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Fiery Familiarity - Part 3
hey guys!! sorry it took longer than i expected to get this part out, i’ve been busy at work lol. also i realized i forgot literally like 3 paragraphs at the end of part 2 ;; they’re there now and they’re not crazy important but it’s something lol. enjoy part 3!!
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prologue | part 1 | part 2 | part 4
You resorted to carrying Toph, having her bend through the ground to tunnel closer to the camp. You stumbled out and fell to the ground, holding her defensively to shield her from more harm. “Katara, we need some help over here!”
“Toph, Y/n! What happened?” Katara cried, crouching at Toph’s side.
“My feet got burned!”
“Oh no, what happened?”
Toph’s sass started to come back, “I just told you, my feet got burned.”
Katara glared, “I meant how.”
Toph hesitated, “Well… We kind of went to see Zuko last night.”
“You WHAT?!” Aang yelled.
“Zuko?!” Katara cried incredulously.
Sokka let out a noise before Toph continued, “I thought he could be helpful to us.” Katara began to heal her feet. “And if I talked to him, maybe we could work something out.”
“So he attacked you?” Sokka asked.
“Well, he did, and he didn’t. It was sort of an accident.”
Aang had to ask, “But he did firebend at you?”
Toph sighed, reluctantly responding, “yes.”
Sokka started again, “See? You trusted Zuko, and you got burned. Literally!”
You needed to say something. “It wasn’t all his fault, Sokka! He was asleep and thought we were someone coming to ambush him. He tried to apologize, but she’d already been hurt.”
“It’s gonna take a while for your feet to get better,” she paused her healing, putting her water away. “I wish I could have worked on them sooner.”
“Yeah, me too,” Toph grumbled.
“Zuko’s clearly too dangerous to be left alone. We’re gonna have to go after him.”
You stopped listening as Aang and Sokka spoke, choosing to help support Toph and carry her to the fountain for some rest. But of course, you couldn’t get a moment's rest, as an explosion sounded moments later.
You all panicked, grabbing Toph protectively.
“Stop!” You all turned as you heard Zuko’s voice. “I don't want you hunting the Avatar anymore! The mission is off. I'm ordering you to stop.” Zuko tried to block Combustion Man, only to get shoved aside as he let off another explosion even closer to you.
You watched in vain as Zuko tried to stop him. When Combustion Man turned, you felt like everything went in slow motion. Your heart stopped as the explosion pushed Zuko off the ledge, you couldn’t help the scream you let out.
“Zuko!”
Sokka forced you down behind the fountain, only letting you back up once the explosion passed. You almost cried in relief when you saw Zuko had managed to catch himself on the roots hanging between the rocks.
As Aang and Katara used their bending to shield the group, you helped Sokka carry Toph behind the pillars as fast as possible.
“He's going to blast this whole place right off the cliff side!”
Katara tries to peek out, only for another explosion to set off, “I can't step out to waterbend at him without being blown up and I can't get a good enough angle on him from down here.”
You see Sokka’s eyes light up, “I know how to get an angle on him!” He grabs his boomerang, watching before aiming and winding up. “Alright buddy, don't fail me now!”
The boomerang whips into the distance and you hear Sokka cheer as it hits Combustion Man in the forehead. He tries to set off an explosion, but it backfires, and he only succeeds in blowing himself up along with a whole pillar of the air temple. You watch with bated breath, only releasing it when you see Zuko climbing up the root and onto stable ground.
You wait with the others as Zuko makes his way to you.
Aang looks up, “I can’t believe I’m saying this but… Thanks, Zuko.”
Sokka poses as he speaks up, “hey, what about me? I did the boomerang thing.”
“Listen, I know I didn't explain myself very well yesterday, I've been through a lot in the last few years, and it's been hard. But I'm realizing that I had to go through all those things to learn the truth. I thought I had lost my honor, and that somehow my father could return it to me.” He paused, looking down before continuing. “But I know now that no one can give you your honor. It's something you earn for yourself, by choosing to do what's right. All I want to do now is play my part in ending this war, and I know my destiny is to help you restore balance to the world.”
Aang’s face softened with those words, and you could feel hope rising in your chest at the sight.
Zuko turns to Toph, “I'm sorry for what I did to you.” He gave her a bow, “It was an accident. Fire can be dangerous and wild, so as a firebender, I need to be more careful and control my bending, so I don't hurt people unintentionally.”
You could tell that hit Aang in the heart, the memories of his first attempt rushing to the surface as his eyes widened and he looked down in quiet contemplation. He looked up, “I think you are supposed to be my firebending teacher. When I first tried to learn firebending, I burned Katara, and after that, I never wanted to firebend again. But now I know you understand how easy it is to hurt the people you love.” Aang bows to Zuko, “I'd like you to teach me.”
Zuko smiles, bowing back. “Thank you. I'm so happy you've accepted me into your group.”
“Not so fast. I still have to ask my friends if it's okay with them.” Aang turns to Toph, “Toph, you're the one that Zuko burned. What do you think?”
She grins, pounding her fist to get palm jokingly, “Go ahead and let him join. It'll give me plenty of time to get back at him for burning my feet.”
Aang smiles and looks at you, “Y/n?”
You hesitate, looking into Zuko’s eyes as you speak. “I know that there is good in his heart. He deserves a chance to show it. He’s the best shot you have at learning firebending.”
Aang nods, looking to the left, “Sokka?”
Sokka shrugs, “Hey, all I want is to defeat the Fire Lord. If you think this is the way to do it, then, I'm all for it.”
Aang nods once more, looking at the final person. “Katara?”
You watch sweat roll down Zuko’s face, a look of pure hope and fear in his eyes. She glares as she speaks, “I'll go along with whatever you think is right.”
Tension bleeds from Zuko’s shoulders as he steps forward. “I won't let you down! I promise!”
You carry Toph as the group bleeds out of the area, watching as Sokka tells Zuko to grab his things.
You hear Sokka calling to Zuko, something about lunch, after he shows him to his new room. As he slips out of the room, you watch Sokka turn to Aang and say, “Okay, this is really, really weird.”
You slot yourself behind a pillar, watching silently as Zuko pulls a photo out of his bag. You stay quiet for a moment as you watch his thumb rub against it. You see Katara lean against the doorway, his head whipping up as he feels her eyes on him. He stands as she begins to speak.
“You might have everyone else here buying your... transformation, but you and I both know you've struggled with doing the right thing in the past.” You watch as she walks toward him, standing inches from his face as she sneers, “So let me tell you something, right now. You make one step backward, one slip-up, give me one reason to think you might hurt Aang, and you won't have to worry about your destiny anymore. Because I'll make sure your destiny ends... right then and there. Permanently.”
You watch as hurt blooms on his face, his eyes wide and sad as he watches her leave. You hide behind the pillar as she slams the door. You wait until her footsteps and mumbled curses subside before you approach the door.
You knock on the door softly, “...Zuko?”
You hear shuffling before the door opens, a disheartened look on his face.
“Have you come to give me a piece of your mind, too?”
Your eyes softened before you shook your head. “Can I come in?”
He watched you with an indiscernible look before he stepped to the side and opened the door, giving you more than enough room to step inside. You slid in, taking a deep breath before you spoke up, “I’m sorry for Katara’s… outburst. I’m sure you can understand it comes from a place of love for her friends, but her protective nature comes out more threatening than it needs to.”
He looks down, “No, she has every right to be angry. After the things I’ve done, what my nation put them through… I don’t blame her for being mad at me.”
You nodded sadly, trying to find something else to take his attention off of the past. Your eyes lit up as you looked down at the bed, “Is that your uncle Iroh?”
His eyes snapped to meet yours, “I… Yes, it is.”
You picked it up gently, studying the painting. “Tell me about him.”
You could feel Zuko’s eyes studying you, but when you turned to meet his eyes, they were focused on the photo. “He is… the closest thing to a real father that I’ve ever known. He stood by me, no matter how childish, stubborn, or foolish I was. He cared for me in a way that my father never could. He is crazy and wise and tea obsessed, but I wouldn’t have made it this far without him. He loved and supported me, and I still couldn’t see it. I just wish I could go back and make things right.”
You studied his face as he spoke, awed at how beautifully he’d grown into himself. The sharp cut of his jaw, the gentle slope of his nose, the way his hair fell perfectly, long enough but somehow not in his eyes. And his eyes, Spirits, his eyes shined like gold, even in the muted sun. He looked ethereal. You could still see the youth in his face, just the slightest bit of softness left in his cheeks even with how active he was. You could see how the years had worn him down, his face full of worry lines even at 16. Even his scar, the skin now healed and rough, his left eye permanently squinted just so. He was perfect.
You realized he stopped speaking, looking at you with a sadness in his eyes you couldn’t bare. You traced the edge of Iroh’s portrait softly as you whispered, “You really love him, don’t you?”
Zuko inhaled sharply, his eyes widening as he searched your face. He smiled almost imperceptibly, “I guess I do.”
You held your breath, wanting so badly to hug him, reassure him that Iroh would forgive him, that everything would be okay… but you didn’t know him that well, not anymore. So you settled for a reassuring hand on his shoulder as you handed the portrait back. “The next time you see him, tell him. I’m sure he feels the same.”
You paused for a moment before slipping your hand away, beginning to trail towards the door. His raspy voice made you pause.
“What was your name again?”
You stopped in your tracks, inhaling sharply before casting a glance over your shoulder. “Y/n.”
You walked out before you could see his reaction.
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Fiery Familiarity - Part 2
here’s part 2! it was a lot of play by play from the episode, but i tried to make it more interesting. we’re getting into the meaty bits, hope you guys enjoy!!
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prologue | part 1 | part 3 | part 4
“Hello, Zuko here.”
Like the others, you were shocked. The LAST person you expected to see here was Zuko, especially so soon after the Black Sun fiasco.
“Hey, I heard you guys flying around down there, so, I just thought I'd wait for you here.” You watch with a barely contained smile as Appa let out a roar and licked him. “I know you must be surprised to see me here.”
“Not really, since you've followed us all over the world, “ Sokka sneered.
“Right. Well, uh…” You could see the hesitation on his face as he took a breath to prepare himself. “Anyway, what I wanted to tell you about is that I've changed, and I, uh, I'm good now, and well I think I should join your group, oh, and I can teach firebending…” Zuko met Aang eyes, “to you.”
You could see Aang's posture relax slightly, his grip on his staff loosening as Momo chittered softly.
Zuko started, “See, I, uh-”
“You wanna *what* now?” Toph asked incredulously.
“You can’t possibly think that any of us would trust you, can you?” Katara furrowed her brows as she continued, “I mean, how stupid do you think we are?!”
Sokka chimed in, “Yeah, all you’ve ever done is try to hunt us down and capture Aang!”
You piped up, trying to diffuse some of the rising tension. “Everybody, please, just calm down-”
“I've done some good things! I mean, I could have stolen your bison in Ba Sing Se, but I set him free. That's something!” He gestured to Appa before giving an awkward shrug. You watched his eyes widen slightly as Appa licked up his back once more.
“Appa does seem to like him,” Toph said, her tone significantly softer this time around.
“He probably just covered himself in honey or something so that Appa would lick him. I'm not buying it.” Sokka made a show of gesturing along with his obvious disdain for the prince.
Zuko took a breath before beginning again, “I can understand why you wouldn’t trust me, and I know I’ve made some mistakes in the past.” You could tell from the look in his eyes that he meant it. The way he looked to the side, ashamed of his past actions.
Your breath hitched as Sokka raised his voice. “Like when you attacked our village?”
“Or when you stole my mother's necklace and used it to track us down and capture us?”
“Look, I admit I've some awful things.” He buried a hand in his hair as he continued, “I was wrong to try to capture you, and I'm sorry that I attacked the Water Tribe. And I never should have sent that Fire Nation assassin after you.” You could see Toph and Sokka’s posture change as Zuko continued, “I'm going to try and stop-”
Your eyes widened, “that was you?”
Sokka pulled out his boomerang, ready to attack, “Wait, you sent Combustion Man after us?!”
Zuko’s hand fell as he looked up, a look in his eyes you couldn’t quite place. “Well, that's not his name, but-”
“Oh sorry, I didn’t mean to insult your friend.” Sokka’s voice was laced with angry sarcasm.
Zuko’s fiery temper set in as he raised his voice angrily, “He’s not my friend!”
Toph pointed accusingly, “That guy locked me and Katara in jail and tried to blow us all up!”
Zuko closed his eyes as he composed himself before looking at Aang. “Why aren't you saying anything? You once said you thought we could be friends.” You could hear the quiet desperation buried in his words. “You know I have good in me.”
Aang looked to the rest of you, and the hope in your eyes dulled as Sokka shook his head. Aang’s expression turned harsh before he replied. “There's no way we can trust you after everything you've done. We'll never let you join us.”
You couldn’t help but gasp softly as you watched Zuko’s face fall, “Aang-”
“You need to get out of here. Now.”
Zuko’s face contorted as he tried to speak once more, “I’m trying to explain that I'm not that person anymore!” He took a few steps forward, desperate to plead his case.
Sokka positioned his boomerang, “Either you leave or we attack.”
“If you won't accept me as a friend, then maybe you'll take me as a prisoner.” Zuko fell onto his knees, raising his hands in surrender to be cuffed.
Katara shifted, getting ready to bend, “No, we won’t!”
“Katara, no!” You yelped in vain, helpless as she hit him with a blast of water. You took a step, reaching towards him as he grunted in pain.
“Get out of here, and don't come back! And if we ever see you again,” she stomped as Sokka stepped forward threateningly, “well, we'd better not see you again!”
Zuko’s wide-eyed expression changed to one of resignation as he lifted himself up and walked off.
You stood at Toph’s side as the others gathered their things and stalked off, grumbling angrily about the situation.
“Why would he try to fool us like that?” Katara asked.
Sokka piped up, “Obviously he wants to lead us into some kind of trap.”
Katara sighs, “This is just like when we were in prison together at Ba Sing Se. He starts talking about his mother and making it seem like he's an actual human being with feelings.”
You could feel your face fall at the mention of Ursa, “Katara, you don’t know that he was lying about his mother.”
Sokka shot you a glare, “He wants you to trust and feel sorry for him so you let your guard down, then he strikes.” Sokka motioned out a jab.
She knelt as she set her belongings down, “The thing is… It worked. I did feel sorry for him. I felt like he was really confused and hurt.” She paused for a moment, getting up, “but obviously, when the time came, he made his choice, and we paid the price.” She looked down, brow furrowing. “We can't trust him.”
You leaned into Toph, just enough that she gave you a questioning look before Aang caught your attention.
“I kind of have a confession to make. Remember when you two were sick and I got captured by Zhao?”
You listened as Sokka and Katara bickered about frogs and warts, in true sibling fashion. Thankfully, Aang cut them off once more. “Anyway, when Zhao had me chained up, it was Zuko who came in and got me out. He risked his life to save me.”
You could tell the confession only managed to rile Katara up more, crossing her arms as she ranted. “No way. I'm sure he only did it so he could capture you himself!”
Sokka jumped in once more, “Yeah, face it Aang, you're nothing but a big prize to him.”
Aang’s face fell slightly as he sighed, “You're probably right.”
Katara’s arms shifted, fists clenched at her sides, “And what was all that crazy stuff about setting Appa free? What a liar!”
Toph finally spoke up, “Actually, he wasn’t lying.”
You inhaled sharply, watching her with laser focus. You had almost forgotten about her ability to sense lies.
“Oh, hooray! In a lifetime of evil, at least he didn't add animal cruelty to the list.” You almost scoffed at the sarcastic venom in Sokka’s voice.
Toph sighed, “I'm just saying that considering his messed-up family and how he was raised, he could have turned out a lot worse.”
“You're right, Toph! Let's go find him and give him a medal. The "not as much of a jerk as you could have been" award!”
Your eyes narrowed as you looked at Katara, “that’s not fair and you know it Katara.”
“All I know is that while he was talking to us, he was sincere. Maybe you're all just letting your hurt feelings keep you from thinking clearly.”
Toph made a good point. However, you couldn’t help but wonder if your own feelings toward him were clouding your judgment as well.
Aang and Sokka turned to face you two as Katara continued, “Easy for you to say! You weren't there when he had us attacked by pirates!”
“Or when he burned down Kyoshi Island!”
“Or when he tried to capture me at the Fire Temple!”
Katara stomps like a petulant child, “Why would you guys even try to defend him?”
Toph stalks forward angrily, “Because Katara, you're all ignoring one crucial fact,” she pokes at Aang’s chest, “Aang needs a firebending teacher! We can't think of a single person in the world to do the job! Now one shows up on a silver platter, and you won't even think about it?” The ground rumbles as Toph stomps out her point.
You walk up and place a hand on her shoulder in a show of support, staring them down with her. “I’m not saying what he’s been through justifies his actions, but Toph is right. Right now, he’s the only chance we’ve got.”
Katara seems to contemplate this, looking down before Aang speaks. “I’m not having Zuko as my teacher.”
“You’re darn right you’re not, buddy.” Sokka glares at the two of you.
Katara crosses her arms again, “Well, I guess that settles that.”
Toph growls, shrugging off your hand as she turns, calling out to them before she stomps off. “I'm beginning to wonder who's really the blind one around here!”
You give one last look to the others before following her.
“So, what’s the plan Toph?”
She glares, “what are you talking about?”
You give a sly grin, “well if I know you, and I do, you’ve got a plan. I want in.”
Toph gives you a smirk before explaining.
When night fell, you and Toph snuck away to the ground above the Air Temple. You knew Zuko had to be camping close, and your suspicions were confirmed when you saw the distant flickering of a campfire. You walked with Toph closer to the camp, slowing when you heard an alarmed Zuko.
“Who's there? Stay back!”
“It’s me!” Toph cried, throwing up an earth shield as Zuko sent out a panicked fire blast. Your eyes widened, trying to reach and push Toph forward before she tipped back. You were a second too late, catching her as she fell.
She yelped in pain, “You burned my feet!”
You watched his eyes widen as he got up, “I’m sorry, It was a mistake!”
You helped Toph as she scrambled away, desperately throwing earth to defend herself. Zuko dodged desperately, “Let me help you! I'm sorry!” He reached forward, grabbing her shoulder.
“Get off me! Get off me!” She managed to elbow him away, throwing up an earth pillar to knock him away.
He tumbled to the ground with a grunt, pushing himself up onto his elbows. His eyes were wide as he cried, “I didn’t know it was you!” He grabbed his side, groaning, “Come back!”
You met his eyes, a mix of worry and pity crossing your face as you helped Toph shuffle away. You could see the desperate look he threw your way, and your heart ached to put a smile on his face. He reached out, but you knew you had to help Toph. You turned away, trying to catch up to her.
“Ugh! Why am I so bad at being good?!”
You felt your heart shatter at the pure frustration and sadness in his voice. You couldn’t help but think that even with all he’d done, he was still just a scared boy trying to figure out his place in the world. You just wished the others could see that too.
You met his eyes, a mix of worry and pity crossing your face as you helped Toph shuffle away. You could see the desperate look he threw your way, and your heart ached to put a smile on his face. He reached out, but you knew you had to help Toph. You turned away, trying to catch up to her.
“Ugh! Why am I so bad at being good?!”
You felt your heart shatter at the pure frustration and sadness in his voice. You couldn’t help but think that even with all he’d done, he was still just a scared boy trying to figure out his place in the world. You just wished the others could see that too.
Fiery Familiarity - Part 1
here’s part 1! this is some more world-building groundwork, establishing the reader's place in the gaang! i'll be posting part 2 soon and it'll be more exciting i promise lol. pls read the prologue to better understand the story
words: ~1k
prologue | part 2 | part 3 | part 4
Ever since you left the Fire Nation, you’d been having a bit of a hard time adjusting. Having become so used to the life of luxury you once knew, it was hard to survive. You had long since ditched your old clothing, opting for more muted, inconspicuous tones. You hopped from town to town, helping transport resources in order to further your journey. Eventually, you reached a far-off Earth Nation town, by the name of Gaoling, seeking refuge there. You learned to fend for yourself, taking odd jobs to pay for your meals.
You survived on your own for 5 years before meeting the Avatar. You had to get scrappy to keep up with the changing times. Life wasn’t always kind to children, even in Earth Kingdom cities. There was still a war going on, after all. In those years, you managed to earn yourself plenty of scars, including a nasty one on your face. It spanned from the left side of your chin all the way up to the bridge of your nose. It puts a damper on possible jobs when you look like you’re trouble just waiting to happen.
That’s how you ended up getting roped into helping Xin Fu with his underground fight ring. It was tedious, but it was all you had. Until you met “The Blind Bandit” who you soon came to know as Toph. She was an abrasive girl, but you could tell she was no weaker than anyone else despite her blindness. Then, somewhere along the line, the Avatar had found her, begging her to come be his earthbending teacher.
Late one night, after watching Toph fight Xin Fu and his goons, you decided to follow her, and the Avatar, back to her home.
“Of course it doesn’t change the way I feel about you, Toph. It's made me realize something.”
You saw Toph's head lift, milky eyes full of hope, “It has?”
“Yes. I've let you have far too much freedom. From now on you'll be cared for and guarded twenty-four hours a day.” You could feel your heart drop, the tension in the room so painful you couldn’t bare to hear more. You watched as a lone tear slipped down Toph’s face.
You waited until she had returned to her room before sneaking to her balcony. You slipped behind her guards, knocking them out as quietly as possible. You cracked open the door, “Toph? Toph, are you there?”
“Y/n? What are you doing here, you’re going to get caught.”
“Hurry, we don’t have much time. I’ve knocked out the guards but it won’t be long until more come. I’m getting you to the Avatar, even if it’s the last thing I do. I’d sooner get arrested than watch you rot here. You deserve your freedom, Toph.”
Toph smiled, “Well then, what are we waiting for?”
Once you caught up with Aang, Toph insisted you come with them. The others had agreed, saying that any friend of Toph’s was a friend of theirs. So you’d begun your long journey. Appa’s shedding had brought you not only an unexpected visit from Azula, but also the knowledge that Zuko had been chasing after them for so long now. Hearing the stories you told of what he had done… Your heart ached. Not only for them, but for Zuko. A boy so sweet who had been so swiftly corrupted by his family's twisted perception of right and wrong, of their “victory”.
You knew from then on that you couldn’t share your past with them, not truly.
You traveled on through the desert, where you lost Appa. You all watched as Aang spiraled, throwing himself deeper into despair. So you traveled to Ba Sing Se, where you searched for that loveable beast. But when you finally got him back, things crashed and burned once again.
Azula, the coup, the Dai Li, it was all happening so fast. You had decided to go with Aang to rescue Katara, knowing that Zuko would be there. Suddenly, you were very thankful that you left the Fire Nation before you had the chance to meet Iroh. He was a kind, wise old man, but you couldn’t risk being recognized. Listening to his advice for Aang gave you hope that not all firebenders were bad.
Arriving in the cavern was breathtaking for more than one reason. Not only were the crystals gorgeous, but seeing Zuko all grown up… It made your heart soar and crash simultaneously. You had heard the whispers of the banished prince, outcast by his own father in search of a long-lost enemy. You just hadn’t seen him until now.
Your voice tumbled in a whisper before you could stop it, “Oh Zuko…” His once youthful face was now so tired, so worn down. His left eye was scarred into a permanent squint, the burn spreading over his ear. You could feel your heart twist in your chest. He used to be so full of life, even with his awkward disposition. He was just a child. To think that his own father would do this to him…
Watching him side with Azula was almost as painful as seeing how far he had fallen over the years. After seeing the look of hope on Katara’s face when she thought he had changed, watching her face contort into horror when he attacked. Watching him stand by as Azula killed Aang… You couldn’t bare to meet his eyes as you left with Katara, praying that Iroh would be alright. You knew Azula wouldn’t show him any mercy, family or not.
Fiery Familiarity - Prologue
hey y’all! i haven’t written anything in a couple years, so please be kind if my writing isn’t the best. this is going to be a multiple part series about secret firebender reader and their adventures with the gaang (and eventually zuko), so let me know if you’re interested in the premise. words: ~ 1.1k
part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4
When you were younger, things seemed so much easier. Before all the weight of the world came crashing down. Growing up a noble in the fire nation had its perks, especially when your father was one of Fire Lord Ozai’s commanders. You spent a lot of time visiting the palace. While your father sat in what you thought were boring meetings, you got to run around and explore. Fire Lady Ursa was always so kind to you, it was hard not to enjoy your time there.
“Now, remember to be gentle, Zuko,” you heard a voice saying to the young prince. You peeked out from behind a pillar, watching as Lady Ursa knelt with Prince Zuko. They were crouched in front of a pond, though you couldn’t quite see what they were doing.
You crept a little closer, trying to lean forward enough to catch a glimpse. This, however, only ended in you stumbling over yourself. You whined quietly, causing Ursa and Zuko to turn at the sound. You scrambled to your feet, bowing to them with an apology. No matter how kind she was, Lady Ursa was still a ruler of the fire nation.
“No need to apologize, my dear.” Ursa hummed, giving you a smile. She looked down at Zuko, giving an almost teasing grin. “Zuko, is there something you’d like to ask your friend?”
Zuko’s head whipped up to glare at his mother, a flushed pout on his face. He grumbled something before turning to you, eyes not quite meeting yours. “Would you like to feed the turtle ducks with us?”
Your eyes lit up, “okay!” You ran to sit beside Zuko, smiling when he handed you half of his loaf of bread. You sat side by side, chatting and laughing happily as you watched the turtle ducks paddle their little feet to get the bread. You were both so caught up that you failed to notice the way Lady Ursa’s smile faded as she watched as the commanders came out of the meeting.
“Come now children, I believe the meeting is over. It would be best if your friend gets back to their father. Run along now my dear, I’m sure you can feed the turtle ducks together again some other day.” Ursa placed a hand on your back, gently nudging you in the direction of your waiting father.
You heard Ursa’s voice whispering before Zuko spoke, “b-bye Y/n. I hope to see you again soon.” His head dipped in a polite nod, a shy smile on his face.
You let out a giggle at his awkward disposition, giving a wide wave as you ran toward your father. You couldn’t hide your smile as you walked toward the palace entrance. You threw one last look over your shoulder, watching as a flushed Zuko said something to his mother before he disappeared from view.
The next time you were at the palace, it wasn’t as pleasant as the last few times. You’d been busy feeding turtle ducks, practicing firebending, and running through the yards with Zuko. This time, the meeting was going to run into the late hours of the night, so Lady Ursa offered to let you stay in one of the spare rooms of the palace. Your father gratefully accepted, urging you to behave yourself and not cause trouble any trouble. You promised you would, taking your time to run and explore the palace. You had never truly realized how huge it was.
You took extra care to avoid Azula and her “friends.” Truth be told, you’d never been much of a fan, you saw the way she treated others and how little she seemed to value the life of other beings. Plus, you loved the turtle ducks too much to respect her after you saw the way she threw things at them.
You ran through room after room, giggling to yourself as you looked at all the stuffy old people in the portrait room. You made faces, mocking them as you rushed to the next room. You hadn’t realized where you were until you stumbled into a small alcove. You could hear voices coming from just beyond the wall.
“There’s an Earth village here, they have abundant coal mines. If we were to take over their village, we could use those mines to power our ships, Fire Lord Ozai.”
Another man chimed in, “they have earthbenders at the ready, but they are no match for the might of your armies. If you would allow me, Fire Lord, I would be honored to lead our warriors to victory for you.”
You heard murmured agreement before the Fire Lord’s booming voice reached you. “Very well, Commander Takei. You will lead our troops to overpower their forces and take control of their village. I will leave it in your capable hands.”
You could hear the grin in his voice when the commander spoke, “Should they resist, we will cut them down like the scum they are. Any who survive will be put to work in those very mines.”
You had heard enough. How could your father just sit back and agree to this? All those people… They were going to be killed, cut down and enslaved just for their resources? Why couldn’t they just ask to share them, or at least make a deal? Your father had always refused to tell you what he did during those meetings. You had heard stories of the war and what the fire nation had done to the other nations. You never liked them, you thought they were just dramatics meant to entertain the children and reinforce how powerful the nation was.
You could feel yourself beginning to panic, fear clawing its way up your throat as you stumbled through the halls. You had to find your room, you had to get out of here. You couldn’t stay with people who would do things like this. You loved your father, but you couldn’t stand by and watch this happen.
As soon as you reached your room, you began packing your bag. You shoved as much as you could into it, realizing you’d need food if you were going to make it anywhere. You waited until dark before you crept into the kitchen, packing a small bag of food. Just enough that they wouldn’t notice, but it would at least last you a few days. You tucked it into your belt, peeking out the door. You began to sneak out but caught sight of someone.
It was Zuko, you could only assume he was out for a midnight snack. You could tell he saw you, even with his eyes bleary from sleep. They widened slightly, and you ducked down another hall. Just before you left, you heard a voice call out.
“Y/n?”
You couldn’t help the tears that fell as you rushed out into the night.
Thinking about being some sort of psychic of telepath- and when you sleep your subconscious bleeds into the parallel worlds, always when your mind in that world is active.
Turns out that’s when your friends are fucking you dumb.
Well your clearly more than friends in these worlds, the way they so clearly worship the ground you walk on.
The first time it happened you thought it was a sex dream.
Your eyes opening to the pleasurable feeling flooding your body, onto to find todoroki shoto hovering over you, his thighs are outside of yours, holding them together as his hips rapidly fuck the in between, one of his hands rubbing aggressively on your clit. Your immediately gasping because- it feels so real- and oh god so good. He doesn’t stop but presses his lips to yours, moving his fingers faster as he apologizes.
“Couldn’t wait- m’ love. Feels so good.” 
You had never cum that hard before. Your orgasm to much for your tired body, as you slowly slipped out of consciousness, allowing his lips to kiss up and down your neck while your fingers tangled in his hair.
When you woke again, you figured out what is was, and although you thought it was a one time thing, you couldn’t stop imagining the things that happened between you and your former classmate. Your friend, had looked at you like you were some kind of goddess, to be worshiped and pleased.
It refused to leave your mind.
Until something replaced it.
About a week later, your mind slipped once again.
Your eyes fluttering open just as a thick cock slipped into you- so easily. Large hands held your thighs up, as your ankles rested on the man’s shoulders. The hands quickly slipped down and to the front of your legs, settling his cock fully inside you.
You were in to much of a trance to figure out who is was as their hands wondered up your body, groping and feeling you up. The thick cock that pressed against the deepest parts of you. Lips on your jaw grounded you as your eyes fluttered lightly. Quickly turning to see the male, a glasses-less face stared back at you with a soft look.
Iida Tenya?
Fingertips brushed through dark hair that threatened to fall in your eyes. Lips gently pressed against yours before he smiled at you before suddenly grinding his hips into yours, watching your eyes flutter shut as the tip of his cock pressed heavily against your cervix, desperately trying to break through.
“*groan*- gonna put a baby in you-”
And it kept happening.
Eyes opening on all fours with Kirishima Eijiro. Feeling his hands desperately grip your hips as he fucked you into the mattress.
“Oooh fuck- pretty baby-”
Feeling intense pressure from Sero Hanta fucking your against the wall of a locked room somewhere, shushing you as you tried not to scream at how good he felt.
“Shh-hhh got- hah- gotta be quiet sweetheart.”
Laying on the couch with Kaminari Denki on top of you as he desperately sucked on your tits. Marking the skin with hickeys and bite marks as he grinds hopelessly against your clothed pussy.
“Mph- please- I- I wanna cum-”
Shinso Hitoshi who wakes you up between your thighs, hungrily sucking your clit while lazily pumping his fingers in and out of your wet cunt. Overstimulating you until he’s finally had his fill of your cum.
“Just one more- come on. Can’t you give me just one more , kitten?”
Giving a boob-job to a pussy drunk Midoriya Izuku, who’s on his knees as he holds onto the headboard. Your panties stuffed in his mouth as he cums on your chest and neck.
“*whining* please- please- please- please- oh god-“
Christening his new office at his new agency but getting fucking by Bakugo Katsuki on his desk. Burying himself in you over and over, violently fucking your cervix as you cum on his now stained wooden desk. Before finally riding his dick in his new chair, tears in your eyes from how tired your body is.
“Hmp- oooooh shit- shit- shit- keep going- fuck!! Keep going , princess.”
Recreating porn videos with Monoma Neito, the lewd sounds playing out as his eyes zero in on the screen, going from eating you out to fucking your brain dumb, attempting to act out everything he sees. Did I mention that the videos were all around an hour long?
“Come on baby. I have a few more I want to try… you have to stay awake.”
Violently fingered by Shindo Yo as he holds you from behind, three fingers pumping as deep into you as they can go as his thumb holds your clit, his entire hand vibrating nonstop.
“It’s okay to cum, babe. Thats the goal here.”
Tamaki Amajiki who fully makes out with your cunt. One of his hands is morphed into a tentacle that sits unmoving inside you, yet bulges your stomach as you almost beg for cum. He gives soft kitten licks to your clit before fully taking a good portion of your lips in his as he sucks gently. Only to repeat the action over and over before he gets the desire to latch his large mouth over your cub entirely, leaving you empty inside as he sucks violently at your clit. He doesn’t let you cum yet though, he goes through and then goes back to making out with your cunt, repeating the action randomly until your hit with a major orgasm.
“So pretty, smells like you-, tastes so good, pretty.”
Getting fucked in mid air by Shoji Mezo, who stands at full height, two of his hands on your hips as your seated with him inside of you, another two are holding your feet in the air around his head, the last two doing as he pleases, fucking you harshly as you have to rely on him completely.
“*groans* stop squirming sweetheart.”
Dry humping at some hero event with Ojiro Mashirao. In the locked bathrooms as your dress is pulled up. Telling you not to cum as you’ll ruin his suit and give you both away. Shoves the tip of himself in just to fill you with his hot, sticky, bucket load of cum as your thighs clench around him, trying not to cum yourself as he fixed you up, swiping the bit that leaked out from your pussy and pushing it between your lips before pulling down your dress and making your hair look good again.
“Breathe darling, I’ll make sure you cum more than enough at home.”
Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu groping you into cumming. Shoving you face first against the wall as he presses his body against yours. His cock hard against your ass as he flips your skirt up to nuzzle it between your cheeks. One of his hands groping your chest, hard, after your shirt if pulled up, stuffed into your mouth to keep up. His hand slipping under your bra and squeezes, before hardening his skin to hurt you, all while he grinds against your ass. He uses the momentum he got to force you to grind into his other hand, fully cupping your pussy and grinding the heel of his hand into your clit. Until your head falls onto his shoulder, eyes rolled back as your hips buck on their own to orgasm,
“Go ahead cupcake. Cum for me- use me to make yourself cum.”
and oh god- the most memorable one. The one that out of all the new experiences you felt. All the friends you couldn’t look in the eye. He was the worst one. Because it was clearly so wrong.
Fuck.
Aizawa Shota.
Oh god you remember when your mind surfaced. Everything was still so vivid, more so than any other experience from your mind.
You surfaced right in front of him, about a second later her lips were on you. Your former teacher, your mentor. Your sensei.
Within seconds you were being pushed up onto something, his tongue slipping between your lips as he pushed himself between your thighs. You shoved his hair out of his face, allowing him full control as he pushed your back down against whatever your were sitting on, his hands sliding up your thighs to flip up your skirt.
God. He let you go, allowing your head to fall back and off the small… desk. Your desk, from UA. You teacher is fucking you in your old uniform, on your old desk. A loud moan left your lips as he slipped inside of you, since when was he so big?Your button up shirt was ripped open, untucked to give the male the most access to your body. He forced you on his cock over and over, lips staining your skin as you cried out. His pelvis grinding harshly against your clit as he fucked your cervix, fucking his cum into your womb over and over, not allowing you a break from the constant bullying. You didn’t know how long it lasted. His grunt words a mix of praise and humiliation as he moved at a brutal pace. This was so wrong. He was so much older, he taught you in school. And yet your eyes rolled back as you came again, your body weak and the man showing no sign of stopping anytime soon.
“Feeling so good for me. I taught you didn’t I? You should have more stamina than this.”
But oh- as the cherry on top of it all.
Your not the only one connected to these other worlds. Every last one of them has been having the same dreams you have, their just not in control of theirs.
"oh sorry, i guess i was infodumping again" - sad, shy, apologetic
"you sly dog, you got me monologuing" - cool, strong, confident
Check out my ongoing comic Crow Time. It has crows, and also neat pantheons of epic beasties.
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TFW that employee you hired a few months ago can be near the homicidal jester robot in the dark without being murdered to death and is apperently his friend
As I write Solar Lunacy, I want Managment to realize the dynamic between Y/N and the Daycare Attendants and become the white guy blinking meme
Favourite sex position headcanons III
Pairings: Inazuma edition. Thoma, Kazuha, Gorou, Itto (separately) x f!reader
Warning: dom/sub, biting, hickeys, unprotected sex, cumming inside, stomach bulge, overstimulation, voyeurism
W/c: Bulletpoint headcanons and a short drabble.
a/n: idk what happened to gorou’s it was going to be cute and then i thought; “what if i just made him annoyed and horny?” that being said itto still wins my personal favourite for this batch because i’m a big simp ;)
NSFW, 18+ content below cut, MDI.
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being your fav's puppygirl, and having them grab your hips and manhandle you until you're straddling his waist while he's laying down, rubbing your wet heat against his cock and sighing at every roll of your hips.
"alright puppy," he groans, his breath hitching when you look up at him with eyes sparkling with excitement and anticipation. "sit"
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good boy
nsfw!!! sub!xiao x f!reader
edging, breeding, (very) mild possessive behavior, public sex, praise kink, blowjob, handjob, voyeurism (sort of??), kitty is used as a nickname i think, he’s wearing the collar from this fic
Xiao is a good boy.
Always listens and behaves himself, letting you play with him however you wish. Especially after the collar incident, he’s very pliant, allowing you to do more because you both know he loves it.
Speaking of the collar incident, he hasn’t taken it off since. Every time you see him now, that thick leather band is wrapped snuggly around his neck, with the four golden letters attached glinting whenever the light touches it. Purple splotches adorn the space all around the collar from time spent with you sucking on his skin while riding him until he cries.
His neck, you think, looks like a piece of art. You quite like it that way, and continue to darken the marks anytime they seem to fade.
Today is no different than any day. You go up to the top balcony at Wangshu Inn where he resides and expect to see him gazing out at the sky, looking as pretty as ever, and you’ll get to spend the day together.
Except that’s not where he is at all.
Walking out on him slumped back in a chair with that black collar around his neck and a hand pumping furiously at his cock was far from anything you thought you’d come across him doing, but there he is.
He notices you quick, eyes that are as wide as saucers staring up at you from his spot. You give him a small, teasing look and go to sit in the chair beside him.
It’s quiet for a few moments - his body completely rigid while you relax into your seat - until you break the silence.
“Aren’t you going to show me how to do it?” Of course, you already know, but you’d never miss an opportunity to see Xiao take himself apart.
He does, his hand wrapping back around himself to give a few shaky tugs. Seeing the way his hand shook, he must be nervous - he’s never had anyone watch him get off before.
Once he starts feeling it, though - lips parting for small whimpers to fit out, grip around himself tightening while he moves it faster up and down his length - he seems to calm back down.
You watch him quietly, letting him enjoy himself a little, bask in the feeling of his hand jacking himself off.
He’ll look up once in a while, as if wondering whether you’re still there and looking, but immediately whips his head back down to stare at his hard cock when you meet his eyes.
What a good boy. So sweet and shy despite being taken apart by you nearly every time you visit.
Once his hips start canting upwards and his breaths begin to speed up you stop him, gripping his wrist in order to cease his movements. He’s flushed and his chest rises and falls, hand falling down to his side.
You pat his thigh, “good kitty.”
It’s your turn now, both of your eyes glued to your own hand that turns into a fist and gives one single pull.
“A little dry, don’t you think?” You question, and he makes a noise of confusion when your hand releases his cock. “Need to get it wet.”
A look of realization flashes in his lidded eyes as he watches you lean down to spit onto the head of his length. It runs down the sides, all the way down to drip onto his balls. He shivers and whines at the sensation.
You take your job of getting him nice and slick a step further and lean the rest of the way down to take him into your mouth. Slowly, your head slides down, all the way until your lips touch the base.
“Oh god,” he practically sobs, moving lightning fast to grip at the back of your head. “Oh god oh god oh god oh god-“
You hold your head there as long as you can, his dick pushing against the back of your throat. It’s a lot for him, his hips would be kicking into your mouth if you hadn’t taken him all the way in already. A constant stream of moans leave him while you have your mouth around him.
After a quick decision to have a little fun, your head begins to bob up and down, tongue gliding wet along the side of his shaft. The hands that gripped at the back of your head pushed now, and his hips jumped to get himself further inside your warm mouth.
Again, you let him enjoy it for a while, his noises like music to your ears.
He must have been close from his first edge, and began to climb in volume, alerting you that he was getting close once more.
You indulge him, giving him sucks that had him crying out your name. He got really close this time, thighs and abdominals tensing with the oncoming orgasm.
The sensation of wet lips leave him right in that minute and he almost sobs. Your thumb and pointer go to squeeze the base of his cock, successfully cutting off his orgasm right before it came.
He falls back against his chair, eyes closed shut tight while he catches his breath and tries to go away from the edge. You rub comfortingly at the top of his thigh.
“You got really close there, huh?” He gulps in another big breath and nods in response.
A praise leaves you before you even though about it. “You held on so well. Good boy.”
His cock twitches at that and you grin, giving his thigh a pat.
Really, he is such a good boy. All for you, too - you love it.
When his heavy breathing finally devolves into lighter pants is when you choose to continue pleasuring him. With your hand in a circle shape, you hover right above his length.
“Ready?” You didn’t wait for a response, basking in the sound that rips from his throat when your fist slides down onto him.
This must feel much better than when he first jacked his cock, because the slide is smoother and allows you to create a fast rhythm that has his head falling backwards.
“‘S good, ‘s so good.” He moans so prettily with your hand around him, crying out pleas for more whilst his hands find purchase on the arms of the chair.
“Yeah?” You ask, closing your hold on him a little tighter. “It’s good? I bet you’re already close, huh?”
You didn’t need to ask that, already knew he could probably come any minute - but the way he reacts to your words, the way he answers your questions makes you speak often.
“Mnh-“ Any response he had dies quickly. Glancing up to him, you see his mouth open, moans and words getting caught in his heavy breaths and pants.
“Oh, look at you,” you coo, quickening your pace until his hips were fucking up into your fist and he was tensing with another oncoming orgasm.
Such a good boy, you think while your hand slips up the shaft of his wet cock.
“I can come this time? Please?”
He’s so sweet that you feel a bit bad making him hold back longer. Your hand slows and desperately he shakes his head at you.
“Not yet, kitty.” When he attempts to make your hand speed back up by covering it with his and pulling it up, you let go of him completely.
“So greedy today,” you tut, finger going to tap teasingly at his tip. “We haven’t even gotten to the main event.”
His head perks up a little at that.
Normally, you would straddle and ride him until the two of you were coming, but today you wanted to do things a little different.
Luckily you had brought a blanket along with you the last time you visited him. It had been night, a little chilly and so you had taken a soft fleece-y material blanket in your bag so you could relax on the balcony with Xiao without being cold.
It was folded atop the little table near where you sat, so you snatched it up and laid it out on the wooden balcony floor. It wouldn’t be the most comfortable but it would suffice - you’re sure your level of comfort won’t matter once the two of you finally start what you had planned.
You shed your clothes, fighting a smile when you catch him staring from the corner of your eye. Your head tilts slightly when you turn to face him. “Are you going to join me?”
His eyes were wide and he looked a little distant, but he followed suit, fumbling out of his clothes and joining you onto the blanket you had laid out.
“Kiss me,” you advise, pulling his head away from its spot against your neck, where he’d been sucking and biting at.
“I don’t want to kiss.”
The way his eyes follow your lips tell a different story than his words. He always does that - claims that he doesn’t want to kiss you, as if he’s playing hard to get. As if he doesn’t melt against you right when you place your lips on his.
Unconsciously, his lips chased yours after you pulled away. You laughed into another kiss, murmuring “you’re so needy,” against him.
He whines, not even denying what you told him.
“Kitty,” you call him to attention. “You’re going to do something for me, okay?”
He nods, enthusiastic to do whatever you needed. When you lean down onto your back and spread your legs, though, his brain malfunctions.
“You want to fuck me?”
Xiao hasn’t ever fucked you before. You were always atop him, grinding and riding his cock while he sat brainless and on the edge beneath you. It was somewhat of a reward to him for being such a good boy all the time - you were curious to see how he’d react.
A small shuffle forward, unsure of the new position that put him in some position of control. You widened the space between your legs more to accommodate him, having him slide forward all the way until his cock was resting on top of your cunt.
“Go ahead,” you encourage lightly.
You hear him take a small, steadying breath, before you feel the press of his head against your hole. You’re wet and ready for him so he slips in without a hitch.
As soon as he’s inside, he can’t seem to stop the noises he makes. “Wet, n’ tight, it’s so good- I-“
His hips slid back and bumped forward and he let out a long moan.
“I won’t last. I’ll come, I’ll come.”
A small coo, reaching out to wrap your hand lightly around his neck. “Not yet, kitty. Can you fuck me?”
You don’t need to ask him twice. The feel of your hot cunt around his cock is always so much for him, so once he starts thrusting you know he won’t last long.
“You know,” you murmur into his ear, “i was thinking. You should come inside me.”
Even though he always come inside, the thought still has him whimpering out a plea.
“You can breed me,” you add, “and make me all yours.”
That was new. He must like the idea of that, because he pistons in harder, faster, in a way that has your head falling back in pleasure.
“All mine,” he repeats, “all mine.”
“Mhm, all yours.” You regain your composure as best you can so you can continue speaking. “Wouldn’t that be nice? Breed and fill me up so much it’s leaking out. Do you want that?”
You wish there was a way you could record his reaction. He had paused half-thrust, whole body shuddering at the thought of doing what you suggested. It was so sweet, the minute he had to take so he didn’t come right on the spot.
Already, he was close, voice high and loud while he keeps fucking you. You assume he isn’t used to the work it takes to fuck into you repeatedly like this, but he’s doing so well that you give him some sweet praises that mix with your breathy moans.
He’s such a good boy.
“Can I come, c’n I come, please- oh fuck.”
“Aw, you want to fill me up?” He whines high at that, collapsing into you while his hips work hard against yours.
You don’t give him permission, letting him get desperate while you get closer to the edge yourself. For not being experienced in doing the fucking, he was hitting so good inside you, so good that you were clamping down onto his cock.
He was so loud you were surprised no one came up here worried and wondering what was going on - truthfully this has been going on long enough for them to have figured it out.
More please spew from him, and, a little out of it, you nod.
With a few harsh final pushes inside, he releases, and the feeling of his load inside you has you tipping over as well. The rhythmic pulses of your cunt around him, milking him of every last drop makes his hips kick and a pathetic little overstimulated sob leave him.
“Mine,” he says breathlessly to nobody in particular - just voicing it.
What a good boy.
collar
nsfw!!! xiao x f!reader
sub top xiao, very mild petplay, pet names, semi public sex
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You know Xiao loves you. He’s a sweetheart despite being a bit aloof or closed off to others and you know he would do anything for you - almost.
When you came to him with a peppy bounce in your step, big grin and hands holding something resembling a animal collar, though, he closes you down immediately.
“Absolutely not.”
“You don’t even know what I was going to do,” you faux pout. “Maybe I was showing you the new accessory I got for my cat.”
Xiao deadpans at you. “You don’t own a cat.”
“Sure I do.”
Your grin grows big again and you show him the collar more closely. An encrusted golden plate that sits at the front of the dark piece of leather reads “xiao” in all capital letters.
He blinks at it, once, and then twice before looking back up at you. “....I’m not wearing that.”
You open the latch that holds each side together and reach out to put it on him anyway. “I got it specially made for you, so you have to wear it.”
Leaning away while pushing your hands down, he murmurs “that’s humiliating. I don’t want to wear it.”
The way his eyes follow the item tells a different story, with a light flush running across his cheeks confirming your suspicions. From past experience you’ve found that he likes the feeling of something - usually your hand - around his neck and thought this would be perfect to have while your hands are busy touching him elsewhere.
“You’ll look so pretty though,” you tell him, keeping the collar in hand while you reach to slide your spare onto the smooth skin of his throat. “Don’t you want to be a good kitty for me?”
He freezes momentarily at that, eyes staring unblinking at you before a shudder rolls down his body. For other people, he may be like a stone statue, emotions never showing through. But for you, he was easy to read like a book.
“Ah, was that a yes?” He doesn’t answer you but his head falls back, neck on display for you. An act of submission.
You squeeze once with the hand that sat on his neck, making his eyes flutter shut momentarily. In that time his eyes were closed, you swapped out your hand with the collar, clicking the clasps closed so it stayed in place.
The collar suits him, you think, a dark leather band that fits snuggly around his neck. Connected to the golden plaque with his name engraved was a similarly golden bell that hung just an inch down.
You poke the bell with your finger and it swishes, jingling. Xiao glares - unthreatening - at you when he hears the sound.
“I wish you could see yourself,” you murmur to him, ghosting your fingers over the metallic name plate.
He’s so quiet like this, already breathless even though you hadn’t really touched him yet. “Do you like it?”
You pull him along to sit at a chair near a round decorative table, sliding onto his lap once he is seated before responding with an affirmative hum. “You look like you need to be taken care of.”
If you grind down you can feel him under you, already hard from getting collared. He’s so easy to rile up, your subtle hip roll making his own stutter back up into yours.
With the constant cool pressure of the leather around his neck you doubt he’ll last long. He already looks gone, his pupils blown out so only a small ring of his iris is visible and his chest rising and falling in little hot pants.
You pull his shirt, all the way up so his chest is exposed. He lets you do it, falling back against the seat when you brush your thumbs on either of his nipples.
They’re so sensitive, too. If you didn’t already have a plan for him you’d probably try to make him come just by playing with them alone.
Once their hard against your fingertips you move on, shuffling back to sit more on the ends of his thighs, where they meet his knees. With space made you’re able to slip your hand below his baggy pants and pull his hardened cock out.
Making your hand into loose circle shape, you let it slide down the length, friction of skin against skin making him twitch in your grasp.
It’s a little dry, so you hold your hand up to his mouth. “Can you spit for me, kitten?”
His mouth is already opened a bit and you’re surprised he isn’t drooling. He lets out a little noise but listens to you, spitting in your hand so you can use it as lubricant.
The slide is wet now, making it easy to do a continuous up, down, up, down movement. It must feel a lot more, because he gets a little louder, a little more into it. He’d be fucking up into your fist if you weren’t sitting on him and you momentarily wish you had sat beside him so you could see him do that.
Despite how good your slicked hand feels around him, he seems nervous about someone catching to two of you in the act, now gripping onto your wrist that moved up down the length of his cock.
It’s night time so you personally aren’t worried about it, as the inn is much less busy - pretty much dead - at night. The only time anyone is up here is to get a glimpse of the view, but even then they chose to go lower down because they know Xiao likes to stay up here, preferably alone.
He’s a little out of it though so it makes it easy to continue without him protesting much, the slick grip around him making it hard for him to say no to you.
When your wet palm circles the head, he releases a shaky sigh and the hand that was tightly wound around your wrist loosens.
He seems to forget about the possibility of onlookers after that, especially when you finally sink down on top of him.
Tight wet hear engulfs his cock, squeezing around it and he has to hold back from coming right then and there. “Oh, god, wait wait wait-“ he struggles, grappling onto your hips to try to stop you.
“You better not, Xiao.” You reply lowly, slipping the rest of the way down so you were seated right in his lap, whole length inside you.
He lets out a sob, cock kicking against your constricting walls. It’s so good, so tight and he wants to come so bad, hanging right over the edge.
“Please, please please please,” you don’t know if he’s begging you to let him come or begging himself to hold it. Either way, you don’t respond, giving him a moment to struggle against the onslaught of pleasure on his own.
You wait for the feeling of being filled but it never comes. With a gleeful pinch to his nipple you start moving, a slow gyration of your hips that makes Xiao’s thoughts turn syrupy.
The both of you stay like that for a while, with you leading a smooth roll of your hips while Xiao stifles sobs of pleasure into little desperate whimpers.
“Will kitty hold back for me?” You request once you feel as though you’ve given him some time to adjust to the feel of your cunt around him and he nods tearfully.
He’s so good, you think as you raise yourself a little, so the head of his cock is just pushing inside your entrance. “Go ahead then,” and you don’t have to tell him twice for his hips to start thrusting up into you, chasing the soaking heat.
Your thighs burn a little from holding yourself up at an angle but it’s worth it to see him so needy. The bell on his collar jingles with the effort to fuck upwards and it seems to spur him to keep going. You realize quite quickly that he won’t last much longer.
You let him do his thing, but lean in, resting your hands on his shoulders for balance while you lean in towards his ear. “You know, you’re so good for me like this, kitty.”
The rhythm he has stutters and he moans an “oh fuck, oh fuck” while trying to regain it. You latch your lips on a spot right above the edge of the collar, sucking a mark - a claim - into his skin.
It must be too much for him, the poor thing moaning loud and bucking his hips harder into yours.
“Next time,” you murmur against his neck, “I should get you a leash. Then you’ll really be like my little pet.”
He comes and god it’s a sight to behold. His eyes squeeze shut and his mouth parts and his back arches, so hard it looks a little painful. You seat yourself down so his come fills inside of you instead of spilling out onto himself.
Hair falls in his face when he slumps forward as he’s coming down and you push it back, petting him in a comforting manner.
“Good kitty.” His hips jump and he whines, overstimulated by your words and your cunt still wrapped around him.
You go to unclip the material around his neck but he immediately stops you, mumbling that he wants to keep it on for now.
The next time you see him he’s wearing the collar, along with the time after that. He doesn’t seem to want to take it off and you’re not sure if it’s because he likes the pressure around his throat or if he likes feeling owned but either way it makes you hot inside and almost always results in his moans and the jingle of a bell filling the quiet night.
How?? Do you draw kisses?? So well??
co-ed
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two: common room
three: night one
four: binding rope
five: is that a simp?
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eight: study date
nine: one hundred
ten: socially inept
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Train Cars and Sun Spots - Kaminari Denki
—/—
You think he’s beautiful.
A disarming, reckless sort of beautiful as he barrels into the train, jumping headfirst through the doors just seconds from closing. He erupts into a flurry of fidgeting as he skids to a stop, one hand patting down his wild blonde hair and the other dusting off his sweats. It’s like he can’t sit still. Like he’s got an itch in his skin that’s shifting his weight around, balancing on one foot and then the other- rinse and repeat as he grabs onto the handrail above his head for stability.
Another second passes and then he’s pulling a plastic water bottle from his bag, twisting it open and crinkling the plastic. It seems to you that that he’s trying to make as much noise possible, but then you notice his headphones. They’re black and yellow, undeniably playing at full blast in his ears. You then decide it’s much more likely that he just can’t hear himself- that he somehow doesn’t realize how much of a scene he’s making in the otherwise quiet train car.
You find it a little refreshing, him seemingly appearing out of nowhere. You’d been riding this train for weeks now, to and from school, and you’d seen the same people day after day. The same old businessmen and their same old brief-cases and their same old silence. Not him though- never him and his noise. You were sure you’d remember hearing someone as loud as him.
Still, you try not to stare.
Although, you suppose, it wouldn’t really matter. He probably wouldn’t be able to pick you out of all the other people staring. It’s like he’s got the entire train car arrested and staggered; all eyes stuck on the strange boy who was moving far too much for a 7:00AM commute.
Shifting in your seat, you balanced your book higher in your hands. You hoped that by just barely skimming your eyes over the top, hiding inconspicuously behind the pages, you could look and not be noticed.
You were wrong.
When you glance over at him, he’s already looking at you. He’s got eyes like molten gold, and when he smiles they crinkle closed into happy little slits. That smile is easy and unrelenting when he pushes away from the handrail, hands shoved into his pockets as he nears.
“Hey there!”
His words are friendly, but god, if his voice isn’t loud. You wince, beginning to think that you’d severely underestimated the volume of his music. You’re sure now that it absolutely must be bursting his eardrums.
“Oh-“ He looks sheepish. Then he’s yanking the headphones from his ears, and dropping into the seat next to you. “Too loud, right? Sorry! Didn’t realize.”
You’re stunned.
At first, it seemed unbelievable that this conversation could’ve arised from just a single glance; but then you look a little closer, at his shifting eyebrows and his grin that’s colored shades of flirtatious and it’s a little more believeable. You realize quickly that’s all it ever would’ve taken with him- A single look.
“I’m Kaminari.” He announces confidently, your silence not deterring him in the slightest. “Kaminari Denki.”
“Oh. Okay. Um, hi?”
“Hi!” He greets again, and then he’s pulling that same water bottle from his back. It’s crinkling and half-empty and he’s extending it to you. “Want some?”
It’s in the way his eyebrows wiggle, the mischeivous glint in his eyes- you can see his intentions plastered across his face. The water bottle’s just a front for an indirect kiss. Quite literally the oldest trick in the book.
You want to roll your eyes, but then you look at him again. At his bright eyes and long lashes and shaggy hair falling softly over his forehead. He’s the sort of pretty that gives a lot of second chances- you were no exception to that rule.
“No thanks.” You laugh, easily dazzled by his sunshine smile. You raise a palm to push the bottle away. “Keep it to yourself, yeah?”
“Aww, but you’re too cute not to share with!”
The line rolls off his tongue smooth and easy, and you’re sure now- Kaminari’s a flirt. A shameless, brazen one dripping honey between his words as he fluffs his hair. It’s all a little too natural, a little too practiced. It takes only seconds, and you know definitively that you’re far from the first girl he’s offered his water to.
He’s still cute though, if only in a fleeting way, so you decide to humor him. It’s not like you’ve got anything more pressing to attend to.
“Mhm. And just how often do you use that line, huh?” You ask, rolling your eyes playfully.
“I-“ He starts, but then he’s slouching into the seat laughing. “Yeah, maybe not my best work. Meant it though.”
“I’m sure you did.”
“No, really! I did!”
You look at him again.
Kaminari’s straightened himself, eyes earnest and smile kind as he gazes back. He’s fiddling with the strings on his sweatshirt, idly twirling them between his fingers. It’s a human gesture. Unrehearsed and unpracticed and seemingly only for your eyes. You begin to wonder if that’s his real tactic- coming on strong just to melt into warm, sun-soaked softness.
“Alright. I believe you. Maybe.” You say. “But you’re on thin ice, Kaminari.”
“I’ll take it!” He fist-bumps the air. “See normally, I’d be totally crashing and burning by now!”
“So you are admitting I’m not the first girl you’ve tried that on?”
“What I- Okay. Yes? Maybe?” He laughs nervously, hand once again twirling his sweatshirt strings. “In my defense, I’m not the smartest guy, alright?”
“Nor the quietest either.”
“What?”
He’s got his head turned, cocked to the side as he blinks slowly at you. You think he looks like a confused puppy.
“You practically screamed at me when you said hi.” You tell him easily, letting an amused smile crawl across your lips. “Kinda thought I was being yelled at for a second.”
“Oh. Yeah, sorry! Really! I didn’t mean to do that.”
“It’s okay. Can I give you just a little advice, though?”
“Sure?”
“Don’t scream at the next girl and then immeadiately offer her something to drink. That’s generally pretty suspicious.”
You watch the light leave Kaminari’s eyes and then he folds in his seat. He snaps at the waist, dropping his face into his palms and letting out a theatric groan.
“God, I messed this up.” He whines, peeking at you through his fingers. “Messed up real bad, didn’t I?”
“A little,” You laugh. “But it’s alright.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. You’re good.”
He smiles then, so relieved and happy and just downright giddy that it nearly blinds you. It’s the kind of smile that makes you think he swallowed the sun; like rays of light were bursting through the tiny gaps in his teeth.
“So, what’s your name then?” He asks.
“L/n Y/n.”
“Y/n. Hmm, I like it.” He sighs happily. “Pretty.”
“That’s my first name.”
“I know.” He grins, all pearly whites and crows feet. You think he’s got a dangerous smile- one that lets him get away with anything. “Figured we’re close enough for that, right?”
“I’ve known you for two minutes.”
“Hey, 2 minutes, 2 hours, 2 years- who’s counting?”
“Me.”
“Okay, well good then.” He snickers. “Because I’m like, really bad at math- Wait. Shit. Should I have told you that?”
“Probably not.”
“Man, I am bad at this.” He whines. His knees knock into yours when he throws himself back into his seat. “It’s not my fault, alright? Usually I never get this this far with girls like you.”
“Girls like me?”
“Mhm. Cute ones.”
“Oh my god.” You roll your eyes, only so forgiving. “Really laying it on thick, huh?”
“For sure. My stop’s next so I gotta make sure you actually like me at some point in the next few minutes.”
Something evil slithers into your mind, and you’re smirking when you turn toward him. There’s just an inkling, a tiny little theory in your head, and you want to test it.
“Who said I didn’t already like you?”
Kaminari jumps, his cheeks reddening by the second. There’s nothing cool or composed about him and your theory is confirmed.
Kaminari is a dork. A massive, massive, dork desperately pretending to be a cool guy.
“I- what? You like me?” He asks excitedly, voice rising higher. “Seriously? Like, actually?”
“Sure.” You giggle. “You seem pretty harmless, all things considered.”
“That’s- is that a compliment?” He asks playfully, squinting his eyes at you. “Because harmless wasn’t exactly what I was going for.”
“Oh, so you were trying to creep me out?”
“No!” He shakes his head, cheeks slightly flushing as he laughs.
You giggle too, unable to help yourself. Kaminari really is cute, a lot more so when he’s not recycling tired lines.
“You’re mean.” He smiles something small and pleased. “I like it.”
Suddenly the train car jolts, brakes squeaking and squealing as it skids to a stop. You rock forward with the force, and Kaminari knocks his shoulders into yours. When you look at his face, he’s got that mischevious glint back in his eyes, as he bites down on his lip. A second passes and then he touches his shoulders into yours again.
“Really sorry.” He smirks. “Bumpy ride, you know?”
You roll your eyes again, but you are actually feeling a bit charmed. He’s got a sneaky way of buttering people up, you realize- of somehow weaponizing his own embarrassment.
“But I actually do have to go.” He stands, and then he’s pressing his hands together and winking. “I’ll see you here same time tomorrow, right?”
“I don’t know, are you gonna yell at me again?”
“Absolutely! Gottta yell at all the pretty girls, you know?”
“Stop.” You laugh, blushing. You nod towards the doors. “I’ll be here, but go. Door’s gonna close, you dork.”
Kaminari nods and then he’s shoving his headphones back in, still crinkling that water between his fingers. There’s nothing quiet about him as he leaves and you come to think that maybe that’s how he really gets you- it’s not with lines or indirect kisses or grace, it’s with air that seems uncomfortably vacant when he leaves. It’s with the vaccuum he leaves behind.
You watch the doors close after him, but he’s stops on the platform, shooting you a thumbs up through the window. There’s a goofy grin plastered across his face, wide and sunny and brillant. It’s the kind of smile that leaves you wondering if Kaminari knows just how brightly he shines.
When the train kicks into motion again, you’re smiling too, rubbing your eyes as you blink away the sun spots he left behind.
//—//
jus a lil somethin for denki,, as a ~treat~,,, may or may not turn this into a tiny lil series we’ll see :))))
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