#love of the s*n is really catching my attention im really looking forward to seeing more of that one

[moonsidesong]

u kno i really enjoyed watching hfjone with my friends and they loved it too but part of me is just a little sad they didnt get to watch the early first season with the added context of having grown up on object shows. like. obviously i made them watch bfdi first so they’d understand the point of it being a subversion but, like. having watched so many of these silly little competition shows as a kid it really adds to the Discomfort of those early episodes. like all the pieces of the competitions youve always known are there but it feels Wrong. its just a little sad they didnt get to experience that part like i did lol

[leejihoonownsmyheart]

brie, think about it for a sec: soft morning sex with jeonghan, he calling his s/o "angel, honey, baby" and a very heavy praising. like, please 😩 i can't stop thinking about it 😮‍💨

Hi anon, think about this for a sec: IM A JIHOON BIAS STOP POISONING MY BRAIN WITH THESE JEONGHAN THINGS. What are you expecting huh? Warnings? Like, mostly gender-neutral y/n minus anatomy, unprotected sex, Jeonghan is a tease, light begging, soft!dom Jeonghan if you squint, praise!kink, morning sex, pet names, as vanilla as it gets with me Is that what you want? (In this possible scenario, minors are not welcome to interact with this post)

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Yeah, yeah, yeah, you jjongjjongie's fans win... Here you go:

also i'm kidding. Keep poisoning my brain with these Jeonghan things as long as we all keep it a secret between us on this blog 🤭

You turned onto your side to look over at Jeonghan, who was propped up in bed, writing in a notebook of his. You two had been dating for a while and you still didn't really know what he wrote in it. Maybe it was a dream journal or just something to busy himself with as he waited for you to wake up in the morning.

You weren't really sure, and you never asked. Instead, you took this time in the morning to look at him.

When Jeonghan woke up in the morning and was sitting in your bed like this he always looked so... Perfect, angelic even. You loved to watch as his eyes searched the pages of the notebook he was writing in. You loved the way he would hesitate before writing something. Raising his pencil to briefly tap his lips before seeming to remember what he was writing.

He was usually so focused that he didn't even notice you staring at him.

When he woke up so early too, he tended to open the curtains that covered your window, letting in the morning light, to cast its golden rays over his soft skin.

It was moments like these in which you wondered how you could have possibly gotten so lucky as to date someone as beautiful as Jeonghan.

"It's not really fair, now is it?" Jeonghan voiced, dragging you out of your thoughts. As you refocused your attention on him and his actions you noticed him tucking away his notebook, securing the page he was on with a small movie ticket.

You recognized it. The flimsy stub from the first date you two went on together. A smile flickered across your face.

"What isn't fair?" You asked him softly. He hummed and patted his lap lightly. You obediently shifted your body, climbing out from under the sheets and straddling his lap. He smiled at you, and then his lips turned down into a small pout.

"You can stare at me all you want but when I get to look at you, you get too shy and turn away," he said softly. Your cheeks reddened a little.

"It's different when you're looking at me," you said softly. Jeonghan appeared skeptical, his hands coming to your hips so that he could rub small circles into your sides. You decided you needed to distract him from the topic at hand and leaned forward, pressing a small kiss to his lips.

He hummed at the action, raising one of his hands to the back of your neck to keep you pressed there.

"Are you trying to distract me?" He asked you after breaking the kiss. You gave him a wide-eyed look in order to feign innocence. When he held his skepticality you let the look drop.

"Is it working?" You asked him instead. His eyes flickered down to your lips and he hummed again.

"I might be persuaded," he agreed softly. You draped your arms over his shoulders and tilted your head forward again, your lips catching his. At first he let you lead the kiss. His hand left the back of your neck in favor of slipping under your shirt.

His fingers trailed lightly up your sides, sending shivers through your body until he found your boobs. He cupped your boobs, giving them a small squeeze, and when that elicited a moan from you into his mouth, he began to massage your breasts.

He continued to let you lead the kiss, every now and then letting his thumbs flicker across your now hard tits, sending electricity through your body with each flick.

You were sure he meant for it to be innocent. Just something to do with his hands as your hands found their way into his dark strands of hair, your fingers tangling themselves in it, your hips beginning to lightly roll down on him as your core started to burn.

As it went on like that however Jeonghan began to lead the kiss. His tongue prodded at your lips, forcing them open, practically demanding submission from the act alone.

As you relinquished control Jeonghan lowered his hands back down your body, one of his hands dipping into your panties, reminding you of the fact that you had stopped bothering to wear pants to sleep.

For easy access? You couldn't quite remember. You did faintly remember coming on Jeonghan's cock last night, however... What a way to end the day.

Jeonghan's fingers found your clit and he began to rub it in small circles. You whined against his lips, a pleased sigh escaping them against his mouth.

He chuckled at your reaction, briefly breaking the kiss to place his forehead to yours.

"You're going to be the death of me," he mumbled, tilting up a bit so that his nose brushed yours in that of a butterfly kiss. His fingers dipped lower and you raised your hips a little for him.

"How so?" You asked him, your breath catching when Jeonghan's fingers began to rub between your slick folds. You shivered and ducked your head into his neck.

"Just... This," he asserted softly. "So pliant and willing to let me fuck you so early in the morning."

You groaned slightly at the mention of the time of day.

"Oh god don't even m-" He slipped a finger into you, making you arch your back slightly in surprise. "-ention the time. Am I going to be late?"

Jeonghan slowly worked his finger in and out of you.

"We have time," he said back. You raised your head, small pants leaving your lips.

"For what?" You asked him lightly, a smile flickering across your face.

"For this," he asserted, crooking his finger inside of you and eliciting another soft moan. "And for breakfast too, probably."

The thought of breakfast had your mind drifting away for just a second, wondering what you should make, only to be dragged back into reality by the addition of a third finger.

You squirmed a bit, but it only dragged his fingers deeper inside of you. You ended up just rolling your hips down on him, knowing that it was teasing his trapped, and hardening cock.

"I should do this more," Jeonghan mumbled, his voice becoming a little strained. "Fucking you in the morning? You're so warm... And soft... And plenty stretched out for me."

As he spoke he pulled his fingers from you. He made you watch as he sucked your wetness from his fingers, and only let you taste it through that of a kiss that he let you lead.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, throwing your whole body forward as you kissed him, rolling your hips down more insistently as the kiss dragged on until finally, Jeonghan was pushing you back by your shoulder.

Once you had relinquished your grip on him he had flipped you over, your back hitting the soft mattress, and your head falling in between two pillows. He wiggled you out of your panties, watching as a string of wetness clung to them before tossing them aside.

He dipped his head down between your thighs and pressed a kiss to the inside of one, the other, your clit, and then teasingly made a mess between your folds.

You were already ready for his cock, tired of the teasing, and let out a whine to vocalize your frustration. He laughed against your pussy... fuck.

"My baby is so impatient in the morning," he murmured affectionately. He left you for a moment, in order to ditch his underpants, before joining you on the bed again. He situated himself between your legs, letting his fat tip slide between your folds.

"Jeonghan," you bit out impatiently. Another soft laugh from him.

"What? You want me to just fuck you raw?" He asked you as if it hadn't been months since he fucked you with a condom on. "Do you have any condoms in that bedside table?"

His tip slipped into you and for a second you forgot how to be normal.

"R-Raw," you managed to get out. "Fuck me raw Jeonghan. Want to feel you... All of you."

You didn't have to look up to feel his satisfaction. He slowly began to slide his cock into you, bending over you so that his whole body was covering yours. His lips found the corner of yours so that he could leave soft pants of breath there.

"You're so perfect," he mumbled softly as his cock slid to a stop fully inside of you. You raised your hands to his hair again, only really feeling steady with them there. You moaned at him as a way to acknowledge his words, and luckily it satisfied him.

He began to fuck you slowly, lazily, the warmth of his breath on your cheek matching the warmth of the morning sun as it bathed you two in light.

You were admittedly a little desperate, tugging at the strands of his hair as he took his time with you. Your toes curled, both at the pleasure of feeling his cock press the perfect spot inside of you and at the frustration that it was so brief.

As Jeonghan set his lazy pace, he lowered one of his hands to your clit, only enhancing your pleasure. It was still gentle, and slow. Clearly, Jeonghan was in no rush this morning. But you weren't upset. With his thrusts came his praises.

One of his hands carded fingers through your hair with his thrusts, little murmurs of so perfect for me, and so beautiful, and the always dearly coveted i love you so much, bringing you closer and closer to an orgasm as it went on.

Suddenly, Jeonghan shifted, placing the palm of his hand over your mouth muffling your moans in a way that had you whining all over again. You put your hand over his wrist, silently begging to be let to moan freely. A smile flickered across his red face.

“Sweetheart, you’re being so loud,” he whispered. “Do you want your roommate to wake up to the sound of you getting fucked by your boyfriend?”

The vulgarity of his words had you arching your back, your eyes fluttering shut as you shook your head, no.

“Then you gotta promise to be quiet,” he whispered. “Or I’ll have to keep your pretty little mouth covered.”

A frown flickered across his face.

“Even though, I love those little sounds you make. You sound perfect… My own little angel.”

You looked back up at him, nodding. He seemed amused.

“You promise to keep quiet?”

Another nod and his palm shifted from your mouth to the side of your face. At first, you let your moans leave your mouth just the way that you had let them before, but after a few moments, you remembered your promise and bit down on your bottom lip to keep yourself quiet.

Maybe that would have worked earlier, but it wasn't doing anything at this point. His cock kept hitting that perfect spot inside of you, and his fingers felt perfect on your clit.

"Play with my tits," you begged. "Kiss me," you added shamelessly. "Wanna come Han, wanna come on your cock."

Jeonghan's hand slid under your shirt, and obediently began to play with your boobs again, small squeezes, massaging them really as his thumbs flickered across your tits. When his mouth found your lips it was over for you.

You came apart under Jeonghan, desperately deepening the kiss, pulling him down on you. As you shook under Jeonghan, rolling your hips to meet his thrusts he fucked you at that same pace, but you felt his cock twitching inside of you as you came down from your orgasm.

The pain of being sensitive was practically null at the thought of Jeonghan coming inside of you. You broke the kiss a little, your voice broken.

"Want you to come," you begged against his lips. His breath was coming in short pants. You could tell he was close, his pace becoming just a little bit less even.

"Yeah?" He asked, ever the tease. "Where do you want it?"

"Inside," you begged lightly. "Please inside Jeonghan, wanna be full of your cum all day, please."

"Will it make you happy sweetheart?" Jeonghan asked lightly. "For me to come in your cunt? Fill you with my seed?"

You nodded eagerly, but he was still holding back.

"You have been so good for me," he mumbled softly, and his voice was hitching. You became a bit more insistent as you rolled your hips against him. "You sure you want to be so full of me? So perfect... So full."

You nodded excitedly.

"Please Jeonghan, please."

Your begs were a bit useless, Jeonghan's cock twitched and then he had pulled himself out of you, shooting sticky shots of cum all over the inside of your thighs, and at the base of your stomach.

Once he had finished painting your thighs, he leaned down on you again, pressing faint kisses to your lips as you both came down from your orgasms.

"You're the worst," you complained softly, once a few seconds had passed. He let out a soft laugh.

"Now that's not what you were saying-"

You pushed him off of you and he landed in the blankets with a small thud and a small laugh.

"You knew how badly I wanted that creampie," you whined, but Jeonghan just patted your head lightly.

"Oh did you? I couldn't really tell."

You let out another vocal protest, knowing that he was just teasing you but still not super happy with it. You squeezed your now sticky thighs together and sat up, pouting down at him.

He laughed again, the menace, and sat up as well. He scooped your cheek in his hand and gave you a brief, but deep kiss.

"I promise if you are that desperate to be fucked full of my cum-" Suddenly you were feeling very hot. "- Then I will fill you up nice and full tonight. Is that good enough for you, love?"

You held a stubborn silence for a few seconds before relinquishing to him a soft: "Fine."

Again he laughed at your attitude, and you got another soft kiss.

"I love you," he whispered against your lips. The corners of your lips twitched up.

"I love you," you echoed. He seemed happy with that.

"Eggs for breakfast?" He asked you lightly. You nodded excitedly.

"Just let me shower first."

[shuchu]

im not even a kyo stan but like 😳 imagining the trope where childhood friends get seperated for a while and when they reuinte again, person a is shocked at how much person b has changed and now person a is confused and flustered around person b 🥺

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅ different but familiar ₊˚ෆ

character(s): kyo kaneko

note: gn!reader ; fluff ; not proof read!

a/n: oh gosh i haven't written a proper fic in ages... i apologise if this is sloppy ;w; but hey, my first kyo fic o_o despite being a kyomie for a while now lol oops. i actually really enjoyed writing this, it made me feel all soft and warm on the inside hehe. this kinda ended on a cliffhanger, let me know if you guys want a part two!! thank you anon for the idea!! enjoy lovelies ♡

art credit

you were on your way to the coffee shop nearby to get your coffee before heading to work. you take a deep breath of the crisp autumn air as you walk through a carpet of leaves, hearing them crunch beneath your feet. you swing open the door and hear the little jingle of the bell before the delicious smell of freshly baked pastries mixed with the fragrant scent of coffee wafts towards your nose. a faint smile graces your features as you walk towards the counter to order.

"hi what can i get for you today?" the cheerful cashier asks.

"i'll have an oat milk cappuccino with 2 shots of espresso as well as a croissant please." you respond, giving the cashier a friendly smile.

"will that be all?"

"yep! thank you!"

just as you were about to pull out your card to pay, you see someone reach forward to tap their card on the machine. you turn to your left to see who it was. a guy with light blue hair smiles at you and says, "my treat."

as you walked over to the collection counter with him, you were trying to figure out why this guy looked so familiar. did you know him?

and then it hit you...your eyes widened as you looked at him

"kyo?"

he turned towards you with a soft chuckle, "took you long enough."

"oh my gosh...i haven't seen you in..." your voice falters as you try to recall the number of years

"thirteen years." he says as he looks at you with a small smile

"oh wow...it's been that long huh? how've you been? i hope mr. and mrs. kaneko have been well."

"oh yeah i've been busy, got a job that literally takes up all of my time. my parents are doing good though, thank you for asking about them."

"so...what brings you back to our quaint little town?"

"well...my mom and dad wanted to meet some old friends and catch up with them. i've been working tirelessly for months without a break so i decided..."

kyo's voice drifts off, melting together with the background ambiance of the coffee shop as you stare shamelessly at him, noticing the changes in his appearance since you last saw him.

oh wow, when did he get his ear pierced? his face changed a lot...it's a lot more defined now. also, he shot up so much what the heck?! i was taller than him when we were kids...that's so unfair, why do guys get so much taller after puberty...wait, was he always this handsome...?

"hey...hey y/n...are you done checking me out?" kyo's voice gets clearer again as you snap out of your thoughts. you feel your cheeks heat up after getting caught staring at him and because of the close proximity between the both of you. he leaned in to get your attention and now both of your faces were just a few inches apart.

you avert your gaze to compose yourself and mumble, "i wasn't checking you out..."

he leans back and chuckles, "uh huh...so tell me what i said then." he teases, a smirk evident on his face.

you stay silent because obviously you didn't hear what he said, he chuckles and flicks your forehead gently, "you haven't changed a bit, always spacing out."

you move your hand to rub the spot he flicked with a pout, "quit it, you're still as annoying as you were back then." you giggle after and he laughs too. it felt nice to joke around with him again. your heart swells with happiness, you've missed him — more than you thought you did.

the barista calls out your name and you go to grab your order.

"i'm assuming you're headed off to work now, where do you work by the way?"

"oh it's just 3 blocks down, that massive office building?"

"oh yeah, i know which one you're talking about. what time do you get off work?"

"6pm."

"oh perfect, i'll see you then. we need to have a proper catchup. dinner's on me too." he says with a boyish grin.

"no that's okay, i can-"

"nuh uh uh, no can do. um...i'm sure you have to start walking, it's almost 9am. you don't wanna be late to work do you?" he says as he places his hands on your shoulders and swivels you around to face the direction of your office.

you click your tongue and start walking, turning your head back to respond to him, "we'll see mr kaneko. i'll have my card ready this time."

"byeee! good luck at work! i'll see you at 6!" he calls out as he waves at you

you wave too and turn back around with a sappy smile on your face, your cheeks flushed. well that's something to motivate me to get through work today

[platonic-qpr-selfshipping]

When teasing goes a bit too far [pt.3]

Characters: Asra (he/they, The Arcana), N (they/them, S/I), Faust (she/her, Asra's familiar)

Selfship: Asra and N (queerplatonic)

Words: 1.4k

Summary: Marriage can mean a lot of things, and the process of thinking about them is making N's insecurities stronger.

Notes: the weekly dose of emotional hurt/comfort some of us need. especially self-indulgent im sorry beware XDDD

pt.1 | pt.2 | pt.3 | pt.4 | Letter 1 | Letter 2 | Epilogue

He had just turned the stove on when he saw N standing on their tiptoes to reach some plates in the cupboard. It was a very simple —and nowadays part of their routine— view, yet the domesticity of it still managed to get a soft smile out of him. 

Asra watched N prepare the table. They looked so focused on their little task that he did not dare to break the silence until, right after finishing and giving the table an approving grin, they went back to Asra’s side and watched the stove with them. He welcomed them by his side by giving them a quick kiss near their ear.

“Are you hungry? You seem kind of fidgety.”

“Not really, but I’m really looking forward to having some of your cooking,” N commented, eyes on the pot. “Or maybe I’m just excited to have dinner with you.”

“But we have dinner together almost every day.”

“Still.”

He nudged them with his shoulder, their smile showing his teeth. N got comfortable for the little wait and turned to support their back on the counter. As they stayed there in silence, their eyes wandered through the kitchen as if they hadn’t been there before. And then the pot. And the floor too, for a moment.

“How long will it take?” they asked after some minutes of silence.

“Hm, around thirty minutes, maybe?”

“Right.” N’s eyes wandered again before going back to Asra. “Do you mind if I talk about something, then?”

Upon hearing the question, Asra unconsciously stepped closer. Not enough to touch them, but as close as they could get to catch their attention. He nodded. The serious tone in their voice had started to worry them.

“Sorry if this sounds too sad, all of a sudden, but– Are you… happy, spending life with me like this?”

“Of course I am,” he reassured, although still concerned about the question. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“Really?” their doubt came with a sad smile and a lower voice. “I know we’ve been together for some years now, but I have recently started to fear that you… deserve better? That you deserve more. Don’t take me wrong, I love you and being with you, but it began to feel unfair to want to keep you with me when you could be so much happier somewhere else.”

“Oh, N.”

His brow furrowed, their hand in the air as they waited for N to make a gesture that would let him caress them. Yet they made an effort to maintain that sad smile. Asra felt lost for a moment, but the feeling of their partner slowly holding his hand helped them organise his thoughts somehow.

“There’s… so, so much I simply cannot give you,” N continued while tracing the lines of his hand. “We both know it, and yet, how can you be so sure that being with me is the right thing for you?”

“Because I want you, that I’m sure of,” he said, finally holding their cheek. “I don’t want anything that would hurt you or that you don’t want to do. I want your jokes, waking up to the sight of your bed hair and the smile you give me when you accept my affection.”

“But–”

“N, you’re letting the worry take up too much space inside of you. Look at me.”

The hand he had kept on their cheek was now fixing their hair at a slow pace. Asra could feel their eyes on his, so he gave them a moment as he focused on their face. After he held their hand a bit tighter and N held it back, he took a breathe in and continued:

“I want you, N. Not anything nor anyone else,” they placed a finger on their chest, right on their heart. “You can trust me, you know this.”

“Hm.” Their eyes turned teary, but they fought the tears and nodded. 

“I like you so much I don’t think I’ll ever be able to express it all, so you’ll have to bear with me while I try to do so during all the years to come. Does that sound good to you?”

“Yeah,” N answered, using their free hand to wipe off some small tears now. “Sorry for the needed reassurance. I just really thought that…”

“I would never leave you for having boundaries, N,” they confirmed, practically guessing the other’s thoughts. “In fact, I could start listing off all the little things that make me feel lucky I get to spend my days with you, and none of them would disrespect said boundaries. Ever.”

“Oh, come on,” they awkwardly chuckled, having a hard time keeping up with the new positive tone of their chat. Asra caressed their hand and supported the side of his body on the counter, as if that simple shift in his position meant he had accepted their own challenge.

“Let’s see…,” they sighed with a smile, swinging N’s hand in theirs. “I like how you always feel the need to have breakfast after waking up, and the way you slowly walk towards me when you need a hug only because it is cold outside.”

“Hey,” they smiled, yet spoke as if they were offended.

“I like the way you welcome Faust into your arms, always opening them as if you were about to receive a hug from a person. And how you smile at clients, especially when it is their first time receiving a reading from you and you just want them to feel comfortable. I like your serious look when you ask for the simplest stuff, and how your eyes open when a spell you’ve spent time on suddenly works out.”

N didn’t have the strength to say anything, really. They barely found courage to look at their partner’s face at first, but he continued nevertheless and went on again. They were carefully being wrapped between caresses on their knuckles and praises aimed to their ears. Asra was… caring like that.

“I like how your eyes shine when we meet our friends and it is so obvious that everyone you love is in the same place. I like how you still try to cling to me when sleeping even on the hottest summer nights. I like how seriously you take your journaling, and that focused look of yours when you are determined to do something. I like the feeling of your lips against my forehead and the way our hands look together when we walk through the marketplace. I, of course, like the way you pronounce my name when your accent in your mother tongue clearly shows as you speak.”

“Asra…”

“Yeah, exactly like that.”

Their sweet smile showed their dimples as they fondly stared at N, who reached out to his cheek. Their thumb caressed the lines that appeared as a consequence of that smile and, after a moment of reflection, they wrapped Asra in their arms. He quickly held them back, hands meeting behind N’s back.

“I love you,” N whispered, almost as if they could not speak properly. “And sorry again, for all of that.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’m happy to remind you that I love you too.”

“Thank you, really,” they expressed as they hid in the crook of his neck. “I’ll try not to worry that much.”

Asra patted their back, still holding them close. Their heart wondered what the root of these recent doubts was, and his hypothesis was, perhaps, only what he wished to be true. With their face getting warmer and the conversation with Vassago in their mind, he tried to calm his heart before asking:

“Have you been thinking about this because of…?”

“Hm,” N answered in an affirmative tone, interrupting Asra’s hesitation as if neither of them were prepared to hear the end of that question. “I want to make sure you have the best for you in your life.”

That fluttering feeling again. He had to swallow his words and think twice about what to say after that. However, even if he had planned something for it, it was meant to fail due to the short time they had in their hands. The water inside the pot started to spill from all that time with no one keeping an eye on it, and N rushed to turn the stove off. They laughed at the mess together and prepared to clean it all before Faust tried to drink something from the floor.

[jing-yuans-wife]

Headcanons: When S/o gifts turtles

💙Leonardo💙

* You were nervous as you enter the lair with Leo's gift

* You made a set of beaded charms to attach to his katana handles

* You find him in the dojo meditating

* "You practicing to sneak in quietly?" He opened his eyes giving you his signature smile

* You promptly shake your head smiling,"Nah, you got that covered already" you told him

* He seemed more curious now watching as you take something out your jacket pocket

* It was set of small silver charms, The one had S/o name while the other had Leo's name on

* Leo immediately put them on his Katana handles then hugged you

* "This is such a lovely gift Y/n"

* "Well i made it for you. Now you can see we the perfect pair"

* He then nuzzled into your neck just really happy at that time, maybe a little emotional from such a lovely gift as its handmade

❤️Raphael❤️

* You come to the lair holding a gift for Raph

* Eventually you find him working out in the weight room

* "Like what you see Doll?~"

* "Babe! Yes and yes, but im here actually to give you something-"

* Raph put the weights down instantly, now giving you his undivided attention

* You blushed a bit handing him a wrapped package,"Uhh hope you like it. I made it."

* Raph takes it and ripped the wrapping paper off revealing a biker's sleeveless jacket and it had custom tattered edging. There was also S/o and Raphs initials on the pocket

* "Babe...you made this...for me?."

* You nod slightly nervous if he liked it or not

* He instantly put it on and it fitted him so perfectly!

* He pulled you into a bonecrushing hug for a moment then kissed your forehead

* "Then this means you get to ride my new bike with me that I been working on."

* You squealed in excitement hugging him

* however he decided to pick you up throwing you over his shoulder taking you to his room to give you a much needed "Thank you" for the gift

💜Donatello💜

* You were busy threading some beads together

* Your computer chimed with a message that you instantly checked

* It was Donnie checking in on you.

* You mail him back telling him you will be right over

* Arriving with the gift in your pocket a bit nervous of his reaction, you check to see where he is

* You find him in his lab reading some science theory

* " Oh hey babe, I was just catching up on new theories online. What you got there?."

* "Something I made you."

* You hold it up showing a purple turtle charm that had S/o name engraved behind it

* He was so thrilled with it that he put it on right away

* He then pulls you onto his lap and kisses you all over your face

* You are in a fit of giggles from this affection, but glad he likes the gift

🧡Michelangelo🧡

* You knew exactly what he would like, so you were spending hours to make it

* After an unknown amount of time your phone rings

* "Hello?."

*"Baaaabe!! I miss you!!."

* You chuckle at his affectionate behavior

* "Hey im coming over now so be prepared for a surprise!."

* "You already mine babe, but sure! Looking forward to it!."

* You laugh a little hanging up the call packing his gift

* Arriving at the lair, it wasnt long before you were swept off your feet by Mikey

* "Baaaaaabe! Im so happy you here!."

* You take out his gift, a friendship bracelet with S/o and his initials. It was in his colour too!

* He immediately sets you down taking the bracelet and puts it on,"Babe this is awesome!."

* He goes over to his brothers to show it off leaving Y/n blushing and giggling

* He after a moment picks her up and hugged her, then proceeded to kiss her cheeks while whispering sweet nothings to her

[theprettyarachnid]

i'm the previous anon, i hope i'm not bothering you with my requests but i'd like you to write an arcane char reaction to their s/o trying to catch their attention.

a/n: of course you aren't bothering me, i love the requests im getting! also i noticed some of you wanted me to add caitlyn so here you go :)

warnings: suggested themes, maybe a little nsfw

characters: jinx, vi, caitlyn, viktor, jayce, silco, vander

Jinx

🕷 She would probably find it cute

🕷 Unlike some of the others, if Jinx is working she doesn't straight up ignore you but her focus usually shifts

🕷 "jinx... i'm bored..."

🕷 She would glance at you before pulling you over to where she was sitting

🕷 Let's you lay on her lap and makes you hand her tools

Vi

🕷 Vi would find it funny and pretends not to notice you looming over her broad shoulders

🕷 You would try distracting her by tracing her tattoos or repeatedly saying her name

🕷 Eventually she gives in and throws you on the couch, getting on top of you

🕷 "what is it, sugar?"

🕷 "i just wanted your attention"

🕷 Vi would just laugh but there would be a look in her eyes

🕷 Prepare to get that attention you wanted

Caitlyn

🕷 Do y’all remember this scene? Yes? Good.

🕷 I can see Caitlyn pulling you onto her lap while she does whatever she's doing in that moment

🕷 You still get embarrassed everytime even though she does it often

🕷 She's kind of a tease so she likes to see you blush

🕷 "happy?"

🕷 She won't ask you but please play with her hair

🕷 If you talk while she's busy, she'll listen but sometimes she gets a little side tracked

🕷 "and then—caitlyn? are you listening?"

🕷 "Hm?"

Viktor

🕷 Viktor is pretty sensitive to your presence, so even if you're in the room he can get a little distracted

🕷 But he's also very disciplined and can get very involved in his work so you might have to try a little harder to successfully get his full attention

🕷 If you brush your fingers against his neck or shoulders, his breath will hitch a little but he'll quickly get back to whatever he was doing

🕷 Might give you the side eye, whether it's a warning or just to see where you are is always a mystery

🕷 he will moan just a tad if you play with his hair

🕷 If he still isn't giving in, you'll try and grab whatever he is working on out of his hands

🕷 Horrible decision on your part

🕷 Viktor will grab your wrist pulling you closer and raise an eyebrow at you

🕷 "and what do you think you're doing my Котик?" (Kotik - kitten)

Jayce

🕷 He'd be getting ready for a council meeting when you would wrap your arms around him expecting a kiss

🕷 I feel like if he was in a hurry, he'd kind of just brush you off without realizing it

🕷 im sorry

🕷 If you were determined to get his attention, you'd grab his wrist just before he'd leave, forcing a small sound of protest from him before grabbing his tie and pulling him down for a kiss

🕷 I dont care how cool that man acts, he will blush a BRIGHT red

🕷 "okay, now you can go"

🕷 You'd straighten out his suit before practically pushing him out the door

🕷 He isn't very focused at the council meeting

Silco

🕷 Because he's so busy, unfortunately you two don't have a lot of time for affectionate moments

🕷 As well as that's just not really Silco's style

🕷 He'd be going over a plan with his gang members while you just sat there listening

🕷 Eventually the idea of catching his attention might be fun

🕷 You would lean forward across the table, playing with your hair or with your wedding ring

🕷 And Silco noticed, he's not stupid

🕷 Every time he'd glance over at you for a second you would just give that innocent look

🕷 Unfortunately, you caught more than just his attention, you caught some other gang members too

🕷 After the meeting, Silco tells you to meet him in his office and whoever was stupid enough to check you out too ended up "mysteriously" dying a week later

Vander

🕷 Between the kids, running the Last Drop, and being in control of Zaun Vander is extremely busy

🕷 It would be a late night at The Last Drop, Vander serving the last few drinks after sending the kids to their room to go to sleep or do their own thing

🕷 It had been a month since the last time you and Vander had any actual alone time and you were about to change that

🕷 You'd go down to the bar to help Vander close up wearing one of his favourite outfits that hugged you perfectly

🕷 Vander would probably choke on his drink, even though you two have been together since forever he still tends to get a little dazed whenever you dress up

🕷 It would only get worse if you ran your hand up his back

🕷 "Alright, everybody out!"

🕷 There would be protests but he'd just kinda crowd everyone together before shoving them outside

🕷 Would probably pick you up bridal style before bringing you to your shared room

[emotionally-damaged-carrot]

Love is a painful dance

TASM! Spiderman x male reader

Just trying to post again, trying to get the courage to write again. Hope you lot like it. Enjoy!

Warning: angst, hint of depression, suicide.

"You're a total idiot."

He says with the biggest smile on his face

"You still love me tho."

I say with a goofy smile while laughing at his now ice cream covered shirt.

"Sadly."

Walking through the park in a gloomy wednesday afternoon, hands in my pockets, staring at the pond in the middle of the park. Seeing a bench nearby the water I make my way towards it, seeing a family of ducks swimming near the edge.

seeing the smile on his face as he drags me along the whole park, looking everywhere, with a shine in his eyes that is for certain of amusement, stopping by at a bench near the pond in the park, waking a seat I immediately relax listening to him say everything he sees.

"Oh my god, look at those duckling, they are so cute just swimming around with their mom."

"They are."

I say with a soft smile, just watching him, seeing the beautiful orange hue the setting sun casts on his face as it descends. Brings out all his beauty, his imperfections, his perfections, him.

Not realizing i was staring at him, too busy admiring. I didn't catch what he said making him turn to me with a smile. That gorgeous smile. He waved a hand in front of my face to catchy attention which he succeeded.

"Hm? Sorry I was busy."

He let out the cutest giggle i've heard, he grabs my glasses.

"I said, what do you think the future has in store for you?"

He says putting on the glasses, making him look like a cute nerd.

"I don't know, but I one thing is for sure. You are part of it."

"You're so corny."

He says, his face turning the brightest shade of red.

Looking to my side, taking out my right hand, placing it beside me on the bench. Tears threatening to fall down my face, taking off my glasses wiping my eyes. I stare of into the distance, remembering your warmth, longing for your warm embrace.

Smiling to myself as i remember the first time you found out I was spider-man. You were amazed, not mad like how I expected you to be for keeping this secret for so long.

"can you, like uhmmm... like swing me around the city?"

Leaning forward cupping my face with both my hands smiling, remembering you're first words after finding out.

Looking up to the sky of new york, filled with dark clouds a sign that it's about to rain. Looking back beside me, reminiscing the past, remembering when you would take me here whenever we have some free time, remembering how you would hold my hand tight, on the way to the bench, scared that might leave you, scared that you would be alone. Again.

But, ow how the tables have turned, how the time has passed. Now I'm sitting here alone on the same bench you first took me to, missing you, missing how you make me feel, missing how you would talk my ear off but i would never complain, because you're words. You talking is a sign you're still here, with me. That you are still alive. I miss you, y/n. I should've been there when you felt alone. I should've been there, with you the whole time. Should've known you were suffering.

Finding you on the bed eyes closed, looking peaceful.

I just wish I knew that you already left.

That you were no longer with me, physically at least. I should've sensed it as soon as you didn't answer when i called you as I enter the house. I should've seen the orange bottle beside you as you laid there, with a smile on your face.

At least you passed, passed away on your own terms.

Pulling out a chain around my neck with two rings. One with my name engraved and the other with yours. I would've proposed to you, I planned to propose to you on our anniversary, but it seems like, I was too late. I would've given you the ring with my name. And wear the ring with your name.

Now, I sit here on the bench, alone, letting the tears spill from my eyes.

I miss you, y/n.

It's really short, but im working on a moon knight fic tho, this is just to see if i can still write. The moon knight fic will probably be long, and it will take some time to write considering im still fixing myself.

Hope you liked it.

[flochsdishwasher]

All of you, forever.

Switch FLOCH and biting 🤞 idk smut tumblrs confusing me.

Kinda based on a Floch rule 34 I saw.

This obviously isn’t gonna be the best lmao. Constructive criticism is appreciated for the 20th time, this is my first time ever writing smut lmao

Smut under the cut.

It was nice to hear the whip hit his skin.

Not so nice to be on the receiving end huh, floch?

His shirt was held in his mouth exposing his chest, his pants somewhere lost in the room.

Needles to say, he was exposed.

“Say you’re sorry.”

His shirt fell from his mouth.

“ I-i’m s-sorry.” Another crack of the whip against his now red stomach.

You pushed his shirt over his head so it now rested on his shoulders, all while you ran the whip down the outline of his 6 pack, watching as he’d suck in his stomach when you ran over a dark red spot.

“I cant hear you.”

“IM SORRY!” He finally yelled out.

“For what?” You ran the whip down his chest.

He hissed through his teeth as you went over a particularly tender spot.

“God, fuck, IM SORRY. please !” Shivering, as you ran the leather further down.

“Please!” He cried out.

Hearing him beg like that did something to you.

You felt as if you couldn’t breathe, everything went hot inside your body hearing him like that.

You moved closer, leather whip now lightly running over his red leaking tip, placing your hand on the nape of his neck, you moved your mouth closer to his ear.

“Please? Please what? What do you want love?” You whispered softly.

The goosebumps rose on flochs skin as you delicately moved the whip over his entire length, Floch watched as his dick jumped up.

You let out a chuckle as you had felt it hit your leg.

You moved away from his ear, watching his shoulders rise and fall as he tried to catch his breath.

Letting out a final shaky one, he finally moved his head up, so his eyes could meet yours.

You looked down at him with a smirk.

Floch couldn’t take it anymore he moved his head towards yours so fast..

Not before you leaned away though.

The chains holding his arms up restrained him from moving any closer.

His head dropped once more, now resting against your chest.

He cried in frustration.

“Jesus, PLEASE! I need you! I want you! I want your everything! God, everything you have to offer, just give it to me!”

feeling his tears wet your shirt made you finally give in.

Taking his face in both your hands, his eyes met yours once again.

You leaned forward again, kissing the tears off his face gently, you kissed each tear that fell down his face, until you eventually got to his lips.

He leaned forward, but you stopped him, giving him a look that basically told him to be patient.

You leaned forward this time, running your lips over his slightly.

Floch squirmed, rolling his hips against yours, so he could rub his cock against your jeans.

His dick was begging for attention, anything, even a slap.

You finally decided it was time to stop torturing poor floch.

You placed your lips on his fully, he immediately moaned into your mouth.

Floch swears he could’ve came right then and there.

He was on your lips like they were his lifeline.

You made out for 3 straight minutes.

You pulled away, a string of saliva connecting you two.

“I wanna touch you y/n. Please take the chains off of me.” He thrashed against them.

“Should I, floch? Do you think you deserve it?”

He gritted his teeth in irritation, pulling harder on the chains until his skin started to break.

You had no choice but to take them off.

He could seriously rip his skin off.

“Floch stop, Jesus Christ.” You took off the last restraint, but before you could go and check for injuries on his hands, he launched at you with a crazed grin, wrapping his hand around your neck.

He shoved you against the wall roughly.

“You really thought you got the best of me there huh? Well let me tell you, you didn’t, and now it’s your turn to beg, whore.”

Floch rubbed down your stomach slowly but firmly all while grinding his bare dick against your clothed crotch.

“Please!” You grabbed his hand, trying to push it downwards to wear you needed him most.

“Ah, ah, ah.” He chuckled lowly,

“Say you’re sorry.” He spoke in a mocking tone.

“Floch, floch, please. Im sorry, s-so sorry! Please!”

“Floch, floch, please I’m sorry.”

He mocked, with an apparent grin on his face.

“Look at you at the receiving end once again.” He continued, scoffing with a quiet laugh.

Floch then shoved his hand down the front of your pants and started rubbing just above your core.

“Hmm. That doesn’t sound so sincere. You just sound like a desperate slut who wants to get her needy hole stuffed.” He whispered in your ear in a breathy manner, biting on your helix lightly.

“So, Beg. Beg until you’re blue in the face and I’m satisfied with your pathetic apologies. Do it. Now. Do it before I tie you up and jerk myself off right in front of you while I make you watch.”

His grip on your neck tightened slightly, but not to the point where you couldn’t breathe.

“I’m sorry floch, please. I need you so so bad. I need your touch. Your hands, your mouth. I want them to touch me everywhere, in places I only want you. So please. I’m begging you now.”

He froze a bit at your words, but nonetheless placed his lips on yours, moving his lips against your own slowly.

At first.

Only after 5 seconds he picked up the pace, shoving his tongue in your mouth and tasting everything you had to offer him.

And finally, he touched you in that place you needed him most.

Immediately your knees buckled and you slid down against the wall with a whimper.

“This where you needed me? Where you wanted my hands, right?”

You nod frantically with multiple “mhms”

Floch slipped his hands out of your pants while pushing you down further until you were at eye level with his leaking tip.

“Now, this, this is where I want your hands, and your mouth. Here.” He whispers out shakily.

You stroke him slowly, savoring every sound he made as you did.

You wanted to hear more.

Placing your lips on his tip, you suck the pre cum all into your mouth, Moaning at the salty taste and the way he grunted.

The way he pressed his forehead against the wall and shut his eyes in pleasure made you go absolutely feral inside.

You pushed your head forward hollowing your cheeks as you took more of him in.

Floch let out a stuttered “ah” as you took him even deeper.

You pressed down on your thumb to suppress your gag reflex, letting him grab your hair and fuck his dick deeper down your throat.

“B-breathe through your n-nose. Don’t pass out on me baby.” He all but gasped out, trying to subdue his moans.

But you were having none of that.

You pulled your head back and circled your tongue around his tip.

He curled his hand into a fist and banged it against the wall once.

“K-keep going.” And that you did.

Taking him down as deep as you could and pulling back once or twice to suck on his tip while stroking the rest of him.

Hearing him moan and whine like that made you take more of him in. You just wanted to hear more.

He was basically down your esophagus and with that, It didn’t take long for him to let out a high pitched whimper and release down your throat; his face going red as he came to terms with the sounds he just made.

He tried covering up his embarrassment by apologizing.

“I’m so sorry. I should’ve pulled-“ you stopped him right there.

“Don’t worry. I enjoyed seeing you whimper above me. It was a nice view.” You said all while wiping the corners of your mouth.

“Oh yea?” Floch regained his composure, grabbing your ankles and pulling you towards him not so nicely.

he placed your legs at each side of him as he stared down at you with a lustful look.

“I want to hear you make those same noises for me. You can do that for me right ?” He asked, hand already tugging at the zipper to your jeans.

“Y-yea I can do that for you.” He smirked before undoing the button and grabbing at the hem to pull them down.

He kissed at every new inch of skin that was exposed, and the butterflies in your stomach flew straight down to the space between your thighs.

That burning feeling in your stomach would not go away, only heightening as you kicked your jeans off your ankles. Now only a thin layer of cloth separating the two of you from each other.

Only one tug and he would have access to all of you.

He kissed down your leg, each kiss getting closer to the place that basically called for him. it throbbed with want and need, begging for attention from him and him only. 

you jumped at the feeling of his nose nudging lightly against your clothed heat, hazel eyes looking up at you.

“You’re right. The view is nice.” He grinned before kissing on the wet spot that had formed on your underwear.

You gasped and clenched around nothing, fingernails digging into your palm as he continued kissing on your clit through your underwear.

“A-ah, floch please!” You had no idea what you were saying please for. He was giving you more than you could ask for.

Floch lifted his head from between your legs.

“Please? Why are you saying please? I didn’t ask you to beg. Be patient.”

Your breath hitched as he placed his whole mouth on you, tongue licking along your lower lips through the thin cloth.

You didn’t know where to put your hands so you only scratched at the floor below you.

“God I wish you could see what a mess you are right now.” He thumbed at your clit a bit before speaking again.

“I think it’s time we get rid of these yea?” He hooked his index fingers over the hem of your underwear this time and started pulling them down your legs slowly.

Your legs shook. From what? You couldn’t tell.

Nervousness, excitement, impatience.

It all felt the same.

“Oh God.” Floch watched as some of your wetness stuck to the fabric, stretching along with your panties as he pulled them down.

He felt himself go hard.

Harder than he already was.

He moved his head down toward your now bare crotch, eyes connecting with yours, silently asking for permission to go down on you.

You leisurely nodded.

Floch lightly ran his tongue over your labia, nipping at it gently.

This would definitely be the time to say “the calm before the storm.”

Cause he started off slow, rubbing your inner and outer thighs to stop them from shaking as he gently licked along your lips.

No matter how many times he had done this it would always be the same. You’d always get that thrill like he was doing it for the first time. Over and over again.

As soon as your legs stopped shaking from excitement, they started shaking from pleasure.

And that’s when the storm hit.

Floch was everywhere, licking from your taint to clit, and slurping on the wetness that would droop down your hole.

He didn’t let one drop go to waste.

He ran his teeth over your clit for a second before soothing it over with his tongue and repeating his actions.

Your hands were all over the place, grabbing at the floor, your hair, his hair, and running over your stomach.

They couldn’t just stay in one place and eventually floch got a little annoyed at this, grabbing both your hands, interlacing his fingers with yours as he continued stimulating your clit.

This definitely felt a lot more intimate than other times. He had never held your hands while he ate you out. He would let your hands go freely and do as they pleased.

Maybe him being chained up opened his eyes to something new?

Who knows?

And then you felt it.

That familiar bubble forming in your stomach.

Your hips bucked against his face as he entered his tongue into your hole, relishing in the way your warm walls squeezed his wet muscle.

His head followed your movements, never letting his mouth leave your pussy.

No matter which way you moved, his head was still stuck between your thighs, fingers still interlaced with his.

“AH! Shit ! Floch I’m gonna-“ and with one last thrust of his tongue into your hole that was it.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you threw your head backward with a choked scream.

Floch continued with his ministrations, licking up the juices that had spilled from your hole with urgency, like he was afraid the world would end if he let one drop escape.

He pushed himself onto his knees, gathering the slick that had slipped down his chin with two fingers before shoving them in his mouth, and licking at his fingers greedily.

The sight made you heat up, turning your head away. You could already feel sweat start to form on your face.

You looked back at floch, only to discover he was already looking down at you.

Observing you.

The way your legs twitched, hair stuck to your forehead, chest moving up and down rapidly.

You looked so fucked out.

And stunning.

Floch leaned down towards your face, placing his hand at each side of your head before engulfing your lips in a sloppy wet kiss.

“You ready needy girl ?” He whispered while kissing at the side of your lips.

You nod your head with your eyes clenched shut.

Floch only shook his head, patting at the side of your face.

“open your eyes. I want you to look At me as I fuck you into absolute ecstasy.”

He pulled your shirt over your head effortlessly, unclipping your bra like a pro as he had done many times before.

He nudged your legs apart with his knee before pressing his chest against yours.

“You okay to keep going ?” Floch asked while bumping noses with you to get your attention.

“Absolutely.” You replied. 100%

He pecked your lips with a smile before leaning his forehead against yours.

Looking into your eyes as he pushed himself into you slowly.

You moaned loudly, instantly going to look down to where both your bodies connected, Your forehead pressed against his shoulder as you did.

Floch balanced himself on one elbow as he squished your jaw in between his fingers to bring your gaze back to him.

“The only thing you should be focusing on right now is me. Look into my eyes and tell me how good I’m making you feel.”

“So good, you make me feel amazing floch, amazing- GOD!”

He grunts loudly as he pulls out of you and pushes back in.

Like when he gave you head, he started off slow and gentle, pushing into you slowly so you could feel every inch of his dick as it filled you, massaging your velvety walls.

Then he picked up his pace hot breath hitting you ear as he whined quietly into it.

“Jesus Christ you feel so- AH- so fucking good squeezing around me like that.”

He leaned up and grabbed your throat, squeezing gently.

“Open your mouth pretty bitch. I wanna spit in it.”

You did as he said, opening your mouth as he gathered spit in his mouth before spitting it rudely into yours.

“Swallow it whore.”

Floch said as he rolled his hips, elongating his thrusts so you could feel every part of him.

“I want more. Floch please give me more.”

He only chuckled.

“You want more ? I’ll give you more, give you more until you forget your name and only know mine.”

He smashed his lips onto yours, making sure to take your leg down with him, creating a new angle.

And he went batshit crazy.

Hitting that sweet spot inside of you that made you go dumb.

You winced slightly at the burning in your hamstring, but could only really pay attention to the way floch was making you feel. once he pulled away, you observed him and the faces he made as he went harder.

His eyes were screwed shut. Sweat coated most of his body, making it look as if he was glowing as the light reflected off his sweat-covered body. (?)

You ran your fingers through his hair lightly, causing his eyes to open and lock with yours. floch smiled, leaning down once again to capture your lips with his, tongue and teeth involved this time.

He massaged your tongue with his, licking at the roof of your mouth, tugging at your lip and biting on it harshly until it bled.

You tensed for a moment but relaxed as you felt his tongue lick over the wound to soothe it.

Then, all of a sudden you were flipped over onto your stomach without any words of warning.

Floch pulled out; you whining at the loss of contact.

He positioned himself behind you, rubbing over your taint a few times, kissing up your spine and then biting and licking over the marks. Again.

He was always like this.

Floch loved using his teeth and tongue on your skin. he loved  the way you would wince in pain when he bit you, the way you sucked in a breath as he licked over it was enough to make him orgasm.

So he did it every time. 

He continued this until he eventually reached your neck, one of his hands going to interlace with yours once more.

 He sheathed himself fully within you from behind with a single thrust; you both moaning inn sync. His now free hand went and slipped between the gaps of your fingers.

“Oh God!” You gasped out in breaths as he didn’t even give you the gentle treatment this time.

He pounded into you ruthlessly, gritting his teeth as you squeezed around him. he dropped his head down so his forehead was now resting at the back of your head.

“Y/n, I love you so fucking much. I love the way you make me feel. I want to feel this forever. I want All of you, forever.”

You gasped quietly at his words, taking notice to the change in his voice.

Forever?

You and floch had never talked to each other like this.

You’d fuck and he’d leave afterwards without another word.

You’re actually starting to think that maybe letting him be on the receiving end was the cause.

“Floch I-“ you started but was cut off by him shushing in your ear.

“Shhh just don’t say anything.” He paused before continuing on.

“I want you to think about me and only me right now. Think about how I’m making you feel right now.. just, don’t think of anything else. I want to be the only thing on your mind right now.”

His thrusts sped up, going deeper than ever before, he was touching and reaching all the right places.

He made you feel like you were on cloud 9.

Floch.

He let go of your right hand and used it to squeeze your throat, back to his old demeanor.

“You’re fucking mine you hear that? Mine.”

He would speed up before slowing down, then speed up once again.

“You make me so crazy sweetheart.” His thrusts were shaky from there. both of you were right at the edge and about to reach that long-awaited high, tears fell from your eyes at that burning feeling of pleasure in your lower half.

It felt like you were about to burst.

“Floch. I’m gonna- I’m gonna cum. Please!” He responded by flipping you over onto your back again without pulling out.

“Go ahead and cum for me whore.” He looked into your eyes while saying those words and that’s what sent you right over the edge.

Stars swam in your vision as he slowed his thrusts, letting you ride out your orgasm on his dick.

You finished with a content sigh.

Floch pulled out, a choked moan escaping his throat as he jerked himself off over you; you watched as pearls of white cum erupted from his dick, splattering all over your stomach. he let out one last whimpered moan as another spurt came out of him.

It was the hottest thing you’ve ever heard and felt.

He flopped on top of you with one last grunt.

“Gosh I love your pussy so much. I could stay inside it for decades.” He placed a peck against your lips, Getting up after only a few seconds.

He grabbed his shirt off the floor using it to cover your lower half while running his hands over your legs to stop them from shaking, He finished by placing two chaste kisses against both your knees.

“I still find it funny you tried dominating me, yet ended up being the one whimpering under me begging me to touch you. Again, if I may add.”

He spoke with that smile that made your knees go weak.

Floch slipped on his pants, buckling his belt and running his hands through his hair a few times.

He looked at you for a moment, looking like he wanted to say something but holding back on doing so.

Instead, he showed you his back as he headed for the door.

“I’ll see you whenever I see you.”

Were the last words he spoke to you before walking out the door.

[sailorwritesstuff]

To make up for the VERY SAD FIC I READ LAST NUGHT THAT HAD ME S O B B I N G

can I please get a Mirabel x fem reader

It’s before the movie Where Mirabel brings girlfriend reader over and the family are ignoring her so reader sticks up for her?

first of all...link 👀👀

second of all: sorry this took so long to put out I couldn't figure out how I wanted it to go and I still don't even like how it came out.

I've got your back

Mirabel x fem reader

summary: Mirabel plans to introduce her family to her girlfriend at lunch and she wants nothing more than their approval. too bad they won't give her the time of day long enough to introduce her. but y/n isn't having it.

warnings: reader has a bit of a temper/is protective, I started in third person and switched the first person halfway through so if I missed a "you" somewhere in there sorry. but thats about it.

I'd been into the Madrigal's home before But still every time I entered it was magical, it felt like I was entering a fairy tale. My eyes glance around the wide space as my girlfriend tugged me along telling me about the matching dresses she'd be embroidering in hopes of me wearing one with her to her Mom's birthday party, which was coming up in just a few days.

"So what do you think?" she stared at me, hopefully pausing in her tracks to look back at me. Her eyes were so big and excited I couldn't say no even if I wanted to.

"I think... I'd love to wear anything you'd make for me, dear." I smiled softly at her and she seemed to practically vibrate from the straight forward praise.

"Thank you!" Her eyes went as wide as saucers and she started pulling at you again. "Come on,let's have lunch first! then I want to show you!" my brain registered the blur of lavender coming toward us but before I could warn her she turned around and ran straight into her sister, Isabela.

I winced and scrambled to catch Mirabel as she stumbled and managed to catch her glasses before they could fall in front of Isabela's feet.

"Are you ok?" i checked her over putting her glasses back on the bridge of her nose.

"yeah im fine." Mirabel smiled.

"I'm great too, thanks for asking." Isabela rolled her eyes, shaking her hair off of her shoulder and dusting off her dress in distaste. "watch where you're going Mirabel. you're in the way."

I felt my eye twitch slightly at her rude comment but I didn't want to overstep with her sister. I grabbed ahold of her hand once more and pulled her away as she went to apologize for something that wasn't her fault. "Come on. the kitchen right?"

"y-yeah." in the kitchen sat the rest of her family members. the whole reason I was here.

Mirabel brought me to the table sitting me next to her; nobody seemed to notice our presence. "Excuse me." Mirabel tried to gain her family's attention. The scene before me was truly...pitiful, really. they all talked over her like she wasn't there.

"Abuela i wanted you to meet-"

"Camilo, can you pass the-"

"Hey Dolores can i have-"

After about two minute of it my leg started bouncing in an attempt to keep from remarking but I could feel my annoyance rising. My mind chanting the whole reason i was here to start with. 'make a good impression on her Abuela. make a good impression on her Abuela…' and then another 3 minutes of them cutting off Mirabel finally got me so irritated i couldn't just say silent while they verbally tramped it over her like elephants.

I glanced around the table clearing my throat loudly enough that no one could ignore me. Everyone paused mid conversation to stare at the two of us which made Mirabel fluster.

"Thanks." I frowned. "Mirabel had something to say." Mirabel rested her hand on my leg, a silent reminder to mind my temper in front of her Abuela. "not that you're ones to listen from what I've heard..." I mutter under my breath rolling your eyes but taking Mirabel's hand.

"Hey-" Dolores started "I don't know What you've heard but we listen to Mirabel." she insisted. Shit. I'd forgotten about her hearing, another reason the family had no excuse to ignore her like they did.

"Well we've been sitting here for about 5 minutes now and she's been trying to speak with all of you. sounds to me i heard correctly, Dolores. In fact I haven't seen any of you glance at her." Mirabel's grip tightened on my leg and I remembered to mind my manners. clearing my throat again this time softly. lowering my voice drastically, mumbling a begrudging "Lo sientos, mi princesa."

"And who is this young lady?" The word lady was laced with venom, from the head of the table herself, Alma. Mirabel stiffed nervously and you squeezed her hand

"Abuela, i wanted you to meet Y/n, i told you i wanted you to meet her and you said today. for lunch. i wish it went better" she fumbled awkwardly through her sentence whispering the last part more so to herself before quickly adding in while she had the floor "and Camilo I was wondering if you could pass the water pitcher, and Dolores I really needed the salt." she smiled politely.

Alma didn't look impressed by my presence at all. not that the feeling wasn't mutual. The table sat in awkward silence as I avoided eye contact, with the woman staring into my soul. Both the water and salt were passed our way, and Mirabel removed her hand from my leg to grab them. 'Yeah she definitely isn't going to like me…' soon the conversation picked up, this time some of the family were mindful of including Mirabel as you just listened. "How did you two meet?" was thrown in from somewhere and I feel flustered biting back the urge to groan at the embarrassing story.

When it all came to an end Alma left without a word and I offered to help Julieta clean. the older woman waved me off and said she had it, but thanked me nonetheless.

"Come on," Mirabel grabbed my arm to pull me to her room. "I can show you the dress and we can think of something to make Abuela like you-."

"no." I frown.

"n-no?" she hesitated at the door.

"Listen, if standing up for you makes her not like me. I don't want her to like me." I sigh , resting my hand on her cheek watching her subconsciously lean into the warmth. "You are my main priority in our relationship, ok? I've always got your back."

"...i love you." she gave her goofy slanted smile and I can't help the one that forms on my face as well.

"I love you too. now... show me that dress."

[oshicakes]

their s/o not giving them any affection

pairings. hinata shoyo x reader, bokuto koutarou x reader, tendou soatori x reader

genre. fluff

a/n. im kinda busy with my reports and some quizzes in my major subjects, that’s why i can’t write that much lately hahaha sorryyy!

other: kenma, suna and iwaizumi version, semi, sugawara and terushima

Hinata Shoyo

he’s really used to you being clingy to him. you like clinging onto his arms all the time and even when he’s sweaty after the match you’d wrap your arms around his neck.

and he get extra hyper because of that. that it makes some of his teammates annoyed.

one day the whole teammate ganged up on you to not give any affection for a week and in return they’ll buy the both of you a ticket to a buffet restaurant. so you agreed.

he was surprised when you dodge his hug. but later on whines at you on why won’t you let him hug you.

days had come, his teammates saw that whenever he whines about you dodging his touches, after that he’ll be okay so they need to step up the game.

to push hinata to his limits, his teammates decided to hug you one by one and not let hinata have a hug on you.

they hugged you one by one which surprised you but realized afterwards what they’re trying to do. and when it’s hinata’s turn you quickly went away from him

so you ran on the other side of the gym and surprisingly he ran to you to. so it end up him chasing you while whining. “y/n-chaaaaan! hug me too! you’re unfair! i’m your boyfriend! maybe you don’t want me anymore.”

that made you stop and all of his teammates were shock. while he storm out of the gym. they gave you an apologetic face and just gave them a faint smile.

you chased him and found him at the stairs to their club room.

“shoyo… im sorry.” he didn’t answer. he crossed his arms at his chest and looked away from you with a pouty face. “hmp!” 

“i didn’t mean to make you feel that way, they just wanna tease you. i’m sorry again. i promise i won’t do this again.” 

“really?” he looked at you in his pouty face. you nodded and come close to him.

you cupped his face and kissed his forehead, both cheeks, nose and chin. “yes, i promise you that.”

to hide his blushing face he pulled your hips forward so he could bury his onto your belly. ypu giggled when you saw how red his ears are. “im sorry again for agreeing to them.”

“it’s okay. but who’s idea is this?”

“kageyama. he said he wants to avenge for all the tosses that he gave you but you missed spiking it.”

“KAGEYAMAAAAA!” after that he speed his way back to the gym.

Bokuto Koutarou

both of you are clingy to each other. the only time you get to be away from each other is when he have practice and match and also when going home since you live the opposite street to him.

your in each other’s side whenever there’s a break time, lunch and walking home.

so when you got too focused being with the vbc’s managers all day that you didn’t get to eat lunch with him and during break time youre with the managers. it was quite normal to you but to bokuto, no.

he’s not used to you not giving him any attention and not giving him hugs or kisses. he wouldn’t take a day without your affection.

he’s about to spike then when he saw leaving the gym carrying your bag, making him miss akaashi’s set. and that’s when he just lost it. shoulder slouched down, hair down and sadly starring at the door. “y/n-chan left me.”

you’re at the restaurant that yukie have been telling you, about how good their yakiniku is. you received a text from akaashi. “bokuto-san won’t come out of the storage room. please help us, y/n-san.”

you opened the door and you found you’re boyfriend in between the stacked mats, hugging his knees.

“ko, what’s wrong?” he lift his head and met you’re eyes. you were shock to see his teary eyes. you quickly go infront of him and bend down.

“what happened? are you okay? are you hurt?” he nodded. “where?” he just pointed at his chest. “let’s go to the clinic!”

he stopped you when you’re about to go. “my heart hurts because you don’t love me anymore.”

“what?! that’s not true, ko.” you cupped his face. “i love you, okay?”

“really? then why aren’t you spending time with me anymore? no koko, no hug, no kiss.”

“i’m sorry, i didn’t realize that i’m making you feel that way. yukie have been telling me this restaurant where they sell delicious yakiniku, so i went there and buy you one.“

“i thought you went home.”

“no, im sorry i didn’t tell. are you good now?”

“yeah… but i need hundreds of hug and kiss!” he jump on you causing the both of you crash on the floor. you let out a squeal while he just laugh.

“ko, get up! you’re heavy.” he shake his head and tighten his grip on your waist. “i don’t wanna!” he responded.

“if you behave and do well on your practice today, you can stay tonight at my house. we also need to do something about your math, akaashi said you failed at it.”

“AKAASHI PROMISED NOT TO TELL YOU THAT!”

Tendou Satori

you’ve been busy lately for the upcoming school festival and as a preisident of student council you have to make sure everything will go smoothly.

he seem to not mind it so you just let it be. but in reality he’s been dying to catch your attention and hug him like before.

so tendou decided to come by to your house to check on you and to spend time with you.

it took you minutes before opening up the front door. you we’re happy seeing him and that made you motivated to finish all your paper works. so you quickly go to your room.

"y/n-chan!” he was shock when you didn’t kiss him in the cheeks like you used to do when you see him, you didn’t even greeted him.

it was past 5 when you finished all your work. you tidied it up and hurriedly went down. but to your dismay you didn’t see tendou there.

“mom? did you see satori when you came home”

“no, did he came by?” you nodded. your mom teased you that he might break up with you for not giving him any of your time.

you decided to go to his dorm. you got there in just minutes since its just a walking distance to your home. ypu spotted ushijima at the lobby with the other third years. you greeted them all.

“ushijima, is satori in your room?”

“yes, he was sleeping. you can go there if you want.” you bowed and rush your way to their room.

you spotted your boyfriend laying on the upper bunk of the bed. curled in his blanket. you went up to it and lay down beside him.

it startled him when you hugged him from behind. he abruptly move around to face you. “eh? why are here?”

“im sorry. i got too busy and i didn’t have time for you anymore.”

“it’s okay, i understand. you have responsibilities and i just can’t demand your time. i don’t wanna be a bother to you.” he smiled but there’s still sadness in it. you took a deep breathe and kissed him on his lips. “i thought you’re slowly drifting away from me.”

“i love you with every bits of me. im stuck with you, foreeever.” his eyes went soft, it almost look like he’s close to crying. “you’re not a bother to me, okay? you’re my boyfriend, i gave you your right to demand my time.”

“i don’t think i ever deserve you.”

this happens sometimes when he’s so down then starts to doubt himself, so you always take note to make him feel special and loved. he’s an insucure man because he got a tough childhood.

“you deserve everything, satori. you are the most precious, loving and funny human being i know. please, don’t ever doubt yourself. i love you, always remember that.”

“thank you for choosing me, y/n. i love you so muuuuch!” you hummed and snuggled closer to him.

“mom invited you to eat dinner with us.”

“okay, just give me five more minutes.”

“you know we can continue snuggling at home, right?”

“yeah, continue it to y/n’s house, tendou.”

both of you startled at the deep voice that suddenly appear. “USHIWAKA!”

[teklarn]

I NEED A PART TWO FOR BAUKGOU’S AWKWARD CONFESSION!!

𝓫𝓻𝓾𝓽𝓪𝓵 - 𝓴. 𝓫𝓪𝓴𝓾𝓰𝓸𝓾 𝓹𝓽. 2

character(s): katsuki bakugou x fem!reader

a/n: k the first one kinda blew up and i've been on tumblr for like a week and it made me rly happy receiving the requests ty <33 thank u for all the reblogs too !! this is a bit later than i hoped it would come out b/c half of the original fic was deleted by accident, but i’m on summer break until sept 5 so hopefully i’ll still update frequently. 

𝕣𝕖𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕!

summary: bakugou finds he’s rejecting his feelings for you in fear of becoming weak, however he just can’t seem to ignore you. 

genre: lil angsty, fluffy at the end

warnings: cursing, one-sided pining, gave reader a quirk, the fighting scene is bs i cannot write action scenes at all im so sorry lol,  second hand embarrassment for our dearest dynamight :(

word count: 2507

pls don't mind any typos! i try to edit to the best of my ability but i tend to type fast and i might miss a few or a lot of things. 

- - -

read part one here my loves !!

you found yourself bored, cheeks puffing out as you swirled around the drink in your glass cup, sitting across from midoriya. he was muttering again, which you’d always found cute, however you weren’t listening this time at all. 

part of the reason you’d rejected bakugou was due to the fact midoriya had requested your attention first, and not as friends. if you’d told bakugou that, it would just wound his delicate ego on top of the fact that you truly had no interest in him whatsoever. 

at the moment, though, he was the only thing on your mind. there was no sudden spark of attraction you’d felt when he’d confessed. of course, anyone would find it flattering that the katsuki bakugou found you attractive. his standards were higher than the clouds. 

at the moment, it felt like something was blocking your chest from feeling something for him, however you couldn’t pinpoint what it was. 

“—it was amazing, right, y/n? y/n?” 

your eyes flickered up to meet the emerald, wide-eyed eyes of your friend. you contemplated lying, but it was no use. shaking your head softly and pursing your lips, you set your drink down. “i’m sorry, midoriya. i’m just kind of...out of it, i guess you could say?” 

he cocked his head to the side. “’out of it’?” he repeated. 

“yeah,” you sighed, head pounding. 

“is everything alright? maybe today isn’t the best time for this.” 

“yeah,” you agreed. “maybe.” 

“do you want to go back to the dorms?” 

you nodded, massaging your temples. “yeah, yeah let’s go home.” 

midoriya let out a soft chuckle through his nose, smiling. “alright.” he offered his hand, and you gladly let him heave you up. 

“i’m sorry about this. honestly, midoriya, i enjoy your company, i really do. but i never assumed you’d catch feelings for me too—” 

“too?” he blinked. the two of you continued on your way back to Heights Alliance. 

you gulped. “yeah, there’s—” 

“are you saying you caught feelings for me, as well?”

your eyes fell blank, lips parting in question. “no, uh. you know what? never mind.” you giggled gently in hopes the two of you would laugh it off without another thought. perhaps you should keep you and bakugou’s quiet interaction to yourself. midoriya and bakugou were already rivals enough. 

- 

the following week was agonizing in many ways. sitting beside bakugou guaranteed that you would get strange, judgmental looks. it never guaranteed his stolen glances. when you’d catch him staring, his cheeks would flare up, and you swore he had smoke puffing out his ears. 

each time, he looked as if he would explode. what can you expect from a guy like him? 

it was easy to assume you’d just pissed him off, though. you weren’t the type of person to tell everyone you’d been asked out, but you needed to speak to someone about it. the thought had been nagging you, stuck at the back of your mind but just on the tip of your tongue. 

you even found that you were distancing yourself from midoriya, who, after asking you out, had insisted you begin calling him izuku. over everyone else, you’d choose him to speak to about the matter, but ever since you’d discovered he had feelings all along, it was strange being around him. 

you viewed him differently. he shot you glimmering smiles and blushed softly when you said his first name. 

“y/n?” 

you twisted around to see mina rocking on her heels behind you. “yes?” 

“are you okay? you seem...how do i put this.” she tapped a pink finger against her lips. “off. you seem off. is everything alright?” 

your brows raised. “oh, yeah. i’m good. thanks for checking in.” 

“is there anything you want to talk about?” she adjusted her hero costume. you and the rest of the girls were currently changing for another training exercise. 

yaoyorozu fixed her hero costume. “i don’t mean to impose on anything, but i have to agree with mina, y/n. of course, there’s no pressure to tell us anything. you’re under no obligation to unless you need and want to talk to someone, but we’re here if you need us, okay?” 

you nodded, smiling softly. “thanks you guys.” 

- 

it was the same training as before, however you were able to select a partner of your own. being that there were 21 students in the class, there was always ought to be a group of three, or one person left out. you’d come into yuuei out of pure luck, as some like to put it. 

you’d found it offensive they’d assumed it was that and not your own pure skill. it’d taken a while to re-convince yourself that you were worthy of being in the class, even if you were usually the odd one out. 

most students had already bonded by the time you arrived here, so finding a partner wasn’t always easy. once you and midoriya had gotten close, you two did most things together, however at the moment, you weren’t quite feeling it. 

surprisingly, your eyes caught bakugou standing alone, eyes scanning the room for a partner. kirishima must have partnered up with another friend, then. it was always them together. 

unfortunately, you weren’t quick enough to avoid either of them. bakugou was already trotting up to you, eyes locked on your figure just as midoriya began jogging to your side. 

in perfect unison, they asked, “be my partner?” (in two very different tones, of course.) 

you blinked between them, about to answer when aizawa came up behind you three. 

“are you guys in the group of three?” your teacher deadpanned. 

your shoulders slumped. “yeah, i guess so.” 

“get to work. you’ve already wasted five minutes standing around.” 

you nodded politely. “yes, sensei.” 

you swallowed. bakugou’s crimson gaze was pinning you in your spot, and midoriya’s lips thinned with a lack of enthusiasm when bakugou looked back at him. 

“get to work, you three,” aizawa repeated, walking away. 

“i can take on both of you.” bakugou cracked his knuckles. 

you clenched your fists. “we already know you’re at the top of the class, bakugou. there’s no need to rub it in our faces.” 

he averted his eyes, cheeks flushing red. it was like a sad, silly way of letting you know you won this fight. 

“i’ll go against you two,” you said, adjusting your hero costume. 

midoriya’s eyes widened. “what? y/n, but—” 

“but i’m not strong enough?” you finished for him. you knew where they ranked in strength, and while yours was just as powerful, if you let one thing slip, your arrows would disappear and you’d be dust. “that’s exactly my point, you two are practically at the top of the class with your quirks.” 

“tch, don’t hold back,” bakugou said, readying himself. 

“don’t go easy on me,” you mocked. 

“y/n, do you really think this is a good idea—” before izuku could finish, you and bakugou launched yourselves at one another. 

you charged forwards. an arrow flew from your hand, twisting its way right through the smoke of an explosion. when it cleared, bakugou was nowhere to be seen. 

a gasp fell from your lips as you turned around just a little too late. your ears rang terribly as your back collided with the ground. 

izuku cried out. green lightning flashed, and he was at your side in a moment. “kacchan!”

you groaned, sitting up. bakugou cut through the smoke with an arm. “fight me, damned nerd. there aren’t any pauses in a real fight.” 

you wriggled yourself away from midoriya. “midoriya, you’re my enemy in this.” 

“bu—” 

“no buts. fight me. and don’t hold back.” 

midoriya noted the determination in your eyes and stood, giving you a sure nod. you were back on your feet in a second. bakugou flew in the air and came crashing down just as fast as he conjured a blast in his right hand. 

attacking wasn’t your best option right now. you were smart enough to know that. an arrow appeared flat at your back and pulled you from where bakugou was targeting. 

cement flew into the air. 

that blast could have wounded you badly. possibly killed you, if he’d hit the right spots. 

in the air, you examined their zealous features. midoriya’s brows were furrowed in that determined smolder. 

bakugou, as always, looked angry. as expected, he charged first, shooting himself into the air. his foot nearly collided with your face, missing my barely an inch. you took your shot, revealing the arrow you’d hidden behind your back. the tip collided with his chest. 

you left the arrow to complete its command and stick your blonde opponent to the wall and trap him there while you went after midoriya. 

while he bested you in strength, you did the same to him when it came to speed. you dodged his punches like they were weak attempts at hitting a ball in a park. 

you grinned. in a battle of strength and speed, whoever landed the first hit would win. there was no question. 

twisting in the air, you allowed the ball of your foot to shove midoriya to the ground. he cried out as his face was crushed into the cement. 

it was perfect timing, as bakugou ripped free of your hold, the arrow keeping him in one spot dissolving into air as soon as its purpose was lost. 

your head whipped around to see him charging for you. 

your fingers curled. the headache pounding at your temples was beginning to get hard to ignore. 

bakugou launched himself at you, spinning in the air like a missile. he really wasn’t going to howitzer you...right? 

when he didn’t slow down, you threw your body to the right, the attack just barely missing your leg. it scorched a bit of your thigh. a groan fell from your lips as you cupped the area around the burn, shuddering with pain. 

bakugou’s chest was puffed proudly as he marched up to you, hands cracking with excited explosions. 

he pulled back his right arm, ready to spark up another fight as midoriya recollected himself. you bit your lip to hide the fact you were quivering. 

it was sudden, but bakugou paused when he saw your hand fly up. 

“give me a minute...” you gasped out, skin still sizzling. 

“y/n! are you alright?” 

you didn’t respond. midoriya smacked his friend’s arm. “kacchan! what’re you thinking?”

“midoriya, i’m fine. don’t stress over it.” you limped to your feet, rejecting the extended hand from your green-haired friend. “i’ll just go see recovery girl.” 

“do you need—” 

you smacked midoriya’s hand away, a little bit more rude than you intended it to be. “i’ll be...fine.” you offered a weak smile to hopefully make up for your tiny outburst. 

although you could see in his eyes he wanted to help, midoriya nodded and stood by, hand falling back to his side. you clutched around the patch of burned skin. the sting had faded a bit, however there was a soreness to the wound that felt like a constant stabbing to your leg. 

you swallowed the pain down, marching towards the exit with determination and a bit of a limp.

you looked back to see midoriya had gone off to tell mr. aizawa what was going on. your teacher nodded, understandingly. 

there were a few worried glances and offers for help in the hall, but you’d neglected them all and found yourself relieved to see recovery girl in her office, typing away. 

she turned as the door opened. “please knock beforehand next time—oh, dear. y/n? are you alright?” 

you gave a tense nod. “mhm. just got a bit banged up in training today.” 

the old woman pursed her lips, smile lines becoming evident. “i see.” she led you to the small cot reserved for patients such as yourself and directed you to sit down. 

she examined the bruise. “it’s fairly bad. what happened?” 

you made a gesture to the door. “i was brawling with bakugou and things got...intense.” 

“that boy has quite an extreme side to him, as i’ve come to notice.” 

“mhm,” you agreed. 

“unfortunately, y/n, i have no ointments to be able to treat this properly.” 

you nodded sheepishly before the old woman smooched your cheek. a soft green glow radiated around you. 

when she pulled back, she said, “now, your body will be trying to catch up on the healing process. that’s what my quirk does. speed up recoveries. since it’s sped up, you’ll require some rest, preferably sleep. i’ll make sure your teachers know you’re excused for the rest of the day, sound good?” 

“yes, thank you recovery girl.” 

she pushed herself out of her rolling chair and left the room, smiling at you.

your eyes fluttered shut not long after that. 

- 

the sun was gone when you woke up, the hallway light flickering off. 

“good, you’re awake.” 

you looked to the left. you cried out, gathering the white sheets around yourself despite being completely clothed. “bakugou! what the hell? you stalker! you creep!” 

bakugou took the slap you gave him on his arm. it was light, and didn’t do much damage. 

“what...what do you want?” 

even in the dark, you could tell bakugou’s cheeks were burning red. “about...about the other day. i wanted to talk to you about it.” 

your chest fluttered in unwanted hope. “there’s nothing to talk about.” 

“dammit, y/n, i wish there wasn’t anything to talk about. you’re insufferable and annoying and i can’t stand being around you because no matter what’s going on, you make my chest feel all funny. it’s stupid, and i can’t take my eyes off of you.” 

heat rushed to your cheeks. “i’m flattered, really. but i-” 

“i’m not asking you to reciprocate my shitty feelings. if anything, it’s better if you don’t.” 

“bakugou, i wasn’t...” you paused. 

“you what?” he snapped, voice soft despite his tone. 

“i was going to say that ever since you...ever since you asked me out, i’ve been conflicted about my own feelings.” 

“the hell is that supposed to mean?” 

“i’m not sure if i like you back or not, bakugou. but hearing you say all this...makes me want to give it a shot. sort of. also, why the hell are you watching me sleep?” 

bakugou swept hair from his eyes. “don’t go and try to change the subject on me, dumbass.” 

you gulped. 

“so what’re you saying?” 

“i’m saying,” you started, “i’m saying that maybe i want to go out on that date with you.” 

“say it again.” 

“what?” you looked up, his eyes boring into yours. 

“i said i want you to say it again. tell me you want to go out on a date with me.” 

it startled you how sure he was when he knew what you wanted, too. this was unlike the last attempt to ask you out. 

“katsuki bakugou, i want to go on a date with you.” 

he grinned. “where to?”

[atlabeth]

everything happens for a reason part 9 - zuko x fem!reader

I fell in love with a war, nobody told me it ended

part 8 | masterlist | part 10

a/n: *laughs in update coming out a month later* im sorry lmao !! ive been very busy these past few weeks and with school starting soon i cant make any promises with frequent updates lol

but hopefully this longer chapter makes up for the wait! there's a lot of good bonding moments between y/n and the gaang, especially y/n and katara, so i hope you all enjoy!!

wc: 5.9k

warning(s): none i think! this is toph's introduction so it's kinda chill

chapter title comes from "a pearl" by mitski!

“It’s pricey… but I really do like it.”

Things had gotten easier ever since that night with Sokka. Y/N didn’t realize how badly she needed to spill her feelings to someone, and having someone who just… got her like Sokka did? It made all the difference.

The rift between them had been healing steadily as well, and Y/N had settled into the group as a whole. They were already so close, she truly felt like she was a part of a family now. She wouldn’t have had it any other way.

But this family was a very dysfunctional one, and after a whole thing involving Avatar Kyoshi and another near death for Aang (something that was becoming far too common), they had ended up in Gaoling. The most important thing on their agenda was finding an earthbending master to teach Aang, and after Omashu, they were fresh out of ideas. Now, their most pressing matter was Sokka’s inability to make a decision and stick with it — this time, the culprit was a bag in the marketplace.

“Then you should get it,” Katara offered. “You deserve something nice.”

“I do, don’t I?” Y/N hummed in agreement, slightly distracted by their surroundings. Gaoling was a charming place from what she had seen so far — though she had passed through a lot of the Earth Kingdom while making her way to the Northern Tribe, there were some places that didn’t end up in her path. Even with the cities and towns that she had already been to, it was nice to revisit them with friends rather than alone and frightened.

Sokka sighed and shook his head. “But no, it’s too expensive. I shouldn’t.”

Katara rolled her eyes as she started to walk away. “All right, then don’t.” Aang got up from his spot on the floor and followed her, and the Water Tribe boy turned to Y/N for guidance.

“What d’you think?” Sokka held up the bag and modeled it in a few poses that made her laugh.

“Whatever you want, Sokka. Would you even listen to the advice I give you?”

He thought for a moment then gave a sheepish smile. “Probably not.”

Y/N offered a similar smile before she walked out of the small alcove, taking a couple quick steps to catch up with Katara and Aang. She found them looking over a small pamphlet, and she peered over the boy’s shoulder to try and read it.

“What’s that for?” she questioned. Aang grinned and held it out so she could see it clearly.

“A guy’s handing out fliers for an earthbending school; some place taught by a guy named Master Yu. Katara thinks that he could be the teacher I’m looking for! There’s a coupon on the back for a free lesson, so we were gonna go check it out.”

“Sounds like it’s our best bet at this point.” She glanced up from the flyer as she heard footsteps and she was unable to stop the laugh that tumbled out when she saw Sokka with his bag. “Finally made a decision?” she asked playfully.

“Yeah, and it looks amazing!” he exclaimed. Sokka put the strap over his shoulder and turned his attention to the flyer in her hand. “Whaddya lookin’ at?”

“We might’ve found my earthbending master!” Aang explained. “All we have to do is find Master Yu’s Earthbending Academy.”

“Then what are we waiting for?” Sokka started forward on their path, Aang following close behind. She took a step forward to join Aang and Sokka, but Katara held her back with a gentle hold on her wrist. Before she could ask anything, Katara beat her to it.

“Sorry, I just wanted to talk to you alone for a second.” She was unable to hold back the small smile creeping onto her lips as she rummaged through her bag, a few moments of silence passing until she pulled out a small pouch. “Here, for you.”

Y/N’s brows creased as she stared at it. “Um… what is it?”

Katara chuckled and turned, raising her hip up to show a similar pouch. “It’s a waterskin. I’ve been carrying it since I left the south — it’s essential for any waterbender in places without a lot of water. I can’t even tell you how many times this thing has saved me. I just remembered that I had a spare, and since there’s not that much water around here, or any place we’re gonna be travelling…”

She trailed off, her gaze falling down to the waterskin as she offered it once more to Y/N. She smiled and took it, slipping the strap over her shoulder and adjusting it into a comfortable position at her hip. “I gotta say, I never even thought about not having a source of water, I’ve been in the north for so long. Thanks, Katara. You’re a total lifesaver.”

Katara bumped shoulders with the girl and grinned. “It’s what friends do, right?”

She felt her cheeks heat up as her own smile grew. “Right.”

“Hey, are you guys done with your girl talk?” When Y/N looked up, she saw that Sokka had come to a stop with Aang ahead of him. “Because we got a coupon to cash in!”

~~~~~

Master Yu’s didn’t work out, to say the least.

It had taken Aang all of five minutes to get pummeled by a boulder, and it was pretty obvious that this wasn’t the teacher that Aang was looking for. After they had caught wind of an earthbending tournament, Katara had managed to weasel-snake the information out of two boys, and they were on their way to—

“Earth Rumble VI?” Y/N muttered as they filed down the steps. “Do you really think we’re going to find your earthbending teacher here?”

Aang shrugged. “It’s worth a shot. Right now, it feels like our only shot.” His eyes lit up as they reached the bottom and he pointed out the rows of empty seats. “Hey, front row seats! I wonder why no one else is sitting here.”

She had just sat down next to Sokka when a huge boulder came flying at them, effectively pulverizing everything next to them. Her eyes widened and she instinctively jumped back, barely able to hold back a scream. “I guess that’s why,” Sokka said.

“On second thought,” Y/N squeaked as she started to back up, “I think I’ll sit next to Katara.”

Katara sighed as she sat down next to her and looked at her nails, already bored as the host started explaining the event. “I might end up talking your ear off. This is just going to be a bunch of guys chucking rocks at each other, isn’t it?”

“That’s what I paid for!” Sokka exclaimed.

The four of them watched the ring with varying levels of excitement — Y/N and Katara were ambivalent, Aang was focused on finding a teacher, and Sokka was having the time of his life. Katara was right: it was just a bunch of guys throwing rocks at each other. A man named ‘The Boulder’ was a fan favourite (and a Sokka favorite) as he beat down each of his competitors with relative ease.

“Spirits,” Y/N muttered, wincing slightly as Sokka started cheering once more. “He’s really into this kinda stuff, huh?”

Katara chuckled and nodded. “It’s been a while since he’s gotten to relax like this. I don’t get it at all, but I’m glad that he’s getting a chance to enjoy himself.”

She opened her mouth to respond when the lights began to dim. She turned her attention to the stage where Xin Fu, the host, was introducing the last match of the night.

“And now, the moment you’ve all been waiting for! The Boulder versus your champion, the Blind Bandit!”

The crowd dissolved into a chorus of deafening applause, and Y/N’s eyes widened slightly as she got a look at the champion.

She was a young girl that couldn’t have been older than Aang — spirits, the belt she was holding was just as tall as her. But her age and height wasn’t even the strangest thing; her eyes looked to be glazed over, and something told Y/N that her stage name rang more true than she thought.

“She can’t really be blind.” Katara voiced Y/N’s thoughts as she leaned closer and squinted, trying to get a better look at the child. “It’s just part of her character, right?”

“I think she is,” Aang said, just as awestruck.

“I think she’s goin’ down!” Sokka yelled, managing to get laughs from both waterbenders.

They all turned their attention once more to the stage, eager to see how the battle between the two champions would end. The result was nothing like they had expected, much to their surprise.

The blind girl was able to defeat the Boulder without even breaking a sweat, her egotistical taunts at the beginning emerging as truthful rather than cocky. Before he had even managed to get an attack in, the Bandit had tripped him then sent him off the stage with precise earthbending, earning her the title of champion once more.

“La’s fins,” Y/N muttered at the same time as Sokka cried out in protest, the defeat of his thirty minute hero sending him into hysterics.

“How did she do that?” Katara marveled, a question that Aang answered with a growing grin.

“She waited and listened.” The words followed the exact advice that King Bumi had given Aang, which is why it wasn’t all that surprising when he stood up and started walking over to the stairs down to the stage.

“Where are you going?” Y/N asked.

“I think we might’ve found my earthbending master,” he responded.

“Be careful!” Katara yelled. Aang gave her a thumbs up and smile before continuing on his path, and she sighed as she glanced at Y/N. “I hope this works out.”

~~~~~

It didn’t work out.

Y/N was beginning to think that Gaoling was cursed, or at least they were — they were having horrible luck in the city.

Xin Fu had offered a bag of gold pieces up to anyone who could beat the Blind Bandit, and though Aang had just wanted to talk he ended up unwillingly taking on the challenge. He managed to beat her with some stealthy airbending, but after the accidental humiliation she wasn’t willing to talk to Aang. Once again, they were back to square one, wandering through the streets with little to go off of.

“I’m telling you, she was the girl from my vision! I had my chance to talk to her, and I blew it.”

Aang hadn’t stopped beating himself up after the disaster that had occured, switching between mourning the lost opportunity and feeling horrible for embarrassing her in front of the whole crowd. All Y/N and Katara could do was try and keep his spirits up while they tried to figure out what to do next.

“Whaddya mean you blew it?” Sokka grinned as he patted the bag by his side then the championship belt. Aang willingly gave it up to the Water Tribe boy, wanting no part in the victory he had scored, and Sokka seemed to be having the time of his life with it. “I’ve got to admit, I’m really glad I got this bag now. It matches the belt perfectly.”

Katara rolled her eyes and exhaled slowly, shooting Y/N a look that she knew all too well by now — the ‘I love my brother with all my heart, but for the love of Kuruk he’s going to drive me insane’ look. “That is a big relief.”

“It’s okay, Aang,” Y/N reassured. “This whole journey has been about doing the impossible, right? We’ll find her, and we’ll change her mind. I’m sure of it.”

Aang gave her a grateful look and nodded. “Well.. if we want to find the Blind Bandit, then the Earthbending Academy is a great place to start.”

After a quick visit to said academy and some Katara intimidation tactics that were rapidly becoming one of Y/N’s new favorite things, they were en route to the Beifong estate. Dubbed the ‘richest people in the town (and probably the whole world)’ with the symbol of a flying boar, it was their best bet to try and find the Blind Bandit, despite the boys’ claims of there being no Beifong daughters.

“That’s the flying boar from my vision!” Aang exclaimed in a whisper. “Come on!”

They all creeped around the wall to a part that they could jump over, and as Aang airbended himself down Y/N expressed her concern for their hasty mission.

“Are you sure that this is a good idea? You heard what those boys said — these people are super rich; they had guards at the gate! We have no idea what we’re getting into.”

“We have to at least try,” Aang insisted. “She was the girl in my vision, and she earthbends the same way Bumi said my teacher would. Guards or not, we have to find a way.”

She sighed and tried to push all thoughts of caution to the side — it was almost like she had forgotten the kind of journey she had signed herself up for. “...Okay. Let’s do it.” Sokka and Katara had already jumped down and before she could think better of it, she followed them over.

They wandered into the courtyard, trying to stay as hidden as they could in broad daylight as they peeked out behind a bush, when all of a sudden she heard a loud rumble. Before Y/N could react, the earth beneath them was lifted up, launching them all into the air and blowing any sort of cover they had with their surprised yells.

They all landed hard in bushes except for Sokka, unlucky enough to earn a spot in the dirt, and when she looked up to see who their assailant was she was met with a young girl in a fancy dress — Y/N was sure this girl was a Beifong.

“What are you doing here, Twinkle Toes?” she asked, annoyance very clearly laced into her tone.

“How did you know it was me?” he questioned.

“Don’t answer to Twinkle Toes!” Sokka groaned. “It’s not manly!”

“You’re the one whose bag matches his belt,” Katara muttered as she stood up, brushing leaves off of her tunic before offering a hand to help Y/N up.

She gratefully accepted it, taking a moment to smooth her ruffled clothes, then turned her attention to the girl. “The Blind Bandit is a Beifong. I never would’ve guessed.”

“That’s because no one knows,” the girl shot back, crossing her arms. “The public doesn’t know that I exist, and my family doesn’t know the Blind Bandit is their precious daughter. So how did you find me?”

Aang airbended himself up from the bush as he began rambling. “Well, a crazy king told me I had to find an earthbender who listens to the earth. And then I had a vision in a magic swamp—”

The girl raised an eyebrow, obviously not buying his story, and Y/N cut in. “He’s the Avatar, and he needs to master earthbending in order to defeat the Fire Lord. With your skills, we think you’d be the perfect fit.”

“Not my problem,” she stated, already beginning to walk away. “Now get out of here, or I’ll call the guards.”

“Look!” Sokka protested, taking a step towards her. “We all have to do our part to win this war, and yours is to teach Aang earthbending!”

The girl didn’t even seem to consider Sokka’s offer before she started yelling, easily switching from the bluntness she wielded as the Blind Bandit into the image of a noble girl, sounding genuinely fearful with her cry. “Guards! Guards, help!”

“Oh, you little—” Sokka grabbed Y/N’s hand before she was able to vent her frustration in a more explicit way as they all sprinted away, managing to get out of sight with a little bit of assistive airbending before the guards showed up.

“Toph, what happened?” The two men immediately began to look around the area, watchful eyes searching for any sign of danger.

“I thought I heard someone,” she said, the lie slipping out effortlessly. “I got scared.”

“You know your father doesn't want you wandering the grounds without supervision, Toph.” Once the guards had deemed the courtyard safe, the trio began to walk away, and Y/N huffed.

“I’m telling you, this city is bad luck.”

~~~~~

Why did this have to be the one time that she was right?

Aang had come up with a plan to get inside the Beifong estate that was so simple, it couldn’t go wrong. He would just reveal himself as the Avatar and convince them into letting Toph teach him.

But it went wrong. Of course it went wrong, because why would something ever go right for them?

Toph and Aang had gotten into some kind of passive aggressive competition at dinner, which had turned into plain old aggressive after they pulled out their bending. After an equally tense dessert they were allowed to stay in one of their guest rooms, the comfort of a noble estate a welcome refresher after countless nights camping on the ground.

While Toph and Aang went out into the courtyard to talk together in private, Y/N sat on the floor conversing with Sokka and Katara.

“Do you really think that this girl is the master we’re looking for?” she asked as she stared up at the lanterns hanging down from the ceiling. “She’s very… abrasive.”

“You saw her skills at that earthbending thing,” Katara said. “Like her or not, you can’t deny that she’s good. She fits the description that King Bumi gave Aang, and she was in her vision. It can’t just be a coincidence.”

“Hey, maybe if she joins us we can get her to enter in a bunch more competitions!” Sokka hadn’t taken off the belt since he had got it, resulting in more than a few shared looks between Y/N and Katara. He was really into wrestling.

Y/N snorted. “Yeah, I doubt she really wants anything to do with us, especially after what she pulled with Aang at dinner.”

Katara shrugged. “She seemed sorry about it when she came in earlier. Her parents really have no idea about what she’s doing, though. I think getting through to them is going to be harder than convincing her.”

Just when she mentioned the Beifong parents, the patriarch appeared in the doorway. “My apologies for interrupting your evening, but have any of you seen my daughter?”

“She was in here a little while ago talking with Aang,” Y/N supplied. “I’m pretty sure they went out into the courtyard.”

He grumbled as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “She knows she isn’t allowed outside without a guard accompanying her — why does she insist on being difficult? Thank you — please continue on with your evening.”

Y/N fixed her friends with a curious look, one they all shared. It only took a second before they had all jumped to their feet, racing to follow Master Beifong outside and see what all of it was about.

No sooner had they stepped into the open air when they heard the cry of a woman, the sound of distress coming from Poppy Beifong at the sight in front of her and her husband. There were two holes in the ground, rectangular in shape, along with a note and a dagger — there was no sign of either child.

“Whoever took Aang and Toph left this,” Sokka said as he pulled the dagger out of the ground. Katara plucked the note from the blade and began to read:

“‘If you want to see your daughter again, bring five hundred gold pieces to the arena.’ It's signed Xin Fu and The Boulder.”

“Spirits,” Y/N muttered, peeking over her friend’s shoulder to get a look at the ink letters herself.

“Spirits is right,” Sokka echoed as he took the letter from his sister’s hands. “I can’t believe it — I have The Boulder’s autograph!”

Y/N elbowed Sokka and glared at him, gesturing to the grieving couple at her side. “Not the time.”

Lao Beifong rubbed a comforting hand on his wife’s back as he turned to the earthbending teacher. “Master Yu, I need you to help me get my daughter back.”

“We’re going with you,” Katara insisted. “Aang’s in danger too.”

Master Beifong nodded as Poppy wiped a tear from her cheek, walking over to the holes in the dirt and kneeling down in front of them. “Poor Toph,” she murmured. “She must be so scared.”

After discussing the plan of attack, the group left for the arena as Lady Beifong retired for the night. The two elders led the way, leaving the trio to talk amongst themselves once more.

“We can never have a normal stay in a town, huh?” Y/N muttered, playing with a small orb of water in the air to keep her mind off of what they were walking into. “It’s either nearly dying, getting kidnapped, or getting chased. You guys are cursed.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Sokka refuted. “We just… really have a knack for getting into trouble.”

Katara sighed as she rubbed her arms, the cool night air getting to her. “I just hope Aang’s okay. I know he can hold his own, but…”

“He’s going to be fine.” Y/N had no idea how Sokka was simultaneously the group pessimist and optimist, but surprisingly, she found herself believing his words. “Toph is crazy good, and Aang is the freaking Avatar! Besides, nothing’s going to happen to them anyways. They’re just after the money, and once they get it, they’ll let them go.”

“You sound pretty sure of this whole process,” Y/N noted.

He gave her a sheepish smile and rubbed the back of his head. “Back home, when we were younger, I… might’ve held some of Katara’s dolls for a seal jerky ransom whenever I was hungry and bored.”

Katara shook her head but couldn’t stop the grin on her lips. “Things were so simple back then, when the worst thing I had to worry about was protecting my toys.” Her smile turned wistful for a moment, but as she met Y/N’s eyes she was able to see the warmth she carried in them. “But... I think I’m okay with the complicated we have now.”

Sokka bumped shoulders with Y/N and winked. “Yeah. I am too.”

~~~~~

Before they knew it, they had arrived at the arena. The five of them stood side by side near the entrance, Xin Fu and The Boulder on the other end with two cages hanging above them.

“Toph!” Master Beifong cried out for his daughter, his eyes widening slightly as the metal cases came into view.

“Here’s your money,” Sokka said, holding up a bag of gold coins provided by the Beifongs before he set it down on the ground. “Now let them go.”

Master Yu bent the bag over to the two men with a stomp of his foot, and after a quick confirmation that they weren’t scamming him, a cage was lowered down. Toph landed on the ground when the bottom opened, and she immediately ran over to her father.

“What about Aang?” Katara asked, poising the question that both Y/N and Sokka were thinking.

Xin Fu unfurled a poster, revealing it to be Aang’s wanted poster from the Fire Nation, and Y/N felt a chill run down her spine. “I think the Fire Nation will pay a hefty price for the Avatar — now get out of my ring.”

So these were the kind of people that they were dealing with — not only were they willing to kidnap children for their own gain, but they were going to turn the world’s last hope over to the Fire Nation for a pretty copper piece.

“Still think The Boulder is all that?” Y/N whispered to Sokka as she flipped open the cap on her waterskin, Katara doing the same.

“Not the time,” he muttered, echoing her earlier scolding as well as her stance as he placed a hand on his club. She opened her mouth to retort, but she found herself at a loss for words as the situation got all the more dire.

All of the earthbenders that they had seen earlier that day at the ring emerged in various ways, each sporting their signature flair — they might’ve been committing treason, but at least they were showing off their brand while doing it.

Aang must’ve been able to see the fear on their faces from his spot up in the cage, because in his own signature fashion, he waved a hand gesturing for them to leave. “Go! I’ll be okay!”

The three of them began to back up as the earthbenders moved ever closer towards them, the unsaid threat hanging in the air.

“We’re not leaving you!” Y/N yelled, determined. She wasn’t going to lose another friend — not again.

“We can’t fight them all!” Sokka protested. “You saw how they were all pummeling each other at the competition!”

Katara turned towards the entrance, calling out to the exiting Beifongs in a desperate last chance. “Toph, there’s too many of them! We need an earthbender — we need you!”

Lao looked appalled at the idea of his daughter fighting at all, and he only squeezed her hand tighter. “My daughter is blind. She is blind and tiny and helpless and fragile. She cannot help you!”

“Forgive me Master Beifong, but you don’t know your daughter at all!” Y/N joined Katara, hoping that their combined pleas would change the patriarch’s mind. “I’ve been all through the Earth Kingdom, and she’s the best earthbender I’ve ever seen, better than her own master. You’re holding her back.”

He glared at Y/N in disgust as he shook his head. “How dare you try and tell me what my daughter is capable of? How could you possibly know anything about her? She cannot possibly help you!”

“Yes. I can.”

Toph pulled her hand out of her father’s grasp and walked back towards the arena, to both her father and her master’s shock.

In the time it had taken to convince the girl to fight for them, the group of fighters had already considered the night a victory. They had begun walking out the other entrance, Aang’s cage in tow, when Toph’s earthbending stopped them in place.

“Let them go!” she yelled, standing her ground in front of the trio. “I beat you all before, and I’ll do it again.”

“The Boulder takes issue with that comment.” Another one of the fighters threw Aang’s cage to the side, and as the three of them all took a step forward at the same time, Toph stopped them by spreading her arms.

“Wait.” All of the fighters began running towards her at once, and though Y/N felt the instinct to pull them all out of the way, something about Toph’s rock solid confidence allowed her to stay put. “They’re mine.”

The three of them watched in nothing less than pure amazement as she pushed them all back with a feat of earthbending like no other, and Y/N could hardly believe that such a small girl had so much power within her. The crushed rocks in the ring created a huge cloud of dust, and as Toph walked into it, the three of them snapped out of their reverie and ran over to Aang’s cage to try and free him.

Sokka picked up a rock and started banging on the cage while Katara pulled at the other end, but the only thing they were able to create was a whole lot of noise.

“Hit it harder!” Aang insisted, earning him a glare from the Water Tribe boy.

“I’m trying!”

“Wait.” Y/N kneeled down next to the cage and inhaled deeply, her exhale coming out as an icy mist. It settled around the lock, freezing on contact, and she stood up and nodded at Sokka. “Now try.”

He hit it once more with the rock and it immediately broke, causing Aang to tumble out of the now open end of the cage. He sprung back up in a fighting stance, but Sokka shook his head and gestured at the raging battle. Though it was still covered up by the dust, they were still able to hear all of the noise, as well as the growing pile of defeated fighters down at the bottom of the ring.

Katara grinned at Y/N, gesturing at the broken lock with her head. “Nice moves. All that training is paying off, huh?”

She laughed and shrugged, trying to tamp down on the heat rushing to her cheeks but unable to. “You can’t even say that with what we’re in the midst of.”

She rolled her eyes with a laugh. “Hey, you’re kind of my student. I’m going to call out every good thing you do whether you like it or not.”

They were able to witness the final match of the seven on one fight, but Toph hardly even broke a sweat against Xin Fu as she sent him flying into the seats, right in between her father and Master Yu.

Y/N was sure of one thing after tonight: Toph Beifong was meant to be Aang’s earthbending teacher. She could only hope they would be able to get her to come along.

~~~~~

“Please escort the Avatar and his friends out. They are no longer welcome here.”

Of course that was how it ended.

After a heartfelt speech from Toph, Y/N almost thought that her father would cave and allow her to come with them. It would be an honor for anyone, and she figured the patriarch would want the world to know that he was the father of the greatest earthbender in the world.

But she had forgotten the unspoken rule that nothing could work out for them, and instead of leaving with an earthbending prodigy in tow, they ended up being escorted off the premises by guards with a threat if they ever came back.

“What did I say?” Y/N proclaimed, glaring at the Beifong estate in the distance as she helped load things onto Appa’s saddle. “This city hates us. I vote that we never come back.”

“I dunno,” Sokka said with a shrug. “Even though all those earthbending guys tried to kill us, they still knew how to put on a show. I think wrestling might be my thing. Aang, remind me to pick up a career in wrestling after we defeat the Fire Nation.”

He sighed, and she suspected that he wasn’t really hearing anything they were saying. Losing someone like Toph was hard, especially when they were all so sure she was who his earthbending teacher had to be.

“Don’t worry,” Katara reassured. “There are plenty of amazing earthbenders out there.”

“Not like her,” he murmured as he stared at the moon. For once, Y/N didn’t have anything encouraging to say — she agreed with him wholeheartedly.

After handing off the last pack to Sokka, she got up into the saddle and took her usual seat next to him. She raised a brow as he polished the championship belt. “You’re still wearing that thing, even after all of them kidnapped Aang and tried to kill us?”

“Fashion is fashion!” he said defensively. “I’m not just going to let go of the coolest thing I’ve ever owned just because of that little mishap. If I let everything that tried to kill me go, then I wouldn’t have a sister.”

Katara hit him on the shoulder playfully but the joke still got a laugh out of the two of them. Aang took the reins and was about to begin their ascent into the night when they all heard panting. His eyes widened in surprise as the young Beifong, now changed out of her traditional wear, ran out of the bushes with a bag on her back.

“Toph! What are you doing here?”

“My dad changed his mind,” she said with an exhausted smile. “He said I was free to travel the world.”

Y/N, Sokka, and Katara all met each other’s eyes with disbelieving looks, but they had been through too much to try and get an earthbending teacher for Aang. Even if she was lying, she was still here. And that might’ve been the best they could hope for.

“Well, we’d better get out of here,” Sokka said. “Before your dad changes his mind again.”

“Good idea.”

“You’re going to be a great teacher, Toph.” Aang couldn’t keep the grin off of his face, the dismay from just seconds ago now completely gone.

“Speaking of which, I want to show you something.”

“Okay!”

Bless Aang’s naive heart — as soon as he hopped off of Appa, Toph stomped her foot on the ground, sending him flying into a nearby tree with her earthbending. “Now we’re even,” she grinned. “Oh, and I’ll take the belt back.”

Sokka sighed and unbuckled it from his waist, staring wistfully at the prize before dropping it down for her.

“Sokka, wait—!” But Y/N’s warning rang out too late as the belt landed square on Toph’s head, earning an “ow!” as she fell to the ground. “Did you already forget that she was blind?” she asked, exasperated.

He smiled sheepishly and scratched the back of his head, leaning over the side of the saddle. “Sorry.”

Despite the injuries, everyone found themselves laughing over the absurdity of it all. And soon enough, they were flying off into the night, one earthbending master heavier.

“Welcome to the team, Rocky,” Y/N grinned. “I think you’re gonna fit in just fine.”

“My sister, a Northern girl, the Avatar, and now a Beifong with a temper,” Sokka sighed. “If any spirits are listening right now, give me the strength to survive this journey.”

Everyone laughed once more, and she caught Sokka’s small smile, pleased that he had managed to lighten the mood once more. She leaned back against the saddle, crossing her arms against her chest, and took a deep breath, letting the chaos of the day roll off of her like water.

A smile of her own graced her lips as the full moon came into view, and as she looked at her group of friends illuminated by the moonlight, she felt the same happiness that she had the first night she met the Avatar and his friends.

She elbowed Sokka lightly and gestured up at the moon with her head once he turned to her. “With her watching over, I think we’re going to be just fine.”

He smiled as his eyes flicked up to the moon, and though there was a feel of reminiscing to his expression he looked genuinely relaxed. The memory of Yue still hurt, but talking about it had helped. No longer did she remember pain when she thought of the princess, rather the early memories of their first meeting, and every laugh and smile they shared together.

And as Sokka wrapped his arm around her in a move she had come to associate with brotherly comfort, he nodded. “I think you’re right.”

And as she leaned her head against Sokka’s shoulder, eyes fluttering shut and sleep slowly creeping in as the exhaustion from the day began to take over, she truly felt at peace.

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Never Have I Ever - Harry Styles

this is very random and just a lil somethin’, bc i secretly dream about being on one of these shows and meeting one of my crushes lmao, not me pretending to be at an interview in my own kitchen, hah, not at all!

hi hello so im adding this after this was posted. i randomly turned this into a series so you can find further parts for this in the series masterpost!

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“It’s so good to have you here, it’s been quite some time since the last time you sat in this chair, am I right?” Ellen asked with a warm smile as you nodded.

“Yeah, I’ve been busy, I guess,” you chuckle tugging your hair behind your ear.

“I mean, of course. You starred in two movies since then and even got nominated for an Emmy as well for your role in The Umbrella Academy!” she lists and the audience starts cheering on your successes. “Of course you’ve been busy, but I’m glad you had time to drop by for a talk. So, let’s talk about your upcoming movie. You’ll be co-stars with Zendaya and Finn Wolfhard, it’s a quite interesting cast.”

“Yes! I’m very excited to work with them, I just met Zendaya the other day and though I’M yet to meet Finn I’m sure we will get along well.”

“What was your first impression about Zendaya?”

“Oh, she is very sweet and funny, I think working with her will be more like just a fun activity,” you admit chuckling and Ellen nods in agreement.

“I bet. Alright. So let’s talk about quarantine, it was a rather huge part of the year, where did you spend it?”

“I went home to my family, so I quarantined with them in my hometown.”

“And what did you do mostly?”

“We played a lot of board games and my mom taught me to cook,” you admit with a shy chuckle.

“Yeah, we had the luck to see parts of that,” Ellen chuckles as a video of you and your mom in the kitchen appears on the big screen behind you. It was posted to your Instagram when she attempted to teach you how to make her famous meatloaf. “It seems like you are a natural talent in the kitchen.”

“Well, I haven’t burned it down, so it’s going fine,” you chuckle.

“Alright, and what else did you do? Seen any good movies or discovered some new artists in the world of music?”

“Oh, absolutely. I definitely watched everything I’ve been postponing and I got to listen to new music, so now I have a few new favorites,” you admit smiling.

“Have you been listening to Harry Styles lately?” she asks and you find the question a little odd and very… specific.

“I mean, yes, but it wasn’t anything new, I really like his music,” you admit truthfully. “He is a great artist for sure.”

“Have you been at any of his concerts by any chance?” she asks and you notice that the audience is getting a little excited over something, but you don’t pay too much attention to it.

“Not yet, but I hope it’s gonna happen one day.”

“Well, I think I can get you tickets to see him,” a voice speaks up from behind you and immediately, the audience starts cheering as your head snaps around and you see none other than Harry Styles standing behind you. Your mouth hangs open as you feel yourself blushing, he is so tall and handsome, dressed in a bright blue suit with a silver shirt underneath, smiling down at you widely as he walks around the armchairs to greet you.

“Oh shit, I was not expecting this,” you breathe out as you stand up and hug him shortly before he moves over to greet Ellen as well.

“’M glad you like my music, Love,” he smiles as he sits in the armchair next to you and you swear you see him wink at you.

“We thought you wouldn’t mind our other guest joining in,” Ellen explains Harry’s appearance.

“Not at all,” you smile shaking your head. Harry has been your celebrity crush for quite a while, but the two of you just never crossed paths, until now.

“’S very nice to meet yeh,” he nods in your way.

“Same goes for you.”

“Okay, so now that Harry is here, I thought that we could play a little game,” Ellen announces reaching for something next to her armchair.

“Oh man,” you breathe out earning a round of laughter from the audience. “Last time we played something you asked me the most embarrassing burning questions!” you whine thinking back how you had to admit that you sleep with your lights on when it’s raining outside.

“We’ll do something similar this time too,” she chuckles before handing out two round boards to you and Harry as well.

“Oh fo’ fuck’s sake!” Harry groans making the audience laugh again. “Not this!”

“I know you loved it when we played it the last time,” Ellen grins as Harry hides his face behind the board that’s now showing his I HAVE sign towards the cameras. “We’re gonna play Never Have I Ever, I think you both know the rules.”

“Yes, this is why I want to run away now,” you mumble under your breath.

“I’m going with yeh,” Harry smirks at you finally letting his board drop to his knees. Seemingly, the audience is enjoying your misery.

“Don’t be babies, it’s gonna be fun!” “For who? Not me!” Harry exclaims making everyone in the studio laugh. “Should’ve asked what we’re gonna do before I said yes.”

“Too late, Harry. Alright, let’s start,” Ellen announces as she takes her card in her hands, picking the first one and she reads the lines on it. “Never have I ever had a crush on someone I worked with.”

You huff as you turn your board so the I HAVE side is facing the camera, while Ellen has the same side showing, but Harry shows the I HAVE NEVER.

“Never?” you ask Harry.

“Well, what do yeh mean by working with?” he asks with narrow eyes as he taps on his chin.

“Anyone you had any relations with through a job.”

“Well then…” he sighs turning the board, earning some cheering.

“Okay. Never have I ever drunk texted someone and regretted it in the morning,” Ellen continues with the next question.

“Oh, too often,” you blurt out holding up the I HAVE side.

“What did yeh write?” Harry asks with a cheeky smile while he holds up the same side.

“Well, there are just too many, I can’t choose,” you admit laughing. “I often tend to write down my feelings when I had a little too much to drink and then send it without a second thought.”

“Then I better get yeh drunk to find out what yeh think about me,” Harry teases and you hear a loud “ooh” coming from the audience while you can only hope your make up covers the blush on your cheeks.

“I’d need your number for that to happen,” you say arching an eyebrow at him.

“That’s something we can easily fix,” he smirks.

“Okay, before the two of you go on your first date right away, let’s finish the game,” Ellen jokes and you both turn to her. “Never have I ever kissed someone I didn’t know.”

“What do you mean by knowing someone?” you ask to clarify.

“Let’s say you didn’t even know their name,” she adds and as you think about it, you hold up the I HAVE NEVER side first, but then flip it over.

“Oh, something popped into yeh mind?” Harry teases while he holds up the I HAVE side as well.

“I guess I just want to forget about it, but I can’t,” you admit chuckling awkwardly.

“Were you drunk or you just didn’t care to ask for their name?” Ellen questions.

“I’ve had quite a few drinks if I’m being honest. But I think he told me his name, I just didn’t catch it,” you admit.

“Poor guy, he is completely forgotten,” Harry chimes in shaking his head in a dramatic way.

“Alright, we have two more questions. Never have I ever had a friend with benefits.”

“This game sucks!” you snap as you hold up the I HAVE side, making the audience laugh. “You’re making me look like such a bad person!” you whine to Ellen.

“Don’t feel so bad, Harry is in the same shoe!” she chuckles and turning to the man on your right you see that Harry has the same side showing and a very cheeky smirk on his lips.

“How did it end?” you ask out of curiosity. You know how yours ended, in a horrible fight, because he wanted more, but you were in it just for the fun.

“Not in the best way, if I’m bein’ honest,” he clears his throat leaning back in his seat. “How about yours?”

“Same,” you nod chuckling.

“I guess it was a learning lesson for the both of you,” Ellen smirks before reading the last question. “Never have I ever ghosted somebody.”

“Shit,” you mumble, trying to hide your smirk as you hold up the I HAVE side. Harry thinks to himself before doing the same. Leaning forward he checks yours and your eyes meet for a moment.

“I think it would be an honor to anyone to be ghosted by yeh,” he teases you making you roll your eyes. “Wha’? ‘M telling the truth!” he chuckles.

“Wanna get on the list of my ghosted people?” you joke raising your eyebrows at him and he immediately holds his hands up.

“Would rather not.” He places a hand over his heart before smiling in your way sweetly. “Tha’ would break m’ heart.”

“Oh come on!” you chuckle feeling the heat crawling up your neck and cheeks as the audience lets out a soft “aww” at his words.

“Alright, thank you for playing, I think we found out some interesting things about the both of you.”

“Thanks for embarrassing us,” you add mumbling as you hand her back the board.

“It was a pleasure,” she chuckles. “We’ll be right back after a short break, please stay with us, we have more from Y/N and Harry coming right in your way, so stay tuned!” she announces as the crowd cheers.

“Friends with benefits, huh?” Harry asks smirking in your way as you fix your dress. You just shrug your shoulder trying to look casual when you feel so intimidated sitting next to him.

“Had to try it, I guess,” you admit.

“I get it,” he chuckles. “So, if I were to ask for yeh number, would I eventually be ghosted as well?”

You have to bite into your bottom lip to hide your growing smile at his attempt to flirt with you.

“We’ll see. You gotta ask for it first,” you tell him with a knowing smile, hoping to look flirty and light, not the nervous wreck that you truly feel like talking to him.

“I think my dressing room is two doors down yours, so expect me to drop by after this,” he smirks, making your heart skip a beat before Ellen starts speaking and the taping continues.

NEXT PART

[smellsfaintlyofvanilla]

hiii!!! can i request a hange x reader fic where they are having a being intimate or having a moment and Levi walks in. and is like wtf. but praises hange on their choice of women? ( could you use a mix of they and she for hange please!)

Absolutely!

I just know Levi would be the type to act disgusted, but internally he's actually really happy for Hange that they finally found somebody :')

Quickly

(Zoe Hange x Reader)

AU: Canon

Warnings: None

Category: Fluff, a little smut but they get caught lmao

Summary: Hange is busy doing work when their S/O comes to visit them, so they let them stay for a bit. But, as soon as they get to fooling around, Hange realizes they forgot to lock the door.

Words: 1.9K

"Knock knock."

You push the door to Hange's office open casually, not even waiting for any sort of confirmation from them that you were allowed in—after all, Hange never said 'no' to any of your visits. It was essentially your office too now, since she had given you a spare key to "come over whenever you'd like and for whatever reason you'd like". You understood the implications of what she was saying, but pushed the thought to the back of your mind, accepting the key graciously.

"Ah, hello Y/n." Their voice echoed through the room, their back turned as she fiddled with some equipment and papers on her desk, working vigorously as usual. You shut the door behind you, stretching your arms above your head as you strolled over to your lover.

Your arms wrapped around her waist from behind the second you got close enough, burying your head in their neck—a cheeky way of getting their attention that never once failed.

"Baby, I'm working." She chuckled in mock protest, but based off of how quickly they dropped their tools and looked up from their papers, you doubted she was planning on stopping you.

"I know," You breathe against her neck, slowly and meticulously luring them further and further from her work. "But I missed you~."

"What do you want?" Hange suddenly asked. It wasn't in annoyance, but a genuine question. "Do you want something in particular?"

You sat there silently against her shoulder for a moment, pondering. What did you come here for? Mostly, you were just bored and lonely—stable duty wasn't the most appealing job—but you didn't have anything planned when you came over.

"I dunno..." You mumble. "Just wanted to see you..."

Hange chuckled, freeing herself from your grasp and turning to face you. "That's fine." They say, hooking their arms around your lower back to pull you up, and you wrap your legs around her waist as she starts walking.

After a few seconds, she'd sat down, and you heard the distinct scratching of the chair against the floor as she scooted forward. You were in their lap now, body pressed up against hers so closely that you could feel the rise and fall of their chest with each steady breath. They'd already scooted the chair up as close to their work desk as they could, and even your lower back was pressed semi-uncomfortably against her wooden desk, you didn't mind at all. Your legs were to either side of her, and you faced the back wall blankly.

"We can stay like this for a while." She muttered, her left hand slowly rubbing up and down your back while her right picked up the pen and started to fill out the stack of paperwork on her desk. You chuckled—Hange's inability to pry themselves from their work was evident as always.

You settled down, your breaths leveling to slow, easy pace as you buried your head in the crook of her neck, finding deep solace and tranquility in her embrace. Your eyes shut against her, and you slowly breathed in their scent. It was very distinct—somewhat musky, yet also smelling of ink and fresh paper. The tension evaporated from your muscles as you sunk further into them, the warmth of their body and the gentle rhythm of their heartbeat lulling you to sleep in her arms.

After a certain amount of time—you weren't quite sure how long—something stirred you awake, and a groan involuntarily left your lips as your eyes peeled open.

You were still in the chair, and in Hange's embrace, but the sound of pen on paper had ceased, and you could only assume that they had finished their a while back.

Her face was now pressed into your shoulder, and both of her hands had snaked under your shirt and onto the bare skin of your back. If you didn't know better, you'd assume she was asleep, but you heard a soft chuckle pass your lover's lips, the exhalation brushing warm air against the nape of your neck.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you. Are my hands too cold?" She spoke gently and quietly, a stark contrast to her usually loud tone. She didn't want to bother you with her usual loudness immediately after you had woken up.

"Now that you mention it, a little." You mumble, closing your eyes in a vain attempt at getting more rest.

"Sorry. Here, I'll move them." They make good on their words, removing their hands from yours and moving them up to your head, pulling it up from her shoulder. She cups your face in her hands, one side in each palm, and pulls you towards her face for a chaste kiss on the lips.

Finally starting to wake up, you move your lips back to hers after a moments hesitation. They return the kiss eagerly, hands moving to your shoulders, squeezing them lightly. Their lips are warm and soft against yours. Perhaps a little chapped, but you had long gotten used to the feeling.

Teasingly, Hange moves her hands down, letting them slink to your waist, purposefully dragging of the sides of your breasts on the way down. Their tongue left their mouth, dragging up your bottom lip teasingly.

You pull away in shock, wiping the small trail of saliva connecting the two. "H-Hange—!"

They lean their head back, letting out a hearty laugh. "Sorry, I just wanted to see what you would do!"

Despite playing it off as a joke, her hands never left your hips. In fact, their grip only tightened.

"Unless..." She teased, hands slowly riding up, causing your shirt to rise and expose your stomach. "You want to keep going?"

A pink tint rises to your cheeks as your shirt continued to rise up your stomach, Hange's eyes shamelessly staring down at your exposed skin, thoroughly enjoying the view.

"Hange~," You whined, squirming under their grasp and trying in vain to fight off the tingle in the pit of your stomach. "We're on duty, stop being horny!" You laughed, causing Hange to giggle as well.

"What's the harm in it? I've down my work, and so have you... You locked the door on the way in, you nobody'll catch us anyway. I'll be quick about it~..."

You sighed, debating on whether it's really worth it. After all, captain Levi would surely chew you out for it if he caught you and Hange getting frisky. But the door was locked, so you decided it would be alright. Just this once.

"Fine..." You sigh, "Just be quick about it."

Hange's eyes lit up with excitement at your permission, immediately pulling your shirt up, not taking it off completely, but pulling it up enough to expose your breasts, still hidden by your bra.

Hange's lips went to your chest almost instantly, peppering the area with brief kisses. Her hand slunk lower, cupping your crotch in her hand, causing you to hiss in a breath of air.

Her lips detach from your chest with a pop, smirking at you before moving up to gaze at your face—flushed and slight sweating from arousal.

She swooped in to kiss you, lips connecting with yours and moving against each other passionately. Slowly, but deliberately, her hand moved up and down, grinding against your clit through your clothing, making you squirm with impatience.

You whimpered quietly, the sound being muffled by Hange's mouth against yours. The two of you separated for a very brief moment, breathing heavily as saliva connected your lips, before you dove right back in, kissing more fervently than before.

Finally, you two pulled away, catching your breaths amongst the grips of passion. Panting, you put your forehead to theirs, smiling against her.

"I love you Hange." You exhaled, your warm breath teasing Hange's wet and parted lips.

"I love you too." She panted, emphasizing her point by grinding her hand against you a bit more forcefully this time, the pleasure causing you to moan quietly, spurring Hange on. "So hurry up and take your pants off."

You obey immediately, almost as if your body was moving on its own, unzipping your pants, preparing to slide out of them until a subtle noise behind you caught your attention. You turned your head in confusion, and your eyes widened at the sight of captain Levi, clearly unamused, in the doorway.

"L-Levi... Hi!" You sputter, fumbling desperately with the zipper of your pants in a desperate attempt to play off the situation. But it was too late, the damage had already been done.

Levi stared for a moment, his usual dead, unamused face ever so prominent. Finally, after a silence that felt like eternity, he sighed, stepping towards the desk.

He plopped down a stack on papers on Hange's desk, causing a few loose papers to blow from her desktop and onto the floor.

"You're on duty, Hange. You too, Y/n." He deadpans. "Now is not the time nor the place to be doing... this."

You look to the side out of embarrassment, pulling your shirt back down as you refused to meet his eye.

"Hange, Erwin needs these filled out by next week. Stop fooling around with Y/n and get it done."

"I-I apologize Levi, I'll get it done as soon as possible." Hange cleared her throat, trying her best not to sound affected, but her wavering voice betrayed her, clearly slightly embarrassed.

He scoffed as he turned his back, walking out as if this were a normal occurrence. "Yeah, yeah. I don't really care anyway, just make sure this gets done. And don't make a mess, either." He says, eyeing the clear disarray of the room.

He turns to leave, but stops in the frame of the door, turning to give Hange a side-eyed glance. "But, you know, for everyone in the Survey Corps, you chose a pretty good woman." He states, shutting the door immediately after his statement, preferring not to witness the calamity.

Hange breaks out into a fit of giggles while your entire face heats up into a red blush of embarrassment.

"Of all that," Hange sputters in between giggles. "Of all that, he chooses to focus on 'my choice of women'?!"

Meanwhile, you bury your face in your hands, wishing you could just sink into the floor and never be seen again. "I thought I locked the door..."

"I guess not, darling." They tease, planting a purposefully short kiss to the edge of your jawline. This time, you're more firm in your stance, taking a hand and putting it on her forehead, gently pushing them away from your neck.

"Nuh-uh! Not this time, Levi said you have work to do." You manage to regain your confidence enough to push Hange away.

"Ughhhh, fine." They groan dramatically, gently pushing you off their lap as they scoot their chair to their desk.

"You act as if it's your life support. You can go an hour without sex, Hange."

"Impossible." Hange retorts back immediately, a joking tone to her voice.

"Right," You sigh, stretching your arms above your head, "Anyway, I'm gonna take a nap on the couch." You plop down on the cushiony fabric, making yourself comfortable before pulling a blanket up to your shoulders.

"Okay," Hange's voice echoes from across the room. "Just don't be upset if I wake you up later."

You scoff quietly at the remark, rolling onto your side and closing your tired eyes. "You dork. I'm going to sleep. Love you."

"Love you, too." They reply immediately, ignoring the papers on her desk, staring at you instead.

You'd already fallen asleep—your exhaustion from the day catching up to you—and Hange took the moment to admire your beauty as you slept peacefully.

"I'll be waiting right here when you wake up, okay?"

This also isn't proofread, I have an appointment early tomorrow morning and I don't wanna fall asleep halfway through :'D

Hope you enjoyed anyway!

[tparker48]

Request for Forever-1234567899

Tim was shrunk due to one of the cites catastrophes, he had to manage to find a job somewhere that would be willing to hire someone at you size. Unfortunate no one would take him up on his offer as each turned it down. That is until one fellow appeared from one of the alleys and approached him.

"Hey shrimp, i hear you're looking for a high paying job"

"Y-yeah i am. Do you any that'd be willing" Tim asked.

"Oh I'd say there pretty willing. Interested?"

"Yes! God yes!"

"Splendid, let me take you there" the fellow lowered a hand to the ground as he waited for Tim to step up.

Tim was hesitant at first, butt he soon hopped aboard as the giant began to move. It was a quiet walk as the sound of the city echoed in the area before the giant turned a corner and went into an apartment. The giant soon entered into a room as Tim was placed onto the bed.

"Nice digs, i love the color pattern on the walls. Oh! I didn't quite catch your name, and what's that job you were talking about" Tim said excitingly. His attention looking around the bed before a light thud brought hus gaze to the giant. His shorts were lowered over his thighs as the as the back of hus underwear was pulled down.

"The only name you call me, is boss. And your job is being a prop for my show" he says.

Tim was thinking he was joking, but the sudden hand reaching over to him said otherwise. He tried getting off the bed, but it wasn't enough as his entire body was lifted up and mushed between the tender flesh of his crack.

"Hey! I didn't sign up for this! Gah-" the mounds of flesh drew closer as the Tim could feel the hole clench at his back. The area would soon envelope his body as the tender muscle would begin to roll themselves ontop of him. Each stroke increasing the frowsty smelly as the walls got slick.

"First rule of the job, no whining while working got it?" The giant gave his ass a slight as he felt tim's back against his pucker. The feeling encourage him to hold his cheeks together as he teasingly began to pucker up his hole to bring him closer.

"Alright alright, i get it! No whining!" Tim managed timo muffle from with the muscle.

"Good, now for my offer. I got some picture I need to take for a client of mine. He demands pictures of a tiny inside my ass, so you're hear to ensure he gets it"

"But why does it have to be me!"

"What did i say about whining"

"Er- R-right sir, or..boss"

"That's better. Now, if you must know, not many who shrunk to your size are not so keen on walking about the city. Something that you foolishly did on your own. And since you're the only i got, you're gonna do it. If you want your pay, you gotta ensure the client is happy" The giant said.

"So all i have to do is participate in your pictures, that's it"

"Yes, and you can return to your life freely. IF the client is satisfied"

"Okay, doesn't sound too bad...so what type of pictures is he looking for?" Tim saw the mounds of flesh begin to mounds of flesh begin to open as two fingers would stick themselves in and fondle at his body. Hus body would twist against the walls until his back was parallel to the giant's pucker and his hand and feel were planted into the sides of his cheeks.

"The first, he wants a picture of a tiny stretching my cheeks apart. Without help he implied" the giant said.

"Push them apart! How am i even supposed to lift them"

"Guess you gotta figure that out. Get to it" the giant aligned his ass towards the mirror as he held the camera in his hands. He looked back at his cheeks as he saw them begin to part and wobble. Constantly, Tim's body would appear between the moon like glutes before they clapped back together. Hits grunts and pushes felt as the giant got a hard on in the process.

Attempt after attempt, the you would see he cheeks clap themselves together as they hid Tim from sight. "Come on runt, the client hasn't got all day".

"Easier said than done when you're trying part a whole ass! Gah!" Tim's hands would constantly slip between the cheeks walls as the muscles compressed him into a musty embrace. The flesh now feel warm as the humidity inside increased. It took a couple of trial and errors, but Tim managed to get a hold he pressed with all his might. His front side would appear between the giants cheeks in the mirrors as he pushed them as far as he can. "Take the shot!".

"Hang on, i need to get the camera focused. A little bit here and..."

"Take the shot damn it! Im slipping!"

"...there" just as the giant said that, the cheeks would clench back together as Tims grunts muffled from between.

"Not bad runt, the client seems happy with that one"

"Nuh, he better be" Tim mumbled.

"What was that"

"N-nothing boss! So, is that only one he needs?"

"Far from it, he wants one more"

"And what's that" Tim muffled. The area would soon begin to compact as the giant as s would begin to compress. A thick fabric would manage to slither its way between the giants cheeks as Tim's body was brought closer to the puckered hole behind him.

"He want a picture of you pushing out of my ass with my underwear on. Even highlighted "with handprints" in red" the giant said.

"Seriously!" Tim gritted from the compact space.

"Very, now get to it" the giant placed both hands on his cheeks as he brought close together. The fabric along with Tim would bulge forward as his grunts muffled from behind the wooled fabric. "Best get to pushin. The camera is set on a timer of 5 seconds. So im not letting up the pressure til i get a good picture for the client" the giant could feel the lile stretches in between his ass as his pucker could feel Tim's feet kicking against it. The fabric would buck in the mirror, but there would be no bulge.

"How does it look out there?"

"Pitiful" the giant snerked.

"I meant the handprints!"

"There are none, push harder" the giant clenched his body a little as the pressure increased slightly. It pushed the mounds of flesh against Tim as he was pressed in the blue fabric. His face outlined from the center as the glutes morphed around the tight fabric. "Well, its not hands, but it'll do" the giant clenched his cheeks once more as the bulged face got bigger. But on the inside, Tim would begin to notice am his lower half was being pushed into his hole. He tried getting the giant's attention but the fabric only silenced them. The giant continued clenching his ass more of the bulged face appeared, but after the last snapshot was taking from the timer was when he stopped.

He soon picked up his as he looked at the pictures captured. Each slide showing Tim's face bulging from the underwear. "Yeah, he'll like those. Alright runt, that's enough. You've earned pay" the giant says looming in the mirror. He pulled down the fabric, but could see Tim. "Hmm?" Pulling them more down, he parted his cheeks apart to show Tim gripping along the rim of his hole.

"Great, you got your pictures! Now can you get me out of your hole before it sucks me in?"

"Hold on.." The giant reached over towards his phone as he aligned it near his ass. Then with a flash, the hole would clench tighter as the giant checked the picture. "Mmm, no that's a picture i think he would like".

"Good, now get me out your ass please boss"

"Fine Fine, i'll let you" **ping** "hmm..."

"What? What's wrong" Before Tim knew it, the underwear's flap would begin to stretch overhead as the sealed him inside. "Hey! What are you doing?!"

"Change of plans runt. Looks like my hunch was correct, the really did like that picture. Insisted he payed double if i sent him more" the giant continued to redress as he took another picture.

"What, no! Grg! I didn't sign up for that! Let me out of here!"

"Pipe down will ya, you're killing the vibe. I'll let you out tomorrow...Or the next day. I don't know we'll see" with that the giant pulled up his shorts as he began to walk out the door. With Tim struggling to get out as the mounds of flesh and must compressed around him.

[hongism]

call me maybe - s. mingi 18+

day 22 of kinktober: guided masturbation - song mingi  warnings: video call sex, mutual masturbation, guided masturbation, camboy mingi, client reader, cum eating, daddy kink, dirty talk wc: 1.6k genre: pwp, smut, 18+

“Touch yourself for me.” The command is spoken in a clean and crisp tone, one that compels you to obey without any hesitation. A chill takes over your whole body and surges through your veins. You snake a hand down the bare expanse of your chest. 

On any other day, you would feel embarrassed to be so exposed and on display in front of a total stranger. However, the sight of his hard and leaking cock before you makes you gain much more confidence in the show you’re putting on. Somehow you wouldn’t call Song Mingi a total stranger either — he’s a camboy you’ve been watching for several months now, so you’ve had the pleasure of seeing him in intimate and exposed positions like the one the two of you are in now, but this is a whole different level.

As his hand drags over his thick length, you release a small whimper. You want nothing more than to be able to reach through the computer screen and replace his large hard with your significantly smaller one, see the way his cock sits against your palm and makes you look even smaller. His tanned skin glows under the yellow lights of his room, causing the sheen of sweat over his chest to glimmer. Were you able to be there in person, you’re confident that you would ravish his whole body with your tongue and leave his covered in sweet love bites. Almost as though he reads your mind, Mingi hums and reaches up to tweak his nipple. It draws a deep moan from his full and swollen lips. Just as he moans, your own hand finds your sopping folds. The amount of arousal there should be embarrassing, but Mingi merely arches a brow as he looks at the display before him on his own screen.

How did you get so lucky again? Manage to win a one on one video call with your favorite camboy? Is this even real life? Surely it must be a dream because you would never dare to believe that you could have such a stroke of good luck. You must not be paying enough attention to Mingi now; he clears his throat to garner your attention – which you give to him in less than a second, mind you – and he speaks once again in that low, gravelly tone. It sends shockwaves of arousal every time you hear it, but now it feels so much more intimate having him one on one in this manner.

“I said to touch yourself for Daddy, baby girl.”

The whine that escapes you is borderline pathetic. You turn your cheek to avoid Mingi’s heated stare, although your hand doesn’t stop moving between your folds. 

“Good girl,” he praises when your fingers slip through the wetness there. “Keep touching yourself just like that for me.” 

You wouldn’t dream of disobeying him now, so you build up a steady rhythm, drawing small circles over your clit as Mingi watches on with a hawk-like gaze. He refuses to touch his twitching member for what feels like hours; instead, he settles for surveying your movements while roaming his hands across the skin of his chest. You follow each shift and shuddering muscle, letting your free hand dance up to brush over a nipple. The bud hardens under your touch. It leaves you wanting more, but Mingi lifts his chin and stops your needy touches before they can even begin. 

“Not without my permission, baby girl.” He clicks his tongue against his palate. “Bring your fingers to that pretty little cunt. I want you to fuck yourself nice and slow for me.” You do as told and push two fingers into your fluttering hole. The pressure builds between your legs, the sounds of your pleasure coming out in the wet pulses of your hand as you work yourself open before Mingi’s eyes. “Mhm, just like that. Such a pretty baby, opening yourself like that for me. Can you spread your legs a bit wider?”

“Y-Yes, Da-addy,” you stammer and press your legs further. Mingi leans closer to the camera as though by instinct, enraptured by the sight of your fingers fucking in and out of your squelching cunt.

“So, so good. I bet your walls would be so tight around my fat cock, don’t you think?”

“Yes, yes, Daddy.”

“More,” Mingi commands. Your lips tremble as you push your hips forward, thrusting your fingers into yourself at a new angle in attempts to reach deeper. It’s almost too difficult for you to handle; your fingers aren’t nearly long enough for this kind of activity, but that doesn’t seem to be stopping Mingi. If anything, it causing his teasing to grow in quantity. “Aw, poor little baby. Your fingers aren’t enough, are they?”

“N-No,” you whimper before sinking your teeth into your lower lip. 

“Wish they were my long fingers instead? I bet I could fill up that tight pussy with just one.”

“P-Please,” you beg, and at this point, you aren’t even sure what you’re asking for. Mingi’s hand snakes back down to his dick. He collects a bead of precum on his index finger then brings the large digit to his lips, lapping at the wetness on the tip. Your mouth falls open without you meaning for it to, and you can almost taste his seed on your tongue. Oh, the things you would give to be under him right now. Or on top of him. You don’t care really as long as he can be here with you in person. Sadly, you have to settle for this. 

“You’re gonna cum with me, aren’t you?” He speaks it like a question, but the underlying demand is more than present. You nod like a madman, hair bobbing with the motion. Mingi gulps air down like it’s water, and his Adam’s Apple protrudes a bit more as he swallows. His head falls back, hand jerking over his thick length, and possibly the hottest moans you’ve ever heard in your life tumble from his lips. It’s a bit self-centered really, but you can’t help but to feel like you’re the one drawing such noises out of him. It causes you to moan back, wanting Mingi to know that he is having a similar effect on you as well. He seems to appreciate the gesture from what you can tell; his cock twitches weakly in his grip as your noises reach his ears. 

“I… Daddy, I’m gonna – I’m gonna cum,” you warn, thumb flicking over your sensitive bud. You twist your fingers deeper inside your cunt and try to pump them in rhythm with Mingi’s hasty jerks on his cock.

“Cum for me then, darling. Fall apart for me, knowing that I’m the one giving you this pleasure right now.” 

His words spur you to a mind-blowing orgasm. It’s the best one you’ve ever given yourself, assisted by Mingi’s grunts and sweat-stricken body. He follows close behind you. Bright white ropes of cum spurt from the head of his cock, painting his bare chest and catching on his defined muscles. Without hesitation, Mingi brings his hand up and collects the seed onto his fingers, thrusting those same fingers into his mouth a second later. He laps at his long digits until every drop of cum has disappeared behind his tongue. You can only stare on in surprise with a new curling heat in your gut. 

“Your turn,” he murmurs once he pulls his hand back. You offer a hasty nod and tug your own hand to your mouth. If you’re going to eat your own cum like this though, you want to put on an excellent show for Mingi in return for all the shows he puts on for you. Your tongue drags over each finger at a languid pace, spending extra time to swirl the wet muscle through each crevice between your fingers. Mingi watches on with a heavily lidded gaze, eyes so blown out with lust that you can hardly see his irises in the dim light. 

“All done,” you say with a certain lilt to your tone, pulling off your last finger and letting the wet pop resound. 

“Fuck, that was… you’re hot as hell,” Mingi huffs out through a laugh. 

“I guess that’s all then?” You inquire. It’s hard to conceal the disappointment in your tone, but a deal is a deal, and this is all you agreed on before starting. “I’ll see you at your next stream, I suppose.”

“I’ll be on the lookout for your name again, Miss… Y/N.” Mingi’s full lips twist into a playful smile as he leans closer to the camera. That’s the last thing you see too, because the screen goes black a second later, and you’re suddenly left all alone in your room once more. You almost think that’s it, that you’ll never hear from Mingi again and have to go back to the much less exciting activity of merely watching Mingi through his streams. Then your message box on the site dings, and you hastily click on the notification when it pops up.

Message from: fixsong_mingi99

Figured you might need my number for our next visit. Feel free to call whenever.

And there below that short and sweet message lies a phone number, inconspicuous digits showing you exactly what you wanted to hear throughout your whole call with Mingi. That he wanted you too. 

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a/n: okay this was new and exciting and i really had a lot of fun writing it omg im surprised

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