#i know you don't mean it anonnie but

[angeltism]

It is less staying up late to talk to you, My lady, and more waking up earlier than I intend to. Do not blame yourself for my poor self control though; It's simply a side effect of my utterly horrendous time management. I didn't even finish my school work until 2am the other day, oh the perks of online courses.

It is highly adorable that you are curious of my interests though, since not many are. I can tell you though, I'm certainly not going insane over round 6 alien stage as we speak and rewatching it. certainly not.

Ah, understandable !! Goodness, I definitely relate to the time management problems, I have an online course and I'm horrendously behind on it.. I mean, nyat quite "behind" but.. I don't do any of the work we don't strictly have to turn in, and barely any work at all that isn't like. End of unit projects. So like 80% of the work is nyat done ermm... Anyways! ^_^

But ehehe, as I said, of course I'm curious to know about my knight ! What foods you like, what media you're into, the music you like and so so much more, fufufu ♪ Although I've been trying nyat to rush with asking for those things, especially since after enough info things may start to give you away..? If nothing else, to my mewtuals, who always seem to piece together who my anons are before I do.. And I don't want to force you to reveal yourself any sooner than you feel comfortable, of course.

And AAAAAA. digging my nails into my palms round 6. round 6. round 6... vivinos me wheni get you. guhh. I keep relistening to Cure fjdjdjdj it's so. it's. it's so. so. screaming into a pillow and so on and so forth etc etc

#➳ the fool's mail box #➳ sender; ivette #late reply cuz of hiking ehehe #also. if it doesn't give uu away or anything idk. shrugs. out of curiosity. are we mewtuals ? orrrr. how do uu know me #that sounds really blunt and forward of me wow ERM i don't mean it in an interrogation-y way I'm just. curious :0 #cuz i mean.. crush anonnies exist outside of the void of my inbox. so. I tend to get curiousies if it's somebun I know already or have #spoken to already.. hmm #but y'know. as i said. no pressure to answer fufufu. just if you wish to indulge my curiosity ^_^

[cosmic-kaden]

Confession: your actually very cute.

anonymously confess something to you.

#YA'LL KNOW I DON'T KNOW HOW TO TAG JUST A COMPLIMENT LIKE THIS!? R U TRYING TO KILL ME!? /LH #I mean.. thank you??? I guess???? I'M SORRY I SUCK AT THIS! #anonnies;

[teyamsatan]

we need jealous neteyam

say less bestie.

synopsis: When Neteyam sees you talking to a touchy Metkayina man, he feels the need to remind you and the rest of the world who you belong to.

wc: 3k words

warnings: filthy smut (p in v penetration, fingering, oral - f receiving, squirting, edging, creampie, slight praise kink), slightly mean!neteyam, jealous!neteyam, softdom!neteyam, 18+ minors DNI

na'vi words used: Atan - light (also known as my favourite nickname ever - see illicit affairs for more), tewng - loincloth

a/n: thank you anonnie for the request bc fr i've needed jealous!Neteyam in my life and this came at the perfect time. this HAD to be done as part as the cardigan series. i don't make the rules, i just abide by them, but you don't have to have read it to understand any of it, this is just a nod for my OG besties x

Neteyam had impeccable control over his emotions. Everyone thought so. Everyone said so. The best of both Neytiri and Jake, he was a picture-perfect warrior through and through. Calm and collected in the face of danger, able to stop and analyse every move 3 steps in advance, able to gain perspective in every situation, able to think impartially, able to maintain perspective even in the harshest of circumstances. 

That was normally. That was normally, but now, as he was watching you smile at the Metkayina Olo’eyktan’s right hand, as he was watching his hand brush the soft lapis skin only he should ever know the feel of, Neteyam felt like a bull in a ring, and the man was tauntingly dangling a red cloth in front of his face. 

Neteyam assumed the whole damn clan understood you were his… you came to the reef people together, didn’t you? You were holding on to him when you first met the chieftain and the Tsa’hik. He thought it was pretty fucking obvious. But maybe it wasn’t. Maybe he needed to work harder to make sure people knew who you belonged to, who owned your heart, your soul. Your body. 

His mind was empty as he stalked towards the pair of you, a mission on his mind and a frown on his face. His mouth was tight and his eyes hard as he grabbed you sternly by your arm, and you jumped slightly at the contact, but immediately relaxed as your gaze settled on his beautiful navy body only to again stiffen as you took in his demeanour. He was pissed at you. Neteyam didn’t get pissed often. In fact, you think the last time was almost a year ago, back in your clearing in the forest. Not only was he pissed, there was a darkness about him, so atypical, so different.. so fucking hot. 

You smirked, and you feel butterflies burrowing through your stomach and escaping through the rest of your body, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He was jealous. Neteyam was jealous. You haven’t seen Neteyam jealous since he thought you fucked his brother, in a time that felt like a different life ago, and heat was quickly spreading in your womb at the memory of that kiss, your first kiss, so intense, so passionate, so raw. The grip he had on your arm was so tight it was restricting blood flow to your fingers, which prickled painfully, slowly going numb. 

Oh, this is going to be fun…

“Atan, who is your new friend? I don’t think we’ve met.” His low voice was serious, deadly, not an ounce of his normal, good-natured tone. 

“This is Azao Te Soaspxaì Kuvay'itan. He is chief Tonowari’s right hand man. A mighty warrior.” Strike one. You knew you were pushing your luck, but you couldn’t find it in you to care. In fact, you knew pushing your luck now meant getting fucked dumb later, and that was enough motivation for you to egg him on. 

“I feel like you two should talk. You might have a lot more in common than you think.” You couldn’t help the slight amused tone in your voice, couldn’t help the small squeal you had to conceal as a cough as Neteyam’s hand was leaving painful purple marks on your now numb arm. His eyes were boring holes in the side of your face, and you also couldn't help yourself from turning around and raising an eyebrow at him. Strike two. A low rumble emanates from deep in his throat, and both your and Azao’s eyes snap to your mate, who is holding it together with barely concealed wrath. 

“That… sounds great." Azao's tone was uncertain as he spoke. "Your dad mentioned you were one of the youngest Omatikaya to pass your Iknimaya and Uniltaron. That’s very impressive. We can definitely talk more, once I am done with your beautiful sister here.” 

Strike three. 

“Ah, Azao. Neteyam is not my brother. He’s my mate.” You moved subtly, so as to put your body in between the poor man and Neteyam’s, and you felt his chest heaving with each deep breath as it stood flush against your back. Azao’s rude awakening would have been hilarious to witness if it wasn’t for the fact you were genuinely worried for his life. You couldn’t blame him for his mistake. You always referred to the rest of the Sully kids as your siblings, and aside from your obvious human features, that you shared with Lo’ak, Kiri and Jake, you and Neteyam had a distinct resemblance to each other, such as your deeply-contrasted stripes covering your face and your whole body, so much more pronounced than most other Na’vi’s, even your siblings'. 

“I -, I- I thought you said the Toruk Makto is your dad.” You pushed a lock of hair that fell in front of your eyes and scratched the top of your head, laughing awkwardly. 

“Yeah. It’s… complicated.” 

“Azao.” Shit. Neteyam’s tone was a blaring warning sign, and you dug your feet more firmly on the ground, using your body as a shield. His hand travelled down onto your own, that he grabbed forcefully. His other hand went to the nape of your neck, that he caressed with barely-there touches, and you shuddered under him. You needed him. Now. 

“If you will excuse us, my mate and I have to talk.” He didn’t wait for the Metkayina man to answer before he ushered you away, and you turned as best as you could, waving your new friend goodbye. 

Neteyam didn’t stop until you reached a portion of the island that was uninhibited and covered in trees and shrubbery, and soft green moss. You didn’t manage to get a single word out before Neteyam’s long, beautiful fingers wrap around your throat and squeeze, knocking the air out of you. Without warning, his lips crash into yours feistily, and his tongue pushes past your lips, hungrily exploring your mouth, and you moan into him, desperate for him to do the same to your needy, sopping cunt. He pushes your head back by the throat, and gives you a warning look, one that should deter you, but instead makes you pant with untamed desire. 

“You like playing with fire, don’t you, Atan?” he squeezes again, until you whimper and the world starts to slowly fade around you, and the whimpers turn into pathetic moans as he releases his grip and the rush of oxygen makes more slick pool in your now already-damp loincloth. 

“I’m your brother now, am I? Is that what people think, is this what this tribe thinks?” 

“Neteyam, who cares what they think?” 

“I obviously haven’t done a good enough job in making sure people understand who you belong to.” his hand takes hold of your jaw, bringing it up to look in his eyes. “Who this face belongs to.” His other hand moves down to trail over your body, from your neck to your collarbones, to the swell of your breasts, to the curve of your waist until it reaches your tewng, that he skilfully unwraps and lets fall to the floor, and you whimper slightly as the breeze hits your now uncovered core. His slips his hand in between your thighs, tracing your folds, thumb circling your clit lazily, and you jerk slightly, but he holds you in place with a firm grip on your hips. “Who this pussy belongs to.” 

He tilts his head slightly and licks his lips, still eyeing you like how a predator eyes his next meal. “Let’s look at all the offences, shall we? First…” he says as he pushes your thighs apart and inserts a slender digit into your drenched core. You gasp at the sudden stretch and try to push your head back, which he prevents with his unrelenting grip on your face. He tsks with a languid shake of his head. “No, Atan. You will look at me.” he starts a slow pace of his finger, continuing to pump in and out of you while his thumb motions draw more insistent, and the pressure in your core builds, enough to make you pant, not enough to feel release, aching for more, more stimulation, more of him in you.

“First, you knowingly let another man flirt with you, and you call him a mighty warrior in front of me, knowing full well what it would do to me.” 

“Second…” he inserts a second finger, scissoring you open, and the mewl you release does nothing to deter him, nothing to stop him. “You raise your eyebrow at me. You know what happens when you raise your pretty little eyebrows at me, Atan.” 

“Neteyam, ple- ah! Please!” 

“No, baby, you don’t get to ask for favours now. I’m not even done yet.” 

“Third,” his last digit sinks into you to the knuckle and his three long, slender fingers stretch you out like a fucking dream, filling you in the way you craved and needed, moving at the pace he knew would get you to fall apart around him. “You allowed him to think that we’re brother and sister. You let him think he had a shot at fucking you. You let him touch your skin, run his fingers down your arm.”

Your breaths were shaky and shallow as you shook your head, as you tried to obey him, tried to focus on keeping your gaze on his, on keeping yourself together, but you couldn’t, not when it felt so good, not when the pressure in your abdomen was so tight it was about to explode all around you and all around him. And he didn’t want you to keep it together. He wanted you to suffer, and suffer you did when he pulled out of you as you were on the edge of coming on his fingers. 

“Argh - fuck!” You felt frustrated, and tears started to prick at your eyes, the emptiness you felt in your womb taking a toll on you. He knew your body better than you did. He’s had so long to learn it, so long to study it, and much like the any other challenge Neteyam tackled, he aced, he became the leading expert in what buttons to push to get you to come, and what buttons to push to drive you to the edge of insanity. 

“Does it feel good? You wanted this, right? Wanted to piss me off? Well, Atan…” he removes his hand from your jaw and moves it to your chest, which he pushes softly until you take the hint and move backwards, and he helps you onto the ground, caressing your body as he does, a gentle reminder that he loves you, that he would never purposefully hurt you, that he knows that there is a fine line between pleasure and pain and that, while he’s walking it, you would give into him like you always did, because in the end, he always made it worth your while. 

“Consider me pissed off.” 

His hands move from your ankles upwards, massaging your thighs with each stroke, with each inch traversed, and you almost relax under his touch, the feeling soothing and reassuring, like the calm before a storm. You allowed yourself the respite of closing your eyes and melting on the ground, with rushes of need overtaking you once more. You let out an inadvertent squeal when his tongue licks your pussy from your entrance to your clit, that he sucks on eagerly, making you entire body convulse under him, making you grind on his face, and he lets you, allowing you to coat his lips, chin and nose in your arousal. He continues to do it until you’re ready to come, then stops, once, twice, three times. You have tears running down your face and small, pathetic sobs escaping your lips. 

“Why’re you crying, baby? Hmm?” You just whine in response, shaking your head spastically. His mouth closes over your hips and abdomen in several spots, leaving marks and hickeys that you knew everyone will be able to see, including his family. “Neteyam… we share a tent with your family, fuck!” 

“Atan, I don’t care. It’s obvious I haven’t made it clear to the people of this clan that you’re mine. Mine. It’s time I rectified that. I won’t apologise for marking you up, everyone should know you’re taken.”

He continued his endless, slow, torturous onslaught throughout your whole body, until you had bruises everywhere, until they were as prominent as the little bioluminescent stars adorning your body, until they were battle scars that you would wear proudly, that you would show off enthusiastically, because fuck, you were his. You have been his since the moment you were both born just a couple months apart and you’ll be his your whole lives. You loved nothing more than being his. 

When he reaches you neck, the sucking turns into soft, peppering kisses, and you melt into his touch, cooing slightly as your hands reach over to stroke his hair and push it back behind his ears, that twitch backwards in response. 

“You’re mean. But I love you anyway.” 

“You were mean first, Atan. And I love you more. Don’t forget that.” You let out a breathy scream as his canines sink into your neck, and you can almost taste the metallic tang of the blood as it makes its way out of your body, as it coats your mate’s tongue when he laps at it like a starved man. 

“You’re mine.” He kisses you, roughly and you moan into his mouth as the mixture of your slick and blood on his tongue, in your mouth, makes you dizzy, tightens the coil in your womb once more. 

“I’m yours. All yours.” 

“Every curve, every moan, and every quiver belong to me, and only me.”

He makes quick work of his loincloth that he tosses carelessly by your side, and you can’t help the breathless moans that escape you once his tip prods at your soaked entrance, your cunt throbbing in anticipation, praying that this time, he’ll let you finish. Once. At least once. You push into him impatiently, making his length slip into you more and he growls lowly at your mishap. 

“Move another inch and you won’t be coming tonight.” 

Incoherent whimpers are all you are able to contribute in response, and he starts slowly sinking into your needy cunt, the stretch almost unbearable, but oh, so necessary. You can feel his tip grazing your cervix as he bottoms out and his breath hitches in his throat, a frown on his beautiful face as the pleasure takes over him. It takes a while, but eventually his eyes open and you are overwhelmed at their beauty, at the glimmers of light and forest green in the expressive, golden orbs, the one you knew by heart, the one that you dreamt of at night, that were the lights that guided your life, just like you were the light that guided his. 

“You drive me crazy, Atan. I can already feel you squeezing me. You always take me so well, don’t you, baby? This pretty pussy was made for my cock. Mine.” 

You nod enthusiastically, hoping that by doing so he’ll forgive you and fuck you until you passed out, the way he always did back in the forest. You missed falling asleep with him still deep in you, his cum dripping down your ass, hidden from view in your favourite cave or your clearing, where no one else could find you, where it was just you and him, forever and for always. 

“Do you want it, baby? Want me to give it to you?” 

“Yes! Yes please, oh my God, please!” 

He smirks and tilts his head, a glint of amusement in his eyes. 

“Yeah?” 

You whimper, frustration taking over you once more. His smirk widens into a full devilish smile and he pulls out slowly, only to ram back into you so hard you get knocked back from the sheer force. 

“Beg.” 

“Please, Neteyam. Fucking hell, please, I’m begging you, move! I need you to fuck me, I need your cock so badly, please!” 

You felt his groan deep in your soul, electricity running down your spine, pooling in your abdomen, sending sparks everywhere in your body and when he started a rough pace, slamming into you ruthlessly while his balls continued to slap against your folds, while his pelvis put pressure on your clit, it didn’t take long for the pleasure to become overwhelming, didn’t take long for all the orgasms you were denied to catch up with you. He didn’t stop once you came all over his cock, but maintained the same pace until you were shaking and feeling the desire build up yet again, even stronger than the first time.

“Remember whose dick you’re about to squirt on the next time you think of pulling this shit. Let go, Atan. Come for me.” 

Another testament to how well he knew you, his words immediately drove you to your release, gushes of liquid spilling out of you as you squirted on him, dripping down his balls and your ass and making a mess out of the ground beneath you. 

“Let’s see Azao get near you again when you spend the next week with my cum dripping down your thighs. With my smell all over your perfect body.”

And with that, he comes in you, thick ropes of cum painting your walls, that he fucks back into you, using his cock like a plug to make certain you’re marked, certain it’s not going anywhere for the time being. 

Neteyam had impeccable control over his emotions. But just like with everything else in his life, you would always be the exception to his every rule, the one that had absolute power over him, the one that owned his heart, body and soul. The only one. 

“So… do you like getting fucked by your brother, Atan?” 

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[whatsk-poppinhomies]

Pairing : dad!Lee Minho x F!Reader TW : childbirth ; slighty suggestive humor once ; it's just fluffy ; it's cute ; Word Count : 1.9k Request : Anonny : okay but i really like that minho pregnancy angst…. do you plan on making part 2 like the after reunited life, her parents’ response or anything? like the post natal life, the moment he held his daughter for the very first time hihi is it too much to ask??? A/N : I absolutely DO plan on making a part two and here it is!! Woohoo!!! Thank you for requesting! It's definitely not too much to ask! Also! I got so choked up writing this, it made me so happy and at the same time so sad that I don't have a man like the fictional Minho in this story!!!

“I’ll be right back, love. I’m just gonna call the guys and let them know she’s here so they won’t make my phone go off all night.” He whispered as softly as possible, not wanting to wake his daughter that he had just laid in the little cot beside your hospital bed. You hummed tiredly in response, already nestling into the pillow that definitely wasn’t as soft as the ones you had at home, but right now, after 12 hours of active labor and a slightly wonky epidural, the entire hospital bed was like laying on a cloud.

 Minho couldn’t be prouder though, seeing you go through all of that, he commended every woman who had ever been in labor, and after checking the time and seeing how early in the morning it was, he made a mental reminder to call his mother and thank her for having him. 

Stepping outside of the room, he leaned against the wall and took a deep breath, his throat still slightly sore from crying when he had first laid eyes on his daughter, tears of happiness streaming down his face, unable to pull his eyes away from her as the doctors carried her over to the little table to clean her up. He was grateful that he had been given a second chance, that he got to hold your hand through the entire process, that he was able to be in the room when his daughter was brought into the world, and he swore that he wouldn’t mess up and he sure as hell would never leave again. 

“Minho…” His name had him finally looking around the hall, meeting eyes with your father and your mother who sat in the waiting chairs beside your door. He hadn’t seen your father since the day he had pushed the door shut against him, and while he had been meaning to meet up with your parents to apologize for the way he had been, he had just never gotten around to it. “How is our daughter and our granddaughter? Are they resting?” 

Minho quickly bowed his head to your parents, acknowledging them with a quiet “Sir…” and “Ma’am”, the awkwardness felt between the two hung in the air like a thick cloud that could be felt by everyone in the vicinity. “They’re both doing great… Y/N is getting some rest right now, yes, and the baby is sleeping.” He kept his head lowered, slightly fearful of looking your dad in the eyes. “I’d like to apologize… For the way that I behaved… For hurting Y/N. I love her so much… And our daughter will take top priority over everything else.” 

He finally raised his head, and when he did, he saw your father staring at him, it almost felt like he was being judged, but your mother shook her head, standing from her chair to embrace Minho in a quick hug. “Now, don’t you pay attention to him right now. He’s just grumpy because it’s past his bedtime.” She teased, and it was strange how your mothers presence and her words, much like your own, could so easily calm him down and make him feel relaxed. “I’m happy that Y/N has you, and that our granddaughter has you as her father. I know that you’ll take great care of them both. Welcome to the family.” 

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“Are you just gonna carry her around all the time?” You asked lightly as you watched Minho walk by, your daughter seemed to be in a perpetual state of being carried by him in the little sling that was across his chest. “It’s been three weeks and the only time you put her down is when you use the bathroom or when you go to bed. You’re gonna spoil her.” You warned, but you also wanted to hold your daughter as well. Hell, you even had to practically race to the nursery to be the one to get her in the middle of the night since that was the only time you actually got to hold her since being in the hospital. 

“And? Our princess deserves to be spoiled, doesn’t she?” He flashed you your favorite smile before pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Plus I go back to work next week, let me just love her a bit longer. I won’t be able to see her as much.” He was right, and you knew that he was dreading when this week was up, that’s why he stayed up so late, as if the longer he was awake it would keep the coming days at bay. 

You couldn’t blame him though, you’d do the same thing. Neither of you could fully wrap your head around how fast time had gone, you couldn’t believe that it had already been three weeks since you had given birth to her. You could see it in his eyes, with each passing day he’d get sadder and sadder, and you felt the same way. The house wouldn’t be the same without him in it, and you actually grew used to the sight of him walking around the house, doing his daily activities with your daughter strapped to his chest. 

“Well it’s almost her feeding time, can you at least let me hold her for fifteen minutes or so?” You posed, sitting up a little more on the couch and grabbing the little burp cloth off the side to drape over your shoulder as you got ready to have her in your arms. 

“Just whip your boob out and come over here. Or I’ll bring her to your boob.” He said with a snort, and you rolled your eyes as your head fell back against the couch. “Don’t be so shy, love. I was suckin’ on ‘em before she came.” He teased, and maybe it was the fact that you were now a mom that had you growing extremely embarrassed at the mention of your sex life, but you quickly shushed him as your hands moved to cover your face which only had him laughing even more. “I’m like 99.9% sure she doesn’t know what I’m talking about. But, I’ll cover her ears if it makes you feel better.” 

“Oh my gosh, shut up, Minho.” You groaned, but you couldn’t hide the fact that you were laughing as well, and the more you thought about how it would be after the week was up, the more you started to miss him already, and he hadn’t even gone back to work yet. 

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Pink balloons were tied to every single chair that was set up in the backyard. The buffet table was lined with snacks and drinks for everyone that was there, although you didn’t really anticipate so many people to show up. The grill was fired up already and Bangchan and Felix had begun making the main course for the party while everyone else kind of took turns helping you decorate and ogling at your daughter. 

“Have you seen Minho?” You asked Jisung as he stepped out of the house, multiple beer cans held in both his hands and under his arms as he walked over to you. Your eyes had scanned over everyone that had filled your backyard multiple times and none of those times had your eyes landed on your husband in the crowd. 

“When I came outside he was sitting on the couch. I think he was crying a bit…” Jisung said, his lips drawing together in a thin line after he had answered. This wasn’t the first time he had done it, and according to the guys, the entire week leading up to today he’d disappear during work and one of them would usually find him hiding somewhere and crying by himself. 

“Right… Can you and the boys help finish setting everything up. I’m almost done… I just don’t want to leave him by himself.” Jisung nodded and you quickly scooped your daughter up, holding her on your hip as you walked into the house, and there he was. His head was lowered and you could hear the sniffles coming from where he sat. As you moved closer you could see the photo album of your daughter's first year sitting on his lap, his hands shakily flipping through the pages one by one. “Honey…” You murmured, and his head slowly raised to look at you, his eyes puffy and slightly red when they met yours. 

“Sorry…” He muttered, and you shook your head at his apology, coming closer to sit on the couch beside him, your daughter propped on your lap. His finger slipped into her hand, her own tiny fingers wrapping around it as she waved his hand around, babbling loudly as she looked up at him. “When did she get so big?” He questioned with a small gasp, his head tilted as he watched her with a bittersweet smile. 

You sighed softly, the sudden urge to cry taking hold of you as you looked at him. “She’s not that big yet… She’s still our baby…” You mused, trying your best to not only make him feel better, but to keep yourself from crying along with him. You glanced over at the book on his lap, scanning over the pictures on the page. “Oh, I remember that…” 

His eyes followed yours and he chuckled, although it sounded more sad than usual. “Our tour in Australia and… I refused to be away from you two for a whole month… So me and the guys at the last minute begged the managers to let you both go.” Most of the pictures were of the other members holding her and in most of them she looked like she was on the verge of crying. “She was only 6 months old… It’s only been 6 months since then…” His fingers brushed over the picture of himself holding her, his smile so wide as he sat on the beach with her, his tears freely falling down his cheeks as the memory played over in his mind. 

“And we have so many more months, so many years to keep making more memories with her…” You whispered, using one of your free hands to wipe the tears from his cheeks. “Like today… She only gets a first birthday once, honey. I’m sure that when she looks back at her photos, she’ll want you to be in the pictures too.” 

He took a deep shaky breath, nodding his head before running his hands over his face. “Right… You’re right…” He slowly closed the book, placing it on the coffee table before grabbing your daughter off your lap and lifting her high in the air before bringing her back down and hugging her tight against his chest, eliciting a loud squeal mixed with laughter from her. “My princess is ready to party and so am I, let’s go!” 

His hand held onto hers as he playfully danced his way out to the backyard, the cheers from everyone at his and your daughters appearance were loud enough to be heard in the living room where you still sat, your eyes glued to the back of your husband as he practically skipped down the stairs, innocently dodging everyone who came towards him with their arms outstretched to take the baby. 

Minho was the perfect man, the perfect husband, the perfect father. There was no one else in the world that you could imagine loving you or your daughter the way he did, there was no one else in the entire universe who was everything a man should be, everything anyone would want their man to be… Minho was the most amazing, loving, devoted husband and father, and you were beyond grateful that he had come back into your life, that you had gotten a second chance with him, and more than anything, that your daughter was able to live a life with him as her father.

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[myseungsunglove]

Hiiii I have a favor to ask! I'm on a bit of a drought of finding stuff to read. I've read all of your fics and I absolutely loved them btw! So do you have any recommendations it could be fluff, angst, smut, and comfort! You could recommend regular fics of blogs of people with good fics! I read about all of Stray Kids!! You totally don't have to! Its 110% okay if you don't! Thank you anyways!

-👀 anonnie

Okay, so I did a thing. I spent some time going through my blog and labeling everything I've personally reblogged. If you search the tags "Mia Recommends" & "Mia's Favorites" you'll find a host of fics.

I mostly only read Han, Seungmin, Chan, and Lee Know so that will mostly be my recs.

I also hedge into some Poly Ot8! & other pairings with a reader, and I understand that isn't for everyone. So if it isn't for you, just skip over those.

I will also just straight up give you a list of my absolute favorites. Like changed the way I look at writing, favorites. *smiles* This took me about an hour and a half, so I hope you find something from it!

There are 12 personal recommendations below the cut.

Mia's Favorite Fics

Ditto by @hwajin - Seungmin x Reader, smut, agnst - This one utterly broke my heart. I don't often read angst, but this one just stuck with me even though it hurt my feelings so bad.

No Words by @jl-micasea-fics - Seungmin x Reader, smut, established fwb, fwb to lovers au This one is just beautiful and raw. Mica is probably one of my favorite authors on this platform. So much talent. You'll see a few of their fics here.

Rain by @jl-micasea-fics - Seungmin x Reader, angst, smut - Mica is kind of the queen of angst and hurting your feelings. Just understand that going into this one.

2min x Reader Fic by @rachalixie - Seungmin x Reader x Lee Know, fluff - One of my favorite friendships is 2min, so the idea of being absolutely adored and loved by both of them just melts my heart. I understand a poly fic may not be for everyone so please skip it if its not for you.

In My Dreams by @astraystayyh - Seungmin x Reader, enemies to loves, angst wrapped in fluff - Sahar is another writer that I love almost everything I read by them. This one is really relatable and just wonderful.

Connected by @sky-yuna - Poly ot8! Series - lots and lots of smut, angst, fluff you name it, this series has it. I absolutely adore this series and it's probably one of my favorite ones out there. Each relationship with the boys is so special, and they do a good job of spreading the love, literally and figuratively, between all of the boys and the reader in this series. I understand a poly fic may not be for everyone so please skip it if its not for you.

Back Burner by @astraystayyh - Han x Reader - angst - this one will just hurt your heart and it's so relatable, honestly. I claim to not read a lot of angst, but you can tell by this list that I clearly do. This one will hurt your feelings, I assure you.

ZIP - by @cb97percent -Chan x Reader - smut, fluff, fwb - This one is absolutely beautifully written. I'm a sucker for friends with benefits trope as evident in several of my recs so far. The writing in this one is just, *chefs kiss*

Catfish? - by @seungminheart - Han x Reader - smut, crack, fluff - this one is absolutely fucking hilarious. It's a rockstar! Han fic and it's just, you'll love it. This author recently stole my heart with this fic and a Seungmin one. They are so so so talented. They have a Lee Know one they just put out today that I can't wait to read! They have other pairings as well and I would recommend any and everything they write.

Go ahead and cry - by @hyunsvngs - Seungmin x Reader, smut - this one is part of a series called "Hot Bitch Summer" and the way I was absolutely so weak for this part in particular. It's just all smut all the time in this series. It's only "Poly-esque" fic series. You'd have to read it to really understand what I mean by the esque. - I understand a poly fic may not be for everyone so please skip it if its not for you.

August is a Fever - by @seungminheart - Seungmin x Reader, smut, fluff - This may well be one of my favorite reads I've read in the skz fanfiction world. The friendship between Hyunjin and the reader in this one is fucking hilarious. The dynamic with Seungmin, kind of enemies to lovers esque but isn't. You'll just have to read it to understand. The writing is absolutely immaculate. This writer really has something special.

Photobooth - by @astraystayyh - Seungmin x Reader, fluff - this one is just so precious. It's so sweet you'll melt.

As I wrap this up, I realize how much I absolutely love reading Seungmin x Reader fics. They have a special place in my heart. I was kind of surprised there was more of him on this list than Han. They are both my ults, but I feel like Seungmin has been trying to declare himself the top ult recently.

Hope you find something here you can fall in love with. Be sure to check out my mia recommends tag for more stories that I really enjoyed. There were just too many to put all of them here! Please also respect each writer's rules and regulations when it comes to reading their work and interacting with their blog!

#Mia's nonnie wonnies #Mia answers #Mia's asks #shifty eye nonnie #mia recommends #Mia's favorites #stray kids #stray kids x reader #seungmin x reader #kim seungmin x reader #bang chan x reader #han jisung x reader #han jisung #stray kids fluff #stray kids smut

[yuusishi]

Hiya~ I love your works 🥺 May I request a headcannon about Sectoral heterochromia!Reader (The reader have a pink w/ mint green colours eyes OR A yellow w/ purple) i don't mind any genders

'They never show their eyes and always wear a mask (like Gojo's) until one day,after they became *the characters mention* s/o they decided that they're ready to show their eyes'

w/ Vil,Azul,Jade and Rook

Ignore this if you want,If you DO do this then Thank you!!

~Shiro

Vil, Azul, and Jade With a Reader With Sectoral Hererochromia!

pairings: Vil Schoenheit, Azul Ashengrotto, Jade Leech x gn!reader (separate)

genre: fluff

cws/tws: ooc Jade?

a/n: hi anonnie I didn’t include Rook in this (for once) cuz in my rules I said I’ll only do 3 characters per request! Also I’m still not totally familiar with how Jade acts so he might be pretty ooc

¡ Vil Schoenheit !

He was amazed when he first saw your eyes, one being one-toned then the other two-toned, he’s rarely seen anything like this on social media much less in real life.

Was definitely happy that you trusted him enough with something that you usually cover up from other people!

Whenever you two are alone in either Ramshackle or in his room in the Pomefiore dorm he always faces you in bed just to admire you, whether or not you’re awake.

He loves you a lot and thanks the Seven for letting him meet someone as unique as you.

If someone suddenly bursts in the room (usually one of the Adeuce duo or Grim if you’re in Ramshackle) either one of you rush for the blindfold to cover your eyes again if you don’t want to show others yet.

This doesn’t happen at all if you’re in his room in Pomefiore though because everyone knows how to knock there <3 that’s why he prefers for you two to spend time in Pomefiore.

¡ Azul Ashengrotto !

Azul’s deathly aware and experienced in things such as insecurities, he was over the moon when you let him see your eyes for the first time because that means you trust him a lot and that makes him happy!!

The tweels tease him sometimes for being the only one in your little friend group without a form of heterochromia to which he just scoffs at.

If you two are just sitting in his office or in one of each other’s beds I feel like he’s the type to just suddenly pinch your cheeks impulsively

“What was that for, Azul” you whined while you rubbed your cheek ‘You just look too cute for your own good’ was what he wanted to say but what came out was “I just wanted to” as he buried his face on your shoulder, but you got his message either way.

I WENT OFF TRACK WAIT

If you two are in the same class he likes to just sit and stare at you lovingly but as discreetly as possible if the teacher gives some free time, not just admiring your dual colored eyes but the entirety of you in general.

Does the same thing as Vil where he rushes to cover your eyes if someone suddenly comes in, but in a less panicky way to not cause the other person to ask any questions, especially if it’s a person that you’re not comfortable seeing your eyes yet.

¡ Jade Leech !

Jade knows when it’s time to joke around (though a lot of his jokes end up sounding like threats) and when to be serious, and of course trusting him enough with something like this is something he’ll take seriously.

He thinks your eyes look like the painted pebbles that somehow survived to sink to the depths where he and Floyd live, they look beautiful.

Heterochromia couple!!

Respects the fact you’d rather hide your eyes from others, though he doesn’t understand why since he thinks it’s the prettiest thing he’s ever seen but even if he doesn’t get why he won’t pry for an answer.

Even if you both have heterochromia he thinks yours is so much more beautiful because it looks like one of your irises is painted which makes you so much better!

I feel like he’d keep accidentally covering your eyes with his hand instead of your blindfold if someone suddenly walks in the room without knocking, it takes him a while to go for the piece of cloth first before his hand.

Whenever he goes out shopping by himself he’d sometimes buy you one or two blindfolds that have designs on it unlike your plain black one to just change things up a bit, but of course no design that would make you look like a fool, he doesn’t aim to humiliate you.

If someone keeps overstepping your boundaries and constantly asking to see what’s under your blindfold Jade’s there in an instant to stop that person, by force if needed <3

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #disney twisted wonderland #vil schoenheit x reader #vil x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul x reader #jade leech x reader #jade x reader #twst fluff

[urauntiefaye]

are your requests still open?

If still, may I request something😩 ||

Scenario : i am the lady's in waiting of Jo's mother who is the queen (jo is the crown prince). jo secretly loves me and has wanted to 'make me his' for a long time. One day I asked the queen for permission to marry a man of my parents' choice (even though I don't love the man my parents chose, because he is 20 years different from me ewww🤢). that means I have to withdraw from the palace to get married. when jo found out about this, jo got angry and jealousy and I ended up making love in his room and he claimed me as his, planting his seed in me so that I don't marry the man my parents chose and he wants me to be his wife bcuz i have his 'kid'🥺

You Will Be Mine (Jo Asakura Royalty Au🔞👑)

Word Count: 970

CW: Smut, breeding, exhibition(Kind of?), y/n is AFAB(I assumed since you wrote lady in waiting, if not please let me know and I will fix it!), Penetration(P in V)

A/N: ROYAL AU ROYAL AU ROYAL AU!!!!!! Anonnie you have no idea what you just fed me. Now, this was a little difficult for me, like my wording seems off to me and I feel like I didn’t do this concept justice enough. I do apologize, however I do hope you like it! Content is below the line!

Your family has always worked closely with the Royal family of the kingdom. It was in your blood to serve the Asakuras, So growing up with the Prince wasn’t unusual. When you were both young you would often find yourselves playing together. Running around in the open fields, playing hide and seek and in the castle, even sneaking off into the woods to find a little lake and a Gazebo. It was yours, the place where Prince Jo went to blow off steam from the responsibilities, a place where you went to cry, both a place where you two comforted each other in times of need.

 It would be safe to say that you two were the best of friends. However play time had to be cut short once the prince turned 13. At the age he was often found in the library with a tutor or in the Kings office to attend and watch silently during important meetings. You both stayed close yet apart, interactions cut short and more professional as he fulfilled his Princely duties and yours as the Queen's lady in waiting. It would be a lie that you didn’t miss him, but you knew that this was how it was supposed to be. Only if you knew that Jo always had his on you, longing and missing you. As you both became adults not only did your duties become more frequent and more serious, but the time for you to be wedded also came. Your parents had arranged a meeting for you to meet a Lord in another kingdom, with you not being too keen on meeting him and dreading it you had run off to the little Gazebo, surprised it was still standing. You spent some time trying to get your thoughts together, you knew it was your responsibility, but you never thought your parents would agree nonetheless even choose to marry you off to some forty year old Lord in another kingdom which was miles upon miles away from your home. 

“Thought I’d find you here” a soft gentle voice was heard from behind you, as you turned around you saw Jo. “Was it that obvious I’d be here? After All these years?”. He came closer to you, sitting down, his knee slightly touching yours. “Kind of?...I heard the news by the way”, you smiled sadly and sighed. “Yeah…guess it can’t be helped though right?”, he hummed as a response, you couldn’t help but notice the disappointment on his face as he looked away from you. Both sitting in silence enjoying each other's presence, “what if there was a way?, a way that will keep you here, with me?”, confused by his sudden words you retort back “what are you talking about Jo?, there’s no way-” you words being cut off as you felt a pair of soft lips pressed against yours. Taken back you didn’t move, trying to process what was happening. Jo rested his hand on your thigh, leaning into you more, kissing you with passion and what seemed to be hunger. You kissed him back, your brain going blank and just following his lead. He pushed you down so you were laying on your back, as he deepened the kiss he pushed your knee signaling to spread your legs more to which you did. His slender hands squeezing your thighs and his lips make their way down your neck making sure to leave little evidence of his touch. A soft moan escaping your lips as you tangled your fingers through his hair, Jo settled himself in between your legs and raised your dress to settle at your hips. His action getting more aggressive and rough, not wasting a single moment he tore your underwear off. The next thing you know you feel the tip of his dick rub slowly from your clit to your aching hole. A groan leaving his lips as you also moan, he brought his lips to yours and kissed you roughly, he eased the tip of his member in slowly, the stretch already making you whine. Sinking down more into you, inch by inch slowly until he finally filled you up. The initial feeling sending shivers of pleasure down his spine, “f-fuck, you feel so good” he said with a shaky breath. It didn’t take him long enough to start thrusting into you at a brutal pace though, his hips rutting against yours as your name fell from his lips like a mantra. You tried to cover your mouth in an attempt of downing out your moans so you won’t get caught, but he stopped you quickly by pinning your hands above your head. “Don’t hide your pretty moans” he groaned as he snapped his hips harshly against your erupting a loud almost screaming moan. “Want everyone to hear who you belong to” his words going straight to your cunt, clenching around his dick hard. This got him more worked up and he flushed chest against yours and started whispering out even more sinful things to you. Such as how he was going to breed you and make sure you will have to marry him since you’ll be the one carrying his heirs. His promises of making you his and filling you up where you have no choice but to end up getting pregnant by him made you not only emotional but it’s what also helped you get pushed over the edge reaching your climax with no warning. Jo, also reaching his end as his cum shot deep inside you, not daring to pull out or stop his thrusts until he knew for sure you would end up pregnant with his children. To say you two went at it till the sunset might be an overstatement, but damn does it sure as hell feel like it. 

#&team imagines #&team hard hours #&team smut #&team jo smut #asakura jo smut #jo asakura smut #auntiefaye🧚🏻‍♀️

[iknowyuu]

hey !! could you write something with sieun having an airhead reader like she is a little bit dumb but she is really kind ! thank you if you do so ^^ i think that would be a fluff with a she/her reader thank you again !!

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kdrama!sieun x reader

// read req!

tags: gender neutral reader, teasing, sieun is kinda mean if you squint, airhead/dumb reader, cursing

note: idk how to feel ab this one sjjssj, hope you enjoy anonnie !!

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tap tap!

"hey sieun,"

he stopped reading the textbook in front of him to take out the earpods he had on, looking in your direction, signaling for you to continue.

"do you have any paper i could borrow?"

"no." he turned back around, going back to resume the work he was doing.

"ya, sieun!" you cocked your head to the side as you stood in front of him, "don't you ever eat lunch?"

the boy stared up at you, his gaze on the verge of a glare. "no." he went back to his work.

"but, how can you work with an empty stomach?"

he took a deep breath in, then out. he ignored you, hoping you'd go away. you stared at him for several more seconds before walking away. finally, he was left alone to finish his work before the break was over.

not for long though, apparently. minutes passed by before you came back. "sieun!! i got you some food! you must be so hungry, studying so hard all day," you placed a roll of gimbap and water bottle onto his desk. "how do you do that, anyway? my brain starts to hurt if i read for too long." you pouted. sieun knew you would not leave him alone if he ignored you, you were too...dense to realize he did not want to talk to you. he exasperatedly placed his pencil onto his desk, unwrapping the food in front of him. you smiled, seeing as you finally got him to do something other than say "no" or sigh.

whether he liked it or not, sieun unknowingly opened the floodgates for you to treat him more than a classmate. you met with him in the hallways, walking with him to class. you somehow managed to beat him to the classroom everyday, and you'd chat his ear off as he tuned you out. he found out that if he kept nodding you'd think he was listening. the thing is though, the more you did the things you did everyday, the more he came to expect it, and as a result, not mind it.

you began to buy him breakfast from the convienience store every morning: yogurt, a triangle gimbap, and a mini vitamin c drink. at first he denied them, but he quickly became accostomed to only having the gimbap, then trying the yogurt, then eventually having everything with you. you'd always turn a desk around to in front of his, making a make-shift table.

lunch was the same, you'd buy lunch and sit with him, talking about whatever popped into your mind. soon enough he started to listen. one could say he even.. liked it.

only a little though- yeah. a little. nothing could get in the way of his studies, he told himself.

that's to say he was more than a little shocked when one day he walked into the class at his usual time and you weren't there. maybe you woke up late? he tried to reason with his growling stomach. when you finally arrived in class with just a minute to spare, you didn't give him a glance.

days went by where you didn't bother speaking to him, and sieun felt very conflicted. he didn't know what to do in this type of situation, literally having no experience. but after lots of thinking, he decided it'd be best to ask you himself instead of wasting time speculating.

he knew your route home was along the way to his, and finally taking the intiative, he watched you as you walked home, following you from a distance. he couldn't place a finger on why it felt weird.

a minute, then two, then eventually five went by before you noticed anything suspisious. you would glance behind you and notice him- at first you assumed he was just on his way home, but after he passed the turn to his place, you were on alert.

sieun didn't even know what his plan was at this point; he at first wanted to talk to you before he passed his apartment, but it was way too late for that now, so he made the desision to pick up his pace and meet you at the point you were at.

as you heard the rapidly approaching footsteps, you whipped around, tired of the nagging that someone was watching you, ready to confront it head on. "what do you want!?" sieun almost jumped at the suddeness of your outburst, watching as tears welled up in your eyes. "i finally fucking understand, you don't have to pity me. clealy i'm too dumb to hang out with you because it took me this long to figure it out." you immediately regretted the words that left your mouth, feeling the embarrassment creeping up your body. he watched as you began walking away, finally making a move to catch up with you and grab your shoulder. "wait," he watched as you tried to shake him off, but was unable to due to the force he used to spin you around. "it's not like that.

i'm.. sorry i made you feel that way. please don't think i don't enjoy your company." he maintained eye contact with your tear stained eyes, "i appreciate it when you buy meals for me..." it took a bit for him to finish, "i don't think you're dumb." he watched the expression on your face, trying to detect any change in response to his words.

however, it wasn't anything as he expected, the tears that were trapped in your eyes escaped and your face scrunched up with sadness. "oh," sieun stood shocked. he thought you'd feel better. he didn't know what to do.

luckily, he didn't need to, as you stepped forward and embraced him. "..thank you.. i really needed to hear that." you mumbled into his collarbone, hiding your face in his jacket. you missed him a lot.

he didn't say anything as he hesitated to wrap his arms around you. just as quickly as you'd hugged him, you let him go, instead opting to hold his hand. your red eyes and tear stained cheeks were the only evidence that you'd been crying, the smile adorning your face proving otherwise. sieun looked down at your hands as you spoke, "let's go out to eat, okay? you must be hungry from all those missed meals," he looked back at you and nodded. your face turned from his as you pulled him along, and he couldn't help but feel relieved. finally, he had you back.

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[eggtartz]

Hello! I found your blog recently and appreciate your writing. I looked to see if requests are open but didn't find anything so if it's closed please ignore this. Can I ask for TR boys (Haitani brothers + Shuji) that they left without say anything and come back years later wanting s/o back but think s/o already have someone else and they see s/o with someone and think it's a boyfriend but it's like, the cousin? And they just get these thoughts of s/o already having someone else and when they ask s/o just clarify? A bit angst with happy ending, please (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

a/n : no worries anonnie my requests are always open! they're closed if i close the requests box and i never close them so request away! thankyou for requesting this and enjoy 🫶🏻

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ran wasn't someone who got attached, he usually forgets people's face but you were an exception. he gave his everything to you and you did the same however everything comes to an end. ran had to leave roppongi to pursue his position as a bonten executive and one of the conditions mikey has set is no relationships whatsoever. he allows hookups but no permanent relationship. ran was heartbroken but he couldn't bare the pain informing that news to you. how could him when you happily hug him every night when he has trouble sleeping, when you cook that delicious chicken soup everytime he gets into a fight, when you patch him although his injuries was severe and you had fear of blood. so ran did what he had to. he left you, without a trace, without any news. nothing. the next morning he was gone, his heart felt heavy however he knew this was the best for you.

some years later, ran has finally achieved some freedom in becoming an executive in bonten that allows him to have relationships. he immediately went back to find you again, he had little of hope because he thought you already have moved out but oh how wrong was he. extremely wrong.

he saw you, his loved one happily laughing with someone else. ran's eyes started to teared up but he blinked away those tears and shove all his thoughts. 'of course they already move on, ran you idiot. they can't be waiting for you anymore'

while you, who caught a glimpse of ran's figure snapped your neck at that direction only to find him gone. you chased him down the street, leaving your cousin in the cafe. 'it can't be him, it can't be'. ran has disappeared for so many years, you failing in finding the reason why. the day he left, you couldn't think straight because you kept blaming yourself for what he did. he left. and he the fact that he didn't said a word about it, made it more heart wrenching.

"ran haitani!" ran's body shivered at your voice, that voice he misses so much that he almost gave up his position in bonten just to be with you again. seeing you again like this in flesh made him weak, but he must have enough courage to face you again. you have found someone else anyways.

"oh y/n? oh i was just wandering around here you know to uh you know?" he stuttered a lot while averting his gaze. you huffed and puffed, trying to keep calm and your emotion at bay but it was getting harder when your boyfriend, ran was right fucking there.

"shut it haitani. what's wrong huh? what happened? you're expecting me to just be okay with you gone missing for years?! explain haitani or help me god i'll choke you right here, right now!" ran understood why you were mad, you had every reason to be upset but a small piece of his heart was selfish.

"what happened y/n? what, you couldn't wait for me?" ran hissed back at you making you stunned. your tongue froze at his venomous tone, you couldn't believe this was once your lovable boyfriend. guess time does change anyone.

"what? what do you mean?"

"that guy! you're dating someone else right? if you have moved on, then go! i don't owe you any explanation!" you shooked your head in disbelief. this dumbass, you thought.

"that isn't my date, that's my fucking cousin you dickhead!" you shouted at his face, his eyes widening. now if he remembers well, he does recount you have a cousin the same age as you.

"uh oh i don't. i don't know what to say" ran rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, he just made a fool of himself.

"oh i don't know ran, maybe a fucking apology i guess?" you glared at him and he smiled. the man smiled because he saw you, you from years ago. that same frown, that same nose scrunch. annoyed you walked away from him

"wait y/n let's go on a date again! like the old days!"

rindou was left with no choice but to leave where he was currently, the gang fightings was getting intense also there were more threats than before. he have discussed with ran and the siblings decided to leave the area, leaving everything, everyone behind. it pained rindou, but it was for the better. you were going to be safe, that'd all that matters to rindou.

rindou and ran has decided that they'll be back when the area is a bit peaceful and they did just that after several months. rindou has dyed his hair, in case anyone would recognize him and become a threat however sources had told him that the area was now 'clean'. so he did the thing he wanted to do first.

find you.

for you, you were coping with rindou's sudden actions that you didn't left to go anywhere but loath in your apartment, the same apartment you have shared with rindou long ago. the only person that kept visiting you to take care of your needs was your cousin. unfortunately, rindou has a different interpretation about this situation and thought he was your boyfriend. rindou's eyes saddened, the bouquet in his hands fell. he now realized that he was too late, too late to see you.

he saw what he thought is you hugging your cousin but it was actually you crying in his chest about how much you think of rindou, not acknowledging he was right there at the doorstep. rindou left with a thud that alerted your cousin so he left to check the sound when he saw rindou walking away.

"you? wait, stop!" hey come back!" your cousin yelled making you curious too but your nose was sniffling, body was tired that you couldn't move.

"what? what is that you want huh?" rindou asked in frustration, hand clenching around nothing as he remembered how tight you hugged this guy. again, he couldn't be mad because it was him who left you. not the other way around.

"you're rindou right? y/n boyfriend? hey why did you disappear huh? what's the matter with you?" your cousin confronted the very man who have hurt you although that wasn't his intention. "why would you care? go back to y/n. you guys go and live a happy life or whatever" rindou shrugged and walked away again.

that angered your cousin, especially with how he actually thought you and him were a thing so your cousin landed his fist in rindou's face. "are you always this dense?! im y/n's cousin idiot!"

"what?"

"yeah, that why people should communicate instead of running away! y/n's suffering here because of you rindou and you're being this selfish?"

rindou's steps were stiff but his damn legs were running and they were running towards one direction. the direction that lead to you.

"y/n!"

"ri-rindou?"

hanma has become a refugee for a some time so he always moved out to several places in a short amount of time but he never leaves you behind. never, as he think he would die without you being at his side. however the police has detected his tracks and when hanma was informed about that, he knew he couldn't drag you into this.

you two were still teenagers, especially you who has a much brighter future than he does. and you going to juvie due to helping a refugee would be a big flaw. therefore, hanma has left without a word, not wanting to involve you in any if dirty business anymore but he swore he'll come back once everything gets sorted out.

and he did came back. only for him to be heartbroken again. see, he has expected this but seeing it happening in real life just added salt to the wound. you were moving in at a new apartment it seems, a male figure helping you move your belongings in your apartment. boyfriend? fiancee? husband? hanma thought.

hanma couldn't look at you anymore so he left without a word, again.

"phew thanks i don't think i can move this boxes by myself!"

"don't mention y/n. if you didn't asked my mom would nag me for sure and make me help you anyway" he said. yeah, aunt was insisted that his son helped you moving in since they lived decently close. the day moved quickly when you have settled n your cozy apartment alone while hanma was crying while being soaked in the tobacco scent.

the next morning as how hanma thought it was pathetic, he dropped your favorite flower at your doorstep with no messages. he himself doesn't know why he did that, he just did. you just woke up hours later, going out to check your mails when you stepped on the poor flowers on your doorstep. from then, every morning your doorstep would have your favourite flower but you knew. he was the only one that knows your favorite flower. hanma shuji.

so after a week you decided to wake up a little bit early and catch hanma on action. surely he stepped at your door, inhaled the flower and left it there. when he was about to leave with his motorcycle you ran and pounced on his back.

"dumbass! idiot! zombie! you suck!" you said while repeatedly hitting his back while hanma struggled to stop your fury without hurting you. "whoa okay you're mad i get it! you're mad!"

"you don't get it hanma, you don't!" your punches were consistent and didn't show any signs to stop that was until you were panting, your fists of fury slowed. "you.. left me.. when you knew! you could have told me that the police were coming! i knew how to handle it!" you said with a shaky voice while sniffing his scent that you have missed so much.

"you.. know?"

"yes shuji. you were in the news"

"stop y/n. stop, your boyfriend is gonna see us"

"boy- you idiot! this! is why! you're! the biggest! idiot on earth!" you then continued your punches in his back, this time adding damage by pulling his hair painful enough. "ow, ow! why am i the idiot huh?"

"that's my cousin you dimwit!"

"you never had a cousin y/n"

"yeah, he just came back from overseas. not like a certain someone that decides to just i don't know leave flowers here. you thought i wouldn't notice it was you?"

hanma scratched his head, not itchy at all. he laughed a little "oh well, sorry doll. wanna come down and start everything over again?"

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[visd3stele]

I also love princess reader x criston but I also enjoy suffering.So,if u up to it,can you write a heartbreaking imagine where criston has to watch his princess getting married(like her father wanted)to someone’s else?That someone can be Daemon (knowing how targaryens are)but only if u are comfortable with that(like the scene when he asks Viserys to wed Rhaenyra to him,but instead he asked for Y/n)if not it can be whoever you wish!Thank you and sorry if its long 🥰🥰

would you look at that, anonny, what a match! haven't written angst in a while and i missed it. so, hope this is painful enough :)

tw: descriptive mentions of smut, forced marriage, forced incest, canon incest, brief awkward mention of Laenor's sexuality (showing a glimpse of canon Criston, but not hateful), lots of hurt no comfort, i think that's all 😅

masterlist ; requests

a/n: can be read as a stand alone or as a continuation of these two: [1]; {2}

Take my heart with you where you go

"I love you," a kiss to Criston's nose. "I love you," another on the corner of his lips. "I love you," your voice sounded childish the way you said it. A bubble of joy have been expanding in the depth of your chest since you first spoke the words. And you couldn't stop saying them. "I love you!" You wanted to shout so the whole Westeros could hear.

Criston laughed, taking your face in his hands. "I love you," he pressed his lips to yours. He let his palm travel to the back of your neck, deepening the hard, passionate touch. The other one sustained his weight as he pulled you above him.

You laid together on Attor's back, your head resting atop of his chest. It was an usual sight in King's Landing skies. A black dragon slicing the clouds without a sound, a knight lounged on his back, one arm beneath his head and another rubbing lovingly over the princess hugging him.

Nothing more than giggles, whispers of devotion, longing gazes and innocents touches ever happened on these rides. A time when you could behave as madly and sweetly in love as you wanted, away from privy eyes and petty gossips.

"I wish I could marry you." Criston sighed, not meaning to voice his thoughts, but so content that his guard fell off.

You perked your head up, prompted on your chin against his shoulder. "Maybe you could."

Attor took an abrupt turn before you could say more and you landed on Criston. "Hello, there," he brushed the h/c strands from your face with a smile. You scoffed adoringly and kissed his chin. The dragon gruffed, as if apologizing for the warry ride.

"I think Attor is getting tired."

"You're right," you said, getting up. "Let's take this good boy back home, shall we?" You sweetened your voice like talking to a baby, caressing the scales on the dragon's head.

Criston shook his head. He couldn't get enough of your bond with the majestic predator. "You Targaryens are an odd kind."

"You seem to like odd."

He circled your waist, dropping a wet kiss to your neck. "Odd is the best. What did you mean when you said we could get married?"

Turning to face him, you beamed, a smile so large it couldn't fit on your face, and yet it barely contained all your happiness.

"My sister Rhaenyra is the heir. My father has taken a new wife with whom he had new children. My uncle Daemon is ever so present in the court life." Your voice grew higher and higher as excitement settled in your heart. "I'm neglectable royal weight. There's no need for me, I don't have to be a princess and play the throne games. I can convince father to let me be with you. He did say I can pick my husband, and you are a court's favorite, oh, brave knight."

Against his better judgement, Criston allowed the seed of hope take root in the center of his very being. The same night, it withered and died.

As you closed in the palace, a lit room caught your interest. The quiet dragon brought you closer to a window, letting you have a view of an angry Viserys towering over Daemon, a knife pushed into the flesh of the prince's neck.

Criston and you shared a worried, confused look. Neither of you could make out the low growls the king barked at his brother, nor the answers Daemon spit back.

"It is not my daughter you lust for!" Viserys roared, so sudden a sound, sharp in the peaceful night, it made you wince. "It is my throne."

Then silence again, as your uncle sought to pacify your father.

"What do you think led to this?"

You knitted your brows in thought. A vision of your older sister and Daemon on the streets of King's Landing, sneaking around like fools in love, so eagerly passing you over to the knight you happened to love. The look they both had before entering that brothel. "Rhaeny, what in the skies above!" You muttered.

"I think my sister and my uncle fucked." You said matter of factly. It wasn't unusual in your family, as you were well aware of. The thought of uncle and niece had no effect on you, as it did on Ser Cole – who scrunched his nose, mouth agape in disgust. No, it was the power Daemon always seemed to have had over your sister that worried you. The way Rhaenyra looked up to him ever since you were little girls, training baby dragons to listen to your will. How easily it could be for your uncle to take advantage of that!

It barely ever happened, but you agreed with your father. Daemon must be using your sister, the heir, to get to the throne! And the thought angered you so, that a single word burned in your skull: dracarys.

Criston landed a comforting weight on your shoulders, rubbing your shoulder blades soothingly. But his blood turned to ice no dragon fire could melt as he froze on his feet at Viserys' next fit of rage.

"Y/n is too young to marry!"

You? Why would he ask of you? The same questions roamed the wintered lands of Ser Cole's numbed mind. You nibbled at your lips, his own wobbled in futile attempts to form words. Matching furrowed eyebrows and watery eyes locked in the distant embrace of forbidden, doomed lovers. One that time oversaw many a years so far, and will continue to do so for the rest of days until there shall be no more hearts to break at the dusk of worlds.

Daemon spoke louder now as well. "You parade her around Westeros as a prize for noble lords with Rhaenyra not long ago."

"You haven't shown any interest in my y/n so far. Where does this come from?"

A pause. So long you thought your life has ended over and over again, being reborned every single time, cursed back to this place, bound to your misery. Tears pierced your eyes, tells of anger and fear. You couldn't leave the window until you knew your faith. One, you hoped, you still could decide for yourself. Surely your father wouldn't allow Daemon have his way!

"What can I say, brother, love strikes like an assassin in the night."

You rolled your eyes, tensing under Criston't hands. Daemon didn't love you, he never even liked you. In fact, you suspected for a long time he hated your guts. Except, you couldn't figure out why.

No, this must have something to do with Rhaenyra. She chose a husband to strengthen her claim to the throne. Laenor Velaryon.

"Maybe he tries to make her jealous. Could he be in love with Rhaeny, after all? Not just her power?"

You didn't realize you mused over your thoughts out loud until Criston tightened his grip on you, answering your questions. "Greedy worm," he seethed. "Both, most likely."

"What do you mean?"

"Your sister is to marry Ser Laenor Velaryon, is she not? After a trip around the kingdoms, meeting the most noticeable lords, she picks the one who is rumored to have... other preferences? A marriage of convenience with someone who wouldn't care what adventures she might have, as he himself would seek men to bed. A fragile union..."

"That Daemon can exploit. Have my sister and the reigns of the realm," you finished for your lover as realization of his implies settled in. In all the chaos of your plagued mind, you couldn't help feel bad for Ser Laenor. He deserved happiness next to someone he loved. It was the only anchor you managed to hold onto as your ship's chains rustied and broke one by one.

"I promised them both they can choose their partner," Viserys finally replied. "If she agrees..."

"She won't." Daemon stated simply, not at all bothered by the thought. "But you know it's the best for our house. With me as the future queen's sister husband, my input on Rhaenyra's claim to the throne will be more appreciated. You have sons now, brother. Both whom will be favored over the princess. We need to protect her by any means."

You knew your fate was sealed with those words. The words of a snake, rather than a dragon. Viserys fell in Daemon's carefully laid out trap. He loved you both, but Rhaenyra, the oldest, the princess who shared an interest in ruling, the one he could see himself into, despite the striking manners of your mother she embodied – her, he favored.

The king would do anything for his heir to the throne. Including offering you – your life, destiny, being – away on a silver platter.

"Criston," the tears broke free now, streaming down your burning face with such force they scratch your cheeks and pierced your collarbone when they fell from your chin. You tried to keep your voice below a whisper, but sobs and cries knotted in your neck from the bottom of your core begged to be released. Just like you wanted to shout your love to the world with all your might and soul minutes earlier – it felt like ages ago – now your body needed to release its distraction to the designers of it.

Your mouth opened and closed several times, desperately trying to say something. But what felt like sharp rocks grown on your lungs and trachea chocked you. So you shook your head in helplessness. Fists bowled at your sides, two ends of stiff arms pushed forward to sustain a crumbling spine.

Criston has been hurt in battle before. Hit in the head, metal slashing his calves or chest, pierced through his gut by thick two-blades swords. Yet nothing felt like this. His vision went blurry, as if his brain was closing off against any painful reality. Unaware of himself, the knight clenched his teeth. So hard a clash, grinding against each other, the enamel sparked with a rattled whine.

Attor flew away, passing by your window so you could unmount him safely. The dragon yelped at your pain, head held down mimicking your own defeated posture.

Ser Criston wrapped you in his arms. A lie of a beautiful dream. His chin rested on your head in a calming position, but you could feel the spasm of his chest, holding back his sobs. His fingers dugded in you, wanting to bring you closer. To forge your body with his and never letting you go. Forever together, no one able to separate you.

Similar thought flood your brain. You fisted his clothes, his hair, pulling tight and hard with each new wave of ache crushing over the sand of your soul. You kept your mouth shout to muffle your cries, not wanting to bring attention to what would be the last intimate scene you shared with the man you love. Eyes wide open in a poor attempt to dry the tears, breathing on your nose, sniffing his scent deep in your being, hoping to take carry it with you forever.

You clung to him as you would a snipping thread, dangling over a bottomless chasm. With each passing second bringing morning closer, the thread unraveled, its rippling sound an echo in your empty heart.

Criston burned. With anger for the Targaryen prince, imagining himself killing Daemon in that tournament instead of merely pushing him off the horse. With fury at the king for having no care of your being, treating you like a pawn in his scheems. With love, bright, shiny love for you. Only for you. Never could be someone else in your stead. Y/n, the dragon princess who not only tamed his heart, but caused it to imprint on her. You were his light, his joy, his future, his home. And now, knowing he'll lose you, Criston was left hollow.

"I love you so much. Can't love anyone but you." You sniffled.

He nodded. "You have my heart in the palm of your hands, y/n. Don't forget it, keep it with you wherever life may lead you."

"Of course." You brought your hands to his face, brushing your thumb over his wet cheeks. He gave you a sad smile, wiping tears off your chin with his thumb.

When you kissed for one last time, your wet lips were peppered in salt. You have tasted each other off your the other's mouth. In your nights of making love, the whiteness of your orgasms smeared on your faces. Licking, kissing, sucking it off each other. An euphoria of feeling every part of each other's bodies driving you both to the heights of pleasure and adoration.

The taste of tears drove you both mad again. Though very differently. No pleasure, but instead desperation. No adoration, but feral love of two souls ripped apart with savageness, crushing within their own.

Blood mingled in your mouths when you bite each other's lips. Crazy to unite your essences. Teeth clinked, tongues tied to one another, noses nuzzled each other's cheeks. Roaming hands bruised your bodies as you shared one last night of love.

In the morning, Ser Cole was gone. Ghosts of his touches, his kisses, the only things you had left of him. And the helmet you stole on your first night together sitting on your nightstand like a solemn trinket of ancient times – named the golden days by many – that old souls miss so much.

In the afternoon you learned he joined the Night's Watch, vowing off marriage, children, family and love. Vowing off the image of you, for none other could represent these in his life.

By evening, you were wed. You have put out a show of force, resisting as much as you could. Rhaenyra has been kept away. She would have helped you, or at least share your hate for your vile husband. No matter. The two Targaryen men had their way.

Lone in his black fur, in his new bed, Ser Cole willed his eyes open. The journey to the Wall was long, tiresome. He stubbornly insisted to walk all the way to his new home. Every time his eyelids united, he'd see your body dressed only in candle lights. Your mouth parted in soft moans, lips spread in wide smiles. And Daemon in his place. Your blissed out face would turn to knitted brows, pain and cries erasing the reverence he worshipped you with. As the vile prince took you for his own pleasure, wife duties and selfish plans.

Criston shuddered with no one to see it. Or if they did, they never questioned it. He dragged his void body through life, not a single conscious thought to spark emotion in him. What could he feel with, now that his heart was gone?

You never resumed your nightly flies, visiting Attor only to talk to him and gather your shrads of heart together for a short while. How could you fly (freedom) when you were caged as never before? Your spirit died, taking in the rust you religiously cleaned off Criston's helmet every day.

Y/n Targaryen, the dream who never lived. The queen who could have been. The realm's poisoned dragon.

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[teyamsatan]

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Pairing: Neteyam x Omaticaya!Reader

Synopsis: You and Neteyam's relationship only knows the 3Fs: fighting, fleeing or... loving.

Requested: Yes.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI. aged up!, smut (p in v, oral - f receiving, light choking, praise kink), fluff, kinda toxic relationship but it's fine cause it's neteyam and i don't see red when it comes to him, it's all golden

WC: 2.3k words

A/N: how the hell did this also turn fluffy in the end??? what is wrong w me??? anyway, i had so so much fun with this request, it might quickly become one of my favourite things i've ever written. thank you so much for the sweet anonnie who suggested it, and i hope you enjoy x

I get tired of your no-shows You get tired of my control They keep telling me to let go But I don't really let go when I say so 

"Everybody's going out. Just come out with us. Don't let him ruin another perfectly nice eclipse."

Your best friend was so right, as she always was, as she gave you this speech for what felt like the millionth time in the years you've had an on-again, off-again situationship with the prince of the Omaticaya, the one and only Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan - a man you loved, that you wished you didn't sometimes, most times, especially tonight, as he forgot about your plans... again, in order to train for way longer than was needed or necessary, way longer than anybody else... again.

Look, you loved Neteyam's drive. It was part of what drove you to him to begin with. He was unrelenting and determined, he was powerful and skilled, he was savvy and intelligent, he was beautiful and charming, he loved his family to death and was incredibly loyal and all those things made him just so. damn. hot.

They also made him the reason you wanted to pull your braids out, because those traits were good in moderation, but nothing was ever grey with Neteyam. No, Neteyam was all or nothing always, black or white and nothing else, and that meant that loyalty for his family quickly turned into neglect for you, determination for his practice quickly turned to forgetfulness of you, and his power, beauty, intelligence and charm meant you never got to do anything about it, because, if you ever tried, you ended up overpowered, outsmarted and fucked dumb face down on your mat until you forgot you were ever mad to begin with.

I've tried to fight our energy, but everytime I think I'm free  You get high and call on the regular I get weak and fall like a teenager Why, oh why does God keep bringing me back to you?

"How many times do I have to tell you I'm sorry? I need to do this, tiyawn, I have to be stronger for my family, for my clan... for you. You're being unreasonable."

"I'm being unreasonable?! Are you out of your fucking mind?"

You feel tears pool in your eyes and spill like a broken fountain as you take him in, bloodied gashes and muddy patches, tired eyes and calloused hands and still... the most beautiful man you've ever seen in your life. He looked at you exasperatedly, like you're the crazy one, and you hate it. Hate what he's doing to you, hate that he doesn't consider you or think about you, and that his sorries are always stained with unspoken truths, like how he doesn't truly mean it, not when to him, it's all justified, it's all warranted, and shouldn't be questioned.

"Every day and night, I do nothing but wait, Neteyam. Wait for a man who doesn't think twice about the plans he's made, the promises he never keeps, the memories that sour with every absence he gifts to me like a necklace that half-chokes me to death. I'm tired. I can't do this anym-"

A kiss is all it takes to silence you, to stun you, to make you melt in his embrace the way you always do, all the arguments and the ultimatums swallowed under the intensity of the touch of his lips on yours, his tongue meeting your own in a welcome embrace, so intimate and knowing, so fucking frustrating.

"Net-..."

His thumb traces your lips, the mix of your salivas making the glide easy, as his beautiful golden eyes bore into yours with enough force to cower you, to make you hunger and ache for more. That's all you ever wanted when it comes to Neteyam - more. When his finger pushes gently past your lips and into your mouth, you immediately close them around him and lick... and suck, and he moans, his gaze growing darker and needier with each second you're not writhing under him, the way you should be, the way you were meant to be.

"No, tiyawn. I can't let you speak if you insist on saying those insipid, meaningless words again. You won't leave, because you can't leave. Because you're mine. And I'm yours. You own me."

His hand grabs yours and redirects it to his loincloth, tented up under the weight of his hard-on and the slight damp spot under your touch makes you swallow instinctively. You had no thoughts outside of him anymore, outside of the overwhelming desire that took over you whenever he was in your presence, his being inundating your senses and hijacking your mind to be rid of all but him, full of him, only him.

"Look what you do to me. You. Only you. I need you. Always. I know I'm not good enough, I know, but ..."

His hands find their way to your ass, lifting you gently, and you wrap your thighs around him, although there's no need, not when he moves you just a few feet until he's sitting on your mat, laying you gently on it. When he moves his hands, he takes your loincloth with him, and you whine softly at the sudden cool breeze that hits your aching, sopping core.

"...Let me show you how sorry I am."

When he lays down with his head between your thighs, you know he's forgiven already, because whatever he's about to do is always more than enough to make up for all the shit he didn't do, because the stuff he knows how to do is enough to excuse world calamities and mass destruction in your mind.

Just when I get on a new wave Boy, you look at me and I slip outta my lace They keep calling me a head-case 'Cause I can't make a good case why we can't change

"You're out of your mind, tiyawn."

"Well, if I'm out of my mind, then you made me out of my mind, you skxawng."

"Can we talk about this somewhere more private?"

You have to admit, starting the fight at the communal dinner in front of his parents, the leaders of the clan, and your friends, and everyone you knew, was probably a bit gauche and uncouth, but you think it was just more than anything a perfect testimony of how this man drove you to the brink of insanity in a way no one else could.

"Fine, but I swear to Eywa that if you -"

"A-ah, fuck!"

Propped with your hands on his shoulders, his fingers around your throat, you were bouncing up and down his cock, trying to ignore how you could be caught at any point, how close you were to the communal fire, barely covered by some shrubbery, how fear was fuel for your desire as his tip kept slamming into your cervix so hard you felt it in your ribcage when he rutted upwards into you.

"Quiet, tiyawn. You don't want people to hear us, now do you?"

A glint of mischief flashed across his eyes, smirk to match, as he brought the hand he had gripped on your hips to help him move you on his length forward, circling your clit masterfully and you whimper again, eliciting a small laugh from him.

"Or maybe you like that? 'That turn you on, huh? My dirty girl."

The sound of skin slapping against skin was so strident you'd be surprised if someone wouldn't come just to see if they can catch the end tail of a rousing performance people couldn't help but clap for, but to be honest with yourself, you didn't care. It was known in the village - your mad, intense, mercurial, quixotic relationship with Neteyam. You were both crazy - for each other, and in general, it seemed, because you fought, fled and fucked more often than truly anyone could keep with with.

"Eywa, I love watching you take my cock. You're such a good girl, and you always take me so well, tiyawn. So well."

You said nothing as the rush of all the sensations trying you quickly became overwhelming, as the heady combination of being chocked by a man who knew how to use it to your advantage helped heighten his ministrations on your clit, his wild and intemperate thrusts that stretched you and filled like you craved, like only he could, and you come, whining and sobbing, nails digging painfully in his skin. He follows suit, his own groans unable to be kept hidden, and he releases his hand from around your neck and brings it back to the nape of your neck, willing you softly in his chest, where, although full of cobwebs and a little dusty, would always be your home.

"Shh, that's right. Did so well for me, tiyawn. My perfect girl." A kiss on your temple, soft and intimate, and the constant shower of unbridled praise, that you lived to see come out of his beautiful mouth as he filled you up with his cock, reminded you why you stayed and came back, over and over. Because it was worth it. And he was worth it.

"I'm still fucking mad at you."

I get drunk, pretend that I'm over it Self-destruct, show up like an idiot Why, oh why does God keep bringing me Back to you?

"We are never getting back together. Like ever." you say in between sips of fermented yovo juice, that always goes to your head way too quickly, that always makes a mess out of your tongue and a slur of your words.

"I want to believe you, friend...I really do, but... you've said that one too many times. You're the girl that cried Palulukan. Nobody's coming to rescue you now, sister."

"N-no..." the hiccup was violent enough to make you throw up in your mouth and you groaned, the headache caused by the startled yelp digging in your temples. “I me-mean it this t-time. It’s o-over.” You were stomping your feet in determination, eager to prove that you would once and for all be rid of the man that was nowhere to be found for the village celebration that he’s known about for months.

“Lo-Lo’ak! Hey Lo’ak!” The sighting of Neteyam’s nicer, more amiable, sociable younger brother was a one for sore eyes, as it proved that it wasn’t family duty keeping your boyfriend… ex-boyfriend… away, it was his own maddening stubbornness and selfishness doing it instead.

“Neteyam’s training… I’m sorry. We told him to come, but he… gets in like a weird trance whenever he’s on the grounds, I swear it’s like something out of an Earth zombie movie.”

You didn’t know what he was talking about and he didn’t elaborate before he took off, leaving you leaning against a tree with only your tiny friend as a barrier between your face and the cold, hard, ground.

“Argh, who cares?! It’s be-better he’s gone, he’s a k-killjoy anyway and i for one a-am happy to be rid of-“

“Neteyam!” Tuk’s screams close to deafen you and the sound was the last push your body needed to lunge itself forward and hurl the contents of your stomach onto the mossy ground that was now more yellow than it had ever been green.

“Oh, mighty and all-powerful Eywa.”

“Hi, Syulen. I got it, thanks.”

“Take her home, Neteyam. And don’t get any funny ideas.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Come, tiyawn.”

You wanted to protest, but the bile in your mouth was bitter and burning, and so you didn’t, not as he picked you up as gently as if you were a precious flower he didn’t want to wilt, not when he pressed a kiss on your temple as his arm found the back of your knees for added support, not as he carried you home silently, outside of the soft-spoken coos of affection and apologies, while you mumbled unattractively in his chest.

“I hate y-you.”

"I know."

"You're the wo-worst."

"I know."

As you reached your tent, you were greeted by soft trills and purrs that sobered you immediately, that made you jump from his arms and onto the ground, where a small pup lay. It was cautious as you approached, but eventually relaxed around you and let you kneel beside it. It has an ugly gash across its back, that looked like it had been tended to. It was a Palulukan pup, and the thought made fevered chills run down your spine.

"Neteyam, wha-"

"I found him coming back from practice. He was hurt and limping, and clinging to his mother's corpse. I took him home and have been helping my grandmother tend to him ever since. That's why I'm late."

“I know you’ve been lonely since your parents died. Well, he seemed lonely too. His parents are gone, and so I thought… you could be his new home. And I could be yours. I’m done running away, tiyawn. From now on, I only want to run towards things. Towards you. I’m yours. You own me. For good, this time. If you still want me.”

You smile a sheepish smile, looking up at him through your lashes while you pet the new priceless addition to your small family. You really were the girl that cried Palulukan.

“If I say no, will you take him away?”

He winced a little, a grimace marring his beautiful features.

“Of course not.”

“If I say yes, can we all be a family?”

The grimace dissolved as quickly as it appeared and a dazzling, gummy smile replaced it, one that dizzied you in its utter and undeniable beauty, one that you couldn’t help replicate, not when kneeled in front of you and took your face in his hands, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs, his own face mere inches from yours.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

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[doumadono]

Hey, been followin' you for a minute now, but I gotta keep it low-key, you know? Shyness and all 🙃 Anyway, I'm about to hit you up with the silliest emergency but it would mean the world to me. So, here's the deal — I'm a full-blown adult, but storms freak me out, man 😖 The wind howlin', thunders crashin', and lightning flashin' — it all messes with my vibe. Can I get some headcanons or a drabble with Dabi comforting the reader (preferably female as I identify as one)? Yeah, I go by she/her pronouns. Thanks in advance 🙂

And big ups for keeping those emergency reqs open 24/7. You're doing a real solid by helping folks out, even with the small stuff like writing. Much love for that, seriously, Marcianna (I like your nickname btw 😍)

A storm - Dabi x Reader

A/N: much love right back atcha, dear Anonnie! Gotta keep the emergency hotline open for all those in need out there - I'm here to help, whether it's for big emergencies or just a little something to brighten someone's day. Your appreciation truly warms my heart. If you ever need anything or just want to chat, don't hesitate to reach out🌟

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The night hung heavy with the ominous rumble of thunder and flashes of lightning. In the cramped quarters of the League of Villains' hideout, Dabi couldn't ignore the distant sobs that echoed through the wall. He recognized those sobs; they belonged to a girl, a fellow member of the League.

Concern etched across his features, Dabi pushed open the door to her rooms, the rusted hinges groaning in protest. There she was, curled up on her bed, a bundle of nerves. Her eyes were wide, tears streaming down her face as the storm outside waged its chaotic symphony.

Dabi hesitated for a moment before his ever-present apathetic facade softened, replaced by a genuine concern that few had seen. He leaned against the doorframe, his voice low but surprisingly gentle. "Hey, Y/N. What's eatin' at ya?"

She flinched at the sudden intrusion but looked up, tear-stained eyes meeting Dabi's piercing gaze. "I-I hate storms. Always have," she admitted, her voice shaky. "Just messes with my head, you know?"

Dabi's expression softened a fraction, an understanding glint in his eyes. He pushed himself off the doorframe and walked over to her bed, sitting down beside her. "Storms can be a real pain in the ass," he muttered, his tone surprisingly empathetic. "But hey, it's okay, it's not like the storm will hurt ya."

She managed a weak smile, appreciating the unexpected comfort from her usually aloof comrade. Dabi, sensing her unease, draped his arm casually over her shoulders, offering a silent gesture of support. The distant thunder continued its relentless assault, but within the confines of their makeshift sanctuary, a sense of camaraderie began to bloom.

"Look," Dabi started, his gaze fixed on the flickering shadows dancing across the walls. "It sits here," he tapped your temple with his index finger. "It's nothing but an irrational fear. A little thunder ain't gonna hurt ya."

She chuckled softly, wiping away a lingering tear. "Never thought I'd see the day Dabi turns into a motivational speaker."

Dabi smirked, the corners of his mouth quirking up ever so slightly. "Well, stranger things have happened, haven't they?"

As the storm outside raged on, Dabi continued to talk, his words a steady stream of distraction.

Eventually, the thunder began to wane, the storm retreating into the night. The girl's tense shoulders relaxed, and Dabi gave her a subtle nod. "See? Storm's over. You made it through," he remarked, his tone light but reassuring.

She sighed, a mix of relief and gratitude washing over her. "Thanks, Dabi. I appreciate it."

Dabi shrugged, a nonchalant smile playing on his lips. "No problem."

And in that quiet moment, as the last echoes of the storm faded away, she realized that maybe, just maybe, she had found an unexpected ally in the unlikeliest of places.

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[changbinheart]

Hot take and it's my most intrusive thought ever which is why I'm going anon but...

I kinda maybe...possibly do think that Chris gets off on seeing stays reaction to his bubble messages.

I don't think he'd necessarily jerk off to the reactions but I do think he'd get a bit hard in his shorts from the ego of you know what I mean.

I think you’re extremely valid, anonnie!

He posts a lot of things there that cause big reactions, so I’m sure it strokes his ego a lot! I genuinely cannot imagine that it wouldn’t!

Having that many people fawn over you and freak out on Twitter bc you texted them something? The power he has on them surely has to make him feel some type of way! Maybe it’s a praise kink or a power dynamic kink, who knows!

Thank you for sharing, anonnie <3

#hot takes #anonnies #stray kids smut #skz smut #bang chan smut

[skzoologist]

I just woke up, Hello

My vision is failing me ngl, for some reason whenever I wake up my vision gets so goddamn blurry, I can't read

The ghost fic made me cry, so beautiful

The ghost anon is so sweet wth

OH and since you erased the 1 request for 1 person thing, I would like to request

"No! I want cuddles now!" 🧋☕ focused more on Bae, 3Racha

Go ham with it

P.S I saw that -6°C was nearly freezing? Is where you guys live that warm? Cuz here the lowest is like -33°C and highest is like -9°C so far

word count: ~1.4k

warnings: none

genre: fluff, crack

a/n: Hey-ho 🐿️ anonnie! I hope your vision got better soon afterwards, it sounds worrying 😨 And I'm sorry my ghost!Bae fic made you cry, I hope this one will cheer you back up! Made it extra fluffy, for you. I accidentally went ham with it, I did not mean to write this much lol 💀 Also where I live it's I guess relatively warm? It's kinda rare for it to snow here properly (and not just have sludge and ice all over the place), which is why I'm so happy it snowed a few days ago, even if only a few centimeters. Your place is waaaaay colder, so stay bundled up and cosy! 😊

Please let me know if I left a warning or anything out, I will add it in! Reblogs, likes and feedback are greatly appreciated!

!I don't condone anyone stealing my work and posting it anywhere without my permission, or feeding it to AI!

!This is just fiction, my interpretation of Stray Kids. By no means is this how they are and how they behave in real life!

The powerful beats of their latest title track flowed through his body, his heart beating to that same, exhilarating rhythm. He knew the song from the top of his head already, having danced to it countless times, and yet, once the inevitable silence crept in, he restarted the cycle all over again, no matter how much his clothes and hair clinged to his sweaty skin.

Then suddenly the music cut off midway, a frustrated sigh left in its place amidst the dancer’s confusion.

“Bae, how many times have we talked about this? You’ve already perfected the choreography, you NEED to rest now.” - it was Minho, a disapproving scowl sitting on his sharp features.

Bae simply watched his hyung, heaving for air, wondering how the man got there in the first place. A quick glance at the now open door gave him all the answers he needed, knowing fully well that he was probably too absorbed in his own practice to even hear the sound of the door opening. Wouldn’t have been the first time, after all.

“I’m talking to a wall, I swear to god. Bae. If I see you in this room one. More. Time. I’m chucking you into the air fryer next to Hyunjin. Don’t look at me like that. Now go.” - the angry cat ushered him out, gathering all of the otter’s belongings and shoving them into his arms.

Bae obediently let himself be pushed out of the door, a click immediately resounding in the air.

He was locked out, that much was obvious.

Of course he knew not to push Minho’s buttons anymore, a miracle in itself that he was let off only with a simple warning. He’d already experienced the man’s wrath once before and it was not fun at all. Just the mere thought brought a shiver up his spine, never wanting to experience that ever again. Even if it was all for his own good, he would rather avoid a repeat of what’d happened.

Sighing, Bae trudged towards the locker room, the thought of a quick shower and fresh clothes soothing his mind.

Although that calmness disappeared the moment he checked his phone afterwards, the device filled with messages from Chan. There wasn’t a lot, not nearly enough to make him think something terrible had happened, but their contents were unusual, requesting him to drop by the studio. It had happened before, sure, but not often enough for it to be considered normal. The three idols preferred to work alone, their synergy so perfect, anyone else’s presence was a mere bother.

Confused, but not having anything else to do, Bae messaged his leader back and started his ascent to the seeked-after room. It took a bit of time; the hallways were packed, and so was the elevator, the rush hour inside the company hitting the idol full force. He politely bowed his head in greeting towards staff and other idols, some looking at him with a smile, some too busy and instead looking like they were about to collapse right then and there. It caused a worried crease to form in his forehead, but there was nothing he could do, sadly.

Having made his way to where he was needed, Bae let himself into the room, only after a soft knock and a quiet ‘Come in’ could be heard.

There sat Chan, Changbin and Jisung, all in comfy hoodies, bundled up and hunched over the table, way too entranced to even look away from the monitors fully. 

Only after Bae closed the door and plopped onto the couch did Chan shake himself out of this trance, headphones now fully slid off and hanging around his neck. A lopsided smile sat upon his face as their eyes met, only widening at Bae’s expression.

The other two joined the oldest soon, all eyes set on Bae and teasing smiles dancing on their lips. Bae didn’t know what warranted these expressions, simply confusedly tilting his head and causing soft giggling to be heard.

“So, I heard Minho kicked you out of the practice room.” - Chan gently whispered out amidst giggles, dimples fully on display. “Oh, so that’s why he looks like that!” “Jisung! Hey, it’s okay baby, don’t look so sad.” - Changbin said, his arms already guiding Bae’s head towards his chest in a soothing hug.

It was true that their tallest member was not happy about being kicked out, but the others’ reactions puzzled him greatly. He wasn’t devastated or anything, so what were they talking about?

Loud laughter grabbed his attention, the poorly breathing wolf soon joined by a quokka and a dwaekki. This only confused him more, a huff escaping his mouth as he crossed his arm, now free from Changbin’s hold, as the latter was too busy almost falling off the couch.

“I love it so much when you don’t realise you’re doing the puppy eyes. Hyung, you look like a kicked puppy!” - Jisung explained, making Bae’s eyes widen and cheeks dust over with pink. “Mh, our baby otter is so cute.” - Chan added in, watching in satisfaction as his victim’s skin only reddened. “YAH, you’re too cute, this is unfair!” - Changbin all but shouted, locking Bae into a tight hug and squeezing the air out of him.

Bae tried to wiggle out of the dwaekki’s arms, but the hold on him was way too strong for that. After realising this, he gave up, turning limp in the happily celebrating man’s clasp, essentially becoming his cuddle pillow. 

Seeing this all, the two left out members started protesting, wanting their fair share of their shy member and his cuddles. Bae didn’t hesitate to take the chance when Changbin’s arms loosened around him amidst his own protests about wanting to keep the man for himself, quickly slipping out and away from all of them. This naturally gathered all their attention; their eyes watching him fiercely, as if he was their prey, ready to be hunted.

“Is this why you called me here?” - he sternly asked, a furrow in his brows and a slight scowl in his lips that wasn’t there out of true anger. “Yes and naur. Minho asked me to essentially lock you into the studio with us, so you cannot secretly overwork yourself. And hey, who am I to say no to some cuddles?” - Chan answered, that teasing smirk dancing on his lips that told Bae he was not joking around.

Before the cornered otter could dash towards the door, Jisung pounced on him, keeping him in place just long enough for the other two to drag him back onto the couch. A soft ‘Oomph’ sound left his lips as he collided with the bouncy material, unable to fight against the entire force of Gymracha alone.

He had to accept his fate, one that was filled with stiffening cuddles and teasing for an unforeseen amount of time.

A deep sigh left his lips as he’d done exactly that, relaxing in Chan’s hold as Jisung was hugging his legs and Changbin was playing with his fingers, arm tightly hugged into his chest. The couch was impossibly small to house all four of them, yet somehow they managed, all crammed into the tiny space. 

The three seemed content to just stay like that, and seeing as Bae literally had no choice, he let them be, their warmth seeping into his clothes and skin, settling there in contentment. His muscles relaxed in a way he didn’t even know they needed to, a tension he’d never noticed leaving his body. The position he was trapped in felt safe, as if he had nothing to worry about in the entire world.

Maybe Minho was right, maybe he did need to rest for a bit, just a little bit.

But after an hour of it all, he was starting to overheat, the contact on his skin now too much, too warm.

“Shouldn’t you guys be working?” - he asked, hoping the answer would be yes, since all of them were workaholics to a certain degree. “No, I want cuddles now!” - Jisung shouted before anyone else could, flopping onto Bae’s front and burying his head into his clothed stomach.

Chan and Changbin only laughed at his misery, their answers probably similar to their younger members. Bae could only sigh for the umpteenth time, head gently plopping back against Chan’s shoulder.

“At least let me get my hoodie off.” “No.”

The afternoon seemed way too long in Bae’s eyes already, a fact that was only strengthened as time went on, even though there was an undeniable, gentle warmth that danced around in his eyes whenever he looked at the ones around him.

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[ivoncu]

Can I request a Valkyrie x reader(not separate) who is a sensitive person and cries a lot. Thank you!!

— 𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 valkyrie

— SYPNOSIS you just wanted to help Shu, but you accidentally made a mistake.

CONTENT fluff, comfort, sensitive reader, GN!reader, can be read romantically or platonically (i hope).

( n ) — note this was disastrous to make since i dont really read that much valkyrie stories so sorry if thegre too ooc!! IM ALSO SORRY ANONNIE THIS IS PROBABLY NOT WHAT YOU WANTED😭

"Dear me, you sure are easy to fluster..." Shu would say, sighing at the sight of you crying at the mere accident. It was an avoidable accident, yet he wasn't shocked that it happened.

You who were so eager on wanting to help him create an outfit. You who didn't listen to his instructions at all and snipped right through it and messed it up altogether.

"S-Shu I did it again..." Your voice was nothing but a husk of whisper as you rest your head on the table dreadfully.

"Hmph, I told you to listen to me, now look where your stubbornness has gotten you. Luckily, it was already a mess to begin with, and—hey, are you seriously crying...?!" He cut himself off to ask you one simple question.

He shouldn't be surprised at this point with how many times you'd cry whenever you make the slightest mistake in your work. He does know how it feels like to not achieve the perfection you want, but your reaction is... Kind of extreme, he supposes?

And you'd also cry over the simplest things too; small, unfortunate events. Like this time you sulked over Shu forgetting to buy you a small keychain souvenir you wanted. He in fact has bought you lots of things from France far more valuable than a simple keychain.

And to think that he's treating you as nice as he could too. He wishes Kagehira was here right now, he's better at comforting others than he is. Speaking of Kagehira, where exactly is he?

Now he has to stress over two people at once...

He hesitated slightly to comfort you, he didn't know what to say or what to do in order to comfort those who are distressed such as yourself. He truly does wishes that Kagehira is here at the moment...

At that very moment, he heard the doorknob being twisted, and soon chimed in a familiar voice—Kagehira!

"Oshi-san~ 'm back! 'N' you won't believe what happened—nngah, why's producer cryin'?!" His cheery tune soon turned into a concerned one once he saw you there, crying with fabrics and sewing tools everywhere on the table.

"Nngah, oshi-san, don't tell me ya bullied them t' the point where they started cryin'!" Mika burst out, suddenly assumed for the worst.

Considering that he's Shu Itsuki and you're crying while being in a room with him in a setting like this all alone, it's only an understatement to assume that.

"Non! Don't be stupid, Kagehira! I didn't say anything nor have I done anything wrong! In fact, it was their fault that my costume's state was worsened." Those words rolled down his tongue before he could realize what he'd just said.

"I know that I'm stupid and worthless and I can't do anything right, but you could've at least sugarcoated it a little..." You muttered all under one breath, a melancholic aura surrounding you as your tears rolls down your face once again.

"No, I—"

"Oshi-san, I'll take care of 'em from 'ere." Mika said, patting Shu's shoulder with a smile on his face. Mika sat down next to you and pats your head.

"There, there. It'll be alright. Just 'cuz ya made one mistake, that doesn't mean we'll leave and abandon ya fer it."

"I know, but I just feel terrible for messing it up... Although Shu said it was a mess to begin with, I thought it was beautiful. I just wanted to help him and I messed it up..."

"I mess up a lot of times too, 'n' Oshi-san still hasn't left me!" Mika said happily. "Yer our producer, y'know? We only had gotten this far all thanks fer yer help! Ya made mistakes along the way—no, we made mistakes along the way, but we're still okay together, aren't we?"

You sniffled, looking up at him with glistering eyes that had stopped crying. Your gaze soon falls over to Shu who did nothing. He was merely there, watching from afar with a monotone expression.

You swear he was smiling slightly, but it was probably just your mind playing tricks with you or something...

You look back to Mika who was smiling gently at you.

"I... Suppose you're right." You muttered.

"Right? 'N' remember that we love ya, producer♪ take it easy on yerself too." He said, soon hugging you.

"Oshi-san, c'mon! Join into the hug too!"

"H-huh?! Non, no way! Why on earth would I hug you two and—"

Before he could continue with his protest, you tugged the hem of his sleeve before pulling him into the group hug.

"You can't run." You said, wrapping your arms around his waist and pulling yourself closer to him, purring like a cat as you lean onto him.

Mika soon joins in, laughing happily.

Shu wasn't enjoying it in the slightest, but he soon went quiet for a short pause of a period before a smile formed over his frown and joined in the laughter too. Although it's more of a giggle than anything, it's still cute. 

You smiled, looking at these guys with adoration in your eyes.

Oh, how you wish this moment wouldn't end.

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