#song of sway lake fic

[angst-fairygodmother]

Bound Goddess (Oliver Sway x Jess O’Neill)

A/N: I have nothing to say here. No explanation, just an offering. Of tender, romantic porn. Word Count: numbers baby Rating: E - bondage, mild sensory deprivation, oral (male receiving and female receiving), body worship, multiple orgasms, language, mixed metaphors probably

His long, deft fingers followed the line of rope down her body, along where it traced the curve of her breast before winding around her hips and looping up again. She shivered at his touch, nerves alight. Behind her, the thin gray material continued to twine like snakes around her, spiraling down her arms to meet itself at her wrists. Her hands were clasped in prayer to him, her servant-god, and pressed into the hollow at the base of her spine. 

Satisfied with the way each length lay, he drew back and she caught her lower lip between her teeth in a desperate attempt to hold back a whine so early on in the night. He placed a hand in the graceful curve of where her neck and shoulder met, fingers curling around and thumb caressing the column of her throat. He pressed lightly, guiding her down on her knees for him. Her stuttered gasp became a ragged moan as the pressure threatened, promised, that he might restrict the air from reaching her lungs. In this new position, she leaned back, presenting herself to him, completely under his dominion, and he knew that if he removed the scarf that had been secured over her eyes they would be blown wide with need and hunger. 

He was struck suddenly by the knowledge that she was the most beautiful woman to ever live, the sight of her like this a gift, from the universe and more importantly from her. He couldn't help but pause and stare in adoration and worship. 

He bent over her, fingers tangled into her fiery locks to angle her head just right, and mouth devouring as it moved, slow and steady, against hers. He kissed her until his lungs burned, not wanting to let her go for even a moment. Her tongue worked just as much as his, probing and mapping, as if they did not have every inch of each other already memorized, a tiny act of rebellion against the absolute control she had given him, and it made him ache for her even more. 

“I love you,” he breathed as he slowly, reluctantly, pulled away again. 

Her kiss bruised lips moved haltingly, as if searching for him still and another small whine escaped her at his absence. He smiled softly at that, running the pad of his thumb over her pout, only to be the one to gasp as she darted forward to draw it in, swirling her tongue around it in a way that could only be called obscene.

“Oh is that how it's going to be? Why don't I give you something better to suck on, my gorgeous minx?” He aimed for it to be a growl but he couldn't help his own breathlessness, the anticipation making him ache, even as the one in control. He couldn't even imagine the way she must be feeling. 

“Please?” Her voice was small, unexpectedly fragile as a butterfly's wing and he paused. 

“Jess?” He said, all pretense and playact dropping. “Are you okay?”

He was already reaching for the first binding, anxiety swelling his throat, when she laughed, the sound washing over him like the bubble of cool creek. 

“Oh Ollie,” her voice was soothing, but still tinged with a rasp of lust that made his pulse race in a much better way. “I'm more than okay. Horny as shit, but this feels…incredible. Now will you pleeease let me suck your fucking cock before I explode?”

Reassured, he stepped back to shimmy off his boxers, breathing a sigh of relief as the currently too tight cotton fell to his ankles. At the soft sound of fabric hitting the floor, Jess opened her mouth in a salacious “O”, waiting. He paused again, her warm breath fanning over his tip and making him shiver, feeling a small measure of guilt at treating her like just a hole to stick himself in, even though it was what she wanted at that moment, and what they had discussed well before, even though he wanted it too. 

“Ollie?” she leaned back to place some distance between them. “Do you want to stop?”

“No!” he practically yelped in a rush. He just needed to…get out of his own head.

“We can if you need to. Or…” she smiled that gentle, knowing smile that he loved so well. “Do you need me to take the lead here, just a bit?”

“I…” his cheeks flushed hotly and he was grateful that she couldn’t see him. “...yeah. Yeah, I think that would help.” 

She nodded. “I’m yours, however you want me, leading or following.” 

He couldn’t resist reaching out for her, a brush of her cheek to tell her…everything he couldn’t put into words, especially with her still so beautiful and bound and naked and understanding before him. She leaned into the touch, turning her head to kiss the palm of his hand in answer, lingering for a moment before shifting forward again into their previous position.

His fingers carded lightly into her hair, part instinct and part signal that he was ready now, whenever she was. 

In a smooth motion, despite the constriction on her and her limited range of balance, she moved forward and curled her lips around his shaft, sinking slowly further until she had taken all of him inside. He groaned, enraptured, as she slid her tongue along him and drew back, nearly all the way, the cool air a scintillating counter to her warmth. She repeated the action a few times, hollowing her cheeks and slowly increasing speed as his fingers tightened in her hair. He wasn’t sure exactly when he joined her in movement, chasing her mouth when it retreated, bucking wildly, breaths short and ragged. The tug and press of his hands on her scalp drew moans and soft mewls of pleasure from her as she continued to work him to a frenzy. 

It was a blissful eternity and still all too soon when sparks began to dance in his vision and he barely managed to cry out her name before spilling his seed into her throat. 

Bending down to kiss her again, he moaned at the taste of himself on her tongue. Leaving one hand tangled where it was, the other sought the junction of her collarbone again to guide her, upward now, pressing her body to his own in a way that made the ropes rub delicious friction across his chest as well as hers. 

He was forceful now, both hungry and desperate to please, steering her toward the bed and onto it without ever breaking the contact of their mouths except to allow a few shallow breaths. Keeping her gently pinned on the mattress beneath him, he began to kiss down the column of her throat toward the valley of her breasts. Teasing with mouth and tongue and teeth in combination, he explored, following the pattern of the ropes and then wandering between them, leaving no inch of her skin untouched. She whined his name as he paid particular attention to her nipples, nipping lightly at the firm bud of one side and brushing over the other with the pad of his thumb as he massaged and kneaded the soft flesh around it.

She was practically trembling beneath him and he moved back upward, leaning close to her ear and letting his hair tickle the side of her face as he whispered.

“Is this alright?” he asked, voice purring. “Do you want more sweetheart?”

“Yes. Ollie. Please.” 

Her comfort confirmed, he returned to his oral cartography, tracing back along the paths he had wandered, paying brief attention to her breasts again, this time on the opposite sides he had before continuing onward, down the smooth, soft plane of her stomach to the apex of her thighs. He let his breath flutter over her, his hands eclipsing her thighs but not restraining them, not yet, as she squirmed ineffectually for even the smallest touch at the points she needed him so desperately. Instead of giving in, he slid his grasp further down her legs and back up with ghostlike pressure, watching in delight as the little hairs all across her body stood on end from the sensation. On the third pass, he stopped at the bend of her knees and lifted one of them effortlessly over his shoulder, opening her up to him more fully. 

Finally judging her sufficiently tormented (not to mention his own desire spiking, cock once again hard and throbbing, particularly at the sight of her like this, exposed and wanton and ready), he gave her what she was at this point begging for. He started slowly, tongue flattening against her as he licked broad strokes on her most sensitive areas before he drew his attention inward, narrowing to a precision focus on her clit. He fixed his mouth on it, sucking gently on the swollen nub while his nimble tongue danced patterns over it, keeping measured time, spurred on to faster tempos each time she cried out. The taste of her, the feel of her, and knowing that she was his, wholly and completely, made a fire pool low in his belly, and he feared for a moment that he was the one who might snap. 

Ever eager for her pleasure, he leaned in more, shifting her raised leg to be nearly perpendicular to her body, the space between her legs widening to give him more access. Her muscles clenched, nearing her peak but not quite getting there before he backed off, releasing the pressure on both her core and hip. 

“You stopped?”  her breath came in gasps and her voice was slurred with disoriented disbelief as she again tried to wiggle despite her bonds to re-establish the connection between them. 

“Keep behaving like that and I really will,” He tsked playfully, mouth still close enough that she felt his words as much as heard them, reminding her of the arrangement, and she stilled. “I’m hurt. Do you really think I would leave you on edge like that?” 

He watched in delight as her skin flushed from the scolding. “I’m sorry darling, I know you wouldn’t. I’ll be good. I’ll behave. I swear I will,” she bit her lip as she made her promises, “Just please keep go–” 

Her plea cut short into a shriek as he dove back in without warning, offering no slow build-up this time. His mouth worked tirelessly to propel her toward climax and then guide her through it, riding out the waves of pleasure that made her cry out and shudder with their force. The thought briefly crept into her mind to be thankful she had no neighbors who would be around at this hour to overhear when the noises she made drifted through her open window, the bookstore the only shop with a living space directly above, but it didn’t last long. He wasn’t done with her yet though, using the momentum to carry her rapidly into a second orgasm and then sliding two fingers to curl inside her and bring about her third. 

As she came down this time from her high, he lowered her leg gently back to the bed and slowly slid his hands up her sides, until he leaned over her, hands cradling her head. 

“Ollie, that was fucking incredible,” she panted eventually. “How have you gotten so good at that?”

He grinned at the praise, his cock giving a jolt that made him roll his hips involuntarily against her core and they both inhaled sharply. 

“It’s all because of you Jess,” he wasn’t sure why his voice dropped to a whisper to answer her earnestly, but he let it, punctuating the thought with a tender, practically chaste in comparison kiss. 

She pressed upward, leveraging the fact that her hands were still beneath her, so that their bodies were as connected as possible while she kissed him back. He’d expected her to need a rest and to have to take care of himself, but it almost seemed as if she were more amorous now than when they had started, so he smiled against her lips and took a chance.

“Do you want me to untie you, or do you think you can last one more round tonight?”

“What an offer,” she cooed, a satisfied smirk answering him before she even finished speaking. “I’ll always take more of you.” 

Reaching down, he slowly guided himself into her waiting body, moaning at the way her walls fluttered and clenched around him from their sensitivity. She bucked upward, harder now than before, desperate for every inch of contact, every touch and brush of his skin on hers. The motion forced her body into an arc, the ropes around her chest pulling taut, pressing against her and making her freckles flare. He wanted to kiss each sun-browned spot in reverence, to thank it for gracing her body, and he would, in time, but for now, there were more important things to focus on.

“I love you so much,” he murmured into her hair as he bowed his head and rolled his hips slowly, almost a question, trying to find the perfect angle to please them both. 

She reveled in the tease of each movement, answering the motion with her own, their hips moving in an alternating waltz that kept them close no matter what. Each time he hit those sweet spots within and without she made intoxicating little gasps and moans, voice starting to grow hoarse from overuse. He kept the pace steady, trying to prolong the climb, more focused on sensuality this time than pure lust. Slowly, his fingers carded through her hair and came to rest on the knot of silk behind her, tugging until the scarf fell away and he could meet her eyes. 

It was his turn to gasp as he met her eyes, overwhelmed by the mingling love and desire in them, pupils blown wide and eyelids half-closed in an expression that had nothing to do with the dim but sudden light. He leaned in, pressing their foreheads together and staring back, trying to convey everything he felt in that gesture. 

As he cradled her, she hooked her leg around his slim hips and before he knew what was happening, on thrust inward, she threw her weight against him, throwing them both to one side in a roll that placed her on top and grinning down triumphantly. But he smirked back, quick to reach up, one hand finding a breast and teasing it until her head fell back in pleasure and using her distraction to hook the other hand through the ropes down her back, tugging lightly to control her movement. 

She gasped at the sensation of the pulling and rolled her hips a little faster to spite him, leaning back to maintain her balance. He took advantage of the new position to sit up, keeping her in his lap, and fixing his lips around her nipple once more, sucking and flicking over it with his tongue, nipping lightly and making her mewl.

“Oh, Ollie, please, keep doing that,” she begged, breathless. “I’m so close. Please, just a little more.”

“Not yet sweetheart,” he murmured, and she shivered at the tickle of his words against her skin. “Hang on for me, come with me.” 

“I can’t,” her red hair bounced as she shook her head. “It feels too good, fuck I’m–” she gasped, crying his name and nearly collapsing forward against him as the most powerful orgasm of the night rocked through her, vision flashing white and nerve endings singing. 

He caught her around the waist, supporting her through the waves of pleasure that left her feeling like she was made of jello. The feeling of her clenching and coming apart around him, and the blissed out expression she wore, made his pulse race and brought him to his own edge.

“I love you,” he chanted, thrusting harder and unsteadily, “I love you, I love you, I love you.” 

The words continued even as his hips stuttered and he came, seed painting her insides and turning her aftershocks into a fifth and final rolling climax. 

“Holy shit,” he mumbled in unison to her swear. “I…”

She giggled as he gently pulled her against him. “I know.”

~

Later, both of them lay in the bed, freshly showered and wrapped in blankets, warm and satiated and comfortable, limbs tangled together casually, and he traced a faint red line across her wrist with one thumb and she listened to the beat of his heart beneath her ear. 

“What are you thinking about darling?” she asked, transfixed by his movements as he considered the mark.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he whispered, voice dripping in regret.

“Oh Ollie, you didn’t,” she rushed, turning her head up to look at him. “I promise you didn’t. That will fade, and even if it bruises, it wasn’t your fault. You were so good to me, and you gave me this incredible thing. It was my own fault for pulling too much, trying to be in control.”

“But…” 

“No buts. Please believe me?” she felt tears stinging at the corners of her eyes and reached quickly to dash them away with her free hand before they spilled and really worried him. The ropes had been her idea, remembering how much he enjoyed when she wore things with straps and buttons for him to take apart, but now she was afraid she had pushed him too far and a chill that had nothing to do with the night air rushed over her. 

“I’m okay, better than okay. Tonight was amazing,” she was rambling, begging, panic bubbling up faster the longer he took to say anything. “And we’ll get better, so that doesn’t happen again. I mean if you want to do this again, I won’t push it. I thought…well it would be sexy but I would rather the most…what’s the word Honey used, vanilla? I think? Anyway, the most ordinary, simple sex in the world than to make you uncomfortable. Ollie…?”

He laced his fingers through hers, bringing her arm up so that he could press feather-light kisses along the mark, as if he could soothe and heal it with his love for her. She wished he would speak, but didn’t want to rush him as he reassured himself that she was, as she said, okay. 

“I love you, Jess,” he said finally, quiet and resolute. “And I trust you completely. I just…never want something to happen to you, okay? Especially not because of me.”

“I know,” she scooted up the mattress so that she was more level with him, using her hand that was still interlocked with his to cradle his jaw and turn him so they lay face to face. “I love you too, Ollie. And as long as you’re here, nothing will. I can feel it, in here.” She guided him to rest their hands, overlapped, on her heart. “I promise.”

After a moment, he smiled. “I did…really enjoy tonight,” he admitted sheepishly. “You’re always so sexy but this was…special.” 

She smiled back. “Good. That’s all I wanted. I love you, so much.”

[angelsanarchy]

MINI SERIES POLL!

Rules of the vote are the same as always. Just because something is selected, doesn't mean I won't ever get around to writing the ones that don't get picked. Those will just come later.

*I realize you can only vote once HOWEVER I'm taking the TOP TWO most voted. In the event of a tie, a second round will be done.

[seanfalco]

KINKTOBER 2022.

† Nathan Young | Sex Pollen

† Luba | Sex Toys + Overstimulation

† Luke | Voyeurism

† Sean Falco | Breeding Kink

† Nathan Young | Period Sex

† Nikolai | Shibari

† Luba | Food Play

† Darren Treacy | Loss of Virginity

† Vincent Rhodes | Handjobs + Public Sex

† Luba | Voyeurism + Omorashi

† Luke | Glory Holes

† Klaus Hargreeves | Spectrophilia

† Luba & Duncan Taylor | Exhibitionism + Bukkake

[super-unpredictable98]

Make Me Sway | Song of Sway Lake AU

Chapter 5: Hidden Gems

Warning: Strong language, mention of death, smut, a little angst

(Make Me Sway masterlist)

"Thank you, Ollie," Lada curled up against the wall of the supply closet, but jumped when she felt the wood budge behind her. "Fuck, what's this?"

"Looks like a door," he pointed his lantern at the spot where the opening seemed to be.

"Wanna see what's behind it?" She smiled.

"What if it's bad?"

"What if it's good?" 

"Fine, fine..." Ollie gave her the lantern. "You go first then."

She slowly crawled inside the secret den and up the wooden stairs, and her mouth fell open. "Oliver! Come here, come here! The records..."

"What?" He followed. "Oh, my God!" 

That place was minuscule, could barely fit both of them at the same time, and was filled to the brim with records of all kinds, drawings, notes, and letters on the walls. It was like in that tiny little room, their father was still alive.

"Music for my son Ollie who understands me," Lada read one of the notes on the wall. Her eyes filled with tears, she could almost hear his voice in each word. 

"Music for my daughter Lada who turned beauty into kindness," Ollie offered her a bag. Inside the bag there was a music box with a pretty ballerina on top, it was for sure made by hand and had details in what seemed to be real gold. 

"I miss him so much," she sobbed quietly. "He wasn't great to himself, but he was a great dad to us when he could."

Oliver nodded. Seeing that vulnerability he never sensed in his grandma, who proudly announced to everyone she didn't cry, made him regret ever treating his sister like he did. She was just like him, someone trying to fight the role that was imposed on her ever since she was a child.

Lada looked through the records while Ollie read through the catalog their father left behind detailing every item from his collection. Right at the end, he found a photo of their old man when he was just a kid. 

"You're not ugly," Oliver whispered, sobbing as well.

"No, he isn't, and neither are you," Lada pulled out a record wrapped in brown paper. "Ollie... this is it. Sway Lake, the original. Still sealed."

He stared at the leather sleeve under the paper in disbelief. He had finally found his perfect record, the only thing he could never sell or give up. For a moment he feared Lada would take it and run to give it to their grandma, but she handed it to him instead. 

"Dad would want you to have it," she smiled, wiping her tears away. "Take good care of the memories in there."

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely, I wouldn't want someone else to have it either. It's yours."

The two siblings finally hugged, really actually hugged, after the longest time. Their heartbeats were in synchrony and they found comfort in each other's arms knowing they were the only people left in the world to care for one another. It was a lonely, scary comfort.  

"Let's find a safe place to hide it," Lada suggested, already making her way down the stairs with her music box in hand.

After concealing the record behind Ollie's bed and the music box under one of the floorboards in Lada's room, the two of them went back to the living room. 

The others were already sitting around the table, they didn't even wait to start eating under the flickering candlelight. Half of a ham, half of a loaf of bread, half a bottle of wine, and a half conversation.

"Oh, the Arctic Sea? Oh please, try this lake, 5 AM in April," Charlie laughed delightedly at Nikolai. "Hal and I used to swim naked."

"Great topic, grandma," Lada sat in between them, slightly uncomfortable seeing him talking to her grandma alone, especially after her suspicions from earlier. He was not doing a very good job to impress her and he immediately knew it with one look at her beautiful face illuminated by the candles.

"Nikolai was telling me about his adventures. Did you know he used to go looking for soldiers in St. Petersburg with his father?"

"No, he never told me," she forced a smile. 

"My pop used to take me in the spring, what he loved about the USA is you don't leave your soldiers dead in the mud. You take every soldier home, that is what makes this country the best nation on earth," Nikolai said.

"I see you didn't fix the lights?" she asked instead of engaging.

"So sorry, lovely, I couldn't. But it is more romantic this way, don't you think?" He winked. 

"Does it matter? Nobody here is in the mood for romance."

Lada leaned back, her arms folded petulantly. Why was she so jealous? Of her grandmother? Maybe because that is who he wanted her to be, an old movie heroine who just doesn't even realize how charming she is.

"Why are you angry, beautiful?" Nikolai whispered, discreetly kissing her exposed shoulder while nobody was looking. "What have I done? Just tell me and I'll fix it! Unless this is about the lights, then I have to wait until morning to fix, I can't see the box when it's dark."

"Give me a break... Who are you trying to impress?"

"Nikolai and I were just talking, dear..." Charlie smiled, not knowing why seeing her grandaughter so angry made her giddy. "Your grandfather would have loved him."

"Is that so? I thought Grandpa hated those- how did he say it? Commie bastards," Lada murmured and Ollie had to cover his mouth not to laugh.

"What did you say to her? Why is your sister upset with me?" Nikolai asked Oliver, thinking maybe he had mentioned his past or some woman he had been with.

"I didn't say anything, she was happy until we got here," he whispered, also finding his sister's attitude weird after all they talked about in the secret hiding spot and the moment they shared.

"If you'll excuse me, I lost my appetite," Lada got up without waiting for her grandmother's permission, knocking over the wine bottle and spilling it all over the table.

"Lada!" Charlie screamed. "Can't you move around like a normal person? You have always been like this, knocking everything over... I don't know how you managed to get on Broadway being so ungraceful."

"Here, it's alright, no harm done," Nikolai grabbed a napkin and soaked up the mess before it could ruin any clothes. "There, brand new."

"Never look at me again," the young woman managed to hiss before storming off to her room.

She didn't understand that feeling stirring in her stomach. He talked to her grandma in the same exact way he talked to her... was that what bothered her so much? How he seemed to want to impress that old hag? It was the most confusing sensation she had ever experienced and the worst part is that her biggest wish was for him to follow her and make everything right again.

"Lada," he called from the doorstep while she watched the lake from her window. "You are scared of the dark, what are you doing all alone up here?" 

"Leave me alone!" She shouted without meaning it.

"Why? What happened?" 

"You know what happened!"

"I don't! Please tell me," he insisted, joining her after closing the door.

"You were... You know what you were doing. Stay away from me, you liar!" She wiped her tears, looking the other way so he wouldn't see them. "I know why you like me, the real reason."

"I want to make your grandmother like me. If she likes me, she gives her blessing and you'll be mine."

"That was not what you were doing, you were-" Lada choked on her own words. "Flirting."

He stared at her for a few moments before bursting out laughing, which only made her angrier. How dared he? All that talk of true love and now this? 

"Are you jealous, my love?"

"What? No!"

"It's cute."

"SHUT UP! I saw the way you looked at her, I saw the way she looked at you, I saw the way you looked at her old photos! Get out!" Lada screamed. "Sick bastard, I'm taking a cab back to the city and I'll never set foot on this fucking house again!"

"I think you are having the same trouble as your brother... You think I like you because of the way you look and if I like you because of the way you look, I actually like her. You both put the fact that you are so similar above anything else."

"I am not stupid, Nikolai!"

"You are not, in fact, you are very smart. You are also funny, sweet, elegant, charming... You are so many things. That is you, you are the one I like."

"I don't believe you."

"You will have to, because if you don't become my girlfriend I am jumping in that lake and never coming out."

That was incredibly manipulative, Lada knew that, but she also liked it. She liked how he made it seem like there was no life for him without her. 

"Just like my dad."

When Nikolai noticed his mistake, it was too late. He had already said it and probably sounded like an insensitive prick. Now he feared he ruined any chance of her saying yes. Of course he didn't mean to mock her father's death, it was just an expression, but he couldn't tell by her face how offended she was.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for saying that and for... trying to boast to someone else. You are the only one I want to impress. I would never look at another woman if you were mine."

"Not even her?"

"Is that even a question? Of course not!" 

She giggled, looking away once again even if the darkness hid the blushing of her cheeks. She couldn't risk letting him know what sort of effect he had on her, even if she thought he already knew.

"What?" He laughed.

"Your accent."

"You have a thing for my accent, don't you?" 

"Who told you that? I just thought it was funny the way you-"

"So you don't want me to speak Russian to you?" Nikolai whispered, leaning closer until his lips brushed gently the shell of her ear. "Ya khotela tebya ves' den', Lada."

She still had a bad feeling about the whole situation, but looking at someone with rose-colored glasses makes red flags seem like simple flags. 

"Nikolai... your Russian does nothing to me," Lada was pretty much determined to make him beg for her, give him a couple nights to regret what he'd done.

But unfortunately, he was very clever and noticed the signs that contradicted what she was saying.

"I don't think you're being honest with me," he said while pressing open-mouthed kisses to her chest. He reached under her panties and feel her up and smiled against her feverish skin. "See? I know what I do to you, my beautiful lady of the flowers." 

"No I don't- I don't wanna do it right now." 

"No? Why no, beautiful?" He purred. "If your body clearly wants to." 

"Because I don't want you to think... I'm easy. I'm not!" 

"I know you are not, you're making me wallow around just to say yes to being my girlfriend. Usually women throw themselves at me on the first night, I had to work hard for the privilege to have you. You are not easy, I promise."

"But I'm still angry at you."

"You are? I know how to make it better," Nikolai quickly undressed and carried her to bed. She didn't protest as he slid her dress off and then her underwear until they were both skin-to-skin. 

"Still angry," she muttered despite not making any effort to stop him. 

"Even when you're angry you are so beautiful," he kissed down her body, giving every single inch the attention it deserved until he reached her sex. "When I was younger I learned a very good medicine for anger and sadness." 

"What is it?" 

He delved between her thick thighs and savored the taste of her pleasure. His tongue explored her sensitive spots, finding exactly what made her squirm the most and the more he tasted, the harder he became. 

"Nicky!" Lada gasped, tugging at his short curls. "Oh fuck..."

"It looks like the effect is already happening," he teased as he caught his breath for a moment before going back to pleasuring her.

"Lada, could you stop being so childish and-" Charlie opened the door and caught a glimpse of the couple making love under the candlelight. "Oh!"

"Grandma! Get out! Can't you knock?" She cried, covering herself while Nikolai swiftly moved away, for once bothering to cover his privates, feeling like his lover would not appreciate him being so carefree in front of someone she was so jealous of. 

"Can't you lock the door?" Charlie countered, leaving out how she could hear the moans from outside but still decided to barge in. 

"Sorry, Mrs. Sway, it was my fault," Nikolai chuckled. "I forgot."

"Well... don't let it happen again," she stared him up and down with an intrigued look before leaving. "I'll say what I have to say tomorrow morning."

Lada groaned in frustration, on the verge of tears when her grandmother closed the door. Nikolai quickly got up to lock it, not wanting another accident. 

"She was staring at you! She was- I think I'm gonna be sick!" She growled. "That fucking old hag! She can't stand to see me happy, she wants me to be miserable like her because I'm young and she's older than sliced bread!" 

Nikolai wanted to say she wasn't staring, but he knew that wasn't true and Lada was much too smart to just ignore that. He felt really bad, but at the same time, he felt more wanted than he ever did before.

"Don't worry about her, darling! I am yours, I told you that," he said instead, joining her in bed once again. "Do you want to keep going?"

"I'm not in the mood anymore, she ruined it."

"Aw, my lady of the flowers," Nikolai took her in his arms, kissing her neck teasingly. "If you let her ruin our night, you are just giving her what she wants. You are so beautiful, you smell so good, your skin is so soft... I don't wanna stop, I want to make you finish properly. You look so gorgeous when I'm pleasuring you."

"Stop that, you're trying to seduce me."

"I know, and it seems like it's working," he pointed out, reaching between her legs to feel how wet she was. 

Lada sighed, letting her head fall back and rest on his shoulder as he blew gently in her ear. It did feel really good before her grandma ruined the fun, why should she let her dictate when it ends? 

"Can I help you get hard again?" She finally caved. 

"I never stopped, my darling," he huffed a soft laugh, pulling her closer to feel his erection. "You are too perfect, just the thought of you is enough to keep me up."

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"Oh, I love younger men..." she giggled, climbing onto his lap again.

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[yanaromanov]

in unholy denial

･ ｡ﾟ*. 18+, minors DNI . * ｡ﾟ･

pairing: wanda maximoff x reader

summary: you’re the perfect all-american girl; a good student, a weekly churchgoer, you’re even dating the high school quarter back. so it’s all a big shock to you when your family decides to send you to a conversion camp, claiming they believe you’re a lesbian. you don’t agree with their accusation, telling everyone that you don’t like girls at all. but then you meet your camp mate wanda maximoff, who seems determined to sway your mind in another direction…

warning(s): conversion therapy, homophobia (externalised and internalised), religious mentions (christianity), smut, fingering, thigh riding, loss of virginity, hickeys, slight dubcon (only kissing), swearing, pet names (princess, honey), wanda and r are in high school but of age (over 18), cheating (r has a bf), slightly innocent reader, nude magazine, etc. minors dni

author’s note: this is my first time writing and uploading smut so i really hope it’s not terrible 🙏🏻this is heavily inspired by ‘but i’m a cheerleader’, only this time it’s with teenage wanda and much more smutty :) i also took light inspiration from @imaginedanvrs and her fic ‘atonement’, and though i did take a different turn, check it out because all of their writing is amazing :))

wc: 11.7K words

The car is quite on the ride up. You stare out the window, watching as your world begins to disappear. The camp is just under two hours away from your home town; far away enough that it feels like a whole different world, but close enough that your parents can still come visit on the weekends.

You’re not being punished. At least that’s what your parents have told you. They just want what’s best for you, want to help you find the right journey in life. Apparently this camp was supposed to do that for you. Though, you could quite see how - the apparent problem they claim to be able to fix, not identifiable to any part of your mind.

When they’d first brought up the idea, you’d been quick to confusion. A conversion therapy camp? But you weren’t gay. You had a boyfriend, the football team’s best quarterback at that, and you two were very happy together. He was handsome and kind, and you loved him. Except for maybe when he tried to kiss you, always left feeling grossed out by the encounter as his tongue tried to play with yours. But he must just be a bad kisser. That was at least what you always told yourself…

Aside from that, there were so many things that couldn’t have possibly lead your parents to believe you were gay. You were one of the top students at school, always getting the highest grades. Every Sunday you attended church, said your nightly prayers each evening before you slept. You were in the church choir, for goodness sake!

Still, your parents had sat you down in the living room one night and had a very serious conversation with you. They were concerned mostly, worried that something sinister had crept in and was tainting your life. You’d used all of your excuses in protest but they’d came prepared with their own.

A few posters from your room, filled with woman in bikini tops. You liked the patterns. Songs from your playlist that held ulterior meaning. You just liked the way they sound. The fact you hated kissing your boyfriend; a few comments you’d made to your friends about other girls at church. You thought everyone felt that way…

In the end, they’d convinced you to come along to the program, claiming it was in your best interest to attend and get the help you need. Although you didn’t believe you needed any help at all, you had agreed. If this camp was going to help them feel better, you were willing to give it a go, even if it meant getting treatment for a nonexistent problem…

Still, your heart aches a little as your small family car drives away from the suburbs you are used to, the view soon replaced by dense forest trees and vibrant undergrowth. The program was set out almost like a Summer camp, out near a lake where members could swim during their free time. That was one of the activities you’d read in the pamphlet your parents had handed you, the camp explained in its entirety alongside its promise to guarantee positive results. You’d initially asked your parents how long you would have to spend there, worried about being forced to remain when there wasn’t a problem with you to begin with, but your mom had simply smiled back softly and replied, ‘let’s just see how you get on’.

You’re almost lost in thought when the car finally turns on to the last stretch of its journey. The sight ahead of you drags you back to the present moment, eyes now searching the wide opening in the trees as the camp comes into view. It’s easy to spot, the only buildings around for a long while, and the white shutters standing out vibrantly against the green trees. The lake comes into view too, shimmering in the morning summer sun.

Soon the car slows, coming to a halt outside what looks to be the main building, its size large compared to the other’s dotted around. The ranch-style house is painted a soft blue, the fixtures and wrap-around porch shining dazzling white. All in all, it looks rather beautiful.

Your parents are the first out the car, looking around as they close the doors. You follow a moment later, eyes drifting over your surroundings as you inhale the sweet smells of the forest air. A pair of footsteps soon diverts your attention, your gaze falling to a tall blonde man making his way in your direction from the large blue house. He’s dressed very similarly to the men you see at church; a pair of neat navy slacks and a matching blue and white gingham shirt. You and your parents come to stand together on one side of the car just as he reaches your feet.

“Good morning,” the blonde says, his grin reaching from ear to ear. “Mr and Mrs Y/L/N, isn’t it?” There’s an exchange of hand shakes as your parents confirm his assumption. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. And you must be young Y/N.” His gaze falls to you as he speaks, a hand outstretching in your direction.

You take it, shaking it gently as you nod your head. “It’s nice to meet you, sir.”

The blonde lets out a low chuckle as he releases your hand, his attention turning back to your parents. “What a polite little girl you have,” he says, his smile widening. Your parents seem to take pride in his compliment, inching closer together as they stand and look over at you. “But please,” the man continues, turning back to you. “My name is reverend Steve so you can call me as such. Or just Steve if you prefer.” He smiles again as he shrugs his shoulders. “Sir always feels a bit too formal.”

There’s a trade of small laughter between the adults but you don’t find yourself joining in, still feeling a little apprehensive about this whole scenario.

“I do hope your journey here was alright.”

“Oh, just fine,” your father replies in response to reverend Steve’s question, smiling easily back at him.

“Good. I’m so glad to hear that. We’re just so happy to have Y/N here. And don’t worry, your daughter is in very good hands.”

Just at that moment, you notice another figure approaching your group, a woman, originating from the same place Steve had. When she reaches you, there’s a soft smile on her face, her red hair dazzling in the Summer sun. The reverend reaches one of his arms out, bringing the woman close to his side as his hand rests on her hip. “I’d like you to meet my wife, Natasha. She helps direct things around here, especially with the girls.”

Her hand also extends out to your parents to meet in a soft handshake as she smiles widely back at them. “Hi, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” With your parents, reciprocating the sentiment, the redhead then turns her attention to you. Her eyes sparkle a bright shade of green as the morning sun hits them. “Hello, Y/N,”

You find yourself momentarily stumbling over your words, something about the woman distracting you until she speaks. “Good morning,” you manage eventually, smiling back nervously.

In the time you’ve greeted her, it seems your parents have retrieved your luggage from the back of the car. “These are your bags?” Reverend Steve asks, reaching to pick them up. In truth, you hadn’t even noticed them being moved there. “I’ll just take these up to your dorm room, Y/N.” He smiles once more at you before he turns, walking towards the house with your belongings in tow.

“I’ll give them a little check over once we get there,” Natasha says, drawing your attention back to her. She passes you a playful wink that causes a strange feeling in your chest. “But I’m sure there’s nothing in there that will get you in trouble, hm?”

“I don’t think-“ Your response is cut off by your sudden realisation you’re standing alone, your parents retreating back to the car and already starting the engine. “Wait I-“

“Don’t worry.” The redhead’s words yet again distract you, pulling your attention away from the vehicle behind you. “They’ll be back at the weekend to visit. You’ll be seeing them again in no time.” Natasha turns to stand side by side with you, her hand resting on your back as she gently begins to press you forwards. “Now how about you just come with me and I can show you around the place. How does that sound?”

“A-alright,” you stumble, giving one glance back to the car that has already pulled away from the camp. You let the woman by your side guide you as you watch it slowly move further and further away up the road, officially leaving you all alone.

The tour Natasha gives you, however, helps to lift your spirits a little. The camp grounds are rather beautiful, the grass vibrant and speckled with small colourful flowers. The buildings themselves are also very pleasant, all adding to the soft summer camp feel the area had. Natasha first directs you to the small bunker home her and Steve resided in, claiming members were not allowed inside but there was a small bell if you ever needed them at any time. Next, she shows you the church; a small yet grand building with dazzling stained glass windows. As you walk the pews, Natasha tells you how their service is held each morning, directed by Steve himself.

“I hear you’re in your church choir?” Natasha quips as you take in the way the light hits the windows, spreading bright colours across the floor of the building.

“Yes,” you reply, lifting your head and smiling sheepishly. “I have been since I was thirteen.”

“You’ll have to sing for us one time,” Natasha says playfully, before beckoning you out of the church and off to your next destination. On your way, she explains a little of how their program works; a mixture of group lessons and singular sessions to help you understand your problem. “Do you still attend bible study, Y/N?” Natasha asks as you approach the main building.

Shyly, you turn to face her. “No. I stopped a few years ago when I turned sixteen.”

The redhead clicks her tongue but overall doesn’t seem too disappointed, still smiling over you. “Don’t worry,” she replies. “I’m sure our study will set you just right again.” She passes you another wink before you step in through another door that she opens ahead of you.

The building has a wide front opening, a set of grand stairs set out ahead in the expanse of the tall ceilings. At the bottom of them, you suddenly notice a tall girl standing there. She’s wearing a neat uniform, her long black hair pulled back into two braids. “Y/N,” Natasha says, gesturing towards the girl. “I’d like you to meet Kate. She’ll be your mentor while you settle in.”

The raven-hair girl smiles at you as she extends a hand. You shake it, sharing a quick greeting before she hands you a welcome packet. Natasha explains how all of the rules are written inside, alongside a list of other expectations and your schedule for your stay. You hold on to it against your chest as the pair walk you around the house on your continued tour.

Inside of the main building, it feels somewhat like a mixture of a house and a school. There are two classrooms, both filled with a set of students learning from a tutor at the front of the class. A large dining hall was also set up, functioning like a school canteen. Downstairs there were a few recreational spaces with small couches arranged around card tables, all littered with various bible verse posters along the walls. As you move upstairs, Natasha shows you the bathrooms and the couple isolation rooms they had, though she assured you, you most likely wouldn’t be spending any time in there.

“Now, let’s get you some uniform, hm?” Natasha says, moving further down the corridor. She opens a long cupboard, filled with rows of pleated skirts and crisp white shirts. She looks through the rails before handing you a set of uniform in your size. Her and Kate then give you some privacy in the cupboard to change while they step outside.

The uniform is light blue, the skirt pleated through with lines of navy. The sweater vest is a matching dark blue, the logo of the camp embroidered onto one breast. You pull it on over the white button shirt, followed by the long white socks and black patent shoes Natasha had also provided. When you step out of the cupboard, the older woman takes hold of your old clothes, claiming she’ll take care of them for you until you’d be needing them again. You’re not entirely sure what she means but she’s continuing on with the tour once more before you can truly give it much thought.

“These are the girl’s dormitories,” the redhead says as she opens another door, guiding you inside. As you step in, you notice two rows of small cots, lined up with matching pink floral bedsheets. You notice one on the end, your bags sat atop waiting for you. But what catches your eye even more, is the brunette girl splayed across one of the middle beds, a magazine between her hands. She looks up as all three of you walk into the room, her green eyes meeting directly with you.

“Miss Maximoff,” Natasha says as soon as she notices the girl. “Aren’t you supposed to be in your lessons right now?”

The girl diverts her gaze to the camp director. “I didn’t feel well so I came to lie down.”

The way the girl lay across her stomach, face perfectly amused as her eyes flitted across her magazine didn’t exactly come across to you as unwell. It seems that Natasha too picks up on her lie, simply passing the brunette a small scowl. “Nice try.”

There’s a moment where the girl stares back, almost daring the women with her gaze, but she soon gives up, instead rolling her eyes as a long frustrated sigh escapes her lips. “Fine,” she mumbles, lifting herself up from the bed and slowly walking towards you. As she does, you notice how her shirt is unbuttoned further down and how her skirt is rolled at her waist, climbing the front of her thighs.

Natasha seems unfazed by her antics, simply holding out her hand which the brunnete places her magazine into with another sigh. The redhead gives it a once over before staring back at the girl. “This is contraband. Where did you find it?”

The brunette simple smirks in response. Her shoulders briefly brushes against yours as she squeezes her way through your group, headed towards the door. Before she leaves, she turns, walking gently backwards as the smirk widens on her face. “The Lord showed me the way to it.” She turns again quickly, disappearing from the dormitory alongside her lingering gaze.

Natasha doesn’t make any move to follow her, simply inclines her head as as she shouts down the corridor. “Roll down your skirt, Miss Maximoff!” Her voice still echoing, the redhead then turns back to you, that perfect smile returning almost as quickly as it at dropped. “I’m so sorry about that,” she says, glancing down at you. “Some of the other girls are a little…challenged in finding the light. Sometimes they can be a bad influence but I’m sure if you just stick with Kate, you’ll be just fine.”

You glance at the tall girl stood beside you, her soft grin looking back. “If you have any questions, feel free to ask Kate. Or of course, me or Steve at any point,” Natasha adds, drawing your attention back to her. You nod in response and she smiles back, placing a hand on to your shoulder. “Now, how about we take a look at your bags?”

———

Settling in isn’t as hard as you thought it might be. Kate is nice, you discover quickly, and helps you get unpacked. You tuck your things away into the drawers under your bed, then some more of your belongings in to the bedside table - next to the complementary bible you find tucked inside. Kate explains you can put up some photos with blue tac if you wish, pointing out to some of the other girls’ beds who have done the same. You borrow some of said blue tac from her as you stick a photo of your family alongside one of you and your boyfriend up on to the wall.

Afterwards, Kate sits with you while you look through your welcome packet. A lot of it relates to the pamphlet your parents had given you before your arrival, talking all about the camp and its methods of tackling what they phrase, ‘the misdirection of youths towards homosexuality’. The entire idea is still a little scattered in your head, but you brush it aside as you delve further into the rules and scheduling of the camp.

There are quite a few rules written down, a lot of which you recognise from your own home regulations. No curse words are to be used, nor any other inappropriate language. The Lord’s name must not be used in vain. Members must pray before each meal and every night before bed. Uniform must be worn at all times.

Then there are other rules that make you feel a little more uncertain. There is strictly NO fraternising between members. No member is permitted in the opposite dormitory to which they are assigned. Any inappropriate belongings will be confiscated.

The last rule makes you wonder back to the girl you’d seen sat inside the dormitory. There have been something ‘inappropriate’ about her magazine, obviously leading to the confiscation by Natasha. You weren’t quite sure what about it could be so bad, the name you’d glanced at briefly unrecognisable before Natasha had quickly stashed it away from your sight. If anything, the whole ordeal had only made you more curious about the strange girl and what exactly she had been reading.

As if the universe could hear your thoughts, it’s barely a few hours later when you collide with the girl once more. It’s lunch time, Kate and you just having sat down with your plates of food after she’d explained how they were set out each meal time. The dining room is filling up, all of the other camp members filing in to take their place at differing tables. It’s as your inspecting the meal in front of you that a very particular member sets herself down in front you.

“Hey, newbie.”

Your head raises from the table as you hear the voice, looking up to meet the same pair of green eyes that you recalled from earlier. The brunette stares back at you, a small smile playing at her lips as she watches your face. “Uh…hi?”

You don’t get to say much more before Kate is speaking up, leaning over the table with a scowl. “Get lost, Maximoff. We don’t want you to sit with us.”

The brunnete turns to look at the other girl, a frown of her own appearing between two perfect brows. “Loosen up, Bishop. I just wanted to say hello to our newest addition.” As she finishes, her eyes trail back to you, the scowl dropping away to that same smirking expression. For a moment it seems as if she looks you up and down, scanning over your uniform before studying your face again. “I’m Wanda,” she says eventually, voice light. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

You smile back a little awkwardly, torn between your polite nature and the instructions you had received to avoid this exact girl sat opposite you. “Y/N,” you reply, letting your manners overtake the situation.

“Just go away, Wanda,” Kate butts in suddenly, her voice raised. “I’m her mentor, not you.”

The brunette screws up her face as she turns to the raven-haired girl, scoffing under her breath. “God Kate, you’re so fucking uptight.” She sighs loudly as she pushes herself up from the table. As she does, you notice how her skirt is still rolled at the waist. But you don’t settle on it too long, distracted as she begins to speak again. “I’ll see you around, Y/N,” Wanda says, her voice playful once more. Her eyes train on you for just a moment as she backs away from the table, another girl soon taking her place.

“Just ignore her,” Kate grumbles over to you. She begins to list a string of complaints about the girl but doesn’t get far, soon interrupted by Reverend Steve calling for grace at the front of the room. You bow your head as he begins to pray, clasping your hands under your chin just as you did with every meal you ate at home. A chorus of ‘amens’ rings out as the prayer finishes, all heads lifting once more to begin eating their lunch. As you lift yours, your gaze briefly flashes across the room, catching across the way, a pair of green eyes staring back at you. Wanda sits smirking, but you don’t see much else, quickly finding yourself flustered and looking away, turning your concentration instead to the plate of food sat in front of you.

———

Natasha’s office is very nice. That’s your first thought when you enter through the door, guided by her hand on the base of your spine. There are a few wide windows on one wall, white shutters open to give a view of the lake just down a grassy hill. Her desk sits in one corner, a plush vibrant chair close by, then across the way, a small couch. There are shelves littered with both plants and framed pictures, most depicting some sort of bible verse.

You sit yourself down on the sofa while Natasha settles in her chair beside her desk, pulling out a notebook as she turns to face you. There’s an exchange of pleasantries as she explains exactly how these private sessions will go and how anything you say is entirely confidential. You nod, sitting rather folded in on yourself, uncertainty still coursing through your body.

“So Y/N,” Natasha says eventually, crossing her legs over the other. “To start off, why don’t you tell me a little bit about the first time you experienced homosexual tendencies.”

The request is one that leaves you stumbling a little. “Oh I- well…” You swallow, landing on the same response you’d had every time your parents had suggested the idea. “I’m not actually gay. Everyone just thinks that I am.”

Natasha’s face changes, taking on a soft but curious expression. “And why do you say that?”

“Well I’m not,” you reply. “I don’t- I don’t like girls. I have a boyfriend.”

That fact alone seemed enough to you for this whole endeavour to be needless. You didn’t like girls, couldn’t like them. You and your boyfriend had been going strong for over two years. He was handsome, funny, and you were sure you loved him. Even if you did feel slightly disgusted every time his lips touched yours…

“Listen Y/N,” Natasha says, her voice calm. “I know this whole experience can seem a little daunting but we’re here to help you, okay?” She smiles softly, the intention of her words feeling truthful. “But the first step of your journey needs to be your admittance to your problem.”

It isn’t that you don’t feel comfortable telling Natasha about your problem, in fact you actually feel a strange warmth in your stomach whenever she talks to you, but in your mind, there was no problem to begin with. “I’m not gay.”

Natasha sighs at your answer. She adjusts herself in her seat, her soft gaze looking back at you. “Think about it like this; homosexuality is like a disease. These thoughts weave their way into your mind, changing your behaviour.” The redhead raises a set of perfect brows. “But we can’t begin to heal if we don’t have a proper diagnosis. Can’t administer the right treatment if we can’t admit we’re ill, right?”

Her analogy isn’t lost on you, somewhat similar to something you’d heard your pastor say back at your home church. “Yeah…I guess that makes sense.”

“Now what you’re experiencing can be fixed,” Natasha continues. “I’ve seen it fixed many times before. You can heal Y/N, break away from this and find the light of our good lord.” With his name, Natasha glances up to the cross hanging on the wall beside you. Your eyes follow too. “Don’t you want that?”

You turn back to the woman, your voice sounding small. “Of course I do.”

Natasha smiles. “That’s good.” She rearranges herself again, adjusting to hold her notebook and pen better. “Now, could you maybe tell me first time you can remember ever having thoughts about other women?”

“I don’t-I haven’t,” you stumble. “I don’t think about them like that.”

Like that. It was a phrase you’d repeated like a mantra in your head. You didn’t want a girlfriend, you didn’t want a girl to kiss you. You thought about girls the same way everyone else did. Sure, sometimes your eyes would fall to their ass when they walked to the front of class, or perhaps you got a bit hot and bothered in the changing rooms before gym, maybe even your favourite movie scene was the one where all the girls would go to the beach and play in the water. But that was what everyone else thought too…right?

“Alright,” Natasha says, sighing again. “I can see you’re really struggling with this, but that’s okay. I’m here to help you.” She smiles. “How about we take a little look at your family history, hm? See if that can get things kickstarted for us?”

You spend the rest of your session talking about your family. Natasha asks about extended members, questioning about any problems there may be down your blood line. But as far as you know, it all comes up clean, your entire family the same good Christian folks you’ve always known them to be.

Finding nothing of interest, Natasha moves on to talk about your childhood. She asks about your time at school, how long you’d attended church, what sort of friends you had. It’s all scribbled down on the notebook in her hand as you list off answers, all the perfect idiom of what a good Christian girl should be.

By the end of your session, you’ve spoke about almost everything that’s led you up to where you are now. Natasha asks again about your feelings towards women, trying to compare the reasons your parents sent you here to real acts of homosexuality. But all in all, it’s no use. At the end of the hour, you’re still in denial, refusing any accusation of your alleged problem. Thankfully, Natasha doesn’t seem angry, still smiling softly as you leave her office. She send you away with an assignment to think about what could be your ‘root’, what she terms the initial source of your unholy thoughts, determined once you figure this out, it will begin your journey to sanctuary.

———

The next few days pass by without much excitement. You begin to settle into your lessons, listening as a few ex-members of the program give speeches of their experiences, or as Steve talks about how God can help give meaning to your life. There are group therapy sessions you attend, though mostly sit quietly through, but listen while others talk about their own experiences and thoughts. It’s in them you notice a certain person who seems to stare at you from across the room. You try to avoid making eye contact but it seems each time you glance over, Wanda’s stare is trained on you.

Following what Natasha had said when you first arrived, you tried to stick to Kate’s side as much as possible, avoiding the other girl who seemed to look at you more often than not. When you weren’t in lessons you could avoid her, instead hanging around with Kate and her friends in the recreational spaces, sometimes watching one of the approved DVDs that lay beneath the TV. At meals, your group sits together, always saying your prayers before eating your food. But it seems even there you can’t escape the strange brunette, always catching her stare from across the room. It’s only in bible study, on the day that marks a week since your arrival, that you actually get to speak to her again.

Kate was sick today. She’d caught a head cold, presumably from her parents who came to visit her at the weekend. You had also had a visit, your mother and father asking every possible question about your stay and how you were finding camp. The visit had went well, but now a few days later you were left with no mentor to guide you throughout your day. It isn’t too much of a worry in your mind though, the layout and scheduling of the camp already becoming a familiar routine to your body. But what you aren’t used to, is a certain strange individual sitting in the seat where your mentor usually sat.

You don’t notice it is Wanda at first. Feeling the body slide against yours on the bench, your first thought is perhaps that Kate has made a miraculous recovery. But when you turn to face the individual and are met with piercing green eyes, you are certainly even more surprised. “Um,” you fumble, looking back at the brunette as you try to stumble for words. “That’s Kate’s seat.”

Wanda raises a brow, her head spinning to look around the room before it returns to you. “I don’t see her.” She smirks. “Besides, no seating arrangements, right?”

Technically she is correct. There is nothing actually stopping her from sitting beside you apart from your slight aversion to interacting with her. You slide your body away a few inches to the right, shifting away from the touch Wanda had initiated as she sat down a little to close. The brunette seems to notice, glancing down at the gap now settled between you, but she doesn’t say anything about it, instead just looking up at you as she flashes a set of white teeth. “So Y/N,” she begins, rolling your name easily over her tongue. “Where are you from?”

“Not far,” you reply, still inclined to politeness even with your anxiety around the interaction. You elaborate further, telling her the name of your town just two hours north of the camp.

Wanda hums at your response then crosses her legs on the bench. You try not to notice the way her rolled skirt flashes a pair of smooth pale legs. “I’m from down south,” she says. “Further than you, though. About six hours. My parents only come to visit about once a month.”

You met her eye as you try to think of a response, but before you can, you’re being interrupted. Reverend Steve calls out at the front of the class, silencing everyone so that he can begin calling the register. As names echo out across the room, you and Wanda’s conversation dies, but the soft warmth emanating from her body close to yours, does not leave for the rest of the lesson.

Having quit bible study over three years ago, you were a little worried you wouldn’t be able to keep up, but as Kate had told you last week, some of these kids had never even been to church, so the pace was definitely slow enough for you to follow along. The story Steve told today was one you knew rather well actually, one of the most prominent ones you could recall from your early teens. Still, you pay the upmost attention throughout the entire time he talks, eyes trained on his figure at the front of the classroom. What makes that a little difficult however, is the girl sat right beside you.

Wanda is easily distracted you notice quickly, constantly fidgeting with the pen in her hand - your pen actually, borrowed by the brunette when she claimed she had forgotten her own. You sit a little in shock as she casually graffitis the open bible sat upon the desk in front of her, mindlessly drawing squiggles and random shapes into the margin. You try your best to ignore her antics but it’s a little hard when she accidentally tosses her pen across the desk, following a failed attempt to spin it around her fingers. It lands over on your side, just to the right of your own bible. You go to reach for it to hand back to her but it seems she’s already moving before you can even get the chance.

Her body lifts slightly from the bench, stretching out across the table with one arm for her lost pen. As she does, her chest is brought closer to your face. Your eyes fall on the black cross hanging around her neck, then suddenly dip lower, catching the area of her shirt where her buttons are undone further than they should be. There’s the briefest of moments where your eyes linger there, passing over the ever so slightly visible cleavage that swells on her chest, but it’s less than seconds later you’re darting away. Wanda eventually picks her pen back up, after what feels like an eternity, and pulls back in her chair. You glance momentarily over at her, then quickly return to the bible open in front of you, trying your best to follow along with the passage Steve reads aloud while ignoring the strange sensation that has settled in your lower stomach.

———

Camp isn’t quite the way you imagined it to be. Before you arrived, you thought it would be entirely awful, like a prison only with more…God. But for most of your experience, it just feels like you’re back in school. Although, now your lessons about maths or science are replaced by those about God and the way into his heart. Just over two weeks in, you’ve picked up the swing of things quite nicely, falling into an easy routine as you move through the services and lessons with ease. The one thing you just can’t quite seem to grasp is the understanding of why you’re here in the first place.

You’ve had three private sessions now with Natasha, each of them as feeble at finding a change as the last. You’re still not ready to admit your problem, as Natasha puts it, reluctant to find the issue within yourself. But as you’ve said since before you even came, it’s a simple fact you aren’t gay. Natasha seems determined in her ways to make you see something different.

She’s handed you a book, walking out from your last session. The title reads, ‘My Sexuality and Me: Finding the Root of Homosexual Tendencies’. You’re tasked with reading it before your next session in hopes it might finally help you understand your own thoughts. For now, however, it has to wait. Leaving your session, you go up to the dorm to drop it by your bed, taking just a moment before you have to head to your next organised activity.

The camp helps run on a set of scheduled chores that the members have to carry out. It’s on a rota, something Kate had shown you on your very first day, and changes each week. There’s everything from weed picking to cleaning dishes, all work that helps to keep the camp in shape for everyone staying there. Reverend Steve mentioned something about the work ethic helping everyone be grateful for what the lord had given them.

You have to go down to check the rota, forgetting what was scheduled for you this week. Most of the others are already dotted around the camp doing their chores, apparently your one-on-one session running over slightly and causing you to be a little late. You make your way down the stairs to the main room where the rota is located, pinned into a notice board on the wall. But as you turn the corner at the bottom of the stairs, you notice that you are in fact, not alone.

Wanda turns almost immediately when you round the corner. She’s stood up against the notice board, back resting upon the wall with one foot lifted against it. A smile appears on her face as you come into view, her teeth shining around the piece of pink bubblegum she chews. “Hey, princess.”

You try not to scoff at the name - an endearment the brunette had coined after seeing you one night writing in your diary about your boyfriend, claiming you were like a locked away princess longing for her prince to come save her. You’d rolled your eyes at her comment at the time, and had to deal with its return each time you’d bumped into her in the past week. Now, you try to ignore it as you walk past her and stare up at the notice board trying to find the chore schedule. However, Wanda is speaking again before you even get the chance to locate it.

“Looks like it’s you and me this week.” You glance over at her, watching as a pink bubble forms at her lips. You want to ignore her teasing, looking back to the board to locate where you would be stationed, but when your eyes fall upon the schedule, you realise she is right. Written on the notice board, right below the date of the beginning of the week is your and Wanda’s name, then below it; house duty.

You turn back to look at her, a pair of green eyes glinting your way. For a moment you think there’s some kind of mistake. After all, you had always been with Kate before. But then, not far away from yours is indeed Kate’s name written, not on house duty, but on pantry organisation.

Wanda smirks as she rolls the gum in her mouth, eyes fixated on you as she blows another bubble. When it pops, she finally speaks again. “You’ve never done house duty, have you?”

She’s right. You’re in unfamiliar territory and you don’t have your usual mentor to help guide you. “No,” you reply simply, gently shaking your head.

Wanda breathes out a laugh, throwing her head back slightly as she drops her leg from the wall. “Come on, princess,” she says teasingly, walking to close the gap between you. “I’ll guide you.”

Her hand is reaching for yours before you can protest against it. Soft skin slips into yours, gripping hold and quickly dragging you down the corridor. You stumble slightly, surprised by the whole encounter but Wanda doesn’t seemed fazed. She simply pulls you along the hall like a lost puppy. When your brain restarts from the initial shock, you look down at the way your fingers are grasped between hers. It’s a simple interaction at its core, an innocuous hand hold as she shows you the way to go. You’d done the same thing with your own friends back home many of times, but something about this one feels a little different. Something about the way her soft skin is warm against yours creates an odd fuzz in your head.

“Here we are,” Wanda announces, suddenly dropping your hand. You try not to think about the way it now feels cold as you watch her reach for a door handle. It opens to a cupboard, full of what looks like cleaning supplies. “We basically just dust everything,” the brunette continues, turning back to look at you. “Just dust and vacuum the floors in every room in the house. Oh- but not the bathroom, someone else will be doing those.”

You find yourself nodding, the task seeming simple enough. You’d dusted plenty of times at home, this couldn’t be any different.

Wanda lets out another laugh, seemingly at your immediate obedience to follow through with your task. “Alright, princess,” she says, cracking her gum. She reaches in to the cupboard, picking up a cloth and a bottle of disinfect spray. “I’ll do upstairs, you do downstairs?”

There isn’t much room for objection even if you had any, Wanda already beginning to walk away with the cloth thrown over one of her shoulders. You reach down to grab similar materials, standing back up to watch her figure moving down the corridor. “Stop calling me that!” You call out, but the girl is gone before your sentence is even finished, the protest seemingly falling on deaf ears. A sigh escapes your lips as you close the cupboard door, determined to just ignore the other girl while you begin your designated chore.

You start with the class rooms, wiping each desk with the spray and then dusting the other surrounding surfaces. You quickly find nothing was too dirty, the uphold from the other members ensuring the work wasn’t too difficult. You move next to the dining hall, then the recreational spaces, your cloth picking up any small specks of dust that have come to rest on the furniture and surfaces. When you’ve wiped down each room, you return to the cupboard for the vacuum you’d spied earlier. It’s older than the one you have at home but easy enough to work, quickly making light work of vacuuming the entire bottom floor.

It’s probably half an hour later when you finish, at least that’s the guess you make without a watch. You tidy away the cleaning supplies back into the cupboard before doing a quick inspection of everything to make sure you haven’t missed anything. Satisfied everything is clean, you turn your attention to your missing task partner. You haven’t seen Wanda once, barely even heard her moving upstairs. So, devoid of what else to do, you decide to head up to check if she needed any help.

You check a few rooms before you find her, the closest spaces absent of her presence. It’s only when you open the door to the girls dormitory that you finally see her. Except, she’s not cleaning like you expected her to be, in fact the cloth is entirely disregarded on the bedside table. Instead, Wanda sits with her back against the headrest of her bed, legs crossed over the top of her floral sheets and a magazine sat across her lap.

The door almost slams behind you as you catch eye of her, shock and repel taking you over. “You’re supposed to be cleaning!”

Wanda’s eyes pick up as she hears you yell, meeting your stare across the room. A smirk appears on her face, her expression seeming very amused by your sudden entrance. “Believe me, what I’m doing is much more enjoyable.”

You scowl back, annoyed by the fact you’d just spent the last half hour cleaning the house while she had been sitting up here doing nothing for who knows how long. If you were more argumentative, you would think of something to say in retaliation, some quick quip to get back at her for being lazy. But you’d never been very good at arguing, never very good at holding your temper. So instead you simply hold your tongue as you walk further in the room, watching Wanda as she stared back at you. Suddenly, your eyes fall to the paper in her hand, reminded of how similar this situation felt to the first time you’d met her. Like then, the same curiosity comes over you as to what she might be looking at, particularly how it could be classified as contraband. With that in mind, the next words you utter are not with anger anymore, but instead interest. “What are you reading?”

“Oh this?” Wanda replies, closing the magazine and holding it up briefly. She smirks your way, the grin wide against her cheeks. “Playboy.”

The word was unfamiliar to your mind. “What?”

Wanda’s brow raise. “Don’t tell me you’ve never heard of a playboy magazine.”

You notice in that moment she’d lost her gum from earlier. In fact, you wouldn’t be surprised if she’d stuck it under a piece of furniture somewhere. But still trying to focus on the conversation at hand, you simply shake your head in response.

Wanda looks surprised, her brows raising even further. You think she’s going to jest you further, make fun of you for not recognising the name of her treasured magazine, but instead she simply extends it out. “Look.”

You move slowly, slightly hesitant to approach. You know Natasha had confiscated something like this from Wanda before and you didn’t presume this new magazine was much different from that previously banned material. Still, your curiosity seems to be getting the better of you because you slowly sit down on Wanda’s bed, your legs hanging off the side whilst the brunette crosses hers. Against the covers of the bed, Wanda slides the magazine between the two of you, opening it to a random page. What is plastered over it causes your eyebrows to raise completely in shock.

Women. But not just any pictures of women. The magazine was covered in dozens of images of women in differing stages of nudity. Immediately when you saw it, you felt the need to pull your eyes away, knowing that these kind of images were most definitely not the kind you should be looking at. But at the same time, it was like you couldn’t stop. There are about four models across the two pages scattered with different images, sometimes wearing sets of black lacy lingerie, sometimes wearing nothing at all. Theres a strange sensation bubbling in your gut, an odd warmth spreading through your mind as you look down at the pictures. The pure immorality of it all is enough for you to shake your head viscously.

“This is-we’re not-you shouldn’t have that.” You stutter, the images imprinted in your brain making it harder to focus and find the right words. You’ve never seen anything like that before, never looked at a woman’s body so out in the open. Now you could see why Natasha had quickly confiscated Wanda’s magazine and hidden it away from your view. “How do you even have this?”

The brunette seems utterly unfazed by the material in front of you. More so, her face looks amused at your alarmed reaction. “I steal them out of my brother’s backpack when he comes to visit,” she replies casually, as if this is something she’s been doing for months. “He’s pretty oblivious so he never notices, always thinks he lost them. Besides, even if he did know, he couldn’t tell my parents. He’s not allowed them either.”

While Wanda explains, you have to fight against yourself to hold eye contact. In your peripheral, you can still see the open page of nude women, restraining yourself from your body’s seemingly natural instinct to look down. “This isn’t right,” you reply, shaking your head. “We shouldn’t be looking at that.”

Wanda scoffs, looking displeased at your disapproval. She reaches out for the magazine, pulling it back into her own lap as she glances down at the images. Then, she’s looking back up at you, face inquisitive. “You’ve really never seen one before?”

You’re not sure exactly where she thinks you were going to find such a thing, but you’re certain you’ve never seen anything of the sort before. “No,” you reply sternly, shaking your head once more.

Wanda laughs to herself, rolling her eyes. “You call yourself a lesbian and you don’t even know what a playboy is.”

Her words cause a deep frown to appear on your brow, your voice raising to almost a shout. “I’m not a lesbian.”

A perfect brow raises in your direction as Wanda looks at you. Her expression seems particularly amused. “No? How’d you end up here then?”

The question hits you hard, the same thing you’d been pondering to yourself over the last few weeks of your stay. “I’m not gay,” you reply harshly. “Everyone just thinks that I am.”

“And why do you think they think that?”

Wanda’s eyes meet your own as she speaks, the question another one familiar to your own mind. “I don’t know,” you shrug. “Stupid reasons.” You think back to the conversation you’d had with your parents, the first time any of this had even cropped up into your mind. “A few posters I had up in my room, a couple songs on my playlist. Oh, and I told my boyfriend I don’t like kissing him. Which is totally stupid. I’m pretty sure he’s just really bad at it.”

A chuckle emanates from Wanda’s throat. You’re not quite sure why, watching as she leans in closer to you. When she speaks again, her face is barely inches from your own. “Oh honey, you don’t like kissing him because you like kissing girls.”

“What?” you exclaim, taken aback by her accusation. That couldn’t possibly be right. “No! I don’t! I told you, I’m not a lesbian.”

Wanda smirks, her eyes trained on yours. “Okay, maybe not a lesbian but I bet you’ve thought about a girl while he’s kissing you.”

The idea was entirely preposterous. “No!” you yelled back. “I haven’t!”

But your anger is only met with amusement on Wanda’s side, her smirk only deepening as she leans back on the bed. “You’re cute when you lie.”

The words have you recoilling, the inclination behind them picked up on yet rejected by your brain. And yet, you could feel a warmth spreading to your cheeks, embarrassment flushing in.

“Have you ever kissed a girl?”

You snap on to Wanda as her question rings out, watching as she casually slides her magazine back behind her bedside table. “No,” you reply firmly. “Of course not.”

“Then how do you know you don’t like it?” The brunette sits up again, leaning in closer to you. Her eyes meet your own, a strange shadow seemingly passing over them. She watches you for a moment, in almost unreadable expression moving across her face. “Surely theres only one way to find out.”

Wanda’s voice is low, barely above a whisper. You find you’re too busy watching her lips to notice her leaning in even closer, face barely centimetres from your own. Suddenly, you pull back. “What are you doing?”

Wanda doesn’t miss a beat, continuing to lean in even as you pull away. One of her hands comes to rest on your thigh, fingers grazing the material of your pleated skirt. “It’s okay,” she says lowly. “I’m just trying to help you.”

Her advance doesn’t stop, face moving closer and close towards yours. It’s only when she’s almost touching you, you realise she’s trying to kiss you. “No,” you say quickly, pushing her back by the shoulders. “We can’t do that. It’s not right.”

Wanda sighs, relaxing her posture a little. She shifts in the bed, eyes still trained on you. For a moment she simply looks over your face before that smirk appears once more. “Maybe…” she says, angling her head. “But isn’t that the whole reason we’re here?” The question slightly throws you for a loop, your confusion allowing Wanda to move closer to you once more. “Don’t do you want to be a good girl and finish the program?”

The way her breath fans across your face sends an odd shiver down your neck, goosebumps appearing on your arms. Her choice of words seems to form an odd feeling in your stomach, but you try your best to brush it off, nodding your head in response to the question. You did want to finish the program. You wanted to be able to go back home to your family.

Wanda smiles at your answer, her head angling to the side as her voice takes a caring tone. “Well we both know what the first step is…You have to admit to yourself you like girls.” She leans in closer, her eyes briefly flashing down to your lips. “You can’t heal if you don’t admit you have a problem.”

Her words mirror those of Natasha’s, the same thing she’d been trying to get through to you for weeks. But you can’t help but fight the part of your brain that recalls everything you’ve been taught about attraction. “This isn’t right,” you say quietly. “You have to stop.” And yet you find yourself making no move to pull away from the girl whose face sits mere inches from your own.

“As I said, I’m just trying to help you.” Wanda’s voice is calm, understanding. “Once you realise you like girls, you can move on with the rest of the program.” Then the brunette shrugs a shoulder. “Or hey, you maybe hate it and realise you actually are straight.”

It makes some sense in your mind but you’re still hesitant, knowing that what Wanda was even suggesting was against everything you wanted to believe in. “I don’t think that we should-“

“Just don’t think.” Wanda cuts you off before you can finish, and before you can even process what’s happening, she closes the final gap between you. Her lips meet yours, soft and warm against your skin. It’s gentle but rough at the same time, your eyes fluttering closed. Then immediately, as the warmth leaves, they snap back open.

Wanda’s staring back at you, face smiling. “How’d that feel?” You notice that her eyes look a little blown out, pupils wide against the sea of green. “Feels good right?”

Suddenly you realise what’s just happened, every part of your upbringing screaming inside your head. “What? No!” you reply, flustering. “No, it didn’t feel good. It felt wrong.”

But some part of you creeps up in the back of your mind, a part you recognised and yet wanted to snuff out more than anything, a part that knew you were lying.

And apparently, Wanda can see right through to that part too. “I can see it on your face, honey,” she says, voice now teasing. Her eyes trace over your features and you wonder what exactly gave it away. There isn’t much time to think however, as before you know it, Wanda’s leaning in again. Her lips meet yours, a hand sliding to your thigh once more.

“Stop,” you reply, pulling away. “This isn’t right. We’re not supposed to-“

Wanda cuts you off again. “Don’t think about what we’re supposed to do. Think about what feels right.”

You notice again the wildness of her pupils, only for a moment, before she leans in again. Your eyes close on impact, her lips crashing into yours in another kiss. Only this time you instinctively lean into it, pursing your lips against hers. Wanda pushes back, her mouth opening just slightly to take in your lips and you find yourself leaning in. There’s a reminiscent taste of bubblegum, sweet on your tongue as her saliva begins to mix with your own. The hand on your thigh tightens, another placed on to the side of your face. For a second you don’t think about anything other than just how good this moment feels.

It’s seconds later Wanda pulls away, her touch lingering but her lips missing. You find your eyes opening, gazing back at the smirking brunette staring back at you. “It feels pretty good doesn’t it?”

You’re lost for words, sure of your answer to her question but so reluctant to admit it. Wanda smiles back at you, her grip on your leg slowly raising up, ever so slightly bunching the fabric of your skirt. Before you can formulate a response, she’s moving in towards you. Her face disappears into the crook of your neck, her warm breath fanning out across your skin before her lips attach. Without thinking, your head falls back, only giving the brunette more access to nip at the skin of your neck. Your eyes feel heavy, an odd sensation pooling deep in your body. “I can make you feel so good…”

The words reverberate across your skin, sending shivers down your neck and across your chest. A small whine exits your throat, unintended by any part of you but seemingly drawn out by the gentle touches of both Wanda’s lips and her fingers dancing across your skin. “Wanda…”

The brunette slowly pulls back, her face rising to meet with yours. Theres a look in her eye you can’t identify. “You’re already a sinner now, right?” she says, voice husky. “No harm in twisting the knife.”

There’s a moment where you want to turn away, to listen to the rational part of your brain that tells you this is all wrong. But right now there’s only one thing you can truly think of; just how good it felt with Wanda’s lips against your own.

Your hands grab at the brunettes shoulders as you pull her in, the pair of you colliding before you even recognise what you’re doing. The kiss comes fast, clashing together in your desperation for the girl to stop talking and just to feel her against you again. Wanda smirks against your lips, humming an amused noise before she’s all over you.

Her hands find purchase in your hair, entangling in the strands at the nape of your neck as she pulls you in closer to her body. Her kiss becomes fiercer, control quickly being regained as she presses her lips into yours. A small hum of your own escapes as she presses her tongue into your mouth, quickly taking over as you simply let her in without protest. And in that moment a thought crashes over your mind; gay or not, your boyfriend was definitely bad at kissing. Furthermore, Wanda was very, very good.

Your hands grips slightly at her shoulders as the brunette domineers the kiss, her lips almost possessive against your own as her hand clutches as your cheek, manipulating your position to give her full control. You feel her other hand begin to drift further up your legs, pushing your skirt up to your hips before climbing even higher. Delicate touches grace over your stomach, then softly against your chest. You release a small whine as Wanda nips at your lip with her teeth, at the same time, reaching to unbutton the top clasp of your shirt. Her fingers work faster than your mind can even process, too distracted by the touch of her lips to notice her quick work of opening your entire shirt. It’s only when she reaches to touch your chest, a gasp of realisation releases from your throat.

Wanda however, continues without missing a beat. As you gasp, she lets her lips leave your own, reappearing quickly on the side of your neck. Her hand tightens around the skin beneath it on your chest, fingers squeezing around your bra and grabbing hold of your breast beneath it. Her soft kisses continue to move lower as you whine softly, her touch against your chest sending shivers down your body.

Then, her mouth turns more aggressive, resting just at the curve of your breast she begins to suck on the flesh harder, nipping with her teeth before smoothing it over with her tongue. You whine softly, the new sensation novel to your body but so intrinsically intuned. For the first time your eyes open, looking down to where the brunette resides again your chest. You notice the way your necklace rests between the wisps of her hair, a silver cross that you’d worn every day for years. The image is enough to remind you of how wrong this is, how under no circumstances you should be letting a girl kiss you or touch your body like this. But before you can fully wrap your mind around the forbidden nature of the act, a new sensation is stripping a small gasp from your chest. Wanda’s fingers move back to your thighs, slipping up the exposed skin before coming to rest on your underwear underneath.

“Wanda…” you breathe heavily, worked up by her touch and yet knowing how wrong it all was. You shouldn’t be doing this, any of it, especially what Wanda was insinuating as she slipped her hand beneath your skirt.

“Shh, it’s okay.” The brunette replies with ease, her voice low and sensual. Her eyes raise back up to your face, meeting your gaze with a blown out expression. “Let me make you feel good, Y/N.”

And with that, her mouth is on yours again. Her kiss is enough to distract you from forming a response, eyes closing as the sweet taste of bubblegum coats your tongue once more. Then you feel her fingers again, pressing lightly against the material of your underwear, tracing the lines of your folds underneath. Small noises travel from your mouth to hers, receptive to her touch, but it’s when she presses her thumb to your clothed clit, a moan finally slips out.

The situation is entirely new to you, never having been touched by anyone this way before. You and your boyfriend had always said you’d wait till marriage, just like you knew you should. But here with Wanda, her lips against yours and her fingers tracing your most delicate areas, the endorphins flowing through your brain are enough to say to hell with it all.

You push harder into the kiss, grasping hold of Wanda’s shoulders as you try to gain the upper hand. But the brunette is much more experienced than you and doesn’t let up easily. Her hands move to your own shoulders and quickly begin to push the open shirt from them. Her lips remain on yours, strong and fierce, until the shirt has been slipped from your body. Then Wanda pulls away, her eyes drifting down over you for just a moment before she’s grabbing at you again. She spins you around, pulling you fully on to the bed as her hands press your shoulders down into the mattress. In a swift movement, she’s kicking off her shoes to the floor, then pulling yours off too. She comes to settle on top of you, knees placed either side of your legs as she looks down. Her hands are quick as she unbuttons her own shirt, tossing it to the side. Then, she’s moving to unclip her bra.

You feel your eyes widen slightly as Wanda’s bare chest is revealed to you. Before the magazine she’d shown you minutes before, it’s the first time you’ve looked at another woman so nude. And in that moment, despite what your brain is screaming out to you, you can’t help but think about how good she looks.

Wanda seems to notice your staring, her face pulling an entirely amused expression as she looks down at you. “I don’t see why you deprive yourself of this, Y/N,” she says, beginning to lean in. Her lips meet your neck, sucking gently as you feel her fingers slip behind your shoulder blades, seeking the clasp of your bra. “Can something truly be so wrong if it brings you so much pleasure?”

You try to reply to her question, brain racking all of the answers you know you should be saying. But then her lips are sucking at your neck and you’re arching into her touch, once again taken over entirely by the flush of pleasure underneath her control. Theres a release against your chest as Wanda unclips your bra, tossing it easily to the side along with her own. “So gorgeous,” the brunette murmurs, one hand coming to grab at your chest. Then her lips are on you again, kissing at the skin around your nipple. When she pulls it into her mouth, teeth grazing over the bud, a needy whine erupts in your throat. Wanda smirks against you, breathing out a laugh. “So sensitive.”

Her mouth continues to work around the skin of your chest, before you notice her fingers crawling over your stomach. They take hold of your skirt, pressing it up to bunch at your waist. Then Wanda is moving away, fingers quickly hooking themselves under the sides of your underwear as she begins to slide them down.

For a sudden moment, you’re acutely aware of what’s going on, of how you are quite literally in a dorm at a camp where this type of behaviour was attempted to be corrected. Not to mention the rule of any sort of fraternisation being entirely banned. “Wait,” you say, looking down at the brunette between your legs, suddenly afraid of what you were about to do. “I don’t think-“

“I told you to stop thinking,” Wanda replies, eyes snapping to yours. She continues to pull your underwear down, throwing them to the floor once they’ve passed your ankles. Before you can say anything more, her lips drown you in a kiss. The sweetness of it all is enough to wipe any of the doubt from your mind, so when Wanda’s hands dip between your legs, you don’t hesitate to let her. Deft fingers run between your folds, teasing you slightly as they brush gently across your clit. You sigh breathily between the breaks of your kiss, Wanda’s touch like electric to your skin.

“God, you’re so wet, Y/N,” the brunette whispers, pulling her face away to smirk down at you. “Is this all for me?”

She’s teasing you, making you think about how hesitant you’d been to this whole idea, and then about how receptive you were under her touch. But you don’t want to think about any of that, don’t want to remind yourself of how wrong this all was. All you want is for her to keep going. “Wanda…” you whine, squirming under her as her fingers teased your entrance. “Please.”

You don’t even truly know what you’re asking for her to do, all you know is you need her. Thankfully, the brunette is proficient in picking up your body’s signals. “Shh, it’s okay,” she whispers, breath fanning across your face. “I know what you need, princess. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it.”

It’s only seconds later you feel her middle finger plunge into you. You let out a loud gasp at the contact, feeling her finger begin to move inside of you like nobody’s had before. Her name drips off your tongue, laced with pleasure, as her head moves back to your chest, tongue playing with your hardened nipple. Theres a mark resting there, red and throbbing below the skin of your cross. In the heat of the moment, you hands reach out to grasp the back of her head, intertwining with her hair as you feel her add another finger inside you.

The pleasure rolls of you in waves, Wanda’s touch like a skilled professional highly attuned to draw sweet subtle moans from your mouth. Her thumb circles your clit as she continues to pump her fingers inside of you, curling them to reach that spot that sends shivers up your spine.

“Fuck, Wanda,” you murmur, nails lightly scratching at her bare back.

The brunette chuckles, raising her head from your chest. “Now that’s not a very holy word, is it Y/N?” She smirks, and for a moment her touch is gone. You whine, chasing her fingers as they leave your needy core. Theres a second she lifts her weight and you see her reaching to remove her own underwear, then she’s back on you, this time sitting against just on of your thighs. You can feel her wetness against your skin, a soft moan escaping as she makes contact. “I wanna cum with you, okay?” she says, eyes meeting yours. You nod eagerly but your reply is swallowed up by a low cry as her fingers suddenly sink back into you.

Her speed picks up as she begins to curl inside you once again, a soft stream of curses leaving your lips at the unexplainable pleasure of her touch. You can feel Wanda begin to grind on to your thigh as she works, soft gasps escaping from her lips each time her clit brushes beautifully against your skin. She showers your praises as you whimper noises of your own, breaths heavy and moans unrestrained as she brings you closer and closer to that edge.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, princess,” Wanda husks over you. “Such a pretty girl for me.”

Her words only add to the building feeling in your lower stomach, that familiar coil building from the times you’d reached down to pleasure yourself after your parents had went to bed - not that you would tell anyone that.

“Please, Wanda,” you whimper, back arching into her. “I’m close-please…”

One hand continues to pump inside you, paced perfectly as her curled fingers reached that spot with each thrust. The other come up to play with a perked nipple, the bud rolling though Wanda’s fingers as helpless whines spill from your mouth. “Just a minute, princess,” Wanda replies, her breathing heavy. “I’m almost there.”

Surprisingly, her pace doesn’t falter as she too climbs closer to her orgasm. Her moans grow louder, her cunt grinding harder against your thigh as she continues to swirl your clit at the perfect speed. It’s when you finally tense the muscles in your leg, that she finally falls apart.

You feel her soak your thigh, gasping desperately as she cums. You watch mesmerised as her face screws up, her jaw hanging loose as she rides out her orgasm on your leg, drunk on pleasure. It only adds to the bundling arousal pooling in your lower stomach.

“Cum, pretty girl” Wanda whispers, still coming down from her high. “Cum for me.”

And you do. With her fingers curling just right inside you, you finally tip over the edge. Your orgasm comes hard, crashing over you in a tidal wave as Wanda slowly circles your clit, guiding you through it. A guttural moan elicits from your throat, Wanda’s name lacing your tongue. That pleasant buzz takes over your mind as you feel her fingers slow, riding out your high, drunk on her touch. You’re on the brink of overstimulation when she finally removes her hand entirely. Eventually your eyelids flutter open, heavy from exhaustion, and you spy the brunette with her fingers deep isnide her mouth, her tongue lapping up every last bit of your arousal.

“So sweet,” she murmurs above you, both of your minds still fuzzy from the resounding pleasure. Eventually, the brunette moves herself away from your thigh, whining slightly as her core is exposed to the cool air. Her body flops down next to yours, shoulders touching as you lay cramped in the single cot. Your heavy breaths are the only sound for a long while, loud in the silence of the dormitory. Then finally, when you’ve managed to right your body again, your face turns to look at the girl beside you. Wanda is already staring back, green eyes wide as a huge smirk settles across her lips. She looks you up and down, her grin only widening as she husks, “You still wanna believe you’re not into girls?”.

[dual1pa]

"you're gonna make me fall in love with you"

steve harrington x reader using she/her pronouns

A/N: ahh the sweet smell of a best friends to lovers fic <3

WARNINGS: 18+ ONLY PLEASE !! language, swimming in underwear (both reader & steve) kissing w/ tongue, boob grabbage, missionary position but no smut occurs

(doesn't follow plot of Stranger Things)

She placed her Converse-covered feet on the leather seat of her best friend, Steve Harrington's beat-up Chevy. He received the "piece of shit car," as he would say, from his parents as a graduation present years ago. It was originally his father's work truck, but he no longer needed it.

"At least you have a car, son," he told him.

All her attention was outside of the car as Steve drove them to their favorite spot at the lake. It seemed as if no one knew it existed since there was never a soul in sight, which was great for the two of them to get away from the hustle and bustle of their small town of Hawkins, Indiana.

The scenery of the drive there was something else - especially at sundown after a warm summer day when the sky was filled with yellow, orange, pink, and purple.

As her hair blew from the open window, she hummed along to Tiffany's 'I Think We're Alone Now' as Steve tapped his hands to the beat of the song on the steering wheel.

Steve pulled into a rocky area where he normally parks the car, went to grab a blanket out of the trunk, and led her to their favorite spot.

Normally, they didn't swim in the water, just lay on the fuzzy blanket, listened to the water and their favorite tunes from Steve’s portable radio, and stared up at the stars.

She and Seve have been friends since middle school, yes, even though his King Steve era where he thought he was better than everyone.

The two of them rarely had fights, and when they did, they quickly made up and went out to get ice cream or head to their favorite spot on the lake.

They found their spot on accident after participating in an extra credit assignment for Ms. Taylor's science class - since the both of them were failing at the time.

Now, a year later, they considered the spot theirs.

Just like usual, empty.

Steve tried his best to lay the teal blanket down flat, but the grass made it difficult.

She laid down first, then Steve. He watched her figure out her next thought as she stared up into the cloudless sky.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked, resting his body on his arm.

She turned her head to lock eyes with him and smiled, "I kinda wanna go swimming."

"I didn't bring a swimsuit," Steve sighed.

She chuckled, "Neither did I," quickly getting up and stripping off her T-shirt and jean shorts, leaving her in a bra and underwear.

Steve had seen her change a dozen times and she could care less as she had no shame about her body.

Without waiting for her friend, she ran into the cold but refreshing water. She dove under the small waves and resurfaced to find steve shoving his pants off, leaving him in plaid boxers.

Once he caught up to her, they enjoyed the water for a while longer then went to air dry on the blanket.

Steve reached for the radio to find a station playing a song they both liked. as if it was fate, one of their favorites played softly through the speaker.

He got up and started dancing and singing the lyrics, urging her to come join him on the imaginary dance floor.

She grabbed his hand to help her off the cozy blanket, grabbed her waist and started swaying back and forth. If she was honest with herself, she could picture a life with Steve.

She could imagine traveling with Steve, purchasing a home with him in the suburbs.

She pictured buying a cute little 3 bedroom home in the Indiana suburbs - definitely away from Hawkins. She pictured the bright green grass and being surrounded by nice neighbors and even getting a pet.

She pictured starting a family with him, though, she would never tell him that, unless the time was right.

Back in the moment, she couldn’t stop laughing at Steve’s horrible singing.

“stop it,” she leaned her head back and let out a loud laugh

“stop what? singing?” he didn’t listen and kept singing along.

“you’re gonna make me fall in love with you if you keep singing like that,” she smiled.

Steve blushed, “we’re literally slow dancing in our underwear, i hope you know that i’m already in love with you.”

That’s all she ever wanted to hear from her best friend, “i’m in love with you.”

He wasted no time to press his lips to hers. they were just how she imagined he would taste: a mix of mint toothpaste and the coffee he drinks daily.

she reached her hands up to comb through his damp brunette hair and moaned into his mouth, urging him to shove his tongue in her mouth.

he gripped her waist, then her butt, then her thighs to feel every inch of her, what he wanted to do for years.

the two laid back down on the blanket and continued their assault on each other. he fit right between her legs, but knew that she didn’t want their first time to be on the muddy ground.

to take a breath from their make out session, he rested his forehead on hers and smiled.

“can i call you mine? all mine?” he asked, placing a piece of hair behind her ear.

“that’s all i’ve wanted, steve harrington.”

he reached up to grab at her breast but she stopped before she got too turned on.

“as much as i want to, take me back to your place and take me in your bed?” she said, kissing his neck and down to his chest.

she’s never seen him pack up so quickly.

[jamdoughnutmagician]

Down Memory Lane (So Much Has Changed...)

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader (18+)

Now presenting yet another Eddie fic from me named after a McFly song.

Word Count:2,015

Warnings:18+, Smut, Oral Sex (F rec), Soft/Sappy romantic sex, Friends to lovers, mentions up the upside down,

Eddie Munson Masterlist // Masterlist

As he peered down at you lovingly with those big sparkling brown eyes that you had come to love, you couldn't dream of being anywhere else.

Safely caged underneath his body. His lips kissing along the column of your throat. A sweet trail that ended with his lips pressed upon yours. His tongue slipping in to dance with yours.

Falling for your best friend was never something you had anticipated, but Eddie made it so easy.

You still remember when you first met him as a young boy all those years ago.

You cried as your mother moved with you into your new home. Well, new trailer, actually. She had to uproot you from your old home when she got a new job here in Hawkins. You didn’t want to leave your old school, your friends and everything familiar around you, but it wasn’t your decision to make.

“Hey there, you lookin’ for a friend?” A young boy with a gap in his teeth and a mop of dark curls asked as he made his way over to you.

“Hm?” You snivel, drying your tears on the sleeve of your hoodie.

“You look like you could use a friend right now.” The boy says. “My uncle always says that the best thing you can be is a kind friend to someone who needs a smile.” he continues sitting next to you on your trailer’s step.

“I’m Eddie” he smiles, extending his hand out towards yours.

Shaking his hand in yours you tell him your name in exchange.

“Now we aren’t strangers anymore.” his smile is infectiously warm and welcoming that suddenly moving to Hawkins didn’t feel so lonely anymore.

Your eyes fluttered closed as he kissed you. Kissed you like it was his favourite thing to do. His fingers itching around the hem of your t-shirt.

“Will you let me see you, Sweetheart?”

You nod your head, a smile playing at your lips as he tugs the shirt from your body, flinging it to some dark corner of his room.

“You’re so beautiful, Sweetheart.” His words are murmured against the soft skin of your breast that spills from your bra’s cups. 

“You’re so beautiful, Sweetheart.” he smiled, his hands delicately held on to your waist as you slowly swayed in time with the music in the school’s hall. Truth be told, Eddie didn’t care all that much about going to prom, but the look on your face when you told him how excited you were about going was so cute that he couldn’t help himself. You weren’t dating, no, this was no more than two friends going out and having a nice time dancing together.

The fact that Eddie secretly scared away any guy who even so much as dared to ask you to be their prom-date was something he would be keeping to himself.

The way you smiled so brightly as he dipped and twirled you on the dancefloor had been worth every moment of getting dressed up in the nicest black tux he could afford. Eddie would do anything to make you smile.

Happy to see you being treated as the princess that you deserved to be, if only for one night he got to be your Prince Charming. If only for one night. 

Even if Wayne had teased him when he snapped a picture of you two all dressed up for the occasion.

His hands reach behind your back, making quick work of snapping the clasps of your bra before sliding the straps down your arms. His lips are all too eager to attach themselves to your breasts, the kisses urgent as his tongue playfully swirls around one of your nipples, toying with it until it peaks into a hardened bud. His guitarists fingers pinching and plucking the other with practised ease, smirking against your skin when he hears your stifled moans of pleasure.

The sun was setting over Lover’s Lake, the last hazy gleam of the summer’s end glittering off the water in front of you. He brought you here every summer, always wanting to spend his time with you watching as the sun fell, washing the sky with warm peachy-oranges and dusky pink clouds. 

Leaning your head against Eddie’s shoulder with a soft sigh of contentment you break the comfortable silence between the two of you.

“I love you Ed.” 

“I love you too, Sweetheart.” He replies, kissing his lips into the crown of your head. He loved you more than he could ever begin to explain, way more than it to be considered platonic on his side, but even so he could never find the words to tell you.

“I love you more than I should as a friend.”

“Sweetheart…”

“No, no, I know, it’s stupid and we’re only friends, and you don’t feel the same wa-”

You’re cut off by Eddie tilting your chin upwards, making you look at him.

“Sweetheart, you don’t know how long I've been waiting to tell you how I feel about you. I never said anything because I was so worried that you didn’t feel the same and I didn’t wanna fuck up things between us. Your friendship means more to me than the way I feel for you.”

“Eddie..” you whisper, leaning in close to his lips.

Eddie follows your lead, cupping your cheek in his hand, and kissing your lips with a tentative gentleness that had you melting against him. A soft press of his lips upon yours in a tender, long-awaited, kiss.

Eddie’s body comfortably slotted in between the open spread of your thighs, your underwear long gone now as he noses into the soft thatch of hair between your legs.

“Will you let me taste you, sweetheart..”

You nod shyly, not confident in your voice all of a sudden.

“Let me hear you say it, please..” his voice teases.

“Please Eddie..” you sigh, winding your fingers into his wild mess of curls. “I want you to make me feel good.”

His tongue sweeps across your folds in a wide stripe, tasting every inch of your wetness. Swirling around your clit, flicking over it a few times before going back to dragging his tongue through your pussy.

He moans against you, happily, as his plump pink lips gently suck on your clit, feeling how it pulses with your arousal under his actions.

“Taste’s so fucking sweet…” he mumbles against you, slurring his words out as he slips one of his long fingers into you, slowly crooking it to press against that spot that has you tensing up.

Your fingers tug gently at his dark curls, urging him to make you come with a desperate whine of ‘please’ falling sweetly from your lips.

He continues to eat you out with the insatiable hunger, licking and slurping up your dripping wetness and teasing the pad of his fingers inside you until he feels the tell-tale sign of you clenching around his finger. Listening to the breathy whines of you mewl out as you pulse for him with a gushing orgasm.

“That’s it…there’s my good girl…doing so well for me sweetheart..” he praises lovingly as his tongue gently kitten-licks over your clit, easing you down from your high.

He pulls away from your core, his lower face shining-wet with your arousal as he places a soft kiss to the inside of your thigh.

  “Steve! Help me!” you cried out, not daring to leave Eddie’s body for one moment. The dark swirling of monsters from another dimension swarmed around you.

Eddie’s body had taken the worst of the damage as he tried to shield you from the creatures. 

“Sweetheart, you know I love you right?” Eddie wheezed, his voice hoarse and scratchy.

“No.” you choked, the tears rising to your eyes. “I’m not doing final “I love you’s”. Not here. Not now.” you shook your head, doing your level best to support the weight of your boyfriend’s body as you made your way through the devastation of this dark world. Both of you trying to fend off the screeching bats as they dived towards each of your bodies.

Steve was finally able to get to you where helped you fight off the swarm of bats, sharing the heavy weight of Eddie’s body as he slipped one of Eddie’s arms over his broad shoulder, with you on the other side doing the same.

Somehow, by some shred of luck, the three of you were able to get back to Eddie’s trailer, and back through to the other side, before the portal closed off, leaving that dark dimension behind.

You immediately rushed to Eddie’s side, squeezing him so tightly, the fear that you had almost lost him to the horrors of that world still shuddering underneath your skin.

“You don't get to try to play the hero, Eddie. I love you too much to leave you behind.”

He rolls his hips into yours, leaning down to meet you as his lips brush against yours once more. Pulling sweet moans and mewling whimpers from your lips as he rocks into you slowly. Filling you deeply with every inch as he cages you safely beneath him.

“Love you sweetheart. You’re my girl forever and always, you know that, right?” he pants as his lips find yours once more.

You reach your hand up to brush away the dark curls that fall in front of his face, tenderly rubbing your thumb over the beginnings of stubble on his cheeks.

“Love you too, Teddy..Always and forever..” 

He continues to rut into you, bringing each of you closer to your highs. His thumb reaching down between your joined bodies, eagerly rubbing precise circles on your clit, touching you in the way that he knows drives you wild.

The tell-tale signs of your breathy whines tumbling from your lips as you cling to him is all he needs to know that you’re close. The edge of pleasure within touching distance of your fingertips.

“Let go for me, sweetheart..Want you to feel good.” he murmurs as he passionately kisses you once more.

He thrusts into you a few more times, and that was all you needed before you were coming for him, clenching around his length with a silent cry of pleasure.  It didn’t take much more than the tight squeeze of your pulsing cunt hugging against his length before Eddie was filling you up. Pressing his hips into yours as he fills you with rope after rope of his come.

You two stay close to each other for a while after, neither one of you daring to pull away from the other. Content to bask in the warmth of each other’s love.

Eddie’s body lay quietly in the hospital bed, machines steadily beeping as they monitored him. He’d taken the brunt of the damage that day, trying to protect you.

You couldn’t begin to describe the horror and darkness you’d seen that day. Nobody would have believed you if you tried. 

But nevertheless you stayed by Eddie’s side through it all. Despite the heavy droop of your eyelids threatening to close as the exhaustion overtook your body.

Then you felt it. The gentle squeeze of his hand in yours. Gentle and soft, barely noticeable, but it was there. 

That was what pulled you from your tired state. The way his hand fit so perfectly in yours, like it was always meant to be there.

“Eddie?”

His long eyelashes fluttered open, those big brown eyes that you had come to know and love looking back at you.

“Sweetheart?” his voice rasped out.

“Yeah, it’s me. I’m here.” you nod, wiping away the tears spilling from your eyes.

“You didn’t think I was going to leave you, did you? Not without making good on my promise.” his husky voice asks, thumb grazing over his clunky metal ring that adorned the ring finger on your left hand.

“I never doubted you for one second.” you smiled, kissing his forehead. “Take all the time you need, Teddy. I’ll be here for you when you’re ready. It’s just you and me, remember? Always and forever.”

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[addisonnie]

mine for the summer

summary: a lifeguard and a camp counselor walk into a bar…..

an: HIIIIIIIII here is part 1 of maybe 3? not sure. anywaysssss, enjoy! im working on trying to make my fics shorter because i work myself to the bone making long ass fics, so this one is going to be a few short parts rather than one long one !

warnings: cursing, there’s a camper named ‘michelle’ who is mentioned a few times, my apologies if that’s your name! you’ve got a name twin i suppose. not proofread because i’m in my lazy era (as i always have been)

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Wyoming is particularly hot today. Ellie has spent much of the morning wiping sweat from her brows and detaching children from her back — they seem to be extra clingy this year. For the past four years, Ellie has donned the same red athletic shorts and matching white top with the words “CAMP COUNSELOR” across the chest in jersey font. Here she stands for the fifth summer, in the middle of an open field with children clinging to her legs, giggling like madmen.

A few other counselors sprawl across the grass, all involved in something different: capture the flag, football, and general roughhousing. One particular counselor catches her eye, though. You’re standing on the lake’s shore, donning a red bikini top and a pair of shorts that match hers, only yours say “LIFEGUARD” across the globes of your ass. She doesn’t think she recognizes you. Your hair is tied back, sunglasses cover your eyes and your skin seems to sparkle and glow under the heat of the Wyoming sun. And then, you turn around.

Ellie just about drops the child she’s holding on her back. You’d missed camp last summer due to unforeseen circumstances, and in that one year, you’d surely grown into yourself. She couldn’t deny the blush that crept up the nape of her neck as you caught her eye and immediately began waving before breaking into a full sprint toward her.

“Ellie Williams! Is that you I see?” Your voice is as sweet as it always was, Ellie blushes harder.

She carefully places the camper down before meeting you halfway, “it is! Look at you, all grown up.”

You chuckle before dragging her into a tight squeeze, “you’re only six months older, yanno.”

Ellie’s grip loosens as she pulls back to smile at you, “I’ve got to take wins where I can get them.”

The hug goes on for a few more beats, you sway side to side and squeeze Ellie a bit tighter when she moves to pull away.

“So, Williams. How you been? Joel? Sarah?”

She smiles a little wider at the mention of her family, “good. We’ve been good. Sarah actually just got engaged, so the wedding is soon. You’re invited, by the way.”

Your jaw drops in shock and you lightly smack at Ellie’s bicep, “engaged! I didn’t even know the bitch was dating!”

“We have a lot to catch up on—“

Her words are cut short by a shrill scream of your name, “Get back to the lake! We’re playing chicken and you're my teammate!”

The shout was followed by you being dragged away by several young girls, straight back toward where you came from. You maintained eye contact with Ellie as you were dragged toward the shore and shouted back at her, “come find me later!”

Ellie smiled and nodded.

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Ellie hated kids, that much she’d admit. However, if you asked her how she felt about her campers, don’t act surprised when a slight smile brushes across her face — only for a few seconds. Friday night at Camp Silver Lake called for a massive camp-wide bonfire, chock-full of s’mores, hotdogs, and some classic campfire songs.

Ellie is sitting on a log in front of the fire while she watches you over the burning embers, a couple of gangly kids are wrapped around you like a jungle gym; You giggle and attempt to shake off their sticky fingers.

“Ellie. I will give you five whole dollars if you play campfire song song from Spongebob. Five. Whole. Dollars.” One of Ellie’s campers stood at the front of a gaggle of children with her hands clasped together as if she was praying.

“Michelle. Mickey. My beloved Mickster, five dollars isn’t enough. Make it ten and do my laundry for a week.”

Michelle squints at Ellie and purses her lips, “ten bucks and I won’t tell miss lifeguard over there that you have a crush on her.”

Ellie splutters out a cough and looks up at Michelle with wide eyes, “I do not!”

“Oh, please. You’re so whipped for her she’s practically got your balls in her back pocket. Ten. Bucks. Oh—! Here she comes.”

Ellie scoffs’ “language!” eliciting an eye-roll and a a $10 bill slapped onto Ellie’s naked thigh before she happily skips away, winking at you and ignoring the confused look on your face.

“What’s Mickey so excited about? Someone fall out of that tree again? She thought it was reaaaal funny when I did the other day.” Ellie laughs and pats the open space next to her, “something about me playing the Spongebob campfire song. Really gets her going, I guess.”

Your eyes light up like a kid in a candy shop, “I fuckin’ love that song!”

The tips of your fingers squeeze at Ellie’s thigh and she blushes wildly, hoping she can blame the flush on the heat of the roaring fire nearby, “that would be so fun, you have to! Oh— also, will you hand me that cup? The red solo, it’s mine.”

Ellie smiles and pats the top of your hand with hers, “If you’re good I’ll dedicate it to you.”

She misses the way your cheeks burn red while she turns to grab your drink, “here you—hey! Chill out with throwing that ball by the fire! You’re gonna hit someone.”

A chorus of “sorry Ellie” rings out from the crowd of campers and she grunts, turning back to face you.

“Sorry about that, here’s your drink. Jungle juice?”

You laugh and nudge her with your shoulder, “I wish. Try fruit punch.”

She watches you sip from the cup and swallows harshly while you maintain eye contact over the rim. Her fingers itch and tingle, and before she knows it her pointer finger is tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. She wishes she could find a wildflower somewhere to place with it; All she sees is dirt and grass. Could she tuck a piece of grass behind your ear? Probably not.

Her thoughts are cut short by a yelp and a quick wet splash, leaving her forearm just slightly sticky. A football sits in your lap along with an empty solo cup, the contents appearing soaked into your white tank top.

“Oh, fuck. I told them to stop throwing that ball over here. C’mon, we can go get you cleaned up. Fuck, I’m sorry. Shit.” Ellie is cursing and mumbling like a madman as she grabs your waist and yanks you from the log you were sitting on.

“Geez—Ellie! It’s fruit punch! You’re acting like I got shot.” She huffs and squeezes your hip, “whatever. I’ll take you to my cabin, you can borrow a shirt and I’ll wash this one.”

You smirk to yourself as her pointer finger hooks into the belt loop of your shorts, Ellie dragging you behind her as she angrily marches to her cabin.

[wordsofhoneydew]

happy wednesday <3

thank you to my lovelies @anincompletelist @suseagull04 @itsmaybitheway @eusuntgratie @heysweetheart-writes @rockyroadkylers @magicandarchery for tagging me !! your snippets were absolutely scrumptious

i started my first song fic!! so i’ll be sharing a longer snippet than i usually would:

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Henry is walking back now, taking careful steps around the crowd of dancing people as he tries not to spill the tray of shots he’s holding. A high pitched giggle escapes his lips as he sets it down on the table in front of Alex, but Alex never strays his focus away from Henry’s face. The way his blue eyes gleam reminding him of the water at his father’s lake house back in Texas— dark and all consuming—as he looks back at Alex so intently. He could get lost in them forever.

just another blip in my heart:

He’s laughing at some suggestive joke Pez makes, head tipped back and smile completely unguarded. The sheen sweat on his cheekbones makes his skin glow under the luminescent lights of the bar, as if he was sculpted by Michelangelo himself. And Alex just watches him in quietude, utterly infatuated with Henry’s natural beauty. It makes his heart clench in his chest; knowing that he can’t have him, that Henry doesn’t feel the same way as he does.

So he looks away begrudgingly, grabbing another shot and downing it without a flinch or grimace, hoping that the buzz under his skin and the raucous music will eventually drown out the thoughts of the pretty blond man in front of him.

Then Nora is grabbing Alex by his wrist and pulling him up to the dance floor. He bites back a groan as he gives in to her, and places his hands on her waist.

“What’s up with you, Alejandro? You’ve been sulking all night.” Damn Nora’s perceptiveness and ability to read right through him. He thought he did a fair job at hiding the looming feeling of dejection that comes to him whenever Henry’s around or weighing heavily in his thoughts.

”Nothing.” Alex catches a glimpse of Henry watching them and turns around so that his back is facing toward him. Out of sight out of mind.

Nora looks over his shoulder as she continues to dance, a knowing smirk spreading across her lips. “Oh I see, still pining over Henry?”

Alex rolls his eyes as he tries to keep up with the pace of Nora’s movements. “What d’ya think?” he practically grumbles. “It’s not like I can turn off my feelings like a fuckin’ light switch.”

“Loosen up, man. Or just talk to him. That white boy is literally in love with you, stop being a coward and just go for it.”

A coward. That’s exactly what Alex is, and if it means it will protect his heart from inevitable rejection, then so fucking be it.

“I need another drink.” He mumbles, not caring whether Nora hears or not.

The night fades away into Alex stumbling through the front door of his apartment, still buzzed with adrenaline and alcohol running through his system.

After a much needed shower and change into a comfortable pair of sweats, the fuzziness subsides, his feelings begin to feel tangible, more real. His mind replays the events of the night; prim and proper Henry loosened up after a few drinks of gin and tonic, how he swayed his hips subtly to Get Low and smiled to himself as other people gyrated against each other. He recalls how they caught each other's eyes every so often, then noticing how Henry quickly averted his eyes every time. Tonight he was beautiful and glowing, and absolutely captivating in the way he just was—In the way he always is. Alex misses the person he was before he found himself enamored with Henry; gregarious and the life of the fucking party. Now he’s stuck in an endless loop of pining after someone he can never have and convincing himself he’s over it.

sometimes I think of calling you up:

Alex is sprawled out on his couch with his TV playing something he could care less about. As suspected, the effects of alcohol can only do so much to drown out the despair of unrequited love, his mind no longer buzzing from the sound of club music, but circling around only one person’s name over again. Henry Henry Henry.

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[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

Hello may I request for fuegoleon with a hybrid wife s/o who is half human and half sea fae? So she has water based magic and can control the ocean and can turn into a mermaid. (She's very beautiful too cuz mythically fae of the sea are very alluring and beautiful) I think it'd be really cool to see the dynamic between Fue's bold and passionate fire and his wife's calm but ferocious and uncontrollable water

Hiya~!

I was very much enabled and inspired for this fic~ I hope you enjoy it! I didn't think that Fue and such an s/o would really be that different deep down

Pairing: Fuegoleon x f!reader Fanfic type: Oneshot Genre: General/fluff Length: ~0.7k Contains: Fue admiring his spouse, talk about sea and its depth (not dwelling on it though), just fluffy thoughts, and some teasing remarks

Waves. The smell of fresh sea air as the gentle motion of the ocean just swaying, as if brushing the shore, stood ahead of you. And it was all couple with the sound the water made in its motion. As if a quiet song most couldn’t understand.

At times you wondered if you did either. Perhaps your mother might have. Your father did. You were sure that he did. It was his home, after all. And you... you weren’t quite sure which one you were more, land or sea. Or maybe you were a shore. Something that existed in between. Which was why you were able to spend longer times in the Capitol, land in general, away from bodies of water.

But it didn’t make you appreciate the trips, and the time your husband took off his busy schedule, to bring you here in Raque. To just... admire the waves. And listen to the songs it told.

There was a hand on your shoulder, which made you turn your head to the side, before feeling a sturdy chest pressed against your back.

“Go ahead,” there was a soft encouragement, as if a praise, spoken as a whisper. “I know you want to,” he told you with the slightest hints of amusement before placing a kiss to your temple.

You glanced at him, your lips tugged up into a grin, and saw him with a gentle smile on his face. The very same understanding, loving smile that you had fallen for way back when. The very same smile that still lingered as you ran to the ocean, as your legs were replaced with a tail, and the taste of air was changed to the taste of sea water as gills took charge.

You knew he was watching, silently, while wearing that smile.

But what you didn’t realize, was him watching your scales glimmer in the light of the sun. The ethereal beauty of them just glistening amidst the waves that would bend to your will.

Sure, someone might have wondered why, or how, a fire made with a heart that was as passionate as a roaring flame, would have fallen in love with someone that held water magic, was calm and gentle as a pond.

Only that the idea of you being “like a pond” was very much not true. And whenever someone implied of such a thing, he found it to be nothing but amusing misguidedness. Because, sure, you held the serenity of a calm lake, or the sea on a day that the winds chose not to sway the surface of it. But... beneath the ocean surface the tides would always sway, there would be the roar of the ocean, the strength and the power those who travelled the seas would know to respect.

He didn’t think that he had been mindful enough of the fact, just how deep the oceans could be before.

But now he was.

And he knew that you could handle yourself. That you could stand your ground, if need be.

If need be. He just didn’t want there to be such. Which was why he worried.

He worried even if he watched you play in the water as the sun glided from your scales.

Perhaps one might have stated that he was very much like that himself, someone who seemed calm and collected on the surface, but was strong and held fury in his heart. That both of you held depths within yourselves.

Maybe you were both aware of it on some level, and maybe that was the very thing that had drawn you too together. Not the superficial differences, but the deep, strong similarities. How your hearts sang together.

He might tease you for being his siren, and you’d groan because you weren’t a siren, but coming from him, it was different. He meant it with all the love in the world. And he was your hot-headed fireball. Though he very much prided himself in being able to stay calm.

The loving teasing that you both did. Because you understood each other.

[angst-fairygodmother]

Exchanges: Babysitting (The Song of Sway Lake Story)

A/N: A young Irina helps her aunt and uncle come to a realization about the future. Word Count: 734 Rating: G - no warnings? Implied smut, I suppose. 

Jess leaned against the doorframe, watching Ollie with Irina. It was hard to believe that when she was born he was afraid of being asked to hold her, afraid to even touch her, in case it went wrong. Now, she was cradled carefully against his chest, eyes fluttering like she was fighting sleep, as they swayed to a perfect tune that Ollie hummed. 

She felt something warm building in the pit of her stomach, a fuzzy feeling that made her heart race like it was about to burst forth and take flight. He looked so natural with the little girl, and there was an almost overwhelming sense of peace blanketing them. She wished she had her camera to capture the moment. But she couldn't force her eyes away from the scene, let alone turn to go, lest she miss a second. 

Ollie looked up suddenly, catching her eye with one of his awkward, adorably shy grins. She tried to smile back, but she couldn't, too busy spiraling and drowning in what his eyes held, a promise that was a question too: it will be our baby next, if you want it to be, today or tomorrow or when we're old and greying, whenever you are sure.

~

Later on, Irina sleeping peacefully in the next room, Jess studied her boyfriend’s profile. The dim light of the tv, some old movie droning softly in the background, caught on the sharp angles of his jawline and strong plane of his nose, highlighting them like he was sculpted. His tangled hair was tucked behind one ear, leaving a wide expanse of his throat exposed and calling to her. 

“I love you,” she murmured, reaching up to tuck a stray strand back into place and kiss his pulsepoint, the rest of her sentence so muffled into his skin that he couldn't understand her. 

She watched in delight as his eyebrows dipped in confusion and a shiver ran through him. 

“What did you say?” He asked, not quite turning to look at her. 

She kissed the same place again. “I said I love you.” 

“And…?” he prompted with a chuckle, “what was the second half?”

She hummed as if she was trying to remember. “Oh! That.” She swung a leg over so that instead of sitting beside him, she was straddling his lap. “Just that I've been thinking.”

He swallowed nervously, but she saw a glint in his eye as he waited for her to go on. She threaded her fingers into his hair and stared at them, suddenly afraid to look at his face. 

“I want them to have your eyes, and your talent with music, and your laugh. Have I ever told you how much I love your laugh? And we'll close the bookstore for the off-season and go to the city, so they can have a proper school, not the bullshit that's up here. And I want Selina and Nikolai nearby, and maybe Honey and Leon. A baby should be surrounded by family. And grow up with a best friend, not have to find them later and be lonely. Promise we won't let them grow up lonely like we did?”

“Jess,” he reached up to cradle her face in his hands, swiping away a tear with the pad of his thumb. “Sweetheart, what are you talking about?”

She leaned into his touch, her cheek resting on his palm, heart racing and breath coming short. 

“Our baby,” she said after a moment. “No, babies. I want to have so many babies with you Ollie.”

“You do?” His voice dropped down to an awed whisper, barely even able to think. 

“I do. If you do, I mean. You asked me before, at the wedding, and I wasn't ready, but then I saw you with Irina tonight and something just…clicked.” 

He leaned forward to close the gap between them, tender and full of all the promises she had asked him for.

“That sounds perfect,” he whispered breathlessly. “Except for one thing. I want them to be a lot more like you than me.”

She pouted at the withdrawal of his kiss. “At least two then, one like you and one like me. So we should probably get started.”

“Deal,” he laughed, standing up suddenly so that she had to cling to him as he carried her to the bedroom (and then back again when they remembered the infant asleep there).

[hockeywriterrowan]

Road Trip || Cole Caufield x Reader

author's note: first stand alone fic in a while.

summary: Cole and reader head to her brother's lake house for the season, making a couple stops on the way.

pairing: Cole Caufield x hughes!reader

word count: 1.4

warnings: none

The wind flowed through your hair, creating a sense of freedom and adventure, as Cole sped up his car to merge onto the Michigan highway. You had been looking forward to this road trip with Cole for weeks, and the excitement in the air radiated between Cole and you. 

“Slow down there, speed racer,” you teased as Cole playfully swayed to the music. His laughter was infectious, and his smile shone brighter than the sun. You couldn’t help but to join in. It was moments like these that made your friendship special, the joy of sharing simple pleasures and the bond you shared with each passing smile.

As the miles rolled on, you took turn selecting songs, mostly consisting of Taylor Swift and cheesy pop songs from your childhood. Cole would frequently check on you, taking his eyes off the road for a moment until you noticed his looks. 

After a few hours on the road, you pointed out a scenic overlook to stop at to take a break and stretch your legs. 

Cole parked the car, and you both stepped out, the warm sun kissing your tan skin. As you stood at the guardrail, Cole walked up beside you, his arm lightly brushing against yours. You felt a slight tingle in your stomach, suddenly becoming aware of any small movements you made. 

While you started noticing these feelings when you visited Cole in Montreal when he played your twin brother, Jack. Since Cole played with Jack for the USNTDP, the two of you had become friends. A lot of his friends were seemingly too similar to Jack, while Cole brought a new sense of excitement for teenage you. Until this year, you had never felt nervous around Cole. 

Cole shifted and walked back to the car. He was going to grab the sandwiches you packed for the two of you to share. 

“Thank you so much for the sandwich, kind sir,” you joked as the two of you sat on one of the benches. The outlook was fairly stranded, so it was the best spot to view the beautiful outlook.

“Anything for m’lady,” Cole responded, making a small blush rise onto your face as you both shared a laugh.

As you enjoyed your meal, the conversation flowed effortlessly. You talked about everything from all the clients at your job to Cole’s recent failure on the golf course. The more you talked, the more you and Cole grew comfortable together after being apart for several months.

At one point, he leaned in slightly closer, his voice soft, “You know, I’ve been really looking forward to this trip.”

You nodded your head smiling.

“But it isn’t so much about the places I’ll be seeing or that I’ll get to be on the lake once we’re done, it’s about the person I’m riding with,” he admitted.

Your heart skipped a beat, and you felt a rush of warmth. “I feel the same way,” you replied sincerely, your eyes meeting his.

For a moment, time stood still as you gazed at each other, many unspoken words hanging in the air. It was a moment of realization for both you and Cole, marking a subtle shift in your relationship.

As the midday sun started its descent, you packed up the garbage from the sandwiches and headed back to Cole’s car. 

The open road stretched out before the two of you, and the two of you continued on your journey. You and Cole sometimes making eye contact before breaking it awkwardly as you looked at the scenery and he looked back ahead.

As you arrived at a hotel that you both deemed safe enough to stop at, the sky was dark, but happiness still radiated off of both of you. Cole and you came to the front desk of the hotel, asking for a free room.

“We only have rooms with one bed left,” the receptionist stated. 

Cole shrugged, looking back at you, and you did the same.

The two of you went back out to the car and grabbed your bags. You came back into the hotel, and you pulled out the key, unlocking the door and opening the door for Cole who insisted on carrying your extra bag. 

It was then that you realized that it wasn’t a king sized bed but a single queen bed. It wouldn’t be that big of a deal. The two of you had cuddled plenty of times before. But not after you realized your feelings for Cole. He immediately set down the bags and jumped onto the bed as you gently set your bag down on the desk and pulled out your phone charger. 

Then you grabbed clothes to change into after your shower and immediately hopped in.

When you came out of the bathroom, Cole was opening his laptop, preparing to watch a movie. You joined him on the bed, and he clicked on a horror movie. You rolled your eyes, knowing that you guys would just laugh at the stupid characters the whole time. 

As the movie began, the pair shuffled so that the laptop was sat on a pillow draped across their legs as they sat with their backs against the headboard. 

You felt you eyes closing but wanted to stay up to laugh with Cole. Every so often, after your head would fall slightly, you would jerk awake. Cole felt this and the next time that your head fell, he pull you even closer to him and pushed your head onto his shoulder. You felt your heart flutter, and you smiled.

As you closed your eyes, Cole closed the laptop. You matched your breathing to him and he pulled the two down so that you were no longer sitting up. 

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The next morning, your legs were tangled with Cole’s. You smiled and went onto your phone for a couple of minutes until he started to stir. He pulled away slightly but kept his eyes closed. He grinned, and you shook your hand in his brown hair, smiling back.

As he opened his eyes, adjusting to the light, his morning voice shined through, “Hey, early bird.”

You blushed. As long as you guys had been friends, you had never heard his morning voice. He got out of bed to take a shower, and you opened a book to try and at least get some reading time in.

When the two of you were ready, you guys went back to your usual spots in the car for the last leg of your trip to Jack and Quinn’s lake house.

“You know,” Cole leaned in closer while driving, “I can’t stop thinking about that moment at the overlook.”

You turned to him, your eyes meeting his, a playful smirk forming on your lips, “Oh, really? What about it?”

He smirked back, glancing at your, his gaze lingering on your lips for a millisecond, “I don’t know. When you looked at me… it just felt like time stood still. I can’t forget it.”

Your heart raced and you softened, “Yeah. I felt it too.”

The tension grew as you shared stolen glances and smiles. Cole’s hand occasionally brushed against yours, sending shivers down your spine.

As you came into town and stopped at a gas station, he playfully mentioned, “You know, we have always made a pretty good team on the road. Maybe we should go on more adventures together.”

You leaned in closer, feeling brave, your faces inches apart.

“I’d like that,” you replied, your breath mingling with his.

The rest of the journey was filled with similar banter. Each moment brought you slowly closer to the house, anticipation to see your brothers and the other boys electric. 

As you and Cole arrived at your brothers’ lake house, the undeniable chemistry between you two reached a boiling point. The sun was setting, casting a warm, golden glow over the quiet early evening lake.

As you both stepped out of the car and stood in the driveway, Cole felt a magnetic pull towards you. With a sudden burst of courage, he leaned in and gently pressed his lips to yours. You were surprised, and the kiss was so quick you couldn’t even find the time to return the kiss. You felt all the growing emotions that had built up during the road trip and giggled with him, leaning in and hugging Cole to show your regret for the lack of response for the kiss. 

The road trip was only the beginning, but the two of you were ready to continue to develop your friendship into something more as the summer went on.

[seanfalco]

NIKOLAI + SHIBARI.

† word count: 652 † tags/warnings: nikolai x f!reader, shibari/bondage, lots of teasing/foreplay, praise/degradation † a/n: malishka - baby girl // lisichka - little fox // zolotse - darling

[ kinktober masterlist ]

“Stop squirming, zolotse,” Nikolai reprimanded lightly, pausing to give your ass a swat, leaving a stinging welt behind that warmed your skin.  “You will only make it take longer,” he threatened.

“I can’t help it,” you whined, your inner thighs already slick with arousal as your clit throbbed maddeningly against the smooth rope twined between your legs.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing, lisichka,” he tsked, the hint of a knowing smirk tugging at his lips.

“I’m not doing anything,” you argued, feigning innocence as you craned your neck to seek his face.

Nikolai merely barked a laugh and continued winding the red rope around your forearms, securing them together.  “Patience malishka,” he murmured, his voice like a caress, “I promise I will make you feel good, but it is the anticipation that will heighten your pleasure.”

Pouting slightly, you let your eyes slip shut as Nikolai worked.  Not too tight as to hurt, but snug enough to bite into your flesh, you found the restraint of the ropes and Nikolai’s fleeting touch relaxing almost.  There was something comforting, yet at the same time, thrilling about being completely at his mercy.

Each time he pulled another knot taut, his fingers brushing teasingly over you; goosebumps pebbled your skin in their wake and your hair stood on end.  Watching you finally begin to relax, the tension leaching from your body as he worked, Nikolai’s lips tugged into a roguish grin that did things to your heart rate.

“Good girl, malishka,” he drawled, leaning in to press his lips to your skin, which was quickly growing feverish with desire.  “So good for me,” he repeated, his lips trailing lower, tracing the curve of your breast.  “You look so beautiful like this, tied up for me.”

A soft moan slipped from your throat as Nikolai raised his eyes to your face.  His forest green gaze darkened with barely restrained lust seemed to bore through you, as if he could read your deepest desires, and you shivered, wetting your lips.

“How did you learn how to do this?” you murmured, whimpering softly as he tweaked your nipple, coaxing it to stiffen further.

Nikolai hummed, pleased with your reaction before returning to the task at hand, lifting your arms above your head to secure to the bedpost with the rest of the rope.  “When I was young boy in Russia, my father taught me much about tying knots.  Strong, sturdy knots,” he mused, letting his gaze trail over you, now completely at his mercy.

“This, however,” he drawled, hooking his finger under the rope that criss-crossed your body in beautiful patterns, “this I taught myself.”

You could hear the pride in his voice and your breath caught as he gave the rope a tug, drawing the one between your legs tighter.  He chuckled softly, watching the desperation cross your face at the pressure applied to your aching clit.

“While the things my Papa taught me were useful, they were crude, practical, utilitarian,” Nikolai explained, finally releasing the rope and ignoring your whine.  “But I’m a lover of beautiful things—”  He paused to flash you another grin before kneeling atop the bed, his weight sinking the mattress beneath you as he leaned in to press his lips to your navel, “ — and when I saw the art of shibari for the first time, I was enthralled.”

“Nik—”

Your whine only made his impish smirk grow.  

“What is it, lisichka?” he asked, tilting his head to the side as he hovered over you, radiating condescension.

“Please,” you begged, whimpering as you rolled your hips, seeking even a crumb of friction from the rope between your legs, unable to take it any longer.

“Please what?” he taunted, his warm breath ghosting over your skin maddening.

“Please touch me!”

Nikolai huffed a soft laugh.  “I shall malishka, but you’ll have to beg prettier than that for me to fuck you.”

taglist: @super-unpredictable98​ @salvador-daley​ @firstpersonnarrator​ @vonkimmeren​ @love-is-dirty-baby

[super-unpredictable98]

Make Me Sway | Song of Sway Lake AU

Chapter 4: Old-Fashioned Romance

Warning: Strong language, a bit of violence (non-graphic)

(Make Me Sway masterlist)

"Good morning, my Lady of the Flowers," Nikolai greeted, pulling a chair when Lada arrived for breakfast, he had been up all night, organizing a special corner in his room where he would keep their memories safe, then he made sure the flag was in order and rowed the guideboat across the lake like Commander Sway used to do.

"Thank you," she smiled at him, it was nice to have a guy who doesn't immediately disappear after they have sex for a change.

"You're late dear," Charlie pointed out. "You seem weird, what happened?"

"Nothing, what do you mean?"

"I don't know... You seem happy."

"Is that so bad, gran?"

"I suppose not," she said in the most unconvincing way.

"I have a surprise for you, Lada," Nikolai kissed her cheek as he prepared her plate.

"Oh, we're starting to take liberties, I see..." Charlie murmured.

"Gran!" she scolded.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Sway, I didn't mean to-"

"There's nothing to apologize for, Nikolai," Ollie cut him off, if there was someone he disliked more than his sister, was his grandma. "She just can't stand people being happy around her."

"Anyway," Lada put her hand on top of Nikolai's, there was no point in pretending nothing happened. "What's your surprise?"

"I'm gonna teach you how to swim," he exclaimed proudly. "This way you don't have to be scared when we get on the boat next time."

"You're so sweet, Nicky."

"Nicky?" Ollie nearly screamed.

"I'm afraid today won't be possible, kids," Charlie wasn't fazed in the slightest, or at least she didn't let it show. "We are going to the town hearing, remember, dear?"

"You need to drag your minion with you, grandma?" Ollie sneered.

"Lada is actually very passionate about saving the lake, she loves this place just like your grandfather used to."

"Of course, I forgot, she's perfect!"

"Jealousy is not a good look on you, Oliver."

"I'll drive you," Nikolai offered.

"You don't have to, I'll do it..." Lada shook her head, sure there were more interesting things for him to do than sit through a boring town hearing about saving a lake no one wants to save.

"I insist, Zvezda," he held her hand, bringing it to his lips. "It will be my pleasure to take you both."

"That's very nice of you, Nikolai," Charlie finally said something that didn't sound like mockery.

"Are you coming with us?" Lada glanced over at her brother.

"Sorry, I have other shit to do."

"Language!" Charlie gave him a stern look. "I don't know why you still ask, dear. He never cared about the lake."

Noticing tears gathered in Lada's eyes, Nikolai quickly leaned closer to her. "Did you have sweet dreams last night?" he smirked.

"Yeah, I had a dream about being in Romeo and Juliet," she felt a tightness in her chest, almost like the feeling of wanting something that was gone forever.

"And who was your Romeo?"

"He was too handsome and kind to be a real person," she shook her head, quickly wiping her eyes. "And you? Did you sleep well?"

"I couldn't sleep again, a song got stuck in my head."

"Really?"

"Yes... Unforgettable," seems like they had their own Eskimo Day now.

"You should really get some sleep, Nikolai, spending all those nights awake can't be good for you."

"I don't need to sleep if I dream when I'm awake."

"We should get dressed," Charlie cut their conversation short after watching the couple talking in codes like she used to do with Hal. "Put on your best outfit, Lada."

"Yes, gran," she finished her toast and headed back to the room.

Oh, if only I were 10 years younger, we could be a beautiful couple, Lada thought, letting her tears flow. 

She didn't exactly know why she was crying, her grandma's ruthless attitude, Ollie's gratuitous hate, Nikolai's endless kindness, how much she missed her father at that moment (he would have the perfect song to make her feel better), and the lake. The lake she was so desperately holding on to, but no one else seemed to care about.

"Marlena, have you seen my necklace?" she walked into the kitchen.

"Which one, sweetie?" 

"The pearl one that grandma gave me when I turned 15."

"No, sorry."

"It's okay, I'll find another one. I probably just left it in another drawer."

She was on the way back to the room when she bumped into Nikolai, he was tucking his royal blue shit into his pants hastily, but immediately stopped when he saw her.

"You look gorgeous," he looked her up and down, as he normally did.

"You look nice too."

"Are you ready?"

"Almost, I was just gonna put on a necklace," she walked by him and searched through her jewelry box. 

"Allow me," Nikolai took the necklace from her hand and carefully draped it around her neck, securing it on the back and leaning in to place a tender kiss on her shoulder. "Perfect."

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"A large town dock will bring new boats, business this community needs," Jim was speaking as everyone cheered him on. Ugh, the people upstate... Lada never liked them, ever since she was a kid.

Once the floor was open to public comments, Charlie took her hand, dragging her to the podium. She wished Nikolai was there, but of course he "had to stay in the car, this business didn't concern him", as her grandma would say.

Under all the whispered comments and dirty looks, the two women stood before the audience. It wasn't nearly as big as the ones Lada was used to back in the City, but it was twice as intimidating because she already knew, before she even started, that they were not gonna like her show.

"I grew up on this lake," Charlie began. "My kids and grandkids grew up on this lake."

"Two weeks a year doesn't give you the right..." some lady in the audience tried to interrupt, but Jim was quick to come in their defense. 

"Let her talk!" he shouted.

"It used to be this lake connected us to the past, to nature, to each other, to silence," Charlie continued over all the mean comments. "First we lost the trout, then most of the loons. While I wish Jim success in his son's jet ski business, a public dock will triple the amount of motors on this lake. Tell them about your research, dear."

"I have been looking into the outcome of other lakes that got public docks," Lada took a deep breath as she saw Nikolai approaching the doorframe, watching what she had to say mesmerized. "When Eel lake got their dock, they saw milfoil come in from outside boats. It destroyed their purple reed, their fish stock. This place is too special to lose because of a couple bucks, I don't know how many of you understand how important this place is, not only to me... This isn't about a dock, this is about the water. The purity of this lake, our lake."

"Your lake, right, princess?" a voice pierced through the crowd, the young boy, Jim's son was the one saying it.

"This lake isn't yours anymore, I don't have to listen to this... Go back to Broadway, you spoiled brat!"

One by one the people left the town hall in a rage. None of them had a clue, opening the lake would be like opening the memories, the loves, the losses, the grief, their entire lives, to be trampled on by some self-centered teenagers.

"Come on, let's go," Nikolai walked up to them and took Lada's hand. 

"I just wanted to keep everything..." 

"I know, these people don't know what they're talking about, let's get back home, okay?"

"Don't worry, Lada, we'll find a way," Charlie said, but in her eyes, she could see how disheartened her grandma was as they walked back to the car.

"Do you hear this?" Jim's son followed them furiously, shoving his finger in Lada's chest. "That's a 460Z, one day this lake is gonna be a destination whether you like it or not, you spoiled bitch!"

"What did you just say?" Nikolai growled, rolling up his sleeves as Charlie quickly walked away. "Get in the car, darling, I'll take care of this bastard."

"Nicky, don't-" she truly didn't want more problems.

"Listen to your bitch, Nicky," the boy challenged.

"You don't talk to a lady like that, you hear me? I'll break your face, you little shit!" he grabbed the boy by the collar throwing him to the ground. "Apologize right now!"

Luckily Jim showed up before the situation could escalate and took his son away while Nikolai opened the door for Lada. She felt sick to her stomach, on one side it was very sweet (and almost sexy) that he was willing to fight for her, but on the other side, she knew deep in her heart that she was about to lose the lake.

"Have you seen my hair bow?" Lada touched her head, her dark locks falling on her face.

"No, it must've fallen," Nikolai started the car.

The entire way back, they were silent, he just held her hand hoping that was enough while he couldn't say what he really wanted to or kiss her troubles away like the night before. Charlie observed from the backseat, remembering how Hal held her hand on their way to the honeymoon, with the same devotion, the same adoration.

"Get ready, darling," Nikolai whispered as they parked in front of the house. "Let's steal the guideboat for a few hours and get lost on the lake. I have something important to ask you."

"Okay, I'm just gonna get out of these clothes."

"Something I would love to help you with."

"If you did, we wouldn't leave the room, Nicky."

"Meet me at the dock."

"Meet me at the dock..." Ollie mocked his accent as Lada walked back inside. "What is going on between you two?"

"Oh, now you wanna talk to me? Interesting," she tilted her head. "For your information, we're just... wait, do you hear that? It's Marlena."

The two siblings followed the quiet sobs coming from the kitchen where Marlena was washing the dishes and crying as she looked out the window.

"Are you okay?" they asked nearly at the same time.

"You kids are sweet, like your father," she wiped her tears away quickly. "He did his best after your mother left, but it's hard to live without love."

"Yeah, he really tried to be a good dad, I'm grateful for him," Lada had forgotten about him for a few hours or the reason why she was there in the first place. Suddenly she felt very guilty about enjoying a romantic boat ride. "I miss him a lot."

"He was so quiet," Marlena mused, she could still see him when she closed her eyes. "Did he ever show you his collection?"

"Some of it, right Ollie? I know he has a few records hidden around the house, he used to say he'd tell me about them when I was older, but he never did," Lada sighed. 

"Have you found that record your grandma wants so bad?" 

"No luck yet," the young woman mumbled, her mind wandering far away as she watched Nikolai making his way to the dock.

"I don't trust him," Marlena muttered, almost like a warning.

"Why not? What's wrong with Nikolai?" all those years growing up with Marlena had taught her not to doubt her intuition, but she didn't want to believe her.

"I don't know, he just seems a little too good to be true, I saw him looking at the pictures the other day, something didn't feel right."

Trying to ignore that queasy feeling in her stomach, Lada quietly left to change. It wasn't possible that the only reason why he liked her was that... No that would be sick. 

She was her own person born in 1963, not 1923. She was a modern woman with a great personality and her appearance had nothing to do with the reason why Nikolai has been so insistent.

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"Hey there, Myshka,"  Nikolai smiled when he saw her. He offered his hand to help her into the boat, being very mindful and respectful when touching her. "Are you ready?"

"Yes, but I wanted to ask you something, it's probably stupid and you're gonna laugh, but I need to ask..."

"Good, I have something to ask as well," he got a hold of the oars and started rowing without knowing exactly where he wanted to go.

"Oh, okay, you go first then."

"You know I like you, right? I like you a lot," he started. For the first time, he didn't seem to know which words to use. "I think you're the most wonderful woman I've ever met. You're funny and beautiful, you're sweet and elegant, you're perfect in every single way. I thought I would never find a woman worth giving my heart to, but I was wrong... You are worth it, Lada."

"Stop this nonsense, Nicky," she shook her head, with a smile, thinking he must be high or something.

"No, I mean it! I want you to be my girlfriend. Would you please be my girlfriend?"

"Are you serious?" she frowned, thinking about the reasons behind that question.

"Of course I am, Zvezda. You deserve romance, you deserve someone who will care for you," he stopped rowing and took her hands, kissing her knuckers lovingly. "I will bring you flowers, take you out to dance, we can take long walks and talk about nothing and everything, I will make you so happy."

"Nikolai... You don't like me," it pained her to think about it, but the more he poured his heart out, the more she realized he was thinking of another version of her, a version he made up. "You just think you like me because I look like the old pictures on the walls, and you think we can live this ultra-romantic, old-fashioned fantasy, this isn't healthy and it's not real."

"At first yes, I won't lie to you, but from the moment I heard you sing that song, I just... Fell for you," he stared right through her as if he was dreaming. "Not her, not anyone else, you. I'm completely in love with you and I know you feel the same. I know after that moment we shared yesterday."

"I don't think that's a good idea, Nicky," she felt tears running down her face. She really wanted to say yes, she did like him more than she cared to admit, but after what Marlena said and after what he revealed to her about his expectations for this relationship, she couldn't lead him on. "You're a little young for me."

"Don't you like me? Don't I make you feel good when we're together? Didn't I make you feel good yesterday when we made love?"

 "I do, and you do, you did...That's why I don't want you to idealize someone I'm not, because then both of our hearts will be broken."

"I am not giving up on you, girls these days are just so-"

"I am a girl from these days! I live in New York City in a studio apartment in Midtown, I work full time, I have sex before marriage, and I take the pill..."

"But you are different, your soul is old like mine."

"You don't really want me, you'll just be disappointed, Nikolai, I'm not the person you think I am. I am no Lady of the Flowers, I'm just Lada Sway."

"I don't think you are another person, I just love you, just that, plain and simple. I love you, Lada Sway, please give me a chance. I promise I will be the best boyfriend you can think of, I'll do anything for you. I'd kill and die for you if you asked."

"I don't know."

"Please say yes?" he looked at her with hopeful eyes.

"How about a maybe? I need to think, you need to think... How about we just see how things turn out."

"That's good, I'm happy with it," he grinned, looking victorious. "You'll see, I'll show you my feelings are real, you won't regret it."

By the time they got back to the dock, the sun was starting to set and rain was starting to pour. Nikolai immediately took his shirt off to cover Lada.

"You don't have to do this..."

"I don't want you to catch cold."

"And what happens to you?"

"I'm tough, nothing will happen to me."

Lada ran up to her room to dry herself and avoid Ollie's and grandma's questions about her love life. She liked him, why was she letting those stupid thoughts dictate how she feels?

"Hey, Lada," Ollie called, he was sitting next to Nikolai, in front of a pile of records. "Where did you look for the... You know what?"

"Pretty much everywhere," she joined them in front of the record player. "Every room, every drawer, and cabinet, I haven't found it. I don't know where else to look."

"What are these markings?" Nikolai pointed at the black dots on the cover of a Madonna album.

"Everyone in the family has their own way of ranking records," Ollie explained. "When I was little I graded these so I wouldn't accidentally DJ subpar music."

"What is your technique?" he asked, taking Lada's hand.

"I use numbers, zero to ten, pretty simple."

"Olivia Newton-John, A," Nikolai grimaced. "And an 8,5 from Lada."

"What? She's... Hot," Ollie shrugged.

"Who cares, Oliver? Physical is such a good song, that song alone makes the album worth it," Lada laughed. "Although, Make a Move on Me is pretty good too."

"Harry Belafonte," Nikolai took another one of the records. "He's like black Neil Diamond! Look, Julio Iglesias, he's like the Spanish Neil Diamond..."

Ollie and Lada chuckled, he wasn't completely wrong. God, why did he have to be so charming and captivating?

"That is a terribly good recording, such a handsome man," Charlie said as she stood looking down on them. Just her voice, made Lada shiver, she was starting to understand more and more why Oliver was so hostile to anyone who reminded him of her.

"B minus, it's not his best calypso," he mumbled, looking back at the tray she was holding. "What are those?"

"Just a little surprise for my grandkids... and this nice young man."

"Moscow mule," Nikolai pulled a chair for Charlie, wanting to show Lada how much of a gentleman he could be. "Famous American drink," he took one of the glasses.

"Russian and American seem to be a good combination," Lada winked at him before taking a sip. She did promise to give him a chance...

"I think so too, and one day we'll have the most beautiful Russian-American children to prove it."

"Children?" Charlie choked on her drink.

"He's joking, gran..." Lada looked at Nikolai, slightly terrified, but he simply smiled, standing by his affirmation. Did he really mean that? Was he actually serious about this whole thing?

"Oh, look," Charlie quickly changed her focus to something else, grabbing a forgotten record from the pile, graded an F minus, one star (in her own system), and zero point five. "Looks like we all agree on this one... Not a handsome fellow."

"What is it with you and your obsession for grading music based on how hot the singer is?" Lada rolled her eyes.

"What did Timmy think about this one?" Charlie asked, a question none of the siblings wanted to answer.

"Looks like Americans would rather organize music than hear it, in Russia we simply dance," Nikolai got up.

"What are you doing?" Ollie muttered.

"Inviting this lovely lady to dance with me," he took Lada's hand and spun around the room with her. 

"Nikolai, what is going on?" she whispered.

"I'm trying to throw her off the scent, if she's worried about you and me, she doesn't look for the record... Your grandma not liking me had to be useful for something."

"Where did you get this idea?"

"She thinks I'm trying to seduce you for green card, I heard her say it the other-"

Before he could finish, all the lights turned off and Lada screamed, hiding against his chest.

"Are you afraid of the dark?" Nikolai seemed to find it funny and worrying at the same time

"There's a reason why I moved to the city that never sleeps..." 

"Relax, I can fix it, darling. Don't worry," he tried to leave and see what was wrong, but she didn't let go.

"Don't leave me alone."

"You have to be joking. Lada, a nearly 30-year-old woman scared of the dark?" Charlie scoffed. 

"Maybe she has her reasons," Ollie muttered, taking his sister's hand, a feeling growing inside of him he couldn't quite understand, it was almost like in the dark they were kids again, he wasn't so angry at her anymore. "I'll stay with you, we can hide like we used to."

"Okay..." she took his hand hesitantly.

"I will be right back," Nikolai grabbed an umbrella. "You won't even have time to miss me."

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[kassiekole22]

One Small Adventure

Picture lightly edited by me.

Pairing: Mike Monroe x Fem!Reader Description: You and Mike go on a little adventure in the woods... Warnings: Fluff, Heavy Flirting, Partial Nudity... Word Count: 1.6k A/N: Fic #3 of the Until Dawn Poll Fic Challenge! This is also my very first Mike X Reader fic, so I hope you guys enjoy it! 😃🖤 UDPFC MasterList: 🖤 Main MasterList: 🖤 Kassie's Angels: @lorebite, @mornandil, @koexchange, @yesitsloulou, @slvatore. (If you want to be added to the taglist, let me know in the comments! 🖤)

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Mike was always the adventurous type. Whether it was taking a random detour down a road we didn't know, spontaneously going to some small restaurant we had never heard of, or just getting on a plan to fly somewhere we had never been; Mike would always keep me on my toes. But today was a little more simple: a nice hike in the woods.

Regardless of the seemingly calm activity, Mike still managed to make a wild adventure out of it.

"Hey, babe! Look!" He shouted excitedly as he pointed in a direction off trail. "There's a lake down there. If we cut through these bushes and trees, we can make it there."

I stared at my boyfriend with a look of uncertainty. Though I loved nature, I could only imagine what lived within those bushes. The darkness between each leaf taunted me, telling me some lovely eight-legged friends would just love to use me as a new tree to climb.

"Mike, I don't know..." I took a step back as I shook my head from side to side. "There could be spiders in there."

Mike merely chuckled at my statement, also shaking his head as a grin of amusement curled his lips up. He took a few steps towards me — closing the small distance between us — and wrapped his strong arms around my waist.

"Aw, are you scared?" He teased as he stuck his lower lip out mockingly. "Don't worry — your big, strong man will protect you from those mean spiders."

"It's not funny!" I pouted. "Besides, there could be ticks."

I gestured to the German Shepard that sat loyally at Mike's side. He had had that dog for as long as I'd known him, and had grown to be just as much my dog after we had gotten together. So I for sure wasn't going to let our fur-child get eaten up by those filthy little blood-suckers.

Mike chewed the inside of his cheek for a moment as his smile fell flattened into a straight line. But when his pursed lips grew into a smirk, I knew he was up to something — something that would make my excuse seem pointless.

"Well, I gave Germie a bath this morning with tick repellent shampoo." My expression dropped as his words sunk in and I pursed my lips tightly together. Mike leaned in closer, so his lips were just grazing the shell of my ear. I tried my best to refrain from shuddering when his hot breath fanned my skin. "So, that won't be a problem."

He pulled away and after a few seconds of gazing upon my flustered state, he began walking into the direction of the bushes, still holding my hand while pulling me behind him.

Many scratches on my body and leaves in my hair later, we reached a clear spot that led us to the lake. With Germie following close behind, we continued our journey towards the body of water that was before us.

After arriving at our desired location, I sat down on a nearby rock as Germie dived head first into the water. Mike shouted at the dog to wait up as he began stripping down to his underwear. It took every bit of strength to keep myself from looking and when Mike noticed that, his smile only grew wider and more obnoxious. He emerged within the cool water and swam in the direction of his dog, while I stayed seated on the rock.

I took my shoes and socks off and dipped my feet into the lake, gently swaying my feet after I dunked them into the cool liquid. I tossed my head back and listened to the noise surrounding me — Mike playing with Germie, the birds singing the most heavenly of songs, the breeze swaying through the trees and making the branches creak as they brushed together; it truly was heaven. The sun felt amazing on my skin and made it all the more easier to drift off into a nice daydream.

I pictured me and Mike someday down the line, walking in the woods together just like today, hand in hand with our children running in front of us. I lay my head on his shoulder and sigh as I realize that I've gotten everything I've ever wanted.

Not too long into that sweet little fantasy, a splash of cool water to the face made me gasp out loud in shock. I stare wide-eyes at the culprit as he stands in the water before me, laughing at my expression like he wasn't gonna get it himself. I quickly submerged my hands in the water and moved them in one quick motion, instantly soaking his drier portions of his body.

I smirked victoriously at my victim as he shook his head to get rid of the extra droplets of water soaking his hair and face. I could feel my cheeks getting warmer at the sight of him — hair all disheveled and fallen into his eyes, wet body glistening under the sun, that sexy smile that I loved so much. I quickly looked away but not fast enough for him to not notice the new shade of crimson tinting my cheeks.

He swam closer towards me and raised a hand to my face, hooking a finger under my chin to pull my face back into the direction of his. That cocky look in his eyes had long gone away and was now replaced with a look of love and passion.

"Y'know, there is room for one more?" He rasped in a tone a few octaves lower than his usual one — one that was now reserved for only me.

I could feel the warmth in my cheeks growing hot like a furnace and I couldn't help but smile through the embarrassment I felt. I glanced down and let out a soft chuckle, "You know I can't swim."

"I can always teach you?" He offered confidently. "Or, I can let ya ride on my back as I take you around a few laps?"

I let out a laugh at his suggestion and nodded my head. Before I knew it, I was climbing onto my boyfriend's back and being taken around the lake like I'm on a jet ski or something. I could only imagine how goofy it would look in a stranger's eye. But I didn't really care. The only thing that mattered was us. Well — us and Germie.

The Shepard swam over to us and instantly tried to climb onto Mike as well, not understanding that he could only handle one of our weights and not two put together. Though we fell apart and landed a couple feet away from each other, Mike never let go of my hand. He steadied himself and wrapped his big hands around my waist, holding onto it tight as we both laughed our asses off at what had just occurred.

"Germie!" He shouted through the cracks of air he got between laughs. "Not cool, dude!"

The dog barked in response and we both had a good chuckle. Though he was a handful most of the time, we loved that dog with all of our heart. And I say "heart" because I believe that me and Michael's heart had officially became one in that very moment. Once we both calmed down from the hysterical moment, Mike's firm grip on me grew gentle as the look in his eyes melted into something that was more soft. He held me close against his chest — thumbs gently massaging my sides — while looking deeply into my shy orbs with his own.

"I'm so glad I'm here right now..." He murmured. "—Here with you and you alone."

His sweet words made my heart flutter like a happy little butterfly. It was as if all that doubt about our relationship had finally faded away into pure hope for a beautiful future together. I leaned in slowly and took his lips in my own for a passionate kiss. It lasted only a few minutes but it felt like time stood still as if I had died and descended to beautiful heaven. After pulling away, I couldn't help but smile as my heart swelled with love for the man that was before me.

Mike nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck and took a deep breath — almost as if he was taking in my scent — before whispering in my ear, "Let's go. This adventure isn't over yet."

He pulled back from our warm embrace and took my hand in his own, carefully leading me out of the water as he did so. Before I knew it, Mike was fully clothed and I was putting on my socks and shoes while Germie shook himself to dry off his soft coat of fur. And just a few minutes later, we were hiking back to our original path set between the trees — hand in hand — like we had been prior to this little side quest my boyfriend had set out on.

I didn't know where our future was heading — if we would still be here twenty years down the line, holding hands as we walk with our children — and I guess it didn't really matter. The truth is that we don't know what lays ahead of us. What really matters is that we enjoy our time in the present, and only hope that the beautiful moment we live in will last a lifetime. But until then — until I know for sure what my future holds — it'll just be me, my man and our dog walking up that trail.

And that's ok with me.

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