#congrats! human bodies suck!

[doberbutts]

I just saw your post about how testosterone has helped your disability tremendously, which if I remember correctly is hypermobile Ehlers-Danlos syndrome (but maybe I’m wrong). I’m agender and have been considering early menopause to help with my abundance of menstrual health issues, but if t helped your hEDS too that makes me really want to consider it further. If this is too private you absolutely don’t have to answer it but I’d love to know more as a fellow disabled person.

It's POTS actually :) though POTS is highly comorbid with hEDS and I *am* hypermobile, to a degree that I made my physical therapist wince with how easily I can assume positions that should noooooot be possible without pain when I was in recovery due to my car accident. She actually asked me if I have EDS and I said well I have POTS so... not officially but is it possible sure I guess.

So no, I do not have hEDS. But also yes I might have hEDS. Schroedinger's diagnosis.

No, testosterone helped my POTS symptoms disappear to almost nothing. This is at least partially because POTS does not get along with estrogen ans menstrual cycles, and taking testosterone lowered the estrogen in my body and also stopped my menstural cycle. Don't get me wrong, I still have some symptoms, but they are dramatically improved. I can do all sorts of things I used to not be able to.

There is... a bit of debate whether I have POTS at all. But I do have MCAS and, as said, I'm hypermobile, so very likely yes POTS is very likely. But with my NCAH diagnosis, it's equally possible that I *do not* have POTS, because NCAH also causes weird changes to your vasovagal response and your autonomic nervous system. In other words, do I have POTS AND NCAH... or do I just have NCAH?

Personally I don't really care because adding testosterone fixed the symptoms way better than anything the POTS meds were doing so w/e, if it works it works.

It's "makes you intersex and sometimes gay disease but also you faint a lot and your body *really* sucks at handling stress disease". To be fair the classic form of CAH can just outright kill you if not well controlled. Nonclassic CAH by comparison sometimes still tries really hard but is less likely to do more than give you some serious medical trauma.

So like. Am I fainting because my body doesn't know how to handle stress which triggers a response of my autonomic nerve and because my adrenal glands are too busy making androgens to give me some fucking cortisol to communicate with my autonomic nerve, the thing guesses wrong and I hit the ground as my body attempts the biology version of "have you turned it off and then back on again"? Or am I the unluckiest fucker on the planet and I have two annoyingly underdiagnosed but much more common than we thought disorders which both hate estrogen and make me faint a lot?

Or, bonus, since POTS joins PCOS in the "disorder named for a symptom that's not even diagnostuc criteria and no one actually knows what causes it" family, is what we're calling "POTS" actually a group of symptoms that has a wide range of causes and my cause for my own symptoms IS NCAH? Who knows 🤷‍♂️

[kentocidal]

lucky winner

users: piercer!bakugou x afab!fem!reader x tattoo artist!kirishima

internal warnings: descriptions of needles/tattoos/piercings as they occur, long fic, wow there's plot in this!, consensual threeway, established krbk, oral (m and f!receiving), piv, spit, size kink, light dacryphilia, spitroasting, inaccurate positioning, ask to tag

internal notes: three way won the poll so i went ham. my fault og. final word count somehow came to 5.2k ish.

new notifications: @kaedescara

you stared blankly at the notification on your phone, wide-eyed and jaw agape. you blinked slowly, rubbed a hand down your face, and then clicked your phone off and back on again. the screen lit back up to your screensaver and the single notification that sat covering it. ‘@sincitytattoojp tagged you in their story! check it out!’

you looked up from your phone to your friend, who you now realized was calling your name and snapping her fingers. “uh, hello? earth to y/n? what’s going on? did your ex message you or something?”

“i think i won something.” you mumbled, turning your phone to show your friend. she furrowed her brows together and took your phone from your hand, studying the notification before cracking a grin. 

“is this that tattoo parlor in tokyo that you keep talking about hypothetically going to?” she laughed as she punched in your passcode and opened up instagram, pressing on the icon to the parlor’s instagram story.

you were quick to snatch your phone back to watch the story yourself, raising the volume on your phone to hear it. it was a video of someone’s hand reaching into a very full fishbowl of printed instagram handles, pulling out a tiny piece of paper and unfolding it to reveal your instagram username. the caption read in big red lettering, “congrats to @[y/n] for winning the human canvas raffle. reply to this post by midnight to schedule your slot.”

you swallowed thickly and looked up at your friend. “i won the fucking raffle. i won the nine hour session.”

your friend sucked in a breath before laughing and lifting her glass to you. “godspeed, soldier.”

you looked back down at your phone and clicked back to rewatch your name be pulled from the bowl. you had entered the contest on a whim – you hadn’t expected to win. you had reposted the parlor’s picture and tagged your three closest friends to enter a bid into becoming a human canvas for a day, i.e. getting tattooed and pierced until you tapped out. the parlor owners couldn’t seem to decide on whether to call it the human canvas contest or the no mercy challenge, not that it mattered. both fit the bill to describe what you had just won.

you swiped up on the story.

you: i dont know whether to be terrified or excited.

@sincitytattoojp: both, sweetheart. sign this and get it back to us [1 attachment]

you had gone through an extensive back and forth that night, printing and signing and scanning different waivers and papers to ensure that you would be able to handle an entire day of sitting in a chair getting poked and prodded with needles and getting art permanently printed on your skin forever. you were grateful that they took so much precaution in ensuring you were well aware of the situation you were putting yourself in, and getting ample consent confirmed ahead of time. you already felt comfortable as you stepped off the train in tokyo and started towards the shop.

sin city tattoo and body art. the small tattoo shop had garnered a massive following around the globe for the gorgeous work that consistently poured from the studio. the artists had never shown their faces on their page, but it was clearly just a two man show. sometimes one of them would film the other doing their newest piece on a client they handpicked from the waiting list, and it was clear that the two were a little more than close friends. 

you trusted their work. you were a new client, obviously, but after following their page for over a year, you knew you would be okay with going through with this. you were just… inexperienced. you had a tiny tattoo of a butterfly on your ankle and your ears double pierced in the lobes, but that was it.

you rounded the corner and saw the neon sign over the glass doors to the shop, the shutters pulled down. you took a deep breath and tried the door, mildly surprised that it opened up. a tiny bell chimed over your head as you stepped inside.

the shop was small, but it was clean. absolutely pristine. for a tattoo shop called sin city, you were expecting a bit more of a grunge theme, not exactly the creamy white walls littered with black picture frames of flash art available for purchase, a tall cabinet filled with various jewelry for fresh piercings, plants in the corners surrounding two chairs that were supposedly for a waiting area. there was a tall partition behind the front desk, and the shop stretched backward, most likely leading to a tattoo chair and then a piercing table, respectively. 

you stood awkwardly by the front door, gripping your bag in front of you. you had brought a few little snacks and some water in preparation for being there all day. you shuffled your feet as you heard footsteps coming up from the back of the shop, and suddenly you were reconsidering your outfit choice. you had tried to be helpful by going with a tight spaghetti strap tank top and a high riding skirt, knowing that you would probably need to shuffle clothes around during the course of the day.

your thoughts got clogged almost immediately when a brick wall of a man rounded the partition, scratching the back of his neck and staring down at you with big red eyes that looked curious, almost playful. he had to have been at least six-five, looming over you with broad shoulders and bulky arms that were covered in tattoos that went all the way down to his knuckles. his red hair was tied half-up half-down, the black roots at his forehead showing through.

you gaped at him like a fish out of water, face starting to feel warm as he glanced you up and down, and then smiled, revealing a wide set of sharp sharklike teeth. “aye, kats! i think she’s here!” he called over his shoulder before stepping behind the front desk. “you’re our pretty contest winner, right?”

“uh-”

“my name’s eijirou kirishima. i’m the main tattoo guy here.” he grinned at you, boyish and peppy, and it stifled your nerves somewhat as you returned the smile, but you were flustered beyond belief. you had seen the videos of him tattooing, you knew at least that his hands were big, but not the rest of him.

“ah, yeah, hi. i’m y/n. it’s nice to see your fsce for once.” you giggled nervously, and he laughed and nodded.

“yeah, we’re not all about showing who we are online. the page got too big, tokyo’s a big place, we don’t want the extra attention, yknow?” he smiled warmly at you as he bent down and shuffled through some paperwork under the desk, pulling it out and gesturing for you to come closer. “i know we already got a lot of your stuff online, but this is the last waiver. pretty much a final agreement that we get to do whatever we want to your body until you either tap out, or the clock hits six, whichever comes first.” 

you made a little squeaking noise at his phrasing, glancing at his face as he just continued to smile. he fumbled around for a pen and held it out to you, and you reached to take it, but he snatched it back and leaned across the desk. “just so you know, you can say stop at any time. we’re not forcing you to be here. if you say no to an idea, we won’t do it. stuff like that. okay?”

you blinked at him. he seemed so genuine, really making sure he was thorough in his explanations of the paperwork and of your position in this. it helped you take a deep breath and nod. “i know. i’m all good.”

“awesome. you seem like a real trooper.” he chuckled in a deep, rumbly voice, and finally held the pen back out to you. 

you took it, your soft fingers brushing over his rough skin and making you feel like your hand was alight in flames. you signed your name at the bottom of the form, dated it, and slid it back across the desk to kirishima. he just grinned at you and shoved the paper into the desk again.

“bakugou! come on, man! she’s all good!” kirishima leaned his head around the partition, and you jumped slightly when the familiar voice of kirishima’s partner sounded from the back of the shop.

“i fucking heard you the first time, i’m not fucking deaf!”

“well, just hurry up!” kirishima laughed and turned back to you. “sorry, he’s a real stickler for making sure his spot is all clean. i’m clean, but he’s a neat freak.”

“who’re you calling a neat freak, red?” a slightly shorter man stepped out from down the hallway, and again you felt your breath catch in your throat.

he was still tall, but far more intimidating in his black wife beater and jeans. he took off his mask that had been covering the lower half of his face, revealing a nose piercing and snake bites around plush lips. his fluffy blonde hair was standing up in all the right places, piercing red eyes looking your form up and down as he cracked his knuckles. his arms were littered patchwork-style, much different than kirishima’s full sleeves, and he clearly liked to hit the gym seven days a week.

you gulped and shifted your weight as bakugou’s eyes drifted over you. “name’s katsuki bakugou. you’ve already met red. didya sign the form?”

“uh, yes. all of the forms.”

“great.” his eyes locked on yours. clearly, this guy was all about professionalism and business, at least while he was on the clock. then he turned his head to kirishima. “so, where did you want to start her?”

you found yourself laid down on your chest, head turned to the side to stare at bakugou’s back as he organized something off to the side. music was playing, but you could hardly hear it over the buzzing of the tattoo gun and the weight of kirishima’s hand on your back.

you chewed on your lip as you felt the needle trace over the skin of your lower back, occasionally lifting to get more ink, only to return and start the ministrations over again. it wasn’t an easy spot to get ink done; tramp stamps were adorable and sexy, but the skin on that part of a person’s back is notoriously thin. despite this, however, you always found the pain to be… enjoyable. 

you felt kirishima’s free hand slide over to the middle of your back, splaying out, applying some pressure to get a better angle as he leaned over you. if he wasn’t wearing a mask, you would be able to feel his warm breaths fanning out against your sensitive skin. your eyes fluttered and you did your best not to move as your neurons fired over the sheer size of his hand against your back. splayed out like that, his fingertips were on one side and the heel of his hand almost felt like it was on the other. perhaps your perception was being warped on account of the buzzing needle poking your back, but you couldn’t be entirely sure.

kirishima added more pressure even as the needle lifted away from your skin, pushing you down into the bed, making you squeak softly. bakugou’s head turned briefly to you, glinting in the white overhead lighting almost devilishly, before turning away again.

“so,” kirishima’s low voice made you flinch slightly, having been entranced by the weight of him looming over your form, “i don’t really see any ink on you. is this your first time?” you heard him chuckle into his mask as he waited for you to relax again, his thumb rubbing circles into your skin to calm you down, before pressing the needle down again. “sorry, didn’t mean to scare you, hun.”

you felt like some kind of high schooler talking about her virginity. “it’s- it’s fine. no, it’s not my first, but it’s my first big one. i’ve got a little one on my ankle.”

“your ankle?” he repeated, still pressing the needle to your skin and definitely coloring a shape in. “who did that for you? wasn’t us.”

“right, yeah.” you giggled slightly, really trying not to move as you wiggled the foot that held the little tattoo. “just an old friend who was an apprentice somewhere else.”

“ankle’s a rough place for a first tattoo,” grumbled bakugou, finally turning towards you and sitting down in a chair a little ways away, manspreading in your peripheral. “how’d you sit for that?”

“it hurt, but i liked it.” you mumbled back honestly, glancing back when you felt kirishima put the tattoo gun down and reach with a gloved hand towards your ankle, bending your leg at the knee to study the work.

“hm. it’s real cute on you, but i would’ve done it a little different.” his thumb brushed over the tattoo, over the thin skin of your ankle, sending a spike of heat through your body. “i could touch it up later.” he guided your leg back down and brushed his hand over the back of your thigh briefly before picking his tattoo gun back up and reapplying that heavy pressure to your back again.

“yeah, okay…” you murmured breathily, feeling small underneath kirishima’s weight and the power of bakugou’s gaze where he was staring at you, at kirishima, at how kirishima’s hands left indents in your skin as he worked.

your mouth felt like it was full of cotton, your head feeling like all the blood had drained from it and gone south. you shouldn’t be thinking like this, feeling like this, not while effectively getting stabbed thousands of times per minute.

bakugou hummed as he stood up again to get within your line of sight. “you said you liked the pain, huh? you one of those weird people that gets a high off of getting ink done?”

you felt your face burst with heat, unable to move as you opened your mouth and stammered. kirishima chuckled behind his mask.

“don’t tease, kats.”

“‘m not teasin’. i was just sayin’ that i agree with her.” bakugou smirked at you before stepping around the wall to go get a water from the fridge.

kirishima’s free hand slid from your middle back to just above your ass, his thumb rubbing into the fabric of your tight skirt as he worked.

“you’re sitting really well for this, doll. ‘m proud. probably one of my favorite things to do is back tattoos. especially these.”

you hummed softly in the back of your throat, probably mumbling a thank you that just made him laugh again.

you didn’t say anything when his free hand squeezed your ass as he leaned back to get more ink in the gun.

kirishima had spread the second skin across your pretty new tramp stamp with precision, making sure it wouldn’t wrinkle or peel away until your tattoo was healed. you were given a snack of chips and a bottle of water to recuperate while bakugou prepped his area, pulling on a mask and snapping black latex gloves over his hands. “so, how ya feelin’?”

“good,” you took a breath as you capped your water, sitting quietly on the tattoo bench and waiting to move to the piercing table. “ready to move on, i guess.”

“hope you don’t mind, but i took some photos when red was doing you.” he glanced over his shoulder, and you smiled and waved it off.

“i don’t mind at all. my friend didn’t believe me when i said i was actually gonna come.”

“that so?” bakugou cocked a brow, his mouth hidden behind the black mask. “anyway, what’re you thinking for this next bit? industrial? nose?”

“ah.” you shifted on the bench, glancing away from him as kirishima rounded the corner. “i was, uh. i was thinking i could get my… i could get my nipples pierced first? get the worst ones out of the way?”

kirishima blinked once and immediately shot a look to bakugou, who made eye contact. it was like telepathy; there was a silent exchange between them before bakugou nodded and waved for you to step over. “sure, whatever. it’s definitely not the worst pain, though.”

“really?” you stood on jelly legs and walked over to the piercing bench, sitting down in front of bakugou, who pulled a chair over to sit.

“mhm. worst i would say for a girl is the clitoral hood.”

you flushed and shook your head. “no thanks. i think i’ll stick to this for now.”

“okay.” bakugou sat back in his chair, staring at you. you stared back, tilting your head. bakugou furrowed his brows and clicked his tongue, making an ‘up’ motion with two fingers. only then did it click that you needed to take your shirt off.

you looked around as you started to tug your tank top up, looking over at kirishima, who was leaning against the wall with fascination. “ah, sorry! if you really want, i can leave.”

“no! no, it’s fine.” you shook your head, and finally got the courage to lift your tank top up and over your head. in preparation for this, you had simply forgone your bra in the morning.

you were left in just your skirt and panties, essentially. kirishima hummed low in his throat, earning him a glare from bakugou. you felt like you were on fire when bakugou reached a hand out to your shoulder. “lay back. slow.”

you shuddered under his grasp and laid back on the table, bringing your feet up and bending your knees to be a little more comfortable. your nipples pebbled and hardened from the cold air of the parlor.

bakugou studied your tits with an intense gaze, clearly focused on his job in a way that kirishima was not. where kirishima was flirty, groping and grabbing, bakugou was cold and practiced.

“so this is gonna go something like this. one of these is gonna hurt more than the other. when i tell you, you gotta breathe in, and then breathe out all at once. it’ll make the pain a little easier to handle.”

“okay.”

“i’ll be quick, but we gotta do one at a time.” he grabbed a skin safe marker and finally his hands reached for one of your tits, rubbing his thumb into the skin as he marked where the needle would enter and exit. you felt like you were shaking, being grabbed and examined in such a professional manner.

“you can’t have any fuckin’ saliva or jizz or whatever touch these till they’re fully healed, you got that?”

you squeaked, almost jumping in surprise at his words, before laughing and shaking your head. “no worries there.”

“you sure?” bakugou tilted his head, eyebrow raised, and kirishima laughed as he walked over towards the bench.

you didn’t get a chance to answer bakugou, because kirishima was by your head, offering his massive hand to you. “you can squeeze my hand so you don’t pass out.”

you looked up at him through your lashes, squirming on the bench as bakugou squeezed your tit. you didn’t answer, just reaching your hand up to hold onto kirishima’s. his hand was large, warm, and so rough. you wanted to feel his-

“alright sugar. take a deep breath in for me.”

you sucked in a breath through your teeth, and then suddenly a white hot pain shot through your body, something never experienced before. your vision whited out and you may or may not have cried out and dug your nails into kiri’s hand, gripping it tightly.

your head swam as you were encouraged to breathe, and then to breathe in again as the wide bar was slipped through the new piercing. you yelped and jerked on the table, making bakugou put his gloved hand flat between your tits to try and ground you. “relax, brat. stay fucking still. gotta get this stupid ball on.”

“aw, she’s cryin’.” kiri chuckled and rubbed his thumb over your knuckles. your cheeks did feel wet as the pain subsided slowly. you whimpered as bakugou leaned away from you and reached to grab another needle package and the second bar.

“one more, drama queen. you can do it. just one more.”

“already?” you whined, shaking your head at him as he scooted his chair closer to get a better angle on your other nipple.

you did not get a chance to beg for mercy. “breathe in deep, good fuckin’ girl.”

you screamed this time. bakugou had been right, one hurt more than the other. your head felt so light all of a sudden, your vision blurring as you gripped kirishima’s hand like a vice and shook. your breath punched out of you when the bar was pushed through and the little ball at the end was screwed on.

you stared up at the ceiling and tried to get your bearings as kirishima let go of your hand to pet your hair and keep it away from your tears. “you did it, pretty girl. you got it. just breathe. did such a great job, yeah?”

you gathered your thoughts together as you listened to bakugou get up and take his gloves and his mask off, tossing them away, ever the professional. he walked back over to where you were laying and held up a mirror over you to show you your new jewelry. the sight made the pain worth it; your nipples, perky and red and hard, glittering with bars pushed through.

“what do ya think?” bakugou cocked his head at you, and you let out a deep breath.

“they look… really nice.”

“really sexy, more like.” kirishima chuckled over you as he openly ogled your chest.

you made a noise of surprise, which was immediately followed by your voice getting caught in your throat when bakugou’s free hand moved to start rubbing up and down your thigh. “you okay?”

“y-yeah.”

“you need a break?”

“i think so.”

bakugou nodded and looked to kirishima, who broke into a grin and bent over you just a little, his voice dropping an octave. “let’s take a nice long break, then, huh doll? you think you might wanna relax a bit with us? take your mind off the pain?”

“what?” you shifted to sit up on your elbows, wincing from the pain in your chest, looking between them.

kirishima laughed, “come on, doll. i know you didn’t come in here wearing just that tiny skirt for nothin’.”

“you can say no.” bakugou’s hand moved off your thigh, clearly the more level headed of the two. “we’ll take a break and come back in a half hour to keep going-“

“wait.” you flushed and put up a hand to make him shut up, glancing between them. “you’re not- together?”

“well, yeah, fucking obviously we are,” bakugou rolled his eyes at you while kiri chuckled, “but if we see a hot chick, we’re not gonna say no.”

“true.” kiri was practically purring.

they were standing over you, broad shoulders and tattooed hands and muscle, red eyes honed in on your shirtless form, and for some reason you allowed your inhibitions to fall away.

you took a deep breath and pouted. “just don’t make me get an infection on my new piercings.”

“never.” bakugou cracked his first real grin, foxlike and dirty, already moving back down towards your legs to start pushing your knees apart. you sat up a bit more, onto your hands, sucking in a breath when the bench dipped under bakugou’s added weight as he pushed your knees far apart and revealed your plain cotton panties with an obvious wet spot in the crotch, your pussy throbbing with the realization.

bakugou hummed as he slid rough fingertips down the insides of your thighs. “look at that shit, red. she’s already soaked. got this pretty pussy all needy even after pokin’ her.”

“figured as much. she was all spaced out during her tat.” kiri’s meaty hand slipped around the column of your throat, practically engulfing it in one palm as he turned your head to make you look up at him.

you gasped, and kirishima’s mouth came crashing down onto yours; he had to practically crouch to get even close to you where you were sitting. your hands flew up to his hair, body twisting slightly as bakugou started to work his fingers along your hips to further push your skirt up around them.

you felt yourself start to whimper as bakugou pushed your panties to the side and slipped two fingers through your wet folds. you shook and moaned as his fingers skillfully rubbed slow circles into your clit, making your hips jerk.

kiri laughed against your lips and squeezed his hand slightly around the column of your throat, pulling away from your mouth to look at your dazed expression. “lay back, doll.”

he guided you back to lay on the bench again, letting go of your throat only for a moment to start unbuckling his belt. “kats, i’m takin’ her mouth first, mkay?”

“hm?” bakugou glanced up from where he was licking his lips, about to press his nose to your pussy. “oh, yeah sure whatever. i’m getting a taste first.”

“someone’s got an oral fixation.”

“shut the fuck up, you red-haired loser.”

you felt yourself start to giggle at their interactions, but suddenly there were lips wrapped tightly around your cliff and a fat cock hanging over your face, drooling with pre.

you swallowed as your mouth practically started to water. your head was spinning as bakugou worked his tongue against your clit, a finger starting to push its way into your right, wet heat. you moaned and felt your eyes flutter, fingers curling into the sides of the piercing bench. “ah, i-i don’t know if i can fit-“

“shh. all you gotta do is swallow. can you try just the tip?” kiri cocked his head at you, suddenly all puppy eyes as he stroked his cock to his boyfriend eating you out.

you whimpered and nodded. how could you say no? you ground your hips against bakugou’s face as your lips parted, and kirishima pushed just the fat head of his cock past them with a low groan.

you felt full. bakugou started to push a second finger into your weeping hole, drool and your juices dripping down his chin and dotting the bench as he ate you out and found the spongy spot within you that made your back arch off the bench, knees attempting and failing to snap shut around his head. bakugou growled against your pussy, unhappy with you disturbing his meal.

you couldn’t respond what with kirishima shallowly thrusting into your mouth, working inch after inch into you. you felt his heady tip hit the back of your throat as your head hung down over the edge of the bench, and you coughed and sputtered.

“shh, careful, careful. breathe.” his hand returned to your throat, feeling the way he slipped further and further in. his balls hung down in your face as he started to effectively fuck your throat, groaning when you whined around him.

you did your best to suck his cock, slobbering and drooling down your cheeks as your eyes rolled back when bakugou removed his mouth and rubbed circles into your clit with his thumb. “she tastes fuckin’ good.”

“yeah? y’think so?”

“yeah,” bakugou breathed out, almost like an offering, and as he pulled his fingers out of your wet pussy, he shoved them directly into kirishima’s mouth.

kiri groaned loudly and sucked on bakugou’s fingers with the eagerness of a dog, gripping your throat with one hand and bakugou’s wrist in the other. he made sure bakugou’s fingers were clean before letting go and rolling his hips against your face. “shit.”

“mhm.” bakugou was panting as he hurriedly fussed with his jeans, shoving them down enough to get his cock free. it was difficult, positioning himself on the bench, but he made it work as he slapped his tip against your clit.

you cried out and gagged again on kirishima’s fat cock, gurgling pathetically while they both laughed at you.

“poor babydoll,” bakugou hissed, pressing his tip to your entrance, “she can hardly breathe, eiji.”

“she’s doin’ a good fucking job. i can feel how deep i am in her throat.”

“i can fuckin’ see that.” bakugou snapped right back before taking a deep breath and sinking so slowly into your pussy.

your walls fluttered around his cock as he sheathed himself inside you, one hand gripping your hip dangerously tight and the other reaching to grab for kirishima’s free hand. “fuck, red, she feels so fucking tight.”

“if- if you think her pussy’s tight, wait till you feel her throat.” kiri panted lowly as he grabbed his boyfriend’s hand over you.

you felt like an object, a plaything, lightheaded and so, so full, almost screaming when they both started to fuck into you at once; they were slightly off pace, both focused on their own pleasure, chasing their highs and smothering you all the while.

kirishima’s hand slid from your throat to the middle of your chest, a compressing weight that left you truly breathless as his balls practically smacked into you. you did your best to try and suck his cock, really, you did, but it was so difficult when bakugou was bullying your pussy and making you shake and cry out.

kirishima was the first to falter, his hips starting to jerk erratically as your vision blurred from tears of pleasure. “oh fuck yeah, fuck, ‘m gonna cum-“

“already? pathetic.” bakugou snapped, only egging kirishima on and making him whine as he tossed his head back and came deep in your throat, making you gag and choke.

he didn’t pull out until the thick, heady ropes of his cum were seated on your tongue, taking a step back to let his fat cock slap wetly against his thigh. it was clear, then, that his refractory period was short; he was already at half mast again as he watched bakugou fuck you into the bench, hiking one of your legs up around his waist to get deeper.

you cried out loudly, voice ragged and ruined as bakugou’s thumb returned to your clit.

“come on pretty girl, lemme feel you cum around my fuckin’ cock first. come on. i know you’re close. i can feel ya squeezin’ me in. shit, baby, fucking cum for me.”

your back arched off the table and your eyes rolled back as you came hard around his cock, your vision going white as you jerked and spasmed on the table. bakugou moaned and dropped his head forward, holding on until the last second when he could pull out and cum all over your twitching cunt, jerking himself off all the way. thick ropes of cum splattered against your skin and made you shiver, all parts of you sensitive.

kirishima, cock still out and hard again, stepped over to swipe his fingers through your pussy and get a taste of yours and bakugou’s cum, groaning deep in his throat as he pressed an almost chaste kiss to bakugou’s cheek. “you wanna fuck her throat next?”

“fuck yes i do.”

[dunesofpriam]

Actually, the reason misgendering is hurtful is because it sucks having people tell you you're something you're not. It's hard enough to be born into the wrong body and to deal with the ways one's mind can try to destroy you because it recognizes how you exist as wrong, it doesn't help that when you ask someone for a little respect they spit in your face. Calling me a woman isn't wrong because being a woman is a bad thing to be, it's wrong because I was never supposed to be one and the "female body" I was born into just feels like a cheap, ill fitting costume that is constantly choking me. All most of us want is to be treated with respect. Me being trans isn't anymore of an ideology than me being bisexual is.

I'm sure it does hurt having someone tell you you're something you're not. When I was a kid my grandma told me dragons aren't real so I can't have one as a pet. Made me cry.

That doesn't make dragons real.

You can't be born in the wrong body, that mindset is born out of a the view that your body is just some vessel for your mind. You are the whole thing. Your body is you. I can understand you may have a condition(s) which make your life harder and I sympathize with that.

You say you were never supposed to be born into a female body; says who? Either you're looking to religion (which I don't ascribe to and can simply tell you I don't share your faith) or you're looking to biology, which has yet to show any actual physical condition which causes a person to be trans. At best you could say you were never supposed to feel you should have been male.

You will never be able to escape your female body, because you are female. Therefore your body will always be a female body. Perhaps if you were a frog or a parrot fish, but alas, we cannot change sex. You might feel no longer trapped if you were "perceived" as male - so you're referring to the societal constructs around male and female, in which case; congrats! That is the core of radical feminism - to deconstruct that. Women are adult female humans in the same way a bull is a male cow. It's just the term used to differentiate our sexually dimorphic species. No further inferences which can be controlled by free will should be ascribed to that, however those decisions made under free will should be analyzed and discussed to identify the societal factors causing them, and to figure out whether there is a biological component.

[minniesmutt]

Oooh okay congrats btw and I have TWO b/c I can't make up my mind and you can just pick one PLEASE!!

1. Wolf!Chan X human!reader

'Oh no not until you beg'

OR...

1. Siren!Hyunjin X human!reader

'You look good enough to eat'

Because get it??? He's a siren haha

Hope these are good! Thank you 🙏

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     The ocean was dangerous; heavily unexplored and no one knew what lurked below. But if the creatures below wanted to be seen, they’d show.

     “You’re back,” Hyunjin smiled as he swam from the ocean entrance to the enclosed cove.

     “I promised I would be,” Y/n smiled as she dropped her bag down and sat on the ledge, dipping her feet in the water as the siren swam closer.

     “Going to actually get in the water with me today?” Hyunjin asked

     “I’m not going out in the ocean,” Y/n told him

     “We won’t. Just float in here,” Hyunjin offered 

     “Alright,” Y/n agreed, standing up and taking off her shorts and top, leaving her in the swimsuit she wore underneath. 

     Hyunjin helped her into the water, instantly pulling her close to him to lap her afloat easier. He’d never deny his attraction to the human, but that didn’t mean he’d say it to her either. He knew their relationship could never work. Two different worlds and they were sneaking around in coves. But having her this close and the way she looked in the swimsuit was making him question all of it. 

     “Hyunjin?” Y/n asked 

     “Hm?” He hummed

     “What are you thinking about?” She asked, brushing back his wet hair

     “Thinking how you look just about good enough to eat.”

     “Coming from a siren, that’s a little scary.”

     “Not like that.”

     Even in the cold water, Y/n felt like her body was on fire. Hyunjin just weirdly confessed to her and all she could do was kiss him. The siren wrapped her legs around his hips and pushed them up against the rocky wall of the cave. “Hyunjin,” Y/n moaned

     “Need you,” Hyunjin said, practically tearing the fabric off her before disappearing underwater. Y/n looked down, seeing the black hair floating as he moved her legs over his shoulders.

     Y/n barely managed to grab hold of the rocks behind her when she felt his plump lips she spent hours staring at wrap around her clit. A gasp left her as he sucked on the bud, his nails digging into the tops of her thighs to keep her close to him. 

     She felt a twinge of guilt that she might be covering his gills but the way his tongue danced with her clit made her forget quickly. She let her head fall back against the rocky wall. Her moans echoing off the walls as Hyunjin pushed tw webbed fingers into her. She managed to reach underwater and grab a handful of his hair. 

     She couldn’t hear him moan but she could definetly feel the sound vibrating her clit. His lips and tongue working the small bundle of nerves all while his fingers brushed up against her walls. She didn’t know how much longer she was going to last between his lips and fingers. 

     Her body felt hot as her back arched off the wall of the cave and the knot she barely felt forming snapped. Cumming on the siren’s fingers and feeling his tongue on her entrance too. If it wasn’t for Hyunjin holding her up she would sink into the water. He came up from the water and wrapped his arms around her waist to keep her steady.

     “Taste better than I thought,” he teased

     “Think you’re tongue works better than a siren song,” Y/n told him, arms wrapping around his shoulders

      “Let’s get you on land, maybe get to our main course.”

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[mochie85]

CONGRATS ON A THOUSAND FOLLOWERS! Well earned! :D

Here's a song ask, hope it inspires you! Lets Get Lost by Bat for Lashes https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_bMpBY_xGcA

Let's Get Lost

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Summary: Loki helps you find something new to be passionate about. Pairing: Loki x Female Reader Word Count: 1.9k Warnings: fluff, angst, one-night stand, P in V twice 😮😏 A/N: Part of my 1k Celebration, sorry this took so long my dear, @ijuststareatstuffhereok89. Thank you for the request 🥰 Also based on this song from Beck & Bat for Lashes

The wind was blowing wild from the seventieth-floor balcony where you hid. The smoke from your cigarette wafted off as soon as you exhaled it. The night air stung your open wounds. You’re pretty sure you were bruised all over the top half of your body. You should have gone to the med bay as soon as the jet landed.

The combat suit you still had on was torn from the shoulder blade down to your elbow. But it didn’t matter. You would get it replaced. There was always a replacement. A sense of repetitiveness washed over you that got mind-numbing.

Fight. Get hurt. Repeat.

Fight. Get hurt. Repeat.

Sometimes you’d win. Other times you’d lose. But there was always another suit. For another fight. Nothing changed.

The slider door clicked and opened. “There you are.” His voice was muted, but gravelly. A sense of boredom crept into his tone. Maybe he felt it too? The monotony.

He sat down next to you on the vacant patio chaise. He crossed his legs as he leaned back and placed his hands behind his head, sighing with mild content.

“What is it, Loki?”

“How are you feeling?”

“I’m golden,” you said sarcastically. Loki huffed a low chuckle. A comfortable silence spread between the two of you. You closed your eyes, listening to him breathe as you tried to take stock of the sores and bruises on your body.

“Do you ever get sick of it?” his low voice sharp against your ear. “The day-to-day saving of humanity. The endless struggle to care and not let the bad guys win. Just let them demolish the whole planet,” he said waving his hands in the air.

“At least it’ll be different,” you chuckled. You didn’t know why you found that amusing. You rolled your eyes as you offered him your cigarette.

“Precisely,” Loki said, taking it off your fingers and giving it a puff of his own. His smoke was thicker and denser.  Swirls formed in an intricate dance in the air. “When you joined, did you think it was going to be like this?” he asked you.

You sighed with apathy, “Honestly? Yeah, I guess. Travel the world. Meet new people. Save the galaxy. But I never thought it would lose its luster for me. Am I a bad person for thinking that?”

“No. It just means you have cravings. Passion. A symptom of having a soul.” Loki said with the cigarette still on his lips.

“So what do you do? How do you fix it?”

“Coming from a being who’s lived over a thousand years, you find something new to do,” he said flicking the ash on the tray and then handing you back your cigarette. “Find it. Get lost in it. Until you find something new again.”

You took it gingerly and placed it in your mouth. You took one last hit as you stood up and exhaled. You looked out into the skyline. Millions of people living their lives, and you wonder if any of them have found a passion worth holding onto. A passion worth getting lost in. You turned around to face Loki, only to find that he’s been watching you this entire time.

You snuffed out the cigarette on the tray and slowly straddled him on his chair. His eyebrows piqued as his smirk grew wider. “Well, this is new.”

“Just for tonight…” you whispered leaning closer to him.

“…darling…” he said to your lips.

“…let’s get lost.” You closed the gap between your lips and kissed him deeply. He sucked on your bottom lip, moaning as you ground into him. The unexpected turn of events had him hard within seconds. His hands found your waist and slowly traveled their way down to the curve of your hips. He pulled you closer to him making you widen your thighs.

He bent his knees, trapping you in your seat. You arched your back, rolling your head slightly, and rested on his thighs. Loki had the perfect view of you. His hands roamed up your torso, cupping your breast and snaking them around your neck- pulling you back to his hungry kiss. His fingers trace the exposed part of your skin. From your graceful neck, down to the valley of your breast. You savored it, whining when he took his touch away.

His cool fingers pulled the zipper of your suit down uncovering the bruises you were hiding underneath. He delicately peeled off the top half of your suit, leaving you bare. “I’ll be gent-”

“No!” you interrupted him. “I want to feel it. I want to feel everything.”

“Everything?” he asked as he traced your lips with his fingers. He pulled you closer, devouring your lips again.

“Everything,” you moaned.

“How exactly do you want to feel, kitten? Do you want to feel strong? Powerful?” Loki guessed since you were the one who initiated the tryst. His grip on your hair got tighter keeping your face flushed with his.

“Or do you want to surrender? Do you want to feel submissive? Degraded? Begging for your release on top of my hard cock?” Loki ripped the rest of your suit, leaving you exposed in your underwear. Your body was weak and shivering from the fight earlier that night. Now, you shook from the craving you were experiencing. The passion you were getting lost in. “Faen,” he murmured faintly under his breath, as his eyes drank you in.

Your hands crept down onto the buckle of his pants and freed him. He felt hot and needy as you squeezed. Looking down, he was more than you expected. Red-hot at the tip and thicker by the base. He smirked upon seeing your eyes widen. He whimpered in your hand as you stroked him hard and thick. “Ride me,” he moaned. “Fuck me,” he said short of begging.

He traced the inseam of your panties and pulled it to the side. You placed his dripping tip at the entrance of your wet heat and teased him. You ran him up and down your folds, savoring the flick toward your clit at the end.

“You tease,” he huffed as he thrust himself upward into your waiting cunt, surprising you and making you yelp. You fell forward onto him, and he captured your lips in between his teeth. He was obsessed with your kiss. Obsessed with how your soft lips molded to his.

You felt him stretch you. The sudden uptilt made you ache and squeeze around him. He savored the sensation as he hung his head back, moaning. His jaw tightened and he huffed.

“…Loki…” you moaned.

“Now, sit!” He commanded as he looked straight into your eyes and pulled you down all the way to his hilt.

You were left speechless- gasping for air as the sudden intrusion onto your tight walls filled you. You had almost forgotten who you were dealing with. Loki’s brief demonstration of strength reminded you of how much stronger he is. How much he could manipulate your body and bend it to his will.

He started to push you off and then slam you back down on his hard length. “You’re… squeezingme… ohsotight… kitten,” he managed to say in between thrusts and his heavy breathing. His deep voice resonated in your body.

You wanted more. You needed more. He felt so good thrusting inside you. Each drive sends a tingling sensation throughout your nerves. You felt weightless and out of breath. Every thought, every feeling, every breath came together and centered where you and he collided.

“That’s it, kitten…don’t stop…fu-…don’t stop…” Your hips took over, using his shoulders as leverage, and grinding against him. The rough denim of his jeans rubbed against your inner thighs. You welcomed the burn as it only added to the fire, the yearning to be good for him.

Loki pulled your body flushed with his and wrapped his arms tight around you. He placed your taut nipple into his mouth, running his tongue in circles, flicking them, and sucking them hard in between his lips.

The sensation made you roll your head back and scream out your orgasm.

He pumped his hips upward a few more times before he held you still on his throbbing cock. You could feel him pulse inside you. He growled his release with your nipple still in his teeth. His spent dripped down your sides as his cock tapped your sensitive nub with every thud.

Your lungs were on fire. Your throat burned from your gasping screams. Distracted by the sweet pain in your chest, Loki managed to turn both of you sideways, his chest to your back. “One of the many things you’ll learn about laying with a god is that I’m not so easily satisfied,” he said as he lifted your leg behind you, over his hips, and sank into you once again.

The moan you let out was unnatural and goddamn sexy to Loki. He held up your leg as he slammed into your wet folds over and over, hoping to make you moan like that again.

You held on to the side of the chaise. His groans of pleasure were ripe in your ear. He slipped his other hand under you, capturing one of your breasts. He tweaked your pebbled nipple, pinching and pulling it hard, making you whimper.

“Is that what you like, kitten?” he growled licking the shell of your ear.

“Please, Loki. Please don’tstop... don’tstop… don’t stop.” The wave of desire coiled inside you once again.

“I won’t, sweetness. Just moan for me one more time.” He commanded. And you obeyed. With one last thrust and pinch, you came again.

You could hear his heavy panting as his sweet breath fanned your face. You could feel the frantic beating of his heart on your back as he held you still once more against him. He squeezed your body in his vice-like grip, spilling his seed, as his mouth sought yours once more.

“Fuck,” you keened into his waiting lips. His stuttered cry of pleasure was all you could hear as he turned you around to face him.

You didn’t know how long it took you to calm down from your bliss. His fingers traced your bare back, up and down, following the curve of your spine. You huddled closer to him in the chaise lounge, holding your arms close to your body for warmth. He held you tighter, his arms snaking around your hips. While his caressing hand clasped your head steadily to claim your lips once more.

“I should go,” you mumbled into his lips.

“Why?” he asked, invading your mouth with his tongue.

“They’ll be wondering where I am. Where you are.”

“Let them wonder,” he said kissing you fiercely, hoping to change your mind.

“Mmm…I have to go” you said smiling. “Do you mind?” you asked holding up your torn suit. Loki rolled his eyes and snapped his fingers, weaving together the stitches around your delicate body. Even so much as fixing the rip on your arm from the battle earlier.

Would this be an isolated incident, he wondered as he watched you zipper your suit up. All the monotony of day-to-day life and this was the first time he felt something worthy of his time. He was fascinated by you. It was why he sought you out earlier, how he came to be by your side tonight. After tasting your sweet kiss, he didn’t think he could let it go.

“Thank you,” you whispered, kissing him again on his soft lips. The intimate way you thanked him gave him hope. “Let’s get lost again, soon.”

“Same time tomorrow?” he proposed. You bit down on your lip and smiled as you got up and walked away, leaving him smiling with contentment. He had found his passion.

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[daytaker]

Lucifer has some explaining to do.

I have some questions for him.

Did he make Satan on purpose?

Did he know that making Satan was a thing that could happen?

Did Satan explode bodily from him? Like did a whole ass man come out?*

How did he decide they were brothers and not parent/child?

Why do his brothers accept that he's also their brother? Is it just because Lucifer said so?**

How does he justify to Diavolo that he has to keep this vicious ball of hate and fury in his castle because that's his brother actually? How much damage did Baby Satan do to that castle? Will Barbatos ever forgive him?

How did he explain Satan to Satan? Like...what do you say to an adult man you manifested in a moment of soul-crushing rage? "Oh hi, sorry for the identity crisis and crippling emotional issues, it's unfortunate that you were created to embody wrath, that sounds like it sucks"?

Totally unrelated, but did he have an interest in cursed things in Heaven or is this just a Devildom thing? Because he has that cursed record with the banshee recording in NightBringer, so it isn't like it's taken thousands of years for him to get into them.

*In my fic, I'm saying that the thing that Lucifer created wasn't a full person, but an essence, and it was by combining that essence with Lilith's body that Satan was made.*** (Not literally just sticking him in her body, obviously the brothers would recognize that immediately. But I think there needed to be a host body for the manifestation of wrath to actually become a person.)

**How hard was it for Belphie to accept Satan? I know he has a Devilgram where he's jealous of Satan sort of being the new youngest, but did it feel like Lucifer was getting a replacement for Lilith? How do you deal with losing and gaining a sibling at the exact same time? I say Belphie specifically because he's the one who would have the hardest time with this, 100%.

***Does this mean trans Satan? I don't know, I've never seen Lilith's anatomy either.****

****For all I know everyone's just a Barbie doll down there and all the horndoggery in the fandom is a lost cause. Except for Solomon, because I can confirm that humans have genitals. So maybe Solomon is the only bangable character in the series. Congrats to all Solomon simps. I don't know how I got to this point, this was not supposed to be about that.

[rarepears]

AU Idea: what if during a mission Shen Jiu found himself victim of a magical artifact which spirited him away in ancient Greece and he get unintendedly involved with some of the greek myths's plots?

The moral of this story ask is that any prompt related to Ancient Greece will lead Pears to immediately jump to "and [name] finds himself getting smashed by Zeus".

Shen Jiu gets smashed by Zeus.

Shen Jiu, through his (theoretical) knowledge of dual cultivation, cauldrons, and demonic cultivation based on human body fluids and more ends up becoming a minor deity by sucking up (literally as well as figuratively) some of Zeus' godhood.

Congrats Shen Jiu! You are the first of the Qing generation to ascend!

Unfornuately for Shen Jiu, he's got a very pissed off Zeus gunning for him as Zeus finds himself so weakened that he's no longer the top dog among the Greek pantheon... Oh and Hera would like a word too.

(Hm, would Zeus see about somehow tricking Shen Jiu into eating some Underworld fruits so that Shen Jiu is banished to live in the dreary underworld?

Add in a Luo Bingge who's jumping through dimensions for a nice shizun he can keeps and... things are interesting.

Just some thoughts to consider...)

[More in #Shen Jiu gets spirited away to Ancient Greece AU]

[misaldragon]

The mercs (and others) red flags.

Saw someone else do a post like this, hated it, decided to give it a try at it. Please keep in mind this is my personal list so if you don’t agree with something that’s a-okay. I welcome constructive criticism and questions.

Scout: Talks to people who aren’t there (See the comic where Zhanna tried to bed scout), major ego (to be fair he is god's favorite but still), will pick a fight with someone for you (If you have social anxiety like i do you’ll want to shrivel up and disappear), kills people (this is just going to be a given with all the mercs), and dates might be cheap due to him spending all his money on Tom Jones merch (Scout may set aside money for dates with you if you say you want to go somewhere else though but man cannot buy a house for the two of you).

Soldier: Man is as dumb as a bag of rocks (he drank led water cut him some slack… Also dumb enough to fall for just about any scam), like scout he will also fight someone for you but be much louder and bombastic about it (please i just was to not exist, no, don’t fight the dad in front of his kids), VERY proud american (as an american, this country sucks), and will yell at you, other people, anyone, that baby in the stroller? Getting yelled at! (Generally very loud person and doesn’t care who you are… Also kills people).

Pyro: Do you collect bones? You do now (Due to Pyro vision bones are probably candy or flowers or something to Pyro… They have good intentions but my god is it scary/creepy if you don’t know about Pyro vision), bones might be animal or human bones and also general body parts (Pyro vision again), will not shower around you.. Do they shower (they don’t want to be seen without their suit on but will let you clean the suit with them in it), and will probably steal your lighters (this is going off a hunch but also stealing is not something i like… Also kills people).

Heavy: Works very closely to Medic a lot of the time (and Medic is… A lot), VERY happy to do his job (and since his job is killing people this can be concerning), maybe a bit too attentive to his guns (can certainly be off putting to see a minigun in a small bed next to a larger one), and he was out of touch with his family (as shown in the comics when he's worried about his family only to find out they have been defending themselves just fine).

Engineer: Probably a workaholic so he may forget dates (note, he’ll also do his best to make it up to you if he does and start setting up reminders for himself he’s just not used to being in a relationship because of his job), makes southern sweet tea (as someone who lives in the south i know how sweet our tea is, if you don’t want cavities from looking at a drink don’t let him make sweet tea for you), probably shot at you before (mans paranoid because of spies, don’t sneak up on him), and would pressure you to ride a bull (mechanical or not but he’d prefer it to be mechanical and one he made to make sure it’s not to much, still won't take no for an answer when it comes to this only… Also kills people).

Demoman: Substance abuse (alcohol, congrats to the original you got one right), probably mommy/daddy issues (his mom seems to be an angry elderly woman, dad is dead so it seems there's something there but that could just be me), believes in monsters/ghosts (i don’t but given how the world of TF2 works this is more a IRL issue), has probably blown himself up at least once (possible that he might blow you up if he's REALLY drunk… Also kills people).

Medic: This man is a walking red flag, made a deal with the devil more than once, stole his pet doves, stole a wedding van, puts animal organs in people, manipulative (mostly seen with the tfc team when he had to manipulate them to put animal organs in them), stole a man's skeleton, medical malpractice, probably not mentally well, will take your organs, and kills people… Probably not all of it either.

Sniper: Can skin any animal or even person flawlessly and tell you how too (creepy, and i don’t want to know), very good stalker and hunter (he does this with you because he wants to surprise you with something you like but conversation is his weak point so this is the next best thing in his mind), Pyro isn’t the only one that’ll bring you animal bones (at least he’s a bit more tactful about it, making it into actual stuff like alligator teeth necklaces, deer antler coat hanger, and snake bone coasters for a few examples), probably doesn’t shower as much as he needs to (at least he brushes his teeth… Also kills people)

Spy: Will eventually leave you like he did all his other partners (which we can see with Scout's mother since he didn’t help raise Scout), is french (must i explain?), secret past (will keep as much of his past a secret as he can but also find out everything about you he can), and he never fully trusts you (he’s a spy, it’s understandable but sad.. Also kills people).

Miss pauling: Does not have time for you (unless you join her on missions but that is a large order), doesn’t fully trust you (this is from vibes), cannot fully devote herself to you or the relationship (her loyalty is to the administrator), can kill you without anyone noticing (its just scary to think about).

Saxton hale!: Can and will fight people for you even if the person just looked at you funny ( the police have been called several times), will fight a hippy just because they are a hippy (He really likes fighting), willingly and knowingly sells weapons to mercs (man can kill and condones it), will jump out of a plane with you… you have no choice.

[iamyimbo]

CRY GIRLY CRY! HAHAHAHAHHAHA

Ahem- lore time

- Wipe that blood off your face|part 1| -

"What do you mean?" Chosen asks walking over to the slightly shorter stick the thick blood on the ground sticking to his feet as he walked over to her.

"Cho I can't do this anymore- I don't like hurting fellow stickman..." Yim sniffed, She looked at Chosen holding back her tears.

"Oh! Th-That's fine! It's okay Yimmy you don't have to, you can stay home... while me and Dark do all this..." Chosen suggested but Yim didn't look satisfied.

"But I don't want you to do this anymore either, Chosen you're not a bad stick I know that, you don't have to hurt so many....You can stop now..." Yim grabbed one of Chosens hands holding it close to her chest "We can leave now, and go back to my PC and my creator she's really nice and I'm sure she would welcome you to stay, we can live there happily together, Just me and you~" Yim finished as she looked into Chosens eyes and he looked back.

Oh how Chosens digital heart ached for such...

The lack of cheering and congrats on all the killing had got Darks attention and he turned around to see Yim and Chosen staring at each other Yim now having hold of both Chosens hands Dark groaned "Ugh these two".

The red hollow head flew over and landed between them forcing the two to let go of each other "Heyyy you lovers what's going on over here? come on the party is where the blood is at!" Dark said cheerful holding his arms out towards all the dead bodies that laid around them.

Yim winced her tail slithering around and hissing at Dark, though it was quite, it got his attention.

"Someones not happy~" Dark purred at Yim who stepped back "I'm not exactly... look Dark I was talking to Chosen and-" Yim started but was quickly cut off by Dark.

"blah blah I get it you two love each other can we just go home??? It's getting dark and I'm hungry".

Dark yawned getting ready to fly off however he was quickly stopped when Yim blurted out.

"I'm not going home with y'all!" She yelped, Dark turned around "What do you mean? Where are you going to go then?" Dark asked.

"Dark, Chosens your best friend and I wanted to originally leave with him back to my PC but you could come with us, we won't have to kill, my creator will take care of us and we can play games together and do so much and-" Yim stopped seeing how Dark didn't look happy.

"and what? Be forced to do things we don't want to do!? CHOSEN! TALK SOME SENSE INTO HER!" Dark barked out at Chosen which caught him off guard as he jumped slightly.

"wha-Wha? " Chosen was confused by what he meant, if anything Chosen liked Yims plan, it sounded nice.

"Talk some sense into he tell her about our Creator and how humans SUCK!" Dark yelped out "I already know about your creator and I'm sorry it was bad for you but you don't have to linger in the past Dark you can move on, if you would just" Yim reached her hand out towards Darks shoulder but he slapped it away quickly catching Yim off guard.

"WE! don't WANT that, if you wanna go hide away like a coward and have some cursor take care of you, then be my guest, but we don't want anything to do with such, come on Chosen" Dark said grabbing Chosen's arm pulling him but he didn't budge, his gaze was stuck on Yim.

The two most important sticks in his life, there was a good choice to make.....but why couldn't he make it?...

Yim stood there for a few seconds before she flew off, slight zaps being heard from her and dark clouds formed in the sky as rain dropped down on them.

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Standing by the window watching the storm carry out Chosen hadn't said a word since him and Dark got home, was that the last time he would have ever gotten to see Yim?

Maybe she would change her mind and come back

Maybe he should go after her Chosens thoughts were interrupted by well...Dark who placed a hand of Chosens shoulder.

"Your thinking about her I know it, but don't feel bad I forgive you, I know you'll be over her soon!" Dark said smiling at Chosen before walking away.

Chosen didn't reply what could he reply with? What was there to be said...no Dark was right!

He would get over her and at least Dark forgave him, at least he still had Dark.

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Chapter 2. (Silly animation:3)

Credits: Written by Yimbo!| beta read by @oliveisashroom-123

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Congrats on your amazing achievement!!! To celebrate, I would love to see either a Wolffe or Cody piece with prompt #13. ❤️❤️❤️

➼ ɴᴏᴜʀ'ꜱ 500 ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴄᴇʟᴇʙʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

⋆ ★ ʜᴇʏ ʜᴇʏ! ɪ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄᴏᴅʏ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜɪꜱ, ᴀꜱ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇɴ'ᴛ ɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪᴍ ʏᴇᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ɢᴏᴛ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴀɴʏ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴡᴏʟꜰꜰᴇ 😳 ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ!

➼ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ ☆ "ɪ'ᴍ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴍᴀʀʀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ"

➼ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ ☆ ᴄᴏᴅʏ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

➼ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ☆ ᴏʀᴀʟ ꜱᴇx (ꜰ ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠɪɴɢ), ᴅᴇꜱᴘᴇʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏɴ ʙᴏᴛʜ ꜱɪᴅᴇꜱ, ᴄᴏᴅʏ ɪꜱ ᴀ ʙɪɢ ᴏʟ' ꜱᴏꜰᴛ ᴅᴏᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍ ꜰᴏʀ ɪᴛ

➼ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ☆ 543

➼ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰɪᴄ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ 18+ ᴅɴɪ

“Cody, Cody, ahh–”

The only tangible response you get is the slightest pull away from your sopping pussy and a breathless chuckle before he goes back to the task at hand.

He’s wanted you like this for weeks now. You know that when he comes home to you, pressing his entire body onto yours and kissing you breathless. Neither of you care that he’s still in his kit, it’ll come off anyway when you make it to the bedroom. You simply need each other as two human beings, two people so in love who can’t bear all the time apart. 

“`Missed you.” Through the waves of unrelenting pleasure, you manage to say what you both feel, but not without letting out a moan when you finish your thought. Cody hums, half as a response, half as a way to further stimulate you, the vibrations of his voice making your thighs shake under his grip. You sigh.

“I know,” Is his only response, but his tone isn’t smug. It’s instead an affirmation, assurance that you weren’t foolish in your wanton longing, and it makes you feel even the slightest twinge better. His tongue runs over you, slow and gentle, making you let out a delicate moan; Cody smiles into your pussy. 

“You’re so good to me, baby,” He mutters. You lift your head to glimpse his face and see how truly pussy-drunk he looks; his eyes are half-lidded, threatening to close as his jaw remains slack with his tongue hanging out, reveling in your taste. He’s perfect, you decide, and reach down to search for his hand. Once you do lazily interlock fingers, your head falls back again. “So, so good.”

Cody lets his tongue do most of the work, having it run through your lips to finely part them in articulate movements; sporadically, he allows it to push, find the shallow parts of your entrance and swirl it there. He pulls away the moment you begin to whimper, and every time you squeeze his hand in retaliation, whining louder for him to feel guilty.

“Oh, please,” You mewl pathetically; it’s hard to feel shame or dignity in your boyfriend’s presence, and frankly, you don’t wish to. “I’m so close, I–fuck–”

He takes your clit into his mouth as you’re talking and sucks, rendering you a gasping mess; your body twitches, and the hand not interlocked with yours presses to your stomach, pinning you to the mattress. Cody’s firm, his force as relentless here as it is on a battlefield, and you know he won’t let you slip past his hold until he has you gushing over his tongue.

You reach that peak fast. In your haze you buck against him, ass lifting off the soaked mattress to press your pussy onto his face. Whispers of your name leave you, choked and pushed from your chest as he gets his fill, and once you’re fully satiated, he lifts and moves your hand to run against his face, against all your juices.

“I’m gonna marry you just for doing that,” You sigh out, a dopey smile etched onto your please-ridden face.

Cody smiles, pressing a firm kiss to your palm, leaving a coat of wetness in its trail.

“Oh, it would be my honor, cyar’ika.”

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Vi vi vi I need to know immediately you saw a girl so pretty you FAINTED????

Re: the authors note on beloved- You canNOT say that you saw a girl so pretty you fainted and not tell us the story. Come on! Please 🥺(from @neil-kumiko)

be the violet

you are a young college drop out of twenty carrying around a mound of student debt and and an undiagnosed heart condition.

(This condition is called POTS, aka Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome aka Stand Up Fall Down Disease

What this means is that your body is unequipped to handle any disruption to its homeostasis without having a very petulant fit, dropping your blood pressure into the abyss, and removing all the blood from your brain. this is, as i'm sure you've guessed, not good. I'm sure you can see where this is going.)

so off you fuck to find someone willing to hire your squirrelly barely-medicated ass, and you wind up working in a Store, which we will call, for the sake of anonymity, Gollar Deneral. Gollar Deneral does not require any references nor physical aptitude confirmation, which sucks for them because they just hired the modern equivalent of a tight-laced victorian maiden with consumption

you are a cashier in this store (tho at Gollar Deneral, as I'm sure you are aware, that means you are an "everything" at this store). you are also autistic, and hate every brain-melting hell-screaming minute of this exercise in human restraint. to conserve even one or two of the veritable cutlery drawer of spoons it takes to do this job, you do not make eye contact unless strictly necessary

this will be your undoing

things that count as "disruption of homeostasis" to your shoddy meatsuit are what other bodies would describe as 'piddly little bitch tasks.' moving too quickly from one position to another, falling asleep too quickly, any amount of sweating or heat. this includes rapid increases in your heart BPM

you greet the customer but do not look at her. you finish scanning her items, briefly glance up for your customary microsecond of eye contact, and-

the room

starts

spinning

This, as you know, being me, is the alarm that POTS helpfully sets off seconds before disaster. "Sit down immediately!" says POTS, in the language of blacking out and your tongue going numb

Flutter flutter, says your heart, which in this body is a category five hurricane of an emergency

you see, this woman who has stopped at the register, is the most beautiful woman you've ever seen. her hair is obsidian black and shot through with dark browns and silvers, making it look like a three dimension river of soil, an Oread in the flesh. Her skin is the warm gold-brown of patina-ed oak wood, and she's wearing a matching leggings + coat + hat combo in dark purple wool, looking like she stepping out of a fairytale.

And you, since you are me, are very, very gay.

she furrows her brows at your sudden slack jawed silence, because the thing about not having blood in your brain is that your brain does not work when there's no blood in it

"Are you okay?" she says, setting her bare hand on your arm.

Congrats!

You are now unconscious.

When you are done doing your very impressive washed-up-jellyfish impression on the floor behind the counter and come to, your boss is already standing over you, having called an ambulance for your gay ass before you rejoined the landing of the living.

And the Night Angel, the Mountain Siren, she slumps in relief ("a kind heart! truly the most perfect woman to ever live!" says the part of your brain that has become a blithering moron in the face of pretty girl) and smiles (soft!! benevolent!! moonstruck in her light you are!)

"I'm so glad you're okay."

She does not wait for you to respond before leaving, which is good, because you almost fainted again there, just a little, and now you're revisiting the problem with brains and lack of blood again, you know how it is.

The EMTs arrive, and you spend the next twenty minutes trying to avoid admitting that the reason you had the organic version of a blue screen of death because you were, literally, too gay to function

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EEEEEE CONGRATS ON THE 130 FOLLOWERS LOVE!!! THAT'S SO EXCITING!!! <3<3<3

For a request how about Aonung and black fem reader, I could just imagine his awe when seeing the reader and then wanting to learn everything about reader and then eventually courting and mating with them!

Thank you so much for the request you are my first Ao'nung girlie and let me tell you I had and am having a blast writing this. So this kinda got away from me, a one shot turned multi chapter that's how much I love this request I suppose!. Any way here at least chapter one of Sun-Kissed Siren

Sun-kissed Siren

Chapter 1 His Tsawksyul

Paring: adult ao'nung x fem!dreamwalker adult reader

Word count: 8.8k

Warning: suggestive language and a fastish burning bright love trope, but there will be smut,

Y/n sat  with the other scientists the only one without an avatar, it wasn’t by choice you had to wait another month or 2 before it was ready as one of the last scientist to arrive your avatar had to be made on planet nearly 6 long years ago. You watch the other avatar drivers interact with the Na’vi while you in human form swung in a hammock  anchored by 2 floating mountain pieces above the main hut of the avatars wishing you could have gone with Neytiri and Jake not that you  didn't like it here, It was just painfully obvious how different you were but similar that and you really couldn’t help much outside helping Moat with post raid injuries. 

“Y/N!!”  A voice calls out causing you to look over the edge down below to see Norm. You make a loud chirp from the back of your throat to get his attention and  jumps down “ there you are come on get changed and grab whatever you need we are going to the reef clans to meet up with Jake and to check in on things” If you had a tail it would have been thrashing in excitement Norm giving a smile at your obvious elation he had to admit out of all the scientists you were the most fascinated by this world  but you adapted well to pandora as if you were born on the wrong planet. “Give me 30 minutes i swear i will be quick” you grab your bag stuffing the myriad of things you had made for not only your best friends Jake and Neytiri but for their kids who had taken to calling you their aunt. You knew from what Norm and Max had said about the reef of pandora and the clans; by the sea , sunny, something different from the humid forest. 

You quickly change clothes from your normal wrapped halter crop top and double slit skirt to a simple black cropped tube top  with a matching bikini bottom and a hand woven sarong kiri helped her make one hot summer day as they sat cooling off by the river and your bare feet even before getting to pandora you hated shoes and now in a clan that saw no use for them you ditched them day one. You kept your hair out the hip length mass of waves and curls would take too long to wrangle you can maybe get Kiri or Tuk to help. 

Norm looks at you trying to hold in a laugh “ going to the beach y/n?” You punch his Navi form in the leg “shut up Norm until my avatar body is ready im a freaking recluse let me have this, breathing implant or not it sucks being stuck here 90 percent of the time “ you protest as the helicarrier took off to the reef clans. 

Ao'nung was walking along the beach clan duties had been cut short though he had no idea why until he saw his sister chatting with the 4 sully kiss who looked excited "Y/N is coming today" Tuk said excited her voice reaching his ears. "It's been so long I wonder if she brought us gifts she said she would" she says. His sister Tsireya looks confused but happy for their excitement as she touched Lo'ak's arm. "Who is Y/N?" Loak smirks looking genuinely happy when he spoke "our Aunt she is very close with our dad and mom even helped fight against the sky people which is a lot seeing how she is a sky person"  he says. Ao'nung scoffs a sky demon betraying its own kind. "Well she shouldn't be here she can't even adapt or connect." He mutters, before anyone could answer the loud sound of the helicraft flew over them to a open spot on the beach. Tuk runs happy "come on come on let's go she's here" she calls the others trailing behind.

Y/n stepped off the craft jumping down humming feeling the soft sand and salty air on your skin you could sunbathe and bask in this for hours "I'm in love already" you murmurs your honey brown eyes sparkling with happiness. "Y/N!!!" You smile hearing Tuks voice and look around seeing a much larger Tuk as well as Kiri, Neteyam, and Loak. "TUK TUK!!!"  You call back running as fast as you could kicking sand as you went hugging her she was now almost a foot taller than your 5ft 9inch form. She hugs back "I've missed you….there are so many things….. you're hair it's longer its not up" she says. You laugh and greet them all "well it's been cooler up in the mountains I can afford to let it out I would have braided it but it would take too long." She gives them each a hug before looking over seeing Jake and Neytiri talking with Norm "well I'll say hi later how about you show….." you trail off seeing the two Metkayina standing off the first thing you noticed was their hair it was just like yours you also noticed the difference between them and the omatikaya. Your heart does pick up when you meet eyes with the male his hair was in braids that were contained in a tight bun a part of you wondered what it looked like loose your eyes travel down taking in the rest of his form; the x rib cage broad shoulders and chest strong arms one bare the other covered in intricate beautiful tattoos as ypur eyes traveldown to the same leg covered in eaqually as unique tattoo although a portion remained a mystery as it dipped passed his v line down behind his tweng unconsciouslyyou licked your lips. You tried to control your staring eyes slowly taking him blinking to regain some type of decorum before you quite literally began to drool. "Tuk why are they staring" You whisper your brown eyes meeting with his aqua one your heart picking up nervously looking away still feeling his heated stare.  

Ao'nung was speechless he didn't know what he expected but it wasn't this…. You were kissed by the sun your hair hung like a mass of untamed dark waves an curls like the crashing tides at night the same ones he loved to dive into when the tides would change. He heart raced as his ears pressed back to his skull as he watched in literal awe of this sky demon. His eyes trailed down to your outfit her top was simple covering just your chest his tail sways noticing you curves as he takes in your what he assumed was your tweng hanging from your voluptuous hips. He was stunned how could someone so different be yet so suited for the sea?! 

"My name is Tsireya and this is my brother Ao'nung welcome to our village"  his sister's voice causes his ears to twitch and he looks away slightly "Oel ngati kameie" his ear flick to you a soft smirk came to his lips,your voice was so refreshing and you spoke the language like a true Na'vi. He gave the motion responding silently fearing if he spoke he'd embarrass himself. 

Y/n smiles softly looking to the two "it's nice to meet you, I'm y/n". Tuk then pulls your arm "let's swim come on let's jump in" her excitement taking over "Wait wait Tuk let me put my bag down in your pod" she laughs being dragged by the child. Everyone followed you turns around your step bouncing slightly on the walkway catching up with the sully kids before putting her things down. You turn eager to enjoy the change of scenery and allows tuk to lead the way to the edge. You pick up speed and dive under perfectly nearly choking in amazement seeing the life under the surface. You look around seeing the 6 had followed and continue to swim taking in everything following them around.

He watched you swim and explore the water around you and even then he found more to admire the waps your hair cradled and swirled around your face when you moved, how your eyes shined seeing something new, how well you took to the water. He had to know you. He couldn't explain why but the pull to you was almost aggravating. He watched you slowly come up to the surface taking a deep breath before floating on the surface of the water on your back he waded to you the water only reaching his waist as he watched the waves rock and shift your body to its rhythm. 

You open your eyes the sun now blocked by a shadow, it was Ao'nung. You quickly stand and male your way to some rocks in the shallow wringing your hair the water splashing onto the wet rocks before you let go your "you are Ao'nung" you sit your feet still in the water "I'm glad to see they made friends here" you say smoothing your slowly drying yet shrinking hair "how are you so good?" You stop his voice deep voice filling your ears. "Good at what exactly? If you mean the language I refused to speak anything else for a while…" you says pulling one leg from the water shifting positions as he moved closer. "No not that you dive like metkayina" he says leaning in closer now in front of you.

You look him over for a moment speechless at his comment cheeks becoming hot. "Why are you in the forest when you belong here." You look up at him heart rushing in your ears like crashing waves. "I…. Swim a lot in the rivers and where I'm from the diving you do is a past time a hobby really…. But me I just like the water it calms me" you say. 

He looks you over listening to your words…. It was clear you were better suited for his home than the forest. He had to find a way for you to stay he wanted more time with you. "Let me teach you the customs of my people y/n" he said unable to stop himself as he reached up playing with the curls of your drying hair. He gives a smirk his mind conjuring your hair in metkayina styles before dropping his arm. "Are you sure the olo’eyktan and tsahik will be okay with that" he smiled wondering how you'd react knowing he was the clan leader's son. "I mean I'm not exactly suited for reef life…. And my avatar isn't ready also I'm only visiting." You ramble as much as you'd love to spend months by the water, Some things are just not possible "easy ma tsawksyul I will make it happen" he says smirking watching your face  flush under his words. You watched him leave unable to ask anything else as he dove under the water and out of sight. You slip into the water swimming over to the shore, sinking under one last time to wet your hair and wring out the excess water flipping it over your shoulder as you made your way to the sully’s home tilting your head to the warm sun smiling softly knowing that despite what Ao’nung stated you would be leaving soon so why not ingrave the picture in your mind before returning back to the lush forest. 

Ao'nung spoke to his father his eyes following you as he spoke following your form as you vanish and reappear in his line of sight before his attention is pulled back to his father to explain is case when all he wanted was to take you back out to enjoy the water. 

Speechless you sat in Jake and Neytiri's mauri looking over the water and the bustling life of the Metkayina she already missed it. Their kids went off to ride their ilu and since you were not equipped for deep water you stayed behind "I know that look y/n come on talk to me" a familiar voice breaks your thoughts and you smile looking up to see her surrogate brother who fit well into the life ever the adaptable idiot marine. "jake you look good old man" you tease watching him roll his eyes feeling his tail smack your head. "Shut up short stack" he chuckles and sits with you returning to his previous question "what has you looking like that, haven't seen that look in a while." He nudges you. Sighing you lean back "I should've come with you this last year and a half doing nothing is killing me… but without my avatar I am a beacon for danger" your voice a bit sad as you explain your dilemma. Jake sighs putting a hand on your shoulder "I understand. I think your desire to join the people is stronger than mine was…. Want me to talk Norm into letting you stay a few more days?" You laugh and shake your head knowing Jake could do it too. “I wish but my avatar should be do in the next couple of weeks they refuse to let me see or even look at the data…but i want to be there as soon as its done” you sigh hopeful the next time they meet you will be on an ikran. 

"Jake sully and y/n" you look up your heart leaping into your throat from the deep voice above you. You look up staring at the huge metkayina warrior, one that knew your name. You took a closer look seeing his attire extravagant colorful, your eyes widen and immediately you knew the olo’eyktan of the clan. "Oel ngati kameie olo’eyktan" you say a bit frantic bowing your head giving the hand gesture for respect looking almost pathetically embarrassed for looking at him so rudely.  "He was right," he says with a soft almost kind tone as he gave the gesture back. "Tonowari, what can we help you with?" Jake speaks tapping your arm. "Come we can talk in my mauri," he says. 

You look at Jake confused but get up walking with him, seeing who could only be his wife and the Tsahik. You bow your head "oel ngati kameie" you murmur and sit hoping you weren't being told to leave. 

"My son asked me to let you stay he claims you belong here and should learn our ways." Tonowari says looking at you. Y/n looks shocked hair falling in your face as your head jerked to look at Tonowari "I….me but…I'm sorry I'm not understanding. Who was right and about what." You start confused "and I don’t think I've met your son" you say keeping your head down. There was a chuckle causing you to look up in confusion at the amusement in the olo’eyktan's eyes "his name is Ao'nung" he states "and he knows you". Y/n blushes harder than she thought possible "I…. Just…." Your voice died along with your words "speak girl you are to be metkayina you must be able to come to your olo’eyktan and tsahik." A stern voice pierces your ears. You look up see the tsahik staring at you "I am human, I can not connect to anything I am a pretty good diver but that is the extent of my skills besides the bow" you say taking a deep breath "I don't want to seem like I'm disrespecting your culture."  You look to Jake who looks shocked by your words "eywa is open and accepting of you being here she is in fact eager for you to stay" Ronal hums.

You walks from the leaders home with Jake and looks up at him "don't say anything jake" you grumble. He chuckles "oh you mean the fact you are here one day and the chiefs son likes you should I be expecting him courting you soon." You roll your eyes and punch Jake in the leg before seeing ao'nung with the sully kids and she walks to them "TUK TUK!"  You smile seeing her turn and run to you "y/n y/n I thought you left we saw the others leave" she asks the rest looking curious while ao'nung looked smug. "I was given a pass to stay and learn the best I can the ways of the Metkayina" you say and look to ao'nung seeing him smirk. 

"Come y/n let me do your hair" tsireya chirps happily taking you to sit down and style your hair. You smile softly and nod letting her guide you and sit happily the first time someone has done your hair in years it felt nice you felt at home. 

“Oh y/n you are going to love it here i have seen you swim you are well suited for the way of our people don’t let anyone here tell you differently.” You smile looking back to tsireya and laugh “i really hope so I've always loved the water I would let the river currants guide me when I floated on my back I lost how many times I fell into the pull of a waterfall" you giggle hearing her laugh "I think you and I are going to be good friends and my brother well don't think I didn't notice." You blush at her words and looks down "I….. you" you stop seeing Ao'nung with some of his friends but his eyes were clearly on you. You blush and look away stealing a glance seeing a dangerously amused smirk accompanied by a tilted head. 

You quickly look away wondering how you would be able to focus on anything with him around but you wouldn't know until tomorrow resolved to make an effort not to become enthralled with the chiefs son, a small part of you not wanting to hear Jake joke about it running in the family as it didnt take you long to realize tsireya and Lo’ak were a mated pair. (Apples and trees am i right). You look over again to sneak a glance at Ao’nung unable to help yourself only to see him still staring and just gives a nod chuckling. You look away trying keep the burning smile on your lips at bay.

Ao'nung waited anxiously in the water for you he had volunteered himself to train you now he was drawing a blank on what to teach first… better diving techniques, fishing, making a net, hunting there were so many choices, but what he wanted to know what you liked what you'd be impressed with he succeeded in having you stay now he had to keep his tsawksyul happy. "Ao'nung I'm so sorry I'm late tuk and kiri had me up late weaving with them and I slept pass my time" he chuckles seeing you dive into the water and pop to the surface. He couldn't help his smile seeing you in a metakayina hairstyle it suited you so well despite your bun falling undone. "It is alright tsawksyul hold still."  He hums in your ear now behind you.

Y/n stops feeling his body pressed to hers wildly aware of how tall he was compared to you in human form it made you blush "ao'nung what are you…" you  stop feeling his hand trace the back of your neck before fixing your hair "the waves would have taken your bun apart” he murmurs fixing your bun. 

In reality Ao’nung didn't need to do what he did he loved your hair up or loose as long as it was you but something compelled him to do this. A hairpin made of a greenish blue iridescent shell he made to keep his own hair in place but now he wanted you to have it, in a subtle way marking his claim on you by tradition he was now courting you. His eyes darting to the others of his clan watching with surprised expressions as they passed he tucked it making sure it was secure yet visible “next time make sure its secure even if you have to rebraid it” he stand back admiring his work on you

You look into the water seeing a tightened bun and a shell in your hair it was pretty and shifted in the light "thank you ao'nung" you say you touching his arm. Seeing his tail sway in delight. "I'm going to teach you how to breath and dive better y/n you said you wanted to go into deeper water I can help you learn" he says and you smile brighter "I'd love that ao'nung." He begins to walk deeper into water with you "why did you want to come here from your planet" you stop hearing his words 

"I had nothing left back home and that world didn't fit me…. There is no green, no natural life and I well that's all I wanted…. To bring back the fresh air and green tree to swim in water that wasn't heavily polluted or chlorinated" you push off onto your back letting the current carry you father out into the water. "When I arrived I did 3 things…. I threw away every pair of shoes I owned, spoke nothing but the native language and I think I spent 5 days doing nothing but swimming in the rivers close to where we were staying. I nearly lost my job" you laugh "but humans, sky people wanted to do more of the same hurt, destroy, pollute and I turned my back on my own kind for this… swimming, nature, life."  He smiles letting you float enjoying your answer he watched your hair carry in the current, your content  bright smile, the shell pin in your bun, his tsawksyul. "Come we need to start you're training." 

You watched ao'nung dive into the water and follow him seeing him use his fingers to communicate something. You tilt your head having no idea what it meant but follows him anyway making an assumption. You noticed the soft frustrated look in his eyes before they soften and continue to swim. You watched how well he moved with the water. It was effortless, you smiled swimming above him slowly floating to the surface. You blush softly see him turn on his back swimming to look at you giving that infamous smirk of his making you blush and look away coming up for air as your heart raced your head became light as if your air was gone  . 

You see him come up only a few seconds later pressing his large hand to your torso on your diaphragm "breath ma tsawksyul breath" his deeply accent voice vibrates against you. You all but melt into him your heart racing in your chest. You bite your bottom lip to hold in whatever squeak or noise clawing it's way past your throat. You try to breath normally but he was so close engulfing you in his warmth and his hand never moved from your diaphragm. "Your heart beats fast, concentrate and calm yourself" he murmurs. You let out a soft whimper in protest "you are distracting" you gasp slowly looking up at him. It wasn't a lie this voice, his looks, that mischievous yet inticing smirk make every bit of your heart race and now with him this close your body felt like it would shut down from the nerves. 

His smirk widened his tail splashing in the water from those words he pressed his face to your shoulder to suppress the chuckle bubbling in his throat. he made your heart race he could barely contain his elation from that information and manages to contain himself "I, apologize" he purrs but the tone of his voiced stated he was not even a bit remorseful. "But I can not leave you here alone so tell me things you like get your mind calm and your body will follow" he hums. 

You look up at him and told him the things you like  fruits and foods, the colors you've grown to love here, the things you did when you unwind even the shells you've come to love here just from spending a few hours weaving with your family. The things you used to do the things you wanted to do that scared the living hell out of you.  Slowly but surely your body relaxed you leaned into his touch as he held you. To anyone on the outside it looked like the most unlikely of a pair in a romantic embrace enjoying the water. "Now ma tsawksyul breath deep" he purrs against your temple and with a deep breath in your lungs you slipped under the water with him smiling happily.

Slowly as your nerves subside you find it easier to stay under water diving down your goal to reach the floor of the reef which was 5 maybe 10 feet below you, a force of habit from the river to lay at the bottom and watch the world float up around you loving the way the light swirled in the water. You look down at Ao’nung swimming below you on his back, you cover your mouth trying not to laugh at how relaxed he looked. You push yourself�� through an opening in some rocks and appear right above him giving a smile before going up for air once again. You take deep breaths wiping the water from your eyes as you felt the heat of the sun on your face. “ you are doing well better than your family did when they got here” he smirks poking fun at them.

You squint and splash him “ well id like to see you try navigating through the forest bet you would look just as lost “ she shoots back her eyes shimmering with a feisty heat that reminded him a little of his mother. 

He couldn’t stop the smirk spreading on his face he couldn’t deny he liked your sweetness but that spark of fire had his heart hammering not many girls here did that seeing he was the olo’eyktans son. “Oh is that so little tsawksyul, and will you be the one taking me to the forest to prove this statement” he states feelin his large hand on the small of your back pulling you closer. He watched as that feisty glint melted into an adorable flustered look he could get used to pulling from you. His smile grew wider as you seem to fumble and trip over your own words. He chuckles feeling the heat of your frustrated and embarrassed look causing him to back off just a little.

You huff at his laughter and shake your head trying not smile before looking back to shore.  your eyes follow follow the sound of squeaks and chirps and smile seeing ilu you laugh "they are like dolphins" you say more so to your than to ao'nung swimming a little closer. 

"What is that a dol- fin" his deep voice makes you turn to face him "a dolphin is a ocean creature  from my planet they are very intelligent creature,like the ilu" you start " but they can be mischievous up to the point of being an asshole but when you are that smart I suppose it happens." You laugh remember the articles you used to read about it. You look over to him meeting his eyes surprised he was already looking your way “could you swim with them,” you nod 

"Mhm as in you just interact not use them as a mount"  you hum leaning back kicking your feet up to tread water on your back "would you like to ride one" he asks. 

You look at him gently falling underwater before popping back to the surface. "You mean right now" you looked confused there was the issue of the creature not listening or even liking you. "Scared it might be too smart" you squint as his joke. "Are you calling me stupid you skxawng" you growl and reach out smacking him on his head like you would lo'ak. He looks at you in shock and then you realize what you've done "oh fuck I am so sorry" you say frantic dipping under the water swimming away face flushed with sheer horror. 

He felt  your hand make contact with his head and stared at you with shock and maybe anger but when he saw your face nearly laughed and he watched you flee following after you up until you reached the shore.

He did hand back just to admire you as you emerged from the water. He chokes the smirk dies in his throat watchin your curls bounce and drip from the water it held the way your body seemed to glitter as water clung and slid down your curves. He tilts his head unable to stop his shameless staring. He had forgotten his retaliation for your assault on his head, almost now he wanted something else.

You squeal as you make the first steps to the shore of the beach feeling a wet 3 fingered hand grip your ankle and pull you into shallow surf. "Where do you think you're going hmmm you think im going to let you get away with that” he growls and yanks you back watching you fall into the sand and surf. You squeal and try to crawl away only to fall again being turned on your back your hair flowing in the shallow water as you look up at him still struggling to escape the unknowingly playful wrath of Ao’nung. He chuckles watching you press and push on his chest and arms as you tried to move away. He grips your wrists and presses them to the sand "I have you….now” he growl his voice rumbling in your ear. You look up at him  heart racing, eyes wide staring into his eyes wondering if he was searching for something. The tension that formed between you both became thick and heated. Your heart begins to race becoming a bit shy under his gaze searing into your body, watching as he is expressions shift and change darkening a haze coming over them “ i have you” he growls again as if the repetition would realign his thoughts, something had his focus.

 You stare at him, heart still in your throat as his eyes burn over your body, a dangerous smirk playing at his lips as he flickered over the length of your form still wet from the ocean and a sand in your hair. You gasp feeling his hand leave your wrist as he leans closer to you his smoldering gaze making your stomach tighten uncontrollably “i… have” he breaths out his fingers tracing over the side of your ribs down your waist pulling a whimper from you desperate needy “mmmnngh” you whine a bit ticklish but his fingers shot hot waves of nerves and arousal through your body straight to your core. You couldn’t deny since your laid eyes on Ao’nung he had every bit of your attention sure you had a crush on other Navi but nothing like this, you had no control over it. "I…" his voice rasps you stare up at him eyes wide as his rake over your panting form your faces now inches apart his large arm around your waist pressed to his torso as he pressed closer you you. "Ao'nung…." You whisper. You watch the way his eyes cloud over dilating “y/n” he growls back pressing his nose right below your ear inhaling. “You are lucky” he pulls away chuckling leaving you to calm your pounding heart and flushed face.

You walk around the village keeping as out of the way as possible you were only a few inches taller than the size of a Na’vi child so it wasn’t hard to duck and slip through others with little effort the motions distractions you from the whirlwind of events that happened on the beach just moments ago. “Y/n” you stop hearing a voice and turning to find the source seeing Ronal staring expectantly at her.  “ come here you need to learn how to heal i will not be able to care for you all the time you should learn” she says firmly it lacked any coldness but had the tone of a strict mother who didnt take any form of no as an answer.  You quickly walk to her seeing Tsireya and smile with a wave helping as well, you crouch down only to have a mortar and pestal shoved into your hands “mix” she says. You nod and start to work putting all the effort you had into to moving the ingredients together into a smooth paste. You handed it to Ronal who gave a approving hum and gave you another task. You felt right back in the heating tent with Moat and you couldn’t help but smile despite complaining of doing this in the forest doing it here made you smile not that you didnt like the forest, here you were learning something new. “ y/n you are doing well and learning quickly” tsireya smiles. You smile and nod “ i was tasked with healing the injured warriors with the omatikaya this comes naturally but learning the way your people do it is a new journey and makes the wait a little easier. 

Eclipse came quicker than you expected and you look up looking to the sullys "I'm going for a walk ill be back in 2 hours" you call wanting to see the ocean at night… you'd seen the forest and every time it made your heart race but your heart soared in anticipation to see the ocean in darkness what came to life under bioluminescence. You walk past many pods trying to navigate in the dark before you missed your opportunity as the sun started to disappear the sky becoming a deep mystical purple. A hand grabbed your wrist casusing you to stop and you look up your heart jumping into your throat seeing Ao'nung realizing you walked right in front of his home he lived a bit off from everyone probably for privacy,his hair was out of its bun yet still braided the rest hanging loose down his back you nearly swoon now becoming greedy your  wish changing wanting to see it this way more often.sure he looked good with the bun but his hair loose and free paired with the full sleeve of arm tattoos and the matching leg…. You let out a choked whine unable to suppress the desperate need you felt to once again trace your tongue over the dark lines that curve up his hip and down his pelvis past his tweng your mouth watering as your mind conjured sinful images of the base of his cock being tattooed. Your eyes rake over his body taking in his form in the darkness and the tahni that dotted his skin sparkled in the darkness displaying its pattern like trail on his teal skin. He looked good enough to eat and still beg for more.

Ao’nung had to will every part of himself not to let his tail sway and wag watching you stare and eyefuck him preening under you heated gaze tilting his head letting you taking you in himself how good you looked in metkayina clothing the shell pin your hair his first gift to you tilting his head crossing his arms chuckling while his question went on deaf ears. Had you been a Na’vi the subtle body language would have been a loud declaration of your feelings for him. But he could smell how he effected you, taking a deep breath his ears pressing back he wills his self control back in check deciding to ask the question again.  

 You stare at him blushing unable to stop your staring. "and where do you think you are going yawne" he asks his voice smug all the indication you needed pulling you close to him. You look up at him wanting nothing more than to trace the sparkling tahni on his face but instead answer "out to swim I want to see the ocean at night" you say.  He chuckles and shakes his head "not by yourself and not out there come on" he says as you sigh now wishing you had just said nothing your plans ruined but you don't think you could have said anything different if you had a chance to answer again. 

You go to protest only to get a sharp look up and down as if to say ‘do you really think you can get away from me’? You sigh following until he stops at the edge of the walk and slips into the water. You look down at him confused taking his outstretched hand letting him pull you into the water. “I’m not going to let you get hurt out there yawne, if you want to see the water at night i can show you right here where its safe” he hums treading water with you. You sigh gently knowing deep down he was correct as you feel your toes gently brush the sand you wade in the water it was perfect for watching the world change slowly you look up in the sky watching as the sun slip behind the planet that orbits pandora. You look around smiling your eyes going wide watching as everything came to life in vibrant colors. You couldn’t contain your amazement looking around light giggles of amazement escaping your throat. You look to Ao’nung and beam moving your arms and fingers through the water mesmerized by the way the dark water would burst and churn bright blue. You dive under water looking at everything waiting the fish that swim around you following them as your movements created more light. 

Ao’nung watched you with an amused smile as you marveled and fawned over the glowing ocean and the animals as if they weren’t the same during the day. But watching you fall in love with his home made his ego swell in ways he didnt know possible to know that you preferred here to the forest prefer him to anyone else. His ears flick to the sound of your voice your laugh and sound of amazement always loving how breathless you become. He watched the light of the ocean swirl and caress your body with each movement his mouth running dry no matter what you did you were graceful more so in water. He watched your hair burst to life turning blue and aqua against the dark water a smile on his face as you played in the bioluminescence of the water letting the fish that dance. Around you travel through your open fingers and around your floating form. 

You turn and swim to Ao’nung taking his hand in yours your fingers lightly tracing over the tanhi that dotted his hand “thank you Ao’nung” you say sweetly looking up at him gasping when you feel his arm snake around your waist and pull you closer to him “next time you want to see something tell me and i will show you okay yawne” you nod looking him over admiring his features your eyes captivated with his hair you reach up and run your fingers through his loose curls saying nothing slowly tracing down following the black lines on his shoulder down his bicep with your finger.

Swimming no matter how hard you practiced exhausted you and with the excitement only served to speed the process. You try to climb back of the walkway and make the long trek home but your body was heavy and tired. Making the simple task harder. You barely register the amused chuckle and the hand that help you up by your hips. “ another reason why you shouldn’t go out alone you can barely keep yourself up after only a few minutes of this” he teases picking you up bridal style as you begin to protest but make no effort to truly move him body instinctively pressing into his. “I’m sure you tire too after swimming for a long time.” You murmur feeling tired eyelids drooping “we aren’t talking about my stamina because if we were id still be going” he looks down at you marking “ well into sunrise.” You blush turning your head away at the double entendre he had just put into the air around them hearing his deep amused chuckle now somehow wide awake. 

You look around the trip back to your home shorter than you realize before coming to the realization this was Ao’nung marui making your heart race “ im not sending you back when you can barely walk “ you cut him off shaking your head. “ no i just need to sit down and catch my breath and i will be fine” you lie your body was becoming lead unable to move the safeness you feel wrapped in his arms mixed with the late night swimming a lethal sleeping draught. “ fine sit down for 5 minutes then try to go home” he insists sitting you down before laying in his hammock. You watch him lay down bitting your bottom lip racking over his form, on his back one arm behind his head his loose hair messily cradling his face. His broad chest moving up and down with his slow breathing his tattooed arm on full display your eyes tracing the dark lines down to his hands before skipping to the dark lines that followed the defined v line down below his tewng…oh what you wouldn't give to be held in his arms all night it was probably comfortable. You lean on the side of the hammock for support another wave of exhaustion washing over your consciousness your eyes drooping as you wanted nothing more than to lay on his chest sleep. The world shift causing your eyes to flutter open and look into Ao’nung’s eyes seeing he’d pulled you into his hammock and onto his chest. “Just relax and sleep” he mutters running his fingers through your long hair admiring the softness. You press your face into the curve of his neck now suffocated in him; salt, water, sun,the floral scent of pandora soap a combination you took to memory as you curled your arm around the back of his neck “i promise to be gone by…..morning” you sigh your body slowly relaxing as you sprawled yourself on his chest. 

He chuckles wrapping his arm around your back pressing his face into your head his ears pressing to his skull as unconsciously hold you closer inhaling your sweet scent closing his eyes taking a deep sigh falling asleep your smaller form pressed against his.

Morning came faster than either of you liked but it didn't break the little bubble in Ao’nung's mauri. You were still sleeping last night taken so much of the little energy you had, snuggling closer to his body you nuzzle deeper into his neck your lips presssed to the skin in the crook of his neck. Ao’nung slow emerged from sleep immediately aware of you on his body and fingers immediately urn through your thick mass of hair curling and looking his digits as he massages your scalp and caresses your hair. This moment he now greedily craved every morning to be the first thing you wake up to and vice versa. But as much as he wanted to hold you hostage his mother would come looking for you if you missed your lessons. He stares at you taking another selfish minute to admire you his tsawksyul and the way your skin came to life under the sun as you slept tracing his finger tips down your spine and over the curve of your hip down your thigh. His ears twitch hearing a soft moan leave your lips before nuzzling closer to him taking a deep breath and settling back into sleep. Now he really didn’t want to let you go but the longer he sat the more likely someone would ruin this moment and he rather do it on his own terms. “Wake up tilor” he mutters tapping your back gently as he shifted “ wake up you have lessons with my mother today” he says chuckling when you groan and snuggle deeper into his body “ no comfy 5 more minutes” your sleepy voice grumbled causing him to flat out laugh “bold aren’t you hogging my bed then asking for more time to sleep when my mother is going to come looking for you soon… wake up" he murmurs in your. Your eyes flutter open after adjusting to the sunlight you jolt up right now straddling his torso. "Oh fuck I'm late" you gasps your hair a wild mess half covering your face but a wild fro of waves and curls as if your hair had just awoken too. 

You hear a deep chuckle and look down at the smirking metkayina warrior below you looking smug "yes you are by maybe 30 minutes you have about 10 more before my mother comes looking" he says in an unbothered tone. You groan great way to show respect y/n show up late to lessons. "I shouldn't have stayed out so long" you grumble smoothing your hair down back arching as you stretch a high-pitched whine escaping your lips. "You should be fine my mother is quite fond of you" he hums out his voice breathless.  You feel his gaze burning into you suddenly making you feel shy and a bit self conscious unable to make full eye contact. 

He smirks but reaches up his fingers brushing your cheek guiding your face to look back at his watching as you hastily pin your hair into a half up half down do using his shell pin to keep it together. "And how do you know that." She says softly looking at him. He chuckles his hand now softly resting on your hip "she has a way of saying it without saying it you are learning healing techniques of our people from her personally" he hums rubbing his thumb on your hip bone with his eyes grazing over your form. You shiver and blush "I suppose that is true" you say softly and look down at him smiling "thank you Ao’nung for letting me stay and for last night it seems every new experience I have is with you" you smile and move to get out of the hammock. You gasp feeling his grip tighten a silent command not to move. You stare at him confused watching as he sat up slowly shifting the angle of your hips pushing you forward hands now on his chest. 

You blush feeling his face press into your hair inhaling only to exhale saturating the strands of your hair in his scent before pressing a kiss behind your ear "I hope to give you many more tsawksyul now go" he murmurs in your ear nuzzling his nose into that junction one more time before letting you go. Quickly you run as fast as you can back to the sullys Mauri for another sarong to tie around her hips. "Hi sorry I missed breakfast I overslept I need to get to Ronal" you rush tying it around your hips. They stare at you a bit shocked Jake had a stupid grin on his face so did Lo’ak. You roll your eyes and shake your head seeing a amused Neytiri "y/n after your lessons we need to speak" she says softly. She says as you move to leave. "Okay tiri I promise" you call rushing out unaware of the reason for their looks. 

You arrived to lessons with tsireya and Ronal seeing a slightly irritated Ronal. "Sorry I'm so sorry I overslept after swimming too long last night I'm so sorry" you begin bowing your head trying to look as remorseful as possible only to be met with a look of surprise and was it amusement or mild happiness. You looked to Tsireya who was practically shining like the sun with happiness "next time be more cautious with your time" Ronal murmurs before giving them lessons and tasks to do.

You walk with Tsireya knowing she had to talk to Neytiri before she could join them for a swim. "So why were you and your mother looking at me like that when I was late your mother doesn't seem like the kind to allow that." You say to her laughter "normally no but its because of what you did or rather what you didn't say you did." She says. You stop confused "I'm not following,"  tsireya smiles "so how was your night sleeping with Ao'nung?" You blush brightly and covered your face "how the hell did you even know that holy fucking shit" you exclaim face flushed she laughs again "you can't smell it but everyone one can you reek of Ao'nung's scent from head to toe even your hair your hair having the strongest scent." You blush remembering how he exhaled into your hair and how you slept in the same hammock. "He….. he I'm going to pluck his eyeballs out from his skull" you hiss trying to calm your raging embarrassment. 

She laughs and pats your shoulder "but I did hear from the other hunters he reeked of you as well….honestly I've never seen him this territorial so quickly." She murmurs as your part ways.

You enter seeing Neytiri and Jake and you instantly turn red “ before you say anything” you groan hearing Jake begin to chuckle and you feel like drowning in the deepest part of the lagoon reefs. Neytiri giggles “ since you know then i have to ask is he courting you” Jake seems to stiffen a little from that notion as not everyone liked the concept of Neytiri and him getting together not too long ago. You shake your head the shell pin in your hair glittering as you move. Neytiri glances in your hair and then sighs “ that is all after all the reason i wanted to talk to was about the fact his scent covers yours. You groan and walks away but you never really made an effort to wash it away as you swam and interacted with others unaware of the pleased set of eyes following you as you wore his scent all day making a point to scent mark you in some way. 

3 weeks went by quicker than you expected. Maybe it was the constant diving lessons by the chief's son Ao’nung, or the other days with the sullys helping Neytiri with meals, watching tuk and helping her pick out shells on the beach. Your favorite was with kiri you never judged her and her strong connection to Eywa in fact you admired and supported her for it. You even found yourself in healing lessons with Ronal and Tsireya. That always made you nervous being around Ao’nung mother and father you know how much they do not trust sky people and yet they are never not kind. There is never any disdain but you do receive Ronal’s sharp tongue when you are distracted or underperforming in lessons it reminded you of the way a mother would scold her child. Tonowari even helped you in the basics of making a fishing net which was the easiest to master the material was a little bit more flexible than the material of the omatikaya nets.  Despite not being able to connect with Eywa hunt or ride an ilu you are fitting in well not even minding the little clothing which you just saw as versatile swimwear. As well as said chief son taking up every moment of free time you had that wasn’t already claimed from taking long walks to night swims in the shallowest parts of the lagoon, somehow slowly making sleeping in his arms such a regular occurrence that no one even bats an eye anymore if anything everyone seems to be waiting for something.

You sit on the beach looking out at the water relaxing a part of you trying not to focus on the fact a month was over knowing that you’d have to wait a but longer before you could have your avatar but in reality you could wait a little longer its not like you didnt enjoy your time here. You stand deciding to take a walks and find a few shells not only for herself but for tuk and kiri to weave. 

You came back from your walk to see the helicraft from high camp and something in your heart told you don't run over there it's bad news. You looked over seeing Norm talking to Jake and Tonowari watching as all 3 made eye contact with you. You quickly start walking again not wanting to face the potential bad news….. 50/ 50 chance but when did you become so scared you went head first into battle against her race saw battle wounds even hunted in the forest but the concept of avatar driving now sacred you. You sit by the sand looking out to the water missing Ao'nung tasked with helping a hunting party today you needed him right now was it for emotional support or as an excuse to escape. You sigh laying back closing your eyes willing your fears to subside. 

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for the event would it be okay to request Barbatos with the prompt shivers?

Thank you, anon!

I felt like this prompt could have gone in so many different ways, but in the end I settled on this scenario. Hopefully it turned out okay. I love Barbatos I could write so many fics of him lol.

Thank you for participating! <3

GN!MC x Barbatos with prompt Shiver

Warnings: None!

It was a slow afternoon at RAD and you were in potion making class with Mammon and Levi. The three of you were working together to make a heat resistant potion. According to the textbook, mixing the ingredients correctly would result in a potion that would keep the drinker cool in any kind of extreme heat conditions. You had been going through the ingredients on the table, trying to make sure you had everything you needed and in the right amounts. Then you began to list off the ingredients in order while Mammon and Levi put them into the cauldron.

"Okay and now have you to add the snow blossom," you said, reading from the text.

"Here it is," Levi said, handing it to Mammon, who dumped it into the cauldron.

"And then-" but you were interrupted when the cauldron exploded in a fog of frost that hit you directly in face.

You sucked in a breath as your entire body slowed down significantly and you felt as though you had been encased in a block of ice.

"MC!" Mammon yelled, going to your side, but not touching you. "Are ya okay? Levi, ya gave me too much!"

"Me?" Levi demanded, hovering around you in a panic. "You're the one who measured the snow blossom!"

"What appears to be the trouble?" Barbatos had appeared beside you. Mammon and Levi both started talking to him at once. When he finally was able to understand what had happened, he shook his head at them.

"We will need to act quickly," he said. "Human bodies cannot withstand this level of cold for long. I will transport them to the castle where I have a remedy already prepared."

Barbatos turned to you and took your hands. You were shivering, your teeth chattering. You looked down at your hands and saw that your skin was turning blue.

Barbatos opened a portal, pulling you through it with him. You found yourself in his room with its odd staircases and large windows. He left you for only a moment, returning with a blanket and a small vial.

"Please drink all of this, MC," he said, opening the vial and handing it to you. He wrapped the blanket around your shoulders as you attempted to drink the cure.

Your hands were shaking too hard for you to be able to get the vial to your lips without spilling it. Barbatos saw you were struggling. He put his hand over yours and held the vial steady for you. You managed to gulp it down, but you still felt like you were standing inside a freezer.

"B-Barbatos," you stammered out. "H-how long does this take t-to work?"

"You should start feeling the effects in moments," Barbatos said. He took a step closer to you. "However, if you feel like you could use a little extra warmth until then…"

You nodded, unable to speak with the way your teeth continued to chatter.

Barbatos smiled before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close to him. He rubbed at your arms and back to help you warm up faster.

You felt the remedy kick in as your body began to thaw. Slowly you actually began to feel Barbatos's touch, a soft and warm embrace that you couldn't help melting into. You let go of the edges of the blanket, allowing it to fall to your feet, so there was just a little less fabric between you and Barbatos.

"It is most unfortunate that this happened to you, MC," Barbatos said softly in your ear. His hands had paused now on your back, slightly pressing you forward into him. The way his lips brushed your ear caused a shiver to run down your spine, one that had nothing to do with the cold that was quickly fleeing your body. "But I must admit that I am pleased to have you in my arms."

You couldn't deny that you were happy to stay there while your body slowly regained its proper temperature. You may have pretended that you were still cold for some time after the cure had taken full effect. He was likely fully aware of it, but neither of you felt the need to point it out.

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congrats on 500! 🎉🎉🎉 well deserved, you are my mammon brain-rot bestie in arms. My brain is diseased thinking about thigh riding mammon while he makes fun of you and i must inflict this thought upon you 🤔🤔🤔

I’ve been waiting to get to this one whewww

It wasn’t something he expected, nor thought he was going to be able to endure. Mammon is far too obsessed with you to hold back and just let you ride his thigh. At least, that’s what he initially thought. Minutes in, his eyes were glued to your crotch, where the only thing separating your pussy from his skin was his pant leg, that now bore a small wet spot from your arousal.

Mammon was dumbfounded, it was like porn, hypnotic porn. You mewling while begging for him to touch you was tempting, indeed, but hearing you beg and praise him was like crack to him.

Now, being asked to make fun of you concerned him, at first. He could never! But he thought about it… and thought about it…

“It’s pathetic the way you beg for me. It’s about time you realized just how lucky you are I let you even talk to me.” The words coming out of him were things he’d never mean seriously, considering how lucky he considers himself to be with you. “You should be thanking me for letting ya get yerself off on my thigh.” But at the same time, they flew naturally. And hearing how you moaned for him only served to encourage him.

“Thank you.” You whined in response, looking at the light that just popped in his eyes.

“D’aww, that was so cute. Sound like a little puppy.” He stretched his arms across the back of the couch. “Here I thought you were like a kitten, the way you were mewling earlier.”

You felt heat across your face, hearing his words made you look away from his grinning self.

“Uh uh! You really gonna disrespect me when I’m lettin’ ya ride me? Look at me, Mc.” His tone was strict, mimicking Lucifer almost. You quickly faced back at him, redder than before. “Better not do that again. Say yer sorry.”

“I’m sorry.” You murmured out, suddenly overcome by shyness.

“That’s it? You can do better than that. If my thighs got yer brain clouded that much, imagine if I let ya ride me. Tell me what yer sorry for.” He ran his hand through his hair.

“I’m so sorry for looking away, I’ll never do it again. Please forgive me.” You could feel that heat travel down your body and collect in between your legs.

“Uh huh. That’s better. Tell me what yer gonna do to make up for it.” He was really getting into it now, eating up the way you reacted and responded to him.

“Whatever you want. Anything.” You clenched around his thigh tighter, giving him your best pleading eyes.

“Good girl. For someone of my status, you better. Imagine if someone as desperate as you dared to reject any of my requests. A pathetic human like you, especially?” Mammon held your chin, pulling your head down to level with his.

“Yes sir, someone like me should never reject your demands.” You were throbbing. So was he.

“Gonna suck me off?”

“Yes.”

“Let me cum in your mouth?”

“Yes, please.”

“Gonna let me cover your pretty face?” He squeezed your cheeks.

“Yes, please!”

“Cum on my thigh like the desperate little human you are and then I’ll let you make up for it.”

“Yes!” That was all you were waiting for. You came on him, giving him a show he didn’t expect to enjoy so much and now one of newest kinks. “Thank you! Thank you so much!” The words were breathless, strained, and something he’ll never let you live down. Especially not with the way you came within a few minutes just from a little grinding.

“Awww, isn’t that cute. Gettin’ off without me even touchin’ your pretty pussy, must be so obsessed with the Great Mammon.” He let you breathe for a minute, watching to make sure your body was in perfect shape. “Now, get on your knees, and maybe, if you do good enough, I might just fuck you nice ‘n stupid.”

“Yes sir.”

Side Note: it’s hard to write mammon degrading Mc in like… a verbal way. I don’t think he’s that much of a “slut” or “whore” kinda guy. But with how his little ego is outside of the bedroom, I can 1000% see him incorporating it in the bedroom.

Also side note side note: mammon would def tell Mc before they start to use the pact on him to make him tolerate going until Mc is ready to fuck because he’d be like “but seeing you desperate is so hard I just wanna please ya” because he’s babygirl

[undertale-writing-times]

Hi hi! Takeyour time of course. I saw your yandere props and will it be okay if you could:

"Every day I fall deeper in love with you. Your scent, your looks, your smile. They all belong to me."

For Outertale Grillby

For sure! I love this on >w< thank you so much for this!

I wanna write for Grillby's more...

Phoenix met them for the first time when they came into his ice cream bar. It was one that he got once they made their way back to Earth, and sure, he missed his old one, but this one was so much more popular! There were a lot of people, and they all seemed to love his treats.

I mean, of course they did! His stuff was always so good. Everyone loved it. He couldn't try it himself, of course, but other people could, and seeing their reactions made him so happy.

But when he saw them? Phoenix would just about say he thought he dusted right then and there. They were… perfect. They were so perfect! It made him feel nervous, and he could feel his flames getting stronger. He tried to gulp his nerves down and go to take the order, but hearing their voice made him clam up. He just nodded along to whatever they were saying, and he gave them their order, then ran off to get started on other stuff.

How embarrassing!

Even after that… accident, they kept coming back! They said his ice cream was the best that they had ever tasted and asked how he made it. He could get a giggle out before telling them that he was sorry, but sadly, he couldn't tell them. They laughed, and he knew that his eyes were probably shaped like hearts behind his glasses.

What was it? What was it about them that made him fall for them? Why did his soul hurt whenever they left? He didn't want them to leave anymore… he moves his hand to rest where his soul was, looking up at the roof. Maybe it was the kindness in their eyes? He always loved humans with kind souls.

He remembered the war all those years ago. The kindness humans were always the ones that caught his eye during the battle… he shuts his eyes, trying to get his mind off that fact. The war didn't matter anymore; it was so long ago, and everything was better now.

It had been another few days since Y/n last came in. Phoenix was worried! What if something happened to them? He asked his skeleton friend if he had seen them, but he just laughed and told Phoenix to calm down; he was sure that Y/n was fine. Phoenix didn't want to calm down! He wanted to know where his favorite person was!

And, luckily, they came in the next day. "Y/n! I was starting to get worried. Are you okay?" he asked them, and they smiled that beautiful smile at him, telling him that they were fine; they just got caught up in work. Their new boss was being a bit harsh on them with deadlines and stuff. As they spoke, Phoenix could see that Y/n had faint bags under their eyes… they seemed so tired.

It sucked when their boss' house burned down a few days later. There were no survivors, Phoenix heard… how sad. He continued working as he normally would have. Y/n came in the next day, talking about how they got a raise! They also spoke about how they were sad about the Boss' family. Phoenix ignored the 'sad' part and focused on the raise! He told them that they could have their ice cream for free that day, as a congrats! Y/n seemed happy about that.

It had been a few weeks since that, and Phoenix was pretty happy. Y/n seems to be in a good mood lately! Plus, you know, his ice cream bar had been coming along nicely. It was very popular, even though there were some people who still hated monsters. Today it was raining, so not many people were here, but he heard the door open, and Y/n walked in, tapping their umbrella on the ground outside to get the rain off the best that they could. "Hey Phoenix, sorry I'm a bit late… the rain just came out of nowhere."

"Ah, it isn't any sort of problem, Y/n. How are you?" He asks them with a smile, even if you couldn't exactly see it on his fire body. "How has work been treating you?"

"Oh! Hey, it's been pretty good. A bit more work after I got the raise, but the pay is the best part." They walk over and sit on one of the chairs, spinning on it. He smiled at their cuteness, letting out a happy hum. "How's work been for you?" they ask.

He hums, then shrugs his shoulders. It's been fairly normal, so he didn't exactly have anything that he wanted to say? They started to chat about stuff, and after a while, Phoenix decided what he wanted to tell them that day.

Slowly, he breathes in and out, then holds out his hands for Y/n’s hands. They look down at them, turning their head then they take his hands and ask, “Is something wrong?”

“No, no, not at all.” Phoenix looks off to the side, looks back at them, and smiles weakly. “Y/n…” he starts, "Every day I fall deeper in love with you. Your scent, your looks, and your smile. They all belong to me. I love them so much, and I… hope that you can return my feelings.”

Their eyes widened when they heard him say that, their cheeks flushing with bright color, and now he was waiting for their response. Whatever the choice, it would change so much of their lives.

[makshu]

Ok so this is going to be another analyze about Osomatsu (because yes and because I have it in mind and I need to write it down before I forget)

I'll talk about Osomatsu's relationship with crying and sad moments in general, long post after cut

(Oh and- at some point I got lost so none of this probably makes sense- read at your own risk)

I think by this point everyone knows that Osomatsu is a somewhat a complicated person- and if you can please try to remember a time when you saw him crying... hard right? I know-

Off the top of my head I remember three times he cried (maybe I'll remember more later), two of those times were with a comedy proposal so they won't count here, and the last one was a time when he was really sad (was panicked better saying-)

So I have a vision of Osomatsu that I'd like to share (even though I'm not sure if it's 100% right) ok so- He never cries, it's hard to find a moment where he cries for whatever reason, and like- not like Jyushi, Jyushimatsu also has few crying moments, but that's because he is almost never shown being sad, but when these sad moments occur he allow himself to be sad and cry, and I know that there are people who are simply less cry than others and I strongly believe that Osomatsu and Jyushimatsu are two of those cases, but still, they remain human and still cry, but Osomatsu seems to refuse to do that sometimes-

I'll take as an example a situation where he appeared (or in this case really) to be sad which is ep 24 S1. We know that whole situation shook Oso, and as a gift they didn't show his face almost once, he has his back turned the whole time making it difficult to see his full face, only from the nose down was visible and since eyes are a very expressive part of our body we ended up missing a lot of his real emotions, but I'm sure he didn't cried there (he doesn't cry normally, in front of others so it's a complete no for him) but what about when he was off screen? I'm sure he shed a few tears at those times, or worse- had a panic attack (as he's shown himself to be prone to having them), the point is- he looks like he doesn't want to cry, he seems to have a little trouble expressing that kind of emotion and crying must be something he represses.

Osomatsu is the type of person who will laugh at a bad situation and make fun of his problems, but deep down he is agonizing over them. He doesn't want to cry. But why? Perhaps to be an example of a strong older brother? Or because it doesn't suit his character? Oso has already shown that he has problems with his identity, and if he tries so hard to remain in the comfort zone and with the personality he always had, crying is not something that suits the little troublemaker, the older brother, the leader. Not being ok is a horrible situation for him, he doesn't want to feel bad and doesn't know how to react to this type of situation, so he just "stops working" and stands there with its blank face, he won't cry even if sometimes he wants to.

Crying is good and it's a way to let out everything you've been holding back, and Osomatsu has been holding back a lot over these three seasons (+ the movie), after he had a panic attack at the beginning of S3 I think it's an indication that something is not right (I assume crying in a panic attack is normal, so yeah-) I don't think there's a confirmed reason why this happened to him but we can speculate on some things (which I won't do in this post), but anyway he needs help ASAP

I think that's it. I missed this post several times so it sucked to write it all down and at some point (at the beginning) I got lost so if you got something wow congrats (seriously- congrats because even I didn't get it) if anyone wants to add feel free to reblog this thing