#you could give him a rock and he would probably have a nibble just to check

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[neuvistar]

HONKAI STAR RAIL MEN AS FATHERS! pt one.

— featuring ┊jing yuan, blade, dan heng, gepard x fem!reader (all separate)

— warnings / content warnings ┊hsr men as fathers !! mostly fluff ! SPOILERS ON BLADE’S (?) PART, not proofread i think, you r married to them here, a little angst on blade’s but it’s nothing much, mentions of pregnancy, blade referred to as “ren”, them being absolute sweethearts </3 overall just fluff! | pt two. (luocha, welt, sampo) pt three. (aventurine, dr ratio, argenti, boothill, sunday gallagher)

— a/n ┊oh my days i’m sooo obsessed w these, i love thinking abt them too like okayyy.. strong jing yuan + gepard best father believer !! I ALREADY MADE A SEPARATE TAG 4 THIS TOO SO I CAN RAMBLE ABT IT W MY PRECIOUS FOLLOWERS, ANONS N MOOTS !! </3 you could tell i had fun writing gepards (i rlly did)

best papa #1. jing yuan (DILF DILF DILF!)

- JING YUAN would be such an amazing father, it’s like it’s natural to him, he’s one of the sweetest n most supportive ones !! when he found out about your pregnancy he would spin you around in his arms, kissing the temple of your forehead whispering “i love you”s under his breath. hes such a dilf too jesus fuck

- JING YUAN would have three kids (jesus christ) two girls n one boy, HE WOULD BE SUCH A GOOD DAD N I KNOW IT! he’s so patient and gentle with you during your pregnancy, and he was even more patient n gentle w his own kids, he loves them very much. he would be willing to teach his children everything, he would help them with their swordsmanship skills and even help out with other things, he’s such a good papa it hurts, he’s so gentle with your children, he’s an absolute natural! it’s like he was meant to be a dad almost

- JING YUAN who would be protective over his kids but not too protective, he loves seeing them all free, especially when they were just little cute babies. his eldest daughter loved running around his office, tugging at his clothes and asking him to play with her.

“dadddd! play with me noww! brother and sister wants to play too, we’ve been waiting for ten minutes like you said, but it already passed!”

“not now, princess.” his lips melted into a soft grin, giving his daughter a small pat on the head. “how about this, how about you and your siblings accompany daddy while he works, ‘that sound good?”

- JING YUAN who tries his best to make his children happy, i bet he’s the type to sing small little lullabies for them to help them sleep, rocking his little son in his arms as he has his small little fingers around his. he’s great with animals as well, he would take his children to a little adventure one day and have them hold and feed the birds that are always around him, nibbling on their tiny hands as he guides them, helping them try and feed it.

“go on, try and feed him. he doesn’t bite, he’s not scary either right? dad’s here to protect you, remember?

- JING YUAN who would talk to his children when they were still in your womb, telling them stories about his life, his adventures and telling them how beautiful their mommy was. jing yuan would consider this as his daily routine, he loved talking to his little ones even before they were born!

“hey princess. daddy loves you so much, y’know that?”

“daddy is excited to meet you too sweetheart, yes he is. but try not to give your mother a hard time, okay?“

best papa #2. blade

- BLADE who never thought he’d ever become a dad because of the life he lives, so much regret and grief in his heart so therefore he would start off a bit rocky, he was a bit unsure and didn’t quite understand the aspects of being a father and that worried him so much. he was terrified of not fulfilling his duties and responsibilities as a father but you always reassured him that he’s doing the best he can and that’s what truly matters.

“ren honey, she can’t support the weight of her own head, you know?”

“.. she can’t?”

oh boy.. he had a lot to learn.

- BLADE would probably have one kid! HE WOULD HAVE A DAUGHTER IM CONFIRMING THAT RN. your little princess is almost bound to look like him! she’s like a mini version of blade as she has the same hair, same eyes, etc! aaa it’s so cute! he thinks so too, he just doesn’t have the balls to actually admit it. his little princess would think of her papa as the strongest person in the world! it’s adorable honestly, she wants to be just like him, big and strong!

- BLADE who would be extremely overprotective over his daughter, he would have a very soft spot for her too. he would give everything his all to secure her knowledge about the current life he was living right now as a stellaron hunter, he knew he wasn’t the best, but he was willing to change for you and his child. yet, it still worried him. it still worried him that maybe one day his daughter will eventually find out about his past and follow his exact footsteps, everyday he prays nothing like that happens, he wants her to do good, not bad. he doesn’t want her to fall in the same path he went before.

- BLADE who honestly didn’t expect to have a child himself, so when he was caught right handed carrying a small little child in his arms, kafka and silver wolf would doubt him at first, asking him if this was just another child he found in the middle of the streets, shocked to find out he was acc a father n he wasn’t messing w their heads again skull emoji

“that’s.. that’s your kid?!”

“yeah.”

“she looks just like you..”

“are you sure you aren’t messing with us? you actually had sex?!”

“.. could you have worded that a better way?”

- BLADE who would find comfort in his own family, making a promise to himself that he would absolutely devote his love to you and his little princess, he would do everything to protect you and her, even if it means risking his everything for the both of you. but yet.. he still thinks about how he’ll eventually watch you and his little princess die while he lives on, for eternity. he wants to bask in the presence of his beloveds for as long as he could, he would break the curse of his immortality if he could, just so he see his loved ones die, no.. not again. he can’t afford to see the two most important people of his life die, once again. but he knew, his fear would come true eventually.

best papa #3. dan heng

- DAN HENG is a SWEETHEART. tbh hes a a lil confused but he’s trying + he’s learning! he also never expected he would ever have a child of his own, he doubted his own abilities at first but he got the hang of it as it flows through, he’s an outstanding father too! he’s just a lil confused but he’s got the spirit

- DAN HENG would probably have multiple kids, about two! one girl and one boy. when his first child was born, he felt a wave of happiness and relief wash through his body as he was finally taking in one of the biggest responsibilities there is, he promised himself he would do his best for you and his kids, and he really kept his promise! he does try his best and tries his hardest to give them the utmost care and support, he loves his pretty wife and his kids sm and it shows

- DAN HENG would have good hearing! when his young ones were still little babies, he would usually be the first one to aid them whenever they wake up in the middle of the night crying, gently rocking them in his arms until they fall asleep in his arms, their small hands on his shirt. so cute <3

- DAN HENG who would help his kids fall asleep by sitting or laying by their side and watch them sleep, maybe he would hum a tone or two.. he just can’t comprehend the fact that he was the father of these kids, he treasures them sm and you notice it, he’s just so so sweet to you and your kids

“dan heng?” you would call, entering the room of your kids before seeing your husband laying on the edge of the bed, arm over the two young ones as a gentle grin forms on your face as you shut the door, god. you married the right man.

- DAN HENG who just wants the best for his kids, he would come off as too overprotective sometimes and it might look like he was angry but in reality he just wants the best for them and wants to keep them safe.

“i thought i told the both of you not to go there.”

“.. but daddy you didn’t say that! that’s no fair!”

dan heng crouched down to his daughter’s level, eyeing her and his son down. “daddy doesn’t want you both to get into trouble. plus, you could easily get hurt or stepped on from some big monster.”

“dan heng, stop scaring the kids.” you crossed your arms, before a tug on your shirt was made,

“no no mommy, it’s not scary! because we know that daddy is always gonna be there to save us!” dan heng grinned, pulling his two younglings in a tight hug. he really does hope he can fulfill that, he wants to be there for them after all.

best papa #4. gepard landau

- GEPARD is such a girl dad, he would have three little princesses! gepard is surprisingly a good dad, like i said he’s a such a girl dad he would cherish and love his princesses (including you <3) until the end of time, he’s such a good dad it makes my heart melt, he would probably ramble about the fact he has three daughters to serval, HES SOOO SWEET ABT IT TOO. “mhm mhm. i have three princesses in my household!” is what he would say, he loves his daughters smmm HES A GIRL DAD U CANNOT TRLL ME OTHERWISE. speaking of serval, she would be an amazing aunt i know it!

- GEPARD is such a loving and doting father! when his first daughter was born he probably thanked every star in the whole universe for this amazing gift that was brought upon him and you, HE LOVES YOU AND HIS DAUGHTERS SM BRO. he can be a bit overprotective and it might lead him to seem a bit controlling but he doesn’t mean to be or sound controlling in the first place, it’s only because he wants his daughters to be safe, he knows how bad the world can be and he doesn’t want anything to happen to them.

- GEPARD who is willing to style his daughters’ hair, honestly you wondered where he inherited his skills from since he’s such a natural at it! (he got it from serval) sometimes you’ll even see one of your daughters in cute little pigtails held up in cute little pink bows, it’s so adorable to you!

“who did your hair baby? it looks great today.”

“daddy did!” when she said that, gepard would probably be eavesdropping from the kitchen, a huge stupid smile on his face <3

- GEPARD who does his best to protect his wife and his children, sometimes you would tell stories to your kids about how amazing gepard really is, and how he’s the captain of the silvermane guards! i bet if they still had fears over little things like monsters under their beds etc your daughters would always go to gepard so he can “fight” the monsters off, gepard finds it so adorable how go to him whenever they’re scared, because he knows he can protect them from anything <3

- GEPARD probably has a daughter that looks up to him a lot, trying to follow in his footsteps. when his little daughter was little, she would sometimes sneak out from her room and sometimes catch him training, doing weird motions with his hands she didn’t quite get and copy him! she views gepard as “the strongest hero in the whole universe”

“daddy daddy! look look, it’s a drawing of me in your armour! one day i’ll be just like you, brave and strong!”

the blonde’s gaze softened, a low chuckle leaving his chest as he picked her up from the ground planting a quick kiss on her nose. “you’re already brave and strong, princess. you’re just as brave and strong as daddy is”

he’s such a girl dad ugh i love those men

[sunny-mercya]

Chasing Shadows

Percy Jackson x Male Reader

Fandom -> Percy Jackson Series

Masterlist

Percy had known, more gotten it told—rather offhandedly and in a rude, dismissive and snarky snide manner—about your mental health from the very beginning, when he had first woken up in Camp Half-Blood.

It hadn't deterred him to befriend you—the skittish, anxious and shy boy, with a sunshine like smile and an heart filled with too much joy and genuine love.

So now, when summer vacation had started again for Percy—after almost a whole year since the Battle against Kronos rising had been won and over—to be back at Camp, hopefully for some tranquility and peaceful time, the very first thing he did—besides bringing his luggage into his Cabin—was to check up on you.

You're a full time camper since birth and the only few times you had gotten even remotely out of Camp, had been during two Quests—where Percy had dragged you along for non real purpose in all honesty—and the final battle. Percy knew how cramped and suffocating you felt in camp, so he hopes the present he had brought for you—would cast a smile on your lips.

Jogging around, having a hard time finding you as you weren't in your usual spots and neither were you in the Apollo Cabin—which wasn't your Cabin to stay in as Apollo isn't your other parental half, but due an oath binding between Apollo and Zephyr—your actual parental half—you (and all other children of Zephyr, which were none thought as you're the only one) are allowed to stay in the Apollo Cabin as well.

Percy had heard from Annabeth—which was a bit surprising as the both of you are not familiar with one another at all—and Will, which was to be expected as you're his unofficial—hopefully soon officially—adopted little brother, how your mental health had taken a drastic shift into a worsen state than it had been before.

When Percy checked the Medical wing and couldn't saw in there either, there had been only more place left in his mind—where you probably could've been hiding, a small offside shore by the lake—and Percy swore, if you're not there either, he would go to Chiron and and report you missing.

~~~

Percy thanked Zeus and possibly God above with sincere gratitude, that you're indeed by the lake.

Though when Percy was almost near you—eyes widen in shock, breath caught in his lungs, once he saw your appearance vaguely close enough—he skidded into an stop, stumbling a few steps forward and landed with his knees—probably scraping them open—in the rough pebble and rock filled sand.

He crawled the last bit of way, sitting himself right in front of you. You didn't seem to register him at all, in a sort of daze you are—in your own world, lost in empty thoughts—staring with with dull eyes, void of emotions and life, at him or more like through him as if he was glass.

»Hey, [Nickname], I almost thought about to report you missing. You're way too good at hiding, seashell,« chuckled Percy, placing his hands over yours, wanting to recoil his touch back instantly—shuddering in a flinch, when feeling how leathery and boney your hand was—but didn't, giving you a squeeze and interwoven his fingers with yours.

What happened to you? Thought Percy, swallowing hard as his breath threatened again to be stuck in his lungs. Licking over his lips—slightly nibbling and pulling on the skins.

»[Name],« he called your name, in a softer hushing voice, out again. Caressing with his thumbs over your hand and again you didn't reacted.

While giving you a short full body scan, Percy engulfed you slowly into a hug—pulling you close and slowly down to the sandy and scratchy pebble rock ground.

Your skin, which had a once healthy glow to it, looked now ashen pale sickly and had a leathery grease to it. Cheekbones, chubby baby fat gone, hollowed and sunken in—so were your eyes and eye-bags beneath it, darker than ever.

Percy could tell that you had lost significantly lost weight, leaving you more than just scrawny—boney skinny, with arms so thin like toothpicks and your ribcage showing through—in a sense—your shirt.

By Zeus, you looked more like a corpse than an actual human being.

~~~

When the sun had started to set ever so slowly in the late afternoon, Percy picked you up—realising, his mind now completely catching up on the fact how, weight losses you actually are—after talking your ear off with everything he had on his mind, unconsciously making you fall asleep and carrying you back to the Apollo Cabin.

Laying you down onto your bed, Percy sat down next to you for a few more minutes of moments, while Will—who had nodded at him solemnly when he had entered the Cabin with you—passed out from exhaustion—in his arms—had drawn the curtains close around your bed as you never liked it to sleep in such open space, where everyone could watch you.

Percy examined your wrist, seizing up the freshly healed scars—which definitely weren't from a fight or sparring—he had a hunch, a fucking good hunch, to what was happening to you and leaves you in nothing but a mere unresponsive hollowed shell of decay.

Clenching his eyes shut for a second and blinking away the tears, which started to build up with a pressuring burning in his eyes, Percy looked at Will—wanting some answers, clarification and confirmation.

»How long?«

»Probably started shortly after the final battle against Kronos and Luke.«

»Why didn't you guys told me sooner?«

Will shrugged his shoulders, folding some clothes—putting them down onto the empty chair—and checking your nightstand cabinet, mentally noting down which of your medications and prescriptions needed to be refilled.

»Everyone handles Traumatic experiences differently and I've noticed it rather late, which mind you I'm still upset with myself about it, the telltale signs. Then again, you know how my brother is, never wanting to burden anyone,«

Percy swallowed, remembering it clearly—the traumatic experience, Will was talking about;

Luke in your arms, whispering apologies with his last remaining breaths to you and you reassuring him, that while you're still angry with him—about his stupidity of decision he made—you would forgive him and telling a lie of how everything gonna be okay.

And then, Percy had only walked away for a few seconds to get Will or Lord Apollo, when a piercing scream—your scream, so full of desperation and sorrow—echoed through, Percy stopped dead in his tracks.

Turning around fast, Percy looked at you with an horrific expression. You who is covered in blood and other bodily things, which he not dared to say out loud.

Lukes blood to be exact, then Luke—while still talking to you, in his hoarsely dying voice—had exploded, Kronos last dying act of breath itself, into a gruesome splattering thickly bloody mass.

So yeah, Percy knew very well what Will was talking about and a topic which had never been addressed properly with you, without sending you into a hysterical panic.

~~~

When Percy had retired back to his own Cabin, falling easily into sleep, he knew the dream—which were more a foretelling—he had, was a sign that this summer was just like the last few ones—filled with prophecies and adventures.

And in all this where you—getting dragged around, hair turning from ash grey into a snow white and leaving you more vulnerable crippled than before—losing perhaps the last part of your sanity to continue to live on.

Percy felt scared. He couldn't lose you. He just couldn't and he won't as you're his everything—his seashell to his waves.

[violetsaffron5]

NSFW Gojo Week (5)

Ao3 • Discord 18+ • Social Media • Series Masterlists

Pairing: Gojo x f!Reader

Gojo maybe, kinda, sorta got hit with a sex curse technique on purpose and he can't stop thinking about one thing.

cw: sex pollen/curse, breeding, cum play, vaginal sex, spit kink, creampie, this one is just kinda silly goofy

words: 2.4k

Masterlist • Day 4 • Day 6

“Hey, baby…”

“Hey, Satoru… You okay? What’s up?”

You can hear hesitancy in his voice through the other line of the phone, which isn’t normal, to say the least.

“Um. I kinda fucked up at work today.”

Okay. That’s not unusual.

“Oh. Yaga making you work overtime or something?”

“No, not exactly. Can you just… come home as soon as possible?” You’re able to make out some rustling in the background but are unable to tell exactly what it is.

“Home?”

“Yeah.”

“Uh, okay. I’ll… be there soon, I guess.”

In all the years that you’ve been together, that you’ve just known him, it’s not uncommon for him to do something to piss Yaga off and be forced to pick up extra missions as punishment. But for him to be sent home?

It had to have been bad.

You’re racking your brain but unable to come up with something bad enough that he would do that this would happen. Did they fire him? Could they fire him?

If that’s the case, then there’s a good chance Satoru isn’t taking the news well. He loves his students and has a great passion for teaching them, so you’re really not sure what kind of mess you’re about to walk into.

When you step into your shared apartment everything is clean like usual. Looking around the kitchen and living room, nothing is amiss. The only thing you can hear is music coming from down the hall.

As you make your way toward the bedroom, you’re able to make out the distinct sounds of Satoru panting and grunting, and you’re really unsure of what’s going on at this point.

“Satoru? What’s going on in her-”

You blink several times, not expecting to walk in on this.

He’s standing in front of the full-length mirror next to the dresser, wearing nothing but his socks, muscles rippling, with his palm gripped around his hard cock watching as he strokes himself.

His eyes catch yours and he gives you a lopsided grin, slicking back his sweat-covered bangs, “Oh. Hey.”

You don’t mean to, you really don’t, but you can’t help but laugh at what you’ve just walked in on, “Were you just… in the mirror?”

Finally, you take a moment to look around the bedroom only to notice it’s a wreck. His clothes are strewn all over, a couple of energy drinks sit on the nightstand next to his side of the bed, and there are bottles - bottles - of lube on the dresser next to where he’s standing.

He watches you with a serious expression as he strides over to you, “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

You smile at his words, trying your absolute best to not continue laughing, “Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah.” He breathes, cupping your face as he places several soft, sensual kisses on your lips. You can feel the way he’s rocking his hips into you, trying to get more stimulation.

“What’s got you all hot and bothered?” You ask as he moves to nibble your ear. Satoru has always smelled good, but right now, despite the sheen of sweat covering his body, he smells like vanilla and warmth and it’s making it incredibly hard to resist him.

“I just…” His eyes trail down to your stomach, hands on your waist, thumbs pressing small circles on your stomach, “I just really wanna fuckin’ breed you.”

Your eyes grow wide at his words. This isn’t something you ever talked about seriously. The few times the topic has been brought up, he’s shut it down almost instantly expressing that he doesn’t want to have kids until he reaches his goal of resetting Jujutsu society.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Yeah… I gotta… You’re gonna look so fucking good all big and round and full of me.”

It’s probably not a smart move, but you’ll entertain his exceptionally rampant, lustful thoughts for now. It’s not like you’ve ever really been able to resist his advances, always melting to his touch as soon as his lips press to yours.

When you grab the base of his cock, Satoru whimpers as you drag your hand slowly to the tip a few times while he slips his tongue into the warmth of your mouth.

And then he moans with furrowed brows. And you know that moan, along with the familiar wet, stickiness that’s been released in the palm of your hand.

“Satoru… did you just…” You look down and sure enough, the evidence of his release is in your fist.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty.”

His eyes bore into yours when he brings your hand to his lips and licks his cum off, eyes slowly turning more black than blue with lust.

Your mouth is agape as you watch him, utter confusion written on your face, especially as he places your hand back on his cock.

“Why are you still-”

Hard.

Sure, Satoru can go like a fucking racehorse. There have been plenty of times when the two of you have stayed up all night and day rolling between the sheets. But even this is unusual for him.

“Mm. You should strip for me,” He decides, moving to sit at the edge of the bed with hopeful eyes, stroking his cock in anticipation. 

If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he’s having some sort of incredibly horny manic episode.

Folding your arms over your chest, you watch him seriously, skeptically, “Not until you tell me what’s going on.”

He sighs, trilling his lips while rolling his eyes. He knows you’re not going to give in until he tells you.

“I-” He waves his hand in front of his face, “Got hit with this curse technique.”

“Ok. I’m guessing it was a sex technique, right?” He nods, “How did this happen?”

It’s not uncommon for sex curses to appear since so many people have so many varied feelings about the physical act. What’s not common is Satoru being affected due to his Infinity.

“I was curious what it would be like, and now I just really need you to fuck it out of me. Please.”

He’s never been one to beg but your stoic demeanor diminishes as soon as he pouts because quite honestly, he looks so fucking good when he strokes his cock.

And you know he feels even better.

His cock is longer and harder than you’ve ever seen it. His dick has always been so pretty but right now the tip is red and angry, leaking precum that he’s spreading with his thumb down the length of his cock.

Biting your lip, you slowly unbutton your uniform top, letting it fall to the floor. Satoru sucks in a deep breath as he looks at your chest, humming when he sees the lacy bra you wore today. After undoing your belt, you remove your bra before gently squeezing your breasts as you shimmy your hips, letting your skirt fall to your ankles.

You leave your heels on, because you know he likes that. He has a goofy grin on his face with half-lidded eyes as you step towards him before turning around and over, giving him a view of your cunt as you remove your panties before discarding them with the rest of the clothes on the floor.

Placing your hand on his chest, you go to push him back on the bed, but he’s not going to give you control, not tonight. You already knew that.

Grabbing your wrist and pinning it over your head, he pushes you into the mattress. When he grabs the base of your neck you gasp, giving him the opportunity to grin, showing off his perfect, pearly white teeth before letting a trail of saliva fall into your mouth.

You fucking love it when he’s rough like this.

He usually is, but you know he holds back, trying not to hurt you. But when he gets so aroused that he can’t help himself, can barely think straight? You have the time of your life.

There’s a neediness already blossoming in the pit of your stomach, breaths falling faster as he slowly ghosts his fingers over your skin, feeling every dip and curve you have to offer him.

He’s drinking you in like water he hasn’t had in decades, that you’re a decadent meal that he’s about to devour.

The thought sends a jolt straight to your core.

He parts your legs, nestling himself between them easily as he crashes his lips to yours in a series of searing hot kisses, tugging on your lower lip greedily when he pulls away.

You roll your hips against him, seeking friction when he presses his hips to your core, moaning wantonly into his mouth.

“Always so wet for me baby,” He praises, adjusting himself so his cock sits at your entrance before easily slipping between your folds. “Gonna - oh god - gonna make you a mommy. You want that baby? Yeah, I know you do. Been asking me about it forever.”

He’s babbling, already losing himself in you and it feels like he’s legitimately trying to split you in half with how he doesn’t give you any time to adjust before he’s slamming his hips into you at an unbelievable pace.

Skin slapping and lewd squelching fill the room as he sits back, watching where you’re connected. His cheeks are pink, across the bridge of his nose and to the tips of his ears. Placing a hand on your stomach, feeling the bulge from his cock, he’s mesmerized watching as it disappears inside you.

“Sit up.” He commands, so you do on your elbows as you watch him spit where you’re connected before staring at you intently, waiting for you to do the same.

He moans when you do, watching the way all your fluids mix together as he continues to fuck into you with reckless abandon.

Satoru hits that spot inside you repeatedly, the one that has your toes curling and gasping as you grab onto his shoulder as your legs tense and your face contorts in pleasure.

A wave of ecstasy rolls through you as you scream out his name over and over again.

“Fuck, you’re so tight baby, you’re gonna make me-” He groans kissing the junction between your neck and shoulder, “I’m gonna-”

His body tenses as warmth fills your insides, eyes wide as he hisses like he’s in pain before scrambling off the bed. You watch in horror as he moves out of you and off the bed faster than you’ve ever seen before.

“What- Are you okay?”

“Cramp. Got a cramp in my leg.”

You laugh, throwing your head back and resting while he takes care of his little issue.

“Stop laughing.” His voice is serious, causing you to sit back up on your elbows and look at him. “Stop laughing while I’m-” He gestures to his length.

You didn’t think it was possible to bruise his ego, especially when it comes to sex because he’s just so damn good at it. But being affected by the curse, he’s got to have an influx of so many emotions running through him that he’s trying incredibly hard to not let you see.

Grabbing your ankle, Satoru flips you easily so you’re on all fours, facing the mirror next to the dresser, across from the bed. It’s disorienting when he does this, using his technique like that to get you into the position he wants. He knows it, you’ve told him. He still does it.

“Gonna knock you up. Fuck!” He groans as he enters you again from behind, hand gripping your hair at the scalp forcing you to watch in the mirror as he pistons his hips into you. “Everyone’s gonna know you’re mine. They already do, baby right? They know you’re mine?”

“Yes, yesyesyes,” is all you’re able to breathe out as you watch him in the mirror.

He looks so fucking good with parted lips, chest red and heaving as he pounds into you, the baby blues of his eyes are no longer visible, replaced by his black lust-filled pupils.

“Oh, shit. Oh, fuck-” He groans out, focusing on your cunt and the way it grips onto him, “Squeeze me like that again baby - oh yeah - just like that. Gonna- fuck - you gonna make me a daddy, baby?”

It’s all so much, so euphoric that there’s no way you’re able to hold back your impending orgasm; unable to help the way your thighs shake when the tip of his length kisses your cervix so deliciously you know it’ll ache in the morning. 

The moment Satoru drapes his body over yours, fingers drawing small tight circles on your clit is the moment the flames erupt, warmth and pleasure coursing through your veins as your walls spasm and constrict around his cock.

Satoru lets out a melodious moan as he cums, shoving his cock into you as far as possible, hips flush against yours until you can feel him in your throat, spilling into you with everything he has. 

There’s so much dripping out from between where you’re connected that his efforts to keep it all inside are fruitless. The view is absolutely obscene, cum mixed together and dripping onto the bed sheets below, the sounds are vulgar but it doesn’t stop him from fucking it deep and deeper inside, rolling his neck and head back through the hypersensitivity of his tip.

Eventually, he rolls you over onto your back, peppering your face and lips with little kisses, but there’s an unexpected wetness on his cheeks that causes you to knit your brows together and look at him.

“Are you… crying?”

“It just-” He takes a deep breath, licking a strip from your chest to jaw, “Felt so good.”

You’re sure he hates it, but you chuckle at the ridiculousness of all of this. This time though, he chooses to ignore it as he sucks several small lilac bruises on your neck, shoulder, and down to your tits.

“How has the curse not lifted yet?” You sigh, wiping your sweaty forehead with the back of your hand while Satoru positions his face between your legs, kissing your thighs several times, admiring the view.

“Oh, it did.” Your head snaps to his immediately curious about what he plans on doing, “I’ve just always wanted to know what we taste like together. Might as well do it now.”

You hiss as he runs his tongue between your hypersensitive folds, legs twitching around his head when he swirls his tongue on your clit.

“Good, huh?” He grins while slipping his tongue between your lips, letting you taste your mixed arousal on your tongue. He’s groaning, loving this as excess dribbles down your chin before he licks it off.

He gives a satisfied sigh, moving your hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ears before cradling you in his arms as you both drift off to sleep.

[knyox]

ITOSHI SAE👹 yapfest :33

my Roman Empire is thinking about how Sae is probably the type of boyfriend that will shamelessly grab a handful of your ass and fucking SQUEEZE it like it's a damn stress ball every time he passes by. Or maybe he'll just give it one hefty, resounding smack. Actually, fuck that, he could be your FRIEND and blud would not hesitate to fondle your ass and eventually shimmy his fingers lower to tickle your balls (if you're a ball having person, that is) 😃

Fuck now I think he's the spanker type. Definitely prefers doing it from behind where he can watch your hole struggle to fit him. And he's DEFINITELY into rimming ong. Actually, I don't even think Sae would go through the effort of fucking you himself. I think he'll make you impale yourself on him and WORK for it. Like, I don't know specifically what the position is called but it's something like cowgirl, you're riding him but like, you aren't facing him but your backside is??

Like he'll be intently watching your ass jiggle every time you meet his pelvis with every ferocious drop. Sae might fuck up into you sometimes, but I think he'd prefer you go through the effort yourself because it's really not the same meeting you up halfway than watching you go up and smack down. He just wants to watch you desperately chase your high on his cock. He finds that utterly sexy.

And speaking of what Sae finds sexy, I think he'd be very into costumes. Like, I think he's the type to get turned on by being teased with a barely there glimpse of ass with the promise of unraveling it later. You know those thigh highs that are like... VERY high thigh highs? shit bro pull that up to that part of your thighs that meet the curve of your ass (I dunno what part it's called, but like, think of it as an arm and elbow equivalent to ass and thigh? idk, I suck ass at describing and I'm low-key tipsy and very horny rn🥰) and wear an obscenely short skirt. A skirt so short it's not possible to wear it in public or you'll get arrested for public indecency. Or obscenely short shorts. Bonus points if the thigh highs are fishnets and the garter is a bit tight that it highlights that curve of your ass and the thickness of your thighs. Sae would 10/10 rock your shit and fuck up your entire world in a single round🙏

And because Sae is a firm ass believer (it's cannon😭 bro canonically checks out the ass of athletes to determine who has greater athletic abilities), I will stand firmly that he's also a thigh gourmet. Like, I think he's the type to not only eat your ass, but also nibble on your thighs and leave marks in the process. Like, you both could be watching a movie and he'd be laying his head on your lap, then suddenly he's suckling on your thighs and before you know it he's blowing you and the movie is left forgotten while you both get your happy ending 💥🎆🥰😇

Sae loves anal sex. For the coochie havers populace... I'm sorry to say, he prefers ass better😔🙏‼️ I'm sorry, I don't make the rules😍‼️(dw, he'll shower your intended entry point with love too🥰)

Anyway, that's it. I'm sleepy. I'm horny. If you've made it this far through my Itoshi Sae yapfest, I'm sorry for throwing the thoughts of my raging boner unto your faces😘‼️thanks, gn, gtg nut🥜

[midnight-moonlite-melancholy]

This is an add on to this post about the virgin OM! boys. This one is for Beel but I'll probably be posting one of these for Levi within the next few days. I tried to make this gender neutral so I hope I did a good job. There might be some editing mistakes cuz I'm sleep deprived. Plz enjoy ♡

Nsfw - This piece includes: Mentions of oral sex (reader receiving) , size difference, unprotected sex, and mentions of fingering. (I'm bad at tagging so please lmk if I missed anything. Banner by: @/cafekitsune)

Once the clothes are off Beel can't help his urges. You have all of this sweet syrup leaking from you. He can smell it. Could he just have a taste? Just a little one? If there's one thing he knows how to do, it's eat. He'll just do what he does best. He promises to try and make it feel good. He'll hesitate at first, gently nibbling on the insides of your thighs. Your scent is so intense, luring him in for a little taste.

You can see how conflicted he is as he stares at your sex - drooling. He wants to taste you so badly but at the same time he wants to be respetful. He doesn't want you to be pressured into anything. It's not until you gently grasp a section of his hair and guide him closer that he finally gives in. But you have to promise you'll tell him if it doesn't feel good. Tell him what doesn't work so he can do better. He would hate it if he was the only one enjoying themself.

He'll start off slowly at first, tasting your sweet nectar and experimenting with soft suckles and little kitten licks. Those little sounds you make are a good sign, right? But when you close your thighs around his head he can't hold back anymore.

When it comes time to put his cock in... Can he really do this? This feels like some form of bullying. As he looks at your smaller form beneath him and his cock lined up, just screaming to be inside you, he realizes how massive he actually is. Your body seems too small and delicate to take him. You almost took his fingers off just a few minutes earlier with how tight you were.

He'll be gentle and try to fit it in though. Just the tip. You seem to want it so badly, so he'll give you what your gorgeous body has been asking for. He'll push in the tip slowly, but when he hears your little gasp, he'll pull out completely and ask if you're okay. He didn't hurt you, right? He thinks maybe he should wait a little longer, make you cum a few more times before he tries it again. But when you look at him and plead like that... He's lining himself up again and pushing into you without thinking.

He seems to be in a daze until he fills you to the brim. The noise you make as he bottoms out brings him back to reality, if only for a moment. He asks if you're okay and waits for your answer. He didn't hurt you, right? But he can hardly focus on what you're saying when you feel this good wrapped around him. Sure, he had jacked off a few times thinking about you but he never dreamed you would feel this good.

Again, without even thinking, he'll begin to slowly rock his hips back and forth as he breathlessly compliments how good you feel. He'll come back to reality again to ask you if it feels good for you too. Is there anything he could do to make it feel even better? He wants you to enjoy youself as much as he is. As he drowns in your warmth he'll start to pick up the pace, apologizing through groans for being so rough.

He'll pull your legs over his shoulders, a move he learned from some porno he saw when he walked in on Mammon, to keep you from sliding across the bed with the force of his thrusts. As he gets closer to his release he will lean down to kiss you hungrily. He'll break the kiss as he cums, reluctantly pulling out of you completely and spilling his sticky seed all over your tummy.

He'll hover above you with his hands on either side of your head, admiring your pretty cumface before he'll try to stand. It takes him a moment to steady himself before he can pick you up and carry you to the bathroom to get cleaned up, praying to Diavolo that none of his brothers see you two.

[kymsys]

hiii i'm obsessed with your merman au!! if it's okay i totally let it take over my brain for a hot minute so ummm here's a little gift if you will accept it 👉👈 sorry to bother, i just HAD to write something dkfdl;fjg. your art is so gorgeous btw <33

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After weeks of secretly housing Satoru in his private garden, Suguru had devised a way to safely return him to the ocean without being caught. He'd even relayed all the information about the kingdom's fishing system so Satoru would be able to steal the occasional fish without getting caught in the nets himself. He had to admit, he would miss having his little secret around. But he knew he couldn't keep Satoru cooped up forever. Satoru was a creature of adventure. He was probably tired of Suguru anway.

After a few attempts, Suguru successfully scooped Satoru up in his arms, Satoru wrapping his tail around his waist to stay up. His skin was cold to the touch. He teased Suguru as he clumsily navigated the path in the dark, even though he'd already walked it alone several times, and Suguru hated the way his heart stuttered at the siren's breath on his ear.

Really, Suguru should've done this much sooner. He should've released Satoru as soon as he realized he was falling for the creature. It was hard not to when it was in Satoru's nature to be enticing. Suguru let himself spend far too much time with him in the garden, let Satoru flutter his fingertips over his collarbones, let him beckon him closer and nibble on his ear playfully, let him lick the blood off his wrist when he got scratched up. He was never sure if Satoru was threatening him or flirting with him, never sure if it was all a game or if there was actually part of him that was interested in Suguru.

Suguru willed his mind to stop racing as he knelt down on the rocks and lowered Satoru into the water. Satoru immediately swam away and back, did a few turns and flips, gleefully splashing in his newfound freedom. Suguru smiled, heart tugging in his chest as Satoru slowly moved farther away. He was about to turn around when Satoru came back up to the edge of the rocks, resting his forearms on them and beaming up at Suguru.

"Care to join me?" He teased with a sharp grin. Suguru huffed out a laugh and shook his head.

"What, you're not dying to get away from me?" Suguru shot back, trying to keep his smile light even though it felt heavy on his face. Satoru pawed at his ankle and Suguru obliged without thinking, sitting and dipping his feet in the water, Satoru folding his arms atop his thighs.

"If you could breathe underwater, I'd drag you in here with me." His eyes practically glowed in the moonlight, a deceptively innocent smile curling at the corners of his perfect lips.

"You'd do that regardless." Suguru let himself give into the urge to push Satoru's hair off his forehead. It would probably be the last time anyway. Satoru's smile dropped the slightest bit.

"No." He reached up to touch Suguru's cheek, lightly stroking his cheekbone down to his jaw. "Not to you."

MANGO HOW DARE YOU WRITE SMTH SO BEAUTIFUL 😭😭😭 its amazing i love it so much HNGGGGG. THANK YOU?! thank you so much, i cant believe ppl love my merman au so much, thanks for this sweet gift and thanks for indulging with me 🥺 funnily enough @kingdomofred had also written that suguru took gojo out of the ocean into a pond. ARE WE ALL VIBING TOGETHER? it seems to be a thing for sure xD okay i have to dive a bit deeper into why i love your writing so much: the way that suguru isnt sure if gojo actually likes him or he is just acting accordingly to his siren behaviour?? it breaks my heart, its so bittersweet but yet i love it so much !! it fits so perfectly and i love the resolve at the end that yes ofc gojo likes him ; u ; ♥ . the image you described of suguru carrying gojo and the way gojos tail would lay around sugurus waist?? THAT IS SO FUCKING NICE?! definitely gonna put that on my to draw list !! and gojo nibbling on sugurus ears and licking his wounds and blood....fuck thats hot. i have no other words left. truely. THANK YOU MANGO IM IN LOVE 🥰(made my day)

[fishsinsareacknowledged]

im eating soaps ass and no one can stop me

my hands are always on that booty, dick hard and ready to go in.

all soap has to do is wiggle those slutty hips and im growling and drooling like a dog

i could spend hours face buried in his ass not even doing anything just laying there

im touching him EVERYWHERE his arms his waist his tits (im nibbling on that too)

i would commit attrocities that would make unit 731 look like a teaparty if my preciuos treasure (a grown ass man) asked. im invoking my real person god over fiction abilities and bringing Soap makarovs head and still beating heart on a platter

ofc after everytime i rock him every which way i run him a bath, give him a massage, get him his fave food and drink and smooch and smooch and smooch and smooch and smooch and smooch and smooch and smooch him because i love him so much

anyway yeah thanks for listening to me be down atrocious for soap

Nah I'm not only listening also revealing your ass for being down bad. I get it tho. Bros fine. Like hella fine. Clear skin and thick hair???? Sign me up. Wanna be him wanna breed him moment rn.

Anyways hc that soaps kinda a bratty fighter in bed like he looks like he has so much unused energy and could run wild forever basically so you're gonna have fun wrangling that one under you honestly if he's not tired.

Also going to have fun making this man's food like it's probably Scottish and lemme tell you. I'm scared to make Scottish food. And eat it.

Soap would probably just throw Makarov's head on a wall and watch it bounce cause like bro would rather spend time with you but also Makarov has done unspeakable horrors soooo. Give him a minute lass, he'll be back in the morning after celebrating with the boys.

[writersbarrierblock]

I Only Have Eyes For You

gif not mine

pairing: Kim Pine x Fem!Reader warnings: none, just a little bit of insecure kim because she's been through a lot word count: 710

author's notes: kim pine i love you i wanna take care of you you deserve the world and more you are my underrated queen my guiding star my angel

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Kim Pine usually didn’t let anything get to her. 

However, seeing you talking to Scott near the bar made her see red. A harsh ringing feedback could be heard with her glare, as she eyed Scott rub the back of his neck in bashfulness at your attention. You were giggling at something he said, probably that stupid Pac-man line he's been using since forever. 

Kim righted herself from the wall she was leaning on, and started to march over where you two were. Your eyes immediately catch the movement in your peripheral, a bright genuine smile coming to your face as you spotted the redhead coming towards you. 

The drummer directs her look to Scott, and the glare makes him stumble onto himself. “I, uh…” he says, awkwardly, “Hey, Kim,” his voice raising an octave in fear.  

“Scott,” she heatedly begins, “If you don’t leave in five seconds, I’m gonna go on a murderous rampage.” She starts counting loudly, “5!” 

He immediately starts to book it, leaving a comical smoke figure of where he once stood. He quips a quick “Bye Y/N!” as he leaves. You see him go, chuckling slightly, and you look towards the girl with a deathly stare still on Scott’s retreating form. 

You get closer to Kim, arms wrapping around her in a side hug. You tuck your head on her neck, giving her pulse point a little kiss. A shiver runs through her, and she finally looks at you.

Wide brown eyes seemingly look into your soul, a little hesitance in them. “I see you’re having fun,” she says in a monotone voice. You see the silent begging that you learn to read from Kim. Why were you with him? Are you not happy with me? Am I not enough? You see her gulp, and avoid eye contact. 

You sigh, rubbing her back comfortingly. You know she hates feeling like this, or really any feeling in general. She particularly hates feeling like she’s not enough for you, constantly fearing that you’d leave her or cheat on her, like her previous relationships. 

“I’m sorry, baby,” you say, taking each of her hands on your own, making her face you. You could honestly drown in her brown eyes, and wished that you could count all the freckles scattered around her pretty face. “I promise, I only have eyes for you.” You see her exhale through her nose.

“Besides… Scott? Really? He looks like a rock with googly eyes.” Kim laughs at that, a genuine smile on her face. You put your hands on either side of her cheeks. “There’s my girl,” you grin, giving her a kiss on the lips. 

“I’m yours,” you whisper as you pull away, and she surges forward, chasing your lips. Soft, with a hint of cherry chapstick you saw her tuck away in her pocket earlier as you two were getting ready. Your hands go to the back of her neck, playing with the hairs at the nape, eliciting a quiet groan from the woman. You use it to snake your tongue in softly, and you swear you would never tire from the taste of her. 

Her hands grip you at your waist, tightening the hold and pulling you impossibly closer. The heat from her body was addicting to you, and her hands started to roam to your sides and your behind. It put your brain in a frenzy, and you started nibbling at her bottom lip. 

“HEY, LESBIANS!” You hear a distinct yell from the side of the bar. You two pull away hesitantly, breathing heavy and eyes lidded from the experience. Stephen Stills comes towards you two, sitting at the near stool with Joseph in tow. 

“Stop making out before I barf.” Joseph says with a blank stare, in his usual quiet and stern tone. Stephen sips his ordered beer, and nods to Kim. 

You put your arm around Kim again, with the redhead having a red blush on her face that rivaled her hair. A sly smile in your face, you kiss her cheek before she lightly pushes you on the shoulder. Joseph rolls his eyes, and Stephen reaches out to the two girls, brows furrowed.  

“Hey, have you guys seen Scott? He said he’d be here tonight.” 

[youaintnothinbuta]

Jack Kelly - “Are you going to quit it with the teasing anytime soon?”

Summary: Jack loves your thighs. Like loves them. He can’t help but be a bit distracted, until he finally gets to fuck them.

Pairing: Jack Kelly x fem!reader

Word count: 1200

Warnings: SMUT, oral (f receiving), swearing, thigh fucking, probably typos, 18+

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“Jack, are you even listening?” You asked as he stared quite intently at nothing, sitting beside you on the couch.

“Yeah.” He mumbled.

“What did I say then?” you pressed, a playful grin tugging at the corner of your lips.

“You wanted to visit Mrs Medda tonight, and yeah, we can.”

Oh? Maybe he was listening.

With a satisfied nod, you stood up, going to grab a strawberry from the punnet that Finch had stolen earlier that morning. “Good boy,” you teased, sitting back down beside him. His eyes were glued to your thighs the entire time you walked back over to him, and if you knew him, and you did, probably also the entire time you walked away from him.

You stood up again, deciding you wanted a couple more strawberries, about to step away when a pair of arms snake around your waist, and at the same time Jack’s face is buried in the crook of your neck from behind. “Are you going to quit it with the teasing any time soon and let me have you or are you gonna keep playing clueless?”

Oh. That’s why he’s been so distracted. It was a lot warmer than you expected today and so you were wearing nothing but one of Jack’s button up shirts and your underwear.

You exhaled deeply as he peppered your neck with kisses, pressing his hips against your ass, “I need an answer, sweetheart.”

You turned around in his arms to face him, connecting your lips to his. As you kissed him, you reached behind you, pulling one of his hands from your waist to instead be on your ass. He smiled against your kiss, “good girl,” he mumbled, giving your bum a squeeze and pulling your hips against his.

You gasped into the kiss, feeling the effect you’d had on him. He walked you backwards until your legs were stopped, being grazed by the couch, making you sit down.

He dropped to his knees in front of you, reaching up to your hips, wriggling your underwear around your bum and off of your legs. A groan escaped his lips as pushed your thighs up, taking in the sight and smell of you. He let his fingers trace the skin of your ankles, working his way up to your calves, then your knees, and then further up to your thighs, even just the lightest of his touch sending chills down your spine. Jack leaned in, his lips meeting the skin of your legs, planting nibbly kisses all over your thighs.

“God, I just wanna eat you.” He pressed another kiss to you, sucking on your skin, sometimes gently biting you. Fuck.

He worked his way up unbearably slowly, each time you thought he was going to finally get to where you needed him, he’d switch to the other thigh, ignoring the little whines that would escape your lips in complaint.

“Jack, please.” A soft mumble escapes your lips. He looks up at you, you allow yourself to relax a little. He’s still holding your thighs up, your knees by your shoulders, he holds eye contact with you as he slowly moves his face closer and closer to your core. He runs his nose lightly along the inside of your thighs, taking in one last look of your flesh up close before his eyes close, and his lips finally make contact with your pussy.

You gasped, feeling his warm tongue slip through your folds. He drew circles and pressed down against your clit. Jack hummed softly against you, his arms letting go of your thighs so you could wrap them around his head, not ever breaking the suction his lips held on your clit and fuck it was so fucking good. Of course, Jack knows all the right motions, all the right spots, and the order to do them in. He knows everything you like, and so it doesn’t take too long before you’re rocking your hips against his face and your thighs begin to shake. You’re getting more and more desperate. He’s getting more and more desperate. The wet sounds of his tongue and saliva mixing with your slick were filthy, so filthy he could come just from the sound.

He takes a break, groaning against you as he takes a deep breath, going back to sucking on your clit. Your hands were gripping his hair, so desperately trying to get his face even closer to you. Jack starts licking stripes from your entrance to your clit as your body trembles either side of his head. A long string of moans leave your lips, increasing in volume as they come. Jack knows that’s it, that’s the moan that comes from you before you’re about to come, and his lips are suddenly locked back on your clit. It just feels better and better, until your hips smack suddenly against his face and you squeeze his head with your thighs. He uses his tongue to help you ride out your orgasm, gently putting pressure on your clit as your entrance fills with the wet of your orgasm.

“Jack.” You sigh as your body begins to settle, he hums in response but never pulls away, the vibrations of his voice on your oversensitive clit making you wince.

Jack stands up, his breathing was heavy, his lips and chin smeared wet. You’re already being stood up and flipped over, your legs almost giving out from the orgasm you’d just experienced. It was so hard to think straight. Or think at all.

“Your thighs, sweetheart,” Jack groaned as he unzipped his pants and pushed them and his underwear down passed his knees, “close them, I need to fuck them.”

You did as he asked, closing the gap between your legs. One of his hands reached for your ass, squeezing it as he used the other hand to pump himself a couple times, getting himself ready.

He ran his hand over your back as he slowly pushed his cock between your thighs.

“Oh, shit.” He groans softly as he pushes further, as his base reaches your ass, his tip brushes over your clit, dragging your wetness with him. He continues to fuck your thighs, letting a deep growl fall from his lips as your body shivers every time he brushes over your clit. He picks up his pace, repeated breathy moans leaving his mouth with every thrust. Whatever Jack does, he somehow gets himself closer to you and now every time he fucks your thighs his length drags your clit up and down and up and down and jesus christ it was good. You helplessly moaned, he leant over you so his chest was pressed against your back. His hands found their way to both of your thighs, pressing your legs tighter together around him. His thrusts became softer and more frequent, just as quick as he could and you knew he was close.

“Fuck, Jack, come.” You whined.

“I am, baby.” He responded, and with that, his hot come shot out of him, most of it ending up on the couch beneath you, but some of it being painting your lower stomach as he slowly thrusted his way through his orgasm.

He steps away from you, the new gap between your thighs leaving you feeling sort of empty.

He was breathing heavily once again, one hand on his hip, the other giving himself one or two last strokes to finish himself off.

“Shit, sweetheart, come here.” He smiled at you. You did as he asked, turning to him and wrapping your arms around his neck. One arm snaked around your waist, the other lightly gripped your jaw, allowing him to plant a gentle kiss on your lips.

[wtfdemother]

One Snowy Night

CW: Day 5 of Fluffvember ☃️🤝 or Kinkvember idrfc at this point, but the point is, you and König are a couple of insatiable freaks who couldn’t wait to get home and traffic is… boring. something, something, oral sex NSFW

Nights like these were a pet peeve, you both are tired, worn to the bone. You just want to go home and forget about the day, or in this case the last couple months. Working for KorTac had its benefits… rest wasn’t one of them, unfortunately for either of you. The stress of the company gradually took its toll, peace treaties were broken and things felt on the verge of spiralling out more than ever.

Hell, a bullet whizzed past König’s ear two days ago and you thought you might’ve lost him when his body hit the floor. He was fine, thankfully, but you have to be careful nibbling on the shell of his ear now. That and potential internal ear damage, you really should’ve checked your comms before letting out that terrified screech.

If it wasn’t for the icy roads that night, you would be at home by now, probably enjoying a nice bubble bath with your husband. Alas. You cursed Mother Nature and her unpredictable timing. The tension in the car hung heavy in the air, only the soft blaring of 80’s rock songs pierced through the silence, that and the occasional squeak from the windshield wipers. König had the heater on, so it was a nice contrast to the cold outside.

You snap from whatever daze you were in when the poles stopped whizzing by. Before you knew it cars began to line up, the flow stopped, and König almost shuts off the engine out of frustration. “Verdammt Scheisse…”

You let out an apologetic chuckle, leaning your head against his shoulder and he returns the feeling with a defeated laugh. “I’m sorry, Schatzi. We’ll just have to wait it out.” He sighs deeply, rubbing his weary face with a broad hand. “Ah, mein Gott… you can’t be serious. There’s no way,” you feel his forehead dig into your shoulder as he leans over to your side, voicing his vexation. “Baby, why do we have such bad luck?”

König groans in relief and he visibly relaxes upon feeling the pressure of your lips against his head, the velvety murmur of your voice as you soothe him and his worries. “It’s not bad luck…” you chime in, discarding your seatbelt to move in closer. “It’s the cards we’ve been dealt with. Now’s up to us to make the most of our shitty hand, yeah?” You don’t give him time to think as you’re already kissing on his jawline and down his neck. “I hate it when you shave… keep the stubble.” He laughs softly at your whining, muttering something about regulations before you cut him off with a nip to his skin. “Nuh, no. No. None of it, I don’t wanna hear about that forsaken company keeping my husband from me. Shut up and let me love you.”

And he lets you, guiding you gently on his lap, pushing his seat further down so you could straddle him in the car. “Schatzi… what’re you planning, mein Herz?” He smiles against your lips, digging his fingers in your hair. You swear that it’s nothing as you grind against him, that all your thoughts and actions are purely… for his benefit, kinda. Sorta. Maybe. He thinks the opposite when you finally dismount from his lap, he tries to pull you back in, but you swat away his hand before he could do anything.

“Tsk, I thought this was for my benefit?” König whines, curling a lock between his fingers as he eyes you with a curious expression, peering down at you. “It is,” you say, untucking his shirt from his waistband to kiss down his happy trail. König’s eyes flutter shut when your intentions dawn on him, he mutters a word of praise as you begin to unbuckle his cargo pants. Then something else dawns upon the Austrian, the smallish fact that you were in public sends wary tingles down his spine. He tugs gently at your hair, “Uh, Schatz? Do you really think this is a good idea? What if we get caught?”

“We’re not getting caught…” you undo his fly, and suddenly all of König’s festering thoughts were a thing of the past when his cock springs free and slaps you on the side of your mouth. You both repress a chuckle, failing miserably when you snort out a laugh. König gives you a sheepish shrug, “Was? I’m an eager man, and so is my cock. Sue me.” He gently toys with your bottom lip, cupping the side of your face with his hand. “I love you, meine Liebe.”

“I love you too,” you say, pressing a kiss to the tip of his leaky dick, carefully peeling the foreskin back to reveal his shiny, dusty pink head. Your husband quirks a brow as he thinks that your love might’ve been directed to his erection and not him, he can’t believe he’s getting jealous over his own body. You pat his meaty thigh twice, feeling the slight glare above. “Don’t worry, my love. You’ll always have a second place in my heart.” König sputters, “Second?? That’s… unfair.”

Teasing aside, all thoughts at a comeback fade away when the warmth of your tongue begins to swirl around his sensitive tip, collecting the beading precum from the slit. He grips your hair a little tighter, “My love… oh, das ist gut…” Lascivious slurping could be heard from inside the car, drool begins to dribble down the sides of your mouth as you take him in fully. The familiar musk of sex hits your nostrils, you pull back with a wet pop to reveal the glistening flesh of his member only to dive back in.

His hips begin to buck to the rhythm of your head bobbing, meeting you halfway. “Mein liebling,” König‘s voice is hoarse, strained through gritted teeth as he tries to hold himself from spilling on your tongue. “I don’t think… I can last much longer, please…” Your hands are splayed on his thighs, keeping them apart while you hum with your lips wrapped around his prick. He grips your hair harder, hissing from the heat. “Du bist so böse, kleiner Schlampe. Why must you tease me so much—? Oh…ja, like that, don’t fucking stop.”

His grunts and praises go straight to your cunt, you can feel your hole clenching around nothing, making yourself wetter by giving him pleasure. You pick up the pace, nails digging deep into his thighs before sending him toppling over the edge. König throws his head back against his seat, his mind fuzzy with the need to chase his high. You sputter and gag on your own saliva, tears burn the corners of your eyes as you feel a broad hand slowly push down on the back of your head, causing your nose to be buried in curly tuffs of light coloured pubic hair. You take him to the hilt, feeling his cock pulse with every spurt of hot cum he sent down your throat, hearing you gulp frantically as to not waste a single drop.

Once he’d softened, you pulled back, wiping a smear of white sheen on your chin before buckling into your seat again, ignoring the sticky mess in your panties for the time being. “Oh, look. Traffic is moving.” You chirp, leaving your partner breathless and dazed. He snaps out of it as cars begin to move around him, he hurriedly plants a kiss to your knuckles, apologizing if he was too rough with you towards the end before gripping the steering wheel.

“I…I will make this up to you, taube. When we get home. Hmm?” König says as he passes a green light, you hum along, nodding absentmindedly as you tuck him back in, zipping him up.

[unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin]

may i request Kenny’s reaction to this picture being his girlfriend’s Home Screen on her phone? please?

Pretty Picture

Summary: When kenny sees your Home Screen, he takes an educated guess on something you may like

Warnings: smut, ab riding, teasing

Taglist: @fiskers7136 @peachmango-kombucha @kcloveswrestling @bellalutionn @xkennyxomegax @tummyyellin @legit9thlunaticwarrior @auburnwrites @thesusbunny @writtingrose

It was a rare day off for the two of you. No work, no training, no physical therapy, and no traveling, and you and Kenny were taking full advantage. You had slept in, made breakfast, and now you were snuggled into his side while he played a video game.

The game itself wasn’t something you would play, but you enjoyed the quiet and being close to him. You glanced down at your phone seeing a message from Matt, probably because Kenny didn’t answer his own. At the same time you heard the washer finish it’s cycle, and if you didn’t get up now you would forget about it.

“Would you answer the text I just got? I have to rotate laundry.”

“Sure,” he confirmed while still playing the game.

“Thanks.” You kissed his cheek before getting up

He continued playing for a moment before finally putting the controller down and grabbing your phone. He put in the password, but before he could go into the messages your hime screen caught his attention. It was a photo of him, which wouldn’t be that odd as he had a photo of the two of you for his Lock Screen. This photo, however, was from a promotional shoot. He didn’t have a shirt on, but was wearing jeans. The one thing that was on full display was his abs.

He raised an eyebrow at this, the message long forgotten. While thinking, he heard you coming back into the room and he set the phone down. You tried to sit down on the couch, but he pulled you into his lap instead. Before giving you a chance to say anything you were pulled into a relatively rough kiss. Eventually he pulled away, nibbling on your lip lightly.

“What was that for?” You giggled lightly, playing with the few shot hairs near his neck.

“This,” he held up your phone that was still open to your Home Screen.

“Oh my god,” you mumbled. Your head feel down to the crook of his neck, your face going hot from embarrassment.

“You know, i might have an idea based on that photo.”

“What?” You questioned, voice muddled by his neck.

“Sit up.” You did, watching as he pulled his shirt off. “Strip.” His voice went down an octave, making a chill run down your spine. You were definitely curious.

You stood up and did what he said, slowly pulling all of your clothing off. When you looked back at him, he had laid down flat on his back.

“Come here.”

You walked over, settling yourself on top of him. You were on his legs, and you started to mess with his pants but he stoped you.

“Not quite baby,” he pulled you up so you were right over his abs. You just stared down at him and he carefully moved your hips lightly, making you rock against him.

“W-what?” You questioned, but he just continued to move your hips.

“Was my guess right?” He mumbled, feeling you get wet at the feelings of his muscles. “Do you want to fucking get off on my abs?” At his question he let go, and you continued to move. Your hands were planted on his chest and you began rocking harder. Your breath was shaky, and you let out a small moan.

“P-please…” you whined.

“You can do it baby, i believe in you.” He encouraged while flexing his muscles, making you moan lightly. Your arms were shaking as you chased your high. If you had been even a little more aware of the situation, you would be embarrassed by how quick you were getting off to this. But all you cared about now was the pleasure.

“Feels good,” you whined, making Kenny chuckle.

“I can tell. You look so fucked out, but all you’ve down his hump my abs. Who knew this was all it took,” he teased as you got closer and closer to your release.

“P-please Kenny. Need to cum, please.” You begged him, tears running down your face.

“Go ahead princess. Make a fucking mess all over me, be my good little slut.” His words were enough to send you over the edge, your entire body tensing. You threw your head back, moaning lightly as you came. You vaguely registered how your nails were digging into his chest.

You moved your hips a bit more, working yourself almost to over stimulation, not wanting the pleasure to stop. But Kenny’s hands found your hips, making them stop. He pushed himself up, pulling you into his chest, running a hand over your head.

“Did so well for me.” He praised, shifting You lightly in his arms. “But I want to know, what do you think of my Home Screen?” You glanced over, seeing a photo of you, completely naked, riding his abs. You didn’t know when he had taken the photo, and you honestly didn’t care.

“Fuck me,” you whispered ago his chest.

“Oh, I plan to.” You felt his bulge, and you need you were far from done.

[vulpesverda]

For heartsteel headcanons I imagine Kayn is not a great cook because of the burnt Mac and Cheese he made (with Aphelios's influence)from an interview. So what would the bands including Alune's reactions be if he cooked dinner for them?

IF KAYN COOKED FOR THEM?? Dear Lord, I hope they've been blessed with iron stomachs. Isn't his like, specialty Mac and cheese also made with potato chips, or something?

Also, Phel being a little stinker is something I live for. I love that man with every fiber of my being.

If Kayn Made a Meal Headcanons

Content warnings: gross food, minor mentions of gagging

Kayn

I'm going to say out right, I don't necessarily think he's an awful cook. But he did learn how to cook from a bunch of drunk college rock kids. Some of them were definitely probably crustpunks. His standards for food are not very high, so what he makes, he genuinely enjoys. And no one else except other people with low standards for food enjoys his food. He also doesn't have very much technical skill in the kitchen, so he was very much unaware that Aphelios's advice would in fact set the oven on fire.

That being said: baked Mac and cheese with a potato chip crust doesn't sound half bad. I just don't trust him to be the one to make it. Nor do I trust any other abominations that come out of his kitchen.

K'Sante

Starting off strong with the main man, the big cheese, he's not pleased. He may eat protein powder dry, but thats a choice he made that he knows is unconventional.

He's going to try the food, but he's definitely also gonna make faces. If Kayn seems like he's actually proud of the food he's made, I think K'Sante would pick up on it and try not to be too harsh.... but that doesn't mean he won't give criticism. I could see a conversation between the two going something like this:

KY: Do you think it needs more salt? Maybe it needs more salt.

KS: It most definitely does not need more salt. In fact, it could do with less salt. No more salt.

Sett

Canonically the best cook in the house.... I would reckon to say that if Kayn cooked anything, it would not be while Sett is anywhere in the vicinity. Watching Kayn cook would stress him out and make him become a mother hen, constantly watching over Kayn's shoulder for any mishaps. Especially after the Mac and cheese incident. Kayn is going to have to wait until Sett is away to attempt anything like that ever again.

If he does manage to successfully make something and serve it to Sett, much like K'Sante, I don't forsee him being terribly harsh... on purpose. At least K'Sante tries to hide his displeasure a little bit. Sett can't control it. His face contorts, his eyes twitch and water, his tongue falls out of his mouth. I feel like Sett takes his enjoyment of food seriously, so if it's something he doesn't like, you're going to know.

Yone

He's not gonna eat it. Sorry. He'd rather get take out. He's gonna take one look at it, say "No thank you", and open Door Dash. Plain and simple.

Should Kayn continue to pressure him into eating it (perhaps because he's proud of it), he might try it to humor Kayn. He'd take a small bite, and upon making a little bit of a face, he'd take a sip of water and tell Kayn he's going to pass. I don't really see a reality in which this doesn't end in a Door Dash order. In fact, it may already be on the way.

Ezreal

He's scared. He vehemently tries to deny Kayn's advances in this moment, and may even potentially be eyeing the nearest exit. He's going to whine, and maybe even try to pretend like he has stuff to do to get out of this.

I feel like Ezreal might have the most intense reaction out of everyone? Even if Kayn manages to get a bite if something into his mouth, Ezreal is going to whine, and maybe even gag. Please help him.

EZ: Do I really have to...? I mean, I did eat a pretty big lunch...

KY: Come on, Ezreal, just a little nibble? Hehe.

EZ: Oh! Uhm.. I think I hear Yone calling for me in the other room! Uh, I'm coming!

Aphelios

Now, I personally believe Aphelios knew that advising Kayn the way he did in the Mac and Cheese Incident was going to end in disaster. He did it because he thought it would be funny, not because he thought it was going to work.

So when he is presented with whatever the hell Kayn put in front of him, he's capable of recognizing it for the culinary abomination that it is. If possible, he's probably going to not make eye contact with Kayn while passing the dining room to avoid this interaction all together, pretending that the music in his headphones is too loud to hear Kayn. But, if it's unavoidable, he's just going to put a hand out wave it side to side as if to say "No thank you". I don't think anyone is capable of getting this man to eat anything he doesn't want to. Sorry not sorry.

Now, if he plans on playing a prank...? That's a whole other topic of discussion I can get into on a different post.

Alune

She's probably going to try it, not gonna lie. I imagine she's probably tasted worse. Aphelios has probably tried to get her to eat something nasty on more than one occasion, so she's been primed for something such as this.

She may not like it, by any means, but she's more than happy to give it a shot and help him improve on his culinary skills. If he's going to continue to insist on cooking for them, she's at least going to make it more bearable for herself if no one else LMAO.

Plus, as the band manager, she can't have anyone getting food poisoning. So this comes with the territory. Though... she may also suggest going out to eat instead.

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AN: Ahh, this was such a fun prompt! Thank you so much for your submission! I really enjoyed writing it. I can't wait to write more for this group as I've really fallen in love with thier concept.

[neblina-magico]

Sleeping In The Sun

Chapter 3

You were desperate for a job so you applied to be the daycare Attendants handler! you have no clue what you're signing yourself into but at least you don't have to pay rent now!

Moon hates you, Sun doesn't know how to feel about you and you're just trying to survive.

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You stare at the two big statues, very shimmery gold statues, the gold is fake as hell but the statues themselves are sick. On one side there's what you assume to be the Sun animatronic, tall and lengthy with the flattest face ever, stemming out of his face are these sunray-looking things that just make it more obvious that this animatronic was made to represent the sun. His stance is that of a welcoming clown, someone who would greet you with a hug, unlike the other one. It's a whole ass gremlin, nibbling at your toes at 3 in the morning kind of little shit. Like crawl up your walls and stare at your sleep kind of guy. This animatronic is rocking a sort of nightcap on top of his head, he's also got a flat-ass face but half of it's in black giving him this crescent moon look. They seem pretty neat not gonna lie.

You sigh, anxiety building up in your chest as you look at the slide, you're aware it's the entrance but the sudden nervousness leaves you sticking in your place. What if you make a bad first impression? What if you fuck something up? What would they think of you if you did, you didn't want to think of any possible consequence. Plus this wouldn't be the first time you've experienced an animatronic so why are you so nervous? You take a deep breath and keep walking, you take note of the desk that's probably for check-in and check-out. Placing your hand on top of the slide you stand there for a second.

“Don't be a fucking wimp now, you're going to ace this first interaction.” and you slide down.

The slide was pretty harsh, painfully obvious it wasn't built for an adult to slide through but aside from the sore butt it's a fun-as-hell experience. You couldn't help but giggle your little ass down, you probably either sounded like a 4-year-old having the time of their life or some sick witch laughing. Nonetheless, you felt your heart drop into your stomach.

You crash land into the ball pit. Tragic, perhaps you'll die there, never to be seen again. Yet that's not an option, not that it even was an option to begin with. Before you could even try and look around you feel two cold hands reach under your arms and lift you sky high.

“WHAt THE FUCK!” You shout, thrashing around trying to escape from the chunk of metal that's currently holding you from arm's length like a stupid ass cat. He just stares at your head leaning side to side in curiosity. You're too busy trying to escape his grasp while he's too busy just observing you, looking at every blemish and light scarring around your face, down to your figure, your dangling legs, and arms. You're human that's for sure, like the rest of the employees in the building, though there are very few that actually work around the Pizza Plex. But they never come to the Daycare, none of them come visit him, the only other human they've seen in total has been 3. Not many.

“PUT ME DOWN pLEASE!” You ask in desperation. You were high up in the air with an animatronic just looking at you, observing you so yes you are panicking just a little. The sun animatronic lets out a breathy ‘oh’ and sets you down on the ground. You start to straighten out your clothes and try to catch your breath. You didn't fear heights but the last time something similar happened, it ended in night terrors. The sun animatronic fondles with his hand,

“I'm sorry new friend…I didn't mean to scare you” His voice is loud but timid. His demeanor is obviously filled with guilt and other mixed emotions. For an animatronic, he had advanced facial expression and emotional comprehension. You take note of that. Looking up at the sunman himself you smile.

“Don't worry, I just don't think I'll run into you so soon.” you walk off towards one of the big blocks scattered around the Daycare and sigh “You just scared me a little. Not as badly as you might think I did, I'm sure your facial recognition is not that highly detailed so perhaps you assumed I was scared shitless, but I wasn't, just a little spooked that's all!”

“Well… that's good I would have hated to know that I scared my new friend. Speaking of new friends, my name is Sundrop but you can call me Sun or Sunny or any nickname you come up with! I work at the Daycare alongside Moon and who might you be a new friend?” Sun smiles down at you—Silicon for sure.

“I'm your new companion, I've been assigned to work alongside you and Moon as your handler. So not only would I be helping you around the Daycare but I'll also be in charge of keeping up with your maintenance!” You stick your arm out for a handshake, “It's nice to meet you Sun, I hope we can work well together”

The smile on Sun’s face falls at the same speed that day turns into night. The same as for how water groups together and dust clumps together. It was sudden and you felt the shift as quickly as his smile fell. It left you feeling uneasy, unsure, and like there's an understandable reason as to why he wasn't happy to hear those words come out of your mouth. Even so, you felt a deepening in your stomach, a light sting as well. Sundrop seemed so happy before and not even in one second did it all change.

You let your arm fall to your side and in the discomfort, you cross your legs.

“Well…you could explore the Daycare, just please don't make a mess!” He walks off and with some random wire that is lowered down, he flies (?) or perhaps floats. Either way, you don’t dwell on it much after he enters what you assume is his living area.

You sigh and push yourself off of the block, cursing yourself for making a somewhat bad first impression. Nonetheless, you walk around the place, admiring the two play structures that are at the centre of the Daycare. The different twists and turns that are seen throughout the play structures. The bridge has rails high enough to prevent a child from falling off but still looks like it gives a sense of freedom. You also take note of all the little displays of the main four scattered throughout the outside of the play structures. You keep walking around admiring the colourful place, your constant gazing leads you to bump into a desk. It's semi-circular with a double monitor and the flooring is harder than the padded floor throughout the Daycare.

You walk around and enter the area and you instantly notice that it's supposed to be a security desk of sorts. There is some dust collected on it but nothing you can easily clean. There is also a pretty comfortable chair and behind it all is a fairly big screen showcasing Sundrop, specifically the Sundrop candy things. Taking note of where the desk is you continue walking around enjoying the way your feet sink into the padded floors. You start skipping around till you come across an area filled with short long tables and small colourful chairs. There are shelves with bins that are filled with all sorts of crafty stuff.

“That's a shit ton of glitter glue” you pull out a bin filled with all sorts of glitter glue. Some were of pinks and blues and others were of silvers and golds. A whole rainbow and beyond of colours. There were paints of all sorts, even face paints! Bins filled with paper and those kinds of scissors that cut in all shapes and styles. The kind that when they're put out on the tables every kid will rush to get one in their tiny grasps. You smile as you look through one of the many bins filled with stickers, you pick out a couple of yellow stars and some that supposedly glow in the dark and decorate them on your arms. You stretch your arms out and admire the stickers on your arms. Smiling you continue your little stroll.

You keep just looking around and walking all over the place. The lights remind you of the kind that schools always had the kind that makes sure you stay awake and makes you drag on your school work. Those kinds of lights always make it hard for you to concentrate. You also come across a little castle-like structure built right next to the ball pit. You made your way to the top of it and just looked down and resisted the urge to jump off from the structure and into the ball pit. You also find a little storage place for shoes and other possible stuff, most likely for the kids at the daycare to put away their belongings.

You then come across a dark blue curtain near the craft area, it stands out from the rest of the daycare with its much darker colours compared to the bright colours all over the place. Pushing aside the curtains you enter an almost dream-like atmosphere. One that feels like you're entering a dream, a dark bioluminescent forest with quiet morning birds chirping. It's dark inside the decently large cave-like place. On the walls is a dark clear sky design with a couple of thin blue-grey clouds. The ceiling is decorated by glow-in-the-dark stars and a lamp that's the shape of the moon right at the center. On the floors are very well-cushioned sleeping mats with sun and moon-decorated blankets and pillows that continue with this late-night theme. At the end of this dome is a nest of blankets and pillows formed into a perfect sitting area and on the sides of it is bookshelves filled with all sorts of books on display.

“What is this place? It's beautiful,” you say out loud admiring the whole area, it doesn't take long for you to notice that that dome/cave is the naptime area. You reach down into the nest and pick up a white star-shaped pillow. It is the slightest fluffy and fits perfectly in your arms, and you smile.

You stand there for a moment taking in the mild and comforting smell of lavender in the room. Enjoying and sucking in the calmness that came with this room, a feeling of comfort and sleepiness wash over you like a nice warm blanket during a harsh winter night. You breathe in and let out a contented sigh, smiling and burying your face into the pillow.

A sinking feeling drapes over your shoulders, your legs feel stiff, and the contentment, the joy, and all calming emotions slowly ooze out of you. A tall lengthy figure stands over you, your back turned to it while its blaring red eyes watch you like a predator watching its prey. You feel an ache in your chest start to build up, the growing anxiety makes your stomach twist and suck in. The pillow is held tight against you.

“Now who might you be starlight?”

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MOON HAS MADE AN APPEARANCE!! Hope you all like chapter two! Any and all support is greatly appreciated

[swiftsaltsweet]

The Fire Sage Fiasco Chapter 1: The Party

Characters: Rangi and Yun (Kyoshi variant later)

Pairing: Rangshi (variation, reincarnation by a diff name :'D)

Summary:

It was just supposed to be a normal birthday for Rangi, but everything changed when the Fire Sages attacked!

(AU: What if Rangi was the Avatar?)

Other Sites: AO3 

A/N: “Another Kyoshi/Rangi centered fic, Salty?” What if I said I have a problem? ;w; Or should I say I was possessed? TT0TT

(also I realized I never posted this on here...oops)

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The sun was high in the sky with nary a cloud in sight. Rangi nibbled on what was probably her hundredth mushroom in the past hour. Her mother really went all out for her birthday. Despite the price and season, her mother had found a way to fully stock a special reserve of stalknose mushrooms just for her.

There were plenty of other delicious foods for her guests to enjoy. Her guests, which was just a small gathering of Avatar Kuruk’s, and now Avatar Yun’s, entourage, and some of her own well extended family members. 

Avatar Yun had convinced Jianzhu to celebrate Rangi’s sixteenth birthday in the Fire Nation on her home island. She told him he didn’t need to, and that she was fine celebrating it in Yokoya, but secretly she was relieved he’d done it. Turning sixteen was an important year in the Fire Nation, so the fact she was able to do it here was a blessing like no other.

The only downside is that her days before and after her birthday had been and would be filled with more and more dry Avatar meetings. Not that she completely minded, as long as she was helping the Avatar and fulfilling her duty, she was content. There was nothing she’d trade in the world for her position.

“I never thought I’d see the day! You? Enjoying something? Who would've guessed!” She heard a chuckle beside her. 

Rangi turned around and saw Avatar Yun, and pouted as she stopped consuming one of her glorious mushrooms. “What? They’re…..a delicacy. I’m just enjoying them while I can.”

“You know you’re allowed to say ‘I like this,’ right?” He grinned at her. 

She blushed in annoyance. “I-I know that! I’m just saying, it’s great to enjoy such a rare opportunity. Is that so wrong?”

He raised an eyebrow, his stupid grin turning into a stupid smirk. “So, translation, ‘I really, really like these stalknose mushrooms, Yun! I hope I get them every birthday!’ Is that right?”

Rangi kicked a sturdy rock towards him, which he knocked away with a wave of his finger. 

“Attacking the Avatar, now?” He squinted at her, challenging her. Well two could play at that game.

“It’s my birthday wish,” her voice dripping with sarcasm as she gave him her own smirk, now tapping another rock at him. He kicked it up and started to juggle it. 

She kicked up another rock, then another, and another. And he caught each one, and juggled it expertly. He switched from two hands, two just juggling them with one hand, and mocked yawned with his free hand. “Is that all you got?”

“Oh? Is the circus in town?” A disapproving voice approached. It was Rangi’s mother, Hei-Ran. 

Rangi stopped what she was doing, and stood at attention. Yun dropped the rocks he was bending and gave her a sheepish smile. “Oh, c’mon Sifu! It’s a birthday party! We’re just having fun!”

Hei-Ran massaged the bridge of her nose. “That type of fun is only allowed for children or Air Nomads. Both of which, you two are neither.”

The two teens pouted, even at a birthday party, they had to be mindful of who was around them. Even among her own family, they had to maintain their image. Maybe I should’ve had it back in Yakoya. Rangi thought sullenly. At least they wouldn’t have to worry about some of the more troublesome Fire Nation customs. It was her birthday, surely some tomfoolery wouldn’t be a sin?

A rock whizzed past Rangi right over to Yun, Yun snapped his arms to catch it. “Air Nomads can have fun you say? Then what if this Air Nomad dragged them into it?”

Kelsang approached, giving Hei-Ran a cheerful grin. Hei-Ran responded back to her old friend with a small frown, and then a nod, before walking away. Yun looked at Hei-Ran confused, but Rangi completely understood the interaction. ‘Took you long enough, now they can let loose. But don’t drag me into it.’

Kelsang took the opportunity to air puff up the rocks Yun had previously dropped, which caused Yun to start juggling again. 

Rangi resumed her original goal of finding the nearest rock, and then kicking it over to Yun like a ball. Kelsang mirrored her, but would find much heavier rocks to airbend over to the boy. Yun expertly caught each one.

Rangi found one about the size of a Kuai ball. She put her toe on top of it, before flicking it and maneuvering her same toe under it, as if she was going to juggle it with her foot. Outright kicking this rock at Yun would’ve hurt her too much, she needed to find a way to throw it. But bending down to pick it up made her feel uncool, so she opted for a foot throw.

She anchored her other foot down, and thrusted her foot forward. It sailed to Yun easily, which surprised her a little. It felt lighter than it had looked, but she chalked it up to her leg muscles getting stronger from the new horse stance routine she'd recently started. She couldn’t help but feel a bit proud knowing her muscles were getting stronger, just because she upped her training regiment a bit. 

They kept up the pace, and eventually Yun started to draw a crowd. Impressed by how much earth he was bending at once. 

The only thing that could make them stop was a gasp at the front gate. Everyone turned their heads and saw what the commotion was. 

A group of Fire Sages were marching towards through the gate, they looked haggard like they had sprinted to get there. It must’ve been an emergency.

Rangi stood at attention and flanked Yun, the party was over, she was in Avatar bodyguard mode again. Yun masterfully stopped the juggling, and lowered the pieces of earth safely to the ground.

“What seems to be the problem?” Yun asked the approaching men. Jianzhu and Hei-Ran approached just as fast as the sages, flanking Yun and Rangi’s side.

The leader of the Fire Sages stepped forward. “A-Avatar….” he gasped. 

He looked at the ground, unable to look in Yun’s direction, or any direction for that matter. None of the sages behind him could do so either. 

They looked pale, like they’d seen a ghost. 

“Yes? Again, is there an issue?” Yun’s eyes softened upon seeing the older man’s distress growing more and more.

“I-I’m sorry, Avatar!” The leader’s hand flew to his forehead, wanting to run it through his hair, but instead he almost knocked his hat off. “We-we didn’t know! It….It wasn’t time! We thought we had more time, but-but the sacred fire it just…… We had no idea! Something went wrong! Terribly wrong!”

He was choking out sobs now. Almost as if he was awaiting a divine punishment.

Benevolence rested on Yun's face as he took a step forward, reaching his arm out to comfort the sage. “Please sir, it’s ok! I’m sure whatever it is we can fix it-”

The sage head shot up, and took a step back away from Yun. As if afraid he’ll be struck by lightning. “No! No, it cannot be fixed!” He was almost angry, but where it was aimed at was anyone’s guess. 

“You cannot talk to the Avatar that way!” Rangi yelled at the man, who curled in on himself in response. 

Yun put his hand up, signaling to her that it was alright and he didn’t mind the man’s outburst. Rangi fell back.

“I-I can’t believe….” As the leader was mumbling trying to figure out what to say, a younger sage started to speak up through a thick sob. “I…I can’t believe it. That Avatar Kuruk’s record was broken, and s-so soon…and…” The young sage then began to wail.

Yun looked back at Rangi and his sifus, eyes wide and eyebrows raised. Rangi, Kelsang, Jianzhu, and Hei-Ran could only return the exact same look right back at him. What record was there of Kuruk’s to break? From one of his silly competitions? It was the only thing that made sense. But why would something like “heaviest boulder lifter” bring the Fire Sages to tears?!

The younger sage collapsed to his knees, his brethren trying to get him to stand back up. Tears were silently streaming down their faces as well.

The leader spoke again, his voice shaky. “I apologize, this should be a happy occasion. I-we….. It’s just……  thinking about how this has come about, it’s just horrible.”

The younger sage was wailing louder, through his sobs Rangi could only hear one phrase ‘too young, too young.’ He kept repeating it, like a chant. It set her entire being on edge. Her bones, her blood, her skin, it all prickled. It wasn't something bad that happened, it was something ghastly. 

Finally the leader picked his head up, and looked directly at Jianzhu of all people. His face looked like it had aged a hundred years. “I am so sorry. You all were robbed.”

Jianzhu stepped forward, his voice booming. “Robbed?! Do you mean Yokoya? Or one of my other-”

The leader held up his hand to stop Jianzhu from speaking, and just shook his head.

“Then what?! What was I robbed of?!” Jianzhu bellowed. 

The leader didn’t answer, whatever it was, it was too painful for him to say. Instead, he just turned his attention to Hei-Ran, his eyes pleading at her.

“Jianzhu, hold on.” She put a hand on her friend’s shoulder and pulled him back. “Fire Sage, please state your business here. I don’t think we can handle any more of the suspense.” 

She gave a small smile to the older man, surely hoping that friendliness would coax the answers out of him. It worked. He seemed to regain some composure, and gathered the strength to push forward. 

The leader closed his eyes, and his voice shook. “We’re here for the Avatar.”

Yun took another step forward, exasperated. “Well I’m here, so what-” 

“Not, you.” The sage cut off Yun, his face was now hardened refined like pure steel.

In what felt like an eternity, they all witnessed the Fire Sages’ eyes slowly drift towards Rangi. It took another eternity as they each, one by one, sunk to the floor into a full dogeza bow. 

“It is our honor to serve you. Avatar Rangi.”

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A/N: Dun dun duuuuuuuuh. 8U Was just going to make this a “haha” silly tumblr post on my main account. But then I was like “Oh but what if I really just dove deep into this lil nugget?” And now we’re here.

Anyway, AHHHHH lol, I dunno where I’m going to go with this (don’t expect fast updates TT0TT). I’ll break canon if I can get Rangshi to work (actually I don’t think I have to break anything, iirc I think I can make it work with what LoK gave me)! But atm I just wanna spiral with this and Rangi~! 

I did make an alternative version of this, it’s a one-shot called “Tea Readings”. ;U It was supposed to be funnier, but it ended up being dramatic too TT0TT 

Btw, I’m writing this before Reckoning of Roku comes out, so…..if they explain how they identify the Fire Avatar……..and it happens to not be how I do it….well…..darn. 8U How they identify the FIre Avatar was hinted at here, but should be fully explained for the next chapter (only two chapters have been fully planned, I have an idea of what to do next but nothing typed out yet).

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Warnings: Gammer errors, sad/depressed reader, angst.

G:🍭(angst)

.(What's in pink are the lyrics to the song, I couldn't decide on who to base this story on so y'all can use y'all's imagination and or comment who you think is best suited.[It was supposed to be for Barou tbh]The lyrics to the song repeats itself so I bounced around a few times.)

It's been how long now? 3 weeks,3 months . You don't know nor do you care.All you know for sure is that he's gone and you're no longer the center of his life.You lay on you bed rolled up into a ball of depression

You'd probably think I was psychotic (if you knew)

You weren't crazy, it's what you told yourself over again, you were just attached

What I still got in my closet (sad but true)

You'd open your closet door and there it was staring back at you, it's grey color matching the current emotion you're feeling for still having this stuck in your closet. No one knew about this.

I slip it on over my shoulders

You would wear it whenever you feel yourself slipping away or need some kind of closure. And recently it seems like you've hardly ever taken it off.

Something I'll never get over,It makes me feel a little bit closer to you.

Whenever you put it on it reminds you of the first time he lent it to you, around the time you guys first started dating. You were shivering cold but he dropped his oversized jacket onto your shoulders and you instantly were mask in his scent . You never wanted to return it after that , no matter how many times he asked for it.

I can't keep your love, I can't keep your kiss

Your love is all gone , you took it with you out the door. But I still have this.

Gave you everything and all I got was this

All the love I gave you has been left behind.

I'm still rocking your hoodie.

Months after the break up you still desperately clung onto his hoodie. You'd swirl around your room , watching it dance over your thighs, you couldn't help but constantly think about how big it was on you . Most of the time you'd even go shopping in it, lolling around stores you guys would shop at.Stopping at every full body mirror and imagining him standing right next to you as you would tug at his hoodie for him to give it to you. Or as he's trying on a new hoodie youre already asking if you could barrow it for the weekend.

And chewing on the strings

He would always get mad at you for this,he'd Tell you how unsanitary that is, as he watch you nibble on the string attach to the hoodie. Or when you would return it and the string is wet. The strings to the hoodie now are all worn out now, of months of constant chewing as a comping mechanism.

It makes me think about you,So I wear it when I sleep.

It keeps you from going insane when the nights are cold and dark, lonely. From when he use to lay next to you , wide awake, as you'd be all snuggled up next to him. Inhaling his scent to help yourself out a bit more, snuggling yourself deeper into his warmth with ever little nook and cranny that goes bump in the night .

I kept the broken zipper

You remembered when the zipper popped off, and you were crying about it. He told you not to worry about it and that it's fine. And to just trash it . Which you did, but you found yourself rumbling through the trash that week of the break up desperately trying to find the tiny trinket

.I used to put my hand in your pockets

When my hands would get freezing cold, you'd look down at his hand and shyly sneak your hands into his.

The smell of your cologne is still on it (but you're still gone)

The strong smell of his cologne you remember he would spray on himself. But it's been months since the break up and the smell was wearing off.You didn't want that to happen, the hoodie just isn't the same without his smell!. Thankfully you remembered the name of the brand he uses and brought a few. And every now and then whenever the smell seem to be fading you'd drown yourself and the hoodie in it, making it perfect.

Someone I'll never get over.

He was your first real boyfriend and you thought for sure that you two would last, this wasn't some measly high school couple . You two actually had a concrete relationship. He was so respectful of you and your boundaries and he was so loving, in his own way. Arguments would hardly ever happen cause he doesn't ever want to raise his voice at you or appear as frightening.

Baby, even though it hurts Still rocking your.

All of these sweet memories are hurting you and clinging to this hoodie isn't making it any better. But you don't want to let go of it you're just going to bask in its warmth for just a little while longer. Just until you're fully stable.

If you want it Back If you want it back I'm here waiting Come take it back Come take it back.

The hoodie is now yours to keep, you declared to yourself. And if he really loves his hoodie then you'll be ready to give yourself back to him along with his hoodie. He can always have back his hoodie, just not without you that is.