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changbinsboiledegg · 6 months

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pls do catch-ups for sunoo and jw 🙏

Okay lovely, I’m gonna use your ask for this lol 🫶 thank you for your request :) A bit late but I hope you enjoy!

MDNI!!!!!!!!!

Warnings: thigh riding kink, praise kink, hickeys, making out, smut or suggestive, not sure which to label this as???

Note: obviously if you’re uncomfy with these kinds of topics, don’t read! Anyways, if no one has told you today, ily! 🫶

Linking the Hyung line versions for those of you who haven’t seen them.

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Thigh riding kink (Hyung line post)

Sunoo

“Almost done already?” Sunoo’s whisper in your ear sent shivers down your spine as you moved your hips faster against his thigh, creating a damp spot on the fabric of his jeans.

“Mmhmm…” you were a mess and he knew this. Sunoo’s hands caressed your hips, waist, and back as he allowed you to ride his thigh, coming undone with each moan that slipped through your lips.

“Next time, we can do more.” Sunoo smiled, watching your facial expressions. You knew you needed to hurry so he wouldn't be late to his dance practice before their concert, but you didn't care at the moment, feeling way too good to even want it to end.

Jungwon

You were pinned against the wall with Jungwon’s thigh between your legs after you had spent the evening full of tension with him.

He waited until you two were going to be 100% alone, pressing you against the wall and crashing his lips to yours.

He was unaware of your thigh riding kink until his thigh was between your legs and the soft whimper you let out upon contact.

“Is there a reason you're so needy tonight?” Jungwon asked, pecking your jaw next to your ear.

“No…” You were at a loss for words, slightly rubbing yourself against his thigh. He chuckled as his hands slid down to your hips, moving you against his thigh.

“No? Because I think I know the reason now.”

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Praise kink (Hyung Line post)

Sunoo

“You’re so perfect. Always so amazing to me.” Sunoo praised, tracing the skin on your arm, giving you a fond look.

“Hey, you are perfect too. You always sound so pretty with the sounds you make.” You praised him back, knowing he loved it too.

Sunoo felt his cheeks heat up, and the desire that was there moment prior, had risen back up.

“Wow…” He breathed out, a smile painting his face prettily. You found yourself smiling with him, your thumb gently rubbing against his cheek.

“Always such a good boy, huh?” you knew what you were doing, but so did he.

Jungwon

He’s always praising you, not knowing how much it turns you on hearing him simply appreciate you.

That didn’t stop him when he did find out though.

“My angel, you make me so proud.” Jungwon came up behind you, whispering in your ear while out at a party together.

He knew what saying that would get you going, and he was correct, watching you slightly squirm, trying to keep yourself together.

“You’re so good at pretending you don’t want me.” He winked, still whispering so no one near could hear him.

You fought hard, trying not to melt at his words.

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Hickeys (Reader giving) (Hyung Line post)

Sunoo

The moment you mentioned wanting to give him a hickey, he’d be on board, wanting you to mark him up.

Little did you know, he already had an excuse planned for if, and when, someone noticed the marks and asked about them.

“How many should I give you?” You asked after the first hickey was left on his neck. Sunoo thought for a few seconds, a slight smirk on his face.

“Keep going until you feel like it’s enough. I'm all yours.” Sunoo’s smirk grew, giving you full reign of his skin.

The next day, with a ton of hickeys on his body, he had used markers and different colors of eyeshadow and eyeliner to draw around them, making them look like a form of art— even if it was strange for him to suddenly draw on his body.

No one suspected a thing when the makeup artists and Sunoo himself tried to wash and wipe off the marker and makeup, thinking the hickeys were caused by smears and how rough they needed to wiped the makeup off.

Jungwon

“Anything for you.” Jungwon always said when you asked for something, no matter what it was.

Even giving him a hickey, he let you. But just one, which was fine by you because you didn't feel the need to mark him multiple times for your first time with him.

Just one, and it was on the crook of his neck, not too big, but definitely not small. Even his hoodie couldn't hide it completely.

“Wow.” Jungwon looked at it in the mirror later. It was right before the guys were going to meet up with him and right after you left. His heart started to race, a mixture of the memories from when he was receiving the hickey and the slight panic from knowing the guys would see it if they looked at him too long.

“This is going to be fun.” Jungwon nervously thought to himself, hearing the doorbell ring.

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Hickeys (Idol! Reader receiving) (Hyung Line post)

Sunoo

The hickey he gave you was an accident. He intended to kiss your neck. He intended to suck on your neck after each kiss.

But he didn't mean to suck hard enough to leave a sizeable hickey in it’s wake.

“Sunoo…” you were staring at it through your phone camera, shocked that he did this in the first place. “I don’t have makeup with me right now!”

Sunoo was confused at first on why you were worried about makeup, but as he got closer to you, he saw his mark.

“Do you need makeup?” He asked, wondering where and why you would need it right away. You put your phone down, looking at him.

“I have a photo shoot in ten minutes!” You crossed your arms. Sunoo laughed a little to relieve any tension, “then why didn't you tell me?”

Jungwon

“I am so so sorry!” Jungwon wasn't sorry about giving you the hickey.

He was sorry that it got you in trouble with your manager. If he could, he'd give you more and he wouldn't care he saw.

But this was your career and he didn't want you to get in trouble, whether it risked your career or not. He certainly didn't want your manager to force you to breakup with him.

“Don’t worry, he’ll get over it.” You reassured Jungwon, who seemed more panicked than you about getting you in trouble. The hickey was covered in makeup so skillfully that it was almost as if it was never there.

“But you were talking to him for a while, are you sure?” Jungwon asked, the worry was evident in his tone.

You cupped his cheeks and kissed him, easing his worries, “I'm sure. My manager isn't strict like that. He just doesn't want me getting caught in a scandal.”

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Favorite body parts on their partner (Hyung Line post)

Sunoo

SFW: okay, as weird as this sounds, I think his favorite would be your nose. Like Jay, I think he’s a nose booper too, except more intense. Bops your nose (softly & with care) with his lips, finger, stuffed animals, even got to the point where he has to catch you off guard because you’ve started to block his attempts to touch your nose in any way. He just loves the shape and thinks it’s very cute regardless of your feelings about your nose.

NSFW: fingers. Hands down. (No pun intended?) if we’re head canoning rn, he strikes me as a finger sucker. I'm sorry, I see him as a sub, like y’all would have to provide hard evidence otherwise. Back to your fingers, catch them in his mouth while he’s looking up at you, waiting for the next move. Alternatively, he loves the feel of your fingers on him and how pretty they look needily touching him.

Jungwon

SFW: Arms. Arms. Arms. He loves your arms around him, holding him, hugging him, he just loves your arms. He feels his safe place is in your arms and always looks forward to feeling them around him. Every time he thinks of you, his thoughts always center around the feeling of how you held him and the words you two spoke while he was in your arms. (Take a shot for how many times I’ve said ‘arms’ lmao)

NSFW: Alright, my immediate thought when thinking of what his favorite body part of yours is was hips. Out in public? His arms are around/ resting on your hips. In private? Hands. On your hips. :). Y’all know the drill, he’d be pretty handsy when it comes to your hips. It’s his favorite part to grip because it keeps you in place while you’re squirming too much :))))) BYE.

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Note 2: I’m sorry, if we‘re still head canoning rn, I would like to say I believe Sunoo has/would have a praise kink too. Like y’all can’t convince me otherwise unless you provide solid evidence.

Tagging: @peonywon

#enhypen smut #enha smut #enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen hard hours #enhypen sunoo smut #enhypen jungwon smut #enhypen x reader #enha x reader

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ask-the-bone-boys · 4 months

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ATBB's Future

Hiiii y'all, its uh. been a minute huh

Now that it's been a bit over a year since I put this blog on hiatus, a loootta stuff has happened and changed and i've been doing a loootttta thinking!

Looking back on it, like really really looking, my biggest reason for the hiatus was that at some point the blog just kinda became more of a chore than something I wanted to work on for fun. Ask blogs are a lot of work, even when you're just using talking portraits rather than drawing out every individual answer, and with how much ask culture on tumblr has died out over the years there just wasn't really enough payoff to make it feel worthwhile to keep burning myself out.

I think it's a really good thing I stopped it when I did, because having to deal with all that in my senior year of high school would have been a nightmare. I've actually just finished up my first semester of college now, and there's no way in hell I would've been able to keep up at any rate! With all of this in mind, I've gained a newer perspective about how to approach things going forward.

I'm still really attached to this story. With how much time I've spent thinking about it and developing it in my head, I can't let it go, even if the blog isn't really working out anymore. I keep thinking of different ways I could fix the decisions I made early on, as well as the super cool directions I could take it in in the future, and I just. I GOTTA.

So, I've decided to reboot it entirely as a fic series!

This means that, unfortunately, there won't be nearly as much artwork to accompany it, but it's far more likely for the story to actually progress! Writing is way less draining for me and once I get going I can do it much quicker than art anyway, even though I do still sorta wish I had the spoons to just turn it into a full-blown webcomic instead haha

This DOES mean that updates won't be nearly as linear as they were here, seeing as right now I've mostly been working on backstory fics that took place before the blog's main story, but that can at least give you guys more context for how the characters interact with each other! I'll also state that while I do write faster than I draw, I still do it a hell of a lot less, so updates will still probably be pretty infrequent. But at least they'll happen at all, right?

As for the state of this blog itself, obviously I'm going to leave it up! I still love looking back on the old interactions you guys had with my characters and your reactions to certain plot points (your reactions to Fluff tagging along with the rest of the group were my favorite by far) and I think it would actually kill me to erase them. I'll be posting the fic updates here too, just like I did for Self Hatred!

And even if it's not going to be an ask blog anymore, because of how much I still miss that kind of interaction with you guys, I think I want to do a sort of "last hurrah" event, to finally send off the asking format with some good vibes.

You see, there's a character I made up around this time of year two years ago. He's a pretty cool guy, but he doesn't actually show up until a specific turning point later in the story. I've been excited for you guys to talk to him since the day I made him, but a little bummed lately that you may not ever get the chance. I still need to get a lot of stuff prepared, so I'm not quite ready to announce or start anything just yet, but there's a reason I waited until my winter break to start thinking about this seriously.

I think you guys would really like to meet him.

But anyway, that's about all I wanted to say for now! This is a very long post already so it's time I start wrapping it up. As always, thank you all so much for sticking with me, even though I really haven't been consistent through the years. I hope this change doesn't come as too much of a disappointment, and that you'll keep sticking around for the reboot!

#LONG ass post sorry guys but i wanted to cover all my bases 😌#ooc #actually i think im gonna add the bone boys tag too just to make things less confusing for any chrono readers #bone boys #i might post some sneak peeks of my current wips a bit later just to prove i AM actually working on it lol #woulda put it here but its wayyyyyyyy too long n i didn't wanna add a cut 😔#i hope you guys can get excited about the send off event tho... it probably wont last longer than a month but i think itll be rlly cool :>

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secretkittywolf · 4 months

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High Life

Chapter 4

Cleo collapses onto the velvet chaise couch. It is a shade of red; burgundy, they assume. "So why exactly did you lie to me back there?" Asks Ren. "L- Lie?! What are you on about?" "Cleo, I'm a dog hybrid, remember? I can tell that you're lying by your scent" "Oh... Right. Well yes. I did lie. You see, Pearl nearly punched me because I stopped her forcing Gem to dance, since it was making her uncomfortable" They admit. "I see... An enemy on the first day, huh?" He chuckles. "Yeah... Looks like we are" the atmosphere grows quiet as the only sound that can be needed is the crackle of the nearby fire. "You got a fireplace?!" Ren looks up. "You dont?" "No I don't! I didn't even notice until now!" "You literally watched me light it!" "Did I?" "Yes!" The two look at each other before laughing.

"I'm such an idiot" she chuckles as Ren grins, tail wagging. They sigh, looking out of the window. The city was lit up and it looked mesmerising. "Hey, fancy staying the night?" He offers the zombie. "Sure. I'd like the company" Cleo undid her bun, letting their hair flow down their back. Ren gets up and bids Cleo a goodnight before heading to the suite. She sighs, taking off her tie, coat and shoes. They walk over and draw the curtains close before grabbing a blanket off the side of the couch and lying down. Even though, they don't need to sleep, it's sometimes quite nice and it relaxed her. They shut their eyes and the room was filled with crackles from the fire and Ren's snoring, which didn't bother Cleo.

Outside, Scar, Grian, Skizz, Pearl, Gem and Scott bid their goodbyes to Martyn and start heading to their penthouses. "Hey" "What?" "Is the moon big?" "......... That's it. I'm going to bed" "Wait Grian!" Calls out Scar. "Nope. We're not doing this again, goodnight Scar!" Grian begins to walk faster. Huffing with annoyance, Scar goes after him, limping closer to the avian. "Grian!" "No. Go away, Scar. I'm heading to bed" "But Grian-" "What?!" He turns, puffing out his chest and flapping his wings. "But doesn't it look slightly bigger?" Grian gives up and looks. "It's the same, Scar. This isn't season 8 okay? Now, goodnight" The parrot hybrid opens his wings and takes off into the night sky. Scar watches as he gets smaller and smaller. "Welp. Worth a shot. Night guys!" Scar waves goodnight to the other and heads to his penthouse as the sound of his came clicking gets quieter and quieter. "Does anyone know what that was about?" Asks Scott, breaking the silence. "I don't fancy talking about it. Night!" Replies Pearl, walking away. "Night guys. I'll talk about it with you tomorrow Scott, okay?" "Yeah that's fine, Gem. You okay though?" Gem hugs herself.

"I'm okay Scott. Anyways night you two!" She smiles and waves. Skizz and Scott stood in awkward silence for a bit as they watch Gem leave. "So" "So..." The two look at each other. "Would you like me to walk you home?" Skizz offers. "Sure... I guess" The two start walking, the air around them getting thicker due to how uncomfortable this all was. "Are you sure that you're okay, Scott?" "Not this again" "I- It's just that earlier I-" Scott rolls his eyes and kisses Skizz. The angel was taken aback, but returns the kiss. "Everything's fine, okay. You've got nothing to worry about" Scott says softly, after breaking the kiss. "Promise?" "I promise" Skizz smiles at Scott, brushing a strand of hair out of his boyfriends face. The two continue walking in less awkward silence as Scott stopped outside a building. "Night Skizz" "Night. I love you" Scott 's eyes widen slightly. "I love you too, Skizz" He heads inside. Despite saying "I love you" back, Skizz couldn't help but feeling that Scott didn't mean it.

Back at Ren's penthouse, Cleo shifts on the couch, turning to their side. Ren also moves as a figure appears at the window. They slowly open it and climb in. They stand over Ren as he senses that someone's watching him. He opens his eyes and gasps as a gunshot rings out. Cleo jumps with a start, fully awake. "Ren?! REN!" Loud clatters come from Ren's room as a couple more gunshots could be heard. The suite door bursts open as Ren runs over to Cleo. "Cleo, I need you to leave now" "Ren-" "There's no time! Please go" The cloaked figure picks up a lamp and launches it at the two. Ren grabs it before it hits them and throws it back. It misses, hitting and breaking against the wall behind the figure. Cleo scrambles and grabs her stuff, places it into their inventory, before heading to the doorway. The figure noticed and blocks the exit. Cleo frowns before punching them but they grab a hold of their hand. She uses her free hand to pull down the hood. They gasps as Doc glares.

"Get off her! They're not a part of this and you know it!" Ren and Doc start to fight each other as Cleo can only watch in shock. Doc grabs his gun again, aiming at Ren but the dog hybrid, grabs a hold it and throws it aside. Doc shoves Ren and he smirks, watching him tumble back and off the couch. Ren stares at the fire before grabbing a log. He gets up quickly and used it as a weapon. Doc grabs a hold of it with his metal arm before throwing them both onto the couch. "You know I have to do this" "But why now?" "It's better to get this over and done with" They wrestle and the burning log falls from Doc's grasp and onto the couch as the two roll off and hit the floor. It's immediately engulfed in flames. "My couch!" Ren received a punch to the face and he shoved Doc off, scrambling over to Cleo. He's down to five hearts as the fire starts to spread. Doc's eye widens as he turns and jumps out of the window. "We need to leave!" The two run to the bubble elevator and head down. Soon enough, the top of the building is fully on fire as they make it out safely.

Helicopter blades are soon heard as Grian flies it over the building, dropping a large amount of water over it. He knew that adding a fire station would be not only realistic, but also handy. It flies away as both Ren and Cleo hold on to each other. "What was that about?!" "Ren! Cleo!" They turn to see everyone running towards them. "What happened?" "Doc" says Ren. Bdubs frowns. He understood the situation. Cleo hugs Scott. Their shaken figure holds him close. "You want to stay at mine?" "Bdubs, it won't be safe-" "But it would be better. Plus it will make planning a whole lot easier" Ren sighs and nods before making his way over to Cleo. "Hey" She hugs him. "It's okay now. Go home or stay with Scott" "What about you?" "Bdubs has offered me a couch to sleep on" They smile and takes Scott's hand and head home. The others soon leave, talking about what just happened. "Ready to go?" Ren looks at his building. Smoke fills the sky as the whole penthouse was burnt down. "Yeah. I'm ready" As the two walk, Ren pulls out his book and looks over his backstory.

"You and Bdubs are hitmen, hired to kill Doc and Etho by an unknown player. You four have been going back and forth, neither of you have succeeded in taking them out.

Your motive? Kill either Doc or Etho"

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A longer one but I definitely had fun writing this! Doc & Etho have the same task as Ren & Bdubs but they have to kill the other two. A slight Scott/Skizz cute moment! Also ship name ideas are welcome cause I got nothing

Also link to my pinned post if you want to read the ao3 version or the first part of you see this first!

#grian #trafficblr #scott smajor #mr goodtimes #you are not immune to the goodtimes #3rd life #double life #limited life #secret life smp #rendog #zombiecleo #geminitay #pearlescentmoon #skizzleman #angel skizzleman #docm77 #bdubbleo100 #bdubs #High Life

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markxmelon · 1 year

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Parings: Mafia!Yuta x Innocent!Y/n

Pronouns: She/Her

Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst(?), Mafia

Warnings: Curse words, blood, Yuta gets beat up, kidnapping, guns, gang violence, let me know if I missed anything

Word Count: 1.3k

The warnings makes it sound more interesting than it is but I hope y’all like it!

Yuta sits on a toilet lid while y/n stood in between his legs, tending to his wounds. Yuta can sense his girlfriend's disappointment. The pout on her face says it all. He knows that she hates his line of work now, but what else can he do? Once you're a part of a mafia, you're in it for life.

When y/n finished adding the bandages, Yuta placed one hand on y/n's waist and the other on her cheek. She leans into the warmth of his hand. Yuta looks in awe at his beautiful love. How was I able to have someone so ethereal to be mine? He thought to himself.

"I'm sorry." He says lightly, "I know I make you so worried about me. If I could leave the crew I would. You know that right?" Y/n nods. Yuta sighs, "How about I make tomorrow about us? I'll order us some take out and we can watch movies and play video games all day. Sounds fun right?" This brings a huge smile to y/n's face. She quietly responds, "I would really like that."

"No, Yuta! You cheated!" Y/n accuses as she threw her controller down. "You cheated on the last game!" Yuta fights back. "NO I DIDN'T!!" "Button mashing is cheating in my book honey!" "Whatever..." Y/n pouts and crosses her arms. Yuta rolls his eyes, "Fine you big baby, I cheated. I'll buy you an ice cream from the convenience store." Y/n cheers with a cute smile on her face. Yuta chuckles at his child like girlfriend.

They left their home in their pajamas, not really caring about who sees them as they walk to the closest store. As soon as they make it into the store, Y/n rushes to the ice cream and almost trips over her own bunny slipper. "Hey! Be careful." Yuta laughs. Y/n thinks deeply about what ice cream to get. She finally chooses the one with vanilla and chocolate swirled together. "Yuta I want this one!" Silence. Y/n turns around confused. "Yuta?" He was no where to be seen. Before she could call out to him again, she feels an intense pain on the back of her head. Within seconds she sees nothing but darkness.

Y/n wakes up in a daze. The back of her head throbbing, but the only thing she's worried about is Yuta. Where is he?

Yuta fights against the ropes that bounded him. "I told you that you can't escape." A man states with an annoyed look on his face. Yuta stops struggling and looks at the man. "Who are you?" No answer. "Why are you doing this?" The man sighs at the question, "Your cute little gang owes me something." "What do they owe you?" "They know exactly what they owe. Maybe them getting a video of their precious member all beaten and tied up would make them work faster to give me what I want." The man gestures to the other men in the room. They move toward Yuta and start to beat him up. They punched him, kicked him, slammed his head to the ground, anything to make him draw blood. Soon the man told his goons to stop. He takes his phone out and starts recording Yuta.

"Poor guy. If only his friends just did what they were told. Tsk tsk tsk. What would make this all stop? Hmmm...oh I know!" The man turns the camera to himself. "Give me what I want or I would hurt him more." The man pauses, "Actually, I don't think I can hurt him more than I already have. New proposition, you have 1 hour to get here before I hurt his precious lady friend." Yuta's pain went numb at the mention of y/n.

"No...please..." He weakly lets out. The man just chuckles. "How cute. She's an adorable girl, isn't she? Her innocent bunny slippers. Would be a shame to see a bruise on such a soft face, huh? Anyways, get here when you can!" He sends the video to Yuta's boss, Taeyong. "See you in an hour, Yuta." The man walks out of the room, his goons following behind.

Yuta doesn't even care that he's going in and out of consciousness. He just wants to know if y/n is okay. Where is she?

Y/n sits with her knees brought up to her chest. She's been trapped in a dark room for who knows how long. She tried to open the door earlier but it was locked. She gave up a while ago and just sat in a corner.

BANG

Y/n jumps. Something just hit the door of the room she's in.

BANG BANG BANG

The door burst open. "Y/n?" "Mark?" "Guys I found y/n!"

The rest of the NCT 127 members, excluding Yuta, show up in the room. Y/n gives the closest member, Mark, a hug. That's when she realizes something. "Where's Yuta?" The members look at each other. "We haven't found him yet...we were kinda hoping you would know where he is." Taeyong answers. "Oh no..." Y/n starts to panic. "Hey don't worry we'll find him!" Taeil reassures her. "Yeah we can split up and look for him. Um...here y/n take this gun and search the hallway." Taeyong says. Without really thinking, y/n snatches the gun from Taeyong's hand then rushes out of the room.

Yuta tries to sit up multiple times, but he's too weak. Come on Yuta...we need to see if y/n is okay... He tries again then falls back down. He groans in pain. He was about to give up when he heard the sweetest sound known to man. "Yuta? Yuta are you in there?" She's okay? She's okay! He musters up all his strength to say, "I'm in here..." "Okay honey hang on!" y/n started to kick the door with all her might. Freaking bunny slippers. With a few more intense kicks, the door burst open. These doors are way too weak. Y/n runs to Yuta. She puts his face in her hands. "I should kill them for hurting you like this." Yuta lets out a weak chuckle. Y/n smiles slightly and starts to untie Yuta's hands and legs. She wraps his arm around her shoulders and her free arm around his waist. "Okay baby let's get out of here.”

Y/n and Yuta walk through many halls trying to find an exit, but no luck. Eventually they saw something. Sadly it wasn't an exit. It was Haechan. The man that caused all of this had his gun pointed at him. The man's goons were on the ground with bullet wounds. His back was faced towards them. Haechan sees the two, but tried not to look at them for long so the man wouldn't notice them. By the way that Yuta was looking at him, y/n knew for sure that that was the man who did this to them. "Where's your group now Haechan? They left without you? How sad. Maybe if you just did what you promised then this wouldn't be happening." The man scowls. "We didn't promise anything!" "Tsk. You really should learn how to keep your word Haechan. Now I'll have to kill you." The man turns the gun's safety off and was about to shoot Haechan when he heard someone speak. "Not on my watch, bitch." Y/n shoots the guy on the back of his head. Yuta and Haechan are in shock. The members came running in that direction after hearing the gunshot. They looked at y/n with wide eyes because she still had her gun raised. She looked so cool.

On the car ride to the NCT 127 safe place, y/n couldn't stop talking about what happened. "Yuta did you see me? The guy was all like 'don't break your promises' and Haechan was like 'wahhh don't shoot me' and I was like 'not on my watch, bitch' and the guy was all like 'ndihnfuinawebbdd'. Yuta I cursed AND shot a man! Didn't I look cool?!" The guys smile at y/n's cute excitement. "Yes darling, I saw." Yuta says with a chuckle. "What a rush! Yuta we'll be like Bonnie and Clyde!" Y/n rambles for the rest of the car ride, making the guys laugh and less tense after what all went down. Yuta stares at his love and can't help but think, that's my bunny slipper hero.

#nct yuta #nakamoto yuta #mafia!yuta #Yuta #yuta x reader #kpop x reader #Kpop #kpop imagines #yuta fluff #nct x reader #nct #nct 127 #nct imagines

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izumi-fanclub · 1 year

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A3! Translation: Chikage Utsuki SSR Card “Dear My Moon” [ Twinkle Sign ]

Work pilled up for Chikage while he was busy for the 10th play. How will he handle this?

Part 1

Chikage

…

*Phone buzzes*

Chikage

… Understood. Will keep monitoring.

…

*Phone notification*

Chikage

Tsk, this again… pushing everything on me.

(I’ve been putting both of my jobs on the backlog to focus on the show… it takes time to handle work when it piles up this much.)

(I wonder, is there a way to clear this all up——)

(Hands move faster when you’re actively thinking about it.)

Hisoka

… Welcome back.

Chikage

I’m home. You still on your shift?

Hisoka

We ran out of seasonings at the bar, so I came to the dorm to borrow some.

Chikage

You’re taking your job more seriously than I expected.

Hisoka

… Work got you busy?

Chikage

We don’t have enough manpower. It’s unreasonable but I can’t just disregard it.

Hisoka

… At least do it in the dorm, instead of that room. Everyone else gets worried when you’re not around.

Chikage

Absolutely not. That’s too risky.

Hisoka

… Guess even Chikage can’t do it.

Chikage It’s not a matter of whether it were me or not.

Well, I’ll get this over with as soon as I can.

Part 2

Sakuya

Ah! Almost there! Tsuzuru

I lost again!!

Chikage

(It’s quite lively at this hour…)

Citron

Once more!

Izumi

Oh, welcome home!

Chikage

I’m home. What’s going on?

Masumi

A board game we got from a package from Zahra.

Tsuzuru

We were all playing it while waiting for you to come home.

Sakuya

It’s really fun! How about you join us, Chikage-san?

Chikage

At this hour?

Sakuya

Huh!? What time is it?

Tsuzuru

I didn’t even notice the time.

Itaru

Well, let’s draw the line at this hour.

Chikage

You should. I’ve had some troubles at work, I’m just getting caught up on my backlog now.

Itaru

…

Chikage

What?

Itaru

You’re probably tired.

Chikage

No——.

Izumi

You’ve been coming home late recently.

Tsuzuru

You’ve been busy before, but not to this extent.

Sakuya

Let’s just play the board game on our next off days.

Citron

If we do not sweep soon, Azami will be on our trails!

Masumi

Sleep.

Tsuzuru

Good night.

Chikage

Night.

Sakuya

Night guys!

Chikage

…

Did I look that tired?

Itaru

Nope, if I didn’t say that, everyone would just stay up playing board games.

Chikage

Alright then.

(But I think you just added an extra layer of worry.)

(... Guess I really got no other choice.)

Sakuya

Huh!? Chikage-san isn’t going back to the dormitory for a while?

Izumi

He’s got a lot of work to do. It’s more easy and efficient to binge work while isolated for a couple of days.

Sakuya

So that’s why…

Itaru

He tried to lie at first, saying he was going on a business trip. But I’d find out about it anyway so he told the truth.

It’s unusual for senpai to have this much work to do. He’s at the top of his game at the company.

Tsuzuru

That’s quite something if it’s coming from you, Itaru-san.

Sakuya

Should we bring him some refreshments?

Masumi

If he wants to concentrate by himself, don’t get in the way.

Hisoka

… Hey.

Izumi

Part 3

Chikage

(That’ll be it for today. Now let’s get on with my other work——.)

Itaru

Nice work.

Chikage

… You too.

Itaru

You heading to the conference room?

Chikage

I am… but what are you grinning about? Itaru

You’re seeing things. Have a good one, see you.

Chikage

… I’ll be going.

Hisoka

… Quicker than I thought.

Chikage

You, what are you——.

What’s this?

(Stars and the moon… is this a planetarium?)

Hisoka

… I told everyone in Spring troupe that your room looked bleaked and lonely.

Chikage

So all this is…

Hisoka

… Then I’ll be going. The rest is up to you.

Chikage

Honestly…

(A note?)

Izumi

“Good luck with your work!”

Sakuya

“Let’s play the board game when you get home!”

Tsuzuru

“My brothers got tired of this pretty quickly, I hope this will soothe you.”

Masumi

“Careful not to put your backbone too into. You’ll end up like Tsuzuru, that’s just a pain.”

Citron

“We await your return back home!”

Chikage

… I'm guessing this is a drawing of Earth?

Itaru

“Wanted: photo of senpai working in his fancy room.”

Chikage

There’s no one to take that picture.

Sigh…

(I should rest for a while before work)

Chikage

…

(To think that this room would look like this one day.)

(Quite the drastic change compared to when it was cluttered with bags of marshmallows and cushions.)

(I’ve had my fair share of unfair workload in my life, but I’ve never wanted to get it over with this fast before.)

(I just clear it all up like a robot without thinking much about it.)

(Why am I so desperate now? … I think I can answer that.)

(Because I want to return to my home as soon as possible.)

… I see.

(I thought I’d prefer to be alone since it’ll be less of a hassle, and I’m more comfortable with less stuff.)

(But now, I wanted to return to the everyday hustle and bustle of MANKAI, filled to the brim with things, like this room filled with all sorts of lights.)

…Can’t help but laugh at myself.

*Text notification*

Hisoka

[ Forgot to ask for marshmallows as a reward. Come back soon. ]

Chikage You don’t need to tell me. I’ll return home soon enough.

Story Clear!

#got me in my feelings ngl #a3! translation #a3 translation #a3 card translation #chikage utsuki #sakuya sakuma #masumi usui #tsuzuru minagi #citron #itaru chigasaki #hisoka mikage

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harudnae · 3 months

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The Great Draft Eradication Plan was a good idea, there were a lot of honorable deaths but at least the WIP folder is starting to look good. Today I deliver a Gaban x Reader 420-friendly one-shot!

(Fun fact: I started writing this such a long while ago that I quit smoking since... Anyway, I wrote it so I might as well post it.)

Also posted on AO3 on 2024.01.19

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Gaban x GN!Reader

Summary: You're smoking pot on the Oro Jackson's decks when Gaban invites himself in.

Content warnings : weed smoking, flirting, kissing, rated M for drugs & naughty thoughts, no smut in here, no pronouns used for Reader, no body description either

Word count: <2.5k

🌿 Zamalia

It's late at night and the party is as lively as ever on the decks of the Oro Jackson.

You're already pleasantly buzzed from the rum you looted a couple of days ago from a rival crew, but alcohol isn't the only thing you enjoy in such circumstances. You leave the rowdy crowd and lazily make your way to the prow, then you glance behind you to check that nobody followed you, and finally you lean against the railing and roll a joint. You light it up facing the endless sea, sparkling with moonlight and reflections of stars. You exhale a cloud of smoke and smile to yourself, content with your life at sea, more so as a proud Roger Pirate. You haven't been here for long, but the crew quickly grew on you and you'd never dream of being anywhere else right now. You tilt your head up and let your body relax while you smoke and observe the starry sky.

"What are you doing here?"

You stiffen a little at Gaban's voice behind you, then you turn your head around. You nod towards your half-smoked blunt, a sheepish smile on your face. "Smoking pot."

Gaban grins as he approaches you. "Ah, you don't want to get scolded by Crocus now, do you?"

You shrug. "I was avoiding the cabin boys, mostly."

"That's fair." He leans against the railing next to you. "Would you share?"

You raise your eyebrows. "Didn't know you smoked, too."

Gaban chuckles. "Sometimes. I'm just better at hiding", he winks.

You draw your tongue out as you pass him the blunt.

He offers you a sly grin in return.

You observe the way his lips wrap around the tip as he takes a first drag, and how they part as he exhales a cloud of smoke. Fuck, I never thought I'd wish to be a blunt.

"Thanks. It's good stuff, too... Where did you get that?"

"A couple of islands away. A guy at an inn..."

Gaban smiles wide as he asks, "The one in New Marla?"

You squint. "How...?" Oh, right, he smokes too. You exhale a chuckle. "Okay, never mind", you slide him a knowing glance.

"Yeah, I bought him some, too. I stashed some from Zamalia as well before you joined us, I can spare some if you want."

You open wide eyes. "Zamalia? You bet I want to try! I heard they've got the best stuff there."

Gaban chuckles. "You heard right."

"So you're a connoisseur, huh? How did you pick the habit?"

Gaban tilts his chin towards the ruckus of the partying crew. "It's hard to sleep sometimes with these ones around", he says, smiling.

You heartily laugh. "Yeah, I know..."

He hands you the blunt. "How did you?"

"It helps me relax", you explain as you grab the smoke, your fingers slightly brushing against his. "Somewhat."

Gaban removes his glasses and tucks them across the collar of his shirt, leaning a bit towards you to meet your gaze. "You nervous?"

You barely maintain eye contact for a second before glaring back at the sea. Your face feels warmer in such close proximity to Gaban, and your heart beats faster, too. How could you have known that he'd join you right now? Now you're high enough that his voice does weird things to you, not to mention you acknowledged your crush on him only a few weeks ago and his last sentence sounded like something straight out of a wet dream.

"I didn't think we were so intimidating", he continues, voice deep and slightly playful.

You exhale a soft sigh. "You aren't." Well... in a way, you are, but I'm not about to tell you that. You pointedly keep watching the glimmering sea, but you still see him tilting his head to the side, from the corner of your eye.

"Why the need to relax, then?"

You slightly grin. "It's just... a way to unwind, same as having a drink. Back in my homeland we party more often around blunts than booze, mostly because weed grows literally everywhere while alcohol is pretty expensive in comparison. I do enjoy drinking, but not as much as I like being high."

"That's fair. Do you need a refill, by the way?" He eyes your empty jug.

You nod the negative. "I had enough already, I'm going to keep to smoking now. Thanks, though."

Gaban smiles. "Hm. Wanna try some of of that Zamalia stuff, then?"

A delighted grin curve your lips and your whole face lightens. "Ooh, I'd love to!"

He exhales an acknowledging hum and nods. "Wait here", he says as he gets off the railing and puts his glasses back on, "I'll get a refill and the rest."

"Cool, thanks." Your gaze follows him as he retreats to the lower decks, and you turn your head around only once he's out of sight. You lick your lips and take a deep breath. Okay, so Gaban and I are going to get high together, that's a thing that's actually happening. Wow, holy shit, I hope I won't get awkward, or... horny. Either way I'm going to feast on eye candy for the rest of the night. You take another deep breath and lean onto the railing. Your gaze drifts across the calm sea, a giddy smile curving your lips as you contemplate your luck.

Gaban's unmistakable tread on the Adam wood interrupts your daydreaming, making your heart race at the prospect of quality time with your crush. His footsteps slow down as he gets closer, then they stop a little behind you.

You breathe a little more heavily as you feel the weight of his stare behind you, wondering what he's up to.

"The view's really nice", Gaban says.

You straighten up in alarm, suddenly very aware that you're bent over the railing and presenting your whole backside. A split second after you turn your burning face around.

Gaban doesn't move from where he stands, a couple of feet from where he stood earlier at the railing, not quite right behind you but far enough that he could see both the sea and you. He grins, chin up and moonlight shining in his glasses.

You squint, mentally cursing said glasses for concealing his eyes because you're pretty sure he wasn't staring over the railing just now. Then you reason that you're probably getting ideas because you're already a bit high and you've got a huge crush. "Indeed", you exhale after a quiet while.

Gaban turns to you, smile widening, and hands you a pouch he fetches from one of his pockets. "Do you want to roll one?"

Your eyebrows shoot up. "Oh, sure, thank you." You breath hitches a little when the warmth of his hand briefly brushes against your fingers, and you try to stay focused on your task, instead of hoping for more than just partaking.

Thankfully, Gaban chit-chats while you roll, a pleasant distraction from your dangerous thoughts. He's always been easy-going with you, from your very first day in the crew, as well as attentive to your well-being as much as the rest of the crew's even though you came aboard later than most. Until now, he's shown nothing but kindness towards you.

You assume that, being so close to Captain Roger and Rayleigh in terms of authority over the crew, Gaban acts the same with every other new recruit. Calm down, heart, there's nothing personal.

Gaban removes his glasses and tucks them across his collar, gazing at you while you light the new blunt.

You make eye contact when you inhale the smoke, keeping it inside your lungs a bit longer than necessary. You turn back to the sea to exhale, cheeks a little warmer. "It's really good", you comment. Your eyes drift to the wisps of smoke rising from the blunt while you focus on the taste. "I can tell it's strong stuff just with one drag... It's not overwhelming, though."

"Yeah! I really liked the the lemony kind of tang, too."

You nod the affirmative. "Mh-hmm". A few puffs in and your skin is a little more sensitive, tingling where the wind blows, heating where Gaban's gaze lingers a little too long – your hand that holds the blunt, your lips when you exhale, your nape or shoulder when you look upon the calm waves under the moonlit sky. Your heart beats faster too. Being high certainly doesn't help, but you're absolutely positive that it's not the only reason... In such close proximity to Gaban you're all fuzzy inside. When did smoking become so intimate? Am I overthinking things? Or am I just hyper aware of things now that I'm high? You turn to him when he detaches his gaze from you to drink from his jug. Warmth coils inside you as you observe the way his Adam's apple bobs as he swallows, and you repress the sudden urge to plant a kiss there.

Gaban turns back to you, absentmindedly licking a stray drop off his lower lip. "So? What d'you think?"

Very hot. You blink, clear your throat, and look at the blunt. "Oh." You stumble on your words, "Um, very good. Tasty, strong stuff. Thanks for sharing." You huff an awkward laugh, unable to tell if you're talking about the weed or about him. You purse your lips and pass the joint. "I'll have to take it easy with that one", you confess, already feeling much higher than you expected with just a few drags.

"Alright", Gaban says as he takes his turn, then he laughs. "Now you know why I still have some of this after all this time", he reveals, "so don't feel pressured to smoke or anything. I only want to share if you enjoy it."

You crack a soft smile. "Thanks, I appreciate."

Gaban wraps a hand around your shoulder and gently squeezes, eyes diving into yours. "I don't want you to get sick, okay?"

Your heart misses a beat at his touch, warm and tender. Your smile widens and you look back at the sea as your cheeks heat up again. "Yeah, don't worry, I won't. It's really good, I do enjoy this", you mumble, once again unsure whether you're talking about getting high or not.

Gaban squeezes again, then his hand slides off your shoulder as he leans back onto the railing.

You fight against the urge to lean towards him and chase his body warmth. Instead, you prop your elbows on the railing and lean down to rest your head, purposefully avoiding eye contact. You exhale a small sigh.

"You wanna go to bed?"

Your shoulder tense a little at the mental images of a bed that spawn into your mind – every single one featuring you and Gaban over it in various positions – and your face heats up in embarrassment.

"I mean, I understand if it's strong enough to make you sleepy."

You shake your head to clear your mind of dangerous thoughts yet again invading it. Then you crack a smile and turn your attention back to him. "No, it's okay. I'm just... glad to be here, it's nice."

Gaban grins wide. "You like this crew, this ship?"

You eagerly nod. "A lot." Your gaze idly drifts to his hands. "But I was talking about right now, here."

"Less noise around?"

You meet his gaze again. "Yeah. It's nice to have some calmer moments, too."

He still smiles when he passes you the blunt. "More so in good company."

Your fingers brush against his slightly longer than necessary. You have no idea.

Gaban glances at you, a curious eyebrow raised.

You briskly turn your attention back to the sea as you realize that you just said that out loud. Your smile falters and your heart threatens to burst while you wait for the inevitable, terrible predicament.

"(y/n)?"

Your shoulders tense.

"Is this mutual interest I heard?"

You take a long drag from the blunt. Interest, sure. Mutual, though? Wait– You hold the smoke inside your lungs and turn back to him.

He looks at you expectantly, a small smile curving his lips when your gaze lingers there.

You exhale the smoke and finally breathe out, "Yeah."

Gaban's smile widens, turning mischievous. "Then I'm glad I saw you leave the party earlier."

"You came here on purpose?" You lean back up and turn around to face him. "Not just wandering around and finding me randomly?"

Gaban raises his hands. "Guilty as charged."

You raise an interested eyebrow. Emboldened by your recent findings, you step into his personal space and confess, "Well, you've been on my mind for a while..."

He places a hand on the small of our back, pulling you closer. "How long?", he asks as he leans in, his warm breath fanning over your lips.

"Too long", you exhale before closing the last of distance between you. You close your eyes when Gaban's lips touch yours, full and soft and warm, and you almost melt at the contact. Your hands find anchor on his hips, gently pulling him flush against you when your tongue slides against his lower lip.

Gaban's free hand wraps around your nape and tilts your head to deepen the kiss.

Fuck, he's good at this. You sigh into his mouth and answer in kind, warmth pooling in your gut while your hands mindlessly explore the broad expanse of his back.

He breaks the kiss at some point, and he softly smiles when your lips chase after his. His gaze dives into yours and he runs his fingertips around your neck, following your jawline before tilting your chin up.

Breath short, tense with anticipation, you lightly bite your lower lip.

Gaban softly sighs, then confesses, "I really want you right now..."

You crack a smile. "Me too."

"Wanna move...?" He trails out, tilting his head towards the other side of the ship.

You heartily nod.

Gaban leans in for a searing kiss, and doesn't leave you time to recover before he grabs your hand and leads the way to the lower decks.

You all too happily follow him, elated at the prospect of spending some private time with him. Your heart drums loud within your chest by the time you reach his cabin, and you're absolutely certain it's not only because of the weed you shared.

#one piece #op fic #one piece x reader #x reader #gaban #gaban x reader #nae's writing

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fanfiction-writer-reii · 1 year

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Brain rot with redhead

authors note: I get "bullied" by a fucking redhead but I still find fictional redheads attractive yum. Also this is something I came up with at German class yesterday morning while sketching and it was originally little drawing BUT since I an not that good at drawing NSFW I will write it <3

-warnings-

Fingering, not specified pronouns, reader has female body, nicknames: darling, sweethearts, plaything, etc.., Childe is little bastard who enjoys teasing, drop of yandere/ claiming? It's all basically just in memory, I suck at this..

story-

Childe was a sneaky bastard who thought he can have anything, even you. You on the other hand thought otherwise. And some time with him alone after long time reminded you of some events..

It won't happen again. Or will it?

You and Childe weren't that close as you were with other harbingers even though he was the closest to your age. You would rather talk all day to Pantalone about mora or with dottore about his work that with Childe who had so much to tell you. You always found him a bit annoying, not that you hated him but he knew how make your day a lot more uncomfortable. He was such a sweetheart but also such sadist who enjoyed to see the desperate look in your eyes since you was too soft to just tell him to fuck off. It was normal evening when all the other harbingers had a lot of work. You didn't like staying alone with him. And as much as you did wanted to go to your work you couldn't. Childe again at his job boring you to death talking about how he enjoyed with traveler. It made you kinda jealous. What's so special about them anyways? They had one duel. You and childe fought always. But anyways you were alone. Just the two of you. He suddenly paused in his story to look at you.

He smirked ,,So, you don't listen to word I say huh? What if I remind you of.. the first time we were alone?"

,,First and last. I'm leaving" you stood up and went to the doors, but then you stopped in your track when you heard him laugh"

,,sweetheart from all the boredom you seem to forget that we are trapped here until someone comes back into the palace"

He was right. Schnechznaya was cold and snow was everywhere, and it sometimes just so happened that snow burried the doors. You really forgot on that.

,,ugh. I don't get it, why don't you just use your delusion, the form is strong enough to kick the door isn't it?"

,,it is, but the delusion is allowed just in two cases. We don't have it for fun nor for every small problem. You know how Tsaritsa would be mad if we used her gift for every small thing." You sat defeated on the floor. Waiting for rescue. Luckily for you, you didn't have to wait for long, Pantalone ordered people to help you. On your way to your room you couldn't forget about Childes words..

,,Would you listen if I reminded you of first time we were alone?"

That damn sentence was repeating in your head the whole way to your room. The first time we were alone..

You arrived to your room, unlocked it and went inside. You didn't bother doing other than getting off the coat. You went directly to bed. You lied in your bed in complete darkness with the only light coming from the moon trough the window, you tried your best not to think about it. You tried to forget. It was wrong, you knew it. You can't date nor fuck with your colleagues and if Childe isn't the responsible one, you will be. As much as you wanted you couldn't stop your mind from replaying the moment, so you just closed your eyes and drifted to your fantasy trying to remember every second if it.

Suddenly you were in his hands again, legs spread open. Whining you tried to move into more comfortable position as he smiled at you. His smile was so kind but behind it all it was just facade. You knew he was cruel and just wanted to play with you. Or at least. Now you knew it.. his fingers deep inside of you moving faster every minute. You felt like it was ages in that position. You wished he would do more than that. If he sped up a bit more. At this moment it started to be uncomfortable for you. You took him by his shirt and squeezed your hand.

,,aw. Aren't you just cute? What, isn't it comfortable? Let me help you" He stopped his movements, pulled his fingers out cleaned them and helped you get into more comfortable position. You were shaking from the amount of times he almost made you cum but he always stopped. Every. Single. Time. And he laughed at you. He laughed at how pathetic you are. Did you really think he will let you that easily? He just started his fun. You were now against his chest, between his legs.

,,Is that better love?'' You nodded at his words. He luckily gave you smoe time to get relaxed, it didnt last for long though since after some time his fingers found their way into you again. But his touch seemed... Softer? It was like he finally began to think on your pleasure and not only cruel playing around. Your body shaking in reaction on his touch. It was suddenly so nice. His other hand gently tracing your body from time to time he gave you a kiss. It felt like he changed his whole personality just by changing position, but. Did he do it on purpose or was he really suddenly letting his feelings win?..

You didn't know. What you did know was how you loved when he touched you, every single touch, every kiss. You loved everything of it. and you were ready to take anything he gave you. You were so lost in your thoughs you didn't realize that you were close your high again. But he didn't stop. No, he kept his pace. In the last moment he pulled you into a kiss. As he calmed you during your high. Your whole body was shaking. He pulled his fingers out and cleaned them.

,,you're such a good girl.. Sad that you won't be anything more than a plaything." He said while brushing away your messy hair. Even after these words that hurt like knife straight to the heart something about that moment seemed.. comfortable.. So soothing. And you found yourself wanting more..

You opened your eyes and realized that the whole time you had hand in your pants. Of course your clothing now ruined by the wettness you decided to clean yourself. After that you went to sleep, not bothering what happened back then and how much you changed the scenario in your head to make him feel like less heartless idiot.

Authors note #2 - I might make second part if people would want. Also. I had one request I sadly didn't have time to make it and now I can't find it, the person maybe deleted it and it makes me feel kinda bad that I couldn't do it for them. :/ Anyways back to this work. I hope you enjoyed it guys and prephaps we'll see again at part two of this or you can check out my other work! Thank you for all kinds of support and bye<3

#genshin fanfic #genshin x reader #genshin impact #childe x reader #genshin brainrot #genshin smut #childe x reader smut

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last-flight-of-fancy · 6 months

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time for some fluffy ff14 fic bc it's faster to write than draw. takes place between ShB and EW but i dont think contains any particularly major spoilers for either of those expansions.

WoL: Hallima, he/they Au Ra

Bonding time with the twins and a haircut

Hallima hears the door open to their room just a little too late, and for one panicked moment considers trying to hide before dismissing that idea out of hand. Absolutely nothing in this room had a single hope of successfully hiding their not insignificant bulk, and even trying would only make them look foolish.

Well, more foolish, as is proven when Alisiaie takes one step through the threshold, sees Hallima, and snorts laughter at them in a decidedly unladylike manner.

Alphinaud peers around her shoulder, curious, and though he doesn't double over the way Alisaie now is, he isn't fast enough to cover his mouth before Hallima can see it.

"Yeah, yeah, yuck it up." They grumble, trying in vain to smooth away stray hairs and look even somewhat presentable. This fails.

"Pray tell, what are you even doing?" Alphinaud asks, hand still over his mouth but the laugh in his voice is unmistakable.

"Practicing my High Jump, what's it look like I'm doing?"Hallima is not pouting as they drop their scissors onto the wooden cabinet in front of them, and if it looks like they are then clearly it's the lip paint they're wearing (a very nice shade of blue-purple only a touch darker than their skin tone) and they need to change it immidietly. "You could have knocked."

"We did." Alisiaie puts her hands on her hips, still grinning but having regained her composure.

"Okay, maybe that was a sily question." Alphinaud says. "How about this then; why are you attempting to cut your own hair when I'm sure you could find a perfectly good barber just downstairs?"

"I didn't want anything complicated, just... Shorter." This statment of fact is followed by Hallima catching sight of themself in the mirror, which they give a baleful look.

"Uh huh." Alisaie gives them a once over. "And how's that going?"

Hallima deigns not to answer, grumbling under their breath and picking up the scissors again.

"Hey now," Alphinaud stepsforward, making Hallima pause. He turns to Alisaie. "Surely we could render some assistance?"

"We certainly cannot do any worse." Alisiaie taps a finger to her chin in consideration.

"Do I not get a say in this?" Hallima asks flatly, already knowing the answer.

"After seeing what you've managed so far? Not a chance." Alisaie snorts, plucking the scissors from their hand and tugging them down to where the much shorter twins can reach more easily.

"Maybe I should do the cutting?" Alphinaud offers. "Seeing as how I am the one with some level of artistic inclination."

"An artist you may be but practiced with blades you are not." Alisaie counters, holding the scissors over her head when he reaches for them. "I'll do the cutting, you can give me your vaunted aesthetic opinion while I work."

Alphinaud pouts, but it's not a serious thing, and the two set to work with an ease that belies their complete lack of experiance. Hallima decides to hold still and let them at it with only a mild amount of trepidation.

(The twins were right after all, they couldn't possibly do worse than what Hallima himself had managed, which was an utter disaster.)

(Why do lizard people have hair anyway? This was a question that had never occured to Hallima before their trip to the Azim Steppe, assuming as they had that they were some kind of freak mutation. Anything goes with that kind of assumption. Knowing theirs is an entire species of dragon kin however, had rather turned quite a bit on its head.

Not that Hallima thinks about it much. Only deep in the night when sleep eludes them once more. Or when they're being forced to sit still while a couple of teenagers wave a pair of scissors dangerously close to their face.)

"Like so?" Alisaie says, taking Halima by the chin and turning their head. Alphinaud makes a humming noise.

"It's not bad. Maybe if we-"

"There's not much left to work with there-"

"I learned to do these braids back in-"

Hallima zones out again. The kids will either figure it out or Hallima will just have to go bald for a while. Not their favourite look, but it wouldn't be the first time.

(Hallima has more than enough money to pay a barber. Spends gratuitous amounts of it on weapons and armour in fact, but old habits died hard, and old habits insisted that money was to be spent on necessities only.)

"There!" Alisaie announces, grinning and proud, prompting Hallima to return to reality. "What do you think?"

Hallima looks into the mirror, and is surprised to find it's not terrible. Much shorter than initially intended, but that had been a forgone conclusion before the twins had even so much as made their appearance. Tight braids run in parallel waves across the sides, which Hallima has to turn their head to see clearly around their horns.

"They're supposed to stay in without needing to be redone every day." Alisaie says. "Though knowing our lives I'm not sure how true that would be for you."

"It looks great." Hallima says, with a genuine smile. "Thank you."

"You're most welcome." Alphinaud answers for both of them. "I'm still surprised though. Did you really hate the ponytail that much?"

"No, actually." Hallima shakes their head. "But with how things have been lately, I've barely had time to get my armour on sometimes, let alone deal with things like putting up my hair."

"I did notice you'd been leaving it down more often lately." Alisaie says, thinking back.

"And it was getting in the way." Hallima sighs. "I don't know how Estinian does it."

"And yet your makeup is always perfect." Alphinaud's tone is teasing.

"You can thank Aymeric for that, actually." Hallima chuckles, opening a drawer to reveal a wide number of small jars in a rainbow of colours. "When we left Ishagard he got me these enchanted paints as a parting gift. They're made to stay days at a time before needing to be reapplied. Much like your braids." Hallima nods to Alisaie.

"I think I've heard of these." Alphinaud leans over the drawer, taking in the array. "They're quite expensive though, even for Aymeric this many must have cost a pretty gil."

"Oh the first set was only three colours. He sends me new shades every couple weeks or so. I think there were eight waiting in my mail after we got everything sorted out in the First."

"Does he now." Alisaie's tone and raised eyebrow imply a great deal, which Hallima resolutely ignores.

"Still, these are only meant for the lips." Alphinaud interrupts whatever Alisaie might have said next. "That doesn't explain the eyeliner."

Hallima blinks.

"What eyeliner?"

"Wh- you mean to tell me that's just how they look?"

"Yes?"

Alisaie tugs on Hallima once more, and they try not to fidget as they stare down a very intent young elezen.

"Yup it's not eyeliner, they really are just like that." She pronounces. "You lucky bas-"

"Language." Alphinaud primly reminds, to which Alisaie pokes her tongue out at him.

Hallima feels themself smile, and then laugh in truth, a much needed lift to their mood after... everything.

They catch Alphinaud's gaze lingering over the frankly absurd number of coloured bottles, and has an idea.

"Considering how long those last, I have no idea how I'm going to get through them all. Would you like to help me?"

"Really?" Alphinaud is somehow surprised (he should know better by now, honestly), while Alisaie positively lights up in excitement, diving into the drawer and sifting through the colours like the kid she is.

"What have you got in red?" She asks, already pulling bottles out and setting them aside. Hallima's grin grows.

"Well, if you're sure..." Alphinaud hesitates a single second more, and then joins his sister with equal enthusiasm.

Hallima makes a silent (suckers) bet with themself that he picks some shade of blue.

#zero editing we're writing and posting and dying like lahabreah #flight's making things again #fanfic #fanfiction #ff14 #ffxiv #alisaie leveilleur #alphinaud leveilleur #still working out hallima's character voice a bit but its comin along i think #hopefully.

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Tickletober Day 19: Demon

Ft. Leviathan x Reader

A/N: This is sfw, but there reader has some ✨thoughts✨ about Levi in this one, nothing explicit, but writing a little not just in case!

"Isn't it a little silly that you're dressing up as a demon when you're... y'know... a demon yourself?"

Levi rolled his eyes, "it doesn't matter! It's a Halloween Party, no one cares."

You hummed, looking at him fixing the pink wig on his head. "You're right, I guess, but you know, I'm also surprised you decided to dress up as this specific demon, isn't he hated by most of the fandom?"

"He is! But hey, many people also think he's kinda cool!" He cried, turning around to face you, his torso was bare except for the cut-to-the-waist Haori which left him pretty much exposed.

Your eyes traveled from his long neck to his collarbones, his chest and down to his toned stomach, until they stopped by the baggy white pants clinging to his hips. You gulped, trying to avoid looking at him too intently and hoping he didn't notice the blush on your cheeks as he yelled at you with excitement.

"He's strong and hates weaklings- he'd definitely kill me, but anyways, look!" He shoved his hand into your face. "Asmo even painted my nails orange, and look!" He lowered his head to look at you directly in the eyes, his own were not their usual color, but of a bright yellow with blue scleras, and the phrase "Upper Rank Three" engraved in both pupils.

His eyelashes and brows were different too, now pink just as the wig on his head. "Do you see? He even painted my lashes and brows! He did a good job, huh?"

"He really did. You look just like that demon, even wearing those big pearls!" You said, eyeing the big, round pink pearls around his ankles, his feet bare. "So what can I help you with? You look pretty much ready to me."

Levi gasped, "what?! We're missing the most important part! Remember those blue lines around his body? I need you to help me paint them, could you?" He handed you some navy blue body paint and a brush, along with the demon's picture on his phone.

You silently agreed and he sat back on his chair, his eyes closed and a wide smile on his face. You couldn't help but smile too, biting your lower lip as you dipped the brush into the paint.

"Here I go," you said, letting out a deep breath as he nodded quickly and you finally pressed the brush against the middle of his hairline, painting a straight line down to the middle of the bridge of his nose.

That was an easy one, and though your hands were a bit shaky, it didn't come half as bad. Letting out another big breath, you dipped the brush again and this time got yourself to work on those semi-circles on the sides of his face.

"Feels kinda nice."

You hummed, pulling the brush away. "I bet it does, but please don't talk, I don't want to mess up."

Levi hummed in agreement and you continued to work. It was a bit hard, but you managed to do a decent job.

"Very well, now I'll move to your neck, okay?"

"Yes! You're really fast! I knew you'd be of great hELP!" Levi squeaked when you pressed the brush against his throat, his body moving away.

"Don't move, Levi. I'll mess up!"

"I'm- I'm sorry, I was surprised because it's cold and it t-tihihihickles! Ahahaha, wahahahait!"

Levi flinched away again, shrugging his shoulders with bright giggles. You had slid the brush from his throat to almost the side of his neck, but it was too much for him to handle.

"Ohohoh noho, it's too ticklish! I can't stand it!"

"Oh c'mon, Levi! It's alright! It's only until you get used to it!"

"Y-Yes," he nodded. "You mihight be right, but could you do it like a little faster?"

"I will try!"

And so, Levi straightened his back and closed his eyes, his hands tightening on his knees as he waited for the touch of the brush against his skin.

"Eek!"

"Hold still!"

"It tihihihickles!" He giggled, his cheeks turning pink as you tried to draw the line around his neck. He tried to stay as still as he could, but giggles kept pouring out of him, goosebumps raising on his skin as you reached the back of his neck.

You couldn't help but think that somehow it was really cute that Levi was laughing so hard just because you were painting on his neck.

"Okay, one line done, now onto the next."

Levi gasped, widening his eyes. "What?! Another?! No, I really think I won't be able to stand it!"

You raised an eyebrow, "then what are you going to do? We still have a long way to go! And what about the sides? And your toes?"

You wanted to laugh when you saw Levi's face turning bright red at the mention of those spots.

"C'mon Levi, we're this far already, let's buckle up and continue!"

"Y-You just want to tickle, don't you?!"

You giggled, dipping the brush back into the paint. "Maybe?"

Levi grunted, but in the end, he let you continue painting his skin. However, unfortunately for him (and perhaps for your good luck), he moved so much when you painted the lines on his sides that you had to start all over, several times. His laughter filled the room for longer than he would have liked, but Levi was satisfied with the results. And you were satisfied that you tickled him... indirectly!

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Do you know who Levi dressed up as? In case you don't know, here's a link to find out~

#tickletober2022 #tickletober #tickletober Day 19 #obey me!#obey me #Leviathan #Levi #reader #levi x Reader #ticklish!Leviathan #ticklish!Levi #mia's things

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surenlicious · 2 months

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Man how did I never notice you liked Naruto?? Would Suren have a Naruto!verse version? What power she'd have? Anyways good luck with yer comic, are you close to dropping it???

Oh yikes- you came from my personal blog huh hahaha. Well lemme see, I remember I had the Sulfur Release planned for her, but it seems I forgot...to draw that.

And PERHAPS is the correct answer! I'm looking at the amount of pages I want to shove in that 1st chapter, so bear with me a bit longer. Or go to my patreon/kofi and see the early drops (yes imma plug my pages, support gets this shit done faster I don't make the rules but ilysm either way mwah mwah)

#suren answers #being so focussed on my own content is making me unhinged istg #in a good way!#but still its like that last braincell is leaving the solar system soon

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the-official-account · 1 year

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Episode 18 liveblog YIPEE!

Fewer opening notes on this one. I'm gonna attempt liveblogging AND drawing at the same time, let's see how that goes. I'm currently feeling very smug with my advertisement efforts and while I hope to get to spar and vellum today I realized I made Anya kinda thin and that feels...not right for her vibes. So I'm doing Anya again...that's my excuse JGLDKDHDIS she's so...she's like a purse sized friend

Anyways, beginning of this i was not in front of my art tablet so:

"we come as a pair" haha. Cute.

Cloven heart said OUR little brother figure [bugs bunny com meme]

Scientist with a radio tower.....max.....hm. interestinger an interestinger

Yeah josepha you might be the only person in town who wants cloven heart to be the "center" of anything. Why not sindershore? She already works....idk, there? Or in v.n

Vellum just pulls out the papers lmao. Like why not!

Max came up with the schematics... Did max disappear? Yeah. Hm. HM!

Josepha used to be a woodworker? Was I remembering that right or did my brain just make this up.

"We would talk to Thorne" 😬

MAX WHAT

THEIR NAME WAS MAX WHAT?

Did grey have like....a really shitty alias? How old was max??? Fifteen days ago.... Hmmm.

Vellum would know if his uncle was out of town for like 2 and a half months if there was overlap and it took like a day or half a day of a train ride to get back and forth. It's unlikely vellum wouldn't connect those dots

"I was on drugs when I named it I will be honest".josepha is SO good. She's lovely. She's so funny. Oh my god.

"This may not be to your taste of perhaps it is I do not know how you party vellum" NFOSBDKSHDO

"THINK I COULD ROCK THOSE"

"I ALSO DONT KNOW HOW YOU PARTY AGENT VELLUM"

Trying not to burst out laughing in public this is a struggggllleeee

"The belt has 3 slots for arcane cores" I would rather we not go looking for bombs.... But yk. Queer people have plenty of odd hobbies who am I to judge

Okay but like short distance teleportation for someone with a bad leg is a pretty banger deal

"Sometimes you wake up one day and you're retired" In THIS economy?

Also I'm mentioning this out of order bc this episode is being funny faster than I can type, but (I say this with all of the respect) was vellums "I'm sure I'll find other use for you" sultry or was that just Ila's voice? HFOSHSKSBSOS

Spar sounds so depressed. Give this sheep dog some enrichment!

Vellum being like 'Hey you're good we still need to find some more bombs!' he is in fact giving spar some enrichment

"Waiting for this boat and seemingly intent on returninf to clovenheart"

I just squinted with SO much suspicion that that would be diamond

"Is Brunhilde!!!" Dksgsud ok

"Do you say hi to your mom as you're pretending to arrest the chick you dated who you invited into her home on grounds of a repeat assault?" My god

Spar is ~5'8 tati is 5'3 very good to know

~ many hours later, now doing art stuff~

Vellum could fall on this face and STILL look cool

Anya spar and vellum having a snack has gotta go on my to-draw list (my mind is so fast and my hands are so not fast! Ahh!)

OH NEW MIDTRO isk if this was here last episode. OH SHITFUN FACTS? i love blorbo facts

he has written a SYMPHONY? The essentricism is genetic i think.... a smphony baout YEARNING FOR BELONGING? you are handing me a fic idea. NOTE: symphony driven by loss and isolation over being trans, having lost his parents, wanting to find a place where he's accepted

Smooth velvet is his stripper name this episode is just raining fic ideas, huh? (i am joking but also I am not joking. BUt im joking but im not joking....I am deciding if im joking)

DONT BE MEAN TO ISHBALA (spell chat tdb) SPAR!!!!!!

DONT BE MEAN TO GREGGINS EITHER!!! LJKSAFHGLKAHFGLAKSG

greggins binder generator.

[not episode related but im battling between having sincere thoughts about Anya's fashion sense and going "ooooh belly"]

I FEEL LIKE THIS IS PROBLEMATIC AND YOU'RE GONNA GET CANCELLED AND HERE'S WHY

ALSDHGLKASDHGASKGFASGD MY SWORDS A GHOST NOW OHHHH MY GOD I LOVE THEM

SEKITAN WAS A VICTIM....WOAH.......WOOOOAH.

ALTERATION RESISTANT BLOOD? HOOOOLY SHIT. WOAH. WOAH. WAOH MAN. WOW. FUUUUCK. i dont evne......

anya said hey your uhhhh. Your uhh special friend is little stressed. go makeout of whatever. THEY'RE WALKING ARM IN ARM LMAOOOO

ishbala just chose violence SO unprompted

[anya is drawn now for spar and vellum iterations i am...........Well to be fair i am Never very confident going in and it walways turns out okay!!!]

"*he puts a gun in vellums hands* its goot to know you're with someone who can protect you." s;aldfalsfdjaw awhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! SPAR DOESN'T GET PROTECTED SPAR IS ALWAYS THE ONE JUMPING IN FRONT OF THE BULLET DO YOU KJNOW HOW MUCH THIS MEEEEEEEANS TO ME?????

"when you got a good one you keep em" thats it thats spar

spar is correcting vellums stance and vellum must be SCREAMING inside lmao. Vellum focuses SO HARD on everything BUT spar directly behind him and accidentally becomes an expert

ARE THEY ALSO IMPRESSED BY THE SEXUAL TENSION

vellum, full on titanicking it with spar is trying VERY hard to respect boundaries and that is my FAVORITE kind of tension. "I am not making moves because i respect you as a person" is never not entertaining

STOP JUMPSCARING ME WITH THIS FUCKING KISSES I GASPED TOO HARD AND CHOKED ON MY SPIT HOLY FUCK. HOOOLY FUCK.

ughhhhh drawing kisses is such a pain but FUCK do i wanna.

oooh this new outro is so fancy!!!! i love the format changes that are happening here!

im torn between doing another episode tonight and saving it for tomorrow so I can focus fully on drawing.......ill feel out the vibes after i get spar's jaw right. LOVELY episode. spar is making moooooooves!!!!

@threeheartscast i almost forgot!

#edil chats #edil liveblogs three of hearts #three of hearts pod

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moonlit-grove · 2 years

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Dragon Minion Interview - Original post here, by @mystery-salad.

"Hi there! I'm supposed to introduce myself before the interview right? Caoimhe Emer! Daughter of the Jungle Scion Trahearne, and... I guess by technicality I'm his first minion."

What do you think of the Pact? How about the Commander?

"My parents work with the Pact. Without it, I wouldn't... Well, maybe I would exist but certainly not like I am! So I guess I wouldn't? Huh... Oh! The Commander! My other mom is wonderful! I love her so much!"

Are you for or against minion rehabilitation?

"I support it completely! I hope people can get their minds back. Or learn to survive without their Dragon. I know for some it's... hard."

How easy are day to day activities for you?

"Should they be difficult? I mean... I was born pretty... I guess physically typical of sylvari. It's just my overload of magic and connection to my father that makes me different. So I guess... Normal?"

Do you think you have it easier or harder than mere mortals?

"I... I guess easier, if I'm comparing myself to sylvari. I don't know how the other races fare, but with my magic being so strong I can get things done a lot faster and easier. I have to use my magic a certain amount every day or-" (she is interrupted by the next question being asked)

Do you ever lose control of your actions, have you hurt anyone?

"... As I was saying, I have to use a certain amount of my magic every day or it overloads, and I... Taimi described me as a walking bomb just waiting to burst. It really hurts when that happens. Too much magic and," She gestures an explosion with her hands, thorned vines connecting her fingers to each other before dropping to her lap. "Boom. I can also get Aurene or dad to absorb some of it, if they're around. And... Y-yes. The explosion sometimes gets other people."

How hard is it to make new friends now? How do normal people treat you?

"I've never had a problem! I've always been the way I am! Sylvari don't really care about what I am by technicality, it's asura that mostly have a problem with it. They really want to..." she gestures a cutting motion and draws a line down her body. "Charr are a little wary but I mean... They don't have much experience with Elder Dragons other than Kralkatorrik in general, so I guess that's to be expected."

Do you have a family? Is it with other minions?

"My parents- Trahearne, Vielcos, and Cor! I might be getting some new siblings too, but dad is worried about a lot of things relating to creating more. He'd love more kids but with them being his minions, and him being able to sense my thoughts like he probably will with others, well... Anyway, right now I'm an only child. But I have cousins! As far as sylvari family structures go at least."

Do you think you’d act the same if you were born without a dragon controlling your thoughts?

"Does he control my thoughts? I always thought they were my own, he was just... aware of them. Just like I'm aware of his thoughts in the back of my mind. We both have to focus to actively hear what the other's thinking."

Are you still as violent and thoughtless as you were when you were created, or are you normal now?

"Wh-what?! I- I'm not- I was never-! Did you even listen to me!?" Vines and fly traps start to sprout up around her feet. A few of the vines reach toward the reporter. "I am not and never was violent and thoughtless! I have my own mind!"

Do you feel any allegiance to your dragon?

"He's my father! Of course I do!" her voice is a bit of a growl, the sound of creaking wood can be heard in the undertone. She's agitated from the accusatory nature of the previous question.

Are you for or against the killing of the Elder Dragons?

"The only ones left are my father and Aurene. At this point, no. But in the past, they... Did what they had to do. The overload of magic was too much, the cycle had to be reset."

Can you still hear echoes of your Dragon, or does ownership of you pass to the next closest one upon death?

"He's still alive!" She shouts, the creaking bark is much louder. The vines grab the interviewer's ankles, and thorns dig in. She adjusts in the chair, now glaring down at the vines. "I don't belong to anyone, I am me. I am my own person!"

We’ve heard reports that the dragons are tied to this thing called the “Void”, have you heard or felt that at all?

"I was in Cantha." Her eyes barely flick up, "So yes. I was kept on the airships during the battle against Soo-Won, if I got corrupted it would have been dangerous for everyone around me. I could feel her pain. My father's sorrow and terror. I could feel the pull of magic in a maelstrom around me. It was too dangerous for me to join the fight. I wanted to."

"Are we done?" She doesn't really give them a chance to respond. She just gets up and walks away, the vines retreating after her. There are small scrapes from the thorns on the interviewer's ankles. Trahearne is spotted calming her down as the camera follows her until she exits the building. For a moment, he glares back before the door shuts.

#caoimhe emer #gw2 #oc interview

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mist3lla · 2 years

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On That Rainy Day

Chapter 1 - Transfer Student

❀ Characters| Cecilia de la Fuente, Nikolai Stepanov

❀ Genere| Series, OCS

❀ Warnings| Mild Cussing

❀ Summary| Cecilia seems to have gotten used to being alone, and she liked it. But then a guy named Nikolai transfers to her school and seems to have taken a liking to her.

❀ A/N| Proofread!! This is a series I'll be writing. I wrote this back in June. It was originally gonna be posted on Wattpad but I decided against it. I completely forgot about this series and I just remembered that I wrote this and edited a couple of things!! Hope you guys like it!:D

"How am I supposed so get home now?" I questioned myself.

I was out at the park. Playing with my friends like I always did. Then suddenly it began to rain.

"Aw man. I knew I should have asked Mitzy's mom for a ride.."

"Here. You can use my umbrella." Felix said to me.

"But you're going to get sick! I'll just run back home. I can run super fast! Faster than lightning!"

"No no. It's okay! I will wait here. My mom and dad are going to pick me up."

"Well..If you say so. Thank you!"

I took the dark haired boy's umbrella. A pretty red color. With it, I ran towards my home. Not knowing that that will be my last time seeing him.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

10 years later

Cecilia's POV

"Don't forget to step by the office later today! The winner of the Mural Art Contest has been posted!"

"Ugh she's probably gonna win. She always does."

Like you're gonna win with your 1st grader drawing..

I head out of the classroom and towards the office. A month ago the school announced a Mural Art Contest. The drawing from the winner is going to be painted onto the left wall of the school. And I hope I win.

"Huh?. ."

That's odd..My drawing didn't win. Oh well..

If I got second then who got first..?

"Ni..Nikolai Stepanov?" Is he new? I don't recognize that name. He's in my grade..I usually know if there's a transfer student. Although I did hear a rumor that there was a transfer student a week ago..

I am a loner. And no it's not because I'm weird. Well maybe..I don't know what people think about me. I am asocial. Which means that I don't like socializing and I try to avoid it. I just like being by myself. There's no fighting and no drama.

But I believe that the reason why I don't have any friends is because..well..I'm different. And by different I mean by..you know..skin color. My name is Cecilia de la Fuente. Pretty name right? Well..you and I might think so..buuut the other kids here....heh let's just say they may not think so.

Back on topic. Since I'm the "quiet kid" I usually hear all the chisme that goes around the school. But I have never heard of this Nikolai Stepanov.

I turn around. A tall guy with dark haie walks into the hallway. He seems to take care of his hair unlike the other guys at our school. It looks so fluffy and soft. Like clouds.

I notice that the girls around me start to whisper.

"Look that's Nikolai! He transfered here last week!"

"Didn't he get into detention for a week on his first day?"

"I heard that it was because he punched a teacher."

"He punched Mr. Robinson. He deserved it anyways. Mr. Robinson's fucking creepy..."

"I think he's Russian."

"His face! Oh my God."

"Have you heard his accent?"

I sigh. No wonder why I haven't seen him before. I have to admit..he is kinda good looking. I bet that the girls will be all over him soon..

A group of 4 girls head towards him. Unfortunately I was right. Poor guy..

The bell rang. Marking the end of our free period. My next period is Art. My favorite.

Will I have any class with Nikolai?..I hope not. He seems to get the girls attention a lot..and some of them are crazy enough to think they have a chance..they might even change their classes just so they can be with him. That thought scares me..

I step inside of the Art room. I find my seat and set my bag on the floor. I like art because it's so peaceful and qui—

I hear someone enter the classroom and walk towards me. . . They sit on the chair next to me. Their bag falls to the ground with a loud thud.

"Hello." They must be talking to the people in front of me. "Rude. . .Oh my god. Helloooo?" Again..They must be talking to the people in front.. right?. . Oh no "Hi.." I say while I turn towards them. It's the guy, Nikolai.

Wow Cecilia you just had to jinx it..

I can see why the girls like him so much. He has a red streak in his beautiful dark hair. With the most prettiest green eyes I have ever seen. His hair is so fluffy that I just want to to—No! Cecilia put yourself together!

"My name is Nikolai Stepanov. I recently moved here last week."

"U-Um..I'm Cecilia de la Fuente.."

STAY CALM CECILIA! He's new. He probably doesn't have any friends..maybe?.. He's just lonely and wants to get to know people. And when he gets to know a lot of people he'll leave you alone. Hopefully. . .maybe.

"You have a very pretty name. You can call me Kai." He smiles. Oh God that smile.

"Thank you." I smile back. When does class start?

"Let's get to know each other from now on. What do you say? I don't know any people here and I had a pretty rough start."

"Um. Sure! Why not?"

WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO SAY??? Something like oh sorry no I don't like talking to people. If I said that then the conversation would turn super awkward...

"You seem kind of my type Cecilia." He smiles. Or is he smirking?? "Are you single by any chance?"

O-Oh. He's one of those guys..

"I'm sorry I don't date anyone who I've just met or haven't talked to..heh" I laugh nervously feeling my cheeks burning up a bit. What is he thinking?? Asking a girl out when you literally just met them??

"That's too bad.." He sighs. "Oh! Let's try to find something in common. Hmm how about..we talk about art. Since we are here. In art." He adds.

"I saw that you won the mural art contest." I reply back nervously.

"I did? Hm I was thinking I wasn't gonna win. You entered too right?"

I nod.

"I thought for sure that yours was going to win. I really liked the flowers. And the dove too! Your drawing is amazing!"

"Thank you..I really liked your dandelions. Um..I just really liked your drawing. Like the whole vibe and look of it..heh." Nikolai thank you for carrying the conversation..

"Thanks. Oh! And the message too! Like how your drawing was like about spring coming after winter. Like the Sun always comes out after a bad storm. Something like that."

Ah. He noticed?

"Sit in your seats!" the teacher said while closing the door. "After learning multiple techniques on using water colors, you will have a project on painting a scenery using water colors. The project will be due next month. Since you are still beginners. If you need help on your painting, ask for help from your seat partner."

"Cecilia? I unfortunately only know how to use colored pencils. I've never painted before. Could you help me with the project?"

You've got to be kidding me.

#✧*:･ﾟStella Stories #oc story #original character #oc #original story #✧*:･ﾟStella's On That Rainy Day

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Dare part 3

Part 1 here

Part 2 here

The next morning came, merciless and sunny. Peter left the apartment, still feeling awful after turning on his bed all night, but determined to confront Flash. He'd taken it too far by dragging a senior into his petty games! Today Peter would step up to him and tell him to leave him the fuck alone!

His thoughts stopped in his tracks however when he stepped out onto the street.

Right in front of his house, wearing his signature leather jacket and biker boots, just loosening his helmet, stood Tony Stark.

"Hey morning! Glad I got the addresses right." He grinned and ruffled his own hair back into the messy order he prefered.

Peter couldn't draw breath for a moment. This was a dream. It had to be a dream! There was no way that Tony Stark waited for him in front of his home at six a.m. for a fucking prank. Nothing Flash could have promised him would make him do that. So… this wasn't a prank at all? That meant it hadn't been a prank yesterday too and that meant...

"Oh God..."

"Hey, you're good? You look like you're about to pass out."

"Uh…" Yeah, he definitely was about to pass out! "Yeah… yeah I'm fine. Uhm…"

Fortunately Tony was busy looking up the apartment complex Peter lived in.

"So that's where you dwell, huh?" Stark looked around. "Pretty far from school. You ride like what, an hour every day?"

Peter still hadn't recovered from his shock so his response wasn't exactly sophisticated. "Uhm… what?"

Tony stared at him. God he was going to die!

"What are you even doing here?!"

Stark's eyebrows rose. "Picking you up of course." He looked away, almost as if embarrassed, but what did he of all people have to be embarrassed about when it was Peter who wished the floor would open and swallow him?

"We didn't start on the best of terms so I thought… I get you to school and we talk?"

He opened his arms in a pacifying gesture. "Come on. I don't bite."

Peter tried to find a reason not to, but since this wasn't a prank… in the end his curiosity won over embarrassment and anxiety. "Okay…"

A blinding smile appeared on Stark's face. "Great! Here I have a spare helmet! Com'on…"

Peter's first ride on a motorcycle was a dizzying experience. To sit behind Tony freaking Stark, holding onto his leather jacket while they curved through the streets… that was something he hadn't even dared to dream about. But now it happened God knew why!

Of course they arrived way too early at school since the drive was much faster than the subway, so nobody saw them arriving together like some sort of… ah… anyway, Peter would have died of embarrassment so it was for the better probably!

He slid off the bike's backseat as graceful as he could. Which wasn't very grateful at all. "Okay, uhm… thank you?"

"Geez, we're super early. I bet even the teachers aren't here yet."

Peter shrugged. "Usually I come in later because of the subway. But I like it here early. The school's so quiet..."

Tony walked next to him and to Peter's surprise he'd listened, even if it was with a certain kind of astonishment. "Why the heck? School's awful, whether it's quiet or not!"

"Ah… yeah, maybe." Peter evaded with a shrug. Of course Tony wasn't fond of school, he was cool and rich and smart - everybody knew he was bound to go to MIT anyway as soon as he finished Midtown Tech.

Finally, Peter mustered up the courage to ask the question that was on his mind the whole morning. "You said you wanted to talk to me? But why?"

Now it was on Tony to shrug. "You seemed nice. I thought I'd get to know you."

Peter gaped at him, but got it under control pretty fast. "Yeah, well. I'm not that interesting. So…"

The older boy next to him stopped. Peter did so too and turned to him to ask what was wrong but the words escaped him when he looked into Tony's eyes. The smirk that Tony gave him burned on his skin in a way Peter had never felt before. It made him shiver and his body hairs rise up in a strange but good way.

Tony came a little closer, looking down on Peter. "That's for me to decide, sweet pea," the older boy murmured and his eyes hung on Peter's lips as if he had some cream on it. Peter licked over them and felt a blush starting on the middle of his chest, slowly rising. "Uh… I… ah…" he stammered when Tony's megawatt gaze traveled to his eyes. Had he ever seen such deep, black, mesmerizing eyes?

The blush spread over his neck and throat, making it hard to draw breath.

"What's your favorite subject?"

Peter's dazzled brain tried to follow the sudden change of direction. "Uhm… I… I like chemistry. And physics. And computer science. But yeah, chemistry is my favorite I think." He couldn't look back into Tony's eyes but saw him nod in agreement. He felt so hot as if he had a fever.

Tony wasn't mentioning it. "Decided on a college yet?" He asked, still in that sultry tone that made Peter's clothes way too hot.

"Uh…" the cursed blush arrived on his cheeks in the form of red blotches. "Maybe Colombia?" he squeaked. God how he hated himself! "I don't know yet."

"Yeah, deciding stuff like that is a pain in the ass. My dad wants me to go to MIT of course."

"I'd love to go to MIT…" Peter mumbled to himself but Tony heard him.

"Why don't you? Your grades are good, no?"

"It's expensive. Not only the tuition fees but also housing and so on. When I go to Columbia I can stay with my aunt. And…" He interrupted himself. He wasn't about to share all the details of his meager life with Tony Stark, wasn't he? The situation was already awful enough with him standing here, red as a street light. Tony however didn't even seem to notice.

They walked into the hallway side by side. It was... nice in a strange kind of way, despite the embarrassment that would hunt Peter till the day he died. Unexpected, a bit awkward, but nice, Peter thought. By his locker he turned to Tony and despite his embarrassment he tried a smile.

"Thank you for bringing me."

Tony stared at him, a small frown on his face that made Peter nervous. Had he offended him in some way?!

Before he mustered up the courage to ask though, the hallway filled with other students. Ned waved over from the entrance, but slowed down when he saw who Peter was with.

Tony looked down on him as if he wanted to say something but then decided against it.

"See you later, Parker." He winked and strolled away.

Ned arrived, slightly out of breath. "Was that… Tony Stark? Again?"

Peter smiled a little confused. "Yeah…"

Finally!

Tony strolled over to where Quentin waited for him by their lockers. Finally Parker reacted to him in a way he was used to. Blushing adorably at a small wink. Just a little more work to put into, that's all it took.

"Seems you had a nice morning," Beck grinned and Tony felt the urge to look back over his shoulder to check on Peter - which he didn't of course!

"Yeah, it's okay."

Beck grinned but said nothing more.

Tony was grateful that Justin hadn't arrived yet. He wasn't in the mood to endure teasing about his clumsy interactions with Peter Parker. Because clumsy was how he felt! Talking about school subjects and colleges just to keep the boy interested. So boring!

But when he was so boring, why did Tony want to look back and check if he still smiled?

Part four

#starker #young!tony #high school au #ironunderooswriting

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Hiii!!!! i can't understand it but i like ichiji so much kwfjwjfjd help. There's just something so attractive about him🥺....... anyway, i'm happy whenever i find something about him that you wrote, you write so gooooooood, i really love it!!

so i want to ask a scenario where he is "jealous" (i don't really think i can feel jealous, but maybe he likes marking territory? something like "yeah my s/o is perfect look at her but don't touch what's mine"), so... a nsfw scenario where he is "jealous" about something his brothers did with his fem s/o, maybe they were trying to flirt with her in front of him, and then ichiji wanted to make it clear to her and everyone who she belongs to

whatever you think fits best i'm sure i'll love it💕

thank you and have a amazing week💕

Hey Anon! Thank you so much for requesting! Sorry it took me so long to write this but I was quite busy with work. As you said yourself, Ichiji probably doesn't get jealous but he can be quite possessive. So, here it is! I hope you enjoy it!!

Warning: 18+, nsfw, dirty talk, slight degradation, overstimulation

Pairing: Ichiji x female reader

Word count: 2.5k

“And he really thought he could beg his way out of this!” Niji laughed, his deep voice echoing from the cold walls. His two brothers joined in, mocking laughter that showed no sympathy for their victims. “And did you see this woman? Trying to negotiate her way into becoming one of our servants. Who did she think we were? Some kind of charity?” Yonji mocked, wallowing in the thought that he was the one ending her miserable life.

Ichiji was simply sitting there, a cocky smirk on his lips, arms crossed in front of his muscular chest. He enjoyed this mission no less than his siblings but he was a little disappointed that you haven’t been here to greet him. Where were you anyway? He didn’t want to show it but he was annoyed that you weren’t by his side.

“By the way, Ichiji, where is Y/n? Thought she would already be waiting here for us to come back.” Yonji chuckled, his eyes looking around in hopes of finding her.

“For me.” Ichiji corrected him.

“Huh?” Yonji raised an eyebrow, not quite understanding what he was getting at.

“She should’ve been waiting for me. Why would she be waiting for the likes of you?” his overly confident voice made it clear he thought he was better than his brothers, not even imagining that you could possibly find either one of them attractive.

“So we can have a look at her, too? Stop hogging her like you own her.” Niji agreed with his younger brother. Ichiji huffed, finding it amusing how Niji really thought he needed to hog

you. He didn’t even bother considering to answer and he didn’t even need to; he felt your presence way before you even turned the corner, his grin widening even more.

“Y/n!” Yonji greeted you. Ichiji could practically see his eyes popping out at the sight of you. You smiled at him politely but didn’t pay much attention to him. Ichiji’s ego grew with every step you took and with every look you didn’t give them. They were nothing more than thin air to you.

“Finally. Where have you been? You know I don’t like to be kept waiting” The oldest Vinsmoke brother scolded you and pulled you onto his lap the second you stood in front of him. Surprised, you let out a yelp but didn’t complain, giving him a long and deep kiss, hearing the whistling from his two brothers.

“Where is my kiss?” Yonji joked yet his eyes told Ichiji that his brother wouldn’t mind it if you actually sat down on his lap and did so. His arm around your waist pulled you even closer to him, a challenging grin on his lips. “Don’t get too cocky, Yonji. She would never stoop so low to even touch either of you, let alone kiss.” The green-haired male scowled at his older brother, not too pleased with his answer.

Niji chuckled next to him, shaking his head. “I think that’s for Y/n to decide, isn’t it?” he opposed, his eyes wandering over your sitting form. Ichiji didn’t like the way Niji talked to you. Who did he think he was? Who did both of them think they are? The oldest brother looked at you, the cocky grin slightly warning when he started talking to you. “Do you want to let yourself get fucked by them, Y/n?” he asked straight forward. You felt a little overwhelmed by this sudden change in atmosphere around you and Ichiji’s grin didn’t make it any better.

“O-of course not.” You stated, feeling slightly uncomfortable now being the center of attention. “Bet she would answer differently if you weren’t here….” Yonji’s voice had dropped an octave, making you shiver. What was going on here? You felt Ichiji’s body tense up a little, knowing full well he wasn’t pleased by his brother’s comment. “S-should I leave?” you asked uncertain, trying to search some other emotion in Ichiji’s face other than disgust towards his two younger brothers.

“No. On the contrary. I think they were actually just about to leave…” his voice didn’t leave any room to argue, even Niji and Yonji realized that their brother wasn’t joking. Niji, the slightly more reasonable one, stood up first, shaking his head in slight disbelief. “Calm your panties, Ichiji. One could think you’re actually jealous.” Niji grinned at his brother. Ichiji didn’t respond, he simply watched how Niji stuffed his hands in his pockets before stalking away, calling for Yonji to follow him. “If you want to spice things up for a change, you know where to find me, Y/n.” you heard Yonji call out before both of them left the room, leaving only the two of you.

There was silence for a while, making you feel more and more anxious. His grip around your waist never wavered, his nails digging into your sides almost painfully.

“Ichiji, I-“ you started but he wouldn’t let you finish your sentence. You weren’t even sure to begin with what you wanted to say. You just wanted to say something.

“Take your clothes off.” Ichiji’s cold voice cut through the air like knife, a fearful yet pleasant shiver running down your spine. His arm left your waist, leaving you room to get off his lap. Slightly awkward, you got off and stood in front of him, feeling his eyes from behind his glasses on you.

Your hands went up, brushing against your chest when you started unbuttoning your blouse, trying to be sexy and seductive. With each button your opened you revealed more and more of your delicate skin, your fingers caressing your cleavage when the blouse was half open.

“I said to take your damn clothes off, Y/n. Don’t make me repeat myself again.” His reaction confused you. Normally, he enjoyed it when you played around a little, seducing him with the skin you revealed but today seemed to be different. His brothers must’ve somehow gotten to him. Maybe he was simply horny? You didn’t know but you didn’t want to stress his patience not more than necessary.

Pleased, he watched you get rid of your clothes, leaving you in nothing more than the suit you were born with. Then, there was silence once again. The room was cold, getting cooler by the second, the more he didn’t move or give you any more orders. You pulled your arms around your body, small goosebumps being visible on your skin.

“Who told you to cover yourself? Are you ashamed to stand in front of me all naked like this? Would you rather Niji or Yonji or maybe both be here and see you like this?” he got up from his seat, stepping forward to stand in front of you, his body heat radiating from him, drawing your own body towards his. You wanted to press your body against his, to feel his muscles against your skin but you restrained yourself.

“No.” you answered, looking up at him from under your eyelashes. The grin was still on his face but it was cold and calculating. “No….that’s what I thought. Bet you fantasize about them fucking every hole you’ve got until you’re nothing more than a moaning, sweating mess, begging to be the cum dumpster for them. Isn’t that right, Y/n?” his words made your heart ponder in your chest and your sex become wet. You rubbed your thighs against each other unconsciously, licking your lips at the thought.

You weren’t actually interested in either of them but the way he said it, with the way he was observing you – you couldn’t help but feel aroused.

“Liar.” He purred. Ichiji lifted his hand underneath your chin, making you look directly at him. “Do you think they can satisfy you the way I can?” he purred, his thump brushing against your bottom lip.

Your tongue darted out to wet your lips, licking over his thumb in the process. “No.” you voice sounded raspy, your chest moving faster the more he stared at you, making you feel oh so vulnerable. “Of course not.” He said, shoving his digit past your lips before moving it in and out of your mouth.

“Who is the only one that can turn you into your true self, the needy whore you know deep down you really are?” He withdrew his thumb, giving you the room to answer his question. A quiet moan left your lips, your thighs pressing together. You felt how your juice slowly started running down your legs, being smeared all over your skin by rubbing your thighs together. “You are…” you whispered.

“That’s right…” he growled before pushing you back, you stumbled against the table but couldn’t react fast enough; he was already pushing your upper body down onto the surface, the cool wood scratching against your back. Ichiji spread your legs to reveal your dripping core to him. A pleased grin spread across his lips when he took off his gloves and brush his digits against your sex.

Another moan, this time louder, erupted from your body at the touch and your arched your back, lifting your legs up to place your feet onto the surface. “Whore…” he commented and pushed two digits past your folds; wet sounds could be heard when he started moving them in and out of your body, his second hand resting on your knee, pushing your legs further apart.

You felt heat rise up in your body, being so exposed, so spread open to his eyes and touch. Even if you wanted to deny how needy you were you simply couldn’t; the wet sounds your cunt was making was betrayal enough.

Ichiji added a third finger, curling them upwards, changing the angle this way and making you arch your back once more, throwing your head back in pleasure.

“Whose whore are you?” you heard his raspy voice but couldn’t quite comprehend his words. He pulled his fingers out, leaving you empty and wanton, with no friction to satisfy your needs. “Whose whore are you?” he insisted, his hand that was buried inside your cunt just moments ago came up to your other knee, spreading them even further apart; your whole body on full display for him to see.

“Yours…” you panted, moving your hips up and down, shamelessly begging for his touch. Ichiji’s grin grew even wider at your response, cockiness and confidence dripping down from his lips. “That’s right….and whose cock do you want?” he leaned forward, pressing his clothed bulge against your arching core, moving against your wet entrance.

“Ichiji….please!” you panted at the friction, moving against him in a desperate attempt to get what you want.

“Whose. Cock. Do. You. Want?” he emphasized each word with a thrust, his whole body seeming like a blanket that was covering you.

“Fuck! Yours, Ichiji! Yours! Now please….! Please fuck me already!” you pleaded, voice almost a whine.

“Just because you begged so nicely.” He growled. You felt his hands leave your knees, taking off some of the strain that had been building up in your groin area. You panted when you felt his hands between your bodies, his knuckles brushing against your sex again while he opened his pants, taking out his hard dick, a silent sigh escaping his lips at the gained freedom.

Instinctively, you inched closer to the desired body part, feeling how the tip of his dick already pressed against your entrance. “I’ll make sure you never even think about another man’s dick.” He growled before his hips snapped forward, burying himself deep inside of you in one smooth go, your natural juice being the perfect lubrication.

You moaned out loud, wanting to wrap your legs around his waist but his hands were faster, pushing your legs apart once again, his warm palms pressing against your knees. “Leave them open.” He demanded but not leaving room to argue anyway. He was in his element when he started fucking you with a rough and fast pace, the loud sound of skin on skin echoing through the otherwise empty room.

“Goooood-!” you moaned, eyes shut tightly, concentrating on the intense feeling he was giving you. “I love your dick!” you panted, moving against his hard thrusts ever so slightly, wanting to feel him even deeper. Ichiji watched your messy form underneath him, satisfied with you becoming undone like this. But he never doubted himself in the first place.

“Of course, you do.” He panted, the cockiness never leaving his voice though as he picked up the pace, ramming his dick into you like a madman – and you loved all of it!

“Ichiji!” you moaned, voice becoming louder, no shame about who might hear you outside this room. Ichiji himself was quiet but he felt pride at your moans, being completely aware of his two younger brothers standing not to far away from the closed door, listening to your lustful moans and probably jerking off to it – and they couldn’t have you which was the best part, really.

The more he hammered into you, the more you felt your climax build up inside your lower stomach, your insides feeling as if they were on fire, intensifying the feeling of his dick rubbing against your inner walls with each thrust. “Gonna….gonna…..gonna cum….!” You panted, not being able to form coherent sentences anymore. “Already?” he chuckled, halting suddenly in his movement.

Confused, sweaty, and desperately you looked at him, heaving from the fast pace he was fucking you with. “Don’t stop….I’m so….I’m so close!” you pleaded, shuffling underneath him. But Ichiji didn’t move. Instead, he just looked at you, standing completely still, his dick still buried deep inside of you. Restlessly, you tried to move against his dick but he wouldn’t let you, holding you in placed.

Your walls clenched around him, trying to suck him in but failing miserably. “Ichiji….” You whined, your form a panting mess. You tried to concentrate on his dick that was filling you out in just the right way; just one inch deeper and he would press against your g-spot! Why was he doing this to you?

The more you thought about how good his dick felt inside of you, the more you felt your climax build up inside your lower belly again, moaning in desperation and pleasure alike. Ichiji watched with fascination how you seemingly still got closer and closer to your orgasm, just with him being inside of you!

“You love my dick so much that you cum just by it being inside of you?” he teased, his words finally pushing you over the edge. “Ichiji!” you almost screamed when your walls tightened around him. This was his cue; he started thrusting into you again, fucking you through your orgasm like there was no tomorrow.

“Ichiji…!” you panted, feeling how his ministration turned your whole body into one sensitive nerve that was about to rip apart. “I’m not gonna stop!” he chuckled, pressing himself deep inside your dripping cunt. “I’ve told you before that I will make sure that you’ll never think about another man’s dick ever again…”

#one piece #op #op ichiji #Vinsmoke ichiji #ns.fw #Ichiji x reader #Ichiji imagine #Ichiji x female reader #x reader #x female reader #female reader #op imagine #op x reader #op x female reader #Vinsmoke niji #Vinsmoke yonji

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