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ngayawneluoer · 1 year

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eye on you

ˏˋ°��*⁀➷ neteyam x reader

requested! - you’re being picked on by ao’nung and his friends, and neteyam comes to the rescue

word count: 2095

a/n: just as a side note, the two other boys ao’nung and rotxo were with are unnamed as far as i’m aware, so i gave them names - Yel'tam and Teyxll.

It was rare to find a peaceful moment since your arrival in Awa'atlu. Your daily life was painstakingly packed with learning the ways of the Metkayina, but you supposed you couldn't complain.

When the Sully family declared they would leave the Omatikayan people, you begged and pleaded with them to let you come along. You and Neteyam were inseparable; Jake saw a lot of himself and his mate in you and Neteyam, and he didn't have the heart to separate you. So with the approval of your carers, you packed your things and joined the Sullys. You were more than lucky that Jake and Neytiri had allowed you to come, and you weren't about to waste their kindness. They practically signed up to have another unruly kid they needed to care for and you were more than grateful. You would do everything you could to adapt to the ways of the sea.

But at this particular time, you found that everything had already been done for the day, and you could relax on the beach for the first time in what felt like forever. You lay back on the wet sand where the beach met the sea, letting the gentle waves roll over your legs. Kiri was a few meters away from you, her head under the water. She had blabbered something about seeing a crab before dunking her head in the water, but truth be told, you really couldn't care less. You were taking these few tranquil minutes for yourself and yourself only.

Of course, your relaxation couldn't last more than 5 minutes. Not on this island and not with Ao'nung and his friends around. You looked up and saw Ao'nung, Roxto and two other boys you knew as Yel'tam and Teyxll approach, grins on their faces that indicated they were looking to stir up trouble.

"What are you up to?" you said defensively, eyes squinted in a glare.

"Don't you worry your little tail," Ao'nung snickered. They continued their journey towards Kiri, who was still entranced with the underwater creature she had seen. You sat up, guardedly eyeing them with a dubious look on your face.

"What is she doing?" "She's just looking at sand." You heard the group belittle.

You scowled, raising your voice angrily, "Leave her alone, skxawngs," You turned towards them and splashed water at them to get their attention.

Despite your effort, the cruel boys disregarded you and continued chortling amongst themselves.

Now aware of the commotion, Kiri rose from the water, confused, "Huh? What d'you say?"

"Are you some sort of... freak?" Ao'nung taunted.

"He asked if you are a freak," Roxto ridiculed with a condescending smirk, leaning forward towards Kiri as if talking to a child.

Kiri's expression twisted into one of confusion and hurt, and she let out a deflated, "No…."

Having had enough, you angrily got up from the water and stalked over to the four troublemakers. You pulled Kiri behind you protectively before shooting the boys a hateful glare, "Leave her alone."

This only caused them to burst into ridiculing laughter, and Ao'nung grinned tauntingly, "Little forest girl coming to the rescue?" You bared your teeth in irritation, but he continued, "Why bother defending her? I mean, she's not even Na'vi. Look at those hands."

Ao'nung stepped forward and grabbed Kiri's hand before you could stop him, but she instantaneously snatched it back, offended. Heart beating fast, you hissed at him, your hands trembling with rage.

With a threatening glint in his eye, Ao'nung stepped closer to you. All went quiet as he stood above you, his tall frame sizing you up as if trying to intimidate you. Unafraid, you stared back into his eyes with a cold, challenging gaze, a deep-set snarl on your face.

Before either of you could do anything, the sound of Lo'ak's voice as he made his way down the beach stopped you.

"Hey! Back off, fish lips!" Lo'ak shouted, face contorted with rage.

Upon seeing Lo'ak, Ao'nung sniggered like a cat who was given another mouse to toy with, "Aw look, another four-fingered freak!"

"Stop it!" You hissed, which only caused Rotxo to pull your tail, making you yelp and jump away from him, "Look at her little baby tail!"

Lo'ak growled furiously, turning around and slapping Rotxo's hands away from you, "Don't touch her."

"Baby tail!"

"Leave us alone!" Kiri abruptly exclaimed, her eyes widened in anxiety.

The Metkayinan boys remained unbothered. Instead, they shifted to pulling at Lo'ak's tail, and he slapped their hands away to the best of his ability. As stubborn as stone, the boys continued tugging his tail, hollering and cackling about his "baby tail".

With a sneer on your face, you approached Yel'tam, who was pulling Lo'aks tail, "Leave!" You commanded, fiercely shoving Yel'tam away. He budged slightly, vainly chuckling at your attempt before pushing you back twice as hard, causing you to stumble to the sand.

You didn't even register Neteyam arriving, but he was with you in an instant, standing protectively in front of you. He pushed Ao'nang to the side and hissed at his lackeys, making them all step back. "You heard what she said. Leave them alone."

"Oh, big brother coming to the-" Yel'tam started mocking but stopped when Ao'nang raised his hand to signal him to shut up.

You stood up with a huff and brushed yourself off, standing behind Neteyam. He held a menacing finger up to Ao'nang, his voice tense and threatening like you'd never heard it before, "Back off. Now."

Ao'nung, with that stupid look on his face, looked at you, Kiri, then Lo'ak, and finally, his stare fell on Neteyam again. Ultimately, his hands went up in defence as if to admit defeat, even if his face said otherwise.

Tense muscles relaxing, Neteyam seemed satisfied and moved back, "Smart move."

He gently pushed Lo'ak to walk away before turning to make eye contact with you, a silent conversation between the two of you. When you nodded to indicate that you were okay, he took your hand, and the two of you treaded away to join Kiri and Lo'ak.

"Bye-bye!" "They're all freaks. Their whole family."

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Lo'ak stop, and you instantly knew you would not leave this beach unscathed. You looked back towards your headstrong friend with a glare, and Neteyam followed your gaze, "Lo'ak." He warned.

"I got this, bro," Lo'ak said, walking back up to the boys, "I know this hand is funny. Look, I'm a freak, alien." They all cracked up, but you rolled your eyes, knowing Lo'ak was stirring the pot. He wouldn't be entertaining their stupid narrative if he wasn't about to do something stupid himself.

"Watch. First, you ball it up real tight like this. Okay?" Ao'nung watched curiously, "And then-"

Lo'ak punched Ao'nung. There it is. You thought.

Ao'nung, stunned, stumbled backwards into the sand, and Lo'ak was left standing with a scornful grin, "It's called a punch bitch. Don't ever touch my sister again."

Lips curled with fury, Ao'nung immediately got up and tackled him to the ground, but Lo'ak got the upper hand by rolling him over and punching him again. Rotxo and Yel'tam pulled Lo'ak away by his tail, and Teyxll twirled to whip his tail in his face.

Neteyam met your eyes for a second, a grimace on his face. In his mind he was weighing his options, wondering if this was worth the lecture he would get later. He scratched his head awkwardly before letting go of your hand with a quick "fuck it" and running over to join the fight. You watched as he punched Teyxll before driving a knee into Rotxo's stomach.

"Stop it," Kiri said with minimal effort, knowing she was unlikely to succeed in stopping the brawl.

You sighed, rubbing your temple as you watched the scuffle, "Honestly..."

Yel'tam tackled Neteyam to the ground, throwing punches as Neteyam grappled with him. Not that you didn't love Lo'ak, but he deserved to get scuffed up once in a while. Neteyam, on the other hand did not, and you would not stand back and watch your boyfriend get his ass beat just because of his blockheaded brother. You groaned and gave in, rushing over to help your idiots. Within moments you jumped onto the Metkayinan boy's back to pull him off Neteyam.

"This is stupid!" You faintly heard Kiri yell.

You threw a powerful punch at Yel'tam's face but quickly got ripped off him by Teyxll. Neteyam took your place on top of Yel'tam, gaining the upper hand. You struggled as Teyxll pulled you by your hair, making you shriek with pain.

Upon hearing your shriek Lo'ak pulled Teyxll by his ear, but it didn't help much as the boy in question refused to release his tight grip on your hair. Amongst the commotion, Ao'nang and Rotxo started pulling at Lo'ak's tail, dragging all three of you through the sand.

"Ow! My tail!"

"My ear!"

"Let go of my hair!"

You quietly followed Jake behind Neteyam and Lo'ak, mentally preparing yourself for a scolding. Your hair was a complete bird's nest, and you had blood on your lip and sand in places sand should not be. You really hoped Jake would keep this lecture short so you could fix yourself up as quickly as possible.

"What is the one thing I asked you not to do?" Jake scolded as you arrived inside the Marui pod, the three of you looking down in shame.

"Cause trouble," Lo'ak and Neteyam all replied in unison.

Jake looked at you expectedly, and you grimaced, answering to not provoke his wrath, "cause trouble…."

"And what did you do?"

Lo'ak spoke up, "But dad, he was picking on Kiri. He called her a freak."

Jake sighed, looking conflicted for a second, but ultimately shook his head, "Ao'nung is the chief's son. Go apologise."

Lo'ak looked at him in disbelief, "But dad-"

"I don't care how you do it. Just go make peace."

Lo'ak walked out of the Marui, and Jake's attention turned to you, "And you should know better than to join these two knuckleheads."

You nodded, ushering a genuine "Sorry, sir."

Jake sighed, looking between the two of you as if examining your bruises.

"So what'd the other guys look like?" He asked.

Neteyam smiled softly, meeting his father's eyes, "Worse. A lot worse."

Jake beamed tenderly. He was strict, but you could tell he was proud of his sons for protecting their sister, "Good. Dismissed."

You and Neteyam walked out of the Marui hand in hand.

"I really need to fix my hair," you groaned, shaking a hand through your hair, a sandstorm falling from amongst your locks.

"Or we could go for a swim," Neteyam suggested, a grin on his face as he walked in front of you to face you.

"I really don't feel like swimming Nete," You groaned, "I just got my ass kicked; I really don't feel high energy right now."

Neteyam pouted playfully, grabbing both of your hands, "Please. Just a quick dip to get ourselves clean of this sand."

You couldn't help but give in when he gave you those eyes. He had a little blood on his bottom lip, so you reached up to cup his face, thumb rubbing the blood off his lip. You met his gaze with gentle eyes, "Fine. But I swear if anything else happens today, it will end me."

Neteyam chuckled softly, "I wouldn't say things like that with Lo'ak around."

You giggled, "You're not wrong," You paused for a second, thinking over the earlier events, "That was nice of you. To help that idiot when he threw himself into that fight. You are a good brother, Nete."

He smiled fondly, then leaned forward to plant a gentle kiss on your forehead, his hand cradling your cheek, "Thank you, my love. And thank you for helping earlier," he finished, amused, "My little warrior."

"Little? I'm almost as tall as you," You scoffed, rolling your eyes as you started walking towards the dock where the ilu gear was kept.

"Almost!" Neteyam emphasised as he followed you, cheekily pulling your tail, earning him a slap on the hand and a glare.

"I will pluck your eyes out, Neteyam."

He came up behind you, momentarily embracing you and giving you a quick peck, "You love me."

You rolled your eyes comically, "Unfortunately."

Unfettered, he called his ilu and jumped in the water. You smiled softly and followed suit, looking forward to whatever Neteyam had planned.

#neteyam x reader #neteyam #avatar x reader #avatar the way of water #my fics˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

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rustys-lodge · 10 months

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His ward.

Summary : Sherlock notices a few changes in you. It's sleep, nutrition and....Other things. You're just simply not okay. What's he going to do about that ?

warnings : Talk about lack of nutrition, a bit of angst, as well as poor behavior caused by lack of sleep. And one mention of physical assault.

A/N : First sherlock fic ! yaaay ! I'm so excited to add a new fandom to the Masterlist . So, as some of you might notice, the scene's the same. Just a few changes of my own to fit the story better. And a much better ending that I'm sure a lot of us wanted !! 😂 For those that don't know the scene. Here it is.

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"Did i ask you for advice ? I found you on the street. Drunk."

The man froze, turning to face you in a defeating manner.

"Now what may I observe about you ?"

You shook your head. "We're not playing this game."

Let's rewind a few hours back...Where Sherlock was...standing like a crab, balancing himself to not fall drunken face down on the ground. If you hadn't found him and brought him home....You'd say he would've ended up dead, somewhere in a garbage can.

Now Sherlock, thinks otherwise. Mister great detective says it is he, who helped you. How ? God knows how....

He is also saying you should leave....Which...You don't agree with. He needs the help. His place is a mess. he needs cleaning. He needs someone to help him organize the chaos that he's living in...He needs-

"Your eyes are redder than redder than wine." Sherlock started and you take a step back. "You're much slower than you usually are."

"Like you know what i usually am like, Sherlock." Accusations spilled out of your lips, but Sherlock ignores them, simultaneously talking ober you and analyzing you.

"Your face has lost it's color and your wounds are healing very slow."

"You're one to talk, look at you, your hair's more messed up than a-

"And then there's the irritability, you are less-"

"Stop !" Your index found itself inches away from Sherlock's face. And he stops.

"And then there's your nails." Sherlock's voice decreased into a soft tone, yet the sternness was still there. And before you could move your finger away, his hand reached for it. "Your nails are brittle."

You yanked your hand away at his response. "They are n-"

"I wasn't in such a state as to not see that, Y/N." Sherlock leaned closer to your face, the glare in his eyes freezing you in place. And then he kept on blabbering as he walked away from you. And you couldn't help but insult him back concurrently . "You're neither sleeping nor eating. Why is that ?"

Your throat dried up as his words emerged louder and louder. "Sherlock, you- You-How did you-"

"And." Your brother lifted up his arm. God damn it.... "Your neck is red. Someone has gripped it or held a knife against.." a shaky breath replaced that last little word as realization hit Sherlock, his features emulsifying into a state of shock...

Or was it anger ?

Your hand instantly flew up to cover your neck as your gaze darted to the ground. You couldn't help but think about the product of the aftermath. And as the silence grew louder, the images started-

"Are you involved in something dangerous ?" Sherlock broke the silence. Finally. And you glanced away. "Because you are still my ward." Steps grew closer and a second after that, you found yourself towered over by him.

Your foot staggered back. You...You don't n-need him.

"If you need my help, my offer remains on the table." A soft command is what it was...And you couldn't help but thi- "Don't be so desperate to prove yourself, Y/n."

You faltered, scoffing. Is that was he thought it was ? It was that....But did he have to say it ?

"I am not desperate." A fake spark of triumph electrified you. And you found yourself turning on your heels. "And i don't need your- or anyone's hel-"

"Not so fast."

You turned around, somewhat thrilled. "What ?" You spa out.

You might've gotten thrilled. But that doesn't mean you were going to show that to him ?

Your brother threw a glance at you before his gaze fell down. His giant slumped shoulders gave away the desperation and the deceit he was feeling.

Your heart stung at the sight of it.

"What ?" You repeated yourself, a bit louder. Impatience was growing thicker in you. You....Yo-

"If you insist my help is not needed, than i will serve you a plate and i shall observe you e-"

What ? "No!" He can't do that to you !! you're not a pet !

Sherlock raised his hand, motioning for you to stop. "To make sure you are well nurt-"

"No. No." But his attempt to defend himself failed, as you cut him off again, shaking your head violently. How could you not ?? What kind of suggestion is that-

"And you'll sleep here tonight. And then tomorrow you're free to...Not ever come back."

His words pierced through your heart.

"No."

"Okay." Sherlock condensed. And you squinted your eyes at his mischievous s- "Then you're not going anywhere."

There is it ! You...You knew it. Rolling your eyes at him, you tilted your head back as frustration swept over you. "No."

"I'm sorry. But"

"No" You shrugged, turning on your heels. You were not having any of it. Not the accusations, not the suggestion...Nothing. And Sherlock was quite different from Mycroft...He was gentler, sweeter. More loving. That meant : His opinion doesn't matter. After all, who's h-

"Hey !"

You flinched at the sudden yell that echoed through the room. Sherlock's voice was consumed by anger. Hoarse and low, the yell only made whimper unconsciously...And you thanked god your brother was far enough not to hear it. He better not have heard it...

"But Sherlock i-You can't withhold me h-"

"I am not withholding you, sister, I am only seeking your safety and your well-being." The detective's voice simmered down again, almost mirroring yours. The only difference is that you sounded almost weak. He sounded...collected.

"I-"

"If." Sherlock's voice filled the room again. "you do step out of that door, the consequences of that will be solely your responsibility to bear." The softness in his voice sent chills down your spine, as behind it hid a dark pitch that...You weren't sure you wanted to hear again.

With two fingers slightly curved around the door handle, your eyes dart from handle to Sherlock....You reconsidered....Stay and risk him finding out ?(Choice 1) Or Leave and risk...Whatever he has in mind for you ?(Choice 2)

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Tell me which choice would you choose ? if anobody wants to be tagged for part 2 tell me. ❤❤❤🌹🌹🌹

#henry cavil x y/n #henry cavil x reader #sherlock imagine #sherlock holmes fic #sherlock holmes x reader #sherlock holmes x sister reader #enola holmes #enola and sherlock #enola holmes brothers #sister x brothers #sister!reader #sibling!reader #sherlock holmes x sister!reader #the witcher

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eldritch-spouse · 6 months

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https://www.tumblr.com/eldritch-spouse/732374182840696832/ima-make-it-my-lifes-goal-as-the-queen-of-wrath

I'm going to tell Vesper about this in every detail. Also ask him for biggest and fattest attachment in whole Lust

You think he didn't easily sniff out something was different about Kalymir when they attended a meeting and said Icon was inordinately quiet?

Kaly had that signature look of someone who's coping with having a kink that goes against the image they portray of themselves. It's a very specific look, but one Vesper is quite familiar with.

Anyone could see the way the Lust King's smile basically split his face in two- Kalymir might as well have crab walked into the room.

He's certainly sitting odd.

The moment you start blabbering about the details, Vesper shuts you up immediately with a hand to your lips. As much as he's dying to know, he doesn't want you to get crushed into a pulp by the Wrath lord. He makes a gesture as if texting or writing with a pen.

You're going to give him the director's cut script of what happened, the intensity of Vesper's gaze says you don't have much of a choice on the matter.

#Vesper oc #Kalymir oc

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peejsocks · 2 years

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beach party

johnny knoxville x f!reader

a/n: this turned out more romantic than i anticipated? oh and we're pretending sand isn't annoying

disclaimers/tags: nsfw. nsfk. public sex. unprotected sex.

dedicated to the angelic albeit unhinged (affectionate) @boobimagejpg who is my favorite foxville enthusiast

Feet buried in the cold sand, you're pestering Jeff while the cast changes into their attire for the opening of four-point-five.

"We need to go on a vacation together. Like Hawaii or something. I love the beach so much."

"Yeah, you said that thirty times today."

You call him a dick, punching hard at his shoulder. So maybe you had too many fruity drinks from the kiosk, infamously blabbering when tipsy, but it's a nice day and vodka goes so well with strawberries. Can you really be blamed?

"Oh oh, what did he do now?"

With blurred vision, a distorted Johnny draws your attention. Now donning the mandated colorful jumpsuit, his hand gently holds your waist and lips brush your temple.

The pressure in your head caused by elevated alcohol levels in your blood make it uncomfortable when your eyes drink in the sight of your boyfriend, but not enough to force you to stop. The outfit is slightly open on top, providing a perfect view of his neck and a tease of his collarbones. The sleeves are pulled up unevenly, unveiling lean arms, and you're probably hallucinating the drops of sweat that seem to glisten in his skin. Pink really is a nice color.

Johnny obeys Jeff and adjusts the sleeves, breaking your trance. "You alright, sweetheart?"

"Mhm-hm."

Blinking away your thoughts, you pat him on the back and step to the side, feeling embarrassed over the heat creeping up on your neck.

Trying to focus on the incredible visual of the old and new cast in their rainbow arrangement is fruitless. Zach is getting his nose painfully violated by a crab, and all you can look at is Johnny's profile. The lines that formed on his face when he smiled, masculine jawline moving as he speaks. There's no sound except for his accent drenching the words, context of the sentence brushed off by your brain.

It should be disturbing that the rotten thoughts of his hands storming your mind are happening while he holds a live crab.

That delicious laugh ignites a flurry of butterflies in your stomach, silver hair reflecting rays of sunlight and eyes protected by those trusty RayBans. It is all so him, and you love him. How could you avoid succumbing to vulnerable and needy feelings when he's the only thing your eyes see?

Back turned, a desperate attempt to sober up fast leads to chugging two bottles of water. Not before downing the rest of what was in the plastic cup, you did pay for it.

It takes a couple of hours for Tremaine to be satisfied, capturing scripted and candid moments of the crew having fun. You're keeping a distance, dramatically running through all the water these people had and trying to think of non-sexy things.

A woman with the crew asks if you need something, because you look constipated. You thank her, gathering it's very sweet of her to ask and a lot better than visibly horny.

Your eyes are pulled away from a gripping Twitter thread when Jeff confirms it's a wrap.

Clapping with everyone, Rachel's enthusiastic begging to go back to the kiosk and continue the party reaches your ears. Johnny's head turns in your direction, waiting for you to determine whether or not you'd be joining, and he is met with a discreet head shake.

Of course everyone laments his early leave, but thankfully he does not put it on you, instead claiming to be tired.

You waive as the band of loud troublemakers walk up the beach, catching the shadow of your boyfriend slowly getting closer.

"Are you okay? You look really serious."

It stings just a little, feeling bad for making him think you're mad or unwell.

To make yourself clear, you step into his personal space. Hands dragging around his hips and running up his back, your bodies are flushed together. With an audible sigh, you look up with what could only be described as lust.

Your chests graze when you get on your tippy toes to kiss him. It's slow, calculating every move of your tongue to showcase precisely how you feel. It ends with a hum, fingernails scratching his triceps up and down, gently.

"I'm doing pretty good. How are you?"

His fingers digging into the small of your back is immensely satisfying.

"Over the moon. Do you always kiss stray men on the beach?"

"Only the ones that look irresistible in bright pink." Biting your lip works as bait for him to lean in and continue what you had started.

You're nothing if not ambitious, quietly moaning his name and tugging on the collar of the jumpsuit.

Never in a million years would you consider sex on the beach, it would disturb the calming and soulful environment. But with Johnny, there's a high chance it will only add to those qualities, so your heart pounds with a new wish.

Breaking off, eyes locked on his, you nod for your boyfriend to follow, pulling him along by his hand. It's sweaty and big, enveloping your smaller one, the familiarity of the feel of his rough skin enough to stir your desire further.

Although the beach was relatively deserted, you have no interest in being caught, so you take Johnny to a spot surrounded by tall rocks and sort of hidden by a seemingly abandoned wooden house. You had noticed it during one of your 'laps' in the midst of shooting, to 'concentrate'. Clearly, it hadn't worked.

"I'm a little old for this, don't you think?"

Starting to unbutton him, your index hooks on the pink fabric and you take a peek inside to gladly verify he's only wearing boxer briefs underneath it. "Doesn't look like it to me."

A genuine chuckle vibrates through his chest only to be abruptly cut off when you kiss his sternum, trailing up to a sharp jaw and rejoicing in the fast pace of his heartbeat.

Long fingers burn the skin of your neck, guiding your attention to Johnny. "How much do you want it?"

"Let me show you." Teasing his lips with the tip of your tongue, you match his low voice.

Pulling you in, his teeth clash into yours, foreshadowing how messy this is about to get. You fumble with the last buttons of the suit, begging Johnny to not take it off.

He laughs into your mouth. "Yes, ma'am."

Favoring the sandy ground in hopes of being completely out of sight, he's now on top of you, inevitably pushing his boner on your thigh. You need to feel him in any way you can.

Rubbing your hand on your dress to warm it up, it quickly slides down his stomach, taking the opportunity to trace his abs with your thumb before wrapping around his semi.

"Shit, honey." His breathing is raggedy. "Don't- Don't go too fast."

Heedful, you slow the pumps down and try to neutralize your eagerness.

Johnny's grunts are being contained down your throat until calloused fingers close around your breasts. Simultaneously, you arch your back and he thrusts into your hand, both moaning.

Suddenly sitting up, inevitably pulling your hand away, Johnny yanks your underwear and you feel like a ragdoll for a second. A primitive craving inside of you grows in fulfillment.

On his knees, he dives down, head between your legs. Pushing the delicate fabric of your dress just enough to uncover your nakedness, he bruises the soft skin of your thighs with tiny bites. Everything feels warm and dizzying.

The hand on your stomach caresses your skin and Johnny is getting closer when you pull on the back of his clothes, halting any plans he had in mind. You really wish you could let him go ahead, but this is not sex in your comfortable king size bed. There's a sense of urgency to the situation.

Your words are aggresive. "We're skipping that, I need you to fuck me. Right now."

The cocky smile adorning his features is a glimpse of a younger Johnny. Admiration and loyalty overflow from your chest and break out of your throat as a whimper, and his tongue swallows your 'I love you' before it can be fully uttered.

Aligning himself first, you take the time to hold onto his shoulders. Uncharacteristically, Johnny gives you no warning, and biting down on your tongue is the only way to interrup a noise too loud for public sex.

"Move." Your boyfriend tends to your orders quickly.

This is not a tender and devoted experience you're sharing. It's unsynchronized and brisk, all over the place. It doesn't mean it isn't worship.

"Is this what you needed? Is it?"

"It's all I need, baby, please."

Johnny's pace picks up, influenced by your supplication. He's going a lot faster, your shoulder is scratching against the side of a rock and so much will be sore tomorrow, but nothing could pull you away from the moment.

Overly sensitive, having daydreamed about this all day, you feel close to the edge. Hand tangling in silver hair, you pull his body closer.

"You're so good, sweetheart, all the time. So fucking good."

Words of praise push you over, powerless under your boyfriend's sweet talking.

Shuddering, it's obvious to Johnny what has happened. Initially, he's cooing in your ear, telling you it's okay and to keep quiet. Back in your body after a few seconds, you realize he stopped moving.

Tsking, Johnny slides out of you, extracting a strained groan from your tired vocal chords. "I'm afraid you finished too fast, darling. Open your mouth."

Straddling your worn body, he's calmly stroking his hard cock over you. You could be staring at the obvious, but it's difficult to stray away from the veiny hand working slowly.

"It won't take long."

Accent thickening on the last word, it takes you a second to understand.

The sand caves under your propped elbows. Johnny's jaw clenches once you look up, hopefully doe-eyed, mouth agape. One more stroke and warm fluid coats your tongue quickly, some spilling down your chin and neck, causing you to jump slightly.

Swallowing it down, what wasn't captured by you is wiped off by the sleeves of the pink suit. "Oh no, now it's ruined."

Laughing, your boyfriend kisses your pouting lips, brushing the hair out of your face and smoothing it down. "Put it in the wash, it'll be fine. Sorry I startled you a little. Are you alright?"

Nodding, you help him dust off some of the sand inside his clothes. There's no hope for your panties, completely caked in the tiny grains. Johnny puts it in the pocket of his jumpsuit even if you tell him you won't be wearing it again, it's disgusting.

Leaning back on the rocks, the two of you opt to watch the sunset before leaving.

While you wait, every possible topic is discussed, tangentially related to one another. It's just you and him, talking quietly, listening to each other. Not worried about anything in the world.

At some point, ruffling leaves drag your attention, revealing a smaller iguana lurking. You watch it for a while, Johnny going off about a WildBoyz episode where he found out what a chameleon's tongue feels like.

Before the orange light gives way to the evening, you tell Johnny you're really glad you met. He agrees.

Walking back to the car, you squeeze his hand. "How are we gonna walk by the kiosk unnoticed? I don't feel like being dragged in there, you know, commando."

Adjusting the sunglasses on his nose, Johnny stops and sighs. "Well, I guess we better run really fast then."

Dropping your hand, the bastard gets a significant headstart on you. No one talks about how hard it is to run and laugh at the same time.

#johnny knoxville x reader #johnny knoxville #jackass fanfic

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fleetn-crab85 · 4 months

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hello again everyone! I just want to thank everyone who interacted with the last post about the LEGO Newsies! I genuinely wasn't expecting it to take off like that! A lot of you asked for more, so this is a side by side between the actual Seize The Day dance break and our LEGO version. I hope you all enjoy!

ALSO: I'm going to be using the tag #lego newsies for any more posts about it!

Feel free to leave a comment or reblog with what you'd like to see next!

#I know it doesn't sync up perfectly but I don't care #on a more positive note #I literally can't thank you all enough #this was a work of love during quarantine and my freshman year self would be screaming at all the lovely things you all say!#lego newsies #newsies #musical theatre #stop motion #musicals #crab's blabbering

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berylliumliumite · 2 months

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We are a system of conflicting interests

#crab speaks #beryll blabbers

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sundove88 · 5 months

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Wonder Fruit Free For All- a Disney and Pixar x Maestro Hiccups One Shot

When the Wonder Fruit Tree has been sighted in the many Disney Worlds and eventually appears at the legendary studio, the Disney and Pixar characters enter an all bets are off zone to grab the fruit and be the ones to cure Balan’s hiccups first. Spoiler alert- it doesn’t end well.

“Ugh. Do you think we are there yet?!” Donald Duck asked, who had been turned into a sock puppet thanks to Balan’s reality warping hiccups. His friends weren’t faring any better, either. Mickey had become a crappy cartoon version of himself named Mokey, Goofy had become a paper bag puppet, and Daisy and Minnie suffered the same fates as their male counterparts. “We’ve gotta find that fruit, and FAST!” Goofy exclaimed. “Don’t worry. I sent word to everyone so they can meet us at the Studio. Hopefully nothing bad happened to them!” Mickey replied… only to be met with familiar faces who had changed by a LOT.

“Oh no…!” Wayfinder Princess Moana, who was now dressed as a lifeguard, said as she analyzed the area. EVERYONE had been affected by the hiccups in one way or another! Some had become toys, others had become real life animals, and a good chunk of them looked like they had walked into a costume shop and never looked back. “I don’t understand, Genie! Everyone’s looking bizarre in some way or another!” Aladdin replied as he looked around, dressed in a pastry chef outfit. “It’s all because of that fruit tree that everyone’s going crazy about. One minute it’s there, and the next moment it disappears! No one gets the chance to grab the fruit!” The blue comedian explained.

“Why is everyone staring at each other?!” Cruella De Vil asked as everyone stared in each other, whilst wearing an animal shelter outfit. Speechless was an understatement. No one had expected to wear such outfits or become such forms- and needless enough, they’d blame it on someone who’d definitely pull it off. “Shut it, Cruella. What matters is that WE get that fruit for ourselves. That way we can clean up this entire mess!” Donald stated. “Oh, you bet; crazy fur lady. The last time any of us tried to grab the tree, it disappeared out of sight!” Mei Lee replied, now wearing a rollerblading outfit. “Tch. It’s as if the most elusive tree in all of existence is gonna pop up out of nowhere.” Hades replied, adjusting his surfboard.

Suddenly, just as Hades said those words, the Wonder Fruit Tree appeared out of the blue- donning a a platinum trunk, branches, blossoms and leaves, and fruits representing every Disney, Pixar, Marvel, Star Wars, and other movies and series the company had ever produced. “That can’t be the same tree! The last time I saw it in Halloween Town, there were Jack o lantern fruits!” Jack Skellington, replied, dusting off the blue sweater that the hiccups had given him. “Well, it’s the same fruit and the same tree- there’s no time for blabbering! GRAB IT!!” Donald screeched, doing a battle cry as he rushed towards the tree without hesitation. Everyone else followed at the same time, shouting their battle cries as they ran to get the most elusive fruit in all of the worlds.

Dumbo (Who was a mastodon) flew above the mob and used his trunk to try and grab the fruit, Sebastian (Who had become an IRL crab) tried pinching away at the stem of one of the fruits, and even Mater; who had become a die cast- used his tow hook to grapple one of the fruits and tried to pull it down. “I will have that fruit no matter what!” Davy Jones replied as he attempted to grab one of the fruits with his claw. “Back off, people! That fruit is OURS!!” The Sanderson Sisters replied as they barged through the crowd to grab the fruit themselves. “No, it’s OURS!!” Iago replied as he tried to pull the fruit off the tree with his beak.

The struggle continued for quite some time, until Jim Hawkins of all characters (Who, thanks to the hiccups, looked like someone from the 80’s) managed to pluck the fruit from the tree. “Guys!! I got the cure! Now all I have to do is throw it to ya, right?” He asked as he displayed the elusive fruit. Everyone immediately stopped fighting each other for the fruit and immediately begun clamoring to grab the fruit from Jim’s hand. Jim immediately knew that if threw it, he knew that at at least SOMEONE would catch it. Hopping off the tree before it disappeared, he tossed the fruit towards the crowd… and it landed in the open mouth of Buck Cluck.

Everyone gasped in absolute horror. “Buck Cluck! Whatever you do, don’t—!” Mirabel Madrigal began. But her words were cut off by Buck Cluck SWALLOWING the Wonder Fruit whole. “Swallow.” She finished. “Uhhhh… what?” Buck Cluck replied, only to face a sea of horrified expressions. “That fruit you just ate was the cure to those hiccups. You’ve doomed EVERYONE!” Maui replied, dressed as a baseball hero. “BUCK CLUCK, NO!! YOU’VE KILLED US ALL!!” Donald replied as he fell to his knees; even though he didn’t have any. “Oh no, what have I done?!” Buck Cluck replied. At that moment, the hiccup wave hit the studio, turning it into the world’s biggest rubber bounce house. “This… is gonna be a long day… I don’t wanna talk about.” Donald replied, fainting.

And it would be.

The End?

#crack fic #fanfic #one shot #funny #Balan Wonderworld #Disney #Pixar #maestro hiccups #this was hysterical!!#I got inspired by once upon a studio for this one!!#needless to say it gets chaotic!

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fanfoolishness · 1 year

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Rewatching Chapter 18 of The Mandalorian, “The Mines of Mandalore”, and blabbering away incoherently!

Ooh, we got the Ship o haj Mandalorians theme in the recap! That song fucking slaps.

Peli didn’t replace her tooth, and I love it

Oh Peli, never change your Jawa-loving ways

“No complaints” = HIGH praise from this guy

She’s so proud of him!

Grogu is GOING TO TALK THIS SEASON, he is! Peli called it

Not only is R5 scared of going to Mandalore, so is the gonk droid in the background who slowly is backing away during this conversation

Din: “let’s go on an adventure!” Grogu: “dad there are fireworks RIGHT HERE”

I love absolutely everything about Din explaining Mandalore to Grogu. Admitting he’s never been there either? My freaking heart. “Our people”? Crying forever

Man people really do need to give R5 a rest, he’s doing what he can okay

I love the spookiness of Mandalore and the tense music. The whole place is unsettling, from the glassed surface to the bad weather to the deserted feels

I like that the helmet does have pressurization capability! Stuff I had headcanoned as being correct is coming to life.

Grogu really is talking a lot more with more sentence like structure. What is his first word gonna be???

Din is struggling even worse with the Darksaber than he was in Book of Boba Fett. Why? I love it. I am so excited to see what the narrative tells us about it! It’s interesting because the Armorer said he couldn’t use it while his mind was conflicted… yet Din probably thinks his mind is as clear as it’s been a long time. He’s on a mission to redeem himself in the mines. He has Grogu back with him once more. What could he be conflicted about now? (Unless he’s secretly got a religious crisis brewing in his head in which case I am HERE. FOR. THAT.)

CRAB

POISON CRAB

Does it just eat Mandalorians? Is it a former Mandalorian who could only survive the glassing in this giant droid carapace, like a Mandalorian Big Daddy?

Grogu’s going to be an ace pilot some day, isn’t he?? <3

Poor Bo. Fell asleep in her throne room again. Her blanket looks cozy though.

Bo about to march out there like “get the FUCK off my lawn” and then being very surprised

Poor Bo again, having to see the ruin of her planet :( why does this keep happening to Star Wars women! Leia, Cara, Bo…. I’m loving her so far this season. She does bitter and wounded so well!

I love that Bo is actually building Grogu up! Telling him he’s good with the Force <3 <3 <3

Damn Bo, look at these mad skills!

First person to call Din Grogu’s dad? Now he just needs to do it himself!

Bo has serious Darksaber skilllllllz, will she be his teacher this season?

I also love that this season they have finally leaned into Din having a name. Will it ever be as recognizable as Boba Fett or Han Solo to the casual fan? I’m not sure, but I’m happy they’re doing it. It would start to get pretty weird, I guess, to have everyone call him Mando in a season with 100 Mandalorians.

“Your kid” <3 Aww complimenting Grogu.

Getting serious Deep Road vibes here and I love it.

No pog soup? There’s something important here and I’m not sure either of them realizes it. Maybe Din realizes he really was raised strangely when he thinks about it. Maybe Bo realizes Din isn't just weird, he's genuinely missing a lot of vital information/it was deliberately kept from him.

The way Din was overwhelmed with emotion hearing about Bo-Katan’s father’s sacrifice. Don’t get any ideas, Din.

Interpretative sign, hell yeah!

Din is so reverent. Even Bo-Katan’s like, “shit, dude’s going through it.”

Mythosaur tried to eat him, right? How else could he have sank that quickly?

Mythosauuuuuuuurrrrr!!!! So cool and just the perfect amount of mystery!

BUT WHAT HAPPENS NEXT

Awww man, Joseph Shirley took over the score from Ludwig Goransson? It says musical themes by Goransson, but score by Shirley, in the credits. Joseph Shirley did Book of Boba Fett and while I liked some of those songs a lot (Faster Than a Fauthier is a delight) I could do with out all the “Boba FETT!!!” choruses. Hoping this does not bode ill, I loved the first 2 seasons’ score so much and listen to it regularly.

Very excited for next week now! And genuinely having no idea what’s next since Din skipped the side quests and went straight to advancing the story.

#the mandalorian season 3 #the mandalorian season 3 spoilers #the mandalorian spoilers #the mines of mandalore #the mines of mandalore spoilers #din djarin #bo katan kryze #grogu #grogu djarin #clan of two #text post #long post

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