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luna-writes-stuff · 1 year

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The type my favourite Arcane characters would fall for:

With Viktor, Jayce, Mel, Vi, Caitlin, Ekko, Jinx, Silco, and Vander

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Viktor:

Viktor is very much a person who prefers solitude over social interactions. He focuses on his job more than anything, and can not quite find the time nor energy to do anything after that. Though he loves to find solace in lonesome rooms, he needs a little sunlight occasionally; metaphorically and literally. Someone who drops in once every two hours to get him a drink, a note or simply sit next to him to distract him from his project momentarily. You could sit on an empty chair at his side, observing his work from a safe distance, careful to not shove your nose in there. Tiny questions would escape you, such as “what is that?” Or “why are you using that?”, and he would be delighted to answer them. Sometimes, he’d pull off his goggles to look at you shortly, a tiny smile gracing his face, before he returns to his work. You’d get along with Jayce quite easily - maybe too easy, but it’s all in good manners. Viktor tries to make time for you and take short breaks, but more often than not, he gets so caught up, he cannot afford the distraction. Jayce is more than happy to entertain you for the time being; he rather enjoys your presence as well.

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Jayce:

Jayce oozes charisma. Now usually, fire and fire don’t go well, but match his energy, and this is man is smitten. Absolutely at loss for words. Desperately in love, if you will. You tease him; the words disappear on his tongue. Now come the heart-eyes. You’d walk down the halls, and you could simply feel his eyes on you. He’d halt any conversation he held and stare at you in silence. Respectfully. Would you work in the same lab as him, this man cannot focus to save his life. Your jokes, your smile, your witty remarks….He’s gone. The worst is when you radiate serotonin. A job gone right, a good song, a funny joke? Anything that makes you smile, makes his heart skip a step. You know that hollow feeling in your stomach, but the good one? That’s him. He’s quick to pick up on little things you do once you get excited: Clap your hands, squeal, jump up and down, squeezing your hands in fists? He sees it. And there is that pit again.

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Mel:

Listen, this woman is so busy and booked, she tends to miss out on the little things. She needs someone who will take little times a day where they will take a short walk, or do some painting together. Anything to get her mind off of work or business for a short second. A spontaneous decision often takes her aback, as she likes to plan things out, but once she trusts you, it’s all in, baby. During council meetings, you’ll sit on the side, silently calming her down when things get hectic or chaotic. You help her plan things out, but leave room for the fun things. She treasures this so much, she cannot even begin to explain it to you. Small touches on your arm or hand constantly to remind her you’re still there. Ironically enough, it keeps her from overworking. You’re simply so soothing to her.

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Caitlin:

Bamf. Do I need to elaborate? Caitlin is the type of person to see the good in everyone, no matter how tiny it will be. ‘How bad can they be?’ is a regular question from her. She can be attracted to anyone, really. But if there was one type to capture her heart, it’s the bamf. The person who says things as they are, does as they please, witty remarks, teasing winks etc. The impression you leave on her is large, and she is in awe immediately. Even if she claims to not be amused. She is. Her heart is almost beating out of her chest. Someone get her some help, please. If you start flirting with her, this poor woman does not know what to do. Her cheeks turn red, her ears heat up, she freezes on the spot. But she loves it so much, though she would never admit it. And it’s great to get her flustered.

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Vi:

Sure, Vi would love a badass and independent partner. But when that partner has a soft spot for children? Always sees the good in everything? Smiles when someone says hi? Don’t get me started. The way your voice changes when you speak to someone in a friendly manner: gone. Bye-bye, Vi. She is a bit rough around the edges, and can come of as cold at times. You contradict that in the best ways possible. Your kind waves to everyone you pass, the ‘how are you?’ when trying to pay for something, your loving hugs…All the things she’d 100% fall for. No question about it. She insists on holding your hand at all times. She says it is because you like it, but let’s be honest. She is not planning on letting you go and likes to let everyone know, you are indeed taken. 10/10 the type to make-out in public when someone takes your friendliness a bit too extreme. Her hand tugging on your waist, the glare shot towards the one flirting with you? Oof.

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Jinx:

Jinx has a teasing tone, as everyone might know. Though she could use someone to work against that, she would not necessarily find herself attracted to it. If you decide to throw a confetti bomb her way though? You just got yourself a new girlfriend. She is the type to cause mayhem anywhere and everywhere. If she finds someone to do that with, her heart is taken. There are times her emotions tend to get the best of her. You’ll have to calm her down gradually before she does anything stupid. Offer a listening ear, a supportive arm, and she’ll eventually calm down. She loves to do stupid things with you, but she needs breaks. Sit with her and help her tinker with new ideas. Your voice can truly be enough to simply soothe her.

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Ekko:

Ekko has a soft spot for nerds, no one can convince me otherwise. And I’m not talking technology nerd. I’m talking info-dumping nerd. Someone who knows a little bit about everything. With anything he encounters, you are able to tell a fun story behind that. “Is that a raven?” “Actually, it’s a crow. Did you know crows actually remember people and voices and can even hold a grudge against you? Even worse, crows gossip. What? They do.” Man has fallen head over heels. Your little ranting and rambling makes him feel all giddy inside. He actually used to hate it, but as he grew to realize it was love, he began to accept it. Now, the feeling is welcomed. He can listen to you talk for ages, as cheesy as it might sound. And he remembers everything you tell him. Sometimes he wishes he didn’t, so you could tell him again. You know you ramble, and you have often been told to shut up. So, when you notice you’re ranting again, you always stop suddenly, offering a meek ‘sorry’. He will not hesitate to shake his head wildly, grabbing your hands in reassurance, claiming he wants to hear more. And it’s not to make you feel better, he genuinely enjoys your little talks. It’s one of the things that makes you so special to him. He treasures every single word spoken to him.

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Silco:

Now, Silco is not an easy one to fall. Not at all. Even with you, it might not have been love at first sight. You had to grow on him. But your mind, and your strategies? They were phenomenal since day one. And though he simply shrugged at it at first, he found himself being attracted to you for that exact reason. You had a solution to every problem, and you had a way of thinking that he simply adored. And from there, he started noticing other things about you. Had your eyes always held that sparkle in them? Were your hands always that delicate? Had your voice always sounded that soothing? It wasn’t until you once laid a hand on his shoulder to shake him out of dreamland, that he realized that he had indeed fallen. Because that touch seemed to linger on his shoulder even as you walked back to your seat at the table. And your eyes silently asking him if he was okay, suddenly looked so different. And then it all clicks. From that day on, his behavior towards you completely changes. Now he wants you in the room with him. Now he wants your opinion on everything. Now you have to follow him wherever he goes. He needs you closer to him now than ever before.

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Vander:

Listen. Dad friend meets mom friend. It’s meant to be, what else can I say? Your warm-hearted personality, the way you kneel down when talking to children, your reasonable words always interrupting fights. That’s just a short list of things he adores about you. Being the voice of reason, but with that compassionate tone is something he greatly admires. Perhaps more than people usually would. But of course, carrying the day on your shoulder and trying to remain kind to others can take quite a toll on a person. At night, when you’re sure others will no longer come look for you, you tire yourself with thoughts of the day. He often comes to visit you around this time so you will not be alone. You share your worries with each other, but also try to encourage each other to keep it up. Those talks are something so precious and intimate to him. And he keeps on doing these even after being your partner through the years.

#arcane #league of legends #viktor x reader #jayce x reader #mel medarda x reader #vi x reader #Caitlin x reader #jinx x reader #ekko x reader #silco x reader #vander x reader

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hyukasprettygirl · 1 month

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fate?

characters: idol!sunghoon x fem!reader. word count: 3.8k summary: you believed in fate all your life. well, sorta. it wasn’t until you encountered the same boy in a prada store you previously met eyes with while he was performing on stage. (yes it’s a cheesy, cliche, storyline but hear me out on this please!!) warnings: nsfw mdni! secret relationship (kinda), reader feels like she’s not good enough, first time sex, softish dom!sunghoon, lots of praise, he calls you princess, darling, baby, and some other stuff, breast play, oral (f receiving), spit play kinda, unprotected sex, gets a bit rough, squirting, cursing, facial author’s note: this is my first fic, i got bored and thought to give it a try so i’m sorry if it sucks !! also i literally wrote this on my notes app so beware of grammar mistakes. pls don't steal my work either.

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it all seemed so unreal to you. i mean, you were secretly meeting up with park sunghoon from enhypen, of course it seemed unreal. everything happened so quickly and you thought you were crazy for believing that he wanted you at the time.

it was your first time getting barricade tickets to a concert, you were excited. you’ve never been so close to the boys because every concert you’ve been to you were usually sitting in the 100s level, never floor. you had no expectation of actually receiving interactions with them, it was amazing just to be able to see them so close and actually pick apart their faces. the adrenaline and the serotonin boost that you get when the lights begin to dim a bit and the fans crowding around you and screaming is indescribable. however, this is nothing compared to when the boys began to rise up onto stage, the stage lights hitting their faces and illuminating their angelic faces perfectly.

it all felt like a dream, you couldn’t begin to process that they were real. their real voices echoing throughout the arena, and though it seemed impossible, they looked even more beautiful in person. it wasn’t until they began to walk down the stage towards the center area that you could process everything. you didn’t even realize how loudly you were cheering, it felt like an instinct. you were able to make eye contact with them, you felt so close to them. the concert, well technically sound check, felt somehow personal to you.

the feeling of waving at each of the members felt amazing. you could feel their excitement as well. but, it felt a little different with one of the members when he finally made his way towards your section where you were standing. park sunghoon. the energy he gave off towards you, the eye contact he made felt more personal than ever. the way he looked back at you even after he began to walk away felt almost as if he saw you differently than the other fans. almost like he wanted you.

you felt crazy for thinking this. delusional almost. were you imagining things? it was impossible for park sunghoon to feel desire for you, you were just a fan like everyone else. but the feeling felt so real. the way your heart beat faster when you made eye contact with him. the way your face heated up. the rest of the concert continued like this. of course, sunghoon made his rounds and delivered fan service to everyone else. but it felt so different with you. the way he made eye contact with you during the songs. it felt as though it were just you and him at times. no, this was actually crazy. it’s just fan service and surely everyone else felt the same way somehow.

once the concert came to a close you tried not to think too hard about it. but you couldn’t stop. that night at your hotel you barely got any sleep, thinking about the connection you felt with park sunghoon. was it all just in your head?

well clearly it wasn’t. the next day you had plans to go around L.A. and shop and eat tons of different food.

you made your way towards a shopping mall first. you walked around and mindlessly looked through some clothes. you walked around for a bit until a beautiful necklace caught your eyes in the prada store window. you had to get a closer look so you marched your way inside and also looked at everything else they had.

rings, bracelets, necklaces, and perfumes. you stumbled upon another necklace, it also had a pair of matching earrings and a ring to go with it. it was beautiful. until you looked at the price…

$1270…for that price i better get a free date with park sunghoon too if anything.

you sighed before making your way outside of the store. you wanted to look around for a bit more but what was the point of everything cost an arm and a leg? as you were about to make your way to the exit, you saw a familiar duo looking at some rings on the other side of the store. they were turned around, however, their back profiles and way they dressed seemed all but too familiar to the ones you’ve seen on their videos…

it couldn’t be…

curiously, you walked towards them a bit just to get a closer look. however, one of them drew their gaze away from the rings and towards you. and there he was again.

park fucking sunghoon.

that same feeling from the concert began to kick in again. the feeling of your heart about to explode out of your chest. you froze immediately when you made eye contact once again.

did he recognize you? what if he thinks i'm some creepy stalker? i should just leave… why am i not leaving??

suddenly, his friend jake caught on as well and it was two against one (and not in the way you wish). jake gave a warm smile, he must’ve known you were a fan or something. you had to say something! you couldn’t just stand there like a weirdo staring at them…

“umm, you’re enhypen right?” that was so dumb! out of everything you could come up with and that's what you blurt out?

you panicked, the silence was killing you.

“wait…you look familiar…” jake finally broke the silence. thank goodness. but there’s no way he recognizes me…

“ahah yeah i was at your concert last night! front row!” you said in a slightly awkward tone. literally what are you supposed to say when you’re met with jake and sunghoon?

“that’s the girl i told you about, remember?” sunghoon whispered to jake, almost inaudibly.

were you hearing things right?? did sunghoon just say he told jake about me? maybe i wasn’t imagining things last night after all.

you stood there frozen as the boys whispered to each other for a bit in korean that you couldn’t understand. suddenly they stopped and looked at you, sunghoon took a step forward and gave a soft smile.

“what’s your name?” he asked, his accent was the cutest thing ever and you couldn’t help but smile.

“y/n.” you responded, his gaze causing you to go shy and avoid eye contact. jake was gone by now, leaving you two all alone, however, it seemed that he had set things up this way.

“i’m happy we get to meet again, properly this time,” you were in absolute disbelief of what was happening right now. it was impossible to form words because of the overwhelming feelings. sunghoon took another step forward before breaking the silence between you two, “pick something out. i’ll buy it for you.”

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and that’s how it all started. the secret meet ups. the nda. never in a million years did you ever think you’d sign an nda. and for park sunghoon. out of every idol to exist. your relationship with him was almost too good to be true. well obviously it was true because you were in it. every day feels like a dream with him. every date, his touch, his voice, the words he says to you. how could someone like park sunghoon want me? that one question was the only issue that your relationship had to face (other than keeping it a secret).

it had always been a feeling you had lingering whenever you hung out, went on dates, anything. you never told him, though, and that was the issue. the feeling only grew stronger until it began to reflect through your actions. one day, sunghoon started noticing it while you were alone in the hotel room that the company had booked, jake (who he was staying with) was out with some of the other members doing whatever they were doing.

the two of you were cuddling on the bed together, you were laying on his chest while he had his arms wrapped around you, one hand caressing your face and the other holding you tightly to him by the waist. he felt your energy, and something was definitely off.

“is there something on your mind? i feel like you haven’t been yourself recently and it’s been worrying me. if i did something to hurt you, please tell me.” sunghoon did truly sound worried. and that’s what hurt you the most. you didn’t want him to worry. you just wanted to be the best for him and you felt as if you were far from what he deserved.

“it’s nothing… i’ve just been a little tired.” you lied, well sorta. you were tired a little bit but that wasn’t the reasoning behind the way you’ve been acting. sunghoon could tell. he always knew when something was wrong and when you were lying about something. he adjusted himself and turned towards you, resting his elbow on the pillow and his head on the palm of his hand. he reached out his other free hand and brushed some hair out of your face.

“i know when something’s wrong baby, i know you’re not just tired.” his voice was soft and soothing. you sighed and tried to find the words to describe what you were feeling. “i can’t help you if i don’t know what’s wrong, please tell me.” sunghoon pleaded once more before moving his hand to caress your cheek some more. you looked up into his eyes which were already on you.

“i feel like…i don’t deserve you.” you paused and broke the eye contact that was once being held. “you’re…you. and i’m just me i guess. i just want to be better for you and-“ you felt your voice begin to break. sunghoon immediately pulled you in and held you against his chest. his heart was beating fast. he held you close to him and brushed his fingers through your hair gently before speaking.

“y/n, you are everything i could want and more. i don’t want or need anyone else. only you,” he reassures you. he takes a deep breath before continuing, “sometimes, i think it’s fate. between us,” he paused and then laughed softly at his own words. “it sounds stupid i know, but the first time i laid eyes on you at that concert i felt a connection, i know you felt it too,” he pulled away and looked at you in your eyes, slightly puffy from crying. he had to admit it he thought you were so pretty like this. being vulnerable to him. he wiped a tear and gave your forehead a soft kiss. you smiled and let out a sigh of relief. sunghoon always had a way with words. he always knew what to say to make you feel better.

“thank you stinky,” you two giggled at the nickname you called him. you two always had an awkward thing with sappy moments like that. it’s what happens when two awkward people like you two end up together. it wasn’t like you didn’t have them and didn’t like having them, it was always just that someone usually changed the mood to something more relaxed or humorous.

once the two of you cheered up, he gave you a soft kiss on the lips. his hand holding you by the back of the head and the other holding your waist. he pulled away and you smiled, looking up into his eyes that always had that same sparkle in them. it wasn’t too long until he leaned in again to give you another kiss, but this time, it was deeper, more passionate, and longer. it was the kiss that made you melt into his touch. your hands found their way to the collar of his white button up to pull him in closer. the soft innocent kiss from before slowly turned into something more intense.

sunghoon adjusted himself to hover above you, without breaking the kiss. he grabbed your hands from the collar of his shirt and held them on above your head, interlocking his fingers with yours. he pulled away, breathless. admiring how flushed your cheeks were, your cloudy eyes, and swollen lips. his hair brushed against your forehead while his necklace dangled slightly in front of your face. you remembered that necklace from the first time you had met at the prada store. your brain went foggy at the sight of him. he was your weakness and he knew that. you two have made out before but that was it, however it mostly due to interruptions. right now, with him, you were free of any.

“is this okay?” sunghoon always made sure to check in with you no matter what you were doing. he asked before holding your hand, before kissing you. he always made sure you felt comfortable. you gave a nod, it was more than okay. you wanted him, and he wanted you. he leaned in and placed a soft kiss on your jaw, then progressively placing more aggressive kisses onto your neck, sucking and nibbling leaving marks that you’ll definitely have to cover up later.

your breathing got heavier as sunghoon trailed down to your exposed collarbone, leaving more marks and attacking your sensitive skin. you couldn’t help but let out a soft moan when you felt him slowly begin to grind against your clothed heat.

“s-sunghoon…” you whined and squirmed as he continued to tease you, still holding your hands down onto the bed with his own.

“what was that sweetheart?” sunghoon teased, you were frustrated because of how bad you needed him. and he knew that. he began to kiss back up towards your mouth before stopping to admire you. his tone became a bit more serious, “i won’t do anything until you tell me to. but once you do i might not be able to hold back. do you understand princess?”

you nodded, meeting his intense gaze with your own. “need you so bad hoonie…” your voice sounded more desperate than you had expected. it was almost embarrassing if sunghoon didn’t absolutely adore the way you sounded and looked underneath him.

“that’s my girl…using your words for me.” he praised. his praises made you weak, a pool of wetness already formed in your panties just from his words and small touches. it was so pathetic.

sunghoon pressed a long kiss onto your lips before letting go of your hands and slipping his hands underneath your shirt. he gave you a look asking, may i go further? before moving up anymore. you gave him a nod and sat up to make it easier for him to take off your shirt. he tossed it to the side and took a moment to take you in. your bra was a light pink color with a cute bow on it, sunghoon swore he could’ve creamed his pants just by seeing you like that.

“fuck y/n…” he breathed out as he gently toyed with your soft breasts through your pretty bra. he experimentally squeezed them softly, watching your reactions to find out exactly what you liked. he then reached behind you and unclipped it, he slowly slid it down your arms, watching as your breasts slowly revealed themselves. he nibbled his bottom lip, revealing his fang that drove you insane.

“play with them for me.” he said suddenly, your cheeks burned up and you hesitantly took one in each hand and started kneading them together. “that’s it…just like that.” sunghoon praised you as he watched you, staring like he was going to eat you alive any second. you bit your lip and maintained eye contact with him as you pinched your nipples, whimpering softly from the sensitivity. sunghoon watched you intensely, loving the way you follow his every instruction and do what your told like a good girl. he then leaned down and took one of your nipples in his mouth and with his other hand massage the other breast. you gasped from the sensation and your hand found its way to sunghoons hair, tugging it a bit as he sucked and nibbled on your nipples. he began to get sloppier and sloppier, leaving trails of saliva across your chest. he pulled away to admire it, the way your nipples glistened and the trails of spit leading from one breast to the other.

you then reached forward and tugged his shirt, signaling you wanted his off now. he chuckled.

“eager aren’t we pretty girl?” you whined and he took off his shirt, revealing the muscles and beautiful build that you wanted to see for so long. you felt yourself get wetter at the sight.

“please…” you pleaded, sunghoon shook his head and grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look him in the eyes.

“what did we say about using words, hm?” his grip tightened a little bit but it turned you on so much more when he was more rough with you.

“want you to touch me…down here…” your words were muffled slightly because of sunghoon’s grip on your jaw and you pointed down to the area between your legs. he let go of your jaw and smiled with content.

“there you go princess.” he cooed before reaching down and pulling off both your bottoms and your panties. your breath hitched at the feeling of cold air against your soaked cunt and you slightly closed your legs. he clicked his tongue and grabbed them, opening them up for him. “don’t be shy darling, you’re perfect.” he reassured before placing a soft kiss on your lips.

he pulled away and sat himself between your legs, trailing sloppy, wet kisses down your body and occasionally nibbling and licking at your skin causing you to yelp at the sudden sensations. once he made it down to your pussy he looked up at you for permission, slowly kissing your inner thighs. you looked at him and gave him a nod of permission.

he began to first gently thumb your aching clit, causing you to gasp at the feeling. he rubbed little circles, watching all of your reactions. he chucked softly when he moved his thumb faster harder, watching you squirm and whine at the teasing. “so cute…” he mumbled before leaning and taking your clit in his mouth and sucking it gently. you mewled at the feeling, bucking your hips into his mouth. he pulled away and licked his lips, tasting your arousal, “you taste so good baby,” he moaned before diving back in to practically make out with your cunt. hooking his hands around your thighs and pulling you in as he eats you out like it’s his last meal. you feel his tongue fuck in and out of you as he looks up at you. his hair in his face and his cheeks flushed pink. he looked so pretty in between your thighs like this. you reached for his dark hair and pulled him in deeper, causing him to moan onto your pussy, creating a new sensation that had you whimpering and fucking yourself against his mouth.

“m’close! gonna cum soon!” you moaned out, gripping his hair tighter. he hummed onto your pussy as he began to go faster, moving his head side to side, lewd noises of your wetness and him sucking on your clit filled the hotel room. your legs began to shake as you cum in his mouth, your juices streaming out of your cunt and onto his face and bedsheets. you never knew someone could make you feel so good before until now.

he pulls away from your cunny and kisses you deeply. “you taste yourself baby? you taste so good yeah?” his words give you butterflies and you moan into the kiss. sunghoon breaks the kiss and stares into your eyes, “all fucked out already hm? too bad i’m not done with you yet.” sunghoon suddenly flips you on your stomach and pulls your hips up to meet his, your ass on display for him and your back arched perfectly, just the way sunghoon had imagined you so many times by now. you heard the sound of sunghoon taking off his belt and unzipping his pants. you feel his hard dick slap against your ass.

he taps it against your soaked cunt and runs it up against your clit causing you to whimper from the sensitivity. “you feel how hard you made me princess? you did this baby. now you’re gonna take all of it y’understand?” you nod but then feel a slap on your ass, you yelp at the sting. “words.” sunghoon’s voice sounds stern, but god did it it make you need him even more.

“i-i understand…please i want you to fuck me..” you whine pathetically into the pillow.

“atta girl. that wasn’t so hard now was it?” sunghoon massages the area that he previously slapped before aligning himself. “tell me if it hurts princess.” sunghoon says softly before inching himself in you slowly, you both moaning in sync as you practically suck his length inside of you. you’ve never felt so full, it was like his dick was made for you and you were his perfect cocksleeve.

“y-you feel so good princess..fuck- gonna move now m’kay?” sunghoon moans as he slowly thrusts in and out of you, hitting deep inside of you each time. his moans were so pretty each time he bottomed out, they drove you crazy. he began to speed up a bit, rubbing against your g-spot every time causing you to whimper. sunghoon reaches for your hair and pulls you up, speeding up even more, your moans getting more and more lewd. “you’re so pretty being fucked from behind like this. you’re my pretty girl yeah? tell me you’re mine baby.”

“i-i’m yours! i-i’m close again sunghoon!” you moan louder than ever, surely whoever is next door knows sunghoon’s name by now. he loves it though, he wants everyone to know who fucks you so good. he lets out a soft whimper as he feels you clench around him. he lets go of your hair and turns you around onto your back and slides back in effortlessly. he takes your legs and puts them over his shoulders, pressing them down close to either side of your head, hitting deeper than ever. both of your loud and desperate moans fill the room as he pounds into you, the skin slapping and your pussy gushing around him sending him over the edge.

“fuck- y/n m’gonna cum. off the bed and on your knees.” he pulls out immediately and you both get off the bed and you down on your knees in front of him. he releases all over your face and you close your eyes and stick your tongue out, feeling him paint your face with his warm white cum. once he’s finished you leans down and kisses you deeply, tasting himself on your tongue.

he pulls away and presses his forehead against yours, “you did so good for me. my good girl. you’re my girl baby.” he praises while caressing your cheek. he then pulls away and grabs a baby wipe to clean up your face. he throws it away and picks you up in his arms, setting you on the bed before laying down next to you, returning to the same cuddling position that you had started in.

“you think the boys heard next door?” sunghoon says jokingly, however, it was a genuine concern.

“definitely.”

#enhypen #enhypen smut #enhypen x reader #sunghoon #sunghoon smut #sunghoon x reader #enhypen hard hours

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guardkeywolf · 1 year

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I just saw a tiktok of a Ghost cosplayer with pet rats but i love rats i wish i have pet rats so i got curious and wanted to see how would the 141 boys(+Alejandro and/or König) react if they see me befriending the rats secretly living in the base? i would love you eternally

For some serotonin here's the video w ghost and pet rats: https://www.tiktok.com/@shapeshiftaer/video/7165160702729145605?_r=1&u_code=da6g2h666f6h6m&region=PH&mid=6970778293524040453&preview_pb=0&language=en&_d=da5j9gg07lj4j4&share_item_id=7165160702729145605&source=h5_t&timestamp=1674199079&user_id=6778003587173319682&sec_user_id=MS4wLjABAAAApPEAzCQYeDj81EpOcp49eqYK3Gktx_tiT7zNNy_uV5JmJLVK-mjeFM2SEZejwaPf&utm_source=copy&utm_campaign=client_share&utm_medium=android&share_iid=7180952232861746970&share_link_id=15b9e9f5-c5af-4378-ac37-18933696387a&share_app_id=1180&ugbiz_name=Main&ug_btm=b2001

The Rat Whisperer

Recently, the 141 had been having a rat problem and had been meaning to call someone to come deal with them. That was the case until they saw Y/n interact with them...

Price

This man stared at you from a DISTANCE

He WAS NOT getting close to them at all

If he saw you making conversation with them he would just stare

Dead stare

Mouth open and confused

He would call you up to his office and ask why you were...talking with the rats

Eventually you two would come to the agreement that as long as they rats didn't mess with anything, they could stay

Sometimes still questioned his decision when he sees them casually walking around the base

Ghost

When he saw you, he was curious to see why you were staring a corner

When he came over, he saw the rats

He didn't freak out

Just stared for a bit

"So you like rats, eh?"

Bends down and joins in on your rat meetings

Didn't mind having them around one bit

Even gave them names too

Even made homes for them

Let's some of them sleep in the room with him

Tells them stories

This man has w Rizz

W rat rizz

Soap

Was going to wakeup you up in the morning and decided to just open your door rather than knock

Bro screamed when he saw the rats

He bolted before he even step foot in there

He was no fond of them for awhile

It took you awhile to convince him that they were not going to hurt him

Even showed him the one you named "Lil Ghost" because his fur looked like Ghost's mask

Slowly he got used to them, and joined you in your room sometimes

Would love having Lil Ghost around too

Carry him on his shoulder

Feed him

Probably even end up keeping him in his room from then on

Got mad at recruits if they tried to hurt the rats, especially Lil Ghost

Gaz

My guy didn't mind them at all when he found you with them

He loved having them around if he was doing paperwork

Made little outfits for them

Made homes too and Ghost definitely helped

Called them his children

Became a Rat Dad

Named one, Gaz Jr

Brought them everywhere he went in the base

Let very few touch them though

Super protective

Let them eat some of his food if he wasn't that hungry too

Alejandro

No, no, NO

This man did not do rats no matter how hard you tried to convince him

If he saw one he screamed and did not move

Deadass frozen in place

He would literally try to stand on top of a table too if he saw them around him

Would curse at them in Spanish until they left

Wait for Rodolfo or you to get the rat

Bro kept his distance

If he saw one walking around, he would ask the recruits to get you

Poor guy

König

You introduced him to your rats that were usually in the corner one day

He didn't mind them

Was very very careful with them

Had this white rat with red eyes that he loved

He called her "Rosmarin"

Always brought clothes for her

Got mad if anyone nearly hurt her too

Loved to return from missions and see her

Took bathes with her if he could

Didn't let the other rats around her

Kept her all to himself

Thank you for this request Anon!

It was definitely fun to do!

Crazy that Alejandro's first fic on here involves rats lol

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Breed Me

Dom!Neteyam x Na'vi!Reader

✨Friendly Disclaimer: The content of this story contains aged-up characters! If this is something that makes you uncomfortable, please feel free to click or scroll away. The last thing I want is for anyone to read something they are uncomfortable with, however if you decide to interact with any negativity, you will be blocked from my blog as a result.

Synopsis: The Sullys have returned to high camp after the long battle with the sky people, one member of the family in particular sticks out to you as you rekindle your 'friendship' with the mighty warrior. NOT PROOF READ

Warnings: 🔞MINORS DNI🔞

SMUTSMUTSMUTTYSMUT, P in V, fingering, mentions of creampie, breeding kink(obviously), friends to lovers, Dom!Neteyam

After so many years of fighting struggling to survive against the RDA forces the war had finally ceased and the sky people would leave Pandora for good. The battle had occupied a large portion of your life. It had all started at the age of 14. While you weren’t much of a fighter you did help forage for natural supplies through out the forest. Before you knew it you were saying goodbye to the Sullys.

It pained you with a heavy heart to watch Toruk Makto pass the mantle of Olo’eyktan to Tarsem. Although Tarsem was a worthy leader, nothing about this situation felt right. You felt anxious, unsure. At the moment Tarsem raised his knife, showing it off to the clan before him, you quickly looked away before you could witness the cold stone impact Jake’s chest. Your eyes fell on Neteyam in that moment. The oldest of the Sully’s children, who was once meant to take up the role of Olo’eyktan once his father had relinquished his role. You instantly noticed his eyes were meeting yours at that very same moment. The two of you were close friends, although in the later years you found it hard to share any time together due to the constant training and ambushes that Neteyam attended with his father. Yet as kids you two were inseparable. Despite his constant absence in your life, he always made it evident that you were still on his mind. Whether is was small looks from across high camp or small tugs at your tail as he walked by. As the two of you grew up, you couldn’t help, but notice how well Neteyam’s body molded into that of a young man’s.

You soon began to yearn for the fleeting touches. Feeling a surge of serotonin once you felt his familiar palm envelop your tail. These fleeting moments is one of the things you would miss most. His eyes held so much hurt as he stared into you in that moment, begrudgingly moving from his spot when his family made their descent toward their ikran, only breaking the stream of contact when you were too far out of his line of sight.

After their departure you found it hard to acclimate back into everyday life, much like the rest of the clan. Everyone desperately tried to adjust to their new Olo’eyktan. You soon found your comforts with Mo’at, helping her with small tasks through out the day, weaving her baskets for all of her herbs and ingredients. In return Mo’at taught you uses for certain plants you had never considered in the past. As you grew into a young woman, Mo’at tasked you with becoming karyu (teacher) for the children of the clan. Teaching them how to forage as well as crafting and weaving. Things that would prove helpful to the clans way of life. You found great pride in knowing the skills these children would hone early on would prepare them as fine members of society later in life. You’d even grow to care for them as if they were your own children. The prospect of mating always lingered over your head, but no one really peaked your interest, despite the numerous courting gifts you had received in the past months. It just never felt like the right time, instead using your students as an excuse to prolong the inevitable.

Now with the strenuous battle finally at a close, life became so much more easy. You felt as if a weight had been lifted from your shoulders. The day was as normal as any. You were sitting with your children in a circle. Your class having grown to 12, ranging in ages from 4 to 9. You all were practicing your carving techniques when the screeching of banshees echoed through high camp. Your ears flicked quizzically, having assumed it must’ve been a hunting party, but hadn’t they returned yesterday? Then the roaring of cheers from the clan members brought you out of your train of thought. “What’s happening karyu?” One of the small children asked eagerly, eyes trained on you awaiting an answer. “I’m not sure, come. Stay close to me children” you calmly implore to the group, getting to your feet. Cautiously making your way through the crowd, your students immediately link hands with each other to prevent anyone from getting swept away in the chaos.

As you proceed through the crowd with your students right on your tail, you begin to hear excited yips and various cries of “Toruk Makto!”, “it’s the Sullys!”, “The Sullys have returned!”. Your heart caught in your throat, could it really be? After all this time? They had returned. It had been nearly 6 years since their initial leave, for a while you had lost hope you’d seen any of the Sullys again. Hearing the cheers around you, the youngest of your group, Koa suddenly burst with excitement, “Is it true? Is it really Toruk Makto?” She squealed, tugging at your hand now very excited to rush to the front of the crowding clan members. You had told the story of Toruk Makto to your students as a way for them to understand the importance of its history. While most of the older children had already heard the story, some even having faint memories of him when they were younger: to the youngest of the group, the 4 - 6 year olds, the tale was fresh and exciting. Koa in particular often asked you to retell the story to her personally, as well as your own stories of the mighty Jake Sully as Olo’eyktan. And occasionally you couldn’t help, but pepper in your own adventures with his eldest son.

“I don’t know- please Koa slow down!” you urged as Koa began dragging you along through the commotion. You tried desperately to stay with the rest of your group, Koa’s hold slipping from your fingers as she slithered through the crowd effortlessly. “Koa!” You called after the na’vi child, yet to no avail as she now had her sights set on the possibility of meeting her idol. Before she knew it, her feet halted in nearly bumping into the leg of a na’vi she hadn’t seen before. A young man, with intricate tattoos decorating his right arm and the side of his face. Koa stood in shock, mouth slightly ajar unable to speak. Suddenly your voice broke through the crowd, as you stepped forward with the rest of your class, “Koa please you can’t be running… off” your voice trailed as you noticed who the youngling was standing before. You took in the sight of your old friend in front of you. The immediate change you noticed was his height , meeting that of his father, perhaps even a hair taller. Your eyes wandered to his broad shoulders, noting the new tattoos as well as much more prominent tight muscles underneath them, making you swallow a bit at the sight.

“Hello little one” he chuckled down at Koa who quickly retreated to your side, clinging to your leg which drew his gaze up to you. “Y/N?” He said with widening eyes studying your matured features himself; from your plump breasts down to the curves of your waist. He’d be an idiot to say the sight of you didn’t take his breath away in the slightest. The sound of your name bringing you out of your thoughts, blinking rapidly, “I see you.. Neteyam te suli tsyeyk’itan” you gesture with the greeting to him in the process. Neteyam raises a brow, letting another chuckle slip out, “So formal” he stated, giving his ikran a pat on the neck before stepping forward to meet you, raising his fingers to his forehead sending the same gesture back to you. Taking in the sight of small children clinging to you, his eyes glancing over each individual face before meeting your gaze again, “So… which one is yours?” He asks somewhat hesitantly watching you closely for your response.

“All of them” you state plainly not truly understanding the question. A sharp sting spreads through Neteyam’s chest, taken aback at the words, taking in all 12 of your students once more, “Oh… it seems that Eywa has blessed you and your mate with many beautiful children” Neteyam cleared his throat trying to wrap his head around the (absurd) number of kids encompassing your legs. You blinked for a moment before letting out a sudden laugh, moving a hand up to quickly cover your mouth as Neteyam eyed you quizzically, “They are my students, Teyam- and… I am not mated”. You don’t fail to notice the how the last part of your statement catches his attention, ears perking slightly. You could almost swear he looked… relieved? A small blush played across your cheeks at the idea. It was at this moment that Mo’at broke through the crowd, almost instantly, capturing Neytiri in a firm embrace, before moving to greet each one of her grandchildren individually. Once reaching Neteyam she eyed the two of you studiously for a moment before embracing her grandson “welcome home, child” she smiled warmly,“Y/N, make sure the children find their way to their parents”. She says before making her way over to Jake, to guide the rest of her family to their hut. Some of the kids let out an agitated whine hearing they’d have to go home, the loudest coming from Koa. You really were like a second mother to all of them,“Hush now, I don’t want to hear any complaining” you say leaning down to take Koa into your arms, balancing her on your hip.

Neteyam watched how you handled the kids so naturally, his heart nearly skipping a beat. As you started to make your departure, a hand quickly came up to grasp your free arm, directing your gaze over your shoulder to Neteyam, “Will I see you at the feast?” He asked eagerly to which you offered him a playful smirk, “if that is what the mighty warrior wants” you muse before his hand fell from your arm as you walked away with your students following closely behind, Neteyam’s gaze falling to the sway of your hips as soon as your back was turned.

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Later that evening the clan was celebrating the return of the Sullys around a raging fire. Na’vi danced as music sounded throughout high camp alongside that of cheers and laughter. The clan was so lively, your heart warmed as you made your way toward the party. You dressed yourself in a sheer lilac loincloth, decorated with pearl colored stones and beads. Your top resembled a similarly colored array swaying beads, woven in individual lines, reflecting that of beaded fringe, hanging over the swell of your chest, just barely covering the underside of your breasts. Catching sight of your students dancing with each other and some with their parents you smiled endearingly, making your arrival on the scene. Scanning the crowd, your eyes landed on Neteyam who was conversing with a group of males, some old friends, laughing and shoving each other playfully. Chuckling at something one of the males had said, rolling his eyes at the whatever foolish comment he had made, Neteyam found himself locking eyes with you as he looked up. His smile slowly fading, his jaw now hanging daftly before quickly excusing himself from the group, making his way to meet you in the middle of your path. “Y/N you look-“ Neteyam paused trying to find the words trying not to sound too straight forward, “-nice” he stated, mentally kicking himself after the fact. Was that really the best he could come up with? You rolled your eyes playfully, nudging his shoulder, “hush- come on let’s sit, I wish to hear about what the mightyNeteyam has been up to all this time” you giggle, before leading him to a semi-open spot for the two of you to catch up.

Neteyam proceeded to tell you every detail of Awa’atlu, and how he and his siblings adapted to the Metkayina’s way of life before being discovered by the RDA a couple months into their stay. He marked how the next few years were strenuous, constantly fighting back the RDA forces, until they had finally won. You listened intently, as he finished his story, your eyes falling to a cyan colored female sat against Lo’ak’s chest, encompassed by his embrace, “and her?” You asked nodding in the direction of the two “Ah- that is Tsireya, she was our teacher during our Uturu. She was meant to become Tsahìk of the Metkayina, but she relinquished her title after mating with Lo’ak. Decided she wanted to come back with us to the forest.” You smile fondly at the couple watching as Lo’ak’s fingers danced across the skin of Tsireya’s arm, “They seem to be perfect for each other, I don’t think I’ve ever seen your brother so calm”. Neteyam nodded in agreement as he began to watch the two with you, before releasing a heavy sigh, “You should’ve seen the commotion they made. Her parents were furious that she had mated with an ‘outsider’, even though we had passed our iknimaya at this point. But they held their ground… I don’t think I’ve ever been as proud of Lo’ak as I was in that moment I watched him stand up for his mate against the Olo’eyktan.” Neteyam smiled, his gaze softening as he reminisced the scene.

You turned to him with a tilt of your head, “and what about you? I don’t see a pretty ocean girl wrapped around your arm”. Neteyam merely scoffed rubbing his temple with his fingers, “Have you met my siblings? There is no way I could let them out of my sight for an instant. I kind of just… forgot” Neteyam responded trailing off at the end. You let out a defined ‘HA’ not believe any of the words he was feeding you, “you mean to tell me out of the 6 years you were gone, not a single ocean woman peaked your interest?” You asked quizzically, leaning back on your palms. Neteyam scanned you with a cocked brow shifted his weight to look at you directly, “And what about you? All this time and you claim not to have a mate yourself”. You scoffed looking off into the fire, becoming mesmerized by its dance, “I’ve thought about it yes, but ever since your grandmother graciously gifted me the task of teaching the younglings, I’ve found myself…caught up. Unfortunately that doesn’t stop the suitors though,”. “You sound as if it bothers you that men are interested in you. Multiple men by the sounds of it” Neteyam smirked mockingly. You groan throwing your head back at his jab “It’s not that… they are only interested in me because they see how I handle the children. Like I’m something they can easily breed.” Neteyam tossed this idea around in his head for a moment sweeping your body with his eyes, before continuing to press the conversation further, “Isn’t that what you want?” Your head swiveled from its reclined state to shoot back up to him, your eyes threatening to pop out of their sockets at his suggestion, “you think I want to be bred?” You shot at him slightly offended, though the idea wasn’t completely off the table,for the right person, not that you would admit that. Immediately Neteyam noticed his error, quickly jumping to defend himself and fix his mistake “No! Nonono, I didn’t mean- sorry I only meant children, don’t you want children? Your own children?” Neteyam emphasized, breathing a little heavy as his heart rate had picked up due to the embarrassment of the brief misunderstanding. A growing blush becoming evident on his features.

You laughed at his uneasiness, pushing his shoulder playfully, “Easy there, mighty warrior there are no hard feelings. But to answer your question, yes I do want children of my own eventually, but I will not throw myself at the first male who looks at me nicely or gives me flowers”. Neteyam considered this for a moment mentally scratching flowers off the list of potential courting gifts. At that moment you found yourself distracted as Koa leaped into your arms seemingly from nowhere, “Karyu! are you having fun?” She beamed, playing with a strand of your hair absentmindedly. You giggled wrapping your arms around the small child securely, “I am having the most fun, now that you are here..” you smiled leaning down to whisper not so secretly as you made eye contact with Neteyam, “Toruk Makto’s son is soooo boring” you smirked. Koa giggling wildly, leaned into your chest, hiding bashfully from Neteyam with her hands covering her face. Neteyam faked an offended expression , clutching his chest, “Boring? I am Neteyam, the mighty warrior! How can I be boring?” He boasted puffing his chest theatrically, earning louder giggles from Koa at this display. You watched as Koa got more and more flustered, hiding her face in your chest. “I think someone has a crush on you, Teyam” you muse, giving the child gentle strokes along her back. Neteyam smiled softly leaning down to your chest in attempts to catch Koa’s gaze, only causing the child to lean away shyly. “Do you think I am boring little one?” He asked, his voice low and gentle. Your ears flicked at the sound. He was so close… too close, you could feel the heat of his breath play across your skin, your heartbeat beginning to pick up. Koa quickly noticed the change in your pulse looking up at you curiously, “Karyu, your heart is loud, are you okay?” She whimpered concerned. Neteyam eyed you with cocky smirk painting his features, taking in your flustered appearance, “I think Y/N needs a change of scenery” he hummed.

Rising to his feet, Neteyam extended his hand for you watching carefully as you placed Koa on her feet before taking his offer, rising up to meet him, “Do you mind if I steal your karyu for a while? I think she is feeling a little over whelmed from all of the festivities.” Neteyam asked Koa giving her a gentle look. His grasp on your hand having yet to waver. Koa debated the question for a moment, before smiling brightly, “Ok.. feel better Karyu!” She called as she ran off toward her parents. You giggled shaking your head as she left before turning your attention back to Neteyam, “You’ve just returned home, yet you seem eager to flee again?” You say cocking a brow. Neteyam grinned at this, his gaze floating over the members of the clan, “I’m glad to finally see all of my old companions, but I long to be in the forest again. Would you accompany me?” Neteyam admitted eyeing the dullness of the rocks that hid the clan’s residence. “Took you long enough, I was beginning to wonder if you had lost your desire for the forest” you hummed matter of factly, before making your way to the opening of the cave, Neteyam following closely behind you “I don’t think I could loose my love of the forest even if I tried.” He stated, calling for his ikran as you did, the both of you mounting your respective banshee hastily before racing off toward the forest.

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The sounds of laughter echoed off the trees of the forest as you two dismounted your ikran. “You cheated!” Neteyam chuckled, pointing an accusatory finger your way. You feigned shock at his statement, “Cheated? Me?? No mighty warrior, I fear you have grown rusty in your time with the sea people. Perhaps you would do better at a swimming contest?” You nagged sticking your tongue out at him. Neteyam laughed at your child like mannerisms shaking his head, “I think you are spending too much time with your students, they are starting to rub off on you.”. You scoffed smacking his chest playfully as you walked ahead of him, your tail brushing against his leg as you passed by, “I think you are just a sore loser” you quip, throwing him a smirk from over your shoulder. Neteyam eyed you wildly, the sway of your hips, the way your tail teasingly swished back and forth. He was completely enthralled by you. Continuing on your path, admiring the bioluminescence around you, a familiar tug on your tail pulled at your attention.

Halting in your tracks, you raised your tail in defense as you looked back at Neteyam with a grin spread across his face, “Don’t start what you can not finish Nete.” You tease, beginning to circle the man as if he were your prey. Neteyam followed your movements with his eyes carefully as you made your way around his backside, lunging for his tail that Neteyam quickly swiped out of your reach, “I can finish it…,but I don’t think you have what it takes to properly take me on” he shot back at you, successfully grabbing your tail a second time as you made your rounds, using it to pull you into him, your back pressed flat against his chest, “Do you think you could take me, Y/N?” He purred into your ear, nuzzling its shell with his nose. You gasped surprised to feel how hard he was against your plush ass, pondering his proposal, simultaneously feeling heat spread between your legs. Melting against his touch you gently let your head fall against his shoulder, as Neteyam dragged his nose down from your ear to your neck, peppering wet kisses along its surface. His hands caressed the skin of your hips, allowing his nails to indent your skin as you rocked your ass against his clothed cock, “Mmm is this what you’ve been waiting for, yawne? Waiting for me to finally return home, just so you can have me all to yourself?” He hummed against your neck, bringing his kisses up to your jaw as his hands fiddled with the hem of your loincloth. You mewled against his touch, reaching behind you to grasp his hips and pull him further against you, desperate for friction.

“Answer me sweet girl…” he ordered, lightly pulling your earlobe between his teeth. You whimpered as heat rose to your face both in arousal and from embarrassment of how easy it was for your body to succumb to his advances, “Yes.. I’ve only ever wanted you, Nete” you admit, arching your back to grind your ass harder against his cock, praying that it would somehow graze your clothed folds. Neteyam chuckled in a low voice, biting his lower lip as he watched you, “That’s my girl… look at you, pushing your ass onto me so eagerly. You really want this cock that bad baby?”. You nod breathless as you start to feel yourself loosing any sort of restraint. Neteyam groaned in response, gently smacking your thigh to bring your consciousness back to the forefront, “Spread your legs for me baby, let me stretch you out first”. Following his request without hesitation you widen your stance, wrapping your tail around his thigh, making sure to keep him close to you. Lifting his left hand to slide beneath your loose fringe top Neteyam began massaging your breast, rolling his thumb agonizingly slow over your stiff nipple, while his other hand ventured past your loincloth, swiping a digit past your already lubricated pussy lips.

“Eywa, you’re such a little slut aren’t you? I’ve hardly touched you and already you’re so wet. Practically dripping down your leg. All for me?” Neteyam groaned pushing his middle digit passed your lips into your sopping cunt. “Oh! Fuck yes” you moaned finally being granted the touch you’ve been craving. Neteyam leaned his face into the crook of your neck as he pumped his finger in and out of you, listening to the sweet sounds that shamelessly fell from your lips. “Tell me pretty girl, did you think of me while you touched yourself? Did you imagine those feeble little fingers of yours were mine instead?” He hummed in your ear, inserting his index finger alongside his other digit, massaging the roof of your cunt. Your mouth hung open in ecstasy at the stretch, continuing to rub your ass into his hips, grinding yourself onto his fingers in the process, “Y-yes.. so many times. I’d imagine you taking me completely… bending me into whatever position pleased you…Fucking me until I can’t feel my legs” you whine out, cupping his hands that worked on stimulating your body with your own, encouraging his movements. “Shit.. you missed me that much huh? I’m glad you did not forget about me while I was gone. Is that what you want babygirl? You want me to use this pretty lil pussy?” Neteyam growled into your neck, dragging his fangs across the skin, before closing his mouth around your sweet spot, sucking hungrily on your neck. You yelp out adding pressure on the hand that toyed with your pussy, begging for more, “Please ugh.. I’m all yours Nete.” Turning your face to make eye contact with him from over your shoulder, you move a hand to cup his face, “I want you to mate me Teyam- make me yours… breed me. Please…” you beg, your eyes never straying from his. Your words awoke a deep hunger in Neteyam, which became evident when he devoured your lips the instant the plead left your mouth. As your tongues danced together, Neteyam removed his fingers from your core, much to your displeasure, moving to focus on untying your loincloth. When the lightweight fabric fell silently from your body, Neteyam turned you around to face him fully. His eyes were completely mesmerized by your body. Staring into his eyes you reach up to the back of your neck to untie your top, but Neteyam stopped you, grabbing your wrist gently, “Leave it on… I want to hear those beads smack against your skin, while I’m fucking into you.” He purred, releasing your wrist, running his fingers between the loosely hanging fringe of beads to rub his thumb across one of your nipple.

“How about you take off my loincloth for me instead?” He offered the ultimatum, to which you gladly complied, reaching your hands behind him to work on untying the offensive undergarment, your gaze never leaving his for a moment. His own hands wandering to cup the swell of your ass, gripping the flesh of your cheeks spreading them apart to hear the faint sound of your pussy lips separating, earning an eager whine from you in response. His tail swished behind him at the sound making him desperate to sink his raging cock into you all the more sooner. The garment fell from his hips, allowing his cock to spring up free of its restraints. You gawked in awe at his size feeling a strange mix of excitement and anxiousness arise in the pit of your stomach. “You like what you see, Y/N?” Neteyam chuckled, noting your obvious staring. You looked up at him with a cheeky smirk, wrapping your arms around his neck, “I have no idea how you managed to hide this from me all those years ago.” You mused, licking a stripe up the tip of his nose, “It wasn’t easy… your body always had its way of calling to me. I was half relieved when my father became more strict with my training.” He hummed, leaning forward to rub your nose gently with his own, eyes heavy with lust as he stared into you. You laughed at his confession cocking your head to the side, “So you were avoiding me” you accused dragging a hand down his chest and his toned abs before wrapping your nimble fingers around his throbbing length, stroking him slowly. “Mmm…To stop myself from pinning you down and fucking you mercilessly; yes I avoided you.” He breathed, moving to recapture your lips with his own, kissing you heatedly.

Pulling away from the kiss you tighten your grip on his cock as your eyes met his again, “So what’s holding you back from doing it now? Cant handle me baby?” You tease impishly. A low growl rumbled from Neteyam’s chest at your words, as he hastily grasped your thighs lifting you into his arms, pressing you firmly against his chest. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, giggling at his eagerness. The tip of his cock teased your cunt, the preexisting slick making it easy to caress from your clit to between your lips as he walked you to the trunk of a tree, cementing your body against its mossy surface with his. “Be careful what you wish for, yawne” he groaned, ensuring that his tip was lined up with your entrance, before reaching behind his head, to grasp his kuru, pulling it forward waiting in anticipation as you copied his movements. The two of you watched as the tendrils of your queues explored each other, before finally embracing one another, sealing your bond. You looked at each other with lustful, dilated eyes, Neteyam’s hands moving to pull your ass cheeks apart once more, giving him better access to your soaked core. The anticipation was killing you, “Please Neteyam, you’ve kept me waiting for too- Ah!” Your plead was cut short as Neteyam finally caved in to his urges, burying his cock swiftly inside your throbbing pussy. The pleasure that was emphasized from tsaheylu only made Neteyam more desperate to pound into senselessly, despite this he held onto whatever restraint he still had, allowing you to adjust to his size. You swore you had nearly been split in half, almost nervous to look down at your stomach, knowing that there’d have to been a prominent bulge now poking out.

Neteyam leaned his forehead against yours, breaths heavy as his nails left deep indents in the flesh of your ass while he teasingly began stirring his cock inside of you. “Fuck baby you are still so tight for me… did my fingers not stretch your needy little hole out enough? You just needed to be filled by this fat cock… didn’t you darling?” Neteyam grunted, lifting your hips to withdraw himself from your cunt momentarily, before selfishly plunging back into you in a heartbeat. You screamed out at his sudden harshness, arching your back in ecstasy as his cock hit the exact spot you needed it to. “Right there baby? That’s where you want it?” He confirmed, feeling how you craved for him to repeat his actions through the bond. “Please fuck yes Teyam, I need you so bad” you whine, trying your best to grind your hips against him, attempting to massage the spot with the tip of his cock yourself. “Shhh my love, let me take care of you.” He growled pulling his hips back enough to drive himself back into the place you desired most “Oh fuck, I can’t wait to stuff this pussy with my cum.. I just want breed this pretty pussy over and over until you can’t take another drop and your legs are shaking around me”.

Your head fell back against the tree, completely overtaken by his naughty words gripping onto his shoulders for dear life as Neteyam finally found his rhythm, fucking into you with sharp precise thrusts. “Fuck! Oh Tey I’m so close” you whimpered, chest heaving as your core tightening in response to each of his thrusts. “Haah.. you’re milking my cock so well, love. Go ahead, cum for me”. Practically releasing on command, you drench his cock in your juices, moaning out as you road through your orgasm. Neteyam steadied his movements to a halt, allowing you to catch your breath. Slowly coming down from your high, you quickly clung to your mate, as he stepped away from the tree, lowering you to lay against the mossy forest floor. “Teyam?” You mewed as he took one of your legs over his shoulder, pressing the other firmly to the ground next to you, before shoving his cock back into your sensitive cunt without warning. Neteyam began fucking mercilessly into you, just as he said he would, coaxing out loud wet noises from your dripping cunt. You cried out breathlessly, reveling in the feeling over being overstimulated. “Taking me so well baby…such a good girl” Neteyam moaned, pressing sloppy open mouth kisses on your calf as he pounded into you. You moaned with each thrust, fisting the moss helplessly beneath you for some sense of stability. “Oh shit, I’m gonna cum- open up wide for me baby. I want you to take every fucking drop.” Neteyam groaned, his thrusts boarding on messy, raising your leg from his shoulder holding it in the air, pushing your legs wider in the process as he shot his load into your womb.

Exhaustion began to take over you, your body felt limp and weak. Focusing your eyes on Neteyam who own gaze bore into you, somewhat disassociating as he steadied his breathing. Just as you were about to speak, Neteyam shifts his weight to hook his arm under you, rolling you over onto your stomach, rough needy hands lifting your hips into the air ready to line up his already hardening cock back into your abused cunt, “Neteyam wait- I need a minute” you begged, face pressed into the ground as you tried to search for stability in your wobbling knees. “I already told you, yawne… I’m gonna breed this pussy until you're completely full of my cum. I want your womb to be full of my seed. Go ahead, catch your breath, love” he purred lovingly stroking your spine, sliding his cock along your lips, “you said you didn’t want to feel your legs after right? Hold on tight, yawne”.

So I think I got a little carried away, but I guess that's what I get for writting about one of my actual kinks so... WHOOPS oh well.

I've been making good progress with chapter 4 of ASSDWD I'm so excited to share it with all of you! Thanks to everyone who has been showing support for the series, however in the meantime; I hope you enjoy this lil one shot

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#avatar twow #avatar #avatarsmut #neteyam sully x reader #neteyam sully smut #neteyam smut #submisive and breedable #friends to lovers #neteyam x na'vi!reader

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muwapsturniolo · 1 month

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✯Kill Bill✯

Summary: Y/n can’t bare to see Matt with anyone else

Warning: VERY HEAVY SUBJECTS ARE TALKED ABOUT!!! PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN ADVISORY!! talks about mental health, murder, guns, knives, trespassing, death, suicide. IF I FORGOT ANYTHING PLEASE LET ME KNOW!!!

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The faint humming of the flickering fluorescent lights clouds Y/n's ears as she shuffles through the supermarket. Her feet drag across the dirty tiles, her body movements sluggish. The smell of vegetables and meat filling up her nose as she walks.

"flour, eggs, milk. flour eggs milk." She chants to herself, her lips barely moving. As she walks towards the baking aisle, basket in hand, she sees a bundle of pink in her peripheral. She turns and her breath hitches.

A boquet of pink roses.

She stares at them, her mind swarming with the endless memories she's had with them. Her body stands motionless, the tunnel vision taking over.

“I got you these!”

“I’ve never received flowers before!”

Crash

“Shit, I’m so so-Y/n?” She’s snapped out of her thoughts by a voice that has haunted her for the past year now. She turns and sees her ex in full glory.

Matt.

She says nothing to him, the words that want to fall from her mouth getting stuck in her throat, choking her. He looks her up and down, noticing how beat she looks. Her eye bags are prominent, a clear indication she hasn’t slept in who knows how long. Her skin is dull, a vast contrast to how radiant she used to be. Her clothes are different as well, a pair of sweats and some crewneck that has bleach stains on it.

She doesn’t look ok.

“Hey…” She manages to mumbles out. He does his best to give her a genuine smile, but it’s more awkward than anything. They haven’t spoken since a week after the breakup, the last text being Matt telling her to leave him alone and go do something with her life.

“How are you?” He questions, not really knowing how to carry on with the conversation. He didn't plan on seeing her ever again.

“Fine…”

That’s a lie. She’s not fine.

She hasn’t been fine since the day he broke up with her. She fell into a deep depression, shutting everyone including her own family out. Her mental state got so bad, she had to go to an inpatient facility as well as therapy. They put her on medication and she still does therapy to this day.

Matt nods and looks around awkwardly. He notices the bouquet of pink roses next to her and he smiles a bit. “Do you remember when I bought you those for the first time?”

His words trigger her, her knuckles turning white as she clenches the shopping cart. “Yeah…I-I do.” Her voice cracks. Matt notices and sighs to himself.

Maybe he shouldn’t have brought that up.

He walks past her towards the bouquet, and instantly she catches a whiff of him.

Versace Eros.

The cologne she bought for him.

She remembers how she had to pick up a few extra shifts just to afford the fragrance. She was so happy when she was able to buy it for him, even more excited to see his expression when the gift was given.

He picks up the bouquet and turns to her, “Let me buy you these…for old times sake?” He doesn't know why he offered, maybe it was because he knew he did her wrong.

Immediate joy spreads through the girl's body. The serotonin rushing to her brain. She nods, a wide smile on her face.

Her cart is long forgotten as she follows him to the checkout, a pep in her step as she eagerly skips to the self-checkout.

That interaction was a week ago, and that leads us to now.

She stares at her phone, waiting for Matt to respond. She decided to text him, a simple “thank you for the roses, it truly meant a lot💕”

It’s been about twenty minutes since she sent the text and she received nothing, until her phone rang. She quickly picks up the phone seeing that it’s Matt, her voice giddy.

“Hey Ma-who the hell are you and why is my fiance buying you roses?”

Her heart plummets. The good mood she was in wiped away in an instant.

Fiance?

He’s getting married?

Why would he buy her flowers if he’s getting married? He still loves her, right? He bought her flowers as an apology right?

“Y/n I think you are dwelling too much on the past. There’s other men out there for you.”

She snaps back into reality, looking around the therapist's office in confusion. She was just in her living room, getting cussed out by Matt’s fiance.

How did she get here?

Her therapist sees the confused look on her face and sighs knowing what’s going on. “You don’t remember how you got here do you?” The girl shakes her head. “You dissociated…Again. I thought we were getting better Y/n.”

“I-I am! I’m making progress! I just-he bought me flowers and then I find out he’s engaged! It’s perfectly normal to be upset!”

“It is, but not for two weeks.”

She’s been out of it for two weeks? She doesn’t even remember going to work, eating, or even sleeping. Her therapist sets their clipboard down, leaning forward slightly. “He’s a trigger for you. He makes your mental state and life worse-No! He helps! He doesn’t make anything worse he makes it better!” She’s quick to try and defend Matt, not liking the way her therapist degrades him.

“Does he? He broken up with you on your anniversary, claiming that he can’t handle a relationship with you anymore. He left you at the restaurant, leaving you to get an Uber home. He took all your friends away from you. When you tried to talk it out with him, he proceeded to degrade you and make you fall into a deep depression that had you in a mental hospital.”

“I’m sorry for being so harsh but it is the truth. I don't think you should dwell on Matt... There's other men out there for you."

"I don't want other men, I want him." she thinks to herself.

The therapist sighs and takes off their glasses in frustration seeing that she's not responding. "are you still taking your medicati-where are you going?” The therapist watches as Y/n grabs her things and stands up. "I need to go," She ushers out of the office, dashing to her car.

she climbs in and stares straight ahead, her breathing ragged as her therapist's words circulate in her mind.

She slams her hands on the steering wheel and begins screaming, kicking her feet and flailing her limbs in rage.

“He’s wrong! He’s wrong! He loves me! He loves me! He lo-“

She stands in front of the door, the bouquet of decaying roses in her hand. She doesn’t know how she got here. She looks around her, taking in the view of the gorgeous neighborhood. She could see herself living here with Matt. A ring on her finger as their kids play in the yard. She turns back towards the door but movement through a window catches her attention. The sight in front of her broke her heart, filling her body with immense anger

Matt and his fiance by the kitchen sink. She’s washing the dishes as Matt hugs her from behind, kissing along her shoulder.

Her hand clenches the stems harder, the thorns digging into her palm, drawing the smallest amount of blood. Her breathing becomes ragged, her heartbeat pounding in her ears.

She snaps.

She tears the roses apart, the petals and stems flying around, landing on the doorstep. She stares at the mess she made, one thought running through her head.

She looks through the window and sees that the lovely couple is gone. Not thinking clearly, she opens the door and creeps inside. She looks around the home, taking in the decor. knick-nacks lay on tables and bookshelves, a couple of blankets strewn over the couches. The TV was on in the living room, playing an episode of Friends.

"Matt hates friends." She thinks to herself. As she went to turn it off, she came across a picture sitting on a side table.

It was a picture of Matt down on one knee, proposing to his current fiance. She reads the bottom of the photo and her heart breaks.

They were going to get married on Y/n's birthday.

She feels stinging in her eyes as she stares at the picture. She blinked quickly and realized she was crying. Was it because of the heartbreaking news she found out, or was it because she forgot to blink? She doesn't know and she doesn't get to find out.

"What the fuck?"

She turns around and sees the fiance looking at her in fright. She begins screaming at her, yelling for her to get out. Y/n is freaking out, she doesn't want Matt to see her. "Calm your fucking tits!" She seethes trying to get her to be quiet.

"Get the fuck out of my house!" The fiance grabs a kitchen knife and begins wielding it. Matt rushes down the stairs hearing the commotion, eyes wide when he sees the scene in front of him. He dashes towards his fiance, trying to get her to put the knife down so no one gets hurt. Y/n stands there, not knowing what to do.

She was so entranced by Matt, she didn't see his fiance breaking out of his hold and charging at her.

It all happened so fast, two bodies colliding and a loud bang being heard.

a body drops to floor, blood seeping out of their chest.

"K-Kayla?" Matt croaks out, a lump in his throat as he sees his lover lying on the floor. He drops to his knees, pleading for her to get up.

Y/n stands there, her ears ringing as she watches the scene in front of her. She sees how distraught Matt is over his fiance being dead, his cries gut-wrenching. She comes to the conclusion that has her seeing red.

Matt was a lost cause, he truly loved Kayla.

"What did you do?" He turns to the emotionless girl, a look of pure hatred in his eyes. He stands staggered and gets in her face,

" WHAT DID YOU DO?!?!"

He's beyond angry, his chest rising and falling harshly, spit flying out of his mouth as he yells. Y/n looks away from the dead body and at Matt, the blood splatter on her face shining in the kitchen light.

"T-That shot wasn't for her." She mutters softly.

Matt's heart drops to his stomach as he takes a step back,

"W-What?"

He watches as Y/n's grip on the gun tightens, raising it so it's pointed right at him. “P-put it down,” He weakly demands.

“I tried…I really did Matt,” her voice cracks as she shakily holds the gun to his temple. “I tried so hard to get over you, move on, but I loved you, I still love you! You moved on so quick! Getting engaged and having the nerve to get married on my birthday! You bought me flowers!”

It’s clear as day that she’s losing it, not thinking straight at all. Matt doesn’t know what to do, he could try and take the gun away from her, but she could end up killing him in the process. He decides to play his cards right, hoping he could make it out of this alive.

"I-I do love you, I never stopped." He lies through his teeth. The words tasted like vomit, scorching his tongue as easily as they rolled off. The grip on the gun becomes loose, her eyes wide with admiration. Matt sees this and keeps going, apologizing to his late fiance in his head.

"I hated being with Kayla... She was so demanding and she forced me to move away from Nick and Chris. I only proposed because she demanded me to. Why do you think I don't wear my ring?" Y/n looked at his hands and sure enough, there was no ring.

"I chose your birthday to get married on because I wanted to run away from the altar and be with you."

"Y-You want to be with me again?" She allows her arms to drop to the side, the gun still in her hand. Matt gulps as he nods, slowly inching forward towards her. His shaking hands grasp at her waist, pulling her close. "I do, I want to be with you so but- but what?" her tone is anxious. What's holding him back from being with her? " We need to report the murder to the authorities." Y/n quickly shakes her head, tears forming in her eyes. "N-No! Matt I can't!" he grabs her face, attempting to calm her down.

"Hey hey! Calm down! It will be fine! I-If we call now and you confess, and say it was self-defense, you won't be in jail for that long! I'll visit you every day! We can get married and have our kids just like we always planned!" He's in distress, saying any and everything to get her to agree.

Her mind is reeling, nothing making sense to her. She wants to believe him so bad, but something is telling her not to.

Matt can tell she's torn, so he does the only thing he can think of.

He presses his lips against hers, holding her waist tightly. The kiss becomes intense, both of them holding each other tightly but for different reasons.

Y/n held him tightly as if he would disappear, not wanting him to leave her again. Matt holding her tightly hoping she wouldn't hurt him.

She tugs at his shirt, pulling it over his head when a glimmer of silver catches her attention.

A silver engagement ring on a chain, around his neck.

He's a liar. He never planned on visiting her, he doesn't love her anymore. There was no second chapter for Matt and Y/n, this was truly the end of their story.

"I love you," her words are whispered, her lips pressing one last kiss to his as she raised the gun.

"Y/n what are you doing?" She aims the gun at his chest, specifically where his heart sits.

"If I can't have you, no one can." She sniffles and cocks the gun.

"I'm doing this for us."

BAM

Matt stumbles back, his hand immediately flying to his chest. He looks down and sees his own blood staining his hand. he back at her, beginning to choke and sputter on the dark liquid, before dropping to the ground, landing right next to Kayla.

Y/n watches with sad eyes, her heart heavy as Matt goes limp, the light draining from his eyes.

She never thought it would come to this, this isn't how their chapter was supposed to end. Her body is on autopilot, grabbing the phone from her pocket and dialing a number.

"911, what's your emergency?"

"I just killed my ex, it wasn't the best idea. I killed his girlfriend too....I don't know how I got here. I killed him..." She confesses, her eyes still on Matt's dead body.

"You killed your ex? Ma'am could you tell me your loc- I did it on no drugs, I did it all while being sober. I did it for us." her voice void of all emotion.

"Are you still armed?" The emergency call taker asks once hearing the cocking of a gun.

"I'd rather die and be in hell than be in jail without him."

Bam!

The gun falls to the floor as her body topples over.

"Hello?! Ma'am?!"

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FIRST FIC FOR MUWAP WEEK! sorry to start it off with a dark fic but I really wanted to write something for this song and tbh, this wasn't even the original idea I had for it 😭 but yeah. like and comment plz! repost if you would like! the fic for tmrw will be,

✯ex for a reason ft chris sturniolo✯

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quackysmackk · 8 months

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HI OH MY GOSH YOUR COMIC IS AMAZING!!!!

I love it so much!! Your art style, the script, the designs the character interactions, everything! But one little detail that just melts me into a puddle of pure serotonin is the way you draw Moon's hat!! I don't know why I'm so enamoured by it, maybe bc it fully covers the top of his head or bc it's wide enough to look like he has hair, but ahhhh it's amazing!! Biggest fan of that <333 ALSO MOON HOLDING GREGORY LIKE A BABY IN PAGES 2 AND 3. TOO ADORABLE!! Could we please have more of Sun and Moon holding Gregory and cuddling him? 👉👈🥺

THANK YOUUUU and OFC!! I’ll make more of them and Gregory later haha

#fnaf sb #fnaf security breach #fnaf sun #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf gregory #asks #anon asks #fnaf asks #dca #fnaf moon #sundrop #moondrop #dca au #fnaf #montgomery gator #fnaf monty

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lesbianjobutupaki · 3 months

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Art practice by trying some other artist's styles that I'm a huge fan of!

From Top Left to Bottom Right:

@ghostishere0 - the original reason I started this doodle, as I wanted to draw a "shepherd lovers squad" and their OC (who I don't know the name of F) was the perfect fit for it.

@luminesparkz - the best interpretation of Pom pikmin. If I were Mr. Nitendo, I would make them the official comic creator along with the manga comics.

@marblyso - If I was a little more unhinged and made a shrine to Erma Shepherd, it would be mostly marblyso's art of her, it's my absolute favorite Erma depiction <3

@rexscanonwife - another OC that I don't know the name of, but she makes such a cute pair with Shepherd and has such cute art that why not, let Shepherd have multiple canon wives at this point.

@citruscrisp - I think this is secretly Alph in an alternate universe where he makes comics about himself, because citrus has Alph's character SPOT ON, and also loves to put that boy in a situation (which I am happy for, I enjoy seeing that boy in a situation)

@daisythecomic - oooaaaaaaaaaa they look like little mice people they look so soft and sweet I love them so muuuuuuuuuccchhhhhhhhh

@louie-posting - I can't not include actual Louie Pikmin on this list.

@kiwilittle - the soft, the sweet, the one who makes the best family style art, really making me wish I was an inch tall so I could go to holidays with the olimar family, also their wife design is so cute that if Olimar didn't already get it I would shoot my shot for her m a a m

@pikbugz - really nails the soft aesthetic that makes pikmin such a calming series, and their coloring style is so soft and good that it gives me the ratatouille nostalgia flashback moment.

@splitster - more than just the wraith au guy, they are the one who makes incredible and funny comics; I've seen so many fics with the rescue corps where I can pick up that yes, this trait came from a splitster comic, and that's a GOOD thing. Made me actually LIKE Dingo, the nerve.

@diesaur - I can't do diesaur's incredible, unique art justice, they are amazing at using geometrics and have the best charlie (his little teefs...)

@solluxander - Cars, one of my favorite pikmin Ocs I've ever seen! Collin deserves a slightly unhinged sentient fluffball boyfriend, and I always love seeing the new ways Cars will interact with him.

@sillypikmin - all hail the best pikposter, who I'm still convinced is an actual leafling living on actual pnf-404, literally every time I have a bad day I look at drawings of Moss and feel better.

@eggpathy - thank goodness they came back to give us old man yaoi. I keep their drawing of olimar kissing the pikmin good night on my phone and look at it before I go to sleep and so far I have yet to have a single nightmare.

@the-knife-consumer - the only person I trust with Louittany, toxic yuri my beloved, I just adore their beasty brittany design so so much, I wish I could have a small brittany to live in my house...

anyway they have the best headcanons for our beloved blorbo hamster people

@natibranch - there's a voice line of Louie going "wa-ha!" in this really cute sing-song voice and every time I see any art by natibranch I hear that sound in my head as a little burst of serotonin, they just nail that exact feeling so so well.

@pikked-min - Another of my favorite Pikmin OCs, Yuva! A really interesting and unique character concept with a lot of thought put into the worldbuilding, followed by a strong unusual personality that had me looking at the pikmin world through a new perspective entirely. Please, someone, give them some sunglasses. Read the fic it's so good

@ssserf - artistic and deep while still somehow looking like official nintendo tm art, genuinely the best at the pikmin proportions, how could I resist trying my hand at the classic amazing beautiful Brittany Fruit Sweater moment, literally SO iconic

@kashi-pon - while I was working on the part of this that was just kashi's various highlife dresses there was a part of me that wanted to dedicate the rest of the space to paying homage to the joke comic of Louie lifting his skirt to show Olimar that he's wearing shorts, except this dress....well......

@diamondwerewolf - the reason we got louie in a little bunny outfit anyway, and thus why we got kashi's dress version. you single-handedly turned Louie into a tumblr sexyman, how could you

#pikmin #pikmin art #pikmin artists #pikmin 2 #pikmin 4 #pikmin 3 #my art

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pastafossa · 11 months

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Charlie Cox experience at Philly Fan Expo 2023

So LET”S TALK ABOUT ME MEETING CHARLIE. I’m actually going to make two posts - this one just about my experiences with Charlie, because they were incredibly meaningful and deserve their own post, and then another one about the rest of the con!

I’m going to talk about Charlie first, because of how amazing the experience was, one of the best I’ve had, especially at the autograph table. I’ve done photos, gotten autographs and such before from other celebs - from niche voice actors I loved to people like David Tennant - but this felt Really Really Big. Obviously, I was nervous as all hell because holy shit Charlie Cox, my favorite actor whose work altered the course of my life. I won’t lie - I’d been practicing what to say to him in case I freaked out, but I’m happy to say that everyone who reassured me it would go great, because he was so, so genuine and kind, were right.

The photo op happened first (and thank you to everyone on tumblr guiding me where to go, cause I was LOST about where that was happening), and that went fast. By that point in the con hall, I’d already ditched my Jessica Jones jacket and gloves cause holy shit it’s hot and I am a creature of snow and ice, and my hair was a mess, but honestly I didn’t care, cause there he is. You don’t get long, but he made the most of it and he was SO sweet. Ya’ll, he asked my name, said my name as he shook my hand, and called me ‘my dear’ in that beautiful voice.

I was literally on the moon, but it was time for the big question:

Will he hold the red thread from TRT?

So in a quiet, nervous, soft author voice, I asked, ‘would you be ok with holding this end of the thread?’

HE FUCKING DID.

HE HELD IT.

HE HELD. THE. RED. THREAD.

I’m fairly certain he doesn’t know about the fic at this point - he wasn’t sure where to hold it until I told him, but he loved that it lit up! AND THEN HE PUT HIS ARM AROUND ME AND I GOT TO PUT MY ARM AROUND HIM BACK.

I’m fairly certain I’m dead in the photo. My soul had left my body. I had ascended. I saw Jesus and he looked like Charlie. I had achieved fic author heights never imagined. My brain filled with enough serotonin and dopamine to sink a ship. I didn’t care that I was hot and sweaty or that my hair was messy or that my cosplay didn’t work out like I’d planned. I had been blessed.

also look at that forearm holy shit

I floated outta that gd room ya’ll. I’m pretty sure @wonderlandmind4 did the same. WE FROLICKED OUT OF THAT HALL LIKE

But things got even better at the autograph table, and I had one of the most touching experiences ever.

not me tearing up thinking about it.

That line was long, but I kept getting glimpses of him and I could already tell he was enjoying interacting with people, and he was making sure everyone got their bit of time with him instead of letting anyone rush people through. He was so happy looking, laughing and grinning, high fives and fist bumps for kids, chatting with fans. Which made me feel a little more confident.

I know some people wondered if I’d tell him about TRT, and I’d already decided I wasn’t going to. Instead, I really, really wanted just a second to tell him what his work as Daredevil had meant for me, as someone who became disabled around the same time Matt did as a kid, and who related to... a lot of what Matt went through in the show. I’d practiced it over and over again, and there was only a fifty percent chance I wouldn’t start crying while telling him, and I wasn’t even sure I’d have time to tell him depending on how much time we had.

He made time.

I got up to him with my art print holy shit he’s even more beautiful in person and his eyes are STUNNING. He said hi, and asked my name so he could personalize the autograph if I wanted (DUH, YES PLEASE), and he apologized about the line after we shook hands. I jokingly told him it was fine since I’d driven hours to get here. A little time in line wasn’t a bother. He even loved one of the buttons on my lanyard - the button of Matt wearing a heart crown specifically! And as he was writing, I knew this was my chance to tell him. He was still signing, so I just decided to go for it in case I ran out of time.

“I just wanted to tell you,” I said quietly, “as someone who became disabled as a kid around the same age as Matt did—”

And then he did something I didn’t expect, something I’d rarely seen anyone do, famous or not, and something I’d never had an actor or artist do for me.

He immediately set down the pen, leaned in close over the table, and made direct eye contact, while giving me the most genuine, gentle, encouraging smile I’d ever seen.

In that moment, I knew everything in him was listening, that he cared about what I was about to say and recognized that this was important to me, and that he’d closed the distance to make this conversation just... us. It felt personal in a way I’ve never experienced at a con or signing.

Just like that, I wasn’t afraid to tell him what I’d wanted to.

“And as someone who related to... a lot of what Matt went through, his struggles in the show, and especially the dark parts of season 3,” I said, more confidently now, “I wanted you to know that all the work you put in, the way you played it, the way you played Matt and treated it seriously, seeing that helped me process and heal from a lot of my own trauma and pain over what I’ve gone through with my illnesses. What you did was important and it really helped me. So I wanted you to know that, how much that meant to me, and to say thank you.”

The whole time I spoke to him, he kept direct eye contact, and didn’t look away once. He didn’t get antsy, or look like he wanted me to hurry up (which I’d have understood, cause damn, these are long days for him). He listened, fully engaged and leaning in, his eyes warm and soft and kind but incredibly serious. I’m not sure how often he’s been told something like this—a lot, I expect; his portrayal was just that good, and I know it was important to a lot of fans—but what I was trying to tell him clearly meant something to him. I felt heard, seen, and understood.

Charlie really does care about his fans. It isn’t an act. I’m sure of it now.

“Thank you, truly,” he said, just as quietly but with that honest smile, eye crinkles and all, and seeing it in person, that close up, I swear the room felt ten times brighter. “Thank you for coming to tell me that. It means a lot, the idea that something I did meant so much and that it could help you. I’m so grateful that you were able to come visit and tell me.”

We shook hands after that. He wished me a good day and I told him thank you again, and that was that. The interaction only lasted maybe a minute, but it meant the absolute world to me, as did what he’s done as Daredevil. And now he knows that.

#Philly Fan Expo #Charlie Cox #Daredevil #he HELD THE THREAD ya'll #my fanfic author life is now complete #and honestly as a fan i don't know if any other experience will ever top those moments I got with Charlie #he is so so kind and warm and wonderful #the way he immediately stopped and gave me his full attention when i started to tell him what it meant #i just had to stop for a second and collect myself because just...#he was *listening* and despite all the noise and chaos i suddenly had his full attention #the way he leaned in so the conversation felt like it was just us and the way he cocked his head and focused on me like #i can't think of a single celeb or interaction like that where i've felt that much like what i was saying to him mattered #(that's not dissing the other actors and celebs i've met. they've all been wonderful! but charlie definitely has a special kindness i think)#and i can now say having been that close to him and having spoken with him over something fairly serious #he is literally one of the kindest celebs i've met and the most genuine #you can literally see the warmth in his eyes when he looks at you. he's *legitimately* happy you're there to talk to him or see him #maybe one day he'll find out about TRT. i'm honestly not sure #but even if he doesn't at least I got a chance to tell him how much what he's done has helped me heal #from a lot of really... really hard things in my life #and according to a friend (who I didn't even know was there but spotted me talking to Charlie from another line!)#Charlie did indeed stay until WAY late signing everyone's stuff so that no one missed an autograph #he said his estimation of Charlie just shot way up because even hours later he was still taking his time with each fan that came up #Charlie has absolutely solidified as my favorite actor and one of the nicest people I've had the pleasure of meeting

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(ik mc doesn't have any memories of their family but lets just say they got their memories back and theyre visiting their family)

how would the m6 be like when they meet mc's parent(s)?

The Arcana HCs: M6 meeting the parent(s)

~ can I say how badly I've been wanting to write this? This is giving me so much serotonin, thank you anon! - brainrot ~

Julian

Outwardly an anxious mess, inwardly very excited. This man adores family

He chose a future with you, he knows your parent/s must mean a lot to you if you're introducing him to them, he wants them to like him!

He also keenly felt the loss of his own parents, and while he's not looking to replace them, he's not opposed becoming an honorary child of theirs (son-in-law, perhaps? Only if you're interested...)

Completely fumbles the introductions and definitely comes across as a little overeager to please

However, if the meeting lasts beyond ten minutes, he'll get over himself and his natural charm and charisma will shine

Nobody can tell stories like he can, and you're his favorite subject

Your parent/s will most likely have a good impression of him by the end of the first visit. He wears his heart on his sleeve and it's full of good intentions

If they dislike him, it will most likely be a reaction to his loud, dramatic tendencies coming across as all feeling and no commitment. Give it another visit or two and they'll quickly see otherwise

Is so quick to assimilate. He'll be calling them what you call them (e.g. "mom"/"dad") as soon as it's allowed

Asra

They're very honored to meet your parent/s, and they do want to be accepted, but they have such a naturally easygoing nature that you worry they're not taking it seriously

He's also got his own issues from being left behind as a small child. As much as he's been able to reconnect with his own parents, he still expects parental figures to vanish by default

Will casually stroll in and introduce themself like it's no big deal

Until he sees all the things you share in common. Mannerisms, phrases, facial expressions, physical features if you share DNA with them

Now they're SO invested. This is a treasure trove of information about you, they want to hear all the stories and see all the pictures

Conversation will mostly consist of him asking questions about your time with them and responding to their answers

The difficulty lies in how hard it is for him to talk about himself. Anytime the conversation becomes about him he redirects it

If your parent/s disapprove of them, it's for this reason. It's hard to connect with someone who refuses to open up

If Asra has cause to trust them, they will eventually connect. Either way, it's no secret how deeply dedicated they are to you

Nadia

Calm and collected on the outside

Stressed and panicking on the inside

She's planning to marry you. Your parent/s will be her parent/s. She does not want to mess this up

It doesn't help that the main things she's felt from her family have been judgment and mockery. She doesn't want version 2 of that

Discreetly does research on them. Hobbies, interests, careers, personality types, etc

Very stiff and formal at first. She doesn't want to show any weaknesses and will try to subtly flex her strengths

Thankfully, she's a brilliant conversationalist. Once she's spoken to them for a few minutes she'll be able to relax and interact freely with them

Also fascinated with all the things you have in common with them. Wants to hear about all the sides of you she hasn't seen yet

She has wonderful intuition and will easily steer away from awkward topics and focus on shared interests

If your parent/s disapprove of her, it's most likely from her aloofness in the first ten minutes. She's much more intimidating than she thinks she is

However, she is dedicated. If they mean a lot to you, she'll go out of her way to build one on one relationships with them and treat them with the respect she does her own

Muriel

This is going to require so many pep talks in advance, he is an anxious wreck

Does he love you? Yes. Does he value your connection with your parent/s? Very much. He knows how much he misses his own. Is he convinced that they're going to hate him? Unfortunately, also yes

Will ask you to warn them about him ahead of time to avoid as much misunderstanding as possible

Absolutely petrified when he meets them. He's only going to manage one word answers the whole first visit. He's putting all of his energy into not running away

Unless you have a parent with insanely strong nurturing instincts, it's going to be a while before they warm up to him. He already has quite the intimidating presence

He is also determined. He learned too late how much he meant to his parents and he wants you to have a happy story with them

So he will visit them with you again. And again. And again. As many times as it takes until they accept him

Because he's so determined to keep your connection with your parent/s, it's unlikely they'll have any long lasting issues with him

If anything, they'd be concerned at how isolated your life is in the woods. Tell them about how Vesuvia calls him a hero and they might change their mind(s)

Portia

You still have yours? Of course she wants to meet them!

Not that anxious about it. She can get along with almost anyone, and if they're important to you then they must be the best

It's still very important to her to make a good impression though, so she'll be full of questions about what they do and don't like

Also curious about who raised her favorite person. By the time she meets them she's so excited

Most likely insists on having them over for dinner and planning out all her best dishes

Will hug them when they arrive, no hesitation or awkwardness allowed. Immediately treats them like family and pumps them for stories of your childhood

What adventures did you have together? What kind of child were you? Do they have pictures? Show her, show her!

It is highly unlikely that your parent/s will find anything to dislike about her. They might be a little overwhelmed by how intensely involved she gets or how quickly she makes herself comfortable, but that's it

She's the type of person who can make anyone feel at home. When she tells them to visit whenever they want, she means it

Will consider them part of her social circle. If you're out shopping together she'll point things out that they might like

Lucio

Oh dear. He's never been very good with parents. Or authority figures for that matter

He killed his own dad, okay? Like he's grown a lot, and he definitely regrets it, but MC! Are you sure this is a good idea??

Both overconfident and nervous. It matters a lot that he make a good impression on them

But when he's honest with himself, he just knows your parents will think that you could do better

So he'll just have to show them all the reasons that he's the best!

The first meeting is a disaster. He's peacocking and boasting and nervously spewing his thoughts a mile a minute

In fact, he's such a mess that your parent/s believe you completely when you pin his behavior on his anxiety

The next time he meets them he's embarrassed himself enough to put on his best manners

It's such a positive contrast to the last encounter that they'll walk away from it saying that he's a surprisingly nice guy

He's so hyped from making a good first (second) impression as a changed man that he will do everything in his power to keep that reputation

"MC, would [parent] like this? Should I bring it to them next time? What should I wear? Do they have any favorite songs?"

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