Ladybug eyes the motorcycle purring quietly away beneath Chat’s hands with doubt.
“When you said I was going to be entertained, this isn’t what I imagined,” she says, hands on her hips. Her eyes follow the blades of silver light running along the polished, black metal of the motorcycle’s solid frame, up to the point where Chat’s leather-clad leg bisects the view as he braces his feet against the ground. Her gaze travels up, instead, to the sleek leather of his tight pants, to the tailored, fitted cut of his bulletproof jacket.
The thing about leather is that it leaves little to the imagination- little, but just enough…
“Want to ride me?” Chat offers.
Ladybug can see the way her jaw drops open at the suggestion, reflected in the mirror-clean visor of Chat’s helmet. The visor slides up with a sharp click in the next second, revealing his green eyes, acid-bright in the night and comically wide in panic.
“Ride with me, with me,” he squeaks, voice cracking in his haste to correct himself. He coughs, and hurriedly adds, “It’s super safe, I promise.”
Except that Chat’s definition of safe is often way off base from her own. Ladybug still vividly remembers the one time he leaped off a building and landed on his moving motorcycle with a wild, exhilarated whoop that did not match the rush of sheer terror that jammed her heart up her throat at the time. She’s pretty sure he knocked off at least five years off her lifespan in that single moment.
Still, when his hand unfolds out toward her, she takes it without a second thought.
“Like flying, you said?”
“Hey, you’ve got your magical supersuit,” he laughs. “These are my wings.”
Ladybug can feel the moment she gives in as his eyes sparkle at her. She swings a leg over the motorcycle and settles in snugly behind Chat, wriggling until her front is pressed to his back. Her hands take their time ghosting up his hips and around his lean waist; even through the leather, she can feel his pulse quicken, can see when his breath hitches in his throat even as he slides his visor back down.
“Alright handsome boy,” she purrs into his ear, underscoring the heavy beat of his thundering heart. “Show me what you’ve got.”
The motorcycle stirs beneath them before awakening with a roar. Chat kicks off, and then only the wind catches Ladybug’s delighted shrieks as they race down the empty city streets.
Riding his motorcycle always fills Chat’s veins with adrenaline, but Ladybug’s exhilarated laughter and warm, possessive hold around him makes him feel positively electric. The city passes by them in flashes as they travel along the lightning of the moment.
“Enjoying yourself?” Chat yells back at her.
Her grip around him tightens, and the way her hands splay over his chest is not entirely necessary for her safety, but is utterly capable of producing a flush that shudders over his whole body.
“Definitely!” she yells against the wind, the teasing grin audible in her voice. “But if you wanted flying, then I can do one better.”
- - -
“This is falling,” Adrien argues. His helmet and motorcycle rest in a tucked away alleyway, safe from any curious passerby and woefully far from the high rooftop he and Ladybug stand on.
“You coming, chaton?” Her yoyo swings in lazy circles as she beckons him over to her with her free hand. He comes, irresistibly drawn to her like a magnet.
“My turn to show you how it’s done,” Ladybug laughs. Her yoyo snaps back to her hip before she turns around and offers her back, gesturing clearly for him to hop on.
He slowly steps right up behind her, savouring the way her muscles tense at his proximity. His breath ghosts along her neck, raising goosebumps, before he murmurs, “Ready?”
Before she can answer, he jumps up and wraps himself around her back, hooking his legs over her hips and slinging his arms over her shoulders. He laughs, a shit-eating grin on his face, as Ladybug curses and stumbles at the sudden weight. She quickly finds her balance again and straightens up, turning her head to the side so he can see the unimpressed look on her face. Mischief glitters bright in her the sky of her eyes though, betraying her amusement.
“Dirty trick,” Ladybug comments.
“Nothing dirty about it,” Adrien assures her with a wink. He chuckles against her neck as she turns to face the front again with a huff, a blush rising from the high collar of her suit. His hold around her tightens as she braces a hand under one of his legs and unhooks her yoyo from her hip with the other.
“Don’t scream,” she reminds him.
“Not a problem.” Then, as her yoyo begins spinning before them, he asks, “Do I even weigh anything to you?”
“Nah, it’s like holding a couple of grapes,” Ladybug laughs. Despite the levity of her answer, heat pools at the bottom of Adrien’s stomach as he marvels at her strength, at the way she effortlessly, easily holds him up. Before he can worry about the unexpected turn of his thoughts, her yoyo whips out, hooks onto a nearby rooftop, and launches them into the air, saving him from himself.
He’s watched her fly over the cityscape dozens, hundreds of times, through camera feeds he’s hacked into from his computer, and through the dark visor of his helmet when he rides out into the streets to help her. Ladybug is nothing but purposeful and sure in her every move, her every step. He’s seen it, over, and over, and over again.
But feeling it is something else entirely. Even with his added weight, she lands and leaps with total control, with an ease and confidence to be envied. They soar up into the clear night air, high enough until they seem like the only two people in the world with all the city laid before them.
The wind flying by on the long drop down claims Adrien’s wild, ecstatic whoop. When his eyes begin to water from the speed, he buries his head into the crook of Ladybug’s neck, laughter still spilling over in his giddiness.
“I still don’t know if I’d call this flying,” he says, his lips tracing her skin. He can feel her swallow as his words press on her neck, can feel the way she falters ever so slightly as she swings them both down to land on the solid ground of a rooftop. Emboldened, he gives a little nip, smiling at her quiet gasp, before humming, “It’s falling.”
Ladybug stills, her muscles tense, her breaths coming in quick and hot. That can be blamed on adrenaline and exertion- but not entirely.
Adrien murmurs, “I’m still falling.”
His steel-toed boots hit the ground and Ladybug turns on him like fire unleashed, grabbing his collar and pulling him down into a deep kiss that has him not flying, not falling, but floating and seeing stars. He wastes no time in winding his hands around her slim waist, his fingers tracing the curved red pattern of her suit.
“That was so cheesy,” Ladybug groans breathlessly as they break apart.
“It worked,” he grins as she pulls the zipper of his jacket down.
“If you’re free enough to talk, you’re free enough to make good on your promise to me earlier,” she reminds him, her hands diving beneath his jacket to trace hard muscle beneath the thin black turtleneck. Her fingers rake over his stomach and she grins as she feels him gasp at her touch.
Instead of coming onto her strong like she expects, Adrien lifts her chin up with a hand and captures her lips in a soft, slow kiss. The unexpected tenderness completely wipes her mind blank as she sinks into him, heat simmering low in her belly. His hand tangles into her hair and just as she begins to relax, he gives a sharp, authoritative tug, pulling a moan from her throat as her head rears back.
Ladybug’s hands bunch the bottom of his turtleneck up in frustration, but she gives as good as she gets as she hooks her fingers into his belt loops and pulls his hips flush against hers, startling a groan from Adrien.
Undeterred, his head dips down, lavishing attention onto whatever bare skin he can reach. He leaves a necklace of kisses and hickeys around her throat for her to wear. His grip on her hair tightens when she tries to lean forwards to kiss him again, leaving him free to take his time planting kisses along her cheeks, her forehead, the corners of her mouth, everywhere but where she wants it most.
He gets closer and closer then always denies her, until a frustrated whine finally escapes her.
With Ladybug’s short hair and long ribbons hopelessly tousled from his hands, her cheeks flushed a bright red, and her eyes burning fever bright in excitement and want, Adrien grins as he leans forward to purr into her ear.
I did this sketch to fulfil two porpouses: I wanted to test my new watercolour sketchbook and to make a video showing a full making process. You asked for a video like this but my pictures usually take much too long to do one so I decided to paint something especially with this in mind. Even with this small sketch the video is 1,5h long and it took about 24 hours to render and upload! How do you like a video like this from time to time? Please tell me in the comments!
This is a small tobacco shop I saw on one of our walks recently. I usually take pictures of such places for later use as a reference in my illustrations.
Medium: HOLBEIN Waterford natural 300g/m cotton paper
Wow, I put this off WAY too long (similarly to the completion of this piece itself). This is a commission I did for @its-york-catch! It took much longer than I wished it too (all me and my procrastinating ass’s fault) but it was super worth it in the end! I learned a lot from this. Hope you like it!
Beta’d: No and I’m terribly sorry for that, but it took me so long to write this fic (I had way to many ideas and like three different stories I had to put into one) and I just finally wanted to upload it for you. I hope that there aren’t too many (or at least not really bad) mistakes.
A/N: I hope you enjoy! I never actually suffered from insomnia, so I don’t not if the methods I mention here would work for someone who does suffer from it, but it works for me when I’m not tired enough to go to bed.
Annoyed you huffed out as you turned onto your back again and stared at the ceiling. You’ve been laying there for a long time, trying to fall asleep but weren’t able to do so. You weren’t even able to close your eyes. You thought that they would’ve grown accustomed to the darkness by now, but you still couldn’t see your hands in front of your eyes. Even if they were, the table and the vase you thought you saw weren’t actually there. They couldn’t be.
The table and the vase belonged to the interior decor of your quarters on the Enterprise, but you were at home right now, on Earth, which was probably the reason for your insomnia. You missed the constant humming of the machinery on the Enterprise, the hushed voices that sometimes passed your quarters and you missed being able to open up your eyes and look out of the windows to see the stars so close and beautiful.
Something you didn’t miss, because you weren’t lacking it at that moment, was his warmth. On the Enterprise he had to sleep near the med bay in case of an emergency and you, as a bridge crew member, were stationed a few floors above him, so you rarely got to sleep together. Right then though, you were almost ready to kill him. You weren’t really sure as to why you never noticed it, but boy, that man snored! Pinching his nose or shaking him a little only caused him to scrunch up his face or move a little bit, but he stayed asleep and snored on.
— i liked writing this way too much. i hope you like it as well :) this took way too long to upload, blame tumblr. —
You flung your finger back, sucking on it as to relieve the pain the burn brought you. You laid yourself on the floor, curling up to yourself. “I told you not to touch the stove, Y/N!” Jin scolds you.
“I’m sorry! I wanted to look at the cake and my finger accidentally touched it.” You pout, holding your pointer finger close. Looking up at him, you give Jin a look that showed both pain and cuteness. He couldn’t be mad at you, not when you were giving him that look. That look you gave him when you wanted him to feel bad or when you were craving some kind of food.
“Be careful next time, princess.” Jin extends his hand towards you and you gladly take it. He lifts you up onto your feet again but keeps your hand in his. You still had your finger in your mouth, but you were being less dramatic then before. “How long does it take for a cake to bake, again?”
“A long time..” Jin says. You groan at his response, sitting down on a chair. You really wanted to eat that cake, but you had to wait. The problem, though, was that you weren’t a patient person. You leant over, elbows digging into your knees as your palms were holding your face. Jin smiles at your state, grabbing a nearby chair and sitting next to you.
“Hey hyung, is that cake you two were making ready?” Taehyung entered the room, his hair a mess but still gracefully draping his forehead. Jin looked over at you. You could see how badly he wanted to laugh.
“Tae, we just put it in the oven.” you answer him, giggling at his expression after you did.
“Are you serious? You guys said you were making it hours ago!” Taehyung complains.
“Yeah, we know. It takes time to make art, Tae.” He gives you two a pout before turning, dragging himself back to his room. After he’s gone you turn to your boyfriend.
Jin raises an eyebrow. “And?”
“I don’t know, suggest something that will make me not bored.” Jin laughs at your choice of words and begins to think.
“How about..a tickle war!” Before you could deny his suggestion, his long fingers attacked your sides making you burst out laughing.
“Stop it! It tickles!” you plead. Your hands try to push his away, but you were too weak to do so. A laugh escaped you, but a few seconds later you let out a cry of pain. You seemed to switch from one emotion to the other. That was just the weird mystery behind tickles.
“Tickle fight!” Jimin suddenly appeared, coming out out of nowhere. His fingers jabbed onto Jin’s sides, making him stop tickling you. You watch as Jin suffers the same pain you did seconds ago, Jimin laughing dramatically. You laugh along with him, both of you ignoring Jin’s pleads that mixed with his windshield laugh.
“This is for the cake.” you hear someone whisper behind you. All of a sudden the feeling of someone’s fingers pricking into your sides came back. Your brows furrow in pain, a laugh coming out from the tickling. You knew it was Taehyung, because he mentioned the cake and his voice was deep.
“Come on, Y/N!” Someone grabbed your hand and began dragging you elsewhere. It all happened too fast that you couldn’t think correctly. Seconds after, you were pushed inside a closet and the person shut the door behind them. The room was dark.
“No, Jimin.” You nod and look at Jimin through the dark, though you could barely see anything. Behind the door you could hear Jin screaming and laughing, Taehyung yelling something about how he’d get you next. Putting 2 and 2 together, you assumed that Taehyung was tickling Jin to death because of the cake; which is why you were supposedly “next.”
Your sides ached, the feeling of fingers on them still lingering. Yes, you sounded dramatic, but tickles were so painful and whoever decided it was an acceptable thing to do was an enemy in your eyes. Stretching your arms forward, you bring your knees up to your chin, fingers brushing against what you assumed was Jimin. “Did you just touch me?”
“Yeah, sorry.” You stayed quiet and thought to yourself. Hiding from someone in the closet was something you knew you’d do once in your life, but never did you think you’d do it because of a tickle war. All of a sudden you feel something cold on your hands, where they rested against your legs. You yell, eyes wide.
“That was my foot.” Jimin says, laughing at your reaction. Even though he couldn’t see you, you send him a glare. You get back into the position you were in, already forgetting about what had just happened. Then you felt it again, this time on your face.
Your face showed disgust as you slapped Jimin’s foot. “Gross! Quit touching me. Your feet are cold.” He laughs again at your response, telling you that it was one of his feet not both of them. You weren’t able to tell him that you didn’t care because the door had opened. Stood mighty above the both of you was Taehyung, and he didn’t look happy. Why was he so mad about the cake? You weren’t patient either but you weren’t going around hunting for people to tickle.
“Want to know what else is cold, Y/N? You lying to me about the cake.” You laugh at Taehyung’s words but try to protect yourself. You didn’t want to be tickled again. Everyone in the dorms heard your scream, it was unnecessary loud. As Taehyung tickled you you begged for him to stop, apologizing about the cake and other things you could’ve done to make him mad.
“My work here..is done.” He walked away and you wiped the tears of laughter that were in your eyes. Jin appeared and saw your state, laughing at you. Jimin laughed with him. As they made fun of your pain you gave them both a black look.
“I’m sorry babe. Let’s watch a movie and eat popcorn to make you feel better, okay?” You nod and get up, following Jin to the living room. Jimin joins you two, intruding on you and Jin’s couple time. When you were cuddled against your boyfriend’s chest, he’d wrap his arms around you both and comment about how nice it was. Instead of minding it you found it hilarious and let him do whatever he felt like doing.
After a movie or two, Jin got up from his seat and rushed into the kitchen. Time flew by fast because he announced that the cake was ready. You got up quickly and ran over to him, a plate already in your hand. Taehyung must’ve heard too because he was beside you, a plate and fork in his hold. “It’s not even out of the oven yet, you dumbies.” Jin says. He goes over to the counter and grabs his oven mitts.
“Oh my god, hurry up Jinnie! I want cake!” you whine. He opens the oven’s door and begins to carefully take out the cake. You pout, it felt like he was taking over. You just wanted some good cake. Taehyung seemed to feel the same because he was complaining about how Jin needed to hurry his old ass up.
He began to walk over with the cake, your mouth watering from just the smell itself. The universe seemed to be against you because Jin tripped on something. Your eyes widen and a scream of despair escapes your lips. Everything seemed to be in slow motion, watching as Jin fell to the floor. Not only him, but the cake as well. “And that’s how you ruin a life. Congratulations.” Tae says.
“Oh my god!” Instead of asking if Jin was okay, you knelt down to the cake and held the now fallen apart baked good in your hands. There was no point of eating it. It was dirty, probably had germs crawling all over it, and the whole thing was just little pieces scattered across the floor. Jimin laughs at the scene, clapping his hands loudly.
“You’re more worried about the cake than your own boyfriend! Wow, Y/N. And I didn’t think you could be any more amusing.” Jin helps himself up and watched as you painfully hold the cake to your chest. It was quite the sight.
“Forget this. I’m going to the bakery and buying myself a cake.” You start to put on your shoes, walking over to the door.
“I’m coming with. I’m still very much traumatized by what just happened.” Taehyung says, following behind. With that, you two head outside, leaving a still amused Jimin, a blank faced Jin and a destroyed cake that still lied on the floor.
You wake up in Zig’s arms, you look at your alarm and see that your class starts in about an hour. Your turn to face Zig and wiggle your way closer to him. You start kissing his collarbone and move your way to his shoulder. Zig twitches a bit but doesn’t wake up, so you start kissing your way to the corner of his mouth. He suddenly turns his head so you actually do end up kissing his lips.
“How long were you awake already?” you ask as the kiss ends, he shrugs and starts stretching himself.
“Long enough to feel all your kisses” he then says and you chuckle, he grabs your hand and pulls it to his mouth. He plants a tender kiss on the palm of your hand and starts working his way up your arm.
“that’s kinda tickling” you then say and you can feel Zig smirking.
“No don’t you da-“ you start saying but end up laughing cause Zig starts to tickle you. You try to push him away or to tickle him back but nothing works.
“STOP!” you manage to scream out, he raises his eyebrows and is still smirking.
“Please!” you desperately say, he lifts his hands up and you sigh.
“Not funny, Ortega” you then say and playfully punch his shoulder making him chuckle.
“Sorry I just couldn’t resist. Let me make it up to you” he then says and starts kissing your stomach that had just been tickled. You smile and put a hand on his head, running your fingers through his hair.
“Did you like the party?” Zig asks whilst he lays his head on your stomach, you’re still combing his hair with your fingers.
“I loved the company” you reply and he looks up at you, you wink and he chuckles.
“So did I” he then replies as he crawls closer to you, he kisses you and as he pulls away he looks at the clock.
“Oh shit, I have to go to practice in a bit” he then says and you also look at the clock. Zig gets out of bed and starts to get dressed.
“I have a class in a bit, would you mind if I carpooled?” you ask and he grins.
“Never” he then replies and winks, you giggle and quickly get dressed.
Zig and you enter the kitchen, you start getting the cereal and the bowls, etc. Whilst your doing that Zig makes himself a coffee, you sit down at the counter and enjoy your view. Zig walks towards the counter and leans on it.
“Hello ma’am, could I get you anything?” he then asks and you smirk.
“Oh no thank you mr barista, I’m just enjoying the view” you reply and he chuckles.
“So am I” he then says and lean in towards you, your lips touch and you can’t help but smile. The kiss gets interrupted when you hear someone groaning and going down the stairs. You look behind you to see Chris walking down, he’s got a hand on his head and with the other hand he’s trying to block the sunlight.
“I’m never drinking again” he mumbles and takes a seat next to you.
“You want a coffee cap?” Zig asks and Chris nods, you place your hand on his shoulder and gently squeeze it.
“I sure hope Manny won’t be there today” you then say and Chris groans again, he let’s himself fall on the counter and you try to hold your laugh in.
“I didn’t even think of that” he then mumbles and Zig places his coffee in front of him. As Zig sits down behind the counter and starts to eat his cereal Chris shoots up.
“Zig promise me you’ll be on your best behavior” he then says and Zig almost chokes in his cereal, he coughs and looks at Chris with raised eyebrows.
“Excuse me?” he then says and Chris sighs, Zig looks at you and then back at Chris.
“You don’t have to worry about me” he then says and Chris nods, he takes a sip of his coffee and gets up to gather his stuff.
“Do you gave any plans tonight?” Zig asks you and you shake your head.
“Okay great, I’ll be picking you up at 6:30” he then says and gets up, he kisses you quickly and starts walking towards the door.
“Wait for what?” you then ask and turn to him, he grabs your jackets and shrugs.
“You’ll see. Now common you don’t want to be late” he then says and as you walk towards him he throws your jacket towards you.
Zig parks his car and turns his car off, he looks at you and smiles.
“Give it a rest, MC” he then says and you open your mouth to speak, he chuckles and puts his hand on your mouth.
“I’ll tell you this, dress fancy” and with that he gets out of the car, you furrow your brows. You also get out of the car and still look at Zig with a face full of questions. He rolls his eyes and walks towards you with a smirk. He puts his arm around your shoulder and pulls you closer to him.
“Come on I want to surprise you” he then says and kisses your temple.
“Fine” you sigh and you continue walking.
“Are you ready?” Kaitlyn asks you and you take one final look in the mirror, you turn to her and she smiles.
“You look beautiful!” she then says and you smile, you hear the bell ring and you both look at each other shocked.
“Is that him?” you then ask and she laughs, she walks towards you and grabs your hand.
“Don’t worry, it’s going to be a great night all right” she then says and you sigh, she guides you to the living room and as soon as you see Zig in a suit you stop in your tracks. He’s touching his tie up but stops as soon as he sees you. His eyes widen and he clears his throat.
“Hey there hot stuff" you says as you’re walking towards him, he chuckles.
“You look beautiful, MC” he then says as you wrap your arms around his waist to hug him.
“So where are we going?” You then say as you pull out of the hug, Zig sighs and takes your hand.
“Fine, it’s a surprise. I’ll wait” you then say and he chuckles, your fingers intertwine and he leads you to the car.
You arrive at the restaurant, it’s an Italian, Zig opens your car door for you as a true gentleman.
“Well thank you sir” you say and he chuckles.
“Anything for my lady” he replied with a wink making you smile. He locks his car and grabs your hand again.
He opens the door to the restaurant and once your inside you’re greeted.
“Good evening, on what name did you reserve?” The host asks.
“Ortega” Zig replied whilst he’s helping you to get out of your coat.
“Table for two, right?” The host asks again. Zig nods and with that you give your coats away and get guided to your table.
“You’ve got a good taste Ortega” you say as you’re looking around, Zig smiles at you and reaches for your hand.
“Of course I do, I’ve got you right?” He replies with a wink and you chuckle.
A waiter brings the menu and you pick something out, when you’re done you close it.
“So, why did we go here?” You ask Zig with a raised eyebrow.
“For your birthday” he replies not looking up from the menu.
“Zig you’ve already giving me way too much, you’re being too good to me” you reply and he smirks, you can feel that you’re starting to blush so you try to look around again.
“I felt really bad about not knowing it even was your birthday and you deserve the best” he replies, you reach out for his hand and gently squeeze it.
“Zig you being there on my birthday was already enough” you reply and smile at him, he weakly smiles back.
“How am I ever going to compete to this?” You then say and shake his hand, he smirks and you chuckle.
“Oh I’m sure you’ll find a way” he then says and rubs his thumb over yours.
“I love you, Zigmund” you then say and he smiles, he leans forward and pulls your hand towards his mouth.
“I love you too, MC” he says before planting a kiss on your hand.
Sorry this took me so long but I have had to revise for my theory driving test so this was second too that. It is also very late so I wanted to finish this and then focus on another writing for you, these uploads maybe slow depending on how much time I have apart from revising. Anyway enjoy I went a little over board.
It has been a total of two weeks since the night of the party
and the incident with Harry. A lot had
happened in these few weeks, your Mom had moved away for a few months for her
job which meant you had to look after yourself for a while. In some cases, this was just what you needed,
time too yourself. But, in others you
did not enjoy it one bit. The reason for
this was because everyone then knew your house was free which led to them
asking you when you were having a party, which you politely said was not going
to happen. You just weren’t ready for
another one after how the other ended.
You had not done a lot since the party, apart from staying in
the common room of your college and procrastinating about how you should
approach Harry without seeming needy and desperate. This would not have been a problem for you
unless he had not said the statement he did before. You did not want to approach him just for
sex, you wanted your friend back and therefore you were nervous. You sat there pen to paper trying to think of
the pros and cons of what you were going to say to Harry, but all you had was a
“This is getting me nowhere” you groaned out loud which made
a few people look up from their books and over too you. ‘Great an audience for my misery’ you thought
before packing your things away and making your way to your car. As you placed your belongings in the boot you
heard your name being shouted from behind you.
Your eyes closed and you breathed in sharply. This was not the time you wanted this to
‘Maybe if I get in the car and drove away he would think I
did not hear him.’ All these thoughts
ran through your mind before you decided it was best to just turn around and
face your fears.
“Y/N” Harry blurted out while scratching the back of his neck
and staring down at you.
“Yes Harry, are you going to actually say something instead of
just my name” you half laughed trying to lighten the tension that for the first
time was between you both.
“I wanted to speak to you about what you said to me at the
party, if that was possible. Well not
here maybe somewhere else. I don’t
really want to be the drama of the week”
“Oh, of course. My
Mom’s on a trip so my house is free.
Unless you wanted to go somewhere else?”
“No that will be fine.
Anywhere is better than the college car park” He side smiled before
making his way to the passenger’s side of the car.
This was brilliant, how can wanting to keep away from the boy
until you had properly thought of the pros and cons of the situation then led
to you inviting him back to your house, alone.
Seriously Y/N your actions really need to be linked with how you are thinking. Another groan left your lips as you made your
way to the driver’s side of the car and looked over too Harry as he watched you
get into the car.
The drive went a lot quicker than it usually did. With light chatter between you two was rather
comforting on your mind, as it was going ten miles to a dozen with the possibilities
as to what could happen when you stepped into the house. You worried about how the conversation was
going to go and if you two would be friends after this.
You pulled up outside of your house and made your way inside
after grabbing your bags from the back. You
walked into the living room placing your bags down with Harry close behind, you
patted the spot next to you on the sofa as he sat down.
“I know this is probably a bit of a shock to you considering everything
that has happened with us but I just want you to know that I did not mean to
hurt you when I was getting with all those girls. I was just being a typical boy when he finally
gets attention from girls, considering how before One Direction I literally had
no girls that were even remotely interested in me apart from you. Which is why I tried to push you away to stop
you getting hurt, but I realised after a while I could not do that. I can’t push you away Y/N, it is literally
impossible for me to not have you in my life.
If that makes me selfish and then leads you to getting hurt I am sorry
but I need you in my life. All these
girls want me because I am Harry Styles, but you want me because I am Harry and
it is hard to find girls that like me for me now. I know that might be such a dick move Y/N but
I am not sorry for wanting you in my life.”
You were left unsure on what to say next. There was a lot that you wanted to say but
not of those words would come out your mouth.
You were left dumbfound for a moment before words began flowing out your
“Harry… I want you in my life that is completely not what the
conversation was about. The reason I was
so upset was because you were telling me you wanted me to be yours and that you
really liked me. Then you would go and
sleep with a random girl who apparently meant nothing too you, to then go and
say that you wanted me in your bed instead of her but because you were on tour
and you had urges you had her. You then
went around saying that we were only friends to everyone else and I had to go through
the humiliation and heart ache of being just another one of Harry Styles
girls. I was given a number. Degraded over the internet by your fans and celebrity
news pages because I was just another girl who listened too you. Now to have that for years and be called so
many names through high school while you were out living life with your band
mates it does have a lot out of you.” A single
tear ran down your cheek which Harry quickly stroking it away with his delicate
“I did not know any of this Y/N, I am so sorry.” As Harry
said this you began to open your eyes and notice how close you two had
become. Harry coughed and began to move
away from you leaving your side to feel the coldness of the room. “Sorry I didn’t realise how close I was” he
nervously laughed before you spoke up.
“I didn’t mind it H” you smiled before moving closer to him
“You do know I did not mean what I did Y/N, I would never purposely
hurt you” You nodded towards Harry before looking down at his lips. You knew he really did not mean to hurt you
and knowing he was sitting here apologising to you and all venerable turned you
on. You had really missed Harry.
You made your move, adrenalin pumping through you as you had
the fear of rejection wash over you. This
quickly got replaced with love as soon as you felt Harry’s lips press back onto
yours. Hands moving around each other’s
bodies, not having a set plan of where they were going to stay. It had been so long you felt like pinching
yourself to see if this was a dream. With
that thought Harry pushed you down harshly onto the sofa, not breaking the kiss
as he made his way down on top of you. Your
hand slowly made its way up his shirt feeling his toned chest flex as your cold
finger tips sided over it. You nudged
him too take it off which he did in no time as your lips smashed back into
His tongue sliding into your mouth as you gasped, you both
being fixated on one another. His hands
slowly and tortuously sided across your chest, begging you to take off your
shirt so he could pay attention to what was underneath them. You also doing this in hurried motioned not
wanting the moment to be killed by you being unable to dress yourself. Even though you knew at this moment unless
your Mom walked in nothing would be able to stop Harry.
He undid your bra, taking in your chest as though it was the
first time he had seen them. He was
quick with his movements as he latched his lips to one nub while twisting the
other in a slow movement. His tongue
sliding delicately over your left nipple sending shocks down your body, ones
only Harry has ever coursed. A moan quickly
escaped your swollen lips which earned a smirk from Harry. He roughly grabbed both breasts and began to
squeeze them which made you feel in ecstasy.
After this he slowly made his way down your chest with his
lips. Leaving soft kisses down your
stomach down towards where you needed him most.
He began to tease you through your shorts with his fingers, earning a
whine from you. “Harry please no teasing”
“Of course, my princess” He smirked before beginning to
unbutton you. He sided your shorts down
your legs along with your pants leaving your clit to feel the cold and send a
shiver up your spine. This only lasting
a few seconds until Harry’s mouth was attached to your small bundle of
nerves. His tongue sliding over your folds
sending you into a whimpering mess. His tongue
lamping quickly at your slits before he inserted two of his fingers and started
his pleasurable torture. You couldn’t contain
your moans as your body began lifting making Harry push you down with his other
hand, you screamed out as you felt your orgasm coming quicker than usual. His fingers continued to work assisted with
his tongue quickly sucking at your clit.
“Harry… Ohmygod.” You
screamed out as your whole body began to shake with pure pleasure. This feeling going through your body for what
seemed forever. You began to come down
from your high looking down too see a smirking Harry.
“What can I say, I am not just good at singing it seems”
“Well may I show you some of my talents” you smirked before
pushing Harry down under you. “Way too
many cloths my dear” you began to pull down his jeans before he quickly pushed
them away. You parm him through his
boxers, already feeling his semi hard cock.
You pulled these down for his to also quickly kick them off somewhere
off into the room. His dick slapping
onto his stomach before being placed into your hand. You gave him a few pumps before licking up
from the base to the tip, you then placed the end of throbbing cock into your
mouth twirling your tongue around it a couple of times which earned a few profane
words to spill out of Harry’s mouth.
You then slowly made your way down his cock with your mouth
going up and down at a quick pace. This not
being fast enough for Harry as he then pulled your hair into a makeshift pony
tail and quickly began to thrust into your mouth. You allowed him to take control as he fucked
your mouth. His moans and your gags
being heard throughout the house. This continued
until he pulled you away looking at you with pleading eyes. All you did was nod once and this set Harry
He flipped you over placing the tip of his penis at your entrance
allowing you both to get your breaths back before he pushed into you. “Fuck” Harry whined as he began to thrust
into you. Your hands quickly grabbing at
the back of his neck pulling him into your neck. He quickly peppered kisses all over it as he
thrusted. His hands firmly on your
sides. Pushing into your hip bones as he
held onto you with every quick thrust with the foreplay before you both knew
you wouldn’t last long so you just enjoyed the moment as of now. He quickened the pace, which you knew meant
he was close. You quickly grabbed his
hand and pushed it down to your clit to help get you close like him.
“Figure… figure of eight” you finally moaned out as Harry obeyed
your orders and began to massage your clit.
This instantly bringing your orgasm closer.
“I am ready… I am ready when you are Y/N”.
“Now” you moaned out as both your orgasms rushed over
you. Your hands holding onto Harry as
you both came down from your highs.
Harry finally pulled out of you as you both lay down to catch your
“Does this make me be out of the friendzone?” You giggled while looking over at Harry.
“Most defiantly” he smiled over at you before kissing your
FINALLY! i’ve created this sim weeks ago but edited it today cause i was super busy and god it took me way too long to edit it, anyways.. you can guess who it is.. yes, right, it’s obviously PRINCE ZUKO.. the au version i guess! oh and i made him marry katara who i will upload this week as well! she’s my favorite sim i created. i hope you guys like this, it took me so long.
//no cc is mine i only created the sim //
OMGGGGGG IT’S FINALLY DONE!!!!!!! CELEBRATE WITH MEEEEE!
you can probably tell, this took me a really long time to put together
and I worked so hard on it so I hope you guys like it! I’ve gotten so
many messages asking for when it would be up and it’s finally here so I
couldn’t be happier! PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEEEEEASE DO NOT SEND THIS to
Liam, Zayn, the other boys, their friends/families… please! Fandom
stuff should be kept int the fandom - I don’t want to make them
uncomfortable; the fourth wall exists for a reason! If they come across
it themselves that’s fine and on their own prerogative. PLEASE DON’T REPOST THIS on
another youtube channel and claim it as your own because like I said, I
worked hard on it and want you guys to have something nice since it’s
been kinda dull in the ziam fandom lately. So please respect that! AND FINALLLLLY, like I say in the vid - this isn’t it! I have a special extra video that I’ll be uploading in the next couple of days! It was originally meant to be in this video but then it would have gotten too long! So! Look out for that/subscribe.
Disclaimer: All clips. pics and music used belong to their respective owners. Music used at 5:48 is by Eminik Official here.
tl;dr don’t send this to liam/zayn/the other boys/friends/family, don’t repost to another yt channel, offstage moments start at 39:35, and finally, this took me ages so… almost an hour of sexual ziam… enjoy!
Ok, here it is, the first page of a 4 page comic i did this past 3 or 4 days.
It’s all hand drawn and inked on paper, but i don’t have the materials for shadows and shading (nor the skills XP), and its been far too long since I used photoshop so It really took me a really long time just to add the graytones.
I’ll try some stuff to see how it looks on paper, but meanwhile i will upload at least 1 page a day.