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dr3c0mix · 1 year

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PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DO MORE TERATO WITH ZOMBIES?? /NF

YOUR WRITING IS SO GOOD ABD TASTY, possibly a trans male reader who hasn’t gotten surgery yet? DONT KNOW IF THATS AGAINST BOUNDRUES

Smut pls😊

*sniff sniff* thnank yuou

Zombie Horde with a FtM reader Who Hasn't Gotten Top Surgery Yet

CW: Smut, a bit of fluff, FtM reader w/o top surgery, chest touching??? horny zombies

💀 To be honest, they wouldn't care

💀 You'd normally use bandages or old binders because transitional surgery wasn't an option when you were busy making sure your bunker was safe, your food stock was full and so on. Sure you wished you'd gotten one sooner before the virus but there are more important things...

💀 You were in your hidey hole without anything binding your when Soda came in looking for you.

💀 He went to cuddle next to you when he felt something soft and squishy, he tilted his head and poked at your chest which made you yelp.

💀 His little mate has squishy parts in the chest? he doesn't remember that, he's confused as he's never noticed you with any squishy bits in that area, in fact, you always had some kind of armor or something for some reason, were they organs spilling out? Now he can't have that! Humans need those he thinks!

💀 He chitters worryingly, trying to pull up your shirt to help you push back in your organs, but you kept pushing him away.

💀 He eventually gestured to parts of his body that showed his rotten body making a pushing in movement, you let out a long ooohhhhh and assure him it's not that.

💀 You explain to him (to a degree) and he explains it to the others.

💀 Bo thinks he remembers seeing bandages on others because they're hurt so the first time you show him, he's all over you comforting you so his little mate won't be sad that they got hurt. He is very much blaming himself, but Soda quickly explains you're not hurt at all.

💀 They start looking for bandages, binders, sports bras, compression wear, anything that looks like what you usually wear.

💀 Screw has a bunch of things he's hoarded so he goes through his pile looking for clothes and the sort that he think's you'd like.

💀 Ribs has the guilty pleasure of burying his face in your chest. You're just so warm and soft and squishy!!!

💀 If you ever feel gender dysphoria and body dysmorphia, they'll sense you feeling a bit under the weather and love on you so much you'll forget all about it. Don't be sad, you're perfect!

💀 If you ever do get top surgery, maybe from travelling to a large community of survivors or other, they wouldn't change their feelings towards you.

💀 They's be curious about your scars though, Bo would be furious thinking they hurt you or ate your squishy bits or something.

💀 Screw is feeling your chest now feeling the new flat texture of your chest.

💀 Ribs does the same because they're best friends a- OH MY GOD YOU HAVE RIBS TOO?!?!?

💀 Soda is all over you seeing if you're ok. Did they feed you enough? Does it hurt? Do you need us to give you some love? Did you miss us?

💀 Can Ribs have all your old bandages and binders?

💀 If you have boundaries regarding your chest area, they will steer away from it, anyway, you have the rest of your lovely body for them to devour.

💀 If you don't, they'd be massaging your chest, cooing oh so softly reminding you that you're theirs whether you have surgery or not.

nsfw under the cut!!

💀 Bo loves your chest, he can feel your heart beating as he rubs his dick between your breasts, its so cute how fast it goes as you're being filled to the brim with their cum.

💀 Ribs very much prefers your thighs, running his hands up your body as he licks your sex with your legs wrapped around him.

💀 Screw is fine with anything as long as he gets to kiss you or throat fuck you, you feel so warm around him he could cum as soon as he slips his dick inside.

💀 Soda is a bit shy when it comes to breeding you, but if you let him, he could rabbit fuck you until you were a babbling, moaning mess, of course he'd go on to kiss you better afterwards, they all would.

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twosoulss77 · 18 days

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Radioapple Concept: One day the Archangel Micheal got the news of his little brother having found a new lover, and decides to have a little fun by taking his brother’s looks, and hit on the deer.

Micheal slides on the chair next to Al to grab his waist in a friendly way. He wonders for how much time he could trick this guy. This was gonna be so much fun-

“Hey babe how-

Slam

Micheal blinked hard as he suddenly find himself unable to move, arms behind his back and a not very friendly deer on top of him. Some people were shouting, but his ears were ringing and for some time he could only hear his ragged breath coming fast. The deer must have slammed his head on the table pretty hard…

“Who the fuck are u?”

Shit how did he-

“Alastor what are you doing?”

“Boss that’s lucifer!”

“Guy’s what’s happening?where is the fire?what’s wrong with Alastor?”

“Yea and what you mean he is slamming me on a table? I mean I don’t have anything against it but-“

“Dad!”

“Sorry sweety I was just-“

Michael could see the exact moment Lucifer’s eyes met his and he couldn’t help the little grin as he easily released himself from the deer’s strong grip, reappearing next to Lucifer.

“Hello little brother!”

“Michael…”

Lucy grumbled under his breath and Michael felt a little smile form on his lips. He did miss him.

“What are u doing here”

“Can a brother not come to visit his family once every millenia?”

“Funny so now I am your family? And I was referring to you trying to hit on my boyfriend brother”

“Well I saw him all by himself, and I thought to have a little fun but”

He turned to look at Alastor, who was now leaning on the table, ears twitching, grin as tight as he could stretch it. And he could feel that the little sinner was very displeased by his little trick early. Opsie

“You spotted me. how did you know I wasn’t lucifer?”

Michael cocked an eyebrow at how how Alastor scrunched his nose up in disgust before tooking a step forward.

“You smell”

…

“Don’t you fuck touch me again”

Michael could only stare with his mouth agape, very offended, and stopped the urge to try and sniff himself.

Cause he did not smell! He was the fucking Archangel Michael for god sake!

Lucifer begin crackling next to him, the little shit, and followed Alastor, who was walking away from them at a surprising speed.

“Does that mean I smell great then?”

Alastor turned to look at Lucifer with a crack of his neck, smile more soft at the edges.

“Umm u smell like apple”

“Is that a good thing?”

“Yea u basically like drug for me Lucy. Congrats”

Lucy literally sputtered and his face was bright yellow now. Ohhh his little brother had it hard

He felt a little guilty to have tried to hit on the deer. Just a little

“Wait babe were you going?”

“Taking a shower…I feel dirty”

“I can come with you if you want”

“Fuck off”

#I heard that deers gets drunk with apples and I just thought it would be cute for Al to being able to smell it on Lucy XD #Lucifer and Michael are twins #but Lucifer got all the rizz #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel 2024 #alastor the radio demon #lucifer morningstar #alastor #radioapple #appleradio

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erwinsmithsmissingleftarm · 6 months

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Smut alphabet for Jean Kirstein

Cw: 18+ stuff, what did you expect, it's basically a smut alphabet

Requested by: anonymous

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Jean will be very needy and clingy after sex, hugging and kissing you. He will be super gentle with you, bringing you to the bathroom to clean you two up before laying you back on the bed. Covering your bodies with the warm blanket, nuzzling into your back. He will be careful like if you are made of glass.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite body part is your hips because he is always griping them. Whenever he hugs you, he will hold you by the waist tightly. Also work for when he fucks you, gripping your hips while thrusting into you.

If you ask him what is the thing he prefers about his body he will probably answer his arms. He's proud of his big strong arms, strong enough to make you feel protected when he hugs you and to hold you still while he's fucking you. Probably the type of brag out by flexing his biceps and asking you to touch them just to show you how hard his muscles are (same thing for cock...)

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He doesn't spurt too much cum but it is pretty thick. He tries the more often to avoid the condom so he can turn your insides into a creamy pie. Plus, he likes to watch his cum leaking out of you after fucking you right.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

This man secretly enjoys the idea of you being dominant. Even if it turns him on, he's scared of judgment and doesn't want the others to learn he likes to be the sub. In short, this man wants to be dominated but will never assume it.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Jean isn't very experience but due to his arrogant nature he will make you believe that he is. Actually, he's pretty nervous because it is his first time but the fear of you mocking him makes him act like if he was actually experienced in this kind of stuff. He is still learning new things at the same time as you but don't worry, this boy is a fast learner ;)

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Jean is the type of guy who likes to see your face while he fucks you. Your drooling mouth, closed eyes, the way you throw your head back... it makes him proud and show him that you truly enjoy what he is doing to you.

Also, he prefers to have the control over you and over the thrusts. He probably will choose a position where he's doing the most of the job so that's exclude the cowgirl and company.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Jean won't very goofy during you love-making session, maybe letting out one or two jokes or humorous remarks but he won't be in the excess. He cherishes these moments a lot so he will not ruin them by lacking seriousness in the act.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Jean takes care of his intimate part almost daily so his hair is pretty well groomed. The hair on his groin is very short while on the other places it's completely shaved.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He can get very romantic during love-making session, whispering praises and dirty words into your ear. He will do anything to make you feel good and loved.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

When he jacks off himself, he will sniff one of your clothes, a shirt with your perfume on it, a skirt you wear often or... panties. Basically, anything with your scent on it, because it reminds you of him and make him even more eager during masturbation.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

His first kink is the size kink. He absolutely loves the idea of your smaller body squirming under his, his big arms keeping you pinned down on the mattress as he's pounding inside you or you small hand grabbing his as you try to hold in your sounds. Plus, he likes the way his big thick shaft is stretching you out so he surely has a size kink.

His second kink would be the breeding kink. Man is dreaming about building a family with you so whenever he can, he will cum right inside you, gladly transforming your insides into a creampie if you ask him. Jean will also talk dirty to you with sentences like: "I can't wait to make you pregnant with my child" or "taking my cum so well inside you sweetheart."

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Jean is a very jealous person by nature so he will make sure you are his and only his. That means that he won't do it somewhere other people could see or hear you two making love. His favorite place would be your bedroom, the kitchen table, the couch or even just a calm place where he can be sure that you won't be bothered.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He likes when you act bossy around him. Seeing you trying to get the control over him is such a turn on that he will gratefully let you do anything to him before suddenly switching position and dominating you. Yes, he's attracted to you dominant but will he let you be the dom? Not a chance sweetheart.

Another turn on I think Jean would have it's you wearing his clothes. Nothing's better than coming back home and seeing your small body covered with his shirt. It will surely make him hard. It's probably associated to the size kink he has.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He will never do something that could injure you like choking you on purpose, knife play or very intense bondage. Will also not have sex outside because he doesn't like to be interrupted or seen by other people in a such intimate moment.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He's fine with both receiving and giving oral.

Jean likes to devour your kitty like a hungry man who hasn't eat since many days, the sounds you are making turning him on like nothing else in the world. His first time doing this will be a little bit messy but isn't hot? The next times will already be 10 times better, this buddy is learning quick.

As for receiving oral, his loves to see your watery eyes as you're trying to fit his whole shaft inside your mouth, choking slightly on it. He can't help but tug on your hair as he approaches his climax and cumming inside your pretty hungry mouth.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Jean got two moods.

Sometimes he will be fast and rough when it is fuck to fuck. During those times, no mercy for you, he will be just there to satisfy his needs (and yours at the same time) (that's includes jealous sex). He will tell you very dirty things while fucking the shit out of you.

On the contrary, when this man feels more romantic, he will be slow and sensual, taking his time to make you feel in heavens. He will fuck you slowing, whispering sweet praises into your ear, thrusting his hips into you while leaving kisses on your neck and chest.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He's not against quickies and appreciate them time to times. But he still prefers when he has all the time in the world to make love to you. He doesn't like to be pressed too often.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

As said before, Jean likes to keep you for himself so there is no way he will do it outside or somewhere other people could see you. He's open to try other things like role-play or slight bondage but nothing too much or that could potentially hurt you. Basically, open to new experiences as long as they are safe.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

I'm pretty sure Jean has a lot of stamina so on average, he usually goes for 1 to 3 rounds. Of course, it depends on his mood. If it's been a long time since you two were intimate, you can be ready for more than 3 rounds. He can last 5-10 minutes per rounds before cumming. But he will also make sure it is okay with you so if you want to go just for 1 round, it will be 1 round.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Jean doesn't own toys excluding a pair of handcuffs because he prefers vanilla sex. Of course, he will use it on his partner aka you. He uses it time to times when you are in a spicier mood so maybe once per week?

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

This man likes to tease you pretty much, the foreplay can be quite long with him. He wants to be sure that you want him, teasing you until you literally beg him to fuck you. Also likes if you tease him back, he is really into playful and lighthearted relationships and sex.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

I don't see Jean as someone very loud during sex but he won't be silent either. Maybe something just in between. If we exclude the dirty talk and the praises, he will let out grunts or low whimpers time to times. When he will close to the climax he will be clearly louder, repeating "I'm close, I'm close" before letting out a gasp as he reaches the point of ecstasy.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Jean moves a LOT during his sleep. You can fall asleep hugging each other and then waking up in the morning with his feet infront of your face. One time he moved so much that you literally fell down of the bed. The nights with Jean aren't just chaotic in one way.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Jean has a pretty good tool under those boxers. Slightly bigger and longer than the average but nothing too much. Everything is in a perfect harmony on the aesthetical side. Basically, perfect and proud.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Jean has a medium to high sex drive. About 2 to 3 times a week is pretty good for him but sometimes it can be less or more. He is pretty good for handling himself and can easily survive without sex a couple of weeks without being sexually frustrated.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Even if Jean is a selfish bitch, he will make sure you're safe and sound before falling asleep. He will probably wait for you to fall asleep before him so he can be sure that you are okay and don't need anything. It will take some time for him to finally fall asleep, appreciating the few minutes of just hugging you in bed, your two bodies pressed together in a peaceful and warm embrace. Also, he will big spoon you <3

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ilys00ga · 8 months

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bodyguard boyfriend to the rescue.

synopsis: your comfort person, aka your secret boyfriend, saves you from falling into the abyss, once again.

genre: angst, fluff.

A/N: this is not my first time writing something like this, but it is my first (very random) public post of such. I hope this is decent enough, I will maybe post more, but I'm not sure. until then, here's this.

warnings: anxiety attacks and overthinking. no explicit mentions, tho, just dark thoughts.

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the walls of the room stare back at you as you sit on the floor. body so stiff and brain so busy running nonstop. almost feels like it would pop legs out and escape out of your scull at any given moment as you lean your head on the edge of the bed. too tired to blink, too tired to move a limb or even get into bed and give your body its long desired rest and warmth.

days like these have always been your most despised. but as hard as you try, you can't make it stop.

nasty thoughts keep on going on and about, keep on getting nastier and darker.

what is it that I want the most? what is it that I dream of the most?

quick puffs of air start leaving your lungs as they run through your mouth, yet you can't seem to breathe. you don't know how to breathe.

what the hell am I even doing. I'm not good at anything. everything I have ever fought for was never by choice. what the hell am I going to do next?

you try and take deep breaths, you really do, but the white ceiling is becoming way too blurry for you liking. everything surrounding you in the room feels too far away from you as the floor is getting too cold and hard.

you try to remind yourself, I'm still young. this can't be just it. I'm too young, I have a lover, I have power, I have much more to look forward to, to wish and dream for..

you try telling yourself that it's gonna be okay, everything will work out just well for me, all I have to do is wait.

but-

you blink. once, twice... you blink as hard as you can as you feel the tears that have been lingering heavily at the corner of your eyes running free. you blink as you try to snap back to reality, to your room, to your bed and to your floor. you blink.

just then, the sound of your phone arises, screaming loud and clear as if saying: here, let me guide you. listen to me and snap out of it.

the weight that's been sinking the back of your head to the bed finally lightens, allowing you to lift your head as you keep on panting for air.

you slowly reach for the phone, praying that whoever's calling will help ease your pain. and your prayers are answered immediately as you feel a ghost of a relieved smile starting to creep up to the corners of your lips.

yoongi..

your mouth feels terribly heavy as you put the phone to your ear, unable to speak while your heart beats so fast and loud in your chest.

"hey...you alright?"

there it is, his voice oh so warm and delicate. so gentle and calm. he is probably worried sick as he realises this is yet another one of your episodes. oh how he hates those episodes.

the caring tone does nothing but fill your eyes with freshly new tears as it embraces your aching heart. it is quite a complex combination of feelings his existence provides to your soul. incredibly healing, yet dangerously consuming.

still unable to utter a word, you close your eyes as you desperately sniff one more time, and he hums. oh, how good you are for me.

"I'm on my way. I'll bring your favorite meal with me as well. we can lay together after filling our bellies and then you'll tell me what it is that's bothering you. a princess should never carry a burden with her."

you smile as you hang up. he never fails to amaze you.

and so, you just wait. sitting in your quarters as you wait for your bodyguard's arrival. for his hands to wrap so tenderly around you as he soothes your sore bones. for his breath to bathe you in warmth and comfort as he pulls you closer to him, whispering words of pure love to your awaiting ears, for your tired brain to listen and oblige as his knight speaks to it.

and you wait for yoongi to bring his love to you.

#yoongi fluff #yoongi #yoongi angst #yoongi drabble #yoongi scenarios #yoongi x reader #yoongi x you #bts yoongi #suga fluff #bodyguard yoongi #knight yoongi #modern royalty au #modern times

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tojisun · 11 months

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‘til you found me

jake sully x metkayina!reader

!! follows atwow but also not canon-compliant; reader’s origins are not mentioned; fluff; jake calls reader baby girl 😔🤞🏼(i was projecting too hard); 1.7k words

: i watched atwow four times now oh my god im losing my mind bros, this is genuinely just to project my yearning – just jake taking reader for a ride on his ikran; the fic is not as polished but god it means sm to me so i hope you guys would love it too <33; psa - im still new to the lore n fandom so if i butchered the canonverse, pls do forgive me babes; title from lost at sea - lana

jake’sully tilts his head to the side, his lips tugging up in a smirk. your eyes flash to his fangs for a quick second, their perfect sharpness making your lungs constrict to the point that your lips almost parted to let out a gasp.

you look away just as fast, finding his hazel eyes again but jake’sully’s smirk has grown.

he has seen the way you looked at him.

“so? what’d you say i take you f’r a ride, baby girl?” he finally asks, his voice a rich baritone. his na’vi is still accented with his earthen dialect and there are times that your ears strain to try to understand what he is saying but right now, you know you would not like anything else.

“i’m not a babe,” you murmur, your tail whipping in agitation, reflecting the turbulence in your heart.

you know you sound petulant – just like a babe, you think to yourself – but there is a part of you that wants to prove to jake’sully that even without warrior’s blood coursing through your veins, there is still more to you than an inkling similarity to that of an unknowing infant. after all, eywa smiles upon you too.

jake’sully’s eyes crease, his smirk tilting a little and you see flash of apprehension in his eyes – hazel like the roots of marui – before he huffs, a sound that is quiet but fond.

“‘s not what i meant, kid,” he replies, his hands reaching to tangle with yours. you blink at the touch, watching the earthen fingers weaving with yours, still unused to the difference but not bothered by it at the same time.

“i just,” he continues when you do not reply. his voice strains like he is nervous, and you almost smile at the idea that the toruk makto is nervous because of you. “y’r just precious to me, ‘s all.”

you sniff, trying to quash the burning of your cheeks, afraid that he would see the flush racing from the tips of your ears to the centre of your nose. you turn away from him, looking at his ikran.

it is bigger than an ilu, the only ride you can mount, and it looks even more daunting than a tsurak. perhaps it is because a tsurak is still of the waters but an ikran is something so foreign; it is a beast that governs the sky – a prey and, occasionally, an ally of the toruk. there is no reason for a metkayina weaver to mount such creature.

yet here jake’sully is, coaxing you on its back.

perhaps all the breathing exercises have finally got to him.

he laughs when you murmur this to him, his head falling back as explosive laughter booms from his lips. his beautiful lips.

“precious one, indeed.” his eyes are crinkling in delight again and you have truly never seen anything as breathtaking.

there is so much of the forest in jake’sully. it is not only his arms or his tail that portray this, but it is the way he walks: the sureness in his stride like there is no other purpose for his feet other than walking. moving.

it is in the way he hunts: how he is poised on a higher ground, even when mounting his tsurak, listening to his surroundings, before going for the kill. he does not use nets, just his spear or his dagger, and yet he always seemed to claim the biggest fish in the reef.

it is in the way he talks: his words clipped and short, barked out orders that would have been insignificant when in water. he talks like he is afraid that his voice would be lost amidst the chirps of the birds or the rustles of the leaves instead of resonating amongst the people.

it is in the way he uses his hands: closed palms instead of flatly opened, the way it normally is in your clan. all he has known is how to grab and how to yank, but he is learning how to wade. and he is so good at it.

jake’sully is alien even without his demon blood. and yet you cannot help but gravitate towards him, always responding to his call with your own, letting yourself be part of his family.

(“she would have fought you,” jake’sully whispered one evening, his bigger body submerged in the waters, his head resting between your thighs as you worked on his hair and braided them into neat strands.

i know, you wanted to say. she would’ve won the fight before i could even move.

i know, you wanted to say. and maybe then you wouldn’t look at me.

there are so much you wanted to say but you remained silent, letting the gliding waters fill the silence between you, your trembling fingers working slowly to finish the braids.)

“i think i would like to ride him, if that is okay with you, jake’sully?” you tell him, tugging at his hand as you spoke.

“just ‘jake’, baby girl,” he replies as he smiles again. “and of course. i promise you: y’would love the sky.”

you nod, not knowing what is the right thing to say as you mull over his name, earthen by origin but something that is so fitting for the forest warrior.

jake lets go of your hand to pull at his braid and make tsaheylu with his ikran. you watch from your peripheral, making sure that you would not look at the ikran’s eyes. your ears flick as it makes clicking sounds in response to their formed connection before you hear jake replying to it with soft whispers, his voice curling into something that is gentle.

you smile to yourself, feeling warmth exploding in your belly at hearing this side of jake. you are sure that there are only few of your clan’s people who know of jake’s gentleness – they are still too used to only seeing him as his history. the man that he was in the past.

but you understand why.

he may not be olo'eyktan in awa'atlu with the metkayina, but that is not something that just goes away because of formalities. jake commandeers respect even amongst your people, his words and his actions garner awe and produce inspiration.

he is also good to the eyes.

you remember the women in your clan giggling to themselves, envisioning how it’d be like to be with the toruk makto, and fanning themselves when the topic became too sensual. too physical. their voices always petered out into wistful sighs, unable to contain their desires even when jake had been dubbed demon-blood by the tsahik.

it is not like you can fault them, not when you had been one of the many admirers of jake. you just didn’t expect the toruk makto, the former olo'eyktan of omotikaya and the warrior that led the clans to victory against the sky people, to give you his attention.

“come, baby girl,” jake says, yipping to catch your attention. you blink your eyes at him, turning, before you startle at seeing his ikran looking at you, its head tilted to the side – a perfect mirror of jake’s mannerism. “ride with me.”

he offers you his hand and you have barely twined your fingers with his before he is pulling you up, your body going weightless at the sheer strength of toruk makto’s.

you squeak, startling, and jake laughs at your reaction. even his ikran clicks in a tone that resembles laughter and you feel so embarrassed as you press your face onto jake’s back. his skin meets your soft cheeks and the contact has your breath hitching.

jake has always been tactile with you but there is something new today. perhaps it is the whistling winds or the weight of his hand on your thighs, keeping you from slipping off the ikran from where you are sat behind him. whatever it was, you are sure you heard jake’s stuttered breath.

it seems like you aren’t the only one overthinking everything or who is hyperaware of the contact. you smile, knowng that jake can feel your upturned lips from where they are pressed flush on his skin.

jake murmurs something too faint for you to hear before he clicks and the ikran soars.

oh great mother, you think as the wind whirls past you, your braids pushing away from your body as the ikran flies. jake laughs, so joyful that you feel your stomach twisting, coaxing you to stop shrieking and to look up from where you are still pressed on his back.

you want to snap at him and tell him to shut up but you know he is only being nice, after all, jake just wants to show you how the world looks from the sky. so you control your breathing, calming your heart, before you pull away from jake’s body and tilted your head down.

oh how beautiful it is.

the waters stretch further than you expected, their colours changing to signify their depth. you notice the way the lush corals of the reef and the scattering in the thin forest of the island is shining, their lights flickering and dancing with life.

you are so overwhelmed by what you are seeing that you don’t even know you are crying, a sob creeping past your lips. jake startles, not having expected a visceral reaction from you, and you feel him change course, surely finding a place to land his ikran.

this tenderness of his brings more tears to spill from your eyes, your heart weighing in your chest so heavily that you are sure you will explode with it. you push your face on jake’s back again, your arms tightening around his waist, before you press a kiss on his skin.

“i see you, jake,” you say, unsure if your voice would carry to him even amidst the whipping wind.

you feel jake’s hand tighten around your thigh and that is all the confirmation you need.

then, “i see you, baby girl.”

@whats-belay, thank you for letting me use u as a soundboard throughout the four times ive watched atwow! hope you would love this, especially since it’s more coherent than my keyboard smash

#suns.f #jake sully x reader #jake sully x na'vi reader #jake sully x you #jake sully x y/n #jake sully fluff #jake sully fic #jake sully #avatar the way of water #atwow x you #suns #ONE FIC DOWN THE SEVEN OTHER FIC IDEAS TO GO #im so enamoured by this movie i need it injected in my bloodstream

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Omg your boygenius x young artist hc was so cute!! Just like think of how they’d tease you like a little sibling (maybe muna does too if you’d wanna write them in) like maybe your parents send you your senior yearbook since you might have not gotten it yet and they are just horrified you JUST graduated highschool and tease you about how young and cute you look in your photos😭 Imagine them just SCREAMING when you win a grammy like for best new artist and the way they’d go to WAR for you if the tabloids were going after you or your getting a lot of hate or like something happens. Think they went to your graduation and we’re just so proud! ok i’m ranting but your writing is so good and being 19 also maybe i’m projecting but you write them SO WELL!!

THANK YOU 😭😭😭🫶 i’m glad you like them!! i love it so much the dynamics between younger reader and the boys in a younger sibling way is my ultimate favourite!!

tiny bit of projecting in this one too mainly because i live for this trope / (if it’s even a trope) hc blurbs whatever you call it !

i’m trying my hardest to base it off an american school system but since i’m not american i apologise if it isn’t correct trying my best to be as actuate as possible !

i’m not too familiar with muna unfortunately! id love to write them in but feel like i wouldn’t do them justice! in the future 100%

‼️ RPF‼️

HC - boygenius & younger! artist

adding on from here :D

- taking away with some stuff anon said the boys are absolutely HORRIFIED when they realise you graduated school last year. what do you mean you were class of 2023?

- “this is a whole ass child we’re talking to”

- i like to imagine they DID go to your graduation. you knew of the boys since your junior year of highschool. opening for them on their tour when they were in your state.

- so many photos taken. ones with you and the boys in your graduation outfit. it was such a sweet moment. your parents meeting the boys for the first time and they surprise you by going to a nice restaurant. you, your parents and the boys.

- booking the biggest table in the restaurant it’s chaos. laughter and chatter is made. phoebe demanding your parents to bring the yearbook when they drop you off for tour.

- i can imagine the boys forgetting you’re not legal, you’re only 19. the boys going to after party’s with your for music awards and freaking out. “SHIT YOU’RE A FUCKING CHILD” julien is grabbing the car keys to drag you back to the tour bus

- when you get your year book you wish the ground would swallow you up.

- the scene unfolds by the boys acting like a pack of wolves that haven’t eaten in months. all grabbing the book to try and peak into it. lucy being the tallest holds it over all of yours head having the perks of being the tallest

- phoebe turns into an ankle biter in that moment. desperate to laugh at your photos and gossip with you about the tea

- you and the boys spend the rest of the night surrounded by the small tour buss table going through all the photos.

- “that guy? he is a bitch don’t like him. used to be mean to me in class”

- the boys got personal beef with some teenagers they never even met before “it’s on sight for real”

- trips to the theme park. it’s so random but you really wanted to go so up they went one day with you like “road trip!”

- the day you win a grammy is the day they feel like they’ve achieved in life.

- at this point they feel like they raised you. i feel like you might be like 25 or something when you get the grammy “they grow up so fast sniff sniff”

- absolutely goes chaos. standing on chairs and cheering (like julian on sunday 😭)

- they’d go ankle biter mode when tabloids and news articles come for you. it is fake news and rumours yet they are prepared to defend you on their LIFE

- defending you, subtly indirecting / actually going as far as @ ting on main twitter. they don’t take no shit and will immediately be by your side!

#pom writes #boygenius au #boygenius fanfic #boygenius one shot #boygenius x reader #julien baker au #julien baker fanfic #julien baker one shot #julien baker x reader #lucy dacus one shot #lucy dacus au #lucy dacus fluff #lucy dacus fanfic #lucy dacus x reader #phoebe bridgers au #phoebe bridgers fluff #phoebe bridgers one shot #phoebe bridgers fanfic #phoebe bridgers x reader

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xxnghtclls · 8 months

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Chapter 14

(Chapter 13; Chapter 15)

True Form Sukuna x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warning: Graphic Depiction Of Violence

Please see Chapter 1 for tags!

The Visit

Darkness. Red, glowing orbs diving in between your legs. Teeth nibbling and tongue lapping at your folds. Long fingernails diving into the skin of your hips, drawing droplets of blood. Tongue entering your needy cunt. Fucking you. You moan, grabbing his hair, earning a purr from him. His movements gets faster, rougher. So rough, it’s getting uncomfortable. Sharp teeth diving into your skin. It hurts. It hurts so bad, but you’re so close to cum. His teeth get a hold of something, start to pull. The size of a fist. A ripping pain, starting from your uterus, shoots through your whole body. A knot in your abdomen. It tears as soon as the thing gets pulled out of you and you cum. Looking down, panting, with horror in your eyes, you see Sukuna munching on a heart. Your breath stops. The raw muscle. He looks up at you and starts to chuckle. So evil. His red eyes piercing through your mind and heart. His chuckle turns into laughter and as soon as he grabs it with his hand and rises it in front of his face to devour it whole-

You wake up.

With a sharp inhale, you shoot up in your bed, sweating. A cold, wet cloth falls down from your forehead into your lap. It’s dark, the room only illuminated by a candle.

“Shhh” you hear a soft female voice next to you. She touches your shoulder, pushes gently, to lay you back down. It’s the maiden you once met at the well.

“Breathe” she tries to soothe you.

Your eyes are wide open from the panic you felt from this nightmare, as you try to breathe like she says. She smiles softly at you, it helps, but your head hurts.

“What..?” you’re lost in time and space and before she can voice an answer you lift the covers of your bed.

Blood.

She immediately gets up and brings a cotton cloth, wrapping it around her finger and hands it to you.

“Just… put it in there.”

You take it from her, lay back down and push it into your bleeding hole. After that, she motions you to raise your hips in order to put a new sheet under you. You comply and as you do that, you wail in agony. Your whole body is hurting and weak and you remember getting sick.

“What happened?” your voice weak.

“Drink this first.” she holds a cup of some brewed kind of tea to your mouth. You carefully take a sip, before she puts it back next to you.

“You blacked out during the new arrival. You’re sick pretty bad. No wonder, your fever isn’t going down for a week now.” she explains while she wets a cloth with cold water and puts it on your forehead.

The new girl.

You remember.

“When you blacked out, you almost fell down the throne, but Master Sukuna was fast enough to catch you. He carried you back in here. You’ve been sleeping for a whole week.”

He carried me?

You start to feel the pressure from the hole situation going lose, as tears form in your eyes and your lips start to tremble. Covering your face with your hand, you sniff and cry. Feeling her cleaning your thighs from the blood, you start to believe like you can trust her.

“Ah fuck” you say in a thick voice, still sniffing, pushing a chuckle up your lungs.

“Shhh. It’s okay.” she says in a soothing voice.

“What about the new girl? Does he hold a “different kind of interest” for her, too?” you ask. She doesn’t respond, only looks at you worried. “How many are there? You too?“ your voice gets shaky again. She sighs.

“He does have favourites, you know.” she whispers, as she softly pats your forehead with the wet cloth. “He usually spends more time with them and they are allowed to sit up there on his throne with him.”

“I’d rather did not sit up there with him.” you sniff. “What happened to the girl who sat up there before me?”

She gives you a sad look, while she brushes a tear off your face with her thumb. Her wordless answer can‘t mean anything good. Your tears start rolling again.

How could I be so naive?

How could I forget, that I’m just another one of his subordinate?

Forget that I’m not the center of his universe?

Forget, that I’m his, but he’s not mine?

“You need to rest. At least you’re back and conscious.” she says softly. “I know it’s hard. Best thing you can do is try to get over it.”

You huff at her answer. As if that‘s going to be easy.

Knock

The noise hurts in your ears.

The maiden gets up and walks to your door. Faintly you perceive whispers, hearing words of “being awake” and “Master Sukuna”. The conversation ends quickly and the door shuts.

“It was Uraume. They told me, that Master Sukuna wants to see you.” she says softly, caressing your cheek.

Oh no.

“He will be here, after attending some business.”

You sigh. Sukuna is exactly the last person you want to see right now. Maybe the fever will kill you, before he has the chance to visit. Hope dies last. You concentrate hard on the pain and your weakness, hoping that it will just end.

It doesn’t end.

Neither your life, nor your pain.

“Try to sleep some more.” the maiden whispers, while she refreshes the wet cloth on your forehead.

You sigh again and close your eyes. Them being swollen from your crying and you being exhausted from everything helps you to fall asleep quickly.

After a while you wake up again, still seeing the maiden at your side. You look around the room. The candle is out, some light falls in through the windows of your room. It’s the next morning.

“He wasn’t here yet” she says. “No nightmare this time?” You softly shake your head.

Where is he?

“Drink some more of this” she hands you the cup with the tea. Brave as you are, you try to drink half of the cup. It tastes bitter and disgusting and it makes you cough.

“I know. My mother always said, that the medicine has to be more bitter than the sickness.” she says with a smile.

“Uff” you try to swallow a few times to get the aftertaste out of your mouth.

“You might want to change the.. you know.” She says, as she hands you a new piece of folded cotton cloth. You groan as you remember that you started your period with one of the most horrifying fever dreams you ever had in your life. She hands you a bowl, in which you put the fully soaked, bloody piece of cloth in, before you insert the fresh one.

“Thank you.” you mumble. She nods with a smile.

You hate that she told you, that he wants to see you. Although you don’t want him to visit, you’re finding yourself to be in this waiting position. Maybe he won’t come after all. It’s been the whole night. Maybe he was busy anyway, probably replaced you already.

That last thought stings in your heart.

The sad thing is: You’re lying to yourself. You want him to visit. More than anything.

The day passes and you find yourself falling asleep and waking up over and over again. Always checking if he’s there or not.

He never is.

And slowly you lose hope, that he will show up at all.

Your head still feels thick and hurts. Limbs are hurting, too. You’re cold and hot at the same time. It’s been a long while since you were that kind of sick. Not even when you were fighting for survival in the past six years.

The maiden doesn’t leave your side. Sometimes you wake up, seeing her sleeping next to you on the ground. You wonder, who ordered her to take care of you.

Uraume or Sukuna?

It’s your last thought before you fall asleep again.

The sound of the door sliding shut.

Such a familiar sound, it’s faintly hitting your ears. You feel bothered by it and turn around to lay on your right side. The wet piece of cloth sliding off your forehead. The maiden probably just went out to get some new cotton cloths or food or something.

You continue to doze off, trying to not think about anything, listening to your breathing. After a few minutes, you feel something tickling at your cheek, caressing your skin and then you recognise it. It’s energy. His energy.

He’s here.

Heart starts to ache and your lips start to tremble again, nose swells, tears ready to go. A hand gently lays on your forehead. It feels your skin, which is probably cold and moist and burning. Fingers so tender brushing over your forehead. Some time passes like this and you don’t dare to turn to face him.

His hand lays flat on your forehead and starts to push. His skin on yours starts getting hotter and hotter, feels as if its burning into your forehead. Suddenly you feel the pain increase, your blood feels like it’s boiling. Your body starts to shiver heavily, feel like you’re going to throw up any second, before all of it gets sucked out of your mind. You inhale sharply, opening your eyes, before he retreats his hand.

The pain is gone.

You slowly turn around, only to see him sitting on the floor right next to your futon, leaning against the wall. The room is dark, candle is not burning. Only some moonlight is coming in through the windows. You can faintly see his face. Sukuna is looking down at you sternly, with wide eyes, almost glowing in the dark just like in your dream. Sad eyes look back to him and brows furrow in sorrow. Silence being as present, as air in this room and after a while, you lower your gaze and decide to break it.

“You’re late” you whisper. He doesn’t respond. One of his right hands lays on the ground, right next to you and you unconsciously reach out for it. Your fingers slowly glide into his hand, picking it up and placing it on the futon. His hand now resting right next to your face, you squeeze it softly and place a kiss on his knuckles, caressing his skin with your thumb, before your wet eyes close again, to fall back to sleep. Not even drifted fully back into unconsciousness yet, you feel his hand slip out of yours and hear him leaving the room.

You can‘t bear the loss of his touch.

You wake up to the sight of the maiden sitting next to you. She’s opened the windows, bright light from outside falls into the room. You’re feeling healthy.

How?

“Uraume ordered me to stay by your side today. You should be fully recovered tomorrow, they say.”

“Mhmm” you hum as you look to the window in the corner, thinking about how he magically healed your bad fever.

“Uhm… Master Sukuna left this for you.” she says as she points to a neatly folded kimono, laying on the floor next to her. You look at it. Mixed feelings stir in your stomach, as you see that it’s once again similar to his. Dark blue edges, deep red ornaments, same obi as his. This time, a black scarf is part of it, too.

“Thank you” you say tired and emotionless.

The day goes by and you keep staring out of the window. There’s a longing in your heart. Something stirs in you of which you think, you must do. The sun sets and you notice some snowflakes getting blown in along with a soft, cold breeze. It must be december now and cold, dark, short days lay ahead.

Your caretaker leaves you something to eat, shortly before she leaves the room, having finished her duty of staying by your side.

You get up, minutes after she left, gently sliding open the door.

It’s about time now.

You listen and then you hear it. The cart on the stone floor. It’s coming your way and you hurry to slide the door shut again. Quietly. After a few moments, you hear the knocking of the door to his chambers. You peek out of your door. It’s the new girl. Anger grows inside your heart, as you watch her walk inside his chambers. You turn around to look at the kimono he left you. Chewing on your lip, you hesitate.

It’s cold.

You decide put it on. With quiet footsteps you walk along the hallway, to his door. Breathing heavily, you rise your trembling hand to knock. Your motion gets interrupted by his energy, placing itself around your wrist and throat, holding you back. You stop.

Muffled sounds of heavy breathing start to creep through the door right into your ears. Heavy breathing turns into female moaning.

Favourite my ass.

Anger bottles up in your heart, as you take a few steps back, not wanting to hear any more of whatever they do in there. You feel anger towards Sukuna, anger towards that girl. You remember all the things he did to you, all those smiles and smirks and soft words he spoke to you.

Was any of it even real?

The soft touch of his hand on your forehead.

Why did he heal me, when he‘s just going to replace me?

Was it just for his own advantage? That you can continue to clean these halls and be his little fucktoy?

You feel used. Another asshole took advantage of you. You didn’t even see it coming and this time, you even failed to be emotionless. So many emotions are involved and you absolutely hate the way he wrapped you around his finger only within a few days. It feels like you forgot what you’ve learned all your life. Growing up in that shithole of a village. Sukuna was your saviour for burning that shithole down and you put him on a pedestal for it, lending him your heart and body, just for him to crush it. It hurts so much, but right now, your anger overshadows it. All of it. You feel so much hate towards his actions right now. Feel so much hate towards yourself, for not being able to actually hate him, his eyes and the warmth he embraced you in.

You think about the thing you felt while looking outside the window this morning, and you can sense how it slowly manifests in your heart and mind.

I need to leave. Now.

#true form sukuna #sukuna #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #sukuna smut #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #true form sukuna smut #fanfiction #slowburn #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #true form sukuna x reader #true form sukuna x you #permission #permission chapters

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pink-sparkly-witch · 1 year

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The Widow - Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

Summary: Sam and Y/N are happily married, but everything changes after a fatal car accident leaves her a widow. The Winchester motto: "Family Don't End with Blood," takes on a whole new meaning for Y/N as she navigates her new normal with the help of her brother-in-law, Dean. But what no one can tell her, is what happens when she falls in love again?

Pairing: Sam Winchester x F!Reader (past) | Dean Winchester x F!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, fluff

Words: 2,416

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Dean’s POV

Dean doesn’t feel better for the amount of whiskey he drank last night. He feels worse. Much worse. The guilt hasn’t been washed away like he’d hoped it would be; not just guilt that he’d fucked his brother’s widow, but also that he’d left her alone in his bed afterwards. That was not one of his finer moments, and if he could take it back, he’d have stayed there with her wrapped in his arms all night long.

Last night with Y/N was everything he could’ve imagined and more, but he knows not to hope for anything more than that. She’s far too good for him. Too kind. Too caring. Too beautiful. He doesn’t deserve her. Especially after he tricked her into kissing him and then took her to bed. And the hatred he had for himself just kept on coming. How could he do that?

He really fucked things up. He always does. Another reason he doesn’t deserve her – or rather, she doesn’t deserve him. He can feel tears prick at his eyes again, but sniffs them back as he hears movement from upstairs. Y/N will be down soon, and he’ll be damned if she sees him cry like a baby when he knows she’s hurting way more than he is right now.

As soon as she walks through the door, he looks down, feeling far too cowardly to look at her. “Morning, sweetheart. How’d you sleep?” He asks, trying to make himself look busy.

“Fine. Though it looks like you’ve had a rough night,” Y/N replies, and Dean can hear the tremor in her voice. He swears if he could punch himself in the face he’d knock himself out cold for what he’s done to her.

“Couldn’t sleep. You want coffee?” He glances up at her for the first time, but only because he hears her keys jangling.

“I have to go.” Y/N’s voice is monotone, and he squeezes his eyes shut, knowing that all her pain and anger is because of him.

“Sweetheart, I thought we were gonna talk about this? You promised me, good or bad,” he begs. Yes, she did promise him that, but he’s well aware that he shifted the goalposts on that promise when he took her into his bed.

“And we will,” her voice is trembling and her eyes are watering, and Dean would rather face the hounds of hell than see this much pain on her beautiful face. “But I can’t right now, okay?” She avoids eye contact with him as she turns to walk away.

“Y/N, please! Don’t walk away from me on this! It’s too important. You’re too important.” Dean knows he’s losing her, and desperately tries to stop her from walking out that door, because he fears that if she does, he’ll never see her again.

“And I said I can’t right now, Dean!” Her tears fall thick and fast and her words leave her in a sob. “I need some time with all of this, okay? It’s too much. And I’m meeting Jody soon. I’ll call you later, so why don’t you get some sleep now that I’m not in your bed,” she finishes with pure venom in her voice and wipes the tears from her eyes as she turns to walk out the door.

“Y/N! It’s not like that, I swear! You’ve got it all wrong!” Dean shouts, but is met with nothing but the sound of his door slamming.

Running after her and trying to get to her before she drives off, he swings the door open and sprints down the front steps, but he isn’t quick enough. Y/N is already in the car and is driving down the street.

“Son of a bitch!” Dean yells, not caring for his neighbours or the early hour, and goes back inside and slams the door shut. Picking up his cell phone, he calls the only person he trusts with something this big.

“Dad? I messed up with Y/N and I don’t know if I can fix it.”

“You gonna tell me what happened, son, or are you just gonna sit there and hope it goes away?” John asks, but Dean keeps his eyes fixed on the floor.

With a loud sigh, John sits next to him and also remains silent. Dean had always had a deep, sensitive side – just like his mother, John always told him – and Dean knew his father would sit right there next to him until he was ready to talk about it.

“I slept with Y/N,” Dean eventually murmurs, glancing up only when John lets out a low whistle.

“Didn’t she have a date last night?” he frowns, and Dean can see the cogs turning behind his concerned gaze.

“Yeah. It was the perfect date with the perfect guy,” Dean sighs, and drags his hand over his face.

“I’m not following here,” John chuckles. “If it was the perfect date with the perfect guy, why did she end up in your bed?”

“She came to me upset after the date because Jacob,” Dean scoffs his name, “apparently, was the perfect gentleman and took her on the perfect date and kissed her goodnight. But Y/N didn’t feel anything. She said she felt numb and then got even more upset asking me if Sammy was the only person she was supposed to be with, and if she was broken for not feeling anything with date dude.

“I tried to convince her she was wrong, that he just wasn’t the guy for her, but she was too far inside her head, you know how she gets. She was gonna go home, but I didn’t think she should be alone. I kissed her as a kinda experiment to see if she felt anything with me. I was expecting disgust, honestly, but she started to kiss back and it just…” Dean doesn’t finish his thought. Doesn’t need to, so he lets it hang in the air.

“And it led to you two having sex,” John nods in understanding of his son’s panicked babbling. “What makes you think you’ve fucked things up with her?”

“After, when she was asleep, the guilt I felt that I’d slept with Sammy’s wife and that I took advantage of her… it was killing me and I went downstairs and drank. And I cried,” Dean’s voice was cracking as he tried to keep his emotions in check. “And I begged him to forgive me for falling in love with his girl, and I prayed that she wouldn’t hate me in the morning.”

“You left her alone after sleeping with her? Dean, tell me you went back to bed?” John asks and curses loudly. “How could you do that? Do you know what she must’ve been feeling?”

“Dad–”

“No, you will listen to me!” John barks, and Dean is quick to shut his mouth and slump down in the chair. “You are the first person she’s been with since her husband and you left her alone? You say you felt guilty about it, how do you think she felt, Dean? Do you think she doesn’t feel guilty? Doesn’t feel like she has betrayed her husband by sleeping with his brother? Do you think maybe she woke up in the morning, alone, in a cold, empty bed and thought ‘oh, I’m just another notch on Dean’s bedpost,’ on top of the guilt and the betrayal and the shame, huh? Did you even stop to think about that?”

“I didn’t,” Dean admits sadly. “I got so caught up in thinking about Sammy and that I’d taken advantage of her that I never stopped to consider how she was feeling.”

“Y/N is not one to be taken advantage of, son. If she slept with you, it’s because she wanted to,” John states firmly before the two men share a moment of silence. Dean, at least, is thankful for a break in the interrogation and hopes a break in tension happens soon too.

“Listen, Dean,” John speaks, much calmer than he’d been before. “She’d chop off your balls if you tried something she didn’t want!” he smirks and, with a sad smile Dean nods in agreement with him.

“If you want my opinion, Dean, you need to sit down with her and talk about this and what comes next. And you need to accept how she feels and what she says.” John claps Dean’s shoulder and stands, making his way to the fridge and pulling out two bottles of beer.

“Nah,” Dean shakes his head, refusing the beer. “I think I’ll go to the garage for a few hours. Seems like a good time to bash the frame of that Mustang back into shape. Give me time to think a bit before I call her.”

“Don’t leave it too long, Dean. She needs to know she wasn’t a mistake,” John’s voice is firm and leaves no room for argument.

“Yes, sir,” Dean replies as he stands and puts his jacket on.

“And Dean? If you need it, you have my blessing to be with her. And I’m sure you have Sammy’s too. If you’re in love and will be happy together, then I support you. Sam would want her to be happy and to be with a good man. You’re a good man, Dean, but you need to fix this. I’m not losing both of them,” John warns and Dean nods.

“You won’t,” he promises. “I’ll fix it.”

Working out all the dents and scratches, and doing the welding work on the body of the beat up old Mustang was somewhat therapeutic to Dean, and he felt like he’d managed to work out most of his frustrations at himself within a few hours. Y/N had mentioned that morning that she was meeting Jody and he didn’t think she’d lie to him about something like that, so he’d give her a little more time before he went over.

The thought that if he called her, she wouldn’t pick up has been at the forefront of his mind, so he decided showing up at her house, knowing she’ll let him in even if it was reluctantly, is the better option. She’s too polite to turn him away, and he knows she wouldn’t make a scene at her doorstep with her nosy neighbours always watching from their windows.

As Dean cleans up the shop and puts away the tools he’s been using, his phone starts to ring. With a heavy dread settling in his stomach, he sees that it’s Jody calling, and he knows she’s going to tear him a new one.

“Hey, Jody,” he answers the call, trying to hide his nerves.

“How are you, Dean?” she asks, concern lacing her voice, and it takes him off guard.

“I’ve been better,” he chuckles sadly.

“I bet,” Jody responds.

“How’s Y/N?” Dean asks before holding his breath for the answer.

“I’d say about as good as you,” Jody laughs softly. “Look, Dean, I’m not calling to burst your balls, but I do need to know one thing.”

“Anything,” Dean agrees quickly.

“Do you regret what happened last night?” Jody asks and Dean’s heart shatters.

“What? No! Of course not,” he insists sincerely.

“She thinks you do, Dean.”

“Shit! She does? Is that why she couldn’t get away from me quick enough this morning?” Dean feels a small bloom of hope in his chest that this won’t end as badly as he thinks it will.

“Alright, I don’t have a lot of time here, Y/N’s in the restroom and will be back any minute, so I’m just gonna say this. You slept with her then left her alone in bed all night while you were drowning your sorrows in a bottle of whiskey. She wakes up to an empty bed, feeling guilty for betraying her husband, and when she comes downstairs she finds an empty liquor bottle and the first man she’s fucked since her husband avoiding eye contact with her. How would you interpret that, Dean?”

“Fuck!” Dean yells, feeling even worse than he did this morning if that was possible.

“You need to talk this out with her,” Jody advises sternly.

“You’re right, I do. And I’m planning on going to the house later. I wanted to make sure she was home from seeing you first,” Dean replies. “Can you do me a favour and text me when she’s on her way?”

“I’ll convince her to order dessert at The Bunker. It shouldn’t be hard, her favourite is on the specials,” Jody says, and Dean can hear the smile in her voice. “I can stall her for about an hour if you want to come by and drive her home.”

“Yes, ma’am, I’ll be waiting outside. Thanks, Jody,” Dean smiles.

“No problem, kiddo. Good luck!”

And with that, Jody ends the call. Smiling for the first time all day, Dean quickly finishes tidying up before hurrying home to shower and change into clean clothes before going to see Y/N. The last thing he needs is to be having a serious conversation and pouring his heart out while covered in grease and sweat.

Dean gets to The Bunker with time to spare, but he wouldn’t have had it any other way. He wants to be waiting for her. He wants her to know that she’s important to him and that he wants to fix things between them.

He parks Baby outside the restaurant and gets out of the car, leaning against her hood and waiting patiently for Y/N. When he sees her walking towards him, his heart skips a beat, and he can’t remember a time when he’d felt more nervous, and it reaffirms just how much she’s come to mean to him these past few months.

Dean watches as she laughs with Jody, but his heart sinks when he sees her stop suddenly, her smile fading as their eyes meet. He keeps his eyes on her and sees Jody lean in and say something to her.

After the brief conversation, the women hug and part ways, and Jody sends a wink and a thumbs up his way. Y/N lowers her gaze and slowly walks towards him. When he opens the passenger door for her, she finally glances up.

“Hey,” she says as she gets in the car.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he smiles, but he isn’t confident it reaches his eyes, because he’s so damn nervous about what comes next.

Next Chapter>>

@deans-spinster-witch @muchamusedaboutnothing @kazsrm67 @twinkleinadiamondsky @waters-2567 @leigh70 @waynes-multiverse @jesllianaquilesrolonsworld @chriszgirl92 @stoneyggirl2 @marilynnlew @ilovedean-spn2 @deans-baby-momma @acitygrownwillow @xxsovereignsarayaxx @frozenhuntress67 @lacilou @rach5ive @iprobablyshipit91

#the widow #dean winchester x reader #au dean winchester x reader #angst #tw: grief #tw: grieving

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lunamaraproject · 2 months

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LUNAMARA: Fragments [8]

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The old paper crinkles pleasantly under Felix’s fingers. For all he loves the sleek design of the tablets he usually teaches from, sometimes the tactile realness of paper is more enjoyable. Plus, when it comes to educating the princess, such luxurious materials are nigh on expected, so he can get away with requesting them.

“So this is you,” he explains as Elsie leans halfway over the desk, her hair spilling over her shoulders and nearly blocking his view.

“It doesn’t look like me,” she critiques with the honesty one can only expect from a girl barely 60. She grabs the nearest pencil and starts drawing hair and a dress onto the anatomical model.

“Okay, you fix it. Will you listen to my explanation while you fix it?”

“Mmhmm!”

She’s fairly good at multitasking, so he presses on. “When you eat manna, it goes down into your stomach here,” he both holds his hand on his belly, and taps on the diagram with his highlighter. Helpfully, she draws a star where he tapped. “Yes, there. Once it’s in your stomach, your body takes the manna, and breaks it down. What does it break it down into?”

“I dunno,” she says first, but he waits, until eventually she hedges a guess. “Maen?”

“Yes!” he grins brightly. “Maen is the energy that makes up all magic in the universe. It’s actually a shortening of ‘magical energy’, neat right?”

Elsie is too busy adding frills to the hem of her dress to actually agree with him about how interesting etymology is. A shame.

“Once the maen is in your body, it travels around it on the maen circuits. They run right next to your veins and nerves, and have special ‘pools’ all over, where the maen gathers. Can you draw more stars where I point?”

“Yeah,” she agrees, and he begins working around the body. First, travelling up the chest, then the neck, then the head. She has to draw the stars very small here, because there are so many points particularly on the face and skull. It looks like the figure sneezed on a constellation. “I can’t even see the eyes any more…”

“That’s okay, we’ll draw a bigger head in a minute so you can fit the stars in better,” Felix chuckles. “It’s important to know where the pools are, because they’re the places where maen exits the body when we use it to cast magic. Different kinds of magic use different pools on the body. So when I give you a kiss on your booboos, it’s not because I’m trying to eat you up!”

Elsie gives him a dry look. “I know that. I’m not 40.”

“I know you’re not!” he holds his hands up in surrender. “But I’ll always remember the time when I pretended to eat you, and you got really scared!”

“Well I don’t remember that at all,” she sniffs, then turns back to adding more details to her dress on the paper. “Are there pools on the hands?”

“Yes there are, very good! And also all up the arms here…”

It doesn’t take long to cover the rest of the figure in stars, on the front and the back side. Meanwhile, Elsie’s dress design is also coming along swimmingly.

“Did you get the idea for this dress from the present you got from the Naribians?” Felix asks.

“Yes, but I’m making it better with my own parts,” she says airily.

“You know, humans have maen circuits too!”

Now this finally gets her full attention. She looks at him like he’s grown a second head. “They do?”

“Yep! They’re veeeery thin and don’t get used much. Unlike starfolk, humanfolk can’t use their maen circuits by just thinking about it. So do other animals and plants, but even smaller, nearly not there at all.”

“Ohhh…” she trails off, mulling this new information over. “Doesn’t it hurt?”

“No, it’s not like with us where it hurts them to not use magic every now and then. They can live their whole lives and never use it, and be perfectly healthy!”

She continues to chew on this new fact for another minute of silence, before suddenly saying. “But what if that’s why they die fast? Humans, and animals.”

Admittedly, Felix wasn’t expecting that. Leave it to kids to come up with unexpected questions. He’s struck silent for a moment, pondering this himself. Who knows, maybe that was the reason. He’s not educated enough to know for sure. But then, when he’s not even an adult himself, he’s not sure what people are expecting.

“You know what, I don’t know!” he finally says with a laugh. “Let’s make a note of it, so we can look it up later in the library or with one of the professors.”

“Okay,” she agrees, scribbling the note in the top corner of the paper. “It doesn’t make much sense that the plants like trees live almost as long as we do, but the humans don’t. Humans look almost just like us, but their ears are weird and small and their bodies are big and hairy.”

“Sure do!”

"Do you think if I tried I could grow hair on my face like them?"

"... Maybe one day, Elsie!"

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More from LUNAMARA:

Fragments [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8]<-- More every Thursday!

Comic [Prologue]

Art by Luka (http://nousanti.tumblr.com/) Story by Pidge (http://pidgestories.tumblr.com/)

#felix cygnus #princess elsennae #lunamara #lunamara project #pidgestories #nousanti #artists on tumblr

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pluttskutt · 5 months

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Eddie just wants to find the dragon in the caves beneath Old Town and Robin dreams of having a dragon as her familiar so she tries to help but they can't find the way down there and Nancy isn't much help because she keeps insisting there are no caves beneath Old Town.

They keep searching tho and they end up meeting the werewolves alone, but it's not the whole pack so they get out just fine thanks to Robin's teleportation spell. I mean, if you count Eddie's gaping wound on his thigh from being ripped open fine but he heals fast so yeah it's fine.

Nancy doesn't like the news of werewolves and vanishes to check in with her kin what drew them there, not knowing that the pack is chasing Eddie.

He crosses the bridge to the city and visits a bar. Laiswall is fine with many alternative options to consume blood but the city offers far more. His first stop is a club owned by a rather famous vampire.

All it takes is one sniff and he knows that Steve is there. Why a human would be insane enough to hang around vampires he'd never understand, but he finds him quickly and forces him out of there before a pair of red eyes enthralls him and sucks him dry.

Steve is just about to scold him when the werewolves ambush them. This time, their Alpha is with them and the battle is far from fair. Vampires from the club rush out to help but Eddie gets bit in the fight and that seals his doom.

Werewolf bites are deadly to vampires, a relic of old from when they were nothing but soulless husks tearing into humans. The werewolves were protectors then, wolves stalking the dark to rid the world of the bloodsucking creations.

The one that bit Eddie isn't werewolf by blood but he's deadly still; it just takes longer and drags out the torture. How long he's got is unknown but Robin tries to find a spell to help and even calls for Nancy but the fairy is still with her kin.

So, Steve does the only rational thing one can do in these situations.

He calls upon the Goddess of Death.

AKA, mum.

#fruity four spooky au #steddie #ronance #vampire eddie munson #the werewolves are shapeshifters in origin which is why they aren't welcome in laiswall #they already got their terretorial shapeshifter

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kneelingshadowsalome · 5 months

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hi! hope you are well <3 for the character ask game!

#21 - könig

#9 - simon & könig

#25 - tf141

Hey!! 🩷💌 I’m doing much better, thanks ^^ Got some good news this week that should help my life situation quite a bit next year!

Answers for the ask game:

I don’t prefer to write him as this dirty talking, “guide you through it” dom. I imagine König getting a little overwhelmed when he gets to have sex. He’s not eloquent enough to keep his dom game intact, I imagine things like heavy breathing and awkward noises and staring at you, dead in the eye without blinking instead O_O Maybe he blurts out something odd or pervy if he’s feeling exceptionally chatty, but mainly just concentrates on rutting you desperately, maybe tells you he’s about to cum… What a sweetheart <3

21. If you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? What's something you don't like?

I like to do this “Tell them he’s neurodivergent without telling them he’s neurodivergent” thing with König. I also code him as mentally unstable in every story. Even the nun fic has a few hints of him not being entirely sane :D

I imagine Simon just disappearing without a trace for weeks and then coming back after I’ve just gotten used to him never being home. I’d be walking around in my bathrobe or something (oops this got super self-indulgent really fucking fast) and then I’d get flustered again, because how do you ever get to know your insanely hot, huge, stoic roommate, let alone get comfortable with them if they’re never there?!

9. Could you be roommates with this character?

With Simon? HAHAH I’d be so down bad for this man from day one and try to cover it by feigning disinterest or even ignorance. I’d be the cat who stares at a wall when he comes home (and then be a creep and sniff his gym shirt when he’s not looking)

Could I be roommates with König…. *wrings hands furiously* Uh, uh, uhhh, I think I’d be the type of roommate who makes coffee and food for the both of us, I’d get a bit motherly over this man. Try to flirt with him by feeding him and being extra sweet. I’d be flustered again but in a different way, try to cover it by acting like this cool soft girl or something :S

I think König would be more open to communication with how things should be arranged, wherein Simon would just do the dishes and disappear again without saying a word.

And why do I get the feeling that König would leave his dirty laundry lying around everywhere?? I’d nag about it just for the sake of seeing if he’d get embarrassed (he would!!). Yes, some unknown, ghastly mommy kink activated here for sure... omg

25. First impression(s) of TF141 and how I feel about them now

Simon “Ghost” Riley

First impression: Good God this man is annoying. So cringe. Please go see a therapist asap

Now: I’m sorry for everything I did to you <3 I’m sorry for babygirlifying you <3 <3 <3 It’s your own fault though, why are you so fine T_T

John “Soap” MacTavish

First impression: Wow wow wow what a fuckboy pretty boy puppy boy babe. Wow. And he’s Scottish? Could someone please punch this man???

Now: Stop it!!!!! Please stop hurting this man, what are you insane?!?

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

First impression: Aww. What a sweet boy ^^

Now: He’s sane, he’s sound, he’s disciplined and he’s husband material. It’s terrifying. Also why does no one dress him in full leather and give him a bike... I need him riding into the sunset without a care in the world. Let loose a bit. Go grab a bourbon and a girl and say goodbye to all that pew pew shit

Captain Jonathan Price

First impression: Oh look, it’s my husband! I wish he still smoked cigars….

Now: Oh look, it’s my husband! Maybe that’s why I don’t write fics about this man…......

#ask games

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dualityvn · 9 months

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I dunno if anyone asked this, but could you please write a drabble for UT!Tenebris x MC?

A Milkshake and A Night Under The Stars (UT!Tenebris x GN!Reader)

This was slightly inspired by valentinax3's ask about making a deal with Tenebris. Enjoy!

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"What is this one?"

"It's a chocolate milkshake. You drink it through this straw. The little tube poking out at the top," you explain to the creature eyeing the cup in your hand. "Wanna try it?"

As one arm reaches out, it morphs into a human one so it can easily grab the treat you've brought him. He hesitates as he brings it to his face and leans in to sniff it. He must not find anything suspicious because quickly after, he sips from the straw.

"Do you like it?"

The many eyes light up with delight. You've seen them do that every time you presented him with a new type of sweet treat. Each time, you find it very cute. Something so big and scary is obsessed with sweets.

"It's good. Very sweet, just like the rest. But I'm beginning to discern between them... What will we do in exchange for it?"

Some time ago, you'd made a deal with "the monster in the forest." You'd bring him the sweets he'd grown so fond of and in exchange, he'd let you get to know him. It was a deal that had perplexed him at first. He couldn't see why you'd want such a thing. Yet he'd accepted nonetheless.

"Since it's nighttime and the sky is clear, I was thinking we could stargaze."

"Very well. I appreciate that this one does not involve other humans."

He brings the straw back to his mouth. You watch the contents of the cup being drained at an impressive speed. Within mere seconds, it's empty. He hands it back to you and you store it away in your backpack.

"I mean, I was thinking we could do it from the top of one of the buildings in the city. The forest is kinda dense for it," you explain.

Half a dozen eyes narrow at you. "No. There is a large clearing deeper in. We're going there, where it is quiet and dark. Your loud vehicles and blinding lights would no longer bother us."

Under different circumstances, going deep into the forest with a monster would be a terrible idea. But if he wanted to harm you, he would've done it many times by now. So you take the risk.

"Okay, fair enough. How do we get there?"

He turns his back to you, then crouches down. "It will be too slow if I let you walk. Get on my back."

You pause, caught by surprise. He's never allowed you to touch him this much before. When you'd tried, he'd move away or snarl at you. Still, you aren't about to refuse the offer. You climb on and wrap your arms around his neck.

His skin is cold, but his hair feels soft as it brushes against your cheek. He smells like grass and honey. The lizard tail and his hunched position help keep you in place once he takes off.

You now see why he suggested you'd be slow. It wasn't an insult, it was a fact when you compared it to the speed he was running at. He wasn't only fast. He was also agile. You never once got smacked by any branches or bushes.

"Am I heavy?" you ask.

"Heavy? You come nowhere close to it. Not to me, at least."

You're not sure if even ten minutes have passed before he comes to a stop and lowers himself again to put you down.

The clearing he spoke of is indeed big. The stars are much more beautiful here, compared to the city. They look like glitter spread over dark fabric. You can't help but smile looking at it.

"You're right. This is much better."

He huffs as he plops down onto the grass with a loud thud. "Of course I am."

You suppress a chuckle and join him.

You'd noticed earlier, but now you have time to inspect him properly. He's dressed up. An intricate necklace resembling golden branches with precious stones instead of fruits hangs over his chest. A similar golden arm band matches one around his tail. And he's wearing pants. Something he didn't do the first time you'd met him in this form. He'd kept in mind you weren't a fan of complete nudity.

Three eyes shift to look at you questioningly. "I thought we came here to look at stars. Why are you staring at me?"

"Sorry, I was just thinking you look nice."

The eyes widen, then quickly look away. You get the impression he's flustered.

"Shouldn't this form frighten you? Why do you always ask me to stick to it instead of the human ones?"

"I like it. And you said the human form takes effort to maintain. I want you to be comfortable," you respond.

He only lets out a grunt and reverts his attention to the sky. You do the same.

You don't know a lot about stars. He does. So you ask a lot of questions. He answers each one without complaint. And when you both lay on your backs to get a better view and you scooch a little closer until your shoulders touch, he doesn't push you away.

It's pleasant. You feel oddly at peace. His voice is deep but soothing. Accompanied by the sounds of crickets and frogs, it begins to lull you to sleep. Your eyelids become heavy. As they close and you drift off to a land of dreams, you feel something brushing away a few strands of hair from your face.

#duality game #yandere #dating sim #visual novel #duality tenebris #duality drabble

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cal-writes-never · 2 years

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hello!! I haven't seen any toh fics so I was wondering if you could do a fic with Luz viewing the reader (who is a year older) as an older sibling, reader refuses to accept the title but one day accidentally refers to Luz as her sister and I'll leave the rest up to you :b

adjustment

set during season one, just a little bit after the episode lost in language. sorry it's so short and rushed, i really did love this request<3 as always i am completely okay with redoing it if you would like me to!

pairings: luz + older sibling!reader, king + older sibling!reader, eda + child!reader

summary: the new human has replaced your spot in the eyes of your family, yet maybe she's a little more tolerable than you initially cut her out to be.

word count: 900

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Jealousy was an understatement. Eda had been spending all her time with the new human ever since she brought her back from the other realm, and even King and Hooty seemed to prefer her. It was stupid. Eda claimed you no longer needed her assistance as you were a fast learning witch, which you should’ve easily taken as a compliment- and usually you would! However, when it felt as if she was replacing you with someone who didn’t even have a bile sac, it hurt more than anything.

It's not like you could go to your best friends, Edric and Emira, about it, either. Over the years you'd learned that they had no concept of when it was an inappropriate time to crack a joke, and King would most certainly side with Luz and call you what you were: jealous. Hooty was out of the question. You knew you should give Luz a chance, she was a nice girl, after all, and you knew she was basically your sister as much as King was your brother, yet admitting it was easier said than done.

The bell rung (rung?) in Hexside to signify the end of the day, and as always, you waited for Luz outside the gates before heading home. It's not that you hated her - far from it, actually. She was an incredible person. But you resented her. Resented her for stealing your family, the only ones you had known your whole life, and resented her for even stealing your best friends, for the twins had now been sizing her up after the incident in the library with Amity. It made you feel terrible.

So when Luz came running up to you, gushing about her day and the new student she somehow managed to win over, you faked a smile and told her how happy you were for her. Why was it so easy for her to be liked? Why couldn’t you be like that, why couldn’t you make everyone as happy as she made them?

“So I told him that I have no siblings back in the human world, but here I have two! One’s a demon, but he’s the perfect little brother, and the other is a super cool witch and the best older sibling in the Boiling Isles!” You couldn’t help but feel a slight tug in your heartstrings as you began to walk back to the Owl House side by side, listening to Luz continue, feeling your lips morph into more and more of a smile as the time went by. By the time you’d returned home, you were fighting back the tears that threatened to spill, and this time they weren’t tears of envy or bitterness, no, they were tears of an older sibling who was so proud of who their little sister was becoming.

Luz ran off into her room as you sat on the sofa beside your adoptive mother, greeting her as usual. “Well, Y/n, if I’m being honest, that’s certainly the nicest I’ve seen you act towards Luz.” Eda casually admitted, chuckling as your brows furrowed.

“What do you mean? I’m always nice to her!” You retorted.

“I know, I know. But I know you’re not, let’s say, her biggest fan; I see the faces you pull whenever she does something better than you.” She reasoned, checking out her nails as she spoke.

“Gee, thanks.”

“You know I’m right.”

You sighed and leaned back. “Yeah, I know… I guess she’s grown on me recently. She’s just like my little sister, I’m-” but you were interrupted from a loud sniff coming from the door. There stood the little sister in question, eyes brimming with tears as she stared at you, your face heating up quicker than King runs when food is mentioned.

“Oh my gosh!” Luz flapped her hands and hopped from one foot to the other for a few seconds, before running across the room and throwing herself beside you, barely leaving a second before enveloping you in a hug. “You said it back! You said it back! We’re siblings!”

Tears began to fall from both your eyes, and you swore you could see Eda’s face become slightly emotional at the scene before her. Her children were finally accepting each other. “Yeah, of course we are. I’m sorry I ever made you feel as if you couldn’t believe that.” you apologised, pulling away from the hug to look her in the eyes to show you were being sincere. She chuckled slightly as she wiped the tears from her eyes.

“It’s alright, I know I kind of barged in here with no warning. That must have taken a lot of getting used to.” Luz sympathised.

“Oh, it did.” you giggled and she joined in, turning to Eda who was smiling uncontrollably. “You okay there?” the older witch simply nodded, flicking her wrist a couple of times to urge you to continue.

Usually, slip ups would cost you. There had been countless times when you’d said something wrong, or done something dumb and the next thing you knew you were losing friends or even being kicked out of your house, looking after yourself alone in Bonesborough. But now you could finally say you had a family - a loving family - and Luz was most certainly a part of that. Your little sister would never leave your side, and you would never leave hers.

#the owl house x reader #luz x reader #eda x reader #eda clawthorne x reader #luz noceda x reader #owl house x reader #toh x reader

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be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie · 1 year

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You know what, I want a fic where ikran racing is like a super big thing (think like the Pandoran version of derbies and all that) and is a big part of the culture. Nobody knows what to do with Spider who, being a human, doesn't really stand much of a chance but still seems intent on participating, so they just make him the clan ikran groomer to keep him out of trouble. Enter Neteyam, his best friend Lo'ak's older brother who's on the fast-track to take their father's place as ikran racing champion---or at least he was. Recently he's been having major trouble and things aren't looking good.

Imagine over the next few months Spider, who has like a shit-ton of knowledge about ikrans due to the fact that he's been the caretaker of pretty much all of them since he was knee-high to a grasshopper, helps Neteyam in secret to fix whatever's happening meanwhile they sort of fall in love even though they really shouldn't (for various reasons). Think of all of the themes that could be explored! Think of the angst! Neteyam strikes me as a brooder, so think of all the brooding!

And what's even better? This could also work for all you locorro people out there. Picture, if you will, a Lo'ak who's stuck in the shadow of his father (the greatest ikran racer known to Na'vi) and Neteyam, who seems to be following in the footsteps of their father's greatness. Desperate to prove himself, he comes to Spider for help (let's just say he and his ikran don't really. . . vibe) and Spider agrees despite all of his misgivings and fast-forward through a whole training/bonding/falling in love and finding themselves montage and boom!

How would either of these end? Idk. But man do I want this and if I don't get it I may just have to take matters into my own hands. (For some reason I just dig chill ikran caretaker Spider and high-strung, works himself to the bone to achieve perfection Neteyam or desperate to prove himself despite the fact that both him and his ikran are a mess Lo'ak.)

HOLY FUCK this is my favorite ask of all time. Alright that's it new tag folks: the people need this fic we are begging for it (please explore I have gone back and tagged appropriately).

Hey buddy hey fam I am a huge huge Star Wars fan and you are gonna come in here with your fucking Anakin Skywalker podracing au fic and think I'm not gonna sniff that shit out instantly? Ur crazy dog.

-Spider is like, THE guy for the Omaticaya's ikran care. It's tradition that if you want to participate in ikran racing then you care for ikran for a year before you complete your iknimaya, but Spider has been doing this shit for years longer than anyone else.

-He's like an expert all of them love him, he's like the Hiccup of the Omaticaya he knows all their weak spots, their favorite foods, things they're allergic too, plants that bother them, their favorite places to be scratched: kid could probably ride everyone's ikran even without a rider, but only a select few people have noticed.

-Toruk Makto is the most famous ikran racer because motherfucker rides a toruk. He doesn't participate on toruk anymore after a big legendary competition, and the only person that rivals him is his equally legendary wife (who's better than him it's just toruk that makes Jake better lol)

-Neytiri is as good as she is because unlike a lot of other ikran riders, she does all the care for her ikran alone. It is something she has instilled in her family, but, they are busy. Busy running and leading their clan. So sometimes, Spider steps in. But still the amount of time they dedicate to their ikran compared to others means it's hard not to notice Spider's expertise

-I love the idea of Neytiri being like "yeah no one but me or Spider can touch my ikran, hands off"

-it's a slow build but that equal passion is their connection

-OBSESSED with the idea of the Neteyam and Spider version (getting too many asks about them, we gotta make a ship name poll lol), my bad if I focused heavily on that I might reblog later with the locorro one.

-Neteyam and his ikran bonded but have they bonded. He NEEDS to live up to the level of precision and skill that his parents have with their ikran. Hell, flying is how his parents fell in love! They go on date nights once a week still to fly together, bonded through their love of the sky. He just can't figure out how to translate his thoughts into actions through his ikran. His too wired and anxious all the time, and his ikran's thoughts are always a mile a minute.

-He knows Neytiri only trusts ONE other person to care for her ikran, and that person doesn't have anything to lose either so he goes to Spider and begs him to keep this a secret and to help.

-Without tsaheylu, Spider's bonds with the ikran are formed through a building of trust, care, empathy, and affection through actions. If Neteyam wants to build a bond and he can't trust his mind or his ikran's mind; maybe he can trust actions.

-Oops the bond is formed between Spider and Neteyam too, they slipped and fell into trust, care, and empathy born of actions!

-Neteyam like "how do my parents fall in love flying, flying is stupid and stressful and scary" and then Spider's wrapping his hands around his waist to encourage him to make his movements lighter and he's like 😳

-the jeytiri parallels i'll kill myself frfr

-Lo'ak is still in his year of ikran care pre iknimaya, so he's just around and bitching all the time in the background about how annoying Neteyam is and how perfect he is and Spider is like 😶 yeah he's so perfect 🤭 he's so annoying.

-Kiri has her ikran but would rather die than race, she feels it's inhumane to make the ikran race without asking them first. So she's just bitching the entire time, moping around Neteyam like "why do we have to race, who would even want to?" and Neteyam just REALIZES Spider does.

-He becomes determined to help him be able to race as well. I haven't decided how yet...

Anyways this is how it goes when Spider can:

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