#“why does the divine one call you babygirl” i too would care to know this

[rafent]

♡ what if we were both dragons and we

High Priest / Dragon ♀ ♂

An exemplary child of dragons that can transform, create Corrupted, earth puppets, awaken emblems, and even rouse them. In short terms: a prodigy. Identifies more as a Divine Dragon due to their Lythos upbringing but has no qualms with their Fell Dragon blood

In true avatar kid fashion, gender is dependent on the player. If the chosen avatar is male, then this child is female. If the chosen avatar is female, then they are male. Looks the same as both genders. In this case, they are female!

Feels the closeness of her bonds and sees no need for formalities. Blunt, innocently unguarded, and refers to everyone by first name including her own father, which irks Rafal to no end. Alear remains the sole and mysterious exception

Both parents, Alear and Rafal, are miraculously present in her life. Like the former she is a kind soul and feels responsibility to protect others. Supposedly does not resemble the latter much, a fact that Rafal is relieved for...

She is exceedingly confident in her prospects of victory and does not entertain the possibility that either she or her allies will lose. "We'll win no matter what. On my power as a Divine Dragon, that's a promise"—a favorite saying of hers. She is also fond of sweets. Perhaps resembling one particular father in these respects

Character Arc: One distant millennia in the future, a day will come where Elyos is upturned. Emptied of peace and its usual protectors. With both Alear and Rafal the most powerful dragons lost to the sands of time, a new Divine One must inherit the world they sought to protect. She will rise to the occasion

Grew up speaking to 'the nice spirits in the rings' that no-one else can see. It is a secret kept to herself in the manner of imaginary friends. Though born twinless, she is not alone; they are in a sense her many kind older brothers and sisters

Army Superlative(s): Struggles the hardest to wake up on time, worst split ends in the army, likes to be alone the least

[liesmyth]

do you have favorite jod fics you'd recommend? i love your tlt opinions and am also a filthy john understander, but totally new to the fandom's fic scene

HI. YES. This is the rec list I was born to make. My shitty little meow meow. My insufferable babygirl. I do have fics. They're good :)

Written for me (ME!):

(I sat on this ask for a couple days so that I could acknowledge the authors on these fics that just revealed today. They cater perfectly to my tastes and everyone should read them.)

and my mouth isn't filled with blood, it's victory wine by @widespindriftgaze; John/Ianthe, pre-NtN, rated E, gore

You like forcing yourself to do gross things. This is called having character. Ianthe gets haunted, makes a power play, and smokes a cigarette.

Sex Education by @theriverbeyond; John & Gideon, pre-NtN, rated T

In which God explains condoms, consent, and how babies are made, and Prince Kiriona Gaia considers the pros and cons of being jettisoned out into the vacuum of space

(John gives Kiriona "the talk")

Other faves!! These are John & Gideon:

A Mild Sort of Resurrection by sigaloenta; Bari Star AU, rated G

In all the extensive special briefings and all-hands bulletins and strict sets of orders preparatory to the Emperor Divine's inspection tour of the Avernus, no one had considered that God might desire to fetch Himself a coffee.

"Fuck it, I'm adopting her," said John Gaius, not knowing the paperwork wasn't necessary by @naamah-beherit; John & Gideon AU, rated T

Gideon, a highly distinguished Cohort lieutenant, saves the day—and the girl—and then gets stuck in the lift of The Erebos with a man feeding her peanuts as if they have all the time in the world. They don't, but if he doesn't mind, then why should she?

now that you're sleeping by elijah_was_a_prophet; John & Kiriona pre NtN, rated M for mega dead

After-hours blues

John + Alecto, after the end:

moving upon the face of the waters by bittybelle; Alecto/John, rated M

You kissed John like the animal you had become, and he responded with the fealty of a child, and then with the force of a god, and then with the passion of the abandoned.

so I open the window to hear sounds of people by @sunderedstar; Alecto & John, rated T

He misses the beach. The real beach. The current one is mostly soil with a lacy veneer of nuclear ash, clammy and streaky and hilariously radioactive, which is a real bummer when he thinks about it too hard.

Some gen fic!!

recognize them by their fruits by ceruleanVulpine; Ianthe & John post HtN, rated T

John and Ianthe deal with the fact that his only remaining Lyctor is the one he never liked much. Maybe they can bond over the fact that they're both egotistical manipulators who lie like breathing? No? Also, God sees ghosts. Ianthe doesn't help.

John 25:12 by @halfeatenmoon; Pre-resurrection gang, John & G1deon

John and his friends escape the cow fortress to spend Christmas Day at the beach. With beer, salads, pavlova, and the corpses of a million fish killed by nuclear weapons testing.

Assorted lyctor shipfic:

choking on your leash by @augustmourn cult era John/A- , rated E + dubcon

He wanted to fuck John because he cared about him, even if he couldn't say it out loud. He didn't want to fuck John as a convenient way for both of them to have a better orgasm, like they always had; he didn't want to fuck John to stop him from killing off another hundred cops. But he would do anything for John. He'd known that in his bones for a long, long time.

colder than empires, and deader too by cadmean; rated E, dubcon + some gore

Drenched in the blood of his oldest sister and staring death (God; but really, where is the difference?) in the face, Augustine makes a different choice.

nature/nurture by Marenke; John/Augustine pre NtN speculation about the memory wipe. Rated G

There’s a little movement Augustine does - a flick of his wrist when he lits up a cigarette - that, some days, feels like the only reminiscent of him before he died.

This War of Attrition by @seven-syntheseas; Augustine/John/Mercy longfic, rated E (30k, complete)

attrition (n.): 1. sorrow for one’s sins stemming from a motive other than that of the love of God; 2. friction.

Or, put simply: Dios Apate. Major.

Self promo corner! I'm not above self reccing, so here are my jodfics. (Surprisingly, they reflect my tastes perfectly.)

John & Kiriona + John & others, post-HtN fic about God's upcoming midlife crisis: towery city amongst the stars; rated T

John & Augustine with shippy vibes, pre-canon: dreams of the ones who came before us, rated T

John/G1deon, pre-canon: dead and old and always hungry, rated E

Alecto/John, after the nukes: sign my death with your teeth, rated E + gore

Primarily a Ianthe fic but John is in there and it was very fun to write: after me, the flood, rated E, horror elements, Ianthe/Augustine + Ianthe & John

Kind of an ensemble fic but John's in it (and he's the only one having a good time) HtN AU: Housing Crisis! at the Mithraeum, rated T

[sevensymbols]

childish (m)

PAIRING: jeon jeongguk + reader GENRE: smut WORD COUNT: 3k WARNINGS: dom!jeongguk, sub!reader, rough sex, orgasm denial - SUMMARY: jeongguk is tired of everyone treating him like the baby of the group. but when his love interest starts acting the same way, he finally snaps.

Every friday was the same. You and your friends would hang out at their house and order two pizzas. You would talk about your week, plans for the next one, sometimes you guys would play games together. It has become a routine at this point, each of you always arriving despite your busy schedule or the occasional sickness.

So it came as more than a surprise when you arrived just after 7pm and your friends were nowhere to be found. Besides, two large pizzas - one pepperoni and one with tuna - were set next to one of the couches, their divine smell filling your nostrils. Usually, you had to come as early as you could, because no one (except for Taehyung) would ever leave a few pieces for you. It was pretty much the early bird gets the worm. But not today.

Today, the pizza boxes were left unnoticed, and you almost wanted to call Hoseok to ask what the hell is going on, if you didn’t hear the stomping and quiet music coming from their gym.

Opening the door slowly, your friends stood there, playing one of their songs and dancing as if it was the last time they could do so.

“Guys?” you asked slowly, not trying to disturb them.

“___!” Jin exclaimed, stopping his movements to run up to you instead. “I’m so glad you’re here!”

“Seokjin, you’re the one who needs the most practicing, so bring your ass back here again,” Namjoon scolded the older man, waving you hello in the process.

“Ah, ___!” Jimin smiled at you before turning around to face the other guys. “Now I can’t concentrate when she’s around, I’ll be so nervous!”

“Shut up, Jimin,” you laughed, “I can always join you, can’t I?”

“Right,” Yoongi nodded, playfully squeezing Jimin’s shoulders. “By the way you are dancing all evening, I’d have to assume ___ has been watching us for hours now.”

The younger man slapped the rapper’s hand away, but still giggled.

“So... Is anyone going to tell me why are you here and not devouring the pizza upstairs?”

“Oh my God, glad you asked,” Namjoon spoke again, “we’ve been practicing this choreo for hours and hours, yet we can’t seem to... finish it up? Like we always think of something, but then someone,” he stops to glare at Jeongguk, “says it’s not it and that it needs a little more sensuality or whatever.”

“I only said that because it’s true!” the maknae tries to defend himself, “It’s not Spring day! It should have more tension and all that.”

Now it was your turn to giggle. 

“What?” Jeongguk’s head whips around to face you.

“Nothing, it’s just- it’s so funny that you said that, you know, you...” 

“And what about it?”

“Nothing, Kookie,” Hobi chimed in, poking his cheeks, “it’s just that you’re our little baby boy and suddenly you talk like that... you better wash your mouth out with soap!”

Everyone, except for Jeongguk, laughed. 

“Alright.”

“Well why don’t you guys show me what you’ve worked on, and then I can tell you what I think as an audience member,” you suggested. “I mean come on, I am a fan!”

“Okay then.”

- - -

“...and then we would go like this-” Namjoon said, lifting his right leg like a flamingo before turning around and returning his leg to the ground as he did so, “and that could be the beginning for the chorus.”

Hoseok and Seokjin burst into laughter as they imitated Namjoon’s dance move, purposely intertwining their fingers to look like ballerinas. The younger boy sighed, but a small chuckle followed right after.

“Yeah, I... I think I liked the second version better,” you admitted with a playful smile on your lips. “Most of you were in the spirit during that one.”

“Most of you? Does that mean someone has been messing it up?” Taehyung smirked at you.

“N-No... Well, not as far as the choreography goes...”

“Then what is on your mind?”

“I-I just-” you struggled to find correct words.

“Just say it, we’ve been friends for so long, we won’t get mad,” Hoseok reinforced you, giving you thumbs up.

“I just... Can’t take you seriously when Kookie’s just being all cute or whatever,” you blurted out quickly, “He is so adorable and I want nothing more than to wrap him in a blanket and carry him everywhere with me.”

Some members chuckled, but the strange expression on Jeongguk’s face made you tremble. “N-Not that I don’t take you seriously, Jeongguk. It’s just that I can only see you in a cute concept.”

“I mean... he is the baby of the group,” Yoongi said. “We see him as a younger brother that we need to protect, you know? I think he kinda grew up like that... you know, being cared for and stuff.”

“You guys really think of me like that?” the youngest member asked, the tone of his voice sweet but the expression on his face bitter. “You think I can’t take care of myself?”

“Not that you can’t take care of yourself, just that... um...” Hoseok trailed off.

“I see,” Jeongguk said. “So your concept would be 100% better if I wasn’t in the picture.”

“Nobody said that,” Namjoon shook his head.

“She did,” Jeongguk pointed his long finger at you.

You threw your hands up in defeat, “see, this is why I didn’t wanna tell you.” Cocking your head towards Jeongguk, you continued: “You just can’t deal with one fucking comment. It wasn’t even an opinion! I need a minute.”

And with that, you headed towards the door. You needed a place alone, any place would work. You chose the bathroom because it was the closest and you could lock yourself in it.

With trembling hands, you turned the faucet on and splashed some water on your face. You watched yourself in the mirror, your flushed cheeks covered in small droplets of water. You couldn’t believe you let a small argument like this ruin you. It wasn’t even over anything serious!

Your thoughts were interrupted by a short knock at the door.

“Occupied,” you automatically answered, drying your cheeks with your arms.

“It’s me.” Jeongguk’s voice sounded a little impatient on the other side of the door.

“Jeongguk, go away. I just need a minute.”

“___, open the door.” He sounded calm, yet there was something in his voice that prevented you from doing so.

“No.”

“Open the fucking door or I’m going to bust it open myself,” he huffed, stopping you in your tracks. You knew he, out of all the members, was the only one capable of doing so, and so you saw yourself unlocking the door slowly. Next thing you knew, the door was wide open and then closed and locked again as your back got pressed against it. Your eyes were met by dark brown ones, staring intently into your soul.

“Jeongguk, what the fuck are you doing?” you screamed at him, only for him to shush you up with his hand on your mouth.

“Shut up. I didn’t like your little act at the gym. The way you looked at me, the way you spoke to me...”

You tried to say his name, but his hand muffled your voice.

“Why did you think it was okay to embarrass me like that?”

You ripped his hand away from your mouth and he let you. “First of all, you literally asked for my opinion. Second, you’re acting like a jealous possessive boyfriend and I don’t like it.”

“But you do like it, don’t you? You like seeing me like this. You’re just too prideful to admit that the maknae makes you feel these things.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. You’re just a baby.”

“Aren’t I older than you though?” he cocked his eyebrow at you.

“T-That has nothing to do with this,” you stuttered.

“So you’re telling me you haven’t been dreaming about this body of mine? You’re telling me you never thought about me in a sexual way?” He chuckled as he held your chin so that your gaze was fixed on him. “Tell me, sweet ___, have you been touching yourself to the thought of a real man fucking your pussy? Have you thought about leaving these pathetic little boys for good, because their kisses are just not enough for a hungry little slut like you?”

You couldn’t believe how accurate he was. How easily he figured you out. He knew that you wanted more, no, you needed more, and you just wanted to leave all those immature young guys on the playground while you went to fetch a real adult.

Nevertheless, you still held your pride.

“How would you know what a real man does?”

And that was it; that was all it took for Jeongguk to slam his lips against yours in a frantic manner. You don’t really remember kissing him back, you just remember how needy the kiss was for the both of you. Jeongguk clearly needed to assert his dominance, pinning you against the wall, his strong hands tightly gripping yours. His hips bucked into yours and you gasped. The way he was skillfully grinding onto you was almost sinful, yet it felt so damn good.

He pulled away and smirked upon seeing you. Everything about you - your flushed cheeks, your swollen lips, your heavy breathing - just confirmed the man’s words. You were already a mess. A hot mess.

“Didn’t think you’d get this riled up for an immature boy huh?” he mocked, studying your face.

“Or maybe I’m simply a good actress,” you retorted.

Both of you knew that was a lie; not even the best-trained actress could pull off those emotions. Yet, for some reason, Jeongguk was still quite unsatisfied with your answer.

“Just shut up, ___. I hate little liars like you.”

“Now doesn’t that sound childish?” The smile on your face was quickly wiped away as the boy lifted your whole body up, placing you on the sink before reattaching his lips to yours. This time it wasn’t as random as before - now, Jeongguk clearly had a motive. You could tell by the way his hand pressed against your clothed clit, making you whimper. He smiled into the kiss.

“If I am so childish and immature... how come you’re this wet for me, hm?” 

You were about to say something back but his fingers slid past the waistband and started rubbing small circles onto your clit. Instinctively, you moaned loudly, making him quickly cover your mouth with his free hand.

“I know babygirl, but you have to keep quiet okay? Show me what a good girl you are and I might continue.”

His warning tone sent shivers down your spine but the way he kissed your forehead afterwards made butterflies flutter in your stomach.

Suddenly his fingers made their way past your lower lips and slipped into your heat with ease. You were glad that his hand was still pressed against your lips, because the moans and whimpers that left your mouth were anything but discreet. But how could you contain yourself when Jeongguk’s fingers mercilessly plunged in and out of you, not showing any signs of stopping.

But then, once Jeongguk felt your walls clench around his fingers, his movements completely stopped. “Don’t cum. I didn’t tell you to.”

“B-but, Jeong- please- I-”

You pleas were cut short when the man’s fingers plunged back in inside your pussy, continuing their quick pace. “I said no.”

“Jeonggukkie, please I’m gonna- I can’t”

Jeongguk smirked at your desperate state, holding you down by your hips and burning his eyes into every curve and crevice of your body. “Take it. Are you gonna come? You gonna be a bad girl?” he whispered huskily, knowing his words would send you over the edge. He knew you couldn’t resist him.

And with another loud moan you came, your legs trembling, face even redder than before. Jeongguk furrowed his eyebrows, squeezing your throat with his free hand. “What a shame. I was going to let you suck my cock, but I guess you just really want to disobey, right?”

“N-no...” you whined, bucking your hips to meet his, hands reaching for his pants. He chuckled, further restraining you.

“No touching. You’ve been a brat all evening,” he commanded sternly, although the corners of his mouth slightly turned upwards. Before you knew it he was flipping you over, pressing his crotch against your ass. “I’m going to give you what you’ve been begging for, baby.” he whispered in your ear, pressing his lips against your earlobe, his hard on teasing your entrance as you arched your back into him, trying to get him to push inside, with no success, because his hands gripped your hips and held them in place. “Hmm, I wonder if you’ll finally stop whining and listen to me so we can get this whole thing over with.” 

You whimpered and wiggled your butt, trying to get him to do something, anything, but he wouldn’t oblige, holding you in place while gently rubbing his member against your folds. “Tell me,___, will you listen to me if I give you what you want?” he teased, one of his hands pushing under your t-shirt, running up your stomach to your breasts. “Will you?” he pressed again, pushing his head against yours and turning your face to push it against the mirror. You whined and nodded, letting the mirror fog up as you heaved for air, your chest moving rapidly. “Do we need a condom?”

“I’m- I’m on the pill,” you whispered against the mirror.

“Good girl,” Jeongguk praised, slapping your ass lightly, “are you gonna be a good girl for me?”

“Yes, fuck yes,” you exhaled.

“We’ll see about that once I’m done with you.” he finally took mercy upon your writhing form and pushed his cock inside of you, making your eyes roll in the back of your head as you moaned into the glass of the mirror, arching your back to push your butt against him, a moan leaving your lips. 

“Fuck, look at you, baby. I’m barely inside and you’re already putty in my arms, I should have known you’ve been needy all this time,” he whispered and pulled out almost all the way before slamming back inside, making you yelp with the force of the movement and push against the mirror, his hands trapping you in place. He repeated the action one more time, a grunt leaving his lips and his eyes fluttering closed for the briefest moment behind you, your eyes fixed on his reflection in the mirror as you took in the sight before and behind you. 

A loud moan left your lips and you struggled to keep your eyes open to take in the view as he started a punishing pace, pulling out almost all the way every single time, before slamming back in at full force, making your legs shake and your palms smudge with sweat against the mirror as you were trying to brace yourself.

“Take it, take my fucking cock like a good girl,” Jeongguk commanded.

“Oh my- Jeongguk, whatever you do, oh fuck, don’t stop, j-just please, ah, don’t stop,” you cried, desperately trying to hold on to anything you saw.

“I’m not going to baby, don’t worry,” he replied, biting your shoulder. “Fuck, are you close again?”

You were, and clearly, by the way you were clenching around his member, Jeongguk knew as well. “Y-yes.”

“Fuck,” he cursed again, snapping his hips into you, “me too, baby. Go on and cum.”

It seemed like the anger had washed away, his thrusts now being slower and sloppier. Still, his work made you feel like never before and soon enough you came, a loud moan and his name escaping your pink lips. Jeongguk followed, moaning out your name in a way that almost made you cum again. He pulled out, leaving you empty and gasping for air.

Once you gathered yourself, you washed your face again, putting your outfit on again, trying to make it look the same as previously. The last thing you wanted was to be made fun of for fucking your friend in the bathroom.

“Jeongguk?” you whisper, watching him pull up his pants. The man lifts his head up, cocking an eyebrow at you.

“Hm?”

“I’m sorry that I called you childish,” you bow your head. “I didn’t realize what my words did to you.”

He sighs, walking closer to you. You’re not sure what to do, and it all feels a little too awkward just standing there. Jeongguk suddenly pulls you closer to him, your head making contact with his chest. His strong arms hold you firmly but tenderly, as if he wanted to make sure you won’t fly away. You wrap your arms around his torso, nuzzling your nose into his chest.

You stand there for a minute or two, before the older boy kisses the top of your head. “I think we should go. The boys might get suspicious.”

-

You walked into the main room together - you figured there was no point in lying since the boys probably knew quite well that you two were making up. Neither of you two were sure to what extent, though.

“Hey guys!” Hoseok smiled at you, “sorry there’s no pizza left. We tried to wait but we were also really hungry, so.”

You smiled back. There was no way Hobi knew what you two were doing back there. His smile was too genuine and innocent and his eyes sparkled like fireworks. “Oh, that’s o-”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Jeongguk interrupted you. “No way you couldn’t save at least a little bit for me! You guys are so unfair!”

You looked at him, along with the other boys, but only your gaze snapped him back to reality.

“Ah- Well I guess it’s okay. But wait for me next time,” he mumbled, sitting down next to Jimin. You followed him, sitting down as well, and everything seemed to be fine again. You were talking and laughing with the boys, finally being able to relax. That was until you heard Jimin whisper to Jeongguk.

“Come on,” Jimin giggled, nudging the taller boy with his elbow. “How was she?”

“Jimin!”