#fat boy i want you ‼️

[madame-mongoose]

good morning monnley nation 🫡

[deadghosy]

I was wondering if you could do a miniso penguin reader being a delivery boy for all of hell (mostly hazbin)

I JUST LOOKED IT UP AND OMGGGG ITS SO CUTEEE🦆💗🦆 AND YES I WILL! THANK YOU MY GHOST

HAZBIN HOTEL X PENGUIN! READER

prompt: you deliver mail all over hell, but mostly to your favorite place!

Okay starters off….you definitely get petted by the sinners who walk by you. Like you are so adorable!

I headcannon that you have a magic barrier that activates when you are in danger. Like say for example, a sinner tried to stab and mug but a bubble appears around you as you quack and roll away.

But like…you are the most known person in hell. YOU COULD BE WALKING AND GIVING MAIL AND IMMEDIATELY- “Hey [reader]!”

Yeah you’re quite known🦆🔥

The overlords love you! Carmilla adores you as you help her move her things around with her supplies of angelic metal. And Alastor….he joked about eating you up because of how cute you are..you definitely hide behind carmilla as she glared at him.

Alastor said sorry as he buys you ice cream for scaring you. (Charlie made him do it after carmilla snitched on him)

The most place you love giving mail to is the hazbin hotel! You like it there as you always get greeted by the people there gently. Charlie would pet you as she gushes how cute you are and how you should’ve been an angel.

Husk just pokes at your chubby and cute body as you quack and rub your face in his leg. You are the size of a penguin so guess how small you are 😭💗

You and fat nuggets are best friends, dead ass you both speak animal to each other and just gossip… “quack…” “oink oink..” “QUACK?!” You yelled pointing to Alastor as fat nuggets nodded seriously. Angel tried to record it but he just couldn’t help but laugh

Lucifer loves you! Like at first he would just watch you around hell secretly as he didn’t want to scare you off too easy. But soon he felt over protective at how pure and nice you are to other sinners and hell born

I headcannon every time it’s extermination, you would be forced to be at the hotel as you bake cookies to past the time helping Charlie and the other feel less stress as the angels kill the sinners.  

“So like…do you lay eggs or somethin'?” Angel asked looking at the egg boiz under you as they are sound asleep. You just stay there like a mama penguin as you shrugged.

“[READER] I CHOSE YOU!” Vaggie yells as you waddle to a person and hug them in need. Its funny to imagine you being used a Pokémon who’s only attack is “HUG SURPRISE!”

I headcannon you to use a rolling attack. LIKE FOR EXAMPLE, you are getting chased so you roll like a ball and BOWLING BALL THEY ASS! STRIKEEE‼️‼️

You have a room in the hotel, it’s just you don’t stay there often. But the other would loved if you stayed at the hotel with them as they find you lovely to around. Like imagine how cool it is to be tired from delivering mail all day just to go to the hotel and see your own room.

Immediately passing out in the soft bed😭🦆

I imagine you walking, more like waddling and the egg boiz just copy your waddling as they are still baby chickens in eggs.

Velvette definitely has you go to her section of the vee tower so you can wear those cute sailor boy outfits 😭 like imagine how cute that is….

Sir Pentious and nifty love you also as they find you adorable. The egg boiz love you, and nifty….she just finds you interesting how every sinner knows who you are and wants to be your best friend.

I can see you being sick and not coming to deliver mail to the hotel, and immediately you wake up sniffling as you waddle to your door to see a bunch of gift baskets as you quack surprised at all those candies and get better cards….man you are loved

[poppy-metal]

thinking about. being sat in patrick’s lap while he keeps giving u drinks… making u drink… all so he can feel u squirm when ur bladder gets too full and he holds u with his big strong arms…. until it becomes too much and u piss ur little pink panties on his lap:) art watching too bc i said so:)

PEE ‼️‼️‼️‼️ him making you do it in front of art too :((( just to humiliate you even more - need it to be stanford era art, his little backwards cap on - biting his lip as he watches the fabric of your panties darken as you piss all over patricks lap - he hisses, "shit." and palms his stiff dick. he shouldn't find that hit but he does -

gets even harder when patrick shoves down his jeans and pulls your panties to the side and art can see the fat juicy cock of his best friend rubbing against your slick pussy - he makes you bounce on it, and you're just so fucking desperate for it at this point - embarrassment gone as you slide down that thick cock you're in love with. "fuck, I love your pussy -" your boyfriend grunts - you're facing art so he's watching your ass bounce up and down on his lap - "you all sensitive now that you pissed yourself? know you fuckin' love that shit - can feel you clenchin' on me."

honestly it's like art isn't even there - but you know it turns him on, having him watch. he loves being watched - loved showing off. and you love being shown off - making eye contact with art as you ride patrick rough and dirty -

hes palming himself, the heel of his hand rubbing back and forth over his obvious bulge. his cheeks are flushed and you wanna see it - you wanna see it -

you squeeze your boyfriend with your pussy - hot and pulsing. "tell him - tell him to pull it out - "

patrick groans behind you. you feel his chest come up to your back. even through his shirt you can feel the heat of his skin. you wish you were all naked so you could feel his bare chest, his hair against you. "my girl wants to see your dick, art. give her a fucking show like we're givin' you. be a good boy -"

despite arts grumbled 'fuck you' he's fumbling with his belt, the hiss of his zipper dragging down and reaching inside to fish his cock out. you whine at the sight of it, flushed and hard. pink at the head - you hear the rumble of patricks groan at your back. his big arm coming around your waist to tug you back against him, you think, to see art better too - he drags you up and down his dick faster -

"you like lookin?" he speaks in your ear. "you're such a dirty girl - this wet little pussy just likes everything, huh?" the wet in question is evident by the slick slap of his balls against your pussy.

you could tell him he's just as dirty. hard and fucking thick inside you fucking you in front of his friend so vigorously after you just pissed all over him, but you don't. you love being degraded too much.

so you just nod and rock back and forth against him. your puffy clit is throbbing, it has its own beating heart, his balls are drawn up and you can feel them against your clit everytime you wiggle down -

"say it." his hand comes down on your ass and you yelp. "tell art you like how his dick looks, you little slut."

your thighs burn with the exertion of how fast you're bouncing up and down, but you can't stop. he's hitting that spot inside you - you're so fucking wet, your gushy cunt sucking on patricks cock - and you can't take your eyes off art from across the room. at his pretty pink dick and how good it looks in his hand as he pumps it up and down at the sight of you -

"I like it." you whine, tits bouncing. "I like your cock art - look so big - so fucking pretty, fuck -"

the blonde moans. his cheeks flushing deeper and you wish he was closer - wish you could bend down and take the tip of his dick into your mouth. you have a feeling patrick would be more than okay with that, would encourage it even. you just know he'd taste good on your tongue - with his intense food regimen and his health kick you'd just know he'd leak across your tongue and taste so sweet and you want it stuffed down your throat, want them both using you for their pleasure - want patricks grunts at your back and arts moans at your front, between both of them just a warm hole -

"m'gonna cum" you cry. "patrick I'm so close -"

"yeah, baby. cum on this dick - make another fuckin' mess -"

you squirt - something you'd never done before patrick - it's basically just another stream of piss at this point, gushing out of your pulsing pussy so intensely it makes patrick slip out - your eyes roll back into your fucking skull -

both the boys curse - patrick groans - "fuuuuucking fuck - that shits hot, baby - "

and art from across the room - "oh my god - " the sound of his hand on his cock slick as he fists himself harder and more aggressively. his other hand delving inside his jeans to paw at his throbbing balls. he doesn't think he's ever been this turned on by anything in his life - watching your swollen cunt get pounded, watching you fucking squirt - he's leaking all over his knuckles - fucking just his head now - so close to blowing his load and wildly he thinks this should be going inside you -

"- c'mere " patrick pulls you back down on his cock - pushing right back inside you. slides in so fucking easy, "give me that sloppy fucking hole - shits gonna make me cum so fucking hard -"

it's kind of poetic, you'll think later. how they both come at the same time. two boys who have shared everything - shooting ropes of cum at the same time over the same girl. patricks load deep inside you - arts painting his fist -

it feels right.

[lewdimagines]

𝓞𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐄 (18+)

pairings : jake kim x reader, gitae kim x reader

content warning ⚠️: nsfw head canons. . .

JAKE KIM :

he definitely is nice and romantic.. the way he gives off lover boy is so mbejwgsjeh 😍😍, he is the type man to caress you and lead you while slowly but harshly pounding into your hole and whispering soft praises in your ear.. calling you his good (boy/girl) and how your taking his cock so well

he kinda gives off like prob..8 inches def a shower not a grower 🎀 he definitely has top 5 prettiest cocks but his cum is prob not as tasty as others since he mainly eats like ramen n stuff..please give this boy some fruits and a correct diet 😭‼️.

bonus…

jake had you in a big spoon position..its been like this for minutes probably hours even! You couldn’t keep up with this mans stamina not knowing how much times you had even came around his girthy cock, as he hit your sweet spots with every thrust forcing loud moans from your vocal cords “ please..jakee feels too much its too much baby~! “ he would kiss your tears rolling down your face as his thrust sped up slightly making you squeal out in overstimulation pulling out another orgasm from you “ shh..just take my cock pretty thats all im askin you to do baby. “

GITAE KIM :

THE TOTAL OPPOSITE FROM JAKE

js mean and rough :(( never gives you a break esp if you guys are dating/married he just wants to be in your hole all the time, how else is he gonna relieve his stress anywhere else? Its hard managing a cartel and being so hot, he is such and i mean SUCH a red flag

Soon as you say no to him he will throw a big fit making no other choice for him to fuck your throat and degrade you in how stupid you are and how you dont even compare to those street common whores.

9 inches. YEA HE IS BIGGER THAN JAKE AND SO WHAT 🤬🤬‼️ He is a grower at first you’d be relieved on how he is a average length..but as soon as you start gridding your hips on his lap at the club he is dealing at you felt something way more than average against the fat of your cheeks. ( he is a ass man )

he only is romantic when youre dating him!! If you’re js some night stand he is gonna be rough and aggressive to you all night not even giving you a break.

bonus. . .

“ GITAE- SHIT! “ your screams and moans would bounce off the club restroom his hands bouncing you back on his cock, plunging his hips into yours making wet slapping noises “ maybe if you..didnt tightened the fuck up this would be fuckin easier, right? “ he said his tone being menacing and rude your walls tightening up on his walls as you squealed out more your hands gripping on the bathroom sink. Your legs quivering as the tip of his cock kept hitting your g spot. “ PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE “ your begging would fall deaf on his ears as he roughened up his thrusts pulling you back by your hair “ let me see that fuckin face yea? “ you could only nod bring to dumb to know what to say as your legs quivered pulling out an orgasm from you

[palajae]

episode three. | park sunghoon

PAIRING ▸ host!sunghoon x reader

GENRE ▸ ouran high school host club!au, high school! au, romance, fluff, angst, humor

WC ▸ 3.1k

SUMMARY ▸ host park sunghoon: the strong and silent type. with his cold, tsundere personality and killer good looks, it’s hard not to fall for sunghoon. his connection to sunoo is of utmost importance; however, you could be the one to change that. (but be warned, he’s a man of few words.)

AKA episode three of the kiss, kiss, fall in love! series

AN/NOTES ▸ social awkwardness, not proofread

sorry okay it’s been a fat minute since i posted but FINALLY JAE has gotten the next part out ‼️ i really channeled the engene in me for this one lmao.

EPISODE THREE. Beware the Ice Prince!

seriously, you only started attending the en-host club because your friends did and you really had nothing else to do.   

you had heard several of the boys in your grade were in the infamous club, but besides that, you had no interest in “club” affairs. 

natty and lily wouldn’t stop talking about how “chivalry wasn’t dead” and how “god had favorites.” you figured by going, you could kill some time and meet some new people.

mainly due to the fact that you were attached to the hip to your… well, sketchbook. what better to utilize the people around you for your passion? 

and the most pretty ones were—obviously—found at the en-host club! 

by going there, you could observe and hopefully see some good art. 

while your friends had their favorite designated hosts and activities, your first entrance to the club involved a lot of awkward silence and muttering. 

“you mean, you don’t want to hang out with any of us?” sunoo—you think—frowns. 

you shake your head, stammering. “n-no! i just, prefer to be alone. i can just-like-sit in the corner or something.”

he brightens up and you breathe a sigh of relief. 

“i see. you just like the company?” 

you nod and the host smiles again. “that’s fine. you don’t have to be entertained by one of us. you’re welcome as much as you like! you could even sit by sunghoon!”

your eyebrows furrow as you follow sunoo’s line of sight to-

oh dear. 

probably the finest man you’ve ever laid your eyes on. 

a true work of art. 

your heart pounds uncomfortably in your chest as you glance back at sunoo.

“he doesn’t like to talk much either, so i think you two will get along well!” 

you look uncertainly at the controlled chaos happening all around the room, before back at sunoo. 

he nods encouragingly at you. “don’t worry. even though sunghoon looks like it, he doesn’t bite. in fact, it’s probably the opposite.”

holding your breath, you clutch your sketchbook tighter in your hands before approaching the table sunghoon was quietly sitting at. 

he didn’t even do anything, yet you felt so intimidated. 

wow, it was really stifling to be in his presence. awkwardly, you take a seat. and although he doesn’t move, you feel his eyes land on you. 

biting your lip, you hesitantly wave. 

that was it. no words exchanged. 

after a while, you finally began to relax. still, neither of you said anything. you even felt alright enough to open your sketchbook. 

your eyes would travel across the room, although they always landed on the same person. the one sitting in front of you, silently sipping his tea.

so you sketched. and you enjoyed it. so much to the point you returned the day after, and the day after. 

eventually, the hosts came to know you as a regular. they knew your exact order and your routine. the same every time you came—even without your friends. 

they understood that you simply appreciated sitting and observing. with all the things going on at the club, you enjoyed staying off to the side the most. 

like sunghoon. 

after the first day, you couldn’t work up the courage to approach and sit next to him when he wasn’t with sunoo hosting. 

that was fine. you had eyes. you could sketch him as long as you could see him. pages, filled with a variety of sketches, began to fill up your notebook. 

and most of them were of sunghoon. 

who were you kidding—all of them were of him. every outfit in every season, every expression of his (and he rarely showed emotion). you basically memorized sunghoon’s face. 

and in your time observing at the en-host club, you realized you had only heard him speak a total of six phrases: welcome, goodbye, yes, no, and thank you. 

he more than piqued your interest, but you were far too shy and unmotivated to do something about it. 

checking the clock, you sigh wistfully while putting your sketchbook back into your bag. as always, this was your time to leave. occasionally, one of the hosts would notice you leaving and wave goodbye. 

this time, you’re almost to the door when a tall figure suddenly appears in your line of vision. 

you falter, swallowing abruptly when you realize it’s sunghoon. he looks dashing in his pink hoodie and light jeans—someone mentioned the boys had a boyfriend concept today.  

you stare up at him curiously until he steps closer to you. your mouth dries up at the close proximity. you feel like you can hear your blood rushing in your ears. 

sunghoon doesn’t say anything, as per usual. instead, he walks over and holds open the door for you. 

for a second, you don’t move. and then it hits you. 

what the what the what the, he opened the door for you! 

you quickly squeak out a thank you before practically dashing out of the club room. you’re not sure if you heard or imagined the soft “get home safe,” coming from his voice. 

was he watching you? is that how he knew to open the door? why did he go all the way to help you? did he know what time you usually left? 

you fall onto your bed with a sigh. you were overthinking, and you were delusional. just a little bit. 

perhaps, you would work up the courage to talk to him next time.

you swear you’re not that delusional. most of the time it was you who was staring at sunghoon, sneaking glances at him when he wasn’t looking. whenever he was busy hosting. honestly, your best works were of his stunning side profile. 

but something feels different from that day forward. 

like…like sunghoon was the one staring at you. at first, you were sure you felt eyes on you. 

you would glance up from your sketchbook with a frown, glancing around the room. it was at that moment you would catch sunghoon turning away from you. 

but in what world would he be looking at you? 

he didn’t say a single word. 

it happened so often to the point where you would actually meet his eyes before looking away. you always broke eye contact first. 

this back-and-forth occurred four times before you decided to do something. yes, you counted. 

you decided to remind yourself that you only live once, and you took the chance. you finally stopped being a coward and sat next to sunghoon, one lovely afternoon. 

he seems almost shocked when you approach him, like your very first day at the host club. 

once again, no words were spoken. you simply smiled before taking the seat. unlike the other girls who usually fawned and squealed over him, all you did was sit and enjoy his company. honestly, he was so familiar to you at this point, you actually felt comfortable.   

and when you thought he wasn’t looking, you liked to sneak peeks at him as well. he was even more breathtaking up close. 

that became your daily routine whenever sunghoon was free. although it was absurd, you once thought that maybe he looked forward to sitting and watching with you. 

“what’s up with you and sunghoon?”

“h-huh?”

natty leans over from her desk to shoot you a look. “i mean, what are you two doing in the corner all day?”

you look down at your desk bashfully, “it’s not all day…i just enjoy his company.” 

lily laughs, “sure. i bet you have a lot fun staring at him.” 

you feel your face get hot as natty elbows her. “i think the two of you are cute. even if you have nothing to say to each other.” 

“yeah, i don’t know how you managed to get so close to him. sunghoon is pretty detached from the other girls. he’s just there half the time with sunoo.”

your heart quickens. was that true? 

lily sighs, almost face planting into the table. “what up with all the boys recently? heeseung has been so obsessed with that one student who i don’t even know the name of since they’re so busy studying all the time. and then the top two people of our class are constantly preoccupied with each other. at this rate, i’m gonna move to jake…”

you nodded in contemplation. she was right, you’ve seen heeseung following around your classmate like a baby duck following their mom. even weirder, the two smartest people in your grade started to sit together at the club. 

you were there for it all. 

“sim jaeyun? um, I’m not sure about him. he and riki have a lot of crazy fan girls,” natty wrinkles her nose. “hey, i did hear there was a new host! his name is jung…jung-something.”

“jungwon,” you finish for her. she nods, “i think he’s pretty handsome.”

“not as much as sunghoon though,” you unconsciously mutter. 

sunghoon can easily remember the first day you walked in, eyes wide like you were a kid on their first day of school. the corners of his mouth tilt up slightly. you looked like a baby kitten. 

he catches himself, focusing back on sipping tea while sunoo devoured his sweet treats. 

“do you want a bite, hoon?”

he shakes his head amusedly at sunoo’s bright expression. 

“you should stop eating so many sweets. you already had two slices of cake today.” 

while sunoo pouts and gets up to put his plate away, sunghoon refocuses his attention on you. he didn’t mean to—his gaze was just drawn to your presence. 

he watches wordlessly as sunoo approaches you. you looked so intimidated, sunghoon already felt bad and he didn’t know the reason. 

he catches himself again, internally chiding his own behavior. get a grip, you’re a host. 

suddenly, you’re approaching him. you look like a kitten again in front of him, just like when you first walked in. his whole body tenses. 

sunghoon waits, yet you don’t say anything. only a simple wave and that’s enough to light a fire in his heart. 

he’s surprised to see you sit down and pull out a sketchbook. he observes as you flip through the pages, trying to sneak a peek. but then he realizes he’s being kinda, really creepy. 

so sunghoon purposely turns away to focus. look anywhere but at the person sitting across from you, he repeats to himself over and over. 

after that day, he noticed you didn’t sit next to him. for quite a while. 

so, he chose to watch you. he watched you walk in every afternoon with a hesitant smile. he watched as you took the same seat near the window and pulled out your scuffed up notebook to draw. 

he watched how your lips pursed when you weren’t happy with a sketch, or how you would stop to think while looking around you. 

sunghoon liked the way your eyes lit up when you turned to a blank, fresh page. and when you would smile and greet the other hosts, gratefully accepting a cup of tea. even the look of concern you had on your face as you watched jake and riki do something stupidly dangerous again. 

the thing he liked the most, however, was when he felt your eyes on him when you thought he wasn’t looking. 

sunghoon’s not sure why, but he likes it. after all, he couldn’t say anything. he did the same thing to you. 

he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. 

that’s why, when you sit across from him one day with that stunning smile of yours, his breath hitched. 

sunghoon… wanted to say something. he tried, really tried, but no words would come out. he couldn’t think of anything to say. 

apparently, that was fine with you. you relaxed in the silence, so he did too. 

it’s not like he meant to, but he snuck a glance. he was so curious as to what you had been working on in that sketchbook of yours. he knew it had to be your prized possession, the way you carried it around everywhere. 

sunghoon certainly wasn’t expecting to see his own face, beautifully drawn. it was him from a few weeks ago, last week, and yesterday. he remembers the detective concept and outfits they adorned. 

you… you sketched it all. all this time, you sketched him? 

he’s truly speechless, and everyone knew it was hard to make the stoic sunghoon react. 

“…are you friends with y/n?” he randomly asks one day after the club had closed for the day, completely out of the blue. 

sunoo tilts his head, “we’ve talked. why?” 

heeseung pops by, “did i hear hoon’s got a crush? who could have warmed the cold tsundere sunghoon’s heart?”

although he wants to roll his eyes, he simply looks away. 

“y/n?” riki calls from where he’s playing catch with jake, “the one who doesn’t say anything and draws all day?”

“they could if they wanted to,” sunghoon remarks quietly. riki shrugs. 

sunoo watches sunghoon with an inquisitive expression. 

he’s never seen his friend act like that with the other guests before… 

“it’s his birthday soon?” the words spill out of your mouth without even realizing it. you stopped, overhearing some girls sitting near you. 

they eye you, and it registers in your head that they know you’re the one whom sunghoon often sits next to. you seem oh so close to him, and yet you don’t know his birthday? you feel embarrassed, making your way to your normal seat.

“hoon? yeah, his birthday is in three days,” sunoo nods. “why? are you planning something?” 

you’re quick to shake your head, flustered. “nono, i was simply curious… thanks for letting me know.” 

alright. you officially have three days to find sunghoon a gift. 

it’s only then it hits you. you know close to nothing about sunghoon. other than the fact that he was a host, you barely knew his likes or dislikes. heck, you barely even spoke to him. 

you’re doomed. all the other guests were probably going to get him extravagant gifts that were exactly to his liking. 

you? you scrambled to find something that would come in three days. and you weren’t even sure if he would like it. at the least, he could regift it to someone else if he really hated it. 

you clutch the small gift bag nervously behind you as you enter the host club. 

usually, decorations would be set up for the members’ birthdays. however, sunghoon never wanted a big celebration so they would get him a simple birthday cake every year. at least, that’s what sunoo told you. 

sunghoon wanted his birthday day to feel like any other ordinary day. you hoped you could stay true to that. 

or…not.

the sight of said host rejecting someone’s gift to him is the first thing that greets you. your smile immediately falters. 

he didn’t like gifts? your heart begins to race. crap, crap. what were you going to do? you couldn’t hide the gift—someone would find it. it was obviously who it was for, with the big fat words happy birthday printed all over the bag. plus your names written on it, addressed to sunghoon. 

your eyes follow him to his usual seat, only for your heart to drop. 

sunghoon looks around expectantly. almost like, he was… looking for someone (you). he does. almost immediately. 

if you move, he’ll see the bag behind you. heart racing, you decide to charge ahead and approach him. you couldn’t face a rejection of the gift you spent hours trying to find, but you also didn’t want to leave him hanging. 

you walk over nervously, doing your absolute best to hide the bag and appear unaffected. maybe he wouldn’t notice, right?

wrong. sunghoon was probably the most observant person on the earth. his eyes immediately fall to your suspicious hands.

it was over. his eyes flick back up to you with a questioning look in them. 

you close your eyes briefly, internally falling to your knees. well, there was nothing else to do. 

you nervously thrust out the bag towards him, hiding your face as you softly say,

“happy birthday, sunghoon.” 

you hold your breath and wait embarrassingly for the painful rejection. 

spoiler: it never comes. 

“thank you.” 

hearing his voice causes shivers to run down your spine. your eyes fly open. did he just…accept your gift? and more importantly, he spoke to you?!

he takes the bag and puts it aside on the table. 

“are you not going to open it?” 

he looks at your expectant expression before beginning to unwrap the gift. 

“i thought maybe we could share,” you mumble. 

sunghoon carefully opens the intricate wrapping to unveil the gift you ultimately decided on: a smooth, leather sketchbook with pencils. 

“now we’re matching,” you whisper before pulling out your own. 

“i… don’t know what to do with it.”

hearing his voice again still makes goosebumps appear on your arm. you stifle a laugh as you reach over to demonstrate. 

the real sunghoon watches in awe as you begin roughly drawing something in his new sketchbook. when you retract your arm, he’s finally able to see what you did. it’s a beautiful drawing of a cake and the words, happy sunghoon day! 

he glances up at you with wide eyes. you shrug and only look away. to your surprise, sunghoon determinedly picks up a pen and begins doodling as well. 

soon enough, the first page is filled with random drawings, doodles, and most importantly, meaningful connections. 

you both smile and silently laugh at each other’s drawings. sunghoon’s favorite is your drawing of a baby sunoo and his cake while your favorite is of sunghoon’s (rather awful, yet still recognizable) drawing of the seven hosts. 

this is the first time you’ve felt like you truly communicated with sunghoon, even if it was through a paper and pen instead of words. 

when the page is filled completely, you admire your collaboration work proudly. 

“thank you, y/n.”

your heart warms. “o-of course,” you stammer. maybe you were slightly very internally freaking out that he addressed you by your name. 

sunghoon must’ve seen your bashful expression because he reaches over to pat your head. nothing else had to be said, because in that moment, you felt all your feelings were conveyed. 

park sunghoon was supposed to be the cold and tsundere type of host. yet around you, he felt vulnerable, like you brought out a different side of him. 

as you sit across from him, sharing smiles, you wish this moment could last forever. 

all you can think is that sunghoon’s soul is so pure and needs to be preserved, protected. you really hope you can be the one to forever do that. 

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[sadjestergirll]

SONGS THAT REMIND ME OF WELCOME HOME CHARACTERS ‼️

Barnaby B. Beagle

Fat funny friend - Maddie Zahm

Sucker - Jonas Brothers

How long - Charlie Puth

Candy - Robbie Williams

Cake by the ocean - DNCE

Perfect to me - Anne-Marie

Sorry - Justin Bieber

Rude - MAGIC!

I can’t decide - Scissor Sisters

Louise - TV Girl

Julie Joyful

Call me maybe - Carly Rae Jepsen

Your Reality - Dan Salvato

Jump up, Super Star! - VGR, Jenny

Falling for ya - Grace Phipps

FANCY - TWICE

Sally Starlet

The Man - Taylor Swift

Girls - MARINA

I / Me / Myself - Will Wood

Alejandro - Lady Gaga

Take a hint - Night Inn

Superstar - Toy-Box

Judas - Lady Gaga

Eddie dear

Heaven knows I’m miserable now - The smiths

Two Time - Jack Stauber’s Micropop

Love Grows - Edison Lighthouse

Boys Don’t Cry - The Cure

Head over heels - Tears for Fears

Good old fashioned lover boy - Queen (2011)

Frank Frankly

Eddie my love - The Chordettes

Your stupid face - Kaden MacKay

Despair - leo.

Somebody’s watching me - Rockwell

I do adore - Mindy Gledhill

Wally Darling

Posin - Glenn Gatsby

Oh Klahoma - Jack Stauber

Puppet boy - DEVO

Livin’ in the sunlight, Lovin’ in the moon light - Tiny Tim

The red means I love you - Madds Buckley

Honeypie - JAWNY

Another Believer - Rufus Wainwright

Poppy Partridge

Moral of the story - Ashe

Turn it down - OR3O

Home - Cavetown

Rises the moon - Liana Flores

Howdy Pillar

SPIDER WEB - Melanie Martinez

Please please please let me get what I want - The smiths

Charlie’s Inferno - That Handsome Devil

Somethin’ stupid - Frank sinatra, Nancy sinatra

Out of touch - Daryl Hall & John Oates

. . .

Another random post, I’m bored guysss, but yeah these songs honestly remind me of these guys 🙏

(All art not mine ‼️)

[k-hotchoisan]

wdyt of headcanons of bff!jongho and his gentle habit of running the tip of his nose, lips, and fingers across your skin and u reciprocate so the tension gets thicker and thicker each time but on a random rainy day, while cuddling, your fingers trace up his thighs and somewhere below his belly button and he SNAPS‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭

NO WAIT WAIT WAIT 🤚🏻🤚🏻🤚🏻🛑🛑🛑 IM SUCh A SUCKER FOR SOFT AND LIGHT TOUCHES??? AND JONGHO IS THE PERFECT CONTENDER FOR THIS BC I SEE IT????

I want to see Jongho’s face and reaction when you trail your fingertips up and down his thigh absentmindedly. It starts off playful and Jongho likes the way it tickles since he does it so often—pressing soft kisses against your nose, temple, thighs and you always squeal when he does that. When you do it, it sends electricity down his spine too, and he adores it. Just one problem, it’s starting to get him hot and bothered for some reason when you do it to him.

Jongho pretends he doesn’t notice, but the higher your hands trail up his thighs, the more his breath hitches, and then when your hand is hovering over his pelvic region, his hand grabs yours and you’re staring right at his unreadable expression.

Before you know it, he has you trapped underneath him, his hands are pining both your wrists down.

He asks, “and just what do you think you’re trying to do?” You would shrug innocently.

“You always do that,” you’d reply innocently. Jongho only stares back. Oh boy does he want to ruin you so bad. He drags your clothes off you, one by one before he completely undresses himself, his cock slapping against his lower abdomen as he sighs.

Soon enough you find yourself taking his thick cock up your sopping cunt. Your legs are resting over his shoulders, tears streaking down your face as you take every fucking inch Jongho gives you. His fat cock is amazing at sending sparks beneath your eyelids every time he has you filled up and whining, and he’s just soaking in the completely fucked out expression you give him whenever he renters you to break you over and over again.

He bites and sucks against your legs that are propped up on his shoulders as you completely fall apart when your orgasm hits you, whining so fucking loud when Jongho intentionally slows down his thrusts when you’re shaking from the orgasm with a smirk.

To be fair, he’s not lasting any longer than you are—he’s biting the inside of his cheek when you’re fluttering over his rigid cock with your convulsing walls, accompanied by you screaming his name like a mantra.

He becomes completely undone—jerking forward with a moan and a string of curses as he spurts and empties right into your tight hole, so much that it’s starting to leak out of you. He pulls out, and a few more spurts land on your tummy.

Jongho’s ready to take a bunch of tissues to clean the both of you up, but he halts his tracks when your hand grabs his wrist, and you’re looking up at him with those sinful eyes, and you murmur, “not enough, babe. Need more.”

It take him less than a spilt second to grow rock hard again at your perfect little fucked out state, still begging for him to fuck you until your mind breaks. He glances at the window—the thunderstorm is still raging on—before his attention is back onto you, as he climbs over your frame, rubbing his cock against your ruined folds, watching you sigh before your face contorts into pleasure once more.

[daftpatience]

Hi, I'm a trans man freshly on T (less than a year) and I've always hated my fat thighs. But now my fat thighs are growing thick black hair, and when I look at them I see your art, and the love you put into it, and I have started to love my fat thighs.

I just wanted you to know that you contributed to my gender euphoria and maybe helped me love my body more (I'm working on it, not 100% there yet) and I think it's important that you know you have a positive impact even if it's just on one person.

this is wonderful 😭💕 fat hairy boys with fat hairy thighs are some of the sexiest people out there and I'm glad I can channel even a little of my adoration for us into my art so it comes thru to people that need that love 🫵❗❗‼️❗

[bootyquaker9000]

Future! Rise! Leo N$FW headcanons

ROTTMNT

🔞‼️N$FW

For everyone who is feral and down horrendous for this man😭 not proofread btw

- breeding kink 🤭 not even in like a he wants to get you pregnant way (he might tho), I think cumming inside you is his way of claiming you yk yk (and ofc respects if you don’t want him to)

- the moment you beg or ask him to cum inside you, he is. so fucking much. buckets. OMG he would pass out if you ever told him you love his cum

- size kink??? 🤭 perchance

- brat tamer but still gentle he doesn’t want to hurt you

- He HATES condoms. Honestly might not even own any. I can imagine that mutant genes are pretty weird so like idk if he can impregnate you anyways (and obviously if you don’t have a uterus you don’t have have to worry about that anyways)

- Switch. He can play both dominant and submissive roles perfectly, but prefers to be top

- but if his partner is on top he’s such a brat

- LOVES vibrators. Could and does use them on you for hours (inside you, on your clit/tip, on your nips)

- ^ and hey, if you wanna use one on him he’s not gonna complain at all

- ^along with that, this man WILL overstimulate you until you’re crying and begging your whimpers just make him so hard

- wouldn’t really be into is degradation or humiliation. he only wants to give praise and be praised. Would only degrade his partner if they REALLY wanted him to but after he feels really bad and lowkey embarrassed

- It turns him on so much and he could genuinely cum just from hearing his partner moan (or scream 🫣) his name

- very open minded to trying different and new things in bed

- He’s so fucking loud 😭 grunting, groaning, moaning (+ whimpering if he’s bottom)

- ^ he’s always loud, but he’s SO much louder when his partner is on top. especially when he’s getting head

- BIG INTO ORAL giving and receiving. will tell you how good you taste.

- FACE SITTING. After a long day of training and working all he wants is to come home and have you sit on his face.

- has THE dirtiest mouth 😭 praising tf out of you, telling you how tight you are, how good you feel, how hard you make him, etc.

- but he can also be rlly sweet w/ it too if he feels like. ex.: telling you how beautiful you look when you cum for him

- he is a FREAK in the freakiest way

- definitely at LEAST above average in terms of size

- steals your underwear

- god he is such a fucking tease 😭 loves to edge you until you’re practically in tears begging him to let you cum. he just wants to watch you squirm

- tying you up

- ^ will tie your hands behind your back with his mask while he’s hitting it from the back

- “I missed you so much” whispered to you as he slides it in after not seeing each other for a while

- UGH CALL HIM ‘SIR’ and he’s gonna bust right there

- riding his thigh 🤭

- ^ honestly just riding him in general drives him crazy

- Isn’t into slapping or any kind of pain really with the exception of you ass. it doesn’t matter if you got a fat ass or not he’s smacking that shit. leaving handprints on it fr

- He will fuck you in public with absolutely no shame even if you get caught

- ^ he could dick you down in the middle of Pizza Hut and be unfazed

- Quickies 🤭

- Really into roleplay

- He’s rough in bed but makes sure he’s not hurting you

- Holds your hand 🤭

- His heat/mating season is ROUGH. Both metaphorically and literally

- Cockwarming fan!!! specifically with you in his lap or while spooning

- MELTS if you tell him how good it feels, when you beg for more, really any kind of praise at all

- An ass guy all the way, but (if you have them) he also loves your tits

- loves watching you struggle and tells you how well you’re doing

- REALLY, really good aftercare

Things he would say in bed:

“You can take it.”

“For me?”

“That’s it…”

“Such a good girl/boy.”

“You’re doing so well…just a little bit more.”

“Hm? Use your words, baby.”

“Look at you…Poor thing. So needy.”

“Yeah, you like that? Bet you wanna cum so bad, huh?”

“I know you need it…just hold on a little bit longer.”

"That's right, baby. Just enjoy my cock."

"Too much? You love it, don't you?"

"You're mine, aren't you?"

“Stay just like that, beautiful.”

"You make me so hard just by being near you."

"You did so well, baby.”

“You feel so good.”

“Feel how much I love you?”

“Feel how much I need you?”

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum so hard for you.”

[bendrownedbodypillow]

I think you should absolutely rant about Marble Hornets characters being watered down for shipping actually 👍

Okay so I'm gonna start with Jay, because my boy had the worst mischaracterization since Twink Masky (that's a different can of worms that I will be going into later).

Now, obviously, Jay is flawed, he makes bad decisions, and posting someone's medical documentation online is a BAD IDEA‼️‼️but that doesn't make him stupid. He's obviously not stupid, he's a flawed character, but the problem with how he's watered down is that they make him stupid, and they twink him out as well, they make him seem like this helpless pissbaby that needs Tim or Brian or Alex to save him when he lasted YEARS without them, and on the topic of Tim, they make him out to seem like this heartless bastard with nothing to offer but scatching remarks.

Tim is a complex, dynamic character, but he's interpretated as this awful guy, or the lord Himself, there's no in-between where we recognize that he's, at baseline, A Normal Guy, does he have issues? Yes! Do they make him evil and a moral lost cause? No! They don't, because he's a dynamic character with growth, and him and Jay are pushed in the the Grumpy x Sunshine box like Jay is anywhere NEAR sunshine, they're both struggling, they're both leaning on each other, and hot take, extreme paranoia on both ends doesn't scream Grumpy x Sunshine to me, and onto Alex, he's not the evil guy people think he is, again, he's flawed, everyone in Marble Hornets is flawed, that's what makes their characters so interesting! Alex was going fucking THROUGH IT, he was doing what he thought was right, he was trying to help, he was desperate, he's not this crazed murderer, he cared about his friends so much that he died for them, that doesn't scream horrible person to me, and not to mention, he was doing his fucking best even before Slenderman, he loved his friends, he loved his family, his girlfriend, and one by one, he lost them all, he lost everyone after trying to save them, even Brian, as Ray of Sunshine as hes treated (which isn't wrong, he's absolutely full of friendliness and kindness) is deeply flawed, and as much as we all love him, stalking people is pretty fucked up, and I'm sorry, but if you want uwu twinks in your media, read Boyfriends on webtoon and leave grown men ALONE

And I do think alot of the twinkifying comes from fat phobia (internalized or not), but that's a conversation for another day

[kneelingshadowsalome]

What if Konig accidentally scared the reader?

Like they were having small disagreement when he raised his hand to touch his face - and the reader flinched at that?

I can imagine him getting flashbacks to his father and how he used to treat his mother. He would feel so bad :(. Like, 'Does she think I'll hurt her? Is she scared of me? What if I do end up like my father?' And have a mini breakdown.

But from the reader's POV, she wasn't really "scared" of him. She just saw movements from the corner of her eye, and her body reacted for her.

Sorry not sorry for the angst ‼️🥰

I’m going to answer these two together because they kind of interlap!

CW: sexism, toxic König, light angst, a dash of fluff

Ooh this kind of behavior would remind him of his mother and only amp up König’s protectiveness for sure! I can’t stress it enough that the more his woman needs him, the better König feels about himself. It’s his life’s purpose to take care of his companion (so much so that this caretaking gains manipulative, stalkish and possessive elements...)

Truth be told, he would view this kind of behavior as you being helpless. And helpless creatures draw him in. König very much has a thing for helpless women. Actually, he thinks it's only natural for a woman to behave like that! His motivation to shield, guard and protect is founded on the need to make himself feel strong and capable (or masculine, if you want to put it that way).

You're scared? He will protect and console you, whatever it is. The more jumpy you are, the more it fires up his protectiveness. This guy wants to be the hero who saves your day. He will do anything in his power to drive your fears away.

You're clingy? Boy, you just gave a starving dog a fat bone! The more clingy you are, the happier König is. (Then he can pretend it’s you who needs him and not the other way around.) It soothes him when you're needy and desperate for him and his company. He will always be there for you, don’t worry ❤️

You forget things and stuff? König will go and fetch that shirt you forgot, even if it's miles away. He will say you should go and rest for a while if you spilled some water on the counter. In fact, he orders you to go and sit down while he cleans it up. He doesn't normally do house chores and cleaning but hey – his woman has clearly just exerted herself so of course he'll help.

And about arguments: during an argument König would be quite calm, actually? He would rarely even raise his voice with you. He's simply that sure of himself and of knowing what's "best for you". You can have your little fits and he might entertain you by giving you what you want if it's something insignificant, but otherwise, he knows he will have the last say if you disagree on something major.

The only thing that would make König lose it with you is probably the cheating scenario discussed earlier... He would be so broken, it would fuck him up so completely that there would be no redemption for him anymore. His violence might bleed into this relationship and manifest as emotional abuse, perhaps verbal abuse, too. He would go outside occasionally to let out some steam (wreck something) but even then, he would not touch you in anger.

If you flinched as an involuntary reaction to his touch during whatever argument you were having... yes he would have a minor breakdown. Flashbacks to his abusive father: definitely. König would apologize if he has been too rough with you. He knows his size and that he’s violent as fuck.

He sometimes wants to squeeze you a little too hard, gives you bitemarks when you two are having sex, he wants to hear those helpless sounds you make when he’s inside you... He wants to own, no, possess you. But he doesn’t want to see you hurt or scared (well, that's what he tells himself, even if you might suffer from his controlling behavior). There's a tug of war inside him: between the need to protect those few he cares about and the need to just annihilate the whole world that has made him suffer.

The last thing König wants is to become a replica of his father. That’s why women get treated differently, like they’re delicate flowers (because König is in fact scared of himself and that he might hurt them), and that’s why his woman will be protected and sheltered and taken care of. At all costs. She will never suffer the same abuse his mother did.

(Yes, König will only, um. Abuse you differently? Aaargh!)

[olteacup]

SAW UR POST this is ur reason to yap and talk about Our Life ‼️🫵 give us ur mcs or hcs NOW!!

YIPPIE !!! I HAVE SO MANY MCS THAT I NEED TO SHARE

ahem.

this (not so) lovely girl is Azalea(she/her), she has autism and i love her sm :3 she doesn't typically get along with the opposite genders, so she had a rough start with Qiu but she considers them a frenemy, i made her make an exception for Baxter ward (i CANNOT make my mcs dislike baxter 😔 all my mcs like Baxter Ward) she does in fact not get along with Ren in the beginning (she'll warm up eventually) Azi is also head over heels about Tamarack <3

this is Cedric(he/him), he's a little ass and he was one of my (many) first mcs. Cedric is such a dork for vampires, please talk to him about them and he will tell you these (annoying) facts about them. He wanted to be a vampire, he still does, most likely watched Twilight with his mom and he's very ashamed that he in fact did NOT gain a crush on Edward but actually on Jacob. He can't help himself, have you seen him with long hair?? He's very fond of Baxter and thinks he secretly a vampire, he does have a teeny tiny crush on Qiu and Baxter

I've talked about Charlie(they/them) before but i can never get enough. Charlie is so competitive it doesn't matter if its friendly they want to be first, saying that when it comes to school they are not your strongest solider, im sorry but Charles is dumber than a rock (the exact opposite of my next mc). They love exploring and going outside, please don't make them go inside they'll die or boredom. They didn't get along with Ren at first because of them being non-binary and not being able to join the boys club, they warmed up though! I feel like Charlie would either be obsessed with Dinosaurs or Robots, Charles definitely will later on switch it up and become obsessed with stars :D

I've been waiting for this mc, this pretty boy is Tulio(They/He/She)! I named her after this guy on insta, Tulio is the prettiest thing he enjoys pretty things (like his best friend, Qiu) they are the nicest person you will ever meet, polite, smart and kind, someone you'd want your parents to meet (hopefully) Tulip is such a flower nerd, hence the nickname Tulip. (funfact i named him Tulio/Tulip since Tulips are my favorite flowers, his last name is also a flower, Rosa = Rose) I head cannon that he has a green thumb! Tulio is genderfluid and is okay with any pronouns, they have a BIG fat crush on Baxter Ward. Especially since Baxter saved her from falling off the bike, but they also like Baxter since hes very formal and polite (plus Baxter is pretty!!) Tulip is currently my top favorite mc!

[yoichichi]

FELLOW DAD BOD TOJI ENTHUSIAST I AM SO HAPPY :3

OH SALEM… WE ARE ALL ABOUT DAD BODS AND FAT MEN ON THIS BLOG ‼️‼️‼️

MINORS DNI - bratty transmasc!toji x top!reader

toji lovessss when you grab n paw at him while you fuck even if he doesn’t say anything ! Clenches when he see’s the way you’re staring down at his body while you’re inside him too.

He’s laying on his back holding his legs apart for you with his arms wrapped under his thighs, his silver n black bush, trailing down from his stomach, is curled and messy from a mixture of sweat, spit, lube, and his own arousal. You’re fucking him at the relentless pace he likes so much all while he’s panting and cooing at you between hiccups and groans of pleasure about the ways your thighs are shaking and your own stomach is clenching from the exertion,

“You’re shaking baby, ‘s it too much for you, hm?” the lazy half smirk growing on his face contradicts his sweet choice of words, but matches the arrogant, albeit breathy, tone of voice he speaks with.

Giving in and snapping back with a quick remark is what toji expects from you. But the way your face suddenly leans down close (but not close enough) to his, now with one palm placing pressure on his lower abdomen as you continue to grind into him while the other lays clenched tight resting above his head, and the noise you pull from him when you do it, is the last thing he expects from you.

“Aw baby boy, you’re shaking, ‘s it too much for you?”

He wants to spit in your face at the pet name, he really does, he wants to be mean, but all he can bring himself to do s whine at the sickeningly soft way you mock and tease him, and clench down hard when he comes to and realizes he really is shaking.

But your desire doesn’t go unnoticed on his part either. Your face remains close, but you’re no longer sharing his gaze, you’ve adjusted to prop yourself up slightly and move your attention down to where you both meet. It’s lewd, he knows it is, the way his mess has spread, the sight of him stretching around you as more of him collects at the base of your cock, and the way his soft and heavy muscles ripple from the weight and force of you fucking him - and you’re staring down at it all, lips slightly parted as you pant and groan,

“My big boy.”

He feels a slight flutter grow in his chest of maybe… embarrassment? Bashfulness? He can’t tell, all he knows is it really is all too much for him, which is exactly why he cums hard on your cock without asking first :(

[anemonelovesfiction]

Make The Angels Cry

Angel! Rotxo x Fem! Human Reader

Warnings ⚠️ : Masturbation (both), Grinding, Eating Out, Fingering, Handjob, Partial Blowjob.

This is based off of Chris Grey’s song, the title is the same, something in the song inspired me to write this masterpiece and I’m grateful my mind works in these weird ways.

‼️Humans can breathe Pandoran air‼️

‼️Partially Proof-Read‼️

Translation Station

Tawtute: Sky Person (Human)

Rey’eng: The Balance of Life

Iknimaya: Rite of Passage

Paysyul: Waterlily

Tsaheylu: Bond (neural connection)

Uniltìrantokx: Avatar, Dream Walker Body

Tsmukan: Brother

Olo’Eyktan: Clan Leader

Marui: Home

Tewng: Loincloth

Karyu: Teacher

Tìyawn: Love

Sevin’evan: Pretty Boy

Word Count: 11.2K (I got carried away)

“You may not interfere with her life, my child, am I to be understood?” Eywa’s booming voice rings throughout the kingdom, it was seldom the time she spoke, but when she did, it was a serious matter. This was something he knew as this had not been the first time he had been told this very thing- granted it had come from senior angels who had earned their place beside Eywa as her soldiers, but nevertheless he’d been told countless times.

He had gotten close to the physical realm to assist one of the tawtute, had Eywa herself not been keeping watch of her creation, he would have leapt through the portal and assisted the girl on the other side. Any help without Eywa’s prior approval was forbidden as it could mess with the rey’eng and bring destruction to the harmonious peace within the physical realm.

Rotxo turns his saddened expression toward the great mother, his excuse dying on his tongue as the tears welled up in his eyes, he hadn’t meant to upset anyone, much less wanted to get in trouble for doing something wrong, but he was just a boy. Rotxo was still too small to understand the rules, he had yet to pass his iknimaya, get his first tattoo, much less have time to grow his wings.

“Oh,” Eywa coo’s at the sight before her as she picks him up in the palm of her hand, unlike her angels who had physical bodies, Eywa had a silhouette of light, warmth immediately being distributed toward Rotxo’s tiny body as she attempts to console her child.

“I didn’t mean to do something bad,” Rotxo looses all of his composure as fat tears roll down his face, but he couldn’t help wanting to help someone as pretty as you. You reminded him of a paysyul, freshly set on the water, opened up to receive the sunlight and bountiful blessings from the great mother, but you were also just a mere child no older than four years old at this time.

Rotxo was special in the eyes of Eywa, not only had he never done anything wrong in his life, but he was amongst the firstborn angels in her kingdom, whereas everyone else had been created- except the other children that now resided with her.

“You are not allowed to step into the physical realm unless you are a soldier, much less help anyone without my saying so.” Eywa explains in a much softer tone for the boy to digest, she can only see him nod as he begins to wipe the tears from his eyes, using the backs of his chubby hands as he did so, making him look adorable.

“Un-understood.” The child stutters slightly but nods upon hearing Eywa’s words. The great mother humming in approval of his answer and slowly settling him back onto the puffy cloud he’d been sitting on.

_________

“You cannot connect to the great mother, what makes you think you can form any kind of tsaheylu to pass an iknimaya?” One particular Na’Vi’s voice rings out and I can watch my tawtute freeze, the anger radiating off her body as she clenches her fists, I could tell she had been holding back but was tempted to deck the Na’Vi in the face.

I would always spend my free time near the portal to the physical realm, asking it to show me my tawtute by name, her name tingled on my lips the first time I’d tasted it on my tongue, something so foreign yet familiar all the same.

I enjoyed watching over her as it would often lead me to learning more about the kind of person she is; she’s kind, compassionate, adorable, has a mild temper, creative, daring. Everything about her had me smitten, but one of the things that would upset me was whenever the natives started picking on her, sure she looked different than them, but that didn’t give them the right to be rude to her, if only they saw what I see in her, they’d be a lot nicer.

“I didn’t say I could make the bond.” My tawtute speaks through clenched teeth, everything about her body language had proven how mad she had been getting and her fists remained clenched by her side, I could find myself nodding along to her statement as she had never said she could form a bond, I subconsciously played with my own braid as the conversation continued.

I would often find myself perched on my fluffy cloud, drawn to just about anything it was she’d decide to do that day, constantly mesmerized by her beauty, there was no denying I had been drawn to her.

We had been born around the same time from what I could recall, but she had been just a bit younger than I was, so I knew she had been going through her own version of puberty and her emotions were starting to become sporadic, I had trouble keeping up with them on occasion.

I remember when the stubs of my wings were starting to come out and how irritable I had been during that time. I had just started to grow feathers on them and would learn how to take flight soon, in fact I should be learning at this moment but I was too busy staring down at the physical realm to find my tawtute and see what she was up to.

“Who cares what you said, you will never be one of us, you’re a freak.” The boys voice breaks me out of my thoughts and I could almost see her aura changing. I had realized she’d snapped from the moment she turned around, lunging at the teenaged Na’Vi and bringing him down to the floor, punching his face left and right and getting all of her anger out, his hands attempting to block the blows and failing.

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I’d watched her throughout the years and seen when her family moved to Awa’atlu, having seen how the uniltìrantokx had taken her brother from her, I felt bad for saying I’m glad she hadn’t been caught alongside him but I kept a close eye on him whenever I could, whispering to her about his safety whenever I could, hoping she could hear me but knowing she wouldn’t have been able to.

She’s learned to pull her weight when it came to the tasks on the island, the skills she’d learned from the Omatikaya weren’t necessarily useful here, but it sure helped her be an early riser and show up for her chores, even when she’d dreaded doing them, she still shows up. From my perspective, she’d been doing a great job at everything she had done, even when she had been slower than her blue counterparts, she put her all into it.

Even after all of her efforts in doing everything she’d done, she still had a rough time fitting in, there had been another person who’d called her and Kiri a freak and she had clenched her fists, much like the previous time she’d been in this predicament I could tell she was about to snap, before Neteyam and Lo’ak did the beating for her.

After that instance Lo’ak had been abandoned at sea and managed to come back with minimal scrapes and bruising. From then on it seemed as though everyone had forgotten their differences and started hanging out together and she finally somewhat fit in. Ao’nung stopped talking to his old friends as he and Tsireya began teaching them the way of water.

But the moment that Payakan had been in trouble was what had started everything. All of them ended up catching up to Lo’ak and taking the tracker off of his spirit brother a little bit too late, she’d ended up having to ride on Lo’ak’s Ilu.

Had I had a heart, it would have been beating erratically, but at this moment I could only watch in suspense, ending up in anger after seeing her being captured and tied to the deck of the ship she’d been trapped on before Neteyam heroically saved them.

“Come on let’s go,” Neteyam speaks in a rushed tone as he grabs my tawtute’s shoulders to guide her away from the ship before seeing his brother leaning over a dead uniltìrantokx’s body and taking his weapon from him.

“Lo’ak.” It was a warning to get the younger boy to listen but Lo’ak stood his ground as he held the gun closer to his body.

“They’ve got Spider,” Lo’ak begins before my tawtute speaks up.

“We’ve gotta get him, C’mon.” She speaks in her native tongue as she sides with Lo’ak, and if I had a say I would have said this was a bad idea and this is where her bad luck began.

“C’mon bro, we can’t leave him.” Lo’ak states and Neteyam grunts in frustration as he looks between the tawtute and his tsmukan before agreeing.

It doesn’t take long for them to find Spider, ensuring that my tawtute is safe before jumping off the ledge they had been on, attacking the other tawtute surrounding Spider.

“Look out!” My tawtute screams as she points toward the one grabbing his weapon, Lo’ak’s gun shooting off before the body lies back down on the floor, unmoving.

“Bro come on.” Spider states just as Neteyam grabs my tawtute and lowers her from the ledge they’d jumped down from and she quickly hugs her tsmukan.

“Let’s go-“ Neteyam pats Lo’ak’s chest and the four of them continue on.

It doesn’t take long for the gunfire to start again and it all moved in slow motion as I saw the bullets flying near my tawtute, and I’d done the one thing nobody in Eywa’s kingdom had ever dared to do, I leapt into the portal.

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The immediate feeling of warmth had enveloped my body but I couldn’t look at what was happening as a blinding light had caused me to close my eyes, at this moment in time I feel as though I had just died, most recent thoughts scrolling through my mind like a movie- we’d saved Spider and he was safe, at this point that was all that mattered.

I could have sworn I had felt a bullet grazing my stomach at one point but all of that was irrelevant as long as I knew my brother was safe.

It wasn’t until the water runs through my entire body that I feel as though my entire circulatory system is able to react again, moving my arms around my body in an attempts to stay afloat, the feeling of a large body being pressed against my own, It wasn’t that I didn’t want to open my eyes, it was that I couldn’t, until the moment my body resurfaced and I took a big gasping breath in order to fill my burning lungs that I was finally able to snap my eyes open, coming across a Na’Vi I’d never seen.

Before I could ask who the hell he was, or even check to see if he had been a recom I could hear a splash behind me, signaling Neteyam had finally jumped into the water, turning my attention on him as he bobs in and out of water.

Neteyam suffered a big injury to his chest, one that had the potential for ending his life had it been a couple of centimeters to the right side of his body, but everyone was busy thanking Eywa that it had been less severe, he’d been patched up after the bullet had been extracted from his body, his arm placed in a sling for the time being until he could recover.

But that had been the least of our worries as the random Na’Vi man had been brought in and questioned by the Olo’Eyktan and his warriors, ensuring to keep him away from us for the time being, but I’d grown curious about his existence as I could have sworn I’d never seen a Metkayina as a recom.

I’d wanted to know just how he’d managed to wrap his entire body around me without getting himself hurt in the process, I know he wasn’t standing in front of me beforehand, wondering where he’d come from and not getting to question him myself meant not getting any answers.

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“Where did you come from?” Tonowari’s voice is smooth and collected, he’d gathered his warriors to surround the random tattoo’d Na’Vi who’d appeared on the ships. Not sure what his motive was but not wanting to look past it, given the recent events that had unfolded, he wanted to keep his people safe.

“Just as I have told you before, I come from Eywa’s kingdom.” Rotxo answers cooly, no waver in his voice, he had remained calm in this situation as he had not wanted to anger the person questioning him.

“Where is that exactly?” Tonowari counters, turning as he begins to walk around the younger male, his back facing him as he walks tauntingly around him.

“It is not in this physical realm but the one above this one.” Rotxo answers honestly once more, he did not need to hide where he was coming from as one could not find it from the physical realm. There was no way this chief would be able to find the entrance to his home and harm anyone there, not that Rotxo believed thats what he would do, but it was something he knew he could safely reveal as his people and the great mother remained safe from any danger.

Plus, you had to be summoned by the great mother herself in order to come back toward her kingdom, and since everyones souls were still holding onto their own bodies, there would not be a summoning soon.

“Does this realm have a place of entry?” Tonowari asks as he turns around to face Rotxo.

“No, sir.” Rotxo is quick to answer back while maintaining himself seated on the floor of the marui they were keeping him in.

The two continued back and fourth, the elder of the two asking questions while pacing around the marui, in an attempt to understand if this newly found Na’Vi was a threat or not, but it had been strange to the elder of the two that he appeared similar to those of his own people.

The younger of the two was courteous, answering every single question and not sparing a detail as he intended for the chief to trust him, wanting to appear as honest as he could, something he always was with Eywa herself.

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“Well where did he come from?” Lo’ak asked and Ao’nung scoffs at his friends impatience, I can guarantee he had also been wondering how Tsireya could handle being with him, but my curiosity caught the better of me as I too waited for him to answer the question.

“My father will not say.” He answers rather straight forward and I could feel my resolve crumble a bit as my eye twitches.

“We know where he came from. He came from the ship.” I stated as I continued walking toward the water, the beach had been nearly empty at this time as most of the natives were spending quality time as a family, but I knew that he had to have come from the ship, he was the reason I ended up in the water in the first place.

“Well he had to have come from somewhere else-“ Neteyam is quick to explain but I turn around, beginning to walk backwards as the rest of them continue walking normally, cutting him off with my action alone.

“Well when a mommy Na’Vi and a daddy Na’Vi love each other very much,” I stop talking as a wide smile plasters itself on my face, Neteyam’s face shows disgust as he rolls his eyes, and I can hear Ao’nung and Lo’ak laughing behind him.

“That’s not what I meant.” He begins as Kiri shakes her head in disapproval at my comment, arms coming to fold as she stops walking, I take that as my queue to stop walking as we must have reached the beach already.

“Well, we might get to know more about him if we try,” Ao’nung states and this captures all of our attention.

“We’re going to be teaching him our ways,” He answers all of our questions before we’d had an opportunity to voice them, his head tilting forwards, silently telling us to take a look at the ocean and I turn around as soon as everyones heads look over.

Past the water we see Tsireya helping the stranger onto an Ilu, his hair wet as if he’d already taken a tumble previously, his breath quickened as his chest heaves slightly, he must have been working out here for a while.

“Whats his name?” Is the only question running through my mind as I see him nod at something Tsireya must have told him before he takes a big breath in and dives, my head instantly turning toward Ao’nung as he wasn’t saying the strangers name fast enough for me to melt into my memory.

“He says it’s Rotxo.”

I couldn’t quite grasp why I had felt the need to stare at him all of a sudden, but he piqued my interest. The way his body was shaped was thicker than Ao’nung, meaning he had quite the booty to look at, he was still muscular, but he was gorgeous, it was as if I couldn’t stop looking at him or I’d combust.

I forced my vision toward the water and focus on its ripples as I sit on the Ilu with Kiri, she’d usually have Tuk sitting in front of her most days, but she had been off learning sign language with the other children, I could feel Kiri lightly poking my back in a way to get my attention and I turned to face her.

“You keep staring at him.” She points out her observation and I can feel my face heating up at her words, I had thought that maybe I had been hiding it well, but was just proven wrong.

“Mind your business,” I stated rather embarrassed and can see a small smile playing at her lips, turning my face back around and holding the saddle of the Ilu in an attempt to calm my nerves, my fingers messing with the strings in order to ease my heart.

“What do you see in him?” She keeps the conversation going and I couldn’t help but feel mortified.

“Kiri!” I whisper-yelled while turning back around quickly, my hair slapping my shoulders due to that action, I could see her holding in a big laugh and failing as she giggles aloud, my eyes widening as I fear everyones eyes are on us, but I don’t dare turn around because I know the first person I’d look at would also catch my stare, and I was already embarrassed enough.

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“Do you want to learn how to ride an Ilu with a tawtute?” Tsireya’s silky smooth voice manages to rip me out of my concentration as she speaks to Rotxo. I can feel my own body stiffen as those words leave her lips as I hold the water lily in my hand a little harsher than normal, wincing slightly as I’d for sure get an earful from Ronal for not having been careful, gently placing it into the weaved wicker basket I held.

“You think I am ready?” His voice rings through my ears and I want to look at him, but I have to refrain from excitedly jumping up at his words, pretending to continue looking for plants.

“You have been improving well, why don’t you go ask her, I’m sure she won’t mind.” My back is toward the two and I make it my mission to appear busy as I dive my head down at that moment, reaching for the seaweed bundled up on some coral, weaving it out carefully and popping my head back above water, placing it in the basket.

“Y/n,” His voice is smooth and still as he speaks it, I wasn’t sure he’d even known my name up until this point, I only turn and feel as though I’m being held captive by his honey-green eyes, I feel a sudden warmth taking over my body as I stare up at him and notice his lips moving, I attempt to focus on what he’s saying but only capture the end.

“-so I could practice?” He asks nervously and even manages to break eye contact and look down.

“I don’t mind helping you.” I stated, watching as his eyes turns back toward me and a smile appears on my face, and thats when I knew from this day on I wanted to make him smile as much as I could, a warmth taking over my body as I find myself smiling back.

We start making our way toward the Ilu and where Tsireya had been standing, smiling gently over at the both of us. It’s obvious how small I am as I pedal through the water to stay afloat but the two before me are only standing.

He doesn’t warn me as he slips his hands on my waist, bringing me up easily and placing me to sit on the Ilu in front of him, I selfishly lean back to feel his chest on my back and was tempted to close my eyes to enjoy the moment, but fight against it as Tsireya is still present.

“Now place your hand on her belly and feel as she breaths before you dive.” She stated easily and I wanted to smack her, his hand hesitantly sliding over my stomach and the warmth returns, I bite back a moan and attempt to focus on my breathing, taking in a big breath and seeing Tsireya nod from the corner of my vision, and before I knew it, we were underwater.

I could feel how my body slid back towards his with the sheer strength the Ilu swam with, feeling his muscular body act as a wall to keep my body from moving off the creature, I felt an utter sense of peace washing over me until we popped up above water, I exhaled the remainder of my breath easily.

“Was that okay?” Rotxo asks with his hand still on my belly, I only turn back to face him and nod my head, smiling lightly at him.

We’d spent about two hours with Rotxo learning to ride an Ilu with me on it, his hands constantly on my belly and keeping me warm, his body keeping me still even with the speeds the Ilu would take off at, everything about his touch was starting to turn me on and I had no idea how much longer I could take. Until Tsireya had stated that we were done, I silently thanked Eywa as I was getting close to losing my composure, letting Rotxo know I would be willing to help him with whatever task he needed before leaving, walking on the beach slowly to not make him feel as though I was uncomfortable with him.

I’d practically fast walked over toward the healing tent where Ronal was, seeing how busy she was as she was treating a couple of fishermen with cuts and scrapes on their bodies, she only looked at the wicker basket and back at me before nodding and going back to work. Had I not needed to take care of myself at this time I would have asked if she needed help, but her face had also told me she had been in one of her moods and I didn’t want to risk it, heading off to the Sully marui.

Upon stepping inside I realize no one was home and I had the place to myself, I smile but move quickly as I realized how close we were to having our communal dinner, this meant my time here had been limited.

I find my place in my corner of the marui and bring the curtains that surrounded my hammock to a close, shimmying myself out of my tewng as quickly as I could and spreading my legs open, wanting to desperately play the fiddle but taking a breath as I wanted to enjoy myself.

I start by inserting a finger into my mouth, wetting it enough before slowly rubbing it against my slit in a teasing manner, ensuring to collect any of my slick that had started to seep out and gently applying pressure where my clit was, a small moan leaving my lips as I come into contact with my hardened bud.

I inhale sharply as my fingers seem to have a mind of their own and apply more pressure, my eyes almost rolling back at the pleasure I’d been giving myself as my finger continues its dance, my other hand desperately grasping my thigh in an attempt to ground myself, unable to do so as all I could think of was Rotxo’s touch.

The way his hand had laid across my belly had his fingers almost always dipping below the band of my tewng, and although I knew he hadn’t meant his hand to do that, and most likely didn’t realize it as he’d been accidentally doing it, it caused me to rub my finger faster.

My other hand had decided to take a dip between my folds and inserted one finger inside me, my head being thrown back in pleasure as I managed to rub against my special spongey spot inside of me whilst continuing to rub on my bud, thinking back toward Rotxo’s deep and sensual voice as he asked me if I had been okay every time we’d resurfaced.

I take a second finger and shove it in myself, a broken moan following that action as I remember the distinct smell emanating from his body, something I wish I had taken more time to notice as I pleasured myself in my own bed, tousling my head back and forth as the movements between my legs picked up.

It didn’t take long for me to cum over my fingers and make a mess of things, slowly reaching up and placing my fingers in my own mouth and humming at the taste. I couldn’t believe how fast I’d cum either, I usually took a while to feel comfortable enough to do what I had just done, but I was beyond turned on from being grabbed and held by a man I didn’t know.

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I Dragged my hand toward the base of my shaft and let out a hiss, squeezing myself just a bit harder, taking my cock and slapping it into the palm of my other hand to feel just how hard I was. I could feel a groan building in the back of my throat as I teasingly slide my hand back up my shaft and toward the head, ensuring to squeeze a bit harder around my head and watching as the beaded precum droops down to the marui floor below me.

I take my pointer finger and thumb, circling it around my cock, and pretending it was my tawtute’s pussy squeezing on onto me, a moan rippling through my throat as my hips shove myself the rest of the way through, feeling as though I was close to coming but squeezing the base of my cock to stop myself from coming too early.

I could only think back to how good my tawtute’s hair smelled as I was sitting behind her, my hand on her soft skin was driving me crazy, the way I could feel my pointer finger dipping below the band of her tewng had started my problem, but I had no other way of grabbing onto her unless it was my her thighs to keep her from sliding off the Ilu.

Throughout my entire life in Eywa’s kingdom, I’d never come across my shaft hardening at all, truth be told, it kind of just existed, never really being used for anything up until this point. From the moment I’d been alone, any thoughts that lingered on my tawtute would cause my shaft to awaken, and I had no idea why it had hurt until I started rubbing the pain away, my first orgasm had knocked me out completely. But today had been different as this had been the third time I had to take care of myself tonight.

All I could think of was the supple and soft skin of my tawtute while beginning to speed my hand along my shaft, my precome acting as a lubricant that ensured the speed I had been going at wasn’t hurting me, the head of my cock being massaged by the foreskin I had and it was driving me crazy, another moan reverberated from the depths of my throat and I could feel the familiar tingling sensation hitting me.

“Oh great mother,” I mutter as I exhale and bring my hand back up toward the head of my shaft, squeezing right as I got to the top and sending myself over the edge, white ropes of cum shooting out my cock, a light blue bioluminescent glow surrounding it, I continued thrusting my hips into my hand as I came to prolong my orgasm.

I’d ended up sleeping extremely well that night, not having realized I’d worn myself out from my activities until I felt the sunlight shining through the cracks of my marui, the light tickling my face as my eyes opened slowly, coming to the realization that I may have been late for my lessons with my Karyu.

She was one of the sweetest souls I’d ever met and I didn’t want to let her down, she was one of the closest things to home I think I’d ever come to while being stuck in the physical realm.

“I’m glad to see you’re ready for today’s lesson.” Tsireya offers a smile I return it and settle myself in the water and await her instructions.

“What are we learning about today?” I asked in hopes of learning the same thing we’d done yesterday, her soft smile tells me otherwise and I feel a pang of disappointment before she speaks again.

“We’re going to visit the cove of ancestors with everyone else today,” she answers and I can feel myself nodding while gulping deeply, I knew what their cove of ancestors was and didn’t want to particularly visit as it was a place Eywa sets her eyes upon frequently.

If she hadn’t already recognized that I’d been gone at the moment she definitely would if she saw me at the cove of ancestors. I had an inkling that I’d get in big trouble and she’d probably summon me at that moment to banish me from her kingdom so I knew I had to stop myself from connecting to the spirit tree of possible.

“That sounds wonderful.” I lie through my teeth as I place a soft smile on my face.

“Thats great, we’re the only ones here now but the rest of them will slowly start pouring in.” She admits and I feel at ease once more, the longer I could put off going to the cove the better.

Ever so slowly they started trickling in one by one, Kiri and Spider had been the first to join as they splashed one another while waiting for the others. Kiri was kind enough to start small conversation with me and I obliged as we talked about how different the Metkayina way of living was than our own home. I felt as though it was nice to be able to talk to someone about something other than training.

“I’m not that annoying if you put it into perspective, Lolo.” I hear the voice of my tawtute speak as she converses with her adoptive brother, as I turn to see her I notice she’s on Lo’ak’s back as he starts treading the water, probably not wanting to have to stay afloat the entire time, but I could feel my blood starting to boil.

“If you actually take it into account, you are annoying, Y/n/n,” Lo’ak responds back to my tawtute and I hear her giggling, a weight had been lifted off my shoulders as she laughs and I don’t feel my blood boiling as badly, but the feeling returns as soon as my eyes land back on her arms wrapped around his neck.

Everything in me is telling me she’s only holding on to him in that way as a means to hold on, but the illogical side of my brain wants her hands off of him and on me instead.

“Time to pair up, Losers.” Spider pipes up behind me and I can see him reach over for Kiri’s arm, bringing her closer to him and the two giggle like love-birds. I’m tempted to smile and roll my eyes at the same time.

“You always partner up with Kiri,” Lo’ak rolls his eyes before hearing him grunting in pain, my eyes falling onto him and seeing my tawtute’s hand on his ear, tugging at it rather harshly, my own ears moving down as I wince, I know he was hurting.

“And you always choose Tsireya,” She stated before letting go of his body and falling into the water to avoid his swiping hands.

“And you’re always with Neteyam,” Lo’ak responds as soon as her head pops above water, a smile playing at her lips as she sees him.

“Well this time I’ll go with Rotxo.” She manages to catch me by surprise as I was not prepared for that answer but felt my heart beating faster at her statement.

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I’d had to attempt to calm my heart given the situation I had placed myself in, knowing I was about to be back-to-chest with Rotxo’s body, feeling as his hand comes past my left shoulder, and between the valley of my breasts and straight onto my stomach. I worried for myself as I hadn’t wanted him to feel my heart beating out of it’s chest, but even if he had felt it, he hadn’t given me any indication that he had.

“Are you sure you want to ride with me?” His voice rings through my ears and I can hear it waver slightly, it warmed my heart to know he felt nervous to travel with me on his Ilu, but I knew I also had to reassure him.

“Yes,” I answered as I hadn’t trusted my own voice at the moment, still feeling the hot trail his hand had taken before settling on my stomach, I was tempted to buck my hips up in an attempt to get him to touch me but knew I would be pushing the limits had I actually done that.

“I trust you,” I added after having gulped down my nerves, my voice surprisingly steady, I could feel him slightly pull my body back toward him as a confirmation that he’d heard me, and before I knew it we’d set off to visit the cove of ancestors, the swim there being a quick one.

Ever since Kiri had her seizure, she’d refused to connect to the spirit tree, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t be a look out for someone, however, today she was busy flirting with Spider to care about partnering up with anyone. Ao’nung could have technically partnered with Rotxo but he honestly didn’t give a single fuck and dove by himself either way, Lo’ak was watching Tsireya and Neteyam had been watching over Tuk who loved visiting her grandfather.

“Do you not have anyone you wanted to visit?” I hadn’t stopped to think how this would have made me sound or how this would have made him feel, but I felt like the question had to be asked, especially since it was just us two on the magnetic rocks sitting side by side.

Kiri and Spider had long since jumped into the water and started competing on who could swim to the entrance of the cove the fastest, it was their chance to run away and flirt without feeling like they were being watched, but it always irked me as I was usually left by myself, but I had Rotxo here with me and I wasn’t going to let him enjoy his time in silence.

“No,” He answered shortly and I could feel as though he had nothing else to say, but I wouldn’t let this conversation die on the spot, I needed some kind of mental stimulation.

“Where did you come from?” I asked and noticed I’d caught his attention, his eyes turning to look straight into mine, I could melt by looking into his eyes alone if he’d let me.

“Why do you ask?” He asks with a certain tone of curiosity, a smile playing at his lips as he asks the question, his body turning toward me as he asks his question and I felt as though I was finally starting to get to know him.

“That day, on the ship, I could have sworn a bullet grazed my tummy,” I placed a hand to ghost over the spot where I believed a bullet had grazed me.

“But you appeared out of nowhere and all I could feel was warmth, where did you come from?” I asked him once more and could see he was contemplating his answer.

“Remember what you said earlier?” He asks as if switching the subject instead and I could feel a small ounce of frustration at him not having answered my question, but I had to admit this was better than my usual routine of being here by myself.

“What did I say earlier?” I asked as I wasn’t sure what he was alluding to, I had a slight inkling to repeat my question of where he was from but I didn’t want to upset him in any way.

“About trusting me.” He answers and I could feel my heart rate quicken at the thought of having his arm around me once more.

“Yes,” I answered as I stared into his eyes.

“Then trust me when I tell you I can’t tell you where I’m from.”

“Are you kidding me?” I scoff as I talked, turning away from him and crossing my arms, not quite content with his answer, I actually felt as though I wanted to leave, and I was seconds away from calling out to Kiri before I felt the softest of touches under my chin, bringing it back toward him and I could see the small pout on his adorable face.

“But I can tell you what I felt when I first saw you,”

I could only widen my eyes slightly as he said that, watching as a light purple tint covers his cheeks and I could feel as though my face had been showing something similar, but I couldn’t tell as I couldn’t see it at the moment.

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I had no idea how I’d ended up at this point in my life, but I could tell you my heart was beating erratically, it’s a funny thing to have when in the physical realm as I’d never had one before, but it reacted in many ways whenever I was near her. I had ended up scooting closer to her to watch her reaction of me explaining what it had felt like when I had first seen her and now I was centimeters away from her face, having stopped as a means to let her have an out if she didn’t feel the same, but surprised when I noticed her eyes travel down toward my lips and back up toward my eyes.

She didn’t even say anything as she leant forward and connected her lips to mine, her hands coming up to cup my cheeks very gently, eyes having been closed from the moment she leaned in and I could feel mine start to droop closed as well, feeling the passion she had added into the kiss before feeling her lips missing from mine too soon.

“I’m sorry,” She is quick to back up to give me space I didn’t ask for and I’m quick to grasp her hand gently, feeling her stop as she looks back up toward me and back down again, she must have been embarrassed.

I didn’t waste any time in picking her up by her waist and settling her onto my lap and leaning down to capture her lips with mine, wanting to never stop kissing her, her lips were smooth and soft to the touch, her body was small but warm, and her entire being had been screaming that she wanted this, so I gave in to one of these worldly pleasures and kissed her, feeling her arms wrap themselves around my neck for security.

I could feel a heat starting to pool in my stomach as we continue our kiss, her head moving toward one direction as mine moves toward the opposite, my tongue instinctively reaching between us to swipe against her bottom lip in a desperate attempt to taste her, but sliding it back into my mouth until hearing her muffled giggle, I only pull back to see what she had been laughing at to see her covering her mouth as she giggles once more.

“What is so funny?” I asked in a teasing tone with a smile plastered on my mouth before feeling her hands on my cheeks, bringing me closer to her once more, our lips meeting in the middle. I could feel her tongue stick out to swipe against my bottom lip and I smile into the kiss as I opened my mouth slightly for her to slide her way in, our tongues meeting in the middle and caress against each other in a sensual dance. The heat that had been pooling in my stomach had started spreading toward my chest and thighs and I was starting to crumble, but I didn’t want to rush her if she hadn’t been ready, especially here.

I couldn’t keep my patience as my mouth had detached from hers, my immediate instinct was to mark her all over as my mouth kissed against her cheek, leading down to kiss her neck and toward her shoulder, hearing her breath hitch as I’d kissed alongside her neck and going back to the sensitive area, letting my tongue lick alongside her skin and hearing a broken moan. My mind blocking out anything else at that moment but the need to hear her make that sound again.

I’d attempted to suckle on the skin where her neck met her shoulder only to have my fangs get in the way, scraping her skin up as another moan was heard, her hips having bucked on my thigh and a frenzy starting in my body. But I knew I had to keep myself calm and I forced myself away from her in an efforts to calm myself down from taking her here and now.

“I can’t believe we just did that,” She admits and finds it in herself to finally look me in the eyes, her smile spreading and her blunt teeth showing, she looked absolutely radiant.

Our moment had been cut short as she gasps and scrambles off my lap as quickly as she can, the splashing finally catching up to my ears as I move them to listen better, hearing Spider coming up above the water and yelling how he’d won. I turn to see his hand was touching the magnetic rock we were sitting on as Kiri catches up, coming up above water and smiling lightly at him.

“You won because I let you win, skxawng.” She laughs as she speaks and he takes this as his opportunity to splash her, her head turning away from the water before repeating the action.

“Do you still want to ride with me when we head back?” I ask my tawtute and see her smiling widely while nodding, and I could feel my own smile returning onto my lips.

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I couldn’t bring myself to focus during our communal dinner and even ate very little, Neytiri had noticed and asked if I had been alright, to which I had told her that our trip to the cove must have tuckered me out. She had even asked me if I would like her to walk me back but I declined, hoping I could get some alone time before the entire family came back, only stating I was just tired and needed some rest, she seemed hesitant but let me go either way and here I lied on my hammock, curtains drawn to maintain what little decency I had left.

I could only focus on the pleasure I was starting to bring myself while slowly caressing my pebbled nipples with each hand, attempting to stay quiet in case anyone were to walk into our marui, thumbs running alongside the hardened peaks.

As my left hand continued playing with my left nipple, my right hand trails down my belly, leaving goosebumps in it’s wake as I dip my hand below the tewng I had been too lazy to take off, passing the mound of flesh before finally dipping past my lips and gathering the moisture that had built, bringing it to swirl around my clit, a gasp leaving my lips as my hips automatically bucked.

I so desperately wished these had been Rotxo’s hands on my body instead of my own, but I had to make due with what I had, skillfully swirling my finger around the hardened bud and allowing a moan to flow past my lips, my thumb and forefinger pinching my nipple on instinct. I ram two of my own fingers into my cunt and thrust them in harshly, a loud grunt coming past my throat as I attempt to continue to stay quiet while pleasuring myself in my space. Bringing the same fingers back out to rub against my clit, dipping them back inside and repeating this process as I could feel my orgasm growing.

“Holy shit,” I gasped as I shove my fingers in for the upteenth time, my hips bucking automatically and I could feel my orgasm starting, ripping them out of my cunt and furiously rubbing against my clit, reaching my left hand over to pinch my right nipple and tousling my head back, feeling as my body writhes and twitches against my fingers as my orgasm takes over.

Tiredly I grasp my entire hand to collect as much of my cum as I can, bringing my entire hand back up toward my mouth and sucking my fingers individually, eating my juices and moaning as they made my tastebuds dance. I wasn’t sure how much longer I would have to do this, but I knew I wanted Rotxo badly, the way he’d pulled away from that kiss had me thinking I was doing a terrible job, until he planted his lips along my neck and sent a jolt of electricity right through my pussy.

I couldn’t stop thinking about it even after having been here for a few hours, but no matter how many times I had attempted to sneak off, I was needed for chores, the marui had occupants, or I was being called elsewhere to do other things.

But now that I had finally been able to clear my mind of such perverse thoughts I had realized now that I couldn’t bring myself to go to sleep, I think its best for me to try to escape now while I could, especially since I could leave my curtains drawn and make it seem like I was sleeping and I could actually go to the beach for some wind down.

I take a second glance over to make sure everything is appropriately positioned before sneaking out of the marui, making sure to not run into my family on the way and taking a scenic route toward the beach on the opposite side of the wooded area. Usually this area was least likely patrolled and a great place to come to think.

I settled myself with my back against one of the palm tree’s and take in the ocean breeze, the night air growing cooler as I relax and listen to the sounds the waves had been making, breathing in the scenery before me and smiling to myself.

“What are you doing up this late?”

I nearly jump out of my skin as I hear a voice speaking to me, my actual reaction included my body nearly jumping three feet above the sand, my head snapping quick to the sound of his voice and my heart beating erratically for two reasons, because I’d just been scared shitless, and because it was Rotxo standing near me.

“I’m sorry, I did not mean to scare you,” He is quick to apologize right as I place a hand on my chest in a poor attempt to calm my erratic heart beat.

“What are you doing up this late?” I ask him his own question as I lock eyes with him. He leans down to sit and I’m somewhat disappointed I don’t get to look at his butt but happy he’d decided to sit next to me.

“That depends on what kind of answer you want, the honest one or the one I told Ao’nung when I passed him by.”

“What did you tell Ao’nung?” I asked, clearly interested in what lie he must have told the native to get him to leave him alone, possibly a lie I might want to use on him in the future.

“That I needed to come out here to think,” He smiles softly and I find myself mimicking him, a smile now etched on my face.

“I like to come out here to think too.” I admit as I settle my back toward the tree once more and taking in the ocean water before me, the shores were glittering with a blue bioluminescent light, the water somehow glowing, this was my happy place.

“I can understand why, it looks beautiful here.” He states but when I look back at him I could tell he hadn’t moved his head and had been staring at me that entire time, I could only sneak my bottom lip between my teeth at his comment before looking away again.

“Why are you really here?” I asked, suddenly remembering he hadn’t shared his true intentions for being here, I turn my head to look at him and see he’s flustered.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about our kiss.” He admits and I suddenly feel my body warming up again.

“Want to do it again?” I asked and see his face turn towards mine, a confused look on his face before it falls to one of awe, I only smiled up at him.

_________

For the second time that day, I find his lips on mine, caught in a make-out session as his fangs are nipping at my bottom lip frequently. My mouth comes to open automatically by the fifth time his fangs catch and I feel as his tongue shoves itself in my mouth once more, rubbing along the top side of my own tongue, tasting me as I submit to him.

I have no idea when it was he’d decided to lift me into his lap, or maybe I’d unintentionally crawled there myself, but I could feel his length underneath my clothed cunt and the heat radiating off our bodies was driving me crazy, my arms had wrapped around his neck at some point to hold on and I didn’t want to let go.

I let out a loud moan as he detaches his lips from mine, coming to kiss my cheek with a gentle lightness, mouth trailing over toward my jawline, kissing down toward my pulse point and bringing his tongue to lick the sensitive flesh, his fangs lightly scratching around the area before he suckles, another moan ripping through me as I accidentally buck my hips against him and hearing him suck in a breath.

“You’re going to be my greatest weakness,” He mutters against my neck, taking a leap of faith and placing his hand on my breast, giving it an experimental squeeze, rolling his thumb across my already hardened bud through the fabric of my top.

“Rotxo~” I moaned again, my hips bucking against him once more, feeling him nipping at my collar bones before his hand goes to the back of my top where ot could be untied.

“May I?” He asks ever so sweetly and I couldn’t answer properly only grunting out my response as I nod my head, taking my own lips and placing it along his neck and giving sloppy kisses.

He hesitates before starting to untie my top, I assist my taking it off my arms and tossing it elsewhere, not really paying attention, or giving a damn, where it landed. Sitting back slightly in an attempts to capture his attention and see his reaction to the upper half of my body, unsure of what it is he’d seen before.

“You’re absolutely stunning,” He mutters before shifting me off his lap, I’m confused by his action until I feel his fingers lightly pushing on my chest to get me to lie back, I fall back onto the sand that had begun tickling my sensitive back as he hovers over top of my body.

Out of nowhere I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist, he looks down before fixing his gaze back on me, his hand coming up to swipe some of my hair away from my face.

“Would you allow me to pleasure you?” He asks in a semi-formal way and I feel touched, biting my bottom lip and slowly nodding my head.

“I need words,” He stated rather sternly and I could feel the heat from between my legs multiplying at the change in tone.

“Yes-“ I breathe out almost immediately just in time to see him lean his head down and take one of my breasts into his mouth as he plays with the other one, thumb attentively flicking my nipple while his tongue repeats the same action on the other one.

He switches nipples and the cool air that hits the one that had previously been in his mouth makes me gasp. He doesn’t waste enough time as he plants a kiss in the valley of my breasts, following behind with several smaller kisses as he trails down my stomach.

“Rotxo!” I squeal as his lips kiss my hip, skipping over the edge of my tewng and picking up my thighs, placing gentle kisses on the inside, the smell of my slick surely capturing his attention but he’d been avoiding it well. His kisses getting dangerously close to where I wanted his mouth to be before he switches thighs, my exasperated grunt giving him an idea of how impatient I was getting.

“Yes?” He asks in a teasing manner and I feel my frustration growing as he continues to kiss my inner thigh, switching at the last second to return to the first thigh he’d sensually kisses to repeat the process.

“Please take my tewng off,” I whined, a silent prayer being sent into the void as I begged he would listen, surprised to feel the tips of his fingers where I tied my tewng together, untying the bow that held it together, I lifted my bottom off the sand instinctively, watching as he gently removes my tewng and sets it to the side, the bulge in his own tewng capturing my attention and my eyes widen at how big it looked.

“So impatient,” He chides before settling himself on his stomach, his gaze holding mine, I could feel nerves creeping their way up my body as I lied here naked before him, waiting for him to make a comment about my body.

“You’re gorgeous, tìyawn.” His statement makes me feel butterflies in my stomach, my breath hitching as I feel his thumb pressing against my lips, lightly parting them until his thumb caresses the little button he’d been looking for.

“Rotxo~” I moaned again as I feel him applying more pressure while slowly rubbing circles around it, I attempted to hold back my hips but was starting to find it hard to focus any, squeezing my eyes closed at that point and allowing myself to feel the pleasure taking over my body.

“Don’t hold back, I want to see how good I’m making you feel.” He stated and I could feel my eyes snap open right as my hips jerk under his touch.

“That’s it,” He eases me out of my uncomfortable state as I begin to relax under his touch, swirling his finger around faster than before, a loud groan leaving my throat as he changes his pace.

“You sound so pretty,” He manages as I feel him placing something against my entrance, my face lifts up but is quickly brought back down as the tip of his finger goes in, spreading my lips apart at the intrusion but the feeling welcomed as I clench down on it inna desperate attempt to keep him in.

“You’re so tight,” He nearly wheezes out as he sets an even pace, I could tell he’d only inserted one finger, but it felt like two of mine.

“Go faster,” I take a breath as he inserts his finger into me, making the ‘come here’ motion.

“Please,” I remember I need to be nice if I expected to get what I want, seeing him smile at my request and starting to go faster.

“I want to taste you,” He states as his thumb comes off my clit, a big whine leaving my lips as I attempt to buck upwards in a desperate attempt to feel him, feeling him slow his finger down as well.

“Yes, yes, I want that too!” I quickly get out and feel as the hand that he’d used to rub my clit comes to circle around my thigh, bringing me closer toward his body, his warm breath tickling my cunt as he exhales.

“Great mother, please!” I squeal as his mouth cones into contact with my cunt, his tongue swiping along my slit as his finger moves in me, I clench down on him as soon as his tongue circles my clit, seeing stars behind my vision.

“Rotxo~” I moaned aloud and feel as though I’m losing myself, his tongue delves down low to collect any of my juices he can, eating me like a starved man, my hips twitching with his ministrations, unable to stop my writhing body from bucking, my orgasm having rapidly approached, leaving me blindsided, pussy clenching down rhythmically on his fingers as a pornographic moan leaves my mouth, attempting to catch my breath as I feel him continuously lick against my weeping cunt.

“You taste so damned good, tìyawn.” He groans as his finger comes to a stop, slowly taking himself out of my cunt and groaning as he continues to stare between my legs, shocking me as his tongue comes out to lick the rest of my cum off my body.

“I hope that was good for you,” He sheepishly states as he shoves his finger into his mouth, shamelessly licking it clean. I could only use my elbows to prop myself up as I attempt to catch my breath, my legs feeling tingly and I knew if I tried getting up at this moment I’d risk falling back into the sand below me.

“That was amazing,” I pant out to answer his statement.

“We should probably get you back home,” He states as the wind picks up, the coolness between my legs making me slide them shut, a shiver ripping through my body.

“I want to please you too,” I stated as I slowly scrambled to sit on my knees, still not trusting my legs entirely for me to stand.

“You do not have to-“

“I want to.” I cut him off almost immediately, he seemed like a genuinely kind person, but it hadn’t hit me until this moment where he expected nothing in return for the pleasure he’d given me.

“Are you certain?” He asks as if he were hesitant about the situation himself, this surprised me as I had not expected him to react this way, but I knew I had to reassure him.

“I want you to feel exactly what I felt when your hands and mouth were on my body.” I stated as I reached out to grab the hands he’d been playing with, uncertainty tainting his eyes as he looks at me, still unsure, I crawled my way closer to him and reach a hand up to his cheek.

“If you are uncomfortable I won’t pressure you, but I would enjoy it if you’d allow me to please you as well.” I admitted and watch a small smile plant itself on his face.

“What if I’m not what you expect?” He asks and I can now understand his hesitation.

“I don’t care what you look like, Rotxo, you’ll be perfect regardless.” I reassure him and watch the blush overtake his face, his lips meeting mine in a passionate kiss, I close my eyes to enjoy the kiss and feel his hands bringing my body closer to his, a familiar warmth filling me up again.

“How do I take this off?” I asked him as my hands come to the sides of his tewng, gently tugging at the band and looking up at his eyes.

“Heres the string,” He brings the string up to my hand and doesn’t meet my eyes until my hand caresses his cheek softly, causing him to make eye contact with me and I can see how nervous he is, my heart lurches at the sight before me, very slowly I tug the string of his tewng while maintaining eye contact.

The hand that I’d used to untie his tewng was moved over toward the waistband, slowly peeling it away from his body, eyes still meeting his. I grasp his chin with the hand that had been on his cheek and pull it closer toward me, our lips coming into contact before parting slowly and finally looking down and coming into view with his cock.

I’d had my fair share of seeing naked men on Max and Norm’s computers whenever I would look up porn to relieve myself of a particularly stressful day, but humans and Na’Vi were different.

He’d had a slit that had opened up to reveal his length, my hand slowly leans down to grasp it as I inspected it carefully, ensuring I wasn’t hurting him by limiting my motions. He was beyond thick, and long, not quite the size of my forearm but pretty damn close, I couldn’t help the smile growing on my face as I looked back up to him to see he’d been avoiding eye contact once more.

“You’re beautiful.” I stated as my hand slowly runs down what appears to be the head of his dick down the shaft and toward the base, the smallest of groans emitted from him sent a sense of pride to rush through me.

“You’re awfully sensitive, huh?” I asked as I bring my hand back up the shaft and toward his head, I’d taken into account he didn’t have any balls, but swelling that appeared around the base of his cock.

“Is this used to knot?” I asked as my hand glides back down his shaft and toward the swelling I’d seen.

“Yesss,” He hisses lightly as I squeeze on it and his hips are quick to rut forward into my hand.

I couldn’t encircle my entire hand around his thick cock but enough to grasp it with one hand and stroke it as I’d been doing. Taking my other hand and grasping his cock, bringing both hands back up toward the head and watching as his foreskin hides the tip until my hands come back down again.

“You feel so good in my hands, Rotxo,” I smiled as I run my hands along his shaft just a smidge faster, feeling it twitch in my hands as his hips lightly move to thrust his cock into my hands, a bead of precome dribbles down onto my lap.

“You’re driving me insane,” Rotxo groans out as be continues to lightly thrust himself into my hands, I could only hum positively before biting my lip and wondering how he would taste, looking from the tip of his head back toward where his eyes had been shut.

“Then I’m doing a good job at touching you,” I replied as I bring my mouth closer toward the head of his cock, bringing my mouth around the tip, eyes flying up toward his face as I watch his own eyes fly open, looking down at me and a long low moan passing through my ears, my own moan reverberating through my ears at the phenomenal taste of his precome dancing in my tongue.

I could hear him hiss at the pace I’d set as I continue looking up at him with the tip of his cock in my mouth, doe eyed to appear as innocent as I could, taking a second to swirl my tongue around the tip and coming off of it, smiling sweetly.

“You’re naughty,” His voice sounds hoarse, as if he’d been holding back.

“You can put your hand on my head, move me however you want,” I suggested and see his fangs poking out as he bites his lower lip. His hand slowly coming up to place it behind my head, I take that as my cue to place my mouth back on his cock, gently swirling my tongue around the slit to lick up more of his precome, humming at the taste and feeling his hand tighten his hold on the back of my head.

I pick up my pace and start going faster, hearing his groans and moans of pleasure as I continue pleasuring him, feeling his cock twitch in my mouth.

“I’m close, tìyawn,” He manages to pass those words through his already swollen lips, I pop myself off the tip of his cock and smile, eyes narrowing.

“Go ahead and cum,” I muttered loud enough for him to hear as I continue my ministrations watching as he struggles to hold himself back.

“Cum for me sevin’evan,” I watch his ears twitch at the name I’d used to call him and watch as his hips stutter, the hand behind my head goes stiff and I watch as thick ropes of his cum squirts out the head of his cock, coating my chest in his cum.

I don’t stop my movements on his cock so I could prolong his orgasm the same way he’d done for me, feeling the strong contractions as it twitches in my hands, each twitch providing a rope of his cum to escape, I could only stare in awe as it appeared to have some kind of light blue glow emanating from it.

I feel as his length softens and becomes smaller, quite like a normal humans cock post-orgasm, I’m saddened on having to let it go but slowly remove my hands from it and watch as his chest rises and falls as he attempts to catch his breath.

“You like being called a pretty boy, huh?” I asked with a smirk playing at my lips.

[mins-fins]

≡;- ꒰ °𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒 ꒱

a kim gyuvin smau

⟡   ֺ   𓂂 SYNOPSIS ⋆ kim gyuvin has never been the best when it comes to science. every grade he's gotten in that class has been average at best, sometimes even lower than average. how he's passed middle school, and the first three years of high school is beyond him, and everyone in his life as well. after he fails his first science exam of the year, his teacher decides that the best thing to do is to assign him a tutor, but there are two problems with that. number one, gyuvin has the attention span of a fly, and number two, his tutor is insanely cute and he desperately wants to ask him out.

⟡   ֺ   𓂂 PAIRING ⋆ kim gyuvin x male!reader

⟡   ֺ   𓂂 GENRE ⋆ high school au, social media au, classmates to lovers, comedy (i'm unfunny sorry), fluff, angst, smart mf x dumb mf

⟡   ֺ   𓂂 WARNINGS ⋆ much swearing, kys/kms jokes, mentions of smoking, jokes about mental illness, homophobia, leehan of BOYNEXTDOOR as y/n's fc

⟡   ֺ   𓂂 FEATURING ⋆ zerobaseone members (mainly maknae line). boys planet contestants. enhypen (jungwon & ni-ki). ive (rei & liz). newjeans (minji & hanni). stayc (yoon & j).

⟡   ֺ   𓂂 STATUS ⋆ discontinued.

⟡   ֺ   𓂂 PROFILES ⋆ the dinner club | yujin parent association

⟡   ֺ   𓂂 TABLE OF CONTENTS ꜜ

˖ ݁  𓂃 one ⋆ a big fat zero!!!

˖ ݁  𓂃 two ⋆ crushy wushy

˖ ݁  𓂃 three ⋆ #1 ricky hater

˖ ݁  𓂃 four ⋆ gyuvin's (un)successful rizz

˖ ݁  𓂃 five ⋆ the awkwardness is awkwarding

˖ ݁  𓂃 six ⋆ dogs know all

˖ ݁  𓂃 seven ⋆ shoot your shot

˖ ݁  𓂃 eight ⋆ boyfriends?

˖ ݁  𓂃 nine ⋆ oh you are so down bad

˖ ݁  𓂃 ten ⋆ cinnamon girl by lana del rey

˖ ݁  𓂃 eleven ⋆ three in the fucking morning

˖ ݁  𓂃 twelve ⋆ operation boyfriend is a go!!!

˖ ݁  𓂃 thirteen ⋆ delusion is dangerous

˖ ݁  𓂃 fourteen ⋆ minji's pantry

˖ ݁  𓂃 fifteen ⋆ never ending beef

˖ ݁  𓂃 sixteen ⋆ would've, could've, should've

˖ ݁  𓂃 sixteen ⋆ NO FIBBING ON THE INTERNET‼️

˖ ݁  𓂃 seventeen ⋆ kim gyurizz 😨???

˖ ݁  𓂃 eighteen ⋆ losing the idgaf war

˖ ݁  𓂃 nineteen ⋆ i hate tall, handsome men

˖ ݁  𓂃 twenty ⋆ gyuvin's successful rizz

˖ ݁  𓂃 epilogue ⋆ eumppappa solos

⟡   ֺ   𓂂 TAGLIST (closed) ꜜ

˖ ݁  𓂃 @jinkiseason, @i520u, @junjiie, @elaineas-elysian, @purikkura, @big-uwu-stan, @sirenologies, @cowsidfk, @kpoprhia, @bbangricz, @samudan, @solarwoniii, @stvrboy-k, @gunwookiez, @planethyuka

[the-duchess-of-domination]

✨welcome to the duchess’s play pen!! ✨

(˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

🪷 im a dominant cis female, 23, asexual, and romantically and physically attracted to men!! stomachaches and feedism is how i express intimacy!!

🌈 all (except terf, minor, and pro-ana blogs ofc) are welcome here, although my content specifically caters to those attracted to male aligned people, especially BHMs

‼️ im not actively a feeder or encourager so i won’t answer DMs about that. if you want to tell me a fantasy or idea you have, send it to my inbox so i can post it. see below for taken anon emojis‼️

taken anon emojis: 🎀 🌸🍰 🥐☂️🦊 💫☕️🦖

what you can expect to see on this blog:

💊 stomachaches

☁️ chubby boys!!!

🍭 stuffing/forcefeeding

🎢 mild emetophilia (im emetophobic but love when men get a little queasy and green-faced after eating too much, getting motion sick, or from food poisoning. i prefer vomiting “off screen”)

🫧 all things stomach gurgle related (LOVE)

🍹 mild burping/gas

👠 a general emphasis on male submission and female dominance

⛓️ mild BDSM elements

what you won’t find here:

❌ explicit sex (i am ace)

❌ any fetishism related to BBWs/women

❌ hard/death feedism

❌ graphic depictions of emeto

❌ extreme humiliation/fat shaming

❌ scat/piss/farts

❌ inflation