic one. i bit my cheek from the inside not knowing how to make her feel better, how to make her feel enough.

“lesso.” i said harshly and her eyes almost immediately found my face. the laughter dead long ago. my hands found her free one and took it, squeezing it hard. her eyes were looking at me with a soft and almost hurt expression. “you are enough. whatever you do i enough. i couldn’t ask for a better person in my life.” i continued feeling my eyes getting wet. she swallowed and looked away.

“i just wished i could do more for you. do the things you want me to do more often. and stop being so selfish all the time when it comes to you.” she said and her words surprised me to my core. i haven’t ever thought she was worrying and underestimating herself so much. my hands immediately wrapped around her waist and just pulled me into her, giving her a tight hug she definitely needed. at the start of our relationship lesso wouldn’t hug me back, but as further we got she learned to hold me too. sometimes even squeezing me. don’t get me wrong she could be a tender person sometimes, but hugs never were her thing. but she got used even to them.

“don’t ever underestimate yourself like that ever again.” i said to the material on her chest. her hands wrapped around my neck, holding me in place. i knew she loved this kind of closeness. and her touch just made me sure of it. “please, lesso. you’re doing your best and that’s what matters the most. i see a lot of change in your behaviour same as in the way you react to so many ridiculous things i often offer you and it warms my heart unbelievably.” i continued and literally felt how her heartbeat fastened. “there’s nothing i could ask more of from you. you’re doing just fine. just the way you should.” i continued and her hands started to stroke my hair. “you are enough.” i added and she pulled my hair a bit. it took me by a surprise so i let out a confused sigh. this move made me pull away from her a bit and take a look at her face. lesso was biting on her lip looking at me even more lovingly, if that was possible.

“i love you.” she said and her hands found my face again. i smiled at her words and raised my head subconsciously. “you are the best part of my miserable life.” she added and laughed at the end. i rolled my eyes playfully. she pulled my face even higher and lowered her head. our noses were touching and she was just so close to my lips. “if i could, i would give you the whole world.” she whispered and without giving me a chance to response, she crashed her lips into mine.

i immediately kissed her back, being touch starved for the past two days. after our fight in her class and not getting the kiss then i couldn’t think about anything else. her lips worked in sync with mine and i sighed into our kiss. lesso smiled but didn’t break the kiss. to my surprise it didn’t tuned into being more heated. of course, not even a moment later i felt her tongue on my lower lip, asking for entrance, which i almost immediately gave her, but despite that our kiss was just full of love but not in the sexual way. in the most comforting and gentle way i have ever experienced. lesso’s hands started to stroke my cheeks and it was my turn to smile into the kiss. she felt the movement of my lips and smiled herself, taking out her tongue from my mouth. her lips gave mine the last peck and she slowly pulled away from me, connecting our noses again. my lips wanted to follow her but i stopped myself. she smiled at me looking how i slowly opened my eyes to meet hers.

“i love you too.” i replied to her previous confession. lesso licked her lips and a grin crawled on them once again.

“you better do.” she laughed gently and i did the same. my hands still wrapped around her waist squeezed her a bit giving her a pleasant sensation.

“i wish i could show you my love anytime i want.” i said and her eyes saddened a bit. i blinked still looking up at her.

“i know.” she said and her hands moved from my cheeks to my waist, she also pulled away more. “i guess you will be able to do it one day.” she added and shrugged her shoulders. oh, that was new.

“but for now,” i said not wanting to keep up the sad atmosphere. i pulled her closer once again and rested my head on her shoulder being close to her ear. “i appreciate the fact you took me here tonight. and by here i as much mean the yule ball as this balcony.” she smirked at my words and gently shook her head.

“my darling.” she whispered straight to my ear and it gave me goosebumps all over again. “there are so many things left you will be grateful for tonight.” she added and i bit my lip. her hands around my waist pulled me away from her so she could take a look at my face. i was looking into her eyes and i literally felt like the whole world just stopped. “we should go back now, i’m afraid dovey will look for us soon.” she said and i smiled at her words nodding my head.

lesso didn’t let go of my waist and guided me back to the inside. i immediately saw dovey looking into our direction with an unsurprised but disappointed look on her face. i smiled to myself and rolled my eyes. lesso closed the door behind us once again and guided me to the table we were previously standing next to. the same path as she brought me to the balcony. i looked around again and noticed dot looking at me, we made eye contact for a moment and i almost immediately looked away. i started to wonder if she saw the whole scene but thankfully dovey broke me out of my thoughts with her voice.

“took you a minute.” she said bored and lesso just scoffed at her. i shrugged with one of the biggest smiles she has ever seen on my face.

“it’s a duty to take the best care of my never.” lesso commented and clarissa shook her head at her but a smile crawled into her lips.

“i guess you’re right.” she said and smiled warmly at us both. lesso fixed her posture a bit still not taking away the arm that was wrapped around my waist. i started to worry a bit about other people noticing anything but she simply stopped my wonders.

“i want to dance with you.” she whispered to my ear coming closer to it. i immediately turned to her and looked at her dumbly.

“don’t you think someone will suspect anything?” i asked and she just rolled her eyes. the grip on my waist tightened giving me a feeling of comfort. i straightened myself immediately.

“you danced with me, so it’s not like you especially chose lesso to dance with.” dovey interjected to our conversation and my eyes found hers. lesso grinned at her finding her words actually useful.

“we don’t have to, if you don’t want to.” she whispered to me once again with that smirk on her face. i narrowed my eyes and a grin crawled to my face.

“such a tease.” i responded and she laughed at my words shrugging her shoulders. dovey let out a deep sigh hearing our full conversation.

“just dance before something actually questionable happens between you two.” she said and turned around to the table looking for some candy again. i smiled at her words and looked at lesso who was already looking at me. she swiftly took away her hand from my waist and took a step back from me. i looked at her confused.

“will you dance with me?” she asked and held out her hand, the one that was on my waist seconds ago, for me to grab it. i smiled uncontrollably and immediately took her hand into mine.

“of course i will, my lady.” i said and she raised her eyebrow at me with a grin on her lips. lesso then took my other hand into hers and slowly dragged me to the dance floor, passing a lot of students or just known faces in the way. i felt like everyone was staring at us but maybe it was just a feeling.

lesso stopped at the middle and her hands slowly found my waist, my on the other end, moved to her neck and wrapped themselves around it tightly. leonora smiled at me, feeling my touch. some kind of slow music was playing in the background as we started to dance together while other students and even teachers were surrounding us. even though m many of them were probably looking at us in that moment i felt like the whole world stopped once again. there was only me and her in. i couldn’t believe i was actually dancing with lesso at the yule ball. my smile widened more as my conscious realised the fact she did all of this for me. to make me happy. my hands started to slowly stroke her skin and i felt how she gently relaxed into my touch. her hands hold me tightly and brought me a bit closer to her. my eyes were situated on her face trying my hardest not to pay attention to the people around us. lesso looked at my lips for a second and then her eyes came back to mine. i bit my lower lip looking at her with love.

“thank you.” i said still holding eye contact with her. she moved her head to a side a bit, confusion starting to appear on her face. i smiled more seeing her reaction. “for coming with me here today. i know how uncomfortable it makes you feel. but i just wanted to let you know i appreciate your gesture a lot.” i explained and another lovely smile crawled up to her face. she shook her head for as much as my hands allowed her.

“there’s nothing to thank me for, darling.” she said and i rolled my eyes at her. she let out a laugh and i literally adored this sound. “actually,” she started and caught my attention again. “i wanted to thank you too.” she said and this time it was my turn to get confused. lesso licked her lips taking a deep breath. “christmas this year feel a lot better and more joyful than the past years. i owe it to you.” she said and i felt my eyes water up. lesso scoffed seeing my reaction and one of her hands quickly went up to my face, to stroke my cheek and the eventual tears. my smile became the biggest it has been the whole night.

“i love you.” i said totally forgetting where we was. lesso laughed once again seeing my sudden reaction when i realised what i had just said. her hand on my cheek never stopped stroking my skin but the one on my waist pulled me even closer to her, so now our bodies were touching. she looked down at me and smiled warmly again.

“i love you too, my darling.” she responded the whole time looking into my eyes. her hand moved from my cheek to my chin, gripping it gently. she raised my head a bit, making the space between hers and my lips smaller. i was almost hypnotised by her eyes and lesso laughed licking her lips, noticing my state.

suddenly her eyes looked away from me and flew to the side. she noticed something there and then immediately her head turned. i wanted to look up too but her grip on my face wouldn’t let me. so my eyes just looked to the side, the place she was previously looking at but didn’t notice anything. i frowned my eyebrows and my eyes went back to the redhead before me, seeing her neck stretched out, still looking up. lesso suddenly moved her head and was looking down at me once again. i blinked at her not understanding the whole situation. she was looking more stressed out right now and i almost started to worry, but she interrupted me.

“you’re mine.” she commented gently and i was a bit taken aback by her sudden possessiveness. she licked her lips looking at me. her eyes were still filled up with adoration so i figured out there was nothing for me to worry about. i smiled at her feeling like she was looking into my soul with this piercing but loving look.

“only yours.” i replied with a smile on my face. she let out a chuckle at my words and lowered her head a bit. and with one swift move she connected her lips with mine.

i was speechless.

i kissed her back out of habit and felt how her lips curled into a smile which naturally became a smirk. her hand on my chin hold me in position for as long as she was feeling like kissing me. my hands around her neck grabbed her tighter and lesso let out a sigh, hopefully only for me to hear. her tongue slowly moved on my lower lip but i didn’t open my mouth for her. i was in too much shock for that kind of kissing. finally she pulled away, breaking our kiss. i was looking at her in pure shock while she was smirking like crazy. her hand slowly left my chin and wrapped itself around my waist along with her other one. lesso’s eyes looked to the side once more and this time mine did the same. the redhead found the dean of good and locked eyes with her. dovey was just as shocked as i was. the chocolate candy fell out from her hand and fell on the floor. i noticed her and she also made eye contact with me. she started slowly shaking her head and i shrugged my shoulders still not believing what just happened. lesso’s hands gripped my waist and i immediately looked at her. she was looking so proudly and i couldn’t believe it. i looked her in being actually terrified what could happen next.

“i hope this makes up for the unfulfilled kiss in my office, yesterday.” she said and looked up. my eyes flew straight to the ceiling, where hers were and then i noticed it. the mistletoe. right above our heads. i looked back at her and just couldn’t control the smile that came up to my lips.

“you’re unbelievable.” i said scoffing and she just laughed. i looked around noticing almost everyone staring at us in pure shock. i noticed my friends looking amazed but not surprised. i uncontrollably smiled at them and hester shook her head at me. i looked at dovey once again and she was smiling this time. her hands were shaking like crazy, but she tried her hardest to look composed. i smiled at her and she raised her eyebrows still needing time to process this moment. i finally looked at lesso and she was grinning at me, still being so proud of her action. i wanted to say something but the voice from some part of the room, interrupted me.

“i told you! you owe me 20 bucks hester!” i recognised dot’s voice and laughed. lesso shook her head at me and my friends but the smile was still present and wide on her lips.

GODDDDDDDDDDDD

“R.”

Lady Lesso x Ever Reader

cw : very light angst // my take on jealous and possessive leo with a little twist // just a sprinkle of spice // age gap // older woman x younger woman

ao3 — https://archiveofourown.org/works/43127551

it’s funny that aside from lady lesso’s scenes and edits, i still haven’t watched the film. it just goes to show how hopeless i am, i think :'))

both the name and the overall feel is inspired by the song K. by Cigarettes after Sex

“M’lady, will you attend tonight’s ball with me?”

Here, you, the final year student at the school for good, are being asked by a first year Prince to go to the ball on his arm. He is charming and all but, to be brutally honest, you are just not interested. You may be physically present in front of him, but mentally, you are anywhere but here, or more precisely, your mind is busy floating about the school for evil in search of one evil dean with hair the hue of deep rosé.

That perpetually kind face of yours has its own perks as well as drawbacks. In this instance, it has brought about an undesired outcome. Perhaps he must have mistaken the beginning of polite rejection on your face as meekness, because you are on the verge of expressing your disinterest when you suddenly find his lips a hair’s breadth away from yours. You swivel your head as soon as you realise, though he still manages to catch you at the corner of your mouth.

Quickly taking a few steps back, and re-establishing a good distance between the two of your bodies, repulsed though you are by his insensitive behaviour, you will the desire to slap him away, instead mustering a professional smile.

“I’m afraid I’ll have to decline your offer. I already have someone I want to go to the ball with.”

With that, you leave, neither waiting nor wanting to see his reaction or hear his response.

Despite your mind being away from your body, your feet successfully, dutifully carry you towards the woman who reigns over your very mind.

Once you arrive at your destination, the woman in question whom you have been painstakingly trying to romance all these years is locked in a gentle waltz with another girl. The more rational part of you reasons that the dean is just coaching her students, but in the end, the green eyed monster outmatches logic.

And when the girl in those elegantly long arms inches closer to your woman than what is deemed appropriate, you decide that you hate this girl. The bubbling jealousy mingled with hatred may or may not have accidentally on purpose trigger a harmless spell from your lips. You watch, secretly amused, as she trips over her feet, falling onto her buttocks in a hilarious display. As evil as it will make you sound, to your relief, the dean makes no moves to prevent her student from falling even though she could very well have.

No sooner has she dismissed the nevers, leaving only the pair of you in the room, than you approach her, a grin on your face, and voice cheery as you ask, “So Lady Lesso, have you decided who you’re going to the ball with?”

You will not go as far as to say that she is fond of you, though you are relatively confident that after all your steadfast efforts, she has grown to fancy you even if only a teeny tiny bit. So, it is like a punch to the gut when you hear her say, “Whether I have decided or not, or whoever I’m attending the ball with is none of your business,-” Her words are laced with venom, leaving a bitter taste in your mouth, and when she forces the next sentence, a scowl on her face, as if it repulses her to even say it out loud, you brace yourself for the worst. “-just as it is certainly not my concern whose tongue you allow to shove down your throat.”

And worst it is indeed.

“I- you-” The revelation that she must have seen you in that scandalous position renders you speechless. On the other hand, the possibility that, contrary to what she says, and judging by her way of wording, she could very well be jealous makes you jubilantly jittery.

A terrible mistake.

She must have interpreted your hesitation to reply as anxiousness for being caught red-handed. Her disappointed little sigh is the only trigger you need to pull yourself together, crying after her as she moves to walk away.

“No, wait! Please.”

Nothing.

Her back glares mockingly back at you.

“Please, Leo.”

That does it. The dean’s signature cane descends onto the floor with a resounding thud.

Her voice is stone cold, as she hisses the cutting retort through gritted teeth.

“You have no right calling me that!”

“I swear it’s nothing of that sort. Whatever you think happened did not happen.”

It earns you no acknowledgements: no retorts, no movements; only silence so loud and thick that it suffocates you.

She is slowly slipping through your fingers, and you feel utterly helpless.

Three years of pining over your sweetheart just for her to simply walk away from you, possibly forever.

Like hell you will allow that!

You have come across a peculiarly interesting topic in the library of virtue the other day.

An oath.

The lover’s demise, so it is labelled.

It should be obvious by the name alone that the oath poses a threat to anyone and everyone who dares use it.

Despite what the name suggests, despite what the instructions read, several instances have been recorded of people willingly exposing themselves to the thing that can very well lead them to their downfall.

The lover’s demise, or known once upon a time as the heart blood oath, is a curse in its essence, which requires for the user to get direct access to their heart by way of sticking a knife, a dagger or whatever is convenient, to their chests, and once done, by chanting a special spell, the user will then be able to prove whatever they wish to prove.

Little good comes from the oath.

According to the records, formerly, the oath is used to prove one’s innocence, most commonly seen in thievery and murder cases. The way it works is that if one’s confession, usually the accused, is false, one’s heart will immediately cease to beat. If it is indeed true, as long as one keeps leading an honest life, true to one’s words, no harms will befall them. However, once one commits a thievery, either unknowingly or deliberately, as opposed to their confession, one’s heart will begin to shrivel, eventually disintegrating.

Evidences further show that at one point in time, the heart blood oath has become a way for lovers to prove their love. Not only will the oath tell whether the feelings are true or not, but the user will also bear the brunt of the curse if their feelings are to waver in the future.

The most important information here is that the feelings of both parties involved are to be taken into consideration. Even when the oath user stays true to their feelings for the rest of their life, if whoever they are confessing their love to, does not reciprocate their feelings, or if their partner eventually falls out of love with them further down the road, the curse will still show its effects. However, only the one, whose person has been directly exposed to the oath, will meet their demise.

Hence, it is deemed the grandest gesture of love, and the name “the lover’s demise” comes to be.

It is said that only those with the bravest of souls and biggest of hearts dare take the oath, but “what lunacy” , you have thought, exasperated. Only the most foolish of fools can find such absurdity an act of bravery.

How ironic it is that right at this moment you are entertaining the idea of using the very thing which, until just a while ago, you have believed to be an extremely nonsensical stupidity.

Somehow, you find it woefully poetic that love holds the ultimate power of reducing even the most pragmatic of people to reckless fools.

Alas, one of those fools is you.

As soon as you extend your arm towards the weapon rack, a dainty dagger flies into your open palm.

The rustling of fabric as you cut open your corset in half attracts the dean’s attention back towards you. The razor sharp tip of a dagger has only just rested betwixt your bosoms when all of a sudden, your hands are pried away, wrists firmly locked in long unyielding fingers.

“Let me go.” Fuelled by stubborn determination, you struggle in her vice-like grip, “Let me go. I’ll prove to you now with whom my heart truly lies.” but the woman in front of you does not so much as budge. Instead, following a loud clatter of the dagger as it slips through your fingers, you are yanked into her arms, restrained against her chest.

“Are you mad?” Her query is glazed with irritation, and a sprinkle of, dare you say it, concerned disbelief.

“If falling in love with you is your version of mad, then yes, in fact, I am absolutely, irrevocably mad.”

Your resolute confession seems to render her speechless. Her brows unravel and she gazes down at you with something akin to hunger in her eyes.

Only then do you register, with burnt cheeks and a maniacally galloping heart, that all your fruitless attempts to struggle free from her hands have left your ruined corset more undone than it is supposed to be, making you more exposed to sultry green eyes than you have realised. The air has suddenly become awfully thick. It does little to help either that your chest, as good as bare, is pressed flush against the dean’s.

“I want to kiss you.” When she murmurs, her breath is warm on your face. You can almost feel the delightful throbs of her heart beating in harmony with your own.

“Kiss me.” Your response to her is as equally soft, breathless. “Kiss me, Leo.” And then, her lips are descending upon yours.

The kiss is both sweet and spicy as is she, both downy and desperate, sucking your lips rosy together with the breath out of your lungs, and leading your tongue in a soul-stirring, spine-tingling waltz. Once a need for air becomes too strong for you, it is with great reluctance that she frees your lips, a glistening string of saliva crumbling as she moves, but bodies remain melting into each other.

“I want you in my arms during tonight’s ball.”

“I do not wish to be anywhere else.”

By the time twilight comes, you are already dressed and ready for the ball.

Lady Lesso has sent you back to your dormitory with her coat atop your shoulders, subsequently dusting your cheeks maroon by remarking that you are for her eyes only. You have decided to incorporate the luxurious midnight piece into your outfit, layering it over your pearly white satin gown, giving it that yin and yang look which you think is only fitting considering that you and the dean are from opposite sides.

The banquet hall is anything but empty when you arrive, and yet, it is lacking the one person that you are most anticipating to see. After an exchange of pleasantries with some of your friends and familiar faces, with the red head whom you dearly adore still nowhere in sight, you excuse yourself to get a breath of fresh air. It is on the balcony, amidst tracing the twinkling little stars, where you are, once again, approached by the prince whose offer you have just declined earlier today.

“Just where is this someone you were speaking of, I wonder.”

“They’re on their way.”

He does not seem entirely convinced at your terse reply, incredulity evident on his features despite his understanding hum.

“If you’d like, and if you’ve changed your mind, my Princess, I am more than happy to accompany you.”

The way he addresses you, albeit not being uncommon amongst royalty, perturbs you, so much so that you intend to blatantly spell it out to this dunce of a Prince that you are absolutely, positively, utterly not interested in him at all, except that someone beats you to it.

There is an almost tangible presence behind your back. You immediately know whose without needing to turn, and you are subsequently proven true when her cadence, like warm whiskey, trickles down the length of your spine.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here? Care to enlighten me what the commotion is all about, hmm?”

“With all due respect Lady Lesso, I don’t think whatever happens between the two of us, evers, is of no concern to you.”

His face that you have once considered objectively charming, now looks very punchable all of a sudden.

“No?”

You can feel that her front is now pressed against your back.

“Oh dear me, I certainly believed that my partner’s safety and well-being was positively my concern.” Arms are suddenly slithering along your waist, fitting you like a well-tailored belt. “You’ve tested my patience enough with that little display of yours in the hallway. I don’t care that you’re not my student, certainly not that you’re an ever. I will personally shepherd you to the doom room and most delightedly demonstrate you just what villainy I am capable of, if you touch so much as a hair on her head again. This Princess, my Princess, right here is strictly off limits.”

She has addressed you exactly the same as the prince has mere moments ago, yet at the same time, it is entirely different somehow. Being called hers has a delightful effect both on and inside your body as the tips of your ears burn, and flowers of various shapes and hues thrive beneath your ribcage.

Meanwhile, the dean, whose arm around you never relents, commands with finality. “Now. back. off.” Instead, you can feel it tightening a touch as she pulls you into her, and following every word, she pokes the ever in front of you with the tip of her trusty cane, intentionally applying more force which leads to the poor thing unceremoniously falling onto his bums.

And as he leaves you two be, you get to behold your woman for the very first time tonight. Unabashedly, you stare, enthralled all over again, at her standing elegantly tall and regal in a dark body hugging gown that fits her like a glove. Not an inch of her body is left unhidden by the fabric, neckline high and sleeves long, and yet, you find it tantalisingly provocative that it is clinging to her body in all the right places.

“I think I like you best when you’re dressed in black.” Your voice is but a breathy whisper, and she lets out a delicious chuckle, a warm sound that pulsates deep within you, for you are still pressed against each other, now chest to chest. “I always dress in black, darling.”

“Indeed, and oh how well you dress it!”

“I think I like you best-” Her hand cradles your jaw in the same manner as her arm cradling your waist. “-when you’re just with me and no one else.”

“My my professor, is this your way of saying you love me?”

“No.” She denies, parks her forehead on yours, “This is my way of saying I love you.” , and then come her lips crashing down onto your lips, kissing you with a ferocity that is certain to leave bruises come morning.

AHHH OMGG IM SO SO SO SO SO SO SO WIYrfguaeybc UGHHHHHHLADY LESSOOOOOOOO

So Pretty (Leonora Lesso x Reader)

Synopsis: Lady Lesso has a problem and you are the cause

Words:1.7k

Warnings: mentions of blood, choking

You were such a pretty picture. That’s what Lesso would tell herself when she realised she was staring at you. That was the point of beauty, to draw the eye. Who was she to deny her own nature?

That didn’t stop the way your laughter seemed to haunt her. Or how the brush of your fingers along her the back of her chair replayed in her mind for weeks. Or the way your gaze felt heavy on her in a way no one else’s did.

She had to do something about the way you seemed to have crawled under her skin like a bug.

Cane tapping with each footsteps, students tripped over themselves to get out of her way. She put it down to the murder in her eyes, and in her heart. She haunted the halls, hunting you down with a single mindedness unmatched by anyone.

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idk where all these photos are from or the context of them but my jaw dropped straight to the floor. she's not real she can't be real.

i crave her so bad i need a moment to cry my eyes out bc she's not mine.

aw

Flustered

AN: I haven't read the books yet, so this is based on movie Lesso. Also, it's been a very long time since I've written and posted anything but this idea popped into my head and I had to do it. There's not enough Lesso x Reader fics out there

“Oh, please, you do not fluster me!”

The smirk on Lesso’s face said she clearly thought otherwise.

The infuriating Dean of Evil was currently leaning towards you, hands on your desk as she practically leered down at you.

“I beg to differ, kitten.” The words came from her mouth in what was practically a purr, making you struggle to fight back a blush. Despite your constant insistence on her dropping the nickname, she always used it when she wanted to rile you up.

You quietly cleared your throat, straightening a few papers before standing, taking them over to your cabinet, hoping putting them away would give you time to calm down. “Beg all you want, but that won’t change anything,” you said. “You couldn’t fluster me if you tried.”

The second you’d said it, you realized your grave mistake- Lesso wasn’t one to back down on a challenge, no matter how unintentional. “No one can,” you quickly added as you sorted the papers into their proper folders, praying that the less direct challenge would at least lessen her temptation to put it to the test.

“Oh, really? And what makes you so immune?” Lesso asked, disbelief evident in her voice.

“I just haven’t met anyone who makes me feel anything,” you lied. ‘Not until I met you,’ you thought. But in reality, it was more like women who liked other women were such a rarity that only men had hit on you, and they made you feel absolutely nothing.

That was, until becoming the school nurse at the School for Good and Evil led to you meeting Lady Lesso. Right away, everything about her had made you flustered, as much as you tried to hide it. Sometimes, you were successful. Other times, not so much. And it seemed those times amused Lesso enough to seek you out simply to torment you, laughing when you tried desperately to deny how she actually made you feel. Today was no different.

“Sure you haven’t, kitten!” Lesso scoffed. “And Dovey is secretly evil.”

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t let her hear you say that,” you muttered. Papers sorted and put away, you held back a sigh as you closed the cabinet and turned, fingers nervously fidgeting with each other. “What makes you so certain you get me flustered?”

Before you could react, Lesso pounced.

In your frozen shock, she easily grabbed your wrists in one hand, moving your body to the side just slightly to press against the wall, pinning your hands above your head. Her body pressed against yours, keeping it from you squirming enough to get away. Not that you had it in you to even think about getting away as Lesso stared down at you.

Her body was surprisingly warm and solid against yours, hand gripping your wrists just tight enough that it felt good without being too tight. You swallowed, taking a shaky breath in as you tried to form a coherent thought, only to inhale some kind of spicy, herbal aroma that seemed to emanate from Lesso. Her eyes were dark and it felt like they were staring into your soul. After a second they trailed down to your lips, then down to your chest (you cursed yourself for wearing a lower-cut dress today), and then back up.

“What’s wrong, kitten?” Lesso asked, reaching her other hand up to gently grip your chin, her sharp nails digging into your skin just slightly. She learned in close, lips just millimeters away from your ear, voice lowering to a soft, seductive whisper. “Cat got your tongue?”

You couldn’t stop the gasp from escaping you, eyes fluttering slightly. You nearly moaned when she let out a light chuckle at your reaction, eyes sparkling with mischief as she leaned back.

“Such a reaction just from my voice?” Lesso asked. “Makes me wonder what pretty sounds my hands could get from you.”

A whimper escaped you and your eyes darted away, unable to meet her intense gaze. “I…s-shut up,” you mumbled.

Lesso let out another laugh. “Oh, but you’re so adorable when you’re flustered, kitten.” She watched you for another moment before finally pulling back, letting your hands fall gently while your body suddenly felt quite chilly without her pressed against you. Without missing a beat, Lesso turned and grabbed her cane from where it leant against her desk, heading towards your door.

“Wha-you’re just leaving?” you exclaimed. “After all that?”

“As much as I enjoy getting a reaction out of you, I do have work to get back to,” Lesso said simply, heels clicking on the floor.

“You can’t just- that’s so…so-” you can’t even get the words out, glaring after.

“I know,” Lesso said, pausing at the door to look back at you with a satisfied smirk. “I’m so evil.”

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*reader- a student, dovey and lesso meeting at a ball at the fruit table*

dovey: oh lesso i see you did your nails lately. oh my, but why would you shorten only those three?

*all three of you look down at lesso’s right hand, noticing shorter nails of her index, middle and ring finger*

*lesso smirking looking at dovey*

reader: noo lesso, don’t you dare!

lesso: i wasn’t gonna say anything, darling.

*reader stares at her not believing in a single word*

*dovey looks at the two of you and the realisation slowly hits her*

dovey: oh my! lesso!

*reader shakes her head and joins other students on the dance floor. lesso follows her by eyes still smirking*

lesso: i just didn’t want to cause my pet any pain. at least by that.

dovey: lesso!

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just a quick situation that came up to my mind skdhsjsks (also a bit inspired by this)

Reader being incredibly uncomfortable: No. 

Student Never: Why not?! 

Reader: Because you are a child!  I think it's pretty obvious! 

Student Never: But I become legally of age in a week! 

Reader: I don't care, it doesn't change the fact that I'm an adult, your teacher and you my student. It's very unhealthy and I'll ask you to stop harassing me to accompany you on a date. 

Student Never: But love has no age! 

Reader: *Sarcastically* Mmhmm... And prison is just one huge extended-stay vacation club.  I'm not interested so leave my classroom immediately to join your next class. 

Student Never: *In a mad rage* You're going to regret refusing my advances! 

Reader: *Not at all impressed* I assure you that your wishes will not come true at all.  Now, go. 

Student Never: *Cruel smile* Honestly I pity you.  Everyone knows you cling to your feelings for the Dean of Evil, but she never cared about you!  You should have accepted the chance I gave you before you ended up a lonely old woman.  Wouldn't that be pitiful for a Princess Ever? 

Reader: *Completely neutral face* Maybe, in the meantime why don't you tell your Dean what you think? 

*Student Never suddenly realizing there are no longer two people in the class but three and slowly turning to face Leonora*

Leonora: Have you got nothing better to do than threaten like a puppy learning to bite on your teacher and miss your class to declare your feelings useless? 

Student Never having lost all courage in front of the terrifying Dean: Uh... I..

Leonora: Get out.  Now. 

*The student runs away*

Leonora letting out a bored sigh when there are only two left in the room: I swear it's the third time this week that a student has come late to class to confess their feelings for you.  Can't they interpret the signals and the hickeys that I left along your neck and your collarbone as a clear message that you belong to me and that you are not attracted to boring kids? 

Reader: *Shrugs with an amused but embarrassed smile* I don't know why they go blind to the signs, I don't do anything to hide the hickeys. 

Leonora: *Teasing smile* Maybe I should do more to get the message across. You have 30 minutes until your next class and that's all the time I need.  Sit on your desk, Darling, I'm going to be very busy with you.

L🅾️L

“Home is found within her arms”

Request by @camilaxmartin

hii! i'm not sure if your requests are open but if they are i've got a fluffy idea. maybe you could write something about reader being lady lesso's student and dating her in secret. (of course she's at the age that it's legal for her to date lesso) but one day reader is just in a terrible mood so lesso tries to make it better (in her own way) and maybe like not care anymore that they should be hiding their relationship and just wants to help the reader feel better? (I'm thinking about lesso not caring at the moment that a lot of students and even teachers {just dovey probably} notice they have something going on) i literally adore your writing and all of your fics. i hope you have a great day/night! love you! <3

funny story haha (frankly, i’m pissed) acupofqueercoffee is still shadowbanned and it being shadowbanned was like rain on my parade. now normally i love me some rain but this? geez it sucked me dry of motivation, and subsequently all the inspirations i’ve had for some of my fav characters too went down the drain 🙃

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Everyone has those kinds of days. Such days where the sweet serenades of birds may sound a little too boisterous, so you wake up feeling awfully groggy. Then, a cup of your morning coffee which is usually your saving grace may have been a little too hot, and since the universe has decided to make a mockery of you anyway, why not entertain her by burning yourself too?

So, instead of black orchids and dark butterflies splendidly backdropping you, storm clouds hang gloomily above you as you sit in class on a not-so-fine morning.

In the meantime, Lady Lesso is finding it odd and maybe a touch- oh who is she kidding, awfully unbecoming that her little vixen is not paying her any attention. You are completely immersed in the subject at hand, or you appear so to any onlooker. The evil dean, having mapped a good few inches of your body with her lips however, is not just anybody, far from an onlooker, and so, she knows. Your usual cheeky little grin along with a wink here and a blow of kiss there whenever the two of you lock eyes has been absent the whole morning. By the time the sun is directly overhead, and you have yet to maintain unabashed eye contact with her, let alone, blow her a kiss, she decides to take matters into her own hands.

When you find a bouquet of your favourite flowers on your desk, if only for a moment, your mind travels back to the conversation with your professor-girlfriend. It is the same conversation that eventually leads you to the conclusion that this beautiful and overly conspicuous bundle of sweet fragrance cannot have been from her. She has made it abundantly clear after all that your relationship is to remain strictly private. Although the flowers are rather painfully charming, and the scent, heavenly divine, the giver not being your lover takes all the glee and giddiness out of the equation. You do not want it if it is not from her, honestly cannot care less from whom it is. Hence, out the window and down into the moat, it goes.

It has come out of her lips themselves that public display of affections is highly inappropriate and therefore, strictly prohibited. And yet, here she is, finding it even more unacceptable the fact that you are making do without your sly little displays that are meant for her. They have wormed their way into her heart as have you. She is craving, according to herself, the very inappropriate itself. The irony is an eye-roll worthy.

During lunchtime, the dean deliberately plants herself in front of you, subsequently blocking your path out the main hall, but her intention may have flown over your head, for you navigate around to leave.

Uncaring of the many eyes observing the two of you, she catches you with the hook of her cane, pulling you back until your bodies collide.

“Something’s wrong. Now, speak.”

When the all too familiar voice that oozes charisma caresses your ears, your back is pressed against an equally familiar body. You look up, gaze into those arrestingly beautiful eyes.

“I’m in a terrible mood today is all.” Your sigh is received with a scoff. “Welcome to my world.”

A befuddling silence has befallen the hall. A silence so profound that if a pin is to drop, it will echo through the whole chamber. When you peek around the dean’s body, you understand why. All eyes in the hall are on the pair of you.

Immediately, you are jolted into action, moving away, or rather, trying but failing miserably to yank yourself out of firmly fixed arm that is twining round your waist with stubborn determination.

“What will remedy that?”

The query colours you slightly dazed.

“Wh- huh?”

“Your terrible mood.” Her voice is smooth when she explains, and smoother still as she repeats. “How can I remedy that?”

Thinking is not necessary. Your answer is immediate.

“Oh, well, you will not find my needs agreeable.”

“Oh?” Not only do you hear her voice, but you also feel it on the very tip of your ear. “Test me.”

“Forehead kisses and a hug. A hug alone is fine too, but preferably both.”

Although you are secretly hoping that she will meet your needs, a part of you is adamant that she will certainly refuse any kind of affectionate displays especially in public. All thoughts leave your head when she surprises you by swivelling you in her arms. And just like that, you find yourself engulfed in an embrace. She has as good as swept you off your feet, for only the very tips of your loafers remain touching the ground. Almost instinctively as if it is where it belongs, you bury your face into her chest, breathing her in, the scent of home. Your home.

“Are the flowers not to your liking?” She asks after a moment.

“Hmm, what flowers?” It takes you a while to think, but, as soon as the monstrosity of a bouquet comes rushing back into your head, so does the realisation. “Oh, no!”

The urge to dive into the moat and search the bouquet is all consuming. And you almost do, trying and yet again failing to disentangle yourself from your woman.

“Leave them be.” She says, cages you in her unwavering arms.

“But, they’re from you!”

“These, too,…” You feel her lips descending onto your forehead, peppering one, two, three kisses before you feel them move once more. “…are from me.”

As Lady Lesso stands with kiss-stunned little you snugly enveloped in her arms, she catches Dovey staring at them, wide-eyed and open-mouthed. Her good counterpart seems to be totally oblivious to the fact that her teacup is overflowing with the tea that keeps pouring out of the teapot in her hands. She, too, notices Anemone moving to stop the teapot that keeps making a mess of their table, but once her eyes follow her friend’s and lands on the two of you, the evil dean watches, eyes teeming with cheeky amusement, as her jaw falls comically open.

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ok...

AHHHHHHHH🤭🤭🤭🤭

Hello! I love your writing sm. Could I request a Lady Lesso × F!Reader oneshot? It doesnt matter if it's fluff, smut, lemon etc!

Hey !!!! Thank you so much for your kind words 🙏 ❤️. They mean a lot to me !!

I had started writing this one before receiving this request and I think that this is different than the usual one-shots in which Lady Lesso is the dean of evil and the woman in power.

So, I hope you enjoy this !

I'm not a child anymore

You titled your head to the side at the sight of the new reader.

A lonely, little girl with red hair approaching you.

You raised an eyebrow when she stopped in front of you. " Excuse me, but what's this place ? Why am I here ? Are we in Europe or- "

You hit your cane on the floor to make her stop. " This is the great, best of its kind, school for evil. And I. "

You paused. You took a step back moving your cane in a circular motion for emphasis. " I am its dean. You may call me Lady L/N. "

The girl frowned. " I haven't heard of this school, what- "

" Nah, nah, nah. " You cut her off with a fake pout.

" You were given a marvelous chance to be selected, among so many people, to attend this hallow institution, Leonora. " You told her.

Leonora's eyes widened at the sound of her name.

" Of Gavaldon. " You added with a smirk. " That's your name, is it not, reader ? That's what we call the people from the outside world, because they only read our fairytales, never had a chance to participate in them, unlike you. "

The reader swallowed hard. She was confused beyond-.

" Now, now. If you excuse me, but I have fresh villainy to attend to. " You said and before giving a chance to the girl to stop you, you turned on your heels and vanished through the corridors.

꧁☾︎❥︎☽︎꧂

You watched her in your lessons; afraid and lonely at first but too stubborn to give up.

She grew and so did her confidence and strength.

At the end of her third year you spotted a change on her behavior, though.

She was showering you with dreaming gazes, her mind being everywhere but in the classroom.

You were confused but didn't elaborate on the phenomenon because her grades were excellent as always.

The glances continued.

However, you found yourself enjoying them.

Enjoying someone's full attention.

Last time you had it... well, you preferred not to remember that period...

But then again, you couldn't deny the girl's natural beauty.

After a certain incident with Rafal; it was dealt with success, Celeste, the dean of the school for good wanted to have her expelled.

You dismissed the thought immediately, you were Leonora's dean after all, not Celeste.

The headmaster agreed with you and supported your decision.

Two weeks before Leonora's graduation; you called her in your office.

" You asked for me, Lady L/N. " The girl- no, woman stated.

" I did, indeed. " You nodded and stood up to walk around your desk.

Leonora's eyes followed every and each of your moves. The slight sway of your hips as you approached her, the forming smirk on your lips.

You stopped in front of her remembering that you used to be taller than her.

" Have you received any job offers, yet ? " You asked her with interest.

She took a deep breath starting to understand why you were questioning this.

" No, my dean. Not yet. " She replied timidly.

Your smirk widened. " Well, that's why I'm here, is it not ? "

Leonora raised an eyebrow. " May you clarify the reason of me being here ? "

" Of course. " You leaned against your desk.

" The excellence of your grades came to my attention. If you are interested, there's an opening. You have all the time until your graduation to decide. " You informed her with a smile.

You knew the answer she was to give, though.

The way Leonora's face shone, the way her lips parted, the little spark in her eyes, the way her hands nervously smoothed her black attire.

" There's... There's no need, Lady L/N. I accept. " She answered smiling.

" Thank you. " She added quickly.

You smiled back. " The pleasure is all mine. "

꧁☾︎❥︎☽︎꧂

She graduated. With the best marks in both of the schools.

Good's best student, Clarissa Dovey was a close second, but.

" Close doesn't cut it. " She had told you once.

Leonora became a professor.

The perfect example of a young villain.

Ambitious yet deadly, vengeful and most importantly.

Violent.

She was making you crazy. 

Even if you were just... friends..., you were giving her whatever she wished for.

An office with a window.

Done in less than a day.

Bigger quarters.

Done in less than a day as well; she needed a little while to move in though.

Generally saying, you provided.

You provided her anything she wanted with her not even asking twice.

Leonora was trying to spend as much time as possible with you.

There was no way the girl would confess her feelings for you without making sure that you reciprocated them.

You were standing in front of the lake looking at the blue shimmering waters.

The moon was standing proudly, like you but darkness prevailed hiding everything under its vicious vail.

You were so lost in thought that you missed the sound of a person approaching you.

" So, here you are ! I searched the whole school and yet failed to find you. " A voice said next to you.

You turned to look at her. Unlike any other person at both schools, you weren't only able to see through the dark but also become one with the shadows.

Your gift was allowing you to watch over everything and everyone without anybody's knowledge.

Nobody could tell whether a shadow was just a shadow or if it contained you too.

" Oh. I can't imagine how long this must have taken. " You responded.

You raised an eyebrow when Leonora's grip on her cane tightened. " It did, indeed, take long. But I never surrender. "

You smirked knowing that she couldn't see it. " Of course,  you don't. "

Leonora raised her head proudly, eyes at your direction. " Stop mocking me. I'm not a child anymore. "

Your smirk fell as fast as it came in first place. Your pupils dilated while you examined her face.

Determination, confidence, pride, agitation.

You could see these feelings and so many more.

But there was also one hiding behind them all.

Hurt.

Leonora was desperately trying to prove herself and win you over; how can she win you over though, if you keep treating her like a little, naive teenager ?

Noticing that you were too speechless to speak, Leonora turned on her heels to leave.

She had wasted so much time in you.

And all you could think was that she was still some kind of stupid little child.

You looked at her understanding that if you let her leave, there would be no coming back.

Lesso started walking away and it was that moment when you knew.

You either told her the truth or there would be no chance anymore.

It was now or never.

" I just didn't want to abuse my power, alright !? " You shouted after her.

Lesso, the name she chose to adopt when she became a professor, stopped dead at her tracks.

She had heard you, obviously.

Shocked, the woman slowly turned her body to face you.

" You were still my student, Leonora. And afterwards, my protégé... Have you any idea what people would say about you if we were together !? " You continued shouting because neither of you walked closer to the other one.

" They would call you slut and so much more ! I couldn't do this to you ! " You screamed at her.

Leonora was on the verge of crying; she finally understood why you never talked her off for her little glances or never encouraged them.

You were acting normal until the right time.

She wasn't the only one who waited and waited for something more to come.

You walked closer to her noticing that she wouldn't move.

You stopped right in front of her locking eye contact with her. 

" I'm sorry if I made you feel unwanted or unappealing. The truth is that you are the exact opposite. " You admitted.

Leonora's cheeks changed color, turning a deep shade of crimson.

You opened your mouth to continue your confession but she stopped you with a finger on your lips.

" It's alright; you don't have to apologize for doing the right thing. I was just a child, I needed time to grow and think. You didn't know if it was a silly crush or something more serious. I understand. " Leonora assured you taking your free hand in hers.

You were both carrying your canes so you both had only one free hand.

" You do ? " You inquired. For some weird reason you thought that she wouldn't.

Leonora smiled at you and gave you the best answer she could muster.

She pressed her lips to yours.

same mate

Welp, here's another fictional character im gonna crush on for the next few centuries.

You’re all mine

pairing: lady lesso x fem!reader

summary: Y/N was meant to be an Ever, but what happens as she becomes a Never?

warnings: death, teasing, fluff(ish)

a/n~ how many times ive watched this movie just for her is actually baffeling.

Y/N walked through the hall. There had to be some mistake, right? She was born and raised good, so how is she being handed dark reds and purples?

She walked quietly to her dorm. Thinking she would have some people to get to know. But when the door opened, it was empty. Shocker.

The girl Placed her very few things down. Skimming through the different dresses that would suit her side more. Finding a short dress that had ruffles all over the skirt. Grabbing the wooly black cardigan.

She skipped over the entire main hall, especially after the questioning stares she received.

After all, Y/N didn't care if she had friends or knew any of her professors or even her dean.

The girl changed and made her way to the grand room that held the welcome ceremony. Which she wished she didn't have to go to. But alas, she made her way through the building.

And it wasn't bad, really. Until the doors opened. Everyone turned to look to see who walked in. Gasp erupting from the Evers and the Nevers scoffing.

Y/N didn't belong where she was put.

It was even worse when she looked to the dean and professor. Professor Dovey looked shocked, and Lady Lesso...well she looked like she just got told she was teaching the Evers.

Y/N felt uneasy at all the unwanted attention. Even as she at down in the far back, she still had the attention.

Thankful for when the the Ever's boys came in. Dragging the attention of the entire class. They did their little show, and then Tedros came down. Giving Y/N her perfect escape.

She didn't know where she was going to go, but she just enjoyed wandering. And after hours of just roaming, she did eventually get lost. And then lost turned her day into night. Where did she run off to? Which way was her dorm?

That's when she noticed herself in the woods.

"Shit," she mumbled to no one. Or she thought there was no one.

"Aaah, so the Ever Never is lost!" A low voice hummed. Getting Y/N to look around confused. "I didn't think you could even speak!"

Y/N was scared. Terrified even. Her only plan was to run. Which she did. Her boots breaking branches and crushing leaves. Tears flooded her eyes, blurring her vision to the point she missed her step and blacked out before meeting the ground.

~T.S~

Y/N shot up. Her room still only her. Her eyes lazily found a clock. Classes started in half an hour. Giving her only time to really just change and lightly fix her hair.

Where for the next twenty minutes she tried to find her class. Getting looks when she walked into the room. Taking the desk in the back and not saying anything.

The red haired dean walked in, and never in Y/N's life did she wish she was anywhere else as much as she did then and there.

"Defense class, my favorite! Either you're going to end up in the infirmary or you'll come out on top. That choice is yours!" Her voice was cheerful to watch this day. "Hort! You're first!"

A boy with black hair got up. Smiling when the thought of this would be easy. Until a guard walked in. His smile dropped in a blink.

That's how the class went. Student after student. Most winning and only a few failing.

"Never Ever! Head out the clouds, it's you're turn." Lady Lesso let her voice carry. Bringing her back to reality. "Defend or be end!" She smirked.

That's when Y/N noticed the open circle in the middle of the room. But without question, she stood in the middle of the room. Her outfit on full display for the room.

That's what she wanted to believe. Not the fact she was in the wrong school. She believed it was the ruffly belt around her snug maxi dress. The dull red corset being her the reason for her lack of air.

The guard stood almost twice her height. His teeth bared and his sword ready for battle.

"Go!" Lady Lesso boomed. Waiting for any move to be made. Her eyes trained to how scared Y/N looked. Her smile growing as the wolf charged.

The two danced around with Y/N getting a few scratches. It was getting repeadative. "For Hell's sake! Just kill her!" Lady Lesso scoffed.

Y/N panicked when the wolf lunged at her. But without thinking, Y/N closed her eyes.

And when they were open, she stood covered in blood. Her vision was in all black and white and everyone was gone. She could hear her name being called over and over.

"Y/N! Back down immediately!" Lady Lesso ordered. Her hands both wielding magic. "I'm serious! You've proven enough to me!"

Y/N looked down. She found everyone. The guard was dead on the ground and everyone was backed into a corner. She stared then to her feet. Closing her eyes once again.

And when she opened again. She was the last one in the room. Tears fell from her eyes.

"Y/N." Lady Lesso called. She had just walked back into the room. Closing the door behind her. "The objective was defend. I told you to stop and you didn't. Not to mention you broke a very big rule."

"I'm sorry." Y/N whispered. "I c-closed my eyes, I don't know what happened."

"I don't know if this can even be covered. The class is terrified of you and soon so will everyone." Lady Lesso completely ignored the student. "They're going to kick you out."

Y/N looked up. Meeting the dean's eyes. And the concern and worry made her break. She ran off and straight into her dorm.

~T.S~

"She hasn't been seen since. She's missed almost a week of classes. I don't think she meant to do it." Lesso sat in the room with all the other teachers and The School Master.

"She killed someone none the less! That's one of your schools biggest rule!" Dovey retaliated. "She's a danger to us all!"

"She apologized and ran out crying! A true Never would relish in a kill. She's punishing herself. I don't even know if she's eaten once. She has no roommates, no friends, she's a Ever placed as a Never." Lesso brought up the the self-quarantine. "She truly means no harm. She just can't control it yet."

"Well, our only choice is to put her on trial. I'm sure the roles are clear. We'll bring in a mix of former Nevers and Evers to be our jury. Either they decide it was a harmless accident, or they decide it was on purpose." The School Master concluded.

Lesso huffed, but she was the first person out the room. Making quick pace to Y/N's dorm. Knocking on the door aggressively. Finding the door already unlocked.

"Y/N." Her voice carried through the room. A small hum dragging her attention to the open balcony. The green eyes wandered through the dark, picking out the girls figure sitting on the railing. "We need to talk."

"I'm leaving...tonight..." Y/N spat out. Jumping down from the rail. "I'm not going to fit in anywhere."

Lesso sighed. "You can't leave. We met and agreed that you'll get a trial. If the jury decides you didn't mean it, you stay."

Y/N shook her head. "I can't stay. I'm nothing but a murderer. Nobody will like me even more. After all, I'm the Never Ever."

There was a silence engulfing the room. Lady Lesso watched carefully as Y/N packed what she brought. Grabbing her by the arm as she tried to walk past.

"I...can't let you leave. Y/N you don't understand what power you showed me. You need to be here to learn how to control it. So, even if I have to sit her and block you until the trial, then so be it." The red head let her go, only slightly pushing her back.

And it would've been a normal fight, until Y/N crumbled to the ground and started crying.

Lesso stood for a second, not knowing how to handle this, but she was going to try. She was going to try her absolute hardest to help her.

~T.S~

The year had flown by. Then the next. And the next. Then finally it was Y/N's last year.

Over each year she witnessed a lot. The schools unite from two readers, a Nevers ball, a Evers ball, and she finally had a few friends.

Y/N thought she would be home and have a lot of explaining to do, until she was told she got the privilege to be a teacher. It would only be an idiot to reject the offer.

Lady Lesso had delivered the news to her. Which only surprised her when Y/N threw herself to hug the woman.

They had become extremely close over the years. It wasn't a shocker. Someone had to become responsible for Y/N if she were to stay. Lesso took that role. Having a hint of hope for the girl.

And they both, in the end, were glad Y/N stayed. She learned so much from her mentor.

Like what it feels like to be in love.

But of course, it would only be a silly, measly, school girl crush. A lot of people fell for the beauty of evil. God, was she beautiful.

"Thank you for everything," Y/N pulled back. Her eyes seeming so innocent in the light. "I literally couldn't have done it without you."

"Of course, dove. And because of your history, they're creating a class specifically for you to teach. Powerful Defense. You'll teach the students who have extreme powers. It's almost like an advanced class." Lesso hummed. "You'll do amazing."

A silence fell between the two. They just start longingly at one another

The other professors watched the interaction from afar. It was obvious the two were practically married without knowing it. And was it getting boring!

So, when Dovey walked by, she shoved past Y/N on 'accident'. Pushing the two incredibly closer.

Now they were centimeters away from kissing. Their warm breaths brushing past each other. They weren't moving. In that moment, it was only them.

"I..." Y/N whispered. She wanted to form any sentence.

"Come on, use your words princess." Lesso teased. Smirking at the intense blush.

Y/N couldn't breathe. How was this woman so calm?!

Stammering and stutters were all that Y/N could form. "Aww, look at you. Going all dumb for me." Y/N closed her mouth and stopped the noises.

"It's just you're so...so..." Y/N trailed of her sentence. Getting lost in the hands that squeezed her hips. Increasing the force when the sentence stopped. "So attractive!" She spat. Panic taking over her.

"Oh, you are just too cute for evil. It's why I adore you, always boosting my ego." She narrowed her eyes. "I'm gonna kiss you now."

"In front of everyone?!" Y/N shot her eyes open. Catching the nod.

"I'm gonna let them know you're all mine darling."

this is what natasha would do 100%

♡ FUCK ME! OWN ME! — natasha romanoff x camgirl!reader

word count: 5758

summary: natasha completely ruins you ♡

warnings: 18+ | brat-tamer!natasha romanoff x bratty!camgirl reader, dubious consent (?), fingering (reader receiving), daddy kink, degradation, mean mean natasha, pussy slapping, face slapping, cum filled strap, spanking, face fucking, nipple stimulation (slightly ig), age gap (reader is 23 and natasha is 41)

note: I’m such a whore for brat tamer natasha, this idea has been bugging me for the past few days 😵‍💫 hope y’all enjoy! Ps ignore the mistakes 🏃🏽‍♀️

“I know this exciting but.. the only person I’ll be doing the meet up with is the most most highest tipper in this stream! the meet up will be next week and the lucky one who gets to meet up with me gets to do whatever they want with me along with that before the meet up, the winners get to have special video for them as per their request!” the moment you finished, the tips began flooding in and the smile on your cheeks became bigger as you watched the money go from hundreds to thousands, after idly watching the tips come in, the biggest tip you’ve ever received popped up ‘Bl4ckWid0w has donated 20,000 usd’ and your eyes lit up like a christmas tree “wow! thank you so much widow!! that’s a really huge amount, I’ll text you all the details privately” you smiled.

“And to those who didn’t win, it’s okay, if I ever do this again, you will have a chance! Bye-Bye!!”

You ended the live and went to Bl4ckWid0w’s profile, you looked at her account, she had been your long time subscriber and probably one of your biggest donators. You knew nothing about her yet there were times where both you had interacted whether it be her asking you to do something for her by giving you a tip or by texting you to ask your day was, as little it was, you liked it when she asked you about your day, although she didn’t share anything about her, you were accustomed to her presence in your live streams.

Opening the messages you gave her the details, the time she could choose that since next week you were free without anything to do, you anticipated her message but were disappointed when she just texted you to meet up at café that was located 30 minutes away from your place on 21st november at 6:00 pm. ‘What about the video request?’ you questioned her, watching the text bubbles appear and the text come in clear “I don’t need it.” “Oh okay” you replied back. You didn’t believe it, ‘rude.’ you thought people would die to have you make a special video for them but here she was denying it, you wondered what type of a person she was, considering she spoke kind of rude online.

Still you were waiting for 21st november to come by soon.

Natasha had been one of your long time subscribers, discovering you while scrolling mindlessly through a camgirl site, when she first saw you were so inexperienced that it hurt, it was clear to her that you were just another dumb bitch who did this for money, but something about you drew her into your streams everyday, she watched you grow into a somewhat popular and slightly experienced girl, who fucked herself dumb on her biggest dildo, a gift from Bl4ckWid0w, smiling at every tip that came your way.

After working at her well paying but quite stressful job as a forensics psychologist she would come home, eat her food before watching you whore yourself out for millions of people to see, she simply couldn’t help it when her own hand bought her pleasure from watching you.

One day after much consideration she had decided to be a full time tipper to your live streams and she knew that was that best decision she had made when you thanked her for the tip whilst you bounced up and down on the glass dildo, smiling like an idiot while the tears of pleasure slid down your eyes as you chased your high, she thought that it was the most beautiful sight she has ever witnessed.

Natasha smirked as she saw you reply to her message before lying down in bed, falling asleep to thoughts of the things she will be doing to you once she has you with her.

Time flies when you are having fun, soon enough the anticipated 21st november comes knocking at your door. You put on your make up and wore your dress, which was tight around your body, after all you were probably going to end up getting fucked by this woman. You decided to wear stockings and your heels, grabbing your keys you locked the house and got in your car.

After exact 30 minutes you reached your destination. Walking into the threshold, you looked around trying to find the infamous widow. “y/n?” a voice called out for you, you turned to the direction the voice came from and were met with sharp green eyes and features that looked like they were sculpted by the Greek gods themselves. “I’ve been waiting for you” she murmured taking you in fully, the tight fit dress that you wore and the way you looked at her so starstruck.

“Oh hey! I’m sorry if I was late.” you said looking at her, a soft smile on your face. “It’s completely fine, I forgot to put any way to identify me, my fault. My name is Natasha by the way.” “I’m y/n, but you already know that” you giggled awkwardly and Natasha smiled. “Anywho I got us a seat near there, come” she said. Natasha walked over to the seats and you followed her, nervousness slowly slipping into your belly.

The café had a nice ambience, it was comforting and the seat Natasha had reserved offered a nice view to the strangely peaceful beach that was laying outside. “Order whatever you want, I’ll be paying.” Natasha said not even bothering to look at you as she perused the menu. You felt kind of discarded, you thought the person you would be meeting, especially one of your highest tipper, if not the highest, they’d be talking to you non stop, treating you like some queen. Clearly your expectations were too high.

“So.. what do you do, I mean as in your job.” you asked trying to start a conversation. She looked at you “I am a forensics psychologist” you smiled “Oh! I am actually working on psychology degree, it’s so nice to see someone else interested in it, so what aspect of it do you like the most?” Natasha was quite surprised, maybe she wasn’t completely right about you, you didn’t strike her as the type to be, well… smart.

“I mostly took it because I’m extremely interested in studying the human brain and human behaviour. I also liked the crime aspect of it, I guess. I didn’t know you went to college.” Natasha kept her answer short, she didn’t want to reveal too much of her life to someone like you. After all you were nothing but a whore on the internet, you weren’t that interesting in real life, maybe the only good thing about you was your body. You couldn’t help but scowl at her comment, ‘okay so she was rude’ you thought. “Have you decided on what you wanted to order?” she asked still not looking at you.

“Nah not really, the menu is not as colourful as I thought it would be, I’ll just have whatever you’re having” you said dismissively, for a café with such a good ambience the menu really didn’t do it justice. Natasha raised her eyebrow but didn’t question before getting up and going to the counter to place their order.

You watched as the ordered food was placed in front of you “so fast?” you ask. Natasha shrugged “they have customers to serve” “anyways after this we can go to my apartment” she said sitting down. “oh I don’t wanna do that” you certainly weren’t expecting that, well you were but you didn’t really think about the other aspects of well doing a meet up and saying “the winner can do whatever want they want with me” wasn’t quite tasteful but also because Natasha seemed to not be interested in you as a person, she didn’t look at you when you spoke, she had undermined you slightly and just ordered you around to go to her apartment so she could fuck you. Seriously? how inconsiderate of her to not even ask YOU what you wanted to do.

Natasha looked up to see your frownl, she just snorted “Eat your food, it’s gonna get cold. We’ll talk about this outside.” she said. You looked at her ‘oh. my. god.’ you thought this woman couldn’t get anymore infuriating but here she was, finishing up her pasta quickly and waiting for you to finish, she was on her phone, of course why would she look at you, you internally scoffed.

You ate your food silently, occasionally stealing glances of Natasha. You couldn’t deny the fact that the woman was beautiful, so incredibly beautiful. But all of it was gone because she was such a bitch, it wasn’t even funny. You knew from her actions that she liked being in control, too bad for her you always stayed on top.

“I’m done” you said breaking the silence and Natasha just nodded. She motioned a waiter to the table, and took our her credit card “here you go” she said handing the black card to the man. “I don’t know if I want to yknow..” you trailed off. Natasha looked at you before snorting “according to your rules, you said I’d be able to do anything I want to do with you, y/n” your name left her mouth and it felt a like sin when you felt a soft thump in your chest, damn her and damn her hot voice. “I have a lot of things I want to try out, yknow, considering” she leaned closer you watched as her green eyes, fearing that if you looked longer into them, you’d be sucked into a never ending pool, that you didn’t want to be in. “how much you can take.” she finished, leaning back. The soft smile on her face contrasted with the look on her face, you truly felt like a deer caught in headlights right now.

The waiter came back with the receipt and card, Natasha stood up, expecting you to follow her and you did, like a lost puppy, all ready for her. Natasha couldn’t help but smirk, the uncertainty in your eyes, something that was so foreign to your face, usually she had only seen you fucked out and crying, and she couldn’t ward of the wave of excitement that coursed through her when she thought about how she would have you, just like that underneath her in a few moments.

The moment you reached the car, Natasha pulled you in for a kiss. It was so rough yet so sweet— you’d never been kissed like this before, it was a kiss so primal, full of need and urgency. You felt her push into your mouth, tracing every inch inside,a gasp left your mouth and you pushed her away so that you could breathe.

Natasha looked at you “how rude.” she said fixing the shirt that she wore. “Could’ve at least asked me my permission” you snarked back glaring at her while simultaneously trying to ignore the wetness that grew around your thighs. “I’m not some common whore, okay? I did this so I can show my appreciation, I’m not looking to be treated like a slut.” you continued, you hated the way she made you feel, you hated the way she made you wet with one kiss, she was so rough but her eyes were gentle, and you absolutely loathed when you heard her chuckle.

“I don’t think you’re in a position to demand me for anything” she leaned down “in my eyes, this “event” is nothing but you slutting yourself out for money, after all there is no reason for you to be acting like some puritan” her breath was hot on your face, you flinched when she got even more closer, fuck her and her tallness. You were practically cornered between her and the car “when I’ve seen you come apart in many ways, multiple times in front of millions of people no need to act coy baby, I’m curious to see how well you’ll take me. Now, be a good girl for me and get into my car, before I have to force you in.” she rasped out against your ear, giving it a bite before getting into the drivers seat.

Realising there was no way out of this situation, you decided it was better to get it over with, you’ll just fuck her and leave. Getting in the car, Natasha flashed a smile to you before driving.

Her house was nice, like really nice. It made sense to you how she was able to spend money on you like that, clearly there was no shortage of money when it came to Natasha.

Natasha came behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist, she wasted in no time in leaving kisses over your neck. You couldn’t help but whimper. “Wait” you said. “Hmm?” Natasha didn’t stop “I want to be on top” you said no stated. Natasha laughed, “I disagree.” she said “remember sweetheart, you have no right to demand anything. why don’t you stop being a pushover and shut up” Natasha grinned before turning you around. “Oh yea?” you sneered before grabbing her collar, slamming your mouth on to hers.

Natasha growled at the sound of the teeth meeting, she quickly pushed you on to the couch and grabbed your hands pinning them over your head. Her strength was immense, you mused, but continued in trying to take the lead. Both of you didn’t stop until you had to break away to catch your breath. Natasha grabbed your shirt and ripped it off of you, you look at her wide eyed “what the fuck!?” Natasha just looked at you as the answer was obvious. “You’re adorable, trying to take the lead, but it’s pathetic.” she said “you’re infuriating.” “Oh I can be so much more than just infuriating.” She laughed before leaning down to tug at your nipples, they were pierced and the metal just added more onto the sensation.

“F—uck” you breathed out, back arching slightly against her as Natasha’s tongue pressed flat against your left nipple while her thumbs rolled the other one. “N-no not like it, it’ll hurt” you whisper, when Natasha tugged at your nipple, the only semblance of response you got was her smirk. She pinched your nipple as hard as she could while her tongue licked and sucked on the other “AH! D-DONT do that” you yelled, but the pain was so delicious you helplessly rubbed your thighs together.

You couldn’t help but mewl, when she licked your breast again, her hand was now kneading them, her lips downing on your stomach, so close to your core. You felt helpless, completely. Natasha was much more stronger than you, she held your hands pinned with one arm while the other inched closer and closer to your gushing core. You felt the humiliation soak your panties, “fuck you.” you hissed when Natasha gave another pinch to your hardened nub. Natasha didn’t have smile on her face this time, it was so monotone, you watched as she let go of your arms. “Wanna see something” she asked so eerily out of character but maybe she was just giving you a chance. “Yes.”

“Come with me” Natasha walked upstairs and you half naked followed her upstairs, most probably to her bedroom. You’ll show her how much her cockiness will last, you were sure you’ll have her begging.

You entered her bedroom, impressive. The king sized bed the laid in the centre of the room, the velvety blankets looked so inviting, the curtains were closed but you could see the moon light shine through the gaps. There were two large wardrobes, she didn’t strike you as someone who owned a lot of clothes, your assumption was proven correct when Natasha opened the wardrobe to show you the vast collection of sex toys that were in there, you felt your breath hitch.

Natasha reached out into the wardrobe before pulling out a thick strap which probably double the length of your longest strap “I assume you have no problem with this?” she queried “no, in fact that’s exactly something I would like to use.” you said feeling yourself getting a confidence boost, but it didn’t last long when Natasha chuckled “oh baby, who told you will be the one doing the work? you’re so stupid” Natasha mocked you before practically stalking over to you.

“Kneel.” she demanded, when you shook your head and stood your ground, she slapped you. The slap echoed across the room and you were completely flabbergasted “I’ve had enough of your disgusting behaviour, you’re such a spoiled brat aren’t you?” she spat grabbing you forcefully before pushing you down on the ground “fuck you.” you glared at her, but Natasha only looked at you with a smug smile “Now you understand, what you signed up for?” when she received no answer, she sighed “No answer? well I guess I’ll just have to fuck it out of you.”

You watched her adjust her harness over before putting the strap on. You hated to admit the fact that you’re aroused, the wetness that was pooling down was simply humiliating and you knew the moment Natasha saw it she’d mock you to the point you’d rather just crawl into a hole and disappear.

“Open” she said, you were defiant, Natasha felt the anger slowly start simmering inside her. “I said open” you pretended you didn’t hear her, your gaze was on the floor” “Y/N, I won’t say this again, open up you slut” she grabbed your face harshly making you look up at her “make me.” you spat before you could even react another slap so much more harsher slap was delivered on your face, your whole face recoiled from the force of your slap and you couldn’t hold the tears that dripped down your cheek in pain but nor could you ignore how your cunt throbbed at the violent action.

“I don’t want to hurt you, but if you are going to make this difficult, I’m afraid I’ll have to continue doing this.” She cooed stroking your hair her voice was so sickeningly sweet, something that almost made you want to submit to her and you did.

The sound of your sniffle left your throat before you could even control it and the humiliation of crying in front of her made you sick. But obediently you opened your mouth wide and couldn’t help but feel proud when Natasha smiled and patted your head, a sincere action— the kind of action that made you want to do anything for her. Just so she could do smile like that at you again.

But her gentleness quickly disappeared as she shoved her cock, hitting your uvula. Natasha completely ignored your gagging, the way you choked around her length, all of this continued to add on to her pleasure and soon she sunk into the complete sensation, slamming the strap down into your throat, you could feel the tears slip out and the spit dribble down your chin. “F-uuck you should see yourself right now, I wish I could record this and show this to your fans, you would love that wouldn’t you slut? you would be fucking ruined at the fact that everyone will be able to see you getting fucked like this.” she moaned. You mumbled in disagreement but she just grabbed your hair before increasing her violent pace on your throat “Daddy’s gonna ruin you, yea? fuck you so good turn you into my little cock slut, I bet you’re so wet at that right now, aren’t you bitch?” she growled kicked slightly at your crotch and you cried out in pain and delightful pleasure.

“Shit! if your mouth is like this I wonder how the pussy will be like, I bet you’re gonna welcome it like a fucking whore, bet you get passed around by everyone” Natasha watched as you tried to disagree but could only babble on her dick. “FUCK fuck gonna cum, you better swallow it” she grabbed your hair tighter before pressing her front into your face and soon you felt the sweet liquid slide down your throat.

You absolutely loathed the fact that she was practically forcing you to submit, you had no problem in doing so but because it was Natasha, you didn’t want to. Natasha made you feel all types of things, angry, infuriated and most importantly small. You didn’t know why during the short time you have known her, she had clearly established that you were not person but an object to her and that you’d be below her no matter what, it was demeaning but what’s more demeaning was the fact when she called herself daddy, you couldn’t help but feel something snap inside of you. But you decided to have self control, if Natasha had treated you with some decency instead of manhandling you and forcing you maybe, just maybe you’d be willing to call her daddy, but right now you were not going to give her the satisfaction of you completely submitting to her.

Natasha pulled out of your mouth the strand of cum sticking against your lips, she inhaled sharply “you look even more pretty like this” you glared at her. “Still acting tough, I see. Guess you won’t be broken that easily, huh?” she said more to herself than to you. Natasha grabbed your arm roughly before dragging you and throwing you on to her bed ‘okay. that was hot.’ you wondered how much she worked out, considering how prominent her biceps were even against the fabric of her clothes, your pussy couldn’t help but drool as Natasha got her fingers on you.

“Contrary to how you feel, your pussy loves being treated like this” Natasha said her smile growing as she watched your hole twitch, clit standing at full attention, she pinched it slightly make you jolt up.

Natasha ran her fingers up and down your folds before dipping two fingers into you, a needy whine left your mouth and you thrust your hips out to her fingers. “Feels good doesn’t it?” Natasha husked out, adding two more of her fingers and thrusting deeper into you, the hot sensation of your pussy parting to let her in, so deliciously inviting.

She starting thrusting in to you, so fast and so hard, the moans began slipping out more and you were being plunged more into that sub space, “FUCKK right t-there!!!” you sobbed when Natasha hit a particular spot that made you see stars. The room was filled with the sound of Natasha’s occasional grunts, the sound of your squelching pussy and your moans. The coil in your stomach tightened, “yes. yes. YES!” you felt that pressure build, you were so ready. No vibrator or dildo made you feel like this, you couldn’t deny Natasha was an expert, she knew what to do and where to touch.

It was so so good. You were probably going to have the best orgasm of your life, you didn’t even care if it was Natasha bringing you over the edge, you wanted to reach that edge, you were so close, so close, so full of her fingers until you weren’t. You were hollow, empty, the pleasure was gone just like that. Natasha smiled as she watched your face contort into a dumb founded expression.

“Surely, you didn’t think I was gonna let you cum after what you did.” the tears of frustration glazed over your eyes, you were so close that it hurt. “Why?” you asked “Do you think you deserve to cum after acting like such a spoiled brat?” Natasha asked eyebrows raised, you looked at her like she had done something criminal. “Fuck you.” you hissed.

Natasha chuckled “you’re not making this any better for yourself, yknow? just say it, say it. you know you want to.” Natasha cupped your cunt feeling the wetness dribble down in between her fingers, “now I want to you to count, if you don’t I’ll just do until you’ll be begging me to stop, and even if you beg I won’t stop.” she didn’t even elaborate on what it meant.

The slap that landed on your pussy felt so much more different than the one that landed on your cheek. You whined, but didn’t count. You didn’t even realise when Natasha smiled it wasn’t because of the whine that slipped out your mouth, it was because she loved that you were challenging little thing. So cute you were trying so hard to be all tough but it won’t be long before you were begging for her to breed you like her bitch, all of them did one way or the other.

Another slap this one directly on the clit and you cried out the pleasure running through your veins and you could feel the knot tighten again. Still you didn’t count.

“Come on detka, how long will you deny yourself pleasure. Do you enjoy me slapping your dirty cunt like that?” She sneered as your body twitched against her fingers.

You looked at her but something broke inside you as your eyes met, she was staring at you so intently that it felt wrong, she wanted you to submit to her this bad. You felt your resolve slowly crumble when she reached out to pinch your cheek, the action made you feel little, your brain felt fuzzy at this point. You were sure you had soaked up the sheets and that Natasha had noticed your legs quivering.

Natasha looked at you like you were piece of meat, another slap landed against you and your whined in need “one!” Natasha smirked. Another one “two” you were sobbing openly “fast learner aren’t you” another one on your cunt again and another one, another one, another one, another one, another one and another one. You didn’t even know how many times it had been, you just wanted the release that Natasha was teasing you with. “Please.” you whispered. “Please what?” Natasha asked her own arousal slid down her thigh, you were finally breaking. “I wanna cum, please” this is what she wanted, right? “Come on, you know there’s more than that, go on use your big words, puppy.”

You whimpered with need trying to use puppy eyes on her hoping that was enough “That won’t work. Come on just say the word, say it.” Natasha was slowly winning in her own game, you were just over the edge of falling into her web, once you did, Natasha was close to turning you into your perfect doll. She stroked your pussy again and smiled as your tears slid down your face, lips quivering.

Something inside you completely broke, driven with your own lust. You bucked your hips against her finger “PLEASE, PLEASE DADDY LET ME CUM” you yelled, no sobbed. Hoping that it will be over.

“good.” Natasha watched as you came undone on her palm, she pressed it harshly onto your clit. The muscles loosened, you were nothing but a crying mess for her. You breathed through your mouth, slumping down, unknowingly into her arms.

Natasha smirked before pressing you down on the soft mattress, you looked at her she was still fully dressed while you were half naked, panties ruined with your own cum and your shirt ripped and disregarded somewhere downstairs.

“Spread your legs, pup” Natasha commanded she spat on her strap, the sight made you whimper. “You want this in you?” “yes” you nodded furiously.

“Yes what?” Natasha frowned, were you still going to act tough? “'lease daddy want your cock in me, please” you mewled grabbing Natasha’s hand placing them on your breasts. She smiled smugly before lining her cock against your entrance before fully thrusting you out, both you released sharp moans. “Fuck didn’t expect you to be this tight” Natasha growled when your cunt clenched around her, you let out a long whine “daddy!” as she started fucking into you, so roughly as if she’s taking her anger and frustration out on your cunt, you felt so disregarded, as if you were just cum dump for her, a flesh light she could shove her dick in whenever she pleased.

“m— m feels, sooo good” you moaned gripping the satin sheets. Natasha watched as you writhe underneath her, this was much better than what she imagined, your cunt was holding onto her cock like your life depended on it. “Daddy faster” you begged and “oh fuck aren’t you a good bitch for me” “you feel so good, daddy wants to be in you forever” Natasha moaned against your ear as the harness brushed against her clit.

Her hands wrapped around your throat, gripping it tight enough for you to lose your breathe, all of this just made you want more from her, you wanted her to treat you like her slut, “tell me, tell me what you want from me, y/n” she said squeezing your throat.

“mm” you blabber out, you sniffled the sensation of being dicked down was overwhelming. “too fucked out to speak?” “ngh— fuck me, ruin me please own me I’m yours, yours! daddy please!! wan have your babies ‘lease!” you wrapped your arms round her neck, “gon- cum hhhn” Natasha watched as your cried out against her, your cunt squeezing her so violently, “daddy’s pretty whore, aren’t you?” she grabbed your throat pushing you down on the bed pinning you between the mattress and her, her cock going in and out in such speed that made you drool.

The way Natasha treated you was unacceptable but she made you feel so wanted the way she ordered you around, grabbed you, fucked you- you fucking loved it, you loved it when she called your her little bitch, you wanted her to treat you like that even more.

“daddy come with me please” you whine out, Natasha looked at you, her perfect doll. She felt her own orgasm come over her feeling you press down on her “fuck, fuck fuck fuck!” Natasha came inside you and you too came undone for the second time your broken ‘thank you daddy’ were music to her ears.

Natasha looked down at you, you were pressed against her chest, tears still flowing out. “Let’s get you washed up” Natasha easily picked you up, carrying you to her bathroom.

Both of you were inside the warm tub, Natasha had washed your body since you were falling asleep. “y/n?” she asked you let out soft “hm” “get out and get dressed” she said. You looked at her confused “I need to drop you off at your house” she said as it was obvious.

“Wan stay with you, daddy” you whisper snuggling into her neck. She looked at you were you still in the sub space? “No get up or you’ll make daddy angry” your head shot up, the sleepiness going away when she said that “n—no I’m sorry” you apologised getting up and practically rushing out the bathroom, Natasha chuckled as she watched you scurry away, she had you wound around her finger so easily, it was amusing.

You went out the bathroom and you realised that Natasha had ruined your clothes. You decided to sit on the bed and wait for her to come out, while waiting for her to finish up, you kept dozing off.

“Why aren’t you dressed?” Natasha’s voice caught your attention “I-I don’t have any to wear” you whisper, slightly embarrassed. Natasha sighed before going to her closet, grabbing a pair of her shirt and pants she tossed them to you, “make it quick” you hurriedly put your clothes on and looked at her “come” she said and left the room.

Both you got out the house it was probably 1 am, you shivered at the cool air and walked closer to her, it was pathetic really how this woman had made you like this, but you liked her, you were sure of it.

Natasha got in the car and so did you “where do you live?” “it’s kinda far” you mumble hoping that it would make her not wanna drive and let you stay with her maybe you both could cuddle and fall asleep together, you wanted that.

“Tell me the directions” and with that she started driving, you told her the way to your house and she didn’t answer, just nodded. She didn’t seem like she was in the mood to talk.

You shyly placed your hand over hers, admiring how big and warm they were compared to yours. Natasha seemed to notice but didn’t make a move to brush it off.

Just like that you fell asleep.

You were woken up by Natasha, “get up, puppy” she cooed stroking your hair. You squinted to look at Natasha who had a soft smile on her face “this is your house right?” she questioned “uh-huh” you mumble sleepily, rubbing your eyes.

You got out the car “thanks for dropping me off, Natasha” you said as you looked up at the woman “it was no problem, don’t forget to put some numbing cream on your thighs, I may have gripped them too hard” she said without a hint of shame. You flushed and meekly nodded. There was an awkward silence between the both of you, you decided to cut it by leaning up on your tip toes and pressing your lips against her, she was surprised but reciprocated nonetheless. Breaking the soft kiss you looked down “I really enjoyed tonight.. I hope we can do it again” you said barely above a whisper, you felt her palm on your cheek, stroking it affectionately, you nuzzled into her palm finding comfort in her warmth.

You found yourself be disappointed when she removed it and walked away, she got in the car and slid down the window “next week same time?” she asked and you smiled “okay” and with that she sped off, you stood on the sidewalk watching her disappear into the night. Turning around you walked inside your house, silently hoping that the days would pass on quickly so she could have you once again.

omg hear me out, so fluffy Sirius x reader were she’s getting protective over Sirius because their friends tease him about how he’s submissive in bed?🥺 just can’t stop thinking about the poor pup who’s getting all shy but proud at the same time;-;

good boy

pairing | sub!sirius black x fem!reader

warning | sub!sirius, mommy kink, teasing, mentions of smut

word count | 239

The two of you sat in Sirius’s bed, Sirius cuddled up into you, his arms wrapped around you, his head resting on your breasts. 

One hand rubbed up and down his back while the other twirled pieces of hair around your finger.

Whenever the dorm was empty the two of you laid together, basking in each other's presences, it was comforting for Sirius to calm himself with you. 

There weren't many words spoken between the two of you, Sirius came to you always overworked or tired, just needing your love.

Music played in the background quietly, both of you hearing the stomps coming from outside. The door swung open, Remus and James stopping in their footsteps, seeing the two of you together.

“There you are Pads, wondering where you were.” James said to his friend. Sirius whined in your arms, hiding further into your neck.

“Shh, it’s okay.” You whispered, kissing the crown of his head.

“Aww look at the little baby.” Remus teased, nudging James’s shoulder. “Have to go to mommy to feel better, you're her little slut aren’t you.”

“Mommy.” Sirius whispered in your ear, you smirked, seeing how worked up he got. “I’m a good boy.”

“Yes you are baby, don’t listen to them.” You whispered, “Make mommy so proud.”

His heart soared the praise, knowing despite how much his friends would make fun of it, it didn’t matter because he was perfect in your eyes.

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Smut request with 15, 80 and 106 with Bully/Jock!Wanda from the prompt list! I hope this is a okay request and feel free to not include a prompt etc.

For the past four months, you’ve been assigned to photograph Wanda Maximoff, a model in high demand for her sculpted face, her high cheekbones and bright green eyes, freckles that were soft as they spread across her delicate face. She was the ideal client, and you’d been working for her for several months.

But it had been no less than hell.

Wanda was a piece of work. She took every chance to belittle you, to insult your work and put herself above those who worked with her, but you, especially.

‘You consider yourself to be a professional?’ Wanda barked at you when you’d shown her the photos you took of her for a spring magazine issue. She got in your face and pointed at your work on the screen. ‘I look completely washed out and I have no presence in any of these pictures. You expect to be paid and to have me recommend you to other agencies?’

Not knowing quite what to say, you stayed silent and drilled holes into her skull. 

‘If you’re hoping to get anything from your privilege working with me, you’d better fix this shit,’ she demanded, pointing at the screen of your computer so hard the display warped into pixelated, abnormal colours under her finger. Wanda left the set, but not before pushing at your equipment and nearly having your tripod tumble down onto your keyboard. You stuck your hand out just in time to catch it.

In lesser words, Wanda Maximoff was a bitch. 

She was a woman who had peaked in college and had never truly grown out of her highschool-mean-girl act. Her pretty face was the only reason she’d ever gotten where she was now, and that thought soothed you when your blood boiled after spending twelve hours a day or more with her.

Tonight, it was only you and her in the studio as you photographed her for a large event she would be attending, so it was a very important shoot. You’d been going at it since before dinnertime, and it was now midnight. Everyone else had gone home, and unsurprisingly, Wanda let everyone go but you.

You yawn from behind your camera as you snap photos of her from different angles. 

“Sorry, is all of this boring you?” Wanda snaps as she looks down on you while you’re taking a photo of her from a lower angle. You take a picture in the middle of her scolding you with a scowl on her face and hold back a smirk at imagining releasing the photo without her knowledge.

“Frankly, yes,” you answer and stand up, flitting through the photos on your camera. “We’ve been at this for hours, Wanda. If I hadn’t gotten a good shot of you by now, there’s not going to be one.” You step off of the studio’s platform and walk to your equipment to look at the photos on your laptop.

Wanda trails after you, hot on your heels as she continues to shout insults at you. “No wonder why we’ve been here for so long. You’re a half-grade photographer who can’t work for shit,” she laughs. “There’s a reason why you’re failing at working with America’s top model, Y/N, and why you have to work late nights away from your shabby little studio apartment falling through, time and time again, to make someone like me look good on camera.”

You don’t know what, after months of listening to Wanda’s whining, finally made something snap deep within you, but before you knew what you were doing, you spun around and slapped the model across the face.

She stumbles back, gasping and raising a hand to her stinging cheek. She doesn’t shout at you, nor does she become angry, but instead her shoulders rise and fall shakily, her face shrouded by her hair. You step forward and take the bottom of her face in your hand, squeezing painfully.

“What?” you hiss, your face so close to her she can feel your warm breath on her nose. A sliver of humour flashes across your face. “Does that feel good?”

Wanda flushes immediately and tries to push you away, but you wrap your other arm around her waist and slap her again, stilling her body and making her look up at your face defiantly. Despite the way she breathed through her nose furiously, green eyes laced with rage as she looked at you, Wanda didn’t say a word.

You look down at her body, her low-cut dress and the angle at which you looked down at her exposing her breasts to you. She watches your eyes as they travel down her dress, and her breathing quickens. You step back from her and hook a finger around the neckline of her dress, exposing the bra she wore underneath.

“Take it off slowly,” you command.

Wanda’s body trembles with restrained anger, and something else you cannot place a finger on, but she listens and begins to strip in front of you. When she’s in nothing but her bra and panties, you tell her to take those off too. She argues, but you threaten to take your camera out and force her down onto the floor to take photos of her bare tits and spread them to every modelling agency. 

She unclips her bra and slips her panties off.

When she’s completely naked, you step forward and place a hand on her shoulder before shoving her down to the floor so she’s on her knees. Wanda yelps out but you cover her mouth with your hand and dig your fingernails into her cheeks. With your other hand, you unzip your jeans and pull your own panties down. “Open your mouth,” you say simply.

Wanda’s breathing is rapid now, shaky, but her cheeks are flushed and she can’t look away from your glistening core. Before she can wonder at what point you started getting wet, you take a bunch of her hair and force her face between your thighs. She tries to pull away at first, but you pull at her hair painfully. After crying out against your clit, Wanda gives in and darts her tongue out to run up your slit.

As you buck your pussy down onto her face, you take your camera from your desk while Wanda’s distracted. You lift the camera to your chest and angle it down to the model on her knees. Her hands are on your ass, pulling you against her face and moaning as she laps her tongue against your soaking cunt. 

When a bright flash flickers from on top of her, Wanda pulls away, her eyes wide and her lips parted in shock. She runs through her entire career in her mind, her life and her reputation. If the photo of her naked and on her knees, her face buried in her photographer’s pussy came out, everything would be ruined for her.

Needless to say, Wanda never snapped at you again, and never even dared to look you in the eye if you didn’t give her permission to.

BRO I SCREAMED CREAMED AT ALL OF THAT

#thebests

New Neighbor

Pairing: Camgirl!Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: A twist of fate brings you unexpectedly closer to the camgirl you watch twice a week.

Warnings: 18+ nsfw content; bottom!wanda, masturbation, fingering, voyeurism, exhibitionism, toys, dirty talk

A/N: Welcome to my first series! This one will be three parts.

Part 1 of “The Camgirl Next Door” | Series Masterlist

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Truthfully, you don’t remember exactly how it started. 

One day, you had inadvertently come across the account of one “Scarlet Witch” on some stereotypical camgirl website and ever since then, you’d found yourself tuned in for every show. 

But there was nothing stereotypical about Scarlet Witch herself.

For starters, she was absolutely breathtaking from head to toe, and god, you had seen it all. But she wasn’t just a pretty face - and a pretty body of course - she was so much more.  

She never came across as solely performative. Sure, she put on a great show, but it never seemed forced and she was beyond adorable when interacting with her subscribers. It sounded rather silly to say about someone you’d never met, who also did this for a living, but she always seemed genuine. 

You’d learned her name was Wanda. She was Sokovian and sometimes her accent came out when she was completely lost in her pleasure, her voice low and raspy. Certain compliments made her blush and when she laughed, her body shook as if she couldn’t contain it. 

Everything about her drew you in from that very first show you’d curiously decided to watch. You simply couldn’t get enough of her. 

After an especially tough day at work, you were looking forward only to Wanda’s show. You made it home just in time to hastily put together a quick dinner and take a shower before Wanda’s stream started. 

Once comfortable in bed, you pulled up her account on your laptop and scrolled on your phone while waiting for the show to start. When Wanda’s endearing nose scrunch graced your screen, your phone was swiftly discarded, your eyes glued to her like always.

“Hi everyone,” she said, sitting on her bed in a black silk robe, hints of red lingerie peeking out through the loosely tied front. She began reading her chat comments as per usual and responding to the warm welcomes. 

You sent a greeting with a tip and felt your whole body flush when she responded sweetly to your message. 

“Thank you WitchsGirl! I hope you had a beautiful day yourself.”

Even the way she said your username had you practically swooning and you imagined how your real name would sound in that voice you adored so much, sweet like honey but far from innocent.

As the show went on, you sent her a few more tips, one to encourage her to take some clothing off, another to see her edge herself.

You ignored the part of you that knew the real reason you were so generous with your tips was not for your own viewing pleasure. At the end of the day, you wanted her to feel appreciated. And if a small dollar amount could make her smile on a particularly rough day or help her buy that one thing she really wanted, you’d give in every time.

Not to mention, she was amazing at what she did.

Watching her touch herself, listening to her moans, seeing those long, pretty fingers stretch herself out - it made you feel hot all over. It also made your imagination run wild. You wanted badly to be the one getting those reactions out of her. 

You thought about her far more than you should’ve, wondering how she liked to be fucked when she was with a partner, how loud she could really get, what positions were her favorites, the list was endless.

And every time you sat there and watched her rub her clit in tight circles, her glistening cunt on full display, juices dripping down her thighs, you couldn’t help but wonder so much about how she would taste. 

Would she be sweet, or tangy, or both? Would she let you tease her until she was desperate, or would she grab you by your hair and fuck your face until she was satisfied?

As your mind spun with the possibilities, you were drawn back to the present by the sight of her coming undone on your screen. 

She looked like a work of art when she came, with her eyebrows furrowed so cutely, eyes squeezed shut, and her mouth hung open in pure pleasure. 

The whimpers that left her mouth made you uncomfortably wet and it wasn’t uncommon for you to join her, getting yourself off to the sights and sounds only her show could give you.

You felt a twinge of sadness as she began to say her goodbyes for the night, but you’d see her again in a couple days and you couldn’t wait. 

You became especially excited for the next show when she teased that she’d be using toys, blowing a kiss to the camera before ending the stream.

Despite the long and frustrating day you’d had, you fell asleep with a smile on your face and hoped your dreams would be filled with Wanda. 

The day of her next show caught up with you before you knew it. 

Work was busy, but the good kind of busy, and you arrived home so pleasantly tired each night that sleep came easily. 

It was your day off and you were making your morning coffee when you heard some commotion outside. Out of curiosity, since you did live in a rather quiet apartment complex, you decided to see what was going on. 

When you opened the door, you gasped at what you saw.

There she was - Wanda, Scarlet Witch, your guilty pleasure - moving boxes into the unit next door. 

You couldn’t believe your own eyes. The woman you fantasized about regularly, who had no idea who you were, was… your new neighbor?

A thousand thoughts took over your mind, none of them helpful as she noticed your presence. 

She’s even prettier in real life. I’m dreaming, aren’t I? Is she moving in? Oh god, how will I even act around her? Maybe she’s helping someone else move. Maybe she’s not. Her hair looks so soft. And her eyes… they’re the perfect shade of green. Her eyes that are looking directly at me, oh fuck. 

“Hi, do you live here?” she asked cheerily, setting down the boxes she was holding. 

“Uh, y-yeah… yes, I do.” You wanted to slap yourself for being such a nervous wreck in front of her. “Are you moving in?”

“Yes! Just signed a one-year lease,” she said, before shaking her head. “Sorry, my name’s Wanda.”

She held out her hand for you to shake, the same hand you watched her pleasure herself with twice a week, but you tried not to think about that.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Y/N,” you replied, awkwardly returning the gesture and feeling yourself flush as your hands touched for the first time. “Do you, um, need any help?”

“No, it’s okay! I’m just bringing up some of the important stuff and I have movers helping with the rest, but thank you,” she beamed, appearing truly grateful for the offer.

Doing your best not to let there be an uncomfortable silence, you came up with a friendly response. 

“Well, if you need any help, let me know. Or if you have any questions about the place. Anything really!” You rubbed the back of your neck, trying to physically force the nerves out of your body. “You know where I live, so…”

“Right, thank you. I appreciate it,” she smiled. “See you around, Y/N.” 

And with that she was collecting her boxes again to take them inside her apartment. 

You rushed back inside your own apartment, finally letting out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. 

See you around, Y/N.

The way your name rolled off her tongue had a smile making its way onto your face, but the other half of her sentence filled you with dread.

See you around. You would be seeing her, she was your neighbor now. You’d barely survived brief introductions with her and you knew this wasn’t the last time you’d have to interact with her. 

You were torn between pure joy and crippling anxiety.

And guilt.

You felt waves of guilt hit you as reality settled in. Wanda had seemed so excited to have met her neighbor, someone kind and willing to help. She had no idea you knew her already, and quite intimately at that. You’d seen her fully exposed, you were familiar with how she liked to touch herself, you knew what her face looked like when she was denied an orgasm, and also when she had one. And she was completely unaware of it. 

The guilt drove you to miss her show that night. 

You couldn’t bring yourself to watch, knowing she was filming it next door, especially knowing that in her mind, you were probably watching television or reading a book to relax for the night, not watching her masturbate on camera. 

It didn’t even occur to you that she might’ve been thinking of you that night, her attractive new neighbor, as she clenched around her favorite toy in front of her viewers.

You opted out of tuning in for the next few weeks.

During this time, Wanda had actually taken you up on your offer and had come knocking on your door with questions about the complex. 

She tried not to feel bad about bothering you, not when your face lit up every time she stopped by. 

Not even when she considered she might just be coming up with things to be confused about so she would have an excuse to talk to you. 

You certainly didn’t mind helping her, in fact, those brief moments were the new highlights of many of your days. 

The more you saw her, the more you were motivated to stay away from her online activities. Being around her felt way too good for you to mess it up by watching her shows and letting the guilt gnaw away at you piece by piece. 

Some nights, you swore you could hear her performances through the apartment walls. With red tinting your cheeks and heat pooling between your legs, you’d put on music to drown out any faint sounds that might make their way over.

It seemed that Wanda wasn’t seeing anyone, which gave you hope. She rarely had people over and the few times you’d run into each other on your way out, she mentioned she was going to see her brother or her best friend, Monica. 

You wanted to do this right, despite the occasional nagging feeling that you were lying to her, or at least omitting the truth.  

You felt especially bad when you had to feign interest in her work, asking her what she did for a living as if you didn’t already know. She responded saying something about online networking and you bit your lip to hide your smile at her cover. 

You knew you were crushing hard, so you tried to live your lie. As much as you really wanted to at times, you didn’t let yourself give into temptation. You didn’t watch her shows.

Until one night, when you received an unexpected email notification. 

It was a link for an “exclusive” Scarlet Witch livestream. It wasn’t one of her normal show nights and that piqued your interest. 

The email said she would be doing something extra special to give back to the most devoted of her viewers. Your curiosity outweighed your conscience, and you found yourself back on the website you thought you’d left behind. 

When she appeared on screen, you felt a mix of guilt and excitement. You had missed seeing her like this, but it also felt wrong and you tried to push that feeling down and just focus on her. 

She went through her introductions, saying hello and thank you to viewers as they joined and chatted and sent small tips. You didn’t want to seem cold, knowing you were usually one of her best tippers, so you went against your better judgment and sent in a greeting and a tip as well. 

“Welcome back, WitchsGirl, I’ve missed you darling. And thank you for the generous tip,” Wanda said into the camera, flashing a smile. You felt as though you could melt right then and there. She’d noticed your absence all this time and you briefly wondered if just disappearing like that was a dick move; you hadn’t even considered that she would notice, let alone miss you. 

Your thoughts were interrupted by Wanda’s voice over the stream. 

“So tonight’s show is gonna be a little different,” she started. “I would like to make a private custom video for my highest tipper. Whoever it ends up being, just private message me what you’d like to see in your video and I’ll make your dreams come true.”

Your jaw dropped. A custom video, just for you, for your eyes only.

You didn’t know if it was the overwhelming desire to see her in a way no one else would get to or if it was the jealousy that consumed you at the thought of someone else getting that chance instead, but your mind was already made up. 

You knew it was wrong, but you simply couldn’t pass up an opportunity like this. 

You started out tipping slowly in smaller amounts, just to keep up with some of the other viewers. But at the end of the show, when she was about to call it, you sent in the highest tip of the night, securing the prize as your own.

“Wow, thank you WitchsGirl, looks like I’ll be making something very special for you!” she exclaimed with a shocked expression on her face, followed by a suggestive smile. 

Your heart was beating fast in your chest, and it only worsened when you received a message from her after the livestream had ended.

Let me know what you’d like to see in your video, sweetheart &lt;3

You blushed at the pet name, even though you knew she was really saying it to the anonymous “WitchsGirl” and not to you directly. 

You thought long and hard about what you wanted to request, and then it came to you. You remembered seeing something on a website one time - a sizable dark red dildo with a clit-sucking vibrator to match - and thinking of her, Scarlet Witch. 

Is it possible for me to buy you something to use for the video?

You nervously pressed send and waited for her response, which came surprisingly fast.

That’s so sweet, I would love that. Just use the “send a gift” link on my page. 

You followed the link and purchased the items, smiling to yourself as you imagined her reaction. Would she think it was thoughtful? Would she like the symbolism? 

Before you could get too wrapped up in your own thoughts, you decided to message her back. 

Ordered, expedited shipping. I hope you enjoy pretty girl.

That night, you fell asleep to thoughts of Wanda, filming something just for you, using the toys you picked out for her to pleasure herself. 

Two days later, Wanda received a package. 

She knew it was her gift for the video since she wasn’t expecting anything else and she almost couldn’t contain her excitement.

She opened the package enthusiastically and gasped when she saw its contents. She picked up the large silicone cock first, mouth agape not only at the length and girth, but at the deep red color of it. She loved that it was a matching set. She focused her attention on the vibrator next, making a mental note to make sure she charged it or put in batteries, whichever was required. 

She set the items down to dispose of the packaging when she noticed something odd. There was a name on the package that wasn’t hers. 

It was yours. 

She frowned in confusion. Why would your name be on her package? Her mind raced with possible explanations, but she only landed on one that made sense.

But you couldn’t be WitchsGirl, could you?

Sure, she’d caught your eyes lingering on her before and sometimes she wondered if you liked her in more than just a friendly way, but until now she’d assumed it was pretty innocent. 

Then she thought about how one of her best and most adoring viewers had disappeared for weeks, ever since… the day she met you. 

Oh. It really was you. 

Upon this realization, she knew exactly what she had to do.

Later that night, you settled into bed with a cup of tea and a new episode of your favorite show on Hulu waiting for you.

You were about to put it on when your phone chimed with a notification, which you might’ve ignored if the “Scarlet Witch” in the preview didn’t catch your eye.

You opened it up and felt your body heat up at the thumbnail of the video link attached. Any thoughts of doing anything else went out the window and you were already opening the link, ready to see Wanda using the toys you’d bought for her.

A sultry “hi baby” was the first thing you heard when you pressed play and it sent a shock of arousal straight to your core. 

You bit your lip at the sight of Wanda sitting atop her bed in nothing but a lacy set of black lingerie, with two maroon-colored items in front of her. You were certain if you could see yourself in that moment, you’d be as red as her new toys.

“Thank you for these, I love them,” she said, running her hands along her thighs. “I can’t wait to fill myself up with this one.” She ran her fingertips along the thick dildo, then moved them to the vibrator, picking it up. “And this one… I bet it’s gonna feel so good on my clit.” 

She bit her lip and you knew you were a goner, already clenching your thighs together.

She took off her bra and cupped her breasts, massaging them as she looked into the camera. If you were being honest, it felt more like she was looking into your soul. She pinched and teased straining pink nipples, letting out affected breaths as she worked herself up.

“If you were here, I’d have you suck on them. Just the thought is making me so wet.”

God. You’d heard her talk dirty before, but never to you and you only. You tried to control your breathing as you kept watching.

She teased herself over her panties, stroking her fingers along the front of them before pulling them to the side and exposing her bare pussy. You could tell she was wet from the way the light hit her slick folds and you practically drooled.

She covered herself once more, much to your dismay, but you couldn’t complain when she was hooking her fingers in the top of her panties and pulling them down.

She spread her legs for you, using one hand to spread herself open and give you a better view of her dripping center. 

Wanda lazily touched herself for a minute, stroking her clit and dipping her fingers inside of herself, before she moved her hand to her mouth and sucked her digits clean. 

“Mmm, I bet you want a taste too, don’t you sweetheart?” 

Yes. Please. You wanted to plead out loud as if you weren’t watching a prerecorded video. It almost felt cruel for her to tease you with the prospect of something you’d wanted for so long.

She reached for the vibrator first and turned it on at a low setting. She swiped it through her folds before pressing the suction part to her clit and letting out a shaky moan. “Fuck, this was such a good gift detka.” 

You throbbed at her words, especially the term of endearment. You’d never heard her say it on any of her streams before, you weren’t even really sure what it meant, but it aroused you to no end.

She increased the vibrations and started letting out desperate, needy moans, her hips beginning to buck into the toy. She looked like an absolute meal, spread out for you, as she humped against the item you gifted her.

Her eyes were fluttering shut despite her trying to maintain eye contact with the camera and you could tell she was getting close already. Watching her let go and lose herself in her pleasure without the pressure of tippers begging for her to edge or telling her what they wanted to see was heavenly. 

“Oh, fuck, do you want-” she cut herself off with a whimper. “Do you want to see me cum like this?” She panted as she spoke, her eyes shut tightly as she teetered on the edge.

You wished you could respond and tell her yes, you wanted to watch her fall apart just like that. 

As if she could hear your thoughts, she kept the toy latched onto her sensitive clit until she was crying out. Her body shook as she hit her peak, her hips nearly lifting off the mattress. You were certain you’d soaked through your own underwear at the sight of her riding out her orgasm against the vibrator in her hand, her head thrown back and her face contorted in pleasure. 

“God,” she breathed out as she came down from her high. “I’m definitely using this again. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to put it down after that.” 

She laughed breathily at her own comment, but your gaze was fixed on the space between her legs, where a string of her juices hung between the toy and her messy pussy. You wished you were there to collect it into your mouth.

“I think I’m wet enough for this one now, hm?” Her words brought you out of your trance and you watched as she replaced the vibrator in her hand with the large dildo you had almost forgotten about. 

She brought it up to her lips, sucking on the head for a moment, and then moved it lower. She dragged it through her folds, coating the length of the toy with her arousal. You cursed under your breath - you didn’t think you’d ever seen her this wet.

She teased her entrance with the head of the fake cock, dipping it inside before pulling out again. You looked at her face, almost choking at the sinful gaze she was giving the camera, green eyes dark with lust.

Wanda groaned as she finally pushed the toy inside her aching center, her walls fluttering around the welcome intrusion. Your thighs pressed together tightly at the view of her filling herself to the brim, her chest heaving.

“Fuck, I’ve never been so full,” she whined, adjusting to the size. “It’s so big, you’re filling me up so good.”

You audibly moaned at that, beginning to think that if she kept talking to you that way you’d fall apart without even being touched.

She began slowly pumping the toy in and out of her tight hole, moaning each time it disappeared inside her cunt. You could hear how wet she was, sloshing sounds reaching your ears with every thrust.

“Shit, that feels so good, so fucking good,” she breathed out, increasing her pace. “Maybe next time I’ll ride it for you, would you like that?”

Your heart nearly stopped at her words. Next time? 

“Mmm, god, you know what I’m thinking about? You, wearing this, fucking me with it,” she panted out. “Do you want to fuck me slow and edge me all night? Or would you fuck me fast and rough and make me cum?” As she spoke, she began to thrust the toy with more force, her free hand gripping the sheets desperately. 

The thought of using the toy on her made you dizzy with lust. You imagined kissing her neck as you pounded into her or laying back as she bounced in your lap, making you beg to touch her. 

“I’m so close, detka, oh!” Her eyes slammed shut as the tight coil inside her became almost unbearable. “Fuck, Y/N, right there, I’m-” 

Before she could finish her sentence, she came, hard. 

She spasmed against the bed, her thighs seeming unsure if they wanted to close or stay open with how violently they twitched. Her moans came out broken, her mouth hung open in a silent scream. 

She gushed around the toy, cum spilling out with each thrust as she slowed down her movements. 

You felt like the luckiest person on the planet. You were insanely turned on by what you were seeing and hearing through your screen. She looked beautiful in the throes of pleasure, and the way she moaned your name as she hit her peak did unspeakable things to you. 

The way she moaned your name.

You hazily registered that she’d cried out your actual name, not your username, but you were distracted as she spoke again.

“That was… fuck,” she said, breathing heavily and attempting to sit up straight. “Thank you for these. I hope you enjoyed your gift as much as I enjoyed mine.” She had a goofy, blissed out smile on her face and you couldn’t help but smile back.

“Goodnight, detka, I’ll be seeing you.”

She ended the video there and everything that had just happened played over in your mind. How were you ever supposed to act normal around her again after this?

Not only that, but she’d moaned your name when she came undone. Was that an accident? Was she thinking about the real you while she touched herself and it just slipped out? Or did she somehow know that the person she was making that for was you?

No, there was no way she could know that.

You mulled it over for a while and decided to sleep on it. Your mind was running in circles and you were exhausted. On top of that, you were still extremely sexually frustrated. 

You tossed and turned, attempting to ignore your nagging thoughts brought on by the night’s events. Eventually, you did fall asleep, your exhaustion finally taking over your impeccable ability to overthink. 

The next morning, you woke up later than usual, deciding to make breakfast instead of coffee since you overslept. 

Spending time in the kitchen with some music in the background kept your mind off of things - thank god, you weren’t quite ready to deal with reality just yet - but a knock at the door interrupted the moment.

You weren’t sure who you were expecting to see, but it certainly wasn’t Wanda, looking adorable as ever in a skirt and black thigh-highs.

“Hi,” you managed, nerves kicking in.

“Hey,” she said, looking at you sweetly with those hypnotizing green eyes. “Sorry if this is weird but I was wondering if you had any honey? I just made some tea and I didn’t realize I ran out of honey…”

“Uh, yeah, I think I do,” you responded, stepping back from the doorway. “You can come in while I look.”

“Sure, thank you.”

You went back to the kitchen, Wanda trailing behind, and began to search the cabinets for wherever you might’ve left it. 

“If you don’t have any, that’s fine too,” she said softly. 

As you looked around, you didn’t notice Wanda coming further into the kitchen, where she leaned against the counter and looked at you with a smirk on her face.

You located the honey, but the next words out of Wanda’s mouth made your heart stop and the bottle fall from your grasp.

“So, did you enjoy my video, Y/N?”

Hi! Could you please write some angst with happy ending with Nat?? :)

Painfully pretty.

Natasha Romanoff x Reader.

Summary: Based on request.

Warnings: Angst (happy ending), Older! Natasha. 

Words: 934

“You said you wanted to talk, so talk.” Your voice was hard, and Natasha’s eyes flicked nervously. She gripped and relaxed her intertwined hands to stop from reaching out to hold you. You raised your eyebrows and tilted your head slightly, gesturing for her to talk but she stayed silent staring at you in guilt. You scoffed. “I’m not going to sit here like an idiot, Natasha. Either say something or get out.”

She looked so painfully pretty sitting in front of you. Her auburn hair was thrown up in a wispy ponytail and she had forgone makeup (probably to avoid mascara smudges, she knew this wasn’t going to be an easy conversation.).

“I’m sorry.” She wavered, then shut her mouth tight. You clenched your jaw at the dropping feeling in your stomach. You nodded and let out a dry chuckle. She was sorry. Great.

“For what exactly?” You asked, blinking unshed tears away.

“Everything.” Natasha answered. You looked at her incredulously. 

“And what’s everything, Natasha? Because you’re sitting here in front of me, telling me you’re sorry but you don’t even know what you’re fucking sorry for!” You started getting your teeth, mad at her dumbfounded stare. 

“I-I don’t-” She cut herself off mid-sentence and rubbed her face in both of her hands, sighing. 

“See! You don’t fucking know!” You stood up from the leather sofa, throwing your hands about angrily. “How about breaking up with me with a note? How about leaving me because you were insecure about your age, something that I told you didn’t matter and doesn’t bother me whatsoever… how about your sorry for fucking taking my virginity, making me completely open up to you and then not giving me the same back! God, Natasha. You- you can’t fucking sit here and expect me to forgive you after all of that!”

You stormed forwards and pointed a finger at her face. Natasha didn’t flinch, she sat there taking in every word you said, knowing she had completely fucked up. At this point, tears were streaming down your red-stained face. You hiccupped in a few broken breaths and blinked at her, waiting for her to say something.

“You know what, I can't do this anymore. Get out.” 

Natasha tensed up then started shaking her head. Her strong hands reached out for your waist and pulled you into her, her forehead pressed tightly against your stomach.

“Natasha-”

“No.” She interrupted. Your hands went to push at her head but she didn’t budge. “No, I'm not leaving. I’m not going anywhere.” Her words were getting rushed. You gripped her ponytail in her hand and pulled it gently, getting her head off you but it just fell out, the hair dropping so neatly against her face. The shaking of her head got more noticeable and her hands started gripping you harder, leaving marks on your waist.

“Nat-”

“No!” she sobbed. “You don’t want me to get out. You love me, I love you, ok. We are meant to be together, angel.”

The confession of her love, for the first time, broke you. You tried getting her hands off of you, peeling her fingers away from you but she rushed up and wrapped her whole arms around your waist, hugging you close, pressing her forehead on yours. You refused to look into her eyes and started pushing her away and thrashed around in her arms.

“Get the fuck off me! Let me go, get out.” You cried but Natasha just held you closer, rubbing circles into your back. After a few sobs you lost strength and collapsed into her, your head resting on her shoulder.

“I love you.” She broke. “God, my little angel. I love you so much, I do. I swear I do, let me love you. That's it.” she risked bringing a hand up to your hair and running her fingers through it. Your breathing picked up and you started choking on air. Natasha shushed you and held you firmly. “It’s ok, princess. Breath for me.”

When your breathing started to settle, Natasha leaned back. She brought your face in her hands and pressed tender kisses along your forehead, then down your cheek and across your jawline. “I fucked up, baby. I know I did and I’m so incredibly sorry. But I'm here now, and I promise you I'm not going anywhere. All I want is you.” 

You looked her in the eyes and sniffled. “Promise?” You whimpered.

“I promise, my little girl.” She confirmed and pressed a strong kiss to your lips. You started crying again at the realization that she was really here and kissed her again. Her hands stayed on your face, rubbing in tender circles with her thumbs on your cheeks. Natasha let you take the lead of the kiss, and smiled when you hesitantly pressed your tongue against her upper lip. 

Her mouth opened and she moaned, moving her hands down to your waist, then lifting you into her arms. You wrapped your legs around her waist and moved your kisses down to her neck, giving her the ability to see where she wanted to walk. 

Natasha groaned when you started sucking a hickey into her neck and started walking into your bedroom. “Sweetheart.” she stopped your kisses when they got a little too hot. “Why don’t we cuddle tonight, huh?” You were clearly very emotional and she didn’t want to take advantage.

“Hold me.” was the only thing you whispered before sinking into her arms completely and fluttering your eyes closed. Natasha smiled and kissed the side of your head.

“Always, my pretty girl.”

LMFAOOOOOOOO TRI GUYSSS

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Operation get Mr Bucky and Momma together

Paring: Beefy and Teacher! Bucky x milf! reader

Summary: Bucky doesn't play favorites but Amaya is definitely his favorite, especially because her mom is hot.. Cue a 6-year-old trying to get Bucky to be her dad. {wc: 2.2k}

Warning: a bit of bucky being insecure but not that much, Karen parent being annoying, bucky is a fool but amaya is gonna fixed it.

a/n: I've been sitting on this for months but I had to step back from this account bc of everything. thankfully I finished this before my electricity went puff but not my best job. pls have mercy bc I'm rusty.

Bucky knew there weren’t many male first-grade teachers. But honestly, it was his dream job. He was teaching the country's future and helping them become better people.

Also, 6-year-olds love him, especially with his fantasy land classroom he forced Steve to help decorate. Bucky loved being a teacher, and he loved his kids. Relatively easy to get up every day at 6 am when you love your job. 

That being said, he knows he shouldn’t have a favorite student. So it’s basically written in the teacher’s rule book. 

But Amaya was undoubtedly his favorite of his unruly kids. She was very spirited. Amaya loved helping out her classmates and talking to them. She was just the best student he had ever had.

She is amusing. Every day she comes to him with a story about her mom. Unfortunately, Bucky hadn't met her yet because she was busy with work. Still, he interacted with Amaya’s second contact, Natasha. 

At this point, Bucky feels like he knows her. How she likes tulips. Her favorite color is pink, which is Amaya’s favorite, but that’s a funny coincidence. He knows that Amaya and her mom go to the museum every week on the day they have special events for kids. Amaya’s favorite exhibit is the one about mythical creatures. 

“Momma likes the one with the paintings. She likes the one with the man who gives the girl a flower.” Amaya tells Bucky. Amaya always goes to Bucky’s desk after finishing her classwork because if she doesn’t, she distracts her classmates. Or give her classmates the answers, so this is the only way to keep her entertained. She always takes this time to draw something for Bucky to hang on his wall of drawings.

“Oh, Mister Bucky! Momma is going to come to pick me up today.” Bucky cursed mentally, completely forgetting today was parent-teacher conference. 

Talking to 6-year-olds was a lot easier than talking to adults. Especially when you are telling parents that their kids are having problems. The worst part of the job, honestly. If Bucky could just teach his kids, send letters to the parents, and never interact with them, he would. 

“Going to meet the elusive Miss (Y/N)?” Steve, his best friend, asked. Because of budget cuts, Steve was currently the art teacher for the entire school. Did he like it? Probably not having the kindergarteners put glitter in his hair, but he enjoyed a challenge. 

“Apparently,” Bucky mumbled, opening his lunch. Just a ham and cheese sandwich because he was running late.

“She finally showing up to a conference?” Sam asked, heating up his lunch. Sam was the history teacher for the 4th and 5th graders. He was also a pain in Bucky’s ass, but he decided not to think about it and focused on his incoming stomach ache. 

Fuck, now Bucky had to clean his classroom and prepare everything. What if one of those Karen parents shows up and starts complaining about stupid things? About how his classroom is Lord of the Rings theme and how that's bad for kids? Maybe about how he’s a male teacher? He is already spiraling.

“Oh, you are talking about Amaya’s mom? I met her when I was Amaya’s kindergarten teacher. She’s really nice and - “ Wanda started talking but was interrupted by her twin brother Pietro, the gym teacher. 

“She is also smoking hot. Like ultimate Milf in this whole school. ” He comments, which makes Bucky feel even worse because how will he talk with a pretty girl? He hasn’t done that since college. 

Wanda rolled her eyes at her brother and sat down next to Steve to eat her lunch.

“You’ll be great though, Barnes. She’s really nice, and you are a great teacher, so you won’t have any problems with her.” Wanda reassures her coworker. Bucky takes a deep breath and takes another bite off his sandwich. 

“And I still  believe my son should be seated in the front.” Mrs. Robinson complained, which she had been doing for the past hour and a half. Going past the hour dialogue they are supposed to be having. But since Amaya’s mom is running late.

“Mrs. Robinson, I understand, but some kids in the classroom require specific accommodations. Because of that, the entire front row is taken. So I can’t sit Tommy in the front. “ Bucky explained for the 10th time. Mrs. Robinson just rolled her eyes and huffed. 

Before she could complain again, someone knocked on the door. A woman in formal and professional clothing stepped into the classroom. Amaya popped into the classroom with the brightest smile.

“Mister Bucky! I brought Momma!” She screamed excitedly. Amaya’s mom tried to quiet her, but from Bucky’s experience, Amaya is impossible to corral. 

“Well, Mrs. Robinson, my 4 o'clock is here.” Bucky said nervously, trying to politely kick out Mrs. Robinson and her big-ass attitude. 

“We could discuss this further in another parent-teacher conference.” It took everything for Bucky not to roll his eyes. Fucking self-observed parents think their children are the only ones that matter, Bucky thinks to himself.

“Sorry for my tardiness; I got held up at work.” Amaya’s mom apologizes. Woah, she really is pretty, Bucky thinks.

“Don’t worry, Mrs. (Y/L/N).” Bucky says, trying to catch his breath. 

“Please call me (Y/N).” She smiled sweetly at Bucky. Bucky gulped.

“Let me get to the point; Amaya is a fantastic student. One of the best. She is above her group’s reading level. She writes pretty clearly for her age. No complaints from me; whatever you are doing at home is workin’.” Bucky explained, (Y/N) smiling at her daughter, who was too entertained with Bucky’s snowball on his desk. 

“Thank you, but I can’t take that much credit. Maya absolutely adores you.” Bucky blushes at her praise. 

“She’s a good kid; it’s easy to teach kids like her.” Bucky praised Amaya, who was surprisingly quiet. Which would scare Bucky because if there’s one thing he learned from teaching first graders is that quiet means trouble. But he dismissed it because she wouldn’t do anything wild with her mom right next to her.

“Thank you, Mr. Barnes, for everything. With getting a new job and having to provide for my family, you’ve literally given me so much peace.” (Y/N) leaned in closer. 

“If I am being honest, I was worried about ‘Maya’s performance at school. “ She whispered, but Bucky gave her a reassuring smile. 

“Amaya, could you please give these papers to Mr. Rogers?” Amaya nodded and grabbed the papers Bucky had handed her. Then, Bucky sent a text to Steve telling him to keep Amaya out of his classroom to talk to her mom.

“I haven’t noticed a difference in her behavior if that makes you feel any better,” Bucky reassured her. She sighed.

“I am worried about her. Ever since she was born, her dad has been in and out of her life. Now he has disappeared for good. Amaya has been acting like it doesn’t bother her, but no first grader should hide their feelings.” She confesses. Bucky wants to do two things. 1) kick Amaya’s father for being a piece of shit and abandoning such a precious child and her mom. And 2) himself for getting excited by hearing that (Y/N) is single. He can already hear his mother chastising him.

“I’m so sorry to hear that (Y/N).” Bucky said earnestly. She just shook her head.

“It’s okay. Any advice for me?” She said in a joking tone, trying to alleviate the tension. Bucky lets out a nervous chuckle. 

“Just keep being there. In my experience, being present and making the child feel like they have a support system is the best way to help them during this difficult time.” Bucky smiled at her. 

“Thank you. See you on Monday?” (Y/N) said, getting up from her chair.

“Yes. Definitely.” Bucky felt his heart beating at a faster pace. 

This school year was definitely going to be interesting. So Bucky thinks, watching Y/N walking out of his classroom.

What Bucky doesn’t know is that Amaya plans to make life more enjoyable. She was supposed to be sleeping, but she heard Auntie Tasha’s voice and decided to say hi.

“Nat, you could’ve warned me, you know!” (Y/N) explained. Natasha laughed, handing her best friend a glass of wine. 

“He is hot, isn't he?” Natasha grins. Amaya looked at her mom, who had a goofy smile. She has never seen her mom with a smile like that. 

“Ridiculously hot. And his eyes? Nat, his eyes are just so gray. I almost spilled my entire life story right there and then.” (Y/N) groans. Natasha just laughs.

“It should be illegal to have a first-grade teacher look that hot.” (Y/N) added, grabbing a handful of popcorn.

“Just wait till you see him in casual Fridays. That man looks excellent in a Henley. “ Natasha joked, but that seemed to disturb (Y/N) even more. “Look out ‘Maya you might have a new daddy.” 

What auntie Tasha said made Amaya think. Mister Bucky was her favorite teacher, and she wished her momma would be happy. Them together would mean that she would have Mister Bucky around forever, and Momma would be happy and have a goofy smile like that forever. 

That’s when Operation get Mr. Bucky and Momma together was born. 

Every day after finishing her classwork, Amaya would go to Bucky’s desk and talk to him. Most of the things she said were little seeds to push him to get close to her mom.

Today was different; Amaya’s patience was thinning. A week passed, and every day when her mom would pick her up, she saw the googly eyes her mom and Mister Bucky were giving each other. It’s time for the big guns, Amaya thought.

“Mister Bucky, do you have a dad?” Buck was shocked at Amaya’s question. 

“Yes, I do.” Amaya sighed dramatically after hearing Bucky’s answer. 

“I don’t… I wish I knew what that was like.” Bucky’s heart broke hearing that. Amaya had her head down, but Bucky couldn’t see her smirk. 

“You will one day. I promise.” Bucky knew he shouldn’t say that but wanted to uplift her and give her hope.

“Hey, Mister Bucky, maybe you could be my dad!” Amaya said, doing a complete 180 in her demeanor. Bucky almost spits out his coffee, and he starts to cough. But unfortunately, he fell right into Amaya’s trap.

“I don’t know about that, Amaya,” Amaya smirks. 

“But Mister Bucky, momma already likes you. You would be a great dad.” Was it embarrassing for Bucky that his 6-year-old student was trying to hook him up with her mom? Maybe but hearing that said mom liked him did give him a bit of an ego. 

“Really?” Amaya nodded enthusiastically. 

“She said that she really likes your eyes.” Amaya admitted. Bucky knew he shouldn’t be asking these questions. If Sam knew, he wouldn’t hear the end of it. 

“Is there anything else she said?” Bucky asked, acting casually as if a 6-year-old was gonna read his body language. However, Amaya is too smart for her own good. 

“I heard her telling Auntie Jen that she liked it when you wear red shirts.” Bucky made a note to buy more red shirts after school. 

“Is your mom going to pick you up today?” Bucky asked; Amaya nodded. 

“She said we were going to the mall today,” Amaya explained. She could feel her plan working, but who knows? Grown-ups were weird.

Bucky’s heart needs to catch a break. That being said, seeing (Y/N) every afternoon, his poor heart won't be getting any. Especially when she came in with her lawyer suits. It was like a punch in the gut. 

But what really hit him like a punch in the gut was what Amaya said when her mom came to pick her up.

She grabbed Bucky’s hand and pulled him towards her mom, who was waiting outside the classroom. 

“Momma, Bucky said he would be my daddy.” Amaya said with the biggest grin. Bucky choked on his own saliva and started coughing. While (Y/N) just started laughing. 

“Did he now?” (Y/N) asked her daughter, that was excited that her plan “worked.” 

“I- uhm. I didn’t say that she took it out of context. But, I mean- I” Bucky’s ramble was interrupted by (Y/N).

“It’s okay, Mr. Barnes. I know how Amaya can be. Don’t worry.” Bucky sighed out of relief. 

“Mommaaaaa…” Amaya whined; her mom just rolled her eyes. 

“Yes, ‘Maya?” (Y/N) asked in a snarky tone. Amaya signaled to her to lean down. Amaya whispered something to her. (Y/N) giggled with her daughter. 

“Mr. Barnes, would you like to go out for coffee someday?” (Y/N) asked, Amaya still giggling behind her mom. 

“I would love to.” Bucky said, which caused Amaya to do a little victory dance in the back. As if nobody could see her. (Y/N) turned around and laughed at her daughter’s antics. She pulled something out of her jacket, a piece of paper.

“I have to go, Mr. Barnes. Sorry for my little troublemaker.”She said, handing him the piece of paper with her personal phone number. Bucky was confused.

“What is this for?” Bucky asked, utterly confused about what this meant. 

“For whenever you would like to get that cup of coffee.” She told him, grabbing Amaya’s hand and walking towards his card. 

Bucky felt his cheeks heat up. He might admit that Amaya was his favorite student, even if she played matchmaker. 

He looked down at the card. Oh, he is gonna call.  

actually cried

The Butterfly Effect with Cara

Getting my moms to answer questions

Natasha Romanoff x Reader x their daughter

When Cara set up her filming station in her room, she hadn’t realized how exhausting it would be. She has three chairs all lined up together, box lights, a ring light, and a candle burning in the distance. Her camera is fully charged and ready to record. All she needs is you.

You both come barreling into her room with a bit of apprehensiveness. You more than Natasha. You’re both used to being in front of a camera by now. It’s a frequent occurrence but being in the “hot seat” by your teenager is a different type of scare. You take the seat on the left and Natasha on the right leaving Cara on the end. She sits with you two, phone in hand, and an arsenal of questions.

“Once we do this there’s no going back,” Cara warns.

“There’s nothing incriminating in these questions?” You ask with a brow raise. Agreeing to this might backfire in some odd way. Though it could be fun.

“Totally,” Cara nods before pressing record. She sits down and fixes her hair. This causes you to do the same. Natasha is cool, calm, and collected as she waits for Cara to begin. The young girl looks into the camera with a slight smile but otherwise chill expression. “Hello, it’s Cara, I have two very special guests today. My parents. Mama or Natasha if you know her. And my Mom or y/n.” You give a small wave to the camera while Natasha gives a slight tilt of her head.

“Happy to be here,” You say akwardly and before you know what’s happening Cara bursts into laughter. “What ?”

“That was so fake, Mom,” Cara giggles and even Natasha agrees.

“We both know you’re less than enthusiastic about filming this,” Natasha says.

“Whatever,” You pfft. “I’m here as a willing participant but if people would like to donate to my freedom I can leave my Venmo. You can put that in the description right ?” You’re only half joking.

Cara glances to the camera and then back to you.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea unless you want thousands of people requesting money from you,” Cara says. She looks forward again. “Anyway, these are my lovely parents. You guys have been begging me to get them in a video. At least 90% of my comments are about them. So, today we’re doing a mom tag or asking my moms questions that you’re too afraid to ask yours. Are you guys excited ?”

“I’m pretty interested,” You shrug at the same time Natasha says “ecstatic.”

“Okay,” Cara looks down at the first question. “I can’t promise that all of these are innocent so I’ll just start with whatever one I think is…” she scrolls down a bunch before picking one. “Do you ever get used to touching poop and vomit pretty much everday?” She reads aloud. She lies her phone on her lap to allow you to answer.

You look to Natasha first, giving her the space to speak, and of course she’s unbothered by it.

“I won’t say that’s it’s not gross,” She sits up a bit straighter in her chair. “I think since I’ve seen it all I’m more immune to it.”

“She’s definitely more immune than me. If you notice whenever any of you have the stomach flu or anything I send you to her.” You motion and Natasha nods. “My stomach isn’t strong enough for it. Though I think it depends on age. A baby to toddler it doesn’t bother me. Anything older and I would be throwing up along with them.”

“Fair,” Cara says. She goes to the next one. “Why do you tell us to take the chicken out of the freezer instead of just taking it out when you’re thinking about it ?” Her eyes fly back and forth between the two of you. “I have to say this is a good one. I’ve gotten in trouble plenty of times for not taking it out.”

“Hmm,” You think. “This is one of those things that I think is just passed down from generation to generation. I used to ask the same thing about my mom. I guess when you have a lot on your mind things can slip through the cracks. Also,”

“Some parents do that with a lot of things and take their frustration out on the kid for not doing that simple task and it’s understandable,” Natasha finishes the statement for you. “I guess there’s no real answer.”

“A mystery that remains unsolved,” Cara shakes her head. She taps her phone screen again and her eyes widen a little. “Okay, these are getting a little juicy. Just remember you agreed to the terms of the video so now we’re in a binding contract.”

“I don’t know how valid that is but,” You say as you lean over to view whatever is on her phone. “Oh. I guess that’s not too bad.”

“I’ll ask it then,” Cara shifts in her seat. “It’s a two parter. The first one is when was your first kiss ?”

“Our first kiss together or just in general?” Natasha questions.

“I guess together and then in general if you want to answer,” Cara waves a hand.

“I was 15 and my first kiss was with Bobbi Long at summer camp,” You’re more willing to answer this question than Natasha. Cara promises to bleep the woman’s name out. “That was the first and last year I went but I was kind of determined to make it memorable. There was this cute girl. We’d hung out the entire three weeks in her cabin and mine. So the night before our bonfire she pulled me over to some random bushes and kissed me.”

“Wow,” Cara seems to be enjoying the story. Even if she’s heard it before. “Summer camp fling. That’s kind of cool. Very rom com of you.”

“I think it was cute,” You look to Natasha for hers.

“I was 13, I think,” Natasha tries to think. “It wasn’t anything special. There was a girl in one of my classes I had the biggest crush on. She was a good fighter and dancer. So we had this huge dance thing where we were supposed to show our skills every quarter of our schooling. I faked not knowing so she could help train me. Long story short one day during our lessons I kissed her and that was the end of it.”

“Little Natasha had more confidence than big Natasha when it came to kissing girls,” You quip.

“Uh oh, what’s does that mean?” Cara digs deeper.

“It means for the first three months of us dating she didn’t kiss me,” You tap her thigh.

“What? You were afraid to kiss Mom? Why?” Cara instigates.

“She was intimidating and I’m not one to admit that,” Natasha breathes. “I was really confused about my feelings for her. I had never felt so strongly about a person and I guess I wanted to take things extra slow.”

“At the time we were kind of doing a long distance thing,” You explain. “She was still doing her job with the organization she was with so at the drop of a hat she would be in and out of the country. Her schedule is much more tame now but back then it was all over the place.”

“Very much so,” Natasha mumbles. “Then one day I took her ice skating. She taught me how to skate.”

“You didn’t know how? You’re such a good skater,” Cara compliments.

“Thank you but I was like a fawn when it came to that,” Natasha says. “I knew how but hadn’t done it since I was a child. After that we got hot chocolate and went back to her place. She shared an apartment with her friend Karen and Karen wasn’t home. So we cuddled on the couch with some movie I couldn’t pay attention to. I had been thinking about kissing her all night but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it.All of a sudden she turns to me.”

“Oh,” You cringe at the memory of your younger self.

“She turns to me and goes, ‘You do know you can kiss me,” Natasha looks into your eyes as she tells the story. Her eyes trail to your lips as if it’s that day again. “And I did.”

“Way to go mom,” Cara fist pumps. “So the next part to that question is when is the last time you two made out.” Cara actually grimaces at this. Partly because she doesn’t want to hear it.

“Last night,” You say bluntly. Neither of you looks embarrassed by it. “I can’t tell a lie.”

“Gross,” Cara mumbles to herself.

“It’s not gross you should be happy your parents still love each other and want to show and express that love,” You exaggerate.

“I’m totally going to edit this out,” Cara looks to the camera. “The questions only get worse from here so thank you for that.”

“Well the fans want to know,” Natasha teases. “It’s not everyday someone gets an Avenger and one of the best lawyers in the country on their show.”

“I should be so honored,” Cara’s voice drips with sarcasm. “Here’s one. Would you be angry if I came home pregnant?”

“Damn right I would be,” You answer. “I think a lot of parents are rightfully so. I do understand that teenage pregnancy wouldn’t be easy for the adults or the pregnant teen. Would we kick you out? No never.”

“I think that we are done having children so bringing another one into the world would change the trajectory of our lives but it wouldn’t be the end of the world,” Natasha adds on. “At that point it would be what’s done is done. We aren’t giving you permission to go out and get pregnant. We would just take it as it comes.”

“I like that.” Cara nods. “We have a lot of questions to get through but I’m going through the important ones. Okay, here’s one, who is your favorite child ?”

For a second there’s hesitation on both parts. Which Cara picks up on immediately.

“Ohh, come on, you can answer,” She rolls her eyes.

“We don’t have a favorite child,” Natasha answers

“You can say Paige,” Cara jokes.

“Paige is NOT my favorite child.” You laugh and hope everyone knows what a joke is. “If anything she’s at the bottom of the list today.”

“Really? What did she do?”

“She threw a tantrum for a solid hour,” You remind them. “My ears will never recover.”

“She does have a nice set of lungs,” Cara nods. “Seriously though if you have a favorite you can say.”

“We don’t though,” Natasha argues.

“Why wouldn’t it be you ?” You interrupt. “You’re smart and funny. You wipe your own bottom. I’d say you’re pretty high up there.”

“If those are the requirements I think Charlie would be it. Even James.” Cara looks to the camera to make sure that it’s still recording.

“Honestly, it depends on the day of the week,” Natasha says. “If you’re doing your chores and keeping your homework together then of course I like you a little more at that moment than the sibling who has a clear refusal to. It may seem really weird to say. I do want to make it clear that just because my child is defiant doesn’t mean I like them or love them any less than the child who doesn’t get into trouble. I think there are instances where some parents have a clear favorite and they allow that to cloud their judgment and their parenting when it comes to each child.”

“Yeah,” You fold your arms. “I will say there are some kids that when their personality is similar to their parents it may be easier to relate to them. That doesn’t mean you completely ignore your other children. As a parent you put forth the effort and make the conscious choice to bond with the child who may not listen to you as much or may get on your nerves a bit more than your other kids.”

“Parenting 101,” Cara makes a one with her index finger. “Don’t show that you have a favorite even though you may have a favorite.”

“Not what we said but,” You poke her.

“Mama, this one is for you,” Cara turns in her seat. “Have you ever blown a cover?”

“Never,” Natasha says simply.

“Okay,” Cara whistles. “Is that your real hair color?”

“Yes,” Natasha answers. Suddenly she becomes a bit more passionate. “Everyone constantly asks me that and I can proudly assure you that the carpet does match the drapes.”

“I can give eye witness accounts,” You say.

“What does that even mean?”Cara furrows her brow.

“It means you’re too young, next question,” Natasha laughs and you laugh along too.

“Dweebs,” Cara insults. “Mom, since you’re a lawyer, how often do you break the law?”

“Oh all the time,” You casually answer. “There are some laws out that you wouldn’t believe is even a thing. But for the sake of this video I’m going to plead the fifth.”

“Good answer.” Cara high fives you. “Have either of you ever done drugs ?”

“In college,” You tilt your head “when I was a fully grown adult and was out of my mother’s house and understood the consequences of my actions, yeah.”

“No,” Natasha answers easily.

“I’m kind of surprised by that,” Cara narrows her eyes to see if she’s lying.

“Your mom was the party girl not me,” Natasha raises her hands in mock surrender.

“You’ll have to tell me some of those party stories later,” Cara fake whispers.

“And give you ideas? Absolutely not.” You would never tell. “How many more questions do we have ? If we leave your siblings for too long chaos ensues.”

“Okay a couple more,” Cara points. “I heard my parents having sex and it gives me the ick. Should I confront them and tell them to keep it down ?”

“Ohhh,” You say sympathetically. “That’s…” you look to Natasha.

“Yes,” Natasha says. “It doesn’t have to be a thing. Just say something along the lines of ‘I heard you guys last night and it made me uncomfortable. Can you keep it down next time?”

“Yeah, I’d say just ask,” Cara shrugs. “It’s natural and I know if I heard something like that I wouldn’t be afraid to tell them. Well, with anything about sex I guess. Not just hearing it. We keep pretty open communication and I wouldn’t be embarrassed to bring it up. It’s just something to think about and just say it.”

Cara looks down at her phone again. “Oh a lot of these are about sex.”

“Is that really something we should be giving advice on to other teens that are watching ?” You ask. You’d rather those conversations be had with family.

“They’re pretty tame,” Cara shows you. “This person asked what do you think is a good age to have sex in your opinion? My parents won’t have the sex talk with me.”

“The biggest injustice we do, well for a lot of parents, we shield our kids from very natural things as Cara said,” You begin. “If you make something taboo and you hide things and you don’t educate your child you’re setting them up for failure. You’re giving them the opening to go behind your back and sneak. We have always given Cara the talk in several different forms. It may be embarrassing and awkward for us as parents but it’s even more embarrassing in my opinion to allow your child to learn about it from somewhere else and get the wrong information.”

“Yeah,” Natasha scratches her head. “We have also expressed that the concept of virginity and sex is not something we’re particularly focused on. Like we said with the teen pregnancy thing. It’s not the end of the world. We are big on being safe and being prepared and understanding how you feel about it.”

Cara agrees. “They’ve always told me it’s my choice. It’s not just the choice the first time it’s an ongoing decision every time you do it.”

“After high school,” You give a range. “I could give an age which sixteen and older is what I would categorize as more ‘acceptable’. At sixteen, you’re the legal age of consent in most states. Anything younger is not something I think is a good idea.”

“That’s a good question too. If you don’t feel like your parents are coming to you, you go to them,” Cara encourages. “You bring it up and maybe don’t be so direct. Start off with other conversation and maybe slip in that you’re curious and that you’re coming to then become you trust them.”

“Wise words,” Natasha comments.

“Last question,” Cara announces with a fake round of applause. “Are you proud of me ?”

“Of course,” Natasha answers.

“Everyday,” You reply.

“I guess that is all my questions for today,” Cara smiles into the camera. “Thank you for watching.”

“Wait when do we get to ask you questions?” You grab the phone. “ like when was your first kiss.” You hold the phone away from Cara’s reach and bring it up to Natasha so that she can see.

“Oh that’s a good one. Have you ever smoked weed?” Natasha reads aloud.

“As I said those are all of our questions. See you next video. Bye.” Cara rushes to turn off the camera. You all sit there and talk for another few minutes about how she’s going to be editing and what appropriate and what’s not. Overall it was a fun experience to have with your daughter.

Cara uploads the video two days later.

She gets 500,000 videos in four hours.

Comments

@ blxckwidowlover : Cara’s parents are so cool

@ natlovesmemost : I totally ship those two so hard

@ Steve Rogers | Captain America : Getting Natasha and y/n on a public video ! Bravo.

@ widowsuit69 : release the tapes!!!

@ Tony Stark | Iron Man : what a lovely couple. I should be on next 😃

sorry

Having horny thoughts of G!P innocent nat.

Her being a virgin because she was insecure about girls wanting her, but when your both at a part and dressed up all fancy, you start dancing and grinding all over her and she gets a hard on. you feel it through her slacks so you pull her away to your bedroom and ask her is this is ok. She doesn’t know what to do when you get on your knees and start pulling her slacks down, and then she starts nodding profusely and begging. “Please, please, please. I’ve waiting for so long. Don’t think I can do it any longer.”

“Yeah? Want to do you want me to do? Want me so suck you off, baby?”

You lightly trail a finger along the underside of her dick teasingly and she moans shout and her cock twitches. As she has had no experience and doesn’t know how to work a dick, she gets riled up really easily.

“y/n” she moans out, “I think I’m gonna cum”

“How pathetic. I’ve touched you once and your already going to cum. Only thinking about yourself, huh? Don’t you want to please me, Natasha? Or do you only want to make yourself feel good like a fucking whore?” You tease and she goes bright red and whimpers. You smirk and scoff. “Is this turning you on? Me talking to you like your nothing but a common whore? Of course you are, such a needy little thing.”

She bucks her hips forward and her dick accidentally hits your mouth, she goes to mutter out an apology but you stark licking the tip. “Fuck, feels so good.” She moans and starts writhing above you. You lean forwards and boldly lick all over her and start kissing her cock all over, leaving red lipstick marks on her shaft. Then suddenly she grabs your hair, pulls your face away and starts cumming all over you.

You shut your eyes so you don’t get any cum in your eye and she starts apologising. When she finishes you open then again and wipe some of the cum off your face with the middle and ring finger, looking at it and licking it off your fingers. She whimpers.

“How selfish. What am I going to do now? You’ve got me all turned on but can’t do anything about it, huh?” You say sternly and stand up.

“No, I’m sorry. I can. I can I promise. I’ll be good for you.” She gets on her knees and starts to pull your underwear down but you put your red stiletto heel on her chest and push her backwards, she almost bows down to you. “M’sorry. I’m so sorry, please let me help.”

You grab her ponytail and yank her head underneath your dress, resting your thigh on her shoulder and digging your heel against her back, making her arch into your leg. She gets hard again and starts licking you whilst humping your stiletto like a bitch in heat.

“Oh wow, you can’t even focus on getting me off and have to make it all about yourself once again? Imagine what everyone would think if they walked in, the big bad Natasha Romanoff acting all needy and little for me.” You moan out, getting close. She kitten licks you all over, not quite knowing what to do so you start rubbing your clit. “Cant even do it yourself. Pathetic”

You cum with her and she ejaculates all over your heel, staining it so you make her bend down and lick it clean. “There we go, doing something for someone else for once huh? That’s it, good girl Natasha.” She licks faster and you smile.

Haha whoops. Anyways.

NO NO NO NO NO NO WHY

Sometimes, when Sirius is sad he'll go and cry at the lake. And most of the time, a small black cat will sit with him until he feels okay.

Sometimes, when Regulus is sad he'll go and cry at the astronomy tower. And more often than not, a black dog will join him until he's calmed down.

Neither knows their brother is an animagus

The Date

Blog Details + My Library

Neville Longbottom x fem!reader

word count: 1.6k

warning(s): fluff, cursing, smut-ish, dry humping-ish, not proofread

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I can’t believe I agreed to another blind date. Tiffany owes me a lifetime of Cauldron Cakes if this doesn’t work out. The last time I went to one of these, she set me up with Justin Finch of all people and all he did was talk about himself. I just drank Butterbeer until he become barely. The date finally ended about two, agonizing hours later. As soon as we got back in the castle, we went our separate ways and I have not talked to him since.

Now, I’m sitting in Madam Puddifoot’s, in a corner, ten minutes early, trying to guess who my mystery date is. Tiff knows pretty much everyone at Hogwarts so it could be anybody really, but she only dates tools so I doubt it’ll be anyone good.

Five minutes go by before I hear the bell above the front door ring. It’s Neville. He looks a bit nervous. This is honestly the last place I thought I would see him. It’s not a very crowded place, so it’s good for an introverted person like him, but it’s a bit.. girly for him. But since he’s here, I can’t help but admire him. He’s gotten taller since we first got to university. He towers over a good amount of people at school. Even some of the professors.

His eyes wander around the room as if he’s looking for someone. Considering the only single person in here is me, I’m guessing that I’m his date. I get up from the table and walk over to him. His height is definitely intimidating up close, but his shyness makes it less intimidating.

“Hi Neville,” I say as gently as possible. I guess it works since I can visibly see him relax.

“Hi y/n,” He says not quite at a normal tone, but not a whisper either.

“I guess I’m your date,” A small smile wipes on my face. He nods his head, and we walk to where I was sat.

“I wasn’t sure what you’d like so I ordered an herbal tea. That alright?” I ask as we sit down. He nods his head again and I nod in acknowledgement.

It’s quiet for a bit before Madam Puddifoot comes back with our tea.

“Anything else for you dearies?” I look over at him to see if he wants anything.

“Ginger Newts? Please?” She warmly smiles at him and toddles to the back. The quietness takes over again. I reach a hand over and hold his.

“You don’t have to be nervous Nev. It’s just me.” His eyes soften and he lets out an exhale.

“Y-You’re actually the prettiest girl in our grade.” My smile can’t help but widen at getting a full sentence out of him.

“Only in our grade? Damn, looks like I gotta aim for prettiest in the school.” He smiles at that, and we drink our tea.

The conversation goes smoothly after that. He loosened up. Even started telling some jokes. I laughed so hard that people started looking over in our corner. We would just shush each other and continue laughing. As we finished the tea and Ginger Newts, we decided to go walk around outside. The snow hasn’t hit us quite yet, so the weather is bearable. I learned that he loves Herbology. He has almost every type of plant at his house. He learned that I had a crush on him from our 1st to our 3rd year. The time went by fast. Too fast.

We barely make curfew as we stumble in. Our laughing turns into hushed tones, but smiles stay upon our faces.

“Do you want to come to my room? I think Harry and Ron said something about going to Hagrid’s and Dean and Seamus snuck off somewhe-“

“Are you trying to get me into your bed Neville?” My tone is teasing, but his face still turns red.

“No! No! I just thought-“

“You’re okay Neville. Let’s go. I’ve always been curious as to what boy’s dorm rooms look like.” I take his hand and lead him to Gryffindor tower. The walk isn’t long. That’s a lie, it’s very long. Especially with all the steps, but being with him made it go by faster. We continued talking, kind of loudly, while the painting looked at us with disdain.

There aren’t many people in the common room. A few stragglers. Dean and Seamus are there, but they’re so wrapped up in each other that they don’t even notice Neville and I walking upstairs. He opens the door and sure enough we’re the only ones there. I walk all the way in and take a look around. It looks a bit different than the girls dorms. It also smells a bit different than the girls dorm. I can tell the one in the middle is Harry’s. Seems fitting as he’s “the chosen one”. Whatever that means. I look back and see Neville standing next to a bed.

“I’m assuming this one is yours?”

He nods.

“Wanna sit?”

He nods again. I walk over and sit down while he’s unmoving.

“Nev, I thought we got over the shyness?” I pat the spot next to me and wait for him to sit down. Once he does, I hold his hands and look at him.

“Have you ever been with a girl Neville?” He shakes his head no. I lift a hand to his cheek and look into his eyes.

“Do you want to?” He doesn’t say anything. Almost like he’s frozen.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to do anything, but if you do, I need a verbal answer.”

“I,” he clears his throat, “I do.” I smile and lean in closer to him. My nose lightly bumps his before I peck his lips. I lean back to assess how he’s feeling. His eyes are still close, and his lips are slightly puckered, stuck in this kiss. I chuckle and lean back in. I reconnect our lips and at that moment swear that I will study every day as long as I get kiss Neville for the rest of my life. He says he’s never been with a girl but the way his lips move against mine tell me differently.

My legs straddle his lap, and my hands move down to the side of his neck. I can tell he’s hesitant to do anything else, so I help him by wrapping his arms around my waist. His arms tighten around me, bringing up closer. I move a bit to settle on his lap and feel a slight bulge meet my clothed core. Our lips momentarily part, but not by much. He groans against my lips and it’s one of the most beautiful sounds to ever reach my ears.

I kiss his cheek, his jaw, his neck. He shudders underneath me which motivates me more. I remove myself from his lap and stand up. My top is first to go. His eyes are darkened as they stare at my figure. I raise my blouse slowly above my head. Only left in my lilac lace bra, I slowly unbuckle the belt to my jeans. I move them down my thighs and they fall down to my feet, revealing the matching panties.

“You gonna leave me half-naked by myself?” I tease. He gets up and takes his clothes off in record time. I try not to laugh so I don’t ruin the moment, but the way he almost trips on his trousers has me smiling to myself.

I take my place back on his lap and roll my hips against his crotch. My lips reconnect to his neck, and I kiss around until I find what I’m looking for.

“Fuck me,” I hear escape his lips.

Found it.

I suck on it while continuing to roll my hips. His noises become whimpers which goes straight down to my pussy.

“Can we- fuck. Can we try something?” I nod my head yes while slowing down my motions. His hands take a hold of my hips and bring me to a complete stop. I whimper at the loss of friction. My eyes move with the motion of his hands. He pulls his dick from his briefs and moves my panties to the side. He runs a finger through my folds and collects my slick, groaning at the feeling. He takes his finger and rubs it over his tip. It’s my turn to groan. I think I know what his idea was.

I wait until he moves his finger to place my pussy right on his shaft. He closes his eyes and I take the chance to place my lips on his. His arms take their rightful place back around my waist and I continue rocking my hips. His tip brushes up against my clit and I can’t help but to moan into his mouth. I rock a bit faster, and I feel him throbbing underneath me. I pull back reluctantly to catch a breath and his lips chase after mine. I’m embarrassed to admit how much that one simple thing turned me on. One more hip roll and my orgasm unexpectedly washes over me. I shudder and collapse into his figure but don’t stop. The overstimulation has me moaning in his ear. His hips start to roll up and meet mine. His soft moaning turns becoming louder, mixing with mine. His hold tightens and then his hips shudder to a stop. The sound he makes, makes me want to go a second round.

He loosens his hold and I look down in between us. His cum is still coming out in spurts. The sight alone should be in a porno. I take my index finger and swipe a bit of cum. My eyes close as the tanginess hits my tongue. The sound of the doorknob makes us turn our heads in sync. I reach over for my wand and close his curtains around us.

“Who’s been fucking in here? Damn!” Dean exclaims from the doorway. I hide my face in Neville’s neck as we silently laugh.

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She’s Mine - Continuation

Hello everyone! First of all, thank you so so much for all the love this fic has received from you! I can’t thank you enough for liking and reblogging this. From the bottom of my heart, thank you and I wish your nightly dreams be filled with Chris. <3

I have been wanting to write a short sequel to this, and I finally got the chance to do it now. Please enjoy, and like/reblog if you enjoyed this too. Thank you loves! <3

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After dinner

“Princess Aunt Y/N, will you sit next to me please?” Miles looked up at you and his puppy dog eyes almost instantly melted your heart.

“Of course, Miles. I would love to.” You smiled as you extended your hand for him to hold. Miles held on to your hand and walked you to the sofa where the family would be gathering for a movie night.

You were asked to make yourself comfortable on the sofa with Lisa, Chris’ sisters and the kids while Chris and Scott prepared some movie snacks. On your right was Miles, and on your left was Lisa. The other two kids, Ethan and Stella have decided to make themselves comfy with their mum and aunt with the blankets on the floor.

When Chris came back with a bowl of popcorn on one hand and a pint of ice cream on the other, he immediately frowned. “Hey, that’s my spot.” He pouted at Miles’ direction. Miles grabbed on to your arm tightly, indicating that he wasn’t going to move.  

“Oh, here we go again. No more fighting. Here, take my spot.” Lisa laughed while shaking her head.

“Thanks, mum.” Chris smiled at his mum. “I just want to sit next to Y/N, who’s miiiineeee.” Chris dragged out the last word while looking at Miles.

“No, Uncle Chris! I want Aunt Y/N!” Miles argued.

“Okay viewers, we’re back live again.” Scott announced from the sidelines, again, with his gameshow voice. You laughed and Scott shot you a wink.

“Okay, Miles, tell you what. You let me have Y/N, and I will give you a scoop of ice cream. Deal?” Chris asked.

“No way.”

“Two scoops?”

“No way.”

“Now, come on. How about three scoops?”

“I’m not a child, Uncle Chris.”

“Well, well, well. Okay man-to-man talk, eh?” Chris took a deep breath and puffed out his chest. “How about… the entire… pint?” He dragged out his sentence.

You turned to look at Miles and you could almost see his brain working out the mathematics. Nobody said a word for a full minute. The rest of the family were too invested in this “fight” between the uncle and nephew and were all waiting for Miles’ answer. From the corner of your eyes, you could see Scott, Carly and Shanna popping popcorn into their mouths like they are watching a movie.

“Okayyyyy.” Miles said slowly while putting his arms into a fold around his chest. “One pint.”

“Okay, de-” Chris opened his mouth but was stopped by Miles.

“One pint of double chocolate chip cookies ice cream every week for the rest of my life.” Miles continued.

“What?!” Chris was taken aback with the counter. “I don’t wike this.” Chris muttered under his breath.

“Oh, I don’t think I like this very much too! Imagine the dental costs!” Carly exclaimed.  

“Okay fine, we have a deal!” Chris said and extended his arm to shake hands with Miles. “Sorry, sis. I got to say yes. For Y/N.” Chris looked apologetically at Carly.

“Oh oooh! Do we have a gentlemen’s agreement between the two?” Scott continued to narrate the situation.

“Yes, we do.” Miles said and he shook Chris’ hand. Miles then turned to look at you. “Aunt Y/N, you may not be mine, but every night when I close my eyes, I will think about you. And you can share my ice cream with me.” Your heart burst with his sweetness and you gave him a big hug. “Thank you Miles. You’ll always be my Little Prince.” You responded with a kiss on his cheeks.

“Okay viewers, and we have the final result. Y/N is…. Chris Evans’!” Scott announced grandly.

“Finally!” Chris exclaimed, pulling you into a hug. “You’re mine!”

As soon as he said that, Dodger ran over to the two of you. He placed his paw on Chris’ arm to pull him away from you and barked at him.

“No, come on, you’re fighting her with me too?!” Chris’ brows snapped together, eliciting huge laughter from the rest of the family.

“And the saga continues.” Scott announced.

*checks the age gap between me and my favorite actors*

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