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moonlightsolo · 4 months

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Imagine going to the bioluminescent forest to research plants and neteyam is bathing there but you haven’t met and you try to sneak away before he sees you watching him🫣🫠

wow i finally finished this after literally months & it was definitely worth the wait ;)

very descriptive smut 18+ minors dni pls!!!! & thx to @cinetrix for fueling my delusions w these photos <3

the forest of pandora; one of the many treasures of the extrasolar moon.

coming from earth, where the greenery has been absorbed by concrete jungles, this new planet is fascinating to you.

pandora’s lush paradise is filled with rich varying colors, and trees that tower into the atmosphere. being a xenobiologist in this environment, is like hitting the jackpot.

the bizarre flora can keep you occupied for hours, every time you step foot outside you always find something new to observe.

but when you stumble upon a na’vi you haven’t seen before- and somehow looks vaguely familiar… you can’t help but gawk at him as he washes himself in a steaming lagoon.

being surrounded by na’vi is intimidating. especially when they’re tall, and lean, and everything that your human form is not. you work alongside the omatikaya clan, thankful that you were too young to travel in cryo after the war.

but as you continue to stare from the tree line, you observe the adornments in the man’s hair, and the neckpiece that confirms he belongs to the clan you work alongside.

how have you never seen this na’vi before? you know everyone! from the olo’eyktan, to the tsahìk. you crouch down in your spot in the shadows of the trees, watching how he softly scrubs his body and creates white suds over his blue skin.

you admire him from afar, taking note of the valleys of his defined muscles and how they protrude magnificently from having a low percentage of body fat, if any.

although you appreciate the plants, the best part of the planet is ingenious species of the world— the na’vi.

their skin is a muted cyan, and adorned with stripes that are not all uniform. they’re also tall, much taller than an above average human male- and their bones are reinforced with a naturally occurring carbon fiber, making their muscles sharp and chiseled…

…and this one is absolutely breathtaking. his nose is perfectly slanted, and his ears are pointed yet soft at the same time. his eyes are round and golden like the star that shines in the sky.

god, is he fucking tall, like a tree. you feel like if you would stand next to him, you would only reach his goddamn elbow! oh man, you’d like to climb him.

you shake away your dirty thoughts, almost laughing at yourself for thinking so irrationally. you’re crouched here, stalking a na’vi as he bathes— what a creep.

you stand up fully to turn around and walk the opposite way, but your foot crunches loudly on a thick twig. it’s almost like a chain reaction as a nearby animal in the bush darts out in attempt to escape from your human self.

instinctively, you let out a screech as you stumble backwards to run away from the scared little thing. your heels catch the fallen log, the one you were previously hiding behind, and your knees buckle which sends you hurtling over the wood.

you tumble backwards past the treeline, and into the open field. you land on your butt with your back facing the lagoon. your heart is pounding out of your chest, whether it’s from the animal startling you, or the embarrassment of the na’vi now knowing you were in the trees near him.

you take a deep breath to calm your nerves, one of your hands rest on your chest as you attempt to control your breathing. oh god, you’re such a weirdo. he has to know you were watching him. maybe you can play it off as you simply tripping and falling.

before you could seek out where the na’vi is, a large heavy hand lays on your shoulders from behind. the feeling startles you, and makes your entire body jolt to spin around on your butt and face the intruder.

“oh god… hi.” you puff out breathlessly, and your eyes look over his damp body and the pearly-white smile on his face.

“you okay?” his accented voice speaks in english.

your face obviously looks taken aback, which makes him take a step away from you and his hand falls back to his side. “i’m okay, yeah… yeah, wait — you speak english?” your eyes peer up at him curiously as you stand to your feet, and he can’t help but smile at the inquisitive look on your human face.

“i do.. i grew up speaking it alongside my family, i’d rather speak my peoples language, but you’re not one of them.” his deep voice hums, and you can’t help but notice how his gaze flits over your body.

you’ll say it is a warm day today on pandora, so you’re not completely covered up; you’re wearing a thin tank top that you ripped into a crop, and some tiny khaki shorts that sit high on your waist and short on your thighs.

you can feel your cheeks heat up from him evidently checking you out, which makes your arms cross over your chest to shield your body.

his eyes slightly widen when you unintentionally press your breasts closer to each other. the man swallows and lifts his eyes to your face behind your mask, now knowing that you caught him in the act.

“i’m neteyam.” he extends one of his very large hands, which you gladly take. his hand is warm and heavy in yours, practically engulfing your own hand in his palm.

you smile at his introduction, then your face screws up in confusion. your brain wracks through every memory of where you could have heard that name before. then it clicks, and suddenly your eyes widen in realization, “neteyam sully?” you blurt out, still unknowingly shaking his hand like a mad man.

“uh… yes. that’s me?” he chuckles awkwardly, and looks at your hands still moving between your bodies.

neteyam sully— the olo’eyktan’s son, the stealthy warrior of the sky. the one who rarely makes an appearance in the clan because of his strenous mission to seek out the RDA.

“i know your dad, and your entire family. i work with the omatikaya!!” your eyes dart down to your shaking hands before pulling away in embarrassment.

“oh. you’re the girl? the one norm and max brought in..” he hums, almost like a purr, and his arms cross over his toned chest.

the girl? so he’s heard about you.

“i guess that’s me…?” you let out a nervous laugh, “i’m y/n by the way. it’s nice to finally meet you, i’ve heard a lot about you.” you can’t help but beam at him.

it’s almost as if he is a legend to the omatikaya because seeing him is such a rare occurrence. after his family had returned from the island clan, neteyam went into hiding to track down the RDA, to avenge his people that were lost in the war.

your eyes trail down his body, unable to help yourself; sometimes you can’t get over how beautiful the na’vi are.

neteyam places his hands on his hips as he watches your eyes rake over the expanse of his body, “like what ya see?” he arrogantly asks with a smirk.

you take a step back once you hear his words, “no- no… i—.” you raise your hands in surrender as your cheeks burn with a blush.

“i’m sorry. i was just… admiring, i guess.. i study the entirety pandora so it’s always fascinating to see something new.” your voice is slightly muffled from your mask, and your hushed tone.

slender fingers wrap around your wrists to gently tug your hands away from the surface of the mask, “don’t worry, i’m just messing around.”

when neteyam comes into view, his face is much closer to you from him being slightly bent down. you can see every detail, every subtle knick in his skin from previous injuries, and the slight pink tint to the tip of his nose and his cheeks.

god, he is one beautiful na’vi.

he stands up straight and clears his throat, “go ahead. examine whatever you want. i’ll be your test subject.. doctor.” he sarcastically nods toward you from the nickname, and places his hands on his hips.

the nickname makes a shiver run down your spine—you’re definitely no doctor, but you’ll take it.

you gulp as you allow yourself to peer over his body, letting your eyes run over his muscles and the stripes that adorn his skin. the sun hides behind clouds in the sky, casting a dark shadow over the two of you.

his bioluminescent freckles sparkle in the shadows, and you can’t help but reach out and touch them. his body shudders under your soft touch as your fingertips gracefully run over the spots that adorn his chest. following the trails that lead farther down his abdomen.

neteyam seems to have been sculpted by eywa herself.

“may i say… you are quite beautiful.” his deep voice blurts in the tension-filled air, causing your lungs to constrict from the compliment.

you stare up at him through your eyelashes, bringing your bottom lip between your teeth. “so are you.” you reply with a small smile.

he lets out a little breathy, ‘hmph’ from your reply, as if he was amused by it. he bows his head toward you in an act of silently thanking you.

one of his hands rise to play with the wild hair sticking out beside your ears. then he lets his fingers trail down the border of your mask and down your neck; the feather-light touches make your skin crawl.

the look in his eyes darken as he stares down at you, which makes your stomach fill with butterflies. how does someone you just met have such an effect on you?

“i know you were watching me earlier.” his sultry voice purrs out, as his thumb works to rub soft circles into your throat.

your eyes blow wide, and your mouth slightly falls open from his confession, “i–i.. what?” you breathe out as heat fills your entire body, and humiliation burns at your skin.

“it’s okay. do not worry…” he chuckles from your obvious panic and swipes his thumb under your chin to tilt your face up, “i enjoy having your eyes on me.” his deep voice rumbles quietly, but still loud enough to make your skin crawl with goosebumps.

you can feel the heat pool in between your legs from his soft touches. his eyes peer into yours, and you watch how his pink tongue darts out to lick his lips as he stares at you.

you feel shame sit heavy in your chest from how aroused you are. you shouldn’t be doing this and he shouldn’t be encouraging it; he’s na’vi and the son of your boss, and you’re human. there’s absolutely no way this would be possible.

neteyam can tell your mind is overworking itself as your eyes flicker over his face. he takes the opportunity to swoop down and press his lips to your ear, making you gasp in surprise.

no fucking way he’s this close to you right now.

he pulls back, but just enough so his lips were ghosting over the glass, fogging it up and wishing you could kiss him.

the striking yellow of his irises makes your lower stomach clench, and the firm feeling of his hands running down your body makes you bite back a moan.

“tell me to stop… and i will.” he breathes out with a hint of a smirk crawling on his perfect lips.

“we–we shouldn’t…” your voice is breathless, and you can feel your body trembling; whether it’s from nervousness or the anticipation of what is about to happen.

there’s an inexplicable chemistry that cannot be ignored between the two of you.

“you’re right, we shouldn’t…” he takes a step back, tearing himself away from you; which makes you suck in a sharp desperate breath. you don’t want him to stop, “but wouldn’t it be fun?” he swoops back and grabs your hips harshly to pull you into his body.

neteyam can only be honest with himself. being a warrior is tough, especially being away from his family. but one of the worst parts is that he doesn’t have a woman to feed his hunger, to release his pent up frustration— the only thing he is left with is his own hands.

so when a beautiful human girl stumbles onto his path, he can’t help but allow lust to cloud his vision.

a whimper escapes your throat when his hot body presses into you, and the feeling of his bulge sitting on your stomach makes your knees want to buckle. “is that a yes?” he hisses out under his breath.

you fervently nod in agreement, “please. i’ll let you do anything you want to me.” you whine out, almost turning into putty in his strong hold.

neteyam’s tail whips behind him at the sound of that and a cocky sneer forms on his face. he finally closes the gap between your bodies as his hands grip your upper thighs, lifting your body up to his level.

your arms swing themselves around his neck, and your thighs tightly squeeze his waist as he holds you in the air.

he attaches lips to the junction of skin that connects your neck and shoulder, kissing and sucking on your warm body- sending shivers to wrack down your spine. his entire presence is intoxicating to you, and you crave even more from him.

the na’vi stumbles forward to a nearby tree to press your back against it, now your hips are almost flush. only separated by his loin cloth, and your thin shorts. you can feel the weaved fabric of his cloth press against your center, which makes a soft whine spill from your lips.

neteyam smiles against your neck, pulling back to look over your face for a moment. the look in his eyes makes you want to drop to your knees right at this moment, but he’s quick to lean down and continue his attack against your neck.

his sharp teeth carefully nip at your skin and his lips suck little love bites, causing lovely red spots that’ll inevitably show up darker later. the feeling causes an explosion of flutters to erupt across your nerve-endings.

his hands hold your body in place against the tree as he lowers himself, kissing down your collarbones and making his way to your breasts, “take it off.” he breathes out, almost like a desperate hiss.

his eyes dart from your face to your tank top, licking his lips in anticipation. you quickly oblige, pulling your hands from his braids to swiftly tug the flimsy fabric over your head.

you toss it somewhere beneath you to the mossy ground, now left completely shirtless. you silently thank yourself for not wearing a bra today.

neteyam’s tail waves entrancingly behind him as he looks over your naked chest, “mmm, sevin..” he purrs in his native tongue, which almost made you climax at the sound of it.

you recognize that word as ‘pretty’… he called you pretty. the compliment obviously makes your cheeks flush, and he takes notice to it and a smile grows on his handsome face.

he grins at your shyness, and leans forward to look into your eyes. “you are.” his voice rumbles, as one of his hands snakes up to rest on your naked chest.

the feeling of his large hand on your body makes you bite your bottom lip, his hand covers your entire breast and his fingers reach to your collarbone. he takes his time with you as he leaves wet kisses all over your chest until he reaches the other unoccupied one.

he kisses along your nipple, playfully licking at it like a cat before making his way farther down your body. the hand on your breast keeps your body in place as he lowers himself. his teeth nip as the waist band of your shorts, expertly undoing the button with his mouth.

the heat of his mouth unfortunately leaves your body, which makes you wriggle in his grip. “be patient, little one.” he chuckles, and uses one arm to hold your entire body up while the other busies itself tugging your shorts off of your legs. thankfully, he doesn’t ruin them for future use, since human clothes are a rare thing to come across on pandora.

he frowns when he sees your underwear, “so many layers… why?” he grumbles.

a giggle tumbles past your lips, but you snap your mouth shut to stop yourself, “why are you laughing?” he stares up at you from between your legs. the sight of him so close to where you need him makes you salivate.

“m’sorry. it’s just funny.” you stifle more laughter from sputtering out, as a mischievous smile tugs up onto his face. “your kind is funny. na’vi only have our tweng, and that’s it. none of whatever this is..” he huffs as he expertly moves your legs onto his shoulders, now face to face with your center.

one of his fingers hooks into the elastic of your panties, and lets it snap back against your skin. the feeling makes you jolt in his arms as the burn soothes itself.

neteyam places lazy kisses along your inner thigh, smiling as he feels you shudder in his hands, “sensitive.” his hot breath puffs against the damp fabric of your underwear.

you whine in his arms, instinctively bucking your hips forward. he tsks and his ears flatten against the side of his head, “patience, love. patience.” his voice soothes you as he unsheathes his blade from his hip.

“wait! what are you doing?” you attempt to wriggle out of his grip, but he is relentless and too strong- which in all honesty turns you on even more.

“shhh.” he hushes you as one of his fingers stretch the fabric of your cotton panties away from your hip, and he brings the knife up to cleanly slice it in two places.

the thin fabric falls to the ground and your mouth is hanging open in shock. somehow, you can’t even be mad at him for ruining your underwear from how fucking hot that was.

“this okay?” he breathes out teasingly over your core, and all you can do is nod. you’re about to get eaten out by a na’vi, for the matter of fact the olo’eyktan’s eldest son. you wish he could pinch you right now because this seems like a dream.

once neteyam receives your consent, he dives forward. his long tongue explores your folds, making the back of your head slam against the trunk of the tree as you cry out to the sky.

your hands instantly find solace in his braids, as the heat of his mouth finds every possible pleasure-filled spot.

“oh god…!” you let out a loud moan, and your fists grip his braids harsher. your movements cause a hoarse moan to vibrate from his mouth, up into you.

which earns neteyam another loud cry to spill from your swollen lips; it’s like music to his ears. he digs his face farther into your mound, wiggling his face back and forth to coax more of those delightful sounds out of you.

your chest puffs crazily and your back arches off of the rough surface of the tree bark, “yes, oh my god.. fuck- i’m gonna- don’t stop!” you ramble out, as your hips involuntarily buck against his face.

neteyam chuckles as your eagerness, smiling against you as he pulls away to allow you to calm down. the scene between your legs makes you feel as if you could come untouched. no way this man is edging you right now.

he is smiling all giddy, his pearly whites on show with your slick glistening around his mouth. it’s something of your deepest darkest fantasies, you wish you could take a picture so you could never forget it.

your chest heaves as your body attempts to soothe your built up high that was sinfully stolen from you, “what is this god you talk about?” he questions as he pulls you away from the tree, and slides your body down his so your legs are around his waist again.

“someone we humans admire. like eywa to the na’vi.” you sigh out and lean back against the tree.

a sudden surge of confidence floods your body, allowing your nervousness to wash away. knowing that neteyam is strong enough to hold you up, so you allow yourself to unhook your hands from around his neck.

“like eywa?” he questions with a hum, his round eyes intently watch your every move.

your hands run down his neck, to his chest and over his muscles and scars. “yes, like eywa, and i prefer eywa as well.” your breathing shudders as you lean forward rest your mask against his chest.

you can’t help but notice the tiny smirk on his lips from your comment.

your fingers reach up to your face, sliding your finger under the seal to pull it away from your face. his eyes go wide as he stutters over his words, and his hands fly up to press it back against your face.

“what are you doing? you will die, we’re too far to get help.”

your glossy eyes look up at him through your eyelashes, “trust me. i won’t die. please let me take it off.” you whimper desperately, chewing on your bottom lip.

the begging look you give him makes his stomach do somersaults, unable to stop you from doing whatever you want. with those eyes and that look, you have him wrapped around your finger.

his grip leaves the sides of the mask, and a sneaky smile beams on your face. he surrenders to you, and rests his hands against your sides as he watches the mask fall from your face to hang around your neck.

finally, your beauty is exposed from behind the hazy glass. he’s able to see your face fully, drinking in every beauty mark and the twinkle in your eyes.

while holding your breath, you lean forward to press a kiss against his neck. you allow your tongue to dart out, to lick at his clean skin, to feel his heartbeat pumping against your lips. neteyam lets out an obscene groan, one that rumbles deep in his chest and vibrates against your body.

speaking of your body, it feels as if it’s aching for him, like he put a spell on your mind to obsess over him- as if he’s taken over your nervous system like an addictive drug.

you can feel your lungs starting to scream for oxygen, burning in your chest. with one last moment, you push yourself farther by tugging his face down to yours.

his lips are finally on yours. kissing you with passion and fervor, knowing this will be your first and last kiss unless he sees you again after this affair.

his tongue urgently slips past yours and into your mouth, sucking you in like a vice. he breathes you in as he presses his entire front into your body, pinning you against the tree.

you instinctively suck in a breath of pandora’s air, hoping you would receive the blissful feeling of fresh air in your lungs, but instead it feels as if you’ve inhaled hot embers.

neteyam swiftly shoves the mask back over your face, allowing you to take a deep breath of the oxygen that you desperately needed. the color flooding back into your face as you take deep, slow breaths.

“please…” you breathlessly beg. your voice is more whiny than you intended it to be, but you could care less. his hands busy themselves by pulling the elastic back around your head to situate the mask. his eyes full of worry, but he realizes that your mind is not thinking about how you almost just suffocated.

your head falls back against the tree behind you as your back arches, and your hips buck against him. your body is instinctively trying to seek out the pleasure that he once stole away from you.

“please what, little one?” neteyam’s large hands slide down your soft sides until he reaches your ass. his fingertips dig into the pillowy flesh, kneading it slowly as if he was cherishing the feeling of your skin.

“you are soft. much softer than my people.” his compliment comes out like a growl.

“please, i want to feel you. i need to feel all of you.” your voice whispers out, too embarrassed to really tell him exactly what you want. his golden eyes peer down at you intimidatingly, making you turn your eyes away from him.

“feel me where?” neteyam ducks down to your height, letting his breath ghost over your ear. “tell me.” he demands.

“i—i want you…” your voice trails off as your face burns up in humiliation. “speak with your words. tell me what you want.” his voice raises a little higher than a whisper now. he’s so close to your face, you can feel it.

a little whimper escapes your throat from his demanding tone. you hesitantly turn your face back toward him to stare up into his eyes, “i want you inside of me, neteyam.”

his fingertips dig harder into your ass as he looks over your face for any apprehension. truly, he doesn’t even think he could fit himself in your human body.

“i told you that you could do anything you want to me.” you breathily shudder out, “and i want you to do that to me.”

neteyam doesn’t say anything for a moment, which strikes you with a moment of worry before he pulls you both away from the tree. he walks away from the treeline into the field, to rest your body beside the lagoon in a bed of moss as he kisses at your neck.

the soft feeling of the ground against your naked back makes you shudder from it gently tickling your skin.

as you settle into the warmth of the earth, neteyam settles between your legs. his mouth pulls away from your neck to travel down your jaw, over to your ear.

his hands are busy to spread your thighs around his hips as he suckles at the sensitive spot below your ear. the feeling makes your breathing pattern stutter, and your nails to dig into his back.

“please.” you beg again, “need you.”

one of the hands on the back of your knee rubs down the back of your leg until he meets your inner thigh, “i need to warm you up.”

your eyes dart over his face, “but you already did.” you murmur, eyes blinking up at him dumbly.

neteyam doesn’t listen to you but instead runs a finger through your wet folds, causing you to shut your mouth.

“no warning?” you let out a little laugh, but it quickly turns into a moan when one of his slender fingers slides inside of you.

“oh my…” you moan out, and instinctively reach up to grip at his shoulder. his finger expertly curls up inside of you to press against that spot. and then another finger is added which practically makes your eyes bulge out of your head, “fuck- that feels so good, neteyam.”

“so warm… so tiny.” he grumbles as if he’s talking to himself.

his two fingers feel like a regular human dick, how would you ever be able to take his actual one?

instead of focusing on a pace, he takes his time to massage your walls to open you up. somehow, it feels better than anything you’ve ever felt. he’s pressing against spots you’ve never even discovered. you could even say its a little painful, but it feels too good to protest against.

you cry out, and your hips buck up when he hits a sensitive spot which sends his fingers deeper inside of you. “please. i need you now. i don’t care. please!” you sob out.

neteyam’s eyes are level with your breasts before he sits up on his knees, his fingers pulling out of you to leave you laying there empty.

he intensely watches your tiny body twitch beneath him as he strips himself of his loincloth. he pulls the intricate knots apart and throws the leather cloth to the side.

his cock springs up onto his stomach, finally free from the tight restraints of his tweng.

holy fuck. he’s huge.

and now you understand why he said he needed to warm you up for the second time. your scientist brain takes over as you look over his cock, biting your lip in curiosity. it’s so pretty, which isn’t surprising to you at all.

it’s beautifully blue and has the same stripes as the rest of his body, and the darkening sky makes his white freckles shine as they adorn the veins. his tip is swollen and pink, leaking luminescent pre-cum. you want to take samples, but that would ruin the mood entirely.

you sit up in front of him, licking your lips as you stare up at him. almost silently begging him, “can i touch you?”

“don’t have to ask for that, pretty.” he leans back on his heels, wiggling his hips as he gets comfortable. as you crawl forward, one of his hands reach from his hip to cup your jaw to lead you forward.

your hand reaches down to wrap your tiny hand around his girth, your thumb toying with the almost holographic liquid dribbling from him.

your eyes stay trained to how it trembles under your touch, and how the protruding veins feel under your palm.

you wish you didn’t have this goddamn mask on your face so you could taste him. “wish i could taste you..” you sheepishly admit into the heated air, earning you a guttural groan from neteyam.

which just gives you more motivation to hear more of those heavenly sounds. you tighten your grip around his length, adding your other hand to fist his cock. another melodic sounds escapes his swollen lips, as he watches your hands grip him.

the large blue hand on jaw trails up the side of your face into your hair, carding through the soft wefts and slightly tugging on the roots.

his head falls back when your thumb swirls over his slit, and his hips unintentionally move upwards causing you almost fall backward.

seeing you with your slightly steamed up mask, and an evil grin plastered on your face makes him even more turned on (if that was possible).

neteyam tugs you by your hair up to his face, “no more of that. c’mere.” his voice puffs against your lips as he pats his muscular thighs. which you comply to quickly by scrambling onto him, essentially like climbing a tree.

his hands find their way home to your ass, digging his fingertips into the flesh as he holds you up. you let out a little squeal when your feet leave the ground, and your arms wrap around his neck.

the man chuckles deeply in his chest, and his sight flickers over your face to admire you for a moment. “beautiful.” he breathes out, and leans forward to press his nose into the center of your neck.

neteyam breathes in your scent, letting his tongue swipe up the center to gather it in his mouth. you can feel your body trembling from the longing of wanting to feel him inside of you.

every little movement, or touch he gives you makes you feel as if you’re a ticking time bomb ready to explode. as he kisses at your neck, he keeps you distracted while one of his hands rubs up and down the back of your thigh.

even in the humid night of the forest, goosebumps rise on your skin from the soft touches. with his free hand, he positions his cock under you slowly letting some slack go from holding you up.

his tip prods at your entrance slightly, making your entire body jolt upwards from the surprise of the feeling. “sorry, i-..”

“shhh. let me take care of you.” he hushes against your skin, his breath feels cold from the wetness he left behind. he rests his forehead on the center of your chest between your collarbones, his eyes training on the spot between your legs where your bodies begin to meet.

the stretching feeling of his cock pushing inside of you is almost unbearable, and you instinctively dig your nails into the muscles of his shoulders.

the feeling of your tightness around him is almost painful for him too, you’re just so small.

a pained whimper tumbles past your lips as you dig your head into the side of his neck, panting against his blue skin. the grip on your ass tightens as he stops your body from lowering more.

you can’t help but glance down between your bodies past his head to see you’ve taken about half of him inside of you.

“doing so good, little one. you want more?” his eyes look up at you, his pupils blown wide.

“yes.” you hiss out, honestly not even knowing why you agreed to that when you’re still adjusting to the length of half of him.

neteyam greedily let’s you sink farther onto his cock, relishing in the feeling of your fluttering walls sucking him in farther.

your head falls back as you cry out, feeling slight tears spring into your waterline from him splitting you open.

“lemme hear you.” he groans out against your warm skin, his rough tongue licks at your skin and sucks red marks into your jawline.

“o-ooh ffff-fuck.” you stutter out, eyes rolling back in your head as you take it all in. your ass sits flush against his thighs, your own legs wrapped around his hips.

it takes every amount of neteyam’s inner strength to not fuck up into you like you’re his own personal toy; to completely destroy you from his unrelenting pace.

but his heart tugs at even the slightest thought of hurting your tiny body. knowing his larger size has the power to do so.

he lets you adjust to his length and girth, his own muscles quivering from the feeling of your wetness contracting around him. sweat starts to form at his temples, his eyes blown dark with lust.

you experimentally shift your hips to test the waters, pain strikes up your spine but it’s not as bad as it was before.

neteyam’s unintentionally jolts his hips upward into you, making your eyes blow wide and your arms scramble to wrap back around his neck. “sorry, sorry..” he rushes to apologize.

you know that you sitting on his cock is slowly eating away at his brain, so you finally take a deep breath. “you can move…”

neteyam let’s out air he didn’t know he was holding, relieved that he can finally fuck you like he’s been aching to do.

both of his feet plant into the ground as he wiggles his hips upward into you. he pulls his hips back before snapping them up so his cock pushes back into you, “fuck!” you cry out, gasping as he continues the same movement.

neteyam works up to a steady pace, groaning as your body bounces on his lap from his sharp thrusts.

the pain finally starts to subside, and turns into pure ecstasy. “just like that, neteyam.” you push away from his chest, resting your hands on his chest as his hands grip your hips like a vice. there’s definitely going to be bruises there tomorrow.

your body is pushed past it’s limit as his cock drills into your small body. the sound of slapping skin filling the environment around you, alongside your pornagraphic sounds leaving your mouth.

neteyam watches how your hair flies with every thrust of his hips, how your skin slightly jiggles from the force, how your breasts bounce deliciously in front of his face. he is in awe; he couldn’t find any na’vi that is this soft and pliable.

in a swift turn of events, neteyam flips himself over and lays you down on the plush ground. you whine from the emptiness of him leaving you, which is cut off by a gasp as he quickly pushes back inside of your warmth.

his pace quickly finds its rhythm again, as one of his hands pushes on the back of your thigh so your knee meets your collarbone.

the new position makes you feel even fuller than before, and this give neteyam full range to bottom out inside of you. out of pure blinded pleasure, your hands reach out to grip his sides- digging your nails into his flesh as your body jolts whenever his hips meet yours.

“m’gonna come.” he groans out deeply, his voice raspy and yet so smooth. neteyam feels embarrassed from being so close already, but he hasn’t felt anything this good in months, maybe a year. he’s been stuck with his own fist, and ultimately gave up on it a few weeks ago.

his frustration was at its peak, and ready to release.

“come for me, ‘teyam. inside.” you manage to blurt out in your cock-drunken haziness.

that was it for him. he continues pushing his cock info you as his body shudders and he moans. it’s like music to your ears.

your eyes flutter open to watch his beautiful face screw up in pleasure, the pleasure that you’ve given him. but your eyes widen when you realize, his freckles are pulsing subtly as he finishes inside of you.

oh my god, he is magnificent.

that sends you over the edge, and you tighten around him like a vice which makes him hiss. you cry out as your back arches off the ground, and your hands grasp at any muscle in his back you could find.

neteyam takes the opportunity to slither an arm under your back as he lazily fucks up into you. your hips twitch wildly, and your thighs tremble as you wrap them around his hips.

your heart pounds out of your chest as you attempt to catch your breath, the ringing in your ears subsides and all you hear is your loud breathing inside of your mask.

“you are amazing, oeyä yawntutsyìp.” he breathily speaks his native language to you, which makes you grin.

“your darling, hm?” you puff out with a tired smile on your face.

“wish i could kiss you right now.” he hums, and experimentally wiggles his hips which makes you squeal. “don’t do that!” you cackle.

neteyam chuckles, and slowly pulls out of you and leans to rest beside you on his side. he watches your face screw up in pain and he frowns.

“was i too rough with you?” he genuinely asks and his hand moves to rest on your belly. you instantly shake your head no.

“no, it was perfect. amazing, even. i’m just sore- i haven’t… ya know, had sex in a while.” you admit with a flush to your cheeks.

“i’m embarrassed to admit that was the same for me.” neteyam shyly chuckles, before something flashes in his eyes.

he leans down and presses a soft kiss to the middle of your chest, “i must thank you. i’m glad you fell over that tree.” he playfully adds.

“i am too.” you agree as one of your hands come up to card through his braids.

“should i get you back to the village? they must be worried about you, it is dark.” his bright yellow eyes glance around the forest.

you finally realize that it really is pitch black, other than the bioluminescent foliage, and both of you are naked and exposed to the environment.

“i should, yeah. but i don’t want you to leave.” you mumble sheepishly, which makes the man grin arrogantly.

“maybe i’ll stick around for a while, yeah? see my family, my clan… and spend some more time with you.” his hand rubs patterns into your belly as it erupts with butterflies.

“that sounds like an amazing plan.” your face cannot contain the bright smile on your face.

“now, let’s get you dressed and i’ll call my ikran to take us home.” his hand pats the side of your thigh and stands up tall to find his loincloth.

man, what are the boys back at the lab going to say about you arriving back with the one and only neteyam sully?

#neteyam #neteyam sully #avatar twow #neteyam x reader #avatar #neteyam sully x reader #neteyam x y/n #neteyam sully x y/n #avatar the way of water #avatar 2 #jake sully #atwow #neteyam x human!reader #neteyam headcanons #neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan #avatar neteyam #neteyam fluff #neteyam smut

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zippidi-dooda · 4 months

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Deuce could feel his face burning as you leaned closer.

His heart was beating so loudly, he was sure you could hear it. Sweat slicked his palms beneath the pristine leather gloves he always wore and the stripped tie around his neck seemed to grow tighter and tighter with each passing second.

He really wanted to tear off his layers of clothes right then and there, just to make the burning heat more bearable.

But with you right in front of him, inches away from grazing the tip of your nose against his, he couldn't bring himself to even try. Thinking about it any further would have made him burst into flames.

He swallowed thickly, cyan eyes nervously scanning over you, desperately trying to keep his gaze off your slightly parted lips and hooded eyes. If he looked there then, great seven, he wouldn't even know what'd he do. Spontaneously combust?

That wouldn't be good for either of you.

So, he focused elsewhere, first on your eyebrows. Those weren't captivating at all, right? Yeah, just keep looking there Deuce. Focus on the arch of your brow, trace the outline of it and oh wow, not a hair was out of place, you had the perfect brow, was that natural or did you work diligently to maintain it's perfection? Regardless, he'd really have to let you know about that, maybe you'd blush and thank him for the compliment and ... boy, wouldn't that be nice ....

No, no, no! Bad Deuce! Focus on something else!

Uhm, like ... like your hairline! There's nothing attractive about that, right? Yeah, focus on that and you'll escape this encounter just fine. You didn't seem to be sweating like he was, so you weren't nervous too then? Was that a good thing or a bad thing? Oh God, what if you were trying to distract yourself like he was and could see the beads of sweat ready to drip from his blue locks, how embarrassing would that be? Your locks, on the other hand, seemed so shiny and well maintained, he could almost imagine how soft it'd feel between his fingers. If he leaned any closer he might be able to smell the shampoo you used. And if he did, what would he do if coincidentally you used the same exact brand and scent that he did? He might never change his hair product again. And what if-

"... euce?"

Oh God, you were saying something. You didn't ask him a question did you? Please say you didn't. How on earth was he supposed to answer you now?

"H-huh?" He breathed, forcing himself to meet your eyes again.

You brought your hand to his cheek, slowly brushing your thumb against his skin.

Queen of Hearts have mercy on his soul. He was going to dissolve if you contonued to hold him so tenderly any longer.

"You sure you're okay?" You asked. "You're burning up?"

Yeah and why do you think that is!

No, calm down, Deuce. She doesn't know the affect she has on you, you'll just have to come up with an excuse.

"I-It's cold o-out."

Really? Your hot and your best excuse is "it's cold out?"

And you're stuttering like a sissy! C'mon Deuce, where's that delinquent spirt from long ago? I know we said we were done with that, but some situations call for a serious attitude. Didn't you try to teach him that too?

"Then ... maybe you have a fever? Should we ... go inside?"

Hurry up!

He quickly grasped your hands, grip firm, and shook his head. "N-no. I'm f-fine. Uhm, Y/N? Y-you called me out here t-to tell me something?"

His heart did summersaults in his chest as he saw you look down, tongue darting out to wet your lips.

Your grip tightened on his hands and he was both greatful and annoyed by the barrier his gloves placed between your skin.

"Yeah, I ...."

You paused before meeting his gaze.

He held his breath.

"Deuce ...?"

"Yes ...?"

"Deuce I ... I ...."

You gaped at him for a while, face doused in a red flourish, trying to get your words out. Deuce's heartbeat was getting unbelievably louder the longer he had to anticipate what you wanted to say.

Then, he felt as if his very heart had stopped.

He felt your lips against his in an instant and everything around you two went out of focus.

Was this really happening, or was he dreaming? Did you of all people really just kiss him? Were you still kissing him? So, you liked him too? For how long? Why didn't you do this sooner? Were your lips always this soft? Shouldn't he be taking your breath away, not the other way around? This feels amazing, please don't stop. Geez, he was really burning up now. He hasn't done this before, is it obvious? Was he doing a good job? Wait, he is kissing you back right? Please don't say he was messing this up, he really needed this moment to be magical for the both of you. You're pulling away? No, not yet, come back!

"Y/N ...." He managed to let out.

"Deuce, I-I like you. I want to ... be able to do that again more often. Much more often. W-would you ... like that ... too?"

The dopey grin on his lips couldn't be wiped off no matter how hard he tried as he nodded in a daze.

Hands still shakey with excitement, the boy cupped your cheeks, pulled your close, and captured your lips in longing kiss.

Of course, he'd like that. You never even had to ask.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst deuce #deuce spade #x reader #deuce spade x reader

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weirdmarioenemies · 10 months

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Name: Yellow Shy Guy

Debut: Certainly not Mario Kart Tour! (It was Super Mario World 2: Yoshi’s Island)

Yeah yeah yeah this is a very Regular Mario Enemy. Yes, you are on the right blog! But this is a Regular Mario Enemy, in a Weird Mario Situation... yeah, it’s another post about the specifics of character alt colors in Mario Kart Tour. I hope you like those!

Shy Guys come in all sorts of colors! They always have! Red may be default, but yellow can always be counted on to make an appearance if other colors are present. It makes sense, since Yellow is one of the main characters of Colors. Do you consider the primary colors to be red/blue/yellow or magenta/cyan/yellow? Doesn’t matter! Yellow is there! Please do not bring up RGB. But if you do, I will simply retort that the powers of red and green light must combine to give rise to the mighty Yellow!

Yellow Shy Guy is also very often playable! In older, more limited games, the default red may be the only one playable, but these days you can confidently expect Yellow Shy Guy to be an option. If you were lucky in Mario Kart DS download play, you might be assigned Yellow Shy Guy by random chance! Yellow Shy Guy finally became selectable in Mario Kart 8′s DLC, which to me is more appealing than any of the added characters. While my favorite color is light blue, I am a big fan of Yellow Shy Guy, and find his green shoes more fashionable than Light-Blue Shy Guy’s red ones!

But then, along came Mario Kart Tour. Red Shy Guy was the first one present, no problem with that! We all knew the rest would come soon enough. But they came in a weird order! Black, pink, green, light blue, blue, white, orange... At the time of Orange Shy Guy’s release, it had been nearly three and a half years since the game launched. And yet, still no sign of that classic yellow fellow? I’m normally mellow, but that makes me want to bellow! Even a gold Shy Guy was added... gold. The coward’s yellow!

On the wiki’s list of Shy Guy colors, Yellow is among the only ones not using a render from Tour, instead being shown using one from Dr. Mario World, in a different pose. Yellow looks like an impostor among all these others! I’m here if he ever needs to vent.

According to Mario Super Sluggers, Yellow Shy Guy loves to steal. Hey! Stealing is bad! Is that why you’re not allowed in Tour, Yellow Shy Guy? Green Shy Guy loves to hit and run, but that’s okay. Mario Kart is all about vehicular violence. They love that kind of attitude!

This all being said, Yellow Shy Guy is technically playable in Tour, though as a variant in the form of Yellow Shy Guy (Explorer). This is an act of community service, as Yellow Shy Guy is graciously role-playing as an old-timey prospector as seen in the new version of Sunset Wilds, replacing the racist usage of Shy Guys from the GBA version of the track. Thank you, Yellow Shy Guy! But still, he should not have to hide himself behind a costume to get a place in the roster. Or I guess a second costume, in this case. When will being a humble Yellow Shy Guy be seen as enough...?

Poor Yellow Shy Guy. But oh? What is that, under the read more of this post? Wow! I can’t believe it! What a thing to behold! You should click Read More, so you can see it!

Donkey Kong is finally getting a costumed variant, and about time too! Congratulations to him! Sorry to Yellow Shy Guy though. Yellow Shy Guy is not Donkey Kong, you see. Unless he IS Donkey Kong under his robes and mask, and gorillas can be compressed into much smaller states than I was aware of.

...Huh? What’s that, live studio audience of children? There’s something I’m missing? There’s something else of note in this tour? Oh! Thank you for letting me know! Let’s see...

HOORAY!!!!!

Yellow Shy Guy loves to steal, it’s true. And he is especially great at stealing the show! I am so proud of Yellow Shy Guy for finally making it into Mario Kart Tour! #YellowShyGuySweep! It makes me want to play as Yellow Shy Guy in Mario Kart 8, which is a much better game where you can access Yellow Shy Guy quickly and easily.

To celebrate our friend’s victory, if you have Mario Kart 8 Deluxe, you could play the custom Yellow Mode I made up! Here are the rules:

1. All humans must play as Yellow Shy Guy, and use only the yellowest of kart parts!

2. Only yellow items may be used! This means Coin, Banana, Triple Banana, Golden Mushroom, Star, and Lightning!

3. Only yellow courses are allowed! There are not that many yellow courses, so you can use your imagination here. For example, Toad Circuit features a big Yellow Toad balloon, and untextured Yellow sand! Wario’s Gold Mine is about mining some Yellow Minerals! Ice Ice Outpost features a whole yellow track, but don’t even think about driving on the green one!

And speaking of yellow tracks... I hope everyone’s looking forward to the Simpson Tour, featuring the new Springfield Streetrace track! Mario Kart Tour? More like Mario BART Tour! Aye carumba!

#yellow shy guy #mario kart tour #mario #mario enemies #mod chikako

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lizaluvsthis · 3 months

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The Girl in Fatal Lavanders

Fanfic Written and Illustrated by @lizaluvsthis

Idea of creation by @itsajjanea

First (Prologue)

Author's note: I'd like to thank @itsajjanea for drawing three that describes out the song Heathers by Conan Gray (I loved that song before and still do) the song gave so many feels <3

For now- onto the fanfic!

Summary: SMG4 has found someone new, much to Three's dismay. He couldn't help it but feel like something is wrong with his new "Girlfriend" and that there is something more going on with her than just being all 'kind' and 'polite' to people, especially with SMG4.

will SMG4 still end up being inlove with the Lavender Girl? or does he end up with Three's open heart

Tags: Enemies to Friends, Sun and Moon, angst, betrayal, catching feelings, comfort, hurt/comfort, drama, enemies to lovers, enemy, fluff, oblivious, slowburn, fruityass, gayness

Relationships:

SMG4/SMG3

Mario & Meggy Spletzer

Meggy & SMG3

SMG4 & Original Character

PuzzleVision(TvAdware) & Original Character

SMG3 & Mario

SMG4 & Mario

Beginning Chapter - 1 New Person, 1 New Goal

An announcement breaks out from the castle of SMG4's as he calls everyone. "The hell did you bring us here for?" Bob angrily asked, ruining his dating plans with another chick.

"Whatever it is, I don't care." Three calmly said sitting peacefully on the couch waiting for SMG4 to say something. "Prepare yourself to be blinded by this but..."

"But first- promise you guys won't laugh..." SMG4 held back in reassurance from his crew's support. Boopkins being the bright one of the team, spoke.

"Awe don't worry SMG4! We won't laugh or judge you!" SMG4 gave Boopkins a weak smile and proceeded, taking a deep breath.

"I know it has been a few weeks now since I've gone out for a few or most days, I never bothered to check the castle much because I went away. Now that I'm back again... I wanted to surprise you all with something..."

"Ohhhhh is it spaghetti-os?" Mario cheered in excitement, but with a disapproving look on four's expression, he wasn't talking about that. "No, but it's something else... I uh- I've met someone new"

Four gave a nervous chuckle at the end. The whole crew felt silent as they all began to laugh. SMG4 felt embarrassed and humiliated himself, grunting and blushing down. Mario spoke up.

"Are you sure you're not high or anything S-M-G-4 ? Or haven't you gotten enough B-tches from the past few years you've attempted dating a girl? Oh no wait- you don't have any!" This caused the whole crew to laugh even more, except for Boopkins and Meggy.

"C'mon, guys! At Least Four is trying his best here- say- SMG4, we haven't met this person yet- what's their name?" SMG4 looked at Meggy bringing his smile up again.

"This is a surprise everyone- but... here she is!" A door opens from the entrance, with a first footstep from the opening. Is seen with purple scandals following on with a pair of white socks exceeding up to the leg reach.

Slow opening, the person dressed in dark magenta overalls. With the length of the pants put a match near the sock's leg reach. With cute navy blue buttons, and lilac color of cloth from their shirt.

Up to the face with a smile, oddly enough with a non-patterned color of red as the hat's signature. Almost near to Mario's similar color but gave off soft and dark.

The symbol from the top spots out a "#" Then the hair gave out a brunette color, and the excess ends to the shoulder length gave out curls.

Oddly enough, Lavender colored eyes are rare to have. And a mole near the corner of the left cheek.

She gently closed the door, seeing from her second hand, it was a phone with the color of cyan. "Hello there everyone! Wow! I'm super excited to meet you all!" Everyone went silent.

"Guys, meet my new girlfriend..." SMG4 let out his hand extending to the brunette. She gladly accepted the handhold, getting pulled slowly by SMG4s. She looked at everyone who still smiled, side-hugging SMG4 with his hand touching her back.

"Haha- very funny SMG4-" SMG3 crossed both of his arms, there is no way SMG4 could pull out someone with the likes of HER... (plus- she looks kinda mid...) SMG3 thought to himself squinting his eyes at Four's new 'Girlfriend's' face.

"Are you brain damaged?" Three pulled out his sarcasm to see how his 'girlfriend' would react to that and how she'd deal with it. Unfortunately for three, however, She was pretty aggressive for action so he brought back what he said.

"Aren't you emotionally unstable?" The crew went on with the hums of "oohs" as Four quieted them down pushing three out of the way. "Hey- slow down- we don't want to settle up fights here, right "Three"?"

SMG4 tilts his head, side-eyeing at Three. He just wished that the man wouldn't do anything stupid. "Right." Angered by the purple and black.

"Anyways- six, you have the microphone" SMG4 lets go of her to make the brunette feel welcomed and comfortable. "Hello everyone! My name is T-A-G-6, I'm just a lovely and polite girl who loves to play video games and helps out with editing videos! I do find memes funny too besides with this cutie"

Six looked at Four with a smirk and winked at him, four giggled like a blushing boy from high school. This made Three's brows change out with a more angered expression giving her the looks.

"My name stands for 'Totally-Average-Girl' then there's six! You can call me Tag or Six if you prefer it that-" SMG3 decides to break in again, approaching her confidently smiling.

For three who wanted to show her who's boss at being close with SMG4.

"how about bombers? You sound like a horse and you play like a hooker tiny wrink-"

TAG6 took a step back summoning a big solid grey hammer, whaming Three's chin then up to the roof where he gets thrown out to the space leaving him screaming.

"So- any questions?" Her left eye twitched from Three's sudden call from her. (Why he... better get a taste of his own medicine! ) Six pouted her mouth just putting a thought about Three's immediate reaction.

"Ooh! Ooh! How did you two meet?" Tari asked intrigued with TAG6's special skill and appearance. "Funny to answer that but- we met online" SMG4 walked in looking back at Tag's lavender eyes.

Four and Tag explained to the crew how they met while on a public server from multimedia works. Four noticed Tag has the same interest as him, and a few more days of him taking her on dates.

The two finally made it official. "Wait wait! Did you both kiss?" Saiko looked at the two with an amused look when Four and Tag struck eye contact and then back to her. "Umm- no we- haven't yet... we're taking this whole thing- slow..."

TAG6 made a sheepish grin and with Four scratching his back, "We uh- we're not there yet..." SMG4 looked down sadly but forced a smile just for TAG6 to not worry her.

"But- that's okay! We can- do that if... we're both ready..." simply patting Four's back gaining comfort from her.

The crew showered her with questions and conversations, as Meggy left in hopes of finding where SMG3 had gone right after TAG6 blew him off the roof.

"SMG3? Are you here?" She said following three foot tracks from the mud. "SMG3!" Meggy shouted his name to be left with faint sobs near the bush.

Meggy quietly sneaks in, to see SMG3 crying silently hugging both of his knees. "What am I gonna do now? Four has a girlfriend and he didn't even tell me... I don't even know WHY this bothers me so much-"

Meggy felt bad at Three, he didn't deserve any of this. She began to back away but snapped a twig from under, getting Three's attention as he looked at the sound.

"Squid. What are you doing here...? Came to make fun of me?" SMG3 wiped out his tears after seeing Meggy, getting up properly from the ground.

"I didn't mean to barge in like that, I saw you crying and... well- sorry..." Meggy held her left elbow in a single shell of comfort.

Three sighed, but seeing him not pushing or telling the orange squid to go away. She continued. "He means so much to you if that's what I would've guessed"

Meggy stood next to him, looking down at the ground. "Ever since before and after three, I know. I saw how you acted... you know, you can't keep your feelings in there for too long"

“I can’t say that I’d let it all out only idiots do that.”

Meggy turns around. “It’s your choice, only you decide what you pick. Please remember SMG3… it’s not healthy to cover up wounds without someone doing so.”

“But at all costs, you’ll be okay three” Meggy placed her hand to his shoulder. “I can’t promise that sh-t.” SMG3 shrugs off Meggy’s hand leaving her out of the way.

—-

In the castle, SMG4 enjoys getting compliments on how he just got a girlfriend along with them congratulating him. For Mario however, he doesn’t see anything changing from the man.

“Boy, you sure know how to charm a woman SMG4” Mario gave out a laugh to which SMG4 gave along. “Guess I bring out my luck to 'em” he finger guns at TAG6 with a wink.

TAG6 played along to her role, acting in love, acting happy, acting fine, acting okay. Everything was fake behind the mask, she felt anger, disgust, hatred, and pity with his crew and SMG4 to himself.

(How cheesy could this guy get along with his members? It’s so boring…) The goop who controls its own human body, rolled its eyes for who knows how many?

But no matter… I still have the Meme Guardian in our grasp, there is no way of escape for the man and the plan itself…

TAG6 made a sly face behind his shoulder. This plan is just getting started…

“Hey! U-uh- Meggy Spletzer… was it?” She caught the orange squid’s attention by surprise. “Yep, that's my name! You know me from somewhere?” Tag gets too excited and squirms, hugging Meggy tightly in results crushing her ribs.

“OH MY GOD OH MY GOD- OH MY GOD!!! I’M SUCH A BIG FAN! I SAW YOU ON TV, YOU WON ON SPLATOON FEST!” Tag shook her from side to side, nuzzling under her neck. “Sorry- heh…Again- I’m such a big fan!” Disgusting.

Meggy swoons her head from left to right, trying to recover her strength after Tag lets her go. “How long have you been a fan? Now that's a shock, but- well- it’s an honor to be known as your splat star!”

(Everything is going smoothly as it is… remember the plan… get close to his friends and never let them know about his disappearance.)

With a quick glance on the brunette’s, it is now Mario’s turn again to speak with his closest friend. “Don't you feel a bit happier now that you got a girlfriend SMG4?” Mario asked, in such a simple question.

This made SMG4 rethink about his whole life, yeah he is happy that he got a girlfriend. But why does he feel like something else is missing? Why did it feel so wrong? Where does he even get this? It couldn’t possibly be SMG3.

The SMG3 he knew wouldn’t be having these kinds of feelings to him… right…? He's never been the intimate guy that he knew who would be pulling these stuffs... or would he...? Nah- three doesn't have these stuff its just SMG4 being an overthinker...

But really tho... he doesnt have these feelings to him right...?

…

Right…?

“Pshh- You’re talking nonsense Mario- TAG6 is a perfect girl and a perfect person to me! Why would I be less happy about this?” SMG4 re-arranged his hat and pulled his collar.

It felt that something inside of him cracked, from this hurting and deep tingling he’s touched. He couldn’t get a hint.

Mario points up his hand, speaking of his joy rate. The more the red italian spent the time with SMG4, the more he knew every move and every breath of his best friend.

There is a high difference on how he acts around them, yet this one is giving him a vibe that- he couldn’t understand.

Something is telling him that this person does NOT have a soul… nor this person is even living...

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Next Chapter - One is off, theres two but one

[PENDING...]

#lizaluv #smg34 #smg4 #smg3 #smg4 smg3 #tgifl #my fic

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dozing-marshmallow · 5 months

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Hello! I was reading your Nibling reader and chris stuff.

Thought maybe I could request one(if that's okay-)

How about one with Nibling on total drama world tour that's terrified/disturbed by Sierra? (like I am now-shes creepy) like, they will go to the other side of the plan just to get away from her. Even if it means avoiding people they like(even Chris at one point) but then it gets to the point that Reader legit begs Chris to kick her off.

Kinda dark, but now whenever I see how Sierra treats Cody, it upsets me-)

Hope you have a wonderful day/night!^^

I hope you’ve been having wonderful days yourself! I’m so sorry I took a long time with this one my dear, I really hope you enjoy it and that it was worth the wait😵❤️!!

CHRIS MCLEAN’S NIBLING! READER HEADCANONS (PART 8)

Chris didn’t think through Sierra’s position on the show.

“Hm, Gwen... There’s something I wanted to tell you since I first saw you.” you swift your curious words up to the goth girl.

“Oh? What’s that, (Y/N)?” what did you want to say to her that you couldn’t before?

“Your hair... It looks like Coraline’s, doesn’t it?” the cyan black brushes upon her shoulders,“The colour, the length...”

Her facial features shake in surprise,“No way! You know that film?”

Who doesn’t!?,“Of course I do!”

“Who was your favourite character?” she asked electrified.

“The actors, Miss Spink and Miss Forcible!” you declare,“That scene where they were doing acrobatics had to be one of my favourite moments in the film!” you didn’t need to watch said scene physically for your mind to fly in amazement.

Gwen agreed, smiling with you,“I second that! But Other Father’s song has to take the ultimate cake for me.”

“Fair!” now time for the real question,“Do you think Coraline ever escaped?”

Gwen gives a tiny squeal, the happiest you’ve seen her with you,“I have been waiting to talk about this with someone!” She’s excited to discuss it. So were you.

Until Sierra walks in.

“Gwen, is it fine if we talk down there?” like excitement, your voice lowered, with your hand tugging her sleeve.

“How come?”

“Be...Behind.”

Gwen only had taken half a glance to inhale through her teeth and comply. By nature, shifting down to the other end of the economy class guaranteed no invisibility as Sierra sprinted to you,“OMG! It’s cousin and bridesmaid! Everyone on my blog has been dying to get some more nibling and contestant interactions! And I get to witness it in person, face to face...!” her voice sharpened down to a whisper at the last part, before steaming back up,“What are we talking about??”

“Erm...we weren’t talking about anything.” you couldn’t hold strict concentration on her, you might turn into stone,“I remember Chris said he needed to talk to me about something. Maybe next time.” you whisper to Gwen,“Sorry. We can talk about it later.”

Gwen nods as you hurry to the front of the plane, leaving her with Sierra.

“Uh...” she wasn’t a fan of her company either,“I should probably go check up on Leshawna.”

“Leshawna?” Sierra’s shriek did nothing to stop the goth from walking out,“Wasn’t she eliminated?”

Fast forward to another conversation she ruined.

“Uncle, do you remember the first time you flew on a plane?” you asked him in the middle of the first class section.

“Oh ho ho...” he had himself sat down in one of the golden seats. You know it’s gonna be good,“How could I forget? It was chaos! For a start, your nana lost her purse during security check so we spent an hour helping her find it. We thought we were gonna miss our plane, until they announced it would be delayed for three boring hours. When we did get on, we were seven hours in the air before turning back, because the plane we boarded had a faulty air pressure and there was a hurricane.”

...Wow. You could count on his stories for being wild, but a hurricane on top of a faulty pressure? That sounds like too much stress for one childhood,“That sounds so scary!”

He laughed,“Sure was! Your mom was crying for hours. She thought we were gonna like die.”

Of course!,“Eh? Didn’t you?” If you had been there, you would have responded the same!

“I diiid, but death comes for us all eventually. I’ve had near-death experiences growing up, so the whole thing just felt like missing the school bus. What can I do? I’m walking proof that God has favourites!” your uncle was awesome, but he can be quite a stretch. Still, you get what he’s thinking.

“...Do you think we’ll get any hurricanes?” your naive conscience was now screaming with dystopias of the plane crashing.

“Maybe. If we do, it’ll be one heck of an episode!” if you didn’t know better, you would have thought he wanted it to happen.

From the corner of your eye, you see Sierra finishing with forcing affection around Cody’s cheeks. She was now by herself.

Don’t come here...

Chris noticed first that you were stepping away.

“Something wrong, (Y/N)? Is there a hurricane coming?” it was meant to be a joke, but somehow was applicable.

“Chris... Please.” you gestured him to move with you, to which he responded in facial confusion. Why. Why didn’t he see you wanted to get away from her? Why was he still sitting there?

If keeping distance from your uncle meant you could avoid awful Sierra, so be it!

Speak of the striking devil...

“Aww! Aren’t I soooo lucky to witness my very favourite family bond!” she gushes, hurling her camera out from nowhere,“Can I take a photo of this for the fans?”

“Erm sure...” though you weren’t exactly spending time with Chris anymore.

“Smiiiile!” you don’t. She puts her camera down and gives you a saddening look,“Why so down, cousin? Is it because you don’t have any siblings or other cousins to play with? Oh, cousin! Don’t worry, don’t worry! My mom’ll be sure to give you some!”

“Huh?” what did her mother have to do with it?

Chris knew, by immediately remembering the last time Sierra opened her mouth around you,“That’s enough, Sierra.”

“But it’s true, Chris! You know you wanna marry my mom! We’ll all be one happy family! We’ll never cut ties!” delusion drives her voice as she rubbed her thumb on your palm, staring right into your eyes,“Did he ever tell you how babies are made?”

Okay.

That was a question you frequently thought about.

But with Sierra looking at you with that devious grin...

You lost it.

You took your hand back,“Leave me alone! I don’t want to know! I don’t want you to tell me!” you start crying. Why couldn’t she leave anyone alone?!,“I don’t like you! I don’t like you! I don’t like you!”

For someone who wanted kids, she was terrible with them!,“Now you’ve done it, Sierra...” Chris groaned at the girl whose rare panic tore her face, his arm shielding you,“Couldn’t keep that mouth zipped for a minute, huh?”

You’re brought into Chris’ quarters where he silently grasped you in his arms. You felt like a burden to your uncle, but you knew he would tell you that if it were true.

“Chriiis, I don’t like Sierra...” you sniffle, mouth sandpaper dry,“She keeps thinking we’re cousins and she keeps getting close to me! She never listens to me! Can you kick her off? Please, uncle?”

“I know, (Y/N).” he spoke, unmoved,“But I can only influence how the game plays. I can’t directly do anything, especially when Sierra is a huge attraction for ratings. It’s Team Amazon that makes the call to let her go.”

So... All you need to do is convince the rest of her team to vote for her? That should be a piece of cake, the superfan was unpopular with everyone. You wouldn’t be surprised if they already were voting for her.

“I’ll promise you that the next time we have Team Amazon voting and majority of their votes are for Sierra, I won’t decide to make it a reward challenge last minute.”

“Are you sure, uncle?” he was infamous for breaking his word,“Your fingers aren’t crossed, are they?”

He takes his hands up above you. Not a finger crossed,“Promise.”

You felt a little relieved that Sierra’s fate was partially determined,“Mm... What should I do then?”

“Just wait a little longer... She’ll be gone soon.” his words were a succour, but the sound of his voice makes you think

Will it really be soon...?

#tdi #total drama #chris mclean #tdi x reader #td chris #request #chris mclean x reader #total drama island chris #total drama chris mclean #td chris mclean x reader #uncle chris mclean #chris nibling reader #nibling #nibling reader

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analexthatexists · 20 days

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IT'S-A SPOOKY MONTH SPECULATION TIME GUYS!!!

Okay, so after Episode 6, I was like "Wow, they sure want us to remember what happens in past episodes, this one was full of callbacks and other things", and uh...

I'm really hoping this is just a silly reference to some oher media, because if it isn't, then OHHHH BOY THESE KIDS ARE IN TROUBLE.

HEADS UP FOR MASSIVE SPOILERS FOR, WELL, PRETTY MUCH THE ENTIRE SERIES SO FAR (EPISODES 1-6)

Also, I'm noticing that ever since like, Episode 3, this spider and that mannequin have just been chilling in the attic. Interested to see their involvement in the next episode, which I assume is what's being built up to...

Side Note: In Episode 1, you can see the mannequin move to the right a bit, I suppose hinting to the spider? I also believe in Episode 3 after Bob knocks down the mannequin, the spider's the one that puts it back up.

Might I also mention that most side-appearing characters (Or in the previous case, items or even creatures/animals) usually end up coming back in later episodes or having some importance, good examples being Father Gregor and Ignacio. So, what about the Happy Fella dude?

Come to think of it...

What about people like Frank? I mean, he's got a similar role as Kevin (and now Radford) as a side character who has a simple, singular appearance, but it's clear from Kevin and other characters that people like him can always return with more importance than they usually seem to have. This ALSO applies to:

The "Hobomen" who already seem to be getting importance due to The Mayor asking them to destroy a building,

Rick. Just...Because he's Rick.

I mean, if Radford ended up joining Kevin on his wacky adventures, then who knows what Rick could end up getting into?

This poor child who keeps getting fricked over by literally everyone and everything around him,

Even this actor guy who APPARENTLY WAS IN EPISODE 1!? WHAT!? I DIDN'T REALIZE THAT UNTIL LOOKING BACK, WHAT THE-

You see? It's stuff like this that makes me feel like these characters can always return without you even realizing! And that's just SO COOL to me!

...Side note, I uh...accidentally found something. You see that painting? YEAH, UHH....

HUH!? HOW!? I- THEY- SR PELO WHAT THE HELL MAN

I GO LOOKING FOR ONE THING AND I END UP FINDING SOMETHING ELSE ENTIRELY. WOW, THEY PLANNED ALL OF THIS OUT DIDN'T THEY!?

...Right...Moving on...

I'm just now realizing this, but the eyes in that bucket aren't Dexter's (mistook them for his because they have the same pupils), it's the Happy Fella that uh...Y'know... Went splat.

Also, it seems like, if it's not a one-off joke or gag, that ghosts and undead monsters do in fact exist, and well, we've seen a certain demon friend of ours come back from the dead... (Multiple times)

Also, the Happy Fella had to be cooked TWICE, and even after THAT, its eyes still move, soooooo....

So who knows? Maybe one of our deceased friends will come back from the dead! Perhaps Dexter and/or his grandma? Who knows?

Finally, I want to point out Pump's eyes. After encountering The Eyes, Pump's pupils seem to change cyan ALMOST everytime he and Skid encounter a demonic entity, exceptions being Bob and the Happy Fella. Most of the time, his eyes change when around Moloch, and this might actually be exclusive to Moloch. I'm not exactly sure...

Both Father Gregor and Bob have these eyes as well! Bob gets them after seemingly returning from the dead when shot in the chest, and Gregor gets them after his encounter with The Eyes, similar to Pump. I suppose this is supposed to show their connections to The Eyes and other demonic entities? So...Why didn't Pump's eyes glow AT ALL when around Bob? Even when HIS eyes turned blue? Why does Moloch trigger Pump's eyes to change but other entities don't?

I don't know! I'm just pointing it out, really. I ran out of speculation juice a WHILE ago, and I just wanted to point out these little details. Sorry!

#spooky month #sr pelo spooky month #spooky month 5 #spooky month 6 #sm pump #sm skid #sm bob velseb #sm father gregor #sm dexter #sm moloch #sm frank

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five-rivers · 9 months

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Figment (More than Imagination)

AO3

(Be warned that this is an unfinished snippet.)

“You’re really him. The one from the festival.”

Izuku had been hearing similar statements all morning, since before he’d even gotten on the train, but it still made him blush! Was this what pro heroes had to deal with all the time? Wow! Izuku couldn’t imagine… Well, he could, but… The point was, he didn’t see any harm in turning and talking to the latest person to recognize him.

‘The one from the festival’ was a lot nicer than ‘bone breaking kid,’ after all!

(And both were better than ‘useless deku.’)

Now, it was a little different being approached on the street, in the rain, only a few blocks from UA, rather than just being acknowledged by fellow commuters, most of whom he saw every day, and coming out of an alleyway to do it was strange, but the guy didn’t look like a villain. Not that there was any particular villain look! That was to say, the person coming from the alley didn’t look threatening. He was thin, frail, even, and almost baseline human in appearance, with wavy brown hair, a nice shirt and a blazer, and a plain black umbrella. The only things that stood out about him were that he had two pupils and vividly cyan irises in each eye, and that his fingernails were painted that exact same color. Unless it wasn’t paint, and actually part of his quirk? Maybe a five-point or other specialized-contact quirk with a visual component? Not that Izuku should assume!

Oh! And he should really respond instead of just standing there, staring.

“Y-yep! That’s me! Th-the bone- bone breaking kid.” He smiled at the man, as brightly as he could.

“You look the same. I was worried you would be… different.”

“Ah, well, don’t worry! I didn’t get hurt that badly!” He was still alive, right? Even if Recovery Girl had said she wouldn’t heal him anymore… “I’m- I’m totally okay! But– Thank you for your support, mister!”

He bobbed a quick bow, then paused, unsure how to end this interaction. A stranger being concerned about him was… not quite a first, but… it usually ended pretty fast.

“I just… really want to shake your hand. Please.” The man held his right hand out, past the cover of his umbrella. “It would make me so happy…”

Izuku was immediately on guard. Maybe shaking hands upon first meeting someone new had been common in the past, but since the advent of quirks, it had become something reserved for the end of a meeting, one where people got to know each other fairly well, if that. Handshake events with celebrities required in-depth background checks and squeaky-clean records, and even then the celebrities usually wore gloves. Too many quirks were touch-based, too many quirks were destructive, or even just inconvenient, for the average person to feel okay with that kind of contact with strangers.

“I- I don’t know,” said Izuku, taking a step back. He didn’t want to be rude, and probably people asked heroes that all the time, but this was starting to get, uhm, uncomfortable. “I- I mean! I’ve still got all these bandages, so, it’s not very, um, good for me to be doing things with my hands!” He glanced at his own umbrella and cringed a little. “You know how it is. Injuries!”

The stranger’s expression - which Izuku was kind of having a hard time interpreting - didn’t change. He also didn’t put his hand down.

Against his better judgment, Izuku leaned forward. “Are you– Are you okay? Mister?”

The man crumpled suddenly. Izuku dropped his umbrella and rushed to his side, pulling out his phone. “I’m calling an ambulan–!”

The man’s hand shot out, grabbing Izuku’s wrist. His nails, sharper than they looked, dug into Izuku’s bandaged arm, deep enough to draw blood, and–

Several blocks away, well within the confines of UA, Yagi Toshinori’s eyes rolled up, into the back of his head, and he fell out of his seat, thoroughly derailing the staff meeting he’d been participating in.

“Pardon?” said Nezu. Answering the phone when perched on Aizawa’s shoulders was, perhaps, not entirely polite, but it was that or be underfoot while all of his very tall employees paced restlessly outside the nurse’s office. “One of our students was involved in what?”

This, of course, got the attention of absolutely everyone in the hallway. Excellent!

Not the student being involved in the incident, of course, but redirecting the staff’s attention to a problem that they could actually affect.

“Yes, yes, I will be there shortly,” he said. “Thank you for bringing this to our attention so promptly, Officer Tamakawa!” He hung up. “It appears as if one of our students was attacked by a villain on their commute and had an interesting reaction to the villain's quirk. Aizawa, Inui, I’ll need you to head to the hospital to confirm the student’s identity and to provide support.”

“Support?” asked Aizawa, both his eyebrows going up.

“The quirk in question has a psychological dimension, and there’s a worry that the student might lash out and injure themselves or others when they wake up.”

“Ugh,” said Aizawa. “Inui, you’ll have to drive. My eyes still aren’t back to normal.”

“Very good!” said Nezu, jumping down. “I will have the police send the relevant information directly to your phone!”

“Takashima Takuto,” said Tsukauchi, sliding into the chair across the table. "I have to say, I'm disappointed to see you again."

Takashima flexed his hands inside the special gloves the police force used to block his class of touch-based quirks and muttered unintelligibly.

"Do you remember the terms of your release?" asked Tsukauchi.

Takashima suddenly leaned forward, chest pressed flat against the heavy table between them. "You don't understand! I had to!"

"We'll get to that in a moment. Do you remember the terms of your release?"

"I-" Takashima leaned back. "I wasn't to use the active part of my quirk anymore."

"That's not entirely accurate. You're missing a few parts."

Takashima swallowed and began to bounce his leg up and down. "I was- I had to join the Fujitani Hospital psychiatric outpatient program, and I couldn't miss any appointments or medications."

"And?"

"And I had a- a work release where I could use my quirk… the active part of my quirk… if I had the… informed consent of the person, and approval of the hospital psychiatric board."

"Did you have either of those things when you used your quirk earlier today?"

"... No."

"So," said Tsukauchi, lacing his fingers together. "Explain to me what happened."

“I was– It was– It was self defense!”

Tsukauchi raised an eyebrow. “You’re claiming you were attacked?”

“Yes. Yes.”

“By a hero student?”

“... Yes.”

“Who you’ve never met before today?”

“It was– It was out of nowhere.”

“Alright. Where are your injuries, Mr. Takashima?”

“... What?”

“The boy you’re accusing of attacking you made it to the final eight in the UA Sports Festival. The arena had to be rebuilt after he and his last opponent were done with it. I find it difficult to believe that you were able to get away from him unscathed if he did attack you. Would you like to try again?”

“I- I- But if I- I had to, don’t you see? I’ve never seen anyone like him before!”

Tsukauchi sighed. “Can you explain that statement?”

“I saw him… Midoriya… I saw. With my quirk. On the TV. The sports festival. I saw him and I… didn’t believe it, at first. I’d never seen anything quite like that… The figments, they were hardly figments… The were… even more than Miss Inoue… almost real even without me… I had to.”

“Mr. Takashima, you recall that Miss Inoue almost died because of your reckless quirk use?”

“I was following the rules,” said Takashima. “I told her what my quirk did. I was a good psychiatrist. This will help him, too, Midoriya.”

“We have no idea what the long term effects on Mr. Midoriya will be,” said Tsukauchi. “As it stands, it sounds like you stalked him, ambushed him, and used your quirk on him without his consent.”

“I don’t… I had to. I had to make them real, once I saw them.”

“As it stands, it is recognized that you’re suffering from Compulsive Quirk Use Disorder, so, per your prior agreement with the prosecutor’s office, you’ll be remanded into a residential psychiatric program later today. Your lawyer’s been contacted, and should be able to give you more details.” Tsukauchi stood up.

“But,” said Takashima, weakly, “I had to.”

“No,” said Tsukauchi, “you didn’t.”

“A bit harsher than usual,” observed Akabane.

Tsukauchi scowled. “He’s almost killed half a dozen people with his quirk, and he always says the same thing, and his mother’s family always gets him out of facing real consequences. I’m tired of seeing him. Mental illness is not an excuse for mutilating people. This could have been prevented if the prosectors pushed for real intervention instead of that joke of a work release. There are medications he could be taking!” Tsukauchi angrily yanked a handful of paperwork out of the file folder on his desk and started filling it in.

“Still,” said Akabane.

“Midoriya is…” He let out a sharp sigh. “A friend of mine’s been mentoring the kid. I don’t really know him, but I know about him, and I don’t think my friend is going to take it well.”

“Ah,” said Akabane.

“It’s just– Do you know what happened to Miss Inoue? She was a patient of his, when he still had his license to practice. She had delusions of having worms crawling under her skin, eating her alive. She was lucky she didn’t have a detailed picture of what those worms looked like. They fell apart pretty fast. Mrs. Yamaguchi was another one of his victims; he convinced her to go off her antipsychotics so she could confront her hallucinations of her abusive husband. That stuck around a bit longer. Those are the worst two, but they’re not the reason he got put on probation. He started using his quirk on other people’s patients, and they reported him.”

“Nasty. But it sounds like he has a problem, too.”

“Yeah,” said Tsukauchi. “I just wish he’d gotten help for it faster.”

"Usually," said Dr. Aoki, as he led Aizawa and Hound Dog through the hospital, "the figments Mr. Takashima creates aren't so… lasting. Or detailed. Most of them lack significant internal organs or have other flaws that cause them to fall apart within a relatively brief period of time. Their creation also usually doesn't take such a toll on the host. I suspect the two things are related, but, well. You can see why we're so concerned."

"What kinds of figments are we talking about here?" asked Hound Dog.

"It's hard to say, precisely. Doctor - excuse me - Mr. Takashima worked with a broad spectrum of patients with an equally broad spectrum of disorders. If I had to guess, I would imagine some form of schizophrenia - that disorder can cause a wide range of detailed hallucinations - or Dissociative Identity Disorder - although that diagnosis has been controversial for years. Since the pre-quirk era at least." Aoki's hands fluttered. "We're far more concerned about physical ramifications, anyway, which is why we called you here. We have no idea how these figments might react to Mr. Midoriya or each other. We have them in separate rooms for now."

Aizawa sighed. "What are the figments of? What do they look like?"

"That," said Officer Tamakawa, who was escorting them, "is a whole extra problem." He stopped and opened a door, briefly. Aizawa and Hound Dog looked in. What was lying in the bed was unmistakable.

Tamakawa shut the door quickly.

"You see?" he asked.

“Was that a teenage All Might?” asked Hound Dog faintly.

#bnha #fic #my fic

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shiviwrites07 · 1 year

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You're cute when you're jealous

Gojo Satoru x Reader

Warnings : This is my first time writing fluff. Anyways I hope you enjoy.

This was not supposed to go this way. But Gojo Satoru wouldn’t say he minded it though.

After a tiresome mission of fighting of 1st grade curses at a nearby high school, Gojo agreed to treat the trio (after an earful of begging from Itadori and Kugisaki and a cute pout from you of course). But his choice of place, well Megumi isn’t delighted at all as he stands among a crowd of people dancing under neon lights, smoking at the bar and kissing in the bathroom. He wished you would’ve changed Gojo’s mind, however even you weren’t strong enough to say no to the puppy eyes of his. So there they were, underaged, in a bar, with no idea whatsoever of how things worked.

Gojo had pleaded to let him sneak a glance at your outfit, but you said that it was going to take a while for you to get ready so here he was, drink in hand, sitting on a barstool as women threw themselves at him. He tried ignoring her, but she was persistent. Even when he started conversing with itadori, she wouldn’t leave his sight. She wasn’t too pleasing to look at either. The home finally huffed and walked away when she heard Gojo snicker while staring at her. What she didn’t know that Gojo was snickering at the idea of how your reaction would be, if you had been here. And that was the start of his masterplan!

He allowed women to touch him, not too intimately though, because he knew you were bound to walk in any moment now, while Itadori watched with an awestruck expression at how his sensei could attract so many women. Just when a blond girl was trailing her hands down his chest, the whole club quietened. Everyone watched as the sound pf clicking heels got louder. A curious Got looked past the blondie to see you, in the sexiest dress he had ever seen. A cyan dress, tightly fitted to show your accentuated curves, falling right between you thigh. A long v-neckline gave all men a glimpse of your cleavage and made their cocks throb in their pants. To complete the looks you had applied a smoky eye makeup with a bold red lipstick. The long girl watched with envious eyes as you perched yourself down on the seat next to Gojo and said “You like what you see? ;)”

Gojo had no words. He had Never seen you in this form. So did the trio as they stood with their mouths open. The first to recover was Nobara as she said, “Sensei, how do you manage to look stunning in everything? And that dress, Wow. Can we go shopping together one day? Pleaseeee” You smiled a her and said “Of course we can. I’ll pay for your stuff too.” Right as Gojo was about to say something, a hand wrapped around your waist from behind as your breath hitched. The trio gulped in fear when they saw the anger and jealousy radiating off Gojo when the stranger bent down to your ear and said, “Hey baby. I saw you come in. You looked like you want to be fucked by a real man. So let me show you how it’s done.” You looked so uncomfortable that it made Gojo even more angry. When the stranger started moving his hand upward, before you could do anything, a punch landed on his face causing him to stagger back and fall on the floor. “Get your filthy hands off my girlfriend fucker!” Said Gojo in a coming voice, as he wrapped his arms protectively around you.

The guy scrambled off as blood started gushing out of his nose. The first one to break the tension among them was Itadori, who started snickering which turned into full blown laughter, followed by you and the others which led to Gojo pouting and whining about how it was unfair of you to look better than him, causing you guys to laugh even more. Placing a small kiss on Gojo’s lips, you cradled his cheek and said, “Toru…you look handsome too, not much as me but I still love you. Besides, you’re cute when you’re jealous.” And that, was the first time you saw Satoru Gojo blush so hard in his life.

Sooooo

Wrote something after a long ass hiatus finally.

So sorry for the delay :’(

Sayonara

-Shivi ❤️♑️

#jujutsu kaisen satoru #gojo satoru #gojo sensei #gojo fanfic #itadori yuuji #gojo x reader #gojo imagine #jujutsu nobara #jjk megumi #gojo x you #jjk satoru #oh boy #goddess #oh god #im so bad at this #im so bad at tags #i tried

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wow! you have so many different specimens! they all look amazing!

how long did it take you to collect them all?

"Thank you, I try my best to keep everybody in good health. It took me about 2 years to collect as much as I have, and a good amount of my time is spent maintaining it all for my studies."

[Cyan's smile falls a little bit, as if remembering something.]

"I- don't really get to go out on collection trips, at the moment. Right now, I'm giving the oremites from Polus their health checks and diet supplements."

#Among Us #Among Us Cyan #Among Us Grey #I had to make your stand-in a crewmate #for lore reasons it's absolutely not a good idea to be another impostor around Cyan TRUST ME #and any excuse I have to show my lil buggy babies I will take it xD #listard

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snitchesnsneeds · 19 days

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Bethany's Bizarre Miraculous Reviews Episode 3-15: Feast

Alright, this is the start of the big episodes in Season 3. The lore ones instead of relationship development that goes nowhere or episodes starring the side characters that I crave more content of. Let's go.

Again with Alya being more reasonable with Marinette and trying to figure out Miraculous lore and Hawkmoth's identity. Also Alix is here!

Ah, so Natalie's illness is caused by looking at the symbol of the Order! That just raises even further questions.

Ah, so Marinette's worried about Hawkmoth using the publicly-published lore to his gain! If only Ladybug could contact Alya to get the info privately and also clear up some things about Lila claiming to be her bestie...

Wow, taking a random child to become a guardian when he didn't want to? That would lead to disaster, honestly.

Also I guess he lost the Peacock and Butterfly by... tripping? Did they fall into the lava? Did the fall or pressure from a rock on top cause the peacock to break?

"I'm going to take your Miraculouses and leave Paris" and let Hawkmoth rule unreigned?

Also I see Chat isn't there again. I feel bad for him, honestly.

Plagg playing the piano was so cute!

Natalie's really milking herself dry for Hawkmoth, isn't she? Fool.

Bananoir 2: Revenge of Bananoir. Also Ladybug's disguised costume is better than her real one. Probably because she has a helmet.

The fact that Chat was joking around while his Kwami was at risk makes me believe his jokes are at least partially to blow off steam during the situation.

Oh my god. So doing Miracuous hero work is playing superheroes. Good gravy.

Another "getting eaten plan" by Ladybug. And she looks so happy doing it as well!

Hawkmoth knows who the guardian is now. Merde.

Also the Order of the Miraculous is back! Hopefully they can help now that they're not dead.

Fine lore episode. Feast or whatever the creature's name was coincidentally pretty similar to my "Miraculous Eater" concept in my fic. Here's a pic of one of them. They're purple with a cyan or pink underside, and although the image doesn't show it they're soft invertebrates. I think I should've drawn them with a more concave top like Globox or something.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir #miraculous #marinette dupain cheng #miraculous marinette #ml ladybug #adrien agreste #miraculous adrien #chat noir #ml chat noir #alya cesaire #miraculous alya

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miss-phamtom-1 · 2 years

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Took me a while but here's a small green cousins fic for my Seaboard Au. Hope you like it!

((There might be some spelling mistakes since English isn't my first lenguage))

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Well, this wasn't on Morros schedule.

Suddenly appearing out of thin air as a ghost again was a weird feeling, and before he could adjust himself, Master Wu was already explaining why the ninja needed his help. So there's a giant snake of destruction that's connected to water and air, and only those two elemental masters can stop it if it awakens? Alright, understood, probably gonna die again.

"Can you help us, Morro?"

"I'll try my best, Master"

Wu sighed and then smiled, he seemed.. Proud. Or something.

Only after Master Wu finished talking, Morro realized they weren't alone in the room; the cyan ninja was standing not so far behind Wu, she looked anxious, right behind her was Lloyd, he looked tense. This didn't surprise Morro.

"Then we just need to tell the rest" Wu stood up and gestured them to follow.

Just before Morro could leave the room, the cyan ninja stopped him. "You won't try to do anything right?" Again, not surprised.

"I won't." He sounded cold, even when he didn't mean to.

"Good" She tried matching his tone, but Morro realized her shoulders relaxed, just by an inch. Lloyd still stood behind her as stiff as a board.

Morro must've zoned out for a few minutes. When he realized were he was standing, the red ninja was fighting with the cyan ninja and Wu, the other guys were trying to calm them down while carefully glaring at Morro every few seconds, waiting for him to do something. Yet again, completely unsurprised.

After 5 minutes of unresolved fighting, Morro couldn't handle the sounds and decided to go to the roof; he always went to the roof whenever after training when he lived in the monastery, stargazing really helped him to relax.

He sat and leaned back, taking a deep breath to sort out his thoughts. He was in Ninjago again, sitting in the same spot he sat as a kid, looking up at the sky. Having time to relax by himself was one of the things Morro missed of being alive.

Except he wasn't alone.

".. What are you doing up here?" The green ninja was just a meter away from him.

Morro didn't flinch at the other's presence. "Just taking in the information."

Then silence.

Well, this was awkward. Very awkward. Morro hated that feeling. Should he say something? Do something? Or should he wait until Lloyd speaks?

You know what? Fuck it. Here goes nothing.

".. I'm sorry Lloyd,"

".... What?," Lloyd tensed up even more. "What do you- What did you say?"

"I said I'm sorry, for what I did to you. The possession and everything else. You didn't deserve that."

Silence.

Lloyd spoke again. "Do- Do you actually mean it? This isn't some lie to do something to us ri-"

"I mean it. I actually mean it. I'm genuinely sorry for everything I've done," There was a feeling behind those words, Morro couldn't figure out what it was. "I was angry and jealous and I used you as a punching bag to release all that. I shouldn't have done that."

Something felt heavy in his chest. Oh, the feeling is regret.

Lloyd stayed quiet, he stared at Morro before sighing and looking up to the sky. Now it was Morro who stared at Lloyd.

"You actually mean it?.."

"Yes, I mean it. .. Wait- I'm not saying this to get something out of you I'm just apologizing because I want to." Lloyd let out a dry laugh at that.

"Alright, that's good," His shoulders relaxed. "I guess Master was right about you."

"What do you mean with that?"

"You're a good guy, you just lost the path for a while," Lloyd gave him a little smile, a content one.

Morro (for the first time since he appeared) was surprised at this. It took him a few seconds to take in what he heard, then he returned the smile, it was small but genuine.

"... You look weird when you smile"

"...Wow. Thank you. How nice of you"

"I didn't mean it as an insult!," Lloyd raised his hands and started shaking them. "You just look weird to me!"

"...WOW. Even better. Thank you Lloyd, you're SO nice."

"WAIT NO- I didn't mean like that-!"

Lloyd was cut off by a fireball aimed directly at Morro's head, but since he is a ghost the fireball went right through his face.

"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HIM YOU WINDBAG!"

Both of them looked back down to the monastery to see the black ninja grabbing the red one by his hands, stopping him of throwing another fireball.

"Ah, I was wondering when he would do something like that" Lloyd stood up and started walking towards the edge of the roof. "Hey, thanks for helping us.. And for what you said" He smiled at Morro and jumped down to the training area.

Morro stayed on the roof and looked back up to the sky; This was nice, apologizing to Lloyd was nice, maybe this wouldn't be that bad.

Then another fireball was launched to his head, this time he dodged it; then people screamed "KAI!"

"WHAT? HE WAS EXPECTING IT ALREADY!"

Still, not the worst.

#ninjago #lego ninjago #lloyd garmadon #ninjago lloyd #ninjago morro #morro wu #green cousins #Seabound Au

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team-mythic-beasts · 26 days

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Meetings in Tumblr, Part 1: Another Me, Another Friend

By Lucas “Luke” Reynard

(feat. @tolyys’ Luke!)

Somehow after Makoto made that first post, we all had tiny paw prints marked on our faces. Most of us got regular ones, but Mikel’s, one of Makoto’s, and mine were bright green. Curious, I took over our blog for the day to see for myself what this was all about.

And then I found… someone.

“You’re finally here! I was wondering when you’d show up.”

That guy looks almost exactly like me, but with cheeks as freckled as Mikel’s and sapphires for eyes. He also wears a lot of fur… I have never been able to put on any kind of fuzzy clothes without melting into a puddle.

How does he do it, though? Maybe it’s got something to do with that minty cyan pendant. Such an intense, cooling aura that bright jewel radiates… one that might turn my fingers to ice if I ever dared touch it.

But my mind quickly turned towards his paw print. Another victim of the A-paw-calypse, perhaps? I quickly asked how he got that mark.

“Some girl stamped it on my face. I think her name was Makoto?”

…

Ah. So that’s what happened.

After that exchange, he took me on a tour around the platform, and we shared any facts about each other that came to mind. It was then that I became certain— same first name (his is spelled with a K but it works), same birthday, same reason for traveling… this guy is the “other me” Makoto once told me about.

Speaking of Makoto, we had to bring up our designers at some point… I have nothing but the utmost respect for his. Unlike mine, this Ben guy seems to know what he’s doing; nearly seven years have passed since the day this “other me” was placed in his care, and he’s stuck to his original plans to this day! Wow, now I feel lucky to have gotten a green paw print from him.

We soon had to part ways, but he promised to visit me again soon. Before he left, he suggested I call him Prins— Apparently that’s the word for “prince” in his native language. In return, I let him refer to me as Angel.

“Yay! We’re quickly becoming good friends!”

Well, I certainly hope so, Prins.

(w/o paw prints)

#team mythic beasts #hetaveyond #hetaveyond 2007 #lucas reynard #tmb luke #aveyond x hetalia #boop #i can’t think of a good title :(#ben this is your reward for booping us exactly 8 times #i had to rewatch ep2 to make sure prins’ last line was the actual quote from the vid #how do you even draw fur #actually how do you even SHADE fur #angel & prins

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alittlebirb · 2 years

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Some delightful drama from the MCC Pride 22 Cyan Coyotes!

The skins! They're adorable!! Except for 5up's, which is the incarnation of Satan himself!

"Listen, I may be a fool, but we've got team morale, and that's all that matters!" -Aimsey

"I reckon, if we really pull it out of our ass, we can get second. No matter what we're gonna get top 10." -Tubbo

Tubbo asking for some hot political takes from Gumi

"Be true to yourself, it's okay I know you vote conservative." -Tubbo

Aimsey and Tubbo taking great pride in being the loudest in any given vc

"That is a lot of colors, I am dyslexic." -Tubbo to Aimsey

"5up, your skin is actually disgusting. I see you, and I'm like wow, I didn't know I could vomit in my mouth, but here we are." -Tubbo

Gumi saying merging Dream and George's skins for pride month makes sense, and Tubbo repeatedly asking what about that makes sense. What about that makes sense.

"This is where my Maple Story 160 wpm comes in!" -Gumi

"What's Maple Story?" -Tubbo

"WHAT'S MAPLE STORY?...I'm about to say something conservative, Tubbo." -Gumi

Tubbo being so disturbed at 5up's skin that he blocks him in Minecraft

Aimsey hearing Tubbo's getting punched and immediately throwing hands with Jacksepticeye

Tubbo proposing it's time to start reenacting Avengers Endgame, with Aimsey opting for Natasha, Gumi volunteering to be Thanos, Tubbo deciding on Side Character #3, and 5up being casted as Everyone Else

Tubbo having a crisis at being the youngest in MCC right now

Gumi morphing into her conservative self

"She's on her way to the truck dealership right now!" -5up

"Amen, brother. I only love three things: my truck, my wife, and my fishin' pole." -Conservagumi

Aimsey and Tubbo freaking out in fear and awe over Gumi's deep voice

"I will never be selected naturally, I will choose when I die." -Tubbo

5up asking who here wants to hunt in PKT, and the 3 seconds of dead silence following that

Tubbo doing impromptu surgery on his keyboard in order to remove keybinds which mess him up in games

Aimsey declaring they cope quite well, actually, in complete darkness with no light

"AimseyTV what do you want from me? I am talking about sperm in hot tubs. It's a glorified bubbling cum soup. Avoid it." -Tubbo

"I'm sure some people are into that, right? 5up, you're into that?" -Gumi

"Yea I'm into that." -5up, innocent, ignorant, and pure, unaware of the topic at hand and that Tubbo is about to call him a "cum guzzler"

Gumi giving an anecdote in which several children started roleplaying Fortnite at her local pool, and started drinking pool water, calling it "slurp juice"

"So anyway, anyone want to roleplay Fortnite with me later?" -Gumi

5up leaving for a few minutes and Tubbo immediately going on a screaming tirade about dopamine receptors and boredom

5up getting concerned because he didn't research for this MCC, he didn't vod review like normal-

"I just chugged a double expresso coffee lets go!" -Gumi

"I drank a Red Bull, I'm ready!" -Aimsey

"That was really sad, they made us murder bunnies." -Tubbo about the GR beast room

Cyan's GR run being absolutely transcendent

"LET'S GO! Tubbo, we are Grid Runners!" -5up as they get 1st

Aimsey riding the high of getting 1st and 5up asking her "are you nervous now?! Welcome, hope you're excited for MCC!"

The Aimsey prejudice of the leaderboard split, with Aimsey receiving one less coin than the others

Tubbo talking about how he's feeling so calm and collected today, and Gumi interrupting "I slept three hours."

Tubbo groaning that "the mojo's died..." when PKT was chosen

Gumi and Aimsey just flirting and calling each other cute, and Gumi calling Aimsey love all throughout PKT

Gumi volunteering to be a hunter in order to spare Aimsey

"I'll do this for you, queen!" -Gumi

Tubbo hyping Aimsey up that she did "awesomely good, greatly good, fantastically awesomely fantastically greatly good!"

5up hunting Red and saying "don't worry! Dream vs Dream!"

"I'm ready to be movemented on." -Tubbo

"The music is making my fuckingggg adrenaline levels peak. I'm about to start vibrating!" -Gumi

Aimsey juking Illumina in the last round, allowing 5up to beat him as hunter, and everyone losing their minds

"Tommy taught me something, you know. Lib it up." -Gumi

Aimsey saying they're going to get a cat!! in SG, and 5up shutting em down with "No you're not."

"It's gonna be a game of pets by the end of the game. I don't how I can emphasize more that it's a heckin pets game!" -Tubbo

Tubbo advising the others to always have a cake on them in case the border puts you in a tight spot

This coming back minutes later, where they use 5 cakes to make a cake staircase and get up on a roof to take the high ground

"You're gonna get cakes removed for this." -5up

5up excitedly saying he found a cat!!, telling Gumi it's at a yellow place, and Gumi going "Yellow? Yellow DEEZ NUTS!"

5up getting transported to the half-loaded BB map, and getting lost in how "people are phasing in and out, I don't even know what's real anymore!"

"Me when I astral project." -Gumi

Gumi getting two kills and yelling "VALORANT VALORANT! CSGO!"

Tubbo and 5up feeling guilty over bullying Green, and Aimsey telling them "there's no time for empathy!"

Aimsey killing Krtzy in a huge GIGACHAD moment

The Pink v Cyan round going all the way up the clock and 5up making the difference with a single piece of wool

Aimsey calling "Scott coming straight", and 5up responding "Scott being straight? 👀"

Gumi and Aimsey celebrating an almost Aimsey ace, Tubbo going "this is too much positivity for me, I am dyslexic after all", and Gumi immediately yelling "FUCK YOU 5UP."

"5up, you're not carrying hard enough. Carry harder please." -Tubbo

5up saying if you don't vote BM you're homophobic, Tubbo saying that's not a good motivator for his chat, and instead offering Tubbpoints for any chatters who vote BM

Gumi and 5up reassuring Aimsey that she doesn't have to worry this BM, she and Gumi will be holding hands!

"I looked over at Discord for 2 seconds, and I have 32 unread DMs. What is going on." -Tubbo

"This is where I open up Ilumina's steam and watch what he's doing, again." -5up before AR

"Time to stream snipe Illumina guys!" -Tubbo

"I'm having a great time, in this wicked MCC, with my best budders." -Tubbo

Tubbo going on a cheesecake monologue in AR, discussing the importance of understanding sugar intake, calling the chat his Boys, and moving up to top 10 as a result

5up predicting their AR performances moved them up to 2nd, and Tubbo shutting him down with MATH, FACTS, and LOGIC.

"If anyone falls, target the shit out of Red and Aqua, because we need them to fail to win...I'm not a scumbag." -Tubbo

Tubbo losing his mind over trying to figure out what song the decision dome music is remixing, and finally finding out it's Eye of the Tiger from his creative director

"My vodka!" -Gumi, who keeps a vodka bottle under her desk at all times

Tubbo becoming the designated driver of this MCC team after the others agree to do shots together when the event's over

"Hey it's really important for all of us to make it farther- oh you're taking the Mickey." -Tubbo in HITW

Aimsey and Gumi flirting and giggling during HITW, while Tubbo and 5up just sit in silence

"The phrase get a room exists for a reason, just saying." -Tubbo

Tubbo watching the disgrace of 3 zombies piling onto Aimsey and pushing them off the edge

Both Aimsey and Gumi misreading the CUTE wall as CUNT

"Damn, I guess we both saw what we wanted to see, huh?" -Gumi

"If this skellington shoots me, on god, I'm gonna beat its ass. AND its cousins." -Gumi

"AND its cousins!" -Aimsey

"I feel like I could've done so much better if I didn't get cucked by lag!" -5up

Gumi and Aimsey taking vodka shots straight out of the bottle after HITW

5UP REVEALING THAT HE WAS APPARENTLY PLAYING ON A LAPTOP THE WHOLE TIME??? WHAT THE FUCK.

Tubbo beginning to say "oh, I hope they didn't make this all-" to Terra Swoop Force before quickly shutting his mouth and saying "it's pride month, it's pride month."

The two drunkies riding on 5up and Tubbo during Terra Swoop Force

Gumi yelling at Gizzy for going to the bathroom during TGTTOS, yelling him to "PISS YOUR FUCKING PANTS, CUNT!"

"People kept jumping on my head. I mean, I have a big head, but whatever. I look like Jimmy Neutron, but get off of me!" -Gumi, who is always out of pocket, but has lost her filter after the introduction of vodka

Gumi getting hit off and asking "who was it? I'm gonna peg their mother."

"This is the last time I'm playing on a laptop." -5up, who learned something today

Gumi proposing she sell Antfrost's feet pics to donators (don't tell Red)

Gumi offering a kiss to whoever donated 6k right now, and Aimsey immediately getting open the bank account, opening up the bank account-

"This is sports for gay people!" -Based 5up

Gumi, 4 shots down, mixing up the Aqua team and her own team Cyan

"This was so fun! I know I have like nothing to compare it to, but it was so fun!" -Aimsey

Tubbo spotting CPK in the wild getting his All Things MCC thumbnail

"Man has his priorities." -5up

Tubbo telling the drunks to "think about organ donation" while they're taking shots, and Gumi retorting the only organs she's donating are DEEZ NUTS

5up confirming that she does indeed have huge nuts

"You guys ever watch baby sensory videos?" -Gumi

Aimsey and Gumi carrying out an impromptu karaoke, eventually driving Tubbo to mute his audio entirely

5up chasing Jacksepticeye out of the group photo like an ornery wet cat

Cyan Coyotes finished MCC Pride 22 in 5th place!

#mccp22 #mcc #mcc pride 22 #tubbo #aimsey #vgumiho #5upps #what an incredibly chaotic team #it was so much fun plsss more aimsey in mcc!#that grid runners was a thing of beauty 👌#and the ongoing love story of Aimsey and gumi was adorable #birb's mcc recaps

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