#its my time to shine yk

[bembembembis]

guys ive started up part two of these violent delights and let me tell you i thought i was prepared i thought my three month break was long enough away to prepare. i am not (!!) prepared!!!!

[momo-shut-the-fuck-up]

More stylings for otherz

[prettyboykatsuki]

TW FOR MUSIC OPINIONS but i miss what jack harlow was doing like a few records ago lmao

[itsalwaysdark]

thank GODDD the doctor is taking time to work on himself maybe now he can stop ruining womens lives .

[nomaishuttle]

omg i forgot im wearing my Even older headphones rhat r still anle 2 be bluetooth ive literally been so careful not to leave my phone behind bc ive been wired 4 anwhile but these r legit bluetooth LMAO.

[ssparksflyy]

just thinking about first kiss w/leo and your hands are in his hair except he gets nervy and the tips of his curls accidentally catch fire and burn your hands !!

so then he carries you bridal style to the infirmary, literally crying and begging for forgiveness

and yk the talk with will as of how you acquired these odd shaped burns is awkward as hell

anon ur so right

whats funny about it is that the tips of his hair catching fire is actually one of your favorite things about him, you think its super cute and tease him about it sometimes- calling him names like 'hot head' and telling how adorable you think it is only makes them burn brighter and has him shoving his tomato red face into his hands. you werent lying when you called it adorable, it truly always made your heart flutter and brought a smile to your face.

so when it happens during your first kiss together, you obviously pull away and remove your hands from his hair cause.. well.. they just got burnt ?? but you still cant help but smile a bit.

the burns themselves werent extremely bad, they just stung a bit, and the kiss was great but that didnt stop leo from freaking out and immediately apologizing repeatedly, asking you if you were okay and grabbing your hands to get a better look at them.

you explain to him that youre okay, but this man is literally on the verge of tears, thinking you hate him and never ever want to see him again. you assure him youre ok, and just need to run over the infirmary for a quick treatment.

you try to turn away to the infirmary, but leo is so quick to literally sweep you off your feet and carry you in his arms, bridal style. he says something about making it up to you and calls himself 'your certified knight in shining armor' which only makes you smile more.

he begins scurrying over to the infirmary, pushing past campers so determined to get you there as quickly as possible, making you giggle. he puts you down at the door of the infirmary, quickly grabbing the door and holding it open for you.

you let out a light laugh and a 'thank you', then brush past him and into the infirmary. he follows right behind you, closing the door behind him. you walk up to the counter, asking one of the apollo kids for some assistance with your burns and she leads you over to sit and wait on one of the hospital beds until will can help you.

leo sits in the chair right next to you and even though youve told him a million times that youre ok, his leg cant help from bouncing and he can't stop fidgeting with his fingers. you notice his behaviors and put a hand on top of his busy ones, giving him a soft smile. he looks up and returns the smile, but is snapped out of his la-la-land trance when will walks over with his clipboard, ready to help you.

he asks you whats wrong and takes a look at your hands, but seems to have a puzzled look on his face.

"how'd you get these burns? theyre really weirdly shaped." he asks.

your face gets hot and your body tenses up, leo having the same reaction.

"uhmmm..uh- i-"

"wel-well you see what had happened was-"

"we ummm.."

"out with it already." will said, giving you a deadpan look.

you and leo glanced at each other in panic, but knew you shouldnt lie. not to will.

"we..wellwekissedandiwastouchinghishairbutthenitcaughtonfireandburntmyhadns" you mumbled quickly, looking down.

"what?" will asked, moving closer in hopes of hearing you better.

"wee.. kissed and i had my hands in his hair but then it caught on fire and burnt my hands" you said, elongating the syllables and feeling your face get hotter with each word.

will tired so hard not to laugh or smile, after all he was in a 'professional environment' ( as chrion called it ) but he really couldn't help it, he smirked and put your hands down, walking away from you and over to the cabinet where all the camp's ointments were kept.

he smothered a glob of the ointment onto your hands then bandaged them up so they could heal properly, and let you go on with your day- but not without a few teases and jokes while leo helped you fill out your paperwork.

after you finished up in the infirmary, you and leo walked out together and immediately plopped onto the bench outside.

"well that was embarrassing" leo said, stating the obvious.

"yep... well, now i know to learn from my mistake the next time i kiss you" you said, a small smirk forming onto your face.

your comment had caught leo by surprise, "what? wait... again? you-you'd wanna do that again?"

you turned to face him with a smile, "i mean why not? youre a good kisser and it's not like ive havent a crush on you for years"

leo had to be on the verge of a heart attack with each surprise he'd faced today, this one only pushing him further off the edge, "you've had a crush on me for years????"

you simply nodded your head and smiled, trying to play it cool when in reality your heart was ready to run out of your chest.

leo ran his fingers through his hair in disbelief, "wait so were you like really good at hiding it or something?? cause ive had a crush on you for years and i feel like its always been painfully obvious."

it was your turn to get nervous, suddenly at a loss for words.

"w-well, maybe you should do something about it then." you said, sounding more confident than you felt.

"well maybe i will."

he cupped your face with his hand and brought you in close for your second kiss that day, holding your hands down with his free one, and moving his lips slowly against yours. this time, the kiss was long and soft, the way your first one should've been. when the two of you finally pulled away for air, you had stupid smiles on your faces that only grew after leo asked you,

"would you do me the honor of being my girlfriend?"

to which you gladly said yes to.

[puppym3]

hiii! its my first time requesting and i was wondering if u already saw that yt video of felix with risabae? i was getting so giddy and worked up the way felix looks at her while applying his makeup 😭 if i was in her place i would've crumbled to the ground already fr 😭😭😭 i was wondering if we could get the reader doing felix's makeup and he keeps an intense eye contact with them and it turns into something heated. i love ur works so much, pls continue to write bc u make my delulus better 😇🫰

also pls make it sub felix pls if its not too much 😞🙏🤞

☄. *. ⋆ transfer test

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sub!felix x reader

wc: 2.5k

warnings: MDNI 18+, fluffy cuteness, eye contact, tension, handjob, oral (m. rec), overstim, praise, (lmk if i missed any)

a/n: omg. omg. omg. i watched it and i was smiling the entire time, and his bubble message about how he'd let us do his makeup. thank you for suggesting this anon i love you, and writing subby felix is something i do anyways so yk, easy said easy done. i hope u like it bby <3

i'm currently working on other suggestions, but if you have something you'd to leave for me, please please do, also if you want to be added to the taglist lmk!!!

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The soft hum of the bathroom fan filled the room as you carefully arranged the makeup products on the counter. Felix sat on the edge of the sink, his legs dangling slightly, watching you with an intensity that made your heart flutter. His blonde hair framed his face perfectly, and the anticipation in his eyes was palpable.

"So, I'm just putting it on you this time?" You asked him, a little nervous about what you were about to do. You had never done anyone else's makeup.

"Yes, please." Felix said, a soft smile appearing on his face. His smile was contagious, and you felt a soft smile on your own face as you picked up the foundation, you could tell he didn't need any though. He had a gorgeous, natural tan.

"Close your eyes." You said, and he complied, and you dabbed the brush in the foundation and lightly dotted it around his face. He didn't need any on his neck, his skin was so perfect and smooth, and the light dusting of freckles was just enough. You put the foundation back on the counter and grabbed a little bottle of primer, and dabbed it onto your finger, and then lightly on Felix's eyelids.

"Open." You whispered, and he complied, staring deep into your eyes, the light from the bulbs above shining through his brown irises, his pupils slightly dilated. Your breath caught in your throat, but you kept working, and picked up a small sponge, dabbing a light pink blush on his cheeks. He was naturally rosy, but he was also a very expressive person, and sometimes it could look a bit unnatural. The blush made his cheeks look soft and full, and his skin was so smooth under your fingers.

The way he was staring into your eyes was distracting, feeling like his gaze was searing into your soul. He was looking at you like he wanted you, his gaze was so intense that you could feel your whole body getting hot. You looked away, the tension unbearable, and he smirked at your reaction.

You grabbed a small brush and applied a shimmery highlighter, dusting it along his cheekbones. Felix closed his eyes for a moment, and let out a soft sigh.

"It feels nice..." He murmured, and your stomach filled with butterflies, and you smiled at him.

"That's... good." You replied, and he opened his eyes, looking at you as if he was in a trance. You felt like your breath was taken away, and your body was growing weak from the heat in the room. You put the brush down and picked up a little tube.

"Open your mouth." You said, and he did as you commanded, and you squeezed it onto his lips, and began to rub it in with your finger. He let out a soft gasp as you touched him, and his lips were so plush and soft.

"What's that for?" He asked, his voice breathy and low.

"To keep the color on your lips, and so they won't be dry." You told him, and his breathing got heavy. He nodded, and you looked back at the products on the counter. There was a light-colored lipstick you were saving for last, it was a little expensive, but the color would look so gorgeous on him, and his lips were already so plump and soft. You knew he would look stunning.

"I'll... do the eyeshadow, then." You told him, picking up a small brush and the shimmery powder. You lightly tapped the brush into the eyeshadow, and then brought it close to his face, and he looked you in the eye as you lightly swiped the brush along his edge of his eyelids. His lips parted as you came closer, and his face was so close to yours. You could feel his hot breath on your skin, and his intense gaze was burning into you.

"That tickles" He murmured, and grabbed your hand, and pulled it close to his mouth, and you let out a gasp as he kissed your palm. He looked up at you, and his smile was soft and seductive. He was flirting with you.

You could barely concentrate as you applied the rest of the eyeshadow, the tension thick in the air, and the soft kiss he left on your palm was still tingling on your skin. You were trying to keep yourself together, but the heat was overwhelming.

You had to move away from him, or you would do something reckless, and you wouldn't be able to stop yourself. You needed to end this quickly and just finish off with his lipstick.

"Can you tilt your head back?" You asked him, and he did as you commanded, and now you had easy access to his lips, and his face was fully illuminated, the lights making his skin look like it was glowing. He was breathtakingly gorgeous, his eyes half-lidded and staring into yours. You held the lipstick close to his lips, and he stared deep into your eyes as you moved it closer. His gaze was so intense that you were struggling to focus, the lipstick carefully landed on his bottom lip, a light pink color complementing his natural color.

"Is that the one you bought?" He asked, his lips moving and making your job a little more difficult.

"Yes, it's the one." You told him, and he looked at it closely.

"I think it would look better on you." He said, and it caught you off guard, the lipstick falling from your hands and into the sink.

"Better on me?" You asked, and he nodded.

"You should try it." He suggested, and you looked down at the tube, and then back up at his face.

"Then, how about we do a transfer test?" You said, and he looked confused at the suggestion, and you were a little too nervous to explain, and his lips looked so kissable that it was hard to stop yourself. You grabbed his face, and looked deep into his eyes.

"A transfer test," you repeated, your eyes flickering down to his plump lips, and you leaned in, closing the gap between you, and pressing your lips against his. You could hear a soft noise escape him, his lips were so plush and warm, and the taste of the lipstick was sweet and floral. He pulled away for a moment, his eyes wide, his cheeks flushed.

"Wait," He started, and you cut him off.

"I think it looks better on you, hm?" You asked, pressing your lips back against his, he let out a soft moan, kissing you back. His arms snaked around your waist, pulling you closer to him, his hands moving up and down your back. Your fingers tangled in his hair, and you pushed him further back against the mirror, his mouth opening in surprise. You slipped your tongue in his mouth, and he moaned softly, his own tongue swirling around yours, the sweet taste of the lipstick and his saliva driving you wild. You pressed yourself against him, your fingers pulling his hair slightly, and he gasped, the sound music to your ears.

You pulled away, and he was panting, his lips glistening with spit, the lipstick smeared, his cheeks red and eyes half-lidded. He was a vision.

"Well, is it transfer proof?" You asked, slightly out of breath.

Felix's breathing was uneven, his body trembling slightly under your touch. "I-I don't know," he stammered, his voice shaky. "Maybe we should... test it again?"

He looked so pretty with his face flushed and lips swollen, his chest rising and falling quickly.

You couldn't resist him. You grabbed his face and kissed him deeply, your tongue swirling against his, and he moaned into your mouth. You could taste him, and the sweet flavor of the lipstick, and the feeling of him pressed against you, the sounds he made, it was all driving you wild. You broke the kiss, panting heavily, and looked down at him, his eyes were lidded and he was biting his bottom lip, his cheeks were a beautiful shade of red, his hair mussed from where you had run your fingers through it, and the lipstick was smeared across his face.

"You're beautiful, Felix." You said softly, and he blushed even deeper.

"You... think so?" He asked, his eyes tracing you, and you nodded.

"Yes," you whispered, your voice tender yet commanding. "So beautiful, and all mine." You watched as his eyes widened slightly, the words sinking in, making him shiver.

"Yours?" Felix repeated, his voice barely audible, filled with a mixture of awe and desire.

"Yes, mine," you confirmed, leaning in to kiss him again, softer this time, savoring the feel of his lips against yours. "Now, be a good boy and stay still for me."

He nodded obediently, his hands resting on your hips as you took control. Your fingers gently traced along his jawline, down his neck, and over his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart under your touch. Felix's eyes fluttered closed, his lips parting in a soft sigh as you continued to explore his body with delicate, deliberate movements.

You moved your lips to his neck, planting soft kisses along his sensitive skin, eliciting more sweet moans from him. He shivered when you brushed your fingertips over his nipples, and he bit his lower lip to keep from crying out. You smiled to yourself as you watched him squirm beneath your touch, his cock throbbing against your thigh.

"Don't hold back, Felix," you whispered into his ear, your hot breath making him shiver. "I want to hear how much you love this."

Felix whimpered in response, his hands tightening on your hips, his eyes still closed. You trailed your fingers down his stomach, tracing the lines of his muscles, before finally reaching his clothed bulge, your hand cupping him through the thin fabric. He let out a soft cry as you began to palm him, his cock twitching in his pants.

Felix breathed out your name, his voice strained with need. You felt him buck his hips against your hand, desperate for more friction, and you obliged him by squeezing his cock gently, drawing a shuddering moan from his lips.

"Good," you murmured, your voice low and sultry.

His breathing was coming in ragged gasps now, his face flushed and his body trembling with pleasure. You moved your hand up to the waistband of his pants, teasing him by dipping your fingers below the elastic, and Felix gasped as he felt the heat of your palm against his skin.

You slowly pulled his pants down, revealing his hard cock, already dripping with precum. You licked your lips, anticipation coursing through your veins.

Felix whined, his voice pleading. "Please..."

"Shhh," you whispered, running your fingers along his length, feeling his hot, throbbing flesh.

Felix gasped as you wrapped your hand around his shaft, stroking him slowly, teasingly. He bucked his hips, seeking more contact, but you kept your pace slow and steady, drawing it out, making him desperate.

You watched his face as he writhed in ecstasy, his eyes squeezed shut, his mouth open in a silent cry. His cock twitched in your hand as you pumped him, his breathing coming in short, ragged gasps.

You could feel him getting close, his muscles tensing, his thighs trembling. He was so beautiful like this, lost in the throes of pleasure. You leaned forward and licked the head of his cock, tasting his precum, and he shuddered, letting out a strangled moan.

He was right on the edge, his whole body shaking. You tightened your grip and pumped him faster, bringing him to the brink. His back arched and he let out a hoarse cry, his cock pulsing in your hand as he came, his cum shooting out all over your tongue and face.

He fell back against the mirror, his body limp and spent. He opened his eyes and looked at you, his expression dazed and blissful. You licked your lips, savoring the taste of his cum, and his eyes widened as he saw your face, covered in his seed.

"I... I didn't realize... sorry..." Felix mumbled, looking embarrassed.

"It's okay," you replied, smiling reassuringly. "I like it."

He blinked, looking surprised.

You took a moment to admire him, his soft blonde hair mussed, his cheeks flushed, his lips parted and his chest heaving. He was beautiful, and all yours.

Your gaze wandered lower, and you saw that he was still hard, his cock standing erect, the head glistening with precum. The sight made your mouth water.

You knelt down and licked the tip of his cock, and he gasped, his whole body tensing.

"Ah, fuck, wait!" Felix moaned, his voice strained.

You ignored him and wrapped your lips around the head, swirling your tongue over the sensitive skin. He groaned and bucked his hips, driving his cock deeper into your mouth.

You sucked him hard, taking him deeper, your tongue teasing him mercilessly.

"Fuck, pl- wait..." Felix begged, his voice strained.

You kept going, sucking him and teasing him, listening to his cries and moans, his whole body trembling.

You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his, and saw that his expression was desperate, his cheeks flushed, his lips parted in a silent cry.

You kept sucking him, your mouth sliding up and down his shaft, your tongue flicking over the head, your lips brushing against his skin.

Felix gasped and moaned, his fingers tangling in your hair, his body shaking.

"Please, wait... fuck, I can't..." he panted, his voice ragged.

You didn't stop, though, and soon he was crying out, his hips bucking, his cock pulsing in your mouth.

You felt him come, his cock twitching and spasming in your mouth, his hot cum shooting down your throat. You swallowed it eagerly, drinking him down, savoring his taste.

He fell back against the mirror, his body spent, his chest heaving.

You licked your lips, and looked up at him, a smirk tugging at the corners of your mouth.

"Good boy."

Felix opened his eyes and looked at you, his expression dazed and blissful.

He blinked, looking a little shocked.

"You... that was..."

You smiled, feeling a rush of affection for him. He was so surprised by his own pleasure, like it was something foreign and unfamiliar to him.

"Are you okay?" You asked, concerned.

"Yeah... that was... wow," Felix replied, still sounding a little dazed.

You kissed him gently, and he melted into the kiss, his lips parting and his tongue darting out to taste you.

You broke the kiss, smiling softly at him.

"How are you feeling?" You asked, your voice tender.

"I'm good... really good," Felix murmured, a blush coloring his cheeks.

"Well, now I have to touch up your makeup again," you said, a smirk tugging at the corners of your mouth. "But this time, I'll make sure the lipstick stays on you."

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taglist 4 my beauties: @loverbangchan, @reignessance

[reidmania]

LATE NIGHT BLABBER

miguel o’hara

summary: miguel wants to sleep, but you love to blabber

warnings: fluff, dramatic reader, short sweet fic really based off the sound on tiktok thats like ‘i had a dream where i was ketchup, and u were mustard, which is weird since ur normally mayo in my dreams’ yk

“goodnight” miguel says, leaning over to press a kiss to your shoulder, wrapping his arm around your waist to pull your back flush against him, “goodnight miggy”

its silent for a minute, you try to match miguels breathing in a way to try to fall asleep, but it fails, you just aren’t tired.

“miggy” you say softly after a minute, he hums in response. “would you still love me if i was a worm”

miguel sighs, seeing what type of night it was, “yes, baby.” he says softly, squeezing you gently.

you sigh, “what if i was a snail, without a shell”

“a slug?” miguel asks.

“no, a snail without a shell”

“thats a slug” he mutters, voice full of sleep. you pout, he can’t see though. “no!” you cry out, shuffling away from him.

“okaokay- yes i would still love you if you were a snail without a shell” he says, pulling you back against him. you smile. “sleep time?” he asks.

“okay!” you says, curling into him.

once again, its silent, until you hum, “miggy”

“yes baby” he sighs out, you frown. “why are pizzas made in cirlces, put in square boxes, but cut in triangles?” you ask.

“i don’t know, baby” he says, “search it up” you hum leaning out of his touch to reach for your phone on the nightstand. “tomorrow” he says, pulling you back.

you nod, leaning back into him once again. “why is jello green” you ask, “i don’t know” he says tiredly.

“how do they get it green” you sigh, thinking deeply.

“think about it in the morning” miguel says. “am i being annoying” you ask, turning so your facing him, looking up, you can only seem his face from the moonlight shine peaking through the curtain.

his eyes are closed, eyebrows furrowed, he opens them slightly to look down at you. “no baby, im just tired”

“sorry”

“its okay, i love your blabber” he says, you smile cheesly up at him.

“realllyyy??” you ask.

miguel nods, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “yes, just a little less at one in the morning” he mutters.

“im sorry- im just not tired” you hum, miguel chuckles. “its alright princessa, do you want back rubs” he asks softly, knowing it calms you down.

“yes please” you say softly, “alright, come here” he says pulling you impossibly closer.

soon enough your breathing slows down, head buried in miguels chest as his hands rub circles around your back.

“i love you, and your blabber, always” miguel whispers in your ear as you fall asleep

[im-so-tired-sorry]

look! it’s you!

kiribaku x gn!reader

synopsis: you + bakusquad at the carnival! yippie!

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you and the bakusquad were at the local carnival that had just opened for the summer. you all decided going opening day was best for having the ultimate experience of the foods, games, and rides.

earlier that day you had gone on the swing ride with kirishima; and while kaminari, sero, and mina were on some of the bigger rollercoasters, you and kiri dragged bakugo to try some classic fair food. collectively, the whole group went on the spinning cups ride. yk, the one where you have to spin the cup yourselves while the cups are also spinning around the mechanisms of the ride. you thought that bakugo didn’t care enough to participate since he was dragged by the group, but to your surprise, he decided to fully commit. he dedicated full force into making sure your cup spun at its fastest speed, to the point where it almost broke. while you, bakugo, kirishima and kaminari spun the wheel at the center, mina would be laughing and making sure her stuff didn’t fly away while sero would be vlogging catching everyone’s energetic and joyous faces.

after rides, you all landed in the alley full of game booths, so the boys tried to win the giant prizes. sero and kaminari were mainly doing it for fun (and kind of losing terribly), kirishima was trying to win you the stuffed shark you were eyeing every time you passed it, and bakugo only played a few games to prove that no “rigged game” was going to work on him. in the end, you were given the stuffed shark and mina a big stuffed kirby.

“it’s so you.” you say to kirishima as you cling onto the stuffed shark he had just won you.

“oh my god it’s me!” he responds with a giggle.

“yeah it’s dumb.” bakugo adds on as he pops some kettle corn into his mouth.

“hey, don’t be mean! plus, you’re just mad cause you couldn’t win me the stuffed cow-“

“who said i was trying to win it for you??!?”

you laugh as you and your boyfriends walk slightly ahead of your other three friends. night was falling and neon lights were starting shine your way through the various alleys of food stalls and rides.

eijirou nudged on your arm and pointed at the koala painted on the side of a ride that was meant for smaller children. it was in a cartoonish style, with a big smile. “look, it’s you! cause you always give the best hugs!”

“and cause you’re clingy as hell.” you slightly shove katsuki as you laugh at eijirous compliment.

“shove me again and see what happens brat!” with katsuki’s invitation to a challenge, you pass your stuffed shark to eijirou and use both hands to shove katsuki to the side, making sure you don’t push him towards some random stranger that happens to be walking by. scoffing at your boldness and audacity, katsuki grabs you and effortlessly throws you over his shoulder.

“katsuki!!! put me down!!” you lightly kick your legs as he continues walking, your other boyfriend laughing at the sight. “no way brat. you’re paying the consequences of your actions. you wanted to test me, so your being picked up and carried.”

“katsuki be careful-“

“look! it’s you!” you point to a dragon plush that’s hanging in one of the game booths. it has an angry expression but it doesn’t make it any less cute. you hear eijirou try to stifle a laugh.

“that’s it.”

katsuki starts spinning around, which didn’t help you since you were already kind of upside down. you start scream/laughing as katsuki laughs at your panic and eijirou tells him to be careful.

“katsuki!! stop spinning!!!! you’re making me dizzy!! i will vomit on you if i have to!!”

after a solid thirty seconds of spinning, he stops and katsuki asks, “you gonna stop being annoying or should i keep you over my shoulder?” you beg bakugo to put you down, and it didn’t take him a lot of convincing.

you continue walking around the fair comparing each other to the variety of characters that you saw, and at one point your other friends joined too.

“look man that’s you!” eijirou would say to kaminari about a pikachu plush. “it’s me!”

“that’s definitely bakugo.” sero alludes to the small dog barking at everyone passing by.

“look it’s you.” you point out a pink butterfly that happened to float by to mina. “ugh, i’m so pretty.”

you continue walking for a bit next to bakugo while everyone else is ahead. it’s fully night now and the energy has shifted from an energetic ambience to one of a casual vibe.

“look it’s you.” bakugo points at the balloon stand selling clear balloons that have light up butterflies inside of them. a boy and a girl reach up as the vendor hands them a balloon. the children, all giddy of their new shiny thing, run back to their mom.

“why is that me?” you’re curious as to why katsuki would make that kind of connection.

“cause.”

“cause what?”

“just cause! that’s…that’s how you make me feel… the whole butterflies in your stomach thing. you and eijirou make me feel like that… sometimes… i guess.”

flustered on how romantic katsuki is being, you decide teasing him would only make him take it back, so you give him a kiss on the cheek instead. you notice the apples of his cheeks turning more pink, but you know pointing it out will only make him deny it.

“guys look!” eijirou runs over to you two with something in his arms. once he’s closer, you see he has three small teddy bears; one red, one black, and one orange.

“what about them?”

“i saw they were selling them and i knew i had to get them! look, it’s us!”

you gush at your boyfriend’s considerate heart and take your respective teddy bear. bakugo takes his bear and calls it a “waste of money” before putting it along the other prizes you three had one earlier that day. you know he secretly admires the thought, but you think to tease him about it later.

“come on lovebirds! the fair is about to close!”

“yeah hurry up or we’re leaving without you!”

you grab your partners hands and enjoy your last bit of the stroll through the fair, with the lingering smell of popcorn and neon lights replacing the stars.

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a/n: ah! had this idea for a bit so i hope you enjoyed!! endings are not my strong suit so pls forgive 🙏 also, i kind of wrote it in the beginning, but i don’t think it would be that out of character to have bakugo to commit to the spinning cups ride instead of just sitting their, crossed armed and not participating. but that’s just me!

anyway, pls leave suggestions as to what i should write next! i love one shot plots so any ideas help :) goodnight!

[ixiot-ghostrebel]

HOLY F*CK

HOLY F*CK

ALRIGHTY

SO YKNOW THE SAGAU PLOT WHERE THE CREATOR IS ACCUSED AS BEING A IMPOSTER AND THE TRUE IMPOSTER PRETENDS TO BE THE REAL CREATOR AND SO GHE REAL CREATOR AND THE FAKE CREATOR DUEL AND YHE REAL CREATEOR'S BLOOD IS GOLD?

WHAT IF THE FAKE IMPOSTER HAD SILVER BLOOD AND IT WAS LIKE A GREATER LORD (TRUE CREATOR) AND LESSER LORD (FAKE CREATOR) BUT THE POWER GAP IS A BAJOLLION QUADRILLIONTOOTSIEROLL TIMES BIGGER

AND TJE REAL CREATOR CREATED THE FAKE CREATOR/TRUE IMPOSTER TO BE THEIR ASSISTANT, BUT THE FAKE CREATOR/TRUE IMPOSTER STRAYED FROM THAT PATH AND BASICALLY BETRAYED TJE TRUE CREATOR

CAN UOU TSLL I TYPED YHIS FAST!?

I HAVE TO HURRY

I ALREADY HAVE ANOTHER IDEA OMFG WHY IS ALL MY CREATIVITY ACTIVATED AT NIGHT

OHHH THIS IS SO GOOODDDDD. @royalrose2011 HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE THIS IS HELLA GOOD......LEMME WRITE SOMETHING HOLD UP

Headcanons: Pre-Sagau Relationship & Post-Sagau Relationship

Pre-Sagau Relationship

Before Sagau, aka back when Reader is Creator 100% and no one was doubting or trying to kill them, the Reader created the Imposter out of their own power, creating them out of the finest silver, gifted with the powers that shined like the stars, the moon.

That was kind of their dynamic. Sun and Moon. Reader the sun, shining at night, and Imposter the moon, shining at day.

The Reader is the Supreme Ruler, while the Imposter is more of a Commander, as well as the Creator's Trusted Advisor. Anything the Reader ordered, the Imposter would be able to have a say. Once it was ordered out, the Imposter would see it through while the Reader would begin to plan something else.

When the Creator Fell and Disappeared, That's when the Imposter became Bitter. Bitter for the fact that the Creator left and Abandoned all their Work, Bitter for leaving them. They took the Creator's Place and Face, in hopes that with them in this position, The Imposter would lead Teyvat Better than the Creator would ever hope to dream of.

Post-Sagau Relationship

It's pretty rocky, to say the least. With the Reader's memories still sealed and are trying to come back, and with the entire showdown there was for trying to prove who is the real Creator, the Reader and the Imposter are...not exactly on the best of terms.

Reader has PTSD, Imposter has Trust Issues and overall a bad combination—but slowly and surely, both of them do open up little by little.

It honestly might take a couple hundred years for everything to clear itself up and yk—fix itself.

In sense, as Reader gets to know the Imposter better, they slowly get back on track with the path they originally took alongside the Creator.

Safe to say, slow and steady truly did win the race. (Maybe—Depends if your an angst writer or a fluff writer or ur mood in general lol)

Ghost Rebel Side Notes: THIS TOOK MUCH LONGER THAN I THOUGHT IT TAKE SOBBING. DON'T WORRY, I'M STILL ALIVE (Ghost Rebel Not Ghosting, I swear—) BUT ITS A WORK IN PROGRESS.

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Hii! 😁

I love ur work sm ❤️

So my Idea is for a g!p donna smut, reader wanting to suck Donna off and wanting to please Donna (plus really liking her cock) but not knowing how to ask/tell her so she just pushes the thought aside. They go on a date and reader is unknowingly making Donna lose it without knowing. (Ice cream date ykyk, kneeling down to pick up something in front of Donna then looking up at her, sucking her fingers after eating smth messy, yk stuff like that but Reader has no clue what she’s doing to donna its just like normal things she’s doing) Donna cant take it anymore and thinks Reader is doing all this on purpose and shows reader her very hard cock and tells her “Look what your doing to me, now you gotta fix it doll.” And tells reader to get on her knees and suck her off. Reader is surprised at first (though she isn’t complaining as its what she wanted) then thinks about it and connects the dots. reader pushes her luck and teases her more, (this time intentionally), worshiping her cock, kissing Donna’s tip, slowly licking her length all the way up with heavy eye contact, saying stuff like “your cock is so pretty Donna.” and taking all of her just to release her with a loud wet, pop! Once Donna has had enough, she starts roughly face fucking reader causing reader to gag hard as she’s not used to it and a bunch of tears start to gather at her eyes but that only spurs Donna on more. Donna degrades reader and is saying stuff like “Awh can’t take it now doll?”, “Your such a fucking whore.”, “you look so pretty crying on my cock.” Reader is just enjoying that she finally got what she wanted (even if it wasn’t planned) and is holding onto Donna’s legs, maybe even touching herself. After cumming in readers mouth Donna is all soft and is like, “sorry doll did I hurt you?” But reader is still touching herself and finishes herself off, and donna is kinda shocked she’s so into this.

Thats all I have so you can fill in the rest <3 thank you!

Yesss!!!! Oh, this is a very spicy one xD!!! Thank you for your words, and for your request!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!! :))))))

Careful what you wish for

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem! Reader

Warnings: G!P Donna,smut, Minors DNI, rough oral sex, fluff, have I said smut already?

Word count: 7,645

Summary: That dream is driving you crazy...

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open!!! I'm waiting yours!!!I love you all!!!

“Mm, Donna…” you moaned as you felt her wet caresses, as you noticed her fingers running over your folds with affection, with passion, her burning skin warming yours.

Her gaze didn’t leave yours as she saw for herself the pleasure that a simple caress was giving you. There was no home, there was nothing around you. Your senses were completely clouded by pleasure. You couldn't see, only feel, smell, moan…

Her fingers played with your wetness, making you the privileged one, making the Black Gods and the rest of the Lords envious of you. You had a Goddess pleasing you, after all.

Your moans increased as did her rhythm, a careful one, which knew where to touch, how to make you explode, how to worship you. It was so divine that you even believed you weren’t alive.

The way she curved inside you unleashed thoughts and words you had never said before, rude things that only emphasized the lust, the pleasure you felt. Best of all: it was just for you.

Your body enjoyed it, but your head began to lose itself, to feel guilty for such a selfish pleasure. You wanted to kiss her body, to caress her bare skin, to make her mouth emit the same sounds as yours, to make her only eye shine in a similar way, and to be that way thanks to you.

Pushing away the warmth of her fingers inside you, you crawled into that dark place to reach her soft skin, to caress her legs while your lips delighted down her navel, with the anticipation of a dirty but delicious act. You wanted to see that reaction, you wanted to know if her shaft felt as good in your mouth as it seemed.

Just when you were about to do it, to taste her arousal, a strong tug pulled you away from that empty place and your eyes opened.

It was just a dream.

“Ugh,” you groaned annoyed as you tossed around in bed, feeling your body altered by that erotic dream, furious at having woken up at the best moment. “Wow…”

Reality and dreams were always different, even if you woke up in that place, in that sinister house, next to its sinister owner. Rubbing your eyes you still thought about that dream, about the anticipation in your body at doing something you had never done, something to please Donna, and only Donna.

Shyness? Yes, you were quite shy, although with the passage of time that characteristic of yours disappeared little by little.

Shame? Oh, well, that too. The thing was that during your outbursts of passion you never stopped to think about the possibilities that a lustful act could give you.

Donna deserved heaven. She deserved each one of your kisses, your smiles. She was everything to you.

A villager like you, with no future, with a boring life, owed everything possible to a woman like her for having taken you out of that tedious routine. You were never the smartest, nor the most devout, nor the most beautiful... At least that was what you thought. You always went unnoticed by your peers, one more girl, one who they wouldn’t miss if they didn’t see her in church.

Going unnoticed was your best skill, but you weren’t even good at that. Without wanting it, without expecting it, you attracted the attention of the least expected woman, of a person who you didn’t think she even knew about your existence.

Donna Beneviento, one of the four pillars that held up the village, the youngest of the Lords, the most mysterious, had noticed you for some reason that even today you didn’t know. At first it was a cautious approach, one that you saw as a possible punishment or an end to your boring life.

It wasn't like that.

There were no visions, no pleas. There was nothing, in fact. That woman in mourning, covered by a veil, stood, looking at you while her doll laughed. It was just a few silent seconds, a sort of approach.

The disturbing time that made you pray to the Gods dissolved like dust after a gentle breeze. For some reason, you fixed your gaze on that mysterious lady while she did the same. An isolated incident, a punishment, a threat for not repeating Mother Miranda's prayers... That was what was going through your mind.

But, even improving your false devotion, those encounters continued. Silent glances, a regal pose... Nothing, not a word, not a whisper, just her invisible gaze.

Wanting to break that strange habit, you asked the reasons that woman had for approaching you. It took you days to get an answer, but luckily, not too many.

The details of how that relationship was formed were not important. Love simply arose between two wounded souls, one of them because of loneliness, the other one because it felt that it would be its destiny.

Donna was a strange woman, sick just as the rumors pointed out, but no one, ever, had been able to ignore those absurd details. Behind that black wall and that dark cloth, was a beautiful woman, a cultured, intelligent, sensitive woman… Nothing like the word the villagers used after her name: monster.

A scar on her face was one of the reasons for her isolation, the reason for that horrible black veil covering her beauty. Of course, that wasn’t enough. Donna was beautiful just the way she was. She didn’t need to cover herself, not for you.

On the other hand, Mother Miranda's gift, the blessing of the Black Gods when they named her Lord, wasn’t only responsible for altering that scar Donna had since she was a child. That gift came with more contraindications.

Her body changed, that gift stripped her of her appearance as a conventional woman transforming her private parts irremediably. No, that wasn’t a problem for you either, even though Donna insisted on hiding it until it was no longer possible.

Her fear of rejection disappeared with your smile, with your optimistic way of seeing life, of accepting each of its challenges. Well, you were interested in women, but Donna wasn’t only a woman, but the woman you loved. A stupid change wasn’t going to make your heart stop beating.

Once that barrier was overcome, the fear of the lady in black of you abandoning her, of you agreeing with everyone who said she was a monster, your life became easier and the smile refused to leave your face. You were happy, you were in love.

Love, kisses, caresses, passion… You had everything you longed for in your years of fruitless relationships with girls from the village, girls too cowardly to keep their promise of eternal love.

The risk had its reward, and you were living one of the best stages of your life. After a year in the mansion, you realized that you could spend a thousand of them without realizing it.

“Good morning, tesoro,” a sweet voice made you remove your frown, that irrational rage you felt when you woke up from that passionate dream.

“Donna…” you sighed, stretching comically, and capturing the brunette's lips slowly, wetly, trying to imitate those you felt in your dreams.

Of course, reality was far superior to that dream, in almost every way.

“Did you sleep well? You moved a lot,” she said, moving away from your insatiable kisses with elegance, getting out of bed as a silent rejection of your invisible but notorious intentions.

You couldn't blame her. Donna was a newbie in love, although when it came to stripping down and melting into you she was always wild, a wildness you liked, of course.

“Oh, yes, yes, I was having… A strange dream…” you slurred, pulling back the sheets and sighing at the lack of the pleasant warmth of the bedroom, probably due to the sudden cooling of your body.

“Mm?” she asked in a murmur, picking up her black dress, looking at you briefly, with a curious face. “Tell me about it”

“Um, well, we were in… Well, I don't know where we were but…” you stammered with blushing cheeks. No matter how many times lust took over your bodies, you were always a a bit shy.

“We? Have you dreamed about me?” she asked amused, caressing your cheek while you looked for a dress to start a new day. “It was a good dream, I guess.”

“Oh, yes, it was,” you said, accepting that soft caress while you bit your lip. Having her so close with that recent dream was starting to be dangerous. “We were…” you said, regretting it instantly. The blush on your cheeks made your words difficult. “It doesn't matter, reality is much better.”

Donna smiled, blinking at your erratic explanation, and with one last kiss, she turned around, walking out of the room.

“Are you coming, tesoro?” she asked when your body was rooted to the floor, when the vivid image of that dream kept harassing your mind.

“What? Where to?” you asked, shaking your head, trying to get her naked body away from your mind.

“Don't you want to take a shower with me?” she asked, with an innocent voice.

“Of course, of course, I'm sorry, Donna, I think I haven't slept enough,” you said, falsely apologizing, trying to divert your lustful thoughts, trying to keep your gaze from going to her legs, to keep your eyes from checking if she had woken up like she often do, happy.

Judging by that subtle rejection, you deduced that the day wasn’t going to start with an orgasm, but you didn't care, or so you thought.

“You can sleep more if you want, you have no obligation to accompany me,” Donna said in a whisper, walking next to you through the dark hallways.

“No, it's okay this way,” you said, downplaying it, to which the lady in black shrugged, laughing sweetly.

Of course, the last thing you needed at that moment was a hot shower, was her naked body very close to yours. A cold shower would have suited your thoughts better. Donna closed her eye as the water ran down her body, her almost divine body.

Her pale skin, her breasts… Everything was indiscriminately touched by the water drops, observed closely by your lascivious gaze, one that you hid by turning around, trying to get out of that interrupted dream.

“Bring me the soap,” Donna asked you after a moment of relaxation. Your body remained firm and your mind tried to control your impulses.

You couldn’t always escape the sight of her perfect body, and you knew it. The dreams you had usually disappeared from your mind, but on that occasion they didn’t.

The pleasure of her fingers, her naked body, her erection so close to your mouth… They were images that weren’t easy to forget.

Sighing, coming out of your reverie heightened by the hot water, you shook your head, bending down to comply with his request and turning around with a strange smile, looking at his bright eye, not at his body, but rather trying.

“Grazie, amore mio…” she whispered softly, taking the soap from your hand and kissing you quickly, but intensely.

You laughed amused by the caresses of her lips, by the sudden closeness that accelerated your thoughts even more. You got so nervous that the soap accidentally slipped from your hands, falling to the shower floor.

“Oops, sorry,” you said nervously, automatically bending down to pick it up, a terrible idea.

Her body was calling for you, that gift from the Gods was there, as close as in your dreams, as beautiful as ever. The temptation was inches away from your mouth, the wet and lascivious act that you were about to do in your dreams was within your reach.

You had never done anything like this. Donna was wild when you made love, but something kept her from letting your mouth navigate her body.

You didn't know if it was simply that she didn't like it, or if she was respectful enough not to ask you to do it.

You weren't the bravest girl in the village. You didn't dare to do it on your own, mostly because you weren't sure if it would please her or maybe it made her uncomfortable in some way.

Oral sex was a cliché, a fetish that all the boys in the village seemed to adore, or so your friends said. But there were two notable differences: Donna wasn't a boy and, of course, she didn't have that childish and boastful mentality.

She was different, even wild in lust, her spirit remained true to what she felt for you. She was always kind, respectful and patient with you. Of course, getting used to the idea of ​​making love in such a different way from what you had become accustomed to was a difficult step, but it was amply rewarded.

Moving forward or changing something in your routine was always something to be careful about and this situation was no exception.

But, having Donna helpless under the hot water, the majesty of her penis so close to you, the image of your dreams, her pleased face, her moans that would surely be scandalous... That definitely made you think that maybe it wasn't such a bad idea to try.

You looked up to see what her reaction was, how Donna felt about having you that close, crouched in front of her, submissive, as she secretly loved. Your eyes didn't match hers.

The doll lady simply washed her black hair indifferently. You suspected that she hadn't even noticed your position, because her always sensitive body used to react to your proximity.

“(Y/N)?” Her voice distorted by the water brought you out of your moment of decision and her gaze met yours. Her brow was furrowed and her hand extended towards you. “Tesoro, are you okay? Are you dizzy?”

“What?” you asked, taking that kind hand and finally standing up, leaving your lustful thoughts aside. ��Yes, yes... I mean, no, I'm not dizzy, why do you say that?”

“Well, it took you a long time to get up,” she said, smiling cautiously and finally taking the soap your hand was squeezing. “Sometimes people get dizzy from sudden movements.”

 “Yeah... Yes, it's true,” you whispered, sighing in confusion, closing your eyes so the water could erase the temptation from your mind, something that it partially achieved. “Don't worry, I'm fine.”

“Mm,” Donna murmured, taking your chin and bringing it to her lips with a tender smile before starting to clean her body.

Attempt failed, (Y/N)...

More kisses, caresses and smiles accompanied that romantic shower, but that was where it ended. There was no lust under the water.

There was no outburst from the brunette, not even an irrational attack of jealousy that she used to relieve by taking you roughly. You loved when she possessed you in that way, anywhere, at any time.

But apparently that wasn’t the day. Donna was calm and with her lust controlled. The two of you had breakfast in silence, as always. Well, almost, of course the doll Angie prevented peace from reigning in the mansion.

Shortly after, Donna went down to her workshop, in her unbearable routine of constantly making dolls. Surely a routine of more than 50 years was impossible to forget or ignore. It was a terrible thought, the thought that, before meeting you, Donna only had her dolls by her side.

“Well…” you sighed, showing your cards to the Angie doll. “What do you think?”

“You are a loser,” the puppet whispered, showing hers, making you roll your eyes.

“Hey, how is that possible? You can’t have 6 aces,” you protested, shaking your head. “You bother less and less to cheat subtly, Angie.”

“Bah, you protest because it is impossible to beat me,” she answered, taking all the coins that you always used for that game. “(Y/N) is a loser… Dumb…” she sang.

“Yes, yes, whatever you say…” you sighed, gathering the cards and putting them away in the box. “Well, you've cheated me enough for today, hey, where's Donna?”

“Do I look like a babysitter?” the doll asked, laughing amused.

“I wouldn't hire you as a babysitter even if you were the last living being on Earth,” you joked, getting up from the floor, shaking your clothes and walking towards one of the shelves.

“Oh... Do you mean you have a baby on the way?” the doll asked, making a shiver run down your spine.

“What? Of course I don’t,” you said amused, shaking your head. “Now shut up for a while, will you? I want to read something,” you said, sighing seconds later. “I guess Donna is still with her dolls…”

“Silly,” Angie said, passing by you. “I'm going to get her so you can stop ruining my life.”

“Me? Forgive me, your Royal Highness,” you joked, running your eyes over the books, trying to find one you hadn't read.

“Your Great Royal Highness, you stupid fool,” the doll screamed, disappearing through the hall.

You laughed silently and went back to your choice of books. Among them were some you had already read and others you didn't understand because they were in Italian.

“I guess I'll have to learn someday...” you whispered, leaving one of those incomprehensible books, causing another one to fall off the shelf. It was a small book, with a… More than suggestive cover. “Oh, but... What’s this? Erotic Christmas stories... Well, well...”

Blushing as you turned the pages and checked that there were no dolls on sight, you chose that book with curiosity, looking first for another one big enough to hide it. After all, Donna was about to go up.

After greeting you, devouring you with kisses and words of love, the two of you sat in your favorite reading corner, letting time pass, only interrupting the fiction to kiss each other sweetly from time to time.

Your eyes passed over those hot words, stopping on one of the stories, one strangely appropriate for that day, where the woman got on her knees, ready to please her lover.

Those perfectly written and descriptive words brought the image of your dream back to your mind, distorting the characters of that wet story, making Donna the protagonist, being pleasured by your lips on her erection.

You sighed as you noticed how the arousal passed through your veins, how that image was terribly erotic for you, imagining if the pleasure of that character could be comparable to that of the lady in black. You were definitely dying to know, to please the love of your life with that sinful gift, with those forbidden kisses.

Silently you shifted on the couch, regretting not being able to ask Donna for something like that. The words wouldn't come out of your mouth. They didn't want to come out, probably inhibited by the blush on your cheeks.

The lady's hand, which was tangled in your hair, tickled places far from your skin sending a lot of pleasurable sensations between your legs, sensations that were increasingly frustrating.

“What are you reading, tesoro?” Donna asked, taking you out of that story, of those thoughts, leaning over to observe your reading.

“Oh, nothing, nothing,” you said nervously, closing the larger book to hide the smaller one.

“Nothing?” she asked, amused, insisting on looking at that book, something that you prevented in the most clumsy way possible.

“Look, Donna, isn't that Mother Miranda?” you said in a feigned tone, with nerves distorting your voice while pointing towards the window.

As expected, a powerful Lord was nothing compared to the high priestess, and fear made Donna look sharply at the indicated place, giving you a few precious seconds to be able to put the sinful book aside and hide it under the sofa with an almost miraculous movement.

“Cosa? Dove?” she asked nervously, looking closely at the window.

“Oh, sorry, that must have been a mistake, I thought I mistook her for one of those crows,” you said awkwardly, making the lady look at you confused, blinking without saying a word. “I was reading this wonderful book about…”

“Cucina Mundiale?” she asked, frowning as she turned the large book around and pointed to the title. “But, but you don't understand it…”

“I know,” you said, moving your hand to play it off, glancing sideways at something in that book that would help you with your clumsy excuse. “The truth is I was just looking at the pictures.”

“Oh…” the lady sighed, nodding slowly. “Have you seen anything you like?” she asked curiously, looking at the page you were on.

“Um yes, yes,” you said with a confident smile, a fake one, of course, trying to quickly look at one of those recipes to focus your lie on. “Look at this, it looks delicious, the, the hot dog…”

“Mm,” she murmured, looking closely at the recipe. “It's very simple, (Y/N). It's a bun with a Frankfurt sausage inside, why did it catch your attention that much?” she asked curiously.

“Well, I don't know, it looks… It looks good, doesn't it? You could make it for me someday, I'd like to try it,” you said with puppy eyes, thus preventing the blush on your cheeks from growing even more.

100 recipes and you had to notice the damn sausage one… It wasn't your best day.

“Va bene…” Donna whispered, looking at you again with a frown, surely noticing the involuntary trembling of your body. “(Y/N)… You're acting a bit… Weird…”

“Weird, me?” you asked, pointing at yourself, trying in a childish way to divert her suspicions. “Not at all.”

“I'm sure you were reading another book,” she said, with a dark voice, giving you back the large book and crossing her arms. “What are you hiding from me?”

You looked everywhere, trying to calm down. The burgundy color of your cheeks didn't help at all.

“Another book? No, no, no, no,” you said, shaking your head effusively. “It must be your imagination.”

The lady blinked again, looking for the obvious lie in your gaze.

“Well, I guess it is…” she whispered, scratching the back of her neck. “Have I, have I done something wrong?”

“What? No, of course you haven’t, Donna,” you said to relieve that strange and irrational concern, one that her sick mind brought to light when she got nervous.

The ignorance, any intention you had to keep a secret, no matter how absurd it was, gave the lady in black enough concern to accuse you of having deceived her, something you had to prevent her from believing at all costs.

You didn't like it, you hated it, but you had no choice but to put lust aside and do something terrible, lie to her, for a good reason, of course.

“Well... Let's see, you haven't done anything wrong but,” you started when the blush was replaced by nerves. She nodded expectantly. “Well, I'd like us to spend a day together, you know, for you to leave your dolls for once.”

“My dolls?” Donna asked, getting a little closer. “Is that what bothers you? Tesoro, I…”

“No, let's see, it's not exactly that but… Look how nice it is today, summer is almost here and I would like to do something with you instead of being locked up here and losing all my money playing poker with Angie…” you said in a calm tone, pointing at the sun that was beginning to fade through the window.

“I'm, I'm, I'm sorry, (Y/N),” she whispered, lowering her head. At least that time she got sad instead of losing her mind.

“Don't apologize, my love,” you said with a tender smile, taking her trembling hands, comforting them with yours. “But… Well, I don't know, tomorrow you could leave that dark workshop and do something with me…”

“Oh, okay, I, yes, of course, if that's what you want, I'll do it,” the dark lady said, with a smile that was too quick, kissing you when she saw that you didn't say it as a reproach, but as a suggestion. “What do you have in mind?”

Many things, Donna, many things...

“How about we cook together? We could make that recipe and... I don't know, maybe eat it on the porch to enjoy the nice weather,” you suggested, looking at the book again, happy to have managed to trick her.

“Um, just that?” Donna asked confused. “That easy?”

“It's not hard to make me happy, honey,” you said again with a smile, running a loving hand over her scar, something she liked more and more over time. “I could go to the village and buy ice cream, what do you think?”

“I-I think that's a great idea, (Y/N)…”

At least, in addition to get rid of a terribly awkward moment, you got a well-deserved reward for it. Just as the lady promised, the next day the routine changed, staying with you all the time, forgetting about her dolls for a moment.

Continuing with the lie of the interest you had in that recipe, the two of you cooked that simple dish laughing, really having fun. You didn't have that dream again, and you'd be lying if you said that the idea of ​​hugging Donna with your lips had left your head.

That romantic day, those laughs and those tender kisses, forced you to put aside your dark desires. You didn't forget it, but you didn't want to remember it either.

It was a wonderful day. You didn't want to ruin it with the usual wild lust, although well, if you ended up moaning and screaming with pleasure while she took you, you weren't going to complain.

“Okay… A little more of this,” you said amused, adding more lettuce to your hot dog.

Donna was right, it was a simple dish, but that didn't matter. The most important thing was the laughter, that way the lady patiently taught you how to cook, even if it was just boiling a simple sausage.

“Stop filling it so much, you won't be able to eat it,” she said, decorating hers in a simpler way, looking at the book from time to time. “Here it says that you can put whatever you want on it, but I think you're going too far.”

“Bah, how boring,” you said with a smile, admiring your creation. “Don't worry, I've put bigger things in my mouth,” you commented without realizing it, making the lady open her eye and tense up.

“Um… Have you?” she asked in a whispery voice, somewhat broken by that abrupt phrase that, in another context, could sound a bit… Strange. “Oh, um, okay…”

Her confused murmur didn't alert you and you nodded with a shy smile, pouring sauces over your food.

“So this is ketchup… It seems like something perfect to accompany anything,” you commented looking at the newly acquired bottle. “Do you know how much the Duke charged me for it? 500 lei, that guy rips me off more and more.”

“It's just sweet tomato sauce, (Y/N),” Donna said, looking at the bottle with curiosity. “I'm sure I can make a better one.”

“I don't doubt it,” you joked. “Hey, pasta might be tasty with…”

“Put a single drop of that thing on my pasta and I swear that…” she hissed, with a cold, dark, terribly offended look.

“Oh, hey, calm down, honey… I wasn't serious… I think…” you said with a nervous smile, caressing her cheek, making a tender look camouflage that sudden offense.

“Okay, that's it…” she murmured, freeing herself from a merciless attack from your lips, one that intended to bless your ears with that sweet laugh, a laugh that seemed impossible for someone like her. “Let's take it to the porch.”

Angie didn't participate in that romantic lunch, thank the Gods, and you both were able to enjoy the nice spring weather. It was a really nice meal. Romantic glances adorned that old mansion. Smiles and whispers eclipsed the sound of crows.

“Oh, wow,” you said as you brought the food to your mouth, opening it exaggeratedly. You didn't want to agree with Donna, of course.

“I told you,” she said amused, wiping your sauce-stained neckline with a finger. “You've put too much ingredients in.”

“Oh, wait, wait,” you said, grabbing her wrist just as she was going to grab a napkin, automatically bringing her finger to your mouth, licking it effusively. “Don't waste this delight…”

The lady withdrew her finger and looked at you strangely as if she was confused by your attitude. You smiled and winked at her while she looked at her finger desecrated by your tongue, swallowing as if she had suddenly become nervous.

“Um, I…” she murmured, shaking her head, smiling in a terribly false way and getting up from the chair. “I'll go to get dessert.”

“Mm, dessert,” you said, licking your lips, closing your eyes and sensually running your tongue over them. Well, you really didn't plan on doing it in a sensual way, but you couldn't help it. “I'm looking forward to sucking on that…”

“What…. What?” Donna asked, even more confused, her empty plates shaking in her hand. “You want to suck…”

“Yes, the ice cream…” you whispered innocently. “I was always my scandalous one when it came to eating them. I hope you don't find it disgusting.”

“What?” the lady asked again, making her disconcerting nervousness even more evident. “N-No, of course not.”

“Great,” you said, blinking petulantly, tilting your head to look at her, to see a curious smile that appeared on her lips. “Is something wrong, my love?”

“No, no…” she said quickly, picking up the cutlery, with a much more normal attitude, as if that little nervous moment had mysteriously vanished. “Oh, cazzo…”

The sound of a fork falling to the ground alerted you and your helpful attitude forced you to get up and bend over, just like you did the day before during the shower.

The difference was that this time, you weren't thinking about how close you were to her body, to her black dress. You looked up with a tender smile and unlike the day before, her eye were fixed on yours, looking at you curiously, lowering her free hand to your chin to tilt it slightly. You could hear her thoughts running through her mind, but you couldn't interpret them.

Donna shook her head again after that strange moment, helping you up slowly, letting you climb up while maintaining eye contact, something that made her stir.

“Here,” you said innocently, handing her the cutlery and leaving it on top of the plates. She nodded confused, frowning and walking towards the entrance. “Oh, Donna!” you shouted to get her attention, grabbing her by the waist. “A cream one for me,” you whispered, kissing her ear romantically.

“Cream, s-sure...” she murmured, moving away and looking at you coldly as she left the porch.

You shrugged, letting yourself fall back into your chair and sighing at the pleasure of that meal.

“This is great, I have to be mean more often,” you commented to yourself, laughing amusedly and finishing your glass of water.

After a few minutes, Donna returned with your ice cream, handing it over quickly, with a smile that seemed nervous to you.

“Here you go, tesoro,” she whispered affectionately, leaning down to give you a soft kiss on the lips before returning to her chair.

You frowned as you unwrapped your dessert.

“What about you?” you asked curiously, noticing the emptiness of her hands, which seemed to scratch the black fabric of her dress. “You don’t want one?”

“Um, no, (Y/N) I, no, I’m not hungry anymore,” she said, smiling comfortably again.

You nodded and began to eat that delicious ice cream. Little by little you bit into the chocolate pieces, moaning in pleasure at the sweetness, at the refreshing taste of that perfect dessert for a perfect day.

You hadn't lied. Your tongue passed through the cream slowly, going over the sweet calmly, savoring every inch intensely. You put it in your mouth, making exaggerated turns, taking it out and causing a sound similar to a kiss, one that, you soon realized, was too loud.

Without paying attention to what that meant, you continued with your feat, taking small bites on the tip you had created, accompanying it with the skillful movements of your tongue and your pleasurable moans.

That noisy and wet soundtrack stood out among everything else. The sound of the birds was erased by your licks, the waterfall was nothing compared to the absorption of your mouth in that cream, with the strange sound it made when passing through your tongue. Donna cleared her throat, looking away when you turned your head, looking at the quieter-than-usual woman in black.

“Sorry, I’m making too much noise,” you apologized amused, licking the ice cream even more as your eyes met hers for a moment before she pulled away again, fidgeting in her chair. “Are you okay, Donna?”

“Y-Yes,” she murmured, playing with her dress uncomfortably, looking away again. “Finish it, will you?”

“Mm, why?” you asked curiously. “I like to enjoy it slowly…” you sighed, popping the ice cream back into your mouth.

“O-okay…” Donna whispered, turning slightly in her chair, looking at her lap briefly and frowning. “I… I should go in and…”

“No, wait, I’m almost done,” you said, grabbing her wrist when the doll maker suddenly stood up.

She stopped dead, nodding nervously, looking down again and biting her lip, moving her dress with the hand you weren't holding.

With a tremendous and involuntarily sensual moan, you ended the cruel torture you were doing to the ice cream, licking your lips and sighing in satisfaction.

“Mm... Delicious... I love how the cream melts in my mouth... I could spend hours licking it...” you commented, after which, without being able to finish the sentence, Donna pulled her hand away from yours with a grunt.

“What's wrong with you, (Y/N)? What are you up to?” she asked nervously, moving away from you.

“What? What are you talking about?” you asked confused, getting up at the brusque attitude of the brunette, one that you didn't see any sense in. “Donna, what...?” you asked, interrupted by the sight before you, by your eyes going down to the same place as hers, to her dress deformed by a rather noticeable bulge.

“It's your fault,” the lady growled, covering her embarrassment with her hands while you covered your mouth with yours, holding back your laughter and a gasp of surprise. “It's... It's your fault...”

“My fault? But Donna...” you joked, moving her hands away to see the result of your unconscious actions, the erection that was palpable in the black fabric of her dress. “Donna...”

Your mind asked for your attention to be diverted for a moment, making you remember each of the things you did that day. You thought you had forgotten that dark desire, that you only wanted to enjoy a different day, but it was clear that you couldn't do it, at least consciously.

The hot dog, your tongue on her finger, your mouth very close to her body, that lascivious eye contact and finally that sensual dance of your mouth with the ice cream… Everything seemed to send confusing signals to the brunette, signals that she interpreted in an unexpected way.

You wondered what she was thinking about.

“Wow… So you liked the way I ate that ice cream, huh?” you whispered in a drawl, running a finger along her chest, slowly moving down to her covered shaft, gently caressing it through the fabric.

The lady, embarrassed, nodded slowly, gasping as your skin made contact with hers, as your dancing fingers grabbed the edges of her skirt and pulled it down a bit so you could see for yourself the extent of her arousal.

“Tell me, darling… Would you like me to do the same to you?” you asked in her ear, teasingly feeling her erection through her underwear, grabbing it and moving it slowly, teasing poor Donna, who nodded erratically again.

You hadn’t made a wish on a magic well or anything, but it seemed luck was on your side.

“Mm, very well, my love, I will be happy to please you…” you whispered again, releasing her covered shaft, causing the lady to gasp in annoyance at the lack of contact. “Let’s go inside.”

“No,” she hissed, not letting you drag her with you, staying rooted to the ground, not bothering to cover herself again.

“No?” you asked curiously, a wicked smile crossing your face.

Donna shook her head, removing the clothes that imprisoned her desire, releasing her terribly erect shaft and gesturing for you to return to your position. Her gaze darkened and something resembling a smile appeared on her face as she moved closer to kiss you briefly.

“You caused this, doll, and you're going to fix it, now,” she said, letting the wetness of your kisses mix, making you moan on her lips as you felt her erection pressing into your body, claiming you. “On your knees.”

“Here? But Donna,” you said with a good girl face, tilting your head, lowering your hand to the desired place.

“Chiudi il becco,” she hissed in a rough tone, a common tone in your passionate outbursts. “Get on your knees and suck me off, now…”

“Oh, how rude,” you joked, clicking your tongue but obeying her, bending down until your knees met the stone floor and your eyes were hopelessly fixed on her trembling arousal.

Without having planned it, you were right where you wanted, the way you wanted. It was a sweet victory, a victory over something she didn't even suspect. You had your prize so close that your thoughts darkened even more, encouraging you to enjoy it more, to act how you wanted and not how she demanded.

“Mm, let's see...” you joked, getting a little closer, looking at her with a lustful smile as your hand moved to her shaft, slowly wrapping it as you watched her reaction.

Donna didn't say anything. She simply closed her eye at the pleasure of your caresses. Of course that pleasure couldn't exist even in a dream. You were going to have fun... A lot of fun.

“What are you doing? Your mouth, (Y/N)...” she whispered impatiently, letting her hips be carried away by the soft movements of your hand.

“How impatient,” you said amused, letting her go, kissing the tip for the first time, placing your lips on it slowly with a romantic and wet sound. “Mm… You're so beautiful…”

Donna gasped at the contact, bringing a hand to your hair to keep you in place. That reaction was something new for you. You weren't going to stop enjoying every tremor, every sigh of the brunette, every trembling movement of her penis being praised by your lips.

“Look at you, how hard it is, my love…” you whispered giving small kisses to the tip, licking it softly with your tongue without reaching that desired caress, making her go crazy and growl with pleasure. “I love your cock, Donna… It's so big, so beautiful…” you whispered with a voice camouflaged by your kisses.

“Don't be that way…” she whispered, moaning when your mouth made contact with her body, when your tongue dared to be a naughty, running along her length slowly. “Stop talking and…”

“Mm…” you murmured, laughing, enjoying the taste of her arousal, the movements her body made with each lick, always looking up, meeting her bright eye, not wanting to leave it.

“Stop playing, doll, be good, will you?” Donna said looking away for a moment, moaning gutturally when your lips wrapped around the tip, making her believe that your mouth would run over her erection the way she wanted.

Of course, it wasn't like that. Your mouth pulled back with an obscene sound and your tongue returned to the task of slowly running over every inch with a defiant look.

“I'm not your good doll, Donna,” you commented amused, kissing the entire length, moving it with your hand at will, going down to the edge and then up again, accompanying those innocent kisses with soft movements of your tongue. “I don't think you want me to be…”

“Stop torturing me…” the lady protested, pulling your hair so your eyes met again. “Suck me off now.”

“Don't be that vulgar,” you said pretending to pout, licking her shaft while holding her gaze, forcing her to moan again.

“You like me to be vulgar,” she said, keeping her composure. “Don't lie to me, I've seen how… Ah… how you ate that damn ice cream…”

“Actually, it wasn't on purpose,” you said with a passive voice wrapping your hand around her erection again, stimulating it, making her hips move. “But now that you mention it… You are much more delicious than that ice cream…”

“Enough of the games. Do it or I will do it myself…” Donna growled, pulling your hair hard.

That slightly abrupt attitude only meant one thing. If you continued with your games, she wouldn't be able to stand it.

“Okay…” you said with another pout, moving her erection with your hand, positioning it in your mouth while the eye contact hardened much more, especially when, slowly, you adapted your lips to it, gently wrapping it, sliding your mouth along her shaft.

“Sì… Così buono…” the lady sighed, satisfied because you were good. What she didn't know is that your game wasn't over.

After running your mouth over her erection, after tasting her shaft, hugging it mercilessly, grinding yourself to go as far as possible, you quickly backed away, making an abrupt, wet pop sound interrupt her silent moans.

“It's better than I thought,” you whispered to yourself, watching the sinful dance of her penis as it was released from your lips. “Delicious…”

“It's over, I'm fed up,” she said, grabbing your head with both hands. “The game is over, doll, now it's my turn.”

You couldn't protest as her firm hands brought your mouth back to her shaft, enveloping it again, without that slowness that for poor Donna was torture. Her hips quickened dangerously as she moved in your mouth, as she took you in that terribly arousing way.

Even though you weren't used to something like that and her size was clearly above average, that little discomfort in your throat you felt with each thrust only provoked you.

The sounds stopped being simply obscene to become a tangle of gasps, angry moans from Donna and protests from your invaded throat.

If you could have, you would have smiled, but her movements were neither merciful nor romantic.

“That's it, you whore...” the lady growled, making you open your eyes to look at her face, a sinister face that said that horrible word.

To what extent was she excited to insult you in that way?

Of course, it didn't bother you. It didn't matter what Donna said during sex, afterwards, she was always a cute teddy bear.

“Talk now, laugh, make fun of me, come on, doll,” she said again, slowing her pace, but increasing the intrusion in your mouth. “Oh, certo, you can't, can you?”

You shook your head, desperately taking everything you could. It didn't matter that she was nervous and furious. Your only goal was those moans of pleasure that came from her lips.

“What's wrong, doll? Can't you take it? Is it too much for you?” Donna asked mockingly, letting your mouth go, pulling your hair so you would look at her.

Your breathing was labored and the movements and that pleasant discomfort had brought tears to your eyes but your mouth… Your mouth could only manage a satisfied smile.

“Of course I can, Donna, don't underestimate me,” you whispered, causing a nervous laugh from the lady in black, who didn't waste a second in bringing her hips closer again, resuming those movements.

When you got used to the frenetic rhythm of her cock in your mouth, you started to really enjoy it, so much so that one of your hands, which was hanging from her legs to keep your balance, went down your dress quickly moving away the moisture that was on your underwear, caressing your folds in the same rhythm as her hips.

“Almost there...” Donna said, with a less dark voice, losing the rhythm while you increased yours between your legs, while your fingers curled inside you and your mouth was invaded and desecrated.

You moaned against her skin, causing terribly exciting vibrations to the brunette.

“I'm not going to move away...” she hissed, moving rhythmically, in a more intense way, going even further. “I'm going to do it right in your mouth, doll.”

Your own caresses tried unsuccessfully to overshadow that fulfilled desire, that rough way of taking you and moaning, that improvised carnal act just for Donna.

Her thrusts stopped and her hands pressed your head against her while your mouth filled with her hot release, caressing you with her wet heat, with the delicious taste of her seed.

“Oh…” the lady sighed, releasing you from her grip while you, free of intruders, enjoyed the taste in your mouth, going down your throat, and started to moan at your own movements. “(Y/N)… Gods, maybe, maybe I went too far…”

“No, no…” you said shaking your head, increasing the speed of your hand on your dress, something that apparently went unnoticed by the brunette.

“Have I hurt you, tesoro?” Donna asked, catching her breath. “Oh…” she sighed when she noticed your own release, when a loud scream went through the surroundings, making your orgasm much more intense.

“Oh, Donna…” you said with a smile, taking your hand out of your dress under her watchful gaze. “Do you remember that dream I had yesterday? Well this has been much better…”

[fleursbending]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲’𝐬 𝐀𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐓𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. | Sully Family

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : after the successful intervention, your family's hearts still burn for some good ol' revenge. luckily for them, an unfortunate event arises that allows them to do just that.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : sully!family x sully!daughter reader

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 : i apologise that this took a lot longer than it should have to be posted! i initially wasn't going to do a part 2, but so many ppl wanted it i just decided eh why the heck not?? with that being said, pls read part 1 before this because i don't think this can be read as a stand-alone! mother!tiri really shines through this time so now i'm just healing your mommy and daddy issues atp.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : bullying/teasing?, hurt/comfort yk the drill, angst, fluff, lo'ak pummels ao'nung, pissed mom!tiri, tonowari pops tf off, dorky brother neteyam, ao is a dickwad here!

𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐲 : (actually highkey proud of this i'm trying to use more na'vi in my stories from now on) Tsmuke - sister, Skxawng - moron/idiot, Tsmukan - brother, Yaymak - foolish/ignorant, Sa'nok - mother, Txavä’ -disgusting, ‘Itetsyìp - little daughter (term of endearment), Tsamsiyu - warrior, Muntxate - wife/female spouse, Olo’eyktan - clan leader, ‘Ite - daughter, Itan - son, Sempul - father, Uturu - sanctuary, Oeyä - my (possessive), ‘Awsiteng - together.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 2.9k words !!

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 today, it had been storming the last few days. Now you and your siblings were making the most of the sunshine. Things have been really good the past few weeks, and slowly you were finally beginning to warm up to the ocean. The past had to stay where it was, now you were gradually moving on. 

Y/n remembers her dad's words then, "It's the little steps that end up making the biggest difference." 

He was right, they really did. 

"Neteyam", Y/n giggled as he splashed water at her whilst she sat at the edge of the platform they used to easily access jumping into the water when calling for their Ilu's. Her legs dangled over the edge, peering down at her siblings.

"Tsmuke, you are being silly! Come join us in the water!" Neteyam tried to beckon you to join him and Tuk as they played with their Ilu's.

"Yeah, come on Y/n!" Tuk whined, only to be cut off by ecstatic laughter as her Ilu nudged their head onto her back. 

Y/n held her hands up then, an unfinished anklet dangling below the palm of her hand. 

"I am finishing this, you skxawngs." She reminded them, wanting to give it to Tsireya once it was finished. 

As Y/n began to reach out of her reserved shell, Tsireya swooped right in. She, Neteyam, and Tsireya had become a trio of sorts. She was hoping to make matching anklets for all of them.

"Alright, we're going to ride our Ilu's further out. Is that okay, tsmuke?" Neteyam called out to you, pointing further out.

You rolled your eyes at his worried tone. 

You love your family, really you do. But the one downside to the confrontation you had with all of them. Well, they've been treating you like a little baby ever since then. 

The doting and attention were very much appreciated at first. But it escalated to your siblings trailing after you everywhere you went, for the most part. They'd become increasingly overprotective whenever Ao'nung and his crew were in close proximity to you. The kicker? They implemented a curfew for you now. You had to be home an hour before dinner was ready, a whole hour! 

Basically, your freedom and alone time had been cut in half. Stripped away from you. While you looked a lot more healthy and since perked up in the past few weeks - your family continued to remain on the edge. They just didn't anything to further happen to you, especially now that you've progressed so much.

The Sully's knew you were a strong girl, but the pieces you were starting to put back together could easily be ripped apart again. So for the time being, they'll do whatever it takes to prevent it.

Unfortunately for them, such an event was just right around the corner. 

Y/n scrutinized Neteyam and in return, the eldest son wiggled his nonexistent eyebrows in a taunting manner. 

"Yes, tsmukan. Now go!" You urged him to leave as Tuk waved bye to you.

Letting out a happy sigh at the silence that filled you, wow - this was really nice. She thought to herself. Just the waves rippling beneath you is what accompanies you. 

Neteyam was about to dive into the water when he turned to look back and check on you. There you sat in the same position, back hunched and eyes focused as you continued to weave the unfinished anklet. 

He nodded to himself then, satisfied that you were alright.

Yet the moment he turned his back and dove into the water, the infamous group you've been trying to avoid made their way into the nook where your mauri and outdoor area were. 

Y/n tensed as the air shifted, hearing the sounds of multiple footsteps nearing her. A feeling of deja vu surged through her, oh no. 

"Alone, at last, the great daughter of Toruk Makto!" Ao'nung jeered as their shrill laughter raked through the once peaceful aura you were just starting to settle in. 

A not-so-subtle hiss escaped your lips, eyes closing in disdain. Can a girl not get any damn alone time around here? 

"What's this then? Oh, an anklet!" Ao'nung had stalked over to you from behind, ripping the unfinished weaved strings out of your hand. 

Defeat flooded your futures, not wanting to make anything of this. Y/n hoped they'd just say a few insulting comments and mosey on out of here.

"Who is this for, me? I love it soooo much!" Ao'nung mocked, sarcasm dripping in his tone as his friends cheered him on.

"No. It is for your sister." Y/n deadpanned, not finding the amusement they seemed to be in this predicament. 

"Well, it's quite pathetic. I think you should start over if you want my sister to actually appreciate this." He teased, nimble fingers beginning to untangle the hard work you had just done. 

Your ears folded back then, standing up and facing the idiots. Cracking your neck, a harsh glare was sent their way. Sticking out your open hand, palm up in front of Ao'nung. 

"Just stop that and hand it back over. Then you can be on your own merry ways." You tried to appease them.

"When did you suddenly find your voice? I ought to stomp it out." Ao'nung sneered at you then, and in a blink of an eye, he had thrown your project into the ocean. 

"Ao'nung!" She fumed, angry eyes scouting the water but you could no longer see it. 

"Yaymak! Useless like my father had said, how do you even survive? Come on, take a dip!" He contended, bending down beside you to push you in-

A jarring snarl erupts from behind them. They all jump and swivel around, but are instantly stumped. 

There stood your Sa'nok, gripping a basket full of fruit so viciously that it chipped - pieces of dried flax splintering and falling to the ground. 

"Txavä’. Useless? I ought to show you how you can become useless-" She stormed over to them making most of the boys in front of you yelp in surprise and jump back again.

"Sa'nok! Do not!" You remarked, astonished at her shameless way of protecting you. 

Ever since finding out about what had happened to you, she'd been so civil whenever in the clan leader and tsahik's son's presence. Now she realises how eery those actions actually were. Oh great mother, she was just doing it for your sake. 

"Ma ‘itetsyìp, she is a fierce tsamsiyu. Unlike you!" She vehemently fired, pointing at Ao'nung.

He began to splutter out apologies, the realisation dawning on him that he was being reprimanded by one of the fiercest women Awa'atlu had ever come across.

Another figure popped out of the shadows then, Lo'ak. His fists were tightly clenched at his sides, eyebrows furrowed as indignation rolled off of him in waves.

"Yaymak?! He snapped, and before you could even fully acknowledge his presence he rushed forward - tackling Ao'nung who was receiving a scolding from Neytiri, into the ocean before you. 

"Lo'ak!" Y/n fretted as she peered over the edge to see the two boys yelling and cussing each other out as they floundered about in the water. 

"What in the world…" Jake whispered in question to himself as him and Tonowari rounded the corner - quickening their paces due to the faint sounds of the commotion they had overheard.

His eyes widened at the scene before him, the chief mimicking his expression as well as they stopped, stunned in their tracks.

Neytiri was still yelling at the group of bullies, an accusatory finger prodding at one of his shoulders as he looked down at his feet in embarrassment. She turned a blind eye to what he rebellious son had just done, deeming it was rightfully deserved.

 Both their eyes then flittered over to Y/n who was basically dangling on the edge of the platform, hauling a battered Lo'ak back up. 

His drenched body collided with the surface and he grunted, but that didn't stop him from turning around to flip off Ao'nung who was struggling to push himself up.

"Yeah, eat shit!" Lo'ak continued to provoke him, even while branding a busted lip and what looked like the beginnings of a black eye. 

"Lo'ak…" You cautioned, pointing to your father and Tonowari's looming figures.

"Oh fuck." He cursed to himself. 

"What is going on here?" Tonowari boomed then, stepping forward and making his presence known. 

Jake trailed behind him, tail swishing in unease. 

"Neytiri!" He called for his muntxate, grabbing onto her and pulling Neytiri into his side. 

You walked over to stand by your parents, guilt crescendoing - this happened all because of you. Stupid, you didn't want to make a scene in the first place.

"I'm sorry Olo'ektyan. This is all my fault." Y/n confessed, tail drooping as all the attention was shifted to her. 

"She is lying! My 'ite cannot carry this burden any longer, she will not. This is all your son's fault! He has been antagonising my ‘itetsyìp since we came here." She persisted, a sigh of irritation falling from her lips as she once again pointed at Ao'nung.

The mentioned boy wiped his bloody nose, ears shifting as Neytiri said his name with such harsh conviction.

"'Itan, is what Neytiri speaks of true?" Tonowari divulged as he dug into Ao'nungs pride with a mere look.

"Yes, sempul. What she speaks of is true." He blanched at the scrutinizing look Jake targeted toward him. 

It was like he was about to walk into the battlefield, gun in hand and ready to rain blood.

"Look at me, boy!" Tonowari thundered, eyes now slits as he admonished Ao'nung. 

The clan leader's son could've gotten whiplash from how fast his head turned. 

"Go home, and work up an apology. Now." The chief ordered.

"But, I can apologise now-" He tried to reason, wishing to get this embarrassment over and done with.

"It would be insincere." Both Neytiri and Tonowari spoke at once, the former giving an apologetic nod to your mother in agreement.

Ao'nung tried to fess up some words, but Tonowari glared. His chest almost heaving from contempt.

"Go!" He bellowed. Ao'nung with his tail between his legs scampered off back to his mauri.

His friends stood there, almost comically. They knew they were utterly fucked and word of this would travel back to their own families.

"Why are you still here, shouldn't you be working on your apologies as well?" Tonowari antagonised.

"Oh, uhm- sorry!" One of them spluttered before being shoved by another boy as they all ran off.

Tonowari sighed in chagrin, a hand of his meeting his face. He stood straight then, turning to acknowledge your family.

Right in tow, Neteyam, Tuk, and Kiri were pulling themselves back up from the ocean.

Lo'ak went over to help them. Ignoring the worried hands of his older brother that looked over his bruises.

"As Olo'ekytan, I failed in my duties today. As a father, I also failed. I sincerely apologise to you, dear." He looked at you then, eyes full of guilt as he briefly placed his hand on your shoulder.

"I will be sure that he will see through a firm reprimanding, Jake Sully." Tonowari called to the man that had become his good friend.

"I raise my apology to the rest of your family as well. You came here to seek uturu. This will not happen again." 

Jake motioned, Oel ngati kameie, to him. Tonowari returned the motion, bowing his head down lower than usual to try to convey his genuine upset at the situation his son had conjured.

"You are a fierce mother, Neytiri. Your Sa'nok would be proud." Tonowari added, before turning around and making his exit too. 

Neytiri watched him leave, a faint smile on her lips before giving all her undivided attention to you.

"Oeyä 'ite, are you hurt?" She necessitated, lifting your arms up and checking for any wounds.

"Sa'nok, I am fine." You dejected, eyes flittering to look anywhere to ignore her studying gaze.

"What happened?" Neteyam interjected, rushing over to you and bringing you into a hug. He felt terrible for having left you alone.

"I'm never leaving you again." He whispered, holding your head to his chest.

While the words came with comfort, they made your chest constrict. 

Agitated you shoved him away. In return, Neteyam fumbled backward in surprise.

"Y/n!" Kiri gasped in shock.

"I am fine! I'm going to be fine! I'm not dying or anything, I'm still here okay?! I appreciate the concern, but please. Just, leave me alone." Your voice grew fainter towards the end of your speel, tears welling up in your eyes. 

Cursing to yourself you rushed into the family mauri, humiliation seeping into your conscience. 

Jake began to follow you but Neytiri put a hand on his chest. It had emerged on her then, how a situation that seemed so minor grew to become a lot more vocal than any of them prepared for.

Y/n was not one for attention, let alone being stuck in the midst of it all.

"Give her a moment, then we will go and console her," Neytiri spoke with quiet empathy.

"Okay." Jake agreed hesitantly, all he wanted to do was comfort his daughter. But he knew how much you needed your alone time. 

So they huddled, ‘awsiteng. They waited, ‘awsiteng. 

Until the light escaped the sky, and your raspy voice cut through the gentleness of the night.

"You can come in now, you didn't have to just wait outside. I'm sorry."

Jake looked to his family then, before they all slowly got up and made their way into the Mauri.

You were huddled in front of the fire, a blanket shrouding you as you blankly stared into the burning embers before you.

"Ma 'ite. You are not alone." Jake murmured as he sat by you, brushing away a stray strand of hair that had cast itself over your bloodshot and puffy eyes.

"I know." You acknowledged.

"Tsmuke, you are not alone." Lo'ak reiterated.

"Yes, I know." You acknowledged again, finally looking up at them as they all sat in a circle around the fire.

"‘Itetsyìp, you are never alone," Neytiri affirmed, having sat by your other side and giving your cheek a soft kiss.

"I know. Are you all trying to make me cry again?" You garbled, tears prickling in your eyes at the warmth you were receiving after giving them the cold shoulder.

"No, we aren't! I don't like it when you cry." Tuk remarked, jumping up from her spot and running over to you. Giving you a hug from behind as her little thumbs rubbed away the tears that began to stream down your face.

"Useless my ass! That shithead was so stupid to say tha-" It seemed Lo'ak was still hung up on what Ao'nung had said.

"Lo'ak!" You all chided, quiet laughter following.

Jake grinned down at you then, his teeth even showing a little as he watched his pride and joy laugh. "Baby girl, we mean it. We're all in this together…‘awsiteng." 

"‘Awsiteng." You repeated, smiling up at him. 

He combed through your hair, bringing you and Tuk into his chest.

"And you're right. You need some alone time, yeah? But we'll always be right around the corner. Okay?" Jake continued to reassure you, rubbing your shoulder - or what part he could reach since Tuk wouldn't let go of you still.

"Okay." You mumbled, arms wrapping around his shoulders and squeezing. 

The pieces that felt so scattered and displaced suddenly puzzled back together.

This is home. Not the forest, not the ocean, not the mauri you all resided in.

As chatter overtook the silence, your parents began to cook up a late dinner. Your eyes met Neteyam's who sat directly parallel to you - he gave you a dorky thumbs up. Your little sign between each other that Jake had mentioned in passing that sky people do when you were younger, "Hey, are you okay?"

You returned it with your own equally as dorky thumbs up, earning a questionable look from your mother who after all these years - still could not fully grasp the concept.

This is home, the family that would always accept and love you through the toughest of times. Your family, that always made you feel whole. Complete.

As Neteyam yipped happily at your thumbs up, unable to hold his happiness under wraps. You thought then,

"Eywa, there is no other place I'd rather be."

࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ˳೫˚

𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐔𝐒 :

As your family began to prepare to sleep, Lo'ak tapped your shoulder. 

You turned to him, giving him a questioning gaze.

"Yes, Tsmukan?" 

He opened your hands before a familiar unfinished project was placed gently in them.

"I tried to dry it outside, I don't know how salvageable it'll be but I am willing to help. I know Tsireya really likes- oomph!"

You stood on your tippy toes, tugging him in to a gracious embrace. 

He smiled then, hands wrapping around you as he swayed you two from side to side.

"I appreciate it so much, thank you brother." 

𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 ━━━ 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑

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[xxmaddyxx]

Poking your stomach rolls mha edition!

haikyuu editions on my masterlist :) contents - literally just mha bbys poking your stomach bcs its adorable

baby boy bakugou first ofc

so you guys decided to have a movie night at his dorm bcs it had been a long week of school

you were in the kitchen making popcorn when you heard him come up behind you

he wrapped his arms around our waist and grumbled "how much longer"

"about 2 minutes"

he grumbled again and buried his face in the crook of your neck

"impatient much?" you smiled

"just leave it i wanna go watch the movie"

you softly scratched his head which was still on your shoulder

"babes im sure you can last 2 more minutes"

"i wanna cuddle though..." he whispers

"why are we whispering?" you looked at him

"i don't want them to hear" as your friends were in the common room

"ohh mkay then"

his hands found their way under your sweatshirt and he softly squished your plushiness

"whacha doin there"

"i really like this little squish, it's cute" he whispered again

"thanks :) oh the popcorn's done!"

"good" he then picked you up and wrapped your legs around his waist with the popcorn in your hand

and ofc mina saw you from the common room, took a picture of you guys and sent it to you later

alrighty bby sero's time to shine

he texted you asking you to come to his dorm

mind you it was like 2 am but whatever

but after some convincing you grabbed a pillow and made your way to his dorm

you opened the door and saw his figure on the bed, literally posing

"what could you possible need at 2 am babe" you rubbed your eyes and closed the door

he shot his tape at you and pulled you onto the bed causing you to yelp a lil bit

"what was that forrr" you whined

"you look so cute in your pj's i couldn't help myself" he wrapped his arms around you and squished your stomach

"will you stop it" you said, already half asleep

"what, your tummy's so cute" he pouted

"fine. just let me sleep please" you kissed his nose

he sighed dramatically, "i guessss, but i'm using your stomach as a pillow"

"mhm now shush"

oml i love him

last but defo not least, bby shoto

honestly your tummy is literally his favorite part about you

and your thighs ofc he just seems like a thigh guy ngl

ANYWAY

okok hear me out-

you guys went to the gym kinda early so there was literally no one there

you did not wanna get up but he promised you a breakfast date and ofc that worked

and you're doing like the tricep dip things and he's holding your waist like spotting you yk

and when your arms finally gave, he wrapped his entire arms around you and put you down

"see it wasn't that bad" he said as he pressed a kiss to your head

"i can't feel my arms" you let your arms go limb to show him

"baby, just think of the amazing food you'll get later" he said as he went to get more weights

you sat down on the bench and a lil roll was poppin yk

he turned around and looked lovingly at your figure

"babe i'm seeing a booty pump"

you looked at him like an idiot "we haven't done any butt exercises shoto"

"well it's lookin good then" he sat next to you and you rested your head on his shoulder

he wrapped his arm around your frame and grabbed your rolls like a stress ball

my heart

"can we gooo pleasseee"

"y/n we've been here for 10 minutes"

"and?"

[ddejavvu]

hey! i just broke up w my bf of almost two years today and have been really sad.

I wanted to thank you for your works bc there helping me get through this. your hotch x reader works are keeping me sane

idk if your interested but maybe a request of reader breaking up with their partner and is very sad was bc they were so busy w the bau and life so they think its best and hotch is there for her and comforts them. he has feelings for them but doesnt want to make a move bc yk newly single. but he does little things to make her feel better bc he likes to see her smile :)

this is completely self service so you dont have to write but i love you works i think ur my fav writer on here :) i hope all is well love 💜

hi lovey! first off, i'm so sorry that you're going through a breakup. I hope that this can help even just a little bit, please take care of yourself and eat something yummy <333

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Today holds new experiences for both you and Aaron. For example, you've never seen him in sweatpants before, and he's never seen you with 4 hours worth of tear-induced eye bags.

As luck would have it, when you turn into the tissue aisle, the metal bars of another cart smash into your own. They weren't going fast, but you were, hellbent on getting what you need and getting out again, so the screeching of metal on metal only makes your headache worse.

"Sorry," You rush, keeping your eyes averted as you yank your cart away from the other. You keep conversation short, but the voice that comes from the person you'd just rammed into makes you stiffen instinctually.

"Y/N?"

It's Hotch.

It's your boss, the man who you try extra hard to be nothing but professional around. The man who's seen you only in perfectly dry cleaned pantsuits and neat hair is seeing you in pajama pants and crocs with a nose so swollen it looks like you've been stung by a bee.

"Hotch," You cringe, nodding politely as you try maneuvering your cart around his, "Sorry for bumping into you. I was in a hurry."

"I can see that," He grabs onto the bars of your cart to stop you from pushing it anywhere, and you chance a cautious look up at his face; his brow is knit in concern, and his eyes are shining with the same look. But your glance upwards reveals that his son is with him, a boy no more than four years old sitting in the cart and looking at you with a tiny hint of terror on his little face, something that probably stems from your no-makeup zombie look. He's mid-chew on a tiny handful of popcorn that he'd probably begged his dad for at the front.

"What happened?" Aaron asks, pulling your attention back to him, and you're slightly relieved he doesn't go for 'Are you alright?'. Clearly, you're not.

"Uh," You sniffle, chuckling dryly, "Bad breakup. Just- getting some tissues, that's all."

"Oh." He hums, hand loosening on your cart, "I'm sorry. Do you want to talk about it?"

"Um," You glance around the store, knowing not many people are there, but it would still be weird to open up a therapy session in the TP aisle, "No, it's okay. Thank you, though. Really, I appreciate it."

"Okay," Aaron nods, though none of the concern has left his expression, "But if you'd like to some other time, please remember I'm here if you need me. Even if it's late, if you need help I'll give it to you."

His sincerity brings a fresh wave of tears to your eyes that he smiles sadly at, and you smear a hand over your eyes to get rid of them, "Thanks, Hotch."

"Mhm," He hums, looking ready to let you go until his son hooks a chubby fist into his shirt.

"Hm?" Aaron looks down, and leans his head next to Jack's when the little boy tugs him closer.

They huddle for a moment, Jack whispering into Aaron's ear, and the man's hand tightens around your cart once more. Just when you thought you'd escaped.

"I think you should." Aaron nods, straightening up, glancing over, and nodding his head towards you, "Go ahead, buddy."

Jack looks up at you with that same hint of apprehension you'd seen earlier, but he digs a fist into his popcorn bucket and extends the hand to you. You actually feel your heart melting, the organ liquifying and dripping through your ribcage to pool like goo in your stomach.

"Uh- maybe," Aaron reaches for the bucket, intent on giving you a handful that hasn't touched sticky toddler hands, but you take Jack's offering without hesitation.

"Thank you, honey," You croon, and he drops the kernels into your open palm, "That does help, popcorn makes me much less sad."

"Daddy makes it for movie night." Jack's voice is soft and sweet, and you smile, sniffling weakly once more.

"Really? That sounds fun, what movies do you watch?"

"We're watching Monsters University tonight," Aaron informs you, then his posture straightens as an idea blooms in his brain, "Y'know, if popcorn makes you less sad, I think you should come and have some with us."

"Oh," Your eyes widen slightly, and you shake your head on impulse, "No, that's okay. I couldn't-"

"I'm asking you to." It's the firm voice Aaron uses whenever he's giving someone orders around the office; you suppose he can't separate his work life and home life completely.

"I don't like the thought of you being alone," Aaron admits, eyeing the ice cream already in your cart, "How about we pick up another pint and head to checkout?"

"I'll be okay," You reach for a package of tissues, extra large, "Don't worry about it, Aaron."

You don't see it, but Aaron pinches Jack's side lightly, spurring the boy into action.

"Please come over tonight," Jack begs, and you swear he's making his eyes shiny on purpose, "Mike Wazowski is funny, and you can't be sad if you're watching something funny."

Aaron raises his eyebrows at you, and you see the faint hint of a smirk playing at his lips; got you.

You take a deep breath in, speaking on the exhale, "Alright. Um, can I bring anything else?"

"Pajamas, maybe." Aaron hums, "Movie nights are always better in pajamas."

You glance disdainfully down at your outfit, ragged pajama pants and a sweatshirt, "Check."

"Perfect," Aaron chuckles, finally letting go of your cart and turning it towards the ice cream aisle, "Let's go, buddy, if Y/N's coming over tonight, you need a bath. She doesn't wanna sit with a stinky boy."

"I'm not stinky!" Jack insists, looking like he's never been more offended in his life.

Aaron leans in, theatrically sniffing at the space near Jack's shoulder. He bugs his eyes out, turning his head to the side and fake-coughing, "Woah."

Jack roars with laughter at his dad's dramatics, feet kicking at his Aaron's stomach, and the sound of his giggles make the popcorn you're munching on taste a little bit sweeter.

[cretaceos]

Pls share landoscar fics recommendations 🤭

oh god, there’s actually so many fics that i’d like to recommend, this ones are just the tip of the iceberg, but lfg! (I’ll be linking them, so if you wanna check the summary (because i’m too lazy to copy) just click on it)

jealousy by @ipleadbritney

HEAR ME OUT, it’s the jealousy prompt that gets me on this one, im such a sucker for it, y’know? might not go too deep on the matter bc it’s just a personal thing, but this one ‘s just perfect.

sleeping problems by @f1extras

fluffy attack bc i had one while reading this! i loved the idea and the whole thing was just nice! so yeah, definitely rec this!!

even if it ends by @its-all-papaya

ive read this one during one of those insomnia moments and it got my heart all warm and a smile bc it’s so CUTE.

how the kingdom lights shined by @tiredwishes

save me prince oscar piastri SAVE ME!!1!1! so, this is kinda biased taste bc i just RLLY LIKE ROYALTY AU but it doesn’t change the fact that it’s good.

now we are getting into the [as] area (which means you should check the tags)

when the blood is dripping by @lovelylotusf1

(i hope i tagged the right user lmao) it’s the vampires…. they’re killing me…. landoscar with vampire oscar………… just yk….. just read it.

once more, with feeling by @qdverti

not so surprisingly, im a sucker for abo dynamics, and this one followed a line that i rlly liked so, yep! definitely rec!

but my tracks are better by @bright-and-burning

HEAR ME OUT AGAIN, i told yall im a sucker for abo dynamics which means i will read and recommend every fanfic in the tag if possible! this one was just……….. yk………. can’t put in words *chef kiss*

all good things come in threes by anonymous

i laughed but at the same time it felt so serious that i started nervously laughing and eventually finished it and it’s so good????

as i said, i’m lazy so that’s it for today! 8 fics for yah to read, hopefully i tagged the right users, and if i didn’t im sorry :D and that’s all folks!!

[sorry-moots]

Clever… Boy?

pairing: tsukishima kei x gn!reader tags: reader insert, characters are adults, fluff, no pronouns used, no use of y/n, reader likes jurassic park cw(s): none

so just pretend with me for a second that you work at a boba shop right next to your college campus, yk the kind that sells boba tea and then random little desserts and pastries

you’re doin your thang when this giant blond saunters in with the most displeased, unimpressed visage a human could possibly muster

but he’s wearing a jurassic park t-shirt which has you perked up in an instant

“Hey, nice shirt! I like Jurassic Park, too,” you greet him, showing off your own merch.

The blank look doesn’t leave his face. “That’s not from Jurassic Park, it’s from the Jurassic World trilogy. Those movies were just a money grab.”

Surprised he noticed, you let out a nervous laugh. “No, literally, have you seen Jurassic World Dominion? Half the movie is cameras panning between some unfortunate reptile and Chris Pratt making aggressive eye contact with it. I just bought the merch because it was cute…” you trail off.

Had you been focused on his face, you would have seen the way his lip quirked up at you. “A velociraptor’s a velociraptor, I guess.”

“Yeah!” you agree, lighting up. “Anyway, what can I get you?”

he visits the shop every monday, wednesday, and friday between classes. these are the days that yamaguchi has tutoring but this is a total coincidence. totally not a decision made to avoid sharing your time and attention with another man.

on mondays and wednesdays, he orders earl grey boba milk tea, but on fridays he asks if you have strawberry shortcake (the answer is always no)

“Why doesn’t a shop like this have strawberry shortcake?” he scoffs. “You have vanilla, chocolate, coffee, red velvet, you even have tres leches.”

“Would you, perchance, like to order vanilla, chocolate, coffee, red velvet, or tres leches?” you asked, voice dripping with sarcasm.

“This is a serious failing as a business to cater to the demands of its clientele.”

“Want me to tell the boss?”

“Just give me the vanilla cake and the usual.”

once he’s become an official Regular™ and you’re trusted with the display case, you abuse your power. for good obviously.

As he walks in, your eyes are trained on his face and you can actually see the excitement shine in his eyes for all of three seconds before he scowls at you.

“Did you really print out a picture of a strawberry shortcake and tape it inside of the display case? How much time did you waste photoshopping that? Isn’t this a health code violation?”

“Aww, I can’t believe you figured it out so quick!” You expected him to see through it at some point, but not instantly. “I guess you really are a clever… boy?”

“Don’t ever say that again.”

“Clever guy? Clever dude?”

“I’m giving you one star on Yelp and mentioning you by name.”

“WAIT NO MY BOSS READS THOSE”

a/n: please shoot me if someone has already done this