#First request though yayy

[sleekswosobession]

BEACH!

barça femeni x teen!reader

request: here

A/N: i have cricket training today :( and my family decided to act like we were in an episode of the kardashians yesterday

TW: Coarse Language

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Today was going to be a fun day, the team were going to the beach for a couple days. Because… well why not? I’ve always loved the beach so when I was asked if I wanted to come, there is no other answer other than yes.

I look out to the white sandy beach, it’s so inviting and immediately run over with my stuff. Alexia, Marta and Irene do most of the carrying but some of the older girls carry some things as well. Not me though.

I place my items on the ground and take the time to actually look around. We’re in a cove, it’s pretty secluded, there’s a beach house we’re staying in for the next few days and it’s pretty big considering we all have to stay in it. We agreed that us younger girls could go straight to the beach while the older girls do all the other boring stuff.

Jana jumps on my back and I stumble forward into the ground beneath me.

“Janaaaa” I whine.

“Whattt.” She mocks me.

“This place is GORGEOUS.” She remarks looking around at the cliffs, crystal clear water and slight rainforest.

“I know right, so many fun things to do. What first?” I ask, her eyes light up.

“We should swim and find any cool areas that we can hide away from overbearing people.” She smirks.

“That’s a great idea, let’s go!” I run into the water, feeling the cool liquid against the heat of summer I felt before. I dive in when just deep enough, Jana is behind me. Patri and Pina are chasing each other on the shore as Bruna and Salma film them.

I swim to the edge of the cove where the cliffs are and after some swimming I come across a cave system.

“Jana! Look, a cave!” She swims over and looks at the small cave, it’s enough to fit a couple people and has a little beach, just out of sight from the main shore.

“Woah, we could have like a campfire here at night.”

“You think Alexia would let us leave? No chance Jana.” She sighs.

“There’s a thing called sneaking out and we both know she goes to sleep at like 10pm.” I stare at her with a blank expression.

“Ok, let’s go back now. I saw JetSkis and want to ride one. We probably need ‘adult supervision’ though.” She nods her head and we make our way back to shore.

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“Where were you two?” Ingrid says as Jana and I walk up and out of the water.

“Swimming.” I say, she looks disappointed.

“Maybe stay where we can see you so Alexia doesn’t freak out. You’re lucky she’s keeping occupied with her own stuff.” She shakes her head.

“Sorry Ingrid.” Jana says but the Norwegian just smiles.

“It’s ok, I just don’t want to feel the wrath of Alexia come down on me or anyone.” I nod in understanding then Mapi walks out of the house in her own bikini. I notice Ingrid’s gaze on her.

“You guys make me sick.” I make a gagging noise and turn away.

“You will learn one day nena.” Mapi wraps her arm around me.

“I hope not. Anyways, could we go on one of those JetSkis? Pleaseeee.” I ask and she immediately agrees.

“Yayy, vamosss!” Jana goes to speak with Bruna as Mapi and I walk over to where the 2 water mobiles are parked.

“Ok so am I driving or are you?” She asks.

“Could I?” She nods.

“I’ll teach you, get on and let’s do this thing.” She instructs me to get on and turn the JetSki on. She then says to initially take it slow because going to fast straight away will make the vehicle unstable. I do as told and slowly get faster.

“This is fun!” I say, as waves crash over the top of us.

“You’ve got it nena! Now you can go a little faster if you leave this cove, are you ok with that?” I eagerly nod my head and speed up to where there’s more water and less land.

We drive pretty fast as we crash into different waves and water splashes all over us, it’s really such a euphoric experience.

As the fuel starts running low, Mapi guides me back to where we are needed, the sun has started to set by now and everyone is chilling either in the water, on the beach or on the beach house patio.

We make our way up the shore and I’m exhausted, people are very right when they say JetSkiing is tiring. I plonk on the ground next to Keira and place my head against her shoulder.

“Bit tired are ya?” She says laughing slightly.

“Damn JetSkis man, so tiring.” I grumble.

“Well, I heard dinner will be soon. Not sure who’s making it since we’re all here but who knows.” She pats my leg and Lucy walks over.

“Hey kid, wanna play volleyball? We don’t have enough players on our team and I have selected you.” Suddenly feeling a burst of energy, I nod and follow her.

On our team is Salma, Ona, Lucy, Frido and I. On the other side is Patri, Claudia, Jana, Esmee and Cata. Bruna has made herself the referee.

“Lucy I’m not sure why you chose me because I’ve never played volleyball in my life.”

“Doesn’t your school offer it?” She questions.

“Just because my school offers it does not mean I do it. It clashes with tennis season!” Even though I play football, tennis has also been a big part of my life and I still play competitively.

“Well kid, use that hand eye coordination with your arms and you’ll be right.” I nod and get ready.

It’s a pretty nice game, it’s close but our team is winning, everything is going smoothly until Cata hits a ball too hard and heads straight for my nose. I fall back.

“Ow.” I whimper and feel liquid run down my face.

“Shit!” Lucy whispers.

“You alright kid? Move your hand away from your nose.” I nod half-heartedly and remove my hands.

“Oof, Alexia’s gonna freak!” As her name is said, she magically appears out of nowhere and leans down narrowing her eyes.

“Come on, you’re not playing anymore.” I open my mouth to argue but she shuts it down.

“Bye guys! By losers!” I shout to the other team who look slightly off-put.

Alexia takes me inside making sure I’ve got all the sand off before. She leads me to a bathroom and gets a first aid kit.

“Not broken but I will ice it for now. Ok?” I nod, knowing not to mess or argue with her.

After she wipes my face and clears the area, she takes a small ice pack and places it against my nose, taping it down.

“No more volleyball for today, come sit with me and the others and we can talk about anything you like. I think dinner is ready anyways.” I smile.

“Ok, thanks Ale.”

“Anytime.” She kisses my forehead. “Ready to go?” She takes my hand and we go out where food is set on the table and the others have came back from where they were.

The dinner is chaotic, nothing unusual for the girls. It’s a homely feeling to be here with each one of them. Mapi nudges me gently and slides over a small glass of wine.

“Drink. I say it’s a great day to get you to try it, have some fun nena. I spoke to Ale and she’s fine because it’s under supervision even if you and I both know it isn’t your first.” I blush and nod taking it.

“Thanks Maps.” She nods patting my back and I take a sip. It doesn’t taste bad. Mapi smirks and cheers go down the table.

This team and life is everything one could ask for.

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[fayesia]

Hello, I hope this doesn't bother you but I had an idea for mike schmidt. Imagine him and the reader are fighting and the reader leaves him. Ever since the reader left him he starts to loose his mind cause he needs the reader to function. Abby notices her brother's situation so she makes it her mission to get him and the reader back together.

Short and Sweet — mike schmidt x reader

a/n: Hiii ofc u r not bothering me! Thank you for the request, congrats you’re the first one so i’m very much appreciative!!! I hope i did justice to your idea, again i’m kind of new to all of this but hopefully you like it :D

“god your so selfish do you even think before you act!!”

You can feel the eyes of people passing by as they return to their cars and pack away their shopping. Except you don’t care, not when this is the third time Mike has forgotten to pick Abby up from school.

“come on at least say something!”

“GODDAMNIT, i’m sorry ok!!”

“well sorry’s not enough Mike! Because when i get home from work and she comes running into my arms having already had a bad day at school it’s on you for making it worse” you exclaim back to him slamming the car door shut.

He does the same, quickly started the engine and driving with rough movements.

“oh yeah, now what? you’re gonna get us both in a car crash, leave your sister alone again-“

“oh my god ENOUGH OK shut up!!”

You fumble with your fingers looking out the window, not in sadness or fear but rather an immense amount of anger. You knew that your emotions would take over your response and you were not going to cry in front of Mike as if what he said effected you.

He parks in the driveway, opens the trunk to collect the groceries and rushes through the front door. You follow after him entering the bedroom and collecting all your things from the closet and bathroom. carrying your duffel bag, you make your way retrieving any items left around the house. Your wallet, keys, shoes and a picture of you and abby are collected as you leave back outside to your car parked across the road.

Sitting down in the drivers seat you stare blankly ahead slowly lowering your head to rest against the steering wheel, soft crys quickly turning into loud sobs that rack through your body. They continue until you reach your apartment, gloomily walking into the place you haven’t been in for months, having spent most days of the week at Mikes house. This place doesn’t feel homely like his though, rather it’s cold and depressing reflecting how you felt right now, which really wasn’t helping.

You’re pulled away from these thoughts as your phone starts ringing. ‘Abby bear’ flashes on your screen as you clear your throat to remove any hints of you crying.

“Hi Abby what’s up?”

“why did you leave” her shaky voice almost has you in tears again.

“what did mike say honey? i’m not leaving forever i just needed to get some stuff from my place”

“he said you were gonna be gone for awhile but would come back. I think he’s lying though his eyes are all red like he’s been crying and he hasn’t moved from your spot on the couch”.

As you listen to her soft voice explain all of this more tears drop down to your chin.

“i’m sorry abby i just think we need a break from each other i don’t know for how long but its something that needed to happen sooner rather than later. I promise i’ll come by and visit you soon, maybe Friday for this weeks movie night?”

“Yayy ok sounds good”

“i have to go now sweetie but make sure you finish all your homework and then you can relax”

“ok byee y/n love u”

“bye abby bear i love you too”

ending the call, you’re left with a gut wrenching feeling spending the rest of the evening crying yourself to sleep on the couch. pitiful? maybe. but you really needed this and now was the right time.

While you spent hours sleeping the pain away, Mike was basically doing the same thing. Abby walked up to him handing him a tub of ice cream “i heard from a movie that eating ice cream makes you less sad after a breakup”

“that’s not true Abby”

her face drops a little at this, Mike quickly trying to cover up his mistake.

“but thank you, why don’t we both eat ice cream and watch a movie”

“ok!!” she settles herself next to him, cuddling into his side with blankets strewn across their laps.

Abby was not very knowledgeable about breakups, only being ten years old herself, and the most she experienced in the romance department was having a crush on the fastest runner in her class.

She did know however that the way Mike was acting was not healthy for him. He spent hours on the couch or in bed, barely eating and if he wasn’t doing that then he would be at work or picking Abby up from school, sometimes they would go and get frozen yogurt which Abby loved the most. She just wished you were there with them like before, when the three of you would go together and spend hours having fun at park.

Abby knew she had to do something, anything she could to get things back to the way they were and she knew just the way to do that.

It had been a week since the break up and neither you or mike seemed to be doing to well in Abby’s opinion but she had a plan set up and tonight she was putting it into action.

Mike received a message from you, his eyes widening as he read, “meet at the park 6pm” a short and simple text. Effective too with the way Mike jumped up running to the closet to pull out his nicest shirt and trousers, and then to the bathroom to shower and prepare him for the night to come.

Abby giggled to herself as she heard the commotion from her brother, taking his phone she started phase two of the plan.

‘bzzz’ you flayed your arm around in an attempt to grab your phone, a yelp coming from your throat as you read the message on the screen. A singular sentence from Mike that read, “meet at the park 6pm”. You expected to read more but that seemed to be it. Short and sweet. You layed out a simple long sleeve top and your favourite pair of jeans, readying yourself for an everything shower.

Soon it was 5:55 and both you and Mike climbed up opposite ends of the hill to the park situated right at the top. There in the middle was a bench and that bench was surrounded by rose petals, with a rose bouquet in the middle, and the bench itself was surrounded by mini lights illuminating the area with a gentle yellow tone similar to the sky’s as the sun set. All of this of course was done courtesy of Abby and you were quick to realise when mikes face was filled with shock when stumbling over one of the yellow lamps, it was clear he was not the one who had set this up. However that didn’t matter to you, the feeling of being swept off your feet into Mikes arms instead was all you were thinking about. He pulled you close to his chest whispering how sorry he was over and over again into your hair as your head rested against his chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat. You silently basked in the feeling of his comfort you dearly missed for that lonesome week the two of you spent apart, not quite ready yet to utter the words ‘i forgive you’ and he knew that after all the hateful words he’d said.

Instead you both sat together on the bench looking out at the setting sun, content with each other presence and no words. As nightfall was falling upon the park Mike grabbed your hand “gotta get back now, Abby will be waiting” he brushed your hand with his thumb for awhile almost hesitant to say something as you waited patiently. “do you want to come?” you break out into a smile, “of course, i always want to go with you”, you reply already dragging him by the arm to the directions of his house.

His house which you knew inside had a very nervous ten year old girl who would see you both walk through the door holding hands and celebrate the most out of all of you.

~unedited~

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[querenciasturniolo]

Yayy!!! Congrats on the new job! <3

Could i maybe request a first kiss with chris, please? Like maybe him and reader were all always flirty towards each other and then something finally happens

first ⮕ c.s.

word count: 431

warnings: swearing, kissing

summary: request

a/n: thank you so much !!! 💓 i hope you enjoy !! another SHORT one, but that’s okay. i had fun writing it bc this idea is super sweet, i love soft chris

everything written is completely fictional. the people i write for are written with characteristics and mannerisms that i made for them, this is in no way depicting what would actually happen in real life.

“Oh my God, shut up. You’re the worst.” You whined, covering your face with your hands. Chris laughed from beside you, his arm wrapped around your shoulders as the movie played forgotten in front of the two of you.

“I don’t know what you want me to say, dude. You’re the one that did it.” He said. You peaked an eye through your fingers, looking over to see him still grinning down at you.

You sighed and put your hands down, dropping your head back against his arm. “That doesn’t mean you have to rub my embarrassing moments in my face, I’d like to forget them if you don’t mind.” You turned your head slightly, still leaning back on his arm but no you were looking into his eyes.

There was something in them that you couldn’t quite place, his smile slowly fading as his eyes searched yours. It felt as though a swarm of butterflies had made themselves at home in your stomach, Chris taking a shaky breath in as his eyes flickered to your lips.

“Can I try something?” He asked, his eyes meeting yours once again. Your heart was racing and your skin was flushed, but you nodded anyway. It wasn’t until his lips were centimeters away from yours that you processed what was happening, a shaky gasp leaving you as he connected your lips.

The kiss was soft and tentative, your heartbeat pounding in your ears as you lifted your head off of his arm and hesitantly rested your hand on his jaw. You sighed the moment he pulled away, your eyes fluttering open to meet his.

His cheeks were flushed red, his skin illuminated by the dim blue light of the TV, but he’d never looked more beautiful to you. “T-That was new.” You said, your voice barely a whisper.

“I’m sorry.” He said immediately, pulling his arm out from behind you and scooting back to put some space between the two of you, his head down. “I wasn’t thinking, I’m sorry.” He repeated. You shook your head, pushing yourself forward to get rid of the space he’d put between the two of you.

“Don’t be sorry, not for that.” You whispered, Chris finally looking back up at you. You smiled reassuringly, leaning in and pressing a kiss to his cheek. “It was more than alright, honest.” You said, the corners of his mouth tilting up in a shy smile.

“Okay.” He said, his eyes flickering down to your lips once more. You grinned and shook your head, leaning forward and pressing your lips to his.

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[tiredmamaissy]

Hiiiii - just wanted to say I love love love your writing 💗💗 and i have a req but idk if you’re still taking requests if you are yayy!! if not bloop 😪 Anyways you could make this multiple parts if you wanted to build on the storyline more but could you do a Neteyam or Aonung (I cant decide - both extremely beautiful in their own way) x reader. Maybe where Neteyam and y/n have always been close and like eachother but haven’t made it official or clear they want to be mates. All the other girls in the village desperately want Neteyam for themselves (obvi) and a few of them heavily flirt with him in which he is oblivious to making y/n jealous. So she plays hard to get and makes him jealous with Aonung or something. Idk but it can end in some FILTHY smut and then fluff 🤭🤭🤭 ok that’s my req. Thank you and keep up the amazing work!!!😁😁😁❤️

Eyes for You

🔞 minors, do not interact 🔞

Characters: Neteyam Sully (20) x Metkayina reader y/n (19) x Ao’nung (20)

Warnings: nsfw, heavy smut, fluff, first-time, foreplay, oral sex, rut cycle, jealous/protective Neteyam, consent king neteyam, profanity Word count: 6.5k (sorry y’all, I have a problem with overwriting.)

Authors note: I tried to write this while I was experiencing some writers block + burn out, so this honestly isn’t my best work. Regardless, I hope this is okay, anon, and enjoy <3. Also, I’m feeling really inspired to write something that is unrequested. I’ll be temporarily closing my requests to that I can work through my list of requests thus far (even the ones sent in before this post went up), to the best of my abilities :)

Tags: @jakexneytiri (first part is the bow scene you requested)

Synopsis: You and Neteyam like each other but haven’t made it official. You’re promised to Ao’nung even though you don’t like him in that way. You see Neteyam with another girl, and flirt with Ao’nung to get back at him. Neteyam intervenes and makes you his.

Intro: There isn’t a single girl in the village of Awa’atlu that doesn’t have a strong liking towards Neteyam. This includes you. As soon as Neteyam approached the shore with his hands out in the air, he caught your eye. You came out from behind your promised mate, Ao’nung, and examined the na’vi thoroughly. His tail was thin, just like the rest of his body, and he had darker skin with golden eyes. It was a beautiful sight, and he seemed to think so too, as his face lit up immediately when he first laid eyes on you. Since then, you guys spend most of your time together, as you teach him and his siblings everything they need to know about the reef people. He has even been teaching you his ways too, riding his ikran and learning how to use a bow and arrow. In the silent moments where it’s just you two, the tension is unspoken, and off the charts.

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“Hold here, tighter.” He taps your elbow and repositions your grip on the taut string.

He���s so close behind you that you can feel his soft breaths on your shoulder. Each warm, pant that blows against your skin makes your bioluminescence glow, and your ears perk up. You simply can’t deny the way he makes you feel. You glance at him quickly, catching the sight of his serious gaze. You hold the string of the bow tighter and adjust your elbow.

“I can hear your heartbeat.” He whispers next to your ear. “Relax a bit, y/n.” He slides hand down the side of your waist, fixing your stance.

“Likewise.” You whisper back, hearing his heart thumping, too.

He leans into your shoulder, his braids barely brushing against your skin, and loosens your grip on your bow. How could you relax when he’s doing this to you? Does he even know what he’s doing? You turn to look at him, searching for any hint of innocence in his eyes.

He pulls back slightly, looking deeply into your eyes. “You know, it helps if you focus on the target, y/n.” he breathes, placing the tip of his index finger under your chin, using it to turn your head towards the target. It feels like your stomach is fluttering, all from his simple touch. You swallow your spit.

He must know what he’s doing, right?

 You snap your head back to him, to see him smiling at you, glancing down at your lips. Those flutters in your stomach make their way up to your chest, quickening your heartbeat even more. His smile slowly disappears the more his heavy eyes stare at your lips, and you find yourself staring at his, too. Maybe it’s in your head, but it feels like the distance between you two is shrinking.

 You feel his breath on your cheek now, causing your gaze to drop to your feet, and then shoot back up at the target. You clear your throat and reposition your arms. His hand lets go of your waist when he fixes his stance, slightly backing away from you.

He clears his throat, too. “Erm – good.” He looks at the target. “Now, release” he whispers, tapping his finger against your elbow again.

Your arrow completely misses the target. You laugh together, making eye contact again – only to drop your smiles when you feel the tension budding in the air.

“Good try, y/n.” he smiles again, brushing your upper back.

“Thanks, but I’m pretty sure we both saw it miss the target completely.” You laugh, covering your mouth.

He faces turns serious and takes your hand off your face. “You know I don’t like it when you cover your face when you laugh.” He says, his cheeks turning a faint shade of pink.

You can’t help but smile and stare at him, feeling the warmth in your chest spread throughout your body. “We should go back before our parents get upset.” You whisper, focusing on his lips.

He focuses on your lips, too. “We should. Dad might actually skin me.”

You look down from his lips, landing your stare on his bare, muscular chest. “Well, mine’ll skin you, too if you don’t get me back before the eclipse.” You laugh, using your hands to nudge him towards his ikran.

Though his body moves, his eyes remain locked onto your face.

“...and so would Ao’nung.” You tease, knowing that he hates hearing the name.

He rolls his eyes and walks swiftly to his resting ikran. “Get on, mermaid.”

You giggle, grabbing his hand and hopping on his ikran, seating yourself in front of him. After bonding with his banshee, he takes off, soaring quickly through the air. It’s almost like what happened ten minutes ago happens all over again, with his loud, hot breath on your shoulders, and his hand brushing against your waist – holding onto his ikran.

His warm chest presses lightly against your back, as he steadies his ikran that makes a sharp turn towards the shore. Your heartbeat speeds up. It never used to feel this way – this intense. Sure, being close to him made you nervous, but never this nervous. The flutters in your stomach turn into knots, and it’s almost like he could sense it.

“You okay?” he asks quietly, leaning into your shoulder.

“Yeah. Why?” you ask breathlessly.

“Your heartbeat. It is fast again.” He states, sounding a little worried.

“Oh, that.” you gulp quietly, “I guess I’m just a little motion sick”. You lie, looking down at your hands gripping the seat beneath you.

Immediately the ikran slows down, stabilizing itself even more. His free hand slides over your waist, onto the flat of your belly, and pushes you back into him.

“I’m sorry. Just relax and breathe, you’ll feel better soon.” He whispers into your ear, brushing his cheek against your hair. “Close your eyes.”

You melt into him and allow your heavy eyes to rest. The rest of the flight home is silent and so, so comfortable, that you don’t even realize that you’ve fallen asleep. You wake up to the eclipse occurring, looking down at the glowing arms wrapped around your waist. Not only are you snuggled into his chest, but he is also leaning into you, too.  

You take a sharp breath and sit up quickly, looking around you to see exactly where you are. You’ve landed in the sand, right outside of your marui pod. You turn around to see his glowing amber eyes watching you, with a serious expression on his face, as if he were trying to restrain himself in some way.

“Hi.” You smile, trying to lighten the mood. “Sorry I fell asleep; you should’ve woken me up.”

“I did not want to disturb you. You looked...” the corners of his lips slightly curl upwards, “comfortable.” He lies, realizing it would be creepy to say that ‘you look beautiful even when you’re sleeping’.   

The sound of your father’s voice breaks the growing tension.

“Y/n. I told you to come back before eclipse!” Your father shoots Neteyam a deadly look, storming towards you. Just as you’re about to explain, Neteyam speaks up for you.

“We got here before eclipse, sir. She felt sick and fell asleep. I didn’t want to wake her. I take full responsibility. I’m sorry, sir.” He bows his head at the chief warrior.

Your father shakes his head and comes to help you down his ikran. He drags you back home and you look back at Neteyam, who is waving goodbye to you, pursing his lips.

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“You know I do not like you hanging out with that forest boy. You are promised to the son of Olo’eyktan, Ao’nung. Do not bring shame to this family.” Your father scolds you, resting his hand on your shoulder.

You shrug him off and walk away to the Marui pod. “You know I do not want Ao’nung, father. I don’t like him in that way.” You turn around, fuelled with anger. “Why must you force me?” you look at him through teary eyes.  

“Not another word, daughter.” He says sternly, looking you directly in the eye.

You leave and go to bed, crying yourself to sleep.

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“This will be your second rut without a mate, Neteyam.” Neytiri states firmly. “Why must you refuse all the beautiful girls that offer themselves to you? I will not continue to see my son suffer.”

“Mother.” He looks at his feet. “I don’t want anyone but y/n. I thought I made this clear. I will continue to spend my ruts alone until she is ready.” Neteyam argues, shaking his head. “I don’t care how painful they become.”

“I will be speaking to your father about your betrothment with Tsireya.” She spits, getting up to find Jake.

“Mother! Please.” Neteyam snaps, standing up behind her.

“Agh!” she grabs at the air in front of his eyes, causing him to jerk his head back. “It is final.”

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You disconnect your queue from your ilu and make your way back to the shore. You enjoy your early morning swims, as the water is usually still warm by this time. You see Ao’nung standing at the shore, his hands crossed over his chest, peering at you through his brows (or what would be brows, lol). Ao’nung smirks as you walk on the shore in his direction.

He makes his way over to you, extending his hands outwards, as if he were asking for a hug. “My beautiful mate. I love watching you come out of the water.”

You look down at your feet as you walk past him, trying to avoid eye contact. “Thank you, Ao’nung, but we are not mated.” You mutter.

Ao’nung shouts after you as you walk away. “Agh. I know, I know. We will be soon, my love. No need to be so short with me!”

He knows that you don’t feel the same way about him, yet he continues his feeble attempts at winning your heart daily. Your heart has already chosen Neteyam, and has no space left for Ao’nung, no matter how handsome he may be. You walk up to the grassy part of the mangroves, lifting your head up to see a sight you wish you didn’t.

Neteyam is in front of you, leaning against the large roots of the mangroves, talking to Tsireya, the Olo’eyktan’s daughter. Her beauty is stunning – absolutely breath taking. You could see that he feels this way too just from the way he gazes down at her with the biggest smile on his face. She, too, is smiling with him, brushing against his bicep with her hand.

Jealousy consumes you. The feeling is like a spear to the heart – deep and painful. The pain radiates off your chest, up to your face, reddening it as your eyes sting, pooling with tears. You stand there, frozen in time, just taking in the sight before you. Neteyam laughs, and shakes his head, as if he were telling her ‘no’ to something.

He catches a glimpse of you in his peripheral vision, and does a double take, looking directly at you. When his gaze meets yours and he realizes that your eyes are glossy from tears, his smile falls off his face. You look away, and turn around quickly, hoping that he didn’t see your tearful eyes. You walk hastily back to Ao’nung, with the image of him laughing with the prettiest girl in the village replaying in your head.

“Hey, pretty.” Ao’nung says huskily.

You force a smile on your face. “Sorry if I came off as rude a while ago. I’m not feeling great.” You lie.

He takes a few steps towards you, with concern written all over his face. “What is wrong?”

You didn’t want to tell him the truth – that you were feeling jealous about his sister of all people. “I’m just sore. The water was rough this morning.” You look up at him, meeting his blue-eyed gaze, seeing that he looks worried. “It’s just my back. I’m alright. Really.” You smile at him, thanking him silently for being so concerned.

Unbeknownst to you, Neteyam had made his way over to you the moment he laid eyes on you. He stood at the grassy area by the mangroves, watching the interaction between you and your fated mate intently. Ao’nung inches closer to your face and rests his hand on your waist.  

“Crying over a sore back? It must be bad.” He moves swiftly behind you. “You do know my mother is Tsahik, yes? She has taught me quite a bit.” He places his other hand on your upper back. “Where does it hurt the most?”

You feel uncomfortable with his touches and turn around to face him, pulling away from his advances. You see Neteyam in your peripheral vision, seething from jealousy and anger, watching the two of you closely. (side eye, lol)

Is he jealous?

The thought of you making him jealous, too, makes you feel better, as bad as it sounds. You work with the situation, flipping it to your advantage. You focus back on Ao’nung, and smile at him.

“Thank you, Ao’nung.” You rub his bicep, sending Neteyam over the edge. “But I’m really alright.”

Ao’nung arches a brow and looks down at your hand rubbing his bicep. He looks up back up at you and grins, wrapping his hand around your waist. “Took you long enough to come around, my mate.” He pulls you into him, leaning in, staring at your lips.

Its only now dawning on you what you just got yourself into. You feel uncomfortable – on edge. You feel like running away, but you’re frozen, watching him inch in closer to you. Neteyam watches you two get closer, feeling pangs of pain in his chest. He really didn’t think you would choose him, even if you guys were promised to each other. He always knew deep down that there was something between the two of you, it just wasn’t official.

But he couldn’t stop you. He would never come between you and what you want. All he can do is accept it for what it is, no matter how much anger he’s feeling. If you choose Ao’nung, then so be it. His only concern is your happiness, and for it to be your choice. He drops his gaze to his feet, not being able to stand the sight.

It feels wrong, very wrong. You didn’t want this. You didn’t want Ao’nung, you want Neteyam. You break eye contact with Ao’nung, and finally put your hands against his chest, pushing him away from you.

“Wait, Ao’nung. I’m sorry. I, I-” You stutter, turning your head to avoid his gaze and lips. “I’m still not ready, yet.” Neteyam hears this, and his ears perk up as his head snaps back to you.

“Don’t back out on me now, pretty girl.” He cups your cheek and pulls your face in his line of sight.

“Stop, Ao’nung.” You pull your face out of his hand and take a step back, as your eyes start to well up with tears again.

“Y/n. You are promised to me.” Ao’nung says sternly. “How long are you going to take? My rut is coming soon.” He pulls you back into him by your waist, causing you to fall into his chest.

Neteyam doesn’t waste another second and rushes in, braids swinging in his face, and pushes Ao’nung away from you. “You heard what she said.” He growls, towering over Ao’nung.

You hide behind Neteyam, backing away from them both. They’re face to face, staring each other down, waiting to see who will back down first.

Two sons of Olo’eyktan challenging one another? Over me?

“Leave Neteyam. This does not concern you.” Ao’nung looks him up and down.

“No. Back. Off. Now.” he steps towards him, poking Ao’nung’s chest with his finger.

Ao’nung scoffs, shaking his head. “She is promised to me.” He steps towards him. “Mine.”

You’d never seen Neteyam this angry before. You could see the rage in his body language, he looks like an akula (shark-like animal) ready to strike.

“She is promised to nobody. She chooses who she wants.” He snarls, flashing his fangs.

Ao’nung looks behind Neteyam, directly in your eyes. He squints them, looking from you, to Neteyam, realizing that you both have feelings for each other and the ‘choice’ he speaks of is between him and Neteyam. Ao’nungs face relaxes, knowing this will just end in a fight - a fight that makes no sense. He takes a step back putting his hands in the air.

“Smart choice.” Neteyam growls. He turns around to look at you, his eyes were a deep gold, something you’ve never seen before. He shakes his head, as if he were disappointed in you and grabs you by the hand, leading you towards a hidden cave deep in the roots of the mangroves.

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“What were you thinking?” He asks with his back turned to you, not being able to look you in the face.

“What were you thinking?” You shout back, still upset with him.

He turns around, walking towards you quickly, towering over you now. You look up at him, feeling small and feeble compared to his size.

“What? Don’t think I could’ve taken him?” he scoffs, shaking his head.

“I’m not talking about that, skxwang (idiot). I’m talking about you being all lovey-dovey with his sister.” You see his expression change; his gaze softens, and he pulls back. “Yeah, I saw you.” You cross your arms and turn around.

He laughs, loudly, finally understanding the entire situation. You’re both upset about the same thing.

“What’s so fucking funny?” you mumble, back still turned to him.

“We are upset about the same thing.” He slides his hand down your arm, and holds your hand, pulling you towards him.

You turn around, looking him in the eyes. “What?”

“You are jealous of Tsireya, and I am jealous of Ao’nung. What does that tell you?” he smiles, taking your other hand into his.

You roll your eyes and pull away from him. “I don’t even like Ao’nung, you know this. But Tsireya... She is the prettiest girl in the village, why wouldn’t you want her?”

“Y/n... That is not even true.” he scoffs, knowing you’re the most beautiful girl on pandora, “...and it is not what you think.” He grabs your hand again, pulling you into him. “Tsireya and I were just having a conversation.”

“Oh, yeah? A conversation... with her touching your arm like that? Come on.” You hit his hand away.

“Yes. We were making this stupid situation that we are in into a joke. My parents, they are trying to promise me to her, which is stupid because I already explained to them that I have eyes for someone else. And she – she even confessed to me that she has eyes for Lo’ak. It is really nothing like that.” He shakes his head, backing away to give you the space you want.  

Your glossy eyes peer up at him, searching for the sincerity in his eyes. “Who?” you mutter.

He looks at you, confused. “Who?”

“Who do you have eyes for?” you ask, feeling the same stabbing feeling in your heart.

“Is it not obvious, y/n?” He whispers, stepping towards you. “I only have eyes for you.” he whispers, taking your hands into his.

Hearing these words make your heart flicker in your chest. You can’t help but smile, the swell of your cheeks finally pushing a tear out of your eye.

“I only have eyes for you, too.” You whisper, sliding your hands up his arms.

You knew your father would be upset if he found out what you were about to do, but you didn’t care. Neteyam didn’t care either, it’s time to break the unspoken tension between the two of you. Neteyam leans into you, his gaze fixed on your lips. You find your body responding to him, tilting your head upwards to meet the gaze of the man in front of you.

“Can I kiss you?” Neteyam asks, wrapping his hands around your waist.

“Please.” You breathe, before feeling his lips crash into yours, reeking of desperation.

He kisses you passionately, but in an inexperienced way. His hands are all over your body, trying to touch every inch of you. He backs you up against the rocky wall, and moves his feverish kisses down your neck, to your collarbones. Your hands make their way to his chest, where they slide down to his stomach, feeling every dip of his muscular physique.

“You are so beautiful, y/n.” He mumbles in between kisses, looking up at you with dark amber eyes.

You giggle, feeling shy from his comment. “Why are your eyes different?” you ask, trying to change the topic.

He kisses the bone between your breasts, inhaling your natural scent. “What do you mean?” he mumbles into your chest.

You feel your nipples harden, and shivers run down your back. “Your eyes, they are darker than usual.”

“Oh, sorry.” He pulls back, blinking rapidly, hoping they’ll change back to their original colour. “My rut is coming in a week.” He nestles back into your chest, lingering there, waiting for your consent.

The thought of him in rut, unable to control his insatiable urges, makes your undergarments wet. You nudge his head over to your left breast, while your free hand unties the knot of your top. Both your movements are hurried, eager for each other’s touches. He takes your nipple into his mouth and sucks on it rhythmically, blowing hot breaths through his nostrils onto your breast.

“Mmnh, feels so good.” You moan softly. He bites your nipple gently. “Neteyam!” You gasp, pulling his head even closer into you.

The sound of you moaning his name makes him impatient, sucking even harder at your nipple, flicking it with the tip of his tongue. His big golden eyes stare up at you, like you’re something to be devoured. He unlatches from your nipple and kisses you again, his tongue exploring your mouth and intertwining with your tongue.

He kneads your breast with one hand and uses the other to play with the strap of your loincloth. You could feel his burning desire for you in his movements; he’s ready to take you right here. He shoves his knee between your legs, applying pressure to your cunt. You moan into his mouth and can’t resist humping at his leg.

“Shit.” He groans, applying even more pressure for you to hump at. “I like when you use me like that.”

You laugh between heavy breaths, feeling your slick wet his thigh. He notices, too. “Fuck, you’re that wet already?” he breathes, smiling with raised brows.

He kisses you again, like he can’t get enough of your touch. He kicks your legs open and lifts you up, wrapping your legs around his hips. He’s pinning you against the wall, pushing his pelvis into yours. You feel the imprint of his cock through his loincloth, pressing against your hot, wet slit. It feels so thick, and warm, bulging against you, throbbing for some attention.

The friction against your clit feels amazing, like the heat from your cunt is making its way through the rest of your body in waves. The pressure in your chest builds to the point where you must release it through loud moans, and pants. All you can do is bury your face into the crook of his neck while he pins you to the wall and bucks his hips into you.

“Neteyam... it’s so thick.” You whisper shyly, now smelling his musky scent. “...and you smell so good.”

Neteyam is too busy willing himself to be gentle with his thrusts to listen to what you’re saying. He wants to take you right here, right now – to shove his cock inside of you in one thrust and fuck you carelessly for even looking at Ao’nung.

“Why did you touch Ao’nung like that? You should only be touching me like that.” he thrusts hard against your cunt.

You can feel how stiff his cock is, rutting into your plump cunt like that, eager for some release.

“Yeah? And you should only be touching me like this.” You take his hand and press it firming against your breast.

He kneads your breast and kisses you roughly, breathing hard through his nose. All the tension that has been building since his arrival to your village is finally coming to a head. You grab his face and melt even further into his kiss, squeezing your legs that wrap around his hips, trying to push him harder against you.

He pulls away from the kiss, catching his breath. “Can I taste you here?” he pants, looking down at your sticky pelvises rubbing against each other.

“Ugh... yes, Nete.” You whimper, desperate for your mate’s touches.

He puts you down and starts kissing your neck, making his way down your chest once more. You will yourself to stand on your shaky legs, weak from holding onto him so tightly. He kisses your stomach, paying extra attention to your belly button with his tongue. The sensation is so erotic, feeling him inch his way down to your most vulnerable part. He’s breathing in deeply, trying to savour the scent of your cunt.

He kneels before you, looking up at you with big golden saucers for eyes, fiddling with the straps of your loincloth, asking you silently if he can take it off. You look down at him and nod your head, using your hand to try pull down your undergarments. As soon as he gets your consent, he buries his nose into your hips, and slides his fingers underneath the cloth, slowly pulling it down your legs.

He’s grunting into your soft flesh, kissing your thighs and your plump pussy lips. He gently opens your trembling legs, that struggle to remain standing, and looks up at you while he uses his tongue to part your lips. The flavour of your cunt is so sweet – so enticing, that he closes his eyes to fully immerse himself in the experience of eating you out, swallowing the slick that pools in his cheeks.

Although he is inexperienced, he follows his body’s commands, lapping at the sensitive nub at the top of your slit. He feels your body jolt from pleasure, telling him that he’s just found your sweet spot. He sucks lightly at your clit, opening his mouth and licking you from your hole up to your pearl, engulfing it with his hot mouth. He uses his thumbs to spread your pussy lips apart as he makes out with your cunt, looking back up at you.

The sensation is too good, you feel like your legs are going to give out any second. Your hips thrust into his face on their own, already chasing your orgasm. Covering your mouth with your hand, you stop yourself from letting loose the loud moans that make their way up your throat. Your free hand explores the wall you lean against, trying to find something to hold on to. Neteyam notices this and takes your hand, placing it on his head. You weave your fingers through his braids and hold on tightly, as he eats your cunt hungrily.

Not being able to hold back your moans anymore, you drop your hand from your mouth and place it on his head. You let your head dip back as you let loose lengthy mewls into the air as you experience your intense climax. You look down to see Neteyam touching himself, rubbing his bulge with his hand as he laps at your sopping cunt. You want nothing more than to share your next climax with him.

“Fuck... I wanna cum with you, ‘teyam.” You moan breathlessly, legs trembling uncontrollably as you try to push away his head.

He peers up at you, gulping your juices loudly before pulling away from your throbbing cunt. He stands quickly, meeting his lips with yours, having you taste your own cum. He kisses you frantically, still touching himself.

“Mine to touch.” You slap away his hand and grab his growing bulge.

He moans at your aggressive advances. You pull down his loincloth in a hurry, to hear the slap of his cock against his belly. You look down to see his monstrous cock, oozing beads of precum out of its pink, mushroom-like head. His slick is shiny, glistening in the light that reflects against the water outside of the cave. It looks so tempting.  

“I want to taste you, too.” You announce, quickly dropping to your knees.

His warm, rock-hard cock brushes against your cheek. You take a deep breath and hold it to savour his musky scent. You release your hot breath through your nose, as you rub your closed mouth up and down against his shaft. The heat of your breath against his sensitive, throbbing cock sends his head back in frustration – he’s eager for you to take him in your mouth. You sense his desperation, and lick the tip of his cock, swirling your tongue around his cockhead. He bucks his hips suddenly, sliding his cock over your closed eye.

You let out a breathy laugh. “Want to fuck my face that badly?” You lick his cock from the base of his shaft, back up to his tip and take him into your mouth.

His cock is so thick and girthy that it stings the corners of your mouth when he thrusts inside down your mouth. He’s pressing his hands firmly against the rocky wall behind you, trying to prevent himself from ramming his entire length down your slippery throat. You suck harshly, paying attention to his swollen cockhead as you bob your head up and down.

“F-fuck.” He groans, dropping his head, feeling overstimulated “I need to be inside you.” He grips you by the hair and pulls you off his cock, standing you up. He’s panting like a maniac, backing you up against wall yet again, kissing you hungrily.

“So, fuck me, Neteyam.” You grunt into his mouth, reaching down to stroke his swollen cock.

“Shit. Spread your legs for me.” He moans into your mouth between feverish kisses.

You obey him, opening your legs as wide as you can whilst standing up. His fingers rub against your slit, coating themselves with your glossy slick. You whine against his fingers, trying to grasp them with the walls of your cunt. He rams two fingers inside you, scissoring them to stretch your hole out enough for his cock.

“Nghh, Neteyam... make me yours.” You pant, trying to grind into his fingers. “Just put it in, already” you whine, trying to replace his fingers with his cock.

“Patience, my love.” He pants, trying to be gentle with you. “It is your first time, no? You must be stretched.” He hums, inserting his third digit inside of you.

You feel like you’re losing it, you just need his cock inside of you. “Please. I need this.” You beg, gripping his member.

His hand is pressing against the wall; his wrist brushing against your neck as he looks deeply into your eyes – forehead to forehead. He searches your eyes for your bluff, to be met with your serious glare. He’s so eager to fuck you that he can’t even hold himself back anymore to stretch you out properly.

“Fuck, y/n.” he exhales, moving his hand from your slit and turning you around, pressing you roughly against the wall.

Your tail sways wildly from side to side, tickling his throbbing cock, as you look behind you at your soon-to-be mate. You see him reach for his queue, running his hand along its length before bringing it forward. Knots form in your stomach knowing that he’s about to make the bond with you. He takes his hand off your head and reaches for your queue, bringing it towards his.

He pauses, waiting for your word – for your consent.

“Yes, Neteyam. Do it.” You say through shaky breaths, feeling your slick drip down your legs from the thought of him being all yours. You knew this would upset many people close to you, but you didn’t care.

He watches closely as your tendrils wrap around each other, morphing together to form a unified connection. Your eyes bulge and dilate as you both take a sharp breath, feeling your bodies and minds sync together. He looks down at you, and you look behind you to meet his gaze, knowing his every thought – knowing exactly how badly he wants you.

You’re panting at the mere thought of him ploughing into your cunt. He presses you against the wall with his body, pushing his bulge against your slit, coating it with your thick nectar. He leans into your ear, brushing his lips against it, just taking in the feeling of his mate. You feel him grip his cock and rub the tip against your hole. You feel his restraint – his struggle to fight the urge to bury himself inside you.

Please... hurry. You pant, pushing yourself back onto him.

Say the words, y/n. Use your voice.

“Fuck me.” You moan breathlessly, feeling his hot breath against the back of your neck. “Please.” you whisper.

“Good girl.” he smiles into your shoulder, lifting one of your legs up in the air, spreading you wide enough to accommodate him.

He slides the tip in slowly, giving you time to adjust to his thickness. It feels as if you’re overly full – stuffed to the brim with Neteyam’s huge cock, and it isn’t even half way in yet. You whimper loudly, from the mixture of pain and pleasure of taking something this massive inside of you. Neteyam cups your mouth with his hand, muffling your loud, lewd noises.

“Shhh... Mawey. You don’t want your father hearing us, do you?” he growls into your neck, slipping into his hazy fog of desperation. Your whimpers quiet down into soft mewls as your cunt stretches to the sheer girth of his cock. He praises you by planting soft wet kisses on the nape of your neck.

“That’s a good girl.” He groans into your neck, inhaling your natural scent. “You are taking me so well.” He looks down at the sight of his mate taking his cock for the first time, causing him to lose his control for a split second.

“Although, I would love to have Ao’nung hear this.” He rams his entire cock inside of your cunt in one swift thrust, getting the pain over with for you.

“Agh! Neteyam!” You yelp out a long, loud scream, feeling overstimulated from the mixture of sensations happening all at once.

Hearing his name roll of your tongue in such a lewd manner causes him to fall deeper into the haze he’s under. He’s breathing heavily into your shoulder, enduring the tightness of your cunt as it clenches around his entire length, willing himself not to pump in and out of you.

“Mmn’ you okay?” he mumbles, focusing on being as gentle as he possibly can with you.

“Sst. ‘ts too big, it stings, Nete!” you panic, frantically trying to accommodate to his size.

“Shh... I’m sorry, baby.” He kisses your neck while rubbing circles into your thighs, patiently waiting for you to get comfortable. “But you have no idea how long I’ve been wanting this... wanting you.” he growls.

Flutters are felt in your stomach, yet again, making you want him even more. “Me too, Nete... I’ve wanted you from the moment I first lay eyes on you.” You say between shaky breaths. “You can move now.” You moan, feeling more pleasure than pain as you back yourself up on him.

Those were the only words he needed to hear. He begins thrusting into you with no rhythm, grinding his cockhead against the hole of your cervix. He moves his hand in front of your body, tracing the dips of your stomach as he makes his way down to your swollen clit. He rubs circles into your wet pearl as he ruts relentlessly into you.

“Oh, good Eywa. Neteyam!” a new sensation washes over you as he fucks right into your sweet spot.

“Fuck. You’re so... *thrust* fucking small... *thrust* so tiny... *thrust* and tight.” he grunts into your ear, rolling your clit between his fingers. “Shit. You’re just sucking me in.”

He’s pounding into you at this point, unable to restrain himself from his territorial urges, fuelled by the jealousy of seeing Ao’nung touch you in that way. You could feel that his climax is near, as yours is nearing too. Your leg is shaking, about to give out at any moment. He takes notice of this, and lifts your other leg, causing you to slump back into him as he fucks you suspended in the air.

He weaves his arms under your knees and around the back of your head, spreading your legs as wide as they can possibly go. He is pounding into you so hard that you can feel his balls slap against your sore clit. His movements become erratic, like he’s going to cum inside of you any second. The heat is overwhelming, like you’re about to implode from the sheer force of his thrusts.

“Fuck! ‘m gonna cum!” you cry, finally feeling the burning sensation in your chest shoot down into your pelvis. Your walls clench tightly around his cock, on the verge of pulsating.

“Oh – oh fuck.” He huffs, quickly climbing to his peak. “Moan my name. Tell me who you are really promised to.” he groans, licking the dip of your shoulder.

“Ngh... Ne-neteyam! I’m promised to you! Oh – I’m cumming!” your cunt throbs quickly as you cum to the sound of his sweaty skin slapping against yours, burying his pulsating cock deep into your cunt.

“Gooood girl. Cum all over my cock” he grunts into your ear, cumming inside of you. “Ughh... fuck.” he groans, looking down at his cock spurting its thick, heavy ropes of cum into your cunt.

He rests his head into your shoulder, desperately trying to calm down from his high. He’s panting hot breathes onto your clammy skin, already being consumed by his urges yet again. He uncontrollably bucks his hips into you, as you feel his low mewls vibrate into your shoulder. He’s whimpering from the overstimulation of his body rutting into you after just cumming.

“Y/n. You need to go.” He growls, suddenly pulling out of you and releasing your legs – causing you to fall to your knees, breaking tsaheylu. You turn your head around and look up at Neteyam to be met with reptilian-like, green eyes, peering down at you.

“Neteyam?” you pant breathlessly, already knowing what’s happening.

Your mate just went into rut.

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heyy girlyy, can i please request an enemies to lovers with pedri where the reader and him are notorious for fighting all the time and lowkey hating each other in school, but one day this boy and the reader get in a fight and he hits her and she comes out of a classroom crying with blood on her face and pedri sees her and asks her "who did this to you"🤭🤭 and is absolutely furious but she doesn't tell him who did it at first but then sees how mad he is so she tells him and he goes and beats the shit out of the boy who hit her, then the reader and pedri are in the nurses room together and she asks him why he did that and he confesses his feelings for her and how he was in love with her the whole time and she does the same and they kiss or something, yayy

a very detailed ask but i hope you don't mindd, anyways hope you're doing well, lot's of lovee 🫶💕

I hate you (not) / Pedri González

Summary: There is a very detailed summary in the ask haha! Pedri x female!reader. High school AU. Enemies to lovers trope ig.

Warnings: Blood, crying, censored swears

Requested?: Yes ma'am!

Author's Note: I love the detailed request girl! Thanks so much! I appreciate the support!

Pedri walks down the empty hallway slowly. He's tardy anyway, so why not just walk slow so he doesn't have to do any work when he gets to maths, right?

As he walks, he thinks. He thinks about the argument he had gotten in with you the day before. Maybe he had been a little harsh- saying that you were a terrible cheerleader and all the boys made fun of you in the locker room all the time? Yeah, that might have been kind of mean. You had flipped out, clearly hurt to hear this, yelling at Pedri and firing back at him about how he was a cocky idiot, and no one really liked him anyway- everyone was just pretending because they didn't want to hurt his feelings, but really they all gossiped about how much of an ass he was.

In truth, neither of these things were true at all. And in truth, both you and Pedri had believed what the other had said.

Then you had shoved Pedri, and he had smirked and teased you about how weak the shove was, before walking off.

Yeah, Pedri feels bad.

He's getting to class just as the bell is ringing. Students immediately start flooding out of the classroom, pushing themselves out of the door as if spending one more second in that room would suffocate them.

But then suddenly Pedri's jaw drops when you walk out of the classroom. You've got your hand over your mouth and nose, and there are tears streaming down your cheeks from your eyes, though you're clearly trying to be tough. You freeze when you meet the eyes of Pedri. Your eyes widen, and dread sets in deep within you. Oh God, no. The last thing I need right now is for Pedri to start taunting me about being a weak cryb-

Suddenly unexpected anger wells up within Pedri, and his jaw clenches. He doesn't even really know why- maybe it's because he still feels bad about what he said to you yesterday; maybe it has to do with the deep, honest feelings for you he has hidden down deep within himself. He snaps, "What the hell? Y/n, what happened? Are you okay? Who did this to you? Where's the teacher?!"

You continue to choke up, letting out only short breaths as you feel the blood trickle down the inside of your palm. You're in so much discomfort, you decide not even to worry about what kind of off motives Pedri has right now as you murmur, "The teacher was out of the room..."

As students awkwardly continue to file out of the room, Pedri asks again, "Who did this to you...?"

You glance around nervously, about to walk past him, but suddenly he grabs your arm. You look back at him in surprise. His concerned, angry brown eyes meet yours. His grasp on your arm is tough, but not enough to hurt. "Y/n... Tell me who did this to you."

"Pedri, I can't tell you..." you softly squeak, staring at his hand on your arm. "I don't want him to..." you hesitate, and let yourself trail off.

But he repeats with such seriousness, tenacity, and sincerity, "Y/n, it's alright... Just... Tell me who the hell did this..."

You swallow, and then say his name softly. It dawns on Pedri right away who the boy is, and he looks around in the thinning crowd. He spots the boy, and on impulse, so quickly so that you can't even stop him, suddenly he attacks the kid, knocking them to the ground. You stare in shock as the one minute they beat on each other feels like about one day. You're frozen as blood drips down to your chin.

"Why the hell would you hurt her? Do you see her? She's crying? Do you see how much blood there is? She's pale, you idiot! Don't you feel sorry! Say sorry! And if you tell anyone about this, you're going to be-"

You stare in awe when the boy on the ground shouts, gasping, "Okay, okay! I'm sorry! I won't tell anyone! Get off of me!"

Pedri hesitates, then slowly nods. You're leaning against the hall, slightly trembling. The moment Pedri pushes the boy away down the hall, commanding him with such fierceness to get back to class, he immediately turns to you. With no hesitation he uses the end of his shirt to wipe your blood a bit and murmurs, putting an arm around your back, "Hey... Let's go to the nurse's office. Okay?" He speaks with such gentleness and softness, you can hardly believe this is really Pedri. I didn't know he was even capable of speaking in a tone that sweet.

You walk along with him, feeling very confused. You get to the nurse's office- the whole walk you both just keep silent. Pedri explains to the nurse that you fell and cut your mouth and nose (which vaguely annoys you, because that makes it seem like instead of getting in a fight, you just fell over like a clumsy freak right on your f*cking face. But whatever.), and the nurse fixes up your mouth, covering the wound with some bandages. The whole time, Pedri stays. You watch as he slips a sweatshirt over his head that he had in his backpack- probably to cover the stain of your blood on his shirt. The nurse doesn't ask why Pedri stays, and neither do you, until you're all fixed up and walking out of the classroom alongside Pedri.

A few seconds pass by. You walk next to him, looking at the floor. The bandage above your mouth feels uncomfortable. But, you suppose, it's much better than the possible alternatives, which would be still spilling blood everywhere, or forming a huge ugly scab on your face. Pedri is also looking down, but his dark brows are knitted together, as though he's deep in thought. His hand brushes against yours as you walk, and suddenly he looks up. You look up, too. Your eyes meet his dark chocolate colored ones. He seems to hesitate. You swallow. "Pedri," you start softly. There's a question that has been in your head and bugging your heart ever since he met you outside the classroom. "Can I ask you a question?"

You watch his Adam's apple bob up, and then down again, when he swallows, before nodding. "Yeah."

"Why... Why did you do that?" you hesitate. "I thought you hated me..."

Pedri bites his lip, looking into your eyes. "I... I don't hate you. I've never hated you. The truth is, I like you. A lot. And I owe you an apology. A huge apology."

You stare in confusion and shock.

He rests his hand on your shoulder. Gives it a soft squeeze. "I'm sorry for hurting you all these times... I..." Pedri can't believe he's really doing this. All this time he's been masking his feelings, and all the sudden, now, it's all tumbling out.

He doesn't even know why. Right just seems like... the right time.

"Y/n, I've liked you for a long while now... And yeah, I mean the crush kind of like."

Pedri watches as your hand covers you mouth. "Pedri- then why..."

His jaw clenches. "Years ago when I started liking you I was too stupid to just admit it. So to mask it I was rude to you. Plus, it was fun to tease you sometimes... But I took it too far and... Yeah, here we are today, right now... I couldn't just randomly change my behavior, so I had no idea what to do. But Y/n, I really do..."

Suddenly your heart wells up, and your face heats up, and with no more thought put into it, you grab his hand tightly and squeak, "Pedri, I think I like you, too."

Now it's his turn to look shocked. "Really? Why? How? I've been so rude to you..."

I shrug. "I couldn't deny you're cute. I've always liked your personality. Sometimes I enjoyed your teasing. That's just why when we got in real arguments, it really broke me..."

He gently strokes your heating up cheek, your eyes lock. "Will you forgive me? Now that you know-"

You smile softly, enjoying the feeling of his touch on your cheek, and interrupt, "Of course I forgive you..."

His eyes shine. "This must be the best case scenario..."

You nod, and you notice his face slowly inching towards yours. You lean in, too, still eyes locked. Soon your faces are nearly touching, and Pedri whispers softly, "There's something I've been wanting to do for a while... Can..." He looks embarrassed, but you wait. "Can I kiss you?"

You swallow, hesitate, but then nod. And just like that, his head tilts, eyes close, and his soft lips gently press against yours. He cups the nape of your neck, and his other hand slips behind your back.

Suddenly you both jump though, pulling away from the lovely kiss when you hear the beginnings of the school bell.

Pedri waves, and says, "I'll meet you outside the front of school after classes!"

You stare, stunned, as you watch him walk away. You don't even care you've probably missed at least three class periods. You just gently press your fingers to the lips that Pedri just kissed, heart pounding and butterflies swarming.

My God. This is a dream come true.

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[chococat-17]

Fully Alive.

Where Scaramouche is truly devoted to you.

| scaramouche x gn!reader - sagau

Scaramouche is no stranger to nervousness in this moment, being summoned by you to your throne room was something he never expected. Although he manages to look calm as he walks through the doors but his mind is racing.

“Your grace,” Scaramouches voice is shy as he bows down to address you. His face stays calm, even though his emotions are everywhere. “I am here as requested..” Only then does he look up to you. The only thing on his mind is his devotion for you.

Looking down at him from your throne, you finally acknowledge him. “Ah, hello.” you get situated to look more presentable. “Won’t you be so kind to accompany me?~” you’re teasing him. You know the impact your words have on him, and yet you want to see him crumble under them.

Looking up at you, Scaramouche’s entire body lights up. The sight of you makes his chest swell, and his breath falters. “Your grace..” He can barely speak, unable to fully process the situation. “it would be an honor..” But he does not rise to join you, only bends his head in a bow.

You hum at his actions. “Come, join me.” You scoot over, patting the space on the throne next to you. Scaramouche freezes, he knows what you’re asking him to do — what you’re telling him to do. He wants to deny himself the pleasure of sitting next to you, but he so very much wants it. The throne is for you, yet you ask to share it with him for the moment.

It’s hard for him to move from his spot, his eyes staring at you as if asking for even more permission. “Are you afraid?” you ask him. “No.” Scaramouche is not afraid, He wants you, he needs you. His whole body, his soul, is yelling at him to join you. But he can’t, He ask for permission once again. “Your grace, I ask for permission..”

“And I give it to you, come, sit with me..” Your reply finally gets him to move, each step towards you feels like treading water. Scaramouche approaches you, finally taking a seat next to you. He avoids eye contact at first, his emotions overwhelming him.

Noticing his shy demeanor, you wrap your arm around him, pulling him closer to you. Scaramouche cannot respond, only lean into you. every single one of his senses is overwhelmed, as your hands graze him. “you did good..” your whispers has him trembling. Scaramouche truly feels alive in the moment.

“Please never leave me..” Scaramouche has been broken down, now begging you to not leave him. But you only hum in response. As he clings onto you, you think that this is a moment to be alive.

a/n: yayy! my first writing! i hope you all enjoyed (。-∀-) request are open!

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #sagau #sagau genshin #genshin impact sagau

[the-kr8tor]

Fluffy Friday omg….can I request Hobie and the reader having a day out with Billie and Ramona? Ty in advance!! :)))

Yayy for Billie and Mona request!!! Thank you ❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, mentions of breast feeding, Twins AU, Fluff.

It's Fluffy Friday!

ʕ⁠·⁠ᴥ⁠·⁠ʔ

You coo and make funny faces at the twins, cuddled comfortably in your arms, the wooden bench under you helps in carrying the babies since they've grown a lot in the last five months. They laugh wholeheartedly at your pouted lips spluttering, eyes crossed whilst you bounce them lightly.

The park is full of people enjoying the sun, teenagers playing frisbee in an open area, elderly doing their morning stretches, people from all walks of life basking in the sunlight after weeks of cloudy and rainy weather.

It's the twin's first day out since their birth, you and Hobie finally feel comfortable enough to let them out of the house instead of just showing Billie and Mona the small backyard. You're still apprehensive at first, motherly instincts kicking in with every loud noise and hidden germs. But when you saw their smiles and giggles the moment you stepped outside your worries waned. After all they've got Spider-Man as their father, with Hobie around you've got nothing to worry about. Well maybe except for germs.

The aforementioned man battles with nature right in front of you, the wind keeps blowing away the picnic blanket on the grass. Edges sweeping to the middle once Hobie gets a hold of the other side of the cloth. Frustrated, he looks around for anyone watching, slyly moving his sleeve to reveal his web shooters. He aims, quickly sticking his webs on the corners of the blanket, preventing the wind from blowing it away again. Hobie tucks his sleeve back down to hide the gadget.

"I saw that" you say with a smirk.

"I know, was showing off to my girls" Hobie makes his way to the bench, arms stretched to help carry Billie. He makes that 'dad carrying his heavy kid' groan. Free hand taking the stroller, rolling it onto the grass next to the blanket.

Billie beams at Hobie, tiny hands instinctively reaching towards his face. He smiles back, indulging his daughter, nuzzling his nose right on the crown of her head, curls tickling him.

Sitting down on the red stereotypical picnic blanket, Ramona hears Billie's laugh, attuned to her sister's delight, she tries to wiggle out of your arms and into the blanket.

Hobie notices as you try to balance Mona's flopping in your arms. "I think your sister's jealous" he whispers to Billie who babbles a reply.

Sitting down next to you, cramming himself into the small space (even though there's more right in front), he takes Mona in your arms expertly. In the last five months, he's found himself an expert at holding his daughters at the same time, never neglecting one for the other. Mona smiles, a carbon copy of your own smile. Hobie grins back, doing the exact same thing to Mona, snuggling the top of her head, careful of the soft part of it hidden behind her tiny beanie.

They both have similar ones with pom-poms on the top, Billie has bright yellow ones to match her onesie while Mona has pastel purple, a contrast to her light green onesie. Guess who dressed her?

"Now I'm the one who's jealous" you watch them try to take their dad's attention away from the other, small hands grasping at his Hoodie. The adorable sight makes your heart dance.

"They'll be back when they get hungry"

You lay your head on Hobie's shoulder, hand cupping the back of his in an attempt to hold it. Sighing dramatically, "guess I'm just a glorified milk maker" you complete your joke with a pout.

"Not my fault" he catches on with your bit. Neck craning to kiss your cheek.

"It's literally half your fault" you say with a laugh, leaning away from his lips.

Billie and Mona follow the sounds of their parents' voices, eyes moving back and forth, eyes curious.

Hobie's lips still puckered, waiting for you to lean towards him. With a roll of your eyes and a lopsided smile, you give him a chaste yet love filled kiss. Moving down to peck each of your daughter's foreheads. They giggle, kicking Hobie's torso in giddiness.

The sun shines overhead as you continue your day out with your little family.

#fluffy fridays #request done #hobie brown x reader #spider punk x reader #the kr8tor's creations #hobie brown #spider punk #x reader #atsv fanfiction #spider man across the spider verse #atsv fanfic #atsv x reader #atsv hobie #atsv fluff #hobie brown x fem!reader #hobie brown x you #spider punk x fem!reader #spider punk x you #ramona and billie au

[shinystar000]

Yayy ☺️🥺 I'd like to make 2 requests, I'd it's oki!

- Naruto x male reader, in which Naruto is attached to reader, but he refuses to admit it until reader needs to leave for a mission, and he's all clingy when reader comes back

- Sasuke x male reader (modern au) in which punk Sasuke has a boyf (reader) and Sasuke likes testing makeups on him?

Thanksss

CLOSED FEELINGS

→ Naruto Uzumaki x m reader

a/n: I love these requests, thank you for the idea! I will update on Sasuke as soon as I can ☕

tw: angst if you squint, stress eating

Naruto and [Y/n] were known as best friends, practically soulmates in their village. In their carefree days as kids, they were inseparable. Pulling pranks, eating ramen, and going on adventures, Naruto appreciated [Y/n]'s loyalty regardless of having a lonely life, especially with the Nine-Tailed Fox sealed inside of him. They were fond of each other, even if Naruto would deny it. As they grew older, their bond was stronger.

Though still close as friends, Naruto couldn't shake the fear of losing him now that they were ninjas. Despite his denial of feelings, there was fondness as he kept a watchful gaze on [Y/n].

Chuckling at the fond memories, he sat up and decided to leave his bed. He couldn't sleep. Putting on his slippers, he went out of his room to the path of [Y/n]'s house was like muscle memory. Standing before the familiar door with plants on the side, he knocked loudly to make sure the other boy heard. A sleepy [h/c] opened the door, his gaze hazy with tiredness as he observed the bright blonde in front of him, Naruto ignored the flutter in his stomach.

"Hey, can I come in?"

[Y/n], making sure Naruto was actually here and not just a figment of his imagination, blinked a few times then letting him in, grumbling.

"Can't sleep again?" [Y/n] asked. Seeing Naruto's nod, he didn't say anything else, a silent acknowledgement of his struggle. This wasn't the first time Naruto came knocking at his door due to insomnia, and each time he was met with the same reassurance that he was "fine." Leading him to his room, [Y/n] held back from scolding the ninja for not going to the doctor. Plopping himself on his stomach, the other boy watched him instantly drifting off back to sleep. The sight alone was enough to make him feel relaxed.

Laying beside him, pulling him into a warm hug from behind. As he moved closer, his blue eyes closed shut, and for the first time in what felt like forever, he finally found the rest that he needed.

Thankfully, [Y/n] didn't question it the next day, used to the closeness. Cuddling and other affections were just a part of the daily life, such as taking a break or training. However, the day took a turn for the worse when he was suddenly ordered to go on a mission, alone. He could only imagine Naruto's reactions–anger, sadness, fear. He knew him well enough to predict his actions, the hardest part would be leaving.

Sitting in a booth, [Y/n] breathed in the familiar scent of smoke and delicious food lingering in the air. He waited patiently until a steaming bowl of ramen was placed in front of him, offering thanks to the old man who had been serving up for years. Breaking the chopsticks, he dug into his meal, finding comfort in the simple act of eating rather than facing what was bothering him.

By the time he almost finished his noodles, he was interrupted by the appearance of a blonde with cute marks on his face. Noticing Naruto's furrowed brows and pressed lips, [Y/n] watched as he slid into the seat opposite of him.

"What happened?" Naruto asked, his expression firm. Oh...he was serious? He tried to hide his nervousness with a small smile. "What do you mean?" Naruto stayed silent with a look on his face, knowing it was an obvious lie, able to read his best friend like a book. "I can tell something is bothering you," he finally said, his observation was right. He snorted at Naruto's comment, using the noodles as a distraction. Sometimes, [Y/n] couldn't help but feel frustrated by how well Naruto knew him. After all, they had been friends for a very long time.

"Looks like we both have some problems," [Y/n] mutters to lighten the mood. But seeing him shake his head, it didn't make either one of them happier.

"[Y/n], I'm serious. What's going on?" Leaving the other boy no choice but to open up. Pushing the bowl towards Naruto in case he wanted anymore noodles that was left, he took a deep breath to steady himself. With his gaze down on his lap, he began to explain. "I'm going on a mission, but you can't come with me. I have to do this alone. I don't know when I'm coming back..." The weight of the words hung heavily in the air, a slow realization sinking in.

"No."

[Y/n] paused at his friend's calm tone, unsure what to say. "No? What do you mean no? Naruto, I have to—" he begins, his voice trailing off as he searched for the right words until he got interrupted.

"If you're going, then count me in," [Y/n] leaning forward with a frown, fully aware that it had come to this, he whispered to avoid drawing attention. "Naruto, please, think about the village. I'm a ninja too, I understand the risks." Hearing the gentleness in his voice, Naruto bit his lip, torn between his feelings for the other male. He didn't want to see him go on a stupid mission, especially not someone he loved.

"How will I know you're okay? How will I know that you will come back safe?" With those questions, [Y/n] didn't want to lie to him or keep a big promise such as this one. "You know I can't make any guarantees..." Naruto smacked his lips, scratching his hair, burying the thought of him leaving was coming true. At least it wasn't for good or so he hoped.

After a minute or two of silence, he reached over and gently took his hand, offering comfort. "I won't leave, I'll just be gone for a bit, I promise when I come back, we'll eat a whole bunch of ramen."

At his reassurance, a smile graced his face. Naruto leaned in, their faces mere inches apart, causing [Y/n] to hold his breath at the sudden closeness to try and not panic nor do anything rash as to kiss him. Holding back, there was a better way to admit his feelings and it wasn't here. Not yet, [Y/n] kept saying to himself in his head, not yet, he has to wait. He glance down at his lips for a split second then avoided eye contact to not get too distracted.

"You better come back or I'll go find you myself."

[Y/n] intended to keep the promise. But for now, he had to leave in a few days. Sadly, it passed by quickly and he was already gone. Naruto surely missed him. On the other hand, he was also determined to get stronger. That's what he planned to do: train, eat, go on missions, hang out with his friends, and most of all, write letters to [Y/n]. What was worse, he continued to struggle with sleeping, no better way than to sneak into his best friend's apartment with the spare keys in order to sleep more comfortably.

Months slipped by for the ninja, a feeling turning into a year. Thankfully, a letter arrived from [Y/n], telling about the success of the mission while his return to the village—that day was today. Naruto paced back and forth in front of a restaurant, anxiety coursing through him as he awaited for a certain [h/c]. Thoughts of countless scenarios flooded his mind. He stopped at the sound of footsteps.

There he stood, the most breathtaking sight Naruto ever seen. [Y/n]'s hair styled differently, his skin smoother, maybe loosen a few pounds, though details like that barely matters to the blonde. What captivated him the most was the scar running across his lower lip. He grinned and waved at Naruto, radiating joy while his lips moved, the other boy was in a daze, gazing lovingly at his crush. Before the other could react, his friend pounced on him, and the two tumbled to the ground in a tangled hug.

"Hey! Hmh-"

Widening eyes, he could feel the male on top of him press a firm kiss. Blinking away his shock, [Y/n] slowly returned it. The kiss they shared together was gentle, it felt right...It was meant to be. As the two separated, Naruto gave a few more pecks to the boy below him who let out a laugh, being careless of who saw as it didn't matter anymore if two boys kissing was "wrong." It was perfect.

"Nice to see you too, Naruto."

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[444rockstargf]

omg school has been so so so hectic for me.

but ive said my thoughts on sub x sub stuff right ? k so ! dom x dom jack (or euro coz mmm euro) and reader :3

like jus imagine its their first non vanilla night and jack is hyping himself up, imagining what hes gonna do to his precious "sub". he knows that readers always been a bit pushy during their makeouts and very vocal on if she needs more foreplay or anything. but they start making out and getting naked and hes tryna push her on her back on the bed but shes like "whatre u doing?" and flips them over and grabs his hair and stuff :3 "did you really think i was gonna obey your every word? be serious, jacky baby."

yayy you're back!!

"i want you on me." | jack thurlow

chemtrrails over the country club. - lana del rey

✮⋆˙ [tags] @faesucksass @lustkillers @angelsanarchy @mayathepsychic1999 @josibunn @livingdead-materialgirl@romanroyapoligist @oliviah-25@si1nful-symph0ny @auggiethecreator @vanlisbon@livingdead-reilly

dom!female!reader x dom!jack

word count: 1.3k

contents: 69 position, blowjob, slight femdom, lots of nasty stuff

you had him running completely mad. since the start of your relationship, he realized how different you were from all his past conquests. your first night together had ended in a sloppy makeout session that left your image engraved in his mind ever since. and that’s how he found himself at the drugstore checkout, putting down a box of flavoured condoms in front of the cashier.

“ring ‘er up.” he pulled out a few dollar bills, slamming them onto the counter without making direct eye contact with the young worker. his mind buzzed with thoughts of you laying down in front of him with his pulsating cock down your throat as you sucked on it through the sweet latex. he had never purchased this before, but he wanted to sweeten things up for you a little. because you were special. 

he shoved the box into his pocket, making his way out of the store. your long conversation with him from the night before had finalized your plans of spending the night with him. your innocent request rang through his head all night. he imagined your sweet little pussy hovering over his face, all busted up from the endless rounds of stimulation that he would put you through.

he had everything planned to the last letter even though he had always been the spontaneous type. he even went as far as cleaning his room a little. he was that desperate to make things work out tonight. 

as he arrived back at this place, he set the condoms on his dresser. the sun started to fall below the horizon and before he knew it, the doorbell rang, signaling your arrival. he lept up from his seat, quickly dashing to the mirror to check himself out. he looked tired and sickly with week-old stubble spotting his jaw, making him look attractive in such an effortless way.

you stood shyly on his stoop, fidgeting with one of the buttons on your cute little black skirt. the door swung open and you were met with his cold, blue eyes. from his perspective, you looked like a child’s doll. the wind blew up the fabric a little, giving him a tiny peek at your lacy little panties. the motion caused a sizzle to burn in his core. he wanted you. badly.

he took your hand, pulling you inside. once you were about 6 inches away from him, he shut the door behind you, pinning you there and kissing you deeply. you gasped slightly into the kiss before melting into his touch, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs and his waist. your aching clit brushed against his clothes boner, pulling out a groan from his swelling lips. 

he carried you up the stairs, gripping your ass firmly enough to make you whimper. you were practically putty in his hands, and right now he just wanted to see how far he could take you. he would destroy you tonight. he reached his bedroom, collapsing onto the bed with you writhing underneath him. 

before you knew it, you were both stripped down to the flesh. jack laid you down on your back as your tongues fought the silent yet heated battle. your nude bodies were tangled with one an other, the need and passion in your movements growing faster as each second passed. he had two curled fingers shoved in your needy cunt as he sucked harshly on your bottom lip.

he parted your lips for just to take a good look at you. he was going feral, his motions resembling those of a wild animal. he quickly pumped his cock as he trailed sloppy kisses down your jaw, making a disgusting mess of cum as he helplessly bucked his hips into the edge of the mattress. 

needy groans escaped from his spit-covered lips. he was falling apart before you had even done anything yet. he went to shove his pulsating length inside of you, but before he could react he was flipping onto his back with you on top of him, keeping your legs on either side of him. a look of great confusion flickered across his face until you started using his red, leaky tip to toy with your tiny clit.

your eyes conveyed a message that your lips wouldn't speak. he cleared his throat, his voice coming out as a low croak. “w-what’s goin’ on, doll..?” a smile spread across your lips as you leaned forward to bring yourself to his level. you trailed a finger down his neck, making him shiver. you brought your lips to his ear, whispering so sweetly that he could’ve melted right there. “i’m gonna have a lot of fun with you tonight…”

so the tables had turned. and so quickly that his head was still spinning. he watched as you picked up the box of condoms from the dresser, reading out the words. “strawberry flavoured condoms. cute.” your belittling words made his cheeks flush and alarming shade of red. you opened the box, taking one out and tearing it open with your teeth. the simple gesture made a stream of cum leak down his length as a deep groan escaped his lips.

you moved down, turning yourself around so that while you were face-to-face with his aching cock, your dripping cunt was right in front of his face. he was lost for words at the sight of your fat little pussy. you rolled the rubber down his length, watching as the condom was already swelling around his girth.

wasting no time, you spat on the tip, taking the whole thing down your throat in an instant. the sweet taste of the condom filled your mouth, making it all the more enjoyable for you. his muscles contracted as all of his most disgusting fantasies were finally coming true. he couldn’t hold himself back any longer. sweet moans and breathy whimpers caused his chest to rise and fall. this was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. but he’d be lying if he said he wasnt loving it.

you ground your ass on his face a little, using his angular nose to get yourself off. you gagged and slurped up his dick, spit bubbling running down his balls and ruining the bedsheets underneath you. jack brought his hands up, using four fingers to start fingering you vigorously. you moaned deeply, the vibrations travelling down his veins. he buried his flushed face in your pussy, using his tongue and teeth to tug at your hard pearl as his nose penetrated your wet folds.

you screamed out as hot cum started pouring out of your hole, completely covering his face. as nasty as it was, he couldn’t get enough of the taste of your juices. he lapped up every last drop, wanting you to gush and squirt all over him. your legs wrapped around his head, nearly crushing him to death.

not a single thought could travel through your mind as his hypnotic movements pushed you closer to the edge. your nails dug into his thighs, leaving deep, crescent-shaped cuts all over them. his dick wiggles in front of your face as the condom filled up like a water balloon. you fondled his balls in your hands, sensing his orgasm coming.

you took his cock into your throat once more, wanting to feel him in your guts more than anything. tears streamed down your face as it hit the back of your throat repeatedly, but the pleasure of it was undeniable. your bodies were like a ticking time bomb, just waiting to explode from the abundance of stimulation. 

“d-doing such a good job, jack… j-just like that…” you rocked your hips against his face, not caring whether he’s suffocating or not. his muffled whimpers signalled that he was doing just fine under there. he reached a hand forward, pushing your head down his length as you swirled your tongue around him.

he fucked your face vigorously, letting the last amount of control in him take charge. this complicated display of dominance and submission was what made this truly orgasmic for the both of you. you both pushed eachother to your limits and far beyond them, making a complete mess of eachother in the process. 

needless to say, your first time with him truly turned his world upside down.

author's note: not too proud of this one :(( at least this visual is nice. but anyways this was supposed to come out like two weeks ago. enjoy yall!

#rory culkin #rory culkin smut #jack thurlow smut #jack thurlow x reader #jack thurlow #jack goes home #smut #lana del ray aesthetic #lana del rey #lana del rey chemtrails #chemtrails over the country club #444rockstargf

[kimbap-r0ll]

YAYY requests are open, idk if you have done a scenario like this but could you do a scenario with the dorm leaders with an S/O like Mirabel Madrigal from Encanto like having the same personality as her but also dealing with the fact they are the only one without magic or a gift in their family. Thank you

You know...this is interesting! I kinda wanna add someone as a bonus on here because why not, thank you for the ask!

Dorm Leaders with a Mirabel!s/o

Riddle

He really doesn't mind if you can't use magic, he just worries that others may make your life more stressful though you are Ramshackle's dorm leader

He likes your enthusiasm, it's new to him and refreshing. NRC could use more energy anyways

He admires how you can find good in everyone and everything. He usually looks at faults first, making his vision sometimes a bit limited when it comes to character. Because of this, he's happy to have you around

Might treat you like his therapist because he needs you to be happy haha but nonetheless he's super grateful to have you as his s/o

Leona

Might feel that you're a bit annoying because of your optimistic personality but don't be fooled - he really finds you adorable

He likes to hear you talk about anything because its just nice to see you so passionate about different topics. Will casually say "go on" when you ask if you're talking too much

Might be a bit protective of you because of your lack of magic. He doesn't want any Savanaclaw students picking on you so he might wrap an arm around you when walking by some of the more reckless ones

Overall know that he really likes you, though he's still a tsundere king

Azul

You are literally the one person he will never ask for contracts because you're just too...too pure

You are literally the nicest person and to him he admires how strong you are. Even if people might try to put you down for your lack of magic you brace through and tell them that perhaps not having magic is your magic. Like, what? You can turn that mean comment on its head?! :0

He may ask you for advice when looking for potential contracts but you always tell him not to make contracts, maybe you can change him haha

Similar to Riddle, he knows that you're job can be stressful so he wants to provide you as much care as he can. Expect surprise drinks from the lounge!

Kalim

You guys are like two suns jumping around at once. Jamil loves and hates it

The two of you definitely make NRC a better place with your enthusiasm and your optimism. You find a way to solve any problem because of your wittiness

Kalim definitely takes you on carpet rides that are more extreme than Jamil wants, but speaking of Jamil he likes you too because you're just really nice to talk to

Kalim and you are really similar and overall just a really cute pair

Vil

Imagine if Isabela Madrigal was a person in the TWST world. Ta da, here he is!

He may find your more down-to-earth approaches to things and your optimism to be a bit strange. You're too naive in his eyes, but that's why he gets protective

Vil wants you to know that magic or no magic, you are perfect in his eyes. He will try to help you out whenever magic is needed in your tasks but nonetheless know that he loves you for who you are

Admires your positivity and will respect you for this. He may soften up a bit on Epel too because of you haha

Idia

At first you scared him. You were way too outgoing for his comfort. But he soon realized that you were more than just an extroverted person, you literally gave him energy

He wonders how you can function without any magic but that's probably why he admires you too. NRC is a bit rough, but know that you won't have to worry about anything around him

Will ask you to play video games with him and honestly it might be really fun!

People start noticing that Idia smiles more often, and a lot of people correlate this with you. Idia does feel much better with you around!

Malleus

He was born using magic, so this is surprising to him. He wants to learn how to do certain tasks without any magic because honestly he just likes learning new things!

Malleus definitely gets protective, though you won't really notice it. If anyone is out there trying to harass you for not having magic at NRC, you might not hear anything from Malleus but when you are looking away he'll give that person the scariest look and omg who would dare anger the fae prince :/

He likes to hear whatever you want to talk about too! Will go on walks with you but just listen. To him, he could spend days just listening to your voice

Know that even though fae are heavy magic users, Malleus does not care too much about your skills in magic. He loves you for who you are

Bonus: Rollo

Omg you don't use magic?! Is this an angel sent from heaven like :0

He might find your extroverted personality a tad bit tiresome at first, but he finds himself being drawn to you. He won't tell you this directly, but you will find him lingering around you more often as time goes by

He's also really protective. He likes that you don't use magic and if anyone tries to harass you about it they'll have to face his wrath :/

Though you two might seem like polar opposites, maybe that's why you guys attracted each other. He definitely needs a bit more brightness in his life haha

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[minimallyminnie]

May I request for Project Sekai?

As for the request, GN!Reader (Gender Neutral) getting along w/ Mafuyu, before eventually seeing her true self for the first time. I'll just let the rest be handed to you, whether or not it will be a vague ending since your writing is interesting.

（・∀・）

Omg, first request in a long time. First one for Mafu baby too! My writing is interesting? Thank you!

Throbbing or Beating?

Mafuyu has nightmares sometimes.

It doesn’t scare her when she blinks her eyes open.

It just…feels empty. Her heart replaced with a void.

She has Nightcord at 25:00 of course

But every time they make her smile…it doesn’t stay.

When will it stay?

When?

In the morning, she simply does her usual but instead of staying inside and organizing her room (again and again)

She puts up a front and then walks to a nearby store

Well, she planned on walking to the park until she bumped straight into someone

“Ah! I’m so sorry!” Is she? Is she really or is it just another act she put on for everyone?

She steps back and looks at your face, still startled

“It’s no worries!”

“Please, let me do something for you.” Really Mafuyu? Are you that desperate for attention?

You shake your head and pick up your groceries with her

“It’s ok! Hmm…if you really want to do something for me, how about getting a drink with me around the corner to the cafe nearby? I heard their matcha lattes are great!”

“Of course!” She wouldn’t know. She can’t taste after all.

You two go to the place and just talk. Just usual talking. She tries to shift the conversation towards you and you shift it onto her.

Like…she matters.

You eventually trade numbers with her and she talks about you in the Sekai with Miku and her friends

“Woahh! Mafuyu making friends with someone genuinely?! That’s a milestone right there!”

“Do you actually want them to be friends with you though?”

“I would like to see if you do too. It would be nice to see you comfortable around someone that’s not just us.”

She thinks for a second about how you acted in the cafe

You didn’t shift all the attention on yourself, you didn’t pressure her to do something, you…you didn’t ask her about how well her grades are…

The void…isn’t eating her up. Isn’t throbbing.

…she doesn’t feel so empty…

“Yes.”

For the next few times she’s with you, she learns about you and you learn about her.

She feels strange. Like how she felt about Kanade’s song.

Mafuyu manages to sneak out successfully and get to the park when you ask if she can one night

And she sees you sitting on the swings, when you see her, you wave and she waves back.

You know how she acts now, you don’t mind. In your words

“Do what you want and say anything! I don’t want you to not trust me and be friends with me! You’re my friend, not a doll!”

You sit and swing yourself back and forth while talking to her. Turning your head, you smile at Mafuyu and point up at the stars

The stars shining in your eyes

For once, her own eyes shine bright

This rushing feeling in her chest overwhelms her. It’s similar—no exactly like the strange sensation she had when she hangs out with you or when she heard Kanade’s song.

It hurts but at the same time…it makes her…happy.

Mafuyu genuinely smiles while looking at the stars with you

Her heart beats in her chest.

YAYY!!! Left the relationship between you and her ambiguous and sorta the end? Hope you liked it anon!!!

#mindlessclow #x reader #project sekai x reader #request #mafuyu asahina x reader #asahina mafuyu x reader #project sekai fluff #hurt/comfort #🤩🤩🤩

[angelst4re]

this is my second ask aaaaa. So what about milf!reader having 2 childs and a husband alr. And they move into another country and thei neighbour is the only one jamie bower jejaksbabs. He helps her packing out their stuff and they talk and talk ykk... after some months of the reader breaking things only for jamie to fix them the reader finally gives in and thes fuck on the kitchen counter. LOVE YOUR WORKS BAE!!!! UR SO UNDERRATED TAKE YOUR TIME <333

ahh hi my love!!! i was so happy to see you in my requests again <3 i hope you like it darling :)

Treat You Better- Jamie Campbell Bower x Reader

୨♡୧ warnings: smut!! cheating, praise and degradation! not proof read!! pls point out any mistakes loves!

୨♡୧ note: MY TAGS ARE FIXED!!! YAYY!! if you're seeing this on any tags and you haven't seen me before, check out my jamie masterlist!! i've been shadowbanned or something like that for a month now so there's quite a lot on there you may have not seen before!! anyways...

When your husband told you he had a new job, you were thrilled. Hoping it meant that you’d have more money to spend on your kids as you were a full-time housewife. You had never wished for this life, but you didn’t mind it. Your children, Max and Leah, were 2 and 10, meaning it was almost impossible to find work flexible enough around your husband’s, and you didn’t yet have enough money for a full-time babysitter, they’re expensive! So your husband’s new promotion was definitely needed. Although, you had to move for it. 

Packing up your life felt strange, yet oddly freeing. In this new town nobody knew who you were, meaning you could have a fresh start. When you first saw your new house, you couldn’t believe the size of it! And the neighbourhood looked very welcoming and pretty. 

All afternoon, you had neighbours visiting to introduce themselves. Which would have been lovely under any other circumstances, but you were currently chasing your children around the house, making sure they don’t get lost or break anything valuable from the dozens of boxes in the house. When you heard another knock on the door, you just sighed. Preparing to tell the person you were too busy to talk, you pick up a box and open the door. 

And holy shit, you were glad you did. 

“Hi, I’m Jamie I live at number 46- oh, are you busy? I can come back another time?” You stared at the man. He was beautiful. He was the kind of man that would be on magazine covers, the kind of man to model and fly across the world first class. 

“Of course not! Come in!” You grinned, putting the box back down as you shut the door behind him. You walk him to the kitchen- the tidiest room in the house so far- and offer him a drink. He accepts, and then shows you he had bought a bottle of wine with him for you as a ‘housewarming gift.’ How sweet. 

“So, how do you like it around here so far?” He asks, pouring the wine into a glass for you- he had opted for just a glass of water, he had to drive somewhere later. 

“It’s great! Everyone’s so welcoming, the area is beautiful and- Max put that down!” You quickly rush to your son, who had picked up a coffee mug from one of the many kitchen boxes. You take it from him before any damage was caused. 

“You have a kid?” Jamie grinned, waving to the little boy in the corner of the kitchen who had started to giggle. 

“I do,” you smile, “two of them actually, this is Max. Leah is upstairs starting to unpack. I had them quite young- Do you have any kids?” You ask, sipping on your wine. 

“No, I’m only 33! I want to one day, though. When-”

“You’re 33?!” You almost spat out your drink in surprise, “there’s no way you’re older than me! What’s your secret?” 

“Now that would be telling,” Jamie laughed. You liked his company. In these few minutes, you had felt more of a connection that you have with your husband since Max was born. “Do you need any help with that?” He asks, motioning towards the box of plates, bowls and glasses that you were trying to put away. You should’ve said no, but with your husband at work any help was better than none. 

“Only if you don’t mind, please?”

“Of course! I wouldn’t have asked otherwise, darling.” He says, standing up. You didn’t have the time to notice earlier that he was quite tall, and he had tattoos?! You should be careful around him. You knew this could end up getting messy. 

Jamie helps you around the house, unpacking and doing some heavy lifting, you were so grateful. You end up telling him about your husband, how he’s rarely home, how he leaves you to look after the kids… And Jamie isn’t scared off- much to your surprise. Instead, he suggests helping out when he’s home, whether it means looking after Max whilst you pick Leah up from school, fixing the broken door handle on the bathroom door or even just being there for you to talk to, seeing as you haven’t made any friends yet. Although this may be quite sudden, you trusted Jamie. You could tell he had no bad intentions. 

Before you knew it, it was 5pm, and your children were hungry. You and Jamie spent all afternoon getting to know each other, talking about your upbringings and childhoods, your old home town, his career as a tattoo artist, and then, as if a dagger had hit you in the chest, he told you about his girlfriend, who was currently in Malibu on a girls’ weekend, but y/n, you have a husband!

“I don’t know, what do you want for dinner?” You ask your daughter, who had also taken an interest in Jamie and convinced him to play uno with her. 

“I could pay for us to get something in? There’s a Domino’s in town if you like pizza?”

“Yes please!” Leah grins, looking to you with pleading eyes. 

“I couldn’t expect you to pay, not after all the help this afternoon-”

“I get discount! My girlfriend’s brother is the manager, and I’ve had dinner by myself for too long.” Me too, you thought. 

“Fine.” You gave in, “but only if you let me pay for Leah and Max’s.”

—————————♡—————————

Months had passed since moving in, and you had seen Jamie almost everyday since. You met his girlfriend, Emma, when she got back from Malibu, she seemed nice enough but there was something off about her. The way she flinched when Jamie kissed her goodbye didn’t sit right with you. 

To see more of Jamie on a one to one basis, you had started calling him when Max was napping, Leah was at school and your husband was working. You’d tell him you’d broken something and he’d come over to fix it, this included the loose door handle, squeaky kitchen cupboards and the broken wheel on your husband’s office chair. He never seemed to mind, he was happy to help, giving you the feeling that your feelings towards him were in fact requited. 

One day, your husband decided to take the kids out for the day to ‘give you a break’, which clearly you didn’t mind, as you could only think of one thing- having the house to yourself with Jamie. A couple hours after they had left, you were dressed in only a skimpy nightdress and a long silk robe, your hair tied up messily. You found Jamie’s contact on your phone and called him, he picked up almost instantly. 

“Y/n, listen I’m a bit… busy right now.” 

“Oh, I wasn’t calling to ask for your help this time,” you say with a smile on your face, “I’m home alone, I was wondering if you’d like to come over? Just to talk, of course.”

“I could do with that after the day I’ve had,” he mutters, “sure. Give me 15 minutes and I’ll be there.”

Grinning as you hung up the phone, you quickly ran downstairs to begin tidying the house- making sure there was nothing on the floor to trip on. 

The sexual tension between you and Jamie had drastically risen over the last two weeks, there was one time where he had held your hips in place as he moved around you- this had playing on your mind ever since it happened, you had even touched yourself to the thought of his hands gripping your hips as you-

Knock knock knock

You were quickly ripped from your fantasies. 

“Hey,” you smile seductively as you open the door to Jamie. Something about him looked different, you couldn’t quite tell what it was. 

“Hey,” he says back, his eyes scanning your body. 

You step to the side to let him in, and you lead him to the kitchen. Something still didn’t seem right with him. Neither of you spoke for a couple moments, you just stood opposite each other. You leaned against the countertop, tapping your nails gently on the edge as Jamie typed away on his phone. 

“I broke up with Emma.” He says, breaking the silence, “I found out she’s been cheating on me.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry-”

“Don’t be,” he chuckles, “I’ve been wanting to end things with her for a while now. I think I sort of fell out of love with her, if that’s even possible.”

“I know what you mean.” You say, a sympathetic look in your eyes, “I’ve been feeling that way with Rob- my husband- ever since I had Max. I don’t feel like I love him anymore, and I think he feels the same way, it’s like the spark we used to have just…”

“Vanished,” Jamie finished your sentence, coming closer to you, wiping away tears you didn't realise had rolled down your cheeks with his thumb. His hand resting on your face, cupping your cheek. “It’s like I met somebody new, and she made me realise I wasn’t truly happy with Emma anymore. Instead, it’s been you. I knew you were purposely breaking things for me to come over and fix them, it’s so obvious, y/n. I’ve seen the way you look at me, I’m not as stupid as you think-” 

Not letting him say anymore, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. He seemed rather surprised at first, but as he began to kiss back you realised how right this felt. As if it were meant to happen.

“Jamie,” you gasp as his kisses trail down your neck, his hands knocking your robe from your body, “I need you.”

“What do you need, darling?” 

“Need you to touch me.” You whimper as he sucks on the sweet spot on your neck, not caring about him leaving marks on you- you had plenty of concealer. 

“Oh yeah?” Jamie’s hands move to your breasts, massaging them through the thin fabric, “like this?” 

You nod your head vigorously, getting lost in the feeling. It had been years since your husband had touched you like this. 

“More,” you whisper, “please, Jamie.” 

“More? You’re so needy, baby. We’ve only just started.”

Giving you what you wanted, his hand slips between your thighs, and he was pleasantly surprised to feel you had no panties on, he whispered a low ‘fuck’ as he felt the wetness dripping from your cunt for him. His fingers rub slow circles on your clit as he smashes your lips together again, this time more hungry and passionate than the last. 

You break free from the kiss, lifting yourself on to the counter with a little help from Jamie. You wrap your legs around him, gasping as the fabric of his jeans grazes your clit. He slips your dress over your head, revealing your body to him. Every inch of you was pure beauty, he had never seen anything like it. You were his definition of an angel, and he planned to bring heaven to you. 

His face became buried in your cunt, the sounds slipping from your lips were music to his ears. He started slowly, licking a straight line from your hole to your clit, his mouth latching on to the bundle of nerves and sucking gently. Although this sensation was rather new to you, you needed him to stop. You were getting close to the edge, and when you came you wanted it to be with his cock inside you. 

“Jamie… baby, stop.” You whine, his head quickly retracks, coming back up in line with you. 

“Is everything okay?” He asks, slightly panicked. However you nod your head, grinning devilishly. 

“Fuck me. Right here, please. I need to feel your cock inside me, please.” You began babbling as he unzipped his jeans, pushing them down his thighs as you reached out to take his top off. 

“Such a pretty slut,” he chuckles, looking up at you through his lashes as he lined himself up against you, “begging for my cock, wanting me to ruin her. You just couldn’t wait for me to have my fun with you, could you? You couldn’t wait for me to make you cum on my face, could you love?” He says with a groan as he pushes all of him inside you with no warning, causing you to gasp and tangle your fingers into his hair. “You like it when I talk to you like that, hm?” 

All you can do is nod your head, the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of you was becoming too much, and as you feel his hand slide down to your clit, you could only hope and pray that you wouldn’t float away. Your mind was already fuzzy, and the feeling of his thumb rubbing small circles on your clit only made it worse. You never wanted this moment to end. 

“Jamie,” you whimper against his lips.

“Yes, darling?” 

You took his hand that was playing with your clit and sucked on his fingers briefly, causing him to groan as his thrust became sloppy. You moved his hand to your throat and looked up at him with pleading eyes. 

“Fuck, you dirty girl.” He whispers, his grip on your throat tightening enough to make your breath hitch. After collecting himself again, he got a good rhythm going with his hips as he fucked into you. He moved things out of the way as you laid back further onto the counter, your legs still wrapped around his wait, your nails clawing at his back. You had only just noticed the tattoos on his chest and abdomen, and you thought he couldn’t get any more beautiful. 

You felt a familiar tightness in your stomach, it was a delicious feeling that caused you to see stars and throw your head back when you finally got there. In 10 years, your husband had only made you feel this once- although you did have your own hand between your legs- and now Jamie had created this feeling in less than 10 minutes. 

“I’m close,” you manage to say through your restricted airways.

“I thought so, just wait a bit longer, sweet girl. Hold it for me, okay?” 

You nod your head, Jamie knew you were on birth control- you complained to it almost every day, the way it had made you feel sick or given you a headache. So when you told him to cum inside you, he couldn’t help himself. 

“Need to feel full,” you whimper, holding tightly onto Jamie’s shoulders as you looked him in the eye, there was something about keeping eye contact whilst getting fucked that was so attractive. 

“I’ll fill you up, baby. I promise- I’m so close, fuck.” His thrusts start to slow down, becoming more rough and hard than fast now, as he holds you close to him, “cum for me, darling.” He whispers into your ear, his hand on your throat squeezes the tiniest bit harder as you were thrown over the edge, getting lost in the pleasure he gave you. With one final gasp, Jamie came undone, his forehead coming down to rest against yours.

After you had caught your breath, you lightly pushed Jamie back so you could stand again. 

“I’m going to clean up quickly,” you say, your hands still on his shoulders, “meet me in my room, you know which one it is, right?” 

“Of course, you made me put a new lightbulb in it. Twice! In a week! I-”

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry- just wait for me in there. We’re not finished yet.” You say with a final kiss to his lips before walking to the bathroom, trying to hide the fact that your legs were still shaking.

#jamie campbell bower smut #jamie campbell bower #jamie bower #jamie campbell bower x reader

[indras-wife]

hii! I read some of your writing and AHHH!!!<33 you're an amazing writer like I'm in love with all your works!

I was wondering if I could request a yandere! indra head cannons with a s/o who is blind due to getting severely hurt in one of her missions and now she's starting to function without her eyesight but its been hard for her to do so. Maybe this is pre-obession when they first get to now each other?

have a great rest of your day, lovely! I totally understand if you don't accept this request, no pressure! <3.

Hi sweetheart! Thank you so so much for such kind words!<3 I am happy that you love my writings, as it gives me more motivation to share my ideas with more people.<3<3<3. And yayy another Yandere Indra. He is really one obsessive man and I cant explain just how much I love writing him as a yandere.

Thank you for this AMAZING request. I did my best to write this and hope you will love it. You can request more and I will complete them with great pleasure. Have a good reading cutie<3

Indra knew his s/o since they were kids. Even as a kid, he noticed how strong-willed and strong-minded she was. And of course, she was always appearing in some trouble, from which usually Indra was saving her.  He did like saving her, appearing as a hero in her eyes, but deep in his heart he was afraid that he would not be able to help or save her in some situations.

“You worry too much about me. I am strong and can handle everything life throws at me okay?” she would always tell this to Indra, hoping to calm him and not have him worried over her. Of course, Indra was never fully convinced of it, but as a kid, he tried to trust her and believe in her abilities. Only later on would he regret trusting her words and not listening to his heart.

As they grew up, both their powers grew as well. Despite knowing how strong she was, Indra absolutely hated the idea of his s/o fighting or taking part in anything dangerous. As a pessimist, Indra envisioned multiple bad things happening to his s/o during a mission. The one he was extremely afraid of was of course her dying. Indra would never forgive him for letting his crush die, without ever getting the chance to confess love to her.

His fears unfortunately came true one day, when she returned to the village with her teammates, severely hurt. As soon as he saw her in that state, Indra’s mind filled with dark thoughts about killing the one who dared to hurt her s/o this bad. Of course, with a lot some intimidation and searching, he found the man who hurt her. 

“You touched and hurt what’s mine. You will experience the same pain as she did, but only 10 times harder. I will NOT let you live!” His face and clothes were covered in blood as he finished dealing with the man. Despite mercilessly torturing and killing him, Indra felt unsatisfied. He wished to bring this man back and kill him over and over, till he got that satisfaction. Of course, he did use his visual prowess, but for him it was not enough at all.  

Upon returning back home and seeing his s/o in a bed, Indra’s heart filled with more hate towards the man whom he killed not long ago. He even started to dislike her teammates, even though they also were badly injured. “Imbeciles…” He would think to himself every time he saw them.

“ I am sorry Indra-sama…We were not able to help her and..I am afraid she has lost her eyesight forever”

Indra felt his whole world crush down upon hearing the head medic speak those words. She was now…blind?  Undoubtedly, Indra carried a lot of guilt in his heart, blaming him for not being with her and letting her get hurt to the point of losing her eyesight. 

He spent his free time next to her, tending to her needs and just taking care of her. Now that she is blind, Indra would not let her off his eyesight. If he had to train some students, he asked his two strongest students to guard her and not let anyone, except the medic, go to her. He would try to finish his training soon so he could spend more time with her. 

At first his s/o loved how sweet and caring Indra was, feeling as if she was only now getting to know him and his caring side that Ashura was always talking about. Indra would feed her, keep her company and most importantly speak with her. The more she saw his kind side, the more she started to fall for him. It was a shame she lost her eyesight and could not see his handsome face, but hearing his soft voice was enough for her.

 Her feelings for him were growing day by day and one day she confessed her feelings to him. “I think I am in love with you…Indra-sama” she spoke softly, hearing her own heartbeat in her eyes. She was sure Indra would reject her or ignore her, but she was pleasantly surprised when Indra pressed his lips to hers. “I waited so long to hear those words…I've been in love with you ever since we were kids…I feel accomplished now” He spoke calmly. For both of them this was the ebay day in their lives. However, the love confession would soon enough fuel Indra’s extremely protective and even crazy side to an unbearable point

His s/o  was soon enough able to get out of the bed and was trying to get adjusted to her new life without her eyesight. It was difficult, but she managed to do it. After being able to walk with a cane, she wanted to try and get back to training after her body fully recovered. When she spoke to Indra about it, Indra was very dissatisfied with her desire. “No way. Have you lost your mind? You lost your eyesight and there is no way I am going to have you trained in this state. You should forget about your past life FOREVER. I will be always next to you and take care of you so your training is NOT needed”

She absolutely hated how Indra was constantly with her, scolding her if he noticed her trying to practice in secret. He was now overly protective, not letting her off his eyesight. His s/o was starting to regret falling for him, but she knew there was no way out of this situation. Her only solution was obeying him and not making him angry. After all, her mind was replaying his words which sounded like a treat more and more each day. 

“You belong to me…Don’t ever forget about it, darling. And if you EVER think about disobeying my words, trying to escape or get your life back, I will put a stop to it right there. I WILL NOT hold back..So be a good girl and listen to me~”

#indra otsutsuki #大筒木インドラ #otsutsuki indra #indra x reader #indra #indra otsutsuki headcanons #indra uchiha #yandere indra otsutsuki

[kazemiya]

Hiii! It was always such a delight to read your work and I was waiting for your reqs to finally open again and it did, yayy! Can I request for Kohaku, Hinata and Ibara pining for reader that is dense in their advances? And can I be 🦋 anon??? Thank you! <3

★彡 Reader that is oblivious to their advances

Characters: Kohaku, Hinata, Ibara

a/n: THIS REQUEST IS VV CUTE!! I’m glad that you enjoy my writing! Thank you for waiting so patiently for my requests to open and for requesting! Also I apologise if their ooc, Ibara feels painfully ooc. Oh and ofc you can be 🦋 anon! They’re so pretty

♡ Hinata

He tries to hint that he likes you through like subtle flirting. Kind of. It isn't pick up lines or anything too flashy though. He teases you a fair bit

Everyday, he tries to match the time that you reach school. So that he can "not so coincidentally" meet you near school, for those extra minutes to talk to you

If you come to school earlier than him, he will run to catch up to you, out of breath but still able to give you a smile

He also gives you small compliments every single day. But unfortunately you don't get the message behind any of them.

"Y/n! You look great today!" "Y/n! did you do something to your skin? it looks super good today!"

Poor Hinata. Not only do you not get the message, you also tend to pull a reverse card on him, to his dismay. "Hinata, you look really good yourself!"

Bless his heart honestly, he is trying so hard.

"Y/n!" You feel someone tap you on your shoulder. Hinata greets you with a cute little wave of his hand, the other holding on to an opened sweet drink. "Y/n. Take a sip, the drink is newly released so I don't think you've tried it before"

You accepted the drink, the slightly cold sensation against your fingertips, startly you. Gulping down a little of it and proceeding to wipe the remnants off your lips. "Well i have to go, thanks for the drink!" waving goodbye.

His eyes widens in bewilderment as you pass the drink back to him, alas another attempt failed. He stares at the opening of the bottled drink and sighs. You'll realise it soon at least he hopes.

"Aniki, if you think they will ever realise your advances, at this rate, you'll get nowhere!" Yuta shakes his head disapprovingly, he clearly has seen this scene unfold before his very eyes one too many times.

Hinata attempts to deny his brother's claims, but even he knew that no matter how many subtle hints he dropped, it still wouldn't be enough.

"Alright Yuta! We have a confession to plan!"

♡ Kohaku

Someone help Kohaku he is on the verge of giving up due to your obliviousness

He invites you to CrazyB practices, which he has never done to anyone. Ever. Even the rest of CrazyB is shocked.

Gifts you matching things quite often too! "Y/n, heres a matching flower keychain to celebrate the start of Spring!"

"Aww that's cute can I have one-" "No you may not Rinne"

Tries to seek you out during his extra time to go out like HiMERU suggested. Tried his very best to make bento like Niki taught him.

"Ok so Kohaku! You got this ok, we are rooting for you!" Niki encourages enthusiastically. Today is the day he was going to confess to you, he was so nervous he could feel the sweat droplets sliding down his back.

Kohaku nods frantically in CrazyB direction (they were all hiding behind the wall), and meets you at the spot he planned.

Once you arrived, he choked out a few words awkwardly "Please go out with me Y/n!"

You cocked your head to the side in confusion then suddenly, you slammed your first against your open palm. "Oh! Does CrazyB need me and you to go out and get something done?" Linking your arm to his, you pulled him along "C'mon Kohaku! No time to waste!"

Heaving a heavy sigh and a despondent air around him, he had no choice but to follow along. Head in his open palms, mumbling "back to the drawing board"

♡ Ibara

He is definitely a busy man but is always willing to put aside any time for you. One second, he could be tell Anzu that he is having quite the busy day.

And the next second, he sees you just down the corridor, "Y/n! is that you?" and chats up a storm.

Eden probably knows that Ibara has his eyes on you and they are either teasing him because of your obliviousness or giving him advice on how to confess (he takes all of their advice with a grain of salt).

He is also the first few to know if there is any rumours circulating about you and will always defend you first! He can think rationally about it later

He invites you on dinners regardless of whether or not its a fancy dinner at a restaurant or dinner at the office late at night. Once again I emphasise this, he hardly ever goes out of his way to invite someone to dinner like that.

"How long do you think it'll take for y/n to know that Ibara is interested in them?" Jun asked the group.

"Im giving it 3 months" Hiyori convulsed with laughter, just thinking back to all those times that Ibara advances completely flew over your head.

"Don't think so lowly of Y/n and Ibara, they have existing... potential" Nagisa attempted to defend Ibara, which caused Jun to stiffle his laughter.

"Stop it, y/n is just slow with my advances they will get understand eventually." Ibara finally spoke up in this discussion.

You knocked onto the Eden practice room door, Ibara requested for you to come meet him there. The door slides open and Ibara hands you a bag of treats. "Y/n hello! here you go"

"Woah where did you get so many treats from"

"They're just fan gifts" he replied nonchalantly.

"I don't think you should be regifting these-" a finger shushed you before you could finish your sentence. "Ibara! You should at least appreciate your fan's gifts! did you at least keep mine?" pouting a little from realisation that Ibara never takes fan gifts seriously.

"Of course I did, I kept some of them, I'm just regifting the treats I don't eat, don't worry too much about this" he softly manuvered your shoulders to face away from him and shoved you lightly away from the practice room. "Goodbye y/n! I'll meet you for dinner later"

"So whos gonna tell y/n that Ibara only kept her fan gift?" Hiyori questioned.

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Dancing With Our Hands Tied

Pairings - Tony Stark X OC Zara Malik

Premise –  Under circumstances, he could not control, Tony lost his parents, his mentor, and his best friend/former lover. Will he have to lose his love as well?

Word Count - No idea, I'm going absolutely blind on this one.

Warnings: age gap, angst, Canon-level violence, allusions to smut, mentions of blood, explosions.

a/n - Thank you @swaraleeeeeee for this amazing request about Tony and a Desi Reader!!! I am thrilled and excited to share this with everyone yayy! plus, this fic is set in the Age Of Ultron AU universe and is set on the day of Tony's party at his penthouse.

There are references to a specific Horror Series and the story is somewhat inspired by the song Dancing With Our Hands Tied by Taylor Swift. Hope y'all like it :)

Main Masterlist || Requests are open! Keep ‘em coming 😏❤

I loved you in secret

First sight, yeah, we love without reason

Oh, twenty-five years old

Oh, how were you to know, and

My, love had been frozen

Deep blue, but you painted me golden

Oh, and you held me close

Oh, how was I to know that

- (Dancing With Our Hands Tied) Taylor Swift

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Tony looked around at the party exiting the lab. The Ultron project was complete. JARVIS was now analyzing the AI while keeping an eye on it, and he had successfully convinced Bruce to be a part of it. He needed his help, and extra hands in his lab never hurt.

Now, it was time to party.

He had debated having the party downtown in some fancy hotel but what better place to get wasted than your newly renovated penthouse? He buttoned up his blazer and stepped into the crowd of guests. This brought back memories of college, sneaking out and getting wasted with people he had never met before. Maybe if he was lucky tonight, he'd get to poke at Steve and have a jolly time with Rodney.

But he froze on the stairs looking at the flashes of a familiar emerald-colored fabric in the crowd.

"Stark! There you are!" If it wasn't for Clint slapping his back, he would have walked up to her then and there, and the ruse would be up.

"I… was in the stuff, doing the lab." He babbled, trying his best not to sound obvious. Even though he could be the unafraid playboy billionaire for the entire world, she made him lose his shit. In simple words, she drove him crazy.

Clint made a disgusting face and gestured to him to come along. "You gotta meet Dr. Malik! She's Dr. Cho's colleague. She talked about some crazy biotechnology that I have no idea about but I just know you would love it so…"

He zoned out of what Clint was saying. His entire focus was on her, the smell of jasmine invading his senses. 

She was talking to Natasha and Bruce, both listening to her with rapt attention. He stood just behind her, looking at her back. Her long hair was loose, falling on her back and shoulders, and the loose end of her saree - the same one he bought her - was gracefully tucked on her shoulder, the pleats perfectly symmetrical.

"...and Dr. Cho has been kind enough to let me be a part of her latest research, based in New York." Her sweet voice was what brought him out of his trance. He couldn't believe she was here. "We are working on repairing skin cells for burn victims, a sort of regenerative process that will allow the skin to heal itself without surgery."

"Dr. Malik, I see you haven't met our host." Tony's heart did a somersault at Clint's words, panic written all over his face.

Well, this is really happening.

She turned around fully, facing him and Clint.

No matter how many times he saw her in that damn green saree with the stupid black blouse that blurred the line between decent and sensual. His mind would go blank.

And she had red lipstick on.

She was trying to give him a heart attack.

"Ah, Mister Stark. The Iron Man himself." She gave him a blinding smile, the one she had practiced and prepared for the public.

He realized she was in on it. She was fine with it.

And the ruse continues.

"Just Tony for you, Dr..." He extends his hand and she shakes it as she steps towards him.

"Zara. Zara Malik."

Tony had to fight every fiber of his being not to hold her closer. As if he was meeting her for the first time, he had to play the role.

Don't be a fool, Tony. Let's stay professional.

It was a far cry from their first meeting.

2 years ago, Mexico

Tony took a breath of relief and looked around him, smiling.

He had always made sure to give a fair share of donations to people in need. Currently, he was standing inside Stark Industries' first free medical center for orphaned children and LGBTQIA+ youth in Mexico. His mother's old friend, Miss Herrera, was willing to take over the project and assist the research students at her alma mater. And Tony was glad to help.

He heard laughter coming from the end of the hallway. Happy was close behind as he opened the doors and entered the room.

Inside was a huge room with at least twenty beds, all empty. In the middle of the room, there was a group of kids, teenagers, and even some adults hovering around a woman wearing her lab coat. Her head was buried in her notebook.

In front of her sat a kid, no older than 15, and another woman stood next to her. This woman would later become known as Dr. Helen Cho. She was rapidly speaking numbers.

His eyebrows shot up as he realized that it was a contest.

"...plus fourteen divided by six, and the entirety multiplied by Nineteen. Go!"

Both the woman and the kid scribbled like crazy in their notebooks and seconds later the kid screamed, "249!"

"It's correct." The woman spoke up, and cheers erupted all around them.

"Oh come on!" The woman competing threw up her hands, but you could hardly guess she was even upset about losing, as a huge grin was plastered on her face.

That was when she turned to him, and Tony saw Zara for the first time.

But she wasn't the only one to notice him, as the entire army of kids and teens ran to him, looking at the legendary Iron Man.

After what felt like hours of answering their endless questions, he finally got to talk to Cho and Zara.

Cho jumped on the opportunity to tell him about the research they had been doing and volunteering for the kids in their free time. She couldn’t control her excitement about meeting the legendary man behind the iron mask. Zara, on the other hand, was calm and steady. She had a pleasant face. She answered some questions for him and spoke where Cho stumbled, but otherwise remained silent. Tony admits he didn’t fall for her at that moment.

He did when she asked him out on a date. 

He was 38. She was 25.

His first reaction was, “I’m sorry, what?”

She smiled, fidgeting with her hands. “I’m sorry if I’m overstepping, but I would love to grab dinner with you sometime.”

Happy’s jaw was hanging open. And Tony was flabbergasted.

“I… Uh… I would love to, Zara Mali- Zara. Zara. Can I call you Zara?” He blinked.

She blushed, “sure, Mr. Stark.”

“Please, it’s Tony. And yeah, sure, I'll see you tomorrow night?” He smiled, fumbling with his hands as he backed out of the room, almost colliding with Happy in the process. However, he somehow made it to the elevator.

“Holy shit.” he breathed out. Happy handed him a napkin.

It was then that he realized he was sweating, his heart racing. It was the first time in a long time someone asked him out, not the other way around. He was so used to asking people out that he had completely forgotten what it felt like to be on the other end.

It felt nice.

Zara felt overwhelmed, being around people she had heard about so much that she knew like old friends. Tony would never shut up about his teammates, the latest updates that he did on their weapons and suits, and their habits that annoyed him.

Oh, Tony.

Zara knew Tony was scared for her after what happened with Pepper. After Killian's fiasco, they remained friends, but Zara understood that a part of Tony would always love Pepper. She was his first love. They had mutually agreed to keep their relationship a secret. JARVIS and Happy were the only ones who knew about her, and Rodney found out after accidentally waking in on one of their intense ‘love-making’ sessions. 

He was standing right next to her, in the charcoal suit she helped pick up. It felt weird to talk to him as she had never known him at all. It hurt him too.

His face was expressionless as he slowly sipped his champagne. He looked at her occasionally but averted his eyes as soon as someone else noticed.

Bruce spoke to her after the group had scattered to find a refill for their drinks. "I would love to hear more about this project Dr. Malik. This is promising work."

"You flatter me Dr. Banner" She spoke, “but of course, you are welcome to Seoul anytime you wish.” He smiled and strode ahead to Natasha, who was now behind the bar having a chat with Thor.

“Zara.” she smiled as she turned to Tony, “a heads up would have been great, I almost died watching you here.”

She grimaced apologetically, “Cho practically dragged me here. I denied but she was dead set on taking me as her plus one, and I tried to call you so many times today that you didn’t pick up. I’m sorry Tony I-”

He nodded with a gentle expression on his face. “I was in the lab the entire day. My phone was off. And I should be the one who is sorry. I know how horrible you must be feeling right now. I just," huffed out a laugh, “I really want to climb up this building and scream at the top of my lungs how much I love you.”

Zara tilted her head as she gazed at him. “I love you, Tony.”

“I love you too,” he smiled and raised his brows at her saree, stepped closer, and said in a low whisper, “and I can’t wait to take this off tonight.”

Her lips parted in surprise as he stepped away smirking.

“Is he bothering you?”

She jumped as she heard Rodney’s voice coming from behind her.

“holy shit, you scared me.” she laughed, and Rodney laughed along with her.

“It’s been a while,” he says, smirking, and flashes of how they met the first time involuntarily invade her mind.

She grimaced, closing her eyes, “uh, yeah, the last time we met wasn’t exactly the most ideal situation to have a chat. But nice to see you, Rhodes.”

“Chill, it’s fine. I didn’t know you had taken it public or I would have-”

“No!” she stops him before he says anything further, “uh, I’m here by coincidence. We’re still under wraps. I just want Tony to feel comfortable talking to people when he wants to.”

“Well, he’s been a bit off for a few days. Just keep close to him.”

“Will do.”

“Hey, we’re having an after-party. Cho's been invited by Thor. Wanna join?” he asks, sipping his scotch.

“Why not!”

“cool, see you around.” Rodney smiles and joins Tony at the bar.

She pulls out her phone to contact Jarvis, a desperate attempt to let Tony know she will be here longer, but she couldn’t. She tries again, but Jarvis seems unresponsive.

Tony might have put him on some sort of update.

She doesn’t think twice about it, instead opting to have a drink to calm her nerves.

All while being unaware of the fact that just meters above their heads, the AI was fighting for his life against something that would change everything.

I could've spent forever with your hands in my pockets

Picture of your face in an invisible locket

You said there was nothing in the world that could stop it

I had a bad feeling

and darling, you had turned my bed into a sacred oasis

People started talking, putting us through our paces

I knew there was no one in the world who could take it

I had a bad feeling

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One month ago, in Seoul, South Korea

"You seem tense.” Zara hummed as she caressed his chest, right where his arc reactor used to be. She scooted closer, her warm body pressing against his, as she laid her head on his shoulder.

“Thinking about this new hydra base we are attacking next week,” he replied, playing with her hair. He enjoyed doing that a lot. He would braid it sometimes, or he would just run his fingers through it. They were always so soft, and they smelled really pleasant. He smiled as he remembered once begging her to tell him how she had such crazy volume. She just shrugged and said it was genetics.

“I’m scared,” she mumbles.

“Hey,” he turns his head to her, taking her face in his hand, “I’ll be fine.” he smiles.

“I know, it’s just,” she props up on her elbow, hovering over him, “you have this thing about saving others before yourself. You think about everyone before you,” she brushes a strand of his hair. “I want you to promise me something.”

"Anything, Z," he replied.

"You'll come back. Okay, you will come back to me no matter what.” She looks at him with such concern that it breaks his heart.

“I promise, Z, I will.” he squeezes her hand.

She breathes out, “And I know you survived a wormhole in space and a psychotic Norse God but you have to do this, for me.” she smiles, a strand of her hair falling on her face.

Tony tackles her on her back, kissing her fiercely, grabbing her waist to press her tightly against him.

He can’t lose her. He won’t lose her.

But we were dancing

Dancing with our hands tied, hands tied

Yeah, we were dancing

Like it was the first time, first time

Yeah, we were dancing

Dancing with our hands tied, hands tied

Yeah, we were dancing

And I had a bad feeling

But we were dancing

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The after-party

"Are you even pulling?”

“Are you on my team?”

"Just represent! Pull!”

Zara couldn’t help but laugh as she witnessed Tony and Rodney trying to lift Mjolnir. Truthfully, it was a desperate attempt with their suit gauntlets that were almost smoking.

The champagne in their systems did not help at all. They gave up, at last, Rodney punching Tony's arm for being dragged into this mess.

And this time, instead of taking his seat, he plopped down next to her.

He rested his head on the backrest of the couch, pouting. “It’s rigged," he said.

“It’s magic,” she replied.

“Point Break is cheating.”

She laughed out loud, “no, he’s not”

As she reclines in her seat, she looks at him through hooded eyes. Her head was fuzzy even after just two drinks, and he was so close, with his tie loose, his sleeves rolled up, smiling at her. A kiss to drive him senseless was all she could think of.

He raised his hand, swaying his palm in front of her. “Dance with me?”

She took a sharp breath, watching from the corner of her eye how Clint nudged Maria to look at them.

“Are you sure?” she asked, raising her brows.

“C’mon,” he smiled, blinking at her like she was the only one in the room.

She placed her hand on his, and he pulled her to the clear space behind the couch they were sitting on.

And the speakers blasted Jessie’s Girl by Rick Springfield.

Zara laughed out loud as Tony shimmied his shoulders to the beat. She heard a hoot and saw others joining in. Bruce and Natasha danced as a couple, and Steve somehow joined Clint and Maria in a conga line.

She felt strong arms grab her waist and pull her forward, meeting her chest with Tony. Zara grabbed his shoulders as they swayed to the music. He bopped his head as he held her arm and swayed her to the music, spinning her and holding her close. 

Zara could see Natasha eyeing them suspiciously, but she didn’t care anymore. Her boyfriend smiled lovingly at her as she looked into his eyes. His cheeks were pink.

Was he blushing?

She was lost in his eyes, the feel of his hands on her waist, and the way his breath fanned her face.

She almost missed the disembodied robot coming towards them. 

It was only when she heard its chilling distorted voice and felt Tony tensed up that she realized this was not going to end well.

Tony's first instinct was to pull Zara behind him, and as soon as he realized JARVIS was gone, his grip on her hand tightened. Upon hearing his voice through the tiny speaker in its body, his mind kicked into overdrive.

So much for armor around the world.

He saw how Cap stood discreetly next to the wooden coffee table and how Thor grabbed the handle of Mjolnir.

He could feel the tension in the air as his teammates tried to buy some time before it rained down.

He had to get Zara out of here fast.

“What better way to cleanse the world than starting with the annihilation of the Avengers? And as with the battle of New York, a few collaterals like Miss Zara won’t hurt anyone.”

Tony’s entire body turned cold as soon as he heard that.

Ultron hasn’t just killed JARVIS, he also absorbed his database, including the knowledge of Zara and what she is to him.

He had only a second to look at her blood-drained face when the walls collapsed, his own robots dead set on killing them all.

That’s when a lot of things happened all at once.

Steve kicked the table as two robots flew into it.

Thor began to thrash as many as he could.

Clint and Hill started shooting, while Natasha tried to save Bruce.

Tony pushed her harshly towards the grand piano and ran towards the nearest robot.

It was chaos all around her.

She tried crawling behind it, but she met a dead end. She turned around to see Steve crash into a glass wall. Her heart raced, her body kicking into survival mode. Her eyes scanned the room for a place to hide. Her eyes followed Thor as he blasted a robot with lightning, and for a split second, she saw it. The clearing under the staircase was obstructed by a pillar in front of it.

Adrenaline took over, and she dashed towards it with all her might.

It rained glass, something was on fire, and the smell of burning wood surrounded her, but her only focus was on her goal.

And she would have made it if it wasn’t for the torso of a robot flying right in front of her.

Its arm was raised and she met the glowing palm of its hand on her face.

Zara jumped to her right, behind the couch, and onto the broken shards of glass.

HYDRA base, Sokovia.

Tony overlooked the destruction unleashed in front of his eyes.

The Chitauri army invaded, setting the planet on fire.

The Avengers lay dead on the rocks. Steve’s shield was broken, Natasha's face was bleeding, and Bruce wasn’t breathing.

He staggered back, wondering for a second about how he ended up here when he was just standing near the scepter seconds ago. His mind begged him to see if it wasn’t real.

He felt something on his leg and he looked down.

He hoped he never did, for he saw Zara on his feet.

He fell to his knees as he held her lifeless frame, her eyes closed, her face covered in blood, and a glass shard prodding out of her chest.

He screamed, shook her, and begged for her to open her eyes but she just lay there.

Dead.

Tony found Zara staggering away from the glass around her. Her hair was caked in blood, and glass wounds covered her entire right arm. He immediately held her, helping her stand up. She groaned as she got up, glancing at her right arm to see it covered in blood. And then she looked at Tony.

She held his face in her palms. "Are you okay?” Her voice was dripping with worry.

He couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped his lips. “shouldn’t I be asking you that?” his fingers ghosted over her injured temple, and he swallowed hard, his heart racing as he realized how seriously hurt she was.

“Zara I-” he started as he got interrupted by Cho, “젠장 (shit; in Koren) Zara you’re bleeding!” Zara gave her a nod as Cho let out a sigh of relief.

She then looked at him, still shocked at what had happened, and froze.

Her eyes traveled between Zara and him, and the way they were holding each other.

She opened her mouth to say something but Steve's voice interrupted her.

“Stark,” Tony turned around to see Cap standing behind them, along with the rest of the Avengers. “Care to explain what the hell was that?"

“This is roomier than my first apartment.” Cho looked around the laundry room in Tony’s penthouse.

Tony had led her there with Cho, as the others were in the adjacent conference room. He had handed them a first aid kit and was now having a shouting match with his team. Their muffled shouts could be heard from inside.

Zara had gotten rid of her saree, was wearing one of Tony’s t-shirts she found in the folded laundry and was sitting on the toilet with its lid closed. Cho knelt in front of her, cleaning her wounds.

“So, you and Stark…” she asks, dabbing her wounds with a sterile cloth.

“Yep.” she breathes out, looking at her.

“You could have told me Z.” Cho pouts, “I thought you were getting catfished when you told me about your long-distance boyfriend from New York. Did he force you to not tell anyone?”

"Helen, come on!" Zara laughed. "We mutually decided not to disclose anyone. We were taking it slow. Plus, you saw what happens when it’s discovered I’m dating Tony.”

Cho smiles, continuing to clean her wounds. “He really loves you, you know, I can tell by the way he almost cried watching you hurt.”

Zara squeezes Cho’s shoulder. "We just wanted to keep it private. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you who he was.”

“Oh it’s alright, you told me the rest” Cho laughs, “like the fact that he’s the best sex you’ve ever had?” she smirks as she rolls off her bandage.

Zara bites her cheek, desperately trying not to smile.

“Oh god! He is?” Cho exclaimed.

“I’m not going to say it.”

“It’s written on your face.”

“Helen!”

“What? I’ve known you since sophomore year Z. I could sense the sexual tension between you while we were dancing and I knew something was up.”

Zara smiled, and Helen added, “I want a tub of ice cream, masks, and a girl's night. You're gonna start from the beginning and tell me everything about dating Tony Stark.”

“Yes ma’am” she mocks saluted her, and they burst into laughter, forgetting for a minute what was happening outside the doors.

Tony rubbed his temples after the team started to depart. His mind raced at the highest speed to figure out how to handle the situation. Bruce slapped his shoulder before walking away with Natasha. Tonight had taken a toll on everyone around him.

He had to figure out how ULTRON managed to kill JARVIS and infiltrate the internet. and then he had to wipe Zara out of his database before he becomes sentient.

AI or not, he was about to outsmart him. He made him after all. 

“Tony.”

Her voice made him snap out of his trance, and he saw Zara standing next to him.

She was wearing one of his band shirts, and a pair of black sweats. The bandage on her head and the numerous cuts on her face and arms just motivated him further. She hugged him, her arms wrapping around his torso as she hid her face in the crook of his neck. He hugged her back, careful of the cuts.

“I have to return to Seoul and evacuate the labs. I’ll be back once it’s done.”

“Helen,” Zara was about to say something to her but she cut her off, “Zara, those people are under my supervision. I need to get them to safety.” she squeezed Zara’s hands, and then looked at Tony, “keep her safe.”

“Zara,” he retreated as he cupped her face, looking her in the eyes, “as much as it hurts me to say, you need to get out of here.”

“What?” her face contorted with confusion.

“He’s right.” Hill added as they turned towards her, typing furiously on her phone, “ULTRON knows who you are. And he will use you to get to stark, and the Avengers.”

He could feel her stiffen under his touch, Tony turned her face o look at him, “Z, look at me, hey,” he caressed her face, “It’s gonna be okay, Clint is gonna be with you. You’ll be completely safe at this place.”

“What about you?” she held onto his wrist, her eyes brimming with tears.

“I have to take care of this.”

“You’re going to fight this thing?” her lips trembled, and her grip tightened on his hands.

 It physically hurt him to see her about to cry, “I made him, Zara. This is my responsibility.”

Zara gulped, looking at Clint from the corner of her eye, “You remember our promise?”

“Yeah.”

“If you die, stark, I’ll kill you.” tears fell from Zaras eyes, and Tony held on to her tightly, managing to give her a sad smile..

“I love you.” he said.

“I love you more.” She hugged him tightly, and just for a second, Tony fiddled with the idea of not letting her go.

“You’ve never been on a Quinjet?” Clint asked from the control panel of the Quinjet. 

“Nope.” Zara answered with a wavered voice. It was her first time in the futuristic jet. She had listened in rapt attention about all the design advancements Tony had done on the jet one day while making breakfast. But it was less thrilling to go barelling through the sky in an aircraft known to be attacked mid air numerous times.

“It’s hard to believe Tony never took you on a joyride in this.”

She huffed out a laugh, “he tried, but I chickened out last minute.” Clint laughed out loud.

“So, where is this place?” Zara asked, clutching her body straps in a death grip.

“well,” Clint turned to her, the jet on autopilot, “Tony’s not the only one among the avengers with a secret relationship.” he smiled, confusing Zara even more.

He akes out a pack of UNO card game from his infinite pockets of his pants, “up for a game?”

I'd kiss you as the lights went out

Swaying as the room burned down

I'd hold you as the water rushes in

If I could dance with you again

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10 Days Later

When Clint mentioned a secret relationship, Zara expected a girlfriend or a boyfriend. Not a wife who was a former SHIELD agent and two kids younger than her distant cousins, not to ignore the fact that Laura was pregnant with a third. Since she met Clint’s family, they had taken her in as one of their own. At first she tried to keep her distance, given the fact that just by staying at their home she was putting them in danger too. But Cooper and Lila wanted to know everything about her job at U-GIN. And when they found out she loved horror movies, she had turned into their favourite person.

It was a sunny afternoon, and Laura and she had decided to have a small picnic on their porch. “Dr. Malik look!” Lila jumped continuously until Zara turned to her. She excitedly handed her a drawing of a butterfly, overflowing with all sorts of vibrant colors.

“It’s beautiful! Thank you, Lila.” she says, smiling as she tucked the drawing neatly inside a file.

“Lila there’s a Resident Evil re run gong on hurry!” Cooper called from inside.

Lila stood up hastily, and ran away, “don’t start without me!”

“I’m sorry if they bother you too much.” Laura says, leaning on the armchair beside her. She was subconsciously rubbing her belly, baby Nat will be here any day now.

“No, no, I love kids. Got some little cousins back home who are always a delight.” she smiles. In the past days Laura has become somewhat like her elder sister. She kept her calm for the first few days when her nerves were all over the place, and she didn’t let her lift a finger and rest while she and the kids did all the heavy work around the house. She was almost 9 months in for crying out loud.

Just then she heard a distant rumbling. A jet engine.

“oh my god! they’re here!” Laura spoke up.

Zara got up from her seat, helping Laura to get up too.

The Avengers were successful in getting The Cradle from ULTRON, taking it back to Stark Tower and making Vision. They stopped an attack on Sokovia, Vision helping them determine what was about to happen with the help of the twins. ULTRON planned on making the city fly, and make a blast so powerful that it would have wiped out all the humans on earth in one go.

Thankfully nobody got hurt, and they stopped the attack before it happened, evacuating the city and killing ULTRON.

Clint told them everything the other day, telling them that he would return soon. When Zara asked about Tony, Clint said he was busy with all the legal stuff with the government that centered around ULTRON. He said he was sorry that he couldn’t talk to you, and also told them how he hasn’t slept in two days. She almost rolled her eyes if it weren’t for all the crying she had been doing with Laura listening to their story.

The Jet was nearing, and now even Cooper and Lila were out of the house. Before either one could stop them, they ran across the field towards the fence.

The Quinjet landed just outside the fence, and out came the Avengers.

Zara helped Laura down the steps, as Clint ran to his kids. She laughed with Laura when they tackled him to the ground. Natasha followed him, and she could see Steve, Thor and Bruce making their way awkwardly towards the family.

She halted on her steps when she saw the figure descending down the stairs of the jet.

He buttoned up his blazer, taking off his sunglasses and giving her the smug smile that stole her heart in the first place.

Zara didn’t realise she was running until she was halfway through the yard. but she sped up as Tony opened his arms, jumping right into them.

He picked her up, spinning her round, laughing through the tears of reunion. He set her down as she wiped her eyes, and his too.

“Told you I’ll come back to you.” he smiled at her softly, resting his forehead against hers. She breathed him in, caressing his face, careful of the small cuts scattered across his face.

“we got matching cuts.” she laughed, pointing to the scar on her temple, and to a somewhat similar cut on his head.

He laughed along with her, holding her close and kissing her forehead in return.

He was home.

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could i put in a request? nikolai lantsov x fem!reader?

maybe where they've been best friends since like birth and end up falling in love with each other but they both are in denial?

“what? no! i wasn’t staring… i-i was looking at something behind you!”

“wow, there’s a big surprise. i think i’m going to have a heat attack and die… from surprise.”

not the same // the one you think about as you lie awake part one

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Pairing: Nikolai Lantsov x f!Reader

A/N: FRIENDS TO LOVERS IS ONE OF MY FAVOURITE TROPES ONG!! As you may have already seen, this will be a two-parter again, yayy! But I just have so many ideas for it. I already started writing the second part, and it probably will be posted tomorrow. Thank you for the request!

Summary: After being friends for almost their entire life, the reader never thought that she and Nikolai would ever be anything more than that. But after a new strange feeling settles between the two of them, they both have to learn how to deal with it.

You can find part two here!

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: Comedy, slight Angst?

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.9K

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: mention of scars, heartbreak and breakups, me overusing synonyms for the word laugh

"Niiik…" you groaned, as you plopped down on the cushioned armchair next to Nikolai's desk.

The man in question chuckled, shaking his head with a grin. He sat hunched over his desk, looking over some half-finished translations, which he definitely did not write, judging by the neat handwriting on the paper. From where you were sitting, you could see every little feature that would normally be almost unnoticeable.

You could see the subtle dark brown spectres swimming inside his glowing hazel eyes, which were currently trained on the scribbled letters in front of him. Some strands of his unruly blond hair repeatedly fell over his eyes, causing him to constantly run his hand through it. You noticed the slight crook in the once straight line that was his nose. You recalled a time when it was still normal, untouched by his time in the First Army. By the way his shirt was loosely draped over him, you could see some of the wounds he had amassed on his chest, ranging from bullet wounds to smaller cuts - all reminders that Nikolai Lantsov would not go down without a fight.

All these features weren't new to you of course. You had seen them all once before, whether you liked it or not. Being Nikolai's only true childhood friend - that was alive, that is - proved to be quite the full-time job. You were constantly busy listening to him ramble on about whatever royal duty he had to attend to or just, in general, sitting in his office and talking to prevent him from losing his mind. Of course, it also worked the other way around, you sitting next to his desk and complaining about your, rather less important, day, while he finished off some work or took a much-needed break.

Even though you two knew each other for almost your entire life, you still didn't get tired of each other, no matter how many times you liked to throw playful insults around the room. You still remembered the few years when you were barely able to see him, because of his enrolment in the First Army. You hated the helplessness of watching your best friend sail away to some unknown territory, where he would be left to his own devices. The only comfort was the letters you had constantly forced him to send you, updating you on whatever was going on in his new life as a soldier. If he forgot to send a letter, you immediately panicked, already assuming the worst, but as soon as the next letter came, all your worries dissipated. Embarrassingly enough, you kept the letters, neatly stacked in one of your cabinets. You were a quite sentimental person, so it was only logical that you would keep handwritten letters from your best friend just in case something might happen to him, wasn't it? Of course, you would never admit that to Nikolai. He would have a field day and be unable to stop teasing you until the day you die.

You were snapped out of your thoughts by Nikolai's sharp voice starting a conversation.

"What do you want, sweetheart?" he mockingly cooed, dropping his pen and leaning forward, his elbows propped up on the table.

Much to your dismay, sweetheart was his favourite nickname for you, even though he always managed to say it with the utmost sarcasm dripping off his tongue. He even called you by his weird collection of nicknames while you were in public, not caring about any suspicious glances from the people around him that didn't notice his sarcasm. Sometimes you considered punching him, futilely trying to knock some sense into his thick head. He had an image to keep up, so the last thing he needed was rumours spreading about his love life - which you were thankfully only indirectly involved in. Of course, he did flirt with you, but you knew that he wasn't being serious, that was just how Nikolai was. Everything between you was strictly platonic, and you didn't complain.

"I had a very stressful day, so I do not appreciate your sarcasm." you bemoaned, barely containing a giggle when you realized how ridiculous you sounded, venting to the future king of Ravka about your oh-so-stressful day.

He snorted, his hand flew to his mouth, trying to surpass a laugh, as he eyed you incredulously.

"Rude." you commented dryly, however, unable to stop the smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" he more or less apologized, still chuckling silently, "What was so stressful about your day, love?"

"You won't believe what I had to do today," you started, telling him about all the tiring tasks you had finished earlier, trailing off occasionally to talk about another topic, "and then Yurdai blew off the date we had planned, so you can imagine how great my day is going."

There it was. Nikolai's famous frown that you knew all too well. Yurdai and you had been in a relationship for quite a few months now, and currently, dating him felt rather like a chore than anything else. He barely spent time with you anymore, even ignoring you for certain periods of time. You weren't even sure if you still wanted to be in this relationship, but your parents really liked him, and you didn't feel like disappointing them with a breakup. And he wasn't that bad. You had made some nice memories with him after all. Nikolai, however, hated him with a burning passion. You had no idea why he hated him so much - he probably didn't either - but whenever you brought him up, he always had the worst mood. Whenever you came to him for supposed relationship advice, he would, at least once, try to suggest dumping him.

“I can’t believe you’re still dating him.” he groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose, whilst looking at you like a concerned parent, “You should’ve dumped that pain in the ass after the first time he started neglecting you.”

“He doesn’t neglect me, Nikolai.” you giggled, not truly believing what you were saying yourself, “Things just happen, and it’s absolutely normal to take a bit of time for yourself.”

“Y/N, trust me-”

“That’s where the first problem appears.”

“No, really, listen. He is an ass, and I dislike that you can’t see that. If you don’t do something about it now, it won’t end well.” he urged, a sudden sombre nature to his voice.

“When have you become such a mother hen, Lantsov?” you asked, feeling like his worry went just a bit over the top.

“I’m not a mother hen, I just don’t think that this is good for you. He is just such a-”

“Nik, are we seriously about to have this conversation again?”

“Yes, and we will keep having it until you realize that I’m right, and you’re dense.” he said bitterly, his mouth pressed into a straight line.

“Alright, alright, I’ll think about it later.” you tried to appease the blond man in front of you, whose face was still pushed into a frown.

“I’ve known you for almost the entirety of my life now, so I can tell when you’re lying.” he stated, playing with the pen in his fingers, “I’m just asking you to be careful. I won’t be the shoulder to cry on.”

“It’s alright, I won’t come running into your arms, after a breakup. You don’t need to worry about that.” you answered, your gaze desperately trying to find something else to latch onto, “What are you doing, by the way? Living your dream as an official translator?”

He caught your effort to change the subject, so he begrudgingly gave in, still not too happy with your mindset towards Yurdai.

“Tolya started translating this document because he knows that I’ll need it soon, but I sent him off to help Tamar for a while, which is why he can’t finish this translation. And now I'm stuck translating a language I don't properly speak.” he sighed, letting the pen drop again.

“And the only person you thought of to continue that job was you?” you grinned deviously, knowing that his Shu was rather questionable,

“Who would you suggest then?”

“I don’t know, maybe the person standing right in front of you? Do you not remember all the many times I’ve complained about the grammar to you?” you asked, seeing him lean his head on his hands.

“No, I do know that you can speak Shu, but I didn’t want to bother you, while you were on a date with that-”

“Don’t start that again.” you warned, your pointer finger flying up in the air.

“Okay, okay, I just didn’t want to stop you from going out. But I just can’t get through this damn text! It’s just so weirdly phrased. And don’t even get me started on all the weird sentence structures.”

You laughed, standing up from your armchair before you walked over to his side. You leaned against his chair, your head able to look over his shoulder and on the paper. Without another word, you took the pen, starting to look over Tolya’s text and Nikolai’s futile attempt at a text, correcting grammar or translation errors.

“What exactly are you doing?” he inquired, acting as if you were doing something completely foreign to him, his face dangerously close to yours.

“What does it look like I’m doing? My date is not obviously happening, so I’m helping you. You don’t have that much left to translate, and if we can get it done faster - and better - together, why not?”

He didn’t answer, just nodding in agreement, with a content smile on his face.

The longer you were next to him, the weirder it got. Suddenly, it felt like you were way too close to him, your bodies were touching, and you could feel his body warmth against yours, even through the layers dividing you. His warm breath hit yours occasionally, as the two of you silently worked next to each other. It wasn’t like you hadn’t been in the same situation many times before, closeness wasn’t an unfamiliar thing for the two of you. But at this moment, it just felt different.

You were propped up on the armrest of his chair, leaning forwards slightly - so did he - when you felt his breath fanning against your neck. When it didn’t seem to go away, you turned your head, directly staring into his eyes. It caught him off guard, since his eyes immediately met yours, a thousand thoughts roaming around his head.

“Are you going to do some actual work, or are you just going to continue staring at me?” you joked, trying to ease the tension without much success.

"What? No! I wasn’t staring at you… I-I was just looking at something behind you!” he muttered, his cheeks flushing in an uncommon pink, whilst he clumsily reached for a notebook on the stack close to you.

This disturbed you a bit. Nikolai Lantsov didn't blush. Not even in the slightest. He was way too well versed in flirting and way too careless to take such a statement as genuine flattery. And it's not like you didn't flirt with each other normally.

"Of course, Nik. If you say so." you bumped his shoulder with yours, continuing to write down the last few translated sentences.

"That's it!" you exclaimed happily, as you took a final look over the document only a few minutes later.

"Finally." he sighed, leaning back in his chair, whilst running a shaky hand through his hair.

"It's late," you said, as you took a look at the brooding darkness that greeted you through the window, "I'm going to bed, and you should too. You're separately in need of some good beauty sleep."

He nodded, a sleepy expression falling over his face as he watched you stand up and walk towards the door.

"Good night, Y/N." he called before you reached the door, giving you a tired grin, "And also, thank you for helping me, sweetheart."

You only laughed in response, also wishing him a good night before leaving the room, a strange feeling settling in your stomach.

This feeling didn't seem to go away during the next few weeks. It clouded every conversation, every interaction, you and Nikolai had with each other, and it drove you insane.

Nikolai had to suffer through a similar fate. When you sat so close to him in the sitting room, bodies touching and breaths meeting, something shifted inside of him, putting thoughts into his mind, that he didn't particularly like. He had tried his best to shake them off, but nothing ever truly worked, no matter how much he tried to play it off. You were his best friend since childhood, nothing more, nothing less. At least that was what he tried to tell himself.

When he hadn't seen you for almost three whole days without any notice, he pushed these thoughts aside, worry being stronger than anything else.

After he finished his work for the day, he made it his task to go check in on you. His first few knocks went unanswered, making his stomach drop. But when he heard slight shuffling from behind the door, he tried again.

"Y/N, are you in there? It's me, Nikolai." he asked cautiously, genuinely wanting to know what was going on.

"No." your tired voice sounded, muffled by the door between you.

He sighed in relief. Good. You weren't dead. Bad. You probably weren't in a good state either.

"Are you alright? I came to check in on you. Do you mind if I come in?" he tried again, his hand on the door handle, already putting a bit of pressure on it.

You didn't answer.

"I'm coming in now, so you better be dressed." he joked before he entered your gloomy room.

He paused for a moment after closing the door behind him. You seemed to be unharmed, as far as he could tell with the majority of your body being hidden by blankets, but you still looked like a complete wreck. Hair in disarray, blotchy eyes, and a few tears sliding over your cheeks.

Something happened.

"Saints, Y/N, is everything alright?" he asked, walking over to your bed to sit next to you.

You gave him an incredulous look after that question.

"Of course, everything's perfectly fine! I just like crying my eyes out, nothing more." you sniffled bitterly.

"Stupid question, got it." Nikolai said as he sat down on the space next to you, unsure of what gesture would be appropriate, "Next try. What happened?"

"That bastard broke up with me."

He wanted to say that he told you so, but this would've probably ended up with you killing him and dumping his body in a close-by river. So he just scooted closed to you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders, effectively pulling you into his embrace.

You started to sob silently into his arms, shivering slightly as he traced small symbols and figures on your back.

It felt weird, sobbing on his shirt, whilst he did these small affectionate gestures for you. If that evening in his office wasn't already breaching the border from being platonic, this was smashing them.

He wanted to say something comforting, something that would be able to calm your breathing or make you stop crying, but he knew that he couldn't say anything, that wouldn't make the situation worse. So he decided to just stay silent, only continuing to hold you.

When you finally pulled away, So he almost felt sad. Hugging was normal, but a hug this long - this close - definitely wasn't.

"Thank you." you sniffed, wiping away the last few tears, "Even though, I thought you said that you weren't going to be my shoulder to cry on."

"Dire means lead to dire measures."

It felt embarrassing. You looked like a complete mess and just finished crying on his shirt, leaving a huge stain on it.

"Sorry about your shirt." you apologized, not being able to look into his eyes properly.

Nikolai looked down, almost stifling a laugh when he realized what you were talking about.

"It's wet, not dirty." he said, getting back into his cocky personality, "And it's a small price to pay for knowing that you're alright."

Shit. That sounded way too sentimental.

"I am alright now. Thank you, Nik, really." you assured, trying your best to pull yourself together again.

"He's a bastard. I knew it." Nikolai started, suddenly changing his demeanour from comforting to agitated.

"He truly is." you agreed this time, "He didn't even give me a reason!"

"He doesn't have one, he's just a massive dick."

You chuckled, now quite happy by his hate towards your ex.

"I think he was cheating on me, but he was too much of a pussy to say it to my face."

"Be glad, the trash just took itself out. I told you that you are just way too good for him."

"You told me he's an ass." you corrected, feeling challenged by the phrasing of his prior sentence.

"Same thing!"

He was glad to see you laughing again, the previous weight was lifted off his heart, immediately replaced by that original strange emotion that had plagued him after you had left his office.

Maybe this feeling wouldn't go away as quickly as you both had hoped.

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