#she doesn't understand what it is yet but she craves it and doesn't wanna lose her

[vicktoon]

wednesday is bi on the aroace spectrum meanwhile enid is a lesbian in THEE deepest trenches of comphet imaginable together they are an ATROCIOUSLY confused bundle of baby gay angst

[randomshyperson]

Craving - Wanda Maximoff x Reader [Kinktober]

Summary: Work reports pile up between the kisses you two share, and even though you insist you need a break, Wanda craves for you.

Warnings: (+18), smut, bottom!Wanda (little bratty too), thigh riding, making out, teasing, top!reader, fingering | Words: 900

A/N-> Is this Kinktober or Bottom!Wanda month? There are no complaints from me, to be clear.

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A pile of accumulated reports took up much of your desk, yet in the room, there were no sounds of keys or pencils, only the rubbing of clothes and lips - Gasping whispers mingled as you and Wanda rolled over in bed.

"I really... need... work..." Lost words escaped between one kiss and another, but neither of you made any mention of getting up and ending the heavy making-out session. Wanda, in fact, firmed her hips against yours, both legs open at your sides as she ground deliciously on top of you, her lips never leaving yours.

You followed the rhythm of her tongue, and when she sucked, pulling out a whimper from you, you felt the smug smile on her lips and you took advantage of her mouth descending to your jaw to regain a little control over your own breathing.

"Wanda." You called out to her, once, twice, three times until she grunted impatiently and turned her gaze to you, dark and affected. You offered a small smile, your hands on her thighs. "Three days of piling up work, baby. I love you, but if I delay another day, the captain will come here and get me out of your room himself."

"We'll keep the door locked." She retorts as she leans in, lips brushing against yours as she speaks, and you almost give in. But you take a deep breath and turn your face away before you lose your sanity. "Please, baby, I need you."

You groan with the purposefully needy and husky tone she used against your ear, squeezing Wanda's thighs. 

"God, you're such a tease." You murmur, shuddering at the wet kisses Wanda deposits on your neck. "Let me finish at least a few, then we can play." You try to reason, but Wanda begins to suck on your skin. Once she marks it, satisfied with how you gasp, she whispers in your ear.

"But I want you now." 

"Wands, please-"

"I'm not letting you go." She interrupts you almost in annoyance, firming her arms around you, and you sigh, hugging her thighs.

"Okay, but I need to work, or we're going to get even busier and further away from each other." You argue, reasoning better now that she has stopped kissing you. Moving with some difficulty, you crawl across the mattress with Wanda on your lap, until you reach the table. You drag the item close to the edge of the bed and sigh again as you try to concentrate on the boring Avengers reports and not on your girlfriend's perfume. 

Just as you begin to understand what you are reading, Wanda gets bored, and bites your shoulder, causing you to exclaim in pain and surprise.

"Jesus, what was that for?" You question receiving only a guilty chuckle in return as she adjusts herself on your lap.

"Pay attention to me." She asks trying to occupy your field of vision as you try to continue your reading. "Y/N!"

You put the paper down, looking her in the eye.

"We've been fucking for days, and it's been amazing, don't get me wrong, but we need to work, Wands! I bet you have a dozen reports to fill out as well and-"

"I don't care." She interrupts as she sits on your thigh, biting her lip as she finds the perfect pressure. You squeeze the paper hard as you feel the heat emanating from her. "I really want to cum but if you're not going to help me, I'm going to do the work myself."

You open your mouth in surprise, a warm heat spreading throughout your body. Wanda raises her eyebrow in challenge, and you let out a chuckle.

"Go ahead then, I wanna watch." You retort, and she gasps slightly, blushing heavily over your gaze. But she doesn't lose her nerve, and you bite your lip as she begins to move, grinding slowly against your thigh. You know she is not wearing panties, both from the wetness you can feel and the fact that hours ago it was you who ripped the item out after showering together, but the information still makes you shiver.

Wanda lets out affected sighs as the friction is precise on her clit, and you flex your thigh to help her, receiving a satisfied smile in appreciation. It doesn't take long for her movements to fail, and she chokes, grabbing your shoulders.

"Malysha, please, I need more." She practically begs, bouncing on your thigh, her wetness spread all over your skin.

You move one hand to her waist, and the other to the sweaty strands of her hair falling in front of her face. "Oh, honey, but you were so confident about doing it on your own." You tease, and Wanda grunts with some frustration, her orgasm close but out of her reach. "Keep trying, it's hot to watch you."

She gasped in irritation, grabbing your jaw to kiss you hard, her hips never stopping moving, her pussy making a wet, hot trail on your skin. The sensation was completely intoxicating, and you had no idea when you dropped the reports nor when you pushed them to the floor to put Wanda on the table and sink two fingers inside her, but neither of you is complaining.

Not when she cums, not when she screams your name into the ceiling.

Only when F.R.I.D.A.Y lets you know that Captain Rogers has asked for a little quiet and prioritization in the work activities.

[callemreine]

Brave face, talk so lightly(hide the truth)

'All my life, I've just wanted to make things easier for them.'

Au August

Day/Prompt: Day 26 - Soulmate

Ship: Prinxiety, brief logicality, creativitwins

Word count: 3k (I'm so sorry I got carried away)

Cw: swearing / brief murder mention / implied death / crying / nightmares(?) / anxiety mention / caps / claustrophobia(?)

A/N: the prompt is your dreams are your soulmate's memories. The title is from the song "Sick of losing soulmates" by dodie. I wrote the first 1/4 of this a few days ago and the rest in one sitting and I couldn't care less about proofreading it so Im so sorry if there are any mistakes ;-;

@tsshipmonth2020

I see a girl in the distance. She has her back turned. Long chocolate-colored hair tied in a low messy bun. My hand is reaching out to her. I feel this sudden longing to be held by this woman. Craving her caring and loving words. Telling me that everything is going to be alright.

Wait. Why is she getting farther away?

She looks back at me with a sad smile. Everything gets dark. I let my eyes stray from her to look around. When was I in a hospital corridor?

"I'm sorry, Pumpkin. You're gonna have to continue our adventure without me. But, fear not, Little one. I'll always be there by you. You just gotta learn to know where I am,"

She caresses my cheek, giving me the warmest smile I have ever received.

She's gone, suddenly. I touch my cheek, still feeling the ghost of her warm touch. Along with… something wet? Am- Am I crying?

"Roman!"

I don't move. I feel stuck. But, also free, somehow. Just unsure of what to do, I guess?

"Roman! Wake up. You idiot!

"Roman!

"Oh, thank all things unholy! I thought someone was in our room, trying to murder us! You were crying, and- and whispering stuff! And it's creeping me the fuck out! And I'm not easily creeped out, you know that" Remus exclaimed as he sat on Roman's chest, grabbing his twin’s shoulders.

"Man, you're soulmate must have some twisted memories," He continued, getting off of Roman and returning to his own bed across the room.

'Yeah. Twisted…' Roman thought.

~*~*~

"You okay there, Sweetie?" Roman heard from where his head was buried on the kitchen counter. "Yeah... Just thinking about my soulmate again," he admitted.

"Another bad dream?" His mom inquired as she sat next to Roman, patting his back. "It's not just that. It's about the move. Like, we're never really sure which of our memories they see, right? But, they've seen all my memories from this place. Like, they know where I've been my entire life…" he trailed off.

"I'm just not sure how they would feel seeing a whole new different place… They don't seem to be in a place to experience a big change right now. All my life, I've just wanted to make things easier for them. And, yeah, my dreams don't really change that much. But, I make an effort, y'know?" Roman looked up at his mom to seek at least some kind of reassurance.

"I understand what you mean, and I think that what you're doing is great. And I know that you're gonna be the bestest thing that's ever gonna happen to them. But, I'm really sorry. We don't really have any choice with this move. I know your soulmate is in a dark place right now, but you can't always do everything for them. You're also your own person," His mom hugged him.

Roman felt like he was hopeless in this situation. And, he was always hoping for the best. For his soulmate or otherwise. Maybe his mom was right about putting himself first sometimes.

~*~*~

Virgil was in his first period when someone he didn't expect to walk into his classroom… walks into his classroom… They were wearing an army green shirt, a denim jacket with neon green highlights and spikes at the bottom, ripped jeans, and platform boots with more spikes and vulgar words written on them. To say that this man was familiar was an understatement. He KNEW this man's entire life THROUGH his dreams.

Virgil felt like he was trespassing someone's life. Like, he wasn't supposed to know the man. And that, they shouldn't be in any way related. Especially to their sibling.

He wasn't really ecstatic about meeting his soulmate. IN SCHOOL NO LESS. It wasn't really an ideal 'meet-your-soulmate' place for someone like Virgil.

"Alright, students, I'm sure you've all noticed that we have a new student right here. Now, why don't you go and introduce yourself, Mister," their teacher said to the denim jacket guy.

"Umm. Sup? I'm Remus Duke Kingsley. Nice to meet you all. And, if you see a guy that looks like me but without the mustache and wears red all the time, he’s always loud, you can’t miss him. That's my twin brother, Roman. The boring one," Remus says, yawning by the end of his introduction.

'HOLY FUCK, TWINS?!' Virgil thought. Fortunately(or unfortunately, depending on which part of Virgil's brain you're asking), Remus already gave him a vague description of who to look out for.

~*~*~

Virgil continues his day and falls into his daily routine, which mostly includes attempting to avoid being perceived by anyone. It usually succeeds if you exclude his friend, Patton, from ‘anyone.’ He only hopes that his soulmate also sees Patton in their dreams cuz, to be honest, Patton is the ray of sunshine everyone needs. Yeah, he was also friends with Logan, but he’s more like a moon if you ask him.

Virgil goes into the cafeteria and sits at their usual table, his back facing the entire cafeteria. He takes out a paper bag from his bag and grabs the sandwich he bought earlier, not waiting for his friends.

A few moments pass before Logan and Patton reach his table. “Hey, kiddo! You alright?” Patton says as he sits down. Virgil just gives them a nod and continues to eat. “I heard this morning that there were new students,” Logan inquires before Patton interrupts “Oh yeah! They’re twins! I have first period with one of them. He’s really nice. Oh! Hey! Roman! Over here!” Patton shouts and waves his arm toward a student that just entered the cafeteria. “Hope you guys don’t mind that I invited him over to sit with us,” He continues and flashes both Virgil and Logan a smile no one could say no to.

“Hey, Patton.” The guy says to Patton. “Hope you guys don’t mind me crashing your table. I’m Roman by the way,” Roman says to the other two. “Pleasure to meet you, Roman. I’m Logan. And, no, we wouldn’t mind at all,” Logan answered him back. Roman looked over to Virgil who just nodded and said his name. Roman then proceeded to sit next to Virgil but not paying him any mind.

And, though Virgil seemed to be calm about the situation, his mind is currently in flames having his anxiety and his gay panic fight over each other. Virgil is currently waiting for who would win, that's why he seems so calm on the outside. After finishing his sandwich, he was trying to think of something he could do to keep himself from leaving and be noticed. He looked over to Logan, attentively listening to Patton talking about the dog he saw this morning. Roman was silently eating his lunch, also listening to Patton, but looking around the cafeteria every once in a while.

It seems that Virgil’s anxiety won the fight because he decided that he doesn’t want to stick around with his friends and his apparent soulmate without doing anything. So, he stands up and excuses himself from the group. "Hey! Wait!" Roman calls after him. Virgil stops a few feet from the table to look back at Roman who was already jogging towards him.

"Virgil, right?" He assures.

Virgil nods. "Ok, there’s just something I wanna ask you. Are those two soulmates?" Roman throws his thumb back, pointing at the two left at the table. "Cuz, as much as how adorable they look together, I kinda don't want to be stuck as a third wheel," he continues.

"Oh. Yeah, those two are soulmates. Sometimes, I wonder if they ever do notice me every time I leave the table," Virgil elaborates, looking back at his friends with a slight smile.

"Umm. Class doesn't start for a few more minutes. I was wondering if I could join you for a while? Wherever you were going…" Roman trailed off, realizing he didn't know where the shorter male was headed.

"Uhh. Yeah, sure. I was just headed to the courtyard to pass the time,"

'Shit. Virgil, why are you doing this?! Why did you agree?! You have anxiety!' Virgil mentally scolded himself.

"Ok. Cool. I'll just go get my stuff," Roman flashed Virgil a smile before heading back to the table.

'Fuck. I am so screwed,' Virgil thought.

~*~*~

"So, what's the deal with those two? I mean, how did they deal with the soulmates thing?" Roman finally spoke a few moments after they found a bench to settle on. "Uhh, well. Logan is my childhood friend and the first day we started high school here, they both had a dream of roll call the other had that day, I guess? They both heard each other's name and boom. You got your glasses gays," Virgil discussed, reminiscing the events that happened that day.

Roman let out a chuckle at Virgil's last words, causing the other's heart to skip a beat. They remain silent for a while, watching the other students passing by.

"What about you?" Roman spoke up.

"What about me?" Virgil glances back.

"I mean, what about you? Have you met your soulmate? Do you know who they are? You just seem like an interesting individual to me, having to stick around knowing you're third-wheeling all the time yet valuing your time with them and your time with yourself all the same. Well, either that or I'm just embarrassed that I think you're uncomfortable with me here…" Roman rambled, rubbing the back of his neck, embarrassed.

Virgil chuckled, "Nah. I just get anxious when meeting new people. Plus, I think you're a pretty nice guy." They smiled at each other, Virgil feeling his face heat up, and looks away immediately. "And, about the soulmate thing. I think I have a clue of who they might be, I just…" he trailed off.

"What's holding you back?" Roman muttered, lowering his head, attempting to catch the other's eye. "I… I just think that my memories aren't that… for them. They're just this amazing and joyful person… I just don't think they deserve to see my bland memories every night,"

The pair fell silent, Roman feeling sympathy for the other. Virgil felt Roman shift in his seat before speaking up, "I don't think anyone's memories are ever bland."

Virgil looks up at Roman who has a far-off look with a slight smile on his lips. "I think that our dreams are what shows us what we're missing in life. What our soulmate has that we need and what we have that they need. You know, what makes you both feel complete when you're with each other," Roman smiled.

Virgil pondered on the other's statement for a while. "Is that... Is that how you feel when you're with your soulmate?" He said, being careful with his words. Roman sighed but remained smiling, "I haven't met them yet. But, what you said earlier reminded me of them. I always think they're a little different. My moms said that dreams are supposed to show my soulmate's memories. But, no one is ever sure which ones we see. Well, my dreams always have one thing in common… There's darkness every time…" Roman trailed off, looking more sad as he continued.

"Sometimes, they walk out of their house and, suddenly, everything goes dark and I see pairs of eyes staring at me as I walk. Or sometimes, they lie in bed and, suddenly, it's dark again and I'm stuck inside a box too small for me. But, there’s always this one dream that always repeats itself. Though, I'm not sure my soulmate's gonna be comfortable with me sharing," Roman finally snaps out of his trance and looks up at Virgil, looking embarrassed.

At this point, Virgil is now entirely sure that the person in front of him is his soulmate. He feels tears cloud his eyes so he looks away to play off wiping them away before looking back at Roman with pity in his expression. This is exactly what Virgil was afraid of, having his soulmate also experience the darkness that clouds him every day he wakes up.

"Wow… They- I- I don't know what to say… What are you gonna do when you meet them?" Virgil glances at Roman, pity still in his eyes. Roman let out a sigh but smiled, "I'm gonna give them the biggest hug they've ever received and reassure them that I'm always gonna be with them and that they'll never have to feel alone all the time ever again." Roman looked at Virgil with a smile. But, before he could notice the tear that fell from the other's eye, a loud shrill of their school bell rang throughout the courtyard, signaling the start of their next class.

"Talk about first impressions," Roman said with a chuckle, standing up. "Well, see you around, Virgil. I got a few more 'Hi, I'm Roman' to do," he continued, leaving Virgil on the bench.

~*~*~

I hear my converse squeak as I walk through the hallway. There are people around me, but they're all just silhouettes of the same familiar darkness. I'm walking to what seems to be the cafeteria. I sit down and grab my lunch from my bag. A few minutes pass, two figures sit in front of me. There's something familiar about them despite being two black silhouettes.

"Hey, kiddo! You alright?"

Patton?

"I heard there were new students," Logan?

Wait. Am I…

"Oh yeah! They're twins!"

Oh.

"I have first period with one of them. He's really nice. Oh! Hey! Roman! Over here!"

Before I could look over to… me…

Darkness. Again.

I hear muffled voices. Too muffled to be recognized.

I stay in darkness for what felt like hours before I get surrounded by light.

Too bright.

There's a silhouette in front of me. It doesn't have any facial features but I can feel it stare at me. Slowly, the light around me doesn't feel too bright anymore. It feels… warm and comforting. Similar to the feeling I have in my chest, along with a squeezing feeling. I feel tears cloud my eyes, but I feel happy, somehow?

I feel someone embrace me. I look up to see the silhouette. Its arms around me, like it's protecting me. I feel secure. I feel loved.

I hug back, breaking down in its arms.

"You don't have to be alone anymore"

I hear my own voice. I break down sobbing, seeking more of the silhouette's warmth.

I stopped sobbing after a while but remained in the silhouette's arms for what felt like hours.

"You gotta wake him up!" I heard a distant voice say in a hushed tone.

"No, he hasn't slept like this since who knows when… Something must've happened yesterday..."

I feel myself slowly drifting from where I was standing.

"We can just tell the school he's sick"

"On the second day?"

I feel someone caress my cheek.

"You can stay too if you want"

"Hey, sweetie," Roman opens his eyes to his mom in front of him.

"What's going on? Why are you all in our room?" Roman asks as he sits up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He eyes Remus standing in front of their mama. Their mom is sitting on the edge of Roman's bed, facing him.

"Well, sweetie. You see, you just had a full night's sleep," their mom explained.

"You looked so peaceful too," their mama added with a smile. Roman stopped to let the events of his dream last night come back to him.

"Roman, is everything ok?" Their mama walked over to him, tucking a few strands of his hair behind his ear. "Yeah… Yeah, I'm okay!" He flashed a smile to his moms, meaning what he said.

~*~*~

Roman hadn't been able to sit still ever since he got to school. 'Late', he should add. Apparently, he overslept while Remus and their moms decide whether to wake him up or not.

When they got to school in the middle of first period, they were excused because their moms were there to explain. With a slightly bent truth, of course.

Roman had to wait three(and a half) classes to talk to Virgil. They didn't have any classes together, to which Roman was bummed to find out. When the bell rang, signaling their lunch break, Roman hurriedly headed to the cafeteria. When he got there, he spotted Virgil just about to sit down at their usual table.

"Uhh. Virgil? Can I talk to you for a sec?" Roman felt awkward, to say the least.

"Uhm. Sure," Virgil replied, standing up. Roman led them under a tree in the courtyard, away from other students. They stayed silent for a while before Virgil spoke up, "So… what'd you wanted to talk about?"

Roman just stared at Virgil for a few moments, examining him, before enveloping him in a tight hug. Virgil stood frozen for a while, surprised at the gesture. He slowly placed his hands on Roman's back, still confused at the sudden affection.

"You're not alone anymore, Pumpkin," Roman said in a gentle voice, cradling the other's head. Virgil froze when he heard the nickname. His expression then softens and hugs Roman tighter, burying his face on the taller male’s shoulder.

"How did you find out?" Roman heard, slightly muffled by his jacket. "Had a dream about yesterday," Roman simply stated, not elaborating more. "What about you? You said you had a clue. Oh! That rhymed,"

They both laughed.

"I have first period with Remus and I recognized him right away," Virgil replied, his face still buried on Roman's shoulder. "Oh, I'm so sorry you have to deal with him," Roman chuckled.

"No, I'm sorry you had to deal with him your entire life,"

"Well, we're not alone anymore now, are we? Roman asked with a serious tone. Virgil parted a few inches from Roman, still holding on to him. He smiled as he looked up at Roman, "No, we're not."

This might be the last one I'll do for AU august but I'm also deciding if I should go back to the prompts I missed when I was sick hmm

I wish I included Remus more in this but it was already 3k words and thats the longest I've ever written so maybe its for the best XD

[daisydaria]

I used to be religious back then. I took my oath to catechism a few years back, and did a number of volunteering for children and youth. I used to attend mass every Saturday, bible service on Wednesdays, and high mass on special occasions. Things happened and it changed, yet I never lose faith or belief that in this cruel and imperfect world, there is still an omnipotent being.

For years, it did not bother me at all. In fact, the thought of no longer being an active member of the church did not occur to me, not until today, when I got the chance to discuss with one of my students I shall refer as QRS in regards to the question, "does God really exist?".

QRS has been my student for some time now in Writing, Philosophy, and Ethics. She grew up in an atheistic Danish household. I handled introductory courses on Philosophy and Ethics back then, and yet I never find myself comfortable to discuss things that aren't just simply answerable by an equation, a formula, or a test. Philosophy is a critical and comprehensive thought process developed by humans that most likely started at any place in the distant past when suddenly someone started to question why they were born, what their purpose was, and what could be the meaning of their lives.

The question, "does God really exist?", is something I wish my students would not ask me. Why? First, because I am bad at memorizing Bible verses. A once catechist as I was, it's not believable that I can't even spit out a verse. Second, religion is complicated. It is founded on faith. When a student - raised to stick on facts rather than faith - asks you questions like this, they would crave for history, evidence, facts, proof, and that is not how religion works. The question, "does God exist", is not simply answerable by using the rules of MDAS. I wish I could simply say, "yes, because of the gravity of the earth", but no, it's not how it is.

QRS is really smart. She gave me reasons on why she believes that God is just a concept humans created out of despair. I tried to discuss it the way a Philosophy teacher is expected to do, and she said, "fvck theories, I wanna hear your personal take".

For a moment, I thought hard and I knew I could never give her an answer based on well studied findings. Thoughts of how I was once a catechist came back. At some point, I was once like QRS. I also pondered on the thought of whether God really exists. When I did all the catechism, did I really put to heart the things I read? Did I really tap my soul to things I can't understand?

In the end, I wasn't able to give her any reference in the bible to prove that God exists. Instead, I told her about things I realized while I was trying to firmly believe that God is just a myth. This was a time when I turned my back on God because I overlooked the fact that it's the other church members who hurt me, not God. During this time, I watched documentaries, read books and articles, in my attempts to change my thoughts on religion. For a little while, I clung onto the thought that everything came to be because of some particles colliding. Then randomly, I stumbled upon an article from a Nobel Laureate in Physics, I forgot his name. He said something that goes like he believes in God because he just doesn't see the sense that the universe and our existence just happen to be a product of some cosmic accident, that life is possible because some processes just happen to have the right properties. And that really stayed in my mind. Somewhere I read that the planets are constantly moving. The Earth never changes its course. If it gets one degree closer to the Sun, it will burn. If it gets one degree apart, it will freeze. I don't want to simply say these are all just a coincidence so I could sleep at night.

I also remember what young Sheldon told his mother when she was in the middle of a life crisis. Ironically, young Sheldon is an atheist and a huge fan of Science and reason. He told his mother that if gravity were slightly more powerful, the universe would collapse into a ball. Also, if gravity were slightly less powerful, the universe would fly apart and there would be no more stars or planets. Gravity is precisely as strong as it should be. If the ratio of the electromagnetic force to the strong force wasn't one percent, life wouldn't exist. What are the odds that would happen all by itself?

QRS and I talked more about how sometimes our attempts to find the answers about the universe lie in our everyday experience. We had a great time. Before our class ended, she asked me this, "teacher, I will see you again in a month. Thank you for everything. Tell me, do you hate me for not believing in God?", and just like what I always say, I answered, "no. I did not. Life is a journey. You must be the seeker of your own light. I'll see you again in a month".