#she may look cute but shes a meanie!!

[deathtulips]

seraphina is so so cute

[bambiesfics]

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗘𝗹𝘀’ 𝗖𝗼𝗰𝗸 — Ellie x Bimbo!reader

𝜗𝜚 Author’s notes ✦ Butch/femme dynamics, Ellie’s butch, wears a strap. Refers to it as cock, dick etc. Reader’s a bimbo. Just a filthy, filthy description of how you have to cockwarm your butch girlfriend, Ellie. Slight aftercare at the end too for you, considering how much she just stretched your tiny hole.

𝜗𝜚 If you find yourself uncomfortable with the themes in this fic, maybe try educating yourself on Butch sexuality. This heartfelt post may give you a sense of Ellie’s headspace. And this

!!! [ Please help Palestine ] !!!

kisses u. ⋆ 𝜗𝜚 ˚⟡.

You were restless and lonely. Ellie had spent the better part of the afternoon preoccupied with the LED modules shuffled in her laptop, attempting to receive her ServSafe certificate. The online test had been eating up all her time, and Ellie sometimes chastised you for being overly needy n’ pouty when she had her hands full with things to do. So you tried to not add to her plate by pressing for attention, or conversation today. No matter how much you wanted to chit-chat with her. You wanted to be good more than anything.

No one saw you and Ellie as a compatible match, if it wasn’t already made visually obvious, it was definitely made obvious the second you popped your pink lips open to speak, while the brunette butch brooded behind you. This was a chance to shush all those insecurities that crept over you and told you that Ellie could be with a smarter, more capable, more self-reliant girl. You wanted to be a good fit for her. So you distracted yourself by jumping through social media apps, flipping through old cosmo magazines, and touching up the corner of your acrylic toe set with some white polish you kept carefully placed in her desk. But none of that worked. You were bored with everything you’d tried. Worse, your girlfriend had been looking so handsome in her loose plaid button up and dad jeans, as she slumped in her kitchen stool. It was getting so hard to remain detached and unaffected by the pristine silence in the house when you would pass by to check up on her.

Every so often Ellie’s pretty face would cutely scrunch up whenever she was puzzled by a question, which made for very testing times. But not as testing as when Ellie did that thing where she yanked at and ruffled her scruffy wolf cut, when she was in deep concentration. It was the cutest little boyish tic. You had nearly broken your own resolve to go run to her arms and litter her cheeks in glossy kisses. Which all made it so hard to have her near, as handsome as she was, and have her not even look up at you once. Not even allowed to step in her embrace, held by her toned arms, her sweet cologne and that woodsy scented jacket.

You were moping, and that moping turned into whining, and whining turned into annoyed flashes from Ellie’s eyes every time you got too squeaky. Those flashes turned into scowls, and that led to Ellie groaning at you.

“Can I help you with something?”

Ellie’s face was unamused, and it made you straighten your spine.

“N-no.”

“Great. Thanks.” She replied, her voice was just dripping in sarcasm. But that little flash of attention you had received filled your tummy with happy butterflies, until it went right back to her laptop.

You felt a twinge in your chest at how quickly she tuned you out. Did she not wanna talk to you at all? Ask about your day? Wanna know about the influencer gossip you found online? None of it?

“Meanie” you pouted while nudging your chin into your palm and clacking your acrylics on the granite. She didn’t have to say it so mean, she was usually sweeter n’ sillier. But today Ellie was a big meanie.

Ellie huffed and held back a massive eye roll. She stuck her head deeper into her laptop, she had to pretend you weren’t there. This test was important to her. You were too, but this seriously mattered more. Ellie needed more money. She needed to find a better apartment to rent, she needed to be able to support you the way she wanted too, and she needed a position with better hours so she could visit Joel's grave more regularly. You knew all that, so Ellie knew your whining wasn’t from ignorance, it was from childishness. She hated indulging you when you were childish. It was bad manners.

But she also knew if this went on long enough you might start silently crying in your pillow because you felt like your girlfriend hated you. You were clearly feeling neglected by Ellie, and coupled with her little sarcastic quip just a moment ago, Ellie wouldn’t put it past you to start sniffling within the next few hours. You were so pathetic. Ellie often joked that if you weren’t human you would’ve been the little runt abandoned by your pack for being so weak and whiny. And Ellie would’ve been a large reptile; a komodo dragon, who felt bad enough that instead of eating your tiny ass she would’ve raised you. Ellie had a weird little obsession with pliocene history, and because you were dumb, with a brain full of makeup and miniskirts, it went over your head 99% of the time. But Ellie knew you well, and she knew that more than outright being ignored, you hated the feeling that you made Els upset with you. It was your little runt nature, to always seek the validation of the large cold-blooded reptile in charge of your care that could still decide to eat you if you pissed her off enough. This relationship was almost ironically engineered.

Ellie understood you way too well.

Ellie tugged at her hair, because GOD you were such a piece of work. An adorable one, but still, a piece of fucking work!

“Okay.” Ellie breathed out. She ran her palms down her jeans, and spread her thighs farther apart. When Ellie manspread like that, you knew what it meant. But you still wanted her to say it. “Come here baby, come take a seat on me.”

“You sure?” you said hesitantly. Your gaze nervously flickered between her lap and floor.

“Need my baby girl right here,” Ellie said. She cocked her eyebrow and grabbed her bulge tightly. Enticing you.

Your eyes flew open. Your mouth opened and closed repeatedly, like a gaping fish. You wanted Ellie’s attention, maybe to perch on her lap while she worked, but that movement meant something else entirely.

Ellie continued on, enjoying the surprise on your face a little too much. “Since you can’t sit still, come sit on this.” Ellie pulled her zipper down slowly, and shoved her fist in the opening; to fish out her hard cock out of her boxers, and rest it on her thigh. You gulped.

Your eyes fluttered between looking at Ellie's long shaft, and at her face. You could tell from her expression that she wasn’t bluffing. She looked very amused, and very curious as to what you’d do next. “W-what about your test?” You quipped. She lifted the base of her cock, “don’t worry about that, just come take a quick seat on this until you feel better.” You went to her lap, and nervously kept looking back at the cock she expected you to sink onto as you backed up on Ellie’s thighs. Ellie whispered “Why are you nervous princess? You’ve taken this before.”

Which made your hole flutter from the teasing smugness in her voice.

You had taken Ellie’s cock before. But after some prep, after lots of kisses from her, and after your slick was coating your engorged pussy lips from intense arousal. Not by just sitting on it while she was busy attacking a server’s exam.

Your eyes were glossy, Ellie found them so sparkly. You bunched your babydoll camisole higher up your tummy, and spread your ass cheeks. It was a good thing you loved prancing around Ellie’s apartment with no panties, it made spontaneous poundings so much easier. You lined up your hole with Ellie’s cockhead. “Good, now just sink down.” She fisted the base of her dick towards your vagina to help you. You slowly sunk onto her cock, taking it inch by inch. “Nhng, Ellie! feels too big, too big!” You clamped up as another inch forcefully popped through that tight little entrance. Ellie shushed you softly, rubbing circles in your back as she fed you her cock, until she was buried only a few inches deep. You couldn’t take her all the way down, and somehow you were so full. It felt like Ellie’s cock was pressing deep into your tummy. You had to hold back from whining to her about how her cock was definitely in your stomach, probably poking around in there. She’d shushed you for that silly idea once before and teased you for being so airheaded. Not like Ellie had expected you to have any better than a ditzy girl's understanding of anatomy anyway.

But as you felt her cock stretch you open, it was starting to feel like that again, like her cock was in your womb. It felt like Ellie was taking up all the space inside of you. She stretched your plump walls around her like you were her fleshlight. A fleshlight that was stretched to mold around every vein and ridge in Ellie’s cock.

You flexed your ass cheeks, and clamped your cunt around her cock, you tested for how much give you had to bounce up and down. But you gave up almost as soon as you tried lifting off the first time. The base of her cock was just too thick. Ellie felt stuck inside you. Like a wedding band wrapped around a chubby finger. You whimpered at the way her cockhead bumped all those squishy places inside your cunt. Ellie reassured you “Shhh don’t worry about bouncing baby, I’m nearly splitting you open. Just stay right here and get used to this angle.” Ellie turned her gaze back towards her laptop, and picked up from the last module she left off at.

Meanwhile your lower lip was trembling because your girlfriend's cock was resting inside your vagina, it was poking your cervix and rubbing along your walls in ways that made your tummy feel funny. The soreness was starting to subside but the fullness didn’t, and you wanted to move around a little bit. “E-Ellie i-it’s hard to move. No room,” you pouted over your shoulder.

“You don’t have to move, baby. You’re in timeout. Just sit and get my cock nice n’ warm.” Ellie turned her gaze back to her laptop as her other fingers drew slow circles in your lower back. It was such a brazenly lazy attempt at support, but Ellie’s main goal was to distract you — not make you feel pampered.

But you’d get that after anyway.

You tried grinding her cock in you, just to put the pressure of her cockhead in other places and not directly kissing the roof of your cunt. Ellie’s eyes flickered to where you two were connected and she thumbed the sensitive skin there. Which made you pull off slightly, you mewled at the sensitization you felt from her ministrations. Your hole was throbbing everywhere.

Ellie moaned at the sight, “you’re stretched so thin here, how did I fit inside you?”

You kept up with your poor attempts to grind n’ gyrate, so Ellie’s gaze traveled up towards your hips. She palmed your squishy ass; then skirted her fingers over your asshole. Ellie sunk her thumb into your asshole, just stopping at the first knuckle where her metal ring rested and whispered in your back. “I told you to stay baby.”

“Ellie no! Don’t touch over there!” You cried from embarrassment, you got so hot when she did that.

She smiled into your back “Why you shy cause I’m thumbing you right here? After your tiny cunt just swallowed my entire length? Please” Ellie smiled into your back.

Ellie’s attention kept jumping between completing her modules and questions and groping some sensitive part of your body. She’d mutter “You’re so tiny, wish you could see how much you’re stretched around me, plugged you up good.” Just to watch the hairs on your nape rise and watch how your hole contracted around her length from her words. Ellie rolled her narrow hips in circular motions, letting you get some little relief from the fat cock bullying your hole, by giving you some friction. The friction felt amazing on her clit too, rubbing along the puffy nub in a way that made heat pool in her belly.

Soon enough Ellie was biting back her own horny grunts, pressure building in her own cunt from the press of the harness. She kept up a slow circular grind to make her little baby feel good, and not feel so stretched out. But Ellie really considered chasing a silent orgasm for herself, it felt delicious to be in you.

You were dizzy with sensations, cock bumping your spongy g-spot just right. Your neglected clit was angry and red, but you were drunk on Ellie’s grinding. You were slurring all whiny “love your fat cock s’much Ellie. S’much ahh, love your coo-ock ahnnng.” Ellie’s hands came up to grope and squeeze your fatty tits. Because FUCK YOU for nearly making her bust after saying that. She kept grinding until your sloppy hole was doing butterflies on her cock. Slick dripping past the seal where you were wrapped around her shaft. Your hole was squeezing and releasing, over and over again as your orgasm tipped you over the edge and your toes turned pointed straight. The bottom of your fingers and palms had turned pink and red from how tight your fist was.

Ellie slowed down the grinding, she was happy enough you got your orgasm. The grinding felt nice on her clit, but she was more grateful at the fact that you might get sleepy and tap out. And she’d actually get some work done for once.

Ellie pulled you off her cock, and onto her lap. She smoothed a hand down your back as you winced when she pulled out. Your cum dribbled out of your weeping little pussy, globs of stringy cum seeped into Ellie’s pants after being plugged up by her cock. It was a mess you frequently made on Ellie after sex. It was evidence of a job well done; and a satiated princess.

You sniffled as you turned in Ellie’s embrace. “You sleepy?” Ellie asked

“Mhmmm” you moaned in her shoulder.

“I got you, you little princess. C’mon hold onto my shirt” Ellie guided your trembling hand to the collar of her button up and shushed you with sweet words about how “well you took her.” Ellie rocked you softly as she went back to her test, by the time you’d knocked out she’d completed a good chunk of her modules. She rocked you until your sniffles had quieted and you were fast asleep on her lap. She tucked her cock haphazardly into her boxers. You could sink onto it again after you woke up from your short nap.

Ellie spanked your ass, and felt the recoil jiggle against her palm. She shushed you again as you stirred from the assault. She whispered “I deserve a little treat after dealing with this bratty ass all day. I’m joking… I got you baby.”

After 45 minutes of not a single distraction to pull her attention away, Ellie completed her test. A solid 93%, way above a passing grade. Good enough to get her ServSafe certificate, and definitely good enough to start serving at her restaurant, and get better pay and better tips.

Ellie kissed the top of your head,

“Did it, peach.”

“Did’itttt wedidi...” You slurred into her chest. She smelled like sweet cologne. Your dreams were so happy.

She smiled into your hair.

Mhm yeah. We both did it.

[gay-dorito-dust]

Hiiii I was looking to see if your request is open but couldn’t find it so I’ll just drop it here and feel free to write it :) I love your writings! 🌸

May I ask for batboys reacting to shy reader who wants them to lie down on her lap after their long day. She wants to praise them, play with their hair and shower them with kisses :0 thank you!

Dick:

Would rest his head on your lap regardless of whether you asked him to do not, your lap was the perfect pillow for him and he will not have it any other way.

‘Hi baby.’ He greets as he beams up at you from the comfort of your lap.

‘Hi honey, long day?’ You greeted back, your hands already finding their way into his hair and began to comb through it slowly as he hums, burrowing himself closer to you as a means to feel more of you against him.

‘Yeah but it’s nothing I can’t handle.’ Dick replied and smiled wide when you kissed his cheek before kissing his nose, and felt his heart melt upon giggling you giggling when he scrunched up his face.

‘Is there nothing that my handsome man can’t do?’ You asked sarcastically as you pressed a kiss to his other cheek. ‘Or is he just the most perfect man in existence?’

Dick made a face at this. ‘Have you maybe considered that this handsome man of yours has an amazing, wonderful and beautifully cute spouse waiting at home for him as inspiration?’ He looks at you with a raised brow.

‘I’m the one who’s meant to be praising you tonight, not you praising me.’ You chuckled as you peppered his face in small, quick kisses that had Dick reaching a hand to the back of your head, holding you close so he could give you a plethora of kisses of his own.

‘Well what if we could just both praise the other tonight.’ Dick said against your lips.

‘I can deal with that.’ You replied as you spent the rest of the night whispering sweet nothings to one another and trading kisses.

Jason:

Your lap was his save haven after a long and tiresome day from having to listen to Bruce critique his way of ridding crime out of Gotham. So he wasn’t going to refuse your affection, not when you shyly patted your lap as an invite to rest his head and looking cute whilst doing so.

God had his permission to smite him to his second death should he actually refuses your requests to coddle him and shower him in all your love and adoration.

If anything the days where you offered up your lap to him were the best days of his entire life as he got to spend it looking up at an absolute angel that he was lucky enough to call his own.

‘How’s my gorgeous jay birdie feeling today?’ You asked as you kissed his along his jaw and stopping when you got to his chin.

‘I’m feeling fantastic now that I’m with you sweetheart. How about you.’ He replied back as he looked up at you with his pretty eyes that he knew made you weak. Jason only wanted to give you back the love and support that you give him on a daily basis tenfold, for it’s what you truly deserved in his eyes.

He loved you too much to allow you to settle for mediocrity.

‘I’m feeling much better now my strong, brave boy has come home to me safe and one less bruise to ice.’ You responded with a lighthearted chuckle as you lifted up one of his large hands and pressed a kiss to the back of it, before resting your cheek against it to commemorate his warmth and callouses to memory.

‘Don���t come at me with that sweetheart, I know you love icing my bruises, especially when they’re on my abdomen.’ Jason cheeked as he winked at you, taking pure enjoyment out of seeing your flustered face. It was a much needed breath of fresh air coming home to sweet, caring you from the cold, unforgiving outside and he cherished every bit of it for as long as he could.

‘Meanie.’ You murmur, booping him on the nose.

‘Meanie? How am I being mean chipmunk, I know how much you love my abs and my thighs.’ Jason chuckled as he booped your nose in retaliation. ‘Why do you think I never skip leg day?’

‘You’re more than perfect the way you are Jason,’ you countered, ‘perfect body or not you’re still my jay birdie. Forever and always.’ You whispered the last part as you pressed a sweet tender kiss to his lips as he smiled in response.

Tim:

He always finds himself perpetually tired from working himself to the bone, so when you offered up your lap for him to rest, the poor man practically sighed in relief, almost as if he were a man dying of thirst in the desert; finally having found the oasis he had been wandering aimlessly for.

‘You don’t know how much I needed this.’ Tim groans as he made himself comfortable in your lap, trying his hardest to not to close his eyes right then and there from the prepping of light kisses you were scattering across his forehead and under his eyes.

Gosh he hates how weak he gets from your little kisses but would die a little on the inside if you didn’t.

‘I’m sure I can take a guess.’ You said sweetly as you ran your hand through his hair. ‘You’ve been overworking yourself so much lately that I rarely see you as much,’ Tim’s stomach dropped upon hearing this but let you finish speaking, ‘but when I do see you it always makes me happy knowing that you’re okay.’ You then pressed a kiss to his cheek.

‘I’m sorry for-‘ you cut him off by pressing a finger to his lips, muttering a soft ‘don’t. Don’t blame yourself for things you can’t control.’

‘But I can control it!’ Tim exclaimed. ‘It’s not fair on you to exhaust yourself on me every night after patrol and still find it within yourself to take care of me…I don’t deserve any of it as it feels as though I’m taking advantage of you somehow.’ Tim trailed off as he looked away for you as guilt are away at him.

‘Tim,’ you called, ‘my sweet Tim as long as I know your okay and come home to me every night, then I don’t care how long I have to stay up just catch a glimpse of your handsome face.’ You reassured him as you kissed his jawline softly, and Tim felt himself weaken under your words and affection as he looked back up at you.

‘You really mean that?’ He asked almost quietly.

‘I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it with all my heart my sweet, smart boy.’ You said while pressing a singular kiss to his forehead.

[eeulysian]

hiiiiii!!! could you do acheron with sfw or nsfw (or both if u want to) headcanons, thank you!! ^^

⟡ . DATING ACHERON HEADCANONS

summary: acheron x fem!reader and how it's like to date her!

cw: includes smut hcs, fingering, cunnilingus, squirting, acheron calls reader a "good girl", nipple sucking, edging

a/n: i loveee acheron so much, being in her arms would make me feel so safe... shes so safe to be with its making her more handsome and sexy 😓😓 n so sorry if this was so short, i hope i satisfied u enough anon!

SFW

✦ acheron is a person that you feel really safe around, and someone you could be yourself with. she may not know how to express her emotions properly sometimes, but she shows how deeply inlove she is with you by actions/physical affection because she believes actions speak more than words.

✦ i think acheron is another one of those people that has a cold body so she would love to envelope herself on you to feel your warmth. you're like her personal heater. she also uses it as an excuse or opportunity to hug and cuddle with you.

✦ she would try her best to support you in everything, because your happiness is her top priority. she'll be there to help you when you need it, like going through a tough time because of personal problems. she'll comfort you when you're at your worst and would give you a hug if you need it.

✦ she'll also tease you sometimes. she may look really cold from afar, but she surprisingly has a great sense of humor. if you're shorter than her, she would call you a cute midget. her cute midget, basically.

NSFW

✦ switches from rough dom to soft dom from time to time... but she's more soft dom than rough dom. every time you have sex with her she makes you realize that the next morning your legs will be jelly no matter which dom she feels like being tonight.

✦ shes sooo good with her fingers... they're very nimble and knows just where your sweet spots are. she knows how good she makes you feel and just loves seeing that fucked out face you're wearing while she plunges her fingers in and out of you.

✦ while she fingers you, you could also suck on her nipples while shes at it. i mean, even acheron wants to feel good. just swirl your tongue around her nipples, latch your lips onto it, suck them like its your last dinner and even bite it slightly. you'll hear her whimpering and her fingers that were plunging your insides a moment ago falters a little.

✦ shes so good at eating you out as well... her tongue is always hitting your g spot which never fails to make you squirt. sometimes she can be a big meanie and slows down the pace of her tongue when she notices your walls are starting to pulse faster and your moans are getting louder, which is a clear sign that you're about to orgasm. you can never blame her though, she looks sexy teasing you.

© 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝘀 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 ��𝘆 𝗲𝗲𝘂𝗹𝘆𝘀𝗶𝗮𝗻. 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗹, 𝗿𝗲𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁.

[judgementdayslittle]

Who do you think in the Judgment day would be most likely to get jealous when Another person starts to show y/n a Little to much attention?🩷

-Every now and then, you go to an airing of RAW with your caregivers and Dom. Which means you are often surrounded by a bunch of other wrestlers.

-Usually you stay in the club house with everyone, but sometimes little you wants to explore! What if cool stuff happens? What if the catering table has cookies?! You have to see!

-Plus they don't want you to be cooped up in the club house the whole time. They do want you to go out and make some friends outside of them. It's only healthy after all.

-So often times, one of your three caregivers take you out on a little walk around the backstage area.

-There you run into another group, Alpha Acadamy (Before Chad turned into a meanie! >:( )

-They knew about your are regression, and didn't mind at all. In fact, they thought you were so cute!!!

-At first it started off with some chatting. Then Maxxine offered you some cookies, Otis offered a piggy back ride, and Tozawa showed you his silly lil dance.

-The last straw was when this happened.

-Of course you were all decked out in Judgement Day merch. You had to represent your caregivers and Dom after all!

-"While you do look cute in that, why not represent Alpha Acadamy sometime?" Chad asked nicely. He took out a shirt that was around your size. It was bright pink and had the Alpha Acadamy logo on it.

-If Rhea is with you, she'll pick you up as she glared at them. "Thanks, but no. We're fine." She says in a snappy tone before walking away.

-"But Mami! They had fwee shirt." You say, pouting your lip a bit.

-Mami's quick to cheer you up though. Cuddling her close to her chest as she plays with your hair with her free hand. "I know, but that shirt is for another group. You're Judgement Day's little one, just like Dom. Plus you look so much cuter in this outfit that you would that shirt."

-If you accept her words, she'll promise to make it up to you by stopping for a treat after the show. If you still want the shirt, she'll eventually (sneakily) get it for you. She can't say no to you after all.

-If Damian is with you, he'll pick you up like Mami did, but he'll be a little bit more mean to them. How dare they try to get you to join them! You're his, Rhea's, and Finn's little one, not theirs!

-He won't get too mean with them since you're here, and it can be a little bit scary to see him all angry. So he just glares at them and tells them to "Back off if you know what's good for you." Before carrying you off.

-If you found that a bit scary, he'll go super soft on you. Calling you all sorts of cute nicknames, promising to get you a new toy after the show, and any shirt you want.

-If you REALLY want that shirt, he will also get it for you. But instead of doing it sneakily like Rhea, he'll straight up walk up to them, taking from their grasp, and walk away.

-If Finn is with you, he decides to distract you for a bit. Pulling out his phone and headphones, asking you to watch something nice on youtube while he has a little "chat" with the Alpha Acadamy folks.

-And by "chat", he means threatning them to never talk to you again, or else he'll beat them in the ring.

-It may be a bit of an over reaction, but he can't help it. He's super protective of you. And while Alpha Acadamy is nice to you, they're not your family, The Judgement Day is!

-Once he's done, he gently takes your hand and walks off with you.

-He already took the shirt from them, planning on ripping it apart. But seeing your puppy dog eyes, he can't bring himself to do it. So he lets you have it.

-They're protective caregivers, and they can sometimes get a little jealous, but it's because they love you and want to keep you in the family! If you ask them to apologize to Alpha Acadamy, they will. Only for you though! Because they love you so much!

[kamyru]

Them posting Candy on social media after they start dating (MCL: NG x Candy) (Headcanons)

Roy Aquino

Roy started posting Candy on social media before they even started dating.

He had some followers who were sure they were together before they officially were.

After that, there's nothing that can stop him.

He won't make embarrassing posts with Candy. However, it doesn't mean he won't make close friends stories with some funny candids of her, like barely awake or laughing till crying.

This meany also posts Candy being breathless after an intense gym "date".

Amanda de Lavienne

Amanda's first post with Candy will probably be about their engagement or something.

The people who are not close to her won't even know that she has someone.

Except for those who are attentive enough to see that she likes romantic and cheesy posts from time to time.

Candy also won't post Amanda because she asked her not to.

However, if they ever have a wedding, both will have matching profile pictures from their wedding for a while, maybe even a few years.

Then, Amanda will allow Candy to post cute videos from the special day, but who knows?

Jason Mendal

Jason is struggling between wanting to tease the hell out of Candy and wanting to show a perfect life.

If we imagine he has friends, he probably does the same thing as Roy and posts embarrassing photos of Candy only on close friends.

But as posts, there are only photos in which both look 120%.

He has the type of social media you will want to show your parents, with photos from all the celebrations with him and Candy standing properly and stiff but with smiles worth some toothpaste commercials.

However, he lets Candy tag him in her posts, and in them, everything is way, way more natural and cute. Jason smiles genuinely and has a lovestruck face while looking at Candy.

Roy probably did a fake account to like them because he couldn't let himself like them from the main one. 

Devon Okere

Devon is the most chill about it. He will sometimes post cute photos or allow Candy to do it if she wants to.

He won't bother to post candids only for close friends. If they are cute and not embarrassing, he will post them for everyone to see.

However, he has Roy to post strange photos of him and Candy, and tag them with some cheesy comment underneath. Devon made sure that Candy didn't mind and just moved on.

Some of his business partners ask him about Candy from time to time because they saw her on his page and are surprised to see her working at Devenementiel too.

If Candy tried hard enough, she may even convince Devon to match profile photos with her, but soon, he will change it to a more professional one.

Thomas Rheault

Thomas is aware of how easily you can find someone's personal information from their social media.

So, don't expect this man to be very active. His main "social media" is probably Linkedin.

Jokes aside, people will probably find out he has someone only after talking with him in person.

He's that person who dated for like 10 years, got married 3 years ago, and some of his friends still think he is single.

However, from time to time, he gets into photos of his friends or from Devenementiel's page, and everyone who has access to the photos can see how he softly looks at Candy and understands that there has to be something between them.

[lotomber]

Hi lovely ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ may I request smth nsfw w/ dazai eating reader out while they’re face down ass up? while they’re wearing cute panties and he kinda teases them for it ! gn or fem please, and thank you so much (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ

Hii anon! I hope you enjoy it. (≡^∇^≡)

Little Bunny!

Pairing: Dazai x Fem! Reader

Word count: ~550

Warnings: Nsfw, Oral(f receiving),Mdni, not proof read

After a long day of doing overtime on a case Dazai returns home late today. Keys jingled as he opened the apartment door, He entered the living room and found you reading a book. As soon as you saw him you kept the book down and rushed to hug him with a wide smile.

"Bella, you aren't asleep yet ?" he said as he returned your embrace.

"I was waiting for you, Are you tired? You are quite late today." you looked at him with your arm still around him.

"Hmm yes I was tired but not anymore." He leaned in your shoulder giving you butterfly kisses on your neck as he brushed your hair behind your ear.

"He he, Dazai that tickles." his pecks quickly turned into nibbling as he left red marks on your neck. You felt heat rushing throughout your body as his hands started caressing your thighs lifting up your skirt a bit. His tongue lightly brushing over the marks he made. His lips soon met yours in a passionate kiss. Until he slowly pulled away, panting "You look so delicious....I can't hold back anymore."

He swiftly lifted and carried you to the bedroom, passion filling the air with each step. He gently pushed you onto the bed. Removing your skirt, as he saw your cute bunny panties. Dazai looked at you with a smirk on his face, his eyes twinkling with mischief. He traced his finger over the lace of your panties, giggling as he saw your face turned bright red.

"Huh, what do we have here?" Dazai said innocently, playing dumb. "Is that... a bunny on your panties? How adorable. They almost look like they need a kiss." He turned you on your tummy as he moved his fingers on the hem of your panties teasing you.

"You're so adorable y'know So cute....yet so naughty!" He lifted your ass up kissing the bunny on your panties. You couldn't help but let out a low moan from the anticipation of what was about to come.

"Hmm Is my little bunny ready to feel good? I bet you would look even more adorable without these on~" As he tugged down your panties to your knees. He gently clawed your thighs opening your ass up, arching your back in a perfect curve with one of his hands. As he runs his tongue licking your wet folds. A long sigh escapes your mouth from the sensation of his tongue. He starts moving his tongue in circular motion on your clit. As you clench the sheets, pushing your face in the pillows trying to muffle your moans.

"Nah nah that won't do darling, I need to hear more of my little bunny's sweet voice." He lifts your face up a bit before going back to your pussy, plunging his tongue in your cunt, sucking and slurping all your juices mercilessly. "Ahh f..fu-ck Dazai I'm cumming."

"Shh just let me finish my meal"

You came all over his face as he sucked your clit a bit hard. He licked all your mess before looking at you again. You try to regain your breathe before speaking again "You're such a meanie always teasing me". Dazai let out a chuckle as he saw you pouting.

"Hmm But my little bunny loves it when I tease her, doesn't she~ "

A/N- Interactions and reblogs are appreciated!

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[pedge-page]

Okay but pls feel free to ignore this I'm not creative but I love your writing

But I have an elderly sphynx (cat) and he's the love of my life, he gets cold so he wears jumpers and hats, and wants to be inside my clothes for warmth and is just an absolute baby, and sleep in my arms/in my hood honestly 24/7. He's like a small person he's so needy.

I can picture Joel getting home and pregnant reader has acquired one from someone, and the cat is her "practice" baby and she dresses him up and absolutely spoils him and carries him everywhere and Joel is just so baffled by what on earth is going on. BUT CANT QUESTION IT BECAUSE READER IS A MEANIE (as she should be) (mother knows best)

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Sphinx cats are so cute oh my gosh!!! She would love him so much, subconsciously because she'd think it's like a little Joel when he would shave and be like "smooth—hairless—baby man" (which is subsequently the last he shaved fully).

Also can't believe youre gonna give such cute imagery but not even show us with a pic ugh devastating but ALAS. Here's how it would go:

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When Joel comes home, he usually expects one of two things: you're sleeping on the couch with some mixed fruit jelly smeared all over your mouth and between your tits, or you're throwing a plastic cup (because he pre-baby-proofed the house to avoid having any dangerous objects in YOUR grasp) at his head for opening the door the "wrong way" (how does one open a single sided hinged door the wrong way? He's still trying to figure it out).

So when he walks in the front door and hears excited little peeps from you from the bedroom, he's a little weary.

It's not till he's tossing his keys on the counter and hearing you say "you're such a handsome man" that Joel's heart stops.

There's no way. You wouldn't. Not now, not so fucking pregnant with his baby—

Oh fuck. Was it his baby? Or was it this "handsome man" in HIS house with HIS wife, canoodling in HIS bed!??

And how long? How long has this affair been going on under his roof? The entire time you'd be angry at Joel during your pregnancy, maybe you meant it? Maybe you were done with him, seeking something new and exciting?

When Joel finally rounds the corner, just one step away from the doorway, listening to your giddy gasps and rustling clothes, he doesn't know if he can bring himself to find out. Can only imagine a million things he's going to see, all of which are too painful to conceptualize.

He hears your excited giggles, closes his eyes, braces his heart, and walking in.

It takes him a second to register what he's looking at: there's no other man in here, but rather something tucked up in one of his old high school hoodies that you're wearing, backwards, with the hood hanging against your chest.

Then there's something moving in it, and he's almost scared you may have already had the baby and are suffocating it in the hood, though your belly is still very much full, so what—?

"Joel!" You shout, looking petrified as if you're caught in a scheme.

Before Joel can even speak up to ask what's going on, you're pulling what is possibly (from Joel's perspective, mind you) the ugliest pink squirmy ballsack out of his hoodie, complete with a skiny pale rat tail, big marble eyes and pointed ears.

"Meet Ramses!"

He drops his backpack at the door and stares. "What. Is that."

"I literally JUST said his name is Ramses." you scold, kissing the—thing— on the wrinkly folds of its forehead.

It starts purring affectionately, and it clicks.

"That's a CAT?" Joel shouts.

You can feel the poor thing curls up against you with tension at his booming voice.

Joel, please, lower your voice—"

"Where's its fur? No wait, why is it here? How did you get a cat? Who's cat is it? WHY do you have it??"

"Well Deanna next door had a family emergency in Connecticut and they had to fly out this morning, so I agreed we'd watch Ramses until they got back."

"Why is it naked? What did you DO to it?" Fucking hell, Deanna and George are going to have a field day to find you'd shaved their pet literally within 24 hours—

"That's the way it is. Never seen a sphinx cat before?"

Hes not really listening at this point. Joels heart rate had finally caught up with him as he kind of breathes a sigh of relief.

A cat. He thought you were having an affair with a cat.

"Isn't he sooooo cute!!!" You squeal with little jumpy feet.

But it's not cute. Not with the way it's looking at Joel, with its slitted murderous eyes and pointed claws clinging to you while it hisses at him.

"Why is it in my hoodie?"

"He's cold, damnit Joel even YOU noticed he's naked. Poor handsome baby needs all kinds of love, and sweaters, and warmth and—"

The little sucker is just eating it up, as you babble on about getting it jumpers, and baby socks, and cutting all of Joels sweaters up so it can rest on top of your belly, and a spot for it in the bed—

"The BED? NO. No ballsacks in the bed."

"He's SO much cuter than your HAIRY ballsack, Joel, which as far as tonight, can agree to those terms and sleep on the couch." You scoff him and hold Ramses to your chest, scratching his ears and kissing him as you shove past your husband.

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Joel doesn't know what to do. Its one thing to agree to feed a cat every so often for a friend while they're out. It's something else entirely to be doing... what you've been doing.

There's a new amazon box in every hour with custom knitted cat sweaters and hats and ear muffs that you've gone off the reservation with just "needing" to keep warm, now full blown getting an outfit for every occasion. He hears you talking to it like a person, using a baby voice to tell him how handsome he looks, "like a wittle baby pharoh". Joel is tripping over all the cans of luxirous cat food youve been "testing" to find his desired taste. The man can't even get cuddles with you anymore because you're so god damn obsessed with swaddling Ramses in your clothes and softest blankets.

And it KNOWS. The damn cat KNOWS you've completely ignored your ever doting and pampering husband for it—while it does NOTHING but absorb your affection. You've craddled it against your every exposed piece of skin from sleeping across your neck to letting it rest atop your bump. Each time Joel tried to hug you, there's a quick hiss at him and low and behold there's the sleeping Ramses all nestled in HIS GODDAMN HOODIES (granted, that he gave you BUT STILL) wedged between your tummy and tits like a sauna, all curled up as youre talking to it like its a—

Oh my god.

"Are you... practicing—for the baby??"

You stop mid bounce of the kitty in your lap, wearing a matching knitted sweater to yours. "What! No! Thats—" but your eyes faulter to the cat who's just been helplessly going along with your toying. "No! Ramses is just a sweet little kitty who has NEEDS. Poor baby boy is so cold, he needs warmth of a —"

"Mother?"

"MAYBE."

Joel goes to sit down but the cat is giving him a less than inviting glare, so he slinks back to the other end of the couch.  "Honey. I think you're taking the cat-sitting too far."

"NO Im not!" You cry. You clutch the poor baby close to you defensively.  Why are you crying? I mean, you KNOW why--you're worried Joel is going to take your baby away from you—

Ooooooooooooooooooh. Oh fuck.

You stare at the little lump of skin curled up in your lap, with his collar that says "mommy's goodest boy" and realize how much Joel is definitely right...

Not that you'd EVER tell him that.

"No. You're wrong. I'm just being a fantastic neighbor. And you're being a shitty husband and not supporting me."

"That's a little too far—"

"And—" you interject. "Even if it WAS my baby practice. Which it isn't. You aren't being a very supportive father here either."

He sighs in defeat.

Can't argue there.

so when Deanna and George call to let you know they're going to be another week up North, you let them know Ramses is in good hands.

All true. Now that Joel had gained Ramses trust and had maneuvered the little guy in the new baby sling that you two could not figure out for months, you felt pretty confident in Joel's papa skills blossoming.

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Joel dealing with Preggo Wife masterlist

[wanderingxiao]

-Petty Lil’ Shit-

NSFW, 18+ only Plz~

Summary: Scara is having a pretty bad day, a talk with you gives him an idea to make his day better and get a little bit of... revenge

Pairing: College! Scaramouche x Female Reader

Warning: lots of foul language, degradation, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, Scara being a meanie and sweetie <3

Word Count: 4k

Enjoy~

“You may have this back when you learn to behave appropriately in class, Kunikuzushi.” A harsh growl came from the back of an indigo-haired boys throat as his phone and keys were taken from him by the teacher. His purple irises glared daggers into the back of the retreating older woman’s head, not once relenting his hateful glare towards her. He held back the urge to kick his desk out of irritation and annoyance for the old hag he was forced to listen to. The teacher proceeded with the lecture as of nothing had happened, ignoring the fact one of her students was radiating a pissed off aura that made the entire classroom shrink away from him as much as they could. After a grueling hour the class was finally over. “Kunikuzushi-“

“I’m coming, fucking hag.” The boy mumbled, scoffing at the sound of his real name being called once more by the older woman who just turned her nose up at him when he approached. He slung his backpack over his shoulder and stood in front of her desk until everyone had left in a hurry. “Give me my phone and my keys back. Those are mine.” The teacher gave the boy a stern glare as she crossed her arms across her saggy chest. How disrespectful! You’ll get them back when you’re respectful to your elders. Now please Kunikuzushi, I must prepare for my next class.” The boy stood frozen as he stared at the teacher in disbelief over the nonsense she just spotted out of her wrinkly lips. His expression turned dark, and he stomped his way out of the classroom, students scurrying out of his way before they got caught in his rage.

“What did you expect, Scara? You’re on your phone in her class all the time and never turn in anything on time.” A deadpan look crossed your face as he sat in front of you fuming boyfriend. He took an aggressive bite out of his chicken sandwich and sent a cold glare towards you. “Her class is easier than counting to one, it’s pathetic really. And to have to sit there and learn from a saggy tit granny? Hah! I could give two shits about her or the damn subject she teaches. I feel sorry for the old bastard she’s married to.” You sent a questioning look towards Scaramouche. He was being WAY harsher than normal. Usually, he’d just call her an old hag, but she must’ve REALLY pissed him off today for him to be chucking insults every other word. “Who pissed in your cheerios this morning?”

Your boyfriend snapped his head in your direction, sending a cold glare your way, getting more irritated at your lack of reaction from his piercing gaze. You had known Scaramouche for years, hell you’d been dating for 3 years and living together for about 1 year.  If you hadn’t gotten used to his bratty and controlling personality you wouldn’t still be sitting here with him in a university bench. Often, when he was being a brat or being a bit harsh, you would play along with his games and say harsh things about yourself. This always made him upset to the point where he would pout and come and cuddle you, telling you those things weren’t true and he was only being an asshole. Which he was. But you wouldn’t love your bratty short man otherwise.

“Very funny, brat.” Scaramouche scoffed and stuffed the last bit of his sandwich into his mouth, his cute pale cheeks full as he chewed. You couldn’t help but smile at his cuteness. He was the real brat. “Awe, c’mon Kuni…” He flinched slightly at hearing his real name slip past your lips instead of his other name. You were the only person allowed to say his name like that. He was forced to have his real name on his college transcripts. He loved how you said his name. “I know you don’t mean that, baby.” You got off the top of the table you sat on outside, wind blowing gently as other students passed by, paying you two no mind as they listened to their music or scrolled over their phones. You sat beside him and rested your hand on his chest, running your hand up and down his sternum. “You love me. You crave me and my touch constantly… like a drug you’re addicted to. You couldn’t live without me even if you tried.”

“In your fucking dreams, worm.” He scoffed harshly as he swallowed the rest of his sandwich quickly. His cheeks hinted a soft pink indicating that your words were in fact true, he was just too prideful to ever admit such embarrassing things. Your lips curled slightly hearing him call you a worm, that was your shy boyfriend for you. “I’m only your worm.” You lifted his chin gently and placed a quick peck on his crumb-littered lips. You licked your lips to get the crumbs off and sat back down, looking out over the courtyard as you waited for him to finish. Scaramouche was now unfocused on finishing his meal and more focused on your reply. “Hah! Never would’ve thought you would admit to being my slimy little worm. Spineless and cowardly.”

Your expression deepened with a frown. “Spineless? I’m not spineless! I do a lot of things out of my comfort zone, especially with you.” He knew you were referring to what you both did in the bedroom. Scaramouche was rather sadistic and possessive when it came to sex. He viewed the act as claiming possession over you and your body. Every inch of you then and there belonged to him and only him. You had been tied up, gagged, choked, pulled by your hair, smacked, and even once took part in role playing as Scaramouche’s slutty “secretary” and being bent over his desk until you couldn’t stand anymore. “That’s true… but-“ A handsome and suggestive grin spread across his perfect pale lips as he leaned over the table. His gentle and slender fingers curled under your chin, bringing your face closer to his as his lips grazed your ear. “You won’t have sex with me here, will you?”

His breath was hot against your skin, his tongue coming to lick slowly against the shell of your ear, an embarrassed heat rushing between your legs at the suggestion and his sexual advances on you. “H-Here? At the university…” Your voice was unsure and nervous. It sounded exciting though. The thrill of having to hide, the thrill of being quiet in order not to get caught. Your mind weighed heavy on the thought, but ultimately a voice in the back of your head screamed no. “Yeah, here. You’re always so willing to become my little slut at home, why not here as well? Maybe you don’t love me enough…” His voice began to trail off, encouraging you to retaliate against his statement and do whatever he wished. You could feel his hot breath ghost over your neck as he hovered his mouth over your pulse point. “You don’t love me enough to help me?”

“Y-You know it’s not like tha- ah!” You gasped in surprise when Scaramouche cupped your right breast with his warm hands, squeezing and grinding his hand against it. A flustered heat rose quickly to your cheeks, sending him a glare and grabbing his wrist tightly to stop his motions. “Are you crazy?! We’re still outside in the middle of the courtyard!” The indigo-haired boy didn’t seem to care and continued fondling your boobs until your grip tightening and started to push him away. His eyes narrowed and his lips curled into a frustrated snarl. “Are you honestly resisting me? Wow, I never thought I’d see the day you turn away a good dicking down.” He removed his hands from your breasts and grabbed your hands instead, pulling you up and shoving your things in your hands. “Let’s go.”

“Scara, wait-!” He didn’t wait for your reply, only dragging you along in his oddly strong grip towards an empty classroom. You tugged on your wrist embarrassed, heads turning your way at your struggle. Nobody bothered to save you as your boyfriend threw you into a certain empty classroom and slammed the door closed. In mere seconds your back was against the door, a pair of soft lips molding onto yours so perfectly you couldn’t help but fall into his touch. Feeling your body begin to submit to him, he slyly slid his cool hands up your waist, his thumbs coming to hook under the middle of your bra. His thumbs slid outward and towards your back, unclipping your bra and letting the material loosely hang on your shoulders underneath your shirt. He pulled away, “Lift those pretty little arms for me. I wanna see those perky tits.”

“Kuni…” You whined softly, slowly lifting up your arms and letting him remove your shirt and bro with one swish of his hands up. Your lips curled inwardly, pressing them together and turning your head away to try and avoid his intense stare. His fingertips glided over your erects nipples, touch feather light as he grinned at the way you shivered. “Mmm… I fucking love these tits. Look how hard your cute lil’ nips are for me.” He cruelly flicked your hardened buds, making you gasp and arch your back against the door, your chest presenting itself more for him. Scaramouche licked his lips and dove down to kiss down your chest and over the swell of your soft squishy mounds. “Hah… you smell so damn good…”

You moaned quietly as Scaramouche lifted one of your boobs and attached his mouth over your hardened bud. Your back arched, eyes closing as your fingers ran through his soft indigo locks. His warm tongue circled and flicked over your nipple while his other hand pinched and rubbed your other. A sticky wetness began to pool into your panties, hands shaking against his hair as they struggled not to move. You knew he didn’t like it when you touched yourself. If anything, he would do it for you and make you cum from his tongue, his fingers, or better yet his deliciously big dick. A slutty moan slipped past your wet lips when his knee harshly came between your legs, grinding you against his thigh while giving your tits his undivided attention.

“S-Scara please… Mmm! I-I want you…” Your needy pleas for his dick made him groan against your tits, pulling off with a pop before smacking your boob softly and moving to the other, giving it the same treatment. His other hand now went to slip down your pants, slender fingers skillfully finding your clit and rubbing sensational circles over your little love button. “Mmm! Fuck! Hah… Scaramouche! Ngh…” Your body shook, head turning side to side quickly as his fingers took you to edge of your euphoric bliss. You almost couldn’t take it anymore with how good he rubbed your clit. “That’s it…” He pulled off your nipple and started to leave bite marks and hickeys along your chest and the sensitive sides of your boobs. His face nuzzled into your neck, heavy pants almost searing your skin. “Fucking come undone from my fingers… that’s it baby… hah, fucking cum for me!”

“K-Kuni!!” You cried out his name as you creamed all over your smooth cotton panties, fingers trembling against his shoulders as you gripped him for support. Scaramouche dipped his fingers down to get his fingers wet before he removed them, admiring the contents of your climax over his fingers. “Hah! Look who’s enjoying all the fun over there. Cumming so quick just from having your slutty little clit played with. Pathetic.” His eyes lowered seductively, his tongue coming out to lick his slightly swollen lips. You could immediately feel heat rush to your cheeks when he slid his tongue over his tainted fingers, licking up your juices with a sexy glare. “I think it’s time for you to return the favor. Since I was so kind to give you the satisfaction of cumming without me.” Before you knew it, his hands were on your ass and pulling you up and against him, forcing your arms around his neck.

Your boobs smushed against Scaramouche’s neck as he expertly guided you both to lay you down on the teacher’s desk. His erection bumped against your clothed core as he carried you, making you hornier than you were previously. Once you were down, he got to work on stripping himself of his shirt, a thin layer of sweat already glistening on his pale toned body. Your hands reached out to run down his shoulders to his pecks, all the way down to his V-line. It was then you finally made eye contact with the obvious tent in his pants. “You like what you see there, slut?” He could practically see the drool coming out of your mouth as you stared intently at his clothed erection. Cool touches lingered against your hips as his slender fingers hooked onto your pants and slid them off with your panties. a deep moan erupted from his throat as he stared longingly at your sopping cunt. “Oh fuck… look how wet you are, all for me too? That’s so damn sexy...”

“D-Don’t look…” His beautiful view was interrupted by your hands as you covered your glistening lips with your hands, face flushed and turned away for him not to see how embarrassed you were with his gaze. A low growl rumbled through his chest as he pulled your hands away and slammed them down beside you. “Dont ever hide yourself from me again. Your body belongs to me. Not even a single hair on your head is to be called yours. You’re completely… and utterly, mine.” His voice dropped as he stated his claim over you, his dark lavender eyes lowering to study how magnificent your natural essence was. Trimmed pubic hair outline the area around your crotch and your lovely folds. The curves of your cunt had him mesmerized, how slick they were with your arousal, tiny clit now swollen from indescribable pleasure. The last thread of any restraint to be somewhat gentle snapped as your lips breathless called out his name. “Kunikuzushi, I’m yours… please… stop looking and just put your dick in me… I want you… I need you so badly, baby.”

“Ah fuck… you sound so fucking hot when you beg for me like the whorish slut you are.” His fingers made haste with unbuckling his belt, deep heavy pants leaving his mouth feeling his cock head twitch in anticipation. Relief washed over his figure feeling his hard dick be freed from the firm constraints they were previously in. The red tip twitched at the feeling of cool air blowing against it, his eyes twitching slightly as he bit his lip. You copied his movements as your lip caught between your teeth, pussy clenching on nothing as you anxiously shifted. “Kuni… Kuni please-“ a harsh slap came to your plump thighs as he jutted his hips against your lower regions, his dick slapping against your slick folds before rubbing the underside up and down. “Shut up. I’ll fuck you when I damn well please. Now hush and let me do as I please with my pretty little girl.”

A soft whimper escaped your lips at his words, your legs spreading a bit wider for him to have more access to your womanly parts. He obliged happily, stepping forward and reaching a hand down to grab the base of his dick. He rubbed the shaft up and down your folds, groaning at the feeling. He forced his tip to poke at your entrance before flicking it up to bump your clit, chuckling deeply as he watched your body squirm underneath him. Your mind suddenly flashed with remembrance, and you pushed against his chest earning a frustrated glare. “W-Wait, do you have any condoms?” Your worries were crushed with a glare from your boyfriend. He took your hands away and gripped your thighs, digging his fingers into your flesh as he started to press harder against your entrance. “We don’t need it this time.”

“What?! Scara what happens if I get pregnant? I’m not ready to be a parent!” Scaramouche looked up in thought, and a small loving smirk graced his lips. He looked back down to you, his eyes only reflecting his love for you despite his harsh teasing and cruel smile. “Then I’ll take responsibility. It’s not like I ever planned to let you go anyways. Trust me, (Y/N).” Your heart hammered against your chest at his loving and sweet words. Your resolve melted when he leaned down to kiss you lovingly as a measure of reassurance. The pressure against your entrance continued until you felt a firm thrust sheath his dick inside, forcing a small groan out of your mouth at the stretch. His large hands moved their way up to grab your hips, lips departing from yours as a string of saliva snapped between your mouths. “Sh-Shit it’s always so good… fuck I can’t control myself…”

“Kuni, mmm… feel so full inside.” His thrusts were slow and unbelievably deep at first. A wet sound came from below you as his dick came in and out of your sloppy insides. Your hands went around his neck, fingers entangling in the soft tussles of his indigo hair. The grip on your hips tightened as he started to set a new snd faster pace. Low groans rumbled in his chest while needy pants dropped from his lips. “You feel good, (Y/N)? Bet you’re feeling f-fucking amazing right now… ahhh, yeah, you’re my dirty little girl, aren’t you? You’re my dirty slut.” His hips were smacking against yours now, his eyes heavily lidded as he focused on the way your boobs bounced with each thrust, he sheathed into you. Your face was morphed into a blissful and fucked out expression, your eyes barely able to be kept open as you couldn’t help but solely focus on the pleasure Scaramouche was giving you. “Y-Yes Kuni, I feel so good… hah, oh my god, M-Mmm!”

“What else?” He called out harshly, his cold hands coming to grip around your neck, apply a gentle pressure to stimulate your eyes to snap open. You made eye contact with his gorgeous dark lavender eyes, half closed as he stared intently at you with lust swimming around the contents of his irises. His pupils were blown out with lust, threatening to swallow the lovely color of his eyes full. Strands of his indigo hair stuck to his forehead as sweat glistened on his pale skin. “I-I’m your dirty girl… all yours Kuni, all yours, hah!” He huffed out a strained chuckle, wincing as he unconsciously squeezed tighter around your neck. “Hngh! Fuck!” Scaramouche let go of you completely and slammed his hands on the desk, a loud crack being heard as he caged your body and thrust his hips faster. “Ahh! Kuni-“

“Just let me grab my papers out of my office.” A hand slapped over your mouth as quick as you first noticed a voice had sounded from outside. Your whole entire body froze, eyes blowing wide, pupils shrinking as all sense of arousal left your body. Your boyfriend squeezed your mouth tighter, clenching his teeth together harshly as he tried to withstand the unrelenting squeeze you had around his dick at the moment. The door handle jiggled, your legs coming to try and push Scaramouche off, but he wouldn’t budge. Your heart pounded harshly in your chest as you waited to be caught in such an embarrassing act. “Well, hey there teacher! My professor asked me to come get you! It sounded quite urgent… it seems somethings wrong the scantron reader, it’s giving all the students A’s. It’d be a shame if it was left the way it is.”

“Ngh… n-now I owe that nosy… f-fucking brat…” Scaramouche cursed as he let go of your mouth, panting and lightly trembling above you. Your lungs clawed at the opportunity for air, taking shallow gasps as you tried to stay quiet. The two figures outside retreated. It sounded like… “W-Was that Heizou?” A scoff came from Scaramouche as he clenched his fists together against the table. He curt nod came as he finally brought his eyes back down to connect with yours. You could feel his body tense up as he rocked his hips again with yours. “Where were we?” He whispered, letting out a soft groan before he leaned over you, his hair tickling your forehead, husky breath fanning over your face. Your hands grabbed his face, pulling him close to engage in a sloppy heated make out.

Scaramouche pushed your hip down with one hand while the other came around your shoulders to squeeze you tightly against him. A low grunt echoed in his throat, tongue swirling and flexing over yours as he started to pick up his pace. One of his knees came to rest on the desk to plunge himself deeper, snapping his hips brutally against yours, almost feral the way he desperately chased his release now. He shoved his face into your neck, panting harder and moaning into your neck, his hips stuttering slightly as they became sloppy and all the more desperate. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, I’m so close… you’re squeezing, hah, the fucking life… o-outta me, ahhh… I’m gonna cum.” Your legs wrapped around his hips, arms wrapping around his head against your neck and sending your hands to claw at his back. “M-Me too! Mmm! Feels so g-good Kuni!”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, cumming… cumming, gonna fucking cum.” You tightened your grip on him and came with a loud moan and squeal of his name as he fucked your sensitive walls after your god-like climax. He pulled up away from you quickly, hands slamming and pushing your hips roughly against the desk as he ripped his dick out of your throbbing insides. “Sh-Shit!” He came quickly after, spurts of sticky white coming from his twitching tip as cum splattered against important documents on the desk and all over the teacher’s keyboard and screen. You were too fucked out to even notice what he’d done. Your chest rose and fell heavily, trying to catch your breath and calm the trembling in your legs from how good Scaramouche fucked you. He collapsed on top of you, panting against your chest and neck as he too tried to regain his composure. “That was… fucking amazing.”

“I-It always… is baby. You’re always so a-amazing.” You panted out in agreement, a small smile on your face as you kissed his sweaty forehead, combing his sweaty bangs out of his face. He lazily rose his head up and placed a soft kiss to your lips before reluctantly pushing himself up. “C’mon, let’s get you dressed.” Scaramouche was oddly sweet when it came to aftercare with you. He knew he was harsh and a little mean when he got really into sex, to make up for his roughness, he tried to be a little kinder in aftercare not to make you think he was heartless. He helped you put your panties and bra back on before letting you get yourself dressed while he fixed himself up too. “Oh, Scara you came all over the teacher’s desk… we better clean it up before they come back.”

“Leave it. That old hag deserves it.” He opened the desk and pulled out his phone and keys, smirking at the work he’d done making a mess on the teacher’s desk.

“…you really are a petty lil’ shit aren’t you?”

“Shut up.”

“Shut up.”

“…you really are a petty lil’ shit aren’t you?”

“Shut up.”

[starsurface]

May I please have mk1 cg sindel headcannons

Yes of course!! :D

(Also I got the other message, don't you worry, the Readers a Babyspace Regressor <3)

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

CG Sindel w/ Babyspace Regressor Hcs

💜 Such a good Momma 🥺

💜 She absolutely adores you

💜 Your so tiny and cute, how could she not?

💜 Really likes baby regressors, especially because she can snuggle up and cuddle you

💜 And dress you up in cute onesies 👀

💜 She was a mom to baby twins once, she knows what she's doing

💜 Sindel isn't weak, but she'll normally pick you up with her hair

💜 It's just more convenient, and she can do stuff with her hands

💜 However, that doesn't mean she won't hip carry you, your her baby after all

💜 Will try her hardest to push some of her royal duties onto someone else so she can care for you

💜 If she can't watch you because of some important meeting, she'll have one of her daughters watch you (they love you)

💜 If it's after MK1, Li Mei is one of your go to babysitters <3

💜 You. Are. So. Spoiled.

💜 Whatever regression item you want, it's yours

💜 She's empress, she has power and money, don't you worry about a thing

💜 You have a thousand and one stuffies and will continue to get more

💜 However, only a handful get to stay in your (her) bed :(

💜 Don't worry, she bought a really nice stuffie holder for all your other friends so they're okay

💜 Will laugh if you try to chew on her fingers, but will lead you to your paci or something similar

💜 Finds tummy time really fun and adorable

💜 Your just laying there on your belly, showing her some toy or plushie of yours

💜 Tummy time with you laying on her is more just cuddling, but she'll laugh if you try to eat her nose

💜 Is really good and really fast at changing diapers if you need them

💜 Unfortunately, you can't be a very naughty baby because she won't let you >:(

💜 Your constantly in her reach, whether she picks you up or uses her hair

💜 And that means that whenever you do something naughty, she'll pick you up and gently scold you

💜 If it was an accident, it'll be more of a silly scold though, accidents happen sometimes

💜 Favorite cg nicknames are Mama, Mommy, and ‘Della (it's close to Sindel, but mostly only used when your bigger)

💜 Very good with babblers

💜 She'll have a full blown conversation with you as you babble and giggle away

💜 Also knows what you want when your fussy (mom instinct)

💜 Very good when you get fussy or have a hissy fit

💜 She'll gently shush you and let you babble about what's wrong

💜 Likes calling you Sweetie, Princess/Prince/Royalty, Sweetheart, Munchkin

💜 She'll dress you up in the cutest onesies and you don't get much of a choice <3

💜 Like, you do, but why would you ever say no to the onesies she got you? They're so cute, soft, and silky 🥺

💜 A suckered for good pouty face (but also puts her foot down a lot because she's a big meanie)

💜 Since your more tiny, she's more cautious with you playing with her hair

💜 Not that she doesn't trust you!! She just doesn't want it pulled

💜 Adores doing your hair though <3

💜 . . . Would probably make you look like a pineapple if you had short hair by making a ponytail on top of your hair 😒

💜 Make sure to send her to timeout because she's mean >:(

💜 One of her favorite activities is you on her hip while you walk through the gardens, passing by interesting Outworld flowers and people training

💜 Very proud Mama, anyone that speaks ill of you gets to speak with her personally <3

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

I know this is about MK1 Sindel, but MK11 Sindel is so pretty. <3.

I really like MK1 Sindel too, sorry if this is shorter than others though. :(

[or0ch1maru]

Shyly asking: Zetsu nsfw headcanons 🌓

hiiiiiii, this^ this right here is wtf I’m talking aboutttttt, let’s get into it🫵🏻

Warnings: this is literally porn, 18+, double penetration, degrading, praising, quickies, zetsu with two dicks, orgasm denial, toys, hair pulling, the occasional slap, possessive kink, period sex, brat taming

Sorry if this is all over the place, my thoughts were bouncing around my head and felt like I couldn’t get them out fast enough lmfao

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-two cocks: starting off strong I know but come on

-one sits on top of the other(like how I believe Kisa’s set up) so when he’s feeling particularly mean, just know both holes are being tormented(who are we kidding, both holes are getting fucked every time)

-now, I mentioned in my last hc post, that he’ll split up into two separate beings and go about his business. Yea, some of his business is you

-white Zetsu(sweet baby)will distract you with literally anything, giving black Zetsu a chance to trap you

-black Zetsu is the meanie, degrading you, his words so filthy that you can’t help but become soaked. White Zetsu praises you. Calling you his princess as he holds you against his chest. Back pressed against him as he watches black Zetsu shove his fingers down your shorts

-“ohh, bein’ so good for us princess, just look at you.” He’ll coo into your ear, moving one hand up to your mouth, either covering it completely or shoving a finger or two in your mouth

-“quit with that shit, she’s nothing but a lil’ whore. I mean, look.” Black Zetsu retorts back, pulling his hand from your pants, holding up his fingers that are covered in your slick. You whining into white Zetsu’s hand from being denied your release

-they loveeeeee having you cum and cream on their cocks which is why, 90% of the time, they pull their fingers/tongue/toys away from you before you have the chance

-one of their favorite things is oral. They have oral fixations. White Zetsu loves and craves, has even cried because of his need to have you sit on his face. His hands gripping your thighs as he holds you against his head, black Zetsu taking this opportunity to shove his cock down your throat

-loves pulling his cock out to smack against your tongue and cheek before roughing cramming it back. Groaning at the sight of your glossed over eyes, tears forming in the corners

-they could go for hoursssssssss. If none of you have missions for a few days, just know you’ll be bent over any surface of your shared room, in the shower, folded like a pretzel. And you’ll lose your ability to walk

-now, double penetration wise, they’ll use their fingers and toys to stretch you out and prepare you before going any further. They may be cruel, but they know their princess’ limits. Wanting you to be fully comfortable and ready before they proceed

-safe word!! Is a must

-sometimes, if they don’t separate, they’ll have you in doggy, taking you from behind. Your cute pussy being stuffed to the max by both cocks

-when they do separate, black Zetsu takes your pussy, only because he knows you can handle his roughness better while sweet white zetsu, fills your ass. He goes at a slower pace, especially when you’re taking him for the first time and even when you’ve adjusted, he’ll speed up but never rough with you

-“you loved being stuffed huh princess?”, “fuckin’ hell, could live like this. You’re so warm.”, “gods you look so pretty baby, bein’ such a good girl.”

-“our girl is such a cock hungry slut huh?”, “you love being fucked by two cocks don’t you lovey?”, “take it baby, fuckin’ take it.”

-they don’t mind period sex at all. Aren’t afraid to eat you out either. They know orgasms help relieve cramps so just know you’ll be well taken care of

-they have a collection of dildos, vibrators, and butt plugs. One of their favorites being the vibrator that they can control

-watching you try to keep your composure while talking to Itachi, noting the slight blush to your cheeks

-when black Zetsu is feeling mean, whether it’s stress, need after being away on a mission, or you acting like a damn brat, he’ll pull you into the room, slip a cute little plug into you before letting you get back to business. He’s a patient man. Could wait alllllll day until your holes were prepped

-they both love leaving hickeys. Purple and red marks littering your thighs, chest, collar bones and neck. Not caring who sees them, they want people to know your his

-when you’re giving black Zetsu head, he loves having you on your knees in front of him, his hand pulling your hair roughly as he yanks you around, guiding your mouth to where he needs it

-when you act like a brat, he won’t hesitate to make contact to your cheek, nothing that’ll ever leave a mark or hurt you. More like a tap tbh. Just something he knows will make you pay attention

-prefers to just pull his cock out, and have that hit you in the cheek

-if he’s feeling particularly needy, he’ll pull you away from whatever you’re doing, just to shove you up against the wall, face mushed against the stone as he fucks into you

-could be in an empty hallway of the compound, a bathroom, he’ll he’s even done it in the library the akatsuki has built in

-also, I totally believe he’s into sharing you. Not with just anybody. The only other person I think he’d let see you like this is Tobi. Just imagine that omggggggg

(Phew, had to stop myself there because good lord)

I don’t mind doing a full prompt on any of this or doing more nsfw headcanons, just send me whatever 💋

[cerise-on-top]

I love the way you write for the cod women! specifically, Farah (she's my wife) if you feel comfortable writing for chubby readers. Could you write Farah x Chubby Reader? 💕

Hello! I'm glad to hear that you enjoy my writing! Farah is pretty cool I agree! Here you go!

Farah with a Chubby!Reader

Farah doesn’t particularly care about your body type as long as you’re you. She fell in love with you because of your personality, not your body. But that isn’t to say she wouldn’t adore it all the same. It’s a part of you, and therefore it’s as perfect as it could get. She loves you in your entirety, regardless of what you look like, even on those days where you might feel like she deserves someone better than you. Someone who fits the image of traditionally handsome or pretty more so than you do. It’s during those days where Farah would actually become a bit more cuddly than she usually is. She doesn’t touch people very often aside from the occasional friendly pat on the shoulder or maybe patching someone up after a rough fight. She may be touch starved, but she doesn’t really touch people. Not that she detests it, it’s just not her style. So she’d be a bit more touchy with you, reassuring you that you’re lovely just as you are. You’re gorgeous, no one could ever take that away from you. It’s during those days that she’ll demand you lie down on the couch or the bed so she can rest her head either on your chest or your tummy. Both are the perfect napping spot, she’ll claim, even if she doesn’t really take naps during the day. She’ll snuggle into you, hold you close and tell you just how lovely and beautiful you are, beauty standards be damned because the prettiest, most jaw dropping person on the planet is with her right now anyway. Every other fool knows nothing in comparison.

Farah is also pretty good with her words. When she was younger she used to read quite a lot, quite a few things were above her reading level as well, so she knows a few fancy words here and there. She can compare you to just about anything beautiful on this planet, but she does like to tell you that there were some cultures out there where being chubby was a sign of wealth and beauty. And that’s another thing she likes about you: You’re chubby because you can afford food, because you can afford to eat well. She’ll remind you that there were princesses out there, chubby ones, who would be the pinnacle of wealth and beauty because of it. Farah is far from all knowing, but she knows a few things here and there.

Besides, as mentioned before, she’ll love you regardless of what you look like. If she feels particularly touch starved she’ll walk up to you from behind, wrap her arms around you and squeeze your tummy a bit. It’s warm, it’s soft, she gets to hold you in her arms. What’s not to love about the concept? If you’re someone who’s into cute clothing, then Farah fantasizes about seeing you in a cute dress. Something like a fancy lolita dress because she knows you’d look so cute in it. While she can’t buy an outfit like that for you as it is, she hopes that once the situation has calmed down a lot and she won’t have to fight for her life anymore, that Farah can buy you a cute dress.

While she won’t outright ask for it, sometimes she does like being held, so she definitely wouldn’t mind it if you pulled her down on top of you, held her down with your arms and then rambled on about your day. However, be warned, as she mindlessly listens to you, she might play around a bit and poke your tummy, or whichever it is that is closest to her. Hope you’re not ticklish because the chances are high she’ll do that. You’re soft, it’s fun and if you are ticklish then she has even more of an incentive to actually do it. Not at all sneaky about it either, will poke you and then look up at you with a smile. Farah, too, can be a bit of a meanie, but she loves you so it’s okay.

[imagines--galore]

May I request Reader has trust issues and still can't trust Sherlock's love, he loves her dearly so he makes her comfortable and does every sweet to have her complete trust ?

Pairing: Sherlock x Reader Rating || Genres || Warnings: T. Romance. None, just Sherlock being cute :3 A/N: Gah! I love all these requests! Thank you so much for sending it in!

You had had your heart broken one too meany times in the past. The most recent heartbreak had occurred in the form of your almost fiancée disappearing off the face of the Earth, and when Sherlock had deduced he had run off with another woman you had been skeptical.

Deciding to go and confront him yourself, and with Sherlock wanting to have gloating rights when you found what he said was true, you had taken a small trip to where Sherlock said he was hiding.

And sure enough, you had find him there. Proposing marriage to another woman.

Whatever words of victory Sherlock had been about to voice died the moment he beheld the look of utter heartbreak and devastation on your face. One that had him wanting to go and deck the man for hurting you so badly. He had even offered to do so, but you had declined, and the two of you had returned back to London.

Yet somehow, despite his best efforts, Sherlock hadn't been able to get the thought of you out of his mind. No matter what he did, he would always get around to thinking about you. And once he voiced his concerns about it to John and Mary, the former had shaken his head at his friend's oblivious nature, while his wife had clapped her hands in delight and said something that had nearly made Sherlock fall off his seat.

"You fancy her, Sherlock."

You had been surprised when Sherlock had dropped by your little bakery/cafe a few days after solving your case. If you didn't know any better, he was just as surprised at finding himself there.

Still the two of you were polite to one another, and you spoke a little before he ate whatever he had asked you to recommend and left.

It became something of a ritual between the two of you as the days turned to weeks.

Sherlock would drop by, ask you to recommend him something to eat and you would sit at his table and just chat. He always picked the time when there was no rush hour, and as the owner, you allowed yourself to sit and just speak to him.

He would come nearly every other day, though when he had a particularly exciting case that required his undivided attention he would miss out on visiting you but you didn't mind. Whenever he would return he would be buzzing with excitement and would proceed to tell you every single detail of the case. And it would always take your breath away, just how amazingly he would solve each case and how brilliant his mind was.

The two of your would share some leftover pastry and drink tea, talking into the wee hours of the morning.

One time he had come in with someone he introduced as his friends, John and Mary Watson. You had immediately taken a liking to the couple and so your friend circle grew. And though Sherlock would come in with them often, he would always take time to come alone.

Truth be told, you had to credit getting over your recent heartbreak to Sherlock. He was the perfect distraction from just how much the man's betrayal had hurt you. Though you came to see him as a friend as time went by, which was strange because according to Mary, Sherlock didn't make any friends.

She had once commented on the fact when she had stopped by to pick up some cupcakes. You had waved her off saying that despite the front he put up, Sherlock had a kind heart and only took pity on you because of what you had endured.

Still it was surprising when you encountered Sherlock's older brother sitting in your cafe one day. He had been a little rude and you had a sneaking suspicion that you were being tested. Maybe he was just over-protective of his younger brother? Which you found to be sweet and was something you had pointed out to Mycroft Holmes as he left your establishment. The man had denied such claims and left in a huff, though not before you had been able to catch a slightly surprised and guilty look across his face.

You were definitely on par with your assumptions.

However, what you hadn't been expecting was Sherlock to come bursting in just moments before you closed up and demand to know what his brother has said to you. He looked strange, his eyes wide and for the first time you saw what Sherlock looked like when he was afraid. You had reassured him, saying that though Mycroft had told you to back off if you had any ulterior motives, you had set him straight.

That was the first night Sherlock had hugged you.

For someone who claimed to have no regard for physical touch, he had to be one of the best hugs you had ever had in your life. His very warmth and presence calmed you and the way his body relaxed against your own, you knew he felt the same way as well. You had both flushed red when you broke apart, and proceeded to carry out your normal routine of sharing something sweet and tea. Though this time he had food delivered to your shop since the both of you stayed there the entire night.

Just talking.

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His confession came at a time when he had just finished a case and was pumped full of adrenaline. The natural kind, he had assured you.

It had been a particularly hard case, with multiple people dead and more to come, not to mention the killer was mocking Sherlock every step of the way. He hadn't visited for nearly two weeks, and you admitted to yourself that you missed him. John would keep you updated, since you didn't want to text Sherlock yourself for fear of distracting him, you knew how much he loved to stay focused on his case.

Sherlock had burst into the office of your cafe where you had been working on the budget for the next month. He hadn't even given you time to greet him when he had scooped you in his arms and twirled you around. You shrieked, playfully smacking his shoulder and laughing as you demanded to be put down.

He had done so, though he still kept his arms around you, and you around him. His blue eyes were gleaming and you were smiling widely at him, ecstatic to see him again. Perhaps it was the reason why you didn't pull away when his face lowered and your head tilted back as your lips finally pressed together in what would be the first of many many kisses.

Despite the obvious affection you had for Sherlock, and how much he seemed to adore you, you still had a long road ahead of you. Given how your previous relationships had worked out, you had told Sherlock that it would take time for you to trust him completely.

And, surprisingly, he understood. He had been there when he had seen your heart break. Never before had Sherlock been aware of the effects of a broke heart, and it still made him angry at how your previous boyfriend had treated you.

"I need time."

He had simply kissed your forehead and smiled.

"Well I can be very patient when I want to be Y/N."

Where Sherlock had been a little hesitant before, he was now more outright about his feelings for you. John once told you how Sherlock had stayed up multiple nights just so he could finish composing the perfect musical piece that matched your soul. His words, John had quickly added, making you blush and look away, unable to see just how lucky you were to having someone as dedicated as Sherlock at your side.

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You were made aware of the true depth of your feelings for Sherlock one night when you were closing up and the person you had least expected walked in.

Your ex-boyfriend.

You were stunned, staring at him as if you had seen a ghost. The feelings and memories you had worked so hard to get rid of over the past few months all came rushing back as he began to talk. He apologized for the way he had left, how he didn't realize how good he had had, and that it was just a mistake, that he was no longer with the other girl.

You had simply stood there, lips pressed in a thin line as he pleaded with you.

"I'm going to ask you to leave." You had finally stated, firm but sure. He had tried to grab your hands but you had stepped out of the way. Your response seemed to get a rise out of him as he approached you, claiming how you would never get anyone better then him.

It was at that moment you had glanced over his shoulder to see Sherlock walking into the cafe. The utter relief and feeling of safety and security that overwhelmed you in that moment had you making a break for Sherlock and throwing your arms around him. He managed to catch you in the last second, his blue gaze murderous as he glared at the man who had been standing too close to you.

"If you do not leave within the next few seconds, I will make it so that you never even existed." Sherlock's voice held promise as he continued to glare at the man, still holding you in his arms. Your Ex seemed to be flustered, obviously not expecting someone like Sherlock to be there for you.

Still the man didn't wait to find out if Sherlock would carry out his threat. Though as he passed, Sherlock stepped away from you, only to grab the man by the collar of his shirt so he would look him in the eye. "And if you ever bother Y/N again, they'll never find your body." The chill in his voice was enough to make you shiver. Reaching out you gently laid a hand on his arm, causing his entire body to relax as he let go of the man, who wasted no time in sprinting out of there.

With the threat gone, Sherlock turned his attention to you.

"I'm sorry you had to see that." He said, referring to how he had spoken to y our ex. You shook your head, taking his hand and lacing your fingers together.

"No, I'm glad I did." He gave you an adorably confused look at which you reached up and cupped his cheek. "Because now I know I can trust you with my heart."

His answering expression of utter astonishment and delight had you laughing softly as you pressed your lips against his. The embrace was every bit as sweet and perfect as one of your decadent cakes, and Sherlock couldn't help but file away everything about that moment in his Mind Palace.

From the way your lips felt against his, warm and soft, to the gentle grip of your hands on his shoulders. The firmness of your body against his, yet just how soft you were. The scent of melted chocolate and vanilla that you always carried given your profession, and also the fact that when he kissed you, his over-racing mind would slow down, as if it wanted to savor every second with you.

"I still say I should've punched him." He whispered against your mouth, once the two of you broke for air.

"For once Sherlock take the win without any violence." You giggled against his lips before distracting him with another kiss, muffling whatever he had been about to say.

And for once Sherlock was all too happy to stop talking and reciprocate.

[goldenchunkycat]

The way she looks at me you | Chapter 2

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Pairing: Neteyam x Ao'nung x Na'vi!Reader x Lo'ak

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Chapter Warnings:

- ANGST (bullying (both verbally and kind of physically), anxiety attack, xenophobia, Lo'ak in an ungrateful brother, Neteyam is a meany) - FLUFF (just a bit, Kiri Lo'ak and Reader being crackhead, jokes ?, Lo'ak is a really good friend)

- BAD ENGLIIIISH (not proof read, feel free to correct me if you want to)

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A/N: The song that Neytiri sang at Neteyam's funeral is on Youtube, at this point I'm just torturing myself. Anyway, reblog are appreciated and comments even more ♡♡

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The next day, you and the Sullys woke up, exhausted but relieved to have slept in a real bed - even though you had shared yours with Kiri, which neither of you minded. Jake gave you his speech about respecting their traditions and people, and had especially looked at Lo'ak when he told you to behave - which made you discreetly laugh. So you and the siblings were on the road to the beach, ready to take your first steps into a completely new world, different from what you knew.

"I hope you drown." Kiri said playfully to her brother, nudging his shoulder to annoy him.

"If it's after you I don't care."

As you watched the two idiots make a scene in front of you while holding Tuk's hand, you couldn't help but laugh at their ridiculous insults. They may not be related by blood but they sure acted like they were. Sometimes it really fascinated you and you couldn't look away from their whining, secretly choosing a side to support.

"Don't you feel hot ?"

Neteyam's voice snapped you out of your analysis, causing you to jump and almost stumble headlong into the sand. Like a deer caught in the headlights, you almost broke your neck as you turned your gaze to his handsome face that was smiling at your nonsenses. It was cute.

"No- I'm fine. I'm really good." you repeated, not knowing what else to say to ease his concerns.

Doubtful, he looked at your getup, skeptical before reaching for the strange top you were wearing that covered your entire upper body.

"I've always seen you in that but never questioned it, since that's what father's friend wears too. But I can't help but think it must be uncomfortable, isn't it?"

"No. I'm used to it. But I'm not used to wearing your clothes. I feel…exposed ?"

Neteyam did not understand what you meant by 'exposed'. Which was quite understandable since he had grown up seeing women and men wearing nothing by your standards. His own clothes, as well as those of all the Na'vis, only covered their private parts. So seeing you show up on a beach in a baggy t-shirt and cargo pants that looked way too big for you was one of the reasons why Neteyam would never consider you his sister, unlike Tuk. You were just too different.

Shrugging, he did not question your choice of words and continued on his way by your side, sometimes asking you questions such as 'did you sleep well ?' or 'what do you think of this place ?', or interfering in the passionate discussions Tuk was having with you. So, even though the walk was not that long, you had the impression that it lasted only a few seconds. For the second time, in a short period of time, you had talked to your crush and said more than two sentences. Maybe this new place was going to work out for you after all.

"Look at them, they're worse than babies." 

"Can't even stay three minutes underwater."

No, you were wrong, you were going to hate this place. Eywa, you already hated it. When you arrived on the beach, almost panting from the heat since you were used to the coolness of the lab, the two boys from yesterday and the pretty girl were waiting for you, half sunk into the water. While she had welcomed you warmly, her brother, if you had understood correctly what Lo'ak had told you last night with passionate insults, had only rolled his eyes. You were sure you had heard him mocking the Sully's and were selfishly glad to have gone under the radar. But you couldn't stay invisible for long.

"You ! What are you doing on the shore ?" the boy with the bun had called you in a scathing voice, drawing everyone's attention to you. "You think that you're too good to learn our way ?"

"Ao'nung !" his sister chided him, a frown on her face. Slowly, she swam until she was within reach of you and started a conversation with you, surely trying to make you feel comfortable. "Hi, my name is Tsireya, I'm sorry my brother can be a skxawng sometimes. Why don't you come with us ?"

You blushed and looked at her pretty face, then at her hand that was extended to you, urging you to take it and join her into the water.

Snapping out of your trance, you shook your head at full speed, moving away from the waves that licked the sand beneath your feet. "Maybe later… Thanks."

"Fine. We'll wait, don't worry. If you need help you can call me, I'll be right there."

You blushed again but did not answered. Eywa, she was so nice and pretty. Did you sounded rude ? But from what little you saw, she seemed to be understanding, the opposite of her brother, who you knew was looking at you with a nasty look from where he was standing. You couldn't hear what he was saying, but from his friend's laugh and Lo'ak's look you were sure you did not want to know.

So, from a distance, you watched them practicing diving underwater. They did not move or swim, they just tried to see their current predisposition. Not surprisingly, Lo'ak and Tuk were the first to get their heads out of the water to take a deep breath. Always, when they did so, Lo'ak would turn to you to see if you were still watching them. When he saw you laughing at him, which you always did, he would make faces at you before being called to order, which made you laugh even more.

Sometimes Neteyam would pop his head out of the water. In those moments you felt like you were going to explode because of how hot your face was. But you could blame it on the heat, couldn't you ? On the other hand, you could not look away from the spectacle that was offered to you every time he emerged from the waves. His skin glistening, his eyes shining, his hair dripping with sea water. He really was a sight. Fortunately, he did not see you scrutinizing him like the Nantangs scrutinized their prey. At least you thought so, because Neteyam did notice the way you looked away whenever he caught you looking at him. He did not mind though, he loved the attention…

As for Kiri, you could not help but feel amazed and impressed when she was the last one out of the water. No matter what she did, she always succeeded, whether it was her Ikniyama, something as complicated as healing, and now freediving. Part of you knew you should not feel this way since she was your best friend but you could not help but feel…jealous. She was different from you in so many ways and was proving it once again right here. Even away from home, she seemed to be a genius and learned faster than anyone else. And you could only watch from afar, sitting on the edge of this beach, insecure.

The morning had gone by quite quickly and it was soon enough time to eat. One by one, the Sully came out of the water, soaked, exhausted, out of breath, but above all hungry. Immediately, Lo'ak walked towards you and, sensing the stupidity coming, you got up at full speed, trying to escape the mischievous boy. Nothing on his face gave away his intentions, not even a smile. But you knew. You knew him so well.

Obviously you were not quick enough, because in one swift move Lo'ak had jumped on your back, throwing you both to the ground. And, to your dismay, he was soaked.

"Get off of me moron!" you yelled, trying as best as you could to escape from his wet arms as he took great pleasure in soaking your clothes with sea water.

"Why should we be the only one who are wet huh ?" he said in a defying tone, muffling your protests by putting his hand on your mouth. Unfortunately fro him, you were a quick thinker.

"Ah ! That's disgusting !" he cried out and took his hand away from your mouth at the wet sensation on his palm.

You grinned and laughed out loud, not caring about being soaked anymore. His face was priceless. The kind of 'bitch what the fuck' face. It really was a 'Lo'ak thing' to do. Rolling her eyes at your childish games, Kiri took the matter into her own hands by grabbing her brother tail and pulling on it until he let you go. And all of this under the three Metkayina's eyes. Neteyam was embarrassed. He took his little sister hand and walked away from the scene, acting like he did not know you.

"Fish."

"Yes, it's the local dietary regime." Neytiri said, putting a big plate in the middle of the circle that you all were forming as you were sitting on the ground. "There's not much meat around here, unless you go in the forest behind the village. But apparently, it's dangerous."

"What can be more dangerous than Palulukan ?" Lo'ak scoffed before eating a piece of fish.

"We're trying to fit in, so just eat your fish and stop complaining." Jake said as he too took a piece of fish from the wooden plate. "Don't make this harder than it already is."

"Yes sir."

Silence reigned for most of the meal, everyone lost in their own thoughts, or simply focusing on their meal. When no one was looking at you, you and Lo'ak exchanged glances full of meaning. After years of being around each other, you had managed to create a language of your own, one that even Kiri found difficult to understand at times. Sometimes it only took a glance for you to understand what the other wanted. It was a habit that you had taken to avoid Lo'ak being reprimanded by his father for having breathed a little too loudly.

Sensing the tension in the atmosphere, Jake cleared his throat and moved awkwardly in his seat, speaking up.

"So… What did you guys do this morning ?"

"We practiced breath-hold diving for as long as we could." Neteyam replied with a nonchalant shrug. He knew the subject was going to be brought up and their father wanted to know about their progress.

"So what ? Are you doing okay ?"

"Yes. Me and Kiri lasted the longest." Neteyam replied without missing a beat, proud of his completions. Obviously, his father had to know about it.

"And Lo'ak also did very well for a first time !" you interjected, hoping to get your friend out of a situation that was already starting to look bad. "It's normal to have some difficulties when trying something new-" your voice got smaller and smaller as Jake looked you in the eyes, surely looking for the lie in your voice. But he couldn't find one, because even though Lo'ak's performance was not as good as his siblings', in your eyes he was doing really well. "…right ?" you squealed, looking down.

"Yes. As long as you're trying. But don't stagnate, tomorrow I want to hear that you made great progresses." he said, pointing his finger at his youngest son, who didn't look up once in his direction. Jake turned his attention to you and asked, "What about you ?"

"She did just fine." Lo'ak interrupted, looking into your eyes as yours widened at his lie. Out of the corner of your eyes you saw Tuk holding back the words that wanted to come out of her mouth while Kiri and Neteyam froze. All the Sully children knew that you had not even approached the water. But they all continued with their meal, deciding that it was better for you to avoid Jake's disappointment. Neteyam and Lo'ak were used to it, Kiri had never been reprimanded, nor Tuk. But they knew that if you, of all people, was reprimanded by Jake, it would mean loud cries and heavy heart for the rest of the day. If they all knew something about you, it was that you were… well, fragile.

Lo'ak gave you an 'I-got-you' look and you slightly nodded back, smiling and resuming eating your fish as Kiri engaged a conversation with her mother about her morning.

"Gotta go back swimming." Lo'ak complained when his father disappeared behind a Marui, annoyed at the thought of spending time with those weird blue Na'vis again. He could not stand them, even more after he heard them talk about you this morning. They were disgustingly disrespectful, just because your tail was fluffy and your clothes not like theirs. 

"I did not said that to save your ass, you really did good this morning." you said in a soft voice while playfully pushing him with your shoulder.

He pushed you away from him and muttered "You're embarrassing." Since the light was bright around you, you missed the way his freckles started to glow.

"Stop being babygirl material." the English words left your mouth before you could even think about it and you freckles glowed as you stopped in your tracks.

"What the- What does that even mean ?" he said, genuinely curious at the new expression. He was used to some English words and turn of phrase that you used but this one was a new one. He was pretty good at remembering the insults.

"Hum. It's like- I don't how to explain it." you shrugged, going back to walking, Lo'ak following behind you while rolling his eyes.

"If you don't know what that means don't use it."

"I know what that means !" you said, put out, " I just don't know how to explain it..."

"Then don't use it."

"Oh hush."

Soon enough you all arrived on the same beach as this morning and, to your dismay, you were feeling hotter than before. The ambient temperature was making your skin glistening with your sweat and your shirt was almost sticking to your body. You really hated it, here. You really should have stayed with Norm, in the labs, enjoying his company while experimenting on new things. 

"You're coming ?" Kiri asked, side hugging you.

Well, whatever, you were going to be fine. You just needed to make some efforts to fit in. Your gaze wandered over your surroundings, and you saw Neteyam and Tuk diving into the water, Tsireya floating a bit farther away.

Something felt off but you could not pinpoint what it was.

"Hum. Yeah ? I guess than I can try..."

"I got you." Lo'ak said, his hand hovering over your back in case you needed help. He could tell that you were not feeling comfortable and that for some reasons you did not wanted to go in the water. But it was fine, he was just behind you, it would not let you get hurt on uncomfortable.

"As always." you chuckled nervously, trying to ease the wariness inside of your head that was preventing you from stepping into the water. "Don't let me drown. Hold me tight."

"It will depend on you."

"Ahah you're so funny."

"Come on we don't have all day !" Tuk complained, unhappy that she could not yet have fun in the water because of how slow you were.

Why would you do this to yourself when you could just sit quietly on the beach while watching them swim and have fun ?

"Come on crybaby." Lo'ak rolled his eyes, trying to push you further into the water. But you planted your feet on the sand, resisting and not budging. Frowning at your resistance, he tried another way. Encircling your hips with his arms, he carried you in order to walk further into the water. You squealed and tried to resist, immediately clinging to him once you realized that him letting you go would mean that you would end up in the cold water.

"Don't you dare putting me down or walking further into the water ! My tail is sensitive, more than yours, it's very cold." you said, putting the emphasis on 'very'. And it was true. Despite not knowing were you came from, you still knew quite some things about your body. And one thing that you learn quick enough was that your tail was really sensitive. As if each hair on it was just some kind of ultra sensitive sensor. 

"No my tail is sensitive." You heard someone make fun of you and the minute after your body and your head were immersed into the water, your clothes and your tail soaked. As if that was not enough, since you were holding into Lo'ak's neck, said boy fell on top of you, crushing you under his weight in the short time he had been off balance. Your mouth opened in shock and you swallowed water, coughing up bubbles. Before you could panic unnecessarily since you could still touch the bottom, Lo'ak pulled you to the surface.

You coughed and spat out the water that had entered your lungs, not feeling as hot as you did before. As you caught your breath, slumped against your friend's chest, you heard laughter a few feet away. Now you knew what was off. Tsireya's brother and his friend were not here when you arrived. They were missing. And now you understood why.

"Look at their faces !"

"Whoops, my bad. You do not belong in the water, children of the forest, especially you, human-freak."

You did not look up, your eyes round and your breath short, still shocked by what had just transpired. You felt like you were making a big deal out of nothing, but you could not just ignore what had just happened since your mind and thoughts were too messy. Being pushed into the water had affected you, sure, but what had caused you to be so shaken up was the violence of the actions and words you had just been victims of. Did they hate you that much ?

"I'm going to fucking kill them…" you heard Lo'ak mutter. He tightened his grip on your waist before pulling your body away from his, gently handling you to his sister whose mouth was wide open, shocked by the events. Striding in their direction, he pushed Ao'nung violently once he was within arms reach. "What's your fucking problem ?!"

Before the situation could get any worse, Neteyam, who had been watching from afar what had just happened, swam as quickly as possible to hold back his brother. "Lo'ak ! Stop it !"

"No ! I'm not stopping anything, you saw what he did to us-"

"It's fine !" Neteyam grabbed his brother's shoulder, dragging him away from the boys who were making fun of you just before his eyes. Lo'ak, in disbelief, quickly turned around to look at his brother, ready to protest, but he was interrupted once again.

"Look, nobody's hurt. There's no need to make a big deal out of it. Just...let it slide okay ?"

Now Lo'ak was shocked by his brother's reaction. It's true that he did not return your feelings and had no reason to defend you, but it was more than that. It was a matter of pride. Did he not even consider you a friend ? Or even his siblings' best friend ?

"You're kidding me right ?"

"..."

"Wow, you reached a whole new level of dickhead. And you're supposed to watch over us ? Don't make me laugh."

Lo'ak swam back to you, guiding your shivering form to the shore with Kiri's help. And as if the whole afternoon was not bad enough, Jake and the chief of the village showed up on the beach,  probably to examine the progress you had made. You could not fight here, in front of the chief of the Metkayina's but above all in front of Jake. And Ao'nung definitely knew that because he was laughing out loud at Lo'ak's face, acting like you all were good friends.

"Everything's good here ?" Jake asked, looking between the three of you and the others in the water.

"Yes." Ao'nung answered, smiling big.

"Such a sxkawng..."

"Lo'ak !" Jake yelled, having clearly heard Lo'ak's insult. "Behave and go back to training."

She looked at you, worried, not knowing if she should return to you to help you or give in to her father's wishes.

Lo'ak rolled his eyes and stayed on the beach next to you as Kiri was slowly going back into the water. She looked at you, worried, not knowing if she should return to you to help you or give in to her father's wishes. You nodded in order to reassure her, silently telling her that you were going to be fine. Unfortunately, you knew that you could not just stand on the beach when Jake was standing a few feet away from you. Especially not after lying to him during lunch break.

"Don't do it if you don't want to..." your friend whispered to you, trying to be discreet enough to not be heard by his father.

"I don't have any choice, he's watching us." you whispered back, frowning as you made your way towards the sea, watching fearfully the water submerge your body little by little. You almost lost your balance when your tail, who got heavier due to the water, sank into the wave. It wasn't like the Omatikayan's or Metkayinan's tails. Yours was obviously not fitting into the water. At least the Sully's tail was slender. But yours was heavy. You were not used to feel that amount of heaviness on your back.

"Don't worry, I got you." Fortunately, Lo'ak prevented you from falling - once again, by holding your waist, trying to make you stand up straight. At least in front of his father. He did not wanted you to be reprimanded by him, it would suck. 

"Great. Good work, see you tonight." Jake nodded, satisfied, and left after Tonowari, leaving you all silent into the water. You carefully in Lo'ak's waited until As soon as he was out of sight, you hurried up to the shore, tripping, head low, embarrassed upon hearing the mocking laughter of the two Metkayina's boys.

You really hated this place.

Your tail took hours to dry. You tried to absorb the water with a weird towel that Tsireya, the nice sister, gave you, but it only helped a little. Because when it dried, oh Eywa, you wanted to cry. Your once beautiful shaggy and soft tail that you took care of was full of knots, everywhere. 

And now you were really crying. Neytiri and Kiri was trying to remove the knots with wooden brushes and comb and it hurt. It hurt like hell. While you were just suffering, Lo'ak was kind enough to turn his head away from you when the need to laugh was too strong, but overall he was just looking at you with a blank a face. You knew for a fact that he was thinking about how he could get back to them. A 'Lo'ak thing' to do. Or maybe he was just trying to show some sympathy - which he obviously could not do.

While looking at him, a weird feeling suddenly flooded your body. You felt...hot. Strangely, you had the impression that you could still feel the lingering sensation of his body against yours. His breath on the top of your head and his warm, comforting embrace. When did he become so muscular, so 'adult looking' ? Eywa, he was your friend. You best friend. Just a friend. You shook your head and slapped your cheeks to get your mind out of the gutter. But the Kiri and her mother could tell that something was troubling you sine your tail was wagging between their hands, preventing them from helping you out with it.

As you were still crying your eyes out, overwhelmed, whining whenever Lo'ak was humming 'crybaby', Neteyam walked inside the Marui. He scanned the room with his eyes, his gaze landing on your glowing freckles and glistening face. Smiling, he made his way toward you, but was quickly stopped by a hand on his shoulder, gripping him firmly and preventing him from going further.

"We need to talk." 

You all stopped what you were doing to look at the duo in the middle of the room, sensing the air get tense. The look on Lo'ak's face did not bode well. Or maybe it was just his 'bitch resting face'. In any case, Neteyam seemed just as surprised as you and simply looked at him, silently questioning his intentions. But Lo'ak did not answered nor budge, he only tightened his grip around his brother's shoulder and insisted, narrowing his eyes.

"Right now."

Lo'ak did not wait for his brother's response and dragged him out of the tent by force, leaving you, girls, wondering about what just happened. Neytiri was used to them going away to discuss 'private' things.

"Boys." Kiri huffed, resuming her previous actions by carefully stroking your wiggling tail. You yelped as Neytiri simply shrugged at the boys antics, going back to brushing your tail, trying to untangle a particularly strong knot.

"Stay put."

Oh Eywa, you were going to spend your night here, tortured by their unmerciful hands.

"I think that I already told you to go and talk to her." Lo'ak said to his brother once they were far enough from the Marui, frowning, angry.

"About what ? Are you getting worked up because of what happened this afternoon ?"

"I don't give a fuck about what happened this afternoon. Just wait and see. I'm talking about her feelings for you. You think that just because we moved you can start to talk to her, acting like a charming prince ? Do you have feelings for her ? Do you even consider her like a friend ?"

HIssing, Neteyam shoved his brother's shoulder, pushing him away from him. He did not look happy; his ears were pinned to his head and he was baring his teeth, a low growl emitting from his chest.

"Don't tell me what to do."

"Oh so you're angry at me when I'm speaking the truth but don't react when those sxkawng basically attack us ?"

"I'm trying to protect you ! I'm supposed to watch over you, not her !" Neteyam hissed again, shoving his brother's chest with his finger at every words he said. "You can't go and fight for a girl when we are supposed to fit in and not cause any troubles !"

"A girl ? Huh, a girl." Lo'ak shook his head, obviously disappointed with his brother before nodding, shrugging his shoulders and taking a few steps back, hands in the air, as if giving up. His expression darkened and it was his turn to poke his brothers chest with his finger. "If I see you smile at her, laugh with her, let her think that something's possible between you two, I'm going to punch you in the face. I don't care that you are my brother, or a mighty warrior, I don't care if afterward you beat me to pulp or if mom and dad reprimand me. Stay. Away. From her."

Neteyam ran his hand through his hair and laughed, incredulous and annoyed at his little brother's ridiculous behavior. He could not wrap his head around the idea that his brother was willing to fight with him over some enamored girl who could not see that he was obviously not interested in her. "Just for a girl ?"

"That girl spent more time with me than you did. She protected me physically and verbally more than you did. So yeah, I would do that for a girl."

As Neteyam was, out of pure rage, about to tell Lo'ak what he really thought about you, tell him things which would definitely broke your heart if you heard them and start a fight between him and his brother, a voice interrupted them.

"Boys ? What's going on." 

They kept silent, only looking at each other with their ears still pinned to their heads, their eyes shining with unsaid things. Lo'ak was the first one to step back. "Nothing sir." He respectfully greeted his father and headed back to their Marui.

"Neteyam ?"

"Nothing... How was your day ?" 

The eclipse had darkened the sky for a while now and the whole village was asleep, the light of the torches extinguished by the strong night winds coming right from the ocean. Looking around you and once you were sure that everyone was asleep, you got up and got out of the bed, being careful not to wake Kiri. Tiptoeing out of the Marui, bouncing on the net under your feet and laughing softly, you headed for the beach.

You could not continue to be a burden to the family that had taken you in and brought you with them. Tonight, despite the reassuring words of Kiri and Tuk, you could not even look at Jake in the eyes, let alone in his direction. You were so ashamed that you had to continue lying when you did not even dare to step into the water since your mishap. Not to mention the fact that your crush had seen the whole thing unfold. He had seen you come out of the water soaked to the skin, with your tail between your legs. You must have looked pathetic. But you were determined to change. So you thought that, maybe, you could start by desensitizing your tail to the coldness of the water and try to find your balance, even when it seemed to have doubled in weight.

Once on the beach, you walked with long, determined strides toward the waves that stretched across the sand before stopping at a reasonable distance.

"You can do it."

Taking a deep breath, you slowly approached the water, putting both feet in and trying to dip the tip of your tail. But instead you jumped and took two steps back. The water was freezing. Even more so than during the day.

"It's fine. It's gonna help."

You stepped forward again, ignoring the tremor in your hands and the sweat that was starting to run down your back.

You can't do it. 

"I can do it."

Your thoughts were no longer clear and, even if you tried, you could not ignore that voice in your head. The world seemed to be spinning around you and a vice was compressing your chest, preventing you from breathing properly.

You can't do it.

"I- I can't do it." you stuttered, stumbling back and falling on the cold sand. Clenching your fist around the rough little minerals, you tried to clear your mind and make the void inside your head.

What a sight, you were pitiful. Every time you tried something new you would fail, destroy, deceive. No wonder Neteyam would never like you. You could not even step into the water. Intrusive thoughts were running in your head, making you feel like you were just incompetent. You were failing to see the beauty around you. The glowing fish and shining stars, bioluminescent flowers and corals. You were selfish, pessimist, close-minded, useless, weren't you ?

It was not unusual for you to feel like this. Like you were not in control of your own body, like someone was just talking inside your head and make fun of your failures. It started when you were young. You would hide under the desk in the labs or at the Avatar's sleeping quarters, breathing heavily and crying. But every time, he was there for you. He was holding your hand, hugging your side.

"Breath in, breath out."

The memory of Spider was as clear as the water in front of you. HIs laugh, is smile, his weird habits and clothes. Spider. Spider. Brother.

But no one was here to hold you or tell you sweet words. Not anymore. You were supported by your friends and yet, you still felt like you were alone. Fighting your demons alone, in your head. Just like you were on this beach. Without anyone around you. No sound, no warmth. 

You tried, you really tried. Maybe not hard enough. But you knew that tonight, once again, you would fall asleep with a burning sensation in your eyes and an excruciating headache. You would wake up, the next day, smiley, pretending like nothing ever happened. Like you were not drowning in self-pity every night, getting closer to a bottomless abyss.

"Eywa, please, protect him."

Your Ikran landed just before you, nudging you, gently demanding you to stroke him. You smiled through your tears and hugged him, bathing in his warmth. He, at least, was not going to give up on you. He would stay by your side, forever.

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[midnightmayhem13]

Hey May- Mayhem? Midnight? Do you have a preference? Let me know I wanna respect whichever you go by. 🩵 But either way I’ve been enjoying your headcanons so much!! And if you’re taking prompts, if not you can ignore this, I’d love to read some domestic grocery trips with all of the women or a fic with one you’d like to write. I think Carol and Nebula would be an interesting experience to take them with you lmao honestly all of them would be but something abt them makes me think they’d be all grumpy until they pass, aka stop at, the toys section and grab one

On the counter was a cardboard box

love this❕ and call me whatever one you feel like!! thank youuu

carol danvers

danvers hasn't been to a store in a while, and it definitely changed since the last time she when grocery shopping. why is everything so expensive? but she'd be willing to go but she wouldn't be so excited. she didn't like going in the 60's she probably wouldn't like it now. but if she's with you it's okay. she'll b a whiney baby and just like "babeeee when are we going home?". when you can't reach something she'll reach over you or literally lift you to it. then she'll be like "here you go baby". she'll be riding the cart around too, like a child on the loose. but if you buy her twinkies everything is okay.

sharon carter

sharon would actually be helpful omg. she'd hold you're hand the whole time and even make a list. if you ask for her opinion she'll state why one is better. and if you disagree she'll be like sweet and get that one for you. home girl is eyeing the whiskey the whole time judging the crappy ones they have on display, then giving you a full rundown of why to never get that one. she'd definitely offer to pay for you and you gotta fight her with to just not. it's not that it's not nice to have someone pay for you but you got money.

darcy lewis

dr would be so fun to shop with. she'd jam out to the playlist theyre playing over the speakers. she'd take random pictures of you too. and she deff would jump on your back and make you carry her around the store. you two get into arguments about cereal and shes a firm cheerios hater. she's also an almond milk girlie. and as if it were a ritual you two cheek the sweets section. if she seems smt over priced she'll be like "we can literally make that at home babe". then if you guys go past the tots section you definitely get a kick out of them. you guys spend more time in the toys section then the adult section. she also has a very strong opinion on specific pads. darcy definitely gives you puppy eyes if she sees a fuzzy blanket you two could add to your collection.

nebula

nebs is completely lost😭 she's never been to anything that wasn't some sort of space market. and you have to repeatedly tell her she can't just open a bag of snacks or punch a mannequin because they were "provoking her". she'd also be holding on to you super duper tight. to assert dominance over you of course. and she'll glare daggers if anyone looks at you. and if any workers offer assistance she'll be a little mean. you gotta love your blue meanie tho. when she passes by the toy or baby section. how could a thing be so adorable. she's never say anything tho. and she'll only calm down if you buy her a plushie. she'll even smile if you buy her one. if anyone even looks at her blueness you literally jump them.

maria hill

maria's gotta get shit done. so she doesn't really like spending time doing or looking at useless things. so when you drag her to the store she's not very happy. but you try you're best to cheer her up, her pout is so cute tho. you say it'll be a fun couple bonding experience, so she feels bad acting so annoying. she'd definitely geek out in the pen aisle. but if you're stuck between to cereals shes no help. she just says "i don't know love, you chose" she'll watch you in adoration as you pick out stuff and smile when you see something cute. she'll offer to hold the basket or shopping cart. she also loves dark chocolate and always checks out the stores coffee selection.

kate bishop

katie is like a child in the store. she kinda stays glued to you if they're too many people around but if it's rather empty she'll be touching everything. you two spend a while discussing in the snack lane. she also likes to sit in the shopping cart when you've been theyre "way too long". she'll be trying to convince you to by little things like you wouldn't do anything for her. kate also grabs little toys kids have left around after their mom said no. and if she accidentally pokes a toy and the package breaks she'll make her cute little face nd put it back silently.

a/n sorry if maria's and kate's are a little sloppy, i usually run outta ideas when i get to them but gotta do them justice❕❕

[noemitenshi]

"Send me a ship"

For whatever ship your feeling 💚

There's only one ship my mind's been thinking about these past... several years XD (yes they are monopolizing me): Troy x Lee (Crazy Dog) x Ri

Who was the one to propose: Depends on the universe, personally I love the versions where at least two of them are planning to propose around the same time hihi. That's always cute and fun.

Who stressed more over wedding planning: This also kinda depends (haha that's what I get for having a million different stories for this ship). I feel like it's a toss up between Troy and Ri. Maybe in (post-)apocalypse versions it's more Ri and in AU versions it definitely feels like Troy. Lee is way too laid back to worry too much (he just wants to spend the day celebrating them and it doesn't matter a lot to him if things dont work out like they planned or anything like that. It just matters that they are together. I mean also good food, I feel like he'd want the food to be especially nice hihi - also, he did this once before so he knows things might go wrong and that that's ok too).

Who decorated the house: Mostly Ri, she's the one that has an eye for making things beautiful. Troy is too practical about things haha he'd never stop to consider the prettiness of things, just whether he needs them or no. And even though he may tease Ri over it or like bitch a little haha at getting 'unnecessary' things, in the end he has to admit (only to himself of course XD) that the house *does* look nicer with Ri's additions. Also he likes seeing her presence there like this. Lee, on the other hand, very much appreciates Ri's sense of beauty from the very first moment. He loves all beautiful things after all... and maybe feels like he doesn't have as good of an eye as Ri. But once she starts with decorating, he tries, too. They have fun choosing things together, he likes her telling him her opinion about what he chooses and also telling him whether it'llf it or no.

Who does the cooking: Ri and Troy. Mostly together hihi. Ri is the better cook but it's a close call. Lee absolutely can't cook. I mean he won't die of starvation of course, he knows the basics, but he doesn't know what makes things taste yummy (which is a tragedy since he so loves good food. I think if he'd be on his own for a bit, without the other two, he may grow depressed from how his food is so bland hahahah)

Who is more organized: Troy is, even though Ri is pretty organized, too. Lee absolutely is the least organized (which is difficult for Troy to watch haha, mostly he's annoyed about it but sometimes it also amuses him. Also he likes to tease Lee about it when the mood strikes. Which Lee doesn't mind one bit, he knows his weaknesses after all)

Who initiates bedroom fun: Well I'd say it's pretty evenly split. In the beginning Troy is always a bit more hesitant but honestly never for long. He's greedy like that. For Lee, bedroom fun (haha) is a very important expression of his love, so once he does fall in love he's pretty horny XD And Ri isn't shy either.

Who suggested kids first: So, in most stories, the first one is kinda an accident hahaha. But the second one, Troy suggests almost always first (except in the one version where Ri didn't even really want the first one, there, she is the one who suggests it). Lee does already have a kid, but he doesn't know is he is alive or dead so it's a bit of a touchy subject with him...

Who’s more dominant: Inside the bedroom, Lee, hands down hahaha. Outside, it depends. Everyone has their area of expertise and the others do defer to it (not always of course, there has to be potential for clashes hihi). I feel like though if Lee really wanted to, he is most capable of stopping the other two with a word or phrase, even if they don't feel like stopping. Though mostly he's the mediator (uhm. more or less. because when there's a fight between ri and troy, both go "lee! do something, s/he's being a meanie!"

Who’s the cuddler: Lee, absolutely. Though they are all very physical. Always touching one another (casual or otherwise) and hugging, even when they're not yet romantically involved.

What’s their favorite non-sexual activity: Basically everything they can do together hahah. No honestly, they enjoy spending time with one another and then it doesn't even matter that much what it is. Coooking, working in the garden or at the house, killing zombies (probably troy's favorite haha), cuddling on the couch, reading together, playing board games. All of it

Who comes home drunk at 3am: Ri. That's not even a debate. Troy doesn't drink and for Lee it would take quite a lot for him to stay out so late to get drunk.

Who kills the spiders: Troy or Lee, though mostly Troy is faster

Who falls asleep first: Lee, he just loves being all cuddled up to his lovers and it doesn't take long for him to fall asleep. The other two call him 'old man' (lovingly. most times) for a reason

Their relationship summed up in a gif:

Thank you so so much for sending this in, this was very fun 🧡🧡🧡

Also, credit for the answers goes also to my co-author rebelbravado (with whom I can't stop creating universes for those three) 💖💖💖 especially the 'who is more organized' and 'who kills the spider' one (though honestly, we came up with this ship so in every answer there's bits of both of us 🥰🥰)