#also Spot is soo shaped I love it

[bat-zilla]

LIL DUDES AQUIRED

[chillinglyadventurous]

Spooktober Day 5 - “Was that a scream?"

You were down in Ford’s lab helping him with a new type of gadget that would be helpful in tracking anomalous activity when Dipper and Mabel had stormed into the lab. They wanted to the two of you to go monster hunting. Dipper had learned about a new cryptid called the Shadow Stalker. Ford had declined, but insisted that you go along with the kids, Wendy, and Soos. He had said it would be good for you to get some fresh air.

As you were leaving, Ford stopped you, grasping your wrist, “Call me if you need anything.” He pressed a small kiss to your temple, “That thing can get a bit wiley.” He placed a walkie talkie in your hand. “Go have fun. Be safe.”

Once night fell, the moon hung high in the sky over the dense canopy of pine trees. He fog was thick and the flashlights the gang was carrying barely cut through it. You were thankful for a cool night, unsure of how long you’d be out there or how far you would have to trudge deeper into he Gravity Falls forest. 

“So, what’s the plan again?” Wendy asked. Her voice was calm as always as she led the pack, cutting brush out of the way with her axe.

“We’re looking for the Shadow Stalker,” Dipper said matter-of-factly. He held up Journal 3 for you to see. Ford’s sketch of the thing was enough to send a chill up your spine. It was a large, humanoid creature with glowing red eyes. It almost reminded you of the hide-behind. “It’s been spotted in these woods for centuries. It’s drawn to sound and movement.

Your body stiffened, “Great.” 

Mabel gasped, startling you from her place to your right. You gripped her hand in yours to stop her from skipping ahead of the group, “Ohhhhh, spooky! I hope it’s friendly.” She reached ino her backpack and pulled out an extra sweater. She hugged it close to her chest. You knew she had knitted it that morning for this very occasion. It was made up of black yarn and the words ‘You go, Shadow Stalker!’ on the front, “Do you think i’ll like it, [Y/N]?”

“Of course, sweetie,” sure it would like it, if it didn’t eat you. You plucked the journal from Dipper’s hand, “Ford have anything in here about how dangerous this thing is?”

Dipper shrugged as he took the journal back from you, “Can’t be that bad if he let us go alone.”

You scoffed. You loved that man, but he had also given a twelve year old a crossbow before. He almost gotten his and Dipper’s brains devoured by an interdimensional math wizard. Needless to say, you immediately expected the worst. You squeezed the walkie talkie in your hand that wasn’t holding Mabel back.

One second, everything felt fine, but the next your flashlight went out. Wendy’s was next, then Soos. Finally, Dipper and Mabel’s flashlight gave out. The five of you stood in the darkened forest. You couldn’t see much in front of you despite the moon hanging overhead. You could make out the shape of the twins, reaching for both of their hands. You could see Soos’ silhouette creep closer to you before feeling his hand on your shoulder. Wendy moved closer too. 

“Oh, dudes,” Soos spoke up from right behind your ear, “not trying to freak anyone out, but the vibes of the place are way off right now.”

You nodded. The air was suddenly thick and you felt like you were being watched, “Yeah, I’m with Soos on this one. Something about this feel wrong-”

Before anyone could respond, you heard a loud crash of branches behind you. I was so loud that the five of you froze in place. Soos bumping into the back of you. You held your breath as you remembered Dipper’s words. It is attracted to sound and movement.

A loud screech filled the air then, the five of you huddled together in the middle of a moonlit clearing. Mabel hugged you around the waist. Even Dipper had clutched onto you tighter.

“Was that a scream?” Mabel whispered against your shirt.

You looked down at Dipper as he began to speak, his face pale with fear, “It didn’t sound like an animal.”

The eerie silence that followed was thick and oppressive, as if the forest itself was holding its breath. Every sound felt amplified—the rustling of leaves, the creak of branches in the wind, even the shallow breathing of your friends around you. You felt a cold bead of sweat form at the back of your neck.

“I don’t like this,” you whispered, your voice barely above a breath.

Dipper flipped through the journal faster, scanning the pages, “This is exactly where the sightings have been reported. If that noise was the Shadow Stalker, we might be too close.”

“Too close for what, exactly?” Wendy frowns, pulling out her axe. 

Dipper swallows hard, “It’s said that once you hear its call, it’s already hunting you. We need to be still and quiet. Any noise, any movement, it’ll know.”

Mabel, usually the carefree one, took a step closer to you, her eyes wide. “What if we—”

Before she could finish, another crash, even louder this time, reverberated through the trees. The sound is followed by something far more chilling. A low, drawn-out growl, deep and prima echoed from all around you, making the little hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. 

“Dudes, that’s definitely not a squirrel,” Soos muttered, inching closer to you, Wendy, and the kids.

You could feel your heart racing, your pulse thundering in your ears. ‘Ford should be here,’ you cursed, but you didn’t  say it aloud. He should have known this would happen. Lord knows he knew everything and always made sure you knew he knew everything. He should have come with you. Wiley. Yeah, that was an understatement. Instead, you reach for your walkie talkie, the one lifeline you knew you can count on. Your fingers trembled as you turned it on, “Ford, do you copy? Over.”

A few seconds pass before you hear his voice on the other side, a flash of relief washing over you, “are you okay? What happened? Over.”

“We’re too close,” you whispered. Your voice was low, but urgent, “We think it’s here. We need you. Over.”

Another brief silence followed. The rustling behind you was getting closer. You could almost hear the gears in his mind turning, “Stay right where you are.” His voice was steady and calm. He was doing his best to not freak you out with the slight shake of his voice, “I’ll be there soon. Don’t make any sudden moves and keep quiet. Turn your walkie off. Over.”

You shut the walkie off and put it into Dipper’s bag, feeling a small sense of relief knowing that Ford is on his way, but you also know it might not be fast enough. The growling sounded closer now and you swore you saw something moving in the shadows between the trees, something tall, with glowing eyes.

Wendy stepped in front of the, her axe at the ready, her stance solid, “We’re not just going to wait around to be eaten by this thing, right?”

Dipper shook his head, “No, we just need to stall until Ford gets here. We have to stay still, no running.”

The growl turned into a low hiss and then the shadow seemed to shift. Out from the darkness, a figure emerged. It’s tall, towering over you, its body thin but impossibly long, covered in what looks like shadow itself. Its glowing red eyes scanned the group. The air grew colder. The Shadow Stalker.

Every instinct was telling you to run, but you forced yourself to stay still apart from pushing Dipper and Mabel behind you. The creature’s eyes focused on Soos, shaking so hard that you can hear the rustle of his jacket.

“It’s looking for movement,” Dipper whispered, barely moving his lips. “Stay calm. Stay-”

Before Dipper could finish, Soos stumbled backward, tripping over a tree root. The sound loud, a crack of branches and a thud as he hit the ground. The Shadow Stalker snaped its head toward Soos, its eyes glowing brighter. It gave a bone-chilling screech. It moved quickly, unnaturally fast, as it closed the distance between it and Soos in an instant.

“No!” Mabel shouted, unable to hold back her panic.

Just when it seemed like the creature is about to reach Soos, a blinding flash of light burst through the trees, hitting the Shadow Stalker in the chest. The creature screeched, recoiling as if burned by the light.

“Get away from them!” Ford’s voice boomed through the clearing as he emerged from the shadows, holding a strange device that hummed with energy. His face was set with determination. His eyes focused on the creature as it stumbled backward.

“Ford!” you cried out, the relief almost overwhelming.

Ford glanced at you, his expression softening for just a moment before he turned back to the Shadow Stalker. “Stay behind me, all of you!” he commanded, his voice sharp and authoritative.

You rushed to his side, your heart still racing as you pulled everyone behind you, but the fear you were feeling eased knowing he was there. Ford tightened his grip on the device in his hands, the light from it growing stronger. The creature hissed again, retreating further, but it circled, waiting for a chance to strike. You pressed the front of your body to Ford’s back. Dipper and Mabel were pressed firmly to either side of you. Soos had his own face buried in your back and Wendy clung to him.

Dipper, still holding the journal, tugged on Ford’s trench coat with wide eyes. “How do we stop it?”

Ford kept his focus on the creature as he adjusted a dial on the device, “We don’t kill it. We contain it. I’ve been preparing for this. I just need to hold it long enough to activate the trap.”

Mabel’s voice trembled, “What if it gets out?”

Ford glanced down at her, his expression serious, “It won’t. Not if we do this right.”

The creature howled, but Ford stepped forward to leave you feeling abandoned. His device emitted a soft hum that filled the air. The Shadow Stalker screeched in response, but Ford held his ground, a confident figure against the darkness.

“Stay close to me,” Ford said softly, his hand brushing against yours as he steadied himself. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

You nodded, feeling a strange sense of comfort despite the danger. You’ve always trusted Ford, but in moments like this, you realized just how deeply you rely on him. You squeeze his hand briefly before stepping back, trusting him to finish what he started.

With a swift motion, Ford slammed the device into the ground and, suddenly, the forest floor around the creature began to glow. Strange, glowing symbols arose from the earth, forming a circle around the Shadow Stalker. The creature let out one final, earsplitting screech as the symbols pulse with light, trapping it inside the glowing barrier.

Ford took a deep breath, his shoulders relaxing as the creature struggled to break free, “It’s done. It won’t be bothering anyone again.”

You let out a breath, your body finally relaxing as you threw your arms around him in thanks. Your nose was pressed firmly against his chest as you sighed with relief, “You saved us. Again.”

Ford chuckled softly as he pulled you from him. A six-fingered hand caressed your cheek, “I told you I’d always protect you.”

You both grinned when Dipper, Soos, and Wendy let out a groan of disgust. Wendy told you to ge a room. Mabel, though, laughed wildly, “Awwe, they’re so in love! How can you gus be grossed out? They're adorable.”

“So, uh, what now?” Soos asked, rubbing his arm where he fell.

Ford smiled, clamping his hand on Soos’ shoulder, “Now, we head back to the Shack. I’ll deal with this creature in the morning.”

As you all began to make your way back through the woods, you stayed close to Ford, your hand still in his. His presence was like an anchor, grounding you after that shock. It had been a while since you had a good scare, but the darkness of the forest didn’t seem as menacing anymore, not with Ford by your side.

“Next time,” he said quietly, leaning in just enough for you to hear, “you’re staying in the Shack with me.”

You laughed, the tension in your chest finally releasing, “I’ll take you up on that.”

[wheneclipsefalls]

Obsessed with your writing! Especially the sully brothers x reader relationship!! If you're taking requests, I would love to see possibly something along the lines of lo'ak being slightly more jealous and possessive even when it comes to his brother, so maybe reader x neteyam are being very fluff and cute alone and it starts to get hot and heavy, and even though they know lo'ak would be jealous Neteyam just can't help himself 😩 just as neteyam and reader are finished and cleaning up lo'ak catches them and gets soo pouty and jealous and reader is soo apologetic and makes it up to him with his own special alone time asgdgdhdhfjfkf 👀🙏🏻

Masterlist AO3

Pairing: Neteyam (23) x Metkayina Fem Reader x Lo'ak (22)

Warnings: oral (fem receiving), explicit MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, p in v, aged up characters, established relationship, polyamory, dom Lo'ak, dom Neteyam, squirting, sub reader, power imbalance, jealousy, sibling rivalry, dirty talk, semi public sex.

A/N: Thank you to the anon that requested this! I had a lot of fun exploring a softer side to these three's dynamic. Also, thanks for being so patient <3

“You’re going to hurt your eyes staring at the sun like that, baby girl.” Neteyam warns you. Still, your gaze is locked to the horizon. The water is calm and clear, only the occasional canoe or ilu and rider surfacing. Nothing showing the shape of what you truly desire to see. 

“Yawne.” Neteyam tries again, finally breaking your focus away from the pulsing water. Looking up from your place in the sand, it’s easy to see the fond amusement in Neteyam’s golden eyes. “He won’t be back until tomorrow.” 

You huff and turn away from him. 

“I know that.” Your efforts to remain nonchalant are unsuccessful with the eldest brother. A deep chuckle rumbles in his chest before you feel his shadow encapsulating your form. He leans directly over your sitting form till his playful eyes meet yours directly, blocking the view of the ocean. Neteyam’s tight braids dangle and sway upside down with the ocean breeze carrying them along. 

“Then why do you keep looking for boats?” A hairless eyebrow raises back at you and it becomes hard to hide your pout. 

It seems that your attempts at spotting the hunting party were not as subtle as originally imagined. Then again you figure nothing concerning you and the brothers is ever subtle. It’s been five days since Lo’ak left with the hunting party out past the reef. It’s the longest the two of you have been apart since mating. Sure there were times when one or both of the brothers were needed in these groups, setting out across the waves to gather greater supplies for the clan, but that had been when you were teenagers. 

Back then you could not verbally call them as yours. Even on those occasions you had been worried and anxious for their return, but those were thoughts that had to be kept to yourself. You can still remember Lo’ak’s smirk the first time you had bounded into his arms after he had been away on a three day journey. He was pleasantly surprised but wasted no time in pressing your body closer to his. Pulling away with inflamed cheeks, you could see the obvious pride that glimmered across his features. 

It was clear he knew of your little crush.

Now, having been mated to both brothers for several months, you are acclimated to their presence. You are fortunate enough to wake up with at least one of the Sully boy’s wrapped around you. Each night you fall asleep pressed between them, a game of footsy inevitably taking place throughout the night. Even with each of your busy schedules and responsibilities you seem to always find time to spend with them frequently. 

“You’re imagining things.” You insist, trying to look past his curtain of braids. 

Neteyam audibly laughs at this. He straightens up before plopping down beside you. Strong arms wrap around your middle and easily manhandle you to sit between his legs. It feels natural to melt back against his warm chest, Neteyam tucking your head beneath his chin. 

“My poor yawne, not getting enough attention with only one male to satisfy her.” Neteyam teases and you instantly slap his thigh in reprimand. It’s light and harmless, only there for show of your retribution. 

“Don’t say that.” A pout begins to form across your heart shaped lips. Thankfully Neteyam is unable to see it properly with you facing forwards. Still, he seems to sense it all the same, his cooing and amused chuckles not seizing for a moment.

Bent legs cage you in from each side, but the loose embrace is comforting to say the least. It doesn’t calm the storm of emotions and longing that plagues your brain, but the tension in your muscles begins to unravel into a more relaxed posture. Calloused hands dance across your shoulders and sides. The warmth of his hands seem to spread across your skin, subconsciously bringing a blush to your cheeks. 

Finally, they settle to knead and work at the knots in your shoulders. Neteyam is an expert at scaring away any forms of physical stress with those skilled hands. His strong grip formed over years of wielding a bow and carrying heavy canoes onto shore, proves to be efficient in digging into the deep muscle that is usually coiled tightly. You have to suppress a moan from escaping your lips. 

“He will be alright.”

Your eyes flicker open, unsure of when they closed in the first place. 

“Yeah…I know.” You live under no delusion that those words came out confident. Were it not for Neteyam’s great intuition and vast knowledge of your reactions, it’s clear he would still be able to decipher your mood. You’ve always been known for wearing your heart out on your sleeve. It’s a characteristic that can lead to deeper talks and understanding but also the same one that puts you into moods that end with you over one of the Sully brother’s knees. 

“Our sweet syulang, always concerned for her forest boys.” Neteyam coos, nuzzling into the back of your neck. The action starts to surface small giggles from your lips, tickling at the sensitive skin. Your sharp teeth gnaw into your bottom lip to try and keep them at bay, but it is already building into full blown laughter. This only spurs Neteyam onward, brushing your thick hair aside so he has better access to your neck. 

“Stop!” The pleas for mercy sound anything but intimidating with your radiating laughter sinking into every phrase. Before you know it, his legs have come over yours to keep you trapped while his fingers tickle into the soft flesh of your sides. 

You’ve always been ticklish, a fact that both brothers delight in and use to their advantage. Lo’ak was originally the first one to discover it and he had been relentless for the weeks following. Any chance he had to keep you pinned underneath him with desperate laughter erupting from you, he took. It came to the point where you were asking Jake for maneuvers that would get the male off of you. 

“Neteyam! M-mercy!” 

“Not till you admit how worried you are.” Neteyam insists. At this point you are squirming and frantically trying to kick his legs off of yours for relief. Unsurprisingly, you are unsuccessful with that heavy toned muscle clamping you in place. “Baby girl can’t handle Lo’ak being gone for a few days.” Neteyam teases.

It’s funny how after all this time, hearing the words out loud still makes you blush. You’ve done unspeakable things with these men, gave your body and soul to them and received the same in return, but there is still something about admitting your dependence on them that makes your ears heat up in embarrassment. 

“Fine! Fine! I’m a little worried, you skxawng. N-now let me go!” Intermittent hiccups cut your sentences into jambled pieces but luckily Neteyam finally yields. Your lungs struggle to inflate and exhale air quickly, heart beating against your ribcage. The eldest Sully lets you lean back against him once more as he peppers soft kisses along your cheek and temple. You can feel the curve of his lips against your skin. 

Arrogant Skxawng. 

“Lo’ak will be back before you know it.” 

You solemnly nod in response. Neteyam is right, but five days already feels like too much. It’s strange not having his snide remarks and devilish grin interrupting your day periodically. In many ways the brothers are like fire and ice. They have parts of their personalities that oppose one another and yet it feels unbalanced to only have one element without the other. There are moments where you admittedly enjoy spending one on one time with them, but things usually only escalate sexually in these scenarios if they’re quickies. Just simple moments where the heat of passion lures both of you into going further than anticipated. 

Although you prefer not to verbally admit it, part of this has to do with Lo’ak’s tendencies. Neteyam isn’t easily bothered by being left out. He’s too busy and sensible to monitor things as inevitable as that. The eldest brother only comes to heated anger when seeing other Na’vi males closing in on you. 

Lo’ak on the other hand, is a bit more sensitive to the exclusion. You blame it on the older-younger brother complex that they have grown up in. Neteyam has always been the golden child, spearheading the path for his siblings to follow while Lo’ak spent many of his adolescent years feeling like an outcast. In his eyes, Neteyam was the one that received all the praise and accomplished each milestone perfectly while he was seen as lesser than. It’s been years of healing and growing up, but a shred of those insecurities still lie beneath, no matter how much he denies it. Lo’ak is possessive of what belongs to him, perhaps afraid it could be taken away within an instant. 

You consider it a miracle that the two agreed to this special relationship in the first place. Still, that possessive behavior has a way of bubbling to the surface every now and then. 

“Five days is already a long time.” You mumble as Neteyam’s calloused fingertips trail to the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs. It lights a flame there, sparkling along your veins into simple tendrils of pleasure. Five days is a long time, especially when you’ve gotten zero sexual relief within that span. 

“You think you can make do with silly old me for one more day?” Pointed teeth briefly nip at your twitching ears. 

Your lips part to throw back some witty response, but the sensation of long fingers reaching underneath the waistband of your loincloth, makes your mind go blank. It’s borderline humiliating how affected you are by such simple touches, but you’ve been on the edge for days now. Neteyam has been doting and affectionate as always but your nights end with innocent cuddling. Only now can you feel the evidence of his own sexual frustration poking your back.

“Please don’t tease, Nete.” You rangle out a response as the tip of his pointer barely brushes your unparted folds. Going without sex for almost a week is one thing, but you have little hope of surviving it with the mix of Neteyam’s teasing. 

“Why not?” He whispers, but those pointer fingers parts your petals and begins to rub delicately at your sensitive nub. Neteyam peeks his head around your shoulder once more. You obediently crane your neck to face him. His lips are soft and patient against your own, a different tune than the passionate one you are used to. 

“Miss you.” The words are barely more than a mumble against his lips. Pressing his nose against yours he breaks the kiss and smiles down at you. 

“Oh now you miss me too?” The tips of those sharp canines poke out in the smile. “How can you miss me when I’m right here, pretty girl?” 

You fight the urge to roll your eyes at him. There is no desire to kick up a bratty attitude right now, not when your instincts tell you that Neteyam is willing to reward you for good behavior. Instead, your lashes flutter closed and you give him the most innocent and endearing peck on the lips you can manage. 

“You know what I mean, Nete.” His hands recede from your core and gently trace a path up to your hips. “Please?” 

The hold on your hips becomes a harsh grip, one that is used to flip you around. Finally facing him you waste no time in straddling his lap. Desperate lips attach once more and you can feel his impressive member rock hard and grinding up against you through the fabric. 

Lo’ak on his best days tries to keep his composure, forcing himself to walk back to the shared hut and into your arms instead of tumbling the way he would like to. Today, however, back early from the expedition, he can’t hide his excitement. A few drops of sweat trail down the back of his neck as he helps the others reign in the large net under the beating sun. The younger Sully brother ignores the aches of his muscles and continues to work as fast as possible.

Occasionally his gold orbs snap up to survey the perimeter in search of your form. For once he is relieved to not see you there. This way he can surprise you. Images of your soft body beneath him already fill his brain to the brim. Sleeping side by side with other Metkayina horny men is extremely disappointing in comparison to spooning you from behind as his cum leaks out of your tight pussy. 

From the corner of his eye, Lo’ak spots Ao’nung rolling his eyes. He ignores the look, confident that it only comes out of jealousy. Spirit far from being put down, Lo’ak rangles the net together quickly until he is finally dismissed. 

Hooks hanging from the netted loincloth clank together as he nearly sprints across the woven pathways of the village. The first place he looks is the marui, naturally, but neither you nor Neteyam are anywhere to be seen. He vaguely remembers the south beach being your favorite place to spend time after a long day of working so he beelines to the other side of the village. His only rest stop is one forced by Jake, who spots him and goes to welcome his son home. Lo’ak gives his father a nod of his head and a rushed explanation before getting back on course. 

It isn't until he makes it past the thick cluster of mangrove trees that his ears twitch, catching the sound of distant moans. His first instinct tells him to turn away, leaving the anonymous couple to have their fun, but then there is a distinct whimper that he could recognize anywhere. Lo’ak takes heed to not rustle the fallen greenery loudly as he prowls forward toward the source of the sound. 

And that is where he finds you backed up against a palm tree, his older brother balls deep inside you. 

“C-close!” Your eyes are squinted shut, the familiar look of ecstasy painted across your delicate features. 

“That’s it, baby girl. Give me another one.” Neteyam adjusts your trembling legs that are wrapped around his waist so he can change the angle slightly. This shift has a new onslaught of moans freely falling from your lips. 

“C-can’t!” You whine, dropping your head to rest on his shoulder. 

Careful to remain silent, Lo’ak studies your form. Your sweet body that has been haunting his dreams for the past five days. However, it’s his own back that he imagines your nails digging into while getting fucked, not his brother’s. 

“Don’t be stubborn, baby.” Neteyam grunts, hip rocking upwards at breakneck speed. “I know you can.” 

What tips you over the edge though is not encouraging words or the squeezing of those large hands around the plump of your ass, it’s the moment where Neteyam swings his queue over his shoulder and allows your dancing tendrils to intertwine. 

“Nete!” Your screech almost drowns out his own feral moan. He curses under his breath.

“Great Mother!” Neteyam groans, and from Lo’ak’s hidden spot in the bushes, even he can infer it's from the way you are clamping down around him. “I love you so much, baby girl!” 

“L-love you, Nete.” Lo’ak has to concentrate on the sound to make out your strangled words. 

He’s done watching the scene unfold before him. Listening to his brother’s groans he knows how this ends and he has no interest in waiting around to be discovered afterwards. Suddenly, his excitement has dimmed to that of a lonely dread. 

Careful to not be seen or heard, he traces his trail back through the array of trees until he can no longer hear the two of you. Lo’ak sets off to distract himself from the lewd scene he had discovered. Truth be told, he had seen and participated in moments like that with the two of you many times. The brothers were used to sharing sexual intimacy with you, but that wasn’t what made his heart clench. 

It’s the soft and tender intimacy in that moment that spurs dark feelings inside of him. To see such a sweet scene of love and devotion, all while he has been away. The lurking voice in the back of his head whispers creeping thoughts of not being needed. Perhaps you are not only able to manage but also more content without him there. 

Lo’ak knows better than to heed this tempting voice in his head. He knows he has a tendency towards letting these outcast feelings sink in. However, just because he doesn’t let himself believe such sad things, does not mean he is thrilled to see how well the two of you get along without him. 

Reluctantly, Lo’ak makes his way back to the Sully residence. Surely at least Tuk will be happy to see him. 

“Hold still!” Tuk hisses, yanking on the small braid in retaliation. Lo’ak winces, always surprised by the increasing strength of his now teenage sister. 

“Yes ma’am.” He mutters under his breath, but Tuk rewards the comment with a slap to the head regardless. Only five minutes of lacing the new shells through his hair and Lo’ak is already itching to find a way out. He sours at the idea now of waiting for you to realize he is home. Neteyam or not, Lo’ak is anxious to see you. 

Tuk giggles in delight as the last of the shell carved beads are finally positioned properly in his hair. She beams proudly at the handy work. It’s clear that she requires no outside approval to know she has done a fantastic job. Of course, he knows it’s expected regardless. 

It’s in the middle of giving these compliments that he is knocked to the ground by your charging figure. The two of you fall back in a tangle of limbs as you squeeze him tightly. Finally, out of the dazed surprise, he wraps his arms around your waist. Quick kisses are peppered along his cheeks and nose rapidly before they finally reach his lips. 

“You’re back!” Your voice radiates energy and sunshine, but Lo’ak can still hear the echoing of moaned devotions you had been spewing for his brother moments earlier. From the sidelines, Tuk wrinkles her nose at the sight of you two, but even pinned underneath you Lo’ak does not miss the twitchings of a smile on her lips. 

“How long have you been back? How dare you not come find me?!” You complain as Lo’ak finally manages to sit the two of you up. Your fingers quickly find the newly beaded braids that hang over his eyes. You grin while fondly twisting the braids between the pads of your fingers. 

“I did, but you seemed a little…preoccupied.” 

Your smile drops and for the first time, Lo’ak makes eye contact with his brother that is casually leaning against the entryway. 

“Oh.” It’s all you can think of to mutter. 

“Tuk’s been waiting forever to get those beads in your hair. Surely that must have some priority.” Neteyam quickly cuts in, ruffling her braids messily. The distraction is enough to disrupt what was sure to be an awkward silence between the three of you. Neteyam focuses his energies on maintaining his younger sister’s innocence. 

“Naturally.” Lo’ak agrees, eyes never meeting your own. 

Neteyam is already set to work, distracting Tuk with inquiries of getting new beads for his own hair. Luckily she takes the bait eagerly, letting you and Lo’ak steam in your own cloud of tension.

“Lo’ak I…I’m sorry, we didn’t kno-”

“No worries.” He swiftly replies while simultaneously lifting you off of his lap. “We should head out before the hunting party devours the rest of dinner. Trust me, they’re desperate for anything besides boiled fish eggs.”

He’s standing and trailing out of the marui with Tuk before you have a moment to protest. Neteyam lets out a heavy sigh, offering you a sympathetic smile and hand to help you up. 

The rest of the night doesn’t proceed in much better of a fashion. Lo’ak doesn’t outright ignore you, returning tender touches and responding to questions, but you can feel the reservation holding him back. He doesn’t jump to tell outlandish stories like usual. The younger Sully allows the other members of the party to take the reins of the conversation, only hopping in to aid when specifically called upon. 

That night with the three of you back in Neteyam’s marui, the tension is palpable. You try to fill the air with fun stories and comments about how much Lo’ak was missed but neither brother does more than nod and occasionally pass out a one syllable answer. Neteyam affectionately lays a hand on Lo’ak’s head while the younger brother is putting away the fishing supplies, but his arm is brashly swatted away. It’s not an uncommon interaction between the two, something they’ve been known to do since they were teenagers, but there is an added sharpness to Lo’ak’s recoil. 

Neteyam’s eyes cut to you, visibly rolling his eyes to show how unnecessarily his brother is being. You give him a reprimanding look, motioning for him to be nice. His attitude doesn’t shift much at the request but he does manage to give his younger brother some space for the rest of the night. A fact that you are grateful for, originally worried that you were about to witness another one of the Sully brothers’ brawls. 

As the years have passed and maturity has settled upon each of them, they’ve come to be more respectful of one another. It’s that fact alone that allows this three way relationship to work in the first place, but there are times where the sibling rivalry still peeks out. Times where Neteyam finds Lo’ak dramatic and Lo’ak can see nothing but the golden child that has everyone wrapped around his finger. 

Naturally you’ve jumped in several times to mediate the interactions, but you have also come to learn that sometimes they need to be left alone to fight it out. Chances are they are back to being friends again in the morning with nothing more than a few bruises to show from their argument. 

Unfortunately, Neteyam seems to decide that keeping some space from you too would help wash away the memory of the scene Lo’ak walked in on. The bed is cold, trapped between the two of them while they both face away from you. A pout sits heavy on your lips as you toss and turn all night. Lo’ak doesn’t move away when you come to spoon his larger form from behind, but it’s still not how you imagined spending the night of his return. 

The next morning when you wake with only Neteyam by your side, you decide that enough is enough. You refuse to let another day pass with this hot and cold tension between the two of you. 

The village is still awakening, with the orange glow of daylight barely breaking the horizon, only a few early morning stragglers flit along the bouncy pathways. Most are in a rush to get out into the open ocean and make some morning kills. Lo’ak doesn’t have patrol or assignment with the hunting parties today, so it takes some effort to figure out where he has run off to. Luckily, you can recognize the muttered curses in the Sky People language that falls from his lips. 

“Damnit!”

The sound comes from underneath the walkway and you know that you are bound to find either your lover or Jake Sully. It’s endearing to see how much of his father’s lingo Lo’ak has committed to his own vocabulary. It’s still a struggle and annoyance to try and decipher what each word means but you’ve started to pick up on the feeling behind the most crude ones.

Flitting across the woven floor you follow the distant muttering accented with the swish of water beneath your feet. It takes you to the edge of the village where you finally hang over the walkway to spot Lo’ak wrestling with something underwater. Laying your body down to peer over the edge, your curly hair falls forward till the ends become dampened by the water’s surface. It takes a few seconds to realize that he is currently wrestling with a tangled net around the base of a support tree. 

Even from the distortion from the ocean water, you are able to make out his impressive physique and flexing biceps that yank on the sturdy wire. When he breaks through the water’s top once more for a breath and another round of curses, you allow yourself the luxury of porusing every inch of his majestic body with your eyes. He wears one of your favorite loincloths on him, a laced garment of mangrove leaves dyed a royal shade of purple. It’s a very traditional Metkayina attire only further complimented by his dark inked tattoos and shells swinging from his signature braids. 

Today, however, his beautiful dark braids are fashioned into a top knot, showing off his bared neck and shoulders sinfully. A part of you wonders if he chose his attire this morning simply to punish you for yesterday, Lo’ak is no stranger to your preferences and he has been known in the past for using them to his designs. Regardless of intention, it would be a lie to say it isn’t working as you oggle at the shifting muscles along his back while he pulls at the net violently. 

The years have been oh so kind to Lo’ak as he has grown into an accomplished male and warrior. The once slim beanpole of a body that you remember him coming to the island with (although even then you were quite infatuated with his appearance entirely) has shaped into a stronger Metkayina build while still maintaining certain Omatikaya physical traits. His shoulders had spanned out to create a surface broad enough for easily harboring canoes and nets full of gain. Even his thighs had become sturdy and encapsulated with smooth muscle. Somehow, however, that form still found ways to narrow into the slim waists known as a forest person trade mark. 

It has always driven you to the point of insanity, how well the brothers took the best of each culture and mixed it into your personal heaven. 

“Come on!” He grits out between bared teeth, starting to use his weight as a force against the trapped net. 

“Fucking Damnit!” He exclaims, starting to wrap the net around his flexed forearm.

“Fuckeng damitt” Your attempt to mimic his words come out rushed and confident but with the clear overshadow of a thick accent. It makes his head finally spin in your direction, startled expression shaping into that of recognition. 

“Don’t let Neteyam catch you using that language, yawne.” He warns you halfheartedly, already back to tangling with the destroyed net. 

For some strange reason Neteyam has always been more sensitive to your use of obscene Sky People language than anything Na’vi curse related. Something about those fowl words being too dirty for such pretty lips. It’s half the reason you still struggle to understand the meaning behind these thrown English curse words. Still, it’s always an effective way to get either of the brother’s attention. 

“What does it mean?” 

“Nothing really, yawne. Just don’t use it.”

Your clear pout is wasted on his dismissive attitude, still facing away from you as he puts his sole focus on undoing the stubborn net. The blood is already rushing to your head from being upside down and still Lo’ak has given you nothing close to the attention or reassurance you require. 

“You use it.” You point out. 

“You know that’s different, mama.” The nickname is enough to finally have a small smile encasing your lips, unfortunately it’s fleeting. “Why are you out of bed? It’s barely dawn.”

Lo’ak doesn’t give you a second to respond before taking in a full breath and dunking under the water again. Your teeth grind together as you wait impatiently for him to stop fumbling with the twine underwater and let you work together a reconciliation between you two. The younger Sully brother has always had a way of expressing his disapproval, the theatrics sometimes enough to have you mouthing off and trying to beat him at his own game. Today seems to be no exception. 

Guilt is quickly whittling along your nerves, faster and faster as the silence stretches on and Lo’ak still remains hidden beneath the surface. When his head finally pops up out of the water, the words leave your lips within record time. “I missed you!” 

Amber eyes finally flicker up towards you for the first time since your arrival. 

“Yawne, I’m working.” 

“Is this my punishment?”

He lags at the question, ears twitching and tail coiling together before facing you once more. His dark eyebrow furrow and the edges of his lips downturn. 

“Punishment?”

It takes a harsh steadying breath before you brashly begin to give the speech you’ve been preparing since last night. There seems to be so many things to include, so many ways to say you’re sorry. The order and details of this speech are rapidly becoming jumbled until you are sure that not even half of it will come out right even before you have parted your lips. 

“I’m sorry about yesterday, Lo. I really am! Neteyam and I just got caught up in the moment and…not that I’m trying to excuse the behavior because yes it was not the most considerate to you. And then the timing of it all was…by Eywa, disastrous. I wanted to be there when you got back! I had a whole plan, was going to pick your favorite fruit but of course I didn’t think you would be back that early. Still I just-”

He sternly speaks your name, cutting off the endless spew of apologies. 

“Breathe, baby.” Lo’ak calmly instructs and although your urge to continue talking till things are resolved still bubbles inside, you follow his command. Once you’ve seemed to settle enough to his approval he finally continues. “There is nothing to apologize for. You’re Neteyam’s mate too. You don’t need my permission to fuck each another.” 

Although his words are spoken calmly, the edge of his cursing and timber in the tone still sets your anxiety spiking. The Sully brothers may be proud to know you inside and out, but that bridge goes both ways. You recognize this tone of voice, the hint of shame and bridled emotion that Lo’ak carries when he forces himself to not overreact about something. He has a inclination to keep certain emotions locked away when deemed childish or ridiculous, perhaps ones that he was scolded for having in his adolescence. 

Truth be told, you don’t require his permission. The three of you have entered into this relationship and agreed to the terms consequently but that doesn’t mean you are proud of how things went down. Just because you can do something doesn’t mean you should, not when it comes at the cost of Lo’ak’s feelings. There were better ways that yesterday could’ve been handled. A deep frown etches into your features when you imagine how disappointing it must’ve been for Lo’ak to come home and have his first welcome home be nothing more than a reminder of how well you and Neteyam can get along without him. 

“It wasn’t sensitive and I’m sorry. I know how you feel about it and-”

“Yawne,” He drops the net and faces you fully, the heat of his attention searing into your skin. “You do not need to apologize to me. I can handle it, I don’t need you to coddle me.” 

Slowly your wide tail slinks do the ground, following suit with your pinned back ears. Lo’ak, however, can not hide his own tell-tale signs either. It’s easy to recognize the shift of his own tail and tension creeps through his shoulders. Although he returns to the task at hand, you are far from being done with yours. 

You allow your body to flip over your head, cascading you over the edge and into the shallow water. Feet planted along the sandy bottom, the water’s surface reaches considerably higher up your own torso in comparison to where it sits along Lo’ak’s hip tattoos. He’s back to gathering the net, although he can sense your presence easily. 

“I can tell you’re upset.”

“I am not mad. Truly.” The brief eye contact is broken as he turns around and digs his heels into the sand, readying himself to tug once more. It only takes a few more tugs for Lo’ak to decide that this method is ineffective. He easily heaves himself back up onto the walkway to retrieve his discarded sheathed knife. When he does, your eyes follow the curve of his sculpted ass, water dripping down the slopes of his spine and hips. 

The two of you may be in the middle of whatever you call this disagreement, but it’s been five days since you’ve seen him. 

Five days since his five-fingered hands have explored your body. Five days since he has been seated inside of you. Five days since you have had the opportunity to express your love through the passion of tangling limbs and unrestrained devotion. 

The throb of your core is insistent as you drink in every detail of his beauty. 

Back in the water with knife in hand, Lo’ak stubbornly continues to give you the cold shoulder. 

“You’re not mad, huh?”

“Nope.” He mutters, adjusting the straps of his loincloth. 

“Well then if you’re not mad…” You trail off, sauntering over to him through the thick of water gracefully. A shiver wracks his spine when your soft fingers trace along each jut of his vertebrae. “Indulge me.” You let your obvious seductive passion drip into each word. Now is not the time to be bashful. You’re ready to outright beg if that is what it takes.  

“Yawne…” He sighs, “I really am supposed to get this net un-”

“Forget about the damn net for a minute!” His head whips around to send you a sharp look, but it does little to sway your determination. It’s too easy to see the spark of intrigue in his eyes. “You’ve spent the last five days working, all away from me. You can spare a minute.”

Your hands naturally come to rest along his slim hips as he turns to face you fully, his larger frame towering over you and blocking the orange glow of the sun. You can’t even find it in yourself to be apprehensive or remorseful when those long fingers tilt your chin up and bring you looking directly into that unyielding gaze. Any attention is considered progress and welcomed openly. All it takes are a few strategic maneuvers and this man will be beneath your fingertips. You know it. 

“Seems like someone forgot their manners while I was away.” The cool shells along those two loose braids dangle down to your soft cheek. Lo’ak’s calm breath fans over your lips, mere centimeters away from their destination. 

“Oops.” You answer coyly, a feigned pout mixed with a shimmer of arrogance laces your features. He doesn’t stop the pads of your fingers from leisurely drawing swirling lines along his abdomen and sides. “Although I hardly think I could be blamed for such a thing.”

An innocent peck is left on his lips.

“You are the one that left after all.” Another kiss and then you’re turning away to make your retreat. 

You are barely afforded one step before being pulled back into his embrace, back now pressed against the supporting tree. His lips are on yours in an instant, heated passion and desperation swirling in every movement of his protruding tongue. Barely having fleeting moments to breathe, you return the kiss with just as much enthusiasm and ferver. 

Finally!

It takes considerable effort not to let your pride show in a devilish smirk against his lips. Lo’ak loves to consider himself the cunning clever predator in your little game of push and pull, but you can’t help but feel that you are the victorious one in this situation. 

A cinching grip around your waist is all you require as a signal to jump and wrap your legs securely around his hips. The new position finally allows some much needed friction along your core, requiring every fiber of self discipline to not immediately grind back against him. Fingers grasping at the nape of his neck, you enjoy the way your mate completely devours you whole. Every worry and hesitation finally flies out the window now that the sweet reassurance of physical intimacy soothes those nerves. 

When he finally pulls away, allowing air to reach your lungs once more, his wandering touch trails along your outer thighs. Your ankles cross and you pointedly flex to pull him closer. 

“God, I missed you, yawne.” He chuckles, nose pressed against yours. 

“Let me make it up to you.” It’s a soft plea, aided by your docile expression and doe eyed impression. It would be foolish to believe that Lo’ak buys the innocent act, but regardless he is too eager to see where this thing goes to truly care. Might as well let you be a little spitfire, he’ll be the one winning in the end either way. 

A low hum rumbles in his chest. Lo’ak allows his eyes to linger over your small frame, revel in the way it is so sweetly wrapped around him like a vice. It’s been way too long. Although he prefers to still tease and torment you a little further, he’s too hungry to let things carry on for too long. 

“You really want to make it up to me, tanhi?” A stray curl is delicately brushed from your forehead, ears twitching in response to the gentle touch. 

“Yes.” 

“Well lucky for you I know just the way.” 

There isn’t a second allowed for questioning before your world is being flipped around again and you find yourself sprawled out across the walkway. He heaves your smaller frame up onto the padded surface as if throwing another net out into the ocean, effortlessly and with confident familiarity. You half expect him to jump up and join you, scattering away to a secluded spot to finally be together, but then large hands are pulling you towards the edge till your ass almost hangs over.  

A small squeak escapes your lips as you try to understand what is happening but then the ties of your loincloth are being unknotted expertly. 

“Lo’ak wait!” You attempt to push at his working finger while whipping your head around frantically to see if anyone else has stumbled upon the two of you. This section of the village is a newer addition. It’s lined with recently built maruis meant for newly mated couples, none of them occupied yet. However, that does not deem the two of you safe from random stragglers or curious Na’vi that come to investigate the noises you are sure to make if this man keeps working you up the way he desires. Lo’ak is unswayed by your resistance, gently swatting your small fingers away in slight annoyance. 

“Not here.” Heightened awareness of your public location naturally drops your tone down into a hushed whisper. Lo’ak’s lips curl up into an amused crooked grin as he shakes his head fondly. Before you know it, he has successfully unraveled the twine material and starts to try wrestling the fabric away from your pelvis. 

“Yes here.” Comes his rebuttal. 

“But what if someone hears?” When your legs snap close to keep the fabric in place, his golden eyes snap up to your own cerulean orbs sternly. The raise of those unique eyebrows is a sure sign that you are about to walk on shaky ground. 

“Then I guess you will have to be quiet. Won’t you, sevin?” 

There is a way out of this, just one mutter of your safeword and Lo’ak is sure to bundle you back up and lead you away. The thought crosses your mind for a moment, but a lingering promise of disappointment at the end of that path advises you against it. It’s impossible to ignore the pool of heat in your gut as you come to realize the true risk of this situation. Sometimes you wonder if you have your own sex drive and logic playing for opposing teams. 

“Lo!” You whine, hands coming to cover the blooming blush across your heated face. It’s all the confirmation he requires before parting your legs and finally stripping the fabric away. 

The heat of his intent gaze upon your exposed folds seems to sear right down to your core. Even with the remnants of salt water covering your teel skin, he is sure to see the evidence of your sticky arousal seeping out. A feral grin overtakes his expression as he repositions your legs to be bent and spread properly. An unobscured view of your most intimate parts. 

He leans in to give his signature little kiss atop your button, but instead of the usual teasing peck you are instead met with a burst of warmth across your exposed parts. He wastes no time in leaving a never ending string of open mouthed kisses to the sensitive area. His tongue mimics the ministrations of your heated kiss earlier but now along your delicate pussy and it’s such a skyrocket from zero to one hundred, it takes a moment to recapture your breath. 

“Lo’ak! Wait don’t you think…ah shit! Lo, you’re gonna kill me!” You screech out, barely able to randomly dampen down the volume of your own voice. It feels as if it has been a century since the welcoming warmth of his mouth has swiped along your inner parts and the drastic change is overwhelming to say the least. Caught between trying to wrest his face away from your soaked petals and keeping your head on a swivel to look for passerbys, it’s difficult to keep your brain online. 

“Someone is going to catch us.” 

His lips finally descend from your pussy, shiny slick already visible along the cupid’s bow of his upper lip. Lo’ak uses those large hands to grip your inner thighs and spread them properly again. 

“It’s been almost a week without the taste of you, mama. Not sure how you expect me to act.” He chuckles deeply, eyes already trailing back down to your vulnerable flesh. “Besides,” A finger swipes through the cut of you, drawing another wrangled moan from your throat. “I can tell she missed me too.” 

It’s hard to say no to Lo’ak when he is in this state, so utterly pleased with himself as he draws teasing circles along your clit, his beautiful braids tied atop his head just the way you like and broad shoulders creating the perfect surface to rest your dangling legs. Logic and lust do not mix well, one always comes to outcompete the other and seeing the state that he is in after your own longings over the past few days, it seems the desire has the upperhand in this fight. 

“So, be a good girl. Keep those legs spread and let me have my breakfast.” 

You go to make some smart remark after the devious wink he sends your way but any resemblance of a planned sentence is interrupted by the heat of his mouth on you once more. Lo’ak is insatiable, skipping the common steps of warming you up and instead taking everything you have to offer as his own personal dessert. His textured tongue glides along your inner folds and swirls around the clit with flickering intensity and accelerated pressure. 

The only sounds that can be heard are that of rushing water, distant murmurs of the village waking up and Lo’ak’s absolutely feral groans as he eats you out fervently. The years of practicing his breath hold appears to come in handy as he suffocates his own face with your sweet pussy. 

While he makes no efforts to keep his groans and whines of pleasure at bay, you are slowly losing the awareness to keep yourself from doing the same. It continues at such a pace that sends tendrils of pleasure crawling up the base of your spin to the tips of your pinned ears. It feels as if bolts of lightning are gathering in your pelvis with nowhere else to go. Your cerulean eyes rangle themselves open so you can stare at the brightening sun with your head sprained backwards. It’s difficult to focus on the changing colors of Pandora's wondrous skies but it’s the only tool at your disposal as one more look at Lo’ak between your thighs is sure to bring on the impending orgasm. 

At first, he truly does focus on getting his own fill, messily devouring your unique taste until it paints his dark blue skin. However, Lo’ak seems to find a goal after a few minutes of your muted moans. And that goal is all focused on making you fall apart for him, tremble and break beneath his skilled tongue and let those pretty sounds out without apprehension or care. 

The shiny jewels of your top are flipped to the side to join your sprawled out hair as he goes to work on exploring and massaging your succulent breasts. His efforts below don’t break for an instant, finding a way to multitask between palming and exciting your tender breasts and sucking your living soul out from your pussy. 

When those skilled fingers cinch around your nipples sharply just as his lips close and suction around your bundle of nerves, it’s the pebble that breaks that stone wall. Pillowy lips part to release desperate whimpers and moans as your back arches lewdly. Somehow it’s possible to feel Lo’ak’s triumphant smirk against your core even as he continues to suction your clit expertly. The heels of your feet are already digging into his flexing shoulder blades and your fingers seem to find their own way into his bun to tug roughly, but that only spurs on a deep groan from the forest boy. 

If anything he encourages the rough play, buzzing words of approval along your pussy to keep you going. It’s a wonder that his bun doesn’t fall out after several minutes of your rough yanking. Were you in any better state of recollection you would see the strain of Lo’ak’s neck to keep his head stubbornly in place with every yank of his hair. Still, Lo’ak doesn’t show a glimmer of complaint. His eyes darken into pools of molten good, only visible through the sprawled slits of his eyes the few times he comes up for air or to admire your wreckage. 

“Oh Eywa, Lo’ak! F-feels so good, please please don’t stop!” 

“Atta girl.”

His dull nails flick at the peak of your right breast, eliciting a sharp shot of pain that melts into thrumming ecstasy. The pleasure is all consuming and hurtling you towards the cliff sooner than you would like. Lo’ak shows no signs of wanting to slow down, even as your grip on his hair tries effortlessly to yank him away. If he continues now you are sure to climax before the two of you have even begun, and the thought of not being filled by him after days apart is disheartening. 

“Wait, Lo’ak! Need you inside. Need it right now!” 

Your eyes lock, his own peering up at you as he makes a show of unfurling his tongue to lick broad stripes from your pussy to clit. The lewd scene is enough to have that familiar tension coiling in your pelvis. 

“Nu-huh, baby. Not yet. I still haven’t gotten my welcome home present.” Sparkling eyes of mischief tickle at your intuition, warning of danger ahead. 

“Lo’ak! Sir please!” Hopefully the formal addressing is enough to have him swayed to your side. “If I cum now I don’t know if-ah oh Eywa…Lo! If I will be able to cum again. W-want to cum on your cock.” 

There is a moment of reprieve when Lo’ak tenderly kisses and sucks at the plush flesh of your inner thighs. Somehow the younger brother has always had an immaculate memory of which marks were left by him. He nurses those particular spots back to a beautiful shade of purple, leaving the marks from his brother unattended. The lack of response has your wall of suspicion hoisting quickly, but Lo’ak seems to be in a good mood so you take comfort in that. If anything, you start to believe that the earlier hurt has been washed away by this physical intimacy. 

When the tips of two fingers nudge at your entrance, you let out a sigh of relief. Only a few more minutes to get you stretched properly and then he will finally seat himself inside of you. Truth be told, there seems to be hardly any need for preparatory measures. The velvety walls of your channel grip his long fingers tightly, pulsing around him incessantly. They are able to twist and scissor inside of you seamlessly, walls fitting around his shape in practiced obedience. 

A jolt of pressure stabs at your groin, but then those fingers curl to massage at your g spot. With toes curled and a scrunched face you try to hold yourself back from the edge. This effort seems almost futile when his sticky lips come to fondle with your nub once more. 

“Lo! Baby, too much! I-I’m gonna cum!” 

A soft kiss is placed directly atop your mound before that smug face is glancing up at you from below. 

“I really did miss you, mama.” The smooth brush of his voice darkens into a languid purr. 

“M-missed you too, Lo’ak! So much! Need you now.” 

The pads of his fingers press and work at that tight bundle of nerves. The building waves of your impending climax are reaching new heights and sending warning signals through your body. Already you can tell that this is about to be a powerful release, one that makes your stomach flips in somersaults. 

“God, nothing tastes as sweet as you, paskalin.” His pink tongue comes to swipe along his bottom lip, collecting the sticky substance smeared over his complexion. “You mentioned something about bringing me fruit when I returned?” It’s almost comical the way his voice morphs into a casual tone even as his fingers are knuckles deep inside of you, torturing that sweet spot. 

“Yes, I was going to bring you your-ah favorite fruits.” 

“Fuck, yawne. You are just too precious sometimes.” He chuckles, pinching your chin and swiping a finger over your parted lips. A trickle of saliva escapes your mouth and wets his thumb in the process. Lo’ak shows no objection, instead pushing his thumb past your lips to press down on your tongue. Automatically, the pink of your tongue lays flat obediently, allowing him to see your mouth clearly. “I appreciate the thought, but you know what I really want, mama?”

It’s not a rhetorical question, evident by the halt of his fingers and the way one eyebrow arches upwards. Gulping down the pooling saliva around his thumb you manage to get out a small “what?” around the digit.

Instead of a verbal response you are met with the sight of his saliva covered thumb trailing down the slope of your neck, across the valley between your breasts and drawing over every curve of your soft body until finding their destination back upon your clit. Just enough pressure is applied to bring forth another wave of white hot pleasure. Successfully, the edge of his thumb manages to slip past the clitoral hood and find home right atop that incredibly small and sensitive button of nerves. 

Jolts of lightning laces your nerves with every swipe of that teasing finger, only bringing further pleasure when accented by the other hand working to massage that bundle of nerves from the inside. It’s a measured and merciless onslaught of pleasure, trapping you with inconceivable thrills from either side. 

One look at that smug expression painting his face, and realization dawns. 

You know exactly what he wants. 

“No! Lo’ak, you know I can’t!” Your protests are smeared by the occasional shrieks and moans that endlessly cascade from your lips. The corners of his lips curve upwards. 

“Come on, mama. You and I both know you can. Just need to be a good girl and let it go for me.” His argument is further aided by simple flicks of his tongue at the bottom of your clit, between his working fingers. Pressure is already building at an alarming rate. You’ve never seen a volcano in person but you imagine this is the feeling of rising intensity that preludes such a colossal explosion.  

“Lo’ak!” Your legs shake and tremble as you try to push back against him. The squirming gets you hardly any relief as the effects of such pleasure seem to already have been draining your body of its energy. 

“Safeword if you need to. Otherwise, I will assume you’re just being pouty with me.” Lo’ak warns before returning to the onslaught upon your cunt. 

You consider his words for a moment, checking yourself to see if this is really your breaking point, but the idea of stopping now strikes a lash of fear through you. Surely the only way to get through this is power forward and find the precipice of pleasure on the other side. Stopping now would only leave you with a sore cunt and shaking limbs, nothing in comparison to the satisfaction that awaits you. Besides, you trust Lo’ak. He would never intentionally harm you, he’s proven that time and time again. So your lips clamp shut along with your eyes as your body squirms along the woven surface. 

“That’s it, mama. Just let it happen. Fuck, look at how pretty your pussy is like this.” He revels in the squelching sound that accompanies his sliding and curling fingers. The heat of your blush radiates from your in waves with the thick haze of your arousal. It causes his nostrils to flare in order to accommodate more of that sweet scent. It’s driving him up the wall, watching you squirm, whine, and clench around him in the middle of the walkway for anyone to see. Even beneath the slightly chilled salt water, he can feel his dick bursting to break free from the confines of his restricting loincloth. 

Not yet.

There will be time for that soon, but right now he is focused on getting what he came for. 

He can sense the trepidation rolling off of you in waves, even from the clench of your closing legs it’s obvious to see that you are fighting this. 

“C-can’t!” 

“You can and will. I’ll make sure of it.” The forest boy promises. “It’s all in your head, yawne. Just a little mental block you need to break through.” It takes wrestling his broad shoulder between your thighs to pry them open once more. 

“But-”

“Don’t you wanna make it up to me, mama?” The ascent of kisses along your inner thighs is revived once more, plush kisses alternating between heated words of praise and encouragement. “Can’t get enough of you. Five days is way too long, little one. I need a treat.” 

It’s obvious from the way your hips bucks and strangled screeches catch in your throat that you are on the precipice. So close to finally getting what he wants, Lo’ak doubles down on his efforts. Soothing drawls of promises and praise flow from his lips without thought. The little kitten licks he leaves under his working thumb gives him just enough of a sample of the sweet juices he hopes to receive soon. Motivation fueling him forward, Lo’ak massages at that bundle of nerves from both sides until you are trying to kick him away. 

The pleasure is so all consuming that it almost hurts. It feels as if your body may simply shatter into pieces at any moment. 

“I know what you need, mama.” Lo’ak gently guides your kuru braid to the end of the path. Eyes snapping open, a wanton moan leaves your lips as a wordless plea to continue. Begging is unnecessary because Lo’ak manages to swing his own braid over his shoulder and connect the tendrils without delay. 

The instant connection gives you something to fall back onto, something familiar and comforting in this depth of uncharted territory. The bond purrs with pleasure from both sides, but it’s his building anticipation and desire thrumming through the mental connection that has your self control disintegrating. 

Suddenly, without your volition or permission, the muscles in your pelvis tighten and an alarming sense of impending need for release surfaces. You try to cry out and warn him, sputtering some nonsense about needing to pee but Lo’ak hushes those concerns away, drawing on and on about just letting go. It’s not a choice, not a sensation that is in your control. Those spasming muscles tighten until a stream of your juices is squirting outwards. 

Back arched and body tensed, electricity flows through your veins in the form of pure ecstasy, so demanding that it threatens to block out your vision with phantom stars. Lo’ak wastes no time in swooping in. He catches every squirt from your spasming pussy with a undetained urgency. The deep groans and whines that vibrate from his chest almost slide under the radar from your penetrating screams drawing them out. He suckles and feasts on you like a starved man finally offered the luxury of a five star dessert. 

The tips of your nails are digging into his scalp and untwisting his carefully prepared topknot. Lo’ak is too focused on drinking in every ounce of sweet juice squirting from you to care about the fallen hairstyle. He groans and slurps up the addicting juices until broken cries fall from your lips and the stream ends. 

“Thank you, mama” He groans, taking out his fingers and cleaning your drenched pussy thoroughly with his tongue. The weight of your body weighs heavy on you. It’s too much to consider rolling away to protect your sensitive core. 

When he finally takes a breath, lifting his head to lick his fingers, he finds your gaze misted over with a thick haze. He studies the way your soft form is slack and sprawled across the walkway, not the twinkling of a thought present in your beautiful ocean blue eyes. The sun has now risen to paint the village in rays of gold. They dance across your form perfectly, bringing out every beautiful curve that has haunted Lo’ak’s wet dreams for the entirety of the excursion. 

“Such a good girl, baby.” Your overwhelming pleasure still drones over tshayelu and leaves his own cock twitching, but there is an undertone of deep seated trust woven there. You’ve given in and given yourself over. With your luscious curls splayed around your head like a halo, Lo’ak is sure he has never seen a more beautiful sight. 

“Lo…” 

“I know, mama. God I love you so fucking much!” He can’t hold himself back from kissing and exploring every inch of your body. His hands wander greedily to grope and take in every curve of plush flesh and smooth skin painted with those beautiful scribble of stripes. Every inch of explored skin brings you further and further off the edge until you are back in his arms with shaky legs loosely wrapped around his waist. 

“L-love you too, Lo’ak.” His neck is a safe place to rest your heated face. “So much.” 

The night is far from over, his bulge pressing against your stomach still stirs to your remembrance his promise, but he lets the moment sway and settle for a while longer. You're completely pliant and soft in his arms as he cradles you. The soothing pheromones that draft from him are enough to finally set your muscles at ease. Words are hardly needed as you can feel the radiating satisfaction and pride that flows from his end of the bond. 

Proud of himself?

Proud of how he can tear you apart and piece you back together?

Perhaps, but the most overwhelming sentiment that travels is the pride that he feels for you. For the steps you’ve taken today. 

This is the first time you’ve ever squirted, although it has been a goal of the Sully brothers for quite some time now. For the longest time it didn’t seem in the cards for you. Even with their dual efforts, you had never been able to get past that mental block. 

That is…until now. 

Lo’ak takes the bulk of your weight as your legs are doing close to nothing around his waist in this condition. He makes a show of licking his lips and humming in delight, even when you sheepishly hide your face against his neck in response. Strength is finally beginning to seep back into your countenance even as your mind remains offline. The only subjects flashing across the forefront of your mind are the sweet traces of his touch and thrum of satisfaction rippling across the bond. 

It isn't long before more of that sweet honey is gathering between your legs and leaking onto his loincloth. You rut up against him. The silent plea to feel him inside does not go unnoticed. 

You’re startled by a sudden chuckle from Lo’ak. Blinking up at him you recognize that shit-eating grin showing off his smug attitude. 

“What?”

“Just wait till Neteyam finds out.” He laughs with glee as you gasp, weakly trying to hit his chest.

“Don’t you dare!” 

He neither promises to keep it a secret or spare his brother from the knowledge of this milestone belonging to him, but every trace of contention is clear. His disastrous return has been overshadowed by this golden memory. 

As always, I would love to hear y'all's feedback and thoughts <3

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[s1x-foot-deep]

@crtvirus ok i know this isnt exactly what u asked & i did absolutely LOVE the designs for monster falls back in the day but even so i didnt vibe with them entirely SO!!! i wanted to make my own "monster" designs <3

both stans are Grotesques, different types technically. their parents were a gargoyle and centaur, and shermie was a centaur

dipper and mabel's parents are a centaur and some type of fae. mabel IS semi-magical but its not controlled, and very minimal as the twins take after their centaur parent

pacifica is a wingless gryphon/griffin/griffon, and being wingless is a sore spot for her

wendy is an axehandle hound! & all her family are different Fearsome Critters. soos is a sasquatch cuz i wanted him to be & that way he can stay relatively the same. hes already perfect just as he is<3

ideas not in this post for other characters: gideon has a monster parasite controlling him under all that hair(like a headcrab kind of), robbie i think would be similar to The Rake in shape if u remember that creepypasta, & i think mcgucket could be a werewolf for the symbolism of losing ones self & also cuz i want him to be a werewolf. i can do anything forever

[missamyrisa2]

The year-end tease gauntlet ~<3

Based on notes, these are the top 10 posts from my tumblr this year. It's kind of perfect how they dovetail and I dareeee you to read through it allll~<3 Happy new year darlings. You're all sooo soo beautiful and amazing and I can't wait to tease you allll so much more in 2025.

1~ when a tickler gives the yeahhh that's what I thought smirk ~

2~ You're not ticklish

3~ If you blush easily, you are instantly 100% more tickleable. Sorry I don't make the rules ~

4~ makeout sessions in the middle of a tickle session ~

5~ the tickle session mid care of fixing the ticklee’s hair and fixing their clothes and telling them to breathe and tracing their giggly face while murmuring about their cuteness and how fun they are ~ before tickling them to bits all over again~<3 6~ unbound gang tickling so whenever you gather the strength to try and get away one of them can chuckle tauntingly and “oh oh oh oh where ya going? Where do you think you’re going huh?” and throw your wiggly self back into the pile of wiggling fingers and fluffy tools and buzzy wands~ “we’re not done with you yet cutie pie~”

7~ tickling is so built for the praise kink, like there’s no other physical action that makes you squirmy and bashful and self aware like tickling and it’s three forms of praise rolled into a non-verbal action ~ when I tickle you it’s me saying you’re cute and also it’s me saying I love your body and lastly it’s me expressing how much I love the sounds you make and I want more of it all, I want more of youuuu and I’m going to sip it allll from youuuu ~ and on top of it all, I’m going to relentlessly sayyyyyy thingssss about how you’re my adorable cute gorgeous sweetheart with an irresistible aura that draws me in like a magnet and I can’t not tickle your perfectly sensitive bodyyyy with allll those delectable spots and noisemaker buttons foreverrrrr ~<3

8~ face down with a treatment which is equal measures merciless side tickles, gentle back ticklies, and adoring hairplay~ likeeee justt mmhhh ~ brush and braid my hair then tickle my sides until I can’t speak and then trace designs on my back while I squeak out babbling overloaded nonsense~~<3

9~ Wakey wakey~ You find yourself struggling on the curiously shaped padded white exam table which slopes downward from your head ~ the thick straps keep your arms forward your waist is similarly held snug, your legs are gently spread with enough wiggle room to kick nervously ~ particularly as the hum of machinery starts and viewing panels open from all sides high above. Shadowy figures seen glaring down at your plight are joined by the glowering red lights of observation equipment winking to life all around ~ your protests and squeaks echo around the sanitized room, the humming becomes a buzz as you sense the presence of something heavy and imposing approaching your legs~

You can kick all you like, the machinery can’t be deterred as it deploys padded probes to the backs of your legs and begins stimulating with tickly tingly vibrations. Activity rises in the observation deck and the equipment feeds on your reactions, every noise and twitch and struggle is captured and analyzed ~ you can almost see the line of data pulsing through the equipment as every big reaction causes the machine to recalibrate and further massage on your most sensitive spots behind your knees and up the backs of your thighs ~ annnd up to your tush, humming and stimulating your booty to its satisfaction~

Your squeaks turn to giggles and gasps, the relentless machinery cataloging your body and coaxing it of all the sensitive secrets. You feel spent and worked over, probed and defeated ~ and yettt ~ the treatment is only starting. The machinery surges in energy, the probes attach to the backs of your thighs and tush cheeks in strategic locations. With a gentle push they hold you taut, hold your cheeks gently apart ~ as the machine spools up its routine and the sound of spinning orbital buffers fills the room. Their progress is temporarily delayed by a swarm of mechanical hands, clicking as they flex their fingers and work hurriedly to spray your rear quarters with a cleansing solution. Others follow behind with soft wipes, working away the imperfections. This attention, mechanical or not, puts you into a fury of blush and gasps ~ and it does not go unnoticed.

You glance back and see them approach. Your protests and pleads fall on nonexistent sound receptors. The machine cannot be bargained with. The observers above certainly hear your begs as the soft whirling surfaces are approaching your twitchy sensitive spots, and note each one. Soft motorized fluff invades the curves of your back legs, buffing in lines to maximize your stimulation. Two more join them, deployed at the curves under your buttcheeks. From your vantage point they are a blur of green but you absolutely feel every soft fiber as it is whipped over your skin, barely touching yet drawing out so much sensation ~ and giggles.

With a whine, another piece of equipment deploys. You shriek uselessly seeing the wheel approaching with a buzz. Each spoke sprouts a feather of soft stiffness, and the circle begins turning slowly as it is brought closer and closer between your legs. At first it’s the tiniest breeze, teasing at your honey spot and royal area and edges of your tush cheeks. You think you can handle it, maybe even find it a good distraction from the buffers as they polish around your legs and behind your knees now. But then it grows closer. The breeze becomes a slowly growing itch, a little ember of want. Every feather slides down and caresses between your cheeks, over your hole and downward. That slow path quickly becomes worn in with gigglish sensation~

You get the slightest respite between feathers, but their time tickling at your line of ticklishness grows. The wheel is now slowing slightly each time a feather makes contact, then picks up speed after it passes your royal area. The adjustments are slight but they draw out your ticklish agony so much. The activity above rises. Eyes are stuck to glass, notes are taken rapidly. The equipment is burning hotly trying to consume all your data.

And then the wheel reverses~

You scream out in desperate wanting needing laughs. The feathers caress one after another after another, touching your royal area with the slightest slap before passing you to the next. The kiss at your honeyspot becomes an explosion of tickles. The wheel never stops turning. The buffers taunt and work to engage with skipping motions between each feather touch so that you are constantly passed back and forth from sensations. You want it so badly, you want that release. More buffers add to your desperation, their fluff invading under your toes and along your soles. Your muscles ache, your royal areas throb. Your whimpers only seem to encourage the operators, as you can start to recognize the motions above precipitating another surge of machine activity.

When your mewling overtakes your giggles, the wheel pulls back to give the taunting breeze so the buffers can work around your cheeks and small of your back and even sneak at your hips to make you buck and laugh. When your laughs become high pitched and silly, the orbital discs slow and the wheel engages at full contact to make you moan and giggle and yelp for more.

And more you get ~ as with a flurry of motion in the observation deck followed by what appeared to be a minor debate, the room trembles and through a complex set of mechanical squirms and shrieks, you find yourself flipped over, facing skyward under brightening observation lights. Strapped down tightly, legs gently spread, the wheel soon approaches once more surrounded on all sides by snaking orbital buffers ~ and a burst of newcomers, their intense blue-white lights igniting as they buzz furiously like a swarm of bees. Tiny spotlights illuminate under your arms, around your tummy, in your navel, along your neck, over your chest buttons, on your hip dips, and between your toes. The vibrating tools begin their humming inquisition as if questioning your hot spots with their tips right as the buffers make strides across your longer tickle zones - sides, ribs, arms, legs, and thighs. And that wheel, that wicked wicked wheel, extends its feathers once more and begins the endless caress over your royal area.

You want the ticklecum so bad~

and can only hope it’s on the menu today~

10~ the hottest thing you can do is be irrevocably ticklish

oh hey you’re already doing it

well how about that

[muttwired]

psst... hyena sona.

ive become soo so intrigued by the idea of animal hrt recently. i drew and wrote the process/results of what humanization removal therapy would look like on a hyena girl. shes drawn as a representation of myself (hence the glasses and hair) and is meant to show the later process of it.

information under the cut

in the beginning, she'd start growing her fur first. it wouldn't hurt too much, it would start to get really itchy. her fur grows in dark without any spots. as she transforms, her fur lightens as it thickens and grows in extra layers. her spots would come in last.

her ears start to change into a larger, more rounded shape. it eventually grows a layer of fur later in the process. at the same rate, her tail grows as well. her tailbone expands and grows above her rear, this is an excruciating process along with the growth of her ears. the tail later grows fur and develops a tassel at the end.

her face starts to change shape as well. her nose and mouth form into a snout and stretch from her face into a broader shape. her face shape is lean and grows tufts of fur to keep herself warm and maintain her body heat. she also starts a very painful teething process, similar to a cub. she has tendencies to gnaw on stuff until her teeth sharpen, growing way longer than regular human teeth.

later in the process, her knees bend further forward. they are disproportionately short compared to the rest of her body. her upper body starts to grow more hunched for a stronger neck and shoulders for dismembering her prey.

as she starts hrt, she has more natural instincts to scavenge and hunt. she grows a bit restless to move around way more and has a shorter attention span, as most hyenas do. she eats way more than she usually does as a human as her stomach grows larger. hyenas often eat whatever they can find to fit themselves, though as a hybrid she has an urge to eat whatever she sees in an instinctual way but also with access to food. this causes her to put on more weight.

she loves all food, even food she couldn't eat as a human such as bones. her nose is also extremely good at smelling, which she takes a bit to get situated with as it becomes more sensitive to scents. she doesn't like candles as much as she did as they're way too strong for her senses.

she grows a bit taller too as female hyenas are larger than males. spotted hyenas on average are extremely large as well. as female spotted hyenas carry a pseudopenis, hrt starts bottom growth on her with an enlarged clitoris.

[bunnypeew]

Claws - Alastor x Lucifer NSFW

cw: Alastor top, Lucifer bottom, biting

soo I have seen a lot of appleradio stuff recently so,,, i decided to write a little something about them and it includes Al long ass claws hell yah enjoy the reading!!

it was a rainy hot summer day outside, and almost all the hotel residents were inside chilling, that included the staff. Angel and Husk were attending the bar and having some evening drinks, Vaggie and Charlie were in their room as the same as Alastor and Lucifer.

Lucifer was at hi table creating some new projects, while Alastor was lying in bed reading a book. It was getting awfully late tho and Al was trying to get Luci off the workbench in every way, but he would just say “five more minutes my love,, this pissed him off quite a lot, so he thought to do something else. He usually wasn’t the one engaging in sexual stuff but sometimes he just couldn’t help it especially when he was in a rut, now today it wasn’t the case he just wanted to get Lucifer to get to bed, his long claws threatening to rip out his work shirt, going under the brim of the shirt underneath and scratching at Lucifer tummy. This made him stop completely and drop his brush on the table, which rolled away and fell off it, his head snapped around to look at his partner only to be returned with a smug look and that huge teethy smile from him, Luci chuckled and put his hand on Al’s

“what are you doing love,,

Lucifer said looking him in the eyes, Al instead went in the crook of his neck and released hot air on it making Luci shiver

“trying to get you to bed mon cher,,

“well that isn’t gonna work like you wanted sadly,,

he said then looked down at his crotch, he was already hard just from a soft touch and air on his neck, he had very sensitive skin so it was very normal for him to be bothered, but not like this. Alastor looked down too, moving his hand down now towards his crotch and stroked softly, at the same time he started biting him on the neck. Lucifer groaned out loud, spreading his legs open and putting a hand on his mouth as to stop him from moaning, it wasn’t helping at all, you could hear him whimper very clearly and this was music to Al ears. He kept of rubbing there until you could see a little bit of a wet spot from the precum form that Al was satisfied and completely stopped touching him, going back to his place in the bed, this left Lucifer flabbergasted, snapping his neck towards now laid down Alastor

“what. the. fuck. Al.,,

and he was back to reading his book completely ignoring that Lucifer was literally hot and bothered on his work chair, with that said angel got up from the desk and stopped his way to their bed and looked at Alastor with a stupid mad look on his face.

“you’re gonna do something about this, and you’re gonna do something NOW.,,

he said throwing the blanket off of Alastor legs only to reveal he had a boner too, he was always good at hiding when stuff like this happened but Luci was being a little brat and bothering him even in bed which he wasn’t expecting. Lucifer grinned at what he saw and climbed to sit on his lap, pushing the book down from his view, he defiantly wasn’t reading now.

Alastor head snapped away as to not look at Lucifer but the last one took his hand putting it on his chin to make him turn and look at him, he wasn’t the only hot and bothered one anymore, Al was ready to mate and Luci could feel it from how hard he was pulsating under him and also from his aggravated breathing, his tail was probably swinging from side to side too, too bad he was laying on his butt Luci would have loved to see that display.

“what.,,

“come on bambi you know what,,

Lucifer said now rocking back and forth on his lap as to make him grab him, that did happen after a few seconds Alastor’s claws were digging into the soft white, slightly golden skin, of Luci thighs since he had already taken off his pants now only on his boxers, as Al looked down he could see perfectly the shape of his cock, this made Alastor buck his hips up making Lucifer moan ever so softly, he then went rouge and flipped Luci over taking of his boxers then his own pants ready to thrust is way into Lucifer.

His claws were digging into the side of hips almost making him bleed, he pulled out his tongue and spilled some saliva into the entering to use it for lube then went in with one nasty thrust, making Lucifer moan very loudly, one of his hands flew to hold Alastor leg as to keep him to going to hard, that didn’t work. Don’t get him wrong Lucifer loved when Alastor would go rough on him but sometimes when he was in his rut season he could be really rough, or when he was mad so probably right now. With every thrust his claws were digging further in making his golden blood spill out, he licked it off his hip right away, this made Lucifer moan out his name, Alastor pushed himself in front putting his arms were Lucifer’s were, this gave him the chance to bite him on his forearm, making his blood spill too, Al wasn’t bothered at all and kept thrusting his cock into the little brat until he cummed into him with one very loud groan from his side.

he flopped on Lucifer and sighed, his tail was swinging just as Luci thought, the angel turned himself around and put his arms around Alastor’s neck kissing him on the lips, then went to bite him on the neck gently

OKAY I LOVED WRITING THIS I LOVE RADDIOAPPLE SO MUCH FHCFFKNFFU ANYWAY HOPE YOU ENJOYED!!!

[kiricuyo]

m feelin suuuuper puppyish and ceo!sugu is makin my head all dizzy rn soo😵‍💫nsfw under the cut :3 unedited tho guys…

ceo!suguru who’s never had interest n things like relationships or sex. he doesn’t find such things as…useful in his life. it’s js work and work and more work!

ceo!suguru who throws those ideals away as soon as he meets you. his eyes only trail you anytime you’re near him. your sweet little jeans hugging your ass so good, the way you beam at him…almost as if you were a little puppy.

ceo!suguru who strokes his cock raw to the thought of you, tongue lolling out of his mouth in pleasure. he doesn’t even remember how he got naked!

Suguru gently trailed his finger around the tip of his cock, lip caught between his teeth as he keeps quiet in his little office space. He couldn’t risk you, his cute little assistant, to walk in and see him in such light. But, the thought also turned him on.

“Mng…fuck, please..,” he whined out a little too loudly as the squelches of his hand rubbing his cock echoed in the office. Being quiet was no longer on his mind. All he wanted was you. Standing up, he gently pressed his finger on the phone on his desk; ringing you up. “Yes…I’m in need of your assistance.” he said, not stopping the ministrations on his dick.

Once you closed Suguru’s office door closed behind you, you found yourself stripped naked and bent over his desk. He wanted you. He needed you. And now, he had you. He was going to savor every inch of you. “May I?,” he asked, eyes trailing up your naked frame; his mouth hovering over your own hardening cock.

After receiving a nod from you, he went to town. He ran his tongue up the base of your dick slowly, eyes rolling back as he took in every smell, taste, and feeling on his tongue. But you…oh, you. You couldn’t even keep your eyes open from the feeling. You’d never felt like this and oh fuck, you loved it.

Getting impatient, he raised his head before slowly sliding a lube-covered finger into your hole. His fingers were so long and you could only take so much before you could barely find the strength to say anything to him.

“S-Sugu..!,” you moaned out, back arching off the desk as his finger pressed against the gummy spot inside you. You needed him in you bad, even if he tore you in half. “Need you in my tummy, Sugu…” Using your puppy eyes, you knew he’d give in.

And that’s how you two got here! Him slamming his hips down against yours as you lay there with drool slipping down your chin. Your pleas and begs went unheard as he made sure you remembered the very shape of him. “Yeah, bitch,” he started, leaning down to brush his lips against your ear. “You like this shit? ‘Course you do.” He chuckled, angling his hips to hit your prostate dead on.

Every thrust on your prostate only made you louder the closer you got. Your knuckles turning a darker shade of red in contrast with your dark skin as you gripped onto his desk tightly. Dreads facing every which way once you hit your high, eyes rolling back and a silent moan falling from your lips.

With a groan, Suguru came with you; filling your hole with pump after pump of his cum. He gently grabbed your jaw to pull you up, placing his lips against yours in a gentle but rough kiss.

He was definitely going to take you home with him and spoil you some more.

mnnn sugu has me in a hold omfgggg…like pound my boypussy😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

[scuderiaspringsteen]

for the reverse unpopular opinion i WOULD ask u to do lando but i fear u would kill our friendship on the spot 😔 give me some maxiel and george opinions instead thank u

lane we have been through various rpf trenches together even your lando enjoyerism couldn't kiill our friendship. so for you only i will try.....

i like that's he's a very heart on your sleeve type of guy, not to say he doesn't play the pr game but for whatever reason he's not great at masking his emotions and in a way i admire that, especially considering the number of eyes on him. uhhhh. his friendship with max is cute and as it gets more rancid i will enjoy that as well but like. kitten friends they're fun together !!

okay so i deliberately did not go down the maxiel rabbit hole when i got into f1 and i said it was bc i didn't care about daniel but probably it was actually bc i'd have too many feelings bc. auuugh. daniel probably shaped so much of how max experienced the world of f1 and has definitely influenced the adult he's grown to become. they put a baby in an f1 car and daniel could have been a dick or just like apathetic !! but he took max under his wing he took care of him and showed him how to let loose a little and have fun all while max killed his wdc hopes. god. insane. and somehow. even after he left when max wanted him to stay. THEY STAYED FRIENDS. DO YOU SEE THIS MY GOD. THEY STILL CALL YOU DANIEL. aaauuauauugh. i have still refrained from actually getting too deep into the lore of it all but even in a broad sense it makes me wanna throw up and this past weekend has made it soo much worse bc like. not to veer of course but yeah probably daniel's time has come but they could have done it in a nice and dignified and kind way and instead they're taking him out back and shooting him and putting him in a box so he becomes schrodinger's driver - is he dead or not you can never know !!!

anyways. sorry. maxiel love the mentor and first friend aspects of it !! he showed him you can win and have a life outside it all !!!!

okay now for my absolute fave george !!! that's my guy my weird little british man my yabbadabbadoo-er. for one, as someone interested in sociolinguistics and specifically accent and class he fascinates me to no end !! but mostly i think people tend to view him as a pushover or whatever but he's really the opposite. he's got that dawg in him it might whimper every know and then but it's going for your ankles and it's not stopping anytime soon. he clearly wants to be liked and it's a blow to him when he isn't but he stays silly with it AND he's not letting that get in the way of racing ever and will absolutely give his all like i think he can get pretty self sacrificial with it. he's also so incredibly loyal like everything with alex and the williams seat makes me insane, and it's clear that he's very principled and sticks to his views which i admire. also as a fellow powerpoint and spreadsheet enthusiast he's like a kindred spirit to me <3

[videogamelover99]

[Gravity Falls] Waking Days Ch. 9: Confrontation

Summary: Bill Cipher is reborn, but not in the way he would have wanted. Stuck as a mortal and relying on those who brought his downfall, he realizes that maybe he didn't lie as hard as he should have. [AO3 Link] Characters: Bill Cipher, Mabel Pines, Dipper Pines, Stanford Pines, Stanley Pines, Jheselbraum the Unswerving, The Axolotl Pairings: past BillFord Rating: T

The flash had been blinding, and once it cleared, everyone in its vicinity had vanished.

Coming out of the pet shop with a newly adopted axolotl sitting snugly in a tank under his arm, Dipper took approximately 30 seconds to start panicking. He saw Stan, looking just as bewildered as Dipper, and ran toward him. “Oh man, what was that?! What do we do?”

“Uh.” Stan leaned over to pick up something from the floor. It looked like a small, heart-shaped golden locket. Stan turned the locket over, knocked on it a few times, and tried to bend it with his teeth. “Yup. This sure is real gold, alright.”

“How is that gonna help us? Everyone just got sucked into a wormhole or, or-”

“Look, not that I’m not an expert on family members getting sucked into weird portals…” Stan made a face. “That was funnier in my head. But whatever's left of ‘em is this thing, which makes me think it’s not just a great thing to pawn off back at the shop.”

Dipper gently put down the axolotl tank and took the locket, turning it over in his hands. It was smooth, apparently real solid gold, and about the size of a cherry. Dipper tried to open it, but it wouldn’t budge, the seam shut tight. Dipper shook it. Nothing rattled. He was about to try to take Stan’s advice and bite it when his thumb brushed over a rough patch on its otherwise smooth surface. He squinted at incredibly tiny writing on the side near the hinge. “Wait, look at this. ‘Property of the Love God. XOXO. DO NOT STEAL’.”

“Love God, isn’t that some weirdo that showed up to that music festival the kids love so much?”

“Yeah,” said Dipper. “He was also an actual god. I think if we find him, we might find what happened to Grunkle Ford and Mabel and…everyone.”

“Sure, finding a god. How hard could that be?" Stan finally noticed the tank near Dipper’s feet. “What’s with the weird pet? We got enough problems in the house."

“He’s, uh…” Trying to explain Bill's riddle to Stan would be worse than pulling teeth. At least a dentist wouldn't feel like an idiot for doing his job. "A clue?”

“Right,” said Stan, not daring to pry into it any longer. “You take the lead on this one, kid. Why does it feel like I’m forgetting something?”

“Hey guys!” They turned to see Soos running up to them, juggling four hot dogs in between his fingers. “You would not believe what’s up with that hot dog vendor. He told like, the craziest story…Hey, where’d everybody go?”

—

The first thing Ford felt upon waking up was a headache. The second thing was that the ground under him was soft, too soft for them to still be at the mall. He sat up, rubbing his head, and realized he’d lost his glasses. Luckily, he had several pairs hidden on his person for this very occasion.

He popped on a new pair of glasses and looked around.

The ground under him turned out to be a plush, velvet couch of a subtle shade of pink. He was in some sort of wide, cavern-like room, with off-white walls, candles floating under the spacious ceiling, and lacy pink curtains hanging over the windows. White tiles lined the floor, so spotless he could see his reflection. In the center of the room emerged a white marble fountain, spewing out curtains of water around the figure of a baby-like creature with a bow and arrow. The arrows were tipped with little hearts.

A cherub.

Ford was starting to put together where he’d ended up. And it didn’t look great.

He spotted Nora and Melody on a similar couch a few feet away, just beginning to stir from the slumber they’d been put under. On the other side lay the man who’d called himself a wizard, curled up around his suitcase.

Beside him, that infernal voice spoke: “Ow…”

Bill sat up next to him. He rubbed his eyes and squinted against the brightness of the chamber. “What-” His eyes found Ford’s and he opened his mouth, no doubt to make another horrible comment when he noticed the fountain in the middle of the room. “Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me.”

Ford ignored him, searching for his niece. She seemed to be waking up as well, her head propped on the foot of the couch. Ford knelt next to her and looked her over. “Woah,” she said, looking around the room in wonder.

Ford couldn’t blame her dazed expression. He could feel the air brimming with magic, not unlike the feeling just after taking a shot of cosmic sand. “You’re not hurt?”

Mabel shook her head. “Where are we?”

“What a lovely question!” A voice said from above. Ford looked up.

It was a woman, or at least, Ford was pretty sure it was a woman, but in his thirty years of traveling the multiverse, he had learned that it was always better to ask. She was small, almost as short as Mabel, wearing a beautiful baby-pink suit and heels. Her large blue eyes peeked through a pair of stylish cat-eye glasses. She held a clipboard in her hands as she hovered above their heads, a pair of white, fluffy wings beating in unison, too small to keep her above ground by any reasonable measure of physics.

“You, my dear, are in the Love Goddess’s Center of Relationship Rehabilitation! We pride ourselves in helping couples, friends, family, and mortal enemies to find honest communication and mutual understanding! My name is Hermaphroditus (all pronouns are welcome!), and I will be your host!” She said it like she was reading a well-rehearsed script. “Now, before we start, there are some guidelines I’d like to establish. First!”

“Um, excuse me-,” Melody spoke up.

“-No physical, quantum or magical weaponry of any kind! If you have any weapons currently on you, please deposit them in the lobby, into the designated receptacle.” A white plastic bin with a caution sign on the front materialized beneath her. “Usually, this isn’t much of an issue…” She pulled out a small, transparent device, about the size and shape of a portable phone, and scanned them one by one before her eyes landed on Ford. “...Sir, why do you have an arsenal of interdimensional weaponry on your person?”

Ford had the sense to feel a little embarrassed to have gone bowling with a 100-kilowatt laser pistol under his coat if it wasn’t a force of habit. “I have only what’s necessary.”

He expected a smart-ass comment from Bill. Instead, Bill sat down and started untying his shoe.

“Actually, we’re-” Melody began, only to be cut off again.

“No matter!” The cherub snapped her fingers and the gun at Ford’s side vanished instantly. And so did the knife in his boot. And the magnet gun. And the spare quantum grenade. All the weapons materialized inside the plastic bin, only for the bin to also vanish in a blast of pink smoke. Ford fought the urge to grasp at his empty holster. “Please follow the instructions before you enter the facility! Now, rule number two: always keep your hands and feet inside the external barrier, especially during the trials! Seriously, we’ve had too many accidents and none of them looked pretty. Third, you must always- Agk!” Hermaphroditus dropped the clipboard as a size 10 shoe hit her square on the forehead, skewing her glasses.

Bill cackled.

The cherub straightened her glasses and glared daggers at Bill. “Sir, refrain-”

Bill cut her off. “Alright, Bird-brain, listen up! I don’t care about whatever lousy speech your mommy prepared for you because I’m not supposed to be here! Someone-” He shot a look at Nora. “Got me roped in all of this, and I want out.”

Hermaphroditus looked confused. “Not supposed to be here?”

Ford cleared his throat. “Actually, none of us are. You see, that man over there-” He pointed at Excelsior, who was just beginning to stir- “Transported us here against our will. This is all a misunderstanding.”

“Misunderstanding?”

“Yes?”

The woman blinked at him once, twice, then darted to the ground, picked up her clipboard and started shuffling through the pages. “Aha. ‘If a guest goes back on their contract halfway through the session-’”

Bill started pulling off his other shoe.

“But we didn’t agree to anything!” Mabel said. “It was all that guy! He was being a total creep to Melody!”

Melody smiled politely and didn’t say a word. She looked like she wanted to fall through the floor and disappear.

The cherub looked up from her clipboard. Now she seemed strangely nervous, which made Ford feel uneasy.

“I see…” she said. “One moment please.”

Then she POOFED out of existence in a cloud of pink smoke.

“It looks like we’ll be stuck here for quite a while,” said Ford.

Bill groaned and went to hunt for his missing shoe. Ford hoped it fell into the fountain.

“Oh, I know!” said Mabel. “Let’s all take turns telling each other weird stories, that works great to pass the time!”

“Great idea, I’ll start!” Bill seemed to have found his, unfortunately dry, shoe, and shoved it back onto his foot, fumbling with the laces. “There was a time Sixer-”

Before Ford could march over there and pummel him for daring to say anything possibly compromising to his niece, someone else beat him to it. Bill squawked and jumped back as a fist almost collided with his face.

Excelsior the Wizard stood in front of Bill, hands balled into fists. “You ruined everything!”

—

Deep in the Love Goddess’s Center of Relationship Rehabilitation, in a dimension very different from our own, was the center office. Hermaphroditus scrambled behind the door, panicking, and hurried across a long, silver bridge to the circular podium in the center.

As they crossed the bridge, dozens of fountains sprung up behind them on either side, following their path. They always thought it was a little extra, but the first rookie mistake one makes on the job was criticizing one’s boss.

Especially if said boss also happens to be their mother.

In the center of the platform, framed by a shimmering waterfall that cascaded from the ceiling, in a golden throne sat the most beautiful woman in ten thousand dimensions.

Numerous floating displays surrounded the Love Goddess, casing a faint magical glow over her features. She hummed something under her breath as she adjusted a dial on one of the displays.

Hermaphroditus cleared their throat.

The Goddess blinked up from her screen. “What is it, dear?”

“We might have a problem.”

—

“Woah, woah, woah!” Bill backed away quickly, raising his hands in front of his face.

Mabel watched as Excelsior the Wizard swung another punch, only to barely miss as Bill ducked out of the way. The man lunged at Bill, only to trip over his own coattails. He quickly recovered, tossing his coat over his shoulder. “This was supposed to be my chance! You weren’t supposed to be here! None of you were!”

Bill backed up until his legs hit the fountain. “That ain’t exactly my problem, pal!”

The Wizard guy lunged at Bill. The demon ducked out of the way, and the man’s momentum carried him face-first into the fountain, sending several gallons of water over the edge.

Mabel couldn’t help but giggle. Excelsior sat up and coughed up water. The spray from the top of the marble statue trickled down the top of his head.

Melody stepped forward. “Lukas…”

“You think this is funny?!” Excelsior raged, glaring at Mabel.

Ford took a step forward, putting a hand on her shoulder. “That’s enough. I don’t know what you were planning to-”

But Excelsior jumped out of the fountain and ran for his suitcase. He flung it open, and pulled out his magic wand.

He aimed the wand at Mabel and Ford tried to push her out of the way.

The wand…fizzled out in a handful of sparkles. Excelsior stared at it, uncomprehending.

“That does not work here,” said Nora, walking over calmly to stand next to them. “Neither does any other magic item. It’s a constructed dimension, the only magic that’s permitted is its own. But again, what do I know? I’m just a mediocre, wanna-be magician.”

Realizing he had nothing he could use against them, the man looked between the five of them in humiliated horror. Melody avoided his gaze, staring at the ground.

“I’ll be taking this,” said Ford, and ripped the wand and suitcase out of his hands.

They assembled a little bit away from the wizard in a makeshift huddle.

“We need to get out of here,” said Melody.

“Why are we discussing this with him?” Ford snapped.

“I’m stuck here just like the rest of you!” Bill snapped. “I get it, your favorite pastime is inventing scenarios where you thwart my ‘evil plans’ or whatever, but obsessed much?”

“You are literally evil!”

“Eh, morality is relative.”

“You-!” Ford took a breath, balling his hands into fists. He pointed an accusatory finger at Bill. “I don’t know what you were doing with my grand-niece, but whatever you’re planning-”

“She asked me to help her!”

“Don’t think I can’t see right through-”

“Oh, here we go. Stoke your own ego enough, Fordsy? Cause you and I both know which one of us is best at that.”

“Ahem.” The boys both froze when Nora cleared her throat. “As entertaining as this is, we still have a problem. Well, two problems.” She cast a pointed look in Excelsior’s direction.

Mabel chose that moment to speak up, hoping to soothe some of the tension. “And Bill wasn’t up to anything, Grunkle Ford. I asked him to come with us. For a mystery.”

Ford looked at a loss. “...I suppose…I suppose we should figure out where we are, and how to get back,” he said hesitantly.

“Well, we know where we are,” said Nora. “The cherub we just spoke to laid it out quite nicely. The ‘Love Goddess’s Center of Relationship Rehabilitation.’”

“So, couples therapy,” said Mabel. That jerk of a wizard wanted to send himself, along with Melody, to magical couples therapy. On the one hand, super thoughtful if they were dating! Which they weren’t, because Melody had been happily paired with Soos for the past year, and as far as Mabel was concerned, it better stay that way. Her ultimate relationship chart would be completely unbalanced otherwise.

“That’s a simplistic way of looking at it,” said Nora. She frowned at the high ceilings. “I heard the Love Goddess as a more…approachable type. I suppose a few thousand years can change a person.”

“Who is this ‘Love Goddess’?” asked Melody.

“Oh! You might know her better by one of her human aliases. Aphrodite, Yue Lao, Hathor…this is her domain,” Nora gestured at the room around them. “A dimension composed entirely by magic. What we’re seeing is just an illusion, there is most likely nothing but a vacuum behind these walls.”

Bill rolled his eyes, but Mabel was sure it was a miracle that he stayed quiet through Nora’s speech.

“Can’t we just wait for that cherub to come back and explain what happened?” asked Melody.

“Ha! That’s funny,” said Bill. “You haven’t met her, toots. LG’s not, uh, a type to just let us go without getting something out of it. Fun at parties, though!”

“Okay…” Melody frowned. “How do we get out, then?”

“The thing about artificial dimensions is that they are inherently unstable,” said Nora. “Think of it like that movie, uh…The Matrix? Look out for any flaws in the illusion. We might be able to get through to a different space-time within this universe.”

“Or,” said Mabel. “We could do those relationship trials!”

“No!” all of the adults yelled simultaneously. Mabel huffed.

—

Interesting.

The Love Goddess tapped her perfectly manicured nails against the console, a small smile forming on her lips. She watched the six occupants of the room argue with each other.

“Should we send them back?” Hermaphroditus asked, clutching their clipboard.

“No,” said the Goddess. A brilliant idea overcame her. She pulled up another display and generated six nodes, idly playing with different pairings and configurations. Should it be worst to best? Chronological? Random?

No. This combination would get the best results possible. Love Goddess sent the node configuration over, and her child looked at it with weary agreement. “This is going to be very interesting.”

—

They broke apart to look for something that could get them out. Mabel sidled up next to Melody and put a comforting hand on her arm. “Hey, how’s it going?”

Melody offered a barely-there smile. “It’s going.”

Mabel shot a look at the Wizard. He was watching them from across the room, curled up in a defeated little hunch. “That guy-”

“Let’s not talk about him,” Melody said quickly. She knocked on the wall a few times. “I dunno, is this weird enough to be one of those flaws your alien friend mentioned?”

Mabel frowned, but let Melody change the subject. She pressed her ear to the wall, concentrating hard to hear…anything. It just seemed like a regular wall to her.

She wondered if this place was anything like Mabel Land. And shuddered. That wasn’t…her at her best by a long shot. And besides, there wasn’t anything she wanted to forget more.

Mabel Land was perfect, except when she finally decided to stop being a willing prisoner. Then it showed its true colors.

Was Dipper right? Was she just falling for a new illusion? She thought she’d been careful, it’s not like she really trusted him.

Did she?

Mabel didn’t realize she was staring at Bill. He had his back to her, deep in another heated argument with Ford.

“Are you okay?” Melody asked. She followed Mabel’s gaze. “Oh man, yeah…How’s it going with, uh, the king of demons or whatever? I heard last year was a real nightmare. Literally. Soos had literal nightmares about it.”

So had she.

“What? I’m fine,” said Mabel, smiling and rolling her eyes. “Bill’s not the king of demons, he’s more like…the frat boy party guy. Of demons. And he’s none of those things now, so…” She pointed a thumb at her chest. “I’m rehabilitating him!”

“Uh.” Melody did not seem reassured by that statement. “So he really isn’t dangerous?”

“Nope! Not at all!”

“That’s good, then. I was worried about you and Dipper, you know? You’re both just kids.”

“Sister, you don’t know the half of it!”

Bill wasn’t dangerous. He wasn’t! She’s seen him trip over a fold in the carpet, get scared of his own cough, and get defeated by tickles. Twice. Mabel had it covered.

And he wasn't tricking her, even if he thought he was. It wasn't like…before. She knew better now, knew how to see through whatever lies he told her.

She wouldn't make the same mistake again.

That’s when she noticed something odd with the cherub statue.

She pointed at the head, where she could see, just for a second, the eyes darting back and forth, trained on them for a split second before staring at the ground. “Look at that! That’s so creepy.”

“Yeah.” The two of them approached the fountain, looking up at the cherub’s face. Again, those eyes. “That shouldn’t be happening, right?”

“Nora said this place is like, super magical, but-!” Mabel hopped on top of the statue and grabbed the cherub’s cheeks, staring intensely at its face. “Speak to me, magic man!”

Then one of her feet slipped, and Mabel held onto the head for dear life before she could fall, dangling in the air. There was a creak, and then a SNAP, as the neck broke.

“...He’s resting,” said Mabel.

“Did you find something?” Grunkle Ford called as he approached the statue.

Inside a compartment in the neck sat a big red button.

Mabel loved big red buttons. She pushed it.

In a shower of pink, glittery sparkles, the statue and the fountain disintegrated. Mabel fell five feet down, and Ford caught her before she could hit the ground. He lifted her up and cheered. “Mabel, you found it!”

“Huh,” Nora came up next to them, examining the new, fountain-sized hole in the ground. “I suppose they had their own emergency exit.”

Inside the hole was darkness, not unlike the neverending darkness of the bottomless pit. It didn’t look very welcoming.

“That doesn’t look very friendly,” said Melody, as if voicing Mabel’s thoughts.

“It should be fine,” said Nora. “The in-between space-”

“Yeah, yeah, we know,” Bill said impatiently. “What do we do about Mr. Excel Sheet?” He pointed a thumb at Melody’s creepy Ex.

“It’s Excelsior!” the wizard snapped.

“Wow! No one cares!”

Suddenly, Hermaphroditus appeared above them with a POOF. “We’ve extensively reviewed your file, and-” She froze, looking past them at the hole in the ground.

“No time,” said Ford, taking Mabel by the hand. “Let’s go!”

—

Hermaphroditus watched as the five people he’d been tasked with reforming disappeared into one of the facility’s emergency exits. He looked past it in shock, at the young man in the trench coat still sitting in the corner.

“Don’t look at me, I don't know them!”

He really wished Mother would just fire him. It would be so much easier.

—

“So where exactly do we find this guy?”

“Uh,” Dipper buckled his seat belt and crossed his fingers that Stan had his cataracts fixed as they pulled out of the parking lot. “Last time, he was one of the musicians on the setlist. But the festival is still a month away…Well, it's not like he can be across the country, right? That locket had to come from somewhere.” Dipper pulled the locket out to examine it again.

“We could start knocking down doors and harassing people,” Stan suggested.

“I could put up some posters-”

Dipper realized this would take a while. And who knew what Mabel and Ford were up against?

He really…hated how he left things with Mabel. It didn't take long for Dipper to realize that Bill really had nothing to do with that rift. If he had, he would have done everything to prevent them from seeing it. Unless this was a sort of double ruse?

It didn't matter. Once this was all over, Dipper would show Ford and Stan the rift. They’d know what to do. Right now, they needed to find Mabel.

“Got it!” Soos piped up from the backseat. That's when Dipper realized he had his laptop open the whole time, and had been furiously typing while Dipper and Stan debated on whether Toby Determined could be bribed with food.

Soos flipped over the laptop to show them the screen. “Check it out, dudes!”

He had pulled up an article with the title: “Musician Found in Portland, Millions of Fans Left Heartbroken”. Underneath was a blurry picture of a blond, plus-sized man in a pink shirt attacking the camera with a slipper. Behind him, in front of a beautiful two-story house stood an older woman in a bathrobe, smoking a cigar and unphased by the commotion. You could barely make out the address printed on top of the front door.

“That’s him!” Dipper said. “He’s in Portland?”

Stan suddenly made a U-turn in a lane that was definitely illegal to make U-turns in. The approaching car honked loudly as he cut it off.

“How’d you find that so fast?” asked Dipper once his insides didn’t feel rearranged anymore.

“I have my ways,” Soos said sagely. Then he took off his hat and twisted it nervously. “Besides, we gotta find them fast, right? I hope Melody’s alright, dudes.”

Right. Soos was worried about his girlfriend. Mabel was as familiar with all this weirdness as Dipper. Ford thrived in it. Nora seemed perfectly capable and Bill…Bill was the weirdness.

Melody wasn’t like them. She hadn’t been through Weirdmaggedon or half of the adventures they’d been on last summer. No wonder Soos was worried. Dipper hoped she was alright.

—

Melody opened her eyes, trying to rub the black spots in her vision away, and looked around.

She was sitting in a dimly lit corridor. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting stark shadows against plain, pink wallpaper and white, carpeted floor. Aside from the consistent color scheme, it almost looked like a completely different building. More backroom office vibe than a remodeled Greek temple.

“This is just like being back in the dating pool,” Melody muttered.

She was also alone. They must’ve been split up when they jumped through that dark…hole…portal thing.

Cautiously, she made her way down the corridor. There were no doors, no windows, and no signs. The only thing different was that the corridor turned left fifty feet down. She peaked behind the corner.

Rows upon rows of office desks filled a large, warehouse-like space. The same pink-and-white color scheme prevailed, out of place with the cubicles and office lights.

She crept slowly forward, darting behind a plastic potted plant. Two cherubs in the same uniform as Hermaphroditus were talking in front of the water cooler, their backs turned to her.

“I’m telling you, it’s inflation!”

“You just haven’t been saving up. When I was your age-”

“When you were my age, galactic smoothies cost twice as little.”

“Buy less galactic smoothies!”

“I like living, thanks!”

Melody searched for an exit sign or a window or something. The only other place to go was behind the nearest cubicle.

She took a risk, darting by as soon as the cherubs’ conversation got heated. Thankfully, the cubicle was empty. She crouched under the desk and tried to think of a plan.

“Ooh, I think these two would work really well together!”

Mabel.

It came from somewhere deeper within the cubicle maze, a harsh, loud whisper among the clicking of keyboards.

“You think so?” Another voice replied.

“Yeah! Opposites attract! Plus, they admire the qualities they both share. That’s very important.”

“Wow, kid, you’re good at this.”

“You know it, dog.”

Melody slowly crawled toward the voices.

“Now these two…these are tough.”

“Yeah. I don’t even know where to start. If I can’t meet the quota-”

“Hm. I can see a rivalry thing going on. Maybe some juicy shared history? Ooh, pull up their childhood files!”

“Where did you learn this stuff?”

“Romcoms and teen magazines, mostly.”

A few cubicles down, Melody spotted them. Mabel was sitting on the desk, chatting with a young-looking cherub that was perched in one of the uncomfortable-looking office chairs. They were both staring intensely at the screen and arguing over very complex-looking diagrams. The cherub had an “INTERN” label pinned to the front of their shirt.

“Mabel?”

Mabel looked up from the screen. “Melody! You’re here!” She jumped down, dragged Melody by the arm, and yanked her inside the cubicle. “This is Jeff! Say hi, Jeff! This is my friend’s/adopted second uncle’s girlfriend! Which makes her my adopted second almost-aunt-in-law!”

“Hi,” said Jeff shyly. “Nice to meet you, Mabel’s adopted second…aunt…?”

“Melody.” She looked at Mabel. “Do you know what happened? Where are the others?”

“Nope!” said Mabel. She didn’t look worried. If anything, she looked downright giddy. “We all got split up, I guess. Must be one of those things that happens with magical portals.”

“Right.” Melody decided she wasn’t gonna think about it for too long. “We should find them, then.”

“We will! Jeff said he could get us info on where they might be. I promised to help him with his assignments, first.”

“I’m supposed to arrange the romantic pairings in Cincinnati for the week,” said Jeff.

“And I’m kind of an expert,” Mabel bragged. “Anyway, I think those two should run into each other. You know, like at the laundromat. Somewhere they haven’t seen each other before. Showing a side of each other they haven’t seen before.”

Jeff typed something into the computer eagerly. “And then?”

Melody sat down. This was going to take a while.

—

“Lovely,” said Nora. “I suppose I’m stuck here with you.”

“Believe me, the feeling’s mutual.”

They looked down the thirty-foot gap between their room and the next. On the other side was a large door, above which sat a stone cherub, bow at the ready, its face smugly staring down the center of the room.

“Didn’t think she’d go for the dungeon aesthetic,” Bill admitted. Because that’s exactly what this place looked like, rendered, of course, in a bold choice of white and bright pink. Aside from the spikes at the bottom of the gap, some of the tiles on the floor were clearly rigged as pressure plates. Who knew what fun things each one did? One way to find out!

Nora yanked him back before he could press on the one closest to them. “Are you suicidal, or did your body get twice as less brain cells as the old one?”

“I was incorporeal! I had no-! Wait-”

“Ah. That explains so much.”

He’d walked right into that one. Bill couldn’t even be properly angry about it. “What’s it gonna do, huh? Summon a cherub to start telling us the virtues of friendship? Throw magic love potion glitter in our faces?” Okay, maybe that last one was kind of scary to think about. “LG’s style is less dismemberment and more never-minding-her-own-business.”

“Oh, you two got along well, then. On both accounts.”

She tried to make it sound like an insult. Hilarious. It was like she forgot who she was talking to. “You got any better ideas?”

“Actually, I do.” Nora walked over to the wall behind them and started…feeling around.

“Wow. Why don’t you ask that wall out for dinner first?”

“Oh, grow up,” she said. Despite the words, her tone was insufferably calm. “This must be one of the trials. This means there should also be a safety hatch, in case one of the workers gets trapped here by accident. I just need to find it.”

“Uh-huh.” Bill sat down and propped his back against the neighboring wall. “Have fun with that.” He closed his eyes.

There was a funny thing that happened whenever Seven Eyes showed up. There was the anger, obviously, the indescribable, indomitable rage that bubbled to the surface. Had Bill gained all his powers back, he would have incinerated her on the spot, the lousy, ungrateful traitor that she was.

No, the funny thing wasn’t the rage, it was the other thing. A feeling that reared its head in the back of his mind and stifled the anger until it was almost painful.

It was like the stab of hot coals he felt when he was in Mabel’s dream, but quieter. It was like when-

Don’t. Shut up.

Bill didn’t realize he was clenching his fist until he felt the sting on his palms from where his nails tore through the flesh.

He didn’t remember what he was thinking about, but he didn’t have to. The noises from the other side of the room turned into very frustrated ones.

He opened his eyes and saw Seven Eyes sitting down on the ground, glaring at the other side of the pit.

"Aren't you the one with all the fun gadgets? Didn't think you'd give up so easily."

She completely ignored him. Seriously?

“Hey.”

“...”

“Hey, Seven Eyes.”

“...”

“What, don’t have any comebacks?”

“...”

“Come on, you can’t seriously keep this up forever.”

“...”

“Hey.”

“...”

“Right, you think you’re so above me to have a conversation.”

“...”

“Why would I want to talk to you?”

“...”

“Hey.”

“...”

“Nora.”

“Oh dear Axolotl, would you please shut up? Or are you truly not capable of that?”

Bill grinned. “Gotcha.”

Nora’s pissed-off look turned confused for a moment. “What?”

“Oh come on, you think I can’t see through that cute little role you’re playing.” Bill put his hands together in mock prayer. “‘Oh great Oracle, please tell me if my crops are gonna save my ass at the market next season’, please.”

“Projecting much?” Nora’s tone was sharp like she was holding something back.

“Hey, at least I did it with a lot more style! And personality!”

“Debatable.”

“You think you’re better than me because you stabbed me in the back?” Bill snapped. “You think I don’t know exactly what you did to get there? How many Sixers did you convince to play the hero? How many made it back? At least I offered Stanford power. Immortality. On a silver platter!”

“You killed them.”

“Oh yeah.” Bill scratched his nose. “You shoulda known better, huh? Oh wait, you did!” He tapped a finger on the side of his eye. Nora’s own gaze was like daggers, which would have screamed danger had he not known she was as powerless as he was, for the time being. He caught something else in her eyes, a glimpse of something brittle. The feeling he didn’t want to think about was flooded by the anger, the betrayal, and suddenly Bill wanted nothing more than to break it. “And now you’re playing besties with Sixer, been there done that! He’s falling for it cause you give him one word of encouragement and he folds. But I know you.”

He held that brittle thing in his hand, he could feel it. One thumb pressed too hard, and it would shatter.

Why would you do this?

You were friends.

“You might've pulled a few tricks from your dead sister, but you can't fool me."

Nora said nothing. She stared at him for a long time. And that brittle thing-

Retreated as she bent over laughing.

“WHAT?!” Bill threw his hands up in frustration. “What’s so funny?!”

She just kept laughing like she’d heard the funniest joke in a trillion years. Bill suddenly remembered how much he hated being the butt of one, especially to her.

Before he could try pushing her into the pit and maybe testing if those spikes were real, she wiped her eyes and grinned at him.

“You know,” she said. “I wish you were at least half the person I believed you to be."

Bill stared at her.

The cherub above the door, across from the pit, let out a loud, cheerful DING like a contestant on a game show got the right answer.

The floor tiles on the other side of the pit shifted, rearranging themselves until they created a thin bridge halfway down the pit, too far to jump, but close enough to be a temptation.

“Oh,” said Nora. “I get it now.”

And then the room shattered into a million particles as reality itself changed for the whims of the one who willed it.

“Bravo,” said the Love Goddess. “Now we can really begin.”

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I forgot to post another prompt last night (ruining my two day streak >:(( ), apologies from the deepest, darkest, cardiac artery that I own.

Anywho

Soulmate au, for funsies

The specific au I'm thinking of is where wherever your soulmate touches you first, you have a black mark signifying where they're going to touch you, and when they do, it turns into a bright, colorful, mark before slowly fading into some more pastel colors over time

There's a few different scenarios I can think of for this, ofc

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1. Modern/College/General Adult au, characters do not know each other remotely, and they are both independently at the same party. One character (A) has their mark on their face, in the shape of a handprint, and have gone through life thinking that their soulmate is going to fucking slap them once they meet, while the other (B) has a (normal) mark of their palm being black (usually, it's a handshake or high five).

Well, whoopsie doodle, A ends up having something happen to them (they're overwhelmed, their partner breaks up with them, they just got a bad grade on an assignment, ect. ), and they get incredibly upset and leave to go quiet down and have a cry.

Well, coincidentally, B also leaves to do something (smoke, get some air, ect.) and they find A, and rush to comfort them, ultimately (and gently) putting their hand on their face, until it starts fucking glowing and they freak the fuck out

This would just be a cute little rp, domestic, funny, nothing too serious

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2. Again, a modern/General Adult Au, one character (C) is at a bar, wallowing or doing something alone, when the local band sets up and plays. For some reason, C is *obsessed* with the band, and especially the lead singer, who is the other character (D).

Long story short, the band plays their set and wraps up by going backstage, while C runs to the bathroom (for whatever reason, to escape from the noise, to throw up bc they drank to much, whatever), and ends up in the dressing room of D. D is mildly annoyed at first, but sees C's state and takes it upon themselves to help C and/or get them home.

They both only figure out the next day that they both had their soulmarks activated (is that the right word?) in exactly the same spot as the other touched them/they touched the other, and they have *no clue* who they are (as C never told D their name and D was in a *very* small indie band that didn't have anymore gigs due to life events, and had an alias instead of their name).

They're both sad and decide to move on, until a few years later when (ultimately) they meet an *extremely* annoying person at their job and they decide that that person is the bane of their existence, (personally, Im thinking of them both being high school teachers, but thats just me).

You can see where this is going

Adversaries to Lovers as they slowly realize, hey, I might actually like this person, to them getting together, to maybe thinking about their soulmates and how they are still in love with them, but also love their partner (this could be one person's dilemma as the other wonders why their partner is so distant), until it's revealed that D was the lead singer of an indie band (perhaps if teachers, through the kids finding out about it and spreading it), and then it's a decently good ending :>>

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(Yes, this was heavily inspired if not slightly ripped off of this jmart fic. 100% read it, it's soo good)

3. Friends to Lovers (again) human au.

Now, and I've saved best for last (debateable), this one CAN BE A FANTASY AU

Bc those are so popular /s

Anyhow, doesn't have to be fantasy, just has the capacity to be fantasy and would be cool/interesting.

Basically, one character (E), and the other (F) are best friends (from childhood, or just like tweens, or since highschool, SOMETHING), and for some reason, they have not touched ever before (for a multitude of reasons, one character doesn't like touch, they both aren't touchy people, or (if it's a fantasy au) maybe it's not favorable to ever touch royalty in any circumstances (especially if there's a *culture* around soulmarks))

But, they both have crushes on eachother, but don't want to risk their friendship by confessing and receiving a rejection that they believe is inevitable. Until, one day, something happens (can 100% be dramatic or mundane) and WHOOPSIE they've been soulmates the whole time!!

If you want, this can end there, if not, one could try and insist that it 'won't change their friendship' and have a whole OTHER level of drama surrounding their relationship bc of the miscommunication, really up to y'all.

Okay, okay, okay, now I get to talk about the FANTASY ASPECTS OF THIS LETS GO

SO SO SO SO

So many ways to do a fantasy thingie! You could have a royal advisor that grew up to be the heir's closest advisor and friend and have fallen in love with eachother, you could have a royal be childhood friends with a knight that either saves them occasionally, or they both are warriors, you could have a baker's child become friends with the heir bc of them sneaking into the kitchen to get snacks, and have it all cute and lovely

SO MANY OPTIONS AND SCENERIOS, OML

Anyhow, as usual, courts in the past had a HUGE thing about not touching and stuff, especially if someone is your 'better', or just Royalty in general, unless you're their personal servant. Soooo, the heir would have likely never been allowed to touch anyone, or they would have been covered head to toe at all times, and unallowed to take their clothes off to touch their friend's skin.

This can be a cute courtship thing, or OR, it could turn into *drama*, where the heir, having broken the rules, finds out that they are going to be married for a political tie, and they have to figure out a way around it to still be together

(I don't know if I have to make this clear, but any Fantasy stuff will not have homophobia in it. It's unnecessary and I don't want it in my silly little fantasy world)

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ANYWHO

That's all I got for now, feel free to use these with someone else or DM me, my preferences are in the pinned post

Drink water, have a good nighttttttttttt!

(I'm sleeping now omfg)

[narwhalandchill]

i have to say of all the things people were speculating before 4.2 the fontaine AQ "theory" (if you could even call it that) im the most glad just. aged like complete milk and died silently in a ditch as it should was the way people were just. genuinely thinking the shadow dude in the narwhals stomach was childe 💀 and not even in the "ohhh what if" but actually soo convinced i just????

like hello what the fuck. i cannot believe that was a real thing like it was so widespread bc everyone went all. well the narwhal has to be bad and evil with terrible designs in mind for some nefarious plot relating to ajax so it has to be corrupting him and using his body as a puppet. and then pointing at the absolute most superficial "similarities" between the shadow and foul legacy when literally none of the actual core design aspects of FL were present at all whatsoever 😭 the shadow shares more in common with the fucking husks or even like. those hsr antimatter legion bitches what are you guys talking about. arguing oh the reason it looks nothing like childe or FL is bc hes already been gigasigma corrupted for a billion years in abyss time like WHAT

it got so bad i started fucking. double guessing my own (factually correct. as always. its like dawei wants to feed my ego) assessment of. yeah no fucking way thats ajax. theres some similarities in certain combat moves and some armor traits but like. he didnt invent his fighting style with FL he was literally taught it 💀 and 4.0 already told us skirk taking him in as a disciple had Something to do with his encounter with the narwhal. not at all unusual there would be some parallel (and i do find it plausible that the shadow v much has to do with surtalogi).

the other side of it was also like. yes sure im less reliable on that argument front leading up to 4.2 bc im way too narwhalpilled and obsessed with destined bonds between a mortal and an eldritch cosmic being in general so i was always hoping for it to like him in that based gourmet incomprehensible alien way. BUT. the way ppl fucking trashed my beloved acting all oh the narwhal calling for ajax must involve wanting to do something terrible to the uhhhhhh (checks notes) kid that.... freed it? woke it up? after an indeterminate time spent in some sort of stasis and imprisonment??? especially when its a creature meant to be freely traversing the cosmos?? Huh? 😭 tf would the narwhal have against him im crying. stop assuming the worst of this lovely friend shaped cetacean that is literally so rude.

(And like. i mean this with the utmost respect to his clear power boost regarding mastery over FL and am by no means trying to flatten or dismiss his development but also. 45+ days brawling. when the narwhal was already more or less fully primordial sea juice boosted. and when it went DIRECTLY for the kill against all those shrimp civilians in the cutscene. ajax. ajax. ajax. you did a great job but no way in fucking hell am i believing the narwhal was at any point trying to kill you fr im sorry 💀💀💀 you got the VIP treatment bc it likes you and i am Not believing otherwise unless dawei himself smites me and rebukes this directly. edit: and like he fell back in passed out & near death. well why the fuck wouldnt it finish the job right there and then???? checkmate atheists)

ultimately it just made no sense and while theories are fair game for everyone and all i just really hated this one its literally so petty but i cant help it im so glad it was instakilled on spot by the 4.2 trailer SKSKSKDKSKSDSJK i saw my man true and real in all his foul legacy drip and i knew i won.

also when the narwhal attack animations leaked and people were all oh my god its destroying childes constellation this is super bad and evil and i just. you mean the constellations that serve as the direct physical manifestations of celestias hold over destiny and fate. those. you mean the guy whose boss archive entry builds him up as the one who will "overturn this world" having his constellation busted through by a 874679 gigaton star-devouring whale pal could like. in no way shape or form be perhaps a visual metaphor for some. other development. after multiple lore drops and talks of wills capable of rivaling the world and not being chained by celestias ever present gaze. dont you maybe think the visuals of a constellation falling from the sky could also imply a different kind of thing. icant 😭 same for his vision malfunctioning if the narwhals behind that one too. like you mean the device we used to literally spy on his memories and that are all but confirmed to be not quite the quirky divine gift all perks no fine print you might assume. that thing. surely the vision malfunctioning is awful for ajax. (this take was sponsored by sustainer!!!)

it was literally just all these weird assumptions that abyss bad so narwhal from abyss (that aged well lmao) also bad ajax is a helpless baby fish being lured by the seductive calls of his narwhal to the dark side. and so on

and then turns out hes the one attacking the narwhal on sight 💀💀 if only we couldve foreseen his desire to fight the being he encountered during his time in the abyss once they meet again from something like idk his own voicelines that have been there since 1.1..... but alas 😔

[alexcutecolly]

omg yea the villi would tickle ur right!! omg v.olo trying not to wiggle when he feels us moving around down there & he presses our spot a lil bit x3 uuu it would b fun to feel him squeeze us from outside like an extra hug!! & hed like finding where we are and feeling us move further in too no way we think he forgot us!!

omggg hes silly!! others might beleive it but we know the truth cuz were what his lower belly is rumbling about x3 i think it means we’re liked deep inside there!!

uuu n.aga!v.olo would look so good in the sun!! with his full wrigglily belly! how do you think he first gets the idea to be friends with us & swallow us? cuz yea he’s lonely as a human hed be rly lonely as a big snake guy :C

omg I like that alot!! weve been in his first stomach for a long time already and instead of letting us out those gurgly rumbles only pull us in deeper uuuu and he does a biiig sigh when he moves us in further cuz it feels soo good ❤️ or omg!! even further than the second stomach?? uuuuuuuuu wow he must rly enjoy us!! n.aga!v.olo doesnt want to let us out cuz we make him nice and full and he likes talking to us!! and every time he moves us deeper he gives the bulge we make a massage so we fit more cozy x3 i rly love thinking he keeps us in there for days its rly cute omgomg

i saw that!! did u read the part like “remember me as i am”?? hes so sad and I wanna know what happened to him & hes gonna be ok after the end of this right?? omg i got so scared for him v.olo u cant even see youre cared about poor man

if anything went wrong hed be right there to help!! uu shrunk to ten inches for m.erman!v.olo?? thats a rly cute size cuz hed have to work just a lil to swallow a few times to get us all the way down!! & wed make a smaalll bulge in his tummy outside uuu x3 i rly like this v.olo being playful and pritective of us at the same time!! we can move around a lil bit in his belly but its snug too

we can travel everywhere with him!! he wants to see all the myths in the oceans of the world & were his exploring buddy that hes a little more than friendly with ❤️ omg i hope he doesnt get hurt saving us!! maybe after he swallows us down and gets outta danger we can remind him to take a break & make sure hes okay!! we stay in his belly the entire time cuz he has to know we’ll be safe ofc x3

-v.olo uwu

Oh yes!! They'd tickle both him and us at the same time! x3 also V.olo might actually be quite ticklish if he wiggled so much in the first place! Hehe, in that case concealing our presence would end up being harder than it seemed! x3

Oooh I like the idea of trying to locate us to be a sort of game to him, like a vore version of Where's W.aldo? xD like where he's poking and rubbing his middle to look for small bumps and movements xD he'd definitely have his intestines squeeze a little bit around us too, especially when he finds our specific spot! Hehe x3 this cements the fact that there's no way he's going to forget about us if we're inside, oh dear xD and we're absolutely the reason behind those rumbles lmao, and that's just his digestive system trying to say we're an excellent meal! x3

Omg yeah he'd look so gorgeous!!! ✨ Relaxing in the sun, exposing his fangs as he does a big yawn, his shiny black and gold tail shimmering with the human-shaped bulge wriggling inside xD and I actually have two plot-ideas for a story involving n.aga!v.olo! I'm not normal about him lmao

Both stories would take place in H.isui, the first around the same chronological period as the P.LA events, the second one in modern times:

1)

The classic monster-in-the-forest trope: rumors are spreading about a cruel, unforgiving half man-half snake creature in the H.eartwood, in the O.bsidian F.ieldlands. Everyone in J.ubilife V.illage is terrified by him, wild p.okemon stay clear of his cave.

We're tasked with exploring the area and figuring out if he actually exists and how much of a threat he is. Soon we stumble upon the cavern where he lives, but as we sneak inside we mess up and we alert him of our presence. We really don't want to hurt him, we're almost frozen in place, but before we can flee or summon our p.okemon partner we get caught and eaten safely, so he can get some answers out of us.

Bonding situations ensue once he realizes we're not after his throat and we're actually friendly and nice to have around, especially because he's been feeling lonely for so long and nobody ever dares approaching him. Plus he finds out he likes keeping us in his two stomachs, and beside the initial shock we don't really mind it afterwards xD

However, in the end we discover that K.amado actually knew n.aga!V.olo was real, and he sent us to investigate him just so he could get rid of us. Nobody is happy with this.

2)

A Modern!AU story where n.aga!V.olo is our college roommate/study buddy, and we've been knowing him for so long. We don't know this, but we're actually his only friend. Unfortunately most people on campus are repulsed by him, despite his sweet and cheerful demeanor.

After revising our notes and manuals for hours, we're exhausted and can barely keep our eyes open. That's when V.olo offers to swallow us for the first time, assuring us it's all completely safe. We accept, and take a long nap inside as he keeps studying his own stuff.

He'd massage and stroke the bulge in his tail where we're in, and even play around a bit when he says he's gonna let us out, but instead we're sent deeper inside as everything around us gurgles and rumbles xD we enjoy his company however and we have no errands or places to be then, so we just relax some more and let him take care of us x3

Also I'm very glad we're both such huge fans of long-term endosoma/vore! We'd basically have a field day if n.aga!V.olo pushed us deeper to his small intestine and/or kept us inside for days xD perhaps it'd be a little cramped, but the warmth and the rubs would make it pretty cozy regardless x3 💕

Warning: V.olo in P.okemas spoilers below!

Omgggg yeah that line!!! Omggggg... ;-; ;-; ;-;

"Please remember me as you've seen me during our time together."

It broke me tbh ;-; ;-; like... what do you mean V.olo?? Is he going to do something he knows he'll regret? Or that he's not fully in control of? 😭😭 Or perhaps he can feel he's going to disappear forever, so he wants us to remember him in his happiest moments... ;-; ;-; ;-; if this is true, it's supported by this other line of his:

"It's possible that either you or I could disappear from this world..."

Like jfc 😭😭 our man's perspective of the future and the world aren't too positive ;-; ;-; ;-; and considering his past and low self-worth, he probably sees everything as unchangeable and unfixable ;-; ;-; ;-; oh my gooood!! 😭😭

Omg yeah absolutely!! I picked this size because not only is it very cute, but he'd need a few gulps to send us down, and we'd leave a small bump too, which is super lovely! x3 His belly would feel slightly tighter, but we could still move around, it's pretty good imo! We adore snug stomachs! x3 💕 plus I feel like he'd be the perfect combination of protectiveness and playfulness, which is very fitting for a charming character like him! x3

Oooooh I like this a lot!! I'd love to be his travelling companion on his journeys, and help with his research by exploring ancient sea ruins and more! Btw I also had thought of a giant m.erman!V.olo, with us being of our normal height and him around 42'? This way he could protect us from P.rimal K.yogre for example, or other beeg sea p.okemon! x3 Regardless of his size though, as long as he can get away safely with us in tow, I'm happy and not terribly concerned 🥺 hopefully he doesn't get hurt! Especially if it was us that somehow drew the attention of those sea p.okemon! :(((((

Either way, we'd definitely check up on him after such a tense event, and depending on how he's doing we could either remain inside, or have him bring us out so we can maybe help him heal, or at the very list rub his stomach to make him feel better! 🥺🥺❤️❤️

[kquil]

🧁; this is my first time doing this TT but i just love how you write the marauders!

soo I’m 5’0 (150cm I’m short i know) right now i have long red hair with some bangs, i loveeee baking and cooking in general, i’m latina, i usually prefer to dress in skirts even in winter lol, i really love animals and i have always believed that my favorite subject at hogwarts would be care of magical creatures, i’m ravenclaw tho!

that’s it, hope u are doing well, I really enjoyed seeing what you write in this!

awww~ thank you for trusting me and my writing with this, darling!

from your overall description, i ship you with Remus Lupin!

i. he loves your long red hair and thinks your bangs are so stylish; they suit your face so well and makes you look even prettier than you already do

ii. sometimes, he would find himself twirling your hair around his finger and admiring it's colour but also how soft your hair feels. he does this often when you two study together and he eventually needs to take a break or gets distracted by you - you wouldn't distract him intentionally though, he's just drawn to you

iii. he also loves how short you are compared to him although he does feel quite guilty that you're having to angle your neck so uncomfortably just to meet his eyes or how you'd have to raise your voice for him to hear you clearly when there are other people around. to combat this, he's developed a habit of leaning down to hear you better and observe your face closer ⏤ you get prettier the closer he gets, what can he say?

iv. you love baking and Remus has a sweet tooth, naturally, you both get along together. before the two of you started dating, he was often attracted to how good you smelled; you smelled like a sweet bakery so he often was lured to you by his nose and he spots you out of the crowd easily.

v. every weekend, you two would have a date at the kitchens with the elves where you would bake to your hearts content and Remus would helpfully taste test everything. he hardly gains any weight from it so you had no reason to worry over him too much

vi. there was one time where you burned yourself on the oven door and let out a surprised and painful hiss. immediately, Remus was at your side with worry on his face but after he saw what the full damage was, he got to work right away. from his lycanthropy, he had grown pretty well adept at healing spells so you had no scarring ⏤ this did lead to you question why he was so good at healing wounds when his favourite subject was DADA...and he eventually confessed about his condition.

vii. you love him regardless so he didn't know why he hadn't told you sooner. it even made sense that you supported him because you loved animals and you adored care of magical creatures, he, technically, was a magical creature. nevertheless, you didn't treat him any different, only loved and cared for him more and in the right way when the full moon comes

viii. now you actively helped in his recovery. he wouldn't allow you to go out with him on full moons or become an animagus for him but you helped where you could. you helped with his recovery, diligently taking notes for him the way he liked them being taken in classes, baking his favourite goods for him and visiting him often in the hospital wing. madam pomfrey, although acting irate at your extended visits, was an avid supporter of yours and remus's relationship

ix. in winter, when you still wore skirts, he made began to only wear long, thick coats so that he could lay it over your legs to keep you warm even if you wore tights underneath. he's just a cute little worrywart. in the warmer months, however, remus loved seeing your legs, he just found them so sexy. he doesn't believe he'll ever get tired of their shape or pretty skin, primarily because they all belonged to you and he loves you so much, inside and out.

x. honourable mention, i also, lowkey, ship you with James Potter. we all know he has a thing for red heads and he's definitely the type to showcase your baking creations with the utmost praise to anyone that would care to listen and entertain him. he would dedicate so many scores to you whenever he had the quaffle and he would adore listening to you talk day in, day out about every magical creature you know about, he just loves how intelligent you are, that and he loves the sound of your voice, it makes him smile like a goof.

[mahousakura]

Most Random Pet Peeve for the Mao Manga

who took away Mao’s original eyes?

I LOVE eyes in art, they say soo much about a character. When Mao initially came out I was captivated by Mao’s face, but especially his eyes. They are angular and sometimes he has lashes (which need to be brought back). It showed his character was serious, calm, and cool. It made him stand out and he looked very intriguing, and just generally kinda slay.

Then his eyes eventually started becoming rounded around the 4th volume. I wondered if the eye change was supposed to go with his character arc of him becoming softer, more open— BUT NO!! I stumbled across Takahashi’s sketches and WHAT DO I FIND?? SHE STILL DRAWS THEM THAT WAY.

His eyes are still mainly angular and angle upwards in the sketches, as opposed to the downward angle, or just total roundness, of the final works. It bothers me how often times his eyes are rounded, but then also can be angled upwards properly. It feels inconsistent and I think there’s more to it that makes it feel wrong, like his face shape but idk. This can also be said about Nanoka from the start to now, her eye’s have changed but much less drastic than him.

Anyway, I just wish the people bringing her sketches to life were more true to his original character design/her sketches. In some of the sketches he looks much angrier, his eyebrows look more aggressive and his eyes much smaller yet it didn't come across that way in the final. I wonder how much is Takahashi now and how much is assistant’s helping, cause I have noticed sometimes his eyes return to angular, I even spotted a hint of lashes recently. Or it’s all her drawing — in which case whyyy nouu please change it back <3

(L-R: ch 203 vs 213)

So in the end all I'm asking is; if Mao does get an anime I am begging on my hands and knees that they keep his character design from the beginning or they start to bring it back in the manga cause I’d be so happy T . T

[missamyrisa2]

What about tickling a girls belly and clit with ice cubes???

Ooh I adore using ice in tickle play ~ especially for a sweet girly girl with ticklish girly girl buttons! Sooo ~ I'd have you all bound gently on my bed, with my bowl of ice in hand. The bright purple bowl with its obnoxiously big smiley face on it. I shake the bowl happily, making the ice bounce and clack. "Oooh yes, it's time for our favorite game! Hot and cold~" I snicker down at you, giving a little wicked sneer as I hum and tease at your panty line with tiny strokes of my fingers. "Soo, I'm thinking of a number between one and a thousand~ shall we begin?" I taunt, rooting through my ice bucket and drawing my index finger back and forth along your pantyline in feathery strokes.

When you answer I gasp out with faux concern. "Oh my, you got it right away! Not really ~ you're soooo far off. In fact, you're iceeee cold, baby~" I grin and find a piece of ice shaped very similar to your cute bellybutton. I draw the frigid tool around your tummy in slow circles, leaving behind a trail of teasing cool droplets. "Nooope cold cold cold~" I repeat, getting the ice right into your bouncy divot. As you guess more I shake my head. "Mmm mmm. Nope~ not even close. Snowman cold, you're a snowman darling~ covered in little iciessss and ooooh?" I smile and pull the ice back, licking my lips.

"Why, that's quite warm now~ yess, you've gotten warmer!" I lean in and flash my purply lips, brushing them along the same trail the ice just took across your ticklish tummy. My tongue darts out and starts lapping up the moisture in loving licks. "Uhhuhhh warmer! Warmmm warmerrr!" I kiss and lick and work inwards, dipping my tongue in and out of your navel rapidly. And when you're right on the money I seal my lips and start blowing a loud zerbert right on your most bouncy ticklish spot~ "bbbbbzzzzzztttt!" I cackle and lean up. "You got it!! mmmuahh bbbzzztttt ~ Right on the money~!" I raspberry again, working your chilled belly over and over~

And then I'm smirking again, my finger tracing your cute panties. "Ahh yes, these cute panties~ I heard that gigglemoan in there. Did you enjoy our little game? Are you allll hot and bothered down here on your girly parts? Noo? You're not? My goodness. Then what's this little swollen adorable girly button doing? Why's it sooo bothered and prominent huh? Are you lying to your Amy? Awww, you naughty thing~ sooo naughty naughty~" I admonish and rebuke your pleas, plucking a new piece of ice. I deposit it into your navel and retrieve another larger chunk and start plunging it into your pantyline.

"Gotta cool a naughty thing like you down oh yes we doooo yes we do~" I grin and take the ice lower and lower gliding the cool tickle tool along your lower abdomen and towards your girly royal area. "Aww does it tickle soo bad? Such a silly sensation, no? All icy and on your skin and tickly with these cuuuuute little droplets staying behind to tingle tingle tingle you~" I move the ice towards your sweet button and nudge the piece in your navel around making sure it stays put. "My goodness you little naughty thing. You're so hot down here! My girly girl all hot and bothered you're gonna melt my ice!" I giggle down and taunt with my icy tickles, nodding to my bowl with the smiley face. "Luckily I brought plenty ~ ahh yes, plenty to share~"

I work the ice up and down your swollen button, letting the melting cold stream drip along your lower lips and into your girlihood like loving fingers of a lingering lover ~ "Ooh goosh oooh nooo ~" I copy your gasps and lil giggly moans, chuckling while I work your cute buttons with my cold friends. Once your navel is full of icy water I lean down. "Here lemme help you with thatt!" and I start kissing up the remaining cool water, lickling along and muahing all over your tickled sensitive belly. And after placing a new piece of ice into your navel I find my other helper is also melted~ "Naughty thing you melted my clitty cube!"

I nod and smile, tugging your wet panties down. "Uhh huh. Yep. Mmmmhmm. We're going down there cutie pie. You naughty girl~" I lean in and blow a little puff of air on your hyper sensitive swollen iced up button. "My my my you ARE naughty aren't you~ ooooooh!" I mock your gasps as I move in, making sure my long hair teases at your thighs while my tongue catches along your super ticklish girly button, flicking gently before starting a slow clockwise swirl. "Uuuhuhh.. Mmmmhmmm" I hum, working your button with my slippery warming tongue, nudging that swollen aching girl part around~

And just as your ticklish button starts to warm, I flood it with cool again, deftly reaching for more ice and moving it around in the same clockwise swirl. "Ah ah ah~ naughty girl. Getting all warm and bothered ~ We gotta cool you off oh yes we doOooo~" I work the ice around your clitty and navel, cooing down. "Coochie coooo ~ ooh, you can ticklegasm anytime you like darling, you're getting icy hot tickles either way ~"