#out of pure curiosity i just wanna know

[vampmilf]

*minimum level of comfort = the bare minimum you excpect to get and if they can't provide this, you'd consider not staying over or would be unhappy about it. more is always appreciated but less is a no-go for you.

[allergic-to-four-leaf-clovers]

fuck man.

[formulaonedirection]

I HAVE POLLS NOW and here's a very important question I've been meaning to ask everyone

[mad-heynaru]

Can some please explain what the draw to killing stalking is? Like I keep seeing it EVERYWHERE for recommendations, but like I tried to read that thing years ago and got so scarred I had to stop a few chapter in

So like I’m seeing it printed out at my local bookstores and on all the recommend lists and even getting videos about “the redemption” of it in my fyp so like am I missing smthn?

Or are all y’all just that crazy?

[kinascum]

TAG! - M. STURNIOLO

SYNOPSIS: What happens when your brother's best friend pushes your boundaries in a thrilling encounter?

CONTENTS: nls!reader, explicit sexual content, strong language, power dynamics, degradation, chasing? primal? idk, no actual piv, oral (male), semi-public, humiliation.

WORD COUNT: 1.5k

pt2 (chris)

You sit around the kitchen table of the cozy cabin, the glow of the moonlight spilling in through the windows, casting shadows across the well-worn Monopoly board. The laughter and banter of the evening's game slowly die down as the last few hotel properties are snatched up, and the bank is declared bankrupt. Your brother Nate, and his best friends, grin at each other, the competitive spirit still lingering in the air. It's late, and the yawns start to take over, signaling the end of the night.

The cabin's wooden floorboards creak as everyone heads to their designated sleeping areas. The fireplace crackles, casting a warm, flickering light across the room. You settle into your bed, but the excitement of the day keeps sleep at bay. The rustling of blankets and muffled snores from your brother's room reminds you that you're not the only one who remains restless.

The whispers of the night beckon you and you find yourself tiptoeing to the bedroom door. You peek into the hallway, noticing a sliver of light seeping out from under Matt's door. Curiosity piqued, you ease the door open to find him sitting on the edge of the bed, shirtless, staring at the floor. "Can't sleep either?" he asks, looking up and catching your gaze.

"Yeah, it's like my brain won't shut up," you admit, stepping into the room. "Wanna go outside for some fresh air?"

Matt nods, a glint in his eye. "How about we play a game to pass the time?"

Intrigued, you follow him out into the cool night, the crunch of gravel underfoot. The moon casts a silver path down to the lake, where the water laps gently against the shore. The air is alive with the scent of pine and the distant sound of an owl's hoot.

"Okay, I'll chase you," he says with a smirk, "and if I catch you, I win."

You laugh, thinking it's just a way to burn off some energy. "What do I get if I win?"

"We'll see," he teases, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Ready or not, here I come!"

And with that, he's off, his sneakers pounding the ground as he sprints towards you. You squeal, the thrill of the chase igniting your senses. As you dart away from him, the night air feels alive with electricity, your heart pounding in your chest. This is the kind of thrill you live for, the kind that makes you feel alive.

The game starts innocently enough, the two of you weg through the trees, laughing and panting. But as the minutes tick by, the adrenaline turns into something else. Something you've felt simmering between you for a while now, something you've been too scared to acknowledge. The wind carries the scent of him, a tantalizing mix of aftershave and pure masculine energy. Your skin tingles with anticipation, and you start to feel the heat building deep within you.

Matt's breath is hot on your neck as he catches up, his strong hands grabbing you around the waist. You gasp, feeling his solid body pressed against yours, the game turning into something much more primal. You can feel the heat of his body overcome yours, and it sends a shockwave through your core. This isn't just a game anymore; it's a dance of desire that you're both eager to explore.

He whispers in your ear, his voice thick with lust, "I win."

With a firm grip, he spins you around and pushes you to your knees. You look up at him, a mix of fear and excitement swirling in your eyes. He's serious. The gravity of the moment hits you like a ton of bricks, but you don't resist. You want this. You've wanted this for a long time.

He unbuckles his belt, the metal clinking in the stillness of the night, and unzips his pants, pulling out his hard cock. "You know how this goes," he murmurs, stroking himself, watching you with a hungry gaze. "You're gonna let me use that pretty little throat?"

Your heart races as you lean in, your mouth watering despite the fear. You wrap your lips around him, and he groans, his hand tangling in your hair. He's not gentle, pushing deeper into your mouth, his grip tightening with every moan. The taste of him fills your senses, a mix of salt and earth, and you can't help but feel a twinge of excitement. This isn't how you thought this night would go, but the way he's looking at you, the way he's holding you, it's like he's claiming you, and it turns you on more than you ever thought possible.

You try to keep up, but he's too much for you. You gag, and he laughs, a dark sound that sends shivers down your spine. "Look at you," he says, "such a good little slut, take it." Spit trails down your chin, and your eyes water, but you don't stop. You can't. The thrill of it all is too intense.

"I bet Nate never knew what a whore you are," he murmurs, his voice low aging. "Letting me fuck your mouth out here like some cheap hooker." His words are like a slap in the face, but they only serve to make you wetter. Your eyes narrow as your brows chisel in, but you're his, and you're letting him do this to you. It's a power play, and you're both acutely aware of it.

"Oh, you're mad?" He laughs. The sound of branches underfoot in the distance makes your heart leap. "Better hurry up," he says, his eyes glinting with excitement, "or Chris might find you like this and want a taste" The thought sends a jolt of fear and arousal through you. "Oh, but you'd love that, being used by both your brother's best friends?" Your mind races. What would Nate think if he found you like this? What would Nick do? The possibility of getting caught only adds to the thrill.

Matt's hand moves to your chin, holding it in a firm grip as he fucks your mouth harder, faster. "Take it, baby," he growls, his hips bucking against your face. "You like it, huh?" You nod, unable to speak with his cock lodged in your throat, you mumble around his shaft. You do love it. The degradation, the power he has over you in this moment, it's intoxicating.

Finally, with a grunt, he pulls out, coming all over your face and chest. You collapse back onto the ground, gasping for air, your heart racing and your eyes like storms behind shed tears. He wipes his dick off your shirt, smiling down at you like he's just conquered the world. "You've always been mine, don’t get mad now," he says, his voice full of satisfaction. He leans down, his hand on your jaw suddenly pulls away and the sing on your face is accompanied by the hot spit thrown at you. "Mine to use whenever I want."

The night air is thick with the scent of sex and sweat, and you can't help but feel a little bit used. But you don't care. You're his, and that's all that matters. The tension between you is palpable, the line between friendship and something darker is now irrevocably blurred. You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, tasting him on your lips, and wonder if this is the start of something new.

As you both catch your breath, the sound of footsteps grows louder. Panic flares in your chest. "we have to get back." You stumble to your feet, your legs wobbly from the intense experience. Matt chuckles, tucking himself back into his pants.

Together, you sneak back towards the cabin, your heart pounding in your ears. As you enter the cabin, you see the light from Nate's room is now off. Did he hear you? Did he know what was happening outside?

You slip into your bed, your body still humming with desire, your mind racing with thoughts of what's to come. The lines between friendship and lust have been crossed, and there's no going back.

tags! @sturnstvs @gxldenlush @immattsslut @slut4chriss @stasiesturn @jetaimevous @solarsturniolo @watercolorskyy @thedarkqueenofavalon @meowira @secretagentspy @shadowthesim @baileysturns

love, paz<3

[solxamber]

haii can i req octotrio, malleus, and leona (all seperate!) with a reader like kokomi from genshin thats also a jellyfish? romantic or not it doesn’t matter to me ^_^ also feel free to add more characters the more the merrier :3

Leona, Octatrio, Malleus, Riddle, Vil, Rook, Rollo x Kokomi!Jellyfish!Reader

a/n; i felt pretty inspired so i added quite a few <3

Leona Kingscholar

Leona pretends he’s indifferent, but your serene and calculated demeanor throws him off.

The first time he sees your glowing form under the moonlight, he blinks twice, convinced he’s hallucinating. “Tch, what’s with the light show? Trying to blind me or something?” But secretly, he’s mesmerized.

Your habit of calmly handling disputes in the dorm (often between Ruggie and others) frustrates him. “You can’t just talk people into behaving,” he grumbles, only to watch you succeed every time.

Leona’s competitive side comes out when he learns about your strategic mind. Chess games with you become a weekly ritual, and losing to you annoys him more than he’ll admit.

Despite his gruffness, he’s deeply protective of you, especially when someone comments on your jellyfish-like features. “Say that again, and I’ll show you why you don’t mess with jellyfish.”

Sometimes, he watches you float gracefully in water, pretending he’s there for a nap. “Stop staring at me, Leona.” “Who’s staring? I’m just resting my eyes.”

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul is immediately intrigued by your jellyfish traits and calm demeanor—after all, you’re a marine creature, and that’s his territory.

Your bioluminescence is something he secretly envies, though he’ll never admit it. “A marvelous ability,” he says while scribbling notes for future contracts.

Your strategic thinking makes you one of the few people who can keep up with him in negotiations. He offers you a job at the Lounge almost immediately, “to better utilize your talents.”

Whenever Floyd or Jade annoys him, Azul uses you as a buffer. “Perhaps you could… calm them down?” And, to his astonishment, it works. Even Floyd listens to you.

He’s absolutely fascinated by your glowing hair and jellyfish-like appendages. “Do they serve a specific function, or are they purely aesthetic?” he asks while trying not to sound overly eager.

Azul secretly finds your tranquil nature soothing. After a long day of scheming, he’ll seek your company under the guise of “strategic discussions,” but really, he just wants to hear your voice.

Jade Leech

Jade is utterly fascinated by you from the moment he meets you. Your resemblance to a jellyfish sparks his curiosity.

He constantly asks you questions about your biology, glowing abilities, and lifestyle. “Do you use your bioluminescence to lure prey, or is it purely decorative?”

Jade enjoys teasing you, especially when you’re peacefully floating in water. “You look so serene. It’s almost a shame to disturb you.” Then he splashes you.

He respects your calm and collected demeanor, but he’s determined to find out what flusters you. Watching your serene mask slip is his new favorite pastime.

If someone dares insult you, Jade’s smile grows even sharper. “I wouldn’t recommend making an enemy of a jellyfish, you know. They’re far more dangerous than they appear.”

He enjoys your company during his hikes, fascinated by how your glowing presence adds an ethereal beauty to the forest.

Floyd Leech

Floyd is absolutely obsessed with you. You’re a jellyfish, and jellyfish are cool—end of story.

He immediately nicknames you “Jelly,” much to your mild exasperation. “C’mon, Jelly! Let’s go do something fun!”

Floyd loves poking at your glowing features. “What happens if I touch this? Will it zap me?” (You have to swat his hand away repeatedly.)

Your calm nature intrigues him. “How do you stay so chill all the time? Don’t you ever wanna, like, flip out?” He sees it as a personal challenge to get you riled up.

He’s oddly protective of you. If anyone messes with you, Floyd’s mood sours instantly, and you have to calm him down before he does something drastic.

Floyd loves dragging you into the water to “swim like real jellyfish.” His playful nature contrasts hilariously with your serene floating.

Malleus Draconia

Malleus finds you absolutely enchanting. Your ethereal glow and calm presence remind him of a fairytale.

The first time he sees you glowing in the dark, he’s convinced you’re some sort of spirit. “Are you a creature of the night, summoned by the stars?” You laugh, which only confuses him more.

He adores your serene demeanor and often seeks your company when he’s feeling lonely. “You have a calming presence. It is… soothing.”

Your strategic mind impresses him. He occasionally consults you on matters of state, and your insight leaves him in awe.

Malleus is enchanted by your glowing features and bioluminescence. He often compares you to the stars and moon. “You shine as brightly as the night sky,” he says, his voice soft.

He’s protective of you, especially when others don’t understand your unique traits. “Anyone who dares mock your beauty will answer to me,” he declares, his aura dark and foreboding.

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle is equal parts fascinated and exasperated by your serene and dreamy nature.

He struggles to reconcile your gentle demeanor with the strict order he upholds. “You can’t just let them get away with breaking rules.” But you always seem to handle things so effortlessly, he can’t help but feel a little envious.

The first time he sees your bioluminescence, he’s stunned. “W-What are you glowing for? Is that some sort of trick?” He secretly thinks it’s mesmerizing.

Your calmness has a soothing effect on him during his temperamental moments. When you gently suggest he take a deep breath, he can’t find it in himself to argue.

Your strategic mind earns his respect, especially when you help him resolve dorm conflicts with minimal drama. He finds himself seeking your counsel more often than he’d like to admit.

He tries to deny how much your presence comforts him, but when you glow softly under the moonlight, he’s reminded of the beauty of following one’s heart.

Vil Schoenheit

Vil finds you utterly captivating, both for your glowing beauty and your ability to remain so composed under pressure.

He immediately notices your bioluminescence and praises it as “natural elegance.” He may even use it as inspiration for his next photoshoot.

Vil admires your calm demeanor but insists on refining your presentation. “Grace comes naturally to you, but you must carry it with intention.”

Your ability to remain poised even under stress makes him jealous sometimes. He spends hours perfecting himself while you seem effortlessly radiant.

The two of you often engage in long conversations about leadership and balance. He’s impressed by your thoughtful insight, though he won’t always admit it.

He pretends not to care when others praise your ethereal glow, but he can’t help but feel proud, especially when you stand by his side at events.

Rook Hunt

Rook is absolutely enchanted by your jellyfish-inspired traits and ethereal aura.

The first time he sees your bioluminescence, he dramatically declares, “Magnifique! You are a creature of the heavens, a glowing gem beneath the sea!”

Rook constantly watches you, fascinated by the way you move and speak. He calls it research, but it’s really just admiration.

Your calmness intrigues him. He frequently tests your patience with his flamboyant antics, but you never falter, much to his delight.

He adores how your strategic mind contrasts with your soft demeanor. “You are as cunning as you are serene, ma chérie méduse.”

Rook writes poems inspired by your bioluminescent glow, claiming that no words could ever truly capture your beauty.

Rollo Flamme

Rollo is conflicted about you. Your calm, composed nature intrigues him, but your glowing features remind him of magic—something he loathes.

The first time he sees you glowing, he’s visibly unsettled. “Is this some kind of magic trick? I don’t trust it.” Yet, he can’t look away.

Your tranquil demeanor softens his usual disdain. He begrudgingly admits that you’re… tolerable, though his fascination with you grows daily.

Rollo’s jealousy flares whenever others praise your ethereal beauty. “They’re only bewitched by appearances,” he mutters, trying to convince himself he’s not affected.

Your intelligence earns his respect, though he won’t openly say it. He finds himself relying on your calm judgment more than he’d like.

Despite his feelings about magic, he catches himself enjoying the way your glow lights up dark spaces. It’s almost… comforting.

Masterlist

[bookwormjust]

Child Curiosity (established relationship with Azriel, Nyx questioning)

The Inner Circle reunited as almost every week for their famous dinner, wasn't prepared for a little curious Illyrian boy Fae, who this night decided to ask questions and have what he wanted. Because who would said no to the little boy, big blue ethereal eyes blinking at you, red little puffy cheeks, little freckle on his baby skin, no one can ignore that and only can indulge the little boy curiosity with care and attention.

Our Nyx, ever persistent in his childlike curiosity, wriggled down from Rhysand’s lap and padded over to you, his little feet barely making a sound against the floor. Without hesitation, he climbed up into your lap, nestling against you with the innocent comfort of a child who adored you. You instinctively wrapped your arms around him, holding him close as he gazed up at you with wide, hopeful eyes.

“Can you give me a cousin?” Nyx asked, his voice soft and earnest, as if you had the power to grant his wish with a mere word. “Mama said babies come from females. So... can you make me a cousin soon, Auntie?”

The room fell into an amused silence again, but this time there was a different kind of weight to it—a tender, loving one. The quiet snickers and glances from the Inner Circle faded as they watched the interaction with fondness, understanding the pure innocence of Nyx’s question. Feyre’s eyes shimmered with warmth, and Rhysand had a playful but proud look in his gaze as he watched his son.

You glanced at Azriel, who was already watching you intently. There was a softness in his expression, his usual stoic mask slipping as he witnessed you with Nyx on your lap, looking so natural and loving. Azriel's hazel eyes held a mixture of tenderness and longing, as if the scene before him stirred something deep inside. 

You gently brushed a hand through Nyx’s hair, smiling down at him. “Oh, sweetheart,” you said softly, your voice filled with affection. “It’s not that simple. Babies take time, and your uncle Az and I need to be ready before we can think about giving you a cousin.”

Nyx’s little brows furrowed in confusion. “But why? I’m ready now!” His innocence was almost heart-wrenching, making everyone around the table smile with both amusement and sympathy.

Cassian, unable to resist, leaned back in his chair with a grin. “Looks like you’ve got a tough negotiator there, Az. Good luck explaining that one.”

Azriel chuckled softly, shaking his head as his shadows shifted in response to his relaxed mood. He leaned forward slightly, his gaze focused on both you and Nyx. “It’s not just about being ready, little one,” Azriel explained in his calm, soothing voice. “Your Auntie and I need to make sure everything is just right. We want to make sure any cousin we give you is as loved and cared for as you are.”

Nyx thought about that for a moment, looking between you and Azriel with the same intensity as if you were discussing the most important matter in the world. His small hand rested on your arm, his little fingers gripping onto you as he said, “I’ll take good care of them, I promise. I’ll share my toys and everything.”

At that, the entire table erupted into soft, warm laughter. Even Feyre, who had been watching quietly, smiled wider, brushing a tear from her eye as Rhysand squeezed her hand under the table. 

You couldn’t help but hug Nyx tighter, your heart swelling with the purity of his words. “I know you would, Nyx,” you whispered into his hair. “You’re going to be the best big cousin one day.”

Azriel leaned closer, his hand resting on your knee and his wings slightly flaring out in a protective, almost possessive gesture. “And when the time comes, Nyx, you’ll be the first to know,” Azriel added, his voice low but filled with an unspoken promise. 

Nyx beamed at that, completely content with your and Azriel’s answers. He stayed on your lap for the rest of the dinner, happily chatting with everyone while you shared a knowing smile with Azriel. The warmth of the Inner Circle surrounded you, and in that moment, with Nyx in your arms and Azriel’s hand in yours, you felt that whatever the future held, it would be filled with love, family, and a sense of belonging that went beyond words.

As the dinner went on, the soft smiles exchanged between you and Azriel carried a new kind of understanding—one of patience, love, and the quiet certainty that when the time was right, you would start the next chapter of your lives together.

[hoshifighting]

seventeen being pegged WARNINGS: smut, anal, sex toys (strap/dildo), lub, handjob, mentions of prostate. (hyung line - maknae line)

seokmin is wide-eyed. “you really wanna try that?! of course! i mean— yes.” he asks. the though of you taking charge making his cock leak on his boxers. he’s eager, practically begging you to start. you prep him with plenty of lube, your fingers scissoring him open, and he’s already moaning, his body arching, hips rolling on your hand. his hips always pushing back to take more. when you slide the pink dildo in, he purrs, and you just know he’s loving every second of it. “fuck, that’s it!” he groans, his hands gripping your thighs as you pound into him.

mingyu leans back on his elbows, a smirk playing on his lips. “you’re gonna ruin me, aren’t you?” like he knows exactly what he’s getting into. there’s a hint of something dangerous in the way he says it, like he’s daring you, knowing full well that payback is coming later when he’s buried deep inside you, fucking you like he wants to imprint the memory of this moment into every inch of your body. you take your time, lathering up the lube, your fingers working him open, and he’s already groaning, his breath coming out in short, sharp gasps. his head falls back, his mouth falling open with a low, throaty moan. the stretch is intense, and he feels every inch of it, his cock twitching at the sensation. he’s squirming, his hips pushing back, silently begging for more. he’s not just taking it. no, he’s thinking about how he’s going to fuck you later, about how deep he’s going to go, how he’s going to make you scream his name. the look in his eyes says it all. this isn’t over. not by a long shot.

minghao is hesitant when you first bring it up. “i’m not sure,” he admits. it takes time, gentle persuasion, and a lot of patience. the moment finally comes when you’re in the middle of a blowjob, your mouth wrapped around his cock, and your hand starts to wander. when your fingers brush against his hole, he clenches instinctively, a soft gasp escaping his lips. “wait, what are you…?” he starts, but his voice trails off when he feels the pressure, the slow, teasing circles you’re tracing around his entrance. his body tenses, but there’s no mistaking the way his cock twitches in your mouth, the way his breath hitches. when you finally slide a finger inside, he’s tight, his body resisting at first, but then he relaxes. he’s breathing hard, his eyes half-lidded, watching you with a combination of apprehension and arousal. the way you stroke his prostate sends a jolt through his body, and he moans, a soft, breathy sound that makes your stomach twist in the horniest way.

seungkwan knows how obsessed you are with his ass, the way your eyes follow him whenever he bends over, and the idea of you having full access to it? he’s practically giddy with excitement. “you really want to peg me?” he asks, a wide grin on his face, and there’s no hesitation in his voice, just pure, unfiltered curiosity. “i mean, if it’s anything like the way you look at my ass, then hell yeah, let’s do it.” the prep is quick, maybe too quick, but he’s eager, his body thrumming with expectation. his mouth falls open in a silent gasp, his eyes wide as he takes in the sensation. it’s intense, the stretch, the fullness.“shit, you’re good at this,” he mutters, his voice breathy, but there’s a playful edge to it, like he’s enjoying every second of this. his mind going blank from the pleasure. it doesn’t take long before he’s cumming.

vernon is REALLY hesitant at first, the idea of pegging not something he’s ever really considered. “nah, i don’t think that’s for me,” he says, shaking his head. it takes a few conversations with friends, late-night talks about their experiences, and suddenly, he’s curious. “so, it’s really that good?” he asks, almost to himself, and before he knows it, he’s standing in front of you, ready to try something new. the sensation is overwhelming, but it’s not bad, not at all. “fuck, that’s… different,” he murmurs, his voice strained. you start slow, letting him adjust, but it’s clear he’s enjoying it, his hips pushing back to meet you, his hands fisting in the sheets. as he lies there, catching his breath, he can’t help but think that maybe his friends were right. this really was one of the best experiences he’s ever had.

chan is the exact opposite. he’s impatient, eager, and there’s no hesitation in his voice when he says, “let’s do it.” he doesn’t want to waste time with the prep, rushing you along as you slick him up. “come on, i want to ride you,” he’s quick to straddle you, his hands guiding the toy inside him, and he lets out a whiny moan, his hips rocking forward to take more, hiss thighs burning. it’s exactly what he wants. you move with a goal—wipe that grin off his face. thrusting up into him, and he’s gasping, his hands bracing against your boobs as he rides you. there’s a wicked grin on his face as he watches you, seeing the effect he’s having on you. he knows how much you’re enjoying this, the way your hands wrap around his cock, stroking him in time with his riding. when you hit his prostate, his eyes roll back, and he lets out a choked sob, his body trembling as he cums, his orgasm making him crumble on you. but even as he collapses against you, his body spent, there’s a satisfied smirk on his face. he knows you got him wrapped around your finger—umm... literally—and he’s loving every second of it.

[akazzzaa]

A/N- I saw this on Pinterest and thought it was so cute so I wanna try and write about child! reader x demons (platonic obvs) Credit goes to the artist @lll_123_lll

Summary- Short story for each demon interacting with a human child- Kokushibo, Akaza, Douma, Hantengu, Gyokko, Daki

Genre- Fluff

Warnings- None

Part one(here|| Part two||

Kokushibo

As Kokushibo walks through a peaceful village, he notices a small child playing with a wooden sword. Intrigued by the child's innocence, he decides to approach and kneels down to the child's level. The child stopped and looked at him wide eyed, '' Are you a samurai, mister?'' Kokushibo expression softened, ''Indeed, little one.''

The child jumped up in excitement, ''Wow, Can you show me some cool moves? Pretty please!?''

For a moment, Kokushibo, contemplates the request. Surprisingly, he decides to humour the child. With grace and precision, he performs a series of fluid sword movements, creating an intricate display of swordsmanship.

The child clapped in glee, '' That was amazing! Can I try too?''Kokushibo hands the child a small, wooden practice sword, showing them a basic stance. The child mimics his movements, albeit with less finesse. ''Excellent effort, young one... With dedication, you may become a skilled warrior.''

Douma

''Why do you have fangs? Are you a scary monster?"

Douma was taken aback but then chuckled softly, amused by the innocence of the child. "These fangs are a part of what I am, I need them to eat!''

The child, not completely satisfied with the answer, pointed to Douma's mouth and said, "Can I see them up close? I want to look!!''

Douma hesitated for a moment, contemplating whether to allow the child to get so close. However, he had no ill intentions and decided to humour her curiosity. With a nod, he opened his mouth wide, revealing his sharp fangs. Unfazed by the intimidating sight, The child leaned in closer to inspect the fangs. She reached out tentatively and touched one of them with her small fingers.

"They're sharp," she observed with wide-eyed wonder.

Douma, surprised by the child's boldness, couldn't help but smile. "Indeed, they are. But remember, appearances can be deceiving. It's essential to look beyond what you see on the surface."

Akaza

The moment the girl spotted Akaza, her eyes widened with excitement. She approached him fearlessly, her curiosity overcoming any apprehension she might have had. "Wow! Your hair is so pink! It's like cherry blossoms! Can I touch it?" she exclaimed, her enthusiasm contagious.

Akaza, taken aback by the girl's boldness, hesitated for a moment. Demons were not accustomed to such innocent interactions. However, something about the child's pure fascination touched a chord within him. "Uh, well, it's not something people usually ask," he replied, unsure of how to respond to such an unusual request.

The little girl beamed, undeterred by Akaza's initial uncertainty. "Please? I promise I won't pull it or anything. I just want to feel it! It looks so soft and pretty!"

Akaza couldn't help but crack a small smile at the girl's sincerity. Slowly, he nodded, allowing her to approach. Gently, she reached out and delicately ran her fingers through the strands of his pink hair. The texture surprised her, and a giggle escaped her lips. "It's softer than I imagined! Your hair is really nice, mister demon!"

Akaza found himself chuckling. Emboldened by the positive response, the girl continued to play with Akaza's hair, creating impromptu hairstyles and sharing her infectious laughter.

Hantengu (Main body)

The child's eyes fixated on the peculiar lump on Hantengu's head. "What's that big lump on your head?" she inquired, her concern evident in her voice.

Hantengu's faces displayed a mix of embarrassment and discomfort.'' I- I dont know, I've always had it! I'm not lying this time either!''

The child, being a compassionate soul, couldn't bear to see anyone in distress. Without a second thought, she took a step forward and planted a small, innocent kiss on the lump. Hantengu's face immediately transformed into expressions of surprise and gratitude.

"There, now it's better," The child said with a smile, her eyes sparkling with kindness.

Hantengu, touched by the child's pure heart, felt a warmth spreading through his body. "Thank you, little one. You possess a kindness that is rare even among humans."

Gyokko

Gyokko observed the child doodle in the dirt with a small stick, a display of untapped creativity. Intrigued, Gyokko decided to share his passion for painting with the young artist.

Gyokko teleported beside the child. In his hands, he conjured a set of vibrant paints and brushes, as if summoning colours from the very air. The child's eyes widened in amazement as Gyokko presented the tools of creation.

"Art is like the dance of a butterfly," Gyokko spoke, his voice gentle like a breeze. "Let the colors flow, and your heart guide the brush."

Gyokko dipped his brush into a pool of blue paint and began to demonstrate fluid strokes on a blank canvas. the child, fascinated, mimicked the motions with a mixture of excitement and concentration.

Gyokko and the child painted side by side, creating a masterpiece that mirrored the beauty of their newfound friendship.

In the quiet of the night, Gyokko spoke words of encouragement to the child. "Every stroke tells a story, and every colour holds an emotion. Let your imagination soar like a bird in the sky, young one."

Under Gyokko's guidance, the child discovered not only the art of painting but also the power of expression and self-discovery.

Daki

Daki's beauty was enhanced by the intricate layers of silk, vibrant colours, and elegant accessories. She moved through the crowd gracefully, her presence drawing both admiration and whispers. Unknown to her, a wide-eyed human had been trailing behind, mesmerized by the ethereal vision.

With her innocent curiosity, tugged on the hem of Daki's exquisite kimono, her eyes filled with admiration. Daki, though known for her short temper, couldn't help but soften at the sight of the little girl.

"Wow, you look so pretty!" The child exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with wonder.

Daki turned her attention to the child, a small smile playing on her lips. "Thank you, little one. You seem to have an eye for beauty," she replied, her voice as silky as her attire.

Undeterred by the imposing aura of a demon, asked, "Can I look pretty like you too? I want to wear such beautiful clothes!"

Daki crouched down to the child eye level, her long, silky hair cascading around her. "Of course, you can, little one. Beauty is not just in the clothes we wear but in the kindness of our hearts.''

As Daki spoke, she noticed the simple charm bracelet on the child's wrist. She reached into the folds of her kimono and took a delicate flower hairpin. "Here, take this. It will make you look even more beautiful."

The child's eyes widened as she accepted the gift, a radiant smile spreading across her face. Daki, for a moment, found herself enchanted by the purity of the child's joy.

"Thank you, miss!" The child exclaimed, twirling around with newfound delight.

Daki watched as she skipped away, her heart touched by the innocence of a child who saw beyond the dangers of the world. As the festival continued, Daki couldn't help but feel a warmth in her heart, a reminder that beauty, in its truest form, transcends appearances and lies within the bonds that connect people.

A/N=Added Gyokko and Daki

[sanjisleggy]

the siren and the sun (ace x reader) [pt1]

a/n: here it is,, on 1st Jan 2025,,, the first part of my childhood friend!reader x ace series! :D i honestly have no concrete plan going forward but i’m rly excited to work on this so i hope you guys enjoy reading it as well <3

contents: fem!reader, descriptions of drowning, very pining!Ace, lowkey jealous!Ace, some angst, protective dad!Whitebeard

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part 2

i. 

the salty ocean water was frigid, nearly sending your flailing body into shock purely from the sudden cold. as you struggled to keep your head above water, the waves crashed mercilessly against each other, leaving you as merely collateral damage.

you could faintly hear the cries of the boy you left home with. 

he screamed your name, his panicked voice intermingling with the sound of thunder and pouring rain. every now and then you could feel his calloused yet slippery hand brush against yours in a futile attempt to pull you aboard the tiny fishing boat you’d set sail on weeks ago.

you wake up with a start, body jolting upward as your foggy mind takes its time separating the dream of your past from your present. you feel the faint bobbing of the Moby Dick and realise your crew must’ve docked while you were still asleep. 

rubbing your sleepy eyes, you struggle to remember what Marco had told you last night–something about a rookie pirate crew causing trouble for Jinbei. however, before you can recall all the details, you hear a knock on your door.

“come in,” you groan as you crawl out of bed whilst your visitor swings open the door. speak of the devil, you think to yourself as the Phoenix himself greets you a good morning.

his was the first face you saw when you came to. the unfamiliar man was gentle and patient even when you tried your hardest to punch him in the face out of panic. you were in a room–an infirmary?–that you’d never seen before in your life with wires and tubes of all kinds attached to your body.

a simple glance down at your clothes made your face heat up when you realised someone must’ve changed them for you while you were unconscious. the shame of the revelation was short-lived, however, when the only door in the room swung open to reveal someone you never thought you’d meet in your whole life.

“there’s someone you might want to see,” your closest crewmate announces without any further elaboration. “i’ll wait for you in the infirmary.” Marco shoots you a smile before heading off, not bothering to wait for a response.

curiosity getting the better of you, you quickly wash up and change your clothes before exiting your room. your crewmates greet you good morning as you speed past them, your legs moving on autopilot towards the place you spend the most time in–second only to your own personal quarters. just a few steps away from the infirmary door, you hear muffled yelling followed by the deep toned voice you’d come to love and cherish.

before you stood Whitebeard himself, the strongest man alive. just his mere presence was enough to both render you speechless and freeze you in place as you stared unblinkingly up at the man who was so tall his head nearly brushed the ceiling. the first man you saw, meanwhile, simply stood in the corner of the room with his arms crossed, an oddly relaxed smile on his face.

“you’re lucky to be alive, little one,” Whitebeard said, his voice so deep you swore the entire room trembled. “we aren’t holding you captive so stop making a fuss. you may leave whenever you wish.”

“i have nowhere else to go.” you couldn’t help the tears as they welled up in your eyes, the shock of your near-death experience hitting you suddenly all at once. digging your fingers into your scalp, you hung your head and cried. “all i remember was falling out of the boat my friend and i were on during a storm. i don’t even know if he’s alive anymore. i don’t know what to do!”

the two men watched in silence as you sobbed but even then you could tell there was no judgement on their end. you felt no shame or embarrassment as you cried in their presence, only an odd sense of comfort.

“then be my daughter,” Whitebeard said simply, “and live your life as you wish.”

before you can even reach out your hand to grab the door knob, the entire door flies off its hinges. it shoots past your face, barely grazing your nose, and hits the deck railing before falling overboard entirely, hitting the sea below with a splash… and a sizzle?

your initial shock morphs into annoyance and anger, your heart clearly not pleased to be tested in such a way so soon after waking. you turn to face the infirmary doorway–now missing the whole door–and mentally prepare yourself to use your Devil Fruit ability in the case of an intruder.

a tall silhouette emerges from the smoke flooding the room but before you can see their face, you spot a ball of fire appearing where their hand should be. then, the person runs straight towards you.

“(Y/N)!” you hear some of your crewmates cry out in surprise as the intruder bodyslams you into the railing. the both of you still engulfed by the smoke exiting the infirmary, you’re unable to make out the stranger’s face as they reach out to grab your neck with their other hand reeled back, flames still dancing on their fingertips. gripping the hand that continues to grasp your throat, you struggle to pry yourself free.

“st–” you feel the familiar numbing sensation spread across your throat and tongue as you activate your Devil Fruit ability. however, before you can complete the command, the remaining smoke clears to reveal the face of your assailant and your eyes widen in recognition.

“Ace?” you gasp, your heart, already beating rapidly from the shock of the attack, races even faster. it pounds fiercely within the confines of your ribcage, almost threatening to burst free from your body entirely as you stare up at the boy you never thought you’d see again.

“you’re alive?” Ace murmurs, the flames wrapped around his curled fist dissipating into nothingness as he lets go of your throat quickly–as though you were the one set ablaze and he’d been burnt. “you’re alive!” he repeats breathlessly before he wraps his arms around you and buries his face into the crook of your neck.

you feel a wetness on your skin as the boy begins to tremble, hands gripping onto your clothes for dear life whilst he slowly sinks to his knees, pulling you down with him. you’re quick to return the hug, your teary eyes fluttering shut as you bask in the long-forgotten feeling of being hugged by Portgas D. Ace.

ii. 

you’re so pretty.

sitting cross-legged on your bed, Ace watches you silently as you move about your room, tidying up loose clothes and random belongings scattered about. seemingly too focused on cleaning up, you fail to realise how intently he stares. his eyes stay pinned to your face, occasionally trailing down to the rest of you but always going back to your face–the face he’d spent countless sleepless nights trying his hardest to never forget; the face that haunted him in his dreams.

he wanted badly to tell you how he felt. although, he considered himself lucky enough you hadn’t caught on yet yourself, considering how red his face must’ve looked–especially right now as he watched Luffy swing amongst the trees with you clinging onto his back.

his younger brother laughed with little restraint while you screamed, almost on the verge of tears; and yet you never asked to be put back down on the ground. all three of you knew how much you loved adrenaline rushes.

Ace simply watched as he laid on the grass, the upper half of his body propped up by his arms. it was a hot day on Dawn Island but he was mostly protected from the sun’s rays by the shade provided by the same trees his brother and you played on.

just then you’d let out yet another yelp of surprise–the result of a particularly sharp drop, courtesy of Luffy–and Ace swore his heart stopped for just a second. he’d felt his arms and legs twitch on their own accord, as though instinctively prepared to catch you if you fell.

“Ace?” your voice snaps him out of his reverie. it’s older now, just a bit more mature than how he’d remembered it. you look older, as well, though you hadn’t grown any much taller. he recalls how for the first few years of your friendship, you loved reminding him how much taller you were–only to watch helplessly as he easily outgrew you in your mid-teens. “Ace?” you call his name again, this time waving your hand in front of his face.

“yeah?” he blinks a couple of times as though grounding himself back to reality. you’re leaning over slightly now, face hovering close enough to his own that he can feel the faint wisps of your breath. Ace feels his own face grow warm and hopes you don’t think too much of it. 

“Pops said you can stay in my room so i asked Marco to lend me some of his old clothes in case you want to change into something else.”

“who says i’m staying?” the words slip out before Ace can even process their meaning. in all honesty, he wants nothing more than to be by your side again but the thought of pledging any kind of allegiance to Whitebeard makes his blood run hot.

“oh.” you don’t try very hard to hide the disappointment on your face and almost immediately Ace wishes he can take it all back. “sorry, i guess i just assumed you were going to join us.” you shoot him a halfhearted smile before turning to walk away to pick up some books you’d left scattered on the floor nearby.

us? when was the last time you and i were separate ‘us’s?

“(Y/N), i–” he tries to speak without thinking about what he wants to say, hoping only to somehow salvage the conversation.

“no, it’s fine.” you cut him off and Ace can tell from the tone of your voice that you mean what you’re about to say with full sincerity. “you have your own crew now, right? the Spade Pirates? i like that name.” you turn to look at him again, this time with a much less forced smile. “both you and Luffy always wanted to be captains so i understand.”

you can come with me.

“i’m here to kill Whitebeard.” 

“i know.”

“you’re not gonna try to stop me?”

“she doesn’t have to,” a third voice intervenes from the open door of your quarters. Ace’s head snaps sharply in the direction of the intruder, sparks already flying from his fingertips as he glares at who he recognises as the man who had apparently nursed him back to health.

Marco merely smiles at Ace before entering your room fully with an arm full of clothes. Ace watches as the older man stands close to you, even ducking his head slightly to say something just out of earshot. you reply with your own whispered murmurs, clearly not wanting Ace to listen in on any part of the conversation.

the thought alone makes his heart sink. he can’t remember the last time you’d left him out on something.

iii.

although he’s curious, Ace doesn’t bother asking Marco what he’d meant when he said you “didn’t have to” stop him. simply chalking it up to some vague attempt at subtly reminding him of the Whitebeard crew’s overwhelming manpower. much to his chagrin, though, he finds himself constantly presented with the opportunity to clarify his doubts with the crew’s doctor since it seems like you work closely with him.

“he’s following you around like a puppy,” Marco comments as the two of you make your way to the dining room with Ace trailing closely behind, his hand holding loosely onto the free-hanging excess of your belt. you simply laugh in response, shooting a quick glance at him before returning your attention to your crewmate. as much as he’s tempted to throw a punch at the older man for the perceived slight, he holds himself back for your sake.

“join me tomorrow. let’s set sail together.” his eyes shone brightly even under the cover of night. Ace grabbed your hands, engulfing them in his own larger ones as he pulled you closer. “we can start our own crew and you’ll be my first mate.”

your lack of response lasted for a minute that felt far too uncomfortable, so much so that he’d almost started second-guessing himself. maybe he’d assumed too much thinking you’d want to follow someone like him.

“what makes you think you won’t be my first mate?” you laughed, unaware of how with just a few words you’d lifted an enormous weight off his shoulders. “what if i wanna be captain? will you take back your offer?”

“i might consider it.”

“consider uninviting me?” you gasped in an exaggerated manner.

“nope. i might consider letting you be captain. no guarantees, though.” you knew he’d said it as a joke–which it was–but a small part of Ace knew, if it really came down to it, he wouldn’t mind being your first mate.

dinner is incredibly uncomfortable–for Ace, at least. for some reason you’d chosen to sit right across from Whitebeard himself while Marco opted to sit beside his captain and, thusly, directly across from Ace.

the first few minutes of eating go without any conversation with your table being the only one that remains completely silent. meanwhile, the rest of the crew that had chosen to also eat in the room instead of out on the deck go about chatting animatedly–at the very least, the endless noise makes for a good distraction from the fact that the man Ace so desperately wants to kill is sitting right in front of him.

“i hear you refuse to join my crew,” Whitebeard finally says, looking directly into Ace’s eyes with the calmness one would not find in a man speaking to his wannabe-assassin.

“i won’t need to join you once i kill you.” out of the corner of his eye, he sees you shooting him a look but he’s far too busy gritting his teeth and keeping it together to break eye contact. 

“very well,” Whitebeard chuckles heartily, “feel free to keep trying.” Marco smirks at his captain’s response and it takes all of Ace’s willpower not to start a fight right then and there. “in that case, though, i won’t let you share (Y/N)’s room.”

“Pops!” you whined in protest. “it’s fine, i trust Ace. he can stay with me.”

“there’s no way i’m risking my beloved daughter’s life. you may trust him but i don’t. not yet, at least.”

without considering that his actions might just prove Whitebeard right, Ace swings his fist at the older man as he lunges across the table. all he can see in that moment is red, his heart pounding his burning blood through the veins in his body.

“don’t tell (Y/N) what she can or can’t do,” Ace barks, “she was my friend before she became your daughter!” as his fiery fist nears Whitebeard’s face, the younger man takes a split second to realise no one’s reacting, not even the target himself.

“stop!” your voice rings out throughout the room but it sounds different somehow. though you said but a single word, Ace feels it linger in the air far longer than any noise should, the sound itself almost feeling as though it’s piercing his brain through his ears. the onlookers all wince in response but none of them look nearly as affected as he does.

it’s right then he realises: he can’t move. 

his now-extinguished fist remains midair, his knuckles just a few centimetres from Whitebeard’s nose, as his body stays frozen and lunged across the table. his mind is still clearly in his control, Ace can tell at the very least, but he’s physically unable to move at all. he screams at himself internally to do something, anything, to break free but it’s as though something somewhere deep in his subconscious is stopping him from doing what he wants. 

“release.” you command before Ace’s body slumps like a ragdoll onto the dining table, his face slamming directly into the aged wood. he hears the sound of ceramic and metal hitting the ground as he groans, suddenly feeling an overwhelming wave of exhaustion wash over him.

“i’m so sorry,” you say frantically as he feels your warm hands pull him off the table and back into a sitting position beside you. “you left me no choice, Ace.” with one hand cupping his face, turning his head to look at you, the other combs through his wavy hair and he nearly shudders from the feeling of your nails scratching his scalp.

as you continue to fuss over him, even going so far as to grab a few napkins to clean up his face and clothes, Ace remains in a daze. he can hear Whitebeard and Marco conversing from across the table but their words fly over his head as he keeps his eyes pinned on you. he still feels a tad breathless, though now he’s unsure if it’s because of what you’d done to him just a moment ago, or rather because you’re taking care of him.

Ace grabs the hand you have cupping his face and holds it there, basking in its warmth which used to be familiar. allowing his eyes to flutter closed, he nuzzles his face into your palm, uncaring of the stares undoubtedly being pointed his way. 

he realises, slowly, how much you’ve grown and changed. how different you are from the girl he grew up with; and yet everything about you still feels the same. the warmth of your hand, the way you smell, the inflections in your voice. feeling a pang in his chest, it dawns on Ace that, at some point, he’ll have to choose between his goal of killing Whitebeard and being with you. 

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[jadeshifting]

— WHY DO WE USE FACE CLAIMS ? ( on self expression vs. self acceptance )

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there’s no right way or wrong way to reality shift !! it’s your desired reality, i was just thinking a lot about this and wanted to explore it :^) you’re a hottie no matter what

let’s get real for a sec—for a lot of people, reality shifting is a big box to unpack. you’re diving headfirst into worlds you’ve daydreamed of, stepping into lives that feel almost too good to be true. and for many shifters, deciding how you’re going to look in that world is a massive part of the process. are you going in with your current face, turning up the dial on your best features, or picking a whole new look entirely? let’s unpack why people use face claims and how it connects to self-expression and self-acceptance without pinning down a “right” or “wrong” way to do it—because there is none

I’LL GLOW IF I WANT TO

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when you’re scripting your desired reality, the sky’s the limit. wanna rock Cleopatra-level cheekbones or walk around looking like a Hollywood heartthrob? go for it. face claims can basically be considered the ultimate form of creative self-expression. shifting gives people a chance to experiment with how they present themselves—trying on different faces the way you’d try on a new style. it’s not about hating your current appearance; it’s about exploring what it would be like to see yourself in a completely different light

think about it like this: when you pick an outfit, you’re not rejecting your body; you’re accentuating it. choosing a face claim is the same vibe. sometimes, shifters just want to see themselves with glowing emerald eyes, elfin features, or hair that looks like it was spun from gold. it’s an art project with you as the canvas

I’M THE STANDARD IN THIS REALITY

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for those of us who stick with our current face but tweak it to perfection (a nose here, a sharper jawline there—speaking from experience), it’s about self-acceptance with a little razzle-dazzle. you’re not flipping the script entirely; you’re just adding a few edits, or maybe just editing how people view it. a lot of shifters script that everyone in their DR thinks they’re the most beautiful person in the world—understandable, who wouldn’t want the reactions of the world around you to reflect a truth you already know? (read: you’re the baddest)

this approach is less about changing who you are and more about experiencing a version of yourself where insecurities don’t exist. it’s a way of rewriting how others perceive you, which can feel insanely validating. shifting to a world where people light up just by looking at you? that’s not shallow—it’s empowering, and it’s what you deserve

FACE CLAIMS AS FANTASY FULFILLMENT

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okay, let’s talk pure fantasy. sometimes using a face claim has zero to do with insecurity or self-critique—it’s about stepping into a role you feel your DR self is playing. if you’re shifting to Hogwarts, maybe you want to look like a mysterious, windswept witch straight out of a gothic novel. if you’re heading into a fame DR, maybe you want a face that screams “paparazzi magnet”

face claims let you embody a version of yourself that you feel is so totally different from your CR identity that they can’t even look the same. for some people. it’s about blending into the world you’re shifting to and adding an extra layer of immersion

THE “WHAT IF” FACTOR

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there’s also this delicious curiosity about what it would feel like to be someone new. not just becoming aware of a different reality, but of a whole new body. it’s not always about beauty; sometimes, it’s about seeing how the world reacts to you differently. does having piercing blue eyes change the way people treat you? does a sharp jawline give you a more commanding presence? face claims let you experiment with identity in ways that aren’t always possible in your CR

this curiosity doesn’t have to mean dissatisfaction with yourself. it’s more like flipping through the “what if” scenarios in your brain—testing out new lenses to see the world, and yourself, through

SELF-ACCEPTANCE IS STILL THE GOAL

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here’s the thing: reality shifting isn’t an escape from yourself—it’s a chance to celebrate yourself. whether you’re sticking with your current face, making a few edits, or picking an entirely different look, it all comes down to what feels right for you

the process of scripting can even boost self-acceptance in your CR. you might script yourself as flawless in your DR, but the more you embrace that idealized version of yourself, the more you start seeing those qualities in your current self, too. you spend endless amounts of time siiiiigh-ing over all the amazing things your DR self is going to experience, but when you realize they’re always you at the end of the day, that confidence spills into every version of yourself you become aware of, including in your CR

THE FREEDOM TO CHOOSE

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at the end of the day, the beauty of reality shifting is that there are no rules. your DR is your playground, and you get to decide how you show up. whether you’re rocking your current face, tweaking a few features, or going full-on face claim mode, it’s all valid. self-expression and self-acceptance aren’t opposites—they’re two sides of the same coin.

so, the next time someone gives you side-eye for using a face claim, just remember: you’re traveling the multiverse. you’re not bound by CR norms, insecurities, or expectations. you’re becoming aware of your most preferred self, and that’s a privilege most people can’t even fathom.

regardless of whether you’re rocking your current look or testing out a whole new vibe, the goal is to feel good about you. so, don’t overthink it. face claims, tweaks, or au naturel—it’s all about feeling like the star of your own universe. and honestly? you already are

happy shifting !! xx :^)

[envy-of-the-apple]

Hihihihi!! Happy Belated Bday!!!! I hope you had a good day 💗

Just wanna say again I love ya writing 🤍 Question for the Naha AU, Would the Naga hatchlings be able to speak English since they grew up around reader? And do you think Satoru and Suguru would develop more speech the longer they’re around reader?

Could y’all maybe stop giving me ideas for the naga au??? This isn't very nice

Top of the Food Chain pt 3

Part One Part two

(Dark!naga!Satosugu x reader)

(Warnings: implied forced relationship, yandere, dark content etc etc)

"I saw a shark today."

That certainly caught your attention.

"I'm sorry, you what?"

"Triangle fins, sharp teeth," Nobara casually continues, "a shark."

You move, more worried than upset. "Did it attack you? Are you okay?"

You glance down at her body. In just a few years, she'd grown to be slightly smaller than you. In terms of looks, she's resembles a human pre-teen. Compared to her brothers, she looks more human too. Her hair can hide the fins that protrude where her ears should be. Her eyes are more human, rounder. If it weren't for her tail, swishing in the water behind her, you wouldn't be able to tell the difference.

"We did fight." Nobara grins. Sharp teeth, just like her fathers'.

"Not funny," you reply.

"We did! Can you guess who won? I'll give you a hint: she's right in front of you."

She manages to pull a laugh out of you. You shake your head at her, more exasperated than anything else.

"No more fighting any more sharks," you tell her, but when she grins wider, you know she won't listen.

In human years, she's barely an infant. In Naga years, she's barely a teenager. Yet, she's so independent. Nobara started hunting for herself as soon as she started staying in the water around the clock. Not even Yuji and Megumi became this hands-off, despite both being larger than her.

It's probably why you had a soft spot for her. You'd never admit this to the other two hatchlings, but Nobara was your favorite (and you had a feeling she knew it, too). She resembles you in a way. Different, from the rest of the group. A bit isolated. It doesn't help that neither of her fathers seemed to be interested in her as soon as she started venturing into the water. You can count the number of times they've visited her on your hand. And you were pretty sure it had more to do with the fact you were with her, rather than Nobara herself.

She was alone. Much like you are.

The siren hums, giving you a small 'aye captain', which causes you to laugh again. Despite how uncaring she appeared, you were certain Nobara liked it when you worried for her. Cared about her. You just wished she wouldn't go to extremes just to get your attention.

Her expression brightens just then. Her tail swishes, creating small waves as she rises up. You were a few feet away, right at the bank, looking down at her as she wiggled.

"Oh! I found more human things!" She excitedly told you.

"Did you?" you ask, tilting your head, smiling.

There's a nod, before she's diving down, disappearing into the depths. She comes back up to the surface a few minutes later, depositing a few trinkets onto the bank.

It's your fault for instilling such a curiosity for humans. She was the first to pick up your tongue, practically a native speaker by the time she started to swim. Because of her ability to venture into the ocean, she started picking up strange objects, returning back to you. You and her would sit for hours, sifting through the stuff she brought. Her fascination with humankind thrilled you. You were always more than willing to share your knowledge with Nobara.

"What are they?" she asks in pure fascination.

"Hm, let's see," you reply, looking through the stuff.

It was a rather small haul. You didn't mind. She's found a couple of interesting things today.

"Oh, a claw clip," you note, picking the plastic contraption with both hands, "you use this to hold your hair, to get it out of your face."

It's pretty. Cheap looking, but ultimately pretty. You like the designs. It's a pretty color too. Periwinkle.

Nobara looks at the hair ornament with wonder.

"A claw clip." She tries.

"Here, I'll show you. Turn around." You tell her.

She does as she's told, swishing in the water. You lean over the bank, grabbing her beautiful hair. You needed to be careful. Nagafolk have more sensitive hair than yours but she doesn't seem to mind your fumbling. When you're finished adjusting the clip, you ask her to look at her reflection in the water.

"Well?" you ask.

"Wow," she gushes, "I look so cute!"

You laugh, light and airy. She beams at you, and for a moment, she looks like a kid, with no sharp teeth, no desire to go shark hunting.

"What else?" she asks, moving back to the bank.

You hum, picking up the book next. It was soggy from all the time it had spent in the water. You could somewhat make out what was on the title. But the ink on the inside was completely ruined.

"Books don't do well in water," you tell her with a pitied smile, "sorry."

She frowns but urges you to explain the last object. You'd been purposefully saving it for last. In a strange way, it was sentimental to you.

"A camera," you explain, "you can use it to take pictures."

"Pictures?" Nobara echoes.

"Remember those photographs you found last week? Pictures and photographs are the same thing." Nobara nods at your explanation.

She takes the camera from your fingers, examining it.

"We can get pictures from this?" She asks, and you can't help but note the excitement in her tone.

"Not from this camera no," you tell her, "Human technology and water don't mix."

She huffs. Her expression oddly reminds you of Suguru's whenever Satoru did something disappointing. She truly was her father's daughter.

"That's stupid," she finally tells you and you have to throw your head up and laugh. Your shoulders shake. You can catch a hint of a smile from her before she goes back to examining the camera.

It's cheap, one of those disposable ones you'd find at the check-out aisle at a grocery store. It was a hassle to take care of, working with the film, taking it to someone who could turn it into something visual. You knew that because-

"-We took a camera just like this for our trip," you start, "We were supposed to take pictures of every island that we visited. Something we could have taken home with us."

The cruise. The explosion. You washing up on this hellhole of an island. It felt like years ago, but how long ago was it? You'd already lost your sense of time.

"Mom?"

You glance up. Her eyes are thoughtful, staring you down. Too wide, you can't help but think. Her eyes are too wide to be human. Because she isn't human. She wasn't one of you.

"If you could, would you leave?"

It takes you a moment to process her words. You can't formulate a response, not quickly enough. This should be the time when you become the adult she's looking for. When you coddle her and assure her that you will never leave her.

When you open your mouth, nothing comes out.

The reason why Nobara was your favorite, was because she was a lot more smarter than you.

Her eyes flick down. Her hands, still holding the camera, grip tighter threatening to break-

Then, she straightens herself. Posture righted, angled, taut. Her fins flare out before flattening. She could smell them coming.

You, on the other hand, heard them before you saw them.

A breaking of twigs, a silent hiss. You expect it, yet you still flinch when a clawed hand rests on your shoulder.

You can feel yourself deflate. Times up.

In front of you, Nobara frowns, unimpressed. You can feel Satoru nuzzle his face into your neck. Suguru is clicking something to the hatchling. In turn, her face curls into a sneer. She hisses something back.

You hate it when they do this, ignore you in favor of speaking a language you'd never understand. Satoru and Suguru would always gleefully leave you out. Nobara, however, was far more accommodating.

"What's he saying?" You ask her.

She huffs, crossing her arms and looking away.

"He asked if I took you out to the open ocean."

You glance at Suguru, hoping your face is as disapproving as you feel. Suguru meets your gaze, a silent challenge.

"Did you?" A new voice comes.

Yuji appears first out of the foliage with a bright smile and wide eyes. He's followed by his second oldest sibling. Megumi gives a slight warning hiss when his youngest sibling almost barrels him over.

"I didn't!" Nobara insists, glaring at Yuji. He only grins back, glinting his sharp fangs. Smile of a predator, you think to yourself.

"Nothing like that happened." You turned to Suguru, "We just stayed here. I never left."

It was a promise to both of them, one you hope none of the hatchlings heard. Or at least, paused enough to decipher.

Yuji and Megumi slither up to greet you despite you still being trapped in Satoru's hold. The larger naga huffs, not happy with the sudden attention you're receiving. You ignore Satoru, smiling when Megumi briefly touches your arm in affection. Yuji gently leans down to bump foreheads.

"I don't get why you two had to come along," Satoru says, his tone light, but you can still sense the annoyance. His hold over you becomes ever so slightly constricting. Even all these years, and he's still terrified of you being taken away.

They both are, even when Suguru tries to deny his paranoia.

Yuji pouts at his father's words. He turns to you.

"You were gone forever." He whines. "We got worried."

When Megumi glances away, you know he shares the sentiment. It's nice to know that despite their reptilian features, you could still instill a semblance of humanity within these three.

"I didn't mean to scare you," You say, not just talking to the hatchlings, "I wanted to spend time with Nobara for a bit. Look at the things she brought!"

You mention to the human artifacts. In response, Suguru picks up the camera with sharp claws. Neither Suguru nor Satoru had ever been interested in the things humanity tossed on their shores.

The boys follow in their father's footsteps. Yuji only nods, Megumi doesn't even bother giving a response. No matter how hard you tried, only Nobara was truly interested in human culture.

To prove your point, she hisses, her fins flattening to the sides when Suguru handles the camera too roughly for her taste.

"Careful!" She warns. "Don't break it."

An amused smile before Suguru tosses the camera in her direction. She catches it just before it hits the water, still scowling. He doesn't react to your look of disapproval. Satoru laughs, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

Suguru titters something in her direction. Nobara hisses. Yuji and Megumi also stiffen. You fight the urge to sigh. You don't need a translator to know what he's saying.

"Megumi, Yuji," you call, "stay with your sister for a bit, please? Your fathers and I need to talk for a bit."

Yuji's more than happy to dive into the water with his sister. She squabbles with him, dunking his head under the water in an attempt of casual drowning. Megumi's the one who hesitates. You've always thought he knew more than he let on.

You give him an encouraging smile.

"Go on."

You wait until their heads dip underwater. Then, you wait a few moments more, prolonging the inevitable.

"You shouldn't scare them like that." You finally say, not looking at either of them. "They're just kids."

"She's old enough to understand the dangers of you being in the water," Suguru responds.

"Of course she is, but she doesn't need constant reminders." You're not arguing. You're not arguing. "They—the hatchlings—don't need to see me as weak."

"But you are." Satoru playfully says. As if to prove it, he curls his hands around your hips and waist, easily hoisting you into his arms. You knew better than to struggle, reluctantly putting your arms around his neck.

"I know my own weaknesses. They don't need to coddle me. I get that enough from you two."

Satoru shrugs, burying his head back into your neck, soaking in your warmth.

"In any case," Suguru continues his earlier conversation. You watch as he glides over, a clawed arm caressing your shoulder, "you shouldn't be out with her for so long. The boys will start to notice your favoritism sooner or later."

You frown at his words. "I'm not playing favorites. At least Megumi and Yuji have each other. Nobara's out here all alone."

Nobara had fully developed her gills when she was just a year old. The more she spent her time out in the ocean, the more worried you got for her loneliness.

Suguru hums at your words, tracing your legs.

"She won't be lonely for long. Aren't the females migrating this season, Satoru?"

The other naga nods. "Yeah, this new moon. She'll make plenty of friends in the open ocean."

You blink at Satoru's words, trying to sit up from his embrace. He just huffs in annoyance, gripping you tighter.

"She—Nobara's leaving?" You ask.

Suguru smiles, enjoying your naivety.

"Of course, my love. All hatchlings do. Soon enough, Megumi and Yuji will go out and scout their own territories. Don't human young leave their parents once they're old enough?"

They do. You have. But in human years, Nobara, Megumi, and Yuji are still toddlers. In naga years, they're barely teenagers. To you, they're still babies. They're so young. Would they be able to fend for themselves out there?

Nobara asked if you could leave, would you. Maybe she wasn't just asking for your sake.

"If anything, that's good for us!" Satoru exclaims. "The caves' getting too crowded. It'd be nice to finally get to stretch out again."

Suguru nods in agreement. When you don't share their joy, he leans down to your eye level.

"You'll miss them, hm?" He asks.

You nod. There's no need to lie. He laughs at your honesty, kissing your cheek.

"I'm sure they'll visit from time to time," he assures, "hatchlings don't typically have any sentiment for their parents, but I'm sure the three will make an exception for you."

"Besides," Satoru pipes in. "The nest won't be empty for too long."

You look up at him in mild alarm.

"What do you mean by that?"

Suguru gives his mate a soft smile.

"This was our first mating season," he explains, "a success, I'd like to call it. We'll have many more sets of hatchlings in the future."

They both peer down at you. Eyes turn to slits. Purple and blue.

"And you'll be a wonderful parent to all of them. Just like you were to our first three."

[sjyuns]

🗒️ 、KISS IT BETTER BABY

playboy! jake x fem reader 762 words warning kissing genre fluff mikaela’s note this and intentions are literally the same because i love playboys

“You act as if you’re obsessed with me, Jake,” you point out, eyes playfully rolling back at him, the absolute bane of your parent’s existence, your boyfriend.

The dim lighting of the empty corridor only does justice to Jake Sim as he glows, hair slicked back in his all black suit that made him look like Lucifer himself. And it’s utterly ironic, how he tempts you like a sinner then treats you like an angel.

“I am though,” he grins, not a single hint of embarrassment evident in his voice, “sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night screaming your name.” It’s a whisper, yet it’s loud as his words resonate in your chest, sending chills down your spine.

He bends down, your back plastered against the cool marble wall of the fancy hotel that you should know the name of, yet everything is fuzzy as you come face to face with Jake. His effect on you is everlasting, just like it was when you first met him.

Out of the many rules imposed on you, one was written in bold, highlighted in fluorescent, and drilled into your mind — never ever befriend or even talk to a Sim. They’re rude and manipulative, taking every single opportunity to drain you dry for their own gains.

But you couldn’t help your weak heart, especially not when a boy like Jake Sim stood in front of you, face sculpted like a Greek god as he adored you as if you were the one that was otherworldly.

And so it started — climbing through windows unethically when the sky was a stroke of midnight blue, lies and lies that you were feeling unwell just to get pulled into an empty room to meet Jake. It was bad, very wrong, yet not a single tinge of guilt could be found in you.

“Not here,” you mutter, palms placed flat against his muscular chest. “Someone might be watching.”

He groans, “whatever, baby, let them watch.” His eyes are etched on your lips, tongue darting out swiftly before he bends down once again, “wanna show you off for once.”

Your lips are smooth, falling open at the brush of his tongue, welcoming him as his ring clad fingers grasp your hips. It’s heaven on earth, and Jake wishes that he could have you by his side every second of the day, that he could have the only privilege he had ever wanted amidst all in his life — to kiss you whenever he wanted to.

Jake doesn’t know how it happened, maybe it was curiosity or just the pure fact that you were labelled as forbidden that made the thought of you more appealing, more intoxicating, more fun. And he never expected it to be anything more than a game, but here he was, confessing that you were all he could ever think about, dream about.

“Jake,” you whine, pushing him away with great effort before glancing around to see if anyone was watching. Jake thinks he might go insane just looking at you, swollen lips and pretty face as you stare at him in slight disappointment — but how could he ever control the urge to kiss his pretty girl.

“Jake?” He cocks his head to the side, lips slightly downturned as he laments, “we’re alone right now and you’re calling me Jake? You wound me.” He holds back a cocky smirk at the way your eyes dim at the sight of his facade.

“You can always kiss it better, baby.” The playful smirk that he’s unable to hold back now showcased on his face, and it’s times like this that you find yourself cursing Jake Sim and his godly charm. He’s playing with you, and it’s painfully obvious, and you can’t seem to do anything but stare with burning red ears and cheeks.

“C’mon baby, don’t be shy, I’m all yours.” You can feel his hot breath hitting your lips, fingers caressing your waist as he pulls you closer and gives you nothing but teasing glances as he waits for you to initiate the kiss.

“We’re not supposed to do this,” you murmur, yet your actions oppose your words as you close the gap between his lips and yours, pure ecstasy as he smiles into the kiss.

Again and again, as Jake Sim pressed soft kisses on your lips, under the dim lighting of the hallway, just a few metres away from your parents. But he thinks it doesn’t matter what the consequences might be, he’d be fine as long as you were there to kiss it better.

© SJYUNS

[strawberryfairi]

"When he loves to tame his pretty, little brat..."

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Your boyfriend lives for the way you whimper and whine as his two long fingers curl deep inside your soaking walls, hitting that sweet spot that makes your breath hitch. He has your back flush against the cool marble of the kitchen island, watching your cute little expressions intently. "What happened to all that shit you were talkin' about, pretty girl? Not too much on your mind now?" He chuckles, that deep, low, sensual chuckle that makes your heart flutter against the confines of your chest. You pout in response with a completely incoherent sentence of nothing but pitiful mewls leaving your swollen, wet lips.

His free hand glides over your bare chest, your hardened nipples stimulated from the gentle touch, then wraps around your pretty little throat.

"Say it again, angel. Tell me what you told me earlier." He purrs with a level of smugness that made you want to roll your eyes in embarrassment. You remember exactly what got you into this situation....you and that sassy ass mouth.

You thought you were doing something earlier telling him you didn't want to be his girl anymore purely out of anger and frustration. Of course you didn't mean it. He just never takes you seriously when you're angry, just stands there looking at you thinking nothing but sexual thoughts. And he admits to it every single time too!

"I-I said...I'm not you're girl anymore." You answer shakily, refusing to break eye contact as you wanted to hold on to even a little bit of the dignity you had left. "Right...that's what you said", He pauses, nodding his head slowly, "But you know what I heard?" He asks mischievously, abruptly taking his fingers from your needy pussy. Your brows slightly furrow in curiosity. "All I heard is that you just want me to fuck you like the whiny little brat you are."

Then, in one swift movement, you feel every single inch of his big shaft bully its way into you tight hole. You cry out loudly, both hands instinctually gripping his muscular forearm. His strokes are relentless, so deep and forceful. He's got your cream immediately dripping down onto the island counter, all kinds of lewd, sloppy noises coming from your pussy.

"Still wanna leave me, baby?" He coos, looking down at you with sensuous hearts in his eyes. "Uh uh! Uh uh!" You repeat over and over between, shaking your head lazily side to side. Your legs start to shake, you could feel yourself already reaching another soul-lifting orgasm. He watches you with a prideful satisfaction as your pretty eyes roll back in ecstasy. "I-..I'm gonna cum!!" You cry, loud moans beginning to quickly morph into heavy pants. He quickly pushes you towards your climax, the tightening in your core reaching that unbearable point.

Then suddenly, he just...pulls out. Leaving you laying their with the most bewildered expression across your face.

"W-what are you doin-

"Aww baby, you really thought I was gonna let you cum after talkin' to me like that?" He quips, his tone irritatingly teasing. Your face falls, a blend of annoyance and embarrassment swirling within you. He really had you thinking he was gonna give you that satisfying kind of punishment. Maybe pushing you over the edge having you orgasm all through the night, but no. He chose to be a menace, leaving you unsatisfied and mad about it.

"You better not make yourself cum either, or else we're gonna have a real problem." He adds with a little devious chuckle, basking in the way you were quite literally fuming.

"I hate you..." You grit out with the harshest glare you could muster, slowly sitting up.

"Love you too, wife." He smirks, leaning down and giving you the kind of fiery kiss that makes your toes curl.

JJK: TOJI, GOJO, SUKUNA, GETO

TOKYOREV: RAN, IZANA, HARUCHIYO, KEISUKE, WAKASA, KOKO, SHUJI, KISAKI, NAHOYA (SMILEY), RINDOU

(Whoever else comes to mind...😏)

[gothghostiie]

the religious guilt has been hitting me like a ton of bricks recently so let me cope in the only way I know how so

cw: age gap (20s/40s), a bit of angst, religious guilt, religious!reader, Virgin!reader, first time, raw sex, crying, praise, creampie, gn!reader

letting graves take their virginity?? they've been dating for a good few months, and they want to wait until marriage, that's what they've been taught is the proper thing to do after all. graves respects this, but sometimes he can't help himself, his hands wandering places they shouldn't, lips placing kisses a bit too low on your neck. technically you know you should stop him, swat his hands away with a gentle reminder that its improper - but you don't. you never do. his chapped lips grazing the slight bit of cleavage youre showing, his big hands cupping your ass or even runninh along the hem of your pants; it just feels too good. it makes your whole body heat up your cunt tingle, and your mind incredibly guilty. you pray for forgiveness every night before bed, but the thoughts dont leave your head. theyre burned into your head and you cant help but want to act on them. in theory, you know you won't go to hell for having these thoughts, especially since you do regret them. even if the curiosity is driving you mad.

Phillip never pushes you into more, he didn't even bring it up once after you explained it to him when he first made a move. that's why he's even more surprised when you suddenly place his hands on you while hes kissing you. he just wanted an innocent little kiss after waking up, but for some reason you can't hold yourself together today. the burning between your thighs is all too much, the tingling all over your body making you ache, and the only thing that soothes it seem to be his hands. so you let them, in fact you encourage them. your body scoots impossibly close to his under the sheets, lips almost trying to eat him up - it gets so much that he pulls back, catching his breath.

"what are you doin', baby?" he whispers, his voice gravelly but gentle and quiet, as if asking you to share a secret. his chest is trembling with efforr to breathe normally, eyes switching betwen your swollen lips and your wide eyes. what are you doing?

"I.." you try to speak but barely anything comes out. you blink up at him, trying to think of something to say, anything; but your lips end up faster than your brain. "I want you.." you say quietly, your face heating up. his eyes widen.

"what..?" he asks, his voice still low.

"I want you.." he takes a second, trying to register what you said.

"you mean..?" you give a nod, wondering if you look as desperate as you feel. he swallow hard. "Peach, I-" he takes a deep breath. "I thought you wanted to wait 'til we're married?" his tone is gentle, not one bit accusing. it feels loving. loving enough to push the guilt welling up in your chest down.

"I- I know but- please." you plead, hands gripping at his bare chest. he thinks hard, hesitating like he's the one who's keeping himself 'pure'. he sees your pleading eyes, your slightly trembling lip, it makes him wanna hug you.

"are you sure? like, really sure?" you nod. he nods back with a soft breath. "okay." before you know it he has you under him, kneeling between your legs and kissing you all over your neck and shoulders, worshipping your skin like its the last thing he'll ever do. you tremble slightly, nails digging into his biceps and shoulder, holding him close while his own hands snake under your shirt. he's taking his time, being slow and gentle, it makes you want to scream at him to do it before you change your mind. your breath comes out in short, harsh breaths mixed with whimpers that make you embarrassed. but he loves them, he revells in them, they're making his cock painfully hard.

he'd be lying if he said he wasn't dream about pushing his cock into your Virgin hole, hearing you cry for more while he pounds you into a mattress, but the only thing he had was his damn left hand and his imagination. but not anymore. he was about to get his dream, sooner than he thought he would. it's almost unreal when you're laying in front of him, bare and trembling with your ankles on his shoulders, his weeping tip rubbing against your sex.

you hold your breath as he slowly, gently starts pushing in, stretching you open with a low grunt. you gasp for air, you've never felt anything like this; it feels almost too good. youre a moaning mess under him sooner than later, his hands propped next to your head as youre forehead to forehead, moaning at each other between sloppy kisses. his eyes are closed, fully engulfed in the momemt, in how good you feel - until he hears a sob. his eyes shoot open, looking down at you to find tears streaming down your face. he freezes, cupping your face with both hands to get your attention. "hey, hey- what's wrong? am I hurting you?" he asks, the worry in his voice evident, he might just cry with you if you say yes. but you shake your head, another strangled sob escaping your throat. he frowns. "what's wrong? talk to me precious." he says, trying to pull back out - but the iron grip your legs have on his hips keep him in. he hesitates, watching you try to take deep breaths to calm down or at least speak to him.

when you finally do, his eyes widen. your babbling is almost incoherent, but he can make out bits and pieces and he hates what he's hearing. 'bad person', 'hell', forgive', he knows what you're trying to say. "darling.." he whispers, leaning down and placing a kiss on your forehead. he tries to sit up in hopes he can get your legs to loosen and let him pull out, but you just tighten. between all the guilt youre feeling you dont want the feeling hes giving you to ever be gone.

he sighs and sits down nonetheless, hugging you close to him while you sit on his dick, the position intimate. "don't say that. you're not a bad person. not for anything, especially not for this." you blink up at him, eyes still watering. he smiles at you. "you're doing nothing wrong doll. we love each other, no? I'm sure no one will judge you. you're a good little angel." the last words make you freeze, unintentionally clenching around him. he gasps, looking down at you with big eyes. for a moment it's just silence, the tears and guilt forgotten, his hands on your hips tighten.

"did you like that?" he asks quietly, unsure if he should keep going, you give him a nod. "you like it when I tell you how good you are? how well you're doing?" he asks, and you clench around him harder, making yourself moan. he bites his lip, slowly but surely rocking your hips up and down slightly. you press your face into his neck and move with him, the tension leaves his body as he starts pressing kisses to your shoulder again. "you're taking me so well baby.. I'm so proud of you.." he whispers. "so good for me, aren't you? youre always doing your best, no matter where. i love you so, so much-" he's cut off by his own gasp as you tighten almost painfully, your whole body tense and trembling. hes worried for a second, before catching your expression - you came. you came from his words.

the thought alone sends him on a rampage, making him wanna rut into you, pump you full of his cum - but it takes barely a few more strokes before he spills inside you with a groan. the feeling has you shudder, you slowly relax in his lap, sinking down into his cock further as he holds you close to his chest. you quietly pray that he holds you like this forever.

[shomatoriashi]

11/16/24; 09:03am

sung jinwoo x fem.reader

{ let's get married in vegas, we don't need a guest list | i don't wanna think too much | let's get matching tattoos, i don't want to think it through | baby, i'm so stupid in love with you...! }

you were nervous about attending this dinner with your beloved, celebrating your three year anniversary with him. as you made your trek towards the restaurant, the weight of the black velvet box felt heavy within the confines of your bag.

your heart couldn't seem to cease its palpitations, seeming to pump in and out of your ribcage as a sense of anticipation courses through you. with each step that you take, you were filled with memories of him and his never-ending love and kindness-

which made you think back on a series of events that let you know that he was the one...

{ ... }

you had just started out as a healer, attending your first ever raid while surrounded by hunters that you didn't know.

anxiety courses through you, making you hold your satchel close to your chest, using it as a means to calm down the rapid beats of your heart. looking at all the hunters dressed in such powerful armor all while towering over you made you feel significantly smaller.

yet in what felt like mere seconds, chaos began to ensue as groups of demonic looking trolls surrounded your team. you gasp, trying to bite back the nausea you felt as the scent of blood fills at the air with each powerful punch the monsters inflicted on the hunters.

your palms were sweating as you ran towards a fallen comrade, shakily healing them to the best of your abilities when you saw a shadow darting over you. you look back, eyes widening in surprise upon witnessing the same shadow darting all across the ravenous beasts, defeating them with only a single dagger.

the injured hunter remains unconscious while in your arms as the shadow takes the shape of a tall, lanky young man dressed in jeans and a hoodie. he sees your figure and casually approaches you, grey eyes assessing you with a sense of curiosity.

pulling down his hood, he reveals unruly black locks of hair to you and a kind smile.

"are you alright?"

perhaps this was the exact moment you fell for the hunter known as sung jinwoo.

{ ... }

is this really happening? did jinwoo really ask me out to go on a date with him?

you found yourself asking these questions, eyes looking down at the tiny bouquet that was settled in his hand. the flowers were by no means extravagant-

yet the sight of those pure white daisies were enough to make your heart melt. the gesture was just so cute to you, and truly, you had never been gifted flowers before in your life.

feeling the heat against your cheeks, you accept his bouquet and his offer to take you out to dinner. in return, he flashes you a boyish grin (which was more than enough to get your heart pounding once more).

you walked next to him all while holding these precious bouquet of daisies close to your chest. jinwoo notices your actions while letting out a rich chuckle. "do you like them?"

"a-ah, yes! i love them!" you meet his gaze while unconsciously holding the bouquet closer to your chest. "this was really unexpected, but so s-sweet as well." your wistful gaze falls to the ground when you softly admit to him, "to be honest, i've never been given flowers before."

"really now?" jinwoo laughs once more before telling you, "i'll be sure to give you a bouquet of flowers with each date from now on."

his words succeeds in making you stutter in response, with a series of protests falling from your parted lips. "n-no! that won't be necessary! a-after all, bouquets of any size could get so expensive."

cue another chuckle from jinwoo as he fondly reaches over to ruffle your hair, "i know- but... you're worth it."

with you now feeling the pinpricks of warmth traveling down to your extremities, you knew that jinwoo held your heart at that very moment.

{ ... }

you were unable to attend an upcoming raid due to a fever your traitorous body had developed, rendering you utterly weak and miserable as you remained trapped in bed.

the shivers wouldn't seem to stop, as the blood seemed to turn cold within your very veins. the fever not only made weakened your body, but it sapped at your energy and appetite as well.

you had barely began to take your medicine, unable to swallow it due to the nausea that refused to go away. you were close to crying yourself to sleep-

yet there was a sudden shift felt within the air. along with the shift came the scent of dakjuk (rice porridge), which was enough to make you wince in response as you swallowed back the bile that threatened to come out of you.

"sarang..." jinwoo's voice was heard achingly close to your ear along with the sensation of his lips pressed against the damp skin of your cheek. "my poor love, you're sick."

your eyes weakly met with his stormy eyes (filled with love for you, always filled with love for you). despite how you were curious as to how he got here, you were unable to truly speak to him, only managing a whimper in response to his words. letting out a soft coo of your name, jinwoo settles the bag of food on your nightstand before getting into bed with you.

his presence immediately soothes you, bringing you such an immense comfort that you could no longer hold back your tears. even when your sick body kept trembling, your hands cling to the front of his shirt in a greedy manner, with you hiding your face within his chest.

the steady beating of his heart was enough to lull you into a calmer state of mind. tears of relief streams down your face, yet jinwoo wipes them all away, trying to comfort you all while kissing each tear away.

no words were spoken as jinwoo held you so tightly within his embrace, and as you basked in his warmth, you could feel the love you had for him beginning to overflow.

{ ... }

millions of these moments invade your mind, with each instance becoming sweeter than the last, painting your relationship with jinwoo in a collage of precious memories.

it was stupid for anyone to not want to claim him after so many years spent together. and despite how you once had hopes of your boyfriend proposing first-

you felt more empowered at the fact that you were going to propose to him instead, offering your promises of forever with him as you got on your knees for him.

after all, this was the ultimate declaration of love on your end-

and you were going to show jinwoo that you had no intention of spending your life without him in it.

swallowing back your anxious anticipation, you enter the restaurant and was immediately greeted by the host. she says your name, and you confirm your identity with her. giving you a polite nod, she leads you to one of the private dining rooms. "mr. sung has already arrived and has been patiently waiting for you, miss."

you thank her while giving her a polite bow as she gives you a kind smile in response before leaving. taking in a deep breath, you enter the room and felt your heart beating against your throat.

settled before you was jinwoo dressed in a sweater with matching pants, the outfit remaining simple, but oh so fitting for him. he smiles at you, grey eyes seemingly alight with adoration for you. "sarang."

he stands back to his full height, greeting you with a chaste kiss against your lips before leading you to your seat. pulling out the chair for you, you smooth back your dress and meet his smile, thanking him while fighting back the nervous jitters.

jinwoo continues smiling at you before returning to his seat. even while he made small talk with you, you couldn't seem to focus much on the conversation or reply to him without using a one-word answer. as your food came, you found that you couldn't focus on eating, filling the powerful hunter with concern for you.

he says your name while placing a hand over yours, "something's bothering you... and i want you to tell me what it is."

you meet his gaze while giving him a stiff nod. "a-alright, i'll tell you."

here goes nothing.

letting out a deep breath, you reach into your purse, pulling out a black velvet box before settling yourself in front of jinwoo. his grey eyes go wide upon seeing you kneeling before him all while opening the velvet box, revealing it on the palm of your hand.

the amethyst settled over the onyx band glitters from beneath the light as your shaky voice begins to speak, "sung jinwoo, these last three years spent with you has been by far the happiest years of my life. with you, you taught me what true love is like and how i-i truly can't live without you. so please, promise to spend the rest of your days with me- please, will you marry me and make me the happiest woman alive?"

an embarrassed grunt was heard coming from the man still settled above you, and you finally gained the courage to meet his gaze. jinwoo was actively looking away from you, with a heavy blush settled on his defined cheekbones. he looked so flustered-

it was cute.

with your lips pursed, you trail your eyes towards his ears, only to find them painted a brilliant red hue as well. by now, you were unable to hold back your giggles as you looked away from him. hearing the sounds of your laughter makes jinwoo face you once more.

"s-shut up!"

you continue to laugh, your engagement ring for jinwoo nearly falling to the floor had it not been for him catching it at the last minute. unable to hold back any longer, jinwoo dives in for a kiss, capturing your lips in an instant. you moan against his lips, kissing him back with fervor while allowing your beloved monarch to deepen it. he lets out a grunt of your name, kissing you one last time before admitting to you, "dammit, you beat me to it."

wait, what?

using his free hand, he digs into the pockets of his dress pants, revealing his own velvet box to you. by now, your mouth had gone dry, watching in utter fascination as he reveals his own ring for you. your eyes drink in the glittering, princess cut diamond settled against the golden band, with your heart racing in response to such a gorgeous sight.

you were speechless, allowing jinwoo to take out the ring before sliding it directly onto your left ring finger. with a satisfied hum, jinwoo does the same with his ring, sliding it against his right ring finger.

basking in your flabbergasted expression, jinwoo lets out another rich chuckle, taking you in his arms while pressing a kiss against your hair. "i believe this ring is sufficient enough as an answer, right?"

"jinwoo-"

your boyfriend fiancé lovingly cuts you off with another kiss, purposely delving his fingers into your hair before telling you, "you've been mine from the start, jagiya. ever since the moment i first laid eyes on you, i had no intention of letting you go."

he smiles while resting his forehead against yours, "you're stuck with me for the rest of your life, my love. so... you better take responsibility for owning my heart completely."

end notes: jinwoo my love, how i would get on my knees and ask for your hand in marriage 💍💍💍💍💍 🥺

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