Nanahito nationnn speak to me! I'm working on a got/hotd inspired jjk verse and honestly it was because I just wanted to draw mahi being scared shitless while sitting behind nanamin holding him tight as hell as he flies on his dragon
me wants the age gap, cause like- nanami is a whole grown ahh man with a whole grown ahh kid (my Sona) and it would be DRAMAAA if he was engaged to his child's best friend, even if it was originally against his will but things slowly change~ I have like rough ideas I'm writing down cause I like drama, but like the lore is fuckin me up a bit- AHHHH! I wanna sketch nanami and my sona's dragons đ
Thinkings about how maybe make my Sona be forcefully engaged to dear ol Kenny- or yuji, dunno, depends on how much drama I want...
đ°đźđťđđ˛đťđ đđŽđżđťđśđťđ´đ ⣠this is a dark fic! smut ( minors dni ), fem!nanamiâs apprentice!reader, virgin!reader, noncon, anal, body morphing ( tentacles, two dicks + some inflation too ), double anal penetration, size kink, mindbreak, bad end, all characters featured are 18+
đśđşđ˝đźđżđđŽđťđ ⣠commissioned by @beebiesworld!! do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. thanks for reading < 3
âWell, you gave up earlier than I anticipated,â the Curse circled you, eyeing your frame up and down like a hungry animal, a wicked grin pulling his features taut, âSuch a shame. I was enjoying chasing you around, the smell of your sweat was so sweet, and you seemed so frightened. Instead of fighting me, you tried to run away; are you sure youâre really a Jujutsu Sorcerer?â
there was a faint sound, the clanging of your daggers hitting the concrete ground at your feet, but it sounded so far away. what was really loud, however, was the beating of your heart. it thumped against your eardrums, it drowned out your panting.
how?
how had he caught up with you so fast?
you hold your hands up above your head in defeat, sheepish at just how he stared at your trembling fingers. you didnât want him to notice them, but they wouldâve been impossible to overlook. âIâm⌠still in trainingâŚâ
he gasps with an excited grin and draws closer from behind, until the very shape of his lips forming the words against your ear shifts a tendril out of place, âI see, and does your mentor know youâre here?â you want to cower away from the softness of his voiceâ it was taunting and cruel, but it sounded so sweet.
you shake your head instead of answering him out loud, the lump growing in your throat making it hard to speak. to say that Nanami Kento didnât know his pupil had wanted to impress him so badly that she skirted his rules and pursued a curse much too powerful and now she was utterly fucked with no way to call for help was too damning for your lips to bring the words to them.
âNo?â both hands snake around to grasp at your arms in the air, and keep them there. your muscles all go taut; your blood freezing in your veins. you remembered what Nanami had said about this curse, and his ability to manipulate the body. would he destroy you this way? you close your eyes tight, and await an excruciating death. âHe must be worried about you,â the curse croons against the shell of your ear, before puckering to plant a saccharine kiss on your lobe, his body pressing against yours from behind. âThat 7:3 Sorcerer.â the way he spat it, like he was drooling acid into your ear, you knew he meant Nanami. he must still be miffed that your mentor had managed to escape him by pulling a cheap shot. lithe, dangerous digits that were cold to the touch drag along your forearms at a slow pace, and he chuckles. it sends a shiver up your spine. âYou must know all about me, then. And our little game we played.â
swallowing hard against the lump blocking your throat, you nod, gathering the courage to speak, even as your voice trembled. âI know⌠I know how you disfigure innocent people. How you torture them⌠just by touching themâŚâ
âDoes that scare you?â he tilts his head, resting his chin against the crook of your neck, and his hands careen around your shoulders, towards your collarbone, âKnowing that I could pull you apart and put you together again, all wrong. I could disfigure you by force, and it would be so painful your mind just might shatter from the traumaââ though he was threatening to mutilate you, his voice was lighthearted; playful, even. a new level of malicious that youâd never known before. you knew that he could feel the ferocity of your heartbeat, because his digit tips drummed over your chest in the same, frantic rhythm before they tug at your neckline, gentle and teasing, exposing the tops of your heaving breasts. âIf I wanted to.â he pokes out his lower lip in a pensive pout, âBut then I wouldnât get to hear you scream, if I turned your brain to soup right away. I shouldnât transfigure you, should I? I should keep you together, at least long enough to have my funâŚâ
donât be a coward. you wanted to tell yourself this over and over, but it was so much easier said than done. he was considering how to torture you as easily as one might consider their options for dinner. âWhy are you toying with me?â your hands clench into fists, falling down at your sides once your arms started to ache, âStop talking about it, already⌠if youâre going to kill me, just⌠do it.â
âKill?â he sounded genuinely puzzled, and that worried you. âDid I ever say kill? I donât want to kill you, little sorcerer.â you can feel him moving, even as heâs pressed against you, his feet slipping in between yours, kicking them apart until your legs are spread wide, and somethingâ no, two somethings inching up under your pant legs. they felt like twin serpents, forcing their way through the threading until your bottoms were hanging in tatters against your exposed legs. âI want to ruin you.â
your eyes widen, and your gaze drops to your legsâ those tentacles were the same shade of ivory that he was, and they were wrapping themselves around the hem of your panties, like fists ready to jerk them down.
you react, but not fast enough. trying to launch yourself forward, both hands flail to shove at the curse, but heâs coiled two more of those strong, thick cords around your torso, cinching your arms in their constriction. the vice knocks the breath out of you, and you wouldâve fallen forward had his many extremities not tangled you upâ the very tips of them form fingers, one by one, morphing into stitched hands identical to his original ones, and pull at your clothes, jerking your panties halfway down your thighs. as soon as your sex is met with the cold, damp air of the underground, he inhales deep; smelling you. âAhhh,â he moans, and the tentacles coiled around your midriff begin to pry at your top, pulling it down, âI canât wait to destroy you!â
your legs tremor, fighting against the inhuman strength of his organic bondage to try and close, to minimize your exploit, but youâre no match for him, not wrapped up like this. you kick your feet, and scream to be let go. but he giggles, watching you fight for your life, and lose. all the while, those many hands of his grope at you, squeezing and kneading your breasts, long fingers running laps between your folds, coaxing your sex to weep, unwillingly.
âStopâ!â you cry out, writhing hopelessly,
âWhy? It seems like you like it, your little cunt is wet!â
but you couldnât bite back the hapless whining that left your lips fast enough, surprised by the stinging sensation when a middle finger and thumb flick at your sensitive clit. âSo swollen already,â he laughs, twisting you around to face him. you see now, as youâre hoisted off the ground, that those tentacles ripped his shirt so severely that itâd slipped from his body completely, leaving his rippled torso bare. he was incredibly muscular, and you hadnât noticed until now, with his silvery tresses hanging over one shoulder, tickling his navel. the feelers winding up and down your legs spread them further into a wide split, opening you up completely, and you wince. youâd trained plenty, physical feats, but youâd never had your muscles forced this tight. âYou must be a virgin, youâre so sensitive.â he hums as he steps closer, his clothed groin pressing flush against your most sensitive portion. you can feel a thick tent, hard and pulsating, just beyond the fabric, attempting to push through and get to your sex, and you mewl, shaking your head, mostly to yourself. âI almost canât believe that 7:3 Sorcerer didnât fuck you himself, what with how cute this pussy looks when sheâs wet. He hasnât even seen it, has he? I wonder if he wants to?â
both of his hands reach down, pressing his thumbs against your netherlips, and spreads them apart to expose your maiden entrance, his dual-hued gaze sparkling with wicked delight when you whimper a pathetic, âNoâŚâ and shut your eyes tight. it wasnât an answer to his question ( which seemed to be more of a musing than a true inquiry ), but a protest to his touch. you didnât have to say out loud that Nanami didnât see you in that light; he was your teacher. you looked up to him, you saw him as a second father. he wouldnât think like that. not like this monster.
would he?
you feel pressure, unlike svelte fingers, prodding at your sex. your eyelids snap open and you stare down the sea of slithering tentacles in horror. his hands hadnât moved, your folds still pulled back, but Mahito has rid himself of his pants and, thus, freed a thick, hard cock from its prison. with just a subtle jut of his hips, heâs able to press the bulbous head against your hole. you clench in response, trying to close completely, but his teasing is just powerful enough to stretch you back open. âHhhnnnn,â Mahito moans, his tongue darting out to swipe along his lips, âKeep clenching, keep trying to keep me outâ it makes me want to hurt you.â one of the hands growing from his many appendages reaches up to caress your cheek, which you promptly turn away from. âYouâll only scream louder when I stuff you full of three, big cocks and make that cute, little hole gape for me.â
three.
you tried not to think about that, but there was no denying the creature before you was demonic enough to conjure and do just what he threatened.
âNanami⌠heâll⌠come to save meâŚâ you insist, squirming. it was a pathetic attempt to instill fear into the curseâ try to scare him with what your mentor might do to him if he follows through with his demented plan.
âI hope so!â Mahito chimes, âI hope heâs on his way right now.â with one hand grasping himself at his base, he drags the engorged tip of his cock between your lips, purposefully bumping your vulnerable clit, and watches you bite your cheek to stifle a breathy sound. âHe knows where to find us, and youâll be broken in long before he makes it here, itâll be so fun to watch him realize just how helpless Iâve made you. Now, Iâve got a tough decision to make,â thoughtful, Mahito tilts his head to one side, and then the other. you open your eyes, reluctantly, and stare down at his cock, rubbing between your folds. he catches you staring and smiles wickedly, wide, âThis tight, little pussy⌠orâŚâ one more swipe, and this time, his tip pressed against your hole and you braced yourselfâ were about to be invaded for the first time.
for only a fraction of a second.
before he pushes down on his base, sliding his tool just below your sex; it was slick and shiny with your arousal. the thick head sits flush against your anus, and you havenât the time to protest, though you suck in a flustered breath to do so, before he plunges inside.
a jolt of pain wracks you, and you cry out, voice breaking, when he forces his way into your canal. he was merciless, instantaneous in falling into a brutal, deep rhythm. you were wincing, one eye closed right whilst the other glared daggers up at him, snorting heavy breaths through your nostrils. sealing your tiers muffled painful whimpers, but your toes still curled, your fists still tightened, in protest.
Mahito swoons, seeing how much you hate having him in your guts, and it only spurs him to fuck you harderâ deeper. âYes! That greedy, wet cunt of yours can wait; itâs much more fun stretching you out this way instead,â heâs purring, lids weighing heavily on his duo-toned eyes, âyou look so cute, right now, in so much pain. My cockâs just too big for that virgin asshole of yours, isnât it?â you nod. you knew he wouldnât care. hell, maybe he would even find amusement in it and fuck you harder just to inflict more pain, but you answer anyways.
helpless.
pathetic.
both hands clasp against your waist, digging his thumbs against your belly to jerk you back to him each time your body lurched from the power of his thrusts. the intensity, the incessant force behind his cock barreling into your insides was all but maddening. he was right. he was too big for you, he was too rough for you. your body was struggling to keep up with all of the sensation and it overloaded your system. that mustâve been the reason you clenched around air, the reason you felt your stomach bunch up in pleasured knots. right?
you could hear the soundâ your sex was dripping down over your ass cheeks, and each time the curse drove himself home, his balls smacked against them, sticking just enough to emit a sickening slap. over and over.
Mahito was panting, but you could tell he wasnât winded because his velocity never even faltered. he pounded you relentlessly, and squeezed your waist so furious that you could swear he was about to fold you in half at the midriff, his thumbs digging into the squishy flesh. âStill a little vice,â he whined, mostly to himself, âI wanted to get another cock in you, but no matter how hard I drill you to stretch this fuckhole out enough, you still grip like crazy. Heh, letâs see if we can fix that, eh?â
âNânoâ!â shaking your head, as fervent as you could muster having been fucked halfway into submission, you mewl out in protest. another cock? your stomach flipped. your body couldnât even handle this one; surely you would split open if forced to take any more. your opposition fell on utterly deaf ears, because it wasnât even a full moment later that you felt yourself stretch. âSâstop!â clawing at your own fists, you thrash in the tentaclesâ grip; at first, it felt like he was prying you open, your battered ring yielding helplessly to the extraction, but then you could feel it on the inside. your walls were stretching. desperate to accommodate the slow-growing bulge you could see peeking against your belly button. he was inflating himself whilst balls deep in your belly, giving you no choice but to extend around him.
âThere we go,â Mahito let out a breathy sigh, but never once let slowed the pistoning of his hips. he was determined to hollow you out completely, âopen up, cutie. If you donât, I might just fuck a hole right through you.â
youâd never felt so full before, and you couldnât imagine anyone had. your body was stretched, your stomach distended in an unnatural bulge that moved, back and forth, with each merciless hip snap. you could feel every inch, thicker than humanly possible, as they pummeled your rectum. you couldnât enjoy this. not this pain, not this cruelty.
but your pussy was still wet.
was it the never ending fucking, the constant stabbing at every, intimate nerve inside that was numbing your mind? or had you always been destined to enjoy such depravity?
no, it had to be him.
Mahito was fucking the urge to resist right out of you. with each buck of his hips, each time his balls smashed against you, you were losing a part of your brain. the will to fight back had all but dissipated. as did your hatred of the pain he inflicted.
âNâ Naaânamiââ repeating his name under your breath was the only thing keeping your brain from melting away. forcing yourself to remember that your mentor would come for you. he would save you. if you simply held on to your sanity. âHâhelpâ meââ
âHmm?â Mahito crooned, his tempo changing drastically for once. he was still incredibly deep, but his thrusts were torturous and slow, coaxing weakened whimpers from your lips each time he pressed his abdomen to yours, as flush to you, as deep in your ass that he could go. âYou still remember that 7:3 Sorcererâs name? Even after Iâve stuffed you to your limit?â he didnât sound at all disappointed. he sounded⌠impressed. âFine, Iâll just have to fuck you until your brain turns to mush.â grinning ear to ear, Mahito releases your stomach, leaving one hand tight on your waist, but the other flees to his groin, gripping the base of a brand new cock growing out from his pelvis. perfectly planted just above his original member, this new appendage is already throbbing and erect when it sprouts, drizzling precum over its twin and your abused hole. âYou wonât even remember your own name when I shove this one inside of you. Watch!â
he was so fucking right.
your ring protested taking another, girthy intruder, but he was too strong and, in the end, your body had to give in. worming its way inside, the new cock rubs against the other, coaxing a vulgar moan from your assailant, but you didnât hear it. this new, impossible feeling had hit a switch in your brain. both dicks bulged in your belly, pressing hard against the sensitive wall protecting your g-spot, scrubbing rough, pulsating veins against the nerves. the two sexes were roughly the same length, jabbing deep in your belly, and when he pulled back, and both withdrew before slamming home, you saw stars behind your eyelids as your head dropped back and you yowled.
Mahito mustâve had an amazing memory, because that very same fierce speed and depth returned to his rocking hips in no time, even as you hangâ limp and suspended by those extremities. your mouth was agape, so your moans flowed free, but you couldnât form any real words. you couldnât cry for help anymore. your eyes rolled around behind twitching lids.
you didnât remember Nanamiâs name.
you didnât remember your own.
and you couldnât care. you couldnât think.
his cocks seemed to be working in tandem, reaching every sensitive cluster of nerves that you had and punching them over and over, an orchestrated attack to shatter your mind. and it was working.
you felt utterly claimed, decimated. his cocks had invaded you, dominated you, broken you. and deep down you knew that, even if someone did rescue your beaten body from this devil before he crumbled it, your brain was long beyond salvation.
âPoor thing,â Mahito moaned, using his now free hand to press down against the dueling protrusions in your belly, but you only squealed louder when he did so, âyouâll never be the same after this, you know? Youâll never recover from me, and weâre not even close to being finished. This is only your ass, cutie, Iâve still got to conquer that little cunt of yours. I wonder if youâll even hang on long enough for that, or if your body will simply give out.â but, it didnât matter to him, not really. you knew that he wouldnât care if you were mangled beyond repair; heâd said himself, he wanted to break you. âNo,â he said, finally, within a whiny, ecstasy filled moan, and grasped your face. squeezing your cheeks together hard, he forced your chin into your chest, and kept your visage angled towards him. he didnât care if you couldnât see through your glassy eyes, or that you were drooling all over yourself, he cooed at the sight of your loss against him, âIâll make sure you stay with me, at least long enough to be the prettiest, sloppiest bait for that 7:3 Sorcerer.â
he could hear you.
Nanami could hear you, panting, crying, but as he called your name, he got no response. he repeated it over and over, stampeding the corridors, following the helpless sounds of his pupil. please be okay. he didnât say it out loud, and he didnât have to. he was the only one there to hear it.
should he have asked for back up? of course. but, Nanami couldnât wait for anyone else to come to the rescue, and he had a gnawing fear in his gut that he was already too late.
if Mahito had already gotten to you, then he was getting closer and closer to discovering that you had been transfigured, and he would have to put you out of your misery, and he wasnât even sure he could do that.
his heart was racing, but as he turned the corner, he saw a crumpled figure on the ground just a short sprint awayâ it was you, he could tell, but he couldnât make out much more. he barked your name, hoping to grasp your attention as he approached, but when the visage of you finally cleared, his blood ran icy in his veins.
you were on your knees, completely nude, and yet you were slumped forward with your face against the ground, cheek smushed and distorting your expression, forcing one eye closed. the other was half openedâ you looked drowsy. but your thighs quivered. his gaze was immediately drawn to them, and he drew in a harsh breath.
one of your hands worked diligently between your hips, your middle two fingers thrusting deep inside of yourself. with each probe, sticky white dribbles out of your cunt and over your hand and wrist. itâs the same as the substance that oozes from your butthole as it spasms. it mustâve also matched the cocktail of cum and spit smeared across your features, and splattered on your ass cheeks and thighs. you were a complete mess, and you didnât even seem to care.
you hardly even noticed Nanami when he approached you, still fingering yourself, gurgling moaning, your eyelids flittering. âWhatâŚâ Nanamiâs brows knit together, his teeth grind. âWhat happened to you?â he asked, but he was already relatively certain that you wouldnât be able to answer him. mortified, he steps closer, kneeling down with his arms extended, sleeves rolled up and ready to scoop you into his arms. âIâm going to get you out of hereââ
âCâcockââ you whimper, tongue hanging out of your mouth, and Nanami freezes. âPâplease⌠give me⌠cock⌠fuck me⌠use me⌠hâhurt me⌠fffâ fuck me, pâpleaseâŚâ sharp eyes widening ever so slightly behind his spectacles, he sews his jaw shut right when he hears that damned familiar giggling from behind him.
Mahito had appeared there, clasping his hands together with glee. âI hope you wonât be too mad at me, but I borrowed your little toy here.â he exclaims, gesturing towards the mess of whatâs left of you.
when you hear his voice, you shake harder, fucking yourself more fervently with both fingers, and whimpering, âPlease⌠please⌠fuck me⌠fuck me⌠fuckâŚâ
âThe only problem is,â Mahito smirks, a devious twinkle in his eye when Nanami turns around, âI think I broke her.â
I'm making a warrior cats au with my oc and I'm making some changes to the lore cause I can do whatever tf I want đ§ââď¸
One of the biggest changes in the lore is the medicine cat code. So we know particularly from the early books if a clan only has one medicine cat it's seen as a bad thing. Having two is the preferred number. So I was thinking that if there are two medicine cats they can have mates heck even kits, as long as one medicine cat is able to be called upon and help others in the need the other(s) can leave the den to kit or go out on patrol with their mate to collect herbs n stuff.
Not to mention with two medicine cats if something happens to one you always have a backup right there at the ready. But in the code it is against the code to have a mate or have kits when you are the sole medicine cat as it is seen as being selfish when your clans need you. The more medicine cats the more leniency there is with the code for them since there are more helping paws.
Maybe in very large clans with like four or more medicine cats they even have shifts, two per shift so they have more time to relax or connect to starclan, or find new herb combinations, or able to spread more help around the clan.
Oh! And medicine cats are required to learn cat anatomy as well as basic defense tactics (shadowclan medicine cats are the best fighters overall!)
Just saw an amazing art piece paired with a great naoya drabble on here and now I need to draw me and naoya đŠ (I need to peg him and then give him the privilege of even putting his dick in međŤś)
Modern opla au with You wearing a shirt that says 'please bully me I'll cum' and robin and nami are on that shit IMMEDIATELY you are just putty in robins hands as nami yanks you back by your hair to look at her as she calls you a dirty slut while Robin slowly licks your exposed neck making fun of how desperate you are.
Ngl I was thinking out of the men of the live action strawhat crew who would have sex with you first đ¤(you already fucked Robin n nami cause ladies first am I right đ)
Usopp would be last, no shit- that man is so attractive but is so scared. You had tried multiple times but he would always chicken out once things started getting too steamy so you just let him come to you when he was ready. (He was your first choice but we don't always get what we want peopleee)
But then I was like obviously Zoro and Sanji would make it a competition on who you came to first, cause one day Zoro most def walked straight up to you in the middle of you eating a meal Sanji just made (yes he was still there) and saying 'hey, I was wondering if you wanted to have sex?' you are more than stunned at the bluntness, but you didn't even get a chance to respond before Sanji started chastising him for his bluntness on sex and how he should behave around a lady. Which he said 'yeah I know that's why I said have sex and not 'do you wanna fuck' dumbass' they went back and forth so bad you were able to just slip out and let them go back and forth on how to properly ask you for more intimate moments. So then now it's a waiting game on one- who will you go to first for sex, and two, who will you say was the more enjoyable experience.
But then I thought of something low-key funny!
But good things don't always come to those who wait in their case... Cause Luffy got there first.
Honestly it was an accident, right place right time situation for him. You both were just naturally touchy people, him with almost anyone and you only with those you trust. So as usual you both were a tangled mess of limbs in your personal quarters on your bed. Him resting on your chest, nuzzling into your bosom as you flipped through your newest book about botany you had acquired while he would ask you questions relating to botany and of course those that didn't.
For the past week you had been very touchy.
Laying on nami's lap while she draws maps. Laying against Sanji's back while he is working around the kitchen to inhale the natural scent of his body and whatever cologne he decided to put on that day. Helping chopper with whatever he needed or sitting somewhere with him touching you as told him stories of your life before the strawhats. Helping Robin with whatever she was doing around and following her around like a lost puppy and melting under her touch just like one. Suddenly appearing right beside Zoro and startling him or the crew snickering to themselves as Zoro walks around with you hanging off of him like a clingy cat with its owner. And Luffy well Luffy you two had been like Velcro, one wasn't without the other for too long.
So when you started shifting, subconsciously spreading you legs wider. Running your hands through Luffy's hair, twisting his pretty curls which turned to pulling, pecking his forehead then his cheeks and before you knew it you biting into your pillow to muffle your moans.
To clarify- Luffy was in the right place when you were ovulating. Sanji and Zoro couldn't believe Luffy was before them.
So to put in in simpler words. The Captain claimed that booty first 𫡠(of the men)
The plump fullness of your lips that seemed to always look so soft. How when you would pout, giving your best puppy dog eyes your bottom lip would poke out driving the thought of how they would feel into the minds of all who witnessed the scene
The sharpness of your wolfish teeth as you gave a cocky grin or mischievous smirk. When your teeth would bite down on your finger as a tell you were getting frustrated and you were holding your tongue. Oh your tongue...
The way your tongue would instinctively curl out of your mouth to lick the juice from a fruit, or sauce from some food so casually as if it wasn't seduction itself made form. Your tongue poking the inside of your cheek as you absentmindedly feel over the scars from you accidentally biting the inside of your cheek, or the way your tongue moves around your mouth after every meal trying to make sure there are no pieces stuck which always lead you to trying to make shapes with your tongue you heard about so casually like it didn't have people biting their knuckles to stop from acting on their impure thoughts.
The way you could utter stories as crazy as Usopp's but in such a way you could make anyone believe it really was true. Then turn around and be beaten down and bruised, pinned down or up against a wall as your pretty eyes well up with tears as you let out whimpers from pain that somehow sound so delicious it would make even the most devout nun think of hearing those sounds in more sinful ways.
All together, oh imagine the things your mouth could do. Your tongue dragging slowly over someone's body. Was your tongue textured? Was it not? Was it as dexterous as one could only imagine? Could it find places no one else could, like a sweet spot on a neck... or in other places. Your lips trailing soft kisses down someone's neck as your voice whispers words so sweet yet so dirty it would have anyone's mind reeling. Your teeth, oh how they could sink into the flesh of someone and break skin oh so easily to leave a mark that will stay so much longer than some little hickey.
So i was thinking of the first one shot to do for the opla strawhats x reader (who will be fem in most cases) about the strawhats finding out that the reader being a surprisingly good kisser and leading to reader having different kisses with the crew-
But then I was like how would this happen which lead me to thinking OOOO nami and reader go on a undercover mission and pretend to be together and they kiss and nami tells the crew reader is a good kisser and everyone wants to see!
But wait THERES MORE! because then I was like.... What if later on nami wanted to see if you were a good kisser to her other lips đ
Which then lead me down the rabbit hole of me making the reader a certified MUNCHER thank you for coming to my ted talk on why my reader will be a muncher đââď¸
Also tell me if y'all would even want to see this-
I have seen fics for EVERYONE in the gaang BUT katara đ
She has WATERBENDING! WHY AM I NOT SEEING FICS WITH HER USING THAT ON THE READER IN SEX! WHEREEE ARE THE FICS WHERE SHE USES HER WATER BENDING ABILITIES TO MAKE A STRAP???
Cmon people WORK WITH ME HEREE
Bro and forget the porn WHERE IS THE NORMAL DOMESTIC FOR HER AT LEAST AHHHH don't make me have to do it myself!
Platonic Sully kids & reader| implied Jake x reader x neytiri
I wanna write something about a reader who acts like Scar from the lion king (save for the evil usurper tendencies-) who the Sully kids all LOVE while reader just lays there. Neytiri loves when you take the kids with no problem so that she and Jake can go on date nights, especially because whenever you watch the kids none of them are even the tiniest bit awake by the time they return. She also enjoys when you convince her to come to your lil corner of paradise and she relaxes like she never could. (This has earned you an invite to date nights turned hang outs by the lovely lady as she enjoys your always playful and relaxed energy) Jake doesn't like how you always challenge his authority, and get snappy at him in front of his kids, but what he really dislikes is when Neytiri will send you over to get him to do something she couldn't because he won't realize until you, him and Neytiri are relaxing in a hot spring with him between you both. He would never admit it but he is glad there is someone there to always keep him on his toes and know at times he needs the challenge and he isn't always right.
It wouldn't matter if half the clan was their aunts and uncles, your ass would STILL be their favorite by far.
You lazing about listening to Lo'ak rant about how Jake is getting on his nerves today while totally not 'accidentally' telling him embarrassing and funny stories of his father to lighten the mood (plus a lil instigating cause why not?), Kiri asking deep or random questions that no one else will either bother to answer or you somehow are the only one who has the answers somehow?? but she usually just loves to come around because you are someone with a calming presence to be around when times get tough, tuk- well tuk is just simba for real, biting and pulling and laying all over you until you suddenly get up and she tumbles off chasing after wherever you go knowing you're about to do something that her father would scold you for letting lil tuk tuk do but your the fun uncle/aunty so who tf gonna stop you? And finally Neteyam, who will wander over and update you on current clan matters, or asking you about some ikran riding tips, or random questions you know he knows the answer to, all just pretend like he is being productive but he secretly just wants to spend time with you. And spider, well you actually love spider, hell you are practically his mother frfr, you practically raised him- no you literally did unintentionally.
Lil spider who was shooed away by neytiri only to bump into your leg and he grabs your tail and starts following you around because he finds you so cool and you teach him everything you know. He most definitely called you mama/daddy a few times in his youth and will change from calling you aunty/uncle to that when he comes to you cause he just got in trouble and wants sympathy points from you. In other words spider is your baby fr, you just didn't know you signed the adoption papers even after he would take naps with you on your chest
blakekathryn
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