tbh when spider meets us i feel like we gon like move out of his way or like push him back if he tries to hug us or sum cuz we can't stand to look at him.
HAHHAHA??— can you see the future?
I CAN'T WAIT SPIDER SEEING HIS MAMA ABIXHEJDHWBDJE THIS CHAPTER IS BEAUTIFULLLLLL
SAME— IM CURRENTLY DOING A DRABBLE BUT ONCE IM DONE ILL DEF BE WRITIN’ THE NEXT CHAPTER WHERE SPIDER MEETS HIS MAMA
Falling in Love with a Na’vi
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#SYNOPSIS: headcanon on z-dog falling for a na’vi
#WARNING(S)— implied imprisonment, imprisonment, implications of seducing, violence, kidnapping, mistreatment, implications of torture, implications of Stockholm syndrome
#CHARACTER(S)— Recom Z-Dog
Meeting Z-Dog would probably be under unfortunate circumstances. Either meeting her in the forest with the sullies or even being plucked away from the Metkayina as a way to gain leverage over the oceanic clan. Used as a bargaining chip with a gun pointed at your head, your clanmates would cry out in horror as you’re dragged off with the sky people.
Cue the questioning and perhaps even torture, asking in what clan is Toruk Makto residing in. In the end you’ll be confused and exhausted, dropped in a cellar uncaring of your well being. Z-dog would be curious on the differences between her body and yours. Watching you in the sidelines, eyes roaming your body uncaring if you caught her in the act. She’ll probably flash a cocky smirk, gum popping.
At one point her curiosity would win the best of her and before she knows it her hands are on you. Roaming over every curve and detail, memorizing each unique trait you had. Fingers brushing against your inner thigh, groping your flesh. She’ll tug on your tail enjoying the hiss you would send her way. You’ll try and swat her hands away, snapping your teeth in anger. She’ll laugh at your anger and frustration, tugging on your braid.
Her teammates would notice her fascination with you, teasing and prodding of her obvious interest in you. At one point, the squad will consciously try and get the two of you alone, stating how maybe having a hostile on their side would benefit them. Even going as far as suggesting to having a personal intimate bond with a native.
By all means z-dog is on board with the implications. She’ll start off slow not wanting to overwhelm you just yet. Offering a piece of gum as a peace treaty and enjoying the curious look on your face. Opening your mouth wide, thumb pressing down on your tongue. She’ll place the treat inside your mouth, eyeing the way you chew curiously. She’ll probably try and teach you how to pop gum and laugh when you fail miserably.
She’ll also try and learn how to speak na’vi to communicate better with you and even teach you English. When she hears you speak of home, begging to be set free she’ll offer small trinkets such as seashells or flowers in order to soothe you. Unknowingly, she would start the courting process as she offers more things, going as far as hunting small animals so you won’t have to eat human food. Showing that she can be a reliable mate to depend on. All in all she would be really sweet other than maybe pushing herself into your comfort zone.
OMG THIS IS A DREAM COME TRUE I’M CRYING THANK U SM !!
dONT THANK ME????!!! IF ANYTHING I SHOULD BE THE ONE THANKING YOU
YOU BLESSED MY EYES WITH YOUR WORK
What about spider and his mum, I feel like spider would so want his mothers love and affection having gone his whole life without feeling the love of a mother and the cold shoulder of Neytiri. Do you think spider would be like his dad and do whatever it takes to earn his mothers love. You know like father like sim right.
Absolutely! Spider will def be a platonic yandere for his lovely mother whom he cherishes and loves very much! He’ll do just about anything for his mother— Like father like son!
LISTEN HERE, U NEED TO BRING BACK THAT HARDCORE NSFW SHIT IN INFATUATION BC I’M LOSING MY MIND OVER HOW GOOD YOUR WRITING IS HOLY SHIT
YES MAM🫡 I ASSURE YOU THE GOOD STUFF IS GONNA BE ON THE NEXT CHAPTER
STUCK
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#SYNOPSIS— Running away from the white death
#WARNING(s)— mentions of unhealthy obsession/fixation,mentions of forced relationship, intent on kidnapping
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You wouldn't be honest if you said you weren’t feeling anxious. Here you were, looking back over your shoulder as you boarded a bullet train. Hurriedly taking a seat in the nearest corner. You could never be too sure of your surroundings. That much you discovered thanks to your "beloved lover” The cart was very silent, it was making you feel uneasy. It wasn’t until later that you realized you were in the ‘silent car’ It was peaceful— so peaceful. Something you hadn’t gotten in the past few years. Only a short while had passed when the silence was broken by three men. They were bickering amongst themselves clearly being agitated and overworked. One was obviously under some sort of substance clearly being escorted by the other two men. You didn't really comprehend who he was until you got a closer look at his face.
It was the son of your ‘ dear lover ‘ However there were rumors that he had been taken hostage by a gang and was being held for ransom. You never made an effort to know just how he got kidnapped exactly. Having no desire to learn anything about that man’s offspring. Your gaze darted from left to right as you nervously gnawed at your lips. It wasn’t a coincidence— nothing was ever a coincidence. Your breathing was erratic as you tried making sense of the situation. You couldn't imagine going back to that man. There were tears running down your cheeks. You should have known better than to think it was just a coincidence. You managed to secure a ticket on the bullet train by some miracle. You wiped away any possible tear-streaked traces as you sniffled through your emotions. After gathering yourself, you decided to put up a fight and not be treated lightly. You won’t be taken easily.
But as you heard the two men arguing back and forth, your brief moment of clarity was broken. They continued to glance at your spot before returning to their phone. ❝ It can't be that simple—that much for her, ❞ the taller of the two whispered harshly ❝Listen, mate— that's the fuckin target ❞ the other one would say while rolling his eyes. ❝ just hurry it up ❞ He was a well-dressed man, and the color of his clothes complemented his eyes. And he was approaching you confidently with an endearingly smiling. He had curly brown chesnut hair and pearly white teeth with a mustache complimenting his looks. He was handsome you noted— but either way he was hired to take you back. You had nowhere else to go as he moved closer, causing your breath to become labored. He would undoubtedly drag you back into the man's grasp. And it appeared that he had noticed you frantic state.
❝ Hey—hey ❞ he said, encouraging you to adopt a relaxed posture. ❝ I just need you to make this easy for me, sweetheart, ❞ he added ❝ I've already had a fuckin day with these twats ❞ you glared at him with narrowed brows, letting out a series of gurgling laughs. Your lips began to twist into a wicked, crafty smile. You had previously emphasized that you wouldn't be taken lightly. You stood up in a false fury and screamed at the top of your lungs. Raising your hand, you slapped his cheek ❝ How dare you— You pervert! Disgusting man, you! You are not allowed to grope me while I'm sleeping just because I'm dozing off! Outrageous—piece of shit! ❞ you launched into a tirade against him in an effort to get the other passengers' attention, and it was successful. The man appeared as though he was unable to realize that he had been smacked and was now being called a pervert.
He struggled to speak while feverishly shaking his head in denial. He made gestures with his arms raised as he attempted to diffuse the situation caused by other passengers hurling objects at him. ❝ I was merely attempting to wake her!❞ You packed your belongings and scoffed. Giving him one last look before slapping him again. ❝ You wench—, you! ❞ His hand reached out to stroke his swollen cheek. You huffed and stepped away from the scene. Hurriedly opened the door, sweat running down your face. You were horrified by what you had done. You’ve hit an escort that was hired by your lover and had gotten away with it.
You choose to put your bags in a random holder after fumbling with them. encountering a gentleman with heavy glasses, a bucket hat on top, and long, shaggy blonde hair. He appeared to be trying to blend in by dressing poorly ❝ I'm sorry, but have you seen a silver suitcase with a sticker on it? ❞ You immediately noticed it in the corner of your eyesight. The wheels in your thoughts started to turn as you turned to look back at the man ❝ I apologize for the mess, but here it is! ❞ You handed the man the silver bag bearing a train-themed sticker ❝ Thank you very much❞ he left without another word, seemingly oddly happy. There was something going on in this train and you didn’t want to stay and figure it out. Getting off was top priority.
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#SYNOPSIS— headcanons on clanheads continuing their legacy
#WARNING(s)— yandere,unhealthy obsession, manipulation/manipulative, implication of noncon/dubcon
(Indra Otsutsuki||Madara Uchiha)
As a man with enemies far too large that exceed his own legacy the only solution is to expand his clan. And that will only happen by his darling’s womb. Either by you willing to spread your legs for him or not he chooses not to care. He loves you far too much for him to care about your own feelings. It’s only about his obsession. His feelings—only about him. Do you not care how he feels to see you without a child in your womb? Without a child clinging onto your kimono? It pains him to see such a thing. It almost shames him when he eyes your empty belly and see he has yet to impregnate you. Of course, one child will never be enough for him. Hes the founder of a new uprising shinobi clan the urge to bare many heirs for him is pressured on his shoulders.
With the threat of his brothers clan waging war without a doubt his children will be sent to the frontlines. Therefore one child will never be enough. No—he expects at least four children if not more. If you dare try to refuse him he won’t hesitate to use his sharingan to make you complaint during intercourse. Of course he would like his darling to enjoy the process but if his sharingan is needed he wont be reclutent to use it. The survival of the Uchiha is weighted on his darlings shoulder. Indra is very firm about his darling bearing heirs for him. The Uchiha will not end here— no the Uchiha Clan shall rise and defeat the Senjus.
His father was a man who sired many children most whom he lost in war against the Senju. As the eldest of his remaining brothers he was the upcoming leader of the Uchiha clan. He would be the image and representative of the Uchiha clan. Someone that’s meant to show the embodiment of a true Uchiha. And as a representative of the Uchiha everything he did was followed by his fellow clan members. So what better example would there be if he were to impregnate his darling? Of course it would be an honor for his darling to bear his children. It’s Uchiha Madara a shinobi with unfathomable powers. Anyone is lucky to be his partner. His darling would be shackled with pressure of being his partner. Forced to bear many children for him and be thankful for being his personal breeding whorê.
Long nights of spending in bed, tired and exhausted of being overspent. Legs turned into jelly after the series of being breed over and over again had forced her to lay limp. In a short span of days no doubt evidence of being pregnant would arise. Nausea in the mornings, refusing to come near certain smells etc. Such news would bring great happiness in the clan. Fertility and the birth of a new generation raised in peace instead of war. No doubt the Uchiha clan would celebrate on the news. It would be the birth of a new generation all thanks to his darlings cooperation. His darling would be praised and cooed over by the Uchiha.
OBSESSING OVER RECOM!
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#SYNOPSIS— in which all recoms are obsessed with their recom teammate
#WARNING(S)— yandere(?), unhealthy fixation, unhealthy obsession, non consensual touching, groping, implications of forced mating, implications of noncon/dubcon, abuse of power, manipulation/manipulative, forced tsahylu
#CHARACTER(S)— Recom Group/ Deja Blu squad
Seeing your teammates being brought back from the dead was difficult to say the least. It was hard to accept that you had died and that this was the outcome. You had followed the Colonel’s steps in agreeing to project phoenix like a dog. And this is what you were given— not that you didn’t appreciate it. During the first week of waking up there were various test and blood sampling along with motor control and whatnot. It didn’t take long for everyone to be cleared. It was the clearance the squad needed to be sent out to Pandora.
During the expedition you had encountered a strange looking plant. It was beautiful— entrancing to look at. You were drawn closer, fingers brushing against the petals. In defense the plant spurted out a sweetening mist, coating your body in the smell. You reeled back in alarm, trying to dust off the pollen. You were given explicit orders by the Colonel to stay near the team. Stressing out his words, knowing you were the type to wander off. You didn’t listen— and now here you are, coated in a sweet substance. You scurried off to your teammates, stumbling in your own footsteps.
Heading back to base, you rushed to the communal showers scrubbing every inch of your body. The sweet smell didn’t go away, your teammates nagged you about the smell. Questioning where you had gotten such a nice smelling body wash— the teased you about it. Touching you far more often than you were used to. But something was odd— it was a nagging feeling. One that had left you constantly on edge. Your teammates however seemed to know something—Staring you down as if you were nothing but a piece of meat to them. They’re gazes gave you a shiver, tail curling inward as you tried to appear smaller to them.
They began acting oddly— Lyle was someone you often went to the gym with. He would be there spotting you when you would bench press. But his actions were questionable, groping your flesh and even pressing his hips against yours. At one point you even caught him sniffing one of your borrowed shirts, humping a pillow like an animal in heat. Unbeknownst to you the others seethed in jealousy. They wanted nothing more but to be near you, to have your eyes only on them. Their past feelings only amplified their primal instinct. They wanted a taste of you.
Z-Dog was passive aggressive with her courting. Flirting coyly and purring, she would take advantage of your confusion. Asking for a partner to stretch with, pressing her clothed cunt against your hips, exaggerating her groans. She was temptress, fingers skimming over your abdomen, trailing lower as she pressed her chest towards you. She knew exactly what she wanted and knew how to get it.
The other recoms had taken this as an act of war, each whisking you away from the other. At one point you were often stuck in quarreling fights, ears flattening against your skull as your comrades hissed at each other. It took a while for everyone to reach a compromise. It became overwhelming at one point, there wasn’t a moment someone didn’t have their hands on you. Becoming rather aggressive and demanding more from you.
Quaritch was surprisingly needy, often commanding you to be near him. Even going as far as using his rank to get what he wanted from you. He was curious on how the na’vi mated officially and was quite persistent on the topic. When he caught wind of the information he couldn’t help but dream of having such a life with you. One way or another he had used his rank over you. Extending out his braid towards you, gesturing for you to follow his lead. Your refusal at first was understandable but he kept pushing.
At one point Quaritch decided to take things onto his own hands. He cornered you in an isolated corridor, offering an ultimatum. You can either accept his offer and be kind about this experience he wants to share with you or he’ll force the bond. It wasn’t hard to choose the safest option. Sean was one of the many who became increasingly aggressive, hissing at others when his time with you was interrupted. He would tug on your braid enacting painful hisses from you. Deep down he enjoyed causing such a painful reaction. Even going as far as dragging his canines down your throat, nipping and biting the skin.
Authors note: Other recoms will be mentioned during part two
I don't think u understand how much I want to write the smut
But I'm doing a slow burn and it might not even be a full slow burn bc I can't contain myself I'm struggling so much😭😭😭
Slow burn is honestly torture for writers I don’t know how you can do it