#he looks good with untied hair ngl

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— it was all for Lu Guang?

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[themultifanshipper]

after re-reading the newlyweds!au for the third? fourth? time i've been daydreaming of the actual wedding party😭 any chance we could get a prequel starting with the night before the wedding where carlos and reader can't sleep so they tire themselves out👀👉👈 as well as maybe party shenanigans with the drivers and reader's friends after?

thank you 💕 i seriously enjoy reading all of your fics, keep up the amazing work 🫰

You were getting married tomorrow.  

Married. Fucking married to the love of your life.

Sleep didn't want to come for you that night, you were much too excited about your special day.

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Warnings: smut, bickering, face fucking, pussy eating, implied squirting?, implied subspace?, using body weight to pin someone down, aftercare, Carlos being a bit of a freak ngl

You were laying on your bed, buzzing with nervous energy while Carlos took his turn in the shower.

It was nerve wracking, but it was also going to be the best damn day of your life.

Marrying Carlos Sainz was no small affair. He had a huge family, and so did you, and the extravagant event had been payed for by his father, along with some generous contributions from your friends and colleagues of the paddock, many of whom were also attending.

The party would be wild, you knew it already, Lando being the main organiser, and more than one embarrassing moment would undoubtedly be immortalised by the wedding photographer.

And through it all, Carlos would be there, by your side with a hand around your waist.

And the other would probably be feeling up your arse in the curve-hugging dress you'd picked out.

By the time you'd finished dreaming about the day ahead, Carlos had come out of the shower and was leaning against the doorframe, admiring his soon to be wife.

“I cannot wait until you are stuck with me forever” he sighed dreamily.

You snorted.

“More like you're stuck with me.”

He grinned and slowly made his way towards the bed.

“Well, it is true you are stubborn… and reckless… and insatiable”

When he got to your level, he curled a hand around your ankle and suddenly tugged you down the bed.

You gasped and tried to cover yourself. The only thing you were wearing was a silky robe, which had ridden up as you were dragged across the covers.

“Carlos!” you scolded.

He hummed and climbed on top of you, putting his hands either side of your head, caging you in.

“Say my name again, it sounds so good in your mouth” he purred and you rolled your eyes.

“Yeah yeah, I know exactly what you want to put in my mouth and it also starts with a C” your finger trailed through the smattering of coarse hair on his chest.

He lifted an eyebrow as a smirk tugged at his lips. If you were in the mood, he certainly wasn't going to stop you.

“You don't want to say my name?” he teased, hands going to untie your robe.

You shook your head like a petulant child, zipping your lips and throwing away the key.

He chuckled darkly and stood up, throwing his towel on the floor.

“Then we need to find a better use for that mouth of yours, come here”

You smirked and slinked down onto the floor, on your knees in front of him.

He grimaced and quickly grabbed one of the pillows to put under you.

So thoughtful even when he was planning on fucking your throat until you cried.

You took him into your mouth while he was still only half hard, so it was easy to take him whole.

Carlos was a grower, not a shower.

It wasn't long before you choked around him, no longer able to take all of him as your hand went to wrap around what you couldn't fit.

He groaned, putting your hair in a makeshift ponytail so that he could see your beautiful eyes look up at him with tears in them.

“You look so beautiful with my cock in your mouth” he whispered, fully in awe of you as you drooled at his praise.

He rocked his hips back and  forth, shallowly thrusting into the heat of your mouth while you tried your best to relax your throat for him.

He pulled you down further and further, forcing you to take more of him and he let out little gasps every time he hit the back of your throat.

“So perfect for me, letting me use you like this. I can't believe I will be able to have this for the rest of our lives…”

He kept babbling out praise as he got closer to the edge, and eventually he came, filling your mouth and you eagerly swallowed it all, sticking your tongue out to show him.

“Good girl” he groaned, patting your cheek. “Now it's your turn”

He leaned down to pick you up, hands hooking under your thighs and he threw you onto the bed.

He wasted no time climbing on top of you and spreading your legs.

“Baby…” he tutted “You are so wet even though I have not even touched you yet…”

He leaned down slowly, painfully slowly, dark eyes never leaving yours as he stuck his tongue out and stopped, hovering just above your aching heat.

The intensity of the moment made you whimper, he was just staring at you intently while you trembled underneath him, waiting for him to close the distance between his mouth and where you needed him most.

“Please…” you whispered, barely audible over the pounding of your heart.

His mouth twisted into a dark smirk, exposing his teeth as he dipped down, eyes still fixed on yours.

Incredibly slowly, and maddeningly gently, he licked a stripe up your folds up to your clit, and then went back to hovering a few inches above your skin.

He swallowed, savouring the taste of you, eyes darkening even more as they still never left yours.

“Delicious” he growled.

He hooked your thighs over his shoulders, arms wrapping around them to hold you open for him as he dipped down and devoured you.

His tongue didn't leave any part of you unexplored as he dragged it up and down, and in and out of you, and you threaded your hands through his luscious hair.

You tugged on it, making him groan into your flesh and you knew you weren't going to last long.

“Fuck-“ your high pitched whines just served to motivate him to go faster, and in no time you were crying out as your body writhed under his unrelenting tongue.

You panted hard as you came down from your orgasm, looking down at a dissatisfied looking Carlos.

“What's wrong?” you asked perplexed.

He pretended to think for a moment before shrugging and giving you a dark look.

“You didn't even scream my name… It must not have been good enough.”

He tightened his grip on your thighs.

“I guess I have to try again” and with that he dived in again, licking long strokes over your clit as your hips tried to buck away.

“Fuck! I can't come again Carlos.”

“Don't try to get out of it now. I will make you come as many times as it takes to tire you out, hermosa”

You whimpered as his tongue dipped back down and a finger slid into you without resistance.

He pumped it in and out a few times before adding a second one, the slight stretch making you keen as the stimulation on your sensitive clit and on your g-spot made you see stars.

When the third finger joined, he stopped pumping in favour of just rubbing the pads of his fingers roughly against your inner walls and you moaned loudly as you felt your second high quickly approaching.

Your hands tightened in his hair and seconds before you were going to come, he withdrew his fingers completely, giving your clit one last lick and climbing up the bed to tower over you.

“Bastardito” you panted and he chuckled.

“That is not a word” he teased, pulling your legs up to hold them against your chest.

“Perhaps I should give you some Spanish lessons” his cock rubbed against you, lightly stimulating your clit as he hummed to himself.

“Maybe you should shut up and fuck your wife”

He lifted an eyebrow cockily.

“You are not my wife yet. Isn't sex before marriage like… a sin or something?”

You giggled. “Baby, that ship set sail a long time ago”

He smirked.

“English expressions are so stupid” he mocked.

“Your dick is stupid” you retorted.

“It's about to fuck you stupid” he growled playfully.

You bit your lip and smiled.

“It can try”

His tongue poked the inside of his cheek and his jaw clicked.

“It will succeed”

He lined up and pushed inside, pushing against your cervix as he bottomed out.

He shuddered, your tight walls were clenching around him and he had to take a second to breathe.

He sat up and placed his hands on the backs of your thighs, pressing them harder into your chest and making you sink further into the mattress.

Once he was sure he'd put enough weight on you to stop you being able to move, he bucked his hips and you moaned at the action.

The added pressure on your stomach made you cry out as he slammed into your g-spot repeatedly. He was going to force this orgasm out of you at an unnatural speed and you almost blacked out from the pleasure coursing through your body.

He grinned, the dark look from earlier returning as he rammed into you at an incredible pace, stamina unmatched as you fell apart under him.

You wanted to touch him, maybe give his back a few scratches, but your arms were useless as this point so you just grabbed the sheets in extasy.

“Touch yourself, hermosa. I want you to feel so good the neighbours hear my name loud and clear.”

Your barely had the presence of mind to do so, but you brought a hand to your sopping folds and felt where Carlos' cock was drilling into you.

It was intense, being literally held down and pounded into the mattress by your fiancé.

You rubbed lazy circles into your clit and he felt you pulsing around him as your orgasm crept up on you.

“Good girl. Now come on my cock, I want you to soak these sheets”

You screamed his name as you came, indeed soaking the sheets as he fucked every last drop out of you.

He couldn't hold himself back any longer, he came inside you with a groan and stilled, collapsing on top of you.

You were on cloud nine, mind floating as he stroked your cheek and kissed you sweetly.

“I love you, so much.” He whispered against your lips.

You hummed into the kiss, whimpering when he pulled out of you and let go of your legs slowly, letting you stretch them out as your hips ached.

He went to grab a glass of water and a damp cloth to clean you up, and once he'd ensured you had drank at least half the glass, he tucked you into bed and kissed your forehead.

He cleaned himself up quickly in the bathroom, then slid in next to you to hold you in his arms.

You definitely needed to get at least a few hours of shut-eye, because tomorrow was probably going to be a very busy day.

[elllisaaa]

Update! I’m back a legal adult now, as of yesterday as promised.😖🤞🏽 I missed you everyday babes😫🫶🏽, so I have a birthday request, how about Bangchan birthday sex?😵‍💫🤞🏽‼️

hiii lovely ! ngl i missed seeing you on my notifications too 😖 wishing you a big happy birthday even if i'm little late and i hope this will be enough of a present ! enjoy reading !

BIRTHDAY GIRL - BANGCHAN

-> pairing : softdom!chan x sub!reader

-> words count : 1.1k

-> genre : smut

-> warnings : teasing, dirty talk, praising, body worship, use of 'good girl', oral (f. receiving), fingering

+ the way i'm depicting chan does not represent him, it's only a work of fiction.

-> 18+ content bellow, minors dni

-> reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated ! sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language

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Your birthday has never been too important to you. Sure you had little parties with your closest friends and family members, but not too much. But for Chan, it was way more than any other day of the year. He wanted to surprise you, to remind you how loved you were and how proud of you he was. So everytime he had a day off, he spent it planning this and organizing everything so that your friends and family could be there. 

And all these sleepless nights trying to make everything perfect were definitely worth it when Chan saw the tears of joy in your eyes, and the biggest smile he had ever seen stretching out your lips. As he watched you laugh and be happy the whole night, talking with everyone he had invited, he couldn’t wait for the moment he’ll have you all for himself, couldn’t wait for the moment he’ll take care of his birthday girl. 

When you closed the door of your shared apartment after your best friend finally left, you couldn’t help another smile from blossoming on your face. Chan was often away or busy with his work, but everytime he did things like this, you were remembered of how much he loved you, of how much he cared for you. You decided to leave the mess of the living room and the kitchen for tomorrow morning, walking to your bedroom to finally rest and have some time alone with your boyfriend. 

“- Baby ? Where are you ?”

You frowned while searching for him in the empty room but not seeing him anywhere. However, you noticed a neat, black box displayed on the sheets of your bed. You approached it slowly, untying the white bow that was holding it together, and opening it to discover a beautiful lingerie set. It was in your favorite color, in the perfect shape to compliment every one of your curves. 

“- Do you like it ?”

You turned around when hearing Chan’s voice, seeing him wearing only a pair of shorts and leaning against the doorframe. 

“- If I like it ? Channie, it’s beautiful ! But it looks so expensive…”

Chan approached you, leaning down so that he could kiss your lips, hands coming down to hold your waist. 

“- You know it doesn’t matter to me, I just want to spoil you baby.

- You really are too good for me…”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him down so that you could kiss him back, softly at first, sweetly. But Chan had been holding back the whole night from letting his eyes wander all over your body, and now that he had you all for himself, he needed to feel you. Quickly the kiss got more and more heated, his hands slipping under the hem of your dress to find their spot on your ass, and yours coming up to play with the strand of his hair, tongues dancing along with each other. 

“- You look amazing, couldn’t stop watching you all night.

- Yeah ? I wore that dress for you, know that you like it a lot. 

- Fuck… Yes, I do. But I want to get a look of what’s underneath, will you let me ?”

You only kissed him as an answer, sweeping the lingerie box away from the sheets and getting him down on top of you. Neither one of you was in a rush, wanting to savor the taste of your skins. Chan slowly got you rid of your little black dress that has been driving him crazy, kissing every inch of your body up and down, caressing the delicate skin with a feather-like touch. You surely did some more dirtiest things before, but to have your boyfriend worship you wasn’t too bad either. The slightest touch had you shivering and moaning quietly. Chan lazily marked your skin from your neck, to your breast that he spent a lot of time sucking and massaging, and finally down to face your now dripping cunt. 

“- You’re so wet baby, want me that much ?”

The pout forming on your face had Chan giggling but he listened to your unspoken request, diving in your cunt and practically making out with it. He knew you loved it, and he loved it just as much, loved feeling your hands pulling on his hair when the pleasure was too much, loved having to hold you down so you stopped squirming away, loved hearing your broken moans for more. 

“- Channie, feels so good…”

You could feel the proud grin on his lips as he sucked on your clit harder, one of his fingers entering as a reward for voicing your emotions. And also because he loved to be praised, loved to have you put into words how good he was making you feel. His tongue lapping at your juices paired with the now two fingers pumping in and out of you had you close to your orgasm already. 

“- I’m so close Channie, can I cum please ?”

Your eyes were watery, feeling on the verge of crying as the pleasure was building up quickly, heating up your whole body. Chan detached himself from your pussy, his chin and lips covered in your slick, his gaze soft despite the smirk on his face when he looked back at you. 

“- Such a good girl asking for permission… Go on baby, cum on my fingers.”

This was all you needed to let go, the knot in your stomach snapping, covering his hand in your release. The sight of your fucked out face and your loud moans resonating in the bedroom were enough for Chan’s cock to leak precum, and for making him crave more of you. But tonight was all about you, tonight was all about what you wanted and needed, tonight was all about satisfying you. Chan knew he was not always here when you needed him due to his packed schedule, but he intended on changing that right now by spoiling you and making it up for all the times he came home late and left you hanging on your own fingers and toys to cum. 

And the smile on his face was telling you just that as he came up to your face, kissing you hungrily as his hands roamed all around your body once again. Chan was convinced that he would never get enough of you, of your taste, of your lips, of your hands on him. But for now, it was his responsibility to satisfy you, not yours. So he pinned your hands to the mattress, watching you restrain the little whimpers that were about to slip past your lips. 

“- Tonight is all about you baby, let me make you feel good all night and relax, okay ?”

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what my girl wants, my girl gets (lhs)

pairing: boyfriend!heeseung x fem!reader

summary: you and heeseung have been living together two months and you couldn’t help but want his touch. luckily, your boyfriend was glad to help you in fulfilling your sexual fantasies.

genre: SMUT (MDNI i'm begging you)

warnings: masturbating (female reader), unprotected sex (but of course practice safe sex irl people!!!) fingering, oral (female receiving), reader has sexual fantasies and has a slight praise kink (?), y/n and heeseung saying “fuck” lots of times

note: the transitions and dividing of the scenes are bad ngl

*read more under the cut*

waking up in the morning with heeseung beside you was something you never thought would happen.

four months ago, you and heeseung have been talking about moving in together since you always drop by his place or vice versa. and in most cases, you miss each other a lot and don’t get to see each other often due to personal schedules.

so when both of you can finally afford your own place, both of you agreed to share rent in the apartment you’re living in right now.

and you couldn’t stop thinking how right you were in moving in with your boyfriend.

you brush your finger on heeseung face, tracing the bridge of his nose that you loved so much. heeseung scrunched his forehead and slowly opened his eyes, seeing your finger caress his face. he turns to your side and kisses your forehead.

“good morning,” he says with a groggy voice that sent chills down your spine until it went down your pussy. you try your best to maintain a sweet, innocent smile and hugging heeseung by his chest, pretending it’s not anything sexual but really, you’ve been craving for his touch for so long.

“my girlfriend is clingy,” heeseung teases and you look up at him and gave him your annoyed face.

“how about i make us some breakfast?”

“bacon and eggs?” you ask while pouting.

“what my girl wants, my girl gets.”

the sentence just made your pussy ache more but heeseung has always had a way in flirting with you or giving you praise.

you kiss heeseung by the cheek before he pulls himself up and leaves you in your bed.

you lie back down and recall the day you first felt neediness.

it was the day heeseung got home from work and he was loosening his tie quickly and unbuttoned three buttons of his shirt. he didn't do it on purpose but him slowly taking off his clothes made you feel sexually aroused.

so…you’re not the kind to have dirty thoughts but ever since that happened, you’ve been dreaming of how heeseung would be if you ever had sex.

there were times that you’d wake up with wet panties and you silently hoped heeseung didn’t catch you or else it’ll be an embarrassing moment for you.

now that you’ve become a girl with sexual needs, you’d search for porn sites and end up touching yourself in the bathroom before heeseung would come home. it was the only way to satisfy your cravings in a way.

though you still craved for heeseung but you just didn’t know how to tell him.

***

you were in the shower listening to some chase atlantic songs. you had a tiring day from work and you needed to release your frustrations.

you inserted your fingers in your pussy, digging them deep and you circle your clit. suddenly, the thought of heeseung taking you from behind while showering made you feel more wet.

“h-heeseung…”

you fasten your pace and kept circling your bud. the feeling and your thoughts were making you shake your legs. you placed your hand on the shower wall and kept rubbing yourself until you felt yourself cum on your fingers.

after drying yourself and putting on some clothes, you got out of the bathroom, still drying your hair with a towel.

you opened the door to you and heeseung's shared bedroom and surprised to find your boyfriend starting to undress himself.

“y-your home early.”

“my boss said we can go home.”

it suddenly felt like déjà vu with heeseung untying his tie then unbuttons the three buttons of his shirt. when you thought you were done with your orgasm, you felt your pussy becoming more wet thanks to the scene in front of you and your sexual fantasies of heeseung railing you.

“chase atlantic, huh?”

oh shit.

“it's not your usual playlist.”

heeseung says while continuing to unbutton his shirt. the sight of his bare back was making you hard to breathe. you turn around, drying your hair again to pretend you weren’t nervous.

“my friend at work recommended their songs to me so…”

you say as you sat on the edge of the bed with your back facing at heeseung’s direction.

“you take long in using the bathroom these days.”

you breathe in and out, and talk trying not to sound nervous, “i…i’ve been stressed and tired. needed to relax so…yeah.”

“but…i’m here.”

you hear heeseung whine, visualizing that he is pouting right now. and when you turn around, you were right. and damn he’s not wearing a shirt right now. nevertheless , you set your sexual thoughts aside.

“you’re right.”

you open your arms to heeseung and he walked to you, kneeling to reach your level before giving you a hug.

you wrapped around heeseung’s bare upper figure. unintentionally, you ended up sniffing his neck where you burried your face in.

you hear heeseung laugh and you pull up, “what’s funny?”

heeseung shakes his head while biting his lip, “nothing, it’s just…”

you shiver when heeseung places his hands down to your waist and they travel inside your shirt.

“you’re so cute when you get turned on.”

you blink your eyes.

wait.

you pull away from the hug and see heeseung with a smug on his face.

“you were sleep talking the other night. you kept calling my name and then you…”

heeseung looks down and you follow his gaze. our eyes grew when it landed on his crotch, realizing you might have humped him on your sleep.

“s-so…you heard me in the bathroom…a while ago?”

heeseung was still wearing a smug on his face and you knew that he knows about your sexual fantasies about him.

you groan, “let’s break up!”

you shut your eyes at the realization. just as you feared, heeseung finally knew your dirty little secret.

“oh god, this is embarrassing!”

you cover your hands as you continue whining but heeseung only laughed at your reaction.

“don’t laugh! this is exactly why i didn’t tell you.”

“babe, babe.”

heeseung holds your hands, brushing his thumbs on each of them.

“don’t be embarrassed about it.” 

you still couldn’t take your hands off from your face. first, you’re embarrassed. second, you’ve only been dating for six months and heeseung might think you’re only looking for sex. third, you were sexually fantasizing about your boyfriend that he might think you’re some perv.

heeseung leans forward and captures your lips. you kissed back and hold the back of his neck, pulling him closer to you. you inhaled through your nose for air then let out a whimper as you exhaled.

heeseung opens his mouth, moaning at the sound you just let out. you took this a chance to insert your tongue until you felt his tongue battling with yours.

“y/n…”

hearing heeseung moan your name made you want him more. but you were also nervous that maybe heeseung didn’t want this and only said yes because of you. You stopped your movements and heeseung looked at you, worried.

“what’s wrong, baby?”

“i just…are you sure?”

“i’ve been thinking about it too.”

you suddenly shot your head up and removed your hands from your face.

“w-what?”

heeseung holds your face, “how could i not when you’re all i think about?” he adds, “and i want it to be with you.”

this time, heeseung kissed you harder and both of you were catching your breaths. you grabbed him closer and pulled him until you were lying down on the bed with heeseung on top of you.

“now, what does my girl want?”

“i want you to…eat me out. touch me. fuck me.”

“what my girl wants, my girl gets.”

heeseung starts going down on you. you sit up and bite your lips as you see heeseung kneeling in front of you.

“gonna take these off okay?”

you nod and you stood up a little to help heeseung in taking your bottoms off. once your shorts and underwear were on the ground, heeseung looks at you with lust.

you sat down again on the bed and slowly watch as heeseung leans his face forward on your pussy.

you breathed out as you feel heeseung kissing your pussy. he was kissing it like it was your lips. the longer he did it, the more aroused you felt. then he began sucking you and took your clit whole like a lollipop and you started letting out breathy moans.

you grip one hand at the edge of the bed while the other is on top of heeseung’s head. you throw your head back as heeseung alternates his movements of kissing, sucking, and licking your clit.

“how does my girl feel?”

“s-so good…ah!”

heeseung’s pace quickens and you threw your head back again. you let out choked moans before screaming. your legs were starting to shake that heeseung had to hold your thighs down.

minutes later, you felt your pussy dripping but heeseung was still there, eating and licking every last bit of you while you grip his hair.

you never thought that you’d live to see heeseung’s silver hair in between your thighs. the sight was so arousing and beautiful to see.

“you taste so good,” heeseung mumbles as he continues to suck your clit.

you push your hips forward, wanting more even if you were dripping so bad, the sheets were starting to stain.

“f-fuck, heeseung!”

you heeseung groan and this time, he inserted used his fingers to massage your clit, circling it and you moaned when more essence came out of you.

“t-that’s good…”

you lie down at the bed, arching your back as you placed your hand inside your shirt to touch your breast.

you screamed more when heeseung places his fingers inside your hole and sucks your clit again.

“oh my god!”

heeseung kept pushing his fingers in and out of you, that it made you see stars. you tried standing up by supporting yourself using your elbows. your boyfriend looked so focus as he was watching your cunt dripping. the sight made you throw your head back and held heeseung’s wrist as you followed the direction of his movement.

your legs were shaking and your pussy was exploding but heeseung was so adamant to make you drip endlessly.

“i’m so close—FUCK!”

heeseung pulls his fingers in and out fast while eating you. minutes later, you came on boyfriend’s face. you were panting and brushing your hands on heeseung’s hair.

when he lifts his face up, you liked the sight of your essence on his nose and chin. you immediately pulled him and kisses him with an open mouth, groaning when you tasted yourself.

“we’re not done yet.”

heeseung grabbed your ankles and tossed you in the bed. you took off your shirt and threw it somewhere on the floor.

you eye heeseung taking his pants off before crawling on the bed. you open your legs, still feeling your cum dripping from your pussy.

when heeseung kneels in front of you, you whisper, “let me ride you.”

without hesitation, heeseung grabs the back of your knees and you wrap your legs on his waist.

you moan when you felt heeseung’s hard member under you.

“you ready?”

heeseung asks you and you nod. he lifts you up and positions his dick in your hole.

as you sink down, you moan as you let yourself take in heeseung slowly. he let out a moan too, making you feel less worried that it was only you who can feel him. your hole was sucking heeseung’s dick that it motivated you to begin moving.

you slowly bounced up and down, throwing your head back. feeling heeseung’s dick inside you was a dream come true. hearing him groan at your tightness was music to your ears.

heeseung was looking down, seeing how both of you are taking each other so well. the sight of you bouncing on him was something he didn’t know he would find addicting to look at.

“you’re s-so big.”

“y/n, you feel so good.”

you continue bouncing up and down faster that heeseung threw his head back at the head board. heeseung holds your back and rolls his tongue on your nipples that made you moan louder.

“g-god!”

your thighs were becoming tired but you haven’t reached your high yet.

“heeseung?” you say as you slowed down your movements.

“yes, babe?”

“can you…fuck me from behind?”

“fuck yes.”

swiftly, your stomach is now flat on the bed. you moaned when heeseung inserted his dick you without a warning.

“heeseung…you feel so good…”

you say as you grip your hands on the pillow. every time heeseung moved his hips forward, you’d moan until you rolled your eyes at the pleasure he was giving you.

“am i making your dreams come true?” 

“yes! oh god yes!”

heeseung leaned down, biting your ear and grabbing one of your nipples to play with. you instantly felt your pussy getting wetter.

“my girl is taking me so well.”

you hide your face on the pillow under you and bite it. you’ve been thinking that this feeling was so sensational but really, it was heaven and euphoric. your fantasies were becoming a reality and your boyfriend was so willing in making it come true.

“o-oooh!”

“feel good?”

you nod your head vigorously, “s-so good!”

“faster, heeseung!”

hearing your request, heeseung pounds you faster and you threw your head back, not minding if the stretch of your neck was hurting you. you forced to turn your head to face heeseung whose eyes were shut and moaning along with you.

“hee?” you tried to talk with a breathy, choked moan.

“yes, baby?”

“kiss me, please.”

heeseung leans down and kisses you, both of you trying to catch each other’s lips. you scrunched your forehead when you can feel heeseung’s cum starting to drip down from him.

“let’s cum together.”

you nod your head and heeseung pushes himself into you again and both of you were left a moaning mess.

you let out continuous screams as your body rocked back and forth along with heeseung’s movements. heeseung held your hand gripping on the mattress and you locked your fingers with his.

when both of you came, heeseung placed his face on your nape and kissed it as both of you slowed down. both of you were panting and heeseung kissed your shoulders to soothe you down. when he pulled out, only did you feel the burning feeling in your butt and in your hole.

you felt heeseung lie down beside you but your stomach was still lying flat on the mattress. heeseung hugs you and gives your bare back many kisses and the feeling was ticklish, it made you giggle.

you turn around to face heeseung and like you, he was a mess. a beautiful mess. his hair was all wet and some got into his sweaty forehead. you couldn’t help it so you lunged forward and grabbed heeseung’s face to kiss him. you opened your mouth in the kiss that heeseung followed. you were basically eating each other’s faces.

“y/n, y/n—”

heeseung held your shoulders and you giggled at his protests.

“what?” you say while giggling.

“nothing. just…that was amazing.”

you smile, brushing the hair blocking his eyes, “you were too.”

“didn’t know my girlfriend can be so wild.”

you slapped his chest and laughs at your reaction.

“you were too!”

you yelped when heeseung turned both of you around with him on top of you.

“see what i mean,” you say, raising your eyebrow at him.

“and i can be that again.”

heeseung leans closer to your face, “should we do another round?”

one of your imaginations include heeseung asking you for another round until both of you fucked each other’s brains out.

“yes, please.”

“what my girl wants, my girl gets.”

without warning, heeseung inserted his dick inside you and left you screaming the entire night.

[honey-on-your-tongue]

PLSSS can I have some fem! Na’vi! reader x Jake?

Jake being tied up & reader a soft Dom 😩🙏🏽

giving Jake the sloppiest blowjob he’s ever received and then just touching herself in front of him

And Jake being like „untie me rn, I need to touch you“

and when he’s untied he’s rutting into reader

THIS HAS ME CREAMING MY PANTS NGL 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭

“You trust me, don't you, baby?” you ask Jake as you tighten the rope, tying his hands behind his back, ropes working as a halter across his chest to keep him upright against a tree. You make sure he can't pull free before taking a step back.

“Mhmm,” Jake replies, his voice a soft gasp.

The night is dark, soft, the glow of bioluminescent plants outlining your blue skin, putting Jake's desperate features into stark contrast.

You lower yourself to your knees in front of him, eyes looking up at him through your eyelashes. Your plump lips find his thigh, kissing him slowly, gently, your tongue tracing over the trembling muscles.

Jake groans lowly as you reach his cock, your lips kissing the tip as it drips with precum, your tongue trailing up his underside. Jake shudders, throwing his head back and you spit on his cock, your saliva warm as it drips down his length.

“Please,” Jake whines as you wrap your hand around his cock, jerking him, your eyes taking in his reaction, his face contorted into so much neediness, he almost looks in pain.

You lick over the head of his cock before taking him down your throat. Jake gasps quietly, his hips bucking at the sensation of your warm mouth. You allow him to sink all the way in, to the back of your throat, and then you start bobbing your head. Your spit trails out of your lips, down your chin; it rolls down Jake's cock and slithers over his balls, and he can feel it, warm and dripping, and he whines.

“Please, please,” he begs, trying to rut his hips against you, trying to fuck your face, but your hands are on his thighs, holding him in place.

You move back so his cock falls out of your mouth and he whimpers at the loss of you. “Shh, it's okay,” you assure him. “I'll give you what you need, baby. Just be patient for me, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Jake replies, nodding, his eyes finding yours. You smile up at him as you take him into your mouth again, and he watches as his cock sinks between your lips. “Fuck!” he cries, hands itching to find your hair, to tangle themselves in there, to just touch you.

Jake's cock bruises the back of your throat with every slow movement you make, and he's shaking, his entire body quivering with pleasure. And you continue, your eyes on his face, adoring the way he bites his lower lip to restrain himself from moaning lowly. But that won't do. You want to hear him, want to hear his every gasp and groan and grunt.

You drag your tongue over his underside, increasing your pace, as one of your hands slithers up his thigh, to his balls. You caress them gently, watching his face. His eyebrows are furrowed in concentration, his mouth falls open in a soundless gasp, and you suck your cheeks in.

“Oh, please!” he whines, muscles tensing, hips jerking. “Please, please.”

You release his cock from your mouth, kissing the tip again before you ask, “Please, what, baby? You know you gotta use your words f'r me, otherwise I can't give you what y'want.”

“Please,” he moans. “Please, make me come. I need y'to make me come. Fuck, please!”

“Much better,” you say, spitting on his cock again, spreading your spit over his warm skin with your hand before taking his cock into your mouth once more, continuing your movements and increasing your pace.

Jake mewls above you, his body shaking. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he gasps, his hips bucking against yours. “Please, please!”

He bites his lower lip again and when you see it, you lightly drag your teeth over his cock, making him gasp. He releases his lip from between his teeth, allowing all his sounds to leave his mouth.

“Yes, yes—fuck, 's so good, 's so fuckin' good,” he slurs, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as the pleasure overcomes him, his orgasm rushing to the surface.

“Fuck, fuck,” he mewls. “Oh, please, let me come in your mouth! Please!” he whimpers, and, of course, you're going to let him.

Your spit coats his length, making his cock easily slip in and out of you, and he can already imagine how sweet and tight your pussy's gonna be. He needs to fuck you, needs to be inside you. But first, he wants to fill your mouth. He loves when you go down on him; it drives him insane, and he'll jerk off to the memory for days to come.

“I'm gonna—I need to—Fuck!” Jake gasps as his orgasm finally crashes through him, wrecking across his body, making his load, thick and warm, spill down your throat. You moan softly at the sensation, and he shudders, his cock twitching between your lips.

“Fuck!” Jake cries as he comes down from his high. “You're fuckin' amazing.”

You release his softening cock from your mouth and lie yourself on the grass, spreading your legs for him to see your slick, needy cunt.

Jake tugs at the ropes that bind him, aching to get to you, but you only smirk at his futile efforts. “Fuck,” he whines, his eyes on your pussy, his tongue needing to taste you. “Untie me. Please, untie me. I need t'touch you.”

You merely smirk again, and say, “You get to watch, and I'd say that's good enough, hm?”

You trail a hand down your torso, finding your clit, gathering the slick from your entrance and smudging it over your clit before rubbing tight, slow circles on the nub.

Jake whimpers. “No, please—Please, I need to touch you.”

You ignore him, allowing yourself to concentrate on the pleasure, throwing your head back as your other hand pushes two fingers inside your cunt. You mewl lowly, gasping, and Jake groans in the background.

“Please! Don't do this t'me! Please!”

You pay him no mind, only curl your fingers upwards, touching your g-spot, applying enough pressure to make you moan softly, your toes curling in the soft grass underneath.

Jake can't take his eyes off you. The glowing ground illuminates your body, gives him a perfect view of your pussy, of the way you fuck yourself, and his cock is hard again, aching to be inside you. His fingers itch to run over your skin, his mouth needs to find yours. This is torture for him, and you're loving it.

“Please,” Jake insists. “Jus' let me fuck you!”

You shake your head. “I'm doing just fine on my own,” you tease, fucking yourself, body quivering as the pleasure increases, coiling low in your stomach.

Jake is whining, thrashing against his ropes, his body aching because he needs you.

You're panting now, back arching. You throw your head back and mewl, pushing your legs further apart, giving Jake an eyeful.

“Please, please, please,” he begs, struggling to free himself of his bindings, but it's impossible. You've ensured he can't pull free.

“Fuck,” you gasp, the sound of Jake begging pushing you closer to the edge. And you can feel your orgasm, a sharp, keen sensation that you recognize with ease.

You increase the pace of your fingers, your other hand applying more pressure to your clit, and you can feel the increasing ecstasy within you.

Your body thrashes, shakes, and you gasp, hips bucking against your hand as your orgasm creeps closer.

“Please!” Jake insists. “Please, please!”

His voice is a mere whimper, a breathless plead, and it's driving you insane.

Your orgasm wrecks through you, but you keep going, continue fucking yourself. And then you feel it, that needy little sensation, growing, growing, growing in the pit of your stomach, and then, you're squirting, slick gushing out of you and soaking your thighs, your hands.

Jake gasps and moans at the sight, his cock painfully hard, as he begs, “Please! Untie me! Please, I just need to touch you!”

You remain where you are, lying on the floor, panting and getting your breath back.

Jake whimpers as he watches you, still struggling against his restraints, and then you finally rise, making your way over to Jake on still wobbly legs.

You hold your hand out to him, covered in your slick, and he opens his mouth, eager. You slip your fingers between his lips, and he licks them all over, groaning at the taste of your pussy. When he's done cleaning your fingers, you pull them out of his mouth and place a soft kiss against his lips. His body jerks as he tries to reach for you, but the ropes keep him back.

You untie him slowly, taking your sweet time, and Jake is almost crying from how long you take.

Finally, he's free, hands released, and he just about pounces on you, his hands grabbing onto your hips, his lips meeting yours.

You chuckle softly as he leads you to the ground, placing you on your back before caging your body under his.

“Please,” he begs. “Oh, let me fuck you, please.”

“That's exactly what I'm gonna do, baby,” you reply as you grab his cock, leading it to your entrance, and he sinks into you, his cock hard and pulsing as it slides into you.

Jake gasps and you moan softly. His hips meet yours; you're full of him, his thick head pressing against your cervix, his rough hands on your hips. You grind your body up to his, and he grunts. “Fuck, I love that.”

You smile at him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer so you can whisper in his ear, “Fuck me like you want to, baby.”

And Jake's thrusts are quick, desperate, little groans and gasps leaving his lips as he messily kisses your jaw, your neck. His hips crash into yours, his cock bruises your cervix, and you cry out, eyes fluttering shut and back arching.

Jake whimpers lowly as you clench around him, his balls slap on your folds and he makes you shudder. He loves how you feel under him, how you let him fuck you, how you manage to have control over the situation even when he's on top.

“You're doing so well, baby,” you tell him and he gasps, biting across your jaw. Your nails drag over his back, making him whine, his cock twitching inside of you. “Doing so well f'r me, my good boy.”

“Fuck,” he groans. “Call me that again. Please, tell me I'm good.”

You chuckle softly before another thrust of his has you seeing stars. “Oh, you're my good boy, hm? Such an obedient thing, baby.”

“'m yours,” Jake gasps. “'m yours.”

“Yeah, y're mine. All mine,” you say, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “You fuck my pussy so good, baby. Such a good boy.”

Jake groans at the praise, his heart skipping a beat, his body trembling above yours. “Y're gonna let me come inside you, right?” he questions between little whines. “Y'gonna let me fill you, right?”

“Maybe if you ask nicely,” you return, wrapping your legs around his waist, allowing him to sink deeper into you so his cock brushes against your g-spot, making you mewl.

“Please,” Jake begs, kissing your neck, licking his way up to your mouth. “Please, let me come in you. I need to fill you up. Please?”

You grin. “Yes, baby, you can fill me with your cum.”

Jake grunts, increasing his speed, his body alight with the intensity of his pleasure. “Thank you,” he gasps, grinding his hips on yours, rubbing your clit, making your eyes roll into the back of your head. “Thank you f'r letting me fill you. Thank you.”

You barely register his words. His harsh, hurried thrusts have your brain fuzzy with pleasure, your entire being lost to the ecstasy. “Make me come,” you order, legs quaking. “Make me come, Jake. Make me come and than you can fill me.”

Jake's quick to obey. He slides a hand between your bodies and finds your clit, rubbing quick, messy circles on the sensitive bud, ensuring to apply enough pressure to make you cry out.

He angles his hips upward so that his cock is pressing against that spongey spot inside you that makes you cry out and jerk your body. The feeling of his cock bruising your cervix, combined with his rubs on your clit have you clenching around him.

Jake whines, “'s too good, 's too good, your pussy's too good.”

He continues fucking you, his hips bruising yours, your nails leaving bright red marks on his back, your head thrown back. And Jake takes the opportunity to bite your neck, licking over your pulse, savoring the flavor of your skin, inhaling your scent.

Your pleasure feels like liquid fire within you, spreading from your womb to the rest of your body. It overcomes you like wildfire, shocking your every nerve, and makes you whimper and mewl as you feel yourself right on the edge.

Jake can tell you're close by the way your breaths grow into quiet whines and the way your cunt clenches around him. He keeps his pace steady, focuses on coordinating his thrusts and the circles his fingers draw on your clit.

And then your orgasm is bursting through you, like boiling water that washes over your entire body, making you gasp and cry out, “Oh, fuck! That's it! Oh, you good boy!”

And then Jake's over the edge with you, his pleasure bursting through his body, making him tremble above you. His orgasm overcomes him, his cum spilling inside of you in thick, hot ropes of white that drip out of you.

Jake collapses on top of you, resting his head on your chest, and you cradle him in your arms, kissing his head. “You did so good for me,” you praise, brushing his hair off his face. “Always such a good boy.”

And Jake can barely talk. His breathing is uneven, his mind overwhelmed with the feeling of you, his cock twitching as it remains inside you. He just nuzzles his face into your chest, content to be with you, and you both doze off in each other's arms.

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[ninjagirlstar5]

Ah, yes. My favorite asshole has now become the Ultimate Billiards Player.

Ngl, most of the changes with Syobai were either minor details or stuff I switched out. For starters, Syobai's original hair color, black, is much more prominent than in his original design. My thought process on that is that Syobai deals with a lot less stress since he's a billiards player, not a dangerous broker anymore but I'd imagine that he still deals with money problems as he needs that for just basic survival so he may not be getting enough nutrients/the stress is still affecting his body. But I've been recently told in a server that I'm in that Syobai actually dyed his hair?? Which is kinda funny cause that implies that he purposely makes himself look old. Regardless of whether it was the environment that he grew up in or just hair dye, Syobai probably wouldn't put too much effort into his hair regardless of his different lifestyle now. I kept his messy appearance as it's an iconic part of his design, with his shirt partially unbuttoned and untucked with the sleeves rolled up at different levels on both arms, his pants (which are more like regular jeans here) still rolled up to show his hairy legs, and his tie is loose like in the OG design but since the pinstripe vest I referenced from didn't have any pockets, it's not tucked away and is free to get carried away by the wind. The vest is also unbuttoned completely to help sell his casual, even lazy appearance. I replaced his sandals with sneakers and while I considered living the shoelaces untied, I decided Syobai wouldn't risk having a tripping hazard life that and would keep it tied. And I gave him a billiards player glove (which is something that provides a smooth and consistent stroke by reducing friction between your hand and the shaft). I also made the bags under his eyes a bit more prominent as I still see him as a tired, grumpy asshole. And here he is, Syobai the Ultimate Billiards Player!

Next up is Emma, and wow, so far she's the most changed when it comes to her swapped Ultimate Talent.

Honestly, I think Syobai's backstory would pretty much stay the same-ish up until he was searching for other means to gain money to survive when he realized that the small, petty jobs he was taking wasn't going to work out. He took to crime for a little while but on a whim, when he saw there were bets going on at a billiards table, he decides to try his hand at it to see if he can win some money through that, and ended up winning the entire bet after a few rounds. Realizing he could use billiards to earn money and as a way to keep himself off the streets, Syobai invested a lot of time in it and ended up becoming a really good billiards player to the point that he was scouted out as an Ultimate. Of course, since this is Syobai, he probably just sees billiards as a means to an end rather than having any kind of passion for the sport. He appreciates that the sport kept him from falling into a rabbit hole of crime before it was too late for him to back out, but he otherwise doesn't care that much for it. As long as he's able to earn money through it as a job, he'll keep playing until he retires. As for his other original skillsets, Syobai was still living in a very shady and dangerous environment even as a billiards player, so he probably pissed off a lot of bad people through his constant winnings and got in trouble for it. Perhaps even got his life put at risk if they were petty enough. So he'd still have a switchblade on him just in case anyone gets any ideas, and he would have a decent amount of medical knowledge, although it wouldn't be beyond first aid in this iteration of his backstory since he's just a billiards player, not a broker. I don't see him knowing any more than beyond that in this context. Due to living in this kind of environment, he's still the kind of person that would put his own life above all else, next to money since you can't live life without it, and often doesn't help others unless it would benefit himself in the short or long-term.

[dystopyx-blog]

their unwilling mistress (2/4)

~Guys~

AUGUST

~ Delusional protective possessive obsessive. He qualifies for all of them except manipulative. Maybe manipulative.

~ Soft boi

~ Out of the guys, Ripley is closest to this one

~ He has been son-zoned

~ "Ripley, do you love me?" "Yes. Like a son."

~ That doesn't fuckin stop him

~ Dresses like a dapper lad, bow tie n all.

~ Good boi, a soft boi

~ "Auggie"

~ Only lets Ripley call him that, gets A N G Y when anyone else does

~ Incredibly silky soft pink hair and large coal black-brown eyes, like a cow's. Really more pupil than anything.

OSCAR

~ Protective.

~ Bitch boi abbsafbnj (Inspo: FOB)

~ Confident

~ Lil prick

~ Flirty bastard

~ You'd be lucky if he actually puts a shirt on

~ Fuckboi alert?

~ Calls August “Auggie”

~ Flirts with the other demons

~ Will say or do anything to get a reaction. Yeah. He's that bitch.

~ Messy wild unkempt pale hair and bright crimson eyes.

~ Could not give less of a shit when it comes to clothing because he thinks its stupid

~ This bastard would go naked if he could

~ (Secretly he and Rip had dated in the past)

ALISTAIR

~ Manipulative possessive.

~ Proud Prince (inspo: PATD/neg)

~ Also confident but less of a prick.

~ "I woke up like this" yeah, clearly

~ Tie undone, dress shirt's a mess and half undone, vest is falling off, shoes untied

~ Why tf is he so smug he looks like a gotdam mess

~ Still, unlike Oscar, he's a charmer

~ Even when he looks like shit.

~ Tho tbf he can't look like shit he's a gotdam demon so no matter what he looks perfect

~ "Here for a good time, not a long time." "You literally can't die wtf"

~ Drinks, smokes, and does a heccin drug even tho it won't do shit to him

~ Party demon

~ But simultaneously also shifty businessman

~ Like EXTREMELY business savvy, and is actually a pretty big deal, with his own corporation in the underworld

~ Don't make a deal with this devil -

~ Elaine and Alistair are a dangerous mix

DAMIEN

~ Protective

~ Gentleman (inspo: Tally Hall & Will Wood)

~ Always dressed to the fucking nines, tophat and all

~ A true gentleman

~ Seemingly uninterested in wooing his mistress?

~ Still refers to her as mistress tho

~ The type to kiss your hand

~ ....

~ Okay you can stop kissing my hand now, creep

~ Would make you dinner if he was allowed in the kitchen

~ Always offering to help.

~ Maybe he means it. Who knows. Ripley ain't gonna risk it

DANTE

~ Delusional

~ Charming troublemaker (inspo: 21 Pilots)

~ Always manages to break out of basement and pops up in public

~ It is as frustrating as it is baffling

~ Has the most chemistry with Ripley.

~ At least he seems to think so.

~ Casual looking clothes. T-shirt, baggy hooded sweater that loosely clings onto his body, torn jeans, combat boots, and big old headphones attached to seemingly nothing.

~ Hair and eyes are constantly shifting colors.

~ Acts pretty casual too, which is pretty fucking frustrating ngl

~ Similar to Saoirse, bit of a masochist; loves to be dominated

[menstits]

honestly yeah focalors is the only visually appealing design from fontaine to me. idk if arlecchino counts as fontaine but she looks really good too, if i didnt see clorindes beta designs id probably like her as well (😭) but so far the designs are kinda mid...better than sumeru at least. but thats more than botton of the barrel

I mainly just like the judge guy because i like men with long hair and so far he's like the only one with long long hair left untied, and even he isn't like some stellar design i guess. Focalors is ok too. The rest look a little dogshit ngl especially charlotte and the jail warden guy 😭 also yeah agree like the bar to be better than sumeru is literally underground. In a sense I'm almost glad they only leaked concepts for fontaine and not most of sumeru because i get the feeling that if the final designs were lamer in fontaine compared to the concepts in sumeru it might have been even more jarring

[murdock-barnes]

Hello! May I Please Request A Smut Where Reader And Matt Are Making Out And He Accidentally Cums In His Pants? Thank You

Needy

Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Word count: 575

A/N: Soooooo sorry that I couldn't be active here for a good while. I was really busy and ngl depressed. However, I realized that not writing also made me sad, and wanted to get back on the train. Sorry, this was a bit short :(

You were surprised when Matt's lips found yours as soon as he stepped into the house. You could barely close the door before he pressed you against it, trapping you between the door and himself.

You broke the kiss "Hello?"

He kept on kissing you, his hips meeting with yours "Missed you so much, sweetheart."

You giggled into his mouth before his tongue drifted into your mouth. You let out an involuntary moan with the intrusion. His kiss was hot and needy. You pulled away to catch your breath.

"Thought about you the whole damn day," he breathed out.

You noticed a deep frown on his face and his eyes were glassy. You knew what this was. Matt had a rough day at work. Whenever it happened, he would come running into your arms because you were his safe haven.

Matt needed you terribly so he leaned in and peppered kisses along your jaw, biting slightly. You closed your eyes as his bites and kisses combined with his bated breath found their way into your core. It was so easy for him to turn you on.

Your hands found his chest and slightly pushed. He tilted his head like a puppy with confusion. However, when you took his hand and lead him into the living room, it disappeared. You hastily stripped off his jacket and untied his tie. When you pushed him down onto the sofa hard, he couldn't help but release the air in his lungs.

He loved this domineering side of you, bossing him around, showing him his place. You slowly straddled him and lined his cock which is very visible through his pants with your wet core. You needed him as much as he needed you.

You leaned in, catching his lips in a depraved kiss as he placed his hands on your hips. Your hands found their way to his hair and tugged at his roots. The deep moan that left him was quickly swallowed by you. It was impossible not to notice the way Matt's body tensed suddenly. His hands were now gripping your ass tightly and you kept kissing him, meeting every stroke of his tongue and occasionally sucking on it.

A throaty, loud moan came out of him as his firm grip on your ass pulled you down on his cock. You felt a wetness apart from your own. Your lips separated and you took in the view in front of you. The furrow of his brows was because of a different reason now. His face was flushed with swollen lips and closed eyes. You looked down seeing the wetness in front of his pants. You couldn't help but smile in adoration. Your Matty was so needy and desperate that he came in his pants like some randy teenager by just kissing.

His eyes slowly opened focusing on the usual nothingness. He took in a shaky breath. "Sorry, I-"

"It's okay, Matty." You kissed his nose and cheek. "I love knowing that I have such a powerful effect on you."

He smiled as you giggled but your delight was cut short when he suddenly got up. His grip on your ass held you in place but you wrapped your legs around him in sudden fear.

"Oh my God!"

"You didn't think I was gonna leave my girl unsatisfied now, did you?"

He kissed you slowly and intimately while he carried you into the bedroom where your fun will just begin.

[mcjeanalds]

ayo dude i dont wanna perish </3

levi with a crush?? like <333?????

the amount of "?" in this request aint even funny

HAHHAHAHAHHA

i take it back

it is

omg my request is pink too?? im so special ngl JKJK unless.

what the fuck, pink request?!?! no way!!!!!!!! anyway i don't want you to perish either so here we go!

- in absolutely no way would this man believe his own emotions

- he would tell himself he's just impressed by their skills or whatever the fuck

- he's usually pretty blunt and quiet anyway, so it's not like people really notice any difference when he talks to them

- but i headcanon levi as a terrible liar, and of course, who's the person that can tell when he's lying?

- fucking hange zoë. they will harass this man until he admits to liking this person

- he feels like he kinda died admitting it. like he feels like that picture of shinji ikari sitting in the folding chair

- once he finally comes to terms with himself, he just says fuck it and tries to get their attention

- much like what literally every other person says, his love language is acts of service

- it'll start off small, telling them that their shoe is untied or that they've got something in their hair

- then he'll start bringing them tea (even if they don't like tea), taking their dishes away when they finish a meal, and on occasion he'll even do their laundry

- "i was already doing mine and yours was right there, so i just decided to save you the time and do it myself"

- it's their smile that gets him, like he never really had much to smile about in his life, but idk something about seeing them smile gives him... like... hope? idk what the word is but you kinda get it (i think)

- hear me out. heeeeeeeeeear me out. levi... is a little tiny bit perverted. sorry not sorry, but he is

- he is an ass and leg man, let me tell ya

- when he sees them run, you know where he's looking. picking something up? good god he's fucking bright red. bending down? oh yeah. ohhhh yeah, he wishes he was standing right in front of them

- he does muster up the courage to kind of confess, and it's a bit off-putting but they think it's flattering how captain levi himself has a thing for them

- overall, it'd be impossible to tell until he starts acting upon it since he would deny it for so long. but that made him realize that maybe showing a little extra love for someone isn't all that bad <3333

[officialscaramouche]

Ahh oml can we have a part 4 😩 although ngl i don’t mind leaving it here and letting kazuha and y/n have their own happily ever after that was beautiful 🤧🤧🤧

Only two more parts and this little piece is finished!! What’re u gonna do, who are u gonna choose?!

pairing: Kazuha x gn!reader, Scaramouche x gn!reader

tw: lots of jealousy. Implied sex

wc: 1,468

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Scaramouche tucked his head beneath the rim of his hat as he maneuvered through the bustling city. Like any other assignment, he was to rendezvous with his pre-determined squadron at the base of operations in Liyue. He was ready to dive head first into his work to get his mind off of yet another argument with Mona.

After all he did for her, paying for her, letting her live in his house rent free, providing her with opportunities to begin a career, took care of her, and left the one person that he believed could ever truly love him, she still didn’t appreciate him. He told himself that you spoiled him, and that now he had to get used to partners never meeting his standards.

It was like walking down memory lane as he scurried down this road, remembering the first date he had taken you on. It was a nice one, if he was remembering right. You were so easy on the eyes, and your smile was brighter than the moon. You were polite and respected him enough to actually listen and wait your turn when he spoke. He remembers thinking that you were too good to be true, and that you were a spy for Mondstadt or something. But as he got to know you, he realized how incapable of killing him you were, and he was finally able to let his guard down and start caring for you the right way.

He stopped at the restaurant he took you to, remembering he liked your taste based on what you ordered. And sitting across from you, watching you smile and ogle at him. You were so breathtaking it made him stutter a little, almost like that couple in the window. Except his hair was purple and short instead of long and white with one red…wait a minute.

He tentatively stepped forward, trying not to stick out so much in the crowd so as to not get your attention. You looked so happy with him, as he did with you. You were talking his ears off and he listened. He let you taste his food, feeding you with his spoon. And Kazuha laughed at something you said, followed by a sincere “I love you.”

Instead of breaking his heart further, he pulled the brim of his hat down and ducked back into the crowd. He already messed up. It was clear that you weren’t interested anymore.

You held your soup in your hand, smiling out of happiness from being full. You hadn’t been to that restaurant for a while. It was a painful spot to be in, the good memories of when you and Scaramouche were still a decent couple. But now that you had Kazuha to replace the souring memories, it wasn’t so bad. You couldn’t help but feel a little out of place, though, as if being there with someone else would have repercussions.

Kazuha held the door open for you, ushering you inside with a gentle hand to the back. “Thank you for the meal, baby.” You grin, reaching to place a chaste kiss on his lips.

“Of course,” he said as he locked the door, kicking his shoes off and untying his hair. “It’s the least I could do for being an ass.”

“It’s okay. We both made mistakes, but we’re over it right?”

Kazuha snakes his arms around your waist, pulling you in for another kiss; this time a bit deeper. You whine, lifting the box of leftovers. He grabs it and tosses it, pushing himself back into you.

He steps the two of you into the wall, running his hands along the backs of your thighs, only to hoist you up around his waist. You gasp at the sudden jump, feeling his growing erection press into your core.

He nuzzles his nose into your neck, biting the skin there as he ruts against you. He groans when you push back, running your hands through his beautiful hair. “Can we…?” He asks, kissing up your neck to your jaw.

“Well we’ve already started, huh?” You giggle.

Scaramouche slipped into his office. It had fallen into night by the time he got to the base of operations, so the offices were pretty empty. Of course, there were plenty of people who lived at work to greet him when he got there, but he only bee-lined for his office to wait for the other team members to show up.

He loved this office. All of his personal items were here, sensitive records of his past assignments and other information from them, and memories. Most of his time here he spent by himself as he preferred. Quiet so he could think, and alone so he wouldn’t be bothered.

But when he started seeing you, you would take the time to make him lunch and sometimes bring it over. His coworkers started getting familiar with you, letting you in as soon as they recognized your face. As awful as it was hearing them jest about Scaramouche’s rare relationships, it was still nice to have you come by.

Sometimes he’d let you stay for a while. Whether it was to chat, eat, or fuck, it was these memories that he remembered as he sat here in the quiet room alone. He remembered the cute lunches you’d pack, or your conversations outside with the guards. He remembered your sweaty body down the middle of his desk, legs hooked over his shoulders as he fucked you in his office. He had to cover your mouth to make sure that nobody heard, but it was definitely the humidity in the office that gave it away.

What was it about you that drove him so crazy? He was annoyed with himself that he let someone control his thoughts and feelings like this. He hated the feeling of jealousy coursing through his veins watching you eat with Kazuha. That was supposed to be your restaurant with Scaramouche. Not anybody else.

Then he remembered why you’re with someone else. He fucked around on you without even trying to hide it. You knew, and yet you kept him around. And when it came down to it, he convinced himself that Mona was what he wanted, not you. It pains him to remember your pleading as you sat on your knees with tears streaming down your cheeks. How he wishes he could go back in time, push both Mona and Kazuha aside, and scooping you into his arms. He wanted to kiss you, and taste you, and hold you. He wanted to apologize for the person that he was and to beg you for a second chance.

He only irritates himself more to think that you cry out Kazuha’s name, you come undone under Kazuha’a touch, and that you ache for Kazuha when you fight. He had that; he had you wrapped around his finger and now he sat here alone wishing for your love once more. He didn’t love Mona, he didn’t care for her. He saw her as this unattainable trophy that he had to claim as his. The sex wasn’t as great as it was with you, the sounds she made scratched the inside of his ears, she felt different, and tasted different. She was a new adventure, but he wouldn’t have you to come home to anymore. He slumped into his chair and picked up the delicately placed glass ink pen. Even if you were the new unattainable trophy to him, he was going to try to get you back.

Kazuha’s heart beat against your back. His arm wrapped around your waist and reached up to hold your hand lovingly as he slept. You loved him so much— your relationship was perfect. But why were you lying here wide awake, mind running with thoughts of Scaramouche?

Was it because of the restaurant? Or the sex? Was it because you had seen him recently and argued about it? Whatever it was, you felt stupid for admitting to still harboring feelings for him. He clearly didn’t give a shit about you, and you bet that he’s loving on Mona everyday of his life with her. They looked like a perfect couple. They were both so beautiful and powerful, and their wit was unmatched. Why would he ever want you when she was right there?

Kazuha must have felt you stirring because he kissed the back of your shoulder and pulled you closer. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” You don’t answer, unsure of what to say. “Nightmare?”

“…Yeah,” you lie, turning to face your sleepy boyfriend.

Kazuha smiled, his eyes still shut. “It’s okay, baby. I’m here. I’ll protect you…”

“I love you, Kazuha.” You say, stroking his hair away and caressing his face.

“I love you too, [Y/N]…I’m never letting you go.”

[mlm-writer]

Mission Failed (Peter Parker x GN!Reader)

Pairing: Sub Peter Parker (T.H. ver) x Dom Gender Neutral Reader  Rating: Explicit  Words: 955 POV: Second Summary: You were just gonna cockwarm your subby boy Peter until you finally got through this hard level, but SOMEONE is an impatient sassy boy. Notes: Just got Anthem as an early Christmas present and damn I suck at this game. Ngl I died like 8 times in the first expedition. Tags: No beta we die like men, oral cockwarming, dom/sub dynamics, whipping (with a riding corp), punishment, praise, hint of degradation, Peter is sassy damn, reader sucks at video games, dildo riding, anal, anal fingering, pet names and orgasm denial 

You hummed disapprovingly as the ‘no shield’ warning appeared on the screen once again. Normally you would curse out loud, but today your mouth was a little occupied. The sound coming from you vibrated through the soft cock in your mouth, making your boyfriends squirm and beg once again for more. You sighed as you failed the expedition once again. “Baby boy, I told you to be quiet. Now I lost again,” you lightly scolded as his cock left your mouth. 

“Please, I need more. I promise to be a good boy, just…” You cut him off by pinching his soft length. He squirmed, shutting up immediately. 

“If you were really a good boy, you would have listened when I said that I need to finish this expedition and when I have won, I will let you cum.” You let go of his cock, hearing him breathe through the pain. “But no, you are an impatient, naughty boy.” The game restarted, but you paused it for now to pay a little bit more attention to your needy boyfriend. 

“Then put it on easy mode, you’re too bad at this to play normal.” You gasped and got off him to turn around and face your tied up boy.  “Peter Benjamin Parker, did you just say that I suck at video games?” “I lost count by now of how often you died in this level.”  “Well if you can do so much better, then why don’t you finish this level for me?”  “If I do it in one go, can I cum?”  “Deal.” 

You untied him, but when his hand reached for the controller, you smacked it away. He looked at you with big eyes that held a little hint of fear. “Oh don’t look at me like that, baby boy,” you cooed at him, “you didn’t think I was going to make it easy for you, did you?” He knew better than to respond. You pressed the bottle of lube into his hand. “It would be a shame to not put that douched ass to use. Go open yourself up for the purple dildo.” Peter swallowed thickly as you got off the bed and got the toy box from underneath it. He lied down on his side and slowly fingered himself open as you procured the small dildo and took it to the bathroom to give it a quick wash. 

Peter had gotten so used to anal play, he didn’t even struggle with two fingers anymore. Just a few thrusts and they glided in and out with ease. You found him moaning on the bed, eyes closed as he was completely immersed in the feeling of his fingers in his ass. He looked so pretty. For a second you saw his free hand going towards his slowly hardening cock, but he stopped himself just in time, making a fist and planting it on the mattress. You enjoyed the show for a little longer, before clicking your tongue. His eyes flew open and he seemed to have forgotten you were there too as his face turned red.

“Come on, pretty boy,” you mused as you put the dildo on the floor before the bed, the suction cup at the base keeping it in place. You lubed it up for him and motioned him over. Peter keened as you helped him get on his knees and down on the dildo. When he was seated on it, you wiped off his hands and handed him the controller. “Now, while you play, I want you to ride this dildo. You can stop from time to time, but I will whip you like a horse if you stay still for too long, ok?” Peter nodded, his breathing heavy with excitement. You smiled and pecked his forehead, before walking away to get the riding corp from underneath the bed. You lightly tapped it against his ass as you sat down behind him on the bed. “Ok, you can press play now and no touching that pretty cock.”

Peter started off eagerly, riding with the same neediness that he had when you were cockwarming him. His movements grew slower though when he encountered the first combat. Peter was obviously more skilled than you in this game. He expertly used the jet pack to gain speed and attack enemies with a melee attack from the sky. He switched between weapons in a flash, making optimal use of each weapon’s range and RPM. 

You admired his skill for a moment too long and when you snapped out of it, you realised Peter had stopped moving. You gave him a firm whip on his bare bottom. He flinched and slowly started riding. “I’m sorry,” he whined as he rode the toy, his reaction time slowing down. You smirked as you watched him, occasionally hitting him when he stopped for longer than ten seconds. Peter was moaning as he tried to make it through the final encounter, but the dreadful red hud element appeared on screen. He failed. 

Peter put the controller on the floor in front of him and rode the toy with more vigor now it had his undivided attention. You gave him a last smack on her pale and red butt. He whimpered and stilled, seated all the way on the dildo. “It seems that you’re not as talented as you think, pretty boy,” you mused as you ran your fingers through his hair, before grabbing it and tugging him up by his hair. Peter moaned as the dildo slipped out of him and you threw him on the bed. His cock twitched as he looked at you with anticipation. 

You shook your head and threw his underwear at him. “Tomorrow another chance, darling.” 

[volleychumps]

Hi! I really love ur writing and if u still do requests, can you make a scenario where the reader is an artist and asks kuroo, akaashi and tendou to pose for them (maybe naked hueh uee) thank you so much! ❤❤❤❤❤

c u t e- I used the aspect of paint in a lot of them tehe hope you guys don’t mind <3, the endings to these btw? Kinda hot ngl 

Plus these are kinda long to make up for me being gone for a bit aha 

Asking Them To Pose For Your Drawing w/ Kuroo, Akaashi, and Tendou 

warning(s): slight nsfw themes

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Kuroo

“Knock knock!” 

“Um, hi Kuroo-senpai?” You say it like a question, startled from washing your paint brushes as you quirk an eyebrow at the feral captain leaning against the doorframe, jacket slung over his shoulder with a casual feel to his actions. You cock your head as he whistles, situating himself with the stool before finally meeting your eyes with a grin. 

“Yeah, so Kenma couldn’t make it.” 

“Could he not make it or did you steal this from him?” You sweat drop, a knowing grin tickling your lips as you make small-talk with your friend, hearing the feigned gasp of shock in your ears as you mildly meet his eyes. 

“I’m offended-” 

“Kuroo-senpai, you said no when I asked.” You hum, looking around for your apron before glancing back at him. “Sudden change of heart?” 

“I didn’t say no, I asked what was in it for me.” The captain protests as you resist the urge to palm your face, crossing your arms as you stand in front of your easel. 

“Nothing. Other then helping me with my piece, nothing.” You sigh, tying your hair back while narrowing your eyes. “So will you please tell Kenma I didn’t cancel? He’s willing.” 

“Oho kitten, I wouldn’t say nothing. I get to stare into your pretty eyes while you get to stare right back? That’s something.” Kuroo replies easily, jacket falling to a heap next to the stool as you will your eyes not to follow the clothing. 

“...right.” You roll your eyes at the captain’s flirtatious nature, still a little glad you were able to get your first-choice pick in the first place despite the slight hassle it took. 

“Don’t trip over yourself in excitement-” 

“Aaaand we’re starting.” You step behind the easel, beginning to situate your paints. You go to look around the easel when you’re done, eyes becoming owlish at the sight of Kuroo in the process of pulling his school pants off. At your shriek, Kuroo stops mid-way before lifting his head, a lazy smirk crossing his face before he tilts his head, 

“What are you doing?!” 

“This...this is a nude kinda thing, right?” 

You stare at him blankly before turning around abruptly, trying to keep your head straight before sighing heavily with a hand on your forehead, cursing the heat beneath your skin. How did you end up here?

“Just...I’ll give you three seconds to get all your clothes back on.” 

“All of them?” Kuroo’s voice is whiny as you grow more agitated.

“Yes.” You snap, biting the end of your thumb, feeling an unsteady beat in your chest. The sex appeal of Kuroo Tetsurou was insanely high, and most of it came from his actions- not to mention your little crush on him that had been tame for the most part, unexpected situations like these causing said crush to grow immensely. 

Still, you didn’t think he could be that bold. 

“Sir, that is not all your clothes-” 

“I’m sweaty though.” Kuroo shrugs, winking once before taking a swig of a water bottle, and you’re left dumbfounded before he stops mid-drink, a grin tickling his lips. “Are you gonna keep staring at me or get started? Or should I pour this water on-” 

“I-I’ll get started.” You huff, picking up your first art utensil to begin drawing, instructing him on how to pose. Surprisingly, you get past your embarrassment easily, your face falling to a relaxed nature with a slight furrow to your brows. 

Kuroo couldn’t help but admire the way your hair fell into your face out of it’s knot, a paint-stained hand coming up to brush some of it out of the way while smearing some on your face in the process. He liked messy. 

And that’s just what you were right now, messy and doused in color. 

You gave special attention to the sharp look to his eyes, spending more time than you thought you would after a few looks. When you go to look again, you blink in confusion to see he was no longer in his seat. Before your irritation could grow at his lack of following directions-

“That is some talent.” 

You yelp, spinning around in your seat to face the dark-haired boy who reached an arm out to steady your piece, looking down at you with a lazy grin as he saves your portrait of him, his bare chest pressing to your back while one of his muscular arms remains outreached to your side. Trapped, but not really trapped as his hazel eyes seems to pin you there, your breath hitching in your throat. 

His hands go to smudge at the paint on your face, frowning as you flinch away in embarrassment, tone falling to a serious one. 

“Tell me if I’m crazy, sweetheart, but do you like me the way I do, or am I just batshit insane?” 

At your stutter, the heat that flames your cheeks, and the rattling of the paintbrush as it hits the floor- 

Kuroo grins, cupping your face with a paint-stained hand before closing the distance, one of your hands resting on his chest as you kiss him back shyly. He lets go of the easel to cup your face with both hands to deepen the kiss, grinning when he feels you smile into it while the colors smudge your heated skin- 

the brush rattling to a stop as you pull back, sighing at the feel of Kuroo untying your apron. 

Akaashi

“Need help?” 

Your hands still from behind you to lift your head, smile crossing your face as the setter examines the art room, blue-eyes falling onto yours with a small greeting one of his own. His eyes fall to your hands in the midst of tying your apron as you laugh, spinning around. 

“Be my guest. Thanks so much for doing this, Keiji.” 

“I owe you, Y/N. Ever since high school started you’ve been the only one to keep Bokuto-san on his feet at games.” 

“A kiss on the cheek always gets Bo going.” You giggle, not noticing the ways Akaashi’s hands had stilled for a second before going again. “He’s like a kid, you know?” 

“Such a great kid. Wow.” Enthusiasm drains from his tone as you laugh.

“Keiji.” You begin to scold, only to feel the tightening of your strings as Akaashi hums, spinning you around by the shoulders as his blue eyes seem to keep you in place for a second, taking in your features with your hair pulled back. 

You chuckle nervously. “What?” 

Akaashi hesitates, sighing before letting you go and looking off to the side. “Is this where you want me?” 

“Akaashi, it might take a little bit-” 

“Akaashi?” 

“...Keiji.” You correct yourself, smiling at the way the furrow between the setter’s brows disappeared. Standing before him, you adjust the way you want him to pose, tongue poking out of the corner of your mouth as you did so. You grin when you achieve what you want, sitting in front of your easel while picking up your ink. 

“You ready? I need you to stay that way for awhile.” 

He nods, doing as he’s told as you immerse yourself in your work, ten minutes later that immersed expression becoming one of irritation as the setter takes his chance to speak. 

“Is everything alright?” 

“Clothes are a bit hard for me...don’t worry about it though- Keiji what on earth are you doing?” 

You blink, bewildered as the setter’s shirt gets flung to the side- your eyes following the material as Akaashi settles back into the pose as if nothing had happened, tilting his head at the pink that floods your cheeks. He hides his smirk with his hand at your flushed expression. 

“Better? That should be a bit easier, right?” 

“Keiji- to put it nicely, what the fuck-” 

“Shush.” Akaashi rolls his eyes playfully at your words as you try to keep your thoughts level, the look of Akaashi’s toned arms and chest complimenting his v-line perfectly. He was the perfect model. 

A perfect model you had to hide hidden feelings for with the sake of your friendship in mind. 

“Don’t call me a pervert.” You warn, voice uneasy before going back to your painting as Akaashi’s smirk only grows. 

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” 

The heat from your cheeks fades as time passes on, the portrait coming out quite nicely with only the minor details to fill in that can be done without the model. You give him a thumbs up after about an hour, the outline finally done and ready for color as you set your ink down. 

“Done?” 

“Finally done.” You stretch, Akaashi falling to a more relaxed position with a short exhale, causing you to frown before pulling an icy water bottle from the fridge nearby. He looks up when you press it against his cheek, meeting his tired stare with a warm one. 

“Thanks for doing this, Keiji.” A tinge at your chest. “You’re a really good friend.” 

Akaashi stills at that word, not being able to stop the downward tug at his lips as you untie your apron before beginning to turn around so your back is to him. 

“Want to get some food? My treat-” 

“Y/N.” 

Toned arms reach out before he realizes it, wrapping gently around your waist to hug you to him, a surprised sound slipping your lips as the setter’s lips speak against the small of your back. 

“A-Akaashi?!” 

“Akaashi?” He whispers softly, and you shiver at the feel of it before biting your lip. You never would have imagined this situation would fall in your favor. 

“Keiji, what-?” 

“Remember when you asked me to stay like that for awhile?” He murmurs, holding you a little tighter as the messy-haired boy feels a surge of confidence at your nervous tremble. “Let me do the same.” 

You stop trembling, letting out a breath you knew you were holding before turning around, your hands resting on Akaashi’s shoulders as he looks up at you the way he always looked at you. 

With love. 

“How long?” You ask softly, the side of Akaashi’s lips quirking up ever so slightly as his arms drape around your waist naturally. 

“Since the start of our first high school year.” 

You smile, Akaashi easily pulling you into his lap as you tense up at the movement, heat flooding your cheeks yet again as Akaashi clasps his hands under the small of your back, blue-green eyes taking in your ink-stained features. He listens patiently for your response, and your voice is quieter than ever as one of your fingers trace his chiseled jaw, ink on your fingers leaving a small trail.

His chest was hot as your lips hover over his. 

“Then I guess it’s a good thing I don’t want to be friends anymore, is it?” 

“Then what do you want to be?” Akaashi’s voice is dazed as you smile, hands resting on his bare chest. 

“Best friends.” 

Akaashi rolls his eyes, putting a hand on the back of your hair to kiss you with a fervor unkown as the ink on your fingers leave marks on his bare skin as he speaks against your lips. 

“Best friends don’t do this.”

As his hand gently tugs your hair out of it’s knot, his tongue slipping into your mouth as his shirt remains forgotten against the wall. 

Tendou

“Yoo-Hoo~” 

“Tendou, you’re late.” You sigh, looking up from adjusting your easel as the redhead pouts, coming over to help you adjust it. Tendou slips both of his hands into his hoodie pockets, frowning when he sees that you were still wearing your school uniform. 

“Hon, you’ve got paint stains already on your uniform.” 

“Don’t hon me, Satori.” You retort, mixing some colors on a pallete before narrowing your eyes at your best friend who replies with an easy grin before you look down again. “The art club sent the aprons to get washed, but I need to get this piece done-” 

“Boo you pulled out my real name.” 

Tendou ignores your shocked look when he snatches the pallete from you, holding it up arms reach before draping his hoodie across your face. You take the hooded material off with a glare, the redhead smirking in his shirtless glory back down at you. 

“Wear it. I don’t like it anyways.” 

“How kind, considering you probably stole it from Semi-” 

“Details, details!” Tendou waves it off as you shrug the material on, the scent of Tendou filling your nose as he hums, helping you tie your hair back for you in a way that was almost sweet-

“Tendou, you know you’re ass at doing my hair.” 

“You act like guys are supposed to know how, missy.” 

“Good thing you’re not a guy to me, mister.” You reply, lying as if you weren’t completely and helplessly in love with your best friend. Tendou’s hands freeze up before he pulls your hair through the final loop, clearing his throat before crossing his arms to face you seriously. 

“My body is ready.” 

“Just go sit down!” You push him, Tendou’s cackling filling the air as you roll your eyes, still smiling widely at his antics that interrupted the awkward silence. Settling down in front of your easel, you face palm at Tendou’s stupid-ass pose as he looks at you as if he had just won a prize. 

“Like this?” 

“Satori, I will walk out this door-” 

“You must be real fun at parties.” 

“It’s hard to be fun at parties when you’re the fun one at parties, so I have to be the responsible one.”

“Touche.” 

You shake your head, actually beginning the drawing and getting really far, despite Tendou’s annoying tendencies. 

“You starin’ at my abs? Should I feel harassed or complimented?” 

“Y/N...is that...a blush I see?! Because of lil old me?” 

“Y/N...Y/N I bet you’re feeling a tickle on your cheek.” 

“Y/N, you’re hot when you draw-” 

“Satori!” You groan, an hour of Tendou’s shiteating comments finally coming to a stop as you turn the portrait on him, tired look in your eyes from both him and the concentration as a proud grin crosses your lips. 

“I did it.” 

Tendou blinks at how well-drawn the portrait was, swallowing back his compliments. Was he really that...attractive? 

“...Bout time, I’m hungry.” 

“At least say something!” You swat at his bare arm, Tendou laughing chaotically as you groan and walk over to the sink, pouting over-dramatically as Tendou sighs in response. 

“Sunshine, don’t do this.” 

“Tendou I spent an hour drawing your ugly ass-” 

“Ugly ass? My ass? Ugly? Excuse me-” 

“-at least be grateful.” You finish with a huff, and Tendou stalls when you pull his hoodie sleeves up. The hoodie had been rightfully his in the first place, and the sight of you tugging the sleeves up to wash your hands had the redhead wetting his lips at the sight. The hem of his hoodie draped around the upper portion of your thighs, just covering your school skirt that gave the illusion of his hoodie being the only thing you were wearing. 

And that was all it took. 

“What do you want to eat, you jerk-” 

You’re cut off at the feel of Tendou’s arms wrapping around your waist from behind, the redhead digging his face into the juncture between your shoulder and neck with a sigh. His bare back presses against your clothed back as your chest begins to pound. 

“Satori.” Your voice comes out as a whisper as Tendou’s mumbles into your skin. 

“Do you really not see me as a guy?” 

You freeze. 

“What would it take, huh?” 

His hold tightens. 

“Can I make you fall for me the way you made me?” 

The seriousness of his tone had you turning gently in his hold, your thumb swiping over the redhead’s cheek as you eye him, fragility in your eyes. 

“Are you being serious right now, Satori?” 

“Depending on your answer, yes and no.” 

You roll your eyes, smiling as Tendou pulls you in closer by tightening his hold, your noses brushing as your voice falls to a hush. 

“You don’t need to make me fall.” Your voice falls to a hush as you smile, kissing the tip of his nose softly. 

“Because you already did.” 

And then you were placed on the counter, Tendou stepping between your legs heatedly to cup your face with one hand, his other one gripping your waist tightly as his lips capture yours. His touch was fierce and hungry, lips moving against yours like a man starved as you merely whimpered into his mouth. 

He pulls at the material of the hoodie, whispering almost angrily against your lips as his hand slides up your bare thigh.

“As much as you look all cute in my hoodie hon, let’s get it off.” 

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[summerwritesfics]

⛓️The Centre Of Attention

Pairing: Hanzo Hasashi/Kuai Liang/Harumi Hasashi/Tomas Vrbada/Kenshi Takahashi/Shirai Ryu Warriors Length: 3581 Words Rating: Explicit 🔞 Warnings: Gangbang, Clothespins, Posture Collar, Oral Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Ring Gags, Dom/sub, Femdom, Gentle Dom, Bondage, Master/Mistress, Anal Sex, Strap ons, Praise Kink, Multiple Orgasms, Spanking, Teasing, Aftercare, Polymory Kinktober Day 18: Gangbang + Clothespins + Posture Collar

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Notes: I really am just running out of things to say here. XD I’ve been distracted today so… Yeah. ngl lowkey surprised it’s taken me this long to write a gangbang lmao

This was truly a beautiful sight.

Kuai was on the floor on his knees, completely naked and his hands placed in his lap. Looking up at Harumi with his bright eyes, posture collar keeping his head high. She reached down to run a hand through Kuai’s hair. The way he made a happy sigh made her just want to do it more.

“Ready, sweet thing?” She asked, and Kuai’s eyes fluttered open and closed a few times.

“Yes Mistress,” he sighed, nuzzling his face into Harumi’s hand. She smiled and kissed his forehead. He made yet another sweet sound as she pulled away.

“Good.” She pulled gently on the lead, and causing Kuai to shift slightly so his hands were on the floor now. “Come.”

As she walked, Kuai followed her on his hands and knees. Internally she cooed about how obedient he was. Well, how obedient he was for her. Hanzo was never as lucky. She brought him over to a chair set in the middle of the room, and patted the seat. Rather than sitting down on it, Kuai arranged himself so that his chest was against the seat, legs down against the floor and his arms hanging over the other end.

She grabbed the red rope on the counter, starting with tying Kuai’s thighs to the chair legs. She took her time, making intricate patterns with the rope. Once they were secure she moved to his front, also tying one of his arms to the leg, while the other she left free. He didn’t moan or struggle the entire time, just let her do her work.

“Hanzo always complains about what a brat you are,” She started, adding the finishing touches to her rope art, “but you’re always so sweet for me.”

“I like you more, Mistress.” Kuai’s little smirk made her heart flutter, and she leaned forward to kiss between his eyes.

“I won’t tell him you said that,” she informed him. Despite it being clearly a joke, she knew Hanzo would still be in a huff if he knew.

She stood up again, walking over to the counter again and grabbing a ring gag. She glanced at the clothes pins, and smiled slightly. They were for later. Returning to Kuai, she held the gag up to show him.

“Open, pretty thing,” She softly ordered, and Kuai did as he was told. She slipped the metal ring between his lips, before reaching around with the leather straps and clipping it into the place. She didn’t want it to be too tight or too loose. “Does that feel okay?”

Kuai gave an affirmative sounding gurgle, and she pulled away, gently patting his cheek as she did. His mouth looked so pretty and inviting stretched around the metal. Kuai’s free hand reached for her arm, stroking down it. It reminded her why she’d left that one untied.

“Can you do the safe sign for me?” She requested, and Kuai removed his hand, holding up his arm to make a circle with his pointer finger and thumb. She rewarded it with a kiss. “Good boy. Remember, if you need this to end at any point, you do that sign and I will stop everything, okay?” Kuai nodded in agreement. “Very good. I’m going to go call them in now. Every load you take will be marked with a clothes pin.”

She waited for Kuai to nod again, before she once more stood up, pulling her phone out of her pocket. She gave Hanzo the signal that everything was ready, before rounding to stand next to the chair.

It really did not take long, for the door to click open, and for Hanzo to walk in. Behind him, were Kenshi and Tomas, then behind them a couple of the Shirai Ryu’s highest and most trusted members.

Harumi admitted this was not a situation she ever expected to entertain. When Hanzo, Kuai and herself were talking about sexual fantasies, she never expected Kuai to quietly admit he really liked the idea of being in a gangbang. She definitely hadn’t expected to find the concept appealing herself. The problem was if they were going to go through with it, they needed people they could trust, who wouldn’t use Kuai’s vulnerable state to their advantage or damage Kuai’s reputation as Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei. Kenshi and Tomas were obvious choices, and they’d opted no one else outside the Shirai Ryu should be involved.

And that was how they’d come up with the collection of people they had.

The door shut behind them all, and she heard the lock being clipped. Hanzo was the first to approach, and once close enough his hand stroking through Kuai’s hair. Kuai’s eyes closed, and he licked his lips.

It seemed everyone else was waiting for confirmation it was okay to approach. Harumi was about to beckon them over, until it seemed Tomas grew impatient and stormed forward as well. This seemed to be what the rest needed to approach.

“He’s all yours,” Harumi informed them, reaching over to the counter for a handful of clothes pins and a bottle of lube. “Just remember what was agreed.”

“Of course,” Hanzo agreed, taking the lube from her before practically throwing it at Tomas. He was then reaching down to undo his belt. “I hope he didn’t cause too much trouble.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” Harumi said innocently, watching as her husband brought his cock out. “He was absolutely good as gold for me.”

Hanzo’s face scunched up, before looking down at Kuai and asking “why are you always such a brat for me?”

Despite the gag holding his mouth open, Kuai did his best to stick his tongue out at Hanzo. Harumi looked away as she giggled.

She’d been so focused on Hanzo and Kuai she hadn’t noticed that Tomas was behind Kuai now, his dick already out and slick from lube. It seemed he wasn’t going to wait for anyone else. Harumi had always gotten the feeling that Tomas wanted more from his relationship with Kuai. She understood why he’d never acted on that, especially during the old Lin Kuei regime, but she couldn’t comprehend why he didn’t just spit it out now.

It wasn’t like either Hasashi had any issue with sharing.

Tomas hands reached forward to touch Kuai’s ass, his fingers digging in as he let them explore. Harumi watched, head tilted as Tomas spread Kuai’s cheeks. He rubbed his cock along the cleft, and Kuai shuddered in response.

Meanwhile Hanzo had removed himself from his pants, stroking a hand through Kuai’s hair as he slipped his cock into the open mouth in front of him. It seemed Tomas didn’t wish to be outdone, as he selected that moment to push in too, making Kuai moan around Hanzo’s cock. While Hanzo stilled, making sure Kuai wouldn’t gag, Tomas slowly began to thrust back and forth.

Harumi watched intently, mostly to keep an eye on Kuai’s well being. However she also couldn’t deny how erotic she found this. Like this she could take in the entirety of Kuai’s form. Watching as two other men took both his holes, the way he easily rode out the cock in his mouth and how his ass bounced every time Tomas thrust inside him. She bit her lip, her own arousal building although not immediately obvious to anyone else. She would hold out until her own turn, however.

Tomas thrusts were rough, snappy, like he wasn’t actually all that used to having sex. She supposed that his upbringing in the Lin Kuei and a lifetime of pining over someone he thought he couldn’t have would answer that. She considered going around to teach him how Kuai liked to be fucked, but knew her advice would not be wanted.

Hanzo on the other hand was exactly as he always was. Slow at first, making sure not to cause any discomfort of damage. Kuai’s eyes were fixed on Hanzo’s face, looking up in that innocent way only he seemed to be able to achieve. Hanzo had one hand on the back of Kuai’s head, keeping him steady as his cock slide in and out.

“He’s far more well behaved than I expected,” Kenshi suddenly said, the first person to speak since the sex had begun. He reached out a hand and ran it down Kuai’s spine, causing the Cryomancer to shudder again. “From Hanzo’s descriptions, I expected a lot more of a fight.”

Tomas face screwed up, looking like he holding back a comment. Kenshi chuckled after a few seconds, which made Hanzo look across at him with a questioning look.

Kenshi shrugged as he explained, “he said ‘why do you think I’m tied down and gagged?’”

Despite chuckling, she reached over the chair, Tomas stilling unsure what she was about to do. She gently slapped Kuai’s ass, before retreating to allow Tomas to continue to go at it.

“Behave, dear,” she chastised, resting her arms on the back of the chair, “you’ve been so good for me so far, I’d hate for that to change.”

Kuai whined, or at least that’s what it sounded like. Hanzo thrust forward and cut him off. Tomas made a sound akin to a growl, his fingernails cutting into Kuai’s flesh enough to cause red marks. His jerks got even more erratic, and after a few desperate thrusts, he made a loud moan. As he removed himself, he also took the opportunity to smack Kuai’s ass.

Harumi took one of the clothespins, pinching some skin in Kuai’s side. Clipping it onto him, he jumped ever so slightly at the sensation. Otherwise, he didn’t look in pain, so she decided he was probably okay.

“Ah, I guess it’s my turn now,” Kenshi said almost absentmindedly. Tomas stepped aside to allow Kenshi to take his place.

As this happened, Hanzo thrust inside Kuai as far as he could, making a loud groan. He thrust a few more times before finally withdrawing. Harumi once again reached over, clipping a clothes pin to Kuai’s side. He groaned and tried to move his head, but found it difficult with the collar on.

Hanzo rounded towards the back of the chair, putting his arm around Harumi’s shoulder and kissing her on the cheek. One of the Shirai Ryu stepped up to Kuai’s face, stroking his cock which was already out of his pants. Actually now Harumi looked, the rest all had their’s out too. Their eagerness was actually fairly endearing.

“Ready?” Kenshi asked, although if it was directed at Kuai or the man he was sharing with, Harumi wasn’t sure.

Either way Kenshi seemed to get the go ahead he was requesting, as he began to push inside.  The Shirai Ryu took the opportunity to slip his cock in Kuai’s mouth too.

On watching, Harumi realised how strange it was what you could learn about someone from the way they fuck. Tomas, unsure and inexperienced verses Hanzo, confident and knowledgeable. In contrast, Kenshi was rough, but his thrusts had purpose, he knew what he was doing and exactly what he was trying to get out of it. It was a surprise given his usually calm nature. The Shirai Ryu however was one of the more impulsive members of the clan, and yet he slid in and out with such care, it was like he was a completely different person.

It made her wonder what someone would observe about her.

“Your thought’s are quite colourful right now, Kuai Liang,” Kenshi began, his hand reaching to one of Kuai’s cheeks to grope. “If I had to guess I’d say you’re enjoying being the centre of attention.”

Kuai groaned, lifting his free hand to flip Kenshi off. Harumi once more reached down to give Kuai a warning slap again. He put his hand down.

“You’re very cute,” Kenshi started again, slamming into Kuai with enough force that it jolted him forward, causing him to gag on the Shirai Ryu’s cock. Kenshi begun to laugh, and Harumi didn’t have to be a mindreader to know Kuai was cursing him out internally. “No, I won’t shut up. How else are you supposed to know how good your making us feel?”

The Shirai Ryu made a very sudden motion, grabbing the back of Kuai’s head and holding it still. It was clear from the moan that he had cum too. As he pulled out again, he gave Kuai a quick pat on the head. Kuai practically purred in response. Harumi went to attach yet another clothespin to him. This time he whined a little with it, but otherwise didn’t make any objections.

Kenshi stopped his movements himself, buried deep in Kuai’s ass. He just gave a satisfied sigh, stoking one hand along Kuai’s back, while with the other, his thumb rubbed circles into Kuai’s hip.

“Good boy,” Kenshi praised as he pulled out, lightly caressing Kuai’s ass as he did. Harumi lent over to add another clothespin.

It didn’t take long for two more Shirai Ryu to take over. And this was how it went for a while, one taking Kuai’s front while the other took his behind. Kuai’s face and ass were red, but his eyes were glazed like he was in a haze of pleasure. Every time someone finished, Harumi lent over to put another clothespin on him. 4 became 5, that became 6, 7, 8.

The participants took turns, Tomas second turn was using Kuai’s mouth, his movements a little less unsure when it came to the front. Kenshi had his second with Tomas, once again taking Kuai’s ass. Another comparison came up when Harumi realised how vocal Kenshi was, giving his thoughts and opinions on what was happening. Tomas on the other hand, didn’t utter a word the entire time.

9, 10, 11, 12.

Kuai’s side’s were covered in clothes pins now, Harumi having to start putting them on the opposite side too. Whenever someone finished, Kuai wasn’t left empty for long. If Harumi was honest, she admired Kuai’s stamina, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to just lay there and repeatedly take it. Hanzo was the only one who didn’t go for another turn, he was waiting to share it with her.

It was at around 14 clothespins that it seemed people began to loose steam. The Shirai Ryu had left, thanking the Grandmaster for his generosity before excusing themselves. The only two left were Tomas and Kenshi, with Tomas once again pounding at Kuai’s behind and Kenshi using his mouth.

Kuai looked wrecked and exhausted, his hair loose and sticking to his forehead from sweat. He had handprints all over his ass, the skin around the clothespins beginning to turn red. Still there was a glint in his eye, that seemed to suggest he had throughly enjoyed the experience. Good. That’s all Harumi wanted from this.

Kuai Liang deserved to indulge in things that made him feel good.

Tomas have one last hard thrust, the noise he made sounding almost animalistic. Harumi offered him a clothespin, and he nodded as he took it off her. He tried to fit it to Kuai like she had, marking 15 clothespins.

As he finally pulled out he coughed and said “thank you.” He didn’t really stick around to hear any more, shoving himself back into his pants and making a beeline to the door.

Kenshi made a snort, but didn’t voice what he found amusing. Either way he himself didn’t last too much longer, forcing his cock right to the back of Kuai’s through, the sound of Kuai swallowing louder than it had been previously.

“Well, that was fun,” Kenshi commented, as he finally released his cock from Kuai’s mouth. He reached down to pat Kuai’s head, “thank you, you were so good for us.” Kuai gave a satisfied sigh at the praise, while Kenshi turned to Hanzo and Harumi. “I do hope you consider doing this again in the future.”

“We will see,” Hanzo replied, watching as Kenshi rearranged himself to be presentable, bowing to the both of them before turning to leave.

Now, it was only the three of them, and Harumi wanted to check that Kuai would be able to last one more round.

“Can you hold out just a little longer sweet thing?” She asked, and Kuai brought up his free hand to give her a thumbs up. “Good boy.”

As she walked over to the counter, she stripped off her robe. Hanzo had rounded the chair to reach Kuai’s ass, gently slapping it a few times as if to pass the time while Harumi got ready. She grabbed the strap on from the counter, slipping into it and strapping herself in. Reaching down to flick the vibrator on, she bit her lip as she felt it lightly rub against her clit.

She made her way back to the chair, going around to Kuai’s front. She rubbed the dildo against his face, smiling at the way he looked up at her.

“Ready?” Hanzo asked her.

“Ready,” She confirmed.

As Hanzo grabbed his cock, she watched as he started to push in, and she began to push the dildo into Kuai’s mouth. Her pushing forward made the base of the vibrator press against her harder and she let out a soft moan at the wave of pleasure.

Hanzo didn’t wait for ceremony, immediately rolling into a fast pace. Hard enough for Kuai to jostle with every thrust. Harumi pulled her hips back, before thrusting back in. Once more as she went in it pressed against her and stifled a moan, she reached down to hold Kuai’s hair as she began to get her own rhythm.

She looked over to Hanzo, who’s hips were still working overtime. He looked over at her with a grin. Lifting a hand up and beckoning her with his finger. She knew what he wanted. She lent forward towards him, the dildo going as far as it could, Hanzo doing the same. Their lips met, sharing a sweet chaste kiss that was far too soft for what had just occurred. Kuai whimpered and squirmed between them.

“Aw, I think he feels left out,” Hanzo teased, spanking Kuai’s ass again and drawing yet another muffled moan.

“We probably shouldn’t be too mean to him,” Harumi commented, yet still went in for a second kiss.

“He has been so sweet today.” Hanzo lent back again, hands gripping Kuai’s hips. “He looks like he’s had fun too, if the pool of cum on the floor is anything to go by.”

Kuai made an embarrassed whine, fluttering his eyelids. Harumi giggled, patting Kuai’s head slightly before she began to thrust back into him again. Hanzo continued his assault, clear from the way he was moving that he was trying to get Kuai to cum again. Harumi was mostly chasing her own pleasure, enjoying the view of her fake-cock getting slick from Kuai’s saliva. She was grinding against the base, both the pressure and vibration sending shockwaves up her. She was close.

Her thoughts were broken by Kuai making another moan that had Hanzo chuckling.

“There we go,” He whispered, and Harumi noticed his own movements were getting jerky, clearly close too. “Cumming for your Master and Mistress like a good boy.”

Harumi jerked, letting out a loud yell as she met her orgasm. She thrust her hips forward a couple more times, before finally pulling out. Hanzo was still at it, so she got down in front out Kuai, unclipping the gag.

“Just a little longer, sweetheart,” She soothed, as she pulled the gag away. Kuai flexed his jaw, likely sore from how long it had been forced open. She kissed between his eyebrows, “Hanzo’s going to finish in you, then we’ll get you cleaned up and comfortable, okay?”

“Yes, Mistress.” His free hand came up to grasp her shoulder. “Ah, holy shit.”

“Sh, it’s okay.” She cradled his head to her chest, carding her hand through his hair. “We’re almost done.”

Kuai whined and buried his face between her breasts, as Hanzo let out a cry. They all stilled for a moment, panting and regaining their breath. It was Kuai’s free hand still weakly gripping her that reminded her of the situation he was in.

She reached down to the arm still bound to the chair, untying the knots to finally free him. Hanzo had finally pulled out, and was also down on his knees, untying Kuai’s legs. Kuai clearly had no strength as he didn’t attempt to lift himself up. Hanzo reached over grasping Kuai’s shoulders and pulling him up.

“I can’t feel my legs,” Kuai admitted, still clearly out of breath. Hanzo began to pepper kisses along his neck.

“That’s okay, we’ve got you,” Hanzo told him, just sitting on the floor with Kuai in his lap. “What can we do for you?”

“Bath,” Kuai said, leaning into Hanzo’s touch. “Chocolate.”

“We can get those for you,” Harumi assured, moving the chair so she could approach and join the current cuddling. “Did you enjoy yourself?”

“Yes,” Kuai admitted, the small smile on his face was everything she needed and more. “Thank you. I’m glad we could experience this together.”

“You are welcome,” Harumi assured, kissing the tip of Kuai’s nose. “Shall we get you that bath?”

“I’d like that.”

Hanzo hauled Kuai up bridal style, and Harumi rushed off ahead to get the door open, and so they could begin the ever important aftercare of their beloved husband.

[prfctparis]

In a Sweet Sunshower

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summary: He Who Brings Rain and The One Who Shines Bright are siblings. It’s fitting that there’s a sunshower during one of the campaigns when their legions team up.

a/n: a few things about Tatooine Slave Culture in this is borrowed from fialleril here on tumblr, so all rights go to them for that. except for the sunshower thing, i came up with it while driving and wrote this as fast as i could and actually kind of proud of the concept ngl. fun fact! zariza’s name mean ‘gold, brilliantly bright’ in hebrew so obviously it means something similar here in this star wars universe.

There’s an old phenomenon, here on Tatooine – from thousands and thousands of years ago back when this place wasn’t all dirt and sand – where the suns shone high in the sky, and voluminous clouds did little to darken the earth below, and rain fell from them, soaking the life on the ground.

It never lasted long, a few or so minutes at most, but it always happened during the hottest season of the year. It was said to be a beautiful sight to behold. The down pouring rain and the bright shining suns, together. Apparently it looked like liquid gold.

Everyone called it a sunshower. All of the Depur took it as a sign for there to be tricksters coming their way. Some of the Amavikka said that it was a sign of hope from one of the ancient prophets – Ekkreth, or Maru, or Tena, or Ebra – or even Ar-Amu to the slaves.

But most said that during it was when slaves became Free for good.

…We haven’t had rain in ages.

Zariza huffs and grimaces. Every single part of her is sweaty and sticky, and the humidity of this planet’s region might actually end up being the death of her. No, not the droids they fought earlier, or the damn Separatists, or even a stray blaster bolt. But the humidity. She knows that hate isn’t a good thing for a Jedi to feel, but she hates it, through and through. The air feels suffocating – the exact opposite of what it should be – and makes the heat of the sun feel hotter than it actually is. 

It’s horrible. She says as much to her Jedi Master.

“Yes, humidity does make what we’re doing harder. Unnecessarily so,” Mace agrees, sounding less annoyed and tired than his padawan but Zariza can hear the edge of the emotions in his voice. He isn’t fairing so well in this weather, either.

At least the battle is over. Now they just have to clean up everything.

The leaders of the planet had asked for clean up help once the fighting had ended and they had verbally agreed to officially join the Republic. Of course the 187th and 501st easily promised they would do so. Neither of the legions have somewhere important to be, except for maybe Coruscant or a High Council meeting, and so here they are. Sweating their asses off in the humid heat that somehow feels like a murder attempt.

“Take a break if you need it, Zariza – I don’t want you overworking yourself in this heat. It could be dangerous,” Mace says after a few more moments. Then to Commander Ponds, “Same goes for all of the one-eighty-seventh, Commander. Take as many breaks as you need.”

Zariza sees Ponds nod out of the corner of her eyes, followed by, “Yes sir, General. Lieutenant Spite and a medic squad are collecting bottles of water and setting up tents for shade. I’ve heard that the five-oh-first are doing the same as they work as well.”

“Good.”

Wiping her brow with the bare skin of her bicep, Zariza is glad that she had the foresight to leave her black cloak and outer tunic on the venator-ship. She now only wears the black boots, leggings, and the sleeveless white under tunic, which is now stained with dirt and a few specks of blood but she could hardly care. The troopers did earlier, though, especially at the beginning of the fight – lack of armor meant danger but Zariza wasn’t about to give herself a heatstroke. She at least still wore the braces for her forearms, and the chest plate that she has since taken off.

One of the troopers – Mayhem, she recognizes the armor – hands her a container of water hardly ten minutes later. She smiles gratefully at him and takes it, taking a few sips, and then hands it back. He caps the container, clips it on his belt, and they both get back to work cleaning broken droid parts and other various debris from the fight. Mayhem never strays too far from her. Zariza might have been annoyed by it if she didn’t know that he’s looking out for her.

On the other side of the large area that had been used a battle field against Seppie droids, are the 501st – her brother included. Like her, he has darker robes than the usual Jedi, and had also foregone the outer tunics because of the planet’s heat before battle started. Zariza won’t be surprised if he’s currently completely shirtless by now – a risk for a sunburn, no doubt, with skin much paler than her own, but that’s his problem. She also knows for a fact that Ahsoka is wearing the tube top outfit she wore constantly before Anakin corralled her into wearing something more covering, a few pieces of armor included, just a month ago.

Hell, even Master Mace Windu is shirtless right now, the weirdness of it be damned. Some troopers have started to disappear regularly, leaving in full gear, only to pop up again with the top half of their blacks and armor gone.

Yeah. Humidity karking sucks.

Needing a break, Zariza leans against a lone tree nearby. She can feel the Living Force flowing through it and focuses on that as she catches her breath. Mayhem spots her and brings her more water without question.

“Thanks,” she sighs, and takes another sip.

Mayhem nods, undoing a second bottle from his belt, right next to where his helmet it clipped. He’s shirtless just like many of his brothers, curly hair frizzy as hell. “You’re welcome, sir,” he says. Once he’s had a few sips of his own, he asks, “How much is left in there?”

She shakes it, and shrugs. “Half, maybe?”

He nods again. “I’ll go back to one of the tents and refill it for you soon.”

She smiles thankfully. “Don’t forget to get yourself some.”

Mayhem chuckles. “Of course not, sir.”

After taking another drink, she hands it back just like before. But she doesn’t move to get back to work just yet. Master Mace nudges her in their bond, asking if she’s okay, and she tiredly pokes back to confirm that she is, all the while eying what’s left of the field to clean up. They’re getting there, but it looks like it will take forever. At least Anakin, Ahsoka, and the 501st are tackling the other half; and they’re getting closer, slowly but surely.

Her eyes flit up to the sky, and she spots grey clouds nearby. But, ugh – they aren’t close enough for them to get rained on.

It causes a frown to tug on her lips. A pout, if she wants to be honest about it.

Mayhem chuckles for a second time, more amused than before. “Finally saw the clouds, huh, verd’ika?”

Another trooper nearby stops and looks as well. A wounded noise escape them. “It’s so close but so damn far,” they say, forlorn. What a Force-damned mood.

“This humidity will be the death of me,” Zariza mumbles.

“That’s not happening on our watch,” they say, firm yet exhausted, the sadness about the clouds suddenly gone.

“Damn straight,” Mayhem agrees.

She can only groan.

Once Zariza has rested for a good few minutes, she stands up straight again, but instead of getting to work, she unties the knot of the yellow bandana at the nape of her neck. The wild, dark waves of her hair are no doubt frizzy and wilder than ever; earlier she was positive that she felt the waves grow in size because of the friz and the humidity, and she honestly doesn’t want to know what she looks like because of it. Quickly, she works on putting her long hair into a nerftail and ties it with the bandana.

What feels like ages later, the planet’s sun is beginning to finally lower in the sky and the 187th has done most of their half of the battle field. Through the bond, Zariza can tell Anakin is close by yet she stays lying on the ground, taking yet another much needed break. The clouds are closer, too. Yet still no rain.

The sound of boots crunching the dry, summer grass as someone walks gets closer and louder, up until the person stops right at Zariza’s head, casting a shadow over her. She blinks and tilts her chin to get a better look at who it is despite already having a pretty good guess. Anakin stands over her, sweaty and shirtless, with red tinting his shoulders, chest, and nose. His dirty blond hair is matted with sweat and it sticks to his forehead and the nape of his neck, a few of the short curls frizzed up, and his face is contorted into a scowl.

“I cannot believe I’m saying this,” he says, “but I miss Tatooine’s dry heat.”

“Agreed,” she grunts.

Anakin huffs and steps to her side. He then sticks out his flesh hand, and Zariza forces herself to sit up so she can grab it. He pulls her to her feet and almost immediately lets go once he’s sure she’s balanced well. The humid heat has made the brother-sister who hug every time they see each other, want to not be touching another body in any way for the foreseeable future.

Anakin runs a hand through his hair, grimaces at the sweat, and wipes it on his pants. Disgusting. “Been drinking enough water?” he asks.

She sighs. “Yep. You?”

“Yep.”

“Ahsoka?”

“Yep.” A beat. “Master Windu?”

She almost says ‘yep’ again, but decides not to. “Yeah, him too. Don’t worry.” She smirks. It’s no secret that before Master Mace took her as his padawan, that Anakin couldn’t stand the man. The feeling might have been mutual, but honestly Zariza doesn’t know and doesn’t care to. For now.

Anakin just rolls his eyes and flips her off, walking off to help Captain Rex and a few more guys of Torrent Company.

Ahsoka comes up to her a second later. The younger teen doesn’t say anything, and neither does Zariza. Usually energetic and happy to get her to know her Master’s little sister better, the heat has zapped the togruta of most of her energy. So in silence, they work together on a particularly large piece of debris, and then immediately head to the nearest tent for some much needed shade. Breaks are becoming more frequent, and Zariza thinks that maybe she will have to stop helping if they don’t finish up cleaning soon.

Anakin is already in the tent, along with Master Mace, Captain Rex, and Commander Ponds by the time the girls get there, and the two padawans wave a short greeting to the men before beelining where other troopers are giving out fresh water.

It’s when one of the Boys In Blue (as the GAR has started calling the 501st) hands them both a fresh container when it happens.

The sound of rain pelting the top of the tent makes everyone freeze. It’s obviously still sunny, but that doesn’t stop Zariza or any of the others to turn to check for themselves. And it is – no clouds directly above them at all – yet the rain is falling down, gradually increasing to a steady downpour. She blinks a few times and inches closer to the edge of the tent, and hardly a second later Anakin is at her side, looking out as well, mouth parted in shock.

“A sunshower,” Anakin whispers.

Zariza numbly nods.

Her mind conjures up a faint memory of being told of a phenomenon from hundreds of thousands of years ago on Tatooine. Of sunshine and rain, together. Of liquid gold. Of tricksters visiting Depur. Of a sign of hope to slaves, or a celebration for the Freed.

It doesn’t look completely like liquid gold like Amu’s tales said, but it was close to it. It’s still beautiful. A stunning phenomenon that neither Anakin nor Zariza believed they would ever get to see. 

“They don’t last long,” she finds herself saying.

The Skywalkers turn their heads in unison to look at one another. Matching grins of excitement and mischief form, and without any prompting Zariza is taking off into the rain almost as fast as a blaster bolt, Anakin hot on her heels.

Zariza jumps into an already formed puddle. It’s right next to one of the 501st troopers, Jesse, and it splashes him. Zariza may or may not have used to Froce to make the splash bigger, but that doesn’t exactly matter. Just that there’s a sunshower, that her and her brother are both Free, and there’s a fucking sunshower and it’s amazing! 

Jesse lunges at her, wanting to retaliate for getting splashed at, but she slips away easily with loud laughter.

From him, anyway – Anakin catches her a second later with water from a puddle cupped in his hands. He promptly dumps it over her head with laughter of his own, then misses up her hair just for the heck of it.

“Wha– ugh, Anakin!”

“Tag, you’re it!” he shouts, as if they’re eight and twelve again in the Room of a Thousand Fountains instead of sixteen and twenty in the middle of a field post-battle.

Zariza gapes at him, but it quickly turns into grins and she chases after him without a second thought.

It doesn’t take long for Ahsoka to join, or even for the troopers. Within seconds, there’s a large game of tag, troopers splashing in puddles, and almost everyone running in the rain with the sun shining down on them, laughter ringing out into the open and so much Light seeping into the Force that Mace can’t help but shove his Commander into the rain as well.

…Yes, we haven’t had rain in thousands upon thousands of years.

But it is said that one day, when the twin suns shine hotly over Tatooine, that clouds will form once again yet they will not obscure the twins from sight, and a downpour of rain will wash over everyone.

All the slaves will be Free, and Depur will no longer have power over us.

We will have a sunshower once more.

[rudysrings]

Someday Soon

A/N: So the blog I started for my atla writing isn’t showing up in the tags. big sad. i’ll just put them on my main i guess. guess i write for atla now oop. I’ll write for pretty much anybody bc I do be a simp for atla and lok. Also the title sucks bc this is something i just wrote when it was simping for zuko hours, and i just felt like posting.

Warnings: er angst and fluff and allusions to sex i guess? it’s pretty PG ngl...

this gif is super overused but don’t lie you love it : D ;)

Okie here we go!

You found yourself seeking out the banished prince, despite the Gaang’s instant rejection of him. It had been too long since you had seen him, spoken with him, touched him.

You surprisingly felt no anger anymore, only sorrow for what you had lost. You knew nothing would ease that pain other than the presence of the boy himself.

You were grateful to Toph for understanding, for showing you the way and leaving you to speak alone.

He was asleep when you found him. You were surprisingly unprepared for that outcome.

Unsure about waking him, you simply sat a few feet away in the cave, drawing your legs close to your chest as you shivered in the cold of the night. You must have been there for no more than a few moments when you felt Zuko pull you towards him. “Hey,” he greeted, pulling you into his warm embrace. You could tell that he had done so because he had seen you freezing half to death.

It was so easy, the two of you alone in that little cave, for you to pretend the rest of the world didn’t exist, that the harsh history between you was simply a bad dream.

You’d never felt so weak as you did then, not even when you were imprisoned, beaten down and your very identity ripped away. Because even then, you had known good from evil. But now, you were at war with yourself, unable to draw the line with his amber eyes melting away every ounce of your defiance.

Zuko held you close, but didn’t make any sudden moves, both out of awareness of your fragile disposition and out of pure respect for you. The last thing he wanted was to make you feel obligated to do something you would regret. Not that you would ever be so easily manipulated by anyone, but as selfish as it was, he secretly hoped that he made you as vulnerable as you made him.

You released a breath, not meeting his eyes as you straddled him timidly, the blush clear on your cheeks and neck. You were too absorbed in yourself to notice the same flush present on him.

“I wish I could just wake up from this nightmare,” you whispered. “This nightmare where you’re the bad guy, and you’ve hurt me in every way you can, and we can never be the same again.”

Zuko didn’t know why you were sharing this with him, opening yourself up after all this time, but he sure wasn’t complaining; he greedily licked up any piece of yourself you gifted him with.

“You’d think it would be easy to hate you, but Zuko,” you finally looked up at him, taken slightly aback by the emotion in his eyes. This was hurting him as much as it was you. “I just can’t seem to let you go.”

Zuko let a tear fall, blinking quickly as he spoke, “I-I don’t want you to let me go. Please. Everyone else except you and Uncle have already given up on me...just when I’m finally figuring out my destiny. And after what I’ve done to Uncle, he must hate me. I don’t--I need--as selfish as it is, I need your forgiveness. I can never take back what I did to you. I regret it every day. I understand if-if you can’t--”

The sight of your prince carrying all this guilt, feeling so alone and pleading with you for your forgiveness touched something within you that you thought you had managed to bury deep within yourself. Surging forward, you quieted that voice you adored so much with a kiss, drawing an mmph! from Zuko.

But he didn’t miss a beat, instantly winding around you on instinct, his mouth sliding over yours in just the right way, his hot tongue reminding you just how much you loved doing this.

You pulled away abruptly, afraid you’d forget what you were going to say if you let yourself get lost in him.

He looked up at you in question, his lips red and beautifully swollen from your kisses. “I forgive you, Zuko.” You felt a piece shift into place in your own heart as you said those words, a weight relieving itself from your chest.

You felt Zuko’s entire body sag with relief, his eyes twinkling with emotion, his lips parted in disbelief. “Spirits, I’m falling all in you...all over again,” Zuko said, his hot breath tickling your face.

His words encouraged your next move. You wound your arms around his neck, sliding forward on his lap to where you were chest to chest.

It seemed that even the moon didn’t want to encroach on your intimate moment, the moonlight somehow fading away, the infamous bright gold of Zuko’s eyes the only thing you could see clearly in the darkness of the cave.

You leaned back into him, your mouths colliding again. Your hands began to wander, slipping beneath his robe, seeking out the familiar contours you loved so dearly.

As your fingers began untying the knot that held his robes together, Zuko tensed, feeling the moment change as your focus shifted.

Zuko pulled away, dropping his lips to your ear to whisper, “Hey, hey, hey, slow down, y/n.”

You immediately stopped, your hands drawing back into yourself. “Oh, I’m so sorry, Zuko. I wanted--and I thought you wanted--”

Zuko chuckled, shaking his head. He brought your forehead to his, his eye glittering with mischief as he reassured you. “Trust me, angel, with you, I always want to.”

You blushed, unable to help the joy that filled your smile at his flattery. “But then, why…?” You trailed off.

“Why am I torturing myself?” Zuko asked, his expression full of mirth.

You nodded, smiling at his sudden lightheartedness. You had a feeling it might have something to do with getting your forgiveness. It had truly lightened his soul.

“Because even though I really, really, really want to, and you need to trust me on that, if we’re ever going to get on the right path again, I doubt this is the right way to start off?” He asked, as if looking for your input, too.

Your shoulders dropped in realization. You smiled inwardly at his forethought; he must really care. Tears pricked your eyes. “You’re completely right, Zuko.”

You began to feel the weight of the emotional day you had had, pushing you down into Zuko’s chest as you felt the hot tears stream down your face, and you tried to stifle the noises escaping your mouth.

Zuko didn’t need to ask. He simply knew. You had always been good at reading each other, and Zuko knew you were bound to break sooner or later. While he admired your strength to no end, what really made Zuko fall in love with you was your ability to be vulnerable with him with such ease.

That didn’t mean he enjoyed seeing you cry.

He held you tightly, his hands trembling as he tried his best to comfort you, his face buried in your sweet-smelling hair and his own tears slipping out of his tightly shut eyes. He wished he could just say the words. He loved you. He loved you like in all the magical stories his mother would read to him when he was small, like his Uncle had loved his late wife, like the moon loved the tide--he loved you. The words tore at his chest from the inside, but he kept them caged inside.

As the sun rose on the two of you, and your sobs turned into sniffles, Zuko pressed one more kiss to your quivering lips, somehow saying everything you needed to hear. He loved you. He wouldn’t say it just yet, but you knew. He had always loved you. The two of you always found each other in spite of the odds, and you had found each other once again. This time, Zuko was determined to keep you together; it was time he put you first. As he lay his head against the stone wall of the cave, holding you to his steady heartbeat, Zuko felt hopeful. “We’ll be okay, angel.” Someday soon.