#.echoes [sophia]

[echosong971]

Helloooo dear artist ~ I just came to say that your art is just WOW (especially the way you draw P p.s. God, I almost died from one of your posts. It's just …ahhhhhhhh 😳😩 )

Not sure if it's okay to make a request, but man, I'd love to see Sophia in your style (I'm serious, man, your style is just gorgeous!!!)

In any case, thanks for the cool arts on Lies of p✨

AH thank you! ^v^ I’m glad that I’m doing our favorite puppet boy justice ;)

Here’s that drawing of Sophia for you <3

[wexarethewalkingxdead]

You Found Me || Sophia & Kyleigh || @lunarruled

Sophia hadn't expected the walkers to surround them the way they had. She had held on as tightly to Luke as she could, but they had been separated. She wished she knew where Carl was. All she could do was hope that he was alive and that he'd made it out. She'd see them all as soon as they met up at their rendezvous point. The only trouble right now was that she had gotten herself turned around and didn't know which way she was supposed to go to get there. She knew the others would wait as long as they possibly could before heading to somewhere more safe, but she knew they couldn't and wouldn't wait too long.

She had moved far enough away that she couldn't smell the burning of flesh and vegatation. So she could breathe easier, but she was still so thirsty. If she didn't get water soon, she might pass out. She could do without eating for a day or two as they were used to that when they were on the road before finding the prison. That had been a while back, and she could only hope she wouldn't know that hunger again for a long time.

She heard the snapping of a twig and the rustle of leaves. She froze in place, knowing from the sound alone that it wasn't a walker. Daryl had been teaching her a lot since they'd been at the prison, and she had never been more grateful for that than in this moment. She reached for the knife at her hip. "Who-who's there?" she hissed, slowly turning in a circle and scanning the area around her for any signs of life.

She could only hope it was someone that she knew because any stranger she met would probably be with the Governor. She knew from seeing Glenn and Maggie after they'd come back that she didn't want to be anywhere near that man or any of the people who followed him.

[paceypeternathanslawyer]

One Tree Hill Meme {101/187} Season 5 Episode 13: Echoes, Silence, Patience And Grace Top 2 Favorite Characters Per Episode (As voted by fans on TVTime.com)

Brooke Davis (76%)

Nathan Scott (10%)

(Percentages as of August 2024)

[demifiendrsa]

Marvel Studios has announced the premiere dates for season 2 of Loki and Echo at Disney+.

A new season of Loki starts streaming October 6, 2023. 

All episodes of Echo drop November 29, 2023.

[robynsassenmyview]

Lessons in laughter at devils

SOUTH Africa’s inimitable national treasure: Pieter-Dirk Uys, performs in The Echo of a Noise at Montecasino until 7 May. Photograph courtesy Athlone News. AS YOU PUT your hands together in salute of this theatre work, and shift yourself to stand in loyal ovation, you are celebrating and honouring not only this particular theatre work, but the treasure that Pieter-Dirk Uys is to this country.…

[faydingrain]

Hello!! I realized I missed OCxCanon Week, but that did not stop me from making short and late entries for days 2-7 darn it!!

Prompts used in fic order:

(No prompts used)

2. "Seriously, I mean it. Thank you." - Pollen x Lei Hitotose (Funamusea)

3. Out in Nature - Sophia Rose x René Simm (Owari no Seraph)

4. Caring for One Another - Takenaka Kagami x Hirako Take (Tokyo Ghoul)

5. Getting Into Trouble - Pink Spinel x Zircon (Houseki no Kuni)

6. An Intimate Moment - Caspian x Dokugai (Funamusea)

7. Date Night - Aram x Envi (Funamusea)

[echo-the-ghost]

Ohhh OC fun facts 👀 Here are some random letters:

C, S, K

Ehehehhee thank you for the ask!!! :D

C - The first one I thought of was Cleo but since I was just talking about her at you I'll choose someone different, how about... Cyan! She's a robot celebrity from the future. It's kind of a dystopian type world, and she does a very successful true crime podcast. She's kind of eerily cheery and friendly which is why she's so popular, people either find her offputting or charming but either way they can't stop listening :]

S - Not a super well developed OC if I'm being real but I want the chance to talk about them so, Skalle! She's based of a unicorn plushie that I have. She's very soft and fluffy and white. Aaand she's super into death metal. Her name means Skull <3

K - Karren! I've been working on his story a bit recently so thank you for sending in a K :] He was born into an affluential demon family. He was meant to follow in his parents' footsteps and become a lawyer, but law school reeeally wasn't for him so he dropped out and his parents disowned him. Now he's angry and bitter and he works at a coffee shop.

send me a random letter and I'll tell you a fun fact about one of my OCs!

[sillymommy6969]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝕾UBTLE & SECRET

Daniela Avanzini x fem!reader

summary: snippets of dann/n moments here and there from katseye content eyekons have pointed out…

warnings: none, just fluffy moments

pt. 2

DANI & Y/N ROLLING W THE LGBT FOR 11 MINUTES GAY (FT. THE KATZ BEING OVER THEIR GAY SHYT)

*Loud technical difficulty transition* Video of Katseye doing the gingerbread house competition. Megan and Yoonchae are fighting over decorating the walls while Dani and Lara are scheming about stealing the maknaes’ strawberries. Sophia, Y/N and Manon—as the older line—were asked to do their house on a similar set next door.

“No, because why is Yoonchae such a snitch,” Dani joked, licking the frosting from her fingers as Lara cackled with the front of their house clutched between her fingers. “I swear, this girl was definitely a teacher’s pet growing up in school.”

The latter gasped in faux outrage at the Latina’s teasing, shooting her the biggest side-eye.

“Oh my God,” Megan suddenly burst into hysteria, catching the three members beside her off guard. “Remember—Remember that time Dani stole Y/N’s shirt. Like the one she got in Greece—the one she cut, so it was off shouldered?”

Dani immediately screamed once she realized what incident Megan was recollecting. She stood from her seat, leaning over a retreating Yoonchae to place a hand over Megan’s mouth. Lara’s eyes widened at her teammate’s antic, hands grabbing the older’s hips so she wouldn’t fall into the table of food.

The camera cut to Sophia, Y/N and Manon next door, their actions halting as they stared off screen at a muffled screech. The three glanced at each other, their hands hovering over the parts of the house they were making.

Manon eyed Y/N, elbowing the younger. “Sounds like Dani’s having a little too much fun, baby, if y’know what I mean.”

Sophia shot her a grimace, “Nobody ever knows what you mean, Manon. Oh my God, you’re ruining the—!”

The shot cut back to the younger line of Katseye members. The camera zoomed in on Dani’s fluster, her pale cheeks burning a faint shade of pink as she desperately tried to cease Megan from sharing the embarrassing encounter.

“Megan, I swear to God—!”

“Wait, I remember this,” Yoonchae chimed.

Megan’s devious cackle echoed around the room, leaning back and away from Daniela’s grasp. The whisker dimples etched under her eyes, they curled into thin curves from how hard she was laughing. “Dani snuck into Y/N and Manon’s room at night and stole her shirt while she was showering. And—and, when Y/N came out, she spent like twenty minutes looking for this stupid shirt because she lives in that graphic tee.”

Daniela knocked her chair back abruptly with the back of her thigh, storming off screen with red cheeks as Lara shouted insincere assurance that the story wasn’t as embarrassing as she had recalled.

Now Yoonchae was laughing, pointing off screen at Daniela, who was hiding her face in her hands behind a scattered crowd of their filming crew members.

“Dani begged Yoonchae not to tell Y/N she had her shirt and she was hiding in her closet, pretending to look for something the whole time before Yoonchae ratted her out.” Megan leant back in her chair, almost tipping backwards—if not for Yoonchae holding her upright—at how hard she was laughing. “Oh my God, Dani was so embarrassed, her face got all red and she like refused to leave her room. Y/N caved and just gave her the shirt, and Dani just wears it around the house 24/7.”

“Yeah, it’s Dani’s like, designated pjs.” Lara added.

“It was so funny because Dani thought she was so slick with it.” Megan sighed, her laughter dying down. “Anyway, if Y/N wasn’t the nice, good girl she was, she would’ve filed a creepy perv report against Dani, I swear on all the moms.”

Their manager ushered Dani back onset, plopping back down beside Lara in defeat. Her hair was a little tousled and her cheeks were flushed, the tip of her ears radiating heat as she stared down and fought the small smile creeping its way onto her lips. Her dimples evident.

“I have never, in twenty years of life ever been violated like this.” The Latina murmured, eyeing the three cameras around them respectively as Lara rubbed her back up and down. “For the record, I got Y/N that shirt because I had one. I wanted us to match in Greece when we were shooting that video and I swear I thought it was mine.”

“Mhm, whatever you need to tell yourself.” Lara chuckled. “Y/N’s one was cut, but okay…”

*Loud technical difficulty transition* Cut to a Weverse live in Manon and Y/N’s room. Manon was sitting on the floor, fixing her hair in the camera as Y/N read comments over her shoulder. The collar of Manon’s striped button-up was flared and the V line hung a little too low. Y/N, in a beanie with the hood on, her make-up still on from the day and big hoop earrings skimmed the comments Eyekons were making of the eldest member’s outfit.

“They’re saying you’re looking too seductive,” Y/N joked, looking down at Manon’s chest from over her shoulder. She grabbed the collar, fixing it and smoothing it out to cover a bit more skin Manon was flashing the camera. The younger smirked, her eyes hooded as she eyed Manon through her long, fluttering lashes. She tucked her bottom lip between her teeth, jokingly sliding a hand over Manon’s shoulder. “Save the show for me tonight when the camera turns off.”

The older seemed to return the same level of freakiness as she raised a knowing eyebrow. Her hand found Y/N’s neck, grabbing it as she leant in and turned her head dramatically over to cover both their faces. Their giggles could be heard before they pulled apart, glancing back at the camera at the amount of frantic comments flooding their live.

A particular verified user seemed to catch Manon’s eye.

“Well, I didn’t know Dani was watching.” She leant closer towards the camera, reading what the girl had typed into their chat. There were a couple of comments with an exaggerated amount of capitalized yelling and angry emojis. “‘Stop flirting before you make me gag’ and ‘I can hear you guys from the living room please shut up’. Dani’s on a call with her family downstairs right now, so she can’t join us. Bad girl, she’s tuning into this live instead of talking to her parents.”

user01 Probably needed to make sure Y/N was behaving

user02 DANI COME GET YO GIRL

user03 Guys Y/N’s looking a little too fine in that fit

user04 At least we know who the dom is between them

Y/N giggled to herself at the comments on Dani’s reaction to their dynamic. Her ringed hands come up to adjust the hood over her beanie, running her slender fingers through her hair as she wet her lips. “Dani, be good and talk to your mami y papi, yeah? You can come and join us when you’re done.”

[ SHES SO FUCKING HOT FOR THIS ]

Manon rolled her eyes at the younger’s statement. What was supposed to be an innocent sentence definitely had Daniela kicking her feet with a finger between her teeth downstairs.

“‘Yes ma’am’,” Manon read out, “Okay, Miss Ma’am, walk her like a dog, N/N. Maybe Sophia should step aside and let you be the leader, you’re like the only one who can keep Dani in line.”

user05 “BE GOOD”??? OMG ID FOLD

user06 dani’s so real cuz if y/n asked me to be good, i’d immediately be on my knees too

user07 BOTH lips smiled

user08 she def talks you through it…

“Somebody asked who your celebrity crush is.” Manon announced. She chuckled to herself, brushing her hair back into a pony with her hands. “Girl, ya’ll should pull a chair out for this one, Y/N has a whole tier list.”

Y/N gasped in excitement, readjusting her sitting position. She whipped her hand out, holding up an open palm.

She rambled, “I made a list because Lara and I wanted to make a hear me out cake. Okay, so basically we had a men’s and women’s version. But the men’s one is so short, so we’re doing the women’s one, okay? Hear me out.”

[ Y/N we know what you are ]

Manon slapped her in the arm, shooting her a warning glare. Reminding her they had certain rules they needed to follow on live, to not say anything that would get them in trouble.

“Okay, so basically I’ve been watching these sisters on youtube and they’re hilarious. The Kalogeras sisters? I am absolutely in love with Demitra, she’s so funny and so good at singing.” Y/N bit her lip, “Dani got so mad at me when I was watching them the other day between rehearsal. She said if I was gonna watch someone with curls, it should be her.”

user09 so Y/N has a type; girls with curls

user10 Y/N basically just confirmed Dani’s THAT kinda gf

user11 my two worlds just collided

Nearly immediately, as if on cue, Daniela bursted through their door and into their room. She was sporting a beige jacket, her hair tied into a bun as she tackled Y/N to the ground.

“Stop! They’re gonna think I’m crazy.” Daniela squealed, her arms wrapped around the older’s face as they wrestled off screen. Manon side-eyed them in disgust as she continued reading the comments about Daniela’s affectionate nature when it came to Y/N. They always seemed to be touching in some way when they were together, as if they couldn’t stand being away from each other for too long. “And literally take her off that hear me out list, I should be the only curly-haired person you love!”

[ What’s more gay; Actually being gay or whatever this is? ]

*Loud technical difficulty transition* Cuts to the Katseye house-warming video, where they all sat around on a couch and table. The girls were just talking with pizza in their hands and occasionally argued about a silly topic.

Daniela noticed Y/N sitting alone beside her. The older was just staring intently at Sophia and Manon debating whether or not the best tiktok idea collector was each other.

The Latina’s hands crept towards Y/N’s under the table, which the video zoomed into. [ The way they thought they were slick ] Daniela laced their fingers together loosely, tugging her closer until her back was pressed against her front. Daniela’s arm laid over Y/N’s shoulder, her hand playing with the ends of her hair. Y/N didn’t seem to mind, used to the Latina’s need for physical intimacy as her hand rested on Daniela’s thigh.

Across the group, Lara and Y/N shared a glance. The Indian dancer raised an eyebrow, throwing the older a smirk at their positioning. She nodded off towards the camera, almost like she was reminding the older of their duties.

Y/N peeled away from Daniela just the tiniest bit, feeling the younger sigh in protest.

The video zoomed in on a blurry image of the two still cuddling as Sophia squealed in disbelief at something Manon said. They were so obviously affectionate with each other, Yoonchae and Megan were whispering and eyeing them in teasing irritant.

“Dani, y’know you won’t die if you just sat normally beside Y/N for once, right?” Manon snorted, earning a harsh punch in the arm from the Latina in response as Y/N laughed.

“Yeah, ain’t nobody tryna pry the poor girl from your hands, babe. Y/N can’t even eat her pizza cuz you’re all over her.” Lara collapsed into a laughing fit as Daniela hid her face behind Y/N’s neck. The older stroked her hair in comfort, laughing at their members’ teasing. “See, Dani needs her mommy to come save her from embarrassment.”

“We just moved in and Dani’s already tryna steal my roommate,” Manon joked, “Such a thief, Lord.”

For the rest of the live, with a light atmosphere of just talking and being together, Daniela and Y/N stayed cuddling together as they fell into the rhythm of conversation with their friends.

*Loud technical difficulty transition* Cuts to an interview Katseye is doing a live Q&A for their band’s new album release, and Daniela and Y/N are sitting side by side at the end of a line of Katseye members. The host, a fan favorite for being playful and cheeky, is known for asking light-hearted and sometimes embarrassing questions.

"Alright, now, we’ve seen how close all of you are, but we want to know more about the dynamics between Daniela and Y/N. You two are always together, always laughing and making jokes. So, here’s a question: is there any moment when one of you just absolutely flusters the other?"

The fans immediately begin to chant “Y/N! Y/N! Y/N!” as they anticipate something fun, and Daniela looks at YN nervously, already blushing slightly.

Y/N giggled at the audience’s fanfare, holding her mic up to her lips. “Oh, I think we both have our moments, right, Dani?"

Daniela gives a nervous laugh and tries to play it off, but she’s clearly getting more flustered. Y/N, noticing, decides to tease her a little more. The other members share knowing looks at Daniela’s reaction, knowing their favourite Cuban was terrible at hiding the physical reactions her body had to teasing—especially their fellow Katseye member, Y/N’s.

“Remember that time last week when we were rehearsing, and I said, ‘I think you look really cute today,’ and you literally froze and couldn’t finish the choreography for the next five minutes? Like, it was so funny ‘cuz Roy was getting so frustrated that our best dancer was completely messing up the sequence.”

Daniela’s eyes widen, and she immediately turns bright red. The fans erupt in laughter, knowing exactly what moment YN is talking about from a vlog that was uploaded a couple days ago on a day in the life of Katseye. Daniela quickly covers her face with her hands in embarrassment.

"I—I wasn’t expecting you to say something like that, okay?! You just... you just looked at me and said that so casually! How was I supposed to focus after that?!"

Y/N pouts, pursing her glossy lips at Daniela. "Aww, come on, Dani. You looked so cute, so I had to tell you! But it’s okay, I won’t tease you too much... unless you want me to."

Daniela stammers, still covering her face, and the fans are loving the playful interaction between the two. YN leans in a little closer, her voice softening.

Y/N chuckled, leaning over to rest an assuring hand on Daniela’s thigh. "But seriously, Dani, you always look amazing. Don’t be embarrassed."

Daniela’s heart skips a beat, and she’s now visibly flustered, her face as red as a tomato. She shifts uncomfortably in her seat, trying to hide her smile.

"I’m not embarrassed! I just... I didn’t expect you to say that then on camera, or now on live TV."

YN chuckles and pats Daniela on the back, giving her a smile, while the fans continue to cheer for the adorable interaction between the two.

The host hummed, "Looks like we’ve learned a little more about who keeps who on their toes! Thank you for sharing, Dani. I’m sure YN won’t let you forget this anytime soon."

Daniela, still a bit flustered but laughing along with the rest, glances over at Y/N, who gives her a wink (which the camera and crew fully catches, as an exaggerated edit with a winking sound effect added in post). It’s clear that their close bond and playful teasing are one of the group’s favorite dynamics.

*Loud technical difficulty transition* Cuts to Lara’s live, when somebody asked her, “What are the Katzs’ favourite things to do when they’re not at work?”

“—Sophia’s is definitely cooking. Girl loves just being able to make a big dinner and have us all sit down and eat like a big family. And Dani’s is… Dani loves reading, sometimes she’ll just be reading in Manon and Y/N’s room with whatever book she’s reading that week. Manon will be finding new ways to do her makeup and matching new fits—And Y/N loves just jamming out and making some tunes on her guitar. Oh my God, the tiktok she recently made with the riff to “Me and Your Mama” was so good. I’m pretty sure Dani forced the poor girl into doing that song after she did “Enter Sandman”.”

[ They’re so old married couple omg ]

“Yeah, we’ve been working hard and practicing a lot with the show coming up. But honestly, Sophia’s been doing a lot behind the scenes to keep morale high and make sure we’re resting well… Y/N being Y/N has been stressing about Sophia overworking herself,” Lara said, “Dani gets really upset when Y/N digs herself into this hole of worrying about us. She’ll get extra catty and mean when Y/N’s down.”

[ Dani always defends her girl… they’re so cute ]

“No, Dani got so angry that one time Y/N got shoved accidentally by this photographer on set. She almost got in trouble for saying stuff, it was insane. I mean, Sophia and Manon definitely had some things to say to that guy too, but Dani?” Lara exhaled deeply, flicking her wrist. “Dani was full Latina mami mode. She was yelling in Spanish, she was pointing everywhere, she was ready to throw hands.”

[ This wasn’t even the full live… should I make a pt. 2? ]

[nakylvr]

— (NOT SO) MERRY CHRISTMAS

sophia laforteza x fem!reader

summary: after seeing sophia for some time now, you thought it'd be good to surprise her with a gift for the holidays before she goes back home. only to discover a few things.

warnings/tags: angst, language, established relationship, cheating, not proofread

don't ask how i came up with this cause idk! its short but here 🤲

staring at the neat, prettily made present you had made the day prior, you're not sure why you're hesitating. you're parked in your car in front of sophia's house, tapping your fingers on the steering wheel in the rhythm of the song playing through the car's speakers. maybe because this was the first time you deliberately thought out a gift and tried to do your absolute best to make sure it was perfect. maybe because it was also the first time you were getting a gift for someone you really loved and cared about. with a deep breath, you get out of the car and start making your way to the front door.

as you approach the house, you can faintly hear music playing inside. the familiar christmas music echoing through the walls outside. peeking your head through the window near the door, you can see sophia in the kitchen from afar, making a small smile form on your face. then, as you take another step towards the door, you freeze, the smile instantly fading away.

a girl walks from the other room, going over to sophia and wrapping her arms around her, and then kissing her. your heart drops to your stomach at the scene, your eyes glancing between the door you were two steps away from and the woman you thought was your girlfriend kissing someone else. you can feel your throat closing up, and you don't know what to do.

looking down at the gift in your hands, you can feel tears prickling in your eyes. looking back up, your teary eyes go wide when they meet sophia's through the window. seeing the way her face drops, you hastily set the present down on the porch before going back to your car.

you hear the front door open and slam shut, you hear your name being called, you hear the hurried footsteps from behind you, but it doesn't make you stop. the second you put your hand on the door handle of your car, another hand grabs it and yanks you away from it.

"yn, baby, i can explain," is the first sentence to come from sophia's mouth, making you finally look at her.

"explain what?" your voice cracks. "that-that you're seeing someone else?"

the destroyed look on your face makes it all even worse for sophia who's trying to quickly come up with some sort of reason for it, but failing. "i'm not– it's nothing, i swear!"

"you were just kissing!" you exclaimed, the tears in your eyes nearing the point of falling. "i'm not stupid, sophia! i-i just wanted to give you your gift before you leave a-and it was just a waste! a fucking waste!"

there are tears streaming down your face as you start yelling at sophia, and she's to stunned to speak, not knowing what to do or how to fix this. she tries to reach for your hand, but you instantly pull away and take a step back from her. "yn, please, let me explain," she says, her voice shaky.

"no!" you shake your head furiously. "yo-you never really loved me, did you?"

sophia's eyes go wide at your question, and the way your voice got so quiet that she could barely hear it. her heart breaks at the look on your face along with the tears falling down your cheeks. "i do, of course i do," she responds. "she– that is nothing, i swear. you have to listen to me."

"then why weren't you answering my texts? i told you i was on my way and you never responded. y-you always say that you'll find a way to respond, and yet i texted you multiple times a-and you never answered." you can't even look at her anymore, your hands balled up into fists covering your eyes as the tears pour. "why would you lie to me?"

"i would never lie to you," sophia says, hesitantly reaching her hands out to grab yours. "you have to understand, yn, please."

you pry your hands out of her grip, shaking your head. "there's nothing to understand here. you thought you could sneak around and not get caught. well guess what, sophia? they always get caught." you manage to get out as strongly as you can, unlocking your car and opening the door, getting in and shutting it.

"yn, please just let me explain!" sophia looks at you through the window, her voice raising slightly so you could hear over the music that started playing.

you roll down your window just slightly to speak through it. "enjoy your christmas, sophia," you tell her before rolling it up again, and putting your car in drive to leave.

sophia stares at your car as you drive off and leave her line of sight, tears in her eyes as she glances around. she can suddenly feel the cold air hitting her skin as she falls back into reality of what just happened, wiping the stray tears that had trailed down her cheeks. she stands outside for a while, almost hoping you would come back, but you never do. she slowly walks back up to the porch, reaching down and grabbing the present you brought before walking inside. she doesn't utter a word except "get out" as she walks past the mistake she made, going up to her room with the gift in her hands.

sitting on her bed, she takes the card out from under the ribbon you tied around the box, opening it and seeing your handwriting.

'i thought it might be a good idea to get you something that reminded you of home, so i made this for you. i hope you like it. i love you.' signed with your initials at the bottom.

putting the card down, she slowly undoes the ribbon and peels off the wrapping paper you put so much work into making look pretty. when she opens the box, it reveals a portrait – hand drawn – of the picture originally taken with her family with you and her in the middle when you came with her to visit them last year. she immediately remembers the picture you were referring to, which makes tears quickly form in her eyes again as she stares at it for a long while.

sophia grabs her phone and goes to your contact, her thumb hovering over the call button as she hesitates to press it. after a minute or two, she sighs and turns her phone off, knowing better than to call you when you're so upset. she puts the portrait on her dresser and then sits back down on the bed, looking down at the ground. "fuck."

you end up driving to your friend daniela's place, who immediately brought you inside once she saw the sight of you, taking you up to her bedroom to get away from her family downstairs. you didn't say much except mumble a few words that explain what happened, making the latina's eyes widen when she processes it.

"everything will be okay," daniela tells you, sitting next to you on her bed with your head leaning on her shoulder. "you can stay here for the night."

"are you sure?" you murmur quietly. "i don't want to intrude your family's holidays."

"they love you, you know that they wouldn't mind you being here," she replies, grabbing your hand and rubbing her thumb across your knuckles. "do you want some food? i can bring it up to you."

you meekly shake your head, curling up closer into the latina's side as you mumble a response. "i just want to sit here."

"okay," daniela nods. she glances down at you, seeing the tear stained marks on your cheeks and wondering just how much you cried within the half an hour it happened and you drove over here. "you'll be okay, i promise," she whispers quietly.

a hum leaves your throat in response, closing your eyes as you finally begin to relax. "thank you for being here, dani," you murmur.

"of course. i'll always be here for you, no matter what," daniela replies, hearing your breathing starting to slow to a calm level nearing the edge of sleep. she turns off the lamp lighting the room, leaving you two in the dark as she lays you down on the bed, pulling the blanket over you as you fall asleep as soon as your head hits the pillow. her gaze lingers on you for a moment before she forces herself to look away and up at the ceiling, letting out a short sigh. what a great christmas.

[wexarethewalkingxdead]

Sophia clung to the words the woman spoke. If she promised not to let anything hurt her, why wouldn't she believe her? She was an adult, and adults were to be trusted, right? She nodded, careful to keep her breathing as steady as she could. Her lips weren't quivering now, and she felt as if she might be able to think and talk rationally. As she introduced herself, she couldn't help but smile. Her name was so pretty. She straightened her shoulders a little. "My name is Sophia. I'm twelve years old."

She had no idea why she told the woman her age, but it had seemed like a good idea at the time. It probably wouldn't matter to the woman one way or the other. She was still a kid and couldn't really do much in the way of protecting herself. "There was a bunch of cars stuck on the highway," she insisted, trying to get her to understand why they were stopped. "Dale was trying to fix the RV, and we were gathering supplies. Then the walkers were coming and we had to hide." She felt her heartbeat start to quicken and had to start the breathing that Aiyla had shown her again to keep herself from getting all worked up again.

As the woman laid out what they were going to do and reassured her that her Mama and the others were out there looking for her, she started to believe it. She wanted so desperately to be back with them all. But mostly her Mama. "Yes, ma'am." She then took another drink of the water before screwing the cap back on and starting to stand up. She didn't feel like she had hurt herself when she fell, but she would help make sure just in case.

She noticed the rip in her pants right on the knee. Her lips fell into a frown as she realized there was a little blood too. "Guess I skinned my knee, but it's okay. I'm tough," she insisted, looking up at the woman and giving her a slight smile. She hoped that she didn't look as nervous as she felt.

something in her eased as the girls breathing began to regulate. unnecessary and prolonged panic ( especially under these circumstances ) was not something aiyla knew how to handle. she flashes another encouraging smile. "it's alright sweetheart. i'm not going to let anything else happen to you, ok?" a rather bold promise in this day and age, but what else did she have to offer? "i'm aiyla."

at the mention of the highway, she tried to visualize the area with a slight furrowing of her brow. already she could think of two roads within a day to a day and a half's walk from there that might be it, but she'd need a map to actually figure out which was more likely ( and if the girl had been turned around in fear, there was no telling which way was the correct way ). the added threat of multiple walkers in the area was also something she'd need to take into account.

"and i'm sure your momma and rick and all the others are out here looking for you as we speak. so here's what we're going to do. i'm going to have you finish a bit more of that water, then we're gonna have you stand up and make sure you weren't hurt when you took that tumble, alright? we'll start heading back in the direction you came from and see what we can find. if it gets dark, we'll hunker down somewhere for the night and start fresh in the morning." food and water were going to be a pressing issue with another mouth to feed and an agenda now ⸻ she made a mental note to keep an eye out for houses to scavenge as they walked. "and if we encounter any walkers, you listen and do to what i say, understand?

[echosong971]

any lies of p themed discord servers out there?

idk if i'll join any yet until i finish my runs of the game and get the endings, but i feel like window shopping atm 👀

[wexarethewalkingxdead]

Must Have Done Something Right || Sophia & Rick || Continued from Here (X): @rickgrimesdoingrickthings

Sophia knew she hurt him when she said he wasn't her father. And the truth was, she was glad that he wasn't anything like him. She hated her father, and she didn't want to hate Rick. She wanted to love him, and she honestly did from the bottom of her heart. She saw how good he was to her Mama, and she wanted nothing but the best for her Mama. She wanted someone that spoke gently and touched her with love. And so far, Rick had done all of that and more. And he spoke to her the same way and touched her the same way. She would never be able to repay him for everything he'd done for them.

She lifted her head when he offered his gun and shook her head. "I don't want it. I have my bow and my knife. I know how to use both." The adults in her life had done a damn good job showing her how to take care of herself and do it without so much as making a sound. A gun would bring more down on her and hadn't he taught her that very lesson in the woods at the traffic snarl on the highway before they'd met Maggie and the others? It was something she had quickly taken to heart and held there. "Thank you though." She tried to give him a smile, but her eyes were burning from unshed, ashamed tears.

"I shouldn't have said that," she whispered, sniffling a little before wiping her nose on her sleeve and taking a quiet step toward him. She pushed his gun back to him, toward his hip where it belonged. "You need that to keep all of us safe. Me and my Mama…Carl and Judith. The others." She gripped the bow in her other hand before she moved the hand that touched his gun to his arm and gave it a squeeze.

"I promise I'll let someone know the next time I need to get out of here for a bit, okay?" She might not tell someone directly, but she'd certainly leave a note.

[sphvm]

speechless — sophia laforteza

pt.2 of a whole new world

sophia laforteza x fem!reader

tags: hate sex, fingering (sophia receiving), they’re both annoying and mean, pet names

masterlist

MEN AND MINORS DNI

as the final curtain fell on the last performance, the exhilarating rush of adrenaline lingered in the air. applause echoed through the auditorium, and you felt a wave of accomplishment wash over you. the musical had gone beautifully, and with the applause still ringing in your ears, you saw sophia slip away from the celebration with a wide smile and a bow. she had a way of capturing attention, a presence that made it hard to look away. today, however, rather than letting her disappear into the crowd, you thought you would have a talk with her. you know. since you lost your voice.

you took a deep breath and made your way to the changing room where the performers were gathering their things. the hall was filled with the chatter of students still buzzed from the evening’s success, but the room where sophia had gone felt quieter. as you reached the door, you hesitated. did you really want to do this? but before you could second guess yourself, you quickly stepped inside.

the moment you entered, you found her standing in front of a mirror, brushing her hair absentmindedly. it was wavy from the braid it was kept in for hours. she looked back at you through the mirror, a narcissistic smile playing on her lips as she took in the night’s achievement. for a moment, you both locked eyes in the reflection. there was something electric in the look that you couldn’t quite understand.

she turned slowly, the flowy dress she was wearing swirling around her ankles. “hi sweetheart. did you enjoy the show?”

“listen we need to talk—“

“which i’m surprised you even can. how’s your throat been baby?” she interrupted and took a step closer to you. you can’t let her do this again.

her hand slid from your waist up to your cheek, but you slapped it away. her brows furrowed and she made an annoyed noise. “what’s your problem?” she spoke.

“what’s my problem? seriously?”

sophia kept close to you. “yeah. you’re acting like a fucking brat again.” her hands returned to your waist, pulling you toward her as she leaned in closer. “and we both know how that ended last time.” her breath was hot on your lips, but you felt a sudden urge of bravery. she gave you her stupid smirk and you gave in, capturing her lips. it was rough and not very graceful, teeth clashing and spit dripping down your chins. sophia tried taking control, moving her lips a little faster or gripping onto you a little tighter, but you didn’t let her. you wouldn’t.

“—the fuck are you doing?” she said as you turned the both of you around, pinning her to the wall and your lips connecting with her neck, a high pitched whimper escaping from her mouth. you sucked on a small space under her ear, probably a little too hard, wanting to hear more of her noises. you returned to her mouth, immediately deepening the kiss as she (begrudgingly) accepted she lost the fight for dominance. your hands wandered down to her ass, gripping it as she moaned in your mouth. you reached behind her dress, slowly undoing the zipper.

“you’re so fucking annoying, unzip it like a normal person.” sophia said, scoffing and doing it herself. you stared in awe as the dress slipped off. she wasn’t wearing a bra. “what? first time you’ve seen tits or something?” she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

“you’re so much hotter when you don’t open your mouth.” you retaliate, your eyes not leaving her chest. you step closer, your hand and mouth reaching for opposite nipples. you tweaked and squeezed one while sucking and pulling at the other. sophia’s hand pressed your head closer to her, breathy moans filling the air.

“you like this huh? you like putting your pretty lips on me?” sophia asked, her voice quiet. you looked up at her and nodded, your mouth still on her. she reached down, grabbing your hand and guiding it between her legs. “feel how wet i am for you,” she whispered. and you did. you cupped her pussy, groaning lowly when you felt her drip into your palm. you slipped a finger in her, way too easily, her head falling back against the wall.

“fuck…sweetheart—“ you added a second finger, a gutteral moan ripping through her throat. “faster baby, come on. i know you can do it.” you gave her a dirty look, she smiled sweetly at you. you wiped the sweat dripping down her face away as you continued. you worked your fingers in and out of her dripping wet pussy, feeling her walls clench around you with each telling stroke. sophia's breaths grew harsher, her eyes rolling back as she panted. her walls tightened around your fingers, trying to hold back her moans. but you wanted to hear them. you needed to feel her fall apart for you.

“come on honey. let it out. don’t be ashamed.” you urged her, so obviously sarcastic she scoffed at you.

“shut…the fuck… up.” she cried out as you hit her g-spot, feeling her legs start to shake. sophia's eyes met yours and you felt victorious.

“you look so pretty.” you whispered, picking up speed. her pussy clamped down on you and you knew she was close. but you wanted all of her.

“you’re ruining the moment.” your hands returned to her chest, giving her just enough more stimulation to send her over the edge. she screamed out as she came. her walls clenching and unclenching around your fingers as she tugged you in closer. you felt her wetness coat your hand as she shuddered and shook in your arms.

“fuck.” she whispered, barely above a breath. you smiled as she pushes her sweaty hair back, her bare chest heaving up and down. “i’m so getting you back later, you just ruined my dress!”

[hiraizyo]

your love’s got me high, baby girl

synopsis — with everything that’s happened between you and daniela, you knew you couldn’t let this be the end, not until you were back in each others arms.

friends with benefits, semi-fluff, angst-ish, swearing, lesserafim 6th member!reader

now playing: girl of my dreams, guti.

a/n: here’s the final part of the dani fic !! sorry it took longer than i thought :/ flashbacks are in italics, & reader kind of yearns (?). i hope you enjoy, thank u for the support of this fic <3

++ links: part i. part ii. dani & yn r finally happy :) might also do a bonus chap w some smut 🤷

there’s a certain hollowness in your chest, and your heart beats slowly as a reminder that you’re alive, but you barely feel like it. your fingers were cold, wringing them together while you stare ahead, unblinking and silent.

chaewon’s voice echoed around you, the sound muffled. your mind was far from where it should be as she waved a hand in front of your eyes, trying her best to gain your attention.

“yn?” chaewon called, a gentle hand on your shoulder.

she gave a small smile once you’d finally noticed her, eyes zeroing in on her. chaewon’s mouth moved, and it took a second before the words registered in your brain.

“we’re going in now,” she nodded her head to the side where the rest of your members stood. “are you going to be okay?”

tonight, hybe was holding a company dinner for the success of the past year. all idols would be present, and you knew it was highly likely that katseye would be here as well.

you nodded, biting on your bottom lip.

her hand fell from your shoulder and towards your own, gripping onto it softly and pulled you along with her. the rest of the girls watched as you walked closer, encouraging smiles sent your way, but you could tell there was a hint of pity.

after the conversation you had with kazuha and processing the realization of your feelings, two days later you found yourself opening up to them about your situation with daniela. your leader was angry, telling you off that it was a dangerous mistake from the start. sakura consoled you, offering bits of advice. yunjin had cracked jokes, finding humor to be her best form of comfort, but it wasn’t long before she noticed how much you were suffering and eased your worries. eunchae held you for as long as she could, and offered to help take your mind off things.

two weeks had passed, the lack of contact between you and the latina felt like torture. during the first few days, you obeyed her wishes for you to never speak to her again, but the distance was getting to you, and so you caved. daniela didn’t respond, leaving your texts unread.

it hurt, badly.

you knew it was deserved after everything you’d put her through, yet you still clung to the hope that everything would work out.

“let’s get through the night,” kazuha mumbled to you once you were near. “then, you can tell her everything.”

she locked her arms with yours together tightly, walking with you through the double doors of the large hall. as you walked in, many hybe employees and artists greeted. you bowed politely, but your eyes were scanning for a blonde curly headed girl.

finally making it to your table, the loud chatter of all the people in the hall took over your senses. eunchae tried to gain your attention, commenting on the black and gold colored decor and the different foods listed on menu for the night. still, your eyes never left the doors for a moment.

as time passed, your leg bounced up and down in anxiousness, trying to distract yourself in a short conversation with yeonjun and yunjin, the former having walked over and greeted your group a few moments ago.

his voice faded away once you finally caught sight of sophia, the rest of the kats’ following behind her. as if the universe was taunting you, all five girls walked in, smiles on their lips. it felt like agonizing pain waiting for daniela, who didn’t appear until the last second, until you’re holding your breath, and then — finally — you see her in all her glory.

she walked through the double doors gracefully, wearing a black formal dress, seemingly far better off than you were.

the sight of her makes your heart drop to your stomach. it stopped, then beat again, much faster this time. your eyes follow her as she greeted everyone just as you did, her smile so wide her dimples show. the lighting of the room made it seem like daniela was glowing, and even if that seemed impossible, in your eyes she was.

she looked absolutely divine.

“zuha…” you tapped her shoulder, eyes still trained on the latina. “she looks so fucking perfect tonight.”

the japanese hummed, following where you were looking. she glanced back at you, smiling. “tone it down an notch, eh romeo?”

yunjin giggled at her members words, bumping your shoulder with hers as she sat beside you. the slight movement caused you to forcibly tear your gaze away, leaning your elbows on the table and run a hand over your mouth.

“fuck, i think i’m gonna be sick.” you mumbled, your stomach churning from the overflow of emotions.

“sick in loveee~” yunjin sung out, another loud cackle escaping her. you flicked her forehead in response, but the blush on your cheeks was evident that she was right.

her laugh caught the attention of wandering stares, looking in both amusement and curiosity. you shrunk into yourself at the unwanted attention, and it wasn’t long before you’re gazing out in search of the blonde once again. daniela doesn’t notice you until katseye was sitting at their own table, and her eyes lock with yours.

you sat immobile, everything frozen in time.

for a moment, you imagined it was just daniela and you in the large hall, no one else around. you imagined that everything was alright, you’d smile at her and she’d smile back. but this was real life, and what you imagined was far from the truth.

daniela looked away faster than the speed of light, leaving you with another wave of numbness that washed over you, sighing dejectedly.

the blonde attempted to put on a brave face, and it was working for the most part, seeing as you believed it, but she could feel herself falter. she knew you still had an affect on her, heart calling out your name, and the necklace that now felt like a burning sensation could still be seen hanging around her neck — a reminder of the power you had over her.

daniela gripped manon’s hand under the table. her roommate raised an eyebrow in concern, watching the latina glance in your direction for a split second. manon understood, and squeezed daniela’s hand in comfort, a silent exchange that said she was here for the girl.

the sound of bang si-hyuk’s voice rang through your ears, every person turning to focus on him as he stood on stage behind a podium. he began with a short speech, thanking everyone for being here and to enjoy their night. he walked off once he was done, applauds and cheering now filled the hall.

the night continued on, many people talking amongst themselves as they ate and drank together. throughout it all, you couldn’t help but look over to daniela every once in a while. and each time you did, she never looked your way, it felt like a stab to your gut.

“do i tell her tonight?” you asked kazuha near the end of the dinner, who swallowed down a sip of water.

your question was slightly louder than you had intended for, the rest of lesserafim hearing you. chaewon shot you a warning gaze and sakura shook her head in protest.

“don’t you think that might be too overwhelming?” eunchae inquired.

in normal circumstances, you’d applaud her for raising a valid point. tonight, however, having daniela so close by after weeks had you itching to fix things between you two.

“manchae is right, yn.” yunjin added, settling an arm over your shoulder. “it’s better to do it in a less crowded place.”

you were half listening to them, catching sight of the katseye girls getting up from their table and beginning to walk towards the doors. without thinking, you went to follow after them.

“yeah, i think waiting a little longe— hey, yn!” kazuha yelled lowly, cutting herself off as you stood up from your seat in rushed movements, the chair loudly scraping against the floor.

it was difficult to push pash the amount of people and make your way towards the end of the hall, apologizing whenever you accidentally knocked into someone. your surroundings were a blur in your peripheral vision, desperately chasing after the blonde.

by the time you’d reached the doors, your breathing was heavy. you frantically looked around, trying to catch a glimpse of any of the katseye members. your eyes were wide, spotting megan walking out the glass entrance doors of the building. with new found adrenaline, you sped walk towards them, pushing the door open with such a force it stung your hands.

“dani!” you shouted out into the cold air, watching as the girls were stepping into a company car.

you sighed exasperatedly, yelling out once more to gain any one of the katseye girls’ attention, but your efforts were useless. the car door slammed close, and the last thing you saw was a flash of blonde curls before they were driving off into the night.

“i need you to tell me where they’re staying.”

yunjin looked at you teasingly, leaning closer to you as you sat together on the couch, a cartoon show playing in the background. “sorry, who is staying where?”

you groaned, falling back on the couch and slid down. “yunjinnn!” you huffed out, to which the older girl laughed at. “you know who.”

the american pretended to think for a moment, shrugging her shoulders carelessly. “mmh, i don’t think i do.” she tapped her pointer finger on her chin, looking off to the side in fake wonderment.

you rolled your eyes and your shoulders slumped down as you glared up at her from your low position on the furniture. you were well aware of yunjin’s connection with megan and sophia, and decided to use it to your advantage to know the location of where the katseye girls were staying. unfortunately, your member was having too much fun teasing you, withholding the information.

after last night’s event, you’d thought enough was enough. it was killing to not have daniela in your life, you needed to let her know how you felt, the truth of it all. you’d let her slip through your fingers once before, and you weren’t going to let it happen again, not when finally after weeks, you were able to see one another.

it was late, a little after eleven p.m. the phone rang as you pressed it against your ear, foot tapping against the floor of your dorm hurriedly out of nervousness. you muttered under your breath, begging for the call to be answered.

as if your prayers were answered, the ringing stopped and the call was picked up

“dani.” you whispered, almost afraid of what she’d have to say. there was silence for a moment, as you desperately pleaded out. “hey, i’m sorry. i’m sorry. please, can we talk?”

the hope that spread to your chest died out once you heard the voice on the other end, their voice hard. “stop calling.”

“manon…” you muttered, knitting your eyebrows together in confusion. “i— i just want to talk to dani, please! let me… let me explain everything.”

on the other end, manon shook her head silently and gazed at her roommate, sound asleep in the bed of their hotel room. it was rare to see her sleep so peacefully since your last phone call, and the ghanaian wasn’t going to let you ruin her friend any further.

“yn, daniela is one of my best friends, but you weren’t there to pick up the pieces of the mess you made.” manon whispered, turning around to face the window, looking up at night sky. “i’m telling you one last time, stop calling.”

“no, wait—!”

manon didn’t give you a chance, ending the call, and the silence being left behind was deafening, hanging over your head, reminding you of all that you’d done.

your hands grasped onto your members, gripping them tightly, sitting up from the couch and were now perched on your knees. your eyes were wide, as you managed to steady your voice amongst your frantic movements.

“yun, if you have any intention of seeing me happy, then please, tell me where daniela is staying.”

yunjin chuckled and untangled her hand from yours, patting down on your shoulder. “okay, chill out. i’ll text you the hotel’s address.”

you sprung up from the couch, smiling widely as you leaned over and placed a sloppy kiss on yunjin’s cheek. the girl groaned loudly and shoved you away from her as you tripped over your own two feet, stumbling into your bedroom to gather your phone and car keys. you hastily moved around the room, throwing on whatever you thought would make a decent outfit.

your phone dinged with yunjin’s personalized notification sound. the nerves began to set in, quickly unlocking your phone with only one leg in your pants, and copied and pasted in the address into maps, seeing the hotel wasn’t that far away from the lesserafim dorm.

by the time you’d reached the hotel, yunjin had messaged you again, telling you that megan would meet you in the lobby and bring you up to the room they was staying in.

you spotted her immediately, courtesy of her ginger hair, and smiled gratefully as you got closer to her. “thank you for this.”

megan hummed, “don’t get me wrong, i’m still kinda upset.” she told you, guiding you towards the elevator. “but yunjin vouched for you. and plus, i hate seeing dani like this.”

you bit your lower lip as regret filled you, thinking over all this pain you’d caused daniela and the mistake you’d made. your hands clenched together at your sides, worry now creeping in.

it wasn’t long before you were face to face with a white door, a golden plaque placed a little bit above the centre, showing the room number. megan used a key card to open the door, as you rocked on your feet nervously. she opened the door silently, and stepped in, with you cautiously following behind her.

what greeted you was the sight of four girls all gathered on a couch. it was separate from the bedroom and bathroom, large enough to be considered a seating area. the tv was on, displaying the multiple netflix movies. yoonchae sat on the couch, scrolling through the different options, completely unbothered by what was happening around her.

megan caught sight of sophia’s eyes, and sheepishly scurried past her as she abruptly stood up, curling herself against their youngest member. lara glared at you from where she sat, her fiery gaze making you swallow nervously.

if looks could kill, you’d surely be dead.

before you’d gotten a chance to speak, sophia beat you to it, looking at you with crossed arms and a blank expression, visibly unimpressed.

“what are you doing here?” she squinted her eyes at you out of protection.

you cleared your throat, trying to seem as if you weren’t intimidated. “i came for daniela.”

sophia scoffed and clicked her tongue. “don’t you think you’ve done enough?” the leader retorted, tilting her head to the side.

you hung your head down lowly, feeling as if you were under a microscope from the stares that the kats’ were giving you. as you were about to respond, explaining your reasoning for being here, daniela and manon came through the connecting door of the bedroom, stopping in their tracks.

manon was speaking aloud, unaware of your presence. “that better be room service, or i swear i’ll— oh shit.”

the ghanaian’s sudden pause in her movements cause for daniela to crash into her back. she scowled, wondering what it was that had everyone in the room so tense, until her eyes landed on you.

her body ran cold, looking at you with a mixture of surprise and sorrow.

daniela didn’t expect to see you here, in fact she didn’t expect to see you at all after she’d silently been ignoring you. she was suddenly hyperaware of everything, hearing her heartbeat in her ears. pleading with your eyes, you soundlessly begged her to let you stay.

sophia stepped back into your line of sight, her gaze even harsher than before. “you are not speaking to her.”

“it’s fine, soph.” daniela spoke out. all eyes turned to her, but she paid them no mind as she looked directly at you. her jaw clenched in annoyance.

daniela turned around and walked back into the room, a silent request that you follow her. it was difficult to make it past all the girls as they shot daggers your way, but you’d eventually made it and shut the connecting door behind you. as you looked around, you noticed the two separate beds against either side of the room, both messily made up with minimal effort. a couple of clothes were strewn around, daniela’s suitcase unzipped and lay open on the floor.

she stood in the middle of the room, back towards to you. daniela finally turned to face you, sighing. you remained in place with your hands at your sides, cracking your knuckles from the anxiety making its way through your body.

standing with her now, face to face, the words you practiced in your head on the drive over suddenly became lost.

she looked at you expectantly, “are you just gonna stand there and stare at me?”

“i wanted to apologize.”

“apologize?” daniela chirped out, “you think an apology is going to fix this?”

she shook her head breathlessly, looking at you in disbelief at your actions. daniela’s eyebrows scrunching together in anger, her voice raising.

“i get it, yn. from the start of all this, we agreed it was only hooking up. but you’d say and do things that would make me think otherwise, and i hate you for it!”

you flinched at her words, considering if she really did hate you. (you couldn’t blame her, either.)

“dani, i—” you quickly interjected, but she cut you off just as fast, giving you no room to speak.

“i mean, you give me your necklace to wear— to keep, like sure, whatever, it’s just a piece of jewelry! you stay the night at my place, which was your own goddamn rules! you call me whenever you have a bad day, just because you want to ‘hear my voice’ and then…” she paused, looking at you exasperated.

daniela turned around and walked in angry steps, “and then you buy me a gift, and tell me it fucking means nothing.” her voice croaked, facing you.

“like, what the fuck is up with that?!”

in rushed footsteps, you walked closer to daniela, until you were mere centimeters apart, cupping her cheeks and pulling her into an electrifying, world-stopping kiss.

daniela’s mind short circuited, distracted by your hurried movements. her body then melted into yours, hands pressed against your ribcage.

she kissed you back with need, her soft lips moving against yours out of instinct. you tried to pour every ounce of your emotions into the kiss, hoping to convey the way you feel about her. your hands found their way into her hair, fingers tangling in blonde curls, pressing harder until your teeth clash together and she gasped into your mouth.

your head spun from the feel of her lips pressed to yours, forgetting how much of an effect kissing her had on you. your body temperature was rising as you pulled your bodies together as close as humanly possible. daniela’s hands snacked up to cup yours cheeks as well, her right thumb running along your jawline, allowing herself to be consumed by your touch.

when you finally parted, you were both breathing heavily, heart thumping wildly. leaning your forehead against daniela’s, you sighed, shutting your eyelids closed and whispered out,

“i didn’t think i’d ever get to do that again.”

daniela blinked away tears, calming down her breathing. she looked at you, and when you finally opened your eyes, you could see hers were wide with something akin to fearfulness.

you leaned back, hands moving back to cup her cheeks and opened your mouth to speak, your voice shaking.

“i crave to be with someone, but i couldn’t handle that kind of intimacy.” you began, wetting your lips as you struggled to regain control of your breathing. “…and i never understood what people meant when they said love drives you crazy, until i met you.”

you swallowed, closing your eyes for another moment. when you opened them again, daniela could see the truth behind them, shining with despair and vulnerability.

“dani, i have never felt anything like this before, for anyone.” your head shook sideways, voice quivering. “and that scared me, so much. but you didn’t deserve how i treated you.”

you smiled sadly, finally letting your emotions take control. “in the past, i never had the best luck with love. i ran from it, hurting others before they could hurt me. but… its different with you.”

“i think of you, all the time, no matter how much i try to distract myself, my mind always goes back to you. when i’m out with my friends, or with my members — as much as i love them — i would rather be with you. and that bracelet… fuck, it did mean something. it meant that i wanted us to be more, that i wanted you to know how i really feel about you.”

your vision was starting to become blurry, eyes filling with tears the more you carried on. daniela watched as your walls around you crumble down, letting her in.

“you should’ve just been honest with me,” she whispered, delicately cradling your face in her hands.

for a moment, you choked on a breath. there were constellations in her eyes, and they stunned you you to silence.

you breathed, deep and slow.

“i’m sorry, okay?” you whimpered out, “i’m so sorry. i’m sorry that i’ve been a complete asshole in all this. i get it if you hate me, or you never want to see me again, but i am begging you, dani, please, please, can we try again?”

your hand clutched onto hers, pressing it down on your chest. underneath her palm, she could feel the quick beating of your heart. “it hurts not to have you with me. i want us to be together, in a proper relationship. no more sneaking around, no more being kept a secret.”

your voice cracked as you spoke in shuttered breaths, gasping, as though daniela was your supply of oxygen, needing her to survive. she could see the pain on your face, pursuing her lips.

the latina chuckled somberly, “you really hurt me, y’know that?”

“i know, and i will do whatever it takes to make up for that.” you pleaded with her, “just give me one more chance, if— if you’re willing.”

the silence dragged on as daniela gathered her thoughts. standing before her was you, begging and shaking, looking at her with so much emotion. there was love in your eyes, but there was also panic, sadness, desire, and longing.

her lips upturned, “you’re going to regret saying that, because i am sooo making you work for it.”

you laughed breathlessly, pulling her into you, making her drop her hands from your cheeks and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

“if it makes you happy, i’d do anything.”

daniela felt heat run up her body, warming her face and her ears. “anything?”

a weight lifted off your chest at her teasing tone. you tangled your fingers together, humming in contentment. “yes.”

the latina raised a brow at your willingness to comply with her demands. she smirked, tilting her head back to look at you. “you do realize just because i’ve forgiven you doesn’t mean the girls will?” she quipped, watching as you nodded.

“okay,” you mumbled, pulling her into a hug.

daniela wrapped an arm around your midsection while yours fell over her shoulders. she glanced at the side of your head, “manon will probably try and fight you, lara too.”

“i figured.”

she laughed as you stood with your arms around one another, basking in the comfort you provided. you were happy to finally have daniela back in your embrace, her body feeling like home.

the blonde separated herself from you, and sneakily placed her hands under the shirt you wore, raking her nails across you skin. she leaned to capture her lips with yours in another kiss, this time more soft and sensual. this kiss was tender; there was no more fighting, no more confusing feelings, no more denying yourselves the truth of what you really wanted.

as you stood there, the delicate kiss having your stomach flutter, you’d completely forgotten about the rest of world, until lara’s voice was heard through the door.

“if you two made up, please don’t fuck while we’re all still out here!”

aaanddd thats it ! <3

lowk think i am DONE with long imagines this shit drains me so much omf, anywaysss pls lemme know ur thoughts on this dani fic i love hearing ur opinions 😓

[sirenontheloose]

HAVE  A LOVELY DAY

Not everyone deserves to be in your life, even if they once meant everything.

GENRE: angst

Dani’s words hit you like a punch to the stomach. She sighed heavily, her face was unreadable. “Let’s keep this from the girls,” she said quietly, standing up from the edge of her bed. For a moment, you just stared at her, struggling to process what you’d heard. “What?” you managed, your voice trembling with disbelief. The disappointment was clear, and you didn’t even care if she noticed.

Dani turned to face you, her expression cold, unfamiliar. It was like looking at a stranger, and it hurt more than you thought it could. “It’s not that complicated, Y/N,” she said, her tone sharper now, as if you were the one being unreasonable. “This was just a one-night stand. The girls don’t need to know every detail of our lives.”

Your chest tightened, the words hanging in the air, suffocating you. “A one-night stand?” you repeated, barely a whisper. It was like you needed to hear it again to make sure you weren’t imagining things.

She let out a bitter laugh, almost as if she was mocking you. “Yes, a one-night stand. You didn’t actually think this was serious, did you?”

The disbelief quickly melted into anger, the kind that burned and made your hands shake, your vision blurring as tears threatened to spill. You took a shaky breath, trying to hold it together, but the pain was too much. You scrambled to put your clothes on, hands trembling as the anger rose in your chest.

Without thinking, you turned back to her. The slap came before you could stop yourself, the sharp sound cutting through the silence. Her eyes widened, but you didn’t care. “Fuck you,” you said, your voice raw with emotion. You didn’t wait for her response. You stormed out of the room, the door slamming shut behind you, leaving Dani and her cruel words behind. 

It had been a week since you’d disappeared, and the girls could sense something had happened. They couldn’t quite put their finger on it, but the unanswered calls and unread messages had them worried. But you had let them know through your mom that you were fine when Sophia, Manon, and Lara came by to check on you. You weren’t ready to face them just yet, especially Daniela. It stung, but you knew you had to pull yourself together. Your week of self-imposed isolation was over, and it was time to step back into reality.

When you walked through the hallway, it was impossible not to notice the change. Your mini black dress and red heels, almost as if you were stepping into a different world, had the students staring in awe. It was clear, the one and only Y/N Y/L/N had returned, and the school wasn’t going to forget it. Sophia’s scream of surprise echoed across the hallway, and you couldn’t help but smirk, feeling a surge of confidence. You’d been gone, but now? Now, you were back, and you owned the room.

Lara gasped, "Damn girl, you look hot!" She grinned, motioning for you to do a quick spin so she could get a full view of your outfit. You couldn’t help but giggle. As much as you weren't looking forward to facing Dani after that whole mess, you knew you'd be an idiot to let something as trivial as “a one night stand” get in the way of the fun with the other girls.

"I thought you were dying," Manon teased, pulling you into a hug, her eyes narrowing slightly as she sensed something was off despite your smiles. The girls were all fawning over how gorgeous you looked, but Manon knew you well enough to notice the subtle shift. You returned her hug with a small, appreciative smile and walked alongside the girls, purposefully ignoring Dani’s presence. Hoping it was clear to her that whatever you had with her, it was over. 

It wasn’t exactly a secret that a lot of people had a crush on you. With your striking looks, your soft brown locks, your reputation as the model student with straight A’s, and most importantly, the sweet smile you offer to everyone every single day. It was no wonder you were a magnet for attention. Flowers, gifts, and letters? All part of your daily routine. Honestly, every day felt like Valentine’s Day for you.

Megan and Yoonchae eagerly reached for the boxes of chocolates you handed them as you settled into your seat across from Sophia.

“What do you want for lunch? I’ll grab it for you,” Sophia offered, brushing a strand of hair from your face before sending you a playful wink. You felt your cheeks warm at the familiar gesture. You’d never get used to her spontaneous acts of affection. “I’ll have pasta, please,” you replied, humming softly as she stood up to order for both of you.

Dani’s eyes followed you across the room as you laughed and chatted with everyone except her. It was clear to her that you weren’t going to make it easy. With a deep breath, Dani stood up from her seat beside Lara and walked over to you.

"Can we talk?" she said flatly. It wasn’t a request, and you knew better than to make a scene, so you nodded and silently walked toward the least crowded corner, hoping no one, especially one of the girls, overheard.

Standing across from her, arms crossed and guarded, you leveled your gaze at Dani. "What do you want?"

"If you keep acting like this, the girls will notice. They’ll figure it out soon enough," Dani huffed, her tone almost pleading.

You let out a bitter chuckle. "You should feel lucky I’m still letting you be in my presence," you said, your voice tight. "And I don’t care if they know."

You turned to leave, but Dani’s voice stopped you.

"So, that’s it? You’re just gonna end our friendship over this?" She bit the words out, her eyes searching for any hint of softness.

You scoffed. "You know damn well we were never just friends." Your gaze hardened as you delivered the final blow. "Our friendship ended the moment you kissed me five months ago. Don’t act like you didn’t know that." With a shake of your head, you added, "Have a lovely day, Dani." You walked away, leaving her with nothing more to say, just the weight of her choices hanging between you.

THE END

[motherroam-rs]

(Not) Broken

NSFW - 18+

Warnings/Tags: Alcohol, Smut, Fingering, Praise Kink, Oral Sex (both male and female receiving)

Relationship: Tech x Fem!Reader

Summary: When a comment from Crosshair has you feeling insecure, Tech offers some assistance in showing you that you’re not broken.

Word count: 4.9k

A/N: big thank you to @shinigami101 for helping me with this as well as @darklightcannon and Sophia for proofreading 🫶

NSFW Below the cut

You tap your foot against the durasteel floor of the marauder, the walkway extended before you, almost pointing to the cause of your annoyance striding towards it. Crosshair wears a tipsy smirk as he stares up at you, beginning his walk of shame up the steps. From this angle you catch sight of lipstick marks trailing down his neck and disappearing beneath his blacks. So that’s where he’s been.

“You’re late.” Your head shakes disapprovingly, the lasting effects of all the free drinks at 79’s only made you more irritable. You and Crosshair did typically get along - just not when he decided to make you all late for a mission just so he could enjoy having some girl wrapped around him.

“What, jealous?” Crosshair’s taunting voice carries over Wrecker’s snores as you pass by the larger clone slumped over in his chair, he had fallen asleep about twenty minutes prior, when the alcohol at least still had you feeling giddy.

“No, I’m annoyed because now we’re running behind because you decided it would be a good idea to kriff around with a Civ!” You drop yourself into your seat, yanking down the bar to secure yourself, and Crosshair does the same next to you.

Tech, the only one who’s entirely sober, has already begun preparations for take off, eyeing the pair of you between his ritualistic preparations for the Marauders flight. Always the designated pilot, it allowed the rest of you to soak up the drinks at 79’s and sleep them off before you all have to serve your duty in the war. You were thankful of his reliability every time he caught you from stumbling around like a newborn deer, and would wrap his arm around you to guide you back to the safety of the ship on those nights.

“Maybe if it were you, you wouldn’t be so uptight.” His voice is humorous as he knocks his leg with your own, but you’re not in the mood to laugh with him.

“Kriff off, Crosshair.” You bite back before Hunter, despite being the most inebriated out of all of you, finds it in himself to pull out the sergeant card to get the two of you to stop bickering.

Crosshair was right though, you were jealous, but not in the way he thinks. Your mind flashes back to sweating bodies, discomfort, and ultimately - disappointment. Sure, you were still young, and given that you were following these soldiers into battlefields on any given day it didn’t exactly give you the opportunity to meet any men. Despite these factors, you were beginning to think there was something wrong with you.

Not a moment longer past the time you’re safely in hyperspace, you make an exit towards the bunks, not caring for any eyes that may be staring at your back before the door closes.

A soft knock echoes through the room and you take a deep breath as you hit the control panel, ready to tell Crosshair to go wash away the heavy smell of cheap perfume that now lingered in the cockpit, but the door opens to reveal someone else.

“It is just me.” He steps inside and you move back to the bunk, flopping down onto your back with as much grace as a bird shot from the sky. He closes the door behind him and takes a seat on his bunk, directly across from your own.

“Where are the others?” You’re surprised none of them have rushed in yet to claim their bunks for the night.

“They are already asleep,” Tech informs you, fiddling with his gloves in the absence of the data pad usually present in his hands. “You are upset.”

“Yes.” You confirm with a huff.

“Because of Crosshair's comment on your lack of sexual activity?” Credits to him, he had it right. Any of the others would have guessed it was just the delay the sniper had caused you, but not Tech. Despite his aversion to most people, he did understand you, and you liked to think you did in return.

“Why are you here, Tech?” You roll onto your front and groan into your pillow, which of course being GAR issued, barely muffles the noise.

“Why are you upset?” Tech sounds genuinely confused at your misery.

“Because it’s embarrassing?” You half laugh at his question.

“Because you have not engaged in intimate activities since-“ You cut him off before he can make you feel any worse about the night in question, how he had bumped into a man who never even got the opportunity to get out of his own pants. You remember how Tech had actually blushed, and was unable to make eye contact with you the whole next rotation.

“Because I can’t,” The words are spilling out to your friend before you can stop them, the alcohol in your brain only making them slip out easier. “I’m broken, Tech.” You pull yourself up to sit on the edge of the bunk to mirror him, the room spinning as you do so.

“I..” Tech pauses, his eyes momentarily flicking downwards to your thighs as he adjusts his goggles. “I am afraid I do not understand what you mean.”

“I’m not having this conversation with you right now.” You let yourself fall back onto the bunk once more, “I just can’t… finish.”

“Ah, you cannot achieve an orgasm.” The realisation in Tech’s voice makes your face burn.

“Oh maker.” You rip the pillow out from under your head and instead pull it over your face, as if you were a child hiding from an imaginary monster. But instead you’re just wishing the void of space would swallow you whole and save you from this conversation with Tech.

“It is nothing to be embarrassed about, would you say it is because your previous sexual partners were unsatisfactory or do you believe you are experiencing physical-“ He begins to reel off questions, each one making your face burn hotter.

This was not a conversation you wanted to be having with anyone on the team, let alone Tech, who would now just look at you as a broken part to a ship begging to be fixed.

“Tech!” You cut him off. “Just, leave, please?” You plead into the pillow, hoping he’s understood you.

You can’t see him, but you hear the soft creak of the bunk, and footsteps leading towards a door which opens with a soft whoosh.

He pauses, “I thought you wanted my help.” He lingers for a moment, until he’s sure you won’t respond, before leaving you once more.

Following the next mission, once you and Crosshair begrudgingly made up over Caf and teasing Hunter for being a lightweight before the batch and yourself as their medic head into battle, the Marauder is silent. For once, there is no bickering between the brothers, all of them having left to enjoy some local festivities on the planet you were stationed on for this evening. The only noise echoing throughout the bunks is the faint buzz of a vibrator and your shallow breaths.

You had it perfect, you’d showered, read a book to clear your mind, and even had a small glass of corellian whiskey to yourself. You’d received the bottle as a thank you for aiding an injured civilian and meant to save it for a special occasion, but something inside you said now was as good a time as any, especially considering the odd blaster bolt that came too close for comfort over the last few rotations.

All of the effort seems to be for nothing as you twist your free hand in the sheet, not in pleasure, but at irritation of your struggle for release. The other hand circles the edge of the vibrator over your clit, occasionally dipping down in an attempt to push it inside of you, but you’re not nearly relaxed or wet enough.

You’re so caught up in your frustration that you don’t hear the knock on the door, and the only warning you get to cover yourself comes from the light flooding into the room from the cockpit.

You jump upright, clutching the thin blanket to your bare chest and rip the vibrator away from between your legs.

“Oh,” Tech stammers from the doorway, still armoured and only lacking his helmet and gloves, his face flushed red. “I believe I have interrupted you.” Seemingly unsure of what to do, he slams his hand to the control panel, locking you both in the warm room.

“Yes.” You gulp, heart racing in your chest, fumbling to turn off the vibrator while it continues to buzz, as if it were laughing at you for your inability to cum.

“Any luck?”

Is he seriously asking you if you came?

“Tech.” You give a light warning, finally managing to switch off the device.

He gives you a questioning look, and you groan, sliding down against the mattress in defeat “No.”

Maybe it was the built up tension in you, or the fact you had a few drinks prior to your attempts but suddenly the confession works its way out of your throat.

“It’s just so frustrating, no matter what I do it’s not enough!” Tears threaten to fall and you scrunch your eyes closed.

“As I said before, I could help if you let me.” His voice is soft, level.

“How?” Your eyes open with an empty laugh and you find yourself staring at him, “Sorry, but I don’t exactly think the basic med training covers women’s intimacy issues, I know mine didn’t.”

“Perhaps I can find out the cause of your issue, if you will allow me to look.” He suggests, kneeling next to the bunk, his tone as casual as if he were discussing an issue with the Marauder.

“You want to watch me?” The words sound even more ridiculous aloud. Tech was your closest friend on the team, surely this would be crossing every line possible.

Tech looks at you with soft eyes full of reassurance, as if reading your thoughts, “I promise that nothing will change between us.”

His gaze is fixed on yours and something in his eyes makes the protest die on your tongue, his hand covers your own that is gripping the blanket to your chest. It feels warm and comforting, and your heart slows at the contact. His other hand presses on top of your knee that peeks out of the blanket, and you can’t recall a time he’s ever touched you with such purpose.

You pause for a moment, suppressing a shiver at the way his thumb brushes comforting circles on your knee, and take the opportunity to look into his eyes, searching for any hint of hesitation. Finding none, with the help of the whiskey you exhale your concerns, ripping off the proverbial bacta patch as you allow him to pull the blanket away from your bare body.

When you close your eyes in a mixture of arousal and embarrassment at Tech seeing you this way, you miss the way that his own widen in slight surprise and adoration, before darkening with lust.

He gives an encouraging nod as he applies light pressure to the inside of your knees, guiding them apart. If he feels any of the embarrassment that you do now, he certainly doesn’t show it with his gaze fixed between your legs.

“To begin, I would like for you to attempt to make yourself orgasm.” Your eyes snap open again, stomach tensing at his request. “Breathe, dear, it’s just us.”He quickly calms you, continuing to brush his thumb on your knee, and seats himself at the end of your bunk.

It’s just Tech, you’re friends, it’s not weird, he’s here to help you. You remind yourself, drawing a breath at his expectant eyes before trailing a hand down your body, which is entirely bare despite the fact that Tech remains near fully armoured. You think you hallucinate the small gasp from the end of the bunk when your fingers reach their destination, dragging slow circles on your clit.

“Would you like me to record this? I know that I typically record everything without asking but I need your consent in this situation.” His offer is uncharacteristically fast for the man who is used to keeping a level head in the middle of battle.

You bite your lip, your head already nodding before your brain can formulate an answer, and your cheeks flush at how the knowledge of Tech recording you makes your stomach tighten and wetness coat your fingers.

You withdraw your hand from between your legs, waiting as he presses the button on the side of his goggles and a small red light assures you it’s recording. “Continue what you were doing before.” He instead presses the vibrator to your open hand, turning the device on.

“Remember what I just told you, dear, breathe.” Tech reassures you once again when your breath begins to quicken. He keeps one hand on your knee as the other guides your own to position the vibrator on your clit, and you suck in a sharp breath at the contact, suppressing the moan begging to be heard.

“It is just us here, you do not have to silence yourself.” Tech's voice is hushed, but still floods your ears. The sound of it only makes you tighten around nothing.

You try to tell him that you can’t, that it’s bad enough that you’re in this situation, but that he’s helping you with it. Tech, your teammate, your friend. But, you’re not given much choice when he guides your own hand to add pressure with the vibrator, “Tech!”

You swear you hear his breath hitch at the unrestrained cry, or perhaps it’s your own.

“Very good.” He withdraws his hand.

Has his voice always sounded that tense?

You continue your movements, allowing your head to fall back on the thin pillow which seems to be the only thing grounding you to the real world at this moment. You let out a small moan when the bunk creaks and a bare hand presses to your inner thigh, forcing one of your legs into a position that will allow him a better view.

“It seems you are approaching an orgasm.” He encourages, leaning forward in quiet awe. You don’t respond, you already know what’s coming, just as you’re steps away from the precipice, the fire diminishes, leaving your body flushed and unsatisfied.

“That’s what I mean, Tech.” Your eyes finally settle on him between your legs, and despite your failed attempt to cum, you involuntarily tighten. You switch off the vibrator, discarding it on the bunk, but Tech raises his hand to catch your wrist before you can pull the covers over your naked form.

“Fascinating,” You’re about to kick him away at that, until his next statement renders your body useless. “May I try?” Techs hand guiding your own was one thing, but for him to use his own on you has your heart going faster than a pod race. You don’t know what’s possessed you, but your body responds before your mind has made its decision and you’re giving him a small nod.

He waits a moment, eyes searching your face for any sign of hesitation, before he’s leaning back to take his position between your legs, which had closed again on instinct.

“Please, relax for me.” He gently pulls apart your thighs, his fingers immediately moving upwards, lightly grazing over the soft skin.

“You appear to be wet enough, no issue there.” His thumb smears the fluid up your slit to your clit, opening you up in one motion and you gasp. Your hands find purchase in your bedsheets, and it takes every bit of control in you to not chase after his hand with your hips.

“No lessened sensation either, good.” He mumbled to himself but you can barely hear him over your own heartbeat as he moves to drag slow circles around your clit with his thumb, earning him another moan from you. At the noise, you catch Tech briefly adjusting his codpiece, suddenly looking uncomfortable.

“Tech?” Even in battle you’ve never been so breathless, and he gives a strained hum of acknowledgment, his middle finger dipping back down to circle your entrance.

“You can take it off if it’s - ah!” The words are stolen when his finger sinks into you effortlessly, and your hand grips the metal edge of the bunk while your brain scrambles to find the end of the sentence. “If you’re uncomfortable.”

He doesn’t respond verbally, but the soft click of his codpiece being released signals that he’s heard you, and he presses his hips back to the mattress. Once certain you have adjusted, he adds another finger, working them inside you with a scissoring motion that has you chanting his name in a breathless prayer.

You become increasingly aware of how he’s grinding himself into the mattress with every strangled moan and whimper he can pull from you, slipping from his usual control.

You can barely begin to form words at this point beyond his name, your senses instantly zeroing in on the harsh warm breath fanning across your exposed cunt as his fingers withdraw from you. You barely get a moment to glance at his head between your thighs before his lips press to your clit, tongue darting out to taste you.

“Is this okay?” Tech’s voice is rough, nearing Crosshair levels of hoarse.

“Maker, yes Tech.” You practically sob, and just as your mouth utters his name, he’s diving in, tongue exploring you like a man starved. At the intensity of the sensation, your thighs threaten to close around his head, but he’s fast to hitch one of your legs over his shoulder while pinning the other one down to keep you open for him.

A thin layer of sweat forms on your skin as your hands tightly grip the sheets at his attention to your cunt. First, he’s zeroing in on your clit, licking and sucking in a way that almost has you in tears, before he moves down to dip inside you, tasting you, and then repeats the process.

The orgasm is approaching fast like a wave threatening to break at shore, but then the tide begins to recede. Tech seems to sense this, pulling back and releasing your clit with a wet noise that seems to echo through the empty room.

”Look at me, Mesh’la.” Tech demands and you meet his burning gaze. Through the flames in his goggle framed eyes, you find encouragement. He wants you to watch him. Once he’s sure you’re focused on him, he returns his mouth to your cunt, sucking your clit into his mouth whilst delving two fingers inside.

You don’t know what possesses you to make the offer, whether it be the haze of pleasure in your mind, or the way his hips continue to rut into the mattress, but it spills from your lips without any filter “Tech, I can help you too- Kriff!” He sucks particularly hard at this before releasing you so he can listen to your offer, “But I’m not sure how to take care of us both at once, or if you want to…” you gesture down to his erection straining against his blacks, “Help your own situation?”.

You practically see the cogs whir in his mind, and he sits up, beginning to rid himself of his armour. “Stand up.” He orders, and despite the way your legs shake, you obey the order, gripping the upper bunk for support.

You stare at Tech, slightly confused, and a small smile graces his lips, still coated with evidence of your arousal. He’s bare from the waist up, and his hands now make steady work of removing his lower blacks in one swift motion. Your attention is caught by the sight of his cock standing proud against his tanned abdomen. You knew biologically there is some correlation between height and the size, and with Tech being tall that he would be above average, but your lips fall open at the length. You still weren’t sure what he had in mind, but you’re suddenly unsure you can handle it.

“Do not be intimidated, Cyar’ika, I will help you.” One hand reaches to your jaw, brushing a thumb along it almost lovingly while the other settles on your hips, pulling you down onto the bunk with him. Both hands are now slipping below your thighs, pulling you into a position so that you’re straddling his chest, facing towards the foot of the bunk, facing his cock.

So this is what his solution is.

“Move closer.” Tech’s grip on your hips is as firm as his voice when he tugs you up to his mouth, hot breath fanning across your cunt in another soft warning before his tongue runs over your slit in one strong motion.

Tech seems to be paying attention to the way your legs shake from the effort of holding yourself up, because one of his hands extends to your upper back, pushing you into a position where your breasts press to his stomach. At this new angle, you’re fully seated on his face, and you’re able to wrap a curious hand around his girth to give his cock an experimental tug. The moan that reverberates against your cunt has you sending a thank you to the maker that Hunter wasn’t nearby to overhear the methods his brother was using on you to assist with your predicament.

Tech’s cock is now inches from your lips and you marvel at it momentarily before allowing your tongue to run over the head, beginning to move your hand to at least grant him some relief. He jolts, groaning, and you pull back.

“Are you okay - am I hurting you?” In your limited experience with this, you’d never had any complaints, but now you worry that your partners just didn’t want to hurt your feelings.

“No!” He protests immediately, as if you were asking him if he’d like to be executed, “You’re not hurting me, please continue.”

At his insistence, your tongue licks another wet circle over the weeping head of Tech’s cock, and his thighs tense at the effort not to thrust into your mouth. You appreciate the sign of restraint from him and you tighten your hand around the base of his cock, finally taking him into your mouth. The taste and smell of him intoxicate you, igniting memories of every time you’ve stood just an inch too close to each other to the point you could practically inhale his calming presence.

You would be lying to yourself if you said you hadn’t thought this before, being here, with him. Suppressed thoughts rise to your mind and you close your eyes to bask in the moment with him, like it’s a dream that will be ripped from you.

Due to his impressive length, your lips are barely touching your fingers by the time he hits your throat and you release a drawn out moan, muffled by his cock. He sucks your clit into his mouth at this action, bringing tears to your eyes from the overwhelming stimulation.

You feel him draw his hips back, sliding out of your mouth and allowing you to take a breath before giving a short thrust in to stop at the back of your throat, which causes drool to begin leaking down his exposed cock and on your fingers.

Soon enough, the pair of you are a sight that would make a brothel patron blush. Tech continues his measured thrusts into your mouth and you take it with a moan when he begins to work you on his fingers once more. You can feel yourself practically dripping down his chin, and your stomach begins to tense - until the expected disappointment. Just as you begin to approach that high, it seems to pull further and further away from you once more.

Not again.

Tech seems to have read your mind and agreed with a strained “No,” as he pulls away from your cunt, but the room still echoes with the wet sound of his fingers scissoring into your heat.

“I need your full focus, I will not fail you at this Mesh’la.” He lifts you off his face and you release his throbbing cock from your lips. His grip is firmer than before, likely from the mounting frustration at his incomplete task, as he pulls you to face him. In this new position, you’re straddling him and you can feel the press of his cock to your inner thigh.

“Do you trust me?” There’s determination in his eyes, as if you’re a piece of the Marauder that he needs to fix.

“Always, Tech.” His eyes soften momentarily at this, but he reminds himself of the task at hand and with a speed you’ve only seen him use in battle, he’s flipped you both so you’re pinned underneath him once more.

Now that he’s above you, his length seems even more daunting and your hand grips his shoulder when you feel the head of his cock press to your entrance. Your whole body seems to tense, and you can’t help but dig your nails to his shoulder, which brings his eyes to yours.

“Shh, Mesh’la, that’s it, relax.” Tech’s voice is gentle but authoritative as he instructs you, pressing a kiss to your jaw. Even with his thorough preparation of your body, the stretch as he enters you is overwhelming, and yet, it’s better than anything you’ve ever felt. You had been preparing for the usual pain and discomfort, but this was on the opposite end of the scale.

“Breathe for me Cyar’ika,” he presses another kiss just below your ear and his voice sounds almost strangled. “That’s it, good girl.” He pulls out ever so slightly before rocking his hips back into yours, delving deeper into you.

“Just a little more, I promise, you can take it, you’re-“ a low groan sounds in his throat and you feel his lips ghost against the edge of your ear. “Taking me so kriffing well already.”

Is this the first time you’ve ever heard Tech swear?

He’s entirely inside you and the fullness is now euphoric. Tan skin is coated with a sheen of sweat that makes him look almost angelic, his lips and cheeks flushed from the effort of holding back from pushing you too far when he begins to rock his hips into yours.

A string of Mando’a curses tumble from his mouth as he falls into a rhythm of slow thrusts, keeping the pace your body needs to chase its high that hasn’t quite worn off from all the previous work his mouth set you up for. The precipice is no longer escaping you, he’s keeping you there, dangling you over the edge of it whilst simultaneously grounding you to him.

The room echoes with every gasp, thrust, and moan. It’s some kind of erotic orchestra conducted by Tech to encourage you along, and it’s working. One of his hands tangles in your hair, pulling your head to the side so he can press wet, open mouthed kisses against your pulse point.

Every action that Tech’s making, no matter how small, has you more intoxicated than any drug in existence, and your legs tighten impossibly around his hips in an attempt to keep him close to you. To help you let go.

“It’s okay, you can let go for me, Cyar’ika.” Tech’s reassuring words speaking your own thoughts are all you need to push you over the edge. You’re gasping into his shoulder, and you can’t help but bite into the soft skin with a desperate plea of his name. He shudders at this, slamming into you with now uneven thrusts as he buries his face in your neck.

“That’s it, I’ve got you.” Tech is coherent enough to be guiding you through your own release, despite being overcome with his own. His lust laced voice is all you can hear over the overload of your senses, a sharp whisper in your ear to guide you through this new world of pleasure where you tighten around his cock like you’re trying to keep him deep inside you.

It’s a blissful moment, with Tech entirely spent between your legs, tears rolling down your face and his name still in your mouth. It’s a moment that’s over too soon when he withdraws from you, and you can’t help but moan at the release of fluid between your thighs. Your friend's cum is leaking out of you, only momentarily, because he’s already grabbed his blacks from the end of the bunk to press between your thighs, cleaning the mess from your legs.

“I’ll wash them.” He assures you.

Once satisfied that you’re both taken care of, he lays next to you on the defiled bunk, pulling your half limp body against his. You never thought that Tech would be the kind for intimacy after sex, and yet you can hear his steady heartbeat against your cheek. You’re honoured, almost, for him to hold you like this when he found discomfort in most physical contact.

“I told you that you were not broken, Cyare, I am always correct.” He presses his lips to your forehead, and despite how he’s just brought you to the very brink of what your body could handle, your chest tightens.

Were you broken? No, he’d proven that much. Were you kriffed because of how your heart seems to skip a beat at the small moment of tenderness with your friends lips against your hairline? Yes, you were.