#i do love my lip freckles tho

[littlegingerperson5]

Movie night

MDNI

Warnings: FLUFF,FLUFF,FLUFF, fingering e! receiving, so much teasing e! receiving, face riding r! receiving, slightly bratty ellie, squirting, dacryphelia, underwear tearing, humping, slight pain slut ellie.

reader not described as masc or fem.

readers appreance isn’t described specifically.

You were estatic. Ellie had called you on face time, not saying anything, just holding the disc of your favourite movie up to the camera with a teasing smirk on her face, “I’m on my way!” you excitedly scream down the phone, you hear Ellie laughing as you hang up, running to put your shoes on.

When you arrived at her house you were in awe at the effort she put in, dim lights and lavender candles awaited you, her band tee, that smelled just like her and a pair of her boxers that were folded to perfection was placed into your hands with a sweet kiss, she even went to the store and got all your favourite snacks, pouring them all into one big bowl because that’s the most her organisation skills would allow, you appreciated the effort tho, giving her a sweet peck on the forehead…

“Babe!” She calls from the living room.

“Two seconds!” you shout back as you slip into her clothes, her top barely covering the boxers you wore.

“Hurry uup” she wines.

You walk into the living room and see Ellie squatting down, her plad boxers moving with the motion, causing the bottom of her freckled ass cheek to peek out, “cutee” you thought to yourself as she slid the disc into her PlayStation.

You cough to get her attention and she nearly jumps out her skin, you’re laughing your ass off as you reach a hand out to help her up, pulling her up with so much force that her feet leave the ground, so she wraps her legs around your torso as your arms slither around her waist, pressing your lips to hers as you sway side to side, one of your hands gripping her ass and pressing her centre to your belly, your tongues dance with eachother, practically in slow motion, just tasting one another, feeling the heat of her mouth, the wetness of her tongue…

she moans sweetly into your mouth, you pull back and she giggles sweetly when you rub the tip of your nose side to side against hers “love you baby” you say, staring into her pretty, green orbs, completely engulfed by her.

“I know” she replies, squeezing her legs tighter around your waist, she wraps her arms around your back, nuzzling her face into the side of your neck “I love you too”. One of your hands trace circles onto her back and you feel her eyes flutter close, her lashes tickling the skin of your neck.

“can we watch the film now?” you giggle out. “We could do something else” she says, grinding softly against your belly. “Elliee” you whine “afterwards, okay”. She sighs, faking agitations, SHE COULD BE SUCH A BRAT SOMETIMES, you suck on her neck lightly, teasing her “don’t be a brat baby”.

“Fine” she tries to hide her eye roll but you catch it, ignoring it for now.

You crawl onto the couch with her still attached to you, laying on your back, her head resting on your chest as you lean over to press play, you peck her on the top of her head as the intro of the film begins to play, but she ignores you, nuzzling the side of her face into the centre of your chest, her arms around your neck, her knees still on either side of you…

Your attention has completely left the film since you started to notice her behaviour, lightly grinding into you every five minutes or so, she’d play it off as “just getting comfy” but you knew exactly what she was doing when her eyes fluttered close and an almost silent sigh left her pretty lips, her heartbeat fast against yours, your hand came down and began massaging her cute little butt cheek, giggling to yourself as she “tried to get comfy” yet again.

“What you doing” she asks, her eyes still close.

“Just getting comfy baby” you whisper out, your hand landing behind her knee, pulling it thurther up your waist and tracing the back of her thigh. Her face is between your breasts as she tries to muffle her whine, her hips bucking into you.

“Ellie” you call to get her attention.

“Yeah” she huffs out, almost sounding like a moan.

“This parts really good”

She nods into your into your chest, completely ignoring you.

You fake anger “Ellie are you even watching it?”

Her head whips towards the tv “mhmm” she hums.

“Good” you pinch her inner thigh and she moans at the pain, you carry on massaging her leg ignoring her sounds, enjoying this little game.

Your fingertips slide up her inner thigh, she opens her legs wider and you fucking hear how wet she is as her sticky folds separate with her movement, excitement bubbling in your chest at the fact you can get so her wet so easily, no matter how many times it happens you’re always shocked by how soaked she gets for you.

Your other hand reaches for the remote to turn the tv down a little “too loud” you mutter. “Yeah” she mumbles, clearly lost in thought, eyes still close, thinking you haven’t caught on yet.

You lightly trace your way to her centre, tracing up and down her slit through her thin boxers, feeling her wetness pool on your fingertips through the fabric.

Your fingertips land onto her bud and press down, a gutteral moan leaves her chest, you couldn’t even pretend you didn’t hear it “shhh, this is my favourite part” at this point she didn’t know if you were talking about her or the movie as she sneaks one of her hands over her mouth, catching the squeak that tries to escape her mouth as you continue playing with her.

Ellie grows impatient at your teasing tho, her arm bending behind her to pull her boxers to the side, causing your fingers to accidentally slip against her bare folds, you pull away in surprise, a line of her slick connecting you both.

“please” she begs quietly, looking at you with pleading eyes, you grip her chin facing her freckled face towards the screen “shh”.

She almost sobs as her hips buck towards you again. You don’t touch her for a moment, your eyes on the screen…

Little huffs left her the whole time your hands were off her, you actually started to feel bad for teasing her for so long..

Her gasp of relief turns into a gutteral moan as you slip a single digit inside her without warning “yess” she whispers, tears instantily forming on her lashline as her hands reach up your shirt, her nails digging into your back as you thrust in and out of her slowly, enough to disturb her breathing pattern but not enough for her to cum, her pussy squeezing onto your finger as you suck on the side of her neck “more…please” she instructs.

“Not yet, don’t want you missing anything”

“Please” she sobs, as she grinds her clit against the shirt that you’re wearing.

“I’ll stop” you warn her.

“Don’t. please.” she whines.

“Quiet then baby”…

You continue thrusting into her, pulling out when ever she sounded like she was about to cum, her slick leaking through her band tee and onto your belly. You knew the movie was about to come to an end, so her torture ended swiftly as you thrusted a second finger into her as the credits began to play.

You hurriedly switched the off button on the remote, the room going silent as you slammed into her repeatedly, the only sound you can hear is your soaked fingers gliding in and out of her used cunt, precious squelches filling the air. “S-so close” she stutters out, grinding against you frantically, her eyes watering as her hot breaths land against your throat.

The plush of her thighs squeeze together onto your hand, spasming “ughh d-don’t stawwp” her warm tears hitting your neck as she buries her face into your skin, gasping your name out repeatedly.

“you gonna cum?” You ask, knowing the answer.

“Yess!” she squeals and you pull your fingers out of her before she reaches her high.

She looks at you with wet eyes, staring at you like you’ve just committed the worst act of cruelty, before she can even start begging, you interrupt her “sit on my face” you plead desperately. She doesn’t even answer you, quickly crawling up your body, pulling her underwear to the side, trying to expose herself, but they’re in the way of what you need most in the world, you tap her hand that’s holding the material to the side and she quickly moves it, placing both her palms on the arm of her couch, closing her eyes, bracing herself for how good she’s about to feel, till she hears the sound of fabric tearing, she looks down in shock as she sees the material that covered her hip in shreds as you pull it to the side, immediately taking her whole clit into your mouth and suckling on it…

Her hands instantly land behind your head and pressing your face deeper into her, her chest raising and falling as she leaks onto your chin, her pussy clenching around nothing, you slap the outside of her thigh harshly before both of your hands clasp onto the flesh on top of her thighs, your nails digging into the skin, almost causing blood. “Im ughh im gonna fffuck gonnacum, gonnacum” she squeals as you shake your head side to side, sucking her off, her hips are jerking in all directions, her eyes rolling back, her fingers pulling on your hair so harshly it almost hurts.

Tears are streaming down her face as she repeats your name over and over, her voice turning extremely high pitched.

“cum for me” you instruct into her and an instant gush of liquid spills onto your face, almost drowning you, you struggle to breath, her liquid in your lungs as she grunts above you, riding you, using your face selfishly as she prolongs her high, her body going limp soon after, you hold your lips to her beating clit, “mmh” she whines at your light touch, your digits grip onto her waist, lifting her from your face and placing her sensitive core onto your mound, she lays into her original position on you, “thank you” she whispers, placing a kiss onto your heart as her breathing steadies.

Your hand comes up, fingertips massaging her scalp “you deserve it, angel”

She can only hum in response, her eyelids so heavy as she starts to drift off.

The silence that filled the room is interrupted with her muffled voice as her face presses against your chest “love you” she says weakly. “Love you too, baby”. Your heart swells at how cute she can be as you sigh closing your eyes, the taste of her essence still on your lips as you drift off to sleep with the love of your life..

[hotxcheeto]

Hiii 👋 i'm really obsessed with your writing 😳 so may i request a top!ellie x fem!reader smut where ellie wakes up in the middle of the night cause she has nightmares of losing the reader so she goes to the kitchen to get a drink and then cause the reader feels the bedside is empty the reader searches and finds ellie then they have a heartfelt conversation that turns into an emotional lovemaking session :,) all the angst, fluff, and smut combine 👍 we love that

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𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, smut, angst, tribbing, kissing and making out, mention of reader being dead ( in ellies dream ), talk of nightmares, very emotional love making, top/switch! ellie, bottom/switch!reader ( it lowkey varies but ellie does have more control ), idk this an emotional rollercoaster

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - i was feeling angsty after watch jjk and this just happened along with that. i love it, i love you ty for sending the request even tho it took me months!!

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There was something about you, that Ellie had never dared to bring up. A knack... per se.

She didn't wanna ruin it, or mess with the way you acted.

Whether consciously or subconsciously, you seemed to follow her.

The way you were never far behind at the bar or out and about in Jackson or seemingly always near her when she was moving around your shared home, you'd somehow have something you just needed to do right beside her.

In the kitchen? She could be eating while you were cleaning or rarely vice versa. Painting? You were beside her reading or playing with the cat you'd found on patrol that seemed to follow her all the same. Laying in bed? You were likely knocked out beside her or watching whatever movie she'd put on to keep herself busy.

Busy?

Busy... from thinking. Far too busy to listen to your ramblings sometimes, which you always seem to catch. Poking her cheek and knocking her from whatever bad dream that had caught her in the daylight.

She'd blink a few times while you chastised her for not listening, of course though, you knew why. You always seemed to know why. But she liked when you wouldn't mention it, it helped her forget easier.

But you couldn't always be awake when it happened, which is why she sat dead silent on the edge of the bed with her back to you.

Facing the door to the bedroom with dead cold eyes, not even the cat purring startled her from her still state. She always slept on the side closer to the door. Always.

There was something wrong with her, that's what she just kept thinking. You were so calm, so sweet, so... okay with what you'd gone through. Why couldn't she be the same? Not such a burden, like a child you'd care for, a needy mess you didn't sign up to clean.

It's all she could wonder while standing up from her spot on the mattress and creeping towards the door. Opening and leaving it ajar so as to not wake you with the click of the knob.

She chose her floorboards carefully, and each stair she stepped on, she picked a different spot. But nothing could keep you sleeping for much longer, eyes opening when you reached for an empty, yet warm, spot on the bed. A knack, she laughed, just a thing that came with love.

The cold water didn't soothe her, staring out the window at the empty field and the moon. Staring like it was staring right back, glass clutched in her grasp while her breathing stayed short and stuttered. A tickle in her throat, a choke here and there, a frown on her lips but no noise came out, no true sound passed her teeth.

Crying. She was crying.

Warm, salty tears dripping down her freckled flesh, skin cold and unwelcome. It was so different from yours, why did you like it so much?

When she'd love you, there was something about the way you touched her, caressed, if she willed. The way you so delicately danced your fingers across her shoulders while she tried her best to pleasure and please you.

But it'd been a long time since you'd made love, or even fucked for that matter. Unable to look you in the eyes for long, nor speak to you in extended sentences. You'd always give her a kiss, always.

Good morning, goodnight, goodbye.

Sometimes she'd hold your hand, but you had learned not to reach for it because sometimes it made her nervous.

For a while, she wouldn't change in front of you. Wouldn't turn her back because you'd see all the new scars, only letting you when you offered to bathe her. She cried though, when you did.

She loved you though, adored you, worshiped the ground you walked on because you were something incredible. A rare find amongst the normality and depravity.

A glistening pomegranate in a field of rotten tomatoes.

You were Persephone, and she? Only Hades.

"A bit early to be awake, hm?"

You sounded like a melody, even when exhausted. Your steps are so much lighter than hers could ever dream of, no wonder you snuck away in the mornings so easily to surprise her with breakfast when she'd had a bad night. But she never got to surprise you with breakfast, you were never up late crying into her arms or begging her not to leave.

Screaming at the air and clawing at yourself in your sleep.

"Couldn't go back to sleep." Her voice was cold, scratchy, like a broken record that couldn't speak correctly. "I guessed that..." You muttered, moving to stand by her side, looking out the window as well.

"There a unicorn out there or somethin'?" You asked softly, almost as if it was a genuine question, tilting your head before turning to look up at her. Eyes then flickering to the glass she was squeezing.

"No." You heard her, but didn't glance at her. Soft hands reaching up to take the cup away and set it beside the sink. She didn't put up a fight, she let you take it from her. Not like she needed it anyway.

"Hm... is there... anything special out there?" You stood in front of her, reaching up to her face this time, holding it though as if it was just as fragile as the glass you'd just held.

You wiped away the wet streaks, getting her to finally tilt her head to meet your eyes. She'd been afraid to look, scared each time of what she'd see but it was never anything bad.

Though, it was like looking under the bed for monsters before you could rest and sink away into a Candyland esc dream.

You would always be just a little bit afraid of what you'd see.

"No..." She was much more light in her tone this time, seeing you nod your head and feeling you wipe away her tears. "Then why're you staring?" You tucked some of her longer hairs behind her ears, smiling at her.

"I don't know, I just..." She sucked in a breath, shaky and half intentional, her deep frown and teary eyes returning. "I just wanted to... I don't..." "It's okay, Ellie."

You took your hands from her face and moved down to hold her hips. It felt secure to her, you knew that just by the way she shifted to lean towards you, into your body, sharing your warmth while closing her eyes.

"You wanna go sit outside? Get some air?" You questioned, holding the back of her neck while massaging away the anguish she held physically. The swing on the porch knew just how much she held as well.

"No.. not..." Her eyes opened again, a deep, guttural breath being taken in. "Not tonight?" You beat her to speaking, seeing her agree and feeling her set her hands on your forearms, gently pushing you away. "C'mon then..." You said.

You accepted that at this moment she didn't want to be touched, instead opting to begin the walk back upstairs and to your bedroom. Hearing her following behind until you reached your side of the bed, that's when she halted on the other side of the room.

"Ellie... the bed misses you." You sat on your side, patting hers.

"Why do you stay?" You could've missed the question, it almost flew over your head from how dead quiet it was. Her voice was the pin drop in the room besides the wind that made your cream colored curtains blow.

"Because I want to and I love you a lot, now c'mere m'cold."

Things stood still for a split pause, her feet soon carrying her over to sit beside you, but she could only stare at her hands.

Whether covered in blood, water or your secretion, she hated them.

What they've done, what they've touched.

"Where's your ring?" You raised your eyebrow, holding her hand up in the light. It was gone, but the tan line of where it had been was very much apparent, the woman almost never took it off.

"I took it off to wash my hands... I- I got dirt on them and- and..." You breathed, setting her hand back in her lap as she explained. "That's okay, we'll put it back where it belongs tomorrow, okay?" Ellie hummed, grabbing your hand to hold it before you could fully pull back.

"Unless you want a divorce, but lawyers are so expensive and I like cuddling with you." You pouted, always seeming so serious when you spoke silly nonsense, it nearly made her crack a smile.

"I'd let you have everything."

The end of the world was here. But yes, let's talk lawyers.

"I wouldn't let you give me all that." You then said, peeking up at her through your lashes. "Half and half. You get the porch swing though." She snorted, tilting her head down to press her forehead against yours.

"I do really like that porch swing."

You sat like that for a moment, feeling her warm breath tickling your lips. She'd forgotten and that was enough, the thought of your cold dead body that had haunted her awake slipped from her mind.

Because your forehead was hot and you'd then kissed her with a tepid mouth. It meant you were alive.

She didn't let up when you pulled back though, moving closer in a chase for affection. You allowed it as well, placing your hand on her cheek, feeling her still chilled skin. She wanted more- needed more.

But then, Ellie pulled back.

"I'm sorry.." She wiped her face, pushing her hair back in the process while you moved to keep your gaze on her. Taking them away to be able to see her. "Tell me what's wrong."

You were as cold as ice when she shut her eyes, but warm in reality, she tried focusing on the way your palms ran down her upper arms, soon pulling her into a hug.

"I'm right here." She muttered something in response, holding you back while staring at the wall. Taking in the scent of the new soap you'd gotten from a lady in Jackson to try out. It was like sitting in a flower field, and you were doubling as the sunshine too.

"See?" You asked, bringing her hands up and under your shirt to your chest, allowing her to feel your heartbeat. "Feel that?" Ellie hummed, taking a moment to actually feel the thump, thump, thump that she couldn't feel in her dream.

You were so soft, always, she wondered how you did it because compared to her rough, calloused fingers, you were something entirely different. She knew that, so it didn't surprise her when the feeling of your flesh never changed when her grasp moved down, yours just lightly holding the back of her hand.

Her thumb met your nipple and you watched the fabric move as she ran over the little nub. A little gasp escaping your lips when she did, it'd been a long time since it had, and almost immediately you felt the gut feeling that you'd pushed from your mind to give her space.

"Ellie..." You muttered, resting your forehead on hers while you both watched her move to your other breast, her other hand also making an appearance as it slipped beneath the garment as well, sliding upward.

Slow, drawn out, her mouth capturing you in a kiss to distract you from her touch. Little though, could take you away from her after being deprived of her love for so long, you loved her so much if she said jump, you'd ask how high.

And god those highs were to die for.

"I missed you..." You whispered, kissing her again and again, she hadn't wanted to talk and you got the hint. If you were hungry, she must've been starving.

Her hands went lower, leaving your breasts and she pulled away for just a mere second to slip off the shirt. Then her own came off and she tossed it aside with yours, bare from the waist up with skin on skin, just how she liked to lay.

God, she missed you too.

You were wearing pajama pants that were slightly too big on you, they'd drag on the bottoms of your feet if you didn't pull them up a bunch. She liked to chuckle when you'd get all frustrated with them, but they were your favorite pair.

She thought about this while pushing the waistband down to run her fingers along your hips. She was being light, not squeezing or grabbing, caressing instead.

"What do you wanna do?" You asked, pulling back to kiss her jaw sweetly, listening to her breathe in and out, shuddering from the contact. "I want you..." You let out a 'hmph' sound, pecking her neck before pulling back while holding her shoulders.

"Let me then..." You hummed, lightly guiding her to lay down then you kissed the spot between her eyebrows. Trailing down until you lifted yourself back up, staying straddled on her pelvis, teasing her by running your nails along her lower belly.

Tugging her sleep pants down while also taking her boxers with, you leaned to kiss her abdomen before continuing them along her legs. You then kissed her knee when she helped you remove them, sliding back up to lay against her with a lopsided smile and a want for more kisses.

And as your lips met hers again and again, you slid your own bottoms away and aligned yourself with your wife. Such a knack you had for fitting together, like two puzzle pieces because you knew what she needed and wanted. But Ellie knew the exact same... with you.

You both let out a noise and a gasp when your cunts touched and your clits grazed. Staring into each other's eyes while you began humping against her, looking down only to slip a hand around the back of her leg pushing it up and over before it caught itself on your thigh.

But she wasn't gonna let you do it all, not when she'd pulled away so hard it could've given you whiplash. She'd finally tightened her grip, moving you in a way that you had no control, letting her take you though you were on top.

"God I love you." You said, pitchy and breathless while turning back to look at her, feeling her nails digging into your shoulders and her arms moving to pull you as close as she could while you moved back and forth with her guidance. Allowing her legs to suck you in.

You dripped against her, you and her mixing while you moved slowly back and forth. You wanted to feel every inch of her while your little buds showed each other as much affection as you planned to give her tonight.

"I hate when you doubt that." That was your final murmur when you took her face and brought it to yours, tasting the faint toothpaste and enjoying how she became more confident in her want.

"I know." She mumbled, letting out a low moan when you began moving just the slightest faster, dragging your mouth along her jaw and neck leaving your mark while inching you both towards your release.

You wanted it so badly, but you didn't want to give up the moment just yet. No, because you didn't know when you'd get another and for a mere second that felt like decades you pulled away.

She kept you moving, keeping her hold on you while humping into your body again and again, your hips didn't falter. But you did, and she noticed, watching you curiously with a hint of desperation for you to return.

She was so pretty, why couldn't she see what you saw?

"I love you."

A whisper as you both were rocked over the edge, coming against her with a cry while she tried to muffle her noises. You wouldn't let her though, grinding against her clit with your own, bucking your hips and making her whine and then make a noise that was a soft yell.

You just kept going though, going until you fell against her completely, tucking your face away in her neck. You could've laid there forever and a day, never moving or twitching. Like heaven and you were its top angel.

"I love you too." She whispered, almost unsure of herself, not of the words though. "I know." You smiled, sitting up and grabbing her hands to hold. "I always know, baby."

You had a knack for that.

[limi-strology]

My astro observations:

I'm by no means an expert, this is based on my experience!

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☄. *. ⋆*·˚ Leo suns are pretty warm people. I mean it as in they make you feel welcome in a new place and try to help you socialize with their friends. Even though they are really popular and usually in the center, they'll talk to you, pay attention to how you're feeling and encourage you to talk more in the group! It may put you on the spot, but that's how they show they care. I find it really sweet, they just want to help you get out there and approach people. They're great friends, especially if you were around toxic people previously, these fellas will kinda heal you in a way ❤️‍🩹

☄. *. ⋆ Leo risings also have a confident vibe surrounding them. Even those who are more on the introverted side give off the impression that they are quite dynamic? Idk how to explain this, they just kind of stand out. I think it's more obvious when they're with their closest friends, they're usually the ones cracking jokes, being loud, taking up a more leader-like(?) role. Part time entertainers, part time hype people. You go guys, let's keep up the fun vibes in our friend groups ☀️

☄. *. ⋆ Libras are so charming for no reason?? Like, both personality and appearance wise, I'm amazed. I love how they always listen to both sides of the story and try to find solutions that are fair to everyone. They're generally sweet and angelic, they tend to forgive a lot (don't you think they'll forget it tho, they'll probably be more cautious around you afterwards) up until you hurt them deeply. After that, they get sarcastic and cold, you do not want to get on their bad side. Regarding their physical appearance, I've noticed a lot of them have full lips and freckles (or multiple beauty marks on their face). I'm getting a cute energy just by looking at them, I don't know why, I just found every Libra I've met so far adorable in a way. Sure, they're mostly described as handsome and beautiful (and they are, not gonna lie) but I'm just seeing an innocent? youthful and carefree image of them. Also they're kinda curvy? Even the more lean ones are a little thick in the booty or thighs. 🤭

☄. *. ⋆ I've noticed Scorpios suddenly becoming really soft and smiley around kids and pets. They'll start cooing and waving at the kids, might even talk or play with them (if they know them well). Similarly, they'll get excited at the sight of a puppy or a kitten and will probably pet them and give them snacks. And what amazes new even more is that kids and pets seem to like them back! I don't know what it is about Scorpios and their energy, but I've seen so many babies/toddlers staring and smiling at my Scorpio peers in fascination, and whenever we encounter stray animals they seem to gravitate towards them. It's really cute to see that, warms my heart a lot. Like, intimidating who? I'm only seeing cute happy people ☺️

☄. *. ⋆ Capricorn moons have a hard time opening up about things that bother them. Even if they feel the most comfortable with you, they'll most likely hide some things. They'll talk about it eventually, but they'll probably reveal small parts of it each time, kinda like building a puzzle but taking many breaks in between. Maybe they feel like they can be judged and/or mocked and want to see how others react first? I hope you guys are surrounded by sweet and accepting people that you can trust and share things that trouble you with them 🤍

☄. *. ⋆ I used to think Aries placements make you more hot-headed/aggressive, but the more people I've met, I've realised they're more on the ambitious side. Strong willed, they know exactly what they want. Sometimes their parents may pressure them into studying something they think is best for them during college, and the Aries person will probably do that, but then they'll do the thing that truly interests them. I noticed Aries suns are quite fit and enjoy any kind of exercise/sports, it just makes them feel good, while Aries risings are mostly attracted to athletic people, or are fascinated by people who go to the gym. They also have a fiery, self empowering aura going on and I love that for them 🔥

☄. *. ⋆ Scorpio venuses, wowww... Okay, first of all, your loyalty is so admirable. And the fact that you always try to find solutions and maintain peace in your relationships, especially the men with this placement, I'm impressed every time 👏 I'm getting Morticia Adams vibes, and by that I mean that I'm seeing elegance with dark themes. Also, in formal/party settings, guys look great in all black outfits and girls rock red lipstick. I know it sounds a bit generic, but it makes you stand out from the rest, even if everyone is dressed practically the same. It's like you're just in your element 🤌

☄. *. ⋆ My fellow sun square moon people, how are we feeling? Do you also have that mind vs heart battle on a weekly basis? Like being two different people at once, with one being more assertive and independent (Sun) and the other more sensitive and insecure (Moon). Your upbringing could be genuinely good, with no one really hurting you deeply, yet you still struggle with your emotions and might have low self confidence. Probably people pleasers, even if your mind is telling you to do your own thing instead, you will probably have a hard time saying no. And don't get me started on this whole conflict of what you want exactly. You finally start living on your own like you've always wanted and make time for yourself? Yeah, but why is no one here to pat you on the back and give you reassurance yet? Where's the support? Hate independence. You eventually surround yourself on the daily with people who actually care about you and show you the affection you deserve? Well, now it feels too stuffy in here, let's self isolate from all the people we love until we feel horrible again because of loneliness. Don't know how else to describe it than just 🙃.

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Thanks for reading! It's my first time making an observation post so I'm sorry if it's not that accurate, I'm basing this on people who are close to me and whose chart I've checked a few times.

Hope you have a nice day~

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Dating Edmund Pevensie Would Include...

From my Wattpad!!

warnings: sexual allusions, not proofed

IN NARNIA

- your sassy King - Edmund is sooooo possessive of you - Between Caspian, Peter, and all the other horny Narnian boys, he has to be - Sitting by the water and reading together is your favorite thing - Dressing in his blouses... - ...and him taking them off of you;) - You love running your hands through his hair - He slaps them away but - He secretly loves it - Him sneaking into your bed chamber at night - Wrapping his arms around you - Or you sneaking into his after a looong day of "kingly" work - Calming him down after an argument with Peter or while negotiating - Sex after too - Watching him train - He is sweaty... - and tries to hug and kiss you - You try to fight it, - But you always end up losing... - Maybe on purpose - He loves kissing you - Anywhere - And everywhere - He gets a little scandalous too - He has definitely made you squirm under the dinner table a few times - You scolded him that night - "Edmund! You will never do that again!" - "Well, did you enjoy it Darling?" - You didn't reply which only aided in the boosting of his ego and the wide grin on his face - Lots of kissing in the corridors. - And let's just say Peter is very annoyed at how thin the walls are - He has a pretty dirty mind but he won't pressure you into doing anything - He keeps his fantasies to himself - Until you find out... - Shushing him when he whispers dirty things into your ear - Yelling for you in the middle of a battle - "Y/N!" - "Edmund! Are you hurt?" - "No, Love! Just wanted to say I love you!" - "You're an idiot!" - He's usually stressed after a battle - Naturally, you "calm" him down - Not to mention how damn good he looks after a battle... - messy hair, his dark eyes flaming, sweaty, a little bloody, pale skin flushed - you trace his freckles while laying in bed <3 - hugs from behind - he also loves your hair - mostly when it's down - when you're talking on the shoreline? he will reach behind you and take it down - making out? your hair is coming down - even in battle one day. - Your hair was in a loose knot on top of your head - "FOR NARNIA!" - Peter had led the rest of the Narnian soldiers into battle - Before you could go with them, Edmund pulled you back - "Stay safe. If you die, my Love, I'll kill you." - He kissed you quick and ran off into battle - It wasn't until he'd gone that you realized he had taken your hair ribbon with him

IN ENGLAND (Modern)

- def started as academic rivals - you'd constantly catch him looking at you... and vice versa - he surprised you by asking you to the school dance - you surprised him by saying yes - when he saw you in your dress, he swears his heart stopped - he kissed you that night and from then on, your heart was his - still academic rivals, tho - the two of you sit in silence reading all the time - in the library - in his room - at the park - you form a lovely relationship with Lucy, oftentimes going to the Pevensie residence to spend time with her and not Edmund - His siblings love how you bring out his happier side - His nice side too - You like to watch him study - His lips pull into a small pout and sometimes he whispers aloud and you think it's the cutest thing - whenever one of his sweatshirts goes missing he calls you - "No Ed, I don't know where it is." - But then you show up at his house wearing the same sweatshirt he was asking for - "You cheeky little liar." - He's shyer in the real world about PDA during the beginning of your relationship, something about being in Narnia gave him more confidence - When you're walking together he will link his pinkie with yours - whenever you kiss his face, cheeks, nose, and forehead, a deep blush crosses his face - especially in front of his family - but any moment you are alone, his Narnian confidence comes out - His kisses are sweet and gentle - Until they aren't... - "Darling, you have to be quiet, don't want anyone to catch us, now do we?" - if you call him "king" or "your majesty" in the real world, you're done for - "say it again" - he goes feral - he loves it when you read to him - the way you get so concentrated on the words and so into the story - his favorite memories with you are when his head was in your lap, watching you intently as you read him your favorite books - for some reason, edmund is always cold??? - but that's ok because it means he always needs you to warm him up - snuggled up together by the couch? yep - sitting on his lap while reading? been there. - your body draped over his while watching movies? done that. - he is so touchy as time goes on - he always has to be touching you - is sad when you aren't touching - you read a lot, sometimes indulging in "spicy" books, which naturally, you hide from him - one day, he walks into your room while you are reading one. - "Hello, darling." - you snap the book shut, a blush already fanning your face - "what are you reading there?" - "nothing..." - your attempts to keep the book from him fail miserably, as he is a strong soldier and king - you hide your face in your hands as he reads over the pages, grinning - "Darling, what is this?" - you are mortified - he pulls your hands from your face and you look at his cheeky, handsome face - "are you reading porn?" - you scream into his chest while he laughs - he pulls your face to his and kisses you - "would you like me to do that, my love?" - he's a book boyfriend FOR REAL FOR REAL - pet names pet names pet names - darling, my love, princess, m'lady, sweetheart. - he's just so... - cheeky - and the sass follows wherever he goes

hehe i love him

[sunshinesteviee]

omggg i loved the prompts you posted! emotional intimacy and pillow talk is just *chefs kiss*, if youre looking for prompts maybe:

❝  you always touch me just the right way.  ❞ &❝  do you even realize what you do to me?  ❞

with reader and steve whispering to each other in the dark, it doesn't have to be smut! I just thought steve would love to hear his girl say that to him after when they're cuddling. you can ignore this if you dont like it tho haahahah

i'm so so sorry this took forever to get to; i've had a lot going on, but finally got around to writing it!! i hope you like it! wc: 703

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Steve is already under the sheets again by the time you re-emerge from the bathroom in your underwear and one of his shirts. He’s sprawled out on his back, sheets bunched around his waist, bare torso on display in a way that makes you want to jump his bones, even though you’ve just had sex. A soft smile stretches across his face when he notices you standing in the doorway, and he reaches an arm out towards you, motioning for you to get back in bed with him. You can’t resist him, not even for a second, and flick the bathroom lights off, flooding your bedroom in darkness. 

You don’t need lights to find your way back to bed, and crawl up the length of it, flopping into Steve’s waiting arms. Your landing next to him is maybe a bit too aggressive, as he groans, “Oof, baby, jeez. Warn a guy the next time you’re gonna body slam him.”

“Sorry, baby,” you giggle, shimmying underneath the sheets to press your body into his. Your hand slides across his bare chest as you turn to your side and press your cheek into his shoulder, one leg hitching up over his. 

“‘S okay,” he murmurs in reply, voice muffled by your hair as he kisses the top of your head. You can’t see his face, but you can hear the smile in his voice; you can picture his soft hazel eyes and his pretty freckles as his lips tug up at the corners. He’s beautiful inside and out, and you want nothing more than to spend forever just like this. 

A large, warm hand settling against the exposed skin of your thigh draws you out of your thoughts. Steve’s touch is gentle as his fingertips draw down the back of your thigh toward your knee to keep you pressed close, the pad of his thumb rubbing soothing circles onto the inside of your knee. He presses another kiss to the crown of your head as he asks quietly, “You okay?”

“Mhm,” you reply somewhat absentmindedly, tilting your chin up so you can press a kiss in return to your sweet boyfriend’s jaw. 

“Was it okay for you?” 

He’s asked you before, usually equal parts sincerity and in jest, and it’s always dorky and endearing. The question makes you want to laugh, though; Steve is, by far, the most generous and skilled lover you’ve ever had, and to suggest anything otherwise is ludicrous. But you humor him nonetheless, appreciating that he cares that you enjoy yourself, “Yeah, Stevie, of course. Do you even realize what you do to me?”

You can feel his laugh more than you can hear it with your head on his chest. His hand sweeps along the length of your thigh again as he asks, “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” you murmur as you place your hand on your boyfriend’s chest, fingertips tracing delicately over freckles and moles, along the edges of rough scars adorning his sides, “that you always make me feel good. You always touch me just the right way. Swear you know my body better than I do sometimes.”

Steve laughs again, softer this time, as if a little flustered. His hand closes around your shoulder and he pulls you in even closer, lips pressing to your forehead in a light kiss, “Hope so. ‘Ve spent enough time getting acquainted.”

Letting out a groan, you push your face into Steve’s chest, which pulls another giggle out of him, “Ugh, shut up! I’m trying to be serious, and you’re being a perv.” And even though you’re trying to admonish him, you can’t help but to dissolve into giggles, too, the sound muffled against his skin as he holds you close. 

When the giggling from the both of you finally subsides, Steve gets serious, lips pursed as he pushes a few stray hairs out of your face. The tip of his nose rubs against yours as he leans in and whispers, “I love you. Ya know that? And you make me feel the same way.” And then, before you can reply, Steve leans in and presses his lips to yours. Kisses you like he’ll never be able to get enough. Like this might be his last chance, even though you plan on kissing him like this for the rest of your life.

"I love you, too, Stevie."

[s-4pphics]

surprise!!! rubs hands deviously together!! 

hi guyth…. more richsnob!oc x meanmechanic!ellie even tho she’s not that mean🥺

wc;cw: 1.6k oooo, smut MDNI!!!, not proofread bc who cares :p, ellie’s a whiny sub im breaking my silence, eating out no cheesecake factory, slight degradation, one pussy slap sorry can’t help myself, nipple play, pain kink lol(scratching), choking mmm, exhibitionism?!😳, no aftercare bc oc is a cunt, some dirty talk bc i’m a loser, dassit real cute

“you’re so gorgeous, honey.” 

you were smiling so hard in this dingy, dimly lit bathroom. 

“t-thanks.” 

you nodded at her, hanging your chanel bag on the doorknob. you slowly unbuttoned your pink, cashmere celine sweater, hanging it on the hook on the bathroom door. and she watched your every move. ellie’s stuttering made you smile harder as you slowly walked towards her, your glittery heels clicking on the tile. she was looking you up and down, eyeing your lace bra-covered chest. you could hear her breaths pick up in pace with every step you took, and you loved how nervous you made her. you were going to swallow her whole, eat her alive, rip her apart—

“are we… are we gonna have sex in here?” ellie whispered, her breath brushing your cheesing face. 

“‘m not fucking you, you’re filthy. would’ve fucked you in my bed but you wanted to be a stubborn bitch and try to embarrass me,” you said with a bright grin, but your tone was sinister. she shuddered and you saw the blush across her freckles get deeper. 

“‘m sorry—“

“be quiet. no you’re not,” your smile dropped as your stare harderend. her breath caught in her throat at your tone. “you hurt my feelings, y’know that right? you denied me in public, i couldn’t believe it.” 

she looked so cute: she was staring at the floor, her thighs were squeezing together through her dirty, grease-stained jeans, her fingers twitching, and fuck, you wanted her so bad. you were so wet.

“look at me, baby.” 

her eyes flickered to yours, slowly and dazedly blinking like a kitty signing i love you! fuck, you love her, you love her—!

you leaned forward like you were going to kiss her, her eyes fluttering shut and parting her lips like she wanted your tongue inside her fucking throat. but you stopped her. “take your pants off, honey.” 

her eyes slowly peered open to look down at your lips before she snapped herself out of her daze, kicking her boots off and reaching to undo her belt before shoving them down her legs. and you just watched. 

“get up there,” you said as you nodded your head towards the sink and counter by the wall. she almost tripped over her own feet(and boots) as she rushed over, jumping to sit on top of it.

you walked over to her and she automatically parted her legs so you could stand in between them, propping herself up on her hands behind her. she was showing you the little wet stain on her green boyshorts. she’s so cute! 

“should’ve left that fucking door open, hm? so everybody can watch you be a disgusting fucking slut?” you whispered in her face as you glared at her. 

she flinched at your tone, but her hips bucked up to lightly brush against your thighs with a whine. you scolded her with a sharp don't fuckin’ touch me. her eyes got teary, but she listened. 

“should i open that fucking door?” 

she shook her head fast with a pout on her pink lips. 

“answer properly.” 

“…no,” she said shyly. she looked up at you with gentle eyes, giving you cute touch me, please! make me feel good! eyes. 

you smirked at her before reaching behind your neck, unclasping your 18K white gold diamond chanel necklace and put it around her neck. she whimpered and bit her lip before licking them. 

“yeah? like being pretty? you’re so fuckin’ pretty, ellie.” you cooed at her, slowly dragging your hands to her chest so you could grab her tits through her tee. it was filthy, but you didn’t care because she threw her head back, her bandana slipping off her damp head and onto the sink. all you had to do was grab it and tie her fucking hands together and make her—

“touch me please, fuck, want you to touch me s’bad,” she slurred out quietly, bringing her mouth up to kiss you but you moved back, grabbing her throat in your manicured hand. she moaned at your tightening grip, her eyes fluttering. fuckherfuckherfuckher—

she had a small grimace on her face like she was preparing for a scolding, but all you did was kiss her cheeks, her nose, her forehead, all while you choked her out. you felt her grinding down hard on the counter. 

“want me to make you cum?” you whispered in her ear before you licked it. 

“need you t’make me cum, need you need you, m’yours,” she gasped out. 

and you released her to drop into a squat, right in front of her clothed pussy. you grabbed the elastic of her boyshorts and ripped them off. damn near tore them to shreds to get them down her legs. and you almost creamed yourself at the sight of her cunt, all wet and twitchy and yours.

so pretty! you thought. ruin her, make her bruise! 

“pleeasse, pleasepleaseplease,” she desperately whispered out. 

“please what?” 

“make me cum, w’na cum for you, all over you,” she said between choked gasps. you didn’t even touch her, yet! 

and you gave her that sugary sweet smile you always have on when you see her before leaning forward to give her clit a slow kitten lick. her thighs jerked up to spread her legs more, but you dug your nails into them to bring them back down. she moaned out again. fucking painslut. you dug them in harder, and she got wetter on your tongue. 

“want me t’hurt you, baby?” you moaned out against her, and she shook her head yesyesyes before you could even finish speaking. 

“don’t touch me, you understand?” you whispered against her. she nodded faster. 

“say you understand, ellie.” 

“iunderstandiunderstand!” 

you grinned as you pressed a glossy kiss on her swollen clit before you pulled her to the edge of the counter by her thighs, sucking her clit into your mouth without warning. 

you heard her let out a quiet mhm! when you hummed at her taste and her smell, reaching a hand up to raise her white tee up and over her tits. you slapped one of them before bringing your hand back to her thigh. 

“touch ‘em for me, i’m busy,” you muttered against her before diving in again, flicking your tongue on her bud. she was a mess above you: head thrown back, lip between her teeth so she wouldn’t scream out, grabbing and pulling at her nipples with grease-stained hands while your necklace shimmered under the dirty lights, all while she bucked up against your face to get your tongue deeper. 

you were swirling your tongue and sucking on her as quickly as you could manage. you still had to get your fucking car! 

“ffuuuck, ‘m right there—!”

“yeah, honey? gonna cum?” you hummed against her, right on her clit. 

“m-mhm! shit, ‘m gonna cum so fast—“

and there was a knock on the door, a male voice shouting out. “yo, ellie! you in there?” 

and she jumped. she tried to close her legs and run, but you held her down to suck on her clit harder. you watched her eyes roll back into her skull as she almost fell forward. 

“we gotta charge that rich girl for her window repairs!” the same voice yelled out, knocking harder. 

so you sucked on her harder, sloppy noises filling the grungy bathroom. she was whining out quiet uhhuuhs while she bucked up against your mouth in attempts to ride your face. you felt her pussy tensing and all you could think was minemineminemineshesfuckingmine—

“did you see that fuckin’ necklace she was wearin’? it looked like it was weighin’ her down!” 

and you felt ellie freeze up before a squeal of fuck‘mcumming! left her mouth as she fell back on the counter, her pussy tensing and releasing on your tongue. her slick poured out of her pussy, and you slurped it all, sloppily licking up her juices as you shook your head between her trembling thighs. she was moaning your name along with fucks and yes’s with her head thrown back as her hands held the edge of the counter, and you watched it all. you loved it all. fuck, you’re going to marry her—

you hummed in satisfaction, and she jerked in overstimulation. she whined out at your incessant sucks before you released her, slapping her clit hard before standing. your knees snapped; this was the hardest you worked in your life! 

“ellie, what the fuck?! are you good?!” the male voice yelled out from the other side. 

the girl didn’t reply and you laughed at her slumped, gasping form, her pussy still twitching lightly due to how hard she came. the little devil on your shoulder snickered at you, patting your shoulder in hysteria. you laughed harder with her. 

you turned and walked back to the door grabbing your sweater to put it on before snatching your purse off the knob. hm, you never locked the door. you’re glad you didn’t! 

you opened it and walked out, making sure to block ellie’s… state on the counter. you shut it and turned, making eye contact with an intimidated, shocked young man. jesse, his tag read. he was also dirty, you hated it. 

“hi! i heard my car was ready?” you said brightly, masking your disdain. your girlfriend's pussy juice was still on your lips. 

“um… yes. the pink bentley with the smashed window?” he stuttered out as his blush deepened. 

“mhm! will you ring me up?” you asked sweetly, pulling out your black card and handing it to him, and he nodded slowly as he took it. 

what a fun first date! 

meep c:

p3 to this.

[anemonelovesfiction]

Fated Mates 4

Ao’nung x Fem! Human reader

Warnings ⚠️ : Most of this chapter is smut. Ao’nung x Y/n and Neteyam x Y/n, they’re opposite lovers tho 😌

Tag List 🏷️: @universal-s1ut @lili-flower03 @deadpool15

As always English is stricken through!

Translation station

Ma’tìyawn: My love

Yawne: beloved

Tewng: Loincloth

Tahnì: Bioluminescent freckles

Yawntu: Loved one

Dedicating this chapter to m’deat, thank you for putting up with me @shit-i-say-shit-i-think

Word count: 7.2 K

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I’d been tasked with staying above water and decided to sit on the magnetic rock walkway, dipping my feet into the sea water and feeling my nerves calm down. I had been nervous to mate before Eywa because for them, this was a forever thing, becoming one in front of the great mother was something I was talked to by Neteyam- something I believed we’d do- but the nerves were there with him as well.

I kicked my feet in the water lightly while looking up at the night sky, enjoying the brilliant dazzle of the star lights. The beautiful glow of the Spirit tree’s petals were brightly illuminating the space we were in and I could see quite a bit inside the cove of ancestors. I always wished I could connect to the spirit tree and visit some people, maybe visit my mom if she was here, but I doubted it.

“Hello, pretty girl.”

I gasp and bring my legs closer to my chest and look at the direction the voice had come from, only to see Ao’nung floating above water and holding in a smile.

“I didn’t mean to scare you, ma’tìyawn,” He lets a couple chuckles slip past his lips.

“I’m just nervous-“ I’d placed me feet back into the water and pat my knee’s awkwardly with my hands, my lips thinning as I look down toward my feet. He raises his body on the walkway to sit next to me, his hand coming to gently lift my chin, our eyes meeting again.

“I’m nervous too. It somehow feels different to be doing this now. But we don’t have to do anything we don’t want to.”

“But I want to,” I stated and try turning my head again but he turns it right back.

“I do too, Yawne,” He smiles, tucking my hair behind my ear gently.

“Can you kiss me?” I ask and he rubs my cheek with the knuckles of his fingers affectionately. Cupping it and leaning down, placing a sweet kiss on my lips, I wrap my arms around his neck and lift myself over his lap, turning the sweet kiss into a fervent one.

His grip slid down toward my waist, leaving a trail of heat and goosebumps in their wake as his thumbs settled to rubbing my sides affectionately, allowing his hands to linger there before grasping my hips roughly and moving them across his lap, slowly feeling him at half mast.

I move my arms from his neck and instead place one hand on his cheek, the other trailing over to rub the tips of his ear between my forefinger and thumb and he bucks his hips upward while holding my hips down. The hand I once held on his cheek reaching over to rub his other ear and he groans in the kiss. I reach my hand over toward his kuru, giving it the slightest of tugs.

“Little one, you’ll be the death of me,” He then starts nipping on my bottom lip, kissing alongside my cheeks, making sure to plant a kiss on my nose and forehead, before moving down toward my jawline. I gasp as he begins kissing down my neck and had failed to notice his hand under my crop top shirt, not removing it before his finger greedily found my nipples, holding them in his hands as his thumbs played with the pebbled tips.

“Please don’t stop-“ I whined while his lips gently kissed my pulse point, his fangs occasionally scratching the sensitive skin there, and I was reduced to a shivering mess.

“Don’t wanna,” He answers quickly, taking my top off completely and tossing it somewhere on the walkway. Attaching his mouth to my breast, enjoying himself very much, my hands going straight for his hair and allowing my nails to scrape his scalp, feeling like this was the best place to hold on to. He didn’t take long to switch toward the other, giving that nipple the same attention.

I could feel the tips of his fingers sliding down my sides once more, reaching to expertly untie my tewng. I stand to discard myself of the fabric and his mouth disconnects from my breast, looking up at me with glossy eyes, not that he was crying, just staring at me in awe.

“I love you,” His thick accent hadn’t made it hard for me to understand what he had said to me in my language. But it did make me pause slightly feeling all of the warmth radiate from his words and right through my chest, I grasped his cheeks and brought his head forward to meet my lips with his.

“I love you too.” I responded after our lips parted. Realizing I had been standing naked.

“I want to try something,” He speaks while his hands run along my thighs. “I want you to sit on my face.”

I smile leaning down to kiss him again, telling him to lay down so I could properly sit on his face. I place my knee’s on the floor before allowing myself to hover over him becoming nervous once more.

“Sit, ma’tìyawn,” He’s already wrapped his arms around my thighs, I try to mentally prepare myself for sitting but felt him yank on my thighs, effectively sitting me against his tongue. I gasp at the feeling, my hands instinctively grasping his arms as a means to ground myself. I look down and could tell by his eyes alone that he was smirking, and before I could comment on it he starts licking.

“Oh,” I could feel his tongue delving between the lips and circling around my nerve filled bud, unintentionally bucking my hips.

“S-sorry-“ I apologized and accidentally bucked my hips again. “Feels s’good, sorry-“ I bucked again and looked down to see his amused stare, of course he’d be enjoying this. I could feel his fangs yanking at the skin of my lips just right and bucked my hips again, closing my eyes tightly, allowing myself to enjoy the feeling.

“Don’t stop,” I chant, allowing my hips to have a mind of their own. His fangs were good at adding extra stimulation, and it felt amazing. “Fuck I’m close,” I whine feeling my own body change up how I wanted him to continue.

“Holy fuck,” I grind my hips against his mouth feeling the orgasm building, trying to bring myself closer to the edge, panting heavily as I attempt to finish. I can feel one of his hands moving against my thigh, too caught up in pleasure I couldn’t open my eyes, but the same motion was being done.

It takes me a couple seconds to figure out that he’d been using this type of way to sign, I try focusing on his movements once more and realize he’s telling me to come.

“Okay-“ I choke out and allow myself to tip over the edge as he continues feasting on me, it helped ride out my orgasm and prolonged it a bit, but I’d finally stopped my own movements and hang my head as I try to catch my breath.

“I want to mate the way your people do,” I can see the confusion in his eyes and I smile lightly to clarify.

“I mean the position,”

His face softens tremendously at my request as he nods. He offers his hand to me but I lightly push it away, kneeling down to untie his tewng from his hips, being careful to take it off his tail, which he thumps happily at the gesture, I toss is over to where mine was.

I turn to see him with open and I smile, walking over to him, allowing myself to be engulfed into the biggest hug ever, enjoying the way his body warmed mine, the way we fit together made me feel like I was at home. I could feel the tip of his penis against my thighs, since he’d been sitting on his knee’s.

“I’ll be gentle, little one, tell me if you want to stop and I will.” I nod at his words. He’d always been considerate and I’m sure he was scared of hurting me due to our size difference.

“I trust you, yawne,” I responded as he lifts me slightly, the tip of his penis lining up with my opening, I was still facing him as he slides me down, the gasp leaving my lips making him stop for a moment, it had been a bit since we had done anything, and I welcomed the stretch.

“Does it hurt?” He asks but I just kiss him. “Ma’Y/n-“ He backs off from the kiss right as the slightest whimper escaped my throat, my arms had snakes their way around his neck during our embrace, but I needed to feel more.

“Please, ‘nung, more-“ I managed to speak in Na’Vi.

“I don’t want to hurt you,”

“I don’t care-“ I moan and try pushing myself down but his hands on my hips stop me from doing what I wanted.

“And I do, use your words.” He asks sternly and it causes me to open my eyes, looking at him, he looks upset. I only smile stupidly and take my hands, placing them on his ears, the unexpected touch had caused him to rut his hips upward, I continue rubbing the lobes teasingly between my thumbs and forefingers.

“Yawne!” He hisses as a warning but moaning halfway through, biting his bottom lip into his mouth.

“Wanna hear you,” I stated as I felt the small resolve of his hands loosening their tight grip, allowing myself to slide down the rest of the way, still being held close to his chest, enjoying the embrace, my fingers having moved off his ears and onto his shoulders for stability.

“Need you, bad,” I grunt as soon as I feel his hands mold over my hips, his iron grip had me addicted to him, how sweet he could be to me, my heart and pussy were throbbing.

“I need to go fast, baby, can’t hold on-“ He whimpers as his eyes travel down to see where we are joined. My mind is feels dizzy-in a good way- when I hear him speak English.

“Go fast,” I stated as I held onto his shoulder knowing he’d go pretty quick, and I was right, he pistons his hips as of he were pounding into a fleshlight. The speed of his thrusts were causing himself to push the tip of his penis into my cervix, a bulge to grow in my belly, all of this was normal. But the rarest thing was being able to feel his hips meeting mine, skin slapping on skin as he fucks himself deep inside me.

I could feel his cock twitch and knew he was close. I couldn’t stop my loud self from moaning and enjoying the feeling of his cock kissing every inch of my pussy just right. He was freely moaning in my ears as he chases his own orgasm and I could feel myself already coming for the second time. His cock spurting, the bioluminescent come dripping out of me at the same time, it was brighter than most times as some of it had splattered on my thighs.

I stared in awe at the color, unaware that Ao’nung had continued thrusting at the same speed inside of me. I kept shifting my hands on his shoulders as I felt like I couldn’t ground myself, the overwhelming feeling starting in the pit if my stomach, the overstimulation- that dull ache in my cunt- was hitting, but the head of his thick cock was hitting my g-spot too well. Massaging it constantly as he continued hitting it, my moans never stopping, his hips didn’t either.

“Can’t fucking think, please, lemme come- needa come again, ah ah ahhh,” I whined knowing he had to understand everything I was saying.

“Wanna fill you up with children, see you round, make you an um’ma. Fill that pretty pussy, fuck you dumb.”

“I wanna be a mama,” I whine, my nails digging into his back, my back arching, only pushing our chests further together.

“Need to mark you, little one,” He grunts while pushing his face between the crook of my neck, his bite wasn’t even registered as my climax took over, my walls contracting as I came, his bioluminescent come painting me again.

Deep down I’d always wanted to become a mother, but knew it was only wishful thinking. There was no way humans and Na’Vi could have children together- even if Ao’nung mentioned we could, I felt saddened by this fact but we could always adopt children, maybe thats how we’ll get four.

He had slid himself out of me but kept me close to his chest, making sure I was content. I could only lay my head on his shoulders as I caught my breath, not even bothering to tune into my surroundings. I could feel him lay us down sideways, placing his arm as a temporary pillow to support my head, gently petting my hair.

“Welcome back to Pandora, ma’Y/n.” He smiles at me as I had opened my tired eyes.

“Hello,” I stated tiredly as he smiles, he has his mothers smile.

__________

“Are you awake enough to talk about something important?” I asked as she sat in my lap, she sat sideways, her back was against one of my arms and I could see her face from this angle.

“I’m sorry for ignoring you and your family, I was certain that no matter how badly I’d want to see you that she would skin me alive.” I knew she had meant my mother, and it pained me to know that she was potentially correct, it had taken a lot of talking to my mother for her to understand that I did love Y/n.

“No, ma’tìyawn, that is not it,” I lean over to kiss her forehead as she sighs in contentment. “I needed to talk to you about something I told Neteyam.” It seemed appropriate at the time since I had wanted him to know I had no reason to be jealous, I technically owe it all to him.

“You don’t have to share if you want it to,” She had stated in the smallest voice, it warmed my heart, I’m sure she thought I hadn’t wanted to share my visit today, so I ran my hand across her back gently.

“I believe I do, yawne.” I can see her accept with a slight nod and couldn’t help but smile down at her. If Neteyam visited her, it would most likely be tonight, and its only fair to let her know about my carelessness, I should have consulted with her before openly offering her body to him.

“I met with him and told him what you said to me. He seemed like he was willing to meet with you in your dreams but he did not give a definite answer.” I explained to her and she nods.

“Thank you, that means more to me than you’ll ever know.” She admits and it makes me wince.

“I also may have told him to destress with you, if he understood what I meant by that,”

This had caught her attention. Her head had turned rather quickly at my comment and her brows were furrowed in confusion. I couldn’t stop the embarrassing blush covering my cheeks and feeling it reach the tips of my ears as they flickered around a bit.

“You mean like, like us having sex?” She asks and I nod once.

“I-“ She cuts herself off as her face shifts back to the open water as she seems to be trying to take all of this in.

“Let me make sure I understand this,” She had brought her hands together with both palms facing each other, the tips of her forefingers pressed against her lips as she took in a deep breath.

“You told Neteyam to visit me in my dreams, then told him to destress with me, as in he should feel free to have sex with an already mated woman?” She asks and her eyes shift over to look at mine, which is how I knew she was done speaking, I nod sheepishly. Hearing it come out of her mouth made it sound like a dumb idea.

“Why?” She asks in a calm manner, I was expecting her to have exploded angrily.

“Now that you say that it sounds stupid, no?” I ask and try to avoid eye contact, looking down at the water through the spirit tree.

“No, but I feel horribly for wanting to-“ She cuts herself off and hides her face in her hands.

“I feel like I owe him. Had the two of you not courted, you would have no reason to have been brought here by Jake, or stolen by your alien father. You would not have been chosen as my mate and we would not be here right now.”

“Does this ruin our mating before Eywa? Or does our mating not count since I can’t form tsaheylu with you?” She asks and seems rather nervous.

“I consent to this because I feel like I owe him, ma’Y/n. If the two of you consent to it nothing will change between us and we are still in union with each other. If you do not consent to it you are not obligated to do it. But I have a feeling you’d like the opportunity to.” I allow myself to be bold to make that statement, especially after her previous statement when she’d covered her face with her small hands.

“I don’t know, Ao,” She stated quietly and seemed at conflict with herself. “I feel horrible for saying I do.” She adds and I feel relief flooding through me that she knew this was something she did want. She looks at me with big eyes

as if she were scared.

“I have you in every way he cannot have you. As a wife, a mate, and physically. This will not change the way I look at or treat you. I want you to enjoy yourself with him in any way you can.”

She nods and seems to accept that answer, I could feel the need to hug her and I did, it seemed like thats exactly what she needed as she lets out a relieved exhale.

“Would you like to head back now or a little later?” I offer her the choice and she smiles.

“Now is fine, but could we stay above water? I want to see the stars, and your tahnì,” She pokes at them carefully and I nod at he request, calling the Ilu over and watching it happily come over.

I slipped off the walkway, connecting my kuru with the Ilu, gently patting her sides before reaching my hand back over to Y/n, who took it and I yanked her over the Ilu, facing me.

“Thank you,” She states while hugging me, her cheek pressed against my chest and I can feel her relax against it, I place my hand over her head to lightly press her face closer to my chest and take a deep breath myself.

It hadn’t taken long to get there, our little trip back was spent in comfortable silence. Her little hands came up to trace meaningless patterns over my tahnì, but I knew it had made her happy and I didn’t mind it.

“I feel nervous again.” She stated as we walked back toward the marui’s. There had still been a few people out celebrating and dancing, but I knew she’d probably be too tired to rejoin the group.

“Don’t be,” I picked her up into my arms and she squeals a bit.

“I’m capable of walking,” She protests and I laugh.

“I do not care.” I stated simply.

After walking into our Marui she’d taken to walking around to find the most comfortable space, not that I minded. She was in awe of us now getting our own privacy and said she had to pick the comfiest spot to sleep. I’d stood by the entrance with a hand on my hip as she jumped similar to little Tuk the first day the Sully’s arrived.

“Right here.” She sits immediately then looks up at me with a smile on her face.

“You do realize you have to get up so I can place our mat down.” I stated matter-of-factly and she rolls her eyes, standing up and crossing her own arms.

“Come here,” I was the one who walked over to her and peppered her face with kisses. “Don’t pout, little one,” I kiss her nose and she fails at hiding her smile.

“I want to cuddle.” She demands and I laugh at her reaction as I place her into my arms as I lay down, her head on my chest and she drapes a leg over me.

“Good night ma’tìyawn.” I kiss the top of her head.

“Good night, Ao,” She murmurs as she slowly drifts off to sleep, I continue staying up a bit looking at the top of the marui.

“Great mother, please don’t let her feel guilty and let her enjoy her time with him.” I prayed aloud while stroking her hair gently.

__________

I opened my eyes as I sat with my feet in the water near a lake. There was a small waterfall that roared in the distance, and the dirt I could smell reminded me of home, but looking up I could see myself surrounded by the tree’s of the pandoran forest. There had been a bit of wind blowing through and I could hear the lemurs chirping in the distance as they swung through the tree’s.

“My my,”

I’d frozen at the sound of the familiar voice I’d grown to love over the years, whipping my head around rather quickly, knowing I just had to see him.

“Nete-“ I choked on my words and the tears come flooding down my face, his beautiful face immediately becoming blurred and all I could do was try blinking them away, but they return at a steady pace, continuously blocking his face from my view.

“Hey there, small thing.” He must have kneeled since his hands are on my face cupping my cheeks, as his thumbs work to wipe my tears away. I take my feet out of the water and turn myself to hug him tightly, my ugly sobs wracking my body.

“It’s okay, I’m here now.” He reassures me as he rubs the small of my back.

I wanted to calm down and hold a conversation with him, but this was the first time I’d seen him since his burial. I wasn’t able to connect to the spirit tree the way the Na’Vi can and being able to feel him once again after being taken from my father- this felt unreal.

At some point my sobs had stopped, but my sniffles had taken over. My tears stopped streaming down and only came occasionally, my head had been placed in the crook of his neck as he continued rubbing the small of my back, gentle caresses with his calloused hands.

“Sorry, I know I’m a crybaby.” I tried to be funny to lighten the mood but the way my tone was made it sound like I was complaining.

“Not as much as Tuk, my love.” He responds but allows me to rest my face on him, not moving, keeping me comfortable.

“I missed you,” I finally tore my face away from the crook of his neck, finally being able to get a good look at him, just staring at his face in awe.

“I missed you too.” He smiles.

“I’m sorry for what happened to you ‘Teyam.” I could only look at him in sadness and he caresses my cheek.

“It wasn’t your fault, my love. Lo’ak and I decided to go save you and Spider, please do not blame yourself.” He states and kisses my forehead.

“I wish I could have saved you as well.”

“You are too tiny to fight anyone, Y/n, just look at you. What would you do? Tickle them to death or stun them with your cuteness?” He asks as he pokes around my sides tickling me in the process and causing me to burst out into laugher as he continues tickling me. I try pushing his hands away but he’s swatting mine in the process.

“Sto-op it!” I squealed loudly as he keeps up. He grasps both of my hands into one of his and pins them over my head, his other hand still ticking me, I try to twist myself away but he climbs on top of me to keep me from doing that.

“Stop moving, my love.” He teases as I giggle from his small pokes. But time seemed to stop at that very moment and he leans down cautiously, stopping before he gets to my lips and almost looks like he’s going to pull back.

“Are you going to chicken out or are you gonna kiss me?” I asked realistically and his smile returns just before dipping his head down and kissing me gently and it stuns me.

“Thats not how you-“ He cuts me off by kissing me roughly, his fangs poking at my lips and I’m sure they were bruised by his brute force, but this was how it always was with him. The hand that had been tickling me had gone up my side and underneath my off-the-shoulder crop top to pinch my nipple.

“Mmmph!” I whine in his mouth as he continues to kiss me and he pulls back with a smirk.

“Let’s see how long you can stay quiet, my love.” He doesn’t seem to want to let go of the hands he’s holding above my head within his strong grasp, he steadily kisses on my neck, allowing his fangs to tug on my skin.

“‘Teyam, fuckin tease-“ I grunt and try to move from his grasp and fail to.

“That didn’t take long, hm?” He isn’t really asking as he kisses down my neck, suckling harshly on the skin.

“Shit-“ I suck in a breath as he manages to capture my pulse point between his lips, his fangs teasing the skin around it, and my hips had a mind of their own as they try to find any sort of friction to relieve myself.

“Still so sensitive,” He mumbles as his free hand comes down to pinch my other nipple.

“Teyam, please,” I beg knowing my movements would be useless at this time.

“What is it?” He asks, moving his head down to suckle on my other nipple through the shirt, his free hand moving down toward me thigh, positioning it over his lower back, eyes still looking right at me.

“Please!” I whine and he just chuckles, biting on my nipple lightly.

“What? Use my fingers?” He asks in a teasing manner, using the fingers from his free hand to tickle my side as he said it, causing a mixed giggle and moan to bubble from my lips.

“Use your mouth to shut you up,” I grunt as I try moving, feeling his boner directly on my clothed pussy, failing to do so as his free hand had seemed to grasp my hips before I could even think about moving them.

“I could do that,” He agrees and his hands loosen on my wrists before looking back up at me again. “These stay on my head or by your side.” He demands and lets go of my wrists, I’d nodded to show I understood and was biting my lip in excitement.

“Wanna see these too,” He lifts me up by my back and unties my shirt quickly, sliding it off my body.

“So fucking beautiful,” He grunts and his hands greedily rush down to my tewng, taking it off easily.

“Teyam,” I whine and keep my legs open like a slut.

“Yeah baby, I know,” He states as he just sits on his knee’s to take a look at me. Biting his lip as he comes close with one finger, planting it heavily between my folds as he slides up, sliding against my clit.

“Mm!” I hold in a moan hips bucking, his eyes flicker between mine and back to my pussy as he repeats the action, my hips repeating theirs.

“You’re so wet,” He comments but I don’t bother responding since he continues his actions.

“Need more-“

“Stop being greedy, baby, you take what I give you.” He commented with a husky voice and I felt myself clench around nothing at his command.

“Y-yes sir-“ I moan out, shutting my eyes and allowing myself to feel the pleasure he was giving me. Feeling his finger stop, my eyes snap open to see him looking at me angrily.

“Eyes on me, small thing.”

“Yes sir-“ I stated breathless keeping my eyes on his as he continues his ministrations.

“I think you’re ready for my fingers, hmm?” He’d looked down at my cunt and back up to my face.

“I take what you give.” I respond and he nods once.

“Thats my good girl,” He smiles as he inserts a finger and I’m instantly clenching around it, the feeling was foreign but welcomed. I let out a moan mixed with a sigh as he didn’t hesitate to insert his second finger in there.

“I’m going to enjoy myself now, my love, remember where your hands need to be.” He reminds me as he dips his head down toward my needy cunt, licking a fat stripe over my clit, my hands immediately clenching around his braids.

“Fuck-“ I whine as I let my hips move while I could, until I felt his free hand hold me down, I grunted, I hated when he stopped me from moving, but it always added to the pleasure.

“Teyam, please!” I whine and hear him chuckle with a mouth full of pussy, the vibrations of his laugh making me tingle inside. He detaches his mouth from my sensitive nub, kissing the mound of my pussy, catching my attention while he continued thrusting his fingers in.

“You can’t come, my love, hold it until I tell you.” He stated knowing damn well I was getting there.

“Can’t,”

“You will. Only good girls get to come.” He commands and I roll my eyes while managing to meet my thrusts with his fingers. He’s really making my mind work when he talks in both languages.

“You sure you wanna do that?” He asks not bothering to stop me as I defiantly bounce on his fingers.

“I do what I want. I take what I want. And I want to come,” I stated bossily while continuing to enjoy the pleasure his fingers were bringing me as he thrusted back.

“Is that so?” He asks with a raised brow.

“M’ coming,” I tip myself past the edge just to have him yank his fingers out of my cunt, watching it clench around nothing, my orgasm unsatisfactory. I grunt at the loss of his fingers and sit on my elbows to look at him.

“What the fuck was that!” I yelled at him.

“You fail to realize that I’m in charge here, my love.” He takes his own tewng off, tossing it to the side, his cock standing at attention. My mouth waters at the sight and he smirks.

“Wanna taste, yawne?” He asks and I nod absentmindedly, completely forgetting about my ruined orgasm, watching him pump himself a couple times with the fingers covered in my slick.

“Fuck baby, come put your mouth on me,” He moans and I’m quick to sit on my knees, hands twitching to touch his length again, and once I do I can feel the warmth and heft of it again, my mouth immediately going for the head, not bothering to listen to his instructions.

“Shit, missed this dick huh?” He asks and I could only respond by taking him deeper into my throat, letting him slide down easily, my hands working on the rest of him that would not fit.

“That throat was made f’me.” He asks as his hand rests on the back of my head, not bothering to push my head in at all, just resting it there.

“Fuck!” He growls and thrusts lightly into my throat, my mouth backing off of him, as my tears were blurring everything again.

“M’sorry baby, got carried away,” He apologizes and leans down to kiss my head.

“Can you fuck me now?” I asked him and blinked the tears away, letting them slide down my face.

“Are you okay with that?” He asks and I nod without hesitation.

“Desperately,” I answered.

He leans down to kiss me passionately before picking me up completely, I squeal at the sudden shift in environment and could feel my back being pressed against something as one hand slides down toward my waist. He breaks the kiss and I could tell my back was against a tree as I look up and see the giant leaves sprouting from the top.

“Are you certain?” He asks again, but the feeling of his thick hot cock resting between my wet pussy lips had me desperate.

“I’ve never been more certain before, my love,” I respond and he thins his lips quick, nodding, before placing the tip of his penis at my entrance, pushing it in slowly.

Having never felt his cock inside me before pretty much had this moment filled with euphoria, I yelp at the stretch and he stops, hand leaving my waist and touching my face gently.

“Does it hurt?” He asks with the sweetest concern.

“So big-“ I whine and feel tears pricking my eyes once more, this was completely different than Ao’nung, not that either one was better, they were each delicious in their own way. The curvature of Neteyam’s cock helped him fill out places Ao’nung hadn’t reached.

“Does it hurt.” He states again, gritting his teeth.

“Feels different,” I admit with a moan feeling the tears sliding down my face. “Feels good, want more-“

“Answer me the first time, small thing.” He flicks my nipple and it makes me arch my back at the sensation, grunting as my back pushes up the tree bark. He doesn’t waste time going in a bit faster knowing that I wasn’t hurt, I gasp at the sensation of his cock kissing my cervix earlier than Ao’nung’s does, but I felt full.

“Teyam, wait,” I place my palms on his chest and he stops regardless of not wanting to, I could see him looking down, eyes screwed shut at the feeling or at least I think they were shut as new tears replace the ones that had fallen.

“Shit, my love, you feel phenominal.” He moans loudly and gasp at the sound as he slowly ruts his hips in further.

“Wa-wanna see some-thing cra-zy?” I ask as I too can feel myself slipping.

“O-open y-your eyes,” I point down at the bump growing from my stomach, showcasing how big his penis was inside my smaller-by comparison- body.

“Oh shit,” He growls. “Imma fuckin torture you,” He spoke so deeply my pussy contracted at his words. “Yeah I knew you’d like that.” He grasps my hips as a means to hold on to me and starts gliding outward.

“Ahh~” I moan at the friction of his length rubbing my walls and he joins me, more tears forming at the glorious feeling.

“This feels amazing, ma’Y/n,” He moans by my ear as he slips it back in without warning, my body rocking with the force, feeling him bruise my cervix with the head of his penis.

“Please, Teyam!” I whine loudly and he nips at my ear lobe, making me yelp in surprise, he slips his cock out again and slams it back in.

“Take it, baby, take what I give you like a good girl, yeah?” He thrusts pretty quickly but the feeling of the repetitive motion as he abuses my cervix is incredible.

“Fuck, fuck, I’m close-“ I warn him and he just smirks, taking one of his hands from my hips and placing it up by my neck, my pussy clenching at the thought of him choking me, God I missed this so much.

“Come for me yawntu,” He mumbles as he squeezes the sides of my neck and I lose myself over his cock, screwing my eyes shut as I come over his cock.

“Fuck this feels better than what I imagined,” He groans while continuing to thrust into me and squeezing the sides of my neck.

“Wait, s’too much,” I whine after my orgasm had subsided and an ache replaced what had started to feel good.

“Come on baby, you’ve got another in you, I know you do.” He pants as he thrusts at the same speed, I catch him looking at my belly as he does so and I moan feeling dirty.

“O-o-one mo-more,” I agree and he smiles.

“Yeah baby, one more. This is too good, why didn’t we do this sooner?” He grunts and I reach my arm up to pull on his ear, he growls.

“Because y-you’re a p-prude,” I try joking and his face snaps up toward mine, seeing my tear stained cheeks no doubt, and bringing the hand that had been around my neck to hold my cheek, my head lolling to the side so my face rests in his palm.

“You always looked so pretty when you cried from my fingers tìyawn,” He whines as I caress one of his ears, my other hand taking his kuru in my hand and tugging it lightly, he hisses but I know he enjoys it.

“Where can I come?” He asks while grunting as he thrusts in, still managing to hold my waist with the hand that wasn’t on my cheek.

“In me, b-but,” I moan in between my words as he thrusts into me happily. “Kiss me, please.” I beg and he nods.

“Are you close?” He asks and I shake my head, so he dips the hand holding my waist down to rub circles on my clit while leaning in to kiss me. The friction of his cock grinding inside perfectly, the bark of the tree scratching my back, the heavy pressure of his fingers on my clit, and his deep kiss on my lips had made me come together with him.

I could feel the euphoria wash over me for a third time as we rode out our orgasms together. The warm spurts of come dripping down toward my butt and thighs, making a huge mess on my thighs as it slipped out, a small puddle formed from the drippings.

“Now what do we say?” Neteyam mutters while holding onto my hips, still connected inside me, I look over at him tiredly.

“Thank you for letting me come,” I smile and he kisses my forehead gently. Sliding me off of him and holding me against his chest.

“Was I too rough with you, my love?” He asks and I shake my head.

“Just right,” I admit tiredly as I lay my head on his chest, he steps closer to the lake again, sitting down and slowly sliding in, allowing us to glide into the water softly.

“Lets get you cleaned up, okay?” He kisses my temple as I nod my head.

“Will you be gentle, please?” I ask and the look in his face is somewhat shocked.

“Of course I will.” He reassures me.

“I love you, Neteyam.” I stated while placing my arms around his neck, leaning in to kiss his lips again. “And I miss you terribly.”

“I missed you as well, my love, and I will always treasure you. And all the times we spent together.” He settles me out of the water before getting himself out.

“Do I have to leave?” I pout showing my unhappiness at leaving.

“As much as it pains me, small thing, you have to. It’s about time you wake up to your husband.” He places his hand on my head and crinkles his nose like he always does, showing me a smile.

“I didn’t even thank you,” I stated.

“Thank me for what?” He asks me.

“For loving me even when the odds were against us.”

“I should be thanking you and him.”

“For what?” It was my turn to ask him and he ties my tewng back on as I stood in front of him.

“For allowing me this, for letting me see you, for letting me have you.” He responded while picking my shirt up and I automatically stuck my arms out as he slides it back on.

“Looks like you have to go back now.” He stated rather disappointed.

“Will I ever see you again?” I asked, rushing my words, not knowing how much time I had left with him and he just smiles.

“That depends on the two of you. You’re mated now, Eywa allows what the two of you agree upon.” He answers and I nod.

“I will try to see you again, I love you,”

“I love you too, my love.” He says while reaching out to cup my cheek. “Now wake up,” He says in a gentle voice and I hold on to his hand, smiling warmly as I slowly felt it disappear.

~~~~~

I could feel myself suddenly as if I was pushed back into my body without warning. The numbness on my limbs had me thinking I had fallen asleep at an awkward position but I was splayed out like a starfish. My eyelids felt too heavy to open but the bright light was a reminder to take my time before opening them or I’d shut them quickly and potentially fall asleep again.

It doesn’t take too long to move my head away from the sun that had been shining near my eyes. I could finally take the time to open them and find myself staring at the entrance with my husbands wet body stepping in, water droplets cascading down his body.

“Why are you wet?” I find myself asking him in a tired voice and he smiles as he sets his spear in a designated area, before coming over to me.

“Fishing,” He responded simply but goes over toward me and helps me sit up.

“What time is it?” I asked him.

“The sun has passed its zenith, getting close to dinner time.” He replies with a smile.

“Why do I feel so tired?” I asked him with a big sigh, how could I have slept so long and still feel like garbage?

“Thats how we feel sometimes after our visit to the cove of ancestors.” He reassures me.

“I was supposed to help Neytiri and Kiri today,” I suddenly remembered and felt guilty for having slept through it all.

“I’m sure they weren’t bothered by your absence, the couple aren’t typically seen that often a week into their union.” He smiles, blushing slightly at that information.

“People think I’ve been home all day getting fucked?”

“Well, you have been.” He states with a matter-of-fact manner. I make a face at what he says and suddenly feel the guilt start to consume me.

“No no, don’t let your mind go there, ma’tìyawn.” He is quick to embrace me, pulling me close to his chest, and his smell had started to help calm me.

“I just-“

“Shh,” He states gently and I nod.

“I’m sorry-“

“That defeats the purpose of me shushing you, ma’Y/n,” He chuckles a bit and it puts a smile on my face.

[sam-loves-seb]

look. I know there are probably a million and a half takes on this, but I had this thought, and it wouldn’t leave my brain, so now you have to deal with it too.

ian is not the sun.

ian is the moon, and mickey is the sun.

mickey is the sun, at least in ian’s eyes he is, because ian’s whole world starts ends and revolves around his husband. the pull mickey has on him feels like a gravitational orbit, stronger than any crush or infatuation ever has been, and no matter how much distance (physical and metaphorical) ian puts between them, he always—always—comes back to mickey. and mickey, well he burns hotter and brighter than just about anyone else they know, all barely checked temper and hot seething rage, and hell hath no fury like a mickey scorned because he will burn you faster than any fire ever could. and god, his eyes—do not get ian started on mickey’s eyes—they’re as blue as a cloudless sky on a summer’s day, all warm and wide and vast as the horizon, and ian could stare at them for hours the way he’d stare up at the sky in the backyard as a kid. and yeah, maybe sometimes you can’t look directly at mickey, like maybe you’ll get hurt if you stare for too long, but ian’s best friends are a pair of sunglasses and a bottle of spf, so he’s not exactly new to the sun game, and if he’s the only one who knows how to handle it—that’s more than fine with the both of them

and ian—ian is the moon the way mickey needs air to breathe, because yeah, maybe he’s all smiley and lukewarm to everyone he fucking meets, but that’s not ian, not the real ian, that’s just good fucking manners or whatever shit ian says, but mickey doesn’t care about that. mickey cares about the ian that’s only for him, the one that is there for him through everything, even the bad shit, like the little sliver of moonlight slipping through the curtains on a really dark night, the little bit of comfort that’s enough to get him through the dark times and keep going until morning, like the guiding light on the sidewalks when he wanders home from work or the alibi or whatever late at night when the streets are empty and he’s alone. because mickey’s never really alone, not now that’s for sure, but not even then, when there were miles (metaphorical and literal) between them, because mickey would look up at the moon through the bars on the rec room window or the patio from his apartment in mexico and he’d think of ian, and his stupid fucking lopsided curved grin creeping up on his face like a crescent moon in its own right, and it’d be enough to get him til morning. even now, when he can’t sleep and he’s restless, he still looks for the moon, only now he doesn’t look out the window—why would he when he has the real thing on the other side of his mattress—he throws an arm and a leg over his husband like he’d lasso the moon if he could, and he pulls ian closer.

ian goes through phases, up down then up again, and they’re manageable, almost predictable if you study it close enough, like the phases of the moon or the flow of the tide, in and out, waxing and waning, and mickey loves all versions of ian, the full bright smiles and the dark barely there days, and every variation in between. because ian is still ian, no matter what stage he’s currently in, the same way the moon is still that bright glowing rock in the sky night after night, and mickey is happy to get pushed and pulled like waves on the shore under ian’s influence.

mickey studies the galaxies printed on ian’s body, across his chest and stomach, his shoulders and his arms, even the little ones dotting the backs of ian’s hands, and mickey finds peace in the stardust that paints ian’s skin, in the constellations he maps out on ian’s face with his lips, and even tho the freckles there are more faded then when they were kids, mickey still knows where every single one of them is. he brushes his fingers over the new one above his eyebrow, the one ian got after spending a little too much time with his tomato plant the other day, and mickey feels like an astronomer discovering a new star that he just never would’ve been able to see five, ten years ago on his own personal night sky, but he’s here to see it now so he kisses his latest discovery and falls asleep dreaming of a name for his newest constellation

[yun-fangz]

I agree it is a bit difficult to find recent jongho fics lately, and as I am in love with this man it makes me sad.

so I am here!!!! I wanna ride him while he praises me for doing so good, I wanna mark up his pretty neck ESPECIALLY THAT GOD DAMNED FRECKLE ON HIS THROAT I LOVE IT SM JONGHO I SWEAR LIKE THIS MAN HAS ME ON MY KNEES FOR HIM ITS INSANE—

HIIIII THANK U FOR SLIDING IN <3 JONGHO NECK. i could go into heat just thinking about it oh my god his neck is so pretty i just want to nip and bite and kiss it SHEHWHWHWBE *rabid noises* anyway though heehehe lemme see what i can do 😁

thoughts under the cut! mdni.

just imagine him laying back on the pillows of your shared bed, eyes heavy as he trails them over your moving frame. you were eager to do so good for him, riding his cock like your life depended on it.

"yeah, work yourself on me just like that pretty girl" he'd say as you rock your hips against him.

"riding me so well, making me feel so good" he continued to praise in between the deep throws of pleasure.

the praise did nothing but spur you on, your lower body moving with a newfound passion as you leaned forward, connecting your lips with his for the nth time that night.

you let your lips mingle together for a while before moving and trailing open-mouthed kisses down his chin and straight to his neck. wasting no time, you immediately began to nip and suck at the sensitive skin.

jongho's hiss of pleasure had you clenching around him, slowing your pace ever so slightly to focus more on biting and marking all along his neck.

you continued to move around his neck, wanting to mark every inch of skin you could see, spending extra time on the area where his mole was placed.

feeling satisfied with your work, you move to sit back up and the view has you going absolutely feral. jongho with his heavy eyes staring right into yours, his neck littered in angry red marks, the skin slowly getting darker by the minute.

you couldn't help but moan out at how good he looked all marked up, identical to how you were at the moment.

it was romantic in the most primal way, marking eachother up to show that you belonged to one another.

he belonged to you just as you belonged to him.

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a/n: i got a little carried away...... sorry 😀

i also tried to include everything u mentioned while keeping it cohesive so i'm sorry if it seems a little off 😭 i'm still trying to get back into the throws of writing again after taking so much time off! lmk what u think tho LOLOLOL

rbs are appreciated :)

[flutteringfable]

venti appearance hcs bc i love him he is so silly and has never done anything wrong at all

khanri'ah? destroyed? haha i have no idea what you’re talking about venti is so innocent and soft and would never do such a thing

all jokes aside, i like thinking about scars he might have, or little quirks about his outfit etc. enjoy my silly brainrot about this goofball

this post got very long but honestly considering its about one of my favorite blorbos i’m not surprised

no content warnings aside from maybe mentions of injuries and scars? nothing crazy tho 👍

starting at the top, his hair!

venti tends to sleep in trees a lot (he probably has his own actual house somewhere but he likes to nap in the wild for some reason), so he often has leaves or moss in his hair. he does his best to brush or wash it out when he can, but he hangs out outdoors so often it kind of doesn’t help

the tips of his braids glow when he’s excited, angry, flustered, etc.

no one (except for a choice few people, of course) has really guessed that the hair glow happens because he’s an archon

venti is so eccentric that people are just like “yeah we dunno he’s just like that it’s probs something to do w his vision idk”

sometimes, on particularly hot days or when he needs to keep it out of his face, he pulls it into a sort of half-up ponytail and pins his bangs to the side.

he likes to put feathers in the ends of his braids! he finds finch feathers pretty, and he also likes to use dvalin’s feathers sometimes

dvalin’s feathers glow with his hair, for some reason. maybe its the anemo? maybe it’s their strong connection? who knows

his hair is very fluffy and soft. he washes it often, and it tends to fluff out a little bit when it gets dry. having it braided and then undoing it after a while adds to the fluff.

moving down a bit, his face!

*clears throat into mic, standing in front of thousands of venti fans* glowy freckles.

he has a mix of regular and glowy freckles! they’re a lot more prominent when he’s been out in the sun

he has a really bad habit of chewing on his lips when he’s writing or thinking very hard about something, so while they are soft, there’s always marks and cracks from where he bites them.

his cheeks are almost always rosy since he spends a lot of time outside.

he has some small scars around the edges of his face from when dvalin was a baby and liked to climb all over him (mostly onto his head)

i know archons technically don’t suffer ailments like eyestrain as badly as mortals do, but venti has been writing poetry for thousands of years. he probably gets migraines, and might wear reading glasses to write sometimes.

the glasses are intricately designed, and they’re one of the only things he’s ever saved up money for other than alcohol.

he just liked the pretty ones a lot, especially since they had a sort of winged/angelic theme to their design

i’m not really sure what shape the lenses would be, but i like the idea of them being round. they have a little chain on them that has a feather charm attached. the frames are golden (not actual gold, of course. though venti may or may not have been willing to pay the extra expenses had they been real gold.)

the handles are also golden, and they have feather shaped accents near where the frames connect.

anyway, he wears them out once in a while when he wants to work on his wips at the tavern or on the barbatos statue. he doesn’t drink much when he has them with him, because of course he would prefer to not break his favorite and only pair of glasses by passing out or otherwise.

venti has a bad habit of staying up too long and losing track of time, so occasionally he gets dark circles under his eyes

next up, his build and scars etc!

venti stands at about 5’ 4” (~163 cm)

his clothing hides a lot of the way he’s built, aside from his legs

he has a soft chest and tummy (perfect for putting ur head on for a nice nap)

he has surprisingly toned arms? he’s not noticeably buff like alhaitham or itto but he has a lot of muscle in his arms from using his bow.

speaking of his bow, he has a lot of scars from when he was still learning to use it

there’s a mark on his inner left arm from when he accidentally hit it with his bowstring. it used to happen so often that there’s a faint permanent scar there.

he has a lot of soreness and issues with his hands and wrists because he writes and uses his bow a lot, but it used to be MUCH worse when he was still learning

nowadays he knows how to handle the cramps and aches, but when he was learning, he had no idea how to ease them. he could barely write or play his lyre for a while because archery combined with composing music and poetry was taking a serious toll on his arms and hands.

he gets ink marks on his hands a lot

he paints his nails! he has a lot of different colored polishes but his favorite is a soft teal.

everyone knows about the archon markings on his chest and leg, but i raise you:

archon markings where his wings should be when he isn’t in his god form

which is why he wears the cape, since all his markings tend to glow dimly all the time and his shirt is kind of thin.

and finally, his outfit!

in his mortal form, venti loves to collect feathers, crystals, and flowers. he puts them wherever he can fit them, since he oftentimes doesn’t have a pocket or bag aside from his mora pouch. so, when he goes out to windrise for inspiration (or a nap) m, expect him to return with a windwheel aster weaved into a braid and maybe a dove feather tucked behind his ear.

when he’s embarrassed, venti will pull up both sides of his cape to hide his face in

he also tends to fidget with it and his hair when he’s nervous or bored

in my heart he wears thigh highs, idc what hoyoverse reveals them as if they ever do

somehow, venti has some sort of crazy luck and his socks always stay up. they might get a little bunched up in some places after battles, but they never fall completely.

is it archon stuff? black magic? just a venti thing? top ten questions science still can’t answer

he tends to keep a lot of things in his hat. he doesn’t carry much very often, so he can put a quill, his notebook, and a corked bottle of ink underneath it and carry it wherever he pleases.

the ribbon on his cape is only decorative. the cape actually has a small button and a loop that connects to keep it fastened.

that’s about it! if i think of any more i might edit this list, but i think i got everything i wanted out there. hope you enjoyed, and feel free to share your own venti headcanons! i love him sm i would love new perspectives on him from people who are just as normal about him as me <3

[that-sarcastic-writer]

Sweet As Pie (Beau Arlen)

Pairing: Beau Arlen X F!Reader

Summary: Beau has a crush on you, so with a bit of help from Jenny, he asks you out.

Warnings: Bit of language, this is literally candy cane fluff

WC: 1.9k

A/N: I meant it when I said I was gonna write for beau. He's so sweet, I adore him. Might or might not write some more for him, depends how this does. What can I say, I'm in my jensen era. Enjoy the pure fluff, you usually don't get this from me. I'm gonna proceed to disappear for another 3 months now.

Note if you're seeing this for a second time, yes, I am reposting this. I had some issues with the tags/dash and it wasn't showing up at all. So I'm trying again. Fingers crossed. No changes tho.

Comments and reblogs are highly appreciated!

“You’re so into her.”

“I am not.” Even he grimaced at that, his eyebrows furrowed and he pulled his lips into a pout of disapproval, who was he kidding, he knew Jenny was right. But it wasn’t like he could say that out loud. 

When he pulled his ass halfway across the country after his daughter and ex wife, the last thing he expected was to fall for the owner of the local bakery—you. But who wouldn’t? When he met you he was absolutely speechless. The bright smile on your lips, your welcoming attitude, your pretty eyes and your sweet words, they left him flustered. And then he tasted one of your pies, and he knew he was absolutely entranced by you. 

Beau Arlen had a crush on you. Big time. 

He thought he did a pretty good job at hiding it, but after you stopped by the station to drop off a freshly baked cherry pie for him, Jenny caught on. That and the fact that he would not shut the fuck up about you. That was a pretty big tell too. But he thought he was being pretty casual, or at least you seemed to think so, in your clueless nature since apparently it was pretty obvious the sheriff had a bit of a thing for you. 

“Really?” Jenny raised an eyebrow, head tilted to the side, clearly unimpressed. Beau opened his mouth to argue, but quickly realized he had nothing to say, so his lips quickly fell into a line and he shook his head, pretty much running away from Jenny and her persistent stare as he walked into the station. 

He had hoped she would leave him alone about it, that some criminal would change her focus, but much to his dismay, she followed him and she had this knowing look that reminded him of when a mother knew her son had a crush on the pretty girl at school. And at his age, he absolutely did not like that idea at all. 

“Okay, can you not?” He finally stopped and turned around to look at her, only to find that look intensifying along with a small grin and her hands on her hips. 

“What?”

“Can you not look at me like that?” 

She had to hold back a laugh, “Like what?”

Beau rolled his eyes, his head falling to the side with annoyance as he let out a sigh, “Like you know some embarrassing secret.” 

“Well it’s not a secret, you like her, and everyone has noticed by now.” She pointed out with a shrug like it was a simple fact. Beau once again opened his mouth to argue, but his lips simply parted, no actual rebuttal coming out, which only made Jenny snicker even more. “See, for once in your life you’re actually speechless.” 

“Y’know what,” He clicked his tongue, not wanting to be ridiculed further, “I don’t think this is somethin’ we should be discussing at the station. We actually have work to do, y'know, catch criminals and whatnot, so if we could just drop the subject.” He made a gesture with his hand, hoping the shade of pink that he could feel dusting across his freckled face wasn’t noticeable. 

“You know, considering how much you love to talk, one would think you would’ve asked her out by now,” She continued, earning her a small glare from Beau, which only made her chuckle. “She’d probably say yes, she’s so into you.”

Beau opened his mouth to disagree, but quickly closed his mouth when the words sunk in. He stood still for a second as he contemplated the idea of you actually liking him, as more than just a friend that was. He thought about the way you would smile at him whenever he talked to you about his daughter, the way you would burst into this cute giggle when he complimented your sweet touch, or how your eyes always seemed to light up when he would walk into your bakery. He thought about it. He smiled at the idea. But then again, you were sweet by nature, so maybe all of those things were just that, your sweet nature and nothing more right? He would just be making a fool of himself by asking you out. Surely, someone as pretty as you was already spoken for. Somehow he hadn't dared to ask. 

“She’s not into me. We're just friends. Just like you and me are friends, and just how Cassie and I are friends. There’s nothin’ more to it.” He finally responded, almost as if he was trying to convince himself just as much as he was trying to convince Jenny. But you didn’t need detective skills to know he didn’t believe that, and neither did she. 

“You don’t look at Cassie or me the way you look at her, and she sure as hell doesn’t look at other people the way she looks at you. I’m not blind, I’ve been around you two.” She pointed out, now her hands folded over his chest and her head tilted. “Just ask her out. It’s that simple.”

Beau mimicked her stance from a few second ago, his hands on his hips as he leaned down to speak to her level, “That ain’t gonna happen. I’m not asking—” As soon as your name slipped from his tongue, he immediately regretted it because a second or two later, he heard the gentle sound of your voice. He didn’t have to turn around to know you were there, he could just tell it was you, the sound of your voice and your sweet cinnamon and vanilla scent being ingrained in his brain by then. 

“You’re not asking me what?” You asked with curiosity and a bit of confusion, having walked into the station a minute prior and having found Jenny and Beau having a conversation, his back to you. 

“Jesus,” Beau breathed out, his face now turning a shade of red as he turned around to face you, but even then he couldn’t help the smile that formed on his pink lips at the sight of you, he couldn’t help the way his chest pounded either. “I wasn’t expecting to see you ‘round here. How’re you doin’ sweetheart?” Despite the fluttering in his stomach, his charm was always ever so present, and especially knowing just how flustered he made you, and this time it was no different. 

“I’m good. I just, y’know, I was testing my new chocolate pecan pie recipe and I thought that maybe you would want to try some?” You bit your lip, motioning to the styrofoam box in your hand. He hadn’t even noticed that. His focus was completely taken by the pretty sundress that fell just above your knees and the glow that radiated over your face, your eyes lighting up with that look he absolutely adored. “I’m sorry, I probably should’ve called first, I thought about you.. That you would really like this pie, ‘cause you like pie and all.” 

“Oh, wow, well that’s awfully kind of you. Thank you,” He smiled, happily taking the box from you, his fingers grazing yours briefly, but it was enough to make you shudder a bit. “And don’t ever apologize for bringing me food, I’ll always welcome anythin’ you give me.” 

A smile replaced the flustered look on your face and you nodded at him, eyes locking with his green ones as you looked up at him. Five, maybe ten seconds went by when you remembered that Jenny was just standing there watching your exchange with Beau. Your eyes landed on her and you laughed awkwardly. 

“I’m sorry, hi Jenny. It’s nice to see you.” You said to her with a smile, which she welcomed, but she looked amused, even more so when she exchanged looks with Beau before she looked back at you. 

“Hey, it’s nice to see you too. We were actually talking about you just now.”

Your eyebrows shot up, and you tilted your head with curiosity, looking between her and the sheriff, “Oh? Nothing bad I hope.”

“Oh, no, no, of course not. Beau was just telling me that he wanted to ask you something.” Beau turned his head in her direction, eyes wide like they were going to pop out if their sockets and a flutter of pink dusted over his cheeks as his lips opened and closed a few times. 

You looked between both of them a bit confused and nervous at the same time, “Oh. Okay, well, what's up?” You asked Beau with a small smile. But the blonde just stared at you, teeth digging into his bottom lip. 

“Okay, I have work to do, so find me when you’re done,” Jenny said to Beau with a tiny grin before she looked at you, “It was nice seeing you.” She gave you a small nod before she disappeared down one of the hallways, leaving you and Beau.

He still hadn't said anything, which worried you since he always had something to say. “Beau?”

Beau was mentally cursing at himself, not understanding why he was having such a difficult time saying such simple words. Deep down he knew you liked him too, but he didn’t want to fuck this up too. He liked you too much, and he didn’t think he could handle anothet disappointment. But as his eyes found yours, always so sweet and so patient, not at all bothered by his indecisiveness, but more so curious and endearing, he just couldn’t keep the words in any longer. 

“What the hell,” He let out a heavy breath, eyes closing for a second before he found your eyes again, his chest pounding and blood rushing to his ears, “Do you wanna go on a date sometime? With me?”

The words left his mouth so fast you barely understood what he was asking you. It took a good second or two for his words to actually sink in. He was starting to get worried and panic flashed through his eyes. And then you smiled, bigger than he had ever seen you smile. 

“Yeah.” Was all you could say in a breath, a smile tugging at your lips.

Beau blew out a breath of relief, a smile of his own forming on his lips, “Yeah?” 

You nodded a bit too quickly, “Yeah, I’d love to go on a date with you.” 

“Okay, great.” He laugh softly, resting a hand over his rapidly beating heart. Now he was matching your slightly overbearing enthusiasm, but fuck, how could he not, you were an absolute dream. “How does tomorrow at eight sound?”

You bit your lip, tugging it under your teeth and you fiddled with the hem of your dress, thinking for a second before nodding eagerly, “Sounds great.”

“Eight it is then.” He chuckled, the smile on his lips so big wrinkles formed on the corner of his eyes, which you personally found absolutely adorable.

You chewed on your bottom lip, not being able to hide the smile on your lips as you took a step towards him, “See you at eight sheriff,” You giggled softly as you stood on the tip of your toes and pressed a kiss to his cheek, the heat on his skin matching your own. 

“See ya at eight darlin’” He called out after you as he watched you leave the station, the biggest smile on his face as he mentally thanked Jenny for embarrassing him, and just how much paperwork he was going to make her do for it.

[kitkatperce]

hey guys kuzaang headcanons.

(most found in my dc server........) 1; ok this MAY seem stupid though i Dont Care if anyone here thinks it is but avatars have like dreams of their memories from their past lives and can get like something close to psychosomatic pain ? The Point is aang getting these nightmares and crap at a sleepover w kuzon nd kuzon comforts him after cuz he woke kuzon up by screaming 2; kuzon would have loved the marble trick (which was replied to with 'kuzon would go beast mode over the marble trick actually' by tumblr user meeyow4419 which i think explains it very well very true.) 3; kuzon cant cook for shit 4; kuzon did NOt believe whatever sozin was sending out he gave each newspaper the stink eye. 5; kuzon taught aang all the fire nation dances and bumi cheered them on in the bg 6; bumi was definitely their wing man 7; we all know therescultural differences between the 4 nations. what i need to see is kuzon explaining things of rthe fire nation that aang doesnt understand and vice versa 8; kuzon kissing each and every one of aangs arrows. thank you 9; physical touch. slinging an arm over each others shoulder, hugging, kissing, holding hands, holding arms, laying on top of each other, putting legs over each other legs, touching knees, standing close to each other, kuzon doesn't know what personal space is!, kicking the others foot to get their attention, leaning into each others space, aang doing/playing with kuzons hair, falling asleep on each other, and more. they are really big on physical affection 10; dancing. just dancing I don't feel the need to elaborate. at festivals, in the kitchen, in the middle of a forest, wherever. just dancing 11; they frequently send letters to each other, and when they started dating there was an occasional love letter in there. 12; kuzaang kinda just happened they never actually were like. date me. they just. started dating I guess. they don't even know when it occured 13: drool when they sleep. 14; they also uh. cuddle when they sleep. kuzons woken up with a wet shirt more than once. he gets embarrassed when he realizes he drooled on his pillow the whole night. actually have an art piece 4 this! https://www.tumblr.com/kitkatperce/748416474997260288/wow-this-is-gay

15; promises that sound oddly like wedding vows. 16; hip hip hooray!!! x LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! (after their first kiss) 17; moles x freckles 18; they share their food w each other. aang splits a lot of fruits (its usually an orange because he somehow always has one on hand) 19; aang gets very giggly and avoids eye contact after like. they kiss on the lips even once. 20; they both still blush like madmen with any physical affection 21; uncontrollable laughter 22; they don't care what time it is if the other is upset they r GOING to comfort them 23; aang sending super intense vibes to kuzon so he dreams of them sharing a sandwich together (im jk) 24; devotion. yeah ur my bsf ofc im in love with you and will find you and hang out with you in every universe. lets kiss 25; they both yap a whole lot but when it comes down to it kuzon loves to listen to aang blabber about absolutely nothing and everything at the same time 26; cheesy nicknames 27; air nomads dont marry but aang doesnt actually mind if kuzon is like 'my husband' or whatever he thinks its super endearing. some ppl say they are too young for marriage and aang has to explain tho LMAO 28; idiots doing idiotic things. get down from that tall ass mountain 29; aang likes to fidget with kuzons hands. kuzon lets him

[mouschiwrites]

hi :) so i saw u were doing the match up request things and wanted to try one! could it be for ninjago, i like men (unfortunately). lets see, soo..i’m a girl, half porto rican-half white (i was raised bilingual i know Spanish and english) have a little bit more curvy pear shaped figure, a few freckles on my cheeks, bigger lips/smaller nose, i have brown curly hair, my smile is squinty, and i have central heterochromia (the much more common, kinda lame version of having two different color eyes) where the outside of my eye is green and a sharp ring around my iris is yellow (my mom calls them my stars<3) and, yeah for appearance ig thats it. as far as personality, i’m really just like if loralai Gilmore from Gilmore girls didn’t like coffee. i love photography, art, nature, cats, i collect old post cards/old photographs, i have an old 2003 digital camera i thrifted that i bring everywhere, my favorite colors are green/pink, i love taylor swift and mitski and alex g, i read comics, i take pictures of every tree andddd… lots of other stuff but i ramble haha anyways have a wonderful day<3<3 to infinity and beyond, mars ⭐️

From one central heterochromia haver to another (yours sound so pretty tho,,)… I match you with:

Lloyd Garmadon!!

A few headcanons:

He thinks it’s so cool that you know English and Spanish

He’ll ask you how to say something in Spanish, then proceed to repeat it in the most American accent you’ve ever heard

He’s trying tho :(

You guys bond over your love of nature and comics

Lloyd loves to go on hikes/nature walks with you, and he’ll help you find neat things to take pictures of

On that note, he 100% supports your photography hobby

His room is gradually overtaken by photos you’ve given him

He’s not complaining though; he adores each and every one

As for your love of comics, you guys give each other recommendations and swap issues

You love to gush about your favorites and predict what will happen future issues

You absolutely lose your minds when you end up being right

If/when you move in together, you adopt a cat

You’re both huge cat people, so that little fuzzball gets treated like your biological child

You always speak super affectionately about it when in public, so people actually assume that it is a human baby

They’re so confused when they find out it’s a cat

This becomes a bit of an inside joke between you two

Lloyd likes to call you “dear,” “love,” and “bright eyes”

(He loves your eyes so much)

He likes to be called “baby,” “honey,” and “sweetie”

A drabble!

You smiled to yourself as you snapped a picture of a grove of aspens, their leaves tainted a sophisticated gold that was complimented excellently by the afternoon sunshine.

“Over here!” You heard Lloyd beckon, making your head snap over in his direction.

Moving away from the aspens, you came to a gnarled old tree. Lloyd was standing proudly in front of it, pointing to it with a huge grin. “Isn’t it cool?”

You nodded eagerly, readying your camera already. A few seconds passed, and the little click never came. You pursed your lips, disgruntled. “I can’t get a good angle.”

Lloyd frowned, his brow furrowing in contemplation as he stared at the tree. Then, with a sudden light in his eyes, he stepped closer to you and dropped to his knees.

“Get on my shoulders.”

You hesitated, but decided that the picture would be worth the effort. You squealed as he practically jumped to his feet, jostling you perilously.

You finally snapped the perfect picture. Grinning at your camera, you rubbed Lloyd’s head affectionately.

“Thanks, sweetie. You can put me down now.”

Lloyd hummed in thought, drumming his hands on your knees for a moment before continuing down the trail with you still on his shoulders.

“Lloyd! Put me down!” You laughed, playfully smacking his head.

“No.” You could hear the smile in his voice.

It wasn’t until you completed your walk that Lloyd finally relented and put you down.

“Finally! You rascal,” you giggled, shoving him lightly.

“Hey, you got some good pictures, didn’t you?”

You huffed. “Okay, I will admit that.”

Lloyd winked with a good-natured grin. “Glad I could help.” He kissed your cheek, grasping your hand before continuing on your path home.

And a song!

My Love Mine All Mine (Mitski)

'Cause my love is mine, all mine

I love, my, my, mine

Nothing in the world belongs to me

But my love, mine, all mine, all mine

…

My baby here on earth

Showed me what my heart was worth

So, when it comes to be my turn

Could you shine it down here for her?

Thank you for your support! You truly do mean so so much to me <33 I hope this was okay!

(divider by saradika)

[gayandawreck]

Barty Crouch Jr headcanons because I need to let people know them:3(13+ I guess, might be some smutty headcanons🤭)(also some Rosekiller headcanons)

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• A Gemini, birthday 13th of June

•He’s about 5’7” (shorty/twink)

•He has messy straw blonde hair, aka a mullet(but a cute mullet, not the ugly country one)

•He has a mix of grey and blue eyes

•He has freckles that go over his nose

• a slytherin( I know he’s a Ravenclaw in canon but it doesn’t make sense for his character)

• a total dick tho, he definitely hex’s first year hufflepuff

•he definitely has slutty waist, and Evan goes crazy over it

•him and Evan started dating in 4th year(they were 14)

•he’s definitely a bottom🤭

•He’s gay, really really gay

•he was raised by nannies

•he is very touch starved because he was hugged as a child😊

•Him and Evan f~ck like all the time

•Barty has Bipolar 1, adhd and Tourette’s

•Evan calls Barty princess or bee and Barty calls Evan Rosie and Ev

•his bestfriends are Pandora and Regulus

•Dorcas is like a mother figure to him

•prefers weed to cigarettes

•(angsty) he is abused by his dad

•has daddy issues

•he is super super smart

•he doesn’t even laugh, he cackles

•he is bat shit crazy

•French and English(its canon that he’s French because his dad is canonically French

•he was terrified of Regulus the first time they met of the train. 

•hex’s th marauders all the time, not Remus, he’s scared of Remus

•he would act out in front of his father as a kid to get his attention, but when he was a teenager he would do it spite him

•his animagus is a hyena 

•he has the sadistic smile ever

•loves quidditch even tho he doesn’t play it

•he is sooooo very pale and skinny, he doesn’t have a inch of muscle on him

•one time he told Remus to fuck himself and that’s Remus was about to hex him, but Barty punch him in the stomach and ran

•he runs of spite and tea(because he’s British🤭)

•Barty does the most wacky shit to disturb his father

•(all the Slytherin skittles) they all of parent issues

• platonic Bartylus all the way

• one of his many hobbies is too correct his friends, especially Regulus

•he is very flexible 

•he has attachment issues because you know having a bad childhood 

•he has dimples, both below his lips and on his (face) cheeks

•Rosekiller is kind of toxic, they are fine one moment, then they are fighting than they are making out

•he was horrified when he was put into Slytherin because he knew that was the only house his father hated

•he was a nerd in first year

•he would go mute for like 3 days straight after getting a letter from his dad

•he would sob into Evans chest after he would get a letter from his dad

•he would only let Regulus and Dorcas read the letters from his dad

• He saw Dorcas as a mother figure, and Emma Vanity, Regulus and Pandora as siblings

•(not about Barty) everyone In the slytherin skittles, Dorcas Meadowes, Emma Vanity, Pandora Rosier, Regulus Black, Barty Crouch Jr, Evan Rosier

•he also really loves the Beatles

•he absolutely hates Lucius Malfoy and Lucinda Talkalot. And they both hate him

•Better than me is such a Barty coded song (because of the line, “ ‘Even though your bipolar and your selfish. I hate you! Ahhhhh’ ”

• he has anger issues

•he was in the slugclub

•he thinks he’s unlovable because of his mental disorders

•his friends beg a differ(especially Evan)

•Dorcas, Emma(vanity) and Regulus and Evan would kill for him that’s how they care for him

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That’s it’s for my Barty headcanons! Hope you liked them:3

[thescarletfang]

freckles

I can’t get Gabriel Luna’s Tommy Miller out of my head. HE IS A MENACE.

Here’s a drabble for you about a morning with Tommy.

Tommy Miller x gn!reader

Suggestive themes, not really smut. All of my work is 18+ tho! minors DNI

You like counting Tommy’s freckles in the morning as the sunlight filters over his face. The scattered ones over his nose are everything and you can’t help it. Every time you look at Tommy Miller, you think cute cute cute.

Which is mortifying. You haven’t thought anything was cute in a very long time.

But good god, Tommy Miller is fucking cute.

And he’s especially cute this morning as daybreak makes its way through the little town of Jackson, of your home and you can’t help but stare at the man you share a bed with. Share a house with. You never thought in those dark years after the outbreak that you’d find something so...domestic again.

But Maria and the town of Jackson welcomed you into the fold and slowly the ice around your heart began to melt away. Slowly you began to feel like a person again. Slowly, you broke for water after you’d been drowning for years.

And Tommy Miller had a lot to do with it. You’re propped up on your elbow, the sheet pooling around your waist and you don’t even care about the chill in the air giving you goosebumps on your bare upper half. You are too busy tracing the constellations of Tommy’s freckles, of his broad shoulders, of his golden skin and black, unruly curls, and that mustache you fucking love.

Love was not something you ever expected to find you again. Tenderness was a lost cause. You try not to think of the dark years before Jackson, of the rough and greedy men, of the quick fucks to relieve tension, of the things you’d done to survive. 

And yet you can’t seem to regret it. Because it led you here. To this place with hope and to this man who is so kind. This man who has never once judged you for the things you’ve done because he’s done them too: a man who still has hope. 

Said man moves now, his nose scrunching up as you drift a hand through those curls that you’re obsessed with. His eyes flutter open and he turns his head, looks at you. The grin that breaks out across his face is so bright that you’re nearly blinded. Tommy’s grins are one of the little treasures this life has given you, that you hold onto in this decaying, dying world.

“Hi baby,” he says in that deep rasp, that Texas twang that makes heat bloom in your belly, all the way down to your toes. 

You lean over and you kiss him softly. Chastely. He raises an eyebrow at you as he turns over on his side, his hand finding the naked curve of your waist. 

“What’re you lookin’ at,” he teases, his voice still rough with sleep. 

That heat in your belly is a full flame now. 

“I’m looking at you,” you say and Tommy’s eyes light up. He pulls you closer and you inhale sharply at the feel of his own naked body against yours. You know it’s absolutely fucking reckless to fall asleep without clothes on, that it’s dangerous and foolish. But last night you couldn’t help it. Tommy had thoroughly worn you out and the idea of putting your pajamas back on had felt like a feat too big to conquer.

And this morning you’re grateful for it as irresponsible as it was. You hitch your leg over his hip and Tommy groans. He grabs a handful of your ass, pulling you closer. 

“You have the best fuckin’ ass I ever felt,” he practically growls and you grin at him. 

“We have twenty minutes before we have to get up,” you say, moving your hips against his, feeling his length hardening. Tommy leans down, captures your lips with his own, bites your bottom lip and drawls a groan out of you. He gives your ass a light smack.

“Perfect,” he says before he flips you on your back.

[imthetunnelunderoceanblvd]

Excuse me ma’am I require more spider smut 🧎🏾‍♀️

Like imagine trying to make each other moan and the first one to do it must carry out a ✨favour✨

sorry lol. got too carried away and forgot about the both trying to make each other moan thingy, sorry, but its still the same, kind of.. but without them trying to make each other moan, still readable tho.

spider(21) x reader(19). (BOTH AGED UP!!!)

smut!.

warnings: slight clit stimulating, p in v, no plot, kinda public sex, slight begging if you squint.

961 words

“c’mon, let’s do it,” spider whispered in your ear, and you rolled your eyes at his neediness, “spider no, my family is sleeping right next to us what if one of them woke up and found us doing - you know..” you whispered back trying to reason with him but he didnt care and just wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling your heavy body closer to his, once you were close enough his hands started roaming your body.

you felt his hard member press against your ass and you bit your lip trying to suppress a moan from escaping. you turned around now facing him, your hand flew to his hair stroking his blond dreads, “we will have to be quiet,” you whispered to him and he just nodded, he tucked his hand inside your loincloth, you parted your thighs to allow him better access. 

his hand tightly cupped your heat and you swallowed back a moan, “that feel good?” he asked in a breathy voice, lust finally taking over him as you nodded your head, “yes... f-feels,” you closed your eyes, “feels great,” you bit hard on your lip to hold back your whines, his hand started to gently rub, parting your folds with his fingers, the palm of his hand touching you clit every now and then.

you opened your eyes when you felt the cold material of his exopack brush on your ear, “let’s have a deal, the one who moans first will do the other a favor, how does that sound? hm?” he whispered in your ear and you nodded your head, “sounds good to me,”

spider’s hand left your cunt and went to your top, toying with the hem of your beaded top before lifting it up exposing your tits, the moonlight directly on your skin highlighting your features making your white freckles glow. eywa you looked so good. he wanted to devour you whole…

he loved how you were always keen to help other people, especially him… he wasted no time ripping both his and your loincloth, he grinned at the sight of your glistening cunt, your shiny freckles making it all better, he quickly lined his cock in between your folds gently thrusting to collect some of your arousal on his cock before taking it in his hand pumping a few times.

your hands tried to grip the soft ground of the floor that was supporting your weight when his cock entered you, you could see he was struggling to hold his moans and groans back from the way he sucked his lower lip between his teeth, you wrapped your legs on his torse pulling him in closer to your body, he laid his head between your tits as your velvety walls sucked him in, squeezing him in, he gave you a few minutes to adjust before pulling out and slamming in again, your opened your mouth and he looked at you, took in your beautiful features. wondering what he did to deserve a girl like you, a girl as beautiful as you. you were everything he’d ever asked for.

he started thrusting in and out of you making sure to prolong his thrusts and rub his pelvis on your clit, your sticky arousal falling between your thighs making it hard to not to make sounds.

you were scared of one of your parents waking up and seeing you and spider in this very position, but the idea excited you, made you want more. 

the sound of skin slapping on skin was hard to ignore the sound of his dick thrusting in and out of you with wet noises was even harder to ignore, it drove spider crazy, the way your squirmed drove him crazy, made heat pool in his lower stomach before - he pulled out as fast as he could when his balls tightened and were about to give up, and spilled his stick seed all over your belly, making small puddles of white sticky cum on your belly, he scooped it up with his fingers and rubbed it on your cunt paying extra attention to your clit.

the warmth of his seed on your sensitive area made your eyebrows knit together and your hips buck up desperately for attention, he let out a low chuckle at your neediness this time and started rhythmically rub on your clit in a pace as fast as the light, you opened your mouth as your back arched, you looked amazing like this, all fucked out and deseprate.

you couldn’t take it anymore, his knee between your thighs, the friction the hair of his knee gave your glistening folds, the way his hand rubbed on your clit, it was too much and you finally let out a low moan, you slapped your hand over your mouth and let out a few more moans, “s-spider - oh - oh! - d-don’t stop, feels so good…” you felt that feeling of something working up inside you and spider seemed to notice from the way your hands cupped your full breasts as you started grinding your pussy on his knee and hand, “that’s it baby, come on, cum on me, wet me, you know you want to, don’t hold back,”

you nodded your head and closed your eyes tightly before letting out a somehow loud moan that made spiders hand lay on your mouth, he didn’t pull away though, he stayed there, watching you grind on him and wet his knee before he collapsed next to you on the floor, you smiled and played with his hair.

“what is it that you want?” you asked and he hummed, “wanna fuck your throat next time or or or let’s tell your parents about us,” he was afraid of your reaction, unsure how you’d react to his asks, you just hummmed and smiled, “why not do both?”