#hyper fuzz

[could-they-be-a-pro-wrestler]

How successful would Nicholas Angel…

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[kavehayati]

I fear it is always the people who believe in communication and that it is their life motto who do not actually communicate …

[colorisbyshe]

have you heard of the new netflix show blue eye samurai, i think you might like it

Unfortunately, my brain is at like... an all time processing low and the only anime I can handle watching rn is my new boss is goofy

if a show isn't about a lan wangji-in-an-office-au-rom-com man gently mentoring another man who is tired of being in an office au... i can't handle it

The show does look interesting tho and THANK YOU! for thinking fo me. But for now... I can only handling one episode a week and it's all reserved for HIM

I haven't even kept up with Frieren or TGCF it's bleak in my brain rn

[blindmagdalena]

I’m so sorry Amy this is NASTY but from the moment I saw the chest fuzz on HL my first thought was how sensitive it would make the nips when fucking cause of the texture

18+ homelander x reader. boob stuff, body hair appreciation, overstimulation, flying sex, cream pie. never apologize to me i will always make it nastier. 🖤

At first the brush of it is divine. It wrings a gasp from low in the back of your throat, has you kneading the taut muscles of his back while he pounds into you. Homelander's body hair isn't overly coarse, but it hardly matters when his chest is pressed flush to yours, his lips on your throat.

You feel his every huff and whimper more than you hear them. They pair perfectly with the desperate grip he has on your hips, holding you in place with his whole body as he fucks you against the ceiling.

Now the grind of his chest against yours is beginning to take a toll. You shiver with his every move, growing more and more tender with the friction. Your cunt quivers tight around his cock and he stifles a hot moan into the crook of your neck.

His cock, more thick than long and nicely curved, strokes that sweet spot inside you that strikes stars behind your eyelids with every snap of his hips. You fist your hand in his hair and pull until his lips meet yours.

"Fuck," he gasps against your lips, threads of saliva snapping between your hungry mouths. "You drive me fucking crazy."

"Don't blame me for that," you respond breathlessly, licking right back into his mouth. "You were there when I got here."

He grins, giving a ravenous little growl and a sharp thrust. "Fine. Crazier."

The two of you climax like that, entwined and floating high off the ground, your ascension halted only by the height of the ceiling. Only once the aftershocks fade out does Homelander begin to sink back down to the bed. You feel as if you're in the clouds, floating on euphoria and his warm, soft body.

Still trembling, you lift yourself up. This is how you had started; astride him, riding him until the wild bucks of his hips had lifted you both up, up, up.

You smooth your hands down your own chest, goosebumps erupting everywhere. You give his pec a slap, the thwap of it dulled by the padding of hair. "You rug burned my whole chest," you chastise, though your tone is colored by your smile.

He sucks in a breath, contemplating the condition of your skin as he blows out a raspberry. He cups your breasts in gentle hands and pushes them together and up, meeting the pearl-soft flesh of them with his lips. He kisses apologies all over each one, flicking his tongue over your nipples for the way you gasp and tug his hair when he does.

His spent cock, still buried deep inside you, throbs valiantly as he sucks one breast into his mouth, tonguing your nipple in slow circles. You shudder and grind down in retaliation, the both of you hyper-sensitive, moving leisurely against one another as your satiation passes and the need for more grows.

You ride him slow and deep until he comes again. You rub your clit to the feel of his mouth on your chest and his come dripping out of you until you, too, orgasm, the tight spasm of your cunt reducing the most powerful man in the world to a simpering mess between your thighs.

The two of you untangle your limbs only to jigsaw right back together, his back to your sensitive chest, your arms around him, fingers scratching through the very hair you complained about.

"I could start waxing again," he says, words lazily slurring together.

"Don't you dare," you murmur, nuzzling the spot just behind his ear, kissing the shell of it. He interlaces his fingers with yours, squeezing your hand to his chest. "You're perfect as is."

You don't need to see him to know he's smiling. You feel it in the slant of his lips when he presses the back of your hand to them.

[woso-dreamzzz]

Melting Pot IV

McFoord x Child!Reader

Ruesha Littlejohn x Child!Reader

woso-dreamzzz Kids x Child!Reader (Kiddo)

Summary: Sports day with a bunch of hyper competitive people

"Ouch!"

Caitlin sighs, massaging her temples as she comes down the stairs.

It had already been a loaded morning, crammed full of everything and nothing at the same time.

"Stop it!"

She'd only been upstairs for a moment, separating Gremlin's kitten from your own.

They were two vastly different cats.

Gremlin's Spicy was angry, a walking ball of fuzz that leapt first and asked questions later. He was liable to throwing up hairballs while making eye contact and bringing in dead rats from the railroad tracks.

Your Baby was the opposite, a demure little lady who groomed herself all the time and took naps on your blanket. She craved affection and wound herself around ankles whenever anyone even so much as looked at her.

Two vastly different cats like their vastly different owners.

"Hey!" Katie snaps as Caitlin turns the corner," Gremlin, knock it off! Leave your sister alone!"

A very clear bite mark is on your wrist as you sob, curled up on Katie's lap as she struggles to get your sister's shoes on her feet.

"I've got her," Caitlin says, nudging her girlfriend away," Go and put Kiddo in the car."

Usually, a Saturday morning meant a chill day.

Sleeping until noon and having some brunch. Most of the time pancakes, sometimes waffles if Katie could be bothered to get out the waffle maker.

But today was Sports Day at the school so you were all up bright and early to make it there in time.

Caitlin already knew how this was going to go though.

Gremlin would get hyper competitive and most likely push someone over in her haste to win and you would linger at the back of your pack of peers with no hint of athletic ability in you.

Your little sister was much younger than you so she was separated with the other nursery age girls while you were included in your class.

"That wasn't very nice," Caitlin says as she slips the leash straps over Gremlin's shoulders," You know your sister is sensitive. Why did you bite her?"

Gremlin shrugs. "Dunno."

"Well, I think you should apologise."

"Dragons not say sorry!"

"And dragons don't exist," Caitlin replies, hoisting Gremlin up onto her hip," Maybe you should think about that."

You've stopped crying by the time you're all in the car, a few fingers in your mouth and the other hand out for Katie to hold during the drive, Gremlin's ring of teeth marks displayed so obviously.

"Sorry," Your sister mumbles to you, kicking the seat in front of her.

"For?" Katie prompts.

"Bitin' you."

You mumble your thanks through your fingers just as Caitlin pulls up in front of the school.

She can see a few of the parents she knows well heading into the gates.

Life working at the fire station tended to bond people.

Leah is corralling Bean inside while Jordan (who used to work at the fire station but left after one too many near death scares) crosses the street with their Bug. Lia, their constantly exasperated admin person, is crossing the street with her Guppy as well, joining up with the two of them with a smile.

"Alright," Katie says, turning to look back at her two daughters," Remember what I said about today?"

"It doesn't matter if we don't win because you'll still love us the same," You recite through a mouthful of your fingers and Katie smiles.

"That's exactly right."

You hold Mammy's hand as you all cross the road.

Mammy holds Caitlin's hand. You hold Mammy's. Your little sister holds yours.

She raises your wrist up to her mouth and you tense but all she does is give you a little kiss on the bite mark.

"Sorry," She says again.

"It's okay."

Gremlin smiles at you and you smile back,

"Hey," Katie says, swinging your joined arms," Ma's over there."

It wasn't your week with Rue but she's still come to your sports day and the only hint of athletic ability you possess is put into running over to her.

"Ma!" You cry and she hoists you into her arms instantly.

"Look at you! Looking good, kiddo!" Rue says, bouncing you up and down as you lean into her, breathing in her familiar smell. "You ready for today?"

Your stomach suddenly starts swirling a little.

You know Katie's views on your sports day performance. You don't know Rue's.

"I won't be very good," You say softly, barely above a whisper.

"You don't have to be good," Rue says decisively," Listen, I've got permission from your Mammy that after this is over, we can go to that fancy bakery you like and get some cakes before I take you back to her. Would that be nice?"

"And we can get cupcakes?"

"As many cupcakes as you like!"

Like you thought, you don't do overwhelmingly well at sports day.

You lag behind in the races and in the big jumping. You do fairly well at throwing the beanbags into the hula hoops but that's about it.

Sports day finishes with the sporty girls winning like everyone thought and a big barbecue to celebrate.

Your little sister eats a lot, Caitlin gets you cotton candy and your mothers even end up being civil.

"Caitlin," You say as your eyes rove around the school field," Why are the mummies and big sisters stretching?"

"Huh?"

Caitlin has a piece of beef hanging out of her mouth.

You point.

Over on the far end by the fence, Alexia and Jenni are stretching their legs. Leah is a few feet away doing the same. Alessia is jumping up and down a few times, warming up her muscles.

Even Katie is doing the same, chatting away to one of Bear's mummies.

"Well that's for the parent race."

"Parent race?"

"Uh-huh." Caitlin takes a wet napkin to Gremlin's face. "So the mummies can all race each other to see who's the best."

"But why?"

"Because adults can be competitive too. They get bragging rights."

That sounds...

Well it doesn't exactly sound weird.

Mammy and Caitlin work at the fire station together and you know all the firefighters there are super competitive with each other.

You didn't know that other adults were competitive too.

"Be careful, Magda," You hear one of Princesse's mummies say," You're not as fit as you used to be."

"Please," Princesse's other mummy scoffs," I'm not letting anyone beat me."

"If you pull a muscle, you get no sympathy from me."

You turn back to Caitlin in alarm. "Is Mammy going to hurt herself?"

"No...Probably not...Hopefully not."

That doesn't fill you with much confidence as Katie takes her place on the starting line.

It's carnage the moment the start is called as adults shove each other and get their legs tangled and fall to the ground in heaps.

Katie goes crashing into the ground in a heap with Leah, Steph and Lucy. Alexia and Jenni collide with each other and Irene. Mapi somehow trips over herself.

Against all odds, it seems, Duckie's mummy Jessie comes first.

Squish's mummy Frida is second and Conejita's mummy Caro ends up in third.

"Get off!" Katie says, shoving the pile of people off of her as you, Caitlin and Gremlin approach.

You crouch next to her.

"It's okay, Mammy," You say," You didn't have to win. I still love you the same."

[puck-luck]

good vibrations | trevor zegras

warnings: masturbation, allusions to voyeurism and exhibitionism, sex while under the influence, dirty talk, pet names (duh), first time(s) (wait,,, TWO first times checked off the list?) pairing: trevor zegras x inexperienced!reader summary/request: "he finds out that she's never used a vibrator so he buys her one and maybe kinda helps her use it for the first time?? like he incorporates it into foreplay or something idk (i just feel like he'd really want to be there the first time she experiences that haha he just gets so excited about her experiencing all these different kinds of pleasure for the first time and he feels so lucky he's the one she's experiencing all her firsts with and that she trusts him enough to be her guide)", "he makes her squirt and she's never done that before so she's embarrassed but he thinks it's so hot" wc: 3000

Trevor hadn’t planned for this when he brought the joint to your lips. He hadn’t known– you should have told him, to be fair, because you knew– that you get horny when you get high. If he had known, maybe he wouldn’t have pulled you onto his lap with his friends in the room. He didn’t realize that you’d be squirming in his lap from the get-go, your limbs a little sweaty and stuck together in the pocket of your joints. 

You were at the point of your high when you got a little self-conscious of your movements. You weren’t sure if you were being loud and drawing attention to yourself just by leaning over to grab your water bottle. You cuddled it close to your chest, curled up on Trevor’s lap. You would catch yourself holding your breath, then you’d let out a huge sigh, and the cycle would continue as soon as you stopped paying attention to your breath. You truly held your breath when Trevor’s hand found a place on your knee, stroking over your skin gently. 

It felt a bit lucky that you were at Trevor’s apartment. Just down the hall was Trevor’s bed, a big mattress with fresh sheets after his most recent trip. You felt wet already, just knowing that you were on Trevor’s lap and you’d be sleeping in that bed with him later in the night.

You bring your hand up to Trevor’s face, thumbing over his jaw. 

He looks down at you, a twinkle in his eye and a smile on his lips. “Hi, baby,” Trevor greets. He shifts your body in his arms to hold you more tightly.

“So pretty, Trev,” you say, marveling over his features. Everything looks hyper-focused, from the faded freckles on his cheeks to the peach fuzz on his cheeks and the slightly darker hair above his lip. “Wish you could touch me.”

Trevor’s eyes grow wide and he chokes on his breath, coughing to cover it up. “Really?” He asks, his voice low and scratchy. “Here?”

You shake your head, giggling quietly. You press your hand to your lips to stifle the laughter. “Not here. In your room.”

Trevor bites his lip, eyes scanning your face. He leans down and takes a sip from your water bottle, his gaze looking down your body into your cleavage as he does so. “I have a present for you,” Trevor says. “Do you want it?”

Your eyes light up. You nod, feeling dizzy with the movement. “What is it?”

Trevor lifts you from his lap and stands, throwing you over his shoulder. You laugh out loud and Trevor excuses the two of you from the room, telling his friends to lock the doors behind them if they leave. 

Trevor tosses you onto the bed and you bounce a little before settling on your back, head propped up with a pillow. Trevor’s back is to you as he digs through his closet, mumbling to himself. He finds whatever it is that he’s looking for and turns around, to face you, with a slender little package between his fingers. 

“What is it?” You ask again. 

“It’s for my roadies,” Trevor supplies, tossing you the package. 

You sit up to catch it, turning the box over in your hand. You gasp. It’s a vibrator. You look up and see Trevor sitting in the chair across from the bed. He spreads his legs and crosses his arms over his chest. 

“Can I watch you?” Trevor asks. 

“I want you to touch me,” You reply.

“I will,” Trevor assures you. A smile spreads over his face, revealing his teeth. “After I watch you come.”

“Trevor.”

“I want to see you, baby,” Trevor coos convincingly. “I want to see what I’m missing out on while I’m away.”

With shaking hands, you unbox the vibrator. It’s silicone, hot pink, and it’s got two parts– a smaller part that you assume rests on your clit, and a main part that you’re… supposed to pretend is Trevor’s dick? You look up at him again. 

“I thought that color would look so good with your skin tone,” Trevor says, his eyes focused on the vibrator in your hands. “I was right.”

You press the button at the top of the vibrator and it springs to life, on a slow but consistent level of buzzing. You feel the machine move in your hand, traveling up your arm. Again, you press it. And again. You go through all of the levels– all nine– before returning to the first.

“I’ve never used a vibrator before, Trev,” you say. 

“It’s just like when you touch yourself,” he replies. “You can’t do it wrong, baby.”

Still high, you ghost a hand over the front of your shorts and straighten at the contact. You’re not even holding the vibrator with that hand, but you jump regardless. 

“So pretty for me,” Trevor continues. “You’re gonna put on such a beautiful show, aren’t you?”

You moan at the way he bites his lip, his eyes half-lidded and hazy. 

“It’ll feel so good, Y/N. Those vibrations against your clit might even feel better than my tongue.”

“Never,” you whine, denying his claim. Nothing could be better than his tongue– his strong, knowing tongue. All you have is an unsure hand and a buzzing toy.

“Try it,” Trevor says, nodding along with his words, trying to encourage you. “You can do it. Talk me through it, baby. Tell me what you’re thinking about while you fuck yourself with your new toy.”

“Trevor,” you cry, throwing your head back with a pout. The humiliation is burning your skin, turning red and welted. You lay back on the pillows, hiding from your boyfriend.

“Do you need me to get you started?” Trevor asks. “I’ll tell you what I’m thinking.”

You hum, needing him.

“When you say my name like that, it reminds me of when I make you come,” Trevor tells you. “How you just can’t help yourself and you start screaming my name.”

Your jaw drops, Trevor’s boldness never failing to surprise you. 

“Take your pants off,” Trevor commands.

You shuck the offending articles of clothing off, throwing them at Trevor. It’s your one move, the one bratty, teasing moment that you’ll allow yourself. You may not know much when it comes to sex, but you know it bothers Trevor when your throw lands and blocks his brief vision. You know it’s part of the power thing he has going on.

Trevor snatches the clothing out of the air and tosses the bundle to the side. “Touch yourself.”

You wield the vibrator with a loose wrist, gauging the weight of it. You press the tip of it to your slit, then pull back. “Fuck,” you whisper to yourself. You double check it, making sure the toy is on the lowest setting. It was. “That’s the lowest setting?” You ask aloud. 

Trevor chuckles from his spot in the chair. “You’ll get used to it. Put it on your clit, baby.”

You obey, the wider head of the vibrator against your clit but not fully on top of it. Your hips jump, trying to get away from the vibrations. You heave out a breath, your vision feeling heavy and blue at the edges. The vibrations against your clit feel overwhelming, especially in this state. It’s tingly, the same feeling you imagine you would feel if you were frolicking through a field of tall grass– with freshly shaven legs.

Your eyes drift closed as you push the vibrator against your clit again, harder this time. You sigh, melting into the pillows beneath you.

“How does it feel?” Trevor asks softly, not wanting to break you out of the zone you found yourself in.

“Weird,” you reply. “It’s… I’ve never felt anything like it.”

“Is it good?”

“Not as good as you.”

Trevor groans, pushing the heel of his hand over the bulge in his sweatpants. “Tell me what you’re thinking about. Pretend I’m not here.”

“I’m thinking about you watching me,” you say. “That’s all I can think about right now.” You’re borderline complaining, angry that Trevor is so close but refuses to touch you. “And now I’m thinking that you didn’t even kick your friends out, that they could be listening to us. That’s not sexy.”

“Okay,” Trevor says. You hear him stand and cross to the door, opening it and closing it behind him. Muffled, through the wood, you hear him shout: “Get the fuck out! I’m trying to fuck my girl!”

“Trevor!” You admonish, blushing further. A little blossom of pride blooms in your chest at his protective tone. You reach down and spread your folds, rubbing the vibrator up and down your slit. 

When Trevor reenters the bedroom, he winks and resumes his position in the chair across from the bed.

“Thinking about your fingers,” you announce, pressing the tip of the vibrator to your hole, but not entering it. “So talented, Z.”

Trevor flushes, taken aback. You can’t see him, but it touches him that you say he’s talented before you say that he’s good looking. 

“Z, when…” You gasp. “When you made me ride your fingers on the boat, under the blanket.”

You arch your back, grinding against the vibrator. 

“When you were driving with one hand and I was sitting on your lap and you were fingering me with the other…”

You start to push the head of the vibrator into your pussy, just the tip, stretching you out.

“And all the boys were there, but they didn’t know. I never thought I’d be into that, but with you? You drive me crazy, Trev. You make me do all these things that I never thought I would, or that I never thought I wanted to.”

“Look at me,” Trevor says.

You open your eyes, gasping at the sight of him. He’s stripped himself of his shirt and pulled himself out of his pants, stroking his dick lazily at the sight of you. You zero in on his cock, sliding the vibrator further into you. The small prong of the vibrator presses against your clit and you whine. 

“Thinking about your cock,” you whimper. “How good it’ll feel when I finally take it. How good it’ll be for you, such a good reward after all your patience.”

Trevor’s mouth drops open and his head rolls back, exposing the long column of his neck to you. You bite your lip as his tattooed arm flexes with each pump of his hand. 

“How big you are,” you say, voice stronger than it has any right being. You pull the vibrator out, then push it back in. Warmth spreads over your body, starting at your core and reaching the tips of your ears. The pace you set for yourself is brutally teasing, with barely a brush over your g-spot at how slow you’re going. “It’s so warm, Trevor,” you describe. “I feel like I’m in a warm bath.”

“Imagine how you’d feel with something real inside you,” Trevor tells you. He fists his cock and you watch as precum blurts out of his tip. You clench down on the toy inside you, thinking about how it would feel as Trevor’s come leaks inside of you. 

You think about how his come might actually light a fire in you, cause you to glow.

“I’m so glad it’s you, Trevor,” you sigh, pulling the vibrator out and resting its length against your clit. Your hole stays open, stretched, and winks at him each time you pull yourself closer and closer to orgasm. You press the button on the vibrator by accident and it speeds up. Your legs lift off the bed and your toes curl, the satisfaction of the vibrations against your most sensitive spot creating a feeling so pleasurable that you could burst.

Your voice gets caught in your throat and you can’t help but close your eyes, tipping your head back and arching up into the contact. You might even let out a shriek when you start to come, but you’re so far away and lost in the pleasure, the idea of Trevor coming inside of you, that you don’t notice.

Trevor’s hands are on you before you even finish coming, two of his fingers stuffed inside your pussy and his cock rutting helplessly against your hip. The vibrator still presses against your clit, making you oversensitive and jumpy, but you can’t take it away. It’s too good, too much.

“Can’t wait to get my cock in you, baby,” Trevor all but growls. “You look so beautiful under me, don’t you? My good girl, my brave girl, fucking herself in front of me and telling me exactly what she’s thinking. Who knew you were such a slut for me, huh? First thing you think about when getting off is me finger-fucking you on the boat? Like I’m doing now? A shame you made me kick my friends out, if that’s the kind of thing you think about.”

“It’s different,” you squeal, abs clenching. Your pussy has gone almost starkly cold, but you can feel the orgasm building again– or maybe it’s the same one, and Trevor just prolonged it. You could still be coming. You don’t know.

“Mmm, yeah, that was in public,” Trevor muses. “You don’t want anyone to hear you in the safety of your own home.”

“Your home,” you correct, voice choked.

“Baby, you spend just as much time in this bed as I do.” Trevor curls his fingers, rubbing intensely over that one spot inside of you. He draws his fingers out and aims, the pads of his fingers pushing into you incessantly. 

The tilted smile as he says “baby” is what sends you over the edge. His voice is so soft, so caring, so Trevor that you can’t help but let your vision go white. Your legs are shaking and the vibrator falls away from your clit, but Trevor catches it and repositions it as you come. 

He’s shaking too, and quiet, vibrating with nervous energy when you come to. You can tell he’s got something to say, that he’s trying not to strip his cock and come all over you, and then you notice how wet the bed is beneath you.

“Did I…”

“You squirted,” Trevor moans out, his hand tight around the base of his cock. “Fuck, Y/N, that was so hot.”

“We’ll have to wash your sheets,” you deflect, your cheeks burning. A little embarrassment is fine, welcome even, but you’re falling apart. You came so hard that you released all over Trevor’s nice, new sheets. With a look at his tattooed arm, you can see that you released all over him as well.

“Don’t care,” Trevor says. He brings his hand up, the one covered in your juices, and tastes you. He moans again, licking up the wetness like a man starved. His hand starts to move over his cock again. “That was the best thing I’ve ever seen.” His eyes lock with yours. “I want to see you do it again.”

“I can’t,” you reply nervously. 

“We’ll try until you can,” Trevor replies. “Fuck, if I don’t make you squirt on my cock, I’m a lunatic. That was sexy, baby.”

Your eyes drift down to his hand, his hard cock still bobbing away from his stomach. “How sexy?”

“I almost nutted just from grinding against you, that’s how sexy.”

You blush again, this time with a smile. “You know what I’m thinking about now?”

“What?” Trevor asks, his hips stuttering as he tries to keep himself under control.

You bite your lip, unsure. It’s so dirty, is the thing. It would make Trevor give up control, it would make you the one in charge, and while you don’t really want that, the picture in your head is just too pretty.

“Say it,” Trevor encourages.

“I’m thinking about how sexy it would be if you humped my cum stain until you came,” you say, the words rushing out of your mouth like a wave.

Trevor pauses in shock for only a moment and you think that he might laugh, he might call you a freak, but he doesn’t. He scrambles into position, lays between your legs with his head on your chest, and sucks one of your nipples into his mouth as he grinds down on the bedsheets. Your hands immediately fly to his hair and you gasp at Trevor’s each tingling suck.

He moans into your skin, his eyes falling closed as his hips drill into the bed. You can’t look away– this, here, is what he’d look like if he was fucking into you. It’s like you get to see it for the first time without experiencing it– like a test run. 

The wide expanse of his back ripples with each thrust, his skin tan and clear and beautiful. You run a hand over his shoulders, the other still playing with his hair. The dimples at the end of Trevor’s spine disappear and reappear on a constant loop.

He shivers when he finally comes, one of his hands playing with your clit just to touch it, the other grasping your thigh. 

You stay in that position, both of you breathing heavily, until Trevor makes his way up so that he’s level with your face. He drops a kiss on your nose, then on your mouth.

“That was so sexy,” he breathes out, kissing you again. “Love that you feel comfortable telling me what to do, baby.”

You let out a surprised laugh at that, relief washing over you. It suddenly hits you, just how tired you are and how sweaty from your antics. The vibrator is still going, buzzing its way to the corner of the bed and Trevor saves it before it falls off.

“Quick shower?” He asks. “Then bed?”

You can only hum in reply, and Trevor picks you up to take you to the joined bathroom, a gesture that you’ll never tire of.

note: HIIIIII i got carried away! happy monday! the streak continues! i want to update y'all on the timeline of this fic: so this is after everything else i've written and after a good amount of time has passed in their relationship, so they're SOON TO FUCK! assume that everything that happens in this story is consensual and has been discussed beforehand, except for the fact that reader gets horny when she's high. I think it's really funny that Trevor didn't know that. one thing about me? i loooooove a sexy high encounter. they're just so fun. more notes: trevor x small girl is coming! let me know if you want me to drop teasers along the way! we're about 5,500 words in now (and 87 more days to write, out of 90). also, let me know your takes on small towns because i want this to be sooo eclectic and silly and fun for us all. MORE notes: not sure what i'm going to write this week. i usually like to take a little time between inexperienced!reader blurbs, but who knows. maybe more requests. maybe an original. maybe a daddy kink...

@captainlexaproluvr @elliehaleymarsh enjoyyyy my lovelies

[thedeskofaltoclef]

Alto Clef IS Santa!

Okay, okay, okay... Follow me on this....

Belly like a bowl full Jelly (Boi be Thiccc)

Rosy cheeks (rosacea from years of alcohol abuse)

Does what ever he can for children (EX: 682 testing logs or just be someone who knows anything about Clef)

Sneaks into your house (Tactical genius. Stealth based combat training.)

Knows when you are sleeping and awake (Global Intelligence)

Is associated with reindeer (If I have to explain this then GTFO /j)

Loves milk and cookies (See bowl full of Jelly)

Jolly old man (Crazy laughing and is old)

A great big bushy beard (I just wanted to quote Hot Fuzz but yeah, big Santa beard)

Disappears in a blink (Reality bending at its finest.)

Cannot be contained (I mean, look, some of these don't really need any explanations.)

Stupid Hat and outfit (See above explanation)

I'm going to see how far this hyper focus takes me. So far, yeah, Clef is Santa. Change my mind.

Its all coming together. Its been there all along.

[atiny-for-life]

Regarding Wooyoung's weight

Since all the pre-filmed content has been coming out, I've been seeing more and more Atiny become worried about Wooyoung's weight loss and the way he talked about achieving it (namely, by simply not eating).

First and foremost, I hope all of you can keep in mind that the majority of this content was filmed before the album was even released, meaning the way he speaks there might no longer reflect the way he would talk about this now.

Additionally, I also want to make it clear I won't be trying to diagnose him with anything, just as I won't say he should be doing this or that because he's an adult who can do with his own body whatever he pleases.

However, I also won't downplay the negative impacts not eating has on the human body, because of the current "skinniness trend", so let me say this: For one, calorie deficiency causes your energy levels to drop significantly, leaving you more easily irritated and overstimulated, fatigued and achy. Too little body fat will also leave your body incapable of regulating your internal temperature, meaning you'll start feeling cold constantly and you'll eventually grow thicker peach fuzz across your entire body as your body attempts to protect itself from hypothermia. Your body will also lose its ability to regulate your eating, meaning you may stop feeling hungry in the long-term, even if you do eventually return to regular eating habits. Starving yourself for a prolonged period of time, or even just severely restricting your fibre intake, can also lead your gut bacteria to start eating the mucus layer protecting your gut which can lead to inflammation and, eventually, infection. And yes, severe starvation can, of course, also lead to organ failure and death - that's the worst case scenario. So if you, or anyone you know, is struggling with disordered eating, please do not downplay it - address it, seek professional help if you can/need to. Here is a link to a comprehensive list of international resources.

All the above listed side-effects of crash-dieting are well-known and yet, both the modelling and Kpop industry are continuously pushing idols to not eat as I've talked about before here, so I won't go over the same talking points again.

Instead, I want us to acknowledge the way Wooyoung has been talking about his eating habits since all this content was filmed and as fans have been expressing their concerns to him, because he doesn't live in a bubble - he knows we worry and why we worry and he's clearly receptive to that "feedback" (I'm not sure what else to call it):

For one, he's already acknowledged his weight loss and has expressed he's been trying to stop losing weight:

And most notably, he's also been bringing up his meals almost every time he comes on Fromm since then (which is where all these translated messages are from). I do firmly believe he's doing this to ease fans' minds and to show he stopped the unhealthy "dieting" method he was using to drop his weight before:

Now, does this mean he has a healthy relationship with food now? Ultimately, I don't know and there's also no way for me to know because I don't know him personally.

However, I can take some guesses based on what he's shared with us over the years, plus some additional input from the industry he's been a part of since before 2018.

For one, Wooyoung is a very fixated person. He leaps from hobby to hobby, he hyper focuses on one thing and then eventually moves on to the next, and this could very well extend to his dieting. He was intent on getting "skinny" for this comeback so he did whatever he felt was necessary to achieve this and now that his fanbase has expressed their concerns to him and this comeback is over, he's been trying to ease our minds instead by eating regularly again.

Some of you may think it's far fetched for me to believe he might think like this, but other idols like Jooheon from MonstaX and Zhang Hao from ZeroBaseOne have done the same so it's not uncommon in the industry. However, in their cases, fans haven't expressed their concerns in the same way so I've never seen either one acknowledge how worrisome and unhealthy this crash-dieting is.

People also often point to Wooyoung's first large weight loss between the Treasure and Fever series as the start of his weight obsession, and while I don't know if "obsession" is the right word, it is noteworthy that he's apparently been on a year-round diet ever since which is... not great? But we also don't exactly know what he means by "diet".

It might simply mean he's not eating what he wants whenever he wants, which I think applies to a lot of people who don't have a crazy fast metabolism.

Now, you may think because of the truly insane amount of exercise he does as a dancer and with all their touring, that he'd automatically work off anything he eats, but unfortunately - or fortunately in some cases, the human body is crazy good at adapting to your lifestyle. An extremely active person can burn the same amount of calories as someone else who simply sits around a lot, which is why, when a really inactive person starts working out, they'll see rapid changes at first but then that progress will slowly begin to plateau - that is often the point where a lot of people get discouraged and also why a health-based mindset is essential for turning exercise into a habit.

For a better understanding of this, I recommend this video:

Now, why am I telling you this? Because I think it's important to keep in mind when any idol, including Wooyoung, talk about managing their weight. For people with such an extremely active lifestyle, their bodies will long since have adapted to it, meaning they'll burn calories differently from the average individual with a less active lifestyle, so you can't always apply your personal experiences with eating and exercise to them.

On a final note, here is what I hope you'll primarily take from this post:

One- The content being released at the moment is largely pre-filmed so we cannot and should not assume it's one-to-one with his current mindset.

Two- Wooyoung has clearly heard our concerns and is seemingly back to eating regular meals again, so if you want to express your worries to him, please keep that in mind.

Three- If you have anything to add or disagree with me, please feel free to leave your thoughts in the reblogs or replies.

[loakstahni]

Na'Vi? More like puppy.

Warnings⚠; smut, fuff, piv sex, unprotected sex, fingering, object use (reader gets fucked with highlighters), Virgin!reader, size difference (reader is 7'0 and teyam is 9'2), tail pulling, bit of kuru pulling, couch sex, best friends to lovers, modern au!

A/N; this is a collab with my mootie and bestie @quicktosimp, go give her all the love! She is the best and I am extremely thankful to have worked with her💕

Word count; 6'434👀

Modern!aged up! Neteyam x fem!snow na'vi reader!

It was around mid-afternoon by the time Neteyam got back to the dorm houses, making sure to kick His snow-covered shoes off at the door before unlocking the door and walking inside.

His keys jingle lightly as he sets them on the table beside the door, stretching his sore arms above his head before rounding up some clean clothes. He pads into the bathroom on the other side of the dorm room and shuts the door, starting up the shower. While waiting for the water to heat up, he undressed, finding a few furs from his roommate on his jeans. He smiles fondly, shaking his head before stepping into the hot water.

Once he had rinsed his braids and washed his body, paying extra attention to his shoulders and back, he rinsed off and dried himself with his favorite white, fluffy towel. He slips into his clean clothes, a loose pair of gray sweats and a simple black turtleneck.

Neteyam wanders back out into the main room, glancing at his roommate's bed. He flops himself onto the soft mattress, seeing a few clumps of white-gray fur puff up into the air before slowly landing back on the bed. He cocks his head to the side, ears twitching in interest. He sits up, fidgeting with the soft shedded fur. Neteyam sighed softly, rubbing the soft furs between his thumb and pointer finger, wondering what more of the fur would feel like, what it would smell like.

His ears flicker towards the sound of someone outside the door; he shrugs it off as nothing before turning his attention back to the soft fur between his fingers. his tail swaying slowly behind him as he brings the soft fuzz up to his nose, inhaling gently.

It wasn’t unusual for Neteyam to be on (Y/N)’s bed; in fact, it was to be expected. So when (Y/N) walked through the door, shaking the excessive snow stuck to her fur off, she knew to go straight to her bed. Pouncing on Neteyam into a hug.

“Hey Teyam! How was practice?” she chirped, rubbing her wet furn into his clothes.

A soft grunt leaves Neteyam as his hyper roommate lands on his back. He chuckles, slightly turning his head back to catch a glimpse of her fluffy face. “It was fine, a little more than normal, but fine.” he replied calmly, smiling gently.

(Y/N)’s face lit up, “I heard they were going to be working you guys harder! Since you’re supposed to be going against another school soon!” her tail waved back and forth in excitement.

“Yes, but I am sure we'll do fine in the compensation.” Neteyam hums. His skinny tail slowly started to curl around (Y/N)’s fluffy one, hoping she wouldn't notice.

“So, who are you guys going against? I know it won't be anyone from the north. None of us, Tundra or Arctic Na’vi, have used a bow before,” She questions, leaning her head onto Neteyam’s neck.

“I haven't been told who we are going against yet. but I promise you'll be the first to know.” he hums, his heartbeat picking up slightly. Trying his best to keep himself calm, the last thing He wanted was to make things awkward between him and his close friend. “What about you? anything new today,  sevin?” Neteyam asks, his voice soft.

“It snowed today!” (Y/N) practically yelled, “There are also several snow banks that I was able to go play in finally! There’s nothing like jumping into the perfect snow bank!” her tail increased in speed as it wagged.

“But I wished I could join you in archery,” (Y/N) pouted a little, “Seriously! But I can’t due to my hands! Have you ever tried to use a bow covered in fur? My fur bends out the bow! And then there’s my hands! Also covered in fur!” she laminated, fully flopping onto Neteyam’s lap dramatically, covering his turtle neck in her white and grey fur.

Neteyam chuckles fondly, his golden eyes locked onto her bright blue ones. “well, you could always shave your fur off. Remember when we were young, and Lo'ak and Spider shaved your fur off with my mother’s razor?” Neteyam laughs, his shoulders shaking slightly.

(Y/N) looked up at Neteyam with wide eyes, absolutely horrified, “Nope! Natta! Not happening again! I looked like a naked pa’li! Do you also remember how long it took to grow back? Or how long it took to clean up all the fur?”

Neteyam bites his lower lip slightly, holding back his laugh. “Yes, but a very cute naked pa’li.” He teases, ruffling her fluffy white hair.

“I wasn’t sure who was the most angry, my parents, ‘cause I got shaved or Tiri, 'cause we used all her razors,” she cocked her head to the side, leaning into Neteyam’s hand, “We also broke your dads.”

“Ah, yes.. sa'nok was pissed.” Neteyam chuckles, gently brushing his fingers against one of (Y/N)’s fluffy ears. Neteyam hooks his arms around (Y/N)’s tiny waist, standing up without a struggle and walking towards the kitchenette, setting her down on the sofa while grabbing water for himself and her before plopping down next to her. Handing the bottle to (Y/N). “So..sevin, may I touch your fur..?” Neteyam tilts his head slightly, heat rising to his face, making his cheeks flush a dark purple.

(Y/N) sat up, straddling Neteyam’s lap, “Sure, Teyam! I’ve missed having someone play with my fur!” her tail was back to wagging happily as she removed her top. Thick fur covers the expanse of her body, leaving everything hidden from sight.

Neteyam’s ears drooped slightly; the tips flushed red. “I..” his face flushed a brighter shade of purple. He forces himself to not look at (Y/N)’s chest; even if the fur hid her breasts, it still didn't feel right to look.

“I’ve missed having grooming days! Because of all the fur, we would help each other as a family! I’m really happy you asked Teyam!” (Y/N)’s smile was blinding as she spoke almost faster than her mouth could cooperate.

Neteyam nods slightly, moving a hand up and lightly running his fingers through the fur on her neck. His tail thumps against the couch as he brushes his fingers through the soft fur.

(Y/N) giggles lightly, “You’re gonna have to go harder than that, Teyam. I can’t feel anything through my fur!” she wiggles lightly.

“Do not... Say it like that...” Neteyam mumbles, scratching the skin underneath the fur on the nape of her neck. “It makes things sound weird..” he huffs, glancing at (Y/N)’s face.

“Like what? Why would that be weird?” (Y/N) mutters as she leans into Neteyam’s touch; a gentle purr starts to rumble through her from his touch.

“Never mind.” Neteyam shakes his head slightly, shiny braids swinging slightly. His eyes glance down at the swell of her breasts, covered by the fur but still visible. He forces his gaze away from her chest, looking at the wall behind her. His hand moves towards the top of (Y/N)’s neck, scratching gently.

(Y/N)’s purrs increase as Neteyam continues to scratch at her neck. She leans back more into his touch, wanting more, trusting him to hold her up. The thoughts from before had vanished.

Neteyam’s other hand held her up, keeping it flat on the small of (Y/N)’s back, his thumb brushing against the base of her fluffy tail. Neteyam leaned his head back against the couch, sighing softly to keep himself relaxed.

The brush against (Y/N)’s tail shot sparks through her body. Her eyes dilated as a held-back choked moan, not understanding the sensations, “Teyam?” she asked softly.

Neteyam’s ears perked straight up, his golden eyes flying open as he stared at her in disbelief. “I.. What’d I do..?” he sits up, moving his hands away from her body. Afraid he touched her too hard or pulled her fur without noticing.

(Y/N) was upset by the lack of touch now; even if she didn’t understand it, she liked it. “My tail Teyam. You pet my tail. I liked that?” It came out as more of a question as she wiggled impatiently.

“O-oh.. Right.. Sorry.” Neteyam mumbles, placing his hands around her small hips, slipping them around towards her tail, stroking the fur at the base while running his other hand along the length of her tail. “I thought I hurt you, sorry.

(Y/N) fell forward, rubbed her face into Neteyam’s neck, “Teyam.. Teyam!” she cried from the shocking pleasure, her tail lifting higher along her back.

Neteyam’s eyes widened, His pupils dilating. “Easy, sevin.. I got you..” Neteyam whispers, wrapping an arm around her while stroking the length of her tail. He felt heat start to pool in His lower belly, making his body feel hot.

“Teyam, it feels good?” she whines as she starts to rock her hips with Neteyam’s hand.

“I can tell..” Neteyam drops his face into (Y/N)’s neck, breathing her scent in deeply. The arm supporting her moved to hook behind her rear, squeezing her ass gently. “You smell... So much better than I thought..” He mumbles out, lightly tugging her tail. He felt dizzy off her scent, her pheromones driving him bonkers.

Deep in (Y/N)’s core, she felt something tighten, not understanding what it was, but warmth flooded between her legs, something she’d never felt before, “Teyam, what is it? I like it!” She whined, sniffing at Neteyam’s neck, liking the new scent she smelt from him.

“Not sure yet,” Neteyam hums, bringing his hand away from her tail for a moment. he cups (Y/N)’s chin, tilting her head slightly before leaning in and connecting his lips with hers.

Neteyam’s lips muffled the whine from when He let go of her tail. But (Y/N) was soon distracted by his lips, slotting her against his properly, as she reached around, threading her fingers into Neteyam’s hair.

The groan Neteyam let out was deep and rough, full of need. His eyes fluttered shut as He pressed his lips firmly against hers while his hand left her chin, slipping down to brush the longer parts of fur away from her breasts, exposing the soft, little globs of flush, covered in fur as well.

(Y/N) broke away, panting heavily, “What are you doing with my breasts, Teyam?” She asks, confused but trustingly, As the tight feeling from before loosened.

“You'll like it, I promise..” Neteyam said softly, cupping one of her breasts in his palms, gently brushing his thumb over her nipple before leaning his head down. He lightly licks his rough tongue over the little nub, sucking lightly while his other hand kneads at her right breast.

A shocked moan leaves (Y/N)’s lips as she pulls Neteyam closer. (Y/N) sat on Neteyam’s lap fully, as she enjoyed his touch, pulling on his braids. “I like it, Teyam,” She admits quietly, embarrassed as no one had seen her breasts before.

Neteyam hums in contentment, his tail wagging against the sofa. He lifts his head up slightly, pulling his turtleneck over his head and throwing it somewhere off the couch. He leans his head up, nibbling at her jaw before grabbing her tail again. “I've liked you for a while; you have no idea how happy you're making me right now..” he huffs, his voice low.

The moment Neteyam’s fingers touched her tail, (Y/N)’s tail flew up flush with her back as she pushed her hips back. In (Y/N)’s haze, she recognized His words; her heart sped up faster, this time from happiness, “Yes, Teyam, I’ve always loved you,” She admitted, rubbing her cheek into Neteyam’s neck: the glee and unfamiliar touch battling for dominance.

Neteyam gently moves around, carefully laying (Y/N)’s smaller body down onto the sofa. He bends over her body, gently nibbling at her right ear before he moves down, kissing her neck, even if it was just her fur he was kissing. Neteyam’s skinny tail curled around her fluffy thigh, both his hands placed on her hips.

“Teyam! You stopped again!” (Y/N) whined, disliking the lack of touch on her tail. The warmth between her legs was receding once again. In retaliation, she grabbed Neteyam’s tail, gently tugging it while flicking at the soft tip.

Neteyam’s hips involuntarily buck against her as she grabs his tail, his head drops down slightly, a low moan falling from his lips. “Sorry, syulang..” Neteyam mumbles out, sitting back on his knees, gently tugging at her tail again before gently sliding his hands along her legs, gently hooking thumbs underneath the waistband of her pants.

(Y/N) sat up, lifting her hips for Neteyam. As she settled down, her back was to the main part of the couch, and Neteyam was kneeling between her legs; if it weren't for her thick fur, she would be a blushing red mess. “Teyam, I’ve never played down there before…” (Y/N) whispered nervously.

Neteyam's ears perk up, and he nods lightly, gently tugging her pants off her legs. “You've never touched yourself...?” He asks with a head tilt. He glances down at her thighs, spotting her light blue panties. “Why not..? If you don't mind me asking.” Neteyam asks once more.

She looked away, unable to meet his eyes, “Too much fur. Every time I’ve tried, I can’t find anything…”

“We'll fix that now, won't we...?” Neteyam gently lifts her hips upwards, pulling her panties down and setting them on the floor. His mouth fills with drool as he gently parts her legs open, having a hard time seeing her slit until he parts some fur out of the way; finding her tight, little slit, and little nub. “Found it, syulang.” He hums.

(Y/N) shifts as she feels Neteyam’s eyes on her open slit. Her core dripping from his attention, “How do you play with it?” Her voice was meek as She watched Neteyam.

Neteyam gently guides one of her hands down, placing her middle and pointer fingers over her own clit. “Feel that..? Rub it slowly,” Neteyam said with a gentle smile, patting her inner thigh.

Uncertain (Y/N) does as Neteyam says, rubbing Her fingers over Her clit, (Y/N)’s throws her head back as she moans unashamed. Her fur became wet from the amount of slick She was producing, rolling her hips into the touch.

“There you go, keep touching yourself; I gotta open you up,” Neteyam said, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead before gently gathering the slick at (Y/N)’s entrance, coating his middle finger before carefully easing just half of his finger in, feeling just how tiny and tight she was.

(Y/N)’s legs closed as she winced, “Teyam, it burns,” fire flowed through her cunt, as Neteyam’s finger tried to make its way inside.

Neteyam pulls his finger out of her, looking down at her little cunt. “I'm sorry, love.” He said gently, sitting up as he glanced around slightly. Reaching towards the highlighter on the coffee table before glancing back at (Y/N).

Spotting what Neteyam was looking at (Y/N) became confused, “My highlighters? What do you need those for?”

“If my fingers are too big for you, maybe this is small enough..?” Neteyam said, bringing one highlighter up to his mouth slicking it up with his spit.

As Neteyam covered the highlighter in his spit, he used his other hand to gently spread (Y/N)’s legs apart again, giving him room to work. Once the highlighter was slick enough for Neteyam, he slowly brought it to (Y/N)’s slit, feeling the end up and down, pressing over her clit before gently sliding it in. The highlighter slipped in much easier than his finger did, so he slowly slid it in and out.

Neteyam’s eyes were locked on (Y/N)’s face, watching for any signs of discomfort or pain. He made sure he was gentle, sliding the highlighter in and out of her tiny slit carefully.

The highlighter was painless, but (Y/N) was unused to the sensation of being filled by anything, her brows furrowed in confusion. Recognizing her expression, Neteyam brought his other hand to her clit, his thumb slowly rubbing circles in time with the highlighter.

A gasp leaves (Y/N)’s mouth as she’s assaulted by the simulations.

Neteyam’s thumb rubs her clit more, working on thrusting the highlighter in and out of her more. Still being careful not to hurt her. “Does it feel good...?” He asks, tilting his head to the side.

“Yes,” (Y/N) moaned, starting to enjoy the sensations more.

Noticing that (Y/N) was taking the highlighter well, Neteyam let go of the highlighter inside her, leaving it there before turning to grab two more.

Neteyam turns back towards her, slicking up a second highlighter before carefully pushing it inside alongside the first one.

“Oh!” (Y/N) exclaimed, surprised by the new addition. The second marker caused more of a stretch, pleasantly filling her more. She lifted herself up onto her elbows, looking down at Neteyam, “How many more are there?” She asks, as her slit throbs.

“One more, syulang. Then I think you can take my fingers... And maybe then my cock..?” Neteyam teases, sliding both highlighters in and out of her little cunt. His tail curls around his fuzzy ankle, the fluffy tip brushing against her foot.

In Neteyam’s hand, only the green highlighter was left, meaning the pink and yellow ones were inside her. (Y/N) clenched around them as she watched them slide in and out of her. “Your cock? I haven’t seen one before,” her face flushed as Neteyam angled the markers into her g-spot. Her toes flexed, and her legs shook.

“You will like it once you see it,” Neteyam promises, his ears swiveling forward as he takes note of her sudden change in body language. “You gonna cum for me? Huh, sevin syulang?” He hums, starting to push the green highlighter inside her along with the pink and yellow one.

The sight was lewd; even though the highlighters were thin, the three of them out together in her tiny cunt was obscene. Each of them pulled her entrance taunt, as the bright colors couldn’t be missed. It was like a target right for her weeping cunt.

“Cum? What do you mean cum?” Her voice rose in pitch as something in her belly tightened again, stronger than before.

Neteyam chuckles gently, rubbing her clit a bit harder. “Deep breath, you're doing a great job. Let it happen.” Neteyam coos, leaning over and pressing his forehead against hers.

She shook her head from side to side as she continuously clenched around the highlighters, the coil tightening with nowhere to go, “Teyam! It’s getting stronger! I don’t know what it is! Teyam! Teyam!” She screamed her release as the coil snapped. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her as she continued to shout her release. Slick gushing from her cunt and over the couch and Neteyam.

“Good job… there you go, sweet girl..” Neteyam coos, pressing a few tender kisses to (Y/N)’s forehead. He carefully pulls the highlighters out of her, his ears twitching at the squelching sound.

(Y/N) flinched from the additional pleasure, as she had already cum once, her bleary eyes tried to focus on Neteyam, watching as he placed the highlighters into his mouth, sucking her slick off of them.

“Teyam? What are you doing? That’s gross!” (Y/N) tiredly exclaimed.

“It's not gross, it's delicious..” He smirks, tossing the highlighters off the couch before sitting back on his knees. He places his hand on her thigh, parting her legs a bit more before prodding at her soaked entrance with two of his fingers.

“How can that be delicious? It was inside- Oh fuck!” (Y/N)’s thoughts were cut off as Neteyam slipped two fingers inside her. Wiggling them around, feeling her gummy walls.

(Y/N) tried to close her legs from the oversensitivity, only succeeding in trapping Neteyam’s face between her legs.

Neteyam sits up a bit, spreading her legs open again. “Shhh.. I know, relax. I got you, syulang..” Neteyam soothes, hooking his two fingers upwards before scissoring his fingers apart.

(Y/N)’s eyes screwed shut as Neteyam continued on. Her pussy had never been stretched that far before, let alone feel the pleasures that Neteyam brings her. Each curl and spread of his fingers caused her to shake even more as she writhed in place. Unable to move out of Neteyam’s grip.

Neteyam gently kisses the tip of (Y/N)’s nose, pushing his fingers until they hit the last knuckle. “Look at how well you're doing, little one..” He coos against her ear.

“Teyam, it’s too much! It’s so big!” Tears sprung in her eyes, one slowly trailing down her face.

The same coil from before was tightening again, and she didn’t know if she could take it.

“No, no, no... It's ok..” Neteyam gently cups the side of (Y/N)’s face, gently pulling his fingers out of her slit.

(Y/N) can’t stop the whine as his fingers left her slit; as much as it overwhelmed her, she couldn’t help but be disappointed about the emptiness. Another whine leaves her, this one more frustrated as it seems like she couldn’t figure out what she wants or needs.

“Do you want me to keep going, syulang..?” Neteyam asks gently, cupping her cheek gently.

“Yes? No? I don’t know, Teyam!” Her words were sharp from her frustration, but there was something she did know she wanted, “Kiss me? Please?” She asked him softly.

“Of course, sweet syulang..” Neteyam leans down, pressing a soft and tender kiss to her lips. Gently rubbing her inner thigh.

(Y/N) gently reached up and cupped his face as she leaned into the kiss. The gentle kiss comforted her, leaving her feeling protected. Feeling bold, she remembers reading something once about kissing. Hesitantly, she bites Neteyam’s bottom lip gently before letting go.

Neteyam groans softly, nibbling on her bottom lip before slipping his tongue into her mouth, his tongue wiggling around with hers.

A soft sigh leaves her nose as their tongues intertwine, their breaths synchronizing together as they parted briefly, only to rejoin each other. (Y/N) was unfamiliar with the taste on Neteyam’s tongue, not realizing that it was her own slick she was tasting.

Neteyam breaks the kiss, tipping her chin upwards and biting on her neck gently. “Do you want me to touch you again..?” He asks gently.

Much calmer this time, (Y/N) notices that the overwhelming pleasure has died down to a steady thrum instead of the electric shocks flowing through her, “Yes, please.”

Neteyam gently brushes his finger against her clit before slipping one finger inside her entrance, curling it upwards.

This moan was softer and deeper; this time, the feeling was expected. Letting her enjoy the feelings more, but it still left an ache. The need to be filled more.

Neteyam gently pushes a second finger inside her, being a lot slower and gentler now. “Does that feel good...?” He coos gently, rubbing his cheek against (Y/N)’s.

“Yes, Teyam. It feels good!” Her whines were sweet as she leaned up and licked the shell of Neteyam’s ear, gently biting down and pulling on it before letting go and nipping at his neck.

“Good girl…” Neteyam praised, slowly scissoring his two fingers apart. “You're so tight and wet for me…” He purrs, nuzzling her cheek.

Even after being stretched from before, Neteyam could barely comprehend how tight she was as her walls gripped at his finger, trying to suck them in deeper.

“I’m doing good, Teyam?” Her bright blue eyes searched for his, wide and begging.

“Yes.. You're doing so well, ma syulang..” Neteyam purrs, gently stroking his fingers along her inner walls.

(Y/N) tightens around Neteyam’s fingers as his words bring warmth to her slit; she wiggles happily, even as the coil slowly builds.

“Do you think you can handle a third finger?” Neteyam asks gently, nuzzling his cat-like nose into her neck. His fingers steadily pumping in and out of her soaked pussy.

Nervously (Y/N) nods; each of Neteyam’s fingers were thick and strong from years of archery practice, and she wonders if another one will fit.

“Deep breaths,” Neteyam hums, gently pressing his third finger against her already stretched opening. Neteyam carefully pushes his last finger inside her, gently curling it upwards.

“Oh fuck, Teyam!” (Y/N) yipped, the stretch slightly burned, making the pleasure all the more intense.

“Yeah.. Tell me how much you like it, syulang. Let me hear you..” Neteyam purrs, nipping gently on the tip of her left ear, all three of his fingers pumping in and out of her steadily.

“It’s good! It feels so big, Teyam!”  (Y/N) whined as the pleasure started to cover the burning pain.

“Good girl..” Neteyam coos, peppering kisses all over (Y/N)’s face and down her neck. Gently brushing his thumb over her clit.

(Y/N) jumped at her clit being played with, electric-like pleasure shooting through her body, “Teyam!” She cried as her legs started to shake.

Neteyam curls his three fingers upwards, brushing them over her sensitive inner walls. Increasing the pressure on (Y/N)’s clit as well. “You gonna cum for me, huh, little one?” Neteyam cocks his head to the side, his braids falling over his shoulders.

“Y-yes,” (Y/N) threw her head back as her walls started to milk Neteyam’s fingers, eagerly chasing the sensations.

Neteyam hums, pumping his fingers in and out of (Y/N)’s tiny cunt, gently tugging her tail with his free hand, wanting to help pull her over the edge quicker.

“Ah-ah-ahhhhh!” (Y/N) screamed her release, her slick gushing out of her tiny hole, the pleasure of her pussy being played with, and the teasing of her tail too much.

(Y/N) continues to roll her hips, chasing the lingering feeling.

“There we go.. good girl, yawne.” Neteyam slowly pulls his fingers from her cunt, licking her arousal from his fingers before he leans up and presses his lips against hers, swiping his tongue against hers. Allowing (Y/N) to taste her own arousal.

(Y/N) couldn’t stop the moan that left her lips, the slight humiliation from tasting herself on Neteyam’s tongue building her arousal all over again. Slowly (Y/N) wrapped her legs around Neteyam’s waist, pulling him closer to her slit.

Neteyam chuckles gently against her lips; he pulls back slightly, tugging his sweatpants down his thighs and throwing them on the floor, his boxers following soon after. His protective slit was dripping pre already, the tip of his cock peeking out from inside. “You sure you can handle my osìn, yawne?” He cocks his head to the side, golden eyes blown wide with lust.

(Y/N) looked at his slit, seeing just the head peeking out, it was bulbous, and next to her hole, it was obscene, “I want it, Teyam,” She whispered, unsure if she could actually take it.

“Wanna help me out first, then, love?” Neteyam hums gently, taking one of her smaller hands in his own and guiding it down to his slit.

(Y/N) nods her head as she gently touches his slit; it is warm to the touch and easily parted for her fingers, making more room for his cock to slip out. Her fingers traveled lower, brushing against the tip of his cock, and with her small hand, she reached several fingers inside his slit, urging his dick to come out.

Neteyam’s eyes fluttered shut in bliss; he gently squeezed her thigh to ground himself. His cock slowly slipped out, already hard and dripping pre. “that's it, yawne..” He purrs.

Neteyam’s cock was long and thick in her hands; her hand couldn’t fully wrap around the girth of his cock, as it stood to attention. Hard and throbbing in her hands.

Neteyam's golden eyes fluttered open, locking on (Y/N)’s face. His eyes were lidded and full of lust. “You sure you want this, love..?” He asks gently.

“Please, Teyam, I want it,” (Y/N) whispered, ready to give Neteyam her virginity.

Neteyam nods softly, grabbing one of the couch pillows and gently setting it underneath (Y/N)’s hips. “Ok, I'll be as flrr as I can.” Neteyam mumbles, gently bending over her body, the tip of his length nudging at her clit.

Neteyam’s thick tip bumps into (Y/N) entrance, the tiny hole dwarfed by the size of his cock. A small whimper passed (Y/N)’s lips as the reality sunk in, but it didn’t stop her want or need for Neteyam.

“Shh.. I got you..” Neteyam nuzzles his nose into the side of (Y/N)’s face, a soft purr rumbling through his throat, trying his best to soothe her.

He angles his hips, lining his thick tip up with her tiny entrance before he slowly pushes forward. His tip barely fit even after all the stretching beforehand.

(Y/N) yelped as it pushed inside her, the tip resting just past her entrance, and just that was immense. The thick tip, spreading (Y/N) wider than an arctic Na’vi, is meant to take. Her tiny cunt, stretched far past its limits. (Y/N) rests a hand on Neteyam’s chest, urging him to still and wait for her.

Neteyam gently strokes the fur on (Y/N)’s thigh, pressing his forehead against hers. “You're doing so well, Yawntutsyìp..” He praises, his eyes locked on her face, watching for any more signs of pain or discomfort.

(Y/N) can’t stop herself from clenching around Neteyam’s tip, the thick head simply resting there, as her body struggled to adjust. (Y/N) was always thankful that Neteyam was such a sweet and thoughtful man.

“Slowly, Teyam,” She whispered.

“You sure..? We can wait longer...?” Neteyam lifts his head up slightly, his ears swiveled forward, and his eyes locked on (Y/N)’s.

“I’m sure… Just please be gentle,” (Y/N)’s bright blue eyes meet Neteyam’s, filled with trust.

“Ok, love..” Neteyam nodded gently; he slowly pushed his hips forward more. Slowly his hard length stretches more of (Y/N)’s little cunt open.

(Y/N) whimpers as he slides deeper into her cunt, forcing her inner walls to make room for him, shaping her to the form of his cock. From this day forth, (Y/N)’s cunt will only fit Neteyam's cock.

Neteyam pushes forwards until his pelvis is flush with (Y/N)’s, his cock resting, snuggling inside her little slit, fully bottoming out.

“Fuck Yawntutsyìp.. You're so tight for me..” he groans softly, pressing his forehead against hers again.

Neteyam’s cock came with the feeling of fullness; slight sparks of pain fluttered through (Y/N)’s pussy, but the longer he stayed inside, the more the pain faded, leaving (Y/N) feeling whole and complete.

“Big, Teyam, you’re really big,” (Y/N) moans, wrapping her arms around his neck and threading her fingers through his braids.

Neteyam groans softly, dropping his head into her shoulder. Relishing in the feeling of her tightness. “You feel so good around me, syulang..” He purrs out, holding himself still for now.

(Y/N) rhythmically squeezed Neteyam’s cock, as she adjusted to his size, “You can move now,” (Y/N) rested her head on top of Neteyam’s, holding him closer to her.

Neteyam simply nods, withdrawing his hips until half of his length remains before gently pushing forward again, building up a steady and slow pace.  

Neteyam's hands held her hips gently, his face pressed into the side of her neck. (Y/N) held him close as her heels dug into the small of his back, trying to force him back in.

“Teyam, you’re inside me… it feels good,” (Y/N) moaned as he continued to thrust into her gently.

Neteyam grunts softly, continuing his slow and steady pace. Not wanting to risk hurting her at all. “Mhm.. Such a pretty girl for me..” He mumbles against (Y/N)’s fluffy neck.

(Y/N)’s tail starts to wag at the praise, all the while moaning from the pleasure; she tries to curl herself impossibly closer, wanting to touch every part of Neteyam, whining when she is unsuccessful.

“Careful, syulang..” Neteyam mumbled gently, gently laying on top of her, his chest pressed into hers even if it meant having to arch his back awkwardly.

“Ohhh,” (Y/N) purred, comforted by the touch, her chest rumbling in a purr, “More Teyam, please,” She used her feet to push on his back to urge him faster.

“I don't want to hurt you, small thing..” Neteyam mumbles, brushing his hand through her fluffy white hair. His hips still moving slowly.

“Please, Neteyam, I can take it,” (Y/N) pleaded, moving her hips, chasing the pleasure herself.

Neteyam grunts softly, a low growl rumbling in his throat. He pulls his hips back, leaving just his tip inside her stretched cunt before pushing forwards again, picking up the pace of his thrusting. Angling his hips upwards slightly, searching for (Y/N)’s sweet spot.

“Fuck!” (Y/N) cried as her pussy was taken thoroughly, her spongy insides taking the brunt of Neteyam’s thrusts, “Please, Neteyam! More!” She cried again as her legs tightened around him even more.

Neteyam groans deeply, his large hands holding onto (Y/N)’s hips. “Needy little thing..” He whispers into her ear, nibbling on the end.

Neteyam’s hips shove into hers at a slightly rougher pace, each thrust pushing his cock deep. His tip kissing (Y/N)’s cervix.

“Yes! Yes! Fuck!” (Y/n) shook her head from side to side as the pleasure overwhelmed her; her most intimate place was being ravished by Neteyam. Her cervix soon became tender from the constant pounding it was taking.

Neteyam switched between grinding his hips against hers and thrusting into her; his tail curled around (Y/n)’s fluffy tail. “You look so pretty, taking my osìn like a good girl..” He grunts out, pressing his lips against hers in a messy kiss.

(Y/N) leans into the kiss as they wrap around each other completely, their tongues meeting in the open air before their lips sealed together. They both tried to breathe through their noses, unwilling to let go of the other's lips as they moaned in tandem.

Neteyam moans against her lips, feeling heat start to bubble in his lower belly and core. He snaps his hips against (Y/n)’s, drawing lewd squelching from in between them. Neteyam’s thrusts became deeper, forcing her to take his hard length deeper until a bulge in her lower belly formed underneath her fur.

(Y/N) squirmed and whined as she takes Neteyam’s cock, a deep coil stronger than before was building. The sound of flesh meeting her fur was loud, ringing throughout the dorm room as they both near their release.

Neteyam reaches a hand down, circling his middle and pointer fingers around her little clit. “Gonna cum for me..? Huh, pretty girl..? Keep squeezing me; feels so good…” Neteyam moans into her ear, his cock starting to throb as he nears his own orgasm.

(Y/N) squealed as Neteyam played with her clit, as she spasmed around Neteyam’s length, grabbing into his braids for leverage while accidentally grabbing his kuru and pulling.

Neteyam’s body tenses up, his eyes rolling back into his head and his jaw dropping open. “F-fuck Yawntutsyìp!” He gasped sharply; the feeling of her hand grabbing his kuru and pulling sent Electric shocks up and down his spine, making his brain tingle. “Oh- fuck.. ‘M gonna cum..” He warns, his thrusting growing sloppy.

“Cum! Cum! Teyam! Cum inside me; I want your cum, please!” (Y/N) begged as her core was tight, her walls already attempting to milk his cum deep inside her.

Neteyam’s cock throbs a few times before his hips; still, he throws his head back, gripping the sofa cushion tightly as he empties himself inside her little cunt. Muttering, Na'Vi curses under his breath.

“Neteyam!” (Y/N) screams, using Neteyam kuru as a tether, bringing him into a deep kiss as she cum around his cock, Milking him, drawing his cum deeper inside her.

Neteyam’s hips jerk against hers as she grabs his kuru again, and he whines against her lips. His cock throbbed again, squirting the last of his cum inside her, some dribbling out around his cock.

(Y/N) whines, unhappy that Neteyam’s cum is leaving her slit, wanting it all inside, and also slightly irritated at the feeling of it in her fur, “Stay, Neteyam,” she asks, brushing his lips against hers, not letting him leave her.

Neteyam pants heavily, gently resting his head against hers, soothing his hand over her side. He stayed still like she asked, his body still tingling with the aftershocks of his orgasm. “Nga yawne lu oer.. My (Y/n)..” He breathes out.

“Nga yawne lu oer, Teyam,” (Y/N) whispers as she urges Neteyam to become more comfortable, having him lay on his back while she lays on top of him, never letting him leave her cunt.

Neteyam wraps his arms around her middle, tugging her closer. “Nga yawne lu oer more,” he chuckles gently, petting her back. His skinny tail curling around her fluffy one.

(Y/N) hummed in return, too sleepy to say anything, simply basking in Neteyam’s presence.

Neteyam nuzzles his nose into (Y/N)’s hairline, a deep purr rumbling in his chest, making his chest vibrate. “(Y/N)? “ he gently cups her cheek, brushing his thumb over the soft fur there.

(Y/N) hums in response, showing she was still awake but happily stated, as he leaned into Neteyam’s touch.

“Date me,” Neteyam mumbles, his ears drooping slightly at the boldness of his voice.

She looks up at him, her eyes drowsy, as a large smile covers her face, “mmmhmm,” She agrees sleepily but joyfully.

Neteyam smiles happily, nuzzling his forehead against hers, his tail slowly wagging against the sofa. He relaxes with her, starting to grow drowsy himself. “I love you..” He mumbles before drifting off, snuggled up and purring against (Y/N).

The two of them were asleep seconds after, happily resting in each other's arms.

[luonnon-varainen]

The polar region

!This is quite big world building post of pure hyper fixation and murdered English be warned!

General geography

The polar region is located on the south of the globe, on one of the only two continents. Due to the axis of the planet it is covered in almost eternal night, which consequently causes there to be extremely cold and dark. However, the life conditions are surprisingly welcoming(not great or anything but enough to live) thanks to the high seismicity and volcanic activity of the area, which provides both of light and warmth essential for sustaining life. The region is the land of contrasts -snow, freezing cold water and boiling hot lava basically stands side by side. The continent, caressingly called Scylla or Jörmung, is made of two elements separated by inner sea. First part is the barrier reef made of basalts and volcanic glass. In walls of the barrier are located still active volcanoes keeping the area warm and snow free. It is believed that underneath the first few layers of the ring there is still living and breathing lava waiting to break free from the tough and stiff shell. The reef has only one passage through often referred as the throat. That's the only safe way to the inner part of the continent, unless you can sail well enough. The importance of this sea route is hard to even express, but it's enough to create in its name a special holiday known as "Iconmas". During the celebration locals hammer nails into the walls of the throat and hang the leather portraits of lost in the sea and their fautors as a memorial and sacrifice. The second element is the continent itself. It's covered almost entirety with glacier, only occasionally by the sea side you may experience the black rocky or sandy beaches. In the middle of the land there are few small mountain ranges made of sleeping volcanoes. These giants are the key elements of survival in these land as they are riverheads of the continent. It's activity both melts the ice creating warm rivers with fresh water and creates lava rivers which prevent from renewed freezing and provide light. This combination allows life to sprout in the harsh conditions of southern pole giving the beginning to small forests near rivers. The sea(it's technically a lagoon) separates both landmasses. It's might not be the deepest, the saltiest or the most tempestuous sea of the planet but still quite challenging to navigate on. The waters of the lagoon are quite warm around 10°C(for the place with no sunlight it's warm) and freezes only during coldest months of winter. The sea bottom is full of hydrothermal vents, rocky spikes of volcanic origin, icebergs and reefs which brings great danger to unprepared sailors.

Flora

The flora of the polar region is not very diverse but is made of exclusively endemic species. Climate, access to light and running water is highly limited which forced plants to lose many typical characteristics and develop brand new modifications. Everything to survive and thrive in it's own unique way. Common traits of local plants are small size, yellowish needles(etioplasts), and overall similar to the gymnospermea's wood and liber structure

Most of the them are delicate herbs with long vernalization period, perennial plants and cryptogamic plants with wood like structures. Their needles and petals are usually covered in fuzz/pubescence and are quite searing in touch. These plants rearly blooms. The tiny weather window allowing plants to be pollinated and form fruits lasts only few weeks when sunlight reaches peaks of mountains. The fruits of these plants are usually eatable for witches, demons and titans and are rear source of vitamins and anthocyanins

In the polar region there are only three types of trees. All grow in close distance from the rivers and eachother creating thick rotting system. Development of tough bark covered in wax and thermal pith allows them to survive the winter season while protecting from toxic fumes released by lava. These plants are not reliant on skylight or temperature and their blooming and fruition periods are regulated by phytohormones. The fruits resemble fruits of yew-tree. These plants are main source of plant base materials used by locals

Architecture

The architecture of the continent is highly influenced by the climate. The buildings are made to protect owners from cold, wind and snow. The structures are minimalistic, simple, often tall with strong fundaments, thick walls similar to fortresses and with little to none ornaments. Locals prefer the practicality and safety over the esthetic values when it comes to their homes and public buildings, especially since delicate decorations could quickly be destroyed by weather. Due to the constant darkness good lighting inside and outside the homes is crucial part of every structure. There is nothing more valuable in the land of the night than a tiny star guiding you through snow and halls

Titan's architecture is pure definition of the polar architecture style. Fortress , medieval like castles strong enough to withstand blizzards and storms. Tall and simple building towering over any other constructions nearby. They are located on remote island, hillsides of volcanoes or the barrier. The top storeys often has small stained windows as an only decorative element of the construction. The main entrance in comparison to usual open arch commonly found in architecture of other titans are replaced by heavy wooden gateway. Polar titans have very sensitive eyesight, adapted to the night vision, which results in very specific type of lighting inside their homes. All chandeliers, lamps and fireplaces emits reddish light, which is less irritating for their eyes. The effect is attained thanks to usage of special type of glass mixed with gold compounds and ambers imported from other isles. The most striking characteristic of the titan architecture is the main material they use. White fortress generated from their magic resembles in the composition titan bones. It's hard to not notice them from the afar. The contrast between black basalts, dark waters of ocean, slowly spilling lava and opal tower is impossible to miss. Unlikely demons and witches who need to collect materials, prepare and construct their homes. Process of building the titan's towers takes little to no time and effort, while achieving results beyond capabilities of any other species. After all it's hard to complete with a magic that could sprout out any life the titan could imagine

The witches architecture is much less impressive than titan's architecture. While titans style are monumental, making their buildings leaving passerbyes in awe, witches building are brutalist simple and raw. Made of the dark wood, stones, ceiling covered with the thick layer of moss and tiny windows facing alleys and paths. Heavy snow fall forces the construction to be placed higher in order to be capable of getting in or out. It resulted in creating "huts on hen's legs". These houses are very tight. Usually there are only 4 rooms connected with a big fireplace that heat, light and was used to cook food. Beds are usually built in special wardrobes that preserved warmth better. In harsh conditions where they happened to live individual villages without titans protection didn't exist or lasted longer than few years. The only choice are large towns usually located near ocean or river mouths. In order to fit the population on that limited area all architecture was forced to go up instead around. The huts of the cities were built in the way that creates layers of very tight located buildings connected with hanging wooden pavements and ladders. The status of a witch often is expressed by their house location and size: wealthier the witch taller their house is and nearer the main alleys it's built. The worst location to live were flood zones and areas near the forest wall

Residents

A bit of polar titans adaptation to their environment introduction:

Polar titans are in many ways extremely similar to polar bears. Their fur works almost identical, has similar structure, colour, qualities, only skin instead of black is blue. Their eyes are adapted to the minimal amount of light it can catch, a few cones, plenty of rods. They're simply colourblind but with excellent night vision. Polars possess some marine animals features which are carry-over from the times when they were still nomads and usually travel by seas. Similar to our bears situation polar titans are statistical the biggest of all races. To be safe, warm, active and happy. Also the height difference between titans, witches and demons are the biggest in polar region as all three groups fit in very similar niche and extremely limited resources. Witches got a lot smaller and develop brown fat to keep existing, while titans become significantly bigger and fluffier

The society of the continent is quite hierarchical. Not only it's separated on the gods(titans) and their votary(witches and demons) but also statues (titan > demon > witches) witch can be traced back to magic predisposition. Similarly to all isles during that era. The species social structures have also their own hierarchy, professions and titles.

Titans all are on top-level in society, as gods creators of life and lords of sea there wasn't even discussion why. Usually they wear coats made of yellow needles of trees, "skirt" made of fine selkidomus's leather and as the typical element of titan's fashion embroidered ribbons engrained with red ink. Inside this group are separated smaller ones including:

Sherpas - tiny group of titans living on hillsides of the barrier reefs away from cities. They are guides of caravans when the throat is clogged or frozen and watchers of the sea. It is believed that they prevents great floods from hitting the capital and other towns. Sherpas also keep the flame of the lighthouse

Njörðr - traders who operates on the continental sea and around the continent(difference between quennian and them are the area they travel). Out of all groups the distance between them and votary is the smallest

Joms - skilled warriors who follows similar moral code as vikings used to. They believe that the highest honour is to die in the battle, which leads to their quite big percentage in mercenaries. In eyes of the local witches they would be treated like heros of epos and myths who fought monsters and new gods(unless they are not the one who invades)

Jarls- the true highest gods of the continent. They are the core of the city, the first and grand patrons of the towns. Their supervision allowed votary to gather and built everything from homes to harbours. All other groups of titans also falls under their protection and rule. Whole social, cultural, religious and political life is more or less tied with the jarl of the land. Often their birthday or death dates are celebrated like religious holidays

Grylian - members of the "knight" order, not much is known about them except they live in the most isolated island in the continent, chop their horns down and tie their muzzles. Sometimes witches reports seeing unknown boats, nothing like any local ones, stalking them while fishing. Local authorities usually does nothing with it. They know whose these boats are. If they are harmless and don't want any greater contact why to bother.The rumours spread around titans points that they might be form of a cult who believes in the old myth of witches predicting the end of the world

The witches of the continent have the the lowest status in the social hierarchy. Being generally quite delicate and often defensless with their tiny bilesacks in the world were strength and magic is to be or not to be is difficult. In exchange for the protection they offered their labour and fruits it. Witches of polar region are chubby-cheeked, fuzzy eraed and have greater night vision than others witches for different regions. They usually wear warm ushanka, long selkieskin vest , and few inner layers of robes. They always carry with themselves lanterns to safely navigate through woods, seas and city.

Seamster - a sewers are highly valued craftsmen. It's not uncommon to see these artisans being treated with the greatest honours, even better than many officials. Their bright colourful aprons are symbols of their profession and years of mastering the craft. Old diaries, from the times when gods wander around the world, says that witches supposedly gained the favours of titans by giving them sewer's masterworks. That could explain why out of all professions seamsters are adored so much

Courtier - small group of witches who live and serve titans in their homes. Scope of duties is quite wide but offers great benefits and better future for kids. You can always tell if the witch is a courtier or not by their hair - all of them have bleached hair. There is no rule to do so, but they at some point of history members of this group started to do so. Allegedly to resemble more gods their serve. Common fashion choices are also branches in hair and needle coat exactly the same titans wear on their daily routines

Priest - caretakers of temples. They organise all celebrations, plead blessings, prepare sacrifices, keep the shrines clean. Similarly to couriers they wear branches attached to their hats. Also priests wear coats made out of their gods fur, which are collected after ceremonial fur-cutting. Priests are prohibited from ever living the temple, to keep them inside they don't have shoes, gloves or real winter coats. Quite often thier toes are being broken which prevents them from walking away. It's believed that if a priest leaves their temple whole area will be cursed

Titan trapper - "anyone, young, old, rich, poor, courtier or fisherman can be member of the cult. They look exactly the same as any other witch, no special signs. Behaves, talks, moves, works normally. Only time when you can surely tell something is wrong is when they strike. When you fall asleep. They draw on their face these weird wide smiles and will try to stab you. I don't knows what this grin mean. It's creepy like they caught rabies or sth and now they out of thier minds. But somone heard them..." this would be the description of titan trapper made by a titan. It was the beginning of the horror, too early to understand or know anything. But the smile is just directed symbol of new gods, in pure darkness you can see only eyes and smile staring at you

It's not all but hit the limit of photos and will be a bit of continuation

[paperstorm]

Currently hyper fixated on how Carlos's hand in the 5x05 scene covers the entire nape of TK's neck as TK's head is completely straight while TK's hand just barely covers the nape of Carlos's neck even with Carlos leaning his neck sideways into his hand 🫠

(Getting screen shots from YouTube is not ideal for this lol especially since how is the lighting getting worse as the seasons go on why is it so brown and muddy now rip gif makers I imagine the grey filter was annoying but not nearly as hard to deal with as all this beige fuzz) but!!! Yes the difference in the sizes of their hands makes me so 🫨 tk’s are so elegant and slender and Carlos’s are such meaty bear paws

[issela-santina]

Javert from Les Mis thinks he's Angel from Hot Fuzz that's what he's like. both of them are autistic bastards but at least Angel faces a group of petty murderous racists in Sandford whilst Javert goes fucking hyper over some young educated men and a hot thief who stopped breaking the law when he hit a jackpot

going by that I imagine chaos if they were in each other's worlds. Angel would probably quit the force and join the resistance because governments have failed him before; Javert would be discombobulated to know his own superior is a criminal

[kimetsu-no-yaiba-writings]

HIHI! Im not really good at requesting things so I apologize in advance of this seems weird😭 odd request but!1!1 could you maybe do Rui with a s/o that’s a lunar moth demon? Like has the wings and antennas of said moth and stuff :)

Hiya Anon! (^○^) First off I want to thank you for requesting, especially something so fun!

Please don't apologize either, I'm more than happy to write your request ☆ If you have anymore please send them my way!

I just hope that i've done your request justice....

Also as I've written quite a bit I'm gonna stick these headcanons under a 'Keep Reading' line which I hope you don't mind.

Rui x Luna moth Demon S/O - Headcanons:

To Rui, you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen in his long life - Your just absolutely stunning!

Even before you both started a relationship – back when you first met each other, where you were injured + caught in his web and he was going to eat you 😊 – you held a ethereal beauty that soothed him yet made him yearn

…….he did threaten to eat you a lot at the beginning of your friendship, although now he threatens to eat you in a joking manner

Big beautiful pearlescent green wings that shimmer when you move – covered in a soft fuzz and a gentle dust – the crescent moons on your wings winking each time you move.

Your bottom wings have these beautiful twisting tails too which happen to trail on the floor alot so you have a tendency to stay above ground so they don't get damaged

Rui does help you keep them intact and healthy

Your antennae sit comfortably on your forehead just above your brows, resting on your head when not in proper use - as if your letting them relax

They happen to be as equally as soft as your wings, and feathered out elegant – the colour a mellow yellow, slightly dull in comparison to your wings

Of course Rui doesn’t touch your wings or antennae too much, he knows both are delicate – that and your sense of smell is incredibly sensitive due to your antennae…

Your eyes are stunning too, a beautiful shade of (E/C) that have the amazing ability to see everything around you in hyper detail

It just also happens that due to your amazing eyesight you happen to be a bit light sensitive…..

Although funnily enough, light is something that grabs your attention quickly? You just have to investigate it at all costs

Does that mean Rui has to constantly be vigilant for unusual light sources? Yes

Also your eyes glow – like a cat’s – when light is shone at them

Has this accidently scared members of the spider family? Yes! Have any of them learnt not to shine lights around so you don’t accident scare them? No

Honestly each and everyone of your features are beautiful to Rui

You differ so much to him and his spider qualities - although his eyes do the glowy thing too (which is terrifying! Why did spiders have to have the glowy eye things too?!)

Your method of hunting is fascinating too.

Completely different to his hunting.

Soft clicks leaving your throat in odd patterns to confuse your prey (and predator) as you lead them off on a wild + intoxicating dance before devouring them swiftly

Hiding away above in the forests canopy, your eyes that see all analyzing everything about your prey from the way they stand to the sound of their blood + heart rate

You can go months between eating - Lunar moths lack mouths completely and survive of off their own body fat - although you eat ALOT when you finally do need to eat which Rui happily provides for you

Your blood is also moth-like! Instead of a deep crimson its a deep and haunting blue - Although if you were to ever get injured to the point of shedding blood, Rui is personally hunting & killing the thing that harmed you down

Rui does like to spoil you

He always manages to find - or maybe make? - the finest fabrics and furs for you, everything is suited to your tastes and wants

The fur is always soft and warming due to your obsession with warmth and keeping it locked in your body

The flesh you consume is only ever hunted by his or your hand - Rui only ever does this for you

Your bestowed his love and affection for all of time

His small smiles and feather soft kisses - Cold lips brushing along the apple of your cheek in a sign of affection as you walk together with hands holding

Soft and gentle hands upon your face, appendages and body

Your the only one who he whispers compliments and praise too

The only one he'll ever shed tears for - In sadness, anger, lust and happiness etc.

You are his love

[smoothbeing]

Jo sat cross-legged on the couch, her laptop balanced on her knees. The glow of the screen illuminated her face as she scrolled through photos of women with shaved heads—some bold and edgy, others soft and serene. She paused on one image, her finger hovering over the trackpad. The woman in the photo had a sharp jawline and a confident smile, her bare scalp gleaming under the light. Jo sighed, her heart fluttering with a mix of envy and longing.

“Anne,” she called out, her voice tentative but tinged with excitement. “Can you come here for a second?”

Anne appeared from the kitchen, wiping her hands on a dish towel. Her curly brown hair was tied up in a messy bun, a few strands escaping to frame her face. “What’s up?” she asked, leaning against the doorway.

Jo turned the laptop toward her. “Look at this. Isn’t she stunning?”

Anne squinted at the screen, then raised an eyebrow. “A shaved head? Really?”

“Yes, really!” Jo’s eyes sparkled with enthusiasm. “I’ve been thinking about it for weeks. I want to do it. I want to shave my head.”

Anne blinked, her expression shifting from confusion to concern. “Jo, your hair is gorgeous. It’s so long and shiny. Are you sure you want to just… chop it all off?”

Jo ran a hand through her dark, waist-length hair, the strands slipping through her fingers like silk. “I know it’s a big change, but that’s the point. I feel like I’ve been hiding behind my hair for years. I want to feel free, you know? Like I’m not tied to this… this *idea* of what I’m supposed to look like.”

Anne sat down beside her, setting the dish towel aside. She studied Jo’s face, searching for any hint of doubt. “You’re serious about this, aren’t you?”

“Completely,” Jo said, her voice steady. “But I need your help. I want you to be the one to shave it.”

Anne’s eyes widened. “Me? Jo, I’ve never even held clippers before. What if I mess it up?”

Jo laughed, the sound light and carefree. “It’s just hair. It’ll grow back if you do. But I trust you. I want this to be something we do together.”

Anne hesitated, then nodded slowly. “Okay. If this is what you really want, I’ll do it. But you’re not allowed to blame me if you hate it.”

“Deal,” Jo said, grinning.

The next evening, they set up a chair in the middle of the living room, a towel draped over Jo’s shoulders. Anne stood behind her, a pair of clippers in one hand and a comb in the other. Her hands trembled slightly as she turned the clippers on, the buzz filling the room.

“Ready?” Anne asked, her voice soft.

Jo took a deep breath, her reflection in the mirror staring back at her with determination. “Ready.”

The first pass of the clippers sent a cascade of dark hair tumbling to the floor. Jo’s heart raced, but she didn’t look away. With each stroke, she felt lighter, as if shedding not just her hair but the weight of expectations she’d carried for so long.

When the clippers had done their work, Jo’s head was covered in a soft, velvety fuzz. She ran her hand over it, marveling at the texture. “It feels so weird,” she said, laughing. “But I love it already.”

Anne smiled, but there was a glint of mischief in her eyes. “You know, if we’re going all the way, we might as well go *all the way*.”

Jo raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

Anne held up a razor and a bottle of shaving cream. “Smooth as a baby’s bottom. What do you think?”

Jo’s eyes widened, but then she grinned. “Let’s do it.”

Anne lathered Jo’s scalp with shaving cream, her fingers gentle as they spread the cool foam over the short bristles. Jo closed her eyes, savoring the sensation. The razor glided smoothly over her skin, each stroke revealing the pale, smooth scalp beneath.

“This is so weird,” Jo said, giggling. “I can feel everything—the air, your hands, the razor. It’s like my head is hyper-aware.”

Anne chuckled. “Just wait until you touch it. It’s going to feel like a peach.”

When the last of the shaving cream was wiped away, Jo turned to the mirror. Her reflection took her breath away. Her scalp was smooth and shiny, the contours of her skull now fully visible. She tilted her head, studying herself from every angle. Without her hair, her features seemed sharper, her eyes brighter. She felt exposed, but in the best possible way—like she was finally seeing herself.

“I love it,” she whispered, a smile spreading across her face. She turned to Anne, her eyes shining with gratitude. “Thank you.”

Anne set the razor down and wrapped her arms around Jo, pressing a kiss to her bare scalp. “You’re beautiful, Jo. Always have been, always will be.”

Jo leaned into the embrace, feeling a sense of freedom she hadn’t known she was missing. In that moment, she knew she’d made the right choice—not just for herself, but for the two of them, together.

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I am very interested in your 'NPMD is about Facism and Dictatorship' idea. Like it's an angle I've never thought to take but the more I think about it the more credible it seems

i talked abt it with fuzz last week but i think hatchetfield in general is a very conservative/fascist town. again im stressing THE TOWN not the series, but hatchetfield is an overtly hyper christian, hyper puritan, hyper xenophobic town where self expression and pride is highly demonized while the actual Real demons get away with everything because of the elite that serve them and feed those who they perceive as Lesser than to the monsters that in truth hate All of us

in npmd for example max jaegerman is a dictator. he has created a food chain within hatchetfield high and slotted himself at the top, right below him are kids like the football team and the cheerleaders, steff, basically anyone whose a "cool kid" just because he designates them as such. these are people who are worthy of human rights but only as max sees it, as even theyre not exempt from his rules. max decides who gets to date who, wether its peter wanting to date steff or even cool kids like kyle wanting to date brenda, because HE doesnt want them to. this also bars the "cool" kids from being kind to the nerds even though they openly want to, but will still cave and fight alongside with max to avoid his wrath. this furthers the social hierarchy max has set up as people try and survive within it instead of fighting against it, the only time its able to topple over (At least for a time) is when the nerds band together and push against it, but even still that doesnt end the problem for good and the evil lurks in waiting, growing its power so it can fight back once more.

also i must stress again, the lyrics "the world is just too well behaved, it needs to be saved, and youre too weak to be enslaved" and "cleansing of your kind" like theyre not subtle about it at all

the genius of nerdy prudes is that the monster (at least until the last half hour) is made solely From hatchetfield. even before max becomes a Literal monster at the waylon house (which is itself haunted by original monsters of hatchetfield, the upper crust who sacrificed others to serve a power to avoid being destroyed by the power themselves) he is a product OF hatchetfield, as we see from hatchet town and solomon lauter just what a crappy, "everyones out for themself" place it is - children die and the leader who Knows whats going on immediately starts igniting mistrust and suspicion within his own community, instead of stepping up to quell any fears he tells his community to start pointing fingers at one another to stop them from digging into the truth, and it even ends up spinning back onto him (lauters got his hands on the hatchet handle/swinging on the youth from his high mantle)

this is in part kinda why i hate the inclusion of the lords in black in the last act as their inclusion feels like fanservice and theyre not. really all that explained especially to the majority of people who only watch the musicals, they kinda just come off as random faceless demons (aside from wiggly and maybe pokey) never alluded to any earlier than the second they appear, but their inclusion does feed into the themes of attempting to rely on higher ups who only have Their own interests at heart and dont care about you, as even when they do decide to "help", they ask for either steff or peters life, and when they dont get that grace ends up having to give up her virginity THEN becomes a host to further the evil, corrupted by the power she gets from finally being in charge, but at the end of the day shes still lower on the totem pole than the unyielding force that has decided itself to be the highest power.

its a constant cycle of blaming others within the same cage as you instead of blaming the guy holding the electric prod poking you all within it, and this is reflective of our modern day as everyday we regress further into old facist ideologies (or rather those ideologies that have been in place for ages just get clearer, once again the evil grows and stops hiding) when our best bet is to band together and fight,

i have. so much more to say but this is specifically about nerdy prudes so maybe ill make a video essay one day about the other stuff.

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heyyy! its @fuzzyfreak .ᐟ ooor aka thia, or just fuzzy/fuzz is fine! im 18!! i have MANYYY hyper-fixations, but I’m currently hyper-fixated on agatha all along

i love posting fanart/talking about age regression topics, (BOOM agere beam my favs of course . . . !) I’m a multi-fandom account, i can’t stick with one show!! also currently looking to revamp my age regression fics, or just fanfictions in general, (maxmayfieldisalittleshit on ao3), i love making silly mood-boards, and am so open to make friends!!! REQUEST ARE KINDA OPEN!! (currently picking n choosin)

other shows/fandom im into/willing to write/draw/moodboard/headcanon for!: abbott elementary, the pitt, wednesday, stranger things, squid game, ms.marvel, mcu in general, harry potter (hate u tho jkr.) parks and recreation, the office, my hero academia, voltron, win or lose, bluey, Pokémon, carebears, greys anatomy, ginny snd georgia, tim burton movies (especially beetlejuice!!), scott pilgrim, owl house, steven universe, tmnt (2012+ mutant mayhem), IT + IT2, chiikiwa, the good place, squid game, hospital playlist + resident playbook, chances are if it’s a medical drama, I’m in love. honestly if u request nicely for ur fandom I’ll probably write/draw/etc it ehehe. ≧◡≦