#their voices were so clear which was a blessing to the ears lol

[completely-zoned-out]

Finally watched the Day6 killing voice and wow...

[brynn-lear]

a/n: I won't be writing a oneshot about this since I already have a yan!capitano fic series I'm committing to, but I might randomly post about this idea more every now and then lol. tagging this AU as #the captain and his duchess

Yandere noble!Capitano who couldn't stop asking Fem Tutor!Darling to spar with him. With the weight of his inheritance, █████ must strive to be as great— if not greater— of a Captain like his father, the Duke.

But before he gained his infamous strength, you were his beloved mentor. You were a prodigy in swordsmanship with high confidence to boot. Hence, you gleefully accepted the Duke's request to tutor his eldest son. Coming from a minor noble household with only a title to uphold and not much else to boast, it's only natural to grasp unto that opportunity. It just so happened you've been clearing off competitions, and the duke has a good eye. Your parents, bless their souls, wouldn't dissuade you from your decision. Pride meant nothing when there's not even food scraps on the table. With a heart that still bleeds for the misfortune of those around you, you set off on horseback alone.

Whoever it was you were expecting to teach, it certainly wasn't a terrified noble hiding behind a helmet. Young █████ was not to blame. He carries the same dignified moral compass as his house, but he was ill-prepared to talk to people other than his family and servants. In fact, you couldn't get a word out of him as soon as you're done assessing his skill level with a first match.

Much to be desired, but the foundation is there.

... Perhaps you were too harsh with your phrasing.

"Young master," you shook your head, knocking on his door. "I couldn't teach you if you scamper about- hiding like meek prey in the closest room you'd burrow yourself in."

█████ didn't made a sound. You sighed. Truthfully, you wondered if you had done something to offend. It couldn't possibly be due to fear of authority. You're 21 and he's 19, not to mention that he is to be future sovereign Duke of Snezhnaya while you're not even reserved a seat in the council.

"F-Forgive him, Lady (Y/n)!" Elena squeaked. "He's not usually like this. I believe this is because..."

You raised an eyebrow. "Because...?"

The maid hurriedly shook her head, heat crawling up her neck. "N-No, I mustn't say. As a servant, I would step out of line."

"I'm pretty good at keeping secrets, you know?" You grinned. Skillfully, you placed a hand on the wall, leaning closer as if cornering her. You tucked the few stray strands of her hair behind her ear. "I'm not from this House, I wouldn't scold you for a little bit of sin."

She looked extremely offended. Suppose you should've expected that much from the most honorable Harbinger House's staff.

"I'm inclined to believe that this young maid's hypothesis requires no detective to solve."

You both looked to the direction of the voice. It was Prince Zandik, cousin to █████ and heir to the throne. Though to both of you, you are his most favorite gladiator and he is your best sponsor.

"Greetings, Zandik. You appear just about anywhere, huh? Are you sure you're not pulling my leg about the secret twin rumors?"

"Not one for tact, as always. But that's just how I like you, Lady (Y/n)."

Elena looked at you incredulously, wondering just where on earth did you find the audacity to refer to the Prince without proper decorum. Zandik doesn't seem sensitive to your lack of sensibility. You and Zandik have been friends since childhood was never a secret, but those who would recently find this resurfacing fact never fail to act surprised.

"I'd ask you why you're here, but the answer would be dull and overly verbose." You feigned a yawn, which made Zandik chuckle. "So, instead, why don't you tell me what you know about this █████ situation? Does he fear women?"

Zandik schooled his expression, but you can almost just about hear him say that's your best guess?

"█████ has never been one for sublime subtlety." Zandik rolled his eyes. "He admires you greatly, couldn't you tell?"

"Me? And greatly?" You scoffed. "Please, he'd outpace me with just a few lessons.

Zandik laughed. You both knew that to be true, but the future isn't quite as close to that prediction.

"Since the day I discreetly snatched him from his quarters to observe one of your sparring sessions, he has maintained a keen interest in tracking your career." The Prince remarked. "Do you recall the first bouquet of roses you've received?"

"I wasn't meant to be the recipient, do not reopen old wounds." You cringed. It was an unfortunate mistake from the messenger.

"Forgive me, I meant the second bouquet you received." He crossed his arms. "One from a secret admirer who curtly explained how he couldn't bear to see the sadness from your face and made it his honorable responsibility to buy you a larger bouquet."

You blinked.

"N-No way. I'm pretty sure that's from, um, my father."

"Buy you the most expensive bouquet in Snezhnaya? With what money?"

... A cruel but fair point.

"He even dons the same headwear as you do— the helmet he would rarely take off, did you not find it identical to your own?"

You paused.

... Wait a second.

"Well, I shall remove myself from this conversation. I have dull and overly verbose matters to attend to."

"Zandik, halt!"

[moonselune]

OMG I LOVE HOW YOURE ADDING JAHEIRA NOW I love that grandmother so much lol ANYWAY could I ask for the ladies (obvs including jaheira) seeing that gn!Tav is anxious in a situation and they have a small physical way of saying "don't worry, I'm here, you're safe" which helps calm them down? I imagine some of the ladies would be more subtle than others (sorry karlach lol)

Ahaha I think all of them would be quite subtle apart from Karlach lmaooo bless her she tries

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Karlach:

The bustling marketplace was teeming with activity, it was a cacophony of voices, clinking coins, and the smell of various spices and foods overwhelming your senses. Your anxiety began to spike, heart racing and palms growing sweaty. You had always been sensitive to large crowds, and today was no exception.

In the middle of a conversation with a merchant, you felt your anxiety start to spiral out of control. The merchant's voice seemed to grow louder and more intense, his words blurring together in a confusing jumble. Just when you thought you might lose your composure, you felt a familiar, comforting presence beside you.

Karlach, ever attentive, stepped up and wrapped her strong arms around you from behind, pulling you into a reassuring embrace. Her warmth was like a protective shield, her presence grounding you immediately. She didn't care about subtlety or decorum; her priority was you.

"Ignore her, she's just protective," you managed to say to the merchant, trying to keep your voice steady as you felt Karlach's solid, reassuring grip. "Please, continue."

The merchant gave a bemused smile but continued his pitch, seemingly unfazed by the sudden display of affection. As he spoke, you focused on Karlach's embrace, her breath warm against your ear as she whispered, "I've got you, love. You're safe with me."

Her words and touch worked wonders. The noise of the market seemed to fade into the background, and your breathing began to slow, your heart rate settling and the merchant's words became clearer. Karlach's hold didn't cease and she continued to be wrapped around you. It was a constant reminder that you weren't alone, that she was there to support you through anything.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Minthara:

The room was filled with whispers and scrutinizing gazes, each one adding to the weight of your anxiety. You stood there, feeling exposed and vulnerable, your confidence wavering. The situation was tense, and you couldn't shake the feeling that something was about to go terribly terribly wrong.

Minthara, always perceptive to your mood, sensed your unease. She was a force of nature, her presence commanding and protective. Without a word, she moved closer to you, her movements smooth and deliberate.

As she approached, you felt a gentle yet firm hand on the small of your back. Minthara's touch was possessive but reassuring, a silent declaration that she was there for you. Her hand, warm and steady, anchored you, providing a sense of stability amidst the chaos. The simple act allowed you to breathe easier, the tightness in your chest loosening.

You glanced at her, and she met your gaze with a knowing look. Her eyes, filled with determination and a fierce protectiveness, conveyed a clear message: she had you, and nothing would harm you while she was around. The anxiety that had gripped you began to dissipate, replaced by a sense of calm and security.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Lae'zel:

The room was tense, filled with the palpable anticipation of the upcoming battle. As you stood there, anxiety gnawing at your insides, you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed. The enemy's forces were formidable, and doubt began to creep into your mind.

Lae'zel, ever vigilant, noticed the subtle shift in your demeanor. Her sharp eyes caught the slight tremor in your hand, the way your breath hitched ever so slightly. She knew you well enough to recognize the signs of your anxiety.

Without a word, Lae'zel moved closer to you. Her presence was a steady, reassuring force. As she took her place beside you, she placed her foot next to yours, the sides of your boots touching. It was a small, seemingly insignificant gesture, but it carried immense weight.

The touch of her foot against yours was grounding. It reminded you that you were not alone, that Lae'zel was there, ready to fight by your side, she had your back. The contact was a silent promise of support and protection, a warrior's assurance that she would stand with you no matter what.

Lae'zel's fierce gaze met yours, and she gave a slight nod, conveying her readiness to act. Her confidence was infectious, and you felt a wave of calm wash over you. The anxiety that had threatened to paralyze you began to ebb away, replaced by a renewed sense of determination.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Shadowheart:

The camp was a buzz of activity, the tension in the air palpable as everyone prepared to infiltrate the murder tribunal. Your mind raced with the possibilities of what could go wrong, each scenario more harrowing than the last. You could feel the weight of the world on your shoulders, your breaths coming quicker and shallower as anxiety threatened to overwhelm you.

As you stood on the edge of the camp, staring into the distance but seeing nothing, you felt a gentle touch on your hand. You looked down to see Shadowheart's pinky finger wrapping around yours. The simple, intimate gesture was so delicate, so filled with quiet reassurance, that it caught you off guard. Shadowheart leaned into you slightly, her presence a calming balm against your frayed nerves.

"Hey," she murmured softly, her voice a soothing melody amidst the chaos. "Don't worry, I'm here. You're safe."

You couldn't help but smile at her words, the warmth of her touch and the sincerity in her eyes cutting through the fog of your anxiety. The world seemed to slow down, the noise and confusion fading into the background as you focused on the connection between you.

You took a deep breath, feeling the tightness in your chest begin to ease. "Thank you," you whispered, your smile growing as you looked into her eyes. The love and reassurance you found there were all you needed to face the challenges ahead.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Jaheira:

The forest was eerily silent, the only sound being the occasional rustle of leaves. You stood amidst the ancient trees, your heart pounding in your chest, you were launching an ambush, but your nerves threatened it. The tension of the moment made it hard to breathe, and you felt a wave of anxiety threaten to consume you.

Jaheira, ever perceptive, noticed your discomfort. She had always been attuned to the emotions of those around her, especially when it came to you. Without drawing attention to your unease, she moved to stand behind you.

Gently, she placed a hand on the upper part of your back. Her touch was warm and reassuring, the calluses of her hand a testament to the countless battles she had fought. Her thumb began to caress your back in slow, soothing circles.

The simple act of her touch was profoundly calming. It anchored you, it conveyed a sense of safety, a reassurance that she was there to support you.

Jaheira's touch was a balm to your frazzled nerves. The gentle pressure of her hand and the rhythmic motion of her thumb helped steady your breathing. You closed your eyes for a moment, focusing on the comforting sensation and allowing it to calm your racing thoughts.

Jaheira's hand lingered for a moment longer, then she gave your back a reassuring pat before stepping back. The warmth of her touch remained, a constant reminder that you were not alone.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

A short wholesome piece for y'all, enjoy ! - Seluney xox

[thebluester2020]

Humbly asking for your horny Jio rant (≧ω≦。)!!!!

(I am ravenous for even the smallest of crumbs)

Summary: [RSV] Jio NSFW Alphabet (I pick my favorite letters so nothing's in order!) Warning(s): 18+ filth (Im not holding back, y'all have been warned) Kinda nothing tbh I'm literally just spitting from the mouth and hoping it makes sense. Rough Sex + Dub-con(?) (In letter D but it's Jio's imagination), Side note(s): Oh girl/boy/sibling...ANON BUCKLE UP. I struggled writing this ngl, I could write a fucking essay about how much this man means to me but I didn't want to use a ask to just rant away so...this is like a normal NSFW ABC fic but with some humor (my horny rantings) sprinkled in so lol, be on the lookout for those. MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

quick side note ; to the poor unfortunate souls that may come across this post don't have a single fucking clue who Jio is. This is Jio from the RSV mod aka the man I'd willingly slut myself out to.

extra note alert ; Before we begin though, I want to make one thing really clear.

I'm biased as all hell toward Jio because I have the biggest thing for elves. Woman, man, doesn't matter to me. If they have pointy ears and are unusually attractive and tall, then I'm all in dude. So with that being said? Please believe me when I say that stars shot from my eye sockets when I learned this man was an elf.

AND THAT'S NOT EVEN THE BEST PART.

A = Aftercare (What they're like after sex)

Jio would be the king of aftercare. His dialogue already implies that him and farmer get freaky on the regular so he'll definitely ask you if you need any water or if anywhere is a little more sore than the usual (in which case, he's giving you a massage that puts professionals to shame). But if you say no to any of these and state that you'd rather just cuddle, he's pulling you closer to his body immediately and whispering sweet words to you as he pets your head until you go to sleep.

♡ - "Drink," The soft-spoken word made you steadily crack your eyes open before, through your hazy vision, you saw Jio standing over you with a cup of water in his hand. You snickered quietly to yourself as you propped yourself on your arm to take it, the crispy refreshing taste of the liquid going down your throat both hydrating you as well as giving your body a jolt of awakeness. And as a delicious ache ran through your body, particularly in-between your legs after you and Jio's love-making session.

Your cheeks started to darken and warm a little at the memory of what you and your husband had done only a few minutes ago. Something that Jio quickly picked up on as he smirked at the alluring sight of you growing more and more embarrassed from your own thoughts. "Something on your mind, my love?"

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

Jio would definitely be proud of his muscles. There's a scene where the farmer openly gawks at him when he's meditating in his spouse area so I think after seeing his spouse so openly drool over him. He'd become more focused on his muscles when he trains and would definitely give the farmer a little show every now and again. As for the farmer, though? As cheesy as this response is, I think Jio would love every part of you, there's no part that he favors really because he thinks your literal being is a blessing in his eyes. This means there's definitely a lot of body worship during sex.

♡ - You felt like you were on cloud nine right now as Jio kissed every available surface area of skin on your body.

Each time his lips would ghost over your skin. The more your thighs twitched with the urge to clench if it weren't for your husband situating himself between them, his hand teasingly petting at your soaked cunt much to your dismay. "J-Jio..." You begged, the sound of your whiny voice making the elf throb in his pants before he looked up at you through hooded eyes. He placed one last kiss on your hand before he responded with a throaty "Yes"?

"Please..."

You hated how you felt yourself throb at the sight of him smirking at you, almost as if he were a fox who just an inch closer to capturing his prey. "Please what, my star?" He turned your hand over to press a kiss in the middle of your palm before he moved down to your stomach, kissing down and closer and closer to the area you wanted him most until he stopped again. "You have to be more specific, begging aimlessly won't get you anywhere."

You pouted. "T-There." You tried gesturing to your aching pussy by grinding forward against his clothed dick, eliciting a sharp hiss from him. Yet, as quickly as you tried to seduce him into giving up on reminding you of his manners, he moved back a little to avoid any more of your tempting ministrations.

"You know how to ask properly, not by acting like a tempting vixen." He pinched your thigh lightly as a warning, a whine escaping your lips as you ran your tongue over them.

"Please...touch my pussy, I-I need you."

His praising smile felt like it could light up your very soul. "As you wish, my star."

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

Okay so— I feel like when it comes to Jio himself? He's not big on cumming on you. Since he sees as no less than a goddess basically, in his eyes? Cumming on you is degrading, no matter how much you try to convince him that you're into it. However, cumming inside of you is definitely on the books, he loves it. As for you though? This man is a total Munch Master 365 days out of the year. Want to ride his face until he squirts on you? He's into it. When he fucks you and he sees your slick beginning to drip from your hole and onto the floor, he has to resist the urge to eat you out in order to continue stuffing you full. Your cum is essentially ambrosia to him, he could go hours drinking you down and he's never going to be fully satisfied.

♡ - He couldn't get enough of your sweet nectar.

Your delicious slick that dripped from your needy cunt after just a few minutes of foreplay. Jio would've had a mind to laugh if he weren't so focused on sucking on your clit right now, his arms locked around your thighs to keep you from closing them as you moaned and pulled at his hair, the stinging pain encouraging him to keep going in his ministrations whilst he struggled to try and keep a close eye on you.

But, from the combined fact that his head was swirling from both your taste and his growing lust, as well as his bare cock twitching against the bedsheets, the little friction it had from his grinding against the sheets only did enough to make him needier and needier for your warmth rather than actually getting him off!

Then again, in the face of your pleading eyes looking down at him in a silent bid for him to keep going until you came...

How was he able to deny such an expression?

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He definitely would've had a dirty imagination about you once or twice before you two even started dating. However, they would mostly be along the lines of "Yoba, this farmer is so annoying because they say hi to me every day...let me fuck them to take my frustrations out on them". Now, when these thoughts would pop up, he would definitely try to bury them, to the point no matter how hard his dick if after thinking about it. He's not going to falter and touch himself. But oh boy, does it cause him to start to see you in a new light after starting to think about what you look like under your clothes.

♡ - Typically, Jio was in control of himself much more than this.

He wasn't aware of a single thing in this world that could shake his foundations or make him waver in his beliefs. But...it seemed that you were a unique exception because, for the last few nights since the night the two of you began talking since your victory in the Spirit World. His mind has been...plagued, with certain imaginations that is.

Imaginations that focused on the topic of how annoyed he was of you.

It was infuriating how you didn't understand the words 'Go Away'.

So, in the deepest reaches of his mind, he knew the perfect method to make you understand how much he disliked you. He'd approach you in a forest, perhaps you would already be on your way to talk to him one-sidedly once more, and he'd pull you towards him before smashing his lips against you.

His cock would twitch inside his pants at the sound of your needy moan, eager and possibly elated at the fact that you were finally getting the attention you were seeking from the very beginning as Jio swiftly pressed you against the bark of a tree and flip up your skirt.

"Tch," He click his tongue at the sight of your soaked panties, lightly pinching your backside when you wiggled your ass to tempt him into giving you more. "...Such a needy thing, hold still. I'll give you what you so eagerly want." He'd whisper, more to himself rather than you as he quickly freed his cock and wasted no more time to pull your panties to the side before he stuffed you full in one thrust.

Yet the second he'd begin to move...he'd snap himself of his thoughts.

Now the elf was faced with a new task. To find a way to calm his raging hard-on, he refused to fall into the pit of temptation that he was so certain you were trying to lead him into.

extra note ; Continuing on my last point—

He's. A. Tsundere.

He's. Mean (with that hidden sweet side to spice it all up)

And not to expose myself but I fucking love mean men. And to be honest? I'll go a step further. THEY DON'T EVEN HAVE TO BE NICE??? During the Ridgeside quest line, the first two years of my playthrough revolved around J I O, and with every single mean dialogue he dished my way, I licked right up.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

I think of Jio as a half-in-half case. On most nights, he's super romantic and likes to treat your body as if it was gifted to him by Heaven itself (i.e If you're not confusing the moment for a Wattpad scene then he's thinking he hasn't done enough). On the flip side though, he'll ditch the romance if he's super pent-up or if you're explicitly asking for him to treat you a lil' more roughly.

♡ - His heart felt like it was close to bursting.

Within the dimly lit room of your shared bedroom, the soft sounds of your sexes meeting could be heard as he trusted up into you as you sat on his lap, the two of you sharing a hugging embrace as his cock twitched inside of you at the sound of your moans.

But, his orgasm was steadily becoming an afterthought as all Jio could focus on was you. After all that he had been through in his life, all the sacrifices he's made—

How could he be so lucky to be with you in this moment?

To have your love and attention?

"My love," He panted out, his voice uncharacteristically breathless and whiny as he nearly pleaded for your eyes to be on him. Shakily, you took your face from the crook in his neck to look at him, your hands sliding up his body until they cupped his face. And from that simple action alone, the elf had fallen deeper in love with you.

"Y-Yes" You responded to him, your face somehow warming even more as you looked into your husband's lovesick eyes. A small smile was on his smile and his cheeks as well as the tips of his ears appeared flushed.

Jio smiled as you caressed and held his cheeks before his face fell to rest in the valley between your breasts. "You're so pretty." He sighed dreamily.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation Headcanon)

He doesn't jerk off much, to be honest. (And to be honest? I feel like his libido doesn't really "activate" unless you're around him) Even when you two are in a relationship and I fully believe it's because 1. He's usually too busy/focused on his missions to think of rubbing one out or 2. He has you so if he's in the mood then he'll just go to you. But should you not be in the picture at the moment? He'll just get himself off to a piece of clothing that smells like you or his imagination.

♡ - "Fuuckk..." Jio whispered to himself as he sat on the edge of the bed, his hand slowly stroking his cock as he breathed in the smell of your scent from a shirt you left behind on the bed. The combination of that plus the imagination of your hands being the one on his dick rather than his own...it made for a pretty convincing moment that led him closer and closer to his orgasm.

It wasn't often that the elf masturbated. It wouldn't ever compare to the real thing.

But...when you said you'd be on Ginger Island for the next few days to attend to businesses there, he was expected to uphold the task of keeping things here on your farm in order.

And he'd do just that.

However, he didn't expect that his body would react so strongly to your absence. Even as his ministrations on himself slowly got faster and faster on his cock, going so far as to even spit on his dick to try and poorly imitate your slick and how it'd make your movements faster.

It was dull in comparison.

So dull that as his hands slowed and he came to a stop. All he felt was boredom. "...Yoba," He hissed in frustration.

He'd simply wait until you returned.

final note alert ; I saved my biggest thought bubble for the end so here we go-

Jio is the best-modded husband hands-down. Literally fight me on this. It's hard to convey my thoughts fully without giving concrete evidence (+ the fact that I'm going based off my memory since I haven't done a playthrough of the RSV questline in a lil' bit) but I think that anyone who's on the fence of RSV needs to give it a shot, even if it's just for Jio 💀. Like deadass, the whole reason I started this blog in the first place was to have a reason to rant about this man every now and again before it became a place for me to rant about hot people in general.

To reiterate, I'm biased as hell because I have a thing for elves and mean guys but seriously to anyone who reads this.

GIVE RSV A TRY.

Hot elf guy aside, the character stories in the mod are super good. Like I'd recommend Shiro, June, Ian etc. ANYDAY OF THE WEEK. I can't imagine my modded Stardew without Ridgeside Village so-

YEAH PLAY THE MOD SO I HAVE MORE PEOPLE TO RANT ABOUT THE HOT MEN WITH <33

[ashthemadwriter-archived]

Two Peas In A Pod

—A blessing... or a calamity in disguise?

Fandom: Blue Lock

Pairing: Nagi X Fem!Reader

Genre: Crack, Humor, Horror

Format: Short fic

Warnings: Breast feeding, Jealousy, Probably ooc!Nagi

Word Count: 1.5K

A/n: Idk I just thought this would fit him lol. Might remind you of boss baby.

There are moments in life which can never be forgotten. Long awaited moments that leave a sweet velvety taste in your mouth and get engraved on your memory,

Moments like this.

Nagi is in hospital, standing next to the delivery room with his infant in his arms. He's wearing the most genuine smile he could ever wear, staring at his baby boy's angelic face. The baby has the tiniest hands ever that would get lost in his if he were to hold them, and the cutest chubby feet ever. He could just eat them right away.

"Wow Nagi, he looks just like you!" Reo says, smiling at the sight while snapping a picture. "You two are like two peas in the pod, except that his hair isn't long enough to be as messy as yours"

"I know. I did hope he'd take after y/n, but he's still cute"

Your husband looks so grown up like this with a baby in his hands. That's what makes Reo to snap another picture, this time in full frame of both Nagi and the baby. His smile is as soft as when he watched him saying his vow to you, and he can't help but to feel happy for his best friend.

"I'm gonna go get a cup of coffee and call Isagi and others. They've been waiting for the news"

"Ok"

Nagi's gaze doesn't leave the baby's face to follow Reo's footsteps walking away. He persistently stares at the baby's closed eyelids, wondering if they're hazel colored like his, or have the color of your eyes. Maybe it's a mixture of both, he thinks, if it's possible. He doesn't have to wait for long to find out though, because suddenly, the baby's eyelids start shuddering and in less than a second, they're wide open, displaying the warm chocolate brown color of his eye balls.

Every inch of his figure resembles his father. Even the look in his eyes is curious, just like Nagi's is right now.

"Welcome home, little thing. We're gonna have so much fun together, me and you"

…

"I don't think that's gonna happen"

Nagi doesn't know whether he should believe his ears, or his eyes. A talking baby? That's a miracle! Babies don't start talking until they're two years old, but this one in his arms was definitely the one talking a little while before, since his intense stare is piercing through Nagi's heart.

I must have very strong genes.

"What do you mean, that's not gonna happen?"

"Oh sorry, I guess I wasn't being clear on the matter" The baby speaks in a semi-grown up voice. "I meant that, you won't be having much fun from now on"

"How come?"

The baby's innocent expression is all gone. Now there's a straight yet devilish look on his face which Nagi doesn't find charming. "I thought you would already figure out that much, but I guess I was wrong. Heh...what a pain"

"Stop giving me that shit and tell me already"

"You don't care much for sharing; do you, my dear father?"

Oh.

Nagi doesn't like where this is going. He feels an unwelcoming sense of threat in his heart.

"So what? Are you saying you're gonna steal y/n from me?"

"No..."

The grin on the baby's face isn't casual. All of a sudden, Nagi doesn't find a single thing resembling him. The baby looks more like... Light Yagami from death note, the blond version.

"...I'm saying that I already have"

This can't be happening.

"Tough luck. You'll never be able to split us off. Y/n's love for me is boundless. I'm her one and only"

"You were her one and only" His gums are visible through his demonic smirk. "Now that I'm here, you won't get a quarter of the attention you used to receive. From now on, I'll be the one who sleeps in her arms at— well all the time. She'll always be near me, looking after me since I'm just a fragile little thing. The time she used to spend alone with you is gonna be limited to less than ten minutes, and your share of affection will also be mine. Even if you two do get the time to be alone with each other, she'll be too exhausted to even look at your face. She wouldn't miss it, since she gets to be with me all the time"

The world comes crashing down on the white haired man. Through his storming mind, he can see himself curled up under the strangely ice cold blanket while staring at you frustratingly, asking you to get in the bed with him already. But standing on the other side of the room, it feels like you're a thousand miles away, voice barely making its way to his hear yet so destructively striking him, saying you have to put the baby to sleep first. Even after doing that, you're so tired that you pass out on the bed before Nagi can even lay a finger on you.

"Not only that, I'm gonna take away all the other things you enjoy as well"

Another illusion appears before his eyes, only this time he's sitting on the couch, and you're standing in front of him, wearing a somewhat annoyed expression.

"I'm sorry Sei, but we can't afford to buy more video games anymore. We have to start saving up for Light's college"

No.... that can't be real. He can't give up on his video games for a serial killer's his child's future. That's absurd. You're not expecting him to do that, are you? You know how video games are important to him.

"Just you wait my stupid father, I will take everything you cherish in your life, and it starts from this very moment, with your most loved one"

His most... loved one?

Just as he's about to ask the little demon about his intention, the door to the room opens and a nurse comes out. "Alright! It's the baby's lunch time"

No. Not that.

"His lunch time? You mean, y/n's gonna feed her...?"

Nagi's voice is shivery, like he didn't know about how the babies drink milk. The nurse is a little taken aback by that, but still keeps her smile on.

"Yes sir, he needs to be fed right now, so if I may..." She reaches out to take the baby from his embrace, but fails when Nagi steps back.

"You... can't do that. I mean, this baby looks like he should drink formula milk instead of breast milk. It'll be better for him"

"The hell are you talking about, Nagi? Let the nurse take him to y/n" Reo suddenly appears next to him, giving him a questioning look.

"No— You don't understand— I—"

"What's up with you man? Here, ma'am; take the little thing to his mommy"

Nagi feels all the misery existing in the world raining on him as he watches the nurse take the infant to you. Reo looks away when you pull up your hospital gown to reveal the enchanting sight of your breast that are bigger than usual and are full of milk, all ready to be devoured in the baby devil's throat. This is it. The beginning of his torment, the sight of his most comforting treasure being possessed by another person, shattering his heart into a zillion pieces.

"No..."

The baby squeezes your right nipple with his hand, letting out a small whine.

"Stop it... No..."

You softly caress his cheek and baby talk him to enjoy his meal.

Why can't all of you people see his devilish smirk?

"No..."

The baby looks at him from the corner of his eyes. He's taking his most special thing, his stress balls, his warm pillows he snuggles his face into at nights, his soft squishies he plays with whenever he's bored, his delicious jello balls he sucks on to help him go to sleep...

"No... No... No..."

You hold your left boob and snuggle him closer to help him drink, and he helps himself out, by brutally taking it into his mouth.

It happens.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"

Then Nagi wakes up from his sleep.

Through his blurry vision, he recognizes his room in the middle of the night, and of course, your kind hand on his shoulder.

"Sei? Are you ok sweetheart?"

Nagi keeps panting. He hurriedly looks around the room to see any sign of the baby, but thankfully, he finds nothing. He can't ignore the cute bump of your belly under your oversized T-shirt though.

"Y/n?"

"Yeah?"

"If the baby looks like me we'll give it away"

"Excuse me??!"

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Hello Halo Hello! I am here! As promised, MUWAHAHA!

And I have brought forth a Lo'ak x reader request!

(Be warned this is gonna be lengthy, cause I wanted the request to be clear, I hope you don't mind.)

(Backround for the request):

Instead of Neteyam dying or being the one shot, it was Lo'ak. Eywa had decided to bless Lo'ak a second chance in a way, by sending him to a past version of earth, during a time of trees and modern technology, but still a pretty damn healthy version of earth.

It's there, that as a human he fell in love with a lovely happy go lucky human gal and as years past even got to marry and have children with her, ten children to be exact soon to be eleven. (Jake would be Hella proud. 😏 lol)

The first to be born were the sextuplets! Six at once, eywa was it a miracle, to which he did not faint upon finding out. (He did) and one more two years later, and then twins three years after and then five years after that, their youngest child who would soon no longer be the youngest since the eleventh child was soon on their way.

He was truly filled to the brim with joy, but even at his most happiest, he missed his family dearly.

(The Request):

Lo'ak, after getting shot on that sinking ship, is then blessed by Eywa to have a second chance at life on a past version of earth. Years later Eywa sends him and his family back to Lo'ak's home world and timeline on Pandora in the body of Na'vi's.

His family comes to meet his Now birth family in Awatalu, (I have no idea if I spelled that right! I'm so sorry!) After a bit of a tense soon turned joyous reunion, the families come to meet for the first time and learn about eachother as they interact for the first time.

The children however, have a bit of a difficult time adjusting, but try to for the sake of their dad. Even his wife who is so open minded has a bit of a hard time, but loves seeing her husband so happy.

It's a bit difficult, but they try to adjust to this new adventure and life, cause Lo'ak seems so happy.

[Little extra notes for ya!]

I actually have some ideas for some characteristics on the kids if you wanna hear about em! And or if you have questions of course!

Thanks once again as always for reading my request hun, I hope this was okay! 💕(♡≧ 𓎺 ≦)=ъ ♡💕

okie dokie *cracks my knuckles* Sit down ya'll, this is gonne be a ride. Also, to keep my mind sane, I am cutting down the number of the children from 11 kids to 6.

P.S: This beautiful cover is done by none other than @quirkyhero !!! She has done an amazing job!

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Brace for imapact

Lo’ak sully was ready to die. After the constant mess he caused, from bringing his siblings to dangerous areas, to bringing his brother in a death trap. Lo’ak was ready to pay his deed by sacrificing himself instead of his older brother. Feeling the bullet hit a vital area on his body, lo’ak felt so much pain. He knew he was shot, and that he was not going to make it. 

So he jumps over the rail of the ship, letting his body go limp as it hits the water. The feel of the cool water surrounding him. His energy quickly draining. As long as neteyam lives, that is all it matters. So, smiling to himself, lo’ak lets Eywa take him in peace. Knowing that he did something good for once. 

“Llo….? ca…….ear….me?” 

There was a voice, it sounded distant yet loud at the same time. A massive headache kept hitting lo’ak. A bright light stinging his eyes, making the headache much worse. Trying to blink, letting his eyes adjust to what is in front of him. 

“W-what….?” he mutters out. Damn, does he feel the need to vomit for some reason. Is this how it feels after dying? Is that Eywa he sees…? Why does she looks so….human? 

“Hello??? Can you hear me??” the sound of fingers snapping next to his ear. Gently slapping his cheek, the person was trying to wake him up. 

“Eywa..?” lo’ak asks out loud. 

“Huh? What is that??” 

Now fully waking up, lo’ak sat up really fast. He looks around, it looks like he is at a beach? He lays on the sand. 

“Hey, you ok? Do you know where you are?” the voice became more clear, feminine. 

Lo’ak turns around and sees it's a human girl. She looked confused yet worried. 

“Hey, you ok in there? Found you washed up on shore, knocked out real cold. Were you surfing or something? The tides are pretty high these days” the girl kept on talking. 

But for lo’ak it was just a buzz. 

He looks down at his hands and legs. His skin is not blue. His stripes are gone. He has dark skin. 

He is human.

The girl didnt know what to make of the strange guy she found at the beach. The second he looked at his hands he began to freak out. Unconsolable and began rambling in a whole different language she has never heard of. She didn't want to call the cops as they might arrest him for probably wrong reasons. So where did she go next? 

Hospital. 

It was better than sending him to a mental one. They would have been worse than the cops. 

So that is where they currently are. The doctors examined him, taking tests, everything. 

“What is your name, young fella?” the doctor asks. 

The strange boy answers. “Lo’ak Te Suli tsyeyk’itan” 

What? 

“That is um….a unique name” the doctor compliments as kindly as he can. 

The strange guy looks nervous, looking down at his hands. 

“You can just call me lo’ak” 

Lo’ak…what a nice name. 

2005 

It has been 5 years since lo’ak arrived on planet Earth. However, as if it wasn't strange enough, he was sent back more than a hundred years in the past. It was less technology, still plenty, but not as much as the humans used in his time. The beauty of earth will always take his breath away. The air was clean, humans were more kind. Dare say, more peaceful. 

The young girl who found him, offered to stay with him until he managed to be independent. Went to the human school, it was…..interesting to say. The teens were beyond different than the na’vi teens, even spider. Trends to follow, pointless gossip, but entertaining. At least there were sports he can partake in like track and archery. Spent good years, made some decent friends. Lo’ak will admit he was somewhat popular because of how “cool” he looked, along with his name. 

Graduation happened, became an adult in the eyes of the humans. A man in the eyes of whom he likes to call his savior. The now young who found him. Sevin, a loving name he would call her. 

“A loving name my dad would say to my mom” he would say time to time when sevin asks what it means. Lo’ak used to talk about a tribe he was part of, his dad marrying a native. Sevin did some hard research, all about native tribes from all over the world, and not one came up with the name “Omatikaya” , a tribe lo’ak says he was born in. 

When nothing came about, in answering how lo’ak came to this world, he stopped mentioning it all together. 

And later on, he and sevin married. 

“Come on everyone! Let's find a good spot!” Lo'ak tells his family as they get out of their family van. 6 little heads all sprawled out from the sliding doors, all chatting at the same time. Sevin trying to tell something to her husband but even her shouts 

It was summer break and lo’ak thought the best way to start off a summer vacation is a beach trip. 

It honestly sounded so easy on paper than in reality. 

Having 6 kids is not so easy. Lo’ak doesn't know what is better or worse, all 6 children being born at the same birth? Or having them be in different ages thus being in different stages of life? Either way, he is thankful for his wife giving him such beautiful yet unique children. 

Every day, he secretly gives his thanks to Eywa. Though she might not be aware. 

“Wait wait! Litx! Moe’seykxel! Both of you stop it! Nifu stay there-wait, d-dad!!! Your children want to eat sand!” the eldest son shouts, ‘awve. He tries to separate his two young siblings from trying to beat each other. 

Lo’ak couldn't help but laugh so loudly. His oldest has become a stricter copy of his older brother. Shaking his head, he helps out. 

“Ay, let them. Sometimes it's ok for your siblings to fight it out” he says. ‘Awve huffs. 

“Besides, you stress too much. We are at the beach, a place to chill and relax. Worrying to death is my job, not yours” lo’ak goes on. 

Suddenly, there was a quick tug from his trunks, looking down he sees the youngest of his sextuplets. Bending down, he lets his daughter whisper in his ear. 

“Moe’ango is crying again,” Nifu says. 

She points over to see moe’ango crying large tears as he stands still, terrified of a little hermit crab. Who is just as terrified as the boy. 

A grin sneaks up to his mouth, yup, this is going to be a long beach day.

“Hubby! Look what I got~” sevin, the love of his life, the jewel in his eye, the light in his darkness, stands before him proudly waving around the ingredients to make smores. 

“Isn't it more for camping…? In the mountains…?” lo’ak asks as he grins as he raises his shoulders. 

His wife drops her smiles and is replaced with a frown. 

“Who said smores are only exclusive to camping? Camp police?” she asks. 

Lo’ak leans back, “yes” he replies sounding so confident. 

His face was then met with the plastic marshmallow bags. 

“Too bad! We are gonna make them, whether you like it or not” his wife says with a playful smirk. Knowing she won't change her mind, lo’ak gets the fire pit started. 

As he and his wife work together, they would glance over at their children, making sure they are safe while having fun. 

Sevin smiles warmly as she looks at her children, “hey, remember when we found out how many there were?” she asks lo’ak. He sighs silently. 

“How can I not? I thought I was dreaming”

“Is she ok?! Is my child ok?!” lo’ak asks in fear towards the doctor. His wife was in labor, it looked very painful which scared him to death. 

The doctor looked at him with a reassuring smile. 

“Yes, they are fine. In fact, you can come see them. They will be very delighted to see you” 

Lo’ak couldn't help but feel slightly suspicious with the tone the doctor said. His wife and child better not be in any form of danger. 

So silently he follows the doctor, leading him to the room his wife currently stays in. The door opens and a handful of nurses leave. All smiling and congratulating him, to which he is thankful about. 

As he enteres, the first thing he sees is his wife. Feeling excited, he quickly goes over to her and gives her the deepest kiss. She happily reciprocates. 

“Our child? Is it a boy or a girl?” he couldn't help but ask. His wife smiles nervously. 

“Yes” was all that was said. Making him feel confused. 

Sevin points across from her, lo’ak following her direction. 

Across the room he saw 6 little beds, and in them were 6 little babies. 

“We have sextuplets babe,” sevin says. 

The doctor smiles happily, “I bet you are feeling very excited, aren't you?” 

THUMP!!! 

Sevin and the doctor look over to see lo’ak passed out flat on his back. 

“Lo’ak?” 

“Remember? You were out the whole time!” sevin says as she and lo’ak laugh together at the funny memory. 

“Sextuplets, I see my kids everyday and I still can't believe it” she goes on, looking out as her kids play in the sand, crafting whatever they want. 

“What can I say? I got a magic d-” 

“Mellow time!” 

Sevin shoved a big marshmallow in lo’ak’s mouth, making him choke in the instant. 

“We are in public!” she scolds. 

Lo’ak chewed the sweet treat, but before he can say anything, he noticed something. Making sevin turn too. 

Nifu was getting a bit too far into the sea for their liking. Quickly they get up as they notice their other children follow suit. 

“Hey hey! What did we say about going too far? Come back!” lo’ak shouts as he and his wife run towards them. 

“But dad! There is something in the water! Something shiny!” hawne says as he points at whatever he is looking at. 

“It looks like a big light bulb!” litx says. 

“Oooooh!! I wanna touch it!” 

All of the 6 siblings go father, making their parents panic. 

“KIDS! STOP!!” sevin screams. Both of them reach the water, desperately trying to reach them. But just as they were about to, some force yanked them down into the water. Not just lo’ak and sevin, but also the 6 children. The entire sully family were yanked down in an instant. Silence was all that was left. 

The soft sounds of the ocean were heard, starting distant at first, but when lo’ak was slowly gaining consciousness, the sounds became louder. Slowly opening his eyes, he finds himself at the beach…? But the beach looked different. Somehow. 

How long was he out-

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!” 

Hearing a high pitched scream, he gets up and looks over to see…

A na’vi child? 

Wait. 

Na’vi? 

NA’VI!!! 

Looking down at his hands, he sees his hands are blue! With stripes! Holding his hair, his braids are back! His kuru and tail! He was ba-

“WHAT IS THIS!? GET OFF GET IT OFF!!! WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE!!” the na’vi child continued to scream. Panicking. 

The other children began to look at themselves and began to freak out. All screaming and crying. The other adult na’vi, who is also freaking out, was screaming. Lo’ak doesn't know what is going on but somehow he is back to pandora. His family with him. 

“Ssshhhhh its ok, its ok, sevin, sevin look at me” lo’ak tries to calm down his wife. She tries to fight back. 

“Dont touch me!! Who are you!?” 

“Sshh, its me! Lo’ak!” 

This stopped sevin for a moment, taking a good look at him. Taking in the details. 

“Lo’ak…? Is that really you?” she whispers….

He takes in the details of his wife too. Having the traits of omatikaya. Her eyes now astonishing golden color, like that of the sunsets. Her stripes beautifully decoration her body. Her hair is now black but the style has remained the same. 

“Yes, yes it's me” lo’ak nods happily. 

“If that is you…then does that mean they are…” sevin looks over at the still panicking children. 

“Yup, we better calm them down” 

“Na’vi….we are na’vi…?” ‘awve asks, still playing with his tail. 

After long hours of exhaustion from crying, lo’ak managed to explain to his family what they are now. It was very hard for them to accept their new looks. Lo’ak can tell a few of his kids still cant believe all of it is real. 

“Na’vi….omatikaya. You are from this world….how did you get to earth?” sevin asks, Her memories playing back to the day she met him. 

“I have no idea” lo’ak answers honestly. 

“So…..what do we do now? Still doesn't help that we are in some island” litx says as she points to the forest behind them. 

Very true. 

“One thing left to do. Explore, see if there is any fruits we can find” lo’ak suggests. 

“Food….what can we eat exactly??” moe’ango asks. Feeling his tummy rumble. 

“Whatever we find, I will tell you if it is edible or not” 

With that, they all huddled close, holding hands as they make their way into the forest. 

It was deathly silent. Getting used to your old body sure is odd. Trying to recall his hunting methods and skills. Lo’ak would refuse to admit but he is clearly rusty. Which is not good, not knowing what kind of animals lurk within the small forest. What is dangerous or not. 

Not only that, he fears they might come across another na’vi. Something he dreadfully does not want to do. 

“Dad, nifu wants to know how much longer?” moe’seykxel asks in a whisper. 

“We can take a break if you want but we have to keep going-” 

They all fell into a pit. It was a trap! 

The kids began to scream. Their sounds alert someone nearby. 

“We caught them!” an unknown voice was heard. 

Illuminating torches were seen, getting closer, and then looking down at the family were na’vi! Lo’ak immediately knew these na’vi. They were of reef. An idea quickly popped in his mind. Perhaps they know of the Metkayina clan! 

Luck was never on lo’aks side. 

The reef na’vi tied him and his wife but not his kids thankfully. But were being watched carefully as they are lead deeper into the forest. 

“We are not dangerous! We dont know where we are!” lo’ak tries to tell the warriors in na’vi. Speaking english for so long, his accent was clear as day. It doesn't make him look good. The warriors might think he is a dreamwalker. 

The warriors ignore him. 

At what seems the end of the forest, more light was seen. And more reef na’vi were also seen. Torches and fire pits illuminating the grounds. 

This is good and bad. 

“Dad! Who are they!?” one of his kids ask. 

“Lo’ak what are they gonna do to us!?” sevin asks loudly. 

“Lo’ak?” 

A voice in the gathering crow was heard. The reef na’vi make way for another na’vi. This one however, was not reef. 

Her skin was dark blue, matching lo’ak and his family. 

“Do I know you…?” lo’ak asks. The girl did seem familiar. 

“Oh my eywa….it is you! Lo’ak! Its me! Tuk!” tuk finally says as she hugs him. 

Tears of joy fall from her eyes. 

Did he hear that right? 

This grown woman, is tuk? His baby sister? 

“YOU’RE A WOMAN!?” 

Word reach to the sully family. Quickly they all ran towards the main gathering area of the village. Tonowari told them that someone claims to be their long dead son. 

Neytiri had to see for herself. Not caring if she isnt as fast as she used to, but she has to see. 

Following was jake and their other children. 

“Its him right? How is he alive??” kiri asks. 

“I dont know, but we have to check this out” jake answers rather fast. 

Seeing the large crowd, the people made a path for them. There in the center was tuk. Who was cooing, coddling, poking, and hugging 6 na’vi children. A femal adult was looking at tuk with wide eyes and extreme confusion. 

“Mom! Dad! Look! Its lo’ak! He came back! I told you didnt I? I told you he would come back” tuk shouts happily, pointing at a forest looking na’vi. 

Jake looked into the young man’s eyes. It was instant. Jake knew, that was indeed lo’ak. His son whom everyone thought, died in the space dragon ship. The son he and his family mourned for years. He is back. 

“Lo’ak…?” neytiri whispers. Tears ready to fall. 

He smiles, “h-hi….ummm….Im home….with my family…” 

Kiri and neteyam look over at the 6 kids tuk was cuddling over. 

“You did not waste any time huh brother?”

Aaaaaaaaand that is it for this one! NGL, it was pretty tricky to write it. Even now I have some doubts in the finished work. However, hopefully you all liked this one! Until next time! See ya!

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1: ‘awve = first, ordinal [top left]

2: hawne = soft of an object [top right]

3: litx = blade [sharp] (middle right)

4: moe’seykxel = strong, confident [both emotionally and spiritually] [middle left]

5: moe’ango = soft sound [bottom left]

6: nifnu = silent [bottom right]

[thequeenofthedisneyverse]

Also, am curious about the spiritual ability HCs if you feel like sharing more lol. XP

Oh of course!

So, to me, the spirituality abilities kind of work like the gift thing from Encanto. Except we were blessed by a phoenix??? But these gifts would be on a smaller scale and/or would have to be worked on over time to become stronger.

The abilities I think Palia humans would have would be the following:

Animal Telepathy: Imagine possessing the remarkable gift to connect mentally with animals. Animal Telepathy is not just a psychic ability; it’s a bridge of empathy and understanding between humans and the animal kingdom. Through this power, one can perceive the thoughts and emotions of animals, establishing a profound bond that transcends species barriers. It symbolizes a unity with nature, a shared language of the heart and mind.

Astral Projection or Mental Projection: This extraordinary ability involves the mind’s power to travel beyond the physical body. Astral Projection is like unlocking a secret door within oneself, leading to incredible journeys across different realms or dimensions. It’s a testament to the boundless nature of the human spirit, offering a glimpse into the mysteries of existence and the potential that lies within our consciousness.

Atmokinesis: With Atmokinesis, one holds the awe-inspiring ability to influence weather patterns. This remarkable power reflects a deep connection with the natural world, allowing one to call upon the elements, from summoning rain to clearing skies. It symbolizes a harmonious balance with the earth’s rhythms and an understanding of nature’s delicate dance.

Aura Reading: This gift allows one to perceive the energy fields surrounding people, animals, and even objects. Aura Reading is like having a window into the soul, revealing emotions, thoughts, and spiritual well-being. It’s a tool for deeper empathy and understanding, providing insight into the unseen layers of existence. (I think this would probably be the most common)

Automatic Writing: Imagine channeling wisdom from higher realms or the subconscious mind through the simple act of writing. Automatic Writing is a conduit for messages beyond our everyday comprehension, offering guidance, creativity, and profound insights. It’s a testament to the mind’s hidden depths and the mysteries that lie within.

Bilocation: Bilocation is the astonishing ability to be present in two places at once. It defies the conventional understanding of space and time, symbolizing the limitless potential of human consciousness. This gift offers a glimpse into the extraordinary capabilities that lie dormant within us, waiting to be awakened.

Channeling: Channeling is a powerful means of communication with higher beings, spirits, or universal consciousness. It’s like having a direct line to a vast, unseen world of knowledge and wisdom. This ability signifies a deep spiritual connection and the capacity to bring forth messages and guidance from beyond the physical realm.

Clairalience: Clairalience involves the unique ability to perceive smells do not present in the physical environment. It’s a sensory journey into memories, emotions, and sometimes unseen dangers or hidden truths. This gift taps into the profound power of scent, which can evoke deep emotions and unlock forgotten memories, providing guidance and understanding.

Clairaudience: Clairaudience is the extraordinary ability to hear sounds or voices beyond the reach of normal perception. It’s akin to having an internal radio tuned to frequencies unknown to the typical ear. This gift allows access to guidance, warnings, and insights from the spiritual realm, offering a deeper understanding of the world and our place in it.

Clairvoyance: Clairvoyance is the power to see beyond the physical eyes, to witness events, objects, or people not present in the immediate environment. It’s like having a third eye that glimpses into the future, past, or across great distances. This ability offers a broader perspective of the world, breaking the boundaries of time and space, and providing profound insight into the interconnectedness of all things.

Clairsentience: Clairsentience is the exquisite gift of feeling deeply beyond the physical senses. This ability allows one to experience the emotions and energies of others, places, or even objects. It’s a profound empathetic connection to the world, offering insights into the unspoken truths that lie beneath the surface. This power exemplifies the depth of human sensitivity and understanding.

Cryokinesis: Cryokinesis is the captivating power to manipulate ice and cold. Imagine the ability to coax frost from the air or to chill objects with a mere thought. This gift speaks to the mastery over elemental forces, symbolizing a deep resonance with the more subtle, often overlooked powers of nature.

Divination: Divination is the art of gaining insight into the unknown, using various tools and techniques. It’s a bridge between the seen and unseen worlds, offering glimpses into the mysteries of the future and the secrets of the past. This gift exemplifies the human quest for understanding and the desire to connect with the greater cosmic narrative.

Mediumship or Channeling: Mediumship is the profound ability to communicate with spirits and entities from other realms. This power serves as a bridge between the physical and spiritual worlds, offering comfort, closure, and understanding. It’s a gift that underscores the eternal nature of the soul and the interconnectedness of all beings.

Psychic Empathy: Psychic Empathy is the ability to deeply feel and understand the emotions of others. It transcends mere sympathy, offering a profound, intuitive connection that fosters understanding, compassion, and healing. This gift is a testament to the interconnectedness of all human experiences.

Psychic Surgery: Psychic Surgery is the extraordinary ability to heal using only the power of the mind. It’s a demonstration of the incredible potential of focused intention and energy to bring about physical change. This gift represents the mind’s power to affect the physical realm and the potential for healing beyond traditional methods.

Spiritual Healing: Spiritual Healing is a divine gift, transcending the physical realm to restore balance and harmony within the soul. It involves channeling universal energy to heal, not just the body, but also the mind and spirit. This ability signifies a deep connection with the cosmic life force, embodying compassion, empathy, and the profound power of love to transform and heal.

Spiritual Psychic Visions: Spiritual Psychic Visions are like glimpses into a deeper reality, offering profound insights and guidance. This gift goes beyond mere sight, providing a connection to the spiritual realm that can illuminate paths, reveal truths, and offer clarity. It’s a testament to the mind’s power to transcend the physical world and explore the mysteries of the universe.

Telekinesis or Psychokinesis: Telekinesis represents the incredible ability to move objects with the mind. It’s a symbol of the untapped potential of human thought and focus. This power reflects the capacity to influence the physical world through mental strength and concentration, challenging our understanding of the boundaries between mind and matter.

Xenoglossy: Xenoglossy, the ability to speak or write languages that have not been consciously learned, is a marvel of the human mind. It represents the deep connection we share with each other across cultures and time. This ability underscores the idea that at our core, we are bound by a universal human experience, transcending language and geographical barriers.

I of course think we wouldn't be fully aware of these talents, not unless Chayne pointed it out. (Because I honestly think he would be the one to notice these things before we would.)

And I don't think all of us would possess every single gift, more than likely one or two at best. Another thing I thought of would be of the gifts just kind of coming out of nowhere but at the right time. In other words, the gifts are really spontaneous.

My Oc, Khaleel, possesses mediumship and clairvoyance. So, you can imagine his frustration when he hears or sees random things whenever his gift feels like it. It's annoying.

[littlelcvestory]

60, wesper!!

hi rae ily

60. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re trying to seduce me.

cw for suggestive content since they are in love, your honor (no smut!)

**disclaimer, i have no idea how business and merchant council stuff works so please ignore my sad attempts

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Wylan had given up on hiding his yawns at least half an hour ago.

He loved Jesper’s voice, don’t get him wrong, he loved when he leaned into his ear either to whisper sweet nothings or make suggestive comments that ended with Wylan and Jesper tangled together in bed. But hearing ledger after ledger and document after document from the Merchant Council read to him for too long was enough to make Wylan sleepy.

Jesper stood across from his desk, pacing the room and flipping through the documents in his hand and reading off the printed and handwritten notes on them. 

“ ‘...Fifteen percent of assets need to be transferred from von Thunen’s estate to the Ketterdam Treasury, which are to be placed under the loans vault…’ ”

Wylan got out from his desk and crossed to the comfy armchair in the corner and sat as languidly as possible, setting his eyes on Jesper.

The amount of love Wylan had for the man in front of him was so immense that sometimes he felt like one of his bombs when he lit the fuse– so ready to explode. Wylan would lay down his life for Jesper. 

And now, he thought giddily, I’m going to marry him.

Jesper’s beautiful hands used to be decorated with an array of different rings, but since Wylan proposed to him a week ago (actually, Jesper had also proposed the same night Wylan did, which ended with them both laughing hysterically in his mother’s garden. Safe to say, they were the happiest men in Ketterdam that night) Jesper had removed all rings except for the emerald engagement ring he’d given him. Wylan’s was sapphire, Jesper’s Ma’s ring.

Looking at them made Wylan so unbelievably happy. He was going to marry the love of his life.

His fiancé looked up from the papers in his hand. Wylan held his gaze firmly, peering at him through his eyelashes.

“I’m listening,” Wylan said. 

He was not.

Jesper’s soothing baritone blessed his ears for another two minutes before Wylan grabbed Jesper’s left hand and kissed the ring on it. He held his hand gently, moving his lips to kiss each of his knuckles.

“...Shu Han has agreed to– oh.”

Wylan kissed his wrist. “Keep reading.”

He tried, to Wylan’s amazement, but his voice faltered and he cleared his throat when Wylan dragged his other hand up his leg, resting it at Jesper’s hip.

“Wylan.”

“Yes, love?”

The love in Jesper’s eyes was undeniable. Wylan looked up through his lashes again, staring at his fiancé with a small pout on his face.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re trying to seduce me," Jesper said, affection lacing his words.

Wylan pulled the hem of Jesper’s shirt out of his trousers. “Is it working?”

“Saints, Wy,” he gasped when Wylan’s hands found the skin of Jesper’s waist. “Yes.”

Sleep had left Wylan and was instead replaced with pure desire. He leaned into Jesper’s ear, pulling him close, and lowered his voice. “And what are you going to do about it, Jes?”

Jesper’s weight buckled into him, the papers fluttering to the floor. Wylan laughed softly.

“What’re you gonna do, love?”

“I think,” Jesper breathed as Wylan touched his lips to the soft skin of his neck, “I’m going to take you to our bedroom and kiss you senseless.”

“Why wait until the bedroom?”

This time, Jesper laughed. “I love you, Wy.”

“I love you too.” 

Their lips met, the documents forgotten. All there was was the soft press of their kisses, their breaths mixing and clothes falling to the floor.

It was everything Wylan wanted, and more.

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my sillies :)) i love them thank you rae for giving me an excuse to write domestic wesper

i was going to put this on ao3 but its not even 600 words lol

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The Abode

A Kayn lol x reader fanfic part 5 master list

As the weeks passed you missed your friends and family even more, you also wondered what happened in your world. Did you dissapear without a trace or did everyone forget about you? If you did dissapear where they looking for you? The only things that kept your mind off these thoughts was work, even if you had no patients to take care of at night you still stayed in the nursery filling out forms, making training plans and diets or just simply studying, a few acolytes had shown their concerns for your health but you brushed them away with the best lies you could come up with and even if most of them didn't exactly believe you they didn't press on the issue further. You were planning on staying awake for yet another night in the nursery, but when you looked towards the window at the light casted by the sun and the clear sky you felt like taking a small walk outside, something that you had been warned not to do but what was the worst that could happen anyway?

You placed your coat on your shoulders as you walked outside, a soft, chilly breeze brushing away your drowsiness as you started walking, noticing how actually pretty the land around the order's HQ was. It was surrounded by a thick line of trees of various sizes and even colors, if there was something that you loved about Ionia it was how magic everything was in the most literal sense, never in your life would you had expected to see a pair of bright eyes looking at you in the shadows casted by the tree lines, what was even more weird is that one was yellow and the other one was red and the way that they looked at you, apparently finding your creeped out expression funny, sent chills down your spine. You blinked hard and even rubbed your eyes thinking that you were hallucinating from the lack of sleep and when you finally looked at the spot where you saw those eyes a sigh of relief escaped you when they were no longer there.

—Boo—said something in your ear, voice gravely and with a slight pinch of playfulness.

You didn't even turn to look at it because you passed out from the scare right then and there, the only reason why your body hadn't collapsed on the ground was because the person that scared you was holding you up. Kayn put his fingers on the pulse of your neck, sensing that you were still alive and letting out a relieved sigh seconds after, he left you softly on the floor, for some reason the idea of carrying you to the infirmary or just simply inside not even crossing his mind. Your body, on the other hand, was more than relieved to finally be able to momentarily shut down making it so a normal loss of conciousness of less than 5 minutes extended to a full on 6 hour nap and Kayn (bless his heart) stood next to your sleeping body all of this time.

—Great, you killed them—spoke the scythe, tone sounding like this was more of an inconvenience than anything else.

—I didn't Rhaast, I scared them—he looked down at your body, tapping you with the hilt of the scythe and watching you respond to it—see? Not dead.

The scythe only answered with a sigh, the conversation dying with it. Eventually you started to move, seemingly a bit annoyed by the itchi grass on your skin and the bugs crawling over your limbs; first you had scrunched your nose, then started shifting and only when your braincells actually made sparks did you realize that you were laying outside on the grass with no idea of why you were even outside on the first place, your eyes shoot open the next second and as you tried to stare at the sunset sky painted with a beatiful mix of orange and pink tones, the pristine white of the clouds adding to its beauty which was quickly overshadowed by Kayn's masive head looking at you. You grimanced a bit but then decided to let it go, too tired to even want to engange in any sort of banter, only now that you were awake did Kayn lay on the floor next to you, looking at the sky just like you did.

—I thought you were dead—he said.

"I wish I was", you thought, obviously not making that comment after the bad experience you had before when making a similar type of joke.

—It was payback, wasn't it?—you questioned, a light laugh from him being all the confirmation you needed.

You stayed in silence, laying next to each other until the cold of the night was too much to bear for you, however if it was up to Kayn you two could sleep there, after all the guy never wore a shirt so his resistance to the cold was something out of this world. You stood up in one swift motion, not offering your hand to him to help him stand because you knew what it would do to you, instead you started walking towards the order's HQ.

—I'll be leaving for a difficult mission tomorrow—he said right behind you, you didn't even notice when he stood up.

—Okay, good luck—you answered, not sure what else to say.

Kayn nodded, not knowing what to answer either, he might be a master with every weapon out there and fully trained in shadow magic, but when it came to making up small talk with you he was at a complete loss. A thick, uncomfortable silence followed the both of you as you walked inside the building, nodding at each other when you had to take a corner that would separate your path.

The next day came fast, or maybe at a normal speed since this night you had actually gotten some sleep, either way that day you decided to see everyone who was going to join Kayn's mission off. You stood in front of the door, a step behind Zed as he gave them a brief run down and some unexpected words of encouragement, as you looked at the blades of grass you noted a soft layer of frost on them, then you saw the clouds coming out of each acolyte's breathing, in that second you knew that whoever returned alive they would most like end up sick because of the cold. While going over your internal monologue Zed stopped talking, everyone turned around and walked off except you, who stood on that front door, freezing your toes off as you saw them dissapear into the forest, next you looked at the sunrise, the blue and yellow of the sky making the frozen grass shine. You sighed before remembering the cloud coming out of your mouth, then did it a couple more times simply because you were mesmerized by it before going back inside, working as you usually did until for some reason you were told to go somewhere and as the best employee of the month you went there... You went to a battle field, one filled with corpses and blood and everything that you knew would make you spend a fortune on a therapist to even begin to comprehend the amount of bloodshed and death, lucky for you however by the time you got there the battle was already over, however that didn't mean that you didn't have to work on the few that survived. That's when you saw Kayn covered in blood, you hoped that it wasn't his blood and just a second later you raised your voice to get him to come with you.

Kayn was already walking towards you though, who else could he trust to take care of him? He was happy to get treated by you, however he wasn't so happy of the scolding that you gave him while treating him, his head was already a mess on every sense of the word, from physical to psychological, it casted a fog on his brain that only got thicker by the sense of bloodlust that permeated his senses, this caused for him to not even think about it before he put his hand on the back of your neck and with barely no force at all he forced your lips on his. Your brain took longer to register the kiss than what it actually laster for, the muscle memory of your limbs started to work on his injuries, your blank expression was an accurate depiction of the state your mind was in. Neither of you said a word, on your part it was because of how absolutely shocked you were and in Kayn's part it was not only because he was satisfied to not get scolded by you but also because he enjoyed that dumb expression on your face.

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Hellooooo~i was wondering if you are doing any request if you are I really loved your high&low x reader story so much I was kinda hoping you would do something with rocky I simp for that fucker so much lol have a good one ☺️

Treasure

Pairing: Rocky x f!reader

Warnings: fluff, kinda short, mention of a bruise

Summary: a domestic morning with Rocky before the chaos begins

Authors note: thank you so much! I'm personally a heavy Murayama gal but I hope I did Rocky some justice here! Thank you for requesting! I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK AGES I WAS SO BUSY I REALLY APPRECIATE THE PATIENCE😭

Request: above

Rocky was a quiet guy, only speaking when he deemed necessary, voice deep and never raised. It was surprising how he looked so youthful despite spending his days scowling and listening to S.W.O.R.D matters, which by the way, were slightly boring now and then. He had his bad days however, where he just lacked the energy to get up from the sofas of Club Heaven, and the lights deeming too blistering for his head to handle. These were the days he broke any remaining highway laws to get home to his beloved.

It was no secret that he did love women, not in an objectified manner, but as a whole, for their strength and what they stood for. He didn't believe that they should endure any more horror than they already had to, which is why he kept y/n away from the White Rascals completely. However this idea of being on the ball always backfired as he always found himself never wanting to leave the comfort of the bed.

July daybreak seeped through his blinds, warming the skin of his lover. Rocky had insisted she slept near the window, so that when the summer came around she could wake up pleasantly. Either way, she always would. Tired eyes fluttered open, his soft features clearing up into her vision. Seeing his muscles in such a relaxed state was a blessing: duvet ruffled down to his stomach, arm slung over her waist while his bleached locks fell over his eyes. He never looked so angelic, only in the mornings. That's possibly why, despite feeling groggy, she loved mornings. Think about it, what was more serene than waking up to somebody you have undying love for? There isn't anything else, and if there is, it's wrong. Slowly reaching her hand to his face, her fingers lightly brushed against his cheekbone. It was such a shame it had a healing bruise, the purple ruining his angelic glow. Continuing to caress his features, she cupped his cheek, gently so he wouldn't wake. She couldn't help but smile and how perfectly it moulded into his bone structure, no-one else could ever have hands soft enough to calm all his nerves, because he in fact, buried a lot of nerves within him. He was a leader, he had to remain strong, but her touch would relax every muscle in his body and he'd melt like putty in her hands.

Rocky stirred, rolling onto his back at the tickling sensation on his skin. Giggling, y/n shifted to prop herself up on her elbow, gazing lovingly at the man below her. Her fingertips grazed over his chest, drawing no particular patterns as his chest rose and sank under the rays of the sun. Such an endearing sight is one that could be taken as an art piece, conveying such a peaceful emotion that brings true tranquility to the eye. It was these little moments in life she treasured the most; Rocky, at his utmost peace of mind. Y/n layed her palm flat against his built chest, leaning down to place a feathery kiss on his cheek before trailing these down his neck and body, pulling her lips away just as she reached his naval.

"Morning, baby." His gruff voice spoke up. Y/n turned her head towards him, looking again him through her eyelashes before sliding her hand tenderly back to his cheek.

"Good morning, handsome. Sleep well?" She smiled, pressing her soft lips to his for a slow and lazy kiss, those types where they moves so in-sync it's intoxicating.

He smiled, pushing a loose strand of her hair behind her ear, "Always with you." He mumbled, pulling her back into a languid kiss, tasting the previous night's toothpaste on her tongue. Not that he minded, any kiss was gold to him. His coarse hands placed themselves on her hips, pulling her body on top of his and caressing the exposed skin as gently as he could. Y/n dipped her face into the crook of his neck, pecking butterfly kisses anywhere she could reach. Rocky, despite how scarred and chapped his palms were, always tried his best to leave delicate touches on her, airy enough to light little fires over her skin to return the sensations he always recieved. His hands slid up and down her back before securing themselves firmly on her arse.

"M'sorry, I have to get up for work." His voice vibrated through his chest, huskier than usual, in her ears.

"Do you have to go? Can't we stay like this a little longer?" Y/n arms tightly around his shoulders, pressing their chests and bodies together dangerously.

"Darling, you know I'd love to stay." His lips drew into a warm smile. Inhaling her natural flowery scent, he pecked her shoulder slowly, wasting no moment where his plump lips met the warmth of her skin. Rocky truly loved mornings, waking up to his most treasured love. If he weren't a leader of a feared gang, he'd want the best for his love: a comfortable home, secure careers, perhaps even a family of their own (if she wanted that). But in their current timeline, the White Rascals were the closest to a family he could acquire. As long as he had y/n, he had all the treasure in the world that he could ask for. If anyone were to breathe around her, well, then they'd have to deal with Rocky.

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Before the Fever - Chapter Four

{Master Chief x Reader series - TV based}

{A╱N} OKAY. bear with me guys. fight scenes are not my strong suit (which i suppose doesn't bode well for a Halo fic lol, this is╱will be more romance oriented anyways buuuuuut-) so instead of wracking my brain over the semantics of how a battle breaking out would go and delaying it any longer, i more-so just implied it! i'll probably do that if it arises again because i'm finally getting to the romance >:)

also for the life of me i could not remember if it was just mentioned as "Halo" or "The Halo," i've heard and read both and don't know which is proper, so feel free to let me know so i can fix it if its wrong lol.

Enjoy ♡

Chapter Five - The Blessed One

She’d called out for me. After all the talking she’d done, the lack of trust she displayed, the hatred she’d expressed… she still called out for me. She still held an ounce of hope that I would be able to save her from The Covenant’s grasp. Whether it was desperation to survive or not, it was enough. It was amazing, the things I could understand without being suppressed emotionally.  

The HUD beeped in my ears, alerting me to my system's decline. My limbs, usually only ever nimble extensions of myself despite the heaviness of the Mjolnir, felt in-the-way, like lead under water.  

Gravity Hammers. Who decided those should exist?  

“Chief,” Cortana spattered in my brain, more concerned for me than I was for myself. Her voice was crystal clear in my auditory cortex. “Chief, you need to recover. Stay down, give me a moment to repair the damage without throwing you completely into stasis.”  

———

I couldn’t understand the words being spewed at me, only fragments here and there of what I’d already learned. Sangheili wasn’t commonly spoken among humans, but those who swore they’d encountered them and lived to tell the tale -or at least kept their wits about them- spread what they knew on every corner they could.

Trying to sit up, my mind had escaped me again with no immediate recollection of where I was. But instead of coming-to slowly, this time I was met with a hard, cold object, knocking me back down with a heave. The hiss of sadistic laughter drifting around me that followed made my blood curdle.

My entire body radiated pain, the bruise on my shoulder a distant memory in comparison. The struggle of having to fight against the Elite that held me in his grasp made itself known via the tender beginnings of bruises that seemed to wrap around my flesh just as it’s hands did. My fingers spread against the hard floor beneath me, bracing myself as I tried to regain my bearings.

I gasped for a breath, my lungs on fire as I tasted the saltiness of blood on my lip. It throbbed from the inside out and I couldn’t quite remember just how I’d acquired that specific injury. My head was spinning. It was bad enough I’d lost consciousness earlier, but twice in an hour was a new record. My arms were weak, shaking when I tried to push myself up again at the sound of footfall coming from somewhere around me.

“Chief…” I tried to call out, my voice hoarse from yelling, still too dazed and frail to remember I was anywhere else.

I hoped he could hear me, his footsteps seemed to grow so much closer in proximity. I was saved, it was a miracle.

My cry sounded a million miles away in my own ears. Still, I tried again, an attempt to bring myself back around. “Master Chief…?”

My hand, a blueish-purplish hue now surfacing on the back of it, grabbed at my chest as I tried to catch my breath. The air felt thicker, stale. Something was off..

“You call for The Demon.. But where is he now?” A woman’s voice filled the space in perfect English, completely jarring me as I froze. “Nowhere to be found,” she continued.

She sounded young, almost sweet. There was something to her that felt different before I could even see her. Screwing my eyes shut in hopes of clearing them enough to see, or maybe waking up from whatever fever dream I might have inflicted on myself, I forced them to flutter back open slowly.

Focus, I warned myself, knowing that any information I could gather would be helpful at some point.. If I survived. I tried to peel my eyes open, hang on her every word as she spoke it.

“The Keystone has been returned to its rightful place, and you…” she began, sinking to my level, her fingers gripping my chin tightly. “Led me right to it.”

The woman finally came into focus as I looked up at her, her platinum hair short around her features. She had a peculiar look about her, but she was very much human. What was she doing on a Covenant ship? I tried to gain my bearings, brow furrowing in confusion.

I didn’t know much, if anything, about The Covenant. Up until my encounter, I hadn’t even been sure they truly existed. But there was no denying something was terribly off about the ordeal— about a human living amongst them.  

Had she been kidnapped, too? My lips parted to speak…

But then I realized what she said, my features really twisting then. The.. Demon?

“The Keystone,” I spoke aloud, a piece to all of the information I was suddenly falling into connecting. That must've been what they called The Artifact...

”Where is the Keystone?” I asked.

If I could get to The Keystone, maybe The Master Chief and Cortana could find me. Surely they’d be looking for it..

“How long?” She asked me as though I hadn’t spoken at all, her face directly in front of mine as she held me still.

“I… I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I responded weakly, my chin sore.

Her grip on me tightened even further, her index finger lifting beside my face. Before I could even blink, she revealed one long, energy-clad fingernail. I didn’t need to think about it too much to know that it was a threat.

“How long have you known you can reach The Sacred Ring? Your kind may call it.. The Halo.”

She almost seemed to spit the words ‘The Halo’ as if they were venom on her tongue.

“The Halo?”

This was all news to me, but it did begin to make a little more sense. That explained the large ring in the sky that I’d seen when I’d collapsed the first time. More thrilled to know that I wasn’t crazy, and that what I saw was real, I looked to her with interest.

Her weaponized nail disappeared and I was shoved back to the floor, staying down for a moment in shock this time. I had so many questions, but it was easy to tell she was not the one to ask.

“Hirajo. Blessed One,” she spoke up then. “They call me ‘Blessed One,’ because I can bring the Keystones to life. I can lead us to The Sacred Ring for the final cleansing. The Great Journey.”

She took a good, long look at me, the space quiet, intense. Her eyes seemed to reach my soul, and then even deeper. I couldn’t tell if she was trying to figure me out, or trying not to murder me.

I wasn’t sure which was more unsettling.

“The Halo,” I repeated just above a whisper, my voice practically leaving me as I continued to piece what I could together.

The Spartan had mentioned I'd 'done something' to the Keystone. Was that what this woman meant?

“When you touched it, I felt its presence. I finally knew where it was… We are one in the same, you and I,” The Blessed One paused again. “If only you were as important to them.”

Them? It was no wonder the survivors who did touch the Covenant’s world came back as unraveled as they did.

She stood up in a swift movement, the jet black, floor-length cloak she wore sweeping around her feet. Turning back to the Elite soldiers, the same ones who’d brought me to the ship, she spoke in perfect Sangheili. Her voice was suddenly rougher and more emphatic— almost angry. The aliens bowed to her, muttering what I assumed to be their allegiances before stepping back towards me.

My heart pounded in my chest with nerves, unsure of what was to become of me. The woman took one last look at me before walking back further into the craft.

“Ghashank'o!” she feigned a cry before laughing to herself, the sound low and mocking as she disappeared from sight.

I was left alone with two Sangheili soldiers and no exit strategy. In just a few seconds, I lost all hope. There was no way The Master Chief was going to find me, no way I was going to make it out of this alive.

The Keystone was within her grasp now, and I didn’t have the capacity to retrieve it. I wasn’t sure if she needed me or if she didn’t, but I hoped for the former. At least that way, it might buy me more time for survival.

Looking up at my captors, I attempted to sit up again, holding my hands up in surrender. All I wanted was time now— time and a hopeless miracle. I silently wished that maybe somehow, the Spartan would miraculously appear. That was always how it seemed to happen in the stories I’d heard.

As they drew nearer, something sweet filled my nostrils, the scent pleasant to my senses. I immediately felt calm, but after a few seconds longer, that turned into a wretched exhaustion. A few more seconds, and all I could feel was my body slumping back against the floor, my limbs going numb from my toes and slowly traveling upwards. Damn it, I thought, my consciousness going blank and my vision clouding into a starry blackness.

———

“They took The Artifact,” I rasped, stumbling to my feet as quickly as possible, uncaring of the blow I took.  

“They also took {Y/N},” Cortana reminded, as though I could forget. “Please don’t move too much, I’m still working on you,” she almost scolded.  

{Y/N}‘s voice calling out to me for help played over and over in my mind. I tried to push it aside, not think about it too much. Having Cortana know every little thing that ran through my thoughts was going to become a detriment.  

“I need to get it back. Halsey needs it,” I focused on the true task at hand: getting back to the mission.

My head spun when I was finally grounded, both feet planted firmly. A heavy sigh left my chest without noticing it. The new A.I. Halsey implanted within my brain was not something I needed— nor did I want it. She revealed herself at all the wrong moments, and she only seemed to be more in the way than of any kind of assistance. I wanted her out. Gone.  

But I realized I needed her now— more than just because I was in need of direction around The Rubble; more than chasing a petty thief through an alleyway.  

“Cortana,” I finally capitulated to Halsey’s little experiment, eyes closing briefly as I geared myself up for my next statement. Disbelief in myself was a good way to put it.  

“Yes?” She responded.

“I’m going to need your help,” I admitted after a few seconds had passed.  

“I’ve got you covered, Chief,” she assured me, happy to help despite my having been less than kind to her up to this point.  

———

The ring in the sky was beautiful, the sun’s rays refracting like diamonds across the grass, vast and full of tiny white flowers. Everything was hazy as I tried to peer across the land, awash with tranquility as I had been previously.

I looked around this time, having more time to examine the place than before; all the time in the world, it seemed. But when I finally turned around, I saw him— The Spartan. He was staring at me from just feet away, and my heart leapt with joy.

I suddenly didn’t care about his position in the galaxy. I didn’t mind where he stood with the military; it didn’t matter that he was humanity’s ‘greatest weapon.’ It didn’t matter that he was still very much a stranger to me and I to him.

“Master Chief,” I cried out with relief, but my voice sounded like a distant echo. I began to close the space between us, stepping closer toward him. “You saved me! We’re on The Halo!“

Though there was a name to the place now, I was still unsure of what that meant. It was even worse that I just spoke the words with little to no understanding. It didn’t feel like something I would just blurt out..

But I watched him anyway, his hefty armor seeming cleaner than it had been when he found me in the asteroid I’d escaped to, almost in pristine condition in comparison. I hoped he’d say something, speak more to me this time. Maybe even explain to me what ‘The Halo’ was, or how we’d reached it.

He didn’t say a word, and I remembered what Cortana had told me before— he wasn’t a man of many. Keeping that in mind, it didn’t upset me, I was far from bothered. If I was honest, I felt patience with the idea, understanding of the man he was. The silence between us was almost comforting.

The Spartan reached up to lift his helmet from his head then, a faint pressurizing noise just audible enough for me to pick up on it. I couldn’t help the sigh that escaped my chest at the sight of him revealing his face to me once more.

I found myself drinking him in, noticing his faintly tanned skin in the sunlight, the stubble that lined his cheeks more noticeable. It was such a drastic change from the atmosphere I’d seen him in earlier, from what I was seeing to how I was feeling. But it seemed as though the plight I’d been through was finally over, and for that I couldn’t have been more grateful.

It was a true, unwavering sensation that crept up again, that nothing else mattered. It didn’t matter where we were, that his allegiance remained with the UNSC, or that I hated all they stood for. As long as we were alive, safe.

I felt safe.

Why did I feel safe?

Why did I care that both of us found ourselves that way?

“{Y/N},” he spoke aloud then, his voice sounding farther from me than I expected from the short distance he stood. “We have to get out of here.”

My expression twisted with confusion as his hands reached out for me, grabbing my shoulders with a firmness. I could feel the warmth of his palms over the fabric or my top, the grip he held me with. I tried to speak, but my voice seemed to escape me. Why should we leave, I wanted to ask. We’re safe here, I wanted to say. Everything suddenly felt slow as molasses.

“Wake up,” he said again.

That time felt surreal. With a jolt I was ripped from what I realized all too quickly was painstakingly, only a dream.

Trying to allow my mind to catch up with my vision, I stayed still, my breathing erratic. My eyes darted over my surroundings as I found myself pressed against The Master Chief’s chest in a bridal style carry. With a quick, deep inhale, I stirred in slight panic. I didn’t want to believe that I wasn’t actually safe; that this nightmare I was living truly was my current reality.

“What happened? Where are we?” I finally asked, my words slurring as I felt him hold me tighter to keep me from falling out of his arms.

I tried to stay still despite my initial reaction. It wasn’t hard with the way I was beginning to feel as my body caught up with me. Dead weight seemed to be the only thing I could offer.

“Eridanus II,” he rasped, his heavy footsteps thundering from underneath us. “The Covenant came looking for The Artifact’s counterpart. It’s been a battle, but not one Silver Team couldn’t handle.”

Counterpart? What had I missed?

“Chief, orders?” I heard another woman’s voice carry from behind us, more heavy footfall sounding in my ears as my focus shifted.

“Back into the ship. We’re heading for Reach.”

“Copy,” she spoke again, her voice sounding the same as his through the helmets they wore.

She walked ahead of him with two others as she held up a hand to motion them forward with her. “Let’s go.”

I was too exhausted to begin to figure out how they’d gotten there or who they were— from the very brief look and sound of it, they were other Spartans, clad in the same heavy armor. The one who walked ahead first had what looked like a sniper rifle slung over her back. Intimidating was an understatement.

After a few more seconds, I quickly, and a little painfully, noticed he was carrying me out of the ship I’d been captive on. My eyes immediately squeezed shut for a few seconds, adjusting to the sudden change of extreme brightness from the darkness I’d been sitting in. I’d lost track of time, and I knew then I’d been knocked out somehow. Had it been hours? Months? I wasn’t sure.

Grogginess had a hold on me now, as though I’d been drugged for decades and finally awakened from a deep, and up until what seemed like a few moments ago, dreamless slumber. But there was a hint of relief in my blood, and all I could begin to say was:

“…You came for me..”

I could’ve guessed I was not the sole reason The Master Chief was on Eridanus even if he hadn’t confirmed it, but I was feeling sentimentally thankful all the same. Perhaps it was whatever they’d used to keep me asleep that made me express my gratitude the way I did, or maybe the dream I had that softened me up to his presence just a bit. Still, he and his Spartans had been fighting around The Artifact, and I must've just been a bonus to find kept away in The Covenant ship that seemed so eerily empty as we exited it.

At the end of it all, he could’ve left me to die.

He didn’t.

“We’ve been looking for you,” he finally expressed.

So many questions again.. I didn't have the strength to ask them at the moment. Wincing as I noticed the carnage that littered the ground outside, I decided to offer up what I knew. Maybe somehow, it would help.

“They call you Ghashank'o,” I noted, half amused under my strange stupor.

“I’ve heard that one,” he responded under his breath, and I could almost see the eye roll.

“And the human girl..” I murmured absently, my mind slipping again. “She spoke Sangheili, she called herself, and me, a… Blessed One.”

He stopped for just a beat before carrying on. “Girl? Blessed One?”

His voice was still faintly muffled behind the confines of the helmet, coming through what I assumed was some kind of speaker. But the roughness, a hint of his own exhaustion, was apparent. My eyes fell shut again no matter how hard I tried to pry them open to get a better look at the titanium encased man who held me.

From what I could see in the light, he wasn’t far off from the vision in my dream at all. In fact, it was as though he were truly right in front of me. I’d seemed to commit the armor to memory all too well, shiny and new— unlike the damage it had clearly taken now.

If he took his helmet off again… A chill ran up my spine, goosebumps rising on my flesh. I hoped he didn’t notice.

“Because I can get us to The Halo….” I whispered faintly as I drifted back into blackness.

[bloodgoddarlin]

Nsfw c!techno x reader where the reader has had sexually intimate partners but has never orgasmed? Not even on their own 👉👈

Drink water, get some food, or I will force you to(this is a threat 🔫)

🥐

Oh my dear lord, you my dear anon are speaking my language 💦 💦

Tiny Love

notes: nsfw, minors dni!! contains size difference, hybrid techno, gentle lovemaking, praise kink, pet names, just generally very mushy lol, gender neutral reader

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Your back pushed against the bed, he trails kisses down your neck and along your shoulders as he carefully undresses you, his deep voice rumbling like a thunderstorm in his chest.

When you had confessed to Techno that you'd never had a proper orgasm before, he'd muttered something in a language you couldn't quite understand, though you weren't sure if it was his native piglin tounge or some kind of greek saying. Then he had wordlessly scooped you up into his arms and kissed you harder than any other time he's kissed you before, the clear need and want heavy in his motions.

He rubs circles in your thighs, the stubble of his chin scratching against your skin as he sucks and kisses and nips at your neck making you moan softly. He was always so gentle with you. Techno treated you like a small porcelain doll at all times, as if he was afraid he would somehow break you if he wasn’t. You were everything to him: the moon, the stars, and the sun. He wasn’t just in love with you: he was enamored by you and everything about you. The man was the definition of lovesick. 

Gently, he pushes open your legs, pressing a kiss just under your ear. “Easy, my love,” he says, his voice gentle, “patience is a virtue. Just relax.”

You sigh, trying to relax into the mattress. Slowly, the hybrid reaches his hand between your legs, his lips leaving red marks all over your skin; he rubs at your clit, slowly working up your arousal. You whine, hands gripping the fabric of his shirt. He chuckles, voice rumbling as he kisses you slowly and carefully. 

“Mmm, Tech... please...”

“Shh, hush, my angel,” he says softly, “sweet Aphrodite, you’re so amazing...” more kisses to your jawline, one hand gripping your hip as the other rubs you in slow, sweet circles. 

He shifts, slipping one finger in, slowly pumping in and out of you. He hums, taking joy in watching you react to his motions. Smoothly, he sticks in another finger, and then eventually a third, stretching you out so you could accommodate him without it hurting you. 

You moan, fully aroused and more than ready for your lover to ravish you. You whine, softly whispering his name and Techno silently thanks Eros for gifting him with you. He was never very religious, but you just make him turn. You were nothing short than a blessing on his life. 

Slowly he pulls back, looking down at you as he watches you pant. He lets an easy, somewhat lustful smirk come on his face, making a bit of a show for you as he undresses himself. He lets down his pastel pink hair, which until then had been up in a messy bun, tossling it around a bit. He made his shirt and pants scarce, showing you his scarred, battle worn body. He moans, placing himself between your legs as his tip brushes against your wetness. You pant, a whine escaping you.

You were so desperate for him, so needy-- he loved it, seeing you want him so much. He traps you in-between his arms. "You okay, darlin'? Everythin's okay, right?"

You smile, nodding. "Mm... Yeah, just... Just want you, Tech..."

He chuckles, pressing his tip to your entrance. "Easy does it, darlin'. Its alright, I got you." Slowly he pushes in, groaning at how tight you still were. You were so small, nearly two and half feet shorter than him, and he'd hate to break you on accident. You nod, threading your fingers through his hair as he slowly slides into you. After a few moments of groaning and gentle, slow sliding in, he bottoms out, filling you completely.

"Ngh, damn," he groans, his voice somehow deeper and a bit more scratchy than normal. "Gods... You're perfect..." He sighs, kissing your neck. He holds for a moment allowing you time to get used to his size, and then he presses his forehead to yours, ensuring you look him in the eyes.

"Everything okay?" He asks softly, and you nod. "Good. Let me know if it's too much and I'll stop, alright love?" You hum quietly, nodding again. He kisses you, gentle and loving, slowly starting to move his hips.

He loved you. He loved you so damn much. His heart felt so full, like it was gonna burst, every time he so much as looked at you. He'd fight armies for you-- hell, he'd dropped his weapons and let L'manburg execute him all for the sake of keeping you safe. He blew up L'manburg because they had put you in danger, used you as a bargaining chip against him.

He would never let that happen ever again. 

After all, you were his guardian angel-- he needed you more than he needed any of his weapons or potions. 

And the fact that he could do this to you, make you melt under his touch so easily? That turned him on more than anything else.

He grips your hips as he pumps into you, the wood of the bed creeking and moaning under his weight. You moan softly, encouraging him to go faster. He grunts, your legs wrapping around his hips. "You sure, love? Don't wanna-- nggh, fuck... don't wanna hurt you..."

"Tech, please... mmm... I need you..." You beg.

That sends a chill down his spine as he visibly shudders, gripping the sheets tightly. "Gods above," he mutters, saying something else in a low tone that you couldn't quite get, though it sounded Greek.

He slams into you quickly, his pace quickening. You gasp, trying your best to move with him, but he just held you in place.

"Darlin'," he says, his voice low and right beside your ear, "I'm gettin' close... You ready?"

You moan, whispering his name, "Yes, please," you say.

Techno grunts, reaching down and rubbing at your clit. "C'mon, now, my love... cum for me. I know you can do it," he says, he voice soft, gentle and patient, yet also deep and demanding.

You moan, crying softly as he works you up, the tension coiling tighter and tighter in your stomach. It felt so good, you wanted to cum so bad, so so very bad, he felt so good inside you, god yes--

Suddenly, the coil snaps, and you come undone quickly.

You call out his name, your orgasm washing over you like a wave, walls squeezing his length hard. He growls, riding out your orgasm with you until reach his own completion with a soft "gods yes," spilling from him as he filled you up.

He collapses beside you, both of you exhausted, panting messes. He sighs softly, kissing your cheek.

"...well?" He says, "How was it? Good?"

You can't help it. You laugh, looking at him fondly. You loved him so, so much, this sweetheart.

"It was amazing."

[bratkook]

quiet, baby. (m) jjk

pairing. jungkook x reader genre. smut, pwp warnings. exhibitionism, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, slightly teasing/mean kook turns into whiny kook at the end lol word count. 3.2k note. today on jlin spews together a smutty drabble while ignoring her other wips just bc that one specific photo of jungkook is eating away at her brain, i give you this, it’s not edited, idk if i hate it or not and i wrote it all on tumblr mobile so..yeah🤩

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“That’s it, slow and steady baby.” Jungkook’s voice comes from behind you, husky and teasing, edges of his lips ghosting around your ear as he sighs when you do exactly as he asks. 

Your head falls forward with a choked groan as his hand slips under your skirt, fingers finding their desired target as he begins to circle your clit, your skin feeling hot from his sinful hands. Everything feels stuffy now, the sweat accumulating behind your neck, your face burning in embarrassment at you actually doing this, the thrill of where you were making another gush of arousal escape you. 

When you had jokingly teased your boyfriend during dinner, your hand lightly ghosting over his cock through the thick denim he wore, you were lying if you said you didn’t think it would lead to anything besides seeing him flustered as he asked for the check. Jungkook always had something up his sleeve whenever you decided to be bold and you knew your actions would be well worth it.

Apparently you were right, your boyfriend did in fact have plans, the gears turning in his mind as you walked hand in hand down the streets, his half hard cock pressing against his jeans so prominently it was a blessing he wore long enough layers to cover it up. Jungkook wasn’t a sucker, if you thought you could tease him and act coy without getting similar treatment in return you had another thing coming. 

As he stepped onto the subway and glanced around he smiled when he took note of one other person occupying the car, tucked away in a far corner with their eyes shut and earbuds blasting who knows what. It was perfect, you were completely unaware of the filthy plan he had as he guided you to the very back, but as soon as the subway started moving so did his hands. 

Slowly at first, trailing along the exposed skin of your thighs, playing with the hem of your pleated skirt in a way so innocent you allowed yourself to get comfortable in your seat. Then came the teasing words, knowing just what your fantasies were and using them to his advantage, wrapped neatly with a ribbon on top, beautifully disguised to make you think it was in your favor. 

You in fact were a sucker, which is exactly how you found yourself perched on top of Jungkook with your skirt bunched up, thighs held apart and hooked over his knees as you creamed his cock, taking him completely without a care in the world. Each roll of your sensitive clit makes you shudder above him, needing to shut your eyes to stop the possibility of making eye contact with the only other person here, if you couldn’t see them, they couldn’t see you. That’s the mentality that kept you going. 

Jungkook simply chuckles when you rest your forehead against the seat in front of you, enjoying the way your body trembles with pleasure, your own hands tightly clutching onto the arm circling around your waist as you do your best to keep your moans in. The pleasure was slowly bubbling inside of you, the roll of his fingers lulling you further under the haze of it all and thats when he speaks.

“Let’s play a game hm?” he whispers, voice sounding steady and unaffected, only making you feel like more of a mess at how you were behaving. 

“A game?” Your voice is soft, slurred at the ends as it spills out of your mouth, curling over your tongue as you struggle to speak. Jungkook knows he has you now, your competitive streak mixed with the lust clouding your brain made for the perfect scenario for Jungkook’s plan, there was no way you would say no. 

“Yeah,” he sighs, pressing a soft kiss against your cheek, rutting his hips up into you and smirking when you whimper in response from his cock rubbing against your g-spot. “If you can be a good girl and make me cum before our stop, I won’t punish you for your little stunt during dinner.”

“I didn’t–“ you start, the lie catching in your throat before it can even fully form, your nails digging into the leather of his jacket when he spreads your thighs further apart and delivers a swift smack against your aching clit, laughing meanly when your body twitches at the sensation. 

“You did.” Jungkook continues to mouth along your skin, kissing down your jaw and onto your neck. When the automated voice fills the car and alerts you of the coming exit you feel the way he smiles against your skin, a small hum reaching your ears at the thought of you running out of time. The shadow of his bucket hat not allowing you to see his eyes when you turn back to look at him in curiosity, but you don’t need to see them to know the evil glint he’s sporting. “Better hurry up baby, we’re a few stops away.”

“Jungkook,” you whine, the first fully audible response from you so far. Could you make him cum in that amount of time? Possibly, but when Jungkook was determined to tease you he could hold off his own orgasm without a hitch, you on the other hand couldn’t and you knew if you came before him whatever punishment he had planned would only stretch out, it could go in your favor but you were too needy to test it out. 

“C’mon, this is what you wanted isn’t it?” His hands roam up until he’s gripping your hips, fingers digging into your skin and beginning to guide you to grind on top of him, the torturous glide of his cock rubbing all the right spots inside of you making you gasp. 

“No,” you whimper, but the way your hips start to move once more show otherwise, a steady roll of your hips continuing and Jungkook doesn’t need to see the mess you’re making to know just how turned on you are by this. The base of his cock had a pool of your arousal around it, sticky and shiny each time you slid off before rolling back, no doubt ruining his underwear pushed a few inches down but that didn’t matter when you felt this good around him. 

The disinterested sigh he lets out only makes you speed up, the loosening grip on your hips as he leans back into his seat has you desperate to keep his attention on you, show him how good you could be for him. With newfound determination your hands move to grip onto the back of the seat a few inches in front of you, holding yourself steady as you begin to bounce on top of him, hoping your actions are discreet enough to conceal what you were doing from wandering eyes. 

Jungkook smirks when he feels your velvety walls tighten with each raise of your hips, lifting up until the head of his cock was the only thing nuzzled within you before your warmth took him in once more as you sank back down with a light thump. The rumbling of the subway wheels conceal the noise enough but he isn’t even sure he would care if anyone bares witness to this, seeing you lose yourself on top of him, desperate to make him cum despite being in public. 

This had been a fantasy for both of you for so long and as the subway approaches the following stop you feel the tiny sense of panic begin to set in, the bright lights of the station grabbing your attention as you spot a handful of people lingering by the tracks. You still your hips as you wait, hoping none of them would step foot onto the car you were in, not entirely sure if you’d be able to pass off riding your boyfriend as innocently sitting on his lap. 

“Is my baby shy now?” His words snap you back, a tilt of his head finally allowing you to see his eyes as he stares at you, a genuine look of understanding being passed between you, knowing if you had become too uncomfortable to continue he’d stop with no questions asked. 

Your eyes move to stare out of the window once more, sighing in relief when the passengers board the car in front of you instead and the train resumes moving. “Just don’t want anyone to see.” 

Jungkook laughs lightly at your words, sitting straighter as he circles his arms around your waist again, holding you still on top of him with his cock buried deep within you as his right hand creeps under your skirt once more. “Don’t want anyone to see what a needy slut you are?”

His words have the desired effect on you, whimpering and dropping your head back as his deft fingers find your clit like second nature, rubbing tight circles around your hardened nub as you tightened around his length. 

“No,” you gasp, “only w-want you to see that.” The desperation laced in your voice makes it hard to recognize yourself but he revels in it, let’s himself soak in your words, the small tingles of pleasure spreading throughout his body before he’s planting his feet firmly onto the floor and thrusting up into you. A squeal of surprise fills the space, piercing through the silence it's a shock the single passenger was still sound asleep with his earbuds popped in. 

“Quiet, baby.” he mocks with a teasing tilt to his voice, continuing to rut up into you, loving every moan that slips out of your plush lips, swollen from the way you bit down on them. Jungkook knew neither of you were being discreet now, with the way your body jostled each time he thrust up, your face twisted up in pleasure, illuminated by the bright lights, if anyone glanced in your direction it would be clear as day.

You didn’t care anymore, too lost in the feeling of his thick cock filling you up, the sensation of the denim rubbing along the back of your thighs with each roll of his hips, the familiar scent of your boyfriend's cologne wrapping around you as he held you close. Paired with the way his fingers continued to flick against your clit, it was too much, already feeling your climax approaching. 

Jungkook knows, can feel the way your walls get tighter, the tremble in your body as it starts to take over you, the breathy whines of his name as it gets closer. The need to cum has you quickening up your hips, meeting his thrusts in tandem, the two of you so lost in your pleasure you don’t notice the approaching stop. The automated voice doesn’t register in your head, your ears full of the rhythmic thumping of your heart, eyes once again shut and the prettiest pout on your lips that Jungkook could faintly see in the reflection of the window. 

“Fuck, so pretty,” he groans, eyes locked onto your reflection, seeing your brows furrow together as your mouth drops open in a silent moan. Just as your orgasm is about to wash over you he pulls his hand away from your clit and stills your hips entirely with an iron grip, with all the stimulation gone your orgasm is ripped away from you, a whiny plea making Jungkook chuckle. 

“No, no Jungkook please.” Your hips fight against his grip, desperately searching for any friction to relieve the ache of your ruined orgasm, rutting against him with a frown, head dropping forward as you stare down. With shaky hands you lift up your skirt and sigh when you see the way his fingers are covered in your slick, inches from your throbbing clit, choosing to deny you your pleasure like the teasing asshole he was. 

“Did you forget already?” he asks, bringing a hand up to gently rub along your cheek as you whimper, leaning into his touch. When the doors close and the subway takes off again he chuckles, knowing your time was running out, already planning all the ways he would tease you the minute you got home. “One more stop baby.”

Taking a deep breath you try to ignore the flutters in your stomach, knowing exactly what you had to do to make Jungkook fall apart underneath you. When his hand loosens up on your hip you begin moving again, not holding back the moans that spill from your mouth anymore, making a show of grabbing his hands and trailing them up your thighs and under your shirt, knowing just how much he loved your tits. 

He grunts against your shoulder in appreciation when his large palm grabs a handful of your boobs over the flimsy bralette you’re wearing, giving them a rough squeeze as you mewl above him.  “Fuck, Jungkook,” you sigh dreamily, humming when the tip of his cock nudges along your g-spot. “You always make me so messy.”

Jungkook groans now, your words and the soft wet smacks of your messy pussy sinking onto his cock affecting him, making his head swim with desire as you whine when he pulls at your hardened nipple. “Shit, you feel so warm.” He’s speaking softly, almost like his thoughts are spilling out without warning, always losing himself whenever you become vocal, needing to hear just how good he made you feel to allow himself to bask in it. 

His eyes flutter shut, enjoying the drag of your walls on his cock with each roll of your hips, your chest heaving as you panted, his hand still cupping your breast, teasingly tugging and twisting at the pebbled bud, wanting nothing more than to lick and suck his way around your chest but this would have to do. 

“Kookie,” you breathe, “wanna feel you, please.” Your earlier orgasm starts to rise once more, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to hold it back before him and with the stop approaching soon he had to cum now to save you from whatever torture he had planned. 

“Yeah?” He huffs out a moan, whiny and needy, a complete contrast to the unaffected demeanor he had earlier. Jungkook couldn’t play calm and collected anymore, already diving head first into this, too far gone to be able to pull back now. 

“I’m gonna make you even messier for me, s-show you–“ he’s cut off with a gasp when you start to pulse your walls around him, head falling back as a deep groan escapes him, his own orgasm crawling up his spine. “Fuck, show you how good girls get rewarded.”

“Please, I’ve been good, just wanna make you cum.” An unrestrained moan fills the air as he starts to thrust up into you in desperation, the only thought in his mind being filling you up full of his cum, wanting to see it dripping around your ruined underwear, slicked along your inner thighs and concealed by that tiny skirt you wore. You were always so hell bent on teasing him, knowing just how much he loved to ruin you afterwards, turning you into a delirious mess all because of his cock. He loves it. 

“Don’t worry baby,” he grunts, the added layers he wore only making it stuffier for him as he begins to sweat, clinging to his body as he pants behind you. “Gonna fill you up.”

Trailing your own hand down your torso your fingers meet your throbbing clit, shuddering on top of him as you start to rub against it, jolts of pleasure coursing through you as your climax inches closer. Jungkook isn’t far off, the coil inside of him tightening as you whimper each time his cock hits the back of your cervix, his brain heady with lust, not being able to hold back the increased volume of his moans. 

“Fuck, almost there.” You hum in confirmation, nodding along as your body heats up, muscles beginning to tense, mind starting to float with each flick of your wrist. 

“Show me I’m a good girl Kook,” you whine out so beautifully, so needy and desperate for him, and he loses it, rutting into you sloppily until he’s cumming, ribbons of white stuffing you full and warming you up as he fuck you. The feeling of his cum inside you sends you over the edge as well, your thighs giving out on you as you fully plop on top of him, your fingers continuing to rub along your sensitive clit as you shudder and twitch above him. 

“Fuck,” he sighs out, panting by your ear and mixing in with the small ringing you hear from the strength of your orgasm. Slowly, his hand slips out from underneath your shirt, rubbing along the skin of your hips to help calm you down as your body trembles. With a small groan you pull yourself off of his softening cock, readjusting your messy underwear before scooting back onto the seat beside him. 

Jungkook watches as your eyes widen at the sight of his cock, shiny with your arousal, coated in globs of his cum, looking just as inviting as always. He chokes on a moan when you instantly bend forward and slip it into your mouth, the sensitivity making him whine as you lick his cock clean, pulling off with a pop and a smirk. “Was I good?”

He narrows his eyes at your teasing tone, the devious look on your face showing him that you weren’t done yet. Jungkook thought he had one upped you, caught you by surprise after you teased him and took you on a run for your money by doing this, but you looked completely satisfied with yourself as he slid his cock back into his underwear and pulled his jeans back up. 

“You’re evil.”

Jungkook smiles when you laugh, both of you pausing when the automated voice alerts you of your stop approaching in a few seconds. As the two of you stand up from the seats your eyes roam the car once more, a gasp escaping when you realize the only other person here has stepped off. 

“Oh my god, when did they leave?”

“Last stop, don’t worry they left before it got good.” He clutches your hands when you go to swat at him, laughing heartily as you approach the car doors. “They totally knew too.”

Jungkook had seen the moment they left, earbuds still pushed in, but the way they had glanced in their direction shaking their head with a smile let him know that he was completely aware of the filthy things you two were doing. 

“Jungkook!” you whine, stepping off the subway and onto the platform, grimacing when you feel the way your sticky underwear rubs against you. 

“What? This was all part of your scheme you little devil, at least we didn’t have a massive audience.”

Well he had a point, it could’ve been worse, at least this way you were able to tick off the box beside this fantasy. “We’re never doing this again, I don’t care how hot it was.”

Your boyfriend just smiles, intertwining your hands together as you exit the station. He knew you better than anyone so he knew you were absolutely doing this again.

[bonny-kookoo]

Sing to me: JJK x Reader 🔞

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Mermaid AU, Siren!Jungkook, Prince!Jungkook, homeless!Reader, Romance,  Smut duh

Wordcount: 5k (medium)

Tags/Warnings: okay so, spoiled kook, possessive kook, Theres literally an attempted murder lol, drowning? whoops, blood oh no, reader is hella fucking dense ok, biting, courting lol, fish boy is in love, whoops, anyways we got sexy times too, because in this AU fishboy got legs n all of that hah, unprotected sex because, guys pls this ain't supposed to he realistic, wrap it before you tap it folks, its also not all that filthy lol, blink and you'll miss the scene, honestly I didn't include much smut because yall nasty so you will ask for dirty drabbles anyways, not that I mind lol, k I'm done I think, wow mom I've sinned less than usual..

Summary: Help me love myself, and I might learn to love you as well.

Or alternatively: you save Jungkook from being killed, and he totally gets the wrong signals. But he's cute, so its fine. Probably.

Jungkook is floating.

He thinks about what lies above the waves, and cant think of anything he really finds interesting. The surface is littered in junk, in things humans leave behind without thinking twice about it. It's air is thick and stuffy, hard to breathe and never clear at all. It's crowded, with creatures who at the end of the day all look the same in his eyes. There's nothing exciting about the world people walk on.

Its boring, and dirty.

His own home is, compared to that, a kingdom radiating like the moon itself. It shines and sparkles, and harbors some of the most beautiful creatures ever to be found. He and his family, as well as everyone else, live in peace with nature down underneath the waves, existing side by side instead of trying to gain the upper hand all the time.

And he's reminded of the cruelty of man, when he finds himself caught in a net.

He's somehow made the fishermen drop it instead of pulling him up on their boat. But that doesn't mean he's free- he's still struggling with it, fighting it, but he cant rip it apart. All he does really, is tie the knots tighter, have them dig into his skin until spots are rubbed raw. He can't really swim anywhere at this point, gives up as he can see the last lights of his distant home fade into the distance.

Jungkook is floating.

He's slowly being led by the waves, by the love of wind and waters, as he closes his eyes. Its a pity, really; for a prince held so high to die by the mere hands of the poor, he thinks. It's upsetting him, very much so, but he takes it as it is. There's nothing he can do anyways, as he slowly comes into contact with the sand below. It washes him up onto short, the dry sand sticking to his body, waves pushing him higher and higher onto the ground.

He shivers, the cold outside air biting at his skin now unsheltered and defenseless.

He doesn't know how long he lays there.

But at some point, steps are heard on the sand. He keeps his eyes closed, doesn't care about what will happen next- he really just wants to have it be over by now, the ropes already painfully burning his skin at certain spots. He's sure theres sand in his wounds as something touches him- warm fingers, hesitant, and almost shy.

He keeps his eyes closed.

"My god, I hate humans.." You mutter under your breath, your voice hitting his ears, making him notice the way it sounds. He thinks it sounds very similar to some of his kind; sirens being blessed with voices sweet and enchanting. Maybe you were one of the strays who had decided to live on the surface for some reason? But your smell was entirely human, although much sweeter and pleasant than anyone he'd met before. And then, after a small short moment of pain-

He's free.

His arms flop to his side, and he breathes in deeply- finally able to fully move again. His eyes open, and adjust to the night for a moment, before they meet yours.

How interesting.

"Jungkook?" Jimin asks him, curious to what has gotten the young Siren so occupied. Typically, Jungkook would be watching the annual kingdom dances with at least some form of interest; even if it was just a glimpse of it, just to make his parents worry less about him misbehaving. But today, as the graceful dancers move around to the orchestra playing, the young prince is absolutely not there. At least not mentally. "Jungkook." The older one scolds, getting Jungkooks attention- his gaze hard and annoyed. "Please, young prince- at least try to pretend you're interested. This is after all part of our culture." He strategically uses his title as teasing- something which makes Jungkook snort without any fun.

"I really don't want to be here." He explains, and Jimin sighs. "I'd rather be at the surface.." He mumbles, being careful not to be too loud- but Jimin does pick it up, and so does his partner, Taehyung, next to him- now leaning a bit forward to hear better.

"Oh?" Jimin asks. "What could be of interest there, I wonder?" He teases, and Jungkook grows even more irritated.

"Nothing that should interest a whore like you." He says harshly, though Jimin knows he means no harm with it. Jimin is, after all, a man who enjoys the simple pleasures in life- which is why he can't quite grasp why Jungkook, a young man in his prime like himself, doesn't seem to care about whats going on around him.

"Hm, but I think she must be absolutely divine if you're willing to risk the wrath of your own mother just to see her." He says, and Taehyung snickers next to him, clearly amused.

But to both of their surprise, Jungkook grows.. calm. Theres even a glimpse of a smile on his lip as he rests his head on his head, elbow on the armrest of his throne. "That she is." He says, quietly, as he watches the young woman in front of him. He has to imagine you there instead, moving oh so gracefully to the sounds of his Kingdom's greatest musicians- dressed in the most beautiful gown he'd gift you. "That she is.." He repeats, a dreaming look on his face that Jimin has not seen before.

Jungkook watches you.

He enjoys watching you on your daily trips to the beach, picking up cans and bottles, and other things people throw away without care. You're cleaning up the beach, and he thinks its a very good behavior- he likes the way you always carefully scan the ground and sides for any garbage. He swims a little closer as he spots you squatting down; eyes lighting up as you pick up a shell he'd personally not care much for. It's slightly pink- but nothing he hasn't seen in his life. They're so common, and he suddenly thinks that if this already makes you happy, what if he was to bring you something else? Something better, something more worth your attention?

He feels a rush of excitement.

Dashing into the opposite direction, he makes his way towards the ground below, eyes scanning the ground as he searches for something. He spots it after a few minutes of searching, but when he holds the pearl, he hesitates.

Its not enough.

No, that's not what you should get. He's only paying back his dept, yeah, that's what he's doing. But what if he was overdoing it by bringing you something too expensive or rare? No, he should be smart about it, yeah. Start small, and work your way up he thinks, as he takes the pearls he's collected while deep in thought, and pushes himself back to the top, swimming easily. He hopes you're still there-

And there you are, dipping your feet into the water.

He looks at what he can see; only able to see clearly underneath the waves rather than above. There's a bracelet hanging around your ankle, and it looks cheap, he thinks. It only helps him by giving him ideas for his next gifts- if you would accept his first, that is. He's never been rejected before, but then again, has always rejected instead. Nothing had interested him to the extend you did. Maybe you really were of his kind, secretly.

When he slowly brings his head up the waves, you don't get scared, or flinch. You simply look, spot him, and smile.

He likes that expression.

He comes closer, free hand helping him onto the stone you sit on, his hand holding your gift eagerly pushing against yours. You understand quickly, and open them, and he smiles. You're smart, he notes, and it only adds to your qualities, he thinks. Dropping the pearls, your eyes sparkle again- as they should, he thinks with pride. You inspect them with big eyes, as if you've never seen something alike. He enjoys your reaction- and you nod at him. "Thank you- are they for me to keep?" You ask, pointing to them, and then at your chest. He's not fully fluent in human language, but has picked up on some words and phrases, since Seokjin had recently strayed- teaching him some stuff whenever he got bored and visited his younger brother.

So Jungkook nods. "You." He says, and you like the sound of his voice; fittingly just as handsome as the rest of him, you think. But then again- his kind is known for its beauty and enchanting voices. "Keep." He tells you, pushing your closed palm a bit closer to your body as if to underline his statement. You think its cute, in a way.

"Okay." You say. "I'll keep them-?" You ask, and he doesn't understand, until you point to yourself, and say a name- yours, he supposes.

"Ah-" He starts, pointing to himself. "Jungkook. Jeon, Jungkook." He tells you, and you nod, smiling.

"It's nice to meet you, Jeon Jungkook." You smile, and he grins back, slightly sharpened canines in stark contrast with his bunny-like smile.

He thinks its nice to meet you too.

"But you're a witch, aren't you?" Jungkook argues, staring at Taehyung. "I thought you were all so capable." He challenges, and Taehyungs eyes darken- quite literally, since sea witches do technically have black eyes- but conceal them, as to not scare off people. He regains his composure however when Jimins hand lays on his shoulder.

"Now now, no need to become huffy." He says. "He didn't say he can't do it- he simply told you that its not that easy." He explains, and Jungkook sighs, rolling his eyes. Ever the spoiled prince, they think to themselves.

"I don't care about that." He states. "Can you do it, or can you not?" He asks, and Taehyung thinks for a moment.

"I.." He begins, before he sighs. "I can. But, there's a catch, Jungkook." He tells him, and this time, the youngest of the group seems just as serious as he listens. "I can't promise that.. the result will be what you will expect." He says.

"What do you mean?" Jungkook asks.

"There's a chance she won't survive it."

He doesn't think much about why you're so often sitting on that rocky structure close to the deep- he likes not having to get out of the water to be close to you. And you think, Jungkook is quite the interesting being.

He’s curious; that much you can tell. His hands rest on your knees, your toes sometimes brushing against his abdomen as he swims closer- face coming forward to properly look at you. His vision must be bad outside of the waters you assume, his brown eyes squinting in concentration until he huffs and let’s himself back into the waters. You chuckle, and simply take off your jacket, slipping into the water as well as you control your breath- his entire face brightening at your body now underwater in his world, finally clear to see for his eyes.

You’re pretty, he thinks, definitely prettier than any other human he’d encountered before. The clothes covering your breasts and private parts a bit dull and boring for his taste- but he’d change that soon. He smiles, happy, before holding up his finger as if to signal for you to wait before he swims away, elegantly and fast. You swim up to breath some air, catch your breath, until there’s a hand around your calf, holding, fingers running over the skin, signaling you to come down again. You follow his question, taking a deep breath to meet him underneath the surface; his excited hands wrapping something around your neck, before he swims in circles as if he’s suddenly got too much energy. You point to yourself, as if to ask if you can keep it- and he nods, wide eyes watching you with a smile that you can’t help but mirror.

You don't quite realize what he's doing.

He however thinks you know. You know that he's courting you, and you're interested in him. You know that he's just given you more than a simple gift. He only believes you're letting him work for it- something he happily does, taking on the challenge as always. He swims closer, holds your shoulders, as his eyes look into yours, his gaze happy and child-like almost. He's close to finally showing you affection- but you suddenly swim to the surface instead.

And even though he knows you only wanted to breathe, he can't help but feel slightly sour at the ruined moment.

"You're awfully happy these days." His mother says, watching her son in the gardens of the palace. "May I ask what has gotten you in such a bright mood?" She asks, and Jungkook doesn't quite know how to break it to her. He knows its not forbidden, knows it has, and does, happen each and every day it seems- but there's still fear inside of him. Theres still hesitation, even though he is not ashamed of what has happened- of what he has done. His mother however notices. "You know you can trust me, right?" She says, and he nods.

Its now or never.

"I've found a mate." He says, and his mother smiles warmly, holding his cheek as she kisses it in congratulation. "Its a human." He says, quietly, hurried- but his mother continues to smile.

"I have suspected as much." She states. "Your friend- Park Jimin- is not very good at talking quietly." She snickers, and Jungkook curses under his breath about how he wants to strangle him. Theres a huge weight lifted off of him however; finally having said it, made it very real to him, in a way- even though it was already.

Because, after all; you were wearing his kingdom's sigil around your neck already. He had claimed you.

He's restless the next time he swims to the shore to meet you again- eager to see you to give you the news of his family's acceptance.

You're late- later than usual, and his brows are furrowed, mood upset at your mannerism. You're usually always on time, always just as eager to see him he thinks- but this time, you're not there. After his anger however, he grows increasingly worried instead. What if something had happened to you instead? Oh what a bad person he would be to be mad at you for getting into an unfortunate situation. As guilt slowly makes his way into his body, claims his muscles, he moves to sit on the stone he usually finds you on. He tries to look around- rain on his skin making it possible to be out way more comfortably.

He spots movement above.

Theres a person he can't make out- throwing something off the cliff down into the sea, and Jungkook clicks his tongue in anger, already upset- but still curious on what it was the person had been so eager to discard. Typically, its tiny things or plastic he finds- but this is something else, he knows.

Underwater, he smells blood.

His pupils contract, eyes widening, as he spots the black bag slowly making its way to the bottom of the sea- red trail leading from it. Its not the blood however that makes him frantic- its the smell of it, of you, that stops his heart.

He gets you out the bag, his anger over the entire situation diminishing into nothing as he holds you close, eyes spotting the deep cut on your side, and the scratches on your face. Unsure where to bring you, he holds you close, brings you onto his back as one of his hands hold yours, your arms around his neck. He swims quickly to the only place he knows you can breathe.

The underwater cave is big enough for now, he thinks, as he brings your body onto the ground, out the water. He doesn't notice he's crying, doesn't quite speak, his native language of clicking sounds and little noises escaping him as he whines out for your attention, waiting for you to wake up somehow. He's been so invested in making you like him and accept him that he's got no idea what to do with a human. Are you cold? How can he warm you up? How does he stop bleeding wounds? How much can you bleed before you die? Are you already dying?

Jungkook doesn't know what to do. So he simply lays by your side, holding you close, in hopes his slightly higher body temperature can keep you warm.

"He's doing the best he can-" Jimin says, Seokjin next to Taehyung as they both lean over your body. Both witches are concentrated, already exhausted, but there's no way they're giving up on you now. Not only because you're important to Jungkook- but because no one deserves to simply die like this.

"I know, I know!" Jungkook huffs out, pupils turned into cat like slits- a clear sign of the absolute terror and chaos inside of him. "What if they're best isn't good enough? Jimin, I can't loose her, you don't understand-" He starts, but Jimin holds the younger one's shoulders, for the first time serious with him.

"I do." He glances at Taehyung. Jimin had saved Taehyung before as well- the young sea witch having been hit by a fisherman's harpoon years ago. Ever since then, Jimin had been attached to the witch like glue. "Trust me, I really do. And they're doing all they can to make sure she's going to be fine." He promises, and Jungkook nods.

All he can do is pray.

When you wake up, there's several things you notice.

First, you're alive. Having a raging headache, and your limbs and muscles feel horribly tender, but you're alive. There's also strings of rope tied to two rock formations acting like a clothing line, several blankets and clothes hanging from it. They don't look human-made to you- the fabrics and designs not something you would think of as regular. There's a bucket and several stained rags- now copper-brown with old blood. Its then that you look down, seeing your cut sewed shut.

You also notice its rather soft underneath you.

Its sheepskin laid over seaweed you notice- the whool soft and fluffy, and warm. Everything seems to be so thoughtfully placed, even some decorative items- you can spot fireflies casually sitting in a jar close by, and burned wood, probably to . Probably to make light during the night. You're tired however, so you simply lay down again. Quite honestly, surely you should fee worried about the situation- but then again, there was no one to miss you, no place you called your home anyways. No use in worrying- because deep down, you had your suspicion.

A Jungkook swims to the surface with the plastic box in his arms, he's careful not to throw it too hard onto the ground. As he steps out the water, he's sure to at least try and his his hands of most the water before he goes to check on the blankets he had brought this early morning. They've dried enough, he notices, and is glad about that, as he picks one up.

You don't have to be cold anymore, he thinks.

He's unnaturally careful for his typical character- his usual behavior quite the opposite as it was now. Now, he's making sure you're properly tucked in, as he notices your eyes watching him.

He freezes, for a moment.

Jungkook hasn't really thought much about what would happen if you were to wake up- after all, Seokjin had told him he was unsure if you were to wake up this early in the first place, and Taehyung didn't even know if you would wake up at all. He'd told his younger brother to be prepared for any reaction really; fear, confusion, maybe even anger. But you seem calm, curious even, and Jungkook decides to sit down in front of your face, waiting.

"You brought me here, right?" You ask, and he nods, eyes not leaving your form.

"You-.. hurt." He points to the spot where your wound had been. "Also hurt." His hand points to your head. "Brothers, helped." He informs you, and you smile, nodding at his words. He suddenly looks at the ground, mumbling. "I.. worried. Thought... you, dying." He tells you, and you sit up slowly again, keeping the blanket around your shoulders.

"I'm not dead though." You say, and he nods. "Thank you, Jungkook. Now we're even." You say, and he tilts his head in confusion- a mannerism you could only think of as cute. "I saved you- you saved me." You say, and he smiles, nodding.

"I-" He starts, leaning forward a bit, now way more energetic and lighthearted as before. "I- we-" He growls a little in frustration, and you cant help but giggle at his troubles- the chirps and clicks escaping him foreign- but somehow, they feel hazy, as if your mind knows the language, but has forgotten what it meant. He's trying so hard you notice, and appreciate. "You like here?" He asks, and points around. You nod, and he beams at you. "I made." He tells you, proudly so.

"I guessed as much. Its very thoughtful of you, thank you." You say, and he nods, happy you like what he did for you. Its not a permanent solution, obviously, but as soon as you're healed well enough, he already planned a new spot for you to come with him.

You just don't know it yet.

There's a weird feeling inside of you.

It's like homesickness, you think. Every time you look at the waters, you feel- sad? It's making you uneasy, and with every day passing by, it just gets worse and worse. But it's today, that you cant take it.

When you dip your legs into the water, it soothes an ache you can't recognize ever having. It helps your skin, it somehow feels as if you're breathing again. But It's not enough, you think- before you let yourself fall into the deep end.

You're floating.

It's like leaving a stuffy and crowded mall, just to stand in a park, fresh air after it had rained, and light breeze clearing your head. Everything is silent, but not at the same time- the water around you feeling as if you're being hugged, held. It makes you relax, makes you let go, makes you only exist for a moment.

You're floating.

And there's a sudden wave of realization that you're also breathing. There's no water in your lungs- or maybe there is, and you just don't feel it being there. Darkness surrounds you as you don't know where you are exactly- theres no telling where is where, no way to know if you're upright or not. Maybe you've died?

Did you drown?

If you did, it would explain Jungkook being there. He's swimming towards you with a face full of worry, as he grabs your wrist and holds you close. "I can't even let you out of my sight for a mere day it seems, my love." He sighs, and your eyes widen. Its almost comedic how his own do the same, focusing on your neck, as he touches.

You're sensitive, and shift away from his touch.

"It-" He starts, now holding your shoulders, as he begins to smile. "It worked! It really did- by the dragon kind, you look absolutely divine!" He laughs, and can't help but hold your hands, eyes roaming your appearance, as you don't quite get it- until you follow his gaze.

Just like him, there's fins now on the sides of your calfs, smaller ones on your ankles as well. Theres also ones decorating your outer forearms- they look like the ones you'd always see on goldfish as a kid. There's something alike to scales as well, but barely noticable. "I- what happened to me?" You ask, and Junkook smiles.

"You.. almost died." He admits, taking your hand and swimming to what you assume is back towards the cave. "You had been robbed during the day, and when I found you.. well, you know what happened." He says. "While you were asleep, we were thinking about what to do. There was no way you would survive as a human- so, a friend of mine- Taehyung- performed a ritual, together with Seokjin, my brother." He says. You finally spot light, glad to be able to have at least some form of orientation. "I'm glad you're adjusting so quickly, my love." He states, smiling at you.

You notice the petname again.

"Jungkook-" You start, as you both reach the cave again, sitting on the edge of where the ground of the cave meets the water. "Why are you.. calling me that?" You ask, and Jungkook seems confused.

"Why do you ask?" He questions. And you don't quite follow, until he continues. "You're my mate- I am only addressing you as such."

Your eyes widen. "Wait- we're-" You start, and its only then that it clicks in Jungkooks head.

"Oh." He says- the dissapointment bitter and evident in his voice. "You.. didn't know?" He asks, and you shake your head, unsure what he means. "I see.." He tells you, suddenly distant. "I.. will bring you breakfast tomorrow.. sleep well." He abruptly says, and before you can say anything, he's already gone.

What just happened?

"There you are!" A voice says, deeper than Jungkooks, but not unfamiliar. Taehyung had been visiting and bringing you food and nescessities ever since that talk with Jungkook. This time, however, Taehyung seems like he wants to say something. You look at him, silently urging him, and he sits down next to you, sighing.

"Does he hate me?" You ask, quietly, and Taehyung looks sad.

"He could never." He says. "He just.. didn't take the rejection well. He'll need time to come around. It won't take that much time- his mother is already trying to get a new partner for him." He explains, and your head whips around towards him. "I- you.. did reject him, right?" He asks, slowly. "You do.. not love him, right?" He urges again, and you groan suddenly, throwing your face into your hands.

"Oh my god I'm so stupid.." You say. "It all.. everything was so overwhelming, I didn't even notice what he was doing." You cry into your hands, as Taehyungs hand places itself onto your back, trying to soothe you. "I though.. especially after I found out about his status.." You mumble. "How could he want me?" You ask, and Taehyung sighs.

"Head up, little siren." He says. "He's still able to hear you sing, if you want to." He says, and you look at him.

"But how?" You say. "I have no idea where the kingdom, or anything really is. And he won't come see me until its too late." You say.

"Well-" Taehyung says, standing up, and holding out his hand. "-allow me to escort the future princess to her lover."

"How did you find me?" He simply asks, not turning around, as you float closer. "I'm sorry, but I still need time to.. get over-" He starts, but you don't let him finish, instead leaning into his back, your arms around his middle.

"I'm stupid." You say. "I'm really, really stupid." He shakes his head, but you continue. "Just because I didn't realize- doesn't mean that I don't feel anything for you." You say. "I just.. felt unworthy, I guess. Insignificant." You admit, and he turns around, holding your face in his hands.

"You really are not gifted with the mind of the dragons king, my love." He states teasingly, the glimmer in his eyes returning. "My status means nothing to me, if that meant I could not have you." He says, and you lean forward, capturing his lips. "I hope you know what this meant, at least." He teases, and your eyes widen, scared you might've done something wrong. "It means you love me." He says, and you chuckle.

"Good." You say. "Because I do."

Even though he thinks you looked like a goddess reborn in your white and pearl decorated gown from the wedding, he enjoys you without it, close to him, just as much. He's alive, he's feeling, he's in love, as his hands move over your skin, his senses filled with you and nothing else.

The sounds you make for him are sweeter than any siren's song he's ever heard or could ever sing himself. No member of his kind is as enchanting as you, he decides, as he bites and kisses the sensitive skin of your neck. Jimin had teased him relentlessly the entire evening and night by trying to send you sweet words, to which you didn't react- but that didn't mean that it didn't piss him off.

You were his.

His princess- and soon to be queen, one day.

And he's planning on making that very evident, as he marks up your skin with little bites, visible for everyone to see. He wants everyone to know, even though by tomorrow, the entire Kingdom will celebrate the marriage of its prince anyways. He's more than ready to show you off, to hold you close, to have people see the divine being at his side that's you.

It's only natural for his hands to roam your skin, for his lips to worhip every inch it seems, as you reach out for his hand every second it leaves you. It's painfully endearing he thinks, how you can be so innocent and pure, while he's between your legs, performing the sinful act of pleasuring you with his mouth.

You pull him towards you, as you straddle his waist, leaning down to kiss him. He's in god's divine lands he thinks, as he suddenly feels you sinking down on his awaiting length. You fit around him perfectly, more so than he could've ever imagined. And as you both move, he holds you close, happy that here, in his world, he doesn't need to breathe.

He can kiss you as long as he wants.

(c)Bonny-Kookoo. I spilled strawberry milk on my poor laptop while writing this.

[ymiwritesstuff]

Blessings

So I just finished Skyward Sword HD and absolutely HAD to write this teeny tiny scenario for Link because he’s adorable and ALSO because the red earrings he wears in the game aren’t really my thing lol, I much prefer the blue ones. So I turned that idea into a scenario. I hope you like it!

The Legend of Zelda: Skyward Sword

Link x Reader

Summary: Link receives an item into his possession that you aren’t too excited about.

Notes: Fluff, SPOILERS FOR SKYWARD SWORD!!

The water from the bottle trickled down your chin as the liquid traveled down your throat, the scorching heat of Eldin Volcano making beads of sweat form on the skin of your forehead. The province wasn’t among your favorite places on the surface, due to the prevalent heat, yet enduring its extreme temperatures was necessary if the hero in front of you wished to succeed and fulfill his destiny.

It had been some time since he entered yet another of those ethereal realms and the sight of his physical body frozen in place was something you had gotten familiar with. The blade of his sword was buried in the ground and his hands were holding the hilt steadily, all the while his spirit was separated and contained within the mysterious Silent Realm.

Link had told you about the challenges, though you surmised that it was a far different experience in person. His words alone weren’t enough to convey the feelings of anxiety and dread that filled his being every time he set foot in the dimension. Yet, his courage prevailed and he always succeeded. You admired that about him.

As you sat on the grainy ground and watched him, you couldn’t help but wonder how long it had been. Completing these trials made by the divines took their time, however, something akin to nervousness settled in your core as your eyes glued themselves on him, or rather, his empty, physical body.

It unsettled you, somewhat. To watch and guard something so… Hollow. His face looked as if he was asleep, but not a single flow of air entered his lungs or came out of his mouth. You scooted closer, trying to see if his face showed any signs of anything at all. But all your (E/C) eyes saw was a blank yet peculiarly tranquil expression laid upon his handsome face.

Until his eyes finally opened.

A startled gasp left your lips at the sudden movement, but you soon found yourself sighing in relief as he slowly blinked. He looked at you and tilted his head slightly to the side, one eyebrow slightly raised, probably confused at your reaction. You promptly stood up, happy to see him returned to the realm of the living. His sword soon left the ground and you immediately inquired about his trial.

“Well, what did the Goddesses bless you with this time?”

The divine beings were rather generous towards the chosen hero. Last time he had received a pair of handy clawshots, which you also utilized from time to time. Who could blame you? They were rather fun.

With a sheepish smile, he sheathed his weapon and held his closed hand out to you. Now it was your turn to raise your eyebrow in puzzlement as you looked down at his hand. Receiving something that fit into the palm of his admittedly large hand as a blessing didn’t seem overly exciting. He then opened his palm, revealing a pair of bright red-

“Earrings?”

When you looked up at the hero again, he merely shrugged, that slight grin never quite fading from his face. The items in question puzzled you. What would a pair of ordinary-looking earrings do?

“Are they… Magical?

Link nodded as a response, as he often did, and immediately began removing his current jewelry from his pointed ears. The blue rings on his earlobes were beautiful. If you had even the slightest bit of courage, you’d tell him that they complimented his eyes extremely well. The red ones, however… They looked off to you.

You didn’t even notice your face twisting into a frown until he stopped what he was doing and looked at you, a questioning expression on his face.

“What’s wrong?”

His question brought you back to reality, and you crossed your arms, eyes finding the ground.

“I like the blue ones better,” you mumbled, not sure if you wanted him to hear that. The chuckle he let out told you that he did, however.

The tiniest part of you turned into dust and got stomped on by a Loftwing when you saw him take out those stunning earrings of his that he so quickly forsake and when the crimson ones replaced them, you were ready to practically rip them out. They glowed nicely though, most likely due to whatever magical property they housed within them.

Link then tilted his head, showing the earrings off.

“How do they look?” He asked, almost playfully. You scoffed jokingly and rolled your eyes, grinning at his words.

“I’d rather not say. Din may not take too kindly to my obscene opinion,” you laughed. In truth, however, he looked as good as ever, even though you still preferred the cerulean hoops decorating his ears.

“Well… Could you hold onto these, then? I’d like to wear them again after we’re done here.”

He let out a laugh again, gently grabbing a hold of your hand and placing his previous earrings on the palm of it. He looked at you, a gentle glow embedded in his eyes.

His voice that you didn’t hear as often as you would have liked to, was soft and clear, something you never got tired of hearing. His smile was warm and welcoming and you almost instinctively mirrored that.

“Gladly, I’ll even polish them for you so you don’t have to even consider wearing those again,” you joked, pointing at the spiky jewelry with your eyes. Link shook his head slightly but maintained a smile on his lips before letting go of your hand, leaving the earrings to you, which you immediately placed in your pouch.

“Let’s get going then.”

He walked past you and you followed, heart beating slightly faster than before. Your eyes were glued on his new pair of crimson hoops that now rested upon his ears. The corner of your mouth turned upwards. The earrings aside, you were glad that he was safe. Closer to fulfilling his destiny. Though you’d make sure he did it clad in those azure earrings you were so fond of.

[silkylious]

“I love you. Truly, deeply, eternally.” (Lucifer x Reader)

fandom: obey me! shall we date?

pairing: lucifer x gn reader

warnings: angst, fluff (mildly lol), suggestive (nothing explicit though!), bittersweet, ambiguous ending (??), unedited 

wc: 2.1k

“Lucifer?” you called out to him on a whim, eyes trailing the seconds ticking away on his grandfather-clock.

“Yes?” he didn’t spare you a glance as he worked methodically through his second hill of paperwork; a heaping stack of duties assigned to him by Diavolo, endless bills–a consequence of Mammon’s latest spending spree, you ought to talk to him about those soon–and the sort piled neatly on his pristine desk, slowly but surely decreasing in size as Lucifer burned through the tedious task with unwavering efficiency. You felt exhausted just watching him work. Lucifer? He hadn’t so much as blinked more than three times in the past five minutes (yes, you counted). Obsidian sleeves rolled up just past his elbows, hair perfectly framing his face with one strand slightly out of place–hot–and a gentle crease between his brows (the only observable hint alluding to the mounting stress on his shoulders). He looked positively delectable, nothing like someone who’s been working diligently for hours without any breaks. But that just served as a testament to the fundamental difference between the two of you, you supposed.

“I’m in love with you,”

That made his meticulous fingers pause in their tracks.

“Pardon?”

As it turned out, his ears hadn’t, in fact, deceived him. You repeated the confession as if it weighed nothing on your tongue. You were strangely calm given the words you’d just blurted out; he almost didn’t recognize you. An unfamiliar shade of desperation painted all over your face, and yet your voice bared to him a serene conviction, one he’d never heard from you before. Lucifer’s heartbeat stumbled in your wake.

Basking in your courageous display just a second longer, he sighed. Too bad he’d have to mutilate such a pretty sight so soon.

That didn’t go exactly as he’d planned. The harsh rejection barely deterred you, leaving only a petulant pout on your lips and a promise that you’d come talk to him later.

Lucifer was anything but stupid. He knew that he let things stray too far between you, knew it was his fault for not pulling away from your kisses and instead indulging you (and himself) to the fullest. His fault for ignoring the guilt that settled deep in his gut like hunks of steel when you looked at him like he’d never experienced before. Lucifer had lived for many millennia, had relished the warmth of countless passionate lovers and faceless hookups, none of which had ever set him alight from the inside out like your adoring gaze had. It terrified him how after all these years, watching humans thrive and collapse over and over again, he thought he’d seen everything there is to see, all that humans had to offer. And then you come along, reinventing what love meant right before his eyes, with a simple look no less.

He never intended for you to fall in love with him, and he never intended to reciprocate. Had he been mortal, maybe things wouldn’t be so complicated. But life dealt a cruel hand, and he wasn’t. A relationship like yours was doomed to crumble in heartache from the start, it was best to stop it before things went too far. That was the plan anyway.

You didn’t share the same sentiment.

With one last exasperated sigh, Lucifer focused his attention back on his duties. He didn’t know how long he could hold up against your persistence, and honestly he preferred not to dwell on it. Whatever outcome lied for the both of you in the near future, itching one step closer with each tick on the clock, he’d face it head on when it was time.

Meanwhile, you laid wide awake, in your bed, rethinking every decision that led you here. You didn’t regret your confession, nor were you keen on giving up, but Lucifer’s ruthless rejection, his vehement claim that a relationship between a human and a demon is destined to end in tragedy festered a bud of doubt in you. You noted pettily that he hadn’t outright denied any feelings for you. How could he? Lucifer was many, ugly things but a liar’s not one of them; you wouldn’t believe him even if he did lie, not with how delicately he holds your hand in his gloved one, not with how heartbreakingly beautiful he was when he lets you in at his lowest, stripped completely of his pride.

You knew though, that as much as Lucifer was a creature of the past, he was a creature of regrets.

Somehow, you’d managed to reach the heart of the Avatar of Pride himself, bestowing a porcelain touch on it and subsequently rocking the monotony of his endless life. Despite the acknowledgment of both your feelings, you weren’t naïve enough to dismiss how his heart drums thousands of years apart from yours and would continue to do so long after yours gave its last valiant pump.

He was a creature of the past you realized; humans intently watch minutes, hours, years approach because there’s only so much of them live out, there’s only so much to do in a lifetime. Naturally it would be counterintuitive to waste scarce time on the past. The immortal have no such concern. When time is limitless, and life is all but a blur of recycled events, its only instinctive to lose interest in what’s to come. And you guessed, maybe there was a strange comfort in the predictability of eternity, maybe that’s why Lucifer was so offput by the notion of something serious yet temporary, especially romance.

You decided. You wouldn’t let him look back and ponder what ifs in that stubborn head of his, not while you were still breathing. With regained determination, you glanced one last time at your countertop alarm and entered a dreamless slumber.

Not even two days later, three consecutive raps on his door made Lucifer rub at his temples for the nth time and begrudgingly called for you to enter. Piled on his desk were several stacks of papers (as was the usual), though, that night he was in a particularly sour mood. Ever since your confession, he’d been feeling uneasy, Diavolo hurling more work at him last minute was only pushing him to his wit’s end.

“Lucifer,” he hummed in response, not bothering to conceal his growing agitation. “we need to talk,”

Ah, there it was. He was wondering when you’d confront him again.

“I believe I made myself quite clear last time,” he sighed, dropping his pen and finally meeting your eyes. “If this is about your feelings again then I’m sorry but I can’t–”

“But why? Can you really say that what we have isn’t special at all?” your lower lip quivered just a bit and Lucifer had to fight the immediate reflex of holding you close and hushing your worries. His impassiveness quickly arose frustration out of you. “God Damnit, Lucifer! All I want is to be with you while I still can! To die with no regrets, knowing you’ll be there with me, but it’s very fucking hard to do that when you’re too scared of the future to do something about–about us!”

It was a low blow to go after his pride, you knew that, but he wasn’t giving you much to work with.. Rubbing salt in a ghastly wound had certainly done the trick, the dimmed crimson that pooled just below his pupil began to shine scarlet. You would have found it gorgeous had it not been imbued with near murderous intent. Lucifer’s poker face was rapidly breaking, a horrid mix of anger and melancholy sat heavy in his throat. He was looking straight at you, but his eyes were somewhere else, some time else. He was staring hundreds of years behind you at an unhealed, poorly bandaged cut. An everlasting guilt he carried with him everywhere.

“What would you know about regret?” he breathed out the words like they’re bullets, whatever restraint he’d managed to scarp together deteriorating. He stepped closer, each stride bigger than the last as he closed the distance between you, a perfect diamond manifesting on his forehead and you could see the beginnings of black feathers sprouting from his back. “Do you have the slightest clue what a blessing mortality is? Do you have any idea how agonizing it is to live with your regrets and not be able to die with them?”

“You’re right. I don’t,” you stood your ground. “But, do you really want to live with one more regret to bear?”

He kissed you. He kissed you like he hated you, animosity and anger and pain and, most prominently, pining spilling from his lips. Lucifer parted from you just as quickly as he’d initiated the kiss, taking the time to let his irritation bleed out of him, until he was left grappling with (frankly terrifying) longing and adoration. Just this once, he’d take a leap of faith, he’d break his own rigorous code and take the risk of undying heartache in the future to be with you in the now.

One kiss turned into many, and soon you found yourselves stumbling your way from his office to his bedroom. He couldn’t get enough of you, the thought that some day he would be deprived of you broke him and made him yearn to cherish you just as much. Precious things aren’t meant for longevity, he learned. All the more reason to treasure them when given the chance. You were pushed onto his bed and not once did his hands and mouth and breath leave your skin; he couldn’t bear sever that connection.

Before long, your hands were pined to the mattress, fingers tightly laced with his as if he was petrified the moment will break and a thousand years would pass you by the instant he let go.

“I love you. Truly and deeply.”

Neither of you heard the clock strike midnight.

Lucifer was well-acquainted with sleepless nights. He was no stranger to the prick at the corner of his eye, excruciatingly familiar with midnight’s cold, lonely touch. But this one was different. Where usually lied a cool emptiness in his sheets, your warm, inviting body was just in reach. Where the corners of his mind were usually plagued by past mistakes and sorrowful repentance, you were all he could think about. He reflected on your words now that the high of emotions had worn off. He still disagreed with you on many things and, if he was being true to himself, it would take more than one night to abandon his reluctance, much more. But he was willing to put in his fair share of effort. He was willing to do many things for you, he mused. You were right about one thing though, regardless of whether or not he acted on his feelings, your parting would hurt all the same. Part of him was still resentful that he let himself fall so deeply in love with you, and a part of him knew it couldn’t be helped. You’d carved a home for yourself out of his heart, invited yourself in and declared pompously you’d be there to stay, and he’d be damned to hell all over again if he said he didn’t like that.

Pulling you closer to leech off your warmth, for the first time in forever, he dreamt of the future, a future with you.

Snapping out his reverie, Lucifer refocused his vision on the framed picture before him. It’s been a couple dozen years, the pain dulled into a hollow longing, and yet not a single regret weighed on his back. He was astonished, how you, who had lived but a fraction of his own lifetime, had such impeccable foresight. He lays in bed every night and morning thanking you for not giving up, knowing that if you had, he’d be spending the rest of his infinite days in self-loathing regret.

All Lucifer could ask for now is a little guidance. What was he to do now? Was he even capable of falling in love again after you? Would he allow it? All questions that began frequenting his head since you’re no longer there to occupy it. He only knew is that he’d love you, and love you, and love you until this world fell apart. He toyed with the idea of reincarnation. It certainly wasn’t out of the realm of possibility; he saw you in everything he did. Strange how you’d taught him more about appreciating every day’s mundanities than he had in the many eons he’s been alive. Lucifer wonders about the possibility of you donning the same white wings he once had back in the Celestial Realm. If you ever did, he wonders about the complications that would arise from that, he wonders if you’d even remember him. All Lucifer was left with was a simple truth. If you ever came back, whichever form you may take, he’d welcome you back into the adobe of his heart without a second thought.

He ran his thumb over your smile, a bittersweet acceptance in his own.

“I love you. Truly, deeply, eternally.”

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