#apologies that nevertheless this response is a little slow

[am3ricanh0rrorwh0re]

𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 | 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧 𝐙𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥

paring: colin zabel x virgin!fem!reader

cw: nsfw, smut with little plot, gentle sex, dom!colin, basically just him guiding you through sex, not proofread (i apologize if this is poorly written, i’m trying to power through and push stuff out for you guys)

“Yep, you’re okay,” Colin chuckled, making sure you were comfortable as he removed the last article of your clothing. His arm was on the small of your back, his other hand on the back of your head as he laid you down gently against the mattress.

You lay naked on his bed, sighing shakily. When you’d told your boyfriend that you were a virgin, he was..shocked to say the least. But nevertheless, was willing to help. After a long day at work, he was pretty tired, even while you begged him to teach you. Reluctantly, he gave in, still trying to make your first time ‘magical’.

Colin sighed, breathing out slowly, as if trying to ready himself instead of you. His cock wasn’t exactly aching or throbbing, it was more or less just..hard. That was, until it made contact with outside of your sex, a small throb moving through his length.

“It moved-!” You squeak nervously, looking up at him. “Why’s it moving-?!”

“Means i’m turned on by you,” He chuckled tiredly, the same little awkward noise coming from his throat as he brushed some hair out of your face before moving his hand down to your chest. His large hand sat on your skin, his thumb moving gently over the warm flesh, moving up and down as you took in breath and released it.

“Breathe, okay? We don’t even know if it’ll hurt,” He smiled down at you, placing a small, chaste kiss on your lips. His hand moved to one of your, both of your sets of fingers intertwining as he pinned your hand down to the bed.

“Ready?” He asked softly. You nod back, taking a deep breath, trying to relax your body. Your relaxation was cut off when you felt his tip inside of you. You let out a small squeak, feeling something being stretched the further he went in. You didn’t know your own anatomy at this point. Right now, you only knew panic.

“Colin, Colin-“ You whimper, squeezing his hand. You could tell he panicked the moment he heard the nervousness in your voice. He held your hand tightly, looking down at you for further instruction.

“You okay? Hey, are you okay?” He asked gently, not moving his hips just yet. He wanted you to get used to the feeling of being full. You slowed your breathing, nodding as you looked down between your legs. The poor guy wasn’t even fully in yet, most of his length just sitting out in the open.

“Keep going..” You say softly. He nods, leaning down more over you.

Colin’s lips met your neck, pressing soft kisses against the warm flesh of your neck, leading up to your ear. He finally pushed himself all the way in, leaving you to let out a breathless moan. You felt something inside of you, sort of like a pop, or a break. Not a painful one, just a feeling in the slightest that you barely even noticed. He pulled out with a soft sigh, preparing to go back in, when you stopped him the moment you saw blood. It was only a slight bit, and you wouldn’t have noticed if you weren’t in panic mode, but it was enough to trigger responses in your brain.

Colin furrowed his brows in confusion, looking down at your face. “What is it?”

“Blood..” You mewl softly.

Colin’s eyes widen before he finally sighed. He stroked your hair with one hand, kissing your forehead. “You’re not broken or anything, don’t worry. I just popped your cherry,” He chuckled, smiling against your skin.

You let out a small sigh, looking up at him. You lay your head back, closing your eyes once again, feeling his hand squeeze yours as he started to move again. You open your eyes in the slightest, feeling a knot forming in the pit of your stomach. You’d never had an orgasm, not even a self induced one. And you could tell how hard Colin was trying to get himself there too.

His eyes were squeezed almost shut, his eyebrows furrowed as he clenched his jaw. Colin sped up his pace a little, taking sharp inhales through his teeth. He chuckled softly when he noticed he hit your g-spot, watching your whole body jolt for a second as a surprised moan escaped your mouth. He sped up his pace further, feeling your body tensing.

You gripped his hand tightly, your hips bucking as small sounds of pleasure fell from your lips. Your cunt clenched around him periodically, trying to grab at his shaft, not wanting to let him go. You tilt your head back, screaming and howling in pleasure. Your eyes roll back as you grab at your surroundings, panting sharply as you felt your orgasm wash over you. Colin didn’t finish, but he smiled softly as he heard the sounds you were making. The sounds he caused you to make.

He pulled back, planting soft kisses to your face in an effort to comfort you, to bring you back down to earth from your first orgasm.

“Felt good, right?” He smiled, kissing your cheek gently.

You nod, whimpering softly. “Agh— Again- w-wanna go again-“

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[beautysamour]

Wrong destination | chapter three.

Pairing: Nikolai Lantsov x reader

Summary: Finally arriving to Ravka, the prince invites you to come to the Little Palace with him ensuring you that he’ll be able to help you find what you need to help your “sick” friend. Little did you know the help you’d find wouldn’t just be for medicine.

taglist: @spellsofavalon @themermaidscales82 @obxstiles

a/n: …guess who’s back ? I apologize for the little hiatus, life has been very busy for me!

enjoy!!

“My jaw feels much better, thanks for asking,” you hear Nikolai Lantsov saying to Alina, both just a few feet ahead of you. It was weird missing Sturmhond, and yes you admit that you missed the sarcastic, cocky, yet loyal and smart privateer. But it was weird, mostly because he technically wasn’t a real person, he was just a title.

A title that you were able to communicate with and who ended being the first-and probably only-person in this time period that you weren’t worried to open up to if you ever truly got comfortable with him. You thought you wouldn’t have to worry because he wasn’t in any history books, well Sturmhond wasn’t, but his actor was.

The prince and future king himself, Nikolai Lantsov. However, you didn’t consider him the man you told all those things to even though he knew of such things. You considered them to be separate people.

From your peripheral you see Nikolai suddenly look back at you and begin to slow down his horse’s stride; effectively taking you out of your thoughts. As your horse begins to catch up with his, you turn your head to focus your gaze on something else hoping that Nikolai was dumb enough to think that you didn’t notice him.

Nikolai was not dumb.

“Out of everyone, you shouldn’t be the one riding behind us all, what if your lungs suddenly gave out on you,” he said half jokingly and half seriously, “Unless you want me to give you cardiopulmonary resuscitation again,” he said fully joking this time to which you cringed. You didn’t him to feel comfortable around you as bad as that sounds, you wanted to remain as distant to these famous historical figures as possible despite already traveling with them.

“Mal is behind me,” you answered aloof like, “and I’d- rather you not give me mouth to mouth again.” The last part of your sentence slightly took Nikolai aback, he’s never witnessed someone use the phrase mouth to mouth to describe cardiopulmonary resuscitation. Nevertheless, he shook his head before continuing the conversation.

“Yeah,” he said slowly, “and he’d probably redirect you to me so I can help you again.”

He looked directly at you expecting you to respond and was met with you awkwardly averting your eyes everywhere- a quick glance at him accompanied by an expression that looks as if someone you hated randomly confessed to you, a quick glance to the trees around you opposite to the side Nikolai was at, and finally a quick glance down to the horse you were on accompanied with a hand being brought up to the top of its head before looking at the path straight forward.

Nikolai looked at the trees opposite of your side, attempting to stifle a laugh earning a confused side eyed glance from you.

The rest of the ride is filled with frequent glances from Nikolai, and feigned ignorance coming from you as a response.

—

Saying that you felt out of place was an understatement.

The more you interact with the tsarevich, the more you become aware of the generation gap between you and everyone else, you cringed as you thought back to what happened a few minutes ago.

“…Hi?” you said with a cringed expression as you kept your gaze on the man in front of you currently holding a hand out, waiting for you to take it.

“Hey,” he replied, not moving, slightly edging his hand towards you.

You assumed he was waiting for you to take it but…a part of you thought that maybe he’d try to pull you all the way down.

You weren’t used to Sturmhond not being around.

“Are you going to take my hand or are we going to stay out here all night,” he asked not necessarily annoyed, but rather tiresome, “I understand that my presence brings you great joy-“

You cut him off with an obnoxiously loud groan and put your hand in his, allowing him to help you off the horse.

“There, wasn’t that hard now, was it,” he said with a teasing smirk as you all walk towards the palace.

As you come back to the present you realized that you failed to keep up with whatever Lantsov was saying, “Did you get all that?”

You felt your body stiffen at hearing his question; was he going to upset when you say that you indeed did not get all of that- Sturmhond would’ve just shook his head and leave you where you were until you came running to him asking what he said. You bit the side inside of your cheek as you decided to remain quiet.

In front of you, you heard him let out an exhale that sounded like a mix of a sigh and a chuckle, “Saffi is located just outside the palace, whenever you feel properly rested; take a horse and follow the rocks until you can’t anymore. There, you’ll find Saffi.”

Saffi, the name sounded familiar but nothing comes up when you try to remember how you know that name.

“Who’s Saffi-,” you began to ask before quickly getting cut off, “I’ll come check on you in the morning, until then,” he gave you a quick nod before practically lounging down the hall, heading towards the sun summoner.

Oh. That makes sense, why he cut the conversation short that it. A few minutes prior to the introduction to Saffi; Lantsov, Alina, and Mal got themselves into a conversation about an political marriage between the Saint and the Prince, so you assumed he was still going to try to convince her despite Mal’ objections.

With your thoughts going back to the name Saffi, you turned the opposite direction and made you way through the halls of the palace until you reached the stables.

You picked up a rock, one that you intended to use as a weapon if the person supervising the horses would fight you on the topic of taking one, but fortunately you didn’t need to for Lantsov already told them to expect your arrival.

“Don’t bother tying Emmi down, just let her run back to us,” you looked down at Emmi, the horse, then looked back up at the man in charge of the horses with a raised brow.

“…Why?”

The man gave you a wide grin, his teeth crooked, “Emmi doesn’t need a reason to stay, you won’t be coming back.”

“…Cool,” you said as you grabbed the reins on the horse and began to ride to Saffi’ place.

When Lantsov said to follow the rocks, you expected it to be an unsatisfying experience with only rocks to be there to look at. Instead it was the opposite, the trees leaves were the colors of anything ranging from brown to red; there being multiple trees at that, and to the right of that path you were riding on was a creek, one that reflected the moon and even yourself.

The rocks were wedged against many flowers, it looked like a first graders doing if you were being honest, but it was charming nonetheless.

“It’s pretty, isn’t it,” you asked Emmi. She neighed in return.

Within a few minutes, the number of rocks began to decrease and less and less of the creek was visible. The moon was still as bright as ever. Soon enough you saw a cabin and softly pulled the reins on the horse to tell her to stop.

As soon as you jumped off the horse Emmi immediately shoved her head against your shoulder before running off back to the Palace, leaving you alone.

“Hey! Emmi!” Your mouth gaped open as you watched her gallop away, feeling betrayed; you looked side to side as if you were with other people who would have reacted to this scene of betrayal.

You let out a deep sigh.

You turned around and began walking to the front door of Saffi’ cabin.

Saffi’ cabin was very…cute. There were sunflowers and potatoes casually in front of their house, hearts drawn on the bricks and the words “Welcome” edged into the wood of the door. Not having any feeling of danger, you walked right up to the door.

“Hello-,” before you could connect your fist with the door, it swung inwards revealing a middle aged women holding a notebook in one hand and a pen in the other as she jotted some stuff down. As the pen began to come to a stop, her eyes met yours as you awkwardly stood in front of her.

You cleared your throat getting ready to introduce yourself to her, “The tsarevich told me to come here, to your place, for medical purposes. We just came from the Fold.”

The women eyed you up and down a few times before nodding to herself and angling herself to the inside of the cabin, “Saffi! She’s here,” she yelled out. She looked back at you, eyeing you up and down again, and walked further into the cabin; waving a hand behind her motioning for you to follow her.

You glanced behind you taking in the scenery and noting which position the moon was in before taking a step inside, as you went in you widened your eyes as you looked around at the interior design of the place.

You think you’ve been here before.

The stairs, the clock at the top level, the table in the middle of the bottom floor, the clock pendant near the door- there were even potatoes settled in the middle of the table.

Yes, you have definitely been here.

To your left you could hear the footsteps of the middle aged women steadily getting further away, and heard nothing coming from your right.

Perhaps you should explore, you probably had a few minutes before another person entered the room so; why not? The clock that looked eerily similar to the one your family had surely must have something important.

You shook your head disapproving the impulsive thought’s pooping into your head. The clock wasn’t a rare design by any means, it was normal to see that kind of clock especially in this time period (is what you want to believe) so you should just forget about it. Plus, if you got caught snooping around you’d definitely get kicked out and forever loose the owners trust, and you’d never meet Saffi.

Even though that wouldn’t really matter. No one was actually sick, you didn’t really need a doctor. You were sent here because of a lie you told Sturmhond.

“There you are.”

You jumped at hearing a voice come from behind you, whipping your head back as a result.

The voice came from a women who looked closer to your age then the other. Around her neck was a necklace with a pendant of an insect, her eye color, hair color, eye shape, hair type, and even lip curve were the same as yours. It felt like looking at a picture of yourself that had been tampered with a few times.

“Uh, hello? You there?” asked the women after a few moments of silence.

“…Yes,” you carefully say. It was so weird looking at her. She looked so much like you, “Oh, uh,” you clear your throat remembering what you came here for, “The Tsarevich recommended you, he said that you’d be able to help me find a cure-“

“Mhm.”

“-For my friend-“

“Mhm.”

“-Who’s very sick-“

“Mhm,” as you told her your half lie the woman walked past you and pulled a chair open for herself to sit at, all without interrupting you.

“-And that’s why I’m here.”

“Ok,” she said while nodding, “So what’s your friends sickness? Deadly I presume?”

“Yes.”

She nodded again, slower this time, “Is he dead?”

You opened your mouth to answer but nothing came out, leaving you with a gaped expression. The women nodded once more seeming to have all the information she needed, and stood up from her seat, “Follow me.”

You followed as she lead you up the stairs and past the clock into another room, “Take a seat.”

Like the set up downstairs there was a table in the middle of the room. On it were laid out papers marked with lines that connected into a turtle.

Huh. Cute.

You took your seat on the chair closest to the door and watched the women make her way to the other side of the table and did not take a seat. She fiddled with insect pendant hanging from her neck and she observed your sitting figure.

“So?” She said randomly. You raised your eyebrows in response, confused.

“Huh?”

The women tilted her head at you, now confused at you. “What do you mean ‘huh?’”

She sighed at your dumbfounded expression before speaking again, “What do you need help with?”

Oh. “My friend.”

“Y/N, honey, I thought we had an understanding that I knew he was dead. Don’t you have anything to say to that?”

“How do you know my name?”

You never told her your name, oh wait, maybe…Lantsov? Maybe he told her. Shit, stupid question.

“Wait- never mind.”

“He never told me your name.”

…what? If he never told her… and she even knew that your “friend” wasn’t alive…

You straightened your back and gripped the sides of the chair, ready to bolt out the room if things escalated.

“You can read minds,” you whispered out just loud enough for her to hear.

The women stared are you. That’s all. Just stared, then ran her hand up and down her face as she processed your words.

Are you being for real? This is what she was waiting for?

“No,” she breathed out, “I wish- but no,” she put her hand on one of the chairs and pulled it out leaving enough room for her to sit in.

“My name is Saffi by the way. Saffi L/N. I knew your name because I knew you would come here, I saw the future.”

This time all you did was stare.

She had the same last name as you?

Then suddenly it all connected in your head. How she knew your name, how the door opened right before you could knock, the clock, how she knew that your friend wasn’t just sick- that he wasn’t sick at all in fact.

That he was dead.

As for her name sounding familiar, your father often spoke about a Saffi whenever you brought up your powers. He always told you how Saffi was considered as the most talented of your family despite being alive millennia’s ago.

The staple of a time grisha.

But even then, you felt you were missing something about her.

“Oh,” you said breathlessly, “Oh my g-“

“Mhm, anyways,” continued Saffi, “Although I knew we’d meet, I wasn’t able to see the part that explained why you’re here,” she put her forearms on top of the table then leaned forward, closer to you, “What happened?”

Where to start, you thought to yourself. Your gaze went from Saffi’ eyes to the insect pendant. Why an insect? Realizing you were getting distracted you forced yourself to look back up and began to tell her everything that happened from when you entered the forest with Elijah.

—

She sighs before rubbing a hand up and down her face frustratedly, “Well you definitely lost it.”

Your brows furrowed in frustration and panic at her words, you knew that your power wasn’t working at the moment but you couldn’t accept that it was just gone, “There’s got to be a way I can get it back-!”

“Yes,” she says exasperated as she interrupts you mid panic, “There is. You don’t have your power right now because you used to much, to much than what you current power level is- was.”

She walked over to the furthest side of the dining table, cocking her head to the side telling you to follow. She stuck the end her necklace that was in the shape of a hornets stinger into the small hole at the lower left side of the table. Suddenly the table opened up, revealing another level of the table that was right under the surface.

In there were books, and papers, and maps- Saffi quickly rummaged though the maps and picked up a specific one that was folded intricately, you’d have to know the way it was folded if you didn’t want to rip it while attempting to open it. She points to a location marked on the map.

“The tortoise,” she begins, “it’s shell serves as the best kind of amplifier for our power. If you manage to get this-.”

“I’ll be able to go back,” you said completing her sentence. If the reason why you were stuck is because you used too much- and maybe the flaw with how you used your power to begin with is that you never had an amplifier so you were always pushing your limits- then receiving one will surely fix this problem.

And you will be able to use your power in a more precise, controlled manner.

“Correct,” Saffi answers, “When I went into the future and saw that you and I would meet, I pushed myself a little past that moment. I spoke with your mother, and your father; someone from my bloodline. Yet he wasn’t Grisha like me and you.”

She faced her body towards yours, completely focusing on you, “So then I went back, and met you. You were grisha, you were probably 5 around that time. Even then you were already able to stop time- which is no easy feat even for our family lineage. But you would not go far without an amplifier,” she turned towards the table again, refolding the maps, “Even though I wasn’t able to see what happened that caused you to go this far back in time, I figured that if you and I really were to meet, that you’d be in a situation where you stayed long enough to have looked for me, something must’ve gone wrong. And I was right.”

She paused for a moment, carefully replacing the maps in the drawer. She glanced at you once she finished putting them away; looking at you for a reaction.

“In order to go back, you have to find the tortoise, take its shell and use it as your amplifier.”

“I…see, um, yeah, that makes sense.” That wasn’t a lie, you did understand. You were just overwhelmed with all this sudden information and on top of that, a wave of tiredness hit you when Saffi began explaining how she met your father.

She sighed at your lackluster response, “Alright well, it’s late, you should go back to the Palace now. Come back tomorrow and I’ll give you more information on how to find it.” You gave her a weak nod and followed her as she led you to the front door.

“And take these,” she said when you reached the front door. She held held a paper bag out to you to which you grabbed with question, the weariness getting worse. In your rather dazed state, you heard Saffi snort as you began to doze off in front of the door.

“Oh- sorry,” you said, realizing you were still inside the cabin.

“You’re all good. In the bag is a bunch of tea petals by the way, just so Nikolai won’t become suspicious as to why you came back with no medicine,” she took a step forward opening the door for you, “Goodnight, Y/N. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Goodnight,” you mumbled out as you watched the door close in front of your face. You tilted your head upwards looking for the moon. Who cares about the position of the moon, you just wanted to pass out on a bed.

You let out a loud groan and brought a hand up to entangle in your hair, where the hell is your horse?!

“Emmi!” You yelled out to no avail. You looked to your left to see if Emmi was there, she was not. Looked to your right, there was no horse. Looked up, you swore the stars connected into a horse constellation.

You frustratedly raked your fingers through your hair, getting more and more annoyed by each run through. Dropping your head you focused in on your feet, low key zoning out as the frustration welt away.

You let out a rough breath and whispered out a defeated “ok.”

Accepting that Emmi wouldn’t magically show up, you lifted your feet and began your walk back to the palace by foot.

—

“We need her- I need her,” barked out the dark haired man as tightened his grip around his waist, his head hanging low due to the mix of frustration and immature disappointment.

With his jaw clenched and his damp hair framing his face he looked back at his mother, his disagreeing mother. After everything he’s done for his people, this is how his mother repays him.

“You’ve gone too far,” his mother nonchalantly replied trying to diffuse the tension before her son got too agitated.

“Too far? Mother I’ve barely even started,” getting a sudden outburst of confidence and inspiration, the man walked up his mother, even impossibly darkening, “I need her. More than the sun summoner.”

The man turned around and walked himself to the door. He stopped for a second, seemingly about to say something else to his mother but then shook his head and continued walking out the door; leaving his mother alone.

[polarisbibliotheque]

when do u think youll be done with the we shall never surrender project??

Hi, dear! That's a great question, thanks for sending it in!

To be quite honest with you all: I don't know.

There's a few reasons for that, so bear with me a little, please "^^

1 - I'm on a sudden art mentoring program with a friend who offered it to me freely.

I've been unemployed and ill for quite a while and a 'friend' of mine literally scammed me and stole all the money I had left, so I'm officially broke. That's been stealing my nights of sleep, because I'm trying to figure something out to make some money and at least pay my credit card every month.

When I mentioned with my mentor I might try to get in the art industry, she was over the moon and took me in for training free of charge and help me as she can so I can get a job. That being said, I'm focusing 1000% on that - hence why I disappear for so long: in less than a month, I've finished 600+ drawings.

Yes, I'm crazy. But this is the only shot I've got after a long period of distress and not knowing what to do. I'm giving it all to it.

2 - I decided to use this mentoring time to improve my art and apply it to the requests of the Shall Never Surrender Project!

I always thought I could do better with the requests - I don't want to deliver something bad and half assed. This last month, I feel like I improved so much, I wanted to wait a little bit to deliver something with a better quality!

3 - My health sometimes kicks me down and so I need to choose carefully what I have energy to do.

As you guys know, I'm trying to recover from an illness and I have a chronic illness as well. I don't eat much and that means sometimes I don't have enough energy to get up from my bed.

There are days I start being productive at 3 p.m - I spend all the morning lying down, gathering energy to tank the day and taking a few naps. There are other days, I can't even bring myself to eat 'cause I feel like I'm going to pass out midway to the kitchen.

Think Vergil dragging his ass out of Hell and crumbling apart at the beginning of DMC5. That's it, literally, I'm not being dramatic.

I have to prioritize what I can do during my days, then. Usually, I prioritize my mentoring, then helping my mom with chores and running errands and then, by night, I'm already very tired. If there's any energy left, I try to write - for the blog here or the book I'm trying to write - and then work on the Shall Never Surrender Project.

It's slow. Very slow. But it's going.

4 - Nevertheless, I want to finish the requests of the Project before starting comissions.

Like I said, I'm broke. And, as you might have seen, I opened commissions to help a friend of my mom who is in a worse situation than mine and really needs some help.

I want to finish the Project requests before any commissions start coming in, because I do feel guilty for making you guys wait so long. I thought I could deal with requests of full, coloured and polished artworks quickly, but I can't.

That was a foolish overestimation of my part and I am sorry.

Even then, people don't commish me a lot. I had a few commissions some years ago, but I gotta tell ya, it's VERY rare for me to get something. Even then, I need to try. For this friend of my mom and for me, eventually.

If I'm not wrong, there are 3 requests for me to finish. I'm working on them in the order people have requested, and honestly, I hope to finish them soon.

I'm really sorry for taking so long, but life sometimes runs over us and we are caught like a deer on headlights.

I know this might feel like a sassy response, but it isn't. I'm really happy you asked and I can explain a few things/give you guys some idea of what's going on and apologize for taking so long :)

[itsxenanotsena]

An Unexpected Visitor Part 2

🔞 MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Taglist:  @cl-0-vr  @somemydayy  @zhongliswifeee  @himariyua  @yelyahennig  @kithewanderingme 

Link to Part 1 | Epilogue

A/N: Part 2 is here!! Again I apologize for the delay;; Nevertheless, I enjoyed writing this so much, so I hope you’ll enjoy it as much! Without further ado...

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  The samurai wasted no time in approaching the two of you, his shaky bandaged hand reaching out to cup your cheek. He looked absolutely beautiful, and from the way he held your face, it looks like he was trying to hold back. 

"May I?" He asked in a tone that made your stomach flutter, and you could only nod before he took your lips into a kiss. It was soft at first, but Kazuha took the initiative to make it deeper, licking your lower lip with his tongue to make you part your mouth. You obliged and let out a gasp once he pushed his tongue and intertwined it with yours. It was messy and sloppy, but it still made you feel all sorts of things. Both of you halted when you hear a chuckle from the man inside you. You turned to look at him, only for him to pull out and push you off his lap. The sudden emptiness made you whine, and You and Kazuha stood there confused when he motioned for his desk. 

"Continue what you're doing. It's my turn to watch." He said with a sly grin, sat on his chair comfortably, his cock still standing proud. 

"Well, mmh-" You were cut off with Kazuha pressing his lips on yours once again, this time with more frevor than his previous kiss. You kissed him back with the same impatience, as he slowly backed you onto the edge of the table. He suddenly pulled away, realizing what he had done. 

"I'm sorry, I should've-" 

"It's fine, 'zuzu. I liked that." You replied, and he bit his lip, trying his best not to do it again. It wasn't like him to lose his cool like that, and the nickname was testing his patience. 

"You make me go insane, Y/N." And he dived for another heated kiss. 

Your hands wandered around Kazuha. His face, his neck, his torso, and oh, that something poking your thigh. Being the little minx that you are, you rubbed his erection through his shorts, only for Kazuha to pull away yet again, breathing stuttered. 

"Wait- slow down Y/N-" he muttered between breaths, and you heard another chuckle from your boyfriend. 

"Yeah, Y/N, slow down. Couldn't keep yourself from stroking him, huh? Tsk tsk. So impatient, my sweetheart." He said sexily, slowly pumping himself as he loved it when you were being impatient, even if in this scenario it's for a different man. 

"Y/N, I want to eat you. May I?" Kazuha's bold request caught you off-guard, and you felt his hands squeeze your thighs hard. You had to bite back a moan, but he was waiting for a response so you nodded. 

Next thing you knew, Kazuha lifted you up on the table, with your lower body at the edge of the table. His hand pushed you down, and your back hit the table with a soft thud. He knelt in front of your dripping pussy, staring at it for a while before meeting your gaze. He licked a stripe of your pussy without breaking eye contact, making you let out a moan. You hear Heizou cursing under his breath, still stroking himself at the sight in front of him. 

Without warning, Kazuha dived right in, eating you like you're his last meal. He was strong, pushing apart your thighs when you try to clamp down on him. The slurping noises and the moans you let out were so sinful that Kazuha couldn't help but let out noises of his own, too. He has a way with his tongue, pushing through your hole and exploring it like a cave. Once he was satisfied with your hole, he circled your clit with his tongue, while he plugged you up with his fingers, stretching you. The sudden stimulation of your clit shocked you and you grabbed Kazuha's hair, tugging it. He let out another moan, and the vibrations from it made you go insane. 

"Shit- 'zuzu- I'm going to-" He quickened his pace with your warning, pumping his digits in and out in a merciless pace. It was only a moment when you came undone, tugging a fistful of platinum blonde hair. He drank all of your release, making sure none of it was spilled. 

"You taste amazing, holy fuck-" Kazuha whispered, gulping down the last of your cum before getting up to remove himself of his clothes. 

"That was so fucking hot..." Heizou groaned and approached you on the table. He gave you a kiss. Kazuha, finally rid of his clothes, positioned himself on your entrance, coating his cock with your juices. You grabbed onto Heizou's arm that was placed on the table from the sudden move, and he pulled away to see what it was about. 

"Please, can I?" He was asking Heizou, knowing that he hasn't set any boundaries about what was happening. The detective only smiled. 

"Go on, Kazuha. I'm sure it's what this pretty thing wants as well, yeah?" You moaned at the nickname. 

"Mhm... Do it, 'zuzu. Please. I want you- ah-" He again cut you off with him slowly entering you, a groan coming out of his mouth. 

"That's it, keep going. She can take it, right baby?" Heizou turned to you, and you let out a drawn out 'Yes' when Kazuha bottomed out. 

"Fuck- so tight- you- hngh-" Kazuha failed to make coherent statements when he started pounding into you. 

"Shit-" Heizou mumbled as he stroked his own cock, looking at the way Kazuha's was buried deep in your cunt, and a thought hit you.

You caught his attention when you squeezed his arm, putting on the best puppy eyes you could do. You want to taste him, to have him in your mouth, and you tried to convey that with your gaze. 

"My my, Y/N, aren't you a little greedy today? Having Kazuha's cock in your pussy while asking me to put mine in your mouth?" He said as he lined himself on your lips. 

"I want to taste you, Hei. Please-" you whimpered, tugging on his shirt, and he let out a growl. 

"Fuck- okay baby, take me well, hmm?" He said before pushing himself between your lips, slowly moving in and out. You felt so full, having two dicks violate your holes. You tried your best to please your boyfriend but Kazuha's thrusts are becoming more erratic, thus making you moan and lose focus. 

"I'm so close- so close-" Kazuha muttered, his grip on your hips getting tighter. Your tits bounced erratically, matching Kazuha’s pace.

"Can I do it inside?" He looked at you, and as much as you want to return his gaze, your mouth stuffed full with cock, and your 'Yes' became a gurgled noise of approval, but it was more than enough for Kazuha as after a few thrusts, you felt his hot seed paint your insides white, and he let out a long drawn out moan. 

"I'm getting close too-" Heizou's thrusts in your mouth grew faster and faster. His hand suddenly grabbed one of your boobs and pinched your nipple hard. The gesture and the way Kazuha is still cumming inside you made you cum for the second time that afternoon. Your moan helped Heizou reach his own release and spilled inside your mouth. 

"Yeah- fuck yeah- that's it- take all of my cum." When he finished, he took out his cock and cleaned up the drool that was spilling from the sides of your mouth with his thumb. 

"Swallow." You submit and follow, making the gulp audible, just the way he likes it. 

This may be the first time you've ever taken two men at the same time, but it was quite an experience. You silently wish for it to happen again in the near future.

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A/N: Putting this note here because I mentioned in one of my posts that I have a part 3/epilogue for this already written, however I think it has a theme not everyone will enjoy. I’ll post it regardless, as it makes this story more complete, but with enough warnings and reminders. Stay tuned for it!! 

[peachyysugaa]

enhypen maknae line as e2l troupe requested by anon

– sunoo

how you became enemies: sunoo is so friendly i don't see how he can make any enemies ;;-;; maybe if you're also a bubbly person, it's an unspoken but real bubbly person competition? JFLGAKLJA basically you just send smiles to each other and everyone thinks you're good with each other, but they're actually lowkey menacing o.o'

"hi sunoo! ^^" is actually ugh you -_- and "hi y/n!! :D" is really try me biss :D

how you became lovers: the both of you eventually become tired of this weird competition you have going on and decided to finally talk to each other. after that, you two start over, become closer and even become best friends that slowly develop feelings for each other!

let's be honest, people were already shipping the two of you, so to see you two finALLY dating makes everyone so happy to see their it couple come to life.

you close your locker door to find someone behind it. this someone was none other than your notorious rival, kim sunoo, with that stupidly charming smile of his.

"hi y/n!" he says to you. usually, his words are laced with a hidden poison, but this time, you detected none of that. raising your eyebrow, it prompts him to go on. "can i talk to you for a moment?"

"sure!" you agree with the best smile you could muster. to outsiders, it may look cordial, maybe even just two friends talking to each other, but the two of you knew that it was far from friendly. nevertheless, you follow him into an empty classroom, where the two of you drop your smiles the moment the door closes. "what is it, kim sunoo?"

he lets out an exasperated sigh. "you know what this is about, y/n, don't give me that."

rolling your eyes, you cross your arms over your chest and shift your weight to one foot. "maybe i do, but i want to hear you say it."

"fine, fine," sunoo says with his hands raised. "i just want this stupid competition of ours to end."

"oh thank goodness you're tired of it too," you admit relieved. "i don't even know we started this anyway."

"whatever the reason, it's all over now," he replies, for once with a genuine smile on his face, for once directed towards you. if you said it didn't make you feel even one thing, you would be lying. you're hyperaware of every move he makes as he takes a few steps closer to you with an outstretched hand. "truce?"

"friends," you claim with your own grin and shake his hand. without knowing it at the time, this was the start of not just a brand new friendship, but also the start of blossoming feelings between the two of you.

rest of the maknae line under the cut! <3

line break insurance please ignore and enjoy!

– jungwon

how you became enemies: jungwon always managed to overshadow you in Everything, which prompted you to become angry/jealous of him. he, on the other hand, never meant to uptake you in a lot of things. he just knows what he wants and follows his own path and intuition, so he sees you as a friendly rival. not knowing that you hate his guts, jungwon treats you fairly even during the time the two of you went head-to-head for student council president, which he won, making you his vp.

he admires your hard work, but he doesn't know why you treat him somewhat coldly though he just brushes it off (much to your dismay)

how you became lovers: as pres and vp, you have time to get to know each other, but jungwon's kinda oblivious to your disdain for him and he just compliments you often because he admires your hard work! i think jungwon's the type to also remind you to take breaks because he sees how much you do and he doesn't want you overworking 🥺🥺 you notice how much he cares for you despite being president himself and your hate for him transforms into equal admiration!

he confesses to you first because you're a little slow on picking up that he likes you.

"y/n-ssi," the voice calls to you, prompting you to look up from your paperwork. upon lifting your head, you see that the person is indeed the student council president, yang jungwon, your longtime rival.

"yes, jungwon-ssi?" you reply, with a little sting to your tone. if he noticed it, he paid it no heed as always and simply walks forward to your desk, placing a carton of your favorite drink from the vending machine.

"don't overwork yourself, it's getting late," is his blunt answer before walking away. you just stare at the drink sitting on your desk as he's going out the door but peeks back in, appearing very catlike. "and y/n-ssi?"

"huh?" you say rather lost.

jungwon chuckles at your agape face. "you always stay longer than you should. if you end up working until dark, come by my office. i'll walk you home."

with that, he shuts the door softly while simultaneously opening a new door to your heart that was beating way too quickly for your own good.

– niki

how you became enemies: niki's got that class clown vibe down PAT. he plays way too many pranks on you, which sets you off. when you two are in the same room, everyone has to deal with your bickering. well, more like niki's verbal teasing and your nagging responses. needless to say, everyone knows your relationship with the prankster and knows by now to leave the room if the two of you are there together.

in truth, niki has a crush on you, but he didn't know how to express it. pulling pranks is his love language 😔💔

how you became lovers: just like one of the hyung line members, he takes it too far one time and actually makes you cry. he feels so bad that he panics and decides to fess up to you.

he asks his hyungs for advice before leaving a bunch of gifts and a letter for you to read because he's not sure if you want to see his face. either way, he's waiting for you at a park bench so that he can tell you his true feelings in person.

there's a quick rap of knocks on your front door before your mother tells you to go answer the door. getting up from your bed and wiping your tears away, you're still hurt from what riki had done to you at school this afternoon but get up anyway to see who was there.

peeking through the hole, you're confused when you see no one. instead, you open the door to a stuffed version of your favorite animal and your favorite snacks. when you pick up the items, you see that the envelope attached to the animal is real and has your name written on it. closing the door, you quickly open the letter and scan through the handwritten note to find out it's an apology note, from the one and only nishimura riki, the very source of your tears.

it was sincere and moved you enough to get changed and run to the park where he said he would be waiting for you. when you arrive, he indeed was sitting where he said would be, but he stands up slowly, mouth agape from your appearance.

"i..." you take a moment to catch your breath from running while he walks towards you to meet you partway. "accept your apology, riki."

"y-you do?" he blinks a few times as if to make sure it's not just a dream.

you just nod quickly and finally straighten your posture while finally taking in the right amount of oxygen. "yea, now tell me what you wanted to say. why couldn't you say it in your letter?"

"well, i..." he pauses, not thinking he would get this far. you wait as he tightly closes in his eyes to muster up his courage. "i've liked you all this time, y/n. i'm sorry i couldn't express that properly, but i'm willing to start over if you would let me."

hyung line version here!

[nctsworld]

skateboard love

✩‌ yangyang x reader | skater boy!yangyang | college au | fluff | 2.2k

SUMMARY | yangyang tries to get you to skateboard for the first time and in doing so, you’re taken back to when you first met him. // for @notnctu​’s beginning collab! WARNINGS | slight injury (reader trips over a curb), one swear word, kissing RATING | teen+ TAGLIST | @infnteen​

“I can’t do this,” you mutter, shaking your head in defeat.

The ocean waves clamour nearby as you stare down at the skateboard and concrete pavement beneath your sneakers in frustration.

The weight of your helmet and the wrist guards are blatant in your every movement. Sure, it’s a little embarrassing at your age, but it’d be best to rather be safe than sorry.

Thankfully, they’ve been coming in handy during the times you almost fell and slipped off of your boyfriend’s skateboard. It may have been his idea to try to learn, but you weren’t opposed to it, thinking it’d be easy.

They say things are easier said than done, and now you’re forced to admit skateboarding definitely falls under that list.

“Yes, you can,” Yangyang softly says. Beside you, he gives your hand a gentle squeeze, causing you to peer into his gleaming eyes and bright smile.

Despite the recentness of your relationship, your boyfriend’s patience and encouragement feels like routine, like he’s been by your side for your entire life. His words don’t fall on deaf ears; you parrot his smile and muster a small nod, albeit glancing away shyly.

“Just think about all the times you’ve watched me skate past the library and copy what I did.”

Petulantly, you stick your tongue out. “It wasn’t that often.”

Disbelief reflects back at you in the form of an eyebrow raise.

“Really?”

“Really!”

Around mid-September, in the most modern, glass-structured library on campus, you found a studying area that was perfect for you.

Main floor, nearby the entrance doors for an easy exit when class was about to roll around. A high stool chair that was cushioned comfortably for endless hours of equal parts studying and procrastination. Plugs and desk space galore.

Above all, it was perfect because you had the picturesque view of the boy who always skated every other day around 11:50am towards his next class across the wide stoned boulevard in front of the library.

You noticed him the first few times when you initially sat upstairs. Even from afar and above, your interest was piqued over how coolly he skated past all the students. There were only so many students who biked to their next class, and even less who skateboarded.

And after you decided to sit downstairs for once to finally steal a closer glimpse of him, you were completely smitten upon capturing his handsome features.

Thus, your heart constantly raced in anticipation when 11:50am hit, as students scattered all across campus during this transition period. 

With a thumb tucked in his pocket and headphones over his ears to boot, the mystery skater boy often slid past around 11:55am, making your mind wonder where his former class was and where he was going. Was he in Engineering? Arts? Business?

The latter option didn’t seem likely since his style didn’t echo the stereotypical look of the faculty. Dark coloured hoodies and sweaters, bomber jackets, and skinny jeans were his usual choice of fashion, alongside the occasional baseball cap. And on the days he wore his cap backwards, he was truly in his skater element.

No matter, you always swooned with your chin perched atop your fist or resting inside your palm as he passed by. The brief sighting of him easily became the highlight of your day.

You would be lying if you said you didn’t try to look for him in your classes, but to no avail. You had to live with the fact that you’d only get to know him in passing as he skated on by the library.

When the mere hoodies and sweaters were exchanged for heavier, thicker jackets and coats, he still continued to traverse across campus via his unsurprising mode of transportation. You especially admired his dedication on the days filled with rain and wind, wishing there was some way for you to ease his trips to his next class.

All throughout the couple of months, he was consistent in attending that one class.

Except one day.

It was a Friday, about a week or two near finals season. The weather was quite chilly now, but snow wouldn’t be an issue until after winter break and well into the next semester, so there wasn’t any reason for him to not use his skateboard still.

Maybe he was sick at home, you thought. Pouting, you tried not to dwell over the stranger because that’s all what he was. 

Someone you didn’t know, someone you only watched from afar. Someone that filled your daydreams, pondering what he’d be like and what’d you two could talk about... but nevertheless a stranger.

Oddly enough, about an hour past noon, someone dragged you out of your thoughts momentarily as they unusually sat nearby your spot. 

The unspoken library etiquette was to sit as far away from others for more personal space, especially in the area where you frequented. You tried your best to ignore the shuffling of the person placing their laptop and books onto the elongated wall-length table, feigning laser-focus on your notes.  

But a few moments later, you heard a whisper coming from their direction.

“Is this your favourite spot in the library?”

“Hm?” you hummed, dragging your headphones down to your shoulders as you swivelled towards the seated stranger. Air seized in your lungs and your eyebrows shot up.

The gorgeous skater boy glowed with rosy cheeks from the cold air outside, paired with his stunning smile. You realized this was the first time you’ve ever seen him smile—preciously, by the way, with his teeth on full display—and your heart stirred like crazy.

A beat stretched out. Your jaw hung in shock and you blinked blankly. Guess you solved the mystery as to where he was today.

He beamed more intensely at your awe struck and continued to whisper, “I always see you sitting here when I get to my next class.”

“Uhm,” your jaw snapped up, prior to your dry gulp. “What?”

“Yeah,” his deep chuckling tickled your ear. God, of course a smooth voice matched a face like that. “you stare out the window so cutely whenever I pass by the library.”

A record scratched, then you rewound the moment in your head. Not only did he knew you existed but...

Did he just called you cute?

Catching on with awareness over his own words, the skater boy pouted to one side. His cheek jutted out adorably and red seemed to crawl over them, progressing over to the tips of his ears too.

Light giggling from both parties filled the space, with you tucking your hair behind your ear and him tugging on the ends of his sweater paws.

“So, are you skipping class?” you asked, tilting your head curiously.

“Yeah,” he replied, gesturing towards his busy study set-up ahead of him. It was a similar scene to yours—notes layered and layered upon each other, a laptop which displayed more notes, and a few textbooks were open too. “When you need to skip a class to study for another class...”

You nodded sympathetically, pointing a finger to your organized mess to imply the same. “Finals season.”

He nodded as well in unity and you two exchanged another round of smiles.

“I’m Yangyang.”

With that, introductions were made and bits of information were shared. Your hunch was right—he was in Engineering, but he also had some elective labs that were being held in the Science side of campus. Made sense why he had to navigate across campus from one end to the other.

Before the conversation began to get carried away, he issued a small apology. “Sorry, I really shouldn’t be interrupting your studying. I’ll leave you be.”

Admittedly, it caught you off guard. You wanted to pipe up about how he wasn’t interrupting, that you wanted to dive into getting to know him more. You’ve seen him practically almost every day for the last couple of months and you didn’t want to let this chance slip through your fingers.   

Yet, at the same time, you begrudgingly knew he was right. You had to study for your upcoming in-class final, so you held your thoughts back and unwillingly turned back to your responsibility at hand. 

It was difficult to study with skater boy being in the same vicinity as you—practically an arm’s length away from you—but you eventually tampered down your jitters and honed your attention.

Hours passed. Neither of you really shifted much besides the casual stretching or the much needed break to the bathroom.

Darkness loomed in the winter sky and out of the corner of your eye, you noticed him writing, which he hadn’t done during the time he’d been there.

And then, after an ear-piercing slow rip of paper that echoed in the library, he slid that piece of paper in your direction with one simple question that ignited the spark for the beginning of you and him—

I know we just met, but do you want to go out sometime?

“’Cause if I recall...” Yangyang continues, breaking you away from your bout of reminiscing. He absentmindedly tucks away some loose strands of hair sticking out of your helmet. “You watched me at least since the beginning of last semester—”

“Nu-uh,” you cut in, lying in a childish tone.

“Yuh-huh,” he rebuttals.

Under the warm afternoon sunlight, you two begin to have a staring contest, squinting and playfully seething at one another. When your boyfriend squints harder with a ruffle of his nose, you follow suit. Eventually, you give in with a sigh.

“Okay, fine. Even if I did watch you a lot, it doesn’t mean I can just absorb your skateboarding skills through memory.”

Cockiness fades over his joking exterior as he flashes you a shit-eating grin. “It’s cause you were too busy focusing on my handsome face.”

Becoming second nature for you by now as he’s often like this, you roll your eyes and lightly punch him in the arm, but... he isn’t wrong.

And from your lack of an articulate response, Yangyang knows he’s right.

Sparing you from injuring your pride further, he swings the conversation back to what you were doing here in the first place. 

A hand of his steadies you by the bottom of your back. “Balancing feels weird, I know, but you’ll get the hang of it. Let’s try again.”

Releasing a lengthy exhale, your head bounces fervently in hopes that false confidence and your boyfriend’s support can morph into a successful skateboard run.

The careful push he gives you is ample enough to have you ride down the street by yourself. Your body wavers side by side and you fear that you’ll teeter to a stop like all the other times, but somehow, your foot swipes across the pavement, carrying you further down the street.

It’s not fast by any means, but as you persistently execute it, you gain traction and see yourself finally riding without any issues.  

“Yangyang, I got it. I got it!” you shriek as you quickly glance back towards him.

He radiates in response and gets lost in you, equally proud that you finally found your balance and basking in how stunning you look as you coast down the beach side street.

However, his trance breaks when he sees you’re about to hit the edge of a street curb.

“Babe, watch ou—”

The scene happens fast. You’re suddenly laying on a patchy part of the grass, with the skateboard by your feet. Yangyang bolts to you, hunching down as he daintily tugs you to sit upward.

“You okay?” he pants nervously.

At first, you nod without a thought since the helmet and wrist guards have saved you from any potential major injuries. 

However, your boyfriend’s eyes widen when out of nowhere, you draw in air between clenched teeth. Your butt feels as if it’s on fire, since it was actually the body part that mostly broke your fall.  

He suggests to sit here for a while to let the pain dissipate, reassuring you’ll be fine from his own past experiences. 

As you rest awkwardly beside him on the grass, placing weight on your hip rather than your rear end, he aids you in ridding of your safety gear. Once they’re off, he kisses your hand tenderly.

“Maybe we should leave the skateboarding to me, for now,” he mumbles softly into your skin, leaving another kiss upon your hand.

You mope in agreement. “Maybe so...”

Caressed in his arms, you link eyes with him. Your eyes flutter to a close while he delicately eases you into him by the back of your neck.

The intense pressing of his lips against yours feels heavenly, almost entirely sedating your mild pain. He kisses you deeper, disregarding everyone and everything in proximity. You reciprocate it all back eagerly, cupping his cheek and gripping onto his strong frame as you do so.

Peeling away breathlessly, you tip your forehead against his. “Should we go back to the library and have me watch you longingly from our old spot?”

Yangyang hurriedly shakes his head.

“Nope. Never again,” he replies, his thumb stroking your cheek. “If you’re watching me skateboard, you’ll be doing it by my side from now on, beautiful.”

A chuckle trickles from you. You’re about to retort back, but your one and only skater boy diverts your train of thought, dragging you in for another long, blissful kiss. 

[jaeminscoffee]

Knee highs and short skirts | N. Jm

Pairing- Na Jaemin x reader

Genre- Smut, fluff, college!au

Word count- 3.82k

Warning(s)- nsfw, softdom!Jaemin, pretty pwp, corruption kink, slight voyeurism? (they make out in public) possessiveness, dacryphilia (getting aroused by one crying or sobbing), fingering (for prep), unprotected sex (play it safe y'all this is a fiction), slightly inexperienced?reader, unintentional overstimulation (unintentional LMAOO), pretty filthy i say. Lyra back at it with smuts lol

Synopsis- It was hard to imagine that all it took was skirts and high knee socks and cute little jumpy girls for Jaemin to get highly turned on, but here we are.

Type- requested!

@kpopscape​

It was hard to imagine that all it took was skirts and high knee socks and cute little jumpy girls for Jaemin to get highly turned on. 

Watching you as you entered the campus had always been a sort of daily serotonin boost for Jaemin. More like, watching you smile and wave at every passing acquaintance regardless of the fact whether you spoke with them or not was a serotonin boost for Jaemin. You were extremely intriguing. 

You're a jolly person, an extreme extrovert, shy at first glance of course but nevertheless outgoing, you'd had little to no problem at all at making friends. Your close ones called you the human magnet and most would agree to it. Could you help it? Company is always better than being alone (unless preferred to be alone).

The first time Jaemin saw you was when you came into the campus first bumping into not his, but a very pissed Jeno's back in a very cliché way which resulted in him accidentally pour out his anger on you, which led to Jaemin having to find you later in the day to apologize on Jeno's behalf. That experience had a very interesting impression on the two lads, well, a not too positive impression on Jeno but the opposite for Jaemin. 

The next time Jaemin saw you was in his philosophy class, and god bless you and your perfect complexion complimenting all your curves and edges and oh of course, that cute black and white knee high socks that you wore with a skirt a little too short for him to stay sane and a sweatshirt loose enough to give you adorable sweater paws. That's when wanting to see you on a daily basis became Jaemin's sole reason to attend college. 

The next time was weeks into talking to each other, getting comfortable to a point where you went over to each other's house, exchanged numbers, went on small platonic dates and where your friendship started to turn into a touchy one, and you absolutely loved it. Well, Jaemin loved it more than you. Watching your face flush when he'd place his hands comfortably a little too close to there on your thigh had him feel sorts of emotions he's never felt. How your eyes would widen each time he'd place playfull kisses on your cheeks, or when he pulled you onto his lap to cuddle up closer when watching a movie or two, Jaemin lived for your reaction. 

Weeks after that was at a small dinner send off party of sort by one of your friends for the senior batch, where seeing you in a white body fitting turtleneck full sleeve with a grey skirt consisting of blue hue with a plain white knee high sock had him crave you more than before. When the occasional touches and kisses turned into a form of self destruction for Jaemin and those longing touches turned into a want to take it up a notch. 

And maybe it's the fact that Jaemin genuinely seemed intriguing to you, or the slight intoxicity you felt after a glass of not that strong of drink went down your throat, making you want to comply with everything Jaemin wanted. The expression he wore of pure bliss and satisfaction had you feeling proud of yourself. Like you're doing the right thing, like standing in a hallway beside your classmates bedroom with his hands around your waist in a vise grip, face inches away from colliding into a passionate kiss where anyone could bump into you two was a right thing to do. Like not caring about the all 'good mean no bad' girl image you'd formed to fade away in front of your classmates and probably next the entire campus was the right thing to do. 

The next time, well, this moment right now when you went over with him to his studio apartment hand in hand after evening lectures, it had been nearly impossible for Jaemin to keep his hands to himself. How your lips pucker into a pout complaining about all the workload you have, how you jump up in excitement at the sudden strike of another topic you want to discuss with him, or how you seemed so dreamy in general and all Jaemin could do was stare at you with an expression of pure admiration, desire and want to change the whole innocent image you held. 

"so Mr. Li asked him to-ah!" and all he could do was pull you onto his lap with his hand on your hip to hold you up in place and unintentionally cut your sweet voice's narration short, but he wanted to hear you more, "I'm listening, doll. Keep going"  he cooed at your flushed expression at the sudden proximity, pulling you closer to connect you two by the hip, tapping at your now exposed thighs as your skirt had ridden up at the shift in position to urge you to step out of your daze and continue speaking. 

"What.-what are you doing, Jaem?" you ask, resting your hands on his chest as you push yourself a little back to create some space, clearly astonished at the sudden spark of something at the area between your sock clad legs, only to be pulled back closer towards him once again. 

"Something I've wanted to do for a long time, keep going, baby, I'll just be doing my thing" and so you let your hand rest on his chest while continuing your story as he looked intently at you.

Being in such proximity with Jaemin had never been a new thing, it's how no matter how many times you'd see him up close you'd still can't look him straight in the eyes for more than a few seconds because of how strong his gaze is that would have you flustered. Ever since the said party, your first proper kiss and Jaemin's first step to calling you his, you wanted to stick around him and just him. You felt like yourself around him and he made you feel so loved that you were willing to let him do anything just to have him around. 

In Jaemin's case, it was that he'd not move forward with his plans if he'd noticed the slightest of discomfort in any of your actions, fearing that you'd leave him once and for all before he could even call you his. And so in that way, you two did what pleased the others the best. 

Smiling at how you slowly got comfortable with his warmth, he leaned forward, slightly startling you but you nevertheless continued speaking, "Show his homework to him, b-but he couldn't because the only co-opy he had.." you squeal in a breath as you feel his breath fan your exposed neck, courtesy of wearing a slightly deep V-neck to college and of course to the hangout that day, "Had..?" 

Jaemin rasped in a voice a little too low to what you're used to hearing, dangerously low that you felt yourself squirming under his grip, which elicits a groan from the male. Not knowing the weightage of your action, you accidentally end up doing it again as his plush lips come in contact with the sensitive skin. "H-had was.. mine-" 

"Mine, a pretty word, right doll?" The feeling of his lip moving against your skin was ticklish to describe the best, but good, good enough to have keeping your legs closed uncomfortable from the sudden pool of arousal that bedded itself in your foolishly white panties. "Yes..?" you answer with a shaky voice, moving once again to get rid of the said uncomfortable feeling which resulted in Jaemin throwing his head back to rest on the head rest of the couch, his perfect eyebrows furrowed into a frown, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. 

"Darling, if you keep moving like this, i won't be able to stop myself from doing what all I've imagined doing to you," he spoke with the same low voice of his, which had you unintentionally moving regardless of the empty warning that lingered in the air. That's when you notice the visible switch in the way Jaemin looked at you.  Determined to carry this forward and put an end to the friends title to develop into a whole new one.

"What you've imagined doing to me? W-wha-?" you let the question linger, not really expecting an answer when he looked at you with a smirk on his perfect lips. He let one of his hands off from your side to comb through your perfectly set hair while the other wrapped around your torso to keep you upright. 

"Should i tell you what I've imagined?" Surely fueled by desire, Jaemin still counted on your consent, basic etiquette and he wouldn't let it go down the drain just because of his lust. The silent look of curiosity gave it away that you really wanted to walk through the dream boys imagination, so you nod your head. "Words, darling. I need words"

Looking at him patiently waiting for your verbal confirmation, you swallow down the nervousness before looking him straight in the eyes with your own widened ones, "Y-yes."

"Hm, well, I imagined having you close to me, just like this, all responsive to everything I do."

"Then I imagined feeling that soft lips of yours once again, the one that I remember so vaguely. Will you let me taste it once again?" He asked, leaning in closer than what your bodies would allow, nevertheless feeling ecstatic at the effect he has on you. "Hm?" you could obviously not say no to the expression he wore, filled with excitement and expectations, happiness, desire and maybe.. love? 

Instead of answering, you lean forward, closing off the small distance that kept your bodies from colliding, pressing your lips onto his with least force. The type of kiss got both of you feeling hot, bubbly as you feel Jaemin smile against your lips. 

The kiss was a mix of aggression and passion, slow and fast, lust and innocent emotions, one strong enough to deliver all sorts of emotions and of course, sloppy out of desperation, "Still as sweet as ever," he speaks against your lips, beaming down at you with the same smile as you refuse to meet his gaze at the sudden shyness that overtook your desire. 

Jaemin's hands slip up the open clothing to grip your thigh raw, the feeling of his cold fingers making you shift position again, looking down and cowering behind your palms as you shield your heated face from the lad, "What's wrong doll?" he moves his thumb up and down, massaging the skin he had his grip on, "Talk to me, princess, do you want me to stop?" 

"No!.. I mean, n-no, it's just.. I've never done this before, ever" As though your usual behavior never gave it away that you're too innocent for anyone existing in the world, you confirm Jaemin's suspicion all the more, to which his smile only just widened, the burning desire to change the status if innocence way too strong for him to contain himself now, "I know, darling, I'll go slow, alright?"

At your nod of confirmation, he wastes no time to lift your shirt out of it's confinement inside your skirt and over your head to reveal a not so appealing bra, yet, Jaemin thought you looked absolutely exquisite in it. Just a plain white lace bra, a cherry on top to the innocent image you held that he oh so much wanted to destroy, "W-wait! Can.. C-can this..-nevermind," you sigh, not wanting to disappoint the boy in front of you at your insecurity, "Can what, baby?" you shake your head, "Tell me, love"

"Can..can the bra stay on.. Just this once..?" you ask in a soft voice as Jaemin notices your tiny gestures of an attempt to cover yourself a little, feeling a little too hot, "Do you want it to stay on?" he asks in a voice all too understanding, no signs on the disappointment you were worried about, you nod, "Then it stays on" he smiles before placing a chaste kiss at the valley of your chest and swiftly shifts you on his lap in a way that your back rest flat on his chest, a hand secured on your waist to hold you as close as possible.

You feel a sort of warmth spread through your body at Jaemin's understanding and non persistent behavior towards your request as you allow yourself to relax and go limp on his body, "Do you know how many times i've imagined this? You on my lap.." he moves his legs to break your legs apart, using his knees to spread them and hold them open, "All pretty and for me to touch," He attaches his lips to your neck once again with a better access this time as he lets his hands wander up and down your legs, the hand that held your waist moving down to bunch up your skirt and pull it up to reveal to leaking mess you'd become which made Jaemin twitch and you shy. 

"All wet for me, and for me only" you whimper at his shameless words as his wandering hands move closer to your heat, cupping it as he felt up the wetness he'd caused to form there, a throaty groan escaping him while doing so as you feel yourself jump at the friction you got for a second at the place you needed it the most. The thought of someone other than you touching your sex causing your insides to twist, in the best way possible of course. 

Jaemin resumed to feel up and down your wetness from over the fabric while still keeping his lips attached to your neck, just to make sure you were wet enough to take him, or better, his fingers. 

"J-Jaemin..," 

You let out a loud moan feeling his fingers directly over your clit once he pushed you drenched panty aside, coating his fingers with your arousal before easing one slender digit in, causing your back to arch.

Way too sensitive and aroused, it was obvious you wouldn't be long until your first high, and Jaemin knew that all too well as he felt your tight walls clench over one little finger when he started pulsing it in and out of you and a steady pace, minding to not make it too much for you, though, that thought seemed highly appealing to him, but he'd rather save it for the next time.

"Does that feel good, my love? Because watching you look all angelic like this for me is what I'd imagined next" he speaks against your hair, as you try to close in your leg at the friction you're getting suddenly becoming overwhelming for you, added to that came in Jaemin's words, talks, voice laced in adoration and pure want. "Y-yes Jaem, oh god.. "

Silently moaning himself at your godly sounds, he continues penetrating you to your first ever not self made orgasm, eliciting a loud high pitched scream from your side at the very intimidating feeling at the bottom of your stomach, feeling it undo as Jaemin coaxes your first orgasm out of you,

"Just like that darling, you're doing so well, so good for me" he coos, wanting to drag your orgasm a little more, as he lowers his unoccupied hands to draw small, slow circles around your clit, making you spasm uncontrollably over him, feeling your eyes glaze over at the now painful feeling, you push his hands meekly away from your core, 

Shocked over the fact that he got you to come for him with just a finger, he added another one in, muttering silent apologies at your sudden pleas for a break to make sure your stretched out enough for that upcoming activity, "Just a little more, my strong girl, just a little more," though sorry for dragging your orgasm, he felt himself get lost at your small sobs and tiny tears falling down the side of your face which he pecked away.

Increasing the speed of his hands, he presses his thumb over your extremely sensitive bundle of nerves once again, making your arch your back in a painful angle, the crown of your head resting on his shoulder as you shake your head at him, letting him know that it was getting too much for you to handle, 

"Come for me once again, baby. We need to make sure you're prepared enough, hm? Can you do that for me?"

As if on command, you let yourself fall apart once again, a loud cry resonating through the room along with you crunching your legs up to stop the burning from the intense high, Jaemin whispering praises against your hair while running his hand up and down your forearm to soothe you. "You did so well, doll, want to stop here?" he inquired selflessly, not caring about the fact that he's extremely hard and it had taken a painful toll.

You take a second to calm your breathing as Jaemin patiently waits for your response. Making sure your breathing is normal again, you shake your head from it's position on his shoulder as he presses a kiss onto your wet cheeks, "You need to feel good too.." you speak with your eyes barely open, Jaemin smiling softly against your cheek, "Love."

You let out a sound of confusion at the random word blurted out by him as you turn your head to look at him, "Say the word 'love' if it gets too much for you, alright?" you nod, at no further actions from his side, you look at him once again, realising he's all about the verbal confirmation, "Alright.." you squeal out, "Turn around and sit facing me, doll" he hurries.

Jaemin rushes to remove his skinny jeans alongside his boxers when you lift yourself up, letting his member stand tall and free from confinement, making him feel like he can finally breathe. Slightly intrigued by the above average size, you look at him nervously which had his head turn at your innocent expression, "We'll take it slow, darling, nothing to hurt you, hm?" you nod before replying out loud. 

He gestures for you to hover yourself above his hardness once he got the panties out of the way and discarded it somewhere out on the wooden floor of his housing. "Go for it whenever you're ready" wanting to give you full control of the pace for now, he let you take your time for your first ever time. 

Chest heaving up and down in both excitement and nervousness you slowly lower yourself, knees beside his thighs, hands a vise grip on his shoulder, letting yourself engulf just a little of his member, you wince, still a little sensitive from the previous orgasms, his hardness much thicker and bigger than his fingers to just ease down quick despite how easy it'd be considering the wet mess he'd made of you, "Jaemin.. " 

Contributing from his end, he pushes his hips up to get inside you a little more, not too fast for it to be painful for you. Slowly, you let yourself ease down on him completely, sitting down onto his lap with his dick inside of you, twitching at the warmth he finally felt. Jaemin hushes your silent cry of slight pain, "You feel so good around me, doll. Such a good girl for me, " 

You take the initiative to lift yourself up just a little so that more than half of him is out and glistening from your arousal making him let out an airy moan of satisfaction, feeling your tightness, finally after only having imagined how it felt for so long.

You move up and down slowly, thighs trembling, heart pacing fast with pride at the feeling of making him feel good from all the sounds he let out, mind hazy and body covered in sweat. "oh my, Jae-Jaem-ah!" you fall limp over his body at the sudden thrust from his end, maybe from growing too impatient. 

"Should i take it from here, darling? I need to come, will you make me come, doll?" you mumble out a bunch of 'yes!' as your face falls into the nape of his neck where you nibbled at the skin like how he'd done. 

Jaemin took control once again, a sudden burst of energy sparking through his body as he set a fast pace in pistoning in and out of you, your slickness and his precum ensuring it wouldn't be painful for you, rather, it felt extremely good. "Look at my good girl taking me so well, you're making me feel so good, darling, I'm so.. Uh, I'm so close-" 

You clench around him when you feel a knot forming once again for the third time that evening when you feel his tip brush against your sweet spot, eliciting a loud gasp from you as you bite down a little too harder than intended on his hot skin while pressing the side of your face against his broad shoulders. "Jaemin.. Jaem, I'm.. Oh god"

"I know, doll, i know.. Me too, let go for me" he holds your hips in a grip tight enough to leave a light bruise or two while reaching between your bodies to find comfort on your clit again, making you let out a choked moan as Jaemin ended up being the one doing most of the work. 

You fall off the edge once again, this time harder than the previous ones as your tears slip and fall onto his shoulder, seeping into his shirt and onto the skin, making him go faster, chasing his high while dragging yours for a second or two longer. 

"Jaem, too much..it hurts-" you sob in a whiny tone which was more than enough to throw Jaemin off his edge too, rubbing fast circles on your clit while ribbons of his essence coat your walls as he lets out a loud, long groan of your name.

He stops his moment on your clit, but continues to move slowly to draw out all the arousal from his member, only stopping when he feels himself grow soft inside of you, the feeling making you clench around him weakly which makes him jolt due to the sensitivity.

Knowing it'd only make a mess to remove himself from inside you, he decides to stay in, muttering out a series of praises that he let linger in the air. 

"That.. felt good," you speak into the silence, voice hoarse and weak, worn out from all the activity as you silently thank him for making you feel so good, a sense of accomplishment spread through his chest, finally fulfilling his wish of corrupting you, and most importantly, making you his. He kisses your forehead after pushing out strands of tresses that covered it, 

"Anything for my babygirl"

[heejojo]

Love Isn't Beautiful But With You It Was

✰ summary: y/n and niki's journey from being enemies to friends to much more than that.

✰ pairing: Niki x fem!reader (and a Jay apperance)

✰ genre: fluff, angst, enemies to childhood friends to lovers

✰ warning: a few sad scenes but I'm not sure they'll be too bad! death

✰ word count: 1.8k (the most so far tbh)

a/n: this is my first fanfic so please leave comments about what should be improved. if you have any requests feel free to leave them! it's past 12am now and I need to sleep but I hope you have a nice day!

prompt gotten from @moonlight-chi77 thank you!

“Love isn’t beautiful but with you it was”

Life disappears in the blink of an eye, but the memories created and the human connection formed does not. The memories created are embedded in our hearts and follow us through different paths of life. Whether those memories are good or bad, they become something we reflect on in later moments.

Nishimura Riki couldn’t exactly remember the first time he met you but all he knew was that he had never hit off with someone the way he did with you.

September 2012

Although Niki couldn't pinpoint the exact date you guys started talking, he knew it was in September of 2012. He knew at first he disliked you and wanted nothing to do with you because you had stolen his spot on the swings.

“That's my spot, I told Jay I was going to stay here forever,” he said while his friend who was behind him nodded enthusiastically, backing him up.

“Your name is not on it and you didn’t buy it so why should I leave?” you asked him without coming down because you got there fair and square.

“I called dibs on it,” he said while puffing out his chest.

“Dibs are for babies,” you say while continuing to swing. “I’m not a baby,” he retorts.

“If you say so, then why are you wearing a Talking Tom T-Shirt?” you ask and his face begins to turn red. “It's cool, isn't it Jay?” he nudges his friend asking him for support. “Cool man, girls just suck” Jay responds and they both leave. “At least I dress myself!” you yell at their retreating figures

After that day, Niki made it his mission to disturb you every day and never wore his Talking Tom shirt again after that day.

August 2016

“Niki!!” you screamed as you felt another water balloon hit your leg. At this point, your entire body was soaked. The young boy continued to laugh and run as you chased him. You were beginning to regret spending your summer break with him when you could be watching TV instead. Eventually, you give up chasing the blond-haired boy and go into the house to dry off. Thirty minutes later, Niki comes in with a bottle of orange juice as a form of apology. You snatch it without further thought and drink it. Looking up at him after you finish drinking it, you both burst into a fit of laughter. “You’re lucky I love food,” you say. Maybe spending the summer with him wouldn't be so bad.

December 2018

Your crush on Niki was painfully obvious to everyone but him. Your friends teased you, his friends teased you yet when you were together you denied it with so much vigour. Niki had liked you for a few months now. Everyone was enjoying the slow burn that was going on between the two of you; the soft glances across the room, the way you always looked for each other among crowds, the way he knew where your secret birthmark was even though your close friends didn’t.

It was the way you complimented each other that made everyone cringe and aw at the same time. The jacket you got him for his birthday was his most prized piece of clothing and the only person he let touch it was his mum. This year though, you gathered enough courage and told him how he meant to you and how you were content with being just friends even if it hurt a little. But you weren’t expecting Niki to say he felt the same way, even more so. Your friends heaved a sigh of relief and choruses of ‘Finally’ were echoed.

It felt good being with someone.

January 2019

Everyone argued with people they loved right? Your parents did, the old lady that sells fruit and her boyfriend did so you and Niki weren’t an exception. After being childhood friends for so long you’d think you could trust each other enough to talk about the things that bothered you but he refused to, claiming that he didn’t want you to see him in a different light and how it would hurt his pride. You would tell him that no one knew him more and cared about him the way you did. At times, you’d let it go not wanting to push him but that day you couldn’t take it.

“We need to talk. Why have you been avoiding me these past few days?” you asked him.

“I’ve just been busy” he replied.

“No, you’ve been avoiding me. I know you well enough to know when you're hiding something” you said.

He wouldn't budge, he never did especially when you cornered him like this. He started to get irritated and said, “I said I’ve been busy so forgive me if I can’t give you attention all the time. Not all of us are as clingy as you” You winced; it was your fault for pushing him to the edge like that. Nevertheless, you wouldn't give up. “ I just want you to say how you feel and what bothers you. I’d never look at you in a different light and you know that. You might want to be strong but it’s okay to show some sort of emotion, it doesn’t make you weak rather it makes you look like someone that acknowledges what is wrong and doesn’t try to ignore the problem or solve it on their own” you comforted him. As the words entered his ears, you could see the walls surrounding his heart crumbling. “It’s okay to ask for help or just to rant to someone. Even if we won’t be able to provide an immediate solution, it should help” you added taking a few steps forward and grabbing a hold of his hands. You squeezed them tightly.

“I...I’m just scared you’ll leave once you see the not so perfect side of me” he managed to say. “I will stay with you, why don’t we make the best of everything without worrying about the future?” you asked while smiling. He returned it and pulled you in for a hug. “Thank you, truly,” he said and you smiled under his embrace.

After a few minutes you spoke up, “Oh yeah, Niki?” you called his attention and he hummed in response. “Don’t ever shout at me like that again, I can deck you and you know it” you said.

“Got it, boss. Sorry for being a jerk”

June 2020

You usually went on diets and exercised a lot but you were losing weight at an extreme rate and you weren’t even on a diet. Niki was worried but you brushed it off telling him it was stress from school but it got worse. You found it difficult for you to balance yourself, you felt nauseated, getting even more frequent headaches and being tired all the time so Niki decided that enough was enough and took you to the hospital. Neither of you had expected the result of the scans that were run.

“I’m sorry but there is a tumour in your brain,” the doctor said. The air left your lungs. “You can choose to get the surgery and live in the hospital for 8 months or live with the tumour for 3 months” he continued. You thanked him and left the hospital. The elephant in the room was very much alive and neither one of you wanted to address it. Did you want to stay in the hospital for the rest of your life or did you want to say with your loved ones? You thought that they would go through and that won’t be worth it.

“Niki” you called out.

He looked at you with a sad smile and just pulled you in for a hug, careful not to hurt you. “Do you want to tell your parents?” You nodded. You couldn’t just leave without saying anything. Picking your jacket, Niki drove you to your parents house.

“I just wanted you guys to know, I couldn’t just leave without saying anything,” you said with your eyes cast downwards. You couldn’t bear to look at your mom who was already crying or your dad who was blaming himself even when it wasn’t his fault or your sister who was basically your best friend. Niki had given you guys privacy but you knew it was just an excuse for him to be with his own feelings.

“I’m going to stay close to home in the meantime so I can be closer to you guys,” you said. Your eyes were already becoming glossy with tears. You inched towards your mom, taking her hand in yours and said, “You did an amazing job of being my mom and I love you so much”. Moving to your dad, you said “You did a good job of protecting me so don’t think otherwise. Let’s make all the memories we want to now without any regrets”. At that, your sister burst into tears “I… I can’t bear to lose you” Your heart clenched. “I can’t bear to lose you too” She continued crying. Your mom wiped her eyes and said, “From today, live the way you want to. Eat what you want and do what you want.” From the corner of my eye, I saw Niki staring watching the whole scene. After an hour, I stood up and went home with Niki. The car ride was a long and awkward one. When we got home, we just slept hugging each other.

Starting tomorrow I was going to live.

July 2020

The pain is getting worse but the smiles on my family and friends faces are enough to keep me going. I wrote letters and got gifts for them. Niki looks at the calendar every day, I can’t tell him to stop because I can tell he’s hurting so much. Why can’t I just be okay for everyone?

August 2020

The time comes faster, Niki and I went on a getaway for a few days. He deserved a break from everything that has been going on.

September 2020

I never thought I'd die as silly as that sounds. I asked my parents and sister to leave when I got to the hospital. Niki refused to leave and stayed there till I took in my last breath. He kept crying begging me not to go and how he’d do anything.

“Does it hurt a lot?” he asked between sniffles

“No it doesn’t, it just feels like a needle” it hurt like a truck.

“Liar”

I chuckled and held his hand till I couldn’t anymore. “I love you’’ I say as the lights fade.

╔═*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*═╗

Dear Nishimura Riki,

When you see this, it means I’m already gone. First of all, don’t beat yourself up too much. I could write for ages about how much I love you but now that I need to, my mind goes blank. You’ve done so well for putting up with me, hats off to you. You might not want to but move on, even though id like you to remember me; let your heart heal and be happy.

Take care of yourself and don’t skip any meals. Eat well and be happy, make sure you visit the places we never got to visit and enjoy yourself. Live life the way you want it every day. Be nice to people and smile more.

Thank you for all the happy memories, my love, I’ll be forever grateful for you. You made my life colourful and worth living.

Love isn’t beautiful but with you it was.

Yours truly,

Y/N.

[starilicious]

ishq wala love (echo x gn!reader)

》 summary: reader comforts an insecure echo after the end of tbb episode 4 "cornered" about having mechanical parts as part of his body.

》 word count: ~2.2k

click here to read on AO3

》 warnings: slight sensory overload, mild panic attack (i think it could be classified as relatively vague in regards to the description), insecure echo about his body, a teensy bit of in universe swearing, lots of flufffff and a dash of angst here and there, no use of y/n [if i should add more warnings, please let me know!]

》 spoilers: extremely mild ones from tbb episode 4 "cornered"

》 a/n: hello! this is my first tbb fic, so i really hope i do the show, the characters, and the fandom justice hehe ^_^ over the past few days, i've become obsessed with tbb fics, particularly the echo x reader ones bc my GOODNESS this man is such a soft bean who deserves all the love in the galaxy. as a result, please enjoy this sleep-deprived frenzy of a fic that i wrote at 1 am and let me know your thoughts! :)

》 misc. notes:

• title of the fic is from the hindi song "ishq wala love" from the film student of the year. i've linked the song (in blue) with some pretty good english translations in case you would like to take a listen, but it isn't necessary for the fic–i just thought it fit well!

• i kind of got way too invested in building up the environment at the beginning, so apologies if it seems like a slow start! i just had to indulge in having the other characters there too <3

• please ignore the inaccuracies of the havoc marauder. i don't really know what the ship looks like, especially the living quarters, so i unintentionally ended up using the ghost from swr to guide my writing for that part.

• what the reader says at the end about the word in love in her native language is true. the language i'm referring to here is hindi, and we have several different words for love. in my very humble opinion, i think it’s one of the many characteristics of the language that makes hindi so sweet-sounding and poetic :)

• THANK YOU FOR 100 NOTES OMG AHHH YOU ALL ARE TRULY AMAZING 😭<333 (7/1/2021)

After Tech piloted the Bad Batch away from Pantora and safely entered hyperspace, you all decided to turn in to get some rest–or at least attempt to. With the bounty hunter scare, you and the boys figured it would be best to discuss what to do tomorrow morning, for Omega’s sake.

You tucked Omega in with her doll and offered her a comforting smile. “Don’t worry ‘Meg,” you said softly, running a gentle hand through her cropped blonde hair. “You’ll be safe, I promise. You’re stuck with us for life.”

Omega smiled sleepily at your teasing and held her arms out for a hug, one which you gladly indulge. “Sweet dreams, love,” you murmur as you let go. You shut off the lamp in her makeshift room and closed the curtains as you climbed down the ladder.

You turned around to find Hunter looking at you from his seat in front of the blinking controls. You raised an eyebrow as you plopped down in front of him unceremoniously, the exhaustion of the action-packed day catching up to you.

"You're good with her," he murmured as you both glanced at the light beige divider and you shrugged in response.

"Just looking out for her. Besides, you're not so bad yourself. She mimics your every move," you grinned. Hunter chuckled fondly as he recalled the memory where they were all stuck in the Kaminoan prison cell and Omega copied his every gesture.

The two of you lapsed in a comfortable silence as you mulled over the day's events, the hum of the ship thrumming beneath your feet.

"We'll be okay. It's tiring and difficult and none of us know how to raise a child, but we'll be okay," you said, breaking the quiet with optimism. You placed a hand on Hunter's shoulder and smiled. "Crosshair will be okay too. Have faith."

Hunter sighed but nodded in agreement as he put his hand over yours. "Goodnight," he said as he stood up, stretching his muscles.

"Sleep well."

You sat at the small table for a few more minutes to think before standing up yourself. You quickly checked in on Tech in the cockpit since he was on watch, and he immediately shooed you away, insisting you get some sleep. You had a feeling he only did so to optimize the ship in peace without distractions.

Nevertheless, you obliged and left him alone. Walking to the back of the ship, you completed your rounds. Wrecker was snoring loudly and you stifled a laugh. At least he was sleeping well–it was all you could ask for really. But frankly, you had no idea how Crosshair was ever able to sleep through it. Thinking about him and seeing his empty bunk made your heart pang in loss, but you were as determined as the rest of them to somehow bring him back. You had to.

You opened the door to Hunter and Tech’s shared room to find Hunter already sleeping soundly and you quickly left. With his enhanced senses, he was already a light sleeper, and compounded with his responsibilities as a leader, he rarely got any rest. You worried for him.

Last stop was your and Echo's room. You stepped in to find the light still on. Echo was sitting on the floor in front of your bunk, staring at the ground.

"Hey there handsome," you joked lightly in an attempt to get his attention and mask your unease. Echo usually only came near your bunk when something was wrong and after everything that happened today, it was safe to say you were concerned.

Echo didn't respond. Did he hear me? You make your way over to your lover and sit down in front of him. You place your hands on top of his.

"Echo, honey?" You said softly and finally finally he looked up at you. Your heart dropped into your stomach.

"Oh, darling," you breathed and you moved to his side to envelop him into a hug, his head resting comfortably in the crook of your neck. You didn’t say anything more–you saw the deep pain swirling in his eyes, the grief, the loss. The anger. You let Echo take the lead; you knew how difficult it was to wrangle raging thoughts and muster them into words.

You didn’t know how much time passed of you two sitting on the floor, breathing each other in before Echo spoke.

“Today… when we went on the supply run, I was dressed as a droid.”

You bit your lip, knowing exactly where this was going. But you didn’t interrupt, letting him continue. Your thumb rubbed absentmindedly on his arm as you listened.

“That vendor we were talking to wouldn't take what we had. And then he saw me,” Echo took a deep breath. You stayed quiet, holding his hand in a manner that you hoped soothed his anxieties at least a little bit.

“Hunter sold me as a droid to him. I-I know he doesn’t see me as a droid. I know that. But–” Echo’s voice cracked. He cleared his throat of the emotion building up. Echo didn’t know how to express what he wanted to say. He didn’t even want to speak it aloud–that would make it feel too real. And Echo severely doubted he could handle the heartbreak. Can I do this?

“Cyar’ika,” he murmured and you hummed in response. Echo pulled away from you, his hand still in yours. Now or never. “I need you to be completely, absolutely, 100% honest with me,” he whispered. Echo steeled his expression, doing his best to hide how terrified he truly was.

You nodded because of course you would be. When were you not?

But the way Echo gazed at you threw you off. Something was wrong, very wrong. You were almost scared of what he would say next, but you made a gesture for him to say what was on his mind. Clearly, this was important.

“Do you really want to be with me when I’m just–” Echo struggled with the last few words and you strained to pick them up with how they caught in his throat. “–a pathetic, disgusting, hybrid machine?” It’s out, I said it. I said it. Echo felt like he couldn’t breathe, the pressure on his chest too much, too much. He stared down at the floor, face flooded with shame.

You stared at him in blatant disbelief, eyebrows furrowed and mouth open from a shocked laugh. No no no Echo. You’re nothing of the sort. You didn’t move. Echo’s breath hitched as he looked back up at you, broken and open and raw.

“Don’t lie, please don’t lie to me. I know there's no way you could ever love me when I… when I look like this,” Echo whispered, but he may as well have shouted with the way the blood was rushing through your ears.

And then something in you snapped.

You removed your hands from his and placed them on his cheeks, pulling him in until your foreheads were touching. “Echo, you need to listen to me,” you instructed and heaved a breath as you tried to sort your own rushing thoughts into articulated words. But the effort was futile as your careful speech turned into a haphazard and passionate stream of consciousness.

His eyes glistened with unshed tears and your heart broke into pieces. Echo gave you all of his attention. What are you going to say? He didn’t want you to agree, but he would understand if you did. Echo felt disgusted with himself. The walls were closing in on him. Breathing was getting harder.

“You are the best damn thing that has ever happened to me. I don’t give one flying banthashit about any of your mechanical parts. If anyone ever says anything about them, they’re di’kuts and you can send them my way because I will not hesitate to punch some sense into them,” you spat with pure determination, not even noticing the Mando’a slip. After being surrounded by clones for so long, you absorbed bits and pieces of the language. You didn’t even register how Echo picked up on the word, much too focused on getting your point across. You were a person on a mission and nothing would stand in your way.

The knot in Echo’s stomach was loosening a bit, the storm in his mind beginning to break. The walls were a bit farther from him. He wasn’t drowning in his own presence anymore.

“Because you know what? You’re still my Echo. You’re a man, my dear. Not a machine. You never were, and never will be. These parts?” you gestured to his scomp link, his legs, the cybernetic implant in his head. “They mean nothing. Absolutely nothing. Don’t focus on them.”

You smiled sadly as you rubbed your thumbs gently on his cheeks. “I fell in love with you, Echo, not your body. I love the way you make me laugh, the way you comfort me, the way you cry with me. As much as I kriffing hate that you have been through so much pain because of those damned Separatists, I’m grateful for the fact that I’m in love with a man who would do anything for his family, for his brothers.”

A tear slipped down your cheek as you remembered Fives coming back home from the Citadel but no Echo in sight. You would never admit it to anyone, but you swore a piece of you had died that day.

Echo felt like he was going to cry. The pressure that had been building up in his chest was releasing. He could breathe again, slowly, slowly. His only focus was you, was your words. The artificial lights didn’t seem to be as glaring now. They were softer, calmer.

“Echo, my love, even through it all, you not only survived, but you came out on top, victorious,” you paused, briefly overcome with how much love and gratitude you had for this wonderful man. “You came back to me, Echo, and you’re as handsome as ever. I have never stopped loving you, and never will. Don’t you ever forget that darling.”

Echo drew in a shaky breath. The harsh cold of the floor grates was biting into his skin, but he didn’t care. It grounded him as much as your warm touch on his face. He could breathe again. My cyar’ika.

Your fiery and passionate emotional speech came to an end as you stared into your lover’s eyes. There was so much more you could say, but you feared words would not be able to convey it all. You hoped your eyes would be enough to soothe his pained and tired soul.

Silent tears trailed down Echo’s face and you gently brushed them away as you pulled him into a tight hug. It was all you could do to not cry yourself. Echo was always so strong–you admired him for it.

“Thank you,” he whispered, voice thick with appreciation and love. You didn’t say anything. There was no need to. The charged air between you both was enough. The two of you sat in a comfortable silence on the floor of the Havoc Marauder, deep in your own thoughts.

“Ishq wala love,” you muttered fondly after some time, still caught up in your own mind.

“Hm?” Echo questioned, curious as to what you said. The soft sound gently pulled you out of the clouds and back to the man in your arms as you attempted to explain.

“There’s a phrase in my native language, ishq wala love. You see, in Basic, there’s just one word for love, which is love. But back home, we have several different words for love, each with their own subtle, but distinct meaning,” you blew out a breath as you tried to figure out what to say. Echo was hanging on to your every word.

“There’s… there isn’t really a direct translation, but the best I can come up with is that the love that we have, ishq, is much deeper than just romantic love. It’s deep and strong and pure and unyielding. It–it reminded me of us,” you admitted, a bit sheepish. Your fingers dance along Echo’s scomp link, nervous.

Echo took a moment to process your explanation before smiling. You felt your heart stitch itself back together again after seeing that beautiful smile. You would do anything to keep it on his lovely face.

“Ishq wala love,” he echoed, his pronunciation a bit off. You giggled in response. “Close enough,” you teased and Echo simply beamed. You leaned in and planted a chaste kiss on his soft lips, rubbing his metal arm gently.

Echo stood up then, offering a hand to you to help you up. You took it and he led you over to the bunk you shared together. You both quickly climbed in, relaxing in the warmth of the well worn blankets and the other’s presence.

Your head was near his chest and you could hear the soothing dull sound of his steady heartbeat. Your arm curled over his waist protectively and your head rested comfortably on his flesh arm. Echo shut off the light and you were ensconced in black velvety darkness.

“Goodnight, cyar’ika.”

“Sweet dreams, Echo. I’ll be here, waiting for you.”

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[yellowsuitcase]

Dark Circles // Draco Malfoy

A/N: Ik I’ve been really inactive, I’m really sorry. Please enjoy this little drabble as an apology. Please bear in mind, I have experienced anxiety and I write this based off my own struggles with it.

Summary: Y/N can’t sleep because of her anxiety, she seeks comfort in her boyfriend.

Warning(s): Swearing, Anxiety.

Word Count: 700

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Y/N tiptoed into the dormitory, her hands shaky. She’d been awake for a good few hours, unable to get to sleep despite trying everything she could think of; counting sheep, flipping her pillow, changing clothes. None of it worked. Yet, deep down, she knew why she was so uncomfortable, and it had nothing to do with her bed or pjs. She was anxious. Her heart was beating faster than it should be, her mind was racing, and she found it hard to breathe. After spending hours trying to remedy this on her own and failing, she decided to sneak into her boyfriend's dorm to sleep with him. 

There he was, fast asleep under his covers that were pulled up to his chin. He looked beautiful in the moonlight; Y/N felt terrible that she would have to wake him up. Nevertheless, she shuffled over to his bed and laid a hand on his shoulder. She shook him gently, he didn’t stir. She shook him again, this time while saying his name. He still didn’t wake. Ultimately, Y/N decided to lift the covers and crawl into bed, where she immediately snuggled herself against his warm body. It was this that pulled him out of his slumber.

“Y/N? What’re you doing here?” he mumbled. He had one eye open, and it was peering narrowly at Y/N. Immediately, she felt embarrassed. What a stupid idea, he’s gonna think I’m stupid, fuck. I should just leave now before he really wakes up, she thought to herself. However, as she was about to slip back out, Draco’s hand grabbed her wrist. 

“Where are you going? You just got here. I thought we were going to cuddle?” he asked, his words slightly slurred with sleep. Y/N sighed and wiggled her body closer to Draco’s. He wasted no time scooping her up and laying her on his chest. Once on top of him, Draco could feel her heartbeat against his stomach. He knew what this meant. The two of them had been dating for a year, Draco knew all about Y/N’s struggles with anxiety. Many times she’d arrive at the Great Hall for breakfast looking as though a bus had hit her. In reality, it was her anxiety that had kept her up all night, causing those dark circles. Draco figured it was another one of those nights, but he was curious as to why she’d sneaked into his room.

“What do you need from me, love? How can I help you relax?” he asked. In the beginnings of their relationship, he freaked out whenever Y/N was having an anxiety attack, no matter how mild it was. Now, he was educated and knew that the best way to help her was simply to ask.

Y/N sighed and lifted her head so she could look at her boyfriend. “Can you just hold me?” she asked. Draco nodded and sat up slightly to press a kiss to her lips. Then he guided her head back onto his chest and wrapped his arms around her, his fingers buried in her hair, stroking softly. He did this for a few minutes, paying close attention to her heartbeat. When it didn’t calm down, he decided to speak.

“Y/N, darling,” he called. She hummed, signifying she was listening. “Focus on my stomach rising and falling. Try to match my breaths, love. Do you think you can do that?” he asked, his voice soft and comforting. He felt Y/N nod against him, and he kissed her head, silently praising her. Then he focused on his breathing. He made sure it was slow and steady so that Y/N could differentiate it and copy it. After a couple more minutes, she seemed to have synced up with him. Draco could feel her heartbeat slowing down. A look of calm washed over her face; her eyebrows were scrunched as well as her eyes. Within minutes Draco was sure she’d fallen asleep. However, he needed to test his theory.

“Y/N?” he whispered. No reply. “Love? You awake?” he asked again. No response; she was sleeping. He stroked her back, lovingly. Honestly, he was thankful she had decided to seek comfort in him. Perhaps, together, they could prevent any more sleepless nights.

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[its-deputy-caleb]

hello! can i have some touch starved micah with a gentle and caring fem or gn reader?? thank you :))

omg yess anon, u can have touch starved micah any day! now ngl its like 3AM and i decided to write these after such a long day so this probs makes no sense and i didn't like the way they turned out at all so i might fix it up later

but still please enjoy this mess and a friendly reminder to anyone that reads this that my rdr requests are still open (but dw there's still more to come) i'm just really enjoying getting back into red dead!!

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It had been a relatively long night for Micah, or so you’d noticed as you watched him leaning against a tree for almost the entire afternoon and long into the night, just sharpening his knife and mumbling under his breath.

You knew something was bothering him and apart of you couldn’t help but be a little worried and it wasn’t because of the robbery you have with him the next day. No, deep down you had a soft spot for him.

But Micah Bell had his walls up high even around someone like you who is one of the few people he considers a friend. Talking to him, little alone approaching him is more of a challenge than a bet in five finger fillet and you had an inkling that he’d appreciate being alone.

So with a heavy sigh you stood from your place at the campfire, bid the last few remaining members a goodnight and headed towards your tent— there needed to be one of you with at least four hours of sleep, otherwise you’d never be able to pull off this robbery.

As you turned around to close the flaps in your tent, you couldn’t help but notice Micah’s gaze directed at you and it had been since you stood to leave. When your eyes met his own and you gave a soft smile he immediately turned his attention back to the knife and whetstone in his hand, hiding how flustered he was under the brim of his hat.

You waved goodnight to him but of course he didn’t see it, he wouldn’t dare look your way until he knew for certain that you wouldn’t catch him doing so. In all the time you’ve gotten to know Micah, you’ve seen him argue, fight, yell and even flirt with the gang members and total strangers but you’ve never seen him flustered or nervous quite like the way he is with you.

The thought makes you giggle as you settle into bed, you could only guess that he likes you but to say that you hate the idea would be a lie.

-

The next morning you were walking through camp with a cup of coffee in your hand as you went to find Micah and prepare for the coach that was coming in from Annesburg. It wasn’t difficult to find him since he was still leaning against the tree, the only real point of difference was his slightly slumped posture and obvious bags under his eyes.

“Here, I thought you might want this after last night.”

He stares numbly at the cup of coffee you’re holding out for him to take. He seems almost startled out of his thoughts at the first person that’s actually approached him in hours.

“I don’t like coffee.”

“—Half of its filled with whiskey.”

One of Micah’s typical sly smirks comes to rest on his face, one that’s laced with over confidence so that he can put his walls up higher and keep everyone thinking that he’s not trying to downplay whatever’s bothering him.

“You know me too well, sweetheart.”

However, you’re not just anyone and happen to see straight through his charms. When you place the cup in his hand you instantly notice the way he seems to tense up when your hand lightly brushes his. You couldn’t help but think the soft sound that left him was, for lack of a better word...cute.

His hand instinctively reaches forward into you more before pulling away to fiddle with the cup.

“Common now, I need you feeling sharp for this robbery and its a long ride to Annesburg from here.”

The tension leaves him when he realises you’re not going to push for answers or make a scene and he’s clearly comforted by the small smile you’re giving him.

-

The robbery as a whole goes fairly smooth. The coach guards were easy to take down with there being only three of them plus a driver. The issue arrived when the law showed up and there was a hell of a lot more than three.

The coach had been flipped at this point, the horses well and truely bolted but it offered the cover you needed in order to take out the flock of lawman.

Standing beside you, you can’t help notice how Micah seems completely out of it. You’ve seen him at his best, just how well he can shoot during a gunfight. Hell at Blackwater you saw him take out at least twenty pinkertons before you all even made it off the boat. No, the Micah standing beside you could barely even aim straight.

Eventually, the coast is clear— it took a while but the shooting finally stopped and left only silence as Micah went over to crack open the safe containing the payroll.

“Oh shit—“

Before you know what you’re doing, you take three quick steps forward and push Micah as hard as you can against his side. He hits the ground with a loud thud but you don’t stop to think about it as you fire your revolver at the lawman who’d managed to sneak up on you.

You don’t take your finger off the trigger until there’s no more bullets left in the chamber and the lawman is well and truly on the floor. You holster your revolver before turning around and offering an arm out for Micah to take, who is still sitting in the dirt with a stunned look on his face.

“Are you alright?”

You gently hoist him up and squeeze at his hand in hopes that he’ll understand just how worried you are about him right now.

Micah doesn’t give you a verbal response, instead choosing to groan but you didn’t mind, you suspect that his ego took more bullets than the lawman had. That didn’t mean you didn’t miss the way his hand squeezed yours back tightly.

“Oh Jesus, you’re bleeding!”

It seems Micah himself hadn’t even noticed the vibrant red stain of blood on his already dirty white pants.

“It’s just a graze, ain’t nothing to worry about.”

Unfortunately you don’t have time to argue with him about as he’s already loading up the cash onto Baylock before saddling up himself.

“Fine, but yer letting me patch you up when he get back to camp.”

-

To your surprise Micah actually follows you to your tent so you can at least bandage and disinfect the wound but that doesn’t mean he isn’t gonna put up a fuss. It takes you a good ten minutes just to get his pants off so you could clean it and it takes you even longer to place your hands anywhere near him.

“I can wrap my own damned bullet wound!”

You stare at him with an eyebrow raised, watching as he has an internal battle with himself on whether to push you away like he does everyone else, or to cave and let you in.

“Alright then, I’ll leave you to it.”

You decide to call his bluff, placing the bandages on the crate beside your bed before dusting yourself off and standing to leave the tent, only to be stopped by a hand on your wrist. Finally, you see something snap inside him and he sighs, almost defeatedly.

“Please stay…”

You pick the bandages and the old rag back up and sit back down on the edge of the cot. He jumps slightly when your hand is placed on the outside of his upper thigh, just under where the graze has torn the skin.

“Relax Micah, it’s okay.”

Micah is staring up at you with hopeful eyes as he leans on his elbows on the cot. You give him a reassuring smile but he only starts to really relax when your hand moves in slow circles against his thigh.

After the old rag has been drenched in whiskey you, offer him an apology before placing it over the wound to disinfect it. Micah hisses through his teeth and falls flat against the cot, trying not to bite his tongue off at the sharp burning feeling that’s travelling up his leg.

-

When his wound has been properly cleaned and bandaged, you lean forward and take his chin in your hand and guide him to look at you.

“Now was that so bad?”

Your eyes stare into his icy blue ones and you notice just how tired he seems. You decide to make a decision before second guessing yourself and lay down next to him on the cot that’s too small for the two of you to really fit on it.

Nevertheless your arms come to wrap around him in a tight hug. He tenses again but only for a moment before melting into you, exhausting clearly winning out.

Your hand comes to tangle in his hair and gently massage his scalp before placing a soft kiss to his forehead.

“Is this why you’ve been acting so off recently?”

Micah nods into your shoulder, more relaxed than ever now that he’s receiving the affection and intimacy he’s been craving for months now. He’ll probably beat himself up later over a bottle of whiskey for being so needy, but right now he couldn’t care less.

“Micah, when was the last time you had a hug?”

Your question is soft, non judgemental as you gently detangle his hair from where there are small knots. This time, there’s no answer and he only sinks further into your arms around him, as if he’s trying to literally avoid the question.

It doesn’t take a genius however to guess how long its been.

“Hey its alright, it doesn’t have to be like that anymore.”

His head comes up from your shoulder instantly, a desperate and hopeful look in his eyes. Your noses are almost touching and you can feel his slightly shaky breathe as he attempts to calm his nerves.

You lean forward slowly and place a soft kiss to lips, feeling him smile against you. His moustache manages to tickle his top lip and you can’t help but giggle which only makes the two of you smile more.

-

That night, Micah finally gets a good night’s rest with his head resting upon your shoulder. He’s lulled off by your hand rubbing slow circles into the back of his neck and soft but frequent forehead kisses.

He’s just about to doze off into a peaceful sleep when he feels you whisper against his skin,

“I love you Micah, just relax and get some sleep now”

The next morning he’ll wake up from one of the best sleeps he’s had in a long time knowing you held him all night.

[supercorpkid]

Mind Controlled – The Series.

Part 2 – Pull the trigger.

Supercorp, Kara Danvers x Daughter!Reader, Lena Luthor x Daughter!Reader, Alex Danvers x Niece!Reader, Lex Luthor x Niece!Reader.

Word count: 2300.

Warning: Injuries, violence, pain, angst.

Previously on the series - part 1

You land on the same room, on the same building, waiting for Lex's voice to come out of the speaker with further instructions. You’re ready to do whatever he asks from you.

“You’re back, my bösewicht.” You hear his voice sometime later. “I presume you have done a good job leaving your mothers wrecked?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Such an obedient little monster. A Super with a Luthor’s brain. Why has no one thought about this before? Oh yes, I have. But they called me a mad man for it, and yet here you are.” And there you are. Standing still, staring at a wall, waiting for more orders. “In that stupid outfit, dear Lord, why would anyone be dressed in those stupid clothes?”

You look down on your super suit. You do look stupid. This stupid skirt, horrible boots, long sleeve shirt so tight if you were human, it would mark your skin. It makes you so sick you want to rip it off of your body.

“Nevertheless, with you playing pet for me, I can do whatever I want even still in jail.” The static comes again, but Lex doesn’t stop talking. “I should’ve known Lena would be greedy and want a smart and powerful kid. But I hadn’t had confirmation, that was until mother came here to visit and told me all about you. So impressed with her little granddaughter.” He lets out a chuckle. “I can’t imagine how infuriated she’ll be once she finds out it was her, who gave me the idea to mind control you.”

You think about Lillian, and how impressed she is with you. You give yourself a cocky smile. She should be impressed, you are impressive.

“Kryptonians might have strong minds, but Luthors? We’re unfortunately just humans. So my bright sister didn’t think that having a powerful kryptonian daughter with a susceptible mind wasn’t a good idea?” He scoffs. "Oh, Lena. You may try, but you will never be smart like me.”

There’s a loud breathing sound.

“That’s enough of chatting. I have better things for you to do, my bösewicht. You’ll break me out of jail when it’s time, but first-” There’s a wicked little pause. “Let’s destroy the Super name.”

Your body is suddenly filled with rage and wrath. You want to destroy everything. You want to drop a bomb in everyone’s head. You want to make them suffer.

“That’s it. Use your rage. Destroy National City, scare them, let them see you in your worst form. Let them fear the Supers, and then, come for me.”

“Yes, sir.”

You fly off the window, looking for a place to start. You want to cause damage, you want them to be scared of you, whoever they may be.

You start off by using your heat vision to draw the ‘House of El’ symbol in the middle of the park, so they know who’s responsible for all that it is coming their way. You watch the grass burning, the form coming along and your heart beats fast, enthusiastic.

You didn’t even start the destruction part yet, and this already feels fulfilling. You know exactly where to go next.

You fly to your training center and you look down. This stupid-ass place gives you no good memories at all. You got beat up, got yelled at, got annoyed every time your powers didn’t work like they were supposed to, got angry at people looking at you thinking you weren’t good enough. You remember their disapproving looks; you remember the tiniest of sighs you’ve heard.

Fuck them all.

Your heat vision hits the ground, and your heart gets heavy, but your powers never stop. You can almost taste the feeling of being a disappointment in your mouth. And it gets you incredibly proud of yourself. You want to disappoint them. Them being proud of you means nothing at all.

You look down on the entire place up in flames. This is the right thing. Destroying this place will send them a message. You are not their little pet anymore. They can’t keep you under a leash, pretending you’re not powerful and fucking special. You’re so fucking special, even Lex wants your powers.

It’s not long until Supergirl flies in front of you. You smirk at her looking down. There’s a powerful feeling cursing through your veins. You know she can see it too. Your hair blowing in the wind, your stupid super suit moving almost in slow motion, your eyes burning of rage with little flames dancing in the dark of your enlarged pupils.

“I believe you owe me an apology.” It’s the first thing you say, after unclenching your jaw. “You called me weak.” You spit, disgusted. “You were mistaken.”

“Deeply.” Kara agrees looking down, and you notice the cars from the DEO stopping, people getting out of them in desperation, trying to put out the fire. That makes you so happy. She looks back at you. “Is this what this whole thing is about? You’re trying to prove to me you’re strong, after all this time?”

“Trying?” You scoff, then your face goes back to a frown. “I don’t need to prove myself. Especially not to someone who uses her powers to stop bank robberies instead of having the world under her firm grip.”

“I know you’re not my daughter.” Kara comes a little bit closer; you don’t move. You’re not scared of her, but she should be scared of you. “Are you bizarro?”

“You’re too far consumed in this battle of ego to see right in front of you.” You tilt your head, letting a creepy smile dangle on your lips. “Don’t you recognize your little one, mommy?”

“If that’s the case, then I have to stop you either way, little one.” Kara does her whole superhero pose and you laugh at her.

“You can’t. You don’t have the stomach.” You look down to the ground and you see Lena there. “I see, you won’t be the one doing it. Clean hands, right? Let the Luthor hurt the Kryptonian. It’s the natural order of things.”

“I’m sorry, my love. It has to be done.” Supergirl flies towards you in one motion. You still try to fly away, but she is a little faster, so she grabs you easily. You push her, punch her, you even pull her hair, but she doesn’t let go.

She lands on the floor with you wrapped in her arms, and Lena comes closer. Kryptonite gun in hand. Soon, you’re surrounded by agents with their own guns. Supergirl lets you go, flying above you, but not leaving, in case you decide to make a run for it.

You look at Lena. Gun in hand. You listen to her heartbeat going crazy and you smile at her.

Let’s play, mom.

“Do it.” You dare. “I want to see you pull that trigger. I want to see you hurt your own daughter with Kryptonite.”

“I don’t want to do this, baby.” Lena assures you, taking a small step towards you. “I promise you, I’ll figure out what’s going on with you. You just have to come with me.”

“You’ve always known, haven’t you?” You lock eyes with watery green eyes behind the gun. “You’ve always known someday the Luthor genes would shine through. Because no matter how good the Super gene is, the Luthor one is worse. So, so bad. Rotten to the core. You’ve always known I wouldn’t be able to resist.”

“I’ve told you before. We are not Luthors. We are Luthor-Danvers, and that means something. Please, stand down. Let me look at you.”

“Tell me to stand down one more time and I’ll throw-” You look at one guy on your left and point at him. “That guy into space.”

“Baby.” It’s Lena’s last try, you can see it in her face. You can see the way her finger presses lightly at the trigger. You also hear how that makes everyone else do the exact same movement.

“I’m not going to run away. But I won’t surrender, either.” You defy her. “If you want me to go with you, then you have to do it. You have to pull the trigger and you have to live with the guilt all your life.”

“I’m sorry it has come to this, baby.” But her face doesn’t hold much sentiment, nor does she lower her weapon. “But you know I have to do this. You can’t go on pulling stunts like this. You can’t keep thinking there are no consequences to your actions.”

“You are not sorry.” You smirk. “Don’t try to play me for a fool, Lena.” It’s the way her name leaves your mouth that makes her flinch. “I know you’re dying to pull that trigger and be the one who tamed a Kryptonian once again. It’s what all Luthors want in the end.”

She pulls the trigger, making you fall on the floor in pain, after a blast of kryptonite hits your chest.

“You should be so satisfied now.” You whimper. Kryptonite filling your body. “You’ve used kryptonite on your wife, and now on your daughter. It’s a full circle, isn’t it?” You spit out your words.

Lena puts you in handcuffs that strip you off of your powers, and strokes your cheeks gently. Eyes full of tears and instant regret.

“I’m bringing you back, my baby. I promise you.” She whispers delicately, like she’s not even talking to you anymore, but maybe to the memory she has of you.

But the two agents that come from behind you don’t pick you up delicately. In fact, they seem very pissed at you, and you’re shoved into the back of a van where Alex is.

“Aunt Alex.” You start with your bitchy tone and Alex breathes deep.

“Listen kiddo, I’m not in the mood.” She shakes her head, upset. “You just caused us millions of dollars in damages, Kara is a wreck, and don’t even get me started on Lena.” Alex raises her eyes from her tablet. “I know you’re not yourself, that’s why I don’t give a fuck about this. You start talking? That gag goes in your mouth in a second. Don’t think you can play me like you did with your moms.”

“I think the story would be really different if Lena hadn’t cuffed me and stripped me off of my powers.” You raise an eyebrow, not breaking eye contact. “You’re scared of me too.”

“Have you looked at yourself in the mirror?” Alex smiles unbothered. “I’ve dealt with things much worse, and much scarier than you and your babyface.” She grabs the gag and looks at you. “Now shut it, or I’ll make you.”

You decide to shut up. Your quarrel isn’t with Alex and the last thing you want it’s to be shut up. The best course of action is going willingly, and working something up in the DEO, because you know for sure there is where they’re taking you.

It’s Alex who shoves you inside of a cell, when you get there. Locks the glass door, and turns on some red sun lamps. You bite your mouth at the idea of it. They are very scared of you; they keep finding ways to strip you off of your powers.

It takes a few minutes until you hear talking on the other side of the glass. You can’t see them, or hear them well enough, but there’s one voice that stands out. You bitch grin to yourself.

Let’s play, momma.

"Mommy” You use your best and sweetest voice. Kara comes closer to the glass cell, and you stare at her from the other side. You want to destroy this place brick by brick until there’s nothing left, but you know if you’re aggressive about it, they won’t let you out. “Please, let me out. Can you open the door, please?"

"Kid, I'm sorry but we have to understand what's-" Kara starts, but you interrupt her.

"I'm begging you, please, please mommy." You drop on your knees. Tears falling from your eyes, and that act allures a crowd. Lena and Alex soon join Kara on the other side.

"Baby, I'm sorry." Kara gasps, and you watch Lena’s hand squeezing her shoulder reassuring. “You know I want to-”

"You said you would protect me. This isn't protection.” Your tears stop falling, you’re angry again. The act isn’t working. You clench your fist, using all the strength you have, trying to focus so the anger doesn’t consume you. You feel the palms of your hands burning, with nails digging into your flesh. “Please, this isn’t fair. Mom, please, do something.”

"I swear this is for your own good." Lena takes a deep breath, not buying into what you’re saying. Great. You’re done faking either way.

“FUCK YOU! LET ME OUT OF THIS CELL!” You bang on the cell, screaming as loud as you can. You see your blood leaving hand-shaped marks on the glass. Your scream is loud, but the banging is louder.

“Baby, please, you have to calm down.” You hear Kara’s voice trying to sooth you. It gets you angrier.

"FUCK YOU TOO! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT NOW!" They look at the blood splashed onto the glass. Your face is burning red, and Kara flinches at the sight of you. Lena doesn't, so you know your best shot is with your momma. "Kara, I swear if you don't open this cell right now, I will hate you until the day I die."

“That’s enough.” You hear Alex’s voice and the glass turns black. You can’t see them on the outside, and you know they can’t see inside either. You can’t hear their voices, so you suspect they’re not listening to your unrelenting yell anymore.

Fuck. You need a new escape plan.

[pillow-anime-talk]

genshin month ; twenty-fifth day.

synopsis: Your boyfriend was by far the nicest man in the whole world, but at times it made that you had a small but jealous thoughts and a strange burden on your fragile heart.

# tags: scenario; current relationship; mild romance; a bit od drama/angst; fluff; xingqiu is a little ooc?; sfw

includes: female reader ft. xingqiu {genshin impact}

author’s note: aaaa, i like this one so, so much! 

You bit your lip almost to the blood when you noticed your beloved boyfriend and the unknown white-haired girl standing next to the fountain, who, smiling, showed to the seventeen-year-old something on the city map and from time to time touched his upper body parts, asking for more, sometimes stupid and logical things.

You fell in love with Xingqiu for a simple reason – he was a charming man with a big heart and your relation began with the fact that on a one, random and rainy day he came up to you and next invited you under his huge, light purple umbrella. So you have known each other for over two years, and the teen has never raised his voice to you, never refused to help or hug you, never ignored your words, never chose someone over you. He was always there to cover your shoulders with a thick coat, to give you a short kiss, to invite you to dinner, or to buy you something warm to drink. And it was really marvelous; you fell in love with him again and again every single day.

Nevertheless, his good personality was also a loss for him and for you, because he was nice not only to your person or his loved ones, but also to strangers; to adults, to boys, to children, and to other girls as well. At one point in your relationship, you felt that you could lose him if he was still so cute with women who you thought were prettier, smarter, funnier, more gorgeous and who liked the same things he did. Your own tiny heart was bleeding when you saw Xingqiu help a female teen reach for a book, when he walked the girls home because of the late hour, or when he smiled the most beautifully in the world as a ‘Thank you’ for something.

Naturally, you trusted the boy, but you definitely couldn’t trust the girls who were infatuated with him.

“... U-Ummm... Xingqiu? Hey?” Finally, you came close enough to speak softly and get all the attention of the young man. As soon as he noticed you, blue-haired smiled charmingly and apologized to the fair-eyed girl standing next to him, telling her one last time that the cafe she was talking about was in the next street.

Of course, the young woman snorted under her breath at the sight of you, and then fastly walked away, leaving you with not a small disgust in your own, shiny eyes.

“Hello, darling.” He gave you another slight smile, and you nodded in response. “Where do you want to go today?”

“... I was thinking about going somewhere quiet. I brought two books with me and I was wondering if you would just like to read with me. I also have some tea and sandwiches.” You answered, looking at the basket full of snacks.

“It will definitely be a lovely date. Let’s go, dear.”

On the way to the place you chose very often for your dates, you met a few people who, seeing Xingqiu, approached you two to ask him about out of context things. Of course, they were girls about your age; each of them was magnificent and funny, and even brave, due to the fact that they weren’t afraid to touch his arms or shoulders. As always, they asked for his health, about the shops in Liyue, and even if he would want to drink tea with them now; literally none of them paid any attention to you. At the sound of their suggestions and questions your mood deteriorated even more, so you quietly withdrew and headed towards the house to read your borrowed books and eat sandwiches with cream cheese, chives and fresh cucumber.

Of course, your partner noticed very quickly that you weren’t by his side, so this time, without saying ‘Goodbye’, he ran forward. The teenager was well aware of where you went, so finding your disappointed person halfway to the cottage wasn’t a problem for the young knight. He hugged you lightly from behind, and you sniffled, slowly turning to face him.

“No, no. Don’t cry, please.” He whispered as he wiped the hot tears from your cheeks with his thumbs, and you just sobbed louder. It was the first time you cried in front of him because of negative feelings. “Y/N...”

“You are so good and so many people like you... I’m just afraid that someone will take you far away from me one day, Xingqiu. I can’t take this thought anymore. I just c-can’t.” You grunted grimly, and the male raised his hand, stroking your head. You’ve always cherished this way of showing his feelings.

“Nobody is going to take me from you because I would never let it. You’re the one with whom I bind my future, you know it perfectly well. In addition, you are the woman I love sincerely and indescribably.”

“I know, but... you’re too submissive, ‘Qiu... I trust you, but what if someone offers you something harmful and you don’t refuse this person because you won’t be able to? I don’t want it, I really don’t want it.”

The slow patting of your head stopped, and instead you felt a warm peck in the center of your hot forehead. The golden-eyed man smiled at you, then patted your head again, adjusting your soft hair and the collar of the delicate dress in the process.

“Sorry about that, sweetheart. I know you may have felt bad, but I wasn’t consciously doing it. I promise to be more assertive... Now come here.” He suddenly opened his arms and you snuggled into his body, feeling unimaginable relief and a feeling of bliss in your heart. “By the way, I also wanted to add that no girl is as wonderful as you, and I have never met someone who loves books as much as I do, so I believe that there is no better person in the world than you... Even if they put the princess of all Teyvat in front of me, I would still choose you because you are one of a kind.”

“S-Stupid... Can we just... finish our date at my house?”

“I would be honored.” Another sweet kiss landed on your face, and your boyfriend’s gentle hand didn’t disappear from your head until you both entered your home and sat down in your bedroom, starting a long reading session.

Of course, Xingqiu kept his promise the very next day, smirking at anyone who wanted to interfere with your date; he would answer each sentence very quickly and with amusement visible on his face, saying a short ‘Hmm, I’m not sure... but maybe my beloved GIRLFRIEND will answer that question, huh?’.

previous day ; ningguang and beidou ♡ next day ; tartaglia

[kanene-yaaay]

Sentence Starters - Part 1

I decided to gather all my Sentence Starters in a post. This is the first round! 

Thankys for all the awesome askys and lovely words. It was very fun to rite all of this!

[~.~]

[Is that a smile?]

"Wait, wait," Kaminari stopped the study session, gathering everyone's attention as he got up from his chair, hands resting on the tabletop as he inclined himself on Iida's direction, a grin on his face, "is that a smile?"

Iida immediately blushed, the smile disappearing as he brought his attention back to the notebook in front of him. "No. It was not and I-I apologize for the distraction."

"No, no, wait, dude! Make it come back! Oh, the pain of the seriousness descend upon us again." The blonde cried in faux despair, Kirishima at his side picking up the opportunity of having a break after hours of studying, his eyes flying to the TV's screen behind them.

His eyes sparkled as he saw the characters having a tickle fight on it.

"Bro," he felt a true smirk blossoming on his face, looking his gaze with Kaminari, only to see the same playfulness mirrored at him. "Don't tell me that-"

"AS I WAS SAYING!" Iida immediately cut his sentence, wobbly lips and loud gestures, his gaze flying just about everywhere. "I just remembered I have a very informative and rich book about this topic in my room!" He got up, titters already bubbling on his throat when he noticed his friends following his movements.

He took a few steps away. "I will get it and be back shortly!" Iida adjusted his glasses, strict pose. They wiggled his fingers.

"Don't worry! We will help you."

"Yeah, bro! It wouldn't be very mainly of us to not offer a hand after all the help you gave us, right?"

"Oh," Iida reasoned, "I see."

And then he dashed away.

He managed to just have a few steps before two arms hugged him from behind in a firm, yet gently, grip. The blue haired-boy will forever deny the true squeal that escaped from his lips at this moment, or the barely contained giggles as Kaminari appeared in front of him, fingers clawing the air next to his ribs.

"Now, let's see that dazing smile, shall we?"

[~.~]

[Awww, you’re just a big, strong, giggly bear!]

"Awww, you're just a big, strong, giggly bear!"

Yagi almost could feel the smirk, just as much as he could feel the heat completely taking over his face, smile going from an ear to another, snorts and fast giggles pouring from his lips.

"Am nOT!" His voice failed when Hizashi found a very tickly-ticklish spot right on his upper rib, prodding and poking there, "Nonono nohohoho, wait! Not thehehehere!" his other hand scribbled lightly on his neck, not helping in any way his actual, rather silly, state. "I am!! I ahahaham!"

Now was Hizashi's turn to laugh, taken back with how quickly the number one hero gave up with just a few gently tickles. "Quick like that? Come one, little listener! Where is your resolve? Your determination! You fire!!"

Yagi just shook his head, a squeak running from his mouth. "Plehehehehease!"

"Well, well," Hizashi made a big show of thinking, giving Toshinori some time to take a few breathes, "if you really want me to stop you already know what to say!" And, in a few seconds, he was back at his 'attack', scratching his nails on the other's side, snickering as his friend wiggled on the place.

"No! Anyhihihihi- Anything but thahahahahat!"

"I am waiting. ~"

"Okay! Okay!!! Plehehehehease!" Yamada hummed, slowing his tickles to a finger going up and down Yagi's torso, keeping giggles, yelps and titters filling the air. "I-I ahaham an ahahahamazing friend and peheheherson and - oh gohohohod, no pokes! - and Ihihihi deservehehee nice thihihihihings!"

"You sure do!" Hizashi stopped his attack, blinding smile. "Your giggly bear."

[~.~]

[ I promisse I am doing my best!]

"I promise I am doing my best!" Midoriya half grunted, half protested, pulling the capture's weapon from his friend and only managing to trap him further on it.

"I can see." Shinsou deadpanned, doing his best to not smirk with the other's slight pout in his direction. He laid his head on the tree behind him, closing his eyes, already accepting his fate to hear Aizawa's complaints of him being reckless for doing extra training with a new move and no supervision. "I am going to die here. Give everything I have to my cats, except for the Eraserhead's autograph, that will be buried with me."

That time he failed to control his smile when the fanboy gasped. "YOU HAVE AN ERASERHEAD AUTOGRAPH?"

"Yep."

"Shinsou. I need to see it. Now."

"I can't man, I am stuck." And in a flash all Midoriya's efforts where redoubled. "You're really such a fanboy."

"It's an autograph from Eraserhead!!! You know how much rare this is?" He cried (not literally) in response. "Can you try to at least help me?"

Shinsou opened one eye, lazily, the excited gaze staring him back almost made him feel bad about his next words.

Almost.

"Nah, I am going to take a nap."

"WHAT. Shinsou!"

Shinsou didn't answered, keeping his eyes closed.

"Shinsou."

That was, until he felt a squeeze on his hips, a surprised squeal flying from his mouth, eyes flying open.

Midoriya was smiling, eyes gleaming.

"Midoriya." Another couple of squeezes, his body squirmed from a side to other, a wobbly smile starting to take form on his face. "Midohohoriya, don't you da- NO! You suhuhuhuck!"

"Don't worry, Shinsou! With both of us giving our best you will be free in no time! Plus ultra!!"

[~.~]

[Shhh! you gotta be quiet!]

"Shhhh," Sero chastised with no heat on it, trying with all his soul to not laugh out loud with the mess of giggles and half-French sentences that was Aoyama. "You gotta be quiet! You don't want Aizawa-sensei finding us wake at this hour, right?"

The other just shrieked on his shoulder, hugging him tighter as Sero concentrated his tickly efforts on the back of his ribs, poking his way to the spine and coming back to re-start the cycle.

"Çahahah chatouille! So muhuhuhuch!"

"Sorry, man, I literally understood nothing you just said."

"Mehehehercy! Sero, mercyhihihihi"

"I know that one!" Sero beamed at the change to tease more his friend, happy in see the previous bad mood from the blonde's nightmare disappearing at each snicker. "Merci is 'thank you'. Awwww, you're welcome man! You know I am always here, even if it is to tickle-tickle-tickle all your sadness away!"

Aoyama yelped at the silliness, attempting to concentrate, words and languages losing meaning on his mind. He still tried, nevertheless.

"Tickles!!!! It tihihihihickles!" The black haired boy changes his technique to scribble all over Aoyama's neck, fishing a couple of squeaky giggles. "Non, Sero, non!"

"Yes! Tickles! It's such a cute word, right?" Sero ignored his friend's denying, especially as his words were accompanied by the other melting more on the hug, arms never pushing him away. "And it has a nice ring on it. Like, tickle tickle tickle tickle tickly ticklish tickles. ~"

Giggles and snickers cut the night, filling their hearts and smiles with warmth and joy, and, at this moment, that was all that mattered.

[~.~]

[ "You can't be serious about this." ]

"You can't be serious about this."

"Well, you dipshit, I clearly am! Let me fucking go, now!" For the fifth time, Bakugou struggled - not enough to really escape, but both decided to be quiet about this detail - on Todoroki's hold that pinned him on the floor of his room. Colored eyes stared him back, blinking a few times, curious.

"WHAT." He questioned, ignoring the slight heat to dust his cheeks.

"So, you're not ticklish?"

"Of fucking course I am not. I am not weak like you extras!"

Todoroki hummed and poked his stomach. "I don't think it's a weakness." He watches with analyzing eyes the way the other squirmed and his lips were pressed firmly, looking for any real discomfort but receiving only a 'tsk' on his way. Huh. Adorable.

Poke. Poke. Poke. A quick scribble. Prodding. Prodding. Prodding.

"And this looks like it's affecting you."

"That is because - tch, stop that damn pohoking! - you keep touching me, you half and half creep!"

"No, I think it's because you're awfully ticklish." He wormed his hand to the blonde's armpit, scratching there and freeing a tiny smile for the way his friend's chest shook with trapped laughter. "I am ticklish too."

Bakugou's eyes gleamed with a dangerous light. "I am getting you back!"

Todoroki hummed, nodding and letting go of Bakugou's hands, immediately attacking the boy's armpits with a vigor that resulted in a mix of crackles and loud laughter.

"Okay," he dodged from Katsuki's hands, which flied on his direction, trying to tickle any available ticklish spot they could find. "I won't let you succeed, then."

[~.~]

[ Theeeere we go! There’s my happy girl/boy! ]

"Theeeere we go! There's my happy girl!" Eri squealed in response, squirming, wiggling and thrashing in an attempt to escape the nimbly fingers scribbling on her armpits, her legs kicking just about everywhere. "That is right! Hear those awesome laughter! Oh, is there a song more melodious than that? I don't think so."

"Paaaapaaa!!" The younger girl protested, "don't behehe mehehehean!"

"Sorry, sweetie, but there is no Papa here!" Hizashi stopped the tickling in order to hold the girl in the air, his 'malefic' grin losing for a second its evilness to show a genuine smile as Eri giggled harder. "I am now the Tickle Monster and I love to tickle sweet little girls just like you! Mwuahahaha!"

"Dahahahahad!" And in less then a second Eri was captured by Aizawa, who held her in a hug, blowing raspberries on her neck. "No! No!" She shrieked in delight "No more tickle monstehehers! Nahaha!"

"You smile is beautiful and don't let anyone say you otherwise." He mumbled, giving her a final, loud raspberry before meeting her eyes. Eri nodded, reminiscent giggles and squeaks still escaping from her mouth, especially when Yamada decided to crush both in a bear hug.

[~.~]

[ “Come on bro-you needed this.” ]

"Come on, bro," Kirishima tried to not laughter out loud as Bakugou turned at him, flames on his eyes as the bucket - previously full of water - fell from his now wet hair. "You needed this."

Bakugou tensed his legs, arms spreaded, ready to attack.

"I was just, ya know, helping you to cool down."

"I WILL SHOW YOU THE DAMN COOL DOWN, YOU SHITTY HAIR."

Kirishima even tried to dodge and run, however it didn't take more than a minute to find himself laid on the floor, Katsuki pinning his arms under his knees, hands kneading his thighs with vigor enough for him to immediately fell in belly laughter, not that Ejirou would try to hold his reactions, anyway.

"Come on duhuhuhude! Takin- ah, not that! - Tahahahaking revenge! That is sohohoho unmanly!!! Hehehehehehe!"

"MAYBE YOU SHOULD HAVE THOUGHT ABOUT IT BEFORE DUMPING A FUCKING BUCKET ON ME!" Bakugou retorted, with no real harm, hands switching between tickling the thighs and squeezing the calves, eyes attentive in finding the best spots so he could focus there, snorts freely following his actions. "Stupid rock and his stupid puns. I am going to kill that fucking chicken when I see him again."

"Bu-buhuhuhut, bro! Didn't you know that revenge is-"

"Don't you dare!" The blonde attacked his sides, scratching and prodding there, all his efforts concentrated in not letting the other's next words come out. "Don't you fucking dare if you know what is better for you, you shitty hair!!"

Kirishima struggled, crackles flying from the gigantic smile plastered on his face, a playful glint on his eyes showing how much fun he was having with that. He did his best to take a deep breath.

"Don't." His explosive friend warned.

"Dihihidn't you know that revenge is better served cold- nO NO BAHAHAHAHAHAKUGOU! I'M SAHAHAHAHARRY!!"

[~.~]

[Did...did we just break Todoroki?]

"Did..." Midoriya gulped, staring at the teenager still laid on the floor, back turned to them making it impossible to see his previous red face, with a big, full grin stretched on it. He had been like that for the past three minutes. "Did we just break Todoroki?"

Iida peaked from his hiding spot behind the couch, had been dragged there after Midoriya thought the other would be quick and merciless on his revenge. "I don't think so, Midoriya. Maybe he is just resting in order to recover his energies!"

Izuku nodded, hand holding his chin as he frowned in a thoughtful face.

'Or he is planning a sneak attack.' His brain provided and the one with green curls found himself staring at Iida, who still faced their other friend innocently. An evil idea lighted his mind, not even slightly heroic but...

He felt the sudden urge to giggle, the mental image of the serious, taller boy laughing and having fun too much appealing for him to stop his next words. "You should go check him."

"Me?? Why? Don't you think he will ti-" a lightly blush painted Iida's cheeks and he stumbled a bit on his words, adjusting his glasses as distraction, "I mean, attack me?"

'Oh, absolutely.' His mind provided, making it even more difficult to keep his straight face.

"No. And if anything happens you're the quickest one here!" Midoriya beamed, adding when the teen didn't seemed convinced. "And I think he actually fell asleep."

"On the floor?!" Iida was up in an instant, walking on Todoroki's direction. "That is unacceptable! He can suffer from an awful back and neck pain from being on this position for too loONG!"

His last words were broke by a shriek as his legs slipped on the patch of ice created under his feet, making him lose his balance enough for Todoroki to jump and lock an arm around him, digging his fingers on his armpit.

"Boo."

A wall of ice surged in front of Izuku, making him 'eep', Iida's laughter and incoherent babbling filling the air as Shoto clawed his stomach, eyes staring deep into Midoriya's soul when the boy turned to look at him, a playful small smirk plastered on his expression.

"You," the one with green hair felt a shiver run down his spine, a wobbly, excited smile taking over his features "are next."

[~.~]

[ It’s been a while since we’ve done this.]

"It's been a while since we've done this." Her words came out in between reminiscent giggles, the ghost feeling of fingers from their tickle fight still gazing at her skin, the night breeze being enough to lead to a few small yelps before her laughing began to finally die. "I almost forgot how adorably tickle you both are!" She took total advantage of the fact she was laid in the middle of them to distribute a couple of playful pokes.

"Mehe too!" Mirio smiled, bright and happy, pushing her hand away only for her to lightly push him back and both be captured in a roughhousing, his attention being deviated when Tamaki turned to the other side, curling in a ball, silent giggles shaking his body still. "Hey, Amajiki, how didn't you tell me your calves were ticklish?!"

A flustered squeak flew from the shy boy, who needed a few seconds of silence before being able to answer.

"I didn't knew about it too..."

"Aw man! So many tickle fights I could've won!"

"You're welcome! Now, because of my brillant discovering we can enjoy plenty of snorts from our cute Suneater here!" Nejire winked, sneaking a pinch on the blonde's cheek, who retailed with a quick squeeze on her side, both snickering at Amajiki's whine. "Wait, you used to lost the tickle fights?"

"Yeah!!" Togata rolled to pull his childhood friend on a side hug, letting him hide his red face on his neck. "Amajiki has the best sneaky tickly attacks! I never saw it coming before it was too late!" They chuckled. "The best sneaky attacks and the best sq-"

His sentence was stopped by a crackle as two fingers tased his ribs and made him jump away from the other.

"I-" Tamaki gulped, keeping the determined look firm on his face, even as he felt his cheeks burning again as his two friends turned at him with surprised smiles. "I am g-going to ti-tickle you. A-again."

Mirio blew a raspberry at him, Nejire full laughing in the background. "Your neck is almost as bad as his calves, though."

Suddenly her voice was extremely close and Mirio turned around in the exact moment her index finger was almost touching the said spot. "Hey! Don't!"

"Your face!!" She only laughed harder. "Remember... Remember on our first year when I sat behind you?"

"Yes," now was his time to laugh, the memories of high pitched squeaks when the girl would randomly scribble her pencil on his neck flooding their mind. "Mic sensei praised my 'high note', that one time!"

"I think Aizawa sensei almost expelled you both because of those." Tamaki added, in a small - but deeply fond and amused - tone.

"I couldn't help it! You jumped every single time." She protested, too much distracted to notice Togata getting closer, a playful smirk on his face. "It was so cute!"

"I bet it wasn't cute than this!"

"Nono! Mirio!! Nohohohot agahahain!"

Tamaki only smiled, the sound of teases and laughter making a warm feeling take over his chest.

They never said the exact words but it was very clear by the smiles, the memories, the care in every act.

They would be forever happy for the friendship they had.

[littlesniggy]

Mistress

Anon: Hiiiii hope ur day is doing great. 🥰🥰🥰🥰

I was wondering if I could get Coby with DOM fem s/o like she is teasing him a lot during their heated session. Like she asks him to take off her bra but he being to shy to do it.

Hope ur day goes well from here on out 💟

I might've gotten carried away a little bit with the DOM part but I hope you like it nevertheless. I get to like writing for Coby more and more so yeah....especially shy/Sub Coby.

Warning: 18+, smut, nsfw, DOM/sub, sub! Coby, DOM reader

Word count: 1.7k

“C’mon, Coby. You can do better.” An innocent remark, in another context probably seen as encouragement but on your tongue like an insult to the pink haired male. He winced under your soft hand caressing his cheek and he got down again, his tongue gliding over your wet slit, coating your pussy in addition with his saliva. His hands were tied behind his back, a silky blindfold covering his eyes. His dick was rock hard, pressing against his lower abdomen, pre-cum wetting his stomach.

You had to admit, he looked irresistible and you wanted nothing more than to sink on his dick and fuck yourself senseless on it but he had to earn it first. You let out an approving moan, seeing his dick twitch at the sound. “That’s way better, Coby.” You praised, hand moving to the back of his head and pushing him even closer to your core, his nose pressing against your clit.

Coby’s tongue moved in and out of you, exploring your most private part, and licking up your juice. You closed your eyes, enjoying his ministration; his hot breath against your wet core, his small moans in-between, and the rocking of his hips from time to time, trying to find some friction which you denied him. He seemed to enjoy himself nevertheless.

“Do you want me to touch you?” your voice was alluring but Coby knew better than to simply say yes; you had trained him better after all. He lifted his head, lips wet, his tongue licking them to swallow the rest of your juice. “If it is not a hassle to you, Mistress.” He answered. He looked like a small puppy hoping for a treat and who were you to deny it to him? But like all good puppies did he have to earn it first.

“Do you think you deserve to be touched?” It was a trick question and no matter what he said you wouldn’t give him what he wanted – what he needed. “Haven’t I been a good boy, Mistress?” You shuddered every time he called you mistress. It made you wet instantly. You leaned forward, the chair making a small creak as you moved, your elbows supporting yourself on your knees, looking down at him. Your breasts were inches away from his face and you knew he could feel their presence since his dick twitched once again. Like a puppy he was kneeling in front of you, legs slightly spread for you to see all of him.

“Coby, Coby, Coby.” You started, a hand running through his pink strands, pushing them out of his face. “Do you remember why you are in this predicament in the first place?” you asked him and he lowered his head in shame. “Yes, Mistress.” He answered quietly. “So, you can answer the question yourself if you’ve been a good boy, can’t you?” “Yes…” his voice got even softer. You grabbed his hair hard and pulled his head back, revealing his throat to you. He moaned at you action, hips rocking forward in dire need for friction. Your face came closer, your noses almost touching. “Then how can you ask if you’ve been a good boy, Coby? I don’t like it if you ask pointless questions.” You hissed, letting go of his hair.

Coby panted heavily, head hanging low and trying to find some composure again. You leaned back in your chair again, lifting one leg and draping it over the armrest. “Keep going, Coby.” You demanded. Instantly, his head moved back forward, finding your core a little bit clumsily. His lips moved around your clit, sucking on it or circling his tongue around it. You moaned shamelessly, rocking your hips against his face.

Slowly, you felt your orgasm creep closer and as much as you wanted to ride it out on his tongue and leave him hanging (or in his case standing) a part of you felt pity for him, so you decided against it. Suddenly, you pushed him away and got up, walking past him towards the bed. Coby turned his head in the direction of your footsteps but stayed where he was. “Come here.” You ordered. Coby got up awkwardly but managed eventually, his body a little hunched over as he walked towards your voice. Your eyes moved over his body and you couldn’t help but lick your lips at the sight of his dripping dick.

“Stop.” He obliged and stood still in front of you. For a moment, there was only the sound of his heavy breathing and he squirmed under your breath. Your hand moved forward and without a warning let your flat palm glide over his shaft. He jerked towards your touch and moaned deeply, making you bite your lips at the sound. Your hand wrapped around his member and moved up and down painfully slow. Coby had difficulties holding back the jerking of his hips but he couldn’t always suppress it. “You know what happens of you move, don’t you?” you asked, stopping your movements. “Y-yes, Mistress.” He stuttered. A small smile crossed your lips and you started moving your hand again, feeling the hot meat under your touch and the sticky pre-cum you used as lube.

Coby moaned shyly. It seemed like he was desperately trying to focus his attention on something else in order not to cum yet. “M-Mistress….please…” he panted, body trembling a little. “Please what?” you asked, twisting your hand and squeezing slightly, making him moan out loud. “P-please…stop teasing me….” He pleaded. You stayed silent but kept moving your hand, enjoying how he slowly but surely crumbled under your touch.

“Alright.” You saw how a burdens seemed to fall off his shoulders when you let go of his dick, a small string of pre-cum connecting his dick with your hand. “I want you to take off the rest of my clothes.” You told him and he seemed confused when you didn’t untie him. “W-will you untie my hands, Mistress?” he asked carefully and you chuckled. “Use your mouth.” You suggested and he turned beet red. “M-my mouth?” “Why so shy, all of a sudden? You were just eating me out with those soft lips. So, this shouldn’t be a problem, right?” Coby bit his lip, his face even redder than before, if that was even possible.

You watched him come closer, his mouth searching for you. They first found your collarbone and you closed your eyes when he started leaving soft kisses on his way down. You were wearing a tight T-Shirt and you knew he probably wouldn’t be able to take it off you but you wanted to see him try. His mouth wandered over your collarbone, reached the collar of your T-Shirt and moved down your breasts until he reached the hem of your T-Shirt. After a few attempts did he finally catch the fabric between his teeth and pulled it up but always failed when he attempted to move it over your breasts, forcing him to start all over again.

You saw him getting frustrated and more and more flustered. “M-Mistress….I-I need help.” He admitted. The smile on your face widened and gracious as you were did you help him take off your T-Shirt. You threw it to the floor and waited for him to continue. “Thank you, Mistress.” He said before kissing his way back up again, leaving a wet trail until he reached your bra. Your breasts were pressing against his face when he squeezed between your tits, his tongue and teeth looking for the clasp he knew was in the front.

You closed your eyes relishing, small moans leaving your mouth. His dick was rubbing against your thigh, leaving another wet and sticky trail, this time made of pre-cum instead of saliva. “Coby, stop it!” you were quick to reprimand him and like a good dog he stopped. He seemed to have found the clasp though since your bra sprung open and exposed your breasts. Coby moaned and buried his face between the soft tits. You let him do as he pleased since it felt really good; his lips found your nipple, sucking on it and making your back arch against his touch. He soon moved to the other one, biting down a little, earning himself a slap on the head. “I didn’t say you were allowed to do this.”

“I’m sorry, Mistress.”

“I will forgive you; lay down on the bed, Coby.” Without another word he obliged and crawled onto the huge bed, laying on his back, hands awkwardly behind his back. He looked so good, it made your pussy clench in anticipation. Slowly, you climbed on top of him, your entrance moving over the tip of his dick, making him moan but this time he didn’t rock his hips up; he knew you would torture him even more. “Good boy.” You praised him and let yourself sink on his dick slowly. Coby moaned out loud and as anticipated couldn’t hold himself back, thrusting up into you, making you moan in response.

To your surprise you felt him tremble underneath you, then he curled up, a strained moan escaping his lips and something hot filled you from the inside. You were stunned, to say the least. Did he just cum? Just to confirm you lifted your hips until he moved out, white liquid slowly dripping out your core and still pumping out the small slit in his dick, running down the shaft and on his stomach.

“I-I’m sorry! I couldn’t hold back! It was too much for me, Mistress!” he apologized and you couldn’t help but giggle. He looked panicked, couldn’t see you. You leaned down, your lips meeting his in a soft kiss. “You’re too cute, Coby.” You said in a soft voice. You probably went a little bit over board with your teasing. You would try to remember it for the next time. He relaxed under you, his chest heaving, trying to come down from his orgasm. “But you’re aware that I’m not done yet, right? Let’s give you some time and try again. After all, you can’t leave a lady unsatisfied, can you?”

[flameo-firelord-hotman]

Flames & Feelings — Zuko x GN!Reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

Words: 1.6k

Summary: Zuko struggles to control his firebending whenever you’re around.

A/N: the idea for this came from the very first episode of ATLA, when Katara's frustration at Sokka caused the ice around her to crack. Emotions play a part in bending, but we really only saw anger in the show. What about love? Also, apologies in advance, I am so bad at figuring out how to end my fics 😅

Masterlist

Skich. Skich. Skich.

After finding those spark rocks in the market, Sokka insisted that he use them to start the campfire. Unfortunately, he was having no luck. He scraped and scratched them together, but the sparks they produced were pathetic.

Zuko sighed and dropped his head. Watching the non-bender try to do something that he could do instantly was aggravating. “Sokka, just let me—”

“No, no, I can do this!”

Everyone let out a groan.

“What’s all the fuss?” You asked, walking over to the group.

Skich. Fwoom!

“See, I told you guys I could do it! Now look who’s the firebender,” Sokka said proudly. Indeed, small flames had erupted from the wood pile.

“It’s about time! I can finally start cooking dinner,” Katara grumbled, not holding back her frustration. “Somebody hide those spark rocks from him, so he doesn’t do this again!”

“No! I bought them, they’re mine!” Sokka cried as he clutched the rocks to his chest. You giggled and shook your head at them, taking a seat next to Zuko.

As the water tribe siblings continued to bicker, Zuko tried to relax himself. That fire wasn’t started by Sokka; it was him. Whenever you were around, he seemed to lose control of his firebending.

He couldn’t help it; he really liked you. You were kind, funny, smart, strong, beautiful, and the list went on. Being with you made him excited. It also made him nervous.

What if [y/n] doesn’t like me back?

Zuko was all too familiar with rejection—his father banished him, his mother abandoned him, his sister hated him, and he was sure his uncle did too—but still, he was deeply afraid of it. At 16 years old, he finally started to make real friends. There was absolutely no way Zuko would risk ruining the friendship he so treasured with you.

And so, he kept his crush a secret...

...but his firebending did not.

Zuko didn’t know how long this problem had persisted for, but it had to have been a while. The first time he noticed it was when you stopped by to watch him practice firebending. Feeling pressured to impress you, he lost control of his flames and almost lit a nearby bush on fire.

Another time, Zuko was meditating in his tent. He always lit candles when doing so to help him focus. Hearing that sweet, bubbly laughter of yours outside made his heart skip a beat, causing the thin flames to rapidly grow taller. Fortunately, he caught them in time before his tent set on fire.

And now, just sitting next to you at the campfire made him anxious, which caused the flames to reach a little higher, making him more anxious, which made the issue worse. It was like he was trapped in a continuous cycle of anxiety. The only thing we could do was slow his breathing, steady his heart rate and calm his mind, while hoping no one would notice.

“Zuko?...Zuuuuko?”

“Huh?” Zuko snapped out of his thoughts.

You furrowed your eyebrows. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Okay...well I was just asking you how your day was.”

“Oh. Uh, also fine.”

As much as he wanted to talk to you, Zuko knew he couldn’t. Talking would make his situation worse. So he gave you short responses and hoped you would get the hint. However, that only made you worried about him.

“Are you sure you’re okay? You seem, I don’t know, distant lately,” you said with concern.

“Yeah, just fine,” he gave you a smile. It was suspiciously fake.

You huffed. You knew something was up—it was so obvious—and it was frustrating that Zuko wouldn’t admit it. For now, you let it go. It was time to eat dinner anyway.

After a nice, hearty meal of soup, it was time to go to sleep. The sun had set long ago. Story telling, jokes and witty banter had been replaced by mather nature’s ambiance; crickets chirped and the campfire crackled. Everyone was tired.

Aang yawned, “I think it’s time to sleep.”

“Agreed. Last one to bed, don’t forget to put out the fire!” Sokka said as he got up to leave.

One by one, the Gaang members said their “good nights” and withdrew to their tents. Then, it was just you and Zuko.

“We should get to bed too. I’ll put out the fire.” He stood to leave, but you grabbed his sleeve.

“Wait. Can we talk for a second?”

Oh no. The fire grew a little. What does [y/n] want to talk about? Do they know I like them? Do they know I can’t control my firebending? Or is it something else? Are they mad at me?

Zuko hesitantly sat back down. “Uh, sure. What’s up?”

You turned to face him. “Can you please tell me what’s wrong?” You asked sincerely. Now that everyone else was gone, maybe Zuko would feel more open to talk about it.

Unfortunately for him, that wasn’t the case. Zuko couldn’t find the courage to tell you about his feelings. Instead, he racked his mind, trying to find a way out of this conversation without being too weird. Meanwhile, the flames of the campfire flicked and danced wildly.

“I-I don’t know,” he replied bashfully.

You furrowed your eyebrows. “What do you mean you don’t know?”

“I, uh, can’t tell you,” he stammered.

“What? Why?”

The campfire cracked and popped loudly. Not only was it becoming bigger, it was becoming hotter too. Zuko bit his lip trying to think of a good response. He had never been this nervous before.

“Because, umm,” he trailed off.

You leaned forward slightly, raising an eyebrow. “Because...?”

Now you noticed yourself feeling much warmer than before. Something big and bright caught the corner of your eye. When you turned to look at it, a gasp escaped your mouth.

“Zuko! The fire!” You cried as you backed away from it.

All the tension Zuko had built up inside turned the previously small campfire into one that was the size of a bonfire. Bigger, taller, hotter and brighter, it was out of control.

You grabbed a small bucket of water near you and splashed it on the fire. It wasn’t enough to put it out and barely did a thing.

“Zuko, do something! Put it out!” You hissed, trying not to wake up the rest of the team.

“I’m trying!” Zuko waved his arms trying to diminish the flames. He already had a hard time taming them when he was just sitting with you. Now that you were freaking out, he was really struggling. You ran to Katara’s tent to get help.

“Katara! Wake up!” You shook her body.

“Huh? What’s going on?” She said, wiping her eyes.

“Fire! Campfire! Out of control! Zuko can’t stop it!” You rambled while gesturing wildly with your hands.

Katara grabbed her waterskin and rushed out of her tent. With the wave of her arms, she guided her water to the fire and put it out within seconds. Smoke arose from the sizzling, burnt firewood.

“Phew, thanks, Katara,” you said with relief.

“Yeah, you’re welcome.” She turned to Zuko and pointed at finger to his chest. “Next time you want to impress someone, why don’t you just give them flowers instead of firebending and burning down the whole campsite?” She scolded.

Zuko’s eyes widened in shock. How does she know I like [y/n]?!

“What? No! That’s wasn’t what I was doing!” Zuko said, pleading innocence. Katara pursed her lips and shook her head as she returned to her tent.

“Good night, you two,” she said cheekily before slipping inside.

You turned to face Zuko, jaw slacked. You were shocked and confused by everything that just happened. He whipped the swear off his brow and took a deep breath.

“I think I’m ready to tell you what’s wrong now.”

You gave Zuko a puzzled look. Now you were even more confused. Nevertheless, you sat down next to him, because you were glad that he would finally open up to you about it.

“This is going to sound weird, but I can’t control my firebending when I’m around you,” Zuko confessed.

“What? Why? Did something happen?” He shook his head.

Zuko’s inability to bend properly reminded you of when he lost his firebending in the air temple. It was because he was previously taught to fuel it with anger. If firebending can be fueled with anger, you wondered if Zuko was unable to control it now because he was upset with you.

“Did I do something?” You asked worriedly.

“Mmm-mm,” he shook his head again. “No, actually, you’ve done nothing at all,” he chuckled a little.

“I don’t understand. You’re not mad at me, are you?”

“No, I’m not. It’s the opposite actually. I like being with you, but I get so nervous, because...well, I don’t think you like me.” Heat pooled in Zuko’s cheeks. He looked away so you wouldn’t see it.

“Why would you think that? Of course I like you, Zuko,” you assured, placing a hand on his shoulder.

He sighed. “I meant as more than a friend.”

“You do?” You asked in disbelief, blushing.

“Yeah,” Zuko mumbled quietly.

“I like you too,” Zuko turned to you with raised brows before you continued, “as more than a friend.”

“Really?” Now it was his turn to be surprised.

“Yes, really.”

You smiled, and Zuko smiled back. He brought a hand up to your face and gently cupped your cheek, rubbing his thumb back and forth. Your eyes locked with his, and, for a second, you saw him glance at your lips. You knew what he was thinking. Slowly, you leaned forward, and he did too, until the gap was closed. His lips were soft and warm. You melted right into him.

When the two of you separated, you nuzzled your head in the crook of his warm neck. His arms wrapped around you to bring you closer. Instead of heading off to bed like everyone else, you both silently agreed to stay up just a little bit longer. And just like that, all the butterflies in Zuko's stomach flew away. He would no longer have any trouble controlling his bending.