#and climbing fruit trees in public

[terrasu]

I know it's late, but what do you guys think about my brother's latke recipe he texted me last year (ish?)

[readwritealldayallnight]

Simon is aware of his size.

Ever since he’d shot up a foot and began towering over his teachers in school, he’d grown used to the surprised looks and stares that sometimes followed his large stature.

It wasn’t something that bothered him. Honestly, it came with too many advantages for him to care whether it led to more eyes on him in public spaces or having to duck through shorter entry ways.

It wasn’t something he spent much time thinking about either. He was just tall, all there was to it.

Until you came into his life.

Until suddenly the size difference between you two wasn’t just something that wandering eyes would notice, but apparently something to be envied.

He notices the way other women keep stealing glances over at the two of you, as Simon effortlessly lifts you in his arms, sometimes holding you up against a large muscular shoulder, as you reach to pick the best looking apples off the branches at the orchard. Those women are fidgeting with their baskets as their partners attempt to climb short ladders and shake loose some of the fruit, unaware to the way their ladies are all imagining what it would be like to be in your place right now.

He notices the way a young woman in the grocery store blatantly stares at the way he casually plucks the jar off the very top shelf that you had been straining on tip toes to reach. He drops it into your shopping cart with a smile, watching as the woman’s gaze shifts to the difference in your hands as he interlocks his fingers through yours.

Even you can’t help but to notice the way a group of mums giggle and swoon as your mountain of a man casually untangles the bunch of balloons that had gotten caught in a tree, returning it to the young boy who was celebrating his birthday party in the park you two had been strolling through.

Oh yes, Simon’s large size came with an endless list of advantages.

But the very best parts of his stature, the toe-curling, heart-racing, slick producing advantages to his size, well, those were kept between you, him, and your bedsheets.

[toji-fushiguro-is-broke]

Toji headcanon:

Toji Headcanon:

Toji doesn't know how to cook, he doesn't even know how to clean properly.

Toji mostly depended on cup noodles or fastfood.

Toji uses his clothes again as long as is it doesn't stink or has some stain from his battles.

Toji watched someone how to use the washing machine while going to a public laundry mat to wash his own clothes.

Toji probably accidentally stares at someone for too long that gave them the creeps.

Toji takes a bath at bath houses, he frequents at a old bath house that rarely has customers in.

Toji slept on a box at one point in his life.

Toji ate grass to satisfy his hunger at one point.

Toji accidentally ate bad grass and got sick because of it, but developed poison immunity at one point.

He also learned how to climb trees to get fruits.

Toji had to fight with crows for a piece of food and he still sometimes does.

Toji only started to brush his teeth when he saw people brushing their teeth in his household and his breath started to stink.

He has strong teeth, that he's almost able to chew on anything.

Toji learned what deodorant is after shiu someone threw him one as an insult from his family.

Toji learned how to use it regularly after shiu and mamaguro insisted on it.

Toji used to shower outside his family's house with a hose, he used to scrub himself with a rock.

[ilminnestrone]

So my boy Angeal got his second and third Limit Breaks named after Latin mottos and I'm all for it.

Serit arbores, quae alteri saeculo prosint.

Plant trees, that will benefit others for centuries to come.

It means "start something positive today, even if you will not enjoy its fruit yourself." It's a quote (later used as a motto) from a lost Caecilius Statius's commedy, came to us from Cicero's De Senectute, a long dialogue where the old Cato Maior explains how old people should think about future generations and be useful an pleasant to them. Cato had a long military and political career, during which he imposed high taxes on luxury goods, dealt with public utilities and tried to protect morality from the libertine customs of the Greeks.

Per aspera ad astra.

From asperities to the stars.

It means "the road to success is paved with difficulties". It's a very common proverb (still quite common today in Italian in the original Latin), which has several versions in Latin literature. Its actual origin is Greek, from the myth: those who managed to climb Mount Olympus were heroes whose lives were steeped in battles and suffering. The form ad astra is commonly used for those who already reached success after a long journey.

"Oh boy, oh boy, the price of freedom is steep."

I'm still trying to decipher and translate Gongaga's Latin lyrics, but my ear is trained to the ecclesiastical pronunciation and I can't grasp everything. Text me if you want to help!

[cypherdecypher]

Animal of the Day!

Northland Green Gecko (Naultinus grayii)

(Photo in Public Domain)

Conservation Status- Near Threatened

Habitat- Northern New Zealand

Size (Weight/Length)- 20 cm

Diet- Insects; Nectar; Fruits

Cool Facts- The Northland green gecko, also called the Gray’s tree gecko, lives an arboreal life on the northern island of New Zealand. They are sunbathers at heart, climbing onto leaves for camouflage and soaking up the rays. The gecko’s tail is prehensile and tiny claws aid their tree climbing skills. During the breeding season, males will travel from tree to tree in search of a mate. When encountering another male, the two have a yawning competition before launching into battle with a surprisingly strong bite. Despite female Northland green geckos not having a maternal instinct, they  allow their babies to stay in close proximity for several months for access to the best nectar. Unfortunately, Northland green geckos are declining in the wild due to the illegal pet trade and wildfires. 

Rating- 12/10 (They make a squeaking noise.)

Requested by @pleb-the-original

[fried-peaches00]

“It’s The Way”

Teylan x Human Reader

Word Count: 709

Summary: A little something about Teylan dreaming of life on earth with his human.

Of course So’lek noticed Teylan’s love for humans. Anyone could see the way the RDA conditioning was hard for him to shake. He didn’t adapt as well as the other remaining members of his clan to being ripped from everything they knew as home, despite how they hated it. They saw how he lived for human validation, scrambling to be needed, working himself past fatigue. However, neither So’lek nor the other Sarentu saw who loved him so effortlessly he didn’t have to try to feel wanted. Since the day he turned up at headquarters you never treated him like anything but Teylan. To you, he wasn't the exotic, endangered, last of his clan and he definitely wasn’t the RDA brown-noser So’lek thought he was. He was just perfectly who you needed him to be.

It’s the way you included him in your routine since day one, allowing him to follow on your heels when he wasn’t sure where he fit in. He lingered close when you took samples from the aquaponics and he loved to be around when you cooked at the small kitchen. Whether it was scavenged MREs you added sugars and spices to or meals you learned to cook from na’vi clans you visited, you always made sure to give him a taste, passing along what you learned from the time you spent on this moon.

And when he found his groove, it’s the way you bonded over your sciences, especially now that HE had something to teach YOU, and gossiped about other members of clans and the resistance. Over climbing trees and watching the mud crawlers wind through the stream running under headquarters.

It’s the way that when he crawls under the sheets of your much too small cot, curling his big body around yours; you always welcome him no matter how exhausted you are. Combing your fingers through his short black hair until he purrs, whispering to him stories of earth upon his request. Tales of high schools and summer camps and puppies that kept him entranced for hours at a time.

And long after you drift to sleep, still contorted around his crumpled body stuffed into the bars of your bottom bunk, he imagines being an earth human. He Imagines going to human university and meeting you while you were studying Biology with a minor in astronomy and astrophysics just like you said. He imagines sneaking into your dorm room past the resident assistants to do homework and watch all the movies you reminisce on from your time on Earth, maybe more if he got lucky. He imagines going on dates to local cafés and drinking coffee that you promised was better than the stale, close to three decades old grime you let him try from the kitchen (but not by much). He dreamt of dates to libraries with real paper books and being nervous about meeting your parents over a homemade pasta dinner. But over anything else, he dreamed of kissing you in public; and no one thinks twice about it.

Teylan wants to love on you without the concern of hurting you with his immense size, or worrying about how long it is going to last before the war rips you from him the way that he was ripped from his clan so many years ago. He didn’t want to have to worry about the crushing gaze of the other Na’vi or the pitying looks from the scientists when he sat on the hard cold ground while you were working just to be around you, or when he worried endlessly while you were away conducting field research he was too nervous to join you on. Mostly, He just wants to love you like a human loves another human.

But when you wake to the resistance team beginning to rouse, one by one, and you smile at him through puffy, sleep-laden eyes. Petting his face and resting delicate kisses on his broad nose, whispering to him what you had wanted to do today and inviting him along. When you coax him into the wilds of pandora and show him the beauty of his home planet through intertwined fingers and kisses soaked by native fruits. He knows he’s right where he needs to be.

[prolix-yuy]

Plus One

Pairing: Francisco “Catfish” Morales x F!Reader "Ms Jackson"

Summary: It's Ms Jackson's company holiday party, and Frankie makes his debut.

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: Explicit, 18+ MINORS DNI, references to past escort work, semi-public sex, slight exhibitionism kink, references to oral sex and anal play, unprotected PiV sex (don't be a fool, wrap your tool), spanking, possessive play, little bit of brattiness, Frankie is too damn hot and Ms J is gonna make him pay for it (in the best way).

Notes: Here's my (slightly late) SW!Frankie Christmas story! This is dedicated to @lowlights for saying "All I want for Christmas is SW!Frankie" and I couldn't resist giving her exactly that. She also picked Frankie's holiday party outfit, which is absolute perfection and I would climb him like a tree if he showed up in this fit.

Takes place after Callback.

Cross-posted on AO3

Sex Worker!Frankie AU Masterlist

The internal monologue running in the back of your mind comments on the tasteful decor, how the poinsettias and fake candles and red and green tablecloths really dress up the restaurant. The thought that “HR did a really nice job” skitters through your mind, and the warm scent of cider and mulled wine and store-bought cookies all envelops you in a nostalgic holiday mood.

Well, it would, but on the other hand this holiday party might actually kill you. Honestly. And yet you have to pretend that you’re not dying inside, a calm smile on your face while you fight back against the urge to scream.

It all started with an email.

Hi Team!

It’s that time of year again - our annual holiday party! Please join us for appetizers and drinks at Lesandro’s at 6pm Friday, December 23rd. If you want to enter the raffle for a special prize, please email Alison for a ticket.

This was all fine and dandy until you got to the next line.

Plus ones are welcome!

You shouldn’t have been surprised. It’s not the first time your office has extended invites to partners. You had brought your ex-husband in the past, the brief sting of the memory flitting through your mind. It was to be expected every year, a night to enjoy yourselves on the company’s dime in lieu of bonuses. 

You would gladly accept a check rather than the cocktails and finger foods, but you weren’t not on the planning committee. 

A little tremor of excitement over that line lightened your spirits for the rest of the day. Thinking of Frankie schmoozing with your coworkers made a smile come to your face, and his solid comfort being by your side actually made you look forward to the event. The scales tipped more towards anxiety when you walked into your home, Frankie coming down the stairs with damp hair.

“Hey sweetheart,” he said, a quick squeeze of a hug before heading to your car for groceries. Worrying at your lower lip, you waited until you were both in the kitchen sorting produce before you spoke up.

“I’ve got a company party coming up in a couple weeks,” you said, toppling a few apples onto the counter.

“You’ll be out late?” Frankie asked, dumping fruit into a colander in the sink. The running tap let you take your time with your response.

“Actually, I can bring a plus one,” you tried to say breezily, rolling a stray lemon under your palm. It grounded you as Frankie turned to you. “If you want to come,” you added at the end. When his pause went on too long you hazarded a look up at him. He was smiling in that somewhat exasperated way that let you know you’d been overthinking again.

“Why wouldn’t I want to come? Maybe I can guess which one of those girls steals your yogurt on Wednesdays.” The remark made you giggle, leaning back against the counter as Frankie’s mischievous eyes eased your tension.

“I don’t know, I built it up in my head, asking you.” You shrugged, voice getting a little softer. “My ex never liked going to these things. Complained for weeks before and after, then would barely talk to me when we were there.” You shifted, crossing your arms over your chest. It wasn’t the first time you’d talked about your past relationships with Frankie, but having to feel the grief, the sickness in the pit of your stomach, the tension of revising those memories still made you want to crawl out of your own skin. Frankie’s hands, heavy and soothing, wrapped around your biceps.

“If you want me there, I’m there,” he said, rubbing your arms with a reassuring smile. You nodded, letting your forehead drop against his shoulder when he stepped closer. Sucking a deep breath in, Frankie’s clean musk and fresh soap smell released the tight muscles in your jaw. “Where are they having it?”

“Lesandro’s.”

“Oh, so it’s like, a nice party,” Frankie mused, hand kneading at the back of your neck where you held much of your stress. You melted into the massage, pressing your cheek to his plush chest.

“Eh, we come from the office, you don’t have to dress up,” you mumbled into his worn t-shirt. He hummed in response.

“Could be fun, though,” he said, working his thumb into the meat of your shoulders. “Dressing up for it. I’d like to make a good first impression.” 

Leaning back, you raised an eyebrow at Frankie.

“Oh really?”

He blushed, and you thought your heart might explode at the sight. Slipping your fingers into the wisps of gray-brown hair at the nape of his neck, you swayed against your boyfriend.

“Then bring your A-game, handsome.”

Which is why you’re standing here now, close to literally exploding.

Because when Frankie texted to tell you he was here, you didn’t expect what walked in the door.

First of all, no Standard Oil hat. You didn’t expect him to wear it, but it’s such a part of himself now you forget he can go without it. He styled his hair loose and curling, not a wild mane but controlled wisps that flick out around his ears and bounce along his forehead. Little glints of silver you refuse to let him cover up at a salon catch the glittering lights in the restaurant. He’s wearing a white button-up, the top two buttons open to bare a delicious vee of tan skin around his throat. He clearly wasn’t patient enough with the sleeves, though, because he’s rolled them up around his elbows, accenting his strong forearms. You’ve never seen the pants he’s wearing, some sort of dark blue-black slacks that hug his trim hips perfectly before descending to black leather monkstrap shoes. 

And he’s wearing his fucking glasses.

Your cunt throbs at the sight.

He searches the crowd, the smile that breaks out when you lock eyes making your legs weak. He weaves his way through your coworkers, a few watching him curiously as he scoots by. Once he’s made it to you, a hand on your lower back and a kiss to your cheek, the eyes that followed him now land on you. The pride this swells in your chest makes you giddy.

“Have I missed all the food?” Frankie asks in your ear, your response a shaken head. He mock-sighs in relief before Cindy strides up to you both, ever the nosy one. Her smile is too big, hand outstretched to Frankie.

“And who have we here?” she asks, eyes flitting between you both. You brim with a little more pride when Frankie takes her hand, giving her a kind but firm handshake.

“Francisco Morales, the boyfriend,” he says with a little jest in his voice, Cindy laughing louder than necessary. 

This is the theme of the night, Frankie approached by coworkers and chatting his way through the first impressions. You smile and schmooze along with him, but inside marvel over how smooth he is. The perfectly timed jokes, the attentive smiles. As Cindy (and some people you’ve never even met) approach and leave, he knows exactly how to engage and play off their differing personalities. Giving space to the chatterbugs, coaxing conversation from the quiet ones, engaging in interests and offering his opinions. 

“This won’t be my first time in a room full of strangers with high expectations,” Frankie had said a few days before when you offered him an out on the party. The implication flew over your head until he added, “I’ve been hired as an escort too.” 

The revelation led to another one of those matter-of-fact conversations that were so fascinating with Frankie. He talked about sex work (and escorting, in this case) with no more emotional attachment than discussing what cars he worked on.

“I did a charity event once, older woman who wanted a younger man on her arm but didn’t want to look pathetic.”

“A girl had a bodyguard fantasy we played out at the Plaza. One of the nicest hotel rooms I’ve worked in.”

“You learn a lot by acting like the trophy, and people will tell you the wildest shit if you just listen.”

All of these skills were in action now as you watched him listen to someone from customer support discussing chatbot services. The second glass of champagne in your hand is warming under your fingers but you barely notice because this is a Frankie you rarely see. He’s in an element that’s foreign to you, used to his soft competency and attention and now witnessing his surety, his confidence, his ease at shifting into exactly what everyone wants.

Even the moments when you feel a stab of jealousy - Debbie touching his arm when he makes a joke, how he gives everyone his undivided attention - he always makes his way back to you. His hand rests on your lower back,  pulling you into conversations when you’re being edged out. And when you’re leading, having a discussion with a coworker, he listens closely by your side and nods along, even if you know he’s lost as to the topic.

It’s turning you on way more than you want to admit. 

The party is grating on your nerves after an hour and a half, your brain screaming at you to leave. Listening to Carl complain about the cost of events planning pales in comparison to showing Frankie exactly how much he’s been affecting you all night. The ache only worsens when you catch a glimpse of his profile, smiley and easygoing, as his shirt gapes to reveal no undershirt underneath. You could slip your fingers inside and drag them along the smooth expanse of skin there, before slipping them down to pop every button open as you descend lower and lower…

“Your man not dress up for you much?”

Erica, one of your favorite coworkers and confidant, sidles up next to you as Frankie tries to leave a conversation by the drinks table, two glasses in hand. Your face heats up as you fan yourself surreptitiously with a napkin.

“Mmmhmmm, okay no need to answer that one for me. Boss left ten minutes ago, go get your man out of here before Johnson bores him to death,” she murmurs, giving you an approving look before going back to her lost-looking husband. Her revelation, coupled with your increasing need, rockets you across the room to Frankie’s relieved face.

“Sorry Johnson, I need Frankie for a minute. Nice seeing you!” you rush out, depositing Frankie’s proffered glasses on a waiter’s tray. Hands free, you tug Frankie to the exit, his voice lost in the rush of blood to your ears. 

Out of the stuffy room and into the cooler night, Frankie huffs in surprise when you push him back against the building’s exterior and steal a heated kiss, a quick press of the lips preceding your tongue pressing into his mouth, stifling his moan with your own. Taking the hint, he pulls your hips flush with his, attacking your mouth with as much fervor as you’re giving. His teeth scrape against your tongue, letting you grind him against the concrete wall before he spins you to switch places.

“You had to wear the fucking glasses,” you gasp when he pulls back enough to nibble along your jaw. 

“Thought they’d make me look smarter,” he whispers in your ear, palming one breast with the broad expanse of his hand. You mewl under the attention, mind hazily realizing you’re way too out in the open to be getting groped so thoroughly. 

“Thought you’d ruin my panties is more like it,” you hiss back, spreading your legs to invite him between them. He shakes his head against your neck.

“Not here, let me take you home and take my time,” he says, pressing a chaste kiss behind your ear. The whine you squeeze out surprises you both, “needy little thing” the next words that Frankie drips against your skin. 

“C’mon Frankie, feel how wrecked you made me,” you goad, the roll of his hips against your core revealing Frankie’s desire as plainly as your own. Stealing a glance towards the front door, he slides a hand under your skirt and swiftly pulls your panties to the side, sliding two fingers through the slick mess.

“Fuck, baby, all this for me?” he asks, and the buck of your hips against his hand slides his fingertips inside you shallowly. He growls in your ear, that feral noise that makes you want to push him until he snaps and takes from you. Pulling you away from the wall, he sucks his wet fingers into his mouth with a flash of darkness in his eyes.

“Get in the truck, we’re going,” he says quickly, his stride longer and faster paced than usual. His own need mirroring yours makes a wicked idea bloom in your lust-addled mind. It would get you into some trouble, but the reward would be as good as the punishment. Maybe better.

Frankie buckles in and drives you swiftly out of the parking lot, your house only a twenty minute trip from Lesandro’s. Twenty long, aching minutes with Frankie so close you can almost taste him. You need to taste him.

Palming his hard cock through the slacks earns you a groan and a swat at your hand, Frankie’s knuckles tightening on the steering wheel.

“Baby, stop, I need to get us home. You can last twenty minutes,” he admonishes, which only mounts your need. Another long stroke, another warning, and you’re popping the top button of his pants open. He says your name now, hand coming to wrap around your wrist as you slide his zipper down.

“Please, Frankie, just let me taste you. I’ll be good, I promise,” you beg, one hand slipped under your own skirt and sliding through your slick. “You got me so worked up, I just want to make you feel good.” Leaning over you blow a puff of hot air onto his cock, still straining against his boxer briefs. A string of curses fall from his lips as you mouth him, wetting the cotton with your tongue.

“Fuck, you just can’t wait, can you? Okay, baby, okay, but you can’t…you can’t suck me off, I’ll crash the fucking truck if you try. Just hold me in your mouth if you need it that bad,” Frankie gasps, the words finally allowing you to slip his cock from its confines and into your hot mouth. He groans loud at your heat engulfing him, your clever fingers finding your clit and stroking quick circles as you try your best to follow his rules. But Frankie is large and thick in your mouth. You can’t help sliding back up to adjust your jaw wider. Or when you slide back down your tongue flattens against the underside, lapping at the thick vein. That’s just a force of habit. 

When you hum at the feeling of his head brushing the back of your throat, you can’t help but admit that you’re doing it on purpose.

“Fucking Christ,” Frankie swears, and you feel the car move from asphalt to dirt before coming to an abrupt stop. You slide your lips up and off his cock to ask why he stopped, but Frankie is already unbuckling his seatbelt and pulling you up to his mouth. He crashes his lips against yours, holding you in place with one firm hand on the back of your neck. 

“Little tease,” he purrs, and the rush of heat to your cunt has you arching into his chest, burying your wet fingers in his hair. “I was going to take you home, spread you out on our bed and make you cum so many times you’d lose your voice.” Frankie’s thick fingers pinch your jaw, widening it so he can delve deeper with his tongue. You’re practically dripping on the bench seat, trying to move to your back but he holds you there, and the roughness of his touch makes your body thrum like a live wire.

“Was going to lick this pretty pussy until you came on my face, then flip you over and do it again. Maybe even tease your perfect little asshole,” he continues, your heart hammering in your chest as he pushes your arousal higher and higher. “Then I was going to make you cum around three fingers. Get you to squirt for me.” 

“Frankie, fuck, please…” you whine, hips rocking against nothing, but he wraps his hands around them and bumps your noses together.

“Oh I’d have you begging by then too, but no, you couldn’t behave. Couldn’t wait the twenty minutes to get you home.” Your world spins as Frankie turns you to face away from him, pulling your ass tight against his hips. Heat blooms along your chest and face when you realize you’ve pushed him enough to lead to this.

“So you’re getting what you wanted, sweetheart. I’m gonna fuck you, needy little thing. Gonna give you my cock and you’re gonna take it just like this.” With that he flips your skirt up over your ass and slides his cock through your slick. Your jaw drops open; the truck is barely off the road, hidden by a few overhanging trees and a lack of streetlights but still very visible to another car passing by. Thighs trembling, you try to steady your breathing. It’s dangerous and mollifying, exhilarating and terrifying. 

“You know what to say if you don’t want this,” Frankie murmurs in your ear, gentler than before. You do, you know the colors and the words that will slow Frankie down. But like hell do you want that right now.

“Green, handsome,” you shoot back, wiggling your butt against him. He chuckles darkly, guiding your hips to slide his cock over your clit. 

“Then put your hands on the door,” he says, nudging you forward to brace yourself against the passenger door. Knocking your knees apart, Frankie’s bulk settles against your ass before his thick head begins breaching you.

Eyes rolling back and your mouth open in a silent moan, you savor the girth of Frankie’s cock with no preparation. You’re so slick and yielding, but he always stretches you to your limits. Even as he fucks shallowly into you, getting you used to him, you beg for more.

“Please Frankie, fuck me, want you to wreck me, been wanting you inside me all night,” you groan, pushing back to bury him deep inside, grinding the base of his cock to tease your throbbing clit. Frankie’s hands tighten around your hips, and with a sharp snap that knocks a gasp out of you as he sets a powerful pace. 

The truck cabin fills with the lewd sound of Frankie’s fat cock fucking into your wet cunt, his guttural moans mixing with your higher ones. When you look behind you, Frankie’s baring his teeth and puffing air through his nose, curls sticking to the sweat at his temples.

“This what you need, beautiful? Needed me to pound this pussy until you can’t think? Needed me to claim what’s mine?” His filthy words hit a chord deep inside you didn’t know existed until he spoke it into life. You roll your hips back against him, leveraging your thrusts with your hands on the door.

“Yes Frankie, need you to fucking take me, make me yours, take what you want, I want everyone to know I’m yours,” you babble. A sudden crack of skin on skin makes you cry out, flooding your cunt with arousal. Frankie soothes the red handprint on your ass before tapping his fingers along it. 

“Fuck, baby, you like that?” he moans as you nod vigorously in response. “Yeah, I can feel how much you liked that. Take it,” he orders before he slaps your other cheek, admiring how your movements get sloppier as you writhe in pleasure. “Mine,” he growls, another gentler slap. “Mine,” he pants as he yanks you back and pushes your chest to the seat, arching your ass up high for him to keep pounding into. “Mine,” he growls into your ear when he folds over your body, his thrusts shortening but hitting that powerful spot, tightening you around his cock.

“Oh fuck, sweetheart, I can feel it, you’re so close. Cum on me baby, I’m…fuck, I’m yours,” Frankie gasps, the possessiveness now curling in your own heart as you listen to him rail you within an inch of your sanity while repeating “yours” under his breath. 

“Frankie, please…” you ask, not sure of what you need but he nods against your spine. Threading his fingers between yours, he slides his other hand to your clit and strums it fast and hard, the intensity throwing you off the edge of your impending orgasm. 

With a muffled shriek you cum, feet scuffling against the leather seats and your hips bucking beneath Frankie’s weight. He holds you down, guiding you through it as he works his cock slowly through the grip of your channel. When the aftershocks subside, Frankie pumps into you a handful of times, then pulls out to spill on your ass with staccato moans. 

For a long moment the truck is filled with gasping breaths, Frankie using your own skirt to wipe up his spend. When his heat disappears you prop yourself up to catch him leaning against the driver door, legs splayed and his head tipped against the cool glass, chest heaving. It takes a moment to rearrange your limbs but you finally slide between his legs and rest your head against his chest. His arms come up to cradle you there, stroking your back. You enjoy the silence, the comforting cadence of Frankie’s breathing bringing you back down.

“Was that too much?” he asks, a little apprehension in his voice. “I know we don’t go down that kind of path often…”

“Frankie, that was fucking amazing,” you soothe, grinning into his chest. “And I instigated that, I knew what I was asking for. Though you did almost make me end it with that plan you laid out.”

“Oh did I?”

“Very tempting.”

“You made your choice.”

You both laugh a little, the glow of the truck’s clock reminding you of the late hour. But Frankie has one more question to air in the dark.

“You weren’t jealous tonight, were you?” he asks, tucking his chin to look at you. “Because nobody in that room held a candle to you tonight. Or any night. I’m yours, babe,” he says, stroking his thumb along your cheek. The love that blooms in your chest is all the answer you need, but you’ll still say it.

“I loved being yours tonight. And every night.”

After getting back on the road, Frankie hums thoughtfully.

“If you wanted to do that every now and then…” he says tentatively, drawing your attention to his stunning profile. “You know, tease me, get me riled up, I’d be into that.” 

A wicked smile curls your lips, half hidden in the dark.

“You like it when I rile you up?” you ask, leading Frankie’s hand back between your legs. You could find the energy for another round, your folds still soft and dripping. He gives you a look like he could devour you whole.

“I like it when I can show you you’re mine,” he rumbles, cupping your sex as the minutes until you’re home tick by.

“Show me again, then.”

END

The story continues in Frankie's First Time

[bepisbee]

A Mini sh date!

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A tiny voice talked to the hero in purple from his shoulder. It was almost too soft to hear and in a different language entirely. He tilted his head towards the small black dot on his tunic and listened before nodding. He held a wood weave basket on his elbow as he went through town on the opposite side. As they went through town, actually.

Sitting on his shoulder, holding on with tiny black claws, was Shadow in a minish form. Since the town was still wary of him, they had the idea to hide him like this when it was less than two heroes to one Shadow. Less stress and stares. He looked like a tiny version of Minish Link, in black and purple. His eyes were red and blue and he was adorable. The bustling early evening was peaceful, despite the bodies and rush. It felt nice to just be apart of the crowd.

At a vendor stall Vio picked out some fruit Shadow had just requested. It was his new favorite thing since becoming a real tangible being. He had a sweet tooth like no other. Instead of dealing with him having toothaches ans scaring the local dentist with his fangs, suoer sweet fruits came in handy. He looked over the options. Mostly apples, being mid fall of course. He chose a few of those but some way overripe plums and peaches. Those had to be shipments from out of the city, since that was an odd choice for the orchards around here. He hummed and also added cherries.

“Are you sure you want those? It’s awfully ripe, won’t last the week!” The woman wasn’t being subtle in her admiration and favoritism. Vio’s eyes glinted in amusement. It wasn’t his first time being subject to the locals. Esepcially now that they had reached their late twenties.

“Aha,” he chuckled warmly, thinking of Shadow’s little fangs biting the giant soft peach. “Thank you, but yes. I’m sure it won’t even last the evening. The overripe ones are sweeter, and a favorite in the household.” He placed the goods in the basket after handing over a red and blue rupee. Shadow chirped to him a thank you.

“Oh I see! You’re so smart dear!” She handed back the change and held his hand for too long. “Have a lovely day now, and come back soon!”

“You as well,” he stepped away to find the next vendor they needed. Humming as he went over their list again.

“She was totally flirting with you,” Shadow teased. He pinched his cheek with his tiny hand. “How cute. Too bad for her! You’re mine.”

Vio smiled, but unable to answer without seeming strange in public, he gave a quiet “Mmhm.” He should stop at Pita’s, he decided. They could share a croissant and maybe get a kinstone prize.

He continued to gather their list, wordlessly greeting any Minish they saw as they went. Shadow gave a friendly wave to the ones that spotted him. 

Vio stopped for a nice conversation with Librari who was dusting the shelf outside his book house when he was returning something to the library. Shadow hopped off and helped while they chatted. He’d really made some good friends in town with the local Minish while hiding from angry townsfolk a few nights. 

Shadow climbed back up his arm and onto the shoulder spot as they left. The list was done,  but he headed in the direction of the bakery. Shadow made a questioning noise at him. He just smiled and kept going. It smelled like fresh baking bread and yeast as he opened the door. Warm delicious air hit their faces. Shadow stood up, using Vio’s collar for balance.

He bought them some treats and waved to the hard working couple as they left.

“You sneak! You said no sweets!”

“Bread doesn’t count,” Vio defends, sitting in a park under the shade of a large tree. He held out his hand for Shadow to hop onto and put him on his criss crossed knee. “I know you slept all morning and didn’t eat yet.” he put the croissant on a napkin next to him.

“Aww.” He tore off some and sat with him as a chill breeze rolled in, rattling the orange and red trees. A leaf flew by and smacked him in the tiny face. Vio’s laugh is sudden and warm. It was the best kind.

“Fuck! stupid nature.” he didn’t mean it. he crossed his arms and huffed. Vio ruffled his hair with a finger. Shadow gave him a mock glare and chomped his fingertip.

“Ow! Shit your teeth are sharp!”

Shadow cackled and climbed back up to his spot. “That's what you get!

The sun was starting to set, they really needed to start heading home. It was only around six, but mid fall could get surprisingly cold at night.

They made their way to the Castle Town entrance. Vio packed the basket goods in the horse saddle bags and secured the basket before hopping up. He took out a light scarf and wrapped it around for a bit of warmth but also for something to secure Shadow better as he horse jostled them around.

“It’s really nice out,” Shadow was snug and close enough to his ear he could properly hear him. “This was kinda like a date.”

“Mm. Yeah, duh. It is a date love.” He snorted. “It’s a bit chilly now.” He knows that's what Shadow prefers. After spending so long on a hot mountain, he started enjoying fall and winter the most. “Especially for you, tiny mouse Shadow.” he snickered.

“That’s cute tiny mouse Shadow to you!” he corrected. Vio felt the poke of his tiny claw on his neck. “Annnd don’t you forget it.”

“Haha, of course.” he brought a hand up and felt Shadow grab onto his finger and playfully bite again. “Ow! haha hey! You’re more of a cat than a mouse honestly.” He scolded but kept it there for their sort of hand hold. It was also an assurance he wasn’t falling off from the movement, it was another hour to get home after all. The dark grew around them as a peaceful night rolled over. The lantern on his hip and the crescent moon their only light as they entered the forest path.

They had taken it enough times though, and had no problems. Soon enough they emerged to their shared house, lights on a muffled talking.  They were home.

[wettvagina]

JEALOUSY

Warnings: p in v, kinda public sex,

You were only a young na’vi, a small girl who didn’t know the difference between right and wrong.

When Lo‘ak first met you, you were talking to Neteyam, he watched from afar whilst playing with his favorite, wooden toy. His only thought of you at that moment was ‘pretty girl’.

The next day swung by and Lo’ak was determined to be friends with you. “Oel ngati kameie.” Lo’ak greeted with enthusiasm, the seven year old boy stood in front of your taller figure as you were leaned on a tree with your arms folded.

You were only a few months older than him and a couple inches taller than him, however he didn’t feel intimidated nor threatened. The top you wore which was made up of old bones and thick leaves clunked as you walked away from Lo’ak, muttering “Demon” as you passed him.

The young boy stood there nonplussed, he was in this state because he had no idea why that word would be used on him so often by other members of the clan.

His confusion led him to his family’s home, standing right in front of his father as he inquisitively asked why everyone was calling him ‘demon’.

Jake’s eyes widened and he felt hurt and embarrassed, all of the emotions soon turned into anger, “Son, who told you this?” Jake asked, “A girl, Neteyam’s friend.” Lo’ak murmured.

Jake became more calm upon hearing that the words were being spat from an immature child’s mouth, “Neteyam.” Jake called his eldest son who sat in the hut, Neteyam turned his head towards his father, straying his attention away from the arrow he was sharpening.

“Tell your friends to stop picking on Lo’ak, please.” Jake instructed with a firm voice, “Okay.” Neteyam shrugged while standing to his feet and running out the hut.

Jake lowered himself to Lo’ak, “You are not a demon, you hear me.” Jake spoke to Lo’ak, Lo’ak simply nodded, not really understanding the situation.

Later on that same day, Neteyam gathered all his friends, including you. “My dad says to stop bullying Lo’ak.” Neteyam says almost with a carefree tone, “Okay, wanna go play now?” Some of his other friends say and he nodded eagerly.

“Can I play too?” Lo’ak asks from behind, “No, only real na’vi are allowed.” You taunt, Neteyam gives you a stern look coming from his soft features, “What did I just say.” Neteyam reminds, “Ugh! Fine.” You utter while folding your arms.

Lo’ak smiles and stands beside you, you glowered at him who only gave you a wide smile in return.

Time passed, you all grew. Lo’ak found some friends and you couldn’t lie, your relationship with him grew slightly, but not in a good way. You saw each other everyday, only for you to mutter something rude to him and he’d get riled up.

You were thirteen and he was twelve, you were closer to Neteyam as compared to Lo’ak and Lo’ak hated that for a reason apart from you being his bully and also his brother’s best friend. Maybe it was jealousy.

On a warm, bright day, Alpha Centauri shone rays of blissful yellowness onto a high fruit tree, making the premature fruits look more appealing.

Lo’ak and Neteyam both climbed the tree in hopes of finding a ripe, bright red juicy fruit to dive into on this warm day. “Look this one is red!” Lo’ak shouted to Neteyam who hung from another branch on the tree, Lo’ak stayed sitting on a wide branch as Neteyam swung over to him.

Neteyam examined the fruit, smiling at Lo’ak, “Good job, baby bro.” Neteyam picked the large red fruit, and both boys climbed down the tree.

“Hey skxawngs, the fruits aren’t ripe yet.” You made your way to the pair, Lo’ak couldn’t take his eyes off of you, his childhood crush stayed constant as he grew into a preteen.

“This one is.” Neteyam said while taking a bite, then showing the inside, “Hm.” Lo’ak watched as you inspected the red, clearly ripe fruit, as the fruit stayed in Neteyam’s hand, you took a bite, “Guess you were right.” You said.

Lo’ak watched as the red juices of the fruit dropped down your chin and travelled between your breasts, Neteyam quickly used his thumb to wipe your lips and you have him a small smile.

Lo’ak felt his heart drop, “Eww.” Lo’ak played off his jealousy shielding it with disgust. You simply rolled your eyes before walking away, letting your hips sway as you made your way back to your home.

Neteyam simply smiled as he looked at his brother, who’s eyes were glued to your figure, Neteyam only scoffed before walking away as well, taking another bite from the fruit.

The day after, several young na’vi united when training with some older teenagers, standing beside Lo’ak you held your bow, straightening your back as you pulled back the bowstring. “Oel ngati kameie.” Lo’ak heard a deeper voice greet, he watched as you placed your bow to your side and brought your hand to your forehead before lowering it to your side, signing the greeting.

“Need some help?” The older boy asked, you simply shook your head, “You’ve got bad posture though.” Lo’ak heard the boy fib as he trailed his hand down to your back, he pushed on your soft skin causing your chest to jut.

“You sure this is the right stance?” you asked with uncertainty, “Yeah, lemme just fix your legs.” The boy continued, “Actually she had the correct position before.” Lo’ak took all his courage and balled it up into that sentence.

Both you and the boy who’s touch still lingered on your skin casted your attention to Lo’ak , “What do you know, halfbreed?” The older boy spat. You gasped before prying his hand off your back, “Don’t call him that!” you hissed.

“It’s true, no?” The older boy kept going, “Stop, his father is Olo'eyktan!” you warned, “Leave him alone.” you finalized with a scowl, the older boy grunted before walking away.

You shook your head before turning to Lo’ak who looked at you, almost lovingly, you could come up with anything to say so you just looked into his eyes as your chest begun to feel weighty, your throat felt oddly dry and your face felt scalding.

You coughed straightening your back sheepishly while turning away from him, continuing your practice.

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You didn’t know what had happened, or how it happened, how he came to be this way, his good boy phase was apparently over, the shy and sensitive Lo’ak you knew before was defunct.

He took this role of the family’s rebel, the bad boy, in your honest opinion, he seemed more like his family’s screw up than whatever bad boy image he tried to achieve.

You found yourself growing closer to him, not so much for Neteyam, you had different reasons for each brother. Neteyam was growing busy and barely had time for friends however you both were still close ,just not as close as compared to old times.

For Lo’ak, he begun corresponding to your energy, for every insult you threw he’d exchange an even more disrespectful one, which started to annoy you because sometimes they were way out of line.

Irritatingly, your relationship was something indescribable, you sort of hated him, or did you, because he’d always make your heart skip a beat and your face heat up whenever he was close to you.

Or whenever your friends would tease you about him.

“Hey, five-fingers, where’re you going?” You questioned, “The lab.” he responded whilst turning to you, you couldn’t help but appreciate the size he was now, almost towering over you, his voiced deepened and surely didn’t sound the same way he sounded two years ago, his chiseled chest and stomach and instead of having a full head of braids like Neteyam he halfway shaved both sides above his ear.

“Why do you wanna come with me?” He asked with a sly smile, “I’d rather not go into that alien ship.” You scoffed, with steady eyes, Lo’ak examined your body, “You look different.” He comments, the skin above your eyes raise and you feel heavy all of a sudden.

“‘Think your chest got flatter.” He judged with a chuckle, “You’re disgusting.” You say before attempting to walk away, he grabbed you just below your shoulder, yanking you forward. “C’mon, I gotta show you something.” He urged.

“But I don’t wanna.” You whined, he pulled you by your hand, leading you into the lab, opening the door and quickly shutting it once you’re inside. “I swear Lo’ak if you’re trying to kill me.”

“I’d probably do other things to you before killing you.” He muttered with a straight face, “Nasty.” you pushed his back as he led you into a room.

“‘Kay, hold on.” He told you while pulling two chairs, the room was not too big, dimly lit with purplish-white lighting, leaned to the wall was a table with at least four black screens. “C’mon.” He patted the chair beside him.

“Norm showed me.” he eagerly professed, you took a set next to him, feeling your body sink into the soft material, you looked upon the table eyeing the rectangular object which had keys of letters on it.

Lo’ak pressed the blank long key located at the bottom, one of the black screens quickly lit up, “What’s PornHub?” You asked, “Uh, I dunno Norm showed me something called PacMan I think this is like the same thing.” Lo’ak recalled.

Lo’ak click the space bar once again, and the screen begun to move, “How is it moving?” You asked, “You talk too much.” Lo’ak criticized.

The both of you watched as one of the sky people came onto the screen, she wore minimal clothes, “Where’s the button to go forward.” Lo’ak questioned himself while examining the keyboard, “Is this the PacMan?” You questioned, with a singular finger Lo’ak clicked a button and the video changed.

The human was screaming as another human banged her from the behind, Lo’ak’s eyes widened and you instantly begun yelling, you leaned back, falling off the inconvenient small chair, prurient sounds came out of the screen as Lo’ak clicked every button to make it stop.

Soon Norm entered the room, running up to the desktop and shutting it off. “What’s going on here?” Norm asked as his face changed into a deep red color, “I was trying to show her Pac-Man!” Lo’ak defended himself, you rose from the ground.

“Did she die?” You asked, Norm looked between the two na’vi, “A—Just get out.” Lo’ak pulled on your wrist as he dragged you out the lab.

Both of you were out of breath when you came out the lab, Lo’ak’s hand still wrapped around your wrist, resultantly, you yanked your hand out of his, creating distance between both of you.

Lo’ak looked back at the lab, “Shit, I’m going back there tonight.” He expressed enthusiastically with a smirk, you huffed out a breath, “I hate you” you began, taking a second to exhale once again, “So much.” You finished.

“So that’s what they call it, I knew that word sounded familiar.” Lo’ak spoke to himself, “I wonder what your father would think of this.” You mutter. Lo’ak only scoffed, “C’mon don’t kill my mood with your bitching.” Lo’ak uttered.

“We can try out that position if it’ll make you feel better.” Lo’ak smirked, “Hell no, the lady was screaming, I’m sure that would probably hurt.” You scrunched your face.

“She’s screaming cuz’ it was feeling too good.” He explained shamelessly, “What do you know about women, the only vagina you were ever in was your mother’s.” you replied.

“Haha.” Lo’ak sarcastically laughed, “I could be in yours.” He followed up saying, “I’d rather have fruit flies eat my organs.” You remarked.

“I’m sure your mom would let me hit.” Lo’ak joked as you both began to walk to your homes, you rolled your eyes at his immature, boyish behavior, “I’m sure Neteyam would let me hit.” You parroted, suddenly Lo’ak tensed and his jaw clenched.

He walked forward quickening his pace, “Oh Eywa, Lo’ak I’m joking.” You groaned, “I hate when you do this.” You yell when the distance between both of you only swelled.

You rolled your eyes, taking a turn to your home.

When Lo’ak entered his family’s abode, Jake’s eyes pointed on his figure, “Where were you?” Jake questioned while sharpening a spear, “With a friend.” Lo’ak said in an annoyed tone, “And what you and your friend fought? Or is it the teenage hormones giving you that attitude?” Jake questioned.

Lo’ak clenched his jaw, dropping his pride, “How do you know if a girl likes you?” Lo’ak asks, Jake’s eyebrows immediately raise and Neytiri pokes her head up from the hammock. Lo’ak automatically regrets speaking.

“Uh well–“ Jake sighs, “Who is the special girl, Lo’ak?” Neytiri immediately emerges from the hammock standing next to her youngest son. “Nevermind.” Lo’ak quickly shrugs off before exiting his dwelling once again.

Both his parents give each other a knowing look before continuing their activities.

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The following day the young hunting group decided amongst themselves to organize themselves into groups of two, to find some fruits since the village had recently been low in stock.

You stood between Lo’ak and Neteyam, clearly set on picking Lo’ak, “Hey, wanna be my partner.” Neteyam asked convivially, “Sure.” You matched his energy however the sudden heat you felt behind your head made you reassess your recent decision.

You turned your head, taking a peak of Lo’ak, who sent you a dirty look, when Neteyam left your side to get some baskets as well as other hunting equipment, Lo’ak grabbed your wrist.

“What?” You questioned, Lo’ak knew exactly what he wanted to say and how he was going to say it, however embarrassment washed over him, leaving him just staring at you angrily.

“Look I’m not trying to fuck your brother, I mean even though he’s like perfect, I’m good.” you made yourself clear, “Go ahead, I don’t care what you do.” Lo’ak almost shouted, “So I have your permission?” You ask just to fuck with him.

Lo’ak’s eyes showed a sign of sudden regret, “Alright then.” You say with fake assurance, before Lo’ak could even speak you already found your way at Neteyam’s side, rubbing your hand on his bicep while taking the bow into your other hand.

When everyone finally split up into groups of two Lo’ak picked some random younger boy, his mind was taken over by rage and jealously.

“I found one!” The small boy said to Lo’ak, “That’s a rock you dumba—“ Lo’ak stopped himself, the pair walked deeper into the forest looking for any sign of ripe fruits.

“Look!” The small boy pointed to a tree adorned with bright pink oval shaped fruits, the boy immediately took the bag from Lo’ak’s grip and climbed the tree like an animal ripping the fruit from its branch.

Lo’ak sighed before walking deeper into the forest, however not too far from where he could remember, thoughts flooded his mind of what you were possibly doing now.

And as if Eywa was hearing his desperation he ran into someone’s chest, earning a light groan as he raised his head, “Can you watch where you’re walking.” You spat, Lo’ak felt his eyes light up for a small second, before the doom of his said words came right back to him.

“Where is your–“ before you could finish Lo’ak looked around, “Where is my brother?” , you sighed at his question, “Dunno, I lost him, took a turn and ended up here.” You admitted.

Lo’ak gave you a weird kind of giddy look, “So sad, I lost him before I got to fuck him.” You laughed, upon noticing the sorrowful expression latched onto Lo’ak’s face you frowned.

“I really hate you sometimes.” You look up to him through your eyelashes, biting your lip while placing your hand on the skin where Lo’ak’s neck connected to his shoulder, slowly you brought your face to his. Planting your lips onto his in a swift motion, taking in his soft but also chapped lips.

You placed both your hands on either side of his neck, you felt him back away in shock for a second before giving in, wrapping his arms around your waist, he pulled you closer while angling his face to fully indulge in your soft lips .

You softly groaned onto his lips, feeling the slit between your legs dampen, you pulled away, lips departing as you pushed down his shoulders, he quickly sat on the forest floor, letting the grass poke under his thighs.

You place your knees on either side of one of his thigh, sitting on it before latching your lips onto his once again, he grabbed your hips, pulling you into his clothed crotch.

Your knees pulled together as you slowly used your ass to smoothen his loincloth, you moved your lips onto his neck, dotting kisses onto the sensitive skin, making him wince when you begun sucking that particular spot.

He used his hands to push you onto his crotch and you felt something rise below your ass, “Take it off.” he instructed, you looked down at his loincloth, watching as he untied it and allowed you to slowly pull it off, throwing it to the side.

His large baby blue cock sprung free, hitting his toned stomach, his length on full display only made your pussy dampen even more, without a warning you eagerly pulled off everything, Lo’ak relished himself in the teasing feeling as your top dropped beside him.

In one swift motion, he gripped the sides of your face capturing your lips, “I love you so much.” He panted, “And I fucking need you.” He groans as his intensely hard cock pulsed for attention.

“You sure you wanna?” He asks, you only hummed in response as you turned yourself around, your plump, curvaceous ass faced him which only caused his cock to tense.

Grabbing his dick, stroking him before guiding the tip to your wet pussy, slowly rubbing yourself with his cock, you heard him groan and you turned your head, watching as he looked directly at your back, face scrunching in pleasure.

Slowly you sunk into him, your soft ass touched the skin where his cock met his lower stomach. Sitting between his thighs you placed your hands on either one of his thighs, hauling yourself up, so that only his tip stood inside you.

With one quick drop, you anchored yourself down onto him, gasping when you suddenly felt that fullness, it made a rush of pleasurable sensations poke at your body.

Lo’ak’s eyebrows raised and he clenched his jaw, “Fuck, y’feel too good.” Lo’ak praised, your hum of pleasure slowly turned into a loud moan when you begun to bounce on his dick.

With every time his dick slid up your walls and touched that spongy spot inside you, you couldn’t suppress the raunchy sounds which Lo’ak caused as his cock was deep inside your aching, wet pussy.

Your ass slapped the skin between his thighs and his hands found their way to your sides, assisting in hoisting yourself up his dick and slowly sliding down.

He groaned and suddenly felt a rush of tingles which led him to thrusting his hips forwards and fucking up into you, digging his dick deeper into you.

With a quick motion, he grabbed your sides, slipping himself out of you, pushing your chest to the forest floor, you propped yourself onto your elbows as you looked back at him quickly sliding into you, your already wet cunt allowed him to guide himself into you with ease.

He grabbed your hips and he pounded into you, sending waves of pleasure washing through your entire body, causing something inside your lower stomach to pulse.

Lo’ak brought his foot to dig into the soil beneath him and his knee pushed down onto the ground, anchoring his body weight as he angled himself to thrust deep into your sopping, needy pussy.

“Oh fuck.” You moaned when he touched that one spot which made your knees tremble and your back arch. “Fuck I’m gonna cum.” you groaned, he only thrusted deeper and harder into you, ensuring that you were a bawling mess around his dick.

When his thrusts came into a slow pace, your walls pressed around his cock as you let loose, cumming all over his cock. “Oh fuck.” your tired voice barely made way out of your throat as you descended.

You pushed your ass back onto him, burying his cock deep inside you as you felt his cock tense, you felt him pull out and you looked back where he jerked himself off, his pink tip leaking with cum, he continued to rub in a quick pace, letting excess strings of his white, sticky cum ooze out.

His breaths were quick and unsteady, he pulled your hip to sit on his lap as he caught his breath, “Oh shit, did that just happen.” Lo’ak muttered in an amused tone as you leaned forward to pick your top from the floor.

Lo’ak snatched it out of your hands, helping you clothe yourself. Once you were fully clothed, he slipped on his loincloth, pulling on your wrist as you both walked out the forest.

“I look alright, right?” You asked lightly panicked, Lo’ak looks at your messed up hair, the dirt on your stomach and the missing pieces of your top. “Yeah, just say you got attacked by something.” He assured while fixing his loincloth.

When both of you emerged from the bushes, the only person was Neteyam and Lo’ak’s hunting partner. Neteyam gave you a confused look before widening his eye, “Tell them what you saw.” Neteyam asked the younger boy.

“Lo’ak was hurting her, he had her on the ground and she was screaming.” The small boy pointed, “Go home.” Neteyam told the small boy before casting a disappointed gaze upon the both of you.

[lixiemissexotic]

More eren x Caribbean girlfriend pleaseeeeee

����𝗼𝐮 𝐌𝐞 𝐋𝐮𝐯 #!

𝐧𝗼𝐭𝐞𝐬⤷ y’all melted my heart when I posted pt.1. y’all don’t know how happy it makes me to know that you feel represented. hope y’all like this one 🥹💕! apologies for the late response but classes have been kicking my ass. anywayss like always repost and comment if y’all like it. 🫶🏽

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝗼𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬⤷ 𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐭.𝐭𝐰𝗼

HARDCORE SHENSEA STAN just know “if yuh dis shenyeng a buss head”! he knows every lyric to ever song. when you saw one of your male friends in public and gave him a hug before returning to eren he gave a side eye and started singing “this an original sideman song mi open up mi feeling to a next man gyal” before he bursted out laughing.

loves fried plantains, hates frying plantains. it’s like an unspoken rule that he is not going to fry them without supervision. all because of the time he was watching them fry and his phone rang to he picked it up for like 2 minutes and when he got back they were burnt. He was sooo mad. frying plantains is like ptsd for him now lol, but he devours that shit.

he loves taking you on boat rides so you guys can snorkel and watch fish together. he’s a really good swimmer and has a thing for the water.

this hungry ahh eren. he is a foodie fss. he randomly craves fried bread fruit and cold tampering juice at random times. like in the middle of the night, one time your phone rang and it was a video all from eren and as soon as you answers it was him outside next to a tree saying “ i’m deadass about to climb a breadfruit tree right fucking now” and you were half asleep confused as fuck because who the fuck wakes their girlfriend up to say shit like that.

he lives for a good family beach party. when your family decide to load up the vehicle with a grill and cooler to head to the beach there’s always an invite for eren to be there. he catches fishes on the rocks with your uncles and helps your aunts clean them. he’s very helpful and respectful that’s why your family has taken such a liking to him. he makes a firee fish sauce, he can also grill really well.

surprisingly he’s really good a cricket, you though he was more of a football person until you saw his hit a six out of the yard. he plays cricket with your uncles and cousins all the time. when it’s cricket season he’s got tickets to every match. he even flew the two of you out to watch a match.

round di island fienddd he loves visiting all the cool places around the island. he loves the adventure and being able to gain knowledge about where you’re from. plus he gets to blast music while driving around so that’s a bonus.

spicy mango in sauce and mango chutney is one of his favorite things to exist. it’s one of yours too so there’s always some sort of spicy mango chutney laying around. ever since your mom taught him how to make it it’s been his favorite snack.

he loves water and parties so yk ehat that means, he obviously loves a wet fette. he pulls up with his shorts, sunglasses and cold Heineken in one hand and the other around your waist ready to party.

frozen homemade sorrel on holidays have his heart. he knowsss it’s an important ass occasion when there’s sorrel around. he drinks his weight in sorrel, spice rum, and peanut punch during the holidays.

© 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝗼 𝐥𝐢𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐠𝗼𝐝. 𝐂𝗼𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝗼𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝗼𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝗼𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝗼𝐧 𝗼𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝗼𝐫𝗺𝐬.

[snoopy333]

Be Mine

Tsu’tey x dreamwalker reader

same thing with word count haha😂

pt.2 to ‘come back to me’

Warnings: smut 18+, swearing , Mentions of anxiety

NOT PROOFREAD

Overview: After Tsu’tey heals from the war, Y/n and Tsutey become closer than before…

His healing journey was one of a true warrior. One day he could barely eat and the next he was forcing himself to stand. You stayed by his side, jumping into his arms with every achievement inevitably apologizing as you forgot his injuries.

After the war you and Jake were truly accepted into the Omaticaya. You both crossed over into your Avatar bodies becoming a true navi. You were both showered with love and acceptance feeling a warmth you never truly felt. You became an official healer studying non stop to truly become the best you could be .

The weeks pasted and you and Tsu’tey grew closer together. His gestures became more apparent in public. His arm always around your waist. Kisses planted on your forehead whenever he greets you. And then the proper courting began.

Each morning a basket was left in front of your hut. Filled with different greenery and sometimes supplies you needed to make your pastes,Sometimes fruit to get you through your day. Regardless he never failed to keep a smile on your face. “goodmorning yawne.” He said reaching his arm around you as you arrived at breakfast. “ What does the day look like for you today?” He said sitting with you. “I have some gathering to do and then i should be free later tonight.” His smile brightened tail swinging a bit. “I will come to get you after!”

It was like everyone could tell what was going to happen but you. Neytiri watched holding in her giggles as she nudged jake who nudged the rest of your friends. You knew how mating worked and you were aware you were being courted but you had no idea what was to come.

The day had passed and the tasks of the day tired you out. As you began to walk to your hut that’s familiar voice graced your ears again, “finally y/n , you work too hard.” He said waiting for you leaning against a tree ahead of you. You smile sleepily “I work to hard?”, you laughed “look whos talking.” He smiled reaching a hand out to you , “you still up for tonight..?”he asked almost nervously. “Of course!” You said happily wrapping your fingers in his.

“I wanted to take you to a place i think could truly soothe you, and connect us.” He looked down to you a smile tugging at his lips . Through all of his gestures and his courting you always remember how he would scowl at you in the beginning. Remembering the look of distaste that always painted his face, and you remember how no matter how angry he looked you always thought he was so cute. “Tsu’tey im so happy i met you.” Your grip tightened on him as you walked.

You noticed where you were going. The place you first bonded. You had sat alone after leaving home tree wanting to get away from the noise of the festival that was happening. You had never felt more alone then ever, Jake had bonded with Neytiri, spending most of his time with her and you were left alone. Though you were acquainted with a few people in big gatherings your anxiety still surfaced. You sat on a rock that was more like a small ledge. It was over a hot spring and you sat with yourself humming and watching the water. “What are you doing alone this late?” Tsu’tey huffed shocking you from your daze.

You remember this day like yesterday. You remember how he sat next to you and let you speak all of your feelings. You two shared stories your sure no one else had heard. “And then Jake got mad at everyone else because he fell !” you two laughed holding youre stomachs. One of the only genuine laughs you had shared since you were on pandora

Now you walked together again. Climbing to that ledge. He helped you up his large hand on your waist making your stomach flutter. He watched your figure above him, helping himself up after. You sat on the ledge swinging your feet looking up to him. “I am forever grateful to have met you y/n, you are a true gift.” His eyes looked into yours with a deeper anticipation painting his face. You had never seen him nervous before, it was cute in a way. You turned to him moving to sit on your knees, “ i am grateful as well tsu’tey, you mean so much to me. I dont think you have any idea how it felt to almost lose you. Your hand held his cheek. “That is the thing..” he started “I know exactly the fear you felt. I face it every day that i dont make you mine.” He placed his hands onto your waist. “Y/n you have become my world, The last thing i see when i close my eyes. And the first thing i think of when i awake. You cared for me endlessly in my worse time. When i was half a man.Please be my mate, I promise to take care of you. I promise to provide all i can for you and the family we create, Please be mine” He said his eyebrows furrowed doing his best to get his words out.

His hands held onto you almost helplessly as you smiled and nodded over and over. Your smile brighter than the first star. “Ive been yours since the day i laid eyes on you.” His eyes lit up pulling you into a bear hug. His large frame engulfing your smaller one. You let your legs fall over his sitting in his lap for the first time. “I am yours, forever”. His hold on you tight like a longing that has finally been filled. You pulled his braid to the front of him , pulling yours over your shoulder as well. “Are you ready?” he asked holding his queue.

Just then you made tsaheylu. You felt and seen all of him. Almost like you truly became one. All you could do was look into his eyes. Holding onto his face as you began to fill dizzy with love. His lips grazed over yours, noses touching together before you both engulfed each other in a fiery kiss. You felt his warm lips press against yours, His sweet tongue exploring the cavern of your mouth. The way his hands traveled your waist. It was all too much.

His hands dipped lower until he was guiding your hips to rock over his. “Is this okay yawne?” He said almost breathless leaving kisses down your neck as your cunt started to flutter. “y-yes yesss.” You let yourself rut against him. “F-fuckk, yawnetu i gotta take us home”.He said as he felt his loincloth tighten. He stood carrying you. You could swear you had never seen him move so fast. He rushed through the village ignoring all the funny looks until you two reached his hut.

The next thing you knew you were sitting on his cot, lips attacking each others. He undid your top leaving kisses down your neck. “Youre so beautiful y/n..” he places kiss over your chest “my beautiful girl.” Your lips met each others again. You reached up undoing his neck piece, pulling it from his neck.

He laid you down the correct way. Situating himself between your legs and kissing over your collar bones. He reached for your loincloth untying it. And you untied his , the both of you scanned each others bodies almost desperately.

“My girl..” Was all he could utter.Kissing down your stomach slowly,repeating “you’re my girl..”.. “all mine..” He kissed over your cunt rubbing over your thighs. He pushed one of your legs over letting his tongue lick between your sopping folds. “Tsu’tey ahh~” You whimper letting your hands fall to his hair. “Thats right yawne say my name.” Before another whine could leave your mouth he was eating you out like a starved man. His tongue swirling around your clit, Soft lips sucking just right. It drove you crazy.

He let one finger sink into you. He wanted to do everything to you. But he wanted you comfortable more. “Hows this ma y/n ?” he asked thrusting his finger in slowly curling it up a bit. “G-good~ F-fuck!” He smirked at the state you were in adding another finger.

Before you could cum he made sure to pull away. He wanted to see you in a desperate state. He held your hips pulling away. He flipped you onto your hands and knees all too well. “Poke it out for me yawne, i know you know how.” He said stroking himself. You got into position arching your back well for him letting your chest touch the covers. You rocked your hips a bit for him. “Like this ma Tsu’tey?”. You knew using little pet names got him going so this was just the cherry on top to your cunt leaking in front of him.

“Oh y/n, im gonna fuck a baby into you girl.” It was the last thing you heard before you back was being beat in. His hard cock thrashing against your walls making your body shutter. His hand gripping your waist tightly pulling your small frame back onto his cock. His mind went crazy watching your ass bounce against him. Feeling your slick coat his balls. “Fuck~ this is all mine, Youre all mine.”

You had never been fucked so good. You made sure to fuck him back,bouncing back on each thrust. “Aah!! Tsu’tey !!” You felt him deeper once he pushed your knees apart a bit more, earning a new angle. Once you got closer your noises became incoherent. You babbled on in on trying to tell him how close you were.

“Yeah my love, Youre gonna cum for me?” he said making sure to let his tip rub against that gummy spot in your deep walls. “Come on yawne, let it all out”. Your moans were loud enough you’re sure the whole village could hear. You let yourself unravel and he did the same letting incoherent navi mutters slip from his tongue. “F-fuck.. my girl..my pussy~”.

Once you both finished it definitely wasn’t over. It went on like this, every position you could think of all night. You never thought he could do you like this but thank god you were finally his…

“Shanite!! Yousa!! Enough!!!” You shouted at your children. They were preteens now but still bickered like small children. “But mom he always tries to steal my things !” Yousa shouted which Shanite came back with a louder comeback. “Enough!” Your mate shouted over your shoulder. “Your mother asked you to stop all this yelling, youll stress her.” He placed a hand on your baby bump “Take it outside!” He leant down to kiss your head. “Goodmorning yawne, im sorry the boys awoke you this way again.” he chuckled lightly “It is time for me to go do morning trainings are you gonna be okay, You know i dont like to leave you alone…

//this was soo longgg🥱… i was typing this all dayy i hope you guys liked it though♥️\\

[linnorabeifong]

Some Adorable Linzin

This work still needs some major editing and I have a love-hate relationship with it. Might delete parts, can't decide whether or not to write part two.

"Heels"

Tenzin always felt something for Lin. From the moment she was born he was infatuated with her. She was his favorite playmate, his first friend. Even as a toddler he would follow after her as she clumsily stumbled and wobbled about the island.

She was his closest friend when he was a boy. He would find her up a tree after one of her frequent arguments with Su and use his airbending to propel himself up onto the limb next to her. She would shoot him a jealous glare that would soften when he produced mangoes from the pockets of his robes. Every time she would smile and thank him, “My favorite ! You remembered.” she would squeal excitedly before biting into the fruit and letting the juices dribble down her chin. They would spend hours up in their own little world above everyone laughing and holding hands.

She returned the favor, arriving at the island with pastries she had made herself. Offering him the pineapple buns. The golden patterned crust is crispy and covered in crunchy sugar crystals; the bun underneath is soft. He asks her where she learned to bake like this, and she tells him all about a book of recipes she found at the library. He loves the way she speaks with her hands, so animated and excited. He bites into another bun. Them being made by her hands make them infinitely sweeter. She begins bringing them more regularly and they quickly become a favorite breakfast, buttered up and unceremoniously dunked into mugs of milk tea.

His heartbeat fluttered as they sparred. He could see her muscles tense as she created a wall of earth and pushed it towards him, hoping to break his concentration. He sidesteps easily, and uses his airbending to try and sweep her feet from underneath her. Her horse stance is too stable for him to succeed. “That old trick twinkletoes ?” she says. She knocks him over with a clod of earth to the shin. “Stop making this so easy for me” she groans. He smiles, she is right where he wants her. If his bending won’t work he’ll win this match the old fashioned way. He grabs at both of her ankles and pulls her down with him. They roll about on the ground until finally she claims victory. She gets up and parts her lips, showing him her teeth. He stands and shakes her hand “Good match” he says, “likewise airhead” she says pressing her hand against the new tattoo on his forehead before grabbing her things.

Citrus season comes and Tenzin climbs the trees around the island. Using his airbending to reach the very tops where the largest juiciest fruits await him. He spends hours filling baskets, then makes his way to her apartment, knocking politely before bestowing his gift upon her. She grins at him and bows her head as she accepts it. Something about the way her lips purse as she enjoys the sour fruit makes his heart race. The way she hums her satisfaction, before handing him the other half of her snack made him desperate for air. The way she makes eye contact with him as she sucks a grapefruit dry. Tilting her head, glancing at him curiously through her heavy lashes, when he explains that they are too bitter for his liking. It all enchants him.

She reciprocates, bringing him to Narook’s for some noodles with a few of her friends. Two chatty girls greet him politely, and a stocky boy eagerly shakes his hand. Then a stranger nods at him and steals his seat right next to Lin.

Apparently he is her boyfriend, some shifty fire bender who never took his hands off her. Draping an arm over her delicate shoulders, a hand holding hers, fingers reaching underneath the table for her shapely calves or shockingly a palm resting on her thigh. Blatant. Suggestive even. Some would say possessive. Tenzin is red with rage, who does this man think he is ? Just touching Lin Beifong like that. Casually. In public. Does he have no concern for her reputation ?

She giggles. Lin Beifong giggles. A sound he hasn’t heard in years. The boy looks at him grinning before he wraps his arms around her waist. She bats at his hands playfully before returning to the story she was telling. Tenzin makes eye contact with the bastard again. In spite of his vow of pacifism, he wants to connect his knuckles with the cad’s jaw.

“Got a problem ?” the boyfriend growls at him. “Kenny be nice,” Lin says, placing her hand gently on his arm. Then she takes her other hand and places it on his jaw. The jaw Tenzin wanted to break. She rubs her thumb across his stubble, then boops his nose with her pointer finger and laughs. A delicate, feminine sound. A sound that scoundrel doesn’t deserve to hear. She leans into him, pressing her chest against his “Remember what I said earlier,” she says softly before whispering in his ear. She is not loud enough for anyone at another table to hear her but unfortunately not quiet enough for Tenzin to miss what she said: “Bad boys don’t get dessert”. Tenzin thinks he is growing to be sick all over the table after hearing those words from her lips. Those indecent words directed at such a filthy lowlife.

One uncomfortable hour later the meal is finally over, thank the spirits. On their way out she grabs him by the wrist and takes him aside, “Sorry about Ken being an ass earlier, he’s just jealous because he thinks you have a crush on me. Silly, right ?”

It was silly, right ? He most certainly does not have a crush on her. That is a ridiculous notion.

A few months later the boy dumps her.

Over summer Lin joins the police academy, hoping to follow in her mother’s footsteps.

One day he bumps into her. Lin is walking to the university for a guest lecture and Tenzin just so happens to be attending the same one. He walks behind her. Noticing the way she swung her hips and swayed as she walked. She is graceful in a peculiar way. Short strides, quick steps, she looks like she is floating. He had never noticed it before but now her walk is accentuated by the little heels she is wearing. Her well turned ankles are on full display. His throat runs dry.

He catches up to her and they talk on the way to class. During the lecture he is distracted. Instead of listening to the difference between Malum Prohibitum and Malum in se he is admiring the way her pencil skirt clung tightly to her curves. The way the pink blouse she is wearing is exposing her long lovely neck and sharp collarbones.

Her soft hands brush against his when she reaches for a pen. She begins quickly jotting down notes. He reaches out for her free hand, intertwining his fingers with her delicate slender ones. She smiles at him. He looks at her hand in his. They fit together perfectly.

Bumi visits the city while he is on leave for a few days and drags him to a fire-nation bar. While Bumi is ordering his second whiskey Tenzin notices her drinking with the other recruits. She is obviously drunk. Laughing too loud at the jokes, nearly falling out of her seat. Some man Tenzin recognized reaches out a hand to keep her from falling off the stool. He returns to his conversation with Bumi. He turns his head when he hears whooping and cheering. The men had convinced her to go out on the dance floor. A slow song was playing. Lin was performing a fire nation dance. Her steps are careful and slow. She shakes her hips suggestively. The other recruits begin whistling. She shakes her head at them before resuming her dance. She quickly spins. Then she holds her arms up over her head and begins moving her hips in a circle. She speeds up and gets lower and lower. Tenzin is convinced that she is the only woman outside of Ember Island that can move like that, so smooth, so fluid. The entire bar is watching and cheering. Tenzin is entranced. She has slowed the motion down, holding her position for a few moments before the music speeds up again. She gets up and finishes her dance.

“Oh you’ve got it bad for Beifong” Bumi teases him. “I don’t” Tenzin insists “Tenzin you’ve been staring the entire time we’ve been here” Bumi counters. Tenzin flushes. Had he really been that obvious ? “Go on, go ask her to dance,” “I’m not a good dancer” “She’s good enough for both of you”

Bumi pushes him towards the dance floor despite his protests.

“That was amazing,” he says. “Would’ve been better if I had my fans,” she responds.

Lin smiles at him. “Dance with me ?” he asks hesitantly. She nods. He places his hands on her waist, she shakes her head before taking them and placing them on her hips “this is how they do it on Ember Island,” she explains. The dance starts slow and awkward. Lin steps on his toes multiple times, she really is drunk. Eventually Tenzin remembers the dance he learned on vacation long ago. He doesn’t remember it being done with the partners so close. He won’t complain about her warm body being pressed against his though. Her face is buried in the crook of his neck. She is tired. They fall into a rhythm. Swaying together against the music. Chest to chest. He spins her a few times. Then as the end of the song approaches he dips her. He can hear the gasp leave her lips. He holds her in that leaned back position for a moment.

“If you drop me Twinkle Toes…” she threatens. “I won't,” he promises.

He pulls her back up against him. She stumbles and he quickly catches her.

“See, I would never let you fall,” “Promise ?” “Promise”

It is getting late and the bar is closing now. Everyone is heading home. Lin is stumbling, her heels do little to help her. Her shoe is caught on the uneven asphalt, her ankle twists unnaturally. She hisses in pain. Tenzin catches her again. She heads over to a bench, sits and reaches down to take off her shoes.

“Allow me,” Tenzin says, removing the heels. Holding them by the straps with one hand. Tenzin then scoops her up bridal style.

“Tenzin what on Kyoshi’s earth are you doing ?” “Carrying you home,” “I can walk” “Barefoot ?” “Yes” she says like it is the most obvious thing on the earth. “You could step on broken glass” “I won’t, I’ve walked around the city barefoot my whole life” “Why do you do that ?” he asks. He genuinely wants to know. It’s a peculiar habit and a dangerous one with how dirty the streets are. “It makes me feel grounded. I'm closer to the earth. I can hear it better, and I can’t use my seismic sense with shoes on” she explains.

He realizes now how vulnerable she is in his arms. Up in the air, away from her own element. If he falls she can’t catch herself. She can’t feel her surroundings, or the vibrations of the ground. Can’t sense his heartbeat or anyone approaching. She is stripped of one of her senses. Vulnerable. Yet she trusts him because if she really wanted down she would be.

She curls up against him, he can feel her heartbeat. Fast, nervous. ‘Is this what seismic sense is like?’ he wonders. He readjusts her in his arms and begins walking. She shivers. She isn’t dressed for the nippy autumn weather at all, he wishes he had a jacket he could toss over her.

Lucky for him he doesn’t have to carry her very far, she lives in the area. Getting her to her apartment building is an easy task… getting her into her apartment not so much. He has to carry her up two flights of stairs.

“Tenzin, you can put me down now” “Nonsense” “Tenzin, I’m heavy” “No, you’re not” he says, panting despite being only halfway there.

Eventually, they reach her apartment. Tenzin still won’t let her down. She sighs, and gives him her key. He manages to unlock the door and push it open with his foot without dropping her or her shoes.

Toph is sitting on the sofa waiting for them. “So, you finally brought someone home. I was beginning to wonder when you’d get over that boy” “Mom,” Lin says incredulously. “It’s not like that, Miss.Beifong, she injured her ankle,” Tenzin quickly explains. “Call me chief or Toph, airhead” she says before her lips curl into a devilish grin. “You and twinkle toes, huh ?” she inquired. “We’re not together, mom,” Lin insists. “Uh-huh. Have fun, use protection and be quiet, your sister is sleeping,” “Mom !” Toph just laughs and heads off to her room.

Tenzin lays Lin down on the sofa, and places her shoes at the door. Grabbing ice from the fridge he notices her attempting to get up. He stops her with a glare before looking over her ankle and placing the ice on it. It’s beginning to swell. She grits her teeth. “I’m no healer, but I think it’s sprained,” he says as he takes her foot in his hand and rotates her ankle, trying to see the range of motion. She grunts. He heads into her bathroom and fetches some bandages from the medicine cabinet. He removes the ice and tightly wraps her ankle. He can hear his mothers words in his head, guiding him through it, ‘compression should lessen the swelling’. Who knew that all the time spent watching his mother at work would come in handy ?

Lin looks anxious. “You should probably go see my mom in the morning and take it easy for a few weeks,” he explains. “What ? I can’t. I have my fitness test next week” he shakes his head at her. “Take it easy, doctor’s orders”. “Thank you, Tenny,” she says after a long pause. She hadn’t called him that in a long time. Not since they were little.

“You’re welcome,” he responds as he places the bag of ice in the fridge and heads for the door. “Tenzin, what’re you doing ? It's midnight there are no ferries,” She was right of course, and he hadn’t brought his glider. “Why don’t you stay the night ? We can have a sleepover like when we were kids” she continues. Toph was already making insinuations, he can’t imagine what she’ll say if he stays the night, but he has no choice. “Alright, thank you Linny,” he responds.

With that matter settled Lin heads to the restroom to get ready for bed. Tenzin follows suit after she is done. He is just about to fall asleep on her sofa when he hears her calling for him.

He opens the bedroom door to find her in her pajamas underneath a mountain of blankets. “Tenzin, do you mind lying with me ? I can’t sleep,” She says. She stares at him, waiting for an answer, worrying her lip with her teeth. She never did like to sleep alone. Tenzin remembers how whenever she had to stay on the island as a kid how she would always sneak into Kya’s bed. Every time his parents would find them snuggled up side by side.

“Why not ?”

“I’m cold and it’s too quiet,” she whispers. He wonders how anyone could be that cold in thick flannel pajamas and underneath four blankets but seeing those green eyes staring at him, he can’t help but give in. He climbs into bed. He is much too hot with his robes. He stands up. Lin reading his mind again, averts her gaze. He removes the heavy robes leaving him in only his undershirt and pants. He is fully covered but he feels naked. He settles in, careful to maintain a distance between them.

“Thank you,” “Goodnight”

He wakes up to her head on his chest and her legs intertwined with his. He can hear her breathing. See her chest rise and fall. She looks so…peaceful. He wishes he could see that expression on her face more. A soft smile, closed eyes. He does not want to hear what Toph will say. He sits, enjoying her warm weight just a little longer before he has to return to his responsibilities. After a few moments he gets up and throws his robes back on, carefully creaks open the door and closes it behind him. He uses his airbending to walk down the hallway silently.

He is nearly there. He trips on something as he reaches the door. He falls loudly. He looks down. Those damn heels. He hears footsteps. Shit. He woke her.

He looks up expecting to see a grumpy Lin, instead Toph Beifong approaches him, “Good morning to you too loverboy, looks like somebody slept well,”.

He was never going to hear the end of this.

[bugswapau]

Interview Gramble!

Time to ask the musician a few questions.

“Have time for an interview?”

Interviews are no stranger to me, partner! Hit me withcha best shot.

“Who are you?”

You’ve certainly heard my number one single, “Would You Giggle With Me”, haven’t ya?

“I had it stuck in my head for a good month.”

Y’see, Gramble Gigglefunny needs no introduction.

“Why come to Snaktooth island?”

Well, I’m here to soak up some new life experiences. To get my creative juices flowing, so to speak.

“So your juice isn’t flowing?”

Ah, well... y’know, no hit can stay on top forever, and I reckon the public weren’t crazy for “Live Like You Were Funny” or “Bring On The Giggle”. I've been accused of bein’ a one-hit wonder.

“Thoughts on Bugsnax?”

Every taste is like a stampede runnin’ rampant in my mouth! Creative energy like I've never felt before! Bugsnax are worth whatever price I gotta pay, partner.

“What price is that, exactly?”

Bugsnax are forbidden fruits, partner. I believe there’s somethin’ that keeps us from it. Someday it’ll come for me, but not before I once again astound the world!

“Why did you leave town?”

Plain n’ simple; I was followin’ Wiggle. She certainly knows her way around Snax…

“Are you using Wiggle for her food supply?”

NO! Goodness, ‘course not. I love Wiggle! I would never! She’s much too sweet, like a lil’ Sweetiefly. No, I’d never take advantage of her, even if it was easy-peasy lemon-squeezy!

“Any info on Eggabell?”

Ah, Eggabell. She and Lizbert were big fans of mine! Y’know, I met them backstage at my first farewell tour. They, uh, didn’t have passes, mind ya. Egg climbed in through the air ducts. But if someone breaks the law outta love for my music, who’m I to turn ‘em away?

“Does that happen a lot?”

Not nearly as often as I'd wish.

“What happened to Eggabell?”

That night when Egg went missin’, I ran into the woods lookin’ for her. But instead I found somethin’ terrifying towerin’ over the trees. The Queen of Bugsnax! Her screams tore at my ears, and I made a run for it!

“What is this ‘Queen of Bugsnax’ thing?”

Couldn’t say. All I saw was a fierce silhouette! But if Eggabell crossed paths with that…that THING, then I fear for her.

“Thanks, Gramble, that’s a wrap.”

Ah, nothin’ like the warmth’a free publicity. I know my tall-tale about the Queen sounds like a big load o’ hullabaloo, but I swear on my Platinum Record it’s true. If ya don’t believe me, go and see it for yerself. Now if ya excuse me, I’ve got music to make!

[kengan-daddies]

I know your gonna like this one a request for saw paing x reader (your choice I just like the idea you can pick what happens if not please ignore this 😄)

You must know me well, I did like this ask the moment I saw it (😏), I just had to think of a story but then I was 'eh, I'll just guess the story as I write like I always do.'

Our Beginning Child! Saw Paing Yoroizuka x Child! Fem Reader

Anime : Kengan Ashura Character : Saw Paing Yoroizuka Warning : Fluff, Childhood, sexism

Our Beginning Child! Saw Paing Yoroizuka x Child! Fem Reader

Our Beginning Child! Saw Paing Yoroizuka x Child! Fem Reader

The first time you met Saw Paing, you were a young girl in The Village of Dawn, Your parents owned a fruit stand, and once you were old enough, you were finally allowed to help. You loved the fruit stand, it granted you so much. Friends, meeting new people, sense of purpose, excitement, and good health. You were 7 when you first officially met him, the loudest boy in the village, he'd run around asking people if they needed to help with their heaviest items, and he was always determined to get stronger.

He ran up to your stand, a large smile on his dirty face. "HEY!! YOU GUYS NEED ANY HELP!!" You cringed at the loudness of his voice, your mother chuckled from behind you as she placed her hands on your shoulder. "Why yes we do, Saw Paing, we just got some new shipment crats and we need to fill them up with fruits, why don't you and Y/N go and fill them up and you can bring them back." She said. You didn't mind collecting fruits, it's what you and your father did all the time. His smile widened, and you stared at him in wonder. 'How much more can he smile?' You thought.

"THAT'S A GREAT IDEA!! LET'S GET STARTED THEN!!!!" He shouted as he ran off, both you and your mother leaned over the counter as you watched him run off. You sighed. "He didn't even grab a crate and he ran off in a random direction." You said, your mother chuckled. "Oh my, just like his Mother." She said in a nostalgic voice. Your mother placed a crate in your arms. "There you are, just head on down to the fruit trees, I'll send Saw Paing your way once he comes back." She said. You stared up at her with a questioning stare. "How do you know he'll come back?" You asked.

She gave you a knowing smile. "Oh trust me, I know." She said. You stared at her a little longer before you sighed, you walked out from the stand heading towards your father who was waiting for you with a few crates in his arms. You both walked to the field of fruits, fruit trees as far as the eye could see, the trees were all free for the public to use, but many people were too lazy to walk way out just for an apple or two, so they bought them from your family instead. Your father placed the crates down, one under each tree, and you placed yours down under an orange tree.

Your father had four crates and you had one which made five in total, so five trees had a crate up against their trunk, you both climbed up a tree, going high to get the best fruits, you inhaled deeply, the scent of oranges overwhelming your senses as you smiled. You pulled at a plump orange, struggling to pluck it and once it did you smiled in victory, placing it between your legs so it wouldn't roll off and you continued to do that a few more times before you were satisfied. You looked down at the six oranges, you then looked to your side, seeing the crate at the base of your tree.

One by one, you dropped the oranges down into the crate watching as they bounced a few times before they settled. You were able to pluck 12 oranges before the sound of yelling sounded out, you looked through the leaves, trying to see what was happening. "What in the?" You questioned as you watched as Saw Paing came running at you both with three crates over his head, his ever-present smile on his face as he ran towards the field. "Wow, mom was right." You said, as you watched him stand in the clearing, your father's voice ranged out, giving Saw Paing instructions on what to do, he nodded and smiled, a gremlin-like chuckle leaving him as he raced off to a tree without a crate.

You went back to what you were doing, sitting there another 3o minutes before you sighed in accomplishment. "Finally done." You said as you leaned against the thick trunk, your legs swung as you relaxed your tired arms limply in your lap. You heard shouting and you rolled your eyes. "There he goes again." You said as you listened to Saw Paing's victory shout about filling up yet another crate. "That's his fifth one in less than 30 minutes, that's wild." You said to yourself as you shook your head. You looked down at your hands. "How is he so strong?... We're like the same age." You said as you remembered what your mother taught you.

"Children and women are naturally weaker than men, it's the flow of the earth, so never feel lesser or troubled when you can't do as much as your father. Not even I can do as much as he can, I can try but I get tired much quicker than he does, so never feel weaker or more insignificant, but you're not alone." She said. You thought over her words. "But, how come I'm weaker than you then, Mama? Aren't you a girl too?" You asked her. She chuckled. "That's just simply because your muscles aren't as developed as mine are yet, all children are like that, boys and girl, hence why they always say 'Gather the women and children.'" She explained.

You sat there, listening to him yell another victory scream, you looked up from your hands, clenching your small fists. 'I'm starting to think that not everyone follows that flow of life.' You thought.

By the time the sun was beginning to set, that's when you, your father, and Saw Paing all made your way back to the fruit stand, you didn't have a crate in your arms, they were all too heavy for you to even pick them up. You looked over at your father and Saw Paing, they were each holding some crates. Your father carried six on his shoulder with ease while Saw Paing carried two on his. You stared at Saw Paing, bewildered at how he was even strong enough to even carry the crates. It almost felt unfair, seeing how strong he was... It just wasn't right...

After that, it became an endless cycle of Saw Paing coming to help once a month, he was always so eager and ready to help, always covered in dirt from helping everyone in the village with their restocks. You would go with them, and help pluck fruits but that was about it, you were starting to feel useless, you wanted to stop tagging along, it seemed pointless. You sat in the apple tree, resting your arms after pulling 13 apples nonstop, they burned and ached but you had a job to finish. You felt your thick branch shake some and you looked around in panic. 'An earthquake?' Your frantic mind thought, but then a hand grabbed onto your branch and you relaxed some, seeing Saw Paing hoist himself up on the branch, he smiled at you as he sat on it.

His legs gaped as he faced you. "Hey!! Your dad told me to come help ya!!" He said happily. You pouted at him as you crossed your arms. "I don't need any help." You said. He kept his same smile as he stared at you. "I don't make the rules, I just follow them!!.... But you do look tired." He said. You huffed as you sat up straight proving your point by grabbing a nearby apple, by twisting it a few times before you were able to pluck it off. "I'm not tired." You said beginning on the next apple. He stared at you a little longer before his smile seemed to widen. "GREAT!! I'LL HELP THEN!!" He suddenly shouted as he turned around on the branch facing away from you and he began plucking them off like grapes on a stem.

You watched as he just plucked them without a care in the world, you watched him a little longer, trying to copy him, but finding it impossible to even snatch the fruit off without weakening the stem. You wanted to cry. It wasn't fair.

Once you all made it back to the fruit stand, Saw Paing bid you all farewell as he ran off to who knows where, you were exhausted but you swore that you hadn't done anything aside from plucking a few fruits. You helped your parents close up the stand, before retiring to bed, you plopped down on your bed, sighing as you watched your dangling feet. The sound of light knocking on your door sounded out. "Y/N, sweety, can I come in?" Came your mother's kind voice. "Yeah." You said. She came in, a small smile on her face as he stared at you. "Are you upset with Saw Paing?" She asked. You looked up at her quickly, wanting to deny her claims, but the knowing look in her eyes made you sigh.

"Yeah." You said. she chuckled lightly as she walked over to your mattress, she sat down next to you, rubbing your back gently. "Oh sweety, you shouldn't feel bad, it's only natural... When I was your age, I didn't like the fact that I was getting pushed out of the way either, My brothers would take over the tasks that I used to help with. It felt so unfair... I felt useless, so I tried to prove myself, but it never worked in the end... I'd just end up tiring myself out in the end." She explained. You cringed as you thought of how tired you were earlier.

"It's okay to be weak... It's okay to not be strong... To be honest, it's the weak that makes the world spin." She said. You looked up at her, confused. "You see, the world goes around because of weak people. We make guns, knives, and armor to protect us, we make patterns, designs, and art to keep us entertained, we make technology, tools, and clothes to help us. Weak people are some of the most important people on the earth, without us, the world would be a pretty boring place." She said. You thought over her words. 'That's pretty true, a strong person doesn't need protection, they can protect themselves already, they don't need entertainment they get that from gaining strength, and they don't need help when they don't really use the stuff.' You thought.

Your mother smiles, seeing the gears in your head turning, she gives you a kiss on your forehead and a tight hug before she stands up. "Tomorrow, how about you help me make some fruit pies? Mr. Yoroizuka is going to need some for the festival." She said, your face brightened up with a smile. "OH YEAH!!! I FORGOT ABOUT THE FESTIVAL!!" You shouted as your eyes gleamed in excitement. Your mother chuckled as she walked to the door. "Get some good sleep okay? You'll need it. Goodnight, sweety." She said. You got comfortable under your blanket. "Goodnight mom." You said. She gave you one last look before she closed the door.

You lay there, looking at the stars through your window, your mind racing with thoughts from what your mother said to the festival. The sound of an excited yell sounded out over the village and you smiled to yourself. 'Maybe being weak isn't so bad.' You thought as you listened to Saw Paing's excited screams.

[moon-alight]

Hi! Could you do bf Yuma reaction to reader getting bombarded with paparazzi?

Sorry that I'm writing this so late. I try my best to be somewhat active but I worked 10 hours yesterday so I'm spent but I'll do it anyways. I made it a bit different. Instead of paparazzi it's more like bullies.

Masterlist

Diamonds - &Team Yuma

Synopsis: Your relationship with Yuma is suddenly revealed to the public and you're bombarded with bullies in school. (This story takes place in South Korea by the way, just so you know)

Warnings: fluff, stalking, slight violence, swearing, name calling, use of the word 'slut', mentions of suicide, very mean words,

Word Count: 1421

Aimi means love, beauty. It's apparently a Japanese nickname. :)

1 year. That's how long it took for people to find out who you are. It's how long it took for your name to be trending on twitter and it's how long it took for people to bash you.

1 year ago, Yuma confessed his feelings to you. Of course, you were over the moon and quickly jumped into the relationship. You've supported him through everything and now you're here.

Your phone blew up the moment you woke up. Notifications from apps and texts from friends and family got you to realize what had happened yesterday.

~~~

It's your one year anniversary. Yuma had told you he would pick you up at 7 which he did. . . 7.30. Luckily you love him so you accept the fact that he was thirty minutes late.

"I'm so sorry, I wanted to leave sooner but they wouldn't let me. I had to finish dance practice first." He looks down when he tells you this. You smile and roll your eyes.

"It's good, I understand." You reply, nicely. Yuma stares at you in disbelief.

"No, it's not."

"Yes, it is."

"Just be mad at me." Yuma suddenly says. You look at him with a grin on your face.

"What?" You ask, trying not to laugh.

"Yell at me for being late. Make me feel bad about it."

"Yuma, I understand."

"Oh no, you called me Yuma. I must've done something really bad." There he is. Your always dramatic boyfriend. You chuckle and kiss his cheek. He smirks. "Come on, Aimi, let's get going." He takes your hand and drags you down the street.

"So, what exactly are we going to do?" You ask, curiously. All Yuma had said in his text yesterday was 'be cute, as always and I'll do the rest' but it's not enough for you. You desperately wanted to know.

"That's for me to know and for you to guess." Yuma replies, cheekily. You sigh, accepting the fact that you're not going to get anything out of him.

After walking for 10 minutes, you arrive at the Han River. The sun is already going down slowly which gives a beautiful view of the now red-orangy water.

"I know it's cheesy but I didn't know what else to do, so, uh. . . here we are." You stop next to a big tree. Yuma lets go of your hand and walks over. He presses a small button and suddenly the tree lights up.

Hundreds of fairy lights decorate the branches and stump of the tree. You're staring at the yellowish lights in pure amazement. Yuma puts down the picnic blanket and pulls you down carefully until you're sitting underneath the canopy of the tree.

"Oh this was worth waiting 30 minutes." You breathe out. Yuma laughs next to you and pushes a plate with strawberries towards you. "How did you do all of this?" Yuma looks down, hiding the slight blush of embarrassment. He rubs the back of his neck with one hand.

"The guys helped a little." Yuma admits. "Nicholas climbed the tree so we could hang the fairy lights in them and Fuma found the strawberries in a small shop downtown." You smile and take one of those beautiful red fruits. You take a bite and giggle.

"Delicious." Yuma smiles at you. "Thank you for all this."

"Thank you for putting up with me for a year straight." You both laugh at his comment. "I love you, Aimi."

"I love you too."

~~~

And apparently someone had spotted you two, recognized Yuma and taken pictures from the entire night. They were posted online when you were asleep and now you have to face the consequences.

The hardest part was leaving your house. Luckily your address wasn't spoiled yet, that would've been hell.

You walk through the city on your way to school. Your heart beats in your chest rapidly. Maybe none of your classmates have twitter or maybe they don't follow kpop/jpop news as much.

Unfortunately for you, they do. When you walk through the gates, you feel the stares from everyone. You keep your head low and try to block out everything but it's getting hard when you feel like you're drowning.

As long as they only stare. . . it's fine--

"Hey J-slut!" Oh fuck. "Desperately wants to get famous so she just fucks around idols. Pathetic!" You try to ignore them but the laughs of the group and more voices make your head spiral.

"I bet she's done it with the entire group at this point!"

"She isn't even pretty!"

"You would say nobody wants a pathetic little whore like that in their lives!"

ENOUGH!

You rush inside, past all the groups of people glaring at you and hide yourself in the bathroom. You can't stop the tears from falling down your cheeks. You grab your phone out of your pocket and open WhatsApp.

You hesitate.

What if they were right? What if Yuma never wants to speak to you again now? Surely his career is more important than you, right? He's had this dream for forever and you ruin it for him in one night.

Maybe you can still fix it. Break up with him and have it be filmed and put on social media so everyone knows he's single again. Maybe that would safe his idol-career so he can continue living his dream.

Your phone rings in your hand, you look down at the caller ID and sigh. 'My love'. You decline and put your phone on silent. Maybe it will be better if you just ignore him.

After three hours of class, you have lunch break. You would usually sit with a bunch of people but they haven't even looked in your direction the whole day so you decide against it and sit alone.

"Why do you feel so entitled, huh?" A group of girls stand in front of you. You look down, continuing to poke your food. The girl scoffs. "You're ugly, sad, alone and nobody likes you. I bet that boyfriend of yours only uses your body." She leans closer. "Your pathetic fat body."

You want to reply. You really do. Come up with some amazing thing that would make her the embarrassed one but you can't. Fear stops you from doing so.

"Why don't you do everyone a favour and just kill yourself?" Tears bottle up in your eyes even if you try so hard to get rid of them.

"Ow, is the little bitch gonna cry?" Another girl asks with fake sympathy. "If you died, nobody would give a fuck. The world might even be a better place without you in it."

You stand up, showing defeat towards everyone in the cafeteria and run outside.

For the second time today, you find yourself in the school's bathroom. For the second time, you let tears block your vision but for the first time, you accept it.

What did you do?

Everyone hates you, so you must've done something, right? What did you do? Surely they can't hate you for falling in love with someone, right? Right?

You unlock your phone and see, to your surprise, 20 missed calls from Yuma and 43 text messages. Not to mention, even the other guys have tried to call and text multiple times. Why?

If nobody cares about you. . . why would they call?

You put your phone back in your pocket and stand up. Maybe skipping the last three hours isn't that bad of an idea. You take your bag off the floor and walk outside the school, all the way until you're home.

When you're safe in the comfort of your home, you listen to the voicemail Yuma had left.

"Hey, bug. I know you must be feeling terrible right now. I'm sorry I couldn't do anything to stop the article from releasing. I hope you're okay. I love you, remember that, yeah?"

You can't believe his words. Not after what those girls said sounded so real. But, another voicemail hits your inbox. . . this time from EJ.

"Hey, y/n. I know you're in school right now and I'm not trying to get you in trouble or anything but I wanted to check up on you. We're friends, you know. We all care about you. Sure, not as much as Yuma does, but we like you. You joined the family a year ago and we wouldn't change that for anything.

Hybe is currently getting all those terrible articles offline but I imagine the damage has already been done. I'm so sorry this happened. If you ever need a friend to talk to who would understand you. . . well, you have 8 who would listen to you in a heartbeat.

Just wanted to let you know that you're not alone. Also, Yuma has been a bit out of it today. Maybe it would be good to answer his calls. I'm sure you both would feel better. Much love, EJ."

You can't help but smile at this message. He's right. You're not alone. The moment your phone rings again for the umpteenth time today, you pick up.

"Hello?" Silence. "Helloo?" More silence. "Yuma, are you there?"

"I THOUGHT YOU WOULD NEVER PICK UP!!!" You quickly hold the phone away from your ear at his scream. "I though someone kidnapped and killed you or something. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." You lie. Again silence. "Yuma?" A knock on your door makes you frown. You stand up and walk over. You open the door and see Yuma stand there with a small smile on his face. You hang up the phone and stare at him.

"You're not fine." He opens his arms and without hesitation, you step into his embrace. He rubs up and down your back soothingly. His warmth calms you down. "I'm sorry I couldn't do anything."

"It's fine, whatever."

"You're home which means you skipped school." Yuma replies, pulling away from the hug. "You never skip school."

"Yeah well. . . I have never been called a whore before." Yuma's smile drops. He looks at you with sad eyes.

"They did?" You nod.

"It's not even the worst thing they've said."

"Don't listen to them, whatever they have said. . . it's not true. You are the most wonderful person. You were always there for me and the one time I should've been there for you, I wasn't."

"Maybe we should break up."

"I mean--- WHAT?!"

"I don't want to be in the way of your dreams, Yuma. Maybe we're not meant to be together." You reason. "Your dreams are more important than a relationship, right?"

"That's funny, lately I have only been dreaming about you." Your lips part in a little gasp. "Guess you're my dream now."

"Yuma--"

"I love you and I will fight for this." He says, pointing between you and him. "They will have to kill me if they want to take me away from you."

"What do I do about those bullies?" You ask, insecurely.

"Bug, you might not realize but. . ." He takes your hand and takes you towards the window in your house where the sun shines inside. The rays of sunshine hits your skin, making it look like you glow. "Your skin is made of diamond and diamonds are unbreakable." He traces the sunshine on your arm.

"Surely a bunch of words can't break through the diamonds on your skin, right?" You smile at him and shake your head. "That's my girl."

[waltwhitmansbeard]

This is not from any prompts list, and you can ignore it, but it was inspired by the date night drabble.

Could I prompt you to write about the first time Vax and Keyleth go on a date during the day after Vax gets his daylight ring in Vamp Machina?

this is the au!

She takes him to her favorite spot in the city, on the eastern edge of the large public park, where there's a spot between two majestic, twisting oaks that perfectly frames the rising sun. She doesn't know how long it's been since he's seen a sunrise. Sometimes it's better not to ask.

He's jittery, nervous, his eyes continually flicking down to the silver ring on his right hand, as if he doesn't believe it's there, as if he doesn't believe it will work. She covers his hand with hers and smiles. "You're going to be fine."

He smiles, but it's not the easy smile she's used to, curling and teasing. "I know. It's just..."

"A lot."

"A lot."

They've rolled a blanket out, a stack of morning pastries and fruit in front of them that Vax seems too anxious to eat. It's a new dynamic, his nerves and her bemused calmness. Normally he's the one talking her down from the ledge, but it's nice, being the one who is absolutely confident that everything's going to be fine.

She checks her phone—three minutes to go. She squeezes his hand. "Are you ready?"

He lets out a half-manic laugh. "Yeah. Yeah."

"Listen, if it doesn't work, I'll cover you with the blanket."

His anxiety is a surprise, really, given that he barely blinked before hurtling through the gauntlet of murderous Clasp members in order to get her and Percy out. She wouldn't've guessed that a little sunlight would cause more trepidation than that. "You think it's not going to work?"

He gives a little shrug. "No. It'll work."

A ringing endorsement. "It's okay to admit you have doubts in my and Pike's abilities."

He shoots her a look. "I do not."

"Then why are you so worried?"

His leg jiggles. His gaze shifts between her and the place where the sun is rising in mere moments. "I don't know."

She curls into his side, tips her head onto his shoulder. She's hugging his arm in both of hers. "Well, I can't wait. No more shadows for you, mister."

He huffs out another laugh, and just then, the first blood orange sliver of the sun crescents over the horizon, bathing the two of them in pale, distant light. Vax flinches on instinct—how many times in his long unlife has he pulled back a curtain a little too early, stepped a little too far from the shadow?—but...nothing. No pain, no searing along his skin, no flames. Just sunlight, radiant, piercing, and so, so colorful. It takes so little time for the orange to give way to yellows and pinks, the early clouds soft brushstrokes blending the colors together.

She doesn't see any of it. She watches his face, the tiny shifts in his eyes and mouth as the beauty of it settles over him in waves. He is awed, slack-jawed and speechless, as the sunlight reaches the parts of him she's never seen in such clarity.

"Your eyes are beautiful," she murmurs, and his head snaps to the side, like he's forgotten she's there. And oh, what colors in his eyes! Golds and bronzes and warm browns, rich and sparkling. His pupils widen as he sees her, too, for the first time, the sun climbing higher and higher to cast new rays on them both.

"Your hair," he breathes, and her hand flies up, suddenly self-conscious. He laughs, all tension gone, and pulls the hand away. "No, it's...wow. Wow."

She puts her hands on either side of his face and pulls him in for a kiss. He can't stop grinning, so she grins, too. "I'm so happy," she whispers, voice nearly lost beneath the cheerful morning birdsong from the trees overhead.

"Can we stay?" he murmurs. "Watch the whole thing?"

As if she'd ever ask him to leave. "As long as you want."