⊹₊ 𐔌 🏎️ THIS IS FORMULA 1 DRIVE TO SURVIVE ! ★ 🏁 aali ⋆ she her ⋆ twenty five ! mdni - nsfw + dark content is featured. writing blog for @tteokdorokimain ! now that's podium, baby ! my alter ego's smiling. watch me - watch me !? my heart shouts. like an x-game, you’ll start to drive me crazy. now i’ve got adrenaline running through my veins. p1 in katsuki's heart ! ♡ i do not take requests.
nagi with a prince albert piercing woah who said that
what exactly do you gain from whacking me like thisssss ;-; pretty silver ball peaking from his tip and nagi completely forgets to mention it when you first start saying … imagine being long distance n getting a dick pic from him while he’s at an away game …. Bright red tip glistening with pre the jewellery catching on the light id be so sick n when he jerks off (with those gloves he wears with the football kit) he plays with the piercing AND NSNSKAKK
Hi aali! I just read your aang x reader fic: taking space and I would like to just say WOW that fic was amazing oh my goodness I literally reread it cause it’s that good!
You’re an amazing writer 😊😊😊🎀
thank you so much friend 🥺 means a lot that you stopped by im so happy!! ty for reading i hope you have a lovely day or night <33
apologies if you’ve discussed this before but have we considered shoto coping with his daddy issues by coaxing you into being his daughterwife. delete if too weird sorry
oh im liking this a lot !!! i think shoto wants to be the good dad he never and that reflects in his behaviours when you first start dating. he checks in on your health, he praises you way too much for the smallest of things, i think he even babies you a little too much without realising helps you pick out clothes undresses you for bed, feeds you things with his fingers and wipes your cheek clean by licking his thumb n rubbing. i think the first time you call sho daddy in a non sexual context like whilst he’s taking care of you or doing your hair he quiet literally feels an alleviating sense of happiness n smiles all pleased with himself “yes, love? i’m here.” sooooo dadboyfriend
bllk men that get their nips pierced once they stop playing pro: OLIVER, bachira, kaiser bc i told him pierced nipples were sexy and id probably leave him eventually for a man with pierced nips, nagi (i asked him to), SHIDOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
omg 13 reasons why made me cry but the fault in our stars made me inconsolable oh my god
i never finished 13 reasons why for like v obvious reasons but i remember reading the fault in our stars n me and my friends shared the same copy of the book n took turns to finish it :( the movie is so nostalgic toooo todays tweens will never know
mylily elden ring au surprise doodle done by @/Duckfr3ak on vgen!! ah i really wasn’t expecting this au to be chosen for this, but oh my gosh was it such a lovely surprise! i highly recommend working with them, they were so kind and receptive 🤍
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usually people overreact with hyping up stuff on the internet but one thing that can never be hyped up too much is men moaning and whimpering and gasping and breathing heavily and stammering and grunting and huffing and—
Izumi’s fingers tightened around her brush. “Daddy.”
Still nothing.
You watched from your place nearby, already sensing the incoming disaster—and, very deliberately, not interfering.
“I’m serious about Uncle Iroh!” Izumi snapped, slamming her hands onto the table. Ink trembled in its dish. “You’re just sitting there with your book, and I’m trying to write to him and you know I don’t know how to spell!”
Zuko blinked, finally lowering the book just enough to look at her. “…You seemed busy.”
“I am busy!” she shot back immediately. “That’s why I need help!”
You pressed your lips together, shoulders shaking slightly.
Across the table, several scrolls were spread out in what Izumi clearly believed was a highly official system. Ink smudged her fingers.
One brush had been abandoned entirely—clearly defeated.
Zuko sighed quietly and closed his book, setting it aside. “…Alright,” he said. “What are you trying to write?”
Izumi huffed, dragging the scroll toward him with unnecessary force. “It says,” she began, pointing at the uneven ink, “Dear Uncle Iroh, Dad is not taking things seriously—”
“I am taking things seriously.”
“—and I think you should come back and fix it.”
You let out a quiet, traitorous laugh. Both of them looked at you. Zuko, mildly offended.
Izumi, deeply betrayed. “This is not funny,” she said.
“It’s a little funny,” you admitted.
“It is not,” she insisted, crossing her arms—an expression so identical to Zuko’s that it was almost unsettling.
Zuko noticed too. His mouth twitched despite himself. “…I’m taking things seriously,” he repeated, a little more defensively.
“Then help me spell,” Izumi said flatly.
A pause.
Zuko leaned forward slightly. “Alright. What word?”
Izumi straightened, all business again. “‘Important.’”
“…You almost had that one.”
“I did not,” she snapped. “That’s why I’m asking.”
You shifted closer, resting a hand lightly on her shoulder. “We can help you together,” you said gently.
Izumi hesitated—just for a second—before nodding once. “Fine,” she said. “But we have to do it properly.”
“Of course,” Zuko murmured.
She narrowed her eyes at him. “Properly.”
“…Properly,” he echoed.
A beat passed as the three of you leaned over the scroll. Ink. Paper. Quiet concentration.
Izumi carefully rewrote the first line, tongue peeking out slightly in focus. "Dear Uncle Iroh" She paused, then glanced up.
“…How do you spell ‘miss’?”
“…M–I–S–S,” he said quietly.
Izumi nodded, writing it down with great care.
I miss you.
Izumi leaned over the scroll again, carefully adjusting her posture like she was drafting a royal decree. “I got my hair done,” she announced proudly.
You blinked. “Since when?”
Zuko also looked up slightly. “You did?”
Izumi froze. Then slowly turned her head toward him. “See?” she said flatly, pointing at him with the brush. “Daddy, that’s why you’re not in the moment.”
Zuko frowned. “I am in the moment.”
“No,” she said, completely certain. “I showed you my hair but you were too busy looking at mommy’s hair instead.”
Silence. You choked. Zuko slowly turned his head toward you. “…I was?”
“I noticed,” Izumi added helpfully, already writing again like the conversation was closed.
You raised both hands defensively. “In my defense, I didn’t do anything.”
Zuko looked unconvinced. Izumi, meanwhile, continued writing with intense focus, tongue poking out slightly. “Anyway,” she muttered, “Uncle Iroh needs to know important updates.”
Zuko leaned back slightly. “Such as… your hair appointments?”
“Yes,” she said immediately. “It is very important information.”
Zuko rubbed his temple lightly. “I’m sure it is.”
“It is,” she repeated, pressing harder onto the brush like emphasis alone would make it more official. “Because presentation matters.”
You glanced at Zuko. “She’s not wrong.”
He gave you a look.
Izumi lifted her hand suddenly, fingers spread wide. “And I got my nails done.” You smiled.
Zuko leaned forward, squinting slightly. “Since when did you—”
“I showed you,” she cut in immediately, offended.
Zuko paused. “…When?”
Izumi slowly lowered her hand. Then turned to him again with that same deeply unimpressed expression. “When you were not in the moment,” she said. You made a small, strangled sound, quickly turning your face away.
Zuko stared at her, clearly trying to recall something that absolutely did not happen.
“…I don’t remember that.”
“That’s the problem,” Izumi replied flatly. She went back to the scroll, muttering as she wrote.
I got my hair done and my nails done.
She paused. Looked at her own writing. Then added, very deliberately:
Daddy did not notice.
Zuko leaned in. “…You don’t have to include that.”
“Yes I do,” she said without hesitation. “Because it is part of the report.”
“The report..” you echoed weakly.
“Yes,” Izumi said, completely serious. “Uncle Iroh needs to know what is going on here.”
Zuko exhaled slowly, like he was trying very hard to remain composed. “I am aware of what is going on here.”
Izumi looked up at him. “Then why didn’t you notice my nails?”
Silence.
You turned away again, shoulders shaking.
Zuko opened his mouth. Closed it. Then, carefully, he reached out and took her hand, turning it slightly to look. “…They look nice,” he said.
Izumi narrowed her eyes. “You’re just saying that now.”
“…No, I mean it.”
She studied him for a moment—really studied him—before giving a small, accepting nod. “Okay,” she decided.
Then, immediately back to business: “I will still write it down.” Of course she would. Zuko let out the faintest huff of a laugh, shaking his head as she continued her very official, very serious correspondence.
Izumi dipped her brush back into the ink with renewed focus, posture straightening like she’d just resolved a major political dispute.
“Next,” she muttered, mostly to herself. "Fire.."
Zuko leaned back slightly, watching her now instead of pretending not to.
You stayed close, your shoulder brushing his, both of you quietly observing as she worked.
Izumi’s tongue peeked out again as she wrote, slow and deliberate:
I am
She paused. “…How do you spell ‘practicing’?
Zuko answered this time without hesitation. “P–R–A—”
“I know how to start it,” she interrupted, frowning. “I just don’t know how it ends.”
You smiled softly. “C–I–N–G.”
She repeated it under her breath, then carefully added it to the line, brows furrowed in deep concentration.
I am practicing my firebending and I am getting better.
She sat back slightly, considering. Then added, smaller:
But sometimes it goes too big.
Zuko’s gaze softened almost immediately at that.
Izumi didn’t seem to notice. She just nodded to herself, “Honest,” she said.
“Very,” you murmured.
She tapped the brush lightly against the edge of the ink dish, thinking hard. “…And also,” she added, almost as an afterthought. The brush moved again. Slower this time. Less rigid.
Mommy and Daddy are helping me.
You felt it before you even fully read it—that small shift in the room.
Zuko didn’t move.
Izumi kept going, quieter now, like she wasn’t entirely aware of how much she was saying.
They are very busy but they still stay with me.
Your chest tightened.
Zuko’s hand, resting beside yours, shifted slightly—just enough that his fingers brushed against yours.
Izumi frowned faintly, like she was trying to find the right words for something she didn’t fully understand.
Then, carefully:
They are good at helping even when I don’t know what I need.
She paused again, staring at what she’d written.
Then added one last line, a little messier than the rest:
I like when we are together.
This time, she didn’t say anything after. Just stared at the scroll for a moment… then nodded, like she’d decided it was acceptable.
Zuko let out a slow breath you hadn’t realized he’d been holding. “…That’s a good letter,” he said quietly.
Izumi glanced up at him. “Of course it is.”
She stared at the scroll for a long moment, as if checking it for errors only she could see.
Then she nodded once, decisively. “Okay,” she said.
Zuko tilted his head slightly. “Okay?”
“I’m done,” she declared. You glanced down.
“All of it?”
“Yes,” she said firmly. “It is complete.” She dipped the brush one last time, her movements slower now—less official, more careful. Like even she could tell this part mattered differently.
I hope to see you again soon.
She pressed her lips together, then added:
I miss you.
Her grip on the brush tightened slightly, but she kept going.
I love you.
No hesitation this time. Just certainty.
Izumi lifted her hand, studying the ink as if confirming it was strong enough to hold the feeling. Then she gave a small nod. As if satisfied. She set the brush down. “…Finished,” she announced.
Then Izumi pushed herself up from her chair. First she walked to you. She tugged lightly at your sleeve until you leaned closer. And without any ceremony at all, she pressed a small, quick kiss to your cheek.
“Thank you,” she said simply.
You blinked, smiling softly. “You’re welcome.”
Then she turned.
Walked to Zuko next. He didn’t even have time to straighten before she reached up, grabbed his sleeve like she owned it, and tugged him down slightly. A kiss to his cheek too.
“Thank you,” she repeated, just as seriously.
Zuko froze for half a second. Then, very quietly: “…Anytime.”
Izumi stepped back, satisfied, as if the matter was officially concluded. She looked at the scroll one last time. Then added, almost like an afterthought: “And I expect a response.”
You let out a soft laugh.
Zuko didn’t.
But the corner of his mouth lifted anyway as he reached over, gently steadying the scroll so it wouldn’t roll away.
Izumi was already standing there like she’d just concluded a royal summit.
“Alright,” you said, gently straightening up. “That’s enough excitement for today.”
Zuko nodded once, already half-reaching to gather the scattered brushes and scrolls. “Agreed,” he said. “It’s getting late.”
Izumi froze. Slowly turned her head. “…What?”
You blinked. “It’s bedtime.”
Zuko added, completely calm, “Yes. Time for bed.”
There was a beat of silence.
Then—
“NOOOOO—” Izumi’s entire soul left her body. She threw her arms up like she was personally betrayed by the universe itself, stepping back from the table in pure outrage.
You were unable to hide your smile. “Oh, the joys of parenting.”
Zuko didn’t even look back. “…The joys,” he echoed dryly.
