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kittykatthatbitesback · 2 months

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Hey! I love your beach head canons, and I would love to see your take on the Hazbin Hotel characters on a road trip/maybe a trip to a theme park? I feel like that would be cute lol.

Yes of course! This sounds so fun but I decided to make it a road trip to wherever the reader decides (Theme park, wherever)! This actually works perfectly as a prequel/sequel to my Beach Trip! Headcanons I've posted. Hope you enjoy!

Hazbin Hotel Road Trip! Headcanons

Characters: Charlie, Vaggie, Alastor, Angeldust, Husk, Sir Pentious, Vox, Lucifer, Adam, and Cherri Bomb

Charlie 🐐🫶

Originally wanted to be the one to drive, but Vaggie figured her inclination to be distracted by anything on the side of the road would cause everyone to crash, so Vaggie refused to let her drive at any point

Doesn’t even have her license so she wouldn’t be able to drive anyways so

“Ugh fine! Well, then, I call shotgun!!”

Went from Princess of Hell to passenger princess hehe

Was upset at not driving but got over it quickly as realizing she enjoys the view more than driving

“Oh my gosh look at those deer! Wait there’s more over there! Wait. Did we just drive past the rest area, I need to pee again!!”

Constantly nags the driver by chitchatting to them, regardless if they’re listening

A bad habit of hers is playfully hitting others when Charlie talks, but she forgets to not do this when driving

A couple of minor accidents nearly occur but she is unfazed

Is so pumped and asks to stop and look at any roadside attraction

It begins to become a bit annoying after a while

Vaggie ❌🥀

Is the one who drives for the most part on this road trip

Is a bit grumbly because she was woken up so early by an eager Charlie to go on this trip and needs her beauty sleep

Is the only one who can handle Charlie’s constant nagging and pushing, and is also the only one with a license out of the whole group, so logically the ex-Angel is the one who drives

Only pays attention to the road and not Charlie unfortunately for maximum safety

Is sipping on a large Circle K cup that she filled with Monster Energy prior to the trip

This just barely wakes her enough to watch the road

Has a bit of road rage but these guys are from Hell, what can you expect

Refuses to waste gas so only stops for gas when the car is literally empty

Empty like everyone else had to get out of the car and push it to the nearest gas station that was three miles away, empty

“Come on guys, we’re almost there.” She’ll say smugly sipping her Monster from within the car in the AC

Alastor 🦌📻

Was invited on this road trip, but ended up driving on his own to their destination

Yes, he doesn’t have a license, but he’s the Radio Demon he does what he pleases

Mainly decided to drive separately so that he could listen to his radio in peace without complaints or extra unnecessary noise

Is listening to jazz, and keeps on repeating the songs: “Fly Me to the Moon” and “Sing, Sing, Sing”

Also prefers to be alone, he vibes better that way and is more in his element

Drives the coolest, red, vintage pick up truck ever

All the girls and guys at the stop lights are just fawning over him but the Radio Demon can’t see anything past the road in his shades

Drives super fast and only stops for gas, which considering the age of his truck, ends up happening often

Angeldust 🕷️❤️‍🔥

Wanted to get one of those party buses with the strip poles inside but now has to make do with the crew’s giant van

Enough space to do lines of coke so it’s okay

Obviously snuck in drugs and alcohol, this is a given, it’s Angeldust come on

“I call aux!!” and plays his playlist titled Cunty B*tch

It’s a bunch of Ayesha Erotica, Kesha, Lady Gaga, Britney Spears, etc.

Screams all of the songs at the top of his lungs while hanging out of the window

“HE MIGHT NOT LOOK LIKE HE GETS BITCHES, BUT HONEY THAT DICK WAS ELEVEN INCHES!”

Husk has to pull him inside but he’s just having the time of his life

Loud as Hell but provides the entertainment, and Vaggie appreciates his music taste

Has to get Vaggie to pull over and proceeds to violently throw up all the alcohol he chugged earlier on the side of the highway as Cherri films laughing from inside the van

Immediately falls asleep after this embarrassing moment as the aftermath of his “fun” takes a toll on him

Husk 🐈‍⬛🥃

Was planning to catch up on missed hours of sleep by dozing through this entire trip, but Angeldust made this quite hard

Is wrapped up in a blanket, eye mask on, earplugs in, headphones on, neck pillow propped, and stuffed toy snuggled (HE SLEEPS WITH A STUFFED TOY OMG)

It’s a miniature Pegasus he named after his favorite drink: Whiskey

Angeldust, Cherri, and Adam won’t stop making fun of him the entire trip

This, plus Angeldust’s music, Charlie’s nonstop talking causes Husk to EXPLODE

“IF YOU ALL DONT SHUT THE FUCK UP FOR A SECOND!”

But his geared-up sleep ware makes him look a bit goofy as he shouts this, so everyone instead bursts out laughing

The feline just grumbles to himself as he decides to just stare out the window depressingly for the rest of the ride

Gets bored and ends up practicing Poker and Solitaire with the cards he brought

Is also keeping an eye on Angeldust who at first was off the wall

Once Angeldust passes out, Husk covers him with his blanket so he’s not cold (aww)

Sir Pentious 🐍🥚

Actually was the one who designed and crafted the van

The original van wasn’t big enough for the whole crew after Cherri decided to join in last minute, so of course the snake is going to build an ENTIRE new vehicle for his Cherri Bomb <3

Engineered the van for maximum comfort and refused Angeldust’s pleads for strip poles inside; “Thossse would be ssso uneccesssary!”

Instead, he included luxurious feet space, and AC and heater system throughout the whole van, seats with massaging for backs and feet, mini TVs on the back of each seat, and a fancy mini fridge for food

Also built miniature seats for his Egg Bois with built-in heating pads in case they get too cold in the AC

These Egg Bois have a really specific temperature range they can survive in, so those same heating pads were engineered by Sir Pentious to also work as cooling pads

“Anything for my babiesss”

Came extra prepared and was the only one to bring snacks and drinks to put in the cooler

Is constantly offering Cherri a water or coke whenever she is “looking a bit dehydrated”

Which happens to be every 2 minutes according to him

Is trying so hard to flex on her the fact that he built the van

“Ssssoo Cherri, how are you enjoying the back masssssage? I programmed it to perfectly meet the needsss of a beautiful lady like you”

Bro with 0 rizz somehow ends up charming her

Vox 🖥️⚡️

This TV ignores the mini TVs Sir Pentious built arguing they’re “not of top Vox quality”

Tries to hijack them to prove his point, but Sir Pentious is smarter than that and even his mini TVs are Vox-resistant

Ego bruised, now tries to hijack the radio to turn off Angeldust’s loud ass music, but Sir Pentious ALSO came prepared for that

Sir Pentious even shaped his seat and headrest to fit Vox’s big ass TV head perfectly, so Vox isn’t able to complain about anything

Now an upset Vox is left to sit in silence for most of the trip

Will chime in occasionally to the conversations but you can tell his pride was hurt

Spends his hours of silence to brainstorm ways to defeat Alastor

Lucifer 🪽🐤

Brought his rubber duckies to play house with them on the ride

To everyone’s surprise, knows all the lyrics to all of Angeldust’s songs

“What! I enjoy these too!” Proceeds to lip sync them in the most fruity way

Is Lucifer straight or gay? Bi? No one knows.

Is definitely that one person in a car ride to try to start a game of “100 bottles of beer on a wall” or the game of concentration

LIVES for these games

“20 questions” is his favorite

Tries to get everyone involved and yells at Husk once he sees he’s playing his own game of Poker

Husk suggests that Lucifer should play the silent game

Will try to convince the others to play by reciting them old dad jokes

This does not work

Adam 🎸🤘

Will definitely pig out on all of those snack Sir Pentious brought

“YO WHERE THE FUCK IS THE BEER”

Forces Vaggie to stop at a gas station 5 minutes into the trip to buy 3 twelve packs of beer

Is absolutely in his happy place with the massage chair, vast feet space, TV playing “Too Hot to Handle”, chips, and beer

Is the only one who manages to trash his space with wrappers, spills, and crumbs

Does not give a fuck

Has his window down, sunglasses on, and wind blowing in his face while he just yells

Shouts and catcalls to every hot chick they pass by

Brought an air horn to do that more efficiently while on the highway

Is seated next to Vox so is taunting and teasing him about the whole incident earlier

“Hmm not so tough anymore huh? Even these mini TVs are doing a better job than you!”

Is a bit of a menace

Cherri Bomb 🍒💣

Only joined last minute for the trip because she thought it would be lame at first

But Angeldust promised to bring along drugs and alcohol so she agreed

Made a certain snake sooo happy that she decided to come

Is constantly nagged by him throughout this whole trip but she has grown used to it

She even starts to think it’s cute how much he cares

Has to stop to go pee so often because of all the beverages Sir Pentious keeps offering her

Doesn’t wait for a rest area, will pop a squat on the side of the road

Sings along with Angeldust (and Lucifer??) to all the songs

Actually she’s the one who made the playlist and shared it with Angeldust ;)

“Ooh ooh skip this one, the next one’s even better!”

Brought an Erotica novel to read (she usually just skips to the good parts)

Is glad to be sitting next to Angeldust but still films him as he throws up so that they can joke about it later

Passes time with him playing, Fuck, Marry, Kill

She ends up answering Fuck to all the options

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coralinnii · 6 months

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Hey hey! Congrats on the milestone! Now on to the request.

Neige

Lilia

Ruggie

Jamil

What would a beach date be like with them? Also please keep it as gn neutral as possible.

- 💚 Anon

❋ It’s a Beach Episode ❋

↳ Beach date with him

feat: Neige ⭑ Lilia ⭑ Ruggie ⭑ Jamil

genre: fluff

note: no pronouns used with the reader, established relationships, reader is wearing swimwear but style is unspecified,

I’m an advocate for sunscreen in daily skincare. It doesn’t matter where you are, when it is, or how resilient your skin is, protecting your beautiful face and body is a must. Also, having grown up near a beach, I have may have lost the hype for beach outings ^_^” But I hope you still enjoy~

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Due to Neige’s rising fame, having an intimate moment with you was not as easy as one would hope. Fortunately, Sage’s Island is a fairly remote area where inhabitants live a peaceful, secluded life which gave the sweet man an idea; a picnic date on the quiet beach.

Neige would be punctual to the meet-up, perhaps even 15 minutes early just so he doesn’t make you wait. Imagine a shy but excited little gentleman would stand alone with a basket of goodies to share, eager to see you.

Whether you chose to wear a swimsuit or something easy to wear by the waters, Neige would be immediately starstruck by your casual beauty. Seeing you glow under the sun while a gentle sea breeze wave through, you looked straight out from a fairytale to him. He specifically chose a time and area where there were little people roaming around, but even if it was as crowded as a summer festival, you were the apple of his eye and everything else would fade into the background.

Neige is very easy-going, willing to go with the flow. If you wanted to splash around in the ocean, he would enthusiastically jump and start a playful play fight in the cooling waters. If not, he’s just as happy to just sit down on a blanket, sharing the sweet treats he made while chatting away about everything and anything.

No matter what the two of you did, the young starlet never felt more at peace than he was with you. Don’t get him wrong, he loves his fans and he’s proud of all the work he put to bring recognition to his name, but there’s just something about spending the day just watching you smile and laugh washes the hidden burdens on his shoulders.

The day ends with the two of you watching the sun set beneath the horizon, Neige’s head laying atop of yours as you listen to the waves and the sounds of your heartbeat.

“I’ll tell you a secret. I’ve been really looking forward to this day! I almost couldn’t sleep last night, because I was just so excited to see you.”

A day at the beach with Lilia would be less of a date and more of an adventure (unless that is your ideal date). Lilia lives in the moment with great vigour so be prepared for a date filled with activities and games.

Lilia would not be shy about complimenting your swimwear, you would be absolutely darling, just like him. The cheeky fae would be confident enough to say the two of you would be the most adorable couple on the beach by far. No matter how you choose to dress, he would be proud to show you off and would bluntly say with no shame, especially so if he knows you get flustered about it.

“Hehe, my dear is particularly captivating today, much like a joyful summer day.”

Expect lots of fun with Lilia as the two of you go around the beach making the most of the day. Swimming, surfing, tubing, trying out the dessert stands, there is not a boring moment with the outgoing senior.

Lilia would be receptive if you were to tell him if you were uncomfortable with some of the activities but at the same time, he would want to encourage you to break out of your comfort zone and live without regrets. He hopes that you would be unafraid to try new things with him, knowing that you can wholeheartedly trust him.

As I say that, I don’t think Lilia would pass up the chance to scare you just a little bit. He can’t help himself if he gets somewhat giddy to feel you hold him just a little tighter as you explored the hidden caves, or when he somehow convinced you to surf with him…on the same board.

You’d probably be exhausted by the end of the day but you can bet that it would be just like every day with Lilia, memorable.

“Oh, let us get a pair of matching shirts as a souvenir. Hmm, those shirts are a little too eccentric, you say? Nonsense! It screams major summer vibes, wouldn’t you say?”

Not gonna lie, you’re probably gonna have to try and convince Ruggie to go on a date like this with you. Afterall, time is money and he ain’t got a lot of the latter. But, give him a pout and ask really nicely and he’ll probably crack. He’s honestly just too weak for his lover, he’ll just pick up some extra shifts later.

He’d try to not be too obvious, but when he first saw you once you changed, he couldn’t stop glancing at you. You were attractive already but seeing you out of the school uniform, it was like a new side of you he hasn’t seen before.

His territorial instincts kicked in as he sensed gazes on the beach towards his direction. Then, he realized it wasn’t towards the hyena beastman… Suddenly, he was shamelessly clinging to you with an arm constantly around you. It isn’t necessarily because Ruggie is jealous, but rather he’s too greedy to share his lover, in any way.

Aside from perhaps some summer shifts, Ruggie didn’t have the time to hang around beaches for fun so he wasn’t sure what to do. However, if you mentioned that sometimes people would collect sea creatures to eat, Ruggie’s scruffy tail started to wag. Oh, tell him more.

You and Ruggie would stroll by the low tides while you went seashell collecting (among other shell “varieties”). While it may not be the date you were expecting, how could you not smile fondly watching your boyfriend looking so cute while foraging for clams and mussels?

But your heart skipped a beat when Ruggie, with a cheeky grin but flushed cheeks, gave you a handful of beautiful shells of various shapes and colors. With his signature laugh, he said that he thought of you when he saw them, thinking you would like them.

Now sitting on a table in your bedroom is a cute little jar filled with those same shells.

“Shyehehe, they may not be fancy jewels or anythin’, but I could at least do somethin’ like this”

Jamil is another workaholic to convince. You would need Kalim with you to convince him that no, the Scarabia dorm will not burn down in the hours he will be gone.

Once you finally convinced him, then Jamil would start immediately packing essentials (and nonessentials) to what was supposed to be a simple date by the beach. Sunscreen, shades, blankets, spare swimwear, chargers, bandaids, umbrellas… you would think the two of you were around to leave the island instead. Even Jamil knew he might be going overboard but he doesn't want to risk anything on this rare day off with you.

The moment he saw you in your swimwear, there was a rush of nerves in his body. There was something about seeing you on this day, where it’s just the two of you, felt intimate and something that was only for him. That compelled him to naturally hide under his hoodie, embarrassed to feel this happy over seeing a new side of you.

Like Ruggie, Jamil has keen eyes and he could tell when eyes were following them. The long-haired man is quick to hand you his hoodie, telling you with ease that the sun is especially harsh that day.

Which leads to how you two decided to put on sunscreen while you can. One of Jamil’s love languages is acts of service so he was already pulling you close to apply sunscreen generously on your skin (wherever you were comfortable with).

The vice housewarden was gentler with your face, cradling your cheeks as he used his fingers to ease the product on your skin. The warmth of his hands distracted you from the coldness of the sunscreen, or could it actually be the burn in your cheeks.

Jamil may not be any better, though. Even after applying the sunscreen, Jamil did not let go of your face, seemingly lost in your eyes. His charcoal eyes drank in your attention, a satisfying sensation filled him as he only sees himself reflected in your lovely eyes as he was sure his eyes reflected only you, As though nothing else was more important.

Eventually, Jamil released your face as he stood up. He offered his hand to you, with a softer look in his eyes. He was here as your boyfriend, after all. No duties, no stressful obligations, just a young man free to share a day with his beloved.

“What should we do, you ask? Hm, would you follow what I say today? Heh, no need to panic, it’s a day for us to enjoy, afterall.”

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sparkles-rule-4eva · 2 months

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🎵 Whoooo wants a nice little short 'n sweet post-Prime one shot with Sonic and Tails and some angst and also fluff and cuddles and nightmares and sadness and cuteness and the implementing of that one headcanon from the post I made about Sonic getting more cuddly and clingy when he's hurt or upset??? 🎵

Sonic Prime - Healing Hugs

Something had happened in the cave with Sonic. Tails was absolutely certain of it.

At first, it had just been pleasant changes, pleasant surprises. Sonic had suddenly switched to being a 100% team player, had started paying attention to each and every thing Tails instructed, and seemingly communicated with Shadow just as the Ultimate Lifeform arrived out of nowhere to Chaos Control the Paradox Prism to who-knows-where.

Then there had been the more weird changes.

Every time Tails opened his mouth, Sonic would drop everything to listen to every word with laser focus, even if it was about something as simple as what he was going to get for dinner or some cool comics he'd read. He was giving a lot more hugs, too, far more than usual. Sonic used to be a lot more selective about physical affection, but now, Tails couldn't seem to get through 30 minutes of a day without his older brother scooping him up in an embrace, however brief. Not that he was complaining, it was nice.

He kept catching the hedgehog lying around in the grass, fingering the green leaves with utter delight in his eyes. Once he found him on the beach, sitting in a palm tree and singing some kind of pirate-y sounding song. Another time he found him wandering slowly around the woods nearby, talking to the flickies about how pretty the trees were.

Something was off, but Tails couldn't put his finger on it. From his perspective, he hadn't seen anything out of the ordinary happen during the battle in the cave, but Sonic's change in behavior made it painfully obvious something had.

Especially when the more negative changes started manifesting.

Not negative in a sense that Sonic was doing anything wrong. But he seemed . . . a little rattled. Some of his hugs were far more than just quick side squeezes. Sometimes he'd stare at Tails with an oddly pensive, faraway look in his eyes.

In bed, one night about a week after the cave incident, Tails found himself tossing and turning. These thoughts were driving him up the wall with how often they'd been occupying his mind lately.

He wanted so badly to sit down with Sonic and ask him what happened. He knew something had happened. But whether Sonic was willing to talk about it was another question entirely. He knew something was different, but he also knew his brother. Sonic didn't like uncomfortable conversations. If he felt unsafe, he would run.

Tails knew better than to confront him with questions that Sonic would likely not want to answer. If he'd wanted to tell Tails what was going on, what was different, he probably would've told him already.

With an exhausted sigh, Tails gave up trying to sleep and sat up in bed, casting a quick glance at the digital clock on his nightstand.

3:47 a.m.

Great. Even when I'm not working on a project, I STILL end up sleep-deprived. He smirked. At least Sonic can't get ticked at me this time, it's not my fault.

Speaking of the Blue Devil, he was right down the hall. Conked out on the couch, where he often slept. In fact, he'd been sleeping there every night for the past week.

Since he couldn't sleep, anyway, Tails slipped out of bed and crept down the hall, having memorized which boards creaked and which ones didn't. He half-hoped Sonic was awake so he'd have someone to talk to, but as he emerged into the living room, he saw his brother sound asleep, half-curled on his side.

Tails blinked and looked closer.

Sonic was asleep, but . . . he was also clinging extra tightly to his pillow. And he looked . . . incredibly stressed.

Was he having a bad dream?

Tails took a couple steps towards the couch until he stood right beside it. In past experiences where he'd found his brother having a nightmare, talking it out rarely helped. Sometimes even waking him up didn't help, either. He usually just wound up disoriented and panicking, and sometimes even ran off to deal with his feelings alone out in the wilderness.

Tails really didn't want him to leave. He also didn't want him to be alone.

He reached out and ever so gently placed his hand over Sonic's clenched fist, both ungloved.

One thing he had discovered about his brother during hard times like this was that he became more clingy. On the rare occasion he was visibly upset, he'd sometimes come up and just hug Tails without a word. When he was sick or injured somehow (and actually allowing himself to be taken care of), he tended to snuggle more. If he was in enough pain, he'd hold onto Tails as tightly as he could. Sometimes he'd do the same with their other friends, but Tails was always his go-to.

Not that it happened very often. Tails only knew these things because he'd known Sonic for most of his life. Sonic had raised him. He'd seen more of Sonic than anyone else had.

Now, he rubbed a finger over his brother's fist for a moment, then very carefully tugged the pillow out of Sonic's unconscious grasp. He set it softly on the floor, then carefully clambered onto the couch next to him, lay down, and hugged him tightly.

Without waking up, Sonic wrapped his arms around him in return and held him close, burying his face between Tails's ears with a barely audible whimper.

Tails could feel his brother's heartbeat racing, so he snuggled in closer and softly began to purr.

And, with time, he felt Sonic start to calm down.

A couple minutes went by, and his heart rate slowed down just a bit. The tension coiled throughout his entire body started to unwind, and his spiked-up quills lowered slightly in a more relaxed position. His ears were still kinda droopy, but he seemed a lot more restful than he had a few minutes ago.

Tails smiled, still bundled up tightly against Sonic. And his smile only grew wider when he felt his brother start purring, too.

There was something infinitely comforting about being held, about snuggling with his brother, the person who loved him to the moon and back. The person he loved in exactly the same way. For those moments, the very problems that had been keeping Tails awake half an hour earlier seemed to fade. He was here, Sonic was here, no words were spoken or needed, and they would be okay.

Tails slept soundly for the rest of the night.

The sound of flickies singing from the treetops woke Sonic the next day. He blinked blearily as his eyes came into focus, and he realized that Tails had joined him sometime during the night.

Once upon a time, waking up to find him right there had made him jump. It didn't anymore.

He smiled, carefully adjusting one hand so he could stroke his little brother's bangs and give him a tiny scratch behind one ear. Tails mumbled something unintelligible in his sleep, and snuggled closer in Sonic's chest.

He grinned wider. Tails hadn't been snuggly to this level in a while. Granted, he'd always been the more snuggly one of the two of them, but still. It kind of reminded Sonic of the first couple years he'd been taking care of Tails, when the kit was between 3 and 4 years old.

His smile faded a little as he thought of Nine at that age, still alone, still being bullied and hurt, with no one to save him and show him the love and care he deserved.

He could only hope that the other Shatterverse variants were showing him such kindness now. The thought that he would never get to see him again made his heart ache in a way he couldn't quell.

Sonic studied Tails's sleeping face, noting the intense similarities and differences between him and Nine. He wondered whether Nine had always existed even before the Shatter event, as a part of his little brother that Tails would never bring to light. Was it the same with Mangey and Sails?

A tiny snort escaped him against his will as he thought about whether Mangey's existence was an implication that a part of Tails just wanted to go a little feral. Sometimes he couldn't blame him.

His suppressed laugh had Tails stirring, blinking open his big blue eyes. He looked back at Sonic, grinning sleepily. "G'morning."

Sonic ruffled his bangs again, smiling as Tails giggled. "G'morning, little buddy."

Stop calling me that!

He froze at the memory of Nine's angry shout, and Tails clearly saw it.

"Are you okay?" he asked with a gentle, inquiring frown, slowly sitting up.

Sonic sighed as he sat up as well, leaning back to stretch, then pulled his little brother close again. "I've got a story for you, bud," he admitted, deciding it was about time to open up about what had really happened in the cave.

Tails gazed up at him with surprise, but then smiled and nodded.

"I'm listening," he replied quietly.

AO3 version

Did I come up with this while hugging a giant pillow during my nap earlier today? Maybe :3

I also maybe just really wanted to implement that headcanon somewhere teehee

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mystar-girl57 · 1 year

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𝐌𝐲 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐦

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞

Summary: widowed!jake sully x fem!reader

Warnings: reader has Thalassophobia (phobia of oceans/deep and large bodies of water), argument, reader nearly panicking, sad Tuk

Comments: I’m gonna say right now I’ve done so much research and I cannot find what the Metkayina sleep on 😭. I dont know if its hammocks or cots or whatever but someone please tell me if they know. Also if you can listen to the song Meadow Lands by A.J. Meadow towards the end of the chapter it really helped inspire the ending/setting

Today was your first official day in Awa'atlu, which meant today would be your first day learning the ways of the water with the Metkayina. The roar of the ocean filled your ears as you made your way outside of your marui pod. The kids were already gone having left with Tsireya and her older brother Aonung after breakfast and Jake left not much long after with Tonowari leaving you alone. At first you were confused, how come you had not gone with either group? Surely you too needed to learn their ways so that you would not be useless like Tonowari said. But the more you thought of it your selfish side assured you that this would be fine, you staying back.

But that moment was unfortunately short lived, your ears perked up to the sound of your name being called. You did not need to turn around to know who it was. Ronal. When you finally shifted to look at her she stood there with her usual reserved and powerful demeanor. She was the true definition of a power leader in your eyes. Someone that you knew you could only dream to be half of.

“Come,” she ordered, “it is time for us to begin.”

Just as you expected the woman made a beeline to the beach and continued to walk to the water. You however hung back, watching as the waves forced themself up on shore and slapped down onto the sand before fizzling out and drawing back into the water to recharge for the next wave. You wanted to go to the water, you truly did to show Ronal you were not the weak omatikayan she thought you to be but the more you thought about the ocean and what could happen to you should you enter the firmer you planted your four toes in the sand.

“Are you coming?” The tsahìk asked, raising a brow. When you did not move she let out an impatient huff. “If you are to learn our ways you must get in the water.”

Ronal walked away from the water, her large tail lashing slightly behind her as she got behind you. At first you did not understand what she was about to do but when Ronal put her hands on your back and gave you a shove to the water you caught on. “No- No.” you muttered and tried to brace your feet in the sand to push against her but she was strong. Stronger than any omatikayan woman or man that you had come across and you had a feeling that she was not even using her full strength to push your lithe body closer to the water.

With each push the tsahìk gave the more panicked you felt. Just as the water splashed against your toes you moved out of her way causing Ronal to stumble in surprise. You were panting, your ears pinned back. Your tail lashed nervously behind you as you shook steps back from the water and from the woman.

“I am- I am sorry but I cannot. I- I cannot go in the water.” You were fumbling for your words as you tried to block out the sounds of the waves breaking beside you. This is the closest you had come to the water and it petrified you. “I am truly sorry.”

Ronal was quiet as she stood up to her full height and brushed the sand off of her body. She looked at you with the same firm eyes as she had done the day before when you arrived, but this time she was not judging what was on the outside, she was studying what was on the inside.

“Ewya warned me about you.” She spoke after a while, coming closer. “She told me all the secrets that you keep,” Ronal placed a hand on your chest by your heart once she was close enough, “the storm that is swirling inside you. You have made her angry.”

Your ears twitched at her words, she was just like Mo’at telling you that Ewya was somehow upset with you. Did you ever make your deity happy?

“You are afraid.” Ronal continued moving her hand away from you. “You look at the water and only see danger, death, evil. You do not see it for its good, its nurturing.” You could not help but scoff. You had not grown up to by the water as Ronal had, you were not desensitized to it like she was.

“How do you expect to live here, become one of the Metkayina if you cannot swim? If you cannot learn to value the ocean?” Ronal continued to question.

That last question was what got you. You never wanted to be here, this was not your home! You belonged in the forest, hidden in the dark brush, kept cool by the shade the various plants provided. You were meant to race along the forest floor ‘till your heart's content. You were never meant to swim in the ocean, diving for shells and fish. You were only here because of a mate that you never wanted, you could have stayed back at High Camp and gone back to what was once your life of freedom. But those kids. Those four wonderous Sully children were the reason why you did not resist coming. You loved them and Neytiri too much to leave them helpless and alone in a world they were not familiar with. But of course you could not say any of this Ronal. She would have realized that you and Jake were not a true pair and who knows what would have happened then.

You felt an unpleasant feeling bubbling up in your stomach the longer you looked at Ronal. It felt alien compared to the usual calmness that floated through you. This feeling felt like someone had lit a raging fire in you and all the ugliness and admange that the uncontrolled fire caused threatened to come out. So instead of speaking you simply glared at Ronal.

This glaring contest between the two of you went on for several long seconds before you muttered a na’vi curse and turned away walking away from the beach and Ronal.

That night as you sat in tha Marui pod with the Sully’s the kids were excitedly chattering about their day with Olo'eyktan’s children, all they had learned about the water and the creatures that inhabit it.

“And they ride these little water animals called Ilus!” Tuk explained to you with twinkling eyes. “Tsireya showed us how to connect with them and ride them through the water! It was so easy! Though Lo’ak fell off instantly.” At her words Kiri and Neteyam burst out laughing, jabbing at their little brother while Lo’ak rolled his eyes. “The current was strong.” Lo’ak defended hotly, his cheeks coloring in embarrassment. “Oh and he and Tsireya got along really well.” Kiri smirked and her brother’s face grew even darker with embarrassment as he went to swing at her but his sister dodged. “Oh hush up Skxawng!” He hissed.

You chuckled “Okay, okay, settle.” And the kids were still giggling at Lo’ak. “So I hear that Dad tried to ride one of the Tsuraks.” Kiri spoke, trying to drum up another conversation. You glanced at Jake sitting across from you and by the look of his face it did not go well. “And that he wiped out like Lo’ak.” More laughter filled the marui pod and this time you could not help but join in. “Like father like son Aye baby brother?” Neteyam teased.

Jake rolled his eyes and looked to you before clearing your throat and saying your name causing you to look up. “And word from Tonorwari is that you did not even want to get in the water.” There was no laughter that followed his words as the attention was directed on you. You took a sip of your water and cleared your throat. “Well I had other things to tend to.” You lied with a hard stare to Jake, your eyes telling him to drop it.

“Why did you not get in the water Mama?” Tuk asked innocently not reading how uncomfortable you were with everyone’s eyes on you. Thankfully Kiri caught on and nudged Neteyam who got the message and instantly stood up. “I am so sorry but we need to go, Tsireya and the others wanted to show us something at the beach come eclipse.” Neteyam hastily said pulling up Lo’ak who looked beyond confused.

“We’ll be back soon!” Kiri called, leading the way out the door with a protesting Tuk in her arms.

When the kids were out it was back to silence. It was just you and Jake sitting on opposite sides of the fire, the light dancing across your faces casting long shadows behind you on the marui’s woven walls. You felt the feeling bloom in your stomach once more and your ears went down.

“Why are you like this?” You asked, setting your food down in front of you.

“Why am I like what?” Jake parroted, his tone shifting to annoyance.

“You know exactly what I am talking about!” You spat, “Always out to make sure that I trip and fall and make a fool of myself in front of others! The children did not need to know that I did not go in the water! They know that something is wrong! Look at the way that they rushed out!” It was early in the argument for you to raise your voice but with Ronal and him now Tonorwari getting into your business you had had about enough of it.

“The kids are going to see their friends, they told us.” Jake replied and your eye twitched.

“You know you really are a Skxawng.” You growled. This was your first time ever name calling someone out of pure anger and usually hated it but right now you felt nothing but satisfaction to let your feelings out a the thunder began to rumble outside.

“Watch it.” Jake warned with a growl but you kept on standing up to your full height.

“No. We are supposed to be mated” You make air quotes around the word, “and we have not even done with which I am completely fine with. I would not dare give myself up for someone who does not want me but you could at least be decent and treat me with some respect.”

“Treat you with some respect?,” Jake repeated with disbelief as he stood up. “What more respect do you want! I hunt for you I protect you! I let you be here with our kids! I-” he was at a loss for words as he put his hand to his hair. “You don’t love me and I don’t love you so what is the problem here?” He demanded

You were doing all you could to keep that bubbling in your stomach from crawling up your throat as the thunder got more fierce outside followed by rain but the change in weather went unnoticed by the two of you. “In case you have forgotten, your kids do not know that we never mated! They believe that we went through with it that we are mated by Ewya when all that we have genuinely shared between each other was whatever that hand grabbing thing that you did fifteen years ago!”

Jake ran a hand down his face, “First It is called a handshake and second I didn’t know that the na’vi saw it as a sign of aggression but I still taught you how to do it!”

You could tell just walking in the room how tense it was, that you were both holding back what you truly wanted to say. “Look, let us agree on something.” Your voice was now dangerously calm as you tried to not lose it. “We only tolerate each other because we both love your kids and that is it. You have no right to be poking into my personal life that is reserved for my mate.”

Jake’s ears simply twitched as the rain came crashing down in the sky and the kids came running back in and soaked but neither of you batted an eye. Your tails flicked and both kept staring at each other with angry eyes.

“Mom? Dad?” Kiri’s concerned voice cut through which instantly ended your angry staring contest. You both turned your heads to the soaked children and you frowned. “You did not go in the water this late did you?” You asked going to get a thick and fuzzy blanket (Jake called it a towel) to wrap around Kiri and Tuk then two for Neteyam and Lo’ak as they shivered. Tuk sneezed as her body shook from the cold.

“It is raining outside,” Kiri explained as you took Tuk from her and cradled her against you trying to warm her up. “It came out of nowhere, it felt angry, not cleansing, not like how storms usually feel.”

You felt a rush of guilt. These poor kids had left the pod to get away from the yelling match that you and Jake were having, leaving them out in the cold rain. Lo’ak who seemed to be shivering as bad as Tuk was beside you and you pulled him close.

Your ears were down, the fire in you extinguished. You had no idea what was going on with you lately. You were usually so calm, able to take any insult or hurtful action with ease without reacting. But since you had come out here you felt an anger inside you. Pent up aggression, you wanted to scream. Scream at Jake, at Mo’at, yell at Ronal and maybe cuss at Ewya. This feeling scared you and you held the two a little tighter to stop your own shaking.

It was not much later that the kids were put to bed. You walked over to where Tuk and Kiri lay and you pulled the blankets up and pressed the sides closer to their bodies, making sure they were tucked in. It was still raining outside but the thunder had stopped and the rain had receded to a drizzle.

Tuk’s eyes cracked open feeling the blankets move and when she saw it was you she yawned and rubbed her eyes. “Mama?” She whispered letting you know she was awake.

“Sorry yawnetu,” you whispered, sitting down beside the pallet. “I did not mean to wake you.” But Tuk shook her head at your apology. “It’s fine mama.” You nodded and leaned down to kiss her forehead, “Thank you darling, now get some sleep.”

You went to stand back up but Tuk grabbed your wrist making you turn with a frown. “Is everything okay?” You asked wondering if she was in some sort of pain as the youngest sully looked up at you with those big yellow eyes. “Is everything okay between you and Dad?”

You felt your heart squeeze at her words and you tried to think of something believable to soothe her fears though you hated lying to her. “Everything is fine Tuk,” you whispered sitting back down, “sometimes Mommies and Daddies get stressed and they do not know how to deal with that stress and they say things that they do not mean.” You tried to explain but Tuk was not satisfied. “But what about you with the water? Why did you not go in?”

Great. Another question you did not know how to answer. You knew that each question that Tuk asked was an innocent one, she did not know what emotions hid behind each word.

You sighed and rubbed her forehead and braids gently. “Sometimes I get scared,” you admitted. “everyone does, even adults and this was just one of those times.”

“Do you think you will ever get in?” Tuk continued to press on.

You shrugged your shoulders, “We will just have to see.” Before the little Sully had another chance to ask a question you tucked her back in and kissed her forehead. “Now get some sleep,” you whispered.

When you made sure she had laid down and her eyes were closed you went to check on the boys before looking over at jake who was laying on one side of the pallet that the two of you were meant to share. You could not find it in you to walk over and lay down beside him so instead you made your way outside of the marui pod.

The rain had come to an end when you stepped out, Polyphemus and its moons could now be seen in the sky, hanging among the stars. The bridge dipped and bounced as you walked along, taking your time soaking up the peace. Every so often you could catch soft snores coming from a marui pod where a family lay.

Kept on the path all the way down to a dead. The village was so much more peaceful at night, all the plants and animals glowing as their bioluminescent lights came to life when the eclipse came. The water looked less inviting however. It had gone from a transparent emerald to a murky black. No glowing animals insight.

Getting ready to turn back around and head to your marui there was a splash in the water causing you to whip your head around on high alert. But what made the sound was anything but dangerous. It was a smiling image ilu. Of course the only way that you knew this was from Tuk telling you what they looked like,with their long dark bodies and colorful splotches. This one matched her description to a T, even down to the two sets of orange eyes that it had.

It made a clicking sound followed by some high pitched whines, it was trying to talk to you urging you to come over. You looked at it hesitantly, your ears going down, what if it pulled you in and dragged you under? But the longer it looked at you with its four kind eyes you felt at ease and almost curious about it. Taking a small step forward and it gave a click, sounding like it was happy and its smile seemed to widen. It followed you with its eyes until you were at the edge and sat down.

It clicked and dove down into the water and back up. The bubbles it made glowed a bright blue and little pink and orange fish started to appear. Your eyes widened in wonder as everything began to light up. The ilu came back up clicking at you and nodded to the now lit up water.

You stiffened realizing it wanted you to go in and you backed up some. The ilu tilted its head confused and gently did the water up at you, the droplets splashing on you causing you to retract even further. Then it understood. It nodded some and put its head up beside you as a way of apologizing. It gave a quier click and whine, its big eyes connecting with yours.

You sighed looking down at your hands, “I am sorry,” you whispered, your vision becoming blurred with tears. “I am too much of a coward.” You hung your head in shame, the tears spilling over and dropping down onto your lap. You wished you could just get over what happened all those years ago, then it would be easier but you just could not bring yourself to get in.

Standing back up, Ilu clicked and you glanced back at it. “I am sorry friend.” Was all you could say before hurring away, leaving the ilu and the glowing fish at the end of the bridge.

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Attuma x Reader

Summary: Finding a job on an isolated island in the middle of nowhere was your introverted dream come true. Little did you know what was lurking in the ocean.

Attuma's head was the only thing out of the water, the rest of his body stayed hidden in the deep blue.

His eyes followed her as she walked along the beach.

She was new.

He saw the ship which dropped her off. He assumes she was the new keeper of the lighthouse.

He watched as she looked around the small island.

Attuma had seen many humans come and go from this very island. He was tasked to keep an eye on it as it was rather close to Talokan and Kukulkan wanted someone to have an eye out.

Attuma was sure no human knew about their city, nor were they looking for it, their presence on the small island in the middle of the water was way simpler.

To keep the ground managed and the lighthouse in shape.

Attuma checked the house and the light many many times. It was nothing but an old device, it wasn't looking under the water, not trying to find vibranium or anything.

A simple lighthouse to show sailors the way.

This was the first time Attuma had seen a woman on the island.

He scared off or killed many people on the island. Attuma needed to keep his home safe and when the humans got bored, they started to look. He couldn't have that.

Attuma assumed she would be just as easy to deal with.

He soon left, heading back to his home to report to Kukulkan.

---

You really thought this would be worse.

But your introverted self jumped on the opportunity as soon as you heard that you could work all on your own, on a lonely island in the middle of nowhere?

Sounds like a dream?

No? To you it did.

Alone with an easy job and a good salary.

You would get weekly supplies sent to you with a ship.

Sounded like a dream.

But you could also clearly see the red flags. First of all, the sailor who just dropped you off mentioned that you were the fifth that summer.

Meaning four people before you took the job and then left or worse.

You tried to joke that perhaps a shark took the others, but when you saw the look in his eyes... your smile fell.

The island looked nice, the lighthouse was also in rather good shape, and the small house next to it will be your home for a couple of months. Hopefully.

You thanked the man who showed you around before he headed back to his boat. With basic knowledge and some internet connection, you felt ready for the job.

"Be careful about storms! Out here they are very harsh! I suspect one of the kids before you must have been taken by a wave. Don't leave the house, nothing's worth your life." he said before getting on his boat and leaving.

You could say he was a grumpy old man.

But he had experience and you knew you had to listen to him.

And you did.

---

"All surface dwellers are dangerous! We must be cautious about her. As my general, I trust you the most to watch her. As long as you deem necessary." Kukulkan nodded at Attuma who agreed with the decision.

He will keep an eye on the woman.

He had been watching her for days now. Day and night, Attuma watched her closely trying to figure out her real purpose.

As one night fell, Attuma felt braver than before as he emerged from the water.

Studying her for days, he knew her routine. A simple routine, easy to remember.

Since Kukulkan didn't deem the woman to be killed, Attuma wanted more information which he can present to his King.

Attuma walked quietly but with precision. He found the door unlocked and entered slowly, hearing soft snores coming from inside he was more confident that she was asleep.

He walked around the small house but found nothing of interest only her personal belongings, books, clothes, and a laptop.

He then walked to the bedroom. He had been in that house before. Once he took a man from the bed into the ocean.

The man had been looking underwater, mumbling about people he saw in the water. He was a danger.

Attuma watched her sleep soundly.

She looked very comfortable and calm. She was completely unaware of the danger right in front of her.

Attuma watched her for a moment before heading out again.

Reporting back to his King the next morning.

Kukulkan was still not convinced and Attuma was sent back to watch her.

---

You, completely unaware of the attention, continued your job as you were supposed to.

Two weeks now have passed and the old man arrived with your food for the upcoming week. As usual he made no effort to chat, he dropped off your food and necessities before getting back on his ship with the list you handed him of things you would need.

But you were okay with it. He doesn't have to talk with you if he doesn't want to.

You were back in your routine.

Another couple days passed. And it seemed like the wonder of being alone started to wear off.

Not even the fact that you missed human interaction, you missed the shops.

You would kill for some Burger King right about now, but all you had is the lasagna you prepared yesterday or some ice cream. That did sound rather amazing right now.

You let out a sigh and decided to check the snack drawer.

With a twix in hand, you went out to the porch and sat down.

For a couple of days now, you have been getting a feeling. As if you were being watched.

You were sure it was only your imagination and your secluded lifestyle at the moment which was getting to you.

---

Attuma watched you closely for the entire time. Watching you as you walked around the island, cleaning, planting new flowers, cleaning the lighthouse, and making sure it functions.

He watched you sleep. He found himself spending more and more time watching your sleeping form.

He was certain you weren't a threat. Not to Talokan, not to him, and not to anyone else.

You must be a gentle soul.

A beautiful and gentle soul.

Attuma never felt so conflicted in his entire life. He wanted nothing more than to talk to you, get to know you. And yet, here he was, a warrior, a general under Kukulkan. A man who never lost their vision of the most important thing, keeping Talokan safe.

In his mind, he knew what he was doing is wrong. He knew that his bravery in walking onto land even during the day was a great risk. He knew all of this and yet, his heart told him other things.

His heart told him to look after this precious woman, to keep her in his arms.

He never felt so uncertain in his entire life.

Sometimes he forgot that even if he was a general, a friend of Kukulkan, a warrior, he was also a man.

A man who lived a long life and has an even longer in front of him.

A man who never craved for a woman more than he is craving now.

But he knew it was wrong. He knew he must not have these feelings.

He knew he needed to find a solution.

Each day, he reported to Kukulkan. Each day he told him he was convinced the woman was no threat. But he feared his King might stop his investigation. Attuma feared he wouldn't be able to see you again.

"Thank you brother. You have been watching her for many days now. You may go back to your duties."

"I do wish to keep an eye on her still. If we send someone they might get seen." Attuma's reasoning was correct. Kukulkan however, sensed something else.

"Is she a warrior?"

"No, she tends to the gardens and feeds the seagulls. Sometimes he feeds the fish."

"Is she dangerous?"

"Certainly not. One of our weakest could take her down in a matter of minutes."

"Then why do you insist on watching her?" Kukulkan wasn't mad, he was more intrigued. He has never seen her brother like this.

"In case it is all an act. In case she communicates with others so they could find Talokan. I think it would be best if I watch her, in case my fears are correct and we need to jump into action." again, Attuma's reasoning was spot on. But something didn't feel right to the King.

"Did you perhaps grow some form of attachment?"

"Of course not, she is but a surface dweller." it almost hurt for him to say those words.

Kukulkan watched his brother closely, even if his people thought him to be a God, he was blinded by his rage and hatred. However, he would never want his brother to suffer.

"Keep an eye on her then. If what you assume is true, kill her. I don't require daily reports from now, weekly should be enough." Attuma nodded before he swam off.

Kukulkan watched Attuma leave, trying to hide his smile behind his hand.

---

That night, there was a terrible storm. Thankfully it hit after you already were done with your chores so you could hide inside the house.

You looked out the window but you weren't able to see much.

However, you swore you saw a head in the water.

You panicked. What if someone was drifted from a ship?

You grabbed your jacket and headed out into the storm.

There was thunder, the wind was crazy as you looked at the beach and the water.

"Hello?!" you yelled, trying to stay on the sand as the water raged. "Is someone there?! I can help you!" but no answer came and you saw no one. Slowly you walked a bit further, the ocean hitting your ankles. "IS SOMEONE THERE?!" you yelled from the top of your lungs. Trying to see the person you believe you saw again but the rain didn't help.

"HELLO?!" you tried once more.

You decided to head back but on your way a huge wave hit and you lost your balance, the water quickly dragged you in and soon, you were panicking.

You knew it was not helping, you tried to swim but you couldn't because the waves were too big. Then you were thrown against a rock and you hit your head. You were in and out of consciousness.

But you swore you felt a hand and an arm moving around you.

---

You woke up with a start and a terrible headache.

You swore you have been in the water, you should be dead but then why were you inside the house in your bed?!

Was it all a dream?

No. The little bump on your head said otherwise.

You tried to recall just how you managed to get back on shore and into the house but you couldn't.

Was it the adrenaline that kicked in?

You weren't sure.

You remember heading out to the beach because you thought you saw a head, trying to save the person you were taken in by a huge wave and nearly drowned. But you didn't.

How?

---

"You saved her." Kukulkan looked at his general, Attuma failed to notice the mischief in his King's eyes.

"She was drowning," Kukulkan smirked.

"You like her, Attuma. Just admit it."

"My King, I would never... a surface dweller? Unheard of."

"Not really. We do have people who were once living on the surface, you know that. Good and loyal people. And you did say she is a kind person."

"My King, Kukulkan I-"

"You must be torn, my brother. Having feelings like that must take a toll on a person even as strong as you are. But I have been told love is a stronger driver than hate. If she chooses so, she can live with you here." Attuma was stunned.

"Y-You approve of her?"

"She must be special if she caught your eyes, Brother." Kukulkan nodded as he felt as if a huge weight just got lifted off of his shoulders.

But it was put right back on when he realized he will have to know someone speak with you without scaring you.

He also didn't want to scare you so you would run and he would need to kill you before you could reveal his secret.

He couldn't help but recall the worry in your voice yesterday. How you called out for someone who you thought needed help. It almost lead to your demise. But at least he got to see you up close.

Attuma bowed to his King before leaving.

Now, somehow he had to come up with a plan and not scare you in the meantime.

---

You stood on the beach, looking at the water, trying to see something, anything.

You walked around the island at least three times now, trying to find the person you saw.

But now, you started to believe you were imagining things.

You went on with your routine but then something weird happened. Bones started to appear on the beach. You stood there utterly confused as to just how did a shark's skull end up on your beach? Only the skull as well, no body or other bones. Just a skull in the sand.

You were truly baffled.

And over the upcoming days, you found more and more bones.

Sea creature skulls and one time even an emerald necklace. It was a small emerald gem on a gold necklace.

It confused you more than the skulls did.

---

You let out a long sigh, as night soon arrived, you went back to your routine, turning the light on before walking back down the stairs.

As you turned around the house to put away your broom in the small shed at the back, you nearly tripped over when you saw a man standing there.

It was no ordinary man either. He had a shark skull on his head, weird clothes and blue skin.

Could it be that he was the man you saw last night?

You just stood there too stunned to say something. He was also clearly caught off guard.

"Do you live here?" you asked, assuming he lived on the island but he shook his head. He spoke in a language you couldn't understand. "Are you... injured?" he shook his head again, no, so he clearly understood you, so he must speak your language. Then you decided the best way to deal with this was by turning around and heading back inside the house.

As you turned the corner you turned back and looked at him still standing there.

So he wasn't your imagination.

Cool.

Or not?

You went into the house and sat down, looking at the door you tried to make sense of things. Then you heard the man walk onto the porch and the door opened slowly, he looked huge in the doorway. Not only tall but muscular as well.

You were sure he was there to kill you. Now you knew what happened to the others before you.

As he took a step inside you stood up from the chair.

"I won't tell anyone, I promise! But they will send more people if I disappear! They will look for me." you knew no one would care, but he didn't have to know that.

"Won't hurt you." he suddenly said and you didn't know if it scared you more or calmed you a little.

There was something about his voice which you found incredibly charming. A slight ring to it, like a melody.

You found it strange how someone so huge and blue and covered in bones could be so calming.

"Then what do you want? Are you the ones who left the bones on the beach?" he nodded once, the jewellery around him chiming at the movement. "Why?" you asked, voice barely above a whisper.

"Gifts. Talokan women like gifts from strong men, the most impressive gift will decide who can court the woman."

"Talokan? Is that your home?" he nodded again. "Hold on just a moment! Hold on! So, you live in the ocean? In Talokan? Are you the one who killed the people before me?"

"Couldn't trust them. Talokan's safety is the priority."

"So, you killed them, but you are leaving me gifts to court me?! I must be dreaming. This cannot be real... A blue man from the sea is trying to court me?! You must be joking!"

"I'm not. I would be a good partner to you. I'm a general under the King, I am loyal, a great warrior."

The way he looked dead serious, you must be dreaming.

This cannot be real.

You refused to believe that this was real.

You needed to pinch yourself, you must be dreaming, or last night, you died at this was your purgatory.

"Yesterday, you saved me?"

"You were drowning. I helped."

"You were the one I saw in the water, I went to help you and a big wave took me in. I was drowning, and what you put me back to bed?"

"Indeed."

"I-I need time to think."

Attuma understood, he handed you a shell. "Place this in the water and call for me, I am Attuma. I will come to you as soon as I can." and with that, he walked out of the house, you rushed to the door and watched him walk back into the ocean.

You were truly going mad.

The next day, you found yourself sitting on the sand, watching the water, you tried to gather your thoughts.

So, he was an underwater... man? He has been watching you because he is a general and has to protect his home. Okay... He killed the people before you because they were a threat to his people. Okay... And he wanted to court you... Like what?!

Was this some kind of a sick joke? No the man who drops off your food is not the pranking type.

So, it had to be real. But even the thought of people living underwater sent a shiver down your spine. But it did make a lot of sense. Androids, aliens, wizards and now, water-people. Why not?

You had a feeling your fate would be sealed if you tried to contact anyone about them. You had a feeling you would be dead in a matter of seconds if you tried to. Now it made sense why you felt as if someone was watching you all the time. He was monitoring you so he could report if you had done something.

You weren't going to lie, this all sounded extremely intriguing. You found Attuma to be very interesting, the mystery of it all.

He was huge and you could tell he was a great warrior but his eyes were so kind and soft.

The gifts he left you, were all intricately picked, cleaned and placed in the sand for you to find. You wondered how could you show him that you were interested. Flowers? Maybe not.

You held the shell which he handed you yesterday.

"Attuma." you whispered before letting it into the water, you watched as it was taken away. Soon, he started to walk out of the water.

"Did you make up your mind?" he asked and you nodded. "Then please, let my torture end with an answer."

"I would like to get to know you better." you said as he stood in front of you.

You watched as his posture became more straight. His lungs filled with confidence. The mask on his face hides his smile.

"But I am terrified of water." this made him stop in his tracks. "Deep water, of which you can't see the bottom of. Scares me to no end."

"Why?"

"When I was young, my grandma took me to the ocean one summer. I wandered in too far and nearly drowned. Ever since that day, I am terrified of deep water."

"Then I will help you."

"I know how to swim, I just..."

"I'll help you. I won't let you drown." he said as he took the mask off his face and guided it to your face.

With that, he helped you into the water, you clung to him like a baby koala would to their mother.

The mask did help you breathe normally which you were thankful for.

"I will help you get comfortable in the water. Then, we will work from there."

"Thank you." you watched as his skin changed from blue to a gorgeous brown, it made you smile. Now, you could see his face without the mask and he was rather handsome.

You swam around a lot that day, to the point where you got rather tired. Attuma had to carry you back to the house.

It became somewhat of a routine for him. You cleaned up the island as you normally would, water your plants before he would take you on swimming lessons.

He was a really good teacher.

He told you what to do and never pushed you further than you were willing to go.

Even if you were shaking with fear, you still wanted to learn. At least it gave something for you to do and look forward to.

Each day you got more and more used to having him around. Each passing day, you started to see him for who he was, not the scary blue water man but Attuma.

He talked a lot about his home and his people. He shared the story of his people with you, how ancient his society was and how they survived for so long.

He talked about his king, Kukulkan, Attuma said he was like a brother to him.

You also told him about yourself. Telling him about your family and how you grew up and how you ended up in the middle of the ocean. Oh how glad he was that you two met.

One rather cold morning, you stood on the beach, waiting for him but he was late.

He was never late.

You were worried something might have happened.

You spent all day on the beach, worried sick.

You only headed back when the rain started.

You sat on the porch, watching the water, but soon, it got dark.

You were very worried but you needed to head inside or you might catch a cold.

The next morning, you did the same, sitting on the sand just waiting and waiting. But somehow, he didn't come.

Now, you were angry-worried.

"FINE! THEN DON'T COME! AS IF I CARE!" you yelled before you kicked the sand and headed to get some work done.

Occasionally glancing at the water, but nothing.

You sat once again on the porch, bouncing your leg up and down.

The sun was at it's highest point and you were already finished. You cleaned more than you should have. In your last desperate attempt, you walked to the beach and collected shells, sending them into the water one by one. After you sent the fifth you noticed someone emerging from the water. You watched him as he just stood there, a shell in your hand.

"Are you hurt?" he asked as you could see his eyes checking you. You threw the shell at him, it bounced off of his chest and back into the water.

"Where were you?!"

"I was-"

"Do you know how worried I was?!"

"I-"

"I was worried sick! I thought something happened! And then you come waltzing out of the water as if nothing happened?!"

"Waltzing? What's th-"

"How dare you! Do you know what you did to me?!" a tear ran down your face. "I was so worried, I thought you got hurt or worse!"

"We had some issues with Wakanda. I'm sorry. Kukulkan needed me, Talokan needed me." he spoke as he walked closer to you.

"I needed you." you said before hugging him.

Attuma didn't even realize just how attached you got to him, while he knew he was already in love with you, he failed to realize that you share similar feelings.

It was hard for him to stay away from you. But he needed to, he would think about you every given moment. Even as he was fighting all he could think about was you.

"I missed you too." he admitted as his arms moved around you. He had to mind his own strength.

"I want to go with you, live with you. Like the people you told me about."

"Would you really? You want to live with me?"

"Of course, the last almost two days without you made me realize just how much I love you, Attuma. I want to go with you, live with you, marry you. I want you, if you will have me." He removed his mask and leaned down, capturing your lips with his in a soft kiss.

"I will prepare everything, My Love. Tomorrow, I'll come and get you, in case you change your mind-"

"I won't." you reassure him as you both smiled at one another.

Attuma has never swam faster than on that day, going straight to his brother to tell him the news who was happy for him.

They got a fruit prepared and both went to you the next day.

"This is my king, Kukulkan." said Attuma as he introduced you two. "And my king, this is the woman who captured my heart."

"Welcome to Talokan. Your turning might be painful, but it is necessary so you can come and live with us."

"I'm prepared for the pain because I know happiness awaits me." you smiled at Kukulkan as he nodded.

"My brother chose well." he handed you a blue flower and you took a deep breath. Kukulkan turned and left you alone.

Attuma took a step closer to you as he watched you with careful eyes.

"I will miss the flowers."

"You can come visit when you wish."

"For sure, one day I want our children to see the place where we fell in love." Attuma laughed a little and you offered him one last smile before taking the plant.

You were ready for your new life with him.

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ken-dom · 8 months

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Ken Comfort Headcanons

Ken x reader

Summary and warnings: a few headcanons of Ken being supportive when you’re in need of comfort. It’s Ken, so that does sometimes cross over into him being a little... obsessive. Also, I’ve tried to leave this ambiguous as to the time and setting so it’s up to how you want to read it! Includes mentions of kisses.

I originally posted this to my main blog but I'm re-posting all my work here to have everything in one place due to an unresolved tagging issue on my main

He tries SO hard when he knows you've had a bad day because he can't stand the thought of you feeling anything other than as perfect as he thinks you are

Will give you space but is never far away, usually watching from a distance just incase you need something he can provide

He’s so soft and gentle with you, brushing your hair while he tells you all the things he loves most about you to give you a boost

The list of compliments is long and far from exhaustive; he rarely gives you the same compliment twice and never runs out of new ones

Truly excellent at pep talks if you need one

Holds your face in his palms and looks deep into your eyes to tell you some variation of how sublime or brave or wonderful or kind you are, hoping you’ll believe him and trying to send some positive Kenergy straight to you via his intense gaze

‘Would you like to go for a walk? You can hold my hand…’

Of course, he walks you to the beach (after taking a moment to compose himself at the hand holding) to watch the sunset together

If you squeeze his hand he giggles or let’s out a delighted little ‘Ooh!’

After finding the perfect place to sit together on the sand, he lights a little fire to get cosy beside, smiling at you all the while, and asks, ‘Do you want to talk about it? Or you can just rest with me if that’s what you need?’

Either way, it ends with you laid together on the sand with you resting on his chest, listening to the soothing sounds of his heartbeat and steady breathing

You feel so safe and content with his strong arms wrapped around your shoulders and his fingers playing lovingly with your hair

There’s no rush. He’s content for you to remain silent or take all the time you need in talking to him. He really has all the time in the world for you

It makes his heart race a little to be so close with you, but he contains the feelings it stirs within him so that he can focus entirely on you

Does give you tender little kisses at least every five minutes though, just to remind you how wanted you are

He’s such a good listener. He usually hangs on your every word, but at times like these, it's not just that. When you need him, he is so supportive and always surprises you with new perspectives on whatever is bothering you

If you tell Ken a secret he will guard that secret with his life (but he may flex on some other Kens that you confide in him. He would be really proud of that)

When you begin to feel tired, he will walk you back home, eagerly offering his hand again. He always hopes you’ll invite him inside and to sleep over, but his main priority tonight is helping you feel yourself again

‘Would you like me to come in and read to you?’

He doesn’t so much read as look at pictures with you and excitedly read out the bits he thinks are most exciting, but his heart is in the right place and it warms yours to know that he wants to spend his free time making you feel better and not just vying for your attention

Makes you tea and tucks you in even if he’s not staying over, with one final kiss to your forehead before he departs

‘I’m your Ken no matter what.’

Literally does not sleep. Worries all night that you might not have sweet dreams or will wake feeling anything other than great

Will be back first thing in the morning with breakfast already made and a hot bath drawn for you, ready for when you wake up to make sure you’re off to a perfect start the next day

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dudadragneel · 1 month

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🖤I was thinking of a lee know/yn fic in which he’s had a lot of work lately and he’s tired and down, so he and yn plan a picnic for the weekend.

it’s all sunny and good weather when the day comes, but inside lee know it’s a whole other story. he wakes up like he didn’t get a single hour of sleep, his stomach is tense and his head hurts. he wakes up earlier than yn so he makes breakfast, but it ends up being a bad idea to eat it and he starts to feel it come right up. it’s random cause he didn’t feel nauseous before, but after the ordeal he definitely is and his stomach isn’t only tense, but also tender now.

when yn wakes up she notices sth wrong but lee know brushes it off as tiredness. she eats her breakfast and they walk to the park with their picnic baskets. good, cause lee know doubted he’d have made it through a car ride.

in the park the sun is bright and it’s hot which messes with lee know quite a bit, but luckily by the time they have to eat a soft breeze has started to blow, calming him down.

they eat their food, but lee know has a hard time and that’s when he may admit he doesn’t feel good, but at this point he’d rather stay in the park, so they do. yn knows that lee know doesn’t like worry, so she doesn’t act too soft about it but obviously cares.

they end up looking at the clouds with lee know laying his head on yn’s legs while she plays with his hair, trying to make loose braids. they unbraid quickly since his hair is short but it’s fine. after a bit he starts feeling better so they film TikToks and decide they want to roll down the hill and see who gets to the bottom faster. childish but fun.

but then everything goes downhill, literally, cause spinning obviously was a bad idea for lee know and now he can really feel his tummy cramping harshly. they go back to their picnic blanket to try to calm him down which doesn’t work, and he starts to feel too hot and suffocated while trying to stop the pain in his stomach, which is making it hard to breathe. it almost makes him tear up cause it’s bad, and when it gets even worse he can’t hold anything back, and I don’t mean only tears…

p.s: I feel like lee know and yn should be kinda similar, so it’d be cool if you could make her have a bit of a teasing and sassy personality like him.

Dear 🖤, I hope you like this one! I tried my best to make them both sassy 😅

A DATE GONE DOWNHILL

Dating an idol wasn't an easy task, first, you needed to mind where you would have your dates so there were no fans or paparazzi around. Second, his hectic schedule made it harder to have actual dates, like dinner, going to the beach, etc, so usually you would meet him at the dorms or your house. And you two had agreed that he'd sleep there whenever he felt like it since being away from the mess and chaos of the dorm could help him relax a bit.

Preparing for a comeback, his last few weeks were totally packed with schedules, he barely rested or ate. He would call you every day to talk about his day and you would listen to every single word he said and you noticed he was sounding more and more tired as the days went by.

When he got a little break, he was exhausted and feeling down, mostly because he couldn't see you and also due to the stress of not getting everything the way he wanted to. He wanted perfection, but that is a hard thing to accomplish.

You couldn't just sit still and watch him like that, he needed a breather so he could relax a bit and replenish his energy for the next round of schedules.

You thought of a picnic and he agreed with the idea. He went to your house so he could get a good night's sleep before the date, he was tired but he wanted to have fun with you.

Morning rose, the day was beautiful and sunny and you were super excited for the date, it was a real one after so many weeks.

However, things weren't looking good for Lee Know, and from the moment he got up, he knew the day would be a tough one. Even after sleeping for 7h to 8h hours straight, he woke completely drained, like didn't sleep at all. He sat on the edge of the bed and assessed his situation, he was tired, his head was hurting and his stomach was acting up.

He liked cooking, especially for you so he went to the kitchen to make breakfast, despite wanting to stay in bed a little longer with hopes that he would feel better.

He made your breakfast, set it on the table, and then made his. He just leaned against the counter and started munching on the light breakfast he made for himself. But after a couple of bites, he started to chew on it and couldn't quite swallow it. He kept on chewing until it turned into mush and forced it down, and it felt gross. He didn't know why that was happening but he soon found out because as soon as he swallowed, he felt it coming back up.

He turned to the sink, opened his mouth, and let out what seemed to be the last bite he had, he quickly turned on the water to wash away that disgusting thing. He was as surprised as he could get because he wasn't feeling nauseous, he thought what he felt when he got up was hunger but now he understood it wasn't. And as if couldn't get worse, he now could say with 100% certainty that he was feeling nauseous and his headache wasn't exactly helping either.

He held himself against the counter, rinsed his mouth, and then took deep breaths to try to calm down. Thankfully he managed to calm down but now his stomach was definitely feeling weird, he had this thought deep in his mind that his stomach would not be accepting food any time soon. Great, what a way to start the day.

After a couple of minutes, you woke up and made your way to the kitchen and saw the image of this handsome boy wearing shorts and a plain white shirt, simple, but the light of the early morning sun shining through the window made him look ethereal.

You walked towards him, wrapping your hands around his waist and kissing him.

- Good morning, Babe.

- Good morning.

He said kissing you as well. When you pulled away from the hug, you immediately noticed his expression wasn't looking too good.

- Are you okay?

You said, looking him in the eyes.

- Yeah. I'm just tired.

- Couldn't sleep well?

- I did but the week's been pretty packed so I'm still tired.

Lies. But he hoped you'd buy that excuse, the last thing he wanted was to worry you and ruin this so-anticipated date.

- Okay then.

- I made you breakfast.

He said, still holding your waist and pointing towards the meal set on the table.

- Thank you, sweetie.

You sat down and started eating your breakfast, Minho sitting in front of you, just admiring and patiently waiting for you to finish.

Once you were done, both of you changed into light comfortable summer clothes and finished setting everything inside the picnic basket.

The park you chose was not too far from your house so you decided to walk there and enjoy the scenery together.

Minho was grateful for your choice because even though he was feeling a little bit better he knew a car ride would have the worst outcome.

The walk to the park consisted of both of you complaining about how hot it was and how it felt like it was burning you alive.

Finally arriving, you two found a nice spot next to the lake and underneath a big tree, which meant you'd have a nice shade for your picnic.

Since you just had breakfast, none of you wanted to eat just yet, and Minho preferred not to eat all. He was feeling better when they left the house, but the walk under the sun and just how hot the park was, had messed with him. His head was hurting and honestly starting to throb, he was feeling a bit lightheaded, and his stomach was acting up.

Shit. Will the date really go wrong? He thought to himself, but he still didn't want to tell you about it, even though you had already picked up.

- While the sun melts us off our bones... Let's chat for a bit.

He said with a tone of sarcasm and a smile that just made you laugh. The way he managed to say such things and then put on a soft, but also almost menacing smile after was amazing.

- Why are you laughing? Am I funny?

- No. It's just the way you said it

- Oh, so I'm not funny? Okay, I'll remember this.

- Oh stop, Babe!

You said laughing and shoving him, earning a cute laugh.

You two talked, while the sun did indeed melt you, but you two made an effort to not talk about work or it would stress both of you, and your goal was to help Lee Know to get his mind off work.

You really wanted to enjoy the picnic, but it was scorching hot, not even the shade was doing much. The extremely high temperature was still doing its number on Minho, his head was throbbing and the sunlight wasn't exactly helping, he was starting to feel nauseous and worried if he'd manage to eat something or even just enjoy the date. When a sharp pain stung his head, he flinched a little and it caught your attention.

- Honey, what is it?

- Nothing, just looked at the sun and my eyes hurt.

- You didn't bring any sunglasses, did you?

- No.

- Here, put these on, and see if they'll help.

- Thanks.

It did help a bit, but everything else was still annoying him, yet he was in his decision to not tell you anything.

After a few more minutes of chatting, it was about lunchtime, so you started to organize the food you had brought.

Fortunately, the sun was hidden by some clouds and a light breeze cooled both of you down and relaxed Minho, who was tense at the thought of having to eat.

- Let's eat!

He had helped you prepare everything the night before, and both of you were good cooks, so it was safe to say the food was delicious. You were really excited to try everything, now Lee knows, not so much. Just the sight of everything and all the smells mixing together circling around him because of the breeze was making him start to feel sick again. He took a deep breath in and grabbed something to eat.

While you were enjoying and savoring every bite of everything, Minho was having a hard time swallowing the tiny bites he was trying to eat. He'd take a bite and chew until it turned into a tasteless paste, which made it even harder to swallow, he almost gagged a few times.

Surprisingly, he managed to eat a few things but they didn't taste as good as he'd wished, the same process of chewing it and trying to swallow repeated, and then his stomach sent him a warning, telling him that was enough food.

He was almost regretting eating at all when his stomach started to feel really full and off, the food obviously not sitting well. The feeling was so annoying he couldn't quite hide it anymore.

- Honey...

He said quietly, fidgeting with his fingers while looking at you, who was still enjoying your meal.

- What is it? Are you done eating?

You asked with a certain tone of surprise, noticing he didn't do as much as he usually did.

- Yes...I don't feel good...

- What is it?

- My stomach...

- Do you wanna go home?

- Not really, between staying at home and here. I'd rather stay, it's cooler here.

- Alright.

He took a few sips of water and hoped it wouldn't mess with his already sensitive stomach and it didn't, thankfully.

Since the sun was still hidden, you two decided to watch the clouds and just try to get rid of all the stress you'd been feeling.

He lay down on your lap and you lower yourself to kiss him, making his heart skip a beat.

- I like that.

He said with a beautiful smile, extending his hand to touch your cheek and tuck your hair behind your ear.

- I love you.

- I love you too, honey.

You reaffirmed, mimicking the gentle gesture. He closed his eyes and focused on the breeze and your presence, trying to relax every fiber in his body and enjoy the moment.

- Babe?

- Hm?

- Can I braid your hair?

- Only if you make me look pretty.

- Don't you trust my skills?

- Your hair styling skills? Nope.

- Minho!

- I'm joking.

He laughed. You proceeded to make tiny braids in his silky hair but they'd get undone as you went on, but he seemed to be enjoying it so you didn't mind.

Your touch and the light breeze that was still around, helped him feel a bit better, not 100% but enough to enjoy the date a bit more.

- Babe, do you wanna film some TikToks?

- Why? As long as it's not a challenge...

Since TikTok got famous, it became a trend to do challenges of every music that came out, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't a bit tired of it.

- It's not. I just wanted to film this moment. We don't get to go on many dates like this, so I wanna make memories and cherish them.

He smiled at you and got up, and then you set the phone so it would record. He stood out his hand and asked:

- Will you grant me this dance?

- Of course.

You said blushing and taking his hand, he pulled you closer to him and kissed you before starting the dance.

You two were so lovey-dovey, that if it were any of the other members with their s/o, Minho would be teasing them non-stop.

When you decided to do other dances and asked him to teach you some moves, he started teasing you, but you wouldn't let it slide.

- Woah, since when you were so bad at dancing?

- What? I'm bad at dancing? Are you sure you're not a bad teacher?

- I'm the best teacher out there, you're just not a good student.

- Of course, I am! Get off your high horse, Mr Lee Minho. I actually learned some of your choreographies by myself, and they were perfect. Admit it, you're not a good teacher.

You said crossing your arms and smiling menacingly at him.

- Alright, touché.

You recorded a few more videos, dancing together and just laughing and enjoying every single second, and then you had an idea.

- Say, why don't we roll downhill, and the last to get to the bottom pays for dinner?

- Deal.

Minho had no idea why he agreed so quickly, knowing that doing that would probably be the last straw, and boy, it was.

You were enjoying this date like a kid and Lee Know wish he could say the same, it was painful to see you so happy while he couldn't share that with you.

- Ready?

- Ready.

- 1, 2, 3 go!

You started the race and as Lee Know was going down, everything inside his stomach was rolling around as well, it was revolted and angry at him, to say the least.

You got to the bottom faster than him and started to celebrate, but then you noticed that something was definitely wrong, Minho wasn't just tired.

When he reached the bottom, he immediately got up so he was kneeling on the grass. He grabbed his middle with one hand while the other helped keep his body steady, his stomach was cramping really badly and its contents were still swirling around.

- Honey? Are you okay?

- No...my stomach is killing me.

- Let's go back up, come on.

- Can you help me?

- Yes.

You went to his side, put one of his arms on your shoulder, and wrapped yours around his waist helping him up and guiding him up. The pain was bad enough for him to walk up while hunched over, arm still holding his stomach.

- Here we are.

You gently helped him sit down and grabbed a water bottle, handing it to him.

- Try to drink slowly.

He tried taking small sips but it wasn't working, his stomach was cramping without giving him any break. And to add to his misery, the sun was out again and it seemed like it was hotter than before.

- It's too hot...

He complained, fanning his shirt, suddenly his clothes felt tighter against his skin, like it was trying to suffocate him. The air around him felt hot and he couldn't breathe properly, so his breathing was erratic and he was almost hyperventilating.

- Honey, I need you to breathe with me.

You were now getting worried about him having heat exhaustion.

- Honey, you have a tank top underneath, right?

- Y-yes-.

He said weakly, trying to regulate his breathing. You knew he wasn't comfortable with being shirtless, especially in public, as you found out early in your relationship, that he only felt comfortable enough with you or the members.

- Then take off your shirt, it'll help you feel less hot.

He took it off and you placed a cool ice pack you had brought, on his nape. But the discomfort was too much, it wasn't only the nausea or the heat but also the pain in his stomach and the fact that he was ruining the date you were so excited about. It was getting so unbearable he started crying silently.

- Minho? What's wrong?

But he didn't answer, he was too focused on breathing through the nausea and the pain, you noticed his distress and grabbed his hand, trying to ground him.

- I'm right here Babe.

He squeezed it so tightly it almost hurt you, but you didn't mind, as long as it could help, even if just a little bit.

But his stomach decided it had enough, it started cramping even worse as if punishing him for stupidly agreeing with rolling down a hill.

When got really quiet, focusing his gaze on the ground, not moving a muscle.

- Minho?

You barely had the chance to ask anything before he gagged one time and turned around so he wouldn't soil the blanket. He coughed up a thick stream of partially digested food and you could see pieces of the lunch he just had.

You placed your hand on his back and started rubbing it up and down, while still holding his hand. He had his eyes squeezed and a painful expression on his face, as another bout of vomit gushed out immediately followed by another that left him out of air.

- That's it, Babe. Just get everything that's bothering you, out.

His stomach cramped again, making him lurch forward, arching his back painfully forcing out another wave of putrid vomit.

He was feeling so embarrassed that you had to see him like this. The fact that he was the second oldest in the group made him build a wall around him, a wall that only you and Chan could walk through.

For a moment his stomach gave him a break, allowing him to breathe and only making him spit out thick saliva from time to time.

Thank God there weren't that many people in the park, you knew he'd be feeling 10x worse if there were people looking at him.

- Here honey, rinse your mouth.

He rinsed his mouth and then took very small sips, afraid that whatever made its way in would immediately make its way out. You wiped his mouth, and his forehead which was dumped with sweat, and helped him sit back for a while and see if the nausea would ease a bit.

- There we go.

- I'm sorry...

- You don't need to apologize honey.

- But I ruined our date and you were so excited about it.

- You didn't ruin anything. We had fun, didn't we?

- Yes but look at the mess I made.

- Honey, I knew you looked off this morning but I didn't say anything out of respect for you. I know you don't like us getting worried about you, so I decided to just wait for you.

- I appreciate it.

- Say, why don't we go home so you can take a shower and rest? It's getting too hot in here and it won't help you.

- Yes, please.

- Alright. Just let me get this organized first.

You packed everything inside the basket and then walked up to Minho.

- Honey, can you stand? Or are you feeling dizzy?

- A bit dizzy...

The heat along with the ordeal of throwing up everything he'd eaten made him feel weak, he just wanted to go home but he was afraid of collapsing and worrying you even more.

- Just...give me a minute...

- Of course.

You sat down beside him, placing the ice pack on his neck again.

- Take deep breaths, babe.

You said as your other hand rested on his chest, trying to provide him as much comfort as you could.

He grabbed your hand and tried breathing along with you. After a few minutes, he felt well enough to try to walk home.

You helped him up and wrapped your arms around him.

- I'm sorry...

- Minho, stop apologizing, please. Let me know if you feel faint or if you wanna throw up again, ok?

- Yeah.

He was completely exhausted, all his energy had been drained from his body and he was still feeling too hot, it was still difficult to breathe properly. He was a professional dancer, he was an idol, he had to dance and sing at the same time and yet, today, this short walk home was making him insanely tired.

His vision was swaying and his stomach was acting up again, the last thing he needed was to vomit in the middle of the street but his body didn't give him much of a choice.

- Honey...I'm gonna be sick

- There's a bench over there, come on.

You guided him to the bench and gave him a plastic bag that was inside the basket. He grabbed the edges and burped a few times before vomiting what felt like his guts, the sound of it hitting the plastic made you grimace a little.

He didn't take a breather before retching again, bringing stomach acid and water.

- Babe, I don't think you have anything left to vomit.

You took the plastic bag and disposed of it, then you gave Minho some water to rinse his mouth again.

You helped him up again and the rest of the walk back home didn't have any more accidents.

Getting home, he went straight to the shower, wanting to get rid of the disgust he was feeling from throwing up.

When he walked out, face a little red because of the sun, you had already gotten the bed ready so he could properly.

He lay down next to you embracing you, eyes still watery and extremely vulnerable, which was a side of him everyone rarely witnessed.

You embraced him back, placed a kiss on the top of his head and didn't say a word, respecting him. Just holding him, and rubbing his back as he cried, you didn't need to say anything, you just needed to be there and you were.

Minho could be mistaken for a cold person, but deep inside he was a warm person who cared for everyone before himself. He could be the second oldest, but he was Chan's precious dongsaeng and your most cherished soulmate.

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storms and confessions

PAIRING jj maybank x fem! reader

SYNOPSIS a storm leads you and jj to confess your feelings

WARNINGS none except bad writing ig.

WORD COUNT 2.3k

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You wake up to the sound of seagulls calling in the distance, a gentle reminder that it's already time to stay up. The room is flooded with soft morning light, casting a warm glow on your surroundings. Slowly you start to sit up, shaking off any remnants of sleep.

You are stretching your limbs and letting out a contented sigh. With one big last yawn, you throw off the covers, ready to begin your day.

You make your way to the window, drawn by the pull of the picturesque view outside. The curtains sway gently in the breeze, revealing a glimpse of the azure ocean stretching endlessly before you. The rhythmic sound of crashing waves lures you closer as if beckoning you to join them.

As you get ready, a smile plays on your lips because you remember that you have a day off from work, which means that you and your friends can spend a relaxing day at the beach without anyone else having to do anything else.

You slip into your favourite swimsuit, the vibrant colours reflecting your vibrant mood. The fabric feels cool against your skin, a promise of relief from the summer heat although it's only 10 am. Lastly, you put on some loose jorts to not be too revealed, ready to embrace the carefree spirit of the beach.

Gathering your beach essentials, you check your bag one last time. Sunscreen, towels, and sunglasses—you're well-prepared for a day of pure relaxation and fun.

You walk out of your room and into the kitchen where your dad sits at the dining table reading the newspaper and listening to the music playing on the radio while your mom is cutting some fruits, standing at the kitchen counter.

“Good morning sweetheart” Your mom is the first to see you. Your dad lifts his head from his newspaper as he hears your mother's words to smile at you.

“Wouldn't have guessed to see you so early today. Don't you have the day off?” He says playfully, turning the page of his newspaper.

“That’s why I’m going to the beach with Kie, john b and the others”

You step closer to the fridge and open it to grab a bottle of water out of it.

“And with the others you mean jj, right?” your mom sighs, holding back her smile.

“I mean, yeah, but Sarah and Pope will probably also be there. So it’s the six of us.”

“Oh, that’s great. Please greet them from me,” she says, "Do you want to take some fruits with you? I just finished cutting some."

You know that you can’t say no to your favorite fruits so of course you say yes to her offer. You kiss her on her cheek as she gives you the container.

“Don’t be too late tonight. You know there will be a storm. If you're staying at Kie’s house overnight, contact us.” your dad warns you with a strict voice. You know that he hates it when you sleep at John B’s or JJ’s so you only respond with a single nod.

With that, you make your way to the door.

Stepping outside, the warm summer air greets you The salty scent of the ocean mingles with the sweet fragrance of nearby flowers, creating an intoxicating blend that fills your senses. You take a deep breath, you begin to walk to the beach.

On your way there, you can already see your friend group standing at your usual meeting place, waiting for you.

The first one you see up close as you walk further in their direction is no one other than JJ Maybank. Your heart skips a beat as you catch his eye. His blond hair is tousled by the wind, his eyes bright with anticipation. You have to admit that he looks extremely hot in his shorts and sunglasses with his surfboard in his hands.

You can finally tear your gaze away from the blonde and turn to your friends grinning.

"Hey, Y/N!" Sarah calls out, her voice filled with enthusiasm. "I can't believe we're finally having our beach day! The weather is perfect!"

“Yeah, just wait some hours and you will be disappointed,” Pope says as he starts to walk, “so come on, that's why we should make good use of the hours”

With laughter and excitement in the air, you all make your way towards the sun-kissed shoreline. The sound of crashing waves grows louder as you approach, and the sight of the vast ocean fills you with a sense of awe. This is where memories are made, where friendships are strengthened, and where moments of pure joy are captured.

As you step onto the warm sand, you kick off your shoes and feel the grains between your toes. The sun's rays gently caress your skin, embracing you in their warmth. The beach stretches out before you, an invitation to adventure and relaxation.

You glance at JJ, his tousled blond hair catching the sunlight. He catches your eye and flashes a playful grin.

“Like what you’re seeing?”

“Only in your dreams, Maybank.”

“There is so much more happening in my dreams.” He says as he wiggles his eyebrows.

You roll your eyes at his words, being already used to them.

“Guys, stop the flirting and help us instead.” john b shouts from his spot a few meters away, struggling with his towels.

So you start to help your friends spread out your beach towels into a comfortable spot on the sand. You spread out your beach towels.

Sarah eagerly sets up a Bluetooth speaker, filling the air with some popular music. The catchy rhythm draws smiles and bobbing heads from your group, infusing the scene with infectious energy. You find yourself tapping your foot along to the beat, the music amplifying your excitement.

JJ, with his surfboard in hand, walks up to you, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. "Hey there, beach babe. Ready to catch some waves?"

You laugh, giving him a playful shove. "Always ready for your surfing antics, JJ. Just try not to wipe out too spectacularly this time."

He feigns offence, placing a hand over his heart. "Hey, I'm an expert, alright? Watch and learn, Y/N."

With a wink, he dashes towards the water, his surfboard under his arm. You watch as he skillfully glides across the waves.

“Stop staring at him. You look like a creep.” Sarah says as she leans back onto her towel next to Kie.

Your cheeks flush with embarrassment, and you avert your eyes, hoping to conceal your momentary lapse. "I wasn't staring," you stammer, attempting to downplay the situation.

Kie's laughter fills the air. "Oh, please. You practically have hearts in your eyes whenever he's around. It's adorable."

Sarah nudges you playfully. "Well, who can blame you? He's got that undeniable charm and those surfer-boy looks. It's hard not to be drawn to him."

You lean in closer to them, your voice lowered. "I can't help but feel something more, you know? It's driving me crazy."

Sarah's expression softens, her eyes filled with understanding. "Have you thought about talking to him? It might help clarify things."

You sigh a mix of apprehension and longing in your voice. "I've considered it, but what if he doesn't feel the same way? I don't want to ruin our friendship."

Kie places a comforting hand on your arm. "You'll never know unless you try, Y/N. And trust me, JJ is a great guy."

Out of nowhere, JJ approaches you after spending hours riding the waves. He emerges from the water, his hair dripping with saltwater.

"Hey there, beautiful," JJ says, his voice filled with a mix of playfulness and admiration. "Care to join me?"

You raise an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "What are you talking about, Maybank?"

He chuckles, his gaze fixed on you. "Well, how about a spontaneous dip in the water?."

Before you can respond, JJ swoops down, effortlessly lifting you into his arms. You gasp, caught off guard, as your feet leave the ground. Laughter escapes your lips as he carries you towards the rolling waves, your heart pounding with excitement.

The water crashes against your feet as JJ wades further into the sea, his steps are sure and steady. The sensation of his strong arms wrapped around you makes you feel butterflies.

With a playful smile, JJ dips you lower, the cool water swirling around your legs. You let out a delighted squeal, the spray of the waves splashing against your skin.

As he brings you back up, your eyes meet his, the connection between you deepening. But as soon as anything more could happen, JJ lets go of you and you drop with a loud splash into the water

“Asshole. What was that for?”

“Fun. I guess.” JJ shrugs as he starts to splash water in your direction.

“Oh you'll get that back.“

You and JJ had been enjoying a playful moment in the water, laughing and splashing each other as the waves rolled in.

But without warning, dark clouds gather above, masking the once clear blue sky. The wind picks up, sending a chill down your spine. A sense of foreboding fills the air, and you exchange a glance with JJ.

As if on cue, the first raindrops begin to fall, lightly pattering against your skin. You look up, realizing that this is no ordinary summer shower. The rain intensifies, turning into a deluge within moments. The waves grow wilder, crashing against the shore with an unruly force.

"Y/N, we need to get out of the water!" JJ shouts, his voice barely audible above the deafening roar of the storm. He grabs your hand, pulling you towards the shoreline.

Finally, you make it to the shore.

Looking around, you notice your friends, gathering their belongings and casting worried glances at the darkening sky.

Pope, his voice carrying above the roaring wind, calls out to the group, "Guys, we need to get out of here! This storm is no joke!"

John B nods in agreement, quickly gathering his belongings. "I don't know about you guys, but I'm not keen on getting struck by lightning today. The chateau is the nearest. We could take cover there."

The wind howls around you, tugging at your clothes and whipping your hair into a frenzy. Rain lashes against your face, making it difficult to see, but the determination in each step keeps you going.

As you reach the path leading to the chateau, lightning illuminates the sky, followed by a deafening clap of thunder. The storm is getting closer, urging you to quicken your pace.

Finally, you arrive at the chateau. John B fumbles with the keys, his hands shaking with urgency. The door swings open, welcoming you to safety.

With a collective sigh of relief, you all step onto the sprawling grounds of the chateau. Rainwater drips from your clothes, creating puddles on the cobblestone pathway. Laughter erupts as Kie playfully splashes Pope.

The group chuckles, their spirits lifting despite the rain-soaked clothes. You trail behind JJ, feeling the warmth of his hand in yours as you step into the chateau.

Exhausted from the day's events and seeking respite from the chaos, you and JJ find yourselves together in the only left room. But you couldn’t be more happy about the situation.

As you both lie in bed, the sound of rain tapping against the window creates a soothing lullaby. Contentment washes over you, the warmth of the room and JJ's presence wrapping around you like a blanket.

But amidst the calm, a sudden realization dawns on you. Panic grips your chest as you sit up, startling JJ. "Oh no, JJ! I completely forgot to tell my parents that I’m not home tonight. They'll kill me!"

JJ just laughs at your words. "Hey, hey, don't freak out. They probably will kill me first when they find out that you were with me."

“So we’ll die together, huh? Just like Romeo and Juliet.” You giggle.

JJ's gaze meets yours, his eyes sparkling with a mix of admiration and vulnerability. He takes a deep breath, his voice filled with sincerity. "Did I ever tell you how pretty you are?”

You feel your heart skip a beat, his words washing over you like a gentle caress. A blush creeps onto your cheeks as his hand reaches out, gently tracing the outline of your cheek, his touch both tender and electrifying.

JJ glances at you, a hint of nervousness in his eyes. He clears his throat before speaking, his voice genuine and vulnerable. "Y/N, there's something I've been wanting to tell you. Being with you, especially in moments like this, makes me realize how much you mean to me. You bring so much happiness into my life, and I can't imagine it without you."

Not knowing what to say, you just lean closer to him, your eyes locked in an intense gaze.

At that moment, the world around you fades away.

Slowly, hesitantly, your lips brush against each other's, sending a shiver down your spine. It's a gentle and tender touch, filled with a mix of nervousness and desire.

JJ's hand finds its way to the side of your face with his gentle and firm touch, as he deepens the kiss. The warmth of his lips against yours ignites a fire within, intensifying the sensation and erasing any lingering doubts or fears. As the kiss deepens, time seems to stand still.

Eventually, with a mixture of reluctance and need for air, you both pull away, your foreheads resting against each other. The room fills with soft breaths and the sound of your heartbeats, the shared moment leaving you breathless and wanting more.

JJ's husky voice breaks the silence.”I've been wanting to do that for a while now. So, wanna be my girlfriend?"

Your cheeks begin to blush into a deep red colour. “Of course, JJ.”

Your parents are pretty angry when you come home the next day because you forgot to let them know last night. But you don't care.

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uravitypng · 11 months

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𝐈 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇: 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎

pairing: kaminari denki x reader, (hanta sero x reader)

word count: 3.8k

content warnings/things in part two: gardening bashing, pet names, fluff, it's a mystery trying to figure out what's going on inside your best friend's heads, i use the words sofa and couch interchangeably, written with a chubby reader in mind (smut in later chapters/+18)

a/n: i hope you all enjoy part two!! i'm really excited for you all to read it and i hope you like it!! let me know what you think of this chapter ♡

i talk too much summery: it's terrible when you're in love with your best friend. it's terrible that he's in love with someone else.

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Having the morning off is great for many reasons, sleeping in, spending time getting ready, maybe meeting with your friends and sleeping in again. Today is one of those days, where you can relax for the morning and not be in a rush to go out the door. You love being a hero but early morning patrols are the bane of your existence, so you start the morning of by waking up late and getting breakfast. Denki's already patrolling right now so you can't spend the morning with him, although lounging about on the sofa sounds like a good idea.

That's when you get a message come through and you know straight away it's from Hanta, he has a custom ringtone on your phone. One night when you both just graduated you went down to the beach together and played each other music until dawn. That was the first time he played you the song heat waves and now you always think of him when you hear it. That night he grabbed your phone and took a photo of you together, before changing his ringtone sound, pressing the record button and using the sound from the speaker. You still use that exact sound now where you can hear the waves and the sound of you laughing in the audio so as you hear the familiar notes of by glass animal and waves you open up your messages. 'Hey you're not patrolling right now, right? You've got the morning off?'

You briefly wonder how he know's your schedule but maybe you mentioned it earlier in the week. 'Yeah, have the whole morning off.'

'Cool, you wanna hang out?'

'Definitely. It'll be so much better than watching day time tv and napping throughout the morning.'

'Don't disrespect day time tv like that.' That gets a laugh out of you before you're arranging somewhere to meet and start getting ready.

You end up in a small cafe not too far a walk from yours, where you see Hanta is already there waiting and sitting at the back where you typically sit. It's not a very well known place as it looks fairly small on the outside but it's looks deceive because the inside is beautifully decorated. You've been told the owners daughter wants to be an artist when she's older, there's pretty little paintings in the corners or the walls and everything about the place just fits. It's delightful and you can't knock the food and drinks either.

Because it's so quiet you're less likely to be recognised which is also a big reason as to why you like this place. Fans coming up to you and asking to take photos or have signatures is part of the job but every hero deserves respite and you in particular are not the most charismatic, just wanting to do hero work and finding all the extra PR stuff boring and tedious. Most of your friends are more accepting to that side of hero work, but you lack the patience and charm for it, maybe Bakugou has rubbed off on you. You're just not good at it.

You are sitting across to one of your friends who is good at it and you're not confused to why. Hanta is one hero that people never have criticism for, he works hard, he's good at hero work, he's outgoing, approachable and magnetic, you're often in awe with him in general and how you have such amazing friends.

"Are you even listening?" You're thoughts get interrupted as you realise Hanta is grinning at you with this all knowing look on his face. Your silence answers him causing him to snicker at you. "Am I boring you or something?" In that moment you wish you were equally as quick-witted as him and be able to say something that would wipe that cheeky grin of his face, but alas you're not.

Sticking your tongue out at him, "yes." he laughs again which causes you to smile, all attention focused back onto him and your conversation. The next few hours are spent in the cafe immersed in one another's company, enjoying your time together. He's been on another failed date and every time there's an entertaining story to go along with it. This time he swears that the women he went on a date with must have been over ten years older than him and the only thing she seemed interested in talking about was gardening.

"I swear it's true! I don't know where Mina finds these girls who she swears are 'perfect for me'." The thought crosses your mind that maybe he should stop going on dates picked by Mina, they never end well but you think not to as the stories always make you laugh and Hanta has never told you throughout all of you knowing him if he even wants a committed relationship or similarly what his type is. For now you'll enjoy listening to his stories and maybe you'll have to ask Kiri at some point if he knows more about it than you. You know he has one night stands, you've seen people leave his flat and people leave with him after nights out at the club but he's never introduced a partner to you. "There's no way that she's our age, she's got to be like 40 AND then the gardening thing. The whole time she was talking about how often you have to water orchids and that you should put ice cubes on them. I'm telling you that just isn't true."

"How do you know it isn't true?" you interrupt, chuckling.

He pauses for a second before replying, "if it is true I don't want to go on a second date with someone who knows that fact." You laugh more, knowing that he is a hundred percent serious and that makes it all the more funnier.

You quickly glance at the clock hanging up on the wall opposite you, you're going to be in serious trouble if you don't get a move on. You've been so engaged talking to Hanta that time flew by. "Shit, I wasn't looking at the time, fuck." You grab your phone and throw it into your bag.

"Patrol?" Sero asks after checking the time.

"Yeah, I'm going to be late if I don't hurry," you respond, as you're getting up, starting to make your way to the door.

He gathers his things and slides his way next to you, "I'll walk with you."

With you walking as fast as you can and Hanta's long limbs you're bound to make it in time. Worrying less, you take a deep breath and remind yourself that you're not going to be late. If it's necessary you'll just get him to swing you there with his quirk.

You're both a couple minutes away from the agency when you're about to be heading your separate ways. You, on your way to the agency to get your hero gear on and Hanta across the road next to the agency to get back home. "See ya, I'll text you after work," you tell Hanta. Before you know what's happening he holds onto your wrist and quickly places a chaste kiss on your lips, "have a good shift, I'll see you soon. Yeah?" He says just as quickly as the kiss and he turns and heads down the road. That's never happened before but processing that can wait until after work.

It didn't wait until after work. During patrol your mind couldn't help but wander. You think maybe it was so fast you could have imagined it, or maybe it's likely that you're overreacting and thinking to much about it. It was just a quick kiss, a peck. Sure, Hanta's never done that before but you've been friends with Mina for years and she's surprised you more than you can count by kissing you quickly, unexpectedly grabbing onto your face making you keep eye contact as she swiftly swoops in and kisses you before saying she's about to leave whatever convention you're at.

Also every Christmas you and Kiri find yourself under the mistletoe together. The first time it happened it was awkward and you felt kind of shy however every Christmas after that it happened without fail, both of you gained confidence and took the kiss in stride and would find the whole ordeal amusing. It would feel strange if you didn't end up under the mistletoe with Kiri one Christmas, that does make it an odd pattern and a weird thing to happen but there are certainly plenty of worse people to be stuck having to kiss every year.

Like having to kiss Mineta, feeling his eyes staring at every inch of your body or Iida whose kiss you know would be to such a level of discomfort you wouldn't be able to look each other in the eye for days when seeing each other again. Or heaven forbid Denki, the man you love but know you can't have, you know that kiss would kill you. Stuck under there, with you feeling like he's being forced to kiss you while wishing it was someone else.

Maybe the kiss is like that, like it is with all your other friends. Simple. Either way it was a great kiss and though it was only a second it was a good second. His lips were soft and smooth and you could smell his pine and sandalwood cologne.

Your patrol feels quicker than normal, with you thinking about Hanta for most of it, either way you're going home and you're going to try not to think about it anymore, it's a waste of brain power. Luckily you remember what you said to Hanta before you left, shooting him a text while walking home saying how your shift was and you thanking him for a lovely morning, you can't remember who paid for drinks so you leave that bit out.

You make it home on time, to you there wasn't a time to make it on but Denki had a time. You and Denki haven't spent a lot of alone time together in the past couple of weeks and you've both noticed. It can't be helped you're both busy with patrols and work different times and different schedules and then when you have had time together it's typically with Kirishima and Sero so it's made him antsy, he misses you. He checked your patrol times for the week and made sure he was free, clearing his schedule for the time you finished work. He wanted to see you and make you dinner, just be with you.

You opened the door and five minutes later dinner would be served. Denki silently congratulates you and himself, even without knowing so your teamwork is impeccable. "I'm home!" You call out like every time. At first you didn't know if Denki was home or not but after a second you heard a clatter of pans and Denki distinctly say 'shit', you giggle before making your way into the kitchen. He must be concentrating pretty hard not to call back as loud as possible like normal.

Before you can even tease him about dropping things and being clumsy Denki turns around with a huge grin, "I'm making your favourite, go sit down." Walking behind him, and peering over his shoulder to see what he was doing exactly, your heart bursts out of chest due to the gesture.

"I can see that Denks. It smells really nice. Is it a special occasion or are you just trying to distract me and butter me up before telling me you broke the toaster again?" You ask half joking and half being genuine.

He laughs before telling you, "no, I just wanted to something nice for you, that's all." You heart warms and you try not to let it show, even though if Denki turned around he would clearly see you bashfully smiling and suddenly finding the floor very interesting looking down. "Go sit down or you're not getting any."

That gets you to move but not before you get a couple of glasses for you both and take them with you, replying a little snarky with, "yes boss." If it was anyone else you might have regretted doing that, people don't always respond well to the mocking or teasing comments you make but you know that Denki doesn't mind. In fact he always finds them humorous, every time getting a smile or chuckle out of him and pretending to be hurt by what you said so he gets you to make up for it in various ways. Even if he'll only be 'hurt' when it's his turn to do the hoovering or when he's feeling particularly tenacious and wants your attention, dragging you along with him to everywhere he needs to be that day.

You're on your way to the couch to sit down, most of the time after work if you're home late you'll eat on the couch, taking comfort over conventional seating but you're reconsidering tonight, it's not everyday you get to eat homemade food especially Denki's. Choosing the table you go over and you see that Denki has already made that decision with the table set. Not only is it set but he's put out your specific cutlery you use, you don't like using the bigger knives, forks and spoons so you have a couple of your own sets, he brought you one one day, you had only one but he brought the second set after moving in together in case the other set hadn't been cleaned yet. There's also glasses already on the table with a couple of options of both your favourite drinks. 'He really did think of everything tonight, huh.'

You sit down and place the glasses you carried to the side table so they won't get in your way as you hear, "foods coming, babydoll". You light up at use of the nickname, it's been a little while since you've heard it. He used to call you it all the time but hasn't for a little while, you would never admit it but you're glad he's called you it again, whenever you hear it you get butterflies.

The food really is delicious, neither of you are particularly good cooks but after you put your mind to something it's fantastic and this food really is. He went through all this for you and you'll love and saviour every bite. Even if it were burnt you'd still love it because of the time Denki put into it, you might've poked fun at him a bit though. You tell him how good it is and how your day has been while he tells you his. "I was kind of distracted during patrol if I'm honest." You say in between bites. "I was still on the top of my game though!" you rush out, tacked on at the end.

"I'm sure you were, you always are but what were you distracted about though?"

"It's nothing. not really."

Denki looks at you, not believing you for a second. "You may think I'll think it's nothing but that's not the case. If it's not nothing to you then it's not nothing to me as well. If you were distracted by something you've got to tell me, I've just made you dinner." He has got you there, it really isn't a big thing so there isn't any harm in telling him.

He's looking at you waiting for you to tell him, he's knows with you it could be anything. Maybe something like a philosophical question that you haven't gotten out of your head or a strange thing you saw while walking down the street, one day you came home rambling about a riddle that had you puzzled.

"I had lunch with Hanta, like I said I did, and before saying bye he kissed me. Like one of those kisses Mina gives everyone or when me and Kiri catch each other under the mistletoe."

He didn't know what he was expecting but it certainly wasn't this. You don't see Denki when you say you kissed Hanta, you're looking down at your plate getting ready to take another bite. You miss Denki's furrowed brows and his deep frown, it doesn't suit him. He tried to school his expression but that didn't stop his mouth moving, "he what?" You look up to see him and there's something about the way he said it that seems familiar. You can't exactly place what's strange about the way he said it or where you've heard him speak like that to you before but you chalk it up to confusion.

"Yeah, he kissed me. It just shocked me that's all, I didn't expect it," you explain.

"No wonder you were distracted during patrol! I can't believe he did that. You'll have to make him apologise." Denki says back automatically like it's the most urgent matter in the world, and to Denki right now it is. He can't believe Sero would just kiss you randomly like that, it's made you uncomfortable. The gall of him to put you in a situation like that!

"It's really not a big thing Denki! He doesn't need to apologise or anything." You give him the biggest smile like it's suppose to be obvious to him, that it's not a big deal but it doesn't stop him from thinking and just as he was about to say something else you start speaking again. "I'm so lucky to have you as my best friend Denki, you always look at for me but I swear this time you don't have to. It's just Hanta. It's not like I want him to apologise, it wasn't bad or anything, it was just surprising." Denki stays silent after that, you know he's protective of you, you just hope that doesn't lead him to talking to hanta about it and getting into an argument with each other.

"Dinner really was lovely Denks, thank you." You reach over to his plate and make your way into the kitchen. Just when you're about to wash up he comes up to you.

"I'll clean up tomorrow." Before you can object and tell him it's only fair for you to do it since he made dinner he's clutching onto your wrist and pulling you out of the kitchen.

"Denki what are you doing?"

"We're sitting down and we are going to watch a film."

"Can't that wait until after I clean up?"

"No." He picks up a blanket as he brings you both on the sofa and hands you the remote. Normally you sit close together or you end up next to one another because you're cold but as soon as you sit down Denki's dragging you next to him so your thighs are touching his and you're leaning against him as he pulls the blanket over you. "Put something good on babydoll."

You clear your throat, "oh, um yeah, I'll pick something now." You flick through what to watch seeing if anything in particular catches your eye. "How about wall-e? It's way better than any of the star wars films."

Denki chuckles and agrees with your pick, "it's still not better than star wars though."

"I beg to differ, it's the best space film there is."

"I don't know about that, hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy exists and there's alien too."

"Hush, wall-e is the best film that's ever been made." He's about to rebuttal but the words die on his tongue as he sees you look up at him pouting.

He pulls you even closer to him, where you're practically laying on his chest, "whatever you say doll." You play the film as you move to get comfier and pull the blanket more so it's covering your whole body.

You watch together as he cracks jokes and asks you questions and your opinions about specific scenes. It's so warm and cosy next to Denki. You can smell the citrus shower gel he uses and the faint dark chocolate smelling fragrance from his cologne that Todoroki gave him one year as secret santa, it was incredibly obvious it was from him, he basically told him. Denki now buys it whenever it runs out, he fell in love with it, he must be on his tenth bottle by now, but you're not entirely sure though.

You hear his breathing and it just all feels right, it's so cosy that halfway through wall-e you've fallen asleep. Denki realises you've fallen asleep nearly instantly by the way you didn't respond to his last joke, he looks at you and see's that your eyes are closed and fluttering occasionally, he wonders what you're dreaming about. Denki holds you tighter, wrapping his arm around your plush waist, making sure that you're comfortable and that you're warm enough. You get cold so easily. He watches the film with you in his arms and he's so thankful that neither of you were busy tonight.

Thinking about being busy he pulls out his phone, careful not to wake you, and reluctantly checks his phone, hoping that nothing important comes up. He sees a few messages from the group chat and a couple sent to him directly but nothing that demands his attention more than tonight with you so he puts his phone back down.

You wake when you feel Denki shoving his phone back in his pocket, blinking your bleary eyes trying to wake up. Hopefully Denki is unaware that you've been asleep but you know that isn't the case as you pretend you've been awake the whole time and he laughs. "I really was awake."

"Sure, I totally believe you."

"It's not my fault, I was relaxed and comfy. Sleep is important."

"Awe, ' you saying I'm cosy?"

"Go away Denki."

He chuckles as the credits roll. "Sleep is important, and that's why i'm telling you to go to bed. It's late and after the best dinner of your life I'm sure you're tired." you giggle but don't disagree or argue. "I know I'm better to sleep on than the bed but you've got to." he grins at you. you wish he wouldn't say things like that, you're tired brain can't help but imagine you asleep on him again, only this time you're in your own bed.

" 'kay i'll go to bed, but my bed is the best to sleep on," you respond tiredly.

"What else have you slept on?"

You ignore this but it still makes a sleepy smile creep on your face, "night Denks."

"Yeah night 'doll."

You waddle into your room and close the door and drift off to sleep thinking about sleeping next to Denki, while Denki's in the kitchen washing up the dishes just in case you wake up before him and do it yourself, he highly doubts that he would sleep in or that you would wake up early, but just in case.

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elsaellaelys · 10 months

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Bewitched - part 1

Bewitched - part 2

summary: Two bewitched best friends have sex after a smocking session.

pairing: JJ Maybank x fem!reader

WARNINGS: 18+, sex content, smoking weed, cursing.

2.160 words

a/n: My first smut! I was very excited to write this... hope you enjoy. I was just so in love with this picture and it all came to my mind. Also, let me know if there's any requests. <3

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The sun light is still cold as is only 9 a.m, Y/N woke up early in the Chateau not in her regular spot in the couch, she sitted outside trying to get her brain back to it's place. John B. oppened the door, sleep still on his face.

He look at her confused "What you're doing here?"

"Just waiting for you to wake up" she lies.

Thank God he didn't noticed she spent the whole night on his friend's bedroom, her friend's bedroom. Instead, he just started to look for his fishing net, talking about going fishing later. Y/N's heart stopped for a second when the door oppened again, JJ coming out, sitting in the chair in front of her, glancing at her sometimes. He woke up to the door sound, arms stretching on the bed, searching for a body, her body, not finding it.

Now Pope just showed up in the corner, JJ took the opportunity to met her eyes, heaven hiding beneath her eyelashes, his heart felt so light he could fly. "You okay?" he whispers.

She forced a smile "Yeah."

But her heart was twisting inside her chest. She just sleept with her best friend. They fucked. Way more than once in one only night. A wave of insecurity washed her heart as she avoided his eyes. He knew how she felt, but didn't understood it as he was so head over heels for her, she bewitched him and he was so happy about it.

They first met on the beach, a kegger, Y/N was shitfaced, trying to get a guy's hands off of her because she, even not sobber, wasn't interest. JJ took the chance, shoving the guy away, guided she to a quiet place and handed some water. Suddenly she was telling her life history to him, he accepted it, thinking she was just so drunk, maybe needed someone to talk, so did he, then he was the one telling everything he felt, he found a certainty in her eyes, how she listened even if she could barely stand up, forgetting it was a small island they were in. I mean, she was a touron right? On Monday, he headed to school and there was she. Kinda different, not drunk, but same pretty face and hair. He approached, holping she didn't remembered anything and he still had a chance.

"Clearheaded, I see." he said, taking the nearest sit.

"Sorry?" she stared at him confused, memory coming back in a flash for a second understanding how she made her way home safely. "Oh, you're the blonde nice guy from the kegger! Sorry, I don't remember much but thank you."

"Nah, my pleasure."

He offered company for lunch and she gladly accepted, not talking about that night so he thought she didn't remembered, but she did, heart beating different for knowing he was so real with that. JJ asked her on a beach date. Not really like that, just a "Let me take you to the beach, you're new around so better have a nice tour guide." Could she denied it? It happened that when they were on the beach they walked into the pogues, what he always avoided, the introductions, then she fell on a conversation with Pope about the classic book essay school teacher gave and they all became friends, hanging out in the Chateau, late night drinks and talks and smoking, then John B. was teaching her how to surf - and she was great on it -, Pope shared books with her, Kiara was excited there was a new girl in the group and at that point she became a pogue too, there's no pogue on pogue macking, so JJ knew, he was now in the friendzone.

Of course there was the flirting, the mindless touches and drunk kisses. But just that.

Well, some day the stars align.

Last night Y/N came to him, showing the special weed she got with her new work bud, they got high together. As a rule, always share your weed with your friends. They sitted in his bed, on the Chateau's guest room he claimed his. She got comfortable, putting a little bit of it in the grinder, doing her ritual.

JJ smiled lightly, she was mumbling herself a little tutorial. "Just a little, we don't want to fall dead in the first try." looking so concentrated, making sure the filter tip was right in the place, he unconsciously wetted his lips when she licked the paper, rolling it quickly but well.

"Wanna hit it first?" she asked

"Is your grass."

She laughed "But you're my guest"

He took it, lit it, gave it a puff.

"How is it?"

"Try it yourself." he shrugged handing her the joint. "Thought you were beeing nice, but I'm just your guinea pig, uh?"

She laughed, inhaling it herself. The blunt was burning in their hands, burning more in their brains.

"Now, how is it?" JJ asked looking down at Y/N, she was currently lied on the floor.

"It's okay. Like, definitely good, I'm not overthinking, so definitely my type. Just feeling hot."

"Yeah, you do look hot."

She giggled "Don't need to make me blush when we're alone"

"Of course I have to, it's cute."

She rolled her eyes, feeling her cheast tight a bit and suddenly had the urge to say it. "You're the only one that make me blush inside too"

Fuck. It went out so wrong. She screamed in her head, wishing she could grab the words that were still flying in the air. JJ liked very much, enjoying the way her face twisted in pain of shame, a grin growing in his lips.

"I mean, like, you have that weird super power, you make me feel like Kenny used to and it have been so long..."

"Kenny? As in Kenny, your first boyfriend?"

Oh no. She laid on her stomach, pressing her cheek on the floor, cursing herself over and over. She was definitely overtalking.

"Please, forget it."

"Ha! No way!" He putted his arms behind his head leaning against the wall, silence swinging between them cause he was too caught up on her figure, out on the floor so perfect, he couldn't take the smug grin out of his face. "If it makes you feel better, you do that to me too"

Her head snapped up focus on him with wide eyes. "Really?"

"Yeah! Totally! And you make Pope and John B. blush too" he laughed "Damn. Even Kiara. It's like you're a witch. A love witch. You bewitch everybody with your charming ways"

Y/N smiled to him from ear to ear, a smile that could pass continents and oceans - he even considered compare it to the ocean, just as beautiful and fascinating. "I bewitched you?"

"Sure you did, love."

She felt her chest inflate with confidence, so she sitted, inclining to the bed side. "And... What'ya gonna do about it?"

JJ almost jumped into her, threw she on the floor beneath him, kissed her with all he's being keeping hidden along this time. Instead, he leaned over, lips brushed against her's and he felt in his bones... no, in every part of his body, a heat enough to combust him entirely.

"It's okay." She reasured, their mouths met hardly but soft, tongues already mixing as they couldn't wait. He did guide her to lay on the floor under him, hands tangling in each other's bodies, each other's hairs. There was this natural instinct that made he cup her breasts over the t-shirt - Damn - she was using no bra, just that fucking thin fabric that letted he feel her nipples already hardening and JJ knew, so was his cock, twitching in his shorts, she was whimpering inside his mouth.

He pulled back to watch her face, lips wet, eyes wide with please. "You still hot?" he asked, tugging her shirt. Fuck, she wasn't even naked yet and he felt like already cumming. All over her face.

She nodded to his question. "Shall we take this off?" she nodded again. "No, baby, I need words."

"Yes, J, please"

"That's it, sweet girl"

Her cunt clenched around nothing, she felt she was dripping wet, shirt now in the middle of the room, just like them, tangled out on the floor, her hands in his hair when he started to suck her nipples, his hands in her ass, cupping, squeezing, slipping so close to where she needed. JJ bitted one of her tits lightly and she moaned, he grunted, she moaned again, hips bucking up meeting his, they moaned.

"You should take this off too" she whispered, hands on his shirt.

"Yeah?" he pulled back, smiling widely.

"Yeah. And this." she groped his shorts, they both sitting up, kissing while stripping. His hands freely runned through her body, JJ never felt more happy, more delighted and hard in his whole life.

"Can I? Please?" he begged already, at this point they were both at each other's mercy anyway.

"Quit the asking, J, I'm up to anything. See?" she asked, guiding his fingers through her folds. "I'm so wet."

"Fuck yes, you are. Let me cleaned it a little." Y/N gladly kissed him once more before jumping on the bed, he spread her legs apart, taking a long look, kissing her inner thights.

"Quit the teasing too." she outcried, he laughed. "No way. You quit being a crybaby. You're so fucking beautiful, I have to take my time."

He concentrated, fingers running her pussy, slowly entering her.

She felt the thick finger in and out, letted out a sigh of relief. "Yes, J, please, please."

He leaned, tongue lapping at her core but the proud grin never leaving his lips. His cock was painfully hard, almost pulsating, he had to take his hand down to stroke it causing his groans into her and she was done, pornographic moans echoing in the room. How could she hold it? The weed effect on her, his fingers inside - three of them, she didn't even remembered the second - his hot tongue, messy hair, pretty reddish eyes up at her, closing when he stroked himself. Y/N reached for it, doing the job while pushing him to sit on the mattress, against the wall.

"Let me do it" she pumped his dick.

"Later, I just want to be inside you right now." JJ confessed, trying to keep his eyes open to look at her moves. He knew he wouldn't last much in her mouth.

"Could make you beg for it." she spitted in her hand spreading along his length.

"Don't you dare..." he had to stop talking, grunts were the only sounds he could let out as his dick was now sinking into her tight cunt, Y/N swore she never heard a sexiest sound.

He pushed she against him, her bare cheast against his as he was trying to dissapear into her because they were so interlinked, lazily riding one another for their highs. So slow it felt like torture, but they didn't had the strength to do more than that, they didn't had to. JJ laid over her in the sheets, careful not to suffocate her body with his own, even so he was so wasted, so lost in the feeling of her tight pussy, her clit rubbing in his groint, legs pulling he closer, nails in his arms. "Oh this arms!", she thought. The moment he started hitting her G spot over and over, they were both coming undone and he had to pull of to spill his release in her stomach.

The boy buried his face even more in her neck, if his legs were weak, hers didn't existed anymore.

"Bet Kenny never made you feel like this."

"What a way to end the vibe."

He laughed into her neck, shivers running down her spine. "The weed is good though." he said, she agreed, moving just a little, her pussy rubbed his balls ripping moans from their throats.

JJ pushed into her again, flipping them over so she was riding him at a slow pace, his face between her boobs thinking he found heaven. They were exhausted but they couldn't stop, stopping never crossed their minds.

Now when she didn't had courage to face him, remembering her loud moans, - Thank God John B. got home late - even wanting to. Even now they didn't wanted to stop. JJ moved closer as the boys headed inside the house.

"You not going shy on me now, are you?" he asked, thumb brushing on her cheek as he pulls her in for a soft kiss. "Good morning" he smiled.

"Good morning" she returned. "I'm not shy, just... confused"

"It's okay. I mean, I'm not confused. That's what happens when you're under a spell, right? Little witch."

"Yeah" she chuckled, smile opening wide, and he fell into her again, her hands around his shoulders bringing him so close as they melt in another kiss.

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watchmegetobsessed · 2 years

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THE FEELING IS MUTUAL

A/N: get ready for some extreme fluff, there's italy!harry and a proposal and everything sweet and lovey dovey! it was also inspired by the scene in the dwd trailer you see in the gif!

WORD COUNT: 1.6k

SUMMARY: Your little Italian getaway with Harry is something you'll probably remember forever, since it's where Harry has decided to get on one knee.

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You haven’t felt this relaxed in what feels like forever. It’s been way too long since you and Harry had a getaway, a real one where it’s truly just the two of you. No friends, no bandmates, no family, just you and him, hidden away from the rest of the world.

It’s nice to share memories with your loved ones, some of the best trips you’ve had were ones you went on with your friends, but sometimes you just need the alone time, the escape from the busy everydays.

Harry surprised you with a little Italian getaway out of the blue just a week before the initial date of the vacation. By that point he had arranged everything, even got your boss to give you the week off, so you only had to worry about packing your suitcase.

Now it’s been three days since you left your usual, hectic life behind and you’ve been enjoying every second spent in literal paradise with Harry. The best part of the vacation is that you’re in such a tiny, hidden village, that the people living here couldn’t care less about who Harry is, fame doesn’t seem to exist here. Only maybe for that friendly goat that wanders around the streets every morning and everyone seems to greet it as if they knew it personally.

As you sit on the terrace of the only restaurant, owned by the loveliest elderly couple, you listen to the music played by the guitarist who also works as a baker. The setting Sun is painting the skies a wonderful mixture of red, orange and blue and you listen to the chatter of the people around you, not understanding a word since they talk in Italian, but you just love the sound of the language so much.

You’re sharing a tiny table with Harry, sitting next to each other, he has an arm draped over the back of your chair, his fingers gently dancing around in circles over your shoulder, upper arm or side, always touching you in some kind of way. Even though you’re not married, this little getaway has made you feel like you’re on your honeymoon. Sleeping in late, cuddling in the morning that usually turns into some slow, lazy sex, then you visit the market, walking around hand in hand, picking out the fresh ingredients for the meals you plan to make. You have breakfast that almost turns into lunch, then usually lounge around while it’s too hot outside, reading a book while Harry is scribbling into his notebook, filling it with new lyrics ideas. You go to the beach nearby, sunbathe and swim around like little kids, splashing each other until Harry catches you and throws himself into the water with you in his arms, kissing the salty water off your lips.

The evenings are for cooking or coming down to the restaurant when you’re not in the mood to stand by the stove, you fill your stomach and take a walk once the Sun has settled and the temperature has dropped a bit. Arriving back home you usually end up making love, on the couch, in the shower, in bed, it doesn’t matter, you both are craving to be as close to each other as possible before ending the day, wrapped up in each other’s arms, drifting off to sleep only to wake up to another perfect day.

You’ve never felt more full of love, so contented and satisfied and you wish you could stay like this for the rest of your life.

Harry leans closer and plants a kiss to your temple, you smile at him, placing a hand to his thigh that’s partially on display thanks to his shorts, but it gives you more access to him which you definitely love.

“Enjoying your vacation?” he hums as you lay your head to his shoulder and bask in the peace of the moment.

“I love it here. Can we move here?” His shoulder shakes from his laughter before pressing a long kiss to your forehead.

“We could open a café, or something. Become part of the village.”

“That would be amazing,” you sigh dreamily. “It could be a café and a bookshop. I bet everyone would love the place.”

“Mmm,” he hums in agreement.

You love Harry and everything that comes with him. You know that his life as a celebrity is part of him, so you accept it fully. However, sometimes you can’t help but imagine a life where you both are just normal people, blending into the crowd, living a simple life. This could be a version of that simple life, opening a café, working in your own business, maybe starting a family… It will always remain just a fantasy, but it’s nice to picture it.

The guitarist starts a new song and even sings along with it, the Sun has fully dipped underneath the horizon so they have turned on the lights that vine above the backyard, shining like tiny stars over your head. Harry unhooks his arm from around your shoulders and you’re just about to complain when he stands up and holds out a hand for you, hinting that he wants to dance with you. Smiling, you take his hand and the two of you move a bit away from the table, Harry curls one arm around your waist, pulling you against his chest as his other hand holds yours, swaying gently to the music.

He presses his face close to yours, noses brushing together and his lips are touching yours, but he is not kissing you, only keeping them on yours, a small smile tugging at them as he watches you from under his curly lashes. You melt against him completely, your chest swelling from love and happiness as you slip your free hand to the base of his neck.

“You’re everything I ever wished for,” he murmurs softly, pecking your lips shortly. “I never thought I would find a person I could love this much.”

“The feeling is mutual,” you smile at him and now it’s your turn to steal a kiss.

“So you’re saying you love me?” he asks teasingly, his grin stretching wider and wider with each second.

“I do. I love you,” you giggle, moving your arms to curl around his neck while his hands hold your waist.

“You’re madly in love with me?”

“I am,” you nod.

“Good,” he hums with a pleased smile. “Because the feeling is mutual.”

You keep swaying to the music as the song flows into another one, the warm evening breeze carrying that salty scent that will always remind you of the time spent here once you leave.

“Remember when we first met?” he asks, breaking the silence.

“Of course. You spilled beer on me and offered to change shirts so I didn’t have to wear the damp shirt,” you recall the memory with a laugh. Harry just grins nodding.

“I thought: Wow, I think I’m gonna marry this woman. And that thought scared me for a moment,” he confesses. “Because who thinks about marriage the first time they meet someone?” he chuckles, shaking his head. “But I still think the same thing.”

“That you’re gonna marry me?” you ask, your heart thumping wildly in your chest.

“Yeah.”

“And does it scare you still?”

“No. I actually can’t wait to call you my wife,” he tells you.

You were so lost in the moment with Harry, that you haven’t realized the people around you are now watching you with sparklers in their hands. You only notice it when Harry pulls away and reaches into his pocket as he slowly gets down on one knee. He ditched the usual velvety jewelry box, it’s just the massive diamond ring he kept in his pocket, you would have spotted the box right away for sure. A round of gasps and whispers wash over the little terrace, every guest and villager watching the scene holding their breath as Harry looks up at you with the ring between his fingers.

“Would you do me a favor and marry me, so I can finally call you my wife? I want to spend the rest of my life with you, it could be here, it could be in the biggest city in the world, it doesn’t matter as long as I get to be with you. So… Y/N, will you marry me?”

Tears are flowing down your cheeks and you’re afraid your chest might just simply explode from all the feelings. You can barely choke out your answer as you take his face in your hands.

“Yes! Yes!” you nod and practically throw yourself into his arms, everyone around you cheering and shouting in Italian as you kiss him with all the love you have for him.

You need a couple of minutes before you stop sobbing and he can finally put the ring on your finger before kissing it. You can’t stop hugging and kissing him, but he feels the same way, he just wants to be close to you, holding you in his arms tight, remembering this moment forever.

“Let’s go home, hm? We could use some privacy,” he smirks, kissing you passionately.

“Good idea, fiancé,” you grin at him, and he hisses at the last word, a lustful glimmer sparkling in his eyes as he looks down at you.

“And what will I be when we get married?” he coos, clearly getting riled up just from the titles you’re calling him.

“My wonderful, handsome husband.”

“That’s right,” he growls, kissing you hard. “Now let’s get you home so I can fuck you while you only wear that new ring of yours,” he says lowly, leaving a stack of money on the table that most likely could cover everyone’s dinner for tonight before he pulls you out of the place and the two of you head home in a rush to spend your first night together as an engaged couple.

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hopeluna-archived · 2 years

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Summer's in the air...

Spending summer with the MHA characters

Characters: Izuku Midoriya, Shoto Todoroki, Katsuki Bakugo x gn!reader

Genre: Fluff

A/N: I spent a embarrasingly huge amount of time trying to pick the pictures💀

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Izuku Midoriya

Being the number one Pro Hero took quite a toll on his energy and time.

So when summer finally arrived and Izuku had the weekend off by a miracle, he was determined to spend these days with you

One of his favourite summer activities with you is definitely small picnics

The cool summer breeze, reading books with you on his lap under the shade of the tree he had oh so carefully chosen

Its absolute heaven to him. A break from his hectic hero life

The domesticity of preparing the food with you, getting in lost in the moment and swaying with you in the kitchen in a slow dance and just being there with you

It just gets to him

The feeling of calm and peacefullness washes over him as you feel a weight on your shoulder halfway throug the picnic

Looking aside, you see that he's fallen asleep, soft snores escaping with a peaceful look on his face

Just Pro Hero Izuku Midoriya in your arms, sleeping peacefully

Oh you're getting crushed by his weight? Doesn't matter, just run your hands through his green locks and enjoy the moment.

Shoto Todoroki

The concept of enjoying, having fun and relaxing during the summers was kinda foreign to him 'cause of his childhood. *cough* Endeavor *cough*

But of course he wasn't all clueless, in fact he was curious about the beach. It was intriguing, spending the day relaxing the day under the sun, going in the water. Sounds nice right?

Well when you arrived there, the excitement faltered from his face. The sand. He soon realized he was definitely not a big fan of it, it was utterly uncomfortable how it clinged to his skin.

After a whole 15 minutes of Shoto glaring at the sand, he finally managed to shift his attention to relaxing with you.

Loves to put sunscreen on your back and vice versa. Not in a sexual way, its just soothing for his touch starved heart.

Also you might wanna put some sunscreen on his scar so it doesn't burn further. I'm sorry

If ya'll decide to stay long enough, he loves walking along the beach with you enjoying the sunset.

All in all, its just a peaceful day at the beach with this clueless baby trailing behind you like a lost puppy

Katsuki Bakugo

LATE. NIGHT. DRIVES.

Like listen, at first he'll be hesitant towards the idea cause it means staying up late and messing up his sleep schedule. But...he just can't say no to your face.

So now here you are, cruising down the road, in his bike, the summer wind in the air, and the blinking lights of the city.

Bakugo loves it when sink more into his back, hugging him tightly when he makes a turn.

Where are you going? Neither of you are sure, maybe you'll end up stargazing in the grass field you passed by that other day.

Maybe you'll end up in a random parking lot of a McDonalds, with Katsuki grumbling about how this is so unhealthy while you ignore his comments and chat with him about nothing in particular

Or maybe you'll end driving back home, slipping under the covers, Katsuki hiding his face in your neck, mumbling sleepy "love you" 's and falling into a peaceful slumber.

No matter wherever you end up after the night, Katsuki has to admit, losing some sleep like this was definitely worth it.

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borathae · 2 years

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“Two weeks in paradise and your husband still finds ways to surprise you.”

Pairing: husband!Jungkook x wife!Reader

Genre: honeymoon!AU, Smut

Warnings: sub!Jungkook, gentle dom!Reader, mommy kink, surprise nudity, love making, nipple sucking, oral (f.receiving), fingering, it's the slow & tantric type of sex, Lotus position, closeness and being so in love, she also edges him cowgirl style, whiney!Kook, she has her hand around his throat at one point, unprotected sex but they are clean & on birth control

Wordcount: 8.1k

a/n: I just seriously adore love making. Also this type of domination just gets me so hard, it's so intimate and carries so much mutual respect omfg I want to scream. Enjoy hehe ❤

The sun set about an hour ago. You were witness to the event, sitting by the beach in utter silence with your husband by your side. It was a nice silence filled with the sound of waves dancing over the sandy beach and the songs of birds somewhere high in the trees.

There weren’t any other people on the beach with you. Just you and Jungkook, holding hands.

Well, truth be spoken, there weren't any other people on this island at all.

Jungkook purchased it just for this holiday with the excuse that you and him will have many more holidays here. You were just slightly mad at him for spending so much money on an island somewhere on the Indian Ocean, but Jungkook convinced you with his cutest bunny eyes to give it a chance and so you did.

That was two weeks ago, when you and him were sitting in a plane to Jungkook's island - correction, your shared island - three days after your wedding ceremony.

Jungkook was right. You love it here. The beaches are beautiful, the water is warm and your spacious bungalow is filled with everything you could dream of in such a paradise. Also the main coast was just a ten minute boat ride away, allowing you and Jungkook to try out the best restaurants in town whenever you wanted.

You bury your toes in the sand and scoff softly. There were times in your life when you physically and financially couldn’t think of fancy restaurants and luxurious bungalows on private islands and yet here you are. Visitor of said restaurants and owner of said bungalows. It feels like betrayal to your past self's morals and yet you can't be angry at yourself because being visitor of said restaurants and being owner of said bungalows means that you are Jeon Jungkook's wife. And that was truly - truly - the only treasure you needed in your life. All those riches were just a little bonus point, which came with the man.

You smile and turn to look at your bungalow. It was just a good hundred steps to your right, merged perfectly with the landscape and with a small wooden terrace overseeing the water.

Jungkook disappeared in it a good forty minutes ago, telling you that he was really tired and that he wanted to go to sleep. So you kissed him goodnight and wished him sweet dreams, before watching him strut along the beach in his colourful shorts and wavy shirt.

You didn’t join him because quite frankly you developed quite the liking for sitting at the beach and listening to the waves.

There wasn’t lots of artificial light on this island. Safe for the lights by your bungalow and the few lights by the dock, the island was kept as it was to give nature its well deserved sleep. The beach was dark at night, only the moon was your companion. You didn’t mind the darkness. Darkness never scared you and especially here it doesn’t scare you. This here is paradise and paradise can’t hurt you.

However right now, it can most definitely make you shiver in the breeze.

"Brr", you let out and rub your naked arms to warm them, "it's getting chilly, I think I’m gonna head inside."

Jungkook left the door unlocked for you and kept the lights burning in the entrance hall. You lock the door once inside, making sure to wipe off the sand on your feet before entering the rest of your home.

Your first destination is your kitchen for a bottle of water and a snack in the form of some crackers. You munch on them on your way to your next destination.

The bathroom, located at the east wing and with a view of the rich fauna behind the house. Right now, only darkness looks back at you as you let the water run down your body.

Once clean and wrapped in your fluffiest rope, you make your way to your living area for a late night movie. You are tiptoeing, careful not to wake your slumbering husband. You soon come to a stop however, when you notice red dots splattered all over the floor.

"Huh? Is that blood?"

You quicken your steps. The redness comes closer and closer. You stop.

“Oh okay, phew thank god. It’s just rose petals...wait. Why are there rose petals on the floor?”

They are scattered on the wood in a neatly placed line, as if someone had placed them here intentionally. You follow the line with your eyes first. It stretches along the hallway until taking a sharp turn to the right and disappearing from your sight.

"What the hell is going on?" you murmur, following the path all the way to your bedroom.

Faint light joins the petals in a slow flicker. It becomes stronger when you step through the threshold.

Candlelight coming from dozens and dozens of candles.

You lift your head.

"Oh my god", you gasp and break into laughter.

Jungkook is lounging on the bed on his side and with one leg propped up while his head is supported by his hand.

He is buttnaked, but holds a heart shaped praline box in front of his crotch.

"What is that? Oh my god Jungkook, what are you doing?" you laugh.

“‘ello me ‘ady”, he has a red rose between his teeth which makes talking difficult, giving you a seductive wiggle of his eyebrows.

“Baby, oh my god, please look at you”, you giggle, “you look so handsome”, you laugh, stumbling to the bed.

You get on it and sit down in front of Jungkook, helping him take out the rose.

"What are you doing?" you ask him in a cackle.

"I wanted to surprise you in a sexy way", he explains in a bright smile.

"I am definitely surprised", you chuckle, caressing his arm lovingly.

"Yeah? Is it sexy?"

"Most certainly. Sexy, but also really funny. You could fit into a funny movie or something."

He grins, "but it’s more sexy than funny is it?"

"Yes, it is", you say and cup his face to pull him into a kiss.

Jungkook sighs and kisses you back with eagerness. He tastes minty with the slight aftertaste of his cherry chapstick. You like that combination, nibbling on his lower lip for more of it.

“Thank you”, a kiss, “baby”, a kiss, “I love-”, a kiss, “-it.”

Jungkook smiles into the kiss, sighing softly when you end it by rubbing the tip of your nose against his own.

Jungkook mewls as you pull away more, fluttering his eyes open slowly.

"I thought you were tired”, you say, touching his chest. You can’t stop doing it. Touching Jungkook feels so nice, especially when he prepares such awesome surprises for you.

"No, that was just a scheme to prepare all of this. I was honestly a little paranoid doing it because I was scared you'd come in too early and see me crouching on the floor like an idiot and throwing rose petals all over the place."

You snicker.

"You didn’t do that naked, did you?"

"No", he cackles, "I took off my clothes when I heard you come in."

"I see", you say and feel up and down his torso, "damn Bunny, this is seriously such a nice surprise. I didn’t expect it at all."

"Yeah? Want to see everything?" he tempts, sneaking a glance down at the pralines.

You do too, rubbing your legs together in desperation. You really want to see more.

"Are those actual chocolates?" you ask him.

"Yup, they’re for you."

"Well thank you Bunny. But what are you hiding behind them? Is it something else I can snack on?" you crack yourself up with the joke.

Jungkook smiles fondly. You and your stupid mom jokes.

"Why don't you find out?" he rasps.

"Yeah? Can I?"

"Yes, you can."

You take a hold of the box of pralines and in one eager movement it is gone from his crotch, now sitting forgotten on the mattress.

“Pfff, no way”, you have to cackle again.

"Do you like it?" he asks in a boyish grin

He shaved for you, looking so sexy you feel your mouth water at the sight. But what made you laugh so heartwarmingly sweet wasn’t his effort of shaving but the red ribbon he tied around his dick and balls.

“You are literally full of surprises.”

“Right? Didn’t expect that, did you?” he says and wiggles his hips just slightly to move it around a bit.

You snort and cackle again, reaching for his hips to squeeze them.

“I totally didn’t. You’re so handsome."

“Yeah? So you like it?”

"Of course I do, you’re the sexiest man ever. Fuck baby, I’m so lucky”, you gush and push him down into the matress by his shoulders.

Jungkook falls in a soft moan, grasping your hips. Just a second later he is gasping, tensing his thighs upon feeling your naked core on his skin.

“Wait you’re naked too?” he gasps.

“Yeah?” you chuckle, “you think I’m gonna put my freshly cleaned ass into clothes after the shower?”

“I, I don’t know. I thought you’d wear panties at least.”

“I could go put some on…”

“No!” he exclaims loudly, pulling your hips back down.

You laugh and lean down to caress his face with both your hands, brushing his dark hair out of his forehead as you do.

“I thought so”, you rasp.

"Fuck my love, now I kinda wanna see", he confesses, oggling your clevage.

"I'm not one to stop you, Bunny."

Jungkook licks his lips hungrily and then tugs at the string of your rope. It falls open, gliding over his chest and exposing your own to his eyes. He lets them race over your breasts, licking his lips again. He looks so greedy for them.

“You just have to ask Bunny”, you coo.

“Can I-”, he clears his throat, locking eyes with you, “-can I suck on your nipples?”

“Yes you can.”

He opens his mouth and draws closer.

“Uh-nuh”, you stop him, forcing his head back into the mattress. It makes him moan oh so sweetly, “aren’t you forgetting something here?”

“Can I please suck on your nipples, Mommy?”

“There we go, now you’re being polite”, you praise, releasing his hair, “of course you can suck on my nipples, Bunny.”

Jungkook looks into your eyes, speaking his next words as clearly as possible.

“Thank you, Mommy.”

You smile and then shimmy up his body so your breasts would hover above his face.

“You’re welcome, my Bunny."

Jungkook eyes them, cheeks flushed and lips parted. He is waiting.

"Go on, get your treat", you order.

Jungkook obeys with a hungry moan, holding your breasts between his big hands and guiding one of your nipples to his lips. He closes them around you, sucking softly before becoming more eager. He is so gentle in his touch, showing you just how appreciative of your beauty he is.

"Mommy", he sighs, "you're so pretty."

He makes sure that your other nipple gets the same treatment. Oh, how warm he feels around you. How he makes you tingle.

You have your eyes closed, running your fingers through his soft hair and grinding your hips against his stomach slowly. There was no rush in those movements. They feel amazing and make you wet, but you have no intention of chasing them. The main act was Jungkook and his skilled mouth, the little grinding was just a very pleasurable side product.

He releases your nipple with a quiet slurp, kissing and nibbling on the softness of your breasts while his hands hold them safely. Truly this is heaven. Being so worshipped by him. Jungkook has a talent for worshipping and he proved it to you on many nights during your honeymoon. There was one sunny afternoon which you spent lounging on the beach while Jungkook kissed and caressed your back for a good hour. He woke you with the softest hand kisses each morning and tonight wasn’t the first time he is asking to suck your nipples. There was also the one time during movie night where he spent half of the movie lodged between your legs as he worshipped your pussy. Jungkook always says that he thought he couldn’t get any more obsessed with you, but that being your husband showed him that he can.

You won’t complain, because you are also quite inhumanly obsessed with him ever since he became your husband.

"I can't get enough of you", Jungkook sighs, moaning as he kisses your nipple, "you're so beautiful. Oh my love, why are you so addictive?"

"I'm addictive?" you ask in a fond chuckle.

"Yeah."

He looks so sweet when he looks at you like that. Big eyes all sparkly and happy, cheeks blushy and pink lips just slightly wet from his drool.

"You're so cute, Bunny", you say, caressing his cheek.

Jungkook leans in and kisses the inside of your hand. He returns to your breasts right away, eliciting a sigh from you.

"Yes Bunny, I love that."

It feels so divine to be appreciated by him. He is tracing your shoulders, including your upper spine whenever his fingers brush against it. Goosebumps are a constant side effect of that touch, once starting on your back but having covered your entire body by now. Jungkook is aware that he makes you shiver and your skin prickle as your nipples are just a little bit harder. He licks and sucks them eagerly, thinking to himself that this night couldn’t get any better.

Back to your chest his hands travel again. For just a short moment and a quick feel of his favourite spots. Along your collarbones, up and down your sternum, softly right over your pits and back to your breasts. Maybe he is imagining things, but all this worshipping he is doing makes them feel even softer in his palms.

"You're so soft, I love this so much", he whispers.

"Me too Bunny, I love this so much", you sigh, floating on the sensations.

He squeezes your breasts, letting your left nipple slip out of his mouth for a moment of breath. He is gazing at you, having kept his lips parted in awe but smiling cutely when you give him a smile.

"You're so handsome." "You're so pretty."

You and him said the words at the same time, gasping in realisation before giggling.

"What are the odds, right?" you giggle, leaning closer.

"Yeah, soulmate behaviour", Jungkook agrees and lets out a throaty giggle.

"Mhm", you cup his face, "my sweet Bunny", you whisper, rubbing the tip your nose against his'.

"My soulmate, hehe", he murmurs, making you smile goofily.

"Yeah, my soulmate", you agree and claim his lips in a longing kiss.

He tastes so sweet, his lips are so tender, his tongue is so polite in giving you the lead. Your chest is pressed against his', sharing warmth and tingling in the softness of his skin. You can also feel that he is hard by now, rubbing against your stomach each time you grind your core over his thigh.

You break the kiss in a smile, keeping your eyes closed.

"Mommy…"

"Mhm?" you open them, meeting devotion in his pretty eyes.

"Can I maybe, please, eat your pussy? Please?"

His politeness makes you smile. He is such a good boy. You trained him so well.

"You wanna eat my pussy?"

He nods his head.

"How much do you want her?"

"So much. So, so much."

"Mhm, that sounds like a lot", you give him a playful grin, "alright, yes you can have my pussy."

"Thank you, Mommy", he says and moans in excitement, "can you lie down?"

"Of course."

You take off your rope and then rest back in the pillow heaven Jungkook created. You feel like royalty in this position. Body comfortable but propped up enough that you see what Jungkook was doing. Legs tickled by the softest of silken sheets and arms supported by the pillows. This is perfect.

Jungkook seems mesmerised, resting on all fours while his eyes are glued to your pussy. Like this you can get a glimpse of how hard you make him with nothing but visuals. No touches, no stimulation, just your wet pussy and pretty tits and Jungkook is rockhard, stretching the red ribbon to its limit.

“You’re so sexy”, he whispers, reaching for your legs to feel them up with soft palms.

“Thank you, oh Bunny, I love this.”

Jungkook runs his fingertips up and down the inside of your thighs. It is a soft touch, simple and yet it carries such pleasure with it. Just seconds later and you find yourself squirming just slightly, wishing for him to move faster.

Jungkook kisses your feet first, starting with the left one before kissing your right. He did so in a kneeling position, the visual is making your skin feel electric. He is truly so perfect. The next kisses he leaves on each of your ankles, soft and placed with devotion.

“I’m yours”, he whisper, trailing kisses up your calves, “so fucking yours…”

He is close enough so you can reach out and play with his hair and so you do. You run your fingers through it, drinking in the way it glows in the lights and how you leave paths in it. It is seriously such a relaxing view. Tonight it turns you on as well, making you use your nails every now and then which results in Jungkook sneaking a glance at you and giving you a sweet sigh.

“That feels so good”, he tells you each time he does before placing an open-mouthed kiss on one of your inner thighs. He is just inches away from your pussy by now, holding your hips in his hands and showering your skin with kisses.

“You’re a tease tonight, aren’t you?” you say, sounding just slightly breathless. Truly, you are aching for his tongue.

He shakes his head, smiling to himself as he places his next kiss right next to your pussy. You shiver and gasp, parting your legs further.

“Just wanna take all of it in”, he whispers, kissing his way up to your lower stomach, “your skin”, a kiss, “your body”, a soft moan, “your taste”, a kiss right next to your core, “I wanna make sure I remember it.”

You can’t say anything against that. You could, but you don’t want to. It truly feels like a blessing to have Jungkook worship you with such passion.

"You're seriously so cute", you say, feeling his shy grin against your skin.

He shakes his head, "you're cuter."

He makes you chuckle and pet his hair.

“Okay, okay I’m cuter”, you give up, knowing very well that Jungkook in his competitiveness could argue about that for hours. And while you loved your arguments about who was cuter or who loved the other more, tonight you just wanted to get lost in the sensations. No loving bickering, just Jungkook’s touches.

“Mhm yeah”, he murmurs and nods his head, “so much cuter…” he whispers, trailing his kisses down to your core. He helps himself by parting your folds with his fingers. The gesture is already enough to make you squirm. It feels so good when he touches you like this, because you know what will follow.

A kiss right on top of your clit. A soft sigh of appreciation. Then his eyes flit up to look at your face.

“I love your pussy”, he whispers, letting his hot breath swirl over your core.

You give him a smile, petting his hair. He gives you a grin and then looks back at his favourite view.

“So pretty”, he whispers, parting you more just so he can watch how wet he has already gotten you. It looks so beyond temptatious and Jungkook can’t stop his tongue from darting out and stealing a taste. One slow lick, managing to make you gasp and for his tongue to get obsessed.

“So tasty”, he rasps, licking his lips.

He dances his pointer finger up and down your pussy, feeling up every inch of her while his other hand was still holding her open. The touch is soft, so tender, making you so incredibly needy for more.

“And so soft”, he whispers, rolling his fingertip over your clit slowly. It makes your hips buck up and your breath hitch in your throat. If only his touch wasn’t that gentle, oh you are going insane. This is the sweetest torture.

He abandons your clit, dancing his finger down your pussy again. He flips his hand so you now have a view of his palm. His eyes are locked on your core, his lips are parted in quick pants. He pushes, making your pussy swallow his ring finger slowly.

“Yes, ah fuck”, you moan, clenching around him. You can feel his wedding ring inside of you. Warm metal, now getting soaked in your juices. It is as if you are sealing your togetherness even more through the gesture.

His movements are slow. In and out. In and out. In and out. He uses his wrist for them, making sure to hold you open so he can watch how you stretch around him.

“So warm”, he rasps, wiggling his finger when he is inside of you. The movement is targeting your g-spot, tickling it out of hiding more and more.

You moan, making his eyes flit up.

“Is this the spot?” he asks.

You nod your head, whimpering out a yes.

“It feels so good”, he says, looking back at your pussy.

“Yeah it does…”

It seriously does. Jungkook is so skilled with his hands. He knows exactly how to touch you to make you feel as if you were floating. You roll your hips up and sigh his name, giving his hair a soft twist.

“Mhm Mommy”, he moans, connecting his lips with your clit in a slow tongue kiss.

“Yes, fucking hell, yes”, you groan, letting your head drop in the heap of pillows. Your legs fall open more, your entire body feels electric.

Now that his fingers are holding you open, he can reach you even better. Each suck, each lick, each kiss feels a dozen times better. His mouth is so warm, so wet, moving with such devotion.

“This is amazing Bunny”, you sigh, arching your back.

He answers you in a cute moan, licking over your clit slowly. His finger is pumping in an out of you again, going slow yet with the sole purpose of making it feel incredible for you. And it does. It feels heavenly.

“Amazing, ah so good…”

For the longest time you were a little weird about receiving pleasure. You blame the years of terrible sex you had at your work. Giving was just part of the job and not receiving anything the norm. And for the longest time you were just a little bit weird about Jungkook devoting himself solely to your pleasure. Lying back down, relaxing and letting him explore your body until you were trembling sounded like a task impossible to your work-poisoned mind.

You don’t feel like that these days. Although you still prefer watching him crumble under your touches, you love it so much when he is the one making you feel good.

“So good, you’re making me feel so good”, you moan softly, petting his hair. Jungkook is wiggling his finger again, sucking on your clit as if he was sucking on a lollipop. The sensation is incredible, sending jolts of electricity through your veins.

You also learned that Jungkook needs to give. He is truly such a giver and you learned that if you deny him his probably most instinctive desire he grows very unhappy with his performance in bed. You could make him cum a dozen times, make him shake and tell him that he did an amazing job, but he will still think that he sucked. So giving him nights where he can shower your body in devotion and attention is mandatory for his confidence and also for the happiness in your sex life.

“Oh right there”, you gasp, “there feels incredible, yes Bunny yes.”

Jungkook mewls, looking up at you. He can’t really see your face because you have your head thrown back, but he can see just how quickly your chest heaves up and down. Every now and then it stops completely as you hold your breath before moving again in quick pants. He loves the view so much. Your breasts look so good when he can look up at them.

Jungkook targets the wiggles of his finger on the spot which made you praise him, grinding the flat of his tongue over your clit.

“Yes Bunny, ah so good”, you moan, feeding him a throb of your clit, “so g-good.”

Jungkook mewls, feeling his cock throb. This right here is like heaven to him.

Now, allowing Jungkook nights where he can give and give and give is truly not a difficult task to do. He is just so good at what he gives. He is always attentive, ready to learn and improve, ready to listen and quite frankly also very aware of what feels good without you even having to tell him. Just like before when all it took for him to make your legs shake was the familiar feeling of your g-spot against the pad of his finger. That is all he needed to know what had to be done. Slow curls, talented wiggles, smooth rolls out of his wrist. He knows that you are obsessed with them and he is happy to give them to you.

“Another finger, Bunny”, you tell him, sighing in bliss when Jungkook slips his middle finger into you as well.

He breaks his lips away from your clit, letting the string of saliva break and hit his chin.

“Like this?” he makes sure, now moving both his fingers inside of you.

“Yes, fucking hell, exactly like this”, you croak, squirming on your pillow throne.

“I love this so much”, he moans, returning back to his spot between your legs. His right hand holds your pussy open while his mouth was making out with your clit. There is truly no better spot on earth.

“I love it too, I love it so much”, you pant, curling your toes in bliss.

Jungkook has the perfect fingers to use on your body. His nails are always groomed, never too long and obviously never dirty. His fingers have the perfect thickness to them and his knuckles fill you up so well. They also carry a certain strength in them, they are very obviously the hands of a strong man, and yet not once do they show you just how strong they were. They are always tender with you, holding and touching you in unbreakable devotion.

“Hold my tits”, you order him with an arch of your back.

Jungkook obeys with a soft moan, abandoning your pussy to dance his fingertips up your stomach to your breasts. His tongue has gotten your clit so swollen and sensitive that you barely even notice that he isn’t holding you open anymore. He still manages to send a constant stream of warmth through your veins with his licks.

Jungkook cups your right tit, holding it safely in his big palm. He squeezes it softly, having his eyes locked on it.

“Like this?” his voice is muffled by your pussy, the vibrations make your legs twitch.

“Yes like this”, you moan, voice quivering with every spoken, “just hold it, yes. Ah Bunny.”

“Mommy”, he whimpers, closing his eyes again. He loves it so much when he knows that he does a good job. It makes him feel a million times better. He does a good job. He is giving you pleasure. There is nothing better to him than this.

Truly there isn’t. A successful day at work, managing a difficult workout, finishing a long-term project perfectly. None of those things come close to how he feels when knows that what he is giving you is making you feel good.

“Licks Bunny, my faves, you know which one.”

“Yeah”, Jungkook croaks, furrowing his brows in complete desperation. Your favourite licks. The really, really fast ones. The ones which sound oh so wet and sinful and which make your legs shake uncontrollably. Tonight they also manage to make your hips buck up and your voice to crack in the most desperate of ways.

Jungkook knows what that means. You are currently trying to make yourself cum. He feels dizzy. He loves making you cum. And he goes literally crazy when you cum on his tongue and around his fingers.

You moan and Jungkook moans right with you, feeling just as much pleasure as you do. You taste so sweet, clench so much around him, shake so amazingly. Jungkook can barely handle the sensations. You can handle them even less, hearing your heartbeat in your ears and having to twist your own hair in pure desperation.

“Jungkook…I’m cumming”, you press out, having to gasp for air afterwards.

Jungkook moans needily, squirming on the mattress while his mouth was working wonders. He wants it, needs it, craves it. He hopes that it is soon. He really wants your climax.

“Ah Jungkook”, you moan, feeling the knot in your stomach burst. It spreads right from underneath his tongue, soaking into the deepest parts of your pussy and making his fingers feel incredible as well.

And Jungkook guides you right through it, swallowing everything you have to offer while thanking the heavens for giving him this current moment.

“No more, Bunny”, you gasp, fleeing his mouth with a wiggle of your hips.

Jungkook breaks away, lifting his head to gaze at your face. His chin and lips are glistening in your orgasm, his hair is ruffled and his pupils are so dilated. He keeps his hand on your breast, soaking up the way your heart is racing.

“Good job, holy fuck”, you whisper, slacking against the pillows, “that was so incredible. Oh careful.”

“Did I hurt you?” he gasps. He had pulled his fingers out before, but stopped when he felt you tense.

“No, just really sensitive.”

“Okay, like this? Is this good?” he asks, moving slowly and carefully.

“Yep, yeah. So good.”

He slips his fingers free, sticking them into his mouth instantly. You don’t even notice that he licks and sucks his own fingers, recovering on your pillow throne with your eyes closed and mouth agape. Jungkook does it nonetheless because he loves the taste of you. He moans when his tongue graces his wedding ring, having to sit up and climb on top of you.

It forces your knees to unbend and drop on the mattress. Jungkook plops down right on your pussy, moaning softly when this reminds him of all the time he rode your strap in this position. But tonight there is no strap there, just your heated skin and stickiness. Jungkook loves this sensation just as much.

You peel your eyes open and lift your head with a hum. His hands run up and down your torso, massaging your tits each time he meets them.

“Mhm Bunny”, you mumble, touching his toned thighs, “you just wrecked me.”

He giggles, “I’m so hard”, he confesses, still giggling.

“Yeah?” you look down at his cock. It is standing against his toned stomach proudly, his hard balls are rubbing against your lower stomach. Also the red ribbon. It is struggling, making his cock and balls appear deep red.

“You made a makeshift cockring there, didn’t you”, you say, playing with the perfectly done ribbon.

“Yeah, it’s so tight. I had to make sure it doesn’t slip off my soft dick, but I forgot about how big I get when I’m hard”, he says, whining just slightly.

“Does it hurt?”

“Not much, it’s bearable.”

“Do you want me to take it off and ride you?”

“Yes”, he moans, looking desperate immediately.

You sit up with the help of your abs, grabbing his ass and making him gaze deep into your eyes.

“Why don’t you relax against the pillows and I’ll fuck you slow?” you rasp, making Jungkook chase your lips with every spoken word.

He moans softly, fluttering his eyelids, “yes please.”

“Then get off of me.”

“Okay Mommy.”

He works quickly, climbing off your lap and exchanging places with you.

Now he is the one getting supported by the pillows, sitting cross-legged. You climb on top of his lap, running your hands up his inner thighs.

“Is this how you want it?” he asks.

“Yes, it’s perfect like this”, you say and tug on the string of the ribbon. It opens easily, making Jungkook groan in relief.

“Holy fuck, that was so tight. Oh my god, my cock feels so good now.”

His veins throb aggressively, making his entire length twitch needily.

“You’re so perfect”, you praise him, searching for the softness of his hair instantly.

Smiles get exchanged. It feels so good to be so close.

"Help me, sweets", you order him and Jungkook obeys gladly. He places his left hand on your lower back, using his right one to align himself with you.

He gives you the softest of pushes, signalling your hips to sink down. And they do. They sink down, allowing his length to breach you and fill you up.

"That’s it Bunny, that's it", you encourage him, pressing his forehead against yours and gazing into his eyes.

"___ I love you", he whispers, having to shiver afterwards.

He bottoms out, you and him shudder and moan, drawing closer.

"I love you too, Jungkook", you answer him and then you kiss him.

You kiss him, because that is all you wanted to do right now. Taste his moans, feel his kiss, hold him close. This is all you need right now.

His arms are cradling you, showing you just how strong he was and promising you everlasting protection.

Your fingers are running through his hair, showing him just how much you loved him and promising him everlasting adoration.

Your bodies move automatically and just perfectly in sync. Your hips showed the rhythm to him, slow but constant. Just back and forth in smooth rolls. This is afterall one of the best ways to feel the other.

It makes his length feel just so much better. Now, Jungkook was an amazing talent in fast and rough fucks. He makes you tremble like no one else could whenever he fucks you that way. But there is just something about truly taking the time to feel the other. When he fucks you fast and rough, his movements blend into one constant stream of amazingness, but when you and him fuck that slowly, you feel every shift and movement. And this is what reminds you just how fucking lucky you are to have him as your husband.

Jungkook has to break the kiss then, tilting his head back just enough that you can see his eyelids fall closed.

"You feel so good", he sighs, smiling droopily.

"You too, my love", you answer him, "you're made for me."

"Yes, just for you….all for you….o-only for you."

"Mhm Bunny", you sigh, resting your forehead on his shoulder, "I freaking adore you."

Jungkook squeezes you, nuzzling his face into your hair.

"Me too. I adore you so much", he croaks then let's out the sweetest of moans.

He throbs inside of you, meeting your movements for just one desperate buck of his hips. Then it is already back to slow rolls and feeling every single second of the warmth.

Bodies draw closer. Like this you can feel his silken skin against yours and his pecs brush your chest. You like being this close to him. You like to feel how the tightness of the hug squishes your breasts against him. It is such a nice sensation because it means that in this moment you and Jungkook are one. One body, one soul, one. And there was no better feeling in this world.

You lift your head, only to bury it in his neck instead. Soft kisses, slow grinds, loving touches and Jungkook is shivering, squirming for just a second.

"Thank you so much", he chokes out, squeezing your butt with his big hands, "thank you, thank you, thank y-you."

"Mhm my Bunny", you sigh, kissing his neck with all the love you have for him. You love it so much when his hands are on your butt, they feel as if they belonged there. Tonight he uses them to help you with the movements. Now, they weren’t exhausting movements or the kind which required help, but Jungkook likes to help nonetheless. There is quite frankly nothing more rewarding and perhaps even healing for his soul than knowing that he can help you feel good. He also just really likes the sensations of your muscles flexing and his hands following your movements. It makes the sex you are having just all the more immersive for him.

"My Bunny", you come up for air, "this right here is gonna make me cum."

"Really? Is, is it nice?"

"Yes Bunny, so nice. I love being close to you", you whisper and moan.

Jungkook whimpers, giving your butt a needy squeeze.

"Yes Bunny, this yes. You help me so well, I love what you’re doing", you praise him, feeling him shudder underneath you.

"Kiss me please", he begs, turning his head.

You do. You kiss him deeply, tasting the sweetness of his sounds and letting his tongue tangle with yours. He is eager in his kisses, clearly wanting it to be deeper than you do. And so you let him guide you, moaning into his mouth while your hips draw circles on his length.

Tongue kisses. Dizzy heads. Lungs aching for air. Bodies trembling.

"Fuck, my love", Jungkook croaks between kisses, digging his nails into your ass.

"I know my love, I know, it’s so good", your voice is pitched in pleasure, quivering as you speak.

His pubic bone is grinding against your clit with each movement and it’s driving you insane. Truly, it is hilarious just how easily his body can bring you to your limits. Yes, the grind feels nice but when you experience it with him it feels electrifying.

"Can, can you please – ah – relax?" he stutters, tensing his thighs.

You feel his hasty breath swirl over your lips.

"It's so good, Bunny", you sigh, caressing his trembling stomach.

Jungkook whines softly, parting his lips. He is throbbing oh so much, making his cock feel a dozen times better. Your body tingles in warmth.

"You fuck me so well, Bunny. I'm fucking obsessed with you."

"Mommy", he squeaks out, "I won’t last l-long."

"Hush, it’s okay. I know you can do it, my Bunny", you comfort him, claiming his lips in a sloppy kiss afterwards.

Jungkook kisses you back eagerly, feeding you his high-pitched sounds of pleasure while his hands squeezed and squeezed and squeezed your butt.

Your bodies were oh so heated, carrying a sheer layer of sweat where you touched. It draws you just that much closer. It feels so divine to be just slightly too hot with him. Especially when this brings you oh so close to your high.

"Ah Kook", you break the kiss, cupping his face in your hands, "now listen to, to me."

"Yes Mommy, I’m listening", he sighs, gazing at you with half-lidded eyes.

"I'm gonna cum and, and y-you are gonna – ah – hold back for me."

You tremble, tensing your stomach.

"Understood?"

"Yes Mommy, understood", he says, sounding just that little bit desperate. This is a task. His cock is aching oh so much and having to hold back when you orgasm around him is going to be so difficult. But he has to, he is your good boy, he doesn’t disobey you. Especially not tonight when his disobedience would ruin the fuzzy feelings you and him are currently in.

So Jungkook bites down on his lower lip and tenses his body, readying himself for the sweet, incredible feelings of your high.

"Yes Bunny, yes oh yes. Yes, yes, yes", you chant and groan, flinching just once before stilling your hips.

"Ah Mommy", he presses out, feeling oh so close. Your orgasm feels so good. Oh god he just wants to cum.

"Ah Kookie, my Kookie. Holy fuck yes", you pant, chasing the full high with uncoordinated ruts of your hips. Climaxing just like this, feels oh so good.

"It's so hard, I wan-wanna cum", he mewls, squirming underneath you.

"Ah Bunny", you come down with a sigh of your favourite nickname, stilling on top of him.

You lift your head. Your vision is just slightly blurry, but the desperation on his features is as clear as day to you.

"Do you want to cum?" you ask him.

"Yes, so much", he says in a pout.

"Okay then", you say and do the criminal thing of slipping off of him.

"No! Back, oh my god, back. Please back, back. Please, Mommy please back", Jungkook begs, voice almost breaking in tears.

He tugs on your hips, tries to get you to move, trembles and sniffles.

"Please back, please back, pleasee", he draws out the last word, eyes filling with tears.

"Lie down for me and I will."

"Okay, yes okay, yes. Lie down. Yes okay."

Jungkook obeys, within seconds he is sprawled on the mattress in whatever direction his body falls.

Head facing the left edge of the bed and legs pointing at the right corner. His hair is all messy too, having fallen into his face and making him look so beyond adorable.

"Please back now, please please please", he begs.

"You're so cute when you’re like this", you coo, climbing on top of him.

Jungkook welcomes you with grabby hands, holding your hips in an instant. You don’t let him wait too long, sinking down on him the moment you are in your preferred position. Right on top of him, with your hands on his pecs and your eyes locked on his face.

It is currently pulling the cutest expression of utter bliss. Eyes closed, mouth agape and lashes resting against his rosy cheeks prettily.

"You're so handsome, oh so handsome", you praise, caressing his cheek with the back of your hand.

"Mommy", he gets out and then he resorts to making the best sounds for you. Moans, sighs, whimpers and cute gasps for air. Jungkook is completely and utterly lost in the sensations.

"I love this so much", you sigh, resting your hand around his throat. You don’t squeeze it, you just allow him to feel the weight of it.

Jungkook reacts with a gasp of your title, fluttering his eyelids without ever managing to open them.

"You're mine, my love, mine", you whisper, caressing the side of his neck with tender fingers. His pulse is racing under your fingertips.

"Yours…"

Jungkook arches his back, making his length shift deeper inside of you. It makes him gasp and then tremble. He drops with a grunt, dragging his hands from your waist down to your hips.

"Good?" you ask, despite knowing the answer.

"Good, so good", he rasps and whimpers. He bucks his hips up.

"Uh-nuh", you stop him, squeezing down on his throat in warning.

He peels his eyes open, looking confused and completely drugged-out.

"Stay still Bunny, just stay still."

"Mommy", he whines, squeezing his eyes shut, "you give me so much tasks."

You grin. There we go. Jungkook has reached the point of adorable sex dumbness. Now you won’t get any clever sentences from him. You are obsessed with this state of his’.

"This is one task, Bunny. Come now, show me how good you are."

Jungkook squirms, pouting desperately.

"Wanna move."

"I know you do, but you won’t", you rasp, caressing his heated cheeks with loving fingers, “am I correct?”

He nods his head vigorously, furrowing his brows in concentration.

“Yes? And why is that?”

“I’m Mommy’s good Bunny.”

“Yes you are. My good Bunny, such a good boy”, you praise, placing your hands on his chest. You arch your back and stick your ass out, using the new position to fuck him even better.

“Ah fuck”, Jungkook moans loudly, scrunching his nose up, “holy f-fuck.”

“Can you feel how deep you are?”

“Yeah…”

“Mhhm yeah”, you murmur, circling your hips when you reach his terribly sensitive tip.

Jungkook’s legs squirm on the mattress, his forehead creases as he furrows his brows even further.

“Stay still, Bunny. Stay still.”

Jungkook nods his head, tongue darting out to wet his lips. A second later his mouth falls open, allowing blissed-out moans to roll over his tongue. You make him feel fucking spiritual. So goddamn close to god. This right here is the only thing he’ll ever pray to.

“Fuck, you seriously look so handsome right now”, you praise, giving him a clench of your warm walls.

He throbs. Fingers twitch on your hips. His throat works in a harsh swallow before he moans again. You can also watch that his eyes race behind his lids. He is officially lost in the sensations.

“My handsome husband”, you whisper, forcing his back to arch.

He drops, squirms and arches his back again. He also lets out a soft sob, lower lip sticking out in a cute pout. His cock is so hard inside of you, throbbing each time you drop down on him.

“You’re allowed to cum whenever. Just no moving”, you tell him, painting epiphany on his face.

“Faster please”, he croaks.

“Yeah? Do you need it faster?”

He nods his head, “please.”

“Like this?” you ask him and show him just how good you can ride him.

“Fuck”, he presses out in a barely there whisper, dancing his hands up your sides. His eyes race behind his lids again, his lips curl into a drugged-up smile.

“Yeah, just like this. Look at that handsome smile”, you say, rewarding him with skilled rolls of your hips. You time them with quick bounces up and down his sensitive cock. Truly, it feels amazing for you too. Jungkook has the most perfect cock ever.

He laughs then, ending it with a sharp intake of breath and his brows shooting up in surprise. You speed up, gawking at his face with crazy obsession in your eyes.

“Fuck”, he croaks and moans in a laugh, “holy fuck.”

His hands land on your tits, palming them with eagerness. It sends sparks of electricity through your body.

“Cumming, Mommy”, he squeaks out, squirming.

“Don’t hold back, cum for me”, you encourage him.

“Holy fuck”, he moans loudly, stumbling over the edge with such intensity that he almost knees you in the back as he begins kicking and shaking.

“There we go, yes Bunny you’re doing so good”, you encourage him, helping him with slow rolls of your hips.

“It’s so good”, he whines, throwing his head back, “holy fuck, Mommy.”

“I know bunnybaby, I know. It’s what you deserve”, you rasp, calming down his shaking body with soft touches.

Jungkook huffs out air, grinding his teeth. Just one last shake. One last amazing, mindnumbing shake and then he drops on the mattress. His limbs stop working, he feels short of breath. Gasping for it, he tries to get air back into his lungs.

“You did so well, oh my babyboy, you did so well”, you coo, littering his handsome face with kisses. His forehead, his nose, his eyelids, his cheeks, his chin, his jawline. You are obsessed with every inch of it.

“Oh my sweet babyboy, you just made Mommy so happy”, you whisper, kissing his lips over and over again.

Jungkook can barely kiss you back, feeling so dizzy and far gone. He wasn’t ready for just how intense his climax would feel and now he is barely even alive. This is going to stay in his little mind drawer of best nights I had with my wifey.

You lift your head with a giggle, studying his features.

“Are you okay Bunny?” you ask him, cupping his cheek.

“No”, he croaks out, “he died.”

“Oh dear”, you crack up, smooching his lips, “was it that good?”

“Yeah, so fucking intense.”

“Ah that’s so nice to hear”, you snuggle into him, “I’m so glad I could make you feel like that.”

Jungkook wraps his weak arms around you, inhaling your scent. You smell so good after sex.

“Thank you, Mommy.”

“No, I have to thank you. That was seriously the best surprise ever, Bunny.”

“Mh-hm yeah, my brain is huge.”

You laugh, petting his head.

“Of course it is. You’re such a smart and creative man. I’m obsessed.”

Jungkook smiles goofily, blinking slowly before deciding that keeping them close was the better option. He is so happy to be your husband.

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Loyalty Pt 5 (2/2)

(Recom)Na’vi!Miles Quaritch x (fem)Na’vi!Reader

Warnings: SLOW BURN, THIS IS AN EVENTUAL NSFT SERIES, ENEMIES TO LOVERS, capture, romance, reader is female

Warnings for this chapter: reposted this bc I found some errors and also the tags weren't working Finally, the second half of part 5!!! Bring tissues!!! Fluff, tension, angst, violence, animal death, things are finally boiling over!

Notes: Na’vi spoken in italics AND brackets now to clear up any confusion in this chapter.

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You awoke to the hint of sunrays ascending into a purple hue of morning dawn on the horizon. The corner of your lip upturned when the arm around your waist pulled you closer atop the chest you rested your head on, ear listening to the soft thumps of Miles’ heartbeat, your hand lazily set upon his sternum.

Sand shifted beneath your body when you stretched up to peek at the sturdy Marine who still kept his eyes shut, not wanting to move for a few more minutes. It had been a very late hour into the night after starwatching when the two of you laid down to get off your feet, only to slowly descend into sleep on the beach shoulder to shoulder.

“Miles…” you start, tone soft and hushed. “Miles, we…should go back…before anyone thinks we’ve run off.”

A hint of a smirk inched forward on the Recom’s cheek, finding a small bit of humor at your recall to what he had told you inside the floating mountains.

Getting up was hard as the sand was pillowy and warm, but brushing off the particles from your clothes was even worse seeing that your pants had a hole in it for your tail, allowing some of the granular substance to get into your ass crack. Maybe sleeping on the beach wasn’t so much a good idea let alone a romantic one.

The walk back to camp was quiet save for the sounds your feet made shuffling through the pale beach, sun entering the sky and casting itself onto the waking world around you. Not wanting to disturb anyone, you gently got onto your bedroll and stilled yourself, making it seem as if you never left. Miles did much the same in his cot. But there was an eye that peeked open and sneakily watched your elusive return, making the kid grin briefly before returning to his dreams.

You soared fast above the water’s edge. Sprinkles of water dusted your face as the large waves crashed into each other below. The sounds reverberated your soul, making the head of your Ikran tip up to glide higher away from the oceanic chaos. Soon the objective of this rough flight came into view: the SeaDragon. It was mighty in size and glared the bright light of the sun off its giant, metallic frame.

Flying in with Miles and Lyle, Sylway flapped hard and landed atop the helm of the SeaDragon. Your feet landed with a bang on the roof as did the other two large Recoms when they dismounted, just for them to hop down with audible thuds onto the deck where the captain stood with a long scowl. Being only seconds behind them, you were about to do the same until you halted when Miles rotated his weight and extended a hand, the light blue of his palm welcoming for you to take—and you did with a visible smirk. The Colonel’s hand firm as he helped you down. Then the captain let out his voice causing your ears to tip with annoyance since you knew a voice like that was attached only to the worst of insufferable douchebags.

“Are you the arsehole commandeering my ship?” Scoresby whined with a heavy accent.

That was Miles’ cue to saunter toward the captain, having an elbow arched from his fingers idly sliding to rest over his pistol.

With a fanged smirk, he admitted huskily, “That would be me.”

Your cheeks flared hot at the cool touch of his voice hijacking your senses. From this angle, your eyes feasted along the arm resting on the holster, studying the flexed muscles swollen under azure, striped skin. He knew what he was doing and it was unfair how he withheld himself last night, only sparing you a kiss to the fucking forehead, so you gladly drank up whatever you could find during these missions.

Not realizing the air passing over your mouth dried out the skin, you padded your tongue to wet them. But there were another pair of lips that weren’t exactly dry, instead quite the opposite.

Inside, Scoresby and Garvin introduced themselves as you stood near the scientist from the other side of the glowing table that showed a map of island locations.

“There’s probably fifty villages out there,” one had mentioned.

“Fifty—one hundred—we’ll search them all,” Miles countered.

“You can’t just come in here and take over my ship! I have quotas to meet!”

Your eyes that were fixed on the captain slowly trailed to the Colonel who leaned his body and lengthy arms on the holographic surface.

“I’ll be nice once, then I won’t,” he smiled with mock friendliness, ears folding back.

You heart skipped when he said that. He was ready, by any means necessary, to finish what he started. Then it dawned on you just how deep with was getting. War was here. Nothing could prepare you for the coming storm – the whole point of the Recombinants’ existence – and that made you anxious, and fearful. You hated how the RDA would waste life just to consume everything. Hated how Miles and every person that was rebirthed as Na’vi would perish eventually while Ardmore could care less.

Inwardly, you scoffed. Just cogs in the machine. Nothing more.

But maybe you could keep at least one of the Recoms alive.

You had to. Your heart begged of it.

You knew the RDA was ruthless, so you begged Eywa to prolong those brief moments when Spider laughed or to feel the hairlike touch that set your body on fire when Miles' pinky grazed yours amidst a crowd at a boring meeting. But stalling was not their forte. They would claw forward, burning the whole world down, to get what they wanted. You understood this, teeth grinding together as your heart wrenched witnessing village after village ravaged. Ardmore would have her scalp, no matter how much it pained you to see her loyal Recom at his worst.

The Metkayina were shoved onto their knees and threatened with voltage weapons swelling a knot into your throat too hard to swallow down. You understood that power too well.

Stood before you were Miles, Prager, and Lyle holding the chief and Tsahik hostage. The Colonel lifted up a portrait of Jake and demanded them to tell where to find him.

“These are sea people. Forest people don’t come here,” Spider earnestly explained.

Then the Tsahik regarded you desperately, “[Please, stop this madness! You need to leave!]”

“They don’t know anything!” Spider shouted.

Your heart was torn, unsettling your whole body while begging the villagers to help find your friend. But several of the Metkayina around you kept talking and yelling which made the Recoms and human soldiers angry and begin yelling themselves. Trying to keep up with the scrambled threads of conversations, you got onto your knees and focused on the Tsahik in desperation.

“[It doesn’t matter what you tell me, just give me a direction! Any direction!]” you spoke fast.

Mentally, your cussed yourself out for asking her to lie, but then quickly recalled that these people didn’t even have a word for lie. Her voice was swift as she told you that she didn’t know where Jake was, but you kept interrupting her in an attempt to get her to understand that she didn’t have to tell the truth – you only needed a random location to suffice. But being scrambled with your try at buying time, you didn’t notice that the Recoms were tired, especially Miles, who got increasingly irritated behind you. Then your blood ran cold when three bold words came from the Colonel.

“Shoot that animal!” he shouted, pointing at an Ilu.

Then a loud blast rang through your ears causing them to sting, whole body curling in from the sudden noise. Then the villagers cried and hollered watching the creature float dead in the water. You swiveled where you crouched and looked to the water, eyes rounding in shock, lungs deepening with hard breaths.

A few feet away, the kid made it clear his disgust. “What the hell are you doing???”

No… no, no, no!

You felt like a failure. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

Your feet were faster than your thoughts as you stood and said very firmly, almost a hiss, “…Miles.”

“They don’t know anything! What you’re doing here is wrong!” Spider screamed. “Please!”

Then Lyle was pushing the end of his rifle into your backside, stinging your flesh as the barrel was still freshly hot.

“Choose your next words carefully,” he warned.

That was when you had enough.

“You’re not pressing the knife where it hurts—” you turn around and face the Corporal, image reflecting off his black shades, this time his gun at your ribs “—and next time you threaten me—” you glare through your brow with a hint of your sharp fangs glinting in the sunlight “—do it to my face.”

Then you took Spider, who you loved and raised, and trudged away from the chaos, Miles not even stopping you. You couldn’t cry, not in front of them. The deep rot in your chest returned and ate away the last lingering bit of hope you tried to salvage in this daily hellhole. Why did you even stay again? Oh, right, the thing around to your neck. You were trapped.

Had he felt nothing? Had those moments of touch and comfort mean anything, or was he just playing along to get a kick out of it. Did he get off knowing that if he wanted to take you, nothing could stop him. How could you resist? You wanted so badly for things to be better, despite the gaping hole manifesting itself in your heart having to watch countless communities destroyed.

Eclipse had fallen hours ago. The dock was quiet and lifeless from the Recoms and crew tucked away in the hull of the ship to catch some sleep. The air was still aside from the critters going about their business zipping through the air or the occasional scampering of something in the woods far off beyond the ship's pier. Despite the deep ache to run towards freedom as you looked at Sylway, who had perched herself for slumber, you hugged your knees from the sting in your eyes, a lone tear crawling down your cheek, tail furling. Ears then flicked to the oncoming sounds of a grunt and shuffling behind you. Part of you wished it was Spider, but you knew those footsteps with the heavy thuds atop the spacious roof of the ship’s bridge, only part of the ship that gave you some semblance of privacy, belonged to someone else.

"You found a good hiding spot," Miles' voice reached through the endless silence that had settled long ago.

Your stomach lurched as you tried to contain your emotions with tears begging to trample forward over the ravine. It was hard to look at him, heart jumping in response to his presence nearing to where you sat. He was so close yet it felt like he was far away where you could not reach him. You yearning to be at his side faded into sorrow. Mourning for what could have been if things were different. Mourning for what could still come to pass if you caved selfishly and said fuck it all.

“I couldn’t find you when we were debriefing. I could’ve used your input...”

You sneered, "Just your box of secrets to exploit whenever you please."

“Don’t make this difficult. We both knew this would have to happen to weed out Sully.”

Enough rage was flowing through your body that you hadn’t realized how quickly you stood up.

“Did you actually care!? Or would you have kept me collared all along like a good pet until you’d find the time to discard me and Spider when you were done with us!?”

Your words struck a chord in Miles causing his tempter to rise and piss out his mouth, like the jarhead he was, not thinking why he let the bitterness flow effortlessly as he spoke.

“You think I care about some kid!? We ain’t even the same species!”

Blood boiled and ran hot through your veins triggering a reflex you didn’t know you could possess. You swung your hand to slap him, but he caught your wrist midair, clasping it hard enough to leave a mark.

"Don't try me, woman!” he spat with venom. "I could have you down cold in a heartbeat!"

Yanking yourself from his vice, you laughed mechanically. It was unnatural and forced as you dwelled in the irony, the burn of your wrist still fresh as you rubbed the pain.

"You're right—" you meet Miles' stare with equal fierceness, tears wiggling along your vision "—you could take me right here, right now, in front of everyone—” your arms spread wide open “—and there'd be nothing I could do about it.”

Then you clutched the device on your neck and jingled it loudly in front the Colonel, pointing out the obvious truth to his statement. You were a dog. Nothing you did since Ardmore strapped this bloody thing on you has been free will. And it tore your guts up knowing you had still fallen for the Marine bastard anyway.

Miles’ eyes widened when it became clear what his words meant, aggravation causing his jaw to tighten when he grasped that he had been stupid and blind. Not once did he have to use the collar for his advantage. Not once. But it was still there waiting and smiling for him to indulge. Shoving a hand in his pocket, he brought out the device to your collar and hit a button.

Everything moved slower as you absorbed the clanking noise hitting the roof below.

Your raging temper rapidly smoothed itself into a calm stream of clarity.

Free.

You were free.

Fingertips with a featherlike touch, careful and unsure, hovered where the bulky collar should have been to then finally press along your exposed skin, breathing shallow and overwhelmed. It felt strange for your mind to process but your heart raced. Then your senses came to with the loud drumming of Miles’ steps. He hunched over and snatched the circular device.

“I don’t want your loyalty bought!” he shook the collar in your face before chunking it over the bridge, landing somewhere forgotten on the dock.

Within, your gut screamed at you to keep your feet still but you were at your breaking point. Lungs felt like they were filling up with something hot, like you’d float away if you didn’t get fresh air despite being outside. Your face displayed fear, yet something else was being calculated behind your look. Miles’ brow drew close as he put together what you might do next, silently pleading for you not to do it.

But you were off and skipping down the human stairways with great thumps as you sprinted to Sylway with only one instinct playing through your every fiber: run.

"Motherfu-" Miles whispered irately to himself while he bounced down and ran to Cupcake, taking off into the night sky after you.

Your heart raced, exhilarated by being in the air. It felt wrong to run, almost like a betrayal, but you wanted to flee for so long that you didn’t recognize yourself in this moment as running.

Miles then appeared beside Sylway, causing her to screech, Cupcake batting her wings harshly to keep up with your Ikran’s crazed flying as you desperately searched for anywhere to be safe.

"LEAVE ME ALONE!!!" you yelled across the loud thunder of wind passing your body.

But the Recom held firm, not knowing if he had lost his goddamn mind or kept up because he didn’t want you to hurt yourself as you flew like crazy over the giant waves roaring below.

You got excited when you noticed a giant fracture that split up the side of a mountain, banking hard to enter the fissure. Sylway passed under the thick vines that hug down the rocky opening, the walls of the tunnel humming as you made your way deeper into the cavernous heart.

Inside, bioluminescent spores and other huge fungi covered the long columns of the stones jutting up to the dark ceiling above. You hid behind one just in time as Miles flapped into the cave moments behind you. While the disturbed air stilled, glowing speckles from the plants floated down to cover you and Sylway.

Then a voice rang out to you in the darkness.

“(Y/N)!” Miles hollered.

“Please, I know today was—” he inhaled deeply “—not a clean search like the rest…it was fucked up.”

He felt awful for not being able to fit the right words together.

“I—” he halted again, cussing himself out.

How could he say sorry? He justified his actions because it was in his entire DNA, the only reason he’s alive, to hunt down Jake Sully. But was it worth it if it meant losing you? Something tugged low in his chest as he thought about how he was possibly talking to no one in these caves, that you had lost him – that he was alone.

With nothing left to lose, he exhaled just above a whisper, “Please come back to the ship.”

Please come back to me.

Your face twisted with sadness as you listened to his tired plea. Defeated and lost, you revealed yourself by Sylway’s flapping and readying for flight, the lustrous dust kicking off her wings.

When in the air and outside the mountain, your heart slowly began pulsing normally, so you landed on a beach and hopped from your Ikran, Miles not too far behind leaving his own mount. Your legs plodded through the sand without a destination in mind still feeling the need to get away.

"Now where're you going??"

"I don’t know!” you fling your arms in the air “—just away! Away from you! Away from everything!”

"I know you can't run away from the kid! He needs you!"

"Oh, and like you can't take care of him yourself!? You need mommy's help?"

"Quit acting stupid!"

Miles grabbed your elbow and roughly shoved you around, to which you pushed him away.

"LEAVE ME!" you screamed harshly to then whimpered, tears flooding your vision and dampening your cheeks. "What you’re doing—what you did to those people was wrong!”

"I DID IT TO PROTECT YOU!"

You were taken aback as he snapped, but he wasn’t angry, he was confessing.

“Jake Sully is my mission, but they put a fucking noose around your neck and a chip in the kid’s mask! I had—I can’t just do nothing!”

“But Ardmore doesn’t give a crap about you or the others! You’re just fodder to her!”

“Fucking Christ—” Miles turned and rubbed a hand over his face. He wanted Jake defeated. That was his whole purpose. He tried to alter his decisions subtlety when the General couldn’t see, but this war coming to a head was inevitable. Taking a deep breath, he returned to facing you.

"You can run away. I know you fucking hate me. But please come back, at least for the kid."

Your palms covered your nose and mouth, eyes wrinkling shut hard in an attempt to stop the flow of tears. Could he not see that he was being fooled? The RDA didn’t give a damn about anyone or anything.

This was too much. You faced your back to the Marine and gazed heavenward.

Why did Eywa put you here?

Then quietly on a shaky breath, you said, "I would've followed you into the fire if it meant keeping Spider safe... if it meant keeping you safe."

Miles perked at your hesitant voice, edging him to step closer.

"My loyalty… it was never bought—” you could feel his breath on your neck “—not for you.”

A pressure weighed against the back of your head when Miles’ crown gently leaned into your hair. No words needed exchanging.

You inched your body around until you were face to face with the Colonel.

Then you connected lips.

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