#It not an insult n I will punch ur teeth in

[makkie-is-screaming]

fighting with my brother because he’s using retard as an insult n I just can’t stand that

[tankgotstuckinthecircusgate]

no fr sometimes i feel like accepting henry in falcone family was a mocking insult from carlo

[hearts4chriss]

Leather Jacket.

𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒

Bad boy!Chris + Nerd!Black fem!

Part 03

prompt: where Chris catches his friends bullying you and has too make a big decision.

contains: ANGST! Bullying, crying, violence, use of pet names ( my girl, princess, baby ), major fluff at the end ( keepin that a secret )

it had been 4 days since that whole incident in class with us, resulting in me taking her home which leaded to me beginning to take her home after her physics club and my football practice.

accept one day, it took her a bit longer than normal.

See my practice ended at 5:30 and her club ended at 5:45. I didn’t know what was taking her so long, I figured they just got held up so I waited another 15 minutes.

That’s when I began to hear some rumbling as yelling behind the school as I was in the front.

I sigh dropping my bags down and begin to walk behind the school seeing something I-i didn’t want too.

There she was, in her uniform on the ground surrounded by 3 of my friends.

they had taken off her glasses and were holding them away from her and mocking her calling her “nerdy girl” , “freak” , “ugly nerd” and hurtful words causing my fists to clench and my heart pump.

they had took her bag and threw her papers everywhere and they just kept laughing at her and throwing insult after insult and it began to break my heart as I couldn’t watch her be in pain anymore

“Please-just-leave me alone-“ she shudders through her tears and my “friends” just laugh at her.

“or what? gonna go cry to your boyfriend?” Oh wait you won’t have one! You never will because guys don’t like pathetic things like you. They chuckled and kept laughing at her and I had enough of it.

“Guys what the fuck are you doing?!” I yelled and they all turned around and looked at me.

“Just picking on this nerd you should join”. One smirked at me and I tilted my head to the side and scoffed.

“No I’m not doing this- I’m not doing this anymore I’m done”. I stood my ground my fist clenching becoming more visibly noticeable and one of them give me a pity laugh as I’ve never been the one to turn them down

“What? She’s just a girl she’s nothing sp-“ I cut him off with a swing too the mouth causing him to fall and the ground as the other two immediately catch and go for me next

“What the fuck man your supposed to be our friend? Beating us up for some random ne-“ that resulting in two gut bunches two the other guys as they all fall down on the wall.

“Watch ur fucking mouth when ur talking about her”. I say through gritted teeth leaving them all a few angry punches causing blood to appear on my fists

I was pissed, how dare they talk about this innocent girl who doesn’t do anything and at that, she’s my girl, she’s my fucking princess.

“c-Chris”- I hear her little voice cry out weakly and my gaze immediately shifts to her.

her slump body lay in the corner and her glasses scattered off and scratches on the clear lenses, her books and papers scattered and she looked so in distress as tears and shakes consumed her body.

“baby..I’m right here I promise”. I say leaning down in a squat beginning to pick all her things up and put them in her pink backpack.

she looked up at with me with a shaken and scared expression and that’s when I realized she really was afraid and she was hurt.

“You mind if I carry you?” I asked her calmly and she shook her head and I scooped her into my arms carrying her bridal style.

She rested her head on my chest as I picked up my other bags I had left near the entrance of the school.

“It’s okay princess I got you”. I kiss the top of her head and she sighs tiredly as I placed her carefully in the front seat of my car.

I began to drive her back too her house and she just laid there in the seat looking so fragile, as if she’d been broken into a million pieces.

“Ur parents care if I come in?” I asked peering at her softly.

“N-no they’ll be okay with it-“ she stutters and I smile at how cute she was beginning to drive down her street.

I parked in her drive way grabbing her bag with her keys in it and carrying her once again.

I unlocked the door and was greeted with her parents who had a shocked look on my face

“Oh god what happened?!” Her mother says with a worried face.

“Some a- guys school were bullying her and I took care of it”. I said calmly watching my tone and language and her mother sighs.

“Thank you- her rooms just up this way”. She sighs again and I nodded thanking her carrying her upstairs.

“Did we just let Chris sturniolo be alone with our daughter?” Her dad whispers.

I suppose we all have our moments…

In her room

I lay her on the bed and rummage in her closet grabbing her one of my hoodies I’d left over from when we…you know. She really liked it so I let her keep it.

“Here honey”. I give her the hoodie and she sits up.

“Can you help me? Please?” She says softly giving me puppy eyes slightly squinted because she wasn’t wearing her glasses.

“Oh of course”. I say being quick with taking off her clothes my breath hitching seeing her in a matching white bra and panties but I shake my head and place my hoodie over her smaller body.

“wait- m-my glasses- where are they?” She said anxiously getting up searching her bag and scrambling

“Wait”- I was cut off by her pulling them out her bag, the scratches on the lenses seemingly broke her heart, she needed those glasses and she loved them.

“My glasses…” she sighs sadly and I come over to her pulling her into my arms.

“I’m sorry sweetheart, I promise I’ll fix all of this for you yeah?” I say facing her toward me and she smiles showing me her dimples and I instantly melt seeing her face like this.

Seeing how vulnerable she was with me, at her weakest point and she trusted me, the boy whose known for manipulating girls just like her, she was sitting right in his arms, my arms, peaceful and quiet.

She gained her trust for me, overtime even though I manipulated her into letting me fuck her, that wasn’t just a one time thing. I had grown too like her more overtime.

Seeing how she responded to my body, the way she would flush through her gorgeous brown skin, the way she’s stutter when I’d call her princess or baby or any of my nicknames for the matter. The way she’d sink into my arms whenever I wrapped them around her. The way she grew more comfortable with me had just made my heart pump with anticipation.

I needed to protect her, watch her, take care of her, make sure she was okay.

there was no sign or whatever to explain why my feelings are the way they are.

But there’s one thing I could say, something I never thought I’d say.

I think I’m falling for her

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[strangeradventuresofp]

protector (zuko x reader)

requested by : @gogo-is-cooler-than-you  -  can i request a fic for sokka or zuko where the gaang gets into a fight and they go to y/n to protect her but they find out shes like a god at hand to hand combat? ty

“We’ve been looking for hours. We’re never gonna find him.” You sighed as Zuko looked at you.

“We have to keep looking for him.”

“Why? So we can waste more of our time? He’s probably just gone on one of his wild adventures, he does it all the time.”

“Sozin’s comet is in only two days. We have to find him.”

“We aren’t going to find him, Zuko. You’re the expert on tracking him, and even you have no idea where he could be.”

“I am?”

“Well.. Yeah, you chased us around the world for months. So, shake up that brain of yours and give us some ideas of where he could be.” You ruffled Zuko’s already messy hair, chuckling as he grumbled. “Well, come on. Anything?”

“I do have an idea, but we should really tell the others first, so they don’t get left behind.” You nodded at the boy and turned around, walking back down the path you had come from. 

The rustling in the bushes stopped you in your tracks, and you clung to Zuko’s arm. He put himself between the bushes and you, calling out whatever was lurking. You heard a sinister chuckle as you watched a few men in familiar red uniforms stride through the bushes. You didn’t know who they were or what they wanted, apart from that they were apart of the Fire Nation.

“If it isn’t Zuko, the banished Prince. The traitor.” The soldier in front spat, and your blood boiled as he insulted your boyfriend. 

“I suggest you shut your damn mouth before I shut it for you.” They laughed as you spoke through gritted teeth.

“Put a leash on your dog, scarface.” You ran at the soldier, as Zuko tried to grab your arm, calling out your name in concern. He was nervous, as he knew how brutal Fire Nation could be; his scar was proof of that. Once you were close enough, you lunged at the soldier, lifting his arm over your head, elbowing him in the chest, then in the belly. As you pulled his arm down in front of your eyes, you pulled the man’s body over your head and threw him to the ground, earning a series of groans from the injured soldier. 

Zuko watched in complete shock, as well as in complete awe. He knew you were feisty, but this was a whole different side of you; a side which he truly had no idea about. He was about step in as another soldier attempted a sneak attack, but before he could react, you spun around and kicked the man in the chest, launching yourself up into the air and landing behind the final soldier. You gave and received a few punches, but it was nothing you couldn’t handle. 

“Get off her!” Zuko wanted to help, but he had no way of using his firebending on the soldier, as he was afraid of hitting you. He ran and jumped on his back, covering his eyes with his hands. You maneuvered around them and peeled Zuko off the soldier’s back, trying to hold his weight while you kicked the soldier’s back. As you let Zuko down, you heard a crash of metal as the soldiers ended up morphing into one in a lump on the ground. 

“Let’s go.” Grabbing Zuko’s hand, you led him along, and you followed the path that you had walked on previously. You noticed Zuko’s brows were furrowed. He was deep in thought. “Zuko? Are you okay?”

“I just...”

“Don’t listen to what they said. They’re just mean jerks. And nothig that they said-”

“No, it’s not that.” Zuko stopped, and turned to face you. “I had no idea you could fight like that.” You smiled.

“I don’t normally get into very many fights for people to see it.”

“You’re incredible, Y/N!” He cupped your face gently in his large hands. “I’ve never seen anything like you. The way you moved, the way you fought them and used their strengths to your advantage, it was incredible! You’re phenomenal, Y/N.”

“But what about you, Mr. Firebender?”

“Forget about me! You took down three Fire Nation soldiers who can firebend, with no weapons or bending, completely independently. I had no idea how great you were at fighting.”

“Well.. It only really comes out when I’m super angry, or trying to protect something.”

“Well, which one was it just then?”

“Both. They were insulting you, Zuko. I’m not gonna let them get away with that. They were going to try to take you away, and I’m not gonna let them do that either.” Zuko smiled before embracing you, and you smiled against his chest, feeling his warmth. You felt so safe in his arms, but felt such an overwhelming desire to protect him, even when he’s not necessarily in danger.

“Zuko?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, pretty girl.”

You smiled up at the boy you loved and took his hand once more, intertwining your fingers. After a while you ended up back at the camp, to find the others sat there, apart from Aang, obviously.

“I guess you guys didn’t find Aang, either.” Katara sighed, looking down. You gently touched her shoulder in consolation.

“Don’t worry, Katara. He’ll turn up soon, I promise.”

my masterlist (requests open!)

A/N : thank u so much for the request<3 i hope you like it !! i thought i would do this as a zuko fic cus i made a similar one for sokka not long ago so !!! and also cus i wanted to use this gif cus its HOT the lil smirk he does MY GOSH anyway i rly hope you like it and thank u for reading i hope u have an amazing day ur all angels ily xo p

[obutsuwrites]

work friends (miruko x reader, part 2)

summary: basically, miruko convinces reader to meet at the mall. possessive behavior and fingering ensue. 

warnings: light dom/sub, thigh riding, face-sitting, vaginal fingering, mommy kink

part one

my ao3 for more shitposts

my ko-fi~!

word count: 3,729

A high-pitched chirp pierced the woman’s dreamless sleep. Setting such a deafening ringtone was supposed to be an advantage. Hot stories don’t stop once night falls, an unfortunate truth the woman had already learned. The woman rolled over; tired hands latching onto her phone.

「UNKNOWN NUMBER」 | 12:45 am

ur laugh was almost cute 🤪

Speak of the devil, and she will appear.

Air caught in her throat, somehow worse than a punch in the gut. Crimson eyes burned in the woman’s mind. Cherry pits she couldn’t ignore. She exhaled. The act was almost orgasmic as greedy lungs resumed function.

What… what do I say? Naturally, words came to the woman like magic. A gift she attributed to countless All Might articles. All Might. His name felt heavy somehow now. The woman sighed and typed a short response.

「XXX」 | 12:47 am

This is Miruko, right?

Three dots appeared as half lidded eyes struggled to maintain focus. What does this stupid bunny want this late? Her mind felt fuzzy, as if she hadn’t slept at all. Exhaustion was rooted in her bones; a slow ache.

「UNKNOWN NUMBER」 | 12:48 am

wats ur addy

Of course. Wait. Is… is she trying to hook up? A lump of disgust and anxiety swelled within her stomach. Casual sex wasn’t foreign to the woman. It was a concept she celebrated, but the image of hungry, crimson eyes plagued her. Carnivorous orbs that threatened to eat her alive.

「XXX」 | 12:49 am

You woke me up. It’s *midnight*. I can interview you tomorrow.

This was a bargaining chip. Perhaps ignorance would save her. Or maybe I’m committing career suicide, she mused. Rumors and whispers of reporters doing “favors” for interviews wasn’t unheard of. Morality wasn’t a concern for the perfect article.

The woman stared intently at her phone, eyes bleary and heavy. Dread mounted in her stomach as minutes passed. The woman rubbed her eyes. Maybe she’s asleep already. The thought brought her comfort as sleep dusted over her. Fatigue had won.

≛

A hearty exhale left the woman as throbbing muscles stretched against morning light. Another dreamless sleep with a side of awkward sleeping positions. Nothing out of the ordinary for her. She layed in bed, determined to absorb the early sunlight. Eventually, the woman rolled over and began to check emails. Ignorance was a blessing. The woman’s phone vibrated in her hand, the motion jarring and obnoxious. Right. The rabbit.  

「UNKNOWN NUMBER」 - INCOMING CALL

Red eyes flashed through her mind. Soft hands trembled, knuckles white and taunt. Her finger hovered over the answer button. The notification was imposing; a beast that dwarfed her. An electrical wave crept through the woman’s spine. Anxiety now rooted in her stomach.

“H-hello?”

The pro hero snickered. “Finally ya answer, kit. Think you owe me your name for the wait.” She could almost feel Miruko’s hot breath through the phone. A sweltering gust that starved the room of oxygen.

The woman swallowed, saliva thick and tongue bulky. She muttered her name like a prayer.

“Cute name, kit. You never replied to my text. Still game?” Miruko’s voice cut into the word kit, as if it were an insult. Belittling.

She shifted in bed, words unable to become tangible. Prey caught in the powerful jaws of a predator. Shivers continued to assault the woman as she opened Miruko’s text.

「UNKNOWN NUMBER」 | 12:55 am

watever. meet me @ hiro mall.

Hiro Mall. Hiro Mall! She giggled; the sound unnatural and falsetto. A laugh she hated. Hiro Mall was thirty minutes away via car, but… I don’t own a car. No reliable transportation!

“I don’t live near Hiro Mall. S-sorry, can’t do it.”

Miruko’s thin lips pulled a mischievous grin. “Don’t apologize, it’s annoying like that laugh. I’ll pick you up,” the Rabbit Hero insisted, tone assertive and deep. Like rich chocolate.

A sour expression spread through the woman’s features, panic in her veins. An icy chill ran into her skull. The beginnings of a migraine.

“N-no it’s fine. You’re probably too far away.” She glanced around, desperate to escape the call. “We can arrange an interview later in the week.” A mall is too unprofessional anyway.

“C’mon. I gotta scoop for you, little kit.” Miruko sounded almost eager. A tight edge to her voice.

Another laugh left the reporter as she spoke, “Listen, M-Mi-Miruko… I appreciate this offer I really do. I just can’t today. I have -- I have other arrangements today.”

The Rabbit Hero released a hearty chuckle. Playing hard to get, huh?

“Can’t clear your schedule for an interview with the number seven pro hero Miruko?” She teased.

She feigned a smile. “I did agree, didn’t I? O-okay. I’ll text you my address.” There was no escape from the rabbit. Coils of anxiety refused to unravel within her gut. Painful, hot bundles that tore into her.

“Good kit.” A click followed the rabbit’s voice. The woman released a pent-up whine.

Are all pro heroes this rude?  

≛

“I like your hat,” the woman mused, her sentence punctuated by a gentle chuckle. Miruko’s ears twitched at the sound.

Pro hero Miruko stood before her in casual attire; denim shorts, a plain t-shirt, and a brown baseball cap. It felt almost wrong to see the number seventh hero like this. Vulnerable. Human.

“That laugh was cute. Why don’t you laugh like that?” The ghost of a smirk rested against Miruko’s lips. Blush for me, kit.

A yell echoed through the mall before the woman could reply, “Hey! It’s Miruko! Miruko, can I get an autograph?!” Like magic, a young boy appeared in front of the couple, his smile was sunlight. Too bright to ignore. Pen and paper in tiny hands.

Crimson eyes observed the child with anticipation. She was not a rabbit, but a peacock. A peacock that revelved in attention.

“Sure!”

Miruko bent down and lightly grabbed the parchment from the boy; signing an indecipherable signature. The action seemed too gentle for the carnivorous woman. She’s creepy when she’s nice, the reporter thought as a shiver crawled down her skeleton. Like a dull ache in her bones.

The boy’s face broke out in a boyish grin; a smile too big for his face. Curious orbs drifted from the mythical hero and stuck to the unfamiliar figure beside the rabbit.

“Hey… are you a hero too? Are -- are you Miruko’s friend?” the boy prodded, his voice soaked in excitement and stars in his eyes.

The woman awkwardly shuffled and inspected her shoes. A pit began to widen in her stomach. The feeling left her empty and anxious. Starving. “Sorta. Work friends.”

“What’s it -- “

Before the child could ask, Miruko interjected. The woman’s tone was hard and rough, like sandpaper. “Sorry kid. We gotta bounce.”

Calloused hands reached for the reporter, finding purchase around her waist. A quiet yelp was exhaled from the woman; the sound sharp and sudden. Maroon rage bubbled under Miruko’s intense gaze as she ushered the woman away.

“Friends?” Miruko hissed, a dangerous glint in her eyes. The woman felt like injured prey, ready for the slaughter. “We’re not friends and you fucking know it.” Snowy ears twitched in annoyance. Little kit doesn’t know her place. The thought was venomous and ravenous; a lion starved and wild.

Her hand burns.

"Miruko… Are we not friends?" Curious eyes locked onto the rabbit. Begging for Miruko's attention. Was a pro hero a liar? Her brain felt branded by the question. Burnt. Ruined.

Large hands released the woman. Strong arms encased the woman; like a dragon hoarding gold. A wolf with teeth trained on a young doe. Poised, prepared. Miruko's heart threatened to leap from her chest, the sound like thunder. The woman couldn't ignore the roar against her.

The hero swallowed. "I want you to call me Usagi. No, Usagi. It'd sound cuter coming from you." Miruko grinned, lips too tight and teeth too sharp.

"Usagi, let me go. This is too intimate," the woman stated plainly. The situation was too familiar. Too similar to last night.

"You like my hat?"

Gross hot carrot breath.

Silver strands hung over muscular shoulders as a confident voice tickled the woman's ear.

"I'll try some on for you, because it's you!" Stars danced in Miruko's eyes. Crimson orbs now enveloped in joy.

≛

The couple sat on a bench, both parties tired from a day of giggles and coy smiles. Hidden signs of affection between the two. A genuine laugh from the woman made Miruko’s ears twitch in excitement. It was the same feeling she experienced before; the hero’s stomach was in knots. A hot, tangled mess that stung.

Miruko watched as the reporter gingerly checked her emails. She demanded a detour to rest and get her bearings. Miruko peered over her shoulder, unaware of the anxiety that began to bubble in the woman’s throat. Like mucus stuck in her nose. Thick and suffocating.

The woman turned to her, lips tugged into a curt grin. Too formal, too polite.

“I was thinking,” she began; still enamored by work, “you promised me an interview. We can grab lunch and I can pick your brain.” Finally, I’ll get my story. The woman vibrated with elation. It was a buzz that warmed her down into her bones. Her dreams were within reach; so many opportunities.

Miruko’s calloused palm slid across the woman’s thighs, creeping along as if to memorize the supple flesh. The rabbit wanted to bury herself between them. Pillowy thighs that touched deserved to be worshipped.

She caressed the woman’s thigh as she spoke, “Don’t live too far from here… You like your coffee black?” The hero’s casual attitude left a horrible taste in her mouth. A bitter, rotten taste. Miruko’s hand was scorching against her thigh, a juxtaposition to her clammy skin.

“No, tea. I know… I know of a cafe not far from here.” Words were impossible again. Intangible things. The woman’s sentence was punctuated with a shrill chuckle, another sign of internal concern. A part of her dreaded being alone -- in a private space -- with the hero. Famished eyes still regarded her as prey. Oval cherries.

“Got tea, too. I think you’re just scared. I don’t bite!” Much, Miruko thought, playful lips stretched into a lop-sided grin. She was desperate to taste the woman, to spread her apart and worship. Miruko kneaded the doughly flesh underneath her, as she waited for a response.

Finally, the woman looked away; too ashamed to face the rabbit.

“O-okay.”

≛

Miruko’s apartment was unexpected. It was plain -- almost unbelievable to imagine a hero living here -- much less the number seventh hero. The only noteworthy addition were flowers, as if the room had exploded in a bomb of flora and perfume. They looked out of place with morning dew still fresh on vibrant petals. Was she anticipating this? Hints of flowers assaulted the woman’s nose; the smell was nauseating.

“I redecorated!” Miruko blurted out, a move uncharacteristic for the headstrong woman. She felt exposed like this. The object of her desires was so close -- and yet the rabbit had to be vulnerable. It wasn’t uncommon for Miruko to bring a woman home, but a sea of flowers wasn’t her normal. She was inexperienced in...  this. The hero’s heart began to tremble again, the sound booming, leaving her breathless.

The woman only nodded, as if aware of the lie. “Flowers are pretty, aren’t they? I suppose we can start with the first question; Miruko… you don’t have a scoop for me, d-do you?” Her voice faltered as the woman lost her conviction. Plush lips quivered, afraid of the answer.

Her lips look so soft. Without thinking, a tanned finger brushed against the woman’s lips. Miruko quickly withdrew her hand. A muted pink dusted her cheeks, like a child caught. The hero’s snowy ears burned with embarrassment.

“Do it again.”

“What?” Miruko asked, hungry eyes wide. Saliva pooled in her mouth. A predator drooling over wounded prey.

“D-do it a-again.” The woman’s tone was pleading, in need of attention.

My attention, Miruko thought as she swiped a thumb across delicate lips. The flesh reminded the rabbit of her thighs. A familiar heat began to pool in the bottom of her stomach. The rabbit inched closer; the woman’s chin cradled in her palm, thumb still caressing her lips like ritual. Touching the woman was electric. A shock that left Miruko in a daze of want.

Hot breath tickled the woman’s nose as Miruko spoke, “I’m going to kiss you.” Chapped lips collided against the woman. The kiss was forceful and hungry. A lion finally ravishing a meal. Miruko continued to lean into her, as if trying to establish dominance. Gentle hands rested against the rabbit’s toned chest. Miruko tasted like carrots and mint. An obvious attempt to hide the vegetable. The weight of Miruko caused the woman to stumble, and the pair landed awkwardly on the carpeted floor. Miruko landed on top of the woman, hard muscles pressed against delicate flesh.

“Sorry, kit. Guess I got a little too excited. Are you okay?” Miruko’s tone was laced with worry. The genuine concern was new to the woman. Humanizing. Patches of red decorated the woman’s cheeks and her heart pounded against her ribcage like a drum. The sound was deafening.

Red orbs watched with interest and long strands of silver hair settled across small shoulders. Her hair tickled. The woman tried to stifle a chuckle and nodded, even now her soft frame was dwarfed by the hero.

Abruptly, Miruko kissed her again, grinding wide hips into the woman. The rabbit’s hands transversed the woman’s body, starving for her touch. Calloused palms cupped large breasts and massaged. Miruko’s touch wasn’t gentle like a lover’s, but rough and greedy. An involuntary moan slipped from the woman, who was now unable to keep composure. The hero took advantage; seeing the moment of weakness as an opportunity, and jammed a wet tongue into her mouth. Miruko’s hot tongue explored the damp chasm. She wanted to commit every part of the woman to memory.

The rabbit pulled away, the act only to allow her companion fresh air. Lungs gasped for air. Hungry and starved. Before she could force in another lungful, Miruko pressed further against her, and roughly grabbed tiny wrists. The woman was puzzled by the action until she felt the warm presence of Miruko’s finger hooked around her waistband. Miruko licked her lips in anticipation as drool threatened to leak out.

Crimson orbs locked onto the woman, as if to ask permission.

“Please,” she begged. Her voice was small and quiet. Too ashamed to admit the burning ache that settled into her core. The need for Miruko hurt. The woman was racked with impatience. She wanted needed the hero’s greedy fingers in between her.

A thunderous laugh vibrated from Miruko as she discarded the woman's undergarments. “You’re so cute. Submissive and begging for Miruko the hero.” The rabbit shoved a thick finger in between large thighs -- thighs Miruko wanted to dig into. Miruko’s finger curled inside the woman’s craving, wet core. Vicious teeth were bared in a smirk; she could just eat the woman. Devore her whole. On instinct, Miruko’s mouth latched onto the woman’s neck. Her pulse was rapid against the hero’s tongue as Miruko began to suck upon the supple flesh. Erotic sounds of pleasure escaped the woman. Her face was flustered and on fire, a sweltering heat that ravaged her.

Determined fingers pumped into the woman’s slickness. She lifted her hips into Miruko, franic for the hero. Her stomach twisted as shivers shot through her spine.

“Tell Mirko the hero how needy you are. Beg for me.”

"U-Usagi --"

"Miruko," the hero corrected, her sentence punctuated by a second finger. The sudden intruder caused the woman to gasp. Such a cute noise! Miruko curled the second finger and pumped both digits in rhythm. The woman continued to lift her hips, greedy for Miruko's touch.

A low whimper drifted from the woman, "Mi-Miruko, please, please, please … Kiss me. Claim me." She shrunk under the rabbit's gaze. The heat across her cheeks felt permanent. The woman quickly turned away, too embarrassed to allow Miruko a peek.

Miruko grabbed her hips and shoved the soaking woman against her. A small puddle began to pool against the rabbit's shorts. The woman -- too enthralled by Miruko's fingers -- was blissfully unaware of her mess. Delicate wrists were released as sturdy hands palmed the wet spot.

"Look at what you did, kit," Miruko said, placing the woman's hand against the puddle. Gentle orbs locked onto the mess; her cheeks now a vibrant red. Like poppies on her cheeks. She quickly withdrew her hand; as if the puddle was fire.

The woman's voice was muffled and hushed. "I’m s-sorry…” she mumbled, her face hidden by trembling hands. Embarrassment was segmented back into her reality; the woman left too conscious of Miruko’s gaze. It was uncommon for strangers to see the woman so… exposed. Even past lovers weren’t afforded the treat.

“You’re just leaking for me. So fucking wet for Miruko.” She wiped a finger across the mess and used another hand to free the woman’s sight. “I want you to watch.” Miruko’s sentence was entwined with lust. An insatiable need. The rabbit brought her juice stained finger to her mouth and sucked, cannibalistic red eyes locked on the woman. Her pink tongue swirled around the digit. A line of saliva connected the rabbit’s finger as she slowly dragged the apendenge from her mouth. After teasing the woman, Miruko shoved the spit covered digit into the woman. Her cunt now ached with three thick fingers. It felt like too much; her core stretched around Miruko.

The hero didn’t continue to finger fuck the woman. Like a predator playing with injured prey. Enjoying her meal.

Pleading eyes bore into Miruko as she pulled her soaked fingers from the woman. Lips held a dirty smirk. “Rub your clit against my thighs, mommy wants to feel your cunt.” The woman winced at the word. It sounded so dirty, so inappropriate… and yet she shivered at the hero’s words. Desperate for relief, desperate for stimulation; the woman began to rub her slickness against the hero’s exposed thigh. Her face almost sizzled with a crimson blush. She felt the heat up to her ears. Molten lava.

The woman was unable to face Miruko’s starving eyes. Cherries that wanted to rip and tear into her. Muffled sobs racked the woman; the sensations of embarrassment and pleasure blended together in a blur of pathetic arousal. Her body betrayed her as she grinded harder into Miruko’s thigh, the stimulation proving not enough for her swollen clit. The woman could feel the hot blood that pulsed through her core.

“Mi-Miruko, f-fuck me,” she begged.

“Look at you, kit, using such dirty words. You call this begging? This is pathetic. Tell Miruko how much of a slut you are.” Her tone was aggressive, as if the woman’s pathetic nature was an offense.

She swallowed, her mouth devoid of spit as she sobbed, “Please, Miruko! I’m such a slut; I need your fingers! Please, please, please.” The woman’s sentence was chanted, almost like a mantra. A perverted prayer.

Sharp teeth clashed against the woman’s ear. “Sit on my face. Wanna fuckin’ drown in you.” Miruko’s voice was no higher than a whisper. Like a secret between friends. Without hesitation, the woman nodded and stood up as Miruko positioned herself between pillowy thighs. The rabbit’s mouth salivated in anticipation. I’m going to fucking devour you.

The woman slowly lowered herself onto the hero, afraid of injuring her. She wasn’t small and fit like Miruko. She was big and jiggly. Like jello. A body Miruko wanted to grab fistfulls of as she fucked her into a mattress; letting the woman know how beautiful she was. Her aching, wet cunt finally made contact with Miruko’s pink tongue. Sandwiched between gigantic thighs, Miruko began to run her tongue down the woman’s folds. The woman released a lustful moan. She clamped a hand to her shy mouth as Miruko’s tongue slipped into her. She yelped at the sudden action. Miruko snickered underneath the woman, her sounds were like calls from heaven. Honey that coated her ears in a thick sweetness.

She worked at the woman’s mound, only encouraged by her lewd sounds. The woman could no longer muffle her moans; her body stuck in a sea of shivers. Her tongue -- her tongue felt so fucking good. Wide hips grinded into Miruko, hungry to have her tongue deeper within. Two thick fingers plunged into her hole, replacing Miruko’s tongue. The rabbit’s digits slapped into the woman’s drenched thighs. Her tongue wandered up to a swollen, red clit. She took the bud into her mouth and swirled the blood filled nub.

“F-fuck…” A long moan punctuated her sentence as Miruko began to suck on her clit; her fingers scissoring within her, stretching her. The woman’s greedy walls contracted around Miruko. The woman’s large chest heaved as breathing seemed impossible. Hot, short breaths mixed with wails of ecstasy. Miruko continued to suck on the woman’s clit, treating her puffy nub like a treat. Her tanned face now slick with the woman’s juices. The room was filled with the sloppy sounds of the woman’s cunt and her moans. Miruko’s ears couldn’t help but rapidly twitch, the rabbit almost too excited.

“Stop… stop, I’ll cum!” The woman whined, her voice lecherous and heavy. Like a fog. Her confirmation caused Miruko’s fingers to ramp up in speed, fingers now curled inside. An audible pop sounded as Miruko released the woman’s puffy nub. The rabbit’s sharp teeth grazed the sensitive flesh. She alternated between sucking and nibbling the woman’s clit. The woman felt an uncomfortable tremble crawl through her stomach, settling at the bottom. Her body begged for release.

A string of profanities erupted from the woman as she came, juices squirting down Miruko’s chin. The hero licked her lips, still hungry. With her moment of bliss gone, and her body weak, the woman gingerly stood up. Her ears and face were a bright pink; like cotton candy.

Miruko gazed at the woman, a lop-sided smirk ghosting her face. “You got me drenched in your pussy. C’here and clean it up, kit.”

[17-imagines]

[request] [scenario] downpour

21: “We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?” 30: “It’s not what it looks like…”

(ur welcome!!!! ya’ll, i cried various times writing this. inspired by jihoon’s lyrics for ioi!!! enjoy)

Title: downpour 

Member: jeonghan

Genre: angst - post-break up // good ending

Word Count: 1903

What exactly is ‘love’?

The definition varies for everyone, really; someone’s definition of ‘love’ could be a warm blanket and food, another’s a tub of ice cream and kitten cuddles.

Yours was…

Yoon Jeonghan.

He was sunshine and rainbows, the moon to your stars, the smile on your face.

Was.

He’s now the rain to your clouds, the tears strolling down your face and the headache that just won’t go away.

His legs are no longer tangled with yours, his eyes are no longer on you and his hand isn’t perfectly fitting in yours.

He’s a faint memory of heavy rain, thunderous clouds and wet footsteps.

You’re jolted out of your state of self-loathing by a clap of thunder, followed by a flash of lightning that illuminates the dimly lit library. You run a hand through your hair and let out a tired sigh, because the document in front of you remains blank, and there’s an X over the wifi connection.

“You can’t be serious, hyung - you’re studying when we could be, I don’t know, playing video games back at the house?”

“You’re kidding, right Gyu? Did you come to university to graduate, or be put on probation?”

The two voices begin to spit insults at each other, and it would be a lot more helpful if you were writing a paper on why boys were stupid, but you aren’t.

You shut your laptop, not like you were going to get anything done, anyway, because with the storm brewing outside, it's bringing back memories you shouldn’t remember.

You recognize the fraternity symbol embroidered onto the back of the arguing males’ backs, a diamond with cursive reading ‘SVT’ below it, and the lump in your throat grows larger, your heartbeat quicker.

You do your best to not draw attention as you fling your belongings into your backpack and jerk your laptop charger out of its outlet.

You’re almost home-free when you realize it’s pouring rain, and you’re umbrella-less. 

“Hey, are you al- “ You turn at the voice, taking a few steps back from the male who unconsciously smiles, expression softening at your all-too familiar eyes and lips, breath hitching in his throat, struggling to finish his sentence, “-right… Are you… Um, gonna be okay out there?”

An ache settles into your chest when you meet his eyes, so you quickly avert them and turn away, towards the heavy wooden doors. “Yeah. I will.”

“You don’t sound too sure. Wait here, I’ll lend you my umbrella.”

He doesn’t wait for a response, and you can hear his footsteps grow quieter as he walks away.

You’re not going to let him do this for you, because you don’t need false hope to mend your aching heart, so you push the heavy door open, ignoring the call after you, and immediately walk out into the quad, rain drenching you from head to toe.

The heavy door that shut seconds before swings open again, wet footsteps ensuing.

“I know you hate me but it isn’t a reason for you to get sick.” You continue walking, not trusting yourself to reply, because it takes everything within you to refrain from crashing into his arms, sobbing.

You feel a warm hand around your wrist and you almost melt.

“Please, look at me. Don’t be like this. It’s about your health.” Your eyes don’t wander, focused on the puddle beneath you, the puddle your shoe is currently drowning in. He sighs. “Just let me help you.”

You don’t reply, so he decides to take action, pulling you gently, guiding you down a path covered in leaves and lined with flower bushes.

“...Where are we going?”

Your voice is quiet and unstable, but he is so glad to hear those four words, even if they aren’t what he wanted to hear.

“To get you dried off and warm,” is all he says, the grip around your wrist loose enough for you to shake it off, for you to take off running towards your parked car.

But you don’t, and he’s glad.

He takes you to a two story house with all its windows lit, but unlike the other houses that are littered with people drinking and partying, there’s only the sound of a movie playing and manly screams.

His room is well, his room, and resembles the room he had back in high school. Clean, give or take the mess of clothes and books on the floor. He approaches you with a hair towel and a sweater you oddly recognize.

He reaches for your wet strands but you stop him, taking the towel from his hand. “I can do it. I’m not a kid.” The words sting, not only him but you, because you don’t want to hurt him, but he hurt you. Far worse.

“Right. I’m sorry.”

He turns away when you strip off your damp jacket, leaving you in your undershirt. You hold out the sweater he lent you, recognizing the worn out sleeves and stretched out logo, almost breaking into a smile until you realize where you are, and how inappropriate it is. 

You pull it on, wordlessly.

He opens his mouth to speak when the door is pushed open, a half-naked male entering, scratching his head.

“Jeonghannie, we ran out of sham- “ The male pauses, taking a few steps back, noticing the clothes on the floor and the sweater loosely hanging on you. “Shit, did I…”

“It’s not what it looks like, Cheol. Not a good time to barge in.”

“Right. Sorry. I’ll be… Gone. Bye, (F/N).”

It strikes you odd because you’ve never spoken to ‘Cheol’ in your life, and even odder when Jeonghan closes his eyes, grimacing at the male’s use of your name. 

“How does he…”

“He knows everything.”

“Oh… I forgot, guys like to talk about their ‘achievements’. I get it.” You shift glancing at his desk, cluttered with notes and candy wrappers, to only catch sight of a polaroid, the same polaroid you keep in your wallet, because you keep ‘forgetting’ to throw it away.

“Don’t belittle yourself like that. You’re not an ‘achievement’, you were my first. You are my first.”

His voice breaks and the bed creaks as he sits on it, ruffling his hair. “You’re so, so important. Don’t ever think anything less.”

“Not important enough,” you snort, shutting your eyes. “I can’t do this, Jeonghan. I don’t want to talk to you.” You pick up your fallen over bag, slinging it over your shoulder, heart heavy. “I have to go.”

“There’s no way you’re going out in that weather. Umbrella or not, you’ll get caught in the eye of it and get hurt.”

“Since when did you care about what happens to me, Jeonghan?”

You reach for the doorknob, turning it when a quiet, soft voice breaks through your defense: “Please, stay with me.”

It’s those four words that break you, your backpack slipping off your shoulder, tears streaming down your face as your vision blurs.

It’s those four words that Jeonghan couldn’t bring himself to say all those month ago, on a night like this, a downpour like this.

He can only say them now, to hope he isn’t too late.

“I’m sorry, jagi. So, so sorry.” He leaves his seat on his bed to envelop you in an embrace you melt into, arms all-too familiar and hug all-too warm. He feels wetness pool against his shirt, and his hand finds your hair, running through it.

“Why did you leave me, Jeonghan? I miss you everyday.”

“I miss you everyday, too.”

“You don’t. Liar,” you grumble, punching his chest lightly. “You’re happy here. You know everyone. I only had you, and you left me.”

“I do. I’m sorry.”

“You’re not sorry either.” You continue to lightly punch his chest, only to have more tears spill over, your sobs breaking through the quiet room.

“I am. I can’t stand to hear you like this. Please, jagi, stop crying.” He rubs your head softly as your body trembles against him, vulnerable and tired.

“Why?”

“Why?” He repeats, slowly, carefully. “Because you deserve better than a high school sweetheart, a loser in a fraternity who sings. You deserve someone who deserves you.”

“You aren’t!” You protest, wriggling out of his arms, crossing yours. “You’re everything to me. You don’t deserve me, but I deserve you.”

He shakes his head. “I don’t. I hurt you. I… Broke you.”

“It… It doesn’t mean you can’t fix me.” You wipe your eyes with the sleeves of his worn-out sweater, staining the fabric a shade darker. “I’ll stay with you, but you have to stay too.”

He smiles, white teeth and all, pulling you into hug, warm lips on your forehead. “I will.”

He wipes your tears softly, gently, kissing your reddened cheeks, holding them in his hands. He misses this, misses you, and never wants to let go of you. Never again.

He holds you close and tightly, and when he wakes up in the morning he’s afraid to open his eyes because last night felt like a dream.

But there’s a weight on his arm, legs entangled with his, and hair in his face.

And he knows you’re right there beside him.

-

“Please tell me you brought your umbrella.”

He shakes his head, almost smiling.

“Why are you so happy about that? We’re in the same situation as last night.”

“Because…” His hand finds yours, intertwining, tugging you onto the first step, into the rain. “It doesn’t matter if we both get sick, since we have each other.”

He pulls you into the middle of the quad, spinning you, holding his arms out to catch rain on his face.

“We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?”

He nods giddily, grinning, pulling you close.

His lips find yours, a pleasant warmth compared to the coldness of the rain drenching the both of you, and he smiles against you, holding you against him.

“We’re making another memory in the rain. A happier one.”

Your definition of love was Yoon Jeonghan.

Now it’s the sound of rain, a warm kiss, and the feel of rain on your skin.

His definition of love has always been you. You, and the pitter-patter of rain.

‘It’s alright, it’s just a passing downpour.’

bonus aka why seungcheol knew about u

[09:17 PM] jeonghan to ‘why are we called 17 if there are 13 of us’: someone buy cold medicine for me plz

[9:18 PM] 17’s visual dad to ‘why are we called 17 if there are 13 of us’: ok i will but explain why (f/n), the girl who made u cry every night is in our house ??????????????????????

[9:18 PM] jeonghan to ‘why are we called 17 if there are 13 of us’: oh…. we made up.

minghao changed the chat name to ‘this chat name is too long’

[9:19 PM] 17’s visual dad to ‘this chat name is too long’: so.. no more crying at night?

jihoon-goon changed the chat name to ‘shut up im sleeping’

[9:20 PM] jeonghan to ‘shut up im sleeping’: yeah!

minghao changed the chat name to ‘only children sleep at this time’

[9:21 PM] 17’s visual dad to ‘only children sleep at this time’: good.