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shadowdaddies · 7 months

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Heyyyy I feel like we’re besties at this point😭 could I request, yet again, an Azriel story. Maybe one where they’re best friends and they get into a serious argument and maybe it ends with a confession and the bond snaps into place but one of them panics and leaves. And ends up having a panic attack while the other one is super worried and is searching for them. When they find them they calm them down and have some cute fluff with like “look at me” or “breathe with Me” something cute idk and then it ends with smut of them finally being mated and it’s all sweet and stuff. (Maybe with some wing play because holy- that’s hot) THANK YOUUUU

hey bestie! love this request, it's been a hectic week to say the least so I'm catching up on requests but I've been so excited about this one. Love your prompts, hope you love this story as much as I do💜

Laid Bare

Azriel x Reader

Warnings: this is angst, fluff, and eventually smut below the cut, wing play, shadow play, p in v sex, minors dni

You followed Azriel through the door to the House of Wind, slamming it behind you as you yelled at him. The two of you never raised your voices at each other, but your emotions got the better of you as you held back tears, shaking with anger and fear for your mate.

You had known that Azriel was your mate for a long time now, but you knew that he had so much he needed to work through, and you’d decided it would be better to be there for him as a friend while he worked through his trauma, without the added complication of the mating bond.

Tonight, however, you had hit your limit with Azriel’s refusal to accept help and love from others. It wasn’t only you - Azriel had always kept even his brothers at an arm’s length, only opening up to Cass and Rhys when he deemed it necessary. While others were willing to accept his distance, the bond pulled you closer to him, and day-by-day your love and desire to be there for him grew.

Azriel stopped in the kitchen, sipping on tea in his faux-stoic manner that drove you crazy as you stormed over to him. “What the Hel, Az? You put yourself in so much danger, so much unnecessary hurt, and for what? You think you’re a burden to people by letting them be there for you, but it’s a burden.... it really hurts me, Azriel, when you won’t let me be there for you. I love you, all I want to do for the rest of my life is love you, and I just wish you would let me.”

The words poured out before you even realized what you were saying, tears streaming down your face as you dared to make eye contact with Azriel. The moment those hazel eyes locked with yours, Azriel dropped the cup from which he’d been drinking, his steely expression shattering into one of shock, and you knew what had happened. The mating bond snapped for him - at the worst time, when you were yelling at him over something that now felt so trivial.

You began sobbing so hard you were shaking, hyperventilating as you began to panic. Before Azriel could say anything else, you winnowed away. You appeared on the outskirts of Velaris - a quiet place where the mountains met the sea - and vomited everything from your system. You heaved for breath, trying to ground yourself in your surroundings. You went to a nearby brook, splashing water on your face and cleansing your mouth with the fresh water.

The sun had nearly set at this point, and you leaned against a tree as you took in the various shades of the sky, the bright Night Court stars already visible at dusk. Mind reeling with how to address the situation with Azriel, you didn’t hear him approach.

You startled at first, watching him carefully as he sat down to lean against the tree beside you. It was no surprise that he would know where to find you. Azriel let out a long sigh, staring down at his hands folded in his lap. “How long have you known about the bond?” he asked quietly. Chewing your lip, you murmured back, “Some time now, almost a year.” He nodded, taking a moment before he said anything.

He at last turned to you, taking one of your hands in his as he gave it a squeeze, as though he was finding his own strength through that touch. “You were right. Everything you said back there... I’ve always felt like a burden if I were to show weakness or ask for help. But you are always there for me, even when I don’t know what I need, you do.”

Azriel pulled you into his lap at this point, you straddling his hips as he wiped his thumb across your cheek, observing you as he confessed, “I love you, too, by the way. I have for a long time. If there’s anyone I trust, that I feel I can open up to, it’s you. I am damaged, and it will take time, but I want to love you, and be loved by you, if you’ll have me.”

You smiled, turning your face to kiss Azriel’s palm, holding it against your face. “Azriel, I have waited my entire life for you, and I would wait one hundred more lifetimes for you. We will grow and learn how to love and be loved together. That’s what this is.” At that, Azriel pulled you in, your lips barely brushing each other as he looked to you for consent. You smiled, throwing yourself into him as you kissed him how you’d been longing to for so long.

Azriel squeezed your backside, causing you to gasp so he could slip his tongue in your mouth. You ground against him, drawing a groan while you ran your hands through his inky black hair, tugging at the strands. When he thrust his tongue into your mouth next, you sucked on it, earning a surprised gasp and a groan from him as he gripped your hips, grinding his own against you.

You mewled at the contact, desperate for more from him. You pulled back, gasping as you opened your mouth to tell Azriel you needed more, only for him to say so first. A thought occurred to you as you noticed his desperation, and you leaned back, studying Azriel as you ran a finger down his chest. With as much confidence as you could muster, you tilted your head, giving Azriel a mischievous smile as you proposed your deal. “I’ll give you more tonight, Azriel, if you let me take care of you. I want to make love to you, how I’ve been waiting to for so long now.”

At your words, Azriel’s cheeks blushed in that way that you loved as he nodded. You leaned forward, giving him a chaste kiss as you promised in a whisper, “we’ll take this slow - nothing you are uncomfortable with.” With that, you began removing his shirt, guiding him to lay down in the grass as you admired his body in what was now bright moonlight. You removed your own dress, now bare above him, feeling no shyness or shame in your body as your mate gazed at you in awe, running his hands along your sides, palming your breasts as he toyed with your nipples.

You let out a high-pitched moan at the contact, writhing against his touch as you struggled to maintain dominance in the situation. You forced yourself to look down at Azriel, feeling how your own appearance must mirror his own, pupils blown out, cheeks flushed, hair wild as you ravished each other under the stars. You leaned down, rolling your naked body against Azriel’s bare chest as you kissed down his neck to his collarbone, moving one hand to the side for support.

Your finger accidentally touched the edge of his wing, causing Azriel to let out a hiss as he bucked wildly up into you. Immediately pulling back, you frantically searching Azriel’s face for discomfort. “I’m so sorry, Az. I didn’t mean to touch your wing without permission. Please tell me I didn’t hurt you.”

To your surprise, Azriel laughed. It was a loud, joyous laugh like bells, louder than you’d ever heard from him. He looked up at you with a beautiful, full smile as he shook his head and grabbed your hand, guiding it back to his wing. You looked at him questioningly, “are you sure you are okay with this? You want me to touch your wings?” Azriel nodded, kissing your palm before guiding it back to his wing. “Yes, I want you. Only you. All of you.”

Your heart melted at his words, eyes never leaving his as you experimentally traced your fingers lightly across the veins of his wing, watching as he groaned and panted beneath you at your touch. “Fuck,” Az finally huffed out, “if you keep doing that, I’m going to finish in my pants.” You smirked, taking that as your cue to pull away, kissing down his chest and stomach, giving extra attention to each scar as you worshipped Azriel.

You were working your way down to the waistband of his pants when Azriel gracefully flipped you over, laid on your back against the grass with your hair splayed out. The two of you simply admired each other for a moment, memorizing the feeling of an intimacy you’d never felt before. You helped Azriel remove his pants, eager to have him inside of you, fully one with your mate.

He leaned down, kissing you sweetly as he pushed into you, your eyes rolling and back arching as he entered you, his large size a stretch for you. Azriel kissed all over your face and neck as he settled inside of you, only moving once you had given him permission. Every thrust hit a perfect spot within you, the sex like nothing you had felt before - it was apparent, Azriel was made for you, and you for him.

You could sense that you were nearing your high, stomach tightening as you attempted to mumble to Az that you were close. He understood, licking his thumb before bringing it down to your clit, rubbing circles in tandem with shadows that appeared around your nipples. The sudden stimulation sent you barreling over the edge with a scream, Azriel following closely behind.

He hung his head, resting his nose in your neck as the two of you caught your breath. After several moments, Azriel collapsed into the grass beside you, pulling you into his side as the two of you watched the night sky, laid bare to each other in every sense.

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nicksbestie · 2 months

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Hi! Could I ask for a request of Chris with a girlfriend who’s a little? And she finally starts slipping around him? Thanks 💜

Comfortable - C. Sturniolo

Summary : Your boyfriend may know your most personal coping mechanism, but you haven't used it around him, until today.

Pairing : Chris Sturniolo/Reader (romantic)

Warnings : none!!!

Word Count : 1094

A/N : This is an age regression fic, which is purely safe for work and innocent. Any hate/disrespect towards me, my work, or readers, will not be tolerated.

Your boyfriend knew so much about you. He arguably knew more about you than your parents did. He knew you on a much deeper, more personal, level, as he was the person that you could go to when you needed to talk about anything and everything. With that being said, he knew one of your most personal secrets, that you used regression as a coping mechanism to relax and heal from the amount of things that you had been through as a young child and teenager, and when you had told him, he had been incredibly supportive, albeit not knowing very much about it.

He had been open minded, asking questions while being careful to not be rude, even unintentionally, and you could tell that he genuinely just wanted to understand. He never made you feel bad, weird, gross, or anything negative about how you chose to cope, and because of the fact that he knew just how much you had been through, he understood your choice of this mechanism because after learning about it, he could see that it was incredibly beneficial for you. There was a lot of talking about it, making sure that Chris truly understood what you were telling him, making sure that there was absolutely no room for confusion in what he was expecting.

It was so cute when you would go onto Chris’ phone for random reasons, taking photos, or googling something, and seeing lots of age regression related things in his search history and in his saved Pinterest boards. You could nearly feel your heart warm at the fact that you had found such a supportive partner, who accepted you for exactly who you were, and was clearly very open about it and wasn’t just supporting you because he felt like he had to. He often sent you pictures of cute stuffed animals and blankets, and he even got a package delivered to the house that, when opened, contained small toys with your name printed on them, along with some bottles and pacifiers with some pet names in deco beading on them.

You had cried when you had opened it, and he had immediately rushed into the room, a soft smile appearing on his face when he saw why you were crying. He had wrapped his arms around you, gently comforting you, whispering gentle nothings, pressing kisses to the top of your head and reminding you that he loved you, and that included everything about you. He had helped you put those things into your box of little things, and he had held you until you stopped crying. What he had noticed recently, was that you hadn’t slipped at all around him. However, he brushed it off, knowing that your regression was an incredibly vulnerable thing for you, and he never wanted to damage that in any way. When you decided to regress around him was completely up to you, but he would be here to care for you if and when you did.

A couple more weeks went by, and Chris never pushed it. You both were curled up together after a long night and day, Chris had been filming a lot, and you had gone through a tough shift at work, so you were both just happy to be in each other’s company, enjoying the quality time with each other despite how exhausted you were. Being excessively tired was normally a trigger for your headspace, but you couldn’t deny the fact that you were fighting it right now. You were definitely still holding a little bit of anxiety about it, because despite the fact that Chris had seemed to be so open minded when you had told him, you couldn’t know for sure that he would be okay with it after you actually regressed around him.

You’d talked about your triggers with Chris before, and he knew that exhaustion was one of them, so unbeknownst to you, he was watching you like a hawk to see if you did begin to slip around him, and he was being so excessively gentle just in case. He had a feeling that you had a habit of not giving in to slipping sometimes, just because of the lack of you regressing around him. He wasn’t judging, but he had done an excessive amount of research, and he had found that littles who have anxiety when they’re big can often unintentionally carry that feeling over to their headspace, and when they’re smaller, it feels a lot worse. So he knew that he would need to be soft and encouraging, and when he noticed you cuddle closer into his side, he just had a feeling.

He’d never been a caregiver before, but he couldn’t deny that there was some type of feeling when he thought about the fact that you trusted him so much that he could see the most vulnerable part of you and still love you immensely. You felt so incredibly lucky to have him, and he knew that he was so lucky to have you as well. When he wrapped his arms around you, he began rubbing your back, being as gentle as possible, running his other hand through your hair and gently kissing your forehead. He whispered sweet nothings to you, sentences filled with love confessions and pet names, making sure that you felt safe in his arms.

“It’s okay, sweetheart, I know. You can slip, baby, I’ve got you.”

You had always been quite an emotional little, and when he whispered those specific words to you, you couldn’t stop the tears that immediately filled in your eyes. He gently wiped them away, keeping you close to him, knowing that you found a lot of comfort in being within close contact of people. You were so exhausted that when you eventually did give in to your headspace, you didn’t have the energy to speak much. However, Chris could tell through your mannerisms that you had allowed yourself to slip, and he immediately placed your favorite stuffie in your arms, a Build-A-Bear kitty that had a recording of his voice inside the heart. When you grabbed his shirt in your hand, tightening it in your fist just like a baby would, he couldn’t ignore the way that his heart swelled.

After spending the rest of the night comforting and loving on you, making sure you were comfortable, safe, happy, and had everything you needed, he looked down on you while you were peacefully sleeping, and knew this was exactly where he was supposed to be in life.

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nicoline1998enilocin · 10 months

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Take care of my love

PAIRING | Loki Laufeyson x Avenger!Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 1K

SUMMARY | You have been struggling lately, and the rest of the Avengers are starting to take notice of this. One night, Thor approaches you and catches you off-guard, making you suddenly feel very self-conscious about your arms and legs. Loki happens to be nearby and notices, making sure you're feeling safe as he comes to your rescue.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Mentions of past self-harm, mentions of depression, Thor being an asshole, Loki being a really great friend.

A/N | I’d love to start writing more for Loki, so if you have a request, please let me know! It can be fluff, smut or angst - or a combination! Thanks in advance 🖤

Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💜

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You haven't been in the best headspace lately, and it is starting to show. Not just in the way you dress or look, but in your behavior too. Usually, you don't mind people seeing your scars nowadays, especially the Avengers, but your depression has been catching up with you again. The missions have been getting harder and it is difficult for you to stay focused when you're even going on one to begin with. Where you used to be the light of every room you walk into, now you're feeling like you bring everyone down with you as your mood turns sour very quickly.

You've rarely gotten out of bed these last few days, and your hygiene has been suffering as a result. When Steve calls you in for another mission, you text him to say you can't go, because you're not feeling well but you don't want to talk about it. He accepts but he's worried regardless, he's seen you go down a spiral like this before. Not much later, he's at your door, knocking softly. ''Y/N? Can I come in?'' he says but you send him away. ''Okay, but please take care of yourself, okay?'' he asks and you don't answer, you don't have the strength.

That evening, you have a sudden burst of energy, and decide to take advantage of it by taking a shower and getting yourself cleaned up a little. When you're done it's already close to midnight, so you just put on a pair of sleep shorts and a sports bra, so you can get a snack and something to drink before diving back into your bed. You look at yourself in the mirror and your eyes go over the scars on your arms, legs, and stomach, some from battle, but most from the years of self-harm. Some faded into almost nothing, some still pink from the fact that they're relatively fresh. You haven't done it in almost three months, but the scars don't fade that quickly, and you're well aware.

You finally manage to rip yourself away from the mirror and you walk towards the kitchen, not expecting anyone. When you arrive in the kitchen, however, you're met with a surprise in the form of a certain God of Thunder, as Thor is sitting in the kitchen eating a snack. ''Hey Y/N-'', he says before the rest of the words die in his mouth, and his eyes are grazing over your scars. You want to curl into a ball and cry right about now, because you're extremely uncomfortable at this moment, but you're trying to stay strong. ''What the… I thought you stopped harming yourself,'' Thor says as he walks up to you with big steps, and grabs your arms into his big hands.

''Thor, please let me go,'' you whimper, tears starting to trickle down your face. ''Not before you tell me why-'' he says bluntly, but suddenly you hear a familiar voice behind you. ''Brother, I believe the lady said she wants you to let go,'' Loki says and Thor immediately does, but not before looking at them for a few more seconds. ''I thought you didn't-'' he starts, but Loki doesn't let him finish. ''Stop, she's already in enough distress as is right now. Just go and don't be such a dick next time,'' he says shortly to Thor and he pulls his eyes away from you. ''I'm sorry,'' is all he says before walking out of the kitchen, and you sink into your knees, sobbing uncontrollably at this point.

''Is it okay if I touch you? I just want to hold you in my arms until you calm down, that's all,'' Loki says as he crouches in front of you, and you nod with your face in your hands. He wraps his arms around you softly as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear, calming you down. The two of you stay like that for what feels like forever, and multiple Avengers came to check up on you, but Loki whisked them away without saying a word. He didn't have to, because they all knew he had it under control, he is taking care of you right now.

When your sobs have turned down to soft sniffles, you take your hands away from your face and you look at Loki, who gives you nothing but a look of pure adoration. ''Hi beautiful girl, I'm glad to have you back,'' he says as he softly runs his fingers through your hair. ''Do you want me to bring you to your bedroom?'' he asks and you nod, and he picks you up so your wrap your arms and legs around his shoulders and waist. ''Ah, you're my little koala bear now!'' he softly jokes and you chuckle a little because he's not wrong.

All you can think of is how grateful you are right now. In all honesty, the two of you haven't spoken that many times, but you've always been nice to each other. You never expected him to do this, however, but you'll soak up every second of it while it lasts. He softly strokes your back in circles as he walks you to your bedroom, and he can feel you physically relax in his hold. ''It's okay, beautiful, you're going to be okay,'' he says in your hair and smiles softly. He's glad he can help you like this, and he's honestly happy that he walked by when he did, because he doesn't want to think about what happened if he hadn't.

When the two of you arrived in your bedroom, he softly puts you down on the bed, and as he wants to walk away, you finally say something. ''Thank you, Loki. For saving me,'' you say, and all he says in response is ''Please, don't mention it. I'm just taking care of my love,'' he says before bending over and placing a kiss on your forehead. ''Stay, please,'' you say and he does. He strips down until he's just wearing pants before climbing in the bed with you, as you curl up into his arms, your head against his chest. ''We're going to talk about this later, right now, you need your sleep,'' he says and you agree, slowly falling into a deep sleep in his arms. You've never felt safer in your entire life than you do right now.

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specialagentlokitty · 1 year

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Zuko x reader - the right side

Hi! I just recently discovered your blog and I’ve been loving your writing so much! I would like to request a part two to your Zuko x Reader - The Right Side. It’s so well done and I’m curious to see what happens after Zuko and the reader reconnect :) - Anon💜

Part two:

He slowly stood up and stepped out from the group, he looked at you, and you stared at him intently. It made him shiver the way you looked at him.

Your gaze was so full of fury, hatred, sadness, betrayal.

So many things Zuko thought he would never see in your eyes again, he never thought it would ever be directed at him.

“Why are you here?” You spat.

“I’m here to help, I swear. I want to teach Aang Fire bending.” He said

You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest as you carried on gazing at him.

Zuko gulped a little as he dared to take a small step forward, and then another.

He kept going until you kicked your leg out, sending a line of fire directly in his path which he barely managed to dodge.

“(Y/N) don’t!” Aang rushed out.

You turned to Aang, frowning heavily but you lowered your hands and took a few steps towards the avatar.

You were furious with Zuko, and they all knew it.

“Go calm down.” Katara whispered.

“Come on, I’ll come with you.” Toph said.

She led you a way from everyone and Zuko watched in sadness as you left.

“She hates me…” he mumbled.

“She doesn’t hate you, she just needs time, that’s all.” Katara smiled.

“Yeah, (Y/N) can’t hate anyone, trust me!” Aang beamed.

Zuko looked over at them then turned to Sokka who gave a small shrug.

“I’ll be honest, she could hate you. You nearly killed her, betrayed her and just left her. She’s pretty mad man.”

“Sokka!” Katara hissed.

“No, no. I need to hear the truth.” Zuko said softly.

Zuko left, and for the rest of the night no one saw him, or you or Toph.

The earth bender came back before you, saying that you decided to head back to your room last night and she decided to go to bed, but she hadn’t heard from you since then.

Everything went to hell pretty quickly, from the killer Zuko hired showing up, and Azula appearing out of nowhere you guys had to fight for your lives to get out.

And you decided to sit up with Aang away from the fire Prince.

“Just talk to him.” Aang spoke softly.

“Not a chance.”

“(Y/N) he’s really trying. He feels bad for what he did and he wants to apologise, the first step to moving forward is to forgive.”

“I love you Aang, but you’re to oblivious to how to world works. It’s all good and well to pretend everything can be fixed with a simply apology but it can’t.”

Aang sighed, turning to look at you.

“You’re right, it can’t. But it’s a start, right? It will be great to be able to take some of that weight from your shoulders and throw it away. No one says you have to talk to him after that, you just have to hear him out.”

“I’m sorry Aang, but no.”

Even as you guys landed, he tried to keep convincing you to talk to Zuko, but you weren’t having it.

Sokka and Toph had asked asked you to just listen to what Zuko had to say, though Toph’s only reason was so she didn’t have to hear him complaining about it anymore.

Katara came over and sat next to you on the rock you had perched yourself on.

“If you’re here to tell me to forgive Zuko don’t bother.”

“I’m not.”

You turned to her slightly shocked.

“I understand why you’re angry, why you don’t want to talk to him or forgive him. You don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

“Thanks Katara.” You smiled.

She nodded and left, and you carried on looking out over the horizon.

Someone else sat next to you and immediately you stood up and started to walk away.

“Please! I’ll do anything! Just let me explain!” He begged.

“You want me to listen to you? Fine. I challenge you to an Agni kai.” You snapped.

“No!” Aang yelled.

The trio rushed over, trying to stop what was about to happen.

“If that’s what you want then okay. I accept.” Zuko nodded.

No one could stop this, they knew the rules, they couldn’t stop it, they couldn’t help either of you, they just had to watch it play out.

And they knew there was only so many outcomes.

Either you hurt Zuko bad enough for him to feel your pain, or you would be so blinded but your anger for him you would try your best to kill him.

You and Zuko stood opposite each other, and you stripped yourself of Iroh’s cloak before handing it to Katara to look after.

“Please go easy.” She whispered.

Saying nothing, you stepped back in front of Zuko, and he just stared at you.

You threw the first attack, pushing your hands forward to create a massive surge of flames straight at the Prince.

He easily deflected your attack, and carried on standing there, so you attacked again.

Kicking your leg in the air you sent attack after attack after attack.

All of which he deflected.

“Fight me you coward!” You yelled.

“No.”

You yelled and ran over to him, attempting to punch him but he dodged it, and so you tried to knock his legs from under him, but he dodged that as well.

“Fight me!”

“No! I won’t hurt you!” He yelled.

Zuko breathed heavily as he dodged your attacks.

Usually you were so well coordinated, you thought your attacks out carefully that you were able to knock him down easily.

But this time you were so blinded by your emotions that you were just attacking blindly, you were messy and desperate.

“Why won’t you fight me!?”

“Because I refuse to hurt you!”

Zuko grabbed your arm as you lunged at him, spinning you around so you were behind him and let go.

You stumbled a few steps and turned around.

You were heaving for air, hands on your knees as your eyes locked with his.

“Why not? You already have, May as well finish the job right?” You sneered.

“N..no.. no that’s not what I want…”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes as you turned around and started to walk away.

“Fine.”

Zuko sighed with relief, as did everyone else.

The battle was over, Zuko never once threw an attack, and you had finally called it off as you started to walk away.

In a split second, you spun around, kicking your leg up in the air, you sent a rope of fire at Zuko.

He barely managed to dodge it thanks to everyone calling his name, and he fell to the floor.

Running over, you took a deep breath and stared down at him as you stood above him.

Slowly you raised your hand towards the sky, crackling sounding at the tips of your fingers, and blue lightening started to build up.

“(Y/N) NO!” Sokka yelled.

“DONT!” Aang and Katara begged.

Toph tried to put up a wall between you and the Prince but she couldn’t, you were stood right over him, and she couldn’t put the earth between you both.

Zuko looked between you and the lightening in pure horror.

For you to do this it meant that you were sound of mind, you knew what you were doing, and you knew exactly what it was you were about to do as well.

As you stared at Zuko, you could register the fear in his eyes, the fear and regret.

The same thing you felt on that night he had attacked you, the pure fear running through your veins.

You had promised yourself you would never hurt anyone, you swore to yourself that you would protect people and keep them safe.

“If you want to do this… then that’s okay…” Zuko whispered.

You pointed your other hand at him, the charge was nearly finished.

Zuko gave you a sad and broken smile.

“Tell uncle I’m sorry…”

He closed his eyes and something in your snapped.

There was a loud crash, and everyone slowly opened their eyes to see what horror waited before them.

The trees in front of you had been blow down, a small fire in the centre where the blast was aimed.

You had fallen to your knees over Zuko.

He was still pinned below you, your knees rested on the dirt and you had your head cast down.

Zuko flinched when he felt something fall on his face, and he opened his eyes when he felt it again.

His eyes gazed up at yours, watching as the tears slowly slipped free as you stared at him in pure horror.

His heart pounded in his chest, his breathing was ragged and he was shaking.

Your tears fell on his face as you slowly fell to the side, resting your hands in your knees as you bowed your head down to hide your face.

“I’m.. I’m a monster…” you chocked out.

You swore you’d never hurt anyone, you’d protect people and keep them safe.

And out of pure, unresolved emotion you nearly killed Zuko.

You nearly killed a person.

A person you once trusted with your very life, a person who you had grown up with and whom you loved with your whole heart.

And he nearly died by your very hand.

Slowly Zuko sat up, turned to look behind him at what was left of the trees before he turned to you.

He reached out and hesitated, then finally reached out fully, placing his hand on your head before he quickly pulled you into him.

You wrapped your arms around Zuko, all the hatred and anger you felt was gone, you were scared, upset, ashamed.

Your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt as you cried into his shoulder.

He held you tightly against his chest, burying his face into your neck as he let a few tears slip free.

Aang and Katara ushered Sokka and Toph away, leaving the pair of you alone.

The worst of it was over now, whatever happened now was up to whatever you and Zuko decided to do about what had happened on that night

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Spark of Hope

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Request - @narcissa-of-kaas - Hey there! Could you please do something with Tech for #39 from your prompt list ?💜

Prompt - “I had a nightmare about you and I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” (Set post season 2, pre season 3)

You couldn’t even say how much time had passed since that Force forsaken day. It had been months at best and yet somehow it felt more like years. You had never been able to adjust to a life without Tech, how could you? It was impossible to believe that there had ever been a time where you hadn’t had Tech in your life, hadn’t had him ready at your side rattling facts of, filling silences with knowledge or just sitting together as he tinkered away. Whenever you needed somebody, it was always Tech you turned to.

Then all of a sudden Tech was gone.

You still remembered the day, still remembered watching him fall from the cart, still remembered the heart wrenching scream that escaped you as you could do nothing but watch, only Hunter kept you where you were, stopping you from following after Tech, dragging you against his chest and forcing you to stay on the cart as it sped away from Tech.

You had no memory of leaving, everything since then had passed in a blur and you were certain it was only thanks to Hunter you had managed to make it back to safety.

A day hadn’t passed where you let yourself believe Tech was dead. You couldn’t ever let yourself believe that, the second you did you knew you’d be done. You had to force yourself to keep that small spark of hope that seemed to dim as each day went by.

You spent your days sat on the comm, pleading for hours for Tech to answer you, pleading with him to come back home, to come back to you. Hunter and Wrecker watched on with aching hearts as you refused to be moved, refused to let yourself accept reality.

The loss of Tech was only worsened by the loss of Omega, then Echo left to go help Rex, unable to stand being on the Marauder. You didn’t blame him, some days being on the ship drove you crazy, there were too many memories, too many constant reminders of those that should have been here but weren’t. Some days you couldn’t drag yourself out of bed, the smell of Tech on the sheets lessened with each day he was gone but you had to believe he’d be back one day.

Months had passed since that day and you were startled all of a sudden when the comm came to life, a distress signal that was used by the Batch could be heard. Hunter watched your face fill with relief, with hope. It broke his heart but still it was a code they used, they had to check it out.

You were relieved beyond words to see that Omega and Crosshair were safe and alive and yet you were disappointed. You hated to even admit it to yourself, hated the fact that when you saw the pair your heart dropped because it wasn’t Tech.

It was meant to be Tech.

Nobody blamed you for withdrawing after that, they knew you wanted Tech back. You had felt the spark of hope you had fizzle out, desperately wanting to stay alight but you didn’t know how to keep believing, didn’t know how to carry on without Tech.

It seemed that even though things had gotten better, two members of the Batch were back where they belonged, it was never right. There was constantly an empty space in every room of the Marauder, a silence after somebody said something where you still waited for Tech to talk, there were no longer random projects left out for you to fall over, it wasn’t home without Tech.

You still sat at the comm but your heart was empty as you spoke, you would give anything for a reply.

Then one day it came.

A strange message that consisted of nothing more than a set of coordinates and a cryptic message of ‘pl45’. Suddenly that spark of hope that had gone out weeks ago was back with a mighty flame, pushing out all the darkness and you just knew, it had to be him.

“Hunter!” You called, looking at the coordinates and the message, Plan 45, it was definitely a code the Batch used.

Hunter frowned as he looked at the message, Plan 45 meant mission gone wrong. It was their code, a random one to use but still their code. He wasn’t sure about it, one look at your face and he knew you had gotten your hopes up, he hated that you were going to be left more broken than before, he wasn’t sure you’d recover from this one.

“Y/N,” Hunter sighed softly but you were already shaking your head at him, standing from your seat and pushing past him into the cockpit. “Hey, I want it to be him too!”

“Then let’s go!” You snapped at Hunter, immediately feeling bad. You knew that whilst you hadn’t been coping well with the loss of Tech, without Hunter you probably would have completely lost it months ago. He truly had been your saving grace. “I’m sorry, it’s just…it’s Tech, I know it is.”

Hunter looked at you, his face contorted with sympathy but eventually he nodded, taking a seat in the cockpit as you typed in the coordinates. He didn’t say anything but that was just what you needed, to have Hunter by your side as you went to find Tech.

It had to be Tech.

It had to be.

It took two days to land on the planet the coordinates led to, a planet you didn’t know the name of and was so far off the map. You were sure Tech would have a fact or two about it if he were here.

You had sat on the comm, watching it, willing it to come alive with another message but nothing more came through.

The ship finally landed and you were the first off it, eyes scanning the forest around you, looking for any sign of Tech. The others followed you out of the Marauder, each of them looking around and seeing nothing, knowing it was going to be bad for you when you came to another dead end.

It was Hunter who heard him first, a crunch and snap of twigs under a boot alerted him and he let out a small gasp, feeling Crosshair and Wrecker look at him.

It took a few more moments but Tech appeared from the trees and you felt your legs nearly give out as you looked at him, unable to move.

“Y/N.” Tech breathed out and that was all you needed to force your feet forward, practically falling into his chest and Tech didn’t care how sore his body was he still wrapped his arms around you and held you close.

“You got my message.” He whispered into your hair and you laughed though the noise sounded more like a sob as silent tears made their way down your cheeks.

Tech felt his own eyes well up but he managed to keep the tears contained as he looked past you to his brothers, though a few tears did manage to trickle out as he saw Crosshair looking back at him.

Eventually you managed to pull away and Tech brought his hand to your cheek, brushing away your tears before he leant his forehead against yours.

“I knew you were alive.” You told him, your voice barely audible as you tried to hold back more tears. “I knew you were.”

Tech leaned forward, brushing his lips against yours and you couldn’t stop more tears from falling as you kissed him back, savouring the feeling after doubting if you would ever feel this again.

You never strayed far from Tech when the two of you eventually pulled away and he was embraced by his brothers, each of their eyes watery and a few of their cheeks wet where tears had fallen.

Eventually you all made your way back into the Marauder and Tech excused himself for a much needed sonic. You were reluctant to let him go but watched him leave, assuring yourself he was back.

“I told you.” You said softly as Hunter came to sit next to you. “I told you he was alive.”

Hunter pulled you against his chest, his arm going around your shoulder as he placed a soft kiss to your head.

“He’s alive.” Hunter murmured against your hair, still trying to wrap his mind around it himself.

By the time Tech had left the fresher Hunter had gotten the ship into hyperspace and everyone was sat together. Tech immediately made his way over to you, not wasting any time in pulling you close to him, your hand finding his as the others spoke softly, your thumb stroking over his knuckles in a constant reminder that he was there.

The six of you sat there for hours, Tech filled you in on what had happened since his fall, Omega had excitedly told Tech about her and Crosshair’s daring escape and the rest of the night was spent reliving old memories until you were all yawning.

None of you wanted to pull yourselves out of that moment but the need for sleep was too much and you forced yourselves up and into bed.

You were happy to go to bed though when Tech climbed in after you and pulled you close, the sound of his steady breathing was enough to lull you into an easy sleep, something that you hadn’t been able to do for months, your eyes falling closed feeling warm and overwhelmingly relieved.

It wasn’t until you gasped awake, shivering at the cold air that you knew something wasn’t right. You looked around and felt your heart sink as you realised you were on a cart, Storm Troopers shooting at you from across the way. It wasn’t until you saw Tech running across the rail line that you felt panic build up.

“No.” You whispered to yourself, Omega looking up at you in confusion. “No, he’s alive. I got him back.”

“Um, Hunter, something’s wrong with Y/N.” You heard Omega say but you didn’t pay attention to Hunter calling your name, instead keeping your eyes locked on Tech like your gaze alone could change everything.

“We’ve got three ships inbound.” Hunter said, dragging his gaze from you and back onto the fight.

You shook your head, how many times had you been forced to relive this day? How many times had you been forced to lose Tech? You thought you had him back, you had him back. Was that just a dream, a way to cope with him being gone?

Power came rushing back to the cart, snapping you back to reality and your eyes filled with tears as you watched Tech running back towards the cart, trying to outrun the blaster shots aimed at him.

You could only watch through blurry tear filled eyes as Tech fell from the rail line onto a falling cart, watching as he just about managed to secure himself with his grappling line but there was nowhere for him to go, the cart was falling faster than he could climb.

“Wrecker, get him on board.” Hunter commanded, though the command was filled with underlying worry.

You let out a choked sob, knowing that command wouldn’t be carried out.

“You must sever the connecting hinge. Now!” Tech instructed and you shook your head madly.

“Tech.” You managed to choke out. “Please.”

“Y/N,” You heard Tech sigh and your name falling from his lips had more sobs escaping you. “I’m sorry, my love.”

You watched as he pulled his blaster out and knew what was to come.

“Plan 99.” He said and you screamed as he fired his blaster, only able to watch as he fell, seconds away from blinding following after him only to have Hunter snatch you away from the edge, holding you tightly against his chest as you thrashed madly against him, unsure of what you could do if you managed to get out of his hold but the only thought in your mind was that you wanted Tech.

He couldn’t be dead.

You shot up with a gasp, silent tears falling down your face and sweat clinging to your body as you looked around, assuring yourself you were in the Marauder. Your heart hammered in your chest when you realised you were alone.

Had Tech ever been back?

You forced your body out of bed, of course he was back, he had to be.

Your feet silently carried you through the Marauder, only stopping when you got to the cockpit and you felt a sob escape you when you saw Tech in the pilot’s seat, looking out of the window as you flew through hyperspace.

The noise had Tech turning to face you with a worried look.

“What happened, my love?” The pet name had your mind flashing back to the last thing he said to you but you shook your head, wiping the tears away as best you could.

“I had a nightmare about you,” You told him, watching as his face softened and he made room for you on the chair. “And I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“I’m okay, dear.” He assured you as you sat in the chair, his arm wrapping around you as he held you close, guiding your head to his chest so you could feel his heart beat loud and clear. “I’m alive.”

The words were a reassurance to the both of you as you sat there holding each other in silence whilst you passed through hyperspace, Tech was here.

He was alive and he was going nowhere.

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livingformintyoongi · 15 days

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Hi!!!, How are you, I just read your one shot of Tae, called "Misunderstanding" and I loved it 💕, I wanted to ask you for one of him, where reader has had a bad day and is feeling a bit down, Tae realizing this, does a lot of things to comfort her, like cuddling.

Take your time to do it, thanks~ 💜💜.

Just another bad day

a/n: Hi! Thanks for making this request and for having loved "Misunderstanding", I really love this kind of situations, I was so excited to do this ^^. I hope it's what you expected, and sorry for the delay, I'm doing the requests in order and it's really hard to do more than one in one day. wc: 1.9k

You had had bad days in your life, like that time when you erased your thesis and had to do it from scratch, or that other time when your puppy disappeared for hours because the girl who was supposed to take care of it had left the door open. You could go on listing all the bad days you've had in your life, but this one? This one topped them all.

It all started when you woke up and realized that your alarm had decided not to go off this morning. To get to work on time, you were supposed to get up at six-thirty at the latest. It was eight o'clock. You decided that taking a bath wasn't important enough, you could do it at night without any problem. You got dressed as fast as you could and ran to the bus stop.

You were only a few feet away when it pulled away, leaving you at the stop, praying that the next bus would arrive as soon as possible. You gave up after ten minutes. You approached the edge of the sidewalk, trying to see if there were any cabs coming that you could hop into.

For a second, you thought your luck had changed the instant you saw a cab approach you and accept the ride. That illusion was lost along with the car's gasoline when you were still half way there. You had no choice but to pay the fare and run half the way to work.

When you saw the big sign with the company's name on it, you almost cried with happiness. You crossed the street, this time much calmer, you still had 10 minutes left before the start time.

But this was absolutely nothing to what happened next.

Today you had a very important meeting at work, one where they had practically promised you that you would get the promotion you had been waiting for years, something you knew you deserved, because your performance in this job had been impeccable.

You had to lock yourself in the bathroom so that no one would see you crying from the impotence after they announced at the meeting that the promotion had been given to a guy who had joined the company only a year and a half ago. You weren't surprised to hear that it was the boss's son.

Still, you got up and tried to put your best face forward to the other workers, you knew none of them were to blame. The rest of the day continued with little accidents that were causing the urge to cry and the lump in your throat to become more and more unbearable.

To your good fortune, the trip home wasn't so horrible. You left on time, made the bus without any problems. You tried to concentrate on the pain your heels were causing in your heels instead of the constant throbbing that prevented you from breathing normally. All you wanted to do was lie down on your bed and sleep until tomorrow.

You watched the bus window, letting one tear of the many you had been holding back come out as soon as you noticed the raindrops falling outside. You forgot to bring your umbrella. You wiped the tear away as quickly as you could, taking a long breath and letting your head fall back against the uncomfortable chair. Just a little longer, you thought, a few more minutes and you would finally be home.

Taehyung had arrived half an hour earlier than he was supposed to. They only had a photo shoot and an interview today, so he hadn't been surprised to get home so early either.

He wanted to call you to ask if you wanted to get something special to eat or if you had gone to dinner with some friends from work for the promotion you had told him you were getting today. He was almost as excited as you were when he heard the news and really wanted to celebrate in a big way, but he didn't want to overwhelm you either.

It took him a good few minutes to finally decide that making you dinner himself would be the best gift. There was nothing better than celebrating between the two of you, alone, comfortable and warm at home, especially when they had announced on the news that it would rain today.

He smiled big at the thought of how happy you would be to come home to find him waiting for you with open arms and a dinner specially made for you with the intention of celebrating your amazing work.

He didn't count on the fact that you would come home soaked from head to toe, shivering from the cold and with slightly red eyes and nose. For a moment he almost went into a crisis.

"Honey, what happened, why are you so wet?" he ran to greet you at the door, grabbing your shoulders and trying to see your face. He knew something was wrong just by seeing how you avoided looking him in the eye.

"I forgot my umbrella" you whispered, leaving your heels aside and walking barefoot to your room. You needed to take a shower as soon as possible, you didn't want to get sick now, that would be the last straw.

Taehyung followed you from behind quickly, resting his hand on your waist in an attempt to keep you on your feet. You looked so weak that he actually thought you would pass out right there.

"Did you eat something? You look so pale," he paused in the doorway of your bedroom door, watching as you pulled your pajamas out from under your pillow. You were moving much slower than usual, and that only made his anxiety and worry increase even more, "Y/N, I'm starting to worry, did something happen at work? Did someone hurt you?" he moved closer to you, taking your shoulders as carefully as he could.

It almost broke his heart to see your tear-filled eyes and your bottom lip barely sticking out. "I'm so tired" you sobbed, wailing in frustration as you felt the tears just wouldn't stop falling. Still you tried to wipe them away with your shirt sleeve, "Today really was a horrible day. I could barely make it to work on time, my feet are killing me, and my stupid boss gave my promotion to his son" you said, trying to calm your sobs. You hated crying in front of your boyfriend. "I couldn't even go home in peace because I completely forgot that there was rain tonight." You shook your hair a little, sighing as you watched small drops of water fall to the ground.

Taehyung wasn't sure what to say. He hated seeing you like this, he had never seen you like this in the first place. He knew he might not be able to comfort you with his words, but he hoped he could with his actions.

"Why don't we take a long soak in the tub? We can stay a while relaxing there, try out the new water pumps we bought at Mrs. Kang's store" he whispered, pulling you gently until you were in his arms. He rubbed your back with his hand, while the other gave little pats on your head, "Then we put on those bear pajamas, remember them? You fell in love with them the first time you saw them in the online store." Taehyung smiled as he felt you nod against his chest. He kissed your head, keeping his lips against your hair for a few seconds before speaking again, "I made dinner, it might be a little cold when we're done, but we can heat it up in the microwave if you want, though we could also order takeout."

"Your dinner" you whispered, hugging his waist weakly. You felt a little better than when you arrived, but you still felt too collapsed to be able to hug him back properly.

"Well, my dinner it is," he laughed softly, pulling away just inches to kiss your forehead, "we could have a movie night, how about The notebook?"

"No, that one depresses me" you looked at Tae, letting your weight fall lightly against him, "Let's watch a romantic comedy, like The proposal, or 13 going to 30."

"Okay" Taehyung bent down a little, just enough so he could slip his arm behind your knees and waist, lifting you up in his arms and carrying you to the bathroom. "Let's go to the tub."

"And... done" Taehyung smiled, watching as your hair fell down your back, this time completely dry. "I reckon I did an excellent job, what do you think?" he hugged your waist, kissing your neck playfully.

"I think you're the best thing that could have happened to me in my life" you whispered, turning to look at your boyfriend. He too had slightly damp hair, but only a little. His smile was so big that it ended up rubbing off on you almost immediately. He was right, long soaks in the tub were quite the mood lifter, or maybe it was just your boyfriend.

"You'll make me blush" he chuckled, resting his forehead on your shoulder. His hands caressed your abdomen, forming little circles around the bears your pajama print was wearing.

"I'm just telling the truth" you turned around, hugging his neck and closing your eyes. The smell of his oatmeal shampoo flooded your nostrils. You loved that smell. "I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't been here."

"Well, you would have fallen asleep without tasting my amazing signature dish," he murmured as he brought his nose close to yours. One of his hands stopped on your cheek, lightly caressing your cheekbones. He, unlike you, didn't have his eyes closed, refusing to do so and miss the sight of your beautiful face. Your long eyelashes, your reddish lips, your smile, every mole and mark you had. He didn't say it, but he also constantly wondered what would have become of him without you. "I love you, Y/N" he whispered against your lips, smiling "more than anything in this world, and I will do whatever it takes to keep the smile on the one I love."

You felt a slight tug on your chest, causing you to open your eyes. His gaze was so intense that it made your legs tremble. You let out a small sigh, momentarily looking at his lips.

"You don't need my permission to kiss me, you know?" he laughed playfully, pulling you closer by the waist so he could spread kisses all over your face.

"Taehyung!" you squealed with laughter, trying to resist his displays of affection. You both knew you weren't trying the least bit hard at that.

Taehyung smiled at hearing your laughter again, pausing for a moment to look at your full face again. You looked so beautiful. "I'm sorry," he said softly, waiting for you to calm down a little from your laughter.

As soon as you did, he kissed you. He caressed the back of your neck with his thumb, moving his lips against yours softly. He enjoyed slow, emotional kisses, they were his favorite.

You sighed as you felt his tongue enter your mouth, letting him explore at his leisure. He always took his time.

"I love you" he whispered between kisses, gently leaning you back on the bed.

"I love you more" you smiled, tangling your fingers in his hair.

"Liar" he laughed against your lips, hugging your waist.

"Liar" you smiled, breaking that little line that separated his lips from yours.

How you loved coming home on days like these.

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cyverrieee · 11 months

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Hello!

May I request the Astral Crews reaction to a timid!reader (tending to hide away, super quiet, and overall super nervous) being witty, sweet, and overall very comfortable with PomPom? Like those two getting along like a house on fire. The reason being that the reader has the ability to travel peoples minds when asleep, and since Pompom discovered it (via accidental mind walking) , reader finally felt comfortable enough to be themselves with someone. As a result, they hang out regularly in their dreams. (Bonus if PomPom ONLY lets reader hold them)

Thank you,

🌸

“ Pom pom ”

Haha, sorry for the wait whoo im trying to keep up right now 🤡 trying a different format this time!!!

You were a new addition to the Astral Family, you were mostly timid and shy around them but either way, they still love you and you love them. Mostly you just stay with Pom-pom with half of the time. They were happy you found someone who you are comforted with!

March, Himeko

They are notoriously happy for you to have someone you're comfortable with. They dont really mind, they would love to hang out with you though. They would see you hanging out with pompom mostly.

"WOAH! Pom-pom you let [Name] hold you!? I gotta take a picture!!"

"Im surprised Pom-pom is letting you hold them! Im glad, i need to tell this to Welt!!"

Welt, Dan Heng

They were okay with the fact that you were pom-poms favorite, they also kinda glad you had some personal company with Pom pom.

"Im glad you stopped March from nagging Pom pom, i think they'll thank you for it"

"im glad you found someone that you enigmatically love to be with. i hope it doesnt bother you when i asked to spend time with you?"

Caelus, Stelle

They didnt mind, they were chill with it. Glad you and pom-pom arent lonely and all, would just walk around seeing you and pom pom together. Mostly they come to talk to pom-pom about their trailblazer level, side missions from pom pom, and just talking. Sometimes they want to talk to you and they will.

"If its okay, can we hang out for a bit?"

All

They were kinda surprised and awes about your dream hopping abilities, they dont really mind if you hop into their minds while sleeping unless that dream is super embarrassing for them. Mostly they are asleep but some over nighters saw you just poof into someones dream they'll ask you about it like tomorrow so don't stress out. Either way they'll accept you and love as a family ^^

“ 💜 ” sorry (if its short, i didnt grasp their personalities in the time being) im getting lazier and lazier to write i think im getting burntout again smh or unmotivated:') probably why i closed requests for a while i cant catch up ^^"

#randomix!#akix's lil stars #vanni talks #cyber star rail #cyber anons #honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #march 7th x reader #dan heng x reader #caelus x reader #stelle x reader #welt yang x reader #himeko x reader #pom pom is epicc

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wildestdreamsblog · 1 year

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Hello there! Congratulations on your followers count! Much deserved. 🫶🏻

May I please request a Yandere!Jimin with this scenario - “What was supposed to be a one night stand with a member turned out to be more when he couldn’t let go.”

Thank you for giving us great stories and being my guilty pleasure when adulting is soooo hard. I find your account one of my safe place. ☺️

Pairing: Mafia!Park Jimin x Reader

Warnings: Soft Yandere, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, Light sexual themes, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: thank you so much my love!! I’m happy to hear that you consider this account as one of your safe place. A highest of compliment ahuhu 💜

3000 followers

“You’re so beautiful,” Jimin said in admiration, his eyes taking in his fill as you stripped off of your dress. His soft words did not move you. Instead, you pushed him on the bed and crawled on top of him. This was not the time for romance.

This was the time for you to lose your virginity.

It would be the biggest ‘fuck you’ to your family who thought that you were all living in the 1800s when it was acceptable for arrange marriages. However, your anger was squashed by the thought of your fiancé who was just as against the would-be union as you were. He had only communicated with you through messages, never in person. He said that the two of you really weren’t going to go through it, so why would the two of you waste time knowing each other? He was so blunt that you actually laughed while reading his messages. He was so disgusted by the marriage that it seeped through the words.

You agreed to show both your disagreement tomorrow to the families. In a way, you were lucky to have been promised to a man like him. He was as against it as you, if not more. So really, you weren’t worried for tomorrow.

But still, you were mad that they thought they could decide for you.

“Shut up,” you growled at him before kissing him in his seductive lips. He chuckled at your cute attempts in dominance. Jimin let you lead for so long, until he flipped the two of you off with so much ease. His strength was unexpected from his lean body.

When he knew you were ready, he slowly thrusted into you…only to feel the barrier signifying your innocence.

He lost his playful smile, his eyes suddenly turning serious as he looked at your tearful ones. “You’re a virgin?” He asked in disbelief.

“Well…not anymore,” you replied in a small voice, somehow certain that he was going to leave now that he knew. But Park Jimin did the exact opposite. You felt him kiss your forehead so slowly you could pretend that this meant something. He smiled at you in assurance before resuming his movements.

Park Jimin would take care of you.

Park Jimin woke up without you.

His happy mood turned sour when he saw his arms empty. He hated it. He didn’t know why he hated it when he had never, ever spent a night with someone he fucked with.

But that was the thing. He didn’t just fuck you. It felt more.

“You let her go?” He repeated to the trembling guard. Despite his height, Jimin had an explosive anger. His rage was hard to reach, yet once he did, he was even harder to calm down. “What time did she leave?”

“I-I wasn’t aware she wasn’t allowed to leave, sir,” he answered the mafia heir, his head bowed down. “She left at two in the morning, sir.”

Oh. So you left like a common thief, then.

You left him like what you both did was something inherently wrong.

You left him as though he didn’t take care of you.

You left him.

And he couldn’t have that, could he?

He would look for you, but first he needed to settle something.

“Where on earth were you?!” Your mother shouted as soon a she saw you entered the mansion. “Your fiancé will be here in an hour and you still look like a mess!”

You almost couldn’t stop yourself from rolling your eyes from her over-the-top dramatics. Whatever you had to say, she wouldn’t listen to anyway. You were dolled up as soon as she ushered you to your room. Her choice of dress for you carefully laid out as though you were just a doll. You hair was styled to her liking, your makeup to her preference.

You looked at yourself on the mirror with no emotion. This would end, anyway. You and your so-called fiancé would make sure of it.

You were done being someone else’s doll.

You smirked as you sipped your tea. Your parents were getting impatient. Meanwhile, his parents were already in the vast living room, his father seething as he tried to contact his son. They were all a mess, except for you. You were thoroughly enjoying this. Who knew? Maybe after this debacle, you and him could be good friends.

It was almost one hour after the agreed upon meeting when the door opened. The air changed significantly as though a storm was about to come. If only you knew…

“I’m sorry I kept you waiting,” a smooth voice sounded from behind you. Finally, he was here. You gently placed the cup of tea back on the table like the princess that you were raised to be. You straightened your back as the families kept up with pleasantries.

“I came here to announce that I-“

Finally, he was going to say it. With a smile on your face, you looked behind you.

Only to see him.

Park. Jimin.

He blinked owlishly at you, processing what was happening in front of him. And then the fucker smiled like an angel.

It was just his luck, he thought. There you were- meant for him. He didn’t need to go far to search for you. You were within his reach all along.

This was destiny.

He grabbed your hand in his before facing your family. “I’m here to announce that I will gladly marry your daughter.”

What the fuck?

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zoeykallus · 1 year

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Hey there!

first of all i wanted to just gush over how incredible your writing is and that i can’t stop re-reading all of your works! they’re just so good!

second i wanted to say how sorry i am to hear about your dog :(( i have a dog of my own and the thought of anything happening to him moves me to tears, so i truly share in your pain 💜

and lastly, i was wondering you’d do the Only One Bed ™️ trope with hunter and a fem!reader? NSFW is accepted and highly encouraged ;) but if you’re not feeling up to it, please put your mental health over this request!! much love 💜

Aloha!

Thank you so much! Very happy to read this. And thank you for your kind words regarding my dog 💚💚💚

Only One Bed trope, with Hunter.... NSFW, sure thing 😁

I don't know what I did here, but I got carried away. Couldn't decide the fluff and/or smut level, so I kinda mixed it up, and I'm not sure what this is, but it's a lot more than I had planned in the first place...

Hunter x Fem!Reader - One-Shot - The Tension Between Us

Warnings: Sexual Content/Suggestive/No Established Relationship (yet)/Smut/18+

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As Hunter and you are stranded in the small scout shuttle for technical reasons, you find yourselves on a very small abandoned outpost. Apparently, the tiny outpost has been abandoned for ages and was only designed for a single person, because there is only one bed. By necessity, you'll have to spend the night here until you're picked up, so you'll have to come to some sort of agreement on the sleeping situation.

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Oral Receiving/Dry Humping/PiV Sex/Fingering

"Don't look at me like that," you grumble, rolling your eyes. Frowning, Hunter asks, "How am I looking at you?" "Like it's any of my fault we got stranded here. The crash was a technical error, not mine." Hunter shakes his head and says patiently, "I'm not upset with you, or your flying skills, I'm upset with the situation." "It wasn't my flying skills though" you insist, already raising your finger in the air to back up the statement. Realizing you've acquired Tech's quirk, you quickly lower your hand again. You're definitely spending too much time with Clone Force 99, you realize. Hunter smiles barely noticeably, raises his hands placatingly, and says, "Yes, I know it was a technical issue. Still, we're stuck here now, and we've both been out for a while, the shuttle is junk and there's only one bed." You sigh and look at the bed, which is neither particularly large, nor particularly small, but in any case a bit too narrow for two adults who don't necessarily want to have physical contact. Hunter has a silly idea, he knows it's not particularly clever, but hears himself say it before he can stop the words from leaving his mouth. "We can both sleep in the bed, can't we? There's no fallback, and we're both adults, we've known each other for a while now. I don't think either of us needs to sleep on the floor." The surprised look you give him makes his insides tighten for a moment. But when you finally shrug your shoulders, nod and say, "Sounds reasonable," he relaxes again. However, seconds later, he's plagued by completely different worrisome thoughts. Yes, you've known each other for quite a while, almost a year, and for a few months now he's started fantasizing about you. At first, he was just attracted without really understanding what those feelings were. Hunter has had a few flings, but never a deeper relationship, that was not allowed anyway. Until now, he didn't have to deal with that either, but then you showed up. In the beginning he was only attracted to you, he feels comfortable around you, he trusts you, at work as well as personally. Then more and more factors came into play. At some point Hunter couldn't get enough of your scent, you started showing up in his wet dreams and at some point he started fantasizing about you too when he needed relief.

By now it's clear to him that he has a thing for you, both physically and emotionally, but Hunter has no idea how to deal with it. What's bothering him right now is the worry that he might dream about you again while you're in bed together. Tech had already pointed out to him that he sometimes talked in his sleep. That could be a problem. As you begin to take off your armor, he stares at you as if thunderstruck.

"What is it?" you ask, frowning and pausing in mid-motion. "You're getting undressed?" "Yes. I can't sleep in the full outfit. Can you?" Hunter shrugs uncertainly. "Sometimes." "But it's not necessary now. Basically we're not on duty, we're stranded but safe. So I'll put my gear down" As he still stares at you, you say teasingly, "Don't worry, I'll leave the blacks on, I'm not going to lay naked in bed with you". You can see him gulp, but then he smiles nervously and starts taking off his gear as well. "Okay, sounds reasonable" he says, trying hard not to look, not to admire the way the tight blacks hug your body.

But all he can think about is that you probably don't have anything on under the blacks, like most soldiers. He can't see any bra or panties showing underneath, anyway. He blinks several times, takes a deep breath, and forces his thoughts elsewhere. Hunter may be into you, but he has too much respect for you as a person and as a friend to gawk at you the way he would like to. When you finally lay down next to each other, barely a hand's width fits between you, so close that you can feel each other's body heat, and you can feel how tense he is next to you. You turn your head to look at him. Hunter stares at the ceiling, his arms crossed over his chest as if he needs to hold himself. You frown and think for a while, watching him. You know that a certain tension has arisen between you, already a long time ago, something that cannot be avoided when you find the person you work so closely with attractive. Not only that, but you are sure he feels the same way you do, somehow you sense it, and sometimes you see it in the way he looks at you. He is outrageously handsome, in combination with his deep, slightly smoky voice, his skill as a soldier and the decent heart that beats under his breastplate, he is practically irresistible to you. But you know how regulations are, that clones aren't supposed to be in serious relationships, and you don't want just a fling with no real connection. The thought that he might be with other women if you don't work together for a while has kept you up many a night. But as far as you know, Hunter's last fling was about six months ago. It was about then that you noticed the way he was looking at you, that's when this weird tension started to develop between you. "You seem tense," you say quietly. Hunter swallows, he sighs softly, then says, "An unusual situation."

You talk for quite a while, about all sorts of things, until you feel that you both relax and eventually fall asleep. At some point during the night, however, you wake up, you feel a weight on your upper body and between your legs. Almost as if on cue, you feel warm between your thighs, even before you are fully awake. You blink, trying to get your eyes used to the darkness in the room.

Finally, you realize, one of Hunter's legs is between yours, slightly bent, his thigh right on your now heated center, one of his arms across your torso, almost like a hug. However, Hunter is asleep, probably doesn't even know what he's doing. His leg moves a little, the friction on your pubic creating a pulse that tingles in your pussy, and you clearly feel wetness gathering in the heated triangle between your thighs. Suddenly he seems to stop, he takes a deep breath, opens his eyes. His whole body tenses, trying to orient himself in the darkness. You know Hunter smelled your arousal, that's what woke him up. He seems confused at first about the situation you two are in. "Sorry," he mumbles as he realizes how close he came to you in his sleep and wants to pull away. Your hands claw into the top of his blacks, holding him in place, whereupon he reaches with one hand for the small lamp that stands beside the bed and turns it on. It's a fairly dim light, but strong enough for him to see your face. Your fingers are still clawing into the fabric on his chest. Hunter looks at you questioningly. You say, almost in a whisper, "Don't go away." He blinks, pauses. A barely noticeable smirk twitches at the corner of his mouth, and you can see his pupils grow bigger almost instantly. He moves his thigh a little between yours, tensing his muscles, rubbing over your pussy. "You want me to stay right here?" He takes another deep breath, knowing full well you'll say yes. You nod and say, still almost whispering, "Yes."

His hand that was previously on the lamp moves to your hip and grips, while his thigh continues to apply friction and pressure to your center. By now the moisture of your arousal has seeped through the fabric and the smell is so intense for Hunter that his cock pressed against your thigh is hard as diamond. His senses and hormones are already dancing tango, everything in him is in passionate flames. He knows exactly, he will enjoy this a lot. But most of all, he wants you to melt into arousal, he wants you to have so much fun that you want to come to him again and again, that when you look at him, you can think of nothing else but his closeness. As he kisses you he is gentle yet hungry, his tongue is so quick in your mouth and has the upper hand that you feel a deliciously sweet helplessness. You trust Hunter, completely, you know you are safe with him. If it's up to you, he can do absolutely anything he wants to you. His lips part from yours, his thigh still pressed to your pubic, his lips close to yours he says in his smoky voice, "My senses are full of your scent, but I think it's time for more, every one of my senses wants to explore you."

Swimming in arousal, you say almost a little breathlessly, "Yes, please." Hunter smiles in satisfaction. He kneels over you, his knees to the left and right of your hips and his hands reach for the hem of the top of your blacks, pulling it up, slowly and deliberately. You watch him lick his lips as your breasts emerge from under the fabric. Then you bring your arms up, so he can pull the top over your head. But he doesn't pull it off you, he keeps your arms and the top of your head trapped in it. He ties the fabric together, so it stays in place. You can't see anything, only your mouth peeks out from under the fabric and your arms are fixed in it. Theoretically you can free yourself, Hunter doesn't want to restrain you, certainly not against your will, he's more interested in creating an erotic illusion. A hoarse moan comes over your lips as his close around one of your nipples and teasingly suck on it. His tongue plays with it, his fingers gently knead the soft flesh. With a lot of skill and passion, he takes care of your boobs with his hands and mouth, making you squirm and let out sweet little sighs. Then, quite unexpectedly, his hand wanders down on you, while his mouth is still playing with one of your nipples, and slips right under the fabric of your black's pants.

At first, you make a small, startled sound, and close your thighs around his hand. Hunter pauses, his mouth moves from your chest to your chin, kissing it gently, and he whispers, "It's just me. I'm not going to hurt you, on the contrary. You trust me, don't you?" In response, you slowly open your thighs again and say in a whisper, "I trust you." "Good girl," he coos to you, kissing his way down your neck as his fingertips wander, carefully, gently, through your damp folds. "A good girl indeed, so wet for me". His words tingle under your skin, in your nerve endings. You could listen to his voice day and night, especially when he speaks to you as he does now. Hunter's fingertips find your clit and caress it playfully while his tongue dances circles around your nipple. Your hips automatically buck up, towards him, craving more. One of his fingers finds your opening and tickles it gently, teasingly. "You want to feel me there, don't you?" A hoarse, "Yes," passes your lips. Hunter withdraws his hand from you again, moving further down and pulling off the pants of your blacks, leaving you lying naked in front of him with your head and arms still trapped in your top. You feel his strong hands on your thighs and how he opens them, how his shoulders push in between. Shortly after, you feel his hot breath on your damp folds. His lips softly graze the insides of your thighs, slowly making their way to the center of your heat. You know what's coming, you're in aroused anticipation, yet the feeling as his tongue roams through your wet folds is almost overwhelming. You hear Hunter growl softly, like a predator descending on his prey, as his tongue and lips explore your pussy. Finally, he finds your clit and applies gentle, circular pressure with his tongue, eliciting sighs and moans from you.

Hunter's tongue gets faster and faster, everything inside you tingles, every muscle tensed in arousal, your pussy twitches impatiently and greedily. Then suddenly he lets go of your clit and drills his tongue deep into your opening with a growl, deep from his chest. Like a starving man he licks you out, drills his tongue into you again and again, fucking you with it while his hands have a firm grip on your thighs and your whole abdomen trembles with arousal.

Again and again you moan his name, it is divine, consistently on the threshold between maximum intensity and climax without tipping over, a wonderful, sweet agony. He keeps you on this threshold for quite a while, greedily absorbing your juices. Finally, you can't take it anymore. "Hunter, fuck me!" His tongue slips out of your pussy, skims over it once more, circles your clit teasingly before he rises and releases your thighs. You hear soft rustling of clothes and squirm in your top that also serves as your bondage. Your arms are still trapped in it above your head, but your eyes now free to admire him. He is a positively stunning sight, steeled, beautiful. Tanned, tattooed skin stretches over hard muscles. Then your gaze drifts downward. His cock stands erect, hard, thick, gently curved, rounding out the perfect picture you have before you. You're so hungry to feel him inside you, you can feel your juices pooling in your pussy. He shows you a smirk as your eyes meet, he knows exactly what you're feeling, can sense it with practically every one of his senses and he loves it. He leans over you, propped up on his arms, his hips dipping between your thighs, his cock gently nudging your wet hole. "Are you ready for me, girl?" You nod eagerly, "Yes, absolutely ready." Hunter never dreamed this moment would come, but now it has, and he's enjoying every second to the fullest, your scent, every little sigh from you, every movement, just everything he soaks up like a sponge. He applies pressure, his cock parts your wet folds, slowly penetrates you inch by inch. He keeps an eye on your face, careful that you feel perfect. Every little excited twitch in your face is a feast for him, making his chest swell with pride and his heart beat up to his throat. He knows that yours has been pounding behind your ribs since the first moment he touched you, and he loves that beat.

The stretching is glorious, as he finally sinks all the way into you, as he is inside you, his hips nestled against your thighs, his body hovering over yours, it feels like you two are made for each other, perfectly adapted to each other. Feeling his hips between your thighs, him deep inside you, feels so right. You're so aroused and excited, your pussy twitching around his cock even before he moves inside you, eliciting a surprised moan. Hunter starts to move, slowly pulling his hips back and thrusting again.

As he speeds up, the bed beneath you begins to squeak in time with your movements, but neither of you mind. Soon the squeaking is mixed with the sound of bare skin meeting bare skin and the wet sound of his cock drilling deep into your pussy again and again. The friction of his pubic bone is right on your clit, the perfect combination. Your legs wrap around him to pull Hunter closer to you. Your hands wander hungrily over his strong back, his shoulders, and down his neck. He holds your gaze captive with his, penetrating deep into it as he moves inside you. The intensity increases steadily, exponentially. You can't look away, your faces so close together, your breath mixing, your panting and his huffing. However, as you near climax, your pussy tightening around his cock, his eyes roll back, he squeezes his eyes shut, you see his jaw muscles working and feel his thrusts become erratic, his thighs trembling with tension. Sweat gathers on his forehead "F-fuck... where? Where do you want me to-" You don't answer his question verbally, clenching your legs tighter around him, pushing his body tighter against yours as a result. Hunter tears open his eyes, a half-stuttered moan coming out of his mouth as your entire abdomen tightens, the pulse of your orgasm taking him with it. Shortly after, you feel him cum inside you, his seed filling your cleft. Two, three more lewd sounding wet thrusts into your filled pussy, and he stops, breathing heavily.

His gaze finds yours again, and you grin at him in satisfaction. He returns the gesture, then leans his sweaty forehead against yours and whispers, as if he doesn't want to ruin the moment, "I certainly didn't expect that to happen today". "Neither did I," you admit, "But I'm glad it happened." He laughs softly, gently. "Me too" He's still inside you, but you suddenly feel uncertainty rising inside you. "Is it going to happen again?" He chuckles. "Give me about 20 minutes" You say a little more seriously, "That's not what I meant". He lifts his head to look at you, his cock slowly softening inside you, but he doesn't leave your body yet. "You don't want to do it again?" "Yes, I do, but... Not just today." He smirks and says, "I like that thought".

You take a breath and say more boldly than you feel, "I want it to be more than a thought" Hunter looks at you thoughtfully, finally rolling off of you and getting wet wipes out of his backpack that is next to the bed. He helps you clean up, still seeming to be thinking as you wait tensely for a response. Finally, he says, lost in thought, "I never used to worry about that, I never had to worry about breaking that kind of rules." You feel your heart grow heavy in your chest. You watch Hunter dispose of the used wipes, then he lies back down with you, both of you still naked, and covers you both with the wool blanket from the emergency kit you had managed to salvage from the shuttle earlier. To your relief, he doesn't pull back thoughtfully, as you expected. He slides an arm under your shoulders and pulls you close to him. Hunter kisses your forehead, tasting the salt on your skin, and says, "I don't know what you'll face if we get caught, but I, for one, am willing to take the risk of being decommissioned."

Your fingertips brush over his chest, over the tattoo. "Are you sure?" you ask softly. Without hesitation, Hunter replies, "Absolutely sure." You snuggle closer into his embrace, then with a smirk you say, "How long will it take you to get ready for our next round?" He laughs softly, you feel the vibration in his chest before he says, "Just a few minutes, my beautiful."

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arashrita · 6 months

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Can I request some Azul x f!reader angst? Like she accidentally sees him in his true form and he lashes out at her because of his insecurities and she tries to reaffirm him that she doesn’t mind what he looks like, but Azul keeps lashing out not listening or believing her until she yells at him that she loves him no matter what he looks like or what he has done and reader and Azul both realized that she just confessed to him (Happy ending please and thank you! 🥹🖤🖤🖤)

A/N: I wanted to write something like this for so long, thank you 💜💜💜

All about you! (F! Reader)

It was accidental, really. You didn't mean to pry. It just...kind of happened. What you didn't expect was, you and him ending up quarreling.

He thinks you hate him now. All this time, he kept his best act up so he can prove himself worthy of you. But now? Well, who can love a stupid, ugly octopus like him? Honestly, he blamed himself. He can't stand his true form then how will YOU even LOOK at it?

You, on the other hand tried to console him. You told him countless of times before that his looks doesn't matter to you. You love him for him. But, he doesn't seem to believe you at all.

"Oh, shut up (Y/N)! What do you know? Why did you even come in here?"

"Seriously?! Azul come on, you know I love you; right?"

"Yeah, right."

"Azul, I would never lie about that!"

"Everybody does. What makes YOU different, prefect?"

"I love you Azul, that's the difference!"

"No, you don't! Nobody can love someone like me! I know you hate me! So stop lying already!!"

"For God's sake, I'm not lying!! I thought I knew you. Did I?"

"Well, did you? Angelfish."

"Don't answer a question with a question."

"Leave."

"What...?"

"Leave and don't EVER come back."

Well, that was that. After his outburst, you left and continued with your classes. His accusing tone hurt, the fact that he doesn't trust you hurt. The whole day you were at the verge of tears. At some point even your friends suspected something. But, you brushed off their concerns.

It was around 10:00 pm when you found Jade at your door. You were confused. It's not normal for Jade to show up out of nowhere, unless there's something wrong. But, to be honest the Octavinelle trio were the last ones you wanted to see after your argument with Azul. You wanted to ask what's wrong but Jade beat you to it.

"Azul is locking himself up in his bathroom. He just wouldn't come out. Can you go see him?"

"He told me to fuck off, Jade."

"...You out of all people should know that is the last thing he wants."

"...Fine."

Soon enough, you found yourself near his bathroom door. You were ready to bang on the door for the heck of it, but to your surprise, the door was slightly ajar.

"...Azul?"

You poked your head inside and there he was, sitting in the bathtub in his octo-mer form. He was sobbing the life out of himself. You suppressed a long sigh and stepped in the bathroom and locked the door behind you.

That caught his attention. Oh, of course it's you—wait a damn second, it's YOU?! How?! After all the nonsense he spat, he never imagined in his wildest dreams that you will come back for him.

"(Y-Y/N)...? W-what are you doing here...?"

"Well, can't let you drown in misery alone, can I?"

"...(Y/N), you should hate me—

"Oh, for fucks sake Ashengrotto, how many times do I need to tell you that I LOVE YOU! IT DOESN'T MATTER HOW YOU LOOK!!"

You yelled and he flinched.

"...Look, you can be an octopus or whatever. But, I only see the amazing boy I fell in love with and you know what? Your true form looks perfectly fine to me."

"Just because you said it, doesn't make it true." He chuckled bitterly.

"I'm not only saying idiot, I'm seeing it."

"Oh really?"

A sloppy smirk painted his face. "Then you better come here, so I can make it up to you."

His tentacles pulled you in the tub with him before his lips landed on yours.

"...I'm sorry, angelfish..."

"Apology accepted."

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danikamariewrites · 9 months

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hello!

it’s your feysand anon again, i read better than books this morning & once again you have done a phenomenal job. i can’t express enough how much i love your writing and how well you bring every single one of your requests to life. you’re writing is magic, truly!

i’ve never requested a headcannon before, so i hope i’m doing this write lmao. could you do what and how feysand would be in a relationship?

thank you d, ily 💜

Feysand x reader headcanon

A/n: Feysand anon you are so fucking sweet. This legitimately made me shed a few tears, no one has said that before and you’ve just made my year and you’re my new bestie. Sending you all the love and I hope you have a fantastic day💜

Warnings: none

Most caring, loving, attentive partners ever omg you would be showered in love by them

You saw how in love with each other they are and you were jealous. You want that kind of love. When Rhys and Feyre asked you to be part of the relationship your heart said yes but your mind was racing

You didn’t want to come between them or anything

In the end you say yes because you love them and they’re showing you that they want you

The IC are very accepting of you since you have been around for awhile and are happy that the three of you are happy

Rhys’s love language is gift giving and Feyre’s is quality time as well as gift giving

They’d shower you in gifts. There doesn’t need to be a reason they just want to

You’ve had to stop Rhys multiple times from giving you something that was far too expensive (Feyre too) but you feel bad when he gets that little sad face bc he can’t give you something

Rhys loves giving you and Feyre matching gifts

Sometimes matching lingerie

You love spending your days with Feyre in her art studio, teaching classes and just talking with her

When you’re not with Feyre you help Rhys with work and have tea time when he takes breaks

You sleep with them but you do have your own room if you need your space

A few months into the relationship you started joining Feyre for training

She told Cassian to go easy on you but once she turned her back and went to spar with Az you gave Cass a shit eating grin, “don’t go easy. I want to be able to flip you.” Cassian howled after you said that and agreed

Hewn city visits are very interesting

Picking on Kier with Rhys and Feyre is very entertaining

Your first visit was a little nerve wracking. Kier thought it would be a good idea to insult you and your “purpose” but Feyre and Rhys weren’t having any of that

When you first entered the throne room you stood between their thrones. Once Rhys called the dinner to start he motions for you to sit on his lap

Their attention is on you as you hold Feyre’s hand and Rhys leaves kisses on your neck

You caught Kier approaching and froze. You heard Rhys and Feyre in your mind, “it’s alright darling just stay calm.” “He’s useless, don’t let anything he says get to you. Bite back and keep your face bored.”

They kept their hands on you as Kier spoke, their faces the epitome of boredom and irritation with him interrupting their time with you

AFTER Rhys dismissed him, Kier got mouthy, “One whore wasn’t enough so now you share one?”

Rhys and Feyre were seeing red at that point. You all stood and Feyre pulled you to her. You made sure to keep your face unbothered but you were a little hurt by his comment

Your eyes wandered around the room and you could see Mor was fuming, Cass and Az looked like they were ready to attack

Rhys stepped off the dias coming toe to toe with Kier, towering over him

It was clear that Rhys was in Kiers mind terrifying him. The male was sickly pale by the end of it, “You’re dismissed for the rest of the evening.”

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blueraineshadows · 11 months

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So.....Leander smut? I don't have a creative prompt. Maybe a little game of spin the bottle. Maybe a heated match of summoner's court. I think he'd be pretty eager to please MC, though.

Bring on the Leander smut.... 😉🔥

Thank you for your request 🙏 💜

It's Not A Date

Leander Prewett x F!MC - NSFW 🔞 🌶

Long fic, smut, oral sex, virginity loss

The sun was warm today, the first real summery weather up in the Highlands, and MC had long since discarded her robe and jumper. She brushed her hair back from her face and aimed at her ball on the Summoners Court board. She was under pressure to nail this turn. She needed the points. If she lost, then she owed Leander a butterbeer.

Her eyes flicked towards her opponent as he stood casually to one side, he too had discarded his robe and jumper, his shirt sleeves were rolled to his elbows and his tie was hanging loose. It was unusual for Leander to look so casual. Usually, he was smart, neat, a little too controlled even. At the moment he looked almost dishevelled, and MC realised that she kept staring.

Had his shoulders always been that broad? And his hands...long fingered, graceful, as they held his wand. She'd never really paid much attention before, but today, she found herself oddly distracted. It showed. She was losing, and she hated to lose!

Clearing her throat and dismissing her thoughts, she concentrated on her aim. She had taken Leander up on his offer of making this game more interesting, she had accepted the bet thinking she had it nailed. Now, she wasn't so sure.

"Accio!" She urged her ball into a roll, it rumbled down the board and as she released the spell, she immediately hunkered down, head in her hands. She didn't even need to look as the ball headed right for her, rolling off the edge with a thump onto the grass and stopping right in front of her.

She heard Leander's chuckle and shook her head. His booted feet appeared within her sight and she looked up, a grim smile of defeat on her face. He was holding out a hand towards her, long graceful fingers slightly splayed. She stared at his hand for a moment and noticed a thin white scar near his thumb. She wondered how he had come by it. She realised that despite being his class mate for almost three years, she knew very little about him.

"I reckon you lost this game on purpose," he said. He couldn't hide the delight from his face at his win. "It's almost as though you wanted to buy me a beer. I'd call that a double win."

She sighed and took his hand, her small one lost in his grip as he pulled her up to her feet. "Well played, Prewett," she said. She poked him in the chest. "And I never lose on purpose. When do you want to claim your debt? Tonight?"

He smiled and nodded. "It's a date."

"Not a date," she said, grinning as she jabbed her wand towards him. She bent to collect her discarded robe. "It's a debt owed."

"Whatever you say, MC," he chuckled. "I'm still calling it a date."

....*....

"I can't believe you're going on a date with Prewett." Imelda looked positively repulsed. "Why?"

MC groaned and threw her head back in frustration. "It's not a bloody date! How many times?!"

Imelda folded her arms and leant against her bed post, one eyebrow cocked, skeptical. She watched as MC pulled another blouse from her chest and immediately discarded it. "You're sure making a meal out of choosing an outfit for this non-date," she said. "Anyone would think you wanted to look pretty for him."

MC ignored her, and she ignored the way her cheeks were growing hot at those words. It wasn't a date. It really wasn't. But none of these blouses looked good enough. She screwed up a perfectly good one and threw it back into her trunk with a sigh. She looked over at her smirking friend. "Help me," she sighed.

"I thought you'd never ask," Imelda said.

....*....

Leander paced along the path of the gardens near the north gate exit. He was clicking his fingers and then slapping his hand against a clenched fist, over and over, a nervous habit. He had teased MC about this being a date, which it wasn't, but he sure felt like it was one. He was so bloody nervous!

When he had made the bet about her buying him a drink, he had fully expected her to tell him to do one, but she had agreed, and with a smile no less. Just lately, she had been around him a lot more, they had actually been talking. He rather liked it, he liked her.

He blew air through his lips and told himself for the millionth time, don't fuck this up, don't be an idiot. Garreth had slapped him on the back and told him to just be himself. That was alright for him to say, Garreth had a knack for making MC laugh. She liked Garreth. He wasn't so sure she even liked him, and couldn't believe this was actually happening. He stopped pacing. Shit, what if she never showed?

Footsteps on the path made him turn, his hands stilling immediately, the palms turning clammy in an instant. He swallowed. Fuck, she was so pretty! Her smile was bright as she headed for him, her step light, almost excited.

Her hair was loose and soft about her face, and she wore a navy blue blouse, the collar open a little. Surprisingly, she wasn't wearing a skirt. Instead she wore dark, tight fitting trousers that hugged her hips. He couldn't help but stare at her curves, soft, sexy...gods this didn't help with his nerves. Eyes on her face, idiot!

"Hi, are you ready?" She asked.

He nodded. "Definitely," he said. "You look lovely, by the way."

A blush swept over her cheeks. "Thank you, that's very sweet of you to say."

Remembering his manners, and trying hard not to stare, he offered her his arm. "I know this isn't a proper date, but what kind of gentleman would I be if I didn't escort you properly. Shall we?"

She immediately slipped her arm through his, and he couldn't help but look down at their linked limbs, still a little amazed that this was real.

....*....

So far, the chat had been about classes, exams, and their mutual friends. Easy, simple. He was nailing this. When she had paid for their drinks she winked at him, her smile making his stomach feel all fluttery and weird. "Consider the debt paid," she said.

"You're not going to turn around and run out the door now, are you?" He asked.

She huffed a laugh. "Don't be daft, of course not. Shall we get a table?"

They found a table and settled into seats, his knee grazed against hers and she glanced down. He muttered an apology, cursing his long limbs.

"Just how tall are you?" She asked.

"About six foot," he said. "I take after my dad. Mum is rather small in comparison. When I was tall enough, I started to pat her on the head and call her cute. She hates it!" He chuckled. "She isn't above giving me a slap on the arm for it either, but I still get away with it the odd time."

MC smiled, and there was something almost wistful about it. "Do you have any siblings?"

"An older brother, George, he is married now. Muriel, my sister, is a 3rd year. She is a right little scamp," he smiled, fondly. "She's a Gryffindor as well."

"I wonder what they would say about you sitting here with a Slytherin," she said. She picked up her drink. "You're socialising with the enemy."

"Keep your enemies close and all that." He gave her a cheeky wink. MC swallowed her beer quickly, her eyes darting away from his. The beer left a frothy line on her top lip, he stared, the unbidden thought of sucking it clean entered his head. She had very kissable lips.

"Erm, you've got..." Leander waved a finger in the direction of her mouth, before pointing at his own, hating how flustered and stupid he sounded. "Foam on your...on your lip."

"Oh," she said. She put her fingers to her mouth, wiping away the beer froth. She then slid her fingers into her mouth and sucked away the froth she had gathered. Leander stared, lips parted as she did so. Why was that so fucking sexy?

He felt heat flooding everywhere, it felt like a complete body flush and the collar of his shirt felt quite restricted all of a sudden. His cheeks were burning. She gave him a little smile that, if he wasn't mistaken, was rather cheeky, flirty. He had the urge to start clicking his fingers again, nerves creeping back in.

"So, tell me about yourself, what do you like to do in your spare time?" She asked. "I feel like I hardly know you."

And so they fell into easy chatter again, and he found himself opening up a little, telling her stories about his family, and she actually laughed at his jokes.

After their third butterbeer, Leander came back with two tankards of a different drink.

"What is that?" MC asked, giving it a sniff.

"Some kind of summer punch," he said. "Sirona called it a cocktail."

MC took a sip and ran her tongue over her lip. She hummed in appreciation. "Oh, that's good."

"I thought it was worth a try. I ordered some shots of firewhiskey too."

MC tilted her head, playfully. "You're not trying to get me drunk, are you?"

"Maybe," he grinned. "Please tell me you're not a messy drunk. Will I end up carrying you back to the castle?"

She leant in to give his upper arm a squeeze, and he immediately tensed, not to impress, but because she had willingly touched him. "I reckon you could handle it."

He looked at where her hand had touched. His smirk was a little naughty, he couldnt help himself, she was riling him up. "Feeling touchy are we?"

She giggled and leant to whisper to him. "Maybe I'm a flirty drunk."

He looked at her, his heart pounding. "Well, tonight just got very interesting."

She held a finger up in front of him, adopting a serious face. "Not a date, remember?"

"How could I forget when I have you to remind of it," he said. He focused on her finger and took hold of her hand. He turned it over, his thumb grazing her skin. He just had to touch her, his fingers ached for it. "You have rather small hands."

"That's only because yours are big," she said. She put their palms together. "See?"

He studied their hands, sliding his palm against hers a little before linking his fingers through hers. "I like your hands," he said, softly. He wasnt lying. He did like them. "Cute, but deadly."

If someone had told him he would be sitting here, rather tipsy, and holding hands with MC, he would never have believed it. But here she was, holding his hand, smiling.

She smoothed her thumb over his skin and he resisted the urge to moan at that simple touch. She had him all needy and he bit his lip, worried he was going to say something stupid and then she would let go.

"How did you get this?"

"Oh, that," he groaned, looking down at the scar on his thumb. "A rather unfortunate incident with a chomping cabbage. Nurse Blainey had to reattach my thumb."

MC slapped her other hand over her mouth as a giggle burst out. "I'm so sorry, that's not at all funny."

"Not at the time, no," he said, smiling. "What about you? Any interesting scars?"

"Actually, loads," she said. "I got most of them in 5th year. I've got Sebastian to thank for this one..."

His eyes widened as she tugged her blouse from her waistband at the side and lifted the material to show off the rather spectacular mark that adorned her waist. The flesh was puckered white in swirls and jagged bolts, but around it, her skin was creamy and smooth. Fuck, he wanted to touch her.

He leant down to inspect the swirl of the scar, it was strangely beautiful. "Sallow did that?"

"Not on purpose," she said. "He was so very sorry, poor guy. We were doing a bit of duelling practise, fucking around, like you do. He caught me with a Confringo spell."

His eyes met hers, envy clenching his stomach. Fucking Sallow, always having to be the best at everything, duelling, spells, flirting. Sallow always had a line of girls waiting to speak to him, and since MC had arrived at Hogwarts, she had been a permanent fixture at his side. Even wounding her to this extent hadn't put her off him.

It made him want to clench his fists.

"You and him did a fair bit of fucking around if the rumours are to be believed." He hated how bitter he sounded, his envy a writhing thing.

MC gave him a secretive smile. "I don't kiss and tell, Leander."

"So, are you still fucking around with him?" Maybe he didn't want to know, the thought of her and Sallow...No, he needed to know. Was it even worth his time trying to flirt with her?

She leant in a little closer, her face inches from his. He could smell her perfume, see the detail in her eyes. He licked his lips. Her voice was low, teasing. "Why, are you jealous?"

Insanely jealous. It made the truth spill from his lips. "I think you are more than aware that I fancy you, MC," he said. "You're very beautiful."

Her gaze dropped to his mouth, something hazy and dangerous flickered in her gaze. She shifted in her seat, fidgeting, and her teeth grazed against her lower lip. Fucking hell, he was getting turned on, he felt his cock twitch in his pants. The danger of getting a boner was very real right now.

Then she sat back in her chair, grabbing her drink and downing the contents. The moment was gone. He let out a breath he hadn't realised he had been holding and twirled his drink on the table top, trying to think about anything else to distract himself from her full lower lip.

"What about you?" She blurted, breaking the stretch of quiet between them. "Are you seeing anyone?"

He shook his head. "Nope, no-one."

"Good," she said. His eyes widened. She blushed. "I mean, its good to keep your options open."

Confused, he studied her for a moment. "Are you alright?"

She put a hand to her head. "Excuse me a moment, I need the little witches room."

He watched her go as she went to the bathrooms, those tight trousers of hers hugging her backside in ways that made his groin ache. He rubbed his face with his hands. He didn't have a clue what was going on here.

Maybe he needed to cool off, take a step back. How many times had he blown it with a girl? Too many times, an embarrassing amount. He always put his foot in it somehow, and he didn't want to do that with her. She was alright, for a Slytherin.

....*....

Her reflection gazed back at her in the bathroom mirror. She wasn't even that drunk. It wasn't the alcohol making her hot and flustered, it was him! Fucking Leander Prewett, with his broad shoulders, and his hands...mmm fuck, she was obsessed with those hands! She pressed her own hand to her lower abdomen, a burning sensation building as she imagined the things he could do with those long fingers.

Merlin, she was hot, too damn hot. She washed her hands and took a deep breath. Time to go back and rejoin him. She needed to calm the fuck down.

He was sitting waiting, two shots of firewhiskey on the table. She eyed them and he grinned. "I figured we could have one more for the road."

"Ready to leave?" She asked. "Was it something I said?"

"It's almost closing time," he replied.

She glanced around the bar surprised, had they been here that long? The customers had certainly thinned out and Sirona had put chairs up on the tables at the far end.

"Fair enough," she shrugged. She picked up her shot and threw it back, relishing the burn as it went down. She banged the glass back into the table and leant towards him. "Your turn."

His gaze never left hers as he did the same. She watched his throat work as the whiskey went down, heat stirring within her. She almost needed to clench her thighs, she was that horny.

They left the pub and began to walk, the night cool, but not cold. Then, MC suddenly stopped. He had been just behind her and he collided with her shoulder. "Oops, sorry...everything alright?"

Her heart pounded. She fucking wanted him! It was eating her up, making her pulse flutter, she spun to look up at him, her breaths quickening.

How had this happened? She realised she didn't care. She grabbed the front of his jumper and dragged him down towards her mouth. She heard his swift intake of breath before she pressed a smacker of a kiss on his lips. He froze, clearly shocked.

She chuckled and flicked her tongue against his lips playfully. "Mmm, want me to do that again?"

His stuttered gasps were fuel to her fire. "Yes, please."

She wanted to jump his bones and kiss the fuck out of him, but there was something very sexy about his nervousness, it was cute, submissive, and it unfurled the mischievous tease in her.

She caught his bottom lip with her teeth, oh so gently, and tugged, oh so carefully. His little whimper was deeply satisfying. Her lips curved into a slow smile. "Oh, I'm going to enjoy this," she whispered.

"Y...you are?"

MC moaned and kissed him again, her hands wrapping up behind his neck. This time he responded, his hands gently touching her waist as a moan of his own sounded in his throat. It was a torture to keep her kisses tame, but she did. She teased the fuck out of his lips, loving every desperate little noise he made.

She smirked and put her hands over his, sliding them downwards until he was holding her arse. She could hear his desperate pants for breath, the stunned look on his face so adorable and sweet. "Do I feel good?" She asked.

His fingers carefully squeezed and he groaned. "Fuck, yes..."

"Want more?" She nipped at his bottom lip again. He nodded, quickly, going in for another kiss.

She giggled and wriggled free of his grip.

"What...MC?" He frowned.

She crooked her finger at him, her eyes teasing. "If you want more, you're going to have to catch me."

Her stared at her, lips parted, eyes wild. She slowly licked her lips, backing up from him. Then she blew him a kiss. "Come get me..."

She turned and ran.

....*....

His mind was actually spinning. When she had kissed him, he had frozen in utter shock. MC, Hero of Hogwarts, one of the best damn duelists in the school, fucking beautiful beyond belief, and she was kissing him.

As she taunted him to come and catch her, her eyes promising more, and oh gods he wanted more, he realised he would literally do anything that she wanted. He was in the palm of her hand.

And she was getting away from him. Run, you idiot! He took off after her, the excitement and adrenaline a heady mix. He could hear her giggles, the tap of her feet on the cobbled path. He caught a glimpse of her disappearing around a corner and sped up.

She was waiting for him. She grabbed a hold of him, shoving him up against the wall, and she was bloody strong. "Fuck!" He gasped. And then she was pressing those delicious curves against him, her mouth on his neck. His eyes rolled back, moans spilling from his lips as she sucked at him. "Oh, gods...fuck!"

All of his blood rushed to his cock, desire making him burn, all thoughts wiped clean except for her and what she was doing to him. She bit his earlobe with sharp little teeth, he hissed, but then she licked it all better. Gods.

"Still want more?" She whispered. Her breath hot against his ear.

He gripped her hips and pulled her real close, she moaned and rolled against him. A gasp escaped her lips and she looked down. "Fucking hell, Leander," she groaned. "It's not just your hands that are big!"

Colour bloomed across his cheeks and he was grateful it was night, even his neck was burning. He couldn't stop the whimpers as she began to grind against him, his cock twitching and fit to burst. He closed his eyes, unable to watch her, knowing that if this continued for much longer he was going to blow his load. Cold showers, history of magic, anything, just don't fuck this up!

Then she was pulling away, giggling, tugging playfully at his jumper. "Now, now, Leander, the fun isn't over yet. I'm just getting started," she said. "That was a freebie, this time you have to catch me."

Fuck! She was running again. He groaned, breathless with want, she was actually going to kill him!

She was fast, and nimble, for such a little thing. Her hair spun out around her as she darted around corners, those trousers hugging her curves distracting him as he tried to make a grab for her. Twice, his fingers brushed against her, but she was slippery, giggling and teasing as she danced out of his grip.

They crossed the river and ran down the path before she disappeared into the graveyard. He came to a stop at the top of the steps, puffing, scanning the graves, there was no sign of her. He frowned. "MC?"

A low hung mist was gathered in the corners, he stepped slowly along the path, listening out for her. This place was bloody creepy at night, he shivered and tried calling for her again.

He felt a tap on his shoulder and bit back a scream, he flinched and spun, drawing his wand on instinct. She gasped, her smile pure wickedness. "Oh, Leander," she said, teasingly. She pushed a finger lightly against the tip of his wand. "Is this you saying you wanna play rough?"

Fucking hell. He actually gulped. MC slowly pushed his wand down and out of the way before stepping up close to him. He was rooted to the spot, unable to do anything but watch as she trailed a hand over his chest, and then down.

His lungs had already been working hard from the running, and now, as her fingers teased a trail along the hem of his jumper, he thought he might get dizzy from how breathless he was. Then she slid a hand up underneath, tugging out his shirt, cool fingers grazing up over his abs.

She swept the palm of her hand over him, making him tremble. "Put your wand away, Prewett," she whispered.

He obeyed, immediately. She smiled. "Kiss me."

He was getting desperately close to losing his mind. He claimed her mouth, hungry for her, he had earned it. She parted her lips and allowed him access, moaning into his mouth. Gods, she sounded so damn sexy. He slid his hands into her hair, loving the silky softness of her tresses. He wrapped his fingers into it, holding her head at the perfect angle to kiss her deeply.

When she pulled back from him, he held her by her hair, determined to not let go. "Don't you dare fucking run again," he said.

She chuckled. "Oh, I'm not going anywhere," she said. "Not until I get what I want."

He panted, staring at the way her eyes glittered in the dark, more turned on than he had ever been in his life. "And, what do you want?"

"I want this brave Gryffindor to come play in the dark with me," she said. She tugged at his waistband and he grit his teeth, cock aching. She leant in to lick his throat. "Come play with the enemy."

"In a graveyard?" Who was he kidding? He'd do it anywhere she asked him at this point.

She grinned, finger tips drawing circles on the sensitive skin of his waist. She started to back up, taking him with her. They left the path, her fingers making quick work of his trouser fastenings. In a deeply shadowed corner, he found himself pressed up against the wall of a mausoleum.

Her kisses were slower, her tongue swirling seductively against his. He was just melting, utterly in her hands, moaning in bliss as she slid a hand into the opening of his trousers. He forgot about the graves, couldn't give a fuck if they were seen by a late night visitor, because she was wrapping those deadly little hands around his cock and stroking.

He shuddered, drowning in the feel of each rub. "Fuck, yes," he whispered. He rolled his hips, pushing his cock harder against her touch. It felt so good. He whimpered when she let go, but she was tugging his jumper up, tossing it aside so she could work on his shirt buttons.

His hands were in her hair again, sighing softly as she kissed his chest, her tongue swirling over a nipple. She went lower, and he began to twitch with anticipation as she got down on her knees.

Now that was a fucking priceless sight.

When her hot, wet mouth slid around his cock, he thought he could die right there and then. Join those in the graves and be the happiest bastard in the world. His moans grew louder, his hips flexing as she sucked and licked, her hand sliding to cup his balls. "Fucking hell...I'm gonna...mmm. Bloody hell, MC."

She sped up, he gave a cry, his head falling back against the stone. He was seeing fucking stars. She took him deep, so deep he could feel her throat constricting around his head. And still she fucked him. His fingers gripped her hair, he didn't want to hurt her, but by fuck, he was losing it.

He groaned, deep and desperate as he came, his cock pulsing madly as he unloaded into her throat. He felt the lick and slide of her tongue, his fingers releasing his hold on her hair as he slumped against the stone wall.

She stood, smiling wiping at her mouth. "Have I been a good girl?" She asked.

He moaned. "Yes, the fucking best."

She wrapped her arms about his waist, her lips gentle as she pressed a kiss to his chest. She ran the tip of her nose upwards, kissing his collar bone. "I'm not finished with you yet though, Prewett," she said. "Still up for a bit more?"

She looked up at him, utterly beautiful. How the fuck had he managed to be in this position? Honestly, he was never this lucky. He was always second best. Tonight, somehow, he was winning, and there was no way he wanted it to stop.

"What did you have in mind?"

....*....

MC moaned, head back, Leander's mouth on her neck. Her blouse was open, marks of passion littered over her breasts and chest. One of her legs was free, the other had her trousers and knickers pooled at the ankle. And, she had been right about Leander's fingers. She bit her lower lip, grinding against his hand as he rubbed and fucked her.

He had wanted to please, asking her what she wanted, and fuck, he was delivering. She was so fucking wet, the edge of her release quivering ever closer.

Panting and writhing she fisted her hand into his hair as his mouth tortured a nipple, the peak hard and sensitive against his tongue. "I love that tongue," she sighed. "What else can you do with it?"

Then he was on his knees, her bare leg over his shoulder. She looked down, eyebrow raised. Fuck, her leg looked pretty good slung over him like that, his face buried in her folds. A deep moan left her as his tongue swirled and flicked. "Oh, yes...Leander..."

She began to tremble, biting back the need to cry out loudly as she came. Leander gripped her bucking hips tightly, his fingers digging into the soft flesh.

He stood up, hastily wiping his mouth. "Gods, let me fuck you," he said. His hands smoothed up from her hips, his eyes glazed as he cupped her breasts. "You're fucking amazing."

She smiled. Oh, she would absolutely let him. She'd already had him in her mouth, and the size of him had her eager for more.

He kissed her, deep, slow, and she felt the nudge of his arousal. She wrapped her hand around it, pumping, soaking up his little groans. He moved closer, fumbling a little as he tried to hold her steady and line up against her.

They wobbled, almost losing balance, and she giggled, clutching on to him. A thought struck her and she put her hand to his face. "Leander, look at me," she asked, softly. He did. "You have done this before, right?"

He hesitated, a conflicted expression on his face. She didn't want him to put a brave face on it and lie. No matter how much she had teased and played with him, she didn't want to hurt him.

"Tell me the truth," she said gently. "First time is a big deal, I wouldn't want to spoil it for you."

He let out a quick breath and shook his head. "Believe me, you are fucking brilliant, MC," he said. "As first times go, this is hot!"

She kissed him, softly. She moved to press kisses along his jaw, gentle, moving up to his ear. "Sit down," she whispered. "I'm going to sit on your lap."

Sitting with his back to the mausoleum wall, MC straddled Leander. Her approach was different now, but she was still aching for him, turned on at the thought that she was his first. Grateful for her experience, she took her time, taking his hands to show him as she lined him up and eased herself on to him.

She moaned at the stretch, easing him slowly with gentle thrusts. It was tight, really fucking tight, and she actually felt it sting a little.

Leander was gasping, gripping her hips now, staring at down at where they were joined. "Oh my...fucking hell...I...gods..."

She rolled her hips, her walls relaxing around him, taking him really well now. She risked going a little faster, her hands going to his broad shoulders.

"Does it...mmmph.....fuck....does it...feel good?" He asked. "This isn't going to take long. Gods...amazing!"

She took his face in her hands, kissing him, fucking him, letting him vent his passion into her mouth. "Its okay," she whispered against his lips. "Trust me, it feels good. Come for me, fill me up, Leander. I want to feel it, please. Come for me."

He groaned, and then grabbed her hips tightly, stopping her. "Let me," he said, tightly. "I want to do it."

They rolled over into the grass, MC's open blouse rucked up behind her, her hair splayed out. She opened her legs wide for him, he reentered her himself, moaning as he pushed in deep. She arched her back, wincing as he hit her limit.

He began to thrust, hard. She threw her hand out, clutching at clumps of grass as he absolutely fucking railed her. She couldn't stop the cry that came from her mouth. She was shocked at his intensity, the sheer strength of him, corded muscle in his neck and arms standing out in the distant glow of Hogsmeade's lights.

MC gritted her teeth and took it, lifting her hips to meet him, an intense pressure building rapidly deep inside her. His cock was rubbing against everything, her mind beginning to spin.

A shocked gasp left her lips, her nails dug viciously into the skin of his back. "Oh, fuck!" She gritted her teeth and clenched hard around him, her climax a pulsing, hot throb as he pounded into her. His face was tight as he found his own release, his cock pulsing thickly inside her.

They both collapsed into a sweaty, breathless heap in the grass. She smoothed his ruffled hair back from his face, just staring at him. "Wow," she puffed.

He pressed a quick kiss to her forehead. "Best fucking date, ever," he said.

She grabbed his chin. "Oi, Gryffindor, it wasn't a date."

He grinned and took her hand in his, smoothing his thumb over her skin, pressing kisses to the tips of her fingers. "Don't worry, next time it will be."

"Next time?" She quirked an eyebrow. "Don't count on me losing any more bets with you, Prewett."

"All bets are off," he said. "Next time, I'm taking you out on a proper date, and we are absolutely ending up with you in my bed. Even if I have to chase you around the whole fucking castle to earn it."

She giggled and linked her fingers with his. "I haven't scared you off then, dragging you into a graveyard and taking advantage of you like this. How very Slytherin of me."

"Quite the opposite, actually," he said. He leant his forehead against hers. "I think I fancy you even more than I did this afternoon."

She flexed her fingers against his, bringing their linked hands to her mouth to kiss them. "You know what? Me too."

This one is for all those who wanted a little more Leander on their feed. Thanks for reading! Part Two is HERE

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nahoney22 · 11 months

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Hello! I happened to finish reading your touch starved fics and it was phenomenal beyond words! ♥︎ If it's not too much trouble, I had seen your requests open and wanted to request a scenario if you're interested, if not, please don't feel pressured to act on this request :)

I had a small thought for a more platonic dynamic between the reader (fem or GN) towards all the batchers in the beginning. The reader sets boundaries for themselves to not fall for any of the boys with the thought of it being a distraction. Then their heart just goes DOKI DOKI whilst they unknowingly begin pining for one of the batchers (may be any of the boys of your choosing). It may be angsty, fluffy, or even bittsweet it aches the heart, whatever you choose I'll be rooting for you! Best wishes! ✌️💕

That Feeling

All Bad Batch Boys X F!Reader (but can probably be read as GN)

warnings: Echo’s, Hunters and Wreckers are mainly fluff, crosshair and techs are a little angsty. Brief mention of Order 66.

authors note: I know you said I could pick whoever but why not ALL? Sorry for the wait 💜 and thank you for the kind words.

Like you did with all of them, you closed yourself off to the Bad Batch in regards to intimate feelings. But, the more you grew to know them, the more of a challenge it became. Especially with…

Echo

Echo had always been the person you could talk to about anything without feeling judged. Despite his occasional gloomy demeanor, he exuded a calming aura that drew you towards him.

However, it became an issue on one particular day. After trudging through the snowy mountains of Hoth with Hunter and Crosshair, you returned to the ship. From a distance, you spotted Echo standing outside, and the mere sight of him warmed you despite the freezing cold.

As everyone prepared to board, you were the last to step onto the gangplank. Just as you set foot on the icy steps, Echo reached out his hand, cautioning you, "Careful, it's a little icy." Your eyes glanced at the shimmering surface before meeting his gaze, and gratefully, you accepted his hand.

In that moment, your heart nearly leapt out of your chest. It was an innocent gesture, but the touch of his hand on yours, even with thick gloves on, was tender and cautious as he guided you up the steps. It even sent a wave of panic through you. The intensity of your reaction caught you off guard. This could not be happening… you swore you wouldn’t get attached.

Once inside the ship, you couldn't help but notice that he allowed his hand to linger on yours for a moment longer than necessary before finally releasing it. With a smile and a nod, he advised you to warm up before making his way towards the cockpit.

Oh dear, something had shifted within you. The impact of that simple touch alone lingered in your mind for the next few days.

Hunter

You found yourself staring intently, almost transfixed. It wasn't until Hunter turned in your direction, flashing a warm smile and even offering a casual wave that you snapped out of your trance. Your face flushed as you quickly, though not so discreetly, pretended to be engrossed in something else, desperately avoiding the fact that you had been openly staring at Hunter while he trained.

Shirtless.

You were well aware of his attractiveness—no, you knew he was attractive—but it wasn't until now, witnessing his muscles straining against his skin as he moved through different positions, that your heart started racing.

He was your friend, for crying out loud! Yet, here you were, pretending to read a holobook while secretly yearning for him. Your heart raced, threatening to escape your chest, while his smile nearly caused it to stop altogether.

"Pull yourself together," you muttered quietly, cursing your own internal turmoil. Nevertheless, you couldn't help but view him differently from that moment on. He had captured your heart, and there was no denying it.

Wrecker

“Hey, I got ya something.”

You looked up to the sound of Wrecker’s voice as he approached you and sure enough, he had both hands full of what seemed to be a delicious delicacy on this backwater planet.

Wrecker usually got you something when you guys travelled around and the more he did it, the more your heart started to beat a little quicker in his company. At first you thought it was simply a friendly thing - a nice gesture from a friend - but you had noticed he didn’t do it for his brothers and only sometimes for Omega. It actually made you feel quite special.

Truthfully you were unsure of the reasonings behind his gestures but a part of you started to hope that it was more than just a friendly thing.

“Are ya gonna take it?” He spoke and you blush hard as you realised you had just been sat starting up at him with the dreamiest stare: because after all, he was very easy on the eye too.

“Oh, thanks.” You smile, taking the food from him and watch as he happily struts off leaving you a little confused to what your feelings now were.

Tech

You didn’t mean for it to happen, you didn’t mean to get so attached that your heart sped up a little bit more every time you were in his proximity but it did.

Tech had always been a good friend, always someone who had to have a say in something even if it didn’t involve him but always someone who gave sound advice. Over time, you became closer until you started to feel that fluttering in your chest whenever he looked your way.

You knew that feeling all too well and so you decided to distance yourself just a tad, swearing to not get too attached but it was far too late.

Your feelings grew and you harboured a strong longing for him but when you saw him with Phee, your heart shattered just a tad. At first you had just thought it was a one-sided attraction but then you saw the way he smiled at her. Heartfelt and warm.

You just knew that he would never smile at you the same way.

So, with every strength you could muster up you sat back, and kept your feelings locked in tight. He deserves to be happy.

Crosshair

It was too late.

Too late to say how much he meant to you and how much you wanted to be with him.

After reprimanding yourself for feeling a type of way towards the Marksman, you couldn’t hold it in anymore and you had to tell him how he made you feel, how your heart raced when he showed you his cocky smile or simple kindness of telling you ‘good job’ after a mission. You didn’t want to get distracted by him, always wanting to remain professional but he was impossible to resist.

But that day on Kaller brought everything to a halt. He was cold towards you, something he never was. Well, in a sense.

But when the Order came through it was like something shifted within him entirely. With his brothers refusing the order, going against him, you felt like the day would end in heartbreak. And it did.

He shot at you. A man who you saw as a colleague, a friend, and perhaps a lover shot at you.

You begged him to stop, to put down his weapon but he didn’t.

It was too late to tell him you loved him, and too late to save him.

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hello~🩷 can i request a skz reaction where reader is taller than hyunjin and gets nervous when they try to pick them up? please and thank you🙏🏽

Hellooo 💜 I got you! Thank you for your request :))) I hope these are what you hoped for, alas, ily. 🫶 Also thank you for your patience! Also, did you mean like reactions for each skz member or just for Hyunjin? cause I did all 😅 Hope you don't mind either way!

Tall GN! Reader X SKZ

Warnings: height insecurities, petname usage, injury mentions (sorry, lmao, I wanted to have a variety in why they were trying to lift you.)

Note: Before y’all read this, I’m pretty sure you can tell, but I’m short so if anything is wrong or offensive/ sounds offensive, I’M SORRY! I promise, I did NOT intend to sound offensive so PLEASE let me know!!! As always, if no one told you today, ily. 🫶

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Chan

It had been months since he'd last seen you and when he saw you, he couldn't contain his excitement.

He ran to you and wrapped his arms around you, lifting you to a height that you weren't comfortable with.

“Hey, please put me down!” You were already taller than Hyunjin— standing, but being lifted in the air? That brought on an onslaught of insecurities that you were trying to keep at bay.

Chan quickly set you down, “I'm sorry! I just missed you, are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

He was worried he overstepped a boundary. You looked around, seeing it was just the two of you. “No, I just don't want to be in the air when I'm already tall.”

You weren't sure how to voice your feelings, but Chan always knew how to piece the missing parts in.

“Love, your height is perfect. No need to feel bad about it.” He tried to cheer you up, not wanting you to be insecure.

Lee Know

“Woah! No!” You nervously shouted as your feet left the ground once Minho’s arms had strongly wrapped around your waist.

He was quick to stop trying to lift you in the air. He didn't mean anything by it, only wanting to have his arms around you in some way.

“Sorry.” He quickly apologized, his arms still around you, but loosening.

You took a deep breath to calm your nerves, “it's okay.”

Minho was quiet for a moment, trying to think of a way to make the situation less awkward. He removed his arms from your waist and suggested the first thing that came to his mind; a movie night.

You accepted, also seeking a way to ease the awkwardness of what just happened. “Sure.”

Minho even let you pick the movie, no arguments or judgement, he was just happy that you weren't upset by how he lifted you in the air moments ago.

Changbin

“Can I lift you?” Changbin asked. It was very out of the blue and unprovoked as you were both coexisting in each other’s company.

“Why?” You sounded more nervous than you intended to show. You were taller than him— by a lot.

You were even taller than Hyunjin. The last thing you wanted to do was be taller than you were now.

“Just for fun.” Changbin answered. Judging by his expression and tone, you didn't think he had any malicious intent.

You were still nervous, though. And it didn't make you feel any less nervous knowing it would be your boyfriend that would being lifting you.

But thankfully, no one was around. Because of that, you gave in. “Sure.”

“If you want me to stop or if you change your mind, tell me.” Changbin sweetly reminded you that it was okay to say no or change your mind.

You felt safer and more sure about letting him lift you, even just this once.

You were lifted in the air for about five seconds before you tapped out, which Changbin stood true to his word and put you down immediately.

Hyunjin

Hyunjin loved your height. You understood what it was like to be as tall— or taller than him.

“How tall would both of us be if I lifted you?” Hyunjin asked out of curiosity.

“Can you lift me?” You asked, challenging him almost. Deep down, you were nervous he would try to actually lift you.

Hyunjin thought for a moment as if contemplating whether he should try.

“Want to find out?” He asked, moving closer to you. The nerves inside of you bubbled up and you stopped him before he could attempt to put his arms around you.

“How about we just look up a height calculator?” You suggested. Hyunjin sensed your nervousness and left it as that, understanding why and not wanting to force you into letting him lift you.

“Alright. Yeah, if Google has one.” Hyunjin pulled out his phone, and searched one up for you both.

Han

You sprained your ankle after missing a step down a set of stairs when you were on a date with Jisung.

“Are you okay? Can you move it?” Jisung asked, panicking on your behalf. He acted as if he was the one with a sprained ankle.

“I can… Agh!” You were holding your ankle, wincing from the pain. Jisung looked down the road and checked his phone, looking something up.

“On my back! There's a hospital nearby!” Jisung bent down for you to piggy back off of him. You were hesitant, nervous that your height would be too much for him.

“No, I—”

“No time to argue! You're in pain! On my back!” He pat his back, leaving no room for arguments.

You reluctantly got on his back as he slowly and carefully lifted you.

“I can walk, you know.” You mumbled, but Jisung wasn't listening. He had one goal and one goal only; getting you to the hospital.

Felix

It was one of those times you and the guys were hanging out. You and Felix were inseparable, as per usual.

You were all playing a game together and so far, you were winning. Felix was proud to be your partner, knowing you were bound to get the win.

And you did, causing Felix to triumph over the win. You grinned happily at the others, who accepted their losses.

“I knew you could do it!” Felix gloated, wrapped his arms around you. As you felt your feet lift off of the ground, you quickly pulled yourself away from him and planted your feet back on the ground.

Felix’ expression turned into that of concern, wondering why you seemed uncomfortable.

“Are you okay, darling?” He asked. You noticed the others were watching and you felt even more nervous.

“I'm fine, just,” you lowered your voice, not wanting the others to hear, “please don't lift me.”

Seungmin

It was a few days after you broke your leg, confined to your bed or crutches until you could get the cast off.

Seungmin was there for you when you broke your leg, he was there for you in the hospital, and he was there for you everyday to check on you.

“Don't try to stand! If you need anything, I will get it for you.” Seungmin said sternly, rushing to your side and gently pushing you back onto your bed, careful not to hurt you.

“But—”

“Nope, what do you need? Water? Are you hungry? Bored?” Seungmin asked, prepared to get anything you asked for.

“Bathroom.” You sheepishly answered, knowing you shouldn't feel embarrassed but did anyway.

Seungmin nodded, “okay. I'll carry you.”

He put one are under your knees and the other securely around your back. You immediately got nervous and shook your head.

“No, no, stop! Don't,” you paused, seeing the confusion and concern on his face. “Please, don't lift me…”

Seungmin removed his arms and nodded, not wanting to make you uncomfortable in anyway.

“Okay.” He reached for your crutches and held them steady for you until you managed to stand up from the bed yourself, still towering over him even slightly hunched over.

“Let me spot you on the way there?”

This, you were fine with.

I.N

“What if I picked you up?” Jeongin suggested, see as neither of you could reach the back of the highest shelf for the snacks that had gotten pushed back.

“What if you don't?” You gave him a quick grin before trying to reach them again, attempting to use your height to your advantage.

“Maybe I can help you reach them if—”

“Jeongin, no.” You cut him off, grunting as you still struggled. You even started to consider letting him lift you, even if it would only help your fingers graze the package.

“Fine.” You sighed, growing more nervous now that you've granted him permission to lift you.

“seriously?” Jeongin hesitated, waiting for a confirmation that you're allowing him.

You didn't speak for a second, thinking it over.

“… Seriously. Go ahead.” You muttered, sticking your arm to the top shelf. Jeongin came behind you and wrapped his arms around you, lifting you slightly— just enough for you to grasp the package of snacks you two were craving, and pulled them down with you as Jeongin let go of you.

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