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There is soft, romantic music playing on your CD player, the big light on your bedroom is turned off, the source of lighting being only the tiny pink and orange lamps in your table beside the bed. Sakura and you are sitting on your bed still made, you just did your skincare routine together after trying to do gyaru make up and terribly failing because Sakura can’t stay still and gets giggly when you’re close.
It’s funny how even months after you two started dating, Sakura still feels shy around you. She blushes when you hold her hand and kiss her knuckles, she hides her face in your neck when you compliment her (which happens very often) and if you kiss her? She’s so gone, she makes everything feel like a first date in the best way possible. And you love having that effect on her.
Now, it’s the first sleepover you’ve ever had, the two of you had been busy with classes but you found this free night to spend together. You’re with your back pressed to the headboard, hair brush in hand with Sakura between your legs as you brush her soft hair.
“Your hair is getting longer,” you mention casually, brushing the strands from bottom to top, making sure that you aren’t hurting her. When you met her, she had a gorgeous short bob that suited her naturally, now her hair is below her shoulders.
“You don’t like it?” Sakura asks, pressing her lips nervously like you don’t literally love everything about her.
“Of course I like it,” you say immediately, taking your time working through her length. “You have gorgeous hair, Sakura.”
You say it so softly she almost doesn’t register it, but she’s blushing again, lowering her head while fidgeting with her hands. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, baby.” You lean in, breathing her in before leaving a few kisses on her shoulder. Her reaction is immediate, a tiny gasp followed by a giggle.
You lean in closer, your lips brushing against the warm skin of her shoulder again. This time you don’t stop at just a few kisses. You press your mouth there softly, then trail more along the curve where her neck meets her shoulder, because you know exactly what it does to her.
Sakura squirms right away, a bright giggle spilling out as she tries to hunch her shoulders up. “Hey! That tickles!” She protests, but her voice is all airy and happy, not convincing at all. She tilts her head a little like she wants to escape, yet she stays right there between your legs.
You smile against her skin and keep going, kissing every inch you can reach. Little pecks turn into longer ones, right on that sensitive spot that always makes her lose it. “But you’re so cute when you laugh like that,” you murmur, brushing your lips higher, then lower again, teasing her on purpose.
“Ah! You’re doing it on purpose!” She giggles harder, twisting around to look at you with flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes. Her hair falls over one shoulder from all the brushing, soft and shiny under the pink-orange glow of the lamps. She looks so pretty it makes your chest feel tight.
You set the hairbrush aside on the nightstand and wrap your arms around her waist, pulling her back gently against your chest. “Maybe I am,” you admit, pressing one last kiss to the back of her neck before she turns fully toward you.
Sakura’s laughter fades into a shy little smile. Her eyes drop to your lips for a second, her familiar blush painting her cheeks again. You cup her face with both hands, thumbs stroking her soft skin so tenderly. You lean in first, tilting your head just a little, and kiss her. It’s slow, barely any pressure at first, just the warm press of your lips against hers. Sakura melts right into it, her hands coming up to rest on your shoulders as she kisses you back, everything feels sweet and romantic, like time slows down. You kiss her again, savoring the way her breath catches and how she leans closer, chasing your mouth when you pull back just a tiny bit.
Your fingers slide into her hair, careful not to tug, while her arms wrap around your neck. The kisses stay soft and loving, little sighs mixing between you. Every time your lips part and meet again it sends warm sparks through your whole body. Sakura tastes like the strawberry lip balm you two shared earlier during skincare and she makes the cutest quiet sound when you tilt your head the other way and kiss her even more gently.
When you finally pull back for air, both of you are breathing a little faster, eyes half-closed and she’s red until the ears.
“I love you,” you whisper, brushing your nose against hers.
Sakura’s smile is so bright and shy at the same time. She hides her face in your neck again, but you feel her lips press a tiny kiss there. “I love you too,” she mumbles against your skin, voice all muffled and happy.
You two spend the night cuddling and talking, you stealing kisses from her every time you can because her reactions are the cutest you’ve ever seen. And the only ones you want to see for the rest of your life.
a/n: keep the sakura requests coming PLEASE first time writing about her i want to write her for the rest of my life
art credits: bleeehrghw on twt
It’s diabolical that there’s no longer any ‘x readers’ about my favorite girl anymore </3. Haven’t had much motivation for longer fics so I come here to offer smaller oneshots. Enjoy!
And yes, reader is AFAB!
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KORRA HEADCANON;
“Korra enjoys her hair being played with—long or short—and gets sleepy the longer you run your fingers through her strands and massage her scalp. Usually ends with her being drowsy and nodding off.”
She sits in between your legs, dressed in a white tank top and blue sweatpants. Her hands hovered just above her lap, playing with a small metallic ball. Her fingers twitched and flexed, causing the metal to shift to her desire. While Korra distracts herself with her newfound ability, you’re sitting on the edge of the bed, fingers delicately undoing the Avatar’s ponytail by sliding off the band that held it up.
“Are you gonna put that down anytime soon?” You mused with a small smile, leaning slightly to set the band on the nearby nightstand before you started fluffing out her long hair. Your smile only widened, enjoying the act of bouncing her hair a little more than you’d like to admit out loud.
“Mm, soon,” she hummed, moving her hands outwards which caused the metal to stretch with a light ‘screech.’ Before Korra could continue, the object was plucked from her grasps. The avatar made an immediate whine of confusion, watching in longing as you placed the piece of metal onto the nightstand as well.
“I was using that.”
“You mean playing.”
“Does it matter?”
You gave a snort, rolling your eyes with mirth behind them. Reaching your hand over, you cupped her chin to tilt her head back so you could lock eyes. “No, but it’s time for bed.”
Korra hummed, gaze softening as she stared at you. She returned a smile, “I’m not exactly sleepy…”
“Is that so?” Your lips formed a smirk, already knowing you got her hooked.
And like a ritual, your fingers began to card through the strands of her hair. Your nails lightly grazed her scalp, making the Avatar hum in delight and nudge her head back like a silent request for more. You simply huffed at her behavior, continuing to run your fingers delicately through her hair.
It didn’t take long for Korra’s eyelids to grow heavy, soon closing as she breathed out a long and content sigh. Her shoulders slumped next as her head moved to rest against the side of your knee.
Your smile felt warmer the longer you played with her hair. Twirling what you could around your finger, raising it high and letting it fall little by little, or just running your digits through the Avatar’s soft hair accompanied with light scratches to her head. An airy chuckle soon left you as you felt Korra rub her temple against your knee.
You let yourself enjoy the moment, yet, after a while, you knew to have some restraint.
“Okay. Up, up. Time to get on the bed,” you said, pulling your hands away and pushing yourself further onto the bed to take the farthest side.
Korra whined immediately, keeping herself seated on the floor for a moment longer. It was like some form of protest. Yet, that didn’t last long, not when she had already been tempted by your gentle fingers.
Grinning, you watched as the avatar dramatically crawled her way onto the bed, flopping down with a grunt, and then rolling herself over to you. The moment she was pressed up against you she wordlessly grabbed your wrist so she could plant your hand to the top of her head.
The request was loud enough.
“Brat,” you whispered affectionately, already running your fingers back through her hair.
listen I hate speaking on when and what I’m uploading cause I never do it (I’m like coryxkenshin) I deadass have two drafts from June that still need to be posted
BUT I already have an idea of what I want to write for toph 🌝 soooooo there’s that
but don’t expect smut from me cause i genuinely suck at writing it
content warning: a shit ton of fluff ; angst if you squint your eyes ; Korra x fem!reader ; description of eye color ; r is the fire nation's princess and a blue firebender ; no use of y/n
wc: 2.5k
a/n: this one is the most agonizing fluff i've ever written, has to be my favorite so far. ENJOY :D
" I can see you're scared of your emotions, I can see you're hoping, you're not hopeless. So why can't you show me.ᐣ
The mattress springs sounded once, twice, even three times in less than a minute when you turned again over yourself. Four nights had passed since the ball hosted by your family and your mind was still replaying the short time the mysterious girl and you shared together.
Korra, her name has been resounding in your brain, scratching it in such a way that it was almost impossible for you to forget it.
You’d thought of looking for her, of course, but how would you explain to your parents that you wanted to look for a girl you met at the ball? How would you tell them you needed to go to both Water Tribes to ask if there was any girl with an important rank named Korra? You always liked to keep things to yourself, so telling them about your feelings for the girl was completely out of the table. So that was your life at the moment, sleepless nights and endless days always thinking over and over again about Korra; what you would never know was that she was living the same way as you.
Your name made echo in Korra’s mind when you introduced yourself and since then, she had been repeating it like a broken record while looking at her ceiling. Wondering how you’d look without your mask, if your eyes would shine the same way your smile did, if your hands on hers felt softer… Warmer in a peaceful ambience, if they would fit perfectly with her hands when holding them, if you would feel complete when she was holding you in her arms. The avatar was doomed and her friends knew it the minute everyone came back from the ball, she was deeply in love with a complete stranger.
Unlike you, Korra did try to look for you since the morning after the event. Asking for Asami’s help, saying how it was important to her finding you, but was met with her avatar duties holding her back from her search. Grudgingly she did as expected, fulfilling her tasks like it was nothing and leaving satisfied people.
“General Iroh asked if we could attend the Fire Nation, he said he needs help with…” green eyes narrowed, Bolin frowned. “I can’t understand his letter, what does it say here?”
“Agh, can’t they just stop requesting us for some days? I need to do some important shit.” Korra pulled her face down a bit with both hands, Asami giggled funnily at her reaction.
“Come on, Korra, this could help your super important investigation.” the girl next to her said. “Didn’t you say your impossible love was from the fire nation?”
The southerner straightened up quickly on her seat, as if she just recalled something and smiled big.
“You’re so right! We need to go!” suddenly Korra had recovered all her energy. “Asami, set course to the Fire Nation! We have an important meeting to attend!”
And so the group set course, by night the airship used for transportation had landed at the palace zone of the Fire Nation.
At the descendance of the team they were met with the royal family welcoming them to the place. Korra smiled and bowed to everyone, her eyes stopped at your sight; she knew about the princess descendant of Azula, but she had never seen her or heard her name, so it was certain she didn’t know who you were… However, there was something about you that called for her whole attention. Your own eyes fixated on the floor, praying that the whole thing would pass quickly so you could go back to your room to fantasize about your crush.
“Princess,” Iroh called you a second time, making you snap back to the present. You looked at him who pointed with his head. “They’re introducing themselves.”
“I’m really sorry,” you said, Korra tilted her head a little. “Welcome to the palace, avatar… Guys. I hope you find it comfortable here.”
Your voice sounded different from what she heard at the ball, the one you used at that moment was deeper, more formal, so Korra couldn’t recognize you just by that and you by yourself were too distracted to analyze the voice of the avatar. When your eyes were wandering along the four new members, they stopped at the avatar; warm eyes despite them being cold tone colored, they resulted familiar and at the same time foreign to you.
“The princess and general Iroh will show you to your rooms so you can settle and rest, tomorrow we can talk about what is needed. You’ll be notified when dinner is ready.” the Fire Lord decreeted making everyone nod.
At first everyone was silently following your cousin and you, but it was the firebender that came with the avatar who broke the silence wanting to chit chat with the general. Everyone moved to where they felt at ease while still walking, Korra went ahead to take Iroh’s place beside you so she could talk with you.
“Hey,” she greeted with a smile, you corresponded with one of your own in a shy way. “I’m sorry if we arrived on a bad time, general Iroh called for us suddenly.”
You shook your head softly. “It’s okay, avatar, no need to worry. We… Well, they’re in need of your help after all.” the girl giggled a little bit, your heart skipped a beat to the sound, how? “I’m sure you guys will find it relaxing too, we have lovely areas to be on when you want to be alone.”
“So I’ve heard,” she continued, nodding. “And seen, you have gardens around here, don’t you? A beautiful one next to the events salon.”
Amber eyes blinked in surprise. “We do… Have you visited the palace before?”
“Kind of, I was-” the girl got interrupted by the earthbender calling for her. “Oh, uhm, excuse me.”
Another nod from you letting her jog to her friends who were choosing their rooms. Your eyes now fixated on the avatar, Iroh walked to you catching you distracted and followed your gaze with his own.
“Are you getting along with the avatar?” he asked you, making you now look at him, a smirk was painted on his mouth making you roll your eyes.
“She’s nice, I guess.” you shrugged. “But we don’t know if she likes me, the rumors are still out there, who knows if she heard them.”
“Trust me, if she had, she wouldn't let them influence her judgment without knowing you.” Iroh tried to assure you, making you sigh and turn to the girl once more.
For dinner you had asked to be excused and allowed to eat by yourself in your chambers, saying how you were making an important task asked by your tutor so you totally missed the joint meal.
Passed bedtime, you found yourself once more thinking about the masquerade ball and decided maybe if you went back to the garden now that the avatar had reminded you maybe you could find comfort. Walking up to the bench where the girl and you passed time, you saw a lantern light that made you frown in confusion.
“Oh, Your Highness!” the avatar exclaimed as surprised as you, like she was the one not expecting you to be there.
“Avatar,” you greeted back with a nod. “What are you doing here?”
“Well, I remembered back in the ball which bench I sat on and had such a beautiful view that I needed to see it again.” she smiled; what a weird coincidence, you thought. “You don’t mind if I stay here, do you?”
“Not at all, they’re public after all.” you answered, she made space for you to sit and so you did. Looking up at the sky you allowed yourself to relax under the bright moonlight where you found comfort. “Such a beautiful night.” you spat out of nowhere.
Korra’s eyes widened a bit and turned to you, blue sky colored orbs analyzing your profile. Her mind started to wonder. “Gorgeous, I would say.” she murmured back, almost as if she was hypnotized.
You blinked for a couple of seconds, trying to register the deja vu you just felt and turning to the avatar you were met with her eyes. It all suddenly felt as if you already lived that scene, like you were back to the masquerade ball… And the realization hit the both of you so sudden like a bucket of cold water dropping on you. It was her, she was the girl at the ball.
Your eyes widened at the moment, panicking on not knowing what to do.
“Your Highness-” Korra tried to talk, to get your attention, but you standing up interrupted her.
“I’m sorry, avatar, I need to leave now.” just as that night, you shook your head at the weird feeling of repeating the scene.
“No, wait!” she tried to make you stay, but your own feet were faster to make you almost run back to your chambers while Korra screamed for you, calling you by name.
Your heart felt like it wanted to escape from your ribcage, your whole world felt like it was moving down your feet.
You had the thought that if you found the girl again, it would feel as if everything was complete, but all you felt was anxiety, denial… You felt fear. Fear of her not wanting anything to do with you, fear of her believing what was said about your part of the family, but overall fear of having your heart broken when she realizes that being with you meant disrepute to her title. The avatar with Azula’s granddaughter? A scandal anyone would prefer to avoid.
By morning, Korra woke up early and started walking around the palace in hopes of bumping into you. She didn’t know where your favorite places were or what your daily routine was. Maybe she would’ve lost herself in such a big infrastructure, but it didn’t matter to her. She wanted… No, she needed to talk to you.
“Your Highness!” her voice stopped your steps, chills running down her spine. You looked over your shoulder to make sure it was her and at her sight, you started to walk faster; the avatar called your name a couple of times. “We need to talk, I need to talk to you!”
“Korra, please!” your voice had a begging tone. “There’s nothing we need to talk about. Our encounter was purely a one night thing, I know what you’ll say.”
Even if you weren’t looking at her, she had an offended look on her face. How could you say that? She knew you felt the same way she did that night alone.
“But you don’t,” she said again, now you frowned with confusion and turned completely her way. “There’s not a single person in this world that could know what I’ll say to you or even think about you, because my feelings are my own and I get to decide who gets to know them.”
You hesitated before putting your hands behind your back. “Alright… Go ahead, avatar.”
“I get what you mean by what you said and also get your actions,” she began, taking slow steps your way. Like a predator walking towards its prey. “But you have to believe me when I tell you that I couldn’t stop thinking about you since that night.”
Fire colored eyes fought against iced colored ones, like wanting to prove dominance, but Korra’s eyes were soft, inviting you to let your guard down.
“And I am aware of what they say about you and your family,” a small grimace showed on your lips, she shook her head. “I can totally tell you right now, I don’t care about it, at all. That night you allowed me to see you for you, the real you everyone dismisses and take as a facade; I know why you didn’t tell me right there you are the princess, it’s the same reason why I didn’t tell you I am the avatar: we wanted a real connection, one were at least one person didn’t judge us by our title.”
Your hands were playing now with the pieces of lace your robe had on the sleeve, Korra was now at least two steps away from you.
“If you allow me to show you appreciation, kindness, even love, I promise you’ll get what you had always deserved. What is per title yours, please, princess, let me be part of your life… You have already latched into mine and I think if you say no right now I will be in shambles.” she finished with a little giggle, her eyes never left yours and now your own were starting to tear up.
There was no way that could be real, could it? A big part of you believed every single word the avatar just said to you, but there was still a small amount of your being telling you that it could be a trap, a cruel trap against you and your feelings. But how would you learn about those romantic feelings if you didn’t allow yourself to feel? To trust someone, to let yourself fall in love for once.
“I’m scared,” you whispered when you noticed how she was just centimeters away from you. “I’ve never felt like this.”
Gingerly, the southerner’s hands cupped your face tenderly. “I swear, I won’t hurt you, I would never hurt you if you give me that chance to give you my heart and all my affection, Your Highness.”
There wasn’t a verbal response to what she said, you let for once your impulse guide you and your lips crashed hers in an inexperienced kiss, but it was sweet. You could feel the girl smile under your lips, she then took the lead for the gesture, just when your lungs were crying for air did you pull away from her and a small shy smile was given to her, Korra gifted you a big one, so bright that you knew the sun could envied her.
“I told you, you were going to like her.” Iroh’s voice caught both of you out of guard and turned to him. A general smiling big still in his pajamas was standing in one of the halls. “Indirectly, I’m like cupid, am I not?” You fought against your impulse to burn him, Korra just giggled happily.
It’s been stressful lately… the Saja Boys, the Honmoon, Rumi being a demon. But finally you and Mira had a chance to relax now that it was all over.
You and Mira sat on the roof of Huntr/x’s tower. It was chilly so you were both snuggled up under a blanket. Your limbs both tangled together, her arms around you, your head leaned onto her shoulder. Mira missed this, Mira missed your body pressed against her side.
The wind brushed against both of your figures. She felt the way you shivered slightly when the coolness hit you both. The wind ruffled your hair as you pressed your face into her neck with a small whine.
Mira chuckled and looked over at you. Her gaze softened. All this fighting, chaos, stress, but you made it worth it. Knowing she could come home to you made her happy. She’d go through it all again if it meant for you to be hers forever. Just to see your smile. The way you didn’t even try to look good in this moment but still did made Mira feel warm. Just the way you effortlessly captured her gaze made Mira melt. The city lights perfectly lit up your face, reflecting off your eyes beautifully. She couldn’t help but feel as if she fell in love all over again just looking at you.
“Cold?” Mira whispered, her lips curved into a gentle smile. She reached you to touch your cheek lightly with her fingers.
“Not with you here…” You muttered, leaning into her warmth. Mira chuckled at your words, you made her blush just with simple words.
“Smooth… are you just leeching off my warmth?” Mira teased, threading her fingers through your hair. You giggled and hid your face into Mira’s neck. You wrapped your arms around her waist.
“No… maybe…” you murmured.
“Liar…” Mira thought you were being adorable. There wasn’t a day she hadn’t thought that.
“I’ve been doing it since day one.” You huffed, pulling away to look at her. Her heart melted at the smile you had on your face. She loved that she was the one to make you happy, make you smile. She pulled you flush against her side and cupped your face with one hand. She slipped the other around your waist again.
“And every time you touch me you make me crave more… your touch makes me weak… your voice makes me fall all over again…” Mira whispered into your ear. Her breath was warm, contrasting with the cold night air.
“You make me feel special in ways I never felt…” Mira turned her head then pressed her lips to your cheek. She heard you laugh softly, she loved that noise. She wished for that to be the sound she woke up to, fell asleep to, heard on a bad day, heard on a good day. She was absolutely smitten.
“Because you are special, you’re special to me, love.” You turned to look at her, your noses touched.
“Stop making me blush like this…” Mira whined, leaning onto you this time. She buried her face into your neck, tugging you closer. You sighed then lightly stroked her hair. It was down, unstyled but she looked even more beautiful in your eyes.
“I’m just saying I love you…” you whispered then kissed the top of her head. Mira pulled the blanket over you both, noticing it slip slightly.
“I love you too… now shush and let me have this moment.” Mira muttered, kissing your neck softly. She let her eyes flutter closed. She felt safe in the arms of her love. The one who had her heart.
“Got it…” you replied as you rested your head on top of hers. Your gaze went back to the scene in front of you. Every light was someone’s life. A shop, apartment, car. But this was your life. Nothing else mattered besides having Mira in your arms. The world felt slow when she was with you, and you wouldn’t trade this for anything.
its me again pookie just wanna say i hope ur well and cant wait for whatever you write next xxxx
HIIII YES IM GOOD!!! if i do something else it most likely won’t come out till after October, bussssy month for me!! BUT OMGG UR SO CUTE I HOPE YOU LIKE WHATEVER IS NEXT🦦
Diana of Themyscira x Fem(me)!Reader > 2,522K Words
tags: friends to lovers, dry humping, counter sex, comfort sex, reader is nervous, lesbian sex, just smut lowkey, reader has curly/coily hair
synopsis: Diana is representing Themyscira at a conference and she asks you of all people to accompany her. On her way to pick you up, you let nerves get the best of you.
You put your earrings on in the mirror, trying to ignore the prickling in your stomach. Diana was on her way and you still don’t know why she asked you to be her plus-one at a diplomatic conference, one of which she was representing her people of Themyscira. You knew it was important to her and there’s no use in passing up free drinks and time with your best friend, but surely one of her colleagues or sisters ought to have been a more acceptable choice. You check yourself frantically, wondering if your dress was appropriate. You pick your hair, attempting to fluff it out. You check your face, wondering if your makeup was too much– or too little.
A knock at the door takes you out of your ruminating thoughts. As you walk towards the door, you take a quick moment to adjust yourself. When you open the door, you’re greeted with Diana in a fitted tuxedo, her long curls elegantly pulled back into a bun. Your stomach churns again, but for different reason this time. She immediately smiles upon seeing you, and before you know it, her arms are outstretched as she takes a step towards you for a hug.
“It’s good to see you.” Diana says, her hands rubbing over your back. You breathe in her scent, earthy and sweet.
She follows you inside, she stops and leans in the doorway of your bathroom while you go back to fixing yourself up.
Diana crosses her arms, “Are you ready to go?”
You check the time on your phone. 8:19.
“I thought it didn’t start til 9?” You ask in a fruitless attempt to sound calm. You start moving faster, the last thing you wanted was making Diana late.
“No, it does I just-” She pauses, cocking an eyebrow at your obvious anxiety that was practically emanating off of you. Diana speaks softly, “Hey…”
“What’s wrong?” She asks, tilting her head to the side. She steps closer to you.
“Nothing.” You croak, feigning normalcy, your voice betraying you instantly. Diana chuckles in response.
“You’re frantic. And quiet.” She observes, her voice tentative. “I’m used to you ready to talk my ear off.”
You pinch her arm, “Shut up.” Diana giggles, nudging you back. She moves closer, standing behind you in the mirror.
“I’m serious though…” She pauses, “Are you nervous about tonight?”
You sigh, your shoulders slumping. You meet her gaze reluctantly. “I’m not– it’s not–” You stammer, the words not finding you yet, knowing Diana was not going to let up anytime soon. She raises a skeptical eyebrow, her lips curling into a small smirk. “Oh really?” She asks tenaciously, not believing you one bit. “Are you sure?” She says, her voice still full with skepticism.
“It’s just… It’s such an important event.” You explain, accepting defeat. “Important people from all over– I don’t even know what to say to them! I mean I’m happy to go, but surely one of your hero friends or something would have been…” You trail off, feeling a little bad about that last part.
Her expression softens into something more understanding. She sighs ever so softly before speaking her next words carefully. “First of all,” She pauses, “You don’t have to say anything you wouldn’t normally say. Just be yourself.” You scoff.
“Secondly,” Diana says, “I invited you because I trust you– a lot more than them.” She speaks earnestly. You meet her gaze in the mirror, her eyes never straying from you. You feel your stomach stir at her words. “It is important. That’s why I wanted you by my side.” You don’t respond at first. The moment is sweet and vulnerable, in her attempts to comfort you she admits that she trusts you, that she wants you to be there. Your nerves about the conference are replaced with something more unfamiliar. Something you’ve been trying to ignore.
“What if I do something stupid?” You ask, tone only partially serious.
Diana smiles amusedly. “Then don’t.” She retorts sarcastically.
You let out a sigh, shaking your head in feigned exasperation. Diana is standing unruly close behind you, her body heat radiating against your back, causing a whirlwind of sensations to wash over you, your head spinning. Her previous comfort to you and mere presence making you dizzy. And the way she looks in a suit, well… it's not exactly helping matters either.
“Look at me.” She whispers, her voice clear and firm in your ear. She moves closer, if that was even possible, her gaze fixed on yours through the reflection.
“I think you’re in your head…” Diana says softly.
She pauses for a moment, taking in your expression, trying to get a read on you. “Look at yourself.” She adds. You watch her eyes roam over your face and over your body. You almost felt faint, not believing your predicament one bit. “You look absolutely stunning.” Diana says, her voice lacking its usual sternness. “You’re sharp. You look good. And you’re more than capable.”
You smile sheepishly, your voice barely above a whisper. “Thank you…”
She reaches a hand up and gently adjusts your curls for you, her touch tender. Careful. You feel a sense of comfort, yet there's also a cautiousness in the air. You realize this is probably the closest she has ever been to you, her presence both comforting and overwhelming in equal measure. Her eyes never left yours, focusing on your gaze and your gaze only through the mirror.
In a delicate, almost ghost-like manner, Diana moves her hand from your hair to your hip, her fingers hovering just above your skin, not quite making contact. She lifts her gaze to meet yours, her eyes questioning, seeking approval, asking yours if they knew a boundary was getting crossed. Your stomach flutters involuntarily in response, a mix of anticipation and excitement coursing through you.
“Just stick by me tonight…” Diana whispers. Her hand finally making contact with your hip, her touch excruciatingly gentle. “There’s nothing to worry about. I’ll make sure of it.” She speaks, her voice low and soft in your ear.
Your breath quickens involuntarily. Shit.
There was no putting up a front now, Diana’s breath is warm against your neck and her hand is resting on your hip. You felt your heart practically beating out of your chest. Diana immediately notices your change in demeanor, the way your chest heaved ever so slightly. She doesn’t pull away though, instead she presses against you fully, the hand on your hip pulling you closer. You shift your head so that your neck is slightly exposed for her. For no reason…
Her grip on your hip tightens, her fingers dipping into your skin through the dress. She leans forward, her chin resting on your shoulder. Her voice a soft, airy whisper in your ear, “Relax… I’ve got you.”
Diana could probably feel the tension in your body, the way you were trying to hold yourself together so firmly.
“What is this, huh?” You whisper back.
On the contrary to your question, there’s a thick, underlying tension between the two of you. An unspoken amperage crackling in the air. A tension that’s familiar and new simultaneously. Familiar because of the history between you two, yet undiscovered. She leans closer, her free hand joining your other hip. Her voice is low, almost sinful in your ear. “You know exactly what it is.” She murmurs. You bite your bottom lip at her words, affecting you more than you intended.
Diana senses that you are still tense, she lets out a soft sigh, tinged with a hint of frustration. "Relax," she repeats, her voice now firm and almost commanding. You release the breath you didn't realize you were holding, as your body eases against her touch. Almost instinctively. You can practically feel the warmth of her grin against your neck.
You press back against her slightly and Diana’s breath hitches momentarily, a jolt of electricity running through you at the unexpected, yet not unwelcome sensation of your body against hers. She doesn’t pull away though, instead letting you press against her even more. Her arms snake around your waist and pull you closer. She looks at you through the mirror, her voice low and sultry in your ear. “Much better,” she whispers.
Diana’s body is so warm against yours, her arms completely encircled around your waist. Her chest strong and flush against your back. She’s so close that you can hear her breathing and every faint sound she’s been making. You can smell her shampoo and the smell of her skin. Your head swims. It’s intoxicating. Overwhelming even. You struggle to think about much else but her, with you, right now.
You whine softly. “God, Diana…”
The use of her name breathless on your lips had clear effect on her. Her eyes fluttering shut as she lets out a shaky exhale only for you to hear. Her mask falters a bit, her fingers digging into your hips again.
“Say it again. Say my name again.” She whispers, low and hot.
“Make me.” You retort, wanting some of your control back.
Diana's reaction is instantaneous, her grip on your hips tightening as she presses you against the bathroom counter. Her body entraps you, and you feel her hips jerk involuntarily against your ass, a natural reflex. She repeats her order, her voice thick with demand, "Again." The air is heavy with tension, as her tone leaves no room for argument.
As you moan involuntarily at the sudden contact, your body happens to crave more of it. You resist the urge to give in just yet, teasing her with a breathy challenge. "Harder," you taunt, your face almost pressed against the cool surface of your bathroom mirror. "Like you mean it."
Diana barely contains a laugh at your audacity, but she has no time to waste on quips. Instead, she responds with a guttural moan, her hips moving with more deliberate purpose, grinding against you. She leans down, pressing her body against your back, her hand finding its way to your throat, gripping it firmly. She holds you there, her breath hot in your ear as she moans, for you and you alone.
The sensations overwhelm you, and you surrender. To her.
“Diana, baby. Please.” you plead, your voice thick with need and desire. You whine as she continues to grind against the curve of your ass, the clothed motion feeling so perverted yet so right. So intimate. Your head is spinning with need, and you gasp out, "More…" You whisper, voice desperate and ragged.
She obeys without a second thought, her hand sliding up your side and finding your breast. She cups it and squeezes it firmly, her hips rocking against you with a little more haste. Diana moans, “Your ass… so perfect.”
"Your body in this dress too," Diana moans, her voice thick with desire. "God, I've been thinking about doing this since the moment I walked in. " You gasp in response, the thought of her wanting you as much as you desire her sending waves of pleasure through you. You take the hand kneading at your tit and guide it to your clothed crotch. You hear Diana’s breath hitch once more.
You keep her hand there firm in place as you grind against it, her fingers cupping over the outline of your pussy through your dress. You hold your hand over hers, wanting to feel the veins in her hand as your clothed clit rocked against her fingers. When you moved backwards you were still met with Diana’s eager, gyrating hips. The double sensations making you moan out wantonly. It being so much, but still feeling like not enough. You would ask for more, but you forgot the two of you had prior obligations, lost in the heat of the moment.
Diana peppers kisses along the side of your throat and face, soft and tender, her desire for you prevalent in every kiss. Her grip on your neck is firm as she holds you in place possessively. Her touch is a stark contrast to the eager motion of your body rutting against her hand and her hips that were practically slamming into you now.
You felt a beam of heat coil in your gut, just needing a little more. And then some. You breathe out, throwing your head back against Diana’s chest.
“I’m so close.” You gasp into a moan, your body becoming overwhelmingly aware of all the sensations she’s giving you.
Diana’s gaze snaps up to look at you through the mirror, wanting to see your face when you cum for her. She runs her nose along your neck, her breath hot against your skin. “That’s right,” She whispers, her voice hoarse in your ear, “Let go for me.”
She’s losing her composure herself, her own breathing becoming ragged as she intensifies her ministrations. You whimper shamelessly. She bites down on the shell of your ear as she murmurs, her voice thick with desire, "You're so beautiful. So good for me." Then, in a hushed tone, she confesses, "I want to hear those gorgeous sounds when you cum.”
Diana's gaze is burning in the mirror, her eyes locking onto yours as she grips your face and forces you to maintain eye contact. You’ve never seen her look at you like this before– her gaze is low and seductive, filled with pure need.
You gasp as the orgasm washes over you, your body going rigid with pleasure. Diana continues kissing your neck, her words a sweet, incoherent mix of whispers and soft nothings. Her kiss is tender as you begin to tremble, and her body is there to support you against the counter. You slump against the surface, Diana's chest follows, hovering above you as her breathing intermingles with yours. The bathroom creating an echo of soft moans and ragged breaths, resonating in the empty space.
She moves the coils by your ear and whispers softly, “Can you stand?”
After regaining composure you stand up and turn around to face Diana, leaning against the counter. Her eyes, once filled with a preyful spark, are now softer, more vulnerable. Her gaze flicks down to your lips and then back up to your eyes, a clear message dancing in her gaze.
"I really want to kiss you," Diana admits, and you don't hesitate closing the already small gap between you two. Diana doesn’t hesitate with deepening the kiss, her mouth captures your bottom lip, lewdly sucking it in and out, the kiss slow and sloppy, filled with words left unspoken. Your hands roam instinctively, grasping at each other, seeking contact, as soft whimpers escape both of you.
Diana pulls back from the kiss, albeit reluctantly. She proceeds to smooth out your dress and adjust your hair again, taking a silent responsibility for the disarray. You return the favor, fixing her collar and gently tucking any loose curls back into her bun. A shared sense of giddiness fills the air, and as you lock eyes once again, you can't help the joint saccharine smile that you two shared.
saja boys have 2 lines each, no real names, and no personalities(jinu doesn’t count cuz he used to be human), and yet they have more fics than huntri/x does
it truly blows my mind how male centered this fandom is it’s sooooo fucking annoying
the main characters are HUNTRIX RUMÍ MIRA AND ZOEY AND THE SAJA BOYS ALWAYS HAS MORE CONTENT LIKE WTF and then I hate seeing Saja boys fics in the huntrix tags BITCH DIE!!? OR ORRRR when it’s huntrix x reader but the Saja boys got to be included BITCH IM TIREDDDD, THEY DONT ALWAYS NEED TO BE THERE FUCK THEM, even when I see gwi-ma x reader im like… are we deadass THE BITCH IS A FLAME LIKE WTF ITS THAT MALE CENTEREDNESS
some might think this isn’t that serious but I’m telling you if the Saja boys were girls YALL WOULDNT GAF ABOUT THEM!! and if huntrix were men YALL WOULD GIVE MORE OF A FUCK LIKE UGHHH and it’s always the same with people who hate on polytrix if they were all men or had at least one male YALL WOULD LOOOOOVEEEE THAT SHIT BUT BECAUSE THERES NO MEN YALL HATE IT BECAUSE YOU CANT PUT YOUR MALE CENTERED TWO CENTS IN
this could just be the man hating lesbian in me but idc there’s more content for side characters with two fucking lines under their belt but not the main characters and anytime I say this people are chasing me down alleyways with their pitch forks (which proves my point)
just means I have to take matters into my own hands
touch starved!reader x overly affectionate!zoey .ᐟ
cw sfw requested headcanon format
── ⃝̣𓈒𓏸 being touched just for the sake of it was something unfamiliar for you. blame it on your childhood but hugs, kisses, back rubs or even head pats were not at the table when it came to your parents.
── ⃝̣𓈒𓏸 you grew up with a certain aversion to it. it's not like you hate it, the attention is just awkward and you can't help but question the intentions behind it. because now every touch has to have meaning, genuineness.
── ⃝̣𓈒𓏸 over time you learn how to downplay your reactions, how to set your boundaries with others without creating an uncomfortable situation.
until you meet her, and you're suddenly a hot mess of contradictions.
── ⃝̣𓈒𓏸 zoey is all smile and kind words, always wanting to make others comfortable, including you.
the first time she initiated physical contact happened when a common friend introduced her to you. she lunged for a hug without a second thought, she's heard wonderful things about you and she was excited to finally meet you.
she did not expect you to tense up, much less so obviously. your body stiffened in her quick embrace, though it was only a reaction, because you sounded and seemed okay when she pulled back.
she noticed immediately, taking mental notes of your traits and personality the more you two interacted.
── ⃝̣𓈒𓏸 you got along great, to the point where you didn't need a common friend to hangout. even with busy schedules, she was always sending memes and randomly updating you about her day. it brought a sense of closeness you hardly ever experienced.
── ⃝̣𓈒𓏸 the occasional flirting hinted at something more, it was welcomed by both sides!
── ⃝̣𓈒𓏸 she thought it wouldn't be much of a problem for her to tone it down when it came to you. she was wrong, she ached to touch you because she liked you.
boundaries were tested each time you saw her. playful nudges, leaning a bit too close, a gentle hair twirl between her fingers + "your hair smells so good! what's your shampoo?"
it's casual, a friendly exchange for anyone with eyes. but you know better, you feel it. every smile, every glance, every compliment, it was all charged with curiosity for more.
── ⃝̣𓈒𓏸 the effect she has on you is not subtle at all. her touch burns even through your clothes. your eyes always darting towards her hand, hoping she'd pull one of her moves as usual. and when she delivers, you're caught between the first reaction to pull back and the desire to lean into her touch. slowly, but surely, the latter wins.
── ⃝̣𓈒𓏸 surprisingly not long after, it's you who initiates the contact.
holding her hand when you go out for walks, preventing her of leaving you behind as her steps are usually quick and eager, forgetting she actually has nowhere to be but by your side. mindlessly fixing her bangs after a rough wind. pinching the button of her nose or the softness of her cheek in a playful manner. straight up sneaking a hand around her waist just because you feel like it.
── ⃝̣𓈒𓏸 she had introduced you to something you've never dared to acknowledge. how did you manage to deprive yourself from physical affection for so long? you were starving and you didn't even know it.
the first time her sweet lips pressed against yours was simply a mind blowing event. it didn't have any business being so special, getting snacks in the local market was almost a mundane experience—unless you are accompanied by the pretty girl who's been making her way into your dry heart the last months.
buying snacks wasn't a strange plan, either. the main activity was to watch a movie in the cozy little sofa in your apartment. she dragged you to the store around the block, falling in the familiar rhythm of her endless conversations, changing topics whenever she found something more interesting to focus on.
your heart skipped a beat when she had put on some funky sunglasses, her dorky self fooling around with the exhibited items.
you moved by instinct, your hand squeezing her plushy cheeks to smash your lips against hers in a brief, warm kiss. you didn't give the poor girl time to react before you pulled back, flushed red you feigned nonchalance as you walked into another aisle.
zoey was sure her brain malfunctioned.
── ⃝̣𓈒𓏸 talking stage was over. you were a thing. which was much more fun than you ever imagined, because it includes a good ton of hugs and kisses.
── ⃝̣𓈒𓏸 it's hard to hold back now, even with her whole idol stuff, you were reprimanded by people you didn't even know their faces. but god forbid a woman likes to hold her almost girlfriend by the waist in public and kiss her all over. it's like you can't keep your hands to yourself!
── ⃝̣𓈒𓏸 too late, though. the media has seen you and it pushes you to formalize your relationship with zoey.
neither of you minded, actually. because you both wanted to go serious. in fact, zoey was suspicious you kissed her right before that meet & greet because you knew you'd get caught by the press—she just couldn't prove it...
whatever similarities with the reality u find are very much intended 🤓 this was fun!!
just wanna say ilysm for writing for us poc/halfsies <33 its a small detail in the grand scheme of things but having that little bit of rep feels nice hihi. esp as a curly girl that little detail that i dont mentally have to switch out. anyway im rambling but thats just to say thank you and youre doing great i cant wait to keep reading your stuff :3 xoxo
🥹 thank you so much for telling me this truly!! as silly as this might sound I’m always going to represent for my halfsies and my curly haired woc because I remember first reading fics and just wondering why is the reader always portrayed as this white girl 😭, but you saying this meant a lot and I’m glad I could contribute ILYYYY 🩷🩷🩷
