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lewisvinga · 3 months

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young and beautiful | oscar piastri x fem! reader

summary; due to her pregnancy, y/n wonders if oscar will always love her, if he will love her after she’s had their baby, after she’s no longer young and beautiful

warnings; mentions of pregnancies (duh), body image, insecurities, reader is mentioned as religious at the end but it will make sense 😣

taglist; @namgification

word count; 1.2k

note; think this is the longest written fic i’ve done lol

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“What should we ask Daddy to bring us, little bee?” Y/n hums, patting her swollen belly as she rummaged through her closet for her silly pajamas.

Oscar was about to leave a meeting and promised to bring her whatever she wanted. It seemed like the bee, their baby, was craving Mexican food. Y/n hums to a tune as she sends a quick message to her husband before grabbing the silky pink pajamas.

She kept her hands on her stomach out of habit. Now that she was nearing 8 months, her stomach had grown significantly. She missed her small bump from the first trimester, but having a huge stomach was inevitable.

Y/n lets out a deep sigh as she takes off the maternity dress she wore for errands. She glances in the mirror and notices the bright red marks on her stomach. She applied many types of creams to try to avoid getting stretch marks but she couldn’t avoid it.

As much as she loved how hard her body was working for her and her baby, she hated seeing those same red marks. Her mind wandered off to how she was going to look after having her baby.

She’s seen plenty of videos on motherhood. A few talked about how different a mother's body will be after childbirth. Many gain weight and many have loose skin that will stay forever unless they get plastic surgery. She’s also heard stories of women whose husbands or boyfriends left them due to how different their bodies looked afterward.

Y/n began to overthink as she stared at herself in the mirror, dressed in nothing but a comfortable pair of bra and underwear. She knew she would no longer have the body she had before becoming pregnant.

Her skin will be all loose. Her stomach will be all flabby. Her chest will become bigger than usual and most likely end up uneven from breastfeeding. She was absolutely terrified that Oscar would no longer love her.

Even if the Australian driver practically praised the ground she walked on, Y/n was terrified of him leaving all because her body wouldn’t look the same. She hadn’t realized how much time had passed and how her eyes were tearing up until she heard his voice.

“Y/n? Love, where are you?”

“I’m changing!” She calls out in a panic, pushing her thoughts to the back of her head as she rushes to put on her silk pajamas. She rushes out of their shared room and down the stairs. Oscar calls her to be careful as she approaches the dining room.

“Osc! We missed you.” She says with a soft smile, wrapping her arms around him as much as she can despite her belly. He kissed the top head in reply and gently patted her stomach.

“Hope you’re hungry because it smells amazing.” He says with a chuckle, taking the boxes of food out from the brown bag. Her craving for Mexican food quickly covered up her insecure thoughts from moments before.

She had forgotten about them until she had just finished doing her skincare routine before going to bed. She had struggled a bit to lean down to wash her face.

Oscar was quick to notice her mood as she walked waddled back into their shared room. She lets out a huff, laying down on her side beside him, and keeps her eyes on the TV playing some random movie.

“Love, are you okay?”

Silence fills the room as Oscar asks the question. Y/n couldn’t help but tear up at his gentle tone. She felt stupid for overthinking that he could ever leave her when he’d do everything for her, even stopping by the grocery store after getting take out because she only liked a specific vanilla ice cream with her churros.

“It’s stupid.” She mumbles, wiping her tears away before he could notice. Unfortunately for her, he immediately noticed. The McLaren driver furrowed up his eyebrows in concern as he shuffled closer to her, gently wiping away her tears.

“It’s not stupid if it makes you cry, my love.”

“It’s just-“ She began, pausing to take a deep breath. “My body looks so different. I appreciate it for growing our little bee but it’s going to look so different. I already have so many stretch marks and after I have our little bee, my stomach is gonna be all flabby and stretched out!” She cries out, turning to look at an even more concerned Oscar.

“Love-“

“And I’ve heard stories of husbands leaving their wives after childbirth and after getting older and having multiple children. I’m not gonna look the same as I did a year ago, Oscar.” Y/n takes a deep shaky breath, letting the tears go, “I’m scared you’re gonna take a look at me with disgust. Will you still love me after? When I’m no longer young and beautiful? I hope you will. I mean, I know you will. But it’s just-“

“Y/n.” Oscar interrupted her, cradling her tear-stained face with her hands. He wiped away the tears from her rosy cheeks as he gently kissed her. “I will always love you. From a year ago during hot summer nights in mid-July, when we were wild, to a year from now when we’re holding our baby in our arms. Y/n, you’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on. I love everything about you, your pretty face and electric soul. Yes, your body will look different but that’s because you’re working so hard to give our little bee the growth she needs. But I will always love you, when we’re young, when we’re old, and when we’re nothing but souls floating around.”

His words made her tear up even more. He lets out a chuckle, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and pulling her in close. “See this?” He questions, holding up his hand and showing the gold ring on his ring finger. “You’re stuck with me forever whether you like it or not, my love.”

Y/n lets out a shaky laugh, sniffing as she uses her tear-stained silk sleeves to wipe her nose. She looks up at him with nothing but adoration. Her face immediately seemed to light up compared to how she was feeling before. She reached up to gently caress his cheek. He was like her sun. He always knew how to make her shine like diamonds.

“Bee and I are so lucky to have you, Osc.” She whispered as she leaned in, kissing his lips softly. Oscar pulled her in as close as he could, deepening their kiss.

“More like I’m lucky to have you.” He whispers against her lips, “I’d be dead without you.” He adds as they pull away. She lets out a small laugh, lightly hitting his shoulder as they settle in bed.

She wasn’t overthinking anymore due to his reassurance. She lay against his chest as they watched the movie that was playing softly in the background.

Y/n started to get tired when she noticed Oscar became fast asleep. She lets out a yawn and gets comfortable against his side but not before whispering a quick prayer.

Dear Lord, when I get to Heaven, please let me bring my man. When he comes, tell me that you’ll let him in. Father, tell me if you can.

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iplayghoul · 4 months

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wet pussy crybaby .ᐟ simon 'ghost' riley

a/n: 2.1k words.. gun play/gun kink, masterbation descriptions, nudes, use of food for sexual innuendos, simon is a bit mean & strict, use of "doll" "sir" "daddy." an excerpt of da roleplay fic which may remain unfinished sorry yall 🫶🏽

"Please, Simon, c'mon," You beg sweetly as the man mentioned cooks you dinner. You're bouncing on the balls of your feet, anklet jingling and glossy lips pouted. It was actually out of character for you to beg despite the kind and lovely person you were, but you really wanted this. Your strong, buff husband continued to make the creamy alfredo sauce, "Sweetheart, we spoke about this. Not gonna' happen." His rumbly accented voice tells you.

When Simon's not on deployment, you both like to spend your days wasting away in the comfort of your cozy home.

The shared space was like a pleasantly sized cottage, garden overun with an array of several differently coloured rose bushes, a gorgeous pond and vegetables planted out; many were gifted by Simon's co-workers who knew you loved gardening. The inside of the home reflects the softness and brightness of the outside too! Often you'd be baking sweet treats: cakes, double chocolate chip muffins, churros and rice crispy edibles (sometimes, even brownies!). Watching cartoons, old movies, decorating with soft pinks, greys and browns, to your delight. The entire home looked like an explosion of marshmallows and chocolate; evidently an outward reflection of you that Simon enjoyed.

But, when the big, strooong man comes home, he's often marching through your garden: rushed. He's clad in all black and dark army greens, balaclava snug above his nose, brows furrowed and eye-paint still darkening his complexion. You're quite sure he remains suited up because he knows you like it, considering that he could always change before! It's a sight to see surely, and you can't help but remember that this is the same man who watches the little videos you make and the photos you send.

You imagine him clad in his bulky gear, sitting behind his desk. Just back from a mission and receiving word that you'd supplied him with a letter. Among the words you take the time to write out each letter of a couple links, not too sure how else your man will access them. Simon's heart beats like the bass of an R&B song, with every click clack of his keyboard. Typically, on his screen will pop up a video of you: pretty puffy pussy spread wide and leaking. Your fingers achingly stuffing your cunt desperately, sloppily stroking in and out while seeping cries of his name. Your voice was thick and creamy, satisfying to his ears much like the endless stream pouring out your pussy like silk.

Ghost. It's what you've been calling him in the videos you send while he's away. And each time you say it, he can't help but stare at your clit, your cunt like a juicy chocolate covered strawberry dipped in whipped cream; each chant of 'Ghost, Ghost, Gh- ah Ghost!' was the quicker you played with the soft sensitive mound at the tippy top of your pussy.

Considering this, it was no surprise to Simon when you'd asked him to get all his gear on and fuck you with his fat dumb dick. But, he enjoys depriving you of what you'd like, waiting for you to become impatient like you are now. You'd deflated. "C'mon Si', pleaaase?" You drift from around the edge of the kitchen island to wrap your arms around his waist. He drags you like light weight behind him as he pours the pasta into the pan, finishing up dinner and continues to ignore your request. "Please, please, please," you beg once more, pushing your pout out as much as you could and batting your eyelashes up at the man as he turns to face you beneath your grip, leaving your chin propped against his pecs.

He draws a hand behind your head, slipping his hands into the roots of your braids and tugging lightly to keep your eyes on him. "You're such a doll, you know that?" He lets out a chuckle. You nodded but huffed. He was always so... mean n' proper n' teasing! "Simon Riley, answer me right the fuck now." You blinked up at him, and he only purses his lips with a soft smile before releasing your hair and removing your arms off him. "Why don't you be a patient little thing, hm?" He rubs his hands on your hips, moving to grab your plates to serve dinner. "Wait 'till you've stuffed your stomach full. Okay love?" You squint a little, "Know I'mma hold you to that, right?" And he nods.

Dinner goes by silently. And you're beginning to think you're going insane. The reason being, your clit is fattened and pulsing in your panties. Your relatively good mood is being slightly dampered and the pout returned to your lips due to the ache. Your panties uncomfortably stuck between the lips of your pussy! And with each bite of the ooey gooey pasta, you're attracted to the way it slithers and slides between your lips. You can only imagine it as Simon shooting sticky strings of his cum onto your pussy. It's soft n' mushy on your tongue and oh, you think you should suck Simon's cock good just for making this yummy meal. Does your pussy feel this warm n' sloppy n' slippery on Simon's cock? You ache. "You alright, gorgeous?" He queries, gathering up his dish along with yours and taking them to the sink for washing, you get up quick and follow him. "Lemme wash it up, baby. You done did all the cookin'."

Simon observes you curiously, noticing the way that, despite your busy body cleaning up his marvelous work: your thighs were pressed together tight. Folding his arms, he leans back on the counter behind you before his deep voice sparks you out of your dream world when you finished up the dishes. "Alright mama, how about you head upstairs and wait for me while I get changed, hm?" You stop and stare— Do you focus on his orders, or the way that familiar petname sounded in his accent? Then, shuffling towards him, hopeful. "Wait–? Don't play w'me right now. You're gonna do it?" Eyes blown wide like Bambi as you peered up at your husband who remained stoic. "Ass up. Face in the pillows, understood?" You swallowed the cherry-like lump in your throat, tummy tingling while you struggled to find the words to respond. Simon pushes himself off the counter, straightening his height above you, his hazy eyes hold a thousand words. "I said, is that understood?" What feels like sparkles prick about your body and you whisper out, "Yea- Yes, Sir." Then, quickly finding yourself where Simon wanted you.

With long, honey blonde braids splayed across the pillows, your eyes were closed on inhaling Simon's refreshing scent. You're not sure how to describe it really, it was a pleasant musk he just had on him, whenever he got out of the shower, perspired, or just didn't wear deodorant: the yummy scent of him stuck to his skin. Surrounding you and Simon's pillow however, were the several Sanrio plush cushions he'd purchased for you. You enjoyed the comfort they brought to the bed and they all smelt like you, so who was Simon to complain. The more you layed there, ass arched up into the air you began to realize you should've stripped down. "No fuckin' way, man," you mumble beneath your breath and make moves to get up and strip out of your white cropped tank top and black fuzzy shorts that rode up your thighs and into your ass. Much like your pretty patterned panties.

As quickly as you got up, you stuffed yourself back into the pillows, the sound of heavy weighted, steel tipped boots bouncing off the walls and gracing your ears. Eyes screw shut and you feel your clit throb, hard. Your mind follows his footsteps as the beat against the tile floor. You lick your lips, by now every glob of peachy lip gloss was gone. You feel some objects drop onto the bed and you flinch, gripping the pillows a little and peaking an eye open. Hard hands grip the fat of your thighs, squeezing 'em tight, moving up to your shorts, then gripping onto the soft material at your hips. Simon's fingers tickle you and you're holding your breath. He pinches at the material, slowly peeling the shorts off you and you notice his hands are gloved when they brush against you.

Cold air meets the roundness of your ass. You weren't wearing a thong, but your panties exposed the majority of you. They'd stuffed themselves between your ass and suctioned itself to your sticky cunt. There wasn't a doubt in your mind that Simon couldn't see the wet patch. A gloved hand massages the fat of your ass, slightly pulling on the hem of your panties. He'd rip them off you in a swift motion. Except, the only thing that was swift was the loud crack of his palm, stinging your ass. You whisper a squeal-ish 'oh my god' when you hear the smack split the silence in the room. Eyes wide, already springing tears but you choose to withhold your sounds as much as possible. Simon was finally giving you what you wanted, you weren't about to ruin this shit.

Soon comes another smack, smack, smack on your ass. And with each one you let out a strangled moan with a sniffle; tears kissed your pretty cheeks and your ass has the darkest shade of red imprinting itself on you. Simon moves slowly, giving your pained ass a pinch. He then hooks his fingers under the hem of your panties again, sliding them off you slow. You hear a low groan come out if him as you feel him peel it away from your pussy. The sound gracing your ears almost makes you yelp. Like a starved little thing, jumping at the slightest crumb he gives you.

With your pussy exposed, you feel him shuffle off the bed, walking around a few times. Like he was observing you, then pressing back onto the bed. Then a rough hand collects your braids off the pillows. His closeness almost got a whimper out of you but you didn't dare try to look at him. Holding your braids in hand, he ties them up to a loose bun, your head jerking roughly with the manhandling. As if at once he's pulling your body up by your hair, unclothed nipples below your tank top hardened and printing out perky. Your back is uncomfortably pressed up against his uniform or... whatever equipment he was wearing. "S– Simon," You breathe out raggedly, not sure what to do with your hands given your exposed position. "Is that my name?" You hear his voice rumble deeply right above your ear, it's slightly muffled too and you don't know what to think anymore, looking up at the ceiling that seemed interesting. "Ghost, please." You mutter out, and that's when you feel it.

"What is it? Do you want dick? Is that it?" There's a long, cold metal barrel dragging up the bottom of your thigh and pushing at the fat of your ass. "Y– Yea... yes daddy, that's what I want." You can only think it's his gun thats touching you.

You hear the gun click and shut your eyes, assuming that meant it was ready to be shot when the trigger was pulled. Your cunt was cold and lonely exposed to the air. Whatever slick had built up before was almost gone, but it only left you aching for more. Then you felt the tip of the gun press to your temple. And you could see more of Simon than you did before, because now his entire, huge arm was basically in your view as he held the gun up to your head. "G- Ghost?" You can only stutter out, feeling a sob begin to grow at the bottom of your throat, and it took everything in you to resist putting your hands up to hold his arm. His tattoos, peaked through the black uniform, but your eyes were trained on the hand holding the gun above your eyes. "Don't you think you have to work for it?" He grumbles. And he moves his hand from your braids, your body drops to the bed but he's already roughing you back into the position, holding you by your neck this time. Now you can fully see the gun and your tears continue running freely.

He brings the heavy metal weapon up to your face again, tapping it against your lips like it was the tip of his dick. "I asked you a question, didn't I? Aren't'cha gonna' work for this cock?" Suddenly you're all wet again. "Yes, Ghost." You speak out slowly. "Open your mouth then." And you do, plump lips drop open, eyes remaining trained on the gun.

annddd thats all i got 🤭 DONT BEAT MY ASS YALL LMFAOO

#﹒﹒﹒💗 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦: 𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 💌 𓂃 !#simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader #simon riley fluff #simon riley smut #simon ghost riley smut

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whumpypepsigal · 3 months

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so i found a new blorbo CHARLES SUN and…

you would have to sedate me i’m sorry

*feral* the show is so good, excellently paced and well-acted…. plus, it has all the stuff we enjoy the most:

whump, crime family, family drama, daddy issues (MAJOR!), mommy issues (MAJOR!), well-done action sequences, trauma, “protect the family” sense of duty mindset, lots of baking (by my poor blorbo charles as a coping mechanism), sibling issues, oldest son vs youngest son dynamic (- two brothers, who have both spent their lives competing for attention, approval, and freedom; in their own different ways -), conflicted tortured oldest son, did i mention major daddy/mommy issues and PLENTY OF THE GOOD OL’ EMOTIONAL WHUMP.

and oh their troubled mother is played by THEE MICHELLE YEOH !!!!!!! ✨MOTHER✨

ahhhh charles, his father brainwashed him, turned him into a ruthless killer and put him through so much trauma. my man just wants to have a normal life, bake pastries etc and reconnect with his mother and brother. like look at him (HE NEEDS A HUG AND SEVERAL CHURROS)

i am a sucker for this type of genre. 10/10 no notes. HIGHLY RECOMMEND MY FRIENDS, GO WATCH IT 🎉.

#🚨made some gifs so will post it soon-ish🚨#i have again fallen deep in love with another netflix show so now gotta get worried if they will renew it or not FML #the brothers sun spoilers #the brothers sun #the brothers sun netflix #eileen sun #charles sun #bruce sun #michelle yeoh #justin chien #sam song li #yeah my first 2024 hyperfixation started off good lol #im on my second rewatch at the moment #obsessed!!!!!#the way charles turns into a scared little puppy whenever he sees his ruthless triad leader father #the scenes with the brothers and their mother are my fav acting scenes… so full of angst heartbreak palpable emotional pain ahhhhhh #plus the soundtracks in the series are absolute bangers #my rants #my posts

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zorosleftmantit101 · 11 months

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One Piece characters, as shit I've sent to my group chat.

Characters: strawhats + law kid and killer

C/W: swearing, I have zero shame

A/N: my stomach is sore RAA 🇺🇸🦅

Luffy: Guys, I'm gonna kms, I just dropped my slushie.

Zoro: I never apologise I'm always right. Zoro: I am Batman

Franky: Kinda gay ngl Franky: would burn

Usopp: MY DADDY IS MY SUPERHERO

Sanji: I have something very important to say Nami: Kill yourself

Talking about Halloween costumes

Franky: like a sexy cowgirl Nami: If you're coming to my house, absolutely not Franky: Slut Franky: Fine Franky: I'll be grandma Nami: my grandma usually comes and sits outside the house Franky: I will distract her with my cowgirl moves Franky: Yeehaa Nami: KYS Franky: hear me out Franky: Cowgirl with nipples out. *Franky has been removed from the GC*

Robin: I'm going to #hell

Luffy: I sent a vid shitting Robin: god Nami: TO LAW? Luffy: maybe...

Franky: girls cant shit Franky: ideot Franky Your crazy

Killer: I'm so sorry Kid: I'm not Kid: I have no regrets

Usopp: OR I WILL FISH IT OUT YOUR INTESTINES FROM YOUR URETHRA Nami: should probably not go anywhere near my uti riddled pussy rn

Sanji: are you a duck because I wanna check inside your butt-quack Nami: again should probably not be around my nether regions unless you want pink eyes. Sanji: Is its bubble gum pink Nami: It's moss green

Law: Luffy can you please explain to me why I just watched a video of you shitting with very good sound quality Lufft: Ummm uh umm, the real question is, are you hard yet Law: I'm always hard

Luffy: I just ate like six churros I don't know what end but something is projecting out of somewhere.

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lvrcpid · 1 year

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Need need need more of the modern au

ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE. i made this in 10 minutes just for you 🤭

rockets and rollercoasters - modern!au

includes : gn!reader, dad tsu’tey agenda AGAIN!, implied neteyam & ao’nung x reader , lo’ak being hilarious as always , use of (y/n)

at an amusement park with modern!avatar

lo’ak:

— MANNNNN LISTEN

— he wants to ride all the rollarcoasters

— but gets off crying after the first one

— eats hella junk food

— i’m talking cotton candy STAINING HIS FINGERS

— loves loves LOVES THE WATER RIDES

— probably gets pissed off when it’s time to go home

— drags tsireya and you to that big ride where it drops you from like 50 ft in the air

— you’re enjoying it while tsireya and lo’ak are screaming for their parents 50 FT IN THE AIR.

neteyam:

— this sweetheart wins you the biggest bear at one of the stands

— he helps you name it ofc

— you guys name it rob.

— fuckin rob.

— ANYWAYS.

— attempts but fails to get his dad on rides

— he’s definitely a teacups kind of boy

— constantly making sure everyone is good

— poses for the pictures during the rollercoaster drops

— probably does the same ride over and over

— and he drags you along cause why not you know

— probably stops if you complain about feeling sick

— you weren’t you just didn’t wanna ride anymore TEEHEE 🤭

kiri:

— probably didn’t wanna go , neytiri had to drag her to the car

— definitely wearing a sun visor like someone’s nana

— walks around the whole park listening to music

— my girl has a fanny pack and DOESNT CARE

— most likely got on a few rides with lo’ak to shut him up

— i see kiri as a churro girl so definitely spending all her money on churros and overpriced water bottles

— probably got a caricature just for funsies but really liked it in the end

— DIPPIN DOTS.

— okay i’m stopping before shes longer than anyone here

tuk:

— SHES TOO SMALL FOR ANY OF THR RIDES

— dragging jake to the kids part of the park

— “DADDY WATCH ME”

— “i’m watching baby” - a tired father who just wants a break and some water

— probably wore a swim suit under her outfit just in case the park had a water portion, which it did

— her seat was soaking wet when they got back in the car

— made neytiri buy her HELLA PLUSHIES CAUSE “i need them so my squishmallows don’t get lonely”

— our social butterfly made some new friends

— jake sighing cause he has to make new dad friends when he was content with tonowari and tsu’tey

ao’nung:

— WHY IS HE PLAYING BASKETBALL TO WIN YOU A BEAR

— ORIGINALITY IS FREE!!

— loves rollercosters

— and i mean LOVESSSS

— he just goes on the ones that are super high and go super fast

— you know how your stomach shifts when the drop happens

— yeah he lives for that feeling

— probably gets lost in the park and calls you all sassy and huffy

— “come get me damnit.”

— you hang up cause he DIDNT SAY PLEASE.

tsireya :

— probably just in the arcade getting scammed from a crane machine

— crying to her parents abt how she didn’t even get the plush she wanted

— doesn’t even walk near the rollercoasters

— PHOTOBOOTH QUEEN!

— why is she walking around with a turkey leg???

— someone please take that from her??????

— official mom of the group

— she has pain killers , sunscreen , aloe vera???????

— girl came locked and LOADED

— hung around with you until y’all went home cause that sun ZAPPED HER

y/n

— didn’t even wanna come

— your dad threatened to take away your phone

— you jumped your ass in that car so FAST

— you probably got lost too eventually and found ao’nung on your way

— probably eating 4 ice cream cones in 30 minutes cause it was SOOOOO HOTTTTT

— dancing to the music they’re playing cause why are they bumping tyler the creator at an amusement park??

— passing out on a rollercoaster

— okay maybe all of them

— you passed out on all the rollercoasters.

— PROBABLY GETTING WHIPLASH NGL.

a.n// my first ask??? i love this for me??? just a quick reminder my requests are OPEN and i’m glad to see you guys like reading my modern au just as much as i love writing them . my next one has a LITTLE something to do with valentine’s day TEEHEE 🤭

#avatar #avatar x reader #neteyam x reader #awotw #jake sully x reader #kiri x reader #loak x reader #neytiri x reader #sully family x reader #aonung x reader #modern!avatar

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ikeyniofthetayrangi · 1 month

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Avatar AU

Sully Family Trip To Animal Kingdom

Credit help from @neteyamsyawntu

Please do not repost my work on any other publishing site, I worked very hard on it with some help. You can repost here if you wish so that it reaches more people and if anyone wants to draw the Sully Family Trip, feel free but please tag me so I can see it! Also, I do not own the avatar franchise or characters, I just write and post them as a fan of the franchise. I really do hope you enjoy it as it is my first fiction and I feel very proud of myself for actually going through with a fiction instead of just writing it down and forgetting about it completely! Enjoy and happy reading!

It was their first trip to Earth and Jake decided to take his family to Walt Disney World for their family vacation. They were all wearing matching shirts that say "Sullys Stick Together" on the front, and on the back; their names and a number representing their age. Jake already planned to visit Animal Kingdom first as he heard they have an area similar to their home on Pandora.

After they entered into Animal Kingdom; everyone's jaw dropped at the sight of all the trees and animals within the park. But Tuk was the most excited out of all the Sully children. She was pulling Jake to a churro stand and pointed excitedly and spoke with vigor and enthusiasm. "Daddy, Daddy! Can I have a churro please?" Jake looked back at Neytiri, who just nodded in agreement so she wouldn't have to hear her daughter cry that she didn't get one. "Alright baby girl, we can share one." She squealed in delight as she munched on the treat. Kiri, Lo'ak, and Neteyam smiled at their little sister and suggested they ride Flight Of Passage together as a family. "It's just like the real thing back at home sir." Lo'ak was the one who made the suggestion as he was climbing on top of a garbage can that was nearby; a cast member telling him it's not for climbing. Neteyam just shook his head as he laughed. "My baby bro, ever the spider monkey.", he gave Lo'ak a noogie. Kiri just rolled her eyes at their antics, "Quit fooling around and let's go. I want to ride Na'Vi River Journey."

As they waited in line for Flight Of Passage; Lo'ak kept climbing up on the displays and getting into trouble with the cast members. "Lo'ak, stop being so careless. This is not our home." Neytiri scolded him and made to pluck his eyes out. "I pray to the great other that I do not pluck the eyes of my youngest son!" Tuk was just excited to ride an ikran; though she's too young for a real one, this is enough for her.

"That was so much fun daddy!" Tuk loved Flight Of Passage. Neteyam held her on his hip as they headed to Na'Vi River Journey. "It definitely was fun. Especially seeing Payakan jump out of the water." Kiri smacked him upside the head, "That wasn't Payakan you Skxawng!" Neytiri saw this, "Hey! Don't slap your brother." Lo'ak just chuckled silently.

Their experience the Na'Vi River Journey was even more exciting for the family. "Ma Jake, I really enjoyed that one the best! Especially the Tsa'hik at the end." She hugged him tightly and gave him a kiss. Jake just smiled, knowing that his wife had an unforgettable experience. "I'm glad you had fun baby. Hey, where's Kiri?" He looked at the places nearby but couldn't find her. "Lo'ak, those vines are not for climbing!" He shouted at his youngest son who also had Tuk on his back.

Meanwhile Kiri was sat upon a rock with Neteyam by her side admiring the floating mountains. "I wonder how they get them to float like the ones back home." She was definitely fascinated by them. Neteyam just smiles and watches on in silence.

"Hey Neytiri! I found them!" Jake approached the two awestruck teens and pulled them out of their trance with a hug. "Your father and I were wondering where you went; now we know. Neytiri smiled and took a brief look at the mountains. "Come, we're all tired and need some rest." So the Sully Family left the park, with Tuk fast asleep in her brothers arms. They definitely had quite the adventure, and they couldn't wait to tell everyone back home.

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tinytinybumblebee · 10 months

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I saw u were taking nimona headcanons so I wanted to add a couple I have

I think nimona would be a very clingy baby. She likes being carried around and will latch onto her daddys’ arms or legs, forcing them to take her with them all day

I also think that she would like that game where she stands in between balister and ambrosius and they take her hands and swing her up into the air

She also adores the playground. She loves running and climbing and playing with the other kids. She cries when they leave but they can’t stay there forever, it’s nap time now. She says that she’s not tired but falls asleep in their arms on the way home. Sometimes they have to leave before usual tho bc she starts eating wood chips and/or throwing them at the other kids

I think she would also like playing on balisters metal arm. She holds on and he lifts her up into the air. She loves it. He loves it too… just as long as he’s not trying to work at the same time

They brought her too the zoo once and it didn’t go the way they planned. It started out well, they were saying the names of the animals and the sounds they make and she was really into it. But she got a little too into it and started turning into all the animals. It was a lot harder to keep track of her after that so they had to bribe her out of the zoo with churros

She's the clingiest baby everrrr! She'll shift into an itty bitty mouse so that she can sleep soundly in their pocket and be lulled by the sound of their heartbeat ♡♡

The creator actually has art of that!!!! From the "gay dad au"(tho i thiink she's puddle jumping, but it couls be the swingy arm thing, too!♡) aaa💖💖💖💖

Sometimes at the playground, the other kids are playing "royalty" where someone is the queen, the knights, etc- Nimona is "the anarchist who sets fire to the kingdom for the abolition of monarchy" character (which, Ambro has to swoop in before she starts trying to throw the playground pebbles as her "arrows"- Balli is lowkey rooting for her in the background because now he's invested in the storyline xD)

Also- she would have soooo many shark plushies n' stuff! When she's tiny, she'll only drink out of her sharkie cup- that or her hands (nature's cups, as she explains to her Dada when he finds her pouring milk into her cupped hand)

#agere #age regression #sfw #fandom agere #mailbox #nimona

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moregraceful · 8 months

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1) what's been your favorite breakaway challenge gimmick from past all stars? 2) what's the best snack you ever had at a ballpark? and/or at a hockey rink? 3) what do you think nick cicek's goal song should be if the cuda ever supported fun and enjoyment at hockey games?

oh these are juicy! sorry to nick cicek for how much i'm about roast him

i don't think i ever really recovered from maggie and becs showing me the jakub voráček breakaway challenge feat. johnny hockey in the middle of the pandemic. like. what do i even do with that. voráček is just slinging that little man around like a rag doll. "he did for the bit" he did it bc every man in the nhl has at one point or another found johnny hockey the perfect size for hugging and that was voráček's chance for to hug im.

gosh i have only been to five ballparks ever in my life and three of those were in the bay area...i like that the cubs give you your mid-game sundae in a little helmet. that's fun. i mean you're never going to get better than the grandpa selling churros at the san jose giants ballpark, like that's always going to be my favorite, but i do find the wrigley field helmet sundae delightful and have on more than one occasion put the helmet on my dog.

i haven't trusted nick cicek's taste in music ever since he said his pregame hype music was 50 cent's "in da club." girl were you even alive when that song came out my god. oh no i just checked he was three whole years old. oh no help. i really don't trust him NOT to choose "like a g6" by far east movement, so i'm choosing for him based on vibes. since his vibe this year seems to be eldest daughter slash grandpa and he's staring down the barrel of the gun of the end of his entry level contract, i'm choosing two wartime favorites: "jumpin jive" by cab calloway or "sing, sing, sing" by benny goodman. we will never hear them. on pride night, he changes it to the andrews sisters' "beat me daddy, eight to the bar" to be funny and predictably scores his one whole goal of the season, an ot gwg. i would laugh so hard i start crying and would have to go stand in the hallway to calm down. the world (me, raptured with joy to another plane of existence, and henry thrun, psychosexually paralyzed with anxiety) would never be the same

#when i write my cuda wwii postwar au then you will all see....#also while i was deep diving through spotify for the perfect song for cheech i realized #william eklund's goal song if he weren't a coward would be the 2020 rerecord of ''potential breakup song'' by aly & aj #also that someone needs to play and painstakingly explain ''ghost ride it'' by mistah f.a.b. to raski bc i think it would change things #it would introduce several new opportunities for injuries on the cuda. but i think it would be good for morale overall #thank you for this ask. perfect way to end the day!#cage replies #tausendsorgen #bb cuda

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starry-hughes · 3 months

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Charlie and trevor taking a day off to spend with Chase and do whatever he wants🥹

after the issues with his teacher, charlie and trevor decided to take a day to spend with him. they both took a day from work, it was easier to excuse charlie than it was trevor but it was an optional skate that morning anyway.

“mommy! i’m going to be late!”

charlie forgot her and trevor turned off alarms the night before and she had slept in a little. “we’re going to stay home from school today buddy, come lay with me and daddy.”

chase got into the bed and between charlie and trevor. “hey, who’s in my bed?” trevor grumbled, one eye open as chase laughed. “me!”

trevor and chase immediately started playing, trevor was always ready to play with chase and roughhouse a little. “boom i win!” trevor says out of breath as he drops chase onto the mattress. charlie had gotten out of bed in the middle of them playing so she could get clothes for him. “nuh uh, i used my superpower!”

she laughed to herself as trevor and chase bantered about superpowers and illegal powers when it came to wrestling. “get ready both of you so we can go to breakfast.”

chase chose breakfast. he could have chose whatever he wanted but he chose mcdonalds. “alright buddy, what do you want to do today? it’s up to you!”

“can we go see the avengers?”

“like at disney? where uncle alex took you?” charlie clarified. “yes!”

they didn’t protest and trevor was going to pay for anything chase wanted. “can i have a churro?” he tugged on charlie’s hand. “of course baby,” she smiled. when trevor returned with one, he smiled, “you know chase, when your mom was pregnant with you, she wanted one thing one day, do you know what that was?”

“what?”

“she said she wanted a churro and it was the busiest day here! and i had to wait forever to get her a churro and i didn’t even get to ride any of the rides.”

he giggled about it and charlie rolled her eyes. “i would have been fine with a costco churro.”

they rode some rides and chase got to pick out some stuff from the stores. trevor had to carry him back to the car at the end of the day. “he’s knocked out,” trevor says once he gets chase into his car seat and gets all the bags of stuff into the trunk. he looks over and realizes that in the two minutes he had done all that stuff, charlie was asleep too.

#charlie and trevor

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huggybug · 2 years

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dilf day

trevor

them going on a little date with her since they have not had time with her bc of the kids

ok super short because i have a lot of poppy asks now lol

The kids were dropped off at Jamie’s and you were off to Disneyland with Poppy. It had been way too long since you had a Poppy day so since Trevor was finally home, you decided on taking her out for a whole day of special time. Poppy was thrilled; you weren’t sure if it was because you were going to Disneyland, because Trevor promised her a jumbo churro, or if it was just because she got to spend time alone with you two.

“Are you ready to see Mickey?” Trevor asked, looking in the rearview mirror at Poppy. You could tell he was just as excited as she was, practically bouncing in his seat.

“I want to see Cinderella!”

“Right, sorry” Trevor mumbles and you laugh.

...

“Please Daddy!” Poppy whined, tugging on Trevor’s shirt. You were in the third gift shop of the day and obviously her Mickey ears, Cinderella shirt, and princess crown weren’t enough because she was no eyeing up the wall of stuffed animals.

“P you’ve gotten enough already don’t you think?” You say with a chuckle. It wasn’t a big deal, this wasn’t an everyday occurrence so spoiling her today was definitely not a problem. However, you also didn’t want her to go overboard with the shopping.

“But for Lu and Lottie!” She argued and held up a Buzz Lightyear and Slinky dog stuffies, presumably for her siblings.

You look at Trevor who is already picking out more stuffies, the Avengers, showing the other options to Poppy who’s debating between six options now.

“Okay last thing and then no more shopping” Trevor says as you head up to the cashier, a stuffie for all three kids in hand. Poppy grins when she gets hers and doesn’t let go of it for the rest of the day.

#poppy zegras #trevor zegras x reader #trevor zegras imagine #trevor zegras blurb #anaheim ducks #dad au #hockey writing #hockey fic #nhl players #nhl fanfiction #happy dilf day!

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tea-and-finalfantasy · 4 months

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My Akatsuki Gift Exchange 2023 piece for @rukosband; domestic Kakuzu/Hidan with Fū as their child (and Deidara as her fun, chaotic uncle). Hope you like it and have a happy holiday season! :D

Read on Ao3 | @akatsuki-gift-exchange | @foriamproud

It’d been long enough since he’d left his home village for the trauma not to trail behind, to make marks in the dirt right beside his own footsteps, the two almost one singular thing, but sometimes he still wakes in the morning in a particular headspace, as if something lost completely to his subconscious makes him start the day out of body.

Hidan's always been more comfortable with the lively parts of romantic, domestic life: the long, enthusiastic conversations when there's a topic they're both—oddly or understandably—passionate about, like the need for better streetlights in their part of town, it being particularly out of the way and thus relegated to the dark, or whether the definition of a sandwich is reliant on the type of bread, if necessitating bread at all (would two pieces of pizza pressed insides together count as they’re bread-based? if not needing to be bread, what about lettuce as a bun substitute? if—)

Or the kind of spontaneity and innocence that comes with raising kids, especially one as rambunctiously curious as Fū, having Hidan's self-awareness—knowing exactly what she wants and being set on getting it—and Kakuzu's commanding presence, similarity solidified in their shared skin tone and eye shape, but with a loud friendliness all her own.

Whenever things got a bit too serious, being a comforting presence was difficult for Hidan, regardless of Kakuzu’s attempts at reassurance, they two entangled in their own concerns and insecurities, forming a circle where either one could feel a poor support or a burden.

He tried and tried hard but Kakuzu could tell in the way he held himself—tensely, nervously, as if both on edge and unsure throughout the entire ordeal no matter how insignificant the annoyance in Kakuzu’s mind—that he was unconfident, even as he brought his partner a mug of smoked tea with frothed milk the moment he noticed the other stiff and silent in bed, unable to get up.

“Hey, I know we were supposed to go skating today but if you—”

“No, Fū’s been waiting for this all week and she shouldn't have to miss out because of me; you and Deidara will be more than enough company for her. I'll do my cooking and see you both tonight.”

Cooking. His cooking. Something with ownership and purpose and choice; a comfort, a routine, a distraction—but an involved one, not merely something he’d settle for, something that would barely beat back the anxieties, a second of lapsed focus enough to make his hands begin to shake.

Getting up was a blur, the heat of the mug the only thing to ground him and it rapidly going cold, but Fū’s voice from the kitchen broke him out of it, her footsteps clunky against the wood floor, her gait affected by the big boots, by the puffy jacket weighing heavy on her shoulders.

"Papa, Daddy says you're not coming ice skating?"

"I'm sorry, sweet pea," he says as he squats to meet her face to face, his knees cracking when they bend. He speaks quietly, these affectionate words ones only she's allowed to hear—the same reserved, shy attitude he takes when using terms of endearment for Hidan, unused to intimacy no matter his constant longing to practice it.

"Papa had a bad dream last night and needs to rest at home today. Your uncle Dei will keep you company and you make sure to tell him I said to buy you a churro and a big apple cider with whipped cream.”

She gasps and hops excitedly in place, sharing the same mischievous smile with her Papa—she excited at getting the good snacks, he happy because she’s happy (and because Deidara is paying).

"Just don’t eat too close to suppertime, ok?" he says, addressing them both, both Fū and Hidan replying in turn that they won’t, promising to be on their best behavior.

"See you later, love you," Hidan says in a low voice—comfortably, naturally, solid in routine—as he and Kakuzu peck each other's cheeks, as Hidan pulls his coat on and readies himself to leave.

Kakuzu holds Fū's frame gently as she hugs him around the calves and he makes sure to watch them carefully as they go, all the way down the driveway and then out of sight, past the trees, before settling into himself, alone.

One of the first things he gravitated towards once he moved, once untethered from the constricting expectations of his homeland, was cooking. He’s a homebody by nature so the change was immeasurably difficult at the time, softened only by the recipes he scribbled down before he left, but it ultimately allowed for much greater freedom in the long run, the ability to break the constraints of both gender and tradition.

Here, he took whatever wasn’t tainted, wasn’t molded over by abuse, and cooked the liquor off. He learned to knead and leaven like a woman of his village, learned to lay patient overnight and be rewarded for it. He stirred and sat and salted until only the good kept, added and added and added, refusing to mask the taste of his previous home or to remove it altogether, until he could taste the person he was then within the person he is now, could taste the saltwater brine of his youth amongst the garden growth curling against the windows of their home.

“Here, I’ll help you,” Fū beams, genuinely trying to help Deidara up from the ice, despite her small stature, while Hidan laughs, only having a moment to do so before he slips as well.

“Maybe you should teach us how to skate,” Hidan says, letting her help them both onto their feet and guide them towards one of the rink side benches. She’s a natural, just from the few visits here from previous years, but would’ve still benefitted from someone more skilled holding her hand and keeping her steady, picking up the slack when her little legs got tired, someone unusually skilled in many particular things, things necessitating care and meticulousness and grace—someone like Kakuzu.

But beyond the issue of it being a poor mental health day for his partner and the anxiety for both of them over not knowing how long it would span, they’d fared fine today in his absence, Fū glad to see her Uncle, glad to watch the ducks and geese on the other side of the rink’s edge, glad she could get a large drink and a snack, Hidan upholding Kakuzu’s word, even if she only finished part of each, saving the other portion for her Papa.

“That’s real nice of you, sweetie,” Hidan says, patting her head and tugging her close where she falls in height at his knee. “Are you sure you don’t want Uncle Dei to just buy another one?” he half jokes, meeting Deidara’s pout with a lopsided smile.

“No, I want him to have this one. I want to share mine with him because I miss him.”

Hidan and Deidara share a look, rubbed tender by the sentiment, and both move to comfort Fū, no matter how steadfast she is about it on the outside, Hidan smoothing a hand over her cheek and Deidara patting her back.

“Should we bring it back to him while it’s still warm then? I’m sure he’s almost done making dinner by now.”

Fū makes an affirmative noise and heads excitedly towards the concrete outside the rink as Hidan and Deidara cling to one another, mostly unmoving.

“If we ever actually make if off the ice,” Deidara says, grumbling, Hidan chuckling at their predicament, unable to make it a few strides without sliding.

Kakuzu heard footsteps outside crunching over the days-old snow and realized just how dark it’d gotten already, quickly flipping on the porch and kitchen lights, having been cooking and baking just by the inner light of the oven and the delicate decorations strung around the ceiling skirting. He takes stock of what he’s made and piles the used bowls into the sink, content to leave them until later, before sitting down at the kitchen table, humming in relief as he finally gives his shoulders and lower back a break.

“What, does bread not rise with the lights on?” Hidan jokes upon entering, finally getting the door unstuck, a comment, accompanied by Kakuzu’s (and Deidara’s) subtle eyeroll, gone somewhat ignored in favor of Fū’s firm enthusiasm, as if utterly untouched by the fatigue of the day.

“Papa, I brought you a snack! I know you said not to eat close to suppertime but you always cook for us before you eat so you must be hungry,” she says, encouraging him to have a little bite, to take a sip while it’s still warm. She insists like an old grandmother would and Kakuzu can’t help but smile, despite his neutrality on sweets, at both her caring nature and the resemblance to his own attitude, at least in proximity to the elderly.

“How’d your day go?” Hidan asks, pulling up a chair at the table while Deidara helps Fū out of her jacket and boots, letting her lead him by the hand into the other room, he just as eager to see her drawings as she is to show them off.

“Made liver pâté with mushrooms, onions, and bacon—fresh bread for it too—chicken marsala with the rest of the mushrooms as I thought you could use the carbs from the pasta after all that skating,” to which Hidan almost laughs aloud, considering he and Deidara together did about as much successful skating as Kakuzu did today, having been entirely absent.

“Some rum tile cookies but they’re still in…” he continues, rubbing the bridge of his nose and suppressing a yawn.

“But how do you feel?” Hidan asks, wanting to share in the recounting of today’s events for sure but more immediately concerned with his partner’s wellbeing within it.

“Fine. Tired. Took more on than I thought I did but I’ll be fine after a rest. Was thinking of making gingerbread too so we could—"

“Oh, I wanna make gingerbread houses! Daddy says I’m big enough to hold the hammer now!” Fū pipes up from the living room, settled neatly into Deidara’s side on the couch, the two scribbling out a game of Pictionary.

Kakuzu snorts at this, despite his lingering hesitation to give their child (their unreasonably strong and fiery child) a hammer, because not only is the point of gingerbread houses, foremost even to the consuming, the building process, Deidara put this ridiculous idea into her head that part of the fun was to destroy the finished product as aggressively as possible—something immediately solidified in their household as tradition.

“Okay,” he concedes, remaining unable to keep himself from chuckling at her outburst, “you and Uncle Dei can make a big one to smash tomorrow because it’s already late, even for Papa. But you let Uncle Dei help you hold the hammer—and tightly so you don’t get hurt. Don’t put your fingers near the flat part and make sure not to hit your head swinging it back.”

Deidara agrees to the conditions as enthusiastically as Fū does, as if similarly warned against injury, as if similarly given the go-ahead to play, and wraps her in a tight hug before being led over to her drawing table, ready to help draft designs for the most-involved gingerbread house yet.

“You must be in a better mood than I thought to give her clearance for the hammer,” Hidan jokes, taking a swig of mulled wine, just warmed, before offering the same glass to Kakuzu who takes an even larger gulp, lips laid over the afterimage of Hidan’s.

“Oh please, she begs for it year-round. I don’t even think she made any holiday wishes—just completely distracted by the prospect of wielding a weapon.”

Hidan snorts, wine threatening to burn the edges of his nostrils, and wraps an arm fondly around Kakuzu’s shoulders, taking a moment to shut his eyes, to rest his head in the crook of his partner’s neck, to feel him skin on skin at the rare section unobscured by thick, knit fabric, their cheeks overly hot from the fast transition from chill to warmth, from the overwhelming heat of the oven, high in demand tonight.

“I’ll take those cookies out and then we can start on the gingerbread. Just tell me what to do and I’ll handle it even better than I handled skating today.”

“Why, what happened at skating?” Kakuzu asks dryly, once again settling into his personal spot at the kitchen table, wood creaking comfortably, being well-used. Hidan flashes him a goofy smile, twinged with good-humored embarrassment, and lifts the side seam of his shirt while simultaneously tugging the waistband of his pants down, revealing a sizeable bruise extending from his hip to his ass.

“Safe to say Fū’s the only one making the Olympic team this year,” he says, fixing his clothes, and this time it’s Kakuzu’s turn to feel the wine prickle at his sinuses, it threatening to come out of his nose.

#akatsukigiftexchange #akatsukigiftexchange23 #akatsuki gift exchange #akatsuki gift exchange 2023 #naruto #akatsuki #my writing #my posts

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