a/n: happy pride to all my fellow sapphics (and everybody in-between <33)
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Glass clinks against your nails as you absentmindedly wrap your hand around the stem of the bottle. Your apartment feels cosier like this, the world outside blocked out by your wine haze and the gauzy curtains, Shoko’s voice murmuring across to you as she happily sips her drink.
You sigh dreamily as the wine slips down your throat smoothly. “God, I’ve missed you, Sho.”
She laughs in response. “I missed you too, pretty. Blame Gojo for getting injured and making me stay late.” You roll your eyes theatrically, setting your glass down to softly trace the soft skin of her palm. “I still can’t believe you can just… do that with your hands. It’s amazing, Sho.”
She raises an eyebrow as her head tilts, shiny brown hair waterfalling over her shoulder, the skin exposed beyond her tank top. Her work clothes have long since been discarded into the wash, lab coat hung up inside the cupboard. “Oh? Tell me more.”
You know she’s only half serious, but the infliction in her tone makes you shiver. “Mmm…” your fingers keep tracing the lines on her hand. “And I love the way you don’t brag about it too much, either, you just do it. You’re so dedicated. And…”
Your reverence continues as your hands trail from her hands to her waist, Shoko’s glass of wine long forgotten beside yours as she lets the world go a little fuzzy around the edges. But not you, not as you crawl up on top of her and press your mouth to hers.
You’re loosely straddling her, thighs parted around her lap as gravity takes it’s course to allow you to slip your tongue into her mouth. She’s pleasantly surprised, and the moan she lets out is enough to tell you; soft puffs of breath get caught between thirsty nips of your teeth.
Shoko kisses back, lips plump and a little stained from the wine as she sits up and looks at you expectantly. You lie one last kiss to her beauty mark then adjust yourself how she wants- how you know she wants, after so many reruns of this same routine. And yet, you never get bored.
You couldn’t get bored- it’d be impossible, when she lifts up her thigh between your spreads legs and grabs your hips to drag you forwards. A gasp slips out instantly as your clit presses to her smooth skin beneath the loungewear she’s sporting, floaty shorts that are probably yours anyway.
“You can do it.” She murmurs against your earlobe, trailing her hand from your hip to pull your bottom lip down. You’re already dazed as she touches you, messily rocking your cunt back and forth.
“That’s…” you breathe, head tipping forwards into her neck, “that feels nice.”
She laughs and the breath ruffles your skin, goosebumps springing up. “Mmm, I can tell.”
It doesn’t take a genius to know she’s referring to the damp spot on your panties, slick pooling frustratedly in the gusset as you fight for friction on her leg. It’s a good thing too, because you’re already dizzy from the wine and her touch isn’t helping.
Your girlfriend’s hands slide from your hips- they’re moving on their own now, bucking desperately- to pull your shirt away and toss it to the side. She grins, eyes heavy but no less reverent, as she lowers her mouth to kiss across the newly exposed flesh.
Your tits are spilling prettily from the bra cupping them, chest heaving as your hips stutter along her thigh. “Oh, fuck, Sho-“ you mewl, gripping her scalp when she wraps her lips around your nipple and tugs down the undergarment.
Maybe it’s her teeth on your skin or the way she lifts her thigh up to rub against your soaked skin. Maybe it’s the wine simmering in your bloodstream and the fuzziness of your eyesight. Maybe it’s the fact you’ve been worked up since she uncorked the bottle with dexterous fingers and your mind drifted to them inside you.
“Ohmygod-“
Whatever it is, it makes your back curl outwards and shove your tits closer into her chest as the seam of your underwear catches justttt right and you cum on her thigh, legs shaking and your cheeks brightened.
“There you go.” She says lowly, proudly, pressing a final kiss to your marked-up tits and collarbone before drawing back to gently thumb your face; the action draws you back into consciousness, control of your own body, and you lean forwards to connect your tongue with hers.
It’s messy, to say the least. You’re still shaky and uncoordinated from your orgasm, aftershocks buzzing through you when she pinches at your nipple briefly; your whole body shudders, but her mouth coaxes you back to reality as you pull apart for air and gaze at her.
She’s so pretty. Her lashes are dark around her honeyed eyes, dusted with desire and adoration as her hands hold you. Shoko’s hair is mussed from your fingers, soft brown tangling around your palms as you gently lift her shirt away, too.
You giggle against her mouth. “Lie back.”
Her lips curl against yours. “Why should I?” She’s joking- her elbows are already turning, lowering her back against the comfy couch cushions as your fingers twist into the waistband of her shorts and gently shimmy them down her slender legs.
A trail of kisses is planted along her skin first, adoration bottled up in every slide of your mouth against her; her calves, thighs, hips- nowhere is exempt, and you can tell it’s working her up by the way she sighs and tangles her fingers in your hair.
“Don’t tease.” She mutters, although her voice is already strained. You smile, press one final kiss to her inner thigh, and clamp your mouth between her thighs. She moans breathily, and the sound makes you gasp into her in a cycle that only serves to make Shoko tremble above you.
Usually, she’s quiet anyway. But then it’s calculated silence, more like she’s deciding if the speech is worth her time or not- however, what you do to her is beyond the words she wouldn’t be able to choke out if she tried.
“Shit.” She breathes, rubbing soothing little circles on your scalp with her nails as you lick through the dampness flooding her skin. You’re enjoying this, having her collapse above you when your lips enclose around her clit and suck just a little on the right side of harsh.
“Sho…” you moan, pulling back enough to slide in two of your fingers, “you’re so pretty right now.”
Her hips buck upwards involuntarily, searching for the beautiful friction of your fingerpads against her insides; you twist and crook them in the way you know she likes, tongue carding across her clit, and the noise she makes is rewarding- to say the least.
It’s high and shattered, choked out between moans breathier than any others you’ve heard so far, mixed somehow with a little whisper of your name as you gaze up into her eyes.
You pull back, lips glossy with her until you swipe it away with your tongue. You’re as dazed as she is, body soft and naked above her as Shoko grips you up to rest on her skin. “Love you.” She murmurs quietly, legs tangling with yours on the couch as cushions fall ignored to the floor.
“Mm.” You agree lazily, kissing absentmindedly across her face. “Love you too, Sho. Have for a while.”
She laughs, tracing the curve of your back. “You didn’t finish your wine.”
You’re sitting back on your haunches to grab the bottle and refill your glass when you realise Shoko’s still staring at you. Her eyes are tracing the nakedness of your body, over the way your tits are marked up and your panties are nowhere to be seen- but she isn’t exactly doing it lustfully.
Of course, that makes up a little part of her obvious reverence- but it’s more the fact it’s you. That you’re both here like this, comfortable enough to fuck each other to orgasm and then go back to drinking wine, naked- like nothing happened.
She reaches for her glass and smiles around the rim.
Synopsis: Starting over at Cindersap University was supposed to be a fun change, a fresh start until you ran into the campus mean girl on your first day. A petty argument leaves both of you unimpressed, but things shift when Haley seeks you out for help.
Pairing: Haley x fem!reader
Tags: smau with written parts, stardew valley smau, university au, strangers to enemies to catching feelings, some angst, mostly fluff, everyone ships them but theyre oblivious, more/stc
Warnings: mentions of alcohol, smoking, bullying, moments of anxiety/bad mental health, college parties, college humor, kys/kms jokes, slight homophobia, very slight mention of a physical fight, more/stc
Chapters:
⋆ 𖤓 ⋆˚࿔ will indicate the chapter has a written part
1: new beginnings
2: ok freshman
3: i wonder
4: she's like regina george ⋆ 𖤓 ⋆˚࿔
5: i don't drink ⋆ 𖤓 ⋆˚࿔
6: cheer practice
7: im a detective
8: a closet of glass ⋆ 𖤓 ⋆˚࿔
9: operation scissor sisters
10: character development arc?
11: never back down
12: everything good
13: deal with the devil
14: stupid uni rules ⋆ 𖤓 ⋆˚࿔
15: my treat
16: blind leading blind
17: spook season
18: a-maze-ing ⋆ 𖤓 ⋆˚࿔
19: that's not friendship
20: the best gift
Author's Note: AHHHHHH first smau!! please be kind to me ive got no idea what im doing. also please remember that im a person with responsibilites behind the screen. while ill try to keep updates consistent, please be aware it can take time to do so
I love your work sooo much! You’re so incredibly talented and eloquent 💜💜 Can I please request that you write a Mizi x Fem Reader fic where Mizi is jealous of Reader getting so much romantic attention from other people in Anakt due to her beauty and talents (this is towards the end of their time there when they’re adults) so she drops her happy-go-lucky facade when the two are alone later in their room and takes her jealousy out on Reader in bed 🤭 and let’s say for the sake of this AU that her and Sua don’t have feelings for one another but are still friends
Mine to Keep (NSFW)
Pairing: Mizi x Female Reader
Word Count: 4.4k
Summary: In the days of ANAKT Garden, the beauty and talent that you draw is too much attention for Mizi's liking. What begins as an ordinary afternoon of admiration turns into something sharper when Mizi's mask of cheer finally cracks, revealing the jealousy and possessiveness she's been hiding.
Hey Siri, play author's note.
▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||| 0:10: STOPPP I'm gonna cry that's so sweet omfggg thank you so much that literally means the world!! I'm SOSOSOOO happy you enjoy my writing!! (˶˘ ³˘(´͈ ᵕ `͈˶) I hope you enjoy reading this one, and I'm so sorry for the wait. I kept changing and deleting stuff (╥﹏╥)!!!
Warnings: jealousy, possessiveness, rough kissing/touching, making out, semi-public implications (fear of being overheard), hand-over-mouth/muffled sounds, intensity of emotions, lowkey minor angst (branding mark), fingering, slight rough sex, slight thigh grinding, Mizi is a jealous dom, sua mention.
The garden was alive that afternoon, alive in that carefully curated, aching way that only ANAKT Garden could pull off. Fake flowers, yet they were able to mimic a full bloom, air heavy with sweetness, swaying in the mild wind. You had meant only to pass through, maybe hum a little tune under your breath, but it spiraled into something else the moment you stopped beneath the archway.
A cluster of voices rose almost immediately.
"Sing for us—just a little?" one voice coaxed.
"You're too kind to keep all that beauty to yourself."
"You move like an angel, you know that?"
Compliments piled, one after another, each stranger eager to draw your attention, to make you look at them, to earn even a fraction of your smile. You gave them politeness in return, brushing it off gently, your hands half raised in a soft protest.
"I was just passing through," you said, laughing lightly. "You don't need to—really, I'm nothing special."
But they wouldn't let it go.
You tried to brush it off, smiling lightly. "You're exaggerating. Really, I was just—"
But one of them — a tall competitor with silver hair — stepped forward and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. "Not exaggerating," he said, voice low. "Just honest."
You froze slightly at the gesture, polite enough to laugh it away, but the air thickened with something else: admiration, interest, desire.
From a distance, Mizi was supposed to be listening to Sua. Sua had been talking, in that calm, clipped way of hers, about harmonies—about a new modeling thing her master had signed her up for, one that meant she’d have to grow her hair long again. Mizi nodded along, smiling—her usual sunshine self—but the words didn’t land anymore. They drifted past her like wind over still water.
It was all so overwhelming that you barely noticed Mizi, who was sitting across the courtyard, knees pulled up, a half-playful grin tugging at her lips as Sua murmured something dry and quiet in her ear. Her laughter faltered mid-breath. Green-hazel eyes, once so bright, now drifted away toward you. You, surrounded, bathed in affection that wasn’t hers to give. And in that quiet glance, something inside her stilled a song she could no longer sing.
So you continued to try and wave them off, cheeks warming under the attention, but that only seemed to make the compliments stack higher, overlapping, tugging you deeper into their focus. The circle leaned in closer, admiration sparkling in too many eyes.
ꫂ❁
"...Mizi?" Sua's voice called out suddenly pulling her half-back. "Are you even listening to me?"
"Mm? Yeah—yeah, totally," Mizi chirped, but the brightness cracked a little too sharp. Her smile stretched, forced, as her eyes stayed locked on the growing crowd around you. She could see the way you kept brushing them off politely, the small laugh, the way you held your own shoulders as if you didn't quite know where to put your hands.
Sua's gaze narrowed. "You're not."
"Sorry," Mizi said quickly, shaking her head as if to clear it, long strands of pink-and-blue hair falling over her shoulder. "Just got distracted."
By you.
By them.
By the way her stomach churned every time someone leaned just a bit too close, every time another admiring word was spilled. She knew you were hers. She knew it. But it didn't stop the ugly, restless knot of jealousy from twisting inside her, clawing against the shiny, happy façade she wore like armor.
She forced a laugh at something Sua muttered, but her eyes flicked back once, twice, again—until finally she couldn't hear Sua at all. Only you, and the noise of everyone else trying to touch pieces of you she thought should only ever belong to her.
By the time you excused yourself from the crowd, their calls still chasing after you, Mizi's hands had curled into fists so tight her nails dug crescents into her palms.
ꫂ❁
Later, in the quiet of your shared room, you were tugging loose a ribbon from your hair that you had to put in your hair for rehersals , when the door shut harder than usual behind you.
"Mizi?" you said, half-turning, ready with the easy welcome you'd been saving for her all afternoon.
She didn't answer at once. When you saw her properly — pink that bled to cornflower blue in long waves, glasses sliding low on her nose — the expression on her face made whatever smile you were forming stall. It wasn't the sunny thing she wore for the Garden, the practiced brightness she always paraded; this was something rawer. Her eyes were lit like citrine struck by flame.
"...Are you okay?" you asked softly, setting the ribbon aside and folding the strands down your shoulders.
Mizi laughed, but the sound was wrong: short and sharp where you'd expected warmth. "Am I okay?" she echoed, and the tone, almost mocking, made you remember what the others called you sometimes — "angel" — a nickname she'd caught on a lip-read months ago and filed away. She said it now like a small, dangerous revelation. "You tell me, angel."
Confused, you tilted your head. "What do you mean?"
Her gaze locked onto you and something in her shifted, like the façade had been peeled away in one deliberate movement. The shine she used for everyone else scraped off until only a tense, simmering core remained. "You think I didn't see them?" she asked, voice dropping low as if what she'd been holding in might spill. "All of them circling you like moths to a flame. Smiling at you. Begging for a song. Touching your arm like they had any right—"
"Mizi." You rose slowly, hands empty and open, the universal gesture meant to soothe. "I wasn't—"
"I know you weren't encouraging it," she snapped, and the edge in her voice was new and frightening. Then, softer, the split of anger into something more vulnerable: "I know. But do you have any idea what it felt like? Watching them look at you like you could belong to anyone?"
The words trembled on the last line. Her hand shot out and slammed against the wall beside your head with a sound like a clap; the room seemed to tilt at the impact. She closed the distance between you until her breath warmed the shell of your ear.
"You don't belong to them," she whispered, all at once. "You belong to me."
Heat threaded up your neck. Your voice came out quiet. "I know that."
"Do you?" she hissed, pulling back just enough for you to see the storm in her eyes — not just anger but hurt and fear wrapped together. "Because I saw how you smiled even when you tried not to. I can't stand it."
"Mizi—"
ꫂ❁
Before you could finish the plea meant to soothe, her hands found your face. The motion was desperate and immediate, like someone trying to hold you in her hands so the world couldn't take you elsewhere. Then her mouth crashed into yours.
It wasn't the light, playful press she sometimes gave — not candy-floss and soft laughter. It was rough, urgent, claiming. Her lips moved with a need that felt raw and unpracticed and entirely true. You gasped; she swallowed your breath and deepened the kiss, fingers tangling in your hair and tugging hard enough to prick the skin at your scalp.
"Mizi—wait—" you tried, hands flying to her shoulders to try and slow her, but quickly failing.
"No," she murmured against your mouth, answering with another kiss instead of words. Her other hand slid to your waist, fingers gripping as if she were anchoring you in place. "I won't wait. Not after today. Not after seeing them look at you like that."
She kissed you like she meant to make you remember who you belonged to. The nature of the kiss shifted and sharpened: sloppier, hungrier,until a sound pushed out of you that was half surprise, half surrender. The noise seemed to do something to her; she shivered and pressed harder.
"I want you to remember," she breathed when you pulled back enough to hear her, chest heaving. Her eyes flashed with an ugly little triumph, the kind that belongs to someone who's just taken back a small piece of a world they feared losing. "Say it," she demanded, softer now, but the command still there like an order.
You met her gaze. There was a rawness in both of you — in the way her hands shook against your shirt, in the way your fingers clutched at the fabric bunched at her hips. You answered, barely more than a breath "I remember..I'm yours."
Her face flickered, victory, relief, protectiveness — all collapsing into an almost feral grin. She claimed your mouth again, and when her lips left yours, it was only to pull you closer, to press tiny, possessive kisses along the line of your jaw. The room narrowed to the weight of her body above you, the tang of her breath, the press of her palms at your waist like a promise and a threat.
Glasses askew, hair falling into both of your faces, Mizi looked nothing like the bright, oblivious girl the Garden adored. This was her stripped bare: possessive, ferocious, urgent. Every touch was an assertion.
I'm here; I see you; you are mine.
You let your hands roam at her instruction, fumbling at buttons and hems; she guided them, patient and impatient at once, like someone trying to translate the truth of her feelings into touch.
ꫂ❁
When she pulled briefly away to look at you, her breath came in short, hot bursts. Those green hazel eyes that met yours were burning. "Don't let them touch you," she said, voice tumbled between plea and command. "Don't let them think they can have what's mine."
Your reply was not a speech. It was a reversal of the motion — you drew her down, curling into the heat she offered, pressing your lips to the hollow at her throat where she always liked to be kissed and the side of her neck where the silver of her branding mark caught the dim light. The simple, urgent contact seemed to soothe some of the jagged edges between you both, though it didn't smooth them entirely.
She pressed you against the wall, then the floor, then the bed, until the room's small boundaries blurred. The air smelled like the Garden after the fake rain they poured, like crushed petals and the metallic tang of adrenaline. Between frantic kisses and ragged breaths, Mizi's voice cracked open in ways she rarely let anyone hear.
"If anyone even looks at you like that again," she murmured into your hair, "I'll—" Her sentence broke into a fierce, laugh-cry that was part menace, part wounding plea. "I'll make them remember not to."
You curled an arm around her neck and pulled her down until you could meet that fierce, messy look head-on. "You don't have to," you said, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth. "You never have to. You're not fighting alone."
She let out a breath that was almost a sob and then a laugh — a small, brittle sound that deepened into something warm when you repeated the words she needed to hear. For a long moment there was no more defense, no habit of forced smiles. There was only the two of you tangled, both a little breathless, both a little unmoored.
When she finally pulled back enough to lay her body against yours, flesh to flesh, the fight in her giving way to exhaustion, she kept her hand curled in your shirt. Her eyes, still bright, softened with a shadow of the usual playful grin she let the world see. "Stay," she said quietly, the single word like a prayer. "Please."
Her voice was small, almost breaking around the single word. Stay.
Your heart twisted. You brushed her hair back, strands of pink and blue clinging to her cheeks, and whispered, "I'm here. I'm not going anywhere."
Something in her snapped at that. Not in anger—but, in release like a switch flipped in her brain when you said; I'm not going anywhere.
The switch went from satisfaction to the need to please. Her shoulders shook with the force of the breath she let out, and then she suddenly was kissing you again, rougher, needier, like the promise had undone whatever thin thread of restraint she had left.
ꫂ❁
The bed creaked as she pushed you back even further into it, climbing over you, hands gripping at your clothes like she couldn't get close enough fast enough. Her mouth moved urgently against yours, wet and messy, her teeth grazing your lip again before she soothed the sting with her tongue.
You tangled your fingers in her hair, and she groaned into your mouth, pressing harder, her weight pinning you against the sheets. Her glasses slipped further down her nose, and she didn't bother fixing them. They fell of her and onto to the mattress, forgotten, as her focus tunneled entirely to you.
"I don't care who else wants you," she said between frantic kisses, her voice hoarse and trembling. "I don't care how many of them line up for a chance to hear you sing, to see you smile. They don't get you. They don't get this."
Her hands slid lower, impatient, tugging at fabric, at anything that separated you from her. She was shaking, not with fear but with an urgency that bordered on desperation, and you felt it in every touch, every breath she stole from your lips.
"Mizi," you breathed, trying to steady her, but your voice came out too soft, too shaky to carry authority.
She hushed you with another kiss, slower for only a heartbeat before her control frayed again. "No. Don't stop me. Not tonight. Not after the way they looked at you. I need—" Her words broke into another groan as she pressed herself flush against you.
Her golden-hazel eyes burned down at you, unguarded, fierce, and aching all at once. "Tell me again," she demanded, breath hot against your cheek. "Say it again so I don't forget. Say you're mine."
"I'm yours," you whispered, hands sliding down her arms, gripping her tight like you meant to anchor her. "Always yours."
Her answering sound was somewhere between a growl and a sigh of relief. She kissed you again, deeper, hungrier, her fingers tugging, pulling, stripping away whatever was in her way. The urgency, the heat, the press of her body—all of it made the room feel too small, too charged.
And as the last barrier of hesitation broke between you, you knew you weren't going to get any more words out of her tonight—just the feverish, messy proof of her jealousy and her love written against your skin.
Mizi didn't let you go after that last whispered plea. Her fingers curled in your shirt as if afraid you'd vanish the moment she loosened her grip. She kissed you again, slower now, but still heavy with that need that had clawed its way out of her — each press of her mouth less about finesse, more about proof. Her body folded against yours, heat bleeding through every point of contact.
ꫂ❁
A few seconds had passed and you felt like you were running out of breath, so you tried to shift to breathe, but Mizi's lips chased yours, and when they missed, they found your jaw, your cheek, the corner of your mouth, just like you had done to her. The wet warmth of her breath lingered against your skin. You realized she wasn't trying to seduce you with polish; she was trying to burn herself into you, like someone terrified of losing the map to where she belonged.
You leaned back, just enough to look at her. those round framed glasses she wore now off and her hair falling into her eyes — the image of her like this made something low in your chest twist tight. "Mizi," you whispered, one hand brushing her cheek. "I'm not going anywhere I told you."
Her answer was a quick, biting kiss, teeth dragging your bottom lip until you moaned. The sound slipped free before you could stifle it — a little too loud in the room, too raw. Her reaction was instant. Mizi's hand shot up and clapped over your mouth, palm warm and trembling against your skin.
Her eyes blazed, and she leaned close enough that you could feel her breath against your cheek. "Quiet," she breathed, almost frantic. "Do you want them to hear? Do you want anyone else to know how you sound when you're mine?"
The muffled noise you made against her hand only seemed to feed that fire in her gaze. She pressed her palm tighter, her thumb brushing your cheekbone, the rest of her hand curved around your jaw, holding you still. For a heartbeat, she just looked at you — your wide eyes, the flush spreading down your throat — and her own breath shuddered out of her like she was barely holding herself together.
Mizi finally moved her hand away, but it wasn't to free you; it was to replace it with her mouth, hot and insistent, swallowing whatever sound you'd tried to make. The press of her lips was wild, almost uncoordinated, and the desperation of it pulled a low, helpless noise from your throat. She devoured it, kissed you harder, until your body felt like it was going to give out.
ꫂ❁
You blushed as you felt Mizi caging you in with her body. One hand dug into your waist, pulling you flush against her, the other braced beside your head. The solid weight of her, the way she seemed to demand every inch of you, left you dizzy as you lied on the bed now fully naked except for your underwear the was still on yet Mizi.. she remained fully clothed.
"Mizi..." you tried again, voice unsteady.
"I love you," she interrupted, eyes darting over your face like she was starving. Her voice was a whisper, but it cracked with urgency. "Say it back please. Tell me you love me"
"I love you mizi," you breathed, trembling with the words but meaning them all the same.
Her whole body shuddered as if the confession hit her like a pulse of heat. Then she kissed you again, slower but no less consuming, a claiming touch that threaded possession with relief. Her lips trailed from your mouth down the line of your jaw, to the soft hollow beneath your ear, where her teeth grazed before she sucked a mark into your skin. You couldn't help the sound that escaped you — sharp, needy.
Her hand came up again, covering your mouth before the noise could carry. She leaned back just enough to watch you, her pupils blown wide, golden-brown irises burning around the edges. "Every sound. Every breath. Don't give them to anyone else." she whispered fiercely.
Your eyes fluttered shut, and you nodded against her palm, heat pooling low in your stomach as she pressed closer, relentless, insistent. Her free hand slid lower, skimming the edge of your shirt, tugging it up inch by inch until her fingers found bare skin. You shivered, the air cool against your stomach, her touch hot in contrast.
She dipped her head, mouth claiming the space just above your collarbone, teeth grazing before soothing with her tongue. Every press of her lips felt like a brand. She was unraveling you piece by piece, and yet somehow it was her falling apart, trembling hands, breaths coming fast and uneven, as though her own need had outrun her ability to cage it.
"Stay," she repeated again, voice muffled against your throat, more broken this time. "Please stay. Let me—let me prove it. Let me make you remember you're mine."
The way she said it, plea wrapped around command made your knees buckle, and this time, when you sagged, she caught you. Her arms locked around you, holding you upright, pressing you into her as though you were the only anchor she had left.
Your lips parted to answer, but she stole the words with another kiss, messy and urgent, tasting of both salt and sweetness. The edges of her glasses dug into your temple, but you didn't care. You clung back, fingers curling into her shirt until the fabric bunched, dragging her closer still.
ꫂ❁
The room was thick with heat and silence, except for the small, muffled sounds that slipped between you, hers sharp and desperate, yours half-strangled under her hand when she couldn't bear to let the world hear. Every kiss, every touch, every hushed command pressed you closer to a point you both knew was coming, but neither of you could stop.
You quickly wrapped your arms around her neck as she hovered on top of you, her lips connecting with yours again when you pulled apart.
Mizi's hand moved to your underwear, hastily pushing them to the side and sliding her hand down and against your folds. Her fingers were tracing along your wet pussy before tracing hard circles around your clit, and your hips bucked against her fingers, desperate for any friction, desperately wanting to feel more. Thankfully, she didn't keep you waiting long, slipping two fingers between your folds and into your pussy.
Her fingers went in easily into your pussy with no objection as your wetness spoke for itself. Quickly, her fingers curled inside you, making you gasp, your arms tightening around her neck. You rolled your hips, your eyes fluttering shut as her finger pressed harder into you and hitting your g-spot. Mizi leaned closer to be able to trail kisses across your face before pulling back to look at you, a soft yet obvious smirk on her face.
"So pretty when you're a mess..like an angel." She smiled, looking down at you. The nickname angel made it feel like there was a sudden dam in your stomach, ready to be broken.
You flushed that nickname was one that the others had called you, but it never made you feel like this before, until you heard it coming from Mizi? It made you realize how much you loved being loved by her, despite feeling embarrassed by the many ideas of what you looked like right now.
"Stop, you're embarrassing me, Mizi..." You mumbled, removing one of your arms from around her neck to cover your face with your arm, but failing as Mizi almost immediately pulled your arm away, twining her fingers with yours and pressing both your hand and hers to the side of your head.
"Don't be embarrassed. You're so pretty and all mine too," She smirked. Before you could respond, she slid her fingers from inside you and rubbed them against your clit. You moaned softly, throwing your head back at just how much pleasure you were feeling, and Mizi's cheeks turned a soft pink, yet her smile faded away. Mizi's hand that was pinning yours to the side of your head suddenly let go, and she moved her slick fingers against your pussy again, tracing over your clit and folds before slipping her fingers back inside you again, and you writhed under her touch.
Your hand quickly went up, and your fingers tangled into Mizi's hair. The long pink and purple strands were so beautiful, she was so beautiful it almost made you blush again, as you pulled her back down to you, crashing her lips against yours. You slid your tongue into her mouth, and she welcomed it eagerly with her own. You could feel yourself getting close, your breath coming faster as the dam inside you started to crack slowly but surely.
"M-Mizi." You pulled back to breathe her name against her lips, and she froze before moving herself away from the kiss to look at you, to watch you.
Something you'd never seen before replaced Mizi's expression. There was a hunger in her eyes, and she seemed to be taking in everything about you. Every tiny change in expression, every sound. She didn't want to miss a thing, especially after the others got you all to themselves earlier today.
Now it was her turn to have you all to herself.
ꫂ❁
Suddenly Mizi's pace sped up, her fingers hitting your g-spot even faster now as her thumb came up to apply pressure to your cilt, causing your head to press back into the bed even further, and your back arched further than you thought it could. You really tried to stop yourself from being so loud, but you were overstimulated by just how much pleasure you were feeling. Your high-pitched moans filled the room as you finally came undone, the dam finally breaking as you cummed.
You really wanted to kiss Mizi again, but she wouldn't budge from above you, still watching your expressions intently. Her name tumbled from your lips several more times before she finally took her fingers away, and you slumped into the bed panting and wrecked.
"Now you're definitely stuck with me. I'm never letting you go after this." Mizi leaned in, placing a soft and sweet kiss on your forehead, her eyes locking with yours intensely as she brought her fingers that were covered in your juices to her mouth and licked them clean. You felt your face heat up by just watching her do that, and you grabbed her shoulders, pushing her away and off you.
"That's enough, Mizi!!" You yelled not as loudly as you just were a few seconds ago when you were a moaning mess, but you knew she would get the point, and you were right because Mizi let out a slight laugh at your sudden outburst when you apologized. "S-sorry." Mizi just smiled at you, her eyes openly ogling your naked body before looking you in the eye and leaning forward right next to your ear
"Don't be angel, it gives me more of an excuse to do this again, and we will be doing this again." She whispered before leaning back to press a chaste kiss to your lips.
Those words had you wondering for the next few hours. As you both laid there on the bed with each other, you were completely naked and she was fully clothed, you ruined and her intact as she rested on top of you, her head nuzzling into your neck as you lied there dazed and curious.
Aang absolutely loves rainy days because they force everyone to slow down. No rushing off to save villages, no training schedules, no long journeys on Appa. Just a quiet day with you.
He wakes up before you and immediately notices the rain tapping against the windows. Instead of getting out of bed, he curls closer, deciding that whatever plans he had can wait.
The moment you try to get up, he wraps his arms around your waist and buries his face into your shoulder.
"It's raining. That means we're officially required to stay here for at least another hour."
-–—•
Zuko:
The two of you would spend most of the day tucked away in his private chambers, wrapped in blankets with steaming cups of tea. Zuko claims he wants to read reports, but somehow he always ends up abandoning them whenever you ask for his attention.
He'd secretly enjoy sitting beside a window with you, listening to the storm together. Not much talking required. Just your shoulder against his and his hand finding yours beneath a blanket.
If the rain becomes particularly heavy, he'd convince you to join him on one of the covered palace balconies. Standing there together, watching the gray skies and distant mountains disappear behind sheets of rain, he'd rest his chin atop your head and simply hold you.
Zuko is also the type to become unexpectedly affectionate during rainy weather. More lingering touches. More forehead kisses. More excuses to pull you closer whenever there's a chill in the air.
-–—•
Sokka:
Rainy days become storytelling days. Sokka would spend hours dramatically retelling old adventures, making himself sound ten times cooler than he actually was. Every time you call him out for exaggerating, he'd act deeply offended.
He'd try to cook something for the two of you. Whether it turns out edible is another question entirely.
If the weather gets particularly stormy, he'd unconsciously become more protective. An arm draped over your shoulders. Pulling you closer when thunder shakes the walls. Making sure you're warm without making a big deal out of it.
Sokka absolutely loves making you laugh on days like this. He'd spend half the afternoon doing ridiculous impressions, making up fake stories, or challenging you to increasingly stupid games just to hear your laugh again.
At some point, you'd catch him staring at you while rain taps softly against the windows. When you ask what he's looking at, he'll immediately get flustered and insist he wasn't looking at anything.
-–—•
Katara:
Katara would be the first one awake, listening to the rain tapping softly against the windows. Instead of getting out of bed immediately, she'd stay curled beneath the blankets, enjoying the rare excuse to slow down.
She'd gently brush hair from your face and smile to herself when you instinctively move closer to her warmth in your sleep.
Rainy days would bring out Katara's nurturing side even more than usual. Before long, she'd be making tea or a warm breakfast, insisting that everyone deserves comfort when the weather turns gloomy.
She'd tell you stories from the Southern Water Tribe - childhood memories, funny moments with Sokka, and little details she doesn't usually talk about. Rain always seems to make people reflective, and Katara would find herself sharing pieces of herself she keeps hidden.
Waterbending would become playful rather than practical. Tiny droplets from the rain would dance around the room at her command just to make you smile.
-–—•
Toph:
She pretends to complain when the weather ruins whatever plans you had. "Great. Now we're stuck inside with each other all day." Meanwhile, she's already sitting close enough that your shoulders are touching.
Rainy days are one of the few times Toph lets herself be still. No training. No proving herself. No showing off. Just the steady sound of rain against the roof and your presence beside her.
She'd never outright ask to cuddle. Instead, she'd gradually invade your personal space until you're practically wrapped around each other. If you point it out, she'll deny everything. "You're the one leaning on me."
If you braid her hair while you're sitting together, she acts annoyed the entire time. "What are you doing? Stop fussing." Yet the second you stop, she'll immediately ask why.
If you fall asleep beside her, she'll never admit how much she enjoys it. But she'll stay perfectly still for hours just so she doesn't wake you.
Toph secretly loves when you describe what the storm looks like outside. The gray clouds, the rain sliding down the glass, the flashes of lightning. She listens carefully, storing every detail away.
-–—•
A/N:
It’s my birthday! It’s raining very hard here, we’ve entered winter but I’m positive most of you guys are in summer. The rain made my birthday plans canceled so I came here to write these instead for you. <3 (I want a cake so bad waahhh)
Synopsis: Starting over at Cindersap University was supposed to be a fun change, a fresh start until you ran into the campus mean girl on your first day. A petty argument leaves both of you unimpressed, but things shift when Haley seeks you out for help.
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Author's Note: and it's over!! i love you all <33 and thank you so so so much for being kind, leaving comments and tagging along this silly story.
Synopsis: Starting over at Cindersap University was supposed to be a fun change, a fresh start until you ran into the campus mean girl on your first day. A petty argument leaves both of you unimpressed, but things shift when Haley seeks you out for help.
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18: a-maze-ing ⋆ 𖤓 ⋆˚࿔
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The smell of corn and pumpkin was strong in the air as you entered the party area. Despite it being in a literal graveyard, the party was in full swing. You hadn’t enjoyed Halloween like this before, more used to the city, but this was refreshing.
The music was mellow and low-key, the people wandered around, played games, talked and drank punch or beer. A huge bonfire in the back lit the area, Sam playing his guitar next to it as he sat in a power-ranger type costume. Sebastian was there with him, making s’mores with Maru who was dressed up as a robot. You gave them a little wave, not wanting to intrude in on their time together.
“YN!! Here!” Abigail called, holding out a glass of fruit punch for you.
“It’s alcohol free.” She assured you as you came closer to take the red cup from her hands. She was dressed up as a hooded skeleton, the skull mask stuck up on her forehead for now.
“You look good.” You commented, eyeing up the costume. Abigail grinned and did a little twirl in it.
“Right? Gave dad a heart attack when I was leaving. He’s such a bum.”
“Come off the old guy, he’s just allergic to fun”
Both of you laughed.
“Abby! YN!” Emily joined you both, dressed up as.. something? It had a lot of feathers and it was pretty colorful. You didn’t question it.
“Hey Ems, what’s got your feathers ruffled?”
“Haley was tipsy. Now she’s lost.” Emily frowned.
“I can’t cover the entire ground myself, if you guys don’t mind would you help looking for her? I just wanna make sure she’s okay.”
You and Abby didn’t have to be told twice. From Emily’s account, Haley should be in a Tinker-Bell costume. All three of you went in different directions. You decided to look for her near the maze, seeing a bunch of people crowded there. Someone was sure to have seen her.
Luckily, your hunch was correct. People had seen a Tinker-Bell enter the maze. You texted Emily and Abigail about it, but for whatever reason the texts weren’t being delivered. You tried calling too, but it went straight to voicemail.
With no option left, you prayed to whatever god is out there and entered the maze to find Haley.
It took you about 10 minutes to realise you were circling the same place. You cursed your terrible sense of direction and turned onto a (hopefully) new path. The people up front had said the maze wasn’t that big, but it felt ginormous once you were inside.
Finally on a new path, you tried calling out for the blonde again.
“Haleyyy! Haley! It’s YN!! Emily’s looking for you!”
You’re too focused on not paying attention to your surroundings, so you walk right into a zombie arm prop, shrieking loudly from the fright. But once you realise it’s fake, you feel a bit embarrassed.
Pulling the disgusting thing off yourself, you continue walking around the maze. There were so many different props and more spooky decors more you went in, so you were probably down the right way.
You find yourself a little clearing, seeing a small fountain of green liquid. It's probably dyed green for the effect, but it still looks weird and out of place. Sighing, you cupped your hands around your mouth and yelled for Haley again.
Finally, you heard a faint call back - a distant “I’m here!”. It was from one of the ways backing out behind the fountain. You picked the left path, turned into a corner and finally came face to face with her, backed into a dead end.
No matter what, every time you’d look at her your heart would skip a beat. It was annoying, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. Haley was so pretty that she didn’t deserve any less than this kind of doting. She was dressed in a sparkly green low cut crop top and a lighter green ruffly skirt. Fake wings were clipped to her back and her makeup was perfect, matching. It took you a moment to remember what you were there for.
“Hey.”
“Hey, darling.” She giggled, throwing an arm over your shoulder to pull you closer.
“You’re drunk.”
“Tipsy.”
“Same thing. Let’s get out, yeah? Emily’s been worried for you.”
“And not you?”
“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.”
“Hmmm.”
“Come on,” you urged. “I need to get you out. Why are you here anyways?”
“Sebastian said it’d be fun. I don’t know why I agreed.”
You laughed.
“So were you waiting for anyone to come by and rescue you?”
Haley smirked.
“And here you are, my knight in shining armor.”
You felt the heat rush into your face and scratched your cheek.
“Not really. I got lost and I thought maybe I wouldn’t even find you. And honestly Abby and Emily could’ve found you too-"
“God you’re so fucking stupid YN.”
Her hand gripped your chin and pulled you close, switching places and pushing you against the hedge of the maze. Your heart raced as Haley leaned in close, her blue eyes practically baring into your soul.
“Haley-”
“Stupid.” She whispered, pouting. “Can’t you tell I’ve been flirting with you for over a month now?”
“Y-You?” You stuttered, heart racing. “With.. me?”
“You’re so fucking stupid, it makes me want to just grab you and kiss you stupid sometime. Just like this.”
“How- you are- wait-” You try to keep her at a distance. You didn’t want this to be another play at your feelings, despite desperately wanting it to be true.
“You’re drunk.” You said, holding her softly. “There’s no way you’d like me back.”
Haley stared at you for a moment, the gears in her head working. You remember that look on her face from the first party. It feels like deja vu.
“YN.” She said softly, stepping close and holding your hands. “You listen to what I’ll say right now. You’re such an amazing person. You have great skills, yet you doubt yourself. It hurts that you do. I’ve seen how good you are. How kind and helpful you are, how cheeky and funny you can be. And how, despite how people wronged you, you still decided to bare your heart on your sleeve, make a big change and trust people all over again. You’re so brave for that. And you know why I fell in love with you? Because you’re always yourself. You never back down from that, and that’s admirable. I want to be there for you when your heart hurts and I want to be there to lift you up until you’re the one who’s lifting yourself up too.”
You felt tears prick your eyes, fingers intertwining and twisting with Haley’s as she talked. Your throat tightened and you mumbled back.
“I.. I started liking you too. Because.. I don’t even know how to describe it to you. You’re just so pretty. And it’s not just that. You are so complex. And knowing you feels like you’re trusting me with something so precious. With yourself. I want.. I want to be there for you too. Fuck, I’m so shitty with words-”
“Then shut up.”
And then all you feel is peach flavoured lip gloss, warm lips and firm hands holding your face like you’re the most invaluable asset. You melt right into her, hands hesitantly resting on her hips and pulling her closer.
When you both pull away, Haley’s eyes sparkling with a newfound attraction. You swallowed thickly, memorising the taste of her. She was waiting for a reaction.
“A-mazing.” You breathed out.
Haley huffed a laugh.
“Was that a pun, darling?”
“Maybe.”
You leaned back in.
“So.. we’re?”
“Say your words properly, honey.”
“..Do you want to be my girlfriend, Haley.”
“I’ve been waiting for that question for so long.”
She kissed you again, shorter this time as you heard some feet shuffle past on the other side of the hedge.
“We’re not telling anyone yet, though. I don’t want them to freak.”
“I wouldn’t mind keeping it private. I’m not out to everyone anyways.”
She patted your face as reassurance.
“Plus, I feel like they were trying to set us up. Can’t give them that satisfaction now, can we, baby?”
hiiii! i just wanted to say first of all that i love your writing ur so talented!!
i wanted to request hange who’s a huuuge tease during sex, like she stops just as you’re about to cum to “study your reaction” while she has a huge shit eating grin on her face.
thanks a lot!! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)
"For science?" - Hange Zoe
Summary : Hange is absolutely wrecking you, and claims that it's all just for science!
Content : Finger fucking, female Hange, denied orgasm, teasing
It started out pure. You were sitting in Hange's office, half-asleep while she examined a piece of titan hardening. It was late, probably near 2 in the morning.
"Dear, do you think you could help me?" Hange's voice rang out, jolting you awake. You stood up, stretched, and walked over to her desk.
"Sure. What do you need?" Hange smiled to herself when she felt your comforting presence next to her. She stood up straight, turning to face you.
"This has nothing to do with the titan hardening. It's simply just something I've been thinking about testing recently." You could see how Hange's eyes lit up the more she talked; it was absolutely adorable. "You see, I think it would be quite beneficial to me if I studied your reactions when we have sex."
Your eyes widened. Hange was always upfront about anything and everything, even the sex life between you two. She had never outwardly spoken about something like this, though.
"It's your decision, of course. I just want to see how you react to certain things, so I know what to and what not to do. You saying that you like something just isn't enough backup. So please, for science?"
Hange waited eagerly for your response. "Of course I'll help you, babe." You answered after a moment; after all, how could you say no? Sweet sex with Hange and she gets to record her finding? It was a win for you both, going both ways.
"Alright! It's a bit late, so why don't you rest up, and we can get to work at midnight tomorrow? Levi hardly ever sleeps but he won't be near this room around then!" Hange was ecstatic. You two had sex in your recreational time, of course, but something about this being "for science" really lit a fire under her.
"That's fine, Hange." You gave her a quick peck on the lips. "Goodnight, I'll see you tomorrow. I love you." You let Hange give you a miss in return before leaving her office.
"Goodnight! I love you too!" She called behind you, sliding down into her chair when the door shut. Her mind was reeling with all the things she could try on you; she put pen to paper right away, writing out a list.
Midnight couldn't come fast enough for you or Hange. Knowing looks were passed between the two of you throughout the day, and you were all up in your head thinking about what Hange had planned.
At last, you found yourself stepping into her office just slightly past midnight. Hange was sitting down, hands clasped together on the desk in front of her. She perked up when she heard the poor open and shut, eyes starting to gleam when she saw your person walking towards her.
"I've been waiting for what feels like forever!" Hange said excitedly, jumping up and rushing over to you. You let her guide your over to her desk, jumping up to sit on top of it. "I decided that, for tonight, there is only one thing I would like to focus on."
Hange leaned closer to you, hands landing on her desk on either side of your thighs. You blushed, meeting her gaze. "What would that be?" You questioned.
Hange smirked, leaning up closer towards your face. "I'm going to keep that a secret; you'll just have to figure it out as we go." Her hands made their way up your torso, tracing over the buttons of your shirt. "May I?"
You nodded, giving Hange free reign over your body. Her hands were quick to undo each button, eyes immediately falling on your breasts, which were held by your bra. She slid your shirt off and tossed it aside, now reaching behind your back to take your bra off.
Hange undid the clasp, tossing the bra aside as well. She rubbed her thumbs across your hardening nipples, brain stimulated by your breathy whimpers. She pressed down on your nipples next, noticing your whimpers getting louder. She paused, turning to write down her observations.
"Soft noises from rubbing...louder ones produced from pressing." You tilted your head to the side, wishing so desperately that her slender fingers gripping the pen were inside your cunt instead.
"Hange." You hissed, reaching over to nudge her shoulder. She dropped her pen back down onto the paper, standing back up straight.
"Don't worry, my dear. We're almost at the good part." She said, voice a little too calm for the teasing she was about to make you induce.
Hange left your breasts alone for the moment, now helping you shimmy out of your boots and pants. Once those garments were forgotten on the floor, Hange planted her hands firmly on your thighs, spreading them open. She pulled your body forwards to tilt you slightly upwards, giving you a second to place your hands behind you on the desk to hold your postion.
Hange spread your legs a bit wider, leaning down to bring her face close to your cunt, which was thinly covered by your panties. Your arousal was evident on the light gray material, which made Hange internally happy.
"Look at that." She whispered, pressing her thumb to your folds. You gasped, finding yourself whimpering even more as Hange moved her thumb back and forth, the wet patch on your underwear growing with every movement.
Hange would have felt too bad if she left you hanging now to write more observations, so she catalogued your reactions and arousal in her memory.
She slid you out of your underwear next, stepping back to admire your naked frame sitting upon her desk. Hange reclosed the gap between you two, standing directly in your line of sight so all you would be able to focus on was her.
Hange pressed two fingers to your clit, moving them in gentle circles over the sensitive bud. You rolled your hips forwards, right hand reaching to grab Hange's arm.
A small smile crossed her lips, and she then moved her fingers to your hole, only pressing the tip of her pointer into your aching cunt. Groaning, you looked at Hange with pleading eyes; she was nothing short of a tease when getting intimate, and you knew this, so you couldn't really complain about the situation you were currently in.
"Patience, darling." She mewled, voice low. Hange slid the tip of her middle finger into you next, noticing how such a small stretch was already turning you into a mess.
She sunk her fingers deeper into the slickness of your walls, letting you take moment to adjust before starting to slide them in and out in languid motions. Your pussy clenched around her digits, juices coating her fingers as she went deeper into you with each pump.
"Ah, Hange...faster please." You moaned, head dropping down against her left shoulder. Hange abided to your request, speeding up the pace of her fingers just enough to satisfy.
Hange's curious fingers curled inside your cunt, hitting right up against your sweet spot each time she pumped them in and out. The lewd, squelching sounds of your cunt being abused by her filled the room, alongside your loud moans and whimpers.
You clamped around Hange's fingers, a sure sign that you were close. Quietly, you murmured a small "I'm going to cum" into her shoulder. Right before you came undone on her fingers, Hange pulled them from inside you.
You jolted back, eyes blown wide. Your hole clenched around air, empty from where it was previously filled. Hange brought her fingers to her lips, tasting some of your arousal before wiping her hand on a nearby rag.
"Let's see...sweet taste...shock when denied of an orgasm." You scowled, watching as he jotted down some other small observations.
"So that's what you're experimenting with? Seriously, Hange?" You caught her attention, and Hange stood back upright, returning to her position between your legs.
She chuckled. “You volunteered to do this, darling. Now just sit back and let me take care of you.” Hange brought her fingers back to your puffy clit, pressing and circling.
Whining, you let Hange have her way with you, fingers pumping in and out of your dripping cunt without mercy. She always made sure to stop right before you came, the sight of you begging her to make you cum incredibly mind-racing.
You writhed on the table, hips rolling forwards as you tried to grind into Hange’s hand.
“Hange, I’m close! Pl-please- let me- ngh, this time!”
Your pleas fell upon deaf ears. Hange continued to torture your abused pussy, studying closely each time your cunt would clench around nothing.
Her notepad was full of neat writing, you weren’t sure anymore if they were actual observations or if Hange was just bullshitting you. Either way, you continued to give in to her merciless finger fucking.
“You’re so reactive.” She would coo into your ear, watching your thighs tremble with a shit-eating smirk. Small tears rolled down your face, head lolled to the side. You were close to calling it quits.
Leaning in, you tried to find Hange’s lips, desperate for some other touch. She responded with a shell of a kiss, lips barely grazing yours before she pulled back.
“I’m…Hange…” your voice was weak, clit throbbing in sync with the rythme of Hange’s fingers. Convinced begging would get you nowhere, you didn’t finish your sentence.
Hange didn’t pull her fingers from your pussy, but instead paused them, meeting your burnt out, hungry eyes once again.
“You’ve earned your orgasm, dear.”
You sat up straight in a flash, back arching as Hange plunged her fingers back in, her pace faster and harder than it had been this whole night. You were already on the brink of climax.
Hange leaned her face in close, letting you capture her lips and slide your tongue into her mouth. You wouldn’t break the kiss even for air, not until you came.
Your hips jutted forwards into Hange’s fingers once, then twice…
It was like a coil unraveled in your stomach, your orgasm hitting you hard. You cried out into Hange’s mouth, hips grinding downwards while Hange fucked you through your release.
She broke free from your lips once your body had started to settle. Hange stepped back slightly, spreading your pussy lips with two fingers to analyze the mess you had made.
With a satisfied hum, she turned to write some final observations on her notepad. You looked down between your thighs, sticky cum coating your skin and seeping into the wood of Hange’s desk.
“Delicious, as usual.” Hange said softly. Looking up, you noticed the small traces of your cum that remained on her lips. You blushed, reaching out to wipe it off with your thumb.
“Did this further your ‘scientific research’?” You questioned sarcastically. Hange grinned, relieved you still had your usual spark.
“It stopped being for science about halfway through, darling.” She responded, to which you sighed dramatically. Hange placed a hand on your thigh. “Let’s get you cleaned up, alright?”
You nodded, hopping off the desk, your wobbly legs throwing you off balance. Hange covered you, and proceeded to quietly guide you to the bathhouse.
“I think I should help you with your sex science more often.” You whispered, walking tight against Hange. She gasped excitedly, lowering her tone after remembering that others who are still awake might hear. Hange replied with a heartfelt smile:
“Hange,” you ran your smooth hands over their bare shoulders, “I started the shower. Come on.”
Hange had been staring in the mirror, muttering something about science under their breath. Despite saying they were going to shower twenty minutes ago, they stood naked in the bathroom, still thinking about work.
“I’m coming, dear. I was just thinking about the titan we saw yesterday, and how strange it looke-“
“Hange. Shower.” Grabbing their hand, you let Hange over to the stall, practically shoving them in.
The lukewarm water cascaded over your skin, sending shivers up your spine. Hange was already washing their hair, the water slicking it back.
Closing the gap between the two of you, you slid your arms around Hange’s waist, pulling them flush to your chest, eyes locking on to theirs.
“You couldn’t wait until we got out, huh?” Hange chuckled, eyes roaming over your face, then your collarbones, then your breasts, admiring the way your skin looked with water running down.
“I guess not,” you murmured, lips mere centimeters from Hange’s own. After a moment’s tension, you met their lips, grip on their waist tightening.
Hange groaned into your mouth, wasting no time in sliding their tongue past your teeth in search of your own.
Your hands roamed Hange’s back, unable to stay still, needing to be touching them in every place possible. Hange was the opposite; they held you steady under the spray of water, refusing to let your lips leave theirs for even a second.
The kiss grew is desperation with each flick of tongue as you both tried to explore each other’s mouths deeper, something that was practically impossible at this point.
Hange’s hands traveled down to your ass, playfully groping the soft flesh. They resisted the urge to laugh hearing your soft whimpers, not wanting to ruin such a steamy moment.
“Hange,” you moaned, pulling away from their face, “let’s do it here. Please, I need you.”
The sharp glint that sparked in their eyes was visible even through the water that dripped down their face. Hange nodded, fingers already finding their way to your cunt.
“That’s fine with me, dear. Let’s just hope we don’t get in trouble for wasting water.”
Their words were a sure sign that you would be in this shower stall for a long time.
content: 18+ nsfw modern au, beefy!toph, bimbo!reader, bitch x bitchier, they’re both sluts / bit of slut shaming?, piercing play, LOTS of sexual tension, thigh riding, friends w benefits ??
summary: …yeah, toph is not beating the pervert allegations.
author’s note: this was very self indulgent.. had to cut it short because oh my FUCK i have exams and i keep procrastinating.
part 2 here.
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you get to the kitchen, grabbing your kettle from its rightful corner and fill it with sink water. while your fingers try adjusting the plug over the outlet (so frustrating with your current nail set!!!), an annoyingly familiar set of hands finds your hips again.
you sigh, tilting the kettle to find the “on/off” button, “i’m literally just making us tea. can’t you go a minute without touching me?”
toph tuts, slotting her chin on your shoulder as she presses her hips against yours, “no, no. you don’t get it. your ankle’s sprained, so someone’s gotta hold you steady. mhm mhm, wouldn’t want you to fall over.”
“toph, if you were a dude, i’d feel your bulge poke my ass.”
she only shrugs, rubbing over your waist, “well, good thing i’m not a dude then.”
you roll your eyes, exasperated, “that’s.. not the point. at all. whatever, do you like peach tea?”
she scoffs, the hot puff of air hitting your face, “peach tea? what are you, twelve? don’t you have a more grown-up flavor?”
you huff, opening the upper cabinet to take two cups out, “fuck off, it’s the only one i like. it’s either that or my stash of tequila.”
“that’s too grown-up.”
“yeah, that’d be really bad if i gave a fuck,” you reach for your tea bags, “so unless you want to get drunk at three pm, just drink the— wait. that’s actually a great idea.”
she gives you a deadpan look, “great idea? getting drunk at three? jingle bells, are you an alcoholic?”
“not really, but talking to you makes me wish i was.” you ditch the cups, leaving her grasp to head for your stash.
she scratches her head, “you know, maybe you should just stick to the tea..”
“no,” you open the fridge, happily picking up a bottle, “i wanna get drunk, right now. you’re a fucking genius.”
“can’t say the same about you,” she quips, and you shoot her a glare, “you’re getting drunk with a stranger in your house. you can’t be that dumb, right?”
“oh no,” you walk back over to her, teasingly lifting her chin with the tip of your bottle, “are you gonna do bad things to me, stranger?”
she grabs the bottle, lowering it, making somewhat accurate eye contact with you, “are you willing to gamble on that?”
you scoff, moving away, “ew, that’s a disgusting reply.”
“it’s a realistic one.” her hand shoots out to grab your wrist, and the sudden seriousness in her gaze throws you off. “obviously, i wouldn’t do anything to you, but you can’t just invite any fucking stranger in and get drunk and vulnerable with them. how can you even be so sure of my intentions?”
“i—” you huff, an embarrassed blush creeping up your cheeks, “d-don’t lecture me about stranger safety, you idiot. obviously, i wouldn’t just let anyone in, i’m not fucking stupid. you.. you’re— ..”
“i’m?” she steps closer, invading your space, a small smirk tugging at her lips, “what is it? what makes me special to you?”
heat floods your face when she leans down to your height, her attractiveness making your nerves go haywire. you push her off with a flustered whine, “stop being weird! fine then, let’s just have the fucking tea!”
“there you go,” she pulls back with a chuckle, finally breaking character, “smart girl.”
you shakily dip your tea bags in your cups, still rattled by whatever the hell that was, “f-fuck you.”
“sure, maybe later.”
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“eugh, this is nastyyy..” she drawls, sticking her tongue out in disgust as the tea swirls in her cup.
you silently glare at her, seated across from her, still flustered from her earlier stunt. why was she acting like nothing happened? the tension was insane, and now she’s just.. whining about tea. it was just like your bus incident, all that fighting just for her to.. casually brush it aside.
why was she like this?
“tastes like, hmm, warm water. seriously, it’s so bland.”
you scoff, shaking the thoughts off to take a sip of yours, “that’s what tea is, shut up.”
“you’re mad.” it’s not a question.
“i’m not.”
“why are you mad?”
you set your tea down on the table, a scowl on your face, “because you’re insufferable.”
“i won’t disagree,” her spoon clinks against the rim of her cup as she absentmindedly stirs it, “but how exactly?”
“you think you’re so smart,” you glare down at your poor, innocent drink, “you treat me like i’m some stupid, thoughtless girl. what was all that about earlier? you were spouting creepy bullshit at me, and y—”
“ahh,” she chuckles, propping her cheek on one hand as her free one reaches to tuck your hair behind your ear, “you’re still on about that?”
you groan, baffled by the audacity of the question, “why wouldn’t i be!? you literally—”
“wow, you’re pierced,” she sits up straight, smiling at the cold feel of the earrings she accidentally grazed, feeling them under her fingertips. “damn, really pierced.”
you blink, taken off guard again, then you blush harder, “see, you’re doing it again! whenever i try confronting you, y—you just keep distracting me by—”
“is that a daith?” she whistles, brushing over your inner piercings, “and a conch. jesus, i heard they hurt like hell. you’re one strong woman.”
your eye uselessly twitches at the relentless cut offs, and she seems to revel in your stammering.
“you— you’re so— ughhhh! i hate you so much!” you groan in defeat, clutching the right side of your head while curious fingers continue prodding at your left earlobe.
to your surprise, her other hand joins in to feel your other ear too, her thumbs caressing your cheeks while the rest of her fingers trace the piercings.
you flush completely red at the close contact, but she only offers a casual smile, “they both have different jewelry? that’s pretty cool. which one’s more pierced?”
“my.. right one.” you sigh, giving up on properly communicating with this stubborn fuck and deciding to indulge her instead. plus, you liked showing off your piercings, so you reluctantly found yourself eager to tell her more. “i sleep on my left side, so my right piercings heal better.”
she hums approvingly, now moving to your face, “an eyebrow piercing.. a nose stud, too.”
you swallow, slightly shy. this felt more intimate than you thought it’d be. after all, nobody had felt your piercings up like this — i mean, they could see them, so they had no reason to.
her thumb gently presses down on your plush bottom lip, her voice lowering down to a whisper, “what’s this one called again?”
“a.. vertical labret,” you whisper back, your heart doing a traitorous flip at the focused look on her face, “um, that’s about all, for my facial piercings.”
“i see,” her sightless eyes flit up to yours, gaze somewhat heavy, “where else are you pierced?”
you think the question over for a few seconds before answering, “honestly, too many places. i don’t know if i’ll be able to recount them all.”
“then don’t,” her voice is oddly low, and it makes your brows raise a little, puzzled. her thumb slowly leaves your lip, “let me feel them.”
okay, what the fuck.
she couldn’t be dense enough not to know what the hell she was implying, or not feel the tension brewing,
you stare at her, trying to catch the slightest crack in her expression, but she totally meant every word. and you couldn’t read her nor her intentions at all.
and yet, you couldn’t find it in yourself to refuse her, nor did you genuinely want to.
you slowly get up from your seat, the sting of your ankle helping you snap back a bit to reality, a hand on the table for support as you walk over to her seat.
she leans back, legs wide open for you to stand between them.
she huffs out a small laugh, her hands finding your adorned waist, “this is just like earlier. you stood between my legs just like this, then you told me off in front of everyone on that bus.”
you grunt, blushing again, “stop mentioning that. you deserved it, you looked like a pervert.”
“well,” svelte fingers fiddle with the jingly waist beads, sliding under them to feel the warm skin, “i think i look more like a pervert now.”
you hum, looking down at her, “well, i think you are a pervert.”
“so harsh,” her index lightly taps your hip, “anyway, about those piercings.”
“right,” you exhale softly, the air feeling a little hotter than usual.
“ohh, a belly piercing,” her thumb brushes over the heart-shaped jewel sitting in your navel. she smirks, “that’s a slutty pick.”
“it’s cute,” you argue, watching her hands splay flat over your waist, like she was trying to feel up as much exposed skin as she could.
“slutty and cute aren’t mutually exclusive,” she replies, and you completely agree.
her touch slides down to your lower back, and that pleasantly surprises her. “are these back dermals? i’ve never actually seen them up close before.”
you nod, “yeah. i mean that’d be pretty hard to do, especially with you being, you know, fucking blind.”
“there’s a special place in hell for you, bitch.” she pinches your hip, chuckling at the small squeak it pulls out of you. “now be quiet, let me feel the rest.”
…
“.. you do know there obviously aren’t any piercings on my ass, right?” you ask, glaring down at her as she fondles it again.
“i don’t know,” she squeezes the soft flesh, “for all i know, there could be.”
you roll your eyes, “well, there’s none. hands off.”
“do you even have any clothes on?” she feels down the bare back of your thighs, “where do you even find skirts this tiny? it literally only fits your ass, and barely.”
you smile widely, your chest puffing out with pride, “i know!”
her hands find the swell of your butt again, but this time she grabs it and pulls you down into her lap, straddling one of her strong thighs.
your eyes blow wide open, cheeks flushing red in bewilderment, “w-what are you doing!?”
“shh,” her breath hitting your neck only flusters you further, making your brain short-circuit. she bounces her thigh once to slide you closer, your chest now flush against hers, and the brief pressure makes your breath hitch.
you stare at her, speechless, the sweetest of smiles on her face.
“t-toph,” you squirm, trying to ignore the feel of the clothed muscle right under you, only separated by the thin material of her sweatpants, “don’t you think this is.. a little too..”
“hm?” she tilts her head, fingers flexing around your waist, “too what?”
you’re about to answer when she bounces her leg again, and you can’t help the startled moan that slips out of your lips.
“oh,” her brows raise, the pieces finally clicking, “right. i’m sorry, i forgot you’re basically naked. you must be feeling everything.”
the embarrassment was killing you.
you tried to desperately tug your skirt down, but the material was too little and too tight to do anything but uselessly bunch up around your hips.
“don’t be so nervous,” she caresses your lower back, condescendingly looking up at you, “you’re obviously not a virgin, so what are you so jumpy for?”
you huff, scandalized, “that has nothing to do with—”
“oh.” her eyes widen, then her grin does.
your brows furrow in confusion as she chuckles, “your nips are pierced too.”
you blink. “huh? what did you— ..”
you trail off, your eyes drifting down to where your chests met. fuck, your tits were completely squished up against hers, so the metal must have poked through.
“that’s slutty,” her hands slowly inch up your torso, mouths so close your breaths mingled with each other. “reaaal slutty. you sleep around, princess?”
you scoff, cheeks flushed from both embarrassment and reluctant arousal, “and? what about it?”
she smiles, leaning down to press a kiss to your neck, “so that’s why you’re so easy.”
“e-easy?” you bite back a whimper when she presses another one under your ear. your hands travel up to her hair, giving it a tug, offended, “you can’t call me that when you’re way easier.”
“oh, i know i am.” she pulls back, weirdly proud for what she was saying, “i’m the easiest bitch around the block. i’ve probably done every girl in the neighborhood.”
you huff, glaring down at her, “what a fucking slut.”
she shrugs, licking her own lips, “at least i’m not in denial.”
you part your lips to give her a snappy response back, but only a startled squeal escapes, her hands grabbing sudden handfuls of your tits.
“woah,” she chuckles, squeezing the flesh, “holy shit.”
“w—what the hell do you think you’re— mmh..”
you mewl, her fingers toying with the metal barbells through the thin crop top, rolling your peaked nipples as well.
she snickers, “yeah, if i wasn’t blind, i’d definitely be ogling. wow, you’re so hot. no wonder your personality’s so shit.”
you would’ve protested if she didn’t immediately start bouncing her leg up and down, the pace just right, the motion along with her skilled hands on your breasts dragging a string of shameless moans out of your lips.
“so fucking easy. do you do this with every stranger you invite in for tea?” she taunts when you start grinding down on her thigh yourself, your damp panties slowly soaking her pants.
“s-shut up,” you weakly huff out, closing your eyes to ignore the mocking grin on her face as you ride her thigh, your jewelry clinking with every roll of your hips.
one of her hands ditch your bouncing boobs, trailing down your waist to find where you needed her most, but you quickly grab her wrist.
“w-wait,” you glance at her through half-lidded eyes, panting, “are you sure about this? i-i’m not looking for a relationship, and i don’t want this to—”
“oh, you sweet thing,” she coos, coaxing another needy whine from you when she flicks your nipple, “you’re so, so considerate. don’t worry, hot stuff. i think i would probably block you if you asked me for a relationship.”
your grip slackens a little, and her fingers waste no time in breaching the hem of your skirt. she smiles, feeling your pace pick up, dragging your clit over the now damp sweats, “this is just what girls do together, isn’t it?”
your next moan is swallowed by an eager pair of lips, one hand fondling your pierced breast, the other finally sliding under your panties.
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* the concept of situationship/fwb toph 😩 yeah i am NOT ditching this series anytime soon
and yes peach tea is the only flavor i like and NO i don’t care
sorry for edging you with this ending but your girl gotta study 😔 can someone beat me into studying
+18 mikasa ackerman and her girlfriend that uses her as a fidget toy ˚.✦
Since you and Mikasa moved in together, she’s noticed how overly touchy you’ve become. She knows that you enjoy physical touch but now you’re all over her, hugging her from behind while she cooks for you, cuddling every time you can… And she also noticed how your hands fly to her breasts when you’re bored.
You are sprawled on the couch one afternoon, controller in your lap after losing another round of that stupid game. The frustration bubbles up just a little, but instead of throwing the controller, you glance over at Mikasa. She’s reading on the other end of the couch, her black hair tied back in the messy bun you love. Her tank top clings to her just right and before you even think about it, your hand reaches out.
Your fingers slip under the soft fabric and cup one of her breasts, giving it a gentle squeeze. She lets out a soft huff. “Again?” she asks, but she doesn’t pull away. Instead, she keeps folding one of your shirts like it’s the most normal thing in the world.
You grin, thumb brushing over her nipple until it pebbles under your touch. “You’re the best fidget toy ever,” you whisper, scooting closer. Your other hand joins in, kneading both of her boobs now, soft and perfect in your palms. It’s comforting in a way nothing else is. The anxiety from the game fades as you play with them, rolling her nipples between your fingers, feeling how they respond so quickly to you.
Mikasa shakes her head but there’s a little smile tugging at her lips. “You’re ridiculous,” she says, but she shifts just enough to make it easier for you, arching her back a tiny bit because she secretly enjoys being your personal stress ball.
Later that evening you are anxious about work stuff, pacing the kitchen while she chops vegetables for dinner. Your hands find her waist first, then slide up, you press against her back, chin on her shoulder and your palms cup her breasts again. You squeeze them absentmindedly as she chuckles softly, the sound vibrating through her chest into your hands.
“Focus on dinner,” she teases, but her breath catches when your fingers pinch lightly. You keep playing, gentle circles and soft kneads, until she is leaning into you more than the counter.
One night it goes further. You are both on the bed watching a movie, but your mind is racing. Without saying anything, your hand drifts down her stomach and slips into her shorts. Mikasa raises an eyebrow at you, but she parts her legs just a little. Your fingers find her clit, already warm, and you start playing lazily with it.
“Mm… you’re really using me tonight,” she whispers, but her hips twitch toward your hand. You laugh quietly against her neck, kissing her skin while your fingers keep their gentle rhythm. It’s cute how she tries to keep watching the movie at first, then gives up and lets her head fall back against your shoulder. You rub her clit in playful strokes, sometimes just holding your fingers there with light pressure when you get distracted by the screen. Every little gasp she makes is music to you.
She reaches back to tug at your hair. “You’re going to make me burn dinner one of these days with these habits,” she says, but her voice is breathy and sweet. You kiss her cheek, still circling her clit, loving how wet she gets just from your bored little touches.
fem!naruto uzumaki who loves to be clingy. Her favorite place to be is in your lap, sitting and playing with your hair as you two chat. Even when there's more people hanging out, you and her are in your own world, whispering and giggling. It's annoying. Very fucking annoying but no one complains because you are such sweethearts and perfect for each other.
fem!naruto uzumaki who takes a long time getting ready, choosing her outfit and the complements, then doing her make up and hair. She loves being a maximalist queen and she knows how much you love doing your make up together.
fem!naruto uzumaki who can't keep her hands to herself and kisses your cheek and neck with fresh pink lipstick, leaving marks all over your face. She asks so prettily to not erase them, so you just keep them. She takes a hundred pics of your face squished between her hands or your faces pressed together with all the lipstick marks visible.
fem!naruto uzumaki who knows all your favorites. Your favorite shows, movies, food, snacks, books, even your favorite words?? She knows you so well she can predict how you'll answer to her from time to time.
fem!naruto uzumaki who you had to teach how to kiss with tongue when you first got together. Not only you were her first girlfriend, but her first partner in all her life. You sat her on your lap, teaching her all the ways to find her favorite.
fem!naruto uzumaki who loves to kiss you slow and make you giggle between kisses. She loves the sound of your throat vibrating against her mouth and the sound of your laugh.
another repost from my other blog
art credts: bleerghw on twitter
Jolyne presses the tip of the strap into your tight hole, you whimper as she pushes in, stretching you open. It’s too much, too big, your eyes start watering instantly. “J-Jolyne… fuck, it’s so deep already!”
“Aw, baby,” she coos, voice dripping with fake sympathy while she sinks another inch. “My poor girl can’t even take the first half without tearing up?”
Tears slip down your cheeks as she bottoms out, hips flush against your ass. You’re full, so fucking full, your pussy flutters against her cock, a broken sob leaves your throat. You try to grab at her arms but she pins your wrists above your head with one hand, leaning down until her lips brush your ear.
“Shh, shh. Don’t cry so loud, dumbass.”
She starts moving, rolling her hips in deep, steady thrusts that make your whole body jolt. Every time she drives in, a fresh wave of overwhelming pleasure-pain hits you and you can’t stop the whimpers spilling out. “T-too much… Jolyne puh— ahh! it’s t’much, I can’t—”
“You can and you will,” she growls, picking up the pace. Her free hand grabs your jaw, forcing you to look at her while she fucks you. “You asked for my cock like a desperate slut and now you’re gonna take it. Look at those pretty tears. God, you’re such a mess already.”
Your sobs mix with moans as she angles her hips and hits that spot inside you over and over. Your brain is melting. All you can do is cry and shake, legs trembling around her waist.
“F-fuck… I’m gonna— please!”
“Please what?” Jolyne laughs, degrading and sweet all at once. She leans down and licks a tear off your cheek. “Gonna cum from getting your pussy wrecked? C’mon, show me how stupid you get.”
She fucks you harder, your mind blanks until your babbling and begging so hard your voice cracks. Every thrust pushes another whimper out of you until you’re not even forming words anymore.
“That’s it,” she praises. “My dumb little pussy. Can’t even think when I’m inside you, can you? Just a hole for me to use.”
You cum hard, sobbing her name, body clenching around the strap while she keeps thrusting through it, dragging it out until you’re a twitching, tear-stained wreck underneath her. Jolyne doesn’t stop, just grins down at you like she owns every pathetic sound you make.
“Good girl. Now let’s see how much more you can cry for me.”
post war!mikasa ackerman headcanons ╱ angst with comfort, grieving ˚.✦
post war!mikasa ackerman who spends the first months after the rumbling living alone before realizing that she can't. Her pain and grief is too unbearable to be alone, her mind goes fast to places it shouldn't go and it feels like her loneliness is killing her from inside out.
post war!mikasa ackerman who practically begs you to live with her, to share a nice cottage close to the river, with a big forest and good ground to harvest.
post war!mikasa ackerman who cries when you tell her that she didn't need to beg and that you'll move in with her that very night. You don't have much belongings so everything fits in a suitcase that Mikasa insists on carrying.
post war!mikasa ackerman whose house isn't dirty or unorganized, but you can see the grief and sadness in its walls. Paintings and shelves with dust, the garden unattended and barely any food in the kitchen. You don't mention anything, you leave your things in your room and wait until tomorrow when she leaves to run some errands.
post war!mikasa ackerman who arrives a few hours later, the house cleaner and smelling better than ever, everything feels cleaner and easier to breath. "How do I thank you?" she tells you, leaving the bags of food and drinks by the kitchen door. "Please tell me." You smile sweetly, grabbing one of her hands and pushing the kitchen door open. "Let's cook together."
post war!mikasa ackerman who helps you like she can, she's never been a good cook but you teach her how to cut carrots correctly and how to crack an egg without the shell falling into the mixture.
post war!mikasa ackerman who sees the little smile on your face and doesn't understand how you are the same woman you fought beside her on the rumbling, how you were there too and you didn't relive it every night.
post war!mikasa ackerman who's been trying to be quieter during nights, she doesn't want to scare you with her nightmares or crying. She wants you to be at peace so she can be too.
post war!mikasa ackerman who, the first time you slip into her room and sit on the edge of her bed without a word, she freezes. But you just stay there, humming an old melody from your childhood days until her breathing evens out. She doesn't thank you out loud.
post war!mikasa ackerman who starts leaving little things for you in return. A perfectly sharpened knife on the counter, fresh flowers from the forest placed in a jar by your window, her own blanket draped over your chair when the evenings get cold. She never makes a big deal of it. It's her quiet way of saying stay.
post war!mikasa ackerman who begins to smile more when you two work in the garden together. Her hands are still the strongest you've ever seen, but now they move gently through the soil, planting vegetables. You catch her watching you sometimes when she thinks you're not looking, a soft confusion in her face because she can't figure out why your presence makes the heavy ache in her chest feel a little lighter.
post war!mikasa ackerman who tells you about Eren one rainy afternoon while you're both drying dishes. Her voice cracks only once. she doesn't cry, but her fingers tremble around the plate. You listen without trying to fix it, nodding and saying "I know" when the silence stretches too long. After that day, she starts seeking you out more, sitting closer on the porch swing, her shoulder brushing yours as the sun sets over the river.
post war!mikasa ackerman who realizes one quiet evening that she has been waiting for your footsteps every time you leave the house. The cottage feels too empty without you now. She watches you laugh at something silly she said (a rare comment that she didn't even realized it was funny) and feels her heart do a painful flip. It's not the fierce love she once knew. This one is gentler, scarier in its own way.
post war!mikasa ackerman who still has bad days where the grief sits on her heavy, but now she lets you pull her into a hug instead of pulling away. Your arms around her feel safe. she buries her face in your shoulder and breathes you in, the scent of fresh bread and home. She doesn't say i love you yet. The words feel too big, too soon. But she holds you a little tighter each time, hoping you understand what she can't voice.
post war!mikasa ackerman who falls asleep on your lap one night after a particularly hard day, her hair spilling across your thighs as the fire crackles softly. You stroke her head carefully, heart aching with both sadness and warmth. She looks peaceful like this, the lines of constant pain smoothed out. There will be more nightmares, more heavy silences, more bittersweet memories of a boy she loved and lost. But in this small cottage by the river, with the forest whispering outside, she's starting to believe she can carry it all without breaking. Maybe she can even learn to love again.
a/n: mikasa ackerman you're so dear to me<3
art by mochikuyo on x
boxer!sakura haruno who has a sleeper build, she's lean and normal looking, but then she flexes and everything changes. You remember the first time she showed you her muscles to you, your mouth falling open and thinking how easily she could crushed you with her arms or thighs.
boxer!sakura haruno who boxing is her hobby, she doesn't practice it professionally, but she loves training and getting stronger every day. Every once in a while she does love to get inside a ring just to remind the club where she trains that she's still strong as fuck.
boxer!sakura haruno who also does it because she knows you love seeing her fight. When she told you that she boxed, she expected you to be reluctant about it, skeptical or worried. But, on the contrary, the first thing you asked was when you could see her fight.
boxer!sakura haruno who, when she wins the round, goes up at you to kiss you quickly on the lips before the next opponent arrives. You melt on the spot because she's hot and sweaty, making you fluster and giggle like a teenage girl.
boxer!sakura haruno who showers with you after training, letting you wash her hair and clean the sweat off with your favorite soap. Then you apply this vanilla and cherry body lotion in all her body, taking care of the knots in her back. You also focus on her hands, her calloused fingers and short nails, you make sure she's perfectly moisturize
boxer!sakura haruno who hugs you tight every night, you lay on her chest and she wraps her hands around your body, loving how warm and soft you are. She kisses the top of your head and makes sure you never leave her arms all night.
boxer!sakura haruno who gets shy when you show her off to your friends, you tell them how strong and hot your girlfriend is, how she could demolish every other boxer but chooses not to do it because she's cool like that. She buries her face on the top of your head, hiding her red cheeks and giggles.
boxer!sakura haruno who sometimes she's scared that she'd hurt you. You seem fragile to her in someway, she's afraid that she might hold your hand to tightly or when you're playfully flirting in bed, she might be too strong with you.
boxer!sakura haruno who doesn't know that you see her as the softest and most tender woman you've ever met, you've never feel an ounce of fear when you're with her and once you know her insecurity, you make sure to let her know.
a/n: my strong and muscular girl i love her
art by gelleytoast on x
long distance gf!suguru geto giving you a replica of her cock ╱ mdni, transfem!suguru ˚.✦
You’ve met her in a random lesbian bar when you were in Japan for a few weeks, her kisses were too addictive and her conversation too good to not interchange numbers. After the hook up, she even showed you around her favorite spots in Tokyo and helped you buy the best souvenirs. She acted like your own hot tour guide for the days you were in the city, promising to meet each other again when the time was right.
What you didn’t expect was for her to text you so soon, the rest of your trip was filled with messages from her, conversations back and forth in your train rides and at the nights in your hotel. You couldn’t believe you were smiling like an idiot only after a good fuck and some messages, but you were. Suguru Geto drove you crazy, and apparently, you drove her crazy too.
When you went back to your country, you two didn’t stop messaging. She called you every day at night after you clocked out of your work, she didn’t care about the timezones or anything, she was always available to talk to you. She sent you pictures of her day, she worked as a teacher and told you about the craziest things her students would say.
Things also got heated every once in a while, as I mentioned, Suguru loves sending you pics. Especially when she’s horny and you’re offline, she films herself palming her cock or arching her back to give you the hottest angle of her ass. She also knows how much you adore her boobs, fake or not, so she makes sure to send videos playing with them covered in her own cum.
This night you were needier than ever, it’s been a few days since you and Suguru had fun like that, you were on your period and didn’t feel hot enough to facetime. But now? Now you are soaked and waiting for Suguru to get rid of her pants while she does a whole show for you in front of the camera. She’s wearing a set of baby blue lingerie that she was telling you about earlier that day, hugging her boobs perfectly and straining her rock hard cock. You were naked in your bed, playing with your tits as Suguru only makes you wetter and wetter.
“You look gorgeous, baby,” you praise her, your hips bucking up with need. Your fingers glide over your soaked pussy, circling your clit as you watch her. “Look how hard you are for me, I miss your cock so fucking much.”
Suguru smirks at the camera, wrapping her pretty fingers around the base and giving herself one slow stroke. “Yeah? Tell me how much you missed it, princess.”
You whimper, pushing two fingers inside yourself, imagining it’s her stretching you open instead. “I miss it every night. I touch myself thinking about how you fill me up so perfectly. Nothing feels like you, Sugu. I need your cock so bad it hurts.”
She lets out a soft laugh that turns into a low groan as she starts stroking herself properly, putting on a show just for you. She angles the phone so you get the full view, her hand sliding up and down that beautiful length, thumb rubbing over the leaking tip, spreading her precum all over. Her other hand pushes up her bra, letting her tits spill out, full and perfect.
“Like this?” she asks, voice husky. She squeezes one of her breasts while she jerks off, rolling her nipple between her fingers exactly how you like to do it when you’re together.
“Yes… f-fuck yes,” you gasp, pumping your fingers faster. Your hips keep bucking up into your hand, chasing that feeling. “You’re so hot, baby. I love watching you play with yourself. I want your cock in my mouth. I want to choke on it while you fuck my throat.”
Suguru’s breathing gets heavier. She leans back against her headboard, spreading her legs wider so you can see everything. Her strokes get a little quicker, the wet sound of her hand moving on her slick cock coming through the speakers and driving you crazy.
“Keep talking like nghh that and I’m gonna cum too fast,” she warns, but she doesn’t stop. Her eyes stay locked on you through the screen, watching how desperately you’re fingering yourself.
“I don’t care, I want to see it,” you breathe out, pinching your clit and moaning loud. “I miss the way your cock throbs when you’re close. I miss how much cum you give me… you always fill me up until it’s leaking out. P-please, Sugu, show me more.”
She bites her lip, clearly turned on by your praises, and gives you exactly what you want. She angles the camera closer, letting you watch every twitch of her cock as she jerks herself off for you. Her tits bounce softly with the movement, she keeps playing with them, knowing how weak it makes you.
You’re soaked, fingers moving faster, eyes never leaving the screen. “Mmm I wish you were here right now, pushing it deep inside me. I’d let you fuck me hah however you want.”
Suguru groans your name, her hand speeding up. “Soon, baby. I’ll come see you soon and give this cock to you properly.”
You nod desperately, already so close, lost in the sight of her putting on the hottest show just for you.
After that night, things went back to your usual rhythm. Sweet morning texts from her classroom, filthy pictures when she got home, late calls where she’d tease you until you were a mess again. You had no idea she was planning something. Almost a month later, a package showed up at your door, just a simple black box with a note taped on top in her elegant handwriting: “For when you miss me too much. Use it and send me a video tonight. I want to see everything.”
Your heart raced as you opened it. Inside, nestled in soft black fabric, was a perfect replica of her cock. Thick, long, with the same slight upward curve and even the vein details you loved running your tongue over. The color matched her flushed skin tone exactly. A little card next to it said “Made from the real thing. All for you, princess.”
You felt your face burn hot. She really got a custom dildo molded from her own dick and sent it across the ocean like it was nothing.
Later that night, you set your phone up on the tripod, heart pounding. You were already naked, kneeling on your bed with the lights dimmed low. Suguru had called you right on time, her face filling the screen as she lounged on her couch back in Japan.
“Show me, baby,” she said softly, a little smirk playing on her lips. “I want to watch you fuck yourself with my cock.”
You whined, covering your face with both hands for a second. “Sugu… this is so embarrassing. I can’t believe you did this.”
She laughed. “I thought you’d like it. Don’t be shy now, I’ve seen you cum for me plenty of times. Let me see how pretty you look riding it.”
You were super flustered, cheeks burning as you picked up the dildo. It felt heavy and warm in your hand, almost like the real thing. “It’s… it looks exactly like you,” you mumbled, voice turning whiny.
You positioned it between your legs, rubbing the thick head against your soaked folds. An embarrassed whimper slipped out as you pushed the tip in. “Ah! It’s sooo big, just like you.”
Suguru’s eyes darkened on the screen. “Go slow for me. Let me hear those pretty sounds.”
You kept going, sinking down inch by inch, your mouth falling open in a needy moan. “Sugu… fuck. It feels so good but it’s not warm like you. I want your real cock,” you whined, hips rocking as you took more of it. Your voice cracked a little, all shy and desperate. “I feel so full mmmm.”
You started moving faster, one hand bracing on the bed while the other held the base of the dildo so you could fuck yourself deeper. Your tits bounced with every thrust and you couldn’t stop the whiny little gasps and moans spilling out.
“Does it feel good, princess?” Suguru asked, already palming herself.
“Sooo good…” you admitted, face burning as you looked straight at the camera. “I c-can’t believe I’m doing this, Suguuuuaah!” You hit the perfect spot inside you, body trembling as you kept riding it with faster thrusts.
She chuckled. “You look fucking adorable like this, baby. Are you gonna cum fast?"
You nodded frantically, riding it harder, the wet sounds filling your room. “Y-yeah.”
Your whines got louder and needier as you chased your orgasm, completely lost in the feeling while Suguru watched every second with hungry eyes.
long distance gf!suguru geto giving you a replica of her cock ╱ mdni, transfem!suguru ˚.✦
You’ve met her in a random lesbian bar when you were in Japan for a few weeks, her kisses were too addictive and her conversation too good to not interchange numbers. After the hook up, she even showed you around her favorite spots in Tokyo and helped you buy the best souvenirs. She acted like your own hot tour guide for the days you were in the city, promising to meet each other again when the time was right.
What you didn’t expect was for her to text you so soon, the rest of your trip was filled with messages from her, conversations back and forth in your train rides and at the nights in your hotel. You couldn’t believe you were smiling like an idiot only after a good fuck and some messages, but you were. Suguru Geto drove you crazy, and apparently, you drove her crazy too.
When you went back to your country, you two didn’t stop messaging. She called you every day at night after you clocked out of your work, she didn’t care about the timezones or anything, she was always available to talk to you. She sent you pictures of her day, she worked as a teacher and told you about the craziest things her students would say.
Things also got heated every once in a while, as I mentioned, Suguru loves sending you pics. Especially when she’s horny and you’re offline, she films herself palming her cock or arching her back to give you the hottest angle of her ass. She also knows how much you adore her boobs, fake or not, so she makes sure to send videos playing with them covered in her own cum.
This night you were needier than ever, it’s been a few days since you and Suguru had fun like that, you were on your period and didn’t feel hot enough to facetime. But now? Now you are soaked and waiting for Suguru to get rid of her pants while she does a whole show for you in front of the camera. She’s wearing a set of baby blue lingerie that she was telling you about earlier that day, hugging her boobs perfectly and straining her rock hard cock. You were naked in your bed, playing with your tits as Suguru only makes you wetter and wetter.
“You look gorgeous, baby,” you praise her, your hips bucking up with need. Your fingers glide over your soaked pussy, circling your clit as you watch her. “Look how hard you are for me, I miss your cock so fucking much.”
Suguru smirks at the camera, wrapping her pretty fingers around the base and giving herself one slow stroke. “Yeah? Tell me how much you missed it, princess.”
You whimper, pushing two fingers inside yourself, imagining it’s her stretching you open instead. “I miss it every night. I touch myself thinking about how you fill me up so perfectly. Nothing feels like you, Sugu. I need your cock so bad it hurts.”
She lets out a soft laugh that turns into a low groan as she starts stroking herself properly, putting on a show just for you. She angles the phone so you get the full view, her hand sliding up and down that beautiful length, thumb rubbing over the leaking tip, spreading her precum all over. Her other hand pushes up her bra, letting her tits spill out, full and perfect.
“Like this?” she asks, voice husky. She squeezes one of her breasts while she jerks off, rolling her nipple between her fingers exactly how you like to do it when you’re together.
“Yes… f-fuck yes,” you gasp, pumping your fingers faster. Your hips keep bucking up into your hand, chasing that feeling. “You’re so hot, baby. I love watching you play with yourself. I want your cock in my mouth. I want to choke on it while you fuck my throat.”
Suguru’s breathing gets heavier. She leans back against her headboard, spreading her legs wider so you can see everything. Her strokes get a little quicker, the wet sound of her hand moving on her slick cock coming through the speakers and driving you crazy.
“Keep talking like nghh that and I’m gonna cum too fast,” she warns, but she doesn’t stop. Her eyes stay locked on you through the screen, watching how desperately you’re fingering yourself.
“I don’t care, I want to see it,” you breathe out, pinching your clit and moaning loud. “I miss the way your cock throbs when you’re close. I miss how much cum you give me… you always fill me up until it’s leaking out. P-please, Sugu, show me more.”
She bites her lip, clearly turned on by your praises, and gives you exactly what you want. She angles the camera closer, letting you watch every twitch of her cock as she jerks herself off for you. Her tits bounce softly with the movement, she keeps playing with them, knowing how weak it makes you.
You’re soaked, fingers moving faster, eyes never leaving the screen. “Mmm I wish you were here right now, pushing it deep inside me. I’d let you fuck me hah however you want.”
Suguru groans your name, her hand speeding up. “Soon, baby. I’ll come see you soon and give this cock to you properly.”
You nod desperately, already so close, lost in the sight of her putting on the hottest show just for you.
After that night, things went back to your usual rhythm. Sweet morning texts from her classroom, filthy pictures when she got home, late calls where she’d tease you until you were a mess again. You had no idea she was planning something. Almost a month later, a package showed up at your door, just a simple black box with a note taped on top in her elegant handwriting: “For when you miss me too much. Use it and send me a video tonight. I want to see everything.”
Your heart raced as you opened it. Inside, nestled in soft black fabric, was a perfect replica of her cock. Thick, long, with the same slight upward curve and even the vein details you loved running your tongue over. The color matched her flushed skin tone exactly. A little card next to it said “Made from the real thing. All for you, princess.”
You felt your face burn hot. She really got a custom dildo molded from her own dick and sent it across the ocean like it was nothing.
Later that night, you set your phone up on the tripod, heart pounding. You were already naked, kneeling on your bed with the lights dimmed low. Suguru had called you right on time, her face filling the screen as she lounged on her couch back in Japan.
“Show me, baby,” she said softly, a little smirk playing on her lips. “I want to watch you fuck yourself with my cock.”
You whined, covering your face with both hands for a second. “Sugu… this is so embarrassing. I can’t believe you did this.”
She laughed. “I thought you’d like it. Don’t be shy now, I’ve seen you cum for me plenty of times. Let me see how pretty you look riding it.”
You were super flustered, cheeks burning as you picked up the dildo. It felt heavy and warm in your hand, almost like the real thing. “It’s… it looks exactly like you,” you mumbled, voice turning whiny.
You positioned it between your legs, rubbing the thick head against your soaked folds. An embarrassed whimper slipped out as you pushed the tip in. “Ah! It’s sooo big, just like you.”
Suguru’s eyes darkened on the screen. “Go slow for me. Let me hear those pretty sounds.”
You kept going, sinking down inch by inch, your mouth falling open in a needy moan. “Sugu… fuck. It feels so good but it’s not warm like you. I want your real cock,” you whined, hips rocking as you took more of it. Your voice cracked a little, all shy and desperate. “I feel so full mmmm.”
You started moving faster, one hand bracing on the bed while the other held the base of the dildo so you could fuck yourself deeper. Your tits bounced with every thrust and you couldn’t stop the whiny little gasps and moans spilling out.
“Does it feel good, princess?” Suguru asked, already palming herself.
“Sooo good…” you admitted, face burning as you looked straight at the camera. “I c-can’t believe I’m doing this, Suguuuuaah!” You hit the perfect spot inside you, body trembling as you kept riding it with faster thrusts.
She chuckled. “You look fucking adorable like this, baby. Are you gonna cum fast?"
You nodded frantically, riding it harder, the wet sounds filling your room. “Y-yeah.”
Your whines got louder and needier as you chased your orgasm, completely lost in the feeling while Suguru watched every second with hungry eyes.
