#forbidden★star

[hoonharem]

recs

📓 all sunghoon, 18+.

tags: smut, fave (★)

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❕ all are smut and sunghoon x reader (afab).

🔍 full warnings on original posts; read at your own risk.

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📓 no to minimal plot

» we can’t be friends ★ (421, ex bf!hoon)

» guilty as charged (486, somnophilia)

» now he knows (943, jealous!hoon)

» good guys could never (1.3k, brother’s friend!hoon)

» bratty baby (1.4k, tamer!hoon)

» fuck me like a slut (1.4k, bf!hoon)

» you're on my mind and i want you as mine (1.4k, fwb!hoon)

» insatiable (1.5k, fingering)

» only you (1.6k, jealous!reader)

» you get me so high all the time (1.6k, smoking)

» what are friends for? (1.8k, bff!hoon)

» dangerously (1.8k, bf!hoon, angry sex)

» agora hills (1.9k, idol bf!hoon, somnophilia)

» missed you (1.9k, sub!hoon)

» bestfriend's older brother (1.9k, bff!taesan)

» sample session (2.1k, doctors)

» drip, drip, drip (2.1k, cunnilingus)

» i hate valentine's day (2.1k, bf!hoon)

» pretty boy in glasses, please save me ★ (2.2k, idol!hoon)

» heaven (2.2k, infidelity)

» carnal (2.3k, stepcest, dubcon)

» fuck boy next door (2.7k, tutor!hoon) 1/2

» fuck boy next door (3.3k, tutor!hoon) 2/2

» mine (2.4k, jealous!hoon, ex bf!jake)

» into it (2.6k, frat boy!hoon, fwb)

» all of you (2.7k, bf!hoon)

» subscriber benefits (2.8k, camboy!hoon)

» vacation (2.9k, bf!hoon)

» the lion and the lamb (3k, vampire!hoon)

» pent up (3.2k, idol!hoon, threesome with hee) 1/2

» first and last (3.4k, past love)

» tease (3.5k, possessive!hoon)

» six feet under (3.5k, cheating!hoon)

» okay (3.6k, fwb!hoon, hurt/comfort)

» drawn to you ★ (3.7k, cheating!hoon)

» always and forever (4k, makeup sex)

» cabin fever (4k, bf!hoon)

» conceal (4k, popular!hoon)

» look closely (4k, jealous!hoon)

» car sex (4.3k, street racer!hoon)

» picturesque (4.6k, bf!hoon)

» hard (4.9k, neighbor!hoon, threesome with jay) 1/3

» sweat (5k, neighbor!hoon) 2/3

» mark me yours (5k, idol!hoon, jealousy)

» scream (5k, bf!hoon, horror movie reference) 2/2

» liar, sweetheart (5.1k, twins!hoon, rivals to lovers)

» own little porn star (5.1k, professor!hoon)

» cool with you (5.6k, pervert!hoon)

» little bit of affection (5.7k, manager!hoon)

» bed (7.8k, fiance!hoon)

📓 with plot

» night shift (4.5k, camboy and boss!hoon)

» teach me, please (5.3k, student!hoon) 1/1

» teach me, please (5.1k, student!hoon) 2/2

» are you? (5.7k, bf!hee, reader cheats with hoon) 1/1

» are you mine? (2.5k, ex bf!hee, cheating with hoon) 2/2

» nudes i can't send ★ (6.4k, ex bf!hoon)

» blessed cursed (6.6k, demons, threesome with hee)

» say my name ★ (6.9k, neighbour!hoon, enemies to lovers)

» young, dumb, and full of (8k, pornstars, hyungline!fivesome)

» meddle about ★ (9k, fwb!hoon, threesome with hee) 1/2

» meddle about (with me) ★ (11.9k, fwb!hoon, ex bf!hee) 2/2

» first date etiquette ★ (9.3k, neighbor!hoon)

» forbidden attraction (9.3k, ravenclaw!hoon)

» cross the line (10k, a/b/o, threesome with hee)

» cherry pits (12.9k, dilf!hoon)

» get you better (13.6k, bf!jake, reader cheats with hoon)

» release me, embrace me ★ (15k, a/b/o, bff’s brother!hoon)

» pink whitney ★ (19k, brother's friend!hoon)

» one of the damned girls (20.4k, vampire!hoon)

» i’ll love you forever ★ (21.8k, bff!hoon, fake dating)

» gods and monsters ★ (23k, stepcest, love triangle) 1/3

» heaven and back ★ (24k, stepcest, love triangle) 2.1/3

» serial sweetheart ★ (23.6k, bf!hoon, reader cheats with jake)

» the boy next door trope ★ (26.5k, figure skater!hoon)

» deep end (36.6k, summer fling)

📓 hard thoughts, drabbles, etc.

» 24/7 thinking about you

» dirty girl (phone sex)

» jealous sex

» riding sunghoon's nose

» riding sunghoon's abs

» tired!sunghoon

» sweet bf!sunghoon

» ceo!sunghoon

» husband!sunghoon ★

» exboyfriend!sunghoon

» pussy drunk!sunghoon

» ravenclaw!sunghoon

» ovulating!reader ★

» cheating!reader

» high sex drive!reader

» favorite places to lick

— 📔 hyung line

» shared girlfriend (1.6k, gangbang, bf!hee)

» first time blowjob

» favorite positions

» member guessing by having sex

» cam boys

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❕ part 2 will be out soon.

[bvidzsoo]

Underwater

The first star of Cosmically divine...

☆ Author: bvidzsoo

☆ Pairing: Choi San x female reader

☆ Warning: nudity, smut, blood, mentions of war and threats to kill someone

☆ Word count: 6.9k

☆ Rating: nsfw

☆ Genre: Greek mythology, San is Ares, forbidden love

☆ Summary: You knew that your love would never be fulfilled as the man you loved belonged to another woman. But can you help your poor Naiad heart when San, the God of war himself, seeks you out again and again when he is most vulnerable?

☆ A/N: Hi, lovelies!^^ I totally didn't write this piece in one sitting, naaah, yes I did. I hope it's good and enjoyable as I have my doubts with it I was so hyped up but anyways. I appreciate all your feedback, it is very welcomed, so let me know what you thought of it! If you'd like to join the taglist of the series let me know! I'll point out a few things before you start reading the story:

★ This is inspired by Greek mythology, but I took creative liberty and adapted it to my likes, so keep that in mind while reading, thank you! ★ Ares is the God of war ★ Artemis is the Goddess of hunt ★ A Naiad Nymph is a female spirit that preside in fresh water ★ Aphrodite is the Goddess of love ★ Hermes is the messenger of Gods ★ Iris is the goddess of rainbow but was also considered messenger of Gods ★ Atë is the goddess of mischief ★ Dion is a village and municipal unit in the municipality of Dion-Olympos in the Pieria regional unit, Greece; it's known for its sanctuary of Zeus and its ancient city (it's so beautiful over there guys, if you get the chance, you should definitely visit the village, and Mount Olympus too!!) ocean divider; greek divider

☆ Taglist: @patchofblue @sthwaaberry @constipatedcorgi @holytidalwavechees3cake @cheolliehugs

@slowitdownmakeitb0uncy @hoeforsungie

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            On the outskirts of the ancient city called Dion, just by the foot of Mount Olympus an enchanted forest vivid with Nymphs of all kinds encompassed the land, offering a much-needed sanctuary and protection to those who were in need of tranquility and a piece of quiet, away from all mortals, and even Gods that had their watchful eyes on everyone and everything at all times. The small Lake of Naia, springing from the top of Mount Olympus, rushing down rapidly the rocky side of the mountain only until it became merely a gentle stream was the place I referred to as my home. It wasn’t just my home, it was the home of many Naiad nymphs that have been birthed and then raised on the shores of Lake Naia by their elderly sisters, naiads that have been here for centuries, having witnessed atrocities, but so many beautiful life-changing events as well. We were fond of this place, and we protect it ardently. No foul soul was allowed in the vicinity of our sacred Lake, Artemis herself having blessed our sanctuary.

Men who were desperate for enlightenment, or were feeling lonely, would often find solace in our presence, grateful for an eternity to us, making promises, which, due to their fragile lives would never be completely fulfilled. But that was alright, my sisters and I never expected too much from them as long as they honored and cherished our land, our Lake, our home. After all, mere mortals wouldn’t be able to offer us what the Olympian Gods could. Warm bodies and warm souls that we could often lay upon our hardships, our fears, and our future ambitions. I have never stepped too far away from my home, walking barely a few feet away from the Lake would make me feel restless and unnerved, unsafe and exposed to the not so kind men that liked to haunt and torment us when the Gods weren’t on the look out for their dear naiads.

Besides Artemis, not many came often to Lake Naia, its location too close to Olympus and yet too far from Dion for the Gods that were rather lazy, like Apollo. Zeus always had his eyes on his children and kin, however, if they travelled far away enough from Olympus, he’d certainly turn a blind eye to whatever shenanigans they deemed fit on their travels on Earth, disguised as something they were not. Even Artemis liked to change her features when she came down to bless our Lake and show gratefulness for guiding and protecting the maidens through their hardships, however, there was one God that never bothered to hide his true self. All bloody and gory and authentic, brute yet hands gentle as if they were afraid to bruise those innocent, eyes sharp and menacing upon first glance, yet warm and intense on a second glance. The mortals liked calling him Ares, but I preferred his birth name, the one Zeus had given him, San.

San had always been a gruff and intimidating man, as the God of war, he was strong and vigilant, quick on his feet and cutting with his words. Very few naiads had the courage to approach him, scared he’d hurt them if they displeased him in any way, and so, the task of looking out for him whenever he visited Lake Naia fell on my hands. And despite the stories that I have heard about the fearless man, I couldn’t bring myself to find him terrifying or mal-intentioned, not when his lips quivered when he whispered the names of those fallen in battle, not when tears would escape his beautiful eyes before he’d submerge in the crystal-clear water of Lake Naia, desperate to rid himself of all the blood, suffering, and screams of those that have perished underneath the sharp blade of his sword. San was a man with a delicate and soft soul, yearning for a connection that was simple, a connection in which he didn’t have to explain himself nor feel guilty, a connection where one simply listened to his burdens and coaxed him further inside the warm and tranquil waters of Lake Naia.

Being immortals, it’s been too long and I wouldn’t be exactly able to pinpoint the time and date of when San decided that he’d choose Lake Naia as his piece of heaven and peace after a long and exhausting battle, but ever since then, his visits became more and more frequent. Perhaps it was due to the rising tension between the settlements as the mortals were never quite thankful with what they’ve got, so, they challenged each other to a war that only lead to disaster and suffering, dividing families and scarring individuals for a lifetime. And despite the real reason as to why San was here should have saddened me, as a protector of maidens that have fallen victim in these wars, I only found my heart gleeful and quickly beating the more often he showed up. There was something majestic, captivating and divine about San, and my poor Naiad heart stood no chance against a man whose walls crumbled the second his armor was off his body.

            Times were dire, nature had a way of silently absorbing everything the mortals felt. And as part of nature myself, I found myself quite volatile lately. Even the quietest snap of a twig sent us back deeper inside the lake, ready to submerge and watch from underneath whatever fool decided to approach our sacred place. My sisters grew restless and they refused to step out of Lake Naia, whispers of the forest surrounding us carrying word that a war not too far from our home was brewing as the military forces of two settlements failed to see eye to eye. Artemis visited more often than before, blessing our humble abode and promising a new location that would be even safer if the events would turn grimmer, but my sisters and I refused to flee. This is our one and only home, the only place that we’ve known since eternity, since the cosmos has birthed us, and if it came to it, we’d rather perish with this place than abandon it and leave those who love it as much as us behind. Artemis did not like our refusal, but her word couldn’t go against our eldest sister’s, and once we’ve put our hearts to something, we rarely changed our minds.

Due to the sun hiding behind the clouds, the Lake failed to stay as warm as usual, but our songs kept it idle for a quick dip. My sisters have disappeared somewhere deep-down underneath, their absence coating the surroundings in a serene silence, perhaps a little bit even eerie. I knew what this meant as I lurked just above the surface, eyes set on the steadily approaching figure. Its outline was harsh and looked to be almost vibrating as his heavy footsteps echoed in the silent forest, the animals just as reluctant as my sisters to be in the vicinity of the God. Pushing my head above water, I took a deep breath and slowly swum towards the shore, the soft water clinging to my skin like a second skin. The sword that was gripped in the God’s hand glinted in the light, despite the sun being hidden, and it left a red path in its wake as he came closer to the Lake. Something salty and nauseating hit my nose as my feet touched the fine soil of the Lake, the water up to my neck as the sword slipped from the God’s hand, clanking loudly against the grey stones that littered the path that led towards Lake Naia. Heath flooded my body, and it wasn’t from the Lake as I walked further out, water below my chest, it was from the God’s body heath as red veins swirled underneath his pristine and tan skin as his arms were left exposed. The miniscule cut on his right bicep was the first thing that caught my eyes as the water of the Lake finally reached my ankles, white dress heavily clinging to my body and failing to hide anything as my black hair looked almost molded to my back as it wetly stuck to it. A soft exhale and the deep furrow of his dark eyebrows was the first sign that my God felt exhausted as we came to stand face to face, his body tense and vibrating with the remnants of adrenaline, meanwhile mine felt lax and tingly as I bowed my head, curtsying.

“San, my possessor.” I didn’t need to speak loudly, there were no sounds around us, just San’s breaths coming out in short puffs, chest rising and falling rapidly underneath his black steel armor. The stench of death would make anyone run away, but as I raised my head up and laid my eyes upon my possessor’s face again, I could only feel pity seeing the regret and exhaustion whirling together in his sharp eyes, clouding his mind and I could almost hear his thoughts.

“Y/N, my nymph.” And the God’s voice that roars and shatters in a battle was now shaky and soft, warm to the point that it made my heart beat faster, “I have missed you dearly.”

I didn’t dare smile as I extended my right hand, eyes stuck to the swipe of dark blood underneath his right eye, trailing down to leave the impression of a bloody tear. I swiped at it with my thumb, and San’s eyes closed as he gulped, sighing loudly.

“Let me take away your burdens.” I whispered as I stepped closer, the heath almost devouring me as the red veins seemed even more alight underneath his tan and soft skin, heart beating out of the God’s chest as his eyes slowly opened, black eyelashes fluttering as they settled on my face.

“Please.” A God never pleaded, never fell to their knees in front of anyone. A God was strong and fearless, ready to devour anyone who dared disobey their command. I offered San a small smile as I leaned forward, lips parting just slightly before they made contact with the cut on San’s bicep, a whimper leaving the man’s lips upon the contact. And his eyes were glazed over as I pulled back, the taste of salt tangible on my tongue as I caressed his now healed bicep. San knew what to do, and with a deep breath he fell to his knees, hanging his head low as my hands caressed his cheeks before his jaw, settling around his neck. His skin was hot, flaming almost, gushing with life underneath all that heavy muscle and flesh, desperate for a gentle and understanding touch. I allowed my hands to travel lower, onto his shoulders, nimble fingers unclasping the harsh steel from around his defined shoulders. A pause, another sigh, and San stood tall once again, a calloused hand settling on my hip as he oh so gently pulled my body closer, my fingers itching the more blood they touched, which was now rusted onto his armor, the same armor that Hephaestus had designed for him upon the request of Zeus so that it would make San, his bellowed son, invincible. San’s sharp, but softening, eyes remained on my face as my hands first went around his middle, leaning my fragile body against his. It was sturdy, unmovable like a mountain, but it was also warm and gentle, a quiet promise that it would keep you safe from any evil. San’s fingers twitched before they dug into my hip, his armor sharp and cold against my own body, but I welcomed its closeness as San seemed to melt into the embrace, his tense muscles finally easing up at last. He could finally be vulnerable, bloody or not, in my eyes he was perfect and benevolent.

“Your battle must have been strenuous.” I spoke up, breaking the comfortable silence, as I gently peeled myself back from the embrace, fingers latching onto the clasps at the God’s middle, undoing them and letting the bloody armor fall to the ground, looking like it’s been broken in two. But it wasn’t, it was unbreakable just like its possessor.

“I have not had the opportunity to close my eyes for six days as of today.” His deep voice lost all the malice it usually carried, and my eyes remained focused on the dents and marks the armor has left on the poor God’s sun-kissed skin. My warm fingertips gently traced against them, the muscles flexing underneath them as the God hummed in content, both hands holding firmly onto my hips. I smiled as he leaned forward and gently rested his chin on top of my head, allowing me to trace the scars left by his ruthless armor, knowing that they’d disappear if I touched them. I closed my eyes as my fingertips reached them hem of his trousers, which weren’t made of steel but were magically enhanced so that there wouldn’t be a repeat of Achilles, and I leaned just a little bit forward to press kisses tracing his collarbones. The sighs the God let out were of pleasure and he hummed in appreciation as I untangled the knots of his trouser and gently pushed them down his hips, caressing his loins firmly as San groaned, nails digging through the thin fabric of my white translucent dress.

“Then we shall get inside the Lake.” I proposed and San hummed in agreement, grip not faltering as I stepped back to steer us inside the water. When our eyes found each other again, his were ablaze with want and need, but he knew he had to wait until we got inside the water. And so, he reluctantly released me and eagerly took my extended hand as I interlaced our fingers, a small and charming smile appearing on his face for the first time today. I chuckled and lead us back to the water, walking backwards as the smile only seemed to stretch on San’s lips, red veins ablaze and whole being glimmering in the light of the small clearing the Lake resided in, the clouds slowly uncovering the blazing sun as the weather reached my thighs, San’s body convulsing as it was overheated from the battle and the Lake would cool it down. I walked further inside, my body welcoming the familiar feel of the soft water brushing against myself, like a cocoon forming a protecting layer over it, my own armor.

San’s body shook when it was finally submerged, underwater, and I released his hand as I giggled and took a deep breath, to tease him, and dipped my head underwater. I opened my eyes and grinned as his legs kicked out to stay above water, never having been keen of having his head under the clear water of the Lake. His naked body looked almost translucent underwater and I swum around it, playfully nipping at the skin of his back, thighs, abdomen, calves, and chest, my teasing cut short when a strong hand seized me around the neck and yanked me above water, dark brown eyes coated with lust and cheeks flushed as our bodies pressed together, legs wrapping around his middle subconsciously.

“Rest now, my San.” I whispered, eyes fluttering shut as his hot breath fanned my face, heart thundering underneath the hand pressed against his chest.

“I’ll bring you a star on our next rendezvous.” His words were rushed, almost desperate before hot lips pressed against mine, devouring them with fervor, with desperation and a neediness that I fear will never be satiated.

            The forest was loud for once, animals buzzing around, a deer timidly coming down to our Lake to hydrate itself, and Yeri, our youngest naiad, lay giggling on the shore as she teased the deer by leading it around in circles with a string of water, until our eldest sister chastised her for tormenting the innocent creature. As our youngest sibling, she was rather mischievous and loved to play around whether it was with animals or humans. Younger men especially loved her, but she only enjoyed their company as long as they remained on land and her in water. She was the least trusting of anyone other than her naiad friends, thus why she had refused even Artemis’ offer of finding her a lover that would dearly cherish her.

I was laid back on a larger rock by the Lake, resting back on my elbows, my white dress almost completely dry as I swirled my toes around in the water, humming in contentment as my sisters voices meddled with mine as they were gathered towards the middle of the Lake, playing a tagging game. I smiled as I listened to their giggles and cheers, which were mixing with the beautiful songs the birds were singing, echoing our voices almost perfectly. The strong, divine, presence first gained our attention as everyone perked up, sensing it come closer as my body grew jittery. I curiously stood up, not expecting a visit from Artemis so soon, or another deity for the matter. But when my eyes fell on the approaching form in the distance, I instantly knew who it was. My eyebrows furrowed and my heart jumped in joy, but I couldn’t help feel concerned at the same time. San never visited unless he went to war, to a battle, and he had told me truce was laid upon the two settlements after they lost many men. He had no reason to visit, yet he was here. And my sisters shared my unease as they all grew warry, stopping their game as the eldest one called Yeri over, deeper into the water. I scrambled onto my feet and offered them a calm smile, not wanting them to panic and do something rash when it came to San. Understanding my request, they swum further away from the shore, only their eyes and the top of their heads visible as my feet touched the soft grass, San’s face now visible as he came closer.

Expecting complications and even a summoning to Olympus, instead, a bright smile decorated his lips, eyes crinkled and a skip to his confident steps as he hurried down the path having spotted me. Feeling confused but glad to see him nonetheless, I returned his smile and gasped when I was swept off my feet, his arms firm around my waist and twirling me around. I clung to his neck, lips brushing against his ear as I giggled, a similar sound leaving San’s lips. My heart skipped a few beats before it started beating faster altogether, every vertebrate in my being jittery as I realized this was the first time I have seen San so happy and relaxed, his sword nowhere in sight, and his armor polished and clean, glinting and carrying the scent of pine and musk instead of the salty stench of blood.

When he was done twirling me around, he placed me down on my feet, but kept his arms around my waist and leaned down hastily, warm and red lips pushing against mine. My eyes fluttered closed and I allowed myself to melt into him, cupping his cheek as our lips moved together softly, making it feel like it was the first time I was kissed by him. I felt my head whirl around and fingertips grow warm as San smiled into the kiss, apparently refusing to pull back just yet as he kept pressing little pecks against my plush lips. There was something about his demeanor that brought tears to my eyes, a side of San that I was seeing for the first time despite us knowing each other for an eternity now. I had dreamed of what a happy and free San looked like, a San that wasn’t tormented by a battle where he had to slay mortals and swallow their screams, feed off of the pure madness, hatred, and rage. I have prayed to Artemis to see a San that was so happy his whole body glowed from it, and now that I had him in my arms, laughing and kissing me, I couldn’t contain my own emotions.

“Why are you crying, my little nymph?” His voice carried worry as he caressed my cheek and swiftly wiped a stray teardrop from underneath my eye, eyebrows furrowing, “Have I made you sad? Perhaps even mad by showing up so unexpectedly?”

“No!” My voice raised without me meaning to do so, and my arms tightened around him as I pushed up on my tiptoes, ours noses grazing together as I stared inside his dark and soft brown eyes, “No, my San, I am beyond delighted to see you in such light. I have only dared to dream of seeing you one day happy and carefree.”

“My little nymph,” San whispered, expression faltering for a second as pain clouded his eyes, but it was quickly gone as I traced his high cheekbone with my forefinger, eyes taking in his beautiful features only a God was gifted with, “I had not known you harbored such wishes; I should have known seeing me always all roughed up after a battle brings you pain.”

“No, San,” I shook my head, a small smile appearing on my lips, “It brings me peace of mind and solace that I am the one you seek out after such feat, that I am the one you come to, to chase away your pain and fears after a battle.”

“Sometimes I see the stars in your eyes, Y/N.” San’s voice was merely a whisper as his hand gently brushed a strand of hair off my face and behind my ear, “When you look at me so deeply like right now, they sparkle with life and I see the cosmos in them. You are majestic underwater, but it will never come close to how you look when your eyes land on me.”

I gulped, feeling speechless as my cheeks grew hotter and darker in color, fingers tangling into the small hair on San’s nape. It was the first time his black hair wasn’t pushed back to make his eyes look even more piercing, but was rather soft looking and fluffy, hanging into his eyes as a dimple formed in his cheek as a wide grin made it onto his face again, “If my heart stops beating one day, I wish you to be the last thing I see before I must go.”

San shook his head, eyebrows furrowing again as he held onto my face, leaning so close his lips brushed against mine when he spoke, “You shall never leave me first, I promise you’ll be here until my last worshipper perishes, and even then I do not wish to take you with myself into the Underworld.”

“We won’t go to the Underworld, San.” He gulped as our gazes bore into each other and then he nodded, wordlessly and looking a little defeated, releasing my face as he cleared his throat. Sensing that he had something important to say, I released him and stepped back a little bit, watching him curiously as he reached inside his armor, pursing his lips as if he couldn’t find what he was looking for. I took my time to pay close attention to him, to take in his all like this, so that I could replay it when I missed him most. The way the sunlight fell on him made his caramel skin glow even more, face relaxed and a smile almost always present on his red lips, eyebrows unfrowned for once and expression serene as his muscles remained lax, not even a bit tense. When he finally found what he was looking for, he made a sound of triumph and I smiled a little wider, looking at him with big eyes as he pulled a collar out of his armor. I couldn’t determine what it was for, or whether it was a necklace or a collar, but when he opened his palm and raised it up for me to see better, I gasped in shock. There, worked into the steel that looked a lot like the one his armor had, was a little glowing star shining almost blindingly up at me.

“I promised to bring you a star,” San said quietly and then turned me around gently, pulling my black hair from around my shoulders to one side only, “I wish you keep something of mine on yourself, for protection.”

My lips pulled into a small grin as the cold steel touched the base of my neck, “You wish for everyone to know who I belong to upon one glance, don’t you, my greedy little possessor?”

San chuckled behind me as I felt him secure the clasp, his voice just a little bit deeper when he spoke up again, “You know me too well, my little nymph.”

His lips brushed against my ear and I turned my head to look up in his eyes, heart beating out of my chest, “Thank you, San, like the star around my neck, I’ll continue gazing at you as if you were my own personal star.”

A beat of silence passed between us before I felt San’s body press up against mine from behind, hand coming up to cradle my jaw and hold it firm as he leaned down into a searing kiss as reward for my words, as reward for allowing him to claim me in front of all Gods and Goddesses.

            Not long after San’s visit, another deity seemed to be keen of visiting our humble Lake Naia. Albeit, this Goddess has never been too fond of our existence right at the feet of Mountain Olympus as she had claimed we’ve been charming her men away from her. She could have anyone, she had everyone, us mere Naiads could never live up to her beauty and charms, but she failed to see and understand that. My sisters and I had been gathered around the rocks, just by the shore, giggling about the latest gossip we have heard through Hermes’s secret lover, having been accomplice to the kidnapping that he had planned for Iris. We have sworn secrecy to her and Hermes, and swore to keep her safe and hidden from Zeus as long as she sometimes indulged to our gossipy nature and came down to the Lake for a bath where she’d share all her stories as she lived in the closest settlement, Dion. An outcast Goddess had been wreaking havoc lately there and Iris was trying to find ways to warn men without the other deity catching on, but Hermes is too scared Atë would tell Zeus of his once prized seer’s whereabouts and thus had forbidden Iris from meddling with the other Goddesses shenanigans.

The birds songs grew louder and the foxes ran out of the bushes as a light breeze entered the clearing the Lake resided in, and the strong scent of roses and pomegranate invaded our senses as my sisters and I became alert to the presence of a deity other than the two we would welcome here so often. The lower half of my dress was soaked as I had dangled it in the water prior, and due to Yeri, my long black hair was now tangled into intricate twists with flowers secured in it. The cold steel necklace sat snuggly against my neck, the star softly buzzing at all times and sometimes humming along to my songs. The giggles and laughter died down as the approaching presence took its time apparently, taking in everything our humble abode had to offer her. My eyes stayed on her, closely watching her every move, and I felt the strength leave my legs upon realizing who it was. I felt my cheeks heat up all of a sudden, the steel necklace too heavy around my neck as my lungs seized up, almost suffocating me. Yeri, always quick to catch the change in someone’s mood, intertwined her fingers with mine and squeezed them gently, offering comfort in the subtlest of ways.

“Ah, Lake Naia,” The Goddess’ voice was melodic and soft, yet it carried over the space between her and us, “I have heard so many stories about this place, but never truly had the itch to come and see it for myself. You have bewitched quite a few men, my little nymphs, both mortal and immortal, do you know?”

Her piercing eyes fell on me as she finally reaches us by the rocks, making me gulp as I averted my eyes, looking at our eldest naiad as she stood gracefully, a pleasant smile on her lips as she approached the Goddess.

“Aphrodite, my Goddess, what brings you to our humble home?” The naiad curtsied and Aphrodite chuckled, looking around. A dove flew overhead and I felt goosebumps erupt on my skin underneath the white dress as the star became a little bit too hot against my skin.

“I have come to bathe in the Lake that chases away all your fears and terrors.” The Goddess said, suddenly unlacing the top of her yellow tunic, leaving her bare to our eyes, “At least that is what everyone claims this place accomplishes.”

“My Goddess, we would love to have you bathe in our lake.” The eldest naiad smiled, stepping aside to let the Goddess walk towards the lake, “We’ll take away all your worries, just as you wish.”

“I want her to bathe me.” A perfect milky finger was pointed towards me and my lungs seized up again, a lump suddenly forming in my throat as I opened my mouth to speak up, but my vocal chords felt like they were being crushed. Yeri grew tense next to me, her grip on me tightening as she stood in front of me protectively, glaring at the Goddess. She was fearless, she looked the lions in the eyes and challenged them without any fear for the repercussions.

“Aphrodite, my Goddess, I am afraid she will not be able to bathe you.” The eldest naiad tried to save the situation, the air growing tense as my vocal chords started to burn and I gasped, grasping at my neck helplessly.  

“She has been claimed by Ares!” It was Yeri’s shrill voice that tore through the clearing, making our sisters gasp around us as finally the pressure from my vocal cords was gone and my lungs also eased up, forcing me to intake large gulps of air, “She cannot touch any other deity than San himself, my Goddess, but you knew that already, did you not?”

“A Naiad with a sharp tongue, how refreshing.” Aphrodite chuckled as I yanked on Yeri’s hand and gave her a harsh stare for being inconsiderate and rude to a Goddess that could turn her into foam within a blink of an eye.

“I apologize, my Goddess, for her rudeness, she is still young and has to learn much.” I bowed my head deeply as I went to stand next to our eldest naiad sister, “I promise to teach her some manners myself, do not punish her just yet, I beg of you—”

“Like you have begged my husband to bed you?” A malicious smile grazed her lips, “Well…bed you, figuratively speaking as you seem to lack of beds in this place, pity, he fucks hardest when he has a headboard to hold onto.”

My jaw clenched as her comment felt like a punch to my ego, tears threatening to prick my eyes as Yeri came to stand next to me, standing just slightly more forward, but when she opened her mouth to speak up, the Goddess beat her to it, “You thought you could fuck my husband and I wouldn’t know? I know everything that happens inside and outside of Olympus, you little minx.”

“Then why does it bother you just now?” I gulped down the fear that bubbled through my system, and looked the Goddess in the eyes as I continued with my question, “Why just now when you’ve known all along what your husband was up to?”

For a second, Aphrodite seemed to freeze, but then slowly, her eyes fell onto the necklace that sat securely around my neck. He’d claimed me, San he had claimed me, meanwhile Aphrodite never quite loved any of his secret lovers to the point that she’d claim them. It hurt her, because it showed San was devoted to me, that he had given me a piece of himself, that he promised of a little particle of his heart that didn’t belong to Aphrodite anymore. Her ego was bruised and she couldn’t deal with the thought of a nymph stealing something that was once hers. She didn’t need to answer the question, her silence spoke volumes like her answer could never.

“Stray clear of my path if you do not wish to turn into foam, little nymph, or perhaps pray to Artemis to keep you safe from Zeus.” My sisters gasped as my lips quivered, dread filling my body at the thought of getting touched by Zeus. Even if a God claims you, Zeus can still do whatever he wants to you. His word and power were grater than any other Gods. I did not wish to come across Zeus, ever, terrified that he’d break me.

And just as quickly as Aphrodite had appeared, the foxes ran through the bushes one more time, a white dove flying over Lake Naia, and then she was gone, her sweet scent carried away by the wind that seemed to bring rain clouds with itself.

            The days and nights passed by sluggishly, almost as if to taunt me, fear rooting deeply into my bones as I preferred to stay underwater most these days, not keen of coming across any deity. Artemis managed to coax me outside and blessed me, promised protection once again, having heard of Aphrodite’s visit, whispering that San has been at war for a month now. Nobody knew anything about him as he just disappeared one night, but they knew he was alive, he’d send scrolls to his father, Zeus, and updated him about the advancement of the war. When the evenings started feeling lonely, despite the presence of my sisters, I felt my little star humming just a little louder for me to hear and burning warmer, warming my chest from the inside out. I found it my only solace as I yearned for my God, but was scared of what would happen if I allowed him close again.

The stars had been long up on the night sky, high up and shining down brightly, almost as if calling out to its kin that now shimmered in the dark around my neck. I continued to gaze up at them, floating on the dark surface of the Lake, crickets creating a serene cacophony as my sisters’ hums have long subsided as they have gone to sleep. I have found myself grow more restless than usual tonight, the stars calling out and coaxing me to stay awake as if to look over our home, protect it from unwelcomed guests. And when the clearing grew eerily quiet and the stench of death invaded my senses, I gasped and submerged, watching as a dark figure approached the water with almost sluggish moves. My body yearned to feel his warm touch and my heart started racing in my chest, but I did not move. I watched, not too far from the shore, as he came to an abrupt stop just before the water could reach his feet, and he gently placed his sword onto the ground.

“My little nymph.” His voice was quiet, tired, and rough sounding. Tears pricked at my eyes but I forced myself to go just a little bit deeper underneath, the star around my neck pulsing ferociously. My body felt on fire from it, but I refused to act upon my desperate wishes, “Y/N, my little star, where are you?”

My lips quivered and I turned, clutching the star desperately as it started calling out faintly, whether for its kin or for the God that had gifted it to me, I couldn’t tell. The swift clinking of steel and its clasp being undone echoed loudly in the silent clearing and the water was suddenly disturbed as I whirled around, eyes growing wide as I watched my God rush inside the water. It colored the water red around himself, more so than usually, and my heart clenched upon noticing the countless bruises decorating his legs and the gash close to his groin. Who dared wound up my San like that?

I felt helpless as my body acted before I could consider my next actions, and I quickly swum closer, lips touching the large gash underwater, eager to heal his perfectly sculpted body. San’s gasp was loud above water, and before I could swim away, large and calloused hands gripped at my shoulders and yanked me above, making me gasp out loudly as water dripped from my hair onto my face. San’s eyes were wide and streaks of tears made his cheeks shine under the starlight, and I gulped, eyebrows furrowed as I helplessly traced his forehead, wiping the excess blood from there and from his temples.

“My little nymph, why would you hide from me?” San sounded breathless as his eyes desperately searched my face, grip growing stronger as it slipped to my arms, “Do you not love me anymore?”

My eyebrows furrowed and my heart squeezed as I pushed at his hard chest, fury licking at my insides all of a sudden, “How dare you doubt my love for you, San?!”

“You refused to show yourself to me,” His voice grew hard, but his dark eyes remained soft, “You weren’t waiting by the Lake for me, you didn’t undress me, you refused to bathe me. You must not love me anymore—”

“I allowed you to claim me!” I hissed, gripping his jaw tightly, his eyes finally hardening as I got closer to him, “I allowed you to claim me with something of yours, and you doubt my love for you after you disappeared without notice?!”

“I must hear your reasoning before I forgive you.” My eyebrows furrowed and I bit my lower lip, Aphrodite’s words echoing in my head. I’d be turned into foam, and then, all the love I harbor for my God will be lost, felt in vain, unfulfilled.

“She will turn me into foam, you have angered her, my possessor.” My voice was merely a whisper, but loud enough in the silent clearing, in the serene Lake. I didn’t have to name her; San knew who I was referring to.

“Once a God claims something as theirs, nobody is allowed to touch it, not even a Goddess out of spite, my little nymph,” San’s tone was strong and confident, carried no room for an argument, “And I, Y/N, I love you with my whole soul and promise to protect you until my last worshipper dies and I perish with them.”

“Then you shall never perish,” I cupped his cheeks, my legs securing around his hips as San’s hand slipped to my back, holding me flushed against himself, “Because I am immortal like yourself, I shall never die and you shall never perish with me.”

A strong emotion that could be only described as adoration crossed San’s features before his eyes closed and his lips pressed against mine, making me cling onto him as our lips moved in a dance that made my heart thunder in my chest, rhythm syncing up with his heartbeat, beating together and for one another. The stars shined perhaps brighter that night as San carried us out onto the rocks, laying me down gently and reassuring me that I would be alright, that as long as he was by my side nothing and no one would hurt me. And his lips sealed the promise as his warm body covered mine, sinking slowly inside me, our souls uniting as my back arched and the star around my neck hummed louder than ever before. San’s each and every single kiss carried a whispered promise as it traveled from my jaw to my neck, nibbling at my collarbones as his thrusts stayed sharp and deep, my fingernails digging deeply into his shoulders, marking him up for everyone to see, for Aphrodite to find tomorrow and rage in her pretty bedroom as she isn’t able to do anything about it.

San’s name left my lips almost in a mantra, almost as if I was praying to a God that answered all my prayers and fulfilled all of my wishes, head thrown back and tears trailing down by cheeks as I saw the stars behind my eyes. San feared no God and he had no fear of breaking me as his thrusts became ruthless, pelvis slamming against mine, making me cry out his name repeatedly, finding anchor in his black messy hair and on the rock I was laid onto, the sounds he made growing louder within seconds as he grew closer to his own release. His hands found purchase on my hips as he threw his head back, losing himself in the feeling of pure bliss and euphoria, glazing up at the stars that never shined brighter than my own eyes.

And with my name undyingly on his lips, I knew if I were cursed to become a star one day, I would do so gladly knowing that he saw stars in my eyes, loved me enough to bring down one for me, cherished me enough to promise a death where we’d flicker away at once.

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[lovings4turn]

ᯓ★ 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 (𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐒)

— you know that you’re not the only girl in lando’s life; far from it, actually. but for now, you’ll take what he’ll give you, and act like none of it matters.

+ not quite cheating , lando just messes around a lot . little bit of angst and pining , but reader is over it at this point . sexual content - read at your own discretion please .

+ based on ‘nothing matters’ by the last dinner party

shallow, steady breathing comes from the man beside you, his bare torso beginning to bruise like a forbidden fruit courtesy of the sloppy, brutal kisses you had blessed him with. lando has only just fallen asleep, an arm thrown lazily over your exposed midsection.

a death sentence would be easier to swallow, you imagine. at least that’s definite, concretely defined. nothing like your relationship with lando, which blurs far too many boundaries and yet is crystal clear.

he’s not yours, no. never has been and likely never will be. he’s a good time, a night of bliss that will have your cheeks burning every time you reminisce on it.

you’re not thinking straight, mind clouded by something resembling lust, or maybe lunacy. both are long intertwined in your mind by this point.

absentmindedly, you dig your fingers into lando's arm, not through a desire to hurt him, but to find something lurking beneath the surface of his skin. something more than just the physical, deeper than his teasing grazes and searing kisses. something that resembles brunch dates and matching jewellery over quick fucks and frantic make out sessions.

because the thrill is there.

you’re aware of the excitement, the flips in your stomach whenever you’re around lando, and you know he feels it too, the words having left his own lips between downright sinful spews of praise. potential flickers between you both like the first embers of a fire, needing only the smallest of ignitions to burn bright and dangerous.

but then, morning comes, and lando leaves for a new country, mind set on race tracks and his mclaren whilst you pine for the warmth of his body in your bed. 

and then, of course, comes the rumours. lando leaving a club with this girl, caught dancing with another, apparently on a romantic breakfast date with a third. 

you can’t even be pissed.

as far as you’re both concerned, lando is a free agent. there’s no ties to you, no bright red ribbon of romance entangling you together in a neat little package, impossible to separate. 

both of you know that lando doesn’t belong to you, nor you to him. hell, if you wanted, you could go out and do the same. it wouldn’t be hard to pick up a guy, fool around for the night and exchange brief pleasantries as he leaves your apartment the next day. yet, you can never bring yourself to do it.

but it’s fine, as long as lando always makes his way back to you.

when his hands grip your waist hard enough to bruise, chain dangling in your face as his hips snap against your own, cock brushing up against the spongy spot that makes you see stars, you can’t find it in yourself to care that his touch still lingers on another woman like a ghost.

you’ll still accept his kisses, swallowing his moans into your mouth in some desperate attempt to retain even the smallest piece of him as a keepsake; you’ll still fuck him like absolutely nothing matters.

what would be your other option? if you broke off whatever this thing was, lando would still be going out and messing around with girls. his behaviour wouldn’t change in the slightest, and you’d be at a loss. in sticking around, at least you’re fortunate enough to get a good fucking every now and again. 

your friends can't understand it, how willing you are to put your heart into the palm of his hand and pray he doesn't crush it. countless efforts to talk some sense into you have gone straight over your head, the words not even registering in your mind as the image of lando plants roots in your brain.

his strangled moans, his gasps of 'so fuckin' good, all for me', and the way he spreads your legs as he draws orgasm after orgasm from your spent body, none of it matters, at the end of the day. 

these aren’t sights reserved only for your eyes; you're unsure just how many others have bore witness to what you wish was your own private show. it’s nihilistic, but you no longer care.

for now, lando can hold you just as he’s held every other woman he’s fooled around with, and in return, you’ll fuck him like nothing else matters.

[dreamauri]

— 𝗠𝗔𝗫 𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗡 ::

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--> ONE SHOTS ‧ ˎˊ-

-> SWEET CHEEKS | fluff ❭ you and max fall in love through your years together in f1 !! -> PAST LIVES | angst ❭ time goes by. days come and go. but your love will always be there !! -> NOT STUBBLE BUT OH WELL | fluff ❭ oops didnt mean to reveal that *cough cough* !! -> OH PRETTY BABY | angst + smut ❭ you never back out of a fight, and neither does max. but the turn of events was surly unexpected !! -> SAY CHEESE | fluff ❭ ★ featuring CHARLES LECLERC ) charles and max fall in love with you !! -> IT'S BEEN A LONG, LONG TIME | fluff + smut ❭ he's always believed you were an angel, he hasn't let go since !! -> DARK RED | angst / yandere + smut ) you belong to max. you are his world. its his turn to be yours !! -> STAR GIRL | smut ❭ ★ featuring CHARLES LECLERC ) max and charles want you at the same time

-> SERIES ‧ ˎˊ-

☆ THE DAY THE MUSIC DIED ( angst to fluff ) When a fiery young racing prodigy's world is shattered in a devastating crash, she finds solace in the arms of her rival, Max Verstappen. Their forbidden love blossoms amidst the chaos of the F1 circuit as they fight for the top pedestal.

☆ MY LOVE MINE ALL MINE ( angst + romance ) say goodbye to your old life, you're Max's new wife now

☆ DEDICATED TO THE ONE I LOVE ( angst to fluff ) When a rising Formula 1 star falls for the captivating daughter of a racing legend, their worlds intertwine amidst the high-speed drama of the track. But a devastating crash and a hidden family rivalry test the limits of their love, forcing them to confront grief and forge their own path, hand-in-hand.

☆ KISS WITH A FIST I - II ( angst ) as spies from opposing countries, you each try to beat each other to success, but sometimes, you're going to need to be frenemies

☆ DANGEROUSLY YOURS ( varies, majority angst ) dialogue from the radio series "Dangerously Yours" scene-afied with max verstappen

☆ WE'LL MEET AGAIN ( angst ) when the love of your life gets hurt and he for some reason still wont leave you, even in death.

☆ LOVER'S ROCK ( romance ) when the lives of an f1 and WEC prodigies collide, they find out they find out that they’re not that different and carve out a place for themselves in each other's hearts. the commentators from Sky Sports call this Lovers Rock

☆ WIRED IN? ( fluff + romance + angst ) in his world of fast paced racing, max verstapen can count on you, stranger. For you offer him a safe harbour, a place where he can be himself, a place where he can just be…normal, a place where max can be max.

[ilys00ga]

𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙙, 𝙄'𝙢 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧

(PROLOGUE) → FIRST CHAPTER

: ̗̀➛ synopsis: you're in the wind, I'm in the water.. somebody's son, somebody's daughter..

OR: Sirens and humans were made to be at war with one another. To sear their deadly bond, not with love, not with wealth, not with rules and restrictions... but with flowing blood and torn flesh. That's what history says. That's what's bound to be.

: ̗̀➛ pair: yoongi x f reader/oc.

: ̗̀➛ tags: mute human!yoongi, half siren half human!reader, reader is obsessed (almost yandere-ish (we'll see as the story progresses)), forbidden love and relationships, middle ages/old times era theme, supernatural, slow burn, strangers to lovers (?), fluff, angst, bloody or dark themes. more tags could be added eventually.

: ̗̀➛ note: hi :) finally decided to post this! first off, I know first-person povs are somewhat "controversial" in the fanfic community, BUT please give this one a read, and I hope you will have a fun ride! second, I know this prologue is longer than it should be (?) but I had a certain idea in mind, so, who cares if it was long af, right? enjoy! I hope u like it.

★ MOODBOARD.

★ MASTERLIST.

PART ONE:

It was in the middle of a bright, warm spring day that I found the moon reading on a boat.

That day, I took the risk and sneaked Aftreen—my well-trusted and loyal maid—up to my favorite spot.

The first whispers of the fresh air brushed against our skins, and I smiled at the lovely memories it brought along with it.

And oh, how I missed those precious, precious old days.

We hid behind a large, isolated sea stack perched somewhere close to the coast line, but still far enough from the danger that a small distance could bring to the two of us.

“This is as far as we can go. Hurry up, Afreen.” I warned and watched as Afreen was comfortable in climbing the huge rock, eager to get a better view of the island awaiting beyond it.

“Woah, Your highness…” She gasped, a smile stretching her mouth. “Is that it, you highness? your village?”

I hummed in response, my mind elsewhere. She was marveling at the sight of the golden sand and the life of the village sitting at the edge of the island, while my eyes were stuck on the sight of him.

He with his arms crossed to his chest and his eyes fixed on what seemed to be a book he had on his lap, floating on a boat behind the huge rock. His hair dark and grown, its tips brushing against his broad shoulders as it danced with the gentle wind.

Calm, graceful, pale. I blinked. He glowed under the basking sunlight. So lost in his book that he didn't pay attention to anything else around himself—much less being in the presence of a siren princess and her siren maid propped on a huge rock not so far away from where he sat.

I always loved watching the moon, and I always envied the lucky stars to be in the presence of such a creation crowning the night sky. I wasn’t aware that the heavens were kind enough to put one wandering the earth for me to find.

“Afreen, get down.” I ordered, my voice hushed and stern.

Her lower lip jutted out in a slight pout, but she wordlessly obeyed and jumped off of her spot at the top of the stack and into the water daintily.

The dive made an audible splash echo through the air around us. I swiftly hid myself behind the rock right as the human's head jerked up, a soft gasp slipped me unconsciously.

Afreen didn't emerge again. I took the chance to peek over the stack and steal another glimpse of the stranger.

He wasn't reading anymore. He moved to handle the sail of his boat instead. The thought of him leaving spread a sour feeling in my chest.

The siren inside of me growled, urging me to swim to that boat myself, but I fought against it. I knew better than that. I wasn't supposed to be out there in the first place.

Yet, I could feel it. And I couldn't blame her on it. He looked so inviting to her. She was eager to see how his skin would look underwater, if I were to yank and take him deep, deep into the ocean with me. How he would feel against my skin if I were to trace his features with my thumb and caress his hair with my palms. How his face would twist if I were to card my fingers into his dark locks and pull them hard, or if I were to hold on his jaw in a tight grip and watch him writhe before me, searching to reach the surface and breathe some air into his weak, human lungs before his soul is put to rest between my arms. How my piercing fangs would feel if I were to—

I felt a persistent tug at my tail. Then, it was Afreen who popped up from underneath the water beside me.

“Your highness, what's taking you so long?” She asked.

I quickly brushed her curiosity off with a shake of my head, then led her deep into the saltwater again.

Every time I met the other moon after that, I'd talk to her about him. About how he looked more entrancing than any human I have ever laid my eyes on. About how he was more delicate and beautiful than she could ever, ever be.

About how I wish I could see him again, even for one, only and last time..

PART TWO:

A dark night sky, a tilted crescent and a pitch black ocean. Darkness cradled the four boats as they glided their way across the ocean, but their lanterns guided them towards their destination.

On each boat were three ruthless and tired sailors. Their journey almost reached its end as they approached Dogon Island.

A small boy that looked to be in his twelfth or thirteenth summer accompanied his father—after much begging pouts and determined promises—on this particular one.

While the adults were lounging on their vessels, the kid was leaning over the gunwale, watching his own reflection in the water with an intense gaze. His eyes soon perched up when he noticed a faint ripple in the image. He turned his head to glance at his father, only to find him sipping on rum, completely unaware. He darted his eyes towards the other two sailors still lounging on the other side of the boat, just as unaware as the previous one, then back to his own reflection again.

Some moments passed like that. The waves calm and steady, the wind gentle and crisp. Until all four boats started rocking from side to side in gentle motions. As if the ocean was soothing them onto the unpreventable.

The father put his rum down, a faint smile adorning his face for a brief moment, before it melted into a neutral frown as he stood up tall.

Everyone was up on their feet. Everyone looked around, alert. All except for the kid, who's hands were still holding onto the gunwale before him.

The rocking halted. A pair of hands gripped the wood right in front of the young boy. Then, it was a dark pair of eyes that locked with his youthful ones.

A soft gasp slipped his mouth at the angelic creature that came face to face with him, her wet skin bathed in the lantern lights.

He waited for her to move, like his father had told him she would, but she didn't. She just ogled back at him, her eyes carrying a baggage his young brain was unable to recognize.

More sirens rose and clung around the four boats. Each more breathtaking than the ones before.

Their lips parted as they hummed their songs to the men above the water, beckoning them closer and closer, right into their embraces.

The father held his son's shoulders and led him to the center of the vessel, his eyes not once leaving the siren at their boat. Then, he slowly approached her, bringing one knee down in front of her in complete devotion.

Without hesitation, her arms stretched out to cup the man's face in her hands. Closer and closer, she leaned her upper body forward, their noses almost nuzzled together. A wicked, yet faint smile appeared on her face when she felt the sailor's arms wrapping around her in response, pulling her towards the male.

Her deadly song was cut off with a loud, piercing shriek that erupted from her throat instead. The sailor pushed his dagger deeper and deeper into her writhing back.

Several shrieks and shouts erupted all over the area within an instant. The boats quivered violently. The small boy screamed and stumbled to the bottom of the vessel, trying desperately to hold onto something and not fall right into the freezing, salty water.

Hungry humans stabbed sharp tools into inhuman flesh. Angry sirens fought back in desperation after their feast attempt had come to be a dooming failure. And as history said and told, hundreds and millions of times all across the stars, siren blood had, once again, covered the wood and flowed into the ocean.

Victorious grins split the sailors’ faces as they pulled the small pieces of beeswax out of their ears. The father raised his rum flask in the air, keeping a firm grip on his son's shoulder as he stood next to him, and bellowed to the open ocean: “To the kingdom!”

The other men seared the victory in loud and proud roars, with blood dripping from their lethal knives as they rose them to the air, and lifeless sirens gathered on each of the four boats.

[wolken-n]

❝𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧s❞

Unspecified gender

𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚆𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚢

★ Fred is an expert at planning surprises for you. Always coming up with creative ways to show his love, whether through gifts or romantic gestures.

★ Fred is known for his mischievous and playful sense of humor, in private, he is an incredibly sweet and affectionate guy. He loves making you laugh and ensuring that you're always happy.

★ Something you both share is a deep love for sweets and pranks, which brings you even closer. You spend hours coming up with jokes and enjoying sweets together.

★ When it comes to holidays, Fred turns every day into something unforgettable. Christmas is a very special time in your relationship, filled with decorations and gifts.

★ Despite the constant antics of the Weasley twins, Fred is a natural protector. He always looks out for your safety and is willing to face any challenge to keep you safe.

★ It doesn't matter what you do together, whether it's exploring the world or just hanging out at the Burrow, Fred makes every moment special and meaningful.

★ The two of you share a unique bond, understanding each other's thoughts perfectly with just a single glance or smile.

★ Your love is a perfect balance between excitement and stability, making your relationship strong and enduring.

𝙶𝚎𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎 𝚆𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚢

★ George is a passionate advocate of freedom and independence in a relationship. Despite his playful side, he always values your independence and encourages you to pursue your passions.

★ George's sense of humor is contagious, and he knows it well. That's why he always tries to make you laugh even in the toughest moments.

★ Playing pranks and tricks never goes out of style for George. He always finds clever ways to surprise you with jokes and affectionate little mischiefs.

★ George is a master at creating memorable moments. Whether it's organizing a romantic date under the stars or simply taking a walk together in the Forbidden Forest, every moment you share is unique.

★ George's loyalty to you is unwavering. He is always ready to defend and protect you, no matter what.

★ You both share a deep emotional connection, allowing you to understand each other without the need for many words. He's always there to support you in any situation.

★ The Burrow is the perfect place for their love to flourish. Together, you create a home filled with love, laughter, and, of course, top-quality pranks.

★ He values honesty and sincerity in your relationship.He always strives to communicate with you, building greater trust each time.

[minty-drop]

Hello! Is it okay if you write Shadow Milk Cookie x Faerie Reader (romantically)? Thank you for reading my request and hope you have a good day! <3

Sure thing! This one was a little rushed but I hope that’s alright?

͙͘͡★ Shadow milk cookie x faerie reader

Tw: very slight angst, forbidden romance, mentions of corruption

Type: general romance head-canons, romantically themes, non established relationship

Delicate wings, but a mighty soul is what a faerie was. A soldier of the land of beast yeast, in there quiet and cozy little kingdom.

Though this kingdom held a secret. Where 5 beast were sealed in the large trunk of the silver tree. Every faerie knew of the tale of the 5 beast, the once saviours of beast yeast. knowledge, volition, happiness, change and solitary, turned to sour dough, vile and sinister cookies who crumbled the weak beneath there power for the entertainment of selfishness.

This should have scarred you away from the silver tree. Struck fear in you. It did for a long time. But when the tree split, allowing the darkness of this world to spew out again, you could only feel curious after the encounter. Your questions never answer by the guardian about the event. Questions that you had he could not answer. Questions that banged in your mind like a brick being dropped onto your dough. The knowledge you craved, the guardian could not give your satisfactory. Each time he failed to give you an answer, the more you pondered everything around you to the smallest of details.

And in desperation, you against all of faeries kinda rules and nature, ventured to the tree, in the time when the sun was not longer out, the sky swallowed with a inky black, stars shining bright and the moon high. The illuminating celestial objects bright hues caste down apon the thick tree tops, leaking down onto the soil of the land.

The path was bright into your sight by the light, which was covered in vines until you made it to a large open space, a king, silver path above you. Spreading your silky clear wings, you guided yourself up onto its cold surface.

The tree was absolutely beautiful up close. The trunks stood strong and perched, roots stretching far beneath the soil. Branches twisting and turning in all distractions, branching into even more complex structures. The glow of it was dim but noticeable, how could anyone not want to stare at its beautiful light.

In hesitation, finding it hard to move from your spot in fear of being caught out at this hour. you hurriedly scudded a-crossed the large platform to its wide base.

Feeling the bark under breath your hand, it was cold, much like you expected. The texture was almost as if it was coated in a film of silver like it’s name. Leaning against it, you began to ponder if this really was a good idea to ask of knowledge from one of the most sinister beings to Rome earth bread. Everyone knows the story, how all the beast had turned into there opposites. In which once in particular help the knowledge of 1000.

It took courage to utter any words, but you managed to muster out a shaking and quiet hello to anything, anyone who could be able to answer your questions…silence was the only thing the responded, accompanied by the quiet chips and clicks of bird in the tree tops.

This was pointless, what a stupid idea. Asking a god like cookie for there knowledge, and this being was one of the beasts. We’re they even still alive? Maybe they perished during there time in the tree. Knowledge now turned to deceit, everyone knew that. But..maybe if you offered something. Something valuable, maybe just maybe they would give you something true.

A sly, cocky voice, just barely able to hear admitted from the dense bark.

“Hello dearyyyy” the y drawn out with sickening laughter.

Jumping out of your skin is what you could call the reaction, bolting away from the tree a good 6 seat in fear. Something really responded. One of them really responded to your feeble attempts at communication.

You leaned against the tree again,trying to listen for a sound, anything. But there was nothing. And as childish as it sounded, you knocked a small pattern on the bark….silence yet again….before the same pattern was repeated back to you.

This is how you met the cocky, sly and funny cookie, one who terrorized the old era was now melting at your ‘touch’. The trees bark kept you away from him, but that didn’t stop him from speaking to you.

You knew it was wrong, a faerie and a god. Nothing less a god that had killed thousands, thousands of innocent souls. But you couldn’t stop yourself from fall for him, sneaking away from you home to visit this locked away soul.

He loved you, as close as he could get to loving someone even if he never had show it well. he wanted you. He wanted to corrupt your being so you could truly see how much he cared for you.

[garagesesh]

intertwining your soul with somebody else

pairings: anakin skywalker & (f!)reader, anakin skywalker & padme amidala

summary: what has started as comfort has now spiraled out of control.

warning(s): sexual content, depression, pregnancy, affair

a/n: i wrote this two years ago and never published it

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It started years ago.

You were both still young, both on the precipice of the line, teetering between Padawan and Jedi Knights. Naïve and immature and both agreeing that it wasn’t hurting anyone.

It had began as a comfort, a coping mechanism after the loss of your master. Delving deep into the forbidden feelings of sadness, anger, hurt, desire. Finding only release within each other.

A mission on Daiyuu had gone wrong. It was supposed to be easy. In and out, collect the hostage and get out of there, but the force had other plans for you that day. Count Dooku had arrived and everything went to shit.

Devastation had enveloped your entire being, encapsulating you into being unable to move or eat for days. Cooped up inside your dark, messy room after given some time off by the Council. The Jedi weren’t being sympathetic, they were more afraid of you doing something stupid out in the field than actually giving you time to grieve.

So instead you watched.

You watched as life flourished and continued in the metropolis of Coruscant. Peering through the slats of your window from the confines of your mattress wrapped up in the standard issue duvet.

It was cruel, you thought watching as a family laughed in their speeder heading off to home, or a party, or anywhere. It was cruel that the galaxy could keep living, that you could keep living after someone is no longer breathing.

It wasn’t fair.

It had been two weeks before you remembered you were alive.

When he came to you first.

Making sure you were okay and had eaten something. It was what best friends did, right? Come to you in a time of need when you need them the most.

For hours there was silence between the two of you. A blank sheet of nothingness as he held you, as you both now watched the outside. Laying in bed for hours, the tears rolled onto his shoulder as he patiently sat and said nothing.

You weren't sure if you had made the first move.

Was it you laying your hand on his thigh or was it he making you laugh through tears for the first time in weeks?

He was good at that. Making you feel good.

Anakin looked down at you, surprised but not entirely by the gesture. The warm flesh of your hand against the thin fabric seeped through to his skin. You both knew then what was going to happen.

And you let it.

It was slow. Warm. Sweet, sincere, and innocent.

He stormed out of the room after.

You didn’t talk for two standard months before both agreeing that it was a mistake, hormones and sadness playing a part in the clash. Rendering you both not able to think straight.

He wanted to comfort you and it had worked.

A one time thing that would never happen again.

Until it did.

Again and again, until became a nightly occurrence. He would always come to you, never to his room. It’d always be the dead of night when you heard the door slide open, letting in the dim light of the hallway before it closed as fast and quiet as it had opened. He didn’t lead up to it anymore as he had in the early beginnings of the affair. His hand would no longer caress you. No hesitation when he took off your clothes.

It became primal.

Dirty.

Needy.

And most of all, it wasn’t love.

He’d constantly remind you of it. The impossible idea of love with him was something he screwed into your brain for the last three years.

Love was a bad word.

You knew of him and Padmé. It wasn’t so secret as he thought, as those close enough to him all knew about their own affair, but he was always worried you would say something to her. Tell her about your affair. Tell her about the way he would kiss you. Tell her the ways he would make you come undone. The way he had been inside you more times than he had been inside her.

And now the datapad in front of you held the weight of the galaxy in front of you. Eight small words crushed your entire being. Eight small words changed everything.

You were fucked.

“Not tonight.” You shrugged him off in doorway of your cabin on the Republic Cruiser you both were on, heading to Kamino for the oversight of extra troops to both of your legions.

“Why?” Anakin knew something was off, pushing himself into the small room.

“I’m not feeling up to it.” You sat down on the bunk, undoing your shoes, ready to put your swollen feet to rest.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m just tired.” You waved him off.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong, Anakin.” He could never just take no for an answer.

“There’s something wrong. I can feel it."

“I’m fine.”

“You can tell me."

“I said I was fine.”

“Well you’re obviously not fine.”

“I really don’t feel like talking about it.”

“Why not? I’m your best friend.” You laughed at that.

“Best friend?! Anakin, you haven’t been my friend for years!”

“I don’t understand what you’re talking about!"

“You never do!” Standing up from the bunk, you went to confront him in his face. Giving him no leeway.

“I care about you!”

“You have never cared about me!”

“I’ve always cared!”

“No.” Your voice now barely above a whisper.

“No? You’re denying my feelings? Invalidating them?”

“That’s thick! You have invalidated me as a person for years!”

“How?”

“You have used me, my body, for three and a half years! Coming to me almost every night! Telling me it isn’t love, that I am just a device for your pleasure!”

“You enjoyed it too!”

“For a while, yes! But then you came back to me married, Anakin! You continued to go behind your wife’s back. Telling me that it was okay, that she’d never know! It kills me to even look at her because of what I've done to her!”

“What we have is good.” He quieted, his voice choking in his throat.

“What we have is you clinging on to a constant release and me clinging on to you because I’m scared that I’ll lose you completely if I stop letting you fuck me every night!” You headed for the door, trying to escape him before the tears you felt rising could fall.

“What?”

“And congratulations you’re a father.” You thrusted the datapad into his chest, storming out of the small cabin.

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[4veslil]

Oneshot | Rocks In Hard Places | Benjicot Blackwood

A/N: This is another oneshot from my accounts on Ao3 and Wattpad! Slowly, adding them here since so many people enjoyed them! I thought the conflict between the two families would make a great for oneshot about star-crossed lovers and secret relationships, so that’s what this oneshot is!

SUMMARY: (Female) Reader is a Bracken in a secret relationship with Benji! This is a fluffy oneshot made to encapsulate my own experience and feelings of first mutual love <3

★ MASTER LIST HERE ★

WORD COUNT: 1,694

"You are late," you announced from where you sat, perched against a log.

Benjicot had just emerged from among the trees, his head dotted with sweat and his face plastered with an awkward smile. You could tell he had run. His hair clung to his skin, his chest heaved, and his hands fidgeted as if he didn’t know what to do with them. He had rushed all the way to see you, for whatever time you had.

"I-I—" he tried to speak, but his haste had taken a toll on him. You could tell.

With a gentle sigh, you relented, waving Benji over. He immediately fell onto the grass, resting his head on your lap, assuming the position as if it had always belonged there.

"What had you tied up this time?" you asked, allowing yourself to judge his excuse, to deem it worthy.

But as your fingers found purchase in his hair, raking through the dark brown strands, he began to stutter. "Traini—" his voice cracked, "training," then it deepened.

"Training? For what? This place is boring; nothing happens here," you groaned.

"Wish that were the case, but your bastard of a brother said you supported King Aegon."

"And let me guess, the Blackwoods support Rhaenyra? What a surprise," you rolled your eyes teasingly.

Benji's gaze rose from his interlocked hands on his stomach to your face. His eyes roved over you as if he were memorizing every freckle, lost in contemplation. You caught him staring often before these feelings manifested between you.

"Stop thinking so hard; you'll hurt yourself," you huffed in the silence, lightly slapping his cheek. You wanted to dispel the nervousness he instilled in you, how he made you melt without words. You didn’t want to show how much power he really had—how you would denounce your name, your titles, your family, if only he asked. But he wouldn’t.

"Someone has to have a brain between us," he smirked.

"Ah yes, because we are so smart, Blackwood," you drawled.

Benji shrugged before turning and nuzzling his face into your stomach. It sent butterflies fluttering in your gut. Truly, a single touch was all it took. He was everything you wanted and everything you were forbidden to have.

"Shut up, Bracken," he groaned against your embroidered shirt, his nose burrowing deeper into the fabric. You remembered the first time you relaxed like this, thinking he was too forward—everything your pious family had warned you about.

'Men who are no good will covet whatever you offer, whatever they ‘think’ you are offering,' your mother once said.

"Well, aren't you sweet today? Too bad this Bracken is all you’ve got," you joked.

"What a bother—a red stallion who follows me around like a duckling," he replied sarcastically, exaggerating his sigh.

At his remark, you wound up another teasing slap, only for Benji to catch it as your arm fell. "You are not getting away with that again."

"And here I thought you would let me be free to do as I wish."

Benji's grip lightened as he slipped his hand into yours, taking it softly. You had not one delicate bone in your body, raised with brothers whose boisterousness easily rubbed off on you. Yet Benji always managed to make you feel like a lady, mud-covered or not.

Once he had your fingers between his, Benji turned his head and dragged them across his lips, pressing them there longer than acceptable—longer than what your family considered proper.

You were used to such touches by now; he had touched you in every way. You had made yourself a liar every Maiden's Day since. You fell for it, had given in, and allowed this experience to consume you. Yet you never regretted it.

"You do know how I feel about you... don’t you, Benji?" you softly queried, the nervous edge in your voice evident.

"I know," he nodded, his lips moving against your skin, skimming along your knuckles like a whisper.

In battle and 'bed' (although you had never made love in one), Benjicot Blackwood was fierce and passionate, his eyes screaming with rare untamed satisfaction. But in moments like these, he was quiet.

It set you on edge in the worst way, casting doubt on whatever it was between you. You tried to push your fretting aside, to appreciate his presence like this, but eventually, the need for more—the need for words—grew heavier.

"Do you feel the same?" If he weren’t holding your hand, it would have trembled. Your other hand was still lost in combing his hair.

Benjicot was silent. The wind whistled, ruffling your locks, pricking your eyes with tears, and flushing your cheeks a stunning rose. He couldn’t look away, unmoving and transfixed.

"Are our names not enough evidence? If I didn’t hold the same sentiments, I don’t think you would see me run as I do."

"Why do you run? You know I would wait however long," he dragged your fingers back and forth across his lower lip. It was a mindless affection. ‘He could be lovely... sometimes,’ you secretly confessed.

Benji slowly brought himself to sit up, resting against the log beside you, making sure to maneuver your hand so it still held his. "Why else would anyone? If I didn’t run, I would lose the few more moments I have with you."

Your heart skipped a beat. He said it so quietly and low you thought it was a trick of the wind, taunts of elves or forest sprites. Had they possessed him?

"Do you know why I don’t run?" you asked, your body aflame. Benji's silence encouraged you to continue. "Because I know no matter what, you will always be there."

Both your hands squeezed tighter. It was your secret code. He would bully your brother Aeron, and whenever he could, grasp your arm and squeeze once before letting go. There were times you would ‘bump into’ each other at the border, and hiding your hands with your bodies, he would pinch your finger, asking about your day with an expression so fierce it looked like traditional feuding.

"I am only across the stones; I am never far," he reassured, leaning in to press your foreheads together. You concentrated on his breathing, his thumb running over your knuckles, the press of your brow against his, how his eyes bore into you so assuredly. You had gotten what you wanted, yet now you felt more petrified than ever.

"Will those stones ever be gone, do you think?" you whispered.

"I hope so; I cannot stand that border," he whispered back.

You giggled at the idea of keeping so quiet, even without a soul to witness your exchange. "Slowly, we could inch them further back, night after night, until they reach my chambers."

Benji scoffed a chuckle. "Like I would allow another Blackwood to be so close to you."

"So I am only yours?" you grinned.

"Did the last three moons not give you an inkling of that?"

"I had to hear you say... something."

"And what did I say?" He pushed his head forward playfully.

"Everything I needed to hear," you squeezed his hand.

"Do not resent me for not saying the words," Benji sighed, surprising you with his openness. His eyes fell closed, revealing a pained and uncomfortable expression.

You raised your intertwined hands to your face and nuzzled them close to your cheek without pulling apart. He was always warmer than you; perhaps that was why you always felt so flushed. He had so much fire to share. "Know I do not resent you. I know you are a man of action, but just hearing what you said was enough to sate me... for now."

"For now?" He quirked an eyebrow.

"Do we not have years ahead of us?"

The possibility you dreamed of was beautiful, in theory. You would one day go home, stand on your own two legs, and demand the union of your houses. You would give your hand to Benjicot and join him wherever life took you. You dreamed he would build you your own personal sept and allow your friends and maids to attend small, personal Maiden's Day celebrations. You would be strong in every way—strong with a sword and strategy, along with the feminine charm that would come in time. You would watch Benjicot grow old and see your children with their own little beasts. In the end, his fingers would twiddle your rough, grey locks as you lay in bed for the last time. You would spend eternity together, at peace. There would be no stones.

Dreams often grounded you when you awoke from them. This was no different. There would be no wedding to dispel countless centuries of feuding, no sept in Raventree Hall, no patter of feet, no time to watch him grow old. It was but a dream, and you were cursed to watch the clouds and imagine their shapes, never to touch and know what they truly were.

"I pray... I would live those years so gratefully," you softly confessed, watching his eyes peel open to reveal the blue depths within them.

"We could... once this war is over, we will. I vow it on the old gods and the new."

"Do you promise me?" Your voice trembled until your lips were captured in a delicate kiss—so gentle, you didn’t know what had come over him.

"I promise you, Lady Bracken."

"I promise you"

[lumierexfics]

hiii this is my first time making an ask, i’m so sorry if i do it wrong 💦! but would it be fine to request orphan of goetia norton being rough with his actions yet gentle with his words and praise 👉👈… with overstimulation as an add on if possible 🫣

• LIVESTREAM NAME : Price of Knowledge !

LIVESTREAM DESCRIPTION : A deal was made and the Orphan of Goetia wants to know his past despite the consequences that might come with the deal and it’s unusual price!

★ STARRING : Norton Campbell, Reader

‼️CONTENT WARNINGS : MDNI 18+, OOC! Norton Campbell, mentions of semi-canonical events from the essence, Praise kink + Overstimulation.

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“Look at you,” he sneered. “No more remarks?”

Your legs loosely wrapped around his waist while your clothes had been unraveled and discarded onto the floor. It was him—your hands scratched his backs, feeling the magma that was chipping out from his skin. All this for a sliver of memories.

Broken gasps escaped your throat while he continued pounding into you, mercilessly—a deal, this deal wasn’t supposed to continue like this. A one sided deal that turned into something more.

“Come on,” he panted.

Your hands gripped the bedsheets while his hand interwoven with your hand—your back pressed into the mattress. His kisses tasted of ash, anything soft and tasteful, the remnants of ashes kissed the fire across your neck—on and past the pulsating heartbeat.

Your grip tightened on his hand, the cold metal of the golden talons as a gasp escaped your lips. His kisses continued but more rapidly as if he was trying to reignite a fading ember, he reached the deepest part of you while his free hand hitched your leg further up.

“You’re so good,” he murmured between pants. “You just needed this, didn’t you, [Name]?”

He said it. Your truest name that was forbidden to be spoken—you were bound to him but it was too much for a single thought, let alone speak. He continued his pacing, mercilessly pounding till it felt like your innards had exploded but he continued.

“Bit more.” He was shining from the sweat. “You can handle it.”

[gulb0]

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐁.𝐄.𝐍.𝐱 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐲𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

★B.E.N. is sharing his room with BenDrowned they get along well.

★Some of the people in the mansion prefer he/him instead of they/them for BEN. Since BEN doesn't care about their pronouns at all. And sometimes in order not to confuse BEN and Ben, they calling him Tenebris. (reference to Johnisdead)

★BEN has made good progress in fortune telling sometimes looking at other people's future by looking at their fortunate.

★Once Jeff made fun of his cult and Luna and this was enough to piss BEN off. They had an argument. After the fight both of them were forbidden to approach and talk to each other.

★Usually others doesn't even knows that he is here because BEN generally stays in his room all day.

★BEN always isolates himself in the room, he doesn't even opens windows or curtains, his door is always closed and Ben hates this, Ben wants BEN to join himself while going outside for walking or hanging around but BEN usually refuses it.

★BEN often talks to himself, the topics he talks about usually come out as a whisper and others doesn't even understand what does he says.

★BEN gets along well with Eyeless Jack but only thing that they don't like is seeing EJ eating the most weird things ever, like bugs mice and etc.

★Other pastas (if they are lucky enough) might find BEN in balcony of the mansion while watching the moon late at night.

★BEN usually doesn't joins others in breakfast or dinner time when he does, he usually just makes some green tea for himself.

Also you can have a star B.E.N. xDDD

[serene-sun]

I TOLD YOU I WOULD INVADE WITH THE DEW ASK. I need Dew thoughts of any genre. soft ones mainly but if you have any spicy ones I'm All Ears and seated because I would let that ghoul fuck me til the cows come home. the ghoul selfshipper in me is Very Hungry.

𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊, 𝕽𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖗𝖔𝖕…

 ♡⊹.* SMUT 18+ ┆★ ˙ᵕ˙

 pairing!? ᰔ Rain ᰔ Sodo

╰┈➤warnings /painal/crying/angst/blood/sex/hair-pulling/unprotected-sex/secret-relationship/ ♡ REFERENCE BOARD

Fire and Water, negative and positive, black and white, solid and liquid, Capulet and montague, dog and cat, science and religion.

Opposites attract, two different forces binding together in perfect harmony as one compliments the other.

Exept….they don’t always go that way.

There are times when our principals of common sense fail us, and what we see fit is actually isn’t. Like heat and coolness riles a large storm and destroys all it touches.

Forbidden love…in a way they never knew.

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“Sodo, we can’t….” The water ghoul murmurs into his ear, his brows knit as a tear wells in his pearly eye.

“But I can’t…hold back? I don’t know how much more of this agony I can take my droplet.” The fire ghoul says, brushing his hand through Rain’s navy black hair.

Rains hair shimmers in the moonlight through the stained glass of the bedroom, the usual midnight color has a shiny affect in light. It brings sodo almost more distracted from the pale white eyes that resemble pearls in rains eye that softly releases a tear from his long lashes. He is as beautiful as the night.

“I know, but don’t you remember what happened last time?” Rain says as his voice cracks under pressure of his mind. "You and I, always almost, Again and again. We were always on the verge of almost. Never nothing, never something."

He brings his hand to his neck, and traces over the burn mark as he recalled the past events.

“I just wan….i just need to touch you.” He calls, the fire ghoul ghosts his lips over rains in a delicate kiss.

It was common knowledge that Fire and Water don’t mix, and the unusual pair would end in tragedy. Perhaps ghouls couldn’t have everything, limitations still exist on every plane for them.

Usually two water and fire ghouls never shared a breath of relation, and when they did it was never physical. But the depth of sodo and rains love was as deep as the ocean, the only thing was that what lied on that sandy floor was unruly, painful…forbidden.

There is a myth that the first two water and fire ghouls had fallen inlove, but once they twined themselves in the dance of love they reveled in pain and hurt as their opposite traits harmed each other. The affair ended with neither ghoul left alive.

Perhaps it was the story that led the elements astray, but whatever stars had aligned had brought these two souls together in a similar fashion.

“What if…we did it fast? Quick before we go to far?” Rain proposes, a hopeful smile grows under his pale lips.

“We wouldnot be able to tell anyone, nobody can know.” Sodo agreed, caressing the ghouls cheek, lifting his hand before the sting would settle.

Rains hand slid up the ghouls chest, “take me to the waters edge…” he gasped, the fire ghoul pulling his hair back harshly.

“Show me…” sodo whined as the other grabbed his cock, “show me the leviathan that hides under those sorrowful eyes.”

Fire dragged a finger across the tip of his cock, sending a shiver down his spine as his penis twitched at the warm sensation.

Sodos hand grabbed his hips, claws digging into his skin as the water ghoul guided his cock into his body.

They both cried out, pleasure and pain as he entered his tight cavern. Fire quickly thrusted into him, taking need of the staticky sensation of his speed.

Sweat dripped from waters forehead, sending a sudden small burst of steam from the fire ghoul as it sizzled on his skin. He cried out in pain, continuing his pace as the others cock tapped both of their stomachs with each bounce of the moment.

Rains fists coiled as his body began to burn, he felt his limbs start swelling as pre cum dribbled from his hard tip. The liquids substance burning into sodos stomach. The smell of flesh filled his nose, blood dripped from him as the wound quickly tried to heal.

Sodo panted weakly, water felt his chest begin to give out as he fell into the ghoul and took hold of fires horns for stability.

Rain muttered words and sounds of torture as he began to cry, “please..” he sobbed, “keep going.”

Sodo staggered his pace but he felt his sex sputter with burning liquifying flesh. He couldn’t help but increase his pace, sodo could feel the head of his penis strike rains prostate sending him into a wave of sparked sounds of groans and whimpers as he clenched around his cock.

They rasped, their hands finding eachother in an embrace as they deliberately ruined each other.

Rains modulated sobs lightened as the numbing feeling of orgasmic nerves began to wash over him.

“Sodo…” he mutulated himself further

The fire ghoul was at a loss of words as he pumped himself into rain one last time before he quickly pulled out, steaming load coating rains chest and torso.

He withered, aching body caving in on his ribs as rain collapsed into him. Their dazed cries falling silent as they kept their hidden love secret.

Sodo heaved, "To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves."

Rain reciprocated,

“In another life,

we'll meet each other again.

And our story will be a happy ending.”

[bvidzsoo]

Cosmically divine

☆ Synopsis: Olympus, the place where Gods play pretend and do as they wish. Dion, the place where mere mortals suffer and do as the Gods wish. One might wonder, is life ever fair? ★ 

☆ Author: bvidzsoo ★ 

☆ Pairing: Ateez members x female reader ★ 

☆ Rating: nsfw, 18+ ★ 

☆ Genre: Greek mythology, dark romance, violence, smut, gore

☆ Status: on-going ★ 

☆ 1. Choi San x female reader ★ 

༄ ҉ 　Underwater ◖Ares x Naiad Nymph!au◗ 

Summary: You knew that your love would never be fulfilled as the man you loved belonged to another woman. But can you help your poor Naiad heart when San, the God of war himself, seeks you out again and again when he is most vulnerable?

☆ 2. Kang Yeosang x female reader ★ 

༄ ҉ 　Marionette ◖Aphrodite!au◗ 

Summary: Doomed from the beginning, your mother, Hera, only saw a weapon in you. If you had once thought she loved you, she proved you wrong the second she cast you away once you failed to kill her enemy's son. Yeosang, Aphrodite's dearest and most prized offspring.

☆ 3. Kim Hongjoong x female reader ★ 

༄ ҉ 　Color of love ◖Hermes x Iris!au◗ 

Summary: If there was a God everyone feared, perhaps it was Zeus. After the continuous abuse he's put you through, you never thought you'd get to live your eternal life peacefully. That is, until the messenger God shows up and whisks you away before Zeus can see and stop him.

☆ 4. Jung Wooyoung x female reader ★ 

༄ ҉ 　Kingdom come ◖Oread Nymph x Dryad Nymph!au◗ 

Summary: Nymphs were nothing but deities that preserved nature and allowed the Gods to love them in return for their blessings. And when Zeus lurks around, you are labelled as his, never to be touched by anyone in the whole cosmos. But can you help yourself when the man he claims is Wooyoung himself? The gorgeous and warm-hearted Oread that coincidentally returns your forbidden feelings for him?

☆ 5. Song Mingi x female reader ★ 

༄ ҉ 　Dead man running ◖Hades!au◗ 

Summary: You were cursed, at least that's what your family thought about you. After a while, you started believing it too, the shadows that whispered to you convincing you that you were either crazy or just...different. And maybe you were, after all, the God of death himself, wouldn't have just called you his little shadow without a reason, right?

☆ 6. Choi Jongho x female reader ★ 

༄ ҉ 　Nightmare ◖Phobos!au◗ 

Summary: Coming from a family that thrived under pressure and mayhem, it was only a matter of time until your father allowed you to join him on the battlefield. But perhaps what set you apart from other warrior families was the fact that each one of you worshiped a God of war. You just happened to make the mistake of offering yourself up to one in exchange for your dear sibling's life.

☆ 7. Jeong Yunho x female reader ★ 

༄ ҉ 　One Kiss ◖Atë!au◗ 

Summary: Cast out of Olympus because Zeus has had enough of the mayhem and craze you created amongst men, living and meddling with mortals changed nothing. You thrived off of stupid men falling to their knees and begging you for attention, promising things no mortal could offer. But when a pure, untouched, and unassuming boy might just fall into your trap, you can't help yourself and entice him just to the point of madness.

☆ 8. Park Seonghwa x female reader ★ 

༄ ҉ 　Moonlight Melody ◖Poseidon!au◗ 

Summary: You always thought the man of your dreams never existed, would never come and whisk you away from this terrible terrible life that you lived. And perhaps when he starts showing up in your dreams, with promises that he'd soon come and see you, you find yourself hoping for a love that only the stars would bear witness to.

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[lotusflowerbreakingthesurface]

❝𝐏𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐗𝐢𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝑨𝑼 𝐅𝐢𝐜 𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭❞

Here is the not-really new masterlist, this post will only have PingXie Alternate Universe (AU) fic recs, and here for PingXie Canon Setting fic recs. I tried my best to sort them out according to my current personal preferences. If there is any mistake or misinformation, feel free to reach me by message. And if you like these fics, don't forget to give them "like" and support the hard-working authors on their respective accounts. Thank you ^^

©Divider by @anitalenia, @saradika-graphics, and others are edited by me with the original images by 刘巴布

╰★ 𝑨/𝑩/𝑶/𝑺𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒍 & 𝑮𝒖𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝑨𝑼 ★╮

如何捕获你的向导 by 阿池 [How to Capture Your Guide]———◇ Lone Wolf Sentinel Ping × War Reporter Guide Xie

玉观音 by 无明有焕 [Jade Guanyin]———◇ Alpha Ping × Omega Xie

最后一课 by 乌啼霜落 [The Last Lesson]———◇ Alpha Instructor Ping × Omega Agent Xie

俘虏 by 写意/未遮山 [Captive]———◇ Alpha General Ping × Alpha Commander Xie

听说皇上有喜了? by 浮鱼沉渊/likeorange [I Heard That the Emperor Is Pregnant?]———◇ Alpha Prince Ping × Omega Emperor Xie

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

╰★ 𝑨𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝑨𝑼 ★╮

鬼夫 by 碎碎九十三 [Ghost Husband]———◇ Ghost Ping × Human Xie

不完全逃婚手册 by 郁绘离 [Handbook of Incomplete Marriage Escape]———◇ Patriarch Ping × Nine Gates Descendant Xie

通俗爱情故事 by jimmyseeu [Popular Love Story]———◇ Patriarch Ping × Wu Family Descendant Xie

配阴婚 by 无明有焕 [Matching Yin Marriage]———◇ Patriarch Ping × Wu Family Descendant Xie

劫亲 by 吴关1014 [Bride Kidnapping]———◇ Bandit Leader Ping × Son of a Wealthy Family Xie

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

╰★ 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒇-𝑯𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏/𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒚 𝑨𝑼 ★╮

讓海豚來教你吧！ by ZS520 [Let the Dolphins Teach You!]———◇ Half-Dolphin Ping × Animal Caretaker Xie

授业以养狼 by 宁家小花风 [Teaching to Raise Wolves]———◇ Werewolf Ping × College Student Xie

林冬 by 槐安国师/槐安鸽师/HAGS [Winter Forest]———◇ Mind-Reading Ping × Social Death Xie

水下三十米 by bonepig [Thirty Meters Underwater]———◇ Forbidden Man Ping × Treasure Hunter Xie

陸上三千里 by bonepig [Three Thousand Miles on the Land]———◇ Forbidden Man Ping × Treasure Hunter Xie

嫁山神 by baiyuhtgz [Marrying the Mountain God]———◇ Fake God/Hunter Ping × Bride Sacrifice Xie

王子落难记 by 浮谙/ww睡觉ing [The Prince’s Misfortune]———◇ Big Cat Ping × Small Dog Xie

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

╰★ 𝑯𝒊𝒈𝒉 𝑺𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒍/𝑪𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒆/𝑼𝒏𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝑨𝑼 ★╮

细水 by shutong [Fine Water]———◇ Professor Ping × College Student Xie

星星相吸 by maySheReturns [Stars Attract Each Other]———◇ College Student Ping × College Student Xie

第六次 by 标点欸欸欸欸 [The Sixth Time]———◇ High-School Student Ping × High-School Student Xie

我觉得，我室友，喜欢我 by DarcyK7 [I Think My Roommate Likes Me]———◇ College Student Ping × College Student Xie

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

╰★ 𝑴𝒐𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒏/𝑨𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏/𝒁𝒐𝒎𝒃𝒊𝒆 𝑨𝒑𝒐𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒚𝒑𝒔𝒆 𝐀𝐔 ★╮

斯德哥尔摩综合征 by 疏桐 (shutong) [Stockholm Syndrome]———◇ Kidnapper Ping × Hostage Xie

The Last Revelation by zizhu———◇ Captain of the Criminal Investigation Division Ping × Forensic Doctor Xie

相夫教子 by 东陵帝青 [Husband and Son]———◇ Pseudo-Father Ping × Adopted Son Xie

交易 by foxWFMdemon [Trade]———◇ Prisoner Ping × Prisoner Xie

無頭 by vomisa72 [Headless]———◇ Mysterious Ping × Police Officer Xie

孤岛 by 柏舟 [Isolated Island]———◇ Secret Agent Ping × Assassin/Spy Xie

全金属狂想 by 码字的在水一方 [Full Metal Rhapsody]———◇ Bodyguard Ping × National Treasure Xie

无限 by Linking7 [Infinity]——◇ Hacker Ping × Hacker Xie

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

╰★ 𝑶𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒆/𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝑨𝑼 ★╮

Money Boy by 汤响松风———◇ CEO Ping × Money Boy Xie

到了三十岁还是处男，似乎会变成魔法师 by 蓝十六冒 [At the Age of 30, He Is Still a Virgin, It Seems That He Will Become a Magician]———◇ Office Worker Ping × Office Worker Xie

A0的红玫瑰暴击 by Kriswengian2219 [A0’s Red Rose Critical Hit]———◇ Department Director Ping × Designer Xie

那个肛肠科的张医生 by SalazarChi [That Dr. Zhang From the Anorectal Department]———◇ Doctor Ping × Patient Xie

私家同声传译 by 子竹 (zizhu) [Private Simultaneous Interpretation]———◇ CEO Ping × Simultaneous Interpreter Xie

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

╰★ 𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝑩𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔/𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒊𝒛/𝑬-𝑺𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝑨𝑼 ★╮

和男神拍床戏怎么破 by 垂听纶音 [How to Make a Bed Scene With a Male God]———◇ Best Actor Ping × Unpopular Actor Xie

You Are Everything I Care by 米耶艾绮雅 & Charry沫_谖/疏留———◇ Alpha Bodyguard Ping × Omega Artist Xie

和顶流谈恋爱好烦啊 by 西西cici [It’s So Annoying to Fall in Love With a Top Celebrity]———◇ Top Star Ping × Unpopular Idol Xie

网恋到了游戏大佬 by 魏莞想睡觉 [Online Dating Reaches the Gaming Boss]———◇ Game Streamer Ping × Game Streamer Xie

无名之辈 by Eray- [The Nameless One]———◇ Jungler Ping × Coach Xie

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

╰★ 𝑾𝒖𝒙𝒊𝒂/𝑿𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒙𝒊𝒂/𝑹𝒆𝒑𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝑬𝒓𝒂 𝑨𝑼 ★╮

入酒 by HAGS [Into Wine]———◇ Half-Dragon Ping × Medicines Cultivator Xie

武林盟主 by 码字的在水一方 [Martial Arts Lord]———◇ Wulin Hero Ping × Small Shopkeeper Xie

人参娃娃 by 码字的在水一方 [Ginseng Doll]———◇ Taoist Priest Ping × Ginseng Spirit Xie

珠胎暗结 by HAGS [Pearl Embryo Dark Knot]———◇ Stone God Ping × Clam Spirit Xie

麒麟劫 by 西湖水漫长白山 [Qilin Tribulation]———◇ Qilin God Master Ping × Fox Demon Disciple Xie

路过 by 一三 [Passing By]———◇ Group Leader Ping × Soldier Xie

师傅领进门 by 槐安国师/槐安鸽师/HAGS [The Master Leads the Way]———◇ Martial Arts Master Ping × Disciple Xie

百年沉浮 by yumikirina/霜儿 [A Hundred Years of Ups and Downs]———◇ Patriarch Ping × Adopted Son Xie

山鬼不识字，西风不解情 by Eddy_Huan [Mountain Ghosts Cannot Read, and the West Wind Does Not Understand Love]———◇ Crown Prince Ping × Grave Robber Xie

[velvet-apricots]

Gideon ofc!! 🌙⭐️🌸(<- this is the sex one) and🔻

☾ - sleep headcanon

He has always had insomnia. Before he was tarnished he would usually stay up for 24 hours at a time, then sleep for a few hours. Sometimes 8 if he was lucky. His sleep cycle was just over all wonky and he just had to go with it or else it made everything worse. After he became tarnished, he would go days without sleep, his body no longer limited by mortality. This is of course VERY not healthy. Dolores would often drug his tea. He let her so she would stop bothering him about it for a while.

★ - sad headcanon (gonna assume its this one cause there are two stars and I have read your fics)

He has lingered as a tarnished for so long his life from before has blurred into hazy memories with only a few clear ones that left such a large impact upon him that he could possibly never forget. He usually doesnt consider it bad, until he tries to remember something that had been important to him. Such as the name of a squire he liked, or even the faces of people he knew. Even the faces of Tarnished that were around very early have faded from his mind.

✿ - Sex headcanon

He prefers small breasts. From flat chested to just big enough to perfectly fit in his hands. He finds large ones to just be in the way. He won't say no to large busts, but something about smaller breasts are just far more pleasant and fun. He also likes body hair. Happy trails make him... Well, happy.

▼ - childhood headcanon

Gideon had a tumultuous childhood. His father was a noble who was very mentally unsound, paranoid and full of deep shame. His father the features of Nox, who were traitors in the eyes of the Erdtree and its people. He covered his hair at all times, and was a fanatical supporter of Golden Order to prove his loyalty, and would sometimes have mental breakdowns that would result in him cutting off all his hair and sometimes trying to gouge out his own eyes. He showed no affection to Gideon, because Gideon also had nox features. His mother was quiet but affectionate to Gideon. She had black hair and grey eyes, and would very rarely interact with her husband. She slept in a different part of the manor, ate separately, and was only around him in the company of others. Their loveless and strained relationship affected Gideon's own views on relationships, resulting in him never marrying and dying heirless. His father was very strict and hated how obsessed Gideon was with forbidden things, thinking it just made their family look even more suspicious. Ultimately Gideon's obsession with secrets and forbidden rites got him a comfortable position as a spy master for Queen Marika, and the title of Sir. Even then, his father hated it, but quietly this time. Gideon is pretty sure his father destroyed their family records to fully erase any damning evidence of their linage.

[allyofavonlea]

What The River Knows

by Isabel Ibañez

★★★★☆

A unique, lush, enchanting historical fantasy with forbidden/slow-burn romance and a story brimming with magic, mystery, love, betrayal, lies, and friendship.

Inez spends her time drawing and hiding from Argentinian high-society responsibility while her parents are gone to Egypt six months out of every year. One day, she receives a letter from her uncle that her parents are missing and presumed dead after an excursion. Right before their deaths, her father sent her a mysterious ring brimming with magic and glimpses of the past. Filled with questions and needing answers, Inez sets sail for Egypt whereupon she meets a wily, charming, insufferably cute Whitfield Hayes who reveals that her uncle insists she go back to Argentina immediately. In fact, every attempt to glean any information about her parents and their deaths is met with misdirection, avoidance, or omission. Never one to give up, Inez sneaks aboard her uncle’s boat to set sail upriver to his archeological excavation site and seek the answers she needs.

This was wonderful to read, and Inez is a curious, independent, strong FMC whose stubbornness was well written so as to be entertaining. I absolutely loved seeing Egypt through her eyes, and loved her banter with Whit.

THE ENDING had me on my knees. In fact, the only reason I knocked off a star was because I felt that things were getting a bit too repetitive halfway into the book. Inez kept asking her Uncle and Whit about her parents, and they kept refusing her. Once they finally begin the adventure to the excavation site, things pick up and continue accelerating until that absolutely whirlwind ending that I did not expect at all. I NEED THE SEQUEL NOW!!

(Also, I love that Ibañez wrote Egypt in this time period without shying away from the effects of British Imperialism. We are reminded of it time and again, and Egypt is never romanticized.)