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chxrryhansen · 4 months

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Pairing; Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings; smut, dark themes, non con, breeding kink, oral- both receiving, degrading, size difference, unbalanced power dynamic, huge daddy kink, choking- to the point reader can’t breathe, dumbification, dacryphillia, spanking, steve is very dark in this, no aftercare!! i think thats it? Minors please DNI!!!!!

Summary; Steve Rogers, your boyfriend, the man everybody loved, his soul soft, standing against all evils. Until he got a taste of that sweet power. He became hungry. Now, you have no choice but to obey his rules. Can you bring him back to the light? Or is it too late? (it’s definitely too late)

here we have my first ever full fic! firstly i would like to give a huge thankyou to @dbnightingale24 for giving me the confidence and tips to write this! and another big thankyou to @evansbby and @hansensgirl for inspiring me in the first place for begin writing💘it’s around 3k words and i really put my all into this so please don’t forget to comment and reblog, i would love to hear all of your feedback!🫶🏻 much love, cherry.

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Steve Rogers, the man everyone respected, the man everyone believed in, looked up too. The man you used to cherish, his sweet boyish nature drawing you in from the moment you met. His pearly blues that used to soften as they fell on you, his gentle touch as he caressed your hair, the tender, loving kisses he used to leave all over your body.

Until Fury resigned that was.

Steve was officially the new director of shield, to which nobody opposed, i mean, who would right? He was Captain America, the man out of time. He was perfcet for the role. Strong willed, commanding yet understanding, he had respect for those beneath him and most of all he was compassionate, something that was hard to find in a good leader. This didn't last for long, of course.

Steve shortly became power hungry, his morals became more sick and twisted as his methods became more sadistic. He was violent, cruel…volatile. There was no bringing back Steve Rogers. The problem was he dragged everybody else down with him, nobody dared to stand up to Steve, too frightened of the consequences.

Tony couldn't talk Steve down, he tried for a while, attempted to reach out to him, guide him back to the light...but nothing worked. Tony couldn't do it, nor could you, not even his best friend of over a decade could sway his newfound mindset. You all figured it was best to keep your heads down from now on and follow Steves orders, no matter how out of line they seemed.

Not that you had a choice anyway.

Bucky was short to follow in his footsteps as his second in command. Both cruel and unforgiving. Your friendship with Bucky was practically non-exhistant, you no longer had movie nights together, giggling with big buckets of popcorn.

A simple nod of his head as he passed you down the hall was about as much as you would get. Steve wouldn't allow it now anyway.

Steve's display of affection changed alongside him, the love he made was no longer passionate, or gentle. In fact, he didn’t make love at all anymore… what he made was simply rough, hard, fucking.

The marks he left behind were no longer loving hickeys while he whispered in your ear, moaning sweet nothings as he gently thrusted his hips into your own. His eyes, gleaming with nothing but pure devotion.

They were bruises... bruises from how hard his hips slammed into your ass from behind, his grip tight on your hair, pulling and tugging as your skin became flustered at the impact of his thrusts. You missed the man he was. You often thought about that life while his cock was busy destroying your cunt. He didn’t care about your pleasure anymore, you were nothing but a hole for him to fuck.

From a distance you could hear Steves heavy boots storming down the coridoor. The sound was instantly unsettling. Your body recognising the noise as a trigger for an oncoming threat, sending you into alert mode.

You stood from your office chair on shaky legs, your posture rigid as he turned the corner to enter. His 6'4, stoic figure coming into view, casting a shadow that filled the room. His broad shoulders spread wide, his presence making your tummy tighten with unease.

He said nothing as he stared down at you, your fingers tugging at your short pink skirt- which he had chosen out for you this morning, the same way he customised your figure every morning. Claiming your dumb, baby brain was incapable of choosing an outfit that proved elegance and professionalism. In reality it was the complete opposite.

He liked to dress you in short skirts, ones that left little to the imagination, your asscheeks peeking out most days and revealing blouses, your tits practically spilling out of your shirts. You were highly sought after by the males at the compound before he came and scooped you up a few years ago.

They knew you were his, i mean he was your boyfriend for several years, you were what the female agents used to coo at, naming you as "couple goals". Where Steve went, you went, and vice versa. You were always seen smiling and giggling together, tag teaming on missons and holding hands as you explored the compound.

But, as steves power grew so did his insecurity. His possesive nature grew strong, wanting, no, needing to show other men you belonged to him, and only him. And you always would, whether you liked it or not.

"Get on your knees."

"Wh-What?"

"Get on your knees. You know i don't like to repeat myself." he growls while pushing your office door closed with one arm from behind, not daring to take his eyes of you.

You gulped as he stepped forward, caging you inbetween his thick biceps as you lean against your desk. One thing he was always good at was making you feel small. Even before all of this. Of course it wasn't anywhere near as threatening as it was now. He used to joke about how tiny you were compared to him, how he could pick you up with one hand, it was cute how big and protective he was of you.

Now, he used it to his advantage. He knew you feared him. He knew that you knew, you would never be able to run from him. He would overpower you every damn time with his brute strength.

There was no running from Steve Rogers. His thick beard scraped against your sensitive skin sending shivers down your spine as he groaned into your neck, your scent driving him wild.

He whispered darkly in your ear "Final chance. Get on your knees. Now, or you won't like what'll happen if you refuse me again."

You inhaled sharply, goosebumps spreading across your body in pure fear, or ecstacy. It was hard to tell these days. Steve had conditioned you so well to his own liking that even your body reacted to him in ways you would never fully understand. Or so he says.

Slowly you inched down towards the floor with your knees bent. The cold, rough flooring instantly proving to be uncomfortable as you figited. But Steve didn't care about that, why would he? His thick hand gripped your chin, forcing you to look up at him through hooded eyelids.

His thumb swipes across your bottom lip, he then pushes further, massaging your tongue as saliva begins to pool in your mouth. Removing his thumb slowly, he tugged on your bottom lip with pinched fingers. Before you even realised what was happening he shoves two fingers down your throat.

You sputter and gag around his thick digits, drool leaking out of the corners of your mouth, dripping onto the hard floor. Your eyes squeezed shut in pain as tears began rolling down your flustered cheeks.

His other hand is quick to grip your hair, tugging harshly. "You fuckin' look at me while daddy gags you with his fingers. Actin' like you don't get off on this shit. You love it. Say 'thankyou daddy'." he mocks with a high pitched tone.

Desperately trying to get the words out, you mumble around his fingers, seeming incoherent. He laughs darkly at your poor attempt, shoving his fingers deeper down your throat, gagging you one last time before pulling out.

"You gonna' be a good whore n' suck my dick? Huh? You fuckin' slut." His hand reaches down, pulling your shirt to the side, making your tits spill out. You hear him let out a loud groan, his pants tightening at the sight of your bare chest. He pinches your hard nipple roughly, rolling it roughly inbetween his index finger and thumb as you cry out, tears continuing to stream down your cheeks.

He shushes your cries gently as he begins to massage the same spot he previously assaulted making you keen with pleasure.

He had a thing for associating pain with pleasure, confusing your silly little brain into thinking the hurt he put you through was a good thing since pleasure soon followed. That he was rewarding you.

"Unzip me. Cmon' you dumb baby, take daddys fat cock out."

Listening to your own heartbeat in your ears, your head pounding with adrenaline, your fingers itch towards his pants. Which was apparently too slow for his liking as his grip on your hair tightens, making you sqeeze your eyes shut briefly before opening them, not wanting to anger him further.

You hurridly unzip his pants, reaching into his boxers and pulling out his cock. It's angry head pointing towards you as he grips the base with his other hand, slowing pumping his shaft over your face.

He pushes his bulbous tip into your closed lips, smearing his hot precum all over them. When you refuse to open your mouth he growls, pinching your nostrils closed. Feeling the air begin to leave your lungs, you gasp for breath and he's quick to shove his dick down your throat.

Gagging at the intrusion you cry harder, your lips stretching to fit around his thick length. his hips thrusting into your face as he fucks your throat harshly.

"That's it, you whore. Take daddys dick all the way down your throat. You fuckin' remember this the next time you try to refuse me."

His hand which was previously tugging at your hair moves towards your throat, holding you in a tight grip.

"Fuck... i can feel my fuckin' cock in that tiny throat of yours. Love it when you cry f' me, just makes me want to fuck you even harder, sweet girl." he grunts loudly over the sound of your gagging. Steve swiftly pulls his dick out as you keel over, coughing and sputtering, your throat sore from his brutal assault.

Before you even have a chance to gain your breath, his thick hands grip your shoulders, pulling you upright, bending you over your desk. Your legs shaking as he positions you so your ass is sticking out.

Lowering himself to the ground, he grips the flesh of your ass, squeezing roughly as he lifts up your skirt, briskly pulling your panties to the side. He shoves his nose into your pussy, groaning in delight at your sweet scent.

"Fuck i could live inbetween these slutty legs, your cunt's always ready for daddy, huh? Trained you so well." Your sticky juices smeared across your legs, dripping with desire, his facial hair bristling against your thighs making you squirm.

He mercilessly pushes his tongue as deep as it can go into your hole. You whimper as he laps up your wetness, his tongue prodding at your insides. Your arousal soaking his beard while your pussy clenched around his tongue. He pulls away for a moment, “God, how do you taste so fuckin’ good.” he groans.

Reaching back to grip his hair in your small fists, you go to push his face back into your cunt, completely overwhelmed with pleasure. His hand grips your wrist tightly, pining your arm to the desk, a sure reminder of who's in charge, seeming as you had forgotten your place. “Stay fuckin’ still or i’ll stop. Don’t you ever pull that shit again.”

You moan lewdly as he moves to latch onto your clit, sucking and swirling his tongue around your sensitive bundle of nerves. Groaning into your pussy as he fists his cock.

Your eyes begin to roll back as your orgasm itches closer. Steve, realising this, pulls away once again. Your juices stringing from your clit to his lips as you cry out, your orgasm beginning to fade.

"Stop with the fuckin' whining. Daddy's gonna' fuck you now. Tell daddy how much you want his cock...Cmon. No need to act all innocent now." he pressures at your hesitation.

"P-Please daddy wan' you to fuck me."

"You can do better than that." Steve husks, giving your ass a harsh smack from behind, knowing your skin will blister from his force.

Your lips quiver as you cry, "Please! N-Need your cock inside me so badly, wan' you to destroy me for anybody else. Wanna' feel you in my cervix daddy, Jus' wanna make you feel good. Love how full you make me feel. Please...I-I'll die if you don't fuck me. Pretty pretty ple-."

and before you can finish your sentence your cut off by your own scream, his cock dissapearing inbetween your folds as he bottoms out with a singular thrust. Your legs become slack as your body spasms at the intrustion, his hands grip your hips, keeping you in place as you squirm, instinctively trying to escape his hold.

"F-Fuck, Y-Your so big daddy. It hurts so bad, p-pull out!"

"Shut up." he groans as his thick hand covers your mouth from behind. “Gonna fuckin’ dog fuck you til you can’t think of anything but this fat fuckin’ cock you dirty little slut, you hear me?” he practically growls as he begins to fuck you.

The sound of clapping skin begins to fill the room, agents around the compound sure to hear the way his dick bruitalises your cunt.

"Such a filthy girl i have, always so desperate for daddy to fuck you, even when you try and deny it, i know this sweet pussy would never lie to me." He coos in your ear as you sob, your face wet with tears and saliva.

"My messy whore, see what happens when you don't listen to me? You see what a mess you become? Fuck. You look so pretty like this, this is how you should always be, filled to the brim with my fat dick.”

Steve had always loved fucking you braindead, watching as your eyes glaze over and your tongue begins to hang out of your mouth, drooling all over yourself. It made him feel powerful, like you were dependent on him. Which you were in a sense, always so needy and desperate for him to fuck you.

The impact of his animalistic thrusts turn your skin raw as he speeds up. His arm wrapping around your waist, pressing you close to him as he spreads his legs further apart, hitting a new angle inside your pussy. You let out a loud wanton moan as his balls slap against your clit.

“F-Fuck yes! H-Harder daddy.”

“Yeah? You like that? I know you do, it’s okay. Is my little girls brain goin’ fuzzy? Huh? Poor girl.” Steve mocked, amusement clear in his tone. "M' gonna' cum. Daddy please can i cum?" you whine, the knot in your stomach tightening, a warning that your orgasm was near.

"Yeah baby? You gonna' cum for me you dirty whore? Go ahead, cum all over my dick. Can feel you clenching around me, grippin' me like a fuckin' vice."

Your cream coats his length as you let out a muffled cry, biting your lip harshly as you cum.

"T-Thankyou daddy. Feels s-so good..." you babble, your thick cream creating a ring around the base of his cock. Your weight giving out once again as Steve holds you, smirking as he watches you come undone, giving you no escape from his relentless thrusts.

His thick shaft pummeling your insides as you scream with ecstacy, your pussy throbbing as he fucks you through your high.

"F-Fuck look at that... love watching your cream leak around my cock, taking this dick so good for me. Gonna' cum inside you...yeah? You want daddy to fill you up?" he groans as his own orgasm nears, talking himself through it.

"God, this cunt treats me like a fuckin' king. It's coming baby, daddys gonna cum, Oh fuck fuckkk." his hips twitch and his balls throb as his load begins to fill you, shooting out thick ropes of hot cum into your pussy. Moaning at the sensation of his warmth inside you.

“Take my fuckin’ cum. That’s it, good girl. Love watchin’ your pussy swallow my hot fuckin load, bet you love it too, hm? You slut.” he pants, exhausted from the brutal fucking he just gave you.

He snaps out of it almost instantly, pulling out without warning and tucking his softening cock back into his pants.

Giving your ass a harsh smack, he steps back. You turn to look at him, your eyes glazed over. He stares at the ground with no emotion as he combs his locks with his fingers, making himself seem presentable.

Hope fills you, your heart races as you lick your lips in anticipation, wondering if he will stay to comfort you and hold you the way he used to many months ago.

But he doesn't. You get nothing but a short glance as he turns to exit your office, slamming the door shut on his way out. You slump down against the floor, a complete mess.

Your soft cries turn to sobs, breathing rapidly, your hands gripping your hair as you raise your knees to your chest. It was almost as if he had you in a trance when he was burried inside your cunt, as soon as he was done it was like the fog in your brain had cleared.

People told you there was no bringing the old Steve back, that your sweet, caring boyfriend was gone. Replaced by a monster.

You didn't want to believe them... but maybe you should've.

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hitomisuzuya · 15 days

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Aventurine x fem!reader. Smut. Cunnilingus. Slight manipulation. Soft in some spots. Purely self indulgent. Implied size difference (Aventurine is taller)

My hands are shaking while I write this. I'm gonna slink off and hide when I am done 😭 I'm very nervous.

Aventurine had felt a soft tug on his sleeve one night at a roulette table. He kept betting more and more each time he won, and was drawing a crowd around him. He looked over and then down.

"Hold on," You'd said in the shyest voice, finding it hard to look away from his eyes. You'd never seen eyes quite like his. Eyes that could stop your heart in your chest with just one glance, the shock of how beautiful they were restarting it.

You'd been looking for a way, any way to get his attention all night. "Let me kiss your roulette chip," An even shyer blush crept into your cheeks, which he found incredibly endearing. "For good luck," You added, forcing yourself to look away from his eyes to control your pounding heart.

It bewildered him nonetheless that someone was showing him such sweet consideration without him having to ask for it.

Over the next few months, it soon became routine for you brush your lips against whatever gambling tool Aventurine was using that night. All in the name of good luck. Sure, he never lost but you, you were starting to make his winning feel even better.

That led to lingering touches and looks between the two of you. And it wasn't long before he felt the foreign feeling of wanting a level of deeper intimacy with you.

Aventurine knew he could seduce you for little tastes of you at a time, but why do that when he could go all in and win the chance in the fashion he was accustomed to.

He chose to simple game to play with you. Blackjack. First one to bust three times lost. And if he won, he got to eat you out. He couldn't lie to himself and say that he didn't choose this game specifically to get what he wanted.

You'd innocently told him that you weren't very good at math, agreeing to play if he checked your math for you.

His gloved fingers looked so beautiful dealing the card. He could see you considering your decisions to hit or stay very carefully. Did you want to impress him?

Aventurine selfishly fudged the math each time. His smirk on your third "bust" was one for the ages. One that made your heart flutter. Your wager was that if you won, you got play with his cat cakes.

Which he would still let you do. The way you smiled, giggled and cooed at them was just too adorable for him not to let you play with them.

After he devoured you first, of course.

Aventurine took his time slowly licking up and down the stripe of your cunt outside of your panties. The soft, shaky sighs that started to sound from your pretty mouth as his tongue deftly teased at your clit, coaxing it to throb stronger with each languid lick as his saliva soaked onto your panties.

He chuckled softly as you reached down to peel your panties aside. "I'll do you one better, sweetheart. Let me," He slowly pulled your panties down your legs and discarded them on the floor next to his bed.

Aventurine's eyes drank in the sight of your puffy pussy, almost embarrassingly wet from the teasing ministrations of his tongue. He was determined to take care of properly, returning all that consideration you'd showered him with by kissing his gambling chips for good luck.

You clamped a hand over your mouth to muffle your loud moan as his tongue parted your folds. He chuckled, his tongue dancing on your clit. He could tell you were being reserved about your noises.

His fingers brushed on the inside of your thigh, making you shiver as your hips suddenly jerked to grind against his tongue, the taste of you assaulting his senses. "You look cute when you are shy, but let me hear you enjoying yourself," He encouraged with an easy smile.

Aventurine didn't want you to think. The only thing he wanted you to focus on was him, and how good his tongue was making you feel. He groaned happily into your cunt as you grinded against his mouth again.

He was tentative about holding onto your thighs or your hips too tightly at first while he lost himself in your pussy. He didn't want to restrict your movements. Anything to keep you grinding and imprinting your taste on his tongue.

The way your hand shook as the found the back of his head, tugging on his soft, blonde hair as you pressed his mouth down onto your cunt was addicting. His fingers found purchase on your thighs, pressing inevitable marks of possession.

Now that Aventurine had you, he wasn't going to let you go. Especially not when you tasted this fucking good. He was absolutely reeling as he plunged his tongue as far inside of you as it could go.

He swirled his tongue, and it felt like every pleasurable nerve ending in your body was coming to life. The staticy haze of pleasure was overwhelming. It wasn't long before you forgot all about covering your mouth with your hand to hold back your noises.

The feeling to submit to his every intimate whim gripped you like a vice. He wanted you to moan, so moan you did. Your legs shook as his mouth latched out your clit, the wet slurping noises that mingled your moans said how much he was enjoying himself.

The wetter you got, the louder you got, the more your body twitched in response to him made him want more with each lick and suck.

Aventurine didn't even hear himself whimpering at first as he rutted his aching cock into the mattress. He was completely and wholly focused on you. You looked so beautiful with tears of pleasure welling in your eyes, his tongue teasing and swirling between your gummy walls.

His cock throbbed harder each time feeling your walls tighten around his tongue. Tears of pleasure were so interesting to see. He was used to tears of different variety. It was refreshing for him.

He vibrated moan after moan onto your clit as he sucked on it, feeling twice the rush observing you pinching one of your nipples to chase the high he was building up oh so agonizingly slow.

"Aventurine!" Your cry of his name as your orgasm hit you sounded even sweeter than he imagined. His tongue never stopped fucking into you through your orgasm.

"Let's up the ante," He purred, releasing your clit with a wet pop. You looked so defenselessly beautiful all fucked out above him. "How about we bet that I can make you squirt now?"

You pushed his mouth back down onto your pussy in response.

#honkai star rail #hsr aventurine #aventurine #aventurine smut #aventurine x reader #aventurine x y/n #aventurine x you #honkai star rail imagines

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byunpum · 9 months

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Hifwo

Pair: Neteyam x Y/N human reader

Warning: All characters are in their 20s (grow up), flirting, size difference, mmm I think nothing else

Request: (Anon) I was thinking about a neteyam x fem!human!reader. Reader is a short girl, maybe 4'11 (1.48) and Neteyam takes advantage of it and corners her to the wall...

AVATAR MASTERLIST

It was the fourth time Neteyam had checked that you were safe in the place where he had left you. You wanted to go hunting with him. Lo'ak had invited you to go for a walk with him and spider, kiri and tuk but you preferred to be with him. He liked you to stay with him, so you would see and learn how to hunt. But on the other hand, he was a little nervous about you being in a place as dangerous as the jungle of pandora. You were a human, anything was bigger than you, including him. Neteyam comes down from the branch he was on, causing him to make a startling noise as he falls right in front of you. You look up in alarm, and frustrate your brow. "teyam you scare me!!!" you whine a little, but your attention returns to the notebook in your hands. You were drawing some mushrooms that were next to you, they were very brightly colored.

"Sorry babe, but you're distracting me" neteyam says, coming a little closer to sit right in front of you. Touching your naked feet, he liked to play with your little toes. You laugh when you feel his cold hands, touching your feet. "Me? Why? I haven't moved from here" you speak, working on your drawing. "'Babe…" neteyam pauses, lowering his head to your knee, to kiss you on the knee. You look up, laughing at the action. You knew that neteyam's way of showing affection was more physical than yours, at first it made you uncomfortable. But by now you were used to it. This poor man was just asking to be loved and pampered after a busy day of chores that his father usually ordered him to do.

"You are so small, any creature could eat you" says neteyam, now he was sitting down. You laughed at his comment, you knew he was right. But you were not as weak as you looked, you knew you could run away from any creature. "Teyam you offend me, you know? I think I am very good at running away, not fighting…but I can run fast" you speak, with a tone of playfulness. Neteyam just looked at you with adoration, you were so cute. "Mmm I don't think so" says Neteyam. You lift your back a little off the back you were sitting on. Giving a punch to neteyam's chest, neteyam just watches as your punch doesn't have any effect on him. "Ok, I give up… but that doesn't mean I won't do my best to run away" you say.

Neteyam is silent for a moment, he was thinking what he would do in his next move. He chuckles to himself, as he begins to rise to his knees. " You think you can run away, ah?" asks neteyam in a flirty tone. As he lines up and slides over your body. Which in a matter of seconds, was covered by neteyam's. His whole body created a blanket that covered every view you had of you, raising your head to see neteyam's cute face. He had an idiot's grin on his face, analyzing how small you had become underneath him. You try to speak, but the only thing that comes out of your mouth is a 'I-hum-'. You were blushing so hard, damn it he knew the effect it had on you. Netayam bends lower, so that he is now close to your ear.

You could feel his breathing, his hot breath hitting the skin of your neck. "The creatures I speak of are much larger than me… they would have no mercy on you" neteyam places one of his hands, on the side of your thigh. Squeezing the soft skin, moving his palm gently up and down. Your breathing becomes more heaving, it was making you very nervous. "They would devour you in seconds" neteyam now leaves a kiss on your neck. Causing you to giggle from the tickle. "Nete…" you whimper a little. The feeling in your lower belly was building up, but he just replies you with a 'hmmm' as he continues to leave kisses on your shoulders and neck. You were grateful for the outfit kiri had prepared for you, it allowed neteyam to have all the access he wanted to your body.

"would you like to know how long it would take me to devour you?" neteyam pauses from kissing, waiting for an answer from you. You, as best you can, place your hands on the sides of her face. Your hands were so small, you could barely hold part of his jaw. You approach him to give him a soft kiss on the lips, now making eye contact with him (if you want to know more about the type of oxygen mask the reader uses 'read here'). Neteyam gives you a smile, and copies your movements. But now he settles more on the ground, so that he lies more on his stomach. Causing you to spread your legs, allowing him to settle more on top of you. Kissing your neck, moving down your chest to leave some wet kisses. Feeling your hands tangle in his hair, feeling your hands push him further down…right where you were needing him most.

Kissing and giving a few soft bites on your stomach. Enjoying the difference in texture of your skin, so soft and delicate. Dragging his body further back, placing his hands on either side of your hips. You now bring your legs up, watching as one of neteyam's hands moves one of your knees to open the space between your legs.

You two were so intent on your business that you had barely heard the lazy noises that were approaching you. Neteyam in a quick, and almost minimal movement moved up towards your lips giving you a sloppy kiss. "I don't see you running…don't you plan to run away?" he joked, seeing how your cheeks were pink, your mouth half open. And your pupils dilated, waiting for him to do what he wants with you. "So pretty" says neteyam.

"ahhhh my eyes!!!" screams spider. Neteyam and you look in the direction where the scream came from. Noticing lo'ak, kiri and spider. Even tuk…who had her mouth open. Spider runs up to tuk and covers her eyes. You push as hard as you can on neteyam, and he quickly sits up. Trying to adjust some of the clothes he had moved from his previous actions. Neteyam crosses his legs tightly and tries to cover his growing bulge with his hands. "You two can't be doing your stuff over here" kiri speaks, the girl was furious. You shift your gaze, you were embarrassed.

"I don't see you running,eh?" lo'ak tries to imitate neteyam's voice. "You can go…why don't you take tuk to the village" says neteyam, sounding annoyed. His brothers were still bothering him, and you were hiding more on the log.

The group of boys walk away, but if not before they continue to joke about the scene they just saw. Neteyam looks at you, and can see that you are almost completely hidden in a bush that was next to you. And he couldn't contain his laughter. "What are you laughing at?" you are embarrassed, the least you wanted is for your friends to see you in that situation. Neteyam approaches you again, placing his hand on your neck. "I see you can really run away…you're practically hiding in this corner" neteyam bends down to brush his nose against yours. "How about we go somewhere else…yeah?" says neteyam. You stare at him for a couple of seconds, quickly picking yourself up off the ground starting to run as fast as you can. Listening as neteyam laughs, and starts to get up from the ground. Letting you run for a while, after all it was only fair that he gave you a head start.

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annymation · 5 months

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The Kingdom of Wishes- A “Wish” Rewrite

Chapter 2- Asha's Big Day

Please read Chapter 1 before this one.

Asha wakes up with the first rays of sunshine coming out of the window hitting her eyes, she blinks a few times as things start coming into focus.

The room she’s in is not the same we saw her in the opening with Sabino, it’s a rustic bedroom with a more detailed built to it, with wood carvings that resemble animals on the walls and furniture, including on a bed next to Asha’s with the name “Dahlia” carved on it.

Also there’s way less of Asha’s drawing hanging on the walls, just a few of her favorite ones. One in particular it’s a drawing of her and Dahlia together, although, Asha’s face doesn’t look exactly how she really is in real life, she still needs more practice with self portraits.

Asha stretches her arms and yawns, waking up a little someone on a little bed next to hers.

And from the tiny bedsheets comes out a baby goat that quickly jumps to her lap excitedly bleating and licking her cheeks.

“Heheheh good morning to you too, Valentino” she says as she hugs him.

"Did you sleep well?" she asks as if the goat could answer, and sure enough, he does

"Maaaa! Maaa!" the baby goat bleats shaking his head positively

"That's good, I slept well too... Although, I had the weirdest dream"

"Maa?" not to brag but I'm writing peak dialogue here the goat raises one eyebrow

"I can't remember much but... I think I saw a boy made of light, and he was trying to tell me something, I couldn't understand what it was… but I feel like he was asking me to not give away something, something important… Weird huh?" She asks her baby goat, who's too busy munching her blanket to pay attention, since ya know, baby's short attention span.

"Yeah, I guess it's just as weird as the fact I ask for advice from a goat hihih" She giggles to herself as she takes the blanket off his mouth, Valentino hops out of the bed jumping around and falling over like:

(Baby goats are so cute, like, how did Disney manage to make a baby goat NOT cute?)

Asha looks at her pet fondly and chuckles a little with his little jumps. But then her smile lessens a bit and she looks out her window, from there she can see the castle, imposing and radiant in the distance.

"Today really is the day, huh?..." She says softly, with a hint of both anxiousness but also hopefulness in her voice

Asha hears something approaching her door, the distinct sound of footsteps, as in, MANY footsteps, and a few whispers like "shhh she might still be sleeping" "be careful with that cake, will ya? It took me all night " "ouch! Simon, that's my foot!" "SHHHH"

Asha smiles, knowing full well who's coming, she waits eagerly for the door to open.

The door opens revealing her friends, all together trying to fit through the door, with Dahlia on the front, and she says:

"Is she awa- OH SHE IS! SHES AWAKE OKAY LETS GO- Happy birthday to-"

They all sing happy birthday as they get in, some more gracefully than others since Gabo just tripped over Valentino and fell on the floor, he's clearly very angry about that.

Hal rushes over to Asha holding a purple birthday cake with one candle, she's smiling widely and singing louder and more beautifully than everyone else. (She did have the best singing voice of the 7, in my opinion)

Meanwhile Dario is struggling to balance a tower of 7 presents, all of different colors and sizes, he manages to catch some with his feet before they fell on the floor, he’s pretty much performing a balancing act.

Simon stops in the middle of the song to give a big yawn.

Safi sneezes because of the smoke from the candle.

Bazeema is singing veeeeery quietly and clapping her hands softly.

Asha is overjoyed by the surprise "Awww guys! Thank you so much! Dahlia, this cake looks amazing!" She says looking at a beautifully decorated cake

If you wanna picture it lets say it’s just like the unbirthday cake from Alice in Wonderland, but purple.

"You're welcome!" Dahlia replied, very proud of herself "I guess when your little sis is an assistant at the royal kitchen you get some perks, am I right? hihi" Obviously they're not actually sisters but since Asha has been living with Dahlia and her parents they treat each other as if they were.

"We are soooo happy for you Asha!" Hal exclaims "You'll finally get a wish! this is so exciting!" She starts jumping up and down with the cake, Gabo quickly takes it off of her hands, annoyed by her recklessness.

Bazeema shyly and quietly remarks "yes, you deserve it more than anyone Asha, after all the kindness you spread to others" she has a big smile on her lips.

Asha puts her hand behind her neck smiling awkwardly "I mean, it's not really that big a deal, I think I'll just wish for something small"

Gabo, who is placing the cake on the table next to Asha's bed, turns his head abruptly after hearing that "Uuuh haha, excuse me? After 18 years of waiting you just gonna ask for something small? Are you crazy? A wish can change your life for the better, ya know? I ,for example, am gonna wish for a bunch of diamonds and gold" he claims smugly

Simon doesn't seem like he's fully paying attention, but even then he realizes Gabo had an oversight "… Wait, but now that you told us, it won't come true, remember? that's one of the king's rule-"

"THANK YOU FOR REMINDING ME SIMON! THAT TOOOTALY DIDN'T JUST RUIN MY DAY" Gabo screams, frustrated by his slip up, because yeah, you CAN'T wish for something that other people know you want, it has to be a secret.

Safi is itching his nose as he claims "I think we all know what Asha is gonna wish for tho"

he glances at Asha's sketchbook that is laying next to her bed

Asha gives him a smug smile "Ooh-ho you think I'll wish to become a better artist? Hehehe nope!"

Dahlia of all people looks the most shocked "What?! Really? Aww that was my bet too, all I see you doing is drawing on that sketchbook everyday"

"And you often complain that you don't feel like they're good enough" Simon adds

"Heheh well yeah, I just don't feel they're quite the same level as my mom's drawings, that's all"

Hal raises her eyebrow as she smiles "Now that's just silly, I've seen you draw Asha, your drawings are AMAAAAZING! Just look!"

Hal grabs Asha's sketch book and starts showing to the others

"H-heey wait! those aren't finished!" Asha stutters, concerned they might see some of her rough and less than perfect drawings

(side note, never look at an artists sketchbook without permission, that's like reading someone's diary)

Asha grabs the notebook back, but sees all her friends staring at her expectedly (except Gabo cause he's still frustrated he'll have to think about a whole new wish) , so she breathes in and shows them.

She goes through the pages showing animals, landscapes, rooms, people, and if this was in the movie maybe some pages could have concept arts, both from wish and from previous Disney movies, as a subtle homage to the artists.

All of them sit next to Asha on the bed as she turns the pages, they're amazed.

"Wooow you've improved so much, Asha" Bazeema says, while giving some excited little claps

"You call that unfinished? then they'll look even better when you're done" Safi commented.

"They look really pretty" Dario communicates using sign language.

"See? I told ya'll" Hal says victorious.

Gabo and Simon look slightly unimpressed. Dahlia has already seen most of those so she has no comments, Asha knows how much she loves her drawings, she even glued some of them on their room.

"Thank you, that means a lot actually... " Asha says while staring at one particular drawing of her grandfather and her on a tree branch, looking up at the stars.

"… Most people say I'm just wasting my time but I really feel like I'm getting better everyday… Although." she flips the pages to show a drawing she made of herself, but the face doesn't fully resembles Asha's (could be a concept art) "I still can't figure out how to draw myself properly."

Gabo seems to try holding his tongue but he let's out anyway "I mean… to be frank, it kinda is waste of time when you think about it"

"Gabo!" Dahlia scolded him

"Hey I'm just saying, why take so much time practicing to be as great of an artist as your mom when you can just wish TODAY to be the best artist ever?" Gabo says frankly.

Asha doesn't really mind Gabo's previous comment, she's used to it, so she just shrugs and explains "Well for one, like Simon said, a wish that other people know about cannot be granted"

"Ugh don't remind me" Gabo facepalms, still angry by his own mistake.

"And second" Asha continues "I just feel more satisfied like this, working hard to improve everyday, even if I don't think my art is perfect just yet, I feel proud of myself every time I improve, and that drives me to keep trying to get better and better."

Simon chuckles at that "Hehe you're an amazing person Asha, but that's one thing I'll never understand, all of that sounds so hard, sometimes it's easier, and smarter, to just...*yaaaawn* take the easy route, ya know?..." As he rambles, Simon starts laying down on Asha's bed without noticing and almost immediately falls asleep.

That doesn't phase the group at all, they're used to it.

Asha closes her sketchbook and starts getting ready for the day "Well not for me, and another thing, if I wished to become a better artist I would forget that wish and my passion about drawing for a little while, and I REALLY don't want that, no, I'm gonna wish for something else." She says while taking off her braids scarf (Like this one, she wears it to sleep)

Hal claps her hands, smiling ear to ear "You go Asha! make a wish that counts! Now... BOYS! OUT! Shoo shoo! Get out of here, this is a girls only zone" She says pushing Dario, Gabo and Safi out the door

(Yes Hal, please get them OUT, I can't keep writing dialogue for 8 different people!)

"You too sleepy head, wait with the others downstairs" Dahlia shakes Simon a couple of times to wake him up.

"Uh what- why?" Simon wakes up confused

"Cause' we gotta get the birthday princess ready for her big day" Hal says, while sitting Asha in front of a mirror.

"Princess? Haha what?" Asha asks, holding her laughter

"Why, yes. You're a princess for today! Whatever you say goes, now, let's get your birthday hair done!" Hal says excited, while Asha grabs from a drawer some silver beads to decorate her braids.

"I can help you pick up a dress" Bazeema says quietly

"Heheh you all are too much" Asha says with a smile

(I just realized while writing this that Valentino kinda just vanished, didn't he?... Okay let's say he went downstairs after Gabo tripped on him, there, crisis averted)

Dahlia walks holding something behind her back and coughs a little as if to clear her throat, but really it's just to get their attention "If you think this is too much, wait till you see EVERYTHING else we've planned for today"

Asha gives Dahlia a knowing look with a smile "You made a list, didn't you?"

"You bet!" Dahlia reveals a long list that hits the floor with a step by step plan of all the activities they'll do the whole day.

"First! We gonna eat my cake for breakfast, yay! Then! We'll visit the royal garden, Bazeema has spent months preparing a small garden of Purple Hyacinths just for you"

Asha gasps "Those are my favorite flowers!"

"hihihi I know" Bazeema says giggling bashfully

Dahlia continues "Of course, Safi won't go with us to that because of-"

"AAA AAAAACHOOOOO!"

They hear from downstairs.

"... That, so to make it up to him, the next event is at his house where we gonna play our instruments the whooole morning"

"But I don't play any instruments" Asha says, her hair fully ready while she takes a dress Bazeema picked up for her.

"No problem, you can just dance and sing." Dahlia says "And then after that we have lunch and finally when it's sunset we go to the wish ceremony! So, what do you think?"

"That all sound's amazing" Asha says coming from behind a room divider (ya know those wood curtain like things that people use to dress up behind them?) now dressed in a purple dress, with a few star details embroidered on the base.

"Great!" Dahlia says "Because that's just the first part of the list, we got a filled day ahead-"

"You do indeed" Dahlia is interrupted by a new voice coming from behind the door "Good morning girls, may I come in?"

"Oh! Sure thing mom" Dahlia says opening the door

We see a woman that looks a lot like Dahlia but, of course, older, and wearing a dress that is composed only of muted shades of blue from top to bottom.

"Morning ms. Hayashi" Asha waves to her cheerfully.

"Good morning Asha, happy birthday" the woman says with a smile then redirects her attention to her daughter "Dahlia, I need your help, the King and Queen's wedding anniversary is in 2 days and the queen didn't like the cake recipe I came up with, I need to test a new recipe as soon as possible, so go to the market and buy me these ingredients." she hands Dahlia a grocery list.

"Wh- but mom I told you I'd be dizzy- I-I mean busy today” Dahlia replaces words when she’s nervous the same way Doc did constantly in Snow White “it's Asha's birthday, and this list is huge, it'll take me too long and mess up our whole schedule"

"I can help you" Asha chimed in

"whAT- OH NO YOU WON'T YOUNG LADY!" Dahlia exclaims pointing a finger at her

Hal and Bazeema are just in the background watching now

"Young lady? I'm officially older than you, remember? hehehe" Asha jokes

"Don't get funny with me you little ray of sunshine! You're turning 18 today, I won't have you spend your birthday in a carpet- I MEAN market!"

"Umm we can help too" Bazeema says meekly.

"Yeah, and the boys too, so we can get it done faster" Hal adds

"Huh? but-but our plan though" Dahlia points to the list

"Anywhere I spend with you guys it's special, then, after we're done buying what your mom needs, we can go to the royal garden, and then to Safi's house" Asha reassures her friend

".... *sigh* fiiiiiine, we'll help you, mom" Dahlia bemoaned, very frustrated with the change in plans.

"Thank you girls, please be back before sunset" She starts walking down the hallway

Then, Dahlia remembers something

"oh OH WAIT- Bazeema, grab a book that is under my bed please!" she asks her friend, since it's more difficult for her to bend down with her crutch and overall her mobility disabilities.

"Um alright" Bazeema grabs an old book that is almost falling apart, it has "family recipes" on the cover "This one?"

"That's the one. mom! mom!!" Dahlia walks up to her mom and shows her the book "Look what I found under the food cabinet last week~"

Her mom looks surprised "Huh... I haven't seen this in years"

"You said you wanted to test a new recipe, weeeell this book has a lot of cool recipes I've never heard about before! And I'm sure King Magnifico and Queen Amable would think so too!" She opens the book, it has hand written recipes in both English, Spanish and Japanese "By the way, how come you never told me about this?"

Asha and the other two look at them talking and Asha notices how Dahlia's mom looks... Indifferent to this book that is apparently a family relic, with recipes from her native culture, surely she'd at least feel nostalgic by it, would't she?

"That's nice sweetie, but that's not the type of food your majesties would like, I only make meals for them, remember?" she says in a very detached way, almost robotic.

Dahlia looks disappointed "Oh... Okay... Then maybe you can teach me later?" Dahlia asks, hopeful.

"... I don't think I'll have the time dear, I have way too much work already at the castle, besides, there's nothing interesting in that book anyway" she explains, clearly not caring at all.

Her mother leaves, Dahlia hugs the book tightly.

... Well that was weird wasn't it? I'm sure it's not foreshadowing anything...

Anywaaaay that's enough of a scene on Asha's bedroom, let's move this along.

We cut to the gang splitting up at the plaza, each one going to a different sales stall.

It's our first look in the actual kingdom, and it is... Exactly like it was in the actual Wish movie, only notable difference is that the sculptures and paintings on the walls and floors are no longer only of king Magnifico, there are images of the king AND queen all over the place.

And most people are dressed head to toe with muted shades of blue, white and yellow. Younger people like kids, teenagers and Asha and her friends stand out because they dress up with more varied and bright colors... Except for Simon, whose clothes are more of a muted bluish green and white... I'm sure that doesn't mean anything tho.

Asha and Dahlia are picking some fruits together, and Asha notices how Dahlia looks upset and deep in her thoughts.

"I'm sorry your mom is too busy, if you want we can try making those recipes together later" Asha says trying to comfort her best friend

"Huh what?" She snaps out of her train of thoughts "Oh that? pffft That was fine, I'm used to it, she and my dad... Always prioritize working for the king" she looks clearly frustrated.

Asha places a hand on her shoulder, concerned.

Dahlia glances at her friend and takes some deep breaths

"But yeah... I'd like to try making them with you, that'd be nice" She smiles at her friend and holds her hand "But hey enough about me, this is YOUR day! So, excited to have your wish granted? humm? hmm?" Dahlia is back to her bubbly self, trying to lighten the mood

"Honestly? I'm excited because after today I won't have the expectation of MAKING a wish at all" Asha says sounding almost relieved just thinking about it.

Dahlia looks confused "Huh? What's that supposed to mean?"

"Don't you feel it? Like everyone expects you to have this--like-- GREAT goal you want to reach more than anything, that something you can't wait to wish for King Magnifico, and if you don't have it everyone thinks you have no ambition? Well, I don't have that something, I just want a simple life." Asha explains like this is something she has been holding inside for a while.

"... Sis, you lost me" Dahlia chuckles a little "You can wish for anything, doesn't have to be grand at all, and that won't CHANGE your life, if anything it'll just make it better." she says trying to reassure her friend even though she doesn't understand her struggle

Asha is smiling but there's a hint of sadness in her eyes, knowing her best friend doesn't understand how she feels, so she tries changing the subject "Yeah... It sure didn't make Simon happy, did it?"

"What do you mean?" Dahlia asks while buying some apples

"The droopy eyes, the constant yawning, the fact we gotta cary a pillow for him everywhere we go because he might literally collapse from exhaustion out of nowhere" Asha lists it like it's obvious (because it kinda is)

"Ah he explained that to us before, remember? Since the day he turned 18 his dad has been more strict with their training, so he can be the next captain of the royal guard. Sometimes Simon just doesn't get enough sleep"

"I know… I guess that makes sense, kinda" Asha looks down, thinking about how Simon reminds her a lot of her grandfather... But Simon is literally 21, he should NOT be acting and feeling like a man that died when he was 100, that's not right, regardless of how terrible his dad is.

"Okay I gotta ask" Dahlia interrupts her thoughts "Do you even know what you'll be wishing for, because I somehow got a feeling you don't know yet" her best friend looks at her suspiciously.

"Oh ya know, just something simple. Something that won't change my life at all-"

That comment caught the attention of a nearby juggling performer who was entertaining some children near the market, he stops what he's doing and rushes over towards the two girls while doing some cartwheels.

"After all the only one who can change my life is m-"

"MAGNIFICO GRANTS NO "SIMPLE WISH", CHILD" the jester exclaims interrupting Asha as he points his finger to her face.

"Oh- Hello there" Asha looks surprised but she can kinda already tell where this is going

Because now, it's song time!

This is a concept lyric still, with no specific instrumentals nor established rhythm yet, just inspired by "Keep your friends close" From Epic: The Musical. But in the future the song may have it's own instrumentals, with the help of @annamations03

But for now, just read these lyrics like a poem and try to imagine the vibes.

I Made A Wish

Lyrics in bold white are sang by background characters

(Jester) Child, are you not in the know? How can one not dream to have anything they wish for? Why, you’d end up hopeless and alone! But! if you’re in need of assistance Perhaps a jester with no persistence Can show just how wondrous is this kingdom we call home!

Ha ha ha I made a wish! Yes, I was as young as you! Then your majesty made me into something new Back then I was shy— You? I know, right? But now I bring joy to all of those around! See, it’s that simple, no need to think so much! Just look within and a wish can be found And our dear king will bring in his magic touch! Yes yes, I know how this works I’ve been living here since birth But the thing is that I don’t see any perks… Sounds like you lack self-worth What? Ha ha ha I made a wish! And my light shone brighter! Whatever you want is what you’ll get! Show some gratitude, kid, don’t you wanna be wiser? Just forget with no regret! Ummm 'Cause why would ya take the hardest route? When dreams coming true here is more than allowed So make a wish too, for your life to turn around! Whatever you want is what you’ll get! (Whatever you want is what you’ll get) (Asha Talking) Thank you for the advice, but… I still think I can make my dreams come true on my own, I'll just give him a simple wish because it's tradition. (Jester, still singing) *sigh* Alrighty then, but don't forget That's something you might regret. (Dahlia Talking) Okaaaay now that THATS over, let's go meet up with the others … Hey, this is the day for you to make YOUR wish. Doesn't matter what anyone else says that wish should be like, okay? … *Breathes in* *breathes out* Okay! Let's go!

(Asha and her friends are on their way to Safi's house to play instruments together, Asha looks around listening to background characters singing as they walk)

(Random Citizens) I made a wish, and the king made it all better! Whatever you want is what you'll get (Whatever you want is what you'll get) Here in Rosas we got no worries, no pressure Just forget with no regret (Just forget with no regret) 'Cause in a world so cruel and unjust We can trust our dreams won't get crushed, so I made a wish, and I don't regret it! Just forget with no regret (Just forget with no regret)

(They get to Safi's house and start playing instruments together, Asha dances but internally she's very conflicted, and we get a glimpse of what's going on inside her head as she sings to herself while still listening to her friend's voices faintly. She recollects about her grandfather, and how he never remembered what his wish was.)

(Asha) It's my day, so they say Make a wish that you won't regret Well, I know it may not go this way Cause' when you made a wish, all you got was to forget (7 teens) Today 's your day! Will the same happen to me once I wish away? To celebrate you! And what even is this wish I wanna pursue? Now it's your time Time step up those stairs and do what's expected Now it's your time You all are the only ones who I truly feel connected Now it's your time Can't I just stay here Please, let me stay here Now it's your time (????) Now it's your time

(Asha looks confused, a voice she doesn't recognize echoed in her head. But she has no time to question it, because Gabo just realized... The sun is setting.)

(Gabo) It's time… GUYS! It's time! It's wish ceremony time! (Everyone) LET' S GO! (7 Teens): We gotta go, we gotta go, we gotta go (Asha): I know, I know, I know, I know

(Citizens sing the main chorus as they run to the castle, we cut to the wish ceremony, and we see Asha and her friends getting there, just in time for the king's entrance, with a huge puff of green smoke covering the stage, and lighting effects to dazzle the public, we hear the voice of the king of Rosas echo like a thunder, as he jumps out of the smoke.)

HELLOOOOOO ROSAS!

HA HA HA Come on! Come all! It's that time again! Don't be shy now! All you'll do is gain! Just fall in line now! Here's where dreams start! Cause' if I'm your ring master then you are all my stars!

(The king dances around the stage, full of energy as he hypes up the already excited crowd. Meanwhile, queen Amable walks in gracefully and begins to sing melodically as if she's singing a lullaby. Asha is already in the line to give her wish, she's the last in line.)

Ooooh This, my flowers, is our reason for living To see all your wanting be turned into wishing So just come now ,my darlings, and welcome to Rosas Where your yearning comes true, no what-ifs and no wonders

NOW'S TIME FOR THE MAIN EVENT!

(People in line) We forget with no regret All he got was to forget What we want is what you'll get I'll finally get my wish I'll make a simple wish With just a magic swish

Oh I can't wait for it! Oh I can't wait to end this! Oh I can't wait to grant it!- ...

This last part is like the end of "We Don't Talk About Bruno" where characters sing all at the same time, and we see Asha slowly approaching the king and queen more and more as the line keeps getting smaller and smaller the more people give away their wishes, Asha's turn is approaching, and then...

She's right in front of Magnifico, he stands his hand to get her wish, she takes a deep breath and... she thinks on her wish.

...

Nothing happens.

...

The song ends abruptly.

...

Asha opens her eyes expecting to see a wish bubble.

...

All she sees is Magnifico's hand.

...

The whole crowd goes quiet. Magnifico and Amable exchange a quick confused glance to one another.

"... Is anything wrong, little one?" The king asks, staring at her expectingly but still with a very calm smile.

Asha get's nervous, she can feel everyone's eyes on her.

"I- I'm sorry your highness, I might not be focusing on it hard enough... Is it supposed to be hard?" She looks up to them both looking for some guidance.

The queen notices the girl's anxiety and gives her a soothing caress on her shoulder "Do not fret my flower, it's different for everyone, you can take aaall the time you need" She says in a motherly tone.

That does help Asha calm down a little bit, but she still can't manifest her wish no matter how hard she tries.

"Hmmm" Magnifico ponders for a moment "Say, how about you just whisper what you wish for to me?"

"... But isn't that against the rules?" Asha asks

The king can't help but chuckle at that "Well, I'll know what your wish is either way so of course the "Keep your wish a secret" rule doesn't apply to me. Come now, I promise I won't judge." He speaks in a soothing tone and a welcoming smile.

Asha hesitates for a moment, but she steps closer to the king, who's now leaning down to be on the same level as her so she can whisper in his ear.

She whispers something and...

Magnifico's face contorts from a gentle smile to a dumbfounded frown with his eyebrows raised all the way up.

The queen is staring at them puzzled, what could she wish for that threw him out of the loop so quickly?

As they slowwwwly distance themselves, the king and Asha are now staring at each other, the king still leaning down to her eye level... He whispers to her:

"... Why on earth would you wish for high grass to grow on your backyard?" the king questions like she's insane.

Asha whispers back

"... Because my pet goat likes to eat high grass... A lot... Your majesty" she adds that last part like she almost forgot to address him formally.

The king stares at her for a few seconds, that to Asha felt like it were minutes.

His smile returns to his face though, so that's good right?

But the smile turns into quiet snickering, as if the king is trying really hard to hold in a huge uncontrollable laughter, but he has to hold it in, can't lose his composure like that in front of his subjects.

Asha did have a wish in that moment, she wished the floor would eat her up so she could escape this embarassment.

Everyone in the crowd, and the queen as well, looks shocked at the king's reaction.

Magnifico takes some deep breaths and calms down.

"Oh my... hahah that's a good one, thank you, I needed a laugh today... oof okay okay I'm good, *cough* now come on, what's your actual wish?" He asks her again cheerfully

"... It wasn't a joke my king, I just have a simple wish, really." she explains with her voice sounding meek

The king realizes his mistake...

"Wait... Has no one ever told you?" The king asks her, raising one eyebrow.

"Told me what?"

"Well eh- now how can I put this... I believe you might misunderstand what I actually DO, my dear" The king starts explaining

"... Misunderstood what?" Asha is very concerned with what the answer may be

The king starts walking around Asha, circling her while he explains, similar to a teacher lecturing a child "You see... People who come here don't wish for simple mundane things, although yes, I have gotten a few who, like you, thought they could just wish to "Dance on beat" or "Have hair that touch down on their feet"... Which was very odd may I add- But the point is that my magic is not made to grant those wishes."

Asha can already feel her heart sink, she's starting to understand where the king is going with this, but she holds some hope it's not what she think's it is

"So umm..." Asha shyly asks "What kind of wishes DO you grant?"

The king looks at her with a big radiant smile as he answers her qauestion

"The ones that matter, of course! The wish that comes from deeeep inside that big heart of yours, your main goal in life! To put it simply, my child, what you must give me is the wish that makes you... well... YOU!" The king claims passionately, his demeanor full of enthusiasm like he's describing the most beautiful thing in the world.

That's it... That's exactly what Asha was afraid he'd say.

She CAN'T give him this wish because she doesn't know WHAT THAT WISH IS!

And even if she did know for sure... She doesn't want to hand it to him... That wish... whatever it is, it's HERS.

Her father used to write about how important it is to chase after what you wish for, how is she gonna chase after something Magnifico is just gonna hand to her, where's the fun in that?

Also, is this common knowledge?? How come no one ever told her she had to give to the king the most essential part of herself???People are just okay with that???? Do all those 18 year olds that came before her already have that figured out?????

(Technically the Jester did tell her, but she didn't think he was for real, the lesson is, take clowns seriously)

"Hey! Are you listening? Helloooo?" Asha is snapped out of her own thoughts by the king literally snapping his fingers in front of her face.

"I- I'm sorry I dozed off for a second... What were you saying, your majesty?"

"We were saying that a wish is what makes you who YOU are." The queen says patiently "Which begs the question, my dear...

Who are you?"

Chapter 3

Final Thoughts

"Asha's Big Day" indeed, this took me the whole day to write lmao

Okay so let me just say, the reason I focused a on Dahlia's mom for bit was because I wanted to introduce how Magnifico's magic is affecting the people of Rosas, besides just Simon who is affected because his wish hasn't been granted yet, unlike him Dahlia's mom DID get her wish granted...

You might know where I'm going with this if you read my blog explaining how I'd rewrite the villains, but if you're new, hi, welcome to the madness, you don't have to read how'd rewrite them if you'd rather be surprised by the twist.

Oh, and you surely don't have to worry about what's the symbolism behind a purple hyacinths, Asha's favorite flower, there sure is no meaning to that.

hehe

Also I legit laughed to myself for several minutes thinking about how I builded up Asha's wish the whoooooole chapter

AND IT TURNS OUT ALL SHE WANTED TO WISH FOR WAS GRASS

FREAKIN

GRASS

She must be protected at all cost.

Alrighty, hope you’ve enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it, see you guys on the next chapter!

Thank you for reading!

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quillthrillswriting · 1 month

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sooo.... anyone else ever wondered how different ATLA would have been if aang had been frozen at age 16 instead of age 12?

yeah... me too 😌 my new fanfic "the teenager in the iceberg" follows the events of the show, but with only aang aged up, while everyone else remains their canon age.

also...cmon....how funny is it to switch zuko and aang's iconic dialogue to "you're just a teenager!" "...so are you?"

this idea was originally inspired by the talented @allgremlinart's aged up aang drawings, so please go show them some love!!:)<3

enjoy the excerpts from chapters one and two!

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Aang chuckled, pushing himself up with his hands on his knees. He was… taller than Katara had realised, taller than Sokka. He rubbed a hand on the back of his neck, turning to look over his shoulder at the remains of the boulder-sized chunk of ice he had just been blasted out of. “Aang. My name’s Aang.” He hesitated, momentarily seeming to puzzle something over. “And honestly? No clue. Don’t remember how me and…Appa!” He yelped, suddenly scrambling back over the hill of ice and snow. Katara followed him without thinking, and Sokka, grumbling under his breath, followed moments later.

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“So, you’ve brought a monster to invade the village, then? You’re some incognito Fire Nation soldier sent in as an undercover scout? Well, I’ll have you know that I’m the village’s strongest warrior, a-”

“The only warrior,” Katara chimed in, lightly elbowing Sokka’s side, earning herself a responding glare.

“The strongest warrior.” Sokka reiterated. “And I don’t much like firebenders.” He added the words pointedly.

“Ah.” Aang titled his head. “That’s a shame. Some of my closest friends are Fire Nation.”

“Of course they are,” Sokka glared, hunching over into a defensive position and adjusting his fishing spear until it pointed directly at Aang.

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Katara still wasn’t quite sure what to make of Aang. The Water Tribe boys had always been all flashy muscles, seal-jerky breath, and overconfidence, so Katara had never seen someone move, carry themself, the way Aang did.

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Katara had admittedly forgotten how much fun penguin sledding was. “Spirits, I haven’t done this since I was a kid!” she called to Aang as he raced past her, surprisingly skilled considering that he’d never even seen a penguin until half an hour before.

“You still are a kid!” He called back over his shoulder. “A kid who’s losing this race, badly !”

Katara’s competitive streak reared its head, her eyes narrowing as Aang stuck out his tongue. She sat up slightly, no longer gripping the penguin’s fur as tightly. “You wish!” She shouted back the words as she raised her hands, breathing deeply. Her hands moved through the positions she had practised from the few bending scrolls the tribe still held on to, and before Aang knew it, the snow in front of Katara turned to ice, and she shot past him as his own ice trail suddenly became dry snow with too much friction to slide on.

She made it to the bottom of the hill, beaming, breathing heavily. The wind had whipped her hair out of her bun, and she knew without checking that her hair must have looked like a lion-turtle’s mane. She watched as Aang made a show of drying himself off with a gust of wind that he then redirected at her, messing up her curls even more.

“You’re a cheater !” Aang gasped, mockingly clutching imaginary pearls at his throat. “I demand a rematch.”

Katara strode past him, only turning her head to cast him a smug smirk. “Maybe you’re just not as good of a penguin sledder as you thought .”

“Oh, not so fast!” Aang grabbed her wrist, tugging her back towards him, and she internally questioned why the momentary brush of their skin made her heart flip. He tried to trip her, she tried to flip him, and they both ended up on their backs in the snow, giggling, cheeks and noses bright pink from the cold.

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“Trouble sleeping too, huh?” Aang cocked a grin, tilting his head to Katara. She kept her eyes fixed upwards, trained on the moon and the stars, worried that if she looked away, she’d end up staring into his eyes like a weirdo.

“I always feel so awake with the moon’s light on me. Sleeping under the stars has never really been a thing that works. It’s too energising, too… too much. It’s hard to explain.”

“No, no… I get it. I feel the same way in a windstorm, all those breezes and gusts of wind, it feels… exhilarating.” She watched through her peripheral vision as he looked up at the moon. “In times of war, I think we all tend to forget how spiritual bending is at its core. I’d say it’s a good thing that you’re in touch enough with the origins of your abilities to feel the moon’s pull tug at you just as much as it does on the ocean.”

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Aang smiled back. “Now is our time to try to make up for that. I can’t bring back everyone who was hurt in this war, and you can’t bring back your mother, but together, the two-, three of us can make sure it doesn’t happen to anyone else.”

“I’d like that,” Katara exhaled, her breath calming down and tears dissipating. The two spent hours talking back and forth, exchanging the stories of their respective childhoods. Katara learned that Aang had invented several new bending moves and had been a big fan of fruit pies, while Aang learned that Katara had always been the bossier one between her and Sokka and that she had almost chipped a tooth on seal jerky when she was six. They continued talking back and forth in increasingly hushed tones until the world faded away under the cover of clouds and sleep.

Katara awoke to the loud shout of her brother.

“Wakey wakey, lovebirds!” he yelped, chucking a rock-hard stick of seal jerky at both of them.

“Ouch, Sokka !” Katara snapped at him, rubbing her head at the spot where she had been hit, before realising that she was leaning against Aang and immediately jumping away, blushing furiously.

♥ check out the two chapters of this (ongoing) fic & my ao3 here! ->

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kamotecue · 9 months

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Georgia Stanway fluff please!

her favorite thing to do ❥ g. stanway

pairing: georgia stanway x reader

summary: it was the last day of you being in munich, so you spent the day in bed with georgia.

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you slowly opened your eyes to the bright light, quickly closing them as you had to properly wake up. you felt someone stir in the bed, as you looked down to see your lovely girlfriend of four years.

you both met in manchester, you had an away game with arsenal while she was still signed at manchester city. she had accidentally knocked you to the ground, trying to chase after her friend. let’s just say, it was keira being a wingwoman.

“love? are you awake?” georgia asked with her eyes closed. as you brushed a hair strand behind her ear making her look at you.

“good mornin’ how long have you been up?” she asked, her voice a bit muffled as you snickered.

“just a few minutes, love.” you said, turned to face her.

“can we cuddle more?” you heard g asked, to which you moved closer so that she can wrap her arms around you.

“i don’t want you to leave.” you laughed at her behavior, she wanted to spend time with you which made your heart flutter.

“g, my contract with arsenal is ending soon. i’ll only have this season left, and if bayern offers me a contract then i’ll go for it.” you said, as she hummed.

you felt her cold hands on your stomach, as they trailed to your back.

“your hands are cold.” you said, as georgia chuckled at your expression. you felt her trace patterns along your back, as you softly giggled at how much of a softy she is with you.

“what are we going to do then?” georgia gave you a soft smile as she brought her head up to look at you.

“how about let’s cuddle for a few minutes, and then i’ll make breakfast?” you asked, as she gave you a nod moving closer to you as you allowed her.

you spent the next few minutes, or perhaps the next hour. your legs were intertwined, as she continued drawing patterns except on your exposed stomach.

“let’s get up now g, i’m a bit hungry.” georgia laughed as she sat up straight before gently peppering your face with kisses.

“what do you want for brunch then?” g asked, as you gave her a soft smile.

“i was thinking hot chocolate and pancakes?” you said, as she gave you a chuckle. you were always a fan of hot chocolate, somehow coffee had this affect to make you sleepy, rather than energized you. so, you used hot chocolate as an alternative.

you hummed, as georgia brought out the ingredients. and you both worked together silently, having a small chat from time to time.

but when you were done, you watched as she placed two pancakes on your plate, followed by a variety of fruits. mainly strawberries, grapes, and apples that were cut into bit sized pieces.

you both spent the morning talking about football, different teams, and how each others day’s have been.

#georgia stanway #georgia stanway imagine #georgia stanway x reader #lionesses x reader #engwnt x reader #woso imagine #woso x reader #woso one shot

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rainylana · 2 years

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bedtime shenanigans<3

“Eddie?” You poked his back, over and over against his bare skin. “Eddie, wake up. I wanna ask you somethin’.”

He grumbled in his sleep, twitching at your pokes.

“Eddie!” You hissed, giving him a shove that jolted him awake.

“Huh? Wh- who is it?” He twisted around with wild bed hair, eyes still half closed.

“It’s me!” You giggled. “Who else would it be?”

He was already falling back down to his pillow, not able to stay up. He muttered something under his breath that you couldn’t hear. “Hey- I said I gotta ask you a question!” Your squeaky tone made his eyes shoot open, blindly rapidly up at you as he tried to adjust to reality.

“What- what time is it?” He yawned, fishing for his lost blanket.

“I think I figured out what I want our halloween costumes to be.” You smiled, resting on your elbow. “Popeye and olive oil!”

He was too tired to barely register what you were saying, just nodding along and giving a small twitch of his lips. “That’s nice…nice, nice.” He lowered himself back down, already back asleep.

“Hey!” You shook him, drawing a surprised gasp as he shot back up.

“Who is it?!” He looked around quickly, grasping his pillow.

“For the love of god, Edward,” You rolled your eyes, grabbing the pillow and placing it back down. “I’m bored! Wake up so you can entertain me.”

A loud, whiny groan left him as he squeezed his eyes shut, finally starting to come to his senses. “Fuck off.” He buried himself face first into the pillows.

“Wow.” You scoffed, lowering yourself so you could lay on his bare back. “We should watch The Labyrinth again! I can make us popcorn!”

You only heard muffled sounds.

“I can’t hear you, Ed’s.”

He turned his cheek to poke out his lips. “Too late for musicals.” He said hoarsely, reaching back to try and get you off him. “Go t’ sleep.”

You scowled as your allowed him to shove yourself off him, crossing your arms as you stared up at the ceiling. Perhaps it was cruel to keep him awake, but you loved teasing him when he was asleep. “Would you still love me if I was an anaconda?”

“Where!” He screamed, causing you to do the same as you both shot up. “Fuck, where, y/n!”

“Christ, calm down!” You heaved, grabbing his shoulders. “There’s no snake, Eddie, Jesus!”

He was huffing and puffing fearfully, backed up against the headboard in a delirious state of sleep and confusion. He gave you an incredulous look. “Then why the hell would you say there was!”

“I didn’t!” You exasperated. “I asked if you would still love me if I was one.”

His eyes tripled in size. “Absolutely not!” He shook his head wildly.

You gasped. “Eddie! But I’d love you!”

He scoffed, bringing the blanket to his chest. “That’s great! But I ain’t loving you, sweetheart. I don’t fuck with snakes and I- what the fuck, it’s three o’clock in the morning!” He screeched, pointing to the clock. “The hell you asking me all this shit for! I’m trying to sleep for god sakes!”

“Well, hell!” You threw your arms up. “Forgive me for wanting to talk to my boyfriend! I’m heart broken, Eddie! You don’t even love me anymore!” You playfully pouted.

“No, I said I wouldn’t love you as an anaconda, y/n.” He pointed his finger at you. “Not that I don’t love you. There’s a big difference.”

You pursed your lips and gave him a glare, and he matched the expression, grabbing your chin to pull you close and plant a firm kiss on your lips.

“No there isn’t.” You mumbled.

#eddie munson blurb #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things season four #eddie munson x reader #joseph quinn #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson thoughts #eddie the brave #eddie the freak munson #eddie the banished #eddie #eddie x you #eddie x y/n

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writing-in-glitter-pen · 11 months

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sorry if this is repetitive and/or has been rq already but may i request falling for you & flirting headcanons with itto?? ty in advance if you do this !!!

Omg of course 💅 You already know Itto isn't just going to fall for you, he's going to face plant---absolutely eat shit for you.

When Itto Falls For You---Flirting Headcannons + Lil Fic ♡

Arataki Itto x reader II Romance, Fluff!!

Content Warnings: Arguably stalking (maybe not arguably), crossing physical boundaries, affection without expressed consent (not malicious or explicit), manhandling (not malicious. Just dumb :) ).

I made up the novel name Anniset. Not real! If you know what’s it’s inspired by I will be very proud of you!

Personally, I think Itto would fall for someone with the OPPOSITE energy as him. I mean, if you were just as dumb and reckless as him, Inazuma would sink into the sea in a matter of days. HOWEVER! I think the right person for Itto, despite having opposing energy to him, is just as kind, optimistic and friendly as him!

He just needs someone to balance him out, ya know? Someone who both giggles at his stupid shannanigans, but will hold him back when he's about to do something really stupid.

Also someone who will bail him out of jail. You can't bail him out if you're also in jail.

I think Itto would be attracted to a more composed, cerebral and quiet person. Someone that needs a little nudge to draw them out of their shell! I also say cerebral because man has no thoughts and would greatly appreciate if you shared some of yours with him.

Once his taciturn, soon-to-be lover, gets comfortable enough around him to let their heartful and animated side run free--he falls hard.

If he wasn't already obsessed with you before, he sure as hell is now.

You mean to tell him you're a smartie, but you're also a sweetie?! He's proposing. He's proposing right now. You're gonna have to run to keep him from throwing that ring on your finger and locking you down ASAP.

When it comes to flirting, Itto is...actually...exceptionally smooth.

I know, right?! Since WHEN?!

You'll see.

When Itto is first captivated by you, trust that he will find you and bug you at least once a day. Maybe more. Although he's a bumbling fool (we love you, Itto.), he is a GREAT tracker. And he does not use that skill with grace.

He finds you around lunch time, buying dango in Inazuma city. The next day, he finds you in the morning, reading while propped-up against the well in Konda Villiage. The next next day, he shows up uninvited at your house at 2:00 am, waking you up by throwing rocks at your window. You hadn't told him where you lived.

Each time he finds you, he excitedly beelines it for you, then, catching himself, he slows his pace and smoothes his hair back in an attractive fashion. Surprisingly skillful flirting ensues.

He'll ask you out multiple times. Even if you say yes the first time.

He honestly just can't believe you said yes. He's gotta confirm. Just to make sure. Just double, triple, quadruple checking!

And after you two are in a relationship, that's when the real fun starts.

That's when you have to start bailing him out of jail and putting him on time-out for reckless behavior.

Don't get me wrong, you love his reckless behavior, but you can't tell him that. Cause then he'll do it again, just to make you laugh. So you have to giggle discreetly when he and the gang go sledding down the winding streets of Inazuma city, before composing yourself and scolding him to never do something like that again.

The size difference between you two is hilarious on multiple levels.

He can pick you up and toss you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes in less than a second. He finds it very funny when you're miffed at him, trying to storm off, just for him to pick you up carry you like a child holding a cat very poorly. Hands under the armpits, man. Legs, simply, dangling. It's even funnier if you kick your legs and yell, as it does nothing to change your situation.

That being said, it is quite the hilarious sight for the citizens of Inazuma to come upon an almost seven-foot Oni being verbally reprimanded by a person that looks so compact next to him. Even if you aren't teeny, you look teeny next to him.

He has a habit of just taking affection from you whenever he feels like it. Oh, you're just standing around? Don't mind if I--he lifts you at least a foot in the air and hugs you to his chest like a teddy bear. Oh, you're reading? That looks like an activity that requires a significant ammount of attention. But like...hear me out...your leg is right there. He grabs you by the ankle and yanks you into his lap---grass stains marr your nice outfit. Good thing Granny Oni has a lot of experience in getting those out--thanks to a certain oni she raised. Who, you ask? Um. Don't worry about it you don't know him.

And don't get me started on the kisses.

He kisses very sloppily. Anywhere he decides to put his lips on you is coated with a layer of saliva when he's done. You end up needing to bring a hankerchief around with you to wipe it up. If that bothers you, you can totally teach him to give softer, cleaner kisses. He'll listen and learn. But even if you do teach him, he sometimes slips up when he's really in the moment. Don't forget that hankercheif!

He loves giving you forehead and cheek kisses---these ones are quick pecks, so no hankerchief necessary. Sometimes, you'll be walking around Inazuma city, only for his gang to rush by with the Kujou officers tailing them, but that doesn't stop Itto from rubber-necking and landing a quick, chaste kiss to your jaw before sprinting off.

Man does NOT care about PDA. Let's be honest, he's done way worse in public. He does not care who's looking while he pepper's your cute face with little kisses. He also does not mind a nice makeout sesh on a park bench. But if YOU do, he'll refrain...begrudingly. He'll sigh dramatically while sitting next to you or shopping, gazing at you with big-puppy eyes full of desire, wanting nothing more than to drag you to him and lock lips--but alas, he must respect your wishes. This leads to two habits; either, he'll pull you in to dark corners or behind cover for a quick makeout, OR, he'll say "Alright! I'm beat! Let's go home!", "Itto we left the house five minutes ago.".

He's just obsessed with you! You're just so perfect! and so so SO adorable!

No one in Inazuma knew why a bright young thing like you would choose the idiot Oni as a partner. You were so clever, so hardworking, you had so much potential, and you were wasting your time with him? They would see you walking the streets, teeny hand in his, a big smile on both of your faces and wonder—how did a pair like that ever get together?

On the day you met, the late-morning sun gave Inazuma an aura of serenity as you sat in your favorite reading spot underneath a blooming cherry blossom tree in Byakko Plain. Although it was 10:00 am, it was still quite chill outside, a light mist in the air, but you didn't need a jacket; you appreciated the pure and clean feeling this weather gave you while you turned the pages of your newest piece of literature. It was a novel written from the perspective of a monster, depicting how the public eye misinterprets him, labelling him a stupid animal, a hostile beast, until he ultimately believes what they say about him, despite what he knew to be true about himself. You've always had a soft spot for misunderstood creatures, always holding a heart full of empathy and adoration for them. A box of Sakura buns you had purchased on your way to the special place you had carved out for yourself after many visits sat next to you for you to much on as you read---they were a compact snack, something you could enjoy without dirtying the precious parchment of your novel.

Humming happily and tilting your head to the side, you thought, this is such a perfect morning!

You jinxed yourself.

Immediately after the thought crossed your mind, a gush of wind flew by you, flipping the pages of your book in its wake, as a gang of reckless idiots fumbled over themselves in panic--what they were running from was unbenknowst to you. As you turned your head, gaze following them, you caught one of them babble, “the boss is handling it!".

You wondered who "the boss" was, until only a minute later, when a nearly 7-foot oni came barrelling down the path, yelping, "oh man oh man oh man!!!!!".

The stranger’s panicked gaze met your wide eyes, sakura bun still in your mouth, before he slid in next to you under the tree.

"Just be cool, ok?!" he pleaded, smoothing his clothes out and getting into a "natural" position (he was doing the hand to back-of-head one knee bent centerfold pinup pose and whistling).

What exactly you had to "be cool" for came marching up the path. The head of the Tenreyou Commission, Kujou Sara, followed by at least nine lackey solidiers, haulted when their attention turned to the oni beside you. He visably tensed, violently averting his gaze and whistling harder.

The head of the group stepped up, voice blaring an order at the poor oni beside you, "Arataki Itto! You are under arrest for your presence and part in the malicious prank made on the stature of the electro archo--"

"What are you talking about?", your sweet voice rang out.

The woman was gagged by your interruption, looking wide-eyed at you before narrowing her eyes, "I am talking about the crime just now committed by this insane gang leader an--" "He's been here with me for the past hour now." you say, placing the Sakura bun you'd been mid-bite-in into the oni's mouth and laying your now free hand on top of his, "there's no way he could've taken part in something like that.".

Itto thought you were a literal angel. Thank the archons you had covered his mouth with the sakura bun, closing his jaw that was once on the floor. Why were you lying for him? He didn't even know you!

Sara's glare hardened, now turning her full attention to you, stepping towards you and leaning in close. "Purposefully feeding false information to an officer of the law is a punishable offence." she seethed.

"That's why I would never do it!" you chirp innocently.

Sara looked to the oni for a long moment, almost like she was trying to burn a hole through his skull from her eyes. But alas, she was powerless against your tesimony in the face of her lack of definite evidence. So she had to relent.

"Fine.", she growled, "I hope you know how stupid what you just did was.". Before you could retort, she signalled to her men and turned back in the direction they came--marching off.

The oni's shoked gaze was still stuck on you, even as you flippantly returned to your reading.

He didn't know what to say. Should he thank you?? You were so carefree about this whole situation, he was starting to believe he actually had been here for the past hour. Why else would you be so ok right now?! Was he a warlock? Was him telling you to be cool actually a spell? Were you heaven-sent? Were you real?

"...whatcha readin'?", was all he could think to say.

You turned to him with a warm smile, leaning in to show him the cover of your novel. "Anniset", you replied and proceeded to tell him what it was about.

You squeezed the hand you were still holding as you talked, making Itto blush and look down at where you were connected as you went on explaining not only the plot, but the arcs of the characters, the various symbols throughout the story, and even recited some of your favorite quotes from memory.

You hadn't actually expected him to listen. No one really cared to hear the takeaways you gleaned from the literature you consumed. But when your analysis had ended and you turned your gaze back to him, you were surprised to see his eyes glittering and expression intent on understanding you.

"Wow. You talk nice.", he stated in awe.

"Oh! Thank you!". Now he was convinced you're an angel. Your smile was so gentle and warm, he'd never seen one like it before!

"I'm Itto."

"I'm Y/N!"

You two chatted for the better part of an hour that day, exchanging pieces of information about yourselves for one another’s unique thoughts. You learned that Itto was the leader of a gang, that he enjoyed beating children at schoolyard games, and that he could not hold down a job for the life of him—nor did he want to. What an interesting character, you cheerfully thought. The subtext you took away from his description his of the ridiculous life he lived was that he was a free-thinker, he was reckless but he did everything heart-first, he was impulsive but brave, and most of all…he was really hot. His chaotic gesticulations would have your gaze falling to his large hands and muscly forearms, then his exposed abs. You felt bad for eyeing him up, trying to focus on his stupid jokes and answer his questions—but you were rightfully distracted.

Thankfully, he didn’t seem to notice.

Cause he was too busy eyeing you up as well.

He hadn’t thought about it yet, too caught up in conversation with what seemed to be the smartest person he had ever met, but after his eyes accidentally caught on your soft pink lips while you were describing your favorite story tropes, he realized…man you are a cutie!

Your interaction ended after only an hour—you had to go to work, and he said he had important business to attend to…he was going beetle beetle fighting, but he wanted to sound as sophisticated as you!

You didn’t expect to see Itto again—it was only natural to meet an acquaintance one day and that be the end of your relationship. You were glad you met Itto, inspired by his outlook on life and his positivity.

Itto thought about you all night.

He told his gang about you, wildly gesticulating in his fervor—clutching his heart, pretending to faint, squeezing his cheeks and throwing his hands to the sky. “I’m in love, dudes!” “Itto…you just met.” “I know love when I feel it!!!”.

You may have been content with him only being a whisper in the wind throughout the expanse of your life.

…but Itto wasn’t.

He couldn’t let a cute little thing like you just slip away!!

The next day, you just "happened" to meet Itto again in the marketplace of Inazuma city! You two walked the shopping district together, him joining you on your errands—having none of his own to complete. He wasn’t in the marketplace to shop. He just abused his natural aptitude for tracking. Itto became a consistent presence in your life, you found yourself happily anticipating his arrival throughout your day; you would have something new you were excited to talk to him about, or picked up a book you thought he might like, or you were having a poor day and were longing for his dumb jokes to make you feel better. Your heart would sputter and thump every time you thought about him, every time you turned a corner, hoping that maybe he was just around it…you had a major crush!

Your poor lovesick heart would melt even more as he would flirt with you throughout your day. While you’d be reading up against a wall while waiting for the takeout you ordered at a nearby kiosk to be ready, he’d surprise you by resting his forearm on the wall just above your head, leaning down to whisper “Well hello there cute thing, didn’t expect to see you here~” yes he did expect to see you here but that wasn’t the point. He loved the way your cheeks turned pink, but you’d just laugh and smack his chest. He’d bring you gifts too, saying things like, “I found this pretty flower earlier, good thing I found someone just as pretty to give it to~”. After you two would part ways from a flirting sesh, Itto would pump his fist in the air and yell “ALRIGHT!”…even when he was still in view. Each time you had such intimate encounters with the Oni, they were never…quite as intimate as you thought, his bumbling gang members poorly hidden behind stacks of barrels, crates, lamposts, all cheerfully whispering and celebrating every time their boss landed a pickup.

Itto hadn’t thought you could get any more perfect than you already were, but once you started relaxing and becoming more animated and loud, he was positively knocked on his ass. You were the one. You had to be. Not only were you a smartie, you had such an adorable interior! You were so spunky and funny, you’d make him laugh so hard he choked on his spit. He was falling even harder than he was before.

After spending multiple weeks by your side, becoming more and more enamored with you each passing hour, he decided that now was the time. He was going to ask you out!

You had a very precise night time routine. You’d shower, wash your face, brush your teeth, do your skincare, get into some cozy pajamas and get to bed at a time that wouldn’t leave you groggy before work in the morning. You valued your sleep for you took your work and precious hours of daylight seriously. You had no problem sleeping through the night, once you were out, you were out.

…but not tonight.

You were awoken in the middle of the night by the sound of tapping at your window. At first, you had tried to ignore it, thinking it was probably some pesky crow or the branches of a tree hitting the glass…but the sound just kept going. You drug yourself up to investigate and put a stop to the sound, only to meet a pair of peeping eyes on the other side of your window.

You jumped out of your skin.

Itto felt really bad.

After getting ahold of yourself, clutching your heart in an attempt to steady it, you opened your window to let your Oni in.

“Oh man, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

You shook your head and took a deep breath, “It’s fine. What brings you here, Itto?”

He jumped to fumble through his jacket, pulling out a amateurely wrapped package tied with a bow. Taking the mangy looking thing in to your hands brought a giggle to your lips, it was just so Itto. You loved the little chaotic details he would add to everything he touched. Unwrapping the gift, you were surprised to find a teeny-bopper-targeted romance novel. It was a simple story, but you loved a good eye candy read.

“Oh Itto, this is so sweet! Thank you! But…what’s the occasion?”

“Well…uh…” he stuttered, rubbing the back of his neck and looking away, suddenly bashful, “I want us to be like them.”. Good thing his gang members weren’t watching now, he was a mess!

It took you a moment to clock exactly what he meant, staring at him confused with a tilt of your head, until realization brought a joyful grin to your features.

You squealed, causing Itto to book it for the window again, until you caught him—throwing your arms around his shoulders, your feet dangling slightly off the floor, “Itto! Yes!”.

Nobody in Inazuma understood why you would choose the idiot Oni as a partner. But you did. You saw Itto’s best features—features that were hidden from judge mental view. He was compassionate, thoughtful, and, if he applied himself, even quite clever. He couldn’t exactly keep up with your literature conversation, but he had the open heart and mind to listen, which was more than anyone else ever gave you. Others may have saw your monetary potential, but Itto saw your creativity, which made you so beautiful in his eyes. You were a gleaming light in his life, just like he was in yours. You brought out the best in one another, Itto was more grounded and thoughtful, and you were more jubilant and carefree!

Itto’s love was something you felt honored to receive. Even when he manhandled you like a child with a house cat. Even when he got in trouble with the law. Even when his kisses were sloppy and he would get needy every five minutes. He was your Itto. And he was perfect for you ♡

#when your draft doesn’t save the first time you’re ready to post it but you’re DETERMINED to answer this ask #the things I do for you ily #ataraki itto #itto x gender neutral reader #itto x reader #itto fluff #itto x y/n #itto x you #itto genshin impact #arataki itto #genshin x reader #genshin fluff #genshin romance #genshin x gender neutral reader #genshin x gn reader #genshin x y/n #genshin x you #genshin impact itto #genshin impact

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ellethespaceunicorn · 1 year

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Praise You

Rating: G, pure fluff

Pairing: Clark Kent x Insecure PlusSize!Reader

Word Count: 500

Summary: For @lilacprincessofrecovery; Clark Kent loves everything about you, especially what you think are your flaws.

Warnings: self-doubt, talking down about one’s body, cavity-causing fluff

A/N: Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best.

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

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My Masterlist

Clark Kent may have been the best thing that ever happened to you. He made you laugh, he surprised you with gifts and gestures, and he helped you to learn to love yourself.

For every moment of self-doubt that made your heart race, he was there to soothe and heal your wounds. With every negative comment you had about your body, he would kiss and caress the area, letting you know exactly why he loved it.

He would watch you stare at your face from different angles in the bathroom mirror, then make you giggle by pressing kisses into your flesh quickly. He indeed was an amazing partner, always there to contradict your worry and praise you.

‘I just wish my stomach was flat,’ you would say, just for Clark to reply, ‘But then, what would I grab onto while I’m holding you?’

‘Maybe if my thighs weren’t so jiggly,’ you lament, Clark, countering with, ‘But they are the perfect size for my hands.’

He could bring you joy like no one else has before. Dancing with you to old love songs, his lack of dancing skills left you in shambles with laughter. Burning dinner by accident and having to use his super-breath to put out the flames on his casserole. He had wanted to surprise you with dinner after you had a rough day.

Where he failed at dancing and cooking, he excelled at expressing himself verbally and in the written word. He loved to leave you sweet love notes around the house, especially on every mirror in the house.

‘I may gain strength from the Sun, but you are the true light of my life.

I love every part of you, more and more with every day.

xoxo, Clark’

‘I can hear your heartbeat from across the world, like a beacon drawing me home.

I can safely say it is my favorite sound, it is music to my ears.

xoxo, Clark’

‘You are the best thing to ever happen to me.

My past, present, and future begin and end with you.

I would fly to the ends of the Earth just to pick you a rare flower to make you smile.

You just say the word and I will bring you whatever you desire.

You are my world, you are my love, and you are my hope.

xoxo, Clark’

You kept all of them in a small decorative box on your vanity. Whenever you would feel melancholy, you would take out each letter and read them aloud, feeling the love he put into every word. You knew wherever he was in the world, he could hear you reading them so you were never surprised when he would whoosh in to check on you.

He would wipe your tears and kiss your forehead. Hushing your cries with soothing words, he would cradle you in his arms. You felt so safe in his strong arms as if the entire world around you didn’t matter.

Clark Kent. The love of your life.

A/N: To my sweet @lilacprincessofrecovery, I hope you enjoy this story and I am very glad to have made a friend in you. 💙❤️

Tags: @astheskycries @enchantedbytomandhenry

#henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill #henry cavill characters #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill x reader #ellethespaceunicorn fanfic #clark kent #clark kent x reader #ellethespaceunicorn prompt fill #ellethespaceunicorn request fill

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drowsynyuu · 7 months

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MY FAVORITE GIRLS ミ★ t. fushiguro

jjk masterlist!!

cw: fem reader, y/n is described to be plus sized and a little short, papa toji 🥰, you have two kids, more of a modern au, google translated names for the kids (i wasn’t very creative naming them 💀), basically toji if he wasn’t sucky (i still love him either way), a little bit of a spicy ending

a/n: part two to a fic i made on my old page (made this specifically for @sugutoad ), there’s a little bit of a spicy ending to this but i wanted to feed y’all 😼

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toji had recently moved in with you and your daughters, even helping you get a new home together.

toji walked inside the new house that he helped you get, your daughters running inside to explore.

“woah papa!! this place is hugeeeee!!” niko giggled as she dragged tsuki with her to go check out the rest of the house.

you look at toji sweetly as he carefully places down the boxes he was holding, going to hug him once you got the chance. toji was a little surprised by the hug, but he didn’t hesitate to hug you back. “what’s this for?” he asked as he played with your hair.

you look up at him lovingly, sniffling as tears began to form in your eyes. “i just really appreciate all that you’ve done for me and my girls.. especially this..” you say softly as the tears fall. toji’s eyes softened slightly as he wiped the tears away with his thumb.

“oh sweetheart..” he muttered softly as he pulled you close, hugging you lovingly. “i love you guys.. i wanna be there for all of you..” he says as he kissed the top of your head. “you and your kids are my favorite girls.. i’d do anything if it means you guys are happy..” he says before kissing your lips softly.

you happily kissed him back, smiling in the kiss as he lifted you up in his arms.

a couple weeks pass, and the moving process was finished. a downside of moving was that the girls ended up needing to go to a new school because the school zone was different.

the girls had come home from school, niko seeming happy but tsuki on the other hand…

you were at work, so toji would have to get to the bottom of this alone.

“papa! i made loads of friends!” niko says happily as she hugged toji when walking through the front door.

“that’s amazing! did you learn anything cool?” he asked as he noticed tsuki heading off to her room, but he still kept his attention to niko so she wouldn’t get upset.

“not really.. but all my teachers are really nice! my favorite is my music teacher!” niko giggled as she sat comfortably in toji’s lap.

toji smiled a little, giving niko a little kiss on her forehead. “that’s great, niko.. why don’t you watch some tv? i gotta do something really quick.” he said as he gently set niko on the couch, handing her the tv remote before he went up to tsuki’s room. he gently knocked on her door, leaning on the wall. “tsuki? mind if i come in?” he asked.

he could hear faint footsteps before the door opened, tsuki standing there as she looked up at him with a tear stained face. “hi papa..” she muttered softly. toji’s eyes softened.

“mind if i come in?” he asked softly. tsuki shook her head yes and stood to the side to let him in. toji comes in and sits on a beanbag chair tsuki owned, gently patting the spot next to him. tsuki sat next to him, looking down as toji wrapped a comforting arm around her. “what’s going on?” he asked softly.

tsuki looked up at him with a little pout. she sighs before reaching for her bag, taking something out before handing it to him. it was her drawing book. the one she had since she was really little. toji’s heart dropped as he noticed a lot of the pages were scribbled on, and the cover was covered in badly written insults about tsuki. he looked at tsuki, seeing her sniffle as she wiped her tears.

“did someone at school do this?” he asked, a little frown on his face when she nodded. “i’m gonna take you and your sister to school tomorrow..” he said, his eyes narrowing a bit.

the next day, niko skipped into the school building happily and toji walked into the building with tsuki. “mind if i come to your class with you?” he asked sweetly. tsuki shook her head and gently took toji’s hand and the two of walked into the classroom together.

the moment toji passed the entrance, his eyes narrowed as he scanned the classroom with little kids. “where’s the girl you mentioned?” he asked as tsuki put her bag in her cubby. his eyes followed where tsuki pointed.. a little girl with her little minions. “i’ll be right back, sweetie.” he muttered before he approached the table, crossing his arms. “are you mya?” he asked, catching the girl’s attention.

“what’s it to you, old man?” she said sassily.

toji’s eyes narrowed angrily before he knelt down, holding eye contact with her. he saw the way her attitude faltered.

“you mess with my kid one more time, and i will reign hell on you and your little friends.” he said firmly. “i will tell each and every one of your parents with photo proof of what you’ve been doing, and trust me i have plenty of it. i will make sure your teacher and principal knows. you will regret every bad thing you’d done to my daughter. you hear me?” he said with a glare.

mya and her friends cheeky grins dropped. “y-yes sir..” she muttered softly.

“now all of you better go apologize to tsuki properly, or else i will walk straight to the principal’s office.” he said as he stood up, crossing his arms. he watched as the girls approached tsuki and apologized, a satisfied grin on his face as he watched tsuki smile a little.

after school tsuki and niko came home, both happy. “thank you for this morning papa.. i got to make some new friends.” tsuki says softly as toji helped her and niko with their homework.

“of course, sweetie..” he says as he ruffled tsuki’s hair.

the sweet moment was interrupted as you came home. “i’m home!” you called out, smiling as you saw your daughters running to hug you.

“momma!” niko said happily. you picked up both of them, giving them gentle kisses.

your eyes softened as you saw toji. tsuki gave niko a look before they ran off to their room.

“hi sweetheart..” he muttered as he picked you up, smiling as you chuckled. “missed you so much..” he chuckled as he kissed your neck sweetly.

“i missed you too..” you said with a gentle smile as you played with his hair. “i heard that you went to the girls’ school and gave someone a stern talking to.”

toji grinned. “some little shit was bullying tsuki.. wanted to give that kid a piece of my mind.” he said as he held you in your arms, giving your jawline sweet kisses.

“wish i could’ve seen that.. i bet you looked so good speaking your mind like that..” you teased.

“mmm.. yeah?” he chuckled, resting his hands on your hips as he pulled you close.

you nodded, biting your lip as you looked up at him. you yelped as toji lifted you over his shoulder, a little squeal leaving your lips as his hand smacked your ass teasingly as he walked to the bedroom you shared with him.

#🩷.drowsynyu.🩷#toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #toji jjk #toji fushiguro jjk #jujutsu kaisen

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unamused-boss · 3 months

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How we met

Billy Harvgrove x Phoebe Levin

Summary: The day Billy Hargrove found Phoebe Levin changed his life forever. The day he met her was one he would never forget, literally. Like how can you forget that.

The minute that Billy stepped out of his camaro into the Hawkin’s High School parking lot he knew that this was gonna be the absolute worst part of his entire life. Girls were already gawking him like a piece of meat given to a pack of wolves. The guys were sizing him up like they thought they had a chance at winning a fight against him.

“Jeezus, smells like cow shit here.” He muttered as he made his way into the high school. Once his boot made contact with the tile floor of the school he was swarmed with wannabes and thirsty girls.

“Hey man, I'm Tommy. We’re gonna be great friends.” One freckled faced freak said to him.

“Hello~ I’m Tina, it’s so great to meet you.” Some brunette flirted.

“Heey cali boy, how does the countryside feel?” Some rando said.

‘Holy shit, do these guys have anything better to do?’ Billy thought. ‘It's not the worst, I already have them like putty in my hand.’ He smirked, he already had a majority of the school's population on his side. This could not be as awful as he thought it was going to be. If these guys are like this just by his first day then Billy can’t wait for what will happen throughout the next couple of months.

Which is what happened, Billy soon became the new King of Hawkins High School. He had everyone eating from the palm of his hand. The parties were nothing like the ones in California but they were a good way to distract him while being here. And every girl here wanted in his pants, which he let them but soon left them right after the deed was done.

The day started off as any other day. Billy was late to his first period, as perusal, taking his seat with a very irked teacher. As he was about to start his normal routine of ignoring everyone around him a glint caught his eye. He turned his head to see a girl decorated in long earrings and glittering necklaces. She had pale skin and hard dark hair. Her eyes looked bored but still tried to pay attention to the lesson at hand. She wore dark clothes, her stomach was out, and the closer Billy looked he realized she didn’t have a bra on. She looked wild. Her hair somehow kept and unkept at the same time. Something about her was drawing him in, like a wave to a surfboard.

“Can you stop starring?” She broke him from his thoughts. No enthusiasm in her tone, she was not happy whatsoever that he was staring at her. Why was she not giggling at him like every other girl?

“I’m Billy.” Billy tried to introduce himself. Pulling his classic charm to win this girl over.

“I know. Now stop talking to me.” She simply put.

“What?”

“I said stop talking to me, you are someone I do not want to speak to.” She was getting frustrated by his presence. That’s bullshit, the only person that was supposed to get annoyed by him was Hairrington.

“I’m trying to flirt with you, you know that right?” He asked as if it wasn’t obvious.

“Yes it’s very obvious, so why don’t you stop and go back to the other girl next you that you flirted with all last month that has not stopped staring at you since class started.” Now you were over him. If your tone didn’t put it straight in his face that you were not having anything he was giving; he turned around to, in fact, see the said girl staring at him. Then the bell rang just as he was going to talk to you again. But you were out of there without him seeing.

The cafeteria was where Billy saw the mysterious girl next. He just stared at her as she sat by herself. No one was around her, being that her friends had a different lunch schedule then her. His staring didn’t go unnoticed by Tommy or Carol.

“Why are you staring at that weirdo?” Tommy asked him, picking at the food on his tray.

“Who is she?” Billy asked curiously.

“Phoebe Levin is the most peculiar girl you’ll ever meet. Swear to god she is related to The freak sometimes.” Carol scowled. “You seriously don’t want to be around her.”

“Her mom was married to some Russian immigrant dude, probably killed because of his help with the Russian forces.” Tommy laughed.

“Ugh, I don’t know why she is still here.” Carol whined. “Billy there are such better girls in this school than her.” The three continued to stare at the young girl.

Phoebe knew they were watching her, she knew Billy was asking questions about her. “God give me a break.” She grumbled through the sandwich she was chewing. She heard the sound of fake pompous heels click their way over to where she was sitting. And to no one's surprise there stood Carol Perkins. With a grin on her face and her caked on makeup.

“Can I help you Carol?” The unenthused girl spoke.

“Hey Phoebe.” Carol smiled, obviously fake. “ I just wanted to check up on you, you seem so lonely.”

“Okay?” Carol just continued to stare at her while she ate.

“You know for someone that has so many cropped tops, you do have a pretty fat stomach.” Carol snied.

“You know for someone that sucks every other guy's dick except her boyfriend’s, you’d think you’d know how to shut your mouth.” Phoebe retorted. “Are we done here?” Carol just sat there with her mouth agape. Phoebe finished the remainder of her lunch taking her tray to leave. Only for Coral to put her foot out and trip her. Causing Phoebe to go face first into her tray. Phoebe picked herself up, taking the little food she had off her shirt. Walking away unbothered.

“Ugh, You scathing BITCH!” Yell Carol.

Billy watched in amazement. He loved every moment of that conversation, he knew she were different. He didn’t think she'd be this different. He watched as Phoebe made her way out of the lunchroom watching her hips sway as she walked. Carol made her way back to their table huffing and puffing at the interaction she just had. Sitting down like a newly scolded child.

“I told you Billy, you don’t want to be around her.” Carol sneered.

Ever since Billy asked about Phoebe Levin everybody has given every opinion possible about her.

“She is so weird.”

“She’s probably a spy planted for the Russians, maybe that’s why she’s so isolated.”

“I swear she’s done a seance with Munson!”

“Phoebe doesn’t wear a bra, like ever, which is kinda hot?”

“Uhg, she hangs in the library all the time in her dark corner.”

“She always seems like she’s on some psychedelic trip.”

“I saw her walking barefoot through the woods once.”

“Her grandma is a witch.”

“I hear she’s eaten goat’s brain.”

Billy didn’ t give a shit what these people thought. He only knew her name and that he wanted to meet her.

While Billy dealt with his predicament of having to find his belle of the ball in black Phoebe was dealing with her own troubles. Her trouble has names that are Carol Perkins, Hiedi Flanders, Tina Clarks, and Betty Johnson; those four have been giving her hell all week. All for Billy Hargrove having caught his eye on her.

“I swear to everything, I will rip his tongue out.” Phoebe grumbled under her breath.

“Hey it’s alright.” Nancy reassured, “It’s Friday, you won’t see them for two days. But you will be seeing Tom Cruise with me.” She grinned. The both of you being friends was an odd sight to see. A princess and a witch, but you guys have been through thick and thin together. Phoebe was there for her when she found out Barb was found dead. And Nancy was there for Phoebe when her dad died. Only those two know the secrets between each other, that no one else will ever know.

“I guess you’re right.” Phoebe smiled. “I’ll see you after gym… see ya.” Phoebe waved her off.

Phoebe was making her way to the gym locker room when she thought she heard giggling behind her. She knew what was going to happen, having already accepted her fate of whatever little prank the class bimbos were going to pull on her. Nothing like this will change for her if she stays in this fucking town. Phoebe entered the locker room to her spot by the corner. Putting her stuff away into her cubby then continues with getting ready as normal. Taking off her clothes to put on her gym clothes. Once the shirt was over her head and on her body, this is one of few instances she puts a bra on (ya gotta stay prepared) Phoebe then hears the giggles again. ‘Dammit’ Phoebe braces herself for what is about to come. The expecting rush of cold water comes down upon her; her hair now wet, her mascara smudged and running down her face, the top of her shirt soaked. The giggles turned to full hyena laughter ringing through the locker room.

“Sorry Carrie didn’t see ya there!” Carol boasted.

“I think she looks better this way.” Tina smirked.

“Yeah, it brings out that washed out skin.” Betty cackled, and I’m the one that gets called a witch. The warning whistle from the coach signaling us to get out of the locker room.

“Come on Carrie, don’t wanna be late.” Carol joked, her and her friends laughed as they walked away. Phoebe did not react. She made no comment. All she did was make her way out of the locker room to the gym for class. Where she saw a familiar mullet head skipping class.

A glare was given to him. Phoebe was tired of the shit she was given. Tired of the attention people have decided to give you for the dumbest reason. To have some meat head think this is the funniest joke on the planet. ‘I will shave his head and make him eat his hair.’ I hate him.

‘Holy shit.’ No one since he has gotten here has given Billy any shit. But the glare that Phoebe gave him. A chill ran up his back. With the unlit cigarette hanging from his lip almost falling out. He has not met a girl like her. Well he has but they usually never speak to him, let alone glare through his skull.

“Go to hell…”

Phoebe spent her time in gym class wisely. She didn’t tell the coach. Didn’t explain to anyone that asked. She ran her laps. Did every exercise she was told to. She ignored the laughter of the girls that did this to her. Ignored that stares from everyone. However when at her water break Phoebe noticed the janitor’s closet was unlocked, ideas went through her head. If she was going to be treated like this only because some ass is giving her attention. Well they don’t say an eye for an eye for nothin.

Gym class was let out, since Phoebe was one of the first few into the locker room her plan was already in action. The four bimbo’s made their way to her corner; already dressed in her tank top and long skirt. Accentuating her figure, a figure that many were jealous of or either wanted. The bimbo’s were in their towels going to take their showers.

“Who knew you’d enjoy a cold bath before class.” Laughed Betty.

“Yeah… Now just for you to know…” Heidi said, wickedness pouring from her words as she stepped forward closer to me. She glared at me, “Stay away from Billy, or I will make your life hell.”

“Oh sweetheart.” Phoebe mocked. “I knew I was there when I saw you.” She apparently didn’t like that too much since she turned away from me flipping her hair into my face. Her curly coarse hair from too many perm treatments. But Phoebe didn’t have to worry about that, when across from her she saw the familiar belongings to the girls that were once here. Along with some items that will aid her in her revenge.

Nancy was confused, gym class got out a few minutes ago and she couldn’t find Phoebe anywhere. All she saw was the commotion of the halls. Nancy doesn’t know where she could be. Until…

Billy was getting annoyed not only with not being able to shake off his interaction with Phoebe earlier today but no one would stop bothering him. He can’t stand it, Tommy won’t shut his yap.

“Then I told him to strew off if he knew what was good for him.” Tommy laughed.

“Yep, you got him.” Billy grumbled. He just watched as the people in the halls passed him. Looking for her.

Tommy rolled his eyes, “Are you still looking for her, she’s literally a nobody.”

“Tommy. If I wanted your opinion I’d ask for it.” Billy stated. “ And I don’t-” Billy was cut of by the clicking of running heels.

“TOMMY!” Carol yelled, “TOMMY!” Carol and the other three girls ran up to the two boys. The girls were out of breath but fuming with anger with their arms tightly crossed against their chests.

“Whoa what is it?” Tommy asked.

“Someone stole from us.” Carol snided.

“Stole what?” Tommy questioned. “You have all your stuff.” He pointed out.

“NO.” Carold came closer to Tommy’s face so no one else would hear. “Someone stole our bras…” Tommy’s eyes widened, he almost laughed at the statement before him.

“What?” Tommy answered. Neither of them noticed the sudden burst of energy in the hallway. People started to make their way to windows and the front of the school. Billy noticed but he waited for the couple to finish. All while being stared at by Hiedi.

“I want you to find them and kick their ass!” Carol screamed. The echo of her words is what stopped their discussion. Carol looked around, along with her little posse, “What are they looking at?”

It was about the same time when Billy and Nancy made their way outside to the front of the school. Pushing their way through a shocked crowd of students, some laughing and some with their jaws on the floor. By the time the two teens made it to the front of the crowd what they saw before them was not what they thought it would be.

In front of them stood four burning stacks with bras being burnt at the ends.

With what Billy just overheard, he can only guess at who those were. And off to the side stood Phoebe Levin smoking a cigarette lit by the flames. Standing only looking at the crowd before her. It didn’t take long before Carol and the others saw what had happened to their once lacy bralettes. Screaming as they saw the consequences of their actions before them.

“OOHH!” Coral screeched. “YOU BITCH!”

“Exactly!” Phoebe Levin replied. Phoebe then stared at Billy, the same stare she gave him in the halls a while ago. She flicked the last of her cigarette onto the ground, then stomped it out. She only smiled as she passed Carol and them until she was face to face with Billy.

“I don’t know what your game is, but I don’t like it so leave me out of it.” She stated to him.

“I don’t think so, this only made me want more.” He grinned at her.

“PHOEBE LEVIN!” The familiar call of the principle called, she wasn’t getting out of this easily.

“That’s my que…” She said as she left him there.

Billy did not know what else to say. He was glad she walked away because he would have been speechless. Billy knew what he wanted and he wanted her, he wanted to be with her. And he’ll have to work a little harder to get her. He doesn’t mind cause once he has her. He won’t let go.

I hope you like it!

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littlemoneytoes · 3 months

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Buff Freddy

Hello everyone, I came up with an idea inspired by the amazing artist known as @saltv2. Her latest drawing gave me a funny story idea which I'm excited to share with you all. So, sit back, relax, and get ready for some good laughs and giggles. Also, forgive me if this looks different then the one I have written on DA and Wattpad I wanted to do some fixing of spelling and grammar

Year: 20xx when Goldie had almost taken over the pizzeria once again and had his adult-size body taken away for punishment and he is back in his old body

Freddy had been working hard for months, exercising regularly and taking care of his body to achieve his goals. He knew that he had to be in great shape to keep up with the demands of running the pizzeria and keeping his gang in line. One of his primary goals was to stop Goldie from taking over the pizzeria. Freddy was determined to keep his brother in check, and he put in a lot of effort to make sure that Goldie didn't cause any trouble. Despite his hard work, Freddy was still a friendly and approachable leader. He received a lot of attention from his gang, the toys, management, and even Mike. However, he didn't let the attention go to his head. He remained focused on his goals and always made time for his gang and the other employees. One day, while sitting behind the curtain on the stage, Freddy waited patiently for Goldie to come out and try to cause mischief. He was reading his favorite book, as he had always been a bookworm. The clock struck 12, and Freddy could hear his brother's giggle from behind the curtain. He put the book down carefully and stood up, but he bent down to make it look like he was still sitting. He poked his head out and saw Goldie holding a bucket of glitter glue in his paw and some rope. Freddy guessed that Goldie must be planning to prank one of the gang members. He knew that he had to stop it before Goldie got hurt or caused any trouble. Freddy was always a responsible leader, and he was willing to do whatever it took to keep his pizzeria safe and his gang in line. Freddy: Goldie, come here.

In a calm and firm tone of voice, he addressed Goldie, who was misbehaving. Goldie stopped and looked at Freddy, sticking his tongue out playfully. However, when he saw Freddy start to chase him, he took off running. Freddy, being a muscular bear, quickly caught up with Goldie, who looked back and saw how close the bear was. Goldie started screaming and tried to outrun Freddy, but it was no use. The commotion caught the attention of everyone in the area, including Mike, who heard Goldie's screams from both the camera and his office. Goldie: Aaaahhhhhh Freddy, I'm sorry! Please don't kill me!

The Golden Bear was running for his life while Freddy chased him in the pizzeria, fear evident in his voice. Freddy: I'm not going to hurt you, Goldie. Come here and give your big brother a hug. 😈😈😈😈😈 Goldie was frantically running through the dark, silent hallways of the building, trying to escape the grasp of Freddy, the muscular bear. His heart was pounding in his chest as he could hear Freddy's footsteps getting closer and closer. Goldie never expected Freddy to have gained so much muscle over the last few months, and he was terrified of what he might do to him. As Freddy was gaining on him, Goldie quickly teleported inside the vents to catch his breath and escape from the predator. He knew that he had to stay out of sight and avoid making any noise. He watched as Freddy searched for him, looking around in confusion and anger. Goldie waited patiently until he thought it was safe to come out and continue his escape.As Goldie poked his head out of the vents, he suddenly found himself in the tight grip of a big brother hug from Freddy. Goldie was scared out of his wits, thinking that this might be his last moment alive. But to his surprise, Freddy began to purr very loudly, as if to soothe him. Goldie soon realized that Freddy was not going to hurt him, but was trying to comfort him. Goldie broke down in tears, crying like a big baby. He felt relieved that he was not going to be harmed by Freddy, but still felt scared and helpless. Freddy continued to hold him close, cradling him to soothe the crying bear. After a few moments, Goldie calmed down and sniffled a few times. Freddy then carried him back to the backroom, where he placed him gently on the bed.

Freddy: Please stay here. I will get you some food.

Freddy gave instructions to Goldie before leaving the room to get some food for his little brother. He kindly asked Goldie to remain in bed and suggested that she curl up a bit to get more comfortable. He made sure to close the door behind him before heading to the kitchen to prepare some food for his sibling. T.B.C I apologize if the story was too brief. I ran out of ideas, but feel free to create your own stories about what happens next. Additionally, I believe sharing more AGA stories will help everyone ease their stress, whether it's related to the SaD incident, school, or relatives.

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nobedofroses · 6 months

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December 1st

pairing: Din Djarin x reader

warnings: just fluff!

words: 626

a/n: very excited to be starting this again! @toomanystoriessolittletime tagging you for day 1 💖

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You walked into the cargo area, everything cargo related pushed to the side, and sat down next to Din and Grogu. The plate of cookies in your hand was deposited between all three of you and the two mugs of spiced cider set between Din and yourself.

As you got fully settled, Din looked at you and you looked at him for real and inhaled sharply, trying not to break into laughter at the sight of his face. Din’s unhelmeted face was splashed with purple paint, and looking down, the rest of his simple clothes had multi-color splatters, tiny colorful handprints, and lots of smears of paint.

You coughed once and then cleared your throat and then grabbed your mug to try and hide your smile behind as Din gave you a death glare.

“I can’t believe you talked me into this.”

“Oh come on,” you reasoned, setting your mug down. “Are you telling me that you would really deprive the baby of his art?”

For the past couple weeks, Grogu had been drawing with whatever he could get his hands on, on any flat surface there was. Namely the walls. In an attempt to channel this need for artistic expression into something that didn’t require such constant cleaning, you had convinced, well asked, Din to buy some paints and paper.

He had come back from the market about three quarters of the way through your baking and had taken Grogu to the cargo area to begin while you finished up. They had only been at it for about 25 minutes, but, evidenced by Din’s clothes and face, Grogu was a prodigy.

You looked at the little green child across from Din and asked, “What have you made, honey?”

He held up his piece of paper, heavier to withstand the paint, and turned so you could see better. In the process, he accidentally swiped the bottom of the painting across Din’s knee, further dirtying his clothes. You stifled a laugh.

The painting, now that you could see it, had many handprints and fingerprints, and swirls all over it, depicting… nothing you could recognize.

“Oh, it’s beautiful! Look at those colors! And I like how you used your handprints,” you told him with a solemn nod and he babbled proudly.

“Are you ready for your next piece of paper? Or are you still working on this one?” you asked, looking around for the pad of paper that Din had bought.

Din held it up from the ground on his far side, and you saw another handprint on it, not bothering to hide your giggle this time.

Grogu nodded, said some things in baby talk and pointed at the paper pad. Din dutifully tore off another piece and you took the finished paper to set to the side so it could dry.

As Grogu got started, you leaned in close to Din and whispered, “Where are the brushes?”

Seconds went by and you watched Din’s face morph into disbelief, seemingly at himself, “The brushes.”

“And you’re trying to blame me for the mess, silly man,” you laughed softly and nudged his shoulder with yours. “You’ll have to get some tomorrow.”

“Yeah tomorrow,” he agreed, but before you could say anything else he kissed your cheek and then turned to kiss your lips. The two of you indulged in a longer kiss until Grogu got your attention so that you could help him with something.

A week later, the whole ship was papered with paintings, some abstract, some a little more detailed with the brush, and some that were just one solid color across the entire piece of paper. But your favorite was the one taped to the console of the ship with three different sized handprints on it.

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late-to-the-party-81 · 1 year

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Whatever you need

AN: Thank you to the anons who sent me asks about the boys looking after Cali when she’s having her period. I didn’t follow the suggestions to the letter, but hopefully you will still enjoy this fluff tinged with a small amount of smut.

Beta’d by @lfnr-blog-blog-blog

Dividers by @firefly-graphics and moodboard by me

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Relationship: Engineer Bucky x Reader (Cali) x Artist Steve

Word Count: 1.2k

CW: Period fic, soft loving boyfriends, clothed thigh-riding/soft smut, lots of kissing, soft dirty talk - kinda.

You didn’t know why you were so surprised by your boys being so in tune with your body, but every month - or rather every 31-33 days - you were still taken offguard.

Initially you thought it would be difficult for the two men to understand the waxing and waning of your menstrual cycle, previous partners having never cared, but they’d proved you wrong.

“Darlin’ we know how to take you apart with the merest touch, what makes you think we don’t know what’s going on down there and how it all works?”

You lay on your side on the bed, Bucky pressed up behind you with his large warm hands splayed across your cramping abdomen. He’d found you here, in your baggy sweats and vest, not needing to ask what was the matter when a wave of pain made your features twist in discomfort. He’d just whipped out his phone, called Steve to tell him to bring home snacks and supplies, and then snuggled up behind you.

“Well, to be honest most men are either ignorant and/or don’t care.”

“And those guys are bozos. How can they not want to understand? If they have menstruating people in their lives who they love and care for, understanding it just makes sense.”

His right arm was moving, drawing slow circles on your stomach, soothing your aching body.

“I remember talking to my doctor once, about my periods. Before I’d even started he asked if they were still regularly every 28 days. Part of me wanted to tell him that I was the fricking moon, and that not all women are like that. When even health professionals can’t get it right…”

You trailed off. Sure, your guys knew a lot, but you would admit you hadn’t plumbed the depths of their knowledge on the subject.

“I know, sweetheart. I got three sisters. I know more than I ever thought I would. 17 year old me got my eyes opened wide the first month all three of them and Ma synched. My pa just came home, dumped a load of candy on the table and told Ma that he and I were going out for boys' night.”

You giggled at the mental image of young Bucky, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights, not knowing what to say in the face of a multiple progesterone crash.

“‘N by extension, Stevie knew all about it cos he was always hanging out at mine when his ma had to work nights.”

You turned your head to look over your shoulder at him. His misty grey eyes looked back at you and his cheeks and chin was covered by a short layer of hair. Fuck, he looked delicious. You needed to distract yourself.

“So, here’s a test for you. Why are there different sizes of tampons?”

“Easy- different flow rates.”

“How often does a woman need to change her tampon?”

“About every 6 hours. Don’t leave it in for more than 8. Come on, give me a hard one here!”

You pondered for a moment.

“When does a woman grow her eggs.”

“Grow them? When she’s still in utero. Which means when your mom was pregnant with you, there were three generations in the same body. But your ovaries take turns maturing one each month.”

It was a bit awkward to press a kiss to his lips, but you didn’t care.

“My, you are clever.”

He smiled against your lips.

“I know…”

His lips roved gently over yours as his hand continued to stroke your stomach, slowly but surely stoking a fire within you. So much for distracting yourself. You always got horny on your period, your jumbled hormones doing a number on you, but you always felt a bit ‘wrong’ doing anything about it.

Reluctantly you pulled your lips away from Bucky’s, giggling as you felt his erection nudging your ass.

“Need me to help you out with that?”

Bucky turned you in his arms so he could look you in the face, brushing his nose against yours and cupping your face.

Let’s just focus on you, darlin’. Orgasms are good for cramps.” His voice was a purr, his lips brushing over yours before he sucked your lower lip into his mouth and ran his tongue over it. You pulled away with a laugh and smacked at his chest, but your doubts were crumbling.

“Bucky! You’re such a horn-dog!”

He chuckled and pulled you closer, slotting one of his thick thighs between your legs.

“Can you blame me, when you and Stevie are so god-damn sexy.”

“You’re not too bad yourself…”

“Flattery will get you everywhere and everything you like.”

You nipped at his jaw and heard him drag in a sharp breath.

“Didn’t think I needed to flatter you.”

“Okay. You got me.”

“And you got me.”

He kissed you again, his hands slipping inside your sweats to knead your ass and gently move you up and down his thigh. Okay, now all your doubts were gone. Vanished. Poof. There was only Bucky and how good he was making you feel. You wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair as you breathed soft whimpers into his mouth.

Up here, in the top floor bedroom, you didn’t hear the front door open and close, but you did notice when the bed dipped behind you, and the smell of Steve’s cologne enveloped you.

His breath tickled your ear as his large hands, with their long, tapered fingers, slid up your vest and started to stroke over your sensitive breasts.

“Hey, baby. Bucky helping to soothe those pesky cramps? You nodded and let out a muffled mmm-hmm as Bucky continued to kiss you.

“Well, just enjoy it, Cali. Let us make you feel better.”

Steve’s thumbs brushed gently back and forth over your nipples and you gasped, throwing your head back. His mouth latched onto the side of your neck, while Bucky shifted to your collarbone, his hands still on your ass, rocking you.

You could feel the pleasure building in you as the friction across your clit sent shockwaves through your core, coupled with the gentle teasing of your breasts. You closed your eyes and just let yourself drift away on the rising tide, small whimpers and moans making their way past your lips

“Just let go, darlin’. That’s it.”

“So beautiful, baby.”

You were surrounded by your boys, being loved and cared for. You couldn’t believe how lucky you were.

Finally, you crested, a soft ecstasy filling your pores and surrounding you like a fuzzy blanket. Steve and Bucky continued to kiss you and pet you until you slowly relaxed into the mattress. When Bucky pulled away from you, leaving the bed, after a quick readjustment of his pants, you let out a little whine, not really to be dragged from your comfortable, warm spot, but Steve just wrapped his arms around you, a mirror of how you’d been lying with Bucky only 30 minutes ago.

“Ssshhh, Cali. He’s just gone to run you a bath. And you're gonna have candles, and wine, and candy and that relaxing music that you like. Sound good?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Nothing’s too good for you, sweetheart. I hope you know that. Now, you rest here, and have a little snooze, and I’ll wake you up when your bath’s ready.”

“Okay, Stevie.”

You drifted off, with a smile on your face and warmth in your heart.

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quicktosimp · 5 months

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Traditions

Kinkmas Day 09

Warnings: Xenophilia (aka Alien Genitalia), Anal, Bottom!Spider, Pegging, Age Difference (6 Years), Size Difference, Sex Toys (kinda, IDK how to tag this), Belly Bulge

A/N: You do not understand how long I've been wanting to make this!!! After talking with @fuckyoumakeart, I haven't been able to stop thinking about it! Also I haven't forgotten your present bby, it's on the way 😘

Again thank you @neteyamsyawntu for this amazing event 💗

Divider by @cafekitsune

Spider has always been Na’vi, no matter what anyone says. I will always see him as more Na’vi than Sully, much to the ire of my sister Neytiri. I may have only been six during the time of the war. Still, I remember Sully before he could speak a word of Na’vi. I remember as he fumbled our ways, and I remember how he betrayed us, the bombs falling from the sky, destroying our home, killing our people, killing my father… I will never accept Sully, the spy, as Omatikaya. And while I will easily die for my nieces and nephews, and I believe Sully would do the same, I hate the way he raises them and won’t hesitate to speak out about it. Neytiri has never approved of how I treat Sully but never said anything about it. The same cannot be said about Spider. She always tries to stop me from bringing him to clan meetings and celebrations, only for me to point out that a spy like Sully gets to go. I say it loud enough to draw attention, quickly shutting her up. There are times I think Neytiri only stays with Sully because she refuses to break a bond made with Eywa, and then she had the kids… maybe once they’re older, she’ll leave him… an ancient tradition of asking Eywa for guidance in breaking a bond, only she will decide.

“Ma’Syulang, what has you thinking so hard?” Spider’s arms wrap around my neck as he stands behind where I am sitting.

I smile at his touch as I lean my head back into his shoulder, “Traditions,” I answer simply.

“What tradition’s exactly?” Spider asked me as he ran his hand through my braids.

“You know, by both human and Na’vi laws, you are more Na’vi than Sully,” I begin.

I could feel Spider stiffen behind me.

“You are a child of Eywa, born on Eyweveng. You follow the Na’vi ways, you speak our language, you are Na’vi,” I finish, placing my hand over his own, “There is a tradition I want to introduce you to.”

“Tìyawn, you cannot just dump all that on me and then start a new topic,” He laughed wetly.

“It is important for you to know because not even Sully can partake in this tradition,” I explain, needing him to understand.

I look back at him, only for his wide eyes to stare back at me, his mouth hanging open.

“Not even? Jake can’t? How can I?” Spider stutters over his words.

I shake my head at him, silencing his words, “I have already talked with my Sa’nu, and she agrees, and as the Tsahìk, she has the final word,” I turn around, wrapping my arms around Spider, noticing the tears in his eyes. I have always hated that Spider thinks so little of himself when he has proven himself over and over again.

I cradle his much smaller body against mine, giving Spider as much love and protection as I can.

“Mo’at agrees?” He questions softly like he can’t believe it.

I nod my head, “She was the one who mentioned it to me,” I answer him, smiling, happy that my mother approves.

Would you like to learn?” I ask softly, not wanting to push him while he’s feeling vulnerable

“I-yes, I want to learn,” Sider answers firmly as he backs away, taking my hand in his.

I locked our fingers together as my tail swished happily, “Then let's get searching,” I urged vaguely, pulling him along.

This sparked a laugh out of Spider, “Are you going to tell me what we’re looking for?”

I flashed him a grin, “Nope, it will all be a surprise for you.”

“Fine then, lead the way,” Spider gave a mock bow.

I giggle at his antics as I continue our way to the grove, not that he knows it exists. It is carefully hidden, mainly to make sure no kids find it. It is only meant for those who are mated. Spotting the thicket of loreyu, I smile giddily.

“We’re here. Go through and look,” I point to the other side.

Walking through the loreyu spiraled down, disappearing and allowing us to walk through. Showing us a clearing of spam, they’re all brightly colored, ranging in every shade of color possible, all in slightly different shapes and sizes, but undoubtedly similar to a male Na’vi’s penis.

Spider’s head was whipping around, his eyes wide, and his jaw slack, like he genuinely couldn’t believe what he was seeing, “Paskalin… Why are we in a field of dicks?” His stunned voice managed to get out.

I can’t help but laugh at his reaction. No tawtute has seen these before, but Spider is not a tawtute, “These are mowan spxam, pleasure mushrooms, they are for two mates to enjoy, they have many uses, but I think you can tell they’re all for sex.”

“Are they dildos?” Spider asks, curious now as he gently touches a rather large orange one.

“Dildos? Oh, those pleasure things made out of plastic, I think that’s what you called it? But kind of. The mowan spxam can live temporarily out of the ground and be replated where you want it to. But the best part is that it bonds with our central slit, both male and female, becoming one with us and giving us the phallic shape to use on our mates. That is why it is ours to pick,” I explain, looking over at some of the younger ones, knowing that a smaller one would be needed for Spider.

“Wait, would I use this on you? Or you use on me?” Spider asked, shocked but not repulsed.

“It can be used for both, but it is primarily meant to be used on the male in the relationship. So he may enjoy the same pleasures as his mate,” I look at Spider and watch his reaction, needing to know if he is alright with this.

He stands there thinking, and I am unable to read his expression from here. I feel my heart race nervously as I wait, fearing that I have pushed him too far.

“How do I choose?” Sider asks, breaking the silence.

I jump from my spot, rush over, and hug him, lifting Spider off the ground and kissing him soundly.

Little giggles flow past his lips, “Yawne, you need to let me down if I am to pick one,” His eyes crinkled as he smiled.

I gently put him back on his feet, “I’m sorry, I’m just so excited for this! For you, Spider! Now you can enjoy the wonderful pleasure you give me every time!” I can’t help but squeal in joy as I rub my chin over Spider’s head, covering him in my scent.

“I’ll admit, I’m a little nervous, but I’m more excited than anything,” Spider admits sheepishly, “Now, show me how this works!” He says, clapping his hands together.

“You pick whichever spxam you want, but make sure you pick one you can handle; you may only choose one in your lifetime. But when you do, you will gently stroke around the base. It will then detach itself and hold onto you.”

And with that, Spider moves around, looking through them carefully. He paused briefly at one green one that was longer and thicker than his arm. After gawking at it, he quickly moved on, finding a patch of younger spxam and browsing through them. But as I took a look, even these young ones were much larger than what I’ve seen a tawtute have. My ears flickered back as I became concerned, wondering if Spider could take any of these.

“This one,” While I was distracted, Spider had chosen one, and I realized that I should have explained better.

In his hand was a deep violet mowan spxam, the bottom of it wrapped eagerly around his fingers and around his wrist. Each color meant something different. Green ones were calm, the spines stayed still, only moving if needed. Red ones were teasing; they would search for your most sensitive spot and only play there. On the other hand, Purple is wild, never ceasing movement, as they would wraith and move; even the stock couldn’t stay still; some were even known for expanding their size. This is the one that Spider chose, covered thickly in spines that are already twisting around, yet it is too late to tell him, as they have already bound.

“What’s wrong with it?” Spider asked worriedly, fearing he had done something wrong.

“There is nothing wrong with it!” I wanted to reassure him, for it was me who failed him, “Purple is known for being wild. Typically, only well-experienced Na’vi choose them,” I bite my lips as I explain this.

“Well, I guess I better learn fast,” Spider’s smile reassured me as his fingers played with the mowan spxam.

Breaking out of my worry, I quickly pulled out a vial I had been carrying. “Yes, I think you should,” The vial was full of oil used for mating, as I had prepared this, hoping it would go well.

“I should have known,” Spider muttered to himself, shaking his head, but I could still see the smile on his face.

“Come here,” I demand softly, holding my hand out.

Spider walked to me, filled with confidence, with love in his eyes. I kneed down to his height as I met his lips with my own. My mating having Eywa’syawn never ceased to fail. I open my mouth to kiss Spider more, dominating his smaller frame with my own as I wrap my arms around him, tugging him closer. I nip at his bottom lip, demanding entrance, which he eagerly gives. My tongue takes over his mouth, filling each centimeter as I play with his tongue. Spider closes his mouth and sucks on my tongue, pulling a moan from me.

I parted from his lips as I looked down at him. Spider’s face flushed a pretty pink as he gasped for breath.

“Take off your tewng, then lay down,” My voice was soft but left no room for argument.

Despite only having one hand, Spider removed the article of clothing and laid it to the side before kneeling down and then laying himself down flat on the ground. His pretty cock was already hard and flushed red, leaning on his abs. His prone body is a beautiful sight. I could gaze upon him all day.

“You’re so pretty, Tìyawn,” I comment as I run my hand along his thighs and up his stomach.

“Not as pretty as you,” Spider says back, becoming distracted by my touch.

I chuckle at the comeback; as I focus back on his thighs, I rub my fingers into the meat of them, gently spreading his legs as I do so. I move down to his knees, lifting them, and place his feet up on my thighs, giving me room to work with. Looking down, I see his puckered hole, tiny and pink. I realized I was lucky that Norm had caught learning about this particular tradition. I may have been furious that he knew, but he and Max created a new oil containing a muscle relaxer, and I am thankful for that now.

“So tiny,” I murmur, rubbing my pinky over the small hole, and even that seemed huge.

A small gasp leaves Spider’s mouth, one of surprise and interest. Opening the vial, I poured a tiny amount onto my pinky, just enough to rub into Spider’s skin. Moving back to his hole, I rub my now slick pinky over it, making sure to get every crevice and applying gentle pressure. If what they said is true, then the muscle will slowly relax, allowing me entrance.

“Syulang, I think you might be a bit too big,” Spider’s voice through a moan.

“Shhh, don’t worry, I’ve already planned everything,” I soothe, rubbing a little more firmly, and I can feel the muscle giving in.

Knowing Spider needs the distraction, I reach up, softly cupping his balls, rolling them in my palm.

“Oh fuck,” Spider’s head rolled back as his eyes closed, enjoying the sensation.

Taking the opportunity, I gently wiggled my pinky inside him. It was tight inside; the spongy walls had never taken anything inside before and were now pulsing around my pinky.

“Eywa!” He gasped.

I wiggled my digit around, trying to make more room or even to fit the rest of the finger inside, stuck at the first knuckle. Furrowing my brow, I pulled my pinky out, grabbed the vial, and placed the tip at Spider’s entrance. The opening easily popped inside, and I poured a good amount of the contents. Pulling the vial out didn’t cause the same popping noise as last time. I put the vial to the side and pushed my pinky in again. This time, it went in with no resistance.

“Tìyawn, what was that? I feel weird,” He asked as I wiggled my finger inside yet again.

“Something made just for you. It is helping,” I explained as I started looking for the spot I had read about.

With Spider’s hole much looser, instead of using my pinky, I switched to my pointer finger; while it was a little tighter than before, there was no resistance on entry. I pushed and prodded inside him, sliding my finger in and out, getting him used to the motion as I continued to look for the spot. Slick sounds from the oil sounded around the grove, mixed with Spider’s moans.

“Slow down, please! I’m close!” He begs me, but I remember reading that humans are much more relaxed after orgasm, so I continue on.

I turn my wrist so my palm is facing upward. I then curl my finger, hitting something spongy.

Spider arched off the ground as his eyes flew open, “Fuck! Right there!” He shouted, as his cock leaked precum everywhere; a small puddle formed on his stomach as his cock twitched.

Laughing, I prodded that spot again and again as I forced my finger in and out. Seeing that Spider was distracted, I pressed a second finger to his entrance, and it easily slid inside. Noticing how easy it was, I pushed in a third finger, which was swallowed up after a slight push. His one furrowed hole is now stretched taught around my fingers, pushing and pulling, trying to follow the speed I set.

“Please, I’m too close! I’m gonna cum!” He squealed.

I wanted Spider to cum, so I took his dick between two of my fingers and moved them in time with my other hand, quickly bringing Spider to his reliance. Ropes of cum splattered out of his dick, landing all over his chest, neck, and face. Continuing my movements on his cock, I grabbed the spxam mowan from his hand. By now, my slit was open and weeping for attention, making it easy to gently slide the bottom of the spxam mowan inside. My eyes dilate at the pleasure, each of my inner tendrils wrapping around and playing with the spxam mowan, locking itself inside me for now. As it locked inside, the outer tendrils started to move more. Excited to play soon, I could feel each spine move as if it were my own tendril. I let go of Spider’s cock, earning me a whine, either from the lack of touch or oversensitivity. I’m unsure which it is. Grabbing Spider’s hips, I line him up with the spxam mowan. His cute hole hadn’t closed, showing me the pink inner flesh. I look up at Spider’s face; drool, tears, and sperm cover his face, his chest heaving for breath. A pretty pink blush covers him, and I can’t imagine a more beautiful sight.

Spider whines, rolling his hips, catching the tapered tip on his open hole, “No more waiting.”

Giving into his whines, I slowly push inside, each spine pushed in with a pop. The tight, wet heat was going to send me into a frenzy, I grabbed onto Spider’s hips harder, trying to steady myself. As I pushed further in, the spines came to life, each rummaging around his insides, trying to find a good place to stay.

“So big, Yawne,” Spider’s eyes rolled back into his head as he moaned.

Yet, I can’t take my eyes off his hole. Bigger than I thought a tawtute body could handle, the stalk was large enough, yet each spine popped inside, spreading his hole farther before swallowing again, and I felt every inch of it, but nothing beats the sight of my hips meeting his ass, the rim of his ass spread white around my fake cock.

“Look at that; you took it all,” I muttered, unable to believe the sight myself.

All I got for a replay was a broken moan. Wanting something different, I moved my hands down to his knees and pressed them toward his chest. I lean down over Spider’s body, taking notice of the bulge in his stomach. I can’t help the growl that left my lips, a mix of a growl and a purr, as I rolled my hips inside, each spine pulling and wiggling inside him, none of them able to settle for a second. Rubbing and pressing every little thing they can find, watching the cum dribble out of Spider’s cock I know they found the same spot.

“My Muntxatan, taking it so well for me, so pretty for me,” I growl out as I slide the mowan back, each spine getting stuck and popping out again as I slammed it back inside.

The scream I got in return was beautiful. I started thrusting my hips, needing to hear more of Spider’s sounds.

“Sl- SLO-, OH FUCk!” Spider tried to stutter out, but I didn’t care.

The tightness from Spider’s hole as he flexed caused me pleasure like I never knew before, as each thrust pushed and pulled on my inner tendrils, building my climax rapidly.

“You really want me to slow down? I don’t think so. I think you’re enjoying your ass being fucked,” I snarled into his ear.

The sloppy sounds of the oil spilling everywhere, as each spine popped in and out of his hole, were filthy in the best of ways. I could feel Spider attempting to make himself tighter around the mowan, and I thrust even harder. The sounds of my thighs smacking his ass was loud that it left ringing in my ears.

“Cum! GonNA CUm!” Spider screamed as he wrapped his arms around my neck, pulling me into a kiss.

I eagerly accept his kiss, pulling Spider closer to me. His body was drawn tight, needing to release. I grabbed his cock again and started pumping his cock. I swallowed his moans as he clenched around me, cum flew everywhere as he erupted. I thrust several more times before my coil snapped. My vision whited out as the waves of pleasure rolled through me. I continued to thrust erratically as I chased the remnants of my high, but as Spider’s whines became desperate, I knew I had to stop. I slide out of him carefully, and I examine his entrance. The once tight hole is now loose and seems unable to close. It was wicking pathetically as oil dribbled out.

“You did such a good job. I love you, Spider,” I say softly, proud of how well he did.

When I received no reply, I looked up and saw he was fast asleep. I chuckled at his plight but let him sleep on, gently cleaning him so he wouldn’t be dirty when he wakes up.